Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He ignored her plea and his finger continued to ravage her clit, bringing her closer and closer. She tried to pull back away from his probing finger, but his other hand was around her ass, holding her firm, his middle finger wedged in the cleavage formed by her cheeks, its tip resting on her anus. She was held captive to his digital arousal and her body responded where her mind was reluctant.

With a flurry of gasping fast breaths, followed by a moaning shriek, Samina signalled her latest orgasm as her hips jerked furiously and her thighs tried to clamp together to hold his finger steady while her legs shook. His finger on her clit stilled to allow her to appreciate the release, but his mouth at her nipples maintained its furious assault unabated.
When her climax was through, she pulled her body back away, the only way she could stop his plundering of her breasts.
"Why didn't you want to come that way?" Mehmood asked her.
"I didn't want to come standing up, and its not quite the same with a finger, I prefer Umer's tongue or a cock, a big thick one like yours, of course." Samina said, as she caught her breath.
"OK Samina!" Mehmood laughed. "Sit on me, Samina," Mehmood said to her, as he placed a hand behind one thigh, encouraging her to bring her leg up on the bed. She did and he pushed her foot around behind himself, then grabbed the other thigh, one hand under her ass to hold her up while her second foot left the floor. The second foot was pushed around his back on the other side, the soles touching behind his ass.
Mehmood still sat on the edge of the bed, Samina sitting on his thighs, facing him. Her arms were around his neck, her legs wrapped around his body, her feet behind his ass, his erection standing up vertically between their bodies. His hands caressed their way down her back and his face came forward and he kissed her again with passion.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned when the kiss ended. His hands had found their way down her back to her ass and he scooped under her and lifted her body up, bringing her closer to him and raising her until her spread cunt lips were hovering just above his broad erection.
Holding her up above him with both hands, he had difficulty guiding his cock into her cunt. "You might have to help me," he said.
Samina understood and took an arm from around his neck, her hand dropping down between them and she took hold of his thick cock. She steered it into the opening in her nether lips, sliding it up and down twice, smothering the head with her juices until nestling the head right at the opening of her cunt.
"Now!" was all she said and he responded by dropping her body so that her most intimate passage slithered down over his thick cock head. Her cunt had become so accustomed to his girth that she managed to get all of it inside her in just two moves this time. When he was wedged fully in place, she leaned back and stared into his eyes. "I suppose I've got to do most of the work in this position."
"Are you complaining?"
She closed her eyes, savouring the tight full feeling of his cock inside her. "Never … not where your cock is concerned," and she braced her arms around his neck for support and pushed her body upward, causing his cock to almost slide out of her. A long pause with only his cock head just inside her cunt, then she let her body fall and his cock plowed back into her fully, causing her to expel a huge breath of air.
So this became the pattern as she controlled their pleasure, working her thighs and her arms powerfully to raise and lower her body over his prominent shaft. With her track record in recent weeks, it was no surprise to either of them when her heavy breathing and loud gasping forecast an impending orgasm that rolled over her body like she had been dumped by a large wave in the surf.
They rested until she was ready to resume her strenuous efforts, then the rhythm picked up again, the pace gradually building as she headed for another orgasm. She controlled all the movements while he sat passively, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass, several fingers buried deep in the cleavage between her cheeks.
Neither of them was in a hurry, just savouring every erotic sensation they could draw from two bodies that at last fit perfectly together. It took probably ten minutes getting to her second orgasm. This one took a lot out of her and as she rested, his cock wedged deep inside her, she told him, "I love this position, but I'm running out of energy."
"No problem babe!" Mehmood held onto her body tightly and somehow rolled over to his right, taking her with him, so that she ended up in a now all too familiar position … on her back in this bed, underneath Mehmood.
Her bottom rested on the edge of the bed, her legs still locked around his ass. His feet found the floor and he used them as leverage as he took over their last fornication together. Mehmood was proud that he had his willpower and control back and he proceeded to give Samina one of their best rides yet.
He was unrelenting, driving his cock into her cunt again and again, powerful strokes that would leave her sore like she had been after the first night he had fucked her in this bed. It was to be another marathon performance, lasting nearly an hour. They never knew it, but twice I crept up the stairs silently, just to check that they were still at it. Each time, he left them alone to enjoy their last time together.
They gave up counting how many times she came, because this time there were some mini orgasms that rolled on after the major hits … something like after-shocks from an earthquake. After they had been constantly at it for nearly an hour without him coming, Mehmood sensed that he would not be able to hold on much longer. "I'm gonna cum, Samina!"
"Not without me, I hope," she answered, working the muscles in her groin, striving to achieve one more in this session.
Together, their bodies reacted to each other, Mehmood dipped his head to kiss her passionately, trying everything he could think of to help her come with him. The seconds ticked by, Mehmood felt his balls releasing their latest production. "Better be soon, babe … I can't hold this back."
Mehmood pounded his cock deep into her cunt … and then it hit … his cock spurting his cum deep into Samina … her body responding just in time with her final major. The relief was evident on her face as she smiled up at him amid the gasps and moans of another fabulous finish. Looking up at him, in his face Samina saw the ecstasy of a man totally happy and content with what he had just been through.
Neither wanted to end it and they somehow managed to twist their bodies so that they could lie on the bed, entwined together … legs, arms and torso. It was that way that they would slumber for perhaps another hour.
It was in that second hour that I twice more crept up the stairs to check on their progress. But each time, I chose to leave them alone, allowing them both to come down peacefully from the final chapter in their affair. I knew that I would have plenty of opportunities to watch Samina with other men, plus I felt like I would be intruding on her. She had not asked me to come watch, in fact I had voluntarily offered to give them time alone, sneaking up now would not only be wrong, it would be betrayal of a promise. So after I had tired of listening to music, I switched the TV on to catch up with some Saturday night sports. I was determined that I would leave them to alone, for as long as they wanted.
"Hey Umer,” Mehmood's voice startled me as I watched a basketball game and I spun around to see him dressed as he had been when they played golf so many hours ago.
"Hi Mehmood … how did it go?"
"Sensational Umer, you are a truly good friend. I couldn't ask for a more generous friend. To think that you would give your wife to me so unselfishly." Mehmoods voice told me he was being sincere.
I rose, and Mehmood came forward and threw his arms around me in a big bear hug. The kind that Pakistani men give their good friends. "I have just had the best time,man, tonight was special,and this afternoon,hell, that double teaming fuck,wow! But, not just tonight and today, every other time I have been with her has been something else. I now feel reborn." Mehmood shook my hand as he let got of the hug.
"It's been my pleasure to help out a friend … you were pretty low there a few weeks ago. I just hope you will keep all this to yourself. Samina was and still is quite afraid if word getting around, and frankly so am I a little." I said.
"Yeah Umer, I know I was … but Samina and yourself have managed to lift me out of it. I couldn't have done it without you two. And you don't have to worry, your secret is safe with me. Samina is too special a person and I would never do anything that could hurt her, or cause her embarassment."
"Thanks a lot Mehmood, I know you are trustworthy, I told Samina that and I think she believed it too, otherwise none of this would have happened." I said.
"We had a real workout tonight … she told me she's now pretty sore down there … you know, in her cunt. I'm so sorry if I've put her out of action for a few days. I hope you'll forgive me. But I have thanked her just the way I have you, and really it has been a real pleasure." Mehmood said sincerely.
"Don't worry about it, Mehmood, I'll cope. As long as Samina is happy and satisfied that is all the counts and matters." I did not point out that my tongue would probably be put to good use as soon as I went to the bedroom.
"Well buddy, I guess I'll see you for golf next Saturday." Mehmood started for the front door, but he stopped and paused. "Thanks again for everything. But I think I need to find myself a woman who will be mine.”
With that, Mehmood left. I slowly climbed the stairs and went into his bedroom where Samina lay curled up on my side of the bed, facing away from me. It was a warm night and there was no top sheet over her, she was still laying on it to avoid the dried cum stains on the bed sheet from earlier. I lay down behind her and spooned his body with hers and she pushed back into him and emitted a contented sigh. Soon, just as I had thought, my tongue was back where it belonged, between Samina's legs, giving her a soothing massage and tasting her sex mixed with of Mehmood's. I did not even give that second thought any more.
Mehmood was as good as his word, he never again even suggested that he might fuck Samina, and he never did. As for his new romance, love did blossom for him, but not with Diana, he met a lovely recent divorcee named Kavita, and after dating her for a few months, they moved in together. A few years after that, in a quiet civil ceremony they got married and have been together since.
As you can see Samina's horizons were enlarging and her boundaries were spreading. Mehmood was just another cog in the wheel. The next lover, took things along even more, in a way. Also from now on, you will note that more and more of the narrative will take the form of me reproducing what Samina told as more often than not, I was not there to witness events first hand. Still, do not despair, or feel sorry for me, as I am the happiest husband in the world, and would not change anything for all the tea in china!
But things were still continuing to evolve and develop. After Mehmood Samina seemed to get into a slump or sorts. She seemed to have lost interest in pursuing another man, at least for a while yet. I think she was still trying to take stock of all that had happened with Mehmood, and what it meant for her. When I asked her about it, she said that she needed to slow things down a little just to keep her sanity. I think it was more than that, I think he reactions to Mehmood scared her, and she wanted to recover from that, also she threw herself into work taking on several large projects, leaving her with very little spare time.
Then I realized that perhaps I would have to do something to get her back on track. Perhaps that is what she was waiting for. To have me reaffirm everything and let her get back to the job of being sexually ravished by big-cocked men. I suppose its not easy for a woman who loves her husband and yet be so willing to be taken by other men. She did admit that it was all very confusing for her and she needed time to adjust. That was the result of those few brief weeks with Mehmood. None of her other lovers had that kind of an effect. It was as if she had taken 5 steps forward, but 7 back.
Unfortunately our own sex life had also dropped off precipitously. For me somehow it was not the same. I had so much wanted her to fuck other men, that it was almost anti-climactic now that she was not doing it. I cannot explain my feelings, but while we made love, Samina tried half-heartedly to bring some passion back into it, the way it used to be before, but we both knew that was just not possible anymore. Her disappointed reactions and looks always spoke the same story. She needed another man with a a bigger cock to fuck in order to be truly pleasured. In a way I think that realization but not wanting to do anything more about it, may have started to have a negative impact on our marriage. The genie was out of the bottle, and there was no way to put it back. Plus we had both agreed earlier, that even as our lust and sex life was not the same as before, our psychological and mental connection had grown stronger by leaps and bounds since she had started fucking other men, now I believed that was in danger too.
Not many husbands would be keen to go looking for other men to fuck their wives, but then I am not like your average husband. I could not wait for Samina to be with yet another man, and when she seemed reluctant to go find one, I decided I would find one for her. I thought it my duty to my lovely wife, and the best possible way I could show her I loved her. So, it seemed that my involvement in finding lovers for her, or convincing her to sleep with someone was not quite over yet. Samina still required my approval for some reason, like I said, she still needed reaffirmation!
One day, we were in the park, enjoying a gloriously sunny and mild day. The kind where you don't want to be indoors at all. We lay side by side on a beach rug, under an open umbrella. Samina was reading a book, and sipping some white wine, while I did some work on my laptop, and drank some beer, not being particularly fond of white wine. Eventually, we just gave up reading and working and fell asleep for a bit. After waking up, we lay there for a little while longer, but eventually got up and straightened ourselves out.
As we did, we noticed a guy who had been lying on his own rug a few yards from away under a tree, was eyeing us intently. I thought that was hardly surprising given that Samina looked smashing in her new bikini. It was one of those really tiny ones that left even less to the imagination than a typical bikini did. Our car was parked some distance away, but we had to walk by the man in order to get to it. As we started in his direction, he flushed and started to turn away to go, but then hesitated, looked at Samina and said as we got closer, he whistled and said, “lovely lady!”
Samina smiled at him. "Thank you," she said, and he smiled again and winked at Samina.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but a little later, when were are home a naughty thought occurred to me, and I asked Samina, "Would you have let him fuck you if I had asked you to?"
“Who?” Samina asked pouring herself a glass of wated.
“They guy at the beach.” I said.
Samina laughed. "Yes. Of course I would! He was so good looking and did you see how well he filled out that tight swim trunk he was wearing. I mean that looked really nice, looks like he really packs a punch down there, unlike some others I know.” She looked very pointedly at my crotch and snickered.
I didn't say anything for a while, but realized that Samina had said almost exactly what I had thought and hoped she would. In fact she had confirmed my suspicion that she was looking for some kind of affirmation from me.
“Alas mother nature has not been kind to all of us!” I laughed back at her finally.
“I'll say!” Samina snickered again, and gently squeezed my crotch. “So you wanted him to fuck me?” She asked.
"Yes," I answered. "I wanted to see him fuck you. Sweetie you deserve it, you need it. Lets both accept that fact as reality and stop beating around the bush about it. I think that much is apparent!”
"I know," Samina answered. "I will. Make me do it. I want to do more. I want to do it for us, I know we both need it! But I right now, I need your support to do it! You know I cannot tell you how guilty and bad I feel about the way I was with Mehmood. It made me realize that I have become a slut. A big cock loving slut, and I am not sure I like that."
“Why not Samina? I don't think there is absolutely anything wrong with being so sexually uninhibited. In fact I think its damned sexy and beautiful. I love you very much and I love the fact that you are that way.” I said to Samina, and she nodded with a smile.
“I am glad you feel that way Umer, and I love you all the more for it, but still... sometimes I can't help but wonder if we are doing the right thing.” Samina was very serious.
“And is this one of those time? Is this why you have been so listless and quiet these past few days?” I asked my lovely wife.
“Yes I guess so.” Samina nodded softly, a distant look in her eyes.
I understood exactly where she was coming from. Like it or not, the lifestyle was diametrically opposed to the everything she had been exposed to, and brought up to believe was right and proper. And no matter how open minded she might be, inevitably it was difficult to put aside completely, years of training and cultural conditioning. That kind of thing takes a lot of time. As I have said before, we all have walls that we hide behind, too keep ourselves in check. Most of Samina's walls had been knocked down completely, and the last few (the ones that are the hardest to knock down), had at least had many large holes blasted in them. But what remained was giving her the guilt.
I smiled comfortingly at Samina and hugged her tight. She kissed me and sobbed a little. Clearly this was a woman in turmoil. I could not think of what else to say, so just hugged her hard and rocked her gently, which was exactly what she needed at the time.
“Samina,” I said softly as I held her tight. “I will always love you and I want you to be happy. So no matter what you decide to do from now on, please do not think of how I will react, do what makes you happy, secure in the knowledge that is what will make me happy too.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Of course that was not quite the truth, I knew I would be very disappointed, and a fair but unhappy if Samina decided to stop fucking other men, but I could not tell her that at that time, it would only put more pressure on her. Besides I was sure she knew how I really felt, and my stating it would serve no purpose. I had long since realized that no matter how many men Samina spread her legs for I wouldn't lose her for it. Samina knew that too, she was just undergoing a little remorse, brought about by her upbringing. I was sure that too would soon pass, and of course it did, with a little help from me, her proud cuckold!

You can see, all these years later we're still together, still just as much in love, and even more extreme in our tastes and sexual encounters. Samina was right on that day – she would do anything for a guy with a big cock– and over the years we've tested the edge of what is possible, what is acceptable, what is tolerable, for both her and for me, because I've learned that such acts involve both of us, at least mentally if not physically. For although Samina is the one who submits sexually. Whatever she thought of, as a way of showing her willingness to do anything for any man she was with, I knew, that I had to accept it too, and understand that Samina wanted and needed to perform these acts of sexual submission, and that having other men fuck her was as much a part of her sexuality, and mine. And for me it came a lot easier that one would have imagined.
Samina has never balked, or even hesitated, at anything a lover has ever asked her to do, at any sexual act, with anyone she has submitted to, and there have been many many lovers by now, number well into the high dozens. And I've never balked either, at letting her, at wanting her to do it, at loving her for it. I think that is what has kept us so strong as couple, the shared desires, experiences, and mutual support.
Would it have been this way if Samina had not on her own taken the first big step? Would it have been this way, if I had talked or forced her into the lifestyle? We have wondered about that many times, and we agree that we just don't know. But we also agree that we are glad that things happened the way they did, happy that it's the way we continued to show our love for each other – me by letting Samina perform increasingly extreme sexual acts with others, and Samina by submitting willingly and happily to them, sometimes in front of me, other times (and increasingly so) on her own. Others may not understand it, but it has worked for us our whole lives. So why change now? Not that we could even if we wanted to, but that is a story in itself, and I will relate to you in due course.
"I know. I think he wants to fuck me." Samina said one day, as we drank some cognac on the deck, after an early dinner, watching a lovely late summer sunset.
I was instantly hot, and followed up by asking, "would you want to do it?"
Samina giggled and wiggled off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering." But she hadn't denied that she would want to, I was relieved. But it was not all that surprising. Samina had become her usual cheerful self over the past few weeks, her doubts had dwindled, and she was laughing again. I knew it was just a matter of time before she was ready to get back on the saddle.
I was not surprised at my own reaction, but I was also nearly ready to explode with the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom, and I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "you do want to do it don't you?"
"Would you want me to?" Samina looked at me with smile. “Don't answer that, I know you do!”
I laughed. “You know me so well!”
Who is Tom you ask? Well Tom is the guy we met at the park all those weeks ago. We had gone back to the park several more times, and run into him again. And while I kept just a friendly distance from him, Samina started to flirt with him and soon they had exchanged phone numbers. One days, Samina had gone to the park alone, and they had spent the day together, exchanging lots of kisses and making out. Tom had asked her point blank about me, and Samina had told him the truth about our relationship. Fortunately Tom did not have a problem with that. You will be surprised how many men had had problems with Samina being married and sleeping around.
But alas, work and life schedules did make things easy. As much as Samina wanted to be with Tom, and as much as I wanted her to be with him, we just could not swing the right time. Eventually, couple of weeks later we were again out at the park, which, and Samina made sure to invite Tom. Having seen him look at Samina, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At this outing, once again, Tom's attentions amounted to a little more than the usual casual flirting. And I noticed that Samina was allowing a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still relaxed – not explicit enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I noticed the difference – a little more tension, a touch more acceptance, a lot more touching of her thighs, butt and chest by Tom. I took it all in stride, giving them their space by setting up my own blanket and umbrella some distance away from theirs. From that vantage point, I just enjoyed the show of Samina and Tom flirting. I was glad to see that my presence there did not distract them, in fact neither of them really seemed to care that I was watching, and not once did they bother looking my way.
About half way through the afternoon, I caught Samina looking over at me and then glancing away right after she had been looking at Tom, talking and laughing with him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's hot for sex. A little later Tom whispered something in her ear, making her giggle, and I noticed that his fingers were caressing the crotch of Samina's tiny orange bikini panties. I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal: slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her bikini top, a little more laughter than usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me.
But that was it. Nothing more happened. We went home and got into bed. It was very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the light. Usually Samina fades after midnight, so I just snuggled her. After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk – a shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I'd love to make out tonight!” Samina laughed. “Interested?”
Of course I was, and immediately got on top of her and we started kissing. We kissed long and hard, followed by a long session of my caressing Samina's body, she was purring with pleasure. Then I separated her legs, and started kissing her cleavage, working my way down to her crotch. to lick her opening. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery she was as I put my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a little noisier about it. I suspected that her heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the time with Tom, of course, but instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.
I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open.
"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping hole, which was so wet I could feel her juices running down her inner thighs and into her anus.
"Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in. I want you to fuck me tonight Umer!"
"Not yet." I wanted her to ache for it – I had an idea. She tossed her head again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris. I was determined to keep myself in check, and not ejaculate.
"Oh, God," she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in – she was as hot as I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also knew she was hot because of Tom as much as me. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions.
"You want it in you?" I asked again.
"Yes, put it in," she said, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips, almost imperceptibly, to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle so that instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery parted lips and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready, and so was I. I suppose not having had a big one for so long, she was just ready for anything now.
"Before I put it in, you'll answer one question for me. And you have to be completely honest. Okay?"
" What?" Her question had been a bark; she was writhing under me now, over the edge, not just wanting it, but needing it, and she was impatient to be fucked...
"You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate for an instant we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that – I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the top by now, and I was pretty sure she would answer anything I asked her, and do it truthfully, without thinking, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "You'll tell the truth, no matter what I ask?"
"Yes! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded almost desperate, and her body said that too – she was as hot as I had ever felt her, sopping wet between her legs, out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled.
"You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock over the entrance to her vagina again, holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but this time I let just part of the crown separate her labia and I rocked her a little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, before backing off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her body.
"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
"Ready for your question?"
"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer, it was a plea – she was aching for it now.
"Answer instantly?"
"Yeees."
"You want to be fucked now?"
"Yeees!"
"You want a cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
"You want Tom's cock in you, right, not mine?"
"Yeees! Oh god yes!" Samina panted.
A jolt surged through me – I wasn't entirely sure she had heard and understood the question, but if she had I might have what I wanted. I put the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening and started to slide it in, but again tipped it so the stroke was external, sliding along her sopping slit, her clitoris a hard, wet bump. Samina bucked and writhed in obvious frustration and desire.
"Put it in, put it in!" It was an almost desperate complaint, and Samin rolled her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she could drive up on my shaft herself, but I took my penis in my hand again to guard against her getting it in.
"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want inside you?"
"Yeees." Samina was breathless.
"You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him?
"Yeees. I can't help it." Samina moaned.
I could tell she was telling the truth. "Yes, I think so, too. You want to do it?" She was bucking under me so hard now that my penis was sliding along her clitoris every time she lifted her hips, and I was afraid she's cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her vagina, and matched her strokes, pulling back every time she thrust up so that she couldn't get it in, and I held her wrists over her head so she could reach down and do it herself. "I think I want you to fuck Tom if you get this hot for it. Will you?"
"If you want me to." She accepted it so easily.
"I do. Will you do it?"
"Yes, I'll do it." She bucked again.
"When?"
"Whenever you want me to." Gasping now, she continued to grind her hips up, sensing that now that her secret was out she would get what she needed. That was it, the spell was broken. The final step had been taken, and she was no longer imprisoned by thoughts or doubts about what might be right or wrong.
And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, desire mixed with relief. I pounded her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened state of arousal.
“Is it in completely?” Samina asked breathlessly, as I pounded her.
"Yes!" I replied, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Oh!” Samina sounded disappointed, as she gripped my ass and pulled it towards here, almost is if that would make me penetrate her deeper. “Deeper, deeper!” She moaned, her voice dripping with frustration, as I slammed my groin against hers.
Then all too soon, I went rigid.
“No, no, no, don't......” Samina cried out, but I could not stop myself. I felt my cock spurt and start to go soft in a matter of moments, even as I kept thrusting away, hoping Samina would feel something.
“It's okay Umer, you can stop now, I know you are totally flaccid!” Samina said derisively.
Ashamedly, I looked at her, and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing normal, and a look of disappointment on her face.
“I am sorry Samina,” I said,
“It's okay Umer, you can't help it. Just drop it now.” Samina said softly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I got off her and lay by her side, caressing her inner thighs, mons, and abdomen. We lay there silently in the dark room, and soon I heard Samina's soft snores.

The next morning we said nothing about it, but that evening I broached it again, saying, "You ready for the thing with Tom on Saturday?
"Maybe.” Samina said noncommittally. “I am not sure.”
I found myself really disappointed in her answer, and frustrated, realizing now how much I wanted to see another man fuck her. I was sure that my performance (or lack thereof) in bed the night before, would be enough to get her jump straight into bed with Tom. But I kept quiet and did not push matters any further. Things continued that way for the rest of the week, but I noticed that Samina was getting the listless, antsy way about her again. I tried to make up for my disappointing performance by giving her long massages, and lots of oral sex, and while that did seem to help matters a little, it was not enough. After all, as she has since told me on many an occasion, nothing can match a good, hard, fucking from a big, thick, lovely cock!
Finally Saturday arrived. We had made plans to go out again, and Samina had made the arrangements. I was interested that she had chosen to go to dinner and a new jazz club and she casually mentioned that she had invited Tom to join us. Her choice of the place suggested that she was hoping something would happen – it was a kind of funky blues joint. At least that's what I hoped. And I knew I would try to find a way to get her to fuck Tom that night if I could. I just didn't know how.
On the way to dinner I introduced the topic again. "You were sure hot for it last Saturday while we were fucking, while we were talking about Tom."
"It was nice," was all she said with a smile, as she straightened her skirt.
She didn't look at me as the car moved through traffic, but just stared out the window. She shifted her legs, crossing her left over her right and tugging down on her skirt. She had dressed nicely, in a skirt and blouse. I had also noticed that she had put on a camisole instead of a bra, and it showed, since you could just see the outline of her nipples under the silk blouse, and her breasts jiggled just a little. And both the camisole and the blouse were a little loose at the top – if she leaned forward you could see all the way to her nipples, and I had seen as I had held the car door for her that they were erect, and not because of the temperature – it was warm out.
I had also seen her put on thong panties. She looked nice under her skirt. She had on heels too. She was a drop-dead knockout, dressed to the nines and cock bait for sure – not slutty, but definitely looking on the make. She wasn't acting like she was hot for me right now, though; she wasn't talking and looked determinedly out the window.
"Tom will be there again tonight," I offered, trying to steer the conversation toward what I was hoping for, I wanted to know if she would do it, or else learn unambiguously that it wasn't going to happen tonight – either way I'd know how to act. No answer. But I could see her nipples were still hard. Was she a little flushed? I let it go. But by then, I was sure she was just toying with me, teasing me. Tom would be enjoying her charms before the night was out, and if I was lucky, I might get to watch.
When we got to the joint, it was already fairly crowded, and Tom was already there. We also saw some friends, and they waved us over to the two tables they had pulled together. We introduced Tom as a friend of ours, whom we had taken out for the night. The band was just setting up and we sat down to order drinks and dinner. Tom was across the table from us, one person to Samina's right. I was on Samina's left. She said hello to him, but then started a conversation with one of the women across from me. She ignored Tom entirely. Too much, I thought; she was trying too hard. It was the first sign that she might go for it. The band started to warm up. Tom didn't know the others well, but was talking to the woman on his left. But he would occasionally glance sideways at Samina. I knew she was putting on her hard to get act, leading Tom into believing that she was interested, and them bam, when he would least expect it, she would be his, she loved playing games.
It took a while, but after dinner and a couple of drinks, and a little over an hour and a half, there was a break in the set and conversation picked up. Samina still didn't talk to Tom, or even look over at him. A couple of the women got up to go to the bathroom and Samina went with them. Three of the guys went to the bar for another round of drinks for everybody, and Bill and his wife went to check with their baby-sitter. Tom and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was going to do.
"Do you like Samina?" I asked him pointedly.
"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun." Tom said, but I could tell he was more than a little flustered and confused by Samina. On the one hand she seemed to be coming on to him in the park, making out with him, letting him feel her up, but since that afternoon, she seemed to be giving him a bit of the cold shoulder. I could not blame the poor fellow for feeling confused and bewildered.
"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for you?" Tom rocked back a little in his chair and looked wary.
"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. Classy lady." He looked right at me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too deliberate. He wanted her.
"You should see her in bed," I offered.
"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go there!" His laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced, a tad too nervous. He picked up his beer to take a gulp, but it was empty. He put it down and stared at it.
"Why not go there?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having Samina in bed."
"Whoa! Of course I have, I would love to, but I don't think she want it!" He tried to take another drink from his empty glass. Nervous for sure.
"I doubt if that's true, Tom, and I'm not sure she does. But you have to understand that with her friends around, she has to keep things cool and not overt.” I said by way of explanation/
Tom jolted back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, sure, I guess," he stammered, then quietly said, “she's a hot lady, anyone would want her. Look at her, I mean....” Tom was talking more to himself than to me.
I smiled at him. I didn't want to spook him. He relaxed a little. I picked up my beer and gestured toward Tom as if offering a toast. "To liking Samina," I said, and laughed.
He had no choice, of course, except to raise his glass and answer, "To Samina." But his was still empty – he had forgotten! I could not help but laugh at that a little.
"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our glasses down. I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a joke. I looked up at Tom and held the gaze. I made my decision. "How about I invite you over to our house after this to fuck her?"
He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never do that. No way! Jeez! What would Samina say if she heard you say that? No way, man! How can you even say that, when she does not want it?” Tom sounded shocked.
“Look Tom, Samina wants to let you fuck her. We talked about it all week." I explained, and Tom's mouth dropped open.
Now it was out; no matter what happened next I had said it to Tom. He sat there with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his face, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you want to fuck her," I continued. I might as well do it now. "She wants you to fuck her. And I'd like to have you fuck her. She will let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it. Really. And I want to watch you do it to her."
I realized that I was on a slippery slope here, as my plans could be very well be ruining Samina's plans for the evening. But I was getting impatient, and wanted things to move along. Samina's hard-to-get act had run its course as far as I was concerned, and it was my turn to speed things along.
Nothing from Tom. His face was frozen in utter shock; he didn't move. I saw the guys coming back from getting the drinks carrying several each, and the couple with the baby-sitter was on the move from the phone. Before everyone reached the table I had to close this out, lock it down, do something to create the next step. "Stick around late with us tonight. No pressure. And I promise, Samina wants it very much!" And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as people started sitting down at the table. The women weren't back yet from the bathroom.
I passed the three of them, including Samina, just as they came out of the ladies' room, and Samina looked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face; I smiled at her. I went into a stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss, just to think. I was so hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it so it didn't bind and pinch. Even just handling it made me realize how close to cumming I was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might be more tonight and I wanted to keep myself at the edge. I needed to communicate privately with Samina, to let her know what I had done, she had to know. I took out a business card from my wallet – it was all I had to write on – and wrote a note on the back of it: "I asked Tom if he wanted to fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to do it. He'll stay late with us. What do you think?”
When I got back to the table the women had returned. Tom still looked a little shocked, but had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And Samina was talking to him – small talk, nothing overt. Tom was really keyed up, I could tell. He looked up at me as I approached the table and then glanced over at Samina. It was involuntary – he couldn't help himself. As he realized that he had looked over at her, he blushed and turned away, then looked down, then up at me quickly, then down at his beer. He took a sip, and his hand was shaking. At least he had something in his glass this time. Out of control. I just smiled and nodded at him when he looked up again.
I sat down next to Samina, and kissed her on the neck from behind. After I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers. Gently I pressed the business card with my note on it into her hand and closed her fingers over it. I held it there with the card in it for a second while I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Tom you wanted to do it. Read the note when you can."
Samina looked over at me, with a bit of a scowl. I couldn't tell whether she was mad at the thought I might have done it, and ruined her own plans, or excited that I had. From the look on her face, probably both. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the other direction. I caught her glancing over at Tom, maybe looking for some clue as to whether or not it was true. Then down again. But she didn't blush. A few minutes later Samina excused herself and wandered back toward the ladies room again; I knew she had slipped away to be able to read the note.
Tom looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction, out loud, "We'll know soon." Tom's face turned red.
Everyone else looked at me, then at him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to start up again. "We'll know whether they're really any good – the second set has their original material. Tom was telling me how much he liked their stuff." People went back to their conversations, but a couple of them glanced at Tom as they did, and he was clearly uncomfortable. The band saved him – they started to play an up-tempo jazz number. Samina came back to the table and sat down.
She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this? I had other plans, I wanted to tease him a bit more!" She sounded mad, but there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded and glanced over at Tom. Samina turned to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly and fidgeted in his seat. Samina turned back to me, and whispered, “I wish you had let me do it my way! Now its all clear for him. Oh well, you just sped up what I had intended anyway.”
Samina turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated conversation with Tom. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She did not seem mad or upset, in fact, it looked like she was having a good time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Tom was still with us; he was going to do it. If Samina would.
There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. Samina looked down; Tom looked at Samina. I watched Tom.
"I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our house and do this?" I asked.
"Do you want it happen, Tom?" Samina asked, turning away from me towards Tom.
"We really don't need to do this, guys," Tom interrupted. "I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever say anything if either of you wants to call this off," Tom volunteered. He was talking to me. And then to Samina, "If you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no harm done."
"Be quiet, Tom," Samina ordered, shooting him a look. It sounded like she didn't want to let Tom off the hook. "Umer was telling the truth – I told him I wanted sleep with you, and I do, and now you know that for sure. And you have also told me that you don't care I am married, so I don't see why you should have a problem spending the night with me.”
There was silence for a bit, before I spoke up. "Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're going to fuck each other." Hearing me say the word, 'fuck' jolted them both. No euphemisms any more, no ambiguity at all about what we all were thinking. "You probably would have anyway, eventually, and now it's certain. You can't both know the other is willing to do it and then not follow through. If you two prefer to be alone, I will be happy to make myself scarce, although I will be honest, I would love to be able to watch. I want to see it."
Samina looked up at Tom and the two held the gaze for a long moment. And then Samina broke the tension by smiling at Tom. "Okay, let's go Tom.' She had made the decision for Tom nodded. “I am sorry I was a tease earlier, but I guess I enjoy doing that. You know I think you are one good looking guy and have wanted to fuck you ever since we first met a the park. I think you are uncertain because of my actions earlier this evening, and probably think that Umer is forcing me, right?” Samina asked.
Tom nodded an affirmative.
“Don't be. Trust me this is my call, not Umers. As much as it might appear that he is pushing things along, its because he knows that I want it to happen. I want to spend the night with you, and I hope you feel the same way.” Samina smiled at Tom, as she took his hand in hers.
Tom smiled back, and said, “yeah, now that's more like it!”
We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.
As I was holding the door for Samina to get into the car, Tom was a few cars away in the next row, and I shouted over at him, "See you at our house in a few minutes. Don't be long."
"Oh, I don't think so, Umer. I have no intention of keeping Samina waiting!” Tom laughed as he started his car.
I closed the door behind Samina and walked around to get in the driver's side and started the car. "It's called cuckolding," Samina said as the car came to life. I had heard of cuckolding – I had read about it in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales – The Wife of Bath – in college. I remembered it being vaguely exciting even then. Where was she going with this? This was the first time she had ever overtly brought up the world 'cuckold'.
"You realize that you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life!" Samina continued. "Other men have fucked me and will continue have fucked me, your wife whenever I want. You can never have it back once someone else has been inside me. I admit I've been hot for it, but I won't do this if it bothers you." I heard her, but I wasn't so sure. I knew it was too late already.
"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I do. If you do. I don't want to lose Samina over it either. I want it if you want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have. And frankly I don't think it will. What we have so far has been amazing, so I can't understand why you seem to get hesitant from time to time." I said.
"You have to tell me you want it at least as much as I do," Samina offered. "I'm not going to have you regret it tomorrow, or ever. Sometimes I think I want it more than you do, and that you are just letting me do it, without really wanting me to."
"Well, do you want to do it, Samina? So far you haven't had any problems, at least not any you have voiced or shown. In fact you have fucked any man you have wanted, I have not had much say in that, which is how I think it ought to be anyway. It's for your pleasure, so it only makes sense that you select the men.” I said.
Samina was thoughtful for a moment. She had always been honest with me, and it was part of what I loved about her. I knew she would be truthful now. And I think maybe it was time for us to re-evaluate the situation and then go ahead. We had been so caught up in the excitement and arousal of it all, that we had not really taken time to pause and take stock. We both knew what we knew. And it was time to lay out our expectations before proceeding.
"Well Umer, the reason I have not voiced any concerns is that I don't have any except the one regarding your wishes. I love sex, I love big cocks, and I loving being taken, ravished by them. If you wanted met to, of course I will stop, but it will be difficult.” Samina said.
"You sure about that?" I asked. I wasn't hedging. I just wanted to sure that Samina and I both understood clearly what she was saying.
"I'm sure, Umer. You have seen how I am. I mean think of how things went with Mehmood, despite my determination not to sleep with him, I could not help myself, although your attitude and setting things up the right way was a big part of why I went ahead with it, ultimately it was my call, not yours! I did it because I wanted to, not because you wanted me to, that was just an added bonus. I can't promise that all my lovers in the future will be like that. I want you to understand that if you say its okay for me to go on like this, then once I have decided to sleep with a guy, to fuck him, you will not, except under the most exceptional circumstance stop me, it will always be my call?" There was no hesitation now.
“How do you define 'exceptional circumstance'?” I asked Samina. Her words did not really surprise me, and I was happy that we were having this talk.

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Samina seemed to think for a few minutes. “Well lets put it like this, if my life is in danger or if you think our marriage is about to be ripped apart because of me sleeping with a guy, those would be exceptional circumstances. Your not liking a guy would not qualify.” Samina said plainly.

“I see,” I said. “Well that makes perfect sense darling. Where does Tom stand in this?”
"It's just about certain now. You've told him I want to fuck him, and that's true. And he wants to fuck me or he wouldn't have decided to go home with us. I'm going to let him have me. I want him to fuck me. You've sort of set this up, you know, by making him aware that I was interested. Now, if you say that you still want me to fuck other men, that's it!You no longer have a choice in this matter. I want it to happen tonight and it will happen. The time for you to choose is past. I am tired of having to worry about your views and thoughts, after tonight, I don't want to have to be held back because of that, so think carefully before saying anything. Also I cannot promise that you will get to watch always, in fact that may not be possible often!” Samina was very plain in her speech, and had clearly made her desires known.
I took a deep breath, part of me was a little scared, another part completely agreed with her. “I see Samina!”
“Yes, Umer, you had better, what you say next is the last time you get to choose. If you say no, then of course its all a moot point, but if you say yes, well then.....” Samina did not complete her sentence, her implied meaning being quite clear.
I took a few deep breaths, not because I was thinking, far from it my mind was already made up, but because I was still trying to digest all that Samina had said, I was trying to clear my head. Hearing her talk like that was so incredibly arousing and erotic.
Finally, I pulled over into a gas station, and looked at Samina. Her face looking lovely in the soft, colorful lights of the neon signs. “Darling, I want you to fuck him tonight, Samina, in front of me. If I get to watch you do it I'll be part of it. But if you or he want to be alone without me watching, I will understand. It's just that when I watch, I feel like I am part of it, like I am giving you some of that pleasure." Now that I had said it, and implicitly agreed to all her terms, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Samina was silent for a moment. "Yes. I love you, Umer. And I don't love Tom, or any of my other lovers.. I won't ever fall in love with them. I know that for a fact, I just enjoy them physically.. But I do want to fuck them! And tonight I want to fuck Tom more than I want to fuck you. If we do it tonight you can be there to watch, but you need to know that I'll be thinking of him fucking me, of his cock inside me, and I'll cum for him, too, not for you. I'll still love you afterwards, but when he's inside me I'll be his woman, and my cunt will be his cunt. You won't really be a part of it while he's fucking me, except to watch. And I'm willing to talk to you about it afterwards, to tell you the truth about how it felt, how I felt, and I already know that will hurt you, because I want him inside me so unbelievably much, more than I've ever wanted anything, more than I've ever wanted you inside me. I can't help myself. Will you be OK with seeing that?"
"I think so," I answered. "It's what I hoped to hear; it's what I want." I said truthfully. In a way that conversation was the culmination of events that I new would inevitably lead to it. So it was not a real surprise, but now that it had happened, I felt a little scared, and wondered if it was in fact the right time for this to happen. But then I told myself no matter when we had this conversation, it would always feel like maybe we needed more time to reach that point. Samina clearly had, and in all truth so had I!
Samina leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first really affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening. "I said I'd do it for you. But that is only part of the truth, I am doing it for me too, and now I'm going to do it for Tom. I admit I'm very aroused that Tom wants to fuck me, and that makes me hot, hotter than I've ever been with you. So I'm going to let you watch. I want you to watch and see just how I am pleasured. I want you watch, as I'm going to cum for him, not for you!"
I nodded. I became certainly sure there was no stopping it now, not tonight, not ever. I was a truly a cuckold for life! And I felt it between my legs.
When we got to the house, Tom pulled up right behind us; we all got out and went inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked, needing a drink to calm my nerves.
"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it Tom?" Samina answered. Tom shook his head. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom." We followed Samina as she climbed the staircase. She went into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width apart and faced us as Tom and I came into the room.
"If you want this to happen in front of you, Umer, maybe you better show both me and Tom." Samina said haughtily, and I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant, but she glanced down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible thrust forward with her hips.
I figured it out. I went over to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt in both hands. I gazed up at her, looking for confirmation that I had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to say, "Well?" and then she looked at Tom. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in his pants. I stood up and took Samina's skirt with me, raising it over her hips in one movement. She took the gathered material from me in her hands and pulled it on top of her hips. Her nostrils flared, and her throat and the part of her chest that were visible reddened. She adjusted her stance slightly to spread her legs apart a few more inches and pushed her hips out in a provocative pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever but must have been only a couple of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it a little through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily on Tom.
"Let him do that if he wants to," Samina said. I beckoned to Tom and he stepped forward to put his hand on her breasts to fondle them through the soft material. It was electric. This was no accidental brush – I had always enjoyed watching other men fondle Samina, and this was no different. But this time Samina seemed to make a real show of inviting Tom to do so, right in front of me, like she was taunting, and teasing at the same time. My cock was ready to explode.
Now Samina turned her head and looked right at me. "If you want to watch this, sit down. " I did. "And Tom, put your fingers up inside me and do this. I'm doing my part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for and it was up to Tom to do the rest. Tom didn't need to be asked again. He squatted down in front of Samina and in one motion his hand was up the leg of her loose-fitting tap pants. I had never seen her be this assertive before, it was almost as if she was now willing tearing down her last remaining walls, and finally releasing and asserting her true self.
I could hear slurping sounds as his fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Unnhhhh," she moaned softly. It had started. Samina was doing it. Tom was going to do it. Samina was was finally being set free. The bird that had been slowly set free was now getting her completely freedom. I thought again of the words she had used: she was going to make me a cuckold for life, now ifs, ands, or buts, about it.
Tom fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as they went in and out of her parted labia. Samina moved her feet a little further apart and squatted a tiny bit to give him better access. Next, she thrust her hips forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her. Her head went down on her chest and she let out a low moan, rocking with each gentle movement he made. Tom took his fingers out of her and put them up to his nose, sniffing the scent of her sex into his nostrils, and then to his lips, licking her wetness off his fingers. Samina took the interruption, as an to reach down and strip off her blouse and camisole. She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples erect. Tom looked up at them and that was enough for him to take her red thong panties and pull them down over her hips to the floor.
Samina stepped out of the lingerie Tom had removed. She was nude now except for her heels, hips thrust forward to display to Tom her downy brown pubic hair, the moisture from her pussy dripping down her inner thighs. She was the picture of everyone's favorite kinky pose. Samina, as I have said before has been blessed with the ability to get wet very easily, and as you would expect, that was the case now as well. I could see a sheen a moisture glistening on her beautifully trimmed pubes, and she was starting to cream as well.
Samina looked over at me, "Is this what you want?" she asked. She didn't see me nod my assent because Tom had stood up and had taken her in his arms and was kissing her.
"It's sure what I want," he said. He looked back at me. "Thanks for letting me fuck your beautiful wife!"
“Don't thank him!” Samina laughed. “Thank me!”
“Why thank you Samina!”Snickered Tom, and then added, "be a good girl, Samina, and open up. I really want to do this." Samina responded by opening her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers, arching her back.
"Me too," she said when he paused for a second, "I want to do it, too," and then opened her mouth for his tongue again. Tom fondled her breasts as he kissed her deeply, pinching her nipples, provoking the usual response; a soft moan, the open acceptance.
Soon, Tom reached down and unbuckled his pants. Samina sensed it and dropped down on one knee, finishing the job of undoing his belt, she wasted no time in hauling down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his shoes. His cock sprang out in front at full mast. His cock did not disappoint, I could see that Samina had been correct in her assessment! The head of his penis oozed clear, sticky, lubricating precum. She looked up at me from her vantage point down by his penis, and held my gaze as she licked up the sweet discharge on the end of his cock and then closed her eyes and took his whole member in her mouth as far as it would go.
She didn't ask, and there was no teasing, just as she had promised. She was giving him the kind of blowjob she had never given me, licking and sucking with abandon, and I could see Tom was ready to go off. I wanted to say something about Tom about to cum in her mouth, when I remembered her admonition not to interrupt them. But I need not have worried about him cumming in her mouth because she sucked him for only a couple of minutes before it was too much for Tom; he reached down, took her under the arm, raised her to her feet, and maneuvered her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her back. She scooted to the middle and, without any hesitation or prompting, opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the insides of her knees and pulling herself open.
Samina's sex gaped open, pink and sopping wet. It was wetter than I'd ever seen it in a long time – with her vaginal secretions coating her groin, onto her inner thighs and into the cleft of her anus. Her labia were completely visible and wide open, and there was an open hole where her labia parted revealing the inside of her vagina. She was so ready for Tom's cock her vagina had dilated wide to accept him and she was completely exposed. She had done just what I had asked, and now Samina was displaying herself for Tom.
There Samina lay, splayed open, ready and willing to be fucked by another man yet again, gone were her worries, and concerns. I saw pure lust and longing in her eyes. I didn't know who was more aroused among the three of us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment. Tom's fingers went between her legs and they tongue lapped and teased samina. I could hear, rather than see, the fingers, teasing, and, probing.
"Ohhhhh!" Samina exhaled. "Do it now, Tom. Come be in me."
Tom raised his head up and moved into position between Samina's legs. I tapped him on the shoulder without a word to get his attention. Samina shot me an angry look, and i backed down. I saw her reach over and hand Tom a condom. Although she was on the pill, I was glad that she was taking the added precaution with Tom, we had no idea of his sexual past and while Samina sure loved having sex, it was not worth risking her life over. Fortunately, Tom took the condom without hesitation.
Tom was on his knees between Samina's open legs. He rolled a condom onto his, large engorged cock and Samina reached up and took it in both hands. As Tom leaned forward on his elbows to mount her she positioned it at opening and rubbed the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the distended hole that was the entrance to her cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom's monstrous engine part her labia.
Samina froze in position, looking over at me now. "Is this what you want? You want to watch? Well then watch!” Samia was panting, in the throes of desire. I could only nod in agreement.
I gazed at Samina, beautiful and in shameless heat, waiting for yet another man to plunge his massive cock inside her. My own feelings of jealousy and inferiority welled up again, as they always did when I saw a big cocked man about to go into her. I put them away and told myself that her pleasure was all that mattered. Samina looked back, eyes burning with desire for the man who was going to fuck her. I nodded for her to go ahead, but she didn't see me – her eyes had closed as Tom slid the tip of his penis over her clitoris.
Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying to enter her! No matter how often I see a sight like that, another man about to take my wife and make her his, I never tire of it. I never fail to be aroused, I never once feel that it is not right. I never stop feeling that it is an amazing experience. How lucky am I?
I knew Tom's cock would be inside Samina soon! They both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it was – and they were practically there.
"Say it," Samina suddenly shouted at me. "Tell me you want me to fuck another man!Do you want him to fuck me in front of you? Do you want to watch?? Do you want to see Tom inside me? Do you want to watch me to become his slut?"
"Yes. I want that. I want to see him fuck you." I managed to croak, aroused to the boiling point, not just by the sight in front of me, but the effect that Samina's words were having on me! She was really putting on a show, and also putting me in my rightful place in the pecking order!
"Well, I want it, too," Samina answered, looking at right at me, "but I want it this way," and with that she took Tom's penis in her hand and in one motion she stripped off the condom and tossed it aside. "If don't want anything between a lover and me! I want to feel him in me!" Samina exclaimed, eyes on me, but blazing with passion for him. And then she turned her face to Tom and opened both her mouth and her legs, positioning the engorged head of his cock at the opening of her cunt. "Fuck me, Tom."
I was flabbergasted. It's nothing short of a miracle that Samina has not caught anything from one of her lovers. She refuses to use condoms and says that if she were to catch something so be it! She has always hated condoms, and only after we had our first child a few years later, did she start becoming more careful and use condoms with lovers that were not tested. Until then all lovers went bare! Yes, yes, I know it was stupid and unnecessarily risky, but that's how it was, and she emerged unscathed, so it really does not matter now.
Tom smiled as the condom slid off his cock in one quick movement, and he thrust forward. Samina slammed her hips upward to accept his whole penis into her vagina in a single stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her soft pink folds and I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her vagina, Samina moaned as she looked up at Tom and panted, "Fuck me! Cum inside me. Pump your load in me."
I was stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond description to hear Samina talk like that. Asking him to cum in her. Without a condom. Without shame. And to ask him to flood her womb with his semen, to make her his. And I realized I loved it. How I loved her making me a permanent cuckold, for I was sure that it was no idle threat when she said that. And today I can well vouch for the fact that she was not joking!
Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Samina hard, each stroke full length, all the way out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside Samina's cunt until I could hear the wet slap of his testicles against her sopping labia. And clearly, from the look and sound of things, Samina was loving it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling as his penis slid in and out of her slippery cleft filling my ears together with Samina's moans and Tom's grunts. My own penis throbbed and longed to be free, but I was determined to keep it in, and just watch the erotic show unfolding in front of me.
"Ohhhhh fuck me, fuckkkkkkkk!" Samina gasped!
Then Tom pulled out completely, told Samina to flip over and take the doggie position, which she did with tremendous alacrity.
“Ohhhhhh ooooohhhh!” Samina moaned, when Tom fingered her pussy as she was turning over.
An electric tingle ran all through me, as Samina got on her hands and knees, and her sopping pussy was staring straight at me. It was swollen, reddened, and looked like a flower in bloom.
Tom withdrew his cock from deep inside Samina's vagina, and he lifted her bottom, putting both hands underneath to raise it up, giving him access to her small anus. Tom positioned the bulb of his penis on her purple rosette and rubbed it gently back and forth. Samina's anus opened slightly as the tip of Tom's organ probed lightly, and Samina whimpered softly as she raised herself a little to apply pressure against it. The head of Tom's penis popped inside Samina's anus and spread it open as Samina moaned and turned her head.
Gently, Tom withdrew again and ran his whole shaft up and down Samina's anal crack, as he started to finger Samina's cunt. Tom moved the end of his prick back again to her asshole, and he rubbed it back and forth, gently massaging it open, allowing Samina's juices to make her opening slippery. "Relax and let it in," he whispered.
"Um hum," Samina answered, breathing carefully. Having experienced anal sex before, she was clearly not scared of it any more, but she had told me that at first, she wanted a guy to take things slow, let her adjust to having him up there, and Tom was doing just that.
The tip popped inside her again with a little wet plopping sound, and Samina sighed and moaned out loud, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, uhhhh, nnnhhh."
Tom left it in her this time, waiting for her to be able to accept his organ, pressing it gently in and then relaxing, time and again, as Samina rose up to help and rocked softly when Tom pushed gently in and out a tiny bit at a time. Slowly the wetness from her vagina worked down Tom's shaft to her anus, and his strokes became longer and deeper. Samina whinnied a soft, tremulous, undulating whimper, "nnnhhh, nnnhhh," and helped lift herself up to take Tom's strokes.
Tom was sliding more easily into her, further with every thrust. And then Samina cried out, "All of it, give me all of it, I want it now!"

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Tom drew back all the way out of her anus and then, in one push that Samina answered with her own upthrust, he slid his whole penis into Samina's anus and buried his shaft in her rectum.

"Ohhhhh, yes" Samina exclaimed sharply, and bucked up, taking Tom's second stroke deep into herself. "That feels good!" Samina was letting Tom fuck her in the ass, all the way inside, and she was loving it. Tom drew out again and then pushed inside her once more, and Samina rose up to reciprocate. His strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Samina's dark hole. His penis made a slurping sound as it glided in and out now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum, to the most private part of her body. Somehow, he also managed to finger her clit at the same time.
Watching it all, I was in another world. It was an intensely arousing yet humiliating situation for me. Tom and Samina was in a world of their own, and I don't think they even cared I was there watching them. What was happening now, was just for their own pleasure, not mine. Any acknowledgement of my presence would only serve to interfere with their pleasure. I was so afraid if interrupting that I even kept my breathing low, so that its sound would not bother them.
"OOohhhhh Samina whimpered as I heard Tom slam into her with reckless abandon, and Samina reached between her legs to finger herself, Tom being unable to continue doing so.
Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several consecutive long, full turns in Samina's rectum and then stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Samina. "I
“Yes, yes yesss!” Samina urged him on.
Tom slammed his cock into her ass repeatedly, relentlessly slapping against Samina's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming ass, and, as he exploded in the final surge. Samina had been fingering herself faster and faster and rose to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his ejaculation into her rectum, as he shot his hot semen there.
Them Tom pulled out, a thin string of his sperm from the tip of his cock attached to Samina's asshole, which was by now pushing out a thick river of Tom's cum.
Samina collapsed on to her chest, her arms giving way, her ass now raised in the air, Tom's cum pouring out of it.
Tom had by fallen on the bed, his eyes closed. Samina caught her breath, then slowly rolled over on to her back, keeping her legs spread wide, as she raised her knees to her chest. That gave me a perfect view, as her ass cheeks spread apart and I saw thick, white, fluid continuing to emerge from her rosebud. I knew that Samina had one that deliberately, she wanted me to watch it.
They lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "Man what a fuck you are, Samina! I can't believe it."
His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. I could see Samina's still-distended anus gaping open, Tom's semen running out of that private hole.
Tom followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her ass. "I guess this will be my hole, from now on," he said as Samina looked at him and smiled. And then he turned his head toward me and said, "Thanks, man. I loved fucking your wife. You can fuck her too, but how about you shave her cunt for me before tomorrow – I'd like to fuck her again, but this time her bare pussy!” He laughed.
Samina didn't even let me reply. "Umer has never cum in my ass! And yes, it will be Umer's pleasure to shave my cunt for you.. Right, Umer? It's what you asked for, isn't it – isn't this what you wanted me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That's Tom's semen dripping out of me And that's the way we're going to do it, with him in me bareback! You know how much I hate condoms anyway."
I did know, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to fuck me. "Yes. I know." I realized that I had long given Samina up to her lovers, of whom Tom was just the latest model. I knew, she would always love me, but I wanted her to fuck her lovers, to see her in that kind of need, driven by lust. It was better to see her cum like that with someone else inside her than to fuck her myself – she had been so hot she had taken Tom in her asshole without any trouble – she clearly belonged to him. "Fuck her whenever you like, Tom, any way you want. She's yours." It was true. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise.
"Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I've had with Umer, and it was just my first with you inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile.
Tom got up and went to the washroom to wash himself. It was clear that he intended to fuck Samina next. As he came out of the bathroom, I saw his semi-hard cock dangling between his legs. Samina saw it too, and said, “you know a big cock is so beautiful to look at. And its so powerful too!”
Tom laughed at that and got on the bed on his knees. Samina reached up with her hands for Tom’s now-flaccid penis, which was dangling just above her mouth as he knelt above her to hold her wide for me. She took him between her lips, and I watched her suckle his cock as I stroked in and out of her tight silky hole.
Soon enough, Tom was hard again and Samina tipped her head back more to get a better angle for him, her neck arcing up and bulging a little each time she swallowed him in, taking him deep into her throat, her little choking sounds mingling Toms moans.
“I’m cumming,” Tom gasped, and Samina quickened her pace and pulled him into her mouth, gagging a little as his salty semen jetting down her throat, but she sucked and swallowed his sticky discharge, using her fingers to recover what escaped from between her lips. She swallowed every last drop!
“God, that was great!” Samina exhaled.
They lay there for a while before Tom said he had to leave, Samina kissed his cock one more time as he got up.
“Tom, would you make sure the door to the front is locked when you leave?” Samina asked, and then turning towards me blew me a kiss. I felt her very much with me. I felt a surge of love, and maybe relief too, that even though his semen was inside her, that even though her cunt was his, she was still mine.
“Sure,” Tom answered. I heard him get up and get dressed, and he patted Samina on the bottom as he left. “Thanks, Samina,” he called out as he headed for the door. “And you too, Umer. See you guys soon.”
Things had changed. For the first time, Samina was openly acknowledging that I could not possibly pleasuring that another could provide her so much pleasure. And I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Samina was a slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me for life!
It's many years later now, and I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it's real and not flirting or teasing – and I'm very proud of the fact that she's never coy about it, ever – she goes right to showing, "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it, displaying herself to her dates, her partners, to other men – and there have been plenty of them, over the years. She let's them know that she wants to be owned, used, spanked, fucked, by someone else. And she lets me know. I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open and welcoming pussy, or of that flicker of recognition that lights up his face when he realizes he's going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife.
I never fail to be aroused beyond description at the moment another man's cock slides into her vagina or pushes past her anus and into her rectum, and I've seen it now hundreds of times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates her labia or her sphincter and plunges inside, the little gasp that signals she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man's semen run out of her vagina mixed with her wet, silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside her, or of the wet "bllp, plffp, bllpppp, pllpp" sound as his ejaculate gurgles out of her anus, the visible proof that she took his load inside her most secret place, a place I am not allowed to enter. There's nothing like it in the world. Whoever said that the most sexual organ in ones body is the brain, was spot on! The mental pleasure I get from watching, and hearing Samina enjoying herself, or even just knowing that she is so totally being taken by a man, is far greater than any pleasure I get or could have gotten from doing the act with her myself.
I find if interesting that what had started with Samina taking the first revolutinary step, thinking (and rightly so!) that I would be okay with it, had evolved into something that I was an integral part of, and in fact with me being the driving force, and indeed with Samina needing my approval and support to proceed. This would then evolve into something where my wishes would cease to matter, and Samina would take things in her hand and eventually not care what I thought, or how I felt. But by that stage I had become so enamoured in the lifestyle, that for me it did not matter how Samina went about it. And really now it does not matter anyway, such is the situation. But I get ahead of myself. You will see how it all developed and got to where we are today as I write more of this story.
We heard Tom going down the steps and the door close. I jumped into bed and hugged Samina hard, and she hugged back giggling.
After a few moments, Samina raised up on her elbow and looked in my eyes. “It's what you asked for, isn't it, honey – isn't that what you wanted me to do, from the first? Did you mind it too much when I was thinking about him, cumming for him? Because I was thinking about you, too, you know. Thinking about you watching me do it. I love it that you saw how much I liked it, I love showing off that way.”
"No, it wasn’t too much, Samina. It’s exactly as I wanted it,” I told her. “The sex was great. But so is this, with you here with me afterwards.”
She smiled up at me. “I’ll always be here with you. I love you, Umer. I liked having Tom fuck me, but I love you. I can't explain it, because I don't understand why, but I just love fucking other men, more than I love fucking you. It's like I have managed to separate my emotional and physical needs. You satisfy my emotional needs, the other men quench my physical lust.”
“And you like it that way?” I asked her.
“Yes. I do.” She smiled up at me. “I really liked it, even more than I thought I would. Thank you. And I want to keep doing it! You know when we were talking in the car, I was so afraid you would say you didn't want to go on. But I have prepared myself that if you did say that, I would force myself to stop. It would not have been easy but I would have done it. So you can imagine my relief when, as I had expected, you said to go on!” She giggled.
“Well, I am glad I did too. Judging by the way you enjoyed yourself with Tom tonight, and all the others before, I say the habit will be impossible to break, and you know Tom didn't even really fuck you tonight!” I laughed.
We both looked down between her legs and she opened them some more so we could see. We laughed together as the sticky evidence of what she had done, of what we had done, drizzled out of her onto the sheets.
She smiled up at me. "That's Tom's cum dripping out of my as. I’m so glad I took his condom off. It doesn’t seem like fucking otherwise. I wanted to feel him in me, and to let him feel my insides.”
I nodded in agreement. “It's a good thing you are on the pill.”
“Yeah,” Samina said, “the last thing I need right now is get pregnant, I want to wait a while before having children. Right now I am having too much fun!”
I had clearly given up part of Samina to other men, at the moment Tom happened to be in that role – part of her sexual side, her womanhood. But I had gotten back even more. I knew now that she would always love me, even if she let other men fuck her, even if she dearly wanted other men to fuck her. That was just something she needed sexually, and it clearly didn’t interfere with our love.
I now fully realized how much I wanted to see other men fuck her, to see her in that kind of need, driven by that kind of lust, even if part of it was driven by a deeper desire that had nothing to do with me. It had mind-numbingly good to see her cum like that with someone else inside her.
Things had changed. I had long accepted silently, that other men had had Samina now, her cunt, her clitoris, her anus, her tits, her mouth. But I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Now we had both openly admitted that fact. And, while part of me felt a little sad that I was not the sexual partner she most wanted, I also liked it. Samina was not only Samina my loving wife,, but that she was a real slutwife too, that other men would fuck her, would make her cum I was proud of her, proud of what she had so easily become. But most of all, I was proud what she had done for me.
Strangely, after that encounter with Tom, Samina seemed to want to fuck me more! Of course her reactions to me were never the same, but she wanted me to fuck her after another man had deposited his sperm in her. To me she felt loose and slick, but I loved it. For me, any chance to fuck her was cause for celebration, and to be enjoyed to the fullest. In fact she wanted me to fuck her so much so that she stopped asking me to eat her out!
After Samina had finished with Tom about a month later, and we were alone together with me about to get my favorite--seconds inside her after he had cum in her cunt, she asked me what I'd think if one day she told me this time inside her was my last time without a condom, my last time to cum inside her, that I'd never feel her with my bare cock again.
That made me unbelievably hot, of course, and I didn't have to tell her so since my cock swelled up even more as I positioned myself between her legs to slide inside her silky cunt, pre-lubricated with Tom semen.
"Would you really to do that to me?" I asked.
I knew the answer, of course, and she confirmed what I both feared and hoped when she very seriously answered. "Yes, I think that would be best for both of us."
What I found amazing is that, as horrible as the idea was, I not only knew she was going to tell me that was going to happen, but I wanted her to as soon as she said it. I was about to ask her why, when she spoke again.
"I only want my real men to feel the inside of my vagina with their cocks. I don't think you really deserve to anymore, do you? You let other men fuck your wife, and no real man does that. And I don't think it's right for your semen to be inside me with theirs--I feel bad that your pitiful spunk dilutes their real sperm. Don't you think?" Samina made herself clear.
I was near the edge with all the feelings cuckolds know so well--arousal, humiliation, shame, jealousy, fear, hope, desire--all at once. "Yes," I answered. "When? When is my last time?" I figured I knew the answer to that--that this would be my last time inside Samina bareback, and I rubbed the tip of my cock around her sticky-wet opening anticipating the wonderful plunge inside, the one I was nearly certain would be my last. But Samina had one more little surprise for me.
"You've already had it--it was last night. You're done," Samina answered. "Take your cock away from my vagina and put a condom on before you slide inside." Samina referred to the night before when we had made love, and as usual I had done almost nothing for her. Her disappointment and disgust then had been worse than I had ever seen before.
It was all I could do to avoid cumming on the spot, and I started to push inside her, to give her at least one stroke so I could remember my last one. "No!" Samina insisted, pulling her hips back so I couldn't drive inside. "That's just for my real men now. Take your cock away and put a condom on it. I don't want to feel it in me again, and I don't want it to squirt inside me." Her voice was dripping with annoyance.
I was both aghast and aroused, but I did as she commanded. I lifted up and reached in the drawer of the bed stand where we keep the condoms for strangers and tore open a package. I nearly shot off as I rolled it on, but held out and repositioned myself over Samina. She took my sheathed cock in her hand and put it at the opening of her vagina. I knew how slippery the entrance was, but with the condom on I couldn't feel it directly.
"Let's get this over with," Samina whispered to me, smiling. "I'm so glad your cock won't ever feel me again. You're lucky I even let you in with a condom. Maybe we shouldn't even do that pretty soon, you think?" She laughed and I kept quiet.
I slid inside and felt the mild pressure of her vaginal walls, the warmth, but not the slipperiness I loved, but it was enough. I came on the first stroke, and feeling me convulse inside her, Samina reached down and took my cock by the base and pulled it out, still throbbing. "There. Isn't that better? Now Tom's semen gets to be in me alone without yours ruining it. Isn't that the way it should be?" She snickered again.
I had to admit it was, that it was better this way. "I guess so," I answered. But I still craved what I already missed, the silky wetness of the inside of her pussy. "I just don't know if I can stand it with a condom on--I already miss feeling you so wet."
"I'm wet for Tom, Umer, not for you. You're not missing anything. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let you go in with a condom, even. All that does is coat the condom with his semen so some of it is wasted when you pull out. Should we make this last time you're inside at all, even with a condom?" Samina laughed.
I couldn't even speak, didn't know what to say. Samina just smiled at me and turned over to go to go to sleep. "Tom felt so good inside me tonight. And he's coming over tomorrow. I'll tell him what we've decided. You can masturbate while he fucks me, OK, honey? I love you. Goodnight."
The next morning I could not help but ask her, if she was serious about never fucking me again.
Samina laughed. “Well maybe on specials days like your birthday, or our anniversary, but otherwise no, and maybe not even then. I don't know darling, do you want to fuck me, knowing you cannot satisfy me?”

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I nodded a negative, she made too much sense, I had been thinking along the same lines for sometime myself. But hearing her talk that way gave it a sense a finality, and I knew there was no turning back.

Samina looked me in the eyes, and said, “Umer the fact is that when I think of having sex with you, I'd rather recall the early times when I knew no better and you were the only lover in my life, the one who gave me orgasms. Continuing to have sex with you, only ruins that memory for me, and I don't want that at all.”
I had to agree with Samina again. Once more she had read the situation and me perfectly. “You know Samina I have wondered for a while now why you continued having sex with me.”
Samina thought for a bit before speaking. “Because I felt it was my duty, because I felt sorry for you, and because I was afraid of your reaction if I didn't! But sweetie, I am sorry, the sad truth is that I don't enjoy sex with you, haven't done so for a long time, and I hate having to feel the pressure that I have to let you fuck me, when I don't really want you to.”
I smiled at my lovely wife. “I think we have made the right decision darling, you are right, it is for the best.” And Samina kissed me. “Well we still have those special days!” I said.
“Perhaps!” Samina said softly.
I'll save you the suspense, I haven’t been inside Samina since, although I have enjoyed seeing her other men fuck her. The night before then, was the last time, my penis felt her warm, wet, silky, smooth pussy. Since then she has touched it rarely, and have made sure that not even the skin of my penis touches her anywhere. I know this isn’t for everyone, but if you like it like we do, this is hugely exciting, and very liberating. Now I know its all for her, not for me, and I would not have it any other way!
Before I met and married Samina, you may recall, I was dating Pushpa, while I was in college and right after. While I was still in graduate college Pushpa went to work part-time for a local high tech company where she was a secretary/personal assistant to a top manager named Arvind. He was almost 20 years older than we were and a very sophisticated guy.
I was consumed in my work as a graduate student in those days, but Pushpa and I had some chance to do social things with her company, and with Arvind in particular. I wanted to go into the industry Arvind's company was in when I was done, so I thought Arvind would be a good connection. Pushpa, inevitably, became very interested in these outings, which were pretty high-end affairs, and I noticed she was more and more attentive, almost seductive, with Arvind, who had a kind of casual way of making it seem natural.
To get to the point, it wasn't long before Arvind was fucking Pushpa, of course, which was hard for me to take, but at the same time aroused or confirmed in me a latent interest in the cuckold-type relationship, as Pushpa often told me, I was born to be cuckolded, so she was doing me a favor. With Pushpa those feelings started to be manifested, when I found out she was fucking Arvind, it was hard not to notice I was as aroused about it. Who knows how things would have developed, had I stayed with Pushpa, but I did not, and we went or separate ways.
Just a few days after Samina and Tom decided that they had had enough of each other, amazingly, I ran into Arvind at a trade show in town. It turned out, he had gotten hired as a Vice President by another local company, and had just moved to town. My mind immediately went to Pushpa and her cuckolding of me, and I could not help but wonder if Arvind would also cuckold me with Samina, certainly he was the type who when he saw a beautiful woman, did not hesitate to go after her, and given the fact that he would probably be mingling in the same social and professional circles as us, it was inevitable that he would meet Samina.
Arvind and I actually sort of became friendly over that shared humiliation in a jocular kind of way, but there was always this adversarial edge too. Arvind met Samina, of course, and Samina was aware of the whole situation with Pushpa and Arvind because we had talked about all of that, and how it made me feel, very early on in our relationship.
Arvind had a Christmas party at his house that year. Samina and I went to the party with Samina dressed to the nines, sexy in a black mid-calf silk dress with spaghetti straps. I could see that she hadn't worn a bra under it—her beautifully-formed nipples showed where they touched the silk in front. As we pulled up just past Arvind's house to park down the street, she also let me know that she had on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose, and that she had worn one of her nicest pair of underpants, teasing me with, "unless you want me to take those off now." I just smiled and shook my head no. Samina always wore her underpants over her garters so they could be pulled down whenever we wanted to, so she could flash in public, or let someone fuck her.
I should point out that in the months since Arvind had moved into town, we had met him on several occasions, and while he was clearly taken with Samina, he had made no overt attempt to bed her. And the fact was the Samina had found Arvind to be very handsome as well. Their age difference being of no importance, as Samina had lost any age difference related qualms back when she had let Derrick fuck her.
"Oh, well," she continued, and gave me one of her smiles, the kind that told me she had something on her mind, as I slid into the parking spot. She often did this, engaging in a little flashing at parties, so I assumed that's what was in store for me that night—it was the kind of thing she knew I liked—and even in this setting, with business colleagues, there was very little harm in it since, obviously, everyone would have had a little to drink and because Samina had become very good at making such over exposure look kind of accidental. I was actually looking forward to it.
There was not much chance of there being many from the desi community there (that was why Samina was comfortable dressed the way she was, usually she was more circumspect in her dress when going to a function where desi's were expected). You see Arvind was not the typical desi guy, he did not have many desi friends and did not seem to care much for desi company. I had a good idea why he chose to consort with me, and while I was not sure how I felt about Samina ever sleeping with him, I knew that having him as a contact was a good career move as he was very well connected in the technology business.
As we walked up the street toward the sidewalk to Arvind's house, things turned in a different direction. Samina asked me, as we turned up the walk, "Am I a better fuck than Pushpa was?"
That was an easy question, as it had only one answer! "Of course you are—amazingly better!" In all truth, if I had to really rank them, both Samina, and Pushpa would rank pretty high and equal in my book, but I knew better than to say that to my wife.
She continued, more softly, as we proceeded up the long walk surrounded by a lovely garden, "It kind of hurts my feelings a little that Arvind might think I'm second best to Pushpa—that you settled for me only because you felt pressured into leaving her."
"That's crazy!" I replied, genuinely surprised. "That was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me," I insisted. "I am glad I was pressured."
"I know," Samina answered, "but I don't think Arvind would really understand that, or even believe it, do you?”
We were half way up the walk.
"Well, he'd be nuts to think that," I answered, assuming that would be the end of it.
Samina was quiet for a second, but just as we reached the steps she followed with, "I can think of a way for him to know I'm better than Puspa."
"How?" I answered, but even as I said it I got that familiar feeling in my stomach—it had dawned on me just exactly how Arvind might learn that Samina was right, and I already knew that Samina was very attuned to what would push my buttons. So I was half horrified and half aroused as I waited for her answer.
"Well," Samina said, as we reached the landing in front of the door, "I could let Arvind fuck me. Then he'd know for sure, wouldn't he?" And she squeezed my arm a little, and smiled.
I had known it was coming, really, but hearing it out loud, I was aghast, my stomach hollow and my heart racing. But my cock had jumped to attention and I had to reach down and adjust myself to keep it from catching in an uncomfortable position. All I could think of was to try to buy a bit of time. "That may not be such a good idea," I told her. And even the part of me that was hard for it didn't think it was a good idea.
But Samina just knows what to do, and say. Samina half-turned toward me. "It is too a good idea, "she insisted. "Don't you want Arvind to know that I'm better than Pushpa And that even though I am, I'm going to stay with you? Don't you want him to know that? Wouldn't that be a kind of vindication for you? And it's not like it would be anything different for us—you like it when other men fuck me anyhow!"
My cock had turned rigid in my pants—Samina is amazingly clever about this, turning having another man fuck her into a victory for me of sorts. And I had to admit there was some sense in what she said. But I still didn't really want it to happen with Arvind, and certainly not that night. Even if Samina was going to do it, I wanted a chance to think about it. Of course, deep inside I did want it—that's what the butterflies in my stomach were about, and Samina knew it; in retrospect maybe both of us knew it.
Samina made the obvious point, "Arvind will never know for sure that I'm better than Pushpa unless he actually fucks me too. Right? Wouldn't it make you feel proud that I stay with you even after he fucks me?"
I couldn't dodge the feeling I now suddenly had. It was perverse, but I did want him to know that. Samina knew just how to do this, had probably been planning it for some time. It might be strange for most guys to be proud of having their wife fuck another man, but Samina knew me. She was right—I wanted it. But I still wasn't prepared for it right at that moment, and told her so. I was not sure if her fucking Arvind, who could one day very easily be my boss, was a good idea. So I said I understood, and even agreed, but that I wanted to wait a few days to talk about it, and to think how to do it. It was just too scary, too unsettling an idea to spring on me right at his door.
But Samina has always known how to handle these things, and she has always said there's no time like right now. "No, Umer. This is something that needs to happen, and we should just do it. There's no sense delaying it." Her hand went to the front of my pants as she reached out to ring the doorbell, and she could feel the huge hard-on that had sprung up as we talked. "I can see you like the idea, and I'm ready. This needs to happen soon—tonight is best, I think." She didn't wait for an answer. "I think I should ask Arvind to fuck me as soon as I get a private moment with him at the party—I'll look at you when I've done it so you'll know, and I'll tell him I want it to happen tonight, near the end, when not many people are there."
I was reeling already, but that last phrase set off new alarm bells. "What do you mean, near the end? You mean while there are still people here?"
Samina just smiled. "Lots of people knew Arvind was fucking Pushpa, and that might have contributed to how hot it was for Arvind. You don't want me to be at a disadvantage in making him cum, do you? Don't you think some of the people here should know Arvind has fucked me? Maybe even see it?"
Samina's tone was so serious that I could not figure out whether she was joking or was actually serious! My heart was pounding in my chest, and I told her no, that I didn't think that was a good idea. That was really too much. But my cock betrayed my real feelings, and Samina just smiled, squeezing it a little, and said, "Let me just handle it. It'll be fine. It'll just be one or two people who will know." And then she looked up at me with a look that was half scold and half tease. "And, Umer, I do expect you to take it like a man—you have to let them see it's okay with you, to see you act like you want it, that it's your idea, or it will be worse for you, don't you think? And if it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure that all the desis have left, and only a couple of guests remain!."
I felt myself flushing, but Samina tugged gently on my hand and raised her eyebrows, demanding confirmation. "OK," I whispered hoarsely, although I could hardly believe I was saying it. I was scared out of my wits, but so amazed at what Samina was saying that I couldn't help myself.
She turned slightly toward me again, "and remember no condoms!" she answered my unspoken questions, softly, looking up at me and touching me with the hand that wasn't stroking my cock. "Arvind didn't use condoms with Pushpa, did he? He needs to feel his cock in me, and I need to feel him squirt inside me!”
Before I could object, or say anything else at all, the door opened and we were inside in the swirl of the party. It was crowded and loud, with people drinking quite a bit and carrying on as people do at parties. I was relieved to see only one desi couple, and two unattached desi guys, there, other than Samina and me that is. All evening I had a knot in my stomach, watching, waiting, glancing around continuously at them both, wondering when she was going to do it. I circulated, trying to keep a grip on my feelings as I watched Samina make the rounds.
Samina was the center of attention in her unbelievably sexy dress, the outline of her nipples showing through the fabric. She got subtly fondled more than once as she said her hellos and hugged the people there. I could see lustful looks in the eyes of men, and hateful looks in the eyes of some of the women. Samina didn't seem to care either way, although I was sure she had noted the same thing.
Eventually she found her way over to Arvind, who was holding court near the bar, and I watched her chat amiably with him and the others, laughing. I saw him look pointedly at her breasts, and run his gaze up and down. And then I saw her touch his elbow and lean in toward his ear. He nodded and a second later the two of them drifted away slightly, toward the back wall next to the bar.
I know exactly when she told him, when she let him know he could fuck her. He looked up at her with a start, and then he glanced around until he found me watching him. He smiled and nodded. They chatted a bit more, he hugged her and gave her a little peck on the cheek, and then they both wandered off. But I knew. I knew Arvind would be inside Samina, the second of my 'women' he would fuck, before the night was out.
It was more than an hour and a half latter when the party was winding down that they connected again, spoke briefly, and then Samina walked back over to me. We were both watching as, one after another, people and couples came up to Arvind to say thanks, and and goodnight. Arvind smiled over at me and nodded as one of the last couples approached him. And as they walked toward the door, I looked around to see just five of us, Samina, Arvind, and me, and two other men, colleagues of Arvind's, Chetan and Rakesh, both of them unattached—no dates. I consoled myself thinking that at least there were no Pakistani men there, and also that the three men present were not married or accompanied by partners.
Samina looked up at me, and smiled. "Are you ready?" But she didn't wait for an answer, looking directly over at Arvind and nodding. He motioned to us almost imperceptibly from across the room where he was talking to Chetan, and nodded back. As we walked over toward him she looked up at me lovingly. "Be a good boy about it. It's time." My heart leapt into my throat, and my cock throbbed.
I was more that a little nervous, but couldn't say a thing. Samina just reached out, patted me on the arm, and said, "It'll be fine. You'll be glad it happened. Be a good boy and it'll be nice for everyone. And remember, if you're a big boy about it, it will be better for you—make it look like your idea and I'll be proud of you. Remember, it's best if you take it like a man." That phrase again. Pretty interesting idea, taking it like a man, considering that she was meant to be taken by another man.
And then we were next to Arvind. He reached in behind her, putting his arm around her waist and looked right at me. Samina looked up at me and, reaching behind her back with her inside arm, took my wrist and removed my arm from around her. She patted my hand and put it down at my side. Without another word, as if he knew he was entitled, Arvind turned her around, put his arms around her, and kissed Samina on the mouth. Not a casual kiss, either—a deep and intimate one. Samina opened her mouth to take his tongue and arched her back to lean back a bit for him so he held her weight, her arms falling to her sides in submission.
I stepped around behind them so I could see better. I was hard as a rock even though I had my heart in my throat. I glanced around at Chetan and Rakesh and saw that they had stopped talking and were staring at Arvind and Samina. I know I flushed red—they were going to see her submit to him, to let him fuck her—but it was just too erotic to stop, and too hot not to watch. I turned back toward Samina and Arvind and watched as his hand went to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress.
Arvind didn't waste any time. He unzipped Samina's dress from the back and stepped back, lifting the straps off her shoulders and holding them suspended for a moment while his fingers grazed her beautiful skin. He looked at me with a small knowing smile and I found myself nodding assent to what he was about to do. Arvind snorted and nodded his head in a kind of disbelief.
Arvind dropped the straps, Samina shrugging them off so that her dress fell away from her shoulders and then dropped over her hips. She was standing there nude except for her panties, stockings, heels, and garter belt, her small breasts exposed for Arvind, and for Chetan and Rakesh to see, her nipples rigid with arousal.
Arvind didn't miss a beat. He knelt down and, taking Samina's panties at the waistband, drew them down over her bottom and thighs, exposing her pubic mound with its whisp or dark downy hair—and I saw, as Arvind helped her balance to step out of them by putting his hand on the inside of her thigh, that she had trimmed her mound so that there was just a small oval patch showing, as always.
I knew it would be just a matter of minutes now before Arvind was inside her, a place forbidden to me, and I felt the burning mixture of terrible shame overwhelming arousal at how much I wanted to see his cock slide up inside her, to see her cum for him while he shot his seed in her. I was aware of Chetan andRakesh watching, but was way beyond embarrassment or shame at that moment. Samina was nude in front of all of them, and they knew what was going to happen now too. It was too late to stop it. Besides I was sure Samina would not stop, even if I wanted her to. We had agreed it was all her call, I gave up the right to dictate to her all those night ago before she took Tom to her bed. Of course, I could always make requests of her, but it was understood that she was under no obligation to accept them.
Arvind put his hands around Samina's small waist and turned her sideways, walking her backwards toward the couch that separated the living room from the foyer. Samina bumped against the back of it and Arvind held her as she gently arched her back over it, almost as if they had practiced it. She bent her neck and held herself on the seat with her arms spread wide for balance. As Arvind lifted and spread her legs Samina helped him position her bottom so that he would have access to her opening.

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Arvind unzipped his pants and asked Samina, "Are you ready for it?"

Samina nodded and opened her legs even wider, exposing her cunt and bottom for him, the most agonizing and amazing thing I have ever seen, displaying herself for him, showing the gaping, pinkness of her cunt, which was wet and splayed open, she was already so aroused. Arvind put two fingers inside her and withdrew them, bringing them to his nose and then licking them. He put his middle finger into her anus and stroked in and out. Samina let out a soft moan.
Samina held herself open that way for agonizing seconds while Arvind dropped his pants and underwear and shuffled into position between her legs. She was so wide open we could all see how wet she was, how ready for his thrust, how much she wanted what was going to happen to her.
Arvind looked back at me, sort of smiling again, and asked, "Are youready for it, Umer?" I felt myself burning with two emotions, but I managed a nod. That was enough. Arvind said, "I love fucking your women!" And then he looked at Chetan and Rakesh and winked at them. "Look how wet she is for it, how much she wants it," he said to them, spreading her lips open with his fingers and rubbing his cock up and down on her sopping slit while Samina lifted her hips to try to take it inside her, her breathing telling how ready she was.
And that was it. Without another word, without a wasted motion, he aimed the head of his enormous (I had expected it to be enormous, as Pushpa had told me so on several occasions!) cock into the gaping opening of Samina's cunt at a slightly steeper angle and slid it all the way up into her in one stroke, filling her completely.
Samina let out a little moan, "oh, yes. Fuck me!” She sighed and moved her hips to meet Arvinds thrust.
I could see her tilt her hips, pushing back a little to take his thrust, to help him thrust into her all the way. And then they were fucking, Arvind alternately pulling back and then slamming his cock into her, Samina rocking her hips with each stroke to give him full access to her insides. I could clearly hear the soft shimmering sound of their slickness as Arvind drove himself into her, his little grunts as he took over Samina's belly and womb, her moans of acceptance at his invasion of her womb.
Samina clearly enjoyed it as much as Arvind did, I could hear her soft whimperings as his cock speared in and out of her vagina, and they were real! Samina is not into phony sound effects, ever, and you can tell. I stood there, with Chetan and Rakesh watching too, fascinated, aroused, throbbing. And humiliated!
It didn't take very long for Arvind to make Samina's womb his. Soon their rhythm changed imperceptibly, getting faster, the silky shimmering of his strokes into her a little louder. And then Arvind gave her several sharp, powerful strokes pulling Samina's hips hard up against himself, holding it deep inside her a little longer, almost an imperceptible pause on each deep thrust. Samina's moans on each of these hard strokes became more plaintive, longing, wanton. "I'm going to cum," Arvind whispered hoarsely.
"Yes! Come inside me," Samina answered, and Arvind grunted.
I knew he was pumping his load into her, each pulse accompanied by another deep hard stroke.
Samina let loose with a huge moan, "Oh, god, yes, fuck it into me—fuck your sperm in me!" With that, she convulsed herself, the two of them lost in an amazing orgasm that lasted for stroke after stroke and he sprayed his semen insider Samina, a place I could not only dream of entering, and live on memories of what it was like to experience that paradise.
And then it was done. Arvind stepped back, his cock slipping out of her cunt, his semen pouring out in a stream—some of it dripping down her legs, a couple of blobs falling on the rug. Samina stood up, Arvind's sperm glistening on her thighs, her nipples standing out from her nude breasts. She kissed Arvind, taking his tongue again, casually, openly giving herself to him, unashamed of what he had done to her. Proud of it.
"Man, your wife has a great cunt, Umer. She's a great fuck. You never got to see me fuck Pushpa, but I have to tell you, Samina is better. Way better. I hope you enjoyed watching it." Arvind laughed at him, his softening cock flopping around like an elephant trunk in front of him.
Samina looked up at me and beamed—she had, after all, just been proved right. "You liked it too, didn't you, Umer?" she asked. "Show us how much you liked it." She paused.
I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, but she made it clear immediately. "Take out your cock and masturbate to show us all how much you liked seeing Arvind fuck me. I'm going to suck Chetan and Rakesh while you do it!" Samina giggled at me.
Again, a shock went through me, but so did an electric sexual charge. I knew this was Samina's way of letting me be in charge, sort of, of making it clear this was my choice. Without an instant's hesitation, Samina knelt and unzipped Chetan's pants, reaching inside to take out his cock. I was gratified to see that finally here was a cock that was not much longer than mine, and maybe just a little thicker. She put it up to her lips, flicking her tongue on the tip, licking up the pre-cum glistening on the head, and then sucking it in her mouth all the way. She took Chetan's cock, glistening with her saliva, out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Umer," she said with a little more insistence, "show everyone how much you like having me do this." And then she just waited, smiling at me quietly.
I knew what I had to do, and in any event, I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my pants, and took out my swollen cock. Samina nodded and turned back to Chetan, sucking him into her mouth, blowing him with relish and enthusiasm. He closed his eyes moaned as I started to stroke myself, and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to ejaculate. I watched Samina while she took one hand to pull his sack down as she worked her wet mouth on his prick, twisting his nuts gently to increase the sensation. And with that Chetan let go, letting out a loud groan as his semen jetted into her mouth. Samina didn't stint, keeping his cock in her mouth as his load poured out of it, swallowing it all, slurping and sucking while he rode his orgasm.
And as soon as Chetan was done, Samina wiped the small remnants of hiss sperm from her mouth and motioned silently to Rakesh to step into place in front of her, shuffling on her knees a bit toward him to get into position. Rakesh dropped his pants, revealing a very respectably sized erect cock, as Samina got into position. She took him directly into her mouth, glancing up at me as she did.
As I watched Samina start to suck him, holding his testicles in her hand, squeezing them gently to hurry his ejaculation into her mouth, I couldn't bear it any more and my semen jetted out in a huge orgasm. It arced up and landed on the floor in spurts, big ribbons of cum shooting up and several feet across the room.
"Oh, good boy, Umer" Samina said, taking Rakesh out of her mouth with a loud plop, for a second. And then turning to Arvind, and Chetan, "See how much he likes it. He just wants us to waste his cum while your sperm all goes inside me." And then she took Rakeshs's cock back in her mouth and in a few minutes, He groaned and shot his load down Samina's throat.
When it was over Arvind helped Samina put her dress back on, and winked at me as he pocketed her panty. She turned to him to let him zip her up, a very intimate act, actually, and then she took my arm, and bent over to kiss Chetan and Rakesh on the cheek. She turned to give Arvind an embrace, which included letting him feel her breast through the black silk of her dress. We watched as he reached into the top of it to scoop out one tit and fondle it in front of us all, displaying her, clearly comfortable with owning her, before he said goodnight.
As we were walking down the walk he called after us, "Umer, bring Samina by the latter this week, will you?" I looked back and just nodded. We all knew what it meant.
Later that week we were back at Arvinds. He deposited several loads into Samina's pussy, looking at me straight in the eyes as he did so on a couple of occasions. But what I really recall most most from that evening, is the fun Rakesh and Chetan had face fucking Samina.
Arvind had just finished fucking her. Samina was still bent over the back of the couch, and she started to straighten. As she stood up, and smiled at me, “now that is what I call a royal fucking!” Then she got on her knees in front of Chetan.
With a huge smile on his face, and giving me a look of triumph, Chetan unzipped his pants, and took out his semi-hard uncircumcised penis. “Oh yeah Samina, I have been waiting for this all evening. Unfortunately Arvind won't let me fuck you, but getting sucked off by you is the next best thing!”
“You can say that again!” Snickered Rakesh.
Chetan bent over and rubbed back and forth across Samina's tits. Her nipples were obviously growing hard. He pinched one of Samina's nipples between his finger and thumb as he pulled and twisted it. Then he did the same with the other nipple.
I was burning up with shame and humiliation as everyone was looking at me. I could almost read their minds, when Samina spoke up, "What a worthless bastard, letting another man fuck his wife. Isn't he a pathetic example? What kind of man lets his wife be fucked by another man, and then lets others fuck her in the face! Look at him, just standing there just watching!” Samina snickered derisively, as she lovingly caressed Chetan's hardening cock.
Yeah, I knew what they were thinking. I knew they had no sympathy for me. None of them understood, or even knew about my need to be humiliated. Even as I was suffering my cock was throbbing; pulsing with a life of it's own. I'd never felt a greater need to cum. It was a heavenly torture.
Chetan carefully turned Samina facing away from me, almost all the way. He purposely left it such that I could see just a little of the action. Then I head him say, "that's it. Suck it Samina." I could only groan as I envisioned my wife on her knees in front of Chetan, her head bobbing back and forth on his cock, something I could only see in profile.
Chetan was loudly encouraging Samina to suck him. The others were drifting closer. They wanted to hear the action. They were staring at me. Their eyes were burning with glee and malice as they watched me cringe.
"Oh, god, Samina you're one great cock-sucker. That's it bitch, take it all." Chetan moaned loudly.
I could even hear the loud slurping sounds Samina makes when she blows someone. I could have died there with humiliation and jealousy, Chetan and Arvind had gotten that which my own wife had made clear was off limits to me except when she decided otherwise and I knew that would be very rare, if ever.
"That's it slut. Here it comes. Suck it all out of me." Chetan was yelling so loud that anyone in any room in the house could have heard him. "Ahhh, yeah. Swallow it all."
My sweet loving wife was giving me the humiliation I craved. God, I hated it. I couldn't look at any of the other people. I knew they were laughing at me. If not out loud at least inside. Who could blame them? I was doing nothing as another man gave my wife a drink of cum. Samina had figured out what I needed, and was no longer holding back from giving it to me.
Chetan let out a loud moan, and gripped Samina's head tightly to his crotch, and I heard gurgling sounds coming from Samina as she desperate tried to swallow the cum Chetan was depositing in her mouth and down her throat. Such was the volume, that some of it spilled out of Samina's mouth, but she greedily lapped it up as soon as Chetan pulled out. Then she licked his softening cock up and down, all around, licking up any remnants of cum that were on it. “Ahhhh!” Chetan moaned softly as he looked down and smiled.
Everything was quiet for a couple of minutes. The door opened all the way and Mark and Judy walked out hand in hand. Mark walked her right up to me.
I looked at the floor. I couldn't look at Judy. I knew she didn't much care for Chetan, and the only reason she went with him was to give me the humiliation I needed and to make Arvind happy. I was glad it was over, at least for the moment. But my humiliation wasn't over yet. Samina took my head in her hands and raised it up so I had to look at her. I couldn't understand why she didn't have a disgusted look on her face. Instead, she was smiling. Before I could say anything she raised up and kissed me. Her mouth opened she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She probed my mouth with her hot tongue. I shuddered as I realized that I could taste Chetans cum on her lips and mouth. I heard all three men laugh as Samina kissed me.
Suddenly, Samina was pulled away from me and Rakesh led her towards the center of the room. That's when I realized that there was still one more man to go! Rakesh didn't make Samina face away from me the door as much as Chetanhad. I still couldn't see Samina's face all the wall, but I could see more of the side. Then I saw Saminn's hands unfastening Rakesh's pants, as soon as she fell onto her knees in front of him.
Once she had pulled his pants down, Rakesh reached out and I knew without seeing that he had Samina by the head. He started thrusting his hips back and forth. "Ahhhh, Samina, you're a great cock-sucking bitch. Oh man, I love fucking your face!"
I knew that a lot of his talk was just aimed at humiliating me. I was all hot and sweaty and red. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my dick. Rakesh didn't last long. He let out a yell that he was cumming and Samina grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him tight to her face. I couldn't help myself. My cock filled my pants with cum.
I was glad when he came. That meant this terrible humiliation was over at last. Rakesh pulled his cock from Samina's mouth leaned back, as she licked it clean. Samina moaned, then slowly straightened up. She looked up to face Rakesh. He was looking down at her on her knees as she looked up at him and said, "Thank you, Rakesh. That was really a great. Your cum is delicious!” And she licked off the last remaining drop from the tip of is now fairly soft cock.
Samina, licked Rakesh's cock clean, then got off her knees and let her skirt fall. She headed for me. I knew she was going to kiss me again. But then I would be able to get out of this hell. She walked up to me and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in my pants. Everyone could see the growing wet spot soaking the from of my pants. "Did you see how well Rakesh fucked my face? Wasn't it perfect? I loved it!"
My face told the story of my shame.
"Have you been humiliated enough for one night?" Samina laughed at me. Before I could answer, she continued, "HELL NO! I need to rub you face in it."
That made everyone laugh. At first I didn't understand. I'd already had my face rubbed in it. Two guys had fucked my wife in her mouth and one her pussy. Right in front of me. How much more could you rub my face in it.
"Lay down, honey." Samina said, I still didn't understand. I looked around to find everyone looking at me like I was some kind of freak. I lay down on the floor. Judy stepped over me and straddled my head. I could see up her skirt to her dripping cunt.
Arvind grabbed her and pulled her off me saying, "Not that way." He unfastened her skirt and it dropped around her ankles. "Now give it to him."
Then I understood. Although I had licked Samina clean of her lovers many times, doing it in front of the lovers present was taking things to a whole new level of humiliation. There was nothing I could do. Samina wanted me to be totally degraded. And my wife was willing to do whatever it took to give her and me just what we both needed.
Samina straddled my head again then squatted down over my face. As I was staring at her open slit she unfastened my pants and pulled my throbbing dick out. Then she lowered her pussy to my mouth. "Suck me, Honey. Suck Arvinds cum out of my cunt."
I did what I was told. I licked my wife's freshly fucked pussy and drank the Arvinds cum from her. I couldn't look at anyone so I kept my eyes shut tight.
Samina continued straddled while I sucked all the cum out of her that I could get. In the process I think she also got a couple of mild orgasms When we got up we found that everyone had left except of Arvind. He stood there looking at us with a big smirk on his face. I could feel my own face burning and turning red.
Arvind walked up to me and slapped me on the back. "Hey, buddy, great fucking night. Hope we can do it more often!" He laughed and gave Samina a peck on a cheek, and squeezed her butt.
As we were driving home, Samina patted my face. "I'm glad you need this. I'm going to enjoy humiliating you! It's such a power rush, so arousing and erotic! I would never have thought it possible."
In fact, Arvind fucked Samina about once a week after that for more than a year. Eventually Arvind got himself fired, for sexual harassment, of all things, of another woman in his office, and moved back to India to teach at a university there. But that year was an excruciating mixture of agony and arousal for me, taking Samina to Arvind's house and watching him fuck her dozens of times. Knowing Chetan and Rakesh probably joined them and used her mouth several times. I often saw Chetan and Rakesh at business shows and presentations, and they always gave me this knowing, sardonic smile. It was awful. It was also wonderful. Shortly after Arvind moved away, Samina lost touch with Chetan and Rakesh, and I have no idea what became of them. Samina did tell me that while they got to face fuck her many times, they never pussy fucked her.
Samina, of course, was true to her word—she certainly never even considered leaving me for for one of her lovers, something she was quite clear about at all times. "I just want him to fuck me," she would often say, "and it's as much for you as it is for me, isn't it?" something I had to admit was true enough. But she also told me, every time she was with one of them, that as much as she loved me, she knew why Pushpa had wanted to sleep with other men too, she really understood. "I share one thing in common with Pushpa," she would tell me often. "My lovers fuck me better than you ever did, I cum harder for them than I ever had for you."
Now if you are wondering whether the re-introduction of Pushpa to the story is just a coincidence, you would be wrong. In fact throughout the entire process Pushpa was Samina's confidant, advisor, inspiration, and cheerleader! You see Pushpa was, and is to this day, a genius when it comes to understanding people, particularly men. That is why she chose to get a PhD in psychology and then went on to join the corporate world. It should come as no surprise that she was incredibly successful in international business, and today is the Chief Operating Officer or one of the world's largest multi-national conglomerates. In her three daughters I see a lot of her, and I can't help but wonder just how much like their mother they really are.

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You see, unknown to me, whenever Samina felt any doubts, she would reach out to Pushpa, with the result that the two of them were soon best of friends. In fact they say they are sisters. Samina says she feels closer to Pushpa than to any her sisters, and Pushpa for her part says, that while she is happy she was an only child, in Samina she has found a woman who is the ideal sister.

Of course, thus far I was not aware of this budding friendship between my wife and my ex-girlfriend. But shortly after Samina's time with Arvind, things started to become apparent. I was to find out that fucking Arvind, and humiliating me the way she did, were both ideas suggested to Samina by Pushpa!
“Guess, who will be visiting us for about 10 days starting Friday?” Samina asked one Monday morning, while we ate breakfast before heading off to our respective jobs.
“Hmmm,” I said, trying to think, and soon realizing that I had no idea. “I'm sorry sweetie but I don't know. You never told me.”
Samina laughed. “Of course I didn't silly. I wanted it to be be a surprise.”
“Okay, so surprise me, who is coming over for to spend 10 days with us?” I laughed.
“Take a wild guess!” Samina teased me.
“Oh come on Samina, you know I don't have a clue, plus we will be late for work if we keep playing this game.” I was getting a little annoyed that Samina was being so cagey.
“Hmmm....maybe I'll wait till Friday and let you see for yourself.” Samina giggled, you know her naughty giggle.
“Is it a former lover, Raj, Steve, someone else?” I asked hopefully.
“Nope, none of them.” Samina said simply, finishing up her coffee and standing up.
“Then tell me, please!!” I pleaded.
Samina laughed again. “I think it will be better as surprise, so sweetie please wait till Friday afternoon, we'll go to the airport together.”
I knew that once her mind is made up, Samina is impossible to budge, so I gave her a resigned nod of agreement.
The week just seemed to drag by. I racked my brain, trying to figure who the mystery guest was. I knew that no family members were possible, as Samina was not making any preparations for their unique needs. So it had to be a friend or friends. But who? Samina had ruled out any of her past lovers, so it had to be someone else, I just couldn't figure out who that might be.
Leading up to Friday, Samina seemed to be very horny. I gave her lots of oral sex, but did not get anything in return, as expected. She did not even touch my penis. In fact that Monday night, as we were about to start making out she said, “oh remember to put on a condom.”
“Are you planning to let me fuck you?” I asked hopefully.
“Of course not silly, I thought we discussed this. I just don't want you to have an accident and mess up the bed and me too. Plus I don't want your penis touching me anywhere, the condom will be like a shield between me and your little useless weenie!” Samina laughed.
So I put on a condom and proceeded to pleasure Samina as best as I could. We started out with me on top kissing her all over, playing with Samina's breasts, massaging them, and her back, and buttocks. Then I worked my down. You see Samina does not like going straight to getting oral sex, she like a little build up. And I love doing that so it was great. She liked it a lot, as she said, “oh Umer, your tongue is magical! What you lack in the penis pleasure department, your surely make up for in the tongue pleasure arena!”
I must have given Samina oral sex for nearly an hour that night. We had discovered earlier, that if she lay on the edge of the bed with her feet on the ground, I could position myself between her legs and give her oral pleasure for a longer, as my neck would not get tired as quickly. So that is how we did it since. My tongue fortunately had developed the stamina to go on for a long time too.
Throughout all this, my penis did not have any skin to skin contact with Samina, of course it touched her often, but the condom acted as the shield that she had said it would. Then when she was done, Samina said, “ohhh Umer, thanks! That was great.” She moved up the bed and lay on her back, eyes closed. “Sweetie I know you must be aching for relief, why don't you go to the washroom and jerk off into the toilet.”
Well I did just that! Shooting off a jet of cum into the toilet. So tired was I that I forgot to flush. Samina did that the next morning. And over breakfast she laughed and told me, “that is where your cum belongs cucky, not in me! Hmm, I think I like the sound of that I think I will call you cucky, or better yet T.C for total cuckold! T.C. Is a common nickname so won't raise any eyebrows, and if someone other than my lovers asks what it means, I'll simply say it means The Champ! On yeah thats a great idea!” Samina laughed.
I felt my dick start to grow hard at her words. Samina really knew how to push my buttons!
Anyway, the rest of the week was a repeat of Monday. The nights were fun for me, the days were long and dragging. But, finally Friday rolled around. I spent the day counting the hours and around 4:00 pm left the office, headed for the airport, picking up Samina along the way. Around 5:30 pm we were at the airport, and despite my pleas, Samina refused the reveal who our mystery guest was.
“Don't worry T.C,” Samina giggled. “You don't have much longer to wait, our guest should be out any minute.”
I almost jumped out of my skin when she called me T.C. It was such a charged nickname in my mind. At the same time, I was nervously excited at the prospect of meeting our guest. The fact that Samina had chosen to hide the guests identity did not bode well, and I was sure the guest was someone with whom Samina had confided regarding our lifestyle, and my perverted needs, which had meshed so neatly with her own, only she did not think of her own desires as being perverted.
It must have been no more than 5 more minutes when I saw Samina lift her arm and wave towards the crowd of passengers exiting. I immediately looked over to try and pick out who she was gesturing too, and initially could not make it out in the crowd. But finally I saw an arm waving back at us, and my mouth dropped open, and I heard a snort of laughter escape from Samina
The arm waving back us, belonged to none other than my ex-girlfriend Pushpa. She was smiling, and walking next to her, pulling a suitcase was man who was very similar to me in physical appearance. I immediately guessed that he was Pushpa's husband. I was in a state of semi-shock. Suddenly Samina's reasons for being coy all week made sense, but I have a million questions that needed to be answered.
Eventually Pushpa and her husband were right upon us. Pushpa and Samina hugged and kissed like sisters who had not seen each other in a long time. Pushpa introduced her husband to me. His name was Afzal. I saw a lot myself in him, and was convinced there and then that he was a cuckold, just like me. Well maybe not exactly like me, even more so, for Pushpa was an expert, and made Samina look like a novice.
On the drive home, Pushpa and Samina sat at the back chattering away about all sorts of things, but nothing of a sexual nature at all. Afzal and I made small talk. I learnt that Afzal was from Lahore, and had met Pushpa at mutual friends place and they had gotten married only a few months later. Afzal mentioned that his family had opposed the marriage outright at first, but when he had gone ahead and done it anyway, they had essentially disowned him.
I wanted to ask him why he had gone against the pressure, but did not do so. It was clear from his manner that he was totally taken by Pushpa, and would move heaven and Earth for her. I was convinced that he was a cuckold too, but of course could not confirm that. I was sure that before they went back home, all would be clear.
We stopped at a Starbucks drive through to pick up some frappacino's, and suddenly our conversation was interrupted by a laughing Pushpa, “so Umer, Samina tells me that Arvind enjoyed her charms too?”
I nearly chocked on my coffee, and Samina laughed out loud. “Oh Pushpa!”
I really did not what to say, so I said, “yeah, she had a great time with him and his friends!”
Both the ladies laughed at that, and I noticed Afzal staring stonily straight ahead. Almost like he was trying not to listen to our conversation.
“Well it looks like Arvind likes taking your women, remember how he did me, and how you could not stop hearing about it from me?” Pushpa laughed.
I could only nod, trying to make it look like I was paying attention to the road. The truth was that we had long ago left the highway, and were on a deserted side road that led to our house.
“Samina tells me she did have a great time, and she was really proud of how well you took, like a real man!” Pushpa laughed again.
Nervously, I glanced towards Afzal.
“Of don't worry about his, he knows it all. He has seen me with many lovers, including Arvind, haven't you darling?” Pushpa said confidently.
“Yes darling.” Afzal replied crisply.
“I am sorry that Afzal won't be able to spend too much time with us this week. He has to go to Miami for a week-long conference,” Pushpa explained. “So he will only have this weekend, and the next with us, during the week he will be in Miami.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. My impression of Afzal was confirmed, and I was also certain that Samina and Pushpa would have cooked up something for me. It was a nagging feeling, and I knew that they were going to have a good time at my expense. I did not mind, both women knew and understood me perfectly, and having Pushpa leading Samina along could only be for the best.
That evening we had an early dinner, after which Pushpa and Afzal excused themselves. They had been on the road since 5 am that morning and by 8 pm could barely stay awake, so retired for the night. Samina and I stayed up till around 10 pm before we too went to sleep.
The next morning, Samina and Pushpa headed off to the mall to spend the day shopping and chatting, while Afzal and I decided to go sailing. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time. The interesting thing was that while Afzal and I talked about many things, not once did the subject of being cuckolds come up. We shared a lot of the same interests, so had a lot of other, potentially less embarrassing things to talk about. You see that early in our friendship, I suppose it was still a little discomforting to talk about sexual matters, even thought we knew full well that we were cuckolds.
That evening we went out for dinner, and spent a wonderful night, enjoying some great wine and italian food. Again, the conversations was very normal. I mean just the kind of conversation you'd expect when friends got together.
In bed, Samina told me that Pushpa had something special planned for them for the next couple of days. When I asked what that might be, Samina said that Pushpa had told her, but had asked that it be kept secret from me until after. I immediately knew that Pushpa must have something sexual planned, and keeping it secret from me was only because she did not want me to think that I had a right to know what Samina was up to When we were still dating, and Pushpa had started fucking around, she had told me that as far as she was concerned I had given up all right to demand information from her, and anything about her encounters she shared with me was because that was what she wanted. So often she would just tell me that she had slept with someone and not any accompanying details. In fact sometimes it could be weeks after she had fucked a guy when she would casually say something like, “oh I forgot to tell you, I spent the afternoon with X a couple of weeks ago.” That was it, nothing more. Anyway, after Pushpa and Afzal left, Samina told me exactly what happened.
The next day, Afzal went off to Miami for his conference. And as he kissed Pushpa good-bye, she rather cryptically said, “well I know you won't be getting into any trouble, you can't!” And then she laughed, winking at Samina. Poor Afzal's face reddened, and Samina laughed, “don't worry Umer will be that way soon too!”
I was a little confused as to what they were talking about, and had a horrible premonition that whatever it was, it could not possibly be good for me. I spent the rest of the day wondering what Pushpa could have possibly meant, and why Samina was so enthusiastic about it, but to no avail.
Anyway, whatever Pushpa meant was to be revealed to me in a few days. In the meantime, Pushpa had plans for Samina. I think it better to keep things in sequence, and tell you what happened next, even though Samina related it to me after Pushpa and Afzal had departed, by which time I was fully aware of what Pushpa had meant when said goodbye to Afzal.
Put simply Pushpa wanted Samina to accompany her to Nikkis Blow Job Cafe. Yeah, that's right, a blow job cafe. You see, recently it had opened with a great deal of fan fare. The city of course, had tried to have it shut down, using anti-prostitution laws, but the owners were able to show that there really was no prostitution going on there at all. Put simply, men and women would go there, to receive and give blow jobs. Food was also served and no money exchanged hands between the blow job provider and receiver. It was a purely consensual activity between two adults, specially since women were not required to give blow jobs, they could simply go there for the food, and by all accounts the food was delicious. After her visit there, Samina told me, that the food was complimentary for women who willingly gave blow jobs, apparently, for men, there was a pretty hefty cover charge which more than made up for the food the women consumed. In fact even if a woman chose not to give blow jobs, it was not uncommon for some guy to pick up her tab.
Pushpa had heard of the cafe, when its opening had made national headlines, and had stayed there throughout the city's losing battle to shut it down. Well knowing Pushpa, you will not be surprised to hear that she really wanted to visit the cafe, hence her trip to see us. Samina had known all along, and happily agreed to accompany Pushpa to the cafe. Although, Samina told me that she, herself was not so certain she wanted to go there to give blow jobs, as she preferred 1-on-1 action and just blowing guys did not seem all that exciting. Hah! Little did she know! Pushpa had it all figured out!
Of course, it goes without saying that all the men there were well endowed. That is hardly surprising, since under-endowed men would be less than likely to get services, and more importantly have their ego's seriously bruised, being surrounded by much larger men.
For their lunch date at the Cafe, Pushpa had dressed as sexily as you can imagine, and ultra-short miniskirt, with matching low cut, tight halter top. Samina on the hand was dressed almost conservatively compared to that, in a pair of mid-tight length tight shorts, and a spaghetti strap top. I started to get an erection watching the women leave. I was working from home that day, the plant undergoing a safety inspection by our outside auditors, and my presence was not needed.
It was on our way back from the airport after we had dropped off Pushpa and Afzal, that Samina told me what happened.
“So how are things going?” Samina giggled as she squeezed my crotch gently.
“Hmm... Fine I guess.” I said softly.
“Good! I am glad!” Samina said happily.
Unlike the drive from the airport after picking up Pushpa and Afzal, when the highway was completely clear, this time around it was a nightmare. There had a been a 12 car pile up that had reduced the highway to just one open lane, and the traffic was crawling. A distance that would have normally taken us less than 20 minutes to do, had already taken more than hour.
“God, how much longer will be stuck here?” Samina sounded mad.
“Well the radio just said that it could be a while, they are still clearing things up. It could easily be another hour before we got home.”
Samina sighed a little. “Damn!”
We were silent for a while, just sitting on the highway, listen to the radio blare out tunes, when Samina suddenly perked up and said, “you want to hear what happened when we went to the Cafe?”
I had been on the verge of falling asleep, and Samina's words jolted me wide-awake. “Of course!” I said enthusiastically, making Samina laugh.
And so she began her story. I should warn you, that in this story, it is Pushpa, and not Samina who is the heroine.
"Anyway,” Samina started. “On our cab ride there, Pushpa was clearly excited, she did not even bother to hide it. In fact when she gave the cabbie the address of our destinatin he gave her a knowing look and she quite shamelessly told him that yes she was going there to give blow jobs, and then just to tease him added that if he was good boy, she would give him one too if he was lucky enough to drive us back home. Well that is how our day started!” Samina laughed.
I laughed too. Pushpa's behavior was hardly surprising. She was always bold and fearless, and didn't care what anyone thought or her. To her, if people had any negative feelings or opinions of her, that was their problem not hers. Plus being an exceptional student all her life, and then an incredibly successful professional, wife, and mother, was all the approbation, and gratification she really ever needed.
“I see,” I laughed. “Were you embarrassed?”
“Nah!” Samina said. “I didn't care if he thought I was going there for that purpose too, specially, since I was not sure if I would do it or no. Besides, it was Pushpa he was paying attention to anyway.”
“True, dressed the way she was, I am sure it was difficult for the poor cabbie to keep his eyes off her.” I said.
“Yeah,” Samina laughed, “he kept taking peeks at her in the rearview mirror.”
“Anyway, the drive to Cafe took about 30 minutes and in that time Pushpa chattered away about just how much she was looking forward to it and how she hoped I would join her.”
“And what was the cabbie doing all this time?” I laughed. I imagined that had been in his place, I would have had a very tough time driving.
Samina laughed too. “Well fortunately once we got off the highway, the street was clear so he did not hit anything, even though quite a few times he swerved a little.”
I laughed again. “Well at least he got you the cafe safe and sound!”
“Yeah, that he did.” Samina said.
“So what was the place like?” I asked.
“Well from the outside it looked like any other restaurant, except it had darkened windows from which you could see outside, but not in. The building itself was a simple one, painted white, and in order to please city hall, they had changed the name to Nikki's Cafe. Nothing exceptional or outstanding about the outside.” Samina explained.
The traffic started to move a little , so Samina stopped her story, but soon we were stopped again.
“Were you hesitant going in?” I asked.
“Not at all, I mean its not like I haven't sucked dicks. It's just that like I said, I prefer one on one action, group stuff is not my thing. Plus giving blow jobs as part of being in bed with someone is fun, and I enjoy it immensely. But I wasn't sure if I would enjoy it as much, just giving blow jobs casually, although Pushpa had told me that if feels great!”

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Well she would know I guess.” I laughed a little.

“Anyway we entered, and the place was done up very nicely with low lighting, and beautiful decor. Expensive decor! There were table all around, and the decor was very nice indeed! And I was surprised to see the number of women there. I thought the place would be overrun by guys, but there were at least as many women as there were men.” Samina told me.
“Really? Wow!” I too was surprised, as I had expected the same thing that Samina had. “And were the blow jobs galore?”
“No, you see the tables were laid out in the center of the large room. There were private curtain covered areas all around. Women who wanted to give blow jobs were given those.” Samina explained.
I tried to picture the place. It sounded classy, and designed to make people feel comfortable. “What was the crowd like?”
“Well I saw men and women. The women were not all beautiful or with perfect figures, some were quite obese actually, and the men were not all handsome. So basically you had normal, everyday people there.” Samina said, sounding a little surprised.
“Interesting!” I mumbled. I had expected there to be far more men than women, and the men to good-looking hunks, and the women to be scantily dressed floozies.
“Yeah! Anyway, we got to the maitre'd and Pushpa smiled, looked at her straight in the eyes and rather loudly pronounced, 'Hi, I'm here to give blow jobs please!'” Samina laughed.
“And how did the maitre'd respond?” I laughed.
“Oh she was very professional, like what Pushpa had said was the most normal thing in the world. She simply said 'very good ma'am, a private room has just become available, would you please accompany me?' And we followed her to a lovely room, which was very cleverly laid out.” Samina explained.
“Cleverly?” I asked, a little confused.
“Yes,” Samina said. “There was table for two, in corner. You had to step down to get to the table and take a seat. But the level was such that your face would be at a level that was very close to where a guy's dick would be if he were standing on the step.”
“Nicely done,” I said. “But I wonder if the city health department approves of having a penis in such close proximity to food?” I laughed.
“It hardly matters, considering that any woman in the room probably would not care!” Samina laughed, and I agreed with her.
“So what next?” I asked.
“Well, Pushpa ordered a couple of bottles of water, a cappucino and some light sandwiches, and we settled ourselves at the table, and talked. Pushpa was clearly excited and kept peeking at the closed curtain.” Samina snickered.
“Boy, she really wanted to suck cock!” I said laughed.
“That she did! Pushpa tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. 'I would love to suck some large cocks today!' and I laughed and said, I am sure you will!”
I laughed again. “And what were you feeling Samina?”
Samina thought a little. “Nothing much, I was just enjoying Pushpa's anticipation.”
“Hmmm,” I said, a little surprised, as I had expected Samina to be drawn in by Pushpa. “I see.”
“Anyway, the coffee, and sandwiches arrived. And Pushpa drank some water. Then a waiter came in and told us that if we wanted to proceed with blow jobs, we would have to leave the curtain open so that men could see us and request to be serviced. If we changed our minds at any time, all we had to do was leave the booth, finally if one of us blow anyone for at least 15 minutes, we would be requested to vacate the booth so that someone waiting might use it.”
“Wow!” I said it all sounded so clinical, yet sexy.
Samina went on, “Pushpa thoughtfully added,'I think, I'll do all the sucking, blowing, and jacking-off, thanks. I really want to give a hands-on, slobbery bee-jay!' I just laughed and said, lucky guy!”
"High-quality stuff," I observed with a snicker.
“Yes, very high!” Samina said.
“Then what?” I asked, wanting the narrative to move along.
“In the mean time, I looked around. The booth walls were transparent so I could see what was happening in the other booths on our side.” Samina said.
“And what did you see?” I asked excitedly, my penis in pain!
“Well, I saw a woman sitting at her table, moaning steadily, bobbing her mouth, sloppily up and down a white guys, curved thick, long staff. The blow job she was performing was loud and full of wet 'Sluuuuuuuuuurp-urp-urppp,' sound effects.”
“Wow, you could hear that?” I asked, shocked.
“Yeah sure,” Samina, “the partition between the booths was just a simple, thin sheet of glass. The curtains kept people in the dining room from seeing in the booths, but once you were in a booth, you could everything.”
"Anyway, 'that chick loves sucking cock, she is going to pop his balls inside out with how hard she's sucking and blowing that cock-pop! You blow, girl!' giggled Pushpa, in a horny near-delirium!” Samina laughed.
“I bet she was!” I laughed.
Samina ignored what I had said, and continued. “We could hear the steady slurps of women performing blowjobs and begging for cum-shots and loads to swallow. The words cock, suck , blow job, big penis, and swallow, seemed to be mentioned continuously, all over the place. I counted at least 15 blowjobs being given, the café was filled with sucking and smacking noises, women moaning with meat in their mouths, and waiters reviewing blowjob options on the menu for new customers.”
“Wow, it must have been so sexually charged!” I breathed, trying to imagine the scene.
“One table had a couple of women, sharing both cock and balls, one sucking hungrily on the ball sack while the other fellated the meat. They were practically -gobbling- his cock and balls down. And by the we left the place, there were at least 5 women waiting for booths to empty so they could go in!” Samina said.
"Wow, there were a lot of women here to suck cock! This place must have been almost packed. Did they have enough cocks for this many women to suck?” I asked.
“Of course, it was like a blowjob factory there!" Samina said.
I took a deep breath, this was getting too much for me and my poor cock! I wondered if Samina realized the effect her story was having on me, or if she even cared!
“We noticed a bubbly group of 3 young girls, probably around 18 or 19, Two were sitting on the chairs sipping coffee, and the third was leaning against the back wall. They were squawking noisily as a good looking black man entered their booth. He smiled as his fat, swollen penis flopped out of his trousers.”
"'Oooh, nice fat cock!' Pushpa licked her lips, greedily. And I laughed.” Samina snickered.
"I heard one of the girls excitedly say, 'I want to blow him first!' She stuffed her hair quickly into a funky pony-tail. 'Greedy little cocksucker, isn't she'" Pushpa giggled. I wonder if she's any good?' She sipped her water. 'Why hasn't anyone come here yet, we have been here more than 15 minutes!' Pushpa sounded annoyed at having gone so long without arousing the interest of any of the men present, although I noticed that several were looking into our booth with interest.”
I laughed at that. Pushpa was always the impatient sort.
"I heard one of the girls say, 'Ashley you always hog all the BJs! Let me suck it for more than 5 seconds, for once!' Her indignant friend slapped her hand playfully off the man's scrotum, where Ashley, was tugging heartily on his ball sack in a pre-blowjob warm-up. The third friend was looking up at the guy, smiling, while her friend Ashley hungrily bobbed her head up and down on his erect pole slurping contentedly.”
I took another deep breath, and felt so envious of the man. How lucky he was to be so well-endowed.
"I saw Pushpa staring at the show hungrily. 'What a slut! She's sucks a lot of dick, definitely.' Pushpa was impressed with her prowess at giving blowjobs, being so young. Frankly so was I. Girls suck so much cock these days! I need to catch up!" Samina giggled.
“You little slut!” I giggled at lovely wife.
“Why, thank you for that compliment, darling.” Samina laughed.
“My pleasure sweetie, now go on with the story!” I said quickly.
"Oh yeah, we got so involved in watching the three teenagers, that we did not see a man enter our booth and pull the curtain closed. It was when he cheerfully said 'good afternoon ladies,' that we were startled back to our own reality. I noticed I had been getting hot and wet between my legs, and from the flush look on Pushpa's face, knew she too was feeling something similar.”
"'Hi!' I said, as Pushpa licked her lips and looked hungrily at the man.” Samina said, and then went on. "'Would either of you ladies be interested?' He asked as he unzipped his fly and pulled out a thick, blunt penis. The balls were swollen and tight.”
Before Samina said anything else, I pictured Pushpa jumping up.
"'Yes, please! Load it up!' Pushpa leaned forward, looking intently at his straight, round cock. She was staring at it like she would devour it whole!” Samina laughed.
“Oh, and weren't you tempted?” I asked.
“Of course I was, it was such a beautiful cock, I wanted to reach out and touch it, kiss it, lick it, swallow it, but decided that Pushpa needed it more.” Samina said very seriously.
I laughed at that. Pushpa was always a sucker for big cocks, literally and figuratively.
"Pushpa looked at the lovely penis long and hard. 'I love big cocks! I could blow then everyday!' The man smiled and started stroking his large penis steadily, aiming the glans of his cock towards Pushpa's mouth. I looked at them with rapt attention.” Samina said.
I nodded and didn't say anything.
"Pushpa lovingly caressed the cock in front of her and said, 'you have a really nice cock. I hope you gets lots of blow jobs?' The man smiled, and said, 'I usually have my penis sucked by at least 6 or 7 times a week, since I started coming here. No shortage of beautiful sluts willing to pleasure me that way!' He looked straight at Pushpa, and smiled.” Samina had her eyes closed, and I noticed she was squeezing her thighs together.
"I could not help myself and asked him, do the women usually swallow?" Samina said her eyes partly open, looking at the sky.
“And what did he say to that?” I asked.
"He said, 'yes always. Cum-swallowing blowjobs see to be the specialty, of the women who frequent this place!' He laughed and added, 'lucky for me!' All of us laughed, and then Pushpa wiggled her nose at him, and said, 'awesome! I'm looking forward to your load, then!' And she then attacked the cock as if her life depended on sucking it dry!”
I could not help but laugh at that, even though imagining that sight my poor penis throb and try to break free. If I could have, I would have ripped open my jeans there and then, and tried to set my cock free, but alas.....
Samina continued. “The man tugged sternly on his cock, grunting conservatively, shooting a thick, ropey jet of semen into Pushpa who struggled to cope with the suddenness, and the amount of the ejaculate. It was generous load that Pushpa swallowed and licked up. 'Ooo! Thick cum. I love it'! Pushpa laughed, coyly, as she licked her lips and the mans still hard cock clean, stuck her tongue out to show his cum on it and then swallowed it all one gulp! 'Delicious!' Pushpa laughed and took a deep breath.”
I almost exploded in my pants, my only regret was that it was Pushpa and not Samina doing the honors. Pushpa as nothing to me, her blowing another man in a public place meant nothing. On the other hand Samina doing it was erotic as hell.

"I smiled at him as he zipped up his pants, and he smiled back. Then he looked at Pushpa and said, 'thank you very much. By the way, my name is Nick. I hope I will run into you again.' Then he turned around and walked out, opening the curtain behind him as he waved at us one last time.” Samina looked at me and smiled.
My throat was dry, and my mind playing a movie of what I imagined happened at the Cafe.
"Anyway, Pushpa was silent for a few minutes, and I let her recover. Then she looked up at me expectantly, and I told her exactly what she wanted to hear! I said, 'I am so ready to suck cock!' And Pushpa laughed. Well it was the truth, I really feel that way!" Samina looked at me and smiled that I-am-serious-as-hell smile.
My penis throbbed even more and I cursed the position I was in. Damn that Pushpa and her crazy ideas! If she had been there at that moment, I would probably have strangled her. It was all her fault that I was in this predicament!
"'Oh, and I see you like to talk dirty while you give a blowjob?' I told Pushpa, who laughed and said, 'I love it. I'm a dirty-talking, dick-sucking, cum-swallowing, blowjob slut!' Pushpa laughed and made a giving-a-blowjob gesture with her hand and mouth, bugging her eyes out while sucking the imaginary penis.” Samina laughed and made the same gesture at me.
Then she continued, “the young girls who were squabbling over sucking their man's oversized penis were working it to near-ejaculation, now. 'I'm gonna swallow the cum this time, okay?' the slightly demure, aloof-looking girl half-demanded. She noisily popped the man's slick and swollen cock out of her mouth, playing with herself unashamedly with a hand down the front of her shorts. Her eye-liner was a little smudged and she had saliva all over her lips and chin; hers and her friends' spit. She had his balls cupped tightly.” Samina snickered. “'Those girls can really blow a big one! Wow!' Pushpa exclaimed.”
I thought I sensed some envy in Samina's voice, so I asked her, “did you envy the young girls?”
Samina thought a little then said, “well yes, in a way I did! It's such a shame that I spent my teen years not sexually active at all. A time of life when I should have been having unadulterated, unencumbered by any of life's burdens fun! I wished that I could have been one of those girls when I was that young. How lucky to be that free to enjoy life, and just live for fun!”
“I know darling, but at least you are making up for it now!” I said, trying to make Samina feel better.
“I know that sweetie, and thank you for letting me do so, but still I can't help but feel a little regretful.” Samina sighed and ticked the back of my neck.
I looked over at Samina and smiled at her. That was her cue to go on.
"We watched the young girls help their friend jerk out a sizeable load onto her expectant tongue. We could hear the girl moaning softly as milky cum shot into her wide-open mouth. It was so erotic! I wished I had a cock in my mouth too.” Samina said.
Then she went on, “well I did not have to wait long, as another man walked into our booth, and pulled the curtain closed. He smiled at us, and I saw Pushpa point him towards me with her eyes. He looked at me and smiled again, before quietly unbuckling his belt; he undid and quickly lowered his jeans, revealing a very veiny, and nice sized circumcised cock, with a massive head. It looked delicious.”
I looked over and saw, that Samina had her eyes closed and that her thighs were clenched together.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

“I took the thick, veiny cock in my hand and caressed it gently, making the man moan. Then I licked it all over, kissing it occasionally. I my haze, I heard Pushpa say, 'that's it sis, make it a real throat job!' I assumed she was recommending a balls-deep blowjob. Then she added, 'good luck throating that!' And she was right, there was no way I could take all of it, though I tried hard, it was just too long and thick!”
I laughed a little at that. Pushpa was perfect!
“I then attacked the lovely cock, making Pushpa giggle a lot and the man moan. I didn't care how I might have looked to someone watching our booth, all I wanted was to pleasure that lovely cock. I finally understood what Pushpa meant, it truly was wonderful giving a blowjob like that. It felt slutty, dirty, erotic, and right all at the same time. I loved it!” Samina had her eyes closed again.
“Suddenly, I felt the veins go stiff, and the cock twitch in my mouth, and a hard gush of thick fluid shoot to the back of my mouth, choking me a little. I tried to pull away, but he held my head hard, so I opened my mouth and let some of his cum flow out, and I could breath again. After several shots, he was done and pulled out. Well as always, I licked his cock clean, and his cum from around my lips. It was an amazing sensation, to be so used like that! I cannot tell you how arousing it was, I could feel my panties damp.” Samina had her eyes closed and was not applying pressure to her crotch area with her fingers. I would have helped out, but at that moment the traffic suddenly started to move and in that heavy volume, I had to pay attention to the road carefully.
So I contended myself to just listen to Samina as she continued with her story. “I could taste a remnant of the salty-sweet load I just swallowed. I looked up to see the man, pull up his pants, turn around and walk away. No thank you or any words were exchanged, he had got what he wanted and left. I felt so used and abused, but loved it.” Samina said dreamily, her hand now rubbing the crotch of her shorts.
“I took me a few minutes to recover, as I drank some coffee, and Pushpa watched me with a bemused look on her face.” Samina said. “Then I asked her, 'Pushpa, how do you suck cock all the way down to the balls like that? You give really freaky deep-throat blowjobs. You gotta teach me!'”
I snickered a that. Pushpa had years of experience, whereas Samina was still a comparative novice. “What did Pushpa say to that?”
“Well,” Samina started, “she said that it took practice, and I would eventually get the hand of it. Truly taking big cocks deep in ones' mouth is an art that requires practice, of course, there is only so much a woman can take down her throat, but with with practice the tolerance range can become quite impressively wide!”
“I see,” I said. I knew Pushpa was correct.
“Well, Pushpa blew 4 more guys, and I, 3 that afternoon, before deciding to call it a day. When we asked for our check, the maitre'd cheerfully told us that it had been taken care of, and left it at that. Pushpa did compliment on my technique and how willing I was to give blow jobs, she said to her the hardest hurdle to overcome is the one that makes women hate the taste, smell, and texture of cum. She told me that she had now reached a point where she loved it all, and associated it with pleasure. And you know she has blown over 150 guys!”
“Wow!” I exclaimed. That number was very large, but with Pushpa I could well believe it.
“Anyway, we came out of the Cafe, and guess what?” Samina smiled.
“What?” I asked quickly.
“The cabbie who drove us there was also the one to drive us back, he never left after dropping us! Just waited for us to come back out! Isn't that amazing?” Samina sounded happy.
“Yes, it does.” I agreed.
“After we got in the cab, the cabbie turned to Pushpa and said I had a been a good boy, no where is my reward?” Samina laughed.
“The cheek of the man!” I said.
“Well Pushpa just laughed at him, and said her mouth was tired from all the guys she had blown in the Cafe. Then she pointed at me and told him that I had not blown as many guys so would probably be a better pick than her.” Samina told me, as the traffic ground to a halt again, and my penis twitched and ached to be set free and fondled.
"Then Pushpa said, 'besides, this bitch loves blowing black cock...she's a fiend!' I laughed and you should have seen the look on the cabbies face, it was priceless.”
I laughed. “I bet it was, so then?”
"Well, he drove the cab to a secluded corner at the back of the Cafe. Actually it was an alcove between the backs of two buildings, and very private. He parked there and told me to move the front, as he unzipped his pants.” Samina had that aroused look in her eyes, as she spoke to me.
“I think went over to the front, and saw that he already had his cock out, it was kinda small for black guy, but was not what would be called small in general. I got in and went to work on it right away. Slurping and sucking the cock gleefully. I also swirled my tongue wetly around his rather large balls.” Samina said.
"Of course." I added with a laugh. “Can't ignore the balls!”
“I swallowed his whole black ball sack, and sucked it aggressively, making loud Sokkk, sokkk, sokkk noises! All men love a good dick-sucking, and the cabbie was no exception, he was purring with pleasure, as my saliva made his cock glisten. I teased the underside, the hole, and head of the penis with the tip of my tongue, as he moaned, groaned, and finally held on to my hair. 'Ma'am, I'm going to cum in your mouth, shortly. Please get ready to swallow. It's quite a load!” He was so polite! And I redoubled my efforts.” Samina was licking her her lips as she told me what she did to the cabbie.
“I looked up and saw Pushpa leaning over the front seat looking at us. She winked at me and gave me a smile. My eyes were watering, and I switched exclusively to deep-throating the cock, as best as I could, down to the balls and back, to the balls and back, to the balls and back, feeling her throat expand with his foot-long meat stuffing her well-trained mouth and throat. His low-hanging balls smacked wetly against my chin, and he paned 'I'm gonna blow my load in your mouth!”
I had started to breathe heavily as Samina's description of the afternoon took its toll on me. Thankfully, the traffic was still stopped. I was almost panting, and dying to touch my cock, which throbbed in my tight underwear.
"'Mmmmmmmmm.' The drive grabbed my hair hard, and war pumped a fat, warm load of cum directly down my throat. I happily continued to swallow and suck the seed out of his balls. Fortunately the amount was not too much and I could swallow it almost as fast as he was gushing it into my mouth.” Samina sighed happily. “I drained his cock, relishing the warm pumps of cum, it was warm, gooey, and delicious! And then it was done, he lifted my head up and said 'thank you lady, that was great! The ride home is on me!'”
“So you got a free ride home? Not bad payment for a blowjob!” I laughed.
“Yeah we did!” Samina sounded a little annoyed at my interruption. “Pushpa patted on the head and told me what a great job I did. That made me feel quite proud and happy. Her approval means a lot to me you know! I licked off and swallowed the last of the cabbies cum before joining Pushpa at the back, and soon we were driving back home.”
“Pushpa kept complimenting me on what a great job I did on the cabbie. And I told her truth, that it was my pleasure to blow him, that made the cabbie laugh and say that it was his pleasure too.” Samina said, as the traffic finally started to move freely. “I am going to go back to the Cafe often, it is a great place to go have fun! And giving blowjobs can be so much fun!” Samina said and my penis must have jumped a mile, or at least as high as it could in its present state of imprisonment.
Since then Samina has been back to the Cafe quite regularly, mostly alone, but occasionally with Pushpa (who visits us at least once a year now), or with other friends who are in a similar relationship to ours. And as you would expect, the Cafe did very well financially, then won all their legal challenges and were eventually left alone by the city administration, in fact it is said that it is now a favorite haunt of security officer officers, and even many politicians (who visit it secretly as often as possible). Samina claims to have blown several.
After hearing all about their time at the Cafe, I was so horny, it was a miracle that I got us back home in one piece, as it was a herculean task for me to concentrate on driving and not on the images that were flashing through my mind. But fortunately I was able to get us home safe and sound.
Anyway, as I said earlier, I had broken the timing of my narrative by giving you details of Samina and Pushpa's visit to the Cafe. A lot had happened before then, and I will now take you back in time, before the Cafe episode so you may develop a fuller picture of all that happened while Pushpa was with us.
You already know that Samina had shared every detail our life with Pushpa, who had in effect become her teacher and friend all rolled into one. It was on Pushpa's advice that Samina had stopped all sexual intercourse with me, even going to far as not wanting any skin to skin contact with my penis. Now lest you think that Samina was some poor woman being led around by Pushpa, you would be wrong. Pushpa could only give Samina advice, it was up to Samina to act on it. And act on it she did gleefully.
The evening after Afzal left for Miami, Samina and Pushpa decided to stay in and talk. They opened up a bottle of vintage red wine, cooked some delicious Italian food and sat in the kitchen drinking, and eating. I figured the women probably would not welcome my presence, so after spending about 30 minutes or so chatting with them after the meal, I left them alone, and spent the time watching a replay of an old Pakistan-India cricket match on one of the desi channels we had subscribed to.
But my mind was not focused on the match! It was on the kitchen! I could not make out a word of what the ladies were talking about, but I could their loud laughter, which was taking place quite frequently. That convinced me that they were talking about Afzal and myself, and our roles in their sex lives. I poured myself a snifter of cognac and decided to try and get some office work done in my study. With the door closed, I could not even hear their laughter, which helped immeasurably with my concentration.
In fact so engrossed did I get in my work, that I did not hear Samina enter the study. It was when she quietly placed her hand on my shoulder that I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked up to see her smiling face.
“Oh hi honey!” I said, noticing that my snifter was now empty. “Having a nice time with Pushpa?”
“Am I ever!” Samina laughed. “That is one amazing lady. I am shocked you left her to marry me, she seems like she would have made the ideal wife!”
I looked lovingly at Samina, and said, “well I admit that I was not too happy leaving her, felt pressured to do it, but now, I am very happy I did, I would not trade for a dozen Pushpa's!” With that I kissed her hand.
Samina reached over and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I love you!” She said.
“I love you too darling, forever!” I said with equal conviction.
Samina kissed me again, I could taste the red wine on her. Then she said, “why don't you join us?”
“You really want me to? I figured you would rather indulge in girl talk.” I said.
“Well we have had enough girl talk for one evening. We need some male company now.” Samina said taking my hand.
“Okay,” I said. Hand-in-hand we walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Pushpa was refilling their glasses with wine, and I noticed that the bottle was nearly empty, and a new unopened one stood by. She did not say anything to me, but smiled as I sat down.
“So what have you two been talking about?” I asked jokingly.
Samina giggled and said, “oh nothing much, you know usual girl stuff.” And Pushpa nodded.
For the next few minutes we made small talk. Pushpa wanted to know about what I had been up to since leaving her, and I in return wanted to know the same thing about her. I also wanted to ask her about Afzal, but didn't know how to bring him up, so dropped the matter.
I was refilling my snifter with some more cognac, when Pushpa suddenly asked, “so, Umer, Samina tells me that you are a true cuckold. Do you enjoy being that?”
I was startled a little by the sudden, unexpected question. “I..I...I... yes, I am.” I stammered out the truth.
“Good boy,” Pushpa said seriously, and I heard Samina giggle a little.
“Samina also told me that no longer get to fuck her, that is good.” Pushpa went on.
“Well I had not fucked her in a while and she said she would let me do it on special occasions.” I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed.
Pushpa laughed, “you keep believing that sweetie.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a little annoyed at Pushpa's attitude.
“Well sweetie, what I mean is that Samina is not really interested in having sex with you, she just said that to spare your feelings, if you truly loved her, you would stop expecting sex from her.” Pushpa said forcefully.
“But why?” I asked, almost in a moan.
“Simple Umer, as long as you expect sex from her, she will feel pressured to provide it to you, and that will interfere with her own pleasure.” Pushpa said. Her logic was so strong, that I could not think of saying anything to really counter it. “Don't you agree?” Pushpa asked.
“Yes,” I said softly. I also felt my cock start to get hard, a fact not lost on Pushpa, as she looked rather pointedly at my crotch.
“I am sorry Umer, but you just have the equipment to satisfy you wife sexually, you know that, she knows that and I know that, its no secret.” Pushpa said, her voice sounding gleefully cruel.
“But isn't it unfair, and also I might lose control and force myself on her, and I would hate to do that.” I said.
“Of course darling, it's unfair for Samina not to have sex with you, but thats how it is! I think its more unfair of you to expect it from her.” Pushpa said.
“But,” I whined, “what if I lose control, and can't help myself?”
“Well Umer, tell me something first. Do you agree you love Samina? Do you agree that you can't pleasure her with your dick? Do you agree that its unfair of you to expect her to have sex with you? Do you agree that your penis does not belong in her, or should even expect to be touched by her?” Pushpa asked, her tone very businesslike.
“Yes, you are right Pushpa, I agree with everything you have said.” I said confidently, although my voice was still a mild whine. I saw Samina take a sip of her wine, and smile at me, encouraging me, and that gave me strength to admit the truth to Pushpa.
“Good, Umer. I always knew what you were, and who you were, and I am glad you found a wife who does not only accept those things, but finds then perfectly natural and in agreement with her own views on what a marriage should be like.” Pushpa sipped her wine and smiled at me knowingly.
“Yes, Pushpa, I agree with that completely.” I said, looking at Samina who smiled and blew me a kiss.
“So,” Pushpa started again. “Samina and I have talked a lot and its amazing how similar our thinking is. Umer I will tell you now, that Afzal is just like you, a born cuckold! One who loves that role as my husband, he craves the same humiliation you do! He is also small cocked and a fast shooter. In fact the only difference between you and him is that he is far more of a cuckold than you are, do you understand what I am saying?”
I nodded a negative. Pushpa's question had me a little confused.
“Listen sweetie,” Samina piped in, “just hear Pushpa out, with the understanding that it would make me the happiest wife in the world – yes even more happy than I currently am, if you can try and emulate Afzal. He is truly a terrific person and must love Pushpa unreservedly to be the way he is with Pushpa, you know I envy her for having such a perfect husband.”
“But, darling,” I said, my confusion growing. “I thought you were happy with the way things were?”
“Oh I am Umer, very happy. Actually I know for a fact that I am happier than pretty much all my old high-college friends in Pakistan are in their marriages. I suppose if I had never met Pushpa I would have never known that it is in fact possible for me to be even more happy, feel even more fulfilled, more special. Pushpa has opened my eyes to so much.” Samina took another sip of her wine, and looked appreciatively at Pushpa.
“Yes Umer,” Pushpa went on. “It is possible for husbands to make their wives feel more happy, more special, more free, and less pressured. Basically it comes down to this, you must be willing to surrender all your physical pleasure. In effect, the pleasure you get will be mental, it will come from knowing that while you are physically denied, your wife has no such restrictions and can fuck anyone she likes, or wants, even if it is someone you hate, or despise, or consider an enemy. It is all Samina's choice, you have no say, and it really does not matter, because you will be happy that she is being pleasured by a man of her choosing, and being burdened by the pressure of having to please you, or living up to your desires and expectations. It is a rare man who do all this for his wife, Afzal can, can you? Basically it is the ultimate show of love a man can do for his wife.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I took a deep breath, trying to digest everything that had been said. I realized that I was in a very difficult position. Both Pushpa and Samina were essentially backing me into a corner and I could tell that something very serious was coming my way, and I had only one choice, that being to say yes to it. All I could do was nod a semi-agreement to what Pushpa had said. “What are you talking about Pushpa?” I asked finally.

“Okay Umer, remember how when Afzal was leaving for Miami, I told him that I was happy to he certain that he would not get into any trouble, what do you think I meant by that?” Pushpa asked me.
“I have no idea Pushpa.” I said, nervously sipping my cognac. I looked over at Samina, and saw she had that mischievous smiled on her face, and knew that soon all would be revealed. “I thought it meant that you trusted him completely, but I am starting to think you meant more than that, or perhaps something completely different.”
Samina laughed, and Pushpa said, “good guess. It does mean more than just that, a lot more.”
I took a gulp of the cognac, feeling its warm sting go down my throat and into my stomach, bringing much welcome warmth to the pit, which had been feeling quite cold since Pushpa had started talking. Just how much deeper was she planning to take me? I could not imagine anything deeper than I already was with Samina.
As if she could read my thoughts, Pushpa spoke again. “I am sure you are wondering just what can be deeper than where you are now. Well I can tell you that there are depths that as yet remain unexplored by Samina and you, and I know Samina wants to explore them very much, the question is do you?”
I sat there frozen, my body like a statue, unable to move. My mind was buzzing with thoughts, did I really want to take things deeper? And the inevitable answer was yes, even though I did not know exactly what that meant, but the fact that Samina seemed to want it so much, made me want to say yes, I had reached a point in my life when already making Samina happy was all that mattered to me, my own fears and concerns seemed to pale in comparison to her happiness. I took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, before finally whispering, “yes, I do, if that is what Samina wants!”
“Yes darling, I really do. I want us to have what Samina and Afzal have!” Samina implored.
“Then I want it to!” I said, my voice crisp, loud, and confident.
“Good! Both of us were sure you would.” Pushpa smiled at me. “Umer, you need to realize that your wife has lost inhibitions, you on the other hand still have one or two psychological barriers that you need to let go of, what we are proposing tonight will do that. Trust me, you will be a much happier man.”
I nodded my understanding and smiled confidently. “Okay Pushpa, whatever you say.”
“Good.” Samina said happily. “Why don't you tell him about Afzal?”
“Good idea Samina.” Pushpa said. “You see Umer, Afzal is .....” She stopped mid-sentence, then went on, “unable to get into trouble because of two reasons. One because, as you have observed, he is totally in love with me, and would never do anything to hurt me, or our relationship, and two because he can't, I have made sure of that.”
“What do you mean?” I said, my throat dry, cock throbbing. I heard Samina giggle.
“Well let me show you.” Pushpa said, reaching into her purse and pulling out white cardboard box, and handing it to me. “Open it!” She said.
I opened the box and my mouth dropped open. I immediately understood what the purpose of the device in the box was.
“You know what that is?” Samina asked.
I nodded and affirmative, and swallowed hard.
“Of course you do,” Pushpa said sweetly. “But did you know that Afzal has had one on for almost a year now?”
“What?” I felt a chill do down my spine, and I was sure I blanched too. “Wow!”
Both the women laughed. “Yes, wow!” Said Samina.
“And he has no problem with it?” I asked.
“Well he did at first, getting used to it but now he says he does not even feel it.” Pushpa explained. “You can talk to him all about it when he returns from Miami.”
I nodded.
“So,” Samina said with a laugh, “are you ready?”
I looked in the box again, at the plastic cock cage, and my heart beat faster and faster. At the same time my penis, was as hard as it could get trapped in my underwear. “How long do you intend to keep me in it?” I asked Samina, my voice a hoarse whisper, breaking a little because of nervousness and excitement.
“Uh uh,” said Pushpa, “you do not need to know that. Remember it is all up to Samina. Once you agree to be locked, as far as you are concerned, you are locked up forever, if Samina ever lets you out, its her choice.”
“What, you mean I have a choice in this matter?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Of course you do Umer!” Said Samina. “I can't force you to put it on, I can only ask you to do it, and hope you will because it will make me feel happy, and better too. See, every time I see you with an erection, I feel a little bad, but with this thing on that problem goes away. It will make my pleasure so much better.”
“Also Umer,” Pushpa added, “if you do agree to put it on, you are also agreeing that when Samina takes it off for any reason, you will let her put it back on without argument. That is an implicit promise you are making to her, and one that she will be very disappointed and unhappy if you ever break! But for now it is still your choice! Like Samina said, we can't force you. We can only appeal to your love for your wife and your desire to make her happy.”
Even as Samina and Pushpa spoke, I knew that despite their assertion to the contrary, I really had no choice, I had to accept what she was proposing, or risk upsetting her greatly. So what choice did I really have in the matter? None whatsoever. And so taking a deep breath I said, “of course darling, for you I will do anything.”
“I am so happy you will Umer, I was certain you would!” Samina looked delighted, and nodded at Pushpa.
“Okay then, Umer please take off your pants and underwear.” Pushpa said as she took the penis cage out of the box. I marvelled at how compact it was.
The penis cage was made of thin, strong opaque white plastic, it was curved slightly downwards, and I saw that it would not leave any visible outline, unless, I was wearing speedos, or very tight shorts. I looked over at Samina, and saw huge smile on her face.
“Don't look at me!” Samina said, “this is Pushpa's show, do as she says.”
I took a deep breath and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. The I lowered by underwear and kicked it off. So there I stood, dressed only in a t-shirt and nothing else. Except for a semi-hard penis.
“Well go to Pushpa, so she can imprison that! Don't be shy, it's not as if she hasn't see it before!” Samina laughed pointing at my penis. Her choice of words did not help matters, and I felt my penis get harder.
Slowly I walked over to Pushpa who awaited with an expectant, triumphant look on her face. I saw her sitting on the chair, her legs spread open, and I went and stood between them.
Pushpa was silent for a few moments, looking very closely at my crotch, my dick three-quarters of the way up, wilted a little under her gaze. Then she suddenly burst out laughing, “I guess they don't get any bigger with age!” Pushpa said, squeezing my balls gently, and then caressing my penis. Her touch made it get fully hard real fast.
“Alas they don't!” Samina laughed.
I felt my face go red, but at the same time my fully hard penis, not being explored by Pushpa's soft hand was throbbing and twitching.
“Well, we can't send it to prison on this condition!” Pushpa laughed. “Samina, would you mind if I did the honors?”
“Not at all, help yourself.” Samina giggled and sipped her wine.
Pushpa took my erect penis and started to tug it. “My good deed for the day,” she said, “kinda like a last meal for a condemned man! Who knows the next time it will get its fill of pleasure.”
Then she started to pull on my penis fast and furious, jerking it off and masturbating me. I tried to resist, to hold back, knowing that once I shot my load, it would be my last orgasm for quite a while. But alas, I could not hold out for too long. Pushpa expecting an orgasm quickly put a rolled tissue paper to the tip and all my ejaculate was absorbed into it.
I think I cried out a little “aahhhh!” as I shot my wad, and both the women laughed.
“There now, all done!” Samina said as she walked over to sit next to Pushpa.
“Yes, I should think so,” Pushpa snickered derisively, “for quite a while I hope. Not only don't they get bigger with time, apparently they don't get much better at lasting longer either! So locking this one up is no great loss!”She ticked me around the base of the penis and I felt another twitch.
“You'd better get on with it!” Samina chided Pushpa.
Suddenly I felt my soft penis being encased in cool, smooth plastic. I looked down and for the first time looked at it closely. I noticed that it had small holes all over, obviously to make cleaning and hygiene easier. At the tip, there was a wide circular hole, that allowed part of the penis head to stick out, but at the top of the hole was a small pointed protuberance that while not touching the soft penis would dig into it, when it started to get hard. Also, inside the tube, I felt tiny orbs randomly located. Once again, they were no problem as long as the penis stayed soft, but I knew that they would be quite painful when I started to get erect. The was wide enough that I could get perhaps 10%-20% hard, no more.
I felt a band going around the base of my scrotum, where it was attached to my body. Pushpa tightened it a little, until the tube was snug, but the band was not tight enough to be uncomfortable, provided I remained soft. I knew that it would tug against my balls when I started to get hard and that would be most uncomfortable indeed.
“There all done!” Pushpa said proudly.
“Thanks!” Samina laughed.
I looked down and saw the device attached to me. It did not seem too bad or uncomfortable, but what surprised me most was the there was no lock. The band keeping it snug to my body was locked in place by a simple plastic cable tie, that looked ridiculously easy to cut, and replace.
Once again Pushpa was a step ahead of me. “Now take a look closely Samina. Around the cable tie, is a small pink band, with a monogram on it.” Samina looked at it closely, and I saw it too. “Now, if Umer ever cheats and breaks his promise, and then try to put the cage back on himself, he will be able to to it quite easily. However, what he will not be able to do, no matter how hard he tries is attach the pink band, that only someone else can do, but these bands are custom made for me, the monogram designed by Afzal at my request, they are unique, I will leave a few with you, keep them hidden.”
“Good idea, Pushpa.” Samina said. Then she looked at me and said, “Umer, you can easily break free of this device anytime you like. There is nothing forcing you to keep it on, except your promise to me. Afzal is in a similar situation. Pushpa trusts him every bit as much as I trust you. And if you do take it off, I will be very disappointed yes, but it will not mean the end of our marriage, I will only be supremely unhappy but am sure to get over it eventually.”
“That's right,” Pushpa added. “Umer we don't want to change the way things have been so far. You have done everything willingly. Things will go best if you let it continue to be that way, that is being willing.”
I nodded slowly. Their logic was impeccable. In order for anything to work, you have to be willing to do it voluntarily. Both Samina and Pushpa were right in their belief that if my happiness and pleasure, were to purely come from knowing that Samina was being pleasured and fulfilled sexually and of course the accompanying humiliation which I wanted and craved, I would have to accept it willingly. Their locking me up in a cage or iron with an unbreakable lock would server no purpose if I was not a willing participant, but because I was willing, just a simple plastic cage was enough.
“I agree,” I said and smiled at my lovely wife, taking and holding her hand. “I love you, and I love the idea that my pleasure and happiness will come from knowing that you are happy and pleasured.”
Samina smiled, leaned forward and kissed me. “I know darling. This cage is just a symbol, but a powerful one. I look at it on you and know that we are almost where we need to be. Your penis belongs in it, not in me!”
I agreed with her completely. “I promise I will make attempt to remove it, no matter how difficult things get for me.”
Samina kissed me again, and told me to pull up my pants. And that was it. The two women had made me willingly and happily imprison my penis, and promise not attempt to set it free unless Samina wanted it to happen. I still marvel at the ease with which I agreed to it, and how well they handled the situation. Later, that night, as Samina and Pushpa were going out for drinks, Pushpa in a moment of clarity told me that she felt truly blessed and lucky to have Afzal for a husband, as men like him were rarer than red diamonds. I knew that her statement was meant to be a compliment for me as well, and I appreciated it.
I won't lie to you. It was not easy getting used to having that cage on. In fact I never really got used to it. I mean night time erections were always a problem. During the day it was easy keeping things in control, except when Samina was dressing to go on a date, and I was helping her, but at night there were times when I was woken up several times, as the orbs, and the pointed protuberance during into my penis, and the band pulled hard at my balls. But I am proud to say, not once did I consider taking it off, or even asking Samina to take it off me. She did that herself every few weeks or so, giving a hand job for being a good boy, and then promptly locking me up again.
So now you know what I meant about my penis being imprisoned and aching to be set free when Samina described her trip to the Cafe with Pushpa. But over time one does get a little used to, in that I have learnt to keep my voluntary erections in check, and thanks to the pavlovian pain feedback, even some involuntary ones could be checked, like the ones I started to get when Samina and I were being intimate in bed. I noticed an immediately side-effect, that no longer expecting pleasure of any kind for my cock (even from my own hand!) I was a lot more focused, and in-tune with Samina's body and pleasure, and that made it all worthwhile.
After Pushpa left, Samina did not date for a while. She was too busy at work, and at the same some family issues cropped up that required her attention. Nothing serious, just the kind of extended family matters that only a desi person would face and understand.
Finally, Samina got all the stuff taken care of and had time again to get back to her life. She started dating again. This time, it was guy named Amitabh. He was a graduate student in business administration at the university where Samina was taking an evening course in advanced risk management that her employer had asked her to take. Amitabh was in that course too. They had started out being part of the same study group, and then had hit it off.
Amitabh for his part had told Samina that he had a fiancee' in his home town, back in India, and had plans of getting married to her, as soon as he cleared his PhD qualifying exam in 2 years time. But, until then he intended to have fun. He knew that Samina was married, but did not care and hit on her often. He was actually quite blunt and told her, that she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes one, but more than that he had held a long time fantasy of fucking a Pakistani women. Also, before his engagement he had loved fucking married women back in India.
The fact that Samina was both married, and a Pakistani, made it that much more exciting for him. Samina found Amitabhs attitude refreshing, and even though he was not a very good looking guy by any stretch of imagination, she was willing to give him a shot. What she found most likable about him was the fact that while he was clearly interested in her, he did not come across as being one who would beg, or whine about fucking her. He made his desires clear, but left it up to her if she wanted to do it.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

So, one day Samina told him all about our lifestyle, and agreed to go out with him, even be his girlfriend for a while, if he still wanted to date her. Amitabh of course jumped at the opportunity.

Finally, that Friday night, I arrived home from work, to see Samina getting ready for her date. She had been preparing all afternoon. Had spent over an hour in the tub, done her hair, and applied several layers of moisturizer, and body glitter to herself. I helped Samina with her nails and painted them, a bright red color. Samina told me that Amitabh loved seeing them painted a bright red. I saw the dress laying on the bed. It was pink! It was a thin cotton material and had buttons along the front. My guess would be so it wouldn't be hard getting undressed when she met her lover later that night.
I wondered if she would come home that night? Would she screw him in our bed? Maybe she wouldn't come home at all weekend! I tried to imagine what Amitabh looked like? She wouldn't tell me! Samina said it was a surprise and I could wait to meet him. Alls he told me was that he was a very average looking grad student from India, not even his home city.
Samina loves to tease me, playing with my balls and rubbing her thumb on the head of my dick! Yes, she laughs' at it but loves to tease it! Samina loves to tease the head of it. She can't touch the rest! At least until she takes it out of its prison. She loves the look on my face as I try to, and usually fail, stop getting erect.
Yes. I'm embarrassed to talk about the tube! Samina bought it for my last birthday. It's made from stainless steel and has a curve keeping me from getting an erection. It has a steel loop that locks around my balls. She loves teasing me about my inability to control it. When I had finished painting her nails, she played with my balls for a few minutes. I felt like exploding but all I could do was watch the tension building up in my balls and watch my dick drip clear fluid from its head. It was all so humiliating, and frustrating.
As she twiddled my dickhead between her thumb and forefinger, I could smell the sweet scent of Samina's perfume and it aroused me even more. The orbs and needle dug in and did their job, as my inflating cock deflated almost immediately, despite Samina's ministrations. She laughed and let got, sitting down at the edge of the bed, putting on her strappy, five inch heels.
Samina had already put her pink dress on and I noticed how short and revealing it was on her. There were about fifteen buttons along the front holding it together. The cleavage was very low and I could see more than half of her breasts exposed. Samina finished buckling the little heel straps and stood up in front of the bed fluffing out her hair and asked me how she looked. As always, I told her how beautiful she looked and told her how much I loved her new dress.
She was wearing a very bright red lipstick and kissed me on the cheek before picking up her purse and walked out of the bedroom. She told me she might be home that night but not to worry if she wasn't back until the next afternoon, as Amitabh had not told her his final plans for their date.
I watched, as she walked out the front door and watched her car until she turned the corner and disappeared from view. This was the toughed part about Samina dating other men. Waiting and wondering if she was going to come home that night. I have to admit that I was not only worried about Samina, but I was also very excited wondering what might be going on at that moment. My penis ached in its cruel, plastic prison, and despite my best attempts, would not go down.
I ate dinner and waited, it was all I could do and before long it was dark and getting late. I watched some TV, did some reading and then prepared for bed.
I was ready to go to bed when I saw headlights pull into the driveway. I hurried to the front window and saw that it was Samina's car. I heard the door shut, then another door shut. My heart began beating much faster as I realized that Samina had brought Amitabh home with her. Yes, I would finally meet him! See the man she was so keen on dating and had happily gone out with. The man in whom she had confided the secret of our relationship. I wondered if she had told him he tell him I wore a chastity tube? What would he think of me?
Samina had told me that whenever she decided to bring a guy home that she wanted me to move to the guests' bedroom unless she called me out to meet her date. I quickly went into the guestroom, and waited. I could hear them talking and laughing. He had a very deep voice and heard him talking to my wife as if she were his girlfriend. Well, she was! She had told him so herself.
I was laying on the bed waiting for more than an hour when the door opened and Samina walked into the bedroom. A few of the buttons had been undone on her dress leaving her breasts, mostly exposed as she leaned down and kissed me on the lips. She asked me to come into the master bedroom and watch but I had to be naked and she wanted me to stand along the edge of the bed.
My heart was racing as I got up out of the bed and followed Samina into our room. She lay on the bed and scooted into the center and leaned on one arm while she waited for Amitabh to return from the bathroom.
The door opened and my heart sank as a huge, dark man walked into the bedroom. His face was pock marked with acne dimples, and his lips appeared misshapen. Only on a good day could he be called even average looking. He extended his arm out to me to shake his hand. His hand was twice the size as mine. I must have appeared very pathetic standing naked wearing the plastic tube on my dick. I saw him glance at the tube but only cracked a smile as he turned toward Samnina, and got into the bed next to her. They began kissing and I watched as he spread open the dress and pulled it off her shoulders as they continued kissing.
Samina was fumbling with his pants and got it loose and helped him pull them down his massive legs. She gave them to me so I laid them across the arm of a chair and watched as she slept his shirt off. He was a very dark brown in color and built solid and dwarfed Samina in size.
Amitabh had taken the last buttons apart and was slipping the dress off completely leaving Samina naked. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra so I watched as Amitabh stoked Samina's bare pussy with his large hand using his finger to probe her pussy lips apart. Samina was moaning as Amitabh played with her pussy and I could see her rocking her hips back and forth along his thick finger.
Amitabh was still wearing silk boxer shorts but I could see his massive, uncut cock (it certainly matched his physique!) sticking out of the thin material. Samina pulled the boxer shorts off his legs and I saw his thick cock spring free. No matter how many times I see Samina set free a huge cock, it will still be as erotic a sight as it was the first time I saw her do it. It was thick and maybe nine inches long, I'm not sure other than the fact it looked huge. Samina wrapped her dainty little fingers around the thick shaft and bent down and kissed the head.
Amitabh leaned back on the pillow as Samina began sucking him. He turned his head toward me and motioned for me to stand closer to the bed so I moved. Samina was working her mouth lovingly around the shaft as she held hands with Amitabh and adjusted her legs so she could lay on her side facing me.
Samina's mouth was making wet sounds as she sucked on the huge black cock. I put my own hand on my balls feeling them tense up from the pressure. I hadn't been milked in over two-weeks so the pressure was great! The shaft was feeling the pricks, and my balls the pressure of the strap, still it would not go down.
The contrast between my wife's pale light natural tan skin against Amitabh's dark brown skin was unbelievable! Samina had her left hand wrapped around the massive shaft with her wedding ring glistening in the light of the room. It just looked so exciting seeing her diamond ring and her dainty fingers wrapped around Amitabhs monster cock!
Samina sucked, licked, and kissed the cock lovingly for almost thirty minutes. She kept opening her eyes and looking straight into mine in different positions. Sometimes her mouth would be full and sometimes she would be licking the huge head of his cock.
It was so erotic watching Samina making love to that huge cock! Samina turned one more time and smiled at me as she climbed on top of his legs and straddled the big man and took the huge cock into her little hand and helped Amitabh guide it into her tight pussy.
She was wet and excited and I saw how her pussy lips stretched out over the huge head. Samina rocked herself back and forth sending a larger fraction of the large cock into her pussy each time she moved. Why is it that sights like this never seem to get old?
Amitabh arched his hips up to meet her strokes and I stood on the edge of the bed and watched that massive cock disappear inside my wife's pussy, as she took it in all the way and rode it. The view of her stretched pussy was incredible, as the cock, covered by her cream went in and out of her repeatedly.
Samina took hold of both of Amitabhs hands, and held them in her own as she rocked her hips above the huge man below her. Her eyes were closed as Amitabh began arching his hips up further sending more of his cock inside.
Samina rotated her hips as she rode his huge cock. I could hear the wet sucking sounds coming from her pussy as she continued to ride that huge cock. I watched as Samina leaned forward allowing her breasts, to hang out in front of Amitabh's face and saw him begin licking the nipples. He looked like a little kid licking a lollipop. He bit each of her nipples causing her to shiver and moan. I saw her ass cheeks begin to quiver and I knew that Samina was having her first orgasm.
Amitabh held onto Samina's ass while she experienced her first orgasm keeping her from dislodging his cock from her tight pussy. She was screaming and I hoped the neighbors didn't hear her, as I watched Amitabh continue driving his huge cock deep inside!
Samina reached out and played with my balls as she rode Amitabh's cock and leaned over to kiss me. It felt so strange kissing my wife as I could feel her body moving around above this huge man. All the pain in my imprisoned cock and balls was forgotten, as Samina probed her tongue into my mouth, and I could feel each thrust that Amitabh made into her with my mouth locked to her mouth.
Samina stopped kissing me as she rolled over onto her back and motioned to Amitabh to mount her. Amitabh plunged his massive cock back into her, and began screwing her hard sending her ass deep into the mattress. The bed shook, as Amitabh began screwing her harder. Samina locked her ankles around Amitabh and that's when I saw the little cuckold ankle bracelet that Pushpa had given her as a a parting present. It was so arousing watching my wife getting screwed by this man above her. He was so large compared to my wife. She resembled a little girl!
Amitabh was groaning and sending his huge body down onto Samnina,and I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load of seed inside my wife. My God! Indian baby making seed! What if Samina's pills didn't work? There was always a chance of getting pregnant!
Samina! Knocked up with an Indian baby! What would we do? What would everyone think of my wife? God, it was so exciting thinking about my wife getting knocked up by this man!
It made me think for a moment of the little game Samina and I played. She would have me give her the pill every morning! Her birth control pills! Yes. Every morning I would give her one of those pills. She was making me be the responsible person to make sure she didn't get knocked up! It was simply a game to enhance our little agreement! It was all in fun! It enhanced our little mind game to the extreme!
What if I forgot? What if she didn't remind me? What if I decided to forget one of those pills? Maybe I could tell Samina she already took it? How about two pills? Maybe three pills? Skip a day or two all month long? What would happen if she missed her period?! The ultimate high! Pregnant with an Indian baby! Not my baby but the baby of this man screwing Samina at that very moment!
I cleared my mind and got back to watching Samina take this huge man inside her pussy. He was grunting now and I could see his movement change as she began flexing his hips and took a couple last strokes before plowing into my wife one more time and let out a load groan when he shot his load.
I stood watching Amitabh shoot his load into Samina's belly knowing that it was hitting her uterus. I knew he was inside her further than I ever was and knew at that moment his seed was filling her pussy, much like many of her other lovers had, and I still loved seeing it.
Amitabh kept moving his cock into my wife slowly for a couple minutes. I knew his thick cock was pushing his seed to it's deepest. Samina's ankles were still locked around Amitabh's ass while they kissed and he stopped moving. They remained in that position while they kissed for ten minutes until Amitabh finally pulled his huge cock out of my wife. He was still hard and his cock was covered with cream from Samina, and himself.
Samina quickly grabbed a pillow, shoving it underneath her ass elevating it higher so Amitabh's cum would remain inside. Then she smiled at me and motioned for me to come and lie next to her on the other side of the bed. Amitabh got up and walked into the bathroom as I climbed next to Samina and we began kissing. She asked me if I was enjoying the show and I told her that I was while we kissed.
I knew what she wanted next, so I climbed down between her legs and began licking her pussy clean. I had come to realize just how much I enjoyed it. Hearing her soft moans, and sighs, feeling her hands on my head gripping my hair, as my tongue lovingly caressed her recently fucked pussy, sucking in her gift or cream. It was an intense feeling, even as my cock ached, and throbbed in its prison. In the background, I could hear Amitabh snickering, but I did not care. Samina forced out, as much of the cum as he could, and I lapped it all up like a hungry dog. Eventually she let out a deep sigh and lifted up my head.
I looked up to see Amibtabh at the side of the bed getting ready to get into bed, his cock already fully hard. I looked at Samina and saw her signal towards the door with her eyes, and I understood, that she wanted to be alone with Amitabh, so I quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind me. For the rest of the night, I sat outside the door, listing with rapt attention to the sounds of sexual pleasure emerging from the room. Ultimately, after who knows how long, the sounds stopped for an extended period, and I figured that the couple had gone to sleep, so I walked to the guest room and surprisingly fell asleep rather easily.
The next afternoon, when I got up, the bedroom door was open. Amitabh had left, and I saw Samina sleeping, looking like and angel. The room smelt of sex, and the bedsheets were crumpled. I got into bed and cuddled Samina, who purred like a kitten, half-awake, half-asleep. We lay there for a while before getting out of bed and taking a hot, sensual shower together, and heading off the face the rest of the weekend.
So that my dear readers was Samina's first encounter with a lover, after Pushpa had locked up my penis. It was not easy being locked up, but not once did I entertain the idea of breaking free. My sexual frustration and desire and get erect and pleasure myself while strong, where no where near as strong to overcome my fear of disappointing Samina. She had made it clear that she would be very disappointed if I took the cage off on my own, as she was the one who wanted to reserve that right for herself. So, no matter how difficult things got, I did not rip it off, and used my won desire to keep Samina happy as a crutch to get over those tough, frustrating moments.
Well, Samina became exclusive to Amitabh for several months. In fact, when he went to Seattle for a conference, she went along with him and was introduced by him to everyone as his girlfriend. Both of them having previously agreed, that it was probably not a good idea Samina to advertise the fact that she was married, so she had left her wedding ring behind. They were in Seattle for a week, 4 days for the conference, then 3 days camping. Samina had taken a complete supply of her birth control pills, but I was on edge wondering if she remembered to take them everyday. Fortunately she did.
As with all relationships built purely on sex, this one to came to a quick end, as both parted ways as friends. Then, Samina went into a period of hibernation, sexually speaking. She said it was a necessary break that she needed to take now and again, just to recharge her batteries, and relax a little. So for a few weeks, there were no extracurricular activities.
Then one evening, as we were watching some T.V. Samina suddenly said, “interested in going to a party this Saturday evening?”
“Sure!” I said. “But where?”
“Oh its just someone Pushpa had introduced me to when she was here.” Samina said nonchalantly.
The mention of Pushpa immediately made me take notice. The fact that it was she who had introduced Samina to these people could only mean that they were kinky as hell. So, I was excited, and a little scared about what to expect at the party. Of one thing I was certain, I would be getting no action, Samina had made no mention of whether or not my cage would be taken off for the party. In fact it was as if she had forgotten all about it. I had been locked up for almost 2 months now and it was getting bad. There were night when I woke up several times with my penis trying to force its way of the cage, but alas with no avail.
So, that Friday evening, we got in the car and I drove drove us to the appointed place, with the GPS spitting out directions. The part of town that we were driving in was new to me. I was concerned about getting lost on all of the winding streets. I could only hope that the GPS had all of the streets in its system. Samina kept looking around at all of the houses and then turning to me.
"Are you sure that this is the right way?" Samina asked
"Yep." Slight pause. "Well, I think so. At least that is what the GPS is telling me.” I said.
Samina looked around at the surroundings again. Nothing looked remotely familiar to her either. "Well, its where the guy told me to go on the phone."
"Then I guess we are where we need to be, we should be at the house soon." I turned to look briefly at my wife.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina looked awesome. Although she was wearing a coat because of the unusually cool evening, I knew that underneath was a tight blue top and a super short, denim skirt. Long black boots finished off the look perfectly. We had discussed stockings and garter, but in the end she wore just a tiny black thong underneath. I had helped her shave in the bath. My cock had been throbbing all evening, and touching her body did not help matters. But she only smiled at me, and gave me a little kiss as we left the house.
Her long black hair fell seductively around her beautiful face. She turned and saw me staring at her. "What?" she asked.
"Nothing. You look, well, beautiful tonight."
She smiled and her whole face lit up. "Are my eyes smouldering?" she asked. This was our private joke about her make-up. I loved when I could tell her that her eyes smoldered.
"Of course," I answered. "You're making me extremely horny."
"Good," she answered. "Now keep your eyes on the road."
We turned down yet another winding little sides treet. It didn't look much different than the last one, but the GPS told us that we were arriving at our destination, and we saw that the street was filled with several parked cars.
"I think we found it," I said. Samina was staring out the window.
She then turned to me, and with naughty smile, asked “nervous?"
“A little,” I said. “Not knowing what to expect is not making things easy.”
Samina laughed. "Hey, we can leave any time you want. You do know that, right?"
"Yes." I smiled at my lovely wife. "But I'm still a little nervous."
"We don't have to go in if you don't want to." Samina said seriously. Once again I knew that she was not really offering me a choice. She wanted to go in and that was all that mattered to me. This was just a little game she liked playing with me, perhaps to test me.
I shook my head. "Oh no, I want to go!|
"Great, then we will go in and have a good time." Samina said seriously, then mischievously added, “I plan to!"
I parked the car and we got out. We saw another couple getting out o their car nearby as well. The other woman was a tall, thin blonde. She was cute. The other guy - I assumed her husband - with her seemed a bit nervous. They walked by us and we all said some quiet hellos. I thought I saw Samina and the other woman exchange a longer look and both smiled slightly at each other. We collected ourselves, and headed towards the house.
I rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a rather large black man. He looked at me sternly, then shifted his gaze to Samina. He smiled and ushered us in. "Can I take your coat?" he asked Samina.
"Thanks," she said, slipping it off. The man's eyes instantly locked on to her firm breasts.
"Nice," he said, smiling.
"Thanks, again," answered Samina, blushing a bit. But, she seemed to stand a bit straighter, causing her breasts to jut out even more prominently.
"We have drinks and food in the next room. Why don't you go in and make yourself comfortable?"
"Great," said Samina. "Is there a bathroom close by?"
"Yeah," answered the other guy. "I'm Tim by the way." He held out his large hand and pointed. "Third door down on the left."
Samina turned to me. "I'll be right back." She headed off to the bathroom and Tim turned to me.
"You guys haven't been to one of our parties before, have you?" As he was asking, Tim handed me Samina's coat.
"No," I answered. “But Samina has been looking forward to tonight ever since she got the invite." I tried to lighten the mood a bit.
Tim adjusted his crotch and smiled. "Well, they certainly are great." I looked down at his crotch then back to his face. I simply stood there, awkwardly, for a bit.
"So here's the deal," he finally said after letting me suffer a bit. "The whole house is one big party. Everyone is in and out of the rooms having a great time."
"Sounds great to me," I said, thinking of all the erotic things that could be going on anywhere in the house. "So, uh, should I wait here for Samina or should I go check things out?"
"Oh," said Tim, looking slightly annoyed. "I guess you wouldn't know what to do." He went to a door close by and opened it. It led to a basement. A basement in Florida? I was surprised to say the least. "The coats are put down there, and um, that's where you guys hang out."
"Us guys?" I asked. Then I realized that he was talking about the husbands. "Um, sorry. I guess I'll head down there then."
"Great," said Tim, smiling again. "You'll have a good time. And don't worry about your wife," he said, pausing a bit. "She'll have an awesome time!"
"I, uh, hope so," I answered as I headed towards the door to the steps.
Tim looked down the hall. I followed his gaze and saw Samina heading back towards us.
"She's got a great set of tits," he said crudely. "I can't wait to see and enjoy them!" He turned and smiled at me again. "Have a great time."
I didn't say anything. As I walked down the stairs, Tim closed the door. I didn't get to say anything to Samina when she got back. At the bottom of the stairs, I entered a large room. There were several couches and a large screen television, in one area. There was a bar in the corner that looked like it had a kitchenette in it. The whole set up was especially nice, and it must have cost a fortune to put this in a basement in the area. There were about 6 other guys in the basement. 4 white, and 1 I guessed came from the same of the world as me, and I was partially correctly. He was actually Indian, but his family had been in Kenya for 4 generations before immigrating to the US. No women. I noticed that and a porno movie was playing. As I watched briefly, a white woman was getting fucked by a black guy with an enormous cock. I smiled - what other kind of porno would they have playing?
I walked over to the bar. There were beers, and sodas. Typical bar set up. I cracked open a beer and surveyed the room again.
"First time?" A strange voice said behind me.
I turned. The guy next to me also had a beer in his hand. He was dressed similar to me. Khakis and a button down shirt. Nice looking guy I guess. I wondered briefly what his wife looked like.
"Um yeah," I said. "Is it that obvious?"
He smiled. "Well, you have a bit of that deer in the headlights look about you."
It was my turn to smile. "I guess I do." I put out my hand. "I'm Umer."
"Sudhir," he said, shaking my hand. "My wife's name isRashmi."
"Samina." I answered. "So, um, you guys have been to these parties before?"
"Yeah," said Sudhir. "A few. Rashmi likes to come every few months. She tells me that she gets the itch." He laughed.
"I see." I looked around the room again. Guys were either talking quietly or sitting on the couches watching TV "I wasn't quite expecting this."
"Oh, you mean the husbands down here?"
"Yes," I answered. "Although I guess I wasn't sure what to expect."
"Well," said Sudhir, "it takes some adjusting to." He paused, then continued. "But I think it adds to the experience. You know, wondering what's going on upstairs."
I noticed that I could feel and hear the faint thumping of the stereo upstairs and also some faint muffled voices.
"How many people usually come to these parties?"
"Usually anywhere from 6 to 12 couples," said Sudhir. I looked around and saw that 1 or 2 new white guys had joined us in the basement. "I think there are usually around 15 to 20 black guys who come."
"Wow."
"They like us to stay down here, but we can go up and take a quick look if you like." Sudhir said helpfully.
"Um, sure," I said.
Sudhir and I headed back up the stairs. When he opened the door, the music hit us loudly. It was also rather dark, compared to the bright basement. Only a few dim lamps were on that I could see. From the front hallway, we walked into the room that Tim had told us about when Samina and I first arrived. Although it was somewhat hard to see, I could make out about 4 women in the room with about 8 black guys. Two women were dancing very closely with their partners. One of the guys had a woman's skirt pulled up and he was fondling her ass as they danced. The other dancing couple were making out and I thought that the guy was rubbing the woman's breast. In the corner, one woman was sitting in a guy's lap. They were also making out. His hands were between her legs. The other woman was on her knees. I could only assume that she was sucking the guy's cock. None of the four looked like Samina. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed by this.
"Can I help you guys?" A voice said behind us. I turned and saw yet another large black guy.
"Oh, um hey Bo," said Sudhir. "This is, um Umer. He's never been to a party here and I just wanted him to take a quick look."
Bo looked at us for a few seconds. "Okay," he finally said. I could tell that he didn't really care. He just wanted to get back to the party and to the pussy.
"C'mon," said Sudhir. "Let's head back downstairs."
"Okay," I agreed very reluctantly. I really wanted to stay up and check out the scene a little more.
We went back down and went back over to the bar. While we were upstairs my cock had gotten hard. I adjusted myself to get more comfortable. Sudhir saw and smiled. "Quite a turn on, huh?"
"Um, yeah," I answered. I looked down, rather embarrassed. My penis trapped in its cruel prison needed to be adjusted, and I tried to be as discrete as possible, but alas was not discrete enough.
"Hey don't worry about it. Made me horny as hell too!" Said Sudhir, and then rather pointedly adjusted his own crotch. I could not tell if he was locked up or not.
I looked around the room and again began watching some of the porn.. It made me even hornier, my penis was really hurting in that infernal device, designed as it was to cause pain if the penis started to get hard, which it did despite my efforts for it not to. Several of the guys were on the couches. They looked uncomfortable. Horny. They did not seem to be in a mood to talk. I could not blame them for feeling that way.
"So, um, its just a room full of horny guys?" I asked Sudhir. The thought of Samina fucking and sucking a big black cock kept flashing through my mind. This image, added to what I saw upstairs, my longtime imprisoned penis, and the porn on was an equation for one horny and frustrated guy!
"It's something isn't it?" answered Sudhir. I noticed that he was rubbing his crotch. Did he even realize that I saw? Did he care? I thought he was not locked up and envied him a fair bit.
"I didn't know how I was gonna make it the first time," he continued.
"No kidding," I said, laughing a bit.
Sudhir smiled. "Well, there is always R & R."
"R & R?" I asked, not sure what he was referring to.
"The release room," answered Sudhir "Its what we," he gestured to the other guys in the room, "named it."
"W-what is it?" I asked.
"C'mon. I'll show you." Sudhir got up and I followed him.
We walked to the far side of the basement. For the first time I noticed a door in the wall.
Sudhir opened the door. Inside was another room. It was very dimly lit. We walked in and Sudhir closed the door. I looked around and noticed a couch, futon and table. On the table were some boxes of tissues, some towels, tubes and what looked to be some condom packets. Mike turned to me.
"First, what happens in R&R stays in R&R." Explained Sudhir.
I smiled. "I think I've heard that somewhere before."
"I'm serious," Sudhir said. "We are all extremely horny. Sometimes you just have to take care of it. We set this room up so that we could do it, um, undisturbed."
I looked at the stuff in the room. "So, guys take turns coming in here and jacking off?"
"Jack off, meditate, do whatever they need to do." He was less than specific. I thought for a moment and then looked back at the table and the futon.
"So, um, more than one guy --" I started to ask, but Sudhir cut me off.
"Like I said, what happens in here stays in here. This whole night is about having fun. A good time. For your wife and for you. This room can be a part of it. However you want to use it! Understand?"
"Sure," I answered. I still wasn't quite sure what else the room was good for other than jacking off, but we went out and back to the bar. I didn't see any new faces in the room, and I assumed that the full 'group' was there for the evening. I could hear the music still thumping above. Not much else. I could only imagine.
"Umer," said Sudhir, standing next to another guy, "this is Bill. Bill, Umer." I shook Bill's hand and we said out hellos. He was a pretty non-descript guy. Again, dressed in similar nice pants and a button down. Its like we had uniforms. Team "Our wives are fucked by black men!"
Sudhir and Bill chatted for a bit while I nursed my beer. Obviously, this wasn't what you would call a "normal" party, and thus it seemed, at least to me, that all these guys down here really didn't know what to say or do while we waited.
"So," said Bill, "how long have you been in the lifestyle?" I paused for a bit.
"You mean as ca uckold?" I asked in response. "Samina and I have been involved for a while now."
"Hmm.... it's something else, isn't it? Letting another man fuck your wife while you watch or," he looked around, "stay in the basement with a bunch of other cuckold husbands."
"C'mon Bill," said Sudhir, smiling. " Ease up on the questions. Its his first time here."
I knew that Sudhir was just trying to make be fell better, but I didn't really mind the questioning. I'd never really spoken to other men who felt the same why that I did. About watching wives fucking other guys.
"It's okay, Sudhir " I said. "In fact its nice to be able to talk to other men in the same position as me. It's good to know that I am not alone in feeling this way.”
"What way?” Laughed Bill. Having her get fucked by some big black cock?"
"Yeah." I laughed. Then added, “well getting fucked by any big cock!”
"Pretty wild, isn' it?" Sudhir chimed in with a laugh.
"Definitely." Bill added. “These parties are definitely do get wild."
"You can say that again." Sudhir laughed, sipping his beer.
I was a bit confused. "What do you mean?" I asked the other two guys. At that moment, I noticed a woman coming down the steps. She had on very short dress, long brown hair. She had a nice set of boobs, but nothing that could compare to Samina's.
"Watch," said Bill." And you'll see a bit of what I mean.
The lady who had come into the basement looked a bit tired, but had a huge smile on her face. She went over to one of the guys I hadn't talked to and tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his porn watching. He smiled as she sat next to him. Well, more like laid down next to him. Her little dress rode up and I could see her naked pussy and ass. Her pussy was red, and looked very wet. The guy instantly put his head between her legs and, I had to assume, began liking her. She began moaning and moving her hips up and down. I realized that she was talking tot eh guy as well. I couldn't really hear what she way saying though.
Sudhir, must have noticed that I was trying to listen. "She's telling him about the big black cock that just fucked her."
"Oh. Um. Okay." I said. My cock was crying out in pain, is it tried to get hard. I couldn't help but think about all the times I had liked Samina clean. I was sure I would be doing so again that night. I glanced over at Mike and Bill. Both were staring at the action and both were rubbing their own, free, hard cocks. So far I had not seen anything that was too surprising. The only difference was that now more people knew I was being cuckolded by my wife. No big deal.
The woman was moaning rather loudly now and then with a few really load gasps, she seemed to collapse into the couch. Obviously, she just had a huge orgasm. After that, some light conversation started up between some of the guys again. The lucky guy on the couch sat up, his face all wet and sticky, and began helping the woman, who I assumed was his wife, get to her feet. The guy pulled her dress down as she tried to straighten her hair a bit. She gave the guy a quick peck on the cheek and I thought I heard her say, "Thanks honey, see you later." Before she turned and walked to the stairs. After she was gone, I looked back at the guy and saw that he had his hand down his pants and was rubbing his cock. He eventually took his hand out and went straight to the R&R room. I didn't blame him.
I wondered what Samina was up to?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

This section is based on Samina's telling all that happened at her end, while I was in the basement. For the sake of story telling, I have added a little color to the scene, but the basic gist of it is exactly what Samina told me.

Samina saw me head down some steps and then the door closed behind Well, Tim closed it. He turned when he saw Samina and smiled.
"Welcome back," said Tim.
"Thanks," answered Samina. She couldn't help but feel like Tim was undressing her with his eyes.
"Ready to go party?"
"Absolutely!" said Samina. She pointed down to the door where I had gone. "Is it down there?"
Tim laughed. "Oh no. That's where all the cuckold husbands go to wait."
Samina laughed and said, “okay!”
"Hey," said Tim, taking Samina by the hand. “I hope you have a good time!”
"I am sure I will!” Samina said confidently.
"And don't worry," said Tim, "you don't have to do anything, or anyone, you don't want to. If someone tries to mess with you, they'll answer to me."
Samina was reassured by Tim's words, and she smiled at Tim. "Thanks".
"No problem. Can I get a hug, Samina?" Tim laughed, sweeping her into his arms.
"Sure," said Samina. She hugged the big black man and felt a huge bulge pressing into her belly. Samina was startled and stepped back. "Oh."
"Something wrong?" said Tim smiling? He brushed his hand across the front of his trousers, his bug cock twitching.
"Um, no," mumbled Samina. “Is that a cue ball in your pocked, or you just happy to see me!” Samina laughed.
"Take a guess!" Tim still smiled.
"Very nice indeed!" blurted out Samina. She was starting to get aroused and excited.
"Oh, yeah," answered Tim. "Wanna see?"
Samina could only nod her head. Tim unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear down. His huge cock flopped out -- Samina could see he wasn't hard yet and was already bigger than me, even when I was fully erect. And Tim' cock was much, much thicker. She loved making comparisons that in her mind!
Samina longingly stared it, wide-eyed. Tim stepped forward and hugged Samina again. She felt big cock between them. Tim began caressing Samina's ass. Soon one hand was on a breast and he leaned over and kissed her neck lightly.
"MMMMM," moaned Samina. She was so hot that she thought that she was going to explode. She began grinding her pussy in Tim' leg.
He knew that she was ready to go.
"Let's take this party upstairs," said Tim in Samina's ear. As she backed up and tried to calm down, he pulled his pants back up, then put his arm around her. Tim also grabbed Samina's hand and placed it on his cock. Samina reflexively grabbed it, again marvelling at its enormous size. She rubbed her hand across his pants. She loved big cocks so, and could barely wait to be pleasured by it.
"Nice," said Tim. As they got to the stairs, he let Samina go first. As she walked up, Tim put his hands on her delectable ass. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her little black thing. Tim put a finger on her hot pussy. He felt how wet Samina was. How excited she was for black cock.
"Oooooohhhh," gasped Samina. She was close to creaming, and nothing had happened yet! What kind of magic could this guy do on her?
At the top of the stairs, Samina saw a hallway with a number of rooms. Some of the doors were open, while others were closed. As Samina and Tim walked by the closed doors, she hears moans and screams. Raw, powerful sex. In the rooms with the doors open, Samina saw movement of people. She couldn't tell who or how many, but she heard the sounds of sex - the slapping of flesh on flesh, sucking, moaning. It was all overwhelming Samina. She couldn't remember ever being so horny before. The two got tot he end of the hallway and Samina saw that the last room was empty. Before they went in, Tim stopped her.
"Like I said downstairs, you don't have to do anything or anyone that you don't want to. That includes me."
Samina smiled and walked close to Tim. Her left hand caressed his bulge. "Fuck me!"
Tim smiled and took her hand as they entered the room. Like most wives there, Samina couldn't resist a big cock. Samina saw that the furniture in the room consisted of a large king-sized bed and a dresser. The dresser had some towels and sheets on it. The bed looked pretty freshly made. A small lamp on the dresser dimly lit the room
"Strip for me baby" said Tim. Samina smiled, but glanced at the open door.
"Do you want to shut that?" Tim asked, not knowing that Samina did not have a shred of modesty left in her.
"Nope." Samina said confidently. She was hoping that people would watch them, as she lifted her tight top over her head.
Tim lay back on the bed, rubbing the front of his pants. The bulge was growing. Samina unsnapped her bra and her large breasts swung free.
"Mmmm," said Tim, "I knew I was going to like seeing those big titties! I can't wait to suck on them." He laughed.
Samina giggled happily, and quickly unzipped her short skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her in her thong and shoes.
Tim stood up. "Now undress me."
Samina knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. After unsnapping his pants, she let them slide tot he floor. He was wearing red silk boxers. The big cock moved underneath. Standing, Samina grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. Tim put his arms up, allowing Samina to pull the shirt over his head. He stood in the boxers and shoes. Slipping out of the shoes, he stood again in front of a kneeling Ann. She slid the boxers down. Tim's cock sprang out.
"Oh my." said Samina with a huge grim. "It's huge. It's so lovely!"
"Nine inches of pleasure baby." Samina tried to put her hand around it. She didn't come close.
"It's so thick," she whispered, and kissed it all over.
"Yeah, gonna fill up your pussy real good." Said Tim, as Samina slid her hand up and down the big shaft. Tim moaned slightly. "Suck it baby. Suck my big black cock."
"Oh my," said Samina. Her lips touched the black shaft. Warm and spongy. It smelled good too. Freshly washed. Samina's lips opened and part of the big head slid in a little. Just. She was amazed. She slid her mouth down the big shaft, getting it slick with saliva. She used her left hand to slowly jack the big cock up and down. She could feel her little thong getting soaked in her juices. Sucking cock always made her wet. After several minutes of slurping, her jaw began to get a little tired. She looked up into Tim's eyes. He was staring down at her. She let the big cock pop out of her mouth.
"Fuck me!" Samina moaned. She admitted that was going crazy with lust.
"Not yet baby," answered Tim. He pulled her up and turned with Samina. She moved and sat down on the bed. Starting with her lips, Tim began to softly kiss her all over her body. He spent a lot of time on her tits. Licking and sucking. Moved down to her stomach. When Tim grabbed her thong, Samina lifted her ass up, allowing him to pull the little panties down her legs. He parted her legs and shoved two fingers deep into her vagina, making her jump and cry out.
"OHHHH GOOOOOD!" moaned Samina. She could feel Tim's magical fingers penetrate her pussy. It felt so good! Electric shocks hit her when he ran them across her sensitive clit.
Tim assaulted Samina's pussy with a vengeance. He was very very good at finger-fucking pussy. And Samina was enjoying it, but she wasn't in this room, this house, to only have her pussy fucked by fingers. When she was nice and juicy, Tim slid up her body.
"Ready for my cock?" He gurgled.
"Oh, yeah!" Samina whispered.
"Beg me for it." Tim demanded.
Samina smiled. She loved the idea of being owned and used. "Please sir, fuck me with you big black cock." She paused. Tim looked at her. They both knew what she was going to say next. "Master."
Tim slid the tip in slowly. Samina gasped. No matter how wet she was, Tim knew that he had to go slowly. Get her used to him. The size. Inch by delicious inch, he worked the big piece of meat into her. Samina was moaning and gasping. She came. Once. Twice. Little orgasms that were building in intensity.
"It's so big!" Samina said, feeling wonderfully full and stretched! Just how she loved it! The cock was stretching her insides in a million different ways. "Oh god," moaned Samina, as Tim continued to go deeper into her.
For a few minutes Tim teased her, by keeping his strokes shallow. Samina was moaning in frustration, wanting him deep in her. Then, happy with the way she was reaction, Tim finally sank all the way in. "You took it all baby." He crowed happily.
Samina couldn't answer. Couldn't think. The pleasure was just too intense. Tim didn't move. He simply let her enjoy the feel of his thick, long cock in her quivering pussy. Then, Tim began to slowly, oh so slowly, move in and out. Pulling out farther and plunging back in. Samina moaned and gasped. She pawed at her own tits. Her legs thrashed a bit.
"I think my slut likes her big black cock." Tim laughed
"G-god yes!" Samina gasped, cumming yet again.
"Hubby can's fill you up like this, can he?" Pumping in and out, Tim spoke.
"N-no." Samina croaked.
"Your hubby make you feel like this?" Slap. Slap. Slap. Big balls pounding against her little white ass. Tim slammed his meat into her. Samina grunted.
"Gawwwwdddd N-nnno." Samina stammered.
"He can't, can he? Doesn't have the cock for it?" Slap. Slap Slap. Slap.
"N-no!" Samina croaked again, loving Tim's comparions.
Tim began to pick up the pace, driving his cock in and out of Samina's pussy. Both were sweating from the raw animal sex. Samina moaned and screamed. It felt so fucking good!
"Your pussy belongs to me now," hissed Tim in Samina's ear.
"Y-yes! God yes!" Tim pulled out completely. His cock popped out with a loud squishy noise.
"Turn over so I can fuck my pussy good and hard from behind." Samina rolled over and stuck her ass high in the air. Tim lined his cock up and sank it deep into Samina.
"Ooooohhhhhh Gooooood!" gasped Samina again. Tim didn't let up though. He began thrusting in and out of her hard. He slapped her ass as he fucked her. He reached around and grabbed a tit, pinched a nipple. Samina loved it all.
"You like that big dick, don't you slut!"
"Yes!" SLAP!
"Yes, what?" Tim demanded.
"Yes, master!" Samina whimpered.
"I own you this evening, and whenever else you come back to this house!" Tim said
"Yes master!" Samina could feel her orgasm building. Could feel Tim's cock get even bigger in her pussy.
"No more fucking your little dicked hubby!"
"N-no!" Slap. Samina's ass stung. "N-no master!"
That put Tim over. He loved to hear those words from these white bitches. "Gonna cum bitch!" He thrust in and out faster and harder.
"Yes master! Cum deep in my pussy!"
"Fuck yeah!" The first spurt was like liquid fire. Samina could feel it deep inside of her pussy, and that set off yet another huge orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! OH GOD!! OH FUCK!" screamed Samina. She could still feel the spurts from Tim's cock. So much cum! Samina saw stars!
When she next opened her eyes, Tim was looking at her. He smiled.
"You nearly passed out," he chuckled.
Samina smiled weakly. " I..I guess I did." She looked around. She forgot where she was. Didn't know how long she had even been there.
"Just a few minutes, " answered Tim. "I was afraid I hurt you at first."
"Oh god no!” chuckled Samina. She sat up. "Oh my that was intense! Thanks!”
"You liked it?" Tim asked with a laugh.
"Hell yeah!" said Samina
"Enough to want to do it again?"
"Hell yeah!" Samina paused for a moment. "Unless you mean now. I don't think I can do it again right now."
"No," said Tim. "Not right now." He smiled. "I'll give you a few minutes to recover."
Samina reached down to scratch an itch on the thigh. It was all wet and sticky." I'm a mess."
Tim got up. He began putting on his clothes. Samina looked at him puzzled. "It's a good time to go and see how your hubby is doing."
"Really?" Asked Samina
"Yep." Tim said, but Samina still looked puzzled. "Trust me." said Tim.
"O-oh." Said Samina. She stood on wobbly pegs. She reached for her thong. Tim held his hand out.
"You won't need that." Tim told Samina, who gave him the damp little panties and proceeded to put on the rest of her clothes. When she tried to clean some of the sticky cum off of herself, Tim stopped her again. Samina did as he asked. She was still in the after glow of the glorious fucking he had given her. She was thinking of his big black cock and found herself getting a bit aroused. She smiled to herself, and squeezed her thighs together slightly.
"Ready?" asked Tim.
"I thought you needed a while to recover." Samina laughed at her latest lover.
Tim smiled. "That's the spirit. I'll be ready to go soon." He paused. "And then we'll get a buddy to join us and we'll both fuck you. One in you pussy and one in your tight little ass."
Samina got weak-kneed again. Now she was definitely horny. She wanted to feel two big cocks going in and out of her. The two went back through the hallway. Samina looked in the rooms and saw various combinations of white women and black men. Big cocks getting sucked and fucked. Women moaning and screaming in passion. Deep voices telling then that they loved big black cock. Samina was definitely having a good time!
After stopping and getting some water in the kitchen, where a guy named Bo took some time to squeeze Samina's big tits for a while, Tim and Samina headed down to the basement to see what the white cuckie hubbies were up to.
From this point on (till further notice), the story returns to me narrating what was happening with me.
I was sitting on a couch, watching a bit of porn when Sudhir, who was sitting next to me, suddenly said, "damn, look at her!"
I turned and looked and saw Samina coming down the stairs. Her hair was a bit messed up, and her skirt and her top were a bit rumpled. Sudhir continued. "Now there is a beautiful woman who has just been fucked. Hard." He laughed and winked at me.
"That's my wife," I told him proudly.
"No shit?" Mike looked at me and then back at her. "Dude, she's fucking hot."
"Thanks," I said. Samina looked awesome. I noticed Tim behind her. Samina saw me and smiled. As she walked over, Sudhir mumbled something about getting a fresh drink, got up and left. Samina came over and stood in front of me. My face was about even with her crotch. The smell of sex was overpowering.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Hi honey!" she said, smiling.

"Hey sweetie." I mumbled in response. I could barely talk. I wanted to know everything. What happened? Was it good? Did anything happen? I was a whirlwind of questions. I was paralyzed by them. And I was so fucking horny that I though I was going to burst in my cage!
"Just, hey?" said Samina, still smiling. Wickedly. She slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the front of her skirt up. Enough so that I saw her wet, sticky thighs. "Don't you wanna know what I've been up to?" she asked innocently. She continued to pull that damn skirt up her waist. The bottom of her pussy peaked out. Covered in cum. Wet sticky cum from a big black cock.
"Oh god," I moaned. I couldn't help it. It was so hot. I pushed my face closer to her crotch. Wet. Cum everywhere. Instinctively, I stuck my tongue out and began to lick. Slowly at first. Then like a madman. The taste was now so familiar! Salty. Sweet. Sticky. Gooey. She was a mess. I moved and licked her thighs, her belly. All over. I also noticed how easily and deep I could stick my tongue into her pussy. She had definitely been fucked long and hard by a big cock.
Samina moaned and sat on the couch and lay back. Her legs splayed open. I dove into her pussy again. As I licked, Samina began to recount her recent fuck session. How big Tim was. How thick his cock was. How hard she had cum, with his cock. How it was so much better than mine ever was. I thought I would cum right then. We were both getting more worked up as she talked. Finally, Samina gasped and I swallowed a whole lot more spunk. I looked up at her, my face a glistening mess.
"Thanks, honey," said Samina. "That was nice." After a minute or so, she sat up, moving her skirt back down. I looked around, most of the other cucks were looking at us, no doubt wishing that they were me. Wishing that they were licking Samina's cum drenched pussy filled with a black man's cum. I felt pretty lucky. And horny, I felt my cock aching badly in its plastic tube, and no amount of adjustment on my part would make it any better.
Sudhir, came back over to the couch and I introduced him to Samina as I wiped my face off with a napkin. Samina blushed a bit as Sudhir told her hot she was and how lucky I was to be married to her. I shifted again, and Samina put her hand on my crotch, and squeezed my balls slightly.
"Are you having a good time?" she asked.
"Y-yes, as much as I can!" I answered. I noticed that Sudhir had sat down on the other side of her. Samina put her other hand in his crotch, rubbing his dick as well.
"And you?" Samina asked Sudhir.
"Y-you bet," Sudhir answered. I could tell that Samina was getting off on how horny we both were. How close we were to coming in our pants.
"Great!" exclaimed Samina as she patted both of our little dicks and stood up. We both groaned in unison. "Cause I am too!" She added. I noticed that Tim had walked over to us. He glanced at Sudhor and I and may have mumbled a hello.
"Hi Tim," I said. Samina turned and kissed my head.
"Well," she said, "I don't want to keep you boys from having your, um, fun." She giggled and turned to Tim. "Let's go find your friend to fuck my tight little ass!"
I moaned. I think that Sudhir did as well.
Tim smiled. "Who said that he would be the one to get your ass?"
Samina laughed, and without looking back at me again, the two of them headed back up the steps.
When they had disappeared out of sight, Sudhir turned to me. "Man, she is fucking hot! Are you sure that this is her first time at this kind of a party?"
"Yes," I muttered, and did not add that she had plenty of experience with well-hung. It seemed to make Sudhir hotter to think that this was the first time Samina was cuckolding me, and I decided not to deprive him of that pleasure.
"Well, she's got me so hot that I may explode." Sudhir rubbed his crotch as he said this.
"Me too," I answered, and let a sigh. At that moment, I was more envious of Sudhir, than I was of Tim.
"I don't know about you," he said, "but I need some relief in the R&R room." He paused, and then asked, "You coming?"
"Y-yes," I answered. I looked around the room. Another wife was getting her pussy cleaned from her hubby. Guys were at the bar drinking and others were watching the porn on the television. I noticed Bill rubbing his pants furiously as he watched another guy lick a woman's pussy. The whole situation was very surreal.
Sudhir opened the door to the R&R room and we went inside. I walked in and turned to close the door. When I turned back, Sudhir had his pants unbuttoned and his cock out. I noticed that it was not much bigger than my own, in fact it was little thinner. I also saw that he was wearing a little pair of panties.
"Ahhhh," he said, rubbing his dick. "man am I horny." Sudhir, took off his pants and shirt - - well, all of his clothes and sat on the couch. He rubbed his cock, his eyes closed. After a minute he opened them and looked at me. "Hey, don't be shy on my account," he said, as he continued to jack off.
I briefly hesitated, then quickly took my own pants off, showing off my imprisoned penis.
"Hmm now that is not very nice of Samina," laughed Sudhir/ He was looking at my dick while he stroked his own.
"Thanks." I answered softly.
“Why don't you take that thing off and give yourself some relief?” Sudhir asked me very seriously.
“I can't, Samina was be mad and disappointed. I promised her never to do something like that!” I said defensively.
“Oh come now, she won't mind, I am sure After all she is having a good time, why shouldn't you?” Sudhir had stopped playing with his cock and was looking at me seriously.
“No I can't. I know she will be very unhappy if I took it off.” I said.
Sudhir shrugged and said, “she really does have you wrapped around her little finger!” He went back to jerking off. “I can just imagine Beth now,getting drilled by some big black cocks."
"Yeah,” I added. "All that cum leaking out of Samina was so hot."
“Oh yes." said Sudhir. "She looked well fucked. Looks like she is a real size queen. She probably doesn't even want to fuck you any more."
"N-No," I croaked in agreement.
"Poor you! Poor us. I get nothing more than the occasional sympathy fuck from my wife." said Mike.
I just half-nodded indicating that I was in the same boat as he. But I envied him even more, at least he got to fuck his wife, even if it was occasionally, for me it was just a dream now. I was sure that Samina had no intention of ever fucking me again.
Sudhir went back to jerking off, and feeling uncomfortable watching him, I turned around, and pretended to look at one of the cheap, reproduction paintings on the wall.
Suddenly I heard Sudhir let out a moan, and turned around to see him wiping his hand and cock with tissue paper. He gave me a smile and said, that felt amazing! I really needed it!”
I could only nod and smile back him. "Well, um. . . " I stopped, not knowing what to say.
"So, uh, has it really been a while since you fucked your wife?" Sudhir asked me
"Yeah," I said. “It's been a while.”
"Um, I guess I can understand that," Sudhir said sagely, as he cleaned myself up a bit and had started to put his clothes back on. "Yeah, well in a way that is how it is with Beth. She likes to keep me waiting for a few days before a party to, um, you know, build up the sexual tension."
"I see." I said, not bothering to point out that he was still better off than I was.
"Well, the time after became longer and the time before became longer too." Sudhir sighed.
"So, uh, when was the last time that you got to fuck your wife?" I asked.
Sudhir thought hard for a few moments. "Huh. I guess its been several months now."
“But at least you get to jerk off!” I said.
"Well," he answered. "I fo jack off a lot. Beth likes to watch me jerk my cock in a little pair of panties. And um, she has a boyfriend."
"Really?” I asked. “Who is the lucky guy?”
Sudhir looked a bit sheepish. "Well, um, yeah. One of the guys from a party. They hit it off really really well. And, uh, they go out once or twice a week."
"Damn," I said. "That's really hot. Samina has had several boyfriends, she loves dating."
"No kidding," said Mike. We cleaned up the room as best we could and went back out into the main area. "I fucking love it when I dress her up for a date with her lover. They're planning on a long weekend away together this summer."
"Nice!"I said. I could completely understand how Sudhir felt. We headed back over to the bar for some water or soft drinks.
"I imagine that some of the couples have left," said Sudhor. "Some of the ladies can only cum a few times and then they're done. Didn't seem that way for Samina."
"N-no." I could only imagine what she was doing back upstairs.

Back to the story as told to me by Samina.
Samina couldn't believe how horny she was again! Having melick Tim's cum out of her messy pussy was so fucking hot! She really got off on having me lick her clean. She was like a ball of fire again, even though she had already cum several times this evening.
"So, what would you like to do?" asked Tim, as they reached the top of the stairs.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're probably tired. We could just chill for a while. Have a drink and chill on the couch. I know its your first time and all. You're probably kind of wiped out right now."
Samina smiled at Tim's sweet concern. Sitting on the couch and drinking a glass of wine might be nice. Samina, however, didn't come to the party to be nice.
"I guess we could do that," said Samina, as she stepped close to Tim. Her big tits mashed into his chest and she grabbed his crotch. "Or you could fine that friend that you were talking about."
She could feel Tim begin to stiffen. "Are you sure?"
"MMMMMMM, oh yeah," answered Samina. She was in no mood, to let all of these thick black cocks get away from her tonight!
" I'll be right back. Stay right here." Tim happily walked away from her, a spring in his step.
Samina noticed that they were standing in a little side room. A few other guys were in the room as well. Black of course. As soon as Tim walked away, another quickly came up to Samina.
"Hey," the guys said to Samina, checking her out.
"Hi," answered Samina. This new guy was big, and hot.
"Wanna dance?" said the guy. He was quite cocky and sure of himself.
Samina didn't see Tim hurrying back. "Sure."
The music was soft and erotic. Samina wrapped her arms around this new guy's neck and he began kneading her ass. He pulled her close and she could feel his big cock on her belly.
"I-I'm Samina." She could feel herself getting flushed.
"Mmmmm. Hi Samina," he said into her ear. "I'm your new boyfriend Colonel." He was quite cocky as he answered her.
"Huh?" said Samina.
Colonel had slid his hand up her thigh and was pushing a finger or two into her pussy as they danced. It was getting harder and harder for Samina to concentrate because of the wonderful feeling radiating from her sopping wet crotch. "W-what about. . .?"
"James? Don't you worry about him. You have your fun with him tonight. But you and me are gonna be fucking from now on."
"Uh, ah, well, I'm. . . " Samina did not know what to say. She was attracted to Colonel and wanted to hop into bed with him at the first opportunity, but was not sure what the etiquette at these parties was.
Colonel had quickly unzipped his pants and placed Samina's hand on his cock. Huge and thick. She instinctively began sliding her hand up and down.
"Married?" Colonel smirked as he said it.
"Uh, huh. ohhhh. . . " moaned Samina. Colonel was plunging three fingers into and out of Samina's her soppng wet pussy now. She was close to cumming again.
"Great, the little sissy will get you ready for our dates, 'cause after tonight, the only cock you're gonna be fucking from now on is my big fat black one. Right?" Colonel laughed.
"Uh huh. . . "Samina's eyes rolled up in her head. She could feel herself getting even wetter and hotter.
"You're a hot little slut, aren't you?" said Colonel, his fingers pushing in and out of Samina's pussy.
"Yessss," was all that Samina could say. Colonel had gotten her so hot, so fast! Perhaps it was the whole evening. Maybe it was his attitude! Such a cocky guy. Such a real man! Whatever had caused it, Samina felt like her body was on fire.
"What's going on here?" said a booming voice. Samina turned, startled, and saw Tim standing with his hands on his hips, staring at the two and looking mad.
"What'chu mean man?" answered Colonel. He kept his fingers deep inside Samina. She turned and saw a serious look on his face as well. The idea of two big cocked black men, facing each other, strangely was turning her on. A lot! Two black bulls fighting for her little white pussy. Samina moaned with need.
Colonel backed away from Samina, finally removing his fingers from her pussy. His baggy pants fell to the ground, leaving his huge cock to bob obscenely in front of him. Tim walked towards the two.
“Oh, so it's gonna be like that huh?" Tim walked right up next to Samina and quickly undid his own pants. They also fell to the ground and his large cock stood out erect in front of him.
Samina licked her lips and looked from one to the other. She wasn't sure what these two studs would do next. Fight? Wrestle with their big cocks sticking out? The thought made Samina squirm. Very hot. She realized that her own hand was rubbing her pussy. She also noticed that neither man had said anything. When she looked up at both, she saw that they were both smiling. . . trying not to laugh.
Colonel looked at her. "We're just playing with you," he said.
"Yeah," said Tim, now laughing.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina was mad at first at the joke being played on her. Then she smiled. "So no cock fight over little ol' me?" she said sweetly. She thrust her chest out a bit more as she said it. and both mens eyes were drawn to her large tits.
"No," answered Colonel, putting his hand on her ass. "We're just gonna take you upstairs and fuck you."
Samina smiled as the three, after the two men pulled their pants back up, went to the stairs. As they climbed, Samina turned to Colonel.
"What about the part of you being my boyfriend?" she asked.
"Oh, that part's true," he answered.
Samina turned towards Tim. "Is that ok with you?" She didn't want to upset the guy she was having so much fun with so far that evening.
Tim smiled. "Well, I, uh, got my own white wife girlfriend. So, um, its ok with me." He was clearly a little nervous that Samina would be upset about that. She wasn't.
"Great!" said Samina, smiling. She couldn't wait to share the good news with Umer!
At the top of the steps, the three went down the now familiar hallway. Samina, however, found that many of the once occupied rooms were now empty.
"Where did everybody go?" she asked the two men.
"Most are gone I s'pose," answered Tim. "People don't mess around at these parties. They get right to the fucking. And when they're done. . . "He didn't finish the sentence.
"Yes?" Samina asked.
"They leave."
Samina smiled. "You mean, the guys don't want to stay around and talk and cuddle?"
Colonel laughed at that. "That's what your little-dicked white hubby is for!" The two men continued to laugh and Samina smiled.
It was true though. She knew that she would be able to tell meabout this night for a long time. She thought about my little dick, desperately trying to getting hard in the cute white cage, as I used his magical tongue on her pussy while she whispered brief glimpses into her night of getting fucked by two big dicked black men. Samina shivered with excitement at the thought, which brought her back to the moment.
The three went into a room that was different from the one that Samina and Tim had used before. The bed was a bit bigger. And it was directly across from another room. And it was occupied! Samina turned in the doorway and looked over. Another woman, blond, was riding a cock for all she was worth. She was moaning continuously as she bounced up and down. The black man beneath her was letting her do all the work. He simply supplied the big black fuck pole.
"Nice, isn't she," Tim whispered in Samina's ear. He had moved a hand around Samina's chest and was massaging her large left breast. His other hand was caressing her ass.
"Mmmm hmmmm," moaned Samina in response. "D-do you know her?"
"Yeah, that's Beth," said Tim. His hand had moved from Samina's breast to her pussy. Tim had pulled Samina's skirt up, and he was rubbing her clit. His hand, plus the idea of flashing the other couple, were really turning her on. It didn't matter that they were paying her no attention, she was still getting more aroused. Through the fog of her excitement, Samina was still able to think about the situation and the people in the house.
"She's your married white girlfriend, isn't she?" Samina asked Tim.
"Mmmm, very good. You get a prize. What would you like little girl?"
Samina smiled. "How about two big black lollipops to play with?" she answered, cheekily.
"Are you sure that you can handle two?" asked Colonel. He was obviously serious.
Samina turned and looked at him. Then she kissed him, long and hard. She was touched by the fact that even in the midst of all of this sexual frenzy, he was looking out for her. It was much appreciated.
"I think so," she answered. She looked back over at Beth and the other black man, who were still fucking. "Doesn't she get, um. . .? I mean, don't you?" Samina was unsure how to phrase her question.
"No. There's no jealousy at the parties," answered Tim. He smiled. "I know that I get her the rest of the time."
"Um, what about....?" Samina was trying to remember Beth's husbands name, but couldn't.
"Her husband? He knows that and loves it too." Tim said simply.
Samina laughed. "Hmm I wonder how she wants to fuck him after you are through with her? Do they even fuck at all."
"Not for several months," Tim answered. "I told her that her pussy was mine now, and that his little pecker didn't get to fuck her anymore. And while she free to play with any man she likes, as long as she wants to attend our parties, she can only fuck her husband when I say it's okay, and well... lets just say I am not a very generous person.”
Samina laughed at that.
"Are you two coming or what?" asked Colonel. Samina looked over and saw him laying sprawled on the bed naked. His big cock was laying across his thigh. Even soft it was enormous.
"Mmmmm, definitely coming soon," said Samina.
She went over to the bed and crawled between Colonel's legs. She grabbed his cock and tried to swallow the big mushroom shaped head.
Tried!
While she could get most of it into her mouth, it was simply too big. Samina wondered briefly how porn stars were able to swallow so much cock. She was to again content herself with licking the shaft and head -- kissing and licking all over. She slid the still growing shaft up and down in one hand, and lightly caressed Colonel's balls in the other. Samina was so into Colonel's big cock and balls that she almost didn't notice Tim's hands on her ass. Samina paused and looked behind her. Tim's cock was bobbing obscenely in front of him. She felt him pull her back on the bed.
"Slide back a bit." Samina scooted back. She felt Tim move his hand between her legs, holding her open. Ready to be penetrated. She was so wet from cum, saliva and her own juices that he slid right in. So big and so good!
"OOHHHHH," moaned Samina, as she was filled up again. Tim's cock felt so food in her. So right. She loved the full feeling that he gave her. So deep and wide in her tight pussy. A feeling that my cock just didn't give her. But fortunately she did not have to worry about much more. Focusing a bit, she turned back to Colonel's cock. She tried to kiss and suck it some more, but Tim began fucking her and she moaned again.
"You like that?" asked Tim.
"God yes," answered Samina. She saw stars as she had a small orgasm.
"She likes it so much that she isn't giving my cock any love," said Colonel.
"Maybe a little DP then?" asked Tim.
"Huh?" Samina was dazed by the feeling in her pussy.
"Sounds good to me," answered Colonel. "What do you want?"
Tim smiled. "I'll take her ass."
"Wait." Samina wasn't sure what just happened, but she did feel herself getting even wetter. Then she felt Tim slide out of her with a pop. Colonel easily moved Samina up as he slid down. He was quickly underneath her. His big cock lined up with her gaping pussy and slid right in.
"OOHHHHH!" moaned Samina. He felt as good as Tim. Perhaps even better. So big and thick inside of her! As Samina fucked herself on Colonel's big cock, he whispered in her ear.
"I'll be having your ass a lot in the future."
Samina could only moan again. Tim quickly went over to the dresser and grabbed some lube. 'Lube Tube,' Samina thought. That made her smile. Although she couldn't see it, she imagined Tim squirting a bog dollop on his hand and rubbing it all over his big black cock. Then she felt him part her ass cheeks and slide a finger deep into her tight little asshole.
"Mmmmm." Samina loved the new sensation. Colonel's big cock stuffed into her pussy and Tim's finger in her ass. His big finger, Samina thought. It felt so damn good! She thought that Tim's finger was probably bigger than my little dick! And she mentally laughed at that image. Before she got too comfortable though, Tim slid a second finger into her. It burned for a bit, but Samina tried to relax. and soon the pain turned back into pleasure. Colonel had stopped moving beneath her, giver her body time to adjust to the new feelings.
Samina moaned and heard the squishing noise of Tim's finger sliding in and out. She could feel yet another giant orgasm building within her.
"Fuck me," she moaned. Tim smiled and looked at Colonel. He smiled as well. They both knew. Another married cum slut for big-cocked men. She would crave big black cock from now on! Tim eased his fingers out of her ass, and lined his cock up with her now stretched open little hole. He went in real slow. Samina was surprised at how easily the big head of his cock slid into her ass. The feeling was mind-numbing. She kept getting more and more full of cock. Black cock.
Tim could feel Colonel's cock in Samina's pussy. A strange sensation, but one that they had shared with many many other married white wives. Women like Samina would just not be satisfied with hubby's little dick like they would be when stuffed with black cock. The more the better! The bigger the better. After several long, agonizing minutes, Samina felt Tim close to her.
"All in baby," he whispered in her ear. "Ready to fuck?"
"Uhm oh, ahm uh," was all that Samina could utter. She was seeing stars and was afraid that she was going to black out. Tim took that response for a yes and eased out. Then back in. And out. And in. He began a nice slow rhythm. Samina moaned. A lot. Colonel began to move underneath her as well. While certainly not easy, the two big black men had done this enough times in the past to have worked out a nice pace that worked for both of them.
Samina was breathing hard. Colonel kissed her nose. She looked at him, eyes glazed, and smiled weakly.
"Like this?" Colonel asked her. Samina could only nod a bit. She couldn't concentrate on anything but the feeling, the wonderful feeling. In her pussy. In her ass. All over her tired and well-fucked body. The two men began to move faster inside of her. And harder.
"OH! OH GOD!" Samina yelled. She moved to a whole new plateau. This orgams was coming on like a freight train. "F-FUUUUCK!"
"Yeah baby," grunted Tim. "Take it." He was now slamming into her ass. His huge cock sawing in and out. Colonel's cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. Samina's little white body almost being thrown between the two men.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" yelled Colonel. "I'm gonna cum slut!" "OH! OH! OH! N-NYAAAAAAA!!!!!" screamed Samina. The orgasm hit her like an explosion going off in her belly.
"Yeahhhh!" screamed Tim, pumping his own cum deep into her ass. His cock spurted repeatedly.
"FUUUUUUCK!" answered Colonel. His cock spurting thick ropes of gooey cum deep into Samina's pussy. The three came for almost a full minute. Yelling, writhing, moaning and sweating! Tim tenderly pulled out of Samina's ass and collapsed on the bed beside the other two. He looked over at the pair. Colonel looked back and smiled.
"That was .....WOW!" said Colonel.
"Fucking hot," answered Tim.
"Unbelievable," said Beth, standing in the doorway. She and the other black guy were watching and smiling.
"Thanks," said Tim. "I'd say that you could be next, but I'm gonna need more time than a few minutes to recover from that one."
Beth smiled. "That's alright darling. We can make up for it when we go out on our date next Thursday."
"Mmmmmm, you bet baby," answered Tim. "Make sure that your hubby has you bathed, shaved and all pretty for me."
"Of course." Beth turned to the other black man. "That got me all hot again. Wanna go fuck again, or should I go downstairs and have my husband lick my pussy for a while?"
The two walked out of the room, discussing their options of more sex.
"Hey man, she's out cold," said Colonel, referring to Samina, who was still lying on top of him. His cock had slid out of her pussy, but he didn't want to move her off of him.
"Not a surprise," said Tim. He got up. "Why don't we get her cleaned up a bit?" Colonel moved Samina a bit, and his big cock slid completely out of her pussy. Cum was flowing out of Samina like a river.
"I bet her hubby would love this mess," said Colonel.
"Yeah," answered Tim. "Should we just take her down there?"
"Nah," said Colonel. "Let's take her to the shower. I'll clean my lady up with some soap and water."
Samina groggily accompanied them to the shower, still in her post-orgasmic haze. "Huh?" She had no idea where she was. How she got there.
"Shhhhh," said Colonel. He was holding her up. "It's ok baby. I gotcha."
Samina felt so weak. She knew that if he let go of her she would fall down. "M-my legs."
"Yeah, I know," chuckled Colonel. "That was one monster cum that you had." While holding her up with one arm, he rubbed Samina's sore pussy and ass with a soapy hand. Samina moaned. She felt so tired and relaxed. After washing her for a while, Colonel shut off the water and helped Samina step out of the shower. Samina sat down on the toilet as Colonel grabbed a towel. She still didn't trust her weak legs. Colonel stood her up and toweled her off.
"That was unbelievable."
"So I take it that you liked the DP experience?" asked Colonel.
Samina smiled and blushed a bit. "Oh yeah." She thought about how wiped out she was. "Although I don't think that I could do that again for a while."
"I agree," said Colonel. "You need to save that for special parties like this." Colonel grabbed his now soft, but still substantial cock. "I think that this should keep you happy though."
"Mmmmmm," answered Samina. "But I'm gonna need at least a few days to recover, and....” She laughed. “Nah I don't really. Gimme a a little while to recover, and I'll be ready to go again!”
Colonel laughed with Samina. “I bet you would be, you little slut!”
Colonel smiled. "How about me taking you out every week and fucking you with my big black dick?"
Samina laughed again as she put on her little mini-skirt. "Yeah, sure why not! I am sure Umer will have no problem with that!"
"Trust me," said Colonel, as he pulled on his own clothes. "If he's like all the other little white hubby's here, he'll love the idea. In fact, he'll probably beg you to do it and even get you ready for our dates."
"You really think so?" Samina laughed, pretending to be surprised at Colonel's assertion.
"Hell yeah," answered Colonel, putting his shirt on. "The only thing is, after fucking my big black cock for a while, you're not gonna want to fuck his little white dick anymore.
“Really?” Samina laughed, wondering when to tell Colonel the truth about our marriage.
"You'll see. Think about how good it felt to have my big black dick filling you up. Nice and thick." He smiled. "You'll still want him to lick your pussy, but let's be honest, bigcock is what you're gonna need."
Samina thought about her session. She knew Colonel was right. She smiled and kissed him, before telling him everything about our sex life. He only laughed and said that he was not surprised to hear it and was glad that he could enjoy Samina at least once a week. That was all he really wanted. With a last embrace and a long deep kiss, the two made their way to the basement.
Samina's narrative ended here.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina and Colonel found me in the basement. I was talking to Sudhir. We had cleaned up the area and were waiting. Beth and Tim were fooling around on the couch. As Beth was with Tim, I was a little unsure as to what happened to Samina. Her arrival with another big, young attractive black guy answered my question. Samina came up to me and I gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Hi sweetie," I said. "Have a good time?" I looked over at the new guy.
"Oh yes," said Samina, somewhat breathlessly. She introduced me to Colonel. He seemed like a nice guy. Definitely into Samina. His hand slowly rubbed her ass as we chatted.
"Colonel is a really nice guy," Samina told me. "I think we will see him again in the future."
I knew we would, and nodded my understanding.
"How about Thursday night?" Colonel asked Samina. He wasn't asking me.
"That sounds great," she answered. She didn't ask me.
"Um, well hon," I said, "We need to plan accordingly.. and . ." I trailed off as they both looked at me and smiled. I then realized that I wasn't invited. "Oh." I was beginning to understand the situation.
Samina looked at me with the gorgeous brown eyes of hers. "I am sorry Umer, there will just be Colonel and myself.”
"Oh, ah sure," I answered, my now soft cock starting to harden again in its plastic jail.
Beth and Tim walked up and more introductions were made.
"That was quite a performance you put on upstairs," said Beth to Samina.
Samina blushed at the praise. "Thanks. I didn't think that they would both, um, fit, but when they did, WOW! I have NEVER been fucked like that before!"
Samina looking right at me when she said that? I think I blushed at that point.
Beth smiled. "No kidding."
I looked over at Sudhir. He seemed to look as uncomfortable as I did.
As the two women chatted and made plans for getting together for lunch to chat, Tim and Colonel said their goodbyes to the ladies. Lots of groping and kissing. I heard Samina giving Colonel directions to our house.
"See you Thursday night," she said to him, as he rubbed her pussy under her skirt.
"Mmmm, can't wait," he answered. I think I heard Tim say the same thing to Beth.
Sudhir and I stood off to the side and watched. "You golf?” Sudhir asked.
"Yeah." I said
"Me too. We should get together for game sometime?"
"Uh yeah, you bet." This was so weird. What would we talk about? Other than our mutual desire to watch our wives get fucked by big cocked men? I was so weird.
As Samina and I walked to the car, she kissed me on the cheek. I stopped and looked at her. "Some night, huh sweetie?" I asked.
Samina smiled. "Yep," she answered. "But I'm so tired and sore. I can't wait to get home and get your heavenly tongue working on me!”
"Yes dear," I answered. My little twitching.
We went to many house parties after that. But mostly Samina went alone. They were reruns of what had happened the first time. Unfortunately, Beth fell in love with Tim and decided to divorce Sudhir. He was not taken by surprise, as he had seen it coming and did not create any hassles for them. At that point, Samina decided to stop going to the parties, and broke it off with Colonel. It was not that she was falling in love with him, on the contrary, she was actually growing bored of him, but she felt that the parties were no longer any fun, so there was no further point in going to them.
You would think that by Samina's development as a hotwife was complete, and you be correct. Well mostly correct. Never underestimate a woman's inventiveness and desire to try out new things. Of course, Samina had become quite fearless and unashamed in giving in to her sexual desires. You have already seen that one by one all her earlier fears were gone, and rules broken.
Anyway, the days have become a haze. I can't be exactly certain when the event I am about to describe below happened, I do know that it took place after Samina got bored of the parties and broke it off with Colonel. In the mean time Samina went sort of wild and in a matter of a few weeks ended up bedding 4 or 5 guys, she met mostly at her gym. What I am going to describe next was an evening at home with me present, with one of the guys. His name was Bishan, a recently divorced thirty-something, radio station owner. He had been in the US for a little over 20 years, and was the cliche Indian, a computer programmer for years (a typical 'worker bee geek with no life' is how he described it), he had one fine day quit his job, and used all his savings to buy a radio station specializing in Indian music. He also was an event promoter for Bollywood stars, and had arranged several events, all over the US and Canada, bringing over Bollywood stars to perform in them.
Bishan's meeting with Samina came about quite by chance. After working out one day, Samina was sitting in the gym jacuzzi right by the swimming pool. Bishan, just finishing his swim indicated that he wanted to use the jacuzzi, but seeing Samina in it, did not enter. He told her later that his initial thoughts were that she looked like a typical desi wife (Samina was wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit) who probably would appreciate having a strange man in the jacuzzi with her. So he was quite surprised when she invited him to join her, as there was plenty of room.
Samina told me that she was not looking for a hook up, but did find Bishan to be fairly decent looking, although she found his very hairy back a bit off putting. Samina has always had a dislike of excessive body hair on men, and Bishan had a lot of it. So she asked him to feel free to join her in the jacuzzi, not because she was hoping to hop into bed with him, but because she felt that there was no reason for him to wait another 15 minutes or so that she intended to stay in it, when there was enough room for 3 more people.
Of course when you are sharing a jacuzzi with someone, it's hard not to strike up a conversation, so soon Samina and Bishan were chit-chatting. Now, I don't think I have mentioned this before, but Samina is huge fan of Bollywood movies. Actually, Samina found out almost immediately that Bishan was an Bollywood promoter and event organizer. After all, what is one of the first things you talk about with someone you have just met? Their line of work, of course. So Samina's curiosity was immediately piqued when Bishan told her what he did. She was not too interested in his radio station, but the Bollywood event planning had caught Samina's imagination. She had always wanted to attend one of these events and meet stars in person.
Anyway, they spent a pleasant 10 or 15 minutes in the jacuzzi before parting ways. But they did exchange phone numbers. Samina had told him about her desire to attend one of his Bollywood functions, and Bishan in return had promised to give her choice seats at the very next one, which by pure coincidence was to be held in Miami in a few weeks time.
The next time Samina and Bishan met not at the gym, but rather a few days later when Bishan called to inform Samina, that he had her tickets for the Bollywood gala about a month hence. They agreed that he would give them to her the next day at the gym, and arranged time when both would be there.
The next day, at the gym, Bishan gave Samina a couple of his best tickets, and absolutely refused to take payment for them. Now these tickets were worth about $200 each, and Samina was not happy to get them for free, as she felt that she was depriving Bishan of his livelihood, and that was not fair. But Bishan would let her pay, so Samina insisted that she at least treat him to dinner that night; a proposal Bishan readily agreed to.
They had a nice dinner, and Samina told me that she found herself liking Bishan more and more. He seemed like a very genuine person, with no airs about him. He told her that the reason for his divorce was that his ex-wife and he had simply stopped seeing eye to eye, and that his heavy travel schedule all over the US and Canada to plan and stage events had taken its toll on their relationship, and they had drifter apart, now he was not interested in long term relationships.
Samina told him a little about herself and me, but not the juicy bits. She made it appear that were like any normal desi couple living in the US. But she did hint in a very roundabout way that she was open to extra-marital relationships. Whether Bishan took the hint of not was not apparent to Samina immediately, as he did not give her any indication one way or the other. What was apparent was that Bishan did invite Samina to join him for coffee in a couple of days, so he could tell her all about the upcoming Bollywood gala. Samina happily accepted the invitation.
Well that is how it started. The coffee date led to more coffee, lunch, and dinner dates. So that by the time the gala rolled around, Samina and Bishan were meeting 2-3 times a week under one pretext or another. Samina even went clothes shopping with him, at his request, as he told her that he liked having a female perspective on the clothes he bought.
Of course, there was no question of Samina going to the event as his date, although she would not have objected to dating him. But to a desi event, it was best to play it safe and not take any risks. So she asked me to accompany her, which I gladly did, as I too wanted to see what the Bollywood fuss was all about. Samina out on her finest sari, and was looking smashing in it. Bishen had advised us to rent a room in the hotel were the gala was being held, so that is what I had done.
Anyway, to my surprise, the evening was very enjoyable. Lots of skits, music, and dancing by the stars. We had the best seats in the house, right in front of the stage and on one occasion, a very good looking, slightly older male star even pulled Samina up to the stage to dance with him. Slightly embarrassed by the attention, Samina gladly went up on the stage and did a few minutes of dancing with the actor, much to audience's delight.
After the event was over, the actors were nice enough to come and mingle with the crowd, which was well over 10,000. And everyone was having a good time. Bishan, being the perfect organizer seemed to be everywhere at once, keeping an eyes on everything, but made sure that he checked in on Samina several times. A fact that Samina appreciated greatly.
Finally, around midnight, the crowd had emptied, with only a dozen or so people, and the Bollywood stars remaining, sitting around in a circle drinking tea. It was then that Bishan announced that he arranged an after party for which he had reserved the presidential suite of the 5-star hotel that the actors were staying in. Anyone who was in the mood for some late night refreshments and mingling, was invited.
All the actors said they were in the mood to unwind, and most of the other people agreed to join them. Samina was itching to go, and when Bishen directly asked her, if she would be coming along (and he asked her only, not us!), Samina jumped at the chance and said that yes she would. I was kind of trapped in a no-mans land, not knowing if Samina wanted me to accompany her. So when Bishen asked me if I would be accompanying them, I had to make a snap decision on what to say, and told him that while the offer was very tempting, I was very tired, as it had been a tough work week, and would prefer to retire for the night.
Samina kissed on the cheek and lovingly said that she understood how I felt and would go alone, and in fact since I was not going to to with them, if I wanted I could go to our room right away. I looked at Samina, and her eyes told me that she really wanted me to go, so I said my thanks and good-byes and head off.
I was not sure what to expect from Samina that night. Would she sleep with Bishen? Perhaps accompanying him to his room after the party wound down? Or would she just go, mingle with her beloved stars, have a good time and join me in our room. The fact was that I was so tired by them (it really had been a very long working week for me), that I did not have the mental energy to think any more, and was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow. My last thought as I closed my eyes was that it was well past midnight, and I wondered what time Samina would return.
Sometime later, I was awoken by the door lock clicking open and the a flash of light coming in from outside. I checked the bedside clock, and it showed that it was way past 5 am. Samina sort of stumbled into the room, and I realized that was more than just a little tipsy. I got up to help her.
“Oh it's okay sweetie,” Samina said. “I am just a little tipsy, not drunk. Had a little too much champagne! Sorry to have woken you up.”
“How did it go?” I asked groggily.
Samina was busy undoing her sari, and said, “oh, it was a lot of fun. These stars are very nice people. I had a great time talking to them.”
“I see,” I said, already back to half-sleep.
“Yeah, we talked and had some food, and drank some great champagne. All very relaxing.” Samina said as she plopped herself into bed besides me, stark naked.
I was too tired and sleepy to even ask her if anything happened. Besides I thought, that she was not asking of oral sex so it was very likely that nothing happened, and soon we were both asleep.
The next morning, surprisingly, Samina was up before I was. In fact it was just after 10 when she woke me up.
“Get up sleepy head!” Samina said cheerfully, as I opened my eyes.
It took me a few minutes to fully open my eyes, and clear my head. “Why are you up so early?” I asked, “It's only 10 o'clock!”
“Well you can sleep in if you like, I have to go.” Samina was very cheerful.
“What? Where?” I was thoroughly confused, she seemed wide awake and without any hint of the fact that she had been out late the night before.
“Well, some of the stars want to go shopping. But before that I have been invited to join them for brunch.” Samina explained.
“Just you?” I asked, throwing a pillow over my eyes, to block out the light.
“Well I guess, since I was invited directly by one of the stars, so I assume it was just me he had in mind.” Samina said, as she made some coffee.
“Which one? The actor I mean.” I asked.
“Oh, you know the one I danced with yesterday.” Samina said. “Want some coffee?”
The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me up a little more. “No thanks. And you mean....” I tried to search my memory for the actors name, and could not find it.
“Vinod!” Samina reminded me.
“Oh yeah, I remember now! He has asked you to go brunch with him?” I asked.
“Not just with him, but with all of them. Although, after brunch they will split up, and he has me to take him shopping.” Samina explained, sipping her coffee. “This coffee is delicious, are you sure you don't want some.”
“No thanks.” I was not surprised that the coffee was good, we were in a 5 star hotel after all. My mind was more on that old lech Vinod. He was at least 15 years older than Samina and was hitting on her! But Samina did not seem to mind, in fact she rather liked it.
“You know, growing, Vinod was my favorite Indian start. I watched all his movies on video. So its pretty exciting that I will be spending time with him. And it's amazing how well he has held on to his looks despite of the passage of time.” Samina said, as she sat the foot of the bed.
“I see, and isn't he married?” I asked, trying to remind Samina of absolute abhorance of sleeping with married men.
Samina sipped her coffee. “Divorced!” She said, then added, “for almost 5 years now. He was married to this god-awful actress, I often wondered what he saw in her. Some say that it was because her father was a big-name producer, and Vinod saw that as an opportunity. I don't care, he is no longer married to her.” Samina sounded very happy.
“Okay, well have a good time. When will you be back?” I asked Samina.
“Well they have a dinner invitation at the Indian Consulate for 8 pm, so I suppose we will have to be back by around 6:30 at the latest to give him time to get changed.” Samina said.
“And have you been invited to that as well?” I asked.
Samina laughed. “Of course not!”
“Okay,” I said as Samina got up and walked to the door. “Have fun.”
Samina laughed. “I am sure I will, you know how much I love shopping.”
Anyway, as she had predicted, Samina was gone till around 6:30 pm. I slept on a little longer and then after a rather late lunch, did some work on my laptop for the rest of the afternoon. Around 5 pm, I decided to go to the hotel gym and run on the treadmill for a while. When I got back to the room, just after 6:30, I saw Samina opening the door to get in.
“Hi, honey!” Samina smiled and kissed me.
“Hi, sweetie, how was it?” I kissed her back.
“It was great, we did a lot of shopping. And Vinod told me a lot of Bollywood secrets of the stars. It was fun hearing all the dirty laundry.” Samina laughed.
We had an early dinner that night and were in bed rather early too. Samina was very tired and we only talked for a little bit.
“Oh,” Samina said. “If you like, you can head back home tomorrow morning. I will be spending the entire day with Vinod. He wants to go sightseeing, and I told him I would love to show him around.”
I knew that she was hot for him, and my presence in Miami would not be very welcome by her, so agreed that I would drive home the next morning, while Samina would make it back with Bishan, who was slated to drive back in the evening. Vinod and the other stars would be heading back to India in about two weeks. Their 11 city tour of the US complete, they had decided to stay and vacation a little in Miami.
I knew that before those two weeks were up, Vinod would be making several deposits in my lovely Samina, and she would be gladly opening her legs for him any chance she got. She was start struck! It was written all over her face.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Well, I was right. When she came home the next evening, she told me that instead of going out sightseeing, Vinod had suggested they stay in for the day, and had ended up spending the entire day in bed in his hotel suite. Samina was a like giddy as a teenager as she told me that she had fucked a childhood idol of hers. She could not get enough of it. She told me that she had told Vinod everything about us, and that he had told her that he was glad she was married. He always had a thing for married women, and over the years had slept with dozens of wives, including the wives of many of his fellow stars, along with the wives of directors, producers, and even cameramen. Apparently he had father several children with those wives as well, but he didn't seem to care. He loved the feeling of superiority over their husbands, and that is all that mattered to him. Samina told me that it was not he who left his wife, it was she who left him, unable to put up with his womanizing any longer. She also said, that Vinod was without a doubt one of the best lovers she had ever had, and she could understand why so many women would be willing to break their marriage vows for him.
Samina was able to convince her boss to send her to Miami on a training course for a week. Of course she spent the evenings and nights with Vinod, usually in bed with him, and occasionally sightseeing. She was like a kid in a candy store, as far as Vinod was concerned, willing to do anything he asked her to. Including telling him more about me, and how much of a better lover he was.
Finally, after spending the weekend with Vinod, Samina came home and informed me that Vinod would be spending the following week in our city with Bishan, and had already asked her to spend the evenings with him. A request that Samina had happily granted.
And so it went for the week. On Friday morning Samina informed me that Vinod had expressed a desire to come to our house, so she had invited him to spend the night. I was not sure about that, but Samina was so happy about it, that I kept quiet and told her that I was happy Vinod was coming over.
Friday evening rolled around, Samina was pacing back and forth in front of the mirror occasionally twisting around trying to look at every part of her tight sexy body. She was nude due to having just stepped from the bath and there was still water rivulets dripping off her smooth lightly tanned skin. She was obviously pleased with what she was seeing. I know that I was.
Samina naughtily lifted each of her breasts with her hands, and as she pursed her lips in a mock kiss, she pinched at her erect nipples aggressively. She then rolled the swollen nipples between her red tipped manicured fingers and stuck her tongue out at me as she watched me gawking at her through the mirror.
I was rapidly getting an enormous erection. You see Samina had taken off the cage earlier, as a reward for good behavior, but had made me promise I would not jerk off, or pleasure myself until she was ready to let me do it. So there I was nursing an enormous erection, leaking precum, and desperately wanting to get pleasured. Well I say enormous but Samina would say something different then that. She would maybe remark that it was tiny or maybe even an itt- bitty hard-on. Or as she called it that evening, the little hard worm was out to play! What ever she would say would be closer to the truth then enormous would be. I was definitely smaller than Vinod, or any of her boyfriends thus far.
It had been decided long ago that the only way to satisfy my darling Samina was to let here have affairs. It was quite obvious to the both of us that I was never going to be able to do a proper job. The first disappointment had occurred about two months after our honeymoon when I had prematurely ejaculated all over the outside of her vagina before she could even get her panties off, and that had set a pattern. Small penis with quick release is not a good combination!
Samina was as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding night. She wanted everything to be perfect for Vinod. So taken in by him was she, that she blew off the phone calls from her other guy friends. It seemed that my wife had found someone to her liking, intense liking. All day Samina was atwitter with her desire to make sure that Vinod would be happy.
As I said earlier, Samina was pacing back and forth in front of the mirror. She was teasing me, making me watch her every move as though I would be watching anything else but my sexy blonde wife. She sashayed to her jewelry chest and lifted the lid. Samina pulled a tiny gold ring from the padded trough and sauntered over to me. I sat upright as she neared and prepared to help her. With my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, she stepped between them and then thrust her left breast in my face.
Without allowing me to touch her, she gently squeezed and rolled her left nipple until it was erect. She giggled as I attempted to put my lips around the hard little bud to suckle at it and she jerked backward saying that I was being a naughty little boy. She then proceeded to insert the sharp stud of the little gold earring through her ear.
As she twisted the tiny needle through her lovely ears, I thought back to when she had gotten it. It was gift from Vinod. They had gone out on their second date (which happened to be their first fuck date) and when she came home I immediately noticed the new earring son her ears. She had worn no others since then! In fact even her conversations with me were almost all about Vinod, his likes, dislikes, and tastes. Samina was like a collegegirl who had just gotten her first crush. The only things she didn't share with me in detail, were details of their encounters.
Samina paraded seductively back to the dresser where her little panties are kept. After rummaging through the drawer, she pulled out a tiny wisp of hot pink satin and lace. The panty was a thong style and the front of the panty was bordered in hot pink satin with the center panel made of frilly pink lace. She tossed the dainty garment at me and of course I caught it instantly.
After selecting her panty, she went into the next drawer down and retrieved the matching garter belt. It was made the same way only it had little baby pink bows covering the metal stocking clasps. The satin and lace piece of lingerie was also thrown in my direction.
The last item she chose was the matching bra. This was no every day bra. It's called a balconette bra! I call them half cup bras. It had lacy edges that caressed and cradled her breasts but fully exposes her nipples and the area around them. Sexy as hell, and teased me no end. I so wanted to reach out and touch those nipples, but Samina made it clear that they were for Vinod's enjoyment only!
Samina looped the hot-pink garter belt around her slender waist and fastened it in the back. She then sat next to me on the bed and started rolling a bright white nylon stocking onto her right foot. I watched closely as she unrolled the almost transparent material over her Fuck-Red toe nails and up her long slender leg onto her thigh. She looked at me very seductively and clipped the garter belts straps to the wide white lace band of her stocking top. She repeated the same thing with the other stocking only this time she never looked at me.
She leaned back resting on her arms and she appeared to be thinking of something. I asked her what was on her mind as I stared at her garter framed pussy. I was waiting quietly and wondered how she managed to shave her mound to where she only has a little strip of light blonde hair above her pussy. The lips and surrounding area of her vagina was as smooth as silk all the way to her little pink butt hole.
|Suddenly Samina giggled and spoke out. "Oh I nearly forgot to tell you. Something happened the other day that I want to talk to you about. When Vinod took me to that fancy restaurant last week, the Maitra'd asked the hostess to please show Mr. and Mrs. Sinha to their table. Vinod must have placed the reservations in his last name."
I told Samina, that it was no problem and that the Maitra'd most likely didn't know that she was his girlfriend because she had her wedding rings on.
"I know that's most likely why the matra'd introduced us as husband and wife. What really shocked me was how wet I became. When my eyes met Vinod's upon hearing those words I knew our relationship was changing. I took his arm and snuggled in as close to Vinod as I could get. I was so excited to think that everyone there would be thinking of me as his wife!" Samina giggled happily.
I was staring at Samina with my mouth hanging open and a raging hard-on. Jealousy and excitement surged throughout my body. The ice cold feeling in my stomach was killing me but my hard little dick was dripping with excitement.
"Honey, for that moment and as far as I was concerned, I was his wife. I was wet down there (her eyes glanced to her pussy) and ready to make passionate love to my husband! I would have done my new husband right there in the restaurant if he would have allowed it. Imagine, your hot little wife was now Vinod's hot little wife. I was no longer his girlfriend, I was his wife! If he had wanted to, I would have let him give me a baby!" Samina giggled again, as I swallowed hard.
I was shaking slightly at this new revelation. My sexy little wife was imagining that she and Vinod were husband and wife and she wanted to have his baby! I was going crazy. I'm not sure if it was Samina thinking about it or me. The thought was too intense and erotic, and the warm sensation of liquid in my crotch signaled that I had just prematurely ejaculated and it was because of this new fantasy.
Samina noticed me fidgeting and as soon as she saw the spreading wet stain of my "spermies" she giggled uncontrollably. “Aww, did your little hard worm have an accident?”She knew that I had a new fantasy to play with and she immediately started to formulate a slightly different scenario to cuckold me with physically as well as cuckolding me mentally. “Well I hope you enjoyed it! It may be your last for a while, the cage goes back on soon. I love keeping you soft!” Samina giggled again.
After her bout with the giggles subsided, she pulled up the tiny pink panties carefully so as to not snag her panty on her stocking clasps. The dainty garment barely kept her shaved pussy out of my view and it was driving me crazy. The sexy little pink lace panties barely covered her pouting pussy lips which bulged out straining valiantly against the lacy panel that partly covered them.
Samina stood up and looked over her smooth shoulder trying to see her tight little butt and the thin little string that separated her hot little cheeks. I looked up to see her staring at me and she patted her ass, smirked and walked away. "Should I wear a bra or not, honey?" She asked.
I was shaking as I stood up with the last piece of lingerie that she would wear. I was allowed to wrap the hot-pink balconette bra around her tiny body and up under her large breasts while she held up her mane of bleached blonde hair. This balconette or "half bra" lifted her large breasts up and squeezed them together. I was gazing into the mirror as I fumbled clumsily with the tiny hooks in back. I could see that the majority of her breasts were without coverage and the hot-pink satin and lace displayed her to perfection. Her tits were sticking out at least a half of an inch and the sexy jewel piercing her left nipple directed your eye's right to it.
Samina turned around and the front of her garter belt scbangd across the head of my little penis making me moan softly. She was standing closely now rubbing my soft cock, against the garter belt on purpose and her hot breath softly caressed my quivering throat. She moved onto her tippy-toes inching my penis closer and closer to her panty covered sex and her fucking pouty lips tickled at my ear.
She whispered hotly for me to get her white spiked heels from the closet and to get on my fucking knee's to put them on her feet. I turned obeying her order like a good cuckolded hubby should. I searched through spiked heel after spiked heel until I found the white six inch open toed spikes with two inch platforms and wide ankle straps. I turned back to find my wife sat on the edge of the bed with her long legs crossed over one another waiting for me to crawl to her.
On my knees, I waddled to my bride cradling the sharp tipped spiked heels in my arms. While I was searching for the shoes, Samina had found another item for me to adorn her pretty little feet with and naughtily tossed the dainty white ankle socks in my face as I sat on the floor at her feet. I was shaking wildly as I placed each little white sock over her stocking clad feet and pulled them over her slender sexy ankles. She had me kiss the arch of each little foot before slipping the wicked white spiked heels onto her precious feet.
I struggled with the wide patent ankle straps but managed to finally get them tightly buckled. I was then made to kiss the bottom sole of each shoe and then each ankle below the strap before being allowed to stand. Samina pushed one of her high heels into my groin so I could bend over and fluff the hot-pink lace trimming of her dainty little ankle socks to where it billowed out just over the top edge of the wide ankle strap of her shoe.
Before making adjustments to the other little sock, Samina pushed even harder into my penis with her heels mashing my little thingy into my belly and driving her sharp pointed heel into my tiny balls. She giggled mischievously as she pushed the toe of her shoe upward toward my belly button and digging even more harshly into my scrotum with her sharp heels.
I was sweating profusely when I finally finished with her high heels and socks. Samina instructed me to return to the closet and retrieve her hot-pink mini-dress with the sexy white lacing on the bodice and white lacy cuff's on the short puffy sleeves. This dress was skin tight around the bodice but billowed into a "flirt skirt" and it was very short. It looked like a little girls dress but instead, it was a naughty wife's dress and it also exposed a great deal of cleavage. I was thinking that I would most likely have to make adjustments to her garter straps because a dress this short would require me to shorten the garters so that the darker shade of her stocking tops wouldn't show.
I held the top part open so Samina, could step into this naughty little pink mini dress. Samina placed her hand on my shoulder to stabilize herself so she could step into it and was being very careful not to catch her heels on the slick fabric. I pulled the dress up over her hips and she put each arm through the short little sleeves. I carefully adjusted each lace of the bodice until they were tight and her hard nipples stuck out like two pencil erasers. If you looked close enough, you could also see the little impression that her piercing made through her tight dress on her left breast.
I was correct in my assumption that her stocking tops would show. I now went to my knees before my wife once again and started the task of fixing her garters while she held up the short hem of her skirt. I needed at least two more inches to hopefully hide the fact that my hot little wife was indeed wearing stockings. She giggled because I had to stare right at her lace panty covered pussy. I so wanted to stick out my tongue and lick at my wife's hairless pussy.
After correcting the issue with her stocking tops showing, she sat at her makeup table. I was instructed to crawl under the table to look up her little dress as she applied her makeup. I stared lovingly at her panty covered pussy as she hummed a little tune while putting on her lip stick and eye shadow.
"Honey, do you like for me to look sexy for my boyfriend?" Samina teased me.
I nodded my head up and down, and mumbled a yes.
"Something else happened at the restaurant the other night and I think I should tell you about it." Samina was in full teasing naughty mode and giggling like a little girl.
I was waiting with baited breath as she spoke and glanced up from between her stocking clad thighs to see that she was staring into the mirror putting mascara on her long dark eyelashes.
"I know you wanted to keep your status as a cuckold husband quiet but I think that your little perverted secret has been found out. You know Mr. and Mrs. Chughtai?” Samina was referring to the elderly retired Pakistani couple who lived not too far from us. Well, they were at the restaurant too. I was being naughty. They saw me making out passionately with my boyfriend. They saw your sexy little wife out on the town with her lover. They know I'm his girlfriend now for sure." Samina giggled.
I was shocked and a little worried. But was surprised that Samina did not seem to care that they knew. Well frankly there were both in their 80's childless, eccentric, and a little senile, so there was little chance that anyone would believe them, even if they went around telling people what they saw. But the danger of playing around in our town was suddenly made very real. It just pure luck that it was not someone else who spotted Samina and Vinod. I made a mental note to talk to her about that.
Samina spread her legs apart and told me to kiss the inside of her thighs if I had a little hard-on from what she was telling me. I softly placed little kisses on her stocking tops and was moving up the inside of her thighs toward her panties when she stopped me. I looked up into her eyes and she blew a kiss at me from her freshly painted cherry red lips.
"Does the thought of me being Vinod's wife, and having his child turn you on?" Samina, took my chin in her dainty hand and I nodded yes and begged her not to leave me.
"Oh baby, I won't leave you. It's just that we; me and Vinod, don't want to have to sneak around to be lovers. I want to be able to go out with him and not be afraid for people to see us together. I am his girlfriend dammit and other people should know that! Bishan already knows, as do a lot of his friends who were with us that night after the gala. But he has assured me that they will be discrete, except maybe Gloria Khanna, you know that annoying hag, no one likes, but puts up with because she is filthy rich, thanks to her late husband, who died and left her millions!”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Gloria Khanna, while only in her mid-40's, was a frustrated, fat, unpleasant, nosy old bitch, and I groaned at the thought of her seeing Samina and Vinod that night. Samina was probably right; I bet that old bitch was on the phone as soon as she got home!. She always stuck her nose in the air whenever we saw her. The only consolation there was, that she was also a known liar and habitually bad mouthed everyone, so few people really believed what she had to say. She had taken a dislike to Samina, the first time they had met and made her feelings well known.

I didn't really care at the moment what she or other people thought. I was only thinking about my sexily dressed wife who was getting ready for a date with her stud.
"Baby, if I was going to be his naughty little bride, what would you dress me up in? Would you dress me in that same old traditional wedding dress that I wore when we married or would you purchase a different wedding dress for me? Maybe a sexy little western wedding dress? A short little virginal wedding dress that shows my stocking tops like this?"
Samina stood up and toyed with the hem of her short dress. She inched it upward to show off her white stocking tops. She giggled as she asked if it would maybe be a little shorter and pulled her skirt up further until the clasps of her pink garter belt's straps came into view. I was definitely into this fantasy now and was fantasizing that it would happen someday. Just like she was saying it would.
Samina was about to speak of this fantasy a little more when the door bell chimed interrupting our little game. She told me to hurry up and let her boyfriend in while she put the finishing touches on her makeup.
I was greeting Vinod, when Samina came prancing into the living room on those wicked white heels and jumped into his arms kissing him passionately. Their tongues were wildly searching into and around others mouth's as Vinod's strong hands eagerly sought out her sexy little ass. He was inadvertently lifting the short hem of her dress and exposing her stocking tops and frilly pink garter straps all the way up to her sweet little butt.
After breaking their open-mouthed and very noisy kiss, they stared naughtily into one another's eyes. Samina had a smirk on her luscious red lip's as she whispered something into his ear. Both of the lover's giggled as they shared their secret and I was extremely jealous of the way Vinod was holding my wife. It was like he would never let her go!
They moved to the couch and Vinod sat down pulling Samina, onto his lap kissing her once again as his hand went between her slightly spread legs but still hidden under her dress. I could only see her beautiful brown hair but her whole head was moving as she sought out his tongue. It was as if they were fighting to see who would win the dual as their tongue's wrestled passionately.
"I guess Samina told you about us getting caught the other night?" I wimpishly answered yes as Vinod spoke to me from behind my wife.
"Your friends, saw us together. They saw us kissing in the restaurant." Vinod laughed.
They started kissing passionately once again and I could see Vinod's hand start to move. I think he was fingering my wife's pussy, because Samina had spread her legs even more causing her dress to ride higher exposing the sexy pink straps of her garter belt. I sat gawking as I imagined his long fingers teasing her smooth pussy lips through her pink lacy panties then, pushing under the edge of the tight little garment and inside my wife.
"Honey, I have something to tell you." Samina cooed.
I figured, that since Samina had not put the cage back on, she would have no problem if I played my little pecker as I day dreamed about the two lovers, and didn't hear her speaking to me. As far as I knew, they were still french kissing passionately and not even paying any attention to me. I figured that he had at least two fingers buried deep in her panty covered pussy and she wouldn't even know that I existed at the moment. That is why I was so caught up in playing with myself and not listening. I was just about to squirt in my pants again.
"Honey, Vinod wants me to become his girlfriend permanently, well whenever he is in town anyway. He wants me to see and sleep with him only. That excludes you as well. I won't even be allowed to have sex with my cuckold, just my boyfriend. I will only make love with my boyfriend." Samina giggled.
I was hardly surprised to hear that. She had stopped having sex with me a while back anyway. But to hear that her lover was demanding it was still quite erotic.
Both of the lover's looked at me to test my reaction and I quickly, even submissively looked down at the floor. I was shaking so bad. I was so jealous and I was so hard. I didn't know what to say or how to say it but I definitely wanted that to. I wanted my wife to deny me. I wanted her boyfriends to have her exclusively. It was time to drop the pretence that I had any rights whatsoever to her body!
I watched Samina close her eyes and tilt her head backward as a small orgasm started to build up in her body. She twisted slightly towards me but was still squirming sexily on her lover's lap. As her legs parted, she again started french kissing her boyfriend aggressively but now, I had a perfect view of Vinods fist working his finger's into her pussy.
Samina's pink lace panties were stretched tightly over his knuckles as his fingers dipped repeatedly into her very wet and slushy sex. Vinod was using his thumb to push her hard clitoris back into its little hood making her squirm wildly as she bounced upon his lap. Also, the tiny little string of her thong panty had to be rubbing erotically against her little pink asshole causing even more stimulation for Samina to endure.
After being finger fucked to orgasm, Samina stood up on her sexy white heels and fluffed her little skirt. She turned to her lover showing him that she could just barely hide her stocking tops under the short hem. My naughty bride even twisted her sexy heels like a little girl and started sucking on one of her sharp red finger nails as she showed off her little dress. She is so flirtatious!
Samina turned and by putting one foot in front of the other she slowly walked in my direction. There was no doubt that she was shaking her little ass under that short skirt on purpose. She was going to make her boyfriend fuck her hard. Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor made my tiny penis even harder but you would never be able to tell because I was so small. I was full of apprehension as my bride dropped to her knees in front of me and gazed up into my eyes. Was she going too?
Samina put both of her hands on my knee's and rubbed my thigh's suggestively. Her little hands caressed my hard-on through my pants and I was hoping that she would reach inside and free my stiff penis. Her lips were so inviting and sexy as she wet them with her tongue and I lowered my pants and underwear getting ready for a very rare blowjob. She was begging to be mouth fucked that's for sure. It had been so long, that I was almost salivating with anticipation. But alas it was not to be!
Vinod stood and walked over to my kneeling wife, unzipped his jeans and hauled out his enormous cock. Samina turned sideways, looked up at him submissively and opened her mouth already knowing what she was supposed to do for him. Vinod stroked his long fat shaft a couple of times then stepped up to my bride's pretty face and started to feed her his huge cock.
Samina's mouth opened wide as his cock forced its way in. Her eyes were on me as inch after inch entered her pretty mouth. It became more difficult for her as his cock head touched her tight throat but she relaxed and swallowed allowing his large tool to sink in further and further.
She looked up at her lover indicating that she would take more and I watched her start to struggle as he forced his way into her throat. Samina's eyes became wet with tears as he pushed and she submissively swallowed more of his huge cock. He continued his assault on my wife's mouth as she reached under her short dress to pinch at her lace covered clitoris.
Samina's other hand grabbed at my meager penis, as she pushed her fingers into her hard little lace protected clitoris. Vinod meanwhile, was holding up his shirt so he could watch as she swallowed his cock eagerly. He continued to fuck into her mouth as she looked at him dreamily.
Samina glanced at my little dick and clamped her fist around my testicles. I moaned loudly as she squeezed and twisted my small balls. She was watching her fist compress the tiny orbs together until they turned blue and I swear I saw a smirk on her red cock sucking lips. Between bouts of severe pain, I was trying to remember back to when she would have taken me with her pretty mouth that way. I couldn't recall it ever happening.
Spittle was starting to drip from the corners of her mouth as Vinod sawed back and forth penetrating deeply with each stroke. I could hear her gag each time his cock entered her throat but she kept swallowing. She reacted to a very deep thrust by almost throwing up but he never slowed down. He would just repeatedly force her throat open making her convulse and heave and gag until her tears steadily flowed from her eyes ruining her mascara.
Finally, Vinod pulled all the way out to allow Samina to catch her breath. She was still staring into his eyes but managed to tell him that she loved his cock. Vinod smiled at her then me then forced his cock back into Samina's eager, waiting mouth until she gagged and choked again. Vinod continued to bang my wife's mouth and throat violently. Each time she would just about throw up, he would withdraw and let her cough but only for a few seconds. She would eagerly chase his cock with her mouth but he would keep pulling away.
Samina had enough of his teasing. She quit squeezing my balls and grasped Vinod's cock forcing it back into her mouth. She worked it a couple of times then pulled off still staring into his eyes. "Want to fuck my pretty little mouth lover?”
Samina sucked and licked at the oozing head of his big cock while jacking off his long fat shaft. I was gawking as she toyed with his wife pleasing cock, smiling up at her lover and wiping his cock all over her face and lip's. I, in the mean time, was softly massaging my sore testicles. "Oh I love this cock. I want to please you lover! I love your huge cock!” Samina cried out.
Samina returned to sucking her lover while I tried to digest what she had just said to him. She turned slightly and saw that I was trying to hide my little sac and glared up at me as she continued to slobber on Vinod's big cock. She grabbed my hand and pulled it away exposing my battered testicles once again and while staring into my eyes, grabbed my nuts and pulled sharply. The pain was sudden and very intense but it was also very erotic. Here she was, my wife, sucking her lovers cock while trying to hurt her husband. She pulled and twisted my little balls as Vinod shoved his cock back through her sucking lip's making her gag and retch repeatedly.
Samina's other hand was still digging into her panty covered puss bringing her closer and closer to a powerful orgasm as she continued to torment my tiny nut's. She was really squeezing her fist tightly around my scrotum as she went over the edge. As her orgasm over took her body, she fell forward onto her lover's dick. His large shaft sunk into the depths of her throat and the sudden penetration caused her to cough and gag violently. I watched with teary eye's and pain filled testicles as her throat bulged from the invasion of his bulky shaft and couldn't believe that she never even tried to pull away. Her mouth was wide open just barely touching his thick shaft as his cock lodged deep in her throat. She was wildly tossing her blonde around trying to take his whole cock into her throat while her body tried to reject the foreign object.
Samina was attempting to cough but with his large cock blocking her windpipe it was useless. Each time she convulsed, spit and who knows what else would fly out from around her lip's landing in her lover's curly brown pubic hair. Vinod stopped his fucking motion and held himself deep in her throat as he was cumming. It was as if he was trying to choke her to death but she still had all her weight leaning forward. For what seamed like five minutes, she twisted and mashed my tiny balls together while horribly gagging herself on his spewing cock. She just wouldn't stop gulping down his cum or his cock.
Vinod must have gotten a little scared because after one real powerful gag which splattered a large wad of sperm against his muscled belly, he ripped his dick from her mouth. Samina automatically fell forward pulling me to my knees beside her. It was either I fall with her or risk having her tear my tiny balls off. It must have been some sight to see for Vinod. Samina and I both were struggling to catch our breath only my reason was that she was still crushing my balls.
Samina finally relaxed her death grip on my sore and now swollen scrotum although she never let them go. She was slumped over supporting herself with her left arm which was shaking badly and she was breathing very hard. Her beautiful face was about two inches from the floor and her mouth was open as if she was starting to throw up.
She would occasionally clinch her fist making me moan loudly as she coughed and heaved up her lover's sperm from her belly. There was a small but growing puddle of white goo dripping from her mouth onto the floor and I watched as she smeared her fingers through it gathering a large glob on her finger's.
Samina sat up releasing my nuts as she did so. We watched as she lifted the short hem of her dress exposing her stocking tops and garter straps. She had me pull her panties to the side and then she started smearing the sperm on her shaven cunt lip's. She repeatedly pushed the sperm into her body and when her fingers were clear; she would smear them through the puddle of cum and repeat the whole process. I could only kneel there and stare as I willingly held her panties to one side so she could push her lovers cum inside quivering body,
After a few seconds, I took over the task for her. Now I was the one smearing and pushing sperm into my bride's vagina. Samina leaned over and started French kissing me. She was still coughing and gagging into my open my mouth but I willingly opened wider to allow her to spray the remaining liquids that were being brought up from her convulsing belly. I continued to steadily finger her pussy while she attacked my open mouth with hers until she was satisfied that it was all gone.
In the meantime, Vinod was stroking his cock to reinvigorate his erection and when he was hard enough, he demanded my wife. She stood up and glared into my eyes mischievously, pulled up her short dress and started pulling down her tiny panties. She dropped the dainty garment to her ankles and gracefully stepped out of them.
Bending over, Samina, picked up the little wad of pink lace and told me to open wide. I willingly obeyed expecting her to cram the little pink panties into my mouth but as she lifted the wispy piece of lingerie she started involuntarily coughing and gagging and trying to clear her throat of left over sperm. She quickly bent over and spit the small dollop of yuk into my open mouth then stuffed in her panties.
Samina started to whisper in my ear as her fingers wrapped around my devastated testicles again, brutally squeezing and rolling them around in their swollen sac making me wince in severe pain. "You like that my useless little cuckold? Did you enjoy watching as Vinod fucked his little girlfriend's mouth? You don't know what it's like to have your wife give you a blowjob do you?"
I twisted my head from side to side quickly as if answering no to her questions. I was hoping that she would quit trying to crush my aching balls after confirming what she already knew but it didn't make her stop. If anything; she increased the pressure.
"You don't suppose your sexy little wife could get pregnant from all that yummy sperm that you just shoved up inside my little cunny do you? Maybe one day I will stop letting you feed me those pills every morning. So, I may be knocked me up with my lover's baby! Have you thought anymore about that little wedding dress? I might just need it. I want to wear white for my lover and I want some sexy lingerie to wear underneath too. Maybe a sexy white bustier? Tiny little panties also, just like the pink panty in your mouth only they should be virgin white!"
Vinod cleared his throat signalling his impatience with Samina. I was so glad because she finally released my testicles and I immediately cradled my poor crippled nut's tenderly. They hurt like hell, yet my penis was hard, hearing Samina talk about wanting to have children by her lovers.
Samina turned and sexily walked to the rear of our couch and submissively bent over pushing her ass outward like a bitch in heat. Vinod took up position behind Samina, as she slowly reached behind herself and pulled up her short mini dress to expose her garter framed ass to her lover.
Vinod introduced his hard cock to her pussy lip's and drug it's bulbous head along her wet slit. Each time he raked across her clitoris, Samina would quiver. She wanted to be fucked badly and every time he passed her tight opening, she would push back trying to push his cock inside her vagina. He continued to tease my sexy little hot-wife by not allowing her the penetration the she so desired.
"Oh don't tease me lover. Go ahead and fuck you're hot little girlfriends pussy. Your sexy little baby needs a good hard fucking lover. Baby doll wants you to make her cum!" Samina said wantonly.
Vinod, started to push inside her pussy. Inch after inch slid inside my wife's tight little cunt until he hit bottom. The fat floppy lips of her sex stretched tightly around his thick shaft as her pussy sucked him in deep. Samina began to writhe wildly on his fat cock as the fuck started.
"Fuck me lover, fuck me hard. Push your lovely cock in hard. Push hard until it's in my little belly. Oh! That's it, keep fucking into me. That's my little cervix you're hitting you wife fucking bastard. Keep going, keep pushing. Tear into my womb you fucker. Make me take you. Make me be your hot little wife." Samina moaned, like the fuck slut she had become.
Vinod was pushing very hard into my wife's tight little pussy. He was pushing so hard that Samina's high heels would lift off the floor about three inches or so every time he thrust. Samina was doing her part as well, pushing her hot little garter framed butt back into her lover whenever her feet touched the floor.
Samina was looking directly at me the moment he speared into her belly. Her uterus opened like a flower begging for pollination and accepted his large dick making her screw her eye's shut tightly. Vinod kept his huge tool buried deep in her tummy allowing my wife to work her butt in little circles as if she was trying to get even more of his reproductive organ up inside her unprotected womb.
I slowly approached the lovers so I wouldn't disturb their slow sensuous fuck. Samina, who was still leaning over the back of the couch, reached to the top of her dress and pulled it down below her large tits. The pink lace half cup bra exposed and framed her breasts beautifully and Vinod immediately reached around and under her arms and started mauling her hard little exposed nipples. He pulled viciously at the nipple making Samina moan loudly. Vinod pulled the nipple, and twisted it almost all the way around and she just continued to cry out loud but was still pushing herself onto her lover's big cock.
I could tell by their ragged movements that one of them was going to cum soon. It turned out that both of the lover's reached their orgasm at the same time. Samina groaned loudly and pushed hard into her boyfriend getting as much of his fuck into her quivering womb as possible.
Samina was willingly breeding herself on his cock, and would have been impregnated for sure, had she not been on the pill. Every time he tried to pull out, she would push back and rotate her hot little butt allowing his potent sperm to wash the walls of her tummy. She wanted her womb coated in her lover's thick fuck and for the creamy juice to find her egg.
After she was satisfied, Vinod pulled free and came around the couch and sat down breathing heavily. Samina instructed me to set on the floor beside her lover and to lay my head back on the cushion. She also had walked around the couch and was now standing between my legs.