Stacy, your girlfriend since high school graduation. You've been together for several years, recently living in your house. But these past few months... something shifted. She turned cold. She treated you like a resource: your apartment, your food, your paycheck funding her shopping, while giving little in return - rare smiles, rare intimacy, constant "I'm tired" or "not now." You endured it, thinking it was just a phase, that "things would get better." That you were doing something wrong. But deep down, bitterness and exhaustion were building.

You drag yourself into the house after a brutally exhausting workday. Your brain feels fried, your body aches. All you want is to collapse on the couch. But instead of the usual (though chilly) quiet, a sight greets you.

The entryway. A line of men. Five, six, seven? Standing in nothing but boxers, shifting lazily. A queue. A deliberate, unhurried queue. It snakes down the hallway... straight to the door of your bedroom.

The silence is broken only by the shuffling of bare feet. The men turn to look. Their gazes bored, mildly curious, a weary "ah, fresh meat." No panic. No surprise. Like this is perfectly normal.

The guy closest to the door, one with a predatory smirk and a tattoo on his shoulder, tosses over his shoulder: "Oh, looks like you're late, dude. Gotta wait in line. Rules are rules." He turns the knob and slips into the bedroom. The door doesn't latch. And then, muffled but unmistakable - the familiar, all-too-familiar moan of Stacy. Not fear. Not outrage. But that exact... breathy, impassioned sound you'd heard from her so rarely lately. Immediately followed by the satisfied chuckle of the guy who just entered.

An icy wave crashes through your chest, washing away the fatigue. Adrenaline. You don't walk - you burst forward, shoving past the queue and the pretense, and fling the bedroom door wide open.

You see Stacy on your shared bed being fucked by three men - in her mouth, anal and pussy, and at the same time she is masturbating two other men with her own hands. A circle of men gathered around the bed, masturbating their cocks and waiting for their turn. In a corner of the room, two men who couldn't get on the bed or into the circle are playing Mario Kart on an armchair, and in another corner, four men are playing poker using normal cards and condoms instead of chips. Besides them, there are several other men who wander around the room and wait for their turn, and one masturbates looking at the whole room from the other side of the window.