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Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:11 PM

Chapter 110

“Oh nothing to difficult. Just stand there with legs as far apart as possible and take 5 of my best kicks silly!” Tehmina laughed. “And after that it will all be over!”

I took several deep breaths, and slowly straightened myself up, spreading out my thighs as far as the leg restraints would let me. By then, I was willing to do anything to get her to stop. If she had said, I want to cut off your balls, I probably would have agreed to let her do it.

Tehmina smiled as I complied. She had stepped back such her leg would have the best kick angle. And then WHAM! The first kick took me straight in the balls! It was harder than any of the ones before. “One!” she laughed, as my knees buckled and I let out a deep, loud “ahhhhhgggghhhh!”

“Up...up...up!” Tehmina said, and cupped my chin to lift me up.

I was barely up all the way when the second kick, every bit as hard as the first one caught me. The barefoot connecting with my balls, squashing them against my my body. “Two! Nearly half way there!” She laugned. “See its not all that difficult!”

I was in excruciating pain, my balls throbbing and swollen. Too far gone to even cry out any more. I could only breathe hard. My knees collapsed, but Tehmina said, “no...no..no... come up....come up.... or else...” Her threat made be stand up, even though I was ready to faint.

This time she waited a few moments. And the BAM, BAM! Came two swift, hard kicks. I was crying by them. “Oh stop being a baby, only one more to go!” This time she did not wait and immediately followed that with one last hard kick into which she put all her strenght. I was cried out in intense agony, hearing Tehmina laugh out loud as she walked up to me, and undid the restraints on my wrists.

I fell on my knees, crying, “asssghhhh, aaaaghhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh......” While Tehmina stood over me, hands on her hips, laughing away loudly.

“There, all done!” She said softly. “Now wasn't that fun? I hope you learnt you lesson!” She laughed again. I could only breath deeply. “I am so glad Samina let me do this! You really deserved it for being such an insensitive jerk to me! You know I wish I had the strength to squeeze your balls harder, I wonder if I could have crushed them! It's not like they are of any use to you!” Tehmina laughed, and with that she undid my ankle restraints and walked out the room.

I slowly crawled up to the living room, and some how made it to the fridge to get some ice. My eye fell upon a clock, and noticed, it had been only a little over half an hour since Tehmina had started hurting my balls, but it had felt as though several hours had passed. Not bothering to put on any clothes. I slowly made my way over to a couch, lay back on it, legs akimbo, with the ice between them. And like that I think I feel asleep, just as I heard the front door slam shut and Tehmina leave to join her sister

I had just woken up and saw that the ice had completely melted. I looked down and saw my ball looking very angry purplish red, and hurting like hell. But surprisingly there was very little swelling. I tried to close my leg, only to be met by searing pain between them, I lay there for a little while longer, trying to work up my strength to get up and walk around a little, when I heard the front door open and the sounds of two giggling, laughing women. Tehmina and Samina had returned.

“Oh look at the poor thing!” Tehmina looked straight at my crotch and laughed.

“Yeah, quite a poor thing!” Samina joined her sister in laughter.

“Not to mention useless!” Tehmina laughed again, and Samina giggled.

I did not even bother to try and cover up, its not like the two women hadn't seen me naked, plus hearing them talk that way was having its effect. It's almost as if being humiliated was like a drug my mind craved.

The sisters did not linger long around me, and went to the kitched to make some coffee. I gingerly got up and made my way back to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, and promptly feel asleep. I did not wake up till the next morning, to an overcast sky and heavy rain, dragging myself to work, trying my best not to walk funny. I suppose I must have succeeded since none of my coworkers said anything.

It was not long after that Tehmina returned to Pakistan, and I had to travel all over the place for work. For the next 6 months, I was essentially on the road. Ah the joys of working for a company that has operations all over the wold! Of course In this time Samina was hardly what you would call chaste, but I was not there to witness any of her dalliances. All she told me was that she was with 5 new guys in that time, and had even spent 2 weeks with one at his beachfront house, and taken a 4 day cruise with another. With our anniversary approaching, we I decided to spend a fortnight in Cap d'Agde in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of southern France. The weather was glorious and, although not very modern, the quint old hotel room I'd booked was quite spacious and everyone seemed very friendly. We made friends easily as everyone usually took their evening meals outside on the patio, enjoying some great French wines and chattering away. It helped that most other guests there spoke English reasonably well. Samina had taken some French classes at the Alliance Francaise in Pakistan when she was growing up, and her French was passable, so she spoke it often, but English was the language of choice when people conversed with us.

When we first went to the beach after our arrival, we were not surprised to see that everyone was nude. After the Australian experience, Samina and I were hardly shy anymore and happily stripped off our clothes and enjoyed the warm sunshine. In Australia, I was less than keen on being naked, as I was embarrassed about my tiny cock, but this time it hardly seemed to matter, I decided it really did not matter if the world knew about me. Samina was the only person whose opinion mattered and she did not seem to have any problems.

So, after packing a picnic of delicous fresh French breads, croissants, cheeses, jams, and wine, we headed down to the beach. It was still early and pretty deserted so we found a nice spot. Samina immediately dropped her mini-skirt and bikini to reveal her gorgeous body and lightly thatched pussy. I stripped down to my swimming trunks but she insisted I drop them too, and then we were both as naked as the days we were born, on the open beach. A light see breeze blew gently on our skins, and it felt great to enjoy the sunlight and sand all over us. I applied some sunscreen all over Samina and myself and we quietly lay back on our beach chairs, reading and occasionally talking.

After a while I almost forgot that I was stark naked on a public beach! That was until a group of a dozen or so young French boys arrived. I estimated they must have been in the 17 – 20 year age group. Unlike me, stripping naked didn't seem to faze them at all, and I was not surprised as they all seemed to have cocks that easily beat my little member! I don't think this was lost on Samina either and she kept looking over at them as they muck about in the sand and sea. After a while a couple of them, came over to say hello and were clearly getting a good eyeful of my wife's fantastic breasts, and exposed pussy.

One of the lads introduced himself as Pierre, and chatted us up. I noticed his eyes wandering all over Samina's body, and she was ever so slowly spreading her legs apart. It was not long before Pierre got the message, and offered to help Samina with sunscreen, not caring that she was clearly covered in liberal amounts of the stuff already. She happily passed him the bottle.

I suppose what he did next was typical for young man, but he went straight for her breasts, and started smearing the lotion all over them. I thought Samina would flip and tell him to stop being so direct, but she just let out a small gasp and let him continue. By this point all the other boys had come over and formed a little circle around us as this rather young man/lad openly fondled my wife in front of everyone.

Looking around it was obvious these boys were enjoying their mate's attentions and we literally had a dozen firm, young cocks pointing at us from all directions. Only I remained perpetually soft, much to my shame, but fortunately the lads did not seem to notice, as they hardly looked at me. They were too busy watching their friends hands wandering all over Samina's chest. Still I was so embarassed, that I quiet tried to get up and walk away before one of them noticed my unaroused state. Samina however had other ideas, giving me a swift kick and making me lie back down on my towel so everyone could see my dinky, little soft one, lying limp, uselessly on top of my balls, which made everyone, Samina, included, burst out laughing.

One of Pierre's hands had slipped down to Samina's and he inserted first one and then two fingers into her. I took a deep breath, as the lads stopped looking at me and went back to gawking at Pierre and Samina. Pierre knelt between Samina's legs and rubbed his semi-hard cock into a massive, thick hard-on. Samina raised herself up, leaning on her elbows, the look of lust in her half-glazed eyes was unmistakable and she just parted her legs more as Pierre moved forward, his young, hard cock having no trouble slipping into her by now very juicy pussy. His friends salivating over what they were witnessing.

One of the other older lads moved round to Samina's side and offered his prick to her mouth. I was astounded at their brazenness, they did not care that I was there! And were behaving as though they owned Samina. But, as I had expected, myh wife opened her mouth and took this young strangers cock between her lips as his friend filled my wife's pussy with his hug one, all on an open beach in front of a dozen or so grinning French boys and of course me!
As Pierre started to properly fuck Samina, the only sound we could hear was her moans as she did her best to suck the other boy off. A string of cum was dripping from my own tiny cock well before my wife's new friends sprayed spunk down my darling wife's throat and up her now well-stretched pussy. Everyone cheered and clapped as the lads came inside her and Samina looked over at me, with that naughty smile of here! I'm sure at that point my wife would have taken any other cock offered to her but thankful most of the younger boys had shot their loads over the sand.

Before the lads left Pierre invited us in broken English to come over to their campsite for a barbecue and party that evening. I smiled, as Samina readily accepted his invitation.

The lads left soon after, but Samina and I stayed there a little while longer, napping under the glorious sunshine, before headed back to our hotel. I had a quick shower,, followed by Samina, who came out of the shower; naked and drying her hair and I couldn't stop myself pulling on my soft cock at the sight of her beautiful body. Looking at me she started laughing, "Oh, I'm sorry Omer, but they have so much more than you and they are just boys!" She laughed again "You're such a pathetic impotent wimp! That reminds me, we need to get you a new implant when we get back home!"

I quietly watched Samina getting ready; a tight white sundress looked incredible in contrast with her tanned and toned body, and did little to hide her fantastic bra-less boobs and her tiny white thong could clearly be seen though you flimsy material. Finishing with some white stilettos and a spray of perfume she looked as horny as fuck and was ready to party into the night.

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:11 PM

Chapter 111

Just after 7 there was a knock on our door and I opened it to find Pierre and a gang of the lads from the beach. It was obvious that fucking Samina earlier had given him added confidence and made him even more cocky and he arrogantly pulled her towards him and put his hands around her waist and his tongue down her throat, as he led her away. Along with the other boys I followed my wife and her young lover to their campsite, Pierre and Samina holding kissing and petting heavily all the way there. For a moment I thought it would probably be better if I let her go alone, but my desire to see her with Pierre again, was too much and I quietly followed them.

I could tell my wife wasn't very popular with the French girls at the campsite, having bagged the hottest of the French boys instead of them, and they looked over jealously as Samina and Pierre whispered and flirted and danced together, often cuddling and kissing on the makeshift beach dancefloor. I marvelled at how easily Samina could just simply ignore me, such was her state of mind that even though she knew I was there, she would pay no attention to me when with a lover.

It was getting quite late when Samina and Pierre came over to me and announced they were going back to our hotel. Some of the other boys tried to follow us, but Pierre sent them back, clearly wanting Samina all to himself. As soon as they got back to the room, they were all over each other and after moving over to the bed they didn't waste anytime, not even to get undressed. Pierre pushed Samina's dress up to her waist, and yanked her tiny thong down as she wrestled his shorts down to his knees, eager for his thick, young cock. I watched open-mouthed as the angry purple head of his hard prick sunk deep into my wife's slick cunt. She wrapped her legs around his neck, her white thong still hanging from her high heel, waving almost like a white flag of surrender as he slid inch after inch of his huge cock into her, taking her hard and making her his. It really was an incredible sight, watching their fit, tanned bodies together, enjoying each other so carnally. It was like watching a live porn film starring my wife!

I dropped my own shorts, just as they changed position, Samina getting onto all fours with Pierre thrusting from behind. They both looked at me and laughed before Pierre got back to the serious business of fucking Samina like the bitch that she was!

As I tugged on my soft cock, I started to feel jealous and angry of this arrogant, young stud so completely taking my wife in ways I now I never had and never would. It got too much for me, and I went into the lounge and tried to read a little, not that easy with the loud sounds of the fucking coming from the next room. In fact everyone in our must have heard them rutting so loudly. How this young boy managed to keep fucking repeatedly her until the early hours was shocking. It's like he did not get tired.

I heard Pierre creeping out early the next morning to get back to his own campsite and I went to check on Samina. She looked totally shattered but had a very happy and satisfied smile on her face. I went to kiss her but she gently stopped me, pushing me to her crotch. “Baby, I really need some tender, soft, loving down there. Pierre has fucked me blue!”

I knew exactly what she meant, and gladly went down on her, my tongue working all over her pussy, making her purr in pleasure, as she sighed. I smelt their combined sex juices, licked up the dried cocktail, and the flow back that was still coming out. The rawness of it all was intense, the smell, and the sight of that swollen, pink pussy, were like a work of art, designed to make a man's senses come alive. My tongue did not tire easily, and I must have kept going for well over an our, before Samina pushed me away, turned and was soon snoring softly, totally spent.
For the rest of our holiday Pierre and Samina were inseparable, wherever we went I had to follow, carrying their bags as they absent-mindedly walked hand in hand. The only time they even seemed to recognize my presence was when they told me to pay for something or got me to take their pictures at various tourist attractions and beaches. When we got back to the hotel, and I uploaded our snaps to print off you'd have hardly known I'd been on the holiday as the pictures were virtually all of my wife and her young lover!

The frustration, humiliation and lack of sleep were all starting to take there toll on me, and on the second-to-last day of our holiday when Pierre arrived in the morning and announced we were going back to the nudist beach I snapped and told him like hell we were. Before I realized what was happening he'd grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me over to the sofa, the one I'd been forced to sleep on every night whilst he fucked Samina. Sitting down he yanked me over his knee and holding my wrists together with one hand used his other to pull my shorts and boxers down. The first slap really stung as he started to spank my bare bum!

Now, I am no weakling, but as I tried to wriggle free realized just how deceptively strong and powerful this young man was and I was no way a match for his strength, or the fact that he had a 3rd grade karate black belt. I started to squirm and begged him to stop but he just kept laying blow after blow on my sore behind. I looked over, my eyes watering with pain being inflicted on my behind, at Samina, hoping she'd come to by defence but she just stood their, hands on hips, with a huge grin on her face before clapping and telling him to beat me harder so I "learnt my lesson." When he had finished my arse felt like it was on fire and Samina added, "Well I think we know which one of you is the real man and which one the little boy!" She instructed me to apologize to him and as I said "Sorry, Pierre" she laughed and clapped her hands again. There was not much more to say, my humiliation was total and complete!

When we got to the nudist beach Samina and Pierre stripped off immediately. I was reluctant - not only did I have my silly, little cock to be embarrassed about now but also a burning red bum from the spanking the lad had given me. However, it only took one stern glance from Pierre to get me to drop my trunks. After about an hour the boys from Pierre's camp arrived and he and Samina made me stand up and then bend over so they could all admire his handy work on my poor arse, his actual handprints were visible on both cheeks and the tops of my thighs. They all laughed and chattered in French, no doubt finding it all hilarious.

Pierre sent me to get some beers from a small stand at the far-end of the beach, allowing everyone a good look at my bright, red bum and tiny little cock. When I got back my I Samina resting her head on his stomach gazing lovingly down at his manhood. Looking over at me she said, "Isn't Pierre's cock magnificent?" to which I could only nod. She started to stroke it and took it in her hand, causing it to grow longer and thicker before our eyes. Leaning over she used her tongue to circle the tip of his deep purple helmet before sucking as much as she could between her lips. I let out a gasp as I could only imagine how fantastic it must have felt for Pierre. In the all the years, of our marriage Samina had never once given me a blowjob to completion, and here she was on an open beach sucking on Pierre's massive cock in front of anyone who cared to look. She grown to like the taste of cum and had become a very accomplished fellatrix. As she often told me, she loved blowing men!

Pierre's little gang noticed what was going on almost immediately and came and stood round us as they had at the beginning of our holiday, a tight circle of lads cheering and urging my wife on as she sucked this boy off. Samina knelt up and then climbed on top of Pierre and we all watched as the head of his thick cock disappeared into my wife's pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock letting out a loud gasp as she did so. Looking over at me she mouthed the words, "So much better than you," before raising and lowering herself onto his cock again. As she lifted herself off of him we could all see his massive cock glistening with the juices from my wife's unfaithfully cunt. Samina started to bounce up and down on top of this lad, her tits bounced along in time. He took one in each hand and stated to tweak her nipples, rolling them inbetween his thumbs and forefingers and my wife's head fell backwards and she let out a loud scream as she enjoyed her first orgasm.
Pierre gave her three more very noisy orgasms before we saw his pelvis thrusting up to meet her and he shouted out, "ALLEZ! ALLEZ!" Samina collapsed on top of him and as there tongues explored each other's mouths the small audience all clapped and cheered. I admit that watching this hot and sexy couple having such a perfect fuck was incredible!

Later on Pierre called to one of the young boys who brought a kids plastic bucket and spade over and handed them to me. I was somewhat confused until he ordered me to go down to the waters edge and built him and Samina a big sand castle as they wanted to have some time alone together. Not only was this task humiliating it also meant bending over I couldn't hide the handprints on my arse as lots of people walked passed strolling along the waters edge.
When I had finished Samina insisted on taking a photograph with Pierre and I on either side of the sandcastle. That photo is now on her bedside table, my little cock hardly noticeable unlike Pierre's massive member. Then, before I knew what was happening Pierre had pushed me face first into the sandcastle and then stood above me, his foot on my back, pushing me into the sand, as Samina took another photo of the "victor and the wimp" as she called it. This photo is now on my bedside table at Samina's insistence.

On the last morning of our stay Pierre and Samina wanted to be alone to say goodbye so I was sent out for a couple of hours whilst they had one last fuck. When the taxi arrived to take us to the airport they enjoyed a long, slow, deep French kiss as I loaded our luggage into the car.
Since we got back Samina has admitted that humiliating me sexually is very arousing for her, and she hopes to do it more often. She admitted that getting me to suck Tony's cock, my balls busted by Tehmina, and get spanked by Pierre, was just too erotic for her. She said that putting me on the impotence medication was the best decision she ever made and she was very much in Pushpa's debt!

I can't deny it is very frustrating and I get very jealous of the men she lets enjoy her gorgeous body whilst I am totally denied. However, even though she rarely lets me watch them fucking, she will often bring one of her boyfriends home and I get the pleasure of listening from the other side of the bedroom door as they enjoy themselves, pulling on my useless little cock in the time honoured tradition of the cuckold, and of course looking forward to the delicious creampies that inevitably await me!

Its strange, but now that I look back on it, I can only marvel at Pushpa's understanding of me and males in general. No wonder that woman always have a bevy of male admirers around her. She knew how to play and manipulate men into doing anything she wanted them to do. And the best part was that she did it in a manner that did not appear bossy, or pushy, or even dominating. She simply helped a man's true nature come out. She had this uncanny ability to recognize, what she called half-man. A person who was male anatomically, but not sexually. Not that she meant such a man was sexually feminine, but more like a mental eunuch. Someone who knew in his heart of hearts that his role in life was to be anything but a lover for his wife or partner. But someone who got immense pleasure from her pleasure, and did not expect any sexual pleasure of favors in return. The woman really deserves a Nobel prize, for all the couples she has helped! So many marriages have been saved because of her!

Now, I have to bring back Pushpa into this story as she is once again about to play a huge part in our lives. Only this time it was the last time she did so as a coach, and guide. After that she was just another friend. Samina by now was at a point where she really did not need any more guidance or assistance anyway.

I won't bore you with details of any more encounters of Samina's after we returned from France. Suffice to say, she had lots! And before you knew it, 2 years more years had passed. In that Samina's experiences pretty much mirrored what you have read so far. She made a couple of visits to Pakistan in that time, but nothing happened when she was there. She was even offered a chance to work as a classy escort for a service that catered exclusively to wealthy, powerful men, but turned that offer down. Faiza, an old friend of hers from Pakistani, now living in North America, who worked for this agency had offered to introduce Samina to them, but Samina was not interested. Maybe some day you will get to read Faiza's story.

Anyway, back to our story. Pushpa dropped in on us unannounced one day. She was alone, no husband in tow. She told us that she was in the area, for a speaking engagement at the one of the many local universities. While the university had put her up in one of the finest hotels in town, there really was no question about the fact that she would be staying with us for the 3 nights that she was in town for.

That gave the 3 of us an opportunity for us to catch up, share stories and jokes. I usually went to bed around 10 p.m, giving Samina and Pushpa a good couple or hours talk alone. A fact that both women had made clear they wanted.

It was on the 3rd and final night, that Pushpa finally brought up the subject.

“So I take it you still have him on the implant?” Pushpa asked Samina.

“Of course!” Samina replied.

“Good girl, but you know my sweetie Afzal is off it!” Pushpa sipped her tea.

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:12 PM

Chapter 112

“What?” Samina sounded surprised, and frankly so was I. “Why do you want him to get erect?” It was almost as if Samina was shocked that Pushpa would want her husband to be potent.

Pushpa laughed. “No silly, of course I don't! I want him as my mental eunuch forever!”

“Then....” Samina let her question unasked.

“Well, he doesn't need it!” Pushpa explained.

It took a few seconds for the reality of what Pushpa was saying to dawn on Samina. “You mean.... he...is... impotent....without...it?” Samina said slowly.

Pushpa laughed. “Bingo! He is true eunuch now! Mental and physical!”

“But how?” Samina laughed.

Even before Pushpa could say a word, I knew what he answer would be.

“Its that implant, too long and it causes irreversible, permanent impotence!” I said softly, something I had believed to be the truth for a while now.

Pushpa smiled. “You always were brilliant Omer. How did you know?”

I took a deep breath. “I just deduced that would be the case. You cannot keep a man impotent for so long, without causing some kind of permanent damage. My guess is that it destroys some nerves that control erections!”

“Wow Omer, you really are brilliant. That is exactly what it does. The drug manufacturer discovered this fact around the time you first went on it, so that is why you never saw the drug come to the mass market. It is only used to extreme cases and can only be special ordered by a doctor, who can only prescribe it for very short periods of time. ” Pushpa explained.

“You knew?” Samina asked.

“Well, I saw the initial studies, but the final confirmation did not come till about a year ago. And since you seemed happy keeping Omer permanently soft, I thought there was no need to tell you the truth.” Pushpa said simply.

“So does that mean that Omer too......” Samina began.

“Impotent? Yes I am certain that he is permanently so, you don't have to put in a new implant once the one he has right now runs out!” Pushpa said.

I was in a state of turmoil. Even though I had suspected that this would be case, now that Pushpa had confirmed it, did not make me feel any better. My real worry was not that I would now have a permanently limp penis, but that Samina may not be happy with me anymore. For the first time I felt like I was not a total man. I felt ashamed and small, as I realized that there was no hope at all of me ever experiencing her warm, welcoming vagina, around my cock again, I would not be able to put any children in her. She had never mentioned wanting to have kids, so maybe she would not care about me not being able to give her any. But what if she did? Would she leave me for someone who could give her all that I could not? I could not bear the thought of living without Samina.

My worries will still running through my mind, when felt Samina hugging me tightly. “I am sorry sweetie, you must be feeling terrible. If it helps any, I will always love you! You are the only man for me, and I will never stop loving you! You have given me so much love and freedom, you have helped set me free. There can be no man but you for me to grow old with and spend my life with!” She told, looking straight into my eyes, and I knew she was speaking the truth.

“But.....” I began.

“No sweetie, you don't have to worry about anything. It's not like you were fucking me recently! The best thing you could have done for me was to become my half-man, mental eunuch!” Samina said soothingly. “And this changes nothing!”

“But what about kids?” I asked softly, feeling a lot better.

“What about them?” Samina asked coldly.

“I can't give you any, and what if you want them?” I whined, almost cried. I was actually panicking.

“Sweetie, I don't want kids and thats that. That is something you don't have to worry about, unless I change my mind someday, but even then I am sure we will be able to come up with something that works!” Samina kissed me and tried to cuddle a little. But I was not sure what she meant, I mean what could work? I know mine didn't?

We talked long into the night, with Pushpa offering advice and words of encouragement along the way. By the time we went to bed, I felt much better, and realized that what Samina had said was correct. Just because I was permanently impotent really did not change anything as far as our sexual relationship was concerned. And so things went along pretty much as before, for a while longer.

Samina went through periods of intense activity to ones where she hardly had any sexual contact with her lovers for weeks at a time. And this way the months turned into 3 more years going by. Our life continued pretty much as before, we took vacations together, I still cleaned her out, or as she put it massage her sore pussy like a true champion, and we made out in bed, cuddled, kissed. Basically did everything a married couple normally do, except have sex, that was no longer possible. When Samina did not take me to the doctor, to get a new implant, I held out faint hope that maybe Pushpa was wrong, and I would be a completely potent man again, but alas no such luck. For many days after the implant in me had completely dissolved, I tried to tug on my cock, in the shower each morning, and no matter how hard I tried, it refused to wake up from its permanent slumber. It was indeed as Pushpa had said, it was for all intents and purposes dead! And I finally accepted that to be true. My acceptance was made easier by the fact that Samina did not seem to be missing it. As she so aptly put it, even when it was alive, its not like I could give her much pleasure with it. Still to this day I miss the familiar pressure, that pleasant feeling that comes with orgasming. All I do now is drip ejaculate when I am mentally aroused.

You may have heard about a woman's proverbial biological clock, the one which eggs her on. Well as Samina approached her 30th birthday, I noticed changes happening in her, almost like that clock had started to tick. It was nothing major at first, but I saw subtle changes, like she would look and smile at babies, and their moms, those looks got longer as time went on, and then those looks turned from just smiles but to looks of missing and wanting, and indeed needing! I saw it unfold in front of my eyes, and I knew it was only a matter of time!

And before I knew it, that time was upon us. I normally get home from work, a few minutes before my Samina. That fateful day, was no exception and as I was sitting at the kitchen table sorting out the days mail my lovely wife came walking into the kitchen from the garage. “He asked me out again!”, she laughed as I looked up at her. She was wearing a white button up blouse with a black bra underneath that was just barely visible through her slightly shear blouse. Her black skirt came down to just above her knees but had a slit up the left side that at times showed off the tops of her stockings. She was not coming home from work, which she had left early to be with.... you guessed it Vinod! That Bollywood start was back for yet another tour of the US and had not wasted anytime in contacting Samina. He had insisted that the tour start and end in our city, and this was just the start. For the past several days, Samina had been leaving work early to be with Vinod after his rehearsals ended.

“I don't blame him.”, I told her, “You look absolutely beautiful.” As she removed her heels I asked, “So did you accept or did you turn him down again?” I laughed. Its a poor joke, I know but what the heck, it was fun bantering with her.

“I gave him a peck on the cheek then whispered into his ear that if I wasn't married that he could have had me a long time ago.” Letting her hair down she shook hear head sending her long flaxen hair tumbling down to frame her lovely face, as she giggled naughtily and I walked up and hugged her tight. She smelt of his cologne and their combined sweat, I knew exactly what awaited me between her legs!

“So how did he react to being turned down again?” The bantering continued.

Licking her red lips, “He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth and slid his hands down to cup my ass of course.”

“What did you do when he kissed you?” I asked nearly loosing my breath with excitement, as I pictured my lovely, slut of a wife in Vinod's arms.

“I kissed him back.”, she smiled. “What would you have me do? Slap that big hunk of a man?” She laughed as I kissed her, tasting and smelling what I thought was familiar salty flavor and odour, and wondered it she had capped the date with Vinod by giving him a blow job.

“When are you going to see him next?” I asked, as Samina pushed me away and pointed at her crotch. I immediately complied kissing her body as I slowly lowered myself down to her crotch level.

Giggling she said, “Well its Friday tomorrow, and he has a show to do, and on Saturday, so I will probably spend Sunday with him.” Leaning back against the couch she slowly started slipping off her skirt and panties. I was immediately greeted by that exotic smell that comes from the combination of male and female sex juices, and saw some of encrusted around her lovely entrance. Without waiting any longer I dove in, savoring the salty flavor, as it went down my tongue and throat.

Samina moaned a little, and with her hands pushed my head harder into her cunt. I doubled my efforts. “But if I did go out with him are you willing to accept how it might end?” She asked softly, with all seriousness

“And how do you think it may end?” Came my muffled voice. I was a little taken aback, but then immediately understood what she had meant. We had spoken of it when Vinod had first called her.

“Breakfast in his hotel room silly!” She giggled and I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clitoris. “Oh god that feels great!” She moaned.

“What about your three date rule?”I pulled back and laughed out.

“Yeah right, the one rule I have never obeyed since I starting cuckolding you!” Samina pushed by head back into her crotch.

“No but I mean it, are you ready for what might follow?” She asked again.

I pulled back again. “Sweetie, you are still on the pill, so he can't get you pregnant!”

Samina smiled at me. “I went off the pill the moment I knew Vinod would be coming! So...”

That was a bit of a surprise to me, but I said, “so for all you know, he may have already impregnated you. You could be carrying his child right now!” I frenched her pussy hard, and she laughed but said nothing as I licked her to a small orgasm. She let out a high-pitched “I really want his babieeeeeeeessseee!” as she shuddered a little and ground her crotch harder into my face. I knew then exactly what would happen! There would be no stopping Samina.

We showered together and I came down to watch some TV while Samina dressed for dinner, we had decided to go out to our favorite Italian joint. While she up in our bedroom, I tried to get hold of my feelings. Part of me was happy that Samina seemed to have found a suitable father for our first child, but another part felt said that I could not father any children myself. It seemed so unfair. Here was Vinod, this handsome, virile man, who had fathered children with several women, including the wives of many of his bollywood fellow stars, and despite being significantly older than Samina had managed to seduce her too. I wondered if she had told him what her plans were.

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:12 PM

Chapter 113

The front bell rang, and I headed off to the door since I was still dressed. Samina quickly pulled her skirt back up and grabbed the rest of her cloths. As I walked out of the kitchen I turned and watched her run up the back stairs with her skirt slipping and exposing her cute little ass.

Answering the door I found a pimple faced teenager wearing a delivery shirt of a local florist. Extending a long package and a clipboard to me he said, “I have a delivery for a Miss Samina Shams”

“It is Mrs Samina Shams”, I corrected him. “And do I look like her?”

“No but as long as it is the correct address I get payed the same. Please sign the clipboard.” Grabbing a pen that was tied to the clipboard I scribbled my signature on the space next to my wife's name.

Closing the door behind me I heard my wife call out, “Who is it dear?”

“Just a flower delivery for you.” Looking at the card, “It is from Vinod.”

“Oh.”, she squealed as she ran down the front stairs into the living room in just her panties, garter and stockings. Apparently she left the rest of her clothing upstairs. Ignoring the bouquet of red roses she tore open the card and read it. Squealing she said, “He wants to take me to be his personal guest at the show tomorrow.” With a sparkle of pure joy in her eyes.

“Will you go?” I asked.

“Of course I will, and I promise to tell you all about it, when I return home!.” She leaped into my arms and kissed me.

“I will. Thank you.”, she kissed me again, “I need to get a new dress. Take me shopping.” I did not bother asking if she was worried about being seen there alone by members of the Pakistani community who would be there too. Samina had long since stopped caring about what they thought of her.

Half an hour latter we were at the mall, I was helping her pick out lingerie to go with her new black rap-around dress, that was not only super right, it was also super short, boy would the aunties of the Pakistani community have something to talk about when they saw her in that! Holding up a pair of red lacy thong panties Samina asked me, “How about these?”

“Those are hot. I can't wait to see you in those.” I grinned.

“They are for Vinod silly.”, she giggled. I payed for them and a matching bra and garter.

After a quick dinner at the mall's eatery we went home. I begged Samina to model what she got for her date but she refused. She did drag me off to bed where we had one of our most torrid make out session for a long time. So aroused was she, that she orgasmed within minutes of my tongue finally making its way between her legs. As I pleasured her, I could not help but wonder if Vinod had already successfully planted his seed in my wife. I did not feel upset or mad, only curious. It was inevitable, and might as week be Vinod as any other man.

The following day was Friday. When I got home I discovered that my wife had beat me home. Entering into the house from the garage I called out to Samina but didn't get an answer. I wandered quickly through the downstairs before going up to our bedroom.

From out of our bathroom I heard soft music playing. Pushing the door open I found Samina relaxing in the bathtub filled with red rose petals. Looking up at me she said, “Hi sweetie. Wanted to get an early start getting ready for my date since Vinod will be here to pick me up in an hour.”

I am not sure how long I just stood there admiring my wife's naked body as she soaked in the tub. Kneeling down next to the tub I reached into the water and ran my finger down her belly to her bald pussy. “I see that you shaved.”

“Yeah, Vinod prefers bald!”

I slid a finger along her pussy. “It looks nice!.”

“You never answered my question yesterday.”

“Which question is that?”

“The one about how you will you feel about what will happen tonight.”
“Samina, I love you. No matter what happens I will not stop loving you or leave you. And frankly this really is our only option. I know you want it, and thats why I do too!”

“Thank you my love. Now please wait downstairs till Vinod picks me up. I want to close my eyes for a bit.” I leaned over and kissed her, standing up to admire her body one last time before wrenching myself from the bathroom.

For the next hour or so I tried to occupy myself till Vinod came to pick up my bride, and give her his child, if he hadn't already. My thoughts keep drifting to the memory of her in the bath. She looked so pure, and happy, like someone who had everything she could possibly ever want out of life. There was a contentment about her. And I had to feel happy for her, for us!

The doorbell ringing startled me back to reality. This time when I answered the door it wasn't some pimple faced delivery boy but Vinod. He was dressed in a tux as he greeted me. “Hi buddy. Is your wife ready?” He asked jovially, letting himself in.

“Not yet.”, I told him as I let him in. Walking a few steps up the stairs I called out, “Samina. Your date is here.”

“I am almost ready.”, she answered.

A few minutes latter she floated down the stairs and into Vinod's embrace. As they kissed I realized that this wasn't going to be a replay of that first time I saw them kissing. This time, they were already well-established lovers.

As they broke their kiss Vinod looked at me and said, “Don't worry buddy. I won't keep her out to late. I will have her in bed before it is too late.” Samina giggled at the implied meaning.

“Have fun you two.” I told them as they left. I just stood there in the open doorway as he escorted my wife to his car and drove off. Closing the door I wandered upstairs to our bedroom. Sitting down on the bed I found a note on her pillow. Picking it up I read the very short message she left me. Putting the note on the bedside table I wandered off back downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat.

I thought of staying up till he brought her back but I was sure that would mean staying up all weekend. There was no way in hell she was getting back before Sunday evening. All sorts of erotic and at time scary thought went through my mind. Mentally, both Samina and I were ready to have a child, but I could picture all kinds of complications arising if Vinod demanded to be part of the childs life and insisted on practising his paternal rights.

Turning in early I lay in bed and picked up that note she left me and reread it several more times before I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with my wife performing all kinds of acts of debauchery. Through the long night I kept waking feeling horny but the empty bed and limp penis, mocked me back to sleep.

Waking the next morning alone sent me into a short lived panic till I remembered that she was not alone where she slept. I was feeling some pains of jealously. What was worse than the jealousies that I felt was that I missed her. I really missed her and wished that I could just hold her in my arms at that moment. Let her know, how much I wanted to be with her, make her happy and give her whatever she wanted. It was reaction like none other, but then this time, her date with a lover was more than just about sex, it was to result in something special.

Looking at the clock I noticed that it was just past seven o'clock as I reached for the phone. I was so tempted to call Samina on her cell. As my fingers brushed it I felt that I should not. It would be wrong to disturb them, so I stopped. Getting up I went and took a shower.

After having a light breakfast and still nothing from Samina I looked at the clock and noticed that just over an hour had passed since I woke up. Next to the clock is a picture of her that I took shortly after we got married and she joined me in the US. In that picture she was curled up under a hand knit afghan and you could tell that she was nude. That picture was the closest any other man has come to seeing my Samina in the nude since I took that picture. At that time who would have ever guessed how many lucky men would get not only to see her lovely nakedness, but also experience paradise from it?

Starring at her picture I found myself dialing her cellphone before I realized what I was doing. I was soon jolted back to reality when I heard her cellphone ring. I saw she had left it in our bedroom, on the dresser! She wanted to be incommunicado! I didn't even know what hotel Vinod was staying at. Hanging up I slumped down into a near by chair still looking at that picture. The realization that not only had she spent the night with another not just giving him her body, but taking from him something special in return, something that would change our lives completely was so brilliantly erotic and worrying. Vinod was giving her, what I couldn't, and that thought made me a little sad too.

Lost in my thoughts of my wife's body and what she and Vinod probably did last night I didn't realize that another two hours passed before I snapped out out if. It was not easy spending the rest of the weekend, waiting for Samina to return. Finally, around 5 pm Sunday evening, while cleaning up the house for the 5th or 6th, I was startled by the ringing of a phone. Answering the phone I was greeted by my wife telling me that she loved me. “Do you still love me?”, she asked. I told her I did. “Good. I will be home soon with something special for you.”

When she got home she still had on the same dress but I noticed that she no longer had on her stockings. When I asked her what she brought me she unwrapped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was totally nude. “What happened to the sexy lingerie?”

“Vinod kept it as a souvenir.”, she told me as she lead me to our bedroom. Laying down on the bed she commanded, “Eat my pussy, Honey.”

Kneeling between her legs I noticed how red and puffy her pussy was. Licking her pussy it was wetter than normal and but it tasted like I had expected it would. A taste I had grown to love as she fed it to me, bucking her hips to force her cunt harder against my mouth.

Looking up at my wife from between her legs and my face all covered in their love juice I said, “You have been very naughty.” She giggled. “So how was it? Do you plan to see him again”

Pouting she said, “of course sweetie. He is going away on tour for a few weeks. When he comes back, they will have one last show here, before they return to India. Only Vinod won't. He will be moving in with us for a few days! So you will need to move into the other room, in fact I would like you to butler for us. Remember, Vinod is doing us a huge favor!”

I was quiet for a while, then said, “okay darling. But does Vinod know he is doing this huge favor?”

Samina laughed. “Of course he does silly. I would not hide it from him! He has a right to know!”

“And how does he feel about it?” I had to ask.

“He is fine, as long as we don't expect him to be a provider for the child, which I assured him, we had no intention of ever expecting from him. I told him your name would be on the birth certificate as the father, and that would give him a lot of legal protection as in this state once a man's name goes on the birth certificate as the father, he is responsible for the child.”

I nodded my understanding. It made me feel a lot better that Vinod did not want any part of the child's life to be his responsibility. Giving her pussy another lick I nibbled on her clit causing her to moan

As I continued, Samina went on, “I can't wait to let him in my panties again! Of all the lovers I have had, I would rank him right near the top! I love playing with his huge cock and stroking it. I love the way his fingers work their way under my panties and into my pussy. He finger fucks me till I was on the verge of cumming. This one time, he stopped, and pulled out his finger out of me he turned me around, leaned me over and pulled up my skirt. With my panties pulled aside he entered me and took me right there in his dressing room, and he came in me. I tried as hard as I could to stifle my sounds, as an orgasm built in me. It wouldn't do if we got caught! You should see his cock! Its magnificent. Not the longest I have ever had, but certainly the thickest and veiniest! I mean those veins are amazing, I feel every throb and tensing of them. And he gets as hard as a metal rod! It is a think of real beauty! So unlike yours!” She snickered and gave me a look of pity.

“No wonder your panties were so wet when you got home.” I smiled at her, feeling a little shameful at her last comment, and went back to licking her clean.

“Yeah, and at the dressing room it just kind of happened, he didn't even bother to lock the door! Anyone could have just barged in and seen me with his cock buried inside to the hilt! Can you imagine what a scandal that would have been? I am sure it would have been splashed all over the covers of Indian and Pakistani rag sheets!” Samina snickered, and sighed as I flicked her clitoris hard.

“Did the two of you even go to a play in the dressing room again?” I asked her.

“No.” she answered as I went back to licking her pussy. “He took me to dinner then we went back to his hotel. Riding up to his floor in the elevator he got my dress off me and then had me walk to his room in just my heals and lingerie. I felt so sexy and I didn't care how many men saw me in my sexy undies. And believe you me it must have been several!”

“How many men saw you?” I asked excitedly. I always loved it when Samina exhibited herself.

“I don't know. A few at least.” she panted. “When we got to his room I waited against his door waiting for him. He embraced me and kissed me while he removed my bra right there in the hall in front of his neighbors before unlocking the door.”

“Did any of them see your tits?” I pulled up and asked

“Yes they all did.” she smiled. “I felt so slutty and horny I slithered out of my panties as soon as the door was closed and leaned over the arm of his couch as he took me from behind filling me full of his seed for the first of many times that night. I just love the way his massive cock feels as it blasts it's seed into my cunt.” She moaned as I sucked on her clitoris.

“Maybe you got pregnant last night?”

“Maybe!” Samina said softly. “He is very virile and could have easily got me pregnant.“ She was on the verge of an orgasm, and I redoubled my effort, my tongue going crazy all over the place. “I can't wait to do him again!” And she shuddered as my tongue finally completed its magic.

Pulling myself up, I pulled her into my embrace and just held her as she panted. “I love you.” I told her. “And, it would be nice start a family.” I kissed her on the forehead. Her breathing softened as she clung to me.

“Would you still love me if I had another man's baby?” Her concern surprised me. Up to now, only I was the one worried about how she would feel about me, once another man planted his seed in her. It was nice to know that she too was worried about my feelings for her. I told her yes. “Could you love my child from another man?” Again I assured her I would. “I know darling, and that is why I love you so much!” she said softly, kissing me hard.

We hugged, kissed, and cuddled for a while longer, then I said, “it doesn't matter to me who the father. Vinod is only providing the seed, the child is mine!”

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:13 PM

Chapter 114

Well Vinod was gone for this tour and it turned out that Samina was not pregnant, as she got her period while he was gone. Not that she was disappointed, it only meant that she would be fucking him day and night when he returned. And the days could not pass by fast enough for her. Every morning she would cross them off on the calendar, until the day of his return came.

Samina dressed super sexy as she prepared to receive Vinod at the airport. She wore a blood red tight-fitting micro mini-skirt dress, with a V neck, only the V fell all the way up to her navel, and showed off her cleavage very prominently. To complete the outfit, she put on a silk thong and a pair of 5” pencil heels. The dress was suited fine for a night out clubbing, but at the airport it would only make her stand out.

Around 5 pm or so, Samina kissed me hard and headed out. Vinod's flight was due to land at 6 and she did not want to be late. “Now remember sweetie, its been a while, so I hope you have not forgotten to butler!” She called out as she she closed the door behind her.

As soon as she left, I got busy making sure that everything would be perfect when they returned. I cleaned up the bedroom, laid out a nice dinner placement for two, put the champagne in the fridge and ordered some gourmet food. Samina had told me exactly what to order, as she knew what Vinod liked. Strangely enough he was consumate meat eater!

I had just finished showering and changing when I heard a car pull in and the front door open and close. That was followed by the sounds of Samina laughing and giggling as they entered. I hurried down.

“Good evening Madam, good even sir!” I greeted them, in my best possible imitation of what I thought a butler should sound like.

“Good evening Omer.” Samina said cheerfully. Vinod only smiled and nodded, I did not know what to make of him, was he into the game as much as Samina was? Clearly she enjoyed me butlering for them, but I could not get a read on what Vinod thought about that. Did he think it was just some stupid game for Samina to humiliate me like this, or did he get as much a kick out of it, knowing that while he was there trying his best to give Samina his child, I, he husband was waiting on them hand and foot, as simple servant.

My unasked question was immediately answered when Vinod said, “my luggage in the car!”

Without batting an eyelid, I said, “we good Sir, I will take up to your and madam's room right away.”

“I would like a drink first, scotch and soda.” Vinod said, as he pulled Samina closer to him and kissed her hard.

I did not want to interrupt them so quietly went to bar and made the drink for Vinod, and a wine spritzer for Samina. Then I waited for them to finish kissing, which took a while, before handing them their drinks and taking care of Vinod's luggage. After that I got busy laying out dinner, then serving it to them, and finally cleaning up after they were done and had retired to the bedroom.

After the initial conversation with me, Samina and Vinod paid me no attention, treating me like a real butler. Which of course is what I was for the next 3 weeks. Both Samina and I had taken the 3 weeks off. So essentially for that time, I was nothing more than a servant in my own house. That thought was delightfully humiliating!

And that his how it went for the next three weeks. Samina and Vinod rarely left the house. Most of their was spent behind the closed bedroom door. They would send me a text message on my phone, whenever they needed anything, and I would run errands for them. On one such errand, while the car stopped at a traffic light, I chanced to look up and saw the imprints of Samina's feet on the roof. My mind drifted back to Mahesh the guy who had sold it to us. He had really used Samina well, and boy she had some fun with him, particularly making me butler for them! And here I was doing the same thing again, only this time her lover was attempting to plant his seed in her! It all seemed too humiliatingly surreal!

I wish I could say I saw Vinod fuck Samina, but I never did. They always did it behind a locked door. I often saw Vinod naked, his big, dark, veiny, uncut dick flopping around as he walked, but not once during the 3 weeks did Samina let me see her naked. When I went to the bedroom to serve them anything, she would pointedly pull up a sheet to cover herself, as I entered, at other times she would be in her housecoat, never naked when I was around. One time, when Vinod had gone out, I entered the bedroom without knocking, and Samina was just coming out of the shower, with just a towel around her head, she looked at me and screamed “why the hell didn't you knock?” Then quickly turned around and went back to the bathroom.

I was taken aback by her reaction. But in a way understood it too. She was not just playing. To her this was all very real. While Vinod was there, he was for all intents and purposes her husband, and I just a butler. From that point I too became completely immersed in the fantasy cum reality that Samina had created. I stopped thinking of her as my wife for the remainder of Vinod's stay at our house.

The three weeks went by quite fast actually. Samina and Vinod continued treating me like a butler and went out occasionally. But mostly their domain was the bedroom. I was amazed that man of Vinod's age could be capable of having so much sex, his appetite seemed insatiable.

It was on the last day, in fact just hours before Vinod was supposed to be on his flight back to India that Samina summoned me into their bedroom. I thought it was probably to order some coffee and sandwiches, but as I entered, I say that she lay alone on the bed, stark naked, legs akimbo. She had that clanguid look about herher, the kind she always got after a supreme orgasm. I heard the shower running and figured that Vinod was in there.

“You rang madame?” I asked, surprised that she did not cover up.

“Hmmm...yes.” Samina said softly. “I need your services!”

I immediately understood what she meant, and took up the familiar position between her legs. Her pussy looked red and raw, and was leaking a river of cum. I took in the smell of raw sexuality and slowly went to work with my tongue, licking up the juices offered and did what I did best, soothe her aching pussy. It did not take long before she was moaning softly, and had her legs wrapped around my head, slowly grinding my her cunt against my face, then I felt her shudder a little, and open her legs pushing me away. I knew my job was done! I lifted out, and felt the combined sex juices of Samina and Vinod pasted around my lips and on my chin. With every swallow, I thought I could feel the viscous combination go down my throat.

As I was getting off the bed, I saw Vinod coming our the bathroom, quite naked, his proud manhood taunting and belittling me. I felt myself looking away, not having the desire to see it.

“So you got what you needed?” Vinod laughed and pointed at me.

“Of course, his tongue is very talented!” Samina laughed getting up, and sat next to Vinod on the bed. Not knowing what was expected of me, I stood there quietly, while Vinod and Samina kissed.

“Omer, please come here.” Samina called me over to them. I saw she was holding Vinod's semi-erect cock in her hands, squeezing it gently. “This,” she lifted up the cock and showed me, “has give me a lot of pleasure these past few weeks, and I am convinced has also given us our first child. I want you thank it, by kissing it! Show Vinod how talented your tongue and mouth really are, so far he has only heard it from me!”

I blanched. Samina wanted me to give Vinod a blow job! This was only the second time she had ordered me to do that, and frankly it was not something I was quite comfortable doing, but then as Samina had once told me, if a cock is good enough to go in her mouth, pussy, and ass, it was certainly good enough to go into mine.

I looked over helplessly, and hopefully at Vinod. He did not strike me as a guy who was even remotely interested in men, but all I got was an expectant smile.

“Don't look at him!” Samina snickered. “He is an actor, and has no problem getting a man to worship his lovely cock! Many a men have done so!”

I walked over and kneeled between Vinod's open legs, he stiffening penis just about my face level. It was the first time, I was seeing it so close, and it looked even more potent, menacing, manly, and dominant than it did from afar. I stared at it for a few moments, then suddenly felt Samina's hand at the back of my head pushing me hard towards it. Taking a deep breath, I started to lick it all over, its veins feeling like huge bumps, as it stiffened to its full might. From the corner of my right eye, I saw Vinod fingering Samina.

Well from them on, it did not take long, in for a penny, in for a pound, I went to work on the magnificent sample of manhood in front of me, tentatively at first, and then when Samina egged me on, saying “c'mon Omer you can do better, show me what a great cock sucker you can be!” with unabashed gusto, kissing, licking, sucking, licking his balls, as Samina complimented my technique, in worshipping, this superior male, the man who gave my wife untold pleasure, and at the same time was gifting us his child!

Pretty soon, Vinod shoved his cock in my mouth and started to assault my throat, not letting me remove my mouth from his hotrod! I felt his veins stiffen and knew it was nearly time. Try as I might, nothing could have prepared me for the hard, jet or cum that shot its way to the back of my throat. I choked and tried to pull away, but Samina's hand kept my held in place. I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but was losing, the flood of the gooey, salty was too much, too fast, I could do nothing about it, as Vinod's cock continued to ram against the fact of my throat, going down it at times. I felt like I would throw up, and I did, just as Vinod pulled out, my mouth ejected a mixture of his cum and my vomit.

“Ugh! That smells disgusting!” Samina remarked. “Get the cleaner and clean up this mess!”

They left me alone to scrub the floor and clean up the mess. Then I drove them to the airport, where they had a long parting kiss! Almost exactly 9 months later Samina gave birth to lovely, baby boy! I noticed that he had Vinod's dark complexion, mixed perfectly with Samina's light one, giving him a coffeeish complexion, certainly no one would ever suspect he was not mine! In honor of his father we did not get in circumsized, much to the disgust of our families, but we simply told them that it would be done later, immediately following birth was not possible as the child was ill. We named him Amar!

During the pregnancy, Samina was rather restrained, sexually that it. In those 9 months she had just two lovers, both on different trips she took on behalf of her employer. Nothing worth writing about. After the birth, she spent 3-4 months getting herself back into shape. Then she hit the dating scene once again. By then Amar had reached an age where I could easily baby sit him for a few hours and he would not miss his mother, giving Samina time to re-enter the sexual world. Well enter it she did with a vengeance. She went haywire, and in a space of just around 12-13 months slept with more than a dozen different men!

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:13 PM

Chapter 115

I think the reader will be more interested in how we had our second child, more than hearing about Samina's little flings that were pretty much pure sex! So, this is a story of how she ended up knocked up second time, around the time Amar was just about 2 years old. I did not have to give permission, just let it happen. I saw the desire awakening in Samina, and knew it was useless to try and fight it! That should hardly surprise the reader!

We talked about it a little, actually it was more like Samina telling me she wanted another child, “Amar needed a companion sibling,” she put it. Plus she said I had shown myself to be a great father, and another child deserved having me as one! So she had decided to have another child. The only question remained with whom? Vinod was gone and would probably not be back for another couple of years at the earliest. But Samina was not worried, she was sure she would find a suitable candidate. But not in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined who it would be!

When I had first entered university, I decided try out for a fraternity, thinking it would be a good way to meet easy girls, and be invited to the coolest parties. Now, when you join a fraternity, you are first put through ritual hazing, which is often designed to be as humiliating as possible, yet never to be talked about outside the frat house! In my new fraternity, among the many things they did to us, one particularly humiliating one, was make all the new guys line up, and jerk off in the shower. Of course, we where all naked and it is one of those guy things. The fraternity seniors called it team-building, and guy-bonding exercise.

Including myself, there were 10 new initiates that year and Jeff Gonzalez (a first generation Mexican-American) was one. Up to that point, I always thought that I shot what was probably a decent sized load, and that my cock was just about average sized. But Jeff was several inches longer, and much more thick. Massively thick. Anyway, we all jerked off, but Jeff was last to cum. Long after I was done, Jeff jerked and jerked and shot five, or maybe seven large and several smaller spurts ! No I nor my frat buddies are gay, but no one had ever seen that. He ended up with so much cum on the floor. That we were all, even the seniors, were left speechless, staring at the puddle he had shot out. And he was still dripping more.

Well as you would expect, Jeff got all the women, for everyone I scored with, he had 3 or 4. And for some reason he seemed to develop a competitive streak against me. He liked nothing more than to boast about all the girls he was scoring with. He kept all of us, particularly me aware of his conquests. In my face stuff. He was getting a rep. A hot lay. From the girls. He claimed to me he fucked every girl in the sorority next door. Even knock a couple up, and left them do deal with getting abortions. He did not care other than the pussy was tight. According to him he fucked most of his female teachers as their husbands watched and begged him to cum in them. Like I said a real bastard.

Then I met Pushpa and moved things changes, as you know. She became my goddess and trainer, and I stopped caring about what Jeff had to say about my lack of conquests compared to his. I felt great being with Pushpa, no matter the stories from Jeff, I had Pushpa and he kept attempting to get her, but nothing worked! Pushpa hated guys like Jeff, she called them “untrainable wild beasts!” She told me that she would not mind bedding him, but only after she was sure that I was fully trained! But marriage to Samina happened before that.

After I got married, Samina and I saw a Jeff, mostly at annual fraternity reunions or events. Now, despite his competitive streak, basically, Jeff is a good guy. A nice guy. Only I saw this side of him. He should be a good friend, but he has some major flaws and Samina knew it too. He tried to hit on from the moment they met and would come on very strong. Eventually he moved away and we did not see him after that. I did not even give him a second thought.

The fraternity's 100th birthday was coming up and I had been asked to chair the fund-raising committee, to raise money for the a proper celebration and to fully renovate the fraternity house. I gladly dove into that work. Kept me away from thinking about who might be knocking up my wife. Old fraternity brothers from all over the world donated money, and soon I had collected more pledges than we had initially targeted. I realized it was time to start thanking people personally. As I went through the spreadsheet listing each donor and the amount given, I was surprised to see that Jeff, was in the top 20. The same Jeff who I had not seen for many years!

So I called Jeff to thank him for his generous donation and to remind him that the fraternity would be hosting a proper, formal birthday celebration at the frat house in a few weeks. Many ex-frat brothers would be flying in from all over the world, and I hoped he would be there as well. Jeff happily told me that he would not miss it for anything. He also said he would have a special gift at the end of the night. Little did I know what that meant.

Over the ensuing days, Jeff called back and we talked several times. And almost every time he insisted on chatting with Samina, nothing serious, just the usual courtesies, like he was an old friend. He seemed really changed. No longer one upping me. Leaving Amar, with our next door neighbors (a lesbian couple, who had often baby sat him, and were delighted to have him for the whole weekend),We agreed to fly in a couple of days before the event, so as catch up, and to play golf one afternoon (at his expense of course! He was successful investment banker and could afford it!). I beat him. I finally beat him and he was very nice about it and bragged to Samina what a good guy I was, when we were having the post game drinks.

Samina was rather silent throughout, but I thought I often saw her eye Jeff. I was not sure if she was still wary of him, even though he had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. But I was beginning to worry that he might change. He had at least 10 beers over the afternoon and evening. Used to be when he drank like that, he would get real nasty. But instead, he was very nice and funny. Even putting himself down, as being a real ass when he was in college. Once when Samina went to washroom he even got up and moved her chair. A very changed man from my days with him. Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends?

He had brought along his assistant from work. Fred was Mexican too, dressed well and could hit the ball a mile. But was having trouble with his short game. Fred did not say much, letting Jeff do all the talking. He had very dark black hair and was of a good build. In shape, but younger than us. Just out of college. So I did not think much when he was so quiet. I did notice that after a few beers, Fred kept looking at Samina with lust and leering. Samina did not notice it, or if she did, made no indication that she was offended, or for that matter attracted by that.

So you can imagine, my surprise, at what happened next. Samina dropped a ring, which she had taken off and was spinning on the table. As she got off the chair and bent over to pick it up, Fred, I assumed, gallantly tried to do the same thing, I was wrong, he did pretend to look for the ring, but his eyes were firmly on Samina's bent over ass and his right hand came to rest on it! Her great ass right there. Guess Fred could not help it. So he had reached out and felt it. Even slid his fingers between her legs and caressed her thigh right up to her pussy, under that short, mini-skirt.

Samina stood and turned, But did not seem mad, simply brushed aside the invading hand, and having recovered the ring, went back to nursing her red wine. And that was it for the evening, as shortly thereafter Samina turned to me and said she was quite tired and wanted to go back to our hotel. So, we got into a cab and went back to the hotel. Jeff and Fred were staying at the club, of which Jeff was a member. That night Samina was a tigress in bed. Attacking and riding my face as hard as she had ever ridden it, at times she dug her pussy so hard onto my face, that I had trouble breathing! She was drenched and I slurped by every bit of the juice she produced!

The very next night was the party itself. As I was one of the organizers and also the chair of the very successful fund-raising committee, Samina and I were seated at one of the main tables. I saw hat Jeff and Fred would be joining us. This surprised me a bit since the other tables had 2 – 4 couples each. I was told me that since I knew Jeff from our time together at the university, and he was a big donor, that being seated with us, would most likely make him feel more welcomed. Samina said it was no big deal and so I let it go.

And, boy did she dress well for the occasion. She looked wonderful. She wore a dark green dress, a neck line that showed a more than a little bit of cleavage, and dropped to mid thigh. The outfit was completed by a matching thong and bra set, great “come fuck me pumps”. She told me that I looked hot in my suit and we kissed and left to go to the party. I felt it would be a good night. Little did I know! Jeff had laid a trap. A trap to plant his cum in Samina. He had always wanted Samina. He had always wanted to fuck her. That night it happened! And here I thought he had changed.

Like I said, this was going to be a night.

As we walked in, I saw more than a few of the men there check her out. It made me feel good, that on my arm was the sexiest woman in the world. Certainly in that room no woman could come close to Samina. We went and took out seats. Jeff and Fred where already there and quickly ordered us a drink. Then as I expected, I got dragged off. Again and again, to schmooze with the big donors, and successful or famous alumni. It was important to keep these people happy. Samina did not seem to mind, she understood the importance of what I was doing, and took a lot of pride in the fact many people congratulated me on the record fund raising effort. Yes, I certainly was the toast of the party.

Meanwhile, Jeff started to chat ups Samina, telling her how lovely she looked. Fred too opened up to her and joined in often. They even took turns dancing with her. In fact, every time I came back to the table, Samina was on the dance floor with one of them. Slow songs they would hug her close, but not obscenely so, certainly no so close that tongue would wag.

Finally, just as I was returning from greeting the oldest ex-fraternity member alive, Fred and Samina came off the dance floor. The last three had been fast songs and Fred knew how to move on the dance floor. Jeff and I had been talking and to me things from the past seemed to melt away. Jeff was an alright guy.

As Samina slid into the booth next to Jeff, Fred slid in next to her. I knew I missed my chance to sit next to my wife. Samina asked me why I had “that look”. She always put me on the spot like that. I told her I wanted to sit next to her. Then it hit me. Man I sounded like such a whinny bastard, but for some reason, that evening I did not want Samina to be with any other man.

Fred apologized and offered to change places with me, but Samina put a hand on his arm and told him there was no need to move. She said that while I was off shmoozing, away from her almost all night, the two wonderful men had kept her in good company and even danced with her. So he was free to sit next to her if he wanted to. I was kind of upset at her reply, but realized that this was just her way of putting me in my place, besides, before I could say anything, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to talk.

To change the subject, I bragged about getting another donation and Jeff said he was very impressed. Just then, another donor asked to talk to me. I tried to apologize again, but Jeff stopped me, by simply saying that he and Fred would fill in for me.

Jeff kept saying that to me. “Don’t worry, Fred and I are filling in just fine for you.” Then Jeff would lean close and say, “really, I know you think I am just a cunt hungry bastard, but if your wife does not keep me honest, then Fred will. He is 'born again' you know. That is why he is my assistant. He keeps me out of hot water and on the road to heaven.” With that Jeff laughed a little, got up and excused himself to go to the washroom. As he was passing me, he whispered, “it will be really good dumping my cum into this woman. She will beg for it in another hour!” He laughed again as he carelessly walked away, but not before squeezing Samina's right hand and giving her a wet kiss on the left cheek. Samina just giggled a little, and sipped her martini.

But then Jeff sat back down, saying his need to go to the washroom was not too urgent and he could wait a while longer. I was asked to to go greet yet another donor, and ex-frat brother, who had just come with his wife. So off I went. But not before I apologized to Samina for leaving her alone once again. I hoped this would be the last person I would have to greet, and swore that the next time I would not volunteer to be part of any further events. We had been at the party for over 3 hours, and all I had done was greet big donors, and shake hands with famous alumni! I wanted to dance with Samina, but by then I figured it was too late, she had decided to give herself to Fred and Jeff that evening, and nothing I could do would change that. I had my chance, but that window had closed.

Samina said, no problem and she was sure that the two men there knew how to keep a married woman happy! And with that gave them both a little kiss on the cheek. The smile pasted on Jeff told me he clearly thought, this is going to be great. He dropped his had to her knee, giving it a little squeeze, then moved it up her inner thigh in little circles. He said in a loud voice, “you tell him girl! Just because he is Mr big shot, doesn't mean he can ignore you all evening!” The three of them laughed. I just joined the laughter to fit in. Frankly I hated the fact that Samina was being so chummy with a man I could not stand!

Ramesh_Rocky · 08-05-2019, 03:14 PM

Chapter 116

As I turned to walk away, Jeff left his hand still half way up Samina's thigh. Her skirt, was moved back. Samina looked at me a bit mad, and yet amused. I knew sh was thinking about the excitement Jeff’s hand and touch was giving her. I swear I thought I saw some glistening between her legs. Well she always got wet easily, particularly when her super-sensitive thighs or nipples are being played with.

I saw as Samina watched me walk away, and moaned. Fred started to groped her tits consistently. Her nipples looked like they were about ready to bust her bra. It did not take a very long peek over the shoulder for me to know that Jeff was clearly finger fucking Samina. She had sat up a bit then forward to sink all the way down on it. She was shaking a little, as if she was having a mini-orgasm! she shook and had a good cum. . Fred appeared to have felt it as Samina leaned forward even more, and pushed her tit into his hand. Samina let out another gasp just as waitress showed up. She could not help herself as let out a soft wail. The waitress immediately knew what was going on, just smiled and took in the scene in front of her.

Jeff and Fred quickly removed their hands. Samina sat there gasping for breath. Jeff covered it all and said, “Samina, I think the drink may have you a bit off your mark. Why don’t you run to the ladies and splash some water on your face and you will be fine.” The waitress just smiled.

Jeff said, “did you like that last drink?” Samina now a little on the tipsy side, nodded and said, “I loved it!”

Jeff laughed. “Good! Now off to the bathroom.” I heard him say, then he whispered something in her ear, I could not make that out, but it brought a wide smile to Samina's face. Samina nodded, and did not blink of give any indication of what Jeff may have said to her. The request. Or order. It was accepted by her easily. Then she whispered something to Jeff who, looked like a devil again nodding an affirmative, making Samina laugh. I knew she was in the 'zone'.

And so, Samina slid out over Jeff. He hard cock for just a moment was right there between her ass cheeks. With the waitress still there, he was very nice and Samina made her way to the bathroom. I saw the men place their dinner order and then talk among themselves. They saw me looking towards them, even as I pretended to be interested in what the big donor was saying to me. Both smiled big. Embarrassed, I quickly turned away and made small talk.

I came back just as it appeared that dinner would be served soon. Just as I was about to take my seat, I got called again again to a meeting (I never realized just how annoying it might get to be a successful fund-raiser!) before Samina returned. Jeff told me no to worry that he would make sure that Samina slowed down some on the drinking. I quickly went over the table of yet another benefactor and sat down on an empty chair, that fortunately was positioned just that I had an unobstructed view from the washrooms to the table where Jeff and Fred were sitting.

This time, I saw Samina make her way back to the table. She looked like she was feeling great! Smiling at Jeff all the way. As she made her way, I her tits moving. Nipples hard against the fabric of her dress, and I thought I did not see even that faintest pantyline of her thong! She was almost naked! Her nipples showing through the tight almost diaphanous dress. I saw pure lust on Jeffs face, like he could hardly wait to drive his cock deep in her tight pussy and make her moan. Leak his pre-cum into her and then wash her down with his thick cum. The look on Freds saw was the same.

But then to my surprise she quickly turned around, and found me! She came over to the table, just as I was about to finish up there. When she showed up, I had to introduce her. My suspicion that she was braless was confirmed! Saminas miled and said hello to the three old farts (guys who had been in the fraternity more than 50 years before me!) I was with. One guy, must have been in his 80’s, almost had his teeth fall out. All three got a good look at my wife’s braless tits, as she leaned forward and shook their hands.

Samina stood back up and then in the sweetest possible voices, said to me. “Dear, are you doing ok?”
Quietly, I said “I was doing great, why? Ready to go?” Hoping she would say yes, I did not want Jeff to go any further than he already had. It was just too humiliating for me!

Samina laughed. “Oh no, just wanted to make sure you where having a good time.”

“ Yeah, I am having a good time. I will have a better time if I can get these gentlemen to donate some more!” I tried to keep my tone such that Samina would understand that I was not particularly pleased with the situation between her and Jeff. But alas it was pointless. They all laughed and Samina leaned down, and gave me a kiss for luck.

Then stood and said, “well I am off to dance for awhile.”

I could not help but ask, “are Jeff and Fred behaving themselves?” Samina smiled, and simply said that been better than expected. Her eyes shone with a light that could mean only one thing, and my heart sank a little, as I felt that familiar rush of sexual humiliation that Samina seemed to so like putting me through.

So off Samina went. Into the crowd and I got back to talk. Man, what a wife. I could not help but feel proud of her, as I saw her shapely ass moving into the crowd. I wrote the taking bra off, it was just like her anyway. She often went braless, but rarely had I seen her go without one in something so revealing, but as I have said before, Samina has a very strong exhibitionist streak and she loves showing off! But our present circumstances were what left me feeling more than a little uncomfortable.

Samina made her way back to the guys. Jeff stood up and took her to the dance floor. would Saying something, that made Samina laugh and say something back that made Jeff laugh. The were on the dance floor, just as the band struck up a slow song. The way they danced almost tightly hugging each other, Jeff's hands on Samina's buttocks, as humiliating as it was, left me with no doubt that Samina would be in bed with Jeff, before the night was out. But you know what, that kind of humiliation is like a drug. Some men crave it and indeed feel rejuvenated by it, and I am certainly a man like that. Sexual humiliation at Samina's hands is the strongest drug for me.

They danced for 3 slow songs, before walking back hand-in-hand to the table. I was sure many people saw them, but what did it matter, we were in another city, and would in all likelihood never run into any of the 200 or so people there ever. I was trying to make polite conversation but my eyes were on Samina and Jeff!

Samina leaned forward rather pointedly to get her drink. Both boys got a great deal of looking at her tits as she took her drink and began to sip if seductively, licking her lips often, and giggling like a collegegirl at pretty much everything Jeff or Fred said. Then Jeff and Fred exchanged knowing looks, and Fred as he got up to take Samina to the dance floor. I was sitting on the other side of the room and could just make them out as they walked to the dance floor. My hot looking braless wife with my 'new' friend Jeff. I turned back to the talk and smiled and was so happy and proud of my self.

They did not dance too long, just one song, but it was long enough for Jeff to feel Samina up all over. Boy was I glad that the dance floor was very poorly lit. They got back to the table and Samina took her seat besides Jeff.

Fortunately, it did not take much longer for me to get rid of the latest diversion, and as soon as it was polite enough to do so, I came back to the table, and took my position as before, to watch helplessly, as Jeff's hand continued it’s journey up Samina's bare thigh, and up to her thong. Fortunately the table cloth was hiding their activities quite well, and you would have to be very close to them, to see exactly was happening. Then suddenly he looked up at me, and in a tone that was almost and order, barked at me to make a run to the bar and bring more drinks for everyone, Samina laughed at that. Helplessly, I felt compelled to obey, and she winked twice at me!

Samina looked at Jeff with a smile, and said “you dance so much better than Omer!”

Jeff smiled back, “I am sure I do a lot of things better than him! I will show you in when I sink my cock meat into you!” They both laughed.

When I brought the drinks, I saw Samina was leaning a bit forward on her elbows chatting with Fred. Fred was looking deep in her eyes. She loved it. Good looking women walked by and Fred only had eyes for her. Horny eye, yes, but she loved it as she sipped on her drink and enjoyed bad boy Jeff feeling her inner thigh right near her thong covered pussy mound. I saw her squeeze her thighs a little, every now and then.

Then, Jeff removed his hand and held it up. I saw his fingers glistening, she was almost dripping! Then she turned to Jeff and said, “I am sorry, I need to go to the ladies room again, I think I should slow down on the booze!” She laughed.

Jeff smiled and slowly pulled his hand out from under her skirt. He even pulled it back down in place. A saw a look of appreciation on Samina, maybe she thought he was being a nice guy, thinking of her dignity. But Jeff said, “well my dear Samina, you will need to earn that right!” A devil look, glint came in his eye, as he looked down towards his crotch.

Samina smiled and instead of pushing her chair back, slid over to sit on a hard cock and wiggled her ass a little laughing as she did that. Well she would show him she was game. She and Jeff and Fred laughed and Jeff felt Joan’s waist and pulled her down on his hard cock in his pants. Samina sighed and kept sliding and Jeff did not stop her. But he did note, “man her ass feels good on my cock!” As Samina moved off to the bathroom, he and Fred openly compared notes, not caring that I was there!

Fred had “felt her tits up', on the dance floor. Jeff had felt her fine ass and her big tits against his chest. Also had felt up her leg to her pussy. Also, Fred had given her a soft kiss or two on her neck which remarked had made Samina sigh both times, but then he backed off. They had both deliberately taken her to a darkest part of the dance floor, just so they could feel Samina up. After that Samina's 'hard-to-get' act was over, they both knew she was theirs!

Samina came back and sat next to Fred. She asked for her drink and Jeff said, “move over here and then you can have it!” Again that devil grin. “After all, it’s Fred’s turn next!” They all laughed and Fred said, “yes. Let me have a turn.” I just stood there quietly, completely ignored! I wondered if I should say something or if I should maybe leave them, but this being a public place, I quietly took my own chair. Just wanting to watch Samina have her fun, I loved it when she had fun, and she clearly was.

She began to move back to her seat and finally got there after some tit feeling by Fred. She gleefully noted that Fred felt her tits up great. Forcing then right out and up, making her nipples harder then they where already. She had cleaned herself as best she could but after getting to her seat, she was dripping again. Jeff’s hand again dropped to her knee as they all had their laugh and again began it’s journey.

Samina briefly looked over at me, and I thought she a bit upset that I was there, but then her face relaxed. Now that I was sitting I could not see what was going on between Jeff and and her, because of the table cloth hiding everything. But based on Samina's giggles and reactions, I guessed Jeff had got to her thong covered pussy, maybe even her clit.

Samina again leaned forward and sighed. As she sipped her drink, Jeff and Fred acted and talked with me like nothing unusual was going on. Samina was silent but smiled at the comment about what a pretty wife she was and how well she danced. All the time, Jeff’s fingers danced all over her pussy mound under her thong.

Jeff looked very pleased and kept it whatever he was doing to Samina under the table. Fred had his arms crossed but occasionally, he would sneak a hand out and feel Samina's tits. This along with Jeff's expert ministrations were clearly getting to be too much for Samina. By now she was sighing and moaning, her eyes closed. Fortunately by now the entire room was softly lit, as the dancing was now under full swing. Very few tables had people on them, almost everyone was on the floor!

By now, Samina was openly allowing both men to feel her up shamelessly. I saw a few people looking at them time and again, but nothing that would imply that they knew she was married to another man. Fortunately, for my own time in the fraternity, only Jeff and I were there, none of the other 26 frat brothers had been able to make it. Their dancing got progressively more touchy-feely, and sensual.

This time Jeff felt the urge to go to the washroom, and Samina decided she need to make another trip as well, “to freshen up her make up,” she said, but I could not help and wonder if Jeff had asked her to follow him.

Jeff returned first, far too quickly for them to have done anything, and then Samina returned for the washroom, smiling, her ass swaying seductively as she walked back. But the men did not let her take her seat. Both got up, and Jeff took Samina by the hand, and they moved to the dance floor. The first song was fast and they danced well together, clearly Samina enjoyed dancing with Jeff! I have to admit, they made a good looking couple and moved very well together.

Then the song changed to a long slow one. Jeff took Samina in his arms and pulled her close. He slipped a hand under her dress and proceeded to feel her naked buttocks. I thought I saw a massive bulge in his pants, as he often rubbed it against Samina's pussy, drinding himself into Samina, while he squeezed and caressed her buttocks. The danced that way for 2 or 3 slow songs.

Then slowly, and very skillfully Jeff steered Samina away from the dance floor, Fred also had left the table. He moved slowly toward the dark area and then joined Jeff and Samina. The walked out. I did not know where they were going,, so I followed. I saw Fred squeezing Samina's left butt cheek as they casually strolled out to the short hallway, no doubt looking for a private, quiet place to fuck Samina senseless, by now she was ready for it!

They did not have to look long, Jeff was intimately familiar with the frat house and simply led Samina and Fred to what used to be his room, when he lived there. The last thing I hard was a click of the door lock and lots of loud giggling from Samina. For the next hour, all I heard was sounds that a lot of sexual activity, Samina was very loud sometimes. As were the two men. I could only listen to it all with rapt attention and picture the scene in my head, of Jeff ploughing Samina with his massive tool, and flooding her with his copious seed, and then Fred (even though I had never seen him naked, I figured he must be well-hung as well, or Jeff would not be including him in his little game with Samina and me), doing the same! Them playing with her breasts and nipples! But Samina's “Yes, fuckkkkk meee”, and “oooooohhssss,” “ahhhhhhss,” “oh gooooddddddsss!” were too much, as we her screams of lust! I was sure someone would hear and call the security officer. But no one came out of the banquet hall, and the place stood deserted for the entire time the three of them were behind the locked door.

Clearly there was some merciless fucking going on in that room and here I was locked out of watching it! Finally the door creaked open. And out walked a rather well-collected looking Fred followed by Jeff, who was doing up his pants and belt. We talked and laughed and walked up to me. They had just filled my wife with their thick white cum and were talking like nothing happened. Samina had not come out yet, I knew she was still recovering, I wanted to go to her but Jeff would have none of it, he simply led me back to the table and offered me a drink, and before I finished it, a rather dishevelled Samina was with us again!

When we got back him, Samina as happy as a butterfly, when she told me she was knocked up. I was happy too, for her, but the thought that Jeff (or Fred) had actually impregnated her and that I would be father to their child was very humiliating. Still, when we had him (yes it was another boy), I could not help but love it every bit as much I loved Amar, he was just too perfect, too beautiful! And that my friends is how our second child came to be! We named him Talha.

Well this story has gone on long enough. Time to end it really. When Samina I first got engaged, we often talked about how many children we wanted, and usually we'd agree on 3. Well after Talha, Samina proceeded to have 4 (all boys!) more children, 2 more with Vinod, and 1 each with her other lovers. After 6, she decided to have her tubes tied and be done with it all.

So her I sit bouncing our youngest son, on my knee, as Samina is preparing for a date, she will probably be gone all night, and I will be babysitting the kids as usual, you would think that having turned 40 recently, she would slow down, but hardly so. I do not think Samina has any intention of slowing down for a long time to come, at least not as long as she can attract men to her, and boy to they flock to her! Who could have ever imagined that a simple seed sown in her mind all those years ago, would lead this? You know what they say, be careful what you wish for, you might get it! Well, I got it all right, just in ways that were totally unimaginable to me!

The END

Kalyan143 · 09-02-2021, 06:26 PM

good story

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