It's not her fault; she's addicted

Squeezing your eyes shut you realize that it's not her fault- it's the addiction. Her body needs fresh cum, and she'll only get hotter and hornier until she gets it. She probably didn't even know why this was happening to her. That thought didn't help much as you heard the wet sucking and slapping sounds from the next room, and the boys' lewd catcalls.

"Damn, Mrs. Doe. You can take it all in now! Throat that cock you slut."

"Squeeze your tits together. Yeah."

"Open up Mrs. Doe, you're going to make me cum again."

You heard one boy moan in tandem with your wife Michelle. You struggled with what to do. You decided to head upstairs to your room to wait for her to finish. As you quietly ascended the stairs, the sounds of sex pursued you all the way to your marital bed. All you could think about was your pretty wife, with her big blue eyes and short dark hair pleasing all the neighborhood boys in your living room.

After another 30 or 40 minutes you heard the front door open.

"Bye Mrs. Doe!"

"Thanks for drinking all my cum again, Michelle."

"I can't believe you got me off three times!"

Then, your wife said, "Goodbye boys. See you tomorrow."

You expected her to come upstairs and take a shower, but for a long time you heard nothing. With a heavy heart you decided to go downstairs to check on her.

When you walked into the living room you saw her, on her hands and knees, licking the hardwood floor.