Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Clearly he had some explaining to do?” I asked.

“Yes, he did. So he began. 'Samina, when I made our date, I had forgotten that this was our poker night. Jim, Ben, Hal and I get together one night a month and this is the night. This month they were scheduled to be at our house. I was hoping that perhaps you would be willing act as hostesses for us, while we played poker, as she would be leaving with Herb. I hope that's OK with you?'”
“'Gee, Allan” I said to him. “I don't mind at all. I'll be happy to so. But would you mind if I changed into something more appropriate and comfortable? What I have on now, is not really meant for cooking and hostessing.”
“'Don't worry, Samina,' he said. 'Go ahead and change, in fact why don't you wear what we bought at the mall. I think its a very cute outfit and you looked smashing in it!'”
"Well, sweetheart," Samina said to me, "I decided to take his advice. I did not mind acting as hostess to the guys/ After all I have to admit the guys were all pretty good looking and as I thought about it I began to get turned on by the idea of them seeing as much of me as they could, as the outfit I had bought for me was quite revealing. Actually I had chosen it myself, and I had insisted in paying for it, even though he had not even seen me try it on. I think he liked that it looked tight and revealing! Well see for yourself.” Samina laughed. As she modelled her ridiculously short, tight denim skirt, and a very low cut silk spaghetti strap top, that was that was at least a size too small for. Her cleavage was clearly visible, and it looked like her breasts were just a deep breath away from tearing the fabric.
"I went to the bedroom to change, and then came out the den where the men had gathered and was introduced to them! I got goose bumps as I went from man to man and shook their hands. They each looked me up and down very closely and every one of them said, 'Nice dress, Samina. Very nice dress.' A couple even whistled!”
I smiled and held her hand, staring lovingly into her eyes, as she continued. "I asked them what they all wanted to drink and went into the kitchen to get the refreshments. the men some refreshments. Actually I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was sure that I would get his money's worth today, even though at that point I had no intention or desire to sleep with him, he was just a friend, and I did not want him to find out that I was easily available!” Samina pointed out and I nodded.
"My word, Samina, what happened then?" I couldn't wait to hear more. This was getting more and more interesting. "What did you do then?"
"I went back the den with the drinks, and again the guys hollered, and whistled, tell me that the dress was very appropriate for the occasion. The whole lot of them cheered. I told them to behave, or I would go and change into the track pants and sweatshirt I had brought with me in case I had to work outside as it was mildly chilly. There was a chorus of 'Why of course, Samina.' 'Sure, Samina.' 'Absolutely. We'll all be gentlemen.' 'Samina, we'll be better than good. We'll be outstanding.'!”
Samina had glint on mischief in her eyes, the kind she gets when she is in a particularly naughty mood.
"As the tumult quieted down, I served the drinks and pretzels. I was glad for the moment to leave the room. Things were getting a bit confusing. This is not what I had come prepared to do. I knew, though, that I was getting very turned on by the idea of so many men seeing me like this. I wondered what might happen. It certainly seemed that I had something more than just a day or me cooking for him. In fact I wondered if he intended for me cook at all.”
"Then what?" I prompted her.
"The first time I took them their drinks everything was fine. They looked me over pretty thoroughly but no one said anything, and they all kept their hands to themselves. The second time I went in alone and Ben asked my why I had on underwear. 'What are you trying to hide from us, Samina?' he asked.”
“'Yes, Samina, that doesn't seem fair to us,' Jim responded.”
“I think I blushed a little and said, 'Well there's nothing much for you to see. Don't you like my underwear? I think it's very sexy.'”
“'Oh, from what we can see of it we agree,' Ben said. 'Maybe if you took off your skirt we could be more sure about that though.' 'I'll think about it,' I said and feeling naughty, seductively walked back to the kitchen.”
I could not help laughing. “You little vixen!”
Samina laughed. “Yes, I loved teasing them like that. In the kitchen I got busy whipping up some small eats, and told myself, that hose guys are getting a little frisky. I was not be too upset about it. I think it's fun to know that men are looking at me and that they like what they see. So I decided to play along enjoy myself. I fixed myself a strong drink and went upstairs to take a pee and to think things over. I decided that I would rather remove my panties, and keep the skirt and top on. Somehow I felt less vulnerable that way even though the guys could probably see more. When I looked at myself in the mirror I knew they could easily see my nipples. They couldn't see anything more because I was shaved. When I had finished my drink I made a big deal of parading back through the den. 'OK boys, are you satisfied?' I taunted as I circled their table. “
“'Yeah, Samina, that's more like it,' Hal confirmed. All Ben could say was 'Nice tits, Samina.' I felt my face get flushed and my pussy get wet at that comment. The realization as to how far this might go began to sink in and I was surprised at how excited that thought made me. And finally I began to understand what I had in mind. The question "
By this time Samina and I had made our way upstairs and were sitting on our bed. "Do you think this was all planned by Allan?" I asked.
"Oh course it was," Samina replied, "but I'll get to that later."
"Great. I love it!" I said. "But your story so far has gotten me as hard as a rock. I want to eat your pussy and then I'm going to add one more load to it." With that I pushed her back on the bed, flipped her skirt up above her waist and knelt in front of her, but she stopped me.
“You really don't want to do that right now Umer.” Samina pointed at the cum still leaking out of her.
I was sort of tempted to go for it, but could not. As I have said earlier, mentally I was not at the stage of being a true cuckold, one who would gladly lick up another man's cum from his wife pussy.
"How many loads are in here anyhow? It seems like there's a gallon." I said peeking between her legs.
"I lost count," Samina replied. "Each of the guys had me at least twice and some of them did me three or four times. I would guess that they must have left over a dozen loads in there and I swallowed one from each of them too."
“WOW!” That comment put me close to the edge. I would cum for sure. I quickly moved up over her and tried to plunge my hard cock into her dripping cunt.
"No sweetie!" she said "I am pretty sore down there. A couple of the guys were not only very well hung, but also rough as hell!"
"I can sure understand that, babe," I said softly as I lay down on top of her, my hard, throbbing penis resting on her vagina, feeling the wetness of all the cum in her. Such was my arousal, didn't take me more than thirty seconds of even soft rubbing against her, that I soon shot a huge hot load of my cum all over Samina's vagina and abdomen. At that point we were both so spent and exhausted that we fell asleep, as soon as she had cleaned up my ejaculate.
The next morning, I got up well before her, and made some coffee and breakfast, which I served her in bed. With her eyes, still sleepy, and her hair tousled, she looked like a tired angel. I let her sip the coffee and eat the omelet.
When she was wide-awake I asked her to finish telling me about what had happened. "Where did I leave off last night?" she asked.
"You had just taken off your underwear and paraded around the room in just your skirt and top," I reminded her.
"Oh, yes. The next time I went back into the den Ben said 'Samina, I was wondering why we can't see your beaver? I and Herb say it's because you're shaved. Is that true?' I think I turned a hundred shades of red. I also felt my pussy getting even that wonderful erotic feeling, that tickle of anticipation. I decided that the line had now been crossed and that there was no reason to fight it. I was going to get fucked by these guys and I was actually looking forward to it. I walked over and stood so that my pussy was just inches from Ben's face. I slowly lifted my skirt until I could see his eyes nearly pop out of his head. 'There, Ben, does that answer your question?' 'Yes, guys, its shaved...and it looks hot and ready,' was Ben's reply.”
“I realized that it was time to forget the pretense of poker and to get ready to poke me. 'My dear lady' he ordered, 'it's time for another round of beers served with a taco!'”
“Not being familiar with the term it took me a few seconds to realize what he meant but within a minute I had brought in a fresh beer for each of them. I then sat up on the game table in front of Allan, pulled up my skirt and spread my thighs. 'There's the taco that you paid for, master,' I said. I could feel my heart racing as I realized that five men were about to become intimately familiar with me. Allan wasted no time in leaning forward and beginning to finger me It was wonderful.”
“Then Herb joined him. As Herb and Allan fingered my pussy, in my haze of pleasure, it suddenly occurred to me that this was set up all along. They had all chipped in money so Allan could bid on me. But how could they have known that I would be so openly available to them?”
“Jim said, 'save some for the rest of us guys. Remember we helped pay for this too you know!' Confirming my suspicion that that the five guys had pooled their money so that Allan could 'buy' at the auction. Then Allan said, 'I must send Steve a thank you gift for telling me about you!' And suddenly the puzzle was complete. That is how they knew that I would be willing to spread my legs for them! I did not know whether to be mad at Steve, or to thank him!”
"Wow! Those scheming devils!" I said. "What a great idea Steve had. I wish I'd thought of it. Maybe I can try it sometime with some of the other guys... but aren't there rules as to how many men can fuck a 'slave'?" I laughed
"Well later I asked Allan if this sort of thing was common," Samina replied. "And he told me that it was indeed, adding that 8 other women were happy to truly sell themselves. He and the guys also promised not to tell anyone that I was a willing slut. And thanked me for it. When I asked him about their wives, he said that this was to be a one time deal only for them, as they had long held a fantasy to fuck a woman from my part of the world, and now that he and his friends had done that, they would not cheat on their wives again. I didn't quite believe that, but said nothing.”
"Go on with your story. Then what happened?" I asked her.
"The poker game turned into an orgy. When Jim made his comment about having helped pay for me, I beckoned him over to the where I could reach him and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his cock (which wasn't easy because it was pretty big and very hard) and then I proceeded to blow him, as I played with Ben's hard cock at the same time. This left Hal out so I reached over and began to stroke him with my other hand. Then Hal pushed Allan aside and became the first one of the group to fuck me. You can't believe the feeling when that first cock slipped into me. It felt so forbidden but it felt so good. I wished then that you could have been there to see it happen. I would love to have seen your face of them took their turn entering me. Each one of them was bigger than you are, you know!" Samina punctuated her point by smiling at me as she said that. I felt my cock jump again.
"Oh, Samina, I would have loved that too. Sometime we'll make that happen, I promise." I could not believe how erotic this experience was for me to hear her tell her story of rutting with multiple men. How she enjoyed it. How she wished I had been there to see her getting fucked hard. And I suppose to see my own inadequacy compared to them. Who would thought that my lusty wife was capable to this sort of behavior, when we had gotten married? a few weeks ago neither of us had given any thought to such unconventional behavior. I had just found out that my wife had been gangbanged...and we both loved it.
"How long did this all go on?" I asked.
"The men had planned to make a day of it. But Hal had to leave early in the evening t He fed me his 'sausage' before he left. The others stayed until I brought me home. They each gave me one last goodbye fuck.”
"Well, now I know what I meant last night when he said that you would be a big hit. I take it that the guys liked your shaved pussy?" I asked, my dick hard a rock.
"Oh, very much," Samina replied. "None of them had ever fucked a shaved one before. They were all particularly anxious to see what it was like to feel a smooth one, and I was happy to oblige them. I must say all the fingers roaming all over my pussy made for one very aroused me!”
"How'd that feel? Was it scratchy?" I asked.
"Only for a second," she replied. "Then my juices and the cum made it feel like velvet and I loved it all.”
"How many times did you cum?"
"I really don't know. A lot...an awful lot."
"I know that I have to cum one more time. Are you up to it?" I asked.
"For you, of course. I'm a good wife," she answered with a giggle, "but would you settle for a hand job? My pussy is really pretty sore right now."
“How about giving me a blow job?” I asked hopefully. Samina did not seem to keen on that, and fidgeted a little, so I decided not to push her. “But I'll take a hand job!” I said, making her smile. But I could not help but wonder why she was more than willing to blow all the guy's the previous day, but seemed not too happy to blow me? It did not matter at that point, as I was soon enjoying fucking her hand. Wow what a weekend this had turned out to be!
The encounter at Allen's seemed to have made a lasting impression on Samina. From that point on, any reluctance of shame that she might have felt about being a slut wife was gone to a very large extend. There were still men she might be hesitant about fucking, but now, she had a new sexual confidence about her. Like she knew what she wanted, and would get it no matter what. Social taboos, and norms be damned. I saw the change in her and liked it. Gone was the morose, stressed out Samina and in her place was the lovely woman I had married, but one who had now learnt to accept herself for what she was. Just as subconsciously I too was begging to accept her an my own true nature. I think as always, Samina was at least step, maybe even two or three ahead of me. She was maturing into the lifestyle faster than I was.
For me it was very disappointing that I had not been able to see Samina get fucked the last few times she had done it. For her it did not seem to matter that I was not there to see her enjoying herself, but rather, she had missed me, because she wanted me to see how inadequate I was compared to her lovers. I think that was why she was not too keen on giving me a blow job. She was still feeling those bigger cocks in her mouth, and did not want mine in there to take away from what she was feeling. Disappointment aside, I could almost understand why she felt that way, and that was what was so frustrating, I could not give her any argument why she was wrong, but subconsciously I believe she was right, even though I was not as yet ready to admit it to her or to myself.
Thus far, when I had watched Samina with Steve and Paco, it seemed like a game. A game of sexual pleasure that she received from them, and that I received from watching her with them. There was no deeper meaning to it. But things were about to take serious turn, in my cuckolding journey. It seemed per-ordained that it should happen now, as both of us had reached a stage where the next step could only have been one that was the first scoop of cement that would eventually plaster us to our respective roles. More than anything that had happened before, what happened next was truly an awakening for me, for Samina, it was just another encounter.
I think my wife Samina, had to a large extend started to compartmentalize our marriage. By that I mean that she had started to separate the emotional side of it from the physical. I was not there yet. To me it was still a fun game, while to her it was becoming more of a serious matter, a lifestyle choice, a way of life that would make her happy in every way.
After her last encounter with Allan and his friends, I remember feeling disappointed that I had not been able to watch her, a fact I mentioned to her one night. I think the disappointment in my voice probably made her feel sorry for me.
“Oh Umer, darling, I promise that the next two times I am with someone, I will insist that you be there to watch. OK?” She smiled at me.
“Thanks darling, I would love. I can't tell you how intensely erotic it is to see you that way!” I said.
“I am sure it must be!” Said Samina and then changed to subject to the latest gossip from her family back in Pakistan.