Michail adjusted the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he approached the familiar house. It had been six months since the divorce was finalized, and he’d put off coming to collect his remaining belongings for far too long. His ex-wife, Marie, had texted him the night before, insisting he come by at 11 a.m. sharp to grab his boxes from the garage. He’d assumed she’d be at work, as usual, leaving him to handle the task in peace. The door was unlocked, just as she’d promised, and he let himself in, calling out a casual “Hello?” as he stepped inside.
The house was eerily quiet at first, but as he closed the door behind him, he heard a faint noise coming from the direction of the bedroom. It sounded like… moaning. And gagging. Confused, he called out again, louder this time. “Marie? You here?”
The response was another loud moan, followed by a deep, masculine voice. “She can’t talk, bro.”
Michail’s heart skipped a beat. What the hell was going on? He hesitated for a moment before moving toward the bedroom, his curiosity outweighing his better judgment. As he reached the doorway, he froze. The scene before him was nothing short of surreal.
Marie was on all fours in the center of the bed, her body glistening with sweat and… something else. She was completely naked, her once-pristine sheets now a mess of tangled fabric and dark stains. Five equally naked men surrounded her, their bodies moving in rhythm with hers. Michail’s eyes widened as he took in the sight. One man was beneath her, his hips thrusting into her pussy, while another was behind her, his thick cock buried deep in her ass—a place Michail had never been allowed near during their marriage. A third man gripped her hair, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she deep-throated him with practiced ease.
Maries eyes met his over the man’s shoulder, and she smirked, her lips stretched around the shaft. Her back was splattered with what looked like multiple loads of cum, the streaks glistening with the sun pouring through the bay window. Michail’s jaw dropped as he realized the sheer scale of what was happening. How many men had she already taken? How many times had she been filled?
He stood there, paralyzed, his mind racing as he processed the scene. It wasn’t until he felt a tightness in his pants that he realized he was hard. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans, throbbing in time with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. He hadn’t noticed the noise from the kitchen until three more naked men emerged, carrying drinks and laughing among themselves. They were hung impressively, their cocks swinging casually as they walked back toward the bedroom.
Michail’s gaze snapped back to Marie just as the man face-fucking her pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. “Cum for me, babe,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but eager. The man leaned forward, his hips thrusting as he shot his load into the air. Streams of cum landed on her face, in her hair, on her big breasts and swollen pierced nipple, mixing with the mess already there. The sight was both shocking and intoxicating, and Michail felt his own cock twitch in response.
The other men followed suit, their movements urgent as they pumped their loads into her pussy and ass. Marie giggled, her body trembling with the force of their orgasms. Then, her eyes locked on Michail again. “You okay there?” she asked, her tone casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.
Michail’s eyes darted down to his crotch, where his erection was now impossible to ignore. He mumbled something incoherent, his face flushing with embarrassment and arousal. Before he could respond, one of the men from the kitchen stepped behind Marie, his massive, semi-erect cock sliding into her cum-filled pussy. Another pressed his shaft against her face, and she obediently licked the tip, her tongue swirling around the head.
“Your boxes are in the garage,” she said, her eyes never leaving his. “Oh, and the lawns need doing. You forgot last week.”
Michail’s brain struggled to process her words. “Umm… yeah, okay. I’ll do that. Umm…” He trailed off, his voice cracking as he took in the scene once more. Marie turned her attention back to the men, shifting positions to accommodate another round. Michail stood there, his cock throbbing, his mind reeling.
How the hell was he supposed to mow the lawns right now?
