Mike was at the airport watching the clock nervously. Was this trip worth it? He could call in a replacement at the last second and stay home this week with his wife Tonya. They had been married for five years. He had worked hard for her, putting her in a posh beachfront condo, buying her those fabulous -- and expensive - tits. He had done everything for her, but he worried that meeting all these expensive demands was taking away from their love life.
She had been acting strange lately, too. A few weeks ago, he found porn on her browser tab. It was raw, hardcore stuff; Pummeled Pussies 10, Anal Creampie Queens 3, Basement Slaves 7. Some of it even had decent production value. He never thought she would be into stuff like that. It seemed his little princess Tonya was craving something more adventurous. Then he looked at his watch one more time and his mind was made up.
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Back at their fancy beachfront condo, there was a party getting underway, and not just any party. Tonya had invited some "friends" over. Three men were lounging around in her living room completely naked. For their thin frames, they were freakishly well-hung. And by all appearances, they were ready to party. There were lines of coke on the table, open bottles of liquor, bongs, and every other vice a mid-thirties partier would go for. They were lying slouched on the massive leather sofa that Mike had bought with cash and muttering to themselves.
One of the men snorted a line and plopped back on the couch again. "Are you sluts ready yet!?"
"Be patient, dick! We're almost ready." It was Tonya's voice.
"How much makeup do you need to get your pussy split in half!?" He shouted back at her.
"It's a surprise, dipshit!"
Then the bathroom door flew open and she came strutting out with two other women. Branda and Janet were friends of hers, and two local celebrities in beachfront real estate. They first met through a pyramid scheme and had been partying together ever since. Branda and Janet were frequently attached at the hip -- among other places -- and were together so much they preferred to go by "Bran and Jan".
The men were just three bartenders at a nearby pub the girls were single-handedly keeping open. Although the girls saw these guys more frequently than they saw their own husbands, they couldn't be bothered to learn their names. The girls always joked that they looked like the Jonas Brothers, so they cheekily called them the "Bone-us Brothers" and named each one Nick, Joe, and Kevin.
The clicking of the girls' high heels echoed through the hallway as they walked to the living room. The three horny guys lit up with anticipation. "Hell yeah. Let's fucking go!" exclaimed Joe. As the girls stepped out, the guys saw what was taking so long to get ready. The three girls were done up in outrageous getups. They were nude except for silly unicorn horns on their heads like party hats, pink mardi gras masks, flashy nipple tassels dripping off their tits, 4-inch stiletto heels with little fur over the toes made to look like horse hooves, and the coup de grace, long ponytails sticking out the backs of their asses, held in place by a silver butt plug.
The girls stood there being admired while the guys laughed to themselves. One of them blurted out "Fuck yes! I've never jammed my dick into a mythical creature before."
"Well you're about to, baby." Tonya answered him. She was the apparent matriarch of this orgy.
"Boys and girls, get ready for Unicorgy 2024!!"
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About thirty minutes away, Mike was on the road headed home. He had made the clutch decision to cancel his trip and was racing home to Tonya. Hoping to appeal to her sense of adventure, he had a bouquet of roses and two tickets to a Caribbean Cruise he had picked up from the travel desk before leaving the airport. He knew she was going to be so excited.
Mike wasn't the most adventurous guy, but he was a great husband and a good enough lover for Tonya to marry him. He'd always treated her like a pampered queen, and even more so after her recent surgical "enhancements". He figured this was the perfect move to satisfy her recent cravings. He stepped harder on the gas pedal anxious to get home to her.
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Back at the condo, the men were lined up on the sofa and the girls were down on their knees deep throating their cocks. Nick took a hit from the bong and high-fived Kevin. This was every stoner bartender's dream, after all. Tonya stood up and tried to call attention to the room.
"Ladies and gentlem-"
Everyone was looking up at her except for Bran, who seemed to be in some other universe devouring Joe's cock. Tonya knew she liked sucking dick, but didn't know she was training for the Whore Olympics. She tried again to get her attention.
"Bran... Bran. BRAN!!!"
Bran finally lifted her head up, a long string of saliva running from her lip to his tip, and looked up at Tonya as if coming out of a trance.
"Go off, Queen. But if you're going to eat that much cock, wait 30 minutes before getting in the pool."
The other revelers laughed. "Psh, whatever." Bran said under her breath as she wiped her chin.
