Mrs. Moon is married, but there are just some needs that her own husband, Anthony, can't give her... There is this urge to be used by multiple men, and Mrs. Moon satisfies that urge by going to a repair centre to meet with four men working there. She wants them to use her and give her their seed, while her husband looks on. After Mrs. Moon gets her fill, she and Anthony go home, after which Anthony admonishes her for breaking one rule: no kissing. Mrs. Moon immediately feels contrite, remembering how she lets Tim, the foreman, kiss her. As punishment, Anthony orders her to do it. Mrs. Moon retrieves a dildo and does as Anthony asked... SAMPLE: Tim looked down at those green eyes staring back at him; those painted lips sealed tight around his girth. He glanced at the man in the suit, her husband, and saw him watching the proceedings, expression unreadable. And then Mrs Moon let his dick smack from between her lips, the woman repeating the action, her sucking popping off his manhood like a cork from a champagne bottle. "You going to put it in now, Tim? I'd like you to fuck me now," she gasped. The woman stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, bending at the waist as she slid the flimsy scrap down her legs. "I'm gonna lick that," Tim growled when he saw the smooth, plump pudendum. His confidence soared. "Get on your back and open your legs. I wanna taste that cunt before me and the boys fill you full of spunk." "Do your worst," Mrs Moon crooned as she complied, lethal heels on those shoes stabbing into the already punctured sofa, the woman's long legs falling apart, her fingers splaying labia slick with lust. "All of you," she squealed, eyeing the other three men as they clustered around, all of them naked. "Use me."