28-04-2019, 02:59 PM
Oh and about Samina trusting him with the photographs? Well, I asked her about it and she said that no matter what issues I may have with Eric, the fact was the she was convinced that he was reliable person and she believed him, when he said that the photographs would not leave his computer. And I guess they have not, because so far there has no been indication from anyone we know that they have seen those pictures, fortunately it appears that not only did Eric keep the pictures encrypted on his hard drive, he had actually developed them himself as well, and did not trust them to the people working in the development center, which was owned by a friend of his, and whom he convinced that he had to develop pictures himself for the class.
Unlike her previous lovers, Eric is still part of Samina's sex life, although the frequency with which they meet has gone down significantly. But they still get together now and then. Shortly after Samina showed me the photographs, Eric requested me to cancel his consulting contract, as he wanted to take a few months off, before returning to the work force. Today he is the head of marketing for a major department store chain, and has a string of girlfriends, 4 of whom (including Samina) are married women!
Well for me, Samina's sleeping with Eric was another milestone. It was clear, that one Samina did not care what I thought about a man, if she was in lust with someone, she would make it happen. Her main concern was her own comfort level with a guy, and if that was OK, she would do it. Her take of my feeling towards her sleeping with Eric was spot on. And since then I have never doubted her judgement. In fact there have been men she has been really attracted to, and has not approached or given the time of day to, just because as she put it, she got bad vibes from them.
it’s foolish to think that
So far, I had often heard or read that women don’t care about a man’s looks, sexual ability or penis size. And it’s usually a man who would say such things. I know believe that these beliefs are just wishful thinking on the part of men. Females are very much attracted to beauty; they are also attracted to strength and penis size. Until recently, when women were asked if penis size mattered, their answer was, “No.” If asked about the importance of physical appearance, their answer was, “Not important.” If asked how often they thought about having sex with another man, they said, “Never.” Even when asked about the importance of money, their answer was, “It doesn’t matter.” Why? Because that’s what men wanted to hear. But after knowing that Samina had enjoyed fucking Eric, I was convinced that for penis size, and sexual prowess trumped all his other qualities. He was not tall, he was not good looking, he was rich, but not excessively, he did not buy her any expensive gifts, yet she loved fucking him. How could a man with a small penis, and average or perhaps just below average staying and recovery power compete sexually? You may want to believe that the size of a man’s penis doesn’t matter, but I know for a fact that it matters a lot! And there is no sugar coating the fact that if you mother nature has been kind some, and unkind to others, I had to accept that being in the latter category was my misfortune!
Much later, one day, I asked Samina about why penis size matter and she quite matter of factly explained that it common sense. If you stick your finger into an empty mason jar you don’t feel anything, do you? A larger, thicker penis could reach areas and stimulate in way that a small one could not. A small penis can be frustrating, she had told me, and completely unfulfilling.
I also came to the conclusion that we guys aren’t worried that our partners will get stretched out from sleeping with other guys; we are afraid that our partners will find more enjoyable penises. We men, are afraid that our penis is going to be compared to other penises. If you have been blessed with a big one, you won't care, if not, then either you will constantly worry about it, or you will accept it and go on with your life much contented. I think by the time Samina had slept with Eric, I had reached that point for certain.
About a month or so after her relationship with Eric tapered off somewhat, , while shopping at a clothing store she jokingly picked up this skimpy dress and said giggling "This is the dress I need!"
I asked her to try it on for size, and if it fit she should get it. When she walked out of the fitting room to show me the new outfit on, I was simply floored. The dress stopped at least 10 inches above her knees. It was tight and showed off her shapely upper thighs and the profile of her hips. Also it barely covered her upper breasts. I noticed how she turned the head of these guys who were hanging around the fitting room. We bought it immediately. Alas, no idea that the dress would be instrumental in another huge hole being punched through that final, crumbling, wall of male sexual form that was still keeping my true psyche from become free.
Samina wore the dress for the first time, when we went to dinner together. She liked it so much, that she bought several others just like it. Samina always maintained that while she was not an exhibitionist in the true sense of the word, she loved wearing revealing clothes, that showed as much as possible, without showing everything! In a weird way seeing her in those outfits never failed to stir me. I was proud to have her and at the same time felt helpless in not being able to stop her as she became more and more assertive and confident in her approach.
I was turned on even more so because of it and that in turn would further fuel the fire of jealousy and helplessness. I felt many times when we went out dancing or to parties with friends or colleagues from work, it was as if I was a mere spectator among many and she was the main attraction. So I found the easy way around the conflict brewing inside me. I would compliment her on her looks and her wardrobe. What else could I do?
That brings us to the main thrust of the story. That Friday, started out just like any other day. I thought Samina and I were going to be going for a night out in town dinner, and dancing, followed by one of our traditional, if increasingly less frequent bouts of love making, However, when I got home from work, Samina, informed me that Ron, one of her coworkers, who had quit as few days earlier and would be moving to Michigan in a few days, was coming to our house for dinner. She said she had always liked Ron, and wanted to give him a goodbye dinner.
Having met Ron on couple of occasions, he came across as being quite arrogant. He was a big headed, self-centered sort of guy who thought he was a gift to women. I remembered that at her company's New Year party how he was flirting with Samina. He had pissed me off on more than few occasions. The guy didn't seem to care how inappropriate it was for him to behave that way at a company function. If he wasn't feeling her up on the dance floor he was making crude remarks about Samina' breasts and her panties or running his hands on her butt and so on. I remember finally I had to peel Samina out of his paws as we left the party. Had he been anyone but a co-worker of her's I don't think I would have been this upset, but the fact was that his behavior, while no doubt detrimental to his own career, could also seriously impact Samina's negatively, and I was a little surprised that she did not stop him from behaving that way.
Yet...I knew his confidence, as annoying as he was to me and other guys (married ones specially), he was a stud. I had heard on more than one occasion Samina talk about stories circulating around at her office about his supposed wild romps with different females who worked there. The stories as juiced up as they might have been, told of his endless stamina, a huge cock to boot and how he would drench, no flood his female 'victims' with cum before he was done with them. I knew on a few occasions I had seen a certain glimmer in Samina's eyes while she recounted such accounts to me. I discounted it as just female jest, there was no way she would sleep with someone from her workplace, that kind of thing is never a good idea, both of us had agreed.
Over a period of time these accounts did nothing but make me feel aroused and humiliated, particularly, since Samina had this look of intense desire as she talked about them. I mean, by now you all know, that I am not a stud by any measure, size, or stamina, or the amount of my offering to my woman. I couldn't help but think of the yearnings in Samina's eyes as she described Ron's antics, as her way of reinforcing just how little I could pleasure her. And now here he was coming to our house for dinner. I knew Samina must have something in mind, and now that he was no longer her co-worker, the main hurdle keeping her from sleeping with him, was gone. So I was sure that I would be in for a humiliating night, the thought made my mind worry, and my penis jump!
As it approached the time for Ron to arrive I found myself getting increasingly uneasy with anticipation. Samina, was upstairs in the shower getting ready. She giggled a lot, and gave me knowing looks, but would not say anything. She just seemed like she couldn't wait as she told me to fire up the grill for some steaks. I was anxious beyond measure and worse, I could not pinpoint the source of my anxieties, already I was feeling like she she was teasing me. On one hand I was not too worried about having a single guy, a sex stud no less, around my wife while she was all decked out, but on the other hand I was surprising myself, to point of shock. With each passing moment I was getting aroused with possibilities and probabilities of what he might try tonight Samina, and how I would enjoy seeing them together. I loved seeing Samina with other men, but other the pictures, I had not seen anything of her with Eric, I wanted to it all in real life!
I was in middle of much turmoil when I heard a car pull in our drive way. I had no plans, no preconceived notions of what I was going to do. It was simply an impulse, a crazy unplanned reaction. I ran down in the basement and ignored the door bell. I knew Samina had just walked out of the shower before the bell rang. But I wanted her to receive him.
After the third bell, Samina opened the bathroom door upstairs and yelled for me to answer the door. Receiving no immediate answer, she probably figured that I must be outside. She walked down the stairs. I cracked the basement door to see. To say I was shocked is a gross misrepresentation. I was frozen in place. She had a towel wrapped around her wet hair and had put on only a short white silk robe. The wet fabric of the robe clung on her breasts. As she passed in front of cracked door I got a glimpse of her hard nipples protruding out and how the robe having been tied at her waist was pulled dangerously up to her upper thighs. She knew it would be him. I was mesmerized by her look and the notion that she was going to open the door like that and let Ron in. Worse yet, I was mortified that by not opening the door myself I had caused my wife to come down, almost naked to let this guy in my house and what he might try to do right off the bat. But at least my suspicious were confirmed, she had either already slept with him, or intended to do so that night.
Samina opened the door. As she let Ron in, I watched with increasing arousal, as he gathered Samina, into his arms and kissed her full on her mouth. I just about shot my load, when Samina returned his kiss and I thought she even opened her mouth as I was peeping at them. After a long kiss, she put her hand on his chest and tried to push him away while giggling. "..mm.. Ron stop....Umer... is here ..." I could tell she was only being half-serious at best.
"Oh yeah right...where is he?" Ron challenged, but he wasn't letting her go. Still holding her by her waist tight against his crotch.
I couldn't process the information presented before me fast enough. I found it intensely arousing that her objection was not that they shouldn't be doing this, but that it was wrong because I was home. Had she allowed him to kiss her like that before? My penis got harder thinking about it! I wanted to walk out but I was embarrassed if I walked out right now I would not only displayed a tented crotch, but also, would have no choice but to have to deal with having to see both of them in a very awkward embrace which was .....well very humiliating for me. The only thing I could do was restrain myself to see what would develop next.
"Ahh come on baby he is probably outside!" I heard Ron tell Samina, as he kissed her once again
"Are you sure?" Samina giggled again.
I watched, helpless aroused, as my wife wantonly kissed her friend back mashing her mouth to his. When she had reached up and wrapped her hands around Ron's neck her short little robe exposed a little bit of her succulent butt. Ron didn't waste any time in letting his hand drop down over her exposed bottom and pulling her tight. I cannot tell you how erotic I found it all.
That's when it happened! He had turned his face side ways a little while kissing Samina. He was squeezing her naked butt cheeks! I had a full view, as her back was facing the cracked basement door. That was when while watching them I inadvertently pushed the door a little. The movement caught his eye and I was there standing at the threshold watching my wife, almost naked in his arms with him caressing her ass. We locked eyes! In that moment, with no words ever spoken.
I was presented with a choice. To accept the situation as it was and embarrass myself at his hand with the humiliation he was dishing out. He knew perfectly the dilemma he had me in. I numbly watched as he broke the kiss, keeping Samina facing the opposite way, he grinned at my predicament and he pushed his hands between her thighs. He never broke the stare as he rubbed her pussy. I heard a moan scope from Samina's mouth.
I was shocked. Time ceased to exist. After what seemed like an eternity I turned back towards the basement steps and quietly walked down.
"We have to stop!" I heard her whisper...giggling.
“Don't worry about your husband!” Ron said.
“It's not that, I need to go get changed!” Samina giggled again.
Now it had gotten worse. He knew that I saw them, and I didn't do anything. Wasn't that a permit for him to operate freely? Did he already know I was a cuckold, or did I just give myself away? I had to make myself breath, and think. At the same time I was painfully aware of the erection the obscenely manifested itself at my crotch? Oh god, had Ron seen that too? Did he know how aroused I was watching him enjoy Samina, as she openly threw herself at him? Was that what made him grin at me like that?
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my penis, and I decided that it was time for me to join them. I walked up the stairs again, making loud noises with each step. As I reached up I saw the two finally separated as he smiled at me knowingly. Samina didn't seem concerned about it,though she was clearly flushed. The two of them didn't say anything for what seemed forever but it was only just a few seconds although it was a noticeable pause.
After the usual pleasantries, I offered Ron a drink while Samina went to change. Ron was, as usual full of himself. He didn't mention seeing me through the cracked door but I had no doubt he did. He commented how sexy Samina was. I tried to play cool all the while I was burning inside with humiliation, knowing how easily Samina had let him fondle her.. I was glad when I heard Samina coming down. She had on the newest blouse and skirt she had bought recently.
The skirt was not just a mini skirt, it was a micro-mini. The blouse was some kind of clingy material. You couldn't see through it but her tits were perfectly outlined. She didn't seem even a little embarrassed by just how much or her was on display for Ron. But then why would she be embarrassed, I was certain that he goal was to seduce Ron, even if she had slept with him before, which I was fairly confident she had done too.
It was one thing for Samina to humiliate and tease me, but standing there with Ron, who was smirking at every opportunity, was too much for me. Even Eric had not been so open, and when he had hinted his dalliances with Samina, she not been around. This was completely different. So why didn't I want to stop it? Why did it feel right? Why did I feel that I was in my proper place? What the hell was going on with me?
I don't remember much about the dinner or the conversation other than Ron openly flirting with my wife, not caring I was there. In fact both of them behaved as if I was not there at all. He made comments about her tits and her ass. He even once alluded to his monster size. Samina giggled at his gestures, and thanked him for the compliments.
After having cleared the table we sat in the living room. Samina looked so enticing. I noticed Ron checking out Samina every chance he got, especially when she shifted position. Then he would zero in on her thighs to try and get a 'beaver shot. I could hardly blame him. I was trying to do the same thing, only less conspicuously.
"How about some music?" Ron said suddenly, as he sipped some cognac. He got up, and selected a CD. The music started and Ron asked Samina, if she would like to dance. As it turned out he was an accomplished a dancer, and soon he and Samina were up and dancing. I sat across the way with a raging hard-on. My cock literally ached when they got up to dance, as Samina clinged to Ron.
Ron took Samina by the hand and led her to the open floor. Toward the end of the song, he let one hand slide down to her tight ass, and she shifted her body to get even closer to him. Samina didn't withdraw as Ron drew her close, but she kept flashing glances at me to see how I was reacting. I tried to maintain a poker face, but I probably looked like a pile of jelly as Samina slowly started warming up to him.
They seemed to be totally oblivious to my presence and took a break only to down another drink before they resumed dancing. As the night wore on, they danced more suggestively. Samina was rubbing her breasts against his chest and then she turned and wiggled her ass against the front of his slacks. He was holding her very closely as he let his hands run down her side and rest on her ass. I knew that he was feeling her naked tits flatten out against him and her bare ass cheeks beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
Samina, then straddled Ron's legs and hunched his thigh as they moved to the music. Right then the song ended and boy I was so thankful. I had large beads of sweat running down my forehead. The next song was a fast one. Samina was dancing very close to Ron as she moved to the rhythm of the beat. Then to my amazement she slowly moved into a squat position until her face was even with, and only inches from, his fly. I am sure he was as hard as a rock. I know I was! I couldn't believe my eyes. Was Samina going to blow the guy right there? Thankfully the song ended just then.
The new song was soft and slow, and Samina melted into Ron's arms, his hands resting at the top of her fine ass and hers resting around his neck. As they danced they began kissing. Neither of them attempted to be discrete. Their hands began seeking other body parts. At one point during that song Ron turned Samina around. While standing behind he reached around her. As she stretched her arms above her head to reach around his neck her large breasts threatened to pop out of that ridiculously tight top. Samina tilted her head back and Ron leaned over to hungrily her, and she kissed back.
I got up, I needed another drink. With my legs feeling like jelly, I went to our mini bar to get some drinks, Ron grabbed Samina's waist and pulled her to himself and kissed her hard on her mouth. I could still see them clearly in the bar mirror as he drew his face close to hers to engage in a conversation that I could not hear. I could only imagine what they were saying, but I guessed he was trying to figure out how he could get her undressed
Then out of nowhere, as if it were pre-arranged, Ron let go of Samina, and excused him to go to the bathroom. Samina came to me and grabbed my head and started kissing me. Now I wasn't complaining. I was horny to the extreme. She didn't even try to stop me when I started rubbing her thigh, even though Ron could be coming back any moment. That surprised me very much. Samina was prone to having her lovers seeing me in any sexual contact with her. Then she surprised me more when she opened her legs a little to give me better access. I knew she was ready for my cock right then and I was wishing Ron would leave
After about 5 minutes kissing, and just before my hand found the Promised Land, Samina broke the kiss and went to my ear with her tongue. She circled my ear with her wet tongue. Her hot breath was directed right into my ear. My cock was raging. My hard-on was about to bust through my pants when she stopped licking and cooed into my ear, "would you like to watch me fuck Ron?"
My body jerked when she said that. I almost shot my load right then to hear my sweet wife make such a suggestion. I was frozen in place, as she continued, "mm..do you honey?Do you want to watch me drive Ron crazy with my tongue?” She whispered into my ear.
"Oh.....I....I....I.... I would..dddd...l..lll.ove that Samina, do whatever you want with him! But pleaseee, pleaseee let me watch!" I tried not to be incoherent.
Unlike her previous lovers, Eric is still part of Samina's sex life, although the frequency with which they meet has gone down significantly. But they still get together now and then. Shortly after Samina showed me the photographs, Eric requested me to cancel his consulting contract, as he wanted to take a few months off, before returning to the work force. Today he is the head of marketing for a major department store chain, and has a string of girlfriends, 4 of whom (including Samina) are married women!
Well for me, Samina's sleeping with Eric was another milestone. It was clear, that one Samina did not care what I thought about a man, if she was in lust with someone, she would make it happen. Her main concern was her own comfort level with a guy, and if that was OK, she would do it. Her take of my feeling towards her sleeping with Eric was spot on. And since then I have never doubted her judgement. In fact there have been men she has been really attracted to, and has not approached or given the time of day to, just because as she put it, she got bad vibes from them.
it’s foolish to think that
So far, I had often heard or read that women don’t care about a man’s looks, sexual ability or penis size. And it’s usually a man who would say such things. I know believe that these beliefs are just wishful thinking on the part of men. Females are very much attracted to beauty; they are also attracted to strength and penis size. Until recently, when women were asked if penis size mattered, their answer was, “No.” If asked about the importance of physical appearance, their answer was, “Not important.” If asked how often they thought about having sex with another man, they said, “Never.” Even when asked about the importance of money, their answer was, “It doesn’t matter.” Why? Because that’s what men wanted to hear. But after knowing that Samina had enjoyed fucking Eric, I was convinced that for penis size, and sexual prowess trumped all his other qualities. He was not tall, he was not good looking, he was rich, but not excessively, he did not buy her any expensive gifts, yet she loved fucking him. How could a man with a small penis, and average or perhaps just below average staying and recovery power compete sexually? You may want to believe that the size of a man’s penis doesn’t matter, but I know for a fact that it matters a lot! And there is no sugar coating the fact that if you mother nature has been kind some, and unkind to others, I had to accept that being in the latter category was my misfortune!
Much later, one day, I asked Samina about why penis size matter and she quite matter of factly explained that it common sense. If you stick your finger into an empty mason jar you don’t feel anything, do you? A larger, thicker penis could reach areas and stimulate in way that a small one could not. A small penis can be frustrating, she had told me, and completely unfulfilling.
I also came to the conclusion that we guys aren’t worried that our partners will get stretched out from sleeping with other guys; we are afraid that our partners will find more enjoyable penises. We men, are afraid that our penis is going to be compared to other penises. If you have been blessed with a big one, you won't care, if not, then either you will constantly worry about it, or you will accept it and go on with your life much contented. I think by the time Samina had slept with Eric, I had reached that point for certain.
About a month or so after her relationship with Eric tapered off somewhat, , while shopping at a clothing store she jokingly picked up this skimpy dress and said giggling "This is the dress I need!"
I asked her to try it on for size, and if it fit she should get it. When she walked out of the fitting room to show me the new outfit on, I was simply floored. The dress stopped at least 10 inches above her knees. It was tight and showed off her shapely upper thighs and the profile of her hips. Also it barely covered her upper breasts. I noticed how she turned the head of these guys who were hanging around the fitting room. We bought it immediately. Alas, no idea that the dress would be instrumental in another huge hole being punched through that final, crumbling, wall of male sexual form that was still keeping my true psyche from become free.
Samina wore the dress for the first time, when we went to dinner together. She liked it so much, that she bought several others just like it. Samina always maintained that while she was not an exhibitionist in the true sense of the word, she loved wearing revealing clothes, that showed as much as possible, without showing everything! In a weird way seeing her in those outfits never failed to stir me. I was proud to have her and at the same time felt helpless in not being able to stop her as she became more and more assertive and confident in her approach.
I was turned on even more so because of it and that in turn would further fuel the fire of jealousy and helplessness. I felt many times when we went out dancing or to parties with friends or colleagues from work, it was as if I was a mere spectator among many and she was the main attraction. So I found the easy way around the conflict brewing inside me. I would compliment her on her looks and her wardrobe. What else could I do?
That brings us to the main thrust of the story. That Friday, started out just like any other day. I thought Samina and I were going to be going for a night out in town dinner, and dancing, followed by one of our traditional, if increasingly less frequent bouts of love making, However, when I got home from work, Samina, informed me that Ron, one of her coworkers, who had quit as few days earlier and would be moving to Michigan in a few days, was coming to our house for dinner. She said she had always liked Ron, and wanted to give him a goodbye dinner.
Having met Ron on couple of occasions, he came across as being quite arrogant. He was a big headed, self-centered sort of guy who thought he was a gift to women. I remembered that at her company's New Year party how he was flirting with Samina. He had pissed me off on more than few occasions. The guy didn't seem to care how inappropriate it was for him to behave that way at a company function. If he wasn't feeling her up on the dance floor he was making crude remarks about Samina' breasts and her panties or running his hands on her butt and so on. I remember finally I had to peel Samina out of his paws as we left the party. Had he been anyone but a co-worker of her's I don't think I would have been this upset, but the fact was that his behavior, while no doubt detrimental to his own career, could also seriously impact Samina's negatively, and I was a little surprised that she did not stop him from behaving that way.
Yet...I knew his confidence, as annoying as he was to me and other guys (married ones specially), he was a stud. I had heard on more than one occasion Samina talk about stories circulating around at her office about his supposed wild romps with different females who worked there. The stories as juiced up as they might have been, told of his endless stamina, a huge cock to boot and how he would drench, no flood his female 'victims' with cum before he was done with them. I knew on a few occasions I had seen a certain glimmer in Samina's eyes while she recounted such accounts to me. I discounted it as just female jest, there was no way she would sleep with someone from her workplace, that kind of thing is never a good idea, both of us had agreed.
Over a period of time these accounts did nothing but make me feel aroused and humiliated, particularly, since Samina had this look of intense desire as she talked about them. I mean, by now you all know, that I am not a stud by any measure, size, or stamina, or the amount of my offering to my woman. I couldn't help but think of the yearnings in Samina's eyes as she described Ron's antics, as her way of reinforcing just how little I could pleasure her. And now here he was coming to our house for dinner. I knew Samina must have something in mind, and now that he was no longer her co-worker, the main hurdle keeping her from sleeping with him, was gone. So I was sure that I would be in for a humiliating night, the thought made my mind worry, and my penis jump!
As it approached the time for Ron to arrive I found myself getting increasingly uneasy with anticipation. Samina, was upstairs in the shower getting ready. She giggled a lot, and gave me knowing looks, but would not say anything. She just seemed like she couldn't wait as she told me to fire up the grill for some steaks. I was anxious beyond measure and worse, I could not pinpoint the source of my anxieties, already I was feeling like she she was teasing me. On one hand I was not too worried about having a single guy, a sex stud no less, around my wife while she was all decked out, but on the other hand I was surprising myself, to point of shock. With each passing moment I was getting aroused with possibilities and probabilities of what he might try tonight Samina, and how I would enjoy seeing them together. I loved seeing Samina with other men, but other the pictures, I had not seen anything of her with Eric, I wanted to it all in real life!
I was in middle of much turmoil when I heard a car pull in our drive way. I had no plans, no preconceived notions of what I was going to do. It was simply an impulse, a crazy unplanned reaction. I ran down in the basement and ignored the door bell. I knew Samina had just walked out of the shower before the bell rang. But I wanted her to receive him.
After the third bell, Samina opened the bathroom door upstairs and yelled for me to answer the door. Receiving no immediate answer, she probably figured that I must be outside. She walked down the stairs. I cracked the basement door to see. To say I was shocked is a gross misrepresentation. I was frozen in place. She had a towel wrapped around her wet hair and had put on only a short white silk robe. The wet fabric of the robe clung on her breasts. As she passed in front of cracked door I got a glimpse of her hard nipples protruding out and how the robe having been tied at her waist was pulled dangerously up to her upper thighs. She knew it would be him. I was mesmerized by her look and the notion that she was going to open the door like that and let Ron in. Worse yet, I was mortified that by not opening the door myself I had caused my wife to come down, almost naked to let this guy in my house and what he might try to do right off the bat. But at least my suspicious were confirmed, she had either already slept with him, or intended to do so that night.
Samina opened the door. As she let Ron in, I watched with increasing arousal, as he gathered Samina, into his arms and kissed her full on her mouth. I just about shot my load, when Samina returned his kiss and I thought she even opened her mouth as I was peeping at them. After a long kiss, she put her hand on his chest and tried to push him away while giggling. "..mm.. Ron stop....Umer... is here ..." I could tell she was only being half-serious at best.
"Oh yeah right...where is he?" Ron challenged, but he wasn't letting her go. Still holding her by her waist tight against his crotch.
I couldn't process the information presented before me fast enough. I found it intensely arousing that her objection was not that they shouldn't be doing this, but that it was wrong because I was home. Had she allowed him to kiss her like that before? My penis got harder thinking about it! I wanted to walk out but I was embarrassed if I walked out right now I would not only displayed a tented crotch, but also, would have no choice but to have to deal with having to see both of them in a very awkward embrace which was .....well very humiliating for me. The only thing I could do was restrain myself to see what would develop next.
"Ahh come on baby he is probably outside!" I heard Ron tell Samina, as he kissed her once again
"Are you sure?" Samina giggled again.
I watched, helpless aroused, as my wife wantonly kissed her friend back mashing her mouth to his. When she had reached up and wrapped her hands around Ron's neck her short little robe exposed a little bit of her succulent butt. Ron didn't waste any time in letting his hand drop down over her exposed bottom and pulling her tight. I cannot tell you how erotic I found it all.
That's when it happened! He had turned his face side ways a little while kissing Samina. He was squeezing her naked butt cheeks! I had a full view, as her back was facing the cracked basement door. That was when while watching them I inadvertently pushed the door a little. The movement caught his eye and I was there standing at the threshold watching my wife, almost naked in his arms with him caressing her ass. We locked eyes! In that moment, with no words ever spoken.
I was presented with a choice. To accept the situation as it was and embarrass myself at his hand with the humiliation he was dishing out. He knew perfectly the dilemma he had me in. I numbly watched as he broke the kiss, keeping Samina facing the opposite way, he grinned at my predicament and he pushed his hands between her thighs. He never broke the stare as he rubbed her pussy. I heard a moan scope from Samina's mouth.
I was shocked. Time ceased to exist. After what seemed like an eternity I turned back towards the basement steps and quietly walked down.
"We have to stop!" I heard her whisper...giggling.
“Don't worry about your husband!” Ron said.
“It's not that, I need to go get changed!” Samina giggled again.
Now it had gotten worse. He knew that I saw them, and I didn't do anything. Wasn't that a permit for him to operate freely? Did he already know I was a cuckold, or did I just give myself away? I had to make myself breath, and think. At the same time I was painfully aware of the erection the obscenely manifested itself at my crotch? Oh god, had Ron seen that too? Did he know how aroused I was watching him enjoy Samina, as she openly threw herself at him? Was that what made him grin at me like that?
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my penis, and I decided that it was time for me to join them. I walked up the stairs again, making loud noises with each step. As I reached up I saw the two finally separated as he smiled at me knowingly. Samina didn't seem concerned about it,though she was clearly flushed. The two of them didn't say anything for what seemed forever but it was only just a few seconds although it was a noticeable pause.
After the usual pleasantries, I offered Ron a drink while Samina went to change. Ron was, as usual full of himself. He didn't mention seeing me through the cracked door but I had no doubt he did. He commented how sexy Samina was. I tried to play cool all the while I was burning inside with humiliation, knowing how easily Samina had let him fondle her.. I was glad when I heard Samina coming down. She had on the newest blouse and skirt she had bought recently.
The skirt was not just a mini skirt, it was a micro-mini. The blouse was some kind of clingy material. You couldn't see through it but her tits were perfectly outlined. She didn't seem even a little embarrassed by just how much or her was on display for Ron. But then why would she be embarrassed, I was certain that he goal was to seduce Ron, even if she had slept with him before, which I was fairly confident she had done too.
It was one thing for Samina to humiliate and tease me, but standing there with Ron, who was smirking at every opportunity, was too much for me. Even Eric had not been so open, and when he had hinted his dalliances with Samina, she not been around. This was completely different. So why didn't I want to stop it? Why did it feel right? Why did I feel that I was in my proper place? What the hell was going on with me?
I don't remember much about the dinner or the conversation other than Ron openly flirting with my wife, not caring I was there. In fact both of them behaved as if I was not there at all. He made comments about her tits and her ass. He even once alluded to his monster size. Samina giggled at his gestures, and thanked him for the compliments.
After having cleared the table we sat in the living room. Samina looked so enticing. I noticed Ron checking out Samina every chance he got, especially when she shifted position. Then he would zero in on her thighs to try and get a 'beaver shot. I could hardly blame him. I was trying to do the same thing, only less conspicuously.
"How about some music?" Ron said suddenly, as he sipped some cognac. He got up, and selected a CD. The music started and Ron asked Samina, if she would like to dance. As it turned out he was an accomplished a dancer, and soon he and Samina were up and dancing. I sat across the way with a raging hard-on. My cock literally ached when they got up to dance, as Samina clinged to Ron.
Ron took Samina by the hand and led her to the open floor. Toward the end of the song, he let one hand slide down to her tight ass, and she shifted her body to get even closer to him. Samina didn't withdraw as Ron drew her close, but she kept flashing glances at me to see how I was reacting. I tried to maintain a poker face, but I probably looked like a pile of jelly as Samina slowly started warming up to him.
They seemed to be totally oblivious to my presence and took a break only to down another drink before they resumed dancing. As the night wore on, they danced more suggestively. Samina was rubbing her breasts against his chest and then she turned and wiggled her ass against the front of his slacks. He was holding her very closely as he let his hands run down her side and rest on her ass. I knew that he was feeling her naked tits flatten out against him and her bare ass cheeks beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
Samina, then straddled Ron's legs and hunched his thigh as they moved to the music. Right then the song ended and boy I was so thankful. I had large beads of sweat running down my forehead. The next song was a fast one. Samina was dancing very close to Ron as she moved to the rhythm of the beat. Then to my amazement she slowly moved into a squat position until her face was even with, and only inches from, his fly. I am sure he was as hard as a rock. I know I was! I couldn't believe my eyes. Was Samina going to blow the guy right there? Thankfully the song ended just then.
The new song was soft and slow, and Samina melted into Ron's arms, his hands resting at the top of her fine ass and hers resting around his neck. As they danced they began kissing. Neither of them attempted to be discrete. Their hands began seeking other body parts. At one point during that song Ron turned Samina around. While standing behind he reached around her. As she stretched her arms above her head to reach around his neck her large breasts threatened to pop out of that ridiculously tight top. Samina tilted her head back and Ron leaned over to hungrily her, and she kissed back.
I got up, I needed another drink. With my legs feeling like jelly, I went to our mini bar to get some drinks, Ron grabbed Samina's waist and pulled her to himself and kissed her hard on her mouth. I could still see them clearly in the bar mirror as he drew his face close to hers to engage in a conversation that I could not hear. I could only imagine what they were saying, but I guessed he was trying to figure out how he could get her undressed
Then out of nowhere, as if it were pre-arranged, Ron let go of Samina, and excused him to go to the bathroom. Samina came to me and grabbed my head and started kissing me. Now I wasn't complaining. I was horny to the extreme. She didn't even try to stop me when I started rubbing her thigh, even though Ron could be coming back any moment. That surprised me very much. Samina was prone to having her lovers seeing me in any sexual contact with her. Then she surprised me more when she opened her legs a little to give me better access. I knew she was ready for my cock right then and I was wishing Ron would leave
After about 5 minutes kissing, and just before my hand found the Promised Land, Samina broke the kiss and went to my ear with her tongue. She circled my ear with her wet tongue. Her hot breath was directed right into my ear. My cock was raging. My hard-on was about to bust through my pants when she stopped licking and cooed into my ear, "would you like to watch me fuck Ron?"
My body jerked when she said that. I almost shot my load right then to hear my sweet wife make such a suggestion. I was frozen in place, as she continued, "mm..do you honey?Do you want to watch me drive Ron crazy with my tongue?” She whispered into my ear.
"Oh.....I....I....I.... I would..dddd...l..lll.ove that Samina, do whatever you want with him! But pleaseee, pleaseee let me watch!" I tried not to be incoherent.
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