The bell I had heard was our doorbell. I headed down the stairs, the muffled voice groaning. It sounded almost…sexual. I frowned. There was a wet, s...cking sound. My stomach tightened. I reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped out into the living room. My wife was on her knees, wearing one of my old T-shirts, her naked ass shaking as she blew the Black delivery guy. I gaped in astonishment. Her red hair fell in a curtain around her face, and her heavy breasts stretched the material of my. A shitload of hands went up. "How many of your wives are over there on the auction block?" That got similar numbers -- which made it a poor selection criterion. "How many of them aren't here at all?" That got a smattering -- maybe twenty. "Walk away, boys," she told them. "How many of you REALLY want your old lady with you if you can swing it?" Maybe sixty percent of the previous pool raised their hands. "How many don't?" The forty percent answered. "You that don't can hit the bricks, too -- no. More

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