When I saw my wife come off the elevator, she looked like she had been fucked hard. Her hair was messy and she was walking slower than usual, but the ...look on her face told me she definitely had fun. Naturally, on the drive home, she gave me the details:"Tony’s (the older man) cock was already hard by the time you left the room and I went down on him. He was decently groomed and you could tell he cleaned up and prepared himself for my services. I sucked his cock slowly at first, covering him in. " There," she huffed again. "I said it." Yes you did," Grace nodded. "I can't say it's what I had in mind when you asked us all to get together. I wanted to see who else he was seeing and make it clear to anyone concerned that I intended to have that man and I was going to leave a bloody pulp — figuratively speaking of course — of anyone who was going to get in my way."I was all set to hate the vicious harpies that would dare to try and get between me and my man." Then she chuckled, "But I kind. "But there's more to it than that! My wife got that five hundred dollars from you, didn't she? Was that generous sum for some other gang-fuck you set up for her or was it an advance payment if she'd keep you and your filthy friends happy for a year or two?" As a matter of fact, Henry, Kathy had done nothing for me but fuck one of my friends, a rather harmless little man, earlier this week," Max said, smiling with cool amusement. "Of course, I did try her out first and, believe me, she guarded. She also hated the fact that she got the middle seat and knew that these narrow seats and armrests wouldn’t make the journey any easier.Taking a deep breath she braced herself for the ordeal. Wearing a saree for traveling was a horrible idea, she muttered under her breath. But she didn’t have much of a choice. Being a teacher, she was planning to rush to her school without stopping at her rented house, which she called her sanctuary.Her mind wandered, thinking about the red saree with black.