Joelle’s mom was classically pretty, with high cheekbones and a square jaw. Her hair was thick and dark brown gathered in a messy ponytail. It was a...parent that she looked immaculate when she left the house this morning, but the long work day had taken its toll on her perfection. Her clothes were wrinkled, and her mascara smudged a little under her dark eyes. Her lipstick was still a pretty coral pink.“Hi, you must be Aruni. I’m Misty,” Joelle’s mom said. “Hello Miss Misty,” Aruni said. Just. He said, “see you Tuesday” as he smiled at me.I spent the whole weekend thinking about Tuesday. After work, I stopped at the bar. I saw what he meant. There were about 10 girls dressed like complete sluts and grinding on everyone. There were also about 20 guys, most of whom never even got a chance to talk to the girls. About 11pm, I left to go to the bookstore. When I arrived, the same clerk was there. He said that I was early and that I should come behind the counter to wait. I smiled and. I invited five studs, and four actually showed up. Before they arrived, I tied my wife’s wrists to her ankles so that she was nicely presented in my bed for her new lovers. As they arrived (one of them was 30 minutes late), I showed them to my wife one at a time. They took turns fucking her pussy and mouth, and at all times there was at least one cock in both my wife’s mouth and her pussy. It was really funny to watch the last guy arrive. Imagine walking into a bedroom and seeing four guys. As she fell back against my chest in exhaustion, I felt my cock continue to erupt. Heavy squirts of semen splashed against the woman’s womb, and she moaned softly with each outburst.Finally, her face drenched in sweat, she turned her head back, and passionately started to kiss the side of my face. As she fully rotated herself, my flaccid cock slipped out of her, and fell onto my thigh.Now facing me directly, her mouth found my lips, and while kissing me fiercely, I felt her hands roam my chest.