Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Okay, I get it, it feels artificial and uncomfortable.” I said.

“Exactly, darling. It has none or the warmth, the throbs, or twitches that make the real thing so enjoyable.” Samina explained, and I nodded.
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, lots of talk about lovers, and lots of oral sex from me. I came again in my p.js. But there was no really significant conversation on the subject.
I still masturbated a lot. The theme never changed, another man fucking my wife taking her from one orgasm to another. As for our sex life I thought it was the best. The only thing missing from it lately, was intercourse,which was very rare. I wondered if she ever craved it with me. She asked if I wanted her to be honest. I said I did. She said she didn't miss it at all. In fact she admitted it was better we didn't because it didn't detract from the sex we were having. She asked if I missed it and I told her there were times I did, but I also understood how she felt. Frankly I too felt our sex life was better without intercourse, but still could not bring myself to admit it.
I did ask her if there were times she thought we might do it in the future. She thought for a minute and said we should reserve it for very special days, our anniversary, my birthday, not hers, and the day she gave me her cherry. She also said we could add other days but only if they were for getting her pregnant.
She then dropped a bombshell. When we had intercourse she felt as though she were cheating herself a little, “do you understand, what I am trying to say? That is why I guess we do it so infrequently now."
As crazy as it sounds, I did and replied, "yes." It was clear to me, that because she did not get the pleasure she craved, she felt it unfair that we should have sex often. It seemed more like a duty and chore to her, rather than something pleasurable and enjoyable. And that made prefect sense to me. Still while the frequency was low, we still did have intercourse and even though she just lay there, counting the moment till I was done, I still enjoyed it, although every time, afterwards I was overcome with guilt that I had almost forced myself on to her, and had not even given her any pleasure in return.
This was the first time we have openly discussed how intercourse between us was perhaps more of stress than something love affirming.
We talked a little more about what her desire for other men could lead to, and I asked her, “what if you get pregnant by one of them?”
She thought a little, before replying. “I'll cross that hurdle if it ever comes.”
“But still you have to have given it some thought, as it is very real possibility, particularly after what happened with Derrick.” I pushed her.
Samina took a deep breath. “I think I will keep the baby, and I hope you will support my decision, I know that sounds crazy, but that is what I think.”
"It's not crazy. I will support your decision." I said forcefully, wanting to leave her in no doubt that as far as these sexual matters were concerned, I was totally dedicated to letting her call the shots, her judgement so far having been infallible.
Samina smiled and said, “thank you darling. I know you will always support me. That is what makes you so special.”
I was happy and said so.
“Oh, and I have been meaning to ask you, how did you feel when I asked you to lick me after Ron had fucked me?”
I took a deep breath, remembering that incident. “Well,” I began. “I smelled him before I tasted him. His cum was everywhere and as I probed your vagina it dropped out. I sucked it and your juices down.”
She asked, "did it taste good?"
"Well not at first. I did not find it good at all, the smell was overpowering, and it felt so thick going down my tongue and throat, and it felt dirty. But then I saw the effect it was having and you, and I did not want to stop. So in that respect I guess you could say it was delicious."
Samina was aroused as she heard my description, and she fingered herself. I was times worked up as well .
“I remember you telling me to clean you out, that she wanted me to get it all out of her, to thrust my tongue in deep.” I said, my cock throbbing as I recalled it all.
Samina moaned, and I ejaculated again.
“So you enjoyed it then?” Samina asked after she had brought herself to, what looked like a mild orgasm.
“I don't know Samina. I enjoyed the fact that you liked it a lot, but it still feels a little dirty to me, indeed a little disgusting, and I am not sure if it will ever be a favorite hobby of mine.” I said laughing a little.
“Well sweetie, I loved it. Your tongue felt so wonderful after that hard fuck I got from Ron, and I can't tell you how much it aroused me when you cleaned up after Ron. I really hope to make this sort of thing happen more often.” Samina said, and I worried a little, but did not say anything. If Samina really wanted it, then I would give it to her, it was the least that I could do for her.
A couple of days later, Samina mentioned that she had a hankering for some KFC, so we drove over to one.
“A penny for your thoughts,” said Samina, as she tickled the back of my neck. What are you nervous about?"
"I don't know. I can't be sure of what my thoughts are right now, I guess." I said quietly, as we took our orders and found a quiet corner to sit in.
"Don't be. Just go with it. Did you enjoy the other night?" Samina said helpfully.
"I did."
"Me too. Are you worried I might leave you?" Samina was suddenly very serious.
"I guess so. I don't know. I guess, a little. How can I hope to compete with men who are better than me?"
Samina took a sip of her Coke, and took her time answering, "Better than you, at some things, yes."
"Like what?" I asked.
"I think you know the answer. Or do you want me to draw a picture?" Samina sounded a little upset at me.
"No. I know the answer. I just feel so........." I could not put it in words.
She finished my thought, "Inadequate, humiliated, betrayed."
"Yes." I said immediately.
Samina, was as cool as a cucumber, holding a leg of chicken which she started to eat. She ate the leg before responding. "You should feel what you're feeling, but instead of being ashamed of those feelings, embrace them. I suppose, I did betray you and I'm going to keep betraying you. And we both know why. First because I need what you can't give me. And second because deep down you enjoy being betrayed! I had figured that out about you months before I actually did do it!”
I started to interrupt, but she cut me off. "Let me finish. Then say what you want to. You are sexually inadequate, but it's not your fault. Not all men can be well hung, or gods in bed. Just like not everyone can be a world class sprinter, or a Nobel prize calibre scientist. But that does not mean they cannot be good at other things. You have a small penis and you climax rather quickly. We might work on your control, but you would still have a small penis so what's the point. The end result will be the same, unsatisfactory intercourse for me. You don't want me to be unhappy or unsatisfied, do you?"
"Of course not." I said quickly.
"I didn't think so. It's normal for you to feel humiliated. By betraying, if you want to call it that, I don't think that at all, anyway, I expressed a preference for another man over you. And you find it humiliating to be inadequate and powerless to make it better. I know if you had it in you you would make your penis grow, but you can't! Are you following me?" Samina was vehement in her argument. “You like eating me out, and driving me crazy with your tongue, and I love for you it!
"I am." I said quiet.
"I want you to focus on the positive. You eat me amazingly. You do more for me emotionally than any other man. You are my husband and best friend. Nothing, not even the best lover I could ever have, will change that. You have no idea how lucky I am, to be able to experience what I have so far, secure in the knowledge I have you to come home to. Now I want you to open your legs and close your eyes." Samina said.
I did and it wasn't long before I felt her toes rubbing against the erection her talk had inspired.
"Feels good doesn't it? Now I want you to imagine Ron, fucking me and how good it makes me feel. Don't I deserve to feel that good from intercourse?" Samina asked me pointedly.
"You do. I'm sorry Samina” I said softly.
"Quit apologizing. This is so much better for us. We both not only want it, but need it. Admit it. You like eating me, far more than you like being inside me." Samina said somewhat forcefully, wanting me to finally admit the truth.
"I do." I said.
"I feel the same way. Think about that night and how hot you were for me, how you came three times while eating me. You didn't feel humiliated then did you. Of course not. You were playing me like a violin. You wanted to clean me out didn't you? Of course you did or you wouldn't lapping up Ron as devotedly as you did. You wanted to do it, as much as you can't bring yourself to admit it!" Samina said confidently.
Her words evoked so many memories and her foot rubbed me with the exact amount of pressure I wanted. I pressed down on the table and started to cum. She encouraged me to keep cumming; now it was her toes pressed against the underside of my head milking me. I thought I had experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, and wondered if anyone noticed. I looked around.
"No one saw." She was right. They were all busy in their own worlds.
Once again I was in awe of Samina. How well she knew me, herself and how brilliantly had she analyzed and broken down the whole situation. It was as if she had been born to do this, and it was just her luck to have found a husband who let himself be drawn into her web of eroticism, because coincidentally that was exactly what he wanted as well. I felt infinitely better, just hearing Samina laying it out in clear, unambiguous words was cathartic and made my worries melt away. We ate the rest of our meal in silence, then drove back home. As we walked from the restaurant to the car, I hoped that no one would notice the wet stain on my crotch, but then frankly, I didn't care if some even did notice it, what did it matter.
Suddenly it didn't feel bad to be second place. Her lovers might be the ones fucking her all the way to paradise and back, but it was me she wanted to have between her thighs. It was me she wanted to have cleaning her out. What we had was certainly more intimate than what they had, or could ever have!
As happens, life is not all fun and games. The next few weeks were busy, as always. Samina was working late, as was I. It was the time of year, when our respective employers seemed to undergo a flurry of activity. Then, things seemed to die down. That weekend, we did absolutely nothing, except sleep, clean the house, eat take-out or delivery food, and sleep more. I think in those two days we must have slept for more than 20 hours! But it was a well-needed and deserved rest.
Late Sunday evening, we received a phone call informing us that our friend Mehmood Javeli's wife had suddenly died of an aneurysm. To say that we were shocked and saddened was an understatement. Both Mehmood, and his wife, Rabia were very good friends of ours. When we had first moved to the new city, they were our first friends, and had introduced us to many other Pakistani and then Indian friends. It never ceases to amaze me how, here in the US Pakistani's and Indians can be best of friends, and indeed behave like they are from the same culture and background (which of course we are) but back there, guns are forever drawn, and itchy trigger fingers are just praying for the order to shoot. Oh well!
Anyway, back to the story. Samina was exceptionally fond of Rabia, and was quite upset at the sad news. We went straight to condole Mehmood, who was total wrectk, and took Tuesday afternoon off from work, to attend Rabia's funeral. And, over the next several weeks, Samina made it a point to send over some home cooked food for Mehmood.
Months later, it was still clear, that Mehmood, was a shattered man, his idyllic married life in tatters with the sudden death of his beautiful wife in a car accident. We got word from concerned friends that night after night, he sat in his empty apartment, with no signs of life other than his own breathing. He had taken up heavy drinking that was so out of character for the previously he rarely drank, if ever. His friends, worried about him, and all our efforts to get him to occupy himself in other ways seemed to be failing.
One evening, I visited him, and we talked, as he drank. “It is wonderful to dwell on the good memories,” he said. But I could see that his well-being was shot. To accompany his intense sorrow, Mehmood, wasn't eating properly and he told me that work was suffering. His boss had been very patient with him, telling him to take time off to complete the grieving for his wife, but Mehmood felt that he had to remain active, at least by day. If he spent all day and night in this apartment, just thinking about her, he would go crazy.
Despite our nearly 15 year age difference, Mehmood and I got along quite well. We had a regular booking to play golf together every Saturday morning, and would often take in a football game too. The four of us (Mehmood, Rabia, Samina, and I), would get together for dinner on either Friday or Saturday, at least once a month. Now, Mehmood, felt like a loose cog and had refused invitations from usto maintain the dinner engagements, although we were still golfing once a week, but I did notice that his game had fallen off dramatically.
I had noticed the sharp decline in my friend, and discussed it with Samina regularly over the weeks since Rabia's death. One night, as Samina, and I shared wine and a quiet chat before dinner. "He needs a woman badly," I again told Samina. "He and Rabia, had just been so intense in their sex life. At least that's what Mehmood has confided in me."
"Really?" Samina asked as she playfully grabbed my cock through my trousers, and squeezed it.
"Yes, amazing as it may seem, more so than us, my darling." I laughed, and Samina joined me. While we did not have the traditional sex life, it was Samina who had the roaring sex life, but we did enjoy ourselves tremendously, sexually speaking.
Mehmmod, stayed celibate for all those months. But then, one day that he met the vivacious Samina at the supermarket, and she later told he told her, that on that day, something clicked in him, and he determined that he must have her. Within a week of that meeting Samina, she was in his bed!
Now, I am sure you are wondering so what? After Samina seems to be spreading her legs for pretty much anyone she liked, so what is different about this time? Well, for one thing, Samina broke one of her own rules: that she would never play with a Pakistani. I always felt that was a good rule, as with Pakistani's there is always a danger that they may either directly or indirectly know people from whom we want to keep our lifestyle hidden, and secondly, there is always the danger that they may accidentally or on purpose let it slip out that they enjoyed Samina's charms. Also, this time was different, that it was Samina, and not I who had some reservations in being with a man, but once again, her true nature took over and out the door when the reservations. Plus, he got her to do things, that none of her other lovers had so far.
"What are we having for dinner tonight?" I asked Samina.
"A roast, Umer … we're having lamb and baked vegetables."
"Would there be enough for another serve left over, Samina?"
"Should be, honey, I cut up heaps of potatoes and pumpkin. Why? Who are you thinking of inviting?"
"Nobody!" Then to Samina's utter bewilderment, I suggested, "How about you pack some and drive it over to Mehmood's as soon as we finish eating. I'll do the dishes here, so you don't have to come back to a mess."
"Why would you suggest that, Umer?"
"You haven't seen him lately, have you?" I enquired of Samina.
"No, not for a while.” Samina said absentmindedly as she shuffled around the kitchen.
"Well, let me tell you, he has lost weight and he's beginning to look dishevelled. You will be stunned when you see him." I was serious, as I was really worried about Mehmood.
"But why do you want me to take dinner over?" Samina asked, tending to the roast.
"Because I don't think he's eating right. Last Saturday at golf, he just looked terrible. He said he's just cooking himself basic things, like omelettes and fish cakes. Crap food, Samina! He's got to get some real nourishment. And that roast looks delicious!”
"Why don't you take it over, Umer?"
"He still sees me every Saturday for golf. But as you said, you haven't seen him for a while, I think you could cheer him up, he really does like you, and you're always so good at counselling friends and family. You could probably straighten him out some as well."
"Well, I don't know … but I guess so!" Samina told me just a bit reluctantly.
"Be really nice to him, Samina, show some affection." I hoped that my tone would carry my recommendation that she give him some physical attention if the opportunity arose.
"What do you mean by that?" Samina, asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, Samina, nothing at all. I just mean that just because I'm not there, don't hold back. Hold his hand, give him a kiss and a cuddle, just like the four of us did when Amanda was alive."
Samina looked back at John a little suspiciously. It looked like she wasn't sure what I was proposing for sudden midweek trip for her to see Mehmood on her own. We ate dinner without further reference to Samina's impending visit. As soon as she had finished, she picked up the plate she had prepared, covered with foil to keep it warm, kissed me on the cheek, picked up her car keys and was out the door.
“You know Umer, nothing will happen, if that is what you mean. Mehmood is a nice guy yes, but I just cannot picture being with him at all. Being physical with him would be breaking the one rule that I am determined never to break. So no matter how upset, or sad he might be, or how much he may want female companionship, I will not be the one providing it to him!” Samina gave me a very determined look, and her voice left no doubt that she meant what she said.
It was only a 15-minute drive over to Mehmood's house, so I figured Samina would politely spend at most 30 minutes with Mehmood, and then head back. But after about 90 minutes or so, there was no sign of Samina. At that point I had a strong suspicion, that the vow Samina had made on her way out, was probably broken, and that she and Mehmood were busy consummating their friendship. I wonder what Samina may have thought on the way to Mehmood's. Had something occurred to her that made her change her mind, or did Mehmood's depressed condition have anything to do with it? All I knew was that no matter what her reasons might have been, I was waiting for her with baited breath, nursing a raging hard-on, that I refused to touch, as I let my mind play the possibilities like a movie.
About 90 minutes after she left, I heard Samina's car pull into the drive way. Like an child eager to get to his Christmas presents, I quickly ran over to the front door to let her in. Much to my surprise, Samina looked quite normal, I had expected her to look a fair bit dishevelled. I thought that maybe she had just hung around with Mehmood to talk to him and let him unburden himself. Still I gave Samina a curious look and she laughed.