28-04-2019, 03:26 PM
“Well you were right!” Samina said, walking in.
“About?”
“Mehmood being a total mess! I had no idea how bad he was.” Samina sounded concerned.
Aha! I thought. I knew that after seeing him, she would be bowled over and would let him enjoy her charms. Of course it did not occur to me that my own enjoyment of those charms
“You know when I pulled up my car out his house, and rang the bell, there was no reply for 20 seconds, so I tapped again. Eventually, I heard movement from inside and the door opened. Mehmood's face appeared around the half open door. I a barely recognised him. He is usually well-groomed, but it looked like he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was unkempt and shaggy, seemed like it could do with a dose of shampoo!” Samina said.
“Wow, that bad huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, that bad!” Samina said. “Anyway, I think when he saw me, he got a little worried about his appearance, and kept standing behind the door.”
“Well, you did say that he looked kind of disgusting!” I pointed out.
“He looked really surprised to see me, and asked, 'Samina, what on earth are you doing here?' I waited a few seconds, thinking he would open the door, and invite me in. But he didn't so I spoke up, 'I hope you're going to invite me in! I brought some hot, fresh, homemade dinner!' That seemed to get him out of his lethargy.”
“Good girl,” I said proudly. “So what did he do then?”
"Well, he looked a little surprised, and stammered, 'W..what … what dinner … what for?'"
"So I looked up and down, and said, 'Mehmood, Umer thought that you weren't eating right after he saw you last weekend. It's obviously been bugging him, so he suggested I bring over some of the food we had tonight. Can I come in?' I smiled trying to make him feel comfortable."
"'Samina, I'm so sorry, where are my manners?' With that, Martin flung the door wide open and I stepped inside. A you know, the front door opensstraight into the lounge room where a sofa faced the television and two individual chairs either side of the TV faced the sofa. 'Please, sit down, can I get you a drink?'"
“The place must have been a real mess?” I asked and Samina nodded her agreement.
“Having just come in from the dark night, my eyes adjusted to the interior lights and as I looked around, I saw that Mehmood, was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, his legs and feet were bare. I made her way to the sofa and sat down at the far end of it, placing the meal on the coffee table in front of the sofa.” Samina said.
“That pretty much made it impossible for him to sit anywhere but next to you.” I said.
“Yes, but I had not intended it that way.” Samina said.
“Okay,” I laughed.
"Anyway, I told him I'd have some coffee, if he had any fresh, as I had to drive home." Samina said, “and as he walked away, his profile was facing me, and I saw that his shorts were tented out in front by what looked to be a very impressive erection. Immediately, I recalled that several times Rabia had hinted that his equipment is king sized!” Samina reflected quietly.
I laughed! Having seen Mehmood several times in the gym locker room, I knew all along that he was very well hung, but had kept that fact hidden from Samina.
“You know, I had forgotten all about Martin's alleged size advantage until spotting it just then. I was surprised that he hadn't attempted to hide it from me . Its not like it was just a bulge. Seeing him from side on, it was extended straight out horizontally from his body. By quite a long way!” She muttered, and I nodded.
“Mermood reappeared with a mug of coffee. Once again, I was confronted by his tented shorts, but this time front on and from only a step away, as he placed her drink in front of me. It can't be me that's caused his erection? I thought. He didn't even know I was coming over. I hope I haven't interrupted him with some woman in the bedroom and he's too polite to say anything?” I was afraid I may have come at an inopportune moment.
“Anyway, he sat down next to me, perhaps a body space to her right and peeled the foil off the plate, and whistled. 'Wow, looks good. I haven't eaten anything like this in a while.' He smiled at me.”
"'Go for it, Mehmood,' I told him as he began eating. Then, wanting to find an answer for his obvious erection, I added, 'I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I am sorry, I should have called beforehand,'."
I laughed again.
"'No Samina, that's fine, it's so good to see you. Of course, I still see Umer every Saturday, but I haven't caught up with you for a while,” Mehmood said, and I gave him a friendly smile."
"He started to eat, and I said, 'Well, we have invited you over several times, but you keep turning us down.'"
“He continued to greedily devour his food, and in between the bites said, 'I know, and I am sorry, but I have not been feeling very social lately.'”
“'So what do you do with yourself here? Must be a bit lonely?'I did not know what else to talk about.” Samina said. “And he said, yYou can say that again. I just drink and drink and have a wank,”
I burst out laughing.
“I was stunned by his frank disclosure and felt just a little uneasy. I thought it might be better for me to leave, but Mehmood interrupted my thoughts. 'Needless to say, I didn't get finished tonight. You've probably noticed it by now,' he said, looking down between his legs.”
“Wow, that was very blatant and bold of him!” I said, myself a little surprised that Mehmood's up front admissino.
"Yeah, and I think he took my silence to mean I was upset, and suddenly added, 'sorry Samina, but I thought you couldn't miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That's all I've got these days. Rabia, and I were on such a steady diet of sex; I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can't just go cold turkey. I've been trying to cut back, but I'm still giving it a tug every night.'"
“So what did you do then?” I asked.
Samina coughed nervously, then went on. “Well, I tried to pay it cool, so said, 'it's alright Mehmood, you don't have to explain,' I told him, but at the same time, I was wondering why he was being so detailed, then realized that it was probably the alcohol talking. You had warmed me he was drinking quite heavily recently.”
“Yeah, I saw him put away 4 shots of scotch in less than an hour after our last golf game.” I said.
"Yeah, and I turned away so as not to make it look like I was staring at his crotch, although it was hard no to! 'Sorry Samina, probably a bit too much information for you, I didn't mean to offend you. Just tried to explain why my shorts are sticking out so far,' he said, as I watched the TV."
"I smiled at him, and said,'it's perfectly understandable, you're obviously missing her very much.' He didn't answer me, just sat eating his dinner, staring at the television. I continued to watch him, from the side. I thought she saw a tear rolling down his cheek, then another. He had gone silent, and was clearly attempting to control his emotions.”
“I know, it has been really rough for the poor man.” I said. “To have loved someone as much as he loved Rabia, and then to have lost her in the blink of an eye.”
"I felt like hugging him, giving him a shoulder to cry on, but could not bring myself to do it. Then I heard him say, 'I'm sorry, Samina. Maybe you better go, I'm not very good company tonight, and I am sorry the house is a mess too!'."
“I nodded, and started to leave, but then remembered your compliments about my counselling skills, so decided that I should at least try. I shuffled along the sofa, closing the gap between us so that her right thigh touched his left. I took a deep, silent breath, and put my arm around his shoulder and tousled his dirty hair. 'Mehmood, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring all the memories back.'”
"'No, Samina, it's not your fault, it's always there. I can't think about anything else.' His head was lowered as he finished the last of the dinner. 'I might have to move. Everywhere I go in this house, I can see her, smell her. I probably should try to let go, but she meant everything to me.' I saw that his voice was cracking.”
"I looked into his eyes, and softly said, 'I know she did, Mehmood, and she loved you. She told me that time and time again'. He turned his head toward me and stared straight into my eyes, and softly said 'I know she did!'"
“See, I told you that he needed someone to talk to.” I said proudly.
Samina seemed to ignore what I had said, and just went on with her story. “He turned back to stare at the TV again and I continued to stroke my right hand fingers through his hair. My left hand came over to rest on his left knee, I thought it might be a good idea to show him some affection.”
“Not a bad idea.” I whispered to myself.
“Mehmood, pushed his empty plate away, and his hands disappeared between his thighs. I became just a little apprehensive, not being able to see from the side what he was doing. Then he turned his face to me, looking her directly eye to eye from barely two feet away. 'I hate to ask you this, Samina. I know I shouldn't, but it's probably the drink talking, so please forgive me if you're offended.'”
“Wow!” I whistled, anticipating what Mehmood must have said next.
“I watched him curiously, not quite understanding the impact of his words. Then, slowly Mehmood turned, his left leg coming around and folding under his body so that his left knee was brushing my right hip. He was now half-turned toward me. He looked into my eyes pleadingly, 'please Samina!'”
My own mind abuzz. I could never have imagined Mehmood ever being so brazen. He had to have been a little drunk.
"'What Martin, what is it?' I asked" Samina's voice brought me back to reality. “His eyes looked down toward his lap and I followed his gaze down. 'Can you help me with this?' Mehmood asked me.”
I let out a whistle, and my own penis throbbed. Samina did not even notice it. She was in a dreamy state, as she continued her narration.
“My eyes widened and I let out a gasp when I saw that he had unzipped his shorts, exposing a rigid and very impressive erection, standing straight out from his body. Strangely, mingled with a little shock, my first reaction was that I had to agree with her my friend, Rabia. It was a truly magnificent specimen. Circumcised, the smooth purply knob was oozing clear liquid while beyond it the magnificent girth of the shaft disappeared into a tangle of wiry black curls. I was most impressed, but nonetheless shocked that he would reveal himself in such a way to a friends wife. Also I was not sure how to react!”
I nodded my understanding, but did not say anything, this being no time to interrupt Samina with questions.
Samina went on. "I just sat there, in a bit of a daze. My mind was screaming at me to get up and walk away, but I just couldn't. 'Please Samina, I know I shouldn't be asking, but I do it to myself every night, and it's getting harder for me to get off. The palm of my hand is not the most romantic object I know.' I heard Mehmood plead. I looked up at his face and he was looking into my eyes again. His eyes were filled with tears. 'I just can't do that, Mehmood, much as I would love to help you. It just wouldn't be right, for Umer I mean!'” Samina looked at me. “You see darling, I knew that before I could anything every remotely sexual with him, I would have to play hard to get, the dutiful wife torn by her desire. I did not want him to think that I was an easy lay, that could lead to disaster for us.”
Once again I just nodded, as I agreed with her completely. It was important that Mehmood think that he was a special case, and wore Samina's resistance down.
"'He'll never know, Samina. I promise I'll never tell him. Please, I just need you to help me get off; your beautiful soft hand would get me over the top in no time. Please!' he implored me. 'I was beating away for twenty minutes before you got here, and I was nowhere near coming.' I looked deeply into his pleading eyes and my compassion, and desire for him rose. My initial resolve was weakening, but I could not let him know that. 'Mehmood, I shouldn't do this, it's so wrong!'”
I immediately noticed that she had gone from 'can't do that' to 'shouldn't do this'. I wondered, that had she really become addicted to big cock, that she could not say no to one and simply walk away?
“About?”
“Mehmood being a total mess! I had no idea how bad he was.” Samina sounded concerned.
Aha! I thought. I knew that after seeing him, she would be bowled over and would let him enjoy her charms. Of course it did not occur to me that my own enjoyment of those charms
“You know when I pulled up my car out his house, and rang the bell, there was no reply for 20 seconds, so I tapped again. Eventually, I heard movement from inside and the door opened. Mehmood's face appeared around the half open door. I a barely recognised him. He is usually well-groomed, but it looked like he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was unkempt and shaggy, seemed like it could do with a dose of shampoo!” Samina said.
“Wow, that bad huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, that bad!” Samina said. “Anyway, I think when he saw me, he got a little worried about his appearance, and kept standing behind the door.”
“Well, you did say that he looked kind of disgusting!” I pointed out.
“He looked really surprised to see me, and asked, 'Samina, what on earth are you doing here?' I waited a few seconds, thinking he would open the door, and invite me in. But he didn't so I spoke up, 'I hope you're going to invite me in! I brought some hot, fresh, homemade dinner!' That seemed to get him out of his lethargy.”
“Good girl,” I said proudly. “So what did he do then?”
"Well, he looked a little surprised, and stammered, 'W..what … what dinner … what for?'"
"So I looked up and down, and said, 'Mehmood, Umer thought that you weren't eating right after he saw you last weekend. It's obviously been bugging him, so he suggested I bring over some of the food we had tonight. Can I come in?' I smiled trying to make him feel comfortable."
"'Samina, I'm so sorry, where are my manners?' With that, Martin flung the door wide open and I stepped inside. A you know, the front door opensstraight into the lounge room where a sofa faced the television and two individual chairs either side of the TV faced the sofa. 'Please, sit down, can I get you a drink?'"
“The place must have been a real mess?” I asked and Samina nodded her agreement.
“Having just come in from the dark night, my eyes adjusted to the interior lights and as I looked around, I saw that Mehmood, was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts, his legs and feet were bare. I made her way to the sofa and sat down at the far end of it, placing the meal on the coffee table in front of the sofa.” Samina said.
“That pretty much made it impossible for him to sit anywhere but next to you.” I said.
“Yes, but I had not intended it that way.” Samina said.
“Okay,” I laughed.
"Anyway, I told him I'd have some coffee, if he had any fresh, as I had to drive home." Samina said, “and as he walked away, his profile was facing me, and I saw that his shorts were tented out in front by what looked to be a very impressive erection. Immediately, I recalled that several times Rabia had hinted that his equipment is king sized!” Samina reflected quietly.
I laughed! Having seen Mehmood several times in the gym locker room, I knew all along that he was very well hung, but had kept that fact hidden from Samina.
“You know, I had forgotten all about Martin's alleged size advantage until spotting it just then. I was surprised that he hadn't attempted to hide it from me . Its not like it was just a bulge. Seeing him from side on, it was extended straight out horizontally from his body. By quite a long way!” She muttered, and I nodded.
“Mermood reappeared with a mug of coffee. Once again, I was confronted by his tented shorts, but this time front on and from only a step away, as he placed her drink in front of me. It can't be me that's caused his erection? I thought. He didn't even know I was coming over. I hope I haven't interrupted him with some woman in the bedroom and he's too polite to say anything?” I was afraid I may have come at an inopportune moment.
“Anyway, he sat down next to me, perhaps a body space to her right and peeled the foil off the plate, and whistled. 'Wow, looks good. I haven't eaten anything like this in a while.' He smiled at me.”
"'Go for it, Mehmood,' I told him as he began eating. Then, wanting to find an answer for his obvious erection, I added, 'I hope I'm not interrupting anything, I am sorry, I should have called beforehand,'."
I laughed again.
"'No Samina, that's fine, it's so good to see you. Of course, I still see Umer every Saturday, but I haven't caught up with you for a while,” Mehmood said, and I gave him a friendly smile."
"He started to eat, and I said, 'Well, we have invited you over several times, but you keep turning us down.'"
“He continued to greedily devour his food, and in between the bites said, 'I know, and I am sorry, but I have not been feeling very social lately.'”
“'So what do you do with yourself here? Must be a bit lonely?'I did not know what else to talk about.” Samina said. “And he said, yYou can say that again. I just drink and drink and have a wank,”
I burst out laughing.
“I was stunned by his frank disclosure and felt just a little uneasy. I thought it might be better for me to leave, but Mehmood interrupted my thoughts. 'Needless to say, I didn't get finished tonight. You've probably noticed it by now,' he said, looking down between his legs.”
“Wow, that was very blatant and bold of him!” I said, myself a little surprised that Mehmood's up front admissino.
"Yeah, and I think he took my silence to mean I was upset, and suddenly added, 'sorry Samina, but I thought you couldn't miss noticing it, so figured I should explain. That's all I've got these days. Rabia, and I were on such a steady diet of sex; I guess I was coming about ten times a week. Well, for a guy, you can't just go cold turkey. I've been trying to cut back, but I'm still giving it a tug every night.'"
“So what did you do then?” I asked.
Samina coughed nervously, then went on. “Well, I tried to pay it cool, so said, 'it's alright Mehmood, you don't have to explain,' I told him, but at the same time, I was wondering why he was being so detailed, then realized that it was probably the alcohol talking. You had warmed me he was drinking quite heavily recently.”
“Yeah, I saw him put away 4 shots of scotch in less than an hour after our last golf game.” I said.
"Yeah, and I turned away so as not to make it look like I was staring at his crotch, although it was hard no to! 'Sorry Samina, probably a bit too much information for you, I didn't mean to offend you. Just tried to explain why my shorts are sticking out so far,' he said, as I watched the TV."
"I smiled at him, and said,'it's perfectly understandable, you're obviously missing her very much.' He didn't answer me, just sat eating his dinner, staring at the television. I continued to watch him, from the side. I thought she saw a tear rolling down his cheek, then another. He had gone silent, and was clearly attempting to control his emotions.”
“I know, it has been really rough for the poor man.” I said. “To have loved someone as much as he loved Rabia, and then to have lost her in the blink of an eye.”
"I felt like hugging him, giving him a shoulder to cry on, but could not bring myself to do it. Then I heard him say, 'I'm sorry, Samina. Maybe you better go, I'm not very good company tonight, and I am sorry the house is a mess too!'."
“I nodded, and started to leave, but then remembered your compliments about my counselling skills, so decided that I should at least try. I shuffled along the sofa, closing the gap between us so that her right thigh touched his left. I took a deep, silent breath, and put my arm around his shoulder and tousled his dirty hair. 'Mehmood, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bring all the memories back.'”
"'No, Samina, it's not your fault, it's always there. I can't think about anything else.' His head was lowered as he finished the last of the dinner. 'I might have to move. Everywhere I go in this house, I can see her, smell her. I probably should try to let go, but she meant everything to me.' I saw that his voice was cracking.”
"I looked into his eyes, and softly said, 'I know she did, Mehmood, and she loved you. She told me that time and time again'. He turned his head toward me and stared straight into my eyes, and softly said 'I know she did!'"
“See, I told you that he needed someone to talk to.” I said proudly.
Samina seemed to ignore what I had said, and just went on with her story. “He turned back to stare at the TV again and I continued to stroke my right hand fingers through his hair. My left hand came over to rest on his left knee, I thought it might be a good idea to show him some affection.”
“Not a bad idea.” I whispered to myself.
“Mehmood, pushed his empty plate away, and his hands disappeared between his thighs. I became just a little apprehensive, not being able to see from the side what he was doing. Then he turned his face to me, looking her directly eye to eye from barely two feet away. 'I hate to ask you this, Samina. I know I shouldn't, but it's probably the drink talking, so please forgive me if you're offended.'”
“Wow!” I whistled, anticipating what Mehmood must have said next.
“I watched him curiously, not quite understanding the impact of his words. Then, slowly Mehmood turned, his left leg coming around and folding under his body so that his left knee was brushing my right hip. He was now half-turned toward me. He looked into my eyes pleadingly, 'please Samina!'”
My own mind abuzz. I could never have imagined Mehmood ever being so brazen. He had to have been a little drunk.
"'What Martin, what is it?' I asked" Samina's voice brought me back to reality. “His eyes looked down toward his lap and I followed his gaze down. 'Can you help me with this?' Mehmood asked me.”
I let out a whistle, and my own penis throbbed. Samina did not even notice it. She was in a dreamy state, as she continued her narration.
“My eyes widened and I let out a gasp when I saw that he had unzipped his shorts, exposing a rigid and very impressive erection, standing straight out from his body. Strangely, mingled with a little shock, my first reaction was that I had to agree with her my friend, Rabia. It was a truly magnificent specimen. Circumcised, the smooth purply knob was oozing clear liquid while beyond it the magnificent girth of the shaft disappeared into a tangle of wiry black curls. I was most impressed, but nonetheless shocked that he would reveal himself in such a way to a friends wife. Also I was not sure how to react!”
I nodded my understanding, but did not say anything, this being no time to interrupt Samina with questions.
Samina went on. "I just sat there, in a bit of a daze. My mind was screaming at me to get up and walk away, but I just couldn't. 'Please Samina, I know I shouldn't be asking, but I do it to myself every night, and it's getting harder for me to get off. The palm of my hand is not the most romantic object I know.' I heard Mehmood plead. I looked up at his face and he was looking into my eyes again. His eyes were filled with tears. 'I just can't do that, Mehmood, much as I would love to help you. It just wouldn't be right, for Umer I mean!'” Samina looked at me. “You see darling, I knew that before I could anything every remotely sexual with him, I would have to play hard to get, the dutiful wife torn by her desire. I did not want him to think that I was an easy lay, that could lead to disaster for us.”
Once again I just nodded, as I agreed with her completely. It was important that Mehmood think that he was a special case, and wore Samina's resistance down.
"'He'll never know, Samina. I promise I'll never tell him. Please, I just need you to help me get off; your beautiful soft hand would get me over the top in no time. Please!' he implored me. 'I was beating away for twenty minutes before you got here, and I was nowhere near coming.' I looked deeply into his pleading eyes and my compassion, and desire for him rose. My initial resolve was weakening, but I could not let him know that. 'Mehmood, I shouldn't do this, it's so wrong!'”
I immediately noticed that she had gone from 'can't do that' to 'shouldn't do this'. I wondered, that had she really become addicted to big cock, that she could not say no to one and simply walk away?
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