Damn right they are

A few men rush up, in a hurry to be next to have their turn with Daphne. She turns so she's bent over the table, legs spread, wiggling her ass invitingly. The first to reach her grabs her by the hips, and slams his cock deep into her soaking wet sausage wallet. She cries out in pleasure, and starts bucking back against him as he pounds his cock into her. She loves the way it feels, pushing up into her cervix with every thrust. She loves how everybody is staring at her, cheering them on, her naked body on full display, being fucked like the dirty little cockslut she is. Daphne briefly wonders what her husband is up to, then laughs, and bucks harder. Repositioning her and this new guy, she faces the crowd, she wants to see them watching her. She bends over, hands on her thighs, facing them all, this strange man fucking her insatiable little cunt.

It's not long before she finishes this guy off and is motioning for more. The next man grabs onto her blonde hair, gripping it tight, forcing her head up, rubs his cock over her pussy, getting it nice and wet, then pushes the head up against her ass. Holding onto her hip with his free hand, he slams it in as hard as he can, filling her ass up with his big cock. Daphne cries out, her eyes rolling back, and soon he's pumping in and out of her, hard, fast and deep. Using her like she's nothing more than a fucktoy. She's moaning and groaning loudly, lewdly, her tits bouncing with each thrust, much to the approval of her audience.

She can't get enough, the more she gets, the more she needs, she motions for another to come closer, and pulls his cock out, quickly engulfing it in her mouth, letting the two men bounce her back and forth on their cocks as she stands, bent over, naked except for heels, clothes gone who knows and who cares where. The horny little slutwife is in pure bliss, out in public, on display, being fucked, being given all that delicious cum. Her cock-addled brain only hungers for more now. Nothing else matters, just cock and cum, she wants them all.

Meanwhile, back at home, her husband is on the phone with his R&D department. "What do you mean you can't just send me a replacement?" He asks angrily into the phone. "We're sorry, sir. But you know this device is still a prototype, we don't have a replacement to give you, and even if we did, it wouldn't be synced up to the collar. You'll just have to bring us the damaged controller, and we'll try to repair it." He huffs and scowls, "Fine, and how long will that take?" The technician, exasperated at his stupid boss responds, "Probably about a week, maybe two. I hope you didn't do anything too drastic to whoever you put the collar on."

He knew exactly who his boss put the collar on, and was able to bring up exactly what he'd done to her, as well as the current location of the collar and its wearer. The information readily available on the cloud. But he wasn't about to tell his asshole boss that. "Damnit, what the hell do I pay you people for? Fine! Send someone over to pick it up and get to work on it!" The technician stifles a laugh, "Sure thing, I'll send one of my assistants over to pick it up, and we'll get on it immediately." With that they hung up, and the technician looked at the location of the collar, not far from his house. He quickly arranged for someone to pick up the controller, and then left for the bar. No way was he going to miss out on this. He had seen his boss' wife, and wanted his turn with her. As he was opening the door, he remembered one more thing: The back up controller device, then he was off to the bar.