Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I agreed, picturing the possibilities already. Her question broke my thoughts. "You wouldn't mind it?"

I laughed. "Oh come on darling! You know full well that I would absolutely not! Why would I. I mean, I have already seen pictures of you taken by other men while you were being fucked by them. So why would I mind you posing sexily for a man? I guess it could depend on who you had taking the pictures. Did you have anyone in mind?" As much as I wanted to, I did not ask if she intended to send me new, 'action' pictures.
"Well, no, not really," she giggled. "This was your idea mister, remember to have me pose for someone else." She said demurely.
"Yeah, I do. Well would you want a guy to do it?" I played along.
"A guy?" she asked tentatively, then snickered.
"Yeah," I said, laughing softly. I loved the role of shy, demure wife that was playing. "Our closest friends are the guys who come over for poker and football. Any one of them would work as they are all single at the moment." I offered helpfully, laughing at the same time.
Samina guffawed. "I don't know about that, honey. I mean, I know I couldn't do it with one of my girlfriends. You wouldn't have a problem with one of the guys taking pictures of me in the house without you around?"
I thought before answering. What was she up to. Why this sudden desire to make sure that I was OK about everything. It's not like she had any such inhibitions in the past. I racked my brains but could not think of a good reason. But I was certain that her devious mind was up to something, so I slowly said, "no, I wouldn't mind. I trust those guys and I need to see you and if this is the way it has to be I'd be willing to under one condition."
"What is that?" she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"That you get those damn pictures to me immediately!" I laughed and she joined me.
That broke the ice and we worked out the details of the who, what and when of the next picture session. To us communication is so incredibly important especially when doing something like this with me out of the country. To me it seemed that for reason Samina was taking a step backward. From being the supremely confident, assertive, go-getter, she was now concerned about what I might think, and I was in two minds whether or not I liked her this way. Part of me felt good that she was soliciting my opinion, but another, perhaps bigger part was sorry that she was regressing. It had been so much more exciting when she had just done it, and presented me with a fait accompli. Now I had to think and analyze, it was so much easier to be just told that it had been done.
We agreed that my friend Steve would be the one she'd ask. He was a a likable guy, about our age with a great personality and was someone to whom Samina had taken a shine to to right from the beginning. They got along well, because he was a genuinely nice and simple guy, one who made people around him feel comfortable. He could hold his drink, and not turn into a fool either.
"Could I still do the pictures I was planning?" She asked me softly.
“What the hell is going on here?” I thought. “Why is she still behaving so strangely? Particularly now, when she has already fucked other men, and knows I love that she did?” It didn't make any sense to me. Much later, long after my return home, was I to find out that this 'game' she was playing had a real purpose behind it. But for now, I only thought of it as a game. Perhaps she got off on role playing a shy, scared wife, who wanted to proceed along a certain path, but was afraid to do so, and wanted her husband's approval all along the way.
Not knowing what she was really up to, I tried to play along "Stop!" I ordered, not wanting to hear what she had planned. "I want this to be a surprise for me, don't ruin it." I had hoped that my tone would convey to her what I really hoped to see.
"But honey, some of them could be racy," she warned. She was so cute using the word 'racy'.
"I know," I shrugged. "Hell, that's what I'm hoping for." Again, I was desperate for her to figure out that I wanted to see her getting fucked, but a big cocked guy. And having seen Steve in our gym locker room, I knew that he was fairly well endowed. Not the largest swinging cock I had ever seen, but still large enough for me to envy him. But instead of saying so directly, I played her game.
"Okay," she said in a firm voice, "let's do it. This could be fun."
With Samina's agreement, I contacted Steve and told him what Samina and I were thinking. "Are you sure about this?" he asked me. The skepticism was anticipated.
"Yes, dude," I told him. "Samina is doing this thing where she comes up with some theme of the month and sends me the pics. They're great but we both agree that they'd be better if she could just model and had someone to take the pictures. I trust you and know the pictures would be great. Plus she likes you a lot, and feels comfortable around you so that will make feel better too."
"I'm not going to lie," he replied, "I wouldn't mind doing it; Samina is definitely cool and there's no secret that she's beautiful. I just wouldn't want to fuck anything up and have you guys get mad at me."
"How would you do that?" I asked, all the while hoping that he would 'fuck up'!
He didn't have an answer for me.
"Don't worry about it, I told him. You are the guy that we trust and we are all adults. Both her and I know that there will be some sexy pictures that might be uncomfortable for both of you but we both trust you and know that we wouldn't trust anyone else with taking the pictures or what you might see when taking them." I tried to make Steve feel like he would be doing us a huge favor.
Steve admitted he was interested and had no problem checking out my hot wife if I didn't mind. "Not at all," I laughed.
Samina and I had never told any of our friends about her recent dabbling in some 'extracurricular' activities, so Steve had no idea about that, I doubt if he could have even guessed. As far as he was concerend, he was simply taking pictures of Samina. It's not like she hadn't been out in public in a bikini before and it's not like Steve had never seen her dressed like that. We had gone to the beach many times with our Steve (and other friends) and his girlfriend/s, and Samina had never hesitated to don skimpy bikinis in front of them. The only difference this time would be that Steve and her would be alone on location to do a photo shoot. I told Steve that I would finalize the plans with Samina and she would contact him directly to finalize details.
Samina and I finished making the plans for the upcoming weekend. She would call Steve and directly give him all of the details of what she had in mind, so as to not ruin the surprise for me.
The rest of the week seemed to drag and, because of the time difference, I couldn't talk to Steve until the weekend. He's truly a stand-up guy; he called me that Saturday morning (their time), to confirm I was still okay with all of this. Absolutely, I was! Samina and I talked before the shoot beforehand.
"How are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm a little nervous sweetie" she admitted, continuing 'the game'. "But you are right; it's not like Steve hasn't seen me in all the small bikinis I have and we've been friends for a while now, it's ridiculous to think this is anything different. It will be fun and I can't wait until you see them."
"Me either," I agreed.
"So I am going honey," there was a little hesitancy in Samina's voice.
"Are you okay, sweety?"
"Yes," she answered. "I just hope this goes well."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Steve is your friend and he's going to be taking the pictures," she paused, "I just don't want it to be weird around him when we see each other after this. It's not like you're going to be around for a while and I don't want him reacting weirdly."
"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "He's not going to. I mean, he'll definitely enjoy looking at you but Steve knows the lines. He won't cross them.....not without our permission."
"Huh? Our permission."
"Yes, honey," I laughed. "He'd only say or do something if we let him." I was tiring of the game, and wanted Samina to go back to her old self.
"Well," she said determinedly, "that's not going to happen but he's definitely going to see a lot of me." Samina dashed my hopes.
"You are such a tease," I said, a little miffed.
“What on earth was up with her? What the hell was she up to? Should I just come out an ask her?”All these thoughts went through my mind, but I decided to be prudent and patient. I trusted Samina and knew that if she was playing a game, there had to be a good reason for it, and the outcome would probably be something truly mind-blowing.
"I know." I could see her smile from the other side of the world. "Okay, time to go honey."
"I love you baby," I smiled, already picturing her sexiness out there for my friend to see. "Have fun."
"I will call you after we're done," she said.
"Okay sweetie." I said hanging up.
The hours passed slowly, and I tried to occupy myself with surfing the internet. I left the room for a work out, got something eat, watched some TV, anything I could to distract myself. I wondered what might be happening, what they would doing and it was so powerfully erotic. It consumed all of my energy and all of my thoughts. When Samina finally called I was on the brink of going insane, but in a good way.
"Hey baby," the joy in her voice relieved all the pressure that had built up.
"Hey gorgeous! How was it?" I couldn't wait to hear the details and Samina knew it. She wasn't going to torture me.
"Oh baby," she started, "you are going to love the pictures. We went through them after we were done and they're amazing. You were so right that they'd come out better if we had someone else do them and they did. I can't wait for you to see them."
I couldn't wait either. I wanted to know everything but I didn't want a clue about them either. I just needed to know that Samina was okay.
"Oh, it was fine," she answered. "I was being silly for worrying. You were right; Steve was incredibly sensitive and respectful. I didn't know what I was thinking. Anyways, I am really tired right now, so I'm going to email them first thing tomorrow morning darling. Oh, and by the way, the password is the date we first met. The pictures will be in an encrypted file, I don't like the idea of sending them out plain and open.” I completely agreed with her on this one.
That was the longest nine hours of my life.. In the meantime Steve and I wrote emails to each other. He thanked me for the chance to take pics of Samina and he constantly commented on her beauty. I thanked him for doing this for us and he said he should be the one to thank me. We agreed that if Samina wanted to, and if I enjoyed the pictures, we would ask him to take next month's shoot as well.
Finally, after checking for what must have been the thousandth time, I saw an email from Samina in my inbox. It had a large encrypted attachment. But, I waited until I got back to my room before opening it. I figured that if I waited this long I could wait the few minutes to get back to my room before opening them. I knew what I was going to do and how I was going to react once I saw them.
The pictures started out in the driveway. Samina was dressed in very short shorts and a bikini top, cleaning her Jeep. I laughed; she knew I loved her in a bikini! How much sexier could she be? There were lots of shots of her just cleaning it, lots of white, bubbly soap all over the Jeep, her hands and arms and her chest. Samina bent over the hood and looked back over her shoulder. Bending over at the waste to clean the tires. There was something so sexy about the white soap all over her arms and nearly naked chest. Then the water hose came out. She held it close to her body as if embracing it. She squirted it, a wide smile on her face as it shot out. There were pics of her shooting the water in the air and it raining back down on her, soaking her skin, wetting her shorts. The material of the shorts clung to her ass as they got wetter. The last outdoor picture was one of Samina pouring a bucket of clean water over her head, soaking her dark hair to her skull and completely drenching her shorts.
I was so hot looking at the pictures. My cock was rock hard and I had already been stroking myself for a few minutes. The next email was simple titled “Inside!”. I rapidly typed in the decryption password and started browsing the photographs. Samina was standing inside our sun room; staring the camera, her thumbs hooked in her shorts waistband; her eyes teasing the camera.
I was dying looking at her seductive eyes and I just knew that Steve had to be as well. The pics that followed showed Samina slowly starting to peel her shorts down her legs, leaving her standing in just her bikini top and bottom.. She towelled her hair, pulling her breasts up and her dark, long curly hair bounce out in ringlets. The next pic had Samina wrap the towel around her shoulders, dbanging it over her breasts, covering them. Next she reached behind her and pulled the top of her bikini top string. I was shocked; was she really going to untie her top? I mean, we had talked about her getting sexy in the pics but I had no idea that she was planning on getting naked or exposing herself to Steve! She had acted so chaste and worried when we had talked about letting Steve take her pictures!
I didn't have to wait long. The next picture showed her standing with just the towel just below her breasts, the bikini top dangling from her pinched thumb and finger. I couldn't believe it! My wife had exposed her breasts to my friend! And I was totally hot. I don't know what I couldn't believe more; the fact that Samina had taken off her top or the fact that I enjoyed the fact that she did.
It was one thing to see pictures of her fucking another man, I did not know him, he was just some guy she had met at the gym, but to see her display those lovely breasts to a close friend of mine, was something else! It was erotic as hell! Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe she was not really playing a game, but was genuinely worried about how I would take her posing sexily for a friend of mine. Someone we say quite often, someone who was clearly very fond of her, and someone she liked as well. Suffice to say that I was not entirely correct in my assessment, as I would find out much later.
With shaking hands I went over to the next picture. Samina was leaning against the glass door, her breasts covered by her hands and her waist thrust out towards the camera. Steven must have dropped to her knees because the camera was level with Samina's waist. Next, Samina stayed leaning back against the door but her hands were no longer covering her breasts, they were now busy tugging at the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms. An incredibly naughty and sexy grin plastered on her face.
I swallowed hard, my rock hard cock throbbing!
Next came THE picture! One I both feared and loved. Steve must have backed away to take it. I could see all of Samina. Her bikini bottom lay in a heap at her feet, which were spread apart. She was now completely naked, her wet hair clung to her chest but it was easy for me, and for Steve, to see her in all of her naked beauty. She radiated sexiness.
Next, Samina stretched her arms above her head, pulling her breasts up and squatted to the floor, making a v-shape with her wide-open legs. Steve had snuck closer and the next picture showed that he was very close to her pussy with the camera. Just at the top of the picture it was easy to see one of Samina's hands slipping toward her wet lips.
A slight change of scenery showed Samina laying on the floor in the sun room, her legs spread and her hands pinching her nipples. I know that, Steve had to have hovered over her with the camera, shooting down at her as she pinched her nipples. The last picture showed her middle finger on her clit. Samina was masturbating for the camera! For Steve and for me. It was incredibly hot and I shot my load all over my hand. I couldn't wait to talk to my wife!!!
The next morning she was slightly cautious when she answered the phone. "What did you think of the pictures?"
"Babe, they were wonderful. Sexy. Hot. Just simply amazing."
The relief was evident. "Really? You think so?"
"Of course," I answered. "God babe, you were so hot; so sexy."
"I'm glad you think so," she said. "It wasn't planned to be like that. I wanted to do the outside and inside shot but I got so hot just doing the Jeep shots that when I got inside I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum."
"So, you planned on getting naked?"
"Yes," she answered. "I told you they pics were going to be racy. You don't mind, do you?"
I couldn't lie. "Absolutely not! They were so hot babe. I can't tell you how hot they made me."
"Oh yeah," she asked. "Did you jerk off to them?"
"Yep," I smirked. "A couple of times."
"Nice," she commented. "Then I can't wait until you see next month's pics."
Neither could I.
I couldn't wait to see what my wife, Samina, had planned for her third month's picture shoot for me. The first two months were some of the hottest pics I had of my wife. She was relieved that not only did I mind that it was Steve, who had taken hot pics for me, to include her masturbating, but that I didn't mind it happening again. In fact I encouraged it. The fact that my best friend, Steve, had taken the shots for her made it that much hotter and, God knows, waiting for these pics to come in made the time away go by faster.