Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 94

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"How did everything go? Did Rex talk about last night?" I could not help but ask
Samina smiled. "Rex said he had a really nice time last night. How was your golf game?"
"I played better than last weekend." I stroked her leg than cupped her boobs through the top pushing them up and kissed the material. "Have you been good while I was gone?" I asked facetiously. "Or does your pussy need a massage?"
Samina giggled and nodded a negative.
"I bet Rex wants to fuck you again doesn't he?” I asked caressing her shoulders.
"He can't wait actually." Samina laughed at me, “in fact we have date tonight!”
I was worried about that, but distracted myself by kissing around Samina's neck as I slipped his hand under her top and massaged her boobs. "You should have fucked him this morning."
Samina giggled and kissed me, “well tonight I will, and you had better have your tongue ready when I return!”
I growled and bit her chin in response. My mind worried about their date.
Samina pulled away and reminded me that we had plans for the afternoon. And reluctantly I agreed to honor the commitment we have made to our friends to join them for drinks.
Upon our return, Samina rushed into the shower. I listened as she took a shower. Then I walked over to the bed to see the clothes she had laid out for her date prior to us heading out. It was your typical spaghetti strap black dress, with matching heels, and a black silk net thing. As always the bra was missing as the dress had built in support. The dress was a little on the very short side, and would hug Samina like a second skin, but it was not obscene in any way. In fact I was a little surprised, that Samina would not be more daring in her choice of clothing.
When I asked Samina about her choice of clothes for the evening, she said that Rex was talking her to an old service buddy of his, and she wanted to appear sexy and desirable, without looking cheap of tarty, and this dress fit the bill perfectly.
Hearing Samina mention their destination for the evening, I got very worried. I was sure Rex had to have some ulterior motive for taking Samina there. But Samina was humming merrily to herself and did not seem the least bit concerned about Rex's motives. And I too got a little distracted when I saw Samina drop her bathrobe and stand there naked, as she applied moisturized to her body. I could not help myself and I snatched the cream away from her, proceeding to apply the cream liberally, all over her lovely soft, smooth skin, paying special attention to her breasts, not only with my hands, but also with my lips. And Samina's moans only served to make me want more. But alas soon it was time for her to put finishing touches on her make up and dress.
Looking like a billion dollars, in her get up, Samina smiled, and blew me a kiss as she headed for Rex's place, leaving me with a distinctly uneasy feeling.
That was probably the longest evening of my life. No matter what I did, time seemed to drag, and despite my best efforts, sleep would not come! Eventually I gave up and tried to get some office work done.
It was around 4 a.m that I heard the front door open, and Samina stumbled in. I quickly came into the living room, and in the dark, saw Samina lying on the floor, her breathing hard and loud, she was making soft moaning sounds.
I quickly turned on the lights and ran over to where Samina lay. What I saw, shocked me! Her dress was ripped in several places, leaving her buttocks, and breasts completely exposed. I saw red welts on her buttocks, she had a black eye, and her cheeks were red, and looked like they had been abused. Missing were her diamond earrings, and there was a cut on her upper lip. As I checked her out more, I saw that her inner thighs were marked with blue spots all over. Clearly Samina had had a very rough night.
I stood there looking at my lovely wife, lay there hiccupping and moaning. My initial thought was to go and confront Rex, but decided against it as I thought it better to look after Samina. By now she was out. I carried her to our bedroom and lay her down on the bed carefully. I noticed that there was still cum dripping from her ass and cunt. So she had unprotected sex, but with how many guys? Had she lost control. He near comatose state told me that she had either had way too much to drink, or more likely had been drugged.
I went over her body with my hands, and fortunately there was no swelling or any other outward sign that she had broken bones. I let things rest they way they were that night, choosing to spend it in bed with Samina, watching over her in case she needed my immediate attention. I resolved to have a talk with her the next day and let her know that she could not see Rex any more.
As I had expected, Samina was in bed till quite late. I was in the kitchen preparing a dinner, when she stumbled down around 4 p.m. I saw that she had attempted to clean herself, by taking a shower and had her bathrobe on. But her face looked like a total mess. In the light of day, I saw that both her eyes were black, one a lot darker. Her cheeks looked like they had slap marks across them, and the cut on her lip was deeper than I had thought it was the night before.
Samina tried to smile at me, but stopped when she saw the serious look on my face.
“You have got to stop seeing Rex!” I said firmly. I think the statement took her a little by surprise. She probably expected me to ask her how she felt, and what had happened the night before.
Samina was silent, and said nothing, as I handed her a cup of coffee. She took a few sips before saying, “Last night....Rex.... well.. I....” she nervously sipped her coffee again. “Well...I..I...well things got a little out of control. But I let them!”
“You let them?” I said angrily. “You let them? Do you have any idea what you look like right now, and the shape you were in last night?”
“I know it looks bad...but...” Samina sipped her coffee again, not looking at me at all.
“It does not look bad, it looks worse! I am pretty sure he drugged you, so he and his friends could bang you!”
“Oh no... no.... it was nothing like that. I just had a little too much to drink.” Samina said.
“Sweetie, how do you explain, the black eyes, the welts, the bruises? What happened?” I asked seriously.
Samina paused to think. “Well.. the evening started off normally, we got to the place as planned, but I was the only woman there. And Rex handed me a drink..... Oh my god!” Samina said suddenly as the unpleasant thought that she had been taken advantage of hit her.
“And then?” I asked.
“And then...well... Oh my God! It's all a haze!” Samina choked on her coffee. “Oh my god! That bastard, how could he?”
It was not the right time to point out to her that I had warned her about Rex. So I took her in my arms and hugged her tight as she broke down crying. I let her cry herself out for well over 15 minutes. I think the shock of losing control was too much for her.
Once Samina had recovered a little, she said she would call Rex over for a talk and tell him he would never ever have her again. I told her that was a good idea and that I would be there in case she needed me. Samina nodded a negative and said that she needed to handle this alone, but that I should be in another room, and she would call me if needed.
I understood immediately. Samina needed to feel like she was in control again. Telling Rex to fuck off would be a good start, so I agreed that she should talk to him in our living room, while I hid in the study, ready to come to her aid if she called.
Well things went better than I expected. Rex apologized intensely and told Samina that he had not intended for things to get that far out of hand. He admitted that he and has friends had planned a gang bang for her, but he had no idea that her drink had been drugged. He assured her that all the guys there (9 in all) had been tested and were clear. As proof he gave Samina a copy of their blood test reports which were less than a week old. He told her that once things started to get out of hand, and the guys got a little rambunctious, he could not control them, and to his shame found himself pulled into the action.
Samina said that Rex looked genuinely sorry, but she still did not think that she should consider seeing him. And told him so. Rex was not surprised, but expressed his disappointment that Samina felt that way. But he agreed to respect her decision, much to her relief. With that he gave Samina a hug and went home. A few months later, he moved back to his home state, and we never saw him again.
The episode with Rex, had left Samina quite shaken, and for the next several weeks she did not sleep with anyone, me included, as she kept me impotent throughout. I did not ask her when she intended to take me off it, or sleep with another man, deciding it was best that she proceed at her own pace. But eventually, she started to mope around and I realized that perhaps she need just a little nudge to get back in the saddle.
An opportunity to do so presented itself when I was out having drinks with, Adam, one of my oldest friends. He had been divorced for about 4 years, and in that time had been with plenty of girlfriends, but had told me that he was in no mood to settle down. Such was our friendship that I had confided to him that Samina slept around with my knowledge and approval. Adam, had said he was not surprised that as he had always suspected me to be 'that sort' of a guy, and that he envied Samina's lovers. At that time we had come to an unspoken agreement that he would not do anything to try and seduce Samina. Our friendship was too important to both of us to risk by him attempting to get Samina in bed. I had shared this information with Samina, and she seemed okay with it.
But that night as we sat in a booth at our favorite bar, I realized that perhaps Adam, was just the antedote Samina needed. Good looking, very well hung, and in between girlfriends. He was just the kind of guy Samina liked to get into bed with. So rather cautiously, I made him an offer.
"Are you sure you know what you're saying, Omer? I mean, this is your wife we're talking about here!" My friend looked me straight in the eye. He meant every word.
"Of course I know what I'm saying, Adam. She's yours. Borrow her tonight if you like! Heck she has been going through a dry spell lately, I am sure she would appreciate a night with you!"
Adam, and I had known each other for many years. We had been dorm mates in college for a while. He had been a little surprised when I married Samina, but had been very happy when I told him that while I was a little upset at first, I had since been very happy to have married her. Since graduation, he had moved out of state, but was in town quite often, and we met up every time.
When he saw Samina for the first time, I could tell that he was totally taken in by her charm and beauty. Were she not my wife, I am certain he would have made every effort to bed her.
That night, Adam and I were in a local bar drinking a few beers. Nothing unusual in that for us. He was in town for a few days and was in a mood to celebrate and was very cheerful. It was really a combination of things, he had just been promoted with a huge raise, he had bought a new boat, and had been selected by his employer to represent them at a conference in Paris a few months down the line. So he was certain that he could use his new boat and a trip to Paris as bait to get any woman he wanted, and he did have his eyes on a few hot ones, at his gym. He was going on and on about this model type who was ripe for the picking!
As usual, our conversation had turned to matters sexual quite quickly - we had exhausted the subjects of sports, politics and religion by the time our third beer arrived. I asked about any recent bed partners and he had me him that while the model type from his gym appeared promising, things were currently very slow in that department. That was when the proverbial light bulb went off in my head! Almost immediately, I brought the subject up, knowing that Adam would not need much encouragement.
So I took a sip of my beer and said, "you know that Samina sleeps with other men right?” And Adam nodded a yes. I took a long pull at my beer. I was a little nervous, Adam had shown no sign of ever wanting to cross that line with Samina, even though I knew he found her exceptionally sexy.
"You remember, back in college when you and I double dated the McColl sisters?" I was digging deep into the past now, but I certainly remembered.
"How could I forget!" Adam replied.
"Yeah, we really gave it to those two, didn't we!" I'd continued with a smile of reminiscence. "Well, the point is, we were all together. You know, in the same room. As Wendy McColl was sucking my dick, I looked over and watched you with Tracy. The way you were jamming your cock into her pussy from behind had me shooting my load down Wendy's throat in no time flat! Ever since then, I've loved to watch, to be a fly on the wall, you understand?"
Adam nodded as I continued. I wanted him to understand my position, before I offered my wife to him.
"And now I'm married to Samina. She's a wonderful woman you know, Adam. She'll do just about anything I ask and the idea of being with other man seems to turn her on more than it does me." I said, bending the truth a little. I did not lend her to anyone, she lent herself out!
"But Omer," Adam asked in a dry, squeaky voice, "are you sure you want me? Wouldn't a stranger be better? You know, less awkward?"
"Shit, Adam. I never pegged you as the shy type! Who better than you? I'm offering her to you! Do you want to borrow my wife?" I said seriously.
After an invitation like that, it would have been difficult to refuse and he didn't
The drive back the house, passed quickly. We talked almost all the way, once again remembering the session with the McColl sisters and laughing over the fact that we had all fucked so much that night that the following day none of the four of us could hardly walk in a straight line! By the time we arrived at the house, I had realized just how much I missed Samina fucking around. It was like a drug for both of us.
"Honey, I've brought Adam back for a drink!" I called out as soon as we were in the front door. Samina appeared a moment later from the lounge.
I think the naughty smirk on my face tipped Samina off to my plans for her and Adam that evening.
"Hello, Adam Great to see you! Did you both have a nice evening?" Samina hugged Adam close and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
I saw Adam flinch a little and pull away slightly, before correcting himself and hugging Samina back just as closely.
"Come through to the lounge, Adam," she continued as she led the way, "what would you boys like to drink?"
I said something about scotch and Adam mumbled that he would have the same. We sat in comfortable armchairs as Samina busied herself at the drinks cabinet in the corner. I saw how difficult it was for Adam to take his eyes off her. She wore a tight fitting, white tank top, that accentuated the curves of her breasts and a short, blue denim skirt that finished mid thigh. Her legs looked good: slender and well toned, tapering nicely to bare feet. There was some slow, soulful music playing on the CD and Samina smiled at me as she handed us our drinks.
"So, what have you two been up to tonight?" she asked Adam with grin.
"Oh..er..the usual...um...you know!" Adam stuttered as I took a sip from my glass and smiled to myself. Samina was getting back into the game, only for us it was no longer a game, it was real life, a need we both had to fulfil.
"Samina?"I interrupted suddenly, feeling a little playful and impatient to get things started. “Wouldn't it be nice if you took your top off? It is a hot evening."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 95

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The look in Adam's face was priceless. I think he almost dropped his drink. A Silence fell around the room. Adam and I both looked at Samina. I waited for her to laugh, to giggle or maybe even to explode in rage, after all it seemed like she had sworn off sex completely! But Samina just looked back at us, a sort of vacant smile crossed her face.
"Now please, Samina." I prompted her in the same controlled voice, trying to keep desperation out of my voice. I felt that Samina needed to get over the hump and become her old self again.
Samina's eyes lowered to the floor as her fingers gripped the hem of her top. This was it! I thought. The game was afoot. I was sure I was doing the right thing but throwing her back into the deep end and guiding her how to swim rather than sink. After Rex, this was precisely what she needed.
It seemed to take forever for the top to lift, but very slowly, first her midriff and then a white, lacy bra became visible as she pulled the garment up and over her head. Adam's eyes were bulging out of their sockets. He took a gulp of his drink, as Samina stood in front of us silently, the bra the only thing between our eyes and her wonderful breasts.
"And the skirt as well, please!" I continued with a smile. I could see Adam's face was flushed. He looked very excited. I heard the zipper on the back of Samina's skirt being lowered and quickly reverted my gaze back in her direction. Again, it was as if everything was being done in slow motion. The skirt loosened around her waist and began to fall. Slowly, slowly it inched over the tight swell of her buttocks and almost slithered down her slim legs.
"Now take out Adam's cock!" I said as I sipped my drink.
Samina's face broke into a wide smile, I knew that she had heard my requestas well. And was more than ready to comply. The chains were falling away, the Samina of old was setting herself free again. Slowly she padded towards Adam; her bare feet making little or no sound on the thick carpet. I looked at her as she approached; clad only in the white bra and matching panties she looked really hot – my cock was soft as always, but I had that familiar tingle in it.
My hands rested on the arms of the chair as Samina knelt in front of very nervous Adam, and placed her fingers on his zipper. Adam held his breath, slowly her hand move downwards dragging the zip with it and opening the front of his jeans. And then her fingers were inside, exploring. Adam gasped and cried out her name as her fingers dipped inside his underwear and found his throbbing tool. The cool digits wrapped around the shaft and pulled it out into the open.
"You know what to do, Samina," I said. And then looked over at Adam. "Just let her do what she does, Adam. You won't be disappointed, I promise!"
Adam nodded slowly, his eyes half-closed, half-open. Samina was already working his inflamed flesh between her fingers; squeezing the wide glans and easing the balls out and over the waistband of his shorts. I watched in fascination as her head dipped lower and lower over his cock, and he sighed blissfully. Eventually, her soft, wet lips closed over his large, veiny erection.
Samina sucked like a pro. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, her cheeks built up a fantastic suction and her fingers tickled and teased the underside of Adam's balls. I saw Adam stiffen a little, his eyes closed, and his breathing shallow and hard. I wondered if Samina should be warned about Adam's impending orgasm, but figured she had enough experience to deal with matters herself. Besides, any interference from me could only serve to inhibit her and his pleasure. And its never a good idea to interrupt when someone is so focused on a task at hand.
And then suddenly it was there. A strangled cry escaped Adam, as the seed erupted from his quivering balls.. Samina felt his twitch and jerk. And to Adam's shock, she did not stop her penile minstrations, but instead she adjusted the angle of her head and swallowed him deep into her throat. I saw his cock and balls twitch, as he shot load after load, and Samina swallowed it all as best as she could.
With a choked gasp, she eventually allowed Adam's battered tool to re-emerge from her mouth. Streaks of his cum stained her lips and she quickly darted out her long, pink tongue to collect them. I sat back in exhausted silence my wife had just sucked the cum right out of one of my best friends prick. Most men would have been upset and embaressed by that. Me? I was having a mental orgasm like no other. My main concern was Adam, how would he take it all. Samina and looked over at Adam, my friend. I needn't have concerned myself. Both were grinning, as Samina then proceeded to lick Adam's softening cock all over.
For a while afterwards, we all seemed to be lost in our thoughts. Not a word was said, all you could hear was the deep breathing sounds of three people who had just had a great time.
Samina then got up and came over to me, bending over to give me a kiss. We kissed long and hard, I could taste Adam's seed on her tongue.
Suddenly Samina jerked up. Neither one of us had seen Adam get on the floor as quietly as possible and craw up behind her getting ever closer to her upturned butt. We was so engrossed in our kissing that we had no idea Adam was directly behind her until he grasped the waistband of her white panties and eased them over the swell of her buttocks.
She gasped slightly - an attempt muffled by my holding her face to mine and our mouths locked together. I could make out Adam's hands on her Samina's buttocks, fondling and stroking the smooth skin. She sighed deeply parting her thighs to allow his hand to slip between her legs and touch the moistness of her vagina. He dragged the panties down a little further, exposing more of her private area. His other hand was between her thighs and the thumb slipped easily into her wet pussy hole. Samina, was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.
Adam couldn't wait any longer. He took up position behind Samina - cock in hand and aimed towards her wet and twitching pussy. He pushed forward and his solid meat penetrated her warm, wet cunt. Another lunge and Adam's entire cock was buried inside her to the hilt. She groaned again as we kissed, her body moving to Adam's thrusts. Deeper and harder he fucked her eager pussy.
The room was filled with the noise of sex; groans and moans from all of us filled the air as my friend suddenly pulled out, and released a torrent of cum all over Samina's body. Her face and hair were covered and her tits received a delivery of equal proportions. It seemed as if we couldn't stop the seed from flowing but Samina took it all, using one hand to massage the fluid into her skin and the fingers of the other in her pussy to bring her to another, shattering orgasm.
That night Adam stayed at our house all night. We shared the same bed and Samina got fucked over and over again. It was well after dawn that we finally gave into exhaustion and fell asleep. The next morning, we had breakfast together and Adam took his leave, but not before Samina gave him another wet blow job.
Samina saw Adam quite often over the next several months, until it came time for him to go to Paris, and since she was clearly unable to accompany, he found himself a new girlfriend and took her. After that Samina and Adam never got together again.
And what of me? Well I succeeded in getting my wife back on the horse. But there was more, so happy and grateful was Samina that she took me off the impotence medication for a while month, masturbating me, blowing me, and letting me fuck her. Her way of thanking me, but she made clear that soon she would have me back on that damn medicine, and there was no guarantee when I would go off it again. And she was right, the next time she took me off it was to happen after a much, much longer time, and with much different results. But I am jumping ahead of myself. There was a lot more to happen before then!
Anyway, in the days and weeks that followed, I certainly enjoyed myself. While I was back to being potent again, Samina seemed to be exclusively mine. Almost like she wanted to thank me as much as possible. The only fly in the ointment being that she insisted I wear a condom when fucking her. She did not give a reason why, and I knew better than to ask. So the condom was on whenever I entered her, which was quite often in that time frame. Although it made me feel no less insecure and useless when she lay there as we fucked, or moved just a little, certainly nowhere near as much as she did with her lovers. Often she would say things like “deeper!” or “is it completely in yet?” And then let out a disappointed sigh.
Even so, I did not complain. I had no reason to! My penis was free and enjoying itself to the fullest after a very long time. That in itself was enough for me. Although, I always regretted not being able to do to Samina, things that her lovers did.
A few weeks passed, and I could tell Samina was getting restless. I knew it was just a matter of time before I was back to being impotent, and Samina back to riding hung guys. In fact such had my mental state become, that I was actually looking forward to it! But that was still a few days off, first my birthday was approaching, and I wondered what Samina might have planned.
Then, one day, my eyes popped open. I'd been snoozing on and off for probably the past hour, but I was rested now and ready to wake up. It was a Saturday morning, and, I now realized, it was my birthday. I was pleased, because Samina always did something really special and made me feel like a king.
I lay in bed awake for a few more minutes until I heard Samina walk back into the bedroom. She was toweling her hair dry from her morning shower and wearing only her black bathrobe that looked like a kimono. "Looks like the birthday boy's awake!" she said playfully, walking over to the bedside, "how does it feel to be old?"
"I don't know," I said, "why don't you ask your parents?" I snickered.
Samina chuckled and sat down on the side of the bed. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Are you ready for your birthday present?" she asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" I teased.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Okay!" she said, and she reached under the cover and rubbed her hands over my abdomen and then gently over my thighs. Being off the impotence pill, I had morning wood, and as she brushed over the top of my pajama bottoms, she feigned surprised. "What have we here?" she breathed. Throwing back the covers, she fished my rock-hard boner out of the PJ bottoms and wrapped her left hand around it. "Hmmm, it looks like a penis..." she said "only smaller."

My jaw dropped.
"Oohh yeah," she said, leaning in closer to me. "You have a small penis, like a little boy.” Samina giggled.
Well the fact is that I do have a small penis, and worse yet, it is a lot slimmer than what would be considered average. And I get super turned on when Samina teases me about it; it drives me absolutely wild. It might sound weird, but it's been that way since I can remember. And because it was my birthday, Samina was being especially indulgent. Well it helps that she thinks its fun too.
"What a little pee pee, you have Umer," she cooed. "You're not going to satisfy anyone with a little thing like this. But at least it doesn't hurt my jaw like big ones do when I pop it in my mouth." Something she had been doing quite a bit recently, but only to the point where I was ready to cum, never letting it happen in her mouth.
Now she took my raging boner all the way into her mouth, making the entire length disappear with ease. "It's not deep-throating if it doesn't touch my throat," she reminded me. After she took my penis out of her mouth, she smirked at me. "Oh, honey, don't be ashamed, a lot of guys have small penises... and just because you can't make me come with your penis doesn't mean you're not great at oral sex."
Man, she knows how to drive me nuts! My hard dick was drooling precum now. "Don't get too excited yet you little pervert" she commanded gently, letting go completely of my small dick. Now my wife clambered on top of me, straddling me, resting her warm bottom right on my stomach. Her sex was beginning to drip, too.
"Are you enjoying torturing me, my dear?" I accused her playfully.
"You got me," she admitted "now, open your mouth and use one of your body parts that's not worthless to make up for that small dick of yours." With that she shrugged off her kimono and pushed her pelvis forward so that her clit was pressing against my upper lip. I absolutely love her smell; it is positively intoxicating.
I devoured her fleshy, purple sex with gusto, taking care not to let my teeth touch her skin. "Hmm... Oh" she moaned, "you little guys sure can eat pussy." Samina had not come yet, but I could tell she was getting closer because she was beginning to press her clit harder against my lips. Then, somewhat abruptly, she pulled away from me and scooted backwards so that she was lying on top of me again with her face close to mine. Smirking again, she hoisted herself up and reached down to my crotch, guiding my aching boner into her slick vagina. It slid right in.
She squeezed her walls tight around my dick and inched slowly up and down several times. Samina could tell I was getting close to losing it, and again she stopped abruptly. Pulling herself off my hard on, she swung her body around so that we were now positioned in 69. "I want you lick my ass, sweetie," she almost whined, taking on the tone of a princess. "Be a good boy and put your tongue in my anus." I complied immediately.
I alternately licked her pussy and her rubbery bum, and I could tell from her moaning and the flexing of her muscles that she was pretty close now. My balls ached. "Honey, will you please keep giving me head?" I begged. "It's my birthday, please, I need to come so bad."
"No, honey, I don't want to put it back in my mouth with all my pussy juice on it," she rejected me. But she did wrap one hand around the shaft tightly and begin squeezing my balls lightly with the other hand. My genitals ached, but I didn't let that distract me from working my tongue like a piston to make her come.
Closer... she was almost there. Her grip on my nuts tightened a little. She was panting and cooing furiously now. Again she squished my balls tighter. "Aaaahhhhhhh." My tongue was working feverishly on her pussy and my nose was buried in her anus, which was twitching involuntarily, as well.
As she climaxed, she collapsed on top of me and relaxed her grip on my balls. Her chest heaved along with her breath. "Mmmmm, that was really good, Umer."
"Thank you, sweetie," I said.
"You're welcome, hon." She slid off me, gathered up her Kimono, swung it back on, and walked out of the room. "C'mon, get a shower and come downstairs, we have a lot of stuff to do today," Samina urged. I did as she suggested; my balls were aching, but I resisted the impulse to stroke one out in the shower.
By the time I was showered, dressed and got downstairs, Samina had already cooked up some eggs, and pancakes. We had a really pleasant breakfast feeding bits of pancakes to each other and then I cleaned up the dishes while she went upstairs to dress. "Let's head out," said Samina once she got back down, "I want you to run a couple of errands with me."
I didn't really feel like it, but I also kind of thought something was up, and when I have blue balls, I'll do just about anything she says! "Where are we headed?" I asked as we got into the car. I usually drive.
"To the a movie store and then the drugstore and a few other places," she responded. We don't have Netflix. We go to the movie store. I can't lie, I was a little disappointed. We went to the movie store and Samina picked out a movie she wanted to see. It was Colin Firth or some such; I don't know why women like those movies, I sure as hell don't, but Samina was insistent.
After that we went to the drugstore; I asked if I could sit in the car, but Samina wanted me to come inside. First she went and grabbed a black marker; then she went to the isle with the condoms in it. I went over to join her and I realized she was actually going to buy condoms. I should point out that she never uses condoms, because Samina is on the pill. So, I was surprised to see her looking at condoms, and shocked that she seemed to be choosing between Trojan Magnums and Trojan Magnum XLs! She finally settled on a 12 pack of regular Magnums.
With me in tow, she carried the two curious items to the register and bought them. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like the middle age woman working behind the counter smirked at my obvious nervousness.
Our next stop was Wal-Mart. This time, Samina ran inside by herself and returned 5 minutes later with a shopping bag, the contents of which remained a mystery to me. I drove us swiftly to our next stop, the bakery; my curiosity was running wild and my lovely bride clearly had something up her sleeve. Again she went in alone and returned shortly with what I guessed must be a birthday cake for me. She admonished me not to peek at this one either. Exploding with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, I drove us home, trying like mad not to exceed the speed limit by too much.
When we got home, Samina sent me into the living room, told me to draw all the curtains and get the DVD ready to watch. I did as instructed, and it seemed like I waited an eternity. Finally Samina walked into the living room carrying with her a chocolate-frosted birthday cake. Slung over her shoulder were what looked like two large white pieces of cloth.
As I peered closer at the cake, which had only one candle, I noticed that it was one of those novelty candles, shaped like a penis. Under it she had written in blue icing, the words.
"It's small, but it's bigger than yours! Happy Birthday, Hon."
"This is great!" I laughed, "this is the best birthday present I've had in a long time."
"Well it's not over yet," she smiled. "Strip down," she said, "I got you something else, too." I did as I was told and was soon standing naked in front of her. My penis snapped to attention in an instant, responding to the gentle teasing of the cake and the subtle submission of my following her orders. Ah to be off that medication, how wonderful it felt.
Next, Samina pulled one of the pieces of cloth off her shoulder and tossed it to me. I now saw that it was a t-shirt, and it looked like she had written something on the front with the black marker she had bought. I held it up and read it. It said in big block letters, "I don't measure up." Hmm," I muttered as I put on this tight-fitting t-shirt. "Thank you for the nice gift, sweetie" I said.
Samina just smiled at me. Then she took off her own sweatshirt and the two cotton shirts she had on under that. To my surprise she also took off her bra, freeing her lovely breasts. Then she too pulled on one of the t-shirts she had bought. It was a very snug fit, at least two sizes too small, I guessed. The result was that the white cotton material stretched thin over her chest allowing me to see the rosy purple of her lovely
nipples.
On this t-shirt she had written "Size Matters." The point was driven home by how her ample boobs strained against the ill-fitting shirt. Have I mentioned that she knows just how to turn me on? It was too much for me; I could no longer control myself. I reached for Samina and pulled her toward me, kissing her passionately on the lips. "Oh honey, you are so beautiful," I said, pressing my boner against the soft fabric of her sweatpants. "I love you, Samina" I said holding her arms and regarding her momentarily.
"I love you, too, so much Umer," she replied. "And I'm sorry your little pee pee is too small to make me cum."
We both giggled and then kissed some more.
"Hmm, ok, enough!" she said, slapping me playfully on the bottom. "Go turn the movie on." I walked over to the DVD player and started her movie. "I want you to massage me while I relax and watch the movie, ok?" she said.
Taking care not to obstruct her view, I began tenderly massaging her feet, working my way from her toes toward her heel. I was seated on the floor in front of her and she was on the couch, looking contented as she could be with a light blanket pulled over her.
She purred and cooed from time to time, telling me not to press so hard, or to spend more time here or there. Finally I had worked my way up to her upper thighs. With the remote she paused the movie and slid her sweatpants off. "Okay, champ, you know what to do," she said. The moisture from her hot sex had already soaked through the crotch of her underpants, which I helped her to slip out of now.
Without hesitation I buried my face between her thighs, taking my time, starting gradually so as to bring her along slowly. She continued watching the movie and (to all appearances) enjoying the head I was giving her. As the movie neared its end, I ratcheted up the intensity. I slipped a second pudgy finger into her pussy and began stimulating her g-spot with it.
She was soaking wet and the mixture of my saliva and her juices had dripped down onto my hand band between her cheeks. Ever so gently, I pushed my ring finger into her rubbery anus. Immediately it gripped my finger tightly, and Samina gasped and shuddered involuntarily. She grabbed my hair with both hands and began to moan loudly. Shortly, she started pressing her vagina harder against my face and swivelling her hips. And suddenly she was cumming; it was loud. "Oh," she sighed, "that was good." I knew she'd be sensitive, so I gently lifted my lips away from her labia and pulled my fingers out of her drenched holes. We rested together with my head in her lap and her stroking my hair for a good long time.
My balls were still aching when we roused ourselves as I still hadn't had an orgasm all day. Samina was cognizant of this fact but seemed determined not to do anything about it. I can't imagine why, but her keeping me on edge like that is at the same time both frustrating and titillating. Nevertheless, we changed into more appropriate attire and went out for a walk by the waterfront. After that, we went to celebrate my birthday in a more traditional way with an early dinner at one of the upscale restaurants in town. It was really nice.
It was already dark when we rolled into our driveway. My belly was full of filet mignon and probably more red wine than I should have had given the fact that I was the one driving. Samina was a bit tipsy, too, and luckily we made it home safely. Just as an FYI I never drink when I know I have to drive, this had to have been the only time I can think of when I was so irresponsible.
Clambering out of the car, we made our way inside and upstairs, where we made a quick pit stop at the bathroom to brush our teeth. With my mouth all fresh and clean, I walked into the bedroom and plunked down on the bed. I lay on my back and waited for Samina to come in.
When she did, she said, "Ok, Hon, time for the last part of your birthday present." I couldn't wait. I was lying on my back on the bed, and she began unbuttoning my shirt with a tantalizing slowness. Once my dress shirt was unbuttoned, she lifted up my undershirt and began kissing my belly, swirling her tongue on my skin and working her fingernails gently over my upper body. I reached out to her but she denied me with a light slap on my outstretched arm and admonished me to keep still. My cock was acting as a (short) tent pole in my pants and I was aching to be set free.
Finally Samina seemed to intuit that I could take no more, so she relented, slowly undoing my belt buckle, top button and fly. She kissed my penis through the constrictive material of my underpants. She slid me out of my pants, and I hurriedly pulled of my shirts. I lifted my pelvis so that she could help me out of my underwear. Now I was completely naked and the petite bulb of my swollen member swayed inches from Samina's face. Her tongue darted out of her mouth briefly and in one motion she licked the entire length of the shaft. It felt electric.
Again she regarded my manhood before speaking. "You know this is the smallest penis I've ever seen?"
"I'm sorry, Honey," I responded with a mixture of shame, sorrow, and sheer erotic pleasure.
"It's really embarrassing," she continued, "when all my girlfriends are talking about penis size, I have to lie and say you're average."
I gave my wife of shame and she just laughed at me. And I wondered if she had ever told any of her friends about my lack of size.
Then she added, “I feel happy for Tehmina,” Samina referred to her sister, “you know her husband has a huge cock. She told me that when she first saw it she was so scared of it.”
I nearly shot my load there. Did she tell Tehmina about my size? I could not help but wonder.
As if reading my thoughts, Samina laughed and said, “yes, my little baby dicked hubby, Tehmina got it out of me! Your smallness that is. So the next time you see her, she will know exactly what you lack between your legs, the manhood department I mean! And I forgot to tell you, she will be visiting us for a week in a few days.”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 97

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I was too shocked and aroused to say anything, except drop my mouth open. Tehmina not only knew.... she would be visiting us too! That would be one uncomfortable visit for me. I knew that Tehmina had an impish sense of humor, and did not relish the thought of how she'd enjoy having the knowledge that Samina had shared with her.
I was still thinking Tehmina's impending visit, when Samina suddenly popped the little head of my soft cock n her mouth and gave it one quick suck. My penis twitched involuntarily. "God, I love to be stretched out by a big guy," she carried on. "They make me come every time," she paused to gaze at me and let her words sink in. “But you know this little thing looks so cute, I love it just for that alone! And the fact that it is attached to you, the man I love more than anything else in the world.”
It was torture, exquisite torture.
Samina gently gripped my inadequate pecker and swirled her thumb around the sensitive underside of the head. "So," she said "I bought myself a little present for your birthday." With that she reached over toward the bedside drawer. And, to my surprise, she pulled out a dildo I. It was flesh-colored and looked like a real cock in every respect, even including a pair of hefty balls. I estimated it was at least 8 inches long and proportionate in girth. She held my soft cock left in her hand and brought the dildo over to its side with her right hand. I can't recall ever feeling so inadequate, as her expression showed how poorly I compared with her new friend. Seeing her fuck big cocked men was one thing, but to be actually compared to a large dildo was a new level of painfully lovely humiliation.
"Now," she said, “you know Umer, I do miss having sex with, the intimacy of it. So I'll let you fuck me with this dildo," she said in a serious tone.
Samina climbed up on to the bed and straddled my right leg; I think she did it so I could feel how wet her pussy had gotten. I thought she was going to attempt to to take in the giant dildo, but she didn't. Instead, she started teasing her clitoris with the tip of the dildo.
"I can't wait for you to fuck me!" proclaimed Samina with a grin. "Now, for you!" she said. Once again she held the dildo against my soft organ. The result was predictable; I was hopelessly mall, and it towered comically over the length of my cock, dwarfing it thoroughly. Samina let out a genuine laugh. "It's so cute," she said, "like a little puppy." I was beet-red with humiliation.
"Looks like the birthday boy can't compare. !" she chided me, "that means I get to have my fun first." She rolled off my leg onto her back.
The big dildo was back in her right hand. Samina lay next to me, looking into my eyes as she rubbed the plum-shaped head of the dildo around the slick outside of her pussy. "Oh, baby, it's gonna feel so good to have a big one in me again," she was almost whining with anticipation. I inhaled sharply and couldn't keep from grabbing my own cock.
She continued rubbing, and then she said, "Umer, I want you to watch this." She didn't need to tell me twice. I sprang immediately to the foot of the bed, from where I could get a better view of the large latex-covered beast that was about to penetrate my wife's fleshy little cunny. Ever so slowly, she pushed the tip inward, pausing every half-inch or so, pulling back out and then venturing back in a bit deeper.
It was clear that the cock was going in quite easily, and from Samina's moans and expressions, it was clear she was certainly enjoying it. Finally she succeeded in burying all of it inside her. "Oooh," Samina's eyes opened wide with surprise and pleasure, and she looked at me victoriously. "Oooh," she cooed again, involuntarily. "You've never been this deep have you, have you?" she taunted. “Only my lovers have!”
"No, sweetie," I responded honestly, my voice a hoarse whisper.
"Mmm, it's stretching me out so good, little boy," she said as she began pumping it in and out cautiously. "Ahh," she barked, "oh, it feels so good, I love being filled up so much. Sweetie, it really does feel better than your little pee pee," she mocked, "mm, this is what sex should feel like."
I was so conflicted; I was always intensely jealous of the men who could pleasure her that way, at the same time I was proud of myself of letting her enjoy herself that way, and happy for her that she did!
"Come kiss me," Samina demanded, in her usual sweet tone. l. I obeyed immediately. Impaling herself with the big dildo in her left hand, she grabbed the back of my neck with her right hand and forced her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me so hard and passionately. Looking right into my eyes she said, "You have a small dick!” The she smiled at me.
“I'm sorry, baby," I responded sincerely, smiling back, enjoying the game.
She didn't accept my apology. Instead she placed my hand around the base of the dildo and ordered me to "fuck the shit out of her" with it and lick her clit while I at the same time. She had never talked to me like that before when I was fucking her.
I didn't miss a beat, and turning towards her hot sex, I took to the task with alacrity. I fucked the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy, and a slopped my tongue all over her engorged clit. Samina, wasn't just moaning now, she was literally screaming and I'm sure the neighbors heard. She was sweating, writhing, panting, screaming and clawing at her own nipples in a kind of genuine pleasure I'd never seen before. It was truly amazing. I never grew tired on seeing Samina sexually pleasured, no matter how it happened.
She came almost convulsively, her anus twitching like mad. I slowed down my strokes to almost nothing as she came down slowly from the high she had never reached with me inside her. Her bosom heaved as she began to catch her breath. I slid the dildo out of her slot and collapsed back next to her on the bed. We were silent for a while, staring at each other lovingly and exchanging gentle kisses.
"Ok, sweetie," she finally said, "that as almost as nice as being fucked by the real thing. Happy birthday!"
I smiled and kissed her. It was like heaven. I collapsed on top of her and said, "I love you, Samina."
"I love you, too, Umer," she replied and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Not once did the subject of my drug induced impotence ever come up. Neither one of us cared it seemed. Happy birthday indeed.
And what a birthday it turned out to be! I mean it was intense to say the least. And Samina did not seem to care that she had dashed my hopes of taking me off that infernal medication. If anything, Pushpa sent me a special birthday present. It was in the from of a small subcutaneous implant, that when placed in the forearm, would automatically release the medication and there would be no need to take the pill everyday! Samina was very happy at that, as she admitted that she was always worried about forgetting to get me to take the pill. The implant would last for 16 weeks, after which it would have to be replaced, no problem there as Pushpa had sent 6 of them. All that needed to be done was getting it done!
That problem (like all others!) too was solved by Pushpa, who recommended a female doctor in our area. So the very next day Samina and I went off to the doctors office and got the implant. Pushpa had told that doctor that I had agreed to take part in a study to judge the effectiveness of the patch. A study for which I was being a lot of money, you know for all the “inconvenience” Samina and I would be experiencing. So the good doctor had no problem in injecting the implant, after making sure that I was not allergic to any of its components, or had any other risk factors for possible negative side-effects. As we were preparing to leave the office, the doctor gave Samina a look of concern and commiseration. Samina just smiled and said she was prepared for everything. With that we left the office.
The drive home was a quiet one. Samina took the wheel leaving me to my thought. I was distraught that I would not be having erections for at least another 16 weeks. By then it would have been months since my last erection. I had read that going long without erections weakened the penile control muscles, and that worried me, but I did not say anything Samina. She was delighted that I was impotent, and that now she did not have to worry about making sure I stayed that way. And despite all my misgivings, I had to admit that I loved how happy my soft penis made Samina, and much to my own shock and surprise I did not miss erections as much as I thought I would. So that made me feel much better. Besides, I thought, to make Samina happy it was worth it!
Two days after getting the implant, the slight swelling at the implant site had vanished, and there was no tell tale sign that I had anything under my skin. Our morning ritual where Samina either fed me the tablet, or watched me take it myself was gone. Now we just had breakfast together and talked before heading to work.
It was just a few days later, when Samina's younger sister Tehmina arrived as planned, for a couple of weeks. Her husband had been sent to do a 2 week course in the US, and Tehmina had taken the opportunity to accompany him to the country. He had gone on to LA for the course, and Tehmina visited us. She would then join her husband in LA at the end of his course and they would take a few days to explore California
Tehmina is a lovely, tall, and very outgoing. She and husband are the life of any party . The two sisters are best friends and keep no secrets from each other. That made things a little uncomfortable for me. Samina was being quite cagey about exactly what she had told Tehmina about our relationship. And Tehmina did not help matters by dropping hints, and innuendos at every opportunity, anytime the words “soft”, “small”, “tiny”, “limp” etc came up, and then looking at me or my crotch pointedly and letting out a soft smirk or snicker.
On the Tuesday of Tehmina's second week in town, I got off early from work. I went home to get some lunch. Samina was still at work, and I was surprised to see Tehmina there, as usually she spent the day out sight-seeing, or shopping.
It was a typical hot spring day, I decided to take a dip in the pool before lunch. Since our backyard has complete privacy, and I thought I was alone, I just took off my clothes, and didn't bother to put on a swim suit, not feeling the need to have one on.
I dove straight in and enjoyed the feel of the cool water on the hot day. I swam a few laps and just relaxed for a while. I floated around for a few more minutes and was just about to get out of the pool when I heard the back door slam shut.
I looked up and was startled to see Tehmina walking toward the edge of the pool. She was dressed in dark blue jeans, a spaghetti strap pink to, and high heels, and had a huge grin on her face.
"I just stopped by to pick up wallet that that I forgot when I took a different bag this morning," she said. "And to my surprise I find my handsome brother-in-law skinny dipping in the backyard. How's the water?"
"Wonderful!" I replied. "I was about to get out."
"Well, don't let me stop you," Tehmina said as she sat down in one our deck chairs. "I've always wondered what sort of man my little sister had married. I've asked Samina but she won't say. Come on and get out. I'm sure a muscular guy like you has nothing he feels he has to hide." Tehmina giggled and winked at me. That told me she knew exactly the kind of man her sister had married!
I hesitated for a moment as I thought about my options. I knew if Tehmina got a look at my genitals I would be teased unmercifully for the next few days and maybe whenever she got an opportunity to do so. I was sure a woman like Tehmina would not be bashful. Such was her nature and we both new it. The smile on her face spoke volumes. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort and her impending humor at my expense.
I decided the best course of action was to make a run for the house, hoping that Tehmina couldn't see much.I quickly got out of the pool and ran to the back door. It was locked. Then I looked for my clothes and the towel that I had left on the table. They were gone. Tehmina had thrown my clothes into the house and locked the door.
"Looking for this?" Tehmina asked as she waved my towel at me. "Come on over and dry off. Don't be shy on my account sweetie, I have seen a penis before!" Tehmina snickered when she said the word 'penis'.
I realized I had no choice and slowly walked over to where Tehmina was sitting. As I got closer, Tehmina's smile turned into laughter. Thanks to the cold water, my penis was less than an inch long and my balls had retracted into my body.
By the time I stood next to Tehmina's chair she was laughing so hard she couldn't speak. After a few seconds Tehmina calmed down and said I reminded her of some baby sitting jobs she had in high college.
"I sure hope that thing gets a lot bigger," Tehmina said. "I'd hate to think my sister married a guy with a teenie weenie. How big are you when it's hard?"
"I guess I'm about average," I lied. I'd measured myself a few times, and knew full well I was just about average, probably in the lower end of the average range at best.
"Well, of course I don't have much experience in judging cocks, but compared to one I have seen, " Tehmina laughed, you look anything but average." She motioned me to stand closer and reached up with her right hand. With just her thumb and forefinger she began to stroke my tiny prick. Her expert touch soon had me beginning to get hard in spite of my humiliation. A few more seconds and of course I refused to respond, even though her ministrations felt heavenly.
"Is that it?" Tehmina chuckled. "A thin one incher that can't even rise? My poor sister. Maybe you should introduce her to some of your friends who might be on the other side of average.” She laughed. “And can get it up! I sure hope you're good at oral."
I could only swallow hard and nod my red faced head slightly.
Tehmina continued to massage my soft and I soon was dripping a little. A few more strokes from her beautiful fingers and then with a look of disgust and derision, she gave up. "Well with a small dick I don't suppose it really matters if it gets hard, my poor sister probably would not be getting much pleasure from it any way." Tehmina said as she removed her hand from my shaft.
Then she added. “No wonder she fucks around!” And winked at me.
My mouth dropped open. So Samina had shared our secret with Tehmina. Still, even though my suspicions had been confirmed, I was a little surprised and concerned Samina would share such a close secret with her sister. Tehmina was openly looking at my crotch and giggling, holding her thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart.
"Well stud, you better get dressed!" Tehmina said as she handed me my towel. "I've got to get back to shop See you tonight."
She smiled and gave me a little pat on my naked ass and cupped my balls a little. Then she got up and unlocked the door. As she went into the house she laughed and waved her little finger at me. I soon heard her car start up as she headed back to the mall. Leaving a red-faced me still standing naked by the pool.
After I calmed down and changed, I went into the house to take a shower. By the time Samina got home from college I was able to act as though nothing had happened. We ate dinner and then sat down to watch a movie on TV. Tehmina didn't get home until almost 8:00. Much to my relief she said nothing about our experience by the pool. In fact she said nothing about it for the rest of her stay. But I often saw the sisters exchanging knowing glances and snickers as they looked in my direction.
Tehmina left for home on the following Sunday. Up to that point she acted as though nothing had changed between us. But when she kissed me goodbye, she whispered something in my ear. "Be nice to my sister, little fella," she said. "See you soon. Maybe we can go for a swim. And find nice big-cocked lovers for my sister, she is the best and deserves it! You certainly can't give her what my darling gives me every chance her gets, or I want!" With a grin she was out the door and on her way to her husband. Leaving a laughing Samina standing next to me her arm around my waist. The next time around, Tehmina was not nearly as kind to me as she was this time, both she and Samina had a lot of fun at my expense, but that is another story altogether.
Anyway reading this story so far might form the conclusion that our life together was one sexual encounter after another. Well that conclusion would be totally erroneous. Life has way of making evening the seemingly most exciting people have very dull, boring, and ordinary days. And we were just about to hit such a patch. You see Samina switched jobs just after Tehmina left, and I was travelling a lot again. Samina's new job required very long hours as she was the number 2 person in the risk management division of a small consulting company, and was helping her boss actually set up the risk management consulting practice. Working 16-18 hour days, for weeks on end has a very negative effect on ones sex life. Although as Samina has often said, the more stress she is under, the higher her libido seems to get. Alas she just did not have time to do anything about it.
Anyway after about 7 weeks of touring several Asian countries where we had partners or operations, I returned. In another 2 weeks Samina started keeping normal would hours. Life was getting back to normal for us. In those two weeks, I frequently looked up at the ceiling of our car and Samina's foot marks were still there, a constant reminder of what she had done to get the car, and how she had enjoyed it. Mahesh the salesman, having long since moved on to other conquests, had not seen Samina for a long time, and of course she did not miss him. He was as much a conquest to her as she was to him.
Anyway, one Friday evening Samina and I decided to head to a bar and just chill, enjoy a few drinks, and take in the atmosphere. Just the two of us. Well that didn't last too long. Just as Samina had ordered her first martini and I my first beer, I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned around to see Kevin, an old friend of mine (not a very good friend mind you, just a casual friend), who had worked with Samina at her previous employer.
Now, let me tell you a little about Kevin. He is not the most likable fellow. A misogynist to the core, he had a very low opinion of women and did not hesitate to voice his views. Samina had often wondered why any woman would ever date the man. She thought that his rugged good looks probably attracted a lot of women, but only floozies and superficial women would really go for him. No woman with any self-respect could ever be really attracted to a man like Kevin.
I had my doubts about that. Kevin did have his share of floozies yes, but I had also seen him with some very classy, and successful women. Certainly these women could not by any means be lacking in self-respect.
It was too much hope that Kevin would leave us alone. And soon he was sitting with us, drinking away. Mouthing off on women. And the more he spoke the redder Samina got in the face. Kevin was not doing himself any favors talking like that, and I wondered how long before Samina exploded at him.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 98

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"It's like I always say – all women are whores." Yep. That's the sentence that started it all. Samina was getting madder with every word Kevin said. His girlfriend had just dumped him and he was feeling bitter. He was always better at first, until he found the next woman to spend a few months with. Samina had understood at first but now she was just downright angry.
"Easy, buddy," I said. "I happen to be married to a woman." Samina nodded as if to acknowledge that I had spoken well. Kevin just shook his head like he didn't want to hear me.
"I'm sorry, Samina," He said, taking a few swigs of his beer. "I'm just saying that all women have their price. It's just their nature." He was digging this hole deeper by the minute. I'd have to drag Samina out of the bar soon, or Kevin would be going home with a black eye for sure. Samina's fists were rolled and I was certain she was about to sock Kevin one as hard as she could.
He sounded like he was drunk already. I had trouble counting the number of times he'd gone on week long benders because some woman had tired of his coarse manner. During the first few of these crises, I assumed that the women he dated were attracted to the fact that he was a tall black man. Most of the women he got involved with were white with the occasional Asian woman or Latina. We can all pretend we live in a more enlightened world where race isn't a factor, but when it comes down to it, most non-black women sleep with black men for the exoticness. Samina of course was no exception, but she had never mentioned Kevin as being a potential lover for her.
Once Kevin passed the dozen marker on ex-girlfriends, I thought he was defying the odds in attracting only shallow women. Samina felt that it was because of his lack of refinement, and uncouth opinion of women. I came to agree with her. He didn't have a game face. He talked with and about women as if he were just hanging out with the guys. Women will stand for being called bitches, whores, and sluts for only so long. Eventually they want to go see a chick flick and cuddle on the couch. They, so I'm told, don't like men who ogle their breasts constantly or tell their friends they have to 'take the bitch home and drill her'.
Samina told me once that she would bet good money that Kevin had no idea what color her eyes were, but could rattle off her cup size. TShe's what Kevin would call a spinner. Her breasts look a little large for her small frame. Her flat abdomen and tight ass just make you want to bend her over the nearest flat surface. But then if things kept going the way they were, there was no way Kevin was going to experience anything like that. Samina had told me earlier that she desperately needed a good hard, thick, long, cock to fuck and suck, or she would go insane with frustration. A pity that Kevin was being so crude with her and blowing his chances. I had seen him often in the gym, and he certainly had what Samina craved.
The evening was a little windy and slightly on the chilly side, so Samina had worn a sweater to the bar. Inside it was quite warm, and after a few minutes she was off to the lady's room to strip down to a plain white t-shirt. When she came out she asked me if I could see her nipples. She had foregone wearing a bra. I laughed and told her, only if was looking directly looking at her chest, a passer by probably couldn't. Of course Keven sitting barely inches from us had a clearly look at the outline of her nipples against her tight shirt, not that Samina cared. But I saw Kevin take hidden and sometimes blatant looks at her chest.
"Their all the same," he continued. "It's all 'Kevin, I love your big black cock,' or 'Kevin, you fill me up more than any other man'. Then they run off with the first pencil-dicked boy with a Jaguar that offers them a drink." He downed his beer and flagged down the waitress. "No offense, Omar."
"None taken," I replied. "I drive a BMW." We both chuckled. We had met at the gym and teamed up on the long-distance running group. In the locker room, his meat swung heavy and low. And If I were to hazard a guess, I'd put it at over 6 inches long when soft! I imagined it would grow into something that Samina would be drooling over!
The waitress came by and we placed our order. Kevin took the time to pay a courtesy to her ass. She smiled uncomfortably and walked away.
"I could tap that ass tonight," he declared. "I wonder what her going rate is?"
Samina wadded up a bar napkin and managed to hit him square in the forehead with it.
"You are an ass." She must have felt that she was pointing out the obvious. "I married Umer without knowing anything about him or how he was financially. I did it because it was the right thing to do. I trusted my parents to make a right decision for me. Not once did I think of money or how rich he might be. How does that make me a whore?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Well, maybe you haven't done any whoring yet," he said. The hole he was digging was rapidly approaching China. "But that's just because nobody has named your price. The minute that someone does, you'll be pressing those big beautiful titties in his face."
I got out my wallet and through a few dollars on the table for the waitress. Kevin had finally crossed the line. I figured this would take about a year to iron out. I was wrong. Samina just started laughing and threw my napkin at him. I knew then she would be fucking him before the night was up. Samina had that unmistakable look in her eyes.
"I told you he was staring at my boobs," she exclaimed. She continued to laugh, then closed her eyes and asked, "Kevin, what color eyes do I have?" He looked perplexed. I was just relieved that she hadn't been mortally offended.
"Shit, I don't know. Black?" Kevin blurted out. “And when you dress like that, don't act surprised men look at you. Your tits are crying out to be seen bitch!” Kevin laughed.
Samina laughed some more and opened her lids. "Wrong, pig," she said. "Can't you look a woman in the eyes when you talk to her? Women like to pretend that you're paying attention to what they're saying." The waitress came and delivered our beers. I ordered a round of tequila.
"Why the hell would I want to look at your eyes, when you've got those sexy things stretching out that little t-shirt?" He asked, never taking his eyes from her now hardening nipples. I was a little surprised that this talk was getting her hot, all this while she had been so adamantly anti-Kevin.
"Why are men so enthralled by these things? You've all sucked on them before. Why don't you get all bothered by our arms or knees? It isn't any different. It's just what society has drilled into you." To prove her point she looked quickly around the bar and then grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands and flashed Kevin. He looked about as flushed as a dark skinned black man can, and stared eagerly at her chest as the top came back down a second later. Samina laughed out loud. Then Kevin looked at me, and I defused his tension by just laughing and giving him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, society," he said with a smile.
The waitress came by with our shots. I wondered if Samina really needed more alcohol in her. Maybe she would not be so accepting of Kevin, if she were sober? I suspected that the alcohol was stripping away her inhibitions a bit too much. Not that I minded, of course. I was just worried that if Samina did end up fucking Kevin, she might regret it the next day and hold me responsible for not stopping her, when clearly she was quite inebriated. On the bright side, Kevin wasn't thinking about his recent breakup.
"If they're no different than an arm or a knee, then why can't I touch them that way without some bitch slapping me?" he asked. He was now just plain gawking at Samina's pointing nipples. "Why can I shake your hand or give you a hug, but if I cup your tits with my hands you'd scream bloody murder? Huh!"
Now Samina was blushing. On her complexion it was much more obvious. She decided to try for a change of topic. She grabbed her shot glass and raised it. "Here is to better days," she offered. Kevin and I echoed her and down they went. Samina was quick to order another round and we proceeded to get pretty buzzed. Frankly Samina does not drink to excess generally, but after the past few weeks of intense work, I think she just wanted to let go. And who can blame her? Anyone in that position would have done the same.
I held my water as long as I could but eventually gravity got the better of me and I had to go to the men's room. I was half tempted to ask Kevin to come with me, but men don't do that. I didn't want the mood to turn sour when I was away, and I feared that Kevin might get a little aggressive. I still was not sure of how serious Samina was about Kevin. Was she really keen to fuck him, or was this just some friendly, alcohol induced flirting? That said, I had to go.
When I stood, Kevin did too. Gravity works on everyone. We pissed the way men do; eyes forward and no talking. Kevin finished before I did and headed back out to the bar saying he'd get us a round for last call. I nodded and waited while I relieved myself of three times what I'd taken in.
When I finally came out, Kevin was sitting in the booth with Samina. I simply took the seat opposite them. We each had another shot and a beer. Kevin waited for me to get situated and then lifted his glass and said, "To tits!" I missed echoing the toast because I didn't know how Samina would react. She belted out the words and drank her shot.
Kevin put his hand on her arm. His big dark hand made her look tiny. "So, this is your arm," he said. His rubbed her arm and said, "You're right. There is nothing sexual about this." He dropped his hand below the table and reached toward her.
"Okay, now this is your knee," He began rubbing her again. Samina was biting her upper lip and smiling at me mischieviously. I smiled back, wondering if Kevin knew what Samina had in mind for him, or if he thought it was just a game? I stayed cool about it, deciding to let things play out. It was up to the two of them to decide how far to let things go. I was happy to be just an observer.
"I don't know if that's sexual to you, but it sure as hell is doing something for me!" Samina snickered, and moved a little closer to her lover.
"Okay," he said. "According to your theory, there should be no difference between that and rubbing your tits, right." Samina nodded, still biting her lip. "Slide down a little, woman. We don't want to give the whole bar a show." She slid down until only her head was visible.
She must have kicked off her shoes, because a soft foot started massaging my crotch. My dick felt amazing, her foot massaged it expertly. Soft or not, the sensation was intensely amazing. I was addicted to that feeling. You have to experience it to understand what I felt.
Samina let Kevin continue his experiment. He reached his other hand under the table and it occurred to me that he was still rubbing with the first hand. Her knees were too far away for him to rub. She was letting him feel up her pussy. She must have been feeling good, because she was biting her lip hard and her eyes were closed. I'm sure that Kevin didn't notice.
Before long he had his hand up under her shirt and was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She was writhing in her seat. From my angle I could just barely make out the tops of her breasts as he pulled her t-shirt above her tits and felt her up. He even bent down and sucked on her nipples. She was pressing on my dick and balls like it was a gas pedal and she was late for work. Actually her digging foot hurt my balls a little, sometimes a lot as the pressure she applied varied, with the intensity of Kevin's assault on her sensitive nipples. Then the lights came on. It was time to go.
Samina let him suck on her tits a few moments longer before sitting up. She didn't get her shirt pulled down on time and gave the few remaining drunks a free show. Kevin was still using the hand that wasn't choking down the last of his beer to make Samina moan. She was shaking a bit as she drank some of her beer. I reached down to adjust my own uncomfortable balls, which by then had actually developed a dull ache from all the pounding they had received from Samina's loving, yet punishing foot. I wondered if Samina did that deliberately, or was it just accidental? Something done in the heat of the moment.
"It's time to go, guys," the waitress said as she collected our empties. Then her eyes widened a bit as she figured out why my wife was squirming.
"Sure thing, hottie," Kevin said. "Just give me a few moments so I can stand up, sweet thing." He pointed down at his crotch and the waitresses eyes opened even wider. She nodded and hurriedly finished cleaning up before scurrying away.
"I suppose we should tip her well," he suggested. He pulled out his wallet and stopped rubbing, I suspected, my wife's pussy. He fished some bills from his wallet and I did the same.
"Ready to go?" Samina asked impatiently, gathering up her purse and sweater. It looked like she was snapping her jeans back up.
"Not just yet, Samina," Kevin said. Then he grabbed her arm and placed it in his lap. "See, it isn't much different than touching an arm." She kept her hand beneath the table a while, I knew she was rubbing his massive erection.
"No kidding," she said. "It almost feels like an arm."
Kevin slapped at her hand. "That's enough, bitch," he snapped. "We'll never get out of here if you keep rubbing my cock."
This was the first time he had described the events below the table top. Given the soft state of my dick I would have no trouble walking, were it not for the fact that my balls wer e throbbing a little and walking only made that worse. We took a while to collect ourselves, and after a few more minutes we left.
We debated in the parking lot for a while about who was sober enough to drive. None of us were. I suggested that we walk home our home was only a few blocks from the bar.
When we turned off the main street into the neighborhood, Kevin wasted no time coming up behind Samina and reaching up her shirt. She leaned back into him and started rubbing his cock which had grown stiff down his pant leg. She fumbled clumsily with his belt and zipper. He unsnapped her jeans with one hand and worked the zipper down. He slipped his long fingers into the front of her panties. She had her hand in his pants and was stroking his pole. All I could do was watch and rub myself, masturbating myself the way I had been for a long time now. A soft cock can still feel sexual pleasure! Samina moaned.
That's when a dog barked and I realized, in my drunken state, that they were practically fucking right there on the street and a few houses still had lights on.
"Hey you two," I said. "You're going to get us arrested. Let's at least make it home or to the park at the end of the street." Kevin pulled away from my wife and took off his belt, he handed it to me. Samina misunderstood and removed her t-shirt. Her bared breasts were beautiful in the streetlights. Kevin's attention and the open air had made her nipples stand out crinkled and erect.
"Come on, baby," Kevin said. "Let's get to the park. I've got a ride for you." He reached into his undone pants, and struggled to stand his cock upright. When he finally managed to wrangle out his meat, it was massive and sticking out well above the waistband of his briefs. Samina's had a hungry look in her eyes, and she licked her lips in anticipation of having her weeks long hunger finally quenched. She was now a woman possessed, not to be denied. I doubt she would have stopped even if I had stepped in and tried to put an end to proceedings, which of course I had absolutely no intention of doing!
Samina kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants while I whispered urgently that we couldn't do this there. I felt the danger of being so public, but was helpless to stop it.
Even in the dim light I could tell Samina's white panties were sopping. I bent and gathered her belongings and we started rushing toward the park. Samina looked like an unearthly fantasy as she streaked down the street. Her breasts were bouncing and her ass jiggled slightly. She had pulled well ahead of Kevin and me. Before she darted into the park, she stopped and stripped off her panties, wadding them up the way she had her bar napkin and throwing them over a fence into someone's backyard. Well, that would be a nice surprise for someone in the morning.
Kevin and I walked over a small tree-lined hill that led to the playground. When we reached the bottom, Samina was waiting there naked and kneeling. She looked sexy as hell in the dim light. Her tits were perfect hanging globes. My gaze shifted to her flat abs and down to where her fingers massaged her nicely shaved pussy. At times like this I really missed the slick, hot, velvety vagina of her's wrapped around my hard penis. I really missed it, and my jealously and envy of Kevin came alive. I wanted to be him. I felt it so unfair that other men could enjoy my wife in ways that was now clearly forbidden to me. Yet I felt it was the right order of things. My brain was torn between that dichotomy of thoughts, knowing something to be right, yet wishing it was not!
"Someone is already there," she whined. Sure enough, I could just make out three shapes at a small pavilion on the other side of the park. I guessed that they were teenagers out past curfew.
"That's all right," Kevin said. He took off his shoes and pants and stood in front of Samina, so his cock was right in front of her face. The light from the street barely illuminated them, but I could see her clearly as she pulled down his briefs. With his underwear out of the way his cock fell forward. It landed directly on her face with the head resting on her forehead. It was nearly obscured her face and Samina grabbed it with both hands and greedily licked the length of his shaft before rubbing its head all over her face and tits.
"The size of a child's arm," she gasped.
I decided to maintain some semblance of modesty and kept my own clothes on. I did not need a visual reminder that not only was I much smaller than Kevin, I was also as limp as wet noodle, compared to his rock hard boner. Occasionally I would reach over my pants and rub my crotch for pleasure, as I saw Samina worship Kevin's tool of pleasure.
It started sprinkling. The cool drops felt good on my sweating skin. Samina flicked her tongue around the head of Kevin's cock. She slobbered on it hungrily. She worked it in and out of her mouth furiously, gagging occasionally and wiping the streaming saliva and pre-cum from her chin. After choking, she'd give herself a breather and suck on my dick a bit before returning to his monster cock. Eventually she learned to relax or had found the right angle because she was working a good length of it down her throat without gagging. I just enjoyed the show.
There was a long low rumble of thunder in the distance and the rain started falling harder, we all ignored it. I got behind Samina and kneaded her tits while she blew Kevin. Kevin had a handful of her hair and was face fucking her savagely, letting her up for air occasionally. I reached down and started rubbing her wet pussy. I fingered her, and played with her clitoris.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 99

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Another peal of thunder let loose. This time it was directly overhead. It started to pour down rain. There were flashes of lightning off in the distance. I ignored it and just kept finger-fucking my wife. She was giving Kevin such a great blowjob that I doubted he even knew it was raining. Then a great boom of thunder startled us all.

Samina let out a little scream. "Let's go," she said, standing up and hurrying toward the pavilion. Kevin followed right after her. I started to gather our clothes, but there were too many of them and they were already soaked, so I just grabbed Samina's purse and hurried to catch up with them.

When we reached the pavilion, we were in the middle of a full fledged thunderstorm. Three boys in high college letterman jackets were sitting on a picnic table staring at us in amazement. I recognized one of them as Roger, he mowed lawns in our neighborhood. They were all staring intently at Samina who was looking hot as hell with her perky nipples and wet skin. Her wet hair was plastered to her head. The boys had obviously been enjoying the show. They all had bulges in their jeans. I could easily make out the hill we had just left.

"Hey, boys," Samina greeted them, her voice a little slurry from the drinks earlier. "Do you mind if we ride out the storm with you?" There were no lights, but our eyes had adjusted to the dark and frequent flashes of lightning lit up her naked body

"Hell, no," they exclaimed in unison. Samina and Kevin laughed along with the teenagers. Samina thanked them and bent over the picnic table between two of the boys. Her tits spread out beneath her.

"Now where were we?" She asked. I took this as my cue to continue playing with her wet pussy, but Kevin beat me to the draw. He was pumping his giant hard-on and placed the head at her pussy lips. She gasped as he pushed the head in, bracing herself by grabbing Roger and another kid's thigh. You know there is nothing sexier than seeing pussy lips wrapped like a tight rubberband around a thick penis shaft, and lying the way she was, I had a clear view of her pussy lips as they stretched to accommodate Kevin's thickness.


Kevin pulled out and thrust back in, this time he managed to sink a few inches inside of her. She moaned loudly. "Oh yes! Fuck me, Kevin. Give me that big cock, you disgusting asshole!" He obliged and pushed deeper inside of her with each stroke.

"Yes! Oh, you're so big. Umm. Oh, that's it! Fuck me, you sick bastard!" she was rubbing Roger and his friend's cocks through their jeans. They were both busy trying to get their flies open so she could get at their erections. The third boy stood opposite me on the other side of Samina and Kevin and already had his pants at his ankles. He was masturbating as he watched this muscular big-dicked black man fuck my wife.

Roger and the other seated teenager had managed to work their pants to their knees. Samina had a death grip on both of their engorged tools while screaming and moaning in ecstasy at the fucking she was getting. I was a little disappointed to discover that I, by far, had the smallest dick in the group. Secretly I think I had hoped that I would be at least bigger than one of those boys, when erect, a man sometimes needs that kind of reaffirmation. But alas, no such luck!

"You like that whore?" Kevin asked. "Do you like getting fucked by my big dick, slut? You like getting gangbanged, don't you whore?" He started pounding her faster. He had managed to work his cock into her nearly to the balls.

"Yes, Kevin. I love it. Fuck your cheap whore you prick. Please. I'll do anything for your cock. Fuck me! Ohhhhhh!" She had a loud orgasm and laid her head on the table making little squeaks each time Kevin rammed forward. His pace quickened and Samina started gasping louder.


Kevin was grunting, almost growling. "You...fucking...whore...fucking... bitch...cum loving slut!" Then he let out roar and a rumble of thunder echoed his climax. He had cum. I thanked my luck stars Samina was on the pill. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her feel every inch. She moaned, shuddered and let out a little whimper as his head plopped out of her well fucked cunt.

She stood, turned around and kissed him passionately. Then Kevin smiled down at her.
"Whore," he said. She smiled back at him, biting her lip and holding his, still impressive, flaccid cock in her hands.

"I'll be whatever you want," she confessed dreamily, with a smile on her face, his cum leaking out of her, as she kept her legs spread as far as she could.


"Good, I want you down on all fours." She dropped to the cement facing the 6" pink erection of the standing boy. The teenager took advantage of his position and bent his cock to her mouth. She gobbled it up quickly. Roger and the other boy had managed to undress. Roger came and stood beside me pumping his over 7" cock with his fist. His friend's penis was the second smallest in the pavilion at around 5 ½". He stood in front of Samina and she alternated sucking each of the teenagers' cocks.

I decided to benefit from my wife's exposed pussy and started to get behind her, but Kevin held out his arm saying, "You can have her anytime. Give someone else a chance." I chucked to myself, little did he know that I was not going to fuck her, I just wanted to do what I always did after her pussy had been filled up. Then he nudged Roger on the shoulder and said, "What are you waiting for, man. Fuck that slut." Roger wasted no time getting his cock into her.

The storm was passing and the rain had tapered to a sprinkle again. Kevin sat down on the picnic table with his flaccid cock swinging between his dangling legs. He barked orders at the boys like a coach. Roger was hammering my wife's pussy energetically. His hips made a slapping sound each time he thrust forward. The two boys enjoying their blowjobs had managed to get both of their cocks into Samina's mouth and she made muffling "Oomph" noises as our lawn mower boy drilled her.

The boy with the smaller penis pulled his dick out her mouth and moaned a bit as he spewed a load of semen onto her face and hair. The other boy followed soon after but grabbed the back of Samina's head as he came and she swallowed after each blast.


Roger pulled her back by the hips as he drove his swollen member into her. She lowered herself to her forearms and raised her ass. He was making asthmatic wheezing sounds as he pounded his sizable cock into her little body. Then he quickly pulled out and hurried in front of her. She took his cock into her mouth as he came. She let it out a bit too early and she received a blast on her face. She milked him dry and swallowed the rest of his load.

After Roger finished I ran to her so no one would jump in line in front of me again. I kissed he hard, and she kissed back, depositing some cum into my mouth, and I swallowed, Kevin let our a laugh and a whistle. She the grabbed it my crotch in her palm and said, "Aw, what the tiny cute one. I am sure you want to fuck me with it. Omer, or do you want to poke me with it?"

I nodded vigorously. She giggled and said. “aww, my poor baby!|” Then she sat back on her knees and asked, "Would one of you fuck me please?"

The boy with the 6" dick accepted her offer. He gave her knees a rest by putting her on her back in the wet grass. Once he finished Roger had at her once more, concluding by spewing a surprising amount of cum across her tits. As he came, she had a shock of recognition and said, "Hey, you mow our lawn!”

Everyone rinsed off in the drizzling rain a bit and then we said our goodbyes. Samina thanked them for giving her such a good time, and told Kevin he could come over anytime. She even winked at Roger. With that the three boys and Keven walked away. Leaving a very well fucked, completely naked Samina lying on the wet grass.

I was gathering her wet clothes and was about to wring them dry when I heard Samina say, “whathca waiting for stud, my pussy needs some TLC! Kevin did a real number on it !”

I knew exactly what she meant, and not caring that we were outside where anyone of the neighbors could see us, I took my familiar position between her legs and put my tongue to good use. Pleasuring my wife as only I could. Soon she was purring with pleasure, as I licked her well fucked clean, of every last drop of cum I could suck out.


Soon it was all over. Samina slipped on her wet t-shirt and nothing more. I carried the rest of her clothes home. Samina looked like a little goddess. Her t-shirt only came down to her waist, so her ass and pussy were openly exposed. Her perfect tits were plain to see through the wet cotton. But that late on a rainy night, I doubt many people were out for a walk, or peeking out of windows.


When we got home, to our surprise Kevin was waiting for us at the front door. It was pointless to ask what he was doing there, the smile on Samina's face said that he was more than welcome to come in. They took off our sopping clothes and ran upstairs to the bedroom. Kevin lay down and Samina started sucking his giant semi-erect cock into a full erection. I sat on a chair quietly, and just watched. Anything I could have done or said would have only interfered with my lovely wifes pleasure, and heaven forbid I should ever do anything like that.


"Kevin?" I heard her ask as I fucked her. "Kevin, wake up. Wake up, asshole." He had apparently passed out while she blew him. "Goddamn it! I need a big cock in my pussy." Samina was determined to make up for the 7 weeks of celibacy, her job had forced on her.


But alas Kevin had passed out. No amount of imploring from Samina would rouse him up.
Samina let out an exasperated sigh and said, "grab a couple blankets from the closet." I did. She spread one over Kevin and handed me one. “Keep you warm in the other bedroom!”

“What! But.....” I said. I was hoping to sleep with her, and a passed out Kevin was as useless to her as I was wide awake.

"Don't be ridiculous, Omer," she scolded. "We can't carry Kevin and we can't all fit on the bed. Do you want to sleep up here with a naked man? Besides I am sure he will be up for action later tonight for sure!" She had a point. She slipped under the blanket and rested her head on his chest. The blanket rippled as she stroked his tool.

"I'm tired, baby. Get the lights on your way down," she said, puckering her lips. I gave her a kiss good night, once again getting a taste all of the cocks she'd just sucked. I walked down stairs and heard her whispering, "Kevin, wake up. Wake up and fuck your slut with your big black pipe." I guess there are degrees of tired. I think I heard Kevin moan a little.


As I tried to make my self comfortable on the bed, it occurred to me that everything Kevin had said in his crude way made sense. Instead of some guy with cash, my wife was used to giving it up for some compliments and most importantly, a big penis. Someone had, in fact, named her price. And it was price to which she could never say no. With that epiphany floating in my mind, I fell asleep to the sound of squeaking bed springs in the room above, and loud sounds of Samina's screams of passions and Kevin calling her his latest whore, filling the house.

Well Kevin was not a one shot deal for Samina. He became her regular boyfriend/lover for several weeks after that and she was exclusively his. And he made sure he used her like he used any of his other girlfriends. Fortunately for me, he was more interested in humiliating Samina than me, and did not seem to care that I was her husband. On the morning after their last night together, as he was leaving, he handed her a $50 bill, thanking her for being his whore for the past few weeks, the money was about right for someone as cheap as her. He told her that if she ever became a street walker, she would be nothing more than a cheap $5 whore. Samina turned read and slapped him hard, which just made him laugh and say that he was sure he had touched a nerve. Samina only snorted. Now, mind you Samina loves being used, she loves being made to feel dirty. But its something else for a guy to call her out for it.


Well after Kevin, Samina and I had a few days to ourselves. A lot activities to do together. And we enjoyed them all. But things were about to change a little for us once again. Only, this time, it was Samina's idea not mine. Well not mine in the sense that I never voiced it, but it had crossed my mind a few times, but each time I dismissed it, thinking that Samina would never be interested.


It was a lovely warm, breezy evening and we were sitting together outside on the porch swing, drinking martinis. We had been that way, making small talk for well over two hours, watching as the sun set.


I was sitting leaving back against the swing, and Samina sat with her back on the arim rest, her feet resting in my lap, as I occasionally massaged and caressed them. She loves having her feet rubbed by me.


Suddenly I felt one of heels dig into my crotch, and let out an involuntary “ooohhhh”.

Samina laughed, “you like that?” And dug her heel even further.


Not knowing what to say, or what she was looking to hear, I simply nodded.

“Well no need to feel bad about it honey, actually I kinda enjoyed doing that you the first time Kevin fucked me. It feel nice then, and it feels nice now.” She pressed her heel harder into my scrotum, making me wince a little as I felt more than just a little discomfort.


“Hmm,” I said, “So.... what are we going to do about it?”

“About what?” Samina asked, sipping her drink, and easing the pressure a little.


“Well you know...” I said softly, not quite sure what to say.

“Oh you mean about me hurting your useless balls?” Samina said very clearly. "It's not like you have any use of them!"

“Well.... yes!” I said and suddenly felt her heel dig very, very hard into my balls, making me jump up a little.


“Hmmm...well something fun I hope!” Samina laughed, I could tell she was really into this. “You know Pushpa told me how much she enjoyed tormenting her husbands balls, and how much he loved it, but at the time I did not think much of it, but now, I think it's something I could enjoy too! And I know you love me, so you will not stop me!”

So there she was again! Pushpa! Was there anyway I would ever be truly free of her? Not that I minded her guiding Samina, but still I was not exactly thrilled that another woman was preaching to Samina. I had a concern that Pushpa might push Samina away from me eventually.


A sharp stab from her heel to my balls, brought be back to reality. “Ouch!” I said.

“That was a nice one!” Samina laughed. “But you know I bet it will feel even better if I used my hands!”


I could only nod, feeling a little excited. At least this way Samina would be touching my balls, and frankly I had long held an on-again/off-again fantasy to have my balls busted! Thank you Pushpa for making it finally happen. How well you know and understand me.


“Why don't we head inside, and have some fun?” Samina asked, a sparkle in her eyes. “I think the bedroom might be the best place to start!”


I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, as Samina watched in anticipation. She was actually quite excited.


“If this is half as much fun as Pushpa says it is, I am really going to enjoy myself!” Samina smiled, with a bit of a demonic look in her eyes. “I think you should sit at the foot of the bed to start out.” She pointed to the place where she wanted me to sit. “And keep your legs spread open.”


I swallowed hard and nodded. I was excited and a little afraid. I saw Samina lick her lips, a smile on her face, her eyes gleaming and her right hand opening and closing. I knew she would relish what was about to happen to me. And you know, that actually made me feel a lot better. The fact that she seemed to think she would enjoy being a ballbuster was in itself enough for me to let her do it.


I sat at the edge of the bed, my legs open as far apart as I could keep them. Samina had turned off the air conditioning, so it was quite warm in the room, and my naturally my balls hung as low as they could. Right next to my limp penis. I sat there, looking at my incredibly beautiful wife, and saw her eyes we focused straight at my groin region, and full of determination. Then I saw her take the two steps it took to be standing right next to me.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 100

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Then she said,”youknow I think you should stand up to start off.” I complied.

There was fire inher eyes, as she licked her lips, I could tell she was relishing whatshe was about to do. I felt fear run through me, and my scrotumtingled a little. Involuntarily I closed my legs almostimperceptibly, but Samina promptly slapped my knees apart, as shesmiled at me. It was not a smile of affection, but the smile ofsomeone who knew she was about to inflict a great deal of pain andwas looking forward to it. I could feel my heart thumping against mychest, but I as determined not to chicken out. I told myself thatanything gave Samina pleasure was my job to provide, no matter what!

Then she grabbedthe base my soft penis and balls, forming a tight circular vise withher her right thumb and forefinger. “Oh they are nice and warm.”She giggled, and squeezed a little, but not uncomfortably so. Theshe started to drag me along, yanking on my balls, giggling a lot asshe did so. I felt pain, and panted a little, Samina just ignored me.

“Oh,sit...sit!” She said making me sit at the edge of the bed. She satnext to me, taking my balls in her left hand, and kneeding thembetween her fingers. “These balls must be so full of come! It'sbeen a while!” She laughed again. “Does that feel nice?”

“Yea....no...yea, well your nails are bit sharp!” I winced a little as herlong nails dug deep into my scrotum.

“Silly, that'sthe point!” Samina said seriously, she dug her nails harder and Ilet out a grunt, which Samina ignored of course. “You know Umer,if you really love me and want me to have fun, you won't tell me tostop till I want to!” He tone implied a challenge, I could onlynod.

Samina held myballs tight with one hand, and started to flick the fingers of theother hand on my scrotum. “Umm... this fun!”

I felt a littleuncomfortable, but the pain was not in anyway unbearable, I knew shewas just starting. Then Samina got up and pushed me back, “liedown!” she said, and I did, with me feet on the ground.

“You nice andcomfortable?” She asked as she climbed on to the bed.

“Yes,” Isaid.

“Good! I amgoing to make you feel so much better now!” She said, as shemounted me. Her butt on my chest, and her knees on either side of me.“Not give me your arms!”

I complied, andshe proceeded to pin my arms against my sides, held in place by herknees, there was no way I could have moved my arms. Her butt was nowresting itself completely on my chest.

“Now that weare both nice and relaxed,” she laughed, “I am going to give youa really special treat!” Samina looked at me, laughed and thenturned away, her left hand resting on my balls as she pulled them upa little. Then she let go of them, and caressed them a little withher hands, I liked that.

SLAP! I heard thenoise just before I felt the harsh pain of a a tight slap hitting myballs hard, and I mean hard, Samina had not held back! “OOOhhhhhh!”I cried out. “What was that for?” I could not stop myself fromasking.

Samina laughed.“Nothing, just because I wanted to!” SLAP! Another hard slap.“And that one too!”

“Ohhhhh!Ahh...uhh” I cried, the pain reaching the pit of my stomach.Involuntarily I tried to move my arms to comfort my poor balls, butSamina would not let me move them even an inch.

She lifted up mycock and slapped it a few times. “This thing is so useless! I can'tthink why I ever let you put it in me! I hate small cocks!” Shepinched it hard, and slapped it a few more times.

I lifted up myknees to block her blows, but she pushed them down, and slapped myballs hard again. “NO! Don't you dare!” That was followed byseveral shorter slaps in quick succession, as I panted and moanedoohhhs and aaahs.

Samina giggled.“You enjoying this as much as I am?” She slapped a few moretimes.

“Noh!” Iblurted out, not that it mattered, the slaps kept coming.

“Well I am!”Samina said as she slapped my balls mercilessly.

Then she startedto massage them. “Does that feel better? Should I massage them alittle more?”

“Yess!” Isaid. That was only met by several very hard slaps.

Then she startedto tickle my balls, followed by several hard slaps. “I don't knowif I prefer tickling them, or slapping them!” Then she gripped oneball real hard, making the scrotum smooth, and started to caress itwith a forefinger. It actually felt very good, but alas did not last,just as I was getting a little less tense, I received 4 or 5 slaps onmy poor testicle. Then Samina let got of the ball, and took the baseof my scrotum in a viselike grip, making the scrotum taught! “Ohhthey are nice and pink now!” She laughed. She then proceeded toslap my balls silly, I lost count of how many slaps they took. Theslaps came from all angles, and all directions, Samina showed nomercy, completely ignoring my cries of pain. She never made a patternI could discern. Sometimes she would caress along the mid-seam of thescrotum, before slapping hard, I just could not figure out what shewould do next, it was all random.

Then, with myballs still in her tight grip, Samina got off my chest and said,“look what a lovely shade of pink they are!” As I looked up tosee, she slapped them hard again several times, following which sheproceeded to squeeze them as hard she could.

“And to them, Ilet the juice of these things in me. Ugh!” Samina said and squeezedvery, very hard! “How many times do you think we fucked?”

“I don't know!”I said truthfully.

“Well I think Ishould slap them at least once for every time we fucked!” She saidslapping them hard. “So how many times did we fuck?”

“Twenty....ten....five....twotimes!” I lied in desperation, making Samina laugh.

“Oh so now youare lying! I should slap them just for that!” Samina slapped thebottom of my balls hard and I cried out in pain. She slapped theballs hard again. “Stand up! Up!” And led me to the wall, “standthere and spread you legs!” Her hand held my balls in a tight grip.I struggled to breathe.

Then she let up alittle, and caressed my balls, “that better?”

I nodded avigorous yes.

“Good!” Shesaid then proceeded to slap then hard again. “I am really enjoyingthis!” It's more fun that I thought it would be! Don't you agree?”

I said nothing,as I say Samina dig her nails hard into my balls. “Oooohhhh!” Isaid and my knees started to buckle a little. Immediately Saminareleased her pressure.

“You know I amrather happy with you, for not putting a stop to this!” Saminalooked at me with a happy smile. At that point there is no way Icould have told her to stop, she seemed so happy. “Now why don'tyou be a good little boy, and hold up your cock for me?” I did asshe asked. “Good!” she said.

Then, as I lookedstraight ahead, she changed her mode of attack and started to punchmy balls hard. I felt each knuckle, as it hit my balls. “Ahhh.....ahhhh..... ohhhhh....” I was almost sobbing, by the time shestopped and looked up at me.

“So which doyou prefer, the punching or the slapping?” Samina laughed and askedas she started to caress and tickle my balls, waiting for me toanswer. “You can't make up your mind?” She started to punch myballs again.

“Ahhh.....ahhhh......ahhhh....”I was crying out.

“They look socute!”

Suddenly it wastoo much for me, and I started to collapse. Samina stopped. And Irecovered my breath. Then she stood up and my neck, “oh you poorthing!” and with that she started slapping my balls hard frombelow. My cries filled the room, and whenever my knees started togive, Samina would stop, tighten her grip on the back of my neck, andkeep me from collapsing. And just as soon as I showed a littlerecovery, the slaps started again.

Then she stoppedand stepped back, and started to caress my balls with the toe of herhigh heels. I knew what was about to happen. “Now I want you toclose your eyes! Close them!”

Just I had closedmy eyes, I felt four quick shots from her toes right in the middle ofmy balls. “Oohhhhhh.....ahhhhh....” I cried out and cupped myballs trying to soothe them. Strangely enough, the kicks did not feelas hard as the slaps. Then thankfully the kicks stopped but just asquickly she had my balls in her hands again.

Samina pinchedthe bottom of my scrotum, lifting it up and started to tickled it.“Does that tickle?” I nodded a yes, the tickle after the painfelt almost like a heavenly balm.

Then Saminastepped back again. “You know your balls and cock as so useless! Atleast this way they can give me some pleasure!” That was followedby several kicks to my balls. “You like it when I have fun andenjoy myself don't you?”

“Ooooohhh!Yeeeeaaaahhhhh of cou cou course I do!” I said between the oooohssand aaaaahhhggghhhs.

“I know you dosweetie, thats how I was certain you would not stop me today!”Samina said happily as she continued to kick me in the groin. “Youare so good to me! It's why I love you so much and can never imagineleaving you! What you lack in cock and balls, you more than make upfor in so many other ways!” And then another hard kick straight tomy balls. “That felt nice too! I liked that! I like that you likeme liking things!”

“Awwwwhhhhhh.I....am..gladdd!” I cried out, my face red. Samina gave me a fewseconds to massage my balls, they felt hot. And as soon as I hadmoved my hand aside, and tried to look down at my poor balls, I feltand saw three sudden kicks.

“My you are agood little boy!” Samina giggled. “You know what, turn around,and spread your legs and lean forward..”

Breathingheavily, and feeling a fire in my groin, I slowly turned around anddid as Samina asked, supporting my weight on my hands against thewall. Apparently I had not done exactly as she wanted because sheharshly slapped my thighs apart, “further” she said, sounding alittle annoyied.

Through my legs Isaw her kneel down and cup my balls. “Now let me see,” she said,“as she tickled them and softly caught them between in her grip.“Nice and dangling!” The she started to slowly slap them frombelow, developing a rhythm, but with each slap harder then a the onebefore.

“Unnngggh” Irepeated many times, at each slap.

Then withoutwarned she quickly following up a very hard slap, with a firm squeezeof the balls, and I mean firm. I tried to close my legsinstinctively, but Samina was having none of it.

“Uggghhhh....uggghh....uggghhhh....” I repeated thru gritted teeth.

Then she stoppedwhat she was doing, and stood up. “Thats good, and nice!” Saminawhispered.

She startedplaying with my loose hanging balls with her right foot,occassionally a little hard, but mostly she was not hard at all, itwas more like tickling the scrotum with her toes, and sometimessqueezing the balls between her foot and my body.

“You know Ihave been pretty rough on your poor balls today,” Samina said asshe continued. “So you know what, I'll give you a sporting chance,I'll think of a number between 1 and 5 and if you can guess it, Iwill let you go, if not, I get to have more fun. Agreed?”

By know, my ballswere aflame with pain and all I could not was vigorously nod myagreement. And then a hard kick to my balls dropped me to my knees asI cried out in pain.

“So what do youthink it is?” Samina asked, as I kneeled and cupped my balls.

“3.....no 2....no 1!” I stammered.

“Pick one!”Samina demanded.

“Ah....ah....ah....4” I said.

“Wrong!”Samina laughed. “So get back up! Up!”

Slowy I stood andtook my the same position I had before.

“I think I'llgive you one more chance!” Samina said.

“Four!” Isaid firmly.

“I didn't sayyet!” Samina said angrily and followed it up with a very, very hardkick.

“Owwwwhhh!” Iyelled, and my knees buckled, as I nursed my poor balls.

Samina seemed totake some pity on me and let me nurse my balls, as she picked up amagazine and started to peruse it. I took the opportunity to sit withmy back against the wall, and legs spread, looking down at my nowpurple scrotum and throbbing balls, letting out soft moans.

Samina flippedthrough the pages of the magazine then showed me a page. “Do youthink she is pretty?” Samina pointed at a scantily clad model.

“Yes....well....notas pretty as you are!” I said confidently.

“Oh.... you sosweet!” Samina smiled at me, but it was not a smile of comfort, orhappiness, it was something completely different. “Get back upsweetie!”

I stood up,facing my demonically charged wife, and she slowly tickled my balls.“Oh they look so cute, all purple and hot! A real treat! Now closeyou eyes!”

“What?” Imanaged to blabber.

“Close youreyes, no peeking!” Samina said, her voice dripping with honey.

I covered my eyesmy hands.

“Nah, nuh, nuh!Eyes shut, hands behind the head!” Samina explained, and Icomplied.

Samina ticked myscrotum with the index and middle finger of her left arm for a bit.Then she ran an index finger along the small length of my soft penis.I will admit it felt really good!

“You likemaking me happy?” She asked softly.

“Yeah!” Ireplied.

“Yeah? Good!And you know what makes me happy? This does!” I barely had time toregister Samina's words when a hard, tough kick flatted my ballsagainst my body.

“Aaaahhhhh!”I bent over, and held my balls. “oooohhhhhh!”

“That makes mehappy! What a treat! I want more! So get up!” Samina helped mestand straight, and then followed 5 or 6 hard kicks. Splat! Splat!Splat! Splat! Splat! In quick succession.

I could not helpbut cup my balls.

“Did you likethat?” Samina snickered.

“No!” Ireplied.

“What? No? Ithought you liked making me happy, and diing things I liked? Were youlying?” Samina said in mock anger at me.

At that moment Imade the mistake of standing straight up, trying to look at her. ButSamina was in no mood to talk. All she did was give me a series ofkicks, that had me nearly crying and almost feeling like throwing up.

“You are aliar!” Samina sounded really mad now. “Get up you lying bastard!”

By now, I waspast the point of pain. I slowly stood up, and Samina walked up tome, standing very close. She kissed me and then just when I thoughtit was all over, I felt her knee did into my balls, with loud splatsounds several times. The last one was particularly vicious and I letout a very loud “ooooohhhhh, my nuts!” and collapsed to theground, holding my balls. The pain was like nothing else I had everfelt before. I felt I could not breathe.

Samina let mewail for a bit and then said, “now let me have a look!” Shehelped me roll onto my back and spread my legs apart. “Hmmm...”she said, sitting down between my open legs. “Well it looks like Iam going to be nicer to you now.” She softly caressed my balls,“don't worry both still there! You are still a man! Well half-man!”Samina laughed at her own joke. I was still moaning.

“Oh Samina,that feels so nice!” I panted as she caressed and ticked myscrotum.

“Good Omer!”She said and continued with her ministrations. “Do they stillhurt?”

“Yesss!” Ipanted, as Samina gripped the base of my scrotum and pulled it. “Howabout this one?” She asked slapping the right ball with an indexfinger.

“Yes, but notas much as the other!” I panted out.

“Oh good!”She said making a fist around the scrotum so that only my right ballwas showing out. “I think we have to make it feel like itsbrother!” And then she proceeded to slap the living daylights outof my poor right testicle, and the tight scrotum around it.

I lost count ofhow many slaps and punches she gave it. All I remember is thecontinuous barrage of slaps, and blows, and my constant “oooohsss,ahhhhsss and ugggghhhhs!”

Then she tookeach of my testicles in each hand of hers and started to squeezehard. “Wow, I had no idea these could be so hard! And it lookslike you have never shaved them! Here let me help you!” And thenshe squeezed my scrotum hard, making it taut over my balls, then shestarted to pull each hair on it. I tried to stop her, she slapped myhand away and started to slap my balls again. “So what hurts more?This?” She gave my balls a few hard slaps, “or this?” Shepulled a few hairs off my tightly squeezed scrotum. “Well itdoesn't matter I have enjoyed doing both! But I think enough fun forone day!”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 101

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With that Samina got up and simply walked out of the room, leaving me moaning, panting, and cupping my balls, as I tried to nurse them into normalcy. Fortunately ballbusting was not something Samina enjoyed doing often, but I had several sessions a year. I will only share the more memorable ones, ones that I think the audience will enjoy hearing about. And one of them, was....well... lets just say it was shocking to say the least, and it took place just about a year later!

After that one ballbusting session we went into a hiatus of sorts. Well actually it life that forced us into one. Firstly I had to travel a fair bit for business. Samina made another trip to Pakistan, and then on her return started to supervise some additions and improvements to our home. The basement was incomplete when we had bought the place and Samina wanted to have that completed along with getting the kitchen and bathrooms updated. So that occupied her completely. And sorry to report, she did not get it on with the workers. All she wanted them to do, was a great job on our house, nothing else! Well all the work was done to her total satisfaction by the time I returned.

The holiday season was upon us and as usual there were parties galore. First one at Samina's company, then several others, and finally one at my company. At that party, Samina, and I shared a table with Bernie and his wife, Babs. It had to be the lowest status table in the whole banquet hall. We were in a dark corner, across the room from the executive table, right by an exit. Samina and I sat facing the wall. Bernie and Babs at least were facing the room and could see what was going on. About the only good thing about the table was that we were so far away from the band that we could actually hold a conversation.


"Don't count on that Senior Directors job," Bernie was saying. "Vikas has it locked up."


"Vikas." Samina literally spat the word out. "I hate that man." Samina had developed an instant dislike for Vikas when she had first met him a while back. I was not sure why, but he really seemed to push all the wrong buttons with Samina. Which was fine with me, if she had liked him, well who knows how far she would have let her liking take her, and I did not relish the thought of a work colleague, a rival at that, knowing about my status in our marriage!

I nudged her with my leg and caught her eye in a silent warning. I was afraid she would make an indiscreet comment. Earlier when we found out our seating assignments, I had warned her that Bernie was solidly in Vikas's camp. Anything we said that was out of line would be reported to senior management. One mistake and any chance I had for the promotion would be gone

"Oh, Vikas's not so bad," Babs said. "He got Bernie a nice raise last year." He should have, I thought. Bernie had taken the heat for Vikas's screw up on a huge job -- a job I should have had, and could have done right.

Bernie smiled at Babs remark. "Robert and Vikas are old rivals, Honey. Whoever gets the Senior Directors job will be able to push our technology to a new level. And get a nice promotion."

That was the problem -- technology. Vikas was a politician. All he wanted was the promotion. He couldn't design, and his management style sucked. If he got the job, there wouldn't be any new technology, just a mess! I was actually worried about that. Now, a word on Vikas, he is a real chameleon, able to change colors depending on the company he was in. He had a real gift for making the bosses feel important, acting subservient, and agreeing with everything, without looking obsequeious or unctuous. In fact looking intelligent doing it. He used that fact that he was of Indian descent, to his advantage, playing on the stereotype that was generally associated with Indians i.e that they must be good with technology. Vikas read just enough to know a few buzz words, which he dropped judiciously in any conversation with the big bosses to make it appear that he really knew his stuff. He was lucky that the big bosses never seemed to dig deeper. With his subordinates he was the hard assed boss, who had them do everything, only to take credit for every success and pass on every failure as their fault. The bosses loved him, the subordinates hated him. And he had made his way up the corporate ladder that way.


Those of us who were his colleagues, at the same level as him, knew him to be a total moron technologically speaking, he knew little. The thought of having him as my boss, really gave me the creeps. Besides he and I had this rivalry going in the company for a while now. But I had enjoyed my successes based on hard work, and making sure that the right people on my team got the credit, and taking their failures my own. The result was that my bosses felt I was not as brilliant as Vikas, even when my team loved me.



The light darkened even more as someone approached the table. It was Vikas. "Merry Christmas, Bernie," he said as he shook Bernie's hand. "Babs, how nice to see you again." But instead of shaking her hand, he brought it up to his lips.


I would have felt corny doing something like that, but Vikas could get away with it. He was a tall Indian man that kept in good shape. And he was so immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that he looked like an exec. Probably that was why he was sitting near them. That was not a good sign! I wondered if the execs had already decided to promote him and the seating near them was just an unofficial signal.

But I wasn't fooled, when he bent over Babs' hand, I saw him checking out her cleavage. “Omer" he said as he extended his hand. "Having a good time, I hope."


I smiled as we shook. "Yeah, good party.” “I am so glad you brought along Samina!” Vikas smiled at my wife, not bothering to hide looking her over.



I had to smile back at him and nod appreciatively at his backhanded politeness. That was the thing. You had to be polite, even in the lower levels of management. And especially when your rival is kissing your wife's hand and making it obvious that he is looking down her dress.


"A pleasure," he said to Samina then looked over to Babs. "Bernie, you have to let me dance with Babs."


After he led her away, Samina leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Did you see the way he looked at me. I wondered for a moment if I was naked."


"He's just trying to get me mad so I'll do something stupid."


Samina looked at me with an amused smile then nudged me then and nodded over to Bernie. He was oblivious to us. Instead he stared rather anxiously at the dance floor. Well, I thought, I'd be worried too if Vikas had my wife.

A few minutes later Bernie's smile signaled the return of Vikas and Babs. "Omer," Vikas said, "I would love a dance with Samina too."

"Sure, just remember where you got her." I said softly. The fact was there was not much I could do to stop him. It was normal at these parties for men to dance with the wives or husbands of other employees. My turn to worry. But fortunately, Bernie took Babs for a dance too, leaving me all alone so I was able to turn around and watch without, I hoped, looking like a nervous husband. I had a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. The moment Vikas had walked over and kissed Samina's hand, I had seen a fleeting look in her eyes. One which I did not like. Her intense dislike of Vikas seemed to have been vanishing!


However, I should have stayed facing the wall. It was a slow dance and Vikas kept Samina at the edge of the floor where I could see them. He did it deliberately too because I saw him glance over at me, and when he saw me watching, he tried to pull her close. I swear I thought I saw him wink at me! The bastard.

At first Samina resisted but as he turned her, she too saw me watching. That was my big mistake because teasing me is Samina's favorite game. She let him pull her close, and on the next turn Vikas smirked at me as his hand drifted down onto Samina's ass. She lifted his hand back up to her waist, but she was still smiling when he turned her enough so that she could again look at me. After that, the two of them really got into the game, taking turns watching me and getting increasing bold with every turn. On the next turn, Vikas watched me as he put his hand back on her ass. Samina left it there which encouraged Vikas to get even bolder. He moved her around so they were dancing in a half open position, with one boob against his chest and the other out a little way from him. Since they were dancing almost side by side, they both watched me on the next turn as Vikas put his paw on her breast.

When Samina starts a game, she plays hard. For the rest of the dance, she let Vikas openly fondle her boob and rub her ass while they both laughed at me. I didn't know what to think. It was humiliating, to say the least!. Yet it was exciting too! The only thing that saved us from a major scandal at the company, was that Vikas seemed to have enough sense to only make his moves on the part of the turns where I was the only one who could see. Nonetheless, I was relieved when the dance ended and they returned to the table. Eventually someone had to notice.

"I'll get the next round," Vikas announced as he seated Samina. "What's everyone drinking?" However, Bernie and Babs excused themselves, saying that it was late and that they had to get the baby-sitter home.


So after Vikas left to fetch the drinks, Samina and I were left sitting alone. Samina slipped her hand under the table and felt my crotch. She laughed at my discomfort, “well sweetie, I think these must have recovered by now!”


"Damn, Samina," I said. "How do you expect me to compete with a man that's had his hands all over my wife?"


She gave me a quick kiss. "Relax. We've done more than this with friends. Just think about how much fun you'll have later!”


I wondered what she meant by that. Asking her would have been pointless, as she would just have told me to be patient and watch. Besides, Vikas had returned with our drinks.

"Here we go." Vikas's return interrupted our conversation. He sat the drinks down and pulled Bernie's chair around so he could sit next to Samina. Immediately one arm went around her, and as he leaned forward to speak to me, he used his free hand to start fondling her breast again. "So Omer, nice wife you have. I really like these boobs." The cheeky bastard!


And Samina didn't make it any easier -- under the table, she tightened her hand around my balls. It sent a thrill through me as I stared at his hand. It was cupped around her boob while he rubbed at her nipple with his thumb. I glanced up to see them both grinning at me, waiting to see what I would do. I had to speak up. "That's my wife you've got your hands on." I stammered, trying to get some control of the situation.



"Yes, but we all know you're not going to make a scene. Are you?"

"Well no... But take it easy. Neither of us can afford a scandal." I really hoped no one could see or hear us.

"You worry too much. Let's have some fun." He leaned Samina forward to unzip her dress and unhooked her bra. Then he sat her back and slipped the dress and bra straps over her shoulder and made her slip her arms from the sleeves. As the material fell to her lap, he pulled her face to his. They kissed while his hand roamed over the bare flesh of her boobs.


I was shocked to say the least, not only at Vikas's brazeness, but also the fact that Samina had so easily let him do it, nary a word of protest, or even a half-hearted attempt to stop him. Samina had become a brazen slut herself, and did not seem to care anymore. Damn. He had my wife half naked in public. But we were okay. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that no one was staring at us. Besides we were seated in corner or a poorly lit room. I believe the lighting is called soft lighting. And Samina's body was shielded from view by her coat dbangd over the back of her chair. But this was dangerous as hell. If anyone bothered to look they would see them kissing. And if anyone came over, we were dead.


"Damn, Vikas, you're going to get us fired." I tried to make them see reason. He broke of the kiss to look at me as he thought it over.

"Okay," he said. "Let's take her up to my room." Vikas had rented a room at the hotel for the night, no doubt quite sure that he would be scoring with someone woman at the ball. So best to be prepared.

"No way!" Playing around was one thing, but if he got her up to his room, he would fuck her for sure.



"Up to you," he said. He pushed Samina's dress, panties, and panty hose down off her hips and past her knees, then helped her extract her feet. The clothing went into my lap to deal with as he leaned her back into the seat. Except for her shoes and jewelry, Samina was completely naked and she giggled. This time as they kissed, he spread her out, putting one leg across mine and the other across his. I could see his hand snake down to her pussy and felt her stiffen as he slipped a finger into her. I was torn between fear of getting caught and fear of what would happen in his room. Fear of getting caught won out.


"Okay," I said. "You win. Let's take her to your room." I felt that no matter what I said or did, Samina and Vikas were going to end in bed, so we might as well move to his room sooner, rather than later, before someone even got a hint of what was going on.

"All right," he said. "Be a good boy and I'll let you watch me fuck her."

"No way you're not...." I started to say ,but when I looked at Samina, her head was slightly back, her mouth half open with passion. Damn, I thought, she was actually going to let him do it. What happened to all her hate and dislike of Vikas? But I would have to deal with that later. For now, I had to get her out of here. "Come on," I said. "You can have plenty of fun without fucking her. Let's get her clothes on."


Vikas overruled me. "I want her naked. We'll just put her coat on." His voice was full of a confidence that implied he knew of my status as Samina's husband. I was sure Samina had told him a few things while they were dancing, there really was no other explanation of why he was behaving so flagrently confident and cocky. He knew I really had no say in the matter. At least he had agreed to move. So while he helped Samina get her arms into the coat sleeves, I folded up her clothes. Then they stood up and walked out with their arms around each other while I tailed along behind them. The coat was too short. It barely covered her ass. And it didn't help that Vikas pulled it up a little with the arm he had around her waist. I could see several of the waiters, staring at her exposed ass cheek as we left.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 101 part II

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Samina did not care that her lovely ass was on display to the help. In the elevator, Vikas stood behind Samina, opened her coat, and cupped her boobs with both hands. Then he pulled the coat down over her shoulders and let it drop down her arms. She let it fall to the floor and stood there naked before me with Vikas behind her, one hand playing with her tits, the other rubbing her pussy. But they didn't kiss -- they were too busy grinning at me as I watched them. I almost wanted to point out that elevators have camera's but it was quite clear that the lovers were well past caring. When the elevator door opened, Vikas and Samina just stepped out, leaving the coat on the floor. I quickly bent over to pick it up and hurried after them. On the way out, I bumped into a fat guy backing into the elevator door. I don't think he even noticed me. He was too focused on watching Vikas's hand caress Samina's naked behind as they walked down the hall.

When we stepped into Vikas's room,Samina began laughing. "Did you see that guy's eyes. I always thought that bit about them popping out of someone's head was just and expression."


I laughed too. "You should have seen me trying to get out of the elevator. I think he was glued to the floor."


"There is some bourbon and ice on the table, Omer," Vikas said. "Fix us a drink."


"Yes sir. Coming right up." That caught Samina's attention. She laughed again -- at me this time -- and turned to Vikas. "What about me, boss man? What do you want me to do?"


"You can entertain me," Vikas said as he hung up his coat. He turned to face her and began undoing his tie. "Jump up and down and let me see your tits bounce."


Samina laughed, did as she was told. She kicked off her shoes and stood naked in the middle of the floor bouncing up and down for Vikas. Her boobs were too firm to flop around much but they did have a nice jiggle to them. And I especially liked the way she watched me the whole time. This was turning out to be one of the best tease she had ever done. Vikas was having fun too.


When I offered him his drink he took it from me and said, "Get your clothes off Omer."


I was not quite in the mood to comply. Then he sat down naked in a chair and told Samina, "Come here. Bend over and shake your tits from side to side for me." As Samina leaned over, her boobs hung down so that she could shake them for Vikas. She started off slow, letting them swing from side to side, then built up speed until they were really shaking. This time, though, she wasn't watching me. She was too busy checking out Vikas's big old dong as it stretched half hard across his leg.

"You like what you see?" Vikas asked her.


"It's enormous." And it was.


Either Samina is the luckiest woman in the world when it comes to having well-hung Indian lovers, or this whole thing about Indian men having small cocks is huge lie perpetrated by men who know they cannot compete.

"You can kiss it," he told her.

"What?” I said, this was going too far, I had to stop them fucking. I knew that if Vikas ever fucked her, he would never let me hear the end of it, and I was pretty sure that he would be more than happy to spread the word into a few well-chose ears as well.

"So you're going to renege?" Vikas asked. "You did say and I could have fun as long as I didn't fuck her. Didn't you?"

Damn. I couldn't remember exactly what I had said, so I had to concede the point. I mean it was not like he was really fucking her. Besides by making it look like I was giving Samina permission to proceed at least I could preserve the appearance that I was the one making the decisions. Though of course all present in the room knew that the only person there complete disempowered was I! I think Vikas liked teasing me, his asking for permission was more like a taunt really.



"So the rules are," Samina asked laughingly, "he gets to do anything he wants with your wife, except fuck her. Is that right?"


I nodded. "Right."


"Okay." She laughed again and reached for Vikas's cock.


But he stopped her. "No hands. Just your lips and tongue." That's another thing about Samina -- she likes a good challenge. She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward until her lips met Vikas's cock. She kissed it a few times then ran her tongue down its length. Then she moved back to its head and tried to get it into her mouth. That was a challenge. The big bulb at the end of his cock seemed too big for her mouth. But she kept at it, using her tongue to position it against his leg and stretching her lips over it. Finally she sucked it in and searched for me with a look of triumph.


When she found me naked on my knees next to them, she let her eyes scan down my body to my crotch where my hand was busy stroking my soft cock. It must be hard to giggle with a cock in your mouth, but she did, at my impotence no doubt! As always I hated the potent, hard, cock that hung on Samina's lover.


I wondered if Samina had told him about my own manhood issues, so far Vikas had not mentioned anything, and he did not seem to care that I was still soft, despite all the stroking and tugging I had done. I guess the sight of me getting off on watching her suck a big cock spurred her on because she kept watching me out of the corner of her eyes as she slowly started working Vikas's cock deeper into her mouth.


It didn't help her that his cock was growing as it hardened. But the way she was bent over at the waist with her head up served to straighten out her throat. Several times she gagged, but she would just pull out a little then go at it again. Eventually she worked her lips all the way down to his pubic hair. Once she had gotten it all the way in, she slowly pulled away until it was almost out of her mouth, then began sliding it back into her. She did this several times and I could actually see her throat expanding and contracting with the bulk of his cock as she slid it in and out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 102

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"On your knees," Vikas ordered her as he stood up.

Samina sank to her knees and started using her hands to stroke his cock as she sucked on its head. My position on my knees next to her gave me a great view of the action."Okay, now kiss your husband," Vikas ordered.

She kept one hand on his cock as she turned to kiss me. Our first little kiss was tentative, just a little peck. But it wasn't gross like I expected, so I didn't pull away. We both opened our mouths and explored each others lips. It was an exciting experience -- her lips were warm from the heat of Vikas's cock.

I wondered if that was what they meant when they said a girl had 'hot lips.' I heard Vikas giggled and it was humiliating. I realized that it was possible Samina would have me clean up after he had fucked her, and I was sure he would find that hilarious. More ammunition to use against me! Damn, why was Samina doing this?

Vikas pulled Samina to her feet and pushed her onto her back on the bed. Then he knelt on the floor, pulled her towards him until her ass was on the edge of the bed, and began rubbing his cock on her pussy.

"Hey," I complained. "No fucking, remember." The pretense of me being in charge was still continuing!

"I remember," he said. "But it's not really fucking if I just slip my dick into her."

"Yes," Samina said. She was getting too hot to smile, but I could tell that she was still teasing me. "Let him do it. I want to feel what's like to have a really big, hard cock in me."

"Okay, but you can't fuck her."

He pushed the head of his cock into her and began pumping away, trying to force his cock deeper into her.

"Damn," I protested. "You're not supposed to fuck her."

"Relax. It'll hurt her if I just push in with one stroke." He was pushing his cock a little ways into her then pulling almost all the way out before pushing in again. With each stroke his cock did go a little deeper, but I could tell that he was holding back, moving real slow and not pushing as hard as he could so that he could prolong the action.

It was hard to take my eyes off the sight of a big, uncut, dark cock working its way into my wife's pussy, but did glance up once to see Samina watching me. "God, it's big," she said. "It feels so fucking good. I love big cock!"

I looked back down to see that Vikas had bottomed out. He was still using long strokes to pull nearly out then sliding in until their pelvic bones met. "Hey. Stop," I said. "We had a deal that you wouldn't fuck my wife. It's enough that I let you put your cock in her." I sputtered, part of me really did want it to stop.

"Take it easy," Vikas said. "It isn't a real fuck unless I cum in her." He laughed, again the taunt!

I looked at Samina, but she was out of it. Her head was back, mouth open, and eyes glazed over as she reveled in the feel of a really big cock fucking her.

I gave in. "Okay.” I said softly.

"Shit," Vikas said. I wasn't sure what he meant, but I let it go so that I could concentrate on watching him fuck my wife. Gradually his strokes got shorter and faster, and his breathing became more labored.

Samina began bucking back at him, trying to help him fuck her. And her eyes were now focused on me, but she was too gone with passion to grin at me. This was no longer a tease -- it was a fuck. Big surprise!

"This is your lucky day, Omer," Vikas said between gasps for breath. He was fucking furiously now. "Not only do you get to watch me fuck your wife, you get to watch me knock her up." See he did not know that Samina was on the pill, and I did not disabuse him of his mistaken notion.

Shit. But too late. Vikas bucked and groaned as he shot his sperm into my wife's bare pussy. I could see his ass cheeks clinching and his body jerking as he unloaded shot after shot into her. At the same time Samina let out scream or orgasm, she was cumming too!

Finally he stopped moving as he knelt there with his cock still in my wife while he worked to catch his breath. After a few moments he looked around to see me on my knees next to him stroking my fully erect cock.

"Okay, man," he said as he moved away. "Your turn."

I did not know what to do. Did he expect me to fuck her? Could he not see I was limper than a wet noodle? Samina solved my dilemma by spreading her legs out even more and tell me, “oh Omer I sure could use your tongue right now!”

And Vikas laughed. I looked down and her pussy. It was red and swollen and cum had starrted dipping out of it. "You kidding?"

"Please," she asked. Her face was flushed and serious looking. "Make me cum."

"Shit." At first, I didn't think I could do it, but when I leaned down close I caught the odor of his cum. What a turn on -- I loved the smell of it. And when I put my lips to her pussy I found that the taste was like all the others I had cleaned up. As always, when I sucked on her clit the cum came into my mouth in big stringy globs and sort of slithered down my throat. That was hard to take. But she started moaning and bucking.

"Oh yes. Yes. Suck Vikas's cum out of your slut wife's cunt." I could hear Vikas laughing in the background.

She moaned then and her body shuttered so I knew she had cum. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and moved back into position to fuck her, but she slid away from me up onto the center of the bed.

"No," she said. "Come here and lay down beside me. You too, Vikas."

We lay down on either side of her and she rolled over to face Vikas and began kissing him.

"Hey, what about me?" I asked. She rolled over on top of Vikas and kissed him again before looking at me. She was still breathing heavy, but I could see her smile start to return as she said, "I want you to watch, while I neck with Vikas."

So I laid there beside them and caressed her inner thighs, as she likes. After a while, she sat up straddling Vikas so that he could fondle her tits while she watched me. Vikas, who had been silent while he rested, spoke up. "So you like getting fucked in front of your husband," he asked.

"Yes," she said then added. "You asshole, you probably knocked me up." Samina laughed, enjoying lying to Vikas, knowing that is what he wanted to hear.

"So?"

"Well," my wife said as she grinned at me. "I do want a family some day. And Omer can't cum in me. So maybe we can fuck some more in the future?" Well they didn't in the future, but they did, three more times that night, and I had the honor of swallowing their mixed juices each time!

Actually things worked out pretty good for us. I got the promotion and for a while Vikas worked for me, he was wise enough to keep the events of that night to himself, and Samina made it clear to him that she was not interested in sleeping with him anymore. In time he moved on to other conquests, and eventually changed jobs and moved to Europe.

We lost track oh him them. In fact Samina told me later that while they were dancing he had told her that the bosses had decided to promote me over him and that the announcement would be made early in the new year, he had been notified as a courtesy. That was when she decided that she would let him fuck her, a sort of consolation prize, and it helped that she was totally taken in by his dark good looks, irreverant attitude, and dominant, take charge personality. And on top of that Samina admitted that knowing she was being fucked by a rival of mine, giving herself to him willingly, added a real thrill to her!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 103

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Shortly after Samina's encounter with Vikas, we decided to take a vacation to Australia. We had long wanted to visit the land down under and this seemed as a good a time as any, both of us had been working quite hard and felt that it was time for a well-earned vacation. A few weeks before we left Samina was reading a booklet on what was available in the different areas when I noticed it described a remote nudist beach near the first place we would be staying. You had to have a four wheel drive or be prepared to hike for half an hour to get to it. She mentioned the beach to me nd said it might be fun to go and give it a try. For obvious reasons, I wasn’t keen but she seemed determined, and I really had no choice but to relent. I think in my mind the programming had become such, that saying no to Samina was now impossible! subconsciously, my instinctive reaction to anything she wanted, was an instantaneous yes!

Eventually we reached Australia, and the day arrived when we drove to a nearby spot and parked our car then hiked along one almost deserted beach, over a rocky headland before coming to the nudist beach which must have been a mile long, exposed to the ocean and with a deep stretch of high sand dunes backing it. I do not have to tell you how nervous I was! Samina on the other hand was excited and giggling, like a college girl! She had come a long way from Pakistan!

There were probably about twenty people at the end we came out at, all nude with ages ranging from their twenties to their sixties. At the opposite end of the
beach I could see more people and four wheel drives. Because this was our first time there, we decided to walk a few hundred yards up the beach and go a few yards into the sand dunes and observe the scene before wading in.

We found what I thought was a good spot, in a dip between some high dunes but still high enough so we could look down on the beach. Laughing and very red
faced we stripped and lay down on an old sheet I had brought for the purpose. Not much happened, a few people walked along the beach so I had the pleasure of gawking at some women with plenty of nice wobbly bits but that was about it. Not much for Samina to see thus far.

I gave Samina a nice long sunscreen massage, that had her purring in pleasure. She always loved my massages, and then I heard her snoring gently, the warm
sunlight and the massage too much for her. So I stopped what I was doing and lay down next to her. After about half an hour I was sitting looking down on the beach with Samina lying on her back beside me. She was facing away from the beach and had her hat over her face to protect it from the sun. I was lightly stroking her breasts and wondering if I could manage to persuade her to touch me for a bit. Hey let me tell you, impotent I may be, that did not mean that I did now enjoy Samina touching it! Alas no such luck, she was not interested in the least! In fact she snatched her hand away, when I tried to place it on my limp penis. So I contented myself by lightly stroking her abdomen, occasionally ticking her mons.

So I sighed, and when I turned and realised there was a man standing on top of a high dune about thirty yards to the side of us. He was looking down at the beach and out at the ocean but every fifteen or twenty seconds he would turn and look down on us. He must have been about sixty five years old, was almost bald, and he had spent a lot of time on the beach because his skin was a dark reddish brown and looked tough and dry. He was about six foot tall and and he had a towel tied around his waist but you could see his stomach wasn’t that much smaller than his barrel chest. The rest of him looked the same, thick neck, solid arms and legs that made mine look puny. A real tree trunk of a guy.

I must have paused in my stroking because Samina lifted the hat, looked at me, and asked what was wrong. I managed to croak about an old man standing on top of a nearby dune watching us. She gave me a strange look then shut her eyes and put the hat over her face again. When I asked why she had shut her eyes she said that if she couldn’t see him, he wasn’t there. There was a long pause then her hand came up and touched my chest. She told me that my heart was racing. I didn’t know what to say so I kept silent. I liked the guy being there. Eventually she pushed my hand away from her stomach. I thought she was going to tell me to ignore him but she surprised me by saying that if I wanted, I could tell her what he was doing. She would listen but she wouldn’t look. She was there to relax and did not want to bother looking up trying to locate this mysterious man.

I think she meant that if he wanted to get a closer look at her, he would have to make the effort, she was not going to bother! iI went back to stroking her breasts but I gradually began to make more of a show of it. I moved them around a bit, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. It must have been obvious to Samina what I was doing but she didn’t say anything and the fact that her nipples were rock hard encouraged me to continue. I now ignored the beach, alternately looking down at Samina’s breasts and up at the man on the sand dune. There was no pretence of him looking out at the ocean now, he had turned to face us and was staring across and down at us. I wasn’t sure what I should do or even what I wanted. The truth is I was way out of my depth and I knew it. Samina and the guy were probably more relaxed than I was. Not knowing what to do, I kept stroking her breasts and extended some of the strokes down on to her stomach and legs. The fact that this man was enjoying watching my naked wife, as I played with her breasts, was exciting to say the least. I just love it when men gawk at Samina. But at the same time I always felt a little uneasy, or uncomfortable showing her off. I guess knowing that she was pretty much available to any guy who caught her fancy was enough.

He must have been enjoying the show because after a few minutes he untied the towel from his waist and dbangd it over his shoulders. After a while of watching us and occasionally touching his penis he turned side on so I could see him outlined against the sky. His penis hadn’t seemed that big until then, but side on it looked huge as it hung down under his belly, twitching as it started to come erect. The man stared at me as he used his hand to play with it and make it bigger. I got the feeling this was some sort of challenge thing, and that he really expected me to be showing off my own cock, but as it was, in its permanently limp condition, it was no match. All I could do was continue stroking Samina’s breasts as I stared at his erection and related what I was seeing to Samina.

I remember Samina, with her hat still over her face, putting her hand on my chest again as I described his twitching cock. She told me that my heart was racing and I should calm down if I didn’t want a heart attack. It might seem strange but the excitement was so intense that my penis had shrunk ever more! I was down to about three quarters of an inch and it looked more like an oversized clitoris than a cock.

Well Samina had not come to beach with the intent of having sex, in fact as we were leaving the hotel, she had said how much she was looking forward to just relaxing under the sun. But, as she hadn’t objected to me telling her about him taking off his towel and describing his cock to her, I assumed she wanted things to continue so I moved my stroking beyond her breasts. This gave the man confidence and he slowly moved closer until after about ten minutes he was sitting about six feet away from Samina’s feet and staring between her open legs as I slid a finger in and out of her wet pussy. His cock, which he was slowly stroking, was a deep red color and was covered in big prominent veins. It was pointed at the head and widened to a very thick base with a pair of large testicles hanging below it and must have been between close to eight inches long. To me, it looked almost evil.

You know I have seen many cocks that have fucked Samina, but never had chance to really study them, you know really examine all of them, see them for what they were. But watching the old man play with himself openly, gave me just such an opportunity. I never realised just how powerful looking a big cock could be. Until Samina told me otherwise, I had always believed the saying that size didn’t matter but looking all those cocks pleasuring Samina, and this one up close, just standing there, simply drove home the simple, basic fact that big cocks are powerful and us small cocked men could never possibly compete! Even if we could get hard. Truly, if you’ve got a nice big, thick cock, and can maintain an erection, you are indeed very lucky my friend, I hope you can appreciate how kind mother nature has been to you!

I got a real shock when I looked at this guy’s cock and balls and realized they were well above what would be considered normal size and that this was what Samina was used to by now. I had a sinking feeling that although she had never said so, Samina really had no intention of ever taking me off the impotence causing medication. For the first time I understood that I had been deluding myself thinking that one day my own cock would once again feel the soft, velvety, warmth of my wife's pussy. My cock was tiny, my balls nothing more than a bit of wrinkled skin and compared to the men Samina had been with I had absolutely no control. I usually came as soon as I put it in. Only a “weenie” can understand the humiliation I felt. The first time you understand that you can be great at everything else but that you will never be able to satisfy a woman and there isn’t a single thing you can do about it. One would have thought that by now this lesson would have sunk in me, but no it had not, at least not as clearly as it did, when I sat there watching the old man pleasure himself while staring at Samina. Up to that point, I don't think I had ever felt as emasculated, as I did at that moment. I was almost ashamed of being a man!

I suppose it was inevitable that the guy would eventually take over. He was sitting listening to me giving Samina a detailed description of how he was stroking
his cock and how he could see between her raised and opened knees, how he was watching my finger slide in and out of her wet slit. The fact that Samina had not removed the hat so she could pretend it wasn't happening probably added to it all. She wasn’t saying yes to him directly, but her legs were spread and he could see how wet she was. My voice was hoarse and cracked, I was so excited and scared. I was close to tears at the realisation of how much I wanted to be like this old man, to fuck my very own wife and how her wet slit was proof she wanted me, and not him ! I remember the arrogant look he gave me, how he looked at my small, soft cock. My small and wrinkled ball sac looked like a set of pussy lips and my penis an oversized clit.

He still hadn’t spoken and without even asking me for permission, he moved to Samina’s other side and started stroking her breasts and legs. The reality was,
here was my lovely wife lying with her legs wide open, showing her wet pussy to a man twice her age. She still had the hat over her face but I had given her a good description of him so she knew he was probably older than her own father but it didn’t seem to reduce her excitement. Me, you ask? Well, I was caught in such a mixture of fear, excitement and humiliation that in my own way I was as wet and willing as she was.

When he started stroking her she lifted the hat from her face but kept her eyes shut. It sounds weird but I was still telling her what was happening and the scene I was now describing was me kneeling off to one side like a good little servant while he was looking down at her as he rubbed his cock against one of her nipples.

After a few minutes of him rubbing his hand over her wet pussy she opened her eyes. She smiled up at him as she opened her legs wider and put one hand on his
cock. It was an unbelievable sight! My darling acting wife lying back fondling an old man’s cock, a guy who was at least twice her age and maybe thirty years older than me. At one stage she stretched her other hand out to my cock only to discover it had retreated inside me. She gave me a sort of disappointed, resigned look before she used the hand to caress his balls while she squeezed and pulled his erection with her other hand. The feeling of humiliation, of total and utter surrender, was unbelievable. Within a period of twenty minutes and with very few words spoken I had realized that far from being a normal husband, I really had no power, no rights, nothing. And both Samina and this old man knew it. And it felt so natural! This was the Few people will understand, I knew was born for the role. I mean I had long known I was botn to be a cuckold, and that what Samina had been doing was only right and proper, but today for the first time I realized that I was nothing more than a eunuch, where sexual right were concerned! The illusion of me having any sexual rights had been shattered into a million pieces and that was that.

The man stood, brushed the sand off his legs then moved around and kneeled astride her head so his cock and balls were above her face. She held his erection in one hand while she kissed and licked his balls, something she had never done for me of course, but then you already know that from reading the story so far. He leaned forward and she used the opportunity to move his cock to her mouth and started sucking greedily. He remained still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sensation while he used a hand on her pussy before he leaned even further forward and put his head between her legs. Because my view was blocked I moved around a little so I could see what she was doing.

Because he was so far forward she could no longer get his cock in her mouth and was now kissing and licking the ridge of skin behind his balls. Her eyes were closed and her hands were alternately stroking and gripping the backs of his thighs and his ass. The guy managed to edge forward another couple of inches and I wondered whether it was her pussy or her ass he was licking. Both of them were moaning and groaning and fondling each other in a way I couldn’t believe. Yet for Samina it was a normal reaction, only this time it seemed more intense.

Samina had lost all control , and she shook with the occasional spasm. Her tongue was very close to his anus and from the way he was moving his body it was clear he was trying to get her to tongue it. He gave another little shuffle and I turned away and looked at the beach as her tongue and mouth moved towards it. It wasn’t that I found it disgusting, he’d obviously been in the sea a few times so he would have been perfectly clean if a little salty and I was sure a tongue on an anus would feel good. The reason I refused to watch was my humiliation. An old man who hadn’t spoken a word so far was using my wife as his slut in only twenty minutes. In all our years or marriage, and I hadn’t got her anywhere close to the ecstasy she was in. I felt smaller and smaller!

After a couple of minutes the inevitable happened and he moved, positioning himself between her raised knees. He rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit and it looked evil. It was a dark crimson, purple colour and was shaped like a spike, pointed but very thick at the base. The veins were all standing out and gave it a gnarled look. His ball sac was tight, emphasizing the size of his testicles and I thought of all the seed that must be stored there. He looked like a big old bull getting ready to impregnate a young cow.

I watched Samina put a hand down and grasp his cock, holding it to her pussy as he moved over her. I expected her to yell or scream as he lowered himself on
and into her, his cock was so big, but all she gave was a little grunt of joy as she took his weight. That was another shock. His cock was not the biggest Samina had ever taken, but it was big and its thickness seemed out of proportion to its length, but Samina took him in easily. He left it in her, and she had her arms and legs wrapped around the guy and looked as if she was sucking on his tongue. They stopped kissing for a moment and I heard her groaning and gasping as his big powerful ass slowly thrust his cock in and out of her. At one point the guy turned his head and stared at me. It was a real contemptuous look, not in the least friendly, and I shrivelled inside.

I was worried by the noise they were making and stood up to check no one was near but the closest people would have been a good two hundred yards away. When I squatted down again it was by their feet. The sight was incredible, and like always watching Samina get fucked never ceased to amaze me and feel love and happiness for her, she was in paradise, and I was glad that I was not stopping her from getting there! As a husband that was the least I could do for her!

His balls were squashed tight every time he thrust his big ass and by putting my head low I could see a couple of inches of his cock going in and out. From the sounds I guessed she was rolling from one orgasm to another. I could hear a wet squelching sound each time he withdrew. I had long ago discovered what a real man could do for Samina. I thanked my lucky stars that she was on the pill, or, I could end up as father of another man’s child.

Gradually the thrusting got deeper and faster and his breathing became rough and noisy. At one stage I thought he was going to have a heart attack (I thought I was going to have one myself) but his ass gave one final thrust and he held it there. I could see the little quivers he gave as he planted each spurt of cum deep
inside her. I remember looking down at my own cock but there was virtually nothing there. My stomach was hollow and I was shaking from the emotions but the excitement was all internal. That was the moment I had my first doubts about myself. I had lived my life thinking I was a man but this guy had shown I wasn’t anywhere close.

Although I was dominant in my normal, professional life, I was clearly the opposite when it came to sex. Wimp, sissy, submissive. I wouldn’t have believed it but that’s what I was, an impotent wimp, sissy! An asexual man, made so happily by his own wife! And on top of that, I had accepted it too!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 104

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I edged round so I could see their faces. Samina had her eyes closed and they were kissing, real tender, romantic stuff, and her hands were softly stroking his back. All of a sudden they both laughed. She grabbed his ass and pulled it to her and I guessed his cock was sliding out. They had one last long slow kiss and then he pushed himself up and off her. He stood there, his cock semi soft and glistening. I couldn’t help staring, even in that condition it was bigger than mine ever got. He looked down at me and laughed as he waggled it in front of my face. He said thanks to Samina, the first and only word he had spoken, picked up his towel and walked off.

Samina lay with her legs spread and her eyes shut for a minute. I could see a trace of his cum but the rest must have been deep inside her. His departure had broken the spell though and when she opened her eyes we both knew what she wanted, and I enthusiastically dove between her legs. The lips were dark red and swollen, almost bruised, and her hole gaped. I proceeded to clean up as much as I could, her soft panting moans driving me on! At least this was one sexual task I could do well.

I was just done, when Samina suggested a dip in the ocean and I agreed. When we were knee deep she spread her legs and used a hand to spread her pussy lips so she could scoop water onto it.

In bed later that night, lying quietly stroking each other we discussed what had happened on the beach. She explained that by keeping her eyes shut she could try and pretend that it was a fantasy she was making up. Although she hadn’t seen him until he was rubbing her breasts and she had opened her eyes, she could tell it was real. She said that my voice was cracking with emotion and when she put her hand on my chest she really had worried about me having a heart attack, my pulse rate was so high. It was the fact I was so excited that made her decide not to try and stop it.

She said that by the time he touched her breasts she was so turned on that it didn’t matter what he looked like and that when she opened her eyes and found a big old man with a such a hard cock it was actually more exciting than if he had been younger and more attractive. From the moment she saw him she knew he was going to use her, she could see it in his face. The fact that he was so big, both physically and sexually, made it seem natural for her to please him. She said that if she had met him anyplace else she would never have looked at him but I had done such a good job of slowly arousing her until she was wet and slippery that she was desperate to be fucked.

After a few minutes she told me she loved me more than anything in the world, and sexual encounter she had only that feeling. I think maybe she realized that I needed that reaffirmation. I almost blurted out the question that had been nagging me all day, but decided not to.

With Samina having been so honest about it all I admitted that I had been excited by the sight of him naked and by the size of his cock and had felt utterly helpless and unable to do or resist anything. I told her how I had wanted to kneel at his feet and lick his cock when I saw it come out of her, all wet and sticky. I said that it had been a shock as I had never thought of such a thing before but I couldn’t help it.

Even as I spoke I realised how it would have looked, the humiliation of me kneeling there, thanking the old man for satisfying Samina by licking him clean while Samina watched. The weird thing was that the submissive feelings and desires I had didn’t feel like they were just because of the size of my penis or that I was sexually inadequate, it was also like I had been born that way. Kneeling before another male felt like it would have been completely natural. Looking back I realise there is nothing I wouldn’t have done for him. Lick his ass, allow myself to be spanked, anything. I was a submissive, one who would automatically obey an alpha male, and I hadn’t known it. Fortunately at that time, Samina did not put me to the test or taking things quite as far as me licking a lovers cock, or kissing is ass. Wimp, sissy, impotent, cuckold, submissive masochist, whatever tag is applied doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it is truth!

Well it seemed that Samina was going through and old man phase. But it was not by choice. It just sort of happened. Not that Samina complained, it just did not happen by her choice or planning. After we returned from Australia Samina decided to take some classes in belly dancing. She was getting a bit tired of her current exercise routine and decided she needed to do something new for a bit.
It was perfect for her, with her eastern lightly tanned natural complexion, nice round breasts, broad hips and a flat belly, delightfully centred with a deep dark navel. I had been looking for a present for her for our wedding anniversary and came across an oriental goods shop. I went inside the dark and actually, quite dirty little shop to find an old man of middle eastern style sitting behind the counter.

The man wore a knitted cap, the kind any '. man from the middle east might wear and he had a long grey beard. He was actually quite unfriendly at first and asked me what I was looking for so I explained about my wife's belly dancing at which the rather crude and ugly old man became quite interested and started to grin and show me lots of clothes, belly-chains and such like.

He took a small box and showed that it was full of small silver coins. He took one and gave it to me. "Very rare," he grunted."For you wife's lovely little navel!"
I thanked him rather gingerly for the coin at which he laughed and informed me that it was a very rare and expensive coin and that I could only have it if I brought my wife to the shop in person so that she could see his wares for herself.
When I got home I told Samina about the shop and suggested that we went to have a look around. So it was that the very next day, Samina and I opened the door and entered the dirty little shop to the delight of the fat old man.

There sat the same ugly old man at the same dirty little desk, yet this time his eyes lit up when he saw who was with me. He had an odour of stale cigarettle smoke, and sweat about him. The whole shop seemed to be full of smell, it was bad, but fortunately not overpoweringly so, still I felt the lack of hygiene about the man.

Samina was wearing a short green pullover and a long, loose-fitting gypsy skirt, leaving her midriff bare.

The old man stood up and came around to us, shook my hand and put his arm around my wife, his grubby fingers pressing and feeling the soft brown flesh of my wife's exposed waist. "What can I do for this pretty lady?" asked the man.

"I want a dance costume" replied Samina

"What kind of dance?" questioned the man.

"Oriental dance..." answered my wife, at which the man grinned.

"What kind of dance?" he pressed.

"Belly dance..." said Samina shyly to the delight of the dirty old man.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, of course" said the man, "...belly, belly, belly!" he laughed.
He showed Samina to a changing room and pushed her inside, handing her a cheap looking costume to start with. When she came out, he looked at her very seriously. She had the dancing costume on - she looked beautiful...her perfectly proportioned breasts pushed up and thrust out and the belt on the bottom of the costume two inches below her navel.

"No...no...no!" grumbled the man, "This will not do at all...not at all..."

He walked over to us, roughly shoving me aside, and proceeded to push the bottom part of Samina's costume much, much lower....so low that the top tendrils of her neatly trimmed black carpet of pubic hair almost peeked out! "You must show the whole of your belly, you silly girl!" he snapped gruffly, adjusting her belt and getting his hands on the soft brown belly in the performance of this duty....the belly that was, until that moment, just there for my pleasure.

"Go on girl...." he grunted, "roll your nice little...belly...for me...show how you can dance!"

With that, Samina smiled wryly and slowly began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her.

"Very good! Very good...you have learned well my dear girl!" The old man said to Samina, slapping her playfully and lecherously on the bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room...."but you are not truly relaxed. Put your hands behind you head and let me massage your belly for you!"

Samina was still smiling, heck she had a sparkle in her eyes. I think she was having fun thinking she was teasing the old man. She followed the man's instructions and stood there with her hands behind her pretty head, breasts thrust out...soft belly curving in, then out, then in again beneath them. The old man began kneading and rubbing my wife's warm brown belly right in front of my eyes!

"Hmmmmmmmmm! What a nice soft belly you have my girl...and such a deep navel too!" he groaned, his grubby fat fingers playing with Samina's deep belly-button hole.

The man kept on rubbing and kneading the different sections of my wife's bare belly...he noticed a couple of stray hairs peeking out of the costume and tickled them! The impudent old man actually pulled the bottom of my wife's costume out and took a quick peek done at her pubes. But of course, I knew my place, stay quiet, unless Samina indicated otherwise. And at that moment she seemed to be anything close to upset, or mad at the ugly old man. So I decided to stand back and enjoy the show.

After a couple of minutes, the man stopped rubbing my wife's soft warm flesh and stared at her large breasts. "Nice titties you have my girl...like big soft melons!" said the rude old man, "and fine fat nipples too, I'll be bound! You must have a different top with your costume...one with coins to jingle when you shake....Take of your top now!"

My wife stared at him, open mouthed and then looked at me mischieviously.

"Don't look at him, you silly girl!" he snapped, "do as you are told and take of that top so that I can see your titties!" The old man thought she was looking at me for approval, when in fact all she was really doing was giving me the I-am-feeling-naughty look!

Samina sighed softly, and reached around behind her and undid the strap there, letting the bra fall to the floor. She straightened up and stood there, topless in the dimly lit shop...bare breasted and bare bellied in front of this horrible fat man.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, his hand seeming to rub a huge bulge in the front of his long white shirt. That seemed to be his penis, I thought, it reached up almost half way to his chest. Man could Samina pick them or what? I swear sometimes I wished she would be half as lucky when playing the lottery!

"Shake your titties for me so I can see what type of bra you will need!" the old man said, a wicked lascivious look plastered on his face.

Samina began to shake her shoulders, making her breasts wobble and bounce about like a pair of round jelly melons. I noticed a dark wet spot on the old man's long white shirt, way up above his paunch...right about at the point where the huge bulge ended. He took a coin-sown bra and walked over to my wife. He put the bra down for a second and took her breasts in his hands, rubbing, kneading and weighing the soft fleshy melons as if they were some tropical fruit and he was testing the ripeness.

"What nice melons you have my girl!" he said, "I bet they'll make a lot of milk for your children one day...fine sucking nipples"

There she stood, half naked in the dimly lit shop with this strange old fat man crushing her breasts in his hands. Suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide-eyed amazement on Samina's face. The man seemed to be undulating his big fat ass, as if his was dry fucking my wife.

After a few seconds, he stopped and turned around and what I saw amazed me to this very day. In front of his fat, hairy stomach was a long fat cock that looked more at home on a horse! It was fat and ugly and dribbling pre-seed in a long thick rope-like trail, dangling from the end. I looked over at Samina, and saw the same slimy clear wetness all over her sexy belly.

"Oh hi darling." she giggled at me, "I couldn't stop him...he was..." and then she laughed.

"What was he doing darling?" I asked jokingly. Hey I might as well enjoy myself a little too, and well the show thus far was not all that bad.

"He was...just... fucking my belly!" Samina laughed and looked at the large appendage sticking out of the old man's groin region.

Samina's willingness seemed to embolden the old man even more and by now as the man grew more demanding.

"Bend over my girl! he ordered "I am going to fuck you! I will plough your fertile field and maybe make a baby in your nice soft married belly!”

And then, to no ones amazement, Samina dropped the costume to the floor and stood there naked. She looked so erotic standing there naked before this ugly man. I loved her so much at that moment, knowing inside that she was about to take the seed of this horrible stranger. Samina looked at me...smiled...mouthed the words "I love you" and then went over to a table, her breasts and ass jiggling and her belly quivering, sucked in for the man.

"My my...what a nice, clean bush you have my girl!" he exclaimed.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 105

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She leaned over on the table and he went over to her.

The old man looked at me, then commenced to rub and massage all over Samina's naked body....breasts...belly...bottom...and the matted patch of her beautiful pubic carpet. He really revelled in the pleasure of her manicured slit.

"Now watch as I fuck your wife!" he snapped at me leering at me. His big fat cock must have been well over a nine inches in length and as thick as a beer can but it slipped into Samina's creamy vagina easily. Samina creams like crazy, so much so, that many of her lovers have remarked at the amount of cream she produces. I got a quick look at the old man's face, and I thought I saw a little surprise at the ease with which he slid into Samina.

"Come here and help him, you bloody impotent cuckold!" Samina suddenly taunted me, making the old man laugh out loud.

I walked over and took his cock in my hand...I could feel its blood-filled heat...I opened the lips of my wife's lovely little pussy and pushed about four inches of the monster cock into her...

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, "It's sooooo big and.....!"

The old man put his hands under her, on her belly, and suddenly thrust it in her completely, as it slipped out of my hand. Wow did a big cock feel different to hold! He then started to tease her by fucking her using slow, shallow strokes, and any time Samina tried to push herself against him, he would hold her away.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....no...no...please don't stop it!" she cried.

There she stood, bent over, the man's hands kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts, with about si inches of thick cock in her tight pussy and yet a fair bit of it remained outside! Three times, the man did the same thing, lifting Samina by the belly and grunting a couple of inches into her until...suddenly it all went in with no trouble at all, just as it hard when he had first shoved it in her. The man stood there embedded in my lovely Samina...his tongue hanging out like an animal...and he began to fuck her in ernest like the beast he was!

The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against Samina's round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his scrotum...huge and heavy and swollen with his dirty seed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...lovely titties...nice soft belly...hairy little cunt!" he moaned as he fucked Samina. She was moaning and crying out in pleasure too.

I took out my soft penis and began to rub it for all I was worth. The sound of fucking, and groaning and swearing filled the air! The man was roughly kneading her hanging breasts like bread dough as he fucked her. Suddenly, he started to feel his ejaculation on its way.

"Where to you want me to seed your silly little girl?" he grunted at me. For some reason, I didn't want him to cum inside her, even though she was on the pill, the thought of this disgusting, dirty, filthy old man spunking in my Samina, was just too much for me, besides I really did not relish the thought of cleaning her up after he was done.

"Please don't shoot inside her...please..." I pleaded, but he just laughed. It was Samina herself who answered."Cum inside me...please cum in my belly...give me you seed...shoot it in meeee! I want it!"

"Yes!" grunted the man, "it is as it should be...I will fuck you and fill your belly with my blessed seed!"

The man held my wife my the waist and grunted in extasy again and again as he poured his into her fertile womb...there was so much thick slimy semen being pumped into her that it squirted out a few times, landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.

I was pumping my own soft dick furiously, and by this time and my own semen dripped out onto the floor of his dirty shop...a pathetic few drops compared to his deluge!

The old man stopped thrusting and pulled back, his long fat slippery cock flopping softly down as it left my wife's manicured slit with an audible "plop", a long string of sperm hanging from the huge hole in the fat head of his massive cock.

Sperm was running out of my wife, and the old man told her to lay down and raise her knees so as not to lose any of his blessing. The man put his monster cock away and took me to the cash register, where he took an inflated price for the belly dancing costume...considering that he had just had the pleasure of fucking my wife!

Speechlessly, I paid and waited for Samina to recover enough to join me, and we left, the filthy old man's sperm still running down her thighs and legs. Yet, she seemed not in the least perturbed by it. And on top of that it turned out that the costume I had paid a hugely inflated price for, was never used! Samina stopped her belly dancing class, saying she was not cut out for that it. To this day it is hanging in her closet, still unworn!

At home, I thought I was safe and that Samina was probably going to let me off the hook and not ask me to clean her out, but alas no such luck. She rushed straight to the couch and lay down on it, panties off and legs spread out. When I pointed out that by now there was probably not much for me to clean, she said that did not matter, it was important to her that I do my job.

So I took a deep breath and took up my familiar position. A pungent aroma of her juices and sweat, mixed with the old man's cum and body odour filled my nostrils and I had to force myself to lick my wife. But once I started, I was determined to do as good a job as she was accustomed to. And I did. Well like I said there was not much to clean up, except a little drying cum, and that did not take long.

After the deed was done, I asked Samina why she so easily gave in to the old man. She simply said that she had in fact seen him a few times at the dance studio, and was initially repulsed by him, but later intrigued too. She thought he was good looking in a barbarian sort of way. He always smelt of cheap cigarette smoke, and she found his body odour a little intoxicating. Plus, rumor at the studio was that he had been fucking their instructor even though she was married! All in all, Samina wanted to experience the dirty man for herself, and she did. For the second straight time, she had been with old men, purely as an accident.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 106

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Well once again things got a little quiet. We got involved in getting the renovations on our house completed. Samina and I made a simple deal, she could have the basement done anyway she wanted, as long as I got to turn the room on top of the garage into a man cave and set up any way I liked. Samina was more than happy to go along with that.

Anyway, things were soon back to normal for us. And well this time Samina came up with a doozie! I mean I had no idea she was planning such a thing, but I guess she knew how to get her jollies and who was I to stop her? It really started when we were showering together, and Samina shaved off all my pubic hair off.

She told me that was the beginning of what should be a very fun day. She handed me an envelope and told me not to open it until I finished my workout at the gym. She said that I should open it in the locker room after my shower. I did my usual routine and showered, filled with excitement over what the envelope might hold. I must say it shocked me, but I did exactly as it said. Far be it for me to disobey my wife!

First, I watched a few men in the shower. When one that suited my needs came out, I approached him. I said, "Excuse me, sir, but may I speak to you for a moment?"

The man was still completely naked and I was wearing just a pair of underwear. I pulled out a piece of paper and read aloud to the man:
"My name is Omer and my wife has sent me hear this morning on a mission. I have been watching you in the shower, checking out the size of your cock."

The man looked at me very oddly and took a step back. I stopped him, and with a dry mouth continued, "My wife, Samina, has told me that my cock is too useless to satisfy her and I am here to find a real man that can fill her pussy up and satisfy her in bed for once. I only have a boy's dick, so my wife keeps it looking that way."

I pulled my underwear down to reveal my cock. A limp, tiny one, at just over an inch. "As you can see, I do not have an adequate cock to satisfy a woman, so I am asking you if you would be willing to fuck my wife properly for me. Here," I handed him several nude pictures of my wife from the envelope. "These are pictures of my wife. I hope you will agree to fuck her for me."

The man studied the pictures and looked at me, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes. My wife needs a man and I am here to find her one."

"Hell, yeah, I'll fuck her." He looked at the pictures again. “She is lovely!”

"She asks that you do three things. One, sign this letter to prove that I asked you in the appropriate manner. Two, sign your favorite picture, to prove that you have seen them. And three, put a nickname of your choice above my penis, to show that I have displayed my small penis for you." I handed the man a black magic marker.

"This is really fucked up," he said. "But if that's all it takes to get to fuck that babe, no problem." He quickly signed the paper, a picture, and in bold letters wrote "DINKY DICK"
where my pubic hair once was.

We dressed and he followed me in his car to our house. As we walked in, Samina met us at the door, wearing a very revealing teddie that left little to the imagination. It was little more than three small triangles of material covering her pussy and nipples, connected by lace and gauze. It looked outstanding.

I said, "This is my wife, Samina. Please, sir, fuck my wife for me."

He grinned, "Hello, Samina. Is this for real?"

“Definitely. I love having a real man's cock inside me," she turned to me. "Take your clothes off."

So, standing in the front foyer, I stripped naked. Looking at my new label, she uttered, "Perfect. Dinky is what it is, so Dinky is who you are. Let's go upstairs." Just like that, no need for proper greetings or introductions, just a simple lets go fuck attitude.

The three of us heading up to our bedroom. Obviously, Samina was not going to waste any time. Once there, she said, "Dinky, please unwrap my new lover, so I can see if you have done your job properly."

I pulled off his shirt and then unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. The bulge in his shorts showed that he was very appreciative of what he was seeing in my wife. I paused for a moment, then grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them out and over his hard cock. It was even bigger than I expected now that it was hard. I pulled his shorts off and he stood there naked. When I turned around my wife was holding a ruler. "Measure it, Dinky. Let's see how you two compare."

I took the ruler and held it along side his hard cock. "It says 9 1/2 inches."

"Now, yours, Dinky," my wife instructed.

I stretched myself to full length which didn't take much, and measured it, "1.5 inches."

Samina laughed, "Yeah that's quite a difference.” With that she slipped off her teddie and beckoned her soon to be new lover to the bed. He didn't speak, but pushed her down on our bed and dropped right hand between her legs. She started to moan almost instantly. "My God, he's even better at fingering me than you!. I thought that tiny dicked, impotent men were supposed to make up for it with their ….other parts! So much for that theory. You're just useless in bed, Dinky..." Her voice trailed off as the pleasure he was giving her started to escalate.

I sat down to watch just as Samina was reaching her first orgasm of the day.

As her lover sat up, he looked at me and spoke for the first time in the bedroom, I think Dinky really liked that." Samina looked at me as I pumped myself.

Then he said to me, "Dinky, if you liked that, you're going to love seeing me stretch out this sweet little pussy with my cock."

I tried to look away, but was unsuccessful, my eyes were pulled back to the scene, as Samina started sucking his big cock. He was moaning as she licked up and down the shaft and around his mammoth balls. Then she'd take as much as she could into her mouth, sucking him and swirling her tongue around his cock. She's always been a good cocksucker and I could see he agreed. He didn't take long and he started to buck his hips, then he froze and I knew that he was shooting his cum down her throat. She swallowed quickly several times to be sure not to miss a single drop. She slowed her rhythm and stroked him slowly to get him back to full erection.

Samina laid on her back with her legs spread wide, I could see she was already glistening and creaming. "Please fuck me with that wonderful cock. I want to feel you inside me. Fill my pussy hard!”

Her lover knelt between her legs, then paused. "Come here, Dinky Dick."

I went to the bed and sat on the edge where he pointed. "If you want to see me fuck your wife and ruin her pussy for you, I want you to put it in her. Spread her lips and feed my cock into her tight little cunt."

I swallowed hard, and nodded tentatively, then reached out and spread the lips of her pussy with one hand. Samina had never humiliated like this before, and I had a feeling it was not the last time. She seemed to be pushing boundaries, hers and mine! Would there be any end to it? Samina smiled, knowing that this man was playing right into her game now. I grasped his thick cock. It felt so different than mine, thicker, heavier, stronger, harder! I rubbed the big head of his cock up and down her dripping slit to get it wet, then pushed it between the her lips. As he thrust forward a little to enter her, my hand was still wrapped around his cock. My fascination and excitement consumed me and I didn't let go. With each thrust, I stroked the portion of his cock still outside her body.

"Get out of the way, Dink. I got some pussy to fuck now." I did as I was told and returned to my chair to watch the speed of his fucking picked up.

Samina yelled out, "Oh my God, your so good. I love to feel like that..." She moaned her way into a series of small orgasms. "I love your coooockkk....” She looked directly at me, her eyes partially closed, a flushed, lurid expression on her face.

His hips were a blur as him pumped hard into her pussy. As she hit yet another orgasm, I could not help but fist my limp cock harder and harder. Within seconds, his ass tightened as he drove one final time into my wife's willing pussy and held still, pumping his big load of cum into her, giving her pussy the first cum other than mine that it had ever held.

They held each other for a moment and kissed, then he said that he really should be going. They showered together, soaping each other and touching each other all over their bodies. I cleaned up with a towel. Little was said as they dressed, but Samina kept me naked. We walked to the front door where she led me outside, still naked to stand in front of his car which was parked right outside our garage, so we were quite well hidden, with the garage behind us, and his car in front. But, even so I don't think I have ever prayed as hard as I was that no car would drive by.

Samina kissed her lover while I stood there with my shrivelled dick hanging there, as I watched the lovers kiss like there was no tomorrow, Samina broke the kiss and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to see your cock one more time. I just loved it and can't get enough." He smiled and gestured that she was welcome to it. Samina dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She fished out his semi-hard cock and took it into her mouth. "Mmmm, that's nice," she said. "It's so big and hard. That's what a cock should be, right, Dinky?"

I nodded.

"Come kneel by me and watch closely to see how a real cock looks in my mouth," she said. I did and knelt down right next to her. She reached over and played with my cock while she sucked him, but it didn't respond to her touch.

"What's wrong, Dinky? Can't get it hard? I guess only a real man can get hard over and over like this, huh?"

I was mortified, but nodded. I could tell that he was getting close as his hips were beginning to sway.

Samina stopped and looked at me, "Here, Dinky, you finish...my jaw is getting sore." I was shocked. Just how far was Samina going to take this game of hers? Did she really expect me to suck the guy off out in the open? True the location of our house was such that not many cars drove by, and we were hidden from the neighbors by a high hedge, but still, any one of our neighbors could have seen us if the just peeked over the hedge.

She pulled my head to his crotch and his cock pressed against my lips. "Open!" She commanded and I obeyed, feeling his cock slip into my mouth. "And make sure you swallow it, like I did upstairs."

Forcing back my desire to throw up and run away from there, I did my best to suck his cock, gagging and choking on it, he laughed. Grabbing my head, he started to thrust into my mouth. I choked and gagged even more, but he was merciless, and kept ramming his cock into my mouth. I heard a car coming down the road. It slowed and turned into our driveway. I panicked and tried to pull off, but he kept my face pressed against his crotch. Then he tensed up and fired several big blasts of cum down my throat. I gagged as my mouth filled with the residual trickle of cum he fed me. I choked down the mouthful of cum as he pulled his cock away. He zipped up and headed for his car.

I turned to see Samina's sister, Tehmina standing next to me. They both looked down at the label right above my tiny, shrivelled cock. My sister in law asked, "What's going on?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 107

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I was shocked to see her there. Samina had not mentioned that Tehmina would be returning so soon. But here she was. I was to later find out, that her husband had been sent back the US by his employers and she had accompanied him again. Samina knew that she would be returning, but had deliberately not informed me.
Samina replied, "Come on inside. We'll tell you all about it."

We headed inside where I stayed naked for the entire afternoon while they chatted and she relived the experience with her sister. My humiliation was complete.

Anyway, Tehmina was quite tired after her long travel, so she went to sleep early, while Samina helped me clean up. She said, "I really love you, Omer. I hope that you had as much fun as I did. And I DID have fun. Are you okay with everything? I hope we can do things like this soon"

I thought for a second and said, "I am happy you had fun Samina, that is all that matters to me! Thanks darling!

"You’re welcome. Did you like the added touch of inviting my sister? I thought that was the perfect ending..."

I just shook my head in amazement. She was just too good at this.

"I am so glad Tony agreed to go along with this?” Samina said.

“Tony, who?” I was a bit surprised to hear that name.

“The guy you brought home silly!” Samnina smiled at me.

I was flabbergasted. “You knew him?”

Samina laughed. “Of course I did. I met him at the gym a few months ago, at the swimming pool, and saw how nicely he filled out his speedo, we chatted a little, and got together a few times, and then cooked up this nice little scene. It was no coincidence that he was in the locker room when you saw him!”

I was speechless. Samina's deviousness, and cunning had me quite surprised, as did her desire to keep pushing boundaries. How lucky a husband was I?

Well Tehmina, and Samina stayed busy for a few days, shopping and doing girl stuff. And I let them be. Tehmina was very normal, I was sure she would tease me a lot, bu she did not, it was as if it did not matter to her that I was small-cocked and impotent, like she had forgotten that fact! And hey I was not about to remind her! Frankly the thought that Samina had shared so much with Tehmina and she had seen so much more, did not exactly leave me too comfortable.

Anyway, one Saturday afternoon, I came home from my regular golf game and found Samina to be in a very foul mood. I took a quick shower and then joined her for a cup of coffee. Actually, I was surprised to see her at home, as she and Tehmina had plans to go to a spa, and then spend the day at the mall.

“Whats up sweetie?” I asked.

Samina kept quiet for a few moments, sipping her coffee. “It's that fatass Jonathan at work, he fucked up something and is trying to put the blame in me!”

I nodded. Jonathan was co-worker of hers, whom everyone at the office hated. The only reason he had a job was that his sister was married to the boss! Seriously! On top of that he was as big as an elephant, and had a serious body order problem. Obnoxious, figuratively and literally! I did not know what to say, so kept quiet, and let Samina rant on, just adding words of comfort and agreement here and there, clearly she was very upset. And soon I was just grunting to her words, as I checked some emails on my phone.

Then Samina said, “you know Umer I really need to relieve my stress, lets go to the basement.”

“Why? Whats there?” I asked. I should point out that I had not been involved in the redesign of our basement, and had no reason to go there when it was done, so frankly I had no idea what awaited me. I assumed Aisha had a massage table down there and some of her scented candles all around, with a music system to pipe some soft music, as I massaged her.

“Just come down!” Samina's tone made it clear she was not keen on answering questions.

The basement was very nicely done. It did indeed have a massage table, and holders for scented candles all along the walls. There was lovely carpeting, and nice settee set and coffee table. Basically a nice quiet place for a woman to relax or entertain her friends in comfort. But one thing stood out, a black coat hanger with three high vertical wooden slats, and hooks to hang coats on. It seemed a bit out of place.

“Why the coat hanger?” I asked.

“Oh you'll see. I really wanted something solid, so its been attached to the concrete load bearing wall.” Samina said, leaving me more than a little confused. “Now take off your clothes, everything”

“Huh? Why?” I asked.

“Just do it!” Samina sounded upset.

I quickly obeyed.

Once I was totally naked, Samina produced a black blindfold. “Here, put this around your head and cover your eyes.”

I did as asked, feeling quite nervous, there was a purpose in her voice, and I had the horrible premonition that my balls would be in for it. That was how she would relieve her stress. Still I did as she asked.

When I had finished putting on the blindfold, I felt Samina's soft hand cup my balls, squeezing them a little too hard, digging her long nails deep into where my scrotum was attached to my body.

“Ugggh!” I let out.

“Oh be quiet, this is just the beginning.” Said Samina, as she led me on.

She stopped, and turned me around. My back felt the three wooden slats of the coat hanger, as Samina raised my right arm, and in a swift, sudden move, handcuffed it to one of the hooks, she did the same to the left arm. Suddenly the purpose of the coat hanger was very clear, and I had to admire Samina's ingeniousness.

Then there was a pause. Samina did nothing! I had expected a full on assault on my testicles, but nothing. In a way that was a worse form of torment, as I could not see anything, and had no idea what Samina might be up to. For all I knew she was preparing to kick or punch me real hard at any moment. The wait was horrible, all I could hear was my own breathing and the drumbeats of my heart. I was tense at first but then I started to relax. It was hard to be tense all the time expecting an assault that did not seem to be coming.

Suddenly I felt my blindfold being removed and light flooded into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision. You can imagine my shock when I saw not Samina, but Tehmina standing front of me smiling. She had on a short, tight spaghetti strap dress that came to her upper thighs, and high-heeled, black boots, that snugly fit against her calves, coming almost all the way up to her knees. She looked dangerous.

“Hi Umer! Nice of Samina to let me come here!” Tehmina laughed.

“What? Where is Samina?” I asked.

“Oh she went out shopping, but don't worry you'll be in good hands with me!” Tehmina laughed demonically.

“But .....I mean.... why you?” I was flabbergasted that Samina would let her sister do this.

“Well because I owe you and Samina thinks its payback time!” Tehmina explained, leaving more more confused as ever.

“You owe me? What for?” I asked, racking my brains to try and figure it out myself, and failing.

Tehmina laughed. “Forgotten already? I guess it must not have meant as much to you!”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, now really worried. If I had done something to hurt Tehmina, I knew she would not hold back, there was a purpose in her walk around me, a look in her eyes, a smile on her face, all of which gave me the chills.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[RajV]

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This photo showed Samina looking up at the camera sexily while she licked the underside of that great big horsecock. She was holding the shaft in one hand and there was a huge drop of pre-cum dripping out of the tip. The guy's cock was wet with my wife's saliva and I was amazed at how much she must have been able to fit into her mouth. Samina was still stroking my balls while she blew on my cock and I longed to grab a handful of her lovely hair and start fucking her hot wet mouth with reckless abandon.
"Ready for the next one, my darling hubby?" she asked sweetly, almost as if she was reading my mind yet again, something she seemed to be quite good at.

Wow Ramesh a terrific start ...

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 108

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“Well remember how short after you and Samina got married, you came over to spend a few days at our house?” Tehmina asked.

“Of course I do, it was just before we were to leave for the US.” I said, still not recollecting why Tehmina would think I had done something bad to her then.

“And remember how one day my friends were over and I introduced you to them at tea?”

“Yeeees,” I said confused as hell.

“Well remember how you had joked that I should not eat so much cake, as it was making me fat?” Tehmina was suddenly very serious.

“Yes, I was just joking!” I said defensively.

“Well to you it may have been a joke, but to my friends it was serious, they gave me no end of grief about that joke of yours!” Tehmina said, “so now you will pay for that!”

“Of come now Tehmina, it was a joke, can't we just drop it?” I pleaded.

“No!” Tehmina scolded me. “I have waited a long time for this day! And I intend to enjoy myself. Samina has given me full permission not to hold back, and I don't intend to!”

I shivered, as Tehmina came over to me and caressed my cock for a bit.

“Totally dead! You know all I have to do is touch my husbands cock and become rock hard in a matter of seconds! All eight and half inches of it! From what Samina tells me, even on your best day you would be nowhere near that!”

Tehmina walked up to me, her eyes level with mine and put her hands on my chest, her face mere inches from mine. “So are you scared?”

“Ye... N...N...No!” I said nervously.

“Are you sure? You should be!” Tehmina was deadly serious.

She slipped her hands from my chest to the side of my rib cage and took a step back. “So get ready.”

“Y...y...yeah.” I mumbled and looked down.

Tehmina immediately cupped my chin with her right had, staring me straight in the eyes said, “no, I want you to look at me!” Still continuing to hold my chin, she raised her right knee, and trapped my cock and balls between her thigh and mine. I tried to look down again, but her hand on my chin prevented that. “Keep looking at me!”

I was breathing hard. And then without warning she lowered her knee and then slammed it hard against my balls with a loud splat sound, letting go of my chin.

“Ooooohhhh!” I cried out, my legs buckled, but I did not collapse, my wrists handcuffed to the coat hanger keeping me up. I tried to catch my breath.

I saw Tehmina took two steps back. “Keep looking me, right here!” She pointed at her eyes. The time she brought up her book and caught me right in the balls with the toe. The pain was excruciating and I cried out again.

“Now be a good boy and say thank you!” Tehmina demanded smiling as she stepped towards me. “Do it NOW!” she berated me when I did not immediately comply.
Still panting, I quickly said, “thank you!” Making Tehmina laugh out loud as she put her hands on my chest again. She looked straight into my eyes, giggling, and then without warning I heard the familiar splat of her knee crushing my balls again.

Strangely, I heard the splat before I felt the fire and pain in my groin area. I tried to double over, but could not. Tehmina pushed me up, and then once again with no apparent warning, my balls felt her palm slap up hard against them from below. I let out a loud screaming “Ahhhh!”

Tehmina just laughed and stepped back. “What do you say?”

Panting hard, I managed to utter, “th....tha....thank you!”

“Good boy!” Tehmina laughed as she stepped up a little and raised her left foot, playing with my balls with her boot covered toes.

“Oooohhh!” I panted. And then six loud “aaaahhhhs!” As Tehmina kicked my balls hard six times football style.

“Oh that sounds lovely! So fucking lovely!” Tehmina snickered, taking a ball in each of her hands, squeezing hard and pulling down on my scrotum.

I felt myself being lowered as far as the restraints would allow, my shoulders in agony, and balls on fire. Still Tehmina did not let go her iron grip for a few more moments. As soon as she did, I straightened up. She tried to kick my balls as I was going up, but ended up kicking my right inner thigh.

“Dammit missed!” She hissed, and then a sudden, hard kick to my balls again. “But not this time!”

I felt my knees collapse, as the restraints holding my wrists too my entire weight.

Tehmin laughed. “No, no, no. Upsy daisy, upsy daisy!”
My wrists rebelled and I slowly stood up again, breathing hard.

Tehmina laughed. “Good boy! You think I should stop now?”

I could only nod a positive. But Tehmina only walked up close to me, her left knee once again up an touching my balls. “No!” she said, “this is too much fun.” Using her hands to push me back against the hanger, and keeping me propped up, Tehmina gave my poor aching balls three fast, hard, merciless attacks with her left knee. Then she changed knees, and gave three or four small slaps with her right knee suddenly followed by hard one, drawing a loud “ooohhhh!” from me.

Tehmina stepped back an arms length, smiling, her right hand under my chin and said, “you are looking a little bit worried! And you should be! I mean you may lose your balls today, its not like you need them!” She let go of my chin and stepped back.

I had no doubt that she was deadly serious. Then with her right toes, she moved my balls around, gently pushing them up against my body. This was followed by several weak toe kicks, and then two harder than ever before toe kicks. My balls felt like they were on fire. I was breathing heavily and a constant stream of “oohs,”, “aaaahs”, and “uuughhhs” was coming out of my mouth.

Tehmina kicked me hard again and just as I started to collapse again she pushed me straight up and kneed me hard with her left knee, laughing as she did so. Still keeping me pushed back, she kicked my balls around with each of her boot-covered toes, and then with her shins, but none of the assaults was hard, still they were painful. Then she rolled my balls around with her thigh, and when I tried to look down, she pushed up my chin and gave me three merciless knee assaults.

“OooohhhH! AAAhhhh” I cried out.

“You have forgotten to say thank you!” Tehmina scolded me stepping away. And when did not do that, “she gave me several hard kicks in quick succession. I had no idea this would be so much fun. I must remember to thank Samina!” She giggled, and walked over to me, propping up my chin, looking straight into my eyes, smiled and sweetly. said, “say thank you!”

I was breathing heavily, my throat dry, pain engulfing my groin region. “Thank you.” I somehow managed to whisper. I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth, when Tehmina once again slammer her right heel hard into my poor balls.

“Wow, that was quite fast!” She laughed as I let out a loud aaaaahhhhh.

I wanted to collapse, but the restraints kept my arms up and legs apart. I could only breathe deeply, trying to will the pain away, when Tehmina stepped back and got me straight in the balls 3 times with the tip of her boot-covered toes.

“Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, hah, hah,...” I panted out, while Tehmina admired her handy work.

“Bet you wish you had not said those things to me, now don't you?” She laughed. Then she walked over to me, and with her right hand, smacked my balls from underneath. The were not hard smacks, but at that time it felt like she was hammering them. She switched hands and gripped my balls in her left hand, squeezing with increasing intensity, her long nails digging hard, letting go quickly, and stepping back.

I tried to mentally prepare myself for the kicks that I was sure were coming. And yes, the kicks from the black-booted toes did come, but not as hard as before, but they did come in rapid succession, and I felt my breath leaving me. Tehmina took two slow steps towards me, and pushed my sagging shoulders back; I felt a knee against my balls, and tried to look down, but Tehmina pushed my face up.

“How badly do you want to look down?” She snickered as she kneed for two more times. Then she quickly she stepped back and kicked me hard with her right leg first, and then at least 5 more times with her left.

“Ahhhhh!” I felt myself double over, my should screaming in pain as the restraints held me up.

Tehmina laughed loudly, walked up to me, pushed me back up and kneed my poor balls hard yet again. “Ohhhh...” she said, shivering. “I have goose bumps all over me.” She laughed, as she caressed my chest, stomach, and abdomen, her hands getting lower and lower, closed to my groin. Suddenly just what I had feared happened. She gripped a ball in each of hand, and started to squeeze hardly. For me, just trying to breathe was getting difficult, I could not produce any sound despite the intense pain. I felt her let go and just as I thought she was stopping for the moment, I received a hard, slap to my balls. This was followed by 3 quick kicks, followed by 2 hard knees, a loud laugh out of Tehmina, and several more kicks.

“You know Samina told me not to hold back, I thought she was just joking, but I have to admit this is so much fun, I have no intention of holding back!” Tehmina laughed demonically. Then she straightened me up again, and held her left knee against my balls, moving them around, as her knee continued to squeeze them more and more. A step back, was followed by 4 or 5 hard kicks and several knees, I lost count.

For a few minutes, Tehmina stood back and let me catch my breath, a look of pure happiness on her face, a smile pasted across it. I think she too needed to recover a little. I recovered my breath a little. My loud breathing noise was often punctuated by a snicker, or a chuckle from Tehmina.
“Are you ready?” Tehmina, her voice dripping with honey. I could only breath hard and nod. I mean if I did not do that she would still go on, so I did what I thought she wanted me to do. “Good boy, but ask me nicely!” She smiled.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chapter 109

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I swallowed hard. “Please.”

Tehmina laughed. “Please what?”

“P...P....Pl....Please, do...do...do what you....you....you...want t....t....t...to with my b...b...balls!” I managed to stammer, much to her amusement.

“There, thats much better.” Tehmina giggled. Now rested, she delivered several quick, semi-hard kicks and knees to my balls. Then taking a step back and standing about half a legs length from me, she pushed my chest up, brought up her toes against my balls and delivered several half-kicks to them. Well let me tell you, just because they were not full kicks does not mean they were any less painful. Then she walked over to me, and held me tight against her, I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, she lifted up her left leg slightly, and caught my balls between her thigh and my body, and then she mashed her thigh as hard as she could. I swear I felt my balls getting crushed, trapped between that soft, smooth thigh of Tehmina's and my body. And then, real fast, she dropped her leg and kneed me hard with the other one. This was followed my her right thigh my tightening my balls to my body and several hard knees.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhaaa! Ahhhaaaa!” I panted out in haze of pain, convinced my balls were probably beaten to pulp my now. Whenever I tried to sag my body, Tehmina would immediately push me up and then knee me as hard as she could. A pause for few seconds, and then several hard slaps to my poor balls.
“I can't hear you!” Tehmina said suddenly, leaving me very confused.

“H...huh?” I breather out.

“Say the magic words!” Tehmina giggled.
“Pl....pl....pleaseeee.....” Was all I could get out, I wanted to beg her to stop, but I needed to catch my breath first.

“Awww...well since you ask so nicely, I will go on!” She laughed, before I could finish my thought. She giggled and walked up to me, pushing my shoulders back against the wall, making me stand straight up. Then came several, hard, painful, knees against my already tender balls.

It was all I could do to not throw up, as the pain reached deep into my very core. All I could do was let out a lou. “awwwwww ooooohhh!” As my legs buckled under me. Were it not for the wrist and ankle restraints, I would have fallen face first to the ground. I took deep, quick breaths, while Tehmina stood back giggling.

Then she lifted up my chin, and forced my back straight up, as she kneed me several times again, this time laughing, letting go of my chin, as I collapsed again. I let out an, “ooooohhhh!” which Tehmina laughingly imitated.

She propped my again, back against the wall and made as if she was about to knee me again. I let out quite breaths, “ha...ha....ha...ha...haa,” anticipating the assault, but Tehmina took a stop back then one forward again. She brought up her left knee against the underside of my scrotum, grazing it several times, but not kneeing it. I could only breathe hard, nervously not knowing when the next attack would come. She lifted up her knee again, and pressed my balls against my body as hard as she could, moving them around, and them WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Came three quick knee punches. She changed knees, and used her right one to knee me once more then proceeded to squish my balls between the top of her right thigh and my body, this time really grinding them.

I wanted to collapse again, but Tehmina held my up, her hands forcefully keep me up against the wall. The pain in my balls was intense and I cried out, “ahhhhh.....ahhhh.” I looked up trying to breath and cry out at the same time, and trust me, it was not easy.

“Tell me if I miss!” Tehmina kept me propped up, looking straight into my eyes.

“Okay.” I somehow managed to whisper. The first hit from her right knee missed the balls completely and got my penis. I was sure it was a test of some sort so I quickly said, “missed.”

I had barely got the word out of my mouth when the hardest knee so far landed straight on my balls. I wailed as Tehmina let go of me and as expected my legs buckled. But she did not let me go down, pushing me back up by the chin almost instantly. It was almost as if she wanted to make up for the miss when she kneed me hard three times in quick succession, catching my poor inflamed balls each time. She laughed, two more hard knees and she let go of my chin, letting me fall as far as I could. And just when I thought it was safe to breathe again, bam! Two more merciless knees straight on.

“Ahhhhh.....ahhhhh....hooo....hooo.....hooo....” I let out as my knees bucked again. My shoulders in pain from having to bear my weight. I forced myself straighten, but Tehmina was in no mood to wait even a second, she simply placed her palms on my chest and pushed me back up one more time. And then of course came the knee again.

“Whoooooooo!” I cried out, much to Tehmina's amusement, she laughed and stepped back. This time she laughed a lot. I looked up to sure pure joy on her face.

“Oh I want to try that again!” Tehmina laughed, and kneed me with her right knee. “See I didn't miss! I am getting good at this!” She laughed as I was not constantly wailing. “But that was not as hard I would have liked.” A really hard knee followed. “There, now thats more like it!”

I was pushed back up. “Ohhhh... this is so much fun.”Tehmina was smiling as she kneed me hard three more times. I had long given up hope that she would go easy on my, maybe even occasionally. She seemed determined to give me her best. Now the main question in my mind was, how much longer would this go on? I seemed like it had been going on for hours. I was sweating profusely.

“Ahh.... Ah..... Haaa.. Ohhh!” I panted as I forced myself up. Tehmina came over and gently started kneeing me again, not hard, but making me jump up with each contact. Then, a hard one, I let out an “ahhhhhhhh!” and she let me fall again, walking away, laughing, admiring her handy work. There were a few moments of peace and silence, and all you could hear was me breathing, as I was bent over, trying to lift my neck up and look at what Tehmina was up, but just not having the strength to do so.

Then she giggled again and pushed me back up. I readied myself for another attach, but none came. Instead this time she started to slap my balls hard from underneath. I lost count of the slaps, but after the knees, they were almost relief. Then Tehmina took each of my balls in a hand and squeezed hard. The effort making her grunt. This was the hardest she had squeezed them thus far and it she kept at it.

“Lets see if we can get that high pitch really going! I want to hear you squeal like a pig.” When I didn't comply, she grunted and squeezed with all her might. “Squeal now! Or so help my I'll squeeze them to a pulp!”

“Heee.....hee...... hee..” I tried to be as high pitched as possible. It did not take much effort. Satisfied, Tehmina let go of my balls, stepping back, letting me double over as I tried to close my legs together, failing of course. I felt a hand on my forehead pushing me back up, and then two hard as hell knees digging into my balls.

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed. Tehima laughed, tousling my hair, and kneeing my two more times. Before letting me fall again. “Up!” she shouted. “Up!”

I willed myself to straighten. Breathing hard, as Tehmina laughed and imitated me. “I am really liking this!” She said pushing my chest. Five knees this time, each one hard than the one before.

“Eeeeehhhhh....heee....heeee...” I panted, as Tehmina laughed, left me, and my knees failed.

She stopped for a few seconds. All I could hear, was my own breathing, and Tehmina tapping her pencils heels. Then I felt the toes of her right boot moving my balls around. I tried to get ready for what I thought was coming next. And sure enough there where three kicks, but not very hard. I think by this time my balls had reached a point where these kinds of kicks would not even register. But then, I made the mistake of closing my eyes and almost immediately a a hard knee slammed into my balls.

“Ohhhhhhhh! Ohh! Ohhh! OOOOHHH!” I panted, bending over as far as the restraints would allow me. Tehmina snickered. Then she simply walked back to me, pushed me back up and kneed me several more times, but not very hard. “I think you need a few soft ones, to help you recover your know!” She said soothingly, almost like she was being nice to me.

She stopped for few seconds. “Well, break time is over, time to get back to work!” She giggled. “I do love my job!” And then a hard, fast, knee to me. Tehmina switched from left to right and repeated herself. I could only let out a deep, gutteral, ”OOOHhhhhh, Ennnnneeyng!” Three more knees, and stop!

But before you think she was going easy on me, let me disabuse you of that notion. She squeezed my left testicle hard in her left hand, and started flicking the fingers of the right hand on my right nut. And boy, let me tell you the pain was no less intense. This was followed almost immediately by 7 or 8 hard, backhand slaps. All I could do was squirm and pull against my restraints. Tehmina pushed me up again and proceeded to knee me as hard as she could at least a dozen times if not more. It's not easy to count when your mind is totally swamped with pain, and you almost wish that your balls would be cut off! I was left a whimpering wreck of incoherent, ooohh, ahhhhhss, oooooohsssss and eeeehsss.

“I think I'll take off my boots!” Tehmina giggled as I whimpered. I saw her unzip the black boots and kick them off one by one. It was longer break for me, and I closed my eyes, trying to focus and make myself ready for whatever else Tehmina had in mind. Clearly she was not ready to stop just yet.

The boots off, Tehmina lay on the ground in front of me, bringing her now bare feet up to my balls, massaging them a little. Then, she trapped my balls between her feet and started to squeeze her foot together. Suddenly, she let go, and I heard a splat as her top of her foot landed squarely on the underside of my balls. I could barely get out an “oooohhhh”, when I felt one of her feet holding my cock up, and the other one start to kick me with increasing intensity and frequency. I breathed deeply, and hard, only letting an “ahhhghhhhh!” when Tehmina stopped.

She lifted my soft penis out of the way again, and once more started to kick me hard with her right leg. I have to say that painful though it was, I was grateful it was not he knee any more. I was not sure how much more of the knee I could talk, and fortunately Tehmina decided not to test me on that. Then she trapped my balls between the soles of her feet and squeezed them again. As I panted in pain, she said, “This feels nice, they feel so squishy and rolly.” She squeezed harder.

Tehmina stopped. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Came the sounds of of several quick kicks with the top her right feet. Again not extremely painful, but in my condition at that time, they did not feel any better. I could only let out a series of uggghs! With each kick. I could no longer keep my eyes, open, watching what was going on was not making things any easier. So I closed my eyes and lifted my face up towards the ceiling, hoping that would make breathing easier. The SPLATS continued. Then came the squeezing again, only this time Tehmina also started to pull my balls down, making me have to bend my knees and come down too. Just when I thought I could go down no further and that she would about to rip my scrotum off me, she let go, and I straightened up.

More kicks, followed by more squeezes and downwards pulling. Then out of nowhere, as she was pulling me down one more time, my balls between her feet, I heard Tehmina giggle a command, “up...up... straighten up.” So picture it if you can, she is pulling down on my balls and at the same time ordering me to straighten up. I think this was the most painful thing she had done so far. Not only were my balls being squished, my scrotum was being pulled hard. I tried my best to obey as much as I could, but eventually it got to be all to much and my knees failed.

Tehmina snickered. “Well since you can't stand up, I think I should!” She got up. Of course I knew exactly what she had in mind and sure enough, there came several hard kicks, and now that she was standing up, they were harder than they had been when she was lying down.

“Ahhhghhhggggg......Ahhhgggghhhtttt....” I let out the sounds.
Tehmina, pushed me back against the wall, and keeping me pushed up, stood back as far as she could with her hand on my chest, and up came many hard kicks. She did not develop a pattern, randomly making them hard and not so hard, not letting me figure out what to expect. All I could do was let out howls of pain. Then I felt a knee again. “Ohh. Ohh... ohhh.. noooooo!”

Tehmina laughed. “Oh yes!” And 3 or 4 hard knees. “There we are! Oh come on now, that wasn't so bad, my knees just kissed you balls!” She laughed me as I panted loudly. Then came a super hard knee, probably one of the hardest. “Now that is hard!” Tehmina laughed as my legs gave out for what must have been the thousandth time. Another demonic laugh, followed by a hard knee catching me right underneath the balls, it was all I could do keep from passing out from the pain, as my body tried to collapse, but the restraints kept me up.

Tehmina pushed me up and took a ball in each of her hands, starting to squeezed, digging her long nails into the scrotum. I could feel the pressure increase, and tried to stand on my toes, but Tehmina applied downward pressure on my scrotum and I had to give up. The pressure of her grip kept increasing.

Tehmina giggled, “do you think Samina would mind if I castrated you? I don't think she would!” The pressure became intense.

“Aggghhh. Aggggghhhh. Agggghhh!” I let out deep, gutteral sounds of pain, making Tehmina snicker hard. She kept the pressure up for a while longer, before suddenly letting go.

The boots were off, Tehmina stepped back and kicked my balls with her bare feet several times. Let me tell you, just because the boots were not there, did not make the pain any less intense. In my haze of pain, I was amazed that my poor balls could feel anything at all. As I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, Tehmina gave my balls a few hard slaps, not letting me have any time to really recover. This was followed quickly by six of seven hard knees.

I was sure I could take no more. “Please.... Please.... Please Tehmina!”

She laughed. “Awww, reduced to begging now are we? Well beg all you want, I am not done just yet! I am having too much fun. Who knew bashing balls could be so much fun!” She pushed me back up straight, hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, a smile plastered on her face. I knew what was coming next, but still was not prepared when for it, when it happened.

Several hard knees squished my balls against my body. I was in too much pain to even cry out now. Then, with hands on my shoulders, still propping me up, Tehmina moved back a little and I felt her bare toes slamming against my balls. This time I did let out a loud, high-pitched “Asssshhhhhhgggghhh!” Making Tehmina laugh.

She kneeled between my legs, lifted up my penis, and then with the back of hand, administered at least a dozen hard slaps to the underside of my balls. Giggling as she did so. “Ohhhh.....I have waited a long time for this. Revenge is so much fun!”

All I could do was pant and moan. Trying to collapse, but unable to, my shoulders on fire from bearing my weight.

Tehmina cupped my balls in her right hand. “Awww... poor little things!” She slapped them slowly, then took my balls in her right hand and squeezed hard, pulling them down.

My knees had no choice but to follow as I tried to move my body down with her, but could only do so for a bit, until the pain in my shoulders forced me take some pressure of them and move up a little. Of course that made the pressure of the squeeze even harder and I panted, “aggggghhhh.....agggghhhh.....” But Tehmina did not let up. If anything, she squeezed even harder. Then she adjusted her squeeze in such a way that my right ball complete out of her grip, the scrotum stretched on it completely. She then proceeded to repeatedly slap the exposed ball with her other hand.

“Assshhhhh...ahhhh....” I let out a very high-pitched squeal, which seemed to go on forever, as she squeezed one testicle harder and harder, while slapping the other one with increasing frequency and strength.

Tehmina stopped and stepped back. “Aww just look at the poor purple beans!” She giggled, they look so cute and harmless. And you know what, I think I almost done them! Would you like that?”

I breathed hard, trying to catch my breath and keep the fire in my groin and shoulders in control. Her words barely registered. But I was able to nod a vigorous yes.

“Good, but before I stop there is something you have to do for me!” Tehmina giggled.

“Wha.....wha... what?” I managed to pant out.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

pandot29-

What an amazing story! I just love it, so sexy and hot. All of your chapters make me cum without even touching my dick. Complete the humiliation of husband by comparing him with 14-16 years old boy. And from now onwards he can only come in between your thighs and not your pussy.