Soon after her friend sat up and my wife turned around and they looked at me. Her friend said he was going to fuck my wife and my wife asked if that w...s okay. I excitedly and anxiously agreed. I was so eager yet nervous to finally live out my fantasy of watching my wife have sex with a white man. After I gave the green light, my wife got on top and mounted her friend. I remember watching her stand on her knees over his athletic white body and direct his big white cock into her shaven Asian. I know, big deal. It’s a simple piece, mostly. Requires a rhythm fingering on the lower strings with a melody on the upper. But left hand fingering is all chords that the right hand fingers. The thing is that I read it from the music as I played. Yes, I’ve been practicing a lot so I might be able to play it from memory. But instead of doing that, I stayed focused on the music and let my fingers move according to what I was seeing rather than be disconnected and not knowing where the music came. My train of thought slows immensely when she runs her tongue along the underside of my dick head. The seconds tick by and her sucking gets harder, deeper, my fingers in her hair. Fuuuck, her mouth is already on me, I might as well let her finish. I stick to that fucked up reasoning, feeling her touch my balls and suck my dick like she's wanted to for years now. I focus on it, on the feel of her lips and her tongue, the way they worship my heavy cock. I keep her long hair out of her face, her. Mumtaz stood frozen. Maybe he would be the storm in her dry desert.A month back, Mumtaz Khan was sitting in her office, glancing through the case files she neatly racked in her cupboard after every successful court hearing. Mumtaz never failed. She never lost any verbal battle in any case in a court. She was the only criminal lawyer in town who could win even the most fatal cases. Her skills and ability made her a celebrity among lawyers. She was one of the richest women in town. Married at the.