John got a big kick out of that. He’d done it before a few weeks earlier. Brought up two guys she’d written homework for. They nearly shit their pants when they saw her. They were expecting some kind of librarian-looking dumpy middle aged woman, but instead she opened the door in a corset and stockings, no bra or panties, and six inch heels. She was blindfolded and wearing a ring gag. They were on her in a second, tag teaming her mouth and ass for three hours before they slowed down long enough for John to introduce them to each other. She was a whore like that, just letting complete strangers fuck her without even knowing her name. I guess once a whore always a whore. Usually I don’t even bother telling them her name anymore either, it’s a turn on. Most of them don’t care anyway. She’s just a hole. A warm, wet, tight hole. Not much else seems to matter. The half dozen guys in the van were no different. John told me that nobody even asked her name during the whole two hour car trip.
They arrived a little after midnight. John has his own key so he let himself in. We were already asleep but John knows the ropes and he came straight into the room and pulled the sheets off of my wife. I opened my eyes and saw him and a cluster of shadows at the door.
“She’s all yours, guys,” I said, rolling over and pulling the covers back over my head. “John, you guys use the guest room, OK? I’m tired. Just don’t leave a mess.”