Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I realized that the man had probably just put his cock in her all the way and was now really fucking her hard. Just the way she loved it.

My own cock was hard now, and I was rubbing it slowly.
Her non-stop, screams, and moans told me that Samina was cumming fast and hard, and male was not stopping. The bed was really receiving a pounding now, and loud moans escaped from Samina, lips as the unknown male brought her to orgasm again and again. Finally, I heard her say, "Oh. My. God. That felt wonderful!" And suddenly the pounding stopped.
“Oh yes it was.” Said the breathless male voice. “You are some fuck Samina. I have never a woman take me so easily, and so hard! WOW!”
Samina giggled. “Thanks.”
At that point, I decided to knock in the door and go in. I saw both Samina and her lover naked, Samina had her legs spread a little. . The man's now soft cock was still glistening with Samina's cream, and I saw his cum dribble out of her, as she looked up at me and smile.
“Hi honey, this is Matt!” She said simply.
“Hi Matt,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
Matt just smiled in greeting.
I quickly glanced at his soft cock, and wondered, how could Samina have ever found satisfaction in my cock if she could so easily accommodate this massive dong? Had she ever shown this much excitement when I had entered her? The answer was a resounding no!
I walked over to Samina, looked her over, and saw that she had that look of being truly sated and satisfied and in a way I was crushed, but at the same time, felt happy for her, and me. My penis throbbed in my pants, and smiled at her. She nodded.
"After getting my brains fucked out by this giant cock, I'm so loose that I'm not even sure if I'd be able to feel this little dick of yours for a few hours." She said suddenly and both she and Matt laughed. As she spoke, her free hand wrapped around my pants covered, erect penis and gave it a couple of hard squeezes.
Almost immediately, I shot my load. I blushed. The speed at which I climaxed left me no way to hide how aroused I'd found her clear acknowledgement of my inadequacy as a lover, compared to Matt.. Samina giggled, delighted at my quick performance and obvious embarrassment, clearly intrigued by these feelings, she had awoken within me and now apparently herself as well.
Samina languidly stretched out her body across the bed and gave a satisfied sigh. After laying in silence for several minutes, my wife rolled towards me onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. Her eyes met mine then travelled the length of my body, finally coming to rest on my my damp crotch. She reached out and slid her finger softly up the zipper. It was then that Samina looked me straight in the eyes, and in a deadly earnest voice, spoke eleven words that would haunt, as well as arouse me to this day. "You know, I'd almost forgotten what a real cock felt like!"
It had been a long day. But when I opened the door to my apartment and saw my wife, lying on the floor reading, side-lit by the slanting early summer sun, much of my frustration was wiped away. Samina had recently decided to take up some courses at a university nearby. I had heartily supported her in this.
Samina lay on her side, head propped on her hand. Her thick dark hair fell at an angle that shielded her face from view, but exposed her long, graceful neck. Even from across the room, I could make out the big cylinders of my wife s breasts, encased in a tank top and squashed breasts against the rug by her other arm. Samina's long legs were folded, her full thighs pressed together and her ankles entwined.
As I put my laptop down and shut the door, Samina finished a page, then shut her book and rose to her feet. “Hi Umer,” she said, “why so late?”
I threw off my jacket and stepped forward to give her a quick kiss. I took her by her hand and drew her down to sit next to me on the couch.
“I had to fire someone for the first time today.”
“Not Susan or Jeff?” (My secretary and assistant, both of whom she knew and thought were nice)
“No. That would have been terrible. This was bad in the opposite way. I had to tell Eric Stern that he was out. It was not easy, as we had hired him away from IBM, a company he had been with for 24 years, and well.... you know... it's never easy letting someone go.”
“Then it wasn’t a surprise. You’ve been saying that the boss has been giving you more and more of his work over the past months.”
“Yeah, which makes it worse. I’ve known they’ve been grooming me- and went along with it. The funny thing is that I can't feel bad for him. He’s nearing retirement and will get some good money. And he s single and already pretty rich- or at least has the trappings of it- the car and beach house and other junk he brags about.”
“Not your favorite, I guess.”
“You’re right, he’s a jerk- selfish, reactionary- perfect for the business world, actually, if he didn’t piss a lot of clients off. But none of this made it any easier to walk into his office and tell a guy who is old enough to be my father.” I said.
“He must be thinking that you are a jerk.” Samina said cheekily.
“I don t know. We talked for a long time. He has been expecting it, or so he said. He’s the kind of person who likes building himself up. So even in this situation he went on about how he'd be spending time at the beach, watching girls bounce around - apparently he has a limited idea of fun. Anyway, like I said, we’re not throwing him out the door; he’ll stay on part time for a few months, so even if he were mad, he can't curse and blow up and stomp out the door for good. But it didn’t seem like he was hiding anger or anything. He asked about me and gave some advice. It’s like he turned the tables and was consoling me about work and being young with debts and everything. He even asked me to play racquetball next week. “
“Will you?”
“Yeah. He wanted to go to some club, but I said you could get us onto the University courts for free as you are a student there. Do you mind?”
“No. It is sort of weird that you...”
“That I m acting like I feel guilty. I know, maybe it would have been better if he had gotten mad.” But I did feel a little guilty and wanted to let the guy off easily. I thought playing racquetball with him would be a nice gesture on my part.
“There is no good way of firing someone,” Samina said, but there was a smile on her pretty, girlish face that dimpled her cheeks, yes. Talking through things usually made me feel better, and it was working now.
“Come on, dinner is still warm.” Samina said, as she took my hand and led me to the dinner table.
And it tasted great. Samina was a good cook. Not that she was a traditional housewife, used to cooking for me every night. Far from it! And in those day's she had very little free time, as she was not only working a full time job, but had decided to become a 'feminist' (as she had told me) when signing up for a couple of courses in in women’s studies and film, If her college and work schedule allowed her to finish early enough, she did usually come home and cook, though, because she knew just how much I loved her cooking.
Later that night, I was sitting and working in the living room. Samina had gone to our bedroom a few minutes before. The house was quiet. I heard her creak out of bed, open the door, and walk down the wood hall. She stuck her head around the corner.
“Honey?” Samina called out softly.
“Yes.”
“Are you coming to bed?”
“A little bit later, I need to finish some work.” I said to her. Regretfully, I really did have to do some work that night.
“Oh...”
Samina stepped into the room. She was only wearing panties- white cotton cut high at the hips. “... I though we could, you know...I could use some attention tonight. It's been a while you know.” She bit her lower lip, as she tended to do when not sure of herself. The fact was that he relationship with Matt while torrid had run its course and they had stopped seeing each other several weeks earlier. And Samina, being busy with work and college, did not have time to meet any other man.
And she moved her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, to plant her hands on her hips. Her breasts swayed free, big and white, and long- that was what was so extraordinary about them- that they were so full and long, and still mainly firm. It was cold in the apartment, and her brown nipples were erect and pointed at me, seemingly accusingly.
I looked at Samina, moving my eyes down from her chest, I loved her breasts, quite possibly the best I had ever seen. Anyway, her body was worthy of appreciation on its own, and I eyed it hungrily. It had been quite a while since my cock had experienced the warm confines of soft, silky pussy. I really wanted her, despite the knowledge that I would probably disappoint her yet again. And it was rare when she came on to me like this. She really must have been very horny!
I had never had a particularly active sex drive to begin with, certainly when you compare it to what some of her lovers seemed to have had, and even compared to Samina's libido. But seeing her invite me like that, well....I got up and put my two hands on my wife and kissed her.
“I’ll race you to bed.” I laughed as I ran to the bedroom.
She laughed and took off down the hall, and I let her win. When I made it to the room she was sitting on the side of the bed, kicking off her panties, and the then swung her legs under the covers, which took long enough to give me a quick view of her trimmed bush, her vaginal lips that flashed moist and pink between her white thighs. I was aroused seeing that. Samina wasn’t a prude, but she definitely wasn’t an exhibitionist. As a doctrinaire feminist, she often commented on the objectification of women’s body in movies and TV, so I tried not to comment on her body. Actually she had one told me that she did not want me commenting on her body at all, she knew it was superb and did not need me to tell her that. I was certain she had a very good reason for that but could not guess what it might be.
I turned off the lights and, pulling off my shirt, made my way over to the bed. Lights out suited me fine. As you are well aware, there are certain parts of my anatomy, I am not too proud off. And even turned on and fully erect, as I was now, I’m not well endowed- on the low end of average. Once, Samina used to assure me she didn’t care or notice, and that anyway, it suited the sweet, gentle way I made love, but that time had long since passed, lately she had started calling my penis, cute, and harmless, and even laughed at it sometimes, but without making it look deliberate.
We kissed and held one another. Kissing her all over, and paying special attention to her breasts, I licked them all over, I licked along her stomach, abdomen, mons, groin, and then finally, when she was ready, I started to work on her vagina and clitoris with my tongue. Soon she was moaning and gasping.
Then I got on top of my wife, and she spread her legs slightly. I guided myself into her; my dick slid in easily, and I started small in and out motions, all the while continuing to kiss her. A few minutes later, I felt the pressure building, and sped up my thrusts. Samina had just begun to move her hips in time with me, and make an occasional purring noise, and softly panting, “deeper, deeper, pleaseeee deeper!” as we kissed. Then she broke her lips free from mine and whispered, “I m not ready... can you..“
But what happens, happens. I stiffened and ejaculated into her. I rolled off her and started to apologize, but she put her finger on my lips and told me that it didn’t matter, that the important thing was that we were together and that she liked me to hold her as she slept anyway. Though, she turned her face away from mine and we drifted off to sleep, bodies touching, but separate.
Next week, Wednesday at lunch Eric Stern drove me over to the university. We parked on a street near the gym and walked over. There were students passing by-- as we got out of the car a cute Asian girl walked past, and Eric turned, blatantly, and watched her back recede.
He must have been paying close attention to how she filled out her jeans, because he commented, “what an ass. If only she had more up top.” He smiled. “Deep in my heart, I’ll always be a tit man.” He laughed and elbowed me, “I know you’re a married man, but doesn’t hanging around the campus with your wife drive you wild from all the sexy little coeds on display? If I wasn’t over the hill I’d.... hell, even as old as I am I bet I could get some of them on their backs!”
This kind of talk always made me laugh nervously. My mind immediately realized that Samina would probably love to bed Eric. He had a confidence about him seemed to imply that he knew he was good in bed, and that no matter what her age might be, any woman would enjoy herself with him. Given that recently I had gotten the better of Eric professionally, I was not sure if I would be too pleased with Samina fucking him.
But it was too late to back our now, I had agreed to entertain him with racquetball and I guess this was part of the price. So I responded, “the only coeds I meet are my wife's fellow students in her women s studies courses. Some of them are pretty, but all I ever do is talk to them about whatever angle of patriarchy they just went over in class- and that isn’t ideal for flirting. “
“Women’s studies, eh. I study women, maybe not in a way your wife would approve, but I study them! You should have seen me in the a few years ago. I had feminists begging me to give them more of my patriarchy!” Eric laughed again. “But seriously, you can see that I m not great looking or anything; I m sort of a runt.” (He was short, about 5’4” , and balding; but he was in good shape for his age- mid 50s- and energetic looking.)
“But I’ve always said that if I try hard enough I can- most guys can- get just about any woman into bed. With feminists there two ways. Either you pretend you agree with her view of the world, and half the time, she’ll give you her pussy as a gift in solidarity, or you convince her that screwing goes against the social norms and is some kind of rebellion. Especially if you’re going after a married woman!” Eric laughed again.
I don't know why, but hearing him talk like that made my penis twitch and I knew that no matter how much I wanted to stop it from happening, Eric was bound to end up with Samina in his bed one day.
Thankfully we arrived, and pushed through the door to the lobby. Samina was sitting on a bench, looking bored. When she saw us she stood up and walked over. After the lecture I had just gotten, it was only natural that I watched Eric as he watched her. Samina her jacket under her arm, and was wearing a pale blue t-shirt, over her favorite pair of tight old jeans. Eric's eyes were busy, with three noticeable stops- her face, down to her chest (and yes, her t-shirt was tight enough to very nicely accentuate her breasts!)), then down to the v of her jeans (yes, again, her lips were outlined by the tight denim).
Luckily Samina was watching me, so after a quick hello and a smile, she focused on me and said she would check us in on guest passes.
Eric, Mr. Stern, as I introduced him, asked Samina if she would stay and watch. “I play better with an audience, and I need to beat your husband to get at him back for giving me the heave-ho.” He laughed, and his eyes gave Samina another once over.
She looked at him like the last thing she expected was for him to bring up that awkward issue, then tried to smile and said, “Umer told me how bad he felt that you had to go...”
He interrupted, “he was just doing his job, anyway, this was the best thing that could happen to me. I’ll be free to have fun, travel, date, maybe even take some classes- you students are an inspiration.”
Anyway, she still must have been either flustered, or intrigued by the older man, because she agreed to stay and watch us play. As we turned for the locker room, Samina said, in a jocular voice, “may the best man win!”
Eric responded, “that’s the way it works, sweetie.”
We went and changed quickly. Eric, I noticed, was muscular, and you could tell now that he was out of a suit and into a tank top and sweatshirts. My suspicions were confirmed, when I saw, that he was also- and this is embarrassing to say- big between the legs for a short man. His sweatshirts left little to the imagination, you could see everything from the outline of his balls and the head of his penis, to the length of his shaft that swung as he moved. In the back of my head I was glad that Samina was sitting behind us. Strange, that despite having seen her royally fucked by so many other men, the thought of Eric fucking her, seemed to make me uncomfortable, it felt so humiliating in a way.
Eric still played as much to her as to me. After hard fought points, of which most he won, he would turn around and wave through the glass wall or exaggeratedly mop his brow. Samina was sitting half way up the bleachers, leaning back with her elbows on the row behind her. A couple of times she waved back. Three games 15-10, 15-8, and 15-6 losses, were enough for me, and we shook hands, as I congratulated Eric on his skill.
While I prepared to head for the lockers, Eric sprung up the bleachers to where my wife was sitting.
“Not bad, huh? You should have played; you probably would have put up a better fight than Umer.”
Samina answered. “I had tried once, but I couldn’t even hold and serve the ball right, let alone hit it back off the wall. It bounced too weird. I am not much into sports. Never”
Eric lowered his voice and said, “I’d love to bounce balls with you and show you how to hold them.” But the acoustics were such that I could hear everything he said to Samina. He added, in a louder voice, “so sure, if you ever want to learn racquetball, I’ll have time to try and teach you.”
He walked down and joined me by the door to the locker room, hitting me on the shoulder and joking, “I’ll even throw in lessons for your husband. But seriously, this is what's great about being retired. I have time to spare.”
I could see that Samina, as she headed for the lobby, was blushing, but smiling at the same time.
In the locker room he headed for the showers, I for the locker. (I didn't want to shower with Eric!) When he finished, he walked up, his towel wrapped around his waste, humming.
He said, “your wife is really nice- and beautiful. You are a very lucky man.”
“Yeah, right on all counts,” I replied.
“She looks like a model,” he went on, “except models don't have bodies like that!”
He was getting a little too exuberant for my taste, and I was just about to change the subject when I looked up from tying my shoe and almost got slapped in the nose by his big cock. He had unwrapped his towel and was facing me in the narrow aisle, pulling a shirt over his head. His dick was in my face and I had to carefully manoeuvre as I quickly turned and slid down the bench, at that moment I could not help but feel envious of the man. I quickly grabbed my bag and left into the lobby.
Samina was waiting. I asked her what her plans were and she said she was going to the library and would see me at night. I told her that I was going to get a ride home and shower and then do some work at the apartment, so I’d be there when she got back. She was turning for the door when Eric emerged, and, glowing and bouncing on his feet, asked my wife if she could help him register for some courses.
“Register? What kind of courses?” she replied.
“Well, I heard about these adult education classes that sound good- in crafts and creative areas, art, that kind of thing. I have a camera I never use and should learn about it. Maybe now would be a good time to start.” Eric smiled at Samina, who nodded her understanding.