Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“I stared at him again, my mind whirling, wondering if I should dare touch him, help him. He was a grieving widower friend and maybe it was alright for me to give him some pleasure, after all he only wanted a hand job.”

I could picture the gears turning in Samina's head, as she tried to rationlize her actions. She really wanted to feel that big cock and pleasure it, but she needed to overcome a boundary of her own creation. Rules can be tricky that way. It's far easier to break someone else's rules, than ones you have made yourself, and more importantly, for yourself.
“Despite my conscience telling me no, I really did want to. I wanted to touch this wondrous thick penis that lay exposed and ready before me. But I still wasn't sure if I should, tomorrow morning Mehmood would be sober and would remember what I did, what would he think of me then? In the cold light, or sober, unaroused thoughts!” Samina's voice was dreamlike, almost as if she was reliving those moments.
I cannot tell you, just how the suspense was building. The way Samina had been going, I could not be sure at that time, if she went ahead with it or now. I could see that she was reasoning with herself.
“I thought to myself, what hard would it do, if I went ahead and touched it.But I knew thatthere were no positive harm answers to that. But at the same time, I really wanted to touch it, it looked so beautiful and desirable, I wanted to kiss it!, I wanted to grasp it in my fist, even though I could see that it would not fit.” Samina's eyes were closed, as I tried to paint her words into a movie in my mind.
“Mehmood's voice was no longer pleading, but his eyes were screaming how much he wanted my touch! I have to do this, damn the consequences, I thought, as slowly, my right hand that had been around his neck and in his hair, slipped slowly down his back and came around to touch his upper left inner thigh. My hand held on his leg for a moment and my eyes searched his, seeking some kind of reassurance for what I was about to do. Tentatively, my fingers reached out and touched the fiery knob, one fingertip tracing the clear juice from the eye of his cock and spreading it all around the knob. I watched his face closely and saw his eyes almost close in delirium from her touch.” Samina had started to breath deeply, her eyes still closed, as she recreated the scene for me, but I think it was as much for herself, as it was for me. Her hand was carrying out the motions in empty air.
“What did he say to that?” I asked softy.
“'Thank you!' was all he said.” Sighed Samina, “as my fingers went back for more clear juice from his tip and I spread that along the smooth underside of his shaft. When I was satisfied that I had sufficient lubrication between her hand and his penis, I began to gently stroke my palm up and down from the juncture with his balls to the prominent ridge behind the head.”
Anyone looking at me, that moment would have thought I was some kind of retard. My mouth hung open, I was breathing heavy, and my eyes were having difficulty focusing, as I heard my wife recount her time with Mehmood. Was it good luck, or bad that I had such a sexually assertive and driven wife?
“Mehmood, began uttering little moans with each stroke. I saw eyes were still closed, then moved my left hand that had previously rested on his knee. I parted my thighs and slipped that hand silently up between my legs, pushing my skirt up with it, exposing my bare thighs almost to the top. My fingers reached the panties and found them just as soaked as she I anticipated. Feeling that thick cock throb and twitch in my hand was so erotic!” Samina suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at me with a smile. I noticed that she was sitting cross legged, and was squeezing her thigh together.
“Wow, sweetie!” I said, “Mehmood must have been in heaven!”
Samina giggled, and went on. “My right hand maintained that steady rhythm, mainly up and down the underside, but occasionally my thumb staying under and my fingers wrapping over the topside of his shaft, pumping him. Such was his girth, that I just couldn't get the fingers to touch the tip of the thumb!” Samina once again emphasized how well-hung Mehmood was, and just how good it felt simply to hold it in her hand.
I nodded at Samina, to indicate that I understood what she was saying. At the same time I felt envious of Mehmood.
Samina smiled and went on with her narrative. “He just sat still, moaning and gasping as each stroke of her hand thrilled him, driving the very beginnings of a release deep down in his sac. His breathing quickened a little and I marvelled at the power of satisfactionI was bringing this man, and I hadn't even had to kiss him yet!”
I too marvelled at what was unfolding. But while Samina marvelled at the fact that she was having such a wonderful effect on Mehmood, I marvelled at the fact that my wife was now a certified size queen. At that point I knew that it would take extreme willpower from her to give up on a big dick! Her reaction to Mehmood proved it.
“My left hand had stayed at the moist crotch of my panties, just applying a little pressure to my outer lips through the thin nylon material. Again,I checked to see that his eyes were still closed, then her fingers slipped to the edge of the crotch my panties and pushed them aside. Two fingers slipped across and parted my outer lips that were sopping wet. My fingers came forward and lightly feather-touched my budding clitoris. A loud moan escaped my lips and my eyes shot open to see Mehmood's eyes staring at me!”
I let out a soft whistle. This was gettind deep. Samina was clearly now well past the point or no return with Mehmood.
"Suddenly I heard him say, 'Can I do that for you? A man's hand will feel much better, I am sure!' For a moment I was taken aback, and a little shocked, and stared at him. It was just as well he interrupted me and brought things back to real."
“Hmm, yeah!” I said, although by then I was sure that this not quite the end of the story, and that there was sure to be a lot more to come.
"No! I said abruptly, disturbed that he had caught me enjoying the moment. I immediately stopped playing with him, and had told myself, that this special thing that I had been doing for him was quite okay because I was only a detached person helping a friend. Now that he had witnessed my own participation, the concerns resurfaced, and I started to worry about breaking my own rule!”
“I am sure you were torn,” I said. “But what did Mehmood do then?”
"'Don't stop!' he screamed. 'Please don't stop,' he added breathlessly and he thrust his cock forcefully within my grip. 'Stopping now will be worse than never having started.' He pleaded."
I found myself in agreement with Mehmood. Nothing is worse than having a woman start you off, but then not finish the job. So I could well imagine just how frustrated he might have been.
“I struggled with my emotions, my downcast eyes looked up to see his eyes imploring me to resume. Finally, despite my misgivings, I began moving the fist again. Mehmood grabbed my other hand, the one that had been digging into my crotch and brought my fingers in front of his eyes, I tried to pull them away, but he held on firmly, before releasing it. 'Wow, you really are aroused!' he said.”
"Mehmood, this is getting out of hand, I rebuked him, although still maintaining my steady rhythm on his shaft! It felt so nice and thick in my hand. I could not help myself.” Samina tried to defend herself, but I was not sure if she was defending herself to me, or to her own self! It was almost as if she felt like she had to defend her actions to herself.
At that point I really had nothing more to say, so kept quiet. I had learnt a long time ago, that when a person is so deeply involved in describing a situation, it is best to let them talk or rant on, that way they will tell the entire event as realistically as possible. Interruptions, not only break the flow, but also make the mind lose track of events and their sequence.
“He became very apologetic, he really didn't want me to stop now, before he could cum. 'I'm sorry, I can't help saying what I think. I don't want to offend you, I won't ask for anything more. I promise!' He moved the hand that he had held in front of his eyes, and pushed it back down to my legs, shoving it back up under my skirt, the hem of which now barely covered my panties. 'I'm sorry that I broke the spell, you looked like you were really enjoying the moment.' He said softly. I could not help but feel sorry for him.” Samina sighed and I smiled at her.
Then Samina continued. “Placing my hand back there pushed my skirt up and saw, the dampened crotch of my panties, one side still pulled across and caught between her swollen outer lips. That image only hastened the work my hand was doing on his cock. I felt his cock throb, and tighten and felt his finish was now approaching. I left my hand where he had put it, but forced myself not to resume touching myself, while he was watching. Believe me darling that was not easy!” Samina snickered a little.
“I am sure it must have been very tough for you Samina.” I said, my voice still a soft whisper.
Samina nodded and affirmative, but her eyes were still focused far away. I noticed that she was often caressing herself. I could tell she was reliving every moment. “I watched his face and listened to his breathing and knew his end was in sight. So, I moved the hand from between my legs and cupped his balls, gently massaging them! It felt like I was holding a couple of fuzzy tennis balls, they were huge!” Samina showed me how huge they were by making a circle her fist, pretending that she was cupping them.
“'Oh Samina, can you suck me please?' he pleaded. But I bluntly told him no, as that's taking this too far! But he would not listen to me, and gasped, 'please Samina, your mouth … that will do it! Pleaseeee!' I was sort of in a dilemma. I wanted to pleasure him, but how to do it without making him think I was an easy slut?”
"'You're almost there anyway … you won't need it anyway!' I said. But he whined, 'sometimes … I get this close and my orgasm just fades. Please Samina?'”
“Already, I was doing more than she ever expected to be doing with this man. I again wrestled with my conscience. This would be taking it to the next level. But at the same time, I thought, 'Poor Mehmood,what am I doing to you?' as I slipped off the lounger onto my knees on the floor and leant over Martin, making sure that my two hands never missing a beat of the rhythm she had created!” Samina smiled proudly.
“There is no way he's going to stick that thing down my throat,I told myself. It looked filthy, and huge. Plus taking it in my mouth would be a crossing a boundary, I was not sure I wanted crossed. But, once again my sexual desire overtook me, it looked so delicious, and I opened my mouth wide, stuck the tongue all the way out and my fisting hand moved his cock so that the underside of the head was soon being lapped by my tongue, just the way a cat drinks milk! It tasted salty!” Once again, Samina's eyes were distant.
"'Oh my God!' he screamed. I turned my head sideways to avoid his release going down my throat. I just wasn't ready to swallow his cum yet. My tongue against his cock was all that he needed, Mehmood's cock twitched, and I felt his balls tighten. 'Yes … yes … yes!' was all he could manage to say as the first burst of his creamy discharge spewed from his cock and spurted skyward above my head. I quickly pulled my head and tongue away, but continued the hand's steady strokes on his cock as a second burst flew skyward. I watched, fascinated by the size of the object I held as Mehmood, finally reached his ultimate satisfaction, his first release in more than a month that was not from his own hand!” Samina gave a smile of satisfaction, like she was happy at a job well-done.
“Mehmood must have been delirious!” I said.
“Yes, it sure looked that way.” Said Samina. “I then knelt on the floor, my chin on his knee, just watching his cock dreamily. My hand had slowed and now stroked gently and slowly as what appeared to be the last drops of a vast amount of cum oozed out of the top of his deflating cock. My gaze lifted up to his face, a mask of pleasure written across it with his eyes shut and his lips slightly apart, still gasping out the last strains of his pleasure. I could not help but feel happy for him. He deserved it!”
“Yes. I agree he sure did.” I wanted to be certain that Samina understood that I supported her completely.
Samina did not say anything, and went on, “I at last withdrew my hand when I saw that his cock had slackened down to a flaccid state. It was still most impressive!” Samina said forcefully. “Even in its sleepy mode, I could not help but admire it and wish I could feel it driving inside me! But I knew I could not possibly take things any further, already that had gone far along as it was.”
“I guess Mehmood felt he was pretty luck to have gotten that much from you?” I asked, and Samina gave me that 'I-don't-know' look.
“I stood up, my legs a bit shaky despite not coming herself. I smoothed my skirt down with my dry hand to again look demure, and looked around to see if there were any tissue's wipe the cum off the hand that had done all the work!”
“Things were quite for a few moments, and then Mehmood opened his eyes and smiled at me. 'Thank you so much, Samina. That was truly amazing!' he said. I smiled at him and said that all I did was masturbate him, and while it was big deal, he need not think much of it.” I said as I prepared to leave. I felt I had to leave soon, before Mehmood got any more ideas.
“Good idea,” I laughed. Although in my mind, I thought that had I been in Mehmood's place, I would have been pretty sure that just playing my cards right would guarantee roll in the bed with Samina.
Samina got up to get some coffee, and then went on with her narrative. "'That's all it may have been to you, Samina. But the soft touch of your hands, compared to my old blistered hand, and your tongue … that magic tongue, that's what got me there in the end!' Mehmood sounded genuinely appreciative and I just gave a quick friend smile, as I wiped away his semen, from my hand, and some that went into my hair.”
For some reason Samina's description of how she tried to clean herself was immensely erotic to me. As I pictured what she was doing, I felt my cock jump!
"Anyway, I tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing. But Mehmood would not let things die out. He said, 'Samina, I'm sorry that I intruded on your own special moment back there!' I looked curiously at him, pretending as if I didn't understand what he was saying. 'I mean, when you were doing yourself with your own fingers.' He explained.”
“I turned to face him, I had hoped that he wouldn't mention that. Knowing that he had seen her doing that while I was wanking him was a little embarrassing for me.” Samina sighed.
“I am sure it must have been, darling, it kinda flew in the face of the image that you wanted him to have of being the chaste, conflicted married woman!” I said supportively.
"Yeah, I know!” Said Samina. “Anyway, then he added, 'you were obviously turned on too … I mean, to be doing that to yourself while you were wanking me. Can I do something for you now, Samina? To help you get a release too?' I was shocked he would make such an offer. Fortunately, my response was natural and immediate. I said that was not necessary, and that I was quite okay. I didn't want to admit how turned on I was by seeing and touching such a gigantic cock, so I simply told him that I was just feeling the moment, and it had passed!”
“I am sure that convinced him!” I said jokingly.
Samina laughed. "Yeah right! He asked, 'okay, Samina. Tell me, are you going to tell Umer, about what you've done for me?' That put me in a bit of a bind. I knew that I had to say something that would protect us, but was not sure how to quite phrase it. So I told him that I had not seriously decided what I would to. I told him that I felt guilty, and disloyal, even thought, I was pleased that I had done something nice for him, and maybe helped ease some of the hurt and loneliness he had been feeling.”
“Hmmm.... what did he say to that?” I enquired.
"Well, he said, 'Samina, what you just did for me … you will never know how much better I feel. To you, it may have been just a simple act, just a quick wank for a friend, but I feel so much better after that! You know, I've been doing that for myself every night for the past month but after you doing it for me, I've never felt like I do right now!' Not knowing what to say, I just that I would have been offended if he had felt any other way, as I was real live woman!”
"That made Mehmood laugh, and she said, 'you sure are! Tell Umer, that if he's ever willing to lend you to me for complete sex, I will treat you so well … and I'll respect you too, Samina. And I promise total discretion!' I could only laugh nervously, and told him that I was sure he would keep his promises, but that it was quite out of the question. At that moment I my eyesl fell on his flaccid penis, and I could not stop myself from looking at it longingly.”
“Wow, and did he see that?” I asked.