My friend John and I are going to fuck your wife. She is going to scream and moan and come like a whore, and then beg for more. You are going to wat...h. Understand?” My eyes were fixated on his erection. I nodded my head. The three of them whispered together for a bit- I wondered what they had planned. Then my wife came over to the chair and bent over so her face was right in front of mine. I thought that she was going to kiss me or whisper something to me, but instead, Jack walked up. "How was your day?" I asked."Good," she answered,"Well, I guess sort of routine," she smiled and patted me on the leg. "There's something we should talk about."My heart started to race. I should've known this arrangement was too good to be true. Of course it wouldn't last forever. "Mom?" I croaked, breathing in and out quickly, almost starting to hyperventilate."Honey?" It's our deal isn't it?" I stammered quietly."What?" she said, "Oh . . . no, don't worry, it's not over." Oh thank god," I. Like Samir, he is almost 6 feet tall and has even better physical figure than Samir. But still, he doesn’t have that charming look like Samir has. Anyway, these two friends used to have so much fun in college where they shared a lot of girls.Samir clicks on the link and while he was looking at the link sent by Aryan, almost a km away from his office, inside a huge bungalow, Shruti is with her close friend Manisha.Shruti is from a very rich family and her father is one of the business tycoon of. I considered ending my recital by saying "The best part was when I fucked this sweet married white woman with my strapon. Its the same one that I put on this morning, in case I had the chance to take a certain elegant customer to my bed." But I behaved myself."Have you any new work?" Certainly. I have several pieces back here in my workroom." We went back there and wandered among my newest creation, both the finished ones and the ones that were in progress. She commented quite intelligently but.