The end of the day, both of you had a stressful day but not overwhelmingly bad. You were looking forward to the plan you have been devising for months. You hear her car pull in so you hurry upstairs. You draw up a bath for her, light a candle, play soft relaxing music for her and let her do her thing in the tub. Meanwhile, you’re scrambling the jets. You’re hard work of finding a few guys trustworthy enough and willing to do it should hopefully pay off tonight. You sent some texts and within minutes they are on their way.
One by one they text that they are here and you let them in downstairs. Give them the brief of how it’s going to go down and you go back and impatiently wait with excitement. You text me too. I head over as well but not for her. It’s for you. The thoughts of what may happen begin to make you tingle and you can help but rub your pussy a little.
You hear the bath wrapping up, the water draining. And some movement in the bathroom. You fasten the ties to the bed posts and everything is ready to go.