Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mr. Manchanda was active in the community and along with Samina and a few other people, was actively involved in fund raising efforts, and arranging social mixers and gathering. No 'desi' community gathering, or event was considered a success if he did not grace it with his presence. He and I often had discussions about how well the two communities seemed to blend together and become friends over here, yet back there, peace seemed like a remote dream. Definitely not the man I wanted to be witnessing our attempt at a rendezvous in this bar!

"Too late," I said as he saw me from the other end of the bar, and after paying for his drink he began walking towards us.
"hello Samina and Umer." Mr. Manchanda said in his usual friendly tone. "Out for a night on the town?"
"Uh - just having a drink, sir" I said.
"Have a seat, Mr. Manchanda," Samina said, always the courteous one.
"Yes, by all means," I said. "We were going to meet someone here, but I think we might be getting stood up."
"Oh?" Mr. Manchanda said as he slid into the seat opposite us. "I think you might be wrong about that... Umer."
I knocked over my glass, which was mercifully almost empty, and as we combined our efforts to clean up my mess I tried to think of something to say. Something to explain away what we were doing here, and I came up empty. "I...I....I.... had no idea it was you, Mr. Manchanda," I finally said. "Obviously, Samina never told me." I eyed my wife angrily, only see her smile at my discomfort.
"Hahaha, and I have had the advantage of knowing all along, thanks to Samina.," Mr. Manchanda said with a smile.
"This is very embarrassing," I admitted with a nod toward my wife, whose smile was getting wider. "What you must think of us?"
"It would be difficult for me to throw stones at anyone else, given the fact that I'm here as well," Mr. Manchanda declared. "Aren't we all looking for happiness? I think the fact that we met like this is rather special. You see, I've always been very attracted to Samina."
Samina smiled and said “Thank Raj.” It was apparent that she knew him well enough by now to call him by his first name.
"And Umer" Mr. Manchanda repeated. "Raj as well. Mr. Manchanda seems so formal, and we are all friends here right?"
I nodded slowly, racking my brains to figure out why Samina would pick him, and really hoping that he was the discrete kind, as he had promised.
"Like I was saying, I've always be very fond of Samina," Raj confessed. "So cute and such a tiny little thing too. Probably the most beautiful woman, I have seen since my wife passed away."
Samina blushed at that, and as I watched Raj's impeccably manicured hand reach over and pat Samina's hand softly, I couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight of his long dark fingers - such a stark contrast to the naturally lightly tanned skin he was touching. I knew Indian's and Pakistani's come in many shades, but by any standard Raj Manchanda was very very dark indeed, almost black.
How did I feel about this? I must confess that it was not prejudice, that worried me about Samina and Raj being together. Rather it was the fact that Raj was so intimately connected to so many other, important aspects of our lives. So there was a certain degree of trepidation involved when I would associate with someone from who could create serious problems for us both professionally, and in the community.
Raj Manchanda, on the other hand, was a respected member of our community, and did have his own reputation to protect, so that made me feel a little better that it was in his interest as well, to be discrete as well. Once again i decided to trust Samina's judgement. She seemed to have sixth sense about these things, and thus far had always been spot on.
"So I leave this up to you two," Raj said as he drained his drink and set the glass back down. "I understand completely if you would rather not continue with the plan, but I assure you that I'm most interested and am not bothered at all by the fact that we already know each other a little. Either way, no one besides us will ever know a thing about our meeting like this." Raj said confidently.
I looked at Samina, who was smiling. Her look told me that she wanted to continue.
"We would still meet socially, and that will be nice. And Umer, you needn't worry about your career, I can assure you that your response tonight whether yes or no, will have no bearing on our professional relationship.” Raj said, and such was his reputation for honesty, that I believed him.
I exchanged glances with Samina, whose eyes gave me the answer I was looking for. Clearing my throat, I spoke to Raj. "We want this to happen. Uh - I usually get a motel room," I said, by voice cracking a bit, and then laughed at that. "Usually? We've only done this once before, but that was what we did that time. I haven't gotten a room yet tonight."
"Then there's no need for that," Raj said. "That is, if you don't mind coming over to my place. I think we'll all be more comfortable there."
As you would expect, Raj Manchanda's place was amazing, to put it mildly. He had a condo on the fifth floor of a building that overlooked the park and provided a fantastic view of the city. I could tell Samina was bowled over by his place and the way it was decorated, obviously by a professional.
There was fabulous Indian and Pakistani art and antiques everywhere, and the furnishings were tasteful and very expensive looking. I suspected that his black leather sectional probably cost more that all of our furniture put together, and as Raj gave us a tour, we discovered that we hadn't seen anything yet.
The bedroom was unreal. There was a mirror above what had to be the biggest bed I had ever seen. A water-bed, as it turned out, and seeing that sent a chill down my spine. This was the bachelor pad of all bachelor pads, and I wondered how many women had swooned when they saw it, and found themselves on those black satin sheets. Raj had a reputation as a ladies man, but it was generally believed that he preferred blondes. His wife having passed way from cancer complications a few years earlier, he had since taken the single life and was not determined never to get married again, “where would I find a woman like Sapna ever again,” he had told a mutual friend of ours, after she had tried to fix him up with someone, and he had refused, stating that he had no intention of every marrying again.
"Since my wife passed," Raj said after Samina complimented him on his exquisite taste. "I haven't had anybody to spend money on but myself, so I kind of got a little crazy here."

Raj, excused himself, and when he was gone I asked Samina how she was feeling about all of this. "This place is like something out of a magazine," Samina said as she looked around the room.
"That's not what I meant."
"You mean Raj?" Samina asked, her pale blue eyes twinkling behind her glasses. "He's very nice, isn't he? I have always liked him"
"Do you want him?" I asked. "There's still time to back out."
Samina didn't say anything but just slowly shook her head no.
She looked so adorable in her breezy lime green summer outfit. An outfit that would be coming off soon, I knew. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing, but my dick was hard. “But why?” I asked her.
“Well you'll see for yourself soon. Ever since that time, I did the bhangra with him at Nitin Sharma's wedding, I have wanted him.” Samina explained seriously
"Forget I'm here," I said to my wife, kissing her on the cheek.
"Can't," Samina said, and then added something that she hadn't mentioned before.
"When you are around, I can't just forget you are. I need to know what you are doing.”
"Really?"
"Yes," Samina admitted, and I pecked her cheek again.
"Tony," Samina said in a shaky voice as she referred to the man who had introduced us to the lifestyle the previous weekend. "He was so big. I can't imagine Raj being that large, seeing how small his body is."
"I don't know if that has anything to do with it," I told my wife, wondering what she was hoping for. "Anyway, one way or another I think you're about to find out. Or do you already know?” It suddenly hit me that during their dance, Samina and Raj may have bumped a few times, and maybe she had felt something in his crotch.
Samina just gave me a cryptic smile.
Raj, returned with a bottle of wine, a crisp Chardonnay that soothed my parched throat, and after we enjoyed the wine he took Samina's glass away, setting it down on the dresser before walking back and standing behind her.
The room around me was so alien that I felt like I was in a movie. The lighting - it was so soft and glowing yet you couldn't tell were it was coming from. It was as if the walls emitted a faint glow that lit the room subtly, and adding to the surreal vision was the sight of Raj Manchanda standing behind Samina, his hands on her shoulders.
"I want to thank you, Umer," Raj said in that velvet tone that sounded more like a purr than a voice. "Thank you for giving me this most precious of gifts. The loan of your beautiful wife for too short a short time."
Raj kissed the top of Samina's head before taking off her glasses and handing them to me. They were both facing me, with Raj still behind Samina, and although they were only a couple of feet away from me, it felt like a mile.
"What a glorious creature you are, a special creation indeed," Raj whispered in my wife's ear as his hands reached around her and undid the buttons with a smoothness that was amazing, and now Samina's blouse was being taken off of her slender shoulders and set aside.
Raj, was nuzzling into Samina's neck while his hands went along Samina's arms. I could see the faint down standing up on her forearms, which were now covered with goosebumps, and then Raj's hands were undoing the single clasp between the cups of my wife's bra – a brand new silky, sexy one, that she had bought just for the occasion, and as the cups came away and the lovely buds of her perky breasts were revealed, Raj's disproportionately long fingers cradled them lovingly.
"How I've dreamed of seeing you like this! That night when you danced with me, it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping off your clothes and off, and then when you approached me in the supermarket....well it was a like a dream come true!" Raj said as he caressed Samina's breasts. "No, my dreams were unworthy of you. You're breathtaking."
Now I knew where Samina had first approached Raj. And in the ensuing weeks she had made sure that he had no problem with her being married, would not object to being watched, and most importantly was reliable and trustworthy. I was in awe of the woman I had married! She was not only perfect, but her approach to cuckolding me so far was pure genius.
Raj's style was amazing. Samina wasn't anything like the woman Raj had ever been with before. And sounded so sincere and passionate, I believe he was being completely truthful about all the things he was saying about Samina, who was melting in his arms.
Samina's eyes were rolling back in her head as her hands went up and back, her hands embracing Raj's bald head as he continued to nibble at her neck. His fingers moved gracefully all over her waif-like torso, even somehow knowing how sensitive Samina's underarms were, as I watched her entire body shudder as his thumbs slid over the satiny smooth hollows several times.
Suddenly Samina's clothes were coming off! Raj's fingers caressed the sparse wisp of brown fuzz, that guarded her sex, which was so wet I could see it glisten from where I stood, and then she was turned around to face him. They kissed and embraced, and then Samina's fingers were going down the row of buttons on Raj's silk shirt. My wife's hands were not a graceful in their movements, as Raj's had been. But that was just because she was trembling so much, either from nerves or excitement, maybe a mixture of both.
Raj's 48 year old body was in great shape, slender like mine but his wiry upper torso was slightly more muscular than my own. A tiny necklace with a swastika, was hanging from his neck, and that along with the purplish nipples were all that broke the smooth blackness. I was surprised to see just how hairless he was. Maybe he got a wax job every so often, but it did not seem that way.
I strange thought occurred to me, as I saw Samina undo his belt. How did we get to this point, and why am I enjoying watching this? This should be me that Samina was undressing with barely restrained excitement, but then as the tailored slacks came down and Raj stepped out of them, I knew exactly why it wasn't me.
The tip of Mr. Raj Manchanda's cock was what I saw first, probably right around the time that Samina did, the long foreskin completely hiding the head of his penis. Why that got my attention so abruptly, along with Samina's, was that the end of Raj's cock was peeking out from the inside leg of his boxer shorts! How could this be? Well, Raj's boxers weren't the real baggy kind, and seeing the outline of his manhood in those white satin boxers was a mind-boggling sight. Even taking into account how short Raj was, it was still unreal to see a man's penis hanging down so close to his knees!
Up to that point, my own penis had been straining to get hard against the confines of my jockey's, but seeing Raj's massive hanger, I felt myself start to soften, as I realized that there was no way in hell I could compete with that!
Samina's hand was running down along the bulge, her fingers grazing the exposed bit of cock before she ran her hand back up. As she did, I could see Raj's foreskin retract slightly, exposing the head of his member, the black cherry color of the glans glowing against the rich darkness of the rest of his penis.
"Can't believe...," I heard Samina say softly, her eyes looking glazed as she looked at the eyes of the black man just a few inches taller than she was.
"Can't believe what, my lovely Samina?" Raj said softly.
"I can't believe how big you are," I heard Samina whisper, her timid words and halting voice almost enough to make me cum as she rubbed the almost alien shape beneath the satin. "I'm scared."
"All for you, Samina honey," Raj said in response, and with a flick of the wrist the snap of the boxer shorts opened and they fell to the ivory colored carpet. "Don't be scared of it. I'm just a man, just like Umer is. I know you want it, just like I want you."
“Yessss!” Hissed Samina, “I have wanted it since I felt it against my ass when we danced together. You did that deliberately, didn't you?”
“Guilty as charged!” Smiled Raj, looking into Samina's eyes, then kissing her.
My own memories floated back to a time when I first gotten and internet connection, all those years ago when I was still a student. Sometimes when I would surf around adult websites, I had seen my share of men that I considered to be genetic freaks, with cocks that were so gigantic that they defied belief. Seeing a picture or a movie, however, does not compare with actually seeing someone in the flesh who was so incredibly well-endowed like Raj, and as Samina's hand came up to grab it I could tell she was as stunned as I was.
I could think of only one other cock as large as this one, but the guy who owned it was a good 4-5 inches taller than Raj. On Raj it looked freakish. Massively thick at the base, the sleek black cock tapered somewhat from there, with a single bulging vein that went down the topside until disappearing about halfway down. Making Raj look even bigger was the fact that he had no pubic hair, exposing the entirety of the stump of his cock.
He would later tell us that he started removing his pubic hair when he spotted a grey one a couple of years ago, and now got himself regularly waxed at a salon, which he insinuated was a wonderful experience as well. In that room at the time, all I knew that Raj's cock had to be close to a ten inches long when fully erect, and as he put his hand on Samina's shoulder and guided her down to her knees, I wondered how much bigger it would get when it got hard.
I happened to glance over at Raj, who motioned for me to get undressed, since I stood out like sore thumb fully clothed. Feeling a mixture of shame and exhilaration, I mechanically did as Raj asked while Samina's hands wrapped themselves around the shaft of his cock and brought the plum-like head to her mouth. The loud ragged breath that came from my throat went unnoticed as I watched Samina trying to get your lips down as far as she could, her tiny fingers gripping the rest of Raj's enormous manhood like it was a baseball bat.
I got naked, and Raj smiled when he saw my dick bobbing in front of me, as long and thick as it would ever be, and even though I looked like pathetic needle in comparison, I made no effort to hide myself from his eyes, almost revelling in showing Raj my shortcomings. In fact, when Raj motioned for me to come over next to him, I did so. Raj wrapped his arm around my shoulder, the scent of some kind of exotic body oil filling my senses as I stood next to him.
"Give your man some love too," Raj said, pulling me closer so that we were not only touching, but placing me at an angle where our cocks were in my wife's face. "Give us both some love."
Samina grabbed my dick and brought it over next to Raj's and began to go back and forth between the two of us. If there was ever a moment that the absurd differences in our anatomies were defined, it was then when our cock were side by side. I may have been a fully grown man, but next to Raj I felt like a child, with my tiny pale dick dwarfed by the immense dark cock it rested against. Then they were touching, my little acorn glans brushing against Raj's bulbous purplish helmet as Samina first tried to fit us both in her mouth at once, and then resorted to darting back and forth to the two of us, licking and sucking the heads of our dicks.