A large group of sexy guys

Your wife is making eyes, not at one man specifically, but at a group of around six large men. They all looked at your wife with lust in their eyes. This was going to be a long night for you indeed. The pack of sex gods beckon your wife over. Molly, now having completely gone mad, simply looks at you and says, "Showtime," before strutting over to the wall of muscles. You, of course, follow behind like a dog obediently following its master. Your hot bimbo of wife no longer has the attention span nor the patience for small talk. Rather, she gets right down to business.

"Alright, boys, here's the deal. I'm Molly, this is my pathetic husband, John. Long story short, my husband has become a shell of his former self. He doesn't even deserve to be called a man. I need some men to remind him what it means to satisfy a woman. I don't suppose any of you would be game?" Molly exclaims.

The six pillars of muscles and sex appeal look taken aback by your wife's forwardness for a moment, before looking at you. You are surprised their thick necks are able to actually bend down enough for these giants to actually look at you. The muscle beach Mount Rushmore bursts out in uproarious laughter. The largest among them wraps his arm around Molly's waist. As if her husband was not standing right in front of him watching.

"We'd love to help out your little girlfriend there, Molly. We love helping people, don't we, boys?" The beast bellows.

The other men holler their agreement with the Hercules, and Molly adorably hops in excitement. You let out a long, tired sigh. You order a beer, and pull up a chair to watch the show. You happily daydream about one of these freaks of nature falling on you and accidentally flattening you to ****. But instead, you know what actually is about to happen is your beautiful wife is about to be stretched out by six cocks the size of your arm.