28-04-2019, 03:27 PM
“Yes, unfortunately he did, and snickered, 'you like the size of my cock, do you Samina?' I didn't want to go down this track and simply gave him a non-committal ummm for a response, forcing myself to tear my eyes away from it.” Said Samina.
"Mehmood, seemed to think that my stare at his cock gave him license to go on teasing me, and he said, 'have you ever had one that thick, Samina? Had it in you, I mean?' I felt that I had to say something to put an end to this conversation, so I told him that I did not want to get into the whole comparison thing.” Said Samina, she sounded a little exasperated.
I immediately realized that her choice of words would have immediately given Mehmood an opening to pursue. Which I was sure he must have. Having seen me naked in the shower many times, he knew that I could not even hold a candle to him.
"Mehmood, just did not seem to take the hint, and said, 'no Samina, I'm not talking about Umer,, I've seen him in the showers at the golf club. I know that his is nowhere near as thick or as long as mine is. I just meant in the past, Samina, have you ever had one like that before, when you were younger? Or were you a virgin when you got married?' That annoyed me no end, so I simply said damn you and that I had never had one that big, and I hoped he was satisfied. Of course that was not the truth, but I could not tell him that, so I played the role of the offended, indignant, respectable wife, something I was sure he was expecting of me anyway."
I just nodded.
"'Very satisfied, thank you Samina,' he answered with a laugh, and added,'it will always be here for you if you ever want to experience it. I know you would enjoy it!' His complacent tone, and superior manner really had me annoyed, and I snapped at him, that he was now being disrespectful, and that his attitude was not helping the guilt I was already feeling. I picked up the food utensils, and told him I was leaving. I cannot tell you how mad I was, but it was not at Mehmood, but at myself!” Samina raised her voice and looked at me.
“It's okay darling,” I said soothingly. “So you let things get a little out of control, but not too far.” But I could see that Samina was really mad at herself. Really, this situation had the potential to blow up in our faces and create some serious problems, if Mehmood decided to blab around.
“Martin stood and walked towards me, I thought he wanted to kiss or hug me, so I moved back, and told him to get a decent life, and start taking care of himself, he had grieved enough, and now needed to start moving back to the world of the living.” Samina said sagely.
"Anyway, as I was leaving, he said, 'Samina, I promise you I will do all those things, all because of what you have just done for me. Not just for the great wank, but for dinner too. Thanks Samina, and please thank Umer for me!' I think he wanted to kiss me, but saw how edgy I was about that, as he stood there with his shorts now down around his ankles and his penis hanging limply, still an impressive size in its flaccid state, smiled, and waved good bye.”
“So you did not let him take things further than that. Good idea!” I said.
“Yes I know, but I really wrestled with my thoughts on the drive home. Even now, I don't know what I want to do with Mehmood!” Samina said gently, as she got up and went to our bedroom, and I followed.
"Well darling, Mehmood, has lost the love of his life and you and I have been best friends with them for quite a while now. So, if you felt that you needed to offer him some comfort … even if it was very personal and intimate comfort … you know, at this time, then I would understand perfectly. It would not affect our loving relationship one bit, and I think Mehmood can be trusted to keep his word that he would be discrete" I pointed out. I knew Samina wanted to have sex with Mehmood and wanted to give her a good reason why it was alright for her to go for it, despite her reservations.
I think Samina felt pushed into a corner. She knew she had to confess now, all of it, every salacious moment. "Umer…" she said very tentatively.
"Yes, my darling," I responded, moving closer to her, my arms going around her, pulling her close to my body.
Samina was now tight up against me, her face against the collar of my shirt. "Umer, if I did go to bed with him, are you certain it would be alright? I mean he knows some our family and close friends back in Pakistan. Aren't your worried he might tell them?”
"Of course not, Samina. I just told you, I think he is trustworthy, and frankly it would perfectly understand if you did something intimate to help such a good friend of ours in his time of need." I don't know why, but I really wanted Samina to be fucked by Mehmood. At the time it did not even occur to me, how unnatural it was to be having that conversation.
"I love you so much Umer, what did I ever to get a husband like you, who has set me free? I cannot believe how lucky I got with you?” Samina kissed me, and I kissed back with equal passion as we got into our bedroom.
We stood in front of the the bed and started making out. My hands went under Samina's skirt and fondled both her ass cheeks, and then one finger insinuated itself between those cheeks that were now lewdly spread apart in my palms. That finger ever so gently touched her anal ring, tickling it, making Samina jump and moan. She had learnt to enjoy being touched there a while back and now loved it. Samina gasped and her cheeks clenched in reaction, gripping the finger briefly.
Then I let go with one hand, moved it towards her cunt, leaving the finger on anus to gently apply pressure there and tickle it randomly. As I had expected, her front was damp! My fingers at her cunt got busy, drawing the juices amazingly quickly from her body, then coming up to the top of her slit and uncovering her sensitive clitoris. Two fingers swirled around it and Samina's attention was diverted from her asshole, her clit reacting, all of her sensations pent up from her earlier arousal with Mehmood coming forward. I could feel my fingers get moist with her cream, and knew she was ready.
I dropped to my knees, and put my head under Samina's skirt. The strong, erotic smell of her sex soon enveloped me, as I quickly lowered her pussy. I was so incredibly aroused myself that I wanted to fuck her right there. My fingers at her cunt left her momentarily, as I unbuckled my jeans and undid the zipper as fast as I could, then his fingers were back, separating the outer lips of her sopping pussy. I kissed it, before gently nibbling the lips and then licking her clitoris with random tongue strokes, just the way she loved it!
Eventually, my oral ministrations seemed to be making some impact, as I felt Samina's knees buckle slightly. I quickly put my palms and gripped her ass, to keep her from falling, as she shuffled back a few steps and dropped on the bed. I let her fall back, and then went on with my tongue's assault on her cunt, her juices really flowing now. Soon, I felt a familiar shudder in her and knew that she was close to orgasm, and decided it was time.
I stopped my tongue, and came out from under the skirt, a blast of cool airconditioned air hitting my face and damp chin, and lips. Gone was intoxicating smell of Samina's cream, in its place I smelt the fresh pine odour of the plug in air freshener.
I stood up and placed my hard cock against Samina's lit. The shaft made several thrusts along her slit, each one nudging her clit while in her ass, just one finger continued to gently circle her asshole. I could tell that Samina was so delirious with the sensations she was getting. I knew that this could not be a marathon effort, I had tend to my wife's needs quickly before I lost it. I was just so turned on. Several more thrusts along her slit from back to front, each one culminating in his knob pausing at her clit and Samina's breathing had quickened. She was moaning out her pleasure, unashamed to reveal how rapidly she had become aroused.
At last, I pulled back far enough along her slit and adjusted my body slightly and with the aid of my fingers, my next stroke nudged inside of her, and I imagined what it would look like with Mehmood doing that to her. Once again I felt envy and regret. It was only the head at first and I paused there and Samina cried out, "ooohhhh yes, give it to me now!" This was the most involved she had been when I fucked her, in a long time, I knew that she had to be exceptionally aroused to be that way. Her arms reached forward and her hands gripped the edges of the bed, and she spread her legs out more, bracing herself for his full entry.
With the knob of the cock embedded, the fingers that were wet from their juices now strayed around to her butt, pushing his dry hand away. I stroked the wet fingers around and around her anus, while the cock held just inside her cunt. Then together in one slick movement,I slowly pushed my cock in deeper … gaining ground, sliding smoothly into her cunt while one wet finger forced itself past her sphincter and pushed inside her rectal passage to the first knuckle. Samina screamed out with the double penetration and she clamped all her muscles tight, holding my cock hard up inside her cunt while my finger was trapped up her ass. At that moment I would have given anything to have been as well hung as Raj, or Mehmood, or Chris, or even Paco (who was the least well-hung of her lovers thus far, but still more than a fair better hung that I am!)
We held on like that for a long moment, then slowly Samina released her muscular grip andI began to withdraw my shaft right back till only the knob was inside her. Then, harder and stronger this time, the shaft of the cock drove in, as deep as I could take it. I heard Samina moan, “deeper, Umer, deeper!” But alas that was not possible, but I tried my best.
A rhythm began and I didn't hold back, thrusting himself solidly into my wife's cunt. There was nothing subtle about this lovemaking, it was intended to bring us both to near instantaneous pleasure, as I could achieve within my limitations, and it seemed to be working a little. The finger I had insinuated into Samina's ass was gentler, just wiggling a little and her moans told me that she loved it.
I had been inside his wife for barely a minute when he heard and felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. Fortunately, I noted, that Samina was getting to it in record time and I was relieved that she appeared to be going at the same pace as I was!
Samina was rapidly panting and gasping now. After a long time, she was behaving that way when being fucked by me. Her lower body thrusting back at me, meeting my inward strokes to draw maximum satisfaction from the release that she knew could only now be seconds away. I never missed a beat, the strong steady rhythm of my thrusts, finally succeeded in extracting an orgasm out of Samina, as she shuddered, and let out a soft, “ooohhhh!” At the same time, I joined her as a powerful jet of semen spurted from within my shaft, into Samina. I held himself wedged up tight inside Samina, while my cock continued its spasming releases into her. Her muscles again gripped me tight, holding me there for as long as I could remain rigid enough not to slip out, which happened a little to quickly for Samina's liking, you see she is one of the those women, who have extended orgasms, and love being slowly fucked for a bit, even after they have experienced a large orgasm. Alas I could never do that. Still I felt good that this was one of those rare times when she had orgasmed with me fucking her.
I stood up shakily. For a moment, Samina just lay flat on the bed, where she had been pinned. Then slowly, she used her hands to push herself upright, and sat down, facing her me. We looked at each other and both began laughing.
"Where did all that come from?" I asked Samina. "That was awesome!"
"I guess … I mean, I have to admit that the thought of me being with Mehmood just turned me on too much. That and describing what happened earlier at his house was just too much."
"But I've never known you to be so … so…" I did not know what to say.
"Such an animal? Orgasm so easily" suggested Samina.
"Yes … I suppose so. It was just like you had to have me here and now, no matter what … and nothing was going to stop you. I think that's what got to me, the overpowering nature of how much you wanted me. I wish I could give you such orgasms more often.” I said sadly.
"Send me over to Mehmood's once a week, and maybe you will be able to!" Said Samina with a laugh, and I laughed with her.
There was silence between us for a while as we both continued to regather their normal breathing, then Samina spoke. "That does appear to have been the spark, Umer!"
"What's that, Samina?"
"I mean, I went over to Mehmod, did something I should probably not have done, but it felt so right when I did do it, I have been aroused as hell telling you about it.”
I looked adoringly at Samian, and hugger her. "I have to admit, Samina, that I was so turned on by your description of what happened and by my picturing you doing it all to him."
Samina laughed, “I knew you would darling, that is why I tried to give you a complete account of what happened.”
I felt his cock had grown again, just thinking about Samina and Mehmood together. Samina wrapped right around it. “See, I had no trouble getting my fingers and thumb to join around yours! It looks so cute, almost like a miniature toy compared to Mehmood's or Raj's, now those are the real thing!” She giggled as my penis twitched.
Not much was exchanged on the subject for a while, as soon we were in bed, relaxing, before falling asleep, with me spooning Samina.
The next morning, we were very romantic and clingy with each other, with lots of gentle touches and lingering kisses, although being a working day, there was no time for any further torrid sex together. As I left for work, I kissed Samina goodbye, and she surprised me surprising her saying, "I'm going to call Mehmood today, see if he'll come over Friday night. You know, resume our dinners."
"Of course darling, if that is what you want, go for it.” I said.
“Well, I don't know if I'm ready to face him after what I did. It might be a bit embarrassing, but still I do so want to ....well.... you know!" Samina gave me her patented demure, flirty smile.
“I know darling,” I laughed. “And I think you are right to trust Mehmood.”
The days leading up to Friday were a whirlwind. Samina and I was totally swamped in our respective jobs, and were too tired to do anything but grab a quick bite to eat, hit the sack, and fall asleep as soon as our head touched the pillow. So we did not have much time to discuss the Mehmood situation much. We barely had time to catch up on our day, let alone talk about anything else. Alas, life tends to be that way, no matter how much we would like to be all fun and games. But Samina had not even mentioned if she had even called Mehmood to set up the date.
That Thursday evening, when I came home, I brought her flowers and a bottle of her favorite wine, which we consumed during dinner. Then, we sat together on the lounge, my arm dbangd around her waist, as we finished up the wine, and watched some television.
"So,” Samina said suddenly, a wide smile pasted oh her face. “I called Mehmood today and he said he'd be delighted to come for dinner tomorrow!"
"Oh damn, you didn't?" I pretended to be annoyed.
"Yes, I did!” Samina laughed.
"But you said you'd rather you wait. You were going to be so embarrassed." I pointed out.
"Nah,” Samina said confidently, “I'll be fine. I'll be able to handle it." She laughed. “In fact I am looking forward to handling IT again.” She laughed, emphasizing the word 'IT'.
"Well, it certainly didn't do you any harm the first time!" I told her when my own laughter subsided.
"I am sorry sweetie, but I can't help it. I do love IT so!” Samina giggled naughtily, as she emphasized the word 'IT' again.
"Well then, it looks like you need Mehmood to stoke you fire!" I said simply and Samina nodded.
"Well, in that case, I certainly need some more intimate moments with Mehmood to spark our fires." Samina said, as she sipped her wine.
"Well inviting him over to resume our Friday night dinners …seems like a good start." I told Samina and she nodded.
"What was said on the phone today, Samina? Did you or he mention you being over there with him?" I wanted to know if Mehmood had said anything about what happened the night Samina had taken dinner over to him.
"Well, I didn't bring it up … he just said that he had a great time , and he thanked me for coming over with dinner." Samina said.
"And that was all?" I was a little surprised that Mehmood had made no mention of what happened when Samina was at his place.
"Oh, he said something about my visit, inspiring him to move on with his life, and he fully intended to start to living again, as that is what his wife would have wanted him to do.” Samina said.
"Wow, that's great!"
"Yeah, all from one five minute wank. Damn I'm good!" Samina laughed, and I join her.
When we went to bed that evening, I gave Samina a long, sensual message, which she clearly enjoyed. Then I brought her to climax by going down on her. Alas, my hard throbbing cock did not receive any attention from her, as she was asleep almost as soon as her orgasm subside. Instead of feeling upset, or jilted, I just went to the bathroom, and jerked off.
The next morning was Friday, the mood was, once again, intimate and romantic over breakfast. Just as I prepared to leave, I told Samina, "if you like and if it makes things easier for you, I could make an excuse that have to go out tonight. Leave you to entertain Mehmood on your own. Maybe that will be a better?"
"Hmmm.” Thought Samina, “that's not a bad idea. That way I can still pretend to be the conflicted wife, cheating on her husband, not some easy to lay floozie. Your not being there might be my best chance to feel his lovely cock inside me. But it is a shame you won't get to see it!”
"Well darling, actually you won't be alone with him. I'm only going to tell him that I'm going out. I thought that I'd set up inside our wardrobe, leave the door open just a crack so I can watch you two do it." I explained.
"You must be crazy! I would never had thought of that.” Samina laughed. “You are on!”
"Mehmood, seemed to think that my stare at his cock gave him license to go on teasing me, and he said, 'have you ever had one that thick, Samina? Had it in you, I mean?' I felt that I had to say something to put an end to this conversation, so I told him that I did not want to get into the whole comparison thing.” Said Samina, she sounded a little exasperated.
I immediately realized that her choice of words would have immediately given Mehmood an opening to pursue. Which I was sure he must have. Having seen me naked in the shower many times, he knew that I could not even hold a candle to him.
"Mehmood, just did not seem to take the hint, and said, 'no Samina, I'm not talking about Umer,, I've seen him in the showers at the golf club. I know that his is nowhere near as thick or as long as mine is. I just meant in the past, Samina, have you ever had one like that before, when you were younger? Or were you a virgin when you got married?' That annoyed me no end, so I simply said damn you and that I had never had one that big, and I hoped he was satisfied. Of course that was not the truth, but I could not tell him that, so I played the role of the offended, indignant, respectable wife, something I was sure he was expecting of me anyway."
I just nodded.
"'Very satisfied, thank you Samina,' he answered with a laugh, and added,'it will always be here for you if you ever want to experience it. I know you would enjoy it!' His complacent tone, and superior manner really had me annoyed, and I snapped at him, that he was now being disrespectful, and that his attitude was not helping the guilt I was already feeling. I picked up the food utensils, and told him I was leaving. I cannot tell you how mad I was, but it was not at Mehmood, but at myself!” Samina raised her voice and looked at me.
“It's okay darling,” I said soothingly. “So you let things get a little out of control, but not too far.” But I could see that Samina was really mad at herself. Really, this situation had the potential to blow up in our faces and create some serious problems, if Mehmood decided to blab around.
“Martin stood and walked towards me, I thought he wanted to kiss or hug me, so I moved back, and told him to get a decent life, and start taking care of himself, he had grieved enough, and now needed to start moving back to the world of the living.” Samina said sagely.
"Anyway, as I was leaving, he said, 'Samina, I promise you I will do all those things, all because of what you have just done for me. Not just for the great wank, but for dinner too. Thanks Samina, and please thank Umer for me!' I think he wanted to kiss me, but saw how edgy I was about that, as he stood there with his shorts now down around his ankles and his penis hanging limply, still an impressive size in its flaccid state, smiled, and waved good bye.”
“So you did not let him take things further than that. Good idea!” I said.
“Yes I know, but I really wrestled with my thoughts on the drive home. Even now, I don't know what I want to do with Mehmood!” Samina said gently, as she got up and went to our bedroom, and I followed.
"Well darling, Mehmood, has lost the love of his life and you and I have been best friends with them for quite a while now. So, if you felt that you needed to offer him some comfort … even if it was very personal and intimate comfort … you know, at this time, then I would understand perfectly. It would not affect our loving relationship one bit, and I think Mehmood can be trusted to keep his word that he would be discrete" I pointed out. I knew Samina wanted to have sex with Mehmood and wanted to give her a good reason why it was alright for her to go for it, despite her reservations.
I think Samina felt pushed into a corner. She knew she had to confess now, all of it, every salacious moment. "Umer…" she said very tentatively.
"Yes, my darling," I responded, moving closer to her, my arms going around her, pulling her close to my body.
Samina was now tight up against me, her face against the collar of my shirt. "Umer, if I did go to bed with him, are you certain it would be alright? I mean he knows some our family and close friends back in Pakistan. Aren't your worried he might tell them?”
"Of course not, Samina. I just told you, I think he is trustworthy, and frankly it would perfectly understand if you did something intimate to help such a good friend of ours in his time of need." I don't know why, but I really wanted Samina to be fucked by Mehmood. At the time it did not even occur to me, how unnatural it was to be having that conversation.
"I love you so much Umer, what did I ever to get a husband like you, who has set me free? I cannot believe how lucky I got with you?” Samina kissed me, and I kissed back with equal passion as we got into our bedroom.
We stood in front of the the bed and started making out. My hands went under Samina's skirt and fondled both her ass cheeks, and then one finger insinuated itself between those cheeks that were now lewdly spread apart in my palms. That finger ever so gently touched her anal ring, tickling it, making Samina jump and moan. She had learnt to enjoy being touched there a while back and now loved it. Samina gasped and her cheeks clenched in reaction, gripping the finger briefly.
Then I let go with one hand, moved it towards her cunt, leaving the finger on anus to gently apply pressure there and tickle it randomly. As I had expected, her front was damp! My fingers at her cunt got busy, drawing the juices amazingly quickly from her body, then coming up to the top of her slit and uncovering her sensitive clitoris. Two fingers swirled around it and Samina's attention was diverted from her asshole, her clit reacting, all of her sensations pent up from her earlier arousal with Mehmood coming forward. I could feel my fingers get moist with her cream, and knew she was ready.
I dropped to my knees, and put my head under Samina's skirt. The strong, erotic smell of her sex soon enveloped me, as I quickly lowered her pussy. I was so incredibly aroused myself that I wanted to fuck her right there. My fingers at her cunt left her momentarily, as I unbuckled my jeans and undid the zipper as fast as I could, then his fingers were back, separating the outer lips of her sopping pussy. I kissed it, before gently nibbling the lips and then licking her clitoris with random tongue strokes, just the way she loved it!
Eventually, my oral ministrations seemed to be making some impact, as I felt Samina's knees buckle slightly. I quickly put my palms and gripped her ass, to keep her from falling, as she shuffled back a few steps and dropped on the bed. I let her fall back, and then went on with my tongue's assault on her cunt, her juices really flowing now. Soon, I felt a familiar shudder in her and knew that she was close to orgasm, and decided it was time.
I stopped my tongue, and came out from under the skirt, a blast of cool airconditioned air hitting my face and damp chin, and lips. Gone was intoxicating smell of Samina's cream, in its place I smelt the fresh pine odour of the plug in air freshener.
I stood up and placed my hard cock against Samina's lit. The shaft made several thrusts along her slit, each one nudging her clit while in her ass, just one finger continued to gently circle her asshole. I could tell that Samina was so delirious with the sensations she was getting. I knew that this could not be a marathon effort, I had tend to my wife's needs quickly before I lost it. I was just so turned on. Several more thrusts along her slit from back to front, each one culminating in his knob pausing at her clit and Samina's breathing had quickened. She was moaning out her pleasure, unashamed to reveal how rapidly she had become aroused.
At last, I pulled back far enough along her slit and adjusted my body slightly and with the aid of my fingers, my next stroke nudged inside of her, and I imagined what it would look like with Mehmood doing that to her. Once again I felt envy and regret. It was only the head at first and I paused there and Samina cried out, "ooohhhh yes, give it to me now!" This was the most involved she had been when I fucked her, in a long time, I knew that she had to be exceptionally aroused to be that way. Her arms reached forward and her hands gripped the edges of the bed, and she spread her legs out more, bracing herself for his full entry.
With the knob of the cock embedded, the fingers that were wet from their juices now strayed around to her butt, pushing his dry hand away. I stroked the wet fingers around and around her anus, while the cock held just inside her cunt. Then together in one slick movement,I slowly pushed my cock in deeper … gaining ground, sliding smoothly into her cunt while one wet finger forced itself past her sphincter and pushed inside her rectal passage to the first knuckle. Samina screamed out with the double penetration and she clamped all her muscles tight, holding my cock hard up inside her cunt while my finger was trapped up her ass. At that moment I would have given anything to have been as well hung as Raj, or Mehmood, or Chris, or even Paco (who was the least well-hung of her lovers thus far, but still more than a fair better hung that I am!)
We held on like that for a long moment, then slowly Samina released her muscular grip andI began to withdraw my shaft right back till only the knob was inside her. Then, harder and stronger this time, the shaft of the cock drove in, as deep as I could take it. I heard Samina moan, “deeper, Umer, deeper!” But alas that was not possible, but I tried my best.
A rhythm began and I didn't hold back, thrusting himself solidly into my wife's cunt. There was nothing subtle about this lovemaking, it was intended to bring us both to near instantaneous pleasure, as I could achieve within my limitations, and it seemed to be working a little. The finger I had insinuated into Samina's ass was gentler, just wiggling a little and her moans told me that she loved it.
I had been inside his wife for barely a minute when he heard and felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. Fortunately, I noted, that Samina was getting to it in record time and I was relieved that she appeared to be going at the same pace as I was!
Samina was rapidly panting and gasping now. After a long time, she was behaving that way when being fucked by me. Her lower body thrusting back at me, meeting my inward strokes to draw maximum satisfaction from the release that she knew could only now be seconds away. I never missed a beat, the strong steady rhythm of my thrusts, finally succeeded in extracting an orgasm out of Samina, as she shuddered, and let out a soft, “ooohhhh!” At the same time, I joined her as a powerful jet of semen spurted from within my shaft, into Samina. I held himself wedged up tight inside Samina, while my cock continued its spasming releases into her. Her muscles again gripped me tight, holding me there for as long as I could remain rigid enough not to slip out, which happened a little to quickly for Samina's liking, you see she is one of the those women, who have extended orgasms, and love being slowly fucked for a bit, even after they have experienced a large orgasm. Alas I could never do that. Still I felt good that this was one of those rare times when she had orgasmed with me fucking her.
I stood up shakily. For a moment, Samina just lay flat on the bed, where she had been pinned. Then slowly, she used her hands to push herself upright, and sat down, facing her me. We looked at each other and both began laughing.
"Where did all that come from?" I asked Samina. "That was awesome!"
"I guess … I mean, I have to admit that the thought of me being with Mehmood just turned me on too much. That and describing what happened earlier at his house was just too much."
"But I've never known you to be so … so…" I did not know what to say.
"Such an animal? Orgasm so easily" suggested Samina.
"Yes … I suppose so. It was just like you had to have me here and now, no matter what … and nothing was going to stop you. I think that's what got to me, the overpowering nature of how much you wanted me. I wish I could give you such orgasms more often.” I said sadly.
"Send me over to Mehmood's once a week, and maybe you will be able to!" Said Samina with a laugh, and I laughed with her.
There was silence between us for a while as we both continued to regather their normal breathing, then Samina spoke. "That does appear to have been the spark, Umer!"
"What's that, Samina?"
"I mean, I went over to Mehmod, did something I should probably not have done, but it felt so right when I did do it, I have been aroused as hell telling you about it.”
I looked adoringly at Samian, and hugger her. "I have to admit, Samina, that I was so turned on by your description of what happened and by my picturing you doing it all to him."
Samina laughed, “I knew you would darling, that is why I tried to give you a complete account of what happened.”
I felt his cock had grown again, just thinking about Samina and Mehmood together. Samina wrapped right around it. “See, I had no trouble getting my fingers and thumb to join around yours! It looks so cute, almost like a miniature toy compared to Mehmood's or Raj's, now those are the real thing!” She giggled as my penis twitched.
Not much was exchanged on the subject for a while, as soon we were in bed, relaxing, before falling asleep, with me spooning Samina.
The next morning, we were very romantic and clingy with each other, with lots of gentle touches and lingering kisses, although being a working day, there was no time for any further torrid sex together. As I left for work, I kissed Samina goodbye, and she surprised me surprising her saying, "I'm going to call Mehmood today, see if he'll come over Friday night. You know, resume our dinners."
"Of course darling, if that is what you want, go for it.” I said.
“Well, I don't know if I'm ready to face him after what I did. It might be a bit embarrassing, but still I do so want to ....well.... you know!" Samina gave me her patented demure, flirty smile.
“I know darling,” I laughed. “And I think you are right to trust Mehmood.”
The days leading up to Friday were a whirlwind. Samina and I was totally swamped in our respective jobs, and were too tired to do anything but grab a quick bite to eat, hit the sack, and fall asleep as soon as our head touched the pillow. So we did not have much time to discuss the Mehmood situation much. We barely had time to catch up on our day, let alone talk about anything else. Alas, life tends to be that way, no matter how much we would like to be all fun and games. But Samina had not even mentioned if she had even called Mehmood to set up the date.
That Thursday evening, when I came home, I brought her flowers and a bottle of her favorite wine, which we consumed during dinner. Then, we sat together on the lounge, my arm dbangd around her waist, as we finished up the wine, and watched some television.
"So,” Samina said suddenly, a wide smile pasted oh her face. “I called Mehmood today and he said he'd be delighted to come for dinner tomorrow!"
"Oh damn, you didn't?" I pretended to be annoyed.
"Yes, I did!” Samina laughed.
"But you said you'd rather you wait. You were going to be so embarrassed." I pointed out.
"Nah,” Samina said confidently, “I'll be fine. I'll be able to handle it." She laughed. “In fact I am looking forward to handling IT again.” She laughed, emphasizing the word 'IT'.
"Well, it certainly didn't do you any harm the first time!" I told her when my own laughter subsided.
"I am sorry sweetie, but I can't help it. I do love IT so!” Samina giggled naughtily, as she emphasized the word 'IT' again.
"Well then, it looks like you need Mehmood to stoke you fire!" I said simply and Samina nodded.
"Well, in that case, I certainly need some more intimate moments with Mehmood to spark our fires." Samina said, as she sipped her wine.
"Well inviting him over to resume our Friday night dinners …seems like a good start." I told Samina and she nodded.
"What was said on the phone today, Samina? Did you or he mention you being over there with him?" I wanted to know if Mehmood had said anything about what happened the night Samina had taken dinner over to him.
"Well, I didn't bring it up … he just said that he had a great time , and he thanked me for coming over with dinner." Samina said.
"And that was all?" I was a little surprised that Mehmood had made no mention of what happened when Samina was at his place.
"Oh, he said something about my visit, inspiring him to move on with his life, and he fully intended to start to living again, as that is what his wife would have wanted him to do.” Samina said.
"Wow, that's great!"
"Yeah, all from one five minute wank. Damn I'm good!" Samina laughed, and I join her.
When we went to bed that evening, I gave Samina a long, sensual message, which she clearly enjoyed. Then I brought her to climax by going down on her. Alas, my hard throbbing cock did not receive any attention from her, as she was asleep almost as soon as her orgasm subside. Instead of feeling upset, or jilted, I just went to the bathroom, and jerked off.
The next morning was Friday, the mood was, once again, intimate and romantic over breakfast. Just as I prepared to leave, I told Samina, "if you like and if it makes things easier for you, I could make an excuse that have to go out tonight. Leave you to entertain Mehmood on your own. Maybe that will be a better?"
"Hmmm.” Thought Samina, “that's not a bad idea. That way I can still pretend to be the conflicted wife, cheating on her husband, not some easy to lay floozie. Your not being there might be my best chance to feel his lovely cock inside me. But it is a shame you won't get to see it!”
"Well darling, actually you won't be alone with him. I'm only going to tell him that I'm going out. I thought that I'd set up inside our wardrobe, leave the door open just a crack so I can watch you two do it." I explained.
"You must be crazy! I would never had thought of that.” Samina laughed. “You are on!”
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