Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As if drugged by the strong sex musk emanating from my wife's pussy, I just leaned onto her crotch, I moved my mouth closer to it, as Samina gripped my hair. The odour was almost overwhelmingly powerful and erotic. Suddenly, Samina pushed my mouth to her cunt, and before I knew it, and put my lips were resting against her pussy. I could smell the musky odour of their fucking. Gingerly, I opened my lips, and kissed her pussy. A taste of cream, mixed with Ron's cum greeted me, I choked a little and tried to pull back, but Samina's hand on my head would not let me. Slowly, I stuck my tongue into her hole and tasted the juices. It felt like it my tongue was burning.

The room was silent, all you could hear were Samina's deep breaths, and “oh yes, oh yess,” moans, as I finally gave and got on to cleaning her up with gusto. I won't lie to you, that first time (heck the first few times!) it was not fun, in fact I was positively revolted, its a miracle I did not throw up. Yet I felt like I was doing the right thing. Samina's response to my ministrations made me feel wonderful, I felt like I was doing my part to enhance her pleasure, in a way that none of her lovers ever would. The mere fact that I cleaning her up, seemed to be one of extreme intimacy. A kind of intimacy that pure, simple, animalistic, fucking, the kind she had just experienced with Ron, just could not match or capture. This was an intimacy that only a husband performing, what many would consider, this most demeaning of tasks could share with his wife. In that it was not a demeaning a task at all, in fact it was a reaffirmation of their love for each other.
"Oh honey,...ahhhh my gosh...ahhh darling....yesss!" Samina, was cooing again. “That feels wonderful!” She was trashing about under my tongue, and I could taste the strange and foreign taste of cum and her juices, leaking out of her and going down my tongue and throat.
"Yes, oh yes! Eat me. Suck Ron's cum out of me. Eat your little slut wife's full pussy." Samina moaned, as she gripped my head and pushed it hard, towards her pussy.
As I ate my wife, I became aware that Samina' was snaking a hand down behind her to fondle stroke Ron's once again hard cock. Ron stepped to the side slightly to allow Samina easy access to his hard tool. Once she had free access she started to stroke his huge shaft. She Samina moaned, as she fisted Ron's cock.
I sucked on her pussy as I saw her stomach muscles contract. She was trying to push Ron's cum out of her cunt. It was the most erotic moment of my life when I felt a large glob of cum ooze out of her, and into my mouth. There was another moment of decision yet one I felt I had no choice to make. I opened my mouth wide, and extended my tongue under the goop of cum as it flowed into my mouth and I swallowed it in a quick gulp, forcing myself to do that.
"Your ..your pussy looks so stretched and sore!" I said as I licked her pussy.
Samina grabbed the back of my head and ground her wet snatch against my face. My tongue couldn't move fast enough to catch all the seeping fluid leaking out of her and it smeared all across my face.
"Oh God Yes!" she exclaimed as she was nearing another orgasm. "Oh honey Ron's cock is so huge...ahhh....and he sure knows how to use it."
She held on the Ron's cock and she sucked his cum soaked cock into her mouth. I watched helplessly as my wife's mouth devoured Ron's massive dick. Samina had never put my penis in her mouth after we have had sex. In fact it had been long time since she had last given me a blow job at all! I was humiliated beyond measures. Here I was, cuckolded in my own house, before my very eyes, I had watched Ron cum in my wife and now here I was licking his cum from her pussy, and listening to my wife gloat about his potent cock while sucking it. My penis was rock hard!
Her thrusts against my face were almost knocking me out. Suddenly Samina shuddered, as she orgasmed again, with my nose, lips, and tongue buried against and in her. I had almost lost consciousness when she released me and let me come up for air. I must admit that the smell of her pussy and the taste of the cum was intense. I couldn't wait to bury my hard penis into her. I believe most of my excitement was because of her excitement and the sense of her unspoken yet prevailing domination and humiliation of me. Regardless of what had just transpired before my very eyes I truly wanted her, but strangely I felt I wanted her to fuck Ron again, rather than me!s
"Honey lay down on the carpet I want to straddle your mouth. I want to put my pussy over your mouth and let you drink everything out of me." Samina rolled over, keeping a hand on her pussy.
I barely managed to nod with a lump in my throat. I could still feel the thick mixture of Ron's ejaculate, and Samina's cream, coat my tongue, the insides of my mouth, my throat and my gullet.
Dutifully I lay on my back, and a Samina lowered herself facing me. She squatted, and her pussy rested my lips. "Oh yeah, baby. I want you to eat all of Ron's cum out of my cunt." She whispered. "Open wide." she wasn't whispering anymore.
There was an edge of strength and command in her tone as she lowered her sloppy cunt to my mouth. It was a surreal moment when I saw the slimy cum starting running out of her and flooding my mouth. I was so caught in the eroticism of the moment I started swallowing all of the cum, and pussy juice running out of her. She started pressing her clit against my nose as she ground her pussy against by mouth, practically smothering me. My cock exploded again, without being touched, spurting cum all over her back and my stomach. Samina started cumming at the same time.
I thought I caught a movement and when I looked up it was Ron. There was no hiding from him. In humiliation, I watched him smirking at me as his cum flowed from Samina's pussy into my mouth and smeared all over my face. He must have been enjoying the scene too much because he didn't last long in my wife's mouth. I heard him groan and grab Samina's hair while shoving his cock into her throat. He must have cum like a hose because I heard Samina gag. I could hear her trying to swallow hard but it seemed like a bucket of cum spewed out of the corners of her mouth and down her cleavage. It no time large goops of hot cum were dripping down her stomach. In horror I watched as the goops joined together and gain momentum downward over her smooth pussy lips and in no time they were deposited all over my lips.
Ron withdrew from my wife's mouth and sat back on the couch
After what seemed an eternity Samina raised up and lay down beside me and started licking my lips. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and tasted the cum and pussy juice I had just sucked from her pussy.
"Ron knew you'd clean me out. And he knew you'd love watching him fuck me, while you had to hold your little dick in your hand." I groaned because I knew she was right. I also noticed that she had taken calling my dick, little dick. In spite of my churning stomach I was filled with lust at the sight of my sweet wife glowing besides me
She reached down and found my shrinking cock. She wrapped her hand around it and said, "I, love you, my darling." I could only nod at that statement.
Finally, all three of us got the strength to sit up. Samina got up and sat next to Ron, fondling his semi-hard cock. "Okay sweetie, you can sleep in the spare bedroom because I have invited Ron to spend the night" She threw what remained of her tiny panties at my face before holding unto Ron's big cock and walking with him upstairs. The last image of them I had was my wife sweet sexy ass swinging sexily as she walked naked side by side with Ron up the stairs.
After that night with Ron, things seemed to slow down a little. Samina and I did not talk about what happened that night, there really was no need to. Our actions that night had said everything. And both Samina and I knew that we had reached another milestone. Once again Samina had understood that I was ready for that big step and gently nudged me along into it. I am sure, had she tried to do it with Raj, or Matt, my answer would have been a resounding no!
Now, lest you think that our life is all Samina fucking every man with a big cocks, and me cleaning her out, let me assure that is not the case. In fact the very next time Samina was with another man, I was not even involved. In fact compared to that night with Ron, it was almost a tame experience for her. But such is her love of sex that Samina did not care. She just enjoyed the fact that she got to be fucked like she always wants to.
It had been a while since Samina fucked another man for me while I looked on. After that night with Ron, we just got too busy with our lives for Samina to be able to play around. Although she did occasionally get together with Eric, but it was not all that often. The frequency of our own love making in the traditional sense had also gone down significantly. I mean weeks would go by before I would fuck her, and when I did she would just usually lie there, waiting for me to finish, which I usually did quite quickly. However, we still made 'UN-traditional' love often. You know where I gave her long body rubs, foot massages, and lots of oral sex. But as she herself always told me, nothing could compare to a good hard fuck from a big cock! Now, many times when we have sex, she tells me how big her lovers cocks were, and how good it feels to have 'a little bit more', than what I can give her every now and then. I have a feeling that there have been others that she hasn’t told me about yet. I figure she has kept some secrets because it probably involves guys I know pretty well. Anyway, I’ll get it out of her one of these days. It really does not matter to me anymore.
Samina's latest exploits took place when were in in Miami for an extended long weekend, we had taken two days off work to make it a 5 day weekend. The past few months, had been an exceptionally tough spell at work, and both of us needed a break. On the drive down, Samina got a real devilish gleam in her eyes. When I asked her what was on her mind, she whispered in my ear that she really wanted find herself a guy with a big cock while we were on vacation, as it had been so long, and she hoped she would find one easily, on the beach or at the poolside.
When we got to Miami, we spent the first two days just laying on the beach and the nights partying at some of the awesome nightclubs in South Beach. Samina flirted with a number of guys, and even danced with a few, but she didn’t find anyone who she just, “had to have”. That all changed on day three. We were staying in a great little hotel on Collins Avenue, and on the afternoon of our third day, we decided to hit the pool and do some drinking at the pool bar. We were hanging out with the bartender and Samina and I enjoyed some amazing drinks. Samina was strolling around the pool area in a tiny thong bikini that I she had bought just for this trip, she was most definitely becoming the life of the party, as it were.
As the afternoon wore down, most of the people at the pool had left to either get ready for dinner or to go down to the beach, until it was only Samina, me, the bartender and two guys who Samina had been flirting with for most of the day. They appeared to be a few years younger than us, and were locals. I could tell that Samina was attracted to both of them.
The first guy was about 6’2” with a very defined body. He had a dark complexion and long black hair (definitely her type). The second guy was a bit shorter and slimmer. He too had long black hair and a great tan. Samina and I were sitting at the bar, and the guys were lying on lounge chairs about 30 feet away. As we were talking to the bartender, he commented that the guys weren’t ordering much to drink.
Samina (devilish look back in her eyes and quite tipsy by now) said, “I’ll fix that” and immediately got up and walked over to them. They both sat up and the three of them began talking and laughing. The bartender and I were too far away to hear what they were saying, so we talked about how hot Samina was and how lucky I was to have such a sexy wife.
About ten minutes later, the two guys and my lovely wife got up and came back over to the bar. Samina said, “Jimmy and Rob are going to buy us all a couple shots!”
I thought that was great, and had the bartender line up four shots of tequila.
With that, Samina hoisted herself up on the bar and said that Jimmy and Rob and you (pointing at the bartender) had to drink the shots off her body. They all looked to see what my reaction would be, and I just shrugged and said, “knock yourself out!” You can see by now I had fully accepted that I would accept anything Samina wanted to do sexually. My trust and faith in her judgement was total at this point.
Jimmy (the shorter guy) didn’t waste another second. He took the tequila and very slowly dripped it on Samina’s stomach. He then bent down and licked from her belly button to the top of her bikini bottom. Samina e squirmed a little under his tongue, but you could tell she was just getting started.
The bartender was next, and he pretty much copied what Jimmy had done. When Rob was up, he took a little different tact. He ran his hand up her belly and when he came to the bikini top, he pulled it over her head releasing her perfect 34C breasts. He drizzled the tequila on one of her hard nipples and bent down to suck it up (if you recall, earlier I had mentioned that Samina has intensely sensitive nipples, and gets aroused easily when they are teased. Also her inner thighs are very sensitive too. But to compensate for that her feet are on the other hand completely insensitive!). He had her nipple in her mouth for what seemed like five minutes when he started to kiss up her neck and finally reached her mouth. She opened her mouth and took his tongue deep inside.
As Rob was kissing my wife, he reached his hand inside her bikini bottom and started to play with her pussy. I could not believe that my wife was going at it like this on top of the bar. The bartender, his voice hoarse, said, “guys, although this is about the greatest thing I have ever seen, but you’ve got to at least take it into one of the cabanas.” He gave us a key.
With that, Rob scooped Samina into his arms and started for a cabana on the other side of the pool. She turned back and looked right at Jimmy and said, “aren’t you coming?” He almost fell over himself getting off the bar stool, but the three of them were soon closing the curtain of the cabana.
For the next 45 minutes, the bar tender and I could hear my wife taking these two guys every way you could imagine. The curtain on the cabana was semi sheer, so we could sort of see the silhouettes of the three in the throws of passion. I could just about make out Samina on all fours, one of the guys behind her and the other in front, and then Samina kneeling in front of them both, obviously giving them the best head they had ever gotten.
Thank god no one else came back to the pool that night. When they were finished, the guys came out of the cabana first, and just waved at us and took off into the hotel (we never saw them again). Samina came out next. She peeked out of the curtain making sure no one else was around and still buck naked, jumped right into the pool. I saw the bartenders lecherous eyes follow Samina all the way, and then he smiled and winked at me.
I brought her a towel and wrapped her in it as she climbed out of the pool. She said, “I love you, darling, and it looks I got what I wanted! You know there is no better way to relieve stress than to get a good hard fuck from a big cock!” Her tone was completely normal, and I knew she meant every word. Gone were the days when she danced around the subject and said things like this indirectly, now there was no need to be anything but direct. And we both laughed. She then whispered to me that they both had big, beautiful cocks and that she let them both come in her mouth, and fucked her hard too! And could we please go back to the room so I could give her sore pussy a well-deserved tongue massage! The guys have worn condoms (apparently the cabana had a draw stocked with them), so I did not taste any cum (I was not too disappointed at that fact!) but I did taste the rubbers, and decided that cum probably tasted better!
Needless to say, I answered in the affirmative and we did the whole room service thing and yes, my tongue worked maniacally all night (OK maybe not ALL night). Samina even let me fuck her that night (after quite a while I might add), but alas she was not a particularly active participant. I guess after you have been royally fucked by two well-hung men, feeling a small cock in you is not likely to get you too excited.
I realized that compared to her encounters, this one was quite tame, but then that is how it is. Not all encounters, are hard, intense, and rough. Some are just plain, and simple sex. On that trip to Miami, all Samina wanted was sex, no humiliating me, nothing about teaching me lessons about where I belonged, just plain sex, and that is exactly what she got. Me? Well I got the thrill of sharing that experience with the poor bartender, who left me in no doubt that he envied the 2 men in the cabana. One other positive was that after that we did not have to pay for any drinks during our remaining time there.
Looking back on it all now, I think it's safe to say that while to Samina simply sprung the news on me one day that she had cuckolded me, by providing me photographic evidence of the fact, I think in her own mind, the build up to her finally taking that huge step to cuckolding me, occurred over many months. It altered our marriage for the better, but at the time I thought it marked the beginning of the end. I don't know if I ever really consciously set out to be a cuck. I didn't picture myself as a Beta male or my wife as particularly dominant. But that is how it turned out. I suppose when a man is shown to be a beta male in the bedroom, its inevitable, that his wife will be sexually dominant.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mind you, I am not talking about S&M and bondage type physical domination, no I mean more subtle, mentally, and psychologically deeper, and more satisfying domination. The shift to that sort of a relationship I think had started from the day Samina had first shown me those photographs, everything since then took us deeper along the path, and only strengthened and reinforced it. Now it is impossible to pinpoint when it started, but it that it did start is irrefutable, and that it led to some place neither one of us probably expected it to lead is also beyond debate. We are now at a point, where its not just about sex anymore, although that still continues to play a huge role, now its a lot more. Personally I am at a point where for me the only source of pleasure is knowing that Samina is being pleasured, and Samina is at a point where she does not even think of my sexual pleasure any more, to her its only natural that I derive pleasure from the pleasure that she receives, and I agree with that completely.

Now, don't for a minute think that being a beta male in bed translates to being a beta or unsuccessful male professionally. Quite the contrary, in my professional life I have enjoyed exemplary success. When I married Samina, I was a junior manager, just a few short years later, I was a Senior Vice President (SVP) for research and development, reporting directly to the CEO. A position that would have taken most men 20+ years to achieve, I had reached in less than 10! Our company had grown immensely in that time, and was now on the Fortune 500 list. In that time I had received many offers from other companies to join them, but on Samina's advice I turned them all down. Quite possibly the best career move I could have made. Now, my name was even being thrown about as a possible successor to our CEO, who was slated to retire in a few years.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, I want to make clear, that having a wife who discovered her true sexual nature and then helped me completely discover mine (remember that it was Pushpa who had first brought it out in me! Samina just took the process to its natural conclusion.), does not mean that a man is totally emasculated and a failure. Samina and I talked about this a lot, as there was a time when I was truly afraid that she would lose all respect of me and leave me. Samina assured me that I was the only man for her, and no matter how many sexual partners she might have, they were not worth leaving me for. She loved me too much. In fact, now that we had both stopped fighting our natural selves, she respected me all the more for it, as it meant I had to abandon all notions of maleness and manhood that had been expected of me by social, and cultural conditioning. She even went so far as to suggest, that once I had accepted her and myself for what we really are, the subconscious inner conflict in me was no longer there, and I probably became a better person, and professional because of it.
I will not bore you with details of my academic success right now (that may come later!) but suffice to say that I was not exactly a moron, but I think Samina was right, it was mentally speaking, very liberating to accept us as what we were. I think with the inner struggle and the accompanying baggage gone, I did became a better person and professional. So in that respect to, I was very lucky that I had found in Samina, a wife who not only understood herself and me, but also had the courage to take not only the first step, but also to correctly time all subsequent steps as well!
A few days after our return from Miami, we got back into our lives. When one morning during breakfast, she suddenly said, "god I'm feeling frisky now and need a good licking. The Come take care of your wife!"
I laughed and within a minute we were back in bed. I spent the next 40 minutes eating her to orgasm after orgasm. After the fourth one, she asked, "Is your neck sore?"
I answered her, "A little, why?”
"Because I want another one."
I went down on her again.
Finally she orgasmed one more time, and said, "you can have sex with me later. We are already late for work!”
I got up and went to wash, my face was covered in her juices. I knew I smelled of her pussy, a smell I found intoxicating.
"Thanks, Umer. You spoil me so much!” Samina said dreamily, her eyes closed.
I happily said, "Samina, I love spoiling you!”
I was aroused as hell, and would have loved to climax, but I had responsibilities. I also knew she would make it up to me, perhaps before she left for work, but most likely after she got home. anything about them.
We were also still connecting sexually. She never complained about my performance during intercourse, but I knew she didn't get a lot of pleasure from it. She only came if I had given her a lot of oral sex prior to penetrating her. It did not help that I seemed to cum much to fast for her.
I don't know why, suddenly I became preoccupied with my inability to bring her to orgasm solely from the thrusting of my penis. I went to several adult stores looking to purchase various dildos, even though Samina had often voiced her distaste of them. Looking at the wide variety only reinforced my feelings of inadequacy. I possessed an undersized cock. Finally, I found a dildo I particularly liked. It was 8 or 9 inches long, thick, and with the flick of a switch, the head would rotate one way and the shaft the other. Flick the switch further and it would also vibrate. I decided Samina would love it and if she didn't well we could easily throw it in the garbage.
Two men were at the counter, the owner who was behind the counter running the cash register and a customer who was buying something. They were both big men, had beards, muscular, reminding me of bikers. I walked up and they quit talking. I put the dildo on the counter. They looked it then looked at me. I felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves.
The owner rang up my purchase.
I don't know why but I offered an explanation, "It's for me to use on my wife."
His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged glances with the other man, "yeah, right." They both chuckled.
"Look," he said, "If you want a good fucking, I'll take you in back right now." The other man said, "you have a nice ass in those pretty little pants of yours!"
I know my face was bright red. I was speechless. I almost ran out of there leaving my money and the dildo behind. When I did speak what came out was "No thank you, but thanks for the compliment. I'm married."
The owner laughed, "the hottest ones always are. If you change your mind I'll be here." He handed me my change. His friend told me not to forget my purchase.
A few days later I tried out the dildo on Samina. She was leery of it, but said she'd give it a shot. Alas it was not to her liking at all. “It can't compare the real thing!”
“Then into the garbage it goes,” I laughed.
“That's where it belongs,” Samina snickered, as I threw it in the garbage pail at our bedside.
"Does it turn you on seeing me suck another cock?" Asked Samina suddenly.
"A lot." I said, speaking the truth without even having to think. This really was the first time we had talked about such things.
"It turns me on too." Samina said softly.
I interpreted her comment as an invitation for a discussion far more important. I debated on how to respond. Neither of us was blind to what was happening. It was obvious that we needed to have a talk. All the sexual experiences she had been enjoying were great, but we hadn't really talked about our feelings, about how things were progressing, and where they might lead.
I decided to open the door further, "really"
She didn't answer right away. I knew she was debating how to answer. Was I fishing for the truth so I could lash out at her, looking for a lie to make myself feel better, or wanting this to be our journey? She decided I didn't want to hear a lie. She wore her feelings on her sleeve. I also didn't sound angry, but aroused, like her. I noticed her nipples were rigid and reminded myself to include them when I resumed eating her. And I knew this conversation was going to continue our lovemaking, not stop it.
"Yes!” She said.
"I knew it!” I said.
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"Of course not, I have known all along.” I said calmly.
"Was I that obvious?" Samina laughed.
"Yes." I laughed back her.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings. I feel bad for not telling you."
"It's okay. My feelings aren't hurt. Why should they be, I understand why you like it.” I said, holding her hand.
"You do?"
"Yes, you have this need that can only be satisfied in a certain way. And i support you fully in that.” I said simply and Samina smiled.
"I love you so much, darling!” Samina squeezed my hand.
"I love you too, Samina. And nothing will ever change that." I squeezed back.
"You are handsome and you treat me so well. I am certain that no other man could treat me as well as you do. You are too special." Samina reached over and kissed me.
We kissed. She told me she loved me and I told her I loved her. I lowered my head as she fed me one of her breasts. Her nipple was taut. I gently nipped at it, eliciting a moan from her. Then I slowly moved down along her stomach and abdomen and gave her oral sex, which she really enjoyed, and as I felt her orgasm, I looked up at her, my face covered with her dried juices, " I love the way you taste!"
Samina gave me a weak smile and moaned softly. She snuggled up to me and hugged me squeezing me against her, "I love you so much. It's such a relief to be able to share with you my feelings. From the very beginning, I was certain that you would support me. I think I am the luckiest woman in the whole world! It is so wonderful that it it excites you physically when you know I am with another man.”
"Yes, it always does.” I said, again speaking the truth that came naturally.
"And you love eating me don't you?” Samina snickered.
"Yes, I do." Again nothing but the simple truth. “I love eating you!”
"You like eating me that much?"
"Yes, I'm in another world when I'm between your legs. All I think about is that wet soft pink flesh, how good it feels and tastes, and how much pleasure I'm bringing you. I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Even though I' may me thinking of another man, as you eat me?” Samina asked seriously.
I swallowed hard before answering, "Yes, even then!”
Our conversation ended rather abruptly as the phone rand, I got up to answer it. Samina told me to cover her with a blanket. She wanted to get in a little nap. She then thanked me for indulging her, "not many men would put up with a woman like me. I feel very lucky to have you as my husband."
"I'm the lucky one," I countered. “Because I know that you love me. They may possess you body, but only I possess your soul, your very being!” I said as I walked to the phone.
“Yes, darling, that is exactly how it is, I am so glad we can both accept that as being the deepest, most sacred truth between us.” Samina said, as she smiled at me and closed her eyes.
A few days later it was Saturday. I hadn't really seen much of her. She would get in bed after I was asleep. I would get out of bed before she awoke, and head to work. She was working late, and I went to bed before she returned home, as there was no point in staying awake. My days were long but fulfilling. I didn't masturbate too often, but since our big discussion I couldn't go sleep until I had cum. As for what I thought about while masturbating, it was to the same image, one of her lovers, fucking my Samina. I felt relieved afterwards, and sometimes found it strange, to think that not many men would be jacking off to images of their wives having intercourse with another man! Yet here I was doing exactly that and loving it.
Saturday morning, Samina walked into our kitchen, sat down at the table, still wiping the sleep from her eyes, her only piece of clothing an almost sheer blue nightgown. It was my turn to make breakfast, but rather than make her something, I had earlier nipped over to a Pakistani/Indian restaurant nearby and picked up some halwa, chaat, and puri. We both loved those, and occasionally indulged in the delicious, if heavy breakfast.
I heated the breakfast, while she talked about her evening at work. We ate our breakfast in silence, enjoying it to the fullest. I thought she might want to talk about our feelings some more, but she didn't. She took a napkin, wiped her mouth, and hurried back to the bedroom, leaving me to clean up.
She pulled her nightgown off and climbed on the bed. I joined her in bed, and was soon lapping away at her very wet pussy. She asked if I was her cunt licker and I muffled I was. She said it was a good thing she had a cunt licker because she loved being licked; it was her favorite sex act from me. I could only moan an agreement, as my mouth was full of her pussy at that point.
“You know, I love it when you cum as you are giving me oral sex!” Samina said, referring to the fact that often, I would shoot a load as I was eating her out. |I find it a real turn on to know you're going to cum from eating me."
I stopped eating her. "But I can't get hard again for a while.”
"That's okay. What's important is we've both climaxed." Said Samina.
I resumed eating her and ceased worrying about getting too excited. When I came halfway through eating her, it felt good to climax into my pyjama bottoms. Afterwards she asked if I had and I told her yes, going from a prone position to a standing kneel. She looked at the very big wet spot and smiled telling me she liked knowing I could achieve an orgasm from eating her.
Samina wanted to cuddle so the two of us lay on our sides face to face, exchanging kisses and talking. She lifted up a breast and told me to not forget them. I bent down and sucked the left one. She then did the same with her right and I took its hard nipple into my mouth. "You are so oral. I'm so lucky. You have no idea how talented your mouth is. The other wives would be so jealous! There are times, when your tongue almost makes up for your small peepee." Samina sighed.
It was nice to hear, but I wondered if they would feel so jealous knowing I was such a poor fuck. Would the desire for a hard pounding outweigh a good licking? Her orgasms were powerful when I ate her, but we both knew it that wasn't enough. Her body craved penetration, real penetration from a 'real' cock. We lay there slowly making out.
“So how come you don't like dildos?” I asked.
She answered, "sweetie, it was nice, but I'm just an old fashioned girl. I don't think god intended for us to replace what he gave us for pleasure with tools made of plastic operated by batteries. When someone invents a dildo that feels and behaves like a real penis I might change my mind, but until then I'm going to pass."
What I read between the lines was that she really the cock of a 'real' man. If she couldn't have it she would rather forgo intercourse, be it from me or from a dildo! She seemed quite content to have me climax in my p.j.s rather than thrusting about in her vagina giving her no pleasure. I was quiet feeling a little stung, vulnerable, and inadequate, at that revelation. I always knew she could orgasm from intercourse with her lovers, just not with me
"Get me the dildo and I'll show you why." Samina said.
I was intrigued and did as she asked. We had not thrown it away, as I had fished it out of the trash can and put it away in case Samina changed her mind some day. She took it in her hand, turned it on, watched it rotate, pushed the switch further turning on the vibrator. In the quiet of our bedroom, it was noisy to the point of being distracting.
She pointed out no penis does what it does. She turned it off. She held it to my mouth, "Suck it." I opened my mouth and she put it in. "It's hard, tastes of plastic, is cold. Don't you agree?" She took it out of my mouth.
I still refused to get it. I thought she was missing the point. It was a surrogate and could make her cum, to very powerful orgasms. Samina looked at me. Her eyes seemed to bore a hole through me. "Still not convinced?" I didn't answer. "How would you like a cold, plastic object inside you?” Samina asked, and suddenly I saw her point.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Okay, I get it, it feels artificial and uncomfortable.” I said.

“Exactly, darling. It has none or the warmth, the throbs, or twitches that make the real thing so enjoyable.” Samina explained, and I nodded.
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, lots of talk about lovers, and lots of oral sex from me. I came again in my p.js. But there was no really significant conversation on the subject.
I still masturbated a lot. The theme never changed, another man fucking my wife taking her from one orgasm to another. As for our sex life I thought it was the best. The only thing missing from it lately, was intercourse,which was very rare. I wondered if she ever craved it with me. She asked if I wanted her to be honest. I said I did. She said she didn't miss it at all. In fact she admitted it was better we didn't because it didn't detract from the sex we were having. She asked if I missed it and I told her there were times I did, but I also understood how she felt. Frankly I too felt our sex life was better without intercourse, but still could not bring myself to admit it.
I did ask her if there were times she thought we might do it in the future. She thought for a minute and said we should reserve it for very special days, our anniversary, my birthday, not hers, and the day she gave me her cherry. She also said we could add other days but only if they were for getting her pregnant.
She then dropped a bombshell. When we had intercourse she felt as though she were cheating herself a little, “do you understand, what I am trying to say? That is why I guess we do it so infrequently now."
As crazy as it sounds, I did and replied, "yes." It was clear to me, that because she did not get the pleasure she craved, she felt it unfair that we should have sex often. It seemed more like a duty and chore to her, rather than something pleasurable and enjoyable. And that made prefect sense to me. Still while the frequency was low, we still did have intercourse and even though she just lay there, counting the moment till I was done, I still enjoyed it, although every time, afterwards I was overcome with guilt that I had almost forced myself on to her, and had not even given her any pleasure in return.
This was the first time we have openly discussed how intercourse between us was perhaps more of stress than something love affirming.
We talked a little more about what her desire for other men could lead to, and I asked her, “what if you get pregnant by one of them?”
She thought a little, before replying. “I'll cross that hurdle if it ever comes.”
“But still you have to have given it some thought, as it is very real possibility, particularly after what happened with Derrick.” I pushed her.
Samina took a deep breath. “I think I will keep the baby, and I hope you will support my decision, I know that sounds crazy, but that is what I think.”
"It's not crazy. I will support your decision." I said forcefully, wanting to leave her in no doubt that as far as these sexual matters were concerned, I was totally dedicated to letting her call the shots, her judgement so far having been infallible.
Samina smiled and said, “thank you darling. I know you will always support me. That is what makes you so special.”
I was happy and said so.
“Oh, and I have been meaning to ask you, how did you feel when I asked you to lick me after Ron had fucked me?”
I took a deep breath, remembering that incident. “Well,” I began. “I smelled him before I tasted him. His cum was everywhere and as I probed your vagina it dropped out. I sucked it and your juices down.”
She asked, "did it taste good?"
"Well not at first. I did not find it good at all, the smell was overpowering, and it felt so thick going down my tongue and throat, and it felt dirty. But then I saw the effect it was having and you, and I did not want to stop. So in that respect I guess you could say it was delicious."
Samina was aroused as she heard my description, and she fingered herself. I was times worked up as well .
“I remember you telling me to clean you out, that she wanted me to get it all out of her, to thrust my tongue in deep.” I said, my cock throbbing as I recalled it all.
Samina moaned, and I ejaculated again.
“So you enjoyed it then?” Samina asked after she had brought herself to, what looked like a mild orgasm.
“I don't know Samina. I enjoyed the fact that you liked it a lot, but it still feels a little dirty to me, indeed a little disgusting, and I am not sure if it will ever be a favorite hobby of mine.” I said laughing a little.
“Well sweetie, I loved it. Your tongue felt so wonderful after that hard fuck I got from Ron, and I can't tell you how much it aroused me when you cleaned up after Ron. I really hope to make this sort of thing happen more often.” Samina said, and I worried a little, but did not say anything. If Samina really wanted it, then I would give it to her, it was the least that I could do for her.
A couple of days later, Samina mentioned that she had a hankering for some KFC, so we drove over to one.
“A penny for your thoughts,” said Samina, as she tickled the back of my neck. What are you nervous about?"
"I don't know. I can't be sure of what my thoughts are right now, I guess." I said quietly, as we took our orders and found a quiet corner to sit in.
"Don't be. Just go with it. Did you enjoy the other night?" Samina said helpfully.
"I did."
"Me too. Are you worried I might leave you?" Samina was suddenly very serious.
"I guess so. I don't know. I guess, a little. How can I hope to compete with men who are better than me?"
Samina took a sip of her Coke, and took her time answering, "Better than you, at some things, yes."
"Like what?" I asked.
"I think you know the answer. Or do you want me to draw a picture?" Samina sounded a little upset at me.
"No. I know the answer. I just feel so........." I could not put it in words.
She finished my thought, "Inadequate, humiliated, betrayed."
"Yes." I said immediately.
Samina, was as cool as a cucumber, holding a leg of chicken which she started to eat. She ate the leg before responding. "You should feel what you're feeling, but instead of being ashamed of those feelings, embrace them. I suppose, I did betray you and I'm going to keep betraying you. And we both know why. First because I need what you can't give me. And second because deep down you enjoy being betrayed! I had figured that out about you months before I actually did do it!”
I started to interrupt, but she cut me off. "Let me finish. Then say what you want to. You are sexually inadequate, but it's not your fault. Not all men can be well hung, or gods in bed. Just like not everyone can be a world class sprinter, or a Nobel prize calibre scientist. But that does not mean they cannot be good at other things. You have a small penis and you climax rather quickly. We might work on your control, but you would still have a small penis so what's the point. The end result will be the same, unsatisfactory intercourse for me. You don't want me to be unhappy or unsatisfied, do you?"
"Of course not." I said quickly.
"I didn't think so. It's normal for you to feel humiliated. By betraying, if you want to call it that, I don't think that at all, anyway, I expressed a preference for another man over you. And you find it humiliating to be inadequate and powerless to make it better. I know if you had it in you you would make your penis grow, but you can't! Are you following me?" Samina was vehement in her argument. “You like eating me out, and driving me crazy with your tongue, and I love for you it!
"I am." I said quiet.
"I want you to focus on the positive. You eat me amazingly. You do more for me emotionally than any other man. You are my husband and best friend. Nothing, not even the best lover I could ever have, will change that. You have no idea how lucky I am, to be able to experience what I have so far, secure in the knowledge I have you to come home to. Now I want you to open your legs and close your eyes." Samina said.
I did and it wasn't long before I felt her toes rubbing against the erection her talk had inspired.
"Feels good doesn't it? Now I want you to imagine Ron, fucking me and how good it makes me feel. Don't I deserve to feel that good from intercourse?" Samina asked me pointedly.
"You do. I'm sorry Samina” I said softly.
"Quit apologizing. This is so much better for us. We both not only want it, but need it. Admit it. You like eating me, far more than you like being inside me." Samina said somewhat forcefully, wanting me to finally admit the truth.
"I do." I said.
"I feel the same way. Think about that night and how hot you were for me, how you came three times while eating me. You didn't feel humiliated then did you. Of course not. You were playing me like a violin. You wanted to clean me out didn't you? Of course you did or you wouldn't lapping up Ron as devotedly as you did. You wanted to do it, as much as you can't bring yourself to admit it!" Samina said confidently.
Her words evoked so many memories and her foot rubbed me with the exact amount of pressure I wanted. I pressed down on the table and started to cum. She encouraged me to keep cumming; now it was her toes pressed against the underside of my head milking me. I thought I had experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, and wondered if anyone noticed. I looked around.
"No one saw." She was right. They were all busy in their own worlds.
Once again I was in awe of Samina. How well she knew me, herself and how brilliantly had she analyzed and broken down the whole situation. It was as if she had been born to do this, and it was just her luck to have found a husband who let himself be drawn into her web of eroticism, because coincidentally that was exactly what he wanted as well. I felt infinitely better, just hearing Samina laying it out in clear, unambiguous words was cathartic and made my worries melt away. We ate the rest of our meal in silence, then drove back home. As we walked from the restaurant to the car, I hoped that no one would notice the wet stain on my crotch, but then frankly, I didn't care if some even did notice it, what did it matter.
Suddenly it didn't feel bad to be second place. Her lovers might be the ones fucking her all the way to paradise and back, but it was me she wanted to have between her thighs. It was me she wanted to have cleaning her out. What we had was certainly more intimate than what they had, or could ever have!
As happens, life is not all fun and games. The next few weeks were busy, as always. Samina was working late, as was I. It was the time of year, when our respective employers seemed to undergo a flurry of activity. Then, things seemed to die down. That weekend, we did absolutely nothing, except sleep, clean the house, eat take-out or delivery food, and sleep more. I think in those two days we must have slept for more than 20 hours! But it was a well-needed and deserved rest.
Late Sunday evening, we received a phone call informing us that our friend Mehmood Javeli's wife had suddenly died of an aneurysm. To say that we were shocked and saddened was an understatement. Both Mehmood, and his wife, Rabia were very good friends of ours. When we had first moved to the new city, they were our first friends, and had introduced us to many other Pakistani and then Indian friends. It never ceases to amaze me how, here in the US Pakistani's and Indians can be best of friends, and indeed behave like they are from the same culture and background (which of course we are) but back there, guns are forever drawn, and itchy trigger fingers are just praying for the order to shoot. Oh well!
Anyway, back to the story. Samina was exceptionally fond of Rabia, and was quite upset at the sad news. We went straight to condole Mehmood, who was total wrectk, and took Tuesday afternoon off from work, to attend Rabia's funeral. And, over the next several weeks, Samina made it a point to send over some home cooked food for Mehmood.
Months later, it was still clear, that Mehmood, was a shattered man, his idyllic married life in tatters with the sudden death of his beautiful wife in a car accident. We got word from concerned friends that night after night, he sat in his empty apartment, with no signs of life other than his own breathing. He had taken up heavy drinking that was so out of character for the previously he rarely drank, if ever. His friends, worried about him, and all our efforts to get him to occupy himself in other ways seemed to be failing.
One evening, I visited him, and we talked, as he drank. “It is wonderful to dwell on the good memories,” he said. But I could see that his well-being was shot. To accompany his intense sorrow, Mehmood, wasn't eating properly and he told me that work was suffering. His boss had been very patient with him, telling him to take time off to complete the grieving for his wife, but Mehmood felt that he had to remain active, at least by day. If he spent all day and night in this apartment, just thinking about her, he would go crazy.
Despite our nearly 15 year age difference, Mehmood and I got along quite well. We had a regular booking to play golf together every Saturday morning, and would often take in a football game too. The four of us (Mehmood, Rabia, Samina, and I), would get together for dinner on either Friday or Saturday, at least once a month. Now, Mehmood, felt like a loose cog and had refused invitations from usto maintain the dinner engagements, although we were still golfing once a week, but I did notice that his game had fallen off dramatically.
I had noticed the sharp decline in my friend, and discussed it with Samina regularly over the weeks since Rabia's death. One night, as Samina, and I shared wine and a quiet chat before dinner. "He needs a woman badly," I again told Samina. "He and Rabia, had just been so intense in their sex life. At least that's what Mehmood has confided in me."
"Really?" Samina asked as she playfully grabbed my cock through my trousers, and squeezed it.
"Yes, amazing as it may seem, more so than us, my darling." I laughed, and Samina joined me. While we did not have the traditional sex life, it was Samina who had the roaring sex life, but we did enjoy ourselves tremendously, sexually speaking.
Mehmmod, stayed celibate for all those months. But then, one day that he met the vivacious Samina at the supermarket, and she later told he told her, that on that day, something clicked in him, and he determined that he must have her. Within a week of that meeting Samina, she was in his bed!
Now, I am sure you are wondering so what? After Samina seems to be spreading her legs for pretty much anyone she liked, so what is different about this time? Well, for one thing, Samina broke one of her own rules: that she would never play with a Pakistani. I always felt that was a good rule, as with Pakistani's there is always a danger that they may either directly or indirectly know people from whom we want to keep our lifestyle hidden, and secondly, there is always the danger that they may accidentally or on purpose let it slip out that they enjoyed Samina's charms. Also, this time was different, that it was Samina, and not I who had some reservations in being with a man, but once again, her true nature took over and out the door when the reservations. Plus, he got her to do things, that none of her other lovers had so far.
"What are we having for dinner tonight?" I asked Samina.
"A roast, Umer … we're having lamb and baked vegetables."
"Would there be enough for another serve left over, Samina?"
"Should be, honey, I cut up heaps of potatoes and pumpkin. Why? Who are you thinking of inviting?"
"Nobody!" Then to Samina's utter bewilderment, I suggested, "How about you pack some and drive it over to Mehmood's as soon as we finish eating. I'll do the dishes here, so you don't have to come back to a mess."
"Why would you suggest that, Umer?"
"You haven't seen him lately, have you?" I enquired of Samina.
"No, not for a while.” Samina said absentmindedly as she shuffled around the kitchen.
"Well, let me tell you, he has lost weight and he's beginning to look dishevelled. You will be stunned when you see him." I was serious, as I was really worried about Mehmood.
"But why do you want me to take dinner over?" Samina asked, tending to the roast.
"Because I don't think he's eating right. Last Saturday at golf, he just looked terrible. He said he's just cooking himself basic things, like omelettes and fish cakes. Crap food, Samina! He's got to get some real nourishment. And that roast looks delicious!”
"Why don't you take it over, Umer?"
"He still sees me every Saturday for golf. But as you said, you haven't seen him for a while, I think you could cheer him up, he really does like you, and you're always so good at counselling friends and family. You could probably straighten him out some as well."
"Well, I don't know … but I guess so!" Samina told me just a bit reluctantly.
"Be really nice to him, Samina, show some affection." I hoped that my tone would carry my recommendation that she give him some physical attention if the opportunity arose.
"What do you mean by that?" Samina, asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, Samina, nothing at all. I just mean that just because I'm not there, don't hold back. Hold his hand, give him a kiss and a cuddle, just like the four of us did when Amanda was alive."
Samina looked back at John a little suspiciously. It looked like she wasn't sure what I was proposing for sudden midweek trip for her to see Mehmood on her own. We ate dinner without further reference to Samina's impending visit. As soon as she had finished, she picked up the plate she had prepared, covered with foil to keep it warm, kissed me on the cheek, picked up her car keys and was out the door.
“You know Umer, nothing will happen, if that is what you mean. Mehmood is a nice guy yes, but I just cannot picture being with him at all. Being physical with him would be breaking the one rule that I am determined never to break. So no matter how upset, or sad he might be, or how much he may want female companionship, I will not be the one providing it to him!” Samina gave me a very determined look, and her voice left no doubt that she meant what she said.
It was only a 15-minute drive over to Mehmood's house, so I figured Samina would politely spend at most 30 minutes with Mehmood, and then head back. But after about 90 minutes or so, there was no sign of Samina. At that point I had a strong suspicion, that the vow Samina had made on her way out, was probably broken, and that she and Mehmood were busy consummating their friendship. I wonder what Samina may have thought on the way to Mehmood's. Had something occurred to her that made her change her mind, or did Mehmood's depressed condition have anything to do with it? All I knew was that no matter what her reasons might have been, I was waiting for her with baited breath, nursing a raging hard-on, that I refused to touch, as I let my mind play the possibilities like a movie.
About 90 minutes after she left, I heard Samina's car pull into the drive way. Like an child eager to get to his Christmas presents, I quickly ran over to the front door to let her in. Much to my surprise, Samina looked quite normal, I had expected her to look a fair bit dishevelled. I thought that maybe she had just hung around with Mehmood to talk to him and let him unburden himself. Still I gave Samina a curious look and she laughed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Well you were right!” Samina said, walking in.

“About?”
“Mehmood being a total mess! I had no idea how bad he was.” Samina sounded concerned.
Aha! I thought. I knew that after seeing him, she would be bowled over and would let him enjoy her charms. Of course it did not occur to me that my own enjoyment of those charms
“You know when I pulled up my car out his house, and rang the bell, there was no reply for 20 seconds, so I tapped again. Eventually, I heard movement from inside and the door opened. Mehmood's face appeared around the half open door. I a barely recognised him. He is usually well-groomed, but it looked like he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was unkempt and shaggy, seemed like it could do with a dose of shampoo!” Samina said.
“Wow, that bad huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, that bad!” Samina said. “Anyway, I think when he saw me, he got a little worried about his appearance, and kept standing behind the door.”
“Well, you did say that he looked kind of disgusting!” I pointed out.
“He looked really surprised to see me, and asked, 'Samina, what on earth are you doing here?' I waited a few seconds, thinking he would open the door, and invite me in. But he didn't so I spoke up, 'I hope you're going to invite me in! I brought some hot, fresh, homemade dinner!' That seemed to get him out of his lethargy.”
“Good girl,” I said proudly. “So what did he do then?”
"Well, he looked a little surprised, and stammered, 'W..what … what dinner … what for?'"
"So I looked up and down, and said, 'Mehmood, Umer thought that you weren't eating right after he saw you last weekend. It's obviously been bugging him, so he suggested I bring over some of the food we had tonight. Can I come in?' I smiled trying to make him feel comfortable."
"'Samina, I'm so sorry, where are my manners?' With that, Martin flung the door wide open and I stepped inside. A you know, the front door opensstraight into the lounge room where a sofa faced the television and two individual chairs either side of the TV faced the sofa. 'Please, sit down, can I get you a drink?'"
“The place must have been a real mess?” I asked and Samina nodded her agreement.
“Having just come in from the dark night, my eyes adjusted to the interior lights and as I looked around, I saw that Mehmood, was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, his legs and feet were bare. I made her way to the sofa and sat down at the far end of it, placing the meal on the coffee table in front of the sofa.” Samina said.
“That pretty much made it impossible for him to sit anywhere but next to you.” I said.
“Yes, but I had not intended it that way.” Samina said.
“Okay,” I laughed.
"Anyway, I told him I'd have some coffee, if he had any fresh, as I had to drive home." Samina said, “and as he walked away, his profile was facing me, and I saw that his shorts were tented out in front by what looked to be a very impressive erection. Immediately, I recalled that several times Rabia had hinted that his equipment is king sized!” Samina reflected quietly.
I laughed! Having seen Mehmood several times in the gym locker room, I knew all along that he was very well hung, but had kept that fact hidden from Samina.
“You know, I had forgotten all about Martin's alleged size advantage until spotting it just then. I was surprised that he hadn't attempted to hide it from me . Its not like it was just a bulge. Seeing him from side on, it was extended straight out horizontally from his body. By quite a long way!” She muttered, and I nodded.
“Mermood reappeared with a mug of coffee. Once again, I was confronted by his tented shorts, but this time front on and from only a step away, as he placed her drink in front of me. It can't be me that's caused his erection? I thought. He didn't even know I was coming over. I hope I haven't interrupted him with some woman in the bedroom and he's too polite to say anything?” I was afraid I may have come at an inopportune moment.
“Anyway, he sat down next to me, perhaps a body space to her right and peeled the foil off the plate, and whistled. 'Wow, looks good. I haven't eaten anything like this in a while.' He smiled at me.”
"'Go for it, Mehmood,' I told him as he began eating. Then, wanting to find an answer for his obvious erection, I added, 'I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I am sorry, I should have called beforehand,'."
I laughed again.
"'No Samina, that's fine, it's so good to see you. Of course, I still see Umer every Saturday, but I haven't caught up with you for a while,” Mehmood said, and I gave him a friendly smile."
"He started to eat, and I said, 'Well, we have invited you over several times, but you keep turning us down.'"
“He continued to greedily devour his food, and in between the bites said, 'I know, and I am sorry, but I have not been feeling very social lately.'”
“'So what do you do with yourself here? Must be a bit lonely?'I did not know what else to talk about.” Samina said. “And he said, yYou can say that again. I just drink and drink and have a wank,”
I burst out laughing.
“I was stunned by his frank disclosure and felt just a little uneasy. I thought it might be better for me to leave, but Mehmood interrupted my thoughts. 'Needless to say, I didn't get finished tonight. You've probably noticed it by now,' he said, looking down between his legs.”
“Wow, that was very blatant and bold of him!” I said, myself a little surprised that Mehmood's up front admissino.
"Yeah, and I think he took my silence to mean I was upset, and suddenly added, 'sorry Samina, but I thought you couldn't miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That's all I've got these days. Rabia, and I were on such a steady diet of sex; I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can't just go cold turkey. I've been trying to cut back, but I'm still giving it a tug every night.'"
“So what did you do then?” I asked.
Samina coughed nervously, then went on. “Well, I tried to pay it cool, so said, 'it's alright Mehmood, you don't have to explain,' I told him, but at the same time, I was wondering why he was being so detailed, then realized that it was probably the alcohol talking. You had warmed me he was drinking quite heavily recently.”
“Yeah, I saw him put away 4 shots of scotch in less than an hour after our last golf game.” I said.
"Yeah, and I turned away so as not to make it look like I was staring at his crotch, although it was hard no to! 'Sorry Samina, probably a bit too much information for you, I didn't mean to offend you. Just tried to explain why my shorts are sticking out so far,' he said, as I watched the TV."
"I smiled at him, and said,'it's perfectly understandable, you're obviously missing her very much.' He didn't answer me, just sat eating his dinner, staring at the television. I continued to watch him, from the side. I thought she saw a tear rolling down his cheek, then another. He had gone silent, and was clearly attempting to control his emotions.”
“I know, it has been really rough for the poor man.” I said. “To have loved someone as much as he loved Rabia, and then to have lost her in the blink of an eye.”
"I felt like hugging him, giving him a shoulder to cry on, but could not bring myself to do it. Then I heard him say, 'I'm sorry, Samina. Maybe you better go, I'm not very good company tonight, and I am sorry the house is a mess too!'."
“I nodded, and started to leave, but then remembered your compliments about my counselling skills, so decided that I should at least try. I shuffled along the sofa, closing the gap between us so that her right thigh touched his left. I took a deep, silent breath, and put my arm around his shoulder and tousled his dirty hair. 'Mehmood, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring all the memories back.'”
"'No, Samina, it's not your fault, it's always there. I can't think about anything else.' His head was lowered as he finished the last of the dinner. 'I might have to move. Everywhere I go in this house, I can see her, smell her. I probably should try to let go, but she meant everything to me.' I saw that his voice was cracking.”
"I looked into his eyes, and softly said, 'I know she did, Mehmood, and she loved you. She told me that time and time again'. He turned his head toward me and stared straight into my eyes, and softly said 'I know she did!'"
“See, I told you that he needed someone to talk to.” I said proudly.
Samina seemed to ignore what I had said, and just went on with her story. “He turned back to stare at the TV again and I continued to stroke my right hand fingers through his hair. My left hand came over to rest on his left knee, I thought it might be a good idea to show him some affection.”
“Not a bad idea.” I whispered to myself.
“Mehmood, pushed his empty plate away, and his hands disappeared between his thighs. I became just a little apprehensive, not being able to see from the side what he was doing. Then he turned his face to me, looking her directly eye to eye from barely two feet away. 'I hate to ask you this, Samina. I know I shouldn't, but it's probably the drink talking, so please forgive me if you're offended.'”
“Wow!” I whistled, anticipating what Mehmood must have said next.
“I watched him curiously, not quite understanding the impact of his words. Then, slowly Mehmood turned, his left leg coming around and folding under his body so that his left knee was brushing my right hip. He was now half-turned toward me. He looked into my eyes pleadingly, 'please Samina!'”
My own mind abuzz. I could never have imagined Mehmood ever being so brazen. He had to have been a little drunk.
"'What Martin, what is it?' I asked" Samina's voice brought me back to reality. “His eyes looked down toward his lap and I followed his gaze down. 'Can you help me with this?' Mehmood asked me.”
I let out a whistle, and my own penis throbbed. Samina did not even notice it. She was in a dreamy state, as she continued her narration.
“My eyes widened and I let out a gasp when I saw that he had unzipped his shorts, exposing a rigid and very impressive erection, standing straight out from his body. Strangely, mingled with a little shock, my first reaction was that I had to agree with her my friend, Rabia. It was a truly magnificent specimen. Circumcised, the smooth purply knob was oozing clear liquid while beyond it the magnificent girth of the shaft disappeared into a tangle of wiry black curls. I was most impressed, but nonetheless shocked that he would reveal himself in such a way to a friends wife. Also I was not sure how to react!”
I nodded my understanding, but did not say anything, this being no time to interrupt Samina with questions.
Samina went on. "I just sat there, in a bit of a daze. My mind was screaming at me to get up and walk away, but I just couldn't. 'Please Samina, I know I shouldn't be asking, but I do it to myself every night, and it's getting harder for me to get off. The palm of my hand is not the most romantic object I know.' I heard Mehmood plead. I looked up at his face and he was looking into my eyes again. His eyes were filled with tears. 'I just can't do that, Mehmood, much as I would love to help you. It just wouldn't be right, for Umer I mean!'” Samina looked at me. “You see darling, I knew that before I could anything every remotely sexual with him, I would have to play hard to get, the dutiful wife torn by her desire. I did not want him to think that I was an easy lay, that could lead to disaster for us.”
Once again I just nodded, as I agreed with her completely. It was important that Mehmood think that he was a special case, and wore Samina's resistance down.
"'He'll never know, Samina. I promise I'll never tell him. Please, I just need you to help me get off; your beautiful soft hand would get me over the top in no time. Please!' he implored me. 'I was beating away for twenty minutes before you got here, and I was nowhere near coming.' I looked deeply into his pleading eyes and my compassion, and desire for him rose. My initial resolve was weakening, but I could not let him know that. 'Mehmood, I shouldn't do this, it's so wrong!'”
I immediately noticed that she had gone from 'can't do that' to 'shouldn't do this'. I wondered, that had she really become addicted to big cock, that she could not say no to one and simply walk away?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“I stared at him again, my mind whirling, wondering if I should dare touch him, help him. He was a grieving widower friend and maybe it was alright for me to give him some pleasure, after all he only wanted a hand job.”

I could picture the gears turning in Samina's head, as she tried to rationlize her actions. She really wanted to feel that big cock and pleasure it, but she needed to overcome a boundary of her own creation. Rules can be tricky that way. It's far easier to break someone else's rules, than ones you have made yourself, and more importantly, for yourself.
“Despite my conscience telling me no, I really did want to. I wanted to touch this wondrous thick penis that lay exposed and ready before me. But I still wasn't sure if I should, tomorrow morning Mehmood would be sober and would remember what I did, what would he think of me then? In the cold light, or sober, unaroused thoughts!” Samina's voice was dreamlike, almost as if she was reliving those moments.
I cannot tell you, just how the suspense was building. The way Samina had been going, I could not be sure at that time, if she went ahead with it or now. I could see that she was reasoning with herself.
“I thought to myself, what hard would it do, if I went ahead and touched it.But I knew thatthere were no positive harm answers to that. But at the same time, I really wanted to touch it, it looked so beautiful and desirable, I wanted to kiss it!, I wanted to grasp it in my fist, even though I could see that it would not fit.” Samina's eyes were closed, as I tried to paint her words into a movie in my mind.
“Mehmood's voice was no longer pleading, but his eyes were screaming how much he wanted my touch! I have to do this, damn the consequences, I thought, as slowly, my right hand that had been around his neck and in his hair, slipped slowly down his back and came around to touch his upper left inner thigh. My hand held on his leg for a moment and my eyes searched his, seeking some kind of reassurance for what I was about to do. Tentatively, my fingers reached out and touched the fiery knob, one fingertip tracing the clear juice from the eye of his cock and spreading it all around the knob. I watched his face closely and saw his eyes almost close in delirium from her touch.” Samina had started to breath deeply, her eyes still closed, as she recreated the scene for me, but I think it was as much for herself, as it was for me. Her hand was carrying out the motions in empty air.
“What did he say to that?” I asked softy.
“'Thank you!' was all he said.” Sighed Samina, “as my fingers went back for more clear juice from his tip and I spread that along the smooth underside of his shaft. When I was satisfied that I had sufficient lubrication between her hand and his penis, I began to gently stroke my palm up and down from the juncture with his balls to the prominent ridge behind the head.”
Anyone looking at me, that moment would have thought I was some kind of retard. My mouth hung open, I was breathing heavy, and my eyes were having difficulty focusing, as I heard my wife recount her time with Mehmood. Was it good luck, or bad that I had such a sexually assertive and driven wife?
“Mehmood, began uttering little moans with each stroke. I saw eyes were still closed, then moved my left hand that had previously rested on his knee. I parted my thighs and slipped that hand silently up between my legs, pushing my skirt up with it, exposing my bare thighs almost to the top. My fingers reached the panties and found them just as soaked as she I anticipated. Feeling that thick cock throb and twitch in my hand was so erotic!” Samina suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at me with a smile. I noticed that she was sitting cross legged, and was squeezing her thigh together.
“Wow, sweetie!” I said, “Mehmood must have been in heaven!”
Samina giggled, and went on. “My right hand maintained that steady rhythm, mainly up and down the underside, but occasionally my thumb staying under and my fingers wrapping over the topside of his shaft, pumping him. Such was his girth, that I just couldn't get the fingers to touch the tip of the thumb!” Samina once again emphasized how well-hung Mehmood was, and just how good it felt simply to hold it in her hand.
I nodded at Samina, to indicate that I understood what she was saying. At the same time I felt envious of Mehmood.
Samina smiled and went on with her narrative. “He just sat still, moaning and gasping as each stroke of her hand thrilled him, driving the very beginnings of a release deep down in his sac. His breathing quickened a little and I marvelled at the power of satisfactionI was bringing this man, and I hadn't even had to kiss him yet!”
I too marvelled at what was unfolding. But while Samina marvelled at the fact that she was having such a wonderful effect on Mehmood, I marvelled at the fact that my wife was now a certified size queen. At that point I knew that it would take extreme willpower from her to give up on a big dick! Her reaction to Mehmood proved it.
“My left hand had stayed at the moist crotch of my panties, just applying a little pressure to my outer lips through the thin nylon material. Again,I checked to see that his eyes were still closed, then her fingers slipped to the edge of the crotch my panties and pushed them aside. Two fingers slipped across and parted my outer lips that were sopping wet. My fingers came forward and lightly feather-touched my budding clitoris. A loud moan escaped my lips and my eyes shot open to see Mehmood's eyes staring at me!”
I let out a soft whistle. This was gettind deep. Samina was clearly now well past the point or no return with Mehmood.
"Suddenly I heard him say, 'Can I do that for you? A man's hand will feel much better, I am sure!' For a moment I was taken aback, and a little shocked, and stared at him. It was just as well he interrupted me and brought things back to real."
“Hmm, yeah!” I said, although by then I was sure that this not quite the end of the story, and that there was sure to be a lot more to come.
"No! I said abruptly, disturbed that he had caught me enjoying the moment. I immediately stopped playing with him, and had told myself, that this special thing that I had been doing for him was quite okay because I was only a detached person helping a friend. Now that he had witnessed my own participation, the concerns resurfaced, and I started to worry about breaking my own rule!”
“I am sure you were torn,” I said. “But what did Mehmood do then?”
"'Don't stop!' he screamed. 'Please don't stop,' he added breathlessly and he thrust his cock forcefully within my grip. 'Stopping now will be worse than never having started.' He pleaded."
I found myself in agreement with Mehmood. Nothing is worse than having a woman start you off, but then not finish the job. So I could well imagine just how frustrated he might have been.
“I struggled with my emotions, my downcast eyes looked up to see his eyes imploring me to resume. Finally, despite my misgivings, I began moving the fist again. Mehmood grabbed my other hand, the one that had been digging into my crotch and brought my fingers in front of his eyes, I tried to pull them away, but he held on firmly, before releasing it. 'Wow, you really are aroused!' he said.”
"Mehmood, this is getting out of hand, I rebuked him, although still maintaining my steady rhythm on his shaft! It felt so nice and thick in my hand. I could not help myself.” Samina tried to defend herself, but I was not sure if she was defending herself to me, or to her own self! It was almost as if she felt like she had to defend her actions to herself.
At that point I really had nothing more to say, so kept quiet. I had learnt a long time ago, that when a person is so deeply involved in describing a situation, it is best to let them talk or rant on, that way they will tell the entire event as realistically as possible. Interruptions, not only break the flow, but also make the mind lose track of events and their sequence.
“He became very apologetic, he really didn't want me to stop now, before he could cum. 'I'm sorry, I can't help saying what I think. I don't want to offend you, I won't ask for anything more. I promise!' He moved the hand that he had held in front of his eyes, and pushed it back down to my legs, shoving it back up under my skirt, the hem of which now barely covered my panties. 'I'm sorry that I broke the spell, you looked like you were really enjoying the moment.' He said softly. I could not help but feel sorry for him.” Samina sighed and I smiled at her.
Then Samina continued. “Placing my hand back there pushed my skirt up and saw, the dampened crotch of my panties, one side still pulled across and caught between her swollen outer lips. That image only hastened the work my hand was doing on his cock. I felt his cock throb, and tighten and felt his finish was now approaching. I left my hand where he had put it, but forced myself not to resume touching myself, while he was watching. Believe me darling that was not easy!” Samina snickered a little.
“I am sure it must have been very tough for you Samina.” I said, my voice still a soft whisper.
Samina nodded and affirmative, but her eyes were still focused far away. I noticed that she was often caressing herself. I could tell she was reliving every moment. “I watched his face and listened to his breathing and knew his end was in sight. So, I moved the hand from between my legs and cupped his balls, gently massaging them! It felt like I was holding a couple of fuzzy tennis balls, they were huge!” Samina showed me how huge they were by making a circle her fist, pretending that she was cupping them.
“'Oh Samina, can you suck me please?' he pleaded. But I bluntly told him no, as that's taking this too far! But he would not listen to me, and gasped, 'please Samina, your mouth … that will do it! Pleaseeee!' I was sort of in a dilemma. I wanted to pleasure him, but how to do it without making him think I was an easy slut?”
"'You're almost there anyway … you won't need it anyway!' I said. But he whined, 'sometimes … I get this close and my orgasm just fades. Please Samina?'”
“Already, I was doing more than she ever expected to be doing with this man. I again wrestled with my conscience. This would be taking it to the next level. But at the same time, I thought, 'Poor Mehmood,what am I doing to you?' as I slipped off the lounger onto my knees on the floor and leant over Martin, making sure that my two hands never missing a beat of the rhythm she had created!” Samina smiled proudly.
“There is no way he's going to stick that thing down my throat,I told myself. It looked filthy, and huge. Plus taking it in my mouth would be a crossing a boundary, I was not sure I wanted crossed. But, once again my sexual desire overtook me, it looked so delicious, and I opened my mouth wide, stuck the tongue all the way out and my fisting hand moved his cock so that the underside of the head was soon being lapped by my tongue, just the way a cat drinks milk! It tasted salty!” Once again, Samina's eyes were distant.
"'Oh my God!' he screamed. I turned my head sideways to avoid his release going down my throat. I just wasn't ready to swallow his cum yet. My tongue against his cock was all that he needed, Mehmood's cock twitched, and I felt his balls tighten. 'Yes … yes … yes!' was all he could manage to say as the first burst of his creamy discharge spewed from his cock and spurted skyward above my head. I quickly pulled my head and tongue away, but continued the hand's steady strokes on his cock as a second burst flew skyward. I watched, fascinated by the size of the object I held as Mehmood, finally reached his ultimate satisfaction, his first release in more than a month that was not from his own hand!” Samina gave a smile of satisfaction, like she was happy at a job well-done.
“Mehmood must have been delirious!” I said.
“Yes, it sure looked that way.” Said Samina. “I then knelt on the floor, my chin on his knee, just watching his cock dreamily. My hand had slowed and now stroked gently and slowly as what appeared to be the last drops of a vast amount of cum oozed out of the top of his deflating cock. My gaze lifted up to his face, a mask of pleasure written across it with his eyes shut and his lips slightly apart, still gasping out the last strains of his pleasure. I could not help but feel happy for him. He deserved it!”
“Yes. I agree he sure did.” I wanted to be certain that Samina understood that I supported her completely.
Samina did not say anything, and went on, “I at last withdrew my hand when I saw that his cock had slackened down to a flaccid state. It was still most impressive!” Samina said forcefully. “Even in its sleepy mode, I could not help but admire it and wish I could feel it driving inside me! But I knew I could not possibly take things any further, already that had gone far along as it was.”
“I guess Mehmood felt he was pretty luck to have gotten that much from you?” I asked, and Samina gave me that 'I-don't-know' look.
“I stood up, my legs a bit shaky despite not coming herself. I smoothed my skirt down with my dry hand to again look demure, and looked around to see if there were any tissue's wipe the cum off the hand that had done all the work!”
“Things were quite for a few moments, and then Mehmood opened his eyes and smiled at me. 'Thank you so much, Samina. That was truly amazing!' he said. I smiled at him and said that all I did was masturbate him, and while it was big deal, he need not think much of it.” I said as I prepared to leave. I felt I had to leave soon, before Mehmood got any more ideas.
“Good idea,” I laughed. Although in my mind, I thought that had I been in Mehmood's place, I would have been pretty sure that just playing my cards right would guarantee roll in the bed with Samina.
Samina got up to get some coffee, and then went on with her narrative. "'That's all it may have been to you, Samina. But the soft touch of your hands, compared to my old blistered hand, and your tongue … that magic tongue, that's what got me there in the end!' Mehmood sounded genuinely appreciative and I just gave a quick friend smile, as I wiped away his semen, from my hand, and some that went into my hair.”
For some reason Samina's description of how she tried to clean herself was immensely erotic to me. As I pictured what she was doing, I felt my cock jump!
"Anyway, I tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing. But Mehmood would not let things die out. He said, 'Samina, I'm sorry that I intruded on your own special moment back there!' I looked curiously at him, pretending as if I didn't understand what he was saying. 'I mean, when you were doing yourself with your own fingers.' He explained.”
“I turned to face him, I had hoped that he wouldn't mention that. Knowing that he had seen her doing that while I was wanking him was a little embarrassing for me.” Samina sighed.
“I am sure it must have been, darling, it kinda flew in the face of the image that you wanted him to have of being the chaste, conflicted married woman!” I said supportively.
"Yeah, I know!” Said Samina. “Anyway, then he added, 'you were obviously turned on too … I mean, to be doing that to yourself while you were wanking me. Can I do something for you now, Samina? To help you get a release too?' I was shocked he would make such an offer. Fortunately, my response was natural and immediate. I said that was not necessary, and that I was quite okay. I didn't want to admit how turned on I was by seeing and touching such a gigantic cock, so I simply told him that I was just feeling the moment, and it had passed!”
“I am sure that convinced him!” I said jokingly.
Samina laughed. "Yeah right! He asked, 'okay, Samina. Tell me, are you going to tell Umer, about what you've done for me?' That put me in a bit of a bind. I knew that I had to say something that would protect us, but was not sure how to quite phrase it. So I told him that I had not seriously decided what I would to. I told him that I felt guilty, and disloyal, even thought, I was pleased that I had done something nice for him, and maybe helped ease some of the hurt and loneliness he had been feeling.”
“Hmmm.... what did he say to that?” I enquired.
"Well, he said, 'Samina, what you just did for me … you will never know how much better I feel. To you, it may have been just a simple act, just a quick wank for a friend, but I feel so much better after that! You know, I've been doing that for myself every night for the past month but after you doing it for me, I've never felt like I do right now!' Not knowing what to say, I just that I would have been offended if he had felt any other way, as I was real live woman!”
"That made Mehmood laugh, and she said, 'you sure are! Tell Umer, that if he's ever willing to lend you to me for complete sex, I will treat you so well … and I'll respect you too, Samina. And I promise total discretion!' I could only laugh nervously, and told him that I was sure he would keep his promises, but that it was quite out of the question. At that moment I my eyesl fell on his flaccid penis, and I could not stop myself from looking at it longingly.”
“Wow, and did he see that?” I asked.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Yes, unfortunately he did, and snickered, 'you like the size of my cock, do you Samina?' I didn't want to go down this track and simply gave him a non-committal ummm for a response, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from it.” Said Samina.

"Mehmood, seemed to think that my stare at his cock gave him license to go on teasing me, and he said, 'have you ever had one that thick, Samina? Had it in you, I mean?' I felt that I had to say something to put an end to this conversation, so I told him that I did not want to get into the whole comparison thing.” Said Samina, she sounded a little exasperated.
I immediately realized that her choice of words would have immediately given Mehmood an opening to pursue. Which I was sure he must have. Having seen me naked in the shower many times, he knew that I could not even hold a candle to him.
"Mehmood, just did not seem to take the hint, and said, 'no Samina, I'm not talking about Umer,, I've seen him in the showers at the golf club. I know that his is nowhere near as thick or as long as mine is. I just meant in the past, Samina, have you ever had one like that before, when you were younger? Or were you a virgin when you got married?' That annoyed me no end, so I simply said damn you and that I had never had one that big, and I hoped he was satisfied. Of course that was not the truth, but I could not tell him that, so I played the role of the offended, indignant, respectable wife, something I was sure he was expecting of me anyway."
I just nodded.
"'Very satisfied, thank you Samina,' he answered with a laugh, and added,'it will always be here for you if you ever want to experience it. I know you would enjoy it!' His complacent tone, and superior manner really had me annoyed, and I snapped at him, that he was now being disrespectful, and that his attitude was not helping the guilt I was already feeling. I picked up the food utensils, and told him I was leaving. I cannot tell you how mad I was, but it was not at Mehmood, but at myself!” Samina raised her voice and looked at me.
“It's okay darling,” I said soothingly. “So you let things get a little out of control, but not too far.” But I could see that Samina was really mad at herself. Really, this situation had the potential to blow up in our faces and create some serious problems, if Mehmood decided to blab around.
“Martin stood and walked towards me, I thought he wanted to kiss or hug me, so I moved back, and told him to get a decent life, and start taking care of himself, he had grieved enough, and now needed to start moving back to the world of the living.” Samina said sagely.
"Anyway, as I was leaving, he said, 'Samina, I promise you I will do all those things, all because of what you have just done for me. Not just for the great wank, but for dinner too. Thanks Samina, and please thank Umer for me!' I think he wanted to kiss me, but saw how edgy I was about that, as he stood there with his shorts now down around his ankles and his penis hanging limply, still an impressive size in its flaccid state, smiled, and waved good bye.”
“So you did not let him take things further than that. Good idea!” I said.
“Yes I know, but I really wrestled with my thoughts on the drive home. Even now, I don't know what I want to do with Mehmood!” Samina said gently, as she got up and went to our bedroom, and I followed.
"Well darling, Mehmood, has lost the love of his life and you and I have been best friends with them for quite a while now. So, if you felt that you needed to offer him some comfort … even if it was very personal and intimate comfort … you know, at this time, then I would understand perfectly. It would not affect our loving relationship one bit, and I think Mehmood can be trusted to keep his word that he would be discrete" I pointed out. I knew Samina wanted to have sex with Mehmood and wanted to give her a good reason why it was alright for her to go for it, despite her reservations.
I think Samina felt pushed into a corner. She knew she had to confess now, all of it, every salacious moment. "Umer…" she said very tentatively.
"Yes, my darling," I responded, moving closer to her, my arms going around her, pulling her close to my body.
Samina was now tight up against me, her face against the collar of my shirt. "Umer, if I did go to bed with him, are you certain it would be alright? I mean he knows some our family and close friends back in Pakistan. Aren't your worried he might tell them?”
"Of course not, Samina. I just told you, I think he is trustworthy, and frankly it would perfectly understand if you did something intimate to help such a good friend of ours in his time of need." I don't know why, but I really wanted Samina to be fucked by Mehmood. At the time it did not even occur to me, how unnatural it was to be having that conversation.
"I love you so much Umer, what did I ever to get a husband like you, who has set me free? I cannot believe how lucky I got with you?” Samina kissed me, and I kissed back with equal passion as we got into our bedroom.
We stood in front of the the bed and started making out. My hands went under Samina's skirt and fondled both her ass cheeks, and then one finger insinuated itself between those cheeks that were now lewdly spread apart in my palms. That finger ever so gently touched her anal ring, tickling it, making Samina jump and moan. She had learnt to enjoy being touched there a while back and now loved it. Samina gasped and her cheeks clenched in reaction, gripping the finger briefly.
Then I let go with one hand, moved it towards her cunt, leaving the finger on anus to gently apply pressure there and tickle it randomly. As I had expected, her front was damp! My fingers at her cunt got busy, drawing the juices amazingly quickly from her body, then coming up to the top of her slit and uncovering her sensitive clitoris. Two fingers swirled around it and Samina's attention was diverted from her asshole, her clit reacting, all of her sensations pent up from her earlier arousal with Mehmood coming forward. I could feel my fingers get moist with her cream, and knew she was ready.
I dropped to my knees, and put my head under Samina's skirt. The strong, erotic smell of her sex soon enveloped me, as I quickly lowered her pussy. I was so incredibly aroused myself that I wanted to fuck her right there. My fingers at her cunt left her momentarily, as I unbuckled my jeans and undid the zipper as fast as I could, then his fingers were back, separating the outer lips of her sopping pussy. I kissed it, before gently nibbling the lips and then licking her clitoris with random tongue strokes, just the way she loved it!
Eventually, my oral ministrations seemed to be making some impact, as I felt Samina's knees buckle slightly. I quickly put my palms and gripped her ass, to keep her from falling, as she shuffled back a few steps and dropped on the bed. I let her fall back, and then went on with my tongue's assault on her cunt, her juices really flowing now. Soon, I felt a familiar shudder in her and knew that she was close to orgasm, and decided it was time.
I stopped my tongue, and came out from under the skirt, a blast of cool airconditioned air hitting my face and damp chin, and lips. Gone was intoxicating smell of Samina's cream, in its place I smelt the fresh pine odour of the plug in air freshener.
I stood up and placed my hard cock against Samina's lit. The shaft made several thrusts along her slit, each one nudging her clit while in her ass, just one finger continued to gently circle her asshole. I could tell that Samina was so delirious with the sensations she was getting. I knew that this could not be a marathon effort, I had tend to my wife's needs quickly before I lost it. I was just so turned on. Several more thrusts along her slit from back to front, each one culminating in his knob pausing at her clit and Samina's breathing had quickened. She was moaning out her pleasure, unashamed to reveal how rapidly she had become aroused.
At last, I pulled back far enough along her slit and adjusted my body slightly and with the aid of my fingers, my next stroke nudged inside of her, and I imagined what it would look like with Mehmood doing that to her. Once again I felt envy and regret. It was only the head at first and I paused there and Samina cried out, "ooohhhh yes, give it to me now!" This was the most involved she had been when I fucked her, in a long time, I knew that she had to be exceptionally aroused to be that way. Her arms reached forward and her hands gripped the edges of the bed, and she spread her legs out more, bracing herself for his full entry.
With the knob of the cock embedded, the fingers that were wet from their juices now strayed around to her butt, pushing his dry hand away. I stroked the wet fingers around and around her anus, while the cock held just inside her cunt. Then together in one slick movement,I slowly pushed my cock in deeper … gaining ground, sliding smoothly into her cunt while one wet finger forced itself past her sphincter and pushed inside her rectal passage to the first knuckle. Samina screamed out with the double penetration and she clamped all her muscles tight, holding my cock hard up inside her cunt while my finger was trapped up her ass. At that moment I would have given anything to have been as well hung as Raj, or Mehmood, or Chris, or even Paco (who was the least well-hung of her lovers thus far, but still more than a fair better hung that I am!)
We held on like that for a long moment, then slowly Samina released her muscular grip andI began to withdraw my shaft right back till only the knob was inside her. Then, harder and stronger this time, the shaft of the cock drove in, as deep as I could take it. I heard Samina moan, “deeper, Umer, deeper!” But alas that was not possible, but I tried my best.
A rhythm began and I didn't hold back, thrusting himself solidly into my wife's cunt. There was nothing subtle about this lovemaking, it was intended to bring us both to near instantaneous pleasure, as I could achieve within my limitations, and it seemed to be working a little. The finger I had insinuated into Samina's ass was gentler, just wiggling a little and her moans told me that she loved it.
I had been inside his wife for barely a minute when he heard and felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. Fortunately, I noted, that Samina was getting to it in record time and I was relieved that she appeared to be going at the same pace as I was!
Samina was rapidly panting and gasping now. After a long time, she was behaving that way when being fucked by me. Her lower body thrusting back at me, meeting my inward strokes to draw maximum satisfaction from the release that she knew could only now be seconds away. I never missed a beat, the strong steady rhythm of my thrusts, finally succeeded in extracting an orgasm out of Samina, as she shuddered, and let out a soft, “ooohhhh!” At the same time, I joined her as a powerful jet of semen spurted from within my shaft, into Samina. I held himself wedged up tight inside Samina, while my cock continued its spasming releases into her. Her muscles again gripped me tight, holding me there for as long as I could remain rigid enough not to slip out, which happened a little to quickly for Samina's liking, you see she is one of the those women, who have extended orgasms, and love being slowly fucked for a bit, even after they have experienced a large orgasm. Alas I could never do that. Still I felt good that this was one of those rare times when she had orgasmed with me fucking her.
I stood up shakily. For a moment, Samina just lay flat on the bed, where she had been pinned. Then slowly, she used her hands to push herself upright, and sat down, facing her me. We looked at each other and both began laughing.
"Where did all that come from?" I asked Samina. "That was awesome!"
"I guess … I mean, I have to admit that the thought of me being with Mehmood just turned me on too much. That and describing what happened earlier at his house was just too much."
"But I've never known you to be so … so…" I did not know what to say.
"Such an animal? Orgasm so easily" suggested Samina.
"Yes … I suppose so. It was just like you had to have me here and now, no matter what … and nothing was going to stop you. I think that's what got to me, the overpowering nature of how much you wanted me. I wish I could give you such orgasms more often.” I said sadly.
"Send me over to Mehmood's once a week, and maybe you will be able to!" Said Samina with a laugh, and I laughed with her.
There was silence between us for a while as we both continued to regather their normal breathing, then Samina spoke. "That does appear to have been the spark, Umer!"
"What's that, Samina?"
"I mean, I went over to Mehmod, did something I should probably not have done, but it felt so right when I did do it, I have been aroused as hell telling you about it.”
I looked adoringly at Samian, and hugger her. "I have to admit, Samina, that I was so turned on by your description of what happened and by my picturing you doing it all to him."
Samina laughed, “I knew you would darling, that is why I tried to give you a complete account of what happened.”
I felt his cock had grown again, just thinking about Samina and Mehmood together. Samina wrapped right around it. “See, I had no trouble getting my fingers and thumb to join around yours! It looks so cute, almost like a miniature toy compared to Mehmood's or Raj's, now those are the real thing!” She giggled as my penis twitched.
Not much was exchanged on the subject for a while, as soon we were in bed, relaxing, before falling asleep, with me spooning Samina.
The next morning, we were very romantic and clingy with each other, with lots of gentle touches and lingering kisses, although being a working day, there was no time for any further torrid sex together. As I left for work, I kissed Samina goodbye, and she surprised me surprising her saying, "I'm going to call Mehmood today, see if he'll come over Friday night. You know, resume our dinners."
"Of course darling, if that is what you want, go for it.” I said.
“Well, I don't know if I'm ready to face him after what I did. It might be a bit embarrassing, but still I do so want to ....well.... you know!" Samina gave me her patented demure, flirty smile.
“I know darling,” I laughed. “And I think you are right to trust Mehmood.”
The days leading up to Friday were a whirlwind. Samina and I was totally swamped in our respective jobs, and were too tired to do anything but grab a quick bite to eat, hit the sack, and fall asleep as soon as our head touched the pillow. So we did not have much time to discuss the Mehmood situation much. We barely had time to catch up on our day, let alone talk about anything else. Alas, life tends to be that way, no matter how much we would like to be all fun and games. But Samina had not even mentioned if she had even called Mehmood to set up the date.
That Thursday evening, when I came home, I brought her flowers and a bottle of her favorite wine, which we consumed during dinner. Then, we sat together on the lounge, my arm dbangd around her waist, as we finished up the wine, and watched some television.
"So,” Samina said suddenly, a wide smile pasted oh her face. “I called Mehmood today and he said he'd be delighted to come for dinner tomorrow!"
"Oh damn, you didn't?" I pretended to be annoyed.
"Yes, I did!” Samina laughed.
"But you said you'd rather you wait. You were going to be so embarrassed." I pointed out.
"Nah,” Samina said confidently, “I'll be fine. I'll be able to handle it." She laughed. “In fact I am looking forward to handling IT again.” She laughed, emphasizing the word 'IT'.
"Well, it certainly didn't do you any harm the first time!" I told her when my own laughter subsided.
"I am sorry sweetie, but I can't help it. I do love IT so!” Samina giggled naughtily, as she emphasized the word 'IT' again.
"Well then, it looks like you need Mehmood to stoke you fire!" I said simply and Samina nodded.
"Well, in that case, I certainly need some more intimate moments with Mehmood to spark our fires." Samina said, as she sipped her wine.
"Well inviting him over to resume our Friday night dinners …seems like a good start." I told Samina and she nodded.
"What was said on the phone today, Samina? Did you or he mention you being over there with him?" I wanted to know if Mehmood had said anything about what happened the night Samina had taken dinner over to him.
"Well, I didn't bring it up … he just said that he had a great time , and he thanked me for coming over with dinner." Samina said.
"And that was all?" I was a little surprised that Mehmood had made no mention of what happened when Samina was at his place.
"Oh, he said something about my visit, inspiring him to move on with his life, and he fully intended to start to living again, as that is what his wife would have wanted him to do.” Samina said.
"Wow, that's great!"
"Yeah, all from one five minute wank. Damn I'm good!" Samina laughed, and I join her.
When we went to bed that evening, I gave Samina a long, sensual message, which she clearly enjoyed. Then I brought her to climax by going down on her. Alas, my hard throbbing cock did not receive any attention from her, as she was asleep almost as soon as her orgasm subside. Instead of feeling upset, or jilted, I just went to the bathroom, and jerked off.
The next morning was Friday, the mood was, once again, intimate and romantic over breakfast. Just as I prepared to leave, I told Samina, "if you like and if it makes things easier for you, I could make an excuse that have to go out tonight. Leave you to entertain Mehmood on your own. Maybe that will be a better?"
"Hmmm.” Thought Samina, “that's not a bad idea. That way I can still pretend to be the conflicted wife, cheating on her husband, not some easy to lay floozie. Your not being there might be my best chance to feel his lovely cock inside me. But it is a shame you won't get to see it!”
"Well darling, actually you won't be alone with him. I'm only going to tell him that I'm going out. I thought that I'd set up inside our wardrobe, leave the door open just a crack so I can watch you two do it." I explained.
"You must be crazy! I would never had thought of that.” Samina laughed. “You are on!”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Thanks sweetie.” I hugged and kissed my lovely wife, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. “What could be better than you telling me what you two did? For me to actually see it, watch and hear every moan, every groan, hear and see every time you come. Watch you worship his big cock, see the first time you take it up inside you. Then, when he goes home, you and I can re-live it all over and over again. There is no sight more erotic and beautiful in my eyes, then watching you get the pleasure you deserve. I feel wonderdul."

Samina smiled at me. “You know Umer sometimes, I still can't believe that you're like this. It seems like a dream .But thanks darling, thanks for letting me experience what I know I deserve, I only wish you could give it to me!”
"Darling, I wish I could to, but I knowing that you are being so satisfied makes me feel like I responsible for it, if not with my body, then with my mind and attitude in accepting my short comings and not letting them interfere with your pleasure!” I said. “It's obvious that the size of a man's cock impresses you, means a lot to you and your pleasure. I cannot possibly deny you the right to enjoy it! My only occasional worry is that perhaps we're messing with something dangerous. I don't want it to break us up. I love you too much and can't bear the thought of losing you."
"It won't Umer, I can promise you that. I know most people would be horrified if they ever found out about our lifestyle, and think we will surely split. But I know better, if anything your willingness to let me be free and experiment and enjoy other men, only makes me love you all the more. I have so before, and I will say it again forever, whenever you want to hear it and reassure yourself." Samina hugged me tight.
"I know, darling! And thanks!” I kissed her, and left for work.
When I walked in the door that evening, Samina was already home. Samina told me that she was having second thoughts. Her concern was mostly driven by the fact that Mehmood was very well acquainted with her mother's family, so what if he even accidentally slipped up and said something that implicated Samina..
"That's okay, Samina. You don't have to make up your mind until Mehmood arrives." I said, in a way I understood her concern.
"Okay, and I'll give you signal if I decide to go for it, that will be your cue to leave." Said Samina.
"No, I've already told him, that I will have to leave." I said.
"What? But I didn't agree yet." Samina sounded upset.
"Doesn't matter. We had a lunch meeting today, and I told him that I was sorry but a problem had come up at the plant which would probably require me leave and be at the office all evening, but I insisted that he should still come over." I explained.
"What did he say?" Asked Samina softly..
"Said he'd still love to come. Laughed, and said something about how he'd rather see you than me anyway." I laughed.
"But what if I don't want to take things any further?" Samina asked.
"No problem. If you decide that you really don't want to do it, give me a signal. I'll just tell him that the problem got resolved, and I don't have to leave. The three of us will just have a normal night together. There is no pressure on you Samina to go ahead, it's all your call, as always. You have to want to do it too. I'm going to run your hot bath for you now so you can relax and thing. Then I'm going to lay out two complete outfits for you on the bed, right down to underwear and all. I bought a little dress for you today. If you wear that it means you are planning to go ahead, the other dress will be more conservative, put that on, if you are certain that you don't want to go on.” I said, trying to make things as simple as possible.
Samina looked across at the lounge and saw the box for the first time. She started toward it.
"No Samina, not yet. You can't see it until after your bath. I'll leave the two outfits on the bed. The new one is to turn Mehmood on if I go out. The older outfit is just something I've grabbed from your wardrobe and is to wear if I stay home and the three of us have dinner together. It's pretty demure. I don't want you to tell me your decision … I will know when I see what outfit you're wearing, and I think it might be better if you don't show me your choice until he gets here." I said, explaining myself again.
"You really have thought this out, haven't you?" Samina smiled
I nodded, then stepped forward, took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. As I held her close, I was certain she could feel that I had a major erection. I hoped that would help sway her decision.
"I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'll leave one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in the shadows." I gave Samina instructions.
I could see that her doubts returned as she listened to my planning. Much later when we talked about the evening, she told me that it was bad enough having to worry about the implications of her sleeping with Mehmood, but now she was also worried him catching me watching them. She poured herself a stiff drink and began preparing dinner whileI ran her a hot bath. When it was ready, he called down to her from the top of the stairs. "Samina, your bath is ready. I'll come down and take over cooking the dinner, okay?"
It was nearly 6pm by the time Samina stripped off and lowered herself body into the steaming bath. I knew that she would have some nice quiet time to reflect and decides, as sas her mind rattled through all of the possible consequences of what might happen if in fact she did give in to her desire and spread her legs for Mehmood. She couldn't be more undecided. For any other man, there would be no question, but with Mehmood, it was a complicated situation, fraught with risk and potential dangers.
As I finished up dinner, I could picture Samina just contented herself in the steaming hot bath, alone with her confused thoughts … erotic thoughts, much of which centred on an image of Martin's enormous erection. I imagined she could see it in her mind as she tried to decide.
Mehmood arrived at around 6:45 p.m, just as I had finished up with the last of the dinner preparations. As I let him in, I wondered what decision Samina had made. By now she would have surveyed the dress choices I had picked out. The new outfit stood out, mainly because it was blood red, and it screamed, 'fuck me!', and indeed there wasn't much of it.
The top was a halter design with a thin strip of the bright red material going around the back of the neck. It was completely backless to the waist. The front wasn't much better with the two sections of material barely wider than her breasts, intended to cover them, but only if she stood or sat completely upright. Otherwise, any forward movement of her upper body would expose most of her breasts from either side. Indeed, not just from the sides because in the front, the gap between the two strands of material was in the form of a vee, dipping almost to her waist before joining up. The material was a very silky and its length was such that I knew it would stop at least 4 inches above her knees. It was also obvious that there was no way a bra could be worn with the dress.
I left Mehmood in the living room, and excused myself. Standing there totally nude, Samina was startled by the bedroom door opening. She looked up, surprised. "Sorry darling, it's only me, just making sure you're okay. Err … Mehmood's here, you would never know him after the way he's looked the last few weeks … the way you would have seen him on Wednesday night. You have obviously done wonders for him. He's had a haircut, clean-shaven, new suit. Samina, he looks a million bucks. Will you be long?"
Samina seemed to be lost in thought and did not reply immediately. I was sure that the exceptionally revealing nature of the new red outfit that I had picked out almost made her decision for her. She was probably thinking that in any other situation she would gladly put on the red outfit, but was it wise to flaunt herself that way in front of Mehmood? Would not a something more subtle be a better idea? Particularly as it would let her back out anytime. The red dress would leave no doubt that of her intentions.
“I'll join you guys in a few minutes!" Samina smiled at me nervously, taking a deep breath.
“Okay darling,” I said, as I enjoyed looking over her perfect nudity. I leaned forward and gave Samina a tender kiss on the lips, whispering to her, "I love you," then paused to give her an affectionate smile. I lingered for a moment longer, his eyes openly roaming, admiring her naked body, then retreated and closed the door without another word.
Samina later told me that she never even tried on the blue outfit, those few words from me about how well Mehmood looked, and the loving look in my eyes had made up her mind on a decision that she had agonized with all day. So, she quickly wrapped the thin black garter belt around herself and attached the hooks, straightening it for the suspenders to hang limply down each thigh, front and back. Then she sat to draw the sheer black nylon stockings up high and attached them to the suspenders. She stepped into the new red thong and drew it up her long legs, pulling the band up tight until the thin strand disappeared into the crack of her ass, the material at the front barely covering her pubic mound. Then she, slipped the red dress on and fiddled with the material, trying to spread the two sections wide enough to cover her breasts without embarrassment. She watched herself in the mirror as she made all sorts of manoeuvres with her body to see how much could be seen when she leaned forward. “I thought it revealed everything,” she to me. “My tits would be totally on show if I bent forward!”
“I knew that, when I bought it,” I laughed.
“Well, I slipped on the high heeled shoes, and saw myself in mirror, thinking that I would probably be Mehmood's before the night was over. I thought that the overall look was more sexy than whorish, and that was a good thing!”
While Samina was still in the bedroom, Mehmood and I chatted and drank some scotch. I had positioned myself, so that at first only I could see Samina, as she came down. Mehmood, had his back to the stairs. When I saw that she had chosen the sexy new red dress, my face lit up and he felt my erect cock jerk with anticipation.
I guess Mehmood saw the grin on my face, as he quickly he turned to see what had sparked my interest. Looking up, he caught sight of Samina coming down the stairs, she was a vision in red. He looked startled, he had never seen her looking quite so glamorous. Each step she took, her leg pushed the silky dress forward and he saw a flash of thigh. I thought I saw movement in his pants.
"Samina, you look truly amazing," said Mehmood, as he stepped forward and took Samina's hand as she reached the last step. "I love the dress, you look a million bucks in that." Mehmood could tear his eyes away from Samina
"Thank you Mehmood, it's good to see you again," she said, and I saw that she was keeping herself upright, I guess not wanting Mehmood to get any free peeps at her breasts.
I moved to the other side of Samina and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You do look really special tonight, I am sure that Mehmood, will appreciate you dressing up for dinner."
"Well honey, when you told me that he had shaved and cleaned up and was wearing a suit, I figured that I had to dress up too." Turning again to Mehmood, she added, "You do look handsome again, Mehmood. I was so distressed to see how you looked the other night."
"I owe it all to you, Samina. Your words and your warmth inspired me. I had to get myself right because you told me to."
"Thank you," responded Samina with a warm smile and her other hand raised up to softly touch Mehmood's cheek.
"I'll leave you two for a minute, I've just got to check the dinner," said I, departing for the kitchen. Of course that was just an excuse, and while I pretended to check on dinner, my full attention was on the living room.
Mehmood still held Samina's hand and together they strolled into the living room. Samina did not seem too pushed to pull her hand away, until they got the liquor cabinet, when she said, "excuse me while I get myself a drink. Mehmood, can I get you another of whatever that is?"
“Ummm, maybe later, for now, I think just a Perrier thanks Samina," said Mehmood and Samina looked at him, surprised.
"Perrier water, what's with you?" she asked as she poured herself Vodka straight up.
"I'm cleaning up my act, Samina. You will never realise what a powerful effect you had on me on Wednesday night. One drink to start the evening is enough for now I think."
"Oh, that night again! Mehmood, can we not talk about that? I'm just a bit embarrassed about what I did."
"Don't be," said Mehmood, moving closer than Samina. "You were fabulous, in more ways than one. As well as making me feel tremendous, you know, inside … your words made me realize that I had to pull myself together. So I went out yesterday, had a haircut and a shave, bought this new suit, and I feel a lot better for it."
"That's great, Mehmood. I'm pleased that I could help you." Samina walked over to the lounge chairs and perched on an arm, not wanting to slump into one and have the dress separate in front. Mehmood followed, again standing very close to her.
"So Umer tells me he has a meeting to go to, looks like we're going to be alone, just the two of us."
"Guess we'll have to play Scrabble … you know, to pass the time," she said wickedly, and laughed a little.
"What?" Mehmood looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, sorry, you're joking."
I saw her give gave him a cheeky wink, just as I in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of us sat down at the dining table and I began carving the roast. Samina jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates.
It was an enjoyable meal, the wine flowed, but we noticed that Mehmood drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. Samina and I drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. Good conversation was flowing throughout. Mehmood regaled us with stories from his most recent trip to Pakistan, when he had trekked in the Himalayas, right up to the second level base camp of K2. We were impressed, but I wondered if it was a good idea for Mehmood to be bringing up Pakistan, it was that connection that was making Samina so hesitant to begin with, any mention of it could only make things worse. I hoped it would not, and was relieved to see Samina smiling normally.
When we had finished, I pushed back his chair and announced, "I'm going to have to get a move on now, they have not called to cancel, so I guess they want me at the plant. Mehmood, I am sorry again that I have to leave you when you are here as my guest. But my very beautiful better half is going to do her best to entertain you tonight. I don't know what she has in mind, but I am certain that you will enjoy yourself." I turned and winked a Samina, who gave me a lovely smile.
Samina blushed the same colour as her dress as Mehmood responded. "Just looking at her in that dress is entertainment for me. Umer, what time do you think you'll be home?"
"Definitely not before midnight!" I said, quite pointedly.
"That's great," said Mehmood enthusiastically before adding "I mean, we will miss you, but maybe we three can have a nightcap when you get in?"
"Yes, I would like that very much," I said. "Excuse me, I must get ready. I'll pop in and say goodnight before I leave."
I left the two of them alone, and saw Samina rise from her chair and moved around the table to collect Mehmood's plate. That put her alongside his chair and as she bent forward to pick up the plate, he could glimpse her full left breast side on in profile, barely contained by the silky material. Only the tip of her breast and the already erect nipple was obscured.
Samina tried to bring her left arm forward to block his view, but he pushed it behind them and his head came forward to the side of her body and he planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin of the side of her breast. She jumped, surprised. Then she felt his hand touching the back of one knee and quickly sliding up the back of her thigh.
"Don't Mehmood, please." Samina tried to pull away, but his hand was firm, holding onto the back of one leg under her dress, just above the stocking top.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Samina, I want you so badly. I can't tell you what happened to me when I saw you dressed like that. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and here you are, you've been under my nose the whole time. I never knew."

"Mehmood, Umer's still in the house, he could come back any minute." Samina seemed to plead. Smart I thought, letting him think that she was still hesitating, but she could only take so far. Mehmood was no dodo, seeing her dressed the way she was, he had to have known what her game was.
"It's okay, Samina. I'll bet he knows what's going to happen in this house tonight." Said Mehmood, immediately letting me know that what I suspected was indeed correct.
"What do you mean he knows?" Samina looked at him, alarmed.
"You, dressing like that and him having to go out for the night. And me having told him how horny I've been lately. He'd have to know that I'd make a move on you when you look a living, breathing sex goddess. I guess he's okay about it or he wouldn't go out and leave us." Mehmood said simply
I was relieved. For a minute, I wondered if Mehmood knew all about our plan, but his answer didn't seem to indicate it. Samina hadn't moved from the spot, standing alongside the seated Mehmood, although she probably could have. His hand moved up, lifting the back of her dress with it, and gently passed across the bare cheeks of her ass and he again kissed the side of her breast, this time lingeringly.
Unbeknownst to the pair, I had not gone upstairs to get ready to go out. I simply went out the dining room door, stepped deeper into the shadows of the hallway and watched my wife with friend. I didn't have to wait long as Samina began to clear the plates away.
I watched, aroused, as Mehmood slipped his hand up under the back of Samina's dress, and could see that the hand was obviously on her ass. I couldn't see the hand, but he could see the dress bulging around that hand as it fondled and squeezed Samina's ass. It turned me on to see Mehmood's soft kiss on the rounded side of Samina's breast through the big gap that the dress provided. I was in heaven.
Samina's head kept turning nervously toward the doorway as Mehmood's hand fondled her ass cheeks under her dress and his lips sucked on the smooth rounded side of her breast. "no panties, I like that!" his voice mumbled against the soft skin of her breast.
"I'm wearing a thong," she whispered back and she felt his finger delve in between her ass cheeks to confirm the thin band of lace that barely covered her anus. While the lacy material prevented his finger from actually touching her sensitive anal ring, she felt the skin of his finger rubbing against the inner cheeks of her ass and her whole body shivered.
I coughed from the darkened hallway and Mehmood just got his hand away from Samina's ass before John re-entered the dining room. "Well, I'll be off, be good you two."
Samina pulled away from the table and turned to greet me, and her face revealed her arousal and a little naughtiness. " Hope the meeting's not too boring," she told me.
Yes John, hope it goes well, " said Mehmood, adding "What time did you say you'd be back?"
"Not before midnight … at the earliest," I replied. "If you're still here, we'll have a drink. Meanwhile, keep Samina entertained. What do you two think you might do?" I teased a little.
"I think I might put a movie on," volunteered Samina, trying to sound innocent. "After we have some dessert."
"That sounds good," said Mehmood, but not very convincingly.
I leaned forward and gave Samina quite a passionate open-mouthed kiss with just a bit of tongue. Mehmood said nothing, just watched approvingly. When we kiss broke, I slapped my hand into Mike's, gave it a very firm shake and headed for his front door.
Samina followed me, and I gave her another quick kiss at the door. Mehmood had stayed seated at the table, so my mouth lingered beside Samina's ear after the kiss. "Give me at least 20 minutes before you start anything. It will take me that long to drive down the block and park the car, double back and come up the ladder. I've got it propped by our bedroom window. And don't let him do anything down here, save it all for our bedroom, okay?"
"Okay!" she agreed, "but I'm still a little nervous. I wish he hadn't mentioned Pakistan."
"You'll be great, I know you'll enjoy it and I will too. Just be yourself, do whatever you want and remember that I love you dearly, and I am sure Mehmood is trustworthy.Oh, and later tell me everything that happens in the next 20 minutes, I don't want to miss anything!” I said as I walked away.
The description that follows, up to the point where I could see them again, is based entirely on what Samina shared with me later.
Samina walked back into the dining room and Mehmood had left the table. He was nowhere to be seen. She cleared the plates and carried them to the kitchen. A moment later, he reappeared, coming from the living room at the front of the house. "I was just checking out the window, making sure that John has really gone. After Wednesday night, this all seems too good to be true."
Mehmood stepped straight up to Samina, who was standing at the sink still scbanging dishes. He wrapped his arms around her. She quickly slipped out of his grasp and took two steps back. "I think that I need to spell out some ground rules here. Mehmood, don't go jumping to any conclusions, and certainly don't just assume because we're here alone that sex is happening here tonight."
Mehmood was stunned, he had assumed all of that, and more. He reached for her again, but she took another step back and held her hand up toward his chest. "Mehmood, I felt very sorry for you that night, for all you'd been through since losing your wife. I never intended for any of that to happen when I brought dinner over. You got me at a very weak moment and I was very disturbed by how you looked and by what you had been through."
"I'm sorry Samina, I guess that I just picked up on a few signs tonight and thought that we would continue where we left off on Wednesday. Like John inviting me over, then telling me that he's got to go to a meeting for 5 hours or more, then you appearing as a vision in that come-and-take-me dress … and then watching you putting drinks away like you're building up some courage to take a big step."
"Mehmood, I can see how all of that might look the way you think. I'm just trying to say to you … something could well happen between us tonight, but I am extremely nervous and very unsure of what I want. Can I just give you some advice … there is more chance of it happening if you are more like you were that night. I really don't like the super confident Mehmood, putting his hands all over me and that smirk on your face that says I'm going to fuck my friend's wife."
He backed up a few steps and leaned against the kitchen table, the same table that had held Samina while John drove his cock into her two nights ago. "Sorry Samina, I get your message … loud and clear."
"Thanks Mehmood," she said as she walked past him to retrieve some more dishes from the dining room. She gave him a light peck on the cheek as she walked past but he resisted the urge to touch her.
Mehmood stayed where he was in the kitchen as Samina completely cleared the dining room table, quickly washed up a few items, then turned, drying her hands. It was only ten minutes since John had left. 'Too soon to go upstairs,' Samina thought. 'But at least my little speech gave me some time for John to get into position. At the speed things were happening, Mehmood would have had me upstairs in 2 minutes. And what would he think of me then?'
"Let's sit in the front room, I think I need just one more drink" she told Mehmood and he moved to follow her, enjoying watching the natural sway of her ass as she moved into the living room and sat herself down in a single chair. He poured her a fresh glass of wine and handed it to her before sitting in the single chair opposite her. His gaze lingered on the amount of leg showing.
"You're not having one," she asked as she sipped her wine.
"No, I think I've given it too much of a nudge lately," he told her.
"So is that the only reason you're not drinking, that you've cleaned up your act?"
"Well to be truthful, alcohol doesn't agree with male arousal," he told her with a slight smile, but still nervous about her reaction after her rebuff in the kitchen.
"I thought that may be the real reason. Thank you, I respect your honesty, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness."
"Did I tell you how much I enjoyed what you did for me on Wednesday night?"
"You did, but I feel better talking about it now that John's gone. You can tell me some more. Did you have a haircut and a shave and buy a new suit just because your best friend's wife took your large penis in her hand and tugged on it until you came?"
Mehmood looked confused, because Samina's mixed signals were keeping him off balance. "Not just because you tugged on it, Samina. I loved the way you licked it too. Would you do that again for me?"
"I could, if that's what you really wanted."
"I also loved the way that you were turned on by touching my cock. I saw the reaction in your face when you touched yourself."
Samina blushed. "You weren't supposed to see me doing that."
"I'm glad I did, it revealed some of your sexuality, you keep it hidden, you know. Tell me Samina, did you like touching my cock?"
She closed her eyes, picturing it and nodded with a slight smile. "I know it's very unfair of me to make comparisons and I really don't know if I would like one as thick as yours. But your penis is awesome! It's beautiful!”
"You can call it a cock, you know?"
"Would you prefer I call your large penis a big cock, would you Mehmood?" she said, kicking her high heels off and tucking both legs up under her. The movement caused her thighs to part and his eyes strained to see more of her in the darkness under her skimpy dress. "Are you looking for something, Mehmood?"
"Yes Samina, I want to see more of you," he said as he rose from his chair.
Samina could see the tenting of his pants now, caused by that large erection that she had held and played with just two nights ago. "Don't rush Mehmood, there's plenty of time. I want to finish my glass of wine and then we'll see what happens," she said, her hand coming up again as a stop signal.
He stayed still, right where he had risen from the chair.
"It seems like that was a good move … I mean, you not having a drink," she said, staring at and nodding toward his tented trousers.
"Yes, it feels particularly big tonight, it's even a bit uncomfortable, Samina," he told her as his hand dropped and pulled at his trousers, trying to adjust the position of his cock in the cramped pants.
"Is it caught up in your underpants, Mehmood?"
"Yes!" he said almost in a whisper.
"Do you want to free it Mehmood? I don't mind if you want to give it some air. Its not like I haven't seen it before, is it?"
"No, its not, Samina! Err … if you don't mind, I will get it out," he said as he fumbled with his zipper, lowering it and reaching in with one hand and gently pulling out his erect cock, carefully avoiding the metal edges of the zip.
They were just six feet apart. With Samina still sitting and Mehmood standing, she was almost at eye level with the bulge in his trousers. Samina's eyes widened as she saw his proud thick erection, standing straight out from his body, his fingers lightly wrapped around its base. All of the memories of seeing it and touching it for the first time came flooding back to her and she smiled broadly.
She stood up and paused where she stood, just a little unsteady on her feet, her eyes looking up and away from his cock to lock onto his eyes. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and sipped, her eyes never leaving his. Then her free hand slowly dropped to the front hem of her dress and grasped a portion from in front of her right leg. Holding that, her hand took it across and clutched more of her hem from in front of her left leg, then ever so slowly, she raised the bottom of her dress.
He wanted to maintain their eye-lock, but he had to look down. Her hand lifted the dress toward the tops of her thighs, revealing for the first time to his intense gaze, the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the suspenders that held them in position and stretched up under the dress. Her hand kept rising and at last he could see the tiny red g-string that barely covered her mound. Her wrist now held the bunched material from the front of her dress against her trim belly, freeing up two of her fingers that delved into the top of the g-string and began foraging around behind the material.
Samina rummaged her fingers around under her G-string and then withdrew them. Her other hand again brought the glass to her lips and she gulped down the last of the wine. She placed the glass down and stepped toward him, closing the gap between them and held out the hand that she had just pulled from out of her g-string, placing her fingers right under his nose. "I recall that you liked doing this the other night."
Mehmood inhaled the musky aroma from her cunt and again parted his lips. This time, it was she who shoved her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them vigorously, tasting the juices of her cunt. "Mehmood, I need to tell you something very important. I have at last made up my mind, I know what I want and I'm sure I know what you want, and I think they are similar. Will you come with me now?"
Mehmood never said a word, just took her hand from his mouth and held it as she led the way, a step ahead of him. As he climbed the stairs two steps behind her, he watched the lithe and subtle movement of her ass cheeks covered by her flimsy red dress and he reached down to stroke his still exposed organ. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"I'm taking you to my bed, I saw what I need and I want it now! I just hope you will never betray me!" she said, squeezing his hand, the only physical contact between them.
“I want you too Samina, and I promise what happens tonight will stay between us till the day I die. I will never do anything to hurt you!” Mehmood promised.
I had been in position for several minutes, and been wondering what was taking them so long, desperately hoping that they hadn't started downstairs out of sight. I had placed a comfortable chair inside the walk-in wardrobe and left the sliding door slightly ajar. I had a large bottle of water from which to drink and an equally large empty bottle in case I needed to take a piss before the show was over. I wanted to be fully prepared in case they spent a long time in bed.
As Samina led Mehmood into our bedroom, I eased further back into the shadows, fearful that I might be seen. But by this time, I was sure that Mehmood had only one thing on his mind. I had left off the overhead light and he had strategically placed the two bedside lamps so that they softly lit the queen sized bed. I had also turned the sheets down. From my vantage point, the foot of the bed was closest, just a few short feet from the wardrobe door.
Samina led Mehmood right up to the side of the bed and then turned, the backs of her legs against the bed. I liked the way she led him in, like she was in charge. When he had left them downstairs, it had looked like Mehmood was the one full of confidence and ready to jump on her. I wondered how my wife had turned the situation around, and made a mental note to ask her when they were in bed together in about six hours, reviewing the night.
Mehmood stepped up close to Samina, but not touching her. Watching them in profile, I could see that Mehmood already had his extended cock out and was disappointed that I had missed the unveiling. But then I remembered, that Samina had already see it before,so its size would not have surprised her.
Samina placed both hands up on Mehmood's shoulders and her hands wrapped around behind his neck, pulling his face toward her. She turned her head slightly and their lips locked, his tongue immediately brushing her closed lips and forcing her to part them. Mehmood's tongue claimed her mouth and brushed her tongue on all sides before she pushed her own back to engage him. From his hiding place behind the wardrobe door, John heard her whimper.
Mehmood's arms went around Samina's waist and pulled her into him, his erection flattening between their bodies awkwardly. I had had a partial erection for the past hour. But seeing for the first time my scantily clad, loving wife engaged in a passionate embrace with our friend beside their marriage bed, triggered an instant surge of blood and mycock sprang to attention. I was forced to reach down and unzip, quietly releasing my own trapped organ.
Meanwhile, moans and groans of ecstasy had begun to come from the couple by the bed and Mehmood's hands dropped to hold an ass cheek in each, pulling her belly tightly against his groin and his large protrusion. One of her hands roamed across his head, tousling his hair, holding his head to hers while their lips locked in an open-mouthed tongue wrestle. Her other hand dropped to wrap around his ass, trying to pull him closer to her.
Mehmood's hands now dropped to the back hem of her skimpy dress and dragged it up over the back of her thighs, It was now my chance to see the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the attached suspenders. Pulling her skirt even higher, Mehmood's hands unknowingly revealed to me, the perfectly shaped curve of her ass in profile. From this side-on angle, I wouldn't even know if she still wore the G-string … I couldn't see the thin strand of material wedged deep between her ass cheeks.
The hands tugged the dress up into a bunch at her waist and while one hand held it there, his other hand dropped down and made a feather-like sweep across both cheeks, sending a thrilling shiver through Samina's whole body. Up above, the passionate kiss had moved to Samina's neck and she was moaning non-stop as Mehmood's lips licked and sucked all over both sides of her neck.
'She's going to have love bites!' I thought.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The hand Samina had on Mehmood's head pulled on his hair, tugging him back from her neck so that she could see his face as she spoke to him. "Would you like me to wank you again, Mehmood? Is that why you've come into my bedroom?"

Both Mehmood and I were aghast. Mehmood pulled back his head to stare into Samina's eyes. I could believe that she was talking, asking questions. A moment ago, she appeared to be lost in the throes of passion.
"I want us to move to the next stage, Samina." Mehmood said soflty.
"You better tell me what that is, Mehmood. What's the next stage? I'll bet that involves your big cock in some way?" Samina teased him, her face smiling.
I couldn't believe she was asking Mehmood to talk about what he was going to do to her. All her reservations about him seemed to have vanished. It was amazing and oh so erotic. Maybe she had added this new element because she knew her I was watching her. Whatever it was, I liked it and it caused me to drop his hand to my own erect cock and start stroking gently.
Mehmood was answering Samina. "I want my big cock inside you, Samina. I know you've never had anything this big in you before, but I'm sure that you want it too."
I laughed to myself at Mehmood's comment, if he only the truth, he would probably faint. I also admired Samina's acting abilities, she had done such a good job of convincing him that he was her first lover outside marriage.
She stared back at him without answering, just looking at his eyes, his nose, his parted mouth and a straight line of white teeth. Suddenly, her own mouth came forward and seized his neck between her lips, sucking and licking and biting as he had been doing to her.
Then she pulled back again and said to him, "Yes, I want that Mehmood … I want to feel that big cock of yours pushing into me, opening me up like I've never been opened before. But I need you to promise me that you'll do it slowly, Mehmood, real slowly. I don't want that big thing of yours to hurt me. Can you do that, Mehmood? Can you hold back enough to do it to me slowly? Or can't you wait? Will you have to have me in a hurry? What's going to happen, Mehmood?"
Boy, Samina, was really taking this whole first time fucking another man thing to the end. I think she realized that Mehmood liked the fact that he was her first lover, the first to make her break her marriage vows, and she did not want to disabuse him of that notion. Although that would happen eventually.
I loved this new side of his wife … she was teasing Mehmood with her words. Teasing me too!
I saw that Samina's breathy voice and her words were driving Mehmood crazy. His mouth found hers again and he silenced her seductive words, driving his tongue into her mouth to clash with hers as their bodies ground together. Suddenly, he broke from the kiss and he pushed her so that she fell back onto the bed, her knees at the edge so that her feet were still planted on the floor. Her dress was still caught up under her, the full length of her thighs in the sexy black stockings exposed.
His hands went straight to her hips and grasped the G-string, snatching it down over her thighs, pulling the thin band of the thong from the clamp of her ass cheeks, exposing her mound to him, the light wispy pubic hair lightly covering her delicate slit. He pushed the skimpy garment down to her ankles and dragged it from her feet. Then he pushed her legs well apart as he kneeled at the side of the bed.
His face came forward and to Samina's surprise, his tongue stretched out kissed her again, as he started to finger her her feminine slit, its tip forcing her outer labia lips to part. "Ohhh!" she gasped as she felt his warm finger on her exposed mound.
Mehmood pushed his finger up between her labia lips, bottom to top, in a series of sensitive stokes that stirred up intense feelings within Samina's body. "Yes … ohhh … yes Mehmood … right there!" she urged as her body shuffled around under his probing tongue that was touching all the right places. Her breathing quickened,f as she pushed her mound up into his palm, trying to get that magical finger to connect with her budding clitoris.
"Ohhh!" she screamed out loud, startling me a little, in his hiding place. She uttered another "ohhhh!" and I knew that Mehmood must have got that finger of his on Samina's clit. They were side-on to me, as Mehmood's finger, was buried in Samina's mound. I could also watch in profile as Mehmood knelt by the bed, that massive thick erection bobbing around in mid air, an erection that was shortly destined to stretch my wife's cunt deeper and wider than I ever could. The sight of a well-endowed man about to stretch my wife never (to this day!) ceased to arouse me, yet at the same time make me feel inferior, envious, and humiliated. I guess it does that to a man when he says that his wife never reacts to his touch the same way!
I could not believe how quickly Samina had responded to Mehmood's exploratory finger. She appeared to already be in the throes of a looming orgasm as her rapid breathing laboured and her body heaved at the edge of the bed. 'Here she comes!' thought I as the telltale signs of her quickened gasps of breath forecast a thundering release.
I saw, Samina's hands grip the pillow hard, as the shuddering spasms started from deep within her body and a raging orgasm completely took over, blocking out all other thoughts. Her ravaged body bounced on the bed and Mehmood stilled his finger against her spread cunt lips to allow her to draw the most from this pounding release. From my spot in the darkened wardrobe, I had already lost it and my fist pounded my erection, striving to release his own pent-up tension as I watched Mehmood giving my wife the ultimate sexual satisfaction.
It was nearly two minutes before Samina's breathing steadied and the spasms in her abdomen stopped. At last, her eyes opened. She looked up at Mehmood through slitted lids and her face broke into a smile. He had by now pulled away from her intimate treasure spot and, still kneeling by the bed, his face hovered above her waist. His eyes admiring her perfect breasts and her lovely face beyond, he smiled back at her. "Like that?" he asked.
"Loved it!" she replied warmly. "Where did you learn to do that with your fingers? They were magical, I have never had anything like that before. That was the best ever," she told him eagerly.
"I must admit that my wife taught me everything I know. She was a non-stop sexual being, could never get enough." Mehmood explained.
"Yes, from what she told me over the years, I had that impression." Samina said dreamily, her eyes still partially shut, as she caressed her chest.
"Did she ever talk about me?"
"Well, I guess she did. Because she liked to tell me about sex, and what she did and how she had experimented over the years. She was very proud of you, and did not hesitate to show off.”
"That's good! So nothing I want to do with you will upset you then."
"I didn't say that. We didn't try everything she suggested. Some things she told me put me off." Samina suddenly opened her eyes.
"Okay, well just tell me if anything I do upsets you, okay?"
"It's a deal! My God, I can't believe how good I feel after that. But you didn't come, so I guess that big moment is near."
"What big moment … me coming?" Mehmood sounded surprised.
"No silly, that big moment when you try to get that big cock of yours into me. I have to admit that I'm very nervous about that. Is it going to hurt? Have you ever done it to a woman and she couldn't take it in and you had to give up?" Samina giggled, and I think that was more towards me than to Mehmood.
"No, never! Samina, I'll be very patient with you. I'll make sure that you're very wet and I'll go so very slowly, just a bit at a time until you're ready to go on. We can do this together."
"That sounds wonderful, Mehmood. I don't think that we have to worry about wet, I feel so soaked down there," she said, slipping her fingers down through her exposed cunt and then offering them up again for his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked in her taste and aroma and she giggled.
Mehmood rose off his knees and as he stood by the bed, his massive cock again came into her view. "Ummmm!" she mouthed approvingly. "I hope I like having it inside me, I want it so badly." Samina was nearly panting. I knew just how much she loved big cock so her reaction was hardly a surprise.
He took her hands and pulled her up to a standing position beside the bed and she ducked her head down when she saw that he wanted to lift the circle of cloth of her dress from around her neck. He did so, dropping it to her waist, baring her whole upper body and bringing her perfectly proportioned breasts before his eyes. "Beautiful!" was all he said to her before his head bent forward and he took one engorged nipple between his lips and sucked.
He switched between each nipple, sucking and licking and lightly grazing them with his teeth. Her body was again experiencing wonderful sensations and she completely forgot about her husband watching from across the room. She had come so quickly that John had not been able to cum in time while watching her release, so he had slowed it down and now just idly stroked his own cock while he watched every passionate move of Samina and Mehmood.
Samina's hands wrapped around Mehmood's head, holding him in turn at each breast as he suckled and kissed her twin orbs. Her legs were unsteady and she leant back against the edge of the bed for support. Mehmood sensed she might be uncomfortable so he paused long enough for Samina to lay back down back in the centre of the bed. Then his lips and tongue went after her breasts again, arousing her in preparation for their ultimate coupling.
As he knelt beside her, administering to her breasts, one of her hands strayed along his body and grasped his erection. Mehmood moaned at her touch and shuffled on his knees to give her greater access to him. She fondled his cock, using her fingers to test its rigidity and again she marvelled at its girth. Her other hand came across her body and cupped his balls, gently massaging them.
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, he devoted his complete attention to her perfectly shaped breasts … Samina constantly whimpered in appreciation as her body succumbed to his seduction. When at last he stopped, her nipples were in a highly engorged and very sensitive state.
While Mehmood moved his whole body over to straddle Samina, her hands never left his cock and balls. His mouth moved to her neck and cheeks, resuming the kissing, nipping her with gentle love bites on both sides. 'She is going to have a mass of bruises there' thought I, as she took her hand off his cock to move it to the back of his head and hold him firmly to her neck while his mouth attacked her.
Mehmood moved his right leg between Samina's legs as a signal for her to part them. She was a willing participant, quickly spreading both legs wide to receive him. His left leg promptly followed into the gap between hers and her hand that was still fondling his balls slid up to position his thick cock at her moist and spread labia lips.
Mehmood's mouth moved up to hers for more intimate kissing. Passionate and open-mouthed, tongue on tongue … first his tongue inside her mouth, then hers followed back into his. Sensations that flowed from the heat of their tongues inflamed their loins, creating the juices needed to make their coupling work.
Mehmood's hand dropped down between their bodies and she felt him correctly positioning his huge knob right at the exact opening to her cunt. It was a natural reaction for her body to tense when she felt the extraordinary width of him as he nudged his cock forward. He reluctantly backed off.
She broke their kiss. "I'm sorry, Mehmood, I couldn't help that. My body just tensed of its own accord. I do want you! Please, I'll try to relax and you try again." To verify her desire, she lifted both of her legs and wrapped them around his, locking her ankles behind his calves, the move spreading her cunt wide open for him.
John was excited at the sight of Mehmood about to insert his pile driver of a cock into his wife and his fist on his own cock sped up. This time, he wanted to be ready to come with them both.
Samina worked at relaxing her abdominal muscles, moving her hands down to grasp her lover's ass cheeks. As she felt the giant knob again nudging forward, attempting to force open the entrance to her cunt, she pulled hard on his body with both hands.
Her loud grunt signalled to John that Mehmood must have successfully pushed the rigid knob of his cock into Samina's cunt. Her hands moved up from his ass and they fluttered across his back as her cunt adjusted to the size of the tool trying to gain entry up inside her body.
"Okay?" asked Mehmood with concern, his head up, his eyes staring into hers. Her eyes locked with his momentarily and she silently nodded her approval before closing her eyes and clamping her thighs tighter around his legs as a further sign of acceptance of what he was doing to her. "Ready for more?" he checked.
Without opening her eyes, she whispered, "I think so!" Her whisper was such that I knew she was more than ready for him.
With that, Mehmood eased back slightly then pushed again into the wet velvety tissue that made up the lining of her tight hot cunt. He got maybe another inch inside her before she uttered a moaning "Unnnnhhhh!"
He paused, watching her face for a reaction, a signal that she might be ready to take some more of him. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. She was embarrassed and her hand lifted up to cover his eyes … he laughed.
"What's up?" she said.
"I can't watch you now."
"I don't want you to."
"But it is such a turn-on for me to watch your face, to see the reactions there as I take your body. It helps me to know when to push and when to stop."
She took her hand away and smiled up at him. "Alright, if you must. But I can't look at you. I'm so embarrassed that I'm making this simple everyday thing such a slow and tedious task. Please forgive me, Mehmood." I could not tell whether she was acting or actually meant what she was saying, it seemed to be a bit of both.
"There's nothing to forgive, Samina. I understand that you've never had a cock like mine before. I know that you're nervous. I don't care how long it takes, I will do anything to finally be inside your body."
"Thank you!" she whispered. "I think I'm okay now, just go for it. Go on, I'm being stupid, just put it all in. Please!”
Mehmood drew back a fraction, then pushed hard yet again and this time, he gained about two inches, a move that drew out her agonising "Ahhhh!"
Afraid of having hurt her, he paused again, but she called out to him, "Don't stop now. Do it, do it!" I think Samina had just about had enough of acting, plus she always loved a slow start, before being pounded hard. I saw Mehmood's cock was already covered with Samina's cream.
Another slight draw back and he shoved his thick cock in deeper, aided by her hands again pulling on his ass. She tried to stifle her little scream, "Ohhh!" but it came out loud in his ear.
He paused, Mehmood now was wedged up inside her cunt. I saw that she was being stretched and once again I pumped my own tiny cock. "Is there much more to fit in?" she asked him as her hand slipped between their bodies to check how much of his cock was still outside her.
"Yes there is," he said, and not giving her time to debate it, Mehmood gave one more lunge and he buried the final two inches deep in her cunt, his tip nudging her uterus.
"Ahhhh!" This was her longest verbal explosion reacting to the sensations she was feeling. "Oh God, that feellllllsssss ...... wonderfrrrrrrrful,” panted Samina.
"You've done well, Samina … you've got it all now!" Mehmood rained kisses across her face. "I'm proud of you, you took it well. Just take your time, there's no hurry. I'll wait until you're ready."
"I just feel so jammed up, I love it! Leave it there, let me enjoy it filling me!" Samina breathlessly gasped out to him.
“Okay sweetie!” Said Mehmood, as he ground his pelvis against Samina's drawing another sigh of pleasure from her.
Mehmood was as good as his word, he gave Samina a couple of minutes. But then, without any warning, he began to withdraw his gargantuan weapon, sliding it out through the tender lining of her gripping cunt. When only the head of his cock was still held tightly by the lips of her cunt, he stopped and then began reversing the procedure, shoving it back into her. She screamed out, then grabbed his head and pulled it down to passionately kiss him, signalling her acceptance of the pleasure he was proving her.
Samina used the the backs of her heels against the backs of his legs to urge him in on each downward stroke. Her breathing quickened and her screaming grunts had become passion-filled moans.
Never missing a beat, he lifted his head to look down at her. "You okay now?" he asked with concern.
"Loving it!" she gasped between breaths as his cock pounded deeply into her cunt. "How long can you go on doing this?"
"Forever, I hope!" he said with a smile that seemed especially for her.
"Ohhhhhh...... don't stooooooppp!” Samina panted.
"That's a big ask!"
She giggled and panted at the same time, cheekily and again pulled his head down to engage him in a passionate lips and tongue lock. Through all of the talking and then the kissing, Mehmood maintained his driving rhythm. Soon Samina pulled away from the kiss as she felt the early signs of a release emerging. "Oh God, who'd have believed?" she said as she recognised the signs.
"What?" he asked, but he figured he knew the answer.
"I think I'm going toc co...cooo come," she told him, her breaths now coming in loud gasps. "It's amazing. I love your cock Mehmoooood, give meeee more!”
In my hiding place, I nearly shot my own load.
"Sshhh, don't talk, just enjoy it.”
Her voice raised to a higher pitch. "I will!" she gasped and thrust her pelvis back at him, trying to lock in the feelings that were about to overpower her body.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

In the wardrobe, I could hear the words and I knew the signs too, having heard her orgasmic releases so many times before. He pumped furiously at his cock, trying to reach his finish with her. Samina screamed out her ecstasy and John had to stuff the fingers of his free hand into his mouth to stop from calling out too as he spewed out his cum all over the back of the wardrobe door.

Meanwhile, Mehmood had eased the pace of his strokes slightly while Samina beneath him exploded through her orgasm. However, he maintained the rhythm and concentrated hard, trying to control his own finish that he knew would not be far away.
On and on they went, the rhythm steady but the pace increasing. Every thrusting stroke of Mehmood's thick cock deeply travelling the widened length of Samina's tight cunt. I thought I saw Mehmood tense up a little as he slowed his pace. I knew that the inevitable was about to happen. Mehmood, tried to prolong the last few lunges into Samina, who lay surging beneath him, participating enthusiastically in their fornication.
From hearing the change in his breathing pattern, I sensed that he must be close and looked forward eagerly to see Samina receiving his spasming release. As she tightened her arms and legs around his firm body to encourage him on. To my amazement, I saw Samina start to orgasm again. This had happened other times with her lovers too, but it never ceased to amaze me how much she could orgasm. It made me feel like I was almost cheating her out of orgasms when we had sex. She thrust her lower body back harder at Mehmood, locking her lips and tongue with his again.
I was sure that Mehmood himself on the verge of coming. And there it was, he pushed it harder inside her and wedged himself tight up inside, waiting momentarily for the cum that was now shooting through his shaft and could not be stopped. Seconds after Mehmood's massive cock delivered its first spurt of cum into her body, Samina's body erupted with another exquisite orgasm of her own. Her face indicated a pure mix of pleasure, lust, orgasm, and desire.
On and on they went, the two bodies jerking their spasming releases in unison, the ultimate finish to their pairing. I loved it too,I had already come, but watching Samina, and Mehmood finish their intense sexual act brought some stiffness back into my organ. KI reached down for his water bottle, my mouth was very dry.
On the bed, it was many minutes before there was any movement. The pair's joint climaxes had slowly stilled and they lay locked together, it looked liked neither wanted to separate their bodies. Mehmood had deposited a vast creamy deposit into Samina and some of it trailed out of her as he withdrew his cock and lifted the weight of his body up off her, looking down between their bodies to watch his cock slide out of her tight cunt.
He rolled them both onto their sides, facing each other, his sticky cock, still semi-hard pressed up near her navel. She didn't mind the wet mess it was leaving on her stomach, they would clean off together shortly. For now, she just wanted to hold and be held after a sexual experience she knew she would never forget.
At last, after a long time in which they just cuddled, Mehmood spoke. "Are you okay?"
"I feel amazing! That was one of the most incredible experiences I have ever had." Her face lit up, just as enthusiastic as her words as she placed loving kisses all over Mehmood's face, holding his head in her hands. "You are a fabulous lover!"
"You've got some pretty good moves yourself, Samina. The way you moved your body, in fact the way you gave your whole body up to me. You did it almost like an old pro. You really do appreciate good sex! You are some woman!"
"Thank you!" Samina smiled.
Some time had passed, maybe half an hour, in which Mehmood and Samina lay on their sides, their limbs entwined, both of them drifting through a post-sex nap. In my cramped space, sitting in an upright chair in the wardrobe, I was getting bored with the lack of action. I wanted them to wake up and do it again.
I had felt a twinge of jealousy while I watched the first complete sexual coupling of his Samina and Mehmood, and the multiple orgasms he gave her. More so when he heard the words she used to praise Mehmood's ability as a lover, yet I was still eager to see more. It seemed to me that she was always very complimentary of her lovers, so this was nothing unusual, but still it made me feel bad and envious.
I peered in the dark at my watch and was amazed to see it was nearly 10pm. Then I heard and saw stirring on the bed. Mehmood had woken first and his hands were softly roaming across Samina's back, eventually touching the soft skin of her ass, eliciting a sleepy moan her, as she clamped her body tighter to Mehmood.
"Ummmm!" she sighed. "I could take a lot of this."
"That's good, 'cause I'm going to have some more to give you."
She pulled her head back and looked at him amazed. "Really?"
"Whenever you're ready to take it," he answered confidently.
"Doesn't feel like it," she said, slipping a hand between their bodies to check his firmness. "Oh, yuck, a bit messy there."
"Do you want to take a shower, get yourself cleaned up? That should help revive my cock."
"Okay!" she agreed eagerly and she rolled away, getting up off the bed. "But first, I've got to take a pee, I think I had too much wine. When I'm done doing that, will you come in for a shower together?"
"Naturally!" was all he said in reply and she scurried into the en suite bathroom off the bedroom, one hand darting between her legs to hold the fluids starting to slip from her under gravity.
'No, no!' I thought to himself. 'I won't be able to see you in there, don't have a shower.' But there was nothing I could do about it.
Samina reappeared in the bathroom doorway and seductively leaned back with her hands behind her bum, thrusting her torso forward. "Are you coming in?" she asked and Mehmood didn't need to be asked twice. They disappeared together through the bathroom door and soon John heard the shower running.
Above the sound of the water, I could hear all sorts of sounds coming from them. There were gasps and moans, a lot of giggling from Samina and outright laughter from Mehmood, like he was being tickled. There were just occasional words from Samina. "Ooooh, that feels great!" Then there were more sighs and moans, mainly from Samina, above the sound of the shower. "Look at you, who'd have believed. I thought you might have been finished for the night."
"You forgot my late wife, an insatiable woman where sex was concerned," Mehmood told her.
I was pissed off that Samina had suggested taking a shower, 'She would have known I couldn't see anything in there.' I dared to slide the wardrobe door open and stepped out. I silently eased his way across the bedroom to the bathroom door. Just as I reached it, he heard his wife's voice again.
No … no Mehmood, not there, don't put it in there … please. I'm not ready for it there just yet!" I knew he was trying to fuck her ass, but Samina was still not comfortable with being fucked there. It was her last real remaining boundary, all others having been bulldozed, or so I thought at the time.
"It would be easier while its soapy," Mehmood told her.
I was desperate to see all of this. As my head reached the partly open door of the bathroom, the shower was abruptly turned off. Alarmed that I would be caught, Iturned and scurried back to the wardrobe, getting the door almost closed, leaving just a crack open to continue to see through. As I sat back in his chair, I was treated to the sight of my beautiful wife, completely naked, emerging from the bathroom. Her body looked to be still quite damp from the shower.
Walking close behind her was Mehmood, a towel in his hand, still wiping it over Samina's back. As the pair reached the side of the bed and came into the brighter light from the bedside lamps, I could see that Mehmood's cock was again rigid and standing straight out horizontally from his body, its thickness intact. At the edge of the bed, Samina turned and threw her arms around Mehmood, pulling her body up against him, squeezing his erection upward between their bodies.
"Ummm!" was all Samina needed to say before another long and passionate open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss began. Two sets of hands wandered over backs and arses, touching each other intimately wherever they could reach. When the couple eventually came up for air, Samina ordered Mehmood, "You, on your back, on the bed!"
"Yes, ma'am!" answered Mehmood respectfully. "I love a woman who knows what she wants." He laughed, as did Samina.
I, from within his hiding place couldn't believe that Samina, who just a few short hours earlier was so hesitant to fuck Mehmood, was now taking charge of this assignation with Mehmood. But then it was too late for her to hold back. So I thought she had finally decided to go all out and enjoy herself, consequences be damned.
Mehmood obediently got onto the bed, laying flat on his back in the middle, his enormous erection standing straight up, pointing directly at the ceiling. Samina knelt alongside him, looking up and down the length of Mehmood's body. While looking down the bed to his feet, her eyes drifted up to the open crack of the wardrobe door and she winked. Only I could see it, but he loved her acknowledgement that she hadn't forgotten I was there and that she was doing this as much for my pleasure as hers. I felt much happier and h took my cock in hand again, watching to see how Samina intended to entertain me.
Samina bent forward, her side in profile to me. She was alongside Mehmood's cock and, with her tongue outstretched, her lips moved closer to the impressive cock standing upright in front of her. Her tongue stretched out and licked the tip, round and around. Mehmood's moan could be heard around the room. Then, her hair cascaded forward and surrounded his cock as she moved her head from side to side, trailing the flowing hair over his sensitive cock head. A longer moan from Mehmood, and I began to pump his own cock again.
One hand came up and she pulled her hair back over behind her head and turned to face the foot of the bed. Her tongue ran up and down the length of the upper less-sensitive side of Mehmood's cock and her eyes stared straight into the dark crack of the wardrobe door and she kind of smiled at her hidden husband. John just pumped harder.
Then Samina reversed her head, looking away from me, and up toward Mehmood's head. She saw that he had propped his head up on a pillow so that he could look down his body at her. He smiled his acknowledgement when he felt her tongue now sliding up the length of his cock on the ultra sensitive underside, swirling around the top when she reached the head. The sensations were so intense for him that he had to close his eyes to savour the feelings and his body jerked upward, trying to push his cock into her mouth.
She did this same stroke up and down the length of his cock, each time ducking her head away as he thrust his hips upward, attempting to ensnare her open mouth for his cock head. His moaning was now constant.
After about three minutes of this teasing, Samina suddenly opened up her mouth, stretching her lips as wide as possible and as Mehmood made another of his previous futile thrusts, she clamped her moist lips tight, completely enclosing his cock head in her mouth and sucked loudly. Mehmood gasped aloud and John just pumped on his cock more furiously as he marvelled at his wife moving to yet another phase of her loving of Mehmood.
Before she started cuckolding me, Samina had never been a fan of fellatio, so she was tentative in her movements. “Big cocks are so beautiful,” I recalled she had once told me. “Whenever I see one, I just have this overwhelming urge to kiss it, worship it!” She had said, and confirmed that statement, when I saw her lips and tongue swirled around the knob of Mehmood's erect organ, drawing moans and groans from her lover, laying flat on his back.
Then with a sudden pop, her mouth pulled off the top of his cock and Mehmood was left thrusting his hips upward, his erection flailing about in mid-air, trying to again find her luscious mouth. But Samina had moved on quickly and she was now straddling his body, her mound just out of reach above his straining cock and her face above his, looking adoringly into his eyes.
"I have to have you in me again," was all she said, loudly enough for me to also hear in my hiding-place.
"Yes!" answered Mehmood. "Do you want to stay on top?"
"I thought it might just be easier for me to get you inside me," she told him.
"It should be a lot easier now that I've been in you. But that's cool, you can do all the work up there."
She giggled that infectious little laugh that I knew and loved so well, and Mehmood reached his arms up to encircle her back, bringing her perky pointed breasts down to mash on his chest. This movement pushed her pelvis back up high and from where I sat in the dark, I had a clear view of Saminas spread legs bent on either side of Mehmood's hips. Her stretched anal ring appeared to wink at me, as her moistened cunt wriggled around, making occasional darting contact with the erect cock that would shortly impale her again.
Samina had lowered her face to Mehmood's and they were passionately kissing once more as her lower body wriggled around and around, just managing to teasingly avoid direct entry by Mehmood's cock into her cunt. "Not until I'm ready," she announced in a break from their kissing as their combined juices flowed again from all of the activity between their groins.
I watched fascinated, their upper bodies were obscured by the vision I had of my wife's treasures hovering just above Mehmood's solid weapon.
Without using her hands, she managed to wriggle around so that Mehmood's cock head lodged itself in the wet channel between her outer labia lips. There was more intense moaning from the pair on the bed as they enjoyed the sensations of his cock head sliding from one end of her slit to the other. I just pumped away in the wardrobe, my eyes taking in the natural preparation for fucking of the two bodies before my, and her anus stretched. I cannot tell you how aroused I was, and how much I knew this was exactly how it should be, my deserved nothing but the best, and Mehmood was giving it to her, I could only be 2nd best compared to that, and that too if I was lucky.
The lips of Samina's mouth seemed so swollen from all the kissing between she and Mehmood this night. It looked like that she hadn't kissed and been kissed this much in years. Then, she lifted her upper body up off Mehmood so that she was now sitting astride him. One of her hands came down to adjust her bits and she separated her outer lips as he nudged his cock into the gap that was the opening to her cunt. Then, holding his cock firmly in her hand, she spread her knees further apart and lowered her body ever so slightly.
I saw inner cunt lips being spread wide apart as she forcefully slipped the opening of her cunt glove-like over his cock head and she emitted a powerful moan that told both men how intensely she was feeling the new penetration. For a moment, she let out a soft moan, and Mehmood's hands came up to grip her hips on either side, helping to guide her down onto his cock.
Fearing he might pull her down onto him too quickly, she put one hand on his chest and in a panicky voice, screamed out, "Slow, slow! I like it slow to start off!"
"Okay … don't worry, it's alright, I wouldn't hurt you."
"Jesus, it's so big and beautiful!" Samina sucked in a few deep breaths as if she had been hyperventilating. "Even though we just did it, I can't believe how much it's stretching me again. Have you ever had normal sex, I mean with other women … you know just going straight at it?"
"Well, of course. I never had any trouble getting it into my wife, and it always felt tight too. I guess she was just used to it."
"Shit Mehmood, you must think I'm such a prude, but I like it slow to start off. Umer, and I are really quite normal! I can assure you I don't carry on like this with him." Samiina said and I thought that she was taking the role of a newly cheating wife a little too far now.
"Samina, I've lived with this big cock since puberty, so I know how some women react to a big one. Some are frightened by the size of it, while others are fascinated. Most want to try it, but some aren't game. Fortunately that's not you … you were fascinated by it when you saw it and you wanted to try it, and Umer going out tonight gave us this great opportunity."
I couldn't see their faces as they talked, but he could hear every word. Samina's back was to me, and I was stunned that this long conversation was going on while her body perched precariously over Mehmood's tip.
Mehmood's voice continued, "You've obviously never had a cock this big inside you before, you'll get used to it. But I can see why you are wary. Next time, you'll be able to take it quite easily."
"I can take it quite easily know, I just like go start off slow, that's all. And, what do you mean next time? There's no next time, buddy. As good as this feels with you tonight, there won't be any more. This is a one-off." She said confidently, and Mehmood gave her a despondent look.
I saw that Samina's legs were starting to cramp from her strained position, they were spread wide with the cunt lips just clamping the head of his cock inside her and one hand on his chest, steadying her upper body. She looked down into her lover's eyes with an affectionate smile, and he watched her eyes open wider in reaction as she pushed her body down a bit more forcefully. The suddenly she lowered herself completely on his cocks, as as her passage was spread wide again to take the thick girth of Mehmood's energising weapon.
Whereas, on the first occasion, her eyes were closed for most of the fuck as she now it was all about watching and seeing. She took immense pleasure as she sat upright astride Mehmood's his cock now fully wedged tight in her cunt. She was leaning forward slightly, one hand on his upper chest to steady herself as she ground her pelvis against Mehmood's, swaying a little from side to side.
Her eyes focused directly on Mehmood's face and she held his gaze as she started to move up and down his hard penis. I saw her juices flowing yet again, and that Samina was fucking the entire length, as she raised and lowered herself on it. What a lovely sight it made.
Mehmood too was doing some watching of his own, taking in every wince, every smile, every moan … all of which betrayed Samina's true feelings to his cock. No matter what verbal declarations of satisfaction she might make, Mehmood would be content that he could see her true erotic emotions exposed to him.
It had taken about ten minutes for her to wriggle and squirm her way up and down his shaft, pausing many times so that her body could settle and feel its fullness in her. A feeling she had told me often she loved.
I sensed that she had a great feeling of euphoria that at last Mehmood's cock was wedged as firmly and tightly and as deeply as it could possibly get inside her body. The cheeks of her ass rested on the tops of his thighs and she now placed both hands on his upper chest to steady herself as she sat above him, her eyes never having left their visual lock with Mehmood.

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With her hands pushing down on his chest, she used her legs too to push her body up and off him from the point where they were so intimately connected. She smiled with her eyes at him as she relished that sensation … held it for just a moment and then lowered her torso again onto him ... not just sliding, but pushing down for him to rise within her. All the way down again until it was wedged so tightly inside her … another momentary pause to savour the exquisite sensations … then her body was lifting again, all the way back up until once more, just his cock head remained lodged within her cunt. And so it went … up and down … very slow and sensual … their eyes locked into each other … their faces betraying how deeply each felt the powerful sensations. She was controlling this fuck … Mehmood was only a passive participant as she used his cock to give her the sexual high that she craved.

It was a longer time coming this time around, but coming was becoming a certainty as Samina began to increase her movements on him. Her breathing quickened, I knew them in that she would soon experience another mind-blowing orgasm, and that it would come over her in no more than another minute as she furiously pumped her body up and down on him.
I saw Samina was panting loudly, gasping out her breaths as a wave of sexual release started in her. I imagined, from somewhere around her clitoris and exploded throughout her body, reaching to her head and her toes. All movement stopped as she ground her clit against Mehmood, as she finally orgasmed.
She tried to ride Mehmood a little longer trying to bring Mehmood to join her in her climax, but to no avail, he hung onto his seminal discharge, keeping it intact within his balls as he bunkered down for a long one. Samina fell forward, unable to maintain the upright position in the height of release, but somehow folded her arms across his neck and rested her chin on those arms so that she could maintain their eye lock. Later she told me that for some reason she felt it was important to her to watch his every reaction.
Minutes went by, the couple on the bed remained wedged tightly together. Mehmood appeared content to let Samina set her own pace. I was surprised to see that his erection was not going away. He' seemed to be able to resist the sensual pull of Samina's creamy cunt, at least enough to hold off coming. He was of course aided by having already had a major release. But I knew that eventually – before midnight – he would make at least another large deposit of his cum within Samina's heavenly body.
The minutes ticked away, and in my hiding-place, I was starting to get bored. It must have been at least ten minutes before Samina could speak, saying to Mehmood, "Wow! How many times have you caused me to do that tonight?"
"I have no idea, I wasn't counting!" answered Mehmood truthfully.
'I can answer that!' I said to himself. 'I've counted every one!'
But nobody asked me. I just sat in his spot behind the wardrobe door. In the main, I was enjoying the voyeuristic sight. From better than having watched porno movies, it was truly erotic to watch Samina and Mehmood, just as it had been watching her with any other But what was new, was that this time there some real risk involved. Samina was right in being hesitant to fuck Mehmood, and I had been just as right in pushing her into it. But now the reality of what had happened sunk in, what if Mehmood betrayed our trust? At this stage, he was still enjoying what I had seen possibly even more than I had expected, and strangely, I found the thought of being betrayed quite exciting too!
I have to admit that there were moments when jealousy did kick in, it always did. It's not easy knowing that you are a sexually inferior male, it's harder when you see evidence of it. I had knew, and had accepted that Samina could never be content to return to our monogamous relationship, the only question that remained to be answered was just how far would she take things along. If knew then, all that had since happened, I would probably have begged her to stop, but I didn't so it's a moot point! And well lets just say things eventually turned out a lot different than I could have ever imagined at that time. It was a slow evolving process, and I think even for Samina there no conscious plan, it just happened, and in hindsight, it was all inevitable.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn back to the bed as I saw Samina rising again, her head now tilted downward so that she could peer down between their bodies to watch the separation as she lifted her torso off of Mehmood … watched her cunt lifting up and separating from his cock. She had to lift her body up high to clear the height of his erection, still standing proud and straight up. As she lifted clear, she watched fascinated to see a strand of juice from her cunt stay linked like a web to his cock as she pulled away.
When Samina pulled clear of him, his face showed his surprise. "Where are you going?" he asked anxiously.
"It's alright sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I know you're not done yet." She smiled affectionately down at him and, reassured, he relaxed with a smile.
"I want to try something different," she told him. "I'm just going to turn around."
"But why?" he asked.
"Only because I've never done it this way, that's why."
"But I won't be able to look at you," he told her with concern.
"You just won't be able to see my face," she told him as she swivelled around, her legs crossing his body and she temporarily moved up, her bottom landing on his chest, just below his neck. She bent forward quickly and swiped her tongue across his cock head, still slick with her juices.
'She has never done that to me!' I thought, as I watched a momentary spectacle that I guessed she had performed just for me.
Then, just as quickly, her tongue was gone from Mehmood's cock and she raised her body off his chest. For a moment, every intimate treasure of her body was displayed to her lover, just inches from his face. "I don't think I have a problem with this position after all," he told her as he raised both of his hands up to caress her ass cheeks.
"Ummm," she moaned approvingly and wriggled her ass in front of him. "Follow me," said Samina as she shuffled her body down over his body, pausing again with her mound hovering above his rigid cock, her head facing the bottom of the bed and her face now leaning forward over his ankles, her hands again being used to hold herself upright.
She began to lower her mound over his cock and her outer lips once again made contact with his cock head. This time, it was his hands that touched her intimately, separating her outer labia and guiding his cock into her groove for several wet swipes and then to the opening of her cunt. His fingers slid around in her juices as he prepared her for another deep penetration.
“Ummmpphh!" she grunted as she forced her body over his knob again. His hands were pushed out of the way as his hard cock speared into her deepest recesses. His hands accepted second best as they traced the line of her body between her thighs, ending up again on the cheeks of her ass, bringing with them a trail of her vaginal juices.
Samina looked below, watching the merging of his cock and her cunt beneath her body, then she lifted her head and stared straight ahead, over Mehmood's feet, to the wardrobe beyond, attempting this time to lock her eyes with her husband. I couldn't believe the change in this woman, she was actively flaunting her sensuality at him, attempting to engage his eyes with hers. But then I had always suspected that once she got him in bed, all her reservations will be gone, I don't think she even cared if he told everyone that he had fucked her.
Her body was sliding down on Mehmood's cock much easier now, but it was all done by feel, because her eyes were intently staring at the dark gap in the wardrobe door. She was surprised, when I slid open one of the doors, and looked out at her. She turned and looked back at Mehmood anxiously, but quickly realised that he could see nothing, her body blocking his vision beyond his cock.
Besides, his eyes were concentrated on the spread cheeks of her ass as he watched his fingers trace softly along the inner crease between her cheeks. Gently, he pried her cheeks apart and his thumb touched her anus dead centre. Samina gasped, "Oooohhhh!" Her eyes locked on to my eyes and she smiled seductively at me. Clearly she was enjoying herself completely. “Like what you see?”
To me, it looked like she was speaking to me alone and I nodded a yes to her question, smiling adoringly at his teasing wife.
But Mehmood answered the question too, believing it was directed at him since he had no idea that any other person was in the room. "I love what I see," he told Samina, his fingers roaming at will on and around her anal opening and up and down the cleavage of her ass.
She paused with a sigh as the sensations at both of her entrances overtook her. "I must admit that it felt really good."
"So you won't mind if I put my finger in you too? In your ass, I mean!" Mehmood asked.
She smiled at my again.. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I think I want your finger up my ass right now," she commanded Mehmood, taunting me, her eyes staring straight at her me, again sounding like she could have been talking to him.
With that, she felt not a finger, but Mehmood's stubby thumb press tightly at her anal ring and she gasped as she felt her sphincter give in and accept his thumb into her anal passage. Mehmood had swiped his thumb in the hot spot where his cock was wedged, scooping some of their juices to ease his thumb's progress. Yes still, her face winced at the unexpected intrusion and I redoubled the efforts of his fist on his own cock, hidden in the darkened wardrobe.
Mehmood pushed his thumb past the joint, shoving all of it up into Samina's second passage, her first passage now three-quarters full as her body slowly descended down over his cock. He held his thumb tightly within her until she had successfully manoeuvred her cunt to completely grip his entire cock again.
"I love your cock … and I love your finger … Jesus, I feel so full now," she told Mehmood loudly, all the while just staring and smiling at her me, and I looked back at her with love and adoration on my face. I felt proud that my wife was getting the pleasure she deserved and needed.
Then her movements began again. This was her show, she had taken complete charge. She was no longer being seduced by Mehmood, she was showing him who she really was. She had both Mehmood, and I completely mesmerised by her body and what she would allow to be done to it.
Samina had come such a long way! And Mehmood was the lucky recipient of her wantoness and lust for big cock. Each time she lifted her tired body up off his cock, pulling back until only the head was still inside her, Mehmood would also pull his thumb out until only the first joint hovered just inside her anus. Then, as she slid down on his shaft, Mehmood would force his thumb to go deep into her rectum, wriggling the digit as he inserted it.
To me, peeping from my hiding place, her face was a picture of emotions, nearly all pleasant, as she smiled at me while accepting the twin penetrations deep into her body, then frowned slightly as both withdrew all the way back. Her rhythm quickened even though she wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure. She still watched me steadily, but her eyes were slitted, half-closed as she concentrated on the rolling waves that were already beginning somewhere behind her clitoris.
"Oh fuck, this is great! I can't believe it how good it feels!" Samina's voice called out between her moans and competed with Mehmood's contented groaning.
Mehmood was bringing out the animal in her. She was consumed by the succession of orgasms she had experienced tonight, and knew yet another was almost upon her. Her verbal outburst was just her way of telling both men how good she felt. Her loud gasps let no doubt, that her next orgasm was about to roll over and through her as she pounded her body down hard onto his broad cock while Mehmood's thumb maintained a matching rhythm up her ass.
"Yes … yes … yes!" she screamed out, to signal her release and her body tensed and stopped still as an intense throbbing emanated from between her thighs. Her body sagged forward over Mehmood as wave after wave of pleasurable feelings rolled throughout her body and she just whimpered her acceptance of more sensual fulfilment. There was no doubt in my mind, that Mehmood was by now sure to have guessed that Samina was not the demure, modest, torn wife she was pretending to be for is benefit.
Minutes rolled by, there was no movement anywhere in the room. Mehmood lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his cock still solid and rigid within Samina's cunt, one thumb still wedged tight in her rectum. Samina's legs were bent at the knees, which were beside Mehmood's thighs as she sat on him, facing the end of the bed. But her head was now down on the bed between his ankles, her hands still holding his feet, and her breasts mashed against his knees.
I hadn't been able to bring on another release for myself, I just had no more cum to give, but my hand still idly played with his cock. It had been at least ten minutes since Samina's latest orgasm and I independently thought that she had fallen asleep.
"Oh my God," she suddenly spoke, startling both men. "Mehmood, I'm so sorry, I must have drifted off." She only had to clench her abdominal muscles to confirm he was still very erect. "Oh shit, it's still as big now as when we started."
"Afraid so," Mehmood confirmed, and laughed
"I'm so rude, Mehmood, dropping asleep on you and you haven't come yet. Just give me a minute please. God, I've come so many times tonight, I'm just exhausted. But that's so selfish of me, you've given me one after another, and you've only come once."
"That's okay, Samina. Just being inside you like this is great. Coming again would be a bonus." Mehmood smileed.
"No, no … you should come again," she told him, lifting her tired head up and pushing her upper body into an upright position. She stiffened her arms to hold herself up, but quickly realised that there was no way, she could actively move her body up and down on Mehmood's cock for any length of time.
With supreme effort, she managed to push her body up and up until Mehmood's erection slipped free of her cunt. Mehmood pulled his thumb out of her ass as he realised that she was breaking their coupling, and she tumbled face down onto the bed alongside him, her head alongside his feet.
I was disappointed, it appeared that Samina, was so worn out that this voyeuristic night was going to end abruptly. With Samina's body no longer between the us, I eased back into the dark at the back of the wardrobe where I could remain unseen by Mehmood.
Mehmood was still at peak arousal and was not going to be denied. His hand roamed along Samina's body, very gently caressing and fondling her all over. Samina purred contentedly and her legs spread as his hand ran down over her ass again. His fingers dipped between her thighs and one hand cupped her mound, the middle finger finding her clitoris and stirring the bud to reveal it yourself yet again.
"Mehmood I can't get on top of you any more," she said. "I don't have any energy left, but don't let that stop you. How do you want to have me?"
"That's a tempting question. I'd have some great suggestions if you were more awake."
Samina's head lifted, but her voice was still drowsy. "Now, now … don't be naughty!"
"Samina, I must have you again. I can't go home with this big monster still up, I'll end up back where I was, wanking all night."
"No Mehmood it's okay. I'm up to it if you do all the work. What do you want me to do?" Samina asked dreamily.
Rather than tell her, Mehmood just pulled her legs apart and moved his knees into the space between them. He grabbed her hips on both sides and pulled her torso up to a kneeling position on the bed. From there, he was able to hold her hips firmly in place while he nudged his stiff cock into position at the entrance to her sopping cunt and drove it forward hard, locking his cock head in place in one swift motion.
With her head still flat on the bed, Samina grunted. But when she realised that her body was about to be ravished again by her lover, she managed to lift her upper body up on her hands. Still facing the wardrobe, she raised her face defiantly to stare ahead into the darkened recesses, where she knew I was still hiding and watching.
"Do me, Mehmood … just do me now. Finish what you started. Fuck me hard!" she yelled and he shoved hard again, making good progress into her now as her body easily accommodated his powerful broad cock. Nevertheless, the effort still brought an expressive grunt from Samina. "Unnnnhhh!"
Mehmood shoved again and already he was halfway into her. Another hard grunt from Samina, "Unnnnhhh!" followed by a longer groan.
"Fuck, you are so tight, Samina!" he yelled as the sensations of Samina's velvet glove-like cunt gripping his hard cock in a moist sheath, sent an early wave of euphoria through his body.
Mehmood shoved again, same reaction from Samina with a grunt followed by a long groan. Then one final thrust and the broad shaft was again totally encased within her intimate passage. I was ecstatic again, being able to watch the facial expressions on Samina, as Mehmood drove inch after inch of his cock into her.
I realized that Samina was probably drawing up all of her remaining energy to give both Mehmood and myself, a treat one last time. Fixing her eyes at my hiding place she called out to Mehmood, "Is that all you've got? Can't you get any more in?"
"You are fantastic, Samina. I never knew you'd be like this. I love how you want it so much!" Then he slowly withdrew most of his length, paused, then slammed it back into her full on. That opened her eyes wide … the force of his thrust pushing her forward and she stiffened her arms to hold herself up while I started wanking his cock again.
Again and again, Mehmood withdrew slowly, then each time shoved his cock hard and strong back in her to the hilt. She grunted on every inward stroke. "Don't wait for me," she told him between grunts. Pushing back expressively now on his thrusts so his cock got maximum penetration from every thrust, she added, "This one's just for you!"
"I've got to give you one more!" he answered, the fingers of one hand leaving the grip on her hips to come around and delve into her slippery groove, searching out her clit.
"No, don't try … please don't try!" she moaned. "I've never had so many orgasms, I can't do it any more."
"Yes you can," Mehmood contradicted her as his fingers swirled around her clitoris.

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Samina heard Mehmood's breathing quickening, signalling that he was getting close. "Just come, Mehmood. This is for you! Just come in me, please!" she begged.

"Don't you worry about me, I'm getting there!" he called back. "Just relax, Samina!" Mehmood seemed determined to leave Samina with a night to truly remember.
As he pushed his cock one last time deep into Samina's cunt to hold steady for his spasming release, the room was filled with her panting orgasmic screams, then loud moaning and her body pulsed and throbbed against his invading cock, signalling her best climax of the night. Her arms gave out and her head fell to the bed while Mehmood managed to hold her torso up, one hand gripping her hips, while the other held her belly with the fingers covering her throbbing clit.
There was combined breathless panting from both of the fornicators on the bed as Mehmood's cock continued to pump his load of cum into her body, while I had to endure my final release in muffled silence for fear of revealing his presence.
It was long minutes before Samina's voice broke the silence. "No, no … that didn't happen. I couldn't have come again."
"Yes you did," answered Mehmood brightly. "I was determined."
"So you're going to take all the credit for that, are you?" she queried, her voice even more drowsy than before.
"I'd say I can!" he told her proudly.
"Okay … full marks to the man with the big cock," she said, not really conscious of what she was saying.
"Will you want to do it again? In a few minutes, I mean?" he asked her.
Her voice was panicky in replying. "No … no … that's all I can take, Marty. God, I don't know how many times I've come tonight, so many that I've just lost count. And I'm so sore inside now!
Mehmood laughed."Looks like poor Umer won't be getting any for a week!Are you going to tell him why? Are you going to tell him that I shoved my giant cock inside you for hours on end … and that you loved it?"
"Hell no … are you crazy?" She had gathered her senses enough now to know not to reveal to Mehmood the secret behind this night. "And you must never tell him about tonight, promise!"
"Won't he be suspicious, Samina? Leaving us both here in the house alone together for four hours. After what happened between us the othernight too!"
"He probably will be a bit suspicious, but its best that he never know. It will just be our little secret, Mehmood, please." Samina pleaded.
Mehmood pulled his now limp cock from Samina's cunt and again their combined juices streamed down her inner thighs. He dropped onto his side on the bed and she rolled over into his arms, ignoring the mess that they would leave on the sheets.
"I had a great time tonight, Samina," he told her, moving to kiss her lips.
They enjoyed the kiss, not as passionate as the kisses had been a few hours ago. "So did I!" she confirmed to him verbally what her body had already conveyed.
"I can assure you that I am now totally cured. I intend to get on with my life, and you can take full credit for my recovery." Mehmood said.
She smiled to him. "That's great, Mehmood. I am glad that I could play a part … and I can't deny that I got a lot out of it too. Thanks a lot, big fella!" She laughed, and then for effect, she placed her hands on his ass and pulled him to her, mashing her mound up against his flaccid cock.
There was a pause in their conversation while he kissed her again. When they broke from that kiss, he pulled back to look her in the eye. "So when can we do it again?"
"What? No way … we can't do it again!" She looked at him incredulously. "Your treatment is over, you're cured. And this was a one time thing, buddy."
"I thought the last time at my place was a one-time thing, but then came tonight."
"No, this is it now. I am having a hard enough time dealing with my guilt to Umer as it is! I cannot possibly be with you like this again. It's over, now!" She pulled away to emphasize her point, rolling off the bed and getting unsteadily to her feet. She had to reach out and hold onto the side of the bed while her legs shook.
I wondered how much further she intended to take this act. Did she really mean she would not see Mehmood again, or was she continuing to play the hard to get act for his benefit?
"Umer told me that Wednesday night was good for you too! He said you really enjoyed it.” Mehmood told her from the bed.
She looked at him, surprised and anger rose in her voice. "He told you that?"
"Yes, he said you could not stop talking about wanking my big cock." Mehmood chuckled.
"How dare he!" shouted Samina. "Wait until I see him," she continued, looking quickly toward the wardrobe. "That was between Umer and me. Anything we do as a married couple should stay here."
"Come on Samina, don't be a hypocrite. How many times did my late wife tell you about the things that she and I did together? I know she did! We even all talked about sex, I mean all four of us when we used to have dinner here. It happens, Samina. Women talk, guys talk, it just happens." Mehmood tried to reason with her.
"Well, I don't like him inferring to you that we are getting together more, just because I touched your cock the other night." Samina sounded genuinely upset.
"Well, you mightn't like him telling me, but I'll bet its right. I'll bet that you two are doing it more because by telling him, you've turned each other on. So why don't you tell him about tonight when he comes home, maybe you could get a month of constant fucking out of that?" Mehmood asked pointedly.
Samina told me later, that she had such a great night, she didn't want it to end in an argument with the man who had brought her such supreme sexual pleasure. She turned and made for the bathroom, rather than engage in any further harsh words. She had intended to have a shower to remove the smell and the feel and the juices from her body, but Mehmood got up off the bed and followed her to the door.
"Samina, its nearly midnight. Umer will be home any minute, we better get back downstairs."
Samina knew I wasn't 'arriving' home until she and Mehmood had left the bedroom, allowing me the opportunity to climb out the window, retrieve the car from down the street and appear to come back home from the office.. But if she didn't agree with Mehmood that they had to hurry, he might become suspicious about whether I was really absent. She gave up on the shower, picked up her gown from a chair and wrapped it around herself as Mehmood got dressed.
“Aren't you going to put your dress back on?" asked Mehmood, pulling his socks on.
"No, I can't be bothered," said Samina. "Besides, that dress is so skimpy, it will show all the love bites you have planted on my neck and breasts and all the cum stains you've left on my thighs."
"What will Umer think when he comes in and you're wearing different clothes from when he left?"
"I'll tell John something, I don't know what. Don't worry about it!" Samina said, as she pulled the gown tight, it covered her completely from neck to ankle. The pair went downstairs. I was out of the wardrobe as soon as they had gone, out through the window, down the ladder and walked briskly the two blocks to where car was parked.
They were back in the living room, and Samina was handing a cup of coffee to Mehmood when I came through the door. "I'll have one of those too, thanks Samina?" I said.
I threw the keys down on the coffee table, walked over and kissed his my wife. The aroma of sex that drifted off her body. "Had a good time, darling?" he asked his wife.
"Yes Umer ... yes, we did." Samina said in a very neutral voice.
I turned to Mehmood, "so what did you two get up to while I was gone?"
"We screwed each other silly for hours on end," said Mehmood with a cheeky grin at me.
"What?" Said Samina. "Umer we didn't!" She was acting out her part well, and I wondered if she was wondering why Mehmood would say that to me.
"No Umer, sorry to disappoint, we just had a long game of Monopoly, all night long. Such a shame, would have preferred my first answer. Samina's such a great girl!" Mehmood laughed.
"She sure is," I said, my arm protectively slipping around Samina's shoulders. "Can I have that coffee, darling?"
Samina broke away and went to the kitchen. While she made my coffee, Mehmood an d I shared a few laughs. When she brought the coffee into the living room, she just caught the end of a conversation, I was saying to Mehmood, "...must do it again sometime, it went so well."
"What went well, what are you going to do again?" asked Samina suspiciously. Of course, later she confided, that from the moment they had stopped having sex, she had a nagging feeling that i might have conned her, and that Mehmood may have been in on my plans tonight from the outset.
My answer was deliberately calculated. "Oh nothing, Samina, just man talk. "Err ... golf, we've got to play again sometime."
With Samina back in the room, the conversation included her and there was no more innuendo. We sipped coffee over small talk and finally I said to Mehmood, "Mehmood I 'm pretty tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to kick you out now. I need to spend some quality time with my wife."
Mehmood rose, shook my hand, then he stepped toward Samina and to her complete surprise, pulled her into his arms and gave her a full kiss on the lips. I saw his tongue trying to force itself between her lips and she twisted away, managing to break the lip lock.
Stepping back, Samina saw Mehmood's grin, then looked quickly to me. I was also smiling, and said, "looks like you two really like each other."
I walked Mehmood to the door and Samina busied herself clearing up the coffee cups and taking them to the kitchen. I appeared at the kitchen door and Samina turned to face me. "Well, what an incredible night that was!" I told her, my arms outstretched to her.
Samina looked at him apprehensively. "Are you okay with it all, John? You're not upset with how intense it got? It's never been this intense before."
"I loved it, darling. I loved every single minute. Oh, except when you took him into the shower and I couldn't see a thing." I pouted.
Thus, reassured, Samina stepped forward into my arms. "I was so nervous, and so worried how you would take it all. You know, I mean it must have been difficult for you having to watch me getting so into it with Mehmood in our bed no less. God, it was just so full on, I mean, the orgasms. Umer, I don't know how many times I came. It's never been that way with any of my other lovers, I don't know what came over me. "
"Five ... I counted them all. It was five!"
"I can't believe it. I mean, I can't believe that I actually came that many times ... and I can't believe that you would count them. I have never been able to come so easily before and I can't see why Mehmood had that effect on me."
"Just the circumstances, Samina. And a combination of factors. Mehmood is truly forbidden fruit, there is real risk in you bedding him. Plus he is a new man, and he has a big cock, but his stamina! Wow, that was the most amazing part.” I said. “I am so jealous of him, of his size, his stamina, and the fact that he was making you behave in our bed in ways I could not even dream of doing to you.” I said.
"Umer, darling, I promise you that tonight won't affect us continuing to love each other. I love you." Samina said.
"I promise, darling! Samina, I'm with you for the long haul. But I've just watched you getting fucked for four solid hours in ways I can't come close to competing with, so I guess it is a little natural for me to worry a little.” I said sadly.
Samina smiled at me, then kissed me on the cheek and said, “Umer you have absolutely nothing to worry about!”
Together, arm in arm, we switched off the downstairs lights and made our way up the stairs. When we entered the bedroom, the first sight was the unmade bed, the sheets crumpled, still damp from Mehmood's cum and her juices.
Samina exclaimed, "Oh my God, we can't lie down here, and I'm too tired to change the sheets. Let's use the spare room."
I restrained her, "No Samina, I want us to sleep here, in the same bed and on the same sheets where he had you."
"Umer, you really are quite sick. We don't want to roll around in that."
"Yes we do, come on Samina!"
"No, hold on, Umer. I'm going to need a shower ... I've still got Mehmood's cum in me and some on my legs. I'm a real mess."
"Samina, I want you stay just the way you are. Come on!" And I dragged my wife to the bed and pushed her onto it. She pulled the top sheet up to try to cover the sticky spots.
Samina quickly shed her gown ... she was naked underneath. On her knees, she shuffled across to the side of the bed and began unbuckling my belt, then she unzipped the fly and the trousers dropped to my ankles. My cock was standing straight out, tenting my boxers!
"Still horny, eh?" she asked me, andI nodded an affirmative. "I thought you would have been wanking in the wardrobe."
"I did darling, more than once ... but my damn cock just won't stay down. That was some show you and Mehmood put on. I feel privileged!"
"I'll have to see about that," said Samina as she started to unbutton my shirt. She leaned forward and kissed me, as her right hand worked its way down past my navel.. She grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulled them down, releasing my aching erection.
"Samina, all night I've waited for this moment, to feel your touch, oh please let me fuck you!” I sighed as she caressed it. I reached out and fingered her cunt.
"Umer, I'm so sorry darling. It's just that ... it's just that I'm so sore down there. It feels like I'm red raw inside. Even having you in there will be painful I'm sure." Samina looked into my eyes. I realized she must really be sore, that she was not willing to receive my significantly smaller penis in her.
"Oh god, when you touched me in there Umer ... it felt like the tissue was so scbangd that it seemed to be torn and shredded. Even that hurt! I need time to recover. I'm sorry, I know how much you want it, but I can't do this!" Samins pleaded.
I was extremely disappointed, but hardly surprised. Her pussy had taken a real pounding and looked a little raw. She must have seen the look of disappointment on my face, and hugged me. "So, what can we do?" I asked her. So aroused was I that it did not even occur to me to ask her if she wanted to be eaten.
"Well I could give you a hand job.” Samina smiled at me.
I had hoped that she would at least offer me a blow job, and arousal demanded that I had to have her now, but my conscience and his love for her told me to back off ... so once again, I did. I fell back onto the bed beside her and stared straight up at the ceiling.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I could do you with my hand ... Mehmood seemed to like it the other night," samina offered.

"I've been doing that in the wardrobe." I whined.
"Not with my hand, you haven't!” Samina's face came up close to mine, and her hand went down to touch my cock. "I know how bad you want it right now."
"Samina, I'm sorry, but your hand is not going to do it for me. I am sorry." I pleaded.
There was a long silence between us, and I could see Samina was struggling with her decision. She had just come through four hours of exquisite pleasure and was exhausted, yet I think she did not want to appear ungrateful that I had let her enjoy such a thing.
Her face came closer, she kissed me on the lips, then her mouth was gone. I felt her moving down the bed. Suddenly, I felt her warm breath on the head of his cock, followed by a swipe of her tongue on the sensitive underside. My cock jerked in response.
"Then maybe this will do it for you," was all she said before her mouth engulfed my cockhead and her tongue and lips joined in a slurping and sucking routine.
"Ohhh yes!" I shouted aloud, stunned that she had taken me into her mouth. For a long time, she had denied me this pleasure. No reason was given, but I long suspected that in her heart she felt that my penis did not deserve that honor. I realized that she must have really enjoyed herself with Mehmood, to give me a blow job. I loved the feeling of her warm, wet mouth around my shaft, and sighed.
My hands came down to touch her hair, they massaged her scalp as her mouth and tongue became more active. I took a hold of her head, keeping her there but not wanting to scare her by gripping her head too hard.
Then came my next surprise. Samina, who not given me a blow job for so long cock took hold of the base of my cock with one hand while her other hand guided it deeper into her mouth. It slid across her tongue, her mouth stretched wide to accept it. The knob reached the back of her throat and she gagged briefly, but didn't remove it. She just held it deep inside her mouth and her tongue began sliding along his length, slurping greedily. I was in heaven.
Then Samina went all out. She worked the back of her throat, opening the way to get his whole length of it embedded in her oral cavity. I let out a long sigh, my hands at the back of her head just holding it steady. The anticipation was almost unbearable. A few moments went by, then suddenly she drew back her mouth and my penis began to slip out. I stiffened his hands at her head, trying to hold her mouth onto his cock.
Then, with only the top of the knob still held between her moist lips, to my utter delight, she started to slide her mouth back over its length again. Her lips went almost to my balls before she withdrew again. And so act of fellatio was bestowed on me, her cuckolded husband. Her rhythm increased. I was panting, she was good at it, all tongue and lips, particularly on the underside and all too soon I felt my cock tensing, preparing for release.
I tried to think of a bunch of non-sexual things, attempting to nullify the stirring sensations that her lips and tongue were applying to my hard cock. I muttered a moan and Samina stopped her ministrations, perhaps she sensed that my time was close. I fully expected her lift off her mouth and finish me off by hand.
I decided to be chivalrous, and warned her. "Samina, I'm going to come ... just a few more strokes will do it." But to his amazement, she intensified her movements and the length of my cock, sh resumed trying to get her lips right down to the base of his stalk. "Samina, any second now," I screamed to her, giving her one final chance to escape having my cum in her throat.
She seemed not to care about his warnings, just intensified her effort to bring me off. It only took two more thrusts by me deep into her mouth, hitting her palate with my cock head and I felt the pleasure surge through his organ. Samina gagged a little, but she managed to quickly overcome it in time to feel the second spurt, pouring enough cum into her throat that she had to swallow. She gulped it down as the third spurt launched from his cock to splash the back of her throat.
"So good ... so good!" I muttered, almost incoherently as my cock pulsed and sprayed its contents deep into Samina's sucking throat. Slowly, she pulled her mouth back off the shaft, and my cock slipped from the grip of her lips with a pop. She pressed forward again to lay a sweet kiss on my organ, her tongue wiping up the last strands of his cum.
"Where did all that come from?" I asked her. "It's been a very long time since you did that to me!"
Samina wiped her chin, and said, “I figured I owed it to you tonight darling. I wanted to make it special for you, just as Mehmood made it special for me, it's not every night that I get to enjoy five earth-shattering orgasms. And I'll tell you what else. Knowing that you were inside that wardrobe watching every move was a mind-blowing experience. It was such a turn-on! But then, there were also a few times when I actually forgot you were there."
"Would you do it again, Samina?" I asked her, not really sure how I hoped she would answer.
"I don't know, Umer. I honestly don't know right now. As much as I enjoyed myself wit him, I am not sure if it will happen again.” Samina said.
"Okay darling, I can understand your concerns, and you did make it clear to him that this was a one shot deal, I just hope you don't think that I am against it, because I am not. To me he is like any lover you have had." I said.
"You were fantastic, Umer. Actually I want to thank you for pushing me into it. I don't think this was something I could do on my own, even though so far I am the one pushing our boundaries." Samina said thoughtfully.
"Samina, I do like talking about it, and I want to talk heaps more about every little thing that I saw. But it's getting very late and I'm starting to drift off after you sucked me dry. Can we continue this in the morning?" I said, fighting to keep my open.
"Yes, sure honey. Good night!" Said Samina.
We spooned together in the bed and both were so exhausted from the night that we were asleep in no time.
We slept late after such an exhausting night. Around midday, I was gently eased awake by the feel of a soft feminine hand stroking my rising cock. As my eyes opened slowly, I was fascinated to watch Samina lying with her head resting across my thighs, facing up my body and dreamily staring at my enlarged cock while her hand lovingly fondled it. She seemed not to be aware that my eyes were open now.
For a minute or two, I watched her and the love that I could see in her eyes. Eventually, as my cock had risen to a full erect state again, I spoke to her. "What are we going to do today?" It sounded like I was asking if we should clean the house, go shopping or have a picnic, but I knew that she would read the question as "What are we going to do sexually today?"
"Good morning," she said brightly, breaking from her dreamy reverie and gave me a broad smile. "I thought we'd just go on and see how many times you can come." She laughed, caressing my penis once again.
"I have had a good eight hours sleep. Just maybe my body has replenished its cum supply. I certainly hope so!" I laughed.
Samina's fingers formed an 'o', continuing to trace up and down his erect shaft. "So do I, John!" She laughed. With that, started masturbating me with gusto. I gasped out loud.
"Umer," she stopped moving her hand, and her voice got my attention, my eyes opened again. "I woke up a few times through the night and morning. I guess I was still a bit too excited to sleep! My mind was thinking so many things.”
"What sort of things did you think about?" I asked softly.
"Oh heaps Umer. About you and I and why we are doing this, letting other men into our lives, not so much in a bad way, because it seems to have made us so much closer ... and more intense in our love and our desires." Samina said thoughtfully.
"That's a good thing, darling." I smiled at my wife.
"I know that, I'm not complaining. And I just want you to know that while having taking on lovers was my idea, brought about by fact that I knew you would object or mind,, I hope that you're still happy with that decision, because I wasn't aware how good it would be."
I frowned at her.
"No, no, don't get me wrong, Umer. It's not that I want to spend all my time with lovers. It's just that I never realised that having a third party involved could be so intense and amazing, when I first started out, it was just one of those things, but now...... I guess that I was pretty naïve about sex, and all." Samina was still lost in thought
"I understand darling, you have really opened up a lot. I think you have changed for the better, and seeing you completely going for pleasure with abandon, I have to say it makes me feel good, even if I also feel a little sad that I can't give you that kind of pleasure.” I said.
She smiled at his appreciation. "Sweetie, the pleasure you give me is mental, psychological, it can't be easily defined, but its something no lover can give me. And that in itself was truly amazing. And with your support I am so happy that I have freed from all my inhibitions."
"That's great, Samina,"I told her as she shuffled her body up the bed, bringing her face alongside mine and giving me a sweet kiss.
"Umer," she said, pausing for effect to make sure she had his full attention. "I've decided to break one more of my sexual taboos. Well its not a true breaking as we have done it before, but I want to do it more often now."
"Really?" said John, now keenly interested. "What is that?"
"Well, I've been up for a couple of hours actually. I thought I'd let you sleep. But, as I lay there, I also had a bit of a feel in there..."
You mean in your cunt?" I laughed.
"Yes, in there, Umer!” Samina snorted
"Still can't say cunt, can you, Samina?"
"No, it's a woman thing, Umer. I just don't like some words."
"They're only words, Samina!"
"Okay ... in my cunt, okay. Are you happy now?"
"Very, Samina!"
"Anyway, I had a feel inside my cunt, and I am still so sore. That really was a workout I got from Mehmood's big cock. It might be days till I feel normal again."
I frowned again. She raised her hand to smooth out my brow. "So, I had an idea, Umer." I could see a mischievous glint in her eyes and she grinned at me.
"That's right, you were just saying you'd decided to break another sexual taboo."
"Yes ... can you guess what it is?"
"I don't know. I might have an idea, but you tell me, Samina."
"My cunt Umer, you know how much you love licking it. Do you still want to do that?"
My face broke into a huge smile. "More than ever, Samina. More than ever!"
"Then, I'm ready, Umer, but here is the catch, I haven't washed up since yesterday so you will be licking a very used cunt. But darling I really want you to do it. In fact I want you do it more often now, your tongue feels so amazing, I am surprised I did not think of this last night, when my it could have really used a tongue massage from you!"
"You mean in your cunt?" I laughed again.
"Yes Umer, my cunt. I'd like for you to be doing that all weekend, but I'm just too sore. So I decided that the time has come. I guess it will feel pretty good and give you something to do, maybe even make you feel part of what happened between me and Mehmood last night” Samina smiled.
"Of course darling, and as you said, I have done it before, but I didn't realize you had liked it so much.” I said.
“I didn't either till I thought about it this morning. Please say you will do it, for me!” Samina looked at me with an angelic smile.
"Haven't I always been, Samina?"
"Yes ... yes, you have, Umer. Would you like to know what made me even consider doing this?"
"No, Samina. No idea!"
"It just feels so wonderful. I remember how great your velvety tongue felt. I am so sore down there, that feeling it would be great, its soft, smooth, slickness, will be just what my pussy needs, I am sure!” Samina said. "Say you will do it now."
I thought about it a little, and realized just how much it meant to her. So, I said, "I'd love to, Samina. I know this is going to surprise you, but I have been wondering myself if you would ever like me to do that again, you really seemed to enjoy yourself lots the last time I did it."
Samina looked at me and smiled. “It does sound a bit icky doesn't it?”
"Yeah ... sure does!" I said, with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm.
"Alright ... soo you still want to do it?” Samina asked me, and I simply nodded affirmative. The truth was that I was not so sure, but clearly it meant so much to her, that I just did not have the heart to say no.
“Thanks darling.” Samina said, as she lay back and spread her legs, revealing her well used pussy to me.
I started to get hard, as I positioned myself between her legs. I had intended to start off slow, by kissing and licking the insides of her thighs and groin area, but Samina was having none of that.
“No... no.... Umer,” Samina sighed, “just massage my pussy with your tongue gently. I don't want you to turn me on today. I just want to feel something soft and silky there.”
I understood what she meant, but was a little disappointed that she was not in the mood to be aroused. But I guess after the earth-shattering orgasms Mehmood had given her, it was natural that she just wanted to relax. So I started to tongue her. As I did that my nose was invaded by an overwhelming aroma of sex. I could smell a mix of sweat, Samina's cream, and Mehmoods spunk. Even Samina's inevitable discharge felt different, thicker and more nasty than normal. I wanted to pull away, but forced myself not to. I focused my mind on purely servicing my wife, my own desires forced aside, as my tongue did its magic in Samina. Her moans, groans, and sighs and movements gave me the strength I needed to go on. And go on I did. For almost an hour I tongued her gently, and sometimes not so gently, and Samina said not a word, she just sighed at lot.
Eventually I could not do it any longer. Not because I did not want to, but my neck and tongue were tired. And I had to pull up to rest them. As if she had read my mind, Samina suddenly said, “ohhh Umer, that was wonderful, I feel so good. Thanks darling.”
I looked up to see her smiling down at me as she tousled my hair. “Glad I could help.” I smiled at her, happy that I had done my bit too. After that we were both too lazy to get out of bed, she we dozed off again.
It was a couple of hours later that we woke up. I could still taste Samina on my tongue and her smell still filled my nostrils. Samina went to take a bath while I lay in bed partially dozing. Sometime later she came out, when I was asleep, because when I woke up, she was not there any more. I took a quick shower and went downstairs.
A plate of sandwiches and some juice awaited. I saw that Samina was sitting outside in the backyard, and I took the sandwiches and juice and joined her. I gave her a peck on the lips and looked across at her winking slyly. She just smiled at me. The rest of weekend went by in a blur as we did what any normal couple would do. Clean house, and prepare for the upcoming week.
As for Mehmood, he tried to call Samina several times over the next week, but every time he got her voicemail. He left messages telling her he would like her to call him. She noticed that he never called at night when I would be there. She told me that she worried about the probability that he would want more one-on-one experiences with her despite her telling him that it would never happen again.
I confirmed to Samina that I had heard very little from Mehmood, just one or two calls, including one cancelling our weekly golf game following Saturday morning. "It would be a shame if I have lost a friend over this," I said to Samina one evening.
It was a Wednesday afternoon the week after, twelve days after the magic evening between Mehmood and Samina with me watching, when the next contact happened. Samina described what went down, and I will try to capture what she said below. Life had returned to a more normal routine. Samina arrived home around 3pm from shopping and lunch with two of her girlfriends. They had been into the city rather than just hanging out in the local shopping mall, so Samina had dressed up a bit for the occasion. Samina described what happened.
She parked the car and walked up to the front door, and realized that some was following her. She turned around to see Mehmood, looking very casual in a tight white elasticised top that emphasized his abs and his muscular chest. He had teamed the top with fawn slacks.
"Mehmood…" she sort of gulped his name out, being very surprised to see him here, at her house, during the day. "What are you doing here?"
"It seems to be the only way I can talk to you, I've left messages but you never return my calls."
"I … err … I'm sorry about that. It's just that I felt that we should cool it for a little while. You know, not see each other at all for a few weeks. After that amazing night, I thought that we needed to cool down … try to go back to just being good friends … you know, the three of us."

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You could have called me back to tell me that … but just not acknowledging me, after all that we did that night … well, it's just left me a bit flat. I'm close to relapsing back to the my old ways!"

Samina told me that she was shocked and reached out to touch his arm. "Oh no, Mehmood. Don't do that, you can't slip back. That was a terrible period in your life and you've hopefully moved on."
"With your help and encouragement, I became much better. But I'm worried that I'm slipping back. I mean, I was living like a hermit, never going out, staying home and wanking every night. Then you came along and we had a couple of good nights, but now I've gone cold turkey for nearly two weeks. Samina, I'm clawing at the walls."
"I am not your long-term solution, Mehmood. I was just a hand and then a warm body to help you get back on your feet. I can't continue to be there for you. I am married to Umer, and what happened that night was wonderful yes, but it was a one time deal, I said so then, and I am saying so now." Samina told him. She also later told me that at the time, she really did not want anything longer term developing with Mehmood, and was not very happy that he had approached her again.
"Samina, I find myself thinking about you all day and night, how good you looked naked ... in your bed."
"Mehmood, you've got to get yourself your own woman and I know you can. Goodness me, you look so good now. You're hot, you should be able to move on and find a good woman."
"Hopefully I will, Samina, but that all takes time." He paused and looked around him. "Listen, can I come in, I really feel the need to talk to you."
Samina said, she really was hesitant and looked around, making it look like she was checking her neighbours to see if anyone was watching them, when in fact she was trying to buy time and think. "I guess so, Mehmood … just to talk, mind you." Samina told me that for some reason, despite her desire to push Mehmood away, she was unable to say no to him.
"Yeah, sure Samina, just to talk. Thanks."
She turned and continued up the path to the front door and Mehmood walked about two or three paces behind her. She went inside, and kept moving on through the dining room and kitchen, "Get us both a drink please, I'll just be a moment, Mehmood. You must excuse me, I'm busting to go to wash up.” Samina actually really wanted to go pee, but was too polite to say so at that time. She literally ran to the washroom.
"You made it, that's good!" He startled her and she looked up inside the tiny room to see Mehmood's face looking directly at her through the gap in the sliding door that she had not had time to close.
"Oh come on Mehmood … fair's fair. Just give me some privacy and go and make those drinks please." Samina was angry to have been snuck up on like that.
"You are even sexier when you're angry, I love it." Mehmood laughed.
"Get out Mehmood. For God's sake, is nothing sacred? Just leave me to pee in peace please."
But instead of leaving, he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside the tiny room, standing immediately in front of her, putting her at eye level with his crotch. Samina could see the prominent bulge in his trousers. She told me, that at that moment, immediately, the memories of that fabulous night came flooding back, recalling the image of his monstrous cock, the one that had brought her such pleasure for several hours less than two weeks ago.
Mehmood saw where she was looking and correctly guessed what she might be thinking. "Are you picturing the good time you had with my big cock, Samina?"
"Please don't do this, Mehmood. I said we would just talk."
"I need you, Samina … I need you badly … I need you now."
"No Mehmood, it's not going to happen. Please get out." Samina almost pleaded.
"Umer cannot give you this size Samina!" Mehmood said, as his hand went to the bulge in his trousers and he adjusted it so that the length of his stiff erection ran up inside his trousers, the prominent bulge reaching all the way to his belt buckle. "Should I take it out, Samina, or will you?"
"For Christ's sake, stop it, Mehmood. No one's going to take it out. Just get out of here this minute and let me do what I have to do in peace." Samina pleaded again, this time Mehmood laughed, turned and left.
By this point in Samina's narrative, I was almost shivering. Mehmood seemed to be affecting Samina in ways no other man. Thus far the men had just been casual affairs, nothing more, but with Mehmood, she seemed to be getting drawn into a web that she could not break free from. Then Samina continued with her narrative and I tried to picture it all in my mind.
"My God, how embarrassing!" Samina said as she came out of the bathroom.
Mehmood just chuckled and tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket. Samina stuck her hand out, "Give me that, I'll wash it for you."
"No way," Mehmood told her. "It will have your scent on it, I'll treasure that since I can't have you."
Seeing that she was finished and dressed again, Mehmood turned, pushing the door open wide and headed back in the direction of the living room. "I'll make those drinks now," he called to her over his shoulder.
Samina followed him into the living room and waited patiently while he mixed up a couple of drinks and handed one to her. "So why aren't you at work?" she asked, and she sat down in a single chair, not wanting him to have the chance to sit alongside her and he selected the three-seater lounge. Samina crossed one leg over the other, but the skirt was long enough that she didn't reveal too much of her thighs.
"I had a couple of things to do this morning with my solicitor. You know, legal stuff to do with my wife death, her will etc." Mehmood explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious why you are dressed so casually on what would normally be a work day for you."
"Since I had lost so much time this morning, I decided it wasn't worth going in for half a day. I hadn't heard from you despite leaving a lot of messages so I figured I'd just call around to see if we can talk it out."
"Have you been waiting long for me?"
"Oh, I got here about half two, so what's that … about 45 minutes. I just sat in the car and played with myself." He smirked.
"You did not, you liar." Samina snorted.
"Actually, if the truth be known, I did, Samina. I sat there in the car, looking at your house, looking up at your bedroom and recalling the great night we had and just having a quiet wank. You came a few times that night, didn't you Samina? Have you always been that orgasmic?"
Samina was starting to feel flushed and tried to will herself and get Mehmood to leave. "I wish you wouldn't talk about that night, Mehmood. And you should try to forget and get on with your life too."
Mehmood ignored her request. "It's hard to ignore or forget that night, Samina, I saw how it affected you. How many times did you come? Can you remember? Must have been six or seven."
"Five, Mehmood … I think it was five." She immediately regretted making the admission the moment that she uttered the words.
"So you did count, eh Samina?" He smirked again.
In attempting to deflect how much impact that night had on her, she almost blurter out that it was I who counted, not her, but she managed to stop herself in time. She just nodded in agreement that she had counted.
"I knew that the night meant something to you … it had to. I mean, I don't want to put Umer down, but you would have to remember the different size of my cock inside you, stirring up those five orgasms."
Samina blushed again, but she also closed her eyes briefly at the mention of his cock size. He seized the opportunity that he saw.
"See, I knew it. You've been thinking about it still, haven't you? Don't tell me that you want to move on with your life with Umer. You would love to have one more go around with Uncle Mehmood, wouldn't you? Besides, I think....." But he said nothing more.
Samina should have said no much quicker, but the timing of her hesitation gave her away. Eventually the words came out. "No Mehmood, I don't!" but she sounded unconvincing, even to herself.
"See, I knew it. You've been avoiding talking to me, because you know you'll be tempted." He sprang to his feet, reaching a hand out to her. "Come on, we've got a few hours still until Umer gets home. Let's go to bed one more time … just for us, so we can both feel good."
She remained seated while looking up at him. His hand was still outstretched. Her mind was spinning as her thoughts ran rampant. She tried to by more time, as she wondered why Mehmood had such a strong effect on her. "Sit down, Mehmood … don't be so ridiculous." She tried desperately to sound convincing.
"It will be so easy, Samina. Just take my hand and I'll lead you up the stairs. If saying yes to me is too hard, then you don't have to say anything. I can already see that you want it and right now. Just let me lead you to the bed."
'Yes, it would be so easy, I know,' she told me she thought. 'And Mehmood was right! I know I want him and his big cock … just one more time.' But her senses screamed that danger, that nothing good could come out of it.
Mehmood took a step forward, reaching out now to take her arm, her hand still holding the drink. He tried to encourage her body out of the lounge chair without forcing her. She did stand up, willingly going with the pressure from his arm, but then she raised her other arm to signal stop.
"Mehmood, this is crazy, and I know you won't understand this." She paused, gathering up some more courage. "But I'm going to have to ask Umer." Samina had hoped that the mention of my name would give Mehmood second thoughts about the whole situation but she had no such luck.
"Go ahead." Mehmood said simply. “Somehow that mouse cocked husband of your won't give you any trouble, I am sure of it.” And then he laughed, as Samina reached for the phone. Mehmood continued to snicker, as she looked at him, the phone in her hand. "You're going to ring him at work and ask him if I can fuck you?"
Samina was she Mehmood was bluffing, so she smiled and said, "sure!"
"I don't believe it!" Mehmood laughed again, “you really need his explicit permission you know!”
I picked up my office phone. "Umer here!”
Samina heard her husband's voice on the phone line and she took a reality jolt as her spur of the moment idea took shape. "Hi Umer, how are you darling?" By now she was certain that Mehmood had called her bluff and was waiting to collect his prize.
"Samina, it's great to hear from you, but you never call me at this time of the day, unless its something important What's up?"
"Nothing special,Umer. I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Well, that's a great surprise, Samina," I was not fully paying attention to her, as I was exceptionally busy at that time. "You never do this. I love the fact that you'd call me, just out of the blue. So how was your day?" I made small talk as I sifted through the latest production figures.
"Wonderful, I went shopping with Rashmi, and Janice. We had a great time, tried on heaps of clothes, but you'll be very proud of me. I only spent $150 in the end." Samina laughed.
Samina told me that she could see Mehmood was becoming getting as she made idle conversation on the phone. He determined to take command of the situation, stepping forward to where she leaned against the kitchen bench, phone in her hand. As she talked to me her eyes held his, intently gazing at Mehmood. He was now in her space, only an arms length in front of her, but she didn't appear to be nervous, just kept watching Mehmood as she talked.
"Just a couple of outfits, darling. I guess I'll have to model them for you when you get home." Samina went on.
"I will look forward to that," I said,. "but I won't be home till about seven, Samina. Got a late appointment here in the office."
In the mean time, Mehmood reached out one hand, placing it at Samina's waist and he felt around for a clasp that would release her skirt. Her skirt didn't fall because she was leaning hard against the bench and the back held in place even though the front of her skirt now dipped low, revealing her bare belly and the top of her brief green panties.
His other hand came forward, grasping her waist on the other side and together, both hands took hold of her hips and pulled her body forward, away from the bench. She didn't resist and her skirt, now freed, fell in a pool of cloth to the floor. His hands let her fall gently back against the bench. She now stood before him in a green knitted top with scooped neck that revealed an ample amount of the smooth tanned globes of her breasts and a lot of cleavage. The top was short, barely reaching her waist, exposing a bare midriff, with green panties and brown high-heeled shin-high boots that thrust her pelvis toward him.
Her phone conversation had stalled when Mehmood released her skirt to expose most of her lower body and I became curious about the silence. "Samina, are you still there?"
"Um … oh sorry honey … I was just a bit distracted. Listen Umer, I must confess that there really was a reason for calling you."
"Oh really?" I laughed, I thought she would say something like she really liked an expensive dress and had bought it.
"I need to ask you a big favour … I mean a really big favour." Samina said taking a deep breath, and I was sure she was going to ask about making a major expense, our agreement being that before spending more than $200 on anything we would get permission of the other, that way our impulse buys would be tempered.
Mehmood's hands had now moved up from her hips and they slipped under the knitted top, each hand grasping a palm full of tit and nipple through the sleek nylon bra she wore beneath. She took in a couple of deep breaths with the sensations of his hands massaging her breasts as her husband answered.
"Sure Samina, what is it you want?"
"W-e-l-l!" she strung the word out as she savoured the effect Mehmood's hands were having on her nipples, arousing them to stiff peaks. "You know how we hadn't heard from Mehmood lately."
"Yes, Samina, did he call you?" She had my full attention now.
"Better still, Umer … he came by this afternoon."
"Oh really? And….?" I wanted to ask if she intended to fuck him, but decided to see where she led the discussion.
"Yes, he was here when I got home from shopping."
"When was that, Samina?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, only about 20 minutes ago. We've just been talking, Umer"
"Is that all, just talking?" I am sure my voice sounded disappointed, I was hoping that she had grabbed a quickie with him and would be telling me about it.
"Yes, just talking. Oh, wait a minute … no, he was also a very naughty boy, Umer."
"Why Samina, what did he do that was naughty?" I nearly panted.
"He watched me pee." Samina giggled.
"Really Samina, how did that happen? Did you ask him to watch you?"
"No I didn't Umer … that's why I said he was naughty. He followed me to the toilet, pushed the door open and just stood and watched."
"Did you like having him watch you pee, Samina?"
"No, it didn't do anything for me, Umer, in fact it felt quite creepy!" Samina's voice was all seriousness.
"Do you think it did something for him, Samina?" I asked, my penis hardening at the thought of them getting together.
"It might have, I don't know. Men are strange sometimes … you never know what seems to make them horny." Samina giggled again.
"Do you know what makes me horny, Samina?" I half asked, half joked.
"I think I do, Umer. I think I'm working it out. That's why I'm calling you on the phone … now!" Samina said, her voice sounding like a tease.
"Really?” I gasped.
"Yes, darling!” Samina laughed.
"Well, you're quite a surprise packet, Samina."
She just giggled in response and Mehmood watched her close her eyes as his massaging of her breasts began to seriously arouse her.

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"So Samina, you were saying about Mehmood being a naughty boy and watching you piss."

"Pee, Umer … I prefer the word pee." Samina giggled
"Okay Samina, so he watched you. How did it happen? How would Mehmood be in a position to watch you pee?"
"I was busting in the car on the way home and then when I got home, I ran into Mehmood waiting outside. I invited him in because he said he just wanted to talk, but then I felt the need again to pee. I knew I was never going to make it upstairs, so I used the little toilet off the laundry. I was in such a hurry that I didn't lock the door. Didn't really think I needed to … but he followed me in there."
"So what happened then?"
"Nothing really! He just stood there and watched me and I was pretty annoyed. I mean peeing is a personal thing and the toilet … well, that's private in there."
"So you were sitting on the toilet seat and he was … what, standing in front of you?"
"Yes, Umer. Standing in front of me."
"So did he have a hard-on while he was watching you? I mean, from where you were sitting, it would have been right in front of you."
This time she whispered her answer down the phone to me. "Yes Umer, he was hard."
"What was that, Samina? I could barely hear you." I was almost chocking.
Much louder this time, "Yes, Umer, it was hard and it was big." Samina opened her eyes as she answered her husband and stared straight into Mehmood's eyes, smiling at him.
"Did he take it out, Samina?" I whispered.
"No Umer, but he rearranged it better in his trousers, so that it was pointing straight up. There was a huge bulge and it almost reached his belt."
"Gee, that sounds pretty big, Samina. So did anything else happen in the toilet?"
"No, that was it!" She said.
"Oh," I added.
"Then we went into the living room and we've just been talking since." Samina giggled nervously.
"What have you been talking about Samina?" I breathed into the phone, glad that I had a private office.
"About how horny he is again, he's worried that he's going back to the way he was before I helped him." Samina's voice was such that I could not tell whether she was joking or being serious.
"So what are you wanting to do about that, Samina? Are you tempted to help him again? Is that why you're calling me now?" I almost added ,”please say you will!”, but decided against that.
Mehmood's hands left the massaging of her tits and grasped the bottom of her knitted top, hauling it up over her breasts to her neck.
"Just a minute, Umer," she told her me as both hands, including the hand holding the phone reached straight up, allowing him to pull the top over her head, leaving her body in just a see-through skin-tone nylon bra, the green panties and the high boots.
She tossed her head, shaking her hair out after it was messed by the top coming over her head. Mehmood liked the gesture as he leant forward and clamped his mouth over one bra-covered orb.
"Ummm!" she sighed, as Mehmood latched on and sucked. "Sorry, what were you saying Umer?"
"I asked you what you wanted to do about Mehmood being horny. It seems to me that if you're calling me now at a time when you don't normally call, then you must have a plan of some kind. I can't imagine you asking to get permission, unless its just a put on for Mehmood!"
"Well Umer, I don't want to upset you … and you were very generous letting me have him that night when you went out … but … but Umer, would you be angry at me if I let him have me again? Like today … I mean like right now, perhaps even here in the kitchen?" Samina giggled again.
I laughed. "It sounds to me like you're not just doing this for him, Samina. It sounds to me like you want to fuck him as much as he wants to fuck you. Do you want his big cock again, Samina? Is that what it is? Are you craving the thick one right now?"
"Yes Umer, I can't live without ....well you know!" Samina snickered..
"So why are you calling to get permission darling?" I asked, still not sure why she was calling. Was it because she wanted Mehmood to still think that she was doing this without my knowledge and so wanted to be sure I would not object, or was it to tease me?
"Well, since he's here … and since he's all horny and all … like, he hasn't had sex in two weeks. And I thought you would like to know what I am doing right now!” Samina answered my question, and I thought I heard Mehmood laugh in the background.
The line went quiet, and I could hear was Samina's occasional moans, sighs, and ooohsss!
"Samina, what's happening? Talk to me, tell me what you are doing. Pleaseeee.”
But she said nothing, as her breathing became deeper, and her sighs increased in frequency. I tried to picture what might be happening and my mind saws Mehmood apply the pressure of his lips and tongue to her sensitive nipples, one of his hands descend to her mound, taking her by surprise as she felt his fingers suddenly there at her cunt, touching her through the thin panties, finding her wet with desire. Her feet shuffled further apart, spreading her legs wide, allowing Mehmood unlimited access to her treasures.
"Oh Umer, I want him now. Can I have him now honey, right this moment? Is that okay with you? Is it all right to let him shove his big cock up into me one more time?" Her voice now sounded desperate, and I knew that she was highly aroused.
“Oh will you two cut that out, I know perfectly well that Umer knows I have fucked you and has no problem with it!” Mehmood said loudly.
“Wha....how?” Samina sounded genuinely surprised.
“I am not a moron you know Samina. Your act was convincing at first, but that night when you had me over for dinner, it was all to convenient and easily set up. I knew then that Umer was okay with it happening, that is why I did not hold back!” Mehmood explained, and Samina laughed.
“Okay, okay, you are right.” Samina admitted.
"Do you still have your clothes on, Samina?" I interrupted their conversation, wanting the action to continue.
"Only my bra and panties, Umer … oh, and my boots. You know the long brown ones that you like, with the high heels."
I had a better mental picture to work with. "Where did the rest of your clothes go?"
"He's been taking them off while I've been talking to you. I was fully clothed when I called you but now there's only my bra and panties left … oh, and the boots!"
"Did you try to stop him from taking your clothes off?" I joked.
There was a giggle, before she softly told her me, "no!"
"Can I stay on the line, darling?I pleaded.
"Yes," she whispered huskily, and I knew that they were back making out again.
"Will you tell me when he takes off your bra and panties, Samina?"
"Yess! Oh Y...yess!" her voice husky again.
"Promise darling?" I pleaded again.
"Yes … oh yes!" Samina sighed.
I imagined, Mehmood's fingers were now rolling over her moistened clit, as I heard Samina's breathing coming in panting gasps down the phone line.
"What's happening, Samina? Don't forget to tell me … I can't see you this time. I need your words … keep talking all the time … describe what's happening." I was pleading my case, dying to know what was happening.
"He's … he's got … oh Umer, his fingers have got inside my panties … and he's sucking my nipple. Oh Umer, it's good … I'm feeling really good!"
"I thought you said you had your bra on, Samina!" I blurted out
"Ohhhh.....I.....I do, he's sucking me through the bra." Samina panted.
"Better take it off then Samina … his lips and his tongue will feel that much better on your bare skin. Take it off, Samina." I said.
"It's off, Umer … I took my bra off, just like you wanted me to." Samina half giggled, half moaned, and I felt my erection throb.
"Yes … oh yes! And he is sucking them oooooh!" Samina moaned. I knew she must be really enjoying herself, as she loved having her super-sensitive nipples sucked.
For the next several moments, all I heard were some wet slobbering sounds, and Samina's increasing frequent, and longer panting and moaning. I guessed the in addition to having Mehmood pay oral attention to her nipples, perhaps she could feel his his hand and fingers rummaging around her clit and labia, grasp her panties and push them down her legs and she brought her legs together so they would fall the rest of the way to the floor. One foot lifted to step out of her panties and she spread her feet apart again as Mehmood's fingers resumed swirling around her budding clitoris, causing her to moan aloud from the sensations.
"What's happening now, Samina … you keep forgetting to tell me?" I said softly.
"My panties, Umer … they're gone … my panties are off … they're on the floor somewhere." Samina sighed.
"So you must be naked now, Samina …WOW?” I said, my penis throbbing and twitching.
"Yes Umer … all my clothes are gone, I'm naked … well, nearly naked … I've still got my boots on." Samina teased me, she knew just how sexy I found those boots.
"Hell Samina, I can picture you now … in just your high heel boots." My cock was out and I was wanking. "Shit, that Mehmood is a lucky prick … he can see you looking like that … the sight of you like that will make his damn cock even bigger!" I laughed.
Her breathing quickened and all the signs were that an orgasm was near for her … Suddenly I heard her say, "He's … oh … he's … oh my dawwwddd… his fingers are inside me, Umer. "Yes … oh God … yes!" Her voice was husky, her breath coming in panting gasps. I could sense she was getting close.
"Oh myhhhh loooorrrd I want his big cock in mmmeee Umerrrr." Samina was moaning.
"Sounds like you're ready, Samina. Are you ready for it now?" I asked
"Yes … I want it now!" Samina screamed
"Then tell him, Samina. Tell Mehmood to stick that big cock of his in you now. Go on, tell him Samina."I said.
Samina breathed deeply for a few moments before saying, "I want it now, Mehmood … pleaseeee put that big thing of yours inside me?" .
Through the phone, JI could hear Mehmood's voice for the first time. "I want you in bed, Samina. Let's go upstairs."
"No!" I screamed frantically in Samina's ear. "Stay on the line, darling."
"Ummmmm, ummmmm I will." She answered, and then said, "no Mehmood, do me here, in the kitchen … now … right now!"
Mehmood tried again. "Come on Samina, come up to bed. It's much better in bed."
Samina was emphatic. "No … it's right here … or not at all."
"For Christ's sake, you two are sick puppies," Mehmood told Samina, annoyed.
"Now Mehmood … I want you now," she pleaded. "I want this inside me, Mehmood. Please … put it in now."
I heard Mehmood laugh and say, “Okay baby! I love your hot, tight cunt!”
They were standing in the kitchen, I imagined Mehmood put both of his hands around the back of Samina's thighs and lifted her feet off the floor. Samina threw her right arm around his neck to hold on while she stubbornly hung on to the phone with her left hand. Her ass was just barely perched on the edge of the kitchen bench and she wrapped both legs around his hips, a move that spread her cunt lips wide as she felt his thick tool poised at her entrance, ready to enter her.
He nudged it forward and it spread her inner labia lips wide around the head of his cock. "Oh! Gawwwd its so big and beautiful!" Samina gasped, marvelling at the size.
"What's happening? You're not telling me. Is he in yet?" I whined, not wanting miss anything.
"Just honey … it's just…OOOhhhhhh yessssh...." Samina panted deeply, and I imagined her getting that glazed look in her eyes, the one she got whenever a big cock penetrated her, and started to take her to paradise.
"I guess he's in now, then?" I asked
"yeshh, yeah....yeah, and it feels amazing." Samina managed to say out, and I felt happy for her.
I heard Mehmood's voice again. "Hold steady, babe, here it comes!"
He must have started fucking her with gusto, as I Samina scream and pant continuously
"Christ, you're so tight babe!" Mehmood's voice again.
"Umerrrr ohhhhh umerrrr… I'm going to need two hands to hang on." Samina panted
"Okay, but don't hang up, just place it down beside you," I shouted at her, frantic that she might cut off the call. My hand was now stroking his own cock repeatedly.
I heard her place the receiver down on the bench, so she could throw both arms around Mehmood's shoulders. I pictured her burying her head into his neck, her lips nuzzling his skin. Both of Mehmoods hands holding her ass eased their her cunt alternatively rose and sank fully over his rampant erection.
"Ooohhhhhh … I've got it all … I feel soooo wonderfully stuffed and full," she called out, and I was sure it was for me, not for Mehmood, whose own grunts were growing louder, and deeper.
As their moans, pants, and grunts intertwined, I pictured Mehmood lifting Samina's whole body up until it almost slid off the top of his cock, and then he was letting her go and the weight of her body was sliding her down over his shaft. Again and again, they mutually enjoyed the ultimate intimate joining of two eager bodies. I could hear the slapping of their bodies together, as well as their deep breathing, and panting. Never could I have imagined that just listening to Samina being fucking a big cock, could be so erotic.
I sat in the office, a hand pumping my cock under the desk while he listened to my wife getting off with our friend. Although she no longer held the phone at her end, I could clearly hear her gasping and heavy breathing on every stroke that Mehmood pounded into her. I was all unbelievably erotic, and I had to force myself to stop the stroking whenever I felt pressure build on my cock.
I knew just how close Samina was to cumming, by the sounds of her gasps and groans as the frequency of the sounds of their bodies slapping together decreased and then increased again. I pictured Samina slowing down and taking his cock in her deep, before starting to ride the length of it again. Just then, my cum splattered up at the underside of the desk as I gained his relief while on the other end of the phone, I could hear Samina moaning loudly through her orgasmic frenzy. I tried to imagine the feelings that Mehmood would be experiencing as Samina's vaginal muscles clamped and spasmed tightly around his cock head.
Suddenly, the phone line went dead and I presumed that Mehmood had taken the opportunity to hang up on him while Samina was lost in her orgasmic bliss. I was annoyed, but thankful too, I had to get back to work. I made mental not to ask Samina what happened from then on.
And ask her I did. She happily shared with me, all that happened cack at the house, Mehmood perched her ass on the bench, his shaft tightly embedded in her cunt. He was nowhere near ready to cum yet, but he allowed Samina time to come down from her first climax. At last, she opened her eyes and gazed deeply into his. "Is that it? Did you come?"
Mehmood answered by thrusting his hips forward, this move with himself lodged deep inside her, had the effect of shoving her further back onto the kitchen bench. She felt the fullness of his erection within her and knew that he was yet to come.
"I guess not," she sighed, tightening her arms around his shoulders, hugging herself to his muscular frame. "I love your big cock."
"I thought you might … that's why I came over." Mehmood laughed.
"I'm glad you did … I was silly to deny myself this," she said, tightening her vaginal muscles around his shaft for effect.
"What was that charade with Umer all about?" Mehmood laughed again.
"Oh that … I'm sorry, but I just figured that I'd tease him a little, and you know just in case you were not on to us, let you think that I was feeling guilty. Umer has a real voyeur streak. He seems to get a kick out of sharing me with other men, so long as he can watch it or hear about it after." Samina explained.
"What do you mean watch you and me?" Mehmood demanded.
Samina was caught out, in the aftermath of their passion, she wasn't thinking straight and had let the word 'watch' slip out. "No, no, I mean watch me as I tell him about you fucking me."
"You don't mean that … you said watch. Was he somewhere watching that night we were together up in your bed? Did he have a camera there?" Mehmood demanded.
Samina realised that she had said too much, she couldn't think quickly enough to talk her way out of her revelation. "I'm sorry, Mehmood … Umer insisted. I just went along with it because that was the only way he would let me have you that night."
"What was it, a camera or was he watching us through the door?"
"He was in the closet," Samina told him ashamedly.
"Wow, he's a strange one. So you were just performing for him with me?" Mehmood let out a long breath.
"No Mehmood, that's not true. I really got into it. I mean, I knew he was there when we first went up, but after all that effort that we took to get this wonderful beast inside me…" She clamped the muscles in her groin around him again to emphasise her point. "…then I just forgot he was there. I was embarrassed really … when I thought about it later, I was afraid that I might have been a bit too enthusiastic in giving myself to you so completely."
"Did he mind how you threw yourself into it?" Mehmood asked pointedly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"No he did not. Everybody got what they wanted. He's obviously got this thing about watching me with you, another man, you got me, and I got to enjoy your lovely cock."

“More than just a willing woman's body … it was the willing body of a good friend … and you were hot." Mehmood said.
"Thanks! I got something out of it too, it feels wonderful to be fucked by a big one. I don't know why people keep saying size does not matter. It does!” Samina said.
"Samina, we're not done yet. Let's take this upstairs. I want you in your bed now." Mehmood demanded.
"That's good … so do I!" Samina happily complied.
She expected he would leave her sitting perched on the bench while he slid his cock out. But instead, he got his hands around her ass and lifted her. Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she realised that he was intending to carry her, with her body suspended over the top of his cock. "Oh my God, you better put me down. I'll be too heavy. You don't want to break something."
"It's okay, you are not heavy at all Samina, you are petite!" Mehmood told her as he kissed her, and carried her out of the kitchen, down the hall to the stairs. She told me that she felt every step he took as it jolted his cock inside her cunt. The first time she had ever had something like that done to her, and it was heavenly. Without a doubt, Mehmood had the best stamina of any of her lovers so far.
"Feels great," she said, her head nestled against his neck, her arms clinging to him, wrapped around his neck.
"This bit might be harder," he said as they reached the stairs. Carefully, he took one step up, balancing her precariously on his shaft. Then a second step, and a third. It was okay, he found that if he took it slowly, he could negotiate the steps without dropping her. Just as well that he worked out in the gym regularly.
He reached the top of the stairs safely and walked her into her bedroom, going right up to the edge of the bed. With his knees braced against the bed, he leaned forward. Samina felt herself falling backwards and tensed. "Don't drop me!"
Mehmood took one hand off her ass and held it out to brace himself when they dropped. Half a metre off the bed, he let himself fall forward and Samina fell back onto the bed, Mehmood – joined to her – coming down on top of her.
"Ugggghhh!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed her into the mattress.
"You okay? He asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just took my breath away. My God, I can't believe that you're still in me. I love big cockk!!"
"I sure am, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to enjoy this, as much as you are!" His feet had left the floor, but they were still hanging off the side of the bed. He needed to get them both further onto the bed so his knees could get a grip for him to drive himself into her. They managed to shuffle their joined bodies until they were both in full contact with the bed. "That's better … now let's both enjoy this without anyone watching."
"Okay," she told him, pushing her hips up to meet him, signalling her surrender to let him take her fully.
So began a magical hour for them both. Mehmood proudly maintained his control, despite not having had sex for two weeks, he pounded his giant cock into Samina's eager and willing cunt. She took it all and responded with enthusiasm, reeling off one orgasm after another. Mehmood counted each one aloud.
When he announced "That's five," she laughed. "You've tied the record," he told her proudly.
"Don't you want to come, Mehmood?"
"Desperately babe … my balls are aching."
"Well, do it. You don't have to prove you're some super stud for me. I just love the feel of you tucked up inside me, filling me, stretching me! But I'm exhausted now … I really just want you to cum and then we can hold each other for awhile."
"Okay, here I come," Mehmood told her, but he lied. On and on he plunged his hard and thick tool into her velvety sheath. “Ha ha ha!” He laughed. “I will give you a sixth orgasm today Samina.” He boasted.
But Samina, was not showing any sign of reaching number six, her breathing sounded normal as she lay spread beneath him, her eyes gazing lovingly into his as his cock pummelled her. Resignedly, Mehmood gave up his resistance and allowed his balls to release their liquid package into his shaft. Having given up holding back, Mehmood plunged harder and deeper, determined to extract the maximum feelings for them both when he came. "Oh shit Samina, you're a great fuck," he screamed out so romantically as he committed to his last few thrusts, feeling his cum travelling up his shaft, about to burst out into her body.
"Now Mehmood, now!" was all Samina said as her body suddenly jerked into a shuddering climax, one with little build-up that neither of them felt was coming. Samina's sixth coming blended in with Mehmood's only one as his cock spurted its liquid contents deep into her cunt.
Their bodies lay locked tightly together as his cock jerkily delivered its life-giving elixir into her receptive body and she clung to him, her legs locked over the back of his thighs, so she could feel every spasm, every pulsing spurt that hit her cervix.
At last, they were still. He was heavy, lying atop her, but she didn't want to complain. She had willingly given him her body to mould and play with … and he had delivered all the pleasure that she could possibly want.
"It's a new Samina record," he announced proudly.
"I don't know how … I wasn't expecting that last one. It just snuck up on me." Samina laughed.
"They can be the best kind, can't they?" Mehmood said happily.
"Yeah, I guess so." Samina sighed, still recovering from her sixth orgasm.
He withdrew his shaft from her and she felt every ridge of his cock as it slipped from her grasping cunt. She closed her eyes to better savour the sensations coursing through her body. Then he rolled off her, allowing her to breathe better with his weight gone. But she wanted his closeness and she rolled over to cling to his body as he flopped beside her on the bed.
"Can you stay a bit longer?" Samina asked him.
"Sure, as long as you want. But what about Umer?"
"He said he wouldn't be home until seven tonight." She looked across at the bedside clock. "It's only four thirty now, we've got heaps of time."
They both gave in to the drowsy state of their bodies and they slumbered easily together.
Samina told me that she woke up first, and she looked at the clock, it was almost 6.30 pm. She knew, I would be home soon. Her movement on the bed stirred Mehmood awake too and he immediately leaned over and kissed her, long and lingering with a degree of tongue activity. Samina loved this instant sign of passion and she folded her arms around his neck and head again.
"I better be going," he said as the kiss ended.
"No, not yet," she said, holding him against her warm body. She was drawn to him in ways she could not understand, and suddenly had an overwhelming desire to please him.
"But Umer will be home soon." Mehmood pointed out.
"That's okay, he knows you're here … and he knows what we're doing. He loves me being with other men." She finally admitted the truth to Mehmood, as she lifted her racked body and threw her leg across his body, lifting herself up into a sitting position atop him, her ass coming down right on his groin, his cock now flaccid. "Have you got just a bit more for me?" She gave him a seductive pouting look.
"You are becoming insatiable! And what do you mean Umer loves seeing you with other men?” Mehmood laughed.
“You know exactly what I mean!” Samina laughed, as she reached beneath her and took hold of his cock, rubbing it along her outer lips as she lifted her body up, straddling his. "And I am always insatiable with big, beautiful cocks! God, I love them so!"
Mehmood laughed. “I would never have imagined, you were a real slut. You always project such a prim-proper wife image!” He reached his hands up and began massaging her perfectly shaped tits that curved like a ski jump, the nipples being the jump-off point. He drew the nipples out to an erect state. Beneath her body, they could both feel the effect that rubbing his cock along her cunt lips was having … he was growing solid very quickly. There was moisture too, her juices now flowing again.
Samina laughed. “Well just goes to show looks can be deceiving!” And Mehmood laughed with her.
“Well, lucky me!” Mehmood said squeezing her breasts.
Realising that time was against them, Samina said, she couldn't wait for a full erection so she lowered her body and crammed his cock head into her cunt in one swift movement. The heat from within her cunt was all that was needed and Mehmood's cock quickly responded, growing inside her passage to a full erection.
Samina took control immediately and began sliding her body up and down his hard shaft. Her cunt had by now fully adjusted to his size and she had little difficulty with it. She half closed her eyes, savouring the sensual feel of his massive cock as it sliced through her. She was once again in heaven.
With his hands manipulating her breasts and her engorged nipples and his cock plowing into her, Samina was not surprised when she so soon felt the rumblings within her of an impending orgasm. She just maintained her pace and rhythm, allowing herself to go with it and let it run its course, her body jerking spasmodically atop his rigid shaft, then collapsing over him.
When she had extracted every drop of pleasure from that release, Samina lifted her body upright again and pressed on. "Come with me, Mehmood, please." She used the muscles around her vagina, clamping and tightening around his shaft as she slid up and down on him. "Don't control it now, I know you did that last time, and it was good. But just let go, I want you to cum again with me and in me, shoot in me please!"
She was kicking into overdrive again, her breathing laboured and her gasping moans telling him that she was headed for another release. "Now Mehmood … give it to me now!" Her orgasm peaked and she shrieked out, "Come with me now, Mehmood."
“I love you begging for it, slut!” Mehmood pinched her nipples and laughed, as his cum was released, spurting deep into Samina's cunt as she slumped over him, her own spasms diminishing as his pulsing finish completed their union.
Unknown to the them, I had walked into the house, just as Samina was screaming out, "cme with me now, Mehmood." I crept quietly up the stairs and stood at the open bedroom doorway, watching Samina sitting atop Mehmood, while he pumped his creamy release into her welcoming body.
When I saw Samina's exhausted body slump down over Mehmood, I knew that there was nothing more to watch here. Ichecked his watch and saw that it was almost seven … I had talked to his wife just before four. 'Have they been at it all that time … surely not? WOW!' I thought as I made his way back downstairs to the living room, poured my self a drink and sitting down to watch some television.
It would be fifteen minutes later when Mehmood appeared in the doorway. "Hi Umer,," he said, looking rather tired. "When did you get in?"
"Just in time to see you pumping your cum into my wife. It sure looked like she was enjoying herself … was she good for you?" I smiled as I asked the question.
"She is heaven, Umer. That body is pure heaven. Her perfect tits, I could touch and kiss them all day … and as for her tight cunt." His eyes rolled back expressively. "You are a very lucky man."
"I know, she is everything I could wish for. She seems to like your cock, Mehmood." I said
"Err … yes, she admitted that often. That is one size queen of a wife you have! But don't worry … I know she loves you very much." Mehmod
"I know that Mehmood. I'm quite okay with it … I haven't minded you borrowing Samina while you get yourself back on your feet. But listen, you better start looking for a good woman of your own too. We both know that Samina cannot be anything but a fling for you. You are just another lover to her."
"Yes I know that Umer.” Mehmood said thoughtfully.
"By the way Mehmood, are we still on for golf Saturday?"
"Err … yes. Of course, tee off at eight, eh?"
"Sounds good to me. You can see yourself out, eh Mehmood?"
"Certainly, Umer … and thanks … you know, thanks for everything … I mean, today and last week … I really do appreciate it. You're a good friend … and so is Samina." Mehmood said as he walked towards the exit.
"You're welcome, Mehmood." I stood and switched off the TV. "
I climbed the stairs and walked to the bedroom. The dark of night had fallen outside, and in the bedroom, the bedside lamps were on. In the glow of the light, his wife Samina lay spread out in the middle of their double bed, her eyes closed. Her arms lay stretched out to each side and her legs were spread wide apart, almost obscenely, revealing lots of pink bits between the tops of her thighs. As I reached the side of the bed, I could see Mehmood's semen leaking from her cunt lips onto the sheet.
I unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them while unbuttoning my shirt. Samina heard the sounds of his clothing coming off and opened her eyes, turning her head to look at her husband. "Hello Umer, when did you get in?"
"Oh, about twenty minutes ago. Just in time to see you riding Mehmood and urging him to come." I nodded toward her dripping cunt. "It would appear that he did!"
"Ummm! It was so nice, Umer … he is a very considerate lover … and is stamina, wow. He is probably the best lover I have had so far. I can't get enough of him." She managed to say softly, her eyes closed.
"Yeah, I can see that, your cunt looks like its been fucked raw!” I laughed as I looked at it again. I clambered onto the bed and quickly moved his body next hers, holding her tight!
"Oh Umer, I am so ready.... for it... please get your tongue down there fast, I need some soft relief that only your tongue can provide! Please daring.” Samina half moaned, half whispered. “I can't wait!” … if you can't wait! Do it quick first, and I will tell you everything that happened in the past 3 or 4 hours, I promise.”
I looked down at my wife's pussy, and saw Mehmood's deposit was still seeping out of it slowly. The thought of licking down there at that time while still a little icky to me, was nowhere near as repulsive as it had first been. I had done this kind of think before and it was not nearly as bad as I had imagined it would be. And frankly, I had also accepted that this was the only way I could provide Samina any real pleasure after she had been so thoroughly fucked by men like Mehmood. And as strange as it may sound, it made me feel closer to her.
It does something to man, when he says his wife being pleasured like a wanton slut by another man. You can either go mad, and leave your wife, or you can accept the situation happily and make the most of it. There is no middle ground. I am happy to say that I accepted the situation quite easily, as if it was the most natural situation in the world. And well, if you love your wife as much as I love Samina, you would actually see it as the most natural situation in the world. I mean what could be more natural than wanting your wife to have the best of everything, including sexual pleasure? So for me licking her, making her feel better after she had been sexually pleasured by another man, was just one more thing I could do to keep her happy and satisfied.
I smiled at Samina and said, “of course darling! I'd be happy too.”
Samina gave me one of her patented million dollar smiles and just moaned a little as she lay back and spread out her legs, exposing her well fucked pussy to me. I positioned myself between legs, my face just about the distended pussy. The raw aroma of animalistic sex pervaded my nose, and I could see glistening dampness in the soft light. I heard Samina moan, as she reached down and gripped my hair, applying gentle pressure to lower my head into her groin. I understood immediately that she was not in the mood to have my tongue dance around it, she wanted it on her sex immediately!
So I did just what she wanted. I gently nibbled on her pussy, before french kissing it. I could feel the thick, salty mixture of sex juices enter my mouth and glide down my throat. Trust me guys, the taste is not all that bad! Then, I started massaging Samina's pussy with my tongue, with as much throughness as I could. Her constant, “umm's”, and “oohs,” egged me on, as I knew I must be doing a good job to make her react like that. I felt proud, and happy, and I realized that I was in my rightful place, giving her pleasure and comfort, that only I could give her. It felt good! It felt magical, and heavenly. I completely I forgot that I had a throbbing, horny cock begging for attention, and focused completely on the beautiful, pussy in front of me.
I worked her pussy over pretty good, licking and sucking and tickling it faster and then slower, varying my rhythm. Her pussy was oozing Mehmood's come, and I dug in there and licked out as much as I could. It was salty and sticky, and I could smell its sharpness as it coated my chin and nose. Yet it all felt heavenly.
Occasionally, Samina flexed her pussy muscles, sending rivulets of her cream mixed with Mehmood's cum, into my mouth, all of which I greedily swallowed. She started grinding her slimy crack on my face gently. I smiled as her juices ran across my cheeks, and down my neck. I felt great!
I don't know how long I continued licking, kissing, eating, biting, tickling, teasing, worshipping, and pleasuring Samina. I felt her shudder a few times, but mostly she was quiet, with soft oohhs, ahhs and umms escaping her. Then I felt her take hold of my head and lift it. I looked up to see a very satisfied smile on Samina's face.
“Thanks darling,” she said. “As always you know exactly what I needed. I love you Umer!”
I smiled back at Samina, my mouth still wet from her juices. “I am glad Samina. It makes me feel so good that I can provide you with this kind of pleasure.”
Samina smiled, nodded at me, and closed her eyes. I could tell she was exhausted “Do you like eating cum from me?” She asked, her voice sounding distant.
“Yes darling, I do!” I tried to say with a lot of conviction. It was not entirely true, but I said so anyway, I knew it made her feel good.
“I am glad Umer, because I love it when you do that, I hope you will do it more often, we don't do it nearly enough.” Samina said softly.
“Of course Samina, I will be happy too.” Again a small lie from me, but I knew it didn't matter, Samina loved that I did that for her, and I would do it no matter what my personal feelings. And like I said before, I had almost lost my initial revulsion, and was not quite comfortable doing it, in fact this time I even enjoyed it a little. I knew with time, I would enjoy it a lot.
Suddenly I remembered I was horny as hell, and with Samina's eyes still closed, I quietly walked into the washroom, sat on the toilet, and jerked off to the image of Samina riding Mehmood. It was a powerful image indeed, and I enjoyed replaying it in my head. Soon I had orgasmed, washed up and went back into the bedroom, where soft snoring sounds greeted me. Rather than wake Samina up, I went decided to go down and lay out dinner.

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As I went downstairs to get dinner laid out, I was proud of myself for a job well done, and I felt lucky to have a wife as honest as Samina. I was glad that she had been able to fulfil her desire, and happy that I was able to be a part of something so special for her. It made us special. Mehmood, was just another fling, I was her real lover.

I decided not to wake up Samina, but as soon as I had laid our dinner, I saw her come down. “I'm famished,” she said as she sat at the dinner table, and we ate a quite supper.
Samina feared that she would hear from Mehmood again soon after she had let him have her again, but he didn't call the rest of that week. He did call Umer on Friday afternoon, but only to check that our golf game was still on for Saturday morning.
Saturday dawned fine. I kissed Samina goodbye and headed off to the course around 7am, looking forward to playing a round of golf with Mehmood. On the fifth tee, a par three, they had to wait for the group ahead to clear the green. Since I tended to hook my shots and Mehmood sliced his, we had not spent much of the first four holes walking together. Now was my opportunity to talk a little to Mehmood, who seemed to be getting a bit distant since his last encounter with Samina.
"So Mehmood, how's your social life going?” I asked casually.
"As a matter of fact, Umer. I went out with a friend Thursday night and we got around to a couple of bars, then took in a nightclub. Would you believe, I hooked up with a lovely young woman, a very attractive redhead. And I do mean young, she's only 25, works in a law office, seems pretty smart. We danced a bit in one of the clubs, then we went somewhere quiet for coffee, talked for over an hour."
"Where was the somewhere quiet? Her place or yours?" I laughed.
"No Umer, it wasn't like that. I never made a move on her. I'm still a bit gun shy, so I thought I'd take it slow, get to know her a bit before I get too involved. Anyway, we got on so well that we're both keen to hook up again. It probably would have been last night, but I knew I had to be up early for golf and I didn't want to cancel. You might have thought that I was cancelling because of Samina and I getting it off the other day. I didn't want you to think that." Mehmood explained.
"So when are you going to see her?" I asked.
"Tomorrow… she's invited me over to her place."
"Sounds promising … good luck with her."
"She'll need to be good … after Samina, I mean. That is one special lady you have there!" Mehmood remarked.
I had been looking for a chance to introduce Samina wife into the conversation and I was about to say something when Mehmood noticed the group ahead calling them through.
"Umer, look, they're waving to us that the green is clear. I better tee up." Mehmood said.
It was not until we got to the 13th tee that we were again delayed and I grabbed the opportunity to bring up Mehmood's two sex sessions with Samina.
"Mehmood, you said that you've become a bit gun shy after your wifes death, but you didn't seem too gun shy where my wife is concerned, how come?" I asked.
Mehmood turned to look at me, "I'm sorry, Umer. Are you upset? Samina gave me the impression that you were okay – almost encouraging - about me getting it off with her. I certainly don't want to mess up our friendship."
"No Mehmood, please don't get me wrong. It may have come out sounding a bit like a complaint, but I was just comparing your attitude about fucking this new girl you've met to the speed with which you jumped into bed with my Samina." I explained quickly.
"Well, I guess that's because I've known Samina for a long while, even though we'd never been intimate before. It's just that when she turned up with a hot dinner that first night and I was so horny from wanking and not being able to come … she was so sympathetic to my situation. I suppose I did put a bit of pressure on her to get her to wank me. But her hand felt so good and she seemed so supportive … and then she suggested that you were okay about it." Mehmood said.
"I guess you could say that I did give that impression." I smiled.
"And then on the Friday night at your house … well, all the green lights were flashing. You were going out and she was dressed like a sexpot. What else was I going to do? So I just went for it, so to speak. I certainly didn't mean to upset you. Anyway, you can't be so high and mighty … you were sneaking around in the closet, watching us … you old perv!" Mehmood looked at me an laughed.
"Yes, well … that's just how it is with us. We decided a while back that it was for the best if Samina fucked anyone she wanted. Actually it was she who was hesitant to sleep with you, she is worried about your being Pakistani.” I explained. “Mehmood, I'm really okay about you and Samina. I know she enjoys you fucking her, she has admitted as much to me and also said that she finds herself unable to say no to you."
"Really? I thought she was not interested in me anymore." Mehmoods voice sounded disappointed.
"Mehmood, don't go playing the aggrieved lover who's been used. You certainly got your kicks that night. Let's just say we all came away happy. You had a great time with Samina." I said.
"What is it though, Umer? Why do you sit in the dark and watch … why not just speak up and suggest a threesome?" Mehmood asked.
"Because that doesn't really appeal to Samina, or else she would have asked for one. I've just had this thing for a while where I wanted to watch her getting fucked by someone we knew … someone who wouldn't be cruel or hurtful to her. Someone who could pleasure her in ways I never could." I admitted frankly to Mehmood.
"So what do you get out of it?" Mehmood spoke to me as he practiced his next shot.
"It was very exciting … I would even say extremely exciting, I loved every minute of it. I feel happy that she is getting the best."
"I'm sorry, Umer … but I still don't get it."
I decided to be completely honest with Mehmood. "Samina is the woman I love dearly, but you have seen me in the locker room, you know how I am in the penis department. You also know from personal experience how much she loves size, and clearly I can't give that to her. I know that I can't please her the way you, or another well-hung man can. So I used to feel guilty about that, until she just went out and did it one day, and told me about it afterwards. I was happy she did, she deserves the best in everything, including sex and sexual pleasure."
"So what about last Wednesday then … how did you feel about that? You couldn't watch, but you listened. At least, for a while." Mehmood asked.
"That was quite unexpected … but it turned out to be equally exciting. Last Wednesday, when I was sitting in my office and Samina called and started describing things, I was able to visualise them so clearly because I had previously watched you two go at it. So when she talked about your big cock, I could picture it slicing into her cunt, and I loved the fact that she was teasing me so much." I said.
"You're a strange man, Umer!" Mehmood said simply.
"I told you Mehmood, I've read about this. There's a lot of men, I means lots and lots, who are into watching … or at least hearing about their wife being fucked by another man. It's a turn-on for us. And for me it is the ultimate turn on!" I explained, hoping Mehmood would understand what I meant.
"So Umer, now that you've watched and listened to Samina and I, how does a threesome interest you? A menage a trois?" Mehmood asked.
"I don't like the word threesome, Mehmood, because I don't want to get too close to your cock. I want you to know that homo stuff doesn't interest me." I said.
"I didn't mean that Umer. What I meant was, both of us giving Samina an afternoon of unforgettable fucking. You see, with two of us fucking her, one after the other, then she wouldn't have to wait for male recovery time." Mehmood explained.
"I don't know if she'd go for that, Mehmood." I said.
"I can't see why not, Umer! So let's offer her the two of us, in the same bed, for hours on end. That way, you get to watch and you get to participate!” Mehmood smiled at me.
"I don't know, Mehmood. When are you suggesting this might happen? After all, you've just been telling me that you may have found a new woman." I pointed out.
"No time like the present!. What about we cut short our drinks at the 19th hole and go spend the rest of the day with Samina? It might be my last chance. As I told you, I'm meeting Diana – did I tell you her name? That's the lady I met Thursday night, we're hooking up for lunch tomorrow. After tomorrow, I might only have eyes for Diana."
Mehmood saw that mys eyes had lit up, probably in anticipation of his sexual desires moving to a new level. Mehmood also noticed that the golfers behind them were calling out to them, trying to get their attention. The green ahead had cleared and Mehmood and I were so into their conversation that we were holding up play.
"Come on Umer, we better get moving, we've got the group behind us getting anxious. What about you call Samina the next time play stops and suggest that we both come back to your house?"
"Yeah, sure! Sounds quite promising." I said, not quite believing it. I was not sure if Samina would even go for it.
We played on and it took only two more holes before we were again delayed by the foursome in front of us. "Call her now, Umer," urged Mehmood.
I reached for his cell phone and dialled Samina. My heart pounded with excitement as he heard Samina answer. "Hello.”
"Samina honey, it's me!" I said softly.
"Umer what are you calling for? You're not finished playing already, are you?" Samina sounded surprised.
"No Samina, we're only at the 15th. Listen honey, Mehmood and I have been talking about … you know, about the events of the past two weeks … about how you and he have enjoyed having sex together, and also about me, and how I like to watch…" I stammered.
"Where's this heading, Umer? What are you two cooking up?" Samina giggled.
"Well … Mehmood, err … Mehmood sort of suggested that all three of us might get together…" I stammered again.
"God no, Umer … what is this? Do you want him now, do you?" Samina sounded a little annoyed.
"Samina, I'm not talking about me with Mehmood … what I'm suggesting is that since you've enjoyed fucking him, that we could have an afternoon and evening and you could have both of us, one after the other, perhaps a couple of times each with us. How does that sound?" I said quickly.
At last Samina answered, "is this Mehmood's idea?"
"Yes Samina, Mehmood did suggest it, but I thought that it sounded pretty good. I think Mehmood wants to get me out of the closet, so to speak." I laughed nervously.
"I knew it would be Mehmood's idea, he'll come up with any excuse to get that bloody beautiful, big cock of his into me again." Samina snickered.
"So what are you saying, Samina? Don't you want to do it with him anymore?"I asked.
"No Umer, I didn't say that. I was just guessing that he was looking for any chance to keep coming around, even if it means having you laying there alongside us." Samina said.
"Samina, the idea is that we'll both have you, not just him. I'm quite happy about it, so long as you are. And despite what you might think about him, it might be the last time. It seems that he met a nice young woman last night, he's seeing her for lunch tomorrow." I said.
"That's great, I'm really happy for him. So when do you two rogues plan to have this threesome with me?" Samina laughed.
"Starting in about two hours, Samina. We're at the 15th hole now. Possibly take us about an hour to finish at the rate this has been going today. Then we'll have a quick lunch and a couple of beers … should be home around two. Is that okay with you?"
"Err … I guess so! Actually, I was only thinking how randy I was about an hour ago. Mehmood, might just have what I need." Samina laughed, and I noted how she mentioned Mehmoods name, and not mine.
"How about you put something raunchy on, you know, lacy lingerie, that sort of thing."
"Okay then, see you both about two." Samina said hanging up.
I smiled and nodded to Mehmood. "Looks like our afternoon and evening are set." Mehmood raised his hand and high-fived me,, a huge smile on his face, as I am sure, he contemplated the sexual delights that lay ahead for him.
"Come on, let's hurry this group along," I said, as I placed a ball on the tee and quickly drove it down the fairway, yelling "Fore!"
At around 2:30 pm, I opened the front door and stood back for Mehmood to enter. Just off the hallway to the left was the living room where Samina was waiting, Mehmood and I turned into that room. The side window, bathing the room in sunlight, was directly across the room in front of them as we entered.
Samina stood a few feet in front of that window, the sunlight at her back, her body completely silhouetted, her feet spread slightly apart. We paused in the doorway, taking in the vision of beauty that stood before. I have never seen Samina look more desirable than she did at that moment. We were speechless, as we stood in awe at the sight of her fine lines, her statuesque legs, the thin calves and then the thighs thickening up to the bit where the inner thighs almost touched and then separated beneath her cunt to allow some more light through.
"Wow, you look great, Samina!" enthused Mehmood.
"Here here to that," I added. “WOW!”
"Thank you, my men," said Samina softly, then pirouetted once for us, the negligee billowing out as she walked away from the sun's back-lighting and came under the effect of the room lights. We could now make out the bra and panties through her flimsy outer garment and both gave a collective sigh of approval.
"You look sensational, honey," I told her as he stepped forward to kiss my attractive wife. My arms folded around her and she raised her face and her lips to accept the kiss that I was eager to bestow on her. It was open-mouthed and filled with passion and as I hugged her body to him, shoving my raging hard-on against her.
Not to be left out, Mehmood moved towards us, behind Samina and hugged her tight. That was when she felt his huge cock, obviously fully erect, nudging between the cheeks of her ass. The rest of his body closed in on her and she was sandwiched between the two of us/ Mehmood reaching between Samina and I, so that both of his hands could take hold of her breasts.
Samina had one hand on my ass, holding my lower body tightly to hers, while her other hand reached around behind her, grasping Mehmood's ass to pull his body close against her ass. She need not have bothered, Mehmood ensured that the length of him was pressed up tight against the back of her body.
My kiss had been long and intense, but eventually we had to break for air. Breathlessly, Samina told us, "I can feel that this afternoon is going to be different from any in my life … so what happens now?"
I looked across the top of Samina's head, towards Mehmood, standing immediately behind her, "There's nothing to keep us down here, right Mehmood?"
Mehmood nodded, "no, I'd say we go on upstairs to your bedroom, guys."
I pulled away and taking his wife's hand, he led the way toward the stairs. Samina stretched her other hand out behind her, indicating to Mehmood that he should take it and he did, following a step or two behind.
All three of us, climbed the stairs in single file. "Do you guys need to take a shower? I don't mean together!" Samina asked us
I answered her. "No honey, we showered at the Golf Club. We're all ready to go."
"That's good, I don't think I want to wait any longer." Samina laughed.
"Are you excited about this, Samina?" I asked.
"Yes, I am! I really am!" Samina paused at the doorway to their bedroom and looked straight into my eyes. "If you find that you can't handle any of this, just tell me … you promise Umer? I don't want you to feel bad about anything, okay?"
"Samina, I'm cool! I'm quite okay, I want to try this! To be part of the experience with you for once." I said.
"Okay then," responded Samina and she stepped into the bedroom, walked straight across to the bed and pulled down the top sheet. She moved onto the bed, getting on her knees to get to the middle where she turned, her ass pointed at us, and smiled seductively, she fell onto her back. "Who's first?"
Mehmood and I, had followed Samina into the room and now stood together on the same side of the bed, switching from watching Samina to looking at each other, wondering where to start.
"We didn't have a plan for this," Mehmood said. "Do we toss a coin?"
"You better not, or I'm out of here," an indignant Samina told him.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mehmood offered up a suggestion. "Let's just get one on each side of Samina and kind of see what happens. Umer, do you have a favourite side?"

"I normally sleep over there by the window."
"Well then, how about you go around the bed and get on that side, Umer … and I'll just lay here."
By the time that I made it around the bed, Mehmood was laying alongside Samina, his face moving in quickly toward Samina, his lips devouring hers, his hand slipping onto her belly, his fingers urging her negligee to gap open just below her waist.
On the other side of Samina, I lay down on his right side, facing the other two with my right hand holding up his head so he could watch Mehmood, and Samina passionately kissing from just inches away. My eyes roamed down Samina's body and saw that Mehmood's hand had slipped between the folds of her negligee and had moved up to caress the breast nearest to him.
Instinctively, I reached out and touched Samina's left breast, over her filmy gown. My palm ground her orb sensually and I thought he heard her moan through Mehmood's kiss. Soon, I slipped my hand into the now widening gap in the front of her negligee, separating it more. Both Mehmood, and I, each had a breast in the palm of one hand and Samina was making whimpering sounds that implied she loved it. Mehmood's lips continued to ensure that she couldn't speak as their tongue-on-tongue kiss deepened.
The only sounds in the room were the moans of passion, particularly from Mehmood and Samina, but they were stifled by their lips being so tightly sealed. When at last they broke the kiss, Samina's breathing was heavy with lust. "This bra opens at the front," she said, pausing, her hands down by her side. "Can one of you open it … I want to feel your hands on my bare boobs."
I took the lead and moved my hands to release the clasp between the two cups of Samina's bra. Then I pushed the material off the breast nearest me and my mouth immediately closed over her breast and the tongue went to work around her areole, his teeth myt grazing her nipple to add to the excitement.
Samina's arms lifted from her sides and each hand went to the back of the head nearest, her fingers roaming through our hair, her palms pushing the two heads harder onto her breasts as her moaning became more audible. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Samina was so aroused that her pelvis was now raising itself off the bed, searching for contact. Mehmood spotted it first and his hand moved down, parting her negligee more and stroking his fingers teasingly up from her knee to the top of her thigh, stopping just short of the material at the crotch of her pastel blue panties.
"Touch me!" she said between moans of pleasure. Her body was now writhing with her pelvis constantly moving in search of male contact. Hearing her second plea of "Touch me!" I saw what Mehmood was doing. His left hand went straight to her left leg and his fingers too began teasingly caressing her inner thigh.
"I want someone in me now! Mehmood!" Samina commanded, raising her voice, anxious to appease the sensual desires raging through her whole body.
After, Mehmood, and I, had made several teasing passes, each time stopping just before contact with her mound, at last, one hand didn't stop at the top of her thigh. It carried on between her widely spread thighs to touch the wet material of her silky panties that barely covered her mound. Samina cried out in relief, not caring whose hand, just grateful for the touch. "Uunnnhhhh … yes … oh, yes!"
Mehmoods voice,, muffled by his lips still being connected to her breast, said, "god, she's wet! Samina, you are hot for it!"
"Oh yes … don't tease me! One of you please … I need one of you in me now Mehmood!"
The hand at her crotch briefly kneaded her now engrged clitoral bud through the material of her panties, then left, causing her pelvis to lift up clear of the bed in pursuit. Next, she felt hands at either side of her hips, tugging her panties off.
"Yes … take them off! I want to feel a cock down there!" Samina panted and moaned at the same time.
Slowly, teasingly, the panties were dragged down her legs, over her ankles that temporarily brought her legs together. When the panties were gone, her legs lewdly spread themselves wide apart again and her pelvis lifted up clear of the bed!
There was movement on the bed. Mehmood shifted, getting down between her constantly moving legs, planting soft kisses on her inner thighs as his hand continued to tease her mound. As Mehmood did his thing, I took both of Samina's breasts in my hands and started to massage, knead, bite, kiss, and tease them.
I continued my assault on Samina's breasts, while Mehmood moved his hands to the tops of her thighs to steady her writhing pelvis. Then suddenly, without warning he shoved a finger into Samina's wet pussy, and started finger fucking her, while teasing her clitoris with the thumb.
Samina screamed out in ecstasy as the loving of her body intensified. Mehmood sensed that she was in heat, becoming almost delirious from the desire and arousal caused by the two men. His immediate mission was to bring her to one of her earth-shattering orgasms and quickly, so he gave up the teasing … the pretence of stringing it out.
He used his thumb to make a series of broad sweeps across her clit from bottom to top. These steady strokes brought her to a peak and when Mehmood detected she was ready, he pinched Samina's clitoris, and played with, until her lower body suddenly exploded. That mission was helped along in no small part by mys lips, tongue and teeth at her sensitive nipples.
Samina's gasping breaths, her hurried moans all told the story, but the most obvious sign to Mehmood and I, was her lower body lifting clear off the bed. She was in blissful release and she took Mehmood's han - wedged between her thighs - with her. The spasms rocking her body caused her to twist and writhe her body up and around, but whichever way she went, Samina couldn't shake off the Mehmood, and myself, and we continued our ministrations.
"No … please stop … that's enough … I can't come again." Samina panted, her eyes closed, and legs quivering.
But she was wrong … she could … and she did. Our persistence paid off. Her initial orgasm never quite finished … it just rolled along and in less than a minute, she peaked again, her body going through the same writhing and spasming movements. This time, the we slowy eased up, allowing her to come down gently from her high.
When at last her body settled and she was left with just occasional little throbs from deep inside her cunt, she opened her eyes to gaze down lovingly at the two men. "What happens now?" she asked them dreamily.
Mehmood was first to answer, and he laughed out slowly. "I heard you saying you needed a big cock inside you. Do you still want that now that you've come."
She nodded before her voice said softly and slowly, "Yes … that's what I want! I want yours!"
"Umer" said Mehmood, his head still hovering between her thighs. "You better get that cock of yours down here now … your wife needs to be fucked. But you go first, after I am done with her, she will probably not even feel you in her for a while!" Mehmeed gave gutteral laugh.
I had expected Mehmood to be first to take her, since he had initiated most of the moves so far. So, I was surprised as Mehmood moved aside from between her legs. But what he said made a lot of sense, not only was he about 4 inches longer than me, his cock was at least twice as thick as mine, plus he could go on fucking for eternity, while I would be in a jiffy. Horny as hell and with a solid hard-on, I wasn't about to argue, and moved my body to replace Mehmood's. Raising my up on my hands, above Samina, I nudged my hard cock up against her outer labia lips and felt moving her body sensually beneath him. Despite her two orgasms, she was hot for it. She felt wet, and warm. It had been a while since I had last fucked her, and I let out a soft sigh, it felt so good.
'I hope I can make this last long enough,' I thought 'I'm so turned on, it feels like I'm gonna blow any second.'
I lowered my upper body down and my bare chest made contact with Samina's breasts, my lips gently touched hers and my tongue slipped out to lick her lips. She parted them in response, allowing my tongue into her mouth, kissing mefor the first time since all three of them came to bed. Down below, my cock pushed forward toward her waiting cunt and I felt her inner labia lips around the head of his cock.
As the kiss between Samina and I, intensified in passion, my cock seemed to have a mind of its own, nudging its way into her wet, warm, smooth passage. In little time,I had pushed his cock right up inside her and Samina locked her legs over the backs of my thighs trying to pull me in deeper.
I steeled his mind to try to think of non-sexual things as my cock clicked into gear and began the driving thrusts into Samina's cunt that would all too soon bring me to a cum-spewing climax.
All this time, Mehmood has assumed a position, lying on his side on the edge of the bed, much as I had earlier. He had a good view of us. He gave me a smile and thumbs up, when I looked over at him, as he caressed his erect cock. I felt so envious of him, and in a way hated the fact that I was just a appetizer for Samina, the main course, the steak you may say, was Mehmood.
Soon, Samina and I were now really into it and I was relieved that he had at least made it this far without giving up an early release. Beneath me, Samina moved to match my thrusts, and I had even managed to elicit some fairly loud ohhs and aahhhs from her. This too built his confidence. From the moment that Mehmood had suggested this threesome a few hours ago, I had developed performance anxiety, knowing how Mehmood was not only much better endowed than I was, but was able to delay coming while delivering Samina multiple orgasms.
My mind went back to the task at hand as I ensured my strokes were deep and that my body continued to provide friction above her clitoris. Samina was softly, gasping and panting and moaning and then all of that quickened, pouring from her, telegraphing her pounding release.
"I love you, Umer!" she told me, as her pelvis jerked and spasmed, her eyes looking up into his as he continued to pound his cock into her receptive cunt.
"I love you too Samina," I gasped out as his movements slowed a bit. "Are you having a good time?"
"Yes!" she whispered. "I'm loving this!" She tightened her arms and legs wrapped around his body as a sign of affection.
"Can you think of a better way to spend Saturday afternoon?" I asked her, as I increased my pace, then slowed down again.
"No … none!" she whispered again. Then she closed her eyes to concentrate all feeling at the area within and around her cunt. She tightened her legs around me, and my mouth came down to kiss her again.
I could feel my balls tightening and knew that I couldn't hold back much longer. In desperation, I managed to lift my upper body enough to slip a hand in between our bodies and one of my fingers began playing with her her clit. I heard her sigh at his touch and knew that I just might get her to come again before he blew his load. I could feel my cum on the move and knew that I would only have, at best, a few strokes left. I worked that finger on her clit with fury and was delighted when her breathing quickened, indicating that she was suddenly again very close too. I gave it everything I could with my finger on her clit and my cock driving into her cunt and she rewarded my determination with a shuddering orgasm. My own release matched hers to the second and my chest filled with pride as at having delivered us both, a rewarding joint climax. It had been a long time since that happened.
My body flopped down over Samina's as our breathing went over the next few minutes from quick heavy gasping to eventually settling back into a steady rhythm. When our bodies were again still, I lifted my head to gaze down at Samina's beautiful face. "Happy?"
"Deliriously! I seem to be coming harder today than I ever have … its great!" she told me, clenching the muscles in her cunt on my rapidly deflating cock for effect.
"I'm sure Mehmood's keen to get his big cock into you … are you ready now … or would you like to take a bit of a break?" I asked. Though I knew that the orgams I had just given her was not all my doing, and would probably not have happened, had Mehmood not been there, I was still very happy and proud.
Samina smiled up at me. "I'm ready … now! Bring it on!" She said enthusiastically and I was disappointed to be reminded that I was just have been the warm-up act for the main event.
I lifted my body up and pulled my still dripping cock from Samina clutching cunt. As I fell back down onto my side of the bed, I looked across at Mehmood, whowasting no time, moved swiftly to take his place above Samina. "All yours!" I said with a laugh.
Samina looked up at Mehmood, smiling expectantly. "Do you want me to wipe up?" she said, one hand reaching out for the tissue box on the bedside table.
"Nah I don't care, besides soon you will be filled deeply with mine and that will displace Umer's anyway!" Mehmood laughed as he took up position.
Samina said nothing more, raising her arms out to Mehmood, in a gesture of welcome as she spread her thighs to eagerly accept his legs between hers. With no preliminaries, Mehmood's erect penis entered her. I had a quick glance between Samina's legs and saw the thick cock stretching her labia lips wider. Samina's arms folded around Mehmood's shoulders and the lips of her mouth parted early in anticipation of the kiss that she sensed was coming as Mehmood lowered his face to hers.
There was smouldering passion in their kiss as Mehmood urged the head of his cock into her in brief stabbing thrusts, unable to hold back to offer her foreplay after watching the previous coupling. Samina moved one hand to the back of Mehmood's head, holding him firmly to her as they kissed with passion, while the fingers of her other hand traced their way down his back, softly caressing his muscular frame.
As Mehmood's huge cock progressed into Samina's waiting cunt, making fractional gains with each thrust, she emitted little whimpers from the pleasurable, as she felt at the spreading of her passage. Her eyes rolled over and she once again got that glazed, lost-to-pleasure look that I had not ever been able to get from her. At that moment I felt a pang of envy and hate for Mehmood. I don't think it ever becomes truly easy for a man to accept that he cannot pleasure his wife the way another man can, and now I was as close to that fact as I would ever be.
I had taken up my previous position, on my side, head resting on my hand, intently watching Samina being taken and ravaged by man whom she had sworn would never experience her charms, I could not help but inwardly laugh about how little self-control she had, when it came to sex. 'Good for her!' I thought.
The kiss eventually ended and Mehmood's mouth moved to deliver passionate sensations and love bites to her neck as his monstrous weapon bottomed out inside her cunt, wedged tight. Then, for this couple, the fucking ritual began in earnest. The thrusting of a powerful broad cock into a welcoming wet cunt that delivers such fever and arousal and delight to both parties. This coupling even delivered some delight and arousal to the third party, namely me, as I felt my own cock beginning to grow again watching the intense passion and fire unfolding in the two bodies within touching distance besides me. In a way I felt privileged, but at the same time thought myself as an intruder, someone who should not be there, it was one thing to watch hidden, but to actually be there just did not feel right, at least not the way things had proceeded so far.
I heard Samina's moans and gasps revealing the approach of her fifth orgasm of the afternoon and she lifted her legs around his thighs in anticipation of the imminent release. It came and it exploded through her body, but Mehmood gave her no respite, continuing to plunge his huge cock into her, over and over again. I was amazed at the man's control, and it made me respect him, but also envy him a little more.
Samina lifted her legs higher up his body, her knees gripping the sides of his chest, under his arms, allowing the lips of her cunt to spread more to cope with the thrusts of his gargantuan cock. Now her heels dug into the cheeks of his ass and she was able to use them like a rider on a horse to urge his pelvis to thrust its large appendage into her.
On and on they rode, pounding through yet another release with Mehmood – her sixth for the day. Umer watched his bed mates intently, his own cock now almost fully extended again.
As with her previous sessions with Mehmood, Samina forgot herself in the passion that Mehmood generated within her body. All pretence of holding back her desire for Mehmood's cock so as not to upset me was lost once again, when the first orgasm from Mehmood washed over her. Samina hugged Mehmood, she kissed him, she stuck her tongue in his ear and his mouth, her cunt gripped his cock so hard she worried it might snap or burst open. She was in ecstasy, delighting in the feelings his big cock managed to generate within her body.
Samina was not surprised when her third orgasm in this fucking session with Mehmood blasted through her lower body. Multiple orgasms had just become second nature to her since coupling up with Mehmood. She considered him so good as a lover that he could draw them from her almost at will. She had by now settled her body deep into the centre of the mattress, her body forming a warm pouch into which Mehmood descended powerfully with every thrust. She expected he would be trying to break his own record of six orgasms for her and he was only halfway finished.
So it came as a total surprise to Samina – and in fact to me too – when we heard Mehmood's breathing quickening and his groaning voice saying, "no, my god, not yet! Samina, I'm sorry, I can't stop! I'm sorry, I've got to cum now…"
His voice trailed off, but not his thick cock as Samina's face showed tightly shut eyes, and an open mouth breathing loud, shallow breaths, as she felt the full force of his release. I saw Mehmood speed up his thrusts and the sound of his body slapping against Samina's increased, then, he stopped and gave one deep thrust, his pelvis resting tightly against Samina's as they ground together, I knew he was cumming in her, spurting his sperm in her, to fill all her recesses, shooting through the end of her cunt and into her uterus, the sperm contained within his semen, searching for her eggs, desperate to mate if it were not for her contraception. Those who have not seen what I was just watching can have no idea how erotic, arousing, demeaning, and humiliating it can be all at once!
She let him enjoy every pulsing moment as his cock expelled his life-giving elixir into her body. When he at last lifted his face to look down into hers, she spoke. "That was quick, Mehmood … for you!"
"I am so sorry, Samina … I'm so sorry." Mehmood sounded genuinely apologetic.
"Don't be, I wasn't complaining … I was just surprised. You normally put me through the hoops, pushing me to come again and again." Samina smiled at her lover.
"I know … and that's why I'm so sorry. I feel that I've let you down … you know, as a lover." Mehmood sighed.
"No, that's nonsense. Mehmood, I loved it all, every stroke of that big cock of yours. I felt every stroke and I loved it." Samina tightened her thighs around his hips.
"I'm normally able to keep it up without coming for … I don't know, nearly an hour." Mehmood said defensively.
"Mehmood, get over it … I told you it's quite okay. You still took me to heaven and beyong!" She raised her voice to him, clearly annoyed at his self-analysis.
He ignored her as he continued to search for answers. "I know Samina, but I wish I could have lasted longer! You are so special!”
Samina just smiled at that comment and closed her eyes.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Despite his quicker coming, Mehmood's cock seemed to take ages to deflate. It was some ten minutes after his climax before Mehmood pulled his cock out of Samina's velvety cunt grip. His cum starting to pour from her cunt after his cock's withdrawal was like a cork had just been released from a bottle. Samina lifted up quickly and lifted her body over Mehmood to the floor, then she scampered into the en suite bathroom adjoining the bedroom.

"Are you going to take a shower?" Mehmood called to her from the bed.
"I wasn't going to … why, should I?"
"No Samina, don't get me wrong. I just meant that if you were going to take a shower, Umer and I would come in too." Mehmood laughed.
"I don't think there would be room in this shower for three," she called back.
Samina reappeared and went to the foot of the bed, climbing up to reclaim her space in the middle. On the way, she spotted my cock, standing erect and upright, pointing straight up at the ceiling. "Good grief, are you horny again?" she asked her me
"Never stopped being horny, honey."
"But you came, didn't you?" Samina asked.
"Like gangbusters, Samina. But then I saw you taking Mehmood's cock from up close, and I was big again in a flash." I said devilishly.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to be so in demand. But I can't possibly leave you like that … I'd feel terrible. Come closer." Said Samina as she took hold of my erect penis. Without hesitation, I did as asked and Samina gripped my cock hard and tugged on it.
"Ummmm!" I reacted vocally as she tugged on it and caressed under the head. Suddenly Samina started jerking it, and I let out a more expressive "Aaaagggghhh!" as her fist went up and down over the head and enveloped the shaft. Then suddenly she let for of my cock and lay on top of me, her pelvis raised, and her breasts just barely touching my chest, as she took hold of my cock again and started jerking it. I thrust up and down to match her movements and she smiled at me, kissing me.
"Whoa!" She suddenly let go of my cock, and exclaimed, looking around to see Mehmood kneeling, at her left side.
"I thought you liked your ass being touched now," said Mehmood. “And I think I have an idea!”
"I do … it's okay … you just took me by surprise. It's alright … you can put your finger back there." Samina turned and her hand resumed its gentle enveloping of my cock as she let herself slip down the shaft a little way. "Do you think I'm going to like this idea, Mehmood?"
"I think you will, Samina," Mehmood told her as his finger returned and ever so gently circled her anal ring.
Samina closed her eyes to savour the sensations between on her ass, but she did not let go of my cock which she was now jerking off with varying speeds and grip strengths. "Are you going to tell us, Mehmood?"
"Well, I know that I would love to sink my cock up in here," he said and emphasised here by pushing his finger as gently as he could past her sphincter.
"No way!" she part screamed at him, clenching her ass cheeks, a move that had the unintentional effect of holding his finger tip within her anus.
"I know … I know. Samina, I just said I would like to … but I know that I'm a bit too big for you to take it up in there."
"Thank God you realize that." Samina sighed.
"My idea is for me to.....” Mehmood said nothing more and suddenly Samina let out a squeal.
“Oooohhhh! Mehmood!” Samina cried out, and from the way he was smiling, I knew that Mehmood had probably just shoved a finger all the way in her asshole and was wriggling it around.
So shocked was she, that she let go off my penis, and moved her own butt trying to find a comfortable position, but clearly she was not succeeding, as Mehmood kept his finger in her completely.
I could not help but laugh and Samina glared at me, a kind of whimsical smile pasted on her face. Mehmood had a bemused smirk on his.
"Ohhh Mehmood!” Samina moaned.
Mehmood responded. " Samina, I swear … I never even thought of it until I saw you up there sitting on Umer and I had this overwhelming need to touch your asshole." He smiled again, as Samina stopped moving around, finally getting comfortable with having a finger moving around in her back passage. I imagined that probably felt a lot different than having a penis up there, probably like a work wriggling around randomly.
There was silence and very little movement, Samina just shuffled now and then, before she took hold of my erect cock again and started tugging on it, the motion naturally causing her to move up and down Mehmood's finger.
“Ohhhh Mehmood, that feels sooooo..... “ Samina never completed that sentence, but I could tell she was enjoying herself, as she increased the speed with which she was moving up and down. Occasional shrieks and squeals emanated from her mouth, and those were almost always accompanied by her squeezing my cock a little harder. It was hardly a surprise to me, knowing full well that she enjoyed anal sex, and I was certain that if Mehmood had insisted she would have let him fuck her there too.
"Are you okay, Samina?" Mehmood enquired thoughtfully as he sort of held her suspended above him, driving his finger up into her.
"Yes, Mehmood … I'm good!" Samina told him in between gasps as let go of my cock and started to masturbate, but I pulled her hand aside and did it for her, and immediately she gripped my ready to explode cock again. “Ohhhhh!” Samina moaned.
"Oh fuck, this is great!" I screamed out as I thrust his cock wildly up and down as Samina's fist pumped it hard. It was just a matter of moments now, before I shot my load again. I could sense my ball sack tightening. I increased the pace with which I masturbated Samina.
Samina pumped furiously … eight, perhaps ten more strokes and I was there. Spewing out his cock's creamy contents right up onto Samina's stomach, and chest, as well as my own. Seconds later, Mehmood pushed up his finger one more time, and I noticed that he was masturbating his own hard cock, and just when Samina was about to collapse on top of me, he shot his own load, all over Samina's back and ass.

Samina remained as she was for a while, laying atop me prone, body, her legs still doubled up, her knees alongside his waist. I felt Mehmood cum slide off her ass and onto my scrotum and down it. I looked at her angelic face and saw eyes closed and a look of sheer contentment.
After some minutes, Samina stirred, her dreamy eyes opening to just a squint. She saw me watching her. "Why are you staring at me?" She whispered.
"I am just looking at you with love … and at wonder with how open you have become in your sexual desires. I love you so much and am so happy that you are totally uninhibited now, makes me feel like I am a good husband." My hand reached out to brush her hair – wet with perspiration - off her face. "Sometimes I think I must be dreaming. Can this really be my sweet innocent Samina who until she married me had never even kissed a guy, let alone fuck one? It seems surreal!”
Samina just smiled, and kissed me. “I love you too!” She said simply, and lifted her head up slowly to be able to look down at Mehmood, laying flat out on the bed next to us. Then she turned back toward me. "He's sound asleep, great bed partner he turned out to be."
"You wore him down, Samina. You are truly a remarkable woman." I squeezed her buttocks hard.
She had settled her head back into the pillow of myneck and closed her eyes again as she spoke to me "Do you mind if I stay here like this for a little while. I don't want to wake him up and I am so comfortable." She paused before continuing, "Umer, I love having his big cock in me! Tell me, how does that make you feel? Laying there, looking at your wife knowing that she has been royally fucked by another man!"
"Samina, are you trying to turn me on again?"
"No, Umer. I'm just asking you how you feel. I am trying to understand why you enjoy it so.” Samina said opening her eyes, as she kissed my neck.
"Some other time, Samina. We'll do the psychiatrist thing some other time. Right now, I just want to watch you with love and admiration." I said smiling at her, unable to stop looking at her.
"I'll keep my eyes closed then, your gaze is too probing." Samina giggled as she
More than an hour went by. All three of us slept, even me, as I gave up staring at his wife when I realized that she too had fallen asleep. Having her on top of me was wonderful and I was very happy.
I was first to wake, needing to piss, so I gently rolled Samina off me, getting an “ummm,” from her, got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to relieve myself.
When I returned to the bedroom, he found that the other two were waking up as well . Samina was just lifting herself up, and Mehmood stretched out luxuriously, his cock – flaccid, but even in this state, quite impressive – flopped back across the top of one thigh.
"God, I'm such a mess … I've got cum from you guys everywhere." Samina rolled to the side of the bed and sat on the edge for a moment, looking up at me, as I who stood in the middle of the room. "I know I'm dripping on the sheets, but I don't know if I can stand … my legs are so cramped, I should have straightened them out before I dropped asleep."
"Here, let me help." I stepped forward and slipped one arm under her body and the other around her back. Samina threw one arm around my shoulders, as Ilifted her and carried her to the bathroom, then lowered her gently onto the toilet seat.
"Thanks Umer!" Samina said, and I discreetly turned and left her to complete the necessary clean-up.
I had left the bathroom door slightly ajar, so Samina could hear the Mehmood and I talking, as we discussed our afternoon tryst.
"So how was that for you?" I asked.
"Damn amazing … you have an incredibly sensuous woman, Umer I hope you appreciate her."
"I sure do, more and more everyday. Mehmood, I have to tell you, as much as I am hesitant and somewhat ashamed to admit it … you do bring out the best in her … you and your massive damn cock. She just loves big cock, I have no doubt about that." I said.
"Wasn't she amazing this afternoon I never thought she'd go for that three-way. Wow, she is something else!”
I could only nod in agreement, and there really was nothing more to be said so we just made small talk.
Most of the intense sexual cravings had been fulfilled and we took turns showering. Samina put her panties back on but went bra-less to continue to titillate Mehmood and me. Mehmood and I both donned just tour boxers and all of us adjourned to the kitchen, where Samina used her culinary skills to whip up an impromptu dinner and we managed to nearly get through two bottles of wine.
With their sexual and food appetites satiated, we just about able to just talk and laugh together, and we talked the way we did in days before Mehmood's became a widower. Despite the fact that wewere all still near naked, nobody was anxious to rush up to the bedroom for another fucking session. Around 8.30pm, Mehmood suggested that it might be time for him to go. Samina and I, genuinely implored him to stay, saying what a good time they were having.
"I do have a date tomorrow, so I need to get a good night's sleep … and be reasonably sober for Diana." Mehmood said seriously.
I leaned across the table, directing my comments to Mehmood. "Please don't go yet! Look Mehmood, I might be out of turn here with Samina. But I want you two to have one last fuck together. Just the two of you, without me watching or listening, I'll stay down here. If something serious develops between you and Diana, you will not be able to get with Samina again!"
"No Umer, it's okay. We had a great time this afternoon, but I can't keep imposing on you two. Samina is your wife and I must respect that. We've had a great couple of weeks and I'll never forget it. You two have both rightly suggested that I should move on … and with any luck tomorrow with Diana, I will. But I hope Samina will continue to enjoy all the freedom you have given her."
"Mehmood, I insist, just one great final fuck with no spectator." I turned from Mehmood to Samina. "I'm sorry, honey, I should have asked you first before I offered him your body again. Will it be okay with you?"
Samina smiled broadly. "Sure ,I'd love it!" Then she too turned to Mehmood. "Come on Mehmood, how about it, you won't get too many offers like this?" Samina laughed.
Mehmood looked from me to Samina and, finally settled on me. "Are you really sure, Umer? I feel like I've already taken more than you intended. Like my coming around through the week when you were at work, that wasn't very nice of me."
"It all turned out okay though Mehmood, I got my kicks on the phone, didn't I? And the most important thing is that Samina enjoyed herself, that is all that matters to me." I said,
Next Mehmood turned to Samina. "Do you think you're up to it? Not too tired babe?"
Samina's smiled. "Ooh, just a bit … that's alright, I can handle it."
Mehmood stood up and we could see that despite his verbal hesitation, he really did physically want it. His boxers were tented out yet again with his huge erection.
"So that would be a yes?" said Samina with her infectious giggle, as she pointed at the tent in his boxers.
"Definitely!" said Mehmood, and he took Samina's hand, standing her up.
Samina turned and stepped to where I was sitting. "Thank you, my love!" She gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and turned to take Mehmood's hand and they disappeared through the door, heading upstairs to what would be their final rendezvous, as far as they knew.
In the kitchen, I poured himself another glass of wine, nearly finishing the bottle. For a moment, I seriously contemplated going back on my word and following them upstairs to watch. I was so tempted. But then I picked up his glass and walked into the living room, put a CD on and relaxed in a chair to soak up some music as I closed my eyes lay back on the couch.I was content to know that Samina would tell me everything that happened. And of course she did. And as always I recount what she told me below.
In the bedroom, Samina saw the remnants of the afternoon session with dried cum stains all over the sheet. "Mehmood, we can't lay on that," she told him as she reached the edge of the bed. She grabbed the top sheet and pulled it over the bottom sheet to give them somewhere comfortable to lay. Then she turned and held out her arms to him, beckoning. "Just us now, loverboy! Alone at last!" She laughed at Mehmood.
Mehmood, stepped forward into her embrace and his arms folded around her, one hand dropping to her ass to press her lower body up against his raging hard-on. "But Umer also wasn't here when we did it earlier this week."
"No, but he had been on the phone when we started … and I felt his presence while we were doing it."
"Do you feel bad about it? I mean about leaving him downstairs while we're up here? If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this, Samina." Mehmood told her.
"I want to … I really do. As Umer said, this is our last time together. Come on, just kiss me and I'll be alright." Samina giggled and hugged Mehmood hard.
He did and the kiss was filled with passion, his tongue slipping between her parted lips to clash with her tongue, then their mouths twisting around, pressing tightly, their tongues delivering those erotic sensations. Her nails raked his back as her internal flame ignited and she moved her legs apart, standing up on her toes and pressed her mound forward at him, managing to ensnare his horizontal erection beneath her crotch.
"Mmmmm!" Samina muffled sigh from behind their long kiss made it clear, that she was happy now, content that she could feel his thick organ trapped between the tops of her thighs. But the moment was only brief.
Mehmood turned them around so that the backs of his knees brushed the bed, and he sat down on the edge, leaving her standing in front of him. His mouth moved forward and captured one nipple and his tongue laved it furiously. His hands went to the elastic band of her panties and he pulled them down her legs.
When she kicked her feet free of her panties, she spread them and shuffled forward to get her breasts closer to his mouth, her thighs on the outside of his knees. Mehmood licked and sucked each nipple, arousing her with his talented mouth and lips. Her hands were busy, combing through his hair, hugging his head firmly to her chest.
She felt his fingers suddenly caressing her at the top of her spread thighs and she signalled her response verbally. "Yes … touch me in there … please!"
His fingers did as she bid and caressed their way up to her mound, sliding along her moistening labia lips, then pausing to encourage her clitoris to emerge from its hiding place. Her clit erecting, his finger scooped up some of her juice from her cunt entrance and returned to swirl around her clit, eliciting a strangled sound from Samina … "Unnnhhhh!"
Around and around, his finger aroused her maddeningly and her legs buckled as her body responded to both the digit on her clit and his lips and tongue on her nipples. "No … not this way, Mehmood … please!"