27-04-2019, 03:33 PM
It was after one of these torrid love-making sessions, as we lay naked and sweaty on our living room floor, making small talk and cuddling that the subject came up. Both of us had noticed that extremely fit and attractive woman in our gym. We estimated her age to be somewhere around 40 – 45 years, but her physique was amazing. She out ran us on the treadmill, out-stretched us on the floor mats, and out-biked us on the bikes. There was no question that this woman was fit, and set out goals to be as fit as she was. And not only was she fit, she clearly loved showing off her toned abs, fit arms, hard legs, and tight abs, in her regular gym attire, which was a pair of tight hot pants, and a training bra, which if any more revealing would probably have run afoul of the gym nudity rules.
I remember mentioning to Samina how sexy the woman looked, and how not a single male present could keep his eyes off her. It was at that point Samina asked me how I would feel if she dressed like that, and I said I would love. But the conversation was so matter-of-fact that I did not give it a second thought, and just assumed that Samina was being facetious.
Well, guys never ever underestimate a woman's ability to surprise you. The following Monday we were at the gym again. I had had just exited the mens locker room after changing and was walking towards the treadmills, when I had to do a double take. At first I saw a very sexily dressed woman emerge from the women's locker room, and it did not initially register that the woman in question was Samina. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and a look of utter disbelief must have come over my face, as a laughing Samina walked over and kissed me before modelling her new outfit.
“Like what you see lover? I bought it at the mall yesterday.” Samina turned around.
“I....I...I.... love it.” I stammered, noticing that quite a few male eyes around were glued to my sexy wife. I had a thousand and one questions to ask her, but realized this was not the place. Besides, I was hard pressed enough as it was, trying to keep my throbbing penis from tearing out my jock strap and shorts.
“C'mon lets to running before all the treadmills are taken.” Samina took my hand, led me away.
I don't think I have every enjoyed working out as much as I did that day. Samina reminded me so much of Pushpa, as this was exactly the sort of thing Pushpa would have done, although for Pushpa it was pretty tame, but for Samina it was hugely bold! And for me it was huge relief that Samina was so bold. Still, I could not help but wonder how she had got the courage to do it.
That question was answered just a few hours later, as we lay on the carpeted floor, after another hot, love-making session upon our return from the gym. I could barely wait to get her home and fuck her blue. Which is what we proceeded to do together.
“So how did you.... I mean why.... I mean... well you know?” I tried to phrase my question delicately so as not to let her think that I objected, but nothing close to understandable came out.
Samina laughed. “Darling when I asked you about that woman and how you would feel if I dressed like her, your answer, the way you said it told me everything. And you don't know how happy and relieved I was.”
“What? Why?” I was surprised.
“Well, I can tell you know, I have always envied these western women and the freedom they enjoyed to dress sexy. And I always wanted to try that myself. But I never knew where you stood, and was afraid to bring up the subject, but when you answered the way you did, I was sure that you were not just saying that you would love it, as a joke, but actually I meant it, I got the courage to go for it!” Samina squeezed my hand.
“But why didn't you tell me first?”
“Hmm, well I thought about that and nearly did, but then decided not to. Because I felt that presenting you with a fait accompli would be a better way to go, as it would force you accept it even if you were on the border of whether or not you agreed. If I had told you first, and you were not sure, then there was a possibility you try to talk me out of it, and I did not want that to happen. So I just did it and gave you no choice.” Samina explained her flawless logic.
I was in awe of her. “What a smart wife I have!” I laughed and kissed her hard, Samina was fast approaching the point where I felt I could confide my greatest secret desire to her, but I was not sure if she was there yet. I could not have even imagined just how much she knew and understood me, and how her every step was ahead of me, and took place before I could ask her to do so.
Our time in California came to an end soon. We packed and moved to a small city in Florida, with a population of less than 100,000, and very few Indian/Pakistanis there. In fact I am sure that in our first years there we did not see a single desi. It was here that Samina really came into her own.
You see, back in California she had one again pre-empted my question, and told me that while felt perfectly comfortable dressing sexy at the gym, she was not too keen on doing so outside, even thought she really wanted to. Her reason being that outside she did not want to risk being seen by desi's, many of whom belonged to the genus homo-judgementalus, and would no doubt pronounce her to be a whore and slut immediately, particularly the senior ladies collectively referred to as desi aunties! In that group she included both Indian and Pakistani women, particularly since our circle of friends included both nationalities, and though most of them were quite open-minded, we were not sure if they were open-minded enough!
But once we moved to Florida, there was nothing to hold Samina back. Within a week of our move she had completely re-designed her wardrobe. Jeans, capris's,long skirts gave way to shorts, hot pants, mini-skirts. Full sleeved and sleeveless tops were packed away, to be replaced with spaghetti straps, halter tops, tube tops, and tank tops. And with warm weather all year round, Samina had plenty of opportunity to express herself like she had always fantasized about. Of course, I supported her whole-heartedly! But I still wondered if the time was right for me take that one critical step and truly open up to her. As much as I wanted to, something always seemed to hold me back, a nagging feeling that maybe Samina, despite everything, may not be there yet. But then how could I have guessed that Samina was already working on it?
We have been in Florida about a year, when one Saturday afternoon, Samina sashayed into the living room wearing nothing but a grin and a pair of high heels. Samina just turned 25 and she is without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world.
"Hey, baby," she cooed as she snuggled up to me on the couch. "I've got a surprise for you." Samina started stroking my bulging cock through my pants. I stood up and was out of my clothes in record time. I sat down again and kissed my wife deeply on the lips. Her hands found my cock and I groaned as I hardened in her hands.
"Do you want your surprise now, honey?" she whispered as she slowly pumped my shaft.
"Oh yeah, pleaseee." I replied, wondering what my sexy wife had in store for me.
Samina turned around and retrieved an envelope from her handbag on the side table. "Now I'm going to hand these to you one by one," she said. "And I don't want you jacking off too quickly, so you have to slow down when I tell you too or we'll stop and I won't show you the next one. Okay, lover?"
"Okay!" I hollered, nearly cumming at the thought of what I was about to see.
Samina handed me a photograph. She was standing in our living room, the room we were in right now, and she was naked except for her heels (she loves that look) and smiling at the photographer.
"When did you take these?" I asked astounded that she would even do such a thing, but she just smiled at me and handed me another one.
I had my cock in my hand and Samina gently cupped my balls and blew gently in my ear. Over the past months she had grown bolder and bolder sexually, and as a person too. Now I was sure that the moment of truth, where I could truly open up to her was at hand, but first I had to see what she wanted to show me. I tried to imagine what it could be, but could not come up with a single idea.
The second photograph showed Samina bending over the couch, reaching behind her to spread apart her luscious ass cheeks. Samina shaves her privates, except for a little black tuft at the front, and her puckered little white asshole is always exciting to look at, as I had discovered a few months ago. Samina put her free arm around me and I enjoyed looking at the hot photo of my wife while rubbing up against the real thing.
Samina handed me the third photograph and she quickly squeezed the base of my cock when I saw it. Samina was on her knees in front of the photographer struggling to undo his belt.
"Oh baby this is hot," I whispered to her and then I leaned in to kiss her again. My mind was abuzz with all sorts of thoughts, how could she have known that I would be OK with this? And when did she actually have the desire to go through with it? And many others, but for now I just wanted to see more photographs.
The fourth photograph showed my beautiful wife smiling up at the camera from behind the photographers huge hard cock. She had both hands wrapped around the shaft and there was still a good couple of inches of cock to go. I looked at the photo for a long time as Samina whispered filthy things in my ear and stroked my balls.
In the next shot Samina was struggling to take as much of the photographer's cock in her mouth as she could. She was stretching her jaw open as much as possible and her cheeks bulged obscenely. I groaned and Samina shifted position. I held the photo of my wife fellating another man in one hand while I stroked her big boobs with the other. Now I should mention here, that it was only very recently that she had started giving me blow jobs, so this photograph was erotic as hell and I nearly shot my load right there, just barely stopping myself.
"Tell me you let him fuck your titties, baby?" I moaned hoarsely. My cock was throbbing, my mind was ecstatic and my eyes could barely leave the photograph.
Samina giggled and finally handed me the next photograph which showed her doing just that.
Now my wife's not a petite woman, and her 34C breasts are fairly large for her 5'4” frame, but this guy's cock easily filled Samina's sexy cleavage and poked up into her chin. I started jacking off again while staring at the photo and Samina tickled my balls and stroked my thighs.
The next shot was taken with the photographer sitting on the couch where I was now sitting. He was now completely naked, and Samina was next to him with her head in his lap. I could only see the back of Samina's head, but it was pretty obvious she was going down on him. Samina shifted on the couch again and gently lowered her head into my lap. I looked at the thick pile of photographs still in the envelope and wondered how I would hold out. And all the while my mind was screaming out, “how could she know?”
"I'm not going to blow you, honey," drawled Samina, blowing on my cock gently and handing me the next photo.
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.
The next shot showed Samina straddling her lover. She was reaching down between them, guiding his big cock into her girl private. My cock jerked involuntarily and Samina quickly sat up and backed up a little.
"C'mon, baby," she said firmly. "You can do it. Now do you have it under control? You know you're not supposed to cum anywhere near my face now don't you?"
I nodded dumbly, not daring to touch my cock or even look at my gorgeous naked wife.
After a while Samina handed me the next photo. It showed their two groins locked together. Samina straddled me without touching my cock at all. She started kissing my face and I played with her tits while looking at the photo over her shoulder.
"Was he inside you?" I asked quietly, my voice a hoarse whisper and my body shaking with excitement and arousal. I could not help it, and I said, “it's the most arousing, erotic sight I have ever seen.”
"Oh baby," said Samina, as she giggled at my condition. "He went up me deeper and harder than you ever had. It was intense! And are you sure you have not seen anything more arousing that this?”
The reality of what my sexy wife was saying to me hit me and I looked her sharply in the eye, and nodded a NO, while looking at her with questioning eyes.
"C'mon baby," she said. "You know I love only you, right?"
I nodded and she continued, "but you saw how big his dick was, right? There's no way you could compete with that."
"Was it good?" I asked.
"I never felt so full of cock. I don't think I ever stopped cumming once he was inside me." She handed me the next few photos quickly, and in each of them Samina's cunt was being stretched to the limit by her lover's big cock. Samina was grinding against me now and I kissed and licked her titties while struggling to look at the photos. The sensitive underside of my cock was rubbing against Samina's mound and it took all of my will power not to cum.
Samina took the next photo out of the envelope and stood up while she looked at it. She turned around and lowered herself carefully down onto my lap. My cock was rock hard and begging to be fucked but she reached back and made sure it was nestled in between her ass cheeks and not inside her before she handed me the next photo.
Samina was in the same position in the photo except that her cunt was wrapped around her lover's big cock. He was reaching down and spreading her ass so I could see he was deeply embedded in her. I thrust my hips forward a little and I could feel Samina's wet vagine rubbing against the base of my cock.
"Oh that's good, baby," she whispered back to me, "keep doing that."
I kept jerking my hips and I felt Samina reaching down between her legs to finger her clit. Occasionally she would touch my balls or grab my cock to make sure I wasn't going to penetrate her. We kept rubbing against each other for some time while I stared at the photo of my wife getting fucked and my wife brought herself off with a a scream.
I remember mentioning to Samina how sexy the woman looked, and how not a single male present could keep his eyes off her. It was at that point Samina asked me how I would feel if she dressed like that, and I said I would love. But the conversation was so matter-of-fact that I did not give it a second thought, and just assumed that Samina was being facetious.
Well, guys never ever underestimate a woman's ability to surprise you. The following Monday we were at the gym again. I had had just exited the mens locker room after changing and was walking towards the treadmills, when I had to do a double take. At first I saw a very sexily dressed woman emerge from the women's locker room, and it did not initially register that the woman in question was Samina. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and a look of utter disbelief must have come over my face, as a laughing Samina walked over and kissed me before modelling her new outfit.
“Like what you see lover? I bought it at the mall yesterday.” Samina turned around.
“I....I...I.... love it.” I stammered, noticing that quite a few male eyes around were glued to my sexy wife. I had a thousand and one questions to ask her, but realized this was not the place. Besides, I was hard pressed enough as it was, trying to keep my throbbing penis from tearing out my jock strap and shorts.
“C'mon lets to running before all the treadmills are taken.” Samina took my hand, led me away.
I don't think I have every enjoyed working out as much as I did that day. Samina reminded me so much of Pushpa, as this was exactly the sort of thing Pushpa would have done, although for Pushpa it was pretty tame, but for Samina it was hugely bold! And for me it was huge relief that Samina was so bold. Still, I could not help but wonder how she had got the courage to do it.
That question was answered just a few hours later, as we lay on the carpeted floor, after another hot, love-making session upon our return from the gym. I could barely wait to get her home and fuck her blue. Which is what we proceeded to do together.
“So how did you.... I mean why.... I mean... well you know?” I tried to phrase my question delicately so as not to let her think that I objected, but nothing close to understandable came out.
Samina laughed. “Darling when I asked you about that woman and how you would feel if I dressed like her, your answer, the way you said it told me everything. And you don't know how happy and relieved I was.”
“What? Why?” I was surprised.
“Well, I can tell you know, I have always envied these western women and the freedom they enjoyed to dress sexy. And I always wanted to try that myself. But I never knew where you stood, and was afraid to bring up the subject, but when you answered the way you did, I was sure that you were not just saying that you would love it, as a joke, but actually I meant it, I got the courage to go for it!” Samina squeezed my hand.
“But why didn't you tell me first?”
“Hmm, well I thought about that and nearly did, but then decided not to. Because I felt that presenting you with a fait accompli would be a better way to go, as it would force you accept it even if you were on the border of whether or not you agreed. If I had told you first, and you were not sure, then there was a possibility you try to talk me out of it, and I did not want that to happen. So I just did it and gave you no choice.” Samina explained her flawless logic.
I was in awe of her. “What a smart wife I have!” I laughed and kissed her hard, Samina was fast approaching the point where I felt I could confide my greatest secret desire to her, but I was not sure if she was there yet. I could not have even imagined just how much she knew and understood me, and how her every step was ahead of me, and took place before I could ask her to do so.
Our time in California came to an end soon. We packed and moved to a small city in Florida, with a population of less than 100,000, and very few Indian/Pakistanis there. In fact I am sure that in our first years there we did not see a single desi. It was here that Samina really came into her own.
You see, back in California she had one again pre-empted my question, and told me that while felt perfectly comfortable dressing sexy at the gym, she was not too keen on doing so outside, even thought she really wanted to. Her reason being that outside she did not want to risk being seen by desi's, many of whom belonged to the genus homo-judgementalus, and would no doubt pronounce her to be a whore and slut immediately, particularly the senior ladies collectively referred to as desi aunties! In that group she included both Indian and Pakistani women, particularly since our circle of friends included both nationalities, and though most of them were quite open-minded, we were not sure if they were open-minded enough!
But once we moved to Florida, there was nothing to hold Samina back. Within a week of our move she had completely re-designed her wardrobe. Jeans, capris's,long skirts gave way to shorts, hot pants, mini-skirts. Full sleeved and sleeveless tops were packed away, to be replaced with spaghetti straps, halter tops, tube tops, and tank tops. And with warm weather all year round, Samina had plenty of opportunity to express herself like she had always fantasized about. Of course, I supported her whole-heartedly! But I still wondered if the time was right for me take that one critical step and truly open up to her. As much as I wanted to, something always seemed to hold me back, a nagging feeling that maybe Samina, despite everything, may not be there yet. But then how could I have guessed that Samina was already working on it?
We have been in Florida about a year, when one Saturday afternoon, Samina sashayed into the living room wearing nothing but a grin and a pair of high heels. Samina just turned 25 and she is without a doubt the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world.
"Hey, baby," she cooed as she snuggled up to me on the couch. "I've got a surprise for you." Samina started stroking my bulging cock through my pants. I stood up and was out of my clothes in record time. I sat down again and kissed my wife deeply on the lips. Her hands found my cock and I groaned as I hardened in her hands.
"Do you want your surprise now, honey?" she whispered as she slowly pumped my shaft.
"Oh yeah, pleaseee." I replied, wondering what my sexy wife had in store for me.
Samina turned around and retrieved an envelope from her handbag on the side table. "Now I'm going to hand these to you one by one," she said. "And I don't want you jacking off too quickly, so you have to slow down when I tell you too or we'll stop and I won't show you the next one. Okay, lover?"
"Okay!" I hollered, nearly cumming at the thought of what I was about to see.
Samina handed me a photograph. She was standing in our living room, the room we were in right now, and she was naked except for her heels (she loves that look) and smiling at the photographer.
"When did you take these?" I asked astounded that she would even do such a thing, but she just smiled at me and handed me another one.
I had my cock in my hand and Samina gently cupped my balls and blew gently in my ear. Over the past months she had grown bolder and bolder sexually, and as a person too. Now I was sure that the moment of truth, where I could truly open up to her was at hand, but first I had to see what she wanted to show me. I tried to imagine what it could be, but could not come up with a single idea.
The second photograph showed Samina bending over the couch, reaching behind her to spread apart her luscious ass cheeks. Samina shaves her privates, except for a little black tuft at the front, and her puckered little white asshole is always exciting to look at, as I had discovered a few months ago. Samina put her free arm around me and I enjoyed looking at the hot photo of my wife while rubbing up against the real thing.
Samina handed me the third photograph and she quickly squeezed the base of my cock when I saw it. Samina was on her knees in front of the photographer struggling to undo his belt.
"Oh baby this is hot," I whispered to her and then I leaned in to kiss her again. My mind was abuzz with all sorts of thoughts, how could she have known that I would be OK with this? And when did she actually have the desire to go through with it? And many others, but for now I just wanted to see more photographs.
The fourth photograph showed my beautiful wife smiling up at the camera from behind the photographers huge hard cock. She had both hands wrapped around the shaft and there was still a good couple of inches of cock to go. I looked at the photo for a long time as Samina whispered filthy things in my ear and stroked my balls.
In the next shot Samina was struggling to take as much of the photographer's cock in her mouth as she could. She was stretching her jaw open as much as possible and her cheeks bulged obscenely. I groaned and Samina shifted position. I held the photo of my wife fellating another man in one hand while I stroked her big boobs with the other. Now I should mention here, that it was only very recently that she had started giving me blow jobs, so this photograph was erotic as hell and I nearly shot my load right there, just barely stopping myself.
"Tell me you let him fuck your titties, baby?" I moaned hoarsely. My cock was throbbing, my mind was ecstatic and my eyes could barely leave the photograph.
Samina giggled and finally handed me the next photograph which showed her doing just that.
Now my wife's not a petite woman, and her 34C breasts are fairly large for her 5'4” frame, but this guy's cock easily filled Samina's sexy cleavage and poked up into her chin. I started jacking off again while staring at the photo and Samina tickled my balls and stroked my thighs.
The next shot was taken with the photographer sitting on the couch where I was now sitting. He was now completely naked, and Samina was next to him with her head in his lap. I could only see the back of Samina's head, but it was pretty obvious she was going down on him. Samina shifted on the couch again and gently lowered her head into my lap. I looked at the thick pile of photographs still in the envelope and wondered how I would hold out. And all the while my mind was screaming out, “how could she know?”
"I'm not going to blow you, honey," drawled Samina, blowing on my cock gently and handing me the next photo.
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.
The next shot showed Samina straddling her lover. She was reaching down between them, guiding his big cock into her girl private. My cock jerked involuntarily and Samina quickly sat up and backed up a little.
"C'mon, baby," she said firmly. "You can do it. Now do you have it under control? You know you're not supposed to cum anywhere near my face now don't you?"
I nodded dumbly, not daring to touch my cock or even look at my gorgeous naked wife.
After a while Samina handed me the next photo. It showed their two groins locked together. Samina straddled me without touching my cock at all. She started kissing my face and I played with her tits while looking at the photo over her shoulder.
"Was he inside you?" I asked quietly, my voice a hoarse whisper and my body shaking with excitement and arousal. I could not help it, and I said, “it's the most arousing, erotic sight I have ever seen.”
"Oh baby," said Samina, as she giggled at my condition. "He went up me deeper and harder than you ever had. It was intense! And are you sure you have not seen anything more arousing that this?”
The reality of what my sexy wife was saying to me hit me and I looked her sharply in the eye, and nodded a NO, while looking at her with questioning eyes.
"C'mon baby," she said. "You know I love only you, right?"
I nodded and she continued, "but you saw how big his dick was, right? There's no way you could compete with that."
"Was it good?" I asked.
"I never felt so full of cock. I don't think I ever stopped cumming once he was inside me." She handed me the next few photos quickly, and in each of them Samina's cunt was being stretched to the limit by her lover's big cock. Samina was grinding against me now and I kissed and licked her titties while struggling to look at the photos. The sensitive underside of my cock was rubbing against Samina's mound and it took all of my will power not to cum.
Samina took the next photo out of the envelope and stood up while she looked at it. She turned around and lowered herself carefully down onto my lap. My cock was rock hard and begging to be fucked but she reached back and made sure it was nestled in between her ass cheeks and not inside her before she handed me the next photo.
Samina was in the same position in the photo except that her cunt was wrapped around her lover's big cock. He was reaching down and spreading her ass so I could see he was deeply embedded in her. I thrust my hips forward a little and I could feel Samina's wet vagine rubbing against the base of my cock.
"Oh that's good, baby," she whispered back to me, "keep doing that."
I kept jerking my hips and I felt Samina reaching down between her legs to finger her clit. Occasionally she would touch my balls or grab my cock to make sure I wasn't going to penetrate her. We kept rubbing against each other for some time while I stared at the photo of my wife getting fucked and my wife brought herself off with a a scream.
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