Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anna repositioned herself so that she lay beside Samina She was an imposing figure who dwarfed my rather petite wife. She rolled toward Samina and took her in her arms pressing her firm tits into Samina's and kissing her deep. Samina played along, and thought why not just enjoy it all?

Anna turned me on my side and we faced each other. Dirk got behind Samina and pressed his muscular frame against her back. The three of them cuddled and kissed each other for a short while. Samina could feel my pussy getting damp again and Dirk’s erection pressing in between her ass cheeks. Anna rolled over on her back and had Samina lie on top of her in a 69 position. She started to fingering and licking Samina's pussy, who did the same to Anna. Dirk got behind Samina, and shoved his impressive cock into her creamy pussy. As he fucked Samina from behind Anna sucked Samina's cunt from below. Samina said it was was incredible, and she drove into Anna’s pussy with renewed enthusiasm.
In short order, Samina had Anna writhing and moaning below her and Anna soon had another fanatic orgasm. She humped so hard that she almost tossed Dirk and Samina off of her. Dirk pulled out of Samina's pussy and rolled over on his back so that she could mount him and ride out the mutual orgasms. Samina straddled Dirk’s body and lowered her pussy onto his cock. He held Samina to, as he fucked her harder and harder. Samina tried to match his thrusts with equal verve. Behind her, Anna began to lovingly kiss and caress her ass cheeks. “You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen and now touched,” Anna complimented Samina, ass she continued to caress it all over.
The Anna stood up on the bed and came over to Samina, her pussy right in front Samina's face. Samina went back to work on it, as Anna shuddered often. It was not easy, but Dirk starting humping Samina as she was impaled in his cock, and soon she was over the edge. She screamed with an orgasm, as Dirk deposited yet another load into her, and Anna collapsed on the to the bed, after another orgasm.
Dirk’s cock slipped out of Samina's pussy, and Anna was there to take it in her mouth. She sucked Dirk clean of his cum and Samina's cunt cream. Samina rolled over on her back and the three of them lay there, a mass of entwined bodies, as they recovered.
For the next several weeks Dirk, Anna and Samina got together on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. They started their sessions at 9:00 PM after the club was closed. They moved from Dirk’s office to one of the exercise rooms with mirrors. It was very erotic for Samina to be able to watch them engaged in a variety of sexual positions. They would fuck and suck each other and then shower, dress and head home. Sometimes they would frolic in the jacuzzi as well. On those evenings, Samina started arriving home at 11:00 – 11:30 PM, and I would be eagerly waiting for her to share the happenings. The only downside for me was that she was so sexually sated and exhausted that she had absolutely desire to have sex, leaving me the find solace in my own right palm, but I could understand her position, anyone would be exhausted after such intense bouts.
“Samina, I am having a pool party this Sunday afternoon. Why don’t you and your husband join us,” Walt offered, a few days later.
“Wow I’ll check with him to see if he might be interested. Can we bring anything?” Samina replied trying not to sound too excited.
“No just your bathing suit, but thank you for asking. Anytime from 1:00 PM on will be fine. It will be Dirk, Anna and a few friends,” he continued. “I’ll look forward to seeing you and meeting your husband.”
Samina told me about the invitation and we agreed that it would be best if I not go. That would allow her to act as a slutty wife who was cheating on her husband, something Dirk found irresistible in her. So it was best that she continue the charade as long as possible.
Sunday arrived and Samina was excited about Walt's pool party. When she arrived at Walt's place, she was immediately impressed with the grounds. It was impeccably landscaped and totally private. As she parked the car and walked toward the house she was greeted by Walt.
"Hello Samina, I am so glad that you could make it. Where's your husband?" he asked.
"Oh he had to go into the office and sends his apology," Samina gave him the excuse we had come up with. It was a safe one to, as I really did have to go to the office that day.
"Duty calls. Well at least you could make it. Everyone is out back by the pool but let me show you the house first. Then we can join them." He said taking Samina by the arm and leading her into his home.
The house was incredible not large but tastefully decorated. As Walt showed her around she found myself in awe of him. He was not pretentious and his confidence filled the air. He was obviously successful and enjoyed his life. He had an aura about him that made one feel that he could do anything that he wanted, when he wanted. They concluded the tour and headed outside.
At the pool everyone was already in bathing suits standing around sipping cocktails and engaging in conversations. Dirk and Anna were there as was Cindy the weekend aerobics instructor. There were two other couples that Walt introduced as his broker and attorney and their wives. I took note that the wives wearing skimpy bikinis were drop dead gorgeous and at least twenty years younger than their husbands. Clearly they were the trophy wives of very wealthy men.
There were two very handsome blonde haired guys talking with a stunning blonde girl in a thong bikini. Walt introduced the two guys as Ken and Jay. They were friends of Dirk's and they were in town for awhile. They were from California and looked like surfers. They had the stereo-typical blond hair with the surfer bodies. The blond girl showed no tan lines obviously from frequent nude sunbathing.
Then he introduced Samina to the blond. She learned that her name was Joannie and that she was Walt's current girl friend. Walt then showed Samina to the cabana where she could change into her bathing suit. Samina changed into her tasteful two-piece bathing suit which was just slightly more modest compared to the bikinis worn by the other women and joined the rest of the group.
The pool party turned out to be a delight. Everyone was pleasant and Samina fit in well with the group. People would take time out from conversations and take a dip in the pool. Others sat in the Jacuzzi with their cocktails continuing their conversations. As the day went on and more drinks were consumed, Samina noticed the casual brushes against her body. A hand that bumped into her butt or breast or a thigh that brushed hers. were probably not as accidental as made out to be. But she did not mind. In fact she rather hoped they were deliberate, there were a few guys there she would not have objected to fucking if they wanted her.
As the day turned to dusk, Samina noticed that the two couples made their way into the house with Walt. Ken and Jay were openly fondling Joannie's exposed buttocks as she giggled and swished her ass in fake protest. Anna and Cindy were in the hot tub sitting very close to each other and Cindy was squirming indicating that Anna's hands under the water may be the cause of it. Dirk approached Samina, and she anticipated him taking her some place where he could fuck me.
"Samina, I think you should probably leave. It is going to get very hot and wild around here very shortly and I am not sure if you want to be part of it" He cautioned.
Samina looked hurt and confused. "Well okay if you really think I should leave."
"Samina if you stay you have to participate totally, there is no half way or bail out. You can stay if you want but I don't think that you are ready for this and you may regret it. I would hate to see you get hurt." Dirk said firmly.
Samina decided that he was right and reluctantly agreed to leave. She kissed Dirk goodnight, before heading inside to change, then got into the car and drove away. She was tempted to pretend to leave and sneak back to the house so that she could spy on the others. However, she remembered what Dirk said and was worried about the consequences of getting caught. On the drive home she tired to imagine what was going on with all those beautiful women and men.
That night, she lay awake for awhile picturing every combination of sexual couplings and partners. One part of her wished she had stayed while the other part told felt that she had done right thing by leaving. She was not certain she would have enjoyed an orgy. Although Samina could help from wondering, “if there was another party, would she like to participate, just to see what it was like?”
She was so turned on by her erotic thoughts and images, that she turned her attention to me, and fondled my cock and balls, which reacted predictably. That night we had 'normal' sex after quite a few weeks, although I noticed that Samina was nowhere near as enthusiastic and active as she used to be. I could hardly blame here, still it was nice, although afterwards I felt guilty and ashamed, almost like I had violated her, and not given her any real pleasure in return.
The next morning, Samina went to the club to teach the morning aerobics class and noticed that Dirk and Anna were a little late arriving. She was dying to ask them what happened at the party after she left, but knew better. When they finally arrived they went about business as usual, and gave no impression that they had been partying the night before.
Anna invited Samina out to lunch. They had a great luncheon conversation, just normal girl stuff, nothing sexual or risque at all. Actually, Samina enjoyed that a lot, as it gave her an opportunity to get to know Anna a little better. After lunch, Samina dropped Anna off at the club and I headed back to her office.
Tuesday was fairly uneventful during the day. Samina made her way to the club to work out, and anticipated another session with Dirk and Anna. That evening, she did not see Dirk and was disappointed to learn that he would not be back until Thursday. Anna suggested that they go to her place and have a glass of wine. Samina knew exactly what Anna had in mind, and that they would be doing more than drinking wine but still gladly accepted her invitation.
Anna's condo was a cozy 2 bedroom unit with a very comfortable great room. Ann suggested they relax for a bit in the jacuzzi, and gave Samina a Umer cloth robe. They sat in the jacuzzi, next to each other sipping an excellent Merlot and engaging in light conversation. Their legs touched as they drank wine and chatted, Samina knew they were both becoming a lot more touchy feely.
Suddenly, Anna turned toward Samina and kissed her face lightly between sips of wine and then kissed Samina on the lips. Samina returned her kiss and as she did so, she felt Anna's and travel up her thigh to her mound. Anna rubbed Samina's mound a little bit and then sunk her finger into my very wet pussy. Anna added a second finger to Samina's pussy extracting a moan from my lips.
"Let's take this inside," she suggested and led Samina by the hand to her bedroom.
The bedroom was dimly lit but it was light enough for to see and enjoy each others beauty. They made quite the contrast, Samina, the petite, light brown, sub-continental beauty, with long hair, and Anna, the tall, masculine, woman, with a short boy cut hairstyle. While Samina's 34c breasts looked huge on her small body, Anna's 36b breasts looked small on her muscular frame.
They came together on her bed wrapping arms around each other and crushing their breasts together. Their legs intertwined so that they had the others thigh pressing against their respective mounds. In moments their pussies were sopping wet with excitement. Anna rolled over on her back and positioned Samina over her in a 69 position. They dove at others pussy, plunging tongues deep in each others cunt. They searched for clits tucked behind the protective hoods and nibbled them and rolled them in our teeth. Anna had both hands on Samina's ass, and lovingly massaged cheeks as she devoured Samina's pussy, with Samina returning the favor.
Samina knew she was in for another intense one. Anna started to lose control of herself and started humping her crotch against Samina's face. They held tight to each other as they humped each others face drenching them with our female juices. They continued their embrace for a few minutes longer, after orgasming, and Anna loving stroked Samina's ass and lightly kissed her buns. Finally, Samina rolled off of her and Anna left the bed stating that she would be right back. Samina lay on her back, relaxing and smiling. She thought that it was amazing how the aftermath of an intense orgasm could be so calming and so relaxing, as she shut her eyes.
When Samina opened them, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, as she tried to focus on the figure standing in the doorway. The figure leaning against the door jam, appeared to be naked and looked like he was displaying an impressive erection. The person was looking at Samina on the bed and then slowly turned and moved in her direction. As the person approached, Samina could see better and then I realized it was Anna. She slowly closed the space between them, and Samina could now see that she had an erect cock. Samina knew it had to be a very realistic looking strap on dildo.
Anna looked menacing wearing the strap-on with her Amazon physique. She was like the hunter stalking her prey, and Samina being the over matched prey had only one choice, to be submissive. Anna knelt up on the bed and looked down at me and smiled. "How do you like my cock," she asked in a sultry manner?
Samina couldn't believe how real it looked with the mushroom head and the lifelike veins. It was about 8" long and 5" around very close to size of Dirk's cock.
"I have been thinking about this for quite awhile but I wanted to wait until the right moment," Anna whispered.
Anna lay beside Samina, playing with her body, cupping her breasts and stroking the nipples for quite sometime. Then she lowered her head and took one of Samina's hardened nipples between her teeth and bit down on it gently. Samina gasped with delight as Anna rolled the nub in her teeth. Anna then rolled over so she was on top of Samina, and slowly stroked the artificial penis across Samina's perineum, thoroughly coating the length of it with the juices from their torrid 69 that were still dribbling out from between Samina's puffy labia lips.
Anna crawled between Samina's spread thighs and pressed the head of the dildo against her gaping slit. Samina moaned and opened her legs wider as Anna worked the 'phallus' inside her. Anna slowly thrust forward until the massive cock was completely buried inside Samina's tight cunt. She then started rotating her hips, churning the toy about as she slowly fucked Samina with the fake cock.
Samina wrapped her legs around Anna's muscular torso opening herself up fully to the Anna's ministrations. Anna was soon pummelling the fake dick harder and faster with her stomach slamming against Samina's abdomen, Samina could feel the intense orgasm building up in her slender form as Annas's Amazon body pounded the phallic-shaped object in and out of her. Samina's body grew rigid and just as she was about to scream Anna pressed her lips against her forcing her tongue into Samina's mouth, taking her breath away.
An orgasm wracked Samina, and she convulsed spontaneously while trying to catch her breath. Anna was still moments away from her own climactic conclusion and she continued to pummel the artificial penis into Samina. In the dimly lit room the sweat glistened off of Anna's skin and poured down her back and sides, soaking the sheet beneath them. As Anna's own orgasm flooded her groin, her movement finally slowed down to the light bucking of her hips until everything has subsided.
They rested in each others arms with Anna on top of Samina, and the fake cock still buried in Samina's softly throbbing pussy. Slowly Anna lifted herself up, and backed the dildo out of Samina. Anna rolled Samina over on her stomach and began to massage her body. She worked Samina's shoulders down to her lower back and as she straddled Samina. Samina could feel her imitation cock brushing her buttocks. Anna continued the massage, working the knots and kinks out of it. She moved her hands to Samina's legs and worked them up to her butt. She rubbed Samina's shapely ass cheeks and then she lifted her up by the hips elevating the ass.
"I have to fuck you once more before you go home." Anna said, her voice cracking.
Once again, Anna eased the fake dick into Samina's pussy as she held on to her ass cheeks. She fucked slowly and massaged Samina's ass at the same time, occasionally pinching, and kneading it. Samina reached her own hand up to my pussy and played with her clit, as the phallus plunged in and out of hole. Anna seemed mesmerized with Samina's ass as she fucked her, and at times squeezed it quite hard. Samina had another orgasm before Anna stopped fucking her. The last orgasm being the most intense as Anna finger fucked her asshole as the dildo pounded Samina's pussy.
Samina collapsed on the bed and pleaded, "Anna no more, please no more, I can't take anymore!" Anna smiled at that and fell down besides Samina.
Later, they tidied up and Samina finally departed. Another night of sexual satisfaction having made Samina very relaxed and happy. Once again I was the beneficiary, as she let me fuck her again, this not even bothering to move, she just lay there, as I fucked her and shot my load quickly. Once again I felt guilty!
The following Thursday evening when she arrived at the health club, she was surprised to find Cindy there. Anna told her that Dirk had asked Cindy to cover for Samina, so that they could go over to Dirk's place. That was fine with Samina, as it allowed more time for her with Dirk and Anna.
Anna drove them over to Dirk's condo. They parked and went inside, where Dirk was there to greet them. It didn't take long for them to get in his king size bed. A couple of glasses of wine and the three of them were naked in Dirk's bed. Dirk's fully inflated cock protruding from his hips straight up was a very welcome sight and Samina moved immediately to crouch over the bulbous head. Dirk held onto her hip, and Anna separated her labia lips as Samina lowered herself upon his stiff manhood. Inch after inch of his fantastic cock gradually disappeared with into Samina, until her perineum was resting against his testicles and rubbing his swollen scrotum.
Samina leaned forward to kiss Dirk and his tongue thrust deep into her receptive mouth. Anna stroked Samina's back and reached around to fondle her breasts and gently pinch the nipples. The sensation of being filled with all of Dirk's cock, was incredible. Occasionally he would buck his hips upwards driving his bloated cock even further inside Samina.
Samina sat up straight and moved her hips back and forth on Dirk's frame, fucking herself on his engorged member. Anna kissed her deeply plunging her tongue in the throat as she continued to massage Samina's tits and tweak the hard little nipples. Samina was so consumed with lust that she did not notice another figure getting on the bed.
Dirk then spoke to Samina, breaking the spell momentarily. "Samina you remember my friend Jay, don't you? I was telling him how well you suck cock, why don't you show him?" Dirk said it, more as a demand then a request.
Anna had encircled Jay's cock with her fingers and guided the head of his throbbing manhood into Samina's mouth. She let him slide his cock over her teeth into the mouth and he began to slowly fuck my face, while Dirk continued to fuck her. Samina loved having a cock in her mouth, and another in her cunt. She started bobbing her head on Jay's member as Dirk thrust up into her. Anna had slipped behind Samina, and massaged her shapely firm buttocks and tickled her crack.
Anna used her hands to pry Samina's ass cheeks apart and she felt a warm liquid at the puckered opening as Anna applied some form of lubricant to it. She coated Samina's tiny opening and smeared it around lubricating the rim. Then Samina felt something larger at the entrance to her ass and panicked thinking it was Anna's dildo. She was about to protest when Anna appeared at her side, and began to rub her tits again.
Then she heard Dirk say,"Ken will fuck your ass now Samina. You remember Ken don't you, he is Jay's roommate? You do want to be fucked in the ass don't you Samina?" Dirk said but again more an announcement than a question.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina felt Ken's hardened dick nestled against the entrance to her rectum momentarily before it began to force its way inside. His cock struggled to stretch Samina's resistant muscles. She tried to shift, to avoid the cock now forcing its way her ass, and nodded in protest, but her screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Even Raj had respected Samina's ass, but Ken, with a dick not as large as Raj's, but impressive nonetheless, seemed to have no such compunction, he had every intention of completely de-virginizing Samina's ass, or so he thought, and Samina did nothing to disabuse him of that notion, going so far as to act as if this was indeed the first time her ass had been so violated.

Anna tried to coach and console Samina. "Relax Samina there will be a little pain at first, then some cramping and a bloated feeling. After that it will feel good and you will wonder why you waited so long to have your ass fucked." Her words did little to comfort Samina, as she felt the head of Ken's penis burrow its way in, and her rigid passageway soon yielded to the determined action of his cock. The experience with Raj had given her a very good idea of what anal sex felt like, but still she was not quite prepared to take Ken, as quickly as he would have liked her to have.
The pain was excruciating but as Anna had said it was short lived. Samina was steadily being pounded at both ends, her taut muscles gripping the engorged cocks inside her. She ground herself upon the massive dick forcing its way deep into her cervix and then drew backwards impaling herself on the inflated member worming around inside her ass. The three men held her in place with their bodies while Anna's hands freely roamed over her body. Samina felt an awakening in her body, and an overpowering heat in all her holes. All the while Anna simultaneously caressed her breasts and tugged and squeezed the nipples. "I know exactly the joy of ecstasy that you are feeling Samina for I had the very same three cocks in me last night," Anna confessed.
Suddenly Samina felt the cock inside her ass swell up and it started pumping faster. Within minutes she felt the warm fluid from Ken's cock being squirted inside her anus and she immediately started to cum herself! Dirk grunted as his whole body became stiff and soon he began slamming his cock harder into her. Samina writhed around and her body arched off the bed as a massive climax tore through her. She could feel her moisture gushing out and intermixing with Dirk's semen.
Jay was the last to erupt as he grabbed Samina's head and pulled her closer to his pelvis shoving his manhood farther down her throat, almost choking, as she gasped for breath, but did not fight the cock. She ran a hand across the length of his shaft as she squeezed his balls and swallowed every drop of his oozing discharge. They collapsed on the bed along side Dirk and Anna. Anna dove at Samina's pussy sucking it, greedily slurping Dirk's cum from her. And Samina enjoyed the sensation thoroughly.
They rested a little as the guys washed up. Before long the guys were hard again and ready for more!
Samina again straddled Dirk's cock and this time Ken was to have her mouth and Jay the ass. Jay was a little larger than Ken so she felt my passage stretched even further as he entered her ass, slightly more gently than Ken had. Samina sucked Ken's pecker hungrily, mouth and was well on her way to another triple penetration. The ever present Anna was back working her tits and nipples.
"Look at you Samina taking all this cock at once, I never dreamed that you would become such a slut and such a good fuck. You Pakistani women always seem so forbidden and unapproachable, but look at you, you are insatiable.” Anna smiled and praised Samina.
Samina, was to take three more man loads in her holes from Ken, Jay and Dirk. Once again Anna was there to clean her pussy, and lap up the creampie. Now Samina knew that she had reached total debauchery. She felt a little guilt, but a lot more pleasure, the soreness from all that fucking reminding her how good it felt.
The lazed around in bed, making small talk and sharing laughs, then Dirk told her it was time for him to fuck her ass. Same was apprehensive, in fact she was scared. He was too big and too wide and he would injure her if he tried going in all the way, and Samina felt sure that he would. Nonetheless she willingly found myself on all fours with Dirk applying more lube to my well-used asshole. He eased his big dick into her and she gasped as she felt stretched to the hilt.
"Yeah that's it. Ken and Jay opened you up enough to take me," Dirks sighed as he buried his thick cock in me rectum.
Samina could actually feel her stomach cramping around him as he stirred her insides and it burned when she clenched down on him. Her ass muscles convulsed around his thickness. Samina's head was turned to the side and she watched Anna being double fucked by Jay in her pussy and Ken in her ass. Shaking and sobbing with painful ecstasy Samina tried to fall forward but Dirk's hands kept her, ass high in the air for him to plunder. When he came it was as though buckets of cum were filling her ass, she tightened my hole painfully around him as she tried to adjust to the way he swelled in her ass. As he bellowed and came, he was the only one who fucked her ass to continue thrusting as he came and it was incredibly erotic and painful at the same time.
Finally Dirk and Samina collapsed on his bed. They heard Ken and Jay announce their own orgasms and Anna screamed, "Give it to me, give me your cum." Then they too slumped down on the bed.
Several hours later when Anna and Samina, left Dirk's place her cunt and ass were bruised from the relentless fucking. Samina's nipples and clit were inflamed but the extreme satisfaction that her body felt from the orgy was well worth it. She had had countless orgasms as a result of the activity and had enjoyed each man as well as Anna. The taste of cum was still predominant on her tongue and her holes still felt full of sperm.
When they arrived back at the club, Anna suggested a jacuzzi before Samina headed home. The club was closed but Anna let them and they their aching muscles in the bubbling water. Anna told Samina, that Dirk had arranged for Cindy to teach the morning class so that she could relax the next day. Samina leaned back into Anna, who reached around to stroke Samina's breasts. They stayed like that for over an hour and then showered dressed and went home.
The next morning Samina went to the health club with aching muscles and a sore asshole. She walked gingerly and was very happy that Cindy was teaching the morning class. Samina went straight back to the locker room to soak her aching body in the Jacuzzi and the steam room.
Later Anna offered to give her a massage and promised that there would be no sex just the massage. Samina agreed and Anna's skillful hands made me feel wonderful. As she rubbed Samina, down she said that Cindy has lost her job, some sort of downsizing at her company. Samina asked Anna if she wanted Cindy to take over as the full time aerobic instructor. Anna told me that they planned to add more classes and that Cindy and she could both teach.
Later that day Cindy joined Anna and Samina for lunch and they talked about different options. Samina told Cindy that she would speak to me about any available positions at my company. Cindy thanked her and said she really needed a full-time job to make ends meets.
That night at our home when she asked me about a job for Cindy, I told her that my company had gone into a hiring freeze owing to the bad economy, but that I would keep an eye open for any possibilities.
Well things worked out pretty nicely, as Cindy got a full time job at another company, and also went back to the aerobics classes, which Samina had quit teaching. As one would expect the thing with Dirk and Anna could not last long, and neither they any of them want it to. Once the intensity and initial excitement wore off, they decided it was best if they found other partners, and parted ways as friends, but not lovers.
For Samina and myself things had changed a lot. Samina admitted that while she did enjoy herself with Anna, and guys, she preferred one-on-one, guy-on-gal action to being with a woman, or multiple partners. However she admitted that she realized that she had no limits were sex was concerned, the other more impactful realization was that she loved big cocks. My own own cock twitched when I heard her say that. That night after a long massage, and oral sex on her, I was getting ready to fuck her, when she burst out laughing.
“I am sorry Umer, but after Dirks, and Raj's and many of the others, your little cock looks so sweet, like a harmless little toy.” Samina apologized still laughing, and soon her laughter swept over me too, as I realized that she was correct.
“I am sorry darling!” I said, as I entered her, and she giggled. This time she did not even attempt to look like she was participating, but lay there, looking at the ceiling as I came within a just a few short thrusts, while Samina looked that she had been casually inspecting the ceiling.
“Oh good, I was afraid you may take too long, Umer. Sometimes I am very happy that you don't last too long.” She laughed again, leaving me flabbergasted and intensely aroused at the same time.
“I wonder you even want to ever let me fuck you?” I could not help but ask Samina, in light of my own doubts.
“Well you are my husband, darling!” Samina said simply, making it clear that she considered it a duty more than pleasure, as she turned over and fell asleep, leaving me alone to my thoughts.
A warning or perhaps a word of advice to any married guys with small dicks who are reading this story. If you have ever thought of or are perhaps thinking of asking your wife to experience the joys of a big penis, I would strongly advise you make sure that is exactly what you want, and are prepared to live with the consequences. I thought my marriage was happy and strong, even more so after my wife started fucking big-dicked guys, but let me tell you, through experience, once they get a taste of a big dick in them, no matter how much they love you, you will never be able to please them with your own penis, so be prepared to accept that fact, because if you can't it will sure spell the end of you marriage. Fortunately, I had no idea accepting it would be so easy for me, and ironically, I think our marriage is stronger because of it! But, don't be surprised, if your wife doesn't want or desire your small penis anymore! Be prepared to feel guilty every time you fuck her, feel indebted to her that she is letting you have privilege. You have no idea where a such a slippery slope might lead! However, having given you the warning above, I can also say that once you and she both accept certain realities, you will come closer. My physical and mental connection with Samina is now at a level that there is not enough money in this world for me to consider leaving Samina, or even asking her to leave the lifestyle.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The weeks following Samina's parting of ways with Dirk and Anna, were packed. First her parents came to visit us for a bit, then mine followed. Of course during that time, there was no question of any sort of sexual activity, except that between Samina and myself. By the time, the last set of guests had left, both Samina and I were ready for a break of our own, and decided to take a 'second honeymoon', to the islands. Not wanting to spend too much time planning a vacation, we took a package deal to Jamaica, on a 'rough it out' plan where instead of staying at comfortable hotels, we were to stay in a tent on the beach. It was a new concept and the travel agent said that so far people who had experienced it, had nothing but good things to say. Samina and I thought it was not a bad idea, and decided to go for it, even though the agent warned us that it was a bare bones package with nothing even remotely luxurious included.

What happened on our 'second honeymoon' would probably be considered very tame compared to some of Samina's previous experiences. Even so I would like to share it with my readers. As they say, we are the sum total of all our experiences, and this was just one more piece of a very complex puzzle that was now irrevocably on its way to completion.
I am not sure I knew that Samina may have had in mind for the holiday. Perhaps she wanted to spend a quiet few days just chilling on the beach, or maybe she wanted to fuck around with anyone that caught her fancy. In the end it turned out to be a combination of the two. Samina told me later that she had nothing really planned, but just let things unfold naturally, which is why it was all so tame. Not having had the chance to see her with Dirk & Co, I felt I was missing out. So it almost felt like we were starting from scratch, it had been so long since I had seen another cock pleasure Samina.
We arrived in Jamaica, on a Saturday morning, there were about 25 couples, and were driven in a tour bus straight to the beach, where our tents were already set up. There were several Port-a-Potties and curtained shower areas, set up at either end of the encampment. As we had been warned, it was pretty bare. With just a couple of pillows, and sleeping bags. We had been told to pack light, and we thanked our lucky starts that we brought 2 small pull along bags, rather than a suitcase, there is no way we could fit the suitcase in the tent. The company that owned the tents assured us that they would provide exceptional security and that we should feel free to leave out luggage in the tent when we went out, provided of course there were no valuables in them. Samina and I had brought nothing valuable, not even a camera, so did not care if the luggage was stolen, all it had were some clothes, nothing irreplaceable or expensive.
By 7pm we were sitting in a small outdoor restaurant enjoying a lovely dinner and a nice bottle of white wine. The soft, cool sea breeze was soothing us as we ate the remarkably cheap meal. But then this whole vacation package was marketed towards the budget conscious travellers, and our co-vacationers looked like they were very budged conscious, mostly they were college students. Of course with both of us working and earning very good salaries, money was not an issue, but Samina and I thought, that it was a nice change from our usual trips. A little roughing was just what we needed to recharge.
Sitting at the table next to us were two men, I guess around 44 or45 years old. They were happy and enjoying themselves, not too boisterous, in fact a little entertaining as we could often over hear their conversation during those quiet moments when we gazed lovingly at each other or at the shallow waves.
Just when I was down to my last quarter of a glass of the wine lifting it up reluctantly to enjoy the last mouthful, one of the men got up, tripped and bumped me. Fortunately, while the wine did spill, it went onto the floor, not on me.
Naturally, he apologized profusely, offering to get me some more, but I pointed out that my glass was almost empty so couldn't expect them to get a new bottle.
"Excuse me for asking" he added "but are you two on your honeymoon?"
"Well, not exactly, you might say its our second honeymoon!" Samina said gaily..
"Oh wow, you just look so happy together! Congratulations." he continued.
“Thanks!” I said.
"Would you care to join us, for some more drinks? I see your bottle is almost empty, and we are just about to open a new one." he exclaimed.
"That's very kind of you" Samina replied, flashing a beautiful smile. I immediately knew that she was attracted to this man, and my cock jumped.
He introduced himself. "I'm Greg and my friend here, is John. He's just here for the weekend but I'm staying for a couple of weeks"
"Hi, I'm Umer, and this is Samina" I replied by way of introduction.
"I hope I was not out of line inviting you join us to share this bottle?" he asked us gently, obviously without putting any pressure on us, seeing it was our second honeymoon.
I looked at Samina, not wanting to do anything that she didn't want, but she just nodded at me happily. I realized that after the recent dry spell, she was probably ready for some more adventures, and these guys seemed like a good place to start.
"No, that would be nice, thanks" I told him, as they helped us move to their table, by moving our chairs and ensuring we could sit next to each other. We had finished our main course, but hadn't ordered desert yet, so we had nothing to move as we had both finished our wine.
When the new bottle was opened and poured, Greg made a loud toast to Samina and me, I'm sure everyone in the restaurant heard, which was probably his intention. But it must have worked, because soon another bottle of champagne arrived and the waiter told us it was compliments of that group over there, as he pointed to a table of four older couples, who smiled and raised their glasses at us as we looked in their direction.
I thanked them and so did Samina, giving them her winning smile.
"Have you had dessert yet?" Greg asked.
"No, we haven't even had a look at the dessert menu yet" I told him.
"Will you let me get us something that's a speciality here, but there needs to be four to order, it is unbelievably good," he offered.
"But we can't let you do that, you've already bought us this lovely bottle of wine," I replied.
"Don't be silly, it will be my pleasure, please, I assure you" he pleaded.
"Don't worry" his friend interjected, speaking for the first time as he laughed "he can afford it. He has to shower four times a day to try and get clean, because he's so filthy rich!"
Naturally that made us all laugh, so Greg said "right, so that's settled. So tell me, where are you staying?"
It occurred to me that Greg and his friend probably assumed that Samina and I were not all that well off and were trying to help us out. I wondered if I should somehow disabuse them of that mistaken notion, but seeing Samina smiling flirtatiously, I stopped myself.
As he signalled to the waiter again and ordered the dessert, I replied "in the camping grounds along the road there. We have a tent."
"Are you really staying in a tent for your honeymoon?" Greg laughed
"Well... we.... we thought it would be a good idea, you know be close to the ocean, and rough it out a little." I explained, telling them the truth, but I don't think they believed me.
Just then our flaming dessert arrived. It was an ice cream cake covered in meringue that had been baked, brandy poured over it and set alight. The whole restaurant applauded as the waiter brought it to us, flames high in the air. I was surprised that such a cheap place would serve what was clearly an expensive desert. It looked and tasted fantastic.
By the time we were drinking the last glass of the champagne, I asked Greg, realizing that he had drank rather a lot and probably wasn't fit to drive, "have you got far to go home?"
"No, not really, but I think we'll walk. I have drunk far too much to risk driving" he replied, honestly.
But then, when our glasses were empty and we were having a cappuccino, Greg insisted we have a sweet liqueur with our coffee. It tasted great, but I realized just how tipsy I was and assumed, correctly that Samina was much the same. But we were having a lovely, happy evening.
When we had finished, Greg called for the bills, signalling to the waiter for both tables. When the two checks came, he quickly grabbed both and despite our protest, insisted on paying.
We left the restaurant, thanking the staff, but by this stage the four couples who had bought us the extra bottle of bubbly had left, so we couldn't thank them again. Greg showed us his sports car. I could tell it was an expensive foreign sports job, with two seats and a tiny spot that would not take an adult behind the two seats, probably just a small case. Definitely a car for the rich and famous.
We walked, or rather staggered, danced and laughed along the footpath for the half kilometre distance to our camping ground, which was on the way to their hotel. We were all vibrant and happy, clearly all inebriated, but no one was the slightest bit obnoxious.
"Which is your tent?" Greg asked, and I pointed out our tent which was visible from the road.
"Say, what are you doing tomorrow? John has to go back home, if you want, I could pick you up and show you around if you don't mind squeezing into that little car. You look so petite, Samina, that I'm sure you can sit on Umer's lap." Greg laughed.
Apart from smiling at his compliment, Samina answered, saying "that would be nice, wouldn't it Umer?"
"So I'll pick you up at around noon, if that's OK?" Greg suggested.
I agreed realizing that although it was lovely there, being without a car was a bit of a liability. I said thanks to Greg for everything, especially for picking up that tab for the night. He assured me that it was his pleasure, but I was pleased to see Samina thank him nicely, giving him a lovely kiss on the lips and a quick cuddle as well, then she told him how grateful she was for making our wedding night so enjoyable. Now, I was convinced that Samina really wanted Greg!
Poor John just hung back, but she gave him a peck on the cheek anyway and then the two guys continued on their merry walk home.
Arm in arm we staggered to our tent, undressed and fell into bed. We had enjoyed too much to drink to celebrate our first night there, making love, but we enjoyed lying in each others arms, naked, pressing body against body as we kissed.
"I see you gave Greg quite a proper kiss!" I teased Samina
"Of course not, but that wasn't a proper kiss, this is!" She said, as she kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as our mouths were open wide and at the same time brought my hand up to caress and fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Now that was what I call a proper kiss with tongue and breast involved!" I told her as our kiss finally ended.
"Mmmmh, I like your idea of a proper kiss. How about another one?" she asked as she came back into my arms and we did the same again, with lots of tongue involved and lots of breast fondling.
But I knew that I had drunk way too much for this to go any further, so soon we were laying side by side, her bottom pressed against my groin as I fondled her breast and fell asleep.
It had been a long, but wonderful day. Even in my semi-drunken state, my penis throbbed in anticipation of what might happen between Samina and Greg.
We woke up quite late the following morning, when a pleasantly warm see breeze blew over us. We lay there, eyes closed, spooning, my erect cock resting against Samina's butt crack. No words were needed. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but she did not seem to be in the mood, so I did not force the matter. Although at that moment, more than anything I wanted to give her a climax. We were lucky that the tents had flaps that could be easily closed to give privacy inside, last night we had slept with the flaps open.
Samina had just returned from washing up, when right at noon Greg walked up to our tent, calling out to us. By this stage we were dressed, so I opened the flap and went outside, closing the flap behind me, as Samina was still inside changing. Shortly thereafter, she came out, looking gorgeous as usual in shorts and a halter top, braless of course, which was how I liked her. She smiled at Greg and said hello as he came up to her and they exchanged a quick kiss on the lips.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked us then added "got your swimmers and towel, because we might end up at a beach?"
Samina quickly got her bikini and my shorts, a couple of towels and the sunscreen threw it all into a bag with a water bottle and we walked out to Greg's car.
Greg threw our bag behind the two seats and opened the door for me to get in. Once I was settled, Samina climbed in and sat on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her. I made sure she was secure by placing the hand of the arm I had wrapped around her, squarely on her breast. She didn't seem to mind, even though Greg was still standing there holding the door for us. He shut the door, got into the driver's seat and we headed off.
He drove around for about 45 minutes until he came to a café and invited us for lunch. After enjoying a light lunch, which he insisted he pay for, he drove us around the different bays, and there were many, until he found the one he wanted to have a swim at. Being a Sunday, there were quite a few people there, but it was easy for Greg and I to wrap a towel around ourselves, remove our shorts and put our swimmers on. Samina did much the same, but then I held the towel around the top of her body as she removed her halter top and put her bikini bra on.
After a delightful swim, and some time spent sunning ourselves, we picked up our towels, dried ourselves off and walked back to the car. We dressed again, reversing the procedure and soon we were back in our shorts and tops. Samina's nipples were rather visible by this stage, being distended from the coolish water and were slightly damp as she put her soft, thin halter top on, making the cloth almost translucent. When she realized how she looked, she smiled at me. I smiled back,, looked directly at her breasts told her she looked great.
"Would you like to have a drive?" Greg asked me.
"Yes, I would love to! Are you sure? It would be fantastic to drive a car like this" I replied very excited at the prospect.
"Just as long as Samina doesn't mind sitting on my knee instead of yours." Greg mentioned.
"Of course not, I'd be honoured" Samina told him as I happily got into the driver's seat, not at all concerned that Samina would have to cuddle up close to him. In fact knowing of her attraction to Greg, I was quite happy, that finally she had gotten to be close to him, maybe that would spur some action.
But the situation was not quite as simple as that. You see, things moved slowly. Initially, both Samina and I expected Greg to get bolder with her, as she dropped hints (at times blatant ones!) that she wanted him. Alas, that was not to be. Greg was painfully slow on the uptake, and had to be coached all the way by Samina.
Greg got into the passenger seat and Samina happily hopped on his lap facing the window as she had done with me for the morning's drive. He put his arm around her and held her tight but without putting his hand on her breast as I had done. I set off, a little jerkily as I was not used to the sensitive racing controls, but eventually got used to them, and enjoyed driving the expensive car.
Initially however it was difficult to work on the gear shift, as one I had not driven a stick shift for quite a while, and two this car's clutch was exceptionally sensitive. As we were leaving the car park, I virtually stalled it, causing the car to stop suddenly and Greg stuck out his other hand to stop Samina going through the windscreen. Naturally his hand landed on her breast as he grabbed her and he apologized profusely, although I noticed that he took his time releasing her.
"It's fine, Greg, no problem. Hopefully Umer will stall it again and you'll have to grab me like that once more" Samina joked, laughing gaily. This caused us all to laugh, Greg looked distinctly uncomfortable. I was glad that already Samina had started dropping hints.
"So where am we going?" I asked after I managed to get out of the car park.
We all agreed to do a drive around the island, before heading back. So, on that so I set off along the narrow country roads, enjoying the feel of this extremely responsive car. Samina didn't seem to mind her cramped seating arrangement at all, she had a constant smile pasted on her face, as she flirted with Greg now and then.
We talked a bit, and Greg told us that he was recently divorced after a 20 year marriage and still had not quite recovered from that. He was in Jamaica to relax, and hopefully recover enough to be back soon running the paper products company he had founded about 15 years earlier. We were impressed by Greg a lot, but clearly he was a man hurting, and unsure of himself.
"Hope you don't get sea sick?" Greg asked us as we got out of his car upon reaching the tent village.
"Why?" we both responded.
"Well I hope you don't mind, but I've booked us on a harbour cruise at 2pm tomorrow to dolphin and whale watching. We'll go out to sea to see if there any whales there, but first I'm taking you to lunch" he told us.
We were both a bit flabbergasted. As I parked the car, I could tell that neither of us knew what to say, so I replied "but we can't let you pay for all that alone,, I'm sorry."
"Nonsense, it will be my pleasure. I really enjoy your company" he tried to reassure us.
"But we have to contribute something" Samina insisted.
"Tell you what, I'll settle for a nice kiss from you, beautiful," he told Samina.
"Well that might be alright for her, but what can I contribute. I'm not going to kiss you" I laughed.
Samina interrupted "well I'll just have to give him a kiss from you too, then." Yet another hint dropped. Greg gave a nervous laugh. I don't think he was quite sure of what to make of us.
"Just make sure they are proper kisses" I told her, "not just little pecks on the cheek." Eliciting another nervous laugh out of Greg.
"I'll make sure he enjoys them. I promise" she winked at me and laughed herself.
"Perhaps I should collect them after the cruise though in case you don't enjoy yourselves and then you won't have to deliver on your promise." Greg said with a laugh, clearly not taking us seriously.
I got out of the car and helped Samina climb off Greg's lap and of course he got out too. I handed him the car keys and thanked him for the lunch and the lovely drive as I got our wet things from behind the two seats.

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Samina turned to him and thanked him as well, moving close against him and giving him a lovely kiss on the lips, holding the kiss much longer than would have been necessary for a simple goodbye kiss, but I was happy that she was being so friendly and rewarding him for our lovely day. I knew it would be a reward for him as I knew how wonderful her lips felt against mine when she kissed me like that, although Greg only held her lightly against himself. Another hint!

As Samina broke away, I saw a very confused look on Greg's face as he looked at me with guilty eyes. I smiled back, hoping that it said, I had no problem with what just happened.
Greg got back in the car, telling us he would collect us at noon tomorrow and drove off. We went into the tent and the first thing I did was give Samina a big hug and kiss and tell her what a lovely day it had been and how much I had enjoyed driving the beautiful little sports car.
“You know Greg is confused as hell about us?” I asked Samina.
"Of course I do. I enjoyed kissing him, but he did not respond in kind, even when I shoved my tongue down his throat, he fought it at first, then stopped, but did not reciprocate. I think he may have been worried that you might be upset or jealous, especially when he had grabbed my breast accidentally earlier, and now, here I was giving him a proper kiss goodnight!" she replied.
"No,” I laughed. “I can honestly say I wasn't jealous at all. Although, I did notice that he did seem a little reluctant to remove his hand once it had ended up grasping your breast, not that I can blame him, I know just how good they feel. And as for giving him a nice kiss to say thank you, I was glad you did, even though, as I told you last night, that wasn't a proper kiss! I think you need another reminder." I laughed as Samina came into my arms.
We enjoyed a lovely long and passionate kiss, with our tongues fighting each other for supremacy, while my hand slid under her top and onto her bare breast, caressing and fondling her glorious globe. Both of us were gasping a little as we came up for air, but Samina stepped back, removed her halter top and came back into my arms for more. I happily responded and when this second kiss ended I took her hand and she willingly followed me to bed, removing her panties as soon as I let go of her hand, and we fell onto our sleeping bags.
An hour later we were lying in each others arms, sated, exhausted, and definitely looking forward to more after dinner. It was truly a delightful experience, but I was more than a little convinced that Samina was aroused from the close contact she had experienced with Greg and I was happy to be the beneficiary of that in bed. Samina was even quite active in bed, after a a long time. Of course after getting all that oral sex, she was ready to explode, and after a long time we orgasmed together. Whether it was due to my skill (I doubted that), or due to the fact that she had been in close contact with Greg all day, Samina was aroused a lot, and her quick orgasm showed it.
We had a simple dinner washed down with a rather cheap bottle of white wine, the vacation rental company gave us. After dinner, we down to drink the rest of the wine, and chatted away excitedly about the harbour cruise we were going to do tomorrow. We also find time to reminisce about our life together and how far we had come. Samina told me just how happy she was, and said the same to her, both of us knew it was the truth.
She must have really been happy, because by the time we were ready to go to sleep she had enjoyed two more wonderful orgasms with my tongue, and gave me a superb hand job. As usual, we fell asleep with me cuddled into her bottom with my hand resting on her breast. That was my absolutely favourite position to sleep in.
Once again, right on time, Greg came up to our tent, and called out to us. By this stage Samina and I had enjoyed the wake up massage I had given her earlier,and followed by a rather late breakfast, after which we dressed and waited for Greg. This time Samina was wearing a pink polo shirt with matching white shorts, and I advised her not to wear a bra and leave at least the top two buttons undone, so that Greg an I could get brief glimpses of her glorious breasts. Samina cheerfully agreed.
Greg drove us into the bay and took us to a lovely café for lunch, overlooking the water and just a short walk to the pier to catch the cruise at 2pm. Lunch was most enjoyable and washed down with an excellent bottle of Chardonnay. We had time for a cappuccino before we walked down to the pier and caught the boat. I was feeling a little guilty to be enjoying his hospitality, because I was certain that he felt we were not well off, and it did not feel right for use to continue thinking that. But then I told myself he was enjoying my wife a lot so far, and would do so even more in the future, so it didn't matter. It certainly didn't seem to bother Samina, though in fairness to her, she was too occupied in trying go seduce Greg.
We were very lucky. Not only was the weather perfect, warm with the sun shining and no wind, but we saw lots of dolphins in the bay as they frolicked and caught the waves from the boat. Then the captain got a message that there were whales just outside the harbour entrance, so we set off quickly, arriving in time to see a pod of whales complete with several new born calves, frolicking in the waters just outside. It was truly an awesome sight to see these huge creatures so close up as they dived, surfaced and rolled over. Samina was beside herself with excitement, telling us both over and over how wonderful it was and how perfect.
When we got off the boat, we walked arm in arm back to the car, the three of us with Samina in the middle of course, bubbling with enthusiasm and excitement. The cruise had been an absolutely wonderful experience.
"Would you like to drive home, Umer?" Greg asked trying to keep his voice casual, but I could sense a little hesitation. naturally I jumped at the opportunity.
One more time, I helped Samina get onto his lap, I saw that she had undone another button, and noticed, that from the way she was sitting, Greg would be able to see right inside her open shirt and one breast was quite plainly visible. She must have realized this as she looked up at me with a naughty smile. Another hint! I just smiled at her and she smiled back, relaxing into Greg's arm.
I enjoyed the drive> I noted that Greg kept stealing peeks down Samina's shirt, as she behaved as though she did not notice that. Occasionally, when we had to make a steep turn, Samina would hold on to one of his thighs, and on at least one occasion I saw her brush a hand against his crotch, causing him to jump a little.
We got back to the beach, and I helped Samina off Greg, who seemed reluctant to stand up. Samina looked at me and then with her eyes looked down at Greg's crotch. I took to imply that he may have an erection, or at least the beginnings of one,
"Don't you want at least one of your kisses now?" Samina asked softly, determined to stand by her agreement.
"Mmmh, maybe just one!" Greg said softly, smiling as he finally got out and stood he next to Samina, and pulled her to him, but not real close, then kissed her gently on the mouth.
"I thought they were supposed to be proper kisses" I complained jokingly.
"Well why don't you show him how to kiss a girl properly" she teased me, coming into my arms.
Not needing any further encouragement, I pulled her close, brought my hand up to her breast and fondled it while I kissed her with open mouth, using tongue and lips as we engaged in a long and passionate kiss.
"Wow, you're right, that was a proper kiss" she told me smiling at me, then added "do you think I should give one of those to Greg then?"
"Of course, that's what you promised him, wasn't it" I replied, finding myself eagerly waiting to watch her being kissed like that. Greg looked thoroughly confused. I think by now he was sure that Samina and I were playing some sort of game, but was not sure how far he could push it. I could think of no other reason why he was still hesitant in making the next move, everything had happened because Samina had taken matters into her own hands.
She turned to him and moved close against his body, waiting, without saying anything, as he took her into his arms and kissed her as I had, passionately. He put one arm around her and the other by her side, his hand resting on her waist. Samina took this hand from her side and placed it on her breast and then put her arms around him.
Greg got the message, albeit clearly surprised, and I could see his hand moving as he massaged her breasts, over the shirt, until their kiss ended and he took his hand off her and removed his arm from around her, stepped back and said, simply "wow."
Samina appeared to blush profusely, but smiled warmly at him as she said, "look forward to seeing you again tomorrow!"
Greg hurried away, muttering “wow,” repeatedly. We had arranged to go to the movies the next night, but Greg had suggested picking us up at 3pm, going into town, for a browse around the shops, have some dinner and then the movies.
As Greg left and we made our way into the tent, she came into my arms and asked for another proper kiss, which I happily delivered to her. Naturally this led to me helping her get undressed and onto the bed where it would have been impolite of me not to avail myself of that beautiful naked body, that was just waiting to be loved. And love it I did, to me loving it mean first providing it oral sex for as long as she wanted. It no longer even occurred to me just simply fuck her, my mind and soul having accepted that for her that would never be enough. To my great joy I brought her two orgasms that night, once with my tongue alone, and once with the tongue getting her nearly there, and my cock finishing up.
"Hmm, I guess you aren't you mad at me for kissing Greg like that and for putting his hand on my breasts!" she laughed quietly, as we lay in our post sex reverie.
"Of course not!” I laughed back. “I told you to give him a proper kiss and even demonstrated what I expected him to do and because he was too much of a gentleman to also touch your breast, I was glad that you did what you did. You enjoyed your kiss didn't you?" I replied a little huskily, still aroused from the memory.
"Yes" she almost whispered. “I really want to go to bed with him, and have dropped so many hints, but he refuses to take any steps.”
"I know darling, I don't know whats up with him. He seems a little unsure of how far we want to take it. I think he knows we are playing a game with him, and is enjoying it, but does not know how far we would be OK taking it, that is way I think he is letting you make all the moves" I suggested.
"Yes, I guess you are right. Maybe I'll be a little more brazen next time. after all, I still owe him another kiss, don't I?" She smiled gently at me as she spoke.
"That's right, you do, so hopefully he will take the hint this time.” I laughed at her, as she snorted.
"You lazy bugger, are you getting another man to arouse your wife because you can't be bothered eh? Is that it?" she asked in mock horror as she punched me lightly. “You freak, it's just as well you are OK with this,” she said taking my soft cock in her hand. “This small pecker ain't much good at pleasuring me.” She laughed again, as my cock twitched in her hand.
“Sorry sweetie,” I chortled in complete agreement. This time she did not say the obligatory “don't be!” that she always said before.
We cuddled a little more before falling into contended sleep.
The next afternoon, Greg was at our tent, promptly at 3 pm as promised. We had spent the most of the morning wandering along the foreshores of the bay and having a swim. After an early lunch, we relaxed on the beach, and played some volleyball with our fellow tent city dwellers.
This time Samina had on a short skirt with a pair of skimpy lace panties underneath and a nice blouse that she had again, left fairly open to reveal her beautiful cleavage and a fair part of each breast. She knew I loved her dressing like this, especially without a bra. But today the effect was not for me, but for Greg.
"How would you like to go to the country club tomorrow night? They have a great dinner dance?" Greg suggested as we were pulling into town. He had let me drive again, so Samina was sitting happily on his lap, cuddled into him. She seemed even more relaxed on his lap than she had been yesterday. And he too seemed a little more relaxed and comfortable, often resting a hand on one of naked thighs.
"But I don't have any suitable clothes" Samina lamented.
"No problem" Greg said and then started directing me where to drive. "Just park there," he told me, pointing to a parking spot near some boutique shops.
As we got out of the car, he took Samina's hand and almost dragged her into one of the clothing shops. I followed them, happily watching what was unfolding, try to guess what was coming next.
"I want something really nice and sexy for this young lady to wear to the country club dance tomorrow night," he told the saleslady as she came over. Naturally Samina protested, but he would have none of it and insisted she try on a couple of the dresses that the lady showed them. I just sat back and watched.
Samina came out wearing a stunning cocktail dress, very low cut, which revealed three quarters of her beautiful breasts, which were of course braless, just barely covering her nipples. It was fairly short and extremely pretty and suited her, but I could see that she was concerned because as she bent over to adjust the hem, the top dropped away from her breasts making them completely visible to anyone standing in the right spot, like Greg and I were. I saw Greg's mouth drop open and then quickly he gathered himself.
"Hmm this is a lovely dress, but I would like to try a couple more before deciding." she said.
"Don't you think she looks absolutely beautiful?" Greg asked me. “I think this is the dress for her!”
"She always does, but that dress just makes her look even more stunning" I agreed.
"We'll take it" he told the saleslady over Samina's objections.
Samina went back into the change room to put her own clothes back on and came out holding the dress, still protesting, but Greg took it from her, gave it to the lady to put in a bag, and then said to the sales lady, "what about shoes to wear with it? I want a pair that she can dance in, though."
Again, despite more protests, a pair was selected and after ensuring they fitted, Greg gave them to the saleslady and he paid for both items. We walked back to the car, Samina still protesting that he had spent too much money on her and asked what she could ever do to repay him. We put his purchases in the car, and we made our way back to wander around some more shops.
Greg decided to stop her protestations by telling her "well, you can pay for the dress by owing me another kiss and for the shoes by promising to have at least one dance with me."
Samina, turned her head around to look at me and smiled at me as she said, "that's not enough, you can have at least two extra kisses, one for the dress and one for the shoes and most of the dances, just as long as I get at least one with my dear husband!"
I just smiled back at her and told her that was a good idea. Greg finally seemed to be comfortable with our little game, and I had to admire his patience. By letting Samina set the pace, he had risked nothing, and gained everything. Now all Samina had to do was close the deal, because I was sure that Greg would let her at anytime.
"Perhaps tomorrow you'll let me take you to a special beach where we can have a swim and a sun bake. Then, I'll drop you back at your tent to get ready for the dinner dance and come back in say an hour and a half, if that's enough time to get ready. It should only take you five minutes to look beautiful Samina, but I thought your husband might need longer!" Greg said with a laugh and as we walked into a café for some dinner we had joined in his laughter.
Once again Greg insisted that he shower us a nice meal and wine. Then it was time to walk to the movies, leaving the car in the car park as we walked arm in arm with Samina of course in the middle. She seemed to enjoy having a man either side with each of us having an arm around her back. She had put her arms around each of us as well.
It was at that point I told Greg that we were not hard up, and had deliberately chosen a rough it out type vacation to get closer to nature, and had loved it so far. Greg to me that he knew all along we were not the typical people who vacation at the tent city, but he enjoyed our company, and at first felt bad that he was intruding on our vacation, but because enjoyed our company so much, he felt that the least he could do was take care of us whenever he could. He then thanked Samina and I for helping him forget his divorce related stress and worries. Both Samina and I felt a lot better letting Greg know the truth.
While we watched the movie, Samina of course sitting between us, she held a hand of each of us, letting each pair of hands rest on the flesh of her thighs, as her skirt had ridden up to the point we could just catch a glimpse of her panties. It was not only very pleasant sitting like that, but very sexy and I could feel my penis becoming rather turgid, especially as the second movie had a couple of fairly hot love scenes and I felt Samina squeeze my hand at appropriate moments. I was sure that Greg was getting similar treatment and I was pleased.
We walked happy and excited, again arm in arm back to the car. I still had the keys to his car in my pocket and Greg seemed happy for me to drive back, so I helped Samina settle on his lap again. This time he brought both arms around her to hold her and she just cuddled up against him, smiling at me as she did. Naturally I gave her a very encouraging smile back.
I had noticed a couple of times as I went around a corner or a bend that Greg had moved his hand onto her breasts and squeezed briefly. She didn't make any move and seemed to enjoy his attentions, which pleased me.
"I think I should pay you for the shoes now" she whispered to him as I got out of the car and moved around to offer her assistance to get out.
Greg didn't say anything as he accepted her kiss and returned it strongly, passionately. By this stage I was standing very close and they were facing me, so I could see and was pleased to see, that Greg had brought his hand to not only cup her breast, but he also slid it inside her gaping blouse, right onto her breast.
The kiss seemed to last an inordinately long time as he fondled and caressed her breast. When their mouths finally broke apart, both were puffing and I could hear Samina gentle moan of pleasure. She remained on his lap for a few moments longer, his hand still fondling her breast as she gazed into his face, placed her hand on his cheek and said "thank you for another lovely time and especially for the beautiful clothes."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I'm looking forward to seeing them on you tomorrow night, but before that we'll have a swim, so I'll pick you up at noon if that's OK?" he replied, his voice clearly indicating a little arousal as well.

Samina gave him a quick peck on the lips as he finally withdrew his hand from inside her blouse. They both got out of the car and I could see that I was correct about Greg being aroused, as I could just see the telltale bulge at the front of his trousers as he walked in front of the car headlights.
I took Samina's new clothes, and gave Greg his car keys back. As soon as he drove off, I had Samina in my arms, passionately kissing her, pressing my rather aroused and erect penis into her groin as we cuddled and kissed. But then I quickly led her inside and to bed where for the first time this vacation, Samina specifically asked for oral sex only.
“Sorry honey, I just don't feel like sex tonight, but would love to have your tongue lick me!” Samina said in a mildly apologetic tone.
“Of course, darling,” I said, positioning myself between her legs and caressing her thighs.
“Thank you Umer, I love you so much.” Those were the last words Samina spoke to me that night, shortly after my tongue gave her an orgasm, she was fast asleep.
I lay awake replaying the incident in my mind. Samina giving Greg two more proper kisses and then asking him to give her one more. She let him put his hand inside her blouse and Greg keeping it there for a long time, fondling Samina. My wife was now truly shameless and brazen. It didn't seem to matter to her any more, as long as she liked a man, she was going to do whatever it took to get into bed with him. Good I thought. I was glad she took the initiative, both to offer him extra kisses, which he certainly had earned, and to make him kiss her goodnight properly. I have to confess I got very aroused watching her, and especially seeing his hand on her breast. But I wasn't the only one who was aroused. Greg too had caught the arousal bug! You should have seen the bulge in his trousers as he got out. I was looking forward to Samina giving him another proper kiss the next night. I loved seeing his hand on her breast! With those thoughts buzzing through my mind, I finally feel asleep.
I woke up feeling extraordinary, pleasant feelings until I realized that Samina was caressing my penis. I longed for a blow job, but for quite a while now, she seemed quite unwilling to do so. I guess after having experienced those big cocks in her mouth, she was not too keen on having a small one. Who could blame here? So I pretended to be half asleep, occasionally moaning as my penis hardened, and Samina caressed it lovingly.
Suddenly I opened my eyes, and saw Samina smiling at me. “Hmm looks like little stiffy needs attention!” She took it in her grip and squeezed hard. “Aww its so cute, the head expands a little when I squeeze.” She squeezed again. “And it looks so adorable with its head just barely being completely out of my grip.” Samina giggled.
I looked down and saw that as always, when my hard penis was in her grip only a little more than the head was out of it. It twitched, and I giggled nervously, as Samina started pulling on it. Soon she was jerking on it with varying intensity and speed. I loved feeling her soft hand pleasuring me like that. Alas all too soon, I felt that unstoppable pressure build and Samina realized that I was about to explode, she quickly grabbed some tissue paper and held it to my hole as I let out a torrent of cum, which she quickly caught in the tissue paper.
“My good deed for the day!” Samina laughed, as she cleaned up my now softening cock.
We had some instant coffee, washed up and changed. It was still early in the day, and we were not that keen on going out right away, so decided to go back to bed to nap a little. But neither one of us was really in the mood to nap, so we started making out. After exchanging several lovely and passionate kisses, I rolled Samina over so that I could kiss and finger her sex and before long we were engaging in delicious and wonderful bout of finger and oral sex.
Not long after hearing her moan with pleasure and then feeling her orgasm spread across her body, I redoubled my tongues efforts, and she shuddered. Sometime after that we actually feel asleep, and woke up with just enough time to prepare and get ready for Greg's arrival. He was taking us to his favourite beach for a swim. He knew the island quite well.
Right at noon we heard him call to us from outside the tent and we quickly joined him, both wearing our swimmers under T-shirt and shorts. Greg drove us to a lovely, fairly secluded beach, which, it being a weekday, was almost deserted. It was a warm and sunny day, so we immediately took our shorts and t-shirts off and ran into the water. We splashed, swam. and even body surfed a little for an hour or so and then the three of us made our way back to the car. Samina said she would like to rest on the beach and relax a little, rather than leave straight away, so she lay face down on her towel and undid her bikini bra.
"Will you put some sunscreen on my back please darling?" she asked me.
By this stage I was laying on a towel the other side of her, while Greg was still next to the car, so I asked him "would you mind getting the sun screen out of our bag please Greg?"
Having found it, he brought it to Samina and asked, "would you like me to put some on you?" Finally he seemed to be taking the initiative.
"Thanks, seeing my husband is too lazy, do you mind doing it?" she replied.
Greg happily smeared some cream on her back and then spread and massaged it across her shoulders and down her back. He then put some more on the backs of her legs, slowly, sensually and I could tell he was enjoying it. "Would you like me to put some on your front while my hands are still oily?" he asked her, a naughty smile on his face.
Samina just rolled over, leaving her bra top behind and Greg quickly started on her legs, ensuring they were protected. Then he moved up to her tummy and the front of her shoulders, leaving her breasts until last.
"Make sure her nipples don't get burnt" I told him, smiling as Samina giggled.
Greg seemed to make sure he did what I asked, taking extra care with both breasts and especially her nipples, rubbing lots and lots of sunscreen onto these sensitive areas, which I was actually quite happy to see that she seemed to be enjoying, her nipples quite hard and engorged.
Some time later when Greg suggested we go and get a rather late lunch, Samina put her T-shirt over her bikini bottoms, leaving her bra and shorts off. Greg invited me to drive, which I happily accepted and he got into the passenger seat with Samina on his lap. Naturally he had to put his arm around her to ensure her safety.
I drove following his directions to a lovely little café where once again Greg insisted on paying for the lunch. He asked me if I was happy driving that afternoon and when I told him I was he said that he and Samina would share a bottle of white wine and offered me a light beer seeing I was driving. I thought that was fair enough and my darling wife happily had her share of the wine.
When we got back into the car, with Samina once again sitting on Greg's lap, I was pleased to see his hand resting on her breast, naked under that thin cotton T-shirt. She seemed pretty relaxed and happy, leaning back against his chest. She smiled at me as she placed her hand on top of his, holding him against her breast. I just smiled warmly back at her. At that point Greg did not seem to care that I was even around.
By the time I had driven us back to tent city Samina's head was resting on Greg's shoulder and she was still holding his hand on her breast. I got out of the car and walked around to help her out, as Greg kissed her lightly, squeezing her breast and told us he'd see us in an hour an a half.
"Unbelievable" I said.
"What is?" she asked by way of reply.
"How beautiful you look, even more so than usual." She was wearing her new dress, with her hair done and her face made up. It never ceased to amaze me that women always seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of make up, even in the most spartan of surroundings! She looked incredible.
"You don't scrub up too bad yourself" she told me, although I was simply wearing slacks and a sport shirt.
Not long after, Greg arrived, calling out to us from outside the tent.
"Come in" I simply replied.
"Are you ready - wow, you certainly are, Samina, you look fantastic. So let's go, because your taxi awaits outside," he told us. He meant it literally, because he had come by taxi to pick us up, saying that he did not want to ruin Samina's new dress in his cramped car.
Naturally, Samina smiled at his compliment, and I knew that she was not all worried about how much she was revealing in her new, rather skimpy dress, particularly with Greg having seen her topless anyway. He opened the rear door for Samina and then got into the front passenger seat, leaving me to sit next to my wife.
Dinner, for a club, was surprisingly good, and we enjoyed some nice wine as well, but none of us drank to excess. Once the dancing started, Samina immediately stood up and told Greg that this was to be the first of many dances he was going to have with her. After dancing to a couple of modern dance songs, though, they came back to the table and Samina told me it was my turn.
She and I enjoyed a couple of fast numbers, as we were rather proficient and a good team. She blushed, though, as we sat down after the bracket ended and Greg told her how good she looked doing those moves, especially when her skirt kept flying up. She blushed not from the compliment, but the realization of how skimpy and lacy her panties were and what she would have been revealing to all and sundry. She had momentarily forgotten as she got into the dance we loved doing.
We had a little more to drink and made small talk. The band started a slow bracket and Samina looked to Greg asking him, "is this our dance?"
Greg stood up without answering, helped Samina to her feet and then led her by the hand back to the dance floor. I watched with pride and excitement, as he held her close and they danced slowly. They were cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh as he held her close and waltzed around the dance floor. There was even a smattering of applause when they finished, because no one else had dared to get up and dance at the same time; they were that good. Samina had always loved dancing, and had even taken some dance classes at a small college near where we lived.
Samina blushed, once again, not used to being in the limelight, as Greg proudly led her back to the table. I immediately stood up, of course, telling them how good they had looked out there.
"Do you mean that, darling?" she asked me.
"Yes I do, you looked so graceful and your dancing was absolutely beautiful" I told her, proud of how good she looked and how graceful their dancing had been.
She held her hand out to me, letting me know it was my turn to dance slowly with her, as the music continued.
"You looked wonderful. I was and am, so proud that you are my wife. And the confidence you have with men, is so incredibly sexy." I told her, adding "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, though, did you?"
"Oh darling, yes, I love dancing as you know and being so close to Greg like that enabled us to really move don't you think? He is so handsome, and I can't wait to get him in bed!" She said cheekily. I could only laugh at that, and pulled her closer to me.
"I thought you looked fantastic together and I'm looking forward to the next slow dance you have with him more tonight! So why don't we go back to the table and let Greg have the rest of this slow number? Then you can dance real close to him. Maybe he will get bolder as well. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked softly.
"Mmmmh yes, that would be nice and hopefully a good reward for him for all the fun he has shown us, don't you agree?" She giggled in return, and smiled encouragingly.
We went back to the table and Samina immediately held her hand out to Greg, telling him that it was his turn to dance with her. She gave him a big smile before she turned to me and kissed me lightly. Then she told me to sit and enjoy watching her dance.
I actually found that not difficult to do at all. Looking at her at anytime was easy for me because she looked so beautiful, but dressed the way she was and cuddling close to Greg as they danced I thought she looked even more beautiful than normal. I could tell that she was pressing her groin against him as they slow danced around the floor, cheek to cheek and that just made me hot and aroused, and a little jealous,for I knew how wonderful it felt being that close to her.
I also knew that I would be amazed if by this stage Greg wasn't showing some signs of arousal from being so close to her, and when the dance ended and they made their way back to the table I could see the tell tale bulge at the front of his trousers. Samina was clearly very happy as Greg helped her into her chair, before he went off to the bathroom.
"Did you enjoy that dance?" I asked her.
"What do your think? Didn't it look like I was having a great time?" she asked me by way of reply, looking at me almost quizzically.
"Well I hope you did, because Greg certainly seemed to, based on the way his trousers looked rather full. Could you feel him pressing against you? Did you like it?" I asked with a slightly excited and husky voice.
“Yes, I could definitely feel his erection pressing against me, if that's what you mean and I guess it's nice for a woman to know she has that affect on a man, so yes, I did enjoy it. And you damn well know I enjoyed it!" She laughed at me.
"Of course it is and I enjoyed watching you dancing so close to him. I could tell that he certainly did too!” I sought confirmation again.
By that stage, Greg had rejoined us and we had another drink while the band had a break. But as soon as they resumed, once more playing a slow song Samina stood up and looked at Greg, "are you going to dance with me Greg?"
After giving me the briefest of glances at me to make sure it was alright, Greg stood back up and let Samina take his hand and lead him back to the dance floor. I watched with pride and pleasure as they moved slowly around the dance floor, cheek to cheek and groin to groin. I watched as his hand slowly moved down over her back and grasp one of her bottom cheeks, pulling her even closer into him. Still she continued to press against him, her face resting on his shoulder against his face, her breasts pressing hard against his chest.
By the time they came back to our table I could tell from her voice that she had become rather aroused from his dancing and his arousal was very visible from the bulge at the front of his trousers.
Once again she held her hand out to me and it was my turn to hold her close and dance slowly around the floor holding her close, grasping her bottom as he had done and pressing hard against her. There was absolutely no resistance from her to what I was trying to do, only encouragement.
"Did you enjoy your last dance with him?" I asked.
"Yes, darling, it was lovely. Did you enjoy watching?" she wanted to know.
"Mmmh, yes, I sure did, especially when he grabbed your bottom and pulled you even closer to him like this" I told her, adding "can't you tell from what's pressing into your groin at the moment?"
Samina just smiled at me.
“I loved watching you give him pleasure and I hoped that you were getting pleasure from him at the same time. Were you?" I said.
"Yes darling, I was!” Samina replied, while I just squeezed her bottom and held her even closer as I told her how happy I was that she was giving him some pleasure at the same time as enjoying her self and that I was getting so turned on from watching them.
I watched them have one more really close slow dance together before Greg suggested that it was time for him to take us home. He got the bill and, unsurprisingly by this stage, insisted on paying the lot, telling me it was his idea so he should be responsible for the bill.
This time I got in the front, leaving Greg to sit next to Samina, and I was pleased to see her sit close to him, with his arm around her. The taxi dropped us off at the front of the tent city, and Greg insisted that he would walk home from there, so naturally I invited him into our tent for a cup of coffee, albeit that we could, of course, only offer him instant coffee, but he was happy with that.
"I seem to remember that I still owe you two or three proper kisses, Greg, don't I darling?" Samina giggled as as walked back. “Don't I darling?” she turned to ask me.
"That's right you do. Perhaps you should give him one while we wait for the water to boil, then you can give him another before he goes home. That way he'll still be owed one tomorrow, especially if he takes us to the beach as he offered, but just make sure you give him the proper kisses you promised him" I happily responded.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Greg, don't you want to kiss me?" she asked him challengingly, before adding with a smile "but make sure they are proper kisses like Umer showed you earlier so he won't go crook at me."
Of course he was up to the challenge and soon had her in his arms and was kissing her passionately, although seemed reluctant to fondle her breast. But as they broke apart, even though I could tell she had really enjoyed their kiss, I said "you still haven't learnt about a proper kiss have you? Here's how it's done."
I then took over giving her a loving passionate kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth, but at the same time, brought my hand up to the front of her dress and slid it inside, caressing her breast. Samina facilitated my access to her breast, even allowing me to slip the thin strap off her shoulder so that when our kiss was over and I withdrew my hand from her breast, it was totally visible to him.
"OK, why don't you try again" I told Greg, leaving Samina's breast still uncovered. He kissed her again, but this time let his hand wander across to caress her naked breast. When the kiss finally ended, I told them that coffee was ready, so Samina, almost reluctantly pulled her dress back into position, covering her breast as we sat down and enjoyed the cup of coffee.
Samina smiled secretively at me, blowing me a furtive kiss, obviously trying to tease me with her conduct. I merely smiled widely at her as I asked her had that been a better kiss. "Yes, not bad for a beginner" she said, bursting into laughter, which we both joined it, although I reckoned I could tell that she had enjoyed it.
But then Greg said, pretending to be serious "after I have this cup of coffee, I'll show you who is a beginner." Of course we all laughed then and enjoyed our coffee.
When we were finished, Greg said "I better get going , as it will take me fifteen minutes to walk there, but I seem to remember that you were going to give me another one of your proper kisses and that I have to show you that I'm not just a beginner."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina seemed to move straight into his arms, encouraging him to give her a proper kiss. I could tell his tongue was in her mouth and she was clearly enjoying it and then I saw his hand move inside her dress, fondling and caressing her breast. It didn't seem long before I could hear Samina moaning with pleasure softly into his mouth as their kiss got more and more passionate.

When their kiss ended, Greg left his hand inside her dress clearly fondling and caressing her as he said goodnight and told her he was looking forward to seeing her again tomorrow at 2pm. Then, after clearly giving her breast a big squeeze, he removed his hand from her breast and said goodnight to me.
Almost immediately after he had left our tent, we were in each others arms, cuddling, stripping our clothes off and touching and kissing each other as passionately as we could. Samina felt as aroused as I was. Soon we got into bed where she asked for, no demanded that I go down on her immediately. I happily did, only to find a already quite damp down there. It did not take long for her to orgasm on my tongue, in fact it took a lot less time than it usually did.
“Thanks a lot Umer, you have one talented tongue!” Samina said.
“But what about me?” I said pointing towards my erect cock.
“Oh that, yeah sorry honey, but I am totally beat now, if you like, why don't you jerk off.” She said handing me the box of tissues.
I was confused, and embarrassed all at once. But once I realized that Samina had been on a roller coaster ride that night, and was now desperate to go to bed with Greg, I understood why she was emotionally tired, in fact she was asleep almost immediately. So, I was left to my own devices, and jerked off into some tissues, of course that was nowhere near as satisfying as, feeling her hand jerk me or, or better yet, feeling her mouth around me cock, or her soft, warm, welcoming cunt around it. It had been a long time since my cock had felt her mouth around it, but at least it got to feel her cunt quite often, but that it appeared that all my cock would feel, was my own, hard, rough, hand. So why was it, that instead of feeling annoyed at Samina, I actually felt a little relieved that she did not want to have sex with me?
We spent the early morning enjoying another walk along the beautiful shore, with its soft, cool breeze and soothing sounds of the waves. Hand in hand, we walked slowly for well over an hour, the damp, velvety sand cushioning our steps, as we chatted, and took in each others company. The word's we exchanged were not filled with platitudes, or admissions of never ending love. No, we talked of more mundane matters, family issues, looking for a new house (the lease on our current abode ending soon), etc. No admission of love was needed, I knew I would never love anyone as much as I loved Samina, and the look of contentment in her eyes told me that she felt the same way about me. After the way we lazed on the back reading.
Greg drove up at 2pm and we got into his car, Samina sitting on my lap, so I cuddled and fondled her thinking Greg shouldn't be the only one to enjoy doing this as we drove along. For that day, Samina was simply wearing her bikini, while I was in my board shorts. Greg seemed to have his swimmers on under his T-shirt and shorts.
When we arrived at the beach there was no one there so we enjoyed the sea, sun, and surf by ourselves for a while. Then decided to lie on our towels and catch a few rays of the sun.
"Will one of you gentlemen be kind enough to go back to the car and get the sunscreen lotion?" Samina asked lazily, as she lay face down on her towel and removed her bikini bra.
I deliberately let Greg volunteer, so he ran back and soon returned to her side.
"Seeing you were the one to get it, you should be the one to put it on" she told him, much to my pleasure.
As he had done the day before, Greg slowly and sensuously applied the lotion to her shoulders and back and right down the backs of her legs, rubbing it in and massaging as he went. He seemed rather good at it because I could hear Samina's soft moans of pleasure. When he had finished, without waiting to be asked, she rolled over and lay on her back. Once again he started applying the lotion to her legs working right up her left leg first and then starting at the foot of her right leg, which by this stage had separated slightly, so as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, he brushed lightly against her groin, before continuing up her tummy.
Studiously avoiding her breasts, he covered the rest of her body, even applying some gently and lightly to her face. Then he moved down to her breasts and I didn't have to tell him to ensure her nipples were protected because he spent ages rubbing and fondling and even tweaking her nipples.
I could tell both from the expression on her face and the soft gentle noises she was making that Samina was really enjoying what he was doing to her. Briefly she opened her eyes and glanced at me, seeing my mouth slightly open and breathing heavily as I was staring intently at her breasts. She caught my eye momentarily and I smiled at her, which she returned and then closed her eyes again so she could better enjoy the sensations.
There was still no one around, so that when we decided that we'd had enough sun, we walked back to the car, Samina still topless.
Greg gave me the keys so I could drive back and Samina sat on his lap, merely dbanging the towel around her shoulders, concealing her breasts from passers by, but not from Greg. He put one arm around her holding the towel against her back, but the other hand slipped inside the towel and continued massaging her breast as she pressed against his chest.
We all walked into our tent when we got back, with Greg and I carrying our gear inside, while Samina still had the towel dbangd around her shoulders. Greg asked for a bottle of water, and I realized that we had finished that last one earlier in the day. I was thinking about getting some on the way back from the beach, but forgot about it.
"Seeing you've still got the car keys" Greg suggested "why don't you drive to that little store on the way into town, and and get a few bottles of water? Greg asked.
"I'd be happy to Greg." I replied.
When I got back about 25 minutes later, there was Greg passionately kissing Samina with one arm around her back and the other hand fondling her breast, the towel on the floor. As their kiss ended, Samina looked up at me and cheekily said, "I only owe him one more kiss now."
Greg looked up at me a little embarrassed, but I just smiled and said "that's good. At least you gave him a proper kiss this time."
Samina didn't move, however, so Greg left his arm around her and his hand on her breast. But she did look up at me with a lust-filled smile, I just smiled warmly back at her, happy not only that she was giving Greg some pleasure, but that she seemed to be enjoying it too. It was about time. My cock was twitching in my shorts.
"Here you go." I said as I passed him a bottle of water. He opened it and proposed a toast to us both and telling us how much he was enjoying our company and no wonder with Samina still sitting topless on his lap while he cupped her breast. Then he suggested we get some fish and chips from the local shop that was in walking distance, which we both happily agreed to.
Greg, seemingly reluctantly, withdrew his hand from Samina's chest, and said he would go and get us something to eat seeing that I had gone for the water.
As soon as he had left us, Samina immediately turned to me and kissed me hard. "Oh I am having so much fun. I think I have Greg has finally come to terms with the fact that you don't me playing with other men!” Samina said excitedly.
"I'm glad you were kissing him the way you were when I came in, although I must confess that I was glad to still be able to watch him fondling your breast. You enjoyed it didn't you, not only now but this afternoon in the car as well when I saw him caressing you and you didn't seem to mind?" I responded, actually quite happy with what I'd seen, because it turned me on.
"Do you really mean that darling? You really do enjoy seeing me with other men don't you?" she asked almost incredulously.
"Of course I do, I thought you knew that by now. Haven't I always said that? I hope you don't mind dear, but I actually find it quite sexy and I can't wait till he gets you into bed! I bet he will ravish you!” I told her huskily, feeling extremely aroused as we talked about it.
Samina looked at me, with a loving smile. "I love you my darling, so very much and I look forward to being ravished I can assure you. Do you think I should make Greg give me the other kiss and let him fondle my naked breast to make sure you are in the mood?" she joked.
"I hope you do, especially the naked breast bit, because I loved watching him putting sunscreen on you earlier and seeing you siting there topless. You didn't seem to mind that it took him so long to ensure your breasts were protected from the sun, did you?" I whispered back to her and she suddenly realized I was serious.
"I think that's a very sexy idea for another man to touch me like that. Its so sinfully naughty, and I have to say his touch feels so erotic as well. I guess its still a little difficult for me to fully accept that you really enjoy seeing other men touch me. But I know you do, you have said so all along. if you are sure that you want me to let him touch me like that. Don't you agree."
"I do, my darling, I really do,! Sharing you with men gives me a sort of mental and psychological pleasure that no physical pleasure could ever match." I said to Samina, trying to make her understand my thoughts. She smiled and then kissed me again.
Samina went for a shower and when she came back she had a little cotton shirt on that buttoned all the way down the front. She undid the couple of button she had done up while as she walked back into the tent. She looked absolutely gorgeous, which didn't surprise me in the least. Underneath the only thing she was wearing was a g-string that had a wisp of gauzy cloth covering her sex.
"Wow, I'm going to have difficulty waiting for Greg to leave before I ravish you" I told her.
"Am I showing too much?" She laughed, feigning modesty.
"Yes, you absolutely are! But, you look perfect and if that doesn't turn Greg on, nothing will!" I laughed back, my cock hardening.
She sat down on a chair with her back to the tent opening, ensuring the front of her shirt was wide open.
Just after that, Greg came back with a delicious smelling parcel of fish, scallops and chips. His eyes showed a little disappointment when he saw Samina, realizing that she had showered and dressed, but he didn't say anything. Then as he sat down he saw the front of her and said, "wow, you look gorgeous!"
Soon the three of us were tucking into the food and wine. We chatted, until Greg suggested it was probably time for him to go home. I glanced at Samina and she saw my look, immediately getting to her feet and sitting on Greg's lap, with her shirt wide open.
"You still have to give me another kiss, or at least I still owe you one more and Umer has told me to make sure it really is a proper one this time."
Greg and I could see both her breasts, as they were fully exposed when she sat on his lap and he could not resist her invitation, bringing one arm around her shoulders and the other up to fondle a naked breast as she leaned into his face to accept his passionate kiss. The kiss went on for ages, neither breaking for air, but I could see Greg's hand working overtime fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples. It wasn't long before I could also hear Samina's low, soft moans, as she clearly enjoyed what he was doing to her breasts and what his tongue was doing inside her mouth. Eventually the kiss ended and she moved her head a little, smiling first at him then at me, but Greg still had one arm around her and a hand on her breast. He seemed very reluctant to let go of that gorgeous breast and who could blame him.
"I think you must owe him at least one more kiss for dinner and the wine tonight, darling" I suggested gently.
Without hesitating, Samina moved her face back to Greg's so that he could kiss her again and he did. This time it seemed to go one forever, but I'm sure they ended and started again a couple of times, but I was happy, watching as Greg continued fondling and massaging her breasts, changing to one breast after the other, after a while and then going back to the first one.
Finally, as their kiss seemed to end, Greg moved his mouth to kiss her cheeks and then her neck and shoulders. She had her hands holding his head at this stage and I was sure that it was her that guided his head to first one breast then the other so that he could quickly kiss and suck each one. Then she told him thanks for the day, telling him she was looking forward to seeing him on Saturday morning.
Greg had told us that he had to go out of town the next day to take care of some business and wouldn't be back till late, but offered to take us swimming again the day after. An offer we gladly accepted. Although I was a big confused why he still seemed to be holding back, even though Samina had given him plenty of opportunity to take her all the way.
Within seconds of him leaving, Samina had removed her shirt and g-string and was in bed telling me that she desperately need my tongue between her legs right there. I was so aroused that I quickly threw my clothes off and joined her, my tongue working overtime.
So aroused was she that even after shivering to an orgasm on my tongue, she moaned. “Fuck me now....I want..... it!” Her voice a soft, aroused, panting.
I was already erect and was soon plunging into her sopping wet pussy. My own arousal matching her own. Before long, I exploded into an orgasm, before Samina could orgasm again. “No....no.... nooooo!” She cried out in disappointment, as I kept plunging away, but my softening cock was no good, a feeling of shame and embarrassment came over me, as I collapsed besides Samina, who was now masturbating.
“Why can't you last longer?” Samina said once she had finished masturbating. “You left me high and dry.” Her voice conveyed her disappointment.
“I am sorry darling, I was so aroused, besides you had an orgasm before!” I said defensively.
“That does not matter, I was so close to orgasming again!” Samina let out sigh of disgust. I did not what to say, so I lay there quietly, as she breathed hard.
"Who initiated the breast kissing?" I asked finally, once she regained almost normal breathing.
"I must admit that I pulled his head from my neck to my breasts and held him there, although he did seem rather keen as soon as he knew that was what I wanted. What is it with you men. The guy who fucks me can't last long enough to make me cum, and the guy I really wanted to fuck won't!” Samina sounded frustrated.
“I am sorry darling.” I apologized one more time.
“It's OK Umer, not your fault, I guess....” I thought Samina was going to say something else but she went quiet.
Neither of us said any thing else other than good night as we cuddled up to go to sleep. But sleep evaded us both, I could tell, because it was quite a while before I heard Samina's breath deepen into a sleep mode. I don't know what Samina's thoughts were, but I was thinking about the type of lover Greg might be, I hoped he was the sort who would rock Samina's world and make give her the kind of pleasure that I could not even dream of giving her. Lately it appeared that every dick she fucked was giving her the kind of pleasure mine could not, and strangely I found that thought to be very erotic.
Because we had been late getting to sleep last night, although not that late getting to bed, we slept in, not bothering about breakfast, although we did enjoy spooning. After a shower and a cup of coffee, we set off walking around the foreshore again and then enjoyed a light lunch. When we had finished our lunch, we walked all the way to the surf beach, where we enjoyed a quick dip. We had our swimmers under our shorts and T-shirt and I had my backpack with our towels.
It was quite a walk back to our tent, so it was straight into the showers to get refreshed and then as soon as we were once more inside the tent with the flap closed, Samina removed her shirt and just sat around in her panties. But I had plans to remove them too very shortly. First though I opened one of the bottles of champagne Greg had made me buy and we sat there enjoyed a glass. As we drank, Samina opined, "it has been really nice today, just the two of us, although I have really enjoyed Greg's company. He certainly has helped make this a memorable holiday, darling."
"What did you miss most, my precious, his company or his kisses and fondling of your breasts?" I asked with a gentle smile.
"Well, yes, I guess I have missed him fondling my breasts today and kissing me so passionately, but not only for the pleasure he gave me, but also for the pleasure you seemed to get which is what really thrilled me. I really wish he would take the next step though, its so frustrating. It is almost as if he is teasing me, egging me on, daring me to take the next step!" she replied honestly and sincerely.
"So you are looking forward to letting him see and fondle those glorious breasts again tomorrow, and maybe take things to the next level then?" I asked cheekily.
"Yes, I am actually, because I know how excited you'll get, won't you darling?" Samina smiled back.
"You are not wrong, dear. I don't know why, but it really has turned me on watching while he fondled you and especially last night when you encouraged him to kiss and suck them. And really wish he rocks your world!” I said, before unthinkingly adding, “I know I couldn....” I stopped mid-sentence.
"Yes, of course I will, and I agree with you!" She said simply.
It occurred to me that for the past few times, her criticism of my lack of bedroom skills had not been tempered by some kind remark, as she was normally inclined to do. I wondered if that was a part of her development as a sexually uninhibited wife, and whether this was a good development. "Just thinking about it has got me rather turned on, thinking about he will be taking those panties off and ravishing you. I suggested.
"Now that sounds like a good plan" she replied as she removed her panties and threw them to me. “But in the mean time, why don't you ravish me the way only you can darling.
I knew exactly what she meant, and I was determined to make up for the night before. My tongue took on a life of its own, doing things to Samina it had never done before. Making her squirm and moan like never before. I did not care that my throbbing penis was crying out for attention, it did not matter. What mattered was only Samina's pleasure, mine did not exist. Finally after Samina orgasmed, my face and chin coated with her cream, Samina told me to stop.
“Ohhhhh..... that as the best darling. You have never been this passionate about eating me. It was amazing.” She smiled at me.
“I figured I owed you for last night.” I smiled back.
“That you did, Umer, that you did!” Samina said seriously, as she peeked at my my erection and snickered a little. I pretended not to have seen that.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

The rest of the day was spent with us just lying around on the beach, basically in a vegetative state, broken by short bouts of swimming. We went to bed a little early that evening, I guess both of us were tired. We woke up late, lying under the sheet, naked. I got Samina breakfast in bed, something she loves, and for a change we had some coffee, Jamaican style. After that, we felt lazy and just lay in bed, when I started fondling and kissing her breasts again, which just had to be my favourite activity. But close behind that was licking and sucking her clitoris, which was what I did next. Soon I had a couple of fingers buried in her vagina as well and she was holding my head against her sex, breathing deeply, moments from bursting into an orgasm.

"Hello, are you in there?" Greg called out, interrupting our actions.
I immediately removed my head from between her thighs and slid up to the pillow as I called out "we're back here. Come in."
Samina hastily pulled the sheet up so that we were covered to the arm pits, but I had left my fingers inside her vagina, even though I could sense she wanted me to remove them. I just kept moving them gently, letting my thumb rub against her clitoris, which was keeping her just below the boiling point and I knew it wouldn't take much to make her burst into the culmination she had been seeking just a few moments ago.
Greg walked in just wearing his swimmers and said, "good morning lazybones. Sorry, it looks like I'm interrupting something, but I thought we were going swimming?"
"We are later, but aren't you going to give Samina a good morning kiss?" I asked him with a twinkle in my eye. I could sense the impact this would have on her if Greg was kissing her and hopefully even fondling her breast while I was still fingering her clitoris and vagina. He knelt down to kiss her and she put her arms around his head, holding him to her as she turned his gentle kiss into a proper one. She was definitely very, very aroused. As she reached up to him, the sheet had virtually fallen off her breasts and I moved it just a little more to make sure both breasts were fully exposed to his view. Samina didn't seem at all perturbed by this, knowing full well that she really wanted him to be able to see and fondle and even kiss her glorious breasts.
Greg didn't seem to need any more encouragement as he moved his hand to fondle and caress her while he kissed her mouth more and more passionately. When their kiss ended, Samina seemed happy enough for him to kiss the breast closest to him, so I decided that seeing she had two breasts she should have a mouth on each. She really seemed turned on by this, bringing a hand behind each of our heads to hold us against her bosom.
I moved my finger inside her vagina even more vigorously, although I was sure that Greg hadn't realized what was happening down there, but he must have wondered why Samina was suddenly experiencing an orgasm even if it was the one that he had interrupted. At this point, after her whimpering and trembling had subsided, I withdrew my fingers from her and moved up to kiss her passionately, before whispering in her ear how much I loved her and how proud I was of her.
When I returned to suckle on her left breast, Greg moved up and took his turn to once again kiss her mouth passionately. We swapped positions several times, alternating from breast to mouth, but sometimes we would both be sucking and fondling our allotted breasts at the same time.
After what seemed ages, but was probably only about twenty minutes or so, I was kissing her mouth once again. Finally Samina decided that she had had enough of Greg’s game, and she grasped Greg's wrist and pulled it gently from her breast while he continued licking and sucking it. She guided it down along her tummy until he got the idea and she let go, bring my hand up to cup her breast again.
She realized that finally, it was Greg who was putting his fingers inside her vagina, and was manipulating her clitoris. I felt and heard her gasp into my mouth as we kissed, but then I put my mouth to her ear, flicked inside with my tongue and blew into it and then told her I loved her and was so proud of her. Once more I moved my mouth to hers and exchanged a long, deep and loving kiss. As our kiss lingered I could feel her excitement growing again, as was mine.
Greg understood what Samina needed. His fingers worked their magic on her all too well. Playing with her clitoris, teasing her vagina, finger fucking her. Soon Samina was moaning in pleasure. I covered her face with kisses before once more told her I loved her, I that she was wonderful, and reminded her again of how proud I was of her.
"Oh god Greg, don't stop. I don't want it to stop or you to stop it, unless you are not enjoying it and you really don't want it to happen" Samina whispered softly to Greg.
"Are you sure? Is this what your really want to happen?" Greg whispered back.
"Yes, but please, I want that more than anything. Do you? Do you want to be inside me? Please.....?" Samina was begging Greg, all the days of frustration finally boiling over. Samina gasped and then hesitated, as she caught her breath. "Greg?"
He looked up at Samina, a devilish smile pasted on his face. "Yes!"
"Please Greg, I want you inside me" she asked oh so softly she was almost whispering, as she reached down to him.
Greg laughed. “I love it when women beg me to fuck them! I have waited all these days just for this moment, and now that its here, the wait was totally worth it!” He quickly moved up so that he was kneeling upright, enabling him to pull his swim shorts that he was wearing right off. A rather large, penis, with a huge, bulbous, purple head popped out. It was not fully hard yet, and dangled between his legs.
As Greg got into position between her legs, Samina took hold of his by now erect penis with her hands, gently fondling it for a moment before guiding it between her vaginal lips. She wrapped her legs around his bottom, pulling him hard into her and she gasped out with pleasure as she felt him slide all the way inside her vagina. She put her arms around him and held him tight as they kissed and then he started pushing hard and fast in and out of her. Clearly he too was very aroused.
Again I moved my mouth to her ear, licking her and then once more whispered "I love you. Thank you for letting me watch darling!”
I could tell that her sex was blossoming and welcoming the large, strange penis inside her. They fucked for quite a while, as Samina shivered in several mini-orgasms. She moved to receive his thrusts and groaned out how good it felt and started begging, "harder, deeper, more, yes please, more oh it feels so good more, more, more, please Greg more. "
On that note I saw as well as heard her explode into orgasm. At the same time, Greg groaned loudly, his buttocks clenching and his legs straightening as he exploded deep inside her, seemingly throbbing his conclusion forever until finally he collapsed on top of her and then withdrew from her. I could only imagine how Greg was feeling. I always enjoyed it immensely when she experienced orgasm while I was inside her, but was an especially a violent one. Not the kind that she had with me. I could just imagine what Greg was feeling and how well her had pleasured my wife, but far from being jealous or mad, I was just proud and happy that my darling had received and given such perfect pleasure. I felt proud of myself too!
Immediately I was able to see the evidence of his pleasure on the mouth of her sex and inside her, as she lay there with her legs still well apart with the entrance to her vagina wide open. I wanted to fuck her right there, but did not. I felt like I would be forcing myself on her, and interfere with her pleasure. So I just took in the sight of her gaping vagina, with Greg's sperm dripping from her. It was truly an erotic sight. I was so turned on by what had happened and what I was now feeling that I almost exploded as I took out my cock and jerked off, but I resisted strongly, and did not ejaculate.
Greg had put his swimmers back on and said he needed to go to the toilet block, and slipped put quietly
I kissed Samina passionately and she returned my kiss with interest, I lay there with her in my arms, as she breathed softly, her eyes closed. She seemed like an angel in paradise, and quietly I let her enjoy that post orgasm glow that was in at that moment.
"Darling it must be physically or mentally impossible for anyone to be happier than I am right now. I love you and am so proud of you. You are a beautiful, wondrous and generous." I told her sincerely.
"Oh my darling, I love you so much too, I really enjoyed what Greg and you just did to me. And I love you for letting me enjoy it without me having to feel any guilt of shame." she smiled at me.
"You have nothing to feel guilty or shameful about. If I could pleasure you the way your lovers have, or the way I saw Greg pleasure you, I would probably be justified in keeping you from other men. But, as things stand, it would be very unfair to you, if I did that! I wish I could explain how much pleasure I get knowing that you are being pleasured properly, like you deserve to be!” I said sincerely.
"Sweetheart it's true, I really enjoyed what Greg did to me. Yes I loved having him inside me. I love the feeling of fullness and being stretched, it makes my insides feel alive! It felt wonderful. Thank you for this special present. I love you!" She told me softly, quietly, almost as if she wanted to make sure that no one else heard her say these words.
"You know,” I said. “I realized on our honeymoon that I could not give you the sort of pleasure you deserve. And I decided then to let you enjoy other men as much as you wanted to. I thought you would be reluctant, but you surprised me.” I said truthfully.
Samina was quiet for a few moments, before finally speaking softly. "What you just said makes me very happy for two reasons. Firstly, yes, even as early as our honeymoon, I was kinda disappointed in sex, and wondered what all the fuss was about, so your willingness to see me with other men was in a way very welcome. Secondly, that we can make this part of our normal lives makes it so much better. And also that fact that you are willing to accept your shortcomings makes my life a lot easier too!”
"I would enjoy talking about it with you some more, when we return home.” I said.
“No Umer, lets not talk about it unnecessarily. That will only complicate matters, lets just take things as they come and see how they evolve. Thus far you trusted my judgement, please continue to do so. I promise you, no matter how many lovers I may have, you are the man I love, you are my husband for life. No one will ever take you place my heart. No one can compare to the mental connection we have.” Samina kissed me as she said that.
“Of course darling, I trust you and am completely comfortable knowing that you feel so strongly about me. I love you more than I had ever thought possible.” I said, as Samina got tears in her eyes.
“Thank you darling.” She whispered softly, as I dried her eyes and hugged her hard.
Just then Greg arrived back at our tent and despite what he had experienced before, called out to us, waiting to be invited back inside, which we naturally did.
Samina kissed me and then got off the bed, putting on her robe, so that she could go for a shower, just as he joined us in the bedroom. I was similarly putting on a pair of shorts so I could go to the facilities too. She knew how much pleasure I would get from what she did next. Without doing up her shirt, leaving her breasts and vagina, clearly visible to him, she went up to Greg, and kissed him, letting him fondle her as she said, forthrightly, "Greg, Umer and I are hoping that you would like a repeat session in bed tonight!"
"Wow, that sounds like an incredible offer!” Greg replied as he continued to fondle her breasts!
“Umer wants to watch me make love again. And I want you inside me again because it made me feel so good!" Samina said honestly.
Listening to her made me so aroused that I was hoping they would do it right away, but she quickly disengaged herself from Greg's arms and said she was going for a shower and then we could all go for a swim. I told her I would keep Greg company until she came back.
"Are you really alright with what Samina proposed?" Greg asked me after she had left for the shower.
"Of course, it was something we both want. I love seeing her enjoy herself with other men. It had been extremely sexy from my point of view" I told him.
"Look, I've got a suggestion for you and Samina to consider. Why don't I help you pack up your tent today and then you can both stay the night with me in my place, but only after I have taken you out for a special dinner to celebrate our time together, seeing that you will be leaving for home tomorrow?" Greg proposed.
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea, but you should discuss it with Samina while I'm having my shower. But don't get the wrong idea about us wanting to end our time together tomorrow. If we meet again I would be very happy, because I know we both really like you, and I would absolutely no problem if you and Samina meet up for sex whenever you felt like” I replied.
Soon Samina was back with the robe wrapped around her as I went to have my shower leaving Greg to talk to her about his suggestion. When I got back five minutes later, Samina had removed her robe, but hadn't got round to putting her other clothes on. She was too busy kissing and being fondled by Greg. I watched until their kiss ended and then she saw me.
"I think Greg's idea is a good one, darling, so after we come back from our swim I suggest we pack up and then tomorrow morning can be a leisurely start to the day. Besides, I think it will be nice staying in a place where I don't have to be as quiet he has sex with me, which I hope he will be doing often!" Samina said with a smile at me, not at all concerned that Greg was still fondling her naked breasts and had a couple of fingers caressing her pussy lips.
But she extricated her self from his attentions, put her bikini on and then a cotton beach shirt over that while I put my board shorts on and got our towels.
"You can drive!" Greg said throwing me the keys and I happily got behind the wheel of his fantastic sports car as Samina equally happily sat on his lap, letting him cuddle, fondle, and kiss her.
We enjoyed the waves at a deserted beach and then lay on our towels for a short sunning session, but only after Greg had ensured that Samina's was well covered by sun screen, especially her breasts that seemed to require an inordinate amount of massaging. By the time he had finished, her nipples were sticking up hard and proud, and she was softly moaning.
Once we got back to the car, Samina dried her self thoroughly after removing her bikini bottom's because there was no one else around and then put her shirt on, just doing up a couple of buttons at her waist. We climbed into the car, me still driving and Samina on Greg's lap, but this time she was sitting facing me instead of the door. Her legs, which were well separated, making her vagina very visible. Greg had managed to get his left arm around her so that his hand was inside her shirt and cupping one breast and his right hand came up to cup her other breast.
"Greg, because I had to leave my wet bottoms off, you better put your hand on my groin to ensure I don't get cold on our way back!" Samina smiled, indicating that she was dying to get attention between her legs.
Greg, quickly moved his right hand down between her legs and I could tell that far from merely cupping her mound. He was caressing her opening, sometimes tweaking and manipulating her clitoris, and would then drive a finger or two he had driven at least two fingers deep inside her. Samina responded quite loudly, letting Greg and I know that she was enjoying herself. That only encouraged him to continue.
It was mid afternoon when we reached Greg's beachfront house. As soon as we had all our things inside the apartment, Samina removed her shirt and lay down on his bed, and she told Greg "you started something in the car a while ago and I think you had better finish it, don't you Umer?"
"Yes, but perhaps I should help Greg seeing that he doesn't seem able to do it by himself!" I replied cheekily.
Soon Greg and I were both kissing and sucking on a breast each and giving her mouth big passionate kisses. It didn't take long before I was down between her legs, kissing and sucking her clitoris while my fingers delved into her vagina. As I was doing this, Samina reached down and grasped Greg's penis, fondling it gently until he was rock hard and then gently pushing me away, guided it between her vaginal lips.
It didn't seem that much later when she first cried out noisily as her whole body shook with pleasure and a few minutes later it was Greg who exploded inside her,
Once again I enjoyed the incredible experience of watching a my wife enjoy an body shaking orgasm, and was Greg pulled out, his was coated with Samina's yellowish-white cream. The feeling I had, was exquisite, one of total inadequacy, coupled with a sense of joy and mental pleasure. In these intense, yet conflicting emotions, I was able to find a kind of joy and pleasure that is almost impossible to explain. I guess the nearest thing one can compare it to is the pleasure one feels from having experienced something unique, and completely right. Like what I had witnessed was just how things were meant to be!
We showered and dressed, Samina putting on the sexy dress that Greg had bought for our dinner dance, and we sat and had a couple of glasses of an excellent champagne that Greg provided. Then it was a taxi ride to a top restaurant in for the best meal that Samina and I had as yet enjoyed on the this trip.
At one stage during the dinner, as Greg went to the bathroom, Samina asked me, "what are you thinking darling?”
"Oh just that things has been better than my wildest dreams. I am so proud of you and the pleasure you have gotten from Greg has been unbelievable. I could never have imagined that you would be so uninhibited, as you are with your lovers. That was truly marvellous sight to behold!”I whispered quietly to her, making sure that, even though there was no one close to our table that no one could hear what we were talking about.



"Tell me something darling, would you like it if I took him in my mouth and then lay on top of him in such a way that you would be looking right between my legs, seeing his penis inside me?" she asked huskily.
"Oh darling I love you so much!" but couldn't say any more because Greg had returned.
"So what am I interrupting?" he asked.
"Nothing much" Samina replied, adding softly "just plotting what dastardly deeds I could do to your naked body later tonight."
"Ooh, I think I might be looking forward to that or should I be worried?" Greg laughed, just as our food arrived.
The meal was as great as Greg had promised as was the accompanying wine. It was a fantastic dining experience.
Soon we were back in his flat and Samina immediately removed her dress showing us that she had worn nothing at all underneath the whole evening, which made me feel even more aroused.
"Are you coming to bed?" she asked Greg, as she sauntered into his bedroom.
Greg undressed and joined Samina in bed, greedily attacking her breasts with his mouth. I just enjoyed the sight of my wife's beautiful breasts being fondled and sucked by another man. It not only made me even more aroused, but made me again feel pride in my wife, and myself.
Soon, Greg was delving between her thighs and was lavishing his attentions on her sex with his hands, he kissed her lips at the same time I could sense Samina was rapidly becoming very aroused and wondered what was going to happen next.
I didn't have long to wait as Samina told Greg, "lay on your back darling, please." She then proceeded to lick the entire length of his penis before taking it into her mouth and sucking it while her hands were busy on his testicles and the base of his penis, stoking his shaft. I could tell he was more than ready as his penis was erect and throbbing, so she didn't wait another moment before lifting her leg across his body so her bottom was on his groin and she was facing me as I sat at the end of the bed, with a clear view of exactly what was happening.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina took hold of Greg's long, thick, erection, which was pointing to the sky and guided it between her glistening vaginal lips.

I watched with fascination as I saw it slowly disappear as she sunk her bottom down until she was sitting on him, letting out a soft sigh as she did so. It never ceased to amaze me just how easily she could take such large penises. Then she lifted and lowered her bottom as I gazed at the incredibly fantastic sight of her open vagina being filled by his erection. Then she lay down, bringing Greg's hands around onto her chest so that he could fondle her breasts, while at the same time she brought her knees up and spread her legs as wide as she could. She knew that I could see right into her sex where his penis was thrusting, now covered by her silky, creamy lubrication. The scent of sex filled the room, and I found it intoxicating.
Watching another mans penis (particularly when it is substantially longer and thicker than your own), fucking your wife has to he the sexiest, most stimulating sight one can ever imagine. I almost exploded without being touched I was so aroused. Samina could see me trembling with excitement and arousal and decided that I had probably had enough watching.
"Come here darling!" She commanded, so I moved toward her head and she took my hand, and held it tight, squeezing it occasionally, as Greg rolled her over onto her side and pounded into her from behind. My head was now only centimetres from their joining and as Samina continued squeezing my hand. My penis was under tremendous pressure, as it was partially erect under my clothes. I struggled to get naked as fast as I could, I did not care that Greg would see me naked. It did not really matter. Soon I my naked erect penis was twitching, as I willed myself not to touch it; I knew even a little touch would cause it to explore. Eventually, just I saw Greg and Samina orgasm, I exploded untouched, as I watched another man squirting his cum into my wifes' vagina. She pulled my head around to hers and kissed me long and hard and then told me how much she loved me before smiling sweetly at me and asking "did you enjoy that my darling?"
I was still trembling with emotion and arousal, unable to believe that I had really been allowed to experience what I had just enjoyed. It was incredible and a memory that would last a lifetime. It took me several moments before I could tell her just how much I had enjoyed it and how good it had been and how much I loved her.
Greg, meanwhile, had withdrawn from her and left the room to get a bottle of champagne, but mainly, I think, to give us a moment alone. She fondled my semi-hard penis for a moment and proving just how aroused I was, it grew rapidly under her ministrations, and exploded yet again.
Greg returned, and the three of us sat naked at the head of the bed enjoying the wonderful champagne he had got. He had his arm around Samina lazily cupping a breast and she had her free hand resting on his limp penis, just gentle holding it. Even in its soft state, more of it was sticking out of her grip than mine would when fully hard. I smiled at her when she turned to me and said to her, "you two look great like that."
This just made her happier, knowing that I was getting so much pleasure from watching her with him. We talked a little as we slowly finished the bottle, had periods of lovely reflective quiet, but all the while Greg fondled Samina, occasionally putting his glass down so he could finger her pussy, which she left conveniently available by spreading her legs wide apart. Gradually I noticed her hand movements on his penis were increasing and his erection was growing. Samina passed me her glass and bent down to take his penis into her mouth, sucking gently for ages until he was throbbing, clearly getting closer and closer to his climax.
"Would you like to finish in my mouth darling or would you prefer to be inside me?" she asked him gently.
"Mmmh, do you mind continuing what you are doing, it feels so good?" he gasped and she just increased her movements, both of hand and mouth, taking more and more of his penis into her mouth until the head must have been inside her throat. One hand continued gently fondling and teasing his testicles and then, as I could see him arch his back and thrust up into her, she drove a finger right into his anus, making him cry out with pleasure and pain and then he ejaculated deep into her throat. She fought her natural reaction to gag, managing to swallow most of what he delivered deep into her throat, before licking and kissing the end of his penis and then giving him a passionate kiss.
"Your turn!" She said simply to me as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart.
I quickly got between her legs and kissed here, while masturbating her with my hand. I really wanted to eat her, but the fact that Greg had shot an enormous load in her, just a little while earlier, held me back. Although, I am certain she really wanted to be licked by me. I continued to finder until she too exploded into orgasm. I loved looking at her like that, wide open and available, exposing herself wantonly, but that only made me desire her even more.
As Greg moved from between her legs, I rolled her over so that I see enter her vagina from behind, bringing one hand down to finger her clitoris. Greg, I was pleased to see, took advantage of her naked and available breasts, holding, fondling, caressing and squeezing one while sucking and biting the other. She cried out with pain as Greg bit her, but simply held his head to her breast telling him to do it again as I fingered away, loving the feeling of her velvety cream, mixed with Greg's cum, run down down my fingers. My hand worked furiously on her clitoris and was soon rewarded. The attentions of hand on her pussy, and Greg's mouth and hand on her breasts made her cry out noisily as she experienced another explosive, physical orgasm.
That was the night for us, the three of us fell asleep, with Samina in the middle, even though it was a little cramped. Samina's hands were holding Greg against her bosom.
When I woke up the next morning I saw Samina's hand stroking Greg's face as he was sucking on her breast. She was murmuring softly "yes that's nice, dear, suck me harder; take all of my breast into your mouth, please. Oh it feels so good."
I think she must have sensed that I was awake and watching as she got sexier and more demanding, not to mention louder, telling Greg how much she wanted him inside her as soon as he had finished enjoying her breasts.
Greg had one hand down between her legs ensuring that she was well and truly ready to receive his penis as soon as he finished sucking her. As his mouth left her breast, he must have bitten her nipple as I heard her yelp with pain, but she just rolled over to face me and helped Greg put his penis into her vagina from behind.
"Hello darling, are you enjoying watching?" she asked as she leaned forward and kissed me gently.
"Yes of course I am. Are you enjoying Greg making love to you?" I replied.
"Definitely, he feels wonderful inside me. I really like it. I wish we had another week here so he could make love to me at least several times every day!" she said, making sure that I was well and truly aroused from what she was saying.
Clearly it had an effect on Greg too, as I could see him getting very aroused and soon he was pounding into her. She lifted her top leg over his legs, opening up her pussy, and letting me see his erection as it thrust vigorously into her.
He had put his arms around her so that his hands were on both breasts and I could see them being squeezed and the nipple tweaked and pulled as he got rougher and rougher with her but, with her face almost touching mine, she just begged him for more, crying out how good it felt and begging him to do it harder. She told him to hurt her and hit her. He pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back so that he could enter her from the front then he rolled her over so that she was on top, but he held her hard against him with one hand and then brought the other hand down with a stinging smack on her bottom.
She kissed him and then told him to hit her again, but harder, so he did, smacking her so hard it made a big noise and I could see the red marks left behind on her lovely bottom. "More, hit me more, harder, please harder" she begged as she looked straight at me and added " oh Greg your penis feels so good inside me I love it and want more, oh its so deeeepppp,...... pleaseeeeee and hit me again as hard as you can, pleaseeee."
I saw her lovely face grimace with pain as he struck her harder and harder and tears started to run down her face as she turned back to him and kissed him, telling him how much she wanted him inside her and he rolled her back over onto her sore bottom and with just a few more hard strokes into her, exploded with a very noisy cry of exaltation.
"I'm sorry, dear, I shouldn't have hit you so hard, but that was a fantastic experience. Did you actually enjoy it?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes I did you are a wonderful lover and I hope you are able to make love to me one more time before we have to go. What you just did to me was delicious and I love the way you fuck me Greg! You are an amazing lover." she told him. As he withdrew from her, she turned to me and said, “he really does know how to take a woman, you could learn a lot from him sweetie!”
I was flabbergasted at what I had just watched, incredibly aroused at what she had done and said. Samina smiled at me, and blew me a kiss. We kissed deeply as Greg left the room to go to the bathroom.
"Did you enjoy watching me?" she asked when we were alone, "you don't think I went too far with him?"
"I can't believe you did that and let him hit you like that. Did you really enjoy it?" I asked still amazed at what she had done.
"I must admit it hurt more than I wanted it too, but that's my fault. I was trying to really get you aroused, and it worked, but I don't think its the kind of thing I would like to do often." Samina said dreamily.
"More than I should admit. I was amazed at how sexy it was to hear you talk to him like that and I feel jealous just highly aroused! When you told me that I could take lessons from him.... it was like a slap to the face, but ......" I said
"But.... it's also the truth darling. And you know there really is no reason for you to be jealous, because you are the one I love. Yes I really enjoyed Greg making fucking me, far more than I ever thought possible, but I don't love him, like I love you! You know that don't you?" she asked, just a tiny bit concerned.
"Of course I do, Samina. And really enjoyed listening to you. It sure did get me turned on. Are you sure you want Greg to make love to you again before we go?” I checked.
"Yes I do actually. Would you mind if he does. I'd like to have him inside me for one more time before we leave, but this time.....” Samina suddenly stopped talking, and kissed me.
"But what darling?” I asked.
“I hope you won't mind, I know how much you love watching, but I want to be alone with him!” Samina said softly, almost like she was imploring me.
“Why?” I asked, a little disappointed that she would not want me there, although I did kind of understand. “Of course, I just love watching and I guess it will be my last opportunity to see you with Greg." I made a rather lame attempt to get her to change her mind.
"I know darling, but really if you want the truth, I prefer you not be there, I feel inhibited when you are there." She asked softly and gently.
"Inhibited?” I was shocked she would say something like that. “No way!”
“Trust me, despite all that you have seen, that was not me being complete inhibited. I would love to be that way just once with Greg, I think he deserves it, and I really want it too. Please sweetie.” Samina said, her tone indicating that she really would not compromise on this matter, so I gave in.
"Well I guess I could go the washroom, and leave you two alone.” I said, trying to keep the dejection out of my voice.
“Thanks Umer, believe me I really want this, and I know you want the best for me.” She said, and I nodded. “Of course, there is no reason why you can't quietly stand outside the door and listen to us do it.” Samina smiled at me encouragingly, and I smiled back.
Greg returned a few moment later, and I made my excuse of having to go the washroom, closing the bedroom door behind me, as I left. A few seconds later, I heard a distinct click of the door being locked, and Samina's muffled laughter coming at me. And then total silence.
It continued that way for a few minutes, I could hear the grandfather clock in the living room ticking. When suddenly a loud “Oh gawwwwddd I love you huge cockkkkkk Greg!” nearly made me jump out of my skin.
“Say it bitch! Say it!” Greg was loud too.
“I love your cock. Oh gawwwwdddddd, fuckkkkk meeeee. Fill meee uppppp.” Samina screamed again.
They were really going at it. I could heard the bed springs creaking. My own penis was rock hard once again. Truly Samina was being far more vocal than she had been with me watching. Their fucking went on for a good while, they were loud, and shameless. Samina's voice carried a tone that told me she was totally lost to pleasure. And then suddenly, Samina let out a loud wail, and begged Greg to fill her up, which he did, accompanying his own orgasm with a loud guttural “aaaahhhhh!”
I was stunned. I realized that my wife had a sexually insatiable appetite. I was humiliated and aroused at the same time. “Why would Samina ever want to have sex with me?” I kept asking myself.
I did not know what to do, so waited for Samina or Greg to come out. Neither one of them did, but I did hear them engage in a loud bout again, this time Samina openly screaming out her preference for big cock. “I...I....love big coooooocccckkkk!” She screamed breathlessly, as she orgasmed again. All I heard Greg say was, “ohhhh yeaahhhh baby!” That was the moment I think when I became a true cuckold. Although I did not know it at the time, from then on the path was inexorably set, and I was on my way.
Eventually, I had to interrupt them. So I quietly opened the door and went in. The room smelled of sex. And it was a erotic. Both Samina, and Greg were asleep. Greg on his back, Samina on her side, with one arm across Greg's chest, and the other holding his soft penis. They were snoring softly.
I walked over to Samina, and kisser her on the cheek. “Time to wake up darling, we have a flight to catch. We need to get to the airport in an hour.”
Samina slowly opened her eyes, and stretched luxuriously, taking a soft yawn, that woke up Greg as well. I don't know why, but I apologized for interrupting them. They both laughed at that, and said it was OK, as Samina got up and went to the washroom to shower, leaving me alone with Greg.
“That is one special lady you have Umer.” Greg said, his eyes closed.
“Yes, I know.” I agreed.
“And I have to its awfully big of you to share her like this. She is a very lucky woman in that.” Greg said.
“Thanks Greg, I want her to be happy and satisfied all the time.” I said.
“Yes, she told me that and trust me she really appreciates you letting her be free. Look not all men can satisfy a woman like Samina. You hare lucky that you have realized that fact and are not fighting that. I hope you can continue that way.” Greg was awake now.
“I will try to Greg.” I said walking out of the room to join my wife, who had finished her bath and was towelling off in the guest room.
A little while later, Greg drove us to the airport and we were on our way home. What a holiday this turned out to be. Not only was it relaxing, it was also a defining moment for us. And for me personally, it helped solidify, what had been transient, and often nebulous thoughts. Still the process of becoming a true cuckold is not a simple, straight forward one. Like anything else in life, it take time to fully gel, and come to fruition. I had embarked on the journey, but the end point was still quite a ways away.
Almost immediately after we reached home, life caught up with us. Alas, life is not all about sex and fun. We were swamped with things to do. Firstly we had to find a new place to live as our current lease was expiring in less than 6 weeks, and our landlord had informed us that he did not wish to renew it. So off we went looking for a new place. Not being sure that we would live in the city long term, we decided to rent rather than buy. In that time Samina and I had very little time to get intimate, and there was no question of her being with another man.
Eventually, after nearly 3 weeks of searching, and looking at dozens of possibilities, we finally found something we could both agree was perfect for us. A lovely, 3 bedroom townhouse, one of 12 in a new development. The townhouses were arranged around a square, and shared a common swimming pool, and garden. Each house was allotted an area within the common garden.
Samina and I were not much into gardening, but as luck would have it, most of new neighbors were, so we thought it would be a good way to make friends in the community. To our surprise we discovered that we actually enjoyed gardening and took it up as a hobby. In fact we spent several hours a week looking after our part of the garden.
"I went to the garden today, dear," Samina revealed to me, as we sat at our dinner table. Samina sat opposite me.
"Have the rabbits got to the vegetables yet?" I joked, earlier when we had planted some carrots, the entire crop was destroyed by rabbits, so from then we stuck to flowers only.
"No not yet the small fence you put up has kept them at bay for the time being. They've devastated several other plots though." Samina went on as she ate, "I was weeding the flowed bed, when Derrick came over to me and made some very suggestive remarks.”
"What did he say?" I asked curiously. I'd seen Derick eye up Samina on several occasions while they worked in the garden.
"Well, he's been chatting me up for the past six weeks or more. Today, though he came on really strong and invited me into his shed where he wants to show me his special tool!"
I chuckled. "You sure he's not just playing around with you, I mean 'special tool' it's a bit corny."
Samina smiled as well. "Yeah I know. It's just that he came on really strong and wouldn't let it rest. He just kept coming back over to me on any pretext and asked over and over again."
"If he's pestering you I'll speak to him if you want?" I said. You would think that Samina would be keen to hook up with a guy who obviously so into her, but Derrick was not what you would call anything like Samina's previous lovers.
"No, I don't you need too. He is just a little lonely I guess, and I don't feel threatened by him. In fact it's sort of flattering. Besides I do kind of like him. If only he wasn't so much older than me." Samina said wistfully.
I continued to eat his meal and pondered on what Samina said. Derick was an old geezer. He lived along, and worked his plot to give himself something to do in his retirement. Samina and I got the plot next to Derick's and I guess he must have thought his luck had changed with a young good-looking woman next door.
"What are you going to do the next time he approaches you?" I asked
"Don't know, laugh it off like I've done up till now," Samina said also finishing her meal, "It's obvious what sort of tool he wants to show me."
"Is it?" I asked with wry smile.
"What do you mean by that?" Samina snickered.
"Well, he's got an above average cock." I said nonchalantly
Samina looked surprised. "How on earth do you know that?"
"The other week I noticed Derick was taking a piss beside his garden, and saw it. It definitely large.."

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"Well, as far as I am concerned its going to stay in his trousers. He must be at least 40 years older than me." Samina said indignantly, almost like she was trying to convince herself that she could not possibly fuck a man that much older than her.

"So what?"
"Look I know you don't mind me sleeping with other men, but I prefer to be with someone closer to our ages, not someone old enough to be my granddad!" Samina snorted, sipping her red wine.
"Okay, as always, it's your call. You don't have to do anything until you're comfortable with it and not before!" I said.
"I'm flattered that he finds me attractive enough to flirt with me but that's as far as it's going to go." Samina said, but her tone was not quite as convincing.
A couple of week later, I came home from work early for a change, and found Samina sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
"Hi sweetie how've you been?" I asked putting down my laptop case, and taking off my jacket. "You been to the garden today?"
"I'm fine, it's been a lovely day," she replied, and got me a cup of coffee. "As a matter of fact, I go to the garden this morning."
"I'll get changed and then lets go out for dinner OK?" It had been a tough couple of weeks, our manufacturing facility had just set up a couple of new units and there were all sorts of teething pains that kept cropping up. I had been spending long hours at work, on call, to resolve any issues that might arise, and boy there were issues galore.
"That's a great idea Umer." Samina said, as went to take a shower.
At the restaurant, we asked for a quiet corner and were given a private booth.
“Derrick's back!” Samina said suddenly, as the waitress taking out order walked away.
"Is he now?" I said, sipping my scotch. Derrick had apparently vanished without a trace for several days, and we wondered what had happened to him.
"Huh huh," Samina smiled at me. "I asked him where he'd been, he said he'd been in hospital for an operation on his back and he's okay now."
"Oh really? I hope he it was nothing too serious?" I asked concerned.
"Apparently, but he was more interested in knowing if I'd made up my mind to see his special tool." Samina said looking over the desert menu.
"I see, and what did you say?"
"Nothing really, I just said don't be silly and laughed it off telling him that I had my own special tool."
"That was nice what did he say to that?" I laughed, although I knew that compared to Derrick's 'tool', mine could only be considered 'special' in a very negative way.
"Nothing, all the time I was there though he wouldn't leave me alone. He was becoming very persistent so I came home." Samina sighed.
"Look, I don't mind having a few words with him if he's becoming a pest," I suggested seriously.
"No, it'll be okay I'm sure he'll get the message one day."
"Hmm, maybe you should call his bluff?" I joked.
"What go along with his suggestion?" Samina looked at me.
"I wouldn't be surprised to learn if you agreed to see his special tool he'd run the other way. Men are sometimes like that all mouth and no back bone." I explained. I was sure that Derrick was not such a man, and that once Samina saw his 'tool', all her reservations regarding his age would quickly vanish.
"But what if he doesn't – it's a bit of a risk isn't it?" Samina bit her lip, clearly thinking about it, but not wanting to admit it.
"Maybe, if it starts to get out of hand then just walk away." I said simply.
"That could be easier said than done," Samina said softly, her face showing her interest, but her voice trying not ti.
"Look it's probably a load of banter or flirtation so don't worry too much about it." I said, “he seems like a lovable, harmless sort. I don't think he will hurt you.”
Samina looked at me and nodded; then she gave me a weak smile and went back to having her red wine.
The next Saturday, was a warm, sunny day, and Samina was wearing a pair of rather shorts, and tight shorts, with a loose fitting t-short, and no bra. She doesn't really need to wear a bra, as she has been blessed with very firm and perfectly shaped breasts.
When we reached the garden, I noticed Derick was putting his tools away and preparing to go home. As soon as he spotted Samina he came over with a spade in his hand. As they passed him, man to get to our plot the lecher didn't take his eyes off Samina. I could see his eyes moving from her tits to her crotch and back again as he couldn't decide what to look at first, her jiggling breasts, or the tightness of her shorts.
"How you doing Derick?" I asked as he came up to me.
"Yeah, quite good really," Derick replied.
"I expect the rest you got in Hospital made a lot of difference?"
"Did me the world of good, I'm raring to go now, girding up me loins as they say." He laughed.
"So you're raring to go are you; real horny like?" I laughed too.
"Sure am, I I'm hornier now than I've ever been." He joked.
"You need to find yourself a woman to satisfy that horniness?" I replied.
Derick gave wry smile. "Well I'm working on that at the moment," he said as he unashamedly looked at Samina.
I watched him and realized that he really was after my wife. I could see the lust in his eyes as he watched Samina's ass, while she bent over putting some tools on the ground.
"Well I suppose I'd better get on," I said bringing Derick's mind back to reality.
"You've got a fine woman there, Umer!" Derrick waved at me.
"Thanks, Derick I know, she's a real stunner."
"That's for sure," Derick agreed still watching Samina.
"So who's this woman you're working on then?" I asked, .
"Oh, she's a stunner as well, but she's so far refused to play." Derrick sounded disappointed, but not too much.
"Why's that? a strapping mature man like your self shouldn't have difficulties in getting a good woman." I laughed.
Yeah right!" he replied flippantly. "Woman of my age are only after someone to sit and watch TV with and reminisce. The young ones only want you for your money and the ones in-between don't even look at you; they're either too busy looking after the kids or are so neurotic about keeping up with the fashion that they don't even have the inclination to even look at an old codger like me."
"There's plenty of fish out there, Derick you just haven't found it yet." I tried to console the friend, feeling almost certain that he would soon be enjoy Samina's charms.
"Hmm," he replied as he looked at me, then back at Samina. She was still sorting out the tools we'd bought with us.
"Well I've got work to do, see you later." Derick grunted, as he walked away.
I joined Samina and we set about the tasks in hand. I kept an eye on Derick as time ticked away and he was doing very little with the spade in his hand. I could see that the old man was openly staring at Samina and when she bent that bit further to pull out a stubborn weed, her top fell forward revealing a lot of her breasts. Derick's eyes would nearly pop out of their sockets.
I then glanced over at Derick's flowers, and called to him, "Hey, Derick your flowers, look a bit droopy don't they need a drink?"
The old man looked at his plants and called back, "you're right, I I'd better go down to the standpipe and get some water."
Without further ado, he picked up two watering cans and headed for the standpipe at the southern end of the garden
"Samina how about I leave you alone to see what happens?" I suggested.
"I don't know, I I'm not sure I want anything to happen. He is really not my type." Samina was still trying to convince herself that Derrick was not a suitable lover for her.
I ignored her hesitancy. “OK, as you wish darling." I went back to my gardening duties.
"Honestly, I don't know....I mean he is nice..... and not bad looking.... but even so...." Samina thought out loud. I kept quiet. “OK well maybe just this once, and only to see how Derrick will behave, OK I think maybe you should go away.” Samina said,
"Come on, make up your mind quickly, he'll be back soon!" I pointed out.
Samina looked at me, confusion written all over her face. I kept looking down the garden area for Derick and then back at Samina. She were silent and needed few moments to think it over some more.
"He's coming, do you want me to leave?" I said looking at Samina.
Samina just nodded her head to indicate a positive, and went back to weeding.
Derick was back and watering his plants. After allowing a couple of minutes to pass I spoke in a voice loud enough for Derick to hear, "I've got to pop home, sweetheart forgot a couple of things."
I left the plot and walked towards our house. I saw the old man watch me walk away. The kitchen window blinds were lowered, and I was able to peek through them, without being seen from outside. I felt a familiar twitch in my crotch, as I knew that I was now just seconds away from watching Samina take up Derick's offer of seeing his 'special tool'.
I saw Derrick walk over to Samina, and my anticipation built, when suddenly the front door bell rang. I ignored it, but it rang again, and then a voice called out, "Hello there, are you home?”
I spun round thinking he'd been discovered. But no one where in the kitchen, still, I knew that the voice belonged to our neighbor Jack Chapman whom we hadn't seen for quite a while. So reluctantly I walked up and let him in.
"Hi, Jack." I said cheerfully.
"Where you been lately young man?" Jack said happily. He was an old man who lived alone, and loved to complain how little time his own children spent with him.
"No where just work and that. You know how it is." I said, hoping he would hurry along an leave.
"You know that Birch Sap wine I was brewing?" Jack whispered as if it were a state secret.
"Yeah," I replied wanting more than anything to get back to the kitchen and watch Samina and Derrick.
"Well it's ready for tasting, thought you'd like to be the first." He offered with a sly smile.
"Couldn't it wait ? I am rather busy right now." I said lamely, knowing full well that Jack never took no for an answer.
"Come on, come over to my place. I've got a couple of glasses already for us." Jack nudged me.
"But . . ." I spoke up and then went quiet, it was no use to argue.
"No buts, now lad lets get drinking."
I reluctantly followed Jack to his house next door. Jack had always been nice to us, so I thought he'd just try his wine and then get the hell out of there. Jack, at eighty-four could be extremely persuasive and knowledgeable. Yet after ten minutes or so can be completely boring, as his only topics of conversation being home brewing and carrots.
Jack passed the glass of wine to me. "This is me Birch Sap wine; it'll warm the of your heart!," he said with huge grin, obviously proud of his brew.
I had tasted Jack's wine in the past and had to show I liked it, even when it was total crap. On this occasion, the liquor went down just as Jack said it would with a mild explosion of warmth when it hit bottom.
"Hey, Jack now that's not bad. Hmm that was nice do you mind if I just pop over and see Samina to let her know where I am?"
"Sure, go ahead I'll have another glass ready when you get back." Jack smiled happily.
"That'll be good, Jack why don't you save me a couple of bottles and I'll take them home with me."
"You mean that, son you're not just saying that are you'?" Happiness was written all over his face.
"No, no course not, Jack you bring me a couple of bottles and I'll pick them up tomorrow night."
"Alright then tomorrow night," Jack agreed happily
"Well I've got to see Samina I'm already late." I started to walk away/
"Thanks Umer . . .?" Jack's voice was soft and wanting.
I turned. “What for Jack?"
"Thanks for giving me the time of day. You Asians really do know how show respect to your elders, and I appreciate that. I wish my own kids were half as caring of me as you are." Jack said sincerely. He was constantly unhappy that his three children paid him so few visits.
I smiled and quickly left. In double quick time, I rushed back to the house and headed straight for the kitchen, my cock throbbing in anticipation. But, when I got the window,I couldn't see either of them. In fact the entire garden area was empty. Finally, I saw Derrick's back door open, and Samina emerged looking flushed indeed. I went outside to to join her.
Derick stepped out with Samina, but he saw me coming towards them, he quickly stepped back in, but not before I noticed he was still doing up his trousers. Anticipation ran through me, as I wondered what might have been up to.
Derick called after Samina, "If you want me to show you anything else, Samina then don't hesitate to ask."
In silence Samina and I walked back to our garden and I returned to digging, and Samina was once again weeding. I desperately wanted to known what happened, but knew better than to ask. Samina would tell me everything in her own time. At that moment, I felt that she needed time to recover from her encounter with Derrick.
Soon Derrick too was back at work on his garden, trying to avoid looking our way. But I occasionally did see him glance at Samina and smile.
After finishing up, we walked back to our house. As we passed Derrick, he quickly put his tools away and look up. I watched him as he looked over at Samina. I saw the lust in his eyes and a smug smile of satisfaction on his face.
"What happened?" I asked finally, unable to wait patiently for her tell me herself.
Samina's reply was brief and to the point. "He had me!"
I expected her to go on, but she went quiet.
I looked up to find Derick had gone. My emotions were full of confusion as I tried to to digest the knowledge that the owner of the plot next to ours, a sixty seven year old man, had fucked my beautiful, young wife just a few minutes ago. My cock was semi-erect and my heart was beating hard not from rage or jealousy but from lust and arousal. Just knowing that my wife had been well fucked was enough to get me aroused, both physically and mentally. And for some reason knowing that he he done things to her, that I could never do, was demeaning, and arousing at the same time. I looked at Samina, and there was still a slight reddish flush to her face, but clearly she was well satisfied.
I kept my patience and did not say anything about Samina's encounter with Derrick. Once home and sitting at the kitchen table, Samina made a pitcher of lemonade and sat down .
“So, you want to hear about it?” She looked at me and laughed.
"Can I take a shower first? I can feel his spunk in my panties!" She said knowing Derick's spunk had soaked into her panties. “You know I feel dirty and used, and I love it. I am so glad I decided to give Derrick a chance!”
"No I want to know what happened, first?” I said eagerly.
"Didn't you see anything?" She asked. “I thought you would be looking out the window.”
"No, I couldn't.” I said. “Jack Chapman stopped by and he got me to try some of his homemade wine. By the time I got out of there, you and Derrick had already gone inside, and I only saw you come out, and I could tell something had happened by the way you walked and the flushed look on your face." I smiled at Samina.
Samina laughed. “That's all you saw?”
"What more could I have seen, other than to see you go into Derrick's house?” I said. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"
"Okay, if for no other reason than to get you to stop pestering me, Umer! Really!” Samina laughed again, teasing me. “So here is how it went...after you left..” Samina then described what happened. The italic font below is Samina's description of what happened.
"You decided on seeing my special tool, Samina?" Derick quietly called over to me.
“That cheeky bastard!” I said. “He is incorrigible!”
“Do you want to hear what happened, or pass comments? The story will be better if you don't interrupt!” Samina chided me.
“Ooops, sorry darling, I promise to be quiet from now. Go on.” I said smiling.
"I don't think so, Derick. You shouldn't keep asking me – it's not right. I'm a married woman and have my own special tool!" Samina laughed at Derrick.
"Come on, Samina I want to show it to you." Derrick pleaded.
"And if I do will you behave?" Samina said.
"Um, yea sure," he replied. He looked sort of surprised that she agreed to do it.
Samina looked around to make sure no one was watching us, and then said, "okay, let's go and see your 'special tool'."

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They went into Derick's house, with him following. Samina's heart beat hard in her chest. She'd noticed Derick's surprised look when she agreed to do this, and thought maybe she was right after all, to go for it. They entered the house, and Samina found it a mass of clutter. A small, dirty couch stood under a window, that was so grubby you could hardly see out of it. She wondered how I was going to see anything through it. Derick turned to face her, and she was surprised to see his fly was open, and his fully erect his cock was out of it.

"How about this for a special tool?" He grinned revealing yellow teeth that a dentist hadn't seen for years. Samina just stared at it, mostly in disbelief. It was definitely long and thick. She could not believe how an old man like Derrick could so hard. It was as if she was holding a warm steel rod.
Derick reached over, closed and locked the door. He then took Samina's hand and pressed it against his rock hard cock. Her fingers automatically curled round his stiffness and she found myself playing with it. At the same time, she became aware that Derick was undoing her shorts.
"Do like the feel of my special tool, Samina?" Derick asked, his voice full of lust, and nodded her agreement.
Samina felt her shorts fall down her legs revealing her black thong panties to the old man who was now plunging his hand straight down the front of them, "open up for Granddad, Samina!" he urged.
In a whirl of excitement, Samina opened her legs and her reward was the pleasant movements of his fingers rubbing her vagina. The feelings coming from between her legs were growing fast and she gasped at the intensity of it of it all.
"Take your top off, Samina," Derrick ordered.
Again, without a second thought she obeyed the old man and lifted off her top exposing her breasts, to the old man's gaze.
Derick gasped. "You have lovely tits, better than I thought they'd be," he said drooling. And then started mauling them, squeezing her young flesh and pinching the nipples. He leaned forward and started sucking on each in turn. Samina gasped at the pleasure this old man was giving her.
While she pulled on his cock, Derick released a nipple from his mouth with loud smacking sound, "hasn't your old man got a special tool like mine?"
"No, he does not," she gasped at the sensation from her breast."It' not anywhere near as big as yours," Samina replied without thinking.
Derick chuckled, and Samina felt a momentary pang of regret at her admission to Derrick of my small sized cock. But it passed quickly.
"My cock can reach places hubby's never been," he said taking a nipple back into his mouth nibbled on it.
Again, Samina gasped with a gentle moan escaping from her lips. She did not tell him that while he was certainly long enough, his cock's width was still less than that of Raj's. Still Samina knew that Derrick's big dick would be a source of tremendous pleasure for her.
His hand was still in her panties working on her clitoris, "I've dying to get in your panties, for weeks!"
A grunt escaped Samina's lips as her excitement grew; she knew that if he kept this assault on her clitoris she would come off on his finger. She found herself pushing down on his hand as her orgasm grew.
Derick leaned forward and sucked on Samina's neck, squashing her tits with his chest, "I've dreamt of this day for months and I'm now going to fuck you Samina and spunk you deep."
Samina suddenly thought of me, and wondered if I was watching. Her lust very quickly quashed these thoughts. All she cared about was that he here she was standing in a another man's home, a man old enough to be her grandfather with his hand in her panties pleasuring her, while she pulled on his cock. Her lust was driving on caused by the movements of his fingers along her pussy lips.. She was forcing her cunt down onto his hand and she was panting from the pleasure of it.
"Are you ready, Samina? You ready to be fucked?"
In a moment of extreme sexual excitement, her orgasm on the verge of completion Samina groaned loudly, " I'm readyyyyy! Do it!"
She really was on heat with his gorgeous fingers in her panties and the excitement of being practically naked with Derrick, made her mad with lust; a feeling she regretted not being able to enjoy men. Her brain had successfully compartmentalized love and lust. She was in love with me, but not in lust. Lust was what she felt when she was with a big-cocked man.
Derick spun her round to face the grubby window, "Brace yourself, – against the bench," he ordered.
Samina complied while he dropped his trousers and moved up close behind her. She felt his knees slide down between her legs as he stooped; his fingers pulled her panties to one side and she felt him sliding up into her wet cunt. Soon he her slipped easily into her deep. She felt him stretch her out, a feeling she loved intensely
"Oh lord he's in me! I love it so!" she thought as Derick straightened his body driving his cock deeper inside of her. "God, he's right up me!" She thought, "So deep!" And she braced herself as he began to fuck her with slow, long, deep, deliberate strokes.
Derick's hands came and grabbed her naked breasts, and pulled back on them using them for leverage, he licked the back of her neck, sending shivers ripple down her back. Samina was in heaven.
She gasped, and cried out, "Oh God!" Her body convulsed in orgasm her climax swarming over her body.
"That's it Samina, come on my cock, you love it don't you?" Derick spoke, his voice panting in her ear as he continued to fuck her, but was now varying his strokes, sometimes hard and deep, other times slow and shallow. "You like it up you don't you, Samina?" Derick gasped in his own lust. “ I can feel your cunt muscles throb and tighten around my cock, it feels so nice and tight! Oh how I have dreamed of this moment. The wait was worth it! Your cunt is so creamy and slick!” He said as he rammed into her with all his strength, making her cry out in pleasure.
As he lunged into her, Samina felt herself pushing back onto his cock.
"Did you like coming on my cock, Samina?"
"Huh, huh," she whispered sheepishly. She could feel another orgasm growing, nurturing within her cunt.
"Good girl, now I'm going to spunk in you!" Derick grunted and leaned back slightly forcing cock up into her cunt.
Samina cried out, "Ahhhhhh!" She felt the old man's cock slip completely into her as he pounded hard. "Ahhhhhh!" The very thought of being penetrated so deeply brought on another orgasm. Her body went rigid as the orgasm exploded in her; then convulsed in time with the intense pleasure throbbing in her cunt.
Derick made short sharp thrusts into her body, his cock so deep into her womb that Samina could hardly believe. Then he seemed to heave once pull back a fraction then heaves again. Again she felt her womb stretch to accommodate him – then she felt his cock expand then throb.
A guttural cry exploded from her throat as she felt the old man's cock spurt its first shot of hot sperm into her. "Ah, oh yes I can feel youuu!" Samina pushed back against him; she felt his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his cock while it was pulsating, gushing spunk into her.
Samina slumped forward onto the bench, she felt him soften. She was breathing as though she'd run the marathon. Derrick's cock slipped from her cunt with a plop, and she stood up and turned to face her latest love, as she tried to smile at him, her face flush and sweaty.
Derick picked up her shorts and handed them to her, "You'd better get decent before hubby gets back, we don't want him to suspect anything do we?"
Samina was in a daze. Nevertheless, managed to smile at him and then pull her panties back into place over her swollen labia. She took her shorts, stepped into them, and made herself look respectable. Then, without saying a word she moved to the door unlocked it then opened it.
"Can we do it again, soon?" Derick asked as he tucked his cock into his underwear.
Still in a sexual haze, she looked sheepishly over her shoulder. Samina could still feel her cunt pulsating from the fucking she'd just received. "I'll think about it," she replied. "I'll let you know soon, I promise." It was all she could think of to say as she felt her panties fill with the old man's cum. She was not sure if she liked the idea of a neighbor being a lover, it seemed a little to risky. It was one thing to be with other men, but with a neighbor, there was always a risk that people in the community would find out and that was something she was not too comfortable with.
"Okay,” Derrick laughed, “but can you tell me though, did I . . . did I fuck you good or what?" He laughed again.
Samina suddenly thought of me, and wondered if I had heard her crying out in orgasmic bliss while the old man had taken her, fucked her deeper than I ever could. Moreover, leaking from her cunt was his sperm where she could still sense the old man's throbbing cock up in side of her. The feeling was exquisite. Samina looked at the half open door, "Yes, you spanked me good," she replied and walked out of the shed to see me walking along the path towards her.
Samina looked at me from across the table. "That's what happened."
"You sound as though you enjoyed it?" I said with a genuine smile.
"I never thought it would be like it was," Samina revealed, "its ironic really."
"How so?"
"The fact that an old man thirty years my senior had taken me and given me so much pleasure. I could not believe how big and hard he was."
"You enjoyed it them?" I asked again.
With a wry smile Samina replied, "yes."
"And are you going to allow him to do you again?"
Samina hesitated. Her panties felt soaked through from the old man's spunk she could feel it against her sex and thighs. "I don't know, it is a little risky, with him being a neighbor, we don't want people around her her thinking I am a whore. Although, Derick did ask me if he could see me again but I said I'd let him know."
"Samina I'm so turned on, look," I pulled my cock out. "I really do need some release."
"Darling I'm so sorry." She said as she got up and came over to me and held my cock in her hand.
"No, sweetie ride me, please lets fuck," I gasped and implored her.
She gave him a strange look, "Are you sure you want to do that, I mean, I haven't washed my self, and I am pretty sure I will feel loose to you for the moment." She looked again at my cock and snickered. “So small and cute, it looks so harmless.”
"Samina, please do it." My cock was twitching and throbbing, as Samina giggled.
Finally, Samina dropped her shorts and panties, and stepped out of them. I saw the wetness around her thighs. Her trimmed pubic hair was matted with Derrick's sperm. Looking down, as she straddled my lap, I saw sperm dangling from her cunt and then ,y cock was sliding into he. With a groan, I felt Samina's slick cunt glide over my cock as she started to ride me. She was right, she felt quite loose.
"Do you know what turns me on so much?" I said looking up at her.
"No, what?" Samina asked. In one of bedtime conversations later, she told me that she found the fact that compared to Derrick, she could barely feel me in her, intensely erotic.
"That I'm fucking my wife with another man's sperm up her," I gasped his own pending orgasm about to explode.
Samina laughed. She could not believe her luck. First to fucked by an old man who made her come on his cock then to come home and fuck her husband with the old man's sperm still in her cunt, and have her me try to fuck her. But such was her arousal that she actually orgasmed on my cock. Of course it was not anywhere near as intense as what Derrick had given her, but still it was an orgasm. Her body convulsed throwing her head back she cried out, " I'm commmmmiiiiiiiing!"
With a growl of extreme pleasure I shoved my small penis up into my wife and shot a my load in her, mixing it with Derricks.
Samina shook and gasped as her climax washed over her body, falling forward and leaning her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, when her breathing had regained some sort of normality she tentatively said, "I really want Derrick again!"
Suddenly I realized that the orgasm she had just had was not my doing, but rather came about because she was imagining doing it Derrick again. I was not upset, only jealous that an old man could arouse such passions in my wife. I felt a little cheated to have small penis, but it also reinforced that fact that I had made the right decision in letting my wife enjoy herself with other lovers.
I lifts her upright and looked into her eyes. “Of course sweety, as you wish. Have fun with him as much as you want. "
"I love you, Umer." Samina said, kissing me.
"I love you to, Samina."
Soon after that we went to bed, too tired to do anything but cuddle, as we feel asleep in each others arms.
After a time I woke. His mind was a beehive of erotic and sometimes confusing thoughts. I just couldn't believe he allowed his wife to let another man have her. Now he must face the possible consequences – that she seemed more than willing to spread her legs for any man that caught her fancy. I loved that she had become to open and easy about giving in to her desires, but wondered, would she fall in love with someone who could pleasure her better than I could?
I just couldn't believe it. "What have I done?" I whispered into the darkness.
I thought long and hard over most of the issues that rattled through my head. My mind reeled again at the prospect of loosing her, that was never my intention all I wanted to do was to see her being taken, watch her come on another mans cock, like she could never come on mine. I wanted her to feel fulfilled and sexually sated, and she was doing just that, and I loved it. But, now everything could backfire on me, by putting everything I treasured and loved the most on the line just for lust.
"No, no she wouldn't, would she?" I thought, throughout last night she'd repeatedly told him that she loved me, and would never leave me. Her eyes, and tone all told me clearly that she loved me, so I told myself there was nothing to fear.
For several hours I lay with Samina gently sleeping besides me, my thoughts swinging round in circles never forming a conclusion of what the best course of action was going forward. Should we agree on some rules? Would it even be fair to expect Samina to to follow my rules, when I had promised her in the beginning that it was all her call and that I would not interfere? And when you have broken your marital vows of fidelity, did any other rule make any sense? These and more daunting ideas sapped my already exhausted mind and eventually I fell asleep, the last thought in my mind being, why did I find it so arousing when Samina ridiculed my lack of size, or how small my penis looked compared to those of her lovers? Even if it was almost said in a jocular, half-serious manner. Yet it occurred to me that in that joking manner of hers, there also lay the truth that she enjoyed teasing me about my lack of size and stamina.
I awoke to find Samina already up. I looked towards the window and saw it was raining so clearly, we were not going to be working on our garden that day. After going to the bathroom, I dressed, and found Samina in the kitchen placing a fried egg on some toast.
"Here you go sleepy head dig into this," she said with a large smile, as he handed me the plate. “You must have been really tired to sleep this late.”
With her remark I looked up at the kitchen clock and saw the time, "Wow, it's nearly noon. I really didn't mean to sleep in that long." I sat at the table and took a sip of the coffee that was already prepared and then dug into the meal.
Samina sat opposite to me. "So what have you got planned for today?"
I pointed towards the window and said, “well the weather rules out working on the garden today."
"You never know it might clear up enough for you," she added gently smiling, "I'll come with you if you like."
My mind rebelled at the thought of meeting Derick, knowing he'd fucked my wife. It was one thing for the man to know that he was fucking Samina with my knowledge and consent, but something totally different if he thought he had got her to cheat on me. Somehow, that felt embarrassing and degrading.
"I is there anything wrong?" Samina asked looking straight at me.
"Um, no I'm fine it was such a heavy night last night."
"Yes it was. You really do get excited knowing that I have fucked another man!" Samina laughed at me.
"You think so?” I asked lightly, as I pushed the plate away and picked up the coffee mug.
"Well, you always have a hard on, and you always want to fuck me immediately afterwards, what else could it be?" Samina smiled at me, her eyes smouldered with a lecherous look.
A wry smile formed on my as I watched her, "You have never said anything like this before?"
"Well, I wanted to be certain. And frankly it makes me feel so much better now, knowing that you are not only not being hurt by me fucking other men, but you actually enjoy it. That makes me feel so much better and uninhibited. And yes sex for me with you is also more enjoyable as well.” Samina explained.
Dubiously I looked at my wife. "But that's not the whole truth, now is it Samina?"
Samina leaned back mildly shocked, "I don't understand."
"You have forgotten that I wasn't the only man you had yesterday," I watched my wife blush, "Derick was the instigator to our mutual enjoyment last night if it wasn't for him you probably would not have had that orgasm you had with me, you never cum on my cock alone, unless I have given you lots of oral sex before."
Samina was quiet for a moment and then replied, "yes you're right I suppose. It doesn't change the fact that your cock gave me an orgasm yesterday as well. And even though a third person instigated it, my feelings haven't changed have they, I still love you, I, you're my man and always will be!”

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"I love you more than ever, Samina. But I worry, that through my own selfish fantasies I may have forced you to break our most solemn promise made to each other on our wedding day. With that broken our lives will change. I worry that feelings may change too, and I certainly don't know where we go from here." I voiced my concerns to Samina.

"I don't see where your problem is, Umer. Your fantasy was to see me with another man. But you did not force me into it. In fact it was I who forced your hand. I allowed that to happen, unfortunately you didn't get to see that first time, but your reaction was still a positive one. And has always been positive ever since. So, in my mind that doesn't change a thing between us. Fortunately I have been able to separate love and lust. What I have with you is love, a very deep, emotional, bond. What I have with my lovers, has been lust, nothing emotional or psychological, only pure physical lust. So I don't see any problem at all. In fact I feel like I am the luckiest wife in the world, and it makes me love you even more, if that were possible." Samina tried to put my fears to rest, her voice was soothing, genuine, and calm.
"But, don't you see now that I've allowed you the freedom to explore other men, there is really nothing to stop you from bedding any man you take a fancy too. Anytime you felt like it with or without me, that in itself does not bother me. What worries me is that you my fall in love with a man who satisfies you sexually." I said, trying to get my point across.
"Yes I see your point," Samina replied after a slight pause. "Yes I could go out, and fuck, but, you're forgetting one thing, darling it's whether I want too and who's to say I would not have done that anyway, even had you not given me the freedom to enjoy myself” Samina looked at me pointedly, and I nodded.
“Now, I agree we have broken the cardinal rule, but so have millions of other couples mostly surreptitiously behind each others backs. We're different; well I like to think so, because we know we're doing it. We know when and where we're going to do it because that will be our way. And that is why I don't think there will be any problems, if either one of us feels that things are getting out of hand or that we are losing control we can bring up the subject, talk it over and put an end to things if need be."
"You seem rather eager to continue?” I laughed, feeling a little better.
"Yes, I suppose it sounds hypocritical but then life doesn't allow you to know about things until you've tried them. I really want know I love it." Samina said simply.
"So you want to continue?"
"Only if you do, darling," she responded quickly, "I'll go along with what ever you decide." Samina finished her coffee, "What I want is for you to be happy that I am fucking other men. It gives me no end of joy to know that while I am free to be with other man, I am the only woman for you. Do you know how special that makes me feel? I love you so much because of that.”
I took a deep breath. “Samina, I love you too, and I want you be fulfilled in every way. It gives me no end of pleasure that you can freely enjoy sex with other men whenever you feel like, so darling, no I cannot possibly as you to stop, all I ask is that if you ever feel that you are starting to feel anything more than just lust for a man, you tell me. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, ever!”
Samina came over and hugged me. “Darling, trust me, you will never lose me. I love you too much for that to ever happen. And in the extremely unlikely event that I do start to develop feelings for another man, I will break it off with him immediately, and will tell you as soon as I know myself.
“You know, I am so jealous of Derrick, and Raj, and the others. I wish mother nature had been as kind to me as it has been to them, you know... size wise.” I said.
Samina laughed. “Oh, its OK, I think your size is so cute, it makes me want to hold it that much more. Besides if you were well-endowed, you probably would not have been OK with me sleeping with other men, and then where would I be? I think your small size is a blessing for me, and I love it!” Samina no longer danced around the fact that I had a small penis, and it felt strangely exciting for me to hear her so openly admit that she knew I was small.
Cute, harmless, and sweet are not words that most men would probably want their wives associating with their penises, but to me, hearing Samina using those words to describe my cock was like an erotic tonic, and more importantly, like a compliment. She actually felt that instead of being a bad thing, that fact that I had a small penis was in fact a good thing! WOW! Talk about something that blows the mind, but then Samina is a rare sort of woman!
The weather didn't let up until late in the afternoon. So we went to do our weekly grocery shopping and brought some supplies for the garden. After that we went to our garden. As we walked down to the plot, Derrick came out of his house.
All day I had been dreading this moment and now I was about to face him. The mixed feelings he felt were so confusing. One moment he wanted to run away,and then the next instant I knew he couldn't because I had wanted Samina to fuck him. So what if he thought she was cheating on, or that he knew I did not compare well to him in the manhood department, as Samina as much to him. I had given Samina the freedom to fuck any man she chose, and in this case she chose Derrick, overcoming her reservations about his age, so I really had no business wanting to avoid Derrick.
"Hi, Umer, " Derrick smiled at me, his smile broadening as Samina came closer to his plot, "hello, Samina how are you two?" Derick seemed fine, his manner much the same as before.
"Hello, Derick how are you?" Samina's voice was happy and animated.
I saw the huge warm smile she gave him and felt a little jealousy.
"I'm fine, after yesterday everything in me feels real good." Derrick laughed.
Samina seemed to either ignore him or didn't hear his remark but I caught on to it and stopped while Samina continued on to the garden. "Oh, why's that then, Derick?" I asked, my heart thumping in his chest.
Derick was still watching Samina as she walked by. She was wearing jeans and a pale blue top under a think rain jacket. He then leaned in close as if he didn't want anyone to hear, "I got laid yesterday, after a long time son!"
"Well done, Derrick you old geezer" I replied, my heart still racing as he knew he was talking about Samina. "Was that with that lady friend you mentioned the other day?"
"Sure was, to put it bluntly," here it comes thought I, "I gave it to her, all of it, and she loved it." Derrick laughed lecherously, “that was one hot and ready woman!”
"I bet you did, and she must have enjoyed herself for you to say she was hot and ready" I added. I could feel my cock growing, and the lust in my brain as I pictured his wife bent over, and the old man fucking her.
Derick leaned in closer still adding, "and would you credit it, she came on me cock like an express train. And man did she cream! She creamed more than any other woman I have been with!"
I was flabbergasted, not knowing what to say, my mind still visualizing all that may have happened between him and Samina. "Well good on pardner!" I said with a weak smile and walked away.
Samina had started placing the markers for the extra cabbage plants I wanted to put in. She looked over at me and smiled. It was then my lust once again took control. I just had to see it. I had to see Samina with the old man, see her cry out in pleasure, as her mercilessly violated her and treated her like the slut that she was. I went straight up to Samina and with a lump of lust in his throat and a semi-erect cock throbbing, I said, "invite Derick over for dinner tonight."
"What?"
"Invite him to dinner, Samina."
"Okay if you're sure?" she asked looking into my eyes and not seeing anything.
"Yes I'm sure."
"This is really nice of you to invite me over for dinner, Umer." Derick said for the fourth time that evening.
All of us got up from the table. As we helped Samina clear the table and stack the dishes in the dishwasher, we talked about the garden, exchanging ideas and tips. Derrick had been gardening for many years and had many tips and tricks to share with us.
"Come on we'll retire to the lounge, we can have a have some coffee and cognac in comfort." I said leading the way
"I don't think I ought to, I am not too comfortable with alcohol. My doctor has said I ought to take it easy," Derick said as we sat down.
"Don't worry about that, a little bit won't hurt, will it? And this is some really good cognac.” I said.
"Well that's really kind of you. Maybe I'll have a small shot.” Derrick smiled, as I handed him a snifter.
Derick watched Samina pick up her glass and sit opposite him. She was wearing a black dress, not to short but it hugged her body revealing the fine contours of her young slim figure; she really did look stunning. And I could see Derrick eyeing her hungrily, like he was undressing her in his mind.
"Have you ever been married, Derick?" Samina asked.
Derick snapped out from his thoughts. “Yes married for over thirty years. My wife Shirley, bless her, passed away some fifteen years ago, of cancer, which was diagnosed too late to save her.”
"I'm sorry, Derick really." Samina added.
"Do you have any children?" I asked.
"Have a daughter," he replied. "She's married a Frenchman, and has two fine boys. They live in France, bought an old mill and converted it into a holiday place and are doing okay with it, making a nice living."
"Do you get to see them much?" Samina asked sipping her brandy.
"A couple of times a year I get to go over and stay a few weeks. In fact I'm off to see them on Monday. It's a nice place, you should go there someday, beautiful country, lovely weather. Perfect place to relax."
The telephone rang. Samina got up to answer it.
"That sounds great, Derick how long are you going for?" I asked
"I usually go for six to eight weeks this time of year. I help them out with repairs, and anything that might need fixing up, that way I don't feel like a useless leech. And they appreciate the free help a lot. Plus it's great to be with the little one too."
"So what were you doing before retiring, Derick?" I finished my cognac and did not go for a refill, as I noticed that Derrick had finished his took and put the snifter away, clearly not wanting more.
"I was an engineer working for the aircraft industry," Derrick replied proudly. “Nearly 35 years with Boeing, and would have kept going, had my health not required that I quit. I still consult for them occasionally.”
“Oh nice, I am engineer too.” I said and told Derrick all about my job.
We talked for about half and hour about technical matters. There was no doubt, that Derrick had a very nimble, and technically savvy mind, and I enjoyed talking to him. He had heard of my company and actually had a few friends working there. He was really impressed by our modern manufacturing facility.
Finally, Samina returned. "Sorry about that it was only my mother, calling from Pakistan to chat." She revealed as she sat.
Derrick was very interesting in her past and we talked about Pakistan for a bit, with Derrick asking dozens of questions about her growing up there and the current political and security situation. For me the conversation was starting to get trifle boring, talking about Pakistan was not what I had in mind when I had asked Samina to invite him to dinner.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that as far as Derrick knew, Samina as cheating on me, and he would not do anything at all with me still there, so I turned to Samina, "Darling would you mind making some coffee for us?”
“Of course darling,” said Samina. As she went to the kitchen, Derick's eyes followed her.
“I need to go the washroom.” Derrick said to me.
"Sure, just go to the lobby, its under the staircase,” I said and Derrick went on his way.
While both of them were out of the room I pretended to have received a phone call from work.
Samina returned with the coffee. “Umer, we are nearly out of this Turkish coffee, you like so much. You need to get more."
I nodded, "okay, darling."
Derick returned from the bathroom and sat back in his chair. Samina gave him a coffee ups and I got mine, still pretending that I was talking to someone of my cell phone.
"Bad news I'm afraid, darling got to pop into work they have a problem with the new manufacturing line and can't rectify it. They need me to come see what the matter might be." I said.
"But, darling how long are you going to be we have a guest?" Samina said, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Is it that serious, Umer?" asked Derick.
"I don't think so. Going by what the shift night manager was describing saying it should not too long to fix. It seems like a simple calibration issue, but I'll know more once I get there. With any luck, I should be back in about 2 hours at the earliest."
"Isn't there anybody else who could do it?" Samina asked.
"Oh sure there is, but I was the lead designer and software architect of this line and the boss said that for the first 12 weeks or so of operations, if something went wrong, I was to be first person they contacted, as I could probably fix the problem before anyone else could.”
"Oh, well I suppose you'd better go then," Samina said seriously.
I looked at my watch. "Look it's nearly a quarter to eight if I go now I'll be back by around ten or so, if all goes well. " I turned to Derick and added, "You'll look after Samina for me, won't you, Derick?"
"Yes, of course I will!" Derick replied with a weak smile.
"Okay I'm off then see you two later." I kissed Samina on the forehead and left.
I drove the car a couple of hundred yards up the road and parked. From there I hurriedly walked a few yards along the pavement and turned down a rear access road that runs along the rear of the houses. I then entered from the back, and went up the garden path to the back door, and quietly entered the house and straight away heard Samina and Derick chatting.
"With the way the weather was today I didn't think I was going to see you, Samina." Derick said.
I quickly and quietly moved through the house and stood next to the wide open lounge door.
"The weather was so crappy this morning we didn't think we'd make it over there. We went shopping instead." Samina replied.
"I was packing up when you arrived. Why did you invite me over for dinner?"
"Well Umer thought it would be a good idea for us to have a neighbor over for dinner, and I agreed. " Samina replied drinking her coffee.
“You don't think he knows do you'?" Derick asked voice full of concern, "I don't want there to be any trouble."
"A bit late for that isn't it." Samina laughed.
"Look Samina, I've wanted to get in your panties ever since I first saw you. Now I've been there I want to go there again and again." Derrick explained his desires.
Samina drank more coffee; It seemed to me that she was still trying to decide just how much further she wanted to take things with Derrick. .
"So, what's your answer?" asked Derick.
Samina sat, the coffee cup in her hand looking at the old man. I could almost picture her mind replaying what had happened with Derrick when she had been in his house. "I don't know, Derick you'll have to give me more time for a decision."
"Wasn't I good enough for you, is that it?" Derrick sounded disappointed and a little annoyed.
"No, that's not it." Samina said defensively.
"Did I give you what you wanted? Did you not like what I did to you?" Derrick was now being a little aggressive.
"Yes, yes as I said yesterday it was good but I . . ." Samina stammered.
"But nothing, come on let's have another session." It was more of demand from Derrick, than a request.
"I don't think so," Samina spoke put softly. “I am not sure its a good idea.”
"Come on, we've not got a lot of time before your old man returns. Besides I go away on Monday and won't see you for several weeks. Come on stand up." Again, it was an order rather than a request.
"But . . ." Samina sounded unsure.
"Don't waste the moment, Samina stand up." Now Derrick was totally demanding.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina blinked away, and slowly stood up.

"That's it. Good girl! Now lift that there dress and let me see what you've got on underneath." Derrick said, his voice authoritative, and soothing.
"Derick this isn't the time or the place, Umer could be back at any minute." Samina spoke to the old man standing in front of her, but even I could tell that she did not really believe her excuse, it was just something she made up, hoping that Derrick would fall for it.
He didn't. "Don't be shy Samina, you have done it before I'm sure you can do it again." Derick coaxed.
I remembered that Samina had said she did not like being intimate with a neighbor, someone whom she saw everyday, and who was part of the community we lived in, and I was certain that was what was causing her to hesitate, but still she was moving forward as Derrick was dictating her. Samina leaned forward slightly, took hold of the hem of her dress, and started to pull it up.
I stood by the lounge door keeping out of sight. I had a relatively good view of the room and with my semi-hard cock longing to be free of my underwear, I watched my wife lift her dress for the old man. I could see the lust in Derick's eyes as Samina slowly revealed her groin to him. Finally the 'V' at the top of her thighs covered with her black lace panties was exposed. Another inch or so and she stopped. Samina looked at Derick and I could see the flushed look of sexual excitement on her face.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I wish I had a camera, so I could capture that incredibly sexy pose. My wife, lust in her eyes, standing legs spread apart, exposing her panties to the old Derrick. And then I realized that my cell phone had a passable camera. Without hesitation, I took a shot of Samina holding her dress up and exposing her panties to this old man.
Derick stood up and went to her pulling her close. A hand went straight between her legs and cupped her mound. "Open your legs more Samina." Derick spoke softly.
My wife obeyed. I could see a wet patch forming on her panties. She was like putty in his hands.
Derick stood against Samina's beautiful body, and pushed his hand down her panties. I saw him caress her trimmed bush, and then slip a finger between her glistening pussy lips.
I couldn't see very much as Derick had blocked his view. I could tell Derick had his hand down her panties. And I heard Samina's deep breathes. I couldn't believe she had allowed Derick to get to her so quickly. Just that morning she had told me that her playing with Derrick was not a good idea, and now here she was totally in his command.
Derick started kissing Samina's neck while he pulled the straps of her dress down over her shoulders revealing her braless breasts. Straight away he bent down and suckled on each nipple in turn. Samina gasped in pleasure as the old man nibbled on her tender buds and bringing her hand up she run her fingers through the hair on the back of his head holding him to her breast. He pulled away taking a step back, "Take your off, and get on the floor," he ordered.
I stared as my wife put her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down; I took another photo; lust overflowing me.. Samina with her breasts on display got onto the floor and lay down on on her back with Derick gazing down at her. At the same time Derick undid his trousers and dropped to his knees opening Samina's legs as he went and knelt between them.
Samina had positioned herself slightly side on mainly to avoid the coffee table, and fortunately that had given me an excellent view of her body.
"You have a great looking cunt, sweetie. Nice and juicy.” Derrick laughed a little. “Just the way I like it.”
With my heart thumping, I could feel the blood pumping into my head as Derick parted Samina's legs even further. The old man then shuffled forward on his knees while holding his erect cock. It looked even bigger than I had thought it would be, when I had seen him pee. He went right up to her pussy, and touched her with it. Samina jerked back, then relaxed.
I couldn't quite make out, but it looked as though he was now running his cock head up and down her slit. Then he seemed to push gently as he held his cock at her hole.
"I'm going to fuck you now! Is that what you want?" he asked Samina his voice moving up an octave as his own excitement grew.
For the first time I could hear the old man's ragged breath.
Samina said nothing. She lay with her legs partly open, her eyes closed in what looked like anticipation.
"I'm going to slide my cock up inside you, and pump away into you," he gasped catching his breath as his lust came to the fore. Derick pushed forward.
I couldn't see it but I knew that the old man's cock was sliding up into Samina's cunt. With a grunt Derick pushed home. He must have been practically all the way in, thought I as I took out my own cock to release the pressure of it in the trousers. Then I saw Derick start to fuck Samina in earnest, with Samina matching his movements.
After a few thrusts Derick seemed to set up a rhythm. "God you're so slick. You feel bloody wonderful. Your cunt is so perfect for my cock!" He dropped down onto his forearms and sucked on a nipple.
This caused Samina to catch her breath as the old man's cock stretched her cunt and slide in deep. Very quickly Derick set his pace and maintained it. He moved up her body slightly and kissed her neck while his thrusting into her cunt was neither hard nor soft just a steady forceful movement.
I stood by the door and watched yet again as another man pleasured my wife as I could only do in my dreams. Why was it so damn erotic, seeing that massive cock pound into my wife's pussy as she matched his thrusts. To this day, watching something like that remains most erotic sight possible. I took another photo and then put his phone away. Peeking round the door post I saw Samina's hips rise up to meet Derick's thrusts. 'Another man is fucking my wife! And pleasuring her like I never could and never will be able to!' My mind raced, and my penis throbbed. I forced myself not to touch it, as I knew I would cum all too soon if I did.
"Do you like me cock up your wet cunt??" Derick asked her.
Samina remained silent eyes closed her face flushed.
"Answer me, Samina do you like me cock up your wet cunt?" He repeated speaking close to her ear.
Samina half opened her eyes and quietly replied, "Yesssshhhh....ohhh yesssshhh."
"Yes what?" Derick coerced.
There was silence again and I strained to hear what she was going to say. I found himself wishing. I almost wanted to will her to say it!
"Ummm.....umm....uhhhh... I like your biiiigggg cock up me, Derick," she stammeringly whispered while opening her legs and bending them at the knee giving the old man all the access he needed to her cunt.
“Who's slut are you? Say it! I want to hear you loud and clear!” Derrick demanded.
“I...I...ohhh...uuuhhhh... I.... I.... your slut! Derrick! Yours!” Samina stammered and sighed in pleasure.
I was ecstatic. I sucked in my, and, for the first time he took hold of my cock, and gently pulled on it.
"Do you like me fucking you, Samina?" Derrick asked his voice full of lust now.
Again there was silence as Samina took in the question. Her hips were still meeting every one of Derick's thrusts. It was then I saw the sign, her face took on a deeper tinge of red as did her upper chest the tendons in her neck became taut; 'she's going to come, she's going to come on his cock,' the thought burst into my brain.
Through her heavy breathing she spoke, "yes.... I.... like.... you... fucking.... meeeee." Then she moaned in pleasure.
"You fuck real good! A real pro!" Derick said as he continued with his momentum, keeping his pace constant throughout.
With Samina's legs now wide open I got glimpses of the old man's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. His cock was covered in her white cream, which glistened in the soft lighting of our living room.
With a grunt in keeping his self control Derick spoke again, "You going to come on my cock, again?"
Samina opened her eyes, she looked up at her lover and placed a hand on the back of his head, "Yes, I'm going to come – make me come, make me come, like only a big cock cannn!” Samina squealed.
My mind took him her words, again his jealousy reared its head. But it not jealously that another man was fucking my wife, rather it was jealously born of the fact that he could fuck her and make her lose control of herself, and I had never been able to do that. How unfair it was I thought.
Derick continued his pace, he never wavered. Samina, slowly arched her back; her breathing became heavier, with her back arched so her hips pushed down bending the thrusting cock into her slit rubbing across her clit.
Samina moaned. "Mmmmmm, yes. Oh yesssss. Your fucking me so good I'm going to commmmmmeeee!” She wailed.
"That's it, you come on the old cock." Derrick spoke softly, his voice harsh and breathless.
"Ugh!" Samina gasped taking air through gritted teeth. She lifted her head and looked into the old man's face as he fucked her.
I could see he was giving her a really good fucking. Although I was excited beyond believe, all I could think of was, why could she not be that way with me. How unlucky was I to have a small cock. No matter how often might say that size does not matter, its not the truth. I have seen multiple times, with my own eyes, that size does matter! And men who were well-endowed were truly lucky.
In a way, I resented the way this man could use my wife. And worse, I was jealous of how he could pleasure her so well. I saw the lust and pleasure on her face; I saw the way she responded to him and the way she looked at him. All this seemed to be a contradiction of my true feelings as I watched this man thoroughly fuck his wife. I gained pleasure from all these feelings as they fused together within my mind running riot. My his cock was running with pre-cum, I stopped touching it and did not bring myself to orgasm.
"Oh god," Samina caught her breath and held it. The whole room went silent except for a mild wet sound coming from between her legs and Derick's ragged breathing. Then a deep throaty growl burst from Samina's mouth as she exhaled and relaxed, falling to the floor. Her body seemed to jiggle; she put her legs down and then her thigh muscles shook. Seconds later she brought her legs back up and opened them.
Derick grunted as if he was trying to hold back, "That's it, girl you come for me."
"Yes I'm coming, god I'm coming – I can't stop!" She blurted out. Still holding onto him she lifted her head, kissed him passionately forcing her tongue into his mouth, and then went into a frenzy of kissing his face while she screamed out her orgasm.
I stared in disbelief as his wife's neck and upper chest turned red as her orgasm exploded in her. She looked so beautiful as her pleasure played across her face.
"I'm going to cum in you you now!” Derrick said loudly, his own breathing labored.
"Yes give it to me, I want it," she groaned in anticipation as she continued to kiss his face in a frenzy of lust.
Derick heaved into her body forcing the rest of his cock deep into her body, "I'm cummmmminnnnnng innnnn youuuu,” he cried out in-between catching his breath, he threw his head back with a grunt as he filled her with his sperm.
I watched the spectacle in front of me, wishing on the one hand that I could fuck Samina like that, and on the hand other ecstatic that I'd seen Samina taken by this man, they way he took her.
Samina lay back onto the floor gasping for breath; eyes closed in a dream like state as the remains of her climax spread through her body. Derrick fell gently on top of her his arms giving out. He too was panting and struggled to get his breath back. Samina felt his cock slip from her well fucked hole and gave a quiet groan. She felt her cunt was wide open but the feeling very quickly disappeared as her body began to revert to its normal state.
I managed to put my still erected cock away and zip up. I fell back against the wall and closed my, trying myself to recover from what I had just witnessed. After seeing the way Samina had responded I knew that sexually, I would never be in the same class as her lovers. I had of course known that from the first time I had seen her with another man, but this time it was different. This time it was not just a realization, but a hard acceptance. It was difficult, but at the same time almost tension relieving.
I quietly slipped back out, and looked back to see Derrick tried to get up but all he could manage was to roll off her. Samina slipped her legs down after Derick rolled off. Her breathing was coming back to normal.
A little while later, I opened the front door, and walked in. "There that didn't take to long did it?" I said with a smile. "So has my wife been a good girl, Derick?" I joked.
Derick flustered and eventually said, "Oh she's been a real hostess, Umer. But I think I'd better go its getting late and I have some serious packing to do.”
"You sure you don't want to stay, Derick and have another glass? I said offering him another brandy.
"No I don't want to intrude on your hospitality any longer, it's been a great evening, thank you." He stood up making haste to leave.
I looked over at my wife who just sat there not saying anything, her face still a little flush. "Come on then, Samina let's see our guest out shall we."
Once Derick had gone and they were both in the lounge Samina started to clean up.
"How was it while I was out?" I called after her.
"What do you mean?" She replied defensively. Samina returned and stood by the door to the lounge.
"Well nothing, just wondered if anything happened while I was away that's all."
“No nothing happened!” Samina lied easily.
“Really?” I asked.
“What do you think?” Samina turned to me and smiled. “You saw the whole thing!”
“Wha...how did you know?” I was shocked that she knew I was there all along.
“I saw your shadow in the kitchen, why do you think I lay down the way I did? It was to keep Richard's back to you!” Samina laughed. “I hope we put on a good show for you?”
“You...you..... did!” I stammered. “You little vixen, you really love teasing me don't you?”
“I sure do!” Samina laughed again.
We were both up early. I as was usual on a Sunday cooked breakfast. The weather was just the same as the day before, raining. Instead of going over to the garden we spent the day cleaning up the house. The following day, Monday, work took priority and both Samina and I put themselves in their work.
For days I couldn't keep that evening out of his thoughts. We were working long hours, plus with me doing the night shift for a few weeks, our work timings were our synch, and we did not have time to talk about that evening with Derrick. Although I had masturbated to the memory of it several times. Even if we did have time to talk about it, I do know know what we would have talked about.
It was 8 weeks after that weekend, it was my first day back to regular work hours. The new fabrication line was working perfectly, and my boss told me that there was no need for me to at the plant in the evenings. I came home from work to find dinner waiting for him just like always.
"Hello sweetheart had a good day?"Samina asked, as I took her into my arms and kissed her hello. We parted and took our places at the table.
"Traffic was bad tonight must have been an accident or something." I told Samina. “How was your day honey?”
"It all depends on what you call good, I've had better days," she replied thoughtfully.
I noticed the sound of her voice and realized something was up, "What's up, darling? Is everything OK? You look as thought the weight of the world is on your shoulders."
Samina took a deep breath before speaking. "I don't really know how you're going to take this,even I'm finding it hard to accept."
"So what's the problem, Samina?" I asked softly, hugging her tight.
"I hope you love me, I and I mean really love me?" she said very softly.
"Samina what's up?" I was getting worried out.
Samina swallowed hard, "Well I missed my period last month and again this month. So . .."
"Oh, darling thats....” I started to speak, but Samina put a finger to my lips.
"I'm not finished yet, Umer. I went to the doctors to get myself thoroughly checked over. I returned this afternoon for the results."
"And . . ."
"The results were positive I'm pregnant, the doctor said I was about eight weeks and the tests indicate that as well."
“Darling that's fantastic, that's the best thing I've heard for a long time, the best thing to happen to us." I tried to pull her close to me, but she moved away.
"There's more I need to say."
"Go on," I said said eager for the news. But I saw the strained looked on her face.
"If I'm eight weeks or there about, and that means I could be with Derick's kid instead of yours."
My look of happiness dropped from his face like a ton of bricks, "Oh my God!” I turned away and realized the enormity of what my wife was telling me.
That night we did not talk about it. Samina seemed remarkably composed, and did not cry or sound too worried. We slept in each others arms, trying to comfort ourselves.
I sat at my desk in the office. The room was bathed in bright sunlight a far cry from what it had been like the weekend Samina and Derrick had fucked. I needed time to think. My concern was not that she was pregnant by another man. That did not bother me. But Derrick was black, and if it was in fact his baby, well, it would put us in a very difficult position. Had it been Paco's, or Chris's, or even Raj's I would not have been so worried. Those children could have been passed off as mine, well Raj's being a lot darker than me would have presented some problems, but being of the same stock as us... it would have been easier. But with Derrick, it was a complicated situation. So I sat in my office and thought a while. Finally I came to a conclusion and made peace with myself. I only hoped Samina would find it acceptable.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Firstly, I accepted that no one was it fault here. While Samina was on the pill, she had told me that several times she had forgotten to take it, simply because she was too busy at work. So Derrick was not to blame, and neither was Samina, it was an accident, and now we had to deal with it as best as we could. Frankly, to my mind, Samina carrying another man's baby was perhaps as erotic, if not more so, than me seeing her with another man. Of course, I did not know so at the time, but now I realize it really is the ultimate form of cuckolding.

I got home early that evening, and prepared some Italian food. Samina loves Italian.
"Hi sweetheart," I said greeting my wife as she entered the house.
"Gosh you're home early?" Samina smiled at me, putting her laptop case down.
"Well, I felt like pampering you," I said.
"Lucky me," she said, putting her handbag on the kitchen table and walking up to kiss me. “Umm your delicious spaghetti! I love it,” she said after the kiss.
“Why don't you go take a hot bath, while I finish up here.” I said.
“Great idea, I am exhausted” Samina said, turning and walking away.
About half an later, dinner was ready and laid out, and in walked Samina, dressed in a pair of black carpi tights, and a white tank top, she looked simply beautiful.
I had deliberately not put out the Chianti that we usually enjoyed whenever we ate Italian.
We ate and made small talk, just catching up with each other. But soon I felt it was time to bring up the subject.
“Are you feeling alright Samina?” I started off.
“Well a little tired, and some morning sickness, but otherwise I am fine.” Samina said as she spooned some food into her mouth.
“Oh OK, well that is not too bad then.” I said.
“No, not really.” Samina replied.
Taking a silent, deep breath, I spoke again. “Have you decided what you want to do about your pregnancy?”
Samina looked up at me, her eyes serious. “Well, what do you think we should do?”
“Darling, that depends.” I said.
“On what?” Samina asked, going back to eating.
“Do you want to keep the baby or not?” I said.
Samina looked at me, her face clear and her eyes sparkling. “I really do darling. I really do!” She said
“Even though we are not sure that its mine or not?” I asked wanting to be certain that she had considered that angle.
“I don't care, if its yours or Derrick's, as far as I am concerned, it's mine, and thats all that matters to me!” Samina's voice was full of determination.
“And mine too darling, I don't care either.” I smiled at her. “I was hoping you you'd say you wanted to keep it.”
“Really Umer? You mean that?” Samina had tears in her eyes. “You don't care what people might say, what your family will think and react?”
“Darling, there is only one person in this world whose opinion matters to me, and that person is you.” I said with equal conviction.
“Oh Umer, I love you so much!” Samina's tears were flowing freely now, and I got up and hugged her.
“I can't wait to be a father.” I said. “But what about Derrick?”
“I know you will make as wonderful a father, as the husband that you are, and as far as Derrick is concerned, we need to think carefully on what to do if the child is in fact his.” Samina said seriously.
The problem of informing Derrick was resolved by the fact that he died while still in France. He had gone there for 8 weeks, but never returned. One day we found his daughter and son-in-law clearing out his house, and we offered to help. It was during that time that we found out that apparently the problem he had been admitted to the hospital for, was far more serious than he had let on. And the doctors have told him that he had just a few month's to live. He had gone to France to spend his last months with his family without informing them of his condition. One night he went to bed, complaining that he felt very tired and that he felt dehydrated. The next morning his grandchild found dead in his bed.
As sorry as we were to hear about his passing, we also felt relieved that if our child was from Derrick, now we would not have to worry about any complications arising from his desire to be part of the child's life, and claim parental rights.
Alas things did not go as we thought they would. In her 7th month, Samina felt very sick one day, and noticed that there was no movement in her womb. I rushed her to the hospital, where they declared that the pregnancy had terminated and they would have to remove the foetus. Which they did. For a while after that Samina was inconsolable, crying a lot, and went into depression. I asked her boss to give him some extra time off, so I could send her to her family in Pakistan, as they had been insisting that she go there to recover. In all she spent 3 months there.
My own feelings were more ambivalent. While I was sorry that we lost the child, I also felt a little relieved because frankly I had not been looking forward to having to explain to my family (and Samina's for that matter), how it was that our child had negroid features. But at the same time I found the whole idea of my wife carrying babies from other men to be exceptionally erotic. Little did I know that in the end we would have 3 kids, none of them mine! Yet I would be their proud father.
Samina returned from Pakistan a changed woman in many respects. Her flight taken via an Arab airline arrived in New York and I flew up there receive her. I was very happy to see that she was no longer depressed. In fact she was her usual cheerful self, as she hugged and kissed me at the airport. I was much relieved that she was over the loss. However I noticed a little more subtle changes in her. Firstly she seemed to be more aggressive, not overly so, but in a milder way. Also her attitude in bed, towards me had changed, at times drastically.
On our first night back home, we were naked in bed. Our routine of me giving her a soft, sensual massage, and followed by a slobbering session of oral sex had gone on as always and Samina had already orgasmed once. Then I mounted her, my penis fully in her.
“Are you completely in?” She asked softly.
“Yes!” I responder.
“Oh!” She said, in a distinctly disappointed manner.
Then I started to fuck her.
“Deeper, deeper, deeper!” She started saying shortly afterwards. And of course no matter how hard I tried I could go no deeper. But Samina tried to match my thrusts with her own hips bucking, as if trying to get me in deeper.
Then of course I orgasmed.
“Oh noooo, nnoooo, nooooo!” Samina squealed as my softening cock fell out of her. “Can't you last longer?” She said, her voice dripping with disgust. “It's been three months since I last had sex!”
“I am sorry darling!” I said. “ I could not control myself!”
“Bah!” Samina said rolling over and falling asleep.
I stayed awake, disappointed, and embarrassed that I could not pleasure my wife like she deserved. I don't know how long I stayed awake, but seeing my naked wife laying there, her perfect naked body having an ethereal glow from the moonlight that filtered in through the blinds, made me realize how lucky I was to have her. The fact that I had disappointed her in bed was like a knife being stabbed into my thoughts. She deserved better than what I could give her. I tried to think of ways to articulate to her what I had been thinking for a while, I could not find the right words, or the courage to do so. You see the final wall or my male pride was yet to be demolished. It would take time for that to happen.
The next morning, things were quite normal. Samina got up in quite a good mood. “It's great to be home!” She said, as she stretched before getting out of bed.
“I am so happy you are back Samina, I missed you a lot.” I said to her.
“I missed you too, Umer.” Samina said, her voice was very serious, and I felt good when she said that.
We spent the rest of the morning catching up. Samina brought me up to date on all that was new in Pakistan, and I told her what she had missed while there. Frankly, she had far more to say than I did. I cannot tell you, just how good it felt just to be with her again. She had changed, but for the better in most respects. She had a sort of confidence about, that she she did not have before. It was one of those things I could not quite place a finger on, yet I knew was there.
“I am sorry about last night. “ I said sincerely, as we sat in the living room, drinking some delicious Turkish coffee.
Samina turned and looked at me. “Don't be darling, I am sorry for being so rough on you. It's just that I was really horny, and after so many months without sex, I was ready to explode. And well....”
“I wish I could have...... you know.” I said softly.
“So do I, but why worry about that? Tonight we can have a proper session, and I am sure you will get the job done properly. So don't sweat it sweetie.” Samina smiled at me, and kissed me on the cheek, as she took the coffee cups to the kitchen.
I will spare you the details of what happened that night. Suffice to say that yes I did get her off, but both of us knew that it was not anywhere near as intense an orgasm as those that she got with her lovers. She did not have to say it, but I knew that she really wanted to to fuck around again. I had once asked her why we didn't get a large strap-on dildo that I could fuck her with. She had said that no dildo could compare to the real thing!
Samina, lay naked before me on the bed, arms curled above her head and legs splayed wide, her shaved, wet pussy exposed. My head dipped between her thighs, my tongue working it's way up the wet folds of exposed skin, diving towards her engorged clit. She moaned, her long, wavy brown hair falling across her flushed cheek as she turned her head to bite the pillow that cushioned her head. Samina loved to getting oral sex from me, of that there was no doubt. In fact as much as she enjoyed getting fucked by big-cocked lovers, she had reserved the honor of providing oral to her, just for me. And I was always determined to do the best job possible.
“Oh Umer, your tongue is amazing!” She moaned as I redoubled my efforts.
Once, set free, Samina showed that she had a voracious sexual appetite. To say that I was pleasantly surprised at how easily she took to cuckolding me, without giving it a second thought, would. understatement. Already she had had more lovers in the short time she had been cuckolding me, than I had in my entire like. Samina had become brazen and direct when it comes to her sex life, completely unashamed of her fantasies and desires, and exhibiting every intention of living them out.
My ego had come to terms with the fact that she preferred penises that dwarfed my own its size dwarfing that of my own. As I have said before, it was quite a liberating thought and acceptance in many respects. My only regret was that I was not enough for lovely Samina.
"Oh my God, Umer! It's huge!" She leaned back on the sofa and winked at me. "And marvellous." She absentmindedly licked her broad, pink lips as she ran her fingers down the length of my own throbbing shaft. Alas, it was not that which she was talking about, but the black cock on display on the TV screen in front of us. I had selected a porn movie for us to watch together. Samina was looking at that cock lasciviously, almost drooling.
"Oh yeah. You love having a wife that fucks big cocks don't you?" Samina said, as she continued to play with my hard cock.
It dawned on me then that she thought I'd intentionally picked this movie to watch. And why wouldn't she? Just by looking at the title, once could know that it was about a large cock. My desires seemingly obvious, there was no need for Samina to disguise her wanton lust for this glass beast -- after all, she thought it was my own fantasy to see her pussy stretched around an enormous shaft that had led her to cuckolding me in the first place, so why bother to hide the fact that she liked big ones? She told me one day.
Samina continued to watch the video. Her eyes sparkling. “Wow, lucky gal!” She said, when the porn actress impaled herself on the huge cock and rode it like a bronco. “Some men are so lucky to be well-endowed, and others.... well...” Samina deliberately looked down at my crotch, squeezed my cock hard and laughed. My stomach flipped as I was consumed with feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. I was speechless as she blatantly teased me, and compared my to the extraordinary cock on the screen.
"Mmm. It's been a long time since I've had a cock that big inside me." She said as she grinned and look me in the eyes, her hands still stroking the length of my hard shaft. My stomach dropped. For the first time, she was being so open and honest about her size preference. I think she had reached a point where she did not care any more. "Too long. I really want a hung stud. If only Raj was here, or Derrick were still alive, I would bounce them like never before!" Samina laughed again, as my penis twitched in her palm.
My mind was racing. Had she always had a preference for bigger cocks, even before she had started enjoying them in real life? Something other than her knowledge that I wanted her to fuck other men, had to have pushed her over the edge and actually made her do it, what was it? Had she ever really been satisfied by my cock or had her moans and gasps been nothing but a show put on for my benefit? Certainly, ever since she had experienced big ones, she had become a lot less active when I fucked her. In fact there were times when she just lay there, waiting for me to finish.
Samina leaned forward, her hand reaching out to cup my balls, squeezing them gently, as I moaned. As feelings of embarrassment, inadequacy and jealousy washed over me, I had somehow become intensely aroused. My wife seemed very happy about the profound effect her tease was having on me as well, but she didn't miss a beat. In that moment, I think we could both feel that something was shifting -- perhaps irrevocably -- heretofore unknown and unexplored territory of our sexual relationship slowly being navigated and mapped. So far it had been a simple case of her sleeping with other men. But right there an then, she changing it into something more. Something, where I would soon openly admit inadequacies to her.
"Oh my. When I first showed you those pictures, I thought that it would be a one time thing, that your desire to see me with other men would be sated. I thought, that my teasing might just make you a little jealous and, you know, end in you fucking me silly like some wild, hyper-possessive caveman, but I soon realized that you're really into this! Samina cocked her head to the side. "I knew this must be doing something for you or you wouldn't have been as hard it is now, or it was when you saw the photographs. But your cock – oh if only!” Samina laughed again.
For once in my life, I really didn't know how to respond. I knew that I had a slightly submissive streak -- nothing that prevented me from taking control in the bedroom well but I had never felt such a strong sexual response as I was then to the idea of being humiliated by stronger, more well endowed lover before my wife. The thought of being unable to measure up to the sexual performance was driving me wild. What was wrong with me?
"I guess I shouldn't complain. It did allow me to enjoy some very fine cocks indeed!” She rubbed my cock harder. “Too bad this one isn't one of them.” She laughed again, as I splattered my cum all over.
It was not long before she had found what she was looking for. It a guy from her gym. His name was Matt, and he had been flirting with her for quite some time. Samina had befriended an ex-girlfriend of his a while back and had since then learnt that Matt was very well-endowed. So of course Samina had to have him.
How she seduced him, I never found out. But one day she suddenly said, "I'm always up for a challenge, " as I sucked on her nipples.. "Besides, even if I couldn't fit it very far in my mouth, I'm sure we could find some other place for it." Her broad grin was enough to make my knees weak.
“What?” I said, forcing my mouth away from her delicious nipples.
“Sucking of Matt, I would love to take a large cock deep in my mouth, I haven't been able to do it so far, maybe its impossible to take one too deep, but I sure would like to try.” Samina snickered.
Her words made me sucked harder. Her moans became more insistent the longer I licked her. I had a strong desire to see Samina's with Matt, to watch her thrash and hear her moan.
Three days later, I returned from work, to find that our bedroom door was closed, and the distinct sound of the mattress being pounded was coming from it. I knew that Samina was in there with a lover. I debated whether or not to go in, and decided to leave them alone. So I, unzipped my pants, and took my cock out from the underwear, placed my ear against the bedroom door and listened.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! That's it. Oh, come on, baby, fuck me. Oh, God. It's soooo big. Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" I heard Samina's loud, lust-filled voice. “I love big cock!” She moaned.
“Oh yeah baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.....hhh.” A deep, male voice called out.
I marvelled at how easily she could fuck another man in our marital bed. Like I said, she had become brazen, and did not seem to care about any norms. Uninhibited sexual pleasure was all that seemed to matter to her now.
"That's it! Oh! Yesssss. Oh yesss.... God, I want it all. How much of it have you fit inside of me? Fuck me hard. Pleeeease." Samina was pleading.
“Beg for it bitch!” Demanded the male voice.
“Please, please, please......” Samina pleaded again.
“OK, slut, you asked for it!” The male voice sounded demonic.
“Ahhhhhh.......eeeehhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh!” Screamed Samina suddenly.

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I realized that the man had probably just put his cock in her all the way and was now really fucking her hard. Just the way she loved it.

My own cock was hard now, and I was rubbing it slowly.
Her non-stop, screams, and moans told me that Samina was cumming fast and hard, and male was not stopping. The bed was really receiving a pounding now, and loud moans escaped from Samina, lips as the unknown male brought her to orgasm again and again. Finally, I heard her say, "Oh. My. God. That felt wonderful!" And suddenly the pounding stopped.
“Oh yes it was.” Said the breathless male voice. “You are some fuck Samina. I have never a woman take me so easily, and so hard! WOW!”
Samina giggled. “Thanks.”
At that point, I decided to knock in the door and go in. I saw both Samina and her lover naked, Samina had her legs spread a little. . The man's now soft cock was still glistening with Samina's cream, and I saw his cum dribble out of her, as she looked up at me and smile.
“Hi honey, this is Matt!” She said simply.
“Hi Matt,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
Matt just smiled in greeting.
I quickly glanced at his soft cock, and wondered, how could Samina have ever found satisfaction in my cock if she could so easily accommodate this massive dong? Had she ever shown this much excitement when I had entered her? The answer was a resounding no!
I walked over to Samina, looked her over, and saw that she had that look of being truly sated and satisfied and in a way I was crushed, but at the same time, felt happy for her, and me. My penis throbbed in my pants, and smiled at her. She nodded.
"After getting my brains fucked out by this giant cock, I'm so loose that I'm not even sure if I'd be able to feel this little dick of yours for a few hours." She said suddenly and both she and Matt laughed. As she spoke, her free hand wrapped around my pants covered, erect penis and gave it a couple of hard squeezes.
Almost immediately, I shot my load. I blushed. The speed at which I climaxed left me no way to hide how aroused I'd found her clear acknowledgement of my inadequacy as a lover, compared to Matt.. Samina giggled, delighted at my quick performance and obvious embarrassment, clearly intrigued by these feelings, she had awoken within me and now apparently herself as well.
Samina languidly stretched out her body across the bed and gave a satisfied sigh. After laying in silence for several minutes, my wife rolled towards me onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. Her eyes met mine then travelled the length of my body, finally coming to rest on my my damp crotch. She reached out and slid her finger softly up the zipper. It was then that Samina looked me straight in the eyes, and in a deadly earnest voice, spoke eleven words that would haunt, as well as arouse me to this day. "You know, I'd almost forgotten what a real cock felt like!"
It had been a long day. But when I opened the door to my apartment and saw my wife, lying on the floor reading, side-lit by the slanting early summer sun, much of my frustration was wiped away. Samina had recently decided to take up some courses at a university nearby. I had heartily supported her in this.
Samina lay on her side, head propped on her hand. Her thick dark hair fell at an angle that shielded her face from view, but exposed her long, graceful neck. Even from across the room, I could make out the big cylinders of my wife s breasts, encased in a tank top and squashed breasts against the rug by her other arm. Samina's long legs were folded, her full thighs pressed together and her ankles entwined.
As I put my laptop down and shut the door, Samina finished a page, then shut her book and rose to her feet. “Hi Umer,” she said, “why so late?”
I threw off my jacket and stepped forward to give her a quick kiss. I took her by her hand and drew her down to sit next to me on the couch.
“I had to fire someone for the first time today.”
“Not Susan or Jeff?” (My secretary and assistant, both of whom she knew and thought were nice)
“No. That would have been terrible. This was bad in the opposite way. I had to tell Eric Stern that he was out. It was not easy, as we had hired him away from IBM, a company he had been with for 24 years, and well.... you know... it's never easy letting someone go.”
“Then it wasn’t a surprise. You’ve been saying that the boss has been giving you more and more of his work over the past months.”
“Yeah, which makes it worse. I’ve known they’ve been grooming me- and went along with it. The funny thing is that I can't feel bad for him. He’s nearing retirement and will get some good money. And he s single and already pretty rich- or at least has the trappings of it- the car and beach house and other junk he brags about.”
“Not your favorite, I guess.”
“You’re right, he’s a jerk- selfish, reactionary- perfect for the business world, actually, if he didn’t piss a lot of clients off. But none of this made it any easier to walk into his office and tell a guy who is old enough to be my father.” I said.
“He must be thinking that you are a jerk.” Samina said cheekily.
“I don t know. We talked for a long time. He has been expecting it, or so he said. He’s the kind of person who likes building himself up. So even in this situation he went on about how he'd be spending time at the beach, watching girls bounce around - apparently he has a limited idea of fun. Anyway, like I said, we’re not throwing him out the door; he’ll stay on part time for a few months, so even if he were mad, he can't curse and blow up and stomp out the door for good. But it didn’t seem like he was hiding anger or anything. He asked about me and gave some advice. It’s like he turned the tables and was consoling me about work and being young with debts and everything. He even asked me to play racquetball next week. “
“Will you?”
“Yeah. He wanted to go to some club, but I said you could get us onto the University courts for free as you are a student there. Do you mind?”
“No. It is sort of weird that you...”
“That I m acting like I feel guilty. I know, maybe it would have been better if he had gotten mad.” But I did feel a little guilty and wanted to let the guy off easily. I thought playing racquetball with him would be a nice gesture on my part.
“There is no good way of firing someone,” Samina said, but there was a smile on her pretty, girlish face that dimpled her cheeks, yes. Talking through things usually made me feel better, and it was working now.
“Come on, dinner is still warm.” Samina said, as she took my hand and led me to the dinner table.
And it tasted great. Samina was a good cook. Not that she was a traditional housewife, used to cooking for me every night. Far from it! And in those day's she had very little free time, as she was not only working a full time job, but had decided to become a 'feminist' (as she had told me) when signing up for a couple of courses in in women’s studies and film, If her college and work schedule allowed her to finish early enough, she did usually come home and cook, though, because she knew just how much I loved her cooking.
Later that night, I was sitting and working in the living room. Samina had gone to our bedroom a few minutes before. The house was quiet. I heard her creak out of bed, open the door, and walk down the wood hall. She stuck her head around the corner.
“Honey?” Samina called out softly.
“Yes.”
“Are you coming to bed?”
“A little bit later, I need to finish some work.” I said to her. Regretfully, I really did have to do some work that night.
“Oh...”
Samina stepped into the room. She was only wearing panties- white cotton cut high at the hips. “... I though we could, you know...I could use some attention tonight. It's been a while you know.” She bit her lower lip, as she tended to do when not sure of herself. The fact was that he relationship with Matt while torrid had run its course and they had stopped seeing each other several weeks earlier. And Samina, being busy with work and college, did not have time to meet any other man.
And she moved her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, to plant her hands on her hips. Her breasts swayed free, big and white, and long- that was what was so extraordinary about them- that they were so full and long, and still mainly firm. It was cold in the apartment, and her brown nipples were erect and pointed at me, seemingly accusingly.
I looked at Samina, moving my eyes down from her chest, I loved her breasts, quite possibly the best I had ever seen. Anyway, her body was worthy of appreciation on its own, and I eyed it hungrily. It had been quite a while since my cock had experienced the warm confines of soft, silky pussy. I really wanted her, despite the knowledge that I would probably disappoint her yet again. And it was rare when she came on to me like this. She really must have been very horny!
I had never had a particularly active sex drive to begin with, certainly when you compare it to what some of her lovers seemed to have had, and even compared to Samina's libido. But seeing her invite me like that, well....I got up and put my two hands on my wife and kissed her.
“I’ll race you to bed.” I laughed as I ran to the bedroom.
She laughed and took off down the hall, and I let her win. When I made it to the room she was sitting on the side of the bed, kicking off her panties, and the then swung her legs under the covers, which took long enough to give me a quick view of her trimmed bush, her vaginal lips that flashed moist and pink between her white thighs. I was aroused seeing that. Samina wasn’t a prude, but she definitely wasn’t an exhibitionist. As a doctrinaire feminist, she often commented on the objectification of women’s body in movies and TV, so I tried not to comment on her body. Actually she had one told me that she did not want me commenting on her body at all, she knew it was superb and did not need me to tell her that. I was certain she had a very good reason for that but could not guess what it might be.
I turned off the lights and, pulling off my shirt, made my way over to the bed. Lights out suited me fine. As you are well aware, there are certain parts of my anatomy, I am not too proud off. And even turned on and fully erect, as I was now, I’m not well endowed- on the low end of average. Once, Samina used to assure me she didn’t care or notice, and that anyway, it suited the sweet, gentle way I made love, but that time had long since passed, lately she had started calling my penis, cute, and harmless, and even laughed at it sometimes, but without making it look deliberate.
We kissed and held one another. Kissing her all over, and paying special attention to her breasts, I licked them all over, I licked along her stomach, abdomen, mons, groin, and then finally, when she was ready, I started to work on her vagina and clitoris with my tongue. Soon she was moaning and gasping.
Then I got on top of my wife, and she spread her legs slightly. I guided myself into her; my dick slid in easily, and I started small in and out motions, all the while continuing to kiss her. A few minutes later, I felt the pressure building, and sped up my thrusts. Samina had just begun to move her hips in time with me, and make an occasional purring noise, and softly panting, “deeper, deeper, pleaseeee deeper!” as we kissed. Then she broke her lips free from mine and whispered, “I m not ready... can you..“
But what happens, happens. I stiffened and ejaculated into her. I rolled off her and started to apologize, but she put her finger on my lips and told me that it didn’t matter, that the important thing was that we were together and that she liked me to hold her as she slept anyway. Though, she turned her face away from mine and we drifted off to sleep, bodies touching, but separate.
Next week, Wednesday at lunch Eric Stern drove me over to the university. We parked on a street near the gym and walked over. There were students passing by-- as we got out of the car a cute Asian girl walked past, and Eric turned, blatantly, and watched her back recede.
He must have been paying close attention to how she filled out her jeans, because he commented, “what an ass. If only she had more up top.” He smiled. “Deep in my heart, I’ll always be a tit man.” He laughed and elbowed me, “I know you’re a married man, but doesn’t hanging around the campus with your wife drive you wild from all the sexy little coeds on display? If I wasn’t over the hill I’d.... hell, even as old as I am I bet I could get some of them on their backs!”
This kind of talk always made me laugh nervously. My mind immediately realized that Samina would probably love to bed Eric. He had a confidence about him seemed to imply that he knew he was good in bed, and that no matter what her age might be, any woman would enjoy herself with him. Given that recently I had gotten the better of Eric professionally, I was not sure if I would be too pleased with Samina fucking him.
But it was too late to back our now, I had agreed to entertain him with racquetball and I guess this was part of the price. So I responded, “the only coeds I meet are my wife's fellow students in her women s studies courses. Some of them are pretty, but all I ever do is talk to them about whatever angle of patriarchy they just went over in class- and that isn’t ideal for flirting. “
“Women’s studies, eh. I study women, maybe not in a way your wife would approve, but I study them! You should have seen me in the a few years ago. I had feminists begging me to give them more of my patriarchy!” Eric laughed again. “But seriously, you can see that I m not great looking or anything; I m sort of a runt.” (He was short, about 5’4” , and balding; but he was in good shape for his age- mid 50s- and energetic looking.)
“But I’ve always said that if I try hard enough I can- most guys can- get just about any woman into bed. With feminists there two ways. Either you pretend you agree with her view of the world, and half the time, she’ll give you her pussy as a gift in solidarity, or you convince her that screwing goes against the social norms and is some kind of rebellion. Especially if you’re going after a married woman!” Eric laughed again.
I don't know why, but hearing him talk like that made my penis twitch and I knew that no matter how much I wanted to stop it from happening, Eric was bound to end up with Samina in his bed one day.
Thankfully we arrived, and pushed through the door to the lobby. Samina was sitting on a bench, looking bored. When she saw us she stood up and walked over. After the lecture I had just gotten, it was only natural that I watched Eric as he watched her. Samina her jacket under her arm, and was wearing a pale blue t-shirt, over her favorite pair of tight old jeans. Eric's eyes were busy, with three noticeable stops- her face, down to her chest (and yes, her t-shirt was tight enough to very nicely accentuate her breasts!)), then down to the v of her jeans (yes, again, her lips were outlined by the tight denim).
Luckily Samina was watching me, so after a quick hello and a smile, she focused on me and said she would check us in on guest passes.
Eric, Mr. Stern, as I introduced him, asked Samina if she would stay and watch. “I play better with an audience, and I need to beat your husband to get at him back for giving me the heave-ho.” He laughed, and his eyes gave Samina another once over.
She looked at him like the last thing she expected was for him to bring up that awkward issue, then tried to smile and said, “Umer told me how bad he felt that you had to go...”
He interrupted, “he was just doing his job, anyway, this was the best thing that could happen to me. I’ll be free to have fun, travel, date, maybe even take some classes- you students are an inspiration.”
Anyway, she still must have been either flustered, or intrigued by the older man, because she agreed to stay and watch us play. As we turned for the locker room, Samina said, in a jocular voice, “may the best man win!”
Eric responded, “that’s the way it works, sweetie.”
We went and changed quickly. Eric, I noticed, was muscular, and you could tell now that he was out of a suit and into a tank top and sweatshirts. My suspicions were confirmed, when I saw, that he was also- and this is embarrassing to say- big between the legs for a short man. His sweatshirts left little to the imagination, you could see everything from the outline of his balls and the head of his penis, to the length of his shaft that swung as he moved. In the back of my head I was glad that Samina was sitting behind us. Strange, that despite having seen her royally fucked by so many other men, the thought of Eric fucking her, seemed to make me uncomfortable, it felt so humiliating in a way.
Eric still played as much to her as to me. After hard fought points, of which most he won, he would turn around and wave through the glass wall or exaggeratedly mop his brow. Samina was sitting half way up the bleachers, leaning back with her elbows on the row behind her. A couple of times she waved back. Three games 15-10, 15-8, and 15-6 losses, were enough for me, and we shook hands, as I congratulated Eric on his skill.
While I prepared to head for the lockers, Eric sprung up the bleachers to where my wife was sitting.
“Not bad, huh? You should have played; you probably would have put up a better fight than Umer.”
Samina answered. “I had tried once, but I couldn’t even hold and serve the ball right, let alone hit it back off the wall. It bounced too weird. I am not much into sports. Never”
Eric lowered his voice and said, “I’d love to bounce balls with you and show you how to hold them.” But the acoustics were such that I could hear everything he said to Samina. He added, in a louder voice, “so sure, if you ever want to learn racquetball, I’ll have time to try and teach you.”
He walked down and joined me by the door to the locker room, hitting me on the shoulder and joking, “I’ll even throw in lessons for your husband. But seriously, this is what's great about being retired. I have time to spare.”
I could see that Samina, as she headed for the lobby, was blushing, but smiling at the same time.
In the locker room he headed for the showers, I for the locker. (I didn't want to shower with Eric!) When he finished, he walked up, his towel wrapped around his waste, humming.
He said, “your wife is really nice- and beautiful. You are a very lucky man.”
“Yeah, right on all counts,” I replied.
“She looks like a model,” he went on, “except models don't have bodies like that!”
He was getting a little too exuberant for my taste, and I was just about to change the subject when I looked up from tying my shoe and almost got slapped in the nose by his big cock. He had unwrapped his towel and was facing me in the narrow aisle, pulling a shirt over his head. His dick was in my face and I had to carefully manoeuvre as I quickly turned and slid down the bench, at that moment I could not help but feel envious of the man. I quickly grabbed my bag and left into the lobby.
Samina was waiting. I asked her what her plans were and she said she was going to the library and would see me at night. I told her that I was going to get a ride home and shower and then do some work at the apartment, so I’d be there when she got back. She was turning for the door when Eric emerged, and, glowing and bouncing on his feet, asked my wife if she could help him register for some courses.
“Register? What kind of courses?” she replied.
“Well, I heard about these adult education classes that sound good- in crafts and creative areas, art, that kind of thing. I have a camera I never use and should learn about it. Maybe now would be a good time to start.” Eric smiled at Samina, who nodded her understanding.

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So before I know it, I was walking home, and Eric and Samina are heading the other way to the registrars building. I turned and watched them for a second. From the rear they looked a comical couple; Samina s thick clogs made her look a fair but taller than Eric, even though height-wise they were roughly the same height at 5'4”, but in the clogs she towered over him. Eric was talking non-stop, as they came to a crosswalk and halted he touched my wife on her arm, I suppose to emphasize a point; she leaned her head down towards his, I suppose to hear better.

They faded from view and I left. That walk home was instructive. I went through two stages: burning jealousy, then rational thinking. There were two good reasons why nothing would come of Eric's crude hitting on my wife: Eric and Samina. He was twice her age (and despite her interlude with Derrick, Samina had said that she still was not entirely sold on being with older men!), short, crude, sexist and reactionary, and too aggressive. She was young, beautiful, a sensitive feminist who couldn’t stand chauvinism, or show offs. Plus, she knew that Eric was a co-worker of mine and would know better than to mix business and pleasure. Still, I had lingering doubts. Samina seemed to be having no problem being around Eric.
So, I did get a little worried that evening, when I found out that Eric had signed up for a photography class and would have an excuse to hang around campus. When I asked Samina, what she thought of him, she said that he was funny, almost like a caricature of a lounge lizard type.
Anyway, jealousy is a funny thing. It comes and it goes. Without any incidents to fuel it tends to fade, except when you are in certain moods the very absence of evidence seems like the most damning evidence of all. Now, I have always known, that my wife was an attractive, sexually desirable woman, a real prize. I know, that men must be mentally undressing her every day. And she must have her share of come-ons and pick up attempts. Besides she knew full well that she could go to bed with any man that caught her fancy, and the campus was full of good-looking, energetic young men, who would kill to fuck her, so why would she waste her time with a runt like Eric?That thought made me feel a lot better.
The funny thing was that I also knew that her very statuesque, smooth beauty tended to intimidate men and protect her from much serious attention, as did her personality, which could sometimes come across as being cold. So the worries I had about Eric Stern were basically ungrounded, which made them into the paranoid category, and made me read something into nothing.
The nothing was that for a couple of weeks Eric hadn’t talked to me at work about Samina, hadn’t called or stopped by when he was in for class, and Samina hadn’t mentioned seeing him on campus. Both Eric and Samina, independently seemed to be in good moods. I wasn’t yet at the point that I would ask them about one another out of the blue. I did ask Eric about his photography class. He said it was going well.
“What sort of class is it- landscape photography, still life, studio?” I asked, genuinely curious, as photography is a hobby of mine.
“I don't know the fancy name,” he mumbled, “we learn technique in class Wednesday nights, then we get the shots at home, or, or anywhere.” He was unusually reticent, considering he loved to talk about himself, his expensive gadgets, and how he loved using them.
I didn’t think much more about it until the next Friday afternoon. I was flipping through a university course guide of Samina's and go to the continuing education/art section. There were a lot of different classes in dance, painting, sculpture, music, as well as photography. I scanned down the sessions. Photography 1, Photo 2 plus darkroom, Photo 301- cityscapes,and then it caught my eye:
Photography 304- portraiture and the human form- Weds 8pm- 9:30pm... This class will look at the history of human portraiture and develop students techniques in photographing the human form, including lighting and positioning. Models provided for some in-class sittings. To fully create a portfolio, students will need service of model(s) outside class. Registration requires signed consent form from adult (18+ years) co-registrant.
I picked up the phone and called university info for the extension of theprofessor listed. Mr. Caldwell was in his office, and answered the phone.I asked if photography 304 would be offered next semester.
“Yep; it s oneof our popular classes.” Said the voice at the other end.
“Could you explain about the outside model- it snot clear from the course guide?” I asked.
“Sure. We have a list of models willing to sit outside class for fees, butthat’s usually not necessary. Around the department we call 304 camerasfor couples because it attracts a lot of married couples or people whoare dating- it’s only natural that the shots they get of one another aremore natural and expressive than the pictures of our in-class posedsitters.” Explained the voice.
“You mean nude shots?” I asked, trying to hide my surprise.
“Not necessarily, no one has to do nudes to finish the class, but for alot of them, it’s a fun spot. The classes follow a history of twentiethcentury portraiture.” - here he read me a list of subjects like classicalposing, silhouettes, the artistic form, glamour photography, pin-ups.
“Pin-ups?” I asked.
“Yes, fifties type of stuff; real fun.” He laughed.
I thanked himand hung up.
My hand was shaking, but I tried to think. Had Samina signed on as Eric’s model? If so, why hadn’t she been attending the class; she had beenhome, I was sure, on Wednesdays. Or was she just posing for him betweenclasses? If so, when, and more importantly, what kind of posing? And why was I so upset that she might be posing for him? It could all be very innocent. But my imagination would not let it go!
I imagined a session. My wife ringing the door bell of his apartment. Eric opening the door, seeing her there, wrapped in her coat, her pale face flushed and smiling. Taking her bag and coat, examining what she was wearing (maybe it was last Saturday afternoon, when she said she was going to the library, and didn’t get back till late; what was she wearing then- probably a peasant blouse-yes, I remembered, a patterned peasant blouse, and her knee-length skirt- the thin one through which, if you were walking behind her, you could see her shifting buttocks quiver).
He would joke a bit to get her at ease, and then pretend to be serious about the technical and artistic side of the class, explaining to her the weeks lesson, asking if she had questions. But at the same time, working at his real priority: filling and refilling her glass with red wine, brushing against her arm when he pointed to his notes, or better yet, placing his notes on his leg so that, if she pointed at a section, her finger would be pointing right at his you know what- he must have loved it when she perhaps blushed a little.
Then picking up the camera and quickly snapping some shots of her, brushing her hair back from her face. Telling her she was so beautiful, and asking her to go to his bedroom where the lighting was so much better. In the bedroom, he would be the one pushing her hair into place, guiding her face and neck into position, hands lingering on her shoulders and waist. Would he dare in the first session to suggest she go topless? Would Samina with a serious look on her face, even object to pulling off her blouse and unhook her bra and let her breasts free for him to see and enjoy?
I stopped myself from torturing myself anymore. I didn’t know for sure she was getting photographed by him. And if she was, it was probably very professional- all this wine and touching crap was nonsense. Samina wasn’t the type of woman who was into this third rate romance novel type scene, and she was far to sensible to fool around with a man who worked for the same company as I did, albeit not for much longer, and would in some respects be looking to get even with me, for firing him.
Samina came in about a half hour later. She smiled at me but didn’t approach where I was sitting in the living room, instead walking back to our bedroom. I waited a minute then joined her. She was leaning into her closet, her empty bag at her feet. I noticed that her hair looked wet.
I sat on the bed, took a deep breath, and asked, “darling, are you helping Eric Stern with his photography?”
She looked at me and said, “why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, I just noticed that his class required a model and remembered that you had been with him when he registered and wondered if he had asked you to model for him?”
“Well as a matter of fact, yes,: she said hurriedly, “except it’s too narrow to call me a model; basically, the way I see it, I get the opportunity to take a photography class without having to pay or go to all the lectures. In fact, I was just over at Eric's, and he showed me about focus and lighting black and white and colour.
”Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you d be this way- like I was just a model. I was afraid that you might think I wanted to go to bed with him, and tell me not to see him.” Samina sounded a little upset that I was behaving like I did not trust her.
“Samina, I wouldn’t have minded; it’s just a surprise that you would want to spend time with Eric.”
“Why?”
“Come on, Samina, He s a creep. You said yourself he s practically a dirty old man. You don t mind him hanging all around you with a camera?” I was incredulous.
“See. There you go. I already said we spend most of the time on technical aspects. When we do take pictures, I take turns with him sitting or shooting. And they’re not dirty; it's almost all different angles of face portraits, looking at lighting and shadow. Eric s not dirty either, he’s surprisingly artistic. It’s true that he s old fashioned and a bit sexist, but if I want to change people's minds about women, I need to deal with people with the wrong attitudes. He’s not the problem; you are the problem. You don’t trust me to make the right decision about Eric. Well I don't need you to protect me from Eric or anyone else looking at me, for God’s sake, or taking a few pictures.” Samina sounded really upset.
She was really mad, and it took me few minutes to calm her down, to convince her that I didn’t mind, that it was good she had an interest in photography. And that I looked forward to seeing some photos eventually, because we didn’t have enough good recent pictures of her.
“Good, because, like I said, traditional head shots are all that we’ve gotten to. And I apologize for not mentioning this to you. Tomorrow the class is going for a field trip to the mountains for some outdoor portraiture. I don t usually go to the group meetings, but I told Eric I would go. We’re driving down in the morning and will be gone most of the day. Just so you know.” Samina said, her voice calmer now.
“Of course darling, I hope you have a good photography session. I am sorry I got worried.” I said. “It's just that...well.... Eric is....you know.....”
Samina didn't let me finish my sentence. “I know what you mean Umer, and don't worry, I will never do anything that will jeopardize your career, or your standing in your company. Trust me!”
“I trust you completely Samina.” I said hugging her. “And I really am sorry!”
The next morning, Samina up when it was still dark, showered, and packed a bag. She went out of the room, and a few minutes later I heard a car pull up. I got out of bed and peered out between the curtains. It was Stern's sports car. Samina opened the passenger door and climbed in. The car pulled away. I couldn’t sleep, and got up,shaved and ate breakfast.
My jealousy, that I had shelved since the last evening, was eating at me. I needed to do something. I considered snooping in Samina s closet to see what clothes she had taken- but they were going outdoors, and she wouldn’t be dragging around bikinis for that kind of shoot.
I noticed that Samina had left her ordinary backpack in favor of a duffel bag, and decided to go through it. Maybe Eric had already developed some of the famous facial portraits, and she had some, or maybe his lecture notes so I could know when the class was moving to full body photography. There wasn’t anything photography related, though... except Samina had left her keys, and there was a strange key on the chain, with a plastic cover that read The Bellagio.
The Bellagio, was Eric Stern's apartment building, a high-rise luxury condominium building. Why did she have the key? They hadn’t known one another long enough for her to be his full-fledged mistress already, that was my first thought. But I decided that it was probably for her to use on the elevator (I'd been to a party at Stern's, and remembered you usually had to call up and wait if you did not have a key to let yourself). I wondered if it also worked on his door. In the mood I was in, I had to do something and decided I would find out. But a thought kept nagging at me, why was Eric any different from all the other men she had been with? Why was is that the thought her sleeping with him was so humiliating and arousing at the same time? Was she doing it deliberately to humiliate me? It did seem that she had gotten more and more interested in humiliating me.
An hour later I was at the Bellagio. Some people were going into the lobby. I followed them closely in, passed the doorman in the lobby, and got in the elevator with them. They exited on the 6th floor. Stern lived on the 8th. There was no one on his hall, so I walked down to his door and tried the key. It fit. I was an adrenaline, and arousal high, and was careful to quietly shut the door behind me and walk carefully. I quickly looked around his living room and den. A briefcase was lying on a coffee table, open. There was a folder inside labelled Photo 304, but all that was in it was a registration form and some handouts.
I hoped he hadn’t taken everything. Probably took his camera, of course. I was now down the hall and looking into his bedroom. There was a professional looking lighting system on a stand, and one of those umbrella like reflectors. They were pushed near the side of his large bed. On top of the bed was a shoebox. Written on a strip of tape on the lid was photo 304, non-portfolio extras: Samina. Inside the box were two 8 by 11 manila envelopes, each labelled with a date (the previous Saturday and that Friday). There were also receipts to a 24 hour photo processing shops. I wondered why Eric had not purchased a color printer to print the photographs himself, then recalled that no printer could as yet match the printing performance of a professional printing shop.
I carefully opened the folder from last Saturday- the first session that I had imagined. There were about 30 or 40 5 by 7 pictures inside. I gathered them on the bed, face down in a pile, and went through them in sequence. The first few pictures were pictures of my Samina's face; she was smiling and looking at the camera and was evidently sitting on the bed; the background matched the room's wall. There were a few side views. Samina had evidently taken over next, there were several shots of Eric grinning. Behind him in the pictures were the lighting set up, so she must have still been sitting on the bed, with him standing.
Samina was back as the model in the next three pictures. She was standing up, her back to the full length mirror that lined the inside of the bedroom door. In the first of these her arms were at her sides, then on her hips, in the last she was holding her hair piled above her head, and laughing or smiling wide. The next shot was of Samina photographing; she must have snapped herself in the mirror. Then there was another mirror shot, but with Eric standing next to my wife; it was from closer, only capturing them from the waist up. He was looking at her with a quizzical smile on his face.
In the next picture, he must have been standing behind her; you could only see his two arms angling out from behind her like she was a four-armed statue. I laughed nervously; it was a clever effect. As was the next one, where his head was leaning on her shoulder from behind, his body still hidden. This picture was blurry, like she had been laughing and the camera had shaken. The next picture was also blurry. It was angled down so you could only see Samina from the chin down. Eric's head and hands were gone.
Then- and my hand and heart froze- in the next picture, Eric was partially back in the mirrored scene. His left arm was around Samina's waist, and in his right hand he was holding Samina's white bra. He had manoeuvred his hands up the back of her shirt and unhooked her, and she had stood there laughing and taking a picture. The picture captured his grin as he held the bra up by its strap like it was the holy grail. There was a break away from reflected pictures; the next in sequence was- it was hard to make out, but seemed to be the top of Eric's head, and below it, one of my wife s feet. She had apparently lifted it, and he was kneeling to take off her shoe.
Suddenly, I looked at the picture gain, and realized he was grasping something white down by her shoe. The subsequent photo made it clear that Eric had kneeled down in front of Samina, in order to reach up her skirt and pull down her panties. Samina had lifted her feet to let him extricate them from off her ankles. Now he had her bra in one hand and her panties in the other. Eric was a fast mover, that much was certain.
They must have set up the camera on a tripod, and set some kind of repeat timer mode, because the rest of the pictures in the pile were from the same distance and angle, and showed Samina and Eric together on the bed. They were both nude. In the first of these shots, they were sitting facing one another (the camera had captured a side view) their legs extended, bent so each of their knees were even with the other s waist. Samina's legs were over Eric's. Samina was leaning back and had her neck and head bent back. Eric was hunched towards her and was holding one of her big tits in each of his hands, supporting them in his palms as if he were weighing them. Even from the pictures you could tell her nipples were swollen and protruding. The next picture showed Eric sucking, or biting on Samina’s right breast. Her head was still thrown back, and her lips parted slightly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next picture was a blur of unidentifiable limbs and sheets, but in the next shot you could see that Samina and Eric had shifted positions. They were lying next to each other, their heads back away from the camera and slightly elevated against the wall. Their faces were pressed together and their mouths were locked in a kiss. Their lower torsos faced the camera lens, their legs were spread. Samina s arm reached between Eric’s legs and vice versa. My wife had a grip on Eric s huge semi-firm cock, and from the angle of her arm, seemed to be pulling on it to try and stretch it even longer. Eric’s pointer and middle finger were rubbing Samina's pussy lips. The next photo was more of the same. They were still kissing. Eric's big dick was now burstingly erect, and Samina had moved her hand to cup his fat balls. Meanwhile. Eric’s fingers had disappeared, down past the knuckles, into Samina s pussy hole; his thumb was bent down between her buns and looked to be working its way into her anus.

The next picture had gone off just before Eric penetrated my wife. He had climbed on top of her and her long legs were hooked over his shoulders. Eric was reaching beneath his belly to grasp his long, thick cock and guide it towards Samina's swollen cunt; she was holding her pussy lips apart with her right hand- her left arm was clutching his waist. And her pretty face was peering over his shoulder, a look of anticipation- so it seemed- in her shining eyes.
The remainder of the pictures showed Eric fucking, riding, pounding, (take your pick) my beautiful young wife. They are all appropriate descriptions. The camera captured some of the energy of their coupling- in the straining muscles in his back and her arms and the wild blank stare in Samina's eyes and the way Eric’s thrusts pushed her ass down into the cushion then bounced it off the bed.
Suddenly the pictures stopped, and there were no pictures of post-coital cuddling, or Samina dressing to leave, or kissing good bye. Maybe because they were already anticipating the following week's session, and the rest of the semester. I didn’t even open the following week's envelope. I had seen enough, gotten what I come for (gotten what I had coming to me). I just wanted to replace the evidence, sneak out, and go home to think about what I had feared and now knew was true.
As I drove home, my mind was once again conflicted. On the one had, I was humiliated that Samina had been so easily seduced by Eric, yet on the other hand, my dick was rock hard and throbbing. I was a little worried why Samina had lied to me, yet, I felt that she had done the right thing and would soon tell me the truth, there had to have been a very good reason why she was keeping it from me, I consoled myself, trying to concentrate on my driving.
I did not go straight home, but stopped off at a coffee shop, and had some coffee, as I sat in a corner chair, trying to get my thoughts straight. I must have sat there for about 2 hours, as my thoughts unravelled from a jumble, and into something coherent. The more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that Samina really had no other choice. If she had talked to me about it first, I would almost certainly have said no, and tried to talk her out of fucking Eric. But she knew me better than I did, in that respect. She knew that once she presented me with a fait accompli, I would not only be okay with it, I would in fact think it was great idea, much the same way as I did when she had shown me those photographs taken when she had first fucked another man. And that had worked out beautifully.
I returned home, much relieved and calm. I was totally in awe of Samina, she was brilliant, and knew exactly how to do things. Never again would I question her judgement. Besides I told myself, as her cuckold it was not my place to question her, and also I had promised her that I would never stop her from sleeping with any man she wanted to sleep with. By not telling me about Eric, she had kept me from breaking that promise. And I was certain that she would soon keep her own promise that she would always tell me when she had been with another man.
I got home, and did some gardening, before cleaning up the place. I had no idea when Samina would be returning, and around 8 pm. had a light dinner, before turning on my laptop and getting some office work done. It was then that I noticed that the deeper I had gotten into being a cuckold, the more productive I seem to be at work. My boss had noted on several occasions, that the quality of my work, which was already quite high, seemed to have gone through the roof, and I wondered if there was any connection.
It was just after 11 pm. when I finished going over and amending the latest set of specifications for our new product line testing and quality assurance procedures, and had just shutdown the laptop when I heard Samina walk in thorough the front door. Along with her, I saw Eric come in as well, carrying her bag.
“Would you like some coffee, or something to drink Eric?” Asked Samina, as they entered the living room.
“No thanks, Samina, I think I'll head for home, it's been a long day.” Said Eric.
I came out into the living room, and Eric offered to shake hands with me, and I noticed a grin on his face as we shook hands.
“Thanks for everything Samina!” Eric called out as he walked towards the entrance.
“My pleasure Eric, anytime,” said Samina sweetly.
Samina smiled, walked over to me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Hi sweetie.” She said. I noticed she had changed clothes. In the morning she had left dressed in a pair of denim capris, and a sleeveless cotton top. Now she was wearing a pair of mid-thigh cotton shorts, and cotton tank top.
“Hello darling,”I said, “have a nice shoot?” I wondered just how much she and Eric had done that day.
“It was great, the weather was perfect, and we got some really nice photographs. I am sure Eric will get an A+. He really is a natural you know. You have no idea how easy he makes it look.” Samina said, putting away her bag.
I only smiled and nodded. “If you only knew just how much of an idea I have!” I thought.
“Would you like some dinner?” I asked.
“No thanks darling, we got something to eat earlier, right now, I am so tired, all I want is to soak in some hot water and then head to bed.” Samina said, and I nodded.
I went to bed, while Samina lay in the tub, soaking for about 20 minutes, after which I heard the the shower run, and soon Samina was in bed besides me.
“So tell me all about it. How did it go? What kind shots did you guys take?” I said. It took all my will power for me not to blurt out that I had seen pictures of her and Eric together, and now wanted to know everything.
“Oh it was pretty much the usual stuff. Only outside.” Said Samina nonchalantly, and my cock jumped.
I wondered if they had actually fucked outside. My cock throbbed in anticipation of that. “Really? What kind of poses did he have you do?” I asked.
“Well it started out pretty normal stuff, just me walking, and looking around, just natural shots, nothing posed.” Samina said. “Eric wanted to capture how a woman looked just being herself.”
“Hmmm... I see,” I said. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“It was, you should see the photographs, they are fantastic!” Samina sounded confident and happy.
“I can't wait to see them. I hope you will show them to me soon.” I said.
“In a day or two, Eric will let me have them.” Samina said, and with that she turned over and was soon fast asleep.
I was disappointed, as I hoped that she would tell me more, maybe even admit to sleeping with Eric, but alas she did no such thing. One other thought that occurred to me was that she must have developed a real trust with Eric, not to care that he had incriminating photographs of her. I made a mental note to ask her about that whenever she admitted to their existence.
The next two days were spent normally. You know doing the things husbands and wives do. We went to some friends for dinner, worked around the house, and did the thousand and one other small chores that needed to be done. I was a bundle of nerves always on edge hoping that Samina would finally confess. But she did not, in fact she went on as if nothing had happened. To make matters worse she did even get physical with me, baring exchanging a few kisses here and there.
Then, on Wednesday, I came home early to find Eric's car parked outside. From the living room window, inside I saw him sitting next to Samina on the couch and they had were going over what looked like some photographs, sometimes laughing, sometimes exchanging serious comments. I observed them for a few minutes, and saw them exchange kisses and Eric fondle Samina's breasts through her blouse, Samina making no effort to stop him.
Finally, I decided to go in. As silently as possible I opened the unlocked door and walked in. I don't think they heard me come, as I could hear them talk.
“....you are amazing!” I heard Samina say laughingly.
“Well, from what you have told me, compared to Umer, I must be like a god in bed!” Eric laughed, and my cock jumped. So she had told him about my inadequacies!
Samina laughed. “You well-hung men are so lucky, I know, but I think us women are luckier that we get to enjoy you so much.”
Eric went silent. “These pictures are real keepers, and I promise you they will be safe with me. Are you sure Umer will be okay seeing them?”
“Oh don't worry about him. He will be fine.” Samina assured Eric.
“I wish I could be there to see his reaction, when you tell him. I love putting men in their proper place, and I think he really needs to be taken down a peg or two.” Eric said seriously. Samina didn't say anything to that comment, just collected the pictures and put them back in their envelopes.
“Hi!” I said, walking in cheerfully.
“Oh hi Umer.” Samina got up an walked up to me and kissed me hard.
“Hi Umer,” said Eric snickering.
“Hey Eric, good to see you again.” I said, trying to not let his superior, condescending attitude get to me.
“Well, I was just getting ready to leave,” said Eric to me, then turning to Samina, “I have to do one more photo set for the class next week, will you be available this coming weekend?”
“Of course Eric, I will gladly be there. What time?” Samina said happily.
“Oh around noonish on Saturday. I want to take some pictures of you by the lake.” Eric said, and Samina nodded.
We walked Eric out to his care. He kissed Samina on the cheek, and shook my hand, and snickered before driving away.
“How come Eric was here?” I asked Samina as we walked back hand in hand.
“Oh he came by to drop off the photographs.” Samina said. “Want to see them?”
“Of course I do!” I said eagerly, and Samina laughed.
We sat on the very same couch that Samina and Eric had been sitting on, only this time I sat where Eric had sat earlier. The photographs were in their envelops, of which there were 8. I waited expectantly as Samina arranged the envelopes in order.
Then she turned to me and smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes.” I said. “I am ready!”
Samina laughed again. “OK, but before you see these pictures, you should know that I have slept with Eric several times.”
“What?” I tried to pretend astonishment. “Why? When?”
“Because I wanted to. Ever since I saw him beat you racquetball, and I saw how well packed his shorts were, I have wanted him. He fucked me the very first day I went to him for his photography class.”
“But why? You said you wouldn't?” I said.
“No sweetie, I said I would never do anything to hurt your career or diminish your standing in your company. Sleeping with Eric did neither of those things.” Samina said simply.
“But Eric? How will I ever face him again?” I said softly, my cock fully hard now.
“What's the problem? So he knows he is fucking your wife. Big deal!” Samina snorted.
“But, its so humiliating for me! I mean I just fired the guy. And for the time he will be consulting for us, I will be his boss, his superior!” I explained.
“I know!” Samina laughed. “Isn't that the most delicious irony?”
“What?” I said flabbergasted.
“It's so ironic, that you are his boss in public, but in private he is your superior!” Samina snickered.
“Oh!” I said.
“Well your mind might be telling you one thing, but your cock, “said Samina squeezing my crotch, “is saying something else.”
“How can I face Eric, knowing full well.....” I could not complete my sentence.
“Knowing full well that he can take your wife places you never could?” Samina said squeezing my crotch again.
I could only nod my head in agreement.
“Oh honey don't worry, just treat him with respect and he will return the favor, well mostly he will, although I am sure he will no chance to let you know of his superiority, sexually speaking.” Samina said matter-of-factly.
My mouth dropped open at her casual take on all this. It was almost as if she was enjoying herself. And quick look at the smile on her face told me that she was enjoying my discomfort.
“Now lets look at these pictures, I had a blast having them taken, I hope you enjoy looking at them just as much!” Samina said as the opened the first envelop.
Over the next 2 hours we proceeded to go over more than 400 photographs. I saw Samina fucking, and sucking Eric in every room of his apartment, outside on the balcony, in the open air, when they had gone on their outdoor photo-shoot, on the beach, in the water. With each picture, Samina gave me details of what happened, how much she enjoyed herself, and just how magnificent Eric's cock felt in her. She did not pull any punches and gave me all the gory details, in effect knocking more holes in my final wall of malehood. She laughed when she told me how deep he had gone in her, or how wide he had stretched her, or how each of his testicles felt almost as big as both of mine put together. She got a dreamy look in her eyes, when she described, in agonizing detail, how it felt orgasming on Eric's cock, and she squeezed my crotch hard when she told me just how much she loved having big cocks fuck her.
By the end of the photo show, I was a blubbering wreck. So aroused was I by the photographs and Samina's accompanying commentary, that I could barely form a coherent sentence. Samina took notice of that and laughed a little.
“Why don't you take your little dick out and I'll jerk you off sweetie!” She said sweetly.
“Oh would you please?” I implored her, unzipping my trousers.
“Of course sweetie.” She said reaching into my underwear and grabbing hold of my erect dick.
Her grip felt wonderful, and I sighed. “Ohhhh!”
Samina took it out of my underwear and gripped it hard. Then she said, “you know I held Eric's cock in my hand too, and it was this thick,” she loosened her grip and formed a circle what was at least twice as wide as my cock was, and then she held a palm a good 4 inches above the tip of my penis and said, “and at least this long!”
“Wow!” I whispered.
Samina laughed. “But it was not anywhere near as cute, or cuddly as yours. While yours like a gerbil, his is more like a Doberman!” My cock twitched, and she squeezed it hard.
Then she started masturbating me, holding a wad of tissue paper on the tip. It was not long, before I felt my cock stiffen and ejaculate, a wet spot growing progressively bigger. “Ahhhhh!” I cried out softly. “Ohhhh Samina that felt amazing!”
Samina smiled and said, “I am glad it did darling. I enjoy giving you pleasure!”
My professional relationship with Eric experienced a subtle shift. I was more respectful of his opinions but it did not in anyway hamper our company, as his advice and recommendations were spot on, and in the office, he did not do anything to indicate that he was fucking my wife. Outside, however Eric lost no opportunity to drop hints at how much of a better lover he was. In fact on more than on occasion he mentioned Samina, but always indirectly hinting that he had been fucking, then when he could see that I knew what he was talking about, he would always give me a snicker of superiority.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Oh and about Samina trusting him with the photographs? Well, I asked her about it and she said that no matter what issues I may have with Eric, the fact was the she was convinced that he was reliable person and she believed him, when he said that the photographs would not leave his computer. And I guess they have not, because so far there has no been indication from anyone we know that they have seen those pictures, fortunately it appears that not only did Eric keep the pictures encrypted on his hard drive, he had actually developed them himself as well, and did not trust them to the people working in the development center, which was owned by a friend of his, and whom he convinced that he had to develop pictures himself for the class.

Unlike her previous lovers, Eric is still part of Samina's sex life, although the frequency with which they meet has gone down significantly. But they still get together now and then. Shortly after Samina showed me the photographs, Eric requested me to cancel his consulting contract, as he wanted to take a few months off, before returning to the work force. Today he is the head of marketing for a major department store chain, and has a string of girlfriends, 4 of whom (including Samina) are married women!
Well for me, Samina's sleeping with Eric was another milestone. It was clear, that one Samina did not care what I thought about a man, if she was in lust with someone, she would make it happen. Her main concern was her own comfort level with a guy, and if that was OK, she would do it. Her take of my feeling towards her sleeping with Eric was spot on. And since then I have never doubted her judgement. In fact there have been men she has been really attracted to, and has not approached or given the time of day to, just because as she put it, she got bad vibes from them.
it’s foolish to think that
So far, I had often heard or read that women don’t care about a man’s looks, sexual ability or penis size. And it’s usually a man who would say such things. I know believe that these beliefs are just wishful thinking on the part of men. Females are very much attracted to beauty; they are also attracted to strength and penis size. Until recently, when women were asked if penis size mattered, their answer was, “No.” If asked about the importance of physical appearance, their answer was, “Not important.” If asked how often they thought about having sex with another man, they said, “Never.” Even when asked about the importance of money, their answer was, “It doesn’t matter.” Why? Because that’s what men wanted to hear. But after knowing that Samina had enjoyed fucking Eric, I was convinced that for penis size, and sexual prowess trumped all his other qualities. He was not tall, he was not good looking, he was rich, but not excessively, he did not buy her any expensive gifts, yet she loved fucking him. How could a man with a small penis, and average or perhaps just below average staying and recovery power compete sexually? You may want to believe that the size of a man’s penis doesn’t matter, but I know for a fact that it matters a lot! And there is no sugar coating the fact that if you mother nature has been kind some, and unkind to others, I had to accept that being in the latter category was my misfortune!
Much later, one day, I asked Samina about why penis size matter and she quite matter of factly explained that it common sense. If you stick your finger into an empty mason jar you don’t feel anything, do you? A larger, thicker penis could reach areas and stimulate in way that a small one could not. A small penis can be frustrating, she had told me, and completely unfulfilling.
I also came to the conclusion that we guys aren’t worried that our partners will get stretched out from sleeping with other guys; we are afraid that our partners will find more enjoyable penises. We men, are afraid that our penis is going to be compared to other penises. If you have been blessed with a big one, you won't care, if not, then either you will constantly worry about it, or you will accept it and go on with your life much contented. I think by the time Samina had slept with Eric, I had reached that point for certain.
About a month or so after her relationship with Eric tapered off somewhat, , while shopping at a clothing store she jokingly picked up this skimpy dress and said giggling "This is the dress I need!"
I asked her to try it on for size, and if it fit she should get it. When she walked out of the fitting room to show me the new outfit on, I was simply floored. The dress stopped at least 10 inches above her knees. It was tight and showed off her shapely upper thighs and the profile of her hips. Also it barely covered her upper breasts. I noticed how she turned the head of these guys who were hanging around the fitting room. We bought it immediately. Alas, no idea that the dress would be instrumental in another huge hole being punched through that final, crumbling, wall of male sexual form that was still keeping my true psyche from become free.
Samina wore the dress for the first time, when we went to dinner together. She liked it so much, that she bought several others just like it. Samina always maintained that while she was not an exhibitionist in the true sense of the word, she loved wearing revealing clothes, that showed as much as possible, without showing everything! In a weird way seeing her in those outfits never failed to stir me. I was proud to have her and at the same time felt helpless in not being able to stop her as she became more and more assertive and confident in her approach.
I was turned on even more so because of it and that in turn would further fuel the fire of jealousy and helplessness. I felt many times when we went out dancing or to parties with friends or colleagues from work, it was as if I was a mere spectator among many and she was the main attraction. So I found the easy way around the conflict brewing inside me. I would compliment her on her looks and her wardrobe. What else could I do?
That brings us to the main thrust of the story. That Friday, started out just like any other day. I thought Samina and I were going to be going for a night out in town dinner, and dancing, followed by one of our traditional, if increasingly less frequent bouts of love making, However, when I got home from work, Samina, informed me that Ron, one of her coworkers, who had quit as few days earlier and would be moving to Michigan in a few days, was coming to our house for dinner. She said she had always liked Ron, and wanted to give him a goodbye dinner.
Having met Ron on couple of occasions, he came across as being quite arrogant. He was a big headed, self-centered sort of guy who thought he was a gift to women. I remembered that at her company's New Year party how he was flirting with Samina. He had pissed me off on more than few occasions. The guy didn't seem to care how inappropriate it was for him to behave that way at a company function. If he wasn't feeling her up on the dance floor he was making crude remarks about Samina' breasts and her panties or running his hands on her butt and so on. I remember finally I had to peel Samina out of his paws as we left the party. Had he been anyone but a co-worker of her's I don't think I would have been this upset, but the fact was that his behavior, while no doubt detrimental to his own career, could also seriously impact Samina's negatively, and I was a little surprised that she did not stop him from behaving that way.
Yet...I knew his confidence, as annoying as he was to me and other guys (married ones specially), he was a stud. I had heard on more than one occasion Samina talk about stories circulating around at her office about his supposed wild romps with different females who worked there. The stories as juiced up as they might have been, told of his endless stamina, a huge cock to boot and how he would drench, no flood his female 'victims' with cum before he was done with them. I knew on a few occasions I had seen a certain glimmer in Samina's eyes while she recounted such accounts to me. I discounted it as just female jest, there was no way she would sleep with someone from her workplace, that kind of thing is never a good idea, both of us had agreed.
Over a period of time these accounts did nothing but make me feel aroused and humiliated, particularly, since Samina had this look of intense desire as she talked about them. I mean, by now you all know, that I am not a stud by any measure, size, or stamina, or the amount of my offering to my woman. I couldn't help but think of the yearnings in Samina's eyes as she described Ron's antics, as her way of reinforcing just how little I could pleasure her. And now here he was coming to our house for dinner. I knew Samina must have something in mind, and now that he was no longer her co-worker, the main hurdle keeping her from sleeping with him, was gone. So I was sure that I would be in for a humiliating night, the thought made my mind worry, and my penis jump!
As it approached the time for Ron to arrive I found myself getting increasingly uneasy with anticipation. Samina, was upstairs in the shower getting ready. She giggled a lot, and gave me knowing looks, but would not say anything. She just seemed like she couldn't wait as she told me to fire up the grill for some steaks. I was anxious beyond measure and worse, I could not pinpoint the source of my anxieties, already I was feeling like she she was teasing me. On one hand I was not too worried about having a single guy, a sex stud no less, around my wife while she was all decked out, but on the other hand I was surprising myself, to point of shock. With each passing moment I was getting aroused with possibilities and probabilities of what he might try tonight Samina, and how I would enjoy seeing them together. I loved seeing Samina with other men, but other the pictures, I had not seen anything of her with Eric, I wanted to it all in real life!
I was in middle of much turmoil when I heard a car pull in our drive way. I had no plans, no preconceived notions of what I was going to do. It was simply an impulse, a crazy unplanned reaction. I ran down in the basement and ignored the door bell. I knew Samina had just walked out of the shower before the bell rang. But I wanted her to receive him.
After the third bell, Samina opened the bathroom door upstairs and yelled for me to answer the door. Receiving no immediate answer, she probably figured that I must be outside. She walked down the stairs. I cracked the basement door to see. To say I was shocked is a gross misrepresentation. I was frozen in place. She had a towel wrapped around her wet hair and had put on only a short white silk robe. The wet fabric of the robe clung on her breasts. As she passed in front of cracked door I got a glimpse of her hard nipples protruding out and how the robe having been tied at her waist was pulled dangerously up to her upper thighs. She knew it would be him. I was mesmerized by her look and the notion that she was going to open the door like that and let Ron in. Worse yet, I was mortified that by not opening the door myself I had caused my wife to come down, almost naked to let this guy in my house and what he might try to do right off the bat. But at least my suspicious were confirmed, she had either already slept with him, or intended to do so that night.
Samina opened the door. As she let Ron in, I watched with increasing arousal, as he gathered Samina, into his arms and kissed her full on her mouth. I just about shot my load, when Samina returned his kiss and I thought she even opened her mouth as I was peeping at them. After a long kiss, she put her hand on his chest and tried to push him away while giggling. "..mm.. Ron stop....Umer... is here ..." I could tell she was only being half-serious at best.
"Oh yeah right...where is he?" Ron challenged, but he wasn't letting her go. Still holding her by her waist tight against his crotch.
I couldn't process the information presented before me fast enough. I found it intensely arousing that her objection was not that they shouldn't be doing this, but that it was wrong because I was home. Had she allowed him to kiss her like that before? My penis got harder thinking about it! I wanted to walk out but I was embarrassed if I walked out right now I would not only displayed a tented crotch, but also, would have no choice but to have to deal with having to see both of them in a very awkward embrace which was .....well very humiliating for me. The only thing I could do was restrain myself to see what would develop next.
"Ahh come on baby he is probably outside!" I heard Ron tell Samina, as he kissed her once again
"Are you sure?" Samina giggled again.
I watched, helpless aroused, as my wife wantonly kissed her friend back mashing her mouth to his. When she had reached up and wrapped her hands around Ron's neck her short little robe exposed a little bit of her succulent butt. Ron didn't waste any time in letting his hand drop down over her exposed bottom and pulling her tight. I cannot tell you how erotic I found it all.
That's when it happened! He had turned his face side ways a little while kissing Samina. He was squeezing her naked butt cheeks! I had a full view, as her back was facing the cracked basement door. That was when while watching them I inadvertently pushed the door a little. The movement caught his eye and I was there standing at the threshold watching my wife, almost naked in his arms with him caressing her ass. We locked eyes! In that moment, with no words ever spoken.
I was presented with a choice. To accept the situation as it was and embarrass myself at his hand with the humiliation he was dishing out. He knew perfectly the dilemma he had me in. I numbly watched as he broke the kiss, keeping Samina facing the opposite way, he grinned at my predicament and he pushed his hands between her thighs. He never broke the stare as he rubbed her pussy. I heard a moan scope from Samina's mouth.
I was shocked. Time ceased to exist. After what seemed like an eternity I turned back towards the basement steps and quietly walked down.
"We have to stop!" I heard her whisper...giggling.
“Don't worry about your husband!” Ron said.
“It's not that, I need to go get changed!” Samina giggled again.
Now it had gotten worse. He knew that I saw them, and I didn't do anything. Wasn't that a permit for him to operate freely? Did he already know I was a cuckold, or did I just give myself away? I had to make myself breath, and think. At the same time I was painfully aware of the erection the obscenely manifested itself at my crotch? Oh god, had Ron seen that too? Did he know how aroused I was watching him enjoy Samina, as she openly threw herself at him? Was that what made him grin at me like that?
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my penis, and I decided that it was time for me to join them. I walked up the stairs again, making loud noises with each step. As I reached up I saw the two finally separated as he smiled at me knowingly. Samina didn't seem concerned about it,though she was clearly flushed. The two of them didn't say anything for what seemed forever but it was only just a few seconds although it was a noticeable pause.
After the usual pleasantries, I offered Ron a drink while Samina went to change. Ron was, as usual full of himself. He didn't mention seeing me through the cracked door but I had no doubt he did. He commented how sexy Samina was. I tried to play cool all the while I was burning inside with humiliation, knowing how easily Samina had let him fondle her.. I was glad when I heard Samina coming down. She had on the newest blouse and skirt she had bought recently.
The skirt was not just a mini skirt, it was a micro-mini. The blouse was some kind of clingy material. You couldn't see through it but her tits were perfectly outlined. She didn't seem even a little embarrassed by just how much or her was on display for Ron. But then why would she be embarrassed, I was certain that he goal was to seduce Ron, even if she had slept with him before, which I was fairly confident she had done too.
It was one thing for Samina to humiliate and tease me, but standing there with Ron, who was smirking at every opportunity, was too much for me. Even Eric had not been so open, and when he had hinted his dalliances with Samina, she not been around. This was completely different. So why didn't I want to stop it? Why did it feel right? Why did I feel that I was in my proper place? What the hell was going on with me?
I don't remember much about the dinner or the conversation other than Ron openly flirting with my wife, not caring I was there. In fact both of them behaved as if I was not there at all. He made comments about her tits and her ass. He even once alluded to his monster size. Samina giggled at his gestures, and thanked him for the compliments.
After having cleared the table we sat in the living room. Samina looked so enticing. I noticed Ron checking out Samina every chance he got, especially when she shifted position. Then he would zero in on her thighs to try and get a 'beaver shot. I could hardly blame him. I was trying to do the same thing, only less conspicuously.
"How about some music?" Ron said suddenly, as he sipped some cognac. He got up, and selected a CD. The music started and Ron asked Samina, if she would like to dance. As it turned out he was an accomplished a dancer, and soon he and Samina were up and dancing. I sat across the way with a raging hard-on. My cock literally ached when they got up to dance, as Samina clinged to Ron.
Ron took Samina by the hand and led her to the open floor. Toward the end of the song, he let one hand slide down to her tight ass, and she shifted her body to get even closer to him. Samina didn't withdraw as Ron drew her close, but she kept flashing glances at me to see how I was reacting. I tried to maintain a poker face, but I probably looked like a pile of jelly as Samina slowly started warming up to him.
They seemed to be totally oblivious to my presence and took a break only to down another drink before they resumed dancing. As the night wore on, they danced more suggestively. Samina was rubbing her breasts against his chest and then she turned and wiggled her ass against the front of his slacks. He was holding her very closely as he let his hands run down her side and rest on her ass. I knew that he was feeling her naked tits flatten out against him and her bare ass cheeks beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
Samina, then straddled Ron's legs and hunched his thigh as they moved to the music. Right then the song ended and boy I was so thankful. I had large beads of sweat running down my forehead. The next song was a fast one. Samina was dancing very close to Ron as she moved to the rhythm of the beat. Then to my amazement she slowly moved into a squat position until her face was even with, and only inches from, his fly. I am sure he was as hard as a rock. I know I was! I couldn't believe my eyes. Was Samina going to blow the guy right there? Thankfully the song ended just then.
The new song was soft and slow, and Samina melted into Ron's arms, his hands resting at the top of her fine ass and hers resting around his neck. As they danced they began kissing. Neither of them attempted to be discrete. Their hands began seeking other body parts. At one point during that song Ron turned Samina around. While standing behind he reached around her. As she stretched her arms above her head to reach around his neck her large breasts threatened to pop out of that ridiculously tight top. Samina tilted her head back and Ron leaned over to hungrily her, and she kissed back.
I got up, I needed another drink. With my legs feeling like jelly, I went to our mini bar to get some drinks, Ron grabbed Samina's waist and pulled her to himself and kissed her hard on her mouth. I could still see them clearly in the bar mirror as he drew his face close to hers to engage in a conversation that I could not hear. I could only imagine what they were saying, but I guessed he was trying to figure out how he could get her undressed
Then out of nowhere, as if it were pre-arranged, Ron let go of Samina, and excused him to go to the bathroom. Samina came to me and grabbed my head and started kissing me. Now I wasn't complaining. I was horny to the extreme. She didn't even try to stop me when I started rubbing her thigh, even though Ron could be coming back any moment. That surprised me very much. Samina was prone to having her lovers seeing me in any sexual contact with her. Then she surprised me more when she opened her legs a little to give me better access. I knew she was ready for my cock right then and I was wishing Ron would leave
After about 5 minutes kissing, and just before my hand found the Promised Land, Samina broke the kiss and went to my ear with her tongue. She circled my ear with her wet tongue. Her hot breath was directed right into my ear. My cock was raging. My hard-on was about to bust through my pants when she stopped licking and cooed into my ear, "would you like to watch me fuck Ron?"
My body jerked when she said that. I almost shot my load right then to hear my sweet wife make such a suggestion. I was frozen in place, as she continued, "mm..do you honey?Do you want to watch me drive Ron crazy with my tongue?” She whispered into my ear.
"Oh.....I....I....I.... I would..dddd...l..lll.ove that Samina, do whatever you want with him! But pleaseee, pleaseee let me watch!" I tried not to be incoherent.

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"Oh darling, you can watch, but promise you will not interfere in anyway!" Samina said in an emphatic whisper.

".O...O....Okayyy?" I managed to blurt out, my legs quivering.
"You can always have me, you can have me afterwards!" Samina smiled at me, pushing my hand away from her crotch.
My stomach did a flip-flop when she said that but my cock grew even bigger if that was possible. ".You....you want to get it on with Ron,...then...with me? " I whispered into her ear.
Samina just moaned. "Oh yes honey! ..Ron wants to fuck me. And I want you watch, then you can have your turn too! I want you be my wimp tonight, and let Ron have his way with me! Before its your turn to....”
The word wimp floored me. What did she mean by that? I was curious as hell, but I found myself saying,"I...I'll go somewhere while Ron fucks you." It suddenly occurred to me, that while Samina may not mind me watching that Ron would probably not want me around.
"Ron..wants you to be here..He wants you to ...to..watch.....Why else would I have said I want you to watch?" She hissed in my ear.
I looked at her. Shocked to the core. "He..told you that? He wants to fuck you ...in front of me?"
Samina looked into my eyes, and said, "yes! He wants you to watch, and want you to be there too!" Samina hissed again, but looking me square in the eye, “okay darling?” "I want you to be here"
I looked at her, my body shaking, before whispering a soft, “yes!" I barely heard myself
"I'm glad you're not going to leave!" she whispered back. “I wouldn't like that. I want to feel Ron's cock in my pussy. And I want you to know he's fucking me. This time won't be like any of the other times you have watched me. This time will be different." she was whispering in my ears again, her voice hissing.
“How?” I asked, a lump in my throat, as I swallowed.
"I want you to watch him do it. He already knows you are a cuckold, I told him the first time we fucked, she licked my ear. But she didn't answer my question about how this time would be any different.
I felt like I was on fire. I was numb, mesmerized by the sudden turn of events which were unfolding before my eyes. In a way Samina was right, already this night have been unlike any other.
Samina licked my ear again and whispered, "Do you wonder how big his cock is?"
"Oooooohhhhh, honey....I I dunno .. " I nearly ejaculated in my pants.
"Is my cuckold husband going to cum when Ron fucks his hot little wife? Making her his slut! Is you little cock going to erupt?" Samina giggled, and I just groaned again.
My stomach was churning by now, and all I could say was, “ooohhhh!”"
Then Samina moaned a little. Clearly she was as turned on as I was. She grabbed my hand, and pulled it up to her pussy and said, "the next time you feel this will be I after Ron has made me his slut! And you will be cuckolded once again. Maybe I will want to give you some sloppy seconds." She hissed again, and my legs felt so weak that I nearly collapsed.
It was all I could do to keep from cumming in my pants. All I heard, was the word "yes," echo out repeatedly into my ears. I wondered if it had even come out of my own mouth.
Suddenly I became aware of Ron's figure towering over us. He had that smirk on his face look down at me with that knowing look. I felt like he was telling me " yeah I am going to fuck your wife, like you never can, right here in front of you and there isn't anything you can do about it!"
I felt humiliated and aroused at the same time. I couldn't understand what was happening, or why I wanted it to go on, but I knew this was for real and I was ready for it to happen. Ready to be put in my proper place as it were. Somehow, I knew tonight would be another defining moment in my progression towards being a total cuckold.
Ron grabbed Samina and pulled her into his arms rather roughly and they started to dance again. By the end of that dance Ron was openly pressing Samina, to him as they kissed, his hands cupping and fondling her ass. My cock was hard as Samina looked up at me, smiled, and then began kissing Ron again. Three songs later they returned to the sofa, this time Ron falling in alongside my wife who slid onto the sofa next to me.
I watched from the sofa, as Samina and Ron made out. I admit their kissing was very hot. Samina was moaning into Ron's mouth and grinding her skirted ass into Ron's hard cock. At the same time, Ron pulled her hips back to him with one hand as if they were already fucking and squeezed her breasts with the other.
Ron looked straight at me as he cupped Samina's breasts. He knew exactly what he wanted and he didn't care that he was taking her in front of me. He wanted to humiliate me and fuck her at the same time and he was well on his way to achieving both goals. I watched as he fondled her breasts while looking straight at me. "She looks like a fuck machine since!" Oh my god, I knew he was right, she was an insatiable fuck machine, who needed big cocks to satisfy her.
Samina turned to me and began kissing me and even rubbed my throbbing cock as she asked me if I was having as good as time as she was.
"I..y.....ye......yeah....yeah,” was ...all I could muster. My voice sounded like it was coming from bottom of a deep pit. When I told her that, she looked deep into my eyes and told me to move to the loveseat across from them and watch. I saw Ron smirking at me as I got up and moved across from them on the the loveseat.
I saw Samina turn and face Ron, and then she let her legs spread a little I could see almost all the way up her skirt now. Then she grabbed his head, and immediately started kissing him. As she did, she spread her legs even more. I was sitting there practically panting, watching them kiss. Ron's eyes opened and he looked at me as he reached up and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were trying to poke holes, in the material of her blouse and she let out a sigh as he gently squeezed her breasts, and then lightly pinched the nipples, one after the other.
Suddenly, Samina's breasts were in full view, as her blouse was all but off her shoulders. Ron's hands were playing with one tit and then the other as they kissed. I sat there like a statue, with an aching erection watching my slutty wife and her friend enjoy themselves.
Samina groped Ron's cock through his pants, her hands trying to get to his zipper. . Ron bent down and placed his mouth over her right breast, and I saw him suck hard on as much of the breast, as he could get into his mouth. Samina moaned as he did that. Samina has been blessed with super-sensitive nipples, and I was sure she was in heaven as Ron sucked on her breast. He then raised up and pinched her nipple again, only this time he gave it a really hard pinch. Samina let out another moan and slid down a little on the couch, causing her skirt to slide up, and her legs spread wider. Now, I could clearly see her cunt. I could see that she was already very wet and pussy juice was leaking out the bottom of her slit.
By now Samina's blouse was fully open and pushed back. I could not get over how erotic it was, her letting Ron bite and suck her tits. I knew he was purposely leaving marks that would not go away before I had to see them up close. I would be looking at those love bites for days and know that they weren't put there by me.
Samina was almost constantly moaning and squirming around on the couch under Ron's biting and squeezing. She was clearly ready for his cock. It was then I noticed that she was fumbling at his crotch, trying to get his pants undone. Ron sat back on the couch and let her finish getting his pants open. He then raised up so she could pull them down and expose his cock. I heard her squeal, before I saw the monster of a cock emerges. It was easily over already well over 7 inches long and not even fully hard! Samina continued to moan and squeal, she just wanted his cock in her.
Samina started stroking his cock and trying to pull him down on top of her. It was obviously an awkward movement. Ron stopped her. He stood up and ordered her to lay down and put her left foot on the back of the couch and leave her right foot on the floor. She couldn't move fast enough to follow his command. As she was lying back she pulled her skirt up further so she could spread herself wide for him. I was going crazy watching my wife so willingly spread herself for Ron. It was erotic, so arousing, and so belittling all at once.
I've never seen anything sexier in my life. My beautiful wife preparing herself for another man while I watched, is a sight that is still among the two or three sexiest sights possible.
Suddenly, she looked at me and said, "why don't you can take your dick out and play with it?" I looked at her like she was nuts. Here she was, making out with another man, getting ready to fuck him, in front of me and on top of that she wanted me expose myself to him! I was surprised at her words, she had to have known how embarrassing it would be for me to show Ron, how tiny my own cock was compared to his. But I unfastened my pants and let my cock leap into the night air. It was hard as a steel rod and pointed straight up against my stomach. The front of my shirt got wet from all the cum and pre-cum it had been leaking for the last 15 or 20 minutes. I wasn't going to play with myself in front of them. I didn't need any more humiliation than she, no, both of them were dishing out.
Ron looked at my naked cock pointedly and laughed. “No wonder your wife needs other men to fuck her right!” Samina laughed with him, and I just sat there quietly.
He got on the couch between Samina's legs and asked "Do you want me to fuck you"?
"Yes, hurry." Samina panted
"Ask for it!" Demanded Ron
Samina didn't hesitate. "Oh god, pleaseeeesseee fuck me Rooooon!"
"With your husband watching?" Ron snickered
"I don't care. Just fuck me." Samina panted and moaned.
"Ask for it!" Ron demanded it.
"Oh, goddammit it Ron, please please fuck me while my husband watches you do it. Show him how a real man fucks! Show him that you are going to make his wife your slut! Show him how a real cock fucks!” Samina said in a hissing rush!
Ron laughed and lowered himself on her and started rubbing his cock up and down her slit just teasing her. Then Samina started rising up off of the couch trying to get his cock in her hole. She moaned, "Oh pleeeease put your cock in me. Pleeeeasse.."
Ron couldn't hold out any longer. He looked up at me, and said, “watch and learn!”. Then he bore down on Samina and pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. "Wow, your pussy is tight." he thrust further into her tight vagina.
I watched her jerk violently and her cheeks puff out as she attempted to scream. Ron drew back and lunged forward again ending my tight little wife's struggle with his massive cock. Ron's loaded and massive nut sack rested on her tiny anus. He was all the way in my wife. I watched as my wife grasped Ron's butt and pulled him into her harder. She had already adjusted to this new cock. She belonged to big cocks, and Ron's was certainly big! I listened to her repeated cries of pleasure knowing that he had never heard them when I had made love to her. But that night she seemed even more aroused than I had ever seen her before.
Then Samina, let out a gasp as Ron slammed into her as hard as he could, forcing his cock all the way into her dripping cunt. He drove her back smashing her into the couch and his balls slapped her ass. Then he just stayed there savoring the feeling of her hot pussy holding tightly to his shaft.
After a couple minutes he started fucking her with long, slow, hard strokes. Samina was crying out each time his balls slapped her ass. After 10 for 15 thrust into her cunt Samina started cumming. "Oh god yes Ron baby I'm cummmming. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yesssss yesss yessss!" She had never been vocal when we had sex, but she was crying out loudly now. She was cumming so very hard it was unbelievable. I cannot tell you how I felt at that moment. If there was term for wonderfully humiliated, I would use it, but as there is none, for that would be a contradiction in terms, I will say that I sat there feeling small, humiliated, as I rubbed my small cock, but I felt, big, proud, and overjoyed, seeing how much Samina was enjoying herself. Everything felt like it was all normal and fine.
All of a sudden I let out groan and cum spurted out the head of my cock. it. It exploded hard, all over my pants I felt it like a wave hitting me. I had never cum so hard in my life. It was wild and crazy, but I was cumming harder from watching my wife get fucked than when I was the one fucking her, or even when I had masturbated thinking of the times I had seen her get fucked.
I've never been so humiliated, or turned on, in my life. All of her talk was just making me hotter, even as it added to my humiliation. My cock didn't even begin to soften after that first eruption. After Samina's first orgasm, Ron started pumping her faster. He wasn't pulling almost all the way out then back in now, but he was still driving into her as hard as he could. Samina was grunting and moaning each time he drove his cock into her hungry hole. She looked so hot. Her eyes were glazed with lust.
"Fuck me harder Ron. Please fuck me as hard as you cannnnn." Samina half-screamed, half moaned, her voice a quivering beg.
As Ron kept pounding into her he lowered his head and bit into her tit. Samina gasped with the pain of the bite, but she grabbed his head and pulled him harder into her tits. Ron rose up and drove harder still into Samina, giving one last thrust like he was trying to push his cock into her stomach. This time he didn't pull back, but instead held his cock buried in my wife's pussy as he started pumping his cum into her juicy hole. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"
Samina grabbed his ass and cried out at the same time, "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING TOO!"
I was afraid the neighbors were going to hear and look out their window and see me watching my wife getting royally fucked. Finally it stopped. I was wet with sweat and cum from being so turned on. What seemed like hours had passed, when in fact only about 40 minutes had passed..
When he finished cumming, Ron just laid on top of Samina for a minute then got up and said, "Don't move."
What a terrible sight. I've never seen anything so vulgar, so erotic, and beautiful. Samina's wife spread wide open on the couch with another man's cum leaking from her luscious cunt. Ron stood up. Before I knew it he had silently walked up and was standing beside me. His cock, still large in its flaccid state was soaked, dripping cum and obscenely protruding out in front of him from side to side as he walked towards me, "well, it looks like you enjoyed the show! I hope you learnt some lessons to!”
I just sat there, shell shocked. The man had just fucked my wife in front of me and all I did was sit there and watch. Ron laughed at me and said , "your little slut wife has a sloppy cunt for you to clean up now. hadn't cum for over a week and I know I put in a couple of good loads in your wife's pussy. You now can have a nice really sloppy seconds. I think she's ready for you now." He patted me on my back, almost pushing me towards my wife.
Initially it did not register what Ron meant, In a daze, I walked to the couch. Samina still hadn't moved and as I walked up to her I could see inside her hot little hole to the frothing white mess of Ron's cum and her juices mixed together. Her cunt lips were puffy from Ron pounding his cock into her. Her body was glistening with sweat from the workout.
She opened her eyes and returned my gaze with a smile. She looked vibrant and alive. Her hair was tousled, and her make-up was a mess, but she looked sexier, and more beautiful than I have seen her look. Her eyes were on fire as she crawled out of her dress. Her panties were torn at the crotch and her pussy was totally bare. I could smell sex in the air. Her breasts were bruised, and I could detect bite marks around her nipples which were still very erect.
She took my hand and pulled me down by her side. She stopped me as I leaned down to kiss her. She raised her hips and removed what was left of her panties and tossed them to the side. Then she sat up in front of me and lifting one leg up to other side of me. Having me kneeling down on the floor between her legs...she leaned back on the couch, raising her swollen pussy towards me she cooed in a whisper, "My pussy needs to be cleaned , Baby! " With that she spread her leg to expose her stretched, swollen pussy. I looked at her pussy oozing a mixture of her and his cum.
I was shocked by her request. And suddenly it hit me. What Ron had said earlier, and now Samina's words brought me back to reality. So this is what she meant, I would get my turn after Ron was done. Samina had not meant that I would get to fuck her, but rather I would get to clean her out. I felt nauseated by the very thought of such an act. But at the same time, my cock began to harden again. My natural distaste of the act aside, it did seem natural and right. I could only really pleasure Samina with my tongue, so it seemed proper that I use it on her whenever she wanted, regardless of the situation.