Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Story :- Wife's snaps

Written by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife's snaps

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Authors Note: This is a story that is partially real, and partially copied from other stories we have read online over the years. Our goal was to select some stories around which we could build a larger story. So if you come across sections of this story that look familiar, its because they have in some cases been lifted word for word from other stories, or else modified from other stories to better fit with the larger story line we created.
The story is written from the husband's point of view, as between the two of us, it is the husband who has done most of the writing, the wife's main role was to provide critiques, and also to make sure that the female responses and reactions were genuinely believable
Enjoy.
PS: A word of warning, this is a very long story.
Thanks
PakCouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The dictionary defines 'Cuckold' as a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn. I do not think that such a definition comes close to really capturing what a true cuckold is. A true cuckold is a man who accepts that he cannot on his own sexually please his wife, and happily allows her the freedom to find sexual pleasure with anyone she like. In addition, a cuckold also realized that since he is sexually inadequate, it is perfectly understandable that his wife does not have sexual congress with him too often. Finally, a cuckold comes to terms with the fact that sexually speaking he is a beta male, even though he may be a successful alpha male in all aspects of his life. But in the sexual aspect of his life, he accepts and indeed revels in his wife's activities, plus the direct and indirect humiliation the bring to him. In all other ways, they have a perfectly normal marriage. And no one should confuse their sexually aberrant lifestyle, with them being unhappy. In fact, when a couple willingly accepts it, their happiness and closeness actually increases by leaps and bounds.



This is my story. Well my wife's and mine. It shows our progression, from what would be considered mild or 'normal' cuckolding, to the relationship we have today.



My wife, Samina and I had an arranged marriage 5 years ago, when she was 20, and I was 25. I had just completed my MS in the US and my parents insisted, an put immense pressure on me to get married and settle down before starting my job with as a design engineer for an electronics firm in the US. Of course I was not entirely happy to be strong-armed into marrying someone I did not know, or had even met. But parental and family pressure left me with little choice. But don't worry, this is not a typical story of wife being slowly corrupted by her conniving husband.



At the time, I was dating Pushpa, a beautiful Indian girl, an only child, born in America to immigrant parents. To say that her ideas about sex, and what a relationship between a man and woman should be like, were quite unorthodox, would be an understatement. And in the time I was with her, she helped me discover new vista's of pleasure that I would never had known otherwise. Ours it was a purely physical relationship, both of us knew that neither one of us was in it for the long term.But still I felt a twinge of sadness as I broke up with her. I was convinced that Samina could not possibly be as adventurous and exciting as Pushpa, who was wild in bed and up for anything out of it. So much so, that she had me nearly convinced that only she would be a suitable wife or long-term partner for me.



Ever since I had come the US, 6 years earlier as an undergraduate, I had been attracted to slutty girls with colorful pasts. And certainly Pushpa had a real rainbow of a past, but that only served to attract me to her all the more. And she knew it, player upon it, and soon we were living together. In the 9 months that we lived together, Pushpa took me to new heights of sexual pleasure (physical, and mental!), and made me discover things I would have never thought possible. So convinced was I that no other woman could possibly come close to matching Pushpa, I seriously considered asking her to marry me, even though I knew full well that my family would never accept her and that I would be thought of as having betrayed and abandoned them and their dreams for me.



Alas, it was not to be, and with a heavy heart, I watched Pushpa move her things out of my apartment, and give me a last good bye romp in the bed before I caught a flight to Karachi. My thoughts on that long flight were completely focused on what arguments I could come up with to convince my parents and grand-parents that the arranged marriage was not a good idea. But I knew in my heart that no argument, no matter how strong would sway them, and by the time I landed I had resolved to face the music and put up a happy face, and hope for the best. Maybe Samina would not be all that bad for me. From that point on, I acted as the happiest man possible. And both my grand-mothers took every opportunity to tell me that the girl they had all chosen for me was peerless, and that I was wise to have to seen the light and accepted their choice. Somehow that did not make me feel any better, rather it had the opposite effect as I figured that any girl that had charmed my extremely conservative grand-mothers as much as Samina had, was bound to be extremely conservative herself. Not quite what I was hoping to find in a wife!


Fortunately I had a 2 month break, before having to report to my new employer in Silicon Valley, although I had been told that I would be sent to their new fabrication facility in Florida, once that was up and running in about a years time. That excited me no end, as having spent the past 6 years in frigid Boston, I was more than ready to move to summer, warmer climes. But that was still months away, for the moment I had a pressing problem that needed addressing.
Being at home with my family helped a lot, and my sister, Usra, regaled me with stories about Samina. Usra and Samina had met often, before my parents had taken the official proposal. The purpose of those meetings was to have Usra determine Samina's suitability as a bride for me. In that time Usra had grown to like Samina a lot, and had no qualms about insisting that our parents propose immediately.


“And you know bhai, I have some friends who go to college with her, and they all swear that Samina is a very uncomplicated girl, respected by all, and has no hidden past.” Usra told me one evening as we sat on the terrace having tea. By that she meant that Samina was 'pure', a huge deal in the patriarchical Pakistani society, where feminine virginity is a prized commodity, but one which was becoming harder to to find, as more and more females got educated and entered the work force.



Easy exposure to western influences offered more attractive alternatives to the stringent demands placed by religion and society, still governed by ancient feudal norms and etiquettes. In the city dwelling upper classes it was become almost impossible to confirm if a suitable girl was still a virgin, my mother had once complained a couple of years earlier, when she tried to defend herself on why she had not as yet been able to find me a bride, even though I had not once asked her do so. So clearly, now that Samina's 'purity' had been confirmed by multiple sources, there really was no reason not to proceed, of course my own feelings to the contrary did not count, and nor was my opinion sought.



About a week after my arrival in Karachi, my entire family (younger brother and sister, parents, and grand-mothers) boarded an evening flight, bound for Lahore to visit Samina and her family. You see Samina is a Lahori, born and raised in that old city. While in Lahore we stayed with some family there, so it was natural that they too would accompany us when we went to Samina's house the next day. So a party of nearly 20 people ascended on my soon-to-be-in-laws house. I could only imagine just how much trouble they would have had to go through to prepare for the evening, well at least I would get some good food out of it, if nothing else.



For about an hour after we reached there, Samina's father basically interviewed me thoroughly, and then once satisfied the subject changed to more congenial and lighter matters. Finally, a little later Samina was brought out.



My heart was beating hard as I braced myself for the worst. And then in she walked... and I felt my jaw drop open, and a snicker escape from my sister, who was looking at me just to see my reaction! I cannot find words to adequately describe that moment. All my doubts and uncertainties departed instantaneously. I was incapable of doing anything, but stare at the vision of beauty as she walked towards her father and took a seat next to him on the sofa across my own.



By any standard, Samina was a classic sub-continental beauty. Dressed in a loosely fitted shalwar-kameez, I guessed she was about 5'4” tall, with a perfectly proportioned face, had long, flowing jet black hair, a light natural tan (the result of a mixture of Kashmiri and Perisian blood lines), dark brown, piercing eyes, flawless skin, and an easy confident smile as her father formally introduced us. Even under her loose, but smart kameez, I could tell that she was quite well endowed. And what I found more encouraging was that her head was not covered, in fact she had no dupatta at all. So at least she was not as conservative as I had worried she might have been.



Chaperoned by Samina's 3 sisters, and my own, we went out a couple of times for dinner. The sisters, discretely taking a table away from us, leaving Samina and myself at a two-person table so we could take freely. I told Samina about my past, education, experiences etc. I was completely open and honest and told her that I enjoyed drinking, had slept with a few girls, and had even lived with Pushpa, whom for a brief while I considered marrying.


To my relief, Samina did not storm off, rather she told me that she appreciated and respected my candor. She said that she had no problem with my drinking, provided I did not do it to excess, and as far as being with women was concerned, she had guessed that after having lived in the US for so long, it was inevitable. Her main concern was Pushpa, and I assured her that while I had enjoyed living with Pushpa, she and I both knew that it was a temporary arrangement, and not something lifelong.



On her part, Samina, told me that she was dying to get out of Pakistan's stifling environment, and that if I was looking for demure, religious woman as wife, she was not it. In fact she said, she was not religious at all. I told her that was fine, as I had actually feared that she might be some conservative fundamentalist, which thankfully she clearly was not. She the told me that while she was a virgin, and had not even kissed a guy before, she did not think that pre-marital sex was such a big deal, and that the only reason she had not indulged in was that she was afraid of hurting her parents, if they ever found out that she was sleeping around. A lot of her friends were no longer virgins, and in a way she envied them, but in another way, she felt that loosing ones virginity to one's spouse would be very special.



In my mind, I had many questions, and I wondered just how irreligious, and unconservative Samina was. My guess was that by local standards she was probably a lot of each, but by western standards she would probably be considered quite conservative. Only time would tell, but I was not worried any more, for now, what she had told me was enough.



So, with my reservations and doubts dissipated to a large extent a grand wedding was held in Lahore, just a 2 weeks later, followed by a grander reception in Karachi upon our return.



Actually, Samina surprised me in many ways, and not so much in others. For instance, while on our wedding night she had no problem with us being naked together in bed and making out, she was not comfortable having sex, in fact it would be a month before we got around to that doing that. Blood on the sheets confirmed her virginity. In a way I felt like a hypocrite, having been with several women in my college years, yet here I was deflowering a woman. On the other hand she was exceptionally confident and not once did I feel that she would be a liability as a wife. And once we started to have sex, there was no stopping her, clearly after having held out for so long, she was ready to go at it, and was soon a tigress in bed. Another pleasant surprise, at least in bed she was totally unrestrained, although giving and receiving oral sex was still a few months down the road.


I felt that once she was out of Pakistan, she would grow and blossom even more, and I was determined to do whatever it took for her to emulate Pushpa. But even if I failed, I now knew that I had made the right decision in marrying Samina, she was indeed peerless. And in hindsight, it is hardly surprising that things developed the way they did. Samina was like a caged bird longing to be set free, all I did was open the cage, the rest came to her completely naturally.



Our time in California was generally uneventful, as we adjusted to living together. Samina joined the local university and took some courses in management and marketing, with the goal of either getting into an MBA program, or better yet finding a job. In this she had my full support as fully believed that not only would the education do her good professionally, but it would also build her confidence.



A few things out of the ordinary happened while we were in Silicon Valley, firstly Samina tried alcohol. When I had first told her that I enjoyed alcohol, I was not sure how she would take it, but her reaction was a pleasant surprise as she told me that she would not mind trying it out once, just to see what all the fuss was about. So I had her try beer. Big mistake! She hated it, and nearly threw up after just the one sip, and swore it would never touch her lips again. But a few weeks later, she tried Champagne, offered by my boss's wife, and loved it. From then on a whole new world opened to her and she enjoyed wines and Champagne immensely, and once her palate had grown really accustomed to them, she wondered how she had ever gotten along without them.


The other big change or development came about not because I asked for it, but because of a simple conversation we had. At the time I thought nothing of it, but later I realized that my nonchalant manner is probably what gave her the courage to go for it before asking me if I agreed.



You see, shortly after our arrival in the US, we agreed that we had to stay fit and trim. Samina and I were both used to active lifestyles, and she did not like people who let themselves get out of shape, so it was agreed that we would join a gym not too far from where we lived.



Frankly going together to the gym did wonders for our already active sex life. Folks for those of you looking for an activity to do with your partner, one which not only will help you become and stay healthy, but also bring you two closer together physically, try working out together. Many an evening we returned home together, not caring about how tired we might be, and proceed to tear off each others clothes and proceed to make hot, passionate, love. Trust me on this!

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

It was after one of these torrid love-making sessions, as we lay naked and sweaty on our living room floor, making small talk and cuddling that the subject came up. Both of us had noticed that extremely fit and attractive woman in our gym. We estimated her age to be somewhere around 40 – 45 years, but her physique was amazing. She out ran us on the treadmill, out-stretched us on the floor mats, and out-biked us on the bikes. There was no question that this woman was fit, and set out goals to be as fit as she was. And not only was she fit, she clearly loved showing off her toned abs, fit arms, hard legs, and tight abs, in her regular gym attire, which was a pair of tight hot pants, and a training bra, which if any more revealing would probably have run afoul of the gym nudity rules.

I remember mentioning to Samina how sexy the woman looked, and how not a single male present could keep his eyes off her. It was at that point Samina asked me how I would feel if she dressed like that, and I said I would love. But the conversation was so matter-of-fact that I did not give it a second thought, and just assumed that Samina was being facetious.
Well, guys never ever underestimate a woman's ability to surprise you. The following Monday we were at the gym again. I had had just exited the mens locker room after changing and was walking towards the treadmills, when I had to do a double take. At first I saw a very sexily dressed woman emerge from the women's locker room, and it did not initially register that the woman in question was Samina. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and a look of utter disbelief must have come over my face, as a laughing Samina walked over and kissed me before modelling her new outfit.
“Like what you see lover? I bought it at the mall yesterday.” Samina turned around.
“I....I...I.... love it.” I stammered, noticing that quite a few male eyes around were glued to my sexy wife. I had a thousand and one questions to ask her, but realized this was not the place. Besides, I was hard pressed enough as it was, trying to keep my throbbing penis from tearing out my jock strap and shorts.
“C'mon lets to running before all the treadmills are taken.” Samina took my hand, led me away.
I don't think I have every enjoyed working out as much as I did that day. Samina reminded me so much of Pushpa, as this was exactly the sort of thing Pushpa would have done, although for Pushpa it was pretty tame, but for Samina it was hugely bold! And for me it was huge relief that Samina was so bold. Still, I could not help but wonder how she had got the courage to do it.
That question was answered just a few hours later, as we lay on the carpeted floor, after another hot, love-making session upon our return from the gym. I could barely wait to get her home and fuck her blue. Which is what we proceeded to do together.
“So how did you.... I mean why.... I mean... well you know?” I tried to phrase my question delicately so as not to let her think that I objected, but nothing close to understandable came out.
Samina laughed. “Darling when I asked you about that woman and how you would feel if I dressed like her, your answer, the way you said it told me everything. And you don't know how happy and relieved I was.”
“What? Why?” I was surprised.
“Well, I can tell you know, I have always envied these western women and the freedom they enjoyed to dress sexy. And I always wanted to try that myself. But I never knew where you stood, and was afraid to bring up the subject, but when you answered the way you did, I was sure that you were not just saying that you would love it, as a joke, but actually I meant it, I got the courage to go for it!” Samina squeezed my hand.
“But why didn't you tell me first?”
“Hmm, well I thought about that and nearly did, but then decided not to. Because I felt that presenting you with a fait accompli would be a better way to go, as it would force you accept it even if you were on the border of whether or not you agreed. If I had told you first, and you were not sure, then there was a possibility you try to talk me out of it, and I did not want that to happen. So I just did it and gave you no choice.” Samina explained her flawless logic.
I was in awe of her. “What a smart wife I have!” I laughed and kissed her hard, Samina was fast approaching the point where I felt I could confide my greatest secret desire to her, but I was not sure if she was there yet. I could not have even imagined just how much she knew and understood me, and how her every step was ahead of me, and took place before I could ask her to do so.
Our time in California came to an end soon. We packed and moved to a small city in Florida, with a population of less than 100,000, and very few Indian/Pakistanis there. In fact I am sure that in our first years there we did not see a single desi. It was here that Samina really came into her own.
You see, back in California she had one again pre-empted my question, and told me that while felt perfectly comfortable dressing sexy at the gym, she was not too keen on doing so outside, even thought she really wanted to. Her reason being that outside she did not want to risk being seen by desi's, many of whom belonged to the genus homo-judgementalus, and would no doubt pronounce her to be a whore and slut immediately, particularly the senior ladies collectively referred to as desi aunties! In that group she included both Indian and Pakistani women, particularly since our circle of friends included both nationalities, and though most of them were quite open-minded, we were not sure if they were open-minded enough!
But once we moved to Florida, there was nothing to hold Samina back. Within a week of our move she had completely re-designed her wardrobe. Jeans, capris's,long skirts gave way to shorts, hot pants, mini-skirts. Full sleeved and sleeveless tops were packed away, to be replaced with spaghetti straps, halter tops, tube tops, and tank tops. And with warm weather all year round, Samina had plenty of opportunity to express herself like she had always fantasized about. Of course, I supported her whole-heartedly! But I still wondered if the time was right for me take that one critical step and truly open up to her. As much as I wanted to, something always seemed to hold me back, a nagging feeling that maybe Samina, despite everything, may not be there yet. But then how could I have guessed that Samina was already working on it?
We have been in Florida about a year, when one Saturday afternoon, Samina sashayed into the living room wearing nothing but a grin and a pair of high heels. Samina just turned 25 and she is without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world.
"Hey, baby," she cooed as she snuggled up to me on the couch. "I've got a surprise for you." Samina started stroking my bulging cock through my pants. I stood up and was out of my clothes in record time. I sat down again and kissed my wife deeply on the lips. Her hands found my cock and I groaned as I hardened in her hands.
"Do you want your surprise now, honey?" she whispered as she slowly pumped my shaft.
"Oh yeah, pleaseee." I replied, wondering what my sexy wife had in store for me.
Samina turned around and retrieved an envelope from her handbag on the side table. "Now I'm going to hand these to you one by one," she said. "And I don't want you jacking off too quickly, so you have to slow down when I tell you too or we'll stop and I won't show you the next one. Okay, lover?"
"Okay!" I hollered, nearly cumming at the thought of what I was about to see.
Samina handed me a photograph. She was standing in our living room, the room we were in right now, and she was naked except for her heels (she loves that look) and smiling at the photographer.
"When did you take these?" I asked astounded that she would even do such a thing, but she just smiled at me and handed me another one.
I had my cock in my hand and Samina gently cupped my balls and blew gently in my ear. Over the past months she had grown bolder and bolder sexually, and as a person too. Now I was sure that the moment of truth, where I could truly open up to her was at hand, but first I had to see what she wanted to show me. I tried to imagine what it could be, but could not come up with a single idea.
The second photograph showed Samina bending over the couch, reaching behind her to spread apart her luscious ass cheeks. Samina shaves her privates, except for a little black tuft at the front, and her puckered little white asshole is always exciting to look at, as I had discovered a few months ago. Samina put her free arm around me and I enjoyed looking at the hot photo of my wife while rubbing up against the real thing.
Samina handed me the third photograph and she quickly squeezed the base of my cock when I saw it. Samina was on her knees in front of the photographer struggling to undo his belt.
"Oh baby this is hot," I whispered to her and then I leaned in to kiss her again. My mind was abuzz with all sorts of thoughts, how could she have known that I would be OK with this? And when did she actually have the desire to go through with it? And many others, but for now I just wanted to see more photographs.
The fourth photograph showed my beautiful wife smiling up at the camera from behind the photographers huge hard cock. She had both hands wrapped around the shaft and there was still a good couple of inches of cock to go. I looked at the photo for a long time as Samina whispered filthy things in my ear and stroked my balls.
In the next shot Samina was struggling to take as much of the photographer's cock in her mouth as she could. She was stretching her jaw open as much as possible and her cheeks bulged obscenely. I groaned and Samina shifted position. I held the photo of my wife fellating another man in one hand while I stroked her big boobs with the other. Now I should mention here, that it was only very recently that she had started giving me blow jobs, so this photograph was erotic as hell and I nearly shot my load right there, just barely stopping myself.
"Tell me you let him fuck your titties, baby?" I moaned hoarsely. My cock was throbbing, my mind was ecstatic and my eyes could barely leave the photograph.
Samina giggled and finally handed me the next photograph which showed her doing just that.
Now my wife's not a petite woman, and her 34C breasts are fairly large for her 5'4” frame, but this guy's cock easily filled Samina's sexy cleavage and poked up into her chin. I started jacking off again while staring at the photo and Samina tickled my balls and stroked my thighs.
The next shot was taken with the photographer sitting on the couch where I was now sitting. He was now completely naked, and Samina was next to him with her head in his lap. I could only see the back of Samina's head, but it was pretty obvious she was going down on him. Samina shifted on the couch again and gently lowered her head into my lap. I looked at the thick pile of photographs still in the envelope and wondered how I would hold out. And all the while my mind was screaming out, “how could she know?”
"I'm not going to blow you, honey," drawled Samina, blowing on my cock gently and handing me the next photo.
This photo showed Samina looking up at the camera sexily while she licked the underside of that great big horsecock. She was holding the shaft in one hand and there was a huge drop of pre-cum dripping out of the tip. The guy's cock was wet with my wife's saliva and I was amazed at how much she must have been able to fit into her mouth. Samina was still stroking my balls while she blew on my cock and I longed to grab a handful of her lovely hair and start fucking her hot wet mouth with reckless abandon.
"Ready for the next one, my darling hubby?" she asked sweetly, almost as if she was reading my mind yet again, something she seemed to be quite good at.
The next shot showed Samina straddling her lover. She was reaching down between them, guiding his big cock into her girl private. My cock jerked involuntarily and Samina quickly sat up and backed up a little.
"C'mon, baby," she said firmly. "You can do it. Now do you have it under control? You know you're not supposed to cum anywhere near my face now don't you?"
I nodded dumbly, not daring to touch my cock or even look at my gorgeous naked wife.
After a while Samina handed me the next photo. It showed their two groins locked together. Samina straddled me without touching my cock at all. She started kissing my face and I played with her tits while looking at the photo over her shoulder.
"Was he inside you?" I asked quietly, my voice a hoarse whisper and my body shaking with excitement and arousal. I could not help it, and I said, “it's the most arousing, erotic sight I have ever seen.”
"Oh baby," said Samina, as she giggled at my condition. "He went up me deeper and harder than you ever had. It was intense! And are you sure you have not seen anything more arousing that this?”
The reality of what my sexy wife was saying to me hit me and I looked her sharply in the eye, and nodded a NO, while looking at her with questioning eyes.
"C'mon baby," she said. "You know I love only you, right?"
I nodded and she continued, "but you saw how big his dick was, right? There's no way you could compete with that."
"Was it good?" I asked.
"I never felt so full of cock. I don't think I ever stopped cumming once he was inside me." She handed me the next few photos quickly, and in each of them Samina's cunt was being stretched to the limit by her lover's big cock. Samina was grinding against me now and I kissed and licked her titties while struggling to look at the photos. The sensitive underside of my cock was rubbing against Samina's mound and it took all of my will power not to cum.
Samina took the next photo out of the envelope and stood up while she looked at it. She turned around and lowered herself carefully down onto my lap. My cock was rock hard and begging to be fucked but she reached back and made sure it was nestled in between her ass cheeks and not inside her before she handed me the next photo.
Samina was in the same position in the photo except that her cunt was wrapped around her lover's big cock. He was reaching down and spreading her ass so I could see he was deeply embedded in her. I thrust my hips forward a little and I could feel Samina's wet vagine rubbing against the base of my cock.
"Oh that's good, baby," she whispered back to me, "keep doing that."
I kept jerking my hips and I felt Samina reaching down between her legs to finger her clit. Occasionally she would touch my balls or grab my cock to make sure I wasn't going to penetrate her. We kept rubbing against each other for some time while I stared at the photo of my wife getting fucked and my wife brought herself off with a a scream.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina stood up again as she came down. She knelt between my legs and smiled up at me while she gently rubbed my blue balls.

"Please, baby, can I fuck those beautiful titties?" I begged.
"Do you want to see some more photos?" she asked coyly as she backed away a little. She took the next couple out and flicked through them intently. I was aching to get off but there was still a lot of photos to look at.
Finally, Samina took pity on me. She moved closer, put the photos down next to me and started jerking me off slowly. My cock had been oozing pre-cum for the better part of an hour now and somehow having Samina wrap her cool hands around it while she smiled up at made me even harder and hornier for my slut wife.
I picked up the photos and leafed through them as Samina continued to rub my cock. There were several more shots of Samina getting fucked in various positions interspersed between shots of Samina sucking the guy's cock. Finally, I got to some shots of Samina on her knees on the floor looking back at the camera and I knew that she was taking it from behind. Samina had to stop and squeeze my cock several times to stop me from cumming.
It took forever for me to get back under control but I knew from the look on Samina's face that she'd be mad if I came. Samina tugged on my cock a few times and blew on my balls gently. "Don't even think about cumming while I'm down here," she warned.
"I won't!" I promised. I was now up to the last few shots and I knew I had to make it. I looked at the next one and it was almost identical to the last one. It was taken from behind and Samina was on her knees smouldering back at the camera. The next shot showed was the same again except that Samina had her eyes closed like she was concentrating on something.
"Did he..." I started.
"What?" asked Samina, standing up again and straddling me.
My aching cock pressed up against her stomach and she kissed me tenderly on the lips.
"Did he cum in you?" I asked, my voice quivering.
"Would you be mad if he did?" she asked, looking into my eyes searchingly. She took the last two polaroids out of my hands while she looked at me.
"No," I stammered, "I guess not."
"Do you want to see another man cum inside me or not?" she asked and I was acutely aware of my rock hard cock rubbing against the soft skin of her belly.
"I want to see it," I said finally.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
I would have agreed to anything at that point I was so horny, but Samina was determined to know if I really wanted to see another man cum in my sexy wife's precious girl private. "I love you," I said and kissed her hard on the lips. "And I want to see another guy fill your girl private with his cum."
She smiled at me tenderly and handed me the last two photos. The first one showed from the guy's waist down and there were still a few inches of his cock lodged in Samina's girl private from behind. "Look closely, honey," said Samina as she kissed my neck and shoulders.
She reached down and rubbed my cock gently as I looked at the photo. The guy's cock looked like it was still fully hard, and it was all wet with Samina's juices. Samina's pussy lips were wrapped tightly around it and then I saw what Samina was talking about. Just barely, because it was mostly hidden from view, there was a drop of creamy liquid dripping out of her girl private.
"Do you see it?" asked Samina, still watching me closely.
Her hand tightened around the shaft of my cock, poised to squeeze me off if I started cumming.
"I see it, baby," I moaned.
Samina looked down at my cock which was still twitching slightly in her grip.
"Have a look at the last one," she said.
I looked at the last photo. Samina was still on all fours and her lover had pulled out. The big bulbous head of his cock was nestled in her girl private lips. And his cum was every where. His cock was coated in it, and Samina's girl private lips were dripping with it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I looked up into my wife's big blue eyes.
"I love you, baby," she said and I started cumming, spurting the biggest load of my life onto my wife's belly while she held me tightly. "I can't believe we made it through the all of them this time."
I was still shaking from my orgasm and Samina was stroking my softening cock, milking every last drop out of me.
"So are there more photos like that?" I asked finally.
"Baby, I took those over a month ago," said Samina. "I've got a stack of photos three feet high waiting for you now!"
My eyes bugged open. “What? But how could you know, or even guess?”
“What?” Samina said gently squeezing my softening cock.
“That I would be OK with this.... this stuff?” I said, my voice and body having recovered a fair bit.
Samina laughed. “Oh that is simple. Pushpa told me!” She said simply.
“WHAT?” I was flabbergasted. How could she and Pushpa have gotten in touch? “But how......?” I let my question hang, making Samina laugh again.
“It's simple darling, remember how, a few days before our wedding you took me out to dinner, and confessed all your past sins?” She asked.
“Of course, I do. I did not want there to be any secrets, or for you to feel later that I was hiding things from you, I felt, you had a right to know about my past, in case you wanted to change you mind.” I explained.
“I know that darling, and it made me want you even more. Honesty is a quality I greatly admire, and you had it in spades. Well at that time you also confessed that you had lived with Pushpa and had nearly proposed to her, indeed would have, had there not been so much pressure from your parents and family.” Said Samina, and I nodded.
“So?” I asked.
“Well when you said that, I was determined to find out as much as I could about Pushpa, and what made her so special to you. So after you shared your email password, I just dug through your old emails and contacted her. She was quite happy to talk to me.” Samina cleared up a lot questions that I had.
“I see, and she told you.... everything?” I looked at my lovely wife.
“Yes darling, everything. And it was all very interesting. Why do you think I asked you about the most erotic sight comment you made. Pushpa told me you loved seeing her have sex with men who had bigger cocks than you, how it drove you mad with desire. So that is what I have happily done as well. Aren't you glad I did?”
I nodded an affirmative. “But how could you be sure that I would accept it in you? I mean Pushpa was just a passing girlfriend, while you are my wife. Many, in fact most men would prefer their wives to be more conservative than any girlfriends they might have had.”
“Oh I just took a calculated risk. Based on what Pushpa had told me and my own understanding of you, I figured that there was a good chance you would not only be OK with it, but would love it. I love it when I am right!” Samina laughed.
“I...I...I. Don't know what to say darling.” I stammered, my mind still buzzing from all of Samina's revelations. Had Pushpa really shared everything with my darling wife? And boy was I happy that she not the religious, conservative type at all. Finally, I had my dream wife!
“So what did Pushpa tell you?” I could not stop myself from asking.
Samina laughed. “She told me everything darling!” She played with my semi-hard cock. “And oh boy are we now going to have some fun.” She said with a devilish smile as we cuddled and snickered.
I held her tight, not knowing what say to her, but I was certain that she knew I was happy. Still I was a little concerned wondering just how much Pushpa had told her, and I was a bit doubtful if I really wanted Samina to have Pushpa as a guide, as some of the activities I did with Pushpa were not exactly the kind of things I felt I would be 100% comfortable doing with my wife. But what if Samina took things in that direction? That question nagged me. Samina's habit of pre-emptively doing things scared me a bit. She seemed determined to act first and inform me later, quite positive that I would approve. But, for the moment I put it all out of my mind, thinking that I would deal with things as and when they happened. And I looked forward to seeing what more she had up her sleeve.
Things seem to calm down after that amazing evening. I was desperate to find out if Samina had indulged herself some more, but felt that it would better to let her decide when to share with me. She had opened up a whole new world for herself, and indeed both of us or her won volition, and I did not want to barge in and start pestering her, or calling the shots, when she seemed to be coming along so well on her own. Experience with Pushpa (and my other 'normal' girlfriends), had taught me that when dealing with women, its best to be slow, deliberate, and non-pushy. I decided to take that approach with Samina too.
A few months later, my company sent me to their manufacturing plant in Vietnam, and I dreaded the thought of being away from my lovely Samina for a period of nearly 8 months. Samina herself was quite besides herself, and told me that she was not sure how she would handle this long separation. As she had just started a very good job herself, the alternative was that she either quit and come with me, or stay back. The job paid very well, and both of us agreed that quitting only a few weeks after joining would be a very bad long term career move, so she had to stay back. So turning my back on a tearful wife, with a heavy heart I went to the airport.
The first few weeks were the toughest. I missed Samina a lot, and while the long phone conversations helped a lot, they were no substitute for being together. Samina left me in no doubt that she missed me. Since it had been a while since the time she showed me the pics, I had started to thing that he cuckolding me was maybe over. Perhaps she felt that it was enough and there was no need for more. I felt sorry about that, but did not push the matter. although on more than one occasion during our phone conversations, I nearly blurted out that while she may not have me there for emotionally, she could at least satisfy her physical needs by bedding other men.
It came as a surprise, but Samina, got the idea to take monthly "themed" pictures of herself, encrypt and send them to me one day, and the password a week later. It was my job to try and figure out what the theme was. It was a great idea. Samina has a sparkling personality and a smile to knock anyone out so I couldn't wait to see what she would devise. Being the little devil she is she would send the encrypted pictures. The week of waiting for the password was excruciating. But the wait was worth it when it finally arrived.
I could barely wait to decrypt the photo files when I got back to my place. It was the most difficult drive I've ever had; torn between keeping my eyes on the road and imagining what kind of pictures she had sent me. I was fairly confident that they would of her fucking someone.
It was February and it was easy to pick out the theme she'd chosen. There were a slew of wonderful pictures of her standing in our bedroom in ski clothes, even though the nearest ski slopes were several hundred miles away, but I appreciated the effort she had put into selecting and obtaining a thematic costume. One by one as I went through the pictures. Samina had clearly decided to tease me with either the pose or the amount, or lack of, clothing. She started with pictures of her striking silly poses, her scarf wrapped around her long, sexy neck, the hood of her jacket pulled over her hair. Pictures with her tongue out, pictures of her pulling the hood down staring sexily into the camera. Then she turned her ass toward the camera, slipping the jacket off. Picture by picture she began disrobing for each subsequent picture. Her ski pants suspenders were pulled out, her thumbs hooked in them, a wicked smile on her face. My body began warming at the photos; her smile had me enraptured and the world melted away when I stared at her perfect grin. But just as she got down to her tee shirt and shorts the theme stopped. I was crushed at first, until I decrypted the next file, which contained a few more pictures.....and boy these were worth waiting for!
She wore the traditional dress we got married in and teased me with various pictures of her in the dress and slightly pulling up the gaharara (long loose skirt), to expose her long legs in stockings. Some pictures were shot from above and some; the best were shot from below, up through her dress and legs. I wondered if they had been taken by the same guys she had been fucking when she had first shown me pictures or her activities with other men. But the pictures that followed showed that she had taken them herself, leaving me feeling a little disappointed.
The pictures were perfect; they displayed almost her entire legs, without showing her panties at all; simply implying they were there. The next outfit was a green t-shirt pulled tight from the waist to the neck in that wonderful 'country girl', style and the tightest pair of white shorts you could ever imagine. It was in these pictures that she started exposing more and more of her ass, giving me that sexy, inviting, look over her shoulder—knowing that it is my favorite look of hers.
The culminating picture, was of the shirt pulled up just underneath her breasts, her legs spread in a standing V and her thumbs hooked into waist of those wonderfully tight shorts, pulling them down just to the top of her panty line. Suddenly I was hungry and couldn't figure out why. I laughed, fondly recalling just how much I loved performing oral sex on her.
The next set of pictures, was of her in a red nightie and on the bed. I couldn't think of a better place for her to be. She was holding the camera shooting down at her face and then had set it off to the side of the bed for the next shots. On her back, Samina stuck a leg into a v-shaped arch and tilted herself up on her elbows and leaned her head back. Her pronounced neck was just begging to be nibbled on. Then she had found my guitar, and decided to befriend it. She pulled the bedspread down over the bed and spread it out on the floor and laid on it with the guitar in front of her completely naked body!!!! I hadn't had sex with anything except my hand for a while, and here was my beautiful wife completely naked but hiding behind my wonderful acoustic guitar.
Just before my temperature shot through the roof, the last picture was of the guitar standing on end, straight up into the air. Samina sat behind the guitar, her legs spread to each side of the guitar as she leaned forward against it; hiding all of her vital "girl" parts. The pictures were wonderful, so absolutely wonderful. I got hard just looking at them and couldn't look at them enough. I can't remember the number of times I masturbated to them, shut down the laptop, only to turn it back on and enjoy them again.
The phone call that night was pure torture; Samina spent the entire time laughing at my enjoyment of the pictures. She was so happy that they worked for me so well and I told her that I planned on enjoying them routinely. And I did just that.
As the days passed I looked at those pictures over and over again, happy that I had such a sexy, fun and open wife. Nothing got me through those days of work and misery being away from her without the knowledge that I could go back to the hotel, and be able to view pictures again. There was only one problem though. The pictures, as wonderful as they were, were difficult to enjoy. Her true sexiness and sensuality was not being fully captured because she had to operate the camera by herself. She was forced to either hold the camera and try to get good angles or she set it on the timer and tried to get into position before it snapped the picture. I wondered how much better the pictures would have been if she had someone to take them for her and decided that I would talk to her about it.
I wondered why she had not asked one of her the men who had taken the earlier set of photographs of her fucking, to take more pictures. I reasoned that because these were just some teaser shots, probably taken at the spur of the moment, she had taken them herself. I was sure that better, more erotic poses and shots would soon follow. Still, I resolved to talk to her about the pictures.
Samina wasn't shocked when we talked and I expressed my thoughts. To her credit, agreed that they would have come out better if someone had taken them for her.
"Don't get me wrong babe," I told her; "I absolutely love them." I assured her because she sounded a bit disappointed.
"I know honey," she replied.
God, that's what I love about that woman. She isn't like any woman I've ever known, except Pushpa. I could be so open and honest with her simply because she seemed to be a step ahead of me in everything. At times I felt like a little boy in front of her or maturity and ability to outguess, and out think me.
"But I was thinking that.....” Samina deliberately let her question stay open.
"What were you thinking then?" I asked a bit to eagerly.
"Well," she laughed and the paused. "I was thinking I could see if someone wouldn't mind taking next month's spread."
I loved her word choice, my mind wandering to wonderful places. "You would be okay with that?"
She paused. "Yeah, why not? What do you think?"
"Oh I don't know," I answered honestly. "I think it would be great. Then I could soak up all of you and not have your arm in every picture." We shared a laugh but the other end of the phone got quiet. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yeah," she answered. "I was just thinking about it and how much nicer the pictures would be if someone else took them."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I agreed, picturing the possibilities already. Her question broke my thoughts. "You wouldn't mind it?"

I laughed. "Oh come on darling! You know full well that I would absolutely not! Why would I. I mean, I have already seen pictures of you taken by other men while you were being fucked by them. So why would I mind you posing sexily for a man? I guess it could depend on who you had taking the pictures. Did you have anyone in mind?" As much as I wanted to, I did not ask if she intended to send me new, 'action' pictures.
"Well, no, not really," she giggled. "This was your idea mister, remember to have me pose for someone else." She said demurely.
"Yeah, I do. Well would you want a guy to do it?" I played along.
"A guy?" she asked tentatively, then snickered.
"Yeah," I said, laughing softly. I loved the role of shy, demure wife that was playing. "Our closest friends are the guys who come over for poker and football. Any one of them would work as they are all single at the moment." I offered helpfully, laughing at the same time.
Samina guffawed. "I don't know about that, honey. I mean, I know I couldn't do it with one of my girlfriends. You wouldn't have a problem with one of the guys taking pictures of me in the house without you around?"
I thought before answering. What was she up to. Why this sudden desire to make sure that I was OK about everything. It's not like she had any such inhibitions in the past. I racked my brains but could not think of a good reason. But I was certain that her devious mind was up to something, so I slowly said, "no, I wouldn't mind. I trust those guys and I need to see you and if this is the way it has to be I'd be willing to under one condition."
"What is that?" she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"That you get those damn pictures to me immediately!" I laughed and she joined me.
That broke the ice and we worked out the details of the who, what and when of the next picture session. To us communication is so incredibly important especially when doing something like this with me out of the country. To me it seemed that for reason Samina was taking a step backward. From being the supremely confident, assertive, go-getter, she was now concerned about what I might think, and I was in two minds whether or not I liked her this way. Part of me felt good that she was soliciting my opinion, but another, perhaps bigger part was sorry that she was regressing. It had been so much more exciting when she had just done it, and presented me with a fait accompli. Now I had to think and analyze, it was so much easier to be just told that it had been done.
We agreed that my friend Steve would be the one she'd ask. He was a a likable guy, about our age with a great personality and was someone to whom Samina had taken a shine to to right from the beginning. They got along well, because he was a genuinely nice and simple guy, one who made people around him feel comfortable. He could hold his drink, and not turn into a fool either.
"Could I still do the pictures I was planning?" She asked me softly.
“What the hell is going on here?” I thought. “Why is she still behaving so strangely? Particularly now, when she has already fucked other men, and knows I love that she did?” It didn't make any sense to me. Much later, long after my return home, was I to find out that this 'game' she was playing had a real purpose behind it. But for now, I only thought of it as a game. Perhaps she got off on role playing a shy, scared wife, who wanted to proceed along a certain path, but was afraid to do so, and wanted her husband's approval all along the way.
Not knowing what she was really up to, I tried to play along "Stop!" I ordered, not wanting to hear what she had planned. "I want this to be a surprise for me, don't ruin it." I had hoped that my tone would convey to her what I really hoped to see.
"But honey, some of them could be racy," she warned. She was so cute using the word 'racy'.
"I know," I shrugged. "Hell, that's what I'm hoping for." Again, I was desperate for her to figure out that I wanted to see her getting fucked, but a big cocked guy. And having seen Steve in our gym locker room, I knew that he was fairly well endowed. Not the largest swinging cock I had ever seen, but still large enough for me to envy him. But instead of saying so directly, I played her game.
"Okay," she said in a firm voice, "let's do it. This could be fun."
With Samina's agreement, I contacted Steve and told him what Samina and I were thinking. "Are you sure about this?" he asked me. The skepticism was anticipated.
"Yes, dude," I told him. "Samina is doing this thing where she comes up with some theme of the month and sends me the pics. They're great but we both agree that they'd be better if she could just model and had someone to take the pictures. I trust you and know the pictures would be great. Plus she likes you a lot, and feels comfortable around you so that will make feel better too."
"I'm not going to lie," he replied, "I wouldn't mind doing it; Samina is definitely cool and there's no secret that she's beautiful. I just wouldn't want to fuck anything up and have you guys get mad at me."
"How would you do that?" I asked, all the while hoping that he would 'fuck up'!
He didn't have an answer for me.
"Don't worry about it, I told him. You are the guy that we trust and we are all adults. Both her and I know that there will be some sexy pictures that might be uncomfortable for both of you but we both trust you and know that we wouldn't trust anyone else with taking the pictures or what you might see when taking them." I tried to make Steve feel like he would be doing us a huge favor.
Steve admitted he was interested and had no problem checking out my hot wife if I didn't mind. "Not at all," I laughed.
Samina and I had never told any of our friends about her recent dabbling in some 'extracurricular' activities, so Steve had no idea about that, I doubt if he could have even guessed. As far as he was concerend, he was simply taking pictures of Samina. It's not like she hadn't been out in public in a bikini before and it's not like Steve had never seen her dressed like that. We had gone to the beach many times with our Steve (and other friends) and his girlfriend/s, and Samina had never hesitated to don skimpy bikinis in front of them. The only difference this time would be that Steve and her would be alone on location to do a photo shoot. I told Steve that I would finalize the plans with Samina and she would contact him directly to finalize details.
Samina and I finished making the plans for the upcoming weekend. She would call Steve and directly give him all of the details of what she had in mind, so as to not ruin the surprise for me.
The rest of the week seemed to drag and, because of the time difference, I couldn't talk to Steve until the weekend. He's truly a stand-up guy; he called me that Saturday morning (their time), to confirm I was still okay with all of this. Absolutely, I was! Samina and I talked before the shoot beforehand.
"How are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm a little nervous sweetie" she admitted, continuing 'the game'. "But you are right; it's not like Steve hasn't seen me in all the small bikinis I have and we've been friends for a while now, it's ridiculous to think this is anything different. It will be fun and I can't wait until you see them."
"Me either," I agreed.
"So I am going honey," there was a little hesitancy in Samina's voice.
"Are you okay, sweety?"
"Yes," she answered. "I just hope this goes well."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Steve is your friend and he's going to be taking the pictures," she paused, "I just don't want it to be weird around him when we see each other after this. It's not like you're going to be around for a while and I don't want him reacting weirdly."
"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "He's not going to. I mean, he'll definitely enjoy looking at you but Steve knows the lines. He won't cross them.....not without our permission."
"Huh? Our permission."
"Yes, honey," I laughed. "He'd only say or do something if we let him." I was tiring of the game, and wanted Samina to go back to her old self.
"Well," she said determinedly, "that's not going to happen but he's definitely going to see a lot of me." Samina dashed my hopes.
"You are such a tease," I said, a little miffed.
“What on earth was up with her? What the hell was she up to? Should I just come out an ask her?”All these thoughts went through my mind, but I decided to be prudent and patient. I trusted Samina and knew that if she was playing a game, there had to be a good reason for it, and the outcome would probably be something truly mind-blowing.
"I know." I could see her smile from the other side of the world. "Okay, time to go honey."
"I love you baby," I smiled, already picturing her sexiness out there for my friend to see. "Have fun."
"I will call you after we're done," she said.
"Okay sweetie." I said hanging up.
The hours passed slowly, and I tried to occupy myself with surfing the internet. I left the room for a work out, got something eat, watched some TV, anything I could to distract myself. I wondered what might be happening, what they would doing and it was so powerfully erotic. It consumed all of my energy and all of my thoughts. When Samina finally called I was on the brink of going insane, but in a good way.
"Hey baby," the joy in her voice relieved all the pressure that had built up.
"Hey gorgeous! How was it?" I couldn't wait to hear the details and Samina knew it. She wasn't going to torture me.
"Oh baby," she started, "you are going to love the pictures. We went through them after we were done and they're amazing. You were so right that they'd come out better if we had someone else do them and they did. I can't wait for you to see them."
I couldn't wait either. I wanted to know everything but I didn't want a clue about them either. I just needed to know that Samina was okay.
"Oh, it was fine," she answered. "I was being silly for worrying. You were right; Steve was incredibly sensitive and respectful. I didn't know what I was thinking. Anyways, I am really tired right now, so I'm going to email them first thing tomorrow morning darling. Oh, and by the way, the password is the date we first met. The pictures will be in an encrypted file, I don't like the idea of sending them out plain and open.” I completely agreed with her on this one.
That was the longest nine hours of my life.. In the meantime Steve and I wrote emails to each other. He thanked me for the chance to take pics of Samina and he constantly commented on her beauty. I thanked him for doing this for us and he said he should be the one to thank me. We agreed that if Samina wanted to, and if I enjoyed the pictures, we would ask him to take next month's shoot as well.
Finally, after checking for what must have been the thousandth time, I saw an email from Samina in my inbox. It had a large encrypted attachment. But, I waited until I got back to my room before opening it. I figured that if I waited this long I could wait the few minutes to get back to my room before opening them. I knew what I was going to do and how I was going to react once I saw them.
The pictures started out in the driveway. Samina was dressed in very short shorts and a bikini top, cleaning her Jeep. I laughed; she knew I loved her in a bikini! How much sexier could she be? There were lots of shots of her just cleaning it, lots of white, bubbly soap all over the Jeep, her hands and arms and her chest. Samina bent over the hood and looked back over her shoulder. Bending over at the waste to clean the tires. There was something so sexy about the white soap all over her arms and nearly naked chest. Then the water hose came out. She held it close to her body as if embracing it. She squirted it, a wide smile on her face as it shot out. There were pics of her shooting the water in the air and it raining back down on her, soaking her skin, wetting her shorts. The material of the shorts clung to her ass as they got wetter. The last outdoor picture was one of Samina pouring a bucket of clean water over her head, soaking her dark hair to her skull and completely drenching her shorts.
I was so hot looking at the pictures. My cock was rock hard and I had already been stroking myself for a few minutes. The next email was simple titled “Inside!”. I rapidly typed in the decryption password and started browsing the photographs. Samina was standing inside our sun room; staring the camera, her thumbs hooked in her shorts waistband; her eyes teasing the camera.
I was dying looking at her seductive eyes and I just knew that Steve had to be as well. The pics that followed showed Samina slowly starting to peel her shorts down her legs, leaving her standing in just her bikini top and bottom.. She towelled her hair, pulling her breasts up and her dark, long curly hair bounce out in ringlets. The next pic had Samina wrap the towel around her shoulders, draping it over her breasts, covering them. Next she reached behind her and pulled the top of her bikini top string. I was shocked; was she really going to untie her top? I mean, we had talked about her getting sexy in the pics but I had no idea that she was planning on getting naked or exposing herself to Steve! She had acted so chaste and worried when we had talked about letting Steve take her pictures!
I didn't have to wait long. The next picture showed her standing with just the towel just below her breasts, the bikini top dangling from her pinched thumb and finger. I couldn't believe it! My wife had exposed her breasts to my friend! And I was totally hot. I don't know what I couldn't believe more; the fact that Samina had taken off her top or the fact that I enjoyed the fact that she did.
It was one thing to see pictures of her fucking another man, I did not know him, he was just some guy she had met at the gym, but to see her display those lovely breasts to a close friend of mine, was something else! It was erotic as hell! Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe she was not really playing a game, but was genuinely worried about how I would take her posing sexily for a friend of mine. Someone we say quite often, someone who was clearly very fond of her, and someone she liked as well. Suffice to say that I was not entirely correct in my assessment, as I would find out much later.
With shaking hands I went over to the next picture. Samina was leaning against the glass door, her breasts covered by her hands and her waist thrust out towards the camera. Steven must have dropped to her knees because the camera was level with Samina's waist. Next, Samina stayed leaning back against the door but her hands were no longer covering her breasts, they were now busy tugging at the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms. An incredibly naughty and sexy grin plastered on her face.
I swallowed hard, my rock hard cock throbbing!
Next came THE picture! One I both feared and loved. Steve must have backed away to take it. I could see all of Samina. Her bikini bottom lay in a heap at her feet, which were spread apart. She was now completely naked, her wet hair clung to her chest but it was easy for me, and for Steve, to see her in all of her naked beauty. She radiated sexiness.
Next, Samina stretched her arms above her head, pulling her breasts up and squatted to the floor, making a v-shape with her wide-open legs. Steve had snuck closer and the next picture showed that he was very close to her pussy with the camera. Just at the top of the picture it was easy to see one of Samina's hands slipping toward her wet lips.
A slight change of scenery showed Samina laying on the floor in the sun room, her legs spread and her hands pinching her nipples. I know that, Steve had to have hovered over her with the camera, shooting down at her as she pinched her nipples. The last picture showed her middle finger on her clit. Samina was masturbating for the camera! For Steve and for me. It was incredibly hot and I shot my load all over my hand. I couldn't wait to talk to my wife!!!
The next morning she was slightly cautious when she answered the phone. "What did you think of the pictures?"
"Babe, they were wonderful. Sexy. Hot. Just simply amazing."
The relief was evident. "Really? You think so?"
"Of course," I answered. "God babe, you were so hot; so sexy."
"I'm glad you think so," she said. "It wasn't planned to be like that. I wanted to do the outside and inside shot but I got so hot just doing the Jeep shots that when I got inside I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum."
"So, you planned on getting naked?"
"Yes," she answered. "I told you they pics were going to be racy. You don't mind, do you?"
I couldn't lie. "Absolutely not! They were so hot babe. I can't tell you how hot they made me."
"Oh yeah," she asked. "Did you jerk off to them?"
"Yep," I smirked. "A couple of times."
"Nice," she commented. "Then I can't wait until you see next month's pics."
Neither could I.
I couldn't wait to see what my wife, Samina, had planned for her third month's picture shoot for me. The first two months were some of the hottest pics I had of my wife. She was relieved that not only did I mind that it was Steve, who had taken hot pics for me, to include her masturbating, but that I didn't mind it happening again. In fact I encouraged it. The fact that my best friend, Steve, had taken the shots for her made it that much hotter and, God knows, waiting for these pics to come in made the time away go by faster.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Each month Samina came up with these wonderful ideas for "themed" photo shoots and emailed the pics to me. It was a way to both occupy our time and make the time we're apart pass quicker and of course it gave us both of us a thrill; Samina loves posing for the cameras and I love looking at her. At 25, she is an incredibly sexy woman; her dark, hair contrasts with her light skin and deep, dark sparkling eyes. She is sexiness embodied and I can't get enough of looking at her.

Her first two months worth of pics had been extremely sexy and there were many nights that I passed the time stroking myself to orgasm at them. Last month had been a surprise for me. We both agreed that the pics would be better if someone else took them so I recruited my friend Steve to do the honors. We both trusted him and Samina felt comfortable with him. The pics that month were everything I wanted them to be. Samina even ended up shocking me by getting completely naked and masturbating for the camera.
Since then Samina and I have a talked about what happened and Steve and I talked. He admitted it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and appreciated me asking him to do it for us. I told him I appreciated the fact that he took care to respect both Samina and I. He asked if we were going to need him for the next months photo shoot and I told him 'yes' but that I didn't know, and didn't want to know, what Samina had planned for the shoot.
Samina was glad to hear that I would allow him to take pictures again.
"Of course, baby," I admitted. "Those were the hottest pictures I could have asked for from you."
"So you didn't really mind that I got naked?" She forgot to mention that she also masturbated but I thought I'd leave that one alone. We hadn't planned on that happening but I had agreed to trust her and allow her to surprise me with whatever she wanted. She surely had done that.
"Not at all. I trust you."
"Good," she said excitedly, "because I have some great plans for this month."
"Oh, you do, huh? Can I get hints?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "That will ruin it!"
"Okay, okay," I put up my hands in a self-defense, as if she could even see me from so far away. "Can't a man just be curious?"
"I love you baby," Samina said. "Of course I want you to be excited about getting them. I think it's awesome and the fact that you get so hot about them is quite the compliment."
"It is," I agreed. "So, no hint, huh?"
"Nope," Samina paused, "but I think you'll really like them this time."
"I liked them last time as well!" I argued.
"I know you did but I think you'll really enjoy these now that I know what you like in them and that you're okay with Steve taking the pictures for us. I wasn't sure how that was going to work out but it's given me some ideas."
"Oh really?" I questioned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nah nah, mister," Samina said stubbornly. "You will know when the pics come in."
So we worked out the details of when her next themed monthly shoot would be. Once we got that out of the way I emailed Steve so that he and I could discuss the plans. When doing something like this we all realized it was essential to be adults and make sure we thoroughly discussed the situation so we all understood each other and we didn't assume anything---as much as possible.
"I'm really looking forward to this again and I'm glad you're doing it for us," I told him.
"Dude, thank you," he said. "Last time was so hot, I swear. I couldn't believe it when she started taking her bikini off and then when she started pulling down her bikini bottoms I almost shot my load in my pants; sorry dude, but it's the truth."
I laughed. "Don't apologize, Steve. Listen, I appreciate you doing this for me. You don't know how much it helps me get through these long weeks knowing that I have something like this to look forward to. If you get a little side benefit, then so be it. I'm just grateful that I have someone who can do this for us that we both trust and who respects Samina and us."
"Well I definitely do that," Steve admitted. "So you're not worried about what I'll get to see this time?"
"No," I answered, "I'm more worried that you'll fuck up the shot."
We both laughed. "Don't plan on it buddy. I plan on getting right in there and getting some good, clear shots for you. I'm getting ready now; have to get all freshened up for the shoot."
"You better, but be careful to not tell me anything, I want those pictures to be the first thing I know about the session."
"You got it bud," Steve agreed.
We stopped the email trail and it wasn't until later that I thought about what Steve had to say when he told me that he had to freshen up for the shoot. There could have been a million reasons why he said that but now I was thinking and I could have killed him for getting me thinking about what Samina had in store for me, possibly ruining the surprise. I had to call her; I couldn't wait and let the thoughts just eat away at me.
"What did he say?" she said cautiously.
"Just that he had to freshen up for the shoot," I said.
"That's all?" she laughed. "Seriously, that's what's got you calling? Gee honey, I'll have to be careful not to say anything to you if you're going to read into just that little comment."
"I know honey," I said, "I just got wrapped up in it because I want this to be a total surprise and his comment just sat weird with me."
"Are you sure it's just because you think he might have given you a clue?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you sure it's not something else? Something that you aren't comfortable with because if there is you need to tell me now so I can figure out what you're okay with and what you're not okay with."
"Honey, you know I'm okay, with everything" I admitted, emphasizing the world everything. "I really am. I'm okay with you planning anything for the shoot. I trust you and I know you know what I want to see. I know that Steve is a good guy. If there's anything that you think will upset me, tell me now so I can dispel it. I seriously want you to just take your shots the way you want and what you think will make them hot. I was just asking."
"Okay sweety," she said. "I just wanted to be sure. I have a good feeling that you'll really like these. They'll definitely be hot."
With that said we said our 'byes' and hung up. The day came of the photo shoot and I kept myself busy so to be as distracted as possible. Once the shoot was over Samina called me right away, just like she always did. Our communication still astounded me. She said just as excited as she had after the last shoot.
"Oh my honey," she said breathlessly, "this was wonderful. I had so much fun today. Thank you for letting me do it."
"Thank YOU," I said. "So you had a good time?"
"Oh yes," she exclaimed. "I felt so sexy today. I love doing this. I think we just might have to keep it up even after you come home."
"Well, I can't wait to see them," I admitted.
"Just have your lotion ready," she quipped.
"That hot, huh?"
"Yep," was her only answer.
The days passed as, Samina teased me by taking her time in emailing me the pics. I tried to push to be quicker, but she always shot me down, saying that teasing me was half the fun for her. No matter what I did during these days it didn't matter, I simply couldn't -occupy my time enough. My mind wandered through the possibilities of what Samina had planned and executed with Steve's help, and my mind is quite creative. The possibilities were always endless. As the days passed the conversations I had with Samina were our typical, daily conversations. She was so good at protecting information that I couldn't coax anything out of her if I wanted to. It was frustrating but it made the wait simply that much more intense.
Finally the day came when the emails arrived. I must have looked like a real desperado, as drove maniacally back to the hotel, and literally ran by front desk clerk. I could feel his odd expression at my back but I didn't care.
I slammed my room door shut, and noticed that my hands were shaking from excitement.
Samina definitely blessed me this time with a ton of pictures. God, I love that woman. I was torn between wanting to race through them as quickly as possible and wanting to enjoy each and every one of them, burning them into my memory. This series began outside, on our deck, not too far from where her last series of pictures ended.
Samina was in her soft, pink robe, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. This series started off with her walking out onto the deck, looking over her shoulder. Next she was leaning down onto the table, her arms extended, her cute ass jutting back at the camera. Then her robe slipped off one shoulder, her smooth sexy skin finally coming into the frame. Steve must have stayed right behind her because the angle never changed, at least not in these first pics.
In the next pic the robe fell down around her waist, her smooth back exposed facing the camera and her hair still pulled tightly into that pony tail. I was slightly disappointed that she had her bikini top on, but I couldn't deny that it was sexy to have her teasing me like this. I couldn't see her top in the next picture because she was completely bent over at the waist, leaning on the table, her bottom half still blocked by her dangling robe. Steve moved for this picture, closer to the ground and shooting up through her V-shape legs. It was a wonderful shot, looking towards those longs legs partially blocked by her robe.
In the next Samina had pulled her robe up higher, now only blocking her ass; her legs were in full view. As I lingered on that picture I couldn't wait to get to the next. Steve had obviously gotten down on the ground and was shooting up her legs, towards her crotch, the robe still on. There was something very nasty, very tasty about that shot. Maybe because it was so deviant; after all, they were outside on our deck, my wife and my friend, taking progressively raunchier pictures.
There was a hand in the next picture, Samina moving hers to cover her most intimate area but only for a moment, in the next she had pulled aside her bikini bottoms, exposing her beautiful pussy to both the cameraman and me. I could only imagine what Steve was going through. He had zoomed in on the next picture as Samina's fingers slid across her wet lips, pulling and separating them. Now the bikini bottom was slipping off. I don't know about anyone else but it's one of the sexiest things in the world to see, a woman's panties or bikini bottom being pulled down. Samina knew I loved it and that was probably why she took it upon herself to make sure I got a picture of it.
The next picture Samina had squatted down towards the camera, bringing her pussy ever so close to it, still masturbating. She obviously felt freer with it after knowing my reaction from the last time and had no problem doing it again for me and Steve. In the next, though, my fever went up a thousand degrees; whether it was for support or by accident I noticed that Steve's hand had found its way to her thigh. It was an amazingly erotic scene, I was incredibly turned on.
Samina must have either asked him to help or allowed his hand to stray and she must have felt comfortable enough to share it with me or she wouldn't have included it in the package. She could have easily left it out and I would have never known differently. It was incredibly hot to see his hand a mere number of inches away from her naked pussy while she masturbated. Samina had wanted me to see it! To see my friend's hand on her precious body, the body I worshipped and treasured!
The little tease knew what that picture would do to me! She was probably laughing even now. An evil smile crept across my face; my wife was amazing! She knew exactly how to turn me on. These pictures were more erotic than the ones she had shown me before, of her fucking a hung guy. Those were erotic in an explicit sexual sort of way, these were erotic not just sexually, but mentally as well. Clearly her game was to not just show me sexy pics, but to tease me, drive me wild with desire.
Just as quickly as the outside shots were getting hot they stopped. It was the end of that set of pictures. Luckily for me there was another email that followed. I opened and decrypted it. My hands were nearly trembling now. I wasn't surprised to see the scene of these shots be the inside of the house. Samina was walking away from the camera in the first picture, the robe still clinging to her waist. In the next she had dropped it and it lay around her one foot on the floor while the other was raised on the first step of the stairs that led to our bedroom. She was looking over her shoulder in the picture, knowing that look drives me crazy. Steve took two more pictures of her climbing the stairs, her seductive ass swaying back and forth, driving me absolutely crazy.
The bedroom door was open in the next picture with Samina turned with her back to the door, her arms raised to grab both sides of the frame and her legs split in a V-shape with her feet also touching both sides of the frame. The orange light from candles burning in the bedroom shimmered behind her. In the next picture Samina licked her lips and was motioning with a curled finger to Steve. My pulse raced as I truly realized how sexy my wife could be.
I mean, I always knew she was sexy but to have her acting this way for me through another man's eyes was intensely erotic. In the next picture she was kneeling on the bench at the foot of our bed, her ass jutting out behind her. Samina's eyes were closed and her chin was lifted toward the ceiling, one of her hands held onto the frame of the bed for support while the other was wrapped around in front of her. I could only assume she was grabbing one of her breasts. Samina then stood on the bench and had obviously already unhooked her bra and was holding it against her chest with one arm, the other arm wrapped around her head, pulling her hair loose and free.
Even though I suspected she would end up exposing herself again in this session it didn't change the electricity that I felt as I flipped through the pictures of my wife taking off her clothes in front of another man. I don't think that it will ever get old; when a man loves his wife he finds her the sexiest woman in the world and the fact that she can be sexy for other men is sometimes, literally, overwhelming. It's a matter of pride and intense satisfaction to know that other men enjoy looking at your wife and that she can stir animalistic reactions in them. This was no different.
In the next picture Samina put both of her hands in her hair, tossing it up into a loose hanging bun. It was a wonderful picture because women are just so damn sexy when they play with their hair and this picture fully exposed her tits to Steve. The 'fuck me' look in her eyes was mesmerizing and I couldn't look at that picture long enough. I didn't even want to move to the next one because I was so captivated by her eyes, her tossed hair and her beautiful, firm breasts hanging free for me and Steve. Reluctantly I flipped to the next picture and enjoyed the sight of Samina twisting her nipples, pulling them out and stimulating them to stand. In the next her nipples were nice and hard and she was hooking her thumbs into the thin sides of her panties, slowly pulling one side down then the other, in subsequent pictures. Steve, I had to admit, had wonderful timing.
In the next her panties lay in a pool around her feet and one hand covered her pussy while the other arm was arched across her breasts. Samina was essentially hiding all of her most intimate assets. She had the goofiest 'oops' face and I had to laugh out loud at her sense of humor even in something as erotic as this. Another reason for me to totally love her.
Finally, Samina was on the bed; her legs bent and pressed tightly together and her arms stretched out above her head, pulling her breasts up. Her nipples still stood straight up. From Steve's angle at the end of the bed I could not even make out the small strip of pubic hair that Samina kept neatly trimmed. Laying next to Samina was her large vibrator and I knew the pictures were about to get interesting. Even though Samina masturbated for Steve during the last picture shoot this was something new. She loves her vibrator and I knew that she had just taken another new step in this progression, allowing Steve to witness what that vibrator is able to do to her. The next picture was of Samina slowly slipping her huge vibrator into her pussy, stretching herself open. Her face was a thing of beauty, he mouth hung open and her eyes were snapped shut. It was always the same reaction that the vibrator gave her when she inserted it. It was so large and the motion of vibration always shut her out to the world as she enjoyed what it did to her inside.
Steve's next picture was from above Samina's face, shooting down at her, capturing her mouth open and her eyes shut. In the next one he was back down by her feet shooting up between her legs. The camera was level with her prone body and it captured a wonderful shot of her hands pushing her vibrator into her pussy. In the next picture Steve shot from above her again, near her stomach this time, shooting down at the vibrator moving in and out of her. As if my erection couldn't get any harder it stiffened ever slightly more at knowing how close Steve was to her spread legs and occupied pussy. He was obviously close enough to smell her scent as Samina gets extremely wet when she is aroused.
In the next Steve stood over Samina's face shooting down her body; her legs were spread as far as they could go and you could barely just make out the end of the vibrator, it was buried so deep in her. In the next picture Steve was on the side of the bed at another low angle and shooting Samina as her legs were pulled up towards her chest. She always did that when she was about to cum and I wasn't wrong. The next picture captured her screaming through an obvious orgasm as Steve shot from between her legs, up her beautiful body to her face which was twisted in the throes of passion. In the next picture Samina was smiling up at Steve in a slightly embarrassed way that she always did after orgasming. It was so cute but there was still that hunger in her eyes and I knew she wasn't completely satisfied yet.
We always joke around about her longs extremities and Samina doesn't have a problem admitting it and using it to our advantage whenever we're on road trips or out and about. Whenever we need a picture of ourselves and no one is around she is still able to get great shots of us and our background because of her slender, long arms. Her long arms came into play now. The next picture shocked me and excited me beyond belief. As Samina held the camera out to the side, she snapped a one of her still on her back. She could only capture herself from the waist up but she got more than just that. This time Steve hovered over her, still fully-clothed, staring down into her eyes. There was definitely some non-verbal communication going on between them. It was as if they were saying all the things a situation like this called for without speaking a word.
I flipped to the next picture, my cock aching hard. There were only a few more. I was relieved and anxious and disappointed all at the same time. I wanted to watch where this could go, I wanted to see what Samina had in mind but at the same time I was slightly scared of the unknown. In the next picture Steve had fully leaned down on Samina and their lips met. Samina, I noticed, seemed to be more of the aggressor, leaning up to meet Steve's lips. The next picture they were still kissing, this one much less tentative, their mouths pressed together hard and I could make out Samina's hand between Steve's shoulder blades, pulling him down towards her. This was the hottest set of pictures Samina could have taken for me! They simply just got better and better and it was amazing, she was amazing.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Another picture and more kissing, this time one of Steve's hands moved up and gripped Samina's breast, pinching her nipples. Another picture and this time the kissing was finally broken, only because Steve had gone down to kiss Samina's breasts. Her one free hand was wrapped in Steve's hair and, again, her mouth was wide open again. It was obvious that Samina was starting to warm up again and I was about to go over the edge. She knew what she was doing to me to do this with Steve and take pictures. She knew me so well that without a doubt she understood just how turned on I was going to be from seeing it. Here was one of my best friend's sucking on my naked wife's tits in front of the camera. He knew she was taking pictures because he was staring at the camera in the next picture, smiling at it.

Next Samina had pulled the camera closer to her body and shot down towards her pussy revealing Steve's hand on the vibrator. Next picture and the vibrator was deeper in my wife's pussy. Next and it was out again. Obviously Samina wanted me to know that Steve was fucking her with the vibrator. The next picture was of Samina, on her stomach, her legs pulled closely together and the obvious signs I knew pointed at the fact that she had cum again. She was smiling at the camera.
The last picture of the package was a shot of Samina's head on Steve's leg. He was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, his pants still on. Samina's mouth was near his crotch and his hands were in her hair. The best part of the picture was that Samina had one hand over Steve's obvious bulge and she was making her infamous 'Oh' face.
I masturbated long and hard to the package of pictures as I flipped through them again before I called Samina. "Hey baby," I said when I had her on the phone. "I got your package."
"Oh yeah," she said sexily, "how did you like them?" The confidence in her voice was amazing.
"There are awesome babe. God, you are so sexy.
"Thank you sweety," she said. "I hope you enjoy them until next month's shoot."
"Ah, that won't be a problem."
"So," she paused, "did you like my little unplanned detour?"
The question hung in the air. I had to answer it honestly, she knew me too well. If I said anything but the truth she'd see right through it any way. "Babe, it was so hot to see you two making out."
"Just making out? I'm surprised."
"Well, it was hot to see him sucking your tits."
"And using my vibrator on me?" she pushed.
I laughed. "Yes and using your vibrator."
"Did you like knowing that his hands and mouth were all over my breasts?"
"Yes, that was fucking hot," I couldn't lie.
"What about his hand so close to my pussy?"
I could tell Samina was loving hearing my reactions and how she could make me feel. "It almost threw me over the top. I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"So you really liked it then?" she concluded. "Good. I thought you would."
"Oh I did," I paused.
"But?" she pressed.
"I just wish I could be there to have seen it," I admitted. "It was so hot there were so many things pictures couldn't communicate."
"It was so hot too babe," Samina teased. "I wish you could have been there."
"Me too," I admitted. "Did he touch you?"
"What, my pussy? No, I wouldn't let him. There are boundaries. "
"Oh yeah, and what are those?" I laughed.
"Whatever we agree to," she answered. "Remember, this is about me and you and us keeping our life fun and exciting until you get your ass back here. Wherever it goes is only where we want it to. With a few surprises."
We both burst out laughing.
"You know I trust you," I said. "You know I love your surprises."
"Good," she said proudly, "but seriously, I don't think I am quite ready to have a friend of your's fuck me just yet. It's one thing to fuck a stranger, but a friend? Well that can cause complications and I don't want to deal with those.”
“I understand darling,” I said. “And in a way I agree, even though I am a bit disappointed. Even so, these pictures you have sent me have been far more erotic and arousing than the one's you showed me of you fucking.”
Samina laughed. “I know darling, that is what I intended them to be! I am glad you enjoyed them. I can't wait for you to come home now.”
“Me to darling, just a 3 more days to go.” I said as was said our good-byes and hung up.
I returned home, fully hoping and expecting Samina to continue fucking other men. Since these early photographs, she had not to the best of my knowledge slept with anyone else. In fact she had dashed my unstated hope that she would sleep with Steve.
The days immediately following my arrival were filled with us catching up. We took Steve out for dinner to thank him for being the photographer. The poor fellow was embarrassed no end, saying that it was his pleasure (he shot Samina a smile when he said that), and then insisted on paying for our rather expensive meal at one of the top restaurants in town.
After that life was pretty mundane. Both Samina and I were very busy at our respective jobs, and the days seemed to just fly by. Although we made sure to make our daily trips to the gym, where thankfully Samina was still quite bold in her dress, and clearly loved having all those male eyes ogle her. At least that was something I could enjoy.
Finally, one day I decided that I needed to talk to her. The patient approach not working, I needed to know what was going on with her. Our own sex life was as great as ever, but I could not help shake the feeling that sometime she had sex with me, more out of a sense of duty than anything else, even though she appeared to enjoy it immensely every time. Now mind you, I do know my short-comings, and try to make up for them. My dick is on the small side of the average range in both length and girth, and stamina, while not bad is not exceptional either. But I made up for that but giving her long sensual massages, using her vibrators one her, and perform lots of oral sex before fucking her, as by then she would be so aroused that she would almost always orgasm by my penetration. The problem was that often, she would orgasm when I was still doing oral on her, but she would still let me fuck her, at times like that I felt that she was doing it more out of a sense of duty, than desire.
So with not a little trepidation, I steeled myself and brought up the subject. We were having dinner, with some red wine. “Samina, is everything alright?” I asked, my tone very serious.
“Of course darling, why?” Samina took a sip of her wine and smiled at me reassuringly.
“I don't know, I can't place a finger on it, but it seems like you are not... well it seems like something is bothering you, or you are confused about something.” I said.
“No..no.. nothing like that darling.” Samina said a little unsure of herself.
“So something is the matter?” I sipped my wine.
“Welll...I don't know.... maybe..... I have been feeling a little listless and guilty lately.” She confessed, looking at me straight in the eyes.
“Guilty? Why darling? Guilty about what?” I was very concerned now.
“You know....” Samina's voice broke, and I saw tears in her eyes.
I reached out and touched her hand soothingly. “What is the matter darling? Please tell me.”
Samina started to weep softly. “I am so sorry sweetie, I should not have slept with those men. I can't tell you how guilty I feel about that.”
“Why? I don't mind that you did. Actually I am glad you did.” I tried to console her, but with little effect.
Samina sipped her wine again, and was now weeping openly. “It's not you, it's me. I just feel like I betrayed us. It was wrong darling, and I am so sorry. I have destroyed those pictures. I am so ashamed, and I am sorry to have done that to you.”
“It's OK darling,” I said. “You have betrayed no one. I still love you as much as I ever did, and will always love you. There is absolutely no need for you to feel guilty.” Then I took a deep breath. “I was so happy to be your cuckold, but if you no longer want to do it, then don't. Your happiness is all that matters to me.”
“You were genuinely happy to be a cuckold?” Samina's voice registered a bit of a surprise.
“Yes I was!” I said. “Believe me, nothing is more erotic than the thought of you having fun with other men.”
Samina, wiped her eyes, and tried to smile. “That makes me feel a little better, but still it feels wrong that I did it without your permission. The whole thing could have blown up in my face.”
“But it didn't!” I said
“I know, I got lucky!” Samina had a distant look in her eyes.
“No, it was not luck, you had me pegged perfectly, you judged my character brilliantly, and that is why you did what you did. And seriously I can't understand why you are feeling remorse now.” I kissed my lovely wife on a cheek. “In fact, I was hoping you would take it further and do more, I was really hoping you would sleep with Steve!”
Samina smiled. “I thought you might have been. In fact Pushpa had said you would be, but I didn't quite believe her.”
“Pushpa! What has she got to do with it?” I was surprised that Samina was still in communication with my old girlfriend.
“Well, I needed someone to talk to, and she was the only one I could think of. She had warned that I might feel remorse later. And she was right.” Samina explained.
“I see, but what about your posing for Steve, didn't you feel bad about doing that?” I asked.
“Of course not darling, I love showing off my body. I don't feel like I am breaking any vows, when I show off. And that was why, while I was happy to pose for him, I kept myself in check and did not let him fuck me, even thought I knew he wanted to, and so did I!” Samina explained.
Suddenly it all made sense. She genuinely was worried and upset about what she had done, and this time wanted to be sure that I would not object to having a guy take racy shots of her.
“I understand darling. What else did Pushpa tell you?” I was really curious.
“Oh not much, she helped calm me down, and basically tell me that my worries regarding your reaction were completely unfounded and that I had a good deal here, all I had to to was to take it. She told me that she would be more than happy to help me along with any advice.” Samina was fully composed now.
“And do you intend to take advice from her?” I asked, hoping that she would say yes.
“I don't know darling, it was her advice that led me to have sex, no fuck, those other men, so I am not sure if its a good idea for me to take her advice again.” Samina said.
“I see,” I said taking a deep sigh. “As you wish darling.” I hid my disappointment.
“I will continue to talk to her as a friend, I like her a lot, but that is about it. You won't mind that, will you?” Samina smiled.
“Of course not darling.” I smiled back. In my mind I had already decided to approach Pushpa for advice myself. If Samina could reach out to her, then why couldn't I?
Pushpa's advice to me was simple enough. I had to slowly, but steadily reinforce in Samina's mind that I wanted to be cuckolded by her, but at the same time, I had to defer to her decision on whether or not she wanted to do it. Pushpa told me that the biggest mistake most men in my position make is that we try to 'top from the bottom', meaning that we try and dictate how our spouses behave, when what we really need to do is let them lead the way at their own pace, not ours. Pushpa told me to be patient, and let Samina grow at her own speed. The payoff would be immense.
Putting Pushpa's advice into play was easier said than done. I had to approach Samina rather deviously, without being obvious. So rather than outright tell her about it, I started dropping hints, about how I wished she had not destroyed those pictures. Initially Samina appeared to be a bit cross that I said that but eventually she accepted it.
“So you really wish I had not destroyed those photographs?” Samina said one night, as we lay in bed, and she caressed my erect, throbbing penis. It was her time of month, so any sexual activity was out of the question.
“Yes, darling I really do. They are all I would have had to remind me of the fact that once I was a cuckold.” I said.
“WOW, I had no idea they meant so much to you.” Samina snickered, as my cock jumped in her grip.
“Oh its not that,” I said. “I mean, I would not be missing them if.....” I did complete the sentence, letting Samina draw her own conclusions. Which if she did, she kept to herself.
Conversations such as this was how I tried to keep Samina from forgetting that she had once happily cuckolded me, and that she had nothing to worry about if she wanted to do so again.
Once in a while, when we watched porn together, I would deliberately get movies where the wife was cheating, or cuckolding her husband. My goal was self-explanatory, but yet again, Samina proved inscrutable. I was not sure if she was taking my hints, or was upset that I continued to push her in a direction she did not want to go. She did not say any word one way or the other. But I did note, that while watching the porn together, she did enjoy caressing my erect penis a lot.
So I turned to Pushpa again for advice. She assured me that her own conversations with Samina had convinced that my wife was not completely averse to cuckolding me again, but that she need just a little more of a nudge to go through with it, and Pushpa offered me some ideas on how to about it. I felt myself blush and feel a little embarrassed as she spoke, but could not think of a reason to disagree with her.
A few days later, when watching a porno flick where a white woman married to man with a small prick cuckolded him with a black guy with a massive one. I took a deep breath, as I felt my hard cock twitch at Samina's touch, and decided to jump in completely and do as Pushpa had advised.
“I don't blame that woman for wanting to have another man.” I said softly.
“Oh, why?” Samina let go of my cock and looked at me.
“I mean look at the two men, I can't imagine her husband satisfying her the way that black guy can.”
“Hmmm..... yeah I guess you are right.” Samina said thoughtfully as she looked pointedly at my erect penis, and then up at the screen. “I guess I can't argue with that.” She said softly, as she squeezed my cock in her fist, the head just barely peeking out of it.
When Pushpa had told me about what to say to Samina, I was embarrassed about it, hearing her say that I had a small pencil-dick was embarrassing enough, even though I knew that she had known about it, but still hearing someone say something like that is a lot different than just knowing that they know. Having to admit it to my wife was mortifying, and then seeing her compare it to the black cock on the screen, and that too very pointedly was demeaning, yet very erotic at the same time. There was no turning back now for me. Pushpa had also told me that it was not uncommon for women to feel bad after sleeping with another man, and that my reaction to Samina's concern was perfect and would go a long way towards bringing her around to cuckolding me again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I think that evening, the turning point. Although she did not sleep with another man for a while afterwards, I am sure that comparing my dick to the one on the screen cinched it for her, and she made up her mind to go back to cuckolding me. It helped greatly that she could to Pushpa about it, and of course Pushpa was all encouragement. Also, having already experienced big cock, Samina knew what she was missing out on. As Pushpa had told me, no matter how good the back rubs, no matter how great the oral sex, nothing could compare to a good hard fuck from a big cock. And some men had it, I did not! A fact that Pushpa had not once mouthed during our time together, but was now admitting openly, making me squirm!

It had been a tough few months for both of us, what with me having to be overseas, and then long hours at work for both of us. So, we decided that we really needed a vacation. Although some would say that living in a beautiful small city in Florida, not too far from Miami Beach, was a vacation in itself, we wanted to go somewhere more exotic, and finally settled on Spain.
We spent 2 lovely weeks exploring the country and hitting all the tourist spots, having promised ourselves that the last few days would be dedicated to lazing it out on the beach. Samina spent time shopping, and we visited all the hotspots. It was a lovely time. I was so sure that we would be too busy trouping around Spain, that there was no way Samina would have time to be with another man, and frankly, this being our first holiday since our honeymoon (which we had spent at a hill resort about an hour north of Murree, with our respective families in tow, so it was not what one usually thought of as a honeymoon.)
A friend had told us about this unspoilt stretch of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. We drove over there, at a leisurely pace. The landscape was dry, volcanic and rugged which contrasted beautifully with the aquamarine sea. We were high on the cliff edge and below us we could see a series of small coves, some with beaches, some rocky, but the most important thing was they were all almost entirely deserted. Samina, squealed with excitement and I squeezed her thigh. We had intended to spend the day snorkeling and being naked in a secluded cove. Spain has a very relaxed attitude to nudity, especially in the secluded beaches of this area, but we still felt more comfortable getting naked where there weren't too many people about.
I parked the car and stepped out into the sweltering sunshine. The heat seemed to radiate off the rocky ground.
"I am soooo excited," Samina said happily, and I blew a kiss at her.
"Me too, I need to get into that water," I added
"I need to get naked!" Samina said. When alone, she was such a little naturist, which suited me fine. As yet she had not been naked in front of anyone but Steve and me. Althought she had no problem in showing plenty of skin, in how she dressed. But the 'critical' parts were always kept covered. I loved to watch her shapely body moving in the bright sunshine. I was less comfortable with my own nakedness, as soon as I got wet my cock seemed to almost disappear. I felt a little self-conscious, even in front of my own wife!
Samina never seemed to feel self-conscious. She is very open and confident, which is one of the things I love about her. I am a little more reserved... happier fixing a car than making small talk. We decided on a cove that had no beach, just large rocks, because we thought it would attract fewer people and the snorkeling would be better. We struggled with the beer cooler and snorkeling gear around rocks and cliffs until we got to our chosen spot.
"This looks perfect," Samina said, dropping our bag onto some flat rocks. Behind us was a sheer cliff, to each side you had to climb over rocks to get to where we were and in front lay the Mediterranean. A small rock reef formed a circle in front of us, with sharp rocks breaking the surface of the water. Within the circle the water was mirror-like...perfect for snorkeling.
"Want a beer?" I asked. Samina nodded a negative as she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders. She had never quite acquired a taste for beer, wine, champagne, and martinis being her drinks of choice. I watched as her body was revealed. She had a lovely light natural tan, with perfect breasts, and tight, hard ass. Her pussy hair was full, but trimmed. She was looked delicious. She took a bottle of water, sat sipping, gazing at the water in front of us. I couldn't resist a glance at her neat little pussy nestled between her tanned thighs. I walked over and kissed her, the kiss turned into a tonguing session and my cock started to harden.
"Hey, snorkeling first, fucking later," she said, in a typically direct way. The prospect of fucking in the hot sunshine only made my cock harden more.
"Can you put some sun cream on me please?" She asked, as she lay on her stomach and I squirted the now hot cream on her buttocks and back. I rubbed it in using slow, sensuous, circles, occasionally 'accidentally' slipping a finger between her butt cheeks. She giggled.
"Turn over," I said. I squirted more cream on each of her tits and around her pussy. I took my time rubbing the cream into her tits. Her nipples stood proud. She moaned gently. I then moved to the area around her pussy. I could not help but have a little stroke of her pink pussy lips.
She slapped my hand away with a smile. "Lets have a snorkel now!"
"OK," I replied, jumping up to get the kit out of the bag.
The water was delightful, warm and turquoise. For me there is something very sexy about a woman's body underwater. The goosebumps and lack of gravity work wonders for me and I spent almost as much time watching her as I did the fish. Every know and then I would swim up to her and rub my hand over her ass or cup a slippery, sun-creamed breast. She responded by groping my cock and giggling through her snorkel, but then swam on.
After and hour or so in the water we pulled ourselves out and got a drink. We sat on the towel warming in the sun, talking excitedly about what we had seen. It was bliss. We were a couple of feet away from the crystal clear water and we had not a care in the world.
While we were talking we noticed a snorkeller coming towards us. All you could see was his snorkel and the top of his head. He was close, but Samina didn't bother getting dressed as he was likely to snorkel past us. Suddenly he stood up. We hadn't realized the water he was in was so shallow. It was too late for Samina to get dressed, as our clothes were quite a way behind us. Samina just took a deep breath, and gave me a resigned look, as if to say 'oh well!' And did not seem too flustered, which kind of surprised me a little.
He was holding some kind of shellfish. "I am sorry," he said with a thick Spanish accent. He was walking out of the water towards us. "I found this. It is giant mussel and I am so excited I want to show somebody, it is a little rare." he said, laying the large clam-like shellfish down in front of us. The shell tapered down to a point, which obviously anchored it in the sand. He was a nice looking guy, with a friendly face. He was so enthusiastic about the rare mussel that he seemed not to have noticed that Samina was naked. Either that or he was so used to seeing nude women on the local beaches, that it did not strike him as being anything out of the ordinary.
"I will put back, it doesn't harm to bring her up, but we have luck to see her:"
Samina stepped forward, interested, looking down at the mussel. "Cool, I have never seen on of those," she said. She made no effort to cover up. What was the point? He had already seen her naked. Covering up now would not serve much purpose, besides the warm sunshine on our naked bodies felt great. Seeing her stay naked, I too did not bother covering up.
"You want to come see?" he said. "Come, come," he beckoned us into the water.
We slipped on our masks and followed him. We snorkelled behind him as he lead us back to the spot where he found the mussel. He dived down to push it back into the sand and pointed to another nearby. We all surfaced.
"You want to see cave?" he asked. Samina nodded before I had a chance to speak. I found it hard to believe that my wife was comfortable snorkeling around naked in front of a stranger. We followed him, swimming quite hard for 10 minutes or so around the inside of the rock reef. Finally we got to an opening in the rock with turquoise light behind it. We popped up, treading water in circle.
"You want go in?" He asked. We both nodded.
My heart raced a little swimming through the underwater opening, but inside the open-topped 'cave' was beautiful. The walls were covered with tomato-red anemones and fish darted all around us. It was small, so we were close together. I thought I noticed our friend looking at Samina naked form. And of course, I started to get hard. We came up together and all exclaimed at how beautiful it was. I touched Samina's thigh under the water and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I raised my eyebrows, questioning whether she was okay, she smiled and squeezed my hand again.
"Would you like to come and have a beer with us?" I asked, hoping he would say yes. After Steve this was the first guy she was naked in front of and I liked it a lot.
"Why not?" he responded and we went under to head back.
Samina swam through the gap first and he swam after her. My cock started to throb at the idea of him looking right up into her pussy and ass as she kicked her way out of the cave. I thought I saw him touching himself, but I couldn't be sure. He followed Samina all the way back to the cove where our gear was. I could have got between them but the situation was turning me on I decided to go with it and enjoy my beautiful wife being on display.
Samina got out first and headed towards our bags to get a towel and her clothes. Our friend was taking his time getting out of the water so I followed her to talk. "How do you feel?" I whispered .
"Naked!" She said, her eyes wide. She grabbed her dress.
"Don't get dressed" I said. She looked at me quizzically. "I am enjoying you being naked in front of him," I said. Fortunately, the hard swim back had made my dick go soft again.
"You are sick," she said. She hesitated for a second, then she smiled a mischievous smile and dropped her dress onto the rocks, clearly enjoying herself.
"Sorry...I am Paco," he extended his hand walking towards me.
"Umer," I said "and this is Samina."
Samina smiled and leant towards him, kissing each cheek in the Spanish way. I swallowed and willed myself not to get hard again. My wife being so close to another man, naked, made my head swim. It brought back desires that I thought I had left behind at home, as clearly on this holiday nothing like that would happen. Yet here was Samina stark naked in from of a good-looking Spaniards, kissing his cheeks, dare I hope?
"Anyone for a drink?" I asked. They both accepted and we all sat on towels. Samina lent back on her arms, showing off her beautiful tits openly. She had goose bumps and her nipples were hard. She seemed to be enjoying being an exhibitionist, as I had suspected when she had sent me those pictures taken by Steve, she had seemed a little too comfortable in them.
We chatted about the snorkeling and made small talk. Paco was on holiday from Madrid. He and his wife were staying in a hotel nearby, she didn't snorkel and was at the hotel looking after their young daughter. Judging by his muscular body he was a few years younger than us. He was a keen snorkeller and told us about the fish that we had seen. Samina looked fascinated and smiled and nodded a lot but didn't say much.
Paco and I drank a beer each, while Samina had some water first, then a Coke. All the time Paco barely seemed to notice Samina's nudity although he did put on some dark glasses he had in a water proof holder on his belt, so I could not be certain if his eyes were not roaming all over my wife's lovely body. He was friendly, warm and funny. His English wasn't perfect but we understood one another well enough, and his accent added to his charm. Then, suddenly, he hopped up to sneak behind a rock to relieve himself.
"What the fuck are we doing?" Samina said, flushed, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, under the blazing sun.
"Just go with. I am enjoying myself, aren't you?" I asked,feeling my cock throb.
"Maybe a little," she said. Her faced reddened.
"Do you want to take it further?" I asked. She was incredulous.
"What...you want me to fuck him?" she said, laughing nervously.
My throat went dry. "I think I do. No you know I do, desperately. Please Samina, cuckold me again!" I finally managed to say. Finally I had to courage to openly blurt out what I had been dying to tell her for months.
"You're a freak, but you asked for!" she said. She was going to continue but he came back and sat down. I knew she was excited. Although she was trying to hide it I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her nipples stood proud. She had always loved being the centre of attention.
Paco came back, smiled and sat down. Samina stood up and walked over to get something from our bag.
"You have beautiful wife," Paco said watching her walk away.
"Thank you," I said. My heart was pounding.
"You don't mind she naked?" he asked.
"No...do you?" I responded.
"Of course no!" he said with a wide-eyed expression of surprise at the question. We looked at each other for a second and I think he understood the situation. I felt sick with a mixture of lust, jealousy and anticipation.
"What are you two talking about?" Samina said. We both turned to see her standing over us, naked, proud and gorgeous.
"How beautiful you are," said Paco. "You make me, how you say...'caliente'," he said. He looked embarrassed suddenly, as if he was unsure if he had overstepped the mark. He looked at me. I looked at Samina. This seemed to be the point of no return. My pulse raced and I felt dizzy. How would she react?
"You mean 'horny'?" Samina said, tilting her head and smiling. She gently ran her fingers up her body, her nail brushing over her nipple.
"Madre mia," Paco said. He looked at me with an expression of terror. I managed a smile.
Without another word Samina stepped towards him and ran her fingers through his thick, black hair. He looked up at her and put his hand on her thigh. Her naked pussy was inches from his face. He stood up, slowly, stupidly trying to hide his erection. They looked at each other for a moment and then they began to kiss.
Samina pulled him in closely and their kisses grew more urgent. I caught a glimpse of Samina's tongue as it slid into his mouth. Her eyes were closed. His dark brown hands were on her white buttocks they began to grind gently against each other. She slipped her hands down his back and into his trunks and started to pull them down as she sank to her knees. She ran her tongue down his tanned chest and stomach as she went. She seemed oblivious to my presence, lost in lust.
His cock sprang free as his shorts came down and she immediately sucked it into her mouth. I could not help but notice, that it was significantly longer and thicker than my own. I guessed it must have been on the end of the average scale, maybe slightly bigger. Her hands slid up the back of his legs and onto his ass. She pulled him into her mouth and started to suck hard. Slurping sounds escaped her mouth as she sucked on his thick, veiny cock. She opened her eyes and looked up at him but he was looking up at the sky with his mouth open. He began to gently thrust backwards and forwards. She moaned. He was fucking my wife's soft mouth. I was in paradise, my cock shot to erection in record time.
For a moment I thought she might suck him to completion, but she stopped sucking and lifted his cock with her hand. She started to lick his balls and then up his shaft, sucking and licking at the base, just as she knew I loved her to do. I noticed that her other hand was at her pussy rubbing with long, slow strokes. She looked across at me for the first time, her eyes focussing as though she was had just woken up. She stared directly into my eyes. I wanted to smile but I could only stare back. She looked down and saw how hard I was. Her eyes closed again and she started to wank him off slowly, still tonguing his balls. Her wedding ring glinted in the sunshine as her hand slid up and down his cock.
He looked like he was about to come when she suddenly stopped. She lay on her back and opened her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening He knelt and bent his head to her pussy. She watched him for a second and then her head slowly tilted back. She let out a moan and put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him hard against her, grinding her pussy into his face.
He moved up next to her face and they began to tongue each other like passionate young lovers. He then pushed her head down to his cock and she started to suck him again. He squeezed her breast and then slid his hand down her body to her pussy she opened her legs a little. He slipped his middle finger into her and rubbed her clit with the palm of his hand. She moaned and her legs fell fully open. She had submitted totally to him. His ring finger went into her easily. His fingers moved in and out of her as she sucked him for all she was worth. All I could hear was the wet sounds of her sucking and his fingering...nothing else in the world existed at that moment. The blood roared in my ears and I felt faint.

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She suddenly sat up, pushed him to the ground by his shoulders and straddled him. She lent forward, arched her back and grabbed his cock behind her. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. She guided him to her waiting pussy, rubbed the head against her lips for a second and then I witnessed his thick cock disappearing between the shell-pink lips of my wife's pussy. She sank slowly down with a sigh.

She began to ride him. Slowly at first but then with greater intensity. He thrust upwards, their bodies made slapping sounds as they met, his balls hitting her asshole with each stroke. She lent forwards with her hands on either side of his head and her hair hung down around her face as he slammed up into her. She had stopped riding him now but her whole body jerked as she took his rhythmic pounding. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed. I knew she was close to coming. She let out a deep, rising moan and started to push down hard against him. They moved in unison up and down. My own cock was no erect and I fought the urge to masturbate.
She grabbed his hands and forced him to squeeze her tits hard. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." she hissed through clenched teeth. He slammed into her again and again, faster and faster. She clenched her buttocks together and grabbed his hips and pulled him into her.
Like a pressure cooker blowing it's lid she finally came. She threw her head back and clawed at his chest . Her back arched and they were both still and silent for a few seconds and then she slumped forward onto him. They lay panting, her still on top of him and him still inside her. A trickle of come slid down his balls and dripped onto the towel. Finally he softened and slid out of her, followed by more come. Her pussy was glazed with their juices.
She stood up and walked over to me. Her face was flushed and she had red hand marks on her tits, there was shining streak of come running down her thigh. She a looked worried and guilty, but satisfied at the same time. I smiled at her and we grabbed each other in a tight embrace. Her pussy felt hot and sticky against my leg.
"I go," Paco said in a quiet voice behind her. She turned her head and kissed him deeply without letting me go. He got his gear on and lowered himself into the water. We were still locked in an embrace. I loved her more at that moment then I ever thought possible.
“I love you!” I said my own breathing hard, my erect cock rubbing against her.
“I know darling.” She hugged me back.
I tried to kiss her, but she stopped. “No sweetie, I think I had been fucked enough for today.”
“But I just want to kiss you.” I protested.
“But his cock was just in my mouth!” She pointed out, surprised.
“So? I still want to kiss you hard!” I said.
Samina gave in, and kissed me hard. I thought I could taste Paco's cock, but of course it was just my imagination.
That night, back at our hotel, I attacked Samina, as I never had before. Seeing her getting fucked by another man was far more erotic than I had ever imagined it would be. But I noticed that her reaction to my fucking her was not as intense as it had been to Paco's. What could I say, as Pushpa had informed me, I did not have it, and Paco did! I did not feel upset or annoyed, rather accepted that Samina's reactions were only natural.
Two days later, we were on the flight back home. With Samina holding my hand, and resting her head on my shoulder most of the way, as she slept, I had a lot of time to think. What I had hoped would happen, had happened, and a lot sooner than I thought it would. How strange that it happened when I least expected it would. Paco's arrival on the scene was truly fortuitous, and Samina's acceptance of him was nothing short of miraculous. I felt my cock twitch I replayed the whole incident in my mind. Little did I know, that a tigress was about to be unleashed, and that with support from me, and guidance from Pushpa, she would break all boundaries, and I would be taken to depths of cuckolding, I could not even picture in my mind right now. But looking back on it, I realize that it was all inevitable once Samina accepted her own need to sleep with other men, and no long fought it. And I am happy that it unfolded that way it did.
The days after our return were busy beyond belief. Its never easy at work, when you have to catch up on all those emails and 'urgent' projects that magically seem to pop up when you are out, and cannot be tackled by anyone but you. Both, Samina and I found ourselves swamped, working long hours, sometimes even the weekends! So you can well imagine that any chance of taking things further was out of the question.
Many a night I dreamt of the scene at the beach. I was haunted by the conviction and confidence, that Samina, had said, “you are freak, but you asked for it!” Almost like she was taunting and warning me at the same time. I was also torn by Samina's apparent lack of interest when we had sex. It's not like she just lay there like a dead body, it was that her reactions were nowhere near as vocal, and active as they had been in the past. At first I thought I was just imagining things, but after a few days I knew I was not.
Samina was still up for sex anytime I wanted it, but seemed to be initiating it less and less, and at times I felt that she would let me fuck her, after I had given her a long session of back rubs, and oral sex, only because she felt that she had to. In a way that made me feel bad, not for myself, but for Samina. I did not want her to feel like she owed me sex as a duty, she did not. Plus I was sure that her own pleasure was probably being interfered with because she felt the pressure to let me have her afterwards. I almost felt like I as intruding on her pleasure.
Anyhow, eventually, things settled down, and our lives returned to a normal pace. For the first time Samina approached the subject.
“So really did enjoy watching me fuck Paco?” She said, as we lay in bed on night.
“It was the most erotic sight, I have ever seen Samina! WOW! I can't describe how it felt. It was......” I said truthfully, not knowing how to the capture the mixture of conflicting emotions I had felt at the time.
“It was what?” Samina snapped. “Tell me!”
I kept quiet for a few seconds, capturing my thoughts, and remembering what Pushpa had told me I might experience, when she had first cuckolded me. How right she was. “It was a mixture, or arousal, eroticism, humiliation, intense love. I felt like that was how things were meant to be!” I spoke the truth once again, not hiding anything. I realized that the time to dance around the matter was over. It was time to be truthful and put everything out there.
“Really?” Samina took hold of my semi-hard cock and played with it.
“Yes, really!” I said as my cock hardened some more, as she gently gripped it in her palm and squeezed it.
“OK darling, but you know what they say, be careful what you wish for, you might get it!” Samina warned.
“I sure hope I do!” I said with equal candor.
Samina snickered, and then became very serious. “OK sweetie, frankly I have enjoyed it a lot too, but you have to promise me that you will let me do it at my pace, and with my rules, otherwise I don't think I could go on with it!”
“And what rules do you have in mind?” I asked, happy that she had finally openly admitted that she was enjoying cuckolding me.
“Well, firstly, you will never stop me from sleeping with someone I want to take to bed, conversely, you will never force or beg me to sleep with someone I don't want to. Secondly, its my decision whether or not to use condoms, third, I do not need to take your permission in advance before bedding another man, although I do promise to tell you about it afterwards always. Forth, sometimes I won't feel like sharing details of an encounter with you, and in those instances, you will not pester me for details. Fifth, I know you get a real kick out of watching me, but not all guys like being watched, so if I am with such a guy, even it is in this bedroom, you will respect the guy's wishes and politely leave us alone. Now, there may be more rules in the future, but for now you have to accept these”
I could find nothing wrong with her rules, and readily accepted. “Done, I accept all your conditions.” But, I was a bit surprised that she did not mention anything about how we would be having sex. I guessed that might come in the future.
“Good,” she said, turning over, and indication that she wanted a sensual massage, which I happily gave her.
After an hour or so she turned on her back and spread her legs slightly, signalling her desire to get oral sex. Another task I happily performed for quite a while, until she shivered in orgasm. At that point I started to move up, my throbbing, erect cock dying to enter her warm, wet cunt. But alas that night for the first time it was not meant to be.
“Sorry darling, I am very tired now, and that orgasm has left me drained. Can we not have sex tonight?” Samina, asked softly, her eyes closed.
“Of course Samina,” I said somewhat disappointed, but happy that I had given her an orgasm.
What that she turned facing away from me and was soon asleep. But sleep did not come that easily to me. I tried to imagine all sorts of scenarios and what might happen, each more lurid and humiliating that the other. I had a strong feeling that I may not like everything that Samina did, but for her sake I would accept it all, and learn to like, nay love it. Finally, to the sounds of Samina's soft snores, I feel asleep, after jerking off to the memory of Paco taking Samina on that beach in Spain! How lucky was I to have witnessed that. Little did I know that it was to be one of the few times I would have such a privilege!
A few weeks later, Steve came over to visit up, and if you recall, from the beginning Samina and Steve were good friends with similar outgoing flirty personalities they were always saying stuff to each other and affectionate to each other. There were always warm hugs and pecks on the lips but never anything out of the ordinary happened between them (that is if you discount the fact that he had taken naked pictures of her!) until one night during a week at a beach house a bunch of us had rented.
A rainy day combined with a bunch of young couples and a bit too much alcohol. We started playing some silly games, and ended up playing spin the bottle. Well it was pretty funny I guess for most but for me it was the first time I had a chance to see my wife with a close friend. The game went on for a while the first few kisses were pretty tame but as the rest of the group started teasing the couple kissing saying stuff like you guys are bad kissers, we will show you! Well it became a little bit of who could out do whom. The kissing became much hotter, tongues; lip biting, deep wet kisses became the norm. My wife had to kiss all of the 6 men that were present but as luck had it that day Steve got 4. It was a wonderfully erotic sight indeed! Well the game ended after a while and we all laughed about it after but the intimacy between Steve and Samina had clearly escalated slightly. I saw them exchange glances, then quickly turn away. From that point on, their 'friendly' flirting and hugging increased significantly.
The following year again we rented the house with most of the same friends and again were visited by a rainy day. Well we chatted and played a bunch of games and had many drinks, once again teenage games came up and we started playing strip poker. I was pretty surprised the girls said they would play at the time, but as close as we were sharing beach houses we had seen each other in very little clothing. I mean all the women wore pretty skimpy bikini's and often I saw Steve checking out Samina.
I figured the women would quit before they really got naked. Well the game started and little by little clothes were lost. Eventually Samina went down as far as her panties and bra. She debated quitting but the crowd was unforgiving when she said she wanted to quit. She played a little longer and ended up loosing her top. Maybe it was peer pressure, as all the women dared her to take it off, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was simply that she had lost her inhibitions in Spain, quite nonchalantly she simply reach behind, unclasped her bra and let it drop the floor.. Her breasts we now fully exposed for all to see, and the men were openly ogling at them. For a moment there as total silence, as if no one could believe that she had done that. Then there was applause, with the women leading the way.
Steve could barely keep his eyes off her, even though he had seen them before. The lust in his eyes was plainly visible. I found it intensely arousing that so many of our male friends could see her like this. And as luck would have it she was the only woman who lost her top, as shortly after than the game ended, and all the other women had undressed only as far as their bra and panties.
Well after this game I noticed a change in just about all the girls in the group, it seemed that after being seen like this by the other men, they didn't seem as concerned about how they were seen for the rest of the week. What I mean is they were more likely to walk around wearing underwear early in the morning or right before bed. This new comfort level would become very apparent with my wife and Steve, who would hang out with me at our house often.
I noticed the change when the football season started and Steve and I as always started watching Monday Night Football, it at our house. The first Monday, seemed like any other Monday, Samina would get ready for bed at around 11 and come down to say goodnight to us. She started doing this in her sleepwear, I am not saying she would come down in see thru underwear and nothing else but she would wear some things that before might have been covered by a robe. I remember the first time like it was yesterday, she wore a green long silky nightgown, not see thru as I said, but very clingy. As she came in the room you could see the outline of her tiny panties and her breasts. I didn't say anything that night thinking maybe she didn't realize how sexy she looked.
This continued for few weeks, and clearly she was quite comfortable being that way in front of Steve. You see, after posing for him, until the time at the beach house, she had been careful not to expose herself like that to Steve again. Despite her willingness to sleep with other men, she still felt that with our friends she should be more circumspect and keep a respectful distance.
One Monday night after she came down in panties and a tank top covered by an open robe I said something.
“What happened to your vow of keeping a respectful distance?” I teased her.
“Oh you are being silly! Steve has seen me a million times in my bathing suits. Heck he has even me naked, so no I don't think I am crossing any boundaries by being dressed like that in front of him. It was silly of me to think so in the past.”
After talking about it a while I felt kind of bad even mentioning it, as it was meant as a joke, but she took it seriously and was not happy that I would see it as her crossing any lines. As the weeks, passed I got so used to seeing her in sleepwear around him and didn't think much of it anymore, in fact it did not even look sexy to me, rather it looked normal.
The following summer we went with Steve and his girlfriend at the time to an island. We had a very secluded beach and the second day there the girls went topless. A few people on the beach had gone totally nude and one afternoon after a drinks, after I had tried and failed, Steve was able to coax Samina into going nude as well, his girlfriend having shed all her clothing earlier. It was the first time I had seen her nude in front of so many people and I can't tell you what a turn on it was.
Of course the two women insisted that it was not fair for them to be naked, and us men to stay clothed. I thought of protesting, that it was a matter of choice, when Samina sneaked up behind me and pulled down my swim trunks, laughing as she did so. At that point there seemed to be not much reason for me not to get rid of them, specially as Steve had already taken his off. As embarrassed as I was, I kept my head high as the four of us walked along the beach, but on more than one occasion, I thought I saw the ladies glance at my crotch and snicker, and then peek over at Steve's with a look of respect. You see, I knew that Steve's cock was substantially bigger than my one, in fact fully soft it was about as long and thick is mine was fully hard.
I saw the girls snicker and exchange whispers. And as embarrassing as it was, it was also very arousing for me to think that they were comparing me to Steve rather unfavorably. I think Samina noticed that too.
I told her about it that night an she thought it was a little weird that I would get a turn on from something like that. But she did admit that she loved being nude other there. She added that for the rest of out time on the island she would go nude on the beach more on that vacation. Well she and Johns girlfriend did just that, not only did they go nude at the beach but would walk back to the room in a towel and lose it as soon as they walked in and stay nude as we snacked or had a refreshing drink before going back out. Fortunately, after that first day, Samina did not insist that I be nude as well, although Steve often was. I think Samina rather enjoyed getting all the attention she did, not only from Steve, but also from other men on the beach. Plus I was certain, that by now she had lost all inhibition to be nude on front of strangers, and even though Steve was not a stranger, he really did not matter as he had seen her nude before.
Many sexy things happened in those few days, I mean I thought I would cum in my shorts, the morning that I came on to the beach a few minutes after the 3 of them and there was Steve putting lotion on my wife's nude back! Later that day we were playing some water polo, when we tried dunking the girls underwater as they splashed us, well I cant tell you all the accidental brushes that happened between Samina and Steve, although I assiduously avoided Steve girlfriend and did not touch her once. Clearly Samina was getting more than comfortable with Steve.
We went home after a great vacation, the intimacy between my wife and one of my best friends having grown significantly. I thought of mentioning this to Samina, but didn't. I did not want to risk things continue to develop as they were. This was when I first started thinking about what it would be like to watch her with him, his big cock ploughing into her, as she screamed in pleasure, the way she did with Paco, and had not done with me since.
We would continue to do things as two couples and on some occasions to pull off a cheap weekend trip even shared rooms, it became almost non eventful for us to see each other in our underwear or catch a glimpse of nudity as we shared rooms.
Well the friendship continued like this for a few more weeks, Steve continued to visit regularly, his motives now plain. Then, on one occasion Steve and me had gone out very late for a bachelor party, and I insisted to stay at our house because it was late and we were quite drunk. Well he slept on the couch in the den. Samina was already asleep when the cab dropped us.

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In the morning she got up early and jumped in shower, Steve and I both woke up at that point and sat on the couch holding our aching heads. All the sudden out of the bathroom walked out, my naked wife, startled a little not expecting me to be up or Steve to be there, she wasn't embarrassed and actually made a minute or so conversation with us naked before going off to the bedroom and putting something on. It was at that point that I figured that if I had ever wanted a 3 some, Steve might be a good one to go for it. I wondered if Samina would go for it?

By now, Steve and his girlfriend Jenny, had split up. And even though Steve was not upset about it at all, Samina and I decided to do something special for him. So we rented a beach front cottage for weekend and invited him to stay with us.
Well this would be the first time that we would spend this tine together without Jenny and I couldn't help thinking about a few sexy things that could happen. Well Friday night was pretty uneventful. We were tired after a full workweek and a long car ride so we unpacked and went to the boardwalk to eat and walk about, before retiring for the evening.
Saturday morning started with my wife making coffee and breakfast for us, dressed in just her nightshirt.. It was great, as she reached for cups and dishes a little panty would show and as she bent over table to serve food the loose fitting nightshirt would allow a great view down her chest.. I thought she hadn't noticed me looking but after serving us our plates she stopped while bent over and gave a little dirty look to both of that said, 'are you guys thru looking down my shirt!' Then she said something about us being like 2 high school boys, We laughed and finished eating.
We lay out in the sun all-day and hung out and then took showers got dressed and went out to dinner. Samina wore a little short skirt and top with no bra. She looked great not sultry or anything just great. Her tanned legs, perky breasts looked very arousing. After dinner as planned we took off for a club were we danced and drank a bit. She took turns dancing with me and Steve and had us both gasping for air, so much so that we actually convinced a guy next to us at the bar to dance with her for a while (not that he need much convincing).
It was late, and a slow song came when she was dancing with Steve, he motioned to get off the floor but she said something and he stayed. I had seen them dance before but something about tonight made it so sexy, her little skirt and breasts pressed against him and her head resting on his shoulder. After the dance we all agreed to call it a night. On the walk home she held both our arms and I commented to Steve that well at least we both scored, as usual she was always ready for a comeback line saying that neither one of us or both were enough for her tonight. The kidding continued as we said that we would fix her when we got home, Steve saying at one point that I needed to control my woman, or he would take here there and then. Instead of saying something to shut up Steve, Samina just laughed.
We arrived home in great spirits and Steve and I had some more drinks. Pretty soon the two of us were bordering on being drunk, while Samina was stone-cold sober. At that point Samina said she was going to get dressed for bed, I of course fired back that she wouldn't need any clothes for bed tonight. She laughed and said something like well the same goes for you two then.
When she left Steve was saying how great Samina was, saying its like hanging with one of the guys cause she can take the ribbing, and dish right back out at you. Well I agreed but wanted to get back at her, so I suggested that we strip down to our underwear at least and wait for her to come back, we both figured that would get a good laugh out of her and she would call us to jerks. So we did it quickly stripping down.
Well out of the bathroom came Samina but not changed yet, as apparently she had gone to the bathroom first and was coming back to the living room to ask if we wanted to take a walk on the beach before we changed. When she walked in still fully dressed she did laugh as she looked at me saying that she didn't really see anything she liked, then she looked pointedly at Steve's well-packed underwear and gave him a knowing smile, and laughed.
Well we laughed back and I said that she was the one that mentioned that we wouldn't need many clothes for bed and that in fact she had just chickened out. She gave me a pretty stern look saying that she was going to ask if we wanted to walk on the beach since she wasn't yet tired but if it was naked I wanted I would get it. She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress over her shoulders and the dress dropped to the floor. She stood there in her panties. She looked at me knowing I enjoyed that and said. “okay now at least maybe you guys wont have to eye me at breakfast, so now what?”
I didn't really know what to say at that point cause I didn't know what was next or what I wanted next, then she gave me another look and it was a look like, okay lets see how far you go before you get jealous. She walked over to Steve and said, “I love this song on the radio lets dance.”
Steve was looking pretty awkward at that point but he started. She held him close as her naked breasts were pressed against him and his penis rubbing her naval. Well I couldn't believe it, it was so hot. They danced for a couple of minutes and a different song came on, she kept dancing, she looked at me and said, “have you had enough of our game?”
I didn't say anything. Part of me didn't want to blink for pride sake, part of me loved it but part of me also felt a bit threatened about what was happening. And to top it all off my cock was now hard! My wife was about to fuck one of my best friends, and even though I had some misgivings about that, I did not have the desire to stop them!
As I thought about what to say, Samina mumbled, “guess not yet!” With that she told Steve how when she danced she liked to get her neck and ears kissed and took his hands off her back and on her panty covered ass.
He just held her ass for a bit but I guess not getting any stop signals, from me and being very aroused at this point himself he started to gently kiss her neck. She noticed his arousal I am sure and started to grind him more. Meanwhile I was in another world, many different emotions were going on in my head. My brain was saying that I it didn't want him doing this with my wife while my cock was saying, wow I have masturbated as I imagined this scene so many times before. The thought of seeing Samina with a friend of mine seemed to taboo, yet now it looked like it would become reality. At that point I made a snap decision, I would let Samina decide how far to take it. I had given her my word that I would abide by her rules, and now as the time to prove it.
I just sat there and said nothing and I am not sure whether because she was proving a point and wanted me to be the one to stop it or she was getting aroused herself but she took the next step. She broke the dance and looked at me briefly as to give me a second to stop her and when I didn't she peeled off her panties and then grabbed John's boxers pulling them off his waist. She said something to the effect that it would their dancing nicer and went back to the dance. I didn’t even realize it then but thinking back they were now dancing slow to a fast rock song but anyway the dance continued only now it was skin on skin. John's hard cock pressed against Samina's pussy and abdomen.
That was the last time she looked at me, as from that point on whether out of being dared, or sheer sexual desire and arousal she began to kiss Steve and massage his chest. He returned her kiss but was very hesitant to touch her anywhere as she continued the dance and after a few minutes reached down and started to stroke his cock. I was frozen in time, Steve would later tell me that he looked at me but I didn't return his look and he was to hot to hold back anymore. He started to massage her breasts and quickly started to kiss and suck them as she continued to stroke his cock. This went on for a few minutes more and then she stopped grabbed his hand and went towards the bedroom almost as if I wasn't there.
Samina led him in the bedroom and Steve no longed felt any reason to hold back. She lay down pulled him toward her and reached down to insert him inside her. I had followed and stood at the edge of the bed, as it was obvious by her purrs and moans that she was hot. Steve started fucking her and she quickly started to squirm, I figured Steve would cum in an instant also but I was in for a surprise. She came hard lifting herself and Steve off the bed at times with her legs as she came. She had always had great orgasms but this one of the best I had seen, the amazing thing to me was Steve didn't cum. His large cock was still ramming in and out of Samina's engorged pussy, and she was crying out in pleasure, her eyes tightly shut, legs wrapped around him, and her fingernails scrapping his back.
“Ohhhhhhhh Gooooooaaaawwwwdddd.....” Samina screamed out as Steve continued to pound her. At that point I felt so envious of him, not only was he much better hung than I was, he seemed to have incredible stamina, and was taking Samina to heights of pleasure that not even Paco had taken her, and I certainly could not even dream of taking her to.
It was like the guys in the porn flicks that seem like they can fuck for hours and not even come close to losing it. He continued to fuck her and soon she orgasmed again. A louder, harder orgasm came to her this time. Her sounds of joy and pleasure were unbelievable, and my own cock was having trouble holding back.
Steve kissed her hard, as he continued. Then she broke there kiss and said something to him. They flipped over and she got on top. Again they fucked, this time slower, as she rode him, she was in heaven, for the first time I came over to the bed and started to stroke her hair. She looked at me with a weird kind of look, almost like she was not happy that I was there, but she never stopped riding Steve's still hard cock.
Then suddenly, to my surprise, she kissed me hard, he rode Steve's cock until she broke the kiss. She was on her way to yet another orgasm when finally Steve mumbled something that sounded like he needed a condom. I told him not to worry as Samina was on the pill, Steve just nodded his understanding. With that she came again and he finally exploded inside her. Their sounds were loud, there sweat sheened bodies so erotic. I am ashamed to say it, but I couldn't remember ever fucking to that extreme pleasure. They both came and collapsed on one another as I stood there rubbing my wife's back.
After a few minutes Steve got up and left the room to go to the bathroom. I got into bed and cuddled my sexually sated wife. We stayed in each others arms and she said a few things about not really wanting this to happen, but I assured her that although I was a bit jealous of Steve's endowment and staying power, I was okay that she had done it. I told her that Steve was one of the few friends we could trust not to betray our secret. We kissed and cuddled, I decided not make love to her that night for two reasons. One that she was clearly sated, and any sex from me would meaning nothing, two, I did not want to remind her that night that Steve was a much better lover than I could ever be. So, as we cuddled, I reached between Samina's legs, and massaged her pussy, feeling Steve's sticky ejaculate leaking out. She moaned, as I softly caressed her vagina. “Oh, that feels so wonderful, darling!”
Steve never came back, I guess he saw Samina and I enjoying a quiet moment, and went back to his room.
The next morning, we woke up late, as Steve was already having coffee. Samina blushed a bit and so did Steve. He asked if we were okay cause he had spent most of the night worrying about us. Samina, old him that we were fine and we had enjoyed what had happened and were so glad we shared it with him. With that she gave him a huge hug and a big wet kiss.
We spent that morning at the beach were we talked about how it had happened and what was going thru each persons mind. At one point Samina actually told Steve what a great fuck he was, Steve laughed voiced his thanks at her compliment. Well after talking about it all morning when we came back to the room Samina had an evil grin and looked at both of us stripped off her bathing suit and said how about just one more time.
They did it most of the afternoon till Samina said she was way too sore and it was hurting her too much to continue. Afterwards Samina said that she didn't want to make a habit of this but that she had loved sharing herself with Steve’s and would feel bad if we never spent a special time like that again. Steve smiled, and thanked her (not me!) for making him her special friend, saying that he had wanted to fuck her from the day she had posed for him.
Our time at the island came to and end and we drove home. Samina, clearly sated and exhausted, slept almost the entire way. Steve and I did not really have much to say. So the drive was mostly a silent one. I used the time to think how far Samina had come. She seemed to have lost all her inhibitions, and had now done pretty much everything she had said she would never do. Steve was the lucky recipient of her vow breaking, but I was convinced, that had it been another friend of ours, Samina would have done him to. It was just her luck that it was Steve, the most well-hung of my friends (as I had confirmed on many occasions in our gym locker room!) and I guessed also the one with the most stamina. For myself I was grateful that Samina had let me witness their coupling on both occasions. And I held out hope that this would be a pattern with her.
A few days later, Samina's employer sent her to Miami, where she was to represent them at a week long trade show. We were quite happy, as we decided that I would join her there at the end of the week, and we would spend the weekend there. Samina wanted to do some shopping, relax on the beach, and just spend time with each other.
But alas, it was not to be. Samina drove down to Miami as planned, but I could not join her, as my boss asked me to complete a major project that weekend. I as quite upset at my boss, but what could i do? I knew how important the project was, and it was something of an honor that the boss had trusted me with it, Samina was clearly disappointed, and initially thought of coming back home on Friday evening, but I insisted that she stay on for the weekend and do the shopping she had planned, and maybe even relax on the beach for a bit.
As I slaved away at the office, I did not have much time to think of what Samina might be up to. In fact it did not even occur to me that she would be so bold as to pick up a guy and have her way with him. Boy was I wrong! As I would learn when she gleefully shared details of trip when we were in bed on Sunday evening.
“So, how did it go?” I asked as we settled into bed.
“Ummm... it was not bad,” replied Samina absentmindedly. “The trade show as interesting, I was able to get some nice business development leads.”
“That's great!” I said. “And the shopping?”
“Well I did not get around doing much of that. Because I was otherwise occupied.” Samina gave me a mischievous smile.
“Oh really?” I joked, still not catching her drift. “Do tell.”
“Well, I checked into the luxurious hotel and headed for my room. My room was gorgeous with a large balcony as it faced the beach and ocean. At that time, I was looking forward to fucking you, out on the balcony, as I stepped out on the balcony and surveyed the beach and the blue waters of the ocean. I was anxious to spend sometime on the beach with you!”
“I know darling, and I am sorry, I could not help it.” I said defensively.
“Oh don't apologize sweetie, it's not your fault, that your idiot manager decide to work you to the bone. I was so mad at him, I cannot tell you.” Samina's anger at my boss, was clearly audible in her tone.
“I am sure you were Samina, so what did you do? I mean now that I was not there.” I
“Well, during the weekdays, it was just too busy. The trade show, networking, dinners, etc. I could not wait for Friday to roll about. That Friday night I was so tired, that I was in bed by 8 pm, just after the cocktail party at the end of the trade show ended.”
“Wow, it must have been really tiring!” I said. It's not usual for Samina to go to bed that early, particularly on a Friday night.
“It was, I was on my feet all day long, plus all that yapping with potential clients, it was exhausting!” Samina sounded exasperated.
“Yes, I can well imagine.” I tried to console her.
“Anyway, I woke up early after a peaceful night of sleep. I was sure that the beach would be crowded, as it was a Saturday and was determined to get a good spot next to the water. The beach was slowly coming to life as I found my spot and put my towel down. I covered myself with suntan oil and loved the warmth of the sun penetrating my skin. I looked forward to having some time to just chill and maybe do some reading.” Samina sighed a little.
“Must have been nice, just to get some peace and quiet?” I said.
“Well, it was in the beginning. But soon the beach filled up, I was amazed at all the beautiful men and women walking up and down the beach in front of me. I didn't feel out of place, because I knew that I looked hot in my new bikini that I had bought especially for this trip. You know the powder blue one?” Samina looked over at me, and I needed an affirmative. I could easily imagine her bikini top squeeze her perfect 34C breasts them nicely and the bikini bottoms show of her tight, toned ass. All those hours spent in the gym serving her well.

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“Anyway,” she continued, “as the day wore on, I noticed more and more women taking their tops off to sunbathe topless. I knew South Beach had no restrictions on topless sunbathing but I never imagined it being this popular. From behind my sunglasses, I studied breasts off all sizes. Then, suddenly, I remembered how liberating it was to be topless! So I untied my top and removed it while still laying on my stomach. I raised up on my elbows while I read my book to expose my breasts to the people closest to me. The feeling I had at the moment was amazing. I felt liberated and alive,not caring that my breasts were visible to the world. I mean you know they have been viewed by hundreds of people before, so what was the point in hiding them now, right?”

“Of course darling!” I agreed. Happy that she had the desire to go topless without me being present. This was clearly another step in her development. Pushpa had told me that once Samina overcame her initial reservations, the growth in her confidence would be fast and furious, and that was happening.
“The warmth of the sun felt good on my breasts. I quickly lathered them in suntan oil being careful not to let them get sunburned. My breasts were not the best on the beach but they were not the worst either. In fact I am proud to say I think were among the best.” Samina said proudly.
I nodded. They were full and round with pink nipples that were neither too big nor too small.
“Of course my nipples were like thimbles, what with the cool the ocean breeze blowing against them! Anyway, I stopped boob watching and returned to my book.”
“Wow, it must have been so relaxing. I wish I could have joined you.” I said, now feeling really bad that I was not there.
“I wish you could have too, but I am glad you were not there!” Samina smiled at me.
“What? Why?” I blurted out.
“Well, Ass I read my book, I felt a man sit next to me. I looked up, and realized it was one of the younger guys that was sitting behind me. I looked him up and down. He had an amazing body with tan skin, perfect muscles and abs. We made small talk for a few minutes and I learned that he was a senior at the University of Miami, and boy was he staring at my breasts, then his eyes feel in my wedding band. He started to get up and move away, probably thinking that me being married he had no shot. But I would not let him leave, as I continued talking to him.”
“Wow!” was all I could say.
Samina pretended not to have heard me, and went on. “After a few more minutes of chatting, I asked my new friend if he was hungry and invited him back to my room for a little lunch. Little did he know that the only thing I wanted in my mouth was his cock. I put my bikini top back on and led him back to my hotel.”
Samina's explicit declaration of her desire completely floored me. She had never talked like this before. And for her to openly admit that she wanted a cock in her mouth was truly astounding. She was never very big on performing oral sex on, and only did so occasionally to keep me happy. And now here she was blatantly admitting she wanted one in her mouth, and that too a total strangers. It took all my willpower for me not to blow my load there and then.
“We entered my room and I retrieved a beer and wine cooler, from the mini-bar. As he opened his beer, I untied my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. My friend had seen my naked tits for the past two hours but now they belonged to him alone.”
As Samina spoke, it occurred to me that as yet she had not mentioned his name. Almost as if it was not important. I thought of asking her about it, but decided not to disturb her narrative, specially, now that she was engrossed in it and was giving me the tiniest details.
“He took a couple of sips, then sat down his beer and took my breasts in his hands. I could tell he was excited by the way he licked and sucked them like a schoolboy licking an ice cream cone after school on a hot day. And you know how much I love to have them fondled with such raw passion. My tits and nipples had always been super sensitive and I knew I could probably cum just from him sucking them but it was his turn. I had to have that young hard cock in my mouth!” She exclaimed looked straight into my eyes.
My jaw dropped open, making her laugh. “Yes sweetie, I just had to have his cock in my mouth!” She repeated he point.
I didn't know what to say, suffice to add that my pulse was racing at a 100 miles and hours, and my now completely erect cock was throbbing even faster.
“Reluctantly I plied him way from my tits and had him sit on the edge of the bed, as I pulled off his shorts and revealed a lovely, veiny, rock hard cock. I think it was the most proportionally beautiful cock I have ever seen. More beautiful than Paco's, Steve's, or Tim's!” Samina referred to her first lover. “It certainly wasn't the largest of the lot either, about the size's Paco's, but slightly thicker!”
My cock jumped as I realized that she had seen yet anther cock bigger than mine, if this kept up, pretty soon she would start to think that I was uncommonly small, which while not too far from the truth, was still not the exact truth.
“I knelt before him as if to worship that gorgeous piece of manhood between his legs. I took his cock in my hands and began stroking it nice and slowly. There was no need to bring it to life because it was standing at attention and staring me in the face. The pace of my strokes quickened until I could take it no more and slid my mouth over the head of his penis. It was so warm and throbbing and I could taste the little drops of cum oozing out of him.”
My mind was abuzz, she had actually liked his pre-cum? She had never done that before to me, or to anyone else for that matter. And here she was enjoying it. My, oh my how my lovely wife had come a long way!
“I sucked and licked his cock with the same raw passion he had shown my breasts. I had never sucked a cock this long and hard before but I was up to the task. His hands massaged my head as I slid is swollen cock in and out of my mouth. I never made eye contact as I kept my undivided attention on this beautiful dick fucking my mouth. After 10 minutes of pleasuring this young man, his fingers on my scalp told me his load was cumming.”
I felt my throat constrict, and my balls tighten. I didn't know whether to be jealous or the man, or mad at Samina. In the end I decided to be jealous.
“I slid his cock out of my mouth and stroked it madly while he shot his white, silky jets all over my waiting tits. I squeezed every drop onto my tits and rubbed this natural moisturizer on to my skin. To my surprise his cock did not go down! So, I pushed him back on the bed and climbed his pole. My wet pussy easily accepted his still beating cock and I began sliding up and down his rod. His cock felt so good in me and I knew I could fuck him forever since he had already blown his wad. I looked in his eyes and saw pure joy as my hands made their way to my tits. My hands massaged my big firm tits adding to the already extreme pleasure I was enjoying as I fucked this stranger.” Samina's eyes were in a glaze as she relived the episode in her mind.
I was now in state of such intense arousal that it took all my willpower for me not fuck my wife right there. This young lover of hers was something else. How did she get so lucky?
“I lost count of how many times I came with his dick in my pussy and my fingers at my clit. I was in paradise! I finally decided his cock had done all it could do for me and sent him on his way back to the beach. I stood naked on my balcony and watched the young stranger as he staggered back to his spot on the beach, collect his things and head back to reality!” Concluded Samina, and looked over at me.
“Wow!” I mustered. “It must have been intense?”
“It was, it really was.” She replied. “I can't tell you how much I enjoyed myself!”
I reached over and kissed her, inserting my hand into her panty, to find it damp. Samina was aroused telling me of her encounter.
“Oh pleaseee Umer, eat me now!” Samina pushed my head down to her crotch, and I gladly lapped up her flowing pussy cream.
As she started to orgasm, I stopped, and she let out a disappointed sigh. At that point, I mounted and fucked her. So aroused was she, that the orgasmed easily (a first for me!) just as I was shooting my load in her. But once again I noticed, that compared to her time with Paco, or Steve, she looked inhibited in her passion, and response when fucking me! I thought she let out a soft moan of disappointment when I unmounted her.
“I wish....” She said softly, then stopped.
“Wish what darling?” I asked wondering what was on her mind.
“Oh nothing, just a passing thought, nothing important.” She said, a distant look in her eyes. Clearly she did not want to talk about it, so I did not push her.
Thus far, Samina had started to open up a lot. There was no doubt in either of us that she enjoyed sex with other men immensely. And she had come a long way in the time we had been married. After her encounter in Miami, I thought we were fast reaching a tipping point, beyond which there would be no turning back. A sixth sense told me, that if I wanted to stop things, now was the time, as soon it would be difficult for her to do so, as she was really getting into this lifestyle. You see, at that point in time, I was not a true cuckold. I was just a man who got a kick out of knowing that his wife was fucking other men.
My manhood had not really been attacked as yet. I don't mean that literally, but rather figuratively. And a man cannot become a true cuckold until the walls of falsity regarding his manhood that he has built in his mind, are completely torn down. It is then, and only then that a man can truly accept and live with his beta sexual nature. But I was not there yet. In fact neither Samina, nor I had even thought along those lines. However, looking back on it now, it all seems so inevitable. Everything was proceeding down that path. And today? Well today I am successful professional, rich in every respect of the word, lacking only in what some would mistakenly judge as manhood, when in fact I believe (and both Samina and Pushpa agree) that I am more of man than most other men. First I was confronted by my true nature, and that led to inner conflict and turmoil, then I learnt to accept it, and finally, I realized that it was the truth of who I really was. In that I suppose, I have been luckier than most men, to have a wife who helped me along, and supported me all the way.
But, all that was in the future. For now the only indication (even though I did not see it as such) that my manhood was understated, was the fact that Samina seemed to be less than enthusiastic about having sex with me. I had suspected that was happening, but could not quite understand why. Eventually I put it down to the fact that she was getting so much sex, that it was hard for her to give a banner performance each time, and with me she could perhaps relax a little more than with her lovers. But I also suspected that she truly did have better sex with them, and although it did irk me a little, it was not enough to make me question myself, that would come in the future.
As had happened in the past, Samina appeared to have put the brakes on her sex life, outside our bedroom that is. But in fairness to her, she was working long hours, and had to make an unscheduled trip to Pakistan to be with her mother as she underwent emergency triple bypass surgery. The stress of the work, the trip, and the operation was clearly too much for her, and she did not seem to have the energy to pursue other men for quite a while.
We will never know how long things might have continued like that. Slowly Samina seemed to be getting over the stresses, and out of her funk. I did what I could to help her, but sometimes, even the most caring and loving spouse can only help you so much. Being unable to take time off and go on a cruise, Samina and I spent hours at the gym (probably the best place to work off stress!), going out a lot, to shop, and eat. Of course in the bedroom, our sex life seemed to have increased. Many an hour were spent with me massaging her, eating her out, and having sex with her.
Then, one day as we were walking out of our favorite restaurant, Samina mentioned that a colleague had approached her about taking part in an auction to raise money for the various charities that his social club supported. They had requested for donations, of clothing, art, sports equipment, which would be auctioned. In addition, they had also asked that people auction themselves or their skills. Samina being a fantastic cook, had decided to offer herself to be auctioned, as she thought that someone would surely want to bid on her to prepare a great meal. In return for her help, we were offered instant membership to the club, and more importantly, its golf facilities! So I told Samina to go for it.
In the weeks leading up the auction, Samina threw herself into collecting all she could to be auctioned. She begged, and pleaded, retailers, and suppliers to donate new clothes, sports stores to donate autographed photographs and memorabilia, she even prevailed upon a travel agent friend of ours to donate two tickets to Hawaii. The auction sponsors were truly astounded at what she had accomplished, and when she told them that she was offering her own time to be auctioned as well, their gratitude knew no bounds. The only hitch that came up was that when she told them, that was auctioning her time to cook a traditional sub-continental meal for the winner, they sponsors told her that they did not attach conditions to the time, only that the winner would have the opportunity to spend time with the person being auctioned. At that point, it was up to the winner and the auctioned person to decide what to do. Samina, did not find that condition to onerous and still agreed to let herself be auctioned.
The day of the auction arrived, and Samina was a nervous wreck. Her competitive juices were flowing and she wanted to be person who got the highest bid. She spent all morning trying to decide on what to wear. Initially she went through a bunch of western dresses, but then I mentioned that since she was going to offer the winner a traditional `desi` meal, maybe dressing in something more in line with that might be better.
She smiled and agreed, and then proceeded to take out a lovely dark green silk `sari` given to her by my mother. She did not chose the blouse that came with it, but rather went with one that she had secretly had made for herself a few days before returning the US from her recent trip to Pakistan. While the blouse my mother gave her, was a standard, half-sleeved affair, with high cut chest that displayed only her neck and upper chest area, the one Samina had designed, was to put it simply more like a tight, bikini top than a blouse. It was maroon, with cups that amplified, rather than hide her ample cleavage, and left the back bare, as the blouse was tied by a thing string around the back of her neck, and another one a few inches lower on her back. The effect was quite electric.
“So how do I look?” Samina asked, as she twirled in front of me. To complete the ensemble, she had tied her hair in long braid, put on a simple gold necklace, with matching earrings. She looked truly stunning.
“You will bring in more than all the others put together!” I said, making her smile.
"Going once! Going twice! Sold to I for twelve thousand dollars!" the auctioneer, John shouted.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Congratulations Samina. You have just set a new record for this auction. Including the sale of your clothes you have just raised nearly twenty thousand dollars for the charities supported by the club.

Besides blushing I could also see that Samina was also very happy. Happier than I had seen her in a long time. Dressed in that sari, she looked like an empress surveying her kingdom. Men came over to congratulate here, and women gave her jealous looks.
She stepped off the podium and walked over to me, a huge grin pasted on her lovely face. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug and kiss. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I knew you would be a big hit. I can't tell how happy I am that all your hard work paid off, and offering yourself for the auction was truly inspirational!”
"Oh, Umer, I'm sure glad that's over. I was so nervous. I was sure that no one would bid on me. That would have been so embarrassing! But you're right. I'm very happy right now, does it show?” Samina smiled again.
"Well, your smile is wider than I have seen in quite a while now darling!"
"You know, standing in front of all those people was so scary. I felt like I was naked, and being openly gawked at, so unlike on the beach. And then John, pinched my ass secretly, and said he would gladly pay a lot of money if I showed it to him! The rat! He should pay extra for that," Samina said in mocking disgust. "It's just as well that I don't have any panties to wear. I'm so wet right now that I'd just soak them anyhow. I will probably get a bad wet spot on my skirt though."
Just then Allan Spencer, the winning bidder, walked up. "Samina, I'll call you tomorrow to set up our date if that's OK?"
"That's fine Allan. We'll be home all day," Samina smiled at him.
The auctioneer interrupted our conversation with Allan. "First of all, ladies and gents, the board and I are delighted to announce that thanks to Helen, Bonnie, Jan, and Samina we have raised more than fifty one thousand dollars! So hopefully these lovely ladies will also be willing to help up out for the next auction as well. Now lets give them a big hand!”
Shortly after that the evening ended.
I guess I should explain what this Glen Creek Club sale is all about. It got started quite innocently just two years ago when several of the female members of the club, got together to form an informal social club amongst themselves. They had talked about a more typical garden club but many of them weren't interested in gardening. They found a broader common interest in doing various kinds of charity work. Taking an idea from a youth group that some of their kids were in they planned a 'slave auction' as their first fund-raiser. The women made themselves available to the highest bidder to do various household chores such as closet cleaning, washing windows, baby sitting, cooking etc. To that was added the idea of also collecting various items that members could bid on.
They had set a goal of ten thousand dollars for their first sale figuring that with thirty women they would need to get an average of just over three hundred dollars each for their services, along with the items they brought along for the auction. Unfortunately due to some absences and poor publicity they had only raised five thousand dollars when the sale was over. The auctioneer mentioned the shortfall and suggested that if any of the buyers wanted their slaves to do other things for them they could work it out between them and pay something extra for it.
Dale Eagan, a widower living in Glen Creek, had taken advantage of the sale to buy the services of Bonnie Wilson to do a good housecleaning. Everyone thinks that Dale bought Bonnie knowing of her reputation as a flirt and a bit of a showoff. There had been many times when Bonnie appeared around the neighborhood in outfits that displayed more of her robust body than they concealed. The day that Bonnie was to do her work was particularly warm so Bonnie dressed in a tight halter-top and rather short shorts. No one knows for sure how things got out of hand but Bonnie's story is that after Dale had watched her work for a while he offered to help make up the club's shortfall if she would do her work topless. Bonnie went along with this request and later agreed to work completely nude when he offered another hundred.
The story of how this came about, was narrated to me by Dale, and I think its worth reproducing here, as it does have a direct bearing on Samina's continuing development as a hotwife.
Bonnie's nudity caused them both to lose any remaining control and before the day was over Bonnie gave Dale a blowjob and then let him fuck her in return for his paying the entire difference. Dale was so satisfied that he even paid a hundred extra. He also readily agreed to keep the entire matter a secret.
Bonnie was very pleased with her fund-raising prowess and even bragged about it to her husband Jerry when she got home. Bonnie hadn't thought about how she might explain this windfall and when Jerry pressed her for an answer she confessed. This could have led to a major problem for them but the speculation was that Jerry had a guilty conscience because he had been banging his cute new secretary. Anyhow the issue soon blew over in the Wilson household.
Bonnie had also not thought of how she would explain to her club mates how she got this extra money from Dale. Finally she decided to fess up to Janet Quentin who was her next-door neighbor. There had been rumors in the neighborhood for years that Janet liked to give special tips to the newspaper boy, the pizza delivery man, the mail man and any other male who happened to come to the Quentin's door. Janet received the news with great interest and soon had passed it along to the club officers. They thought about it for a while and then called a special meeting.
"Ladies, I have some interesting news," Denise Longwood, the club president began. "First of all I am happy to report that we have reached and even exceeded our goal." After a buzz of excitement about that and some questions of how this had happened, Denise continued, "and I must also tell you that as we've all heard before, sex sells." A hush fell over the room.
"What do you mean by that?" Sue Johnson asked. "Surely no one did anything like that!"
"I'm afraid they did," Janet butted in. "Bonnie would you tell everyone what happened."
Bonnie had not come prepared to have the juicy details of her romp with Dale discussed in such a public way but now she had no choice. "Well, Dale Eagan paid me extra to do certain special things for him," she finally said after stumbling about trying to figure out how to tell her story.
"Oh thank god," Sue muttered. "I was afraid it involved Henry." Henry, her husband, had purchased the services of Janet. She was already suspicious about the two of them and this news had only increased her concern.
"No, Sue. It wasn't Henry...but not because he didn't try. He made a pass at me but I wouldn't think of doing something like that," Janet replied self-righteously.
"Well," Sue retorted, "Joe made a pass at me too but I didn't take him seriously." She was referring to Denise's husband.
A very frank discussion ensued and everyone soon realized that most of them had received suggestions about "other services" that their buyers wanted. Some of them such as Jerry, Bonnie's husband, had been pretty direct about it but none of the other women admitted to having acted on the requests. On the other hand none of them seemed to have been particularly distressed about having been asked.
"Ladies, the only conclusion that I can come to is what I said before. Sex sells," president Denise repeated. "I want to thank Bonnie for having broken the ice on this matter. I think it's pretty clear how we can really make some money. If you what I mean!" He winked at the ladies present.
After an hour of sometimes-heated discussion, the club agreed to change the nature of the 'slave sale.' Basically, any woman who volunteered to be auctioned had the choice offer 'other' services to the winner, in return for extra payment. Another sale was scheduled three months later and it was announced that there were no limits as to what services the buyer could request. It was never publicly acknowledged that this might include sex but everyone knew. Many of the original women would not agree, and left the club, but they did promise to keep the offer of 'extra' services secret.
By the time Samina and I joined the club, only 8 female members had agreed to offer the 'extra' services. And the other women who offered to be auctioned were not informed of that, and it was understood that they would not be expected to do anything other than normal cooking, cleaning, shopping etc. Samina was in this group of ladies.
The first two sales that followed were highly successful compared to the first. More than ten thousand dollars were raised for charity and there were no bad reactions from any of the buyers or the women who were offering the 'extra' services. An unwritten code developed which said that at the club meetings no one discussed what went on when the women spent the day with their buyers. As a result on the 8 women and their buyers knew what was really going on. In a small community like ours, that kind of discretion was essential to keep the scheme afloat, and I think everyone understood it.
Since the key to higher sales prices was more buyers Jennifer and Jack Doyle volunteered to help find more single men (or men who would come without their spouses). They so far had found six suitable candidates, and quietly informed them about the 8 women. The men jumped at the opportunity to have sex with them, and at the next auction, all records were broken by the funds raised. Those not in the know of the real situation pegged it to the enthusiasm that the auctions were generating and the desire of the club members to raise larger sums each time.
By this time Samina was well on her way to becoming a true, happy, slut wife. So if they ladies had approached her about offering 'extra' services, she might have actually accepted. But I think, given our background, they probably assumed that we would be scandalized by such a suggestion.
Going into the auction, Samina was quite worried that she may not get a good bid. This despite my repeated assurances that she would be a huge hit. The selection of the sari and the simple jewellery was a stroke of inspiration. To me she looked like an angel, I was sure that the people at the auction would see her as some exotic, eastern princess. I told her that I was sure she would get the highest bid! That seemed to make her feel a bit less tense,
Also, at the pre-auction meeting, Samina was overwhelmed by the encouragement she got from the other women, and number of men openly stated that they were very happy she had agreed to be auctioned because they wanted to bid on her. That boosted her ego and confidence immensely. For me those comments only served to reinforce just how much I enjoyed my wife being with other men, although, at the time I thought that there would be no sexual activity involved. Still it was very arousing for me to see Samina being so openly sought out by men.
Thus, Samina's hesitation was finally overcome, and she confirmed that she would be part of the auction. Even though, later she confided in me that she was still nervous as hell.
******
After the auction, I couldn't wait to get Samina home. We were both very turned on by the sale and this resulted in a great night of hotter sex than usual. Samina even seemed enthusiastic about fucking me. Something that had been getting rarer and rarer!
"Do you think I can satisfy Allan? I want him to think he got his money's worth!" She asked, sounding worried.
"Samina, he'll know he got a bargain when you're finished with him," I assured her. "Are you nervous about it?" I asked.
"Yes, very!" was her reply. "You know I've never had to worry about that before. I guess because he paid a lot of money, it's only fair that he expect tip top service, I hope he finds my cooking acceptable."
"Well I am sure he will. If not, I will gladly eat whatever you cook for him.” I tried to make light of the situation.
"Don't be that way! I'm serious. This guy paid a lot of money, for a day with me. I think I owe it to him to make sure that he get his money's worth! That is a lot of pressure.”Samina said seriously.
"But, Samina, are you looking forward to your date with Allan? If you are, then not only will you do a great job, you will enjoy yourself too. I is a great guy and I am sure he will not have unrealistic expectations.” I said.
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. But still.... you know.... yeah I guess it will be fine." Samina sighed.
"I am sure it will be darling, don't worry, you are a great cook. And if you are worried about making sure I gets his money's worth, do some cleaning for him, offer to go shopping with him, anything like that which would be considered extra." It did not occur to either one of us that Samina should offer to sleep with I. Although a recent widower, he was after all a pillar of the community, and we did not want to risk him getting to know our lifestyle, nor did we think that he would make a pass at a married woman.
“Hmm, that's not a bad idea.” Samina said softly as she fell asleep in my arms.
Allan called the next day as he had promised. His 'date' with Samina was set for the following Saturday. He would pick her up around 9:00 am and would return her around 9:00 pm.. The terms of the Glen Creek sale were that the buyer had the services of the 'slave', for up 12 hours. I left them alone to finalize all the details.
Samina seemed overwhelmed when she realized the amount of time that she would be spending with Allan."Whatever will I do with him for so long?” She asked me.
"Maybe he wants you to wash windows," I joked.
"I guess you're right," she acknowledged. "And at least he agreed to let me cook for him, and maybe clean up a little too. I hope you will be keep yourself usefully occupied too."
"Oh I am sure I will be able to keep myself busy. A pity that Steve moved to Alaska, otherwise I would have asked him to join me.” I said.
"OK, that makes me feel better. But you know I feel nervous, even more so than I did the first time I had sex with another man, there is was just sex, here it's different. I have to find ways to keep the man entertained and not get bored with my company. I wish he had not paid so much money. I really don't want him to feel cheated.” Samina had an anguished look on her face.
“Don't worry darling,” I reassured her. “He won't!”
A week has never gone by so slowly. We were both like little kids waiting for summer vacation. Every day seemed to take forever. Samina suffered some misgivings during this time as well.
Thursday, Samina and Allan, talked again to reconfirm the date. he asked her to wear a sexy dress similar to the one that she wore the night of the auction. He said that he loved seeing her in traditional garb. Samina, did not think the request out of line, and agreed to it.
I helped Samina get ready Friday afternoon. She was a little nervous, but not as much as she had been earlier. She wore the same sari and blouse combination. She looked stunning and a little provocative. Her hairdresser had swirled her long red hair up on top of her head. I thought that I getting a bit of an eyeful of Samina's torso was probably not a bad idea, as he had earned that right by bidding so much for her.
"You look so beautiful, I am having a hard time from ripping off your clothes right no!" I said half seriously. "See what you've done to me?” I added as I pulled my very hard cock out of my pants.
"I think I can fix that," she replied sympathetically. Then she sat me down on the bed and gave me the best hand job I'd ever had, even though I was hoping for a blow job, but lately those were a very rare, precious commodity. It didn't take long for me to come. I soon shot a big hot load all over her arm and palm. She quickly cleaned if off with a tissue paper, before it could drip on and ruin her clothes.
"There you go, tiger," she said after cleaning herself. “That ought to hold you over until I return.”
"Yes, and be prepared! I want to clean you up with my tongue as soon as you get in the door!” I laughed.
“You've got a deal buster! My pussy loves getting massages from your tongue.” Samina smiled back. “Alas your cock is not as talented!” She said with a devilish smile, making my still naked, soft cock twitch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by her. That was the first time (and certainly not the last) that she had openly criticized my manhood, or lack there of!
“I'm sorry.” I said seriously.
“Oh don't worry, it can't be helped. But you make up for it in other ways, so I am happy.” Samina said contently blowing me a kiss, just as I rang our front door bell.
My heart was in my throat when Allan, picked her up. He gave a loud whistle of approval and said something which I found rather odd at the time. "You're going to be a big hit, Samina. A very big hit!"
"A hit with who?" I wondered as they drove away. "What has I got planned for my wife? Could it be.... ? No it can't!" I chided myself for having a dirty mind, there is no way I would try to take Samina to bed, he was too straight a guy to do anything of that sort.
I tried to keep busy that day, but visions of Samina getting fucked by I kept running through my mind. And soon the wait became almost unbearable, I counted the seconds tick by until her return from Allan's!
Samina, arrived home a few minutes after 9:00 pm. I met them in the driveway and opened the door for her. She was wearing the white blouse and denim skirt, that I had never seen her wear before. I was later informed that she had accompanied Allan, on a shopping expedition and he had insisted on thanking her by buying something nice for her, for all the help she gave him in making his own selections.
She kissed Allan goodbye. "It was quite an experience," she said to him. Then she turned to get out. As she did she opened her thighs and gave me a good view of her bare pussy. I could see cum dripping from it. Her skirt had a large wet spot.
“WOW!” I muttered to myself. “He really did get his money's worth from her, and what did she mean by 'it was quite and experience?”
"Oh, and by the way, I lost my panties somewhere in your house, I hope your house cleaner doesn't find them!" she said.
“Don't worry, I found them as we were leaving, they are now safely hidden!” I smiled and drove away.
"I love you." Said Samina to me, as we entered our house.
"I love you too. But what the hell happened to you?” I asked excitedly.
"I had a bit of a surprise today!" She began as we walked into the house. "And I was an exceptionally naughty wife!” She chuckled.
“Why, what happened, I mean I know he fucked you. But....” I smiled.
“Well, Umer, on the way to their house, he told me that he needed to get some shopping done for his sister's teenage daughters birthday was coming up and he wanted to get her something special. He asked if I would be willing to help out in selecting something. Of course I told him that I was more than happy to do so. And he took me to the mall, were we spent almost two hours, browsing, before finding something nice. At that point I insisted on getting me a thank you gift, and refused to listen to my protests that none was necessary!
“When we got to their house, he offered me a drink, which I finished rather quickly, and then I had another. About that time, the door bell rang and there were three men at the door. When I saw them all coming into the house I asked what was going on. He, then took me into the kitchen.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Clearly he had some explaining to do?” I asked.

“Yes, he did. So he began. 'Samina, when I made our date, I had forgotten that this was our poker night. Jim, Ben, Hal and I get together one night a month and this is the night. This month they were scheduled to be at our house. I was hoping that perhaps you would be willing act as hostesses for us, while we played poker, as she would be leaving with Herb. I hope that's OK with you?'”
“'Gee, Allan” I said to him. “I don't mind at all. I'll be happy to so. But would you mind if I changed into something more appropriate and comfortable? What I have on now, is not really meant for cooking and hostessing.”
“'Don't worry, Samina,' he said. 'Go ahead and change, in fact why don't you wear what we bought at the mall. I think its a very cute outfit and you looked smashing in it!'”
"Well, sweetheart," Samina said to me, "I decided to take his advice. I did not mind acting as hostess to the guys/ After all I have to admit the guys were all pretty good looking and as I thought about it I began to get turned on by the idea of them seeing as much of me as they could, as the outfit I had bought for me was quite revealing. Actually I had chosen it myself, and I had insisted in paying for it, even though he had not even seen me try it on. I think he liked that it looked tight and revealing! Well see for yourself.” Samina laughed. As she modelled her ridiculously short, tight denim skirt, and a very low cut silk spaghetti strap top, that was that was at least a size too small for. Her cleavage was clearly visible, and it looked like her breasts were just a deep breath away from tearing the fabric.
"I went to the bedroom to change, and then came out the den where the men had gathered and was introduced to them! I got goose bumps as I went from man to man and shook their hands. They each looked me up and down very closely and every one of them said, 'Nice dress, Samina. Very nice dress.' A couple even whistled!”
I smiled and held her hand, staring lovingly into her eyes, as she continued. "I asked them what they all wanted to drink and went into the kitchen to get the refreshments. the men some refreshments. Actually I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was sure that I would get his money's worth today, even though at that point I had no intention or desire to sleep with him, he was just a friend, and I did not want him to find out that I was easily available!” Samina pointed out and I nodded.
"My word, Samina, what happened then?" I couldn't wait to hear more. This was getting more and more interesting. "What did you do then?"
"I went back the den with the drinks, and again the guys hollered, and whistled, tell me that the dress was very appropriate for the occasion. The whole lot of them cheered. I told them to behave, or I would go and change into the track pants and sweatshirt I had brought with me in case I had to work outside as it was mildly chilly. There was a chorus of 'Why of course, Samina.' 'Sure, Samina.' 'Absolutely. We'll all be gentlemen.' 'Samina, we'll be better than good. We'll be outstanding.'!”
Samina had glint on mischief in her eyes, the kind she gets when she is in a particularly naughty mood.
"As the tumult quieted down, I served the drinks and pretzels. I was glad for the moment to leave the room. Things were getting a bit confusing. This is not what I had come prepared to do. I knew, though, that I was getting very turned on by the idea of so many men seeing me like this. I wondered what might happen. It certainly seemed that I had something more than just a day or me cooking for him. In fact I wondered if he intended for me cook at all.”
"Then what?" I prompted her.
"The first time I took them their drinks everything was fine. They looked me over pretty thoroughly but no one said anything, and they all kept their hands to themselves. The second time I went in alone and Ben asked my why I had on underwear. 'What are you trying to hide from us, Samina?' he asked.”
“'Yes, Samina, that doesn't seem fair to us,' Jim responded.”
“I think I blushed a little and said, 'Well there's nothing much for you to see. Don't you like my underwear? I think it's very sexy.'”
“'Oh, from what we can see of it we agree,' Ben said. 'Maybe if you took off your skirt we could be more sure about that though.' 'I'll think about it,' I said and feeling naughty, seductively walked back to the kitchen.”
I could not help laughing. “You little vixen!”
Samina laughed. “Yes, I loved teasing them like that. In the kitchen I got busy whipping up some small eats, and told myself, that hose guys are getting a little frisky. I was not be too upset about it. I think it's fun to know that men are looking at me and that they like what they see. So I decided to play along enjoy myself. I fixed myself a strong drink and went upstairs to take a pee and to think things over. I decided that I would rather remove my panties, and keep the skirt and top on. Somehow I felt less vulnerable that way even though the guys could probably see more. When I looked at myself in the mirror I knew they could easily see my nipples. They couldn't see anything more because I was shaved. When I had finished my drink I made a big deal of parading back through the den. 'OK boys, are you satisfied?' I taunted as I circled their table. “
“'Yeah, Samina, that's more like it,' Hal confirmed. All Ben could say was 'Nice tits, Samina.' I felt my face get flushed and my pussy get wet at that comment. The realization as to how far this might go began to sink in and I was surprised at how excited that thought made me. And finally I began to understand what I had in mind. The question "
By this time Samina and I had made our way upstairs and were sitting on our bed. "Do you think this was all planned by Allan?" I asked.
"Oh course it was," Samina replied, "but I'll get to that later."
"Great. I love it!" I said. "But your story so far has gotten me as hard as a rock. I want to eat your pussy and then I'm going to add one more load to it." With that I pushed her back on the bed, flipped her skirt up above her waist and knelt in front of her, but she stopped me.
“You really don't want to do that right now Umer.” Samina pointed at the cum still leaking out of her.
I was sort of tempted to go for it, but could not. As I have said earlier, mentally I was not at the stage of being a true cuckold, one who would gladly lick up another man's cum from his wife pussy.
"How many loads are in here anyhow? It seems like there's a gallon." I said peeking between her legs.
"I lost count," Samina replied. "Each of the guys had me at least twice and some of them did me three or four times. I would guess that they must have left over a dozen loads in there and I swallowed one from each of them too."
“WOW!” That comment put me close to the edge. I would cum for sure. I quickly moved up over her and tried to plunge my hard cock into her dripping cunt.
"No sweetie!" she said "I am pretty sore down there. A couple of the guys were not only very well hung, but also rough as hell!"
"I can sure understand that, babe," I said softly as I lay down on top of her, my hard, throbbing penis resting on her vagina, feeling the wetness of all the cum in her. Such was my arousal, didn't take me more than thirty seconds of even soft rubbing against her, that I soon shot a huge hot load of my cum all over Samina's vagina and abdomen. At that point we were both so spent and exhausted that we fell asleep, as soon as she had cleaned up my ejaculate.
The next morning, I got up well before her, and made some coffee and breakfast, which I served her in bed. With her eyes, still sleepy, and her hair tousled, she looked like a tired angel. I let her sip the coffee and eat the omelet.
When she was wide-awake I asked her to finish telling me about what had happened. "Where did I leave off last night?" she asked.
"You had just taken off your underwear and paraded around the room in just your skirt and top," I reminded her.
"Oh, yes. The next time I went back into the den Ben said 'Samina, I was wondering why we can't see your beaver? I and Herb say it's because you're shaved. Is that true?' I think I turned a hundred shades of red. I also felt my pussy getting even that wonderful erotic feeling, that tickle of anticipation. I decided that the line had now been crossed and that there was no reason to fight it. I was going to get fucked by these guys and I was actually looking forward to it. I walked over and stood so that my pussy was just inches from Ben's face. I slowly lifted my skirt until I could see his eyes nearly pop out of his head. 'There, Ben, does that answer your question?' 'Yes, guys, its shaved...and it looks hot and ready,' was Ben's reply.”
“I realized that it was time to forget the pretense of poker and to get ready to poke me. 'My dear lady' he ordered, 'it's time for another round of beers served with a taco!'”
“Not being familiar with the term it took me a few seconds to realize what he meant but within a minute I had brought in a fresh beer for each of them. I then sat up on the game table in front of Allan, pulled up my skirt and spread my thighs. 'There's the taco that you paid for, master,' I said. I could feel my heart racing as I realized that five men were about to become intimately familiar with me. Allan wasted no time in leaning forward and beginning to finger me It was wonderful.”
“Then Herb joined him. As Herb and Allan fingered my pussy, in my haze of pleasure, it suddenly occurred to me that this was set up all along. They had all chipped in money so Allan could bid on me. But how could they have known that I would be so openly available to them?”
“Jim said, 'save some for the rest of us guys. Remember we helped pay for this too you know!' Confirming my suspicion that that the five guys had pooled their money so that Allan could 'buy' at the auction. Then Allan said, 'I must send Steve a thank you gift for telling me about you!' And suddenly the puzzle was complete. That is how they knew that I would be willing to spread my legs for them! I did not know whether to be mad at Steve, or to thank him!”
"Wow! Those scheming devils!" I said. "What a great idea Steve had. I wish I'd thought of it. Maybe I can try it sometime with some of the other guys... but aren't there rules as to how many men can fuck a 'slave'?" I laughed
"Well later I asked Allan if this sort of thing was common," Samina replied. "And he told me that it was indeed, adding that 8 other women were happy to truly sell themselves. He and the guys also promised not to tell anyone that I was a willing slut. And thanked me for it. When I asked him about their wives, he said that this was to be a one time deal only for them, as they had long held a fantasy to fuck a woman from my part of the world, and now that he and his friends had done that, they would not cheat on their wives again. I didn't quite believe that, but said nothing.”
"Go on with your story. Then what happened?" I asked her.
"The poker game turned into an orgy. When Jim made his comment about having helped pay for me, I beckoned him over to the where I could reach him and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his cock (which wasn't easy because it was pretty big and very hard) and then I proceeded to blow him, as I played with Ben's hard cock at the same time. This left Hal out so I reached over and began to stroke him with my other hand. Then Hal pushed Allan aside and became the first one of the group to fuck me. You can't believe the feeling when that first cock slipped into me. It felt so forbidden but it felt so good. I wished then that you could have been there to see it happen. I would love to have seen your face of them took their turn entering me. Each one of them was bigger than you are, you know!" Samina punctuated her point by smiling at me as she said that. I felt my cock jump again.
"Oh, Samina, I would have loved that too. Sometime we'll make that happen, I promise." I could not believe how erotic this experience was for me to hear her tell her story of rutting with multiple men. How she enjoyed it. How she wished I had been there to see her getting fucked hard. And I suppose to see my own inadequacy compared to them. Who would thought that my lusty wife was capable to this sort of behavior, when we had gotten married? a few weeks ago neither of us had given any thought to such unconventional behavior. I had just found out that my wife had been gangbanged...and we both loved it.
"How long did this all go on?" I asked.
"The men had planned to make a day of it. But Hal had to leave early in the evening t He fed me his 'sausage' before he left. The others stayed until I brought me home. They each gave me one last goodbye fuck.”
"Well, now I know what I meant last night when he said that you would be a big hit. I take it that the guys liked your shaved pussy?" I asked, my dick hard a rock.
"Oh, very much," Samina replied. "None of them had ever fucked a shaved one before. They were all particularly anxious to see what it was like to feel a smooth one, and I was happy to oblige them. I must say all the fingers roaming all over my pussy made for one very aroused me!”
"How'd that feel? Was it scratchy?" I asked.
"Only for a second," she replied. "Then my juices and the cum made it feel like velvet and I loved it all.”
"How many times did you cum?"
"I really don't know. A lot...an awful lot."
"I know that I have to cum one more time. Are you up to it?" I asked.
"For you, of course. I'm a good wife," she answered with a giggle, "but would you settle for a hand job? My pussy is really pretty sore right now."
“How about giving me a blow job?” I asked hopefully. Samina did not seem to keen on that, and fidgeted a little, so I decided not to push her. “But I'll take a hand job!” I said, making her smile. But I could not help but wonder why she was more than willing to blow all the guy's the previous day, but seemed not too happy to blow me? It did not matter at that point, as I was soon enjoying fucking her hand. Wow what a weekend this had turned out to be!
The encounter at Allen's seemed to have made a lasting impression on Samina. From that point on, any reluctance of shame that she might have felt about being a slut wife was gone to a very large extend. There were still men she might be hesitant about fucking, but now, she had a new sexual confidence about her. Like she knew what she wanted, and would get it no matter what. Social taboos, and norms be damned. I saw the change in her and liked it. Gone was the morose, stressed out Samina and in her place was the lovely woman I had married, but one who had now learnt to accept herself for what she was. Just as subconsciously I too was begging to accept her an my own true nature. I think as always, Samina was at least step, maybe even two or three ahead of me. She was maturing into the lifestyle faster than I was.
For me it was very disappointing that I had not been able to see Samina get fucked the last few times she had done it. For her it did not seem to matter that I was not there to see her enjoying herself, but rather, she had missed me, because she wanted me to see how inadequate I was compared to her lovers. I think that was why she was not too keen on giving me a blow job. She was still feeling those bigger cocks in her mouth, and did not want mine in there to take away from what she was feeling. Disappointment aside, I could almost understand why she felt that way, and that was what was so frustrating, I could not give her any argument why she was wrong, but subconsciously I believe she was right, even though I was not as yet ready to admit it to her or to myself.
Thus far, when I had watched Samina with Steve and Paco, it seemed like a game. A game of sexual pleasure that she received from them, and that I received from watching her with them. There was no deeper meaning to it. But things were about to take serious turn, in my cuckolding journey. It seemed per-ordained that it should happen now, as both of us had reached a stage where the next step could only have been one that was the first scoop of cement that would eventually plaster us to our respective roles. More than anything that had happened before, what happened next was truly an awakening for me, for Samina, it was just another encounter.
I think my wife Samina, had to a large extend started to compartmentalize our marriage. By that I mean that she had started to separate the emotional side of it from the physical. I was not there yet. To me it was still a fun game, while to her it was becoming more of a serious matter, a lifestyle choice, a way of life that would make her happy in every way.
After her last encounter with Allan and his friends, I remember feeling disappointed that I had not been able to watch her, a fact I mentioned to her one night. I think the disappointment in my voice probably made her feel sorry for me.
“Oh Umer, darling, I promise that the next two times I am with someone, I will insist that you be there to watch. OK?” She smiled at me.
“Thanks darling, I would love. I can't tell you how intensely erotic it is to see you that way!” I said.
“I am sure it must be!” Said Samina and then changed to subject to the latest gossip from her family back in Pakistan.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

There was one were very nervous person that evening in that motel room that warm Friday evening a few weeks later. I was the one! And even though the room was comfortably cool, I was sweating like a horse as I sat in the faded green plastic scoop chair by the side of the bed. You see true to her word, Samina had invited me to see her next big encounter.

The man who sat on the bed next to Samina was smiling. His name was Tony, a man from our gym who had been flirting a lot with Samina lately, dropping some very obvious hints that he was quite attracted to her. You see, for the past several weeks, because of our conflicting work schedules, we were not going to the gym together, but rather we would go whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Samina told me that she too was quite attracted to Tony, and felt that if she approached him, he would be more than willing to date her. However she promised me that she would inform him of the fact that should they go to bed, I would be present to watch. In the end that's exactly how it happened. One day while they were working out and he was spotting for her, Samina casually dropped a hint that she had an open Friday coming up, and would not mind ideas for what to do. Well that was all the encouragement Tony needed. They went out for dinner and movie that Friday, and set up a coffee date for the following Wednesday.
It was then that she mentioned her willingness to go to bed with him, but only on the condition that I be there to watch.
"I don't do stuff with guys," Tony said gruffly, not happy that I would be present.
"Neither does he!" Said Samina
"Then why doesn't he fuck you himself?" Tony asked.
"Well he does, but he also loves seeing me fuck other men!" She explained.
"Hmm, OK, I'll meet you two somewhere," Tony agreed. "We can get to know each other and if we all feel comfortable about it, we can go from there."
"As long as he can watch - I mean, he has to be in the same room," She reaffirmed "For his sake. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah," Tony added with a laugh. "That's the way I like it. So long as he does not touch me I'm fine with it. Matter of fact, it turns me on to have the husband in the room there watching as I pleasure his wife in ways he can't even dream of. Guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist!"
Samina came home that evening and told me all that had happened, and I have tried to capture the essential parts faithfully, above.
"I love you," Samina had told me, after I finally had gotten her to admit that, while she said she adored me, there was something missing sexually. She always denied it, but I suspected that her dissatisfaction was because of the size of my penis, and my staying power. Which while not all that bad, was nothing compared to some of what she had seen in her lovers. Recently I had noticed that she had started to occasionally bring up the subject, but almost always a joke, never seriously. And while she could not be sure that Tony was well hung, she did mention that his shorts always appeared to nicely packed.
After a somewhat awkward, but fairly pleasant dinner with Tony, with me sitting across from Samina and our new acquaintance, he whispered something in my wife's ear and excused himself to go to the bathroom.
"What do you think?" Samina looked at me with questioning eyes.
"He seems nice enough," I said, trying to sound confident.
"He looks like Rocky, a little," Samina suggested, noticing that Tony had a resemblance to the Italian Stallion of the boxing movies. "He seems to have a good body too. Construction, he said?"
"Yes," I said. "You look like very petite next to him" I said. Tony was at least a foot taller than her, and maybe 100 pounds heavier, almost all of it muscle "What did he say to you before he left?"
"He said that if we were still interested we should let him know when he got back," Samina said. "He said no hard feelings if we aren't - you know, but he said he - uh - liked me."
"He said he liked you?"
"He said..." Samina admitted, trying to find a way to delicately relay what she had been told. "Tony said he thinks I'm sexy and if I say the word he plans on fucking me all night long, even though he is not entirely comfortable with you being there to watch. But if that was the condition under which I would go to bed with him, he would gladly accept it. "
"Talking about me?" came the friendly voice of Tony, who reappeared as if on cue and slid into the seat beside my wife.
"Uh - yes," I admitted sheepishly. "As a matter of fact we were."
"And?"
I looked over at Samina, who looked first back at me, and then at Tony whose eyes had followed mine over to my wife, my indication that it was up to her. Taking a deep breath, Samina nodded yes, biting her lower lip as she did.
"You don't look scared." Tony said. "You have done this sort of think before haven't you?" He smiled
We both shook our heads no, which made Tony smile wider.
“True,” said Samina, “but this is the first time it actually planned, the previous times it just happened.”
"Good. Being scared would have made things a little more difficult" Tony said, reaching over and patting my wife's hand, his huge hairy paw making Samina's hand disappear.
"I think it's more a case of your size that's got my wife a bit nervous," I said, and started to explain that I meant the fact that at about 6'4" and 210-220 pounds or so, he looked twice the size of my petite Samina, but he misunderstood what I meant.
"That's right," Tony said. "You did say that you were looking for somebody with a large build, didn't you?"
As I sat there just a couple of feet away, Tony took Samina's hand and after looking around the restaurant, very subtly moved it under the table with his. It was obvious what he was doing and where his hand was heading, and it was just as clear from Samina's face when her hand got placed on Tony's crotch.
"How's that?" Tony said with a smile as Samina's eyes grew wide behind her glasses and her throat heaved with what seemed like a difficult swallow. "Satisfied?"
Our eyes met as Samina's head bobbed up and down quickly. It was happening there right in front of me. Tony had put Samina's hand on his crotch and she was doing something to him, and not being forced to either because Tony's hand had left hers and came up to the table top.
Startled, Samina quickly pulled her hand away after it occurred to her that whatever she had been doing she was doing on her own, and that got Tony to chuckle.
"Guess we better get going," I said, calling for the check. Samina's reactions had told me that this was probably the largest cock she had ever felt. Also, while Paco and Steve had been bigger than me in the penis department, theirs were not obscenely bigger. Samina had mentioned that one of the guys at I's was very very large, while the others were just bigger than me. With Tony, it appeared that she was venturing into uncharted territory.
As we walked out to the parking lot, I fell in behind Samina and Tony, who had his arm around her,as if she were his. “Is that how it goes, I wondered as we went to our separate cars for the short ride to the motel. Did I just give up my wife to this stranger for the night?”
"What were you doing under the table?" I asked Samina as we drove off with Tony right behind us.
"He put my hand on him," Samina said. "On the inside of his thigh."
"You were stroking his cock through his pants?" I asked and Samina nodded.
"He's big, isn't he?" I asked, not knowing what answer I wanted to hear. "He's got a big cock, right? A lot bigger than mine?"
"We don't have to do this," Samina said. "This was really your idea."
"You want to though, don't you?" I asked, and when Samina didn't answer I put my hand on her thigh and worked it under her skirt.
"Umer....." Samina whimpered as my hand brushed against the cotton panties briefly.
"You're wet," I said calmly before taking my hand out and grabbing her hand to bring it over to my lap, and after I had her grip the bulge in my slacks, which was much smaller but no less hard, I told her it was alright to be excited.
I kissed Samina before we climbed out of the car and went up to Room 124, and by the time I got the door opened Tony was beside us with a small satchel in his hand.
Tony removed a bottle of Chivas Regal from the case and after pouring Samina and himself a drink, said he was going to freshen up a bit. He grabbed me by the arm and led me away from Samina, whispering in my ear as he did.
"Get her ready for me, Umer," Tony said. "And remember, you watch and that's it. She's mine for the night now!"
I nodded and watched Tony go into the bathroom. From the other side of the door I could hear the shower being turned on, and I went over to Samina, who still looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Let's get you ready," I heard my voice squeak as I began to undress my wife for Tony.
"You look nervous," Samina smiled at me.
"I am a little." I said. "It feels so strange this time, almost like we are doing this for the first time. And in a way I guess it is, we have never planned one of these encounters before, they just happened. Which is why they were easier to do, I guess, we really did not have time to think and analyze, we just did it!" And Samina smiled in agreement.
I lifted the blouse over my wife's head and undid her bra, and as the padded 34C harness came off, Samina's hands instinctively came up and covered her perfectly shaped breasts, the large aureoles that covered so much of the teats puffed up and her crimson nipples erect.
"Don't hide them. They're beautiful," I assured her as I took off her skirt and panties, which were almost dripping wet.
Now Samina was naked, her petite waif-like body still looking wonderful in the soft light. I fluffed the faint wisp of black hair that grew around her opening, I shuddered at what was going to happen to that tiny cleft of a pussy.
"Wish I had brought something sexier," Samina said as she raised her arms to allow me to put on the mint green nightie.
I noticed that her satiny smooth underarms were glistening with sweat when she raised her arms, and even the back of her neck was damp, where her short blonde locks ended.
"It's not going to stay on that long," I told her as the shower got turned off. "Try to remember what we talked about."
I ran over and ripped off my clothes, throwing on my pyjamas and jumping into the chair while trying to hide my erection and look casual. The bathroom door opened and Tony came into the room, the steam that billowed behind him making him look like a performer making an entrance.
Wearing only a hotel towel that was so skimpy that it barely made it around his waist, Tony merely glanced in my direction before heading over to my wife, who looked greedily at him. Like I said before, she was at a level in our relationship that I had not reached as yet. Where she was completely comfortable, and looking forward to the evening, I was a nervous wreck, not sure what to feel.
Tony's body was as muscular as it had seemed to be, with the only real flaw I could see being a little thickness in the waist. His shoulders and chest were broad, and his biceps were massive. Below the towel, his thighs were like tree trunks and his calves bulged as he walked.
Tony had a very hairy chest, with the jet black hair looking like a rug from his neck on down, while on his smooth back was a large red and green tattoo of some kind of serpent, but while I had tried to pretend I didn't look, I had seen the bulge in the front of the moist towel just as Samina had.
Tony brought Samina over to the bed and they sat next to each other for a moment, with him whispering something in her ear before he reached over and took her face in his hands and kissed her. Samina seemed a little reluctant at first for some reason, but was soon returning the affection, and then she stood up.
"Mmmm," Tony said, as he reached over and took the hem of Samina's nightie in his hands, lifting it a little bit a first, checking out her pussy, before lifting it off of her.
Tony pulled Samina closer to him as he sat down. His mouth engulfed Samina's right breast, practically sucking on it hard, while massaging the left one. Soon Samina had a hand on was in Tony's scalp, pulling his face to her as he sucked on her teat.
Samina was shifting her weight from side to side as Tony devoured her breasts, glancing over at me as sweat poured down my face while I gripped the sides of the chair, and then Tony eased my wife down to her knees as he rose, towering over Samina like King Kong.
It was right around then that a thought occurred to me. I should just jump to my feet, grab Samina and run out the door. Go back home and go back to being a bland, 'normal; couple that we had once been , at the start of our marriage. I thought that maybe this wasn't us. I think that reaction in me was brought about by the fact that even though I had let her know that I was OK with her being with other men, all along, it was Samina who led the way. In my mind, that was not how I had intended for things to be, and now I felt, I was losing control of the situation. That made me feel very nervous. Yet in the pit of my stomach I felt that this was still the right thing to do. All these conflicting emotions were driving me mad as I watched Samina and Tony go at it. How could something look so wrong, yet feel so right? My erect penis left no doubt that at least sexually I could not find any reason to stop Samina from proceeding.
By then Samina's hands were going up to the knot in the towel, and it came open the second her fingers touched the cotton. The towel fell to the floor, making Tony naked as my wife was, and when I saw Samina's dainty hands come up and take his enormous organ by the root and give it a couple of timid pulls while bringing it to her lips, I let out a little choking sound. It was an involuntary noise I made, caused by my orgasm, which erupted in my pyjamas despite my hands still clutching the sides of the chair in a death grip. I could feel Tony's eyes on me as he stood there confidently, but my eyes were elsewhere.
Tony's cock was certainly as big as Samina had suggested, having to be at least 6 or 7" inches long as it hung down between his legs, and it added a couple of more inches, when it became fully erect a few minutes later, it still didn't make me feel any less inadequate as I felt my dripping dick shrivel.
Tony wasn't circumcised, which made it look even more intimidating, and the foreskin covered most of the beet-red glans of his cock before Samina peeled it back with her fists. Her eyes met mine for the briefest of seconds before her mouth opened wide and took in the bulbous head of his penis.
She was doing it. Sucking this virtual stranger's cock with and enthusiasm that she had done on mine. Her hands spinning and pulling at what her mouth could not take in, I watched Tony's bronze manhood begin to stiffen as Samina's lips slid up and down him, her saliva making it glisten.
Tony was smiling, his eyes focused on me as much as Samina, and then he pulled his tool out of Samina's mouth, encouraging her to work over his balls, which dangled low in their furry sac. Samina bent lower and licked at his nuts while Tony dropped his cock on top of her head. I felt my own penis shrivel up even more, as I watched with rapt attention, the scene unfolding in from of me. Clearly, Samina was as much a willing, and happy participant, as Tony was. My presence there did not seem to matter to her, as it did to Tony, who constantly shot triumphant glances my way.
After his balls had been worked over, Tony put his cock back in Samina's mouth and encouraged her to go further down the veined shaft. Her overstretched mouth was making it about half way down the length of him, and his hands were on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair while he coaxed her lips further down.
Samina used to brag about being able to deep throat me, but there was no way she was going to be able to do that with what had to be around 9 inches of cock. Gasping for air, my wife pulled away from the cock and licked at the tender opening, the knob dripping with her spit and his pre-cum.
Reaching down under her arms, Tony lifted Samina up and put her on the bed, spreading her thighs apart, as he climbed up top of her, and starting kissing her, his cock resting along her slit. Watching from behind, all I could see was the hairy crack of Tony's ass and the underside of his massive nuts, which swung around wildly kissed Samina.
I moved my chair around so I could see better, and watched Samina clutching at the bedding while arching her neck and moving her head from side to side as Tony loudly lapped at her sex. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees beside the bed, looking over at my wife as she tried to wrap her legs around Tony and pull him inside of her.
I thought Samina was about to cum when Tony suddenly raised up onto his knees. For a second I thought he was going to tell me to go sit back down where I was, but instead he just knelt there between Samina's legs, his enormous cock swaying in front of him as he moved in closer while I knelt there helplessly. He took his cock in his hand, and guided the head of it to my wife's wet opening, the fat head of his manhood looking as big as an apple as he worked it up and down Samina's slit, before pushing forward.
"Relax baby," Tony said as Samina cried out when the glans squeezed inside of her. "That's it. Oh man Samina, you're so tight."
Samina looked like she was about to go into a trance. Her face red and every vein and muscle in her neck and shoulders bulging as Tony slowly impaled her with his over-sized member. I watched the bronze weapon gradually disappear into Samina as she groaned, thrashing her arms around, her eyes glazing over, and a loud”ooooohhhhh” hiss escaping her lips.
Samina's hand came near me, and I instinctively grabbed her sweaty palm for a second as Tony began moving in and out of her pussy. He didn't have all of it in yet, but the 6" or so that he was using was driving her crazy. Samina yanked her hand out of mine and grabbed at Tony, squeezing his muscular shoulders while I leaned back and watched, my hand working over my re-energized dick.
The first time I watched my wife have an orgasm that evening, was strange moment. I didn't feel any jealously at all, but it was like I was sharing her pleasure as she made sounds that I never heard from her when we had sex, actually not even heard her make with Paco, or Steve.
When our eyes met, Samina looked dazed, like she had just gone twelve rounds with a prize fighter, but that wasn't the end of it, not by a long shot. Tony was like a machine, his cock like a piston as he worked it inside of my wife harder and deeper, the slapping sounds of their sweaty bodies colliding echoing in the little motel room.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina came again, and by then she had been pushed across the bed until her head and shoulders were hanging off the edge, while Tony relentlessly pounded into her. How could he do it? How could a man keep going like this, I wondered. And how lucky was he that not only was he hung like a horse, he knew how to use it too! I could not help but feel inferior and jealous. That look on her face, those deep sighs and moans of pleasure, I had not once been able to incite from her, and yet here she was showing that she was perfectly capable of making them, given the right circumstance. Puspha's words haunted me again, “some men have it, you don't!”

My cum was on the floor in front of me, a result of joining my wife in her last orgasm, and now. For the second time that night, I had cum without touching myself, something that had never happened before tonight. Tony was getting ready to cum himself, as he slowed his thrusting down.
"Gonnaaaa cuuuuum," Tony cried out, as he looked down between Samina's legs, where most of his thick, veiny cock was buried deep inside her pussy. I saw Samina's body twitch as Tony groaned, no doubt sending his seed deep into my wife as she clutched his biceps hard.
It was over. Tony slowly pulled his deflating cock out of Samina and stayed positioned between her spread thighs, his hands moving up and down her silky legs as his cock hung limply down.
"That was good, babe," Tony said. "We're going to have some fun tonight."
I looked at Samina, who looked like a drowned rat as she welcomed Tony with open arms when he bent over and kissed her before getting up and waddling over to the Chivas Regal and pouring them another drink.
"You okay honey?" I whispered while trying to brush the hair off of the side of her head where is was plastered, and she gave me a weak little smile in return.
My eyes travelled down her frail looking body, which was dripping wet from the sweat - sweat of the two of them - and between her legs. Her poor little pussy was still open, the gaping hole red and distressed while a tiny stream of semen trickled out of her.
"I'll leave you two alone for a minute," Tony said, looking over at me. "I know what you want."
I didn't. I really didn't at that point, I thought Samina would probably like to be left to her own thoughts, as she recovered from those intense orgasms, and I felt like I was almost intruding on her. But when I heard the bathroom door close behind Tony I found myself climbing onto the bed and assuming the same position that Tony had earlier. My semi-turgid dick fell into Samina's gaping, wet hole, and I don't even think she knew I was inside her at first.
"I love you so much," I said, feeling the fluids inside of Samina around my dick, and if I hadn't just cum a little while ago I would have again.
Instead, I just lay there as Samina's hands went up and down my arms while my cock swam in the ocean created by their lovemaking. Climbing off of the bed, I went over to the bottle of scotch, and helped myself to a shot as Tony came back into the room.
Tony looked over at me, and it was then that I realized that my pyjamas were on the floor beside the bed and I was standing there, as naked as they both were. I saw his eyes look over at my dick, which had never looked smaller than it did now, and while Tony didn't laugh, I could see a little smirk in the corner of his mouth as he surveyed my equipment
As much as I was totally absorbed in seeing Samina was being ravished, I wondered if she might be willing to put an end to these activities. For the first time, I felt my ego threatened. But at the same time, there was this rather reluctant acceptance that I could not give her what Tony had. This I think was the first wall to come tumbling down. And that fact that I did not resist it as hard I could have, I think spoke volumes about where my mind stood.
At home, once was usually it, but this wasn't the Samina of home. This woman, while perhaps looking to me like she had enough sex for the night, clearly hadn't, any more than her new lover did. It was obvious that for the man, who reeked of virility, once was not nearly enough but had merely served as an appetizer.
They were going at it again in less than a half hour, and now Tony was more restrained, driving Samina to new heights as he used his weapon masterfully while making her orgasm again and again. She was like a rag doll in his hands, being manipulated in all kinds of positions to suit his fancy, while I sat back in the plastic chair and stroked my dick.
It seemed like hours before Tony shot his load into my wife again, and after he rolled off of her I was certain it was over for the night. Instead, Tony slipped on his slacks and announced that he was going outside for a breath of fresh air.
I could understand that, because the room was like a sauna, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and as Tony left I watched Samina get up off the bed, or at least try to. Her thighs were bowed apart, and she walked like she had just gotten off a horse, while I could see the juices drooling out of her pussy and onto the insides of her thighs and the floor. None of the previous times that I had seen her getting fucked, had come close to preparing me for what I had witnessed that night. It was a truly eye-opening experience, one which told me that it was almost impossible for us to go back to being a 'normal' couple. In a way it was almost a sense of relief, as in my heart of hearts I knew that was the right thing to do, no matter how much I fought it!
"Let me help you," I said, jumping up and grabbing Samina around her shoulders and helping her to the bathroom. I stood inside with her as she gingerly sat down on the toilet and let loose with a torrent of pee while looking up at me with a smile.
"Did he hurt you? I asked, noticing the way she was grimacing with every movement, but she shook her head no.
"It's good, isn't it?" I asked. "Sex with Tony, I mean."
"Yes, it is. How about you? How do you feel?" Samina countered.
"I'm happy if you're happy," I responded. "I can't believe how many times you've cum."
"Me neither," Samina said meekly.
"Is that it?" I asked. "Is he going to leave now?"
"No," Samina said. "He told me he's staying the night."
"Oh," I answered, not realizing that.
"He wants to...," Samina said before stopping as she stood up.
"Wants to what?"
"He wants to have sex with me - another way," Samina replied.
"Another way?"
"You know," Samina said, scrunching up her face. "He wants to fuck my ass!"
The thought of that horrified me, and I immediately told her that she didn't have to do that.
"I know. That's what I told him," Samina said.
"Good," I said. "You don't want to, do you?"
"No," Samina said, but her answer wasn't the assertive no that meant that it was totally out of the question, but more like something she had thought about and might still be considering, with her only fear the size of his penis.
I still remembered the way Samina carried on when she had let me take her anally a few times in the early months of our marriage, and if what I had used on her hurt her like she said it did, I shuddered at the thought of something like Tony's cock pounding deep into her rectum.
The two of them had sex once again, and that made three orgasms for Tony and myself, and who knows how many for Samina. After they finished, I excused myself and went in to take a shower, and when I returned to the room the lights were off and the only illumination came from the lights outside that snuck in through the blinds.
The bed they had been using was empty, and the two of them were under the sheet of the previously unused bed, giggling as they nuzzled in the dark. Clearly, I was expected to lay in the other bed, the one they had used all night.
The sheets were covered with all sorts of bodily fluids, now cold against my skin as I crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep, staring over at my wife and her lover in the semi-darkness. My eyes were accustomed to the dimness of the room when I saw the sheet come off of the two of them. A glance over at the clock revealed that it was 2:30 in the morning, which meant I had been staring at the other bed for over two hours.
Samina knelt in front of Tony, his cock was standing straight up in the air, looking like a monolith in Samina's grasp, and then she bowed her head and began to go down on him. The dark brown mop-top was bobbing up and down, her fists spinning as she sucked his cock reckless abandon, as if nothing else in the world mattered to her.
Silently, I rolled out from under the sheets and crawled over to the side of their bed, my face just a few inches from Tony's hairy thigh as Samina sucked him hard and fast. She hadn't seen me there at first, and I realized from his body movements that she was going to make him cum, and furthermore it was clear that she was going to do something she had never done for me. I do not mean that she had never given me a blow job, its just that she had never let me cum in her mouth, but apparently she had no such qualms about Tony!
Samina finally saw me staring at them just before Tony came, and while she averted her eyes from mine she didn't stop and he erupted in her mouth. Her lips kept going up and down his cock while trickles of semen began drooling out of the corners of her mouth. I felt very strongly jealous, but also felt another emotion - and it was an emotion that I never inadequacy.
Maybe Samina sensed this, because as she let Tony's limp cock flop onto his belly she leaned over toward me. "I love you," Samina said so softly that it was almost like she was communicating telepathically as she mouthed the words while her face came over to mine.
I looked inside of that mouth, the teeth glittering with their usual pearly white brilliance, and saw the cum which coated her tongue and gums, she wiggled her tongue and showed me Tony's cum swirl around in her mouth, before she swallowed it all in one big gulp, then licked her lips to take in what was there. I thought I would explode in another orgasm there and then.
I went back to my cum-stained bed while Samina cuddled with Tony. The aroma of their sex filled my senses, and as they slept I jerked off, adding my seed to that of Tony's and my wife, which had already saturated the bedding beneath me.
The next morning, when I woke up the motel room was empty, but there was a sound coming from the bathroom. I got out of bed and went to over there to investigate. Tony was in there, fully dressed for the most part. As my wife would tell me later, he was preparing to leave when he saw something that he couldn't resist, the sight of Samina heading to the shower.
Samina was naked and bent over, her hands bracing herself on the tub in front of her, while Tony fucked her from behind. For a minute I thought that Tony was taking her ass, like he had wanted to, but he was just fucking her doggie style. He was quick and rather brutal, holding my petite wife up by the hips and skewering her with his massive cock while Samina grunted with every deep thrust. Tony growled as he came, and after letting her go, gave her a kiss of the cheek and gave me a playful slug on my arm before brushing by me and out of the room.
"Wasn't my idea," Samina said as she looked at me with a guilty expression.
"You could have said no," I suggested, and Samina only shrugged as she turned on the shower.
"Later for that," I snapped, grabbing my wife by the arm and bringing her into the main room.
I could see the fear in her eyes as she saw a side of me she wasn't familiar with, and actually raised her arm to shield her face as she must have thought for a second that was going to do the unthinkable - to hit her. But I kissed her hard, and she kissed back.
“I love you so much I said. And I am so happy that you enjoyed yourself. I wish I could pleasure you like that!” I said looking deep into her eyes.
“Darling, I love you too. And it does not matter that you cannot pleasure me like Tony, or Paco, or Steve, or I and friends did. You make up for it in so many other ways. You have given me the freedom to enjoy myself with no fear of upsetting you. That to me means more than anything else. I love you!” Samina kissed me again, and I could only smile at her, but inside I was feeling wonderful. I don't think she had any idea just how much her words reassured me, strengthened my resolve, but also confirmed that the point of no return was fast approaching, if in fact it had not already been crossed.
On the way home, I asked Samina, "maybe we can see Tony again?"
"I don't think so," Samina said. "He told me that he only did couples one time and that was it. He likes fresh meat, I guess. So that was it for me, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I agree to let him take me anally," Samina said after taking a deep breath. "He said he would agree to meet me again for that."
"Oh?" What else did he say? About us getting together again maybe?"
"That was it," Samina said, but then added. "He did say that he thought you were queer, or bisexual because of the way you were looking at him. He told me that's the way it is with most couples he parties with. He said the guy..."
"Go on," I said after Samina hesitated. "I want to know everything."
"He told me that the guy in these situations often wants to be with a guy and uses it as an excuse to fulfil his fantasies," Samina explained, hesitating a second before finishing. "He says that the guy almost always has a little penis too."
"Like mine?"
"Yes," Samina admitted. "Just like yours." Samina did not seem averse to saying this out loud any more. A strange thrill went through me when she said that.
"Do you think that's why I went along with this?" I asked. "To be with another guy?"
"Went along with it?" Samina challenged. "It was your idea. You set it up."
"I know," I answered. "Well?"
"You would know the answer to that better than I would."
"You want to do that again, don't you?" I asked my wife. "Be with another guy, with me watching."
"Yes," Samina told me. "I made you a promise." She was dead serious.
"Of course," I said. "I have to be there to protect you."
"Protect me?" Samina said, giggling at the thought of me as her bodyguard. "Can you imagine what Tony would do to you if he was mad? His arms are as big as your thighs."
"Guess you're right," I admitted. "If he was indeed that kind of guy he could have done what he wanted to me, and no matter how much I struggled I would have been powerless to stop him."
"What do you mean?" Samina asked. "I was talking about him being able to kick your butt."
"That's what I meant too," I said, but I wasn't all that sure what I meant anymore. But we both had a good laugh together.
While the encounter with Tony was one we will not soon forget, the one that followed was one, I am sure we will never forget.
Samina never had a shortage of potential lovers, everywhere there were many candidate. After Tony, she told me that she would select another man, whom I could watch her with. The best way she thought was for her to go out alone as much as possible. So over the next few weeks she was pretty much alone whenever she went out, whether it was to do something as simple and mundane as grocery shopping, to going to a club. She did meet quite a few men, but none of them seemed to appeal to her. You see Samina is very picky, and can afford to select the best.
Eventually she told me, she had met a suitable candidate. She gave his name as Wilson.
"You sure?" I asked. “Tell me more about him, please!”
"I'm positive! And he is 48 years old," Samina said aloud. "He is not a large man, only about 5'6" and 130 pounds or so. Still I liked him and his attitude. So I thought he was a good potential lover. Plus he has assured me of total discretion, and I believe him.”
“What, you have told him you are married?” I was shocked.
“I didn't have to darling,” Samina laughed. “He knew all along.”
“How?” I asked.
“You'll see, I promise.” Samina was being deliberately mysterious and I dropped the matter at that point. She would tell me, when she was ready to.
“He is a very nice man Umer,” Samina said sternly. “But I am a little worried about something.”
“What Samina?” I asked.
"This is probably something that....should matter, but I thought you should know he is not white." Samina explained.
"Okay, so what's the problem?" I said, naturally assuming that 'Wilson' was either black or Cuban, both races were quite common in Florida, and I really did not have any objection to Samina sleeping with them. “I don't care what his race is.”
“That's great darling!” Samina let out a sigh of relief. “Good, I can't wait for all of us to meet on Friday night!”
Our 'date' with 'Wilson' was scheduled for 8:00 pm at a local restaurant, and we reached it a little before the appointed time. We sat in a deserted corner of the lounge, nursing a couple of drinks as we watched the clock change from 8:04 to 8:05.
"Maybe we're getting stood up," I suggested.
"Maybe, but I doubt it. He is probably running late at work, I forgot to tell you, that he is a high-powered executive." Samina said, half-joking.
"Really? He sounds more and more interesting. Oh, and by the way you look sensational tonight."
Indeed, Samina looked very vibrant, and had ever since her time at Allens. Her sexual appetite had increased by leaps and bounds, as had mine, and while we were both nervous we had looked forward to tonight all week.
"Uh-oh!" I said when I saw a familiar face enter the bar and ease into a stool.
"What's wrong?" Samina asked.
"Don't turn around," I cautioned. "It's Mr. Manchanda from my office." Mr. Manchanda was the VP of research and development at my company, and was known to be a brilliant genius. And although his official portfolio was R&D, his influence was felt throughout the company, as he had significant roles in the manufacturing and marketing divisions as well. It was said that after the company CEO, he was the most important and powerful man in our company. He also enjoyed a stellar reputation, as being honest to a fault, and was known throughout the small Indo-Pak community as being a leader. He also sat on the boards of several Indo-Pak friendship committees, and had spoken and written extensively on the history of that part of the world, the subject being a hobby of his.

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Mr. Manchanda was active in the community and along with Samina and a few other people, was actively involved in fund raising efforts, and arranging social mixers and gathering. No 'desi' community gathering, or event was considered a success if he did not grace it with his presence. He and I often had discussions about how well the two communities seemed to blend together and become friends over here, yet back there, peace seemed like a remote dream. Definitely not the man I wanted to be witnessing our attempt at a rendezvous in this bar!

"Too late," I said as he saw me from the other end of the bar, and after paying for his drink he began walking towards us.
"hello Samina and Umer." Mr. Manchanda said in his usual friendly tone. "Out for a night on the town?"
"Uh - just having a drink, sir" I said.
"Have a seat, Mr. Manchanda," Samina said, always the courteous one.
"Yes, by all means," I said. "We were going to meet someone here, but I think we might be getting stood up."
"Oh?" Mr. Manchanda said as he slid into the seat opposite us. "I think you might be wrong about that... Umer."
I knocked over my glass, which was mercifully almost empty, and as we combined our efforts to clean up my mess I tried to think of something to say. Something to explain away what we were doing here, and I came up empty. "I...I....I.... had no idea it was you, Mr. Manchanda," I finally said. "Obviously, Samina never told me." I eyed my wife angrily, only see her smile at my discomfort.
"Hahaha, and I have had the advantage of knowing all along, thanks to Samina.," Mr. Manchanda said with a smile.
"This is very embarrassing," I admitted with a nod toward my wife, whose smile was getting wider. "What you must think of us?"
"It would be difficult for me to throw stones at anyone else, given the fact that I'm here as well," Mr. Manchanda declared. "Aren't we all looking for happiness? I think the fact that we met like this is rather special. You see, I've always been very attracted to Samina."
Samina smiled and said “Thank Raj.” It was apparent that she knew him well enough by now to call him by his first name.
"And Umer" Mr. Manchanda repeated. "Raj as well. Mr. Manchanda seems so formal, and we are all friends here right?"
I nodded slowly, racking my brains to figure out why Samina would pick him, and really hoping that he was the discrete kind, as he had promised.
"Like I was saying, I've always be very fond of Samina," Raj confessed. "So cute and such a tiny little thing too. Probably the most beautiful woman, I have seen since my wife passed away."
Samina blushed at that, and as I watched Raj's impeccably manicured hand reach over and pat Samina's hand softly, I couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight of his long dark fingers - such a stark contrast to the naturally lightly tanned skin he was touching. I knew Indian's and Pakistani's come in many shades, but by any standard Raj Manchanda was very very dark indeed, almost black.
How did I feel about this? I must confess that it was not prejudice, that worried me about Samina and Raj being together. Rather it was the fact that Raj was so intimately connected to so many other, important aspects of our lives. So there was a certain degree of trepidation involved when I would associate with someone from who could create serious problems for us both professionally, and in the community.
Raj Manchanda, on the other hand, was a respected member of our community, and did have his own reputation to protect, so that made me feel a little better that it was in his interest as well, to be discrete as well. Once again i decided to trust Samina's judgement. She seemed to have sixth sense about these things, and thus far had always been spot on.
"So I leave this up to you two," Raj said as he drained his drink and set the glass back down. "I understand completely if you would rather not continue with the plan, but I assure you that I'm most interested and am not bothered at all by the fact that we already know each other a little. Either way, no one besides us will ever know a thing about our meeting like this." Raj said confidently.
I looked at Samina, who was smiling. Her look told me that she wanted to continue.
"We would still meet socially, and that will be nice. And Umer, you needn't worry about your career, I can assure you that your response tonight whether yes or no, will have no bearing on our professional relationship.” Raj said, and such was his reputation for honesty, that I believed him.
I exchanged glances with Samina, whose eyes gave me the answer I was looking for. Clearing my throat, I spoke to Raj. "We want this to happen. Uh - I usually get a motel room," I said, by voice cracking a bit, and then laughed at that. "Usually? We've only done this once before, but that was what we did that time. I haven't gotten a room yet tonight."
"Then there's no need for that," Raj said. "That is, if you don't mind coming over to my place. I think we'll all be more comfortable there."
As you would expect, Raj Manchanda's place was amazing, to put it mildly. He had a condo on the fifth floor of a building that overlooked the park and provided a fantastic view of the city. I could tell Samina was bowled over by his place and the way it was decorated, obviously by a professional.
There was fabulous Indian and Pakistani art and antiques everywhere, and the furnishings were tasteful and very expensive looking. I suspected that his black leather sectional probably cost more that all of our furniture put together, and as Raj gave us a tour, we discovered that we hadn't seen anything yet.
The bedroom was unreal. There was a mirror above what had to be the biggest bed I had ever seen. A water-bed, as it turned out, and seeing that sent a chill down my spine. This was the bachelor pad of all bachelor pads, and I wondered how many women had swooned when they saw it, and found themselves on those black satin sheets. Raj had a reputation as a ladies man, but it was generally believed that he preferred blondes. His wife having passed way from cancer complications a few years earlier, he had since taken the single life and was not determined never to get married again, “where would I find a woman like Sapna ever again,” he had told a mutual friend of ours, after she had tried to fix him up with someone, and he had refused, stating that he had no intention of every marrying again.
"Since my wife passed," Raj said after Samina complimented him on his exquisite taste. "I haven't had anybody to spend money on but myself, so I kind of got a little crazy here."

Raj, excused himself, and when he was gone I asked Samina how she was feeling about all of this. "This place is like something out of a magazine," Samina said as she looked around the room.
"That's not what I meant."
"You mean Raj?" Samina asked, her pale blue eyes twinkling behind her glasses. "He's very nice, isn't he? I have always liked him"
"Do you want him?" I asked. "There's still time to back out."
Samina didn't say anything but just slowly shook her head no.
She looked so adorable in her breezy lime green summer outfit. An outfit that would be coming off soon, I knew. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing, but my dick was hard. “But why?” I asked her.
“Well you'll see for yourself soon. Ever since that time, I did the bhangra with him at Nitin Sharma's wedding, I have wanted him.” Samina explained seriously
"Forget I'm here," I said to my wife, kissing her on the cheek.
"Can't," Samina said, and then added something that she hadn't mentioned before.
"When you are around, I can't just forget you are. I need to know what you are doing.”
"Really?"
"Yes," Samina admitted, and I pecked her cheek again.
"Tony," Samina said in a shaky voice as she referred to the man who had introduced us to the lifestyle the previous weekend. "He was so big. I can't imagine Raj being that large, seeing how small his body is."
"I don't know if that has anything to do with it," I told my wife, wondering what she was hoping for. "Anyway, one way or another I think you're about to find out. Or do you already know?” It suddenly hit me that during their dance, Samina and Raj may have bumped a few times, and maybe she had felt something in his crotch.
Samina just gave me a cryptic smile.
Raj, returned with a bottle of wine, a crisp Chardonnay that soothed my parched throat, and after we enjoyed the wine he took Samina's glass away, setting it down on the dresser before walking back and standing behind her.
The room around me was so alien that I felt like I was in a movie. The lighting - it was so soft and glowing yet you couldn't tell were it was coming from. It was as if the walls emitted a faint glow that lit the room subtly, and adding to the surreal vision was the sight of Raj Manchanda standing behind Samina, his hands on her shoulders.
"I want to thank you, Umer," Raj said in that velvet tone that sounded more like a purr than a voice. "Thank you for giving me this most precious of gifts. The loan of your beautiful wife for too short a short time."
Raj kissed the top of Samina's head before taking off her glasses and handing them to me. They were both facing me, with Raj still behind Samina, and although they were only a couple of feet away from me, it felt like a mile.
"What a glorious creature you are, a special creation indeed," Raj whispered in my wife's ear as his hands reached around her and undid the buttons with a smoothness that was amazing, and now Samina's blouse was being taken off of her slender shoulders and set aside.
Raj, was nuzzling into Samina's neck while his hands went along Samina's arms. I could see the faint down standing up on her forearms, which were now covered with goosebumps, and then Raj's hands were undoing the single clasp between the cups of my wife's bra – a brand new silky, sexy one, that she had bought just for the occasion, and as the cups came away and the lovely buds of her perky breasts were revealed, Raj's disproportionately long fingers cradled them lovingly.
"How I've dreamed of seeing you like this! That night when you danced with me, it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping off your clothes and off, and then when you approached me in the supermarket....well it was a like a dream come true!" Raj said as he caressed Samina's breasts. "No, my dreams were unworthy of you. You're breathtaking."
Now I knew where Samina had first approached Raj. And in the ensuing weeks she had made sure that he had no problem with her being married, would not object to being watched, and most importantly was reliable and trustworthy. I was in awe of the woman I had married! She was not only perfect, but her approach to cuckolding me so far was pure genius.
Raj's style was amazing. Samina wasn't anything like the woman Raj had ever been with before. And sounded so sincere and passionate, I believe he was being completely truthful about all the things he was saying about Samina, who was melting in his arms.
Samina's eyes were rolling back in her head as her hands went up and back, her hands embracing Raj's bald head as he continued to nibble at her neck. His fingers moved gracefully all over her waif-like torso, even somehow knowing how sensitive Samina's underarms were, as I watched her entire body shudder as his thumbs slid over the satiny smooth hollows several times.
Suddenly Samina's clothes were coming off! Raj's fingers caressed the sparse wisp of brown fuzz, that guarded her sex, which was so wet I could see it glisten from where I stood, and then she was turned around to face him. They kissed and embraced, and then Samina's fingers were going down the row of buttons on Raj's silk shirt. My wife's hands were not a graceful in their movements, as Raj's had been. But that was just because she was trembling so much, either from nerves or excitement, maybe a mixture of both.
Raj's 48 year old body was in great shape, slender like mine but his wiry upper torso was slightly more muscular than my own. A tiny necklace with a swastika, was hanging from his neck, and that along with the purplish nipples were all that broke the smooth blackness. I was surprised to see just how hairless he was. Maybe he got a wax job every so often, but it did not seem that way.
I strange thought occurred to me, as I saw Samina undo his belt. How did we get to this point, and why am I enjoying watching this? This should be me that Samina was undressing with barely restrained excitement, but then as the tailored slacks came down and Raj stepped out of them, I knew exactly why it wasn't me.
The tip of Mr. Raj Manchanda's cock was what I saw first, probably right around the time that Samina did, the long foreskin completely hiding the head of his penis. Why that got my attention so abruptly, along with Samina's, was that the end of Raj's cock was peeking out from the inside leg of his boxer shorts! How could this be? Well, Raj's boxers weren't the real baggy kind, and seeing the outline of his manhood in those white satin boxers was a mind-boggling sight. Even taking into account how short Raj was, it was still unreal to see a man's penis hanging down so close to his knees!
Up to that point, my own penis had been straining to get hard against the confines of my jockey's, but seeing Raj's massive hanger, I felt myself start to soften, as I realized that there was no way in hell I could compete with that!
Samina's hand was running down along the bulge, her fingers grazing the exposed bit of cock before she ran her hand back up. As she did, I could see Raj's foreskin retract slightly, exposing the head of his member, the black cherry color of the glans glowing against the rich darkness of the rest of his penis.
"Can't believe...," I heard Samina say softly, her eyes looking glazed as she looked at the eyes of the black man just a few inches taller than she was.
"Can't believe what, my lovely Samina?" Raj said softly.
"I can't believe how big you are," I heard Samina whisper, her timid words and halting voice almost enough to make me cum as she rubbed the almost alien shape beneath the satin. "I'm scared."
"All for you, Samina honey," Raj said in response, and with a flick of the wrist the snap of the boxer shorts opened and they fell to the ivory colored carpet. "Don't be scared of it. I'm just a man, just like Umer is. I know you want it, just like I want you."
“Yessss!” Hissed Samina, “I have wanted it since I felt it against my ass when we danced together. You did that deliberately, didn't you?”
“Guilty as charged!” Smiled Raj, looking into Samina's eyes, then kissing her.
My own memories floated back to a time when I first gotten and internet connection, all those years ago when I was still a student. Sometimes when I would surf around adult websites, I had seen my share of men that I considered to be genetic freaks, with cocks that were so gigantic that they defied belief. Seeing a picture or a movie, however, does not compare with actually seeing someone in the flesh who was so incredibly well-endowed like Raj, and as Samina's hand came up to grab it I could tell she was as stunned as I was.
I could think of only one other cock as large as this one, but the guy who owned it was a good 4-5 inches taller than Raj. On Raj it looked freakish. Massively thick at the base, the sleek black cock tapered somewhat from there, with a single bulging vein that went down the topside until disappearing about halfway down. Making Raj look even bigger was the fact that he had no pubic hair, exposing the entirety of the stump of his cock.
He would later tell us that he started removing his pubic hair when he spotted a grey one a couple of years ago, and now got himself regularly waxed at a salon, which he insinuated was a wonderful experience as well. In that room at the time, all I knew that Raj's cock had to be close to a ten inches long when fully erect, and as he put his hand on Samina's shoulder and guided her down to her knees, I wondered how much bigger it would get when it got hard.
I happened to glance over at Raj, who motioned for me to get undressed, since I stood out like sore thumb fully clothed. Feeling a mixture of shame and exhilaration, I mechanically did as Raj asked while Samina's hands wrapped themselves around the shaft of his cock and brought the plum-like head to her mouth. The loud ragged breath that came from my throat went unnoticed as I watched Samina trying to get your lips down as far as she could, her tiny fingers gripping the rest of Raj's enormous manhood like it was a baseball bat.
I got naked, and Raj smiled when he saw my dick bobbing in front of me, as long and thick as it would ever be, and even though I looked like pathetic needle in comparison, I made no effort to hide myself from his eyes, almost revelling in showing Raj my shortcomings. In fact, when Raj motioned for me to come over next to him, I did so. Raj wrapped his arm around my shoulder, the scent of some kind of exotic body oil filling my senses as I stood next to him.
"Give your man some love too," Raj said, pulling me closer so that we were not only touching, but placing me at an angle where our cocks were in my wife's face. "Give us both some love."
Samina grabbed my dick and brought it over next to Raj's and began to go back and forth between the two of us. If there was ever a moment that the absurd differences in our anatomies were defined, it was then when our cock were side by side. I may have been a fully grown man, but next to Raj I felt like a child, with my tiny pale dick dwarfed by the immense dark cock it rested against. Then they were touching, my little acorn glans brushing against Raj's bulbous purplish helmet as Samina first tried to fit us both in her mouth at once, and then resorted to darting back and forth to the two of us, licking and sucking the heads of our dicks.

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The instant I felt the warmth of Raj's cock as it began rubbing against mine, I knew what was going to happen. I tried not to look at our cocks being squished together in Samina's fists, but I could no more not look than I could resist what was about to happen.

Helplessly, I cried out while I ejaculated all over Raj's manhood and Samina's mouth, the tingling sensation overwhelming my shame until I finished cumming.
"That's it, honey," Raj purred, running his hand through Samina's hair. "Clean it all up. She is good, isn't she?"
I nodded, even though I knew, and I think that Raj knew as well, that my orgasm wasn't triggered my my wife's cock-sucking abilities, but by the comparison of seeing his cock dwarfing my own. I was surprised that Samina had not burst our laughing when she saw the difference.
"Feed it to her," Raj whispered to me as my dick drooped down and Samina abandoned it so that she could concentrate on Raj. "Give your wife my cock."
I didn't understand at first, but Raj took my hand and brought it down to his manhood. He didn't force my hand on it, but I found my hand grasping at the cock nonetheless, only the second one I had ever held outside of my own.
Raj's semi-turgid cock of was heavy and felt alive as I gripped it. It felt rubbery, feeling almost gelatinous in my hand, and I replaced my wife's hand with my own and began to pull on the elastic weapon. Immediately, I felt Raj's cock surge in my grasp, the blood pulsating through his member while I worked it in and out of Samina's mouth as she knelt in front of him with her eyes looking up at us.
"Nice. What a nice couple you are. Go behind me now, Umer. Keep giving Samina my cock."
Wordlessly I went behind Raj as he asked and reached around her slender hips, grabbing his cock as if it were my own, and although at first I tried to avoid the rest of our bodies touching, soon I found myself leaning on the shorter man's back while feeding his cock to my wife, whose mouth was going down nearly half the length of him.
My semi-hard dick was poking at the crack of Raj's ass, but he didn't seem to mind, so I leaned over his shoulder so I could watch Samina suck his stiffening cock, which wasn't getting longer, but seemed to be contracting somewhat as it became erect.
Raj's cock was still enormous, mind you, but it hadn't gotten bigger, which was merciful in a way. Samina's saliva had the 5 inches or so that she was able to take in her mouth glistening, and provided lubricant of sorts for my hand to pump the rest of the shaft. His cock felt so foreign to me, so very much different than my own, that I found myself drawn to it, by a mixture of respect, jealous, and a kind of weird fascination. The foreskin slid freely up and down while I jacked him off, which was a feeling that excited me, and his pulsating penis actually felt like a living thing - ironically like the snake it resembled.
"That's nice," Raj said, reaching back and taking my free hand and bringing it up to his nipple, encouraging me to squeeze the bud as I kept giving Samina his dick. "I like the feel of your body against my back."
It was as if my body was doing things without my direction, touching another man like this for really the first time. I let my hand slide down his flat stomach and grab his cock, and now with my arms encircling Raj's small torso, with both hands I held his penis while Samina let us use her mouth like a receptacle. It was like my wife was worshipping Raj's cock, as she knelt before him and let him fuck her face. And why not, I thought? Something as incredible as this deserved respect and admiration. She had a distant look in her eyes, the kind a person gets when totally dedicated or devoted to task, like you are lost to it. I felt jealousy rise, as I knew I would never be able to bring such a look to Samina's eyes.
As for me, standing behind Raj like this was allowing me to pretend that the outrageous appendage in my hands belonged to me, permitting me to vicariously imagine being so spectacularly endowed and stretching my wife's little mouth to the hilt.
"I'll take it from here, my brother," I heard Raj say as he moved away from me and took Samina over to the bed.
The bed was so huge that I managed to get on without causing a ripple, and I was up around my wife's head while Raj was fingering at her pussy and peeking up through the sparse fur to see her reaction as he caressed, and penetrated her sex with his fingers.
"Please," I heard Samina whimper, and she was kinda begging for Raj to stop fingering her, but from the look in her eyes I knew what she was really pleading for, and from the sound of her voice Raj knew as well.
Moving slowly, Raj got up from his belly and up onto his knees, his cock swaying around obscenely in front of him like a third leg as he moved between my wife's parted thighs. Taking his cock in his fist, Raj brought the bulb of his cock to Samina's pussy and pushed it in a bit before pulling it back out. Nothing in her previous experience, had come close to this. A few of the men she had been with so far, had been almost a long as Raj was, but, none of them were as thick, and she was almost salivating at the thought of Raj ripping her apart.
Samina was making sounds that sounded like sobbing as she reached down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading herself open as wide as she could while pushing her pussy toward Raj. Raj kept dipping the tip of his cock into Samina and then retracting it, rubbing his member up and down her channel and enjoying watching my wife squirm. He kept doing this, and it was driving us both half out of our minds as we waited for him to squeeze that monstrous organ into Samina's tiny channel, which was already creaming. I had always suspected that she creamed far more than the norm, at least that is what my experience comparing it to other women had led me to believe.
"Give it to her," I whispered inaudibly, wanting to see that huge dark cock slam into Samina as badly as she did, but Raj kept teasing and teasing until Samina couldn't stand it anymore.
"Please, Raj," Samina cried softly. "Fuck me."
With that Raj slid closer to my wife and this time he didn't pull his cock out, instead moving into her until half of his spear was in her, pushing that still rubbery-looking cock through the resistance. Samina arched her back and looked up at her reflection in the mirror above her and let out a guttural moan. It was an amazing sight. Raj didn't move his hips, but just knelt between Samina's legs and moved his cock in and out of her pussy with his fist, like it was a dildo instead of something attached. A few plunges in and out afterwards, Samina came, her thick, velvety cream covering Raj's cock all the the way to the Raj's bald crotch, and shuddered uncontrollably like she was having a seizure of sorts.
Only then did Raj begin to really fuck my wife, suspending himself over her with his muscular arm while thrusting in and out of Samina. He was only using a little more than half of his prodigious organ, with the absurdly thick bottom part of the shaft stretching Samina's pussy to the extreme while Samina thrashed beneath him.
Samina came again finally, and then Raj did as well, letting out a loud moan as he filled her pussy with his seed, and after he pulled his shiny black snake out of Samina's pussy, a torrent of his semen poured out and down between her butt cheeks. Only then did I release the death grip I had on my dick, thus letting my orgasm squirt harmlessly on the bedding unnoticed.
Raj looked at his massive penis, seeing it covered by Samina's yellowish cream. “Damn woman, you cream more than any woman I have ever been with, no wonder you could take me so easily. You lucky slut!” He rubbed his penis against Samina's vagina, leaving a trail of his own sperm and her creamy discharge along it.
Time seemed to stop, and all we could hear were Samina's deep breaths, as she rubbed Raj's sperm leaking out of her, all over her thighs, groin, and cunt. I was too astounded, and overcome to speak. It was almost afraid, that if I spoke, my wife would suddenly realize how inadequate I was compared to Raj, and ask me to leave the room and stop bothering, so I breathed as softly as I could, while Raj lay down beside Samina, his soft penis resting against his right thigh, and his eyes closed as he breathed easily.
Finally he opened his eyes, and pointed at me to bring some of spray to him from the top of the chest of drawers.
"What's that?" I asked Raj as he stood at the side of the bed, his cock hanging limply down in my wife's face as he shook a little container.
"Numbing spray," Raj explained. "Trust me. It's not drugs. Spearmint. Open wide, honey." He said, he he positioned Samina's head such that it was hanging off the edge of the bed. After she opened her mouth Raj sprayed some of it into Samina's throat. She gagged a little as the minty aroma filled the air, and when Raj told her to keep her mouth open and relax, she did.
"Omigod!" I said as I watched Raj dip his flaccid cock down Samina's throat, inch after inch sliding in until only a couple of inches remained.
Raj chortled as he pulled his cock out of Samina's throat and wiggled it around and when he saw my reaction he did it again.
"You're taking almost all of it, Samina," Raj said. "You like that?"
Samina had her mouth full, but indicate with her expression that she was getting off at how much of Raj's member she was taking in.
"I think Umer does too, don't you?"
Raj could tell because I was scrambling down between my wife's legs, my stiff dick in hand, and after I stuck it into her gooey sex, I began thrusting in and out of her while a few inches from my face I watched Raj continue to use his cock like a dipstick down deep into Samina's throat. Samina seemed totally unfazed by my fucking, I doubt she could even feel me in her, she did not move her legs, or even bend her knees. She just lay there, as she moved her neck to match Raj's thrusts! Who would have ever imagined, that this deacon of our community would be so kinky?
"Want some, my brother?" I heard Raj say, and before I knew what was happening Raj had taken his cock away from Samina and was holding it up to my face, and laughed.
I shook my head vigorously, as I had no such desire. Instead I watched Raj dip that enormous flaccid penis into Samina's throat again. I came then, but Samina probably didn't notice because of the big black cock she was swallowing, happily.
Climbing off Samina, I returned to my corner of the bed, still enthralled by Raj as he crouched over Samina's face. He lifted his heavy weapon and let Samina have a go at his balls. His nuts were not exceptionally large, but the sac they were in was absurdly long, the wrinkled black pouch that could probably have housed baseballs comfortably holding the ping pong ball-sized testicles loosely.
Raj wiggled his scrotum above Samina's mouth, even playfully drubbing her face with it before dropping his left ball to her lips. My wife sucked on the nut hard, making a popping sound when she released it to go at the right one.
Raj motioned for me to come over beside him again, and when I did he put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight. "Is it as good for you as I think it is?" Raj asked, and when I nodded he smiled and took my hand, asking me to hold his cock again while Samina kept sucking at his balls
"I like the way you hold my cock," Raj said. "Got me hard fast the last time."
I cupped Raj's cock backhanded as we stood at an angle to each other, pulling on the thick rubbery hose slowly as Raj sighed with pleasure.
"You don't have to be shy, you know," Raj said. "If you want to do more than touch me, that's fine with me. Have you ever sucked cock before?"
"No," I said, “never, and I don't want to either!”
"No shame in that - two men enjoying each others bodies, is there? But I suppose to each his own. I love having my cock sucked, by guys or girls." Raj laughed again.
Raj's pearly whites sparkled as he smiled, as I jumped when I felt my dick being grabbed, by Raj! I looked down and saw my dick between his index finger and his thumb, his grip firm as he pulled on my limp stem briskly.
"Samina - she looks so pretty like that," Raj said as he looked down at my wife who was on her back in the bed. "Hard to believe she's Pakistani! She really is a natural slut!”
I knew what Raj meant. When Samina was on her back, her breasts, and her nipples poking straight up. She had always had very sensitive nipples. Many times, when she entered a cool air conditioned room from outside on a hot summer day, he nipples would get erect, and poke through her bra and top. That always embarrassed Samina, but it never bothered me and didn't know why it did her. In fact I always thought it looked very sexy.
"Your cock is getting hard," I said, feeling the rubbery texture start to firm up in my hand.
"So is yours, my brother," Raj replied. "But didn't you just cum in your Samina?"
"Yeah," I said. "I've never been turned on like this before."
"Maybe the two of us could do Samina together sometime," Raj suggested, and I had to grab his wrist to slow his hand down before I came listening to him. "One of us in each hole, or maybe the two of us in her pussy at the same time? Give us a chance to get to know each other better with both of us inside her at the same time." He laughed loudly.
That would have to wait, because Raj let go of my dick and went back to Samina, which left me empty handed and a spectator once more. Raj was climbing on top of Samina and onto the bed while leaving his stuff in her face. After watching Samina grab the semi-turgid cock and start licking the underside of the shaft, I moved around to watch Raj go down finger my wife again. Then, suddenly, with his hands cupping Samina's butt cheeks, his long fingers pried her buttocks apart as he lifted her ass up off of the bed a bit in a surprising feat of strength.
Raj's right index finger, slid along the lips of her sex briefly, but then lower, along the ridge between her pussy and her rear end. Her anus was fully exposed, the tiny pink puckered ring looking vulnerable, and I realized that I had never seen Samina like this before, having rarely gone in that direction. Raj was obviously much more experienced than I, and had no such inhibitions, because as I stood and watched, his finger kept moving closer and closer to her anus as his hands opened the crack of her ass even farther.
Samina made a squealing sound when Raj's finger first flicked the hairless opening, and those sounds got even louder and more feral when he started to burrow that serpent-like finger inside of her. Deeper and deeper he thrust that tongue finger into my wife, practically fucking her with it while looking like he wanted to stick it all in her.
Raj let out a moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he pulled his wrist out of my wife's ass crack. "Oh yeah, girl!" Raj moaned, his face contorting with ecstasy, and when I moved around to see what was happening, I was floored.
Samina, my beloved wife whose hands had never gone near me like this, was now clinging to Raj's hips, her face buried between the bony cheeks of his ass and was apparently licking his asshole, as though it was her last meal ever. Later, she would say that she didn't realize what she was doing, because she was so crazed with lust and desire, but all I knew then was that Samina was lapping at Raj's asshole like it was ice cream.
What happened next was no less surprising, and was so surreal that all I could do was stand by and watch as Raj reached over and took a condom out of the night table drawer and slipped it on his erection. The milky white sheath looked ridiculous on his dark cock, sliding barely halfway down the prodigious organ before the thickness made further progress impossible, but it didn't matter because he was never going to get anywhere that deep anyway.
Raj flipped Samina over, and made her assume the doggie position. Her anus was exposed as she knelt on the bed, her face buried in the sheet and her backside raised and presented to her lover for his taking. The lubrication, both saliva and something from a tube, made the entire ass crack sparkle as Raj crouched behind my wife with his cock in his fist.
We had done this before, Samina and I, but the cock that was now being poked at her tender orifice bore no resemblance to mine. Samina cried out as Raj coaxed the head of his manhood inside of her, her voice muffled by the bedding, and as more and more of the latex covered weapon pushed inside her ass her cries became more garbled.
"That's it baby," Raj was saying in his smooth velvety voice while he moved gently in and out of Samina's ass, giving me a wink as he saw my stunned expression. "Give that sweet ass of yours to me."
It sounded like Samina came after a few minutes of Raj's sensuous probing of my wife's rectum, because after she made those familiar sounds she seemed to go limp, although Raj was far from done. Clearly savoring the tightness of her virtually uncharted territory, he kept up his slow and languid thrusting, having almost worked all of what was latex covered into her ass.
"Here brother," Raj was saying, and as I climbed onto the bed beside him, he told me what he wanted me to do. "You've got soft hands and a nice touch," Raj explained as he filled my hand with lubricant and told me what he wanted me to do with the part of his cock that wasn't inside Samina's anus.
There was about a handful of that dark snake that needed attention, and as I grasped my oiled fist around as much of the thick stump as I could manage, Raj implored me as to what to do.
"Harder, Umer," Raj grunted. "Squeeze it hard. Spin that fist around. That's it. Nice!"
It was like I was milking Raj, getting him to orgasm while the rest of his cock continued to work in and out of Samina's bowels, but the orgasm did not come upon Raj in a hurry. My hand spun around and as far up and down as I could manage, pushing Raj's cock in and out in a way as well.
"That's it my man," Raj said, putting his arm on my shoulder and smiling. "Won't be long now. Don't know if I want it to end or not. Samina sure as a sweet ass, doesn't she?"
I nodded, even though it had been so long ago that I barely remembered, but I did know that I didn't want this to end either. Kneeling there, watching Raj impale my wife with much of his massive spear while I was working over the oiled shaft, was such a mind-boggling experience that I hardly realized I was leaning toward Raj.

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Raj's hand was still on my shoulder and the back of my neck, massaging and kneading me as he fucked my wife's ass. I heard Raj's deep inhale of breath as he sped up, and Samina whimpered, he eyes shut tightly, as she fingered her clitoris.

"AWW!" Raj cried out, clutching the back of my head as his cock erupted into the condom, and when he finally stopped groaning he released my head from his grasp.
Dutifully, I pulled Raj's deflating manhood out of Samina's ass, holding onto the end of the vessel which contained a healthy load of Raj's seed, but I nearly dropped it when my eyes went to Samina's back side as Raj's cock exited.
"Omigod!" I muttered when I saw Samina's anus, spread so wide open that it looked like Raj was still inside her, the gaping hole so open that you could drop a golf ball inside it.
"She's okay, my brother," Raj was telling me, sensing I was about to scream or faint. "Be good as new soon. Why not give your wife some time to return to normal, let her rest.”
Samina had successfully fingered herself to orgasm while Raj was taking her ass, now fell asleep with exhaustion, and Raj collapsed besides her. Feeling like a third wheel, I quietly slipped outside to the living room and fell asleep on the couch.
The next morning I awoke to loud screams emerging from the bedroom. Taking a peek inside, I saw Raj in his back, and Samina riding him, her arms flailing over her head, screaming in pleasure, as Raj squeezed her boobs, and pinched her nipples. Then I noticed, Samina stopped moving up and down along his cock, rather she took it in the way and squeezed herself against him, her pelvis grinding against his. They both tensed and Samina let out a high pitched squeal as she orgasmed. At the same time Raj let out a deep, throaty “ahhhh” and tensed, signalling his own orgasm. Not much long afterwards, Samina and I drove him, leaving me with yet another memory of my own inadequacy as a husband.
"You know, I am not queer," I confessed to my wife as we drove home while the sun came up.
"No you're not," Samina said.
"But, I really enjoyed doing the things I did to Raj. The touching and all. It was amazing.”
"I wish you had sucked him," Samina confessed. "I would have loved to have seen that. Why didn't you?"
"Scared, I guess. Plus, I already feel like less than a man as it is! And sucking another guy....well not really my cup of tea!"
"Stop that," Samina admonished me. "You're a man. The only man for me. I love you more today than yesterday. So what if your penis is small! That is not what it means to be a man!"
"But seeing you with Raj, and with Tony last week," I explained. "Seeing the way they made you cum so hard and so often, makes me feel - I don't know. I enjoy watching you have so much pleasure, but that should be me causing it.”
"You are," Samina said. "A big part of it is having you there to share it with me. Are you as good a lover as Raj? No, you aren't. He was unbelievable. Even better than Tony, and he was really good. Maybe it was the way you two touched each other."
"The things I did to him," I confessed. "I can't believe it was me. And seeing him take you anally was unreal. What did it feel like?"
"Pain like you wouldn't believe," Samina said with more enthusiasm than she should have at 6 in the morning. "But along with the pain was a kind of pleasure that I can't explain. It felt amazing. Plus, I can't believe that he stuck all of that cock of his in my bottom."
"He didn't," I told my wife. "Not even close."
"Really?" Samina asked. "Most of it then."
"Not even close."
"Are you sure? Felt like it," Samina said as she squirmed in her seat.
"I'm sure, because I was jerking off the rest of his cock that didn't fit," I admitted. "Raj had me do it, but he didn't force me. I wanted to touch him. His cock is so unreal."
"Ooh! I know." Samina said. "Wish I could have seen you holding it. You know, when we get home, I am going to take a long hot bath, then I hope you will eat me all night. I'm still a little sore, and your tongue does wonders for me.!"
"After I do that, can I?" I asked hopefully. "Maybe I could - you know. I mean, I know you won't be able to feel it after what you just experienced, but..."
"Oh, I'll feel it alright, maybe once." Samina purred as her hand found my dick in my slacks just as we pulled into our driveway. "I just need to take a shower. I feel like I've got an ocean of you-know-what inside of me."
Samina took a shower and I proceeded to give her a good hour of oral sex, which she clearly enjoyed immensely. But then when I mounted her, she just lay there, barely moving, in fact just as I had entered her fully, she asked me, “are you in?” When I said yes, she looked surprised, but did not say anything.
So aroused was I, that I came in just a few strokes, even thought he pussy felt looser than normal, I could have sworn that Samina looked relieved when I got off her.
Seeing Raj at an event the following Saturday, was a strange experience, but we all managed to greet each other like nothing had happened, with only a subtle wink from Mr. Manchanda, which was what we called him when he came over to chat with us for a bit.
I watched the short embrace and handshake between Samina and her lover, and when he reached over and grasped my hand I returned the handshake eagerly. Afterwards, when we got into the car for the ride home, I felt I had to say something but Samina beat me to it.
"When I watched Raj walk over to us, I'm ashamed to admit that all I could see was him naked."
"Me too," I confessed. "How does he keep that cock of his so well hidden?"
"Baggy pants," Samina giggled.
"Can you imagine him wearing a Speedo?" I asked.
"At these events, no!" Samina laughed. "But around the pool..."
"It's not all peaches and cream," Raj would tell me later when I asked him about what it was like to have such a large cock, and when I pressed him for details he explained.
"You know what's it's like to have a woman's mouth around the base of your thing?" he asked, and when I said I did, he asked me what it felt like.
"Great."
"I'll never experience that," Raj said with a touch of sadness. "At least I don't think I will. Same with sinking all of it inside a woman. Always got to be careful you don't hurt her. They're tender inside, you know. Always need to keep control and I'm never able to just go wild, as not all of them can take it as easily as Samina did! She is a rare women indeed."
"Still," I said, ignoring his comment about my wife. "It must be nice to walk around and have lovers stare in awe at you - to have women look and want to be with you, and for guys to want to BE you."
"That it is," Raj admitted. "That it is."
Recently, Raj switched companies, and moved to California as the CEO of a start up, and although he and Samina never got together again after that night, he gave us an open invitation to visit him whenever we felt like it. Samina still looks back fondly on that night and often says, of all her lovers, few came close to comparing to Raj Manchanda!
So in the space of just a few weeks, I had essentially been put in my place! A place that would have me sinking deeper and deeper. One thing was certain, any illusions I might have had that I could pleasure my wife were dispelled forever, and I was surprised that despite my disappointment at that fact, I accepted it quite easily. But I suppose after having seen all the I had so far, I would have to be truly delusional to think otherwise. It helped that Samina took it all in stride and did not make any issue of it. One day she openly and plainly admitted to me that she was a size queen (a term introduced to her by Pushpa) and loved, and that large penises where mother nature's gift to women! You can well imagine the impact that statement had on me.
Now while Samina was on her way to becoming a true slut wife, she was not there yet. But she was certainly well on her way, far more along the journey, than I was was to being a true cuckold. As I describe her next few encounters, you may see a trend developing, her near free approach to having sexy with pretty any guy that caught her fancy, and my own growing acceptance that it was all perfectly normal, and indeed desired by both of us.
Now I am sure you will agree, that the gym, can be a great place to meet people. All those people working out, and you have the opportunity to see how great (or bad!) a person's physique is. For Samina, who so far had been careful in who she slept with, the gym was like a candy store. With all sorts of horny men vying for her attention. The adventures she with guys from the gym, I was not there to witness, but Samina did describe a few of them to me, which are what I am reproducing here for your reading pleasure.
Usually Samina and I went to the gym together, as working out is an activity we both enjoy. However, about a month after Raj left for California, his replacement decided to set up a new gym for employees to use. For me it was convenient as it was in the office building, and it was free! So we decided that I would use it, and Samina would continue to use our old gym on her way to, and back from work.
With me not there, Samina told me that the men seemed to be getting bolder in approaching her. Of course it helped that she had a naturally flirtatious smile and demeanor. So when she was lifting weights alone, apparently a dozen guys volunteered to spot for her, and she did nothing to discourage them. Folks, a scantily dressed, beautiful woman, is a hot commodity anywhere, in the gym, she is worth her weight in gold, as far as men are concerned. There is nothing sexier than her working out.
The manager's name was Dirk he was 6'2" and 190 pounds with light brown hair and at age 29 he was a physical specimen. He worked out all the time at the club, ate healthy and kept himself very fit. Samina had always felt that he was attracted to her, and she had tried to encourage him a little by smiling and chatting him up, but for some reason, the fact that she was with a husband seemed to hold him back. Well now, I was out of the picture and Samina mentioned that Dirk was getting friendlier. In fact after a few days he had started timing his own work outs at the same time as she did hers, so that could 'spot' for each other, which Samina found rather interested, as most of exercises used weights that were heavier than she weighed! So usually they had Dirk's business partner Walt, a 6'1”, 200 pounds of pure muscle, with them. Dirk and Walt were best of friends going back to junior high.
Samina admitted to me, that she found both Dirk and Walt to be very attractive indeed, and was torn about which one to let on that she would welcome him in her bed. She often wondered what they looked like naked, and thought that if she ever found out, she would shower her favors on the more well-endowed of the two. Of course that was easier said than done! She asked if I had seen them in the shower, and as luck would have it, I hadn't, so that didn't help matters. So Samina decided to wait and see how things developed.
A few days later, it was Dirk who approached her with a proposition. "Samina have you got a minute I have a proposition for you," he said, as she was headed to the locker room after completing her after work exercise session. "Let's go in my office and discuss it," he suggested.
Samina followed, wondering what he had in mind. She did not think it would be anything sexual in nature, but still, it was interesting, that he had thought of her for something. She thought that her constant flirting and innuendo laden conversations with Dirk and Walt, should have left them little doubt that she was easily available.
As she sat down in his comfortable office, Dirk offered her a bottle of water, before talking. "Diane is moving and will not be able to teach the morning aerobics class. Samina I would like you to consider teaching the aerobics class here at the club. You are here everyday, you know everyone and I think you would be a great instructor," Dirk proposed.
"I am flattered but I have never taught any class," Samina replied
"Yes, I know that but you have been attending the class everyday for the past several months. I spoke with Diane and she thought you would make a great instructor," Dirk continued. "Unfortunately I have to have your answer today or I will have to search for a replacement".
"Well I could give it a try," Samina was happy. She had been doing the class everyday early in the morning.
"Great let's give it a try and if you are not comfortable that's fine. I would like you to spend sometime with Diane this week and she can brief you on all the issues, compensation, etc.," he concluded.
Samina left the office feeling very good and caught up with Diane. They spent a couple of hours going over the administrative details. Diane assured Samina, that running the class was not much different from being a participant, and it was actually a lot of fun, and the money while not a lot, was better than nothing. Although Samina told me, that she would have happily done the class for free, what they were paying her was peanuts compared to the salary she earned at her regular job.
As she was working out, Anna, Dirk's assistant approached. "Samina my dear, Dirk just told me you will be joining us and I want to welcome you to the team," she said.
Anna was in fact responsible for the day to day running of the gym and her approval meant a lot to Samina, although she suspected that Anna's motives for agreeing the Samina's appointment were not just professional. We had often wondered if Anna was a lesbian or maybe bi-sexual. And the way she hugged Samina after welcoming her, left Samina feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
That night when she told me about her new job, I was very happy. I told her, that she would make an excellent instructor.
The next several weeks went very well. Samina taught morning classes every weekday morning at 7 am before heading to her officer nearby around 830 am, after showering. However, one Tuesday evening, as she finished working out, Dirk asked to see her in his office. He told Samina that things were working out very well from his perspective and asked if she was comfortable with the arrangement. Of course she was thrilled to be finally able to do something she was really enjoying. It certainly wasn't about the money as we really didn't need it.
"One other thing," he said as he got up and locked the door to his office. "I have noticed you watching me more and more lately and I don't think that your husband is keeping you happy, am I right?" he continued.
The question caught Samina unprepared and she had barely had time to formulate a response, when Dirk walked towards her, took her hands and lifted her out of the chair to a standing position. He pressed his firm fit body against hers and kissed her deeply. They held the kiss for what seemed like a very long time. Then Dirk slowly lifted Samina's spandex top up over her head and off of the body. Samina told me that her nipples were rock hard and poking through her sport bra. He then peeled the sport bra off of me leaving her topless, as she pressed up against his chest/
Dirk's hands slid up and own her back. "Your skin is so soft," he said as he kissed her neck and shoulders. “Your husband is fool for not treating you right!” And he kissed her again.
“No wait....” Samina said pulling I way. “It's not that.”
“Then what?” Dirk demanded impatiently, not happy to have broken their kiss.
“Well.... he ...never mind just kiss me.” Samina said. Initially she had thought of telling him that I was OK with her fucking other men, but at the last minute decided against it. She thought it better if Dirk thought she was cheating on me.
He gently pushed her away from him so that he could look at her breasts and then he leaned forward and kissed them tenderly. Samina's heart was racing and she sighed heavily. She had envisioned selecting the time and place where Dirk, or Walt would undress her, but here she was powerless to stop Dirk, who had unexpectedly made the first move. But she did not object too much, after all she had fantasized about this happening for quite a while now.
Dirk stepped back and took off his shirt and then pulled her to him so that he could feel her bare breasts against his muscular hairy chest. Shivers ran through her body. Dirk kissed her breasts again and ran his tongue on the underside of the soft sensitive skin. "Nice titties," he said. Samina giggled at that, no one had ever called them titties before!
Dirk kissed her deeply again and ran his hands over her tits and stroked the nipples. His lips made their way back to her tits and his tongue passed over the right nipple circling it delicately. Samina whimpered as he put his entire mouth over one tit and sucked on it. As she began to squirm in his arms, Dirk stopped switched to the other side. Samina threw her arms around his neck and held him close.. Both his hands gently cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples. Dirk kissed her below the breasts, and then he tongued her navel. His tongue played with the soft flesh, excited her further, as she squirmed with pleasure. He licked the area above the elastic of her spandex bottoms and she groaned.
"I want to show you what I think you have been missing Samina," he said confidently as he placed his fingers in the top of her shorts and gently peeled them down her body, discarding them on the floor. He knelt down on the floor and ran his hands up and down her legs and buttocks staring at my pussy with a little tuft of brown hair.
"You're beautiful, you have a gorgeous ass and an exquisite pussy," he remarked in a raspy voice as he breathing seemed labored.
He placed a kiss on her mons, sending jolts of electricity throughout her body. She had to balance herself, by holding on to his shoulders. Dirk led her over the couch and sat her down. He then separated her legs and began kissing her inner thighs. Now, along with her nipples, Samina's inner thighs are extremely sensitive, on the flip side, her feet are totally insensitive, much to the disappointment of some of her lovers who have had a foot fetish.
Samina's breathing became ragged as she felt his hot breath and fingers around her pussy. Dirk ran a finger along the slit and looked up at her, as she stared at him becoming wetter and wetter by the moment. Dirk spread her legs apart a little more, and using his thumbs he spread her pussy lips and started playing with her pussy, his magical fingers seeming to be all over the place. Samina threw her head back in ecstasy moaning loudly. Samina was afraid that she groaned too loudly and that it would be heard outside his office.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

That everyone would know that she, a respectable married woman was being pleasured the club manager and owner.

Dirk's middle finger snaked up and down her wetness, tickling and tweaking her sensitive lips and then latched onto the clit without warning. He finger fucked her hard, and she cried out as an intense orgasm overtook her. Tears welled in her eyes, from the extreme pleasure. His finger pushed into her hole as her climax subsided and randomly changed speeds at which his finger was pistoning in an out of Samina, who by now was a quivering wreck.
Actually, Samina was quite shocked that something as simple and mundane as a finger fuck could be so amazingly enjoyable. Dirk did things with his finger inside her, that no penis could ever do. "Oh Dirk that was incredible," she managed to say thinking that they were done. But Dirk had other plans, and ignored her, and continued to work on her pussy.
Dirk continued to play with Samina's overly sensitive and swollen pussy. He put one of his meaty fingers into vagina and began to explore her again, as he flicked and caressed her clitoris with his thumb. Samina was grunting and thrusting her pelvis to match his fingers movement.. He plunged his finger in and out of her rapidly, then stopped momentarily to add a second finger and quickened the pace again. Samina arched her back and reached down to his head and entwined her fingers in his hair as she felt another powerful orgasm building.
"I'm going to cum again, Dirk," she moaned. "I'm going cum, Oh God! I'm cummmming!" Samina screamed as he increased speed and intensity.
Dirk removed his fingers and put them in her mouth allowing Samina, to taste her own juices for the first time. So over taken with lust was she, that she continued to shake, and his fingers muffled her moans and groans. Finally, Samina's body relaxed and she lay drained on the couch breathing deeply. Dirk e moved up to the couch and kissed her deeply.
“How do you feel now?" he asked.
"Dirk I feel wonderful and shameful at the same time. I have never cheated on my husband and you are only the second person in my life that I have had sex with. But at the same time I feel wonderful and sexually fulfilled." Samina responded, continuing to play the role of a remorseful cheating wife. She thought that if Dirk new the truth, he would either lose interest, or think we were freaks, plus it seemed that he got a real kick out of being with a cheating wife, so Samina decided to give him what he wanted.
"Good I want to make you feel good and we have just begun," he said stroking her face tenderly.
Dirk stood up and removed his shorts. His big cock sprang forward as the elastic of his shorts released it. Samina looked over his cock, and loved what she saw. It had to be at least 9" long and over 5" around. (Now, Samina has to be be the luckiest woman when it comes to cocks, the vast majority of her lovers have been not just well-hung, but exceptionally well-hung. Talk about beating the law of averages, if only she was this lucky playing the lottery!) Dirk was obviously proud of his manhood as he almost posed letting it wave in front of her face. Samina had the urge to take his cock in my mouth immediately, but waited for Dirk to make the next move.
He pushed her gently back on the couch and she lay back all the way, spreading her legs for him. Dirk eyed her pussy hungrily, the positioned himself between her thighs, took her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her. Samina wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him for dear life, almost in near nervous desire for the penetration she knew was to come.
Dirk slowly inched his impressive organ into her, and she felt herself being stretched, a feeling she enjoyed intensely. She whimpered into his mouth and trembled against him trying hard to control herself. Once he had gotten completely into her, he paused and allowed Samina to adjust to his size before he started fucking her. She loved the feeling of fullness, because it seemed like every fiber in her pussy was alive and tingling.
Dirk broke their kiss and looked down into her eyes. "Samina, are you okay?" he asked showing concern.
Unable to speak at that moment, she just nodded a yes and shifted slightly beneath him, to adjust to his tremendous girth. As she lay there the feeling of being stretched diminished and was replaced by a wonderful sensation, one that she had experienced before with the likes of Raj and some of her other lovers, one that she knew she could never get enough of. "Please fuck me," she whispered.
"With pleasure," he replied as a smile spread across his face and he began moving his hips. In and out he fucked Samina very slowly at first and got her creamy, juices running and coating both of them.
He ground his pelvis into her with each inward thrust keeping his cock in constant contact with her clit. Samina moaned quietly as he pushed into me and gradually increased the pace. Each drive became more powerful than the last pushing deeper into her, with more urgency. Samina moans became louder and as Dirk's strokes became quicker.
Samina, reflexively drew her knees up closer to her chest which gave him a deeper target. In one fluid motion Dirk threw her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward supporting himself on his forearms so as not to crush Samina. He was breathing heavier now and grunting each time he plunged his cock into her. He ground himself harder and harder into Samina, the friction on her clit so was unbearable. His cock was stroking her insides and stimulating that all important G-spot and his pelvis ground onto her clit. Samina felt herself getting closer and closer to another climax.
"Dirk, I am really close. I am going to cum again," she whimpered almost out of breath.
"Cum for me, Samina I want you to cum for me," as said as he sped up and pushed harder and faster.
Dirk fucked hard and fast as he could as Samina orgasmed multiple times. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her pussy walls clamped around his cock. |She dug my nails into his shoulders as he continued to fuck hard. Finally, as she came down from that incredible high, she felt l Dirk begin to tense up.
"Oh here it comes Samina, I'm going to cum, oh yeah here it is!" Dirk exclaimed as with one final shove into me he stiffened and came shooting his load deep within her
She could feel each contraction of his thick cock as Dirk shot load after load into her, and Dirk spasmed and ground against her. The grinding on her clit sent her over the edge once more as Dirk flooded her pussy.
As they settled down, her legs slowly slipped from his shoulders and lay limp on the couch. Dirk collapsed gently on top of Samina, their bodies covered with perspiration, Dirk's cock coated with Samina's cream, and his own sperm mixed with her cream, running down her groin, and thigh. They rested for awhile holding each other. It seemed like they were together for hours and Samina wondered how late it was. Remarkably we had only been at it just over an hour.
Dirk said, "let's get you cleaned up before I send you home to your husband!"
Samina later admitted, that she had not even thought of my me until he mentioned it. She was just too busy enjoying sex with Dirk, and while he smiled as he mentioned sending her home to me, Samina lay in the afterglow of intense orgasms. Then, she walked naked into the bathroom next to Dirk's office feeling good about herself, and proud to show off her body.
Samina entered the shower and is relaxed under the cascade of hot water when Dirk joined her. They begin to wash each other as Dirk was anxious to feel more of this forbidden beauty. Soon Samina was soaping up Dirk's testicles and penis until he was fully erect again.
Samina felt the weight of Dirk's balls, as she gently cupped them. Then, she manoeuvred the rigid engorged cock between her legs and rubbed it against her clit, before placing the tip his cock at the entrance of her vagina and rolled the head against her slit, before taking the head slowly into her, teasing it. Dirk, unable to wait any longer grabbed her buttocks and drew Samina closer. Using his hips for leverage he forced more of his penis in her until all nine-inches were buried inside Samina, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Samina enjoyed the feel of the massive, throbbing dick in her, as Dirk leaned her against the shower wall. Forcing her back against the wall, as he dick slowly slid partly in and out of her. After several minutes of bucking his hips against her pelvic he grunted, and she now knew that he was about to cum again Samina tightened her vaginal walls around the penis, and she gyrates her hips wantonly, as she experienced, yet another satisfying orgasm, just as she Samina, Dirk's body stiffen and his penis spasms multiple times as he shot another large load into her.
They stayed in the embrace for a few minutes allowing their emotions to subside. Then Dirk stepped back and his long, limp cock plopped out easily. She contemplated taking it into her mouth, sucking off his cum and tasting her own juices intermixed with his, but decided against it. They smiled at each other and finish showering.
It was just past 9:00 pm, the closing time for the club and almost everyone had left, when Samina finally left Dirk's office. Anna was there just finishing up a personal training session with a client. She smiled at Samina and the asked, "How did your meeting go"?
"It went fine, thanks," Samina replied and blushed a little. Samina had a premonition that Anna knew exactly what had happened. On the drive home, she replayed in her mind what had happened that night, and I wondered if there would be more meetings like that in Dirk's office.
Wednesday morning, following my romp with Dirk, Samina was back at the gym. As she prepared to teach the morning aerobics class, she had a strange feeling that the whole club knew that Dirk had fucked her brains out the night before. But her fears were short lived when Dirk greeted her, and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Samina was still not too keen on having word spread that she was an easy lay, she preferred to keep things low key, and Dirk had obliged.
Later she met up Dirk after her class, and he told me that he would like to meet again next Tuesday evening to go over some ideas he had for the club programs. Samina thought, “why wait until Tuesday night? Why not Thursday night? Why not right now?” But not wanting to seem too anxious, she agreed and silently hoped that there would be more to the meeting than business.
All the days leading up to that Tuesday seemed to drag. With me travelling on business, there was not much she could do to relieve the tension, except use a dildo on herself. Tuesday could not get here soon enough. She found myself fantasizing about Dirk at as she masturbated in bed and in the shower. So by the time Tuesday evening rolled around, Samina was very horny.
After the evening work out, Samina joined Dirk in his office for their so called business meeting. He immediately locked the door and told her naked on the couch. He surprised Samina, by not kissing me but she was was so horny, that she did not hesitate. She stripped off her clothes,t in record time and sat on the couch waiting for the next step.
Dirk stepped closer to her, removing his shirt in the process then he peeled off his shorts. His cock popped out in its full glory and he was in an unmistakable state of desire. “Have you ever sucked cock Samina?” he asked.
Samina pretended to blush, and said, “not that much, and only my husbands.”
“Well than it is about time that you learned,” he went on. Dirk moved close to Samina so that she could hold his huge pulsating cock in my hands. Her heart was pounding. She knew was in his grasp, in his control. She so desperately wanted to fucked by him. She was so aroused that she blindly followed his every command.
She sat naked on the couch before him. Her nipples and cunt were alive with desire as Dirk deliberately stared into her eyes, and he brought his hard cock to her lips. Samina was almost salivating at the thought of taking it in her mouth, but keeping up the appearance of an inexperienced house, she hesitated as he caressed her lips with the tip.
Then Dirk forced her lips open and slowly Samina opened her mouth, and soon Dirk's cock was deep in her mouth as he chanted my name. “Oh Samina that's it, suck me, suck my cock, lick my balls, play with my balls,” he directed, as he face fucked her gently for a few minutes.
After, what seemed like a very long time, (Dirk had incredible staying power),Samina could tell from his hip movements, deep breathing and his inability to continue his suggestive talk that he was close to cumming. It wouldn’t be long now before she tasted his sperm, a thought she was quite looking forward to.
With Samina still sucking his cock, Dirk eased back to the couch and sat down. She turned sideways so she could suck his cock deeper into her mouth. Even so, she was only able to take about 6” of his cock as she attempted to deep throat it, and continued to test my gag line which drove him crazy. Samina was so engrossed in sucking Dirk’s cock that she never heard or saw anyone enter the room.
Sitting on the couch and leaning over to keep Dirk’s cock in her mouth had caused her legs to splay open. Suddenly, Samina felt a pair of hands on her thighs tugging them open even further. Without removing the cock from her mouth, she looked over and saw a totally naked muscular, Anna kneeling between her legs. Anna began kissing Samina's thighs and around her pubes as her hands caressed her hips and my belly.
Samina turned her own attention back to Dirk’s cock and felt Anna descend to take her kisses to Samina's pussy as she desired to taste and eat from my swollen cunt. Samina couldn't stop my hips from rocking back and forth, so badly did Samina want to cum, even if it was against Anna's voracious tongue. Anna's hands and fingers started to caress all over. Then her soft warm hand started to caress Samina' breasts, and tug on the hardened nipples as her wet soft kisses sucked at Samina clit and pussy lips. At this point, Samina orgasmed, and shivered.
Dirk sensed her orgasm and continued fucking Samina's face as she stretched her neck back, trying to keep his cock within her lips, as she bucked her pussy against Anna's face. Samina continued to lick and suck Dirk's cock and balls before running her tongue under his scrotum across his perineum. He moaned loudly as one of her hands circled and squeezed the head of his slick cock and she cupped his bloated balls with the other.
Suddenly, Samina felt Dirk's hand on the back of her head, grasping my hair, forcing her down on his cock. She obediently sucked around the length of his pole, while his cock erupted with hot jets of cum flooding her mouth. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t swallow all of his cum fast enough and it ran out of her mouth down, her chin and dripped on her breasts. Samina whimpered as she licked Dirk clean, sluttishly tasting his cum and trying to see up into his eyes. Anna licked the remaining cum from my tits and sucked on my nipples.
“Hasn’t she just got the greatest nubs?” Anna asked Dirk as she twirled my rock hard nipples in her fingers. Samina just moaned, her senses lost to the lust of that moment. She still had some of Dirk’s cum on her lips as he lifted her off the couch onto the floor as if she weighed nothing. Anna, the surprised her, but kissing deeply and plunging her tongue into her mouth, trying to scoop up the remainder of Dirk's tasty cum. Samina. Was aroused, and desperate craved cock. Dirk parted her legs and started to finger, his cock not quite ready for another erection yet. Samina's cunt was contracting around his fingers, in a spasmodic frenzy she orgasmed again.
Anna straddled Samina's face and began to lower her completely shaved pussy towards the mouth. She panicked and in a less than convincing protest said to Anna, “I have never done that, please don’t make me do it.” In reality Samina never relished the thought of being with another woman.
“You silly little goose it’s about time you learned to eat pussy. Just do what I did to you,” Anna directed.
“Samina if you are half as good eating pussy as you are sucking cock Anna is going to be very pleased!” encouraged Dirk.
Overcoming her distaste, Samina I leaned forward and slowly stuck out her tongue. She wasn't sure exactly how to do it so she pretended she was licking the ice cream off of a cone. She took one, slow lick as she flattened my tongue on Anna's bare mound. It felt so smooth and warm and achieved the desired effect. Her moans told Samina, that Anna enjoyed it, even if she (Samina) herself did not. But she kept licking and eating Anna. Samina pointed my tongue and burrowed into Anna's pussy as it parted her labia, and her tongue was rewarded with more juice.
Anna was obviously enjoying what Samina was doing and she reached down with both hands and spread herself wide making it so much easier for Samina's tongue to explore her pussy. Samina tongue explored all of her as my mind took notes of what seemed to turn her on. Anna was breathing rapidly and she moaned softly whenever Samina got near her clitoris. It was a matter of pride for Samina to be a good lover, even if it was with another woman. As she searched out Anna's hard clit still just barely hidden, Anna tensed and began to quiver. Samina felt like she had teased Anna's opening as much as she could. It was time to see Anna's reaction when Samina's tongue finally entered it.
Samina admitted that even though this was not really her cup of team, she was starting to get aroused again. It was difficult not to, as Dirk was fucking her again! As she worked on Anna’s clit, her own orgasm was building from the pounding of Dirk’s cock into her pussy. Like an animal out of control his hip movements continued to rapidly move his rigid cock in and out of Samina's wetness causing her to cry out again. Samina's legs spread further for this man and his insistent cock. Samina's scream of ecstasy was muffled in Anna’s pussy as another orgasm gushed forth from both women.
Dirk continued thrust his dick deeply into Samina. His hard cock pulsating in a long deep climax as it filled her vagina with his sperm. Samina was too far gone into her orgasm and could not service Anna anymore, much to Anna's disappointment.
But soon, Samina started to recover, and turned my attention back to Anna. Samina burrowed my tongue as deep into Anna as was possible, and then licked and sucked my way up. Samina flicked my tongue all over Anna's pussy and clitoris once and then used the tip to explore the folds of flesh on either side of it. Anna was now moaning and she used her fingers to pull her hood back as she arched herself so that her clit was now open completely. Samina nuzzled it with her nose, and licked it once more before taking gently between her teeth and nibbling on it.
Anna went wild and started bucking and calling out Samina's name. She let go of her own fleshy hood and pulled Samina's head to her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy. Samina sucked her clit as deep as she could, and Anna humped her face for all she was worth. Samina told me that she was very excited that she was able to get Anna excited, and sucked harder and played with it with my lips, tongue and teeth. Samina said she lost count of the number of convulsions Anna's body went through, but she finally rolled off, and collapsed on the floor, her body in spasms.
The three of then lay panting on the floor exhausted and sexually sated. Anna was the first to speak. “Samina, I have never been eaten out better than that. It is hard to believe that it was your time eating pussy,” she sighed.
“Ditto on the cock sucking,” chimed in Dirk. “You were incredible that was the quickest I have cum in a long time,” he continued.
“I can’t believe myself either,” I gasped. “It's been an amazing few days.”
“What do you think now,” asked Dirk?
“Oh I am hooked on both of you. I can’t believe the incredible sex that I have had just the past week!” Samina replied happily. She was not into female on female sex, but figured that since it appeared to be part of package with Dirk, she would put up with, and it was not as bad as she had imagined it would be. “Only one question, do I have to always wait for Tuesday nights?” Samina challenged.
Dirk and Anna both laughed and Dirk said, “no I think we can work out a better schedule than that Anna and I weren’t sure how you would respond to our advances although we were dying to get to that hot body of yours. We decided to take it slow and when you were open to my advances last week we decided to take it to the next level,” he concluded.