Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina stood up again as she came down. She knelt between my legs and smiled up at me while she gently rubbed my blue balls.

"Please, baby, can I fuck those beautiful titties?" I begged.
"Do you want to see some more photos?" she asked coyly as she backed away a little. She took the next couple out and flicked through them intently. I was aching to get off but there was still a lot of photos to look at.
Finally, Samina took pity on me. She moved closer, put the photos down next to me and started jerking me off slowly. My cock had been oozing pre-cum for the better part of an hour now and somehow having Samina wrap her cool hands around it while she smiled up at made me even harder and hornier for my slut wife.
I picked up the photos and leafed through them as Samina continued to rub my cock. There were several more shots of Samina getting fucked in various positions interspersed between shots of Samina sucking the guy's cock. Finally, I got to some shots of Samina on her knees on the floor looking back at the camera and I knew that she was taking it from behind. Samina had to stop and squeeze my cock several times to stop me from cumming.
It took forever for me to get back under control but I knew from the look on Samina's face that she'd be mad if I came. Samina tugged on my cock a few times and blew on my balls gently. "Don't even think about cumming while I'm down here," she warned.
"I won't!" I promised. I was now up to the last few shots and I knew I had to make it. I looked at the next one and it was almost identical to the last one. It was taken from behind and Samina was on her knees smouldering back at the camera. The next shot showed was the same again except that Samina had her eyes closed like she was concentrating on something.
"Did he..." I started.
"What?" asked Samina, standing up again and straddling me.
My aching cock pressed up against her stomach and she kissed me tenderly on the lips.
"Did he cum in you?" I asked, my voice quivering.
"Would you be mad if he did?" she asked, looking into my eyes searchingly. She took the last two polaroids out of my hands while she looked at me.
"No," I stammered, "I guess not."
"Do you want to see another man cum inside me or not?" she asked and I was acutely aware of my rock hard cock rubbing against the soft skin of her belly.
"I want to see it," I said finally.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
I would have agreed to anything at that point I was so horny, but Samina was determined to know if I really wanted to see another man cum in my sexy wife's precious girl private. "I love you," I said and kissed her hard on the lips. "And I want to see another guy fill your girl private with his cum."
She smiled at me tenderly and handed me the last two photos. The first one showed from the guy's waist down and there were still a few inches of his cock lodged in Samina's girl private from behind. "Look closely, honey," said Samina as she kissed my neck and shoulders.
She reached down and rubbed my cock gently as I looked at the photo. The guy's cock looked like it was still fully hard, and it was all wet with Samina's juices. Samina's pussy lips were wrapped tightly around it and then I saw what Samina was talking about. Just barely, because it was mostly hidden from view, there was a drop of creamy liquid dripping out of her girl private.
"Do you see it?" asked Samina, still watching me closely.
Her hand tightened around the shaft of my cock, poised to squeeze me off if I started cumming.
"I see it, baby," I moaned.
Samina looked down at my cock which was still twitching slightly in her grip.
"Have a look at the last one," she said.
I looked at the last photo. Samina was still on all fours and her lover had pulled out. The big bulbous head of his cock was nestled in her girl private lips. And his cum was every where. His cock was coated in it, and Samina's girl private lips were dripping with it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
I looked up into my wife's big blue eyes.
"I love you, baby," she said and I started cumming, spurting the biggest load of my life onto my wife's belly while she held me tightly. "I can't believe we made it through the all of them this time."
I was still shaking from my orgasm and Samina was stroking my softening cock, milking every last drop out of me.
"So are there more photos like that?" I asked finally.
"Baby, I took those over a month ago," said Samina. "I've got a stack of photos three feet high waiting for you now!"
My eyes bugged open. “What? But how could you know, or even guess?”
“What?” Samina said gently squeezing my softening cock.
“That I would be OK with this.... this stuff?” I said, my voice and body having recovered a fair bit.
Samina laughed. “Oh that is simple. Pushpa told me!” She said simply.
“WHAT?” I was flabbergasted. How could she and Pushpa have gotten in touch? “But how......?” I let my question hang, making Samina laugh again.
“It's simple darling, remember how, a few days before our wedding you took me out to dinner, and confessed all your past sins?” She asked.
“Of course, I do. I did not want there to be any secrets, or for you to feel later that I was hiding things from you, I felt, you had a right to know about my past, in case you wanted to change you mind.” I explained.
“I know that darling, and it made me want you even more. Honesty is a quality I greatly admire, and you had it in spades. Well at that time you also confessed that you had lived with Pushpa and had nearly proposed to her, indeed would have, had there not been so much pressure from your parents and family.” Said Samina, and I nodded.
“So?” I asked.
“Well when you said that, I was determined to find out as much as I could about Pushpa, and what made her so special to you. So after you shared your email password, I just dug through your old emails and contacted her. She was quite happy to talk to me.” Samina cleared up a lot questions that I had.
“I see, and she told you.... everything?” I looked at my lovely wife.
“Yes darling, everything. And it was all very interesting. Why do you think I asked you about the most erotic sight comment you made. Pushpa told me you loved seeing her have sex with men who had bigger cocks than you, how it drove you mad with desire. So that is what I have happily done as well. Aren't you glad I did?”
I nodded an affirmative. “But how could you be sure that I would accept it in you? I mean Pushpa was just a passing girlfriend, while you are my wife. Many, in fact most men would prefer their wives to be more conservative than any girlfriends they might have had.”
“Oh I just took a calculated risk. Based on what Pushpa had told me and my own understanding of you, I figured that there was a good chance you would not only be OK with it, but would love it. I love it when I am right!” Samina laughed.
“I...I...I. Don't know what to say darling.” I stammered, my mind still buzzing from all of Samina's revelations. Had Pushpa really shared everything with my darling wife? And boy was I happy that she not the religious, conservative type at all. Finally, I had my dream wife!
“So what did Pushpa tell you?” I could not stop myself from asking.
Samina laughed. “She told me everything darling!” She played with my semi-hard cock. “And oh boy are we now going to have some fun.” She said with a devilish smile as we cuddled and snickered.
I held her tight, not knowing what say to her, but I was certain that she knew I was happy. Still I was a little concerned wondering just how much Pushpa had told her, and I was a bit doubtful if I really wanted Samina to have Pushpa as a guide, as some of the activities I did with Pushpa were not exactly the kind of things I felt I would be 100% comfortable doing with my wife. But what if Samina took things in that direction? That question nagged me. Samina's habit of pre-emptively doing things scared me a bit. She seemed determined to act first and inform me later, quite positive that I would approve. But, for the moment I put it all out of my mind, thinking that I would deal with things as and when they happened. And I looked forward to seeing what more she had up her sleeve.
Things seem to calm down after that amazing evening. I was desperate to find out if Samina had indulged herself some more, but felt that it would better to let her decide when to share with me. She had opened up a whole new world for herself, and indeed both of us or her won volition, and I did not want to barge in and start pestering her, or calling the shots, when she seemed to be coming along so well on her own. Experience with Pushpa (and my other 'normal' girlfriends), had taught me that when dealing with women, its best to be slow, deliberate, and non-pushy. I decided to take that approach with Samina too.
A few months later, my company sent me to their manufacturing plant in Vietnam, and I dreaded the thought of being away from my lovely Samina for a period of nearly 8 months. Samina herself was quite besides herself, and told me that she was not sure how she would handle this long separation. As she had just started a very good job herself, the alternative was that she either quit and come with me, or stay back. The job paid very well, and both of us agreed that quitting only a few weeks after joining would be a very bad long term career move, so she had to stay back. So turning my back on a tearful wife, with a heavy heart I went to the airport.
The first few weeks were the toughest. I missed Samina a lot, and while the long phone conversations helped a lot, they were no substitute for being together. Samina left me in no doubt that she missed me. Since it had been a while since the time she showed me the pics, I had started to thing that he cuckolding me was maybe over. Perhaps she felt that it was enough and there was no need for more. I felt sorry about that, but did not push the matter. although on more than one occasion during our phone conversations, I nearly blurted out that while she may not have me there for emotionally, she could at least satisfy her physical needs by bedding other men.
It came as a surprise, but Samina, got the idea to take monthly "themed" pictures of herself, encrypt and send them to me one day, and the password a week later. It was my job to try and figure out what the theme was. It was a great idea. Samina has a sparkling personality and a smile to knock anyone out so I couldn't wait to see what she would devise. Being the little devil she is she would send the encrypted pictures. The week of waiting for the password was excruciating. But the wait was worth it when it finally arrived.
I could barely wait to decrypt the photo files when I got back to my place. It was the most difficult drive I've ever had; torn between keeping my eyes on the road and imagining what kind of pictures she had sent me. I was fairly confident that they would of her fucking someone.
It was February and it was easy to pick out the theme she'd chosen. There were a slew of wonderful pictures of her standing in our bedroom in ski clothes, even though the nearest ski slopes were several hundred miles away, but I appreciated the effort she had put into selecting and obtaining a thematic costume. One by one as I went through the pictures. Samina had clearly decided to tease me with either the pose or the amount, or lack of, clothing. She started with pictures of her striking silly poses, her scarf wrapped around her long, sexy neck, the hood of her jacket pulled over her hair. Pictures with her tongue out, pictures of her pulling the hood down staring sexily into the camera. Then she turned her ass toward the camera, slipping the jacket off. Picture by picture she began disrobing for each subsequent picture. Her ski pants suspenders were pulled out, her thumbs hooked in them, a wicked smile on her face. My body began warming at the photos; her smile had me enraptured and the world melted away when I stared at her perfect grin. But just as she got down to her tee shirt and shorts the theme stopped. I was crushed at first, until I decrypted the next file, which contained a few more pictures.....and boy these were worth waiting for!
She wore the traditional dress we got married in and teased me with various pictures of her in the dress and slightly pulling up the gaharara (long loose skirt), to expose her long legs in stockings. Some pictures were shot from above and some; the best were shot from below, up through her dress and legs. I wondered if they had been taken by the same guys she had been fucking when she had first shown me pictures or her activities with other men. But the pictures that followed showed that she had taken them herself, leaving me feeling a little disappointed.
The pictures were perfect; they displayed almost her entire legs, without showing her panties at all; simply implying they were there. The next outfit was a green t-shirt pulled tight from the waist to the neck in that wonderful 'country girl', style and the tightest pair of white shorts you could ever imagine. It was in these pictures that she started exposing more and more of her ass, giving me that sexy, inviting, look over her shoulder—knowing that it is my favorite look of hers.
The culminating picture, was of the shirt pulled up just underneath her breasts, her legs spread in a standing V and her thumbs hooked into waist of those wonderfully tight shorts, pulling them down just to the top of her panty line. Suddenly I was hungry and couldn't figure out why. I laughed, fondly recalling just how much I loved performing oral sex on her.
The next set of pictures, was of her in a red nightie and on the bed. I couldn't think of a better place for her to be. She was holding the camera shooting down at her face and then had set it off to the side of the bed for the next shots. On her back, Samina stuck a leg into a v-shaped arch and tilted herself up on her elbows and leaned her head back. Her pronounced neck was just begging to be nibbled on. Then she had found my guitar, and decided to befriend it. She pulled the bedspread down over the bed and spread it out on the floor and laid on it with the guitar in front of her completely naked body!!!! I hadn't had sex with anything except my hand for a while, and here was my beautiful wife completely naked but hiding behind my wonderful acoustic guitar.
Just before my temperature shot through the roof, the last picture was of the guitar standing on end, straight up into the air. Samina sat behind the guitar, her legs spread to each side of the guitar as she leaned forward against it; hiding all of her vital "girl" parts. The pictures were wonderful, so absolutely wonderful. I got hard just looking at them and couldn't look at them enough. I can't remember the number of times I masturbated to them, shut down the laptop, only to turn it back on and enjoy them again.
The phone call that night was pure torture; Samina spent the entire time laughing at my enjoyment of the pictures. She was so happy that they worked for me so well and I told her that I planned on enjoying them routinely. And I did just that.
As the days passed I looked at those pictures over and over again, happy that I had such a sexy, fun and open wife. Nothing got me through those days of work and misery being away from her without the knowledge that I could go back to the hotel, and be able to view pictures again. There was only one problem though. The pictures, as wonderful as they were, were difficult to enjoy. Her true sexiness and sensuality was not being fully captured because she had to operate the camera by herself. She was forced to either hold the camera and try to get good angles or she set it on the timer and tried to get into position before it snapped the picture. I wondered how much better the pictures would have been if she had someone to take them for her and decided that I would talk to her about it.
I wondered why she had not asked one of her the men who had taken the earlier set of photographs of her fucking, to take more pictures. I reasoned that because these were just some teaser shots, probably taken at the spur of the moment, she had taken them herself. I was sure that better, more erotic poses and shots would soon follow. Still, I resolved to talk to her about the pictures.
Samina wasn't shocked when we talked and I expressed my thoughts. To her credit, agreed that they would have come out better if someone had taken them for her.
"Don't get me wrong babe," I told her; "I absolutely love them." I assured her because she sounded a bit disappointed.
"I know honey," she replied.
God, that's what I love about that woman. She isn't like any woman I've ever known, except Pushpa. I could be so open and honest with her simply because she seemed to be a step ahead of me in everything. At times I felt like a little boy in front of her or maturity and ability to outguess, and out think me.
"But I was thinking that.....” Samina deliberately let her question stay open.
"What were you thinking then?" I asked a bit to eagerly.
"Well," she laughed and the paused. "I was thinking I could see if someone wouldn't mind taking next month's spread."
I loved her word choice, my mind wandering to wonderful places. "You would be okay with that?"
She paused. "Yeah, why not? What do you think?"
"Oh I don't know," I answered honestly. "I think it would be great. Then I could soak up all of you and not have your arm in every picture." We shared a laugh but the other end of the phone got quiet. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yeah," she answered. "I was just thinking about it and how much nicer the pictures would be if someone else took them."