"Your mom's got company, she thinks she's alone."I took her hand, and stealthily we hovered at the crack in the door. Now Julia was bent over the bed,...she was taking one of the massive black cocks in her pussy, and sucking the other one, moaning loudly around his thick meat. Before I knew it, Sophie had dropped to her knees and was taking my cock out of my pants. She stroked it lightly before sucking it into her throat. There I was, peering into my own bedroom, where my wife was being ganged by. She had made it a habit to only make friends with fellow writers. That seemed safer somehow. Finally she had about thirty-five "friends" and only a few were what she would call real friends. These she trusted. Well, really, she trusted everyone on the site. Maybe that was her first big mistake.The sound of the flute, or some kind of pipes, started about a week after she had seen the car. Late at night, when her parents were sleeping, and she was still up awake and thinking of her writing or. "You feel amazing," I told her."You have no idea," she responded, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues intertwined, letting each other know our appreciation. Amy then raised up, placing her hands on my chest and starting a slow rocking motion. I let my hands travel up her arms and move to her chest. Amy hummed her approval as I cupped her breasts, feeling their firm weight while she leaned into my hands.I looked up into Amy's eyes, seeing trust, happiness, and something deeper radiate back at. I opened my eyes when I heard a muffled voice from the next stall:"Enjoying ourselves, are we…?"The unknown man was watching me through a cut out hole in the stall side wall. I could see the eye disappear and soon it was replaced by a long hard cock. I heard the deep voice ask me:"Would you give me a little help… please?"I knew what he wanted and despite my fears, I kneeled down in front of it. My bra was still on, but I had slid my thong to my ankles to get better access to my labia and my now.