“You want to fuck my wife, Chris?” I asked.He took a big drink from his bottle, wiped his mouth, and grinned.I said, “It didn’t go well last t...me … three years ago.”“I was nervous!” Chris said defensively.“You’re not nervous now?”“Well…” But he didn’t finish his thought, because at that moment my wife stood-up and turned around. She saw us. She did a double take and smiled.I waved. She waved back. I stood up and, leaning on the railing, watched her walk up the yard towards the house. I looked. He answered the phone and I just kept sucking. It didn’t take me long to figure out it was a business call that was quite important to him.I was getting frustrated as his phone call continued. I mean I wasn’t an unattractive nineteen year old–I was used to the idea that if a guy had his cock in any part of my body that I was his focus. In this case a shy, scared, naked teenager’s mouth meant nothing to him as his phone conversation continued. I wondered if that was also why it was taking so. "Haroun al-Rashid, ruler of the city of Baghdad, Caliph of the Empire and Defender of the Faithful, May He Live for a Thousand Years, that Haroun al-Rashid?" said their host, a bald man who had once been a mamluk."Is there any other Haroun al-Rashid?" said Arram.Everyone laughed, and Arram laughed loudest. He was not used to drinking strong wines, and he was not used to keeping the company of strangers late at night, but this was a special night, a night to celebrate, because after all, tonight. He slammed into her harder and held his cock in her as he filled her pussy with his cum. When he was done, he pulled out and I could see his sperm leaking from my wife’s pussy. She held her legs open wide and another cock was soon filling her swollen red pussy opening. The cock in her mouth came so much that it leaked out of her mouth. Another cock was shoved again and soon she had one more load of sperm filling her mouth and pussy. Each black man had his turn to fuck her, and she sucked them.