Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Another picture and more kissing, this time one of Steve's hands moved up and gripped Samina's breast, pinching her nipples. Another picture and this time the kissing was finally broken, only because Steve had gone down to kiss Samina's breasts. Her one free hand was wrapped in Steve's hair and, again, her mouth was wide open again. It was obvious that Samina was starting to warm up again and I was about to go over the edge. She knew what she was doing to me to do this with Steve and take pictures. She knew me so well that without a doubt she understood just how turned on I was going to be from seeing it. Here was one of my best friend's sucking on my naked wife's tits in front of the camera. He knew she was taking pictures because he was staring at the camera in the next picture, smiling at it.

Next Samina had pulled the camera closer to her body and shot down towards her pussy revealing Steve's hand on the vibrator. Next picture and the vibrator was deeper in my wife's pussy. Next and it was out again. Obviously Samina wanted me to know that Steve was fucking her with the vibrator. The next picture was of Samina, on her stomach, her legs pulled closely together and the obvious signs I knew pointed at the fact that she had cum again. She was smiling at the camera.
The last picture of the package was a shot of Samina's head on Steve's leg. He was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, his pants still on. Samina's mouth was near his crotch and his hands were in her hair. The best part of the picture was that Samina had one hand over Steve's obvious bulge and she was making her infamous 'Oh' face.
I masturbated long and hard to the package of pictures as I flipped through them again before I called Samina. "Hey baby," I said when I had her on the phone. "I got your package."
"Oh yeah," she said sexily, "how did you like them?" The confidence in her voice was amazing.
"There are awesome babe. God, you are so sexy.
"Thank you sweety," she said. "I hope you enjoy them until next month's shoot."
"Ah, that won't be a problem."
"So," she paused, "did you like my little unplanned detour?"
The question hung in the air. I had to answer it honestly, she knew me too well. If I said anything but the truth she'd see right through it any way. "Babe, it was so hot to see you two making out."
"Just making out? I'm surprised."
"Well, it was hot to see him sucking your tits."
"And using my vibrator on me?" she pushed.
I laughed. "Yes and using your vibrator."
"Did you like knowing that his hands and mouth were all over my breasts?"
"Yes, that was fucking hot," I couldn't lie.
"What about his hand so close to my pussy?"
I could tell Samina was loving hearing my reactions and how she could make me feel. "It almost threw me over the top. I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"So you really liked it then?" she concluded. "Good. I thought you would."
"Oh I did," I paused.
"But?" she pressed.
"I just wish I could be there to have seen it," I admitted. "It was so hot there were so many things pictures couldn't communicate."
"It was so hot too babe," Samina teased. "I wish you could have been there."
"Me too," I admitted. "Did he touch you?"
"What, my pussy? No, I wouldn't let him. There are boundaries. "
"Oh yeah, and what are those?" I laughed.
"Whatever we agree to," she answered. "Remember, this is about me and you and us keeping our life fun and exciting until you get your ass back here. Wherever it goes is only where we want it to. With a few surprises."
We both burst out laughing.
"You know I trust you," I said. "You know I love your surprises."
"Good," she said proudly, "but seriously, I don't think I am quite ready to have a friend of your's fuck me just yet. It's one thing to fuck a stranger, but a friend? Well that can cause complications and I don't want to deal with those.”
“I understand darling,” I said. “And in a way I agree, even though I am a bit disappointed. Even so, these pictures you have sent me have been far more erotic and arousing than the one's you showed me of you fucking.”
Samina laughed. “I know darling, that is what I intended them to be! I am glad you enjoyed them. I can't wait for you to come home now.”
“Me to darling, just a 3 more days to go.” I said as was said our good-byes and hung up.
I returned home, fully hoping and expecting Samina to continue fucking other men. Since these early photographs, she had not to the best of my knowledge slept with anyone else. In fact she had dashed my unstated hope that she would sleep with Steve.
The days immediately following my arrival were filled with us catching up. We took Steve out for dinner to thank him for being the photographer. The poor fellow was embarrassed no end, saying that it was his pleasure (he shot Samina a smile when he said that), and then insisted on paying for our rather expensive meal at one of the top restaurants in town.
After that life was pretty mundane. Both Samina and I were very busy at our respective jobs, and the days seemed to just fly by. Although we made sure to make our daily trips to the gym, where thankfully Samina was still quite bold in her dress, and clearly loved having all those male eyes ogle her. At least that was something I could enjoy.
Finally, one day I decided that I needed to talk to her. The patient approach not working, I needed to know what was going on with her. Our own sex life was as great as ever, but I could not help shake the feeling that sometime she had sex with me, more out of a sense of duty than anything else, even though she appeared to enjoy it immensely every time. Now mind you, I do know my short-comings, and try to make up for them. My dick is on the small side of the average range in both length and girth, and stamina, while not bad is not exceptional either. But I made up for that but giving her long sensual massages, using her vibrators one her, and perform lots of oral sex before fucking her, as by then she would be so aroused that she would almost always orgasm by my penetration. The problem was that often, she would orgasm when I was still doing oral on her, but she would still let me fuck her, at times like that I felt that she was doing it more out of a sense of duty, than desire.
So with not a little trepidation, I steeled myself and brought up the subject. We were having dinner, with some red wine. “Samina, is everything alright?” I asked, my tone very serious.
“Of course darling, why?” Samina took a sip of her wine and smiled at me reassuringly.
“I don't know, I can't place a finger on it, but it seems like you are not... well it seems like something is bothering you, or you are confused about something.” I said.
“No..no.. nothing like that darling.” Samina said a little unsure of herself.
“So something is the matter?” I sipped my wine.
“Welll...I don't know.... maybe..... I have been feeling a little listless and guilty lately.” She confessed, looking at me straight in the eyes.
“Guilty? Why darling? Guilty about what?” I was very concerned now.
“You know....” Samina's voice broke, and I saw tears in her eyes.
I reached out and touched her hand soothingly. “What is the matter darling? Please tell me.”
Samina started to weep softly. “I am so sorry sweetie, I should not have slept with those men. I can't tell you how guilty I feel about that.”
“Why? I don't mind that you did. Actually I am glad you did.” I tried to console her, but with little effect.
Samina sipped her wine again, and was now weeping openly. “It's not you, it's me. I just feel like I betrayed us. It was wrong darling, and I am so sorry. I have destroyed those pictures. I am so ashamed, and I am sorry to have done that to you.”
“It's OK darling,” I said. “You have betrayed no one. I still love you as much as I ever did, and will always love you. There is absolutely no need for you to feel guilty.” Then I took a deep breath. “I was so happy to be your cuckold, but if you no longer want to do it, then don't. Your happiness is all that matters to me.”
“You were genuinely happy to be a cuckold?” Samina's voice registered a bit of a surprise.
“Yes I was!” I said. “Believe me, nothing is more erotic than the thought of you having fun with other men.”
Samina, wiped her eyes, and tried to smile. “That makes me feel a little better, but still it feels wrong that I did it without your permission. The whole thing could have blown up in my face.”
“But it didn't!” I said
“I know, I got lucky!” Samina had a distant look in her eyes.
“No, it was not luck, you had me pegged perfectly, you judged my character brilliantly, and that is why you did what you did. And seriously I can't understand why you are feeling remorse now.” I kissed my lovely wife on a cheek. “In fact, I was hoping you would take it further and do more, I was really hoping you would sleep with Steve!”
Samina smiled. “I thought you might have been. In fact Pushpa had said you would be, but I didn't quite believe her.”
“Pushpa! What has she got to do with it?” I was surprised that Samina was still in communication with my old girlfriend.
“Well, I needed someone to talk to, and she was the only one I could think of. She had warned that I might feel remorse later. And she was right.” Samina explained.
“I see, but what about your posing for Steve, didn't you feel bad about doing that?” I asked.
“Of course not darling, I love showing off my body. I don't feel like I am breaking any vows, when I show off. And that was why, while I was happy to pose for him, I kept myself in check and did not let him fuck me, even thought I knew he wanted to, and so did I!” Samina explained.
Suddenly it all made sense. She genuinely was worried and upset about what she had done, and this time wanted to be sure that I would not object to having a guy take racy shots of her.
“I understand darling. What else did Pushpa tell you?” I was really curious.
“Oh not much, she helped calm me down, and basically tell me that my worries regarding your reaction were completely unfounded and that I had a good deal here, all I had to to was to take it. She told me that she would be more than happy to help me along with any advice.” Samina was fully composed now.
“And do you intend to take advice from her?” I asked, hoping that she would say yes.
“I don't know darling, it was her advice that led me to have sex, no fuck, those other men, so I am not sure if its a good idea for me to take her advice again.” Samina said.
“I see,” I said taking a deep sigh. “As you wish darling.” I hid my disappointment.
“I will continue to talk to her as a friend, I like her a lot, but that is about it. You won't mind that, will you?” Samina smiled.
“Of course not darling.” I smiled back. In my mind I had already decided to approach Pushpa for advice myself. If Samina could reach out to her, then why couldn't I?
Pushpa's advice to me was simple enough. I had to slowly, but steadily reinforce in Samina's mind that I wanted to be cuckolded by her, but at the same time, I had to defer to her decision on whether or not she wanted to do it. Pushpa told me that the biggest mistake most men in my position make is that we try to 'top from the bottom', meaning that we try and dictate how our spouses behave, when what we really need to do is let them lead the way at their own pace, not ours. Pushpa told me to be patient, and let Samina grow at her own speed. The payoff would be immense.
Putting Pushpa's advice into play was easier said than done. I had to approach Samina rather deviously, without being obvious. So rather than outright tell her about it, I started dropping hints, about how I wished she had not destroyed those pictures. Initially Samina appeared to be a bit cross that I said that but eventually she accepted it.
“So you really wish I had not destroyed those photographs?” Samina said one night, as we lay in bed, and she caressed my erect, throbbing penis. It was her time of month, so any sexual activity was out of the question.
“Yes, darling I really do. They are all I would have had to remind me of the fact that once I was a cuckold.” I said.
“WOW, I had no idea they meant so much to you.” Samina snickered, as my cock jumped in her grip.
“Oh its not that,” I said. “I mean, I would not be missing them if.....” I did complete the sentence, letting Samina draw her own conclusions. Which if she did, she kept to herself.
Conversations such as this was how I tried to keep Samina from forgetting that she had once happily cuckolded me, and that she had nothing to worry about if she wanted to do so again.
Once in a while, when we watched porn together, I would deliberately get movies where the wife was cheating, or cuckolding her husband. My goal was self-explanatory, but yet again, Samina proved inscrutable. I was not sure if she was taking my hints, or was upset that I continued to push her in a direction she did not want to go. She did not say any word one way or the other. But I did note, that while watching the porn together, she did enjoy caressing my erect penis a lot.
So I turned to Pushpa again for advice. She assured me that her own conversations with Samina had convinced that my wife was not completely averse to cuckolding me again, but that she need just a little more of a nudge to go through with it, and Pushpa offered me some ideas on how to about it. I felt myself blush and feel a little embarrassed as she spoke, but could not think of a reason to disagree with her.
A few days later, when watching a porno flick where a white woman married to man with a small prick cuckolded him with a black guy with a massive one. I took a deep breath, as I felt my hard cock twitch at Samina's touch, and decided to jump in completely and do as Pushpa had advised.
“I don't blame that woman for wanting to have another man.” I said softly.
“Oh, why?” Samina let go of my cock and looked at me.
“I mean look at the two men, I can't imagine her husband satisfying her the way that black guy can.”
“Hmmm..... yeah I guess you are right.” Samina said thoughtfully as she looked pointedly at my erect penis, and then up at the screen. “I guess I can't argue with that.” She said softly, as she squeezed my cock in her fist, the head just barely peeking out of it.
When Pushpa had told me about what to say to Samina, I was embarrassed about it, hearing her say that I had a small pencil-dick was embarrassing enough, even though I knew that she had known about it, but still hearing someone say something like that is a lot different than just knowing that they know. Having to admit it to my wife was mortifying, and then seeing her compare it to the black cock on the screen, and that too very pointedly was demeaning, yet very erotic at the same time. There was no turning back now for me. Pushpa had also told me that it was not uncommon for women to feel bad after sleeping with another man, and that my reaction to Samina's concern was perfect and would go a long way towards bringing her around to cuckolding me again.