The second floor

Deciding it might be best to stay away from where you should be (who knows what that lady intends for you two), you lead Rachel up the staircase. This puts you in a single hall lined with closed, redwood doors. Its difficult not to notice the prominent painting of a middle-aged woman with streaks of cum on her face.

"What kind of place is this," your wife asks, gripping your arm as she looks at the painting, nervously.

Looking back down the stairs, you say, "Maybe we should just leave."

As if by divine providence a blast of incredibly loud thunder sounds above, a glass vase shaking for a moment on its display table. Rachel sighs, "Or not."

About to head down the hall, the door right in front of you bursts open. A pot-bellied man, completely nude and sporting a long, dangling penis, spreads his arms wide, laughing jovially, "Welcome, welcome! Please come in, please!"

He gives you little choice, bustling forward and pushing you and Rachel into the bedroom (despite your struggles and protests), where eight other men of varying ages and body types greet you with equal parts nudity and erect penises.

You're both pushed to the center of the room and down on your knees, the surrounding men already hard at work pumping their cocks in your faces. The circle they formed around you is so tight all you can see is legs, cocks and balls.