My eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment as I nodded, whispering "Yes, I'm a slut. I want another man to fuck me…I'm so horny that I'll beg for him ...o fuck me…"I felt the stinging pain of his hand slapping my buttocks and then my face, the tingling coursing through my body each time his open palm struck me, the room reverberating with the echo of each loud smack. "You're such a slut. Say it, tell me what a slut you are…" I began to feel the familiar tightening in my legs and crotch as an orgasm. They were both 20, 5'8" and plump. One was a brunette with blue eyes, and a 38 F rack. The other was blonde with a 40 DDD set. I walked between their tables and pulled out two of my wifes vibes. I quickly rammed one into each girl, slamming it home against their clit. The brunette moaned and rhythmically humped the vibe. The blonde screamed like a fucking banshee and bucked like a bronco. She raised and slammed her ass against the table hard repeatedly and her tits flopped. There were upwards of two hundred and fifty people in attendance.I did have a job at Ames Brothers Transport; I was part of the maintenance crew. We did clean up, minor electrical, plumbing when called upon, and just about anything the drivers and the loaders didn’t do. The pay was shit, but the gig itself wasn’t bad, and I got along good with my coworkers.Yeah, I had a job, but one that wasn’t all that appreciated by my wife. A fact that she very often took pains to make abundantly clear to. " "Special o-occasions?" You know like your birthday and our anniversary. Those type of things."Again, I was flabbergasted and speechless as I gave Cindy an incredulous stare."S-Surely y-you're joking! H-How..." No darling I'm not joking. This is serious business here. I love you too much to let you put the fire out in this marriage. I've seen it happen too many times. My way, you not only have something to look forward to, but there is the competition aspect of it all, by the way which you men.