Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Firstly, I accepted that no one was it fault here. While Samina was on the pill, she had told me that several times she had forgotten to take it, simply because she was too busy at work. So Derrick was not to blame, and neither was Samina, it was an accident, and now we had to deal with it as best as we could. Frankly, to my mind, Samina carrying another man's baby was perhaps as erotic, if not more so, than me seeing her with another man. Of course, I did not know so at the time, but now I realize it really is the ultimate form of cuckolding.

I got home early that evening, and prepared some Italian food. Samina loves Italian.
"Hi sweetheart," I said greeting my wife as she entered the house.
"Gosh you're home early?" Samina smiled at me, putting her laptop case down.
"Well, I felt like pampering you," I said.
"Lucky me," she said, putting her handbag on the kitchen table and walking up to kiss me. “Umm your delicious spaghetti! I love it,” she said after the kiss.
“Why don't you go take a hot bath, while I finish up here.” I said.
“Great idea, I am exhausted” Samina said, turning and walking away.
About half an later, dinner was ready and laid out, and in walked Samina, dressed in a pair of black carpi tights, and a white tank top, she looked simply beautiful.
I had deliberately not put out the Chianti that we usually enjoyed whenever we ate Italian.
We ate and made small talk, just catching up with each other. But soon I felt it was time to bring up the subject.
“Are you feeling alright Samina?” I started off.
“Well a little tired, and some morning sickness, but otherwise I am fine.” Samina said as she spooned some food into her mouth.
“Oh OK, well that is not too bad then.” I said.
“No, not really.” Samina replied.
Taking a silent, deep breath, I spoke again. “Have you decided what you want to do about your pregnancy?”
Samina looked up at me, her eyes serious. “Well, what do you think we should do?”
“Darling, that depends.” I said.
“On what?” Samina asked, going back to eating.
“Do you want to keep the baby or not?” I said.
Samina looked at me, her face clear and her eyes sparkling. “I really do darling. I really do!” She said
“Even though we are not sure that its mine or not?” I asked wanting to be certain that she had considered that angle.
“I don't care, if its yours or Derrick's, as far as I am concerned, it's mine, and thats all that matters to me!” Samina's voice was full of determination.
“And mine too darling, I don't care either.” I smiled at her. “I was hoping you you'd say you wanted to keep it.”
“Really Umer? You mean that?” Samina had tears in her eyes. “You don't care what people might say, what your family will think and react?”
“Darling, there is only one person in this world whose opinion matters to me, and that person is you.” I said with equal conviction.
“Oh Umer, I love you so much!” Samina's tears were flowing freely now, and I got up and hugged her.
“I can't wait to be a father.” I said. “But what about Derrick?”
“I know you will make as wonderful a father, as the husband that you are, and as far as Derrick is concerned, we need to think carefully on what to do if the child is in fact his.” Samina said seriously.
The problem of informing Derrick was resolved by the fact that he died while still in France. He had gone there for 8 weeks, but never returned. One day we found his daughter and son-in-law clearing out his house, and we offered to help. It was during that time that we found out that apparently the problem he had been admitted to the hospital for, was far more serious than he had let on. And the doctors have told him that he had just a few month's to live. He had gone to France to spend his last months with his family without informing them of his condition. One night he went to bed, complaining that he felt very tired and that he felt dehydrated. The next morning his grandchild found dead in his bed.
As sorry as we were to hear about his passing, we also felt relieved that if our child was from Derrick, now we would not have to worry about any complications arising from his desire to be part of the child's life, and claim parental rights.
Alas things did not go as we thought they would. In her 7th month, Samina felt very sick one day, and noticed that there was no movement in her womb. I rushed her to the hospital, where they declared that the pregnancy had terminated and they would have to remove the foetus. Which they did. For a while after that Samina was inconsolable, crying a lot, and went into depression. I asked her boss to give him some extra time off, so I could send her to her family in Pakistan, as they had been insisting that she go there to recover. In all she spent 3 months there.
My own feelings were more ambivalent. While I was sorry that we lost the child, I also felt a little relieved because frankly I had not been looking forward to having to explain to my family (and Samina's for that matter), how it was that our child had negroid features. But at the same time I found the whole idea of my wife carrying babies from other men to be exceptionally erotic. Little did I know that in the end we would have 3 kids, none of them mine! Yet I would be their proud father.
Samina returned from Pakistan a changed woman in many respects. Her flight taken via an Arab airline arrived in New York and I flew up there receive her. I was very happy to see that she was no longer depressed. In fact she was her usual cheerful self, as she hugged and kissed me at the airport. I was much relieved that she was over the loss. However I noticed a little more subtle changes in her. Firstly she seemed to be more aggressive, not overly so, but in a milder way. Also her attitude in bed, towards me had changed, at times drastically.
On our first night back home, we were naked in bed. Our routine of me giving her a soft, sensual massage, and followed by a slobbering session of oral sex had gone on as always and Samina had already orgasmed once. Then I mounted her, my penis fully in her.
“Are you completely in?” She asked softly.
“Yes!” I responder.
“Oh!” She said, in a distinctly disappointed manner.
Then I started to fuck her.
“Deeper, deeper, deeper!” She started saying shortly afterwards. And of course no matter how hard I tried I could go no deeper. But Samina tried to match my thrusts with her own hips bucking, as if trying to get me in deeper.
Then of course I orgasmed.
“Oh noooo, nnoooo, nooooo!” Samina squealed as my softening cock fell out of her. “Can't you last longer?” She said, her voice dripping with disgust. “It's been three months since I last had sex!”
“I am sorry darling!” I said. “ I could not control myself!”
“Bah!” Samina said rolling over and falling asleep.
I stayed awake, disappointed, and embarrassed that I could not pleasure my wife like she deserved. I don't know how long I stayed awake, but seeing my naked wife laying there, her perfect naked body having an ethereal glow from the moonlight that filtered in through the blinds, made me realize how lucky I was to have her. The fact that I had disappointed her in bed was like a knife being stabbed into my thoughts. She deserved better than what I could give her. I tried to think of ways to articulate to her what I had been thinking for a while, I could not find the right words, or the courage to do so. You see the final wall or my male pride was yet to be demolished. It would take time for that to happen.
The next morning, things were quite normal. Samina got up in quite a good mood. “It's great to be home!” She said, as she stretched before getting out of bed.
“I am so happy you are back Samina, I missed you a lot.” I said to her.
“I missed you too, Umer.” Samina said, her voice was very serious, and I felt good when she said that.
We spent the rest of the morning catching up. Samina brought me up to date on all that was new in Pakistan, and I told her what she had missed while there. Frankly, she had far more to say than I did. I cannot tell you, just how good it felt just to be with her again. She had changed, but for the better in most respects. She had a sort of confidence about, that she she did not have before. It was one of those things I could not quite place a finger on, yet I knew was there.
“I am sorry about last night. “ I said sincerely, as we sat in the living room, drinking some delicious Turkish coffee.
Samina turned and looked at me. “Don't be darling, I am sorry for being so rough on you. It's just that I was really horny, and after so many months without sex, I was ready to explode. And well....”
“I wish I could have...... you know.” I said softly.
“So do I, but why worry about that? Tonight we can have a proper session, and I am sure you will get the job done properly. So don't sweat it sweetie.” Samina smiled at me, and kissed me on the cheek, as she took the coffee cups to the kitchen.
I will spare you the details of what happened that night. Suffice to say that yes I did get her off, but both of us knew that it was not anywhere near as intense an orgasm as those that she got with her lovers. She did not have to say it, but I knew that she really wanted to to fuck around again. I had once asked her why we didn't get a large strap-on dildo that I could fuck her with. She had said that no dildo could compare to the real thing!
Samina, lay naked before me on the bed, arms curled above her head and legs splayed wide, her shaved, wet pussy exposed. My head dipped between her thighs, my tongue working it's way up the wet folds of exposed skin, diving towards her engorged clit. She moaned, her long, wavy brown hair falling across her flushed cheek as she turned her head to bite the pillow that cushioned her head. Samina loved to getting oral sex from me, of that there was no doubt. In fact as much as she enjoyed getting fucked by big-cocked lovers, she had reserved the honor of providing oral to her, just for me. And I was always determined to do the best job possible.
“Oh Umer, your tongue is amazing!” She moaned as I redoubled my efforts.
Once, set free, Samina showed that she had a voracious sexual appetite. To say that I was pleasantly surprised at how easily she took to cuckolding me, without giving it a second thought, would. understatement. Already she had had more lovers in the short time she had been cuckolding me, than I had in my entire like. Samina had become brazen and direct when it comes to her sex life, completely unashamed of her fantasies and desires, and exhibiting every intention of living them out.
My ego had come to terms with the fact that she preferred penises that dwarfed my own its size dwarfing that of my own. As I have said before, it was quite a liberating thought and acceptance in many respects. My only regret was that I was not enough for lovely Samina.
"Oh my God, Umer! It's huge!" She leaned back on the sofa and winked at me. "And marvellous." She absentmindedly licked her broad, pink lips as she ran her fingers down the length of my own throbbing shaft. Alas, it was not that which she was talking about, but the black cock on display on the TV screen in front of us. I had selected a porn movie for us to watch together. Samina was looking at that cock lasciviously, almost drooling.
"Oh yeah. You love having a wife that fucks big cocks don't you?" Samina said, as she continued to play with my hard cock.
It dawned on me then that she thought I'd intentionally picked this movie to watch. And why wouldn't she? Just by looking at the title, once could know that it was about a large cock. My desires seemingly obvious, there was no need for Samina to disguise her wanton lust for this glass beast -- after all, she thought it was my own fantasy to see her pussy stretched around an enormous shaft that had led her to cuckolding me in the first place, so why bother to hide the fact that she liked big ones? She told me one day.
Samina continued to watch the video. Her eyes sparkling. “Wow, lucky gal!” She said, when the porn actress impaled herself on the huge cock and rode it like a bronco. “Some men are so lucky to be well-endowed, and others.... well...” Samina deliberately looked down at my crotch, squeezed my cock hard and laughed. My stomach flipped as I was consumed with feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. I was speechless as she blatantly teased me, and compared my to the extraordinary cock on the screen.
"Mmm. It's been a long time since I've had a cock that big inside me." She said as she grinned and look me in the eyes, her hands still stroking the length of my hard shaft. My stomach dropped. For the first time, she was being so open and honest about her size preference. I think she had reached a point where she did not care any more. "Too long. I really want a hung stud. If only Raj was here, or Derrick were still alive, I would bounce them like never before!" Samina laughed again, as my penis twitched in her palm.
My mind was racing. Had she always had a preference for bigger cocks, even before she had started enjoying them in real life? Something other than her knowledge that I wanted her to fuck other men, had to have pushed her over the edge and actually made her do it, what was it? Had she ever really been satisfied by my cock or had her moans and gasps been nothing but a show put on for my benefit? Certainly, ever since she had experienced big ones, she had become a lot less active when I fucked her. In fact there were times when she just lay there, waiting for me to finish.
Samina leaned forward, her hand reaching out to cup my balls, squeezing them gently, as I moaned. As feelings of embarrassment, inadequacy and jealousy washed over me, I had somehow become intensely aroused. My wife seemed very happy about the profound effect her tease was having on me as well, but she didn't miss a beat. In that moment, I think we could both feel that something was shifting -- perhaps irrevocably -- heretofore unknown and unexplored territory of our sexual relationship slowly being navigated and mapped. So far it had been a simple case of her sleeping with other men. But right there an then, she changing it into something more. Something, where I would soon openly admit inadequacies to her.
"Oh my. When I first showed you those pictures, I thought that it would be a one time thing, that your desire to see me with other men would be sated. I thought, that my teasing might just make you a little jealous and, you know, end in you fucking me silly like some wild, hyper-possessive caveman, but I soon realized that you're really into this! Samina cocked her head to the side. "I knew this must be doing something for you or you wouldn't have been as hard it is now, or it was when you saw the photographs. But your cock – oh if only!” Samina laughed again.
For once in my life, I really didn't know how to respond. I knew that I had a slightly submissive streak -- nothing that prevented me from taking control in the bedroom well but I had never felt such a strong sexual response as I was then to the idea of being humiliated by stronger, more well endowed lover before my wife. The thought of being unable to measure up to the sexual performance was driving me wild. What was wrong with me?
"I guess I shouldn't complain. It did allow me to enjoy some very fine cocks indeed!” She rubbed my cock harder. “Too bad this one isn't one of them.” She laughed again, as I splattered my cum all over.
It was not long before she had found what she was looking for. It a guy from her gym. His name was Matt, and he had been flirting with her for quite some time. Samina had befriended an ex-girlfriend of his a while back and had since then learnt that Matt was very well-endowed. So of course Samina had to have him.
How she seduced him, I never found out. But one day she suddenly said, "I'm always up for a challenge, " as I sucked on her nipples.. "Besides, even if I couldn't fit it very far in my mouth, I'm sure we could find some other place for it." Her broad grin was enough to make my knees weak.
“What?” I said, forcing my mouth away from her delicious nipples.
“Sucking of Matt, I would love to take a large cock deep in my mouth, I haven't been able to do it so far, maybe its impossible to take one too deep, but I sure would like to try.” Samina snickered.
Her words made me sucked harder. Her moans became more insistent the longer I licked her. I had a strong desire to see Samina's with Matt, to watch her thrash and hear her moan.
Three days later, I returned from work, to find that our bedroom door was closed, and the distinct sound of the mattress being pounded was coming from it. I knew that Samina was in there with a lover. I debated whether or not to go in, and decided to leave them alone. So I, unzipped my pants, and took my cock out from the underwear, placed my ear against the bedroom door and listened.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! That's it. Oh, come on, baby, fuck me. Oh, God. It's soooo big. Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" I heard Samina's loud, lust-filled voice. “I love big cock!” She moaned.
“Oh yeah baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.....hhh.” A deep, male voice called out.
I marvelled at how easily she could fuck another man in our marital bed. Like I said, she had become brazen, and did not seem to care about any norms. Uninhibited sexual pleasure was all that seemed to matter to her now.
"That's it! Oh! Yesssss. Oh yesss.... God, I want it all. How much of it have you fit inside of me? Fuck me hard. Pleeeease." Samina was pleading.
“Beg for it bitch!” Demanded the male voice.
“Please, please, please......” Samina pleaded again.
“OK, slut, you asked for it!” The male voice sounded demonic.
“Ahhhhhh.......eeeehhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh!” Screamed Samina suddenly.