Roger Wedgewood and Tony Benson were both happily married family men, but they were out of town on business a lot and, naturally, they got horny, since they were red-blooded guys as well as loving husbands.

Tonight, three hundred miles from home, the two neighbors and friends went into the hotel bar together, hoping to find some action.

But it looked as if they were destined to be disappointed this particular evening.

There was only one woman at the bar. She was a spectacularly lovely redhead, with big tits spilling out of a low-cut gown and a great ass.

But she was with another man.

Roger and Tony had a drink at the bar, lingering over it, hoping a couple of girls might come in. But they were out of luck. Not a single lady, even an unsightly one, came into the place. They were in the mood of fucking, not drinking, so when the first drinks were finished, they were about to go back to their rooms, where they would have to settle for solitary handjobs.

Then the guy who was sitting with the beautiful redhead came over, grinning.

"You fellas looking for some fun?" he asked.

They eyed him warily. Rut he didn't look like a pimp and Roger said, "Maybe."

"My name is Tom," the stranger said.

They told him their first names, still a bit suspicious of the man's direct sort of approach. Then he explained.

"See, I picked this woman up earlier. Wanda, her name is." He indicated the redhead with a gesture. "Well, she turned out to be a real nympho!"

Roger and Tony were becoming interested.

"So?" Tony asked.

"So I had her up in my room and we've been sucking and fucking up a storm. But she's too much for me. I can't get another hard-on to save my life – and the slut is begging for more! So when I saw you two guys here on your own, I figured maybe you could give me a hand, eh?"