I wondered how the younger me, the still wet behind the ears me, would have felt sharing the beautiful Lori with my two friends. I imagined her cunt a...l soppy with a double dose of their jizz, and how my cock would sink into the morass that her cunt would be after they had repeatedly had her.The finale. Both men kneeling on the bed, one each side of her, their cocks jutting outrageously. Lori lowers her head to take them one and then the other in her mouth, going back and forth to give each. Whisky doesn’t buy itself though and without I can’t do this job.Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at. There would be two components to the ritual: the initiation ceremony itself, and then the participants engaging in the simultaneous orgasm that we called the Shakalara.What made this Shakalara different from our other attempts, though, was that we had an audience. We’d invited some of our dearest friends and fuckbuddies to witness the ceremony. Merilee’s daughter Janice, Dick’s wife Liz, Mandy’s brother Davey and her sister Ivy, Bruce’s mother Abby and his sister Denise, and all the “plus ones”. I shook my head, disappointed half in myself and half in not doing anything.“So, did you do that yourself?” I asked after we sat down at the dining room table, referring to her lip. “Yeah, Mom had a fit and Jamie sided with me, for once,” she seemed preoccupied with her coffee. I nodded. “So how long do we have—I mean, how long will they be gone?” “About a week, maybe less, who knows with Jai and my parents.”I bit my lip and finished my coffee before going up stairs, leaving her to her.