Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The next picture was a blur of unidentifiable limbs and sheets, but in the next shot you could see that Samina and Eric had shifted positions. They were lying next to each other, their heads back away from the camera and slightly elevated against the wall. Their faces were pressed together and their mouths were locked in a kiss. Their lower torsos faced the camera lens, their legs were spread. Samina s arm reached between Eric’s legs and vice versa. My wife had a grip on Eric s huge semi-firm cock, and from the angle of her arm, seemed to be pulling on it to try and stretch it even longer. Eric’s pointer and middle finger were rubbing Samina's pussy lips. The next photo was more of the same. They were still kissing. Eric's big dick was now burstingly erect, and Samina had moved her hand to cup his fat balls. Meanwhile. Eric’s fingers had disappeared, down past the knuckles, into Samina s pussy hole; his thumb was bent down between her buns and looked to be working its way into her anus.

The next picture had gone off just before Eric penetrated my wife. He had climbed on top of her and her long legs were hooked over his shoulders. Eric was reaching beneath his belly to grasp his long, thick cock and guide it towards Samina's swollen cunt; she was holding her pussy lips apart with her right hand- her left arm was clutching his waist. And her pretty face was peering over his shoulder, a look of anticipation- so it seemed- in her shining eyes.
The remainder of the pictures showed Eric fucking, riding, pounding, (take your pick) my beautiful young wife. They are all appropriate descriptions. The camera captured some of the energy of their coupling- in the straining muscles in his back and her arms and the wild blank stare in Samina's eyes and the way Eric’s thrusts pushed her ass down into the cushion then bounced it off the bed.
Suddenly the pictures stopped, and there were no pictures of post-coital cuddling, or Samina dressing to leave, or kissing good bye. Maybe because they were already anticipating the following week's session, and the rest of the semester. I didn’t even open the following week's envelope. I had seen enough, gotten what I come for (gotten what I had coming to me). I just wanted to replace the evidence, sneak out, and go home to think about what I had feared and now knew was true.
As I drove home, my mind was once again conflicted. On the one had, I was humiliated that Samina had been so easily seduced by Eric, yet on the other hand, my dick was rock hard and throbbing. I was a little worried why Samina had lied to me, yet, I felt that she had done the right thing and would soon tell me the truth, there had to have been a very good reason why she was keeping it from me, I consoled myself, trying to concentrate on my driving.
I did not go straight home, but stopped off at a coffee shop, and had some coffee, as I sat in a corner chair, trying to get my thoughts straight. I must have sat there for about 2 hours, as my thoughts unravelled from a jumble, and into something coherent. The more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion that Samina really had no other choice. If she had talked to me about it first, I would almost certainly have said no, and tried to talk her out of fucking Eric. But she knew me better than I did, in that respect. She knew that once she presented me with a fait accompli, I would not only be okay with it, I would in fact think it was great idea, much the same way as I did when she had shown me those photographs taken when she had first fucked another man. And that had worked out beautifully.
I returned home, much relieved and calm. I was totally in awe of Samina, she was brilliant, and knew exactly how to do things. Never again would I question her judgement. Besides I told myself, as her cuckold it was not my place to question her, and also I had promised her that I would never stop her from sleeping with any man she wanted to sleep with. By not telling me about Eric, she had kept me from breaking that promise. And I was certain that she would soon keep her own promise that she would always tell me when she had been with another man.
I got home, and did some gardening, before cleaning up the place. I had no idea when Samina would be returning, and around 8 pm. had a light dinner, before turning on my laptop and getting some office work done. It was then that I noticed that the deeper I had gotten into being a cuckold, the more productive I seem to be at work. My boss had noted on several occasions, that the quality of my work, which was already quite high, seemed to have gone through the roof, and I wondered if there was any connection.
It was just after 11 pm. when I finished going over and amending the latest set of specifications for our new product line testing and quality assurance procedures, and had just shutdown the laptop when I heard Samina walk in thorough the front door. Along with her, I saw Eric come in as well, carrying her bag.
“Would you like some coffee, or something to drink Eric?” Asked Samina, as they entered the living room.
“No thanks, Samina, I think I'll head for home, it's been a long day.” Said Eric.
I came out into the living room, and Eric offered to shake hands with me, and I noticed a grin on his face as we shook hands.
“Thanks for everything Samina!” Eric called out as he walked towards the entrance.
“My pleasure Eric, anytime,” said Samina sweetly.
Samina smiled, walked over to me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Hi sweetie.” She said. I noticed she had changed clothes. In the morning she had left dressed in a pair of denim capris, and a sleeveless cotton top. Now she was wearing a pair of mid-thigh cotton shorts, and cotton tank top.
“Hello darling,”I said, “have a nice shoot?” I wondered just how much she and Eric had done that day.
“It was great, the weather was perfect, and we got some really nice photographs. I am sure Eric will get an A+. He really is a natural you know. You have no idea how easy he makes it look.” Samina said, putting away her bag.
I only smiled and nodded. “If you only knew just how much of an idea I have!” I thought.
“Would you like some dinner?” I asked.
“No thanks darling, we got something to eat earlier, right now, I am so tired, all I want is to soak in some hot water and then head to bed.” Samina said, and I nodded.
I went to bed, while Samina lay in the tub, soaking for about 20 minutes, after which I heard the the shower run, and soon Samina was in bed besides me.
“So tell me all about it. How did it go? What kind shots did you guys take?” I said. It took all my will power for me not to blurt out that I had seen pictures of her and Eric together, and now wanted to know everything.
“Oh it was pretty much the usual stuff. Only outside.” Said Samina nonchalantly, and my cock jumped.
I wondered if they had actually fucked outside. My cock throbbed in anticipation of that. “Really? What kind of poses did he have you do?” I asked.
“Well it started out pretty normal stuff, just me walking, and looking around, just natural shots, nothing posed.” Samina said. “Eric wanted to capture how a woman looked just being herself.”
“Hmmm... I see,” I said. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“It was, you should see the photographs, they are fantastic!” Samina sounded confident and happy.
“I can't wait to see them. I hope you will show them to me soon.” I said.
“In a day or two, Eric will let me have them.” Samina said, and with that she turned over and was soon fast asleep.
I was disappointed, as I hoped that she would tell me more, maybe even admit to sleeping with Eric, but alas she did no such thing. One other thought that occurred to me was that she must have developed a real trust with Eric, not to care that he had incriminating photographs of her. I made a mental note to ask her about that whenever she admitted to their existence.
The next two days were spent normally. You know doing the things husbands and wives do. We went to some friends for dinner, worked around the house, and did the thousand and one other small chores that needed to be done. I was a bundle of nerves always on edge hoping that Samina would finally confess. But she did not, in fact she went on as if nothing had happened. To make matters worse she did even get physical with me, baring exchanging a few kisses here and there.
Then, on Wednesday, I came home early to find Eric's car parked outside. From the living room window, inside I saw him sitting next to Samina on the couch and they had were going over what looked like some photographs, sometimes laughing, sometimes exchanging serious comments. I observed them for a few minutes, and saw them exchange kisses and Eric fondle Samina's breasts through her blouse, Samina making no effort to stop him.
Finally, I decided to go in. As silently as possible I opened the unlocked door and walked in. I don't think they heard me come, as I could hear them talk.
“....you are amazing!” I heard Samina say laughingly.
“Well, from what you have told me, compared to Umer, I must be like a god in bed!” Eric laughed, and my cock jumped. So she had told him about my inadequacies!
Samina laughed. “You well-hung men are so lucky, I know, but I think us women are luckier that we get to enjoy you so much.”
Eric went silent. “These pictures are real keepers, and I promise you they will be safe with me. Are you sure Umer will be okay seeing them?”
“Oh don't worry about him. He will be fine.” Samina assured Eric.
“I wish I could be there to see his reaction, when you tell him. I love putting men in their proper place, and I think he really needs to be taken down a peg or two.” Eric said seriously. Samina didn't say anything to that comment, just collected the pictures and put them back in their envelopes.
“Hi!” I said, walking in cheerfully.
“Oh hi Umer.” Samina got up an walked up to me and kissed me hard.
“Hi Umer,” said Eric snickering.
“Hey Eric, good to see you again.” I said, trying to not let his superior, condescending attitude get to me.
“Well, I was just getting ready to leave,” said Eric to me, then turning to Samina, “I have to do one more photo set for the class next week, will you be available this coming weekend?”
“Of course Eric, I will gladly be there. What time?” Samina said happily.
“Oh around noonish on Saturday. I want to take some pictures of you by the lake.” Eric said, and Samina nodded.
We walked Eric out to his care. He kissed Samina on the cheek, and shook my hand, and snickered before driving away.
“How come Eric was here?” I asked Samina as we walked back hand in hand.
“Oh he came by to drop off the photographs.” Samina said. “Want to see them?”
“Of course I do!” I said eagerly, and Samina laughed.
We sat on the very same couch that Samina and Eric had been sitting on, only this time I sat where Eric had sat earlier. The photographs were in their envelops, of which there were 8. I waited expectantly as Samina arranged the envelopes in order.
Then she turned to me and smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes.” I said. “I am ready!”
Samina laughed again. “OK, but before you see these pictures, you should know that I have slept with Eric several times.”
“What?” I tried to pretend astonishment. “Why? When?”
“Because I wanted to. Ever since I saw him beat you racquetball, and I saw how well packed his shorts were, I have wanted him. He fucked me the very first day I went to him for his photography class.”
“But why? You said you wouldn't?” I said.
“No sweetie, I said I would never do anything to hurt your career or diminish your standing in your company. Sleeping with Eric did neither of those things.” Samina said simply.
“But Eric? How will I ever face him again?” I said softly, my cock fully hard now.
“What's the problem? So he knows he is fucking your wife. Big deal!” Samina snorted.
“But, its so humiliating for me! I mean I just fired the guy. And for the time he will be consulting for us, I will be his boss, his superior!” I explained.
“I know!” Samina laughed. “Isn't that the most delicious irony?”
“What?” I said flabbergasted.
“It's so ironic, that you are his boss in public, but in private he is your superior!” Samina snickered.
“Oh!” I said.
“Well your mind might be telling you one thing, but your cock, “said Samina squeezing my crotch, “is saying something else.”
“How can I face Eric, knowing full well.....” I could not complete my sentence.
“Knowing full well that he can take your wife places you never could?” Samina said squeezing my crotch again.
I could only nod my head in agreement.
“Oh honey don't worry, just treat him with respect and he will return the favor, well mostly he will, although I am sure he will no chance to let you know of his superiority, sexually speaking.” Samina said matter-of-factly.
My mouth dropped open at her casual take on all this. It was almost as if she was enjoying herself. And quick look at the smile on her face told me that she was enjoying my discomfort.
“Now lets look at these pictures, I had a blast having them taken, I hope you enjoy looking at them just as much!” Samina said as the opened the first envelop.
Over the next 2 hours we proceeded to go over more than 400 photographs. I saw Samina fucking, and sucking Eric in every room of his apartment, outside on the balcony, in the open air, when they had gone on their outdoor photo-shoot, on the beach, in the water. With each picture, Samina gave me details of what happened, how much she enjoyed herself, and just how magnificent Eric's cock felt in her. She did not pull any punches and gave me all the gory details, in effect knocking more holes in my final wall of malehood. She laughed when she told me how deep he had gone in her, or how wide he had stretched her, or how each of his testicles felt almost as big as both of mine put together. She got a dreamy look in her eyes, when she described, in agonizing detail, how it felt orgasming on Eric's cock, and she squeezed my crotch hard when she told me just how much she loved having big cocks fuck her.
By the end of the photo show, I was a blubbering wreck. So aroused was I by the photographs and Samina's accompanying commentary, that I could barely form a coherent sentence. Samina took notice of that and laughed a little.
“Why don't you take your little dick out and I'll jerk you off sweetie!” She said sweetly.
“Oh would you please?” I implored her, unzipping my trousers.
“Of course sweetie.” She said reaching into my underwear and grabbing hold of my erect dick.
Her grip felt wonderful, and I sighed. “Ohhhh!”
Samina took it out of my underwear and gripped it hard. Then she said, “you know I held Eric's cock in my hand too, and it was this thick,” she loosened her grip and formed a circle what was at least twice as wide as my cock was, and then she held a palm a good 4 inches above the tip of my penis and said, “and at least this long!”
“Wow!” I whispered.
Samina laughed. “But it was not anywhere near as cute, or cuddly as yours. While yours like a gerbil, his is more like a Doberman!” My cock twitched, and she squeezed it hard.
Then she started masturbating me, holding a wad of tissue paper on the tip. It was not long, before I felt my cock stiffen and ejaculate, a wet spot growing progressively bigger. “Ahhhhh!” I cried out softly. “Ohhhh Samina that felt amazing!”
Samina smiled and said, “I am glad it did darling. I enjoy giving you pleasure!”
My professional relationship with Eric experienced a subtle shift. I was more respectful of his opinions but it did not in anyway hamper our company, as his advice and recommendations were spot on, and in the office, he did not do anything to indicate that he was fucking my wife. Outside, however Eric lost no opportunity to drop hints at how much of a better lover he was. In fact on more than on occasion he mentioned Samina, but always indirectly hinting that he had been fucking, then when he could see that I knew what he was talking about, he would always give me a snicker of superiority.