For her birthday, my wife asked for six men. My job was service.

Nina wanted six men, and Vince arranged them, and I prepared the apartment. Towels, lube, water, and a chair in the corner for me. The terms were simple: I serve. Lube, water, whatever she needs. And when it's over — cleanup.

I watched them take her. Two at once. Then three. Then every hole, filled at the same time, while I stood at the wall holding a towel and counted the orgasms until I lost count.

Then the men finished, and the real work began. My work.