Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mind you, I am not talking about S&M and bondage type physical domination, no I mean more subtle, mentally, and psychologically deeper, and more satisfying domination. The shift to that sort of a relationship I think had started from the day Samina had first shown me those photographs, everything since then took us deeper along the path, and only strengthened and reinforced it. Now it is impossible to pinpoint when it started, but it that it did start is irrefutable, and that it led to some place neither one of us probably expected it to lead is also beyond debate. We are now at a point, where its not just about sex anymore, although that still continues to play a huge role, now its a lot more. Personally I am at a point where for me the only source of pleasure is knowing that Samina is being pleasured, and Samina is at a point where she does not even think of my sexual pleasure any more, to her its only natural that I derive pleasure from the pleasure that she receives, and I agree with that completely.

Now, don't for a minute think that being a beta male in bed translates to being a beta or unsuccessful male professionally. Quite the contrary, in my professional life I have enjoyed exemplary success. When I married Samina, I was a junior manager, just a few short years later, I was a Senior Vice President (SVP) for research and development, reporting directly to the CEO. A position that would have taken most men 20+ years to achieve, I had reached in less than 10! Our company had grown immensely in that time, and was now on the Fortune 500 list. In that time I had received many offers from other companies to join them, but on Samina's advice I turned them all down. Quite possibly the best career move I could have made. Now, my name was even being thrown about as a possible successor to our CEO, who was slated to retire in a few years.
Why am I telling you all this? Well, I want to make clear, that having a wife who discovered her true sexual nature and then helped me completely discover mine (remember that it was Pushpa who had first brought it out in me! Samina just took the process to its natural conclusion.), does not mean that a man is totally emasculated and a failure. Samina and I talked about this a lot, as there was a time when I was truly afraid that she would lose all respect of me and leave me. Samina assured me that I was the only man for her, and no matter how many sexual partners she might have, they were not worth leaving me for. She loved me too much. In fact, now that we had both stopped fighting our natural selves, she respected me all the more for it, as it meant I had to abandon all notions of maleness and manhood that had been expected of me by social, and cultural conditioning. She even went so far as to suggest, that once I had accepted her and myself for what we really are, the subconscious inner conflict in me was no longer there, and I probably became a better person, and professional because of it.
I will not bore you with details of my academic success right now (that may come later!) but suffice to say that I was not exactly a moron, but I think Samina was right, it was mentally speaking, very liberating to accept us as what we were. I think with the inner struggle and the accompanying baggage gone, I did became a better person and professional. So in that respect to, I was very lucky that I had found in Samina, a wife who not only understood herself and me, but also had the courage to take not only the first step, but also to correctly time all subsequent steps as well!
A few days after our return from Miami, we got back into our lives. When one morning during breakfast, she suddenly said, "god I'm feeling frisky now and need a good licking. The Come take care of your wife!"
I laughed and within a minute we were back in bed. I spent the next 40 minutes eating her to orgasm after orgasm. After the fourth one, she asked, "Is your neck sore?"
I answered her, "A little, why?”
"Because I want another one."
I went down on her again.
Finally she orgasmed one more time, and said, "you can have sex with me later. We are already late for work!”
I got up and went to wash, my face was covered in her juices. I knew I smelled of her pussy, a smell I found intoxicating.
"Thanks, Umer. You spoil me so much!” Samina said dreamily, her eyes closed.
I happily said, "Samina, I love spoiling you!”
I was aroused as hell, and would have loved to climax, but I had responsibilities. I also knew she would make it up to me, perhaps before she left for work, but most likely after she got home. anything about them.
We were also still connecting sexually. She never complained about my performance during intercourse, but I knew she didn't get a lot of pleasure from it. She only came if I had given her a lot of oral sex prior to penetrating her. It did not help that I seemed to cum much to fast for her.
I don't know why, suddenly I became preoccupied with my inability to bring her to orgasm solely from the thrusting of my penis. I went to several adult stores looking to purchase various dildos, even though Samina had often voiced her distaste of them. Looking at the wide variety only reinforced my feelings of inadequacy. I possessed an undersized cock. Finally, I found a dildo I particularly liked. It was 8 or 9 inches long, thick, and with the flick of a switch, the head would rotate one way and the shaft the other. Flick the switch further and it would also vibrate. I decided Samina would love it and if she didn't well we could easily throw it in the garbage.
Two men were at the counter, the owner who was behind the counter running the cash register and a customer who was buying something. They were both big men, had beards, muscular, reminding me of bikers. I walked up and they quit talking. I put the dildo on the counter. They looked it then looked at me. I felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves.
The owner rang up my purchase.
I don't know why but I offered an explanation, "It's for me to use on my wife."
His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged glances with the other man, "yeah, right." They both chuckled.
"Look," he said, "If you want a good fucking, I'll take you in back right now." The other man said, "you have a nice ass in those pretty little pants of yours!"
I know my face was bright red. I was speechless. I almost ran out of there leaving my money and the dildo behind. When I did speak what came out was "No thank you, but thanks for the compliment. I'm married."
The owner laughed, "the hottest ones always are. If you change your mind I'll be here." He handed me my change. His friend told me not to forget my purchase.
A few days later I tried out the dildo on Samina. She was leery of it, but said she'd give it a shot. Alas it was not to her liking at all. “It can't compare the real thing!”
“Then into the garbage it goes,” I laughed.
“That's where it belongs,” Samina snickered, as I threw it in the garbage pail at our bedside.
"Does it turn you on seeing me suck another cock?" Asked Samina suddenly.
"A lot." I said, speaking the truth without even having to think. This really was the first time we had talked about such things.
"It turns me on too." Samina said softly.
I interpreted her comment as an invitation for a discussion far more important. I debated on how to respond. Neither of us was blind to what was happening. It was obvious that we needed to have a talk. All the sexual experiences she had been enjoying were great, but we hadn't really talked about our feelings, about how things were progressing, and where they might lead.
I decided to open the door further, "really"
She didn't answer right away. I knew she was debating how to answer. Was I fishing for the truth so I could lash out at her, looking for a lie to make myself feel better, or wanting this to be our journey? She decided I didn't want to hear a lie. She wore her feelings on her sleeve. I also didn't sound angry, but aroused, like her. I noticed her nipples were rigid and reminded myself to include them when I resumed eating her. And I knew this conversation was going to continue our lovemaking, not stop it.
"Yes!” She said.
"I knew it!” I said.
"You're not mad?" She asked.
"Of course not, I have known all along.” I said calmly.
"Was I that obvious?" Samina laughed.
"Yes." I laughed back her.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings. I feel bad for not telling you."
"It's okay. My feelings aren't hurt. Why should they be, I understand why you like it.” I said, holding her hand.
"You do?"
"Yes, you have this need that can only be satisfied in a certain way. And i support you fully in that.” I said simply and Samina smiled.
"I love you so much, darling!” Samina squeezed my hand.
"I love you too, Samina. And nothing will ever change that." I squeezed back.
"You are handsome and you treat me so well. I am certain that no other man could treat me as well as you do. You are too special." Samina reached over and kissed me.
We kissed. She told me she loved me and I told her I loved her. I lowered my head as she fed me one of her breasts. Her nipple was taut. I gently nipped at it, eliciting a moan from her. Then I slowly moved down along her stomach and abdomen and gave her oral sex, which she really enjoyed, and as I felt her orgasm, I looked up at her, my face covered with her dried juices, " I love the way you taste!"
Samina gave me a weak smile and moaned softly. She snuggled up to me and hugged me squeezing me against her, "I love you so much. It's such a relief to be able to share with you my feelings. From the very beginning, I was certain that you would support me. I think I am the luckiest woman in the whole world! It is so wonderful that it it excites you physically when you know I am with another man.”
"Yes, it always does.” I said, again speaking the truth that came naturally.
"And you love eating me don't you?” Samina snickered.
"Yes, I do." Again nothing but the simple truth. “I love eating you!”
"You like eating me that much?"
"Yes, I'm in another world when I'm between your legs. All I think about is that wet soft pink flesh, how good it feels and tastes, and how much pleasure I'm bringing you. I feel like I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Even though I' may me thinking of another man, as you eat me?” Samina asked seriously.
I swallowed hard before answering, "Yes, even then!”
Our conversation ended rather abruptly as the phone rand, I got up to answer it. Samina told me to cover her with a blanket. She wanted to get in a little nap. She then thanked me for indulging her, "not many men would put up with a woman like me. I feel very lucky to have you as my husband."
"I'm the lucky one," I countered. “Because I know that you love me. They may possess you body, but only I possess your soul, your very being!” I said as I walked to the phone.
“Yes, darling, that is exactly how it is, I am so glad we can both accept that as being the deepest, most sacred truth between us.” Samina said, as she smiled at me and closed her eyes.
A few days later it was Saturday. I hadn't really seen much of her. She would get in bed after I was asleep. I would get out of bed before she awoke, and head to work. She was working late, and I went to bed before she returned home, as there was no point in staying awake. My days were long but fulfilling. I didn't masturbate too often, but since our big discussion I couldn't go sleep until I had cum. As for what I thought about while masturbating, it was to the same image, one of her lovers, fucking my Samina. I felt relieved afterwards, and sometimes found it strange, to think that not many men would be jacking off to images of their wives having intercourse with another man! Yet here I was doing exactly that and loving it.
Saturday morning, Samina walked into our kitchen, sat down at the table, still wiping the sleep from her eyes, her only piece of clothing an almost sheer blue nightgown. It was my turn to make breakfast, but rather than make her something, I had earlier nipped over to a Pakistani/Indian restaurant nearby and picked up some halwa, chaat, and puri. We both loved those, and occasionally indulged in the delicious, if heavy breakfast.
I heated the breakfast, while she talked about her evening at work. We ate our breakfast in silence, enjoying it to the fullest. I thought she might want to talk about our feelings some more, but she didn't. She took a napkin, wiped her mouth, and hurried back to the bedroom, leaving me to clean up.
She pulled her nightgown off and climbed on the bed. I joined her in bed, and was soon lapping away at her very wet pussy. She asked if I was her cunt licker and I muffled I was. She said it was a good thing she had a cunt licker because she loved being licked; it was her favorite sex act from me. I could only moan an agreement, as my mouth was full of her pussy at that point.
“You know, I love it when you cum as you are giving me oral sex!” Samina said, referring to the fact that often, I would shoot a load as I was eating her out. |I find it a real turn on to know you're going to cum from eating me."
I stopped eating her. "But I can't get hard again for a while.”
"That's okay. What's important is we've both climaxed." Said Samina.
I resumed eating her and ceased worrying about getting too excited. When I came halfway through eating her, it felt good to climax into my pyjama bottoms. Afterwards she asked if I had and I told her yes, going from a prone position to a standing kneel. She looked at the very big wet spot and smiled telling me she liked knowing I could achieve an orgasm from eating her.
Samina wanted to cuddle so the two of us lay on our sides face to face, exchanging kisses and talking. She lifted up a breast and told me to not forget them. I bent down and sucked the left one. She then did the same with her right and I took its hard nipple into my mouth. "You are so oral. I'm so lucky. You have no idea how talented your mouth is. The other wives would be so jealous! There are times, when your tongue almost makes up for your small peepee." Samina sighed.
It was nice to hear, but I wondered if they would feel so jealous knowing I was such a poor fuck. Would the desire for a hard pounding outweigh a good licking? Her orgasms were powerful when I ate her, but we both knew it that wasn't enough. Her body craved penetration, real penetration from a 'real' cock. We lay there slowly making out.
“So how come you don't like dildos?” I asked.
She answered, "sweetie, it was nice, but I'm just an old fashioned girl. I don't think god intended for us to replace what he gave us for pleasure with tools made of plastic operated by batteries. When someone invents a dildo that feels and behaves like a real penis I might change my mind, but until then I'm going to pass."
What I read between the lines was that she really the cock of a 'real' man. If she couldn't have it she would rather forgo intercourse, be it from me or from a dildo! She seemed quite content to have me climax in my p.j.s rather than thrusting about in her vagina giving her no pleasure. I was quiet feeling a little stung, vulnerable, and inadequate, at that revelation. I always knew she could orgasm from intercourse with her lovers, just not with me
"Get me the dildo and I'll show you why." Samina said.
I was intrigued and did as she asked. We had not thrown it away, as I had fished it out of the trash can and put it away in case Samina changed her mind some day. She took it in her hand, turned it on, watched it rotate, pushed the switch further turning on the vibrator. In the quiet of our bedroom, it was noisy to the point of being distracting.
She pointed out no penis does what it does. She turned it off. She held it to my mouth, "Suck it." I opened my mouth and she put it in. "It's hard, tastes of plastic, is cold. Don't you agree?" She took it out of my mouth.
I still refused to get it. I thought she was missing the point. It was a surrogate and could make her cum, to very powerful orgasms. Samina looked at me. Her eyes seemed to bore a hole through me. "Still not convinced?" I didn't answer. "How would you like a cold, plastic object inside you?” Samina asked, and suddenly I saw her point.