28-04-2019, 03:27 PM
"Thanks sweetie.” I hugged and kissed my lovely wife, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. “What could be better than you telling me what you two did? For me to actually see it, watch and hear every moan, every groan, hear and see every time you come. Watch you worship his big cock, see the first time you take it up inside you. Then, when he goes home, you and I can re-live it all over and over again. There is no sight more erotic and beautiful in my eyes, then watching you get the pleasure you deserve. I feel wonderdul."
Samina smiled at me. “You know Umer sometimes, I still can't believe that you're like this. It seems like a dream .But thanks darling, thanks for letting me experience what I know I deserve, I only wish you could give it to me!”
"Darling, I wish I could to, but I knowing that you are being so satisfied makes me feel like I responsible for it, if not with my body, then with my mind and attitude in accepting my short comings and not letting them interfere with your pleasure!” I said. “It's obvious that the size of a man's cock impresses you, means a lot to you and your pleasure. I cannot possibly deny you the right to enjoy it! My only occasional worry is that perhaps we're messing with something dangerous. I don't want it to break us up. I love you too much and can't bear the thought of losing you."
"It won't Umer, I can promise you that. I know most people would be horrified if they ever found out about our lifestyle, and think we will surely split. But I know better, if anything your willingness to let me be free and experiment and enjoy other men, only makes me love you all the more. I have so before, and I will say it again forever, whenever you want to hear it and reassure yourself." Samina hugged me tight.
"I know, darling! And thanks!” I kissed her, and left for work.
When I walked in the door that evening, Samina was already home. Samina told me that she was having second thoughts. Her concern was mostly driven by the fact that Mehmood was very well acquainted with her mother's family, so what if he even accidentally slipped up and said something that implicated Samina..
"That's okay, Samina. You don't have to make up your mind until Mehmood arrives." I said, in a way I understood her concern.
"Okay, and I'll give you signal if I decide to go for it, that will be your cue to leave." Said Samina.
"No, I've already told him, that I will have to leave." I said.
"What? But I didn't agree yet." Samina sounded upset.
"Doesn't matter. We had a lunch meeting today, and I told him that I was sorry but a problem had come up at the plant which would probably require me leave and be at the office all evening, but I insisted that he should still come over." I explained.
"What did he say?" Asked Samina softly..
"Said he'd still love to come. Laughed, and said something about how he'd rather see you than me anyway." I laughed.
"But what if I don't want to take things any further?" Samina asked.
"No problem. If you decide that you really don't want to do it, give me a signal. I'll just tell him that the problem got resolved, and I don't have to leave. The three of us will just have a normal night together. There is no pressure on you Samina to go ahead, it's all your call, as always. You have to want to do it too. I'm going to run your hot bath for you now so you can relax and thing. Then I'm going to lay out two complete outfits for you on the bed, right down to underwear and all. I bought a little dress for you today. If you wear that it means you are planning to go ahead, the other dress will be more conservative, put that on, if you are certain that you don't want to go on.” I said, trying to make things as simple as possible.
Samina looked across at the lounge and saw the box for the first time. She started toward it.
"No Samina, not yet. You can't see it until after your bath. I'll leave the two outfits on the bed. The new one is to turn Mehmood on if I go out. The older outfit is just something I've grabbed from your wardrobe and is to wear if I stay home and the three of us have dinner together. It's pretty demure. I don't want you to tell me your decision … I will know when I see what outfit you're wearing, and I think it might be better if you don't show me your choice until he gets here." I said, explaining myself again.
"You really have thought this out, haven't you?" Samina smiled
I nodded, then stepped forward, took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. As I held her close, I was certain she could feel that I had a major erection. I hoped that would help sway her decision.
"I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'll leave one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in the shadows." I gave Samina instructions.
I could see that her doubts returned as she listened to my planning. Much later when we talked about the evening, she told me that it was bad enough having to worry about the implications of her sleeping with Mehmood, but now she was also worried him catching me watching them. She poured herself a stiff drink and began preparing dinner whileI ran her a hot bath. When it was ready, he called down to her from the top of the stairs. "Samina, your bath is ready. I'll come down and take over cooking the dinner, okay?"
It was nearly 6pm by the time Samina stripped off and lowered herself body into the steaming bath. I knew that she would have some nice quiet time to reflect and decides, as sas her mind rattled through all of the possible consequences of what might happen if in fact she did give in to her desire and spread her legs for Mehmood. She couldn't be more undecided. For any other man, there would be no question, but with Mehmood, it was a complicated situation, fraught with risk and potential dangers.
As I finished up dinner, I could picture Samina just contented herself in the steaming hot bath, alone with her confused thoughts … erotic thoughts, much of which centred on an image of Martin's enormous erection. I imagined she could see it in her mind as she tried to decide.
Mehmood arrived at around 6:45 p.m, just as I had finished up with the last of the dinner preparations. As I let him in, I wondered what decision Samina had made. By now she would have surveyed the dress choices I had picked out. The new outfit stood out, mainly because it was blood red, and it screamed, 'fuck me!', and indeed there wasn't much of it.
The top was a halter design with a thin strip of the bright red material going around the back of the neck. It was completely backless to the waist. The front wasn't much better with the two sections of material barely wider than her breasts, intended to cover them, but only if she stood or sat completely upright. Otherwise, any forward movement of her upper body would expose most of her breasts from either side. Indeed, not just from the sides because in the front, the gap between the two strands of material was in the form of a vee, dipping almost to her waist before joining up. The material was a very silky and its length was such that I knew it would stop at least 4 inches above her knees. It was also obvious that there was no way a bra could be worn with the dress.
I left Mehmood in the living room, and excused myself. Standing there totally nude, Samina was startled by the bedroom door opening. She looked up, surprised. "Sorry darling, it's only me, just making sure you're okay. Err … Mehmood's here, you would never know him after the way he's looked the last few weeks … the way you would have seen him on Wednesday night. You have obviously done wonders for him. He's had a haircut, clean-shaven, new suit. Samina, he looks a million bucks. Will you be long?"
Samina seemed to be lost in thought and did not reply immediately. I was sure that the exceptionally revealing nature of the new red outfit that I had picked out almost made her decision for her. She was probably thinking that in any other situation she would gladly put on the red outfit, but was it wise to flaunt herself that way in front of Mehmood? Would not a something more subtle be a better idea? Particularly as it would let her back out anytime. The red dress would leave no doubt that of her intentions.
“I'll join you guys in a few minutes!" Samina smiled at me nervously, taking a deep breath.
“Okay darling,” I said, as I enjoyed looking over her perfect nudity. I leaned forward and gave Samina a tender kiss on the lips, whispering to her, "I love you," then paused to give her an affectionate smile. I lingered for a moment longer, his eyes openly roaming, admiring her naked body, then retreated and closed the door without another word.
Samina later told me that she never even tried on the blue outfit, those few words from me about how well Mehmood looked, and the loving look in my eyes had made up her mind on a decision that she had agonized with all day. So, she quickly wrapped the thin black garter belt around herself and attached the hooks, straightening it for the suspenders to hang limply down each thigh, front and back. Then she sat to draw the sheer black nylon stockings up high and attached them to the suspenders. She stepped into the new red thong and drew it up her long legs, pulling the band up tight until the thin strand disappeared into the crack of her ass, the material at the front barely covering her pubic mound. Then she, slipped the red dress on and fiddled with the material, trying to spread the two sections wide enough to cover her breasts without embarrassment. She watched herself in the mirror as she made all sorts of manoeuvres with her body to see how much could be seen when she leaned forward. “I thought it revealed everything,” she to me. “My tits would be totally on show if I bent forward!”
“I knew that, when I bought it,” I laughed.
“Well, I slipped on the high heeled shoes, and saw myself in mirror, thinking that I would probably be Mehmood's before the night was over. I thought that the overall look was more sexy than whorish, and that was a good thing!”
While Samina was still in the bedroom, Mehmood and I chatted and drank some scotch. I had positioned myself, so that at first only I could see Samina, as she came down. Mehmood, had his back to the stairs. When I saw that she had chosen the sexy new red dress, my face lit up and he felt my erect cock jerk with anticipation.
I guess Mehmood saw the grin on my face, as he quickly he turned to see what had sparked my interest. Looking up, he caught sight of Samina coming down the stairs, she was a vision in red. He looked startled, he had never seen her looking quite so glamorous. Each step she took, her leg pushed the silky dress forward and he saw a flash of thigh. I thought I saw movement in his pants.
"Samina, you look truly amazing," said Mehmood, as he stepped forward and took Samina's hand as she reached the last step. "I love the dress, you look a million bucks in that." Mehmood could tear his eyes away from Samina
"Thank you Mehmood, it's good to see you again," she said, and I saw that she was keeping herself upright, I guess not wanting Mehmood to get any free peeps at her breasts.
I moved to the other side of Samina and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You do look really special tonight, I am sure that Mehmood, will appreciate you dressing up for dinner."
"Well honey, when you told me that he had shaved and cleaned up and was wearing a suit, I figured that I had to dress up too." Turning again to Mehmood, she added, "You do look handsome again, Mehmood. I was so distressed to see how you looked the other night."
"I owe it all to you, Samina. Your words and your warmth inspired me. I had to get myself right because you told me to."
"Thank you," responded Samina with a warm smile and her other hand raised up to softly touch Mehmood's cheek.
"I'll leave you two for a minute, I've just got to check the dinner," said I, departing for the kitchen. Of course that was just an excuse, and while I pretended to check on dinner, my full attention was on the living room.
Mehmood still held Samina's hand and together they strolled into the living room. Samina did not seem too pushed to pull her hand away, until they got the liquor cabinet, when she said, "excuse me while I get myself a drink. Mehmood, can I get you another of whatever that is?"
“Ummm, maybe later, for now, I think just a Perrier thanks Samina," said Mehmood and Samina looked at him, surprised.
"Perrier water, what's with you?" she asked as she poured herself Vodka straight up.
"I'm cleaning up my act, Samina. You will never realise what a powerful effect you had on me on Wednesday night. One drink to start the evening is enough for now I think."
"Oh, that night again! Mehmood, can we not talk about that? I'm just a bit embarrassed about what I did."
"Don't be," said Mehmood, moving closer than Samina. "You were fabulous, in more ways than one. As well as making me feel tremendous, you know, inside … your words made me realize that I had to pull myself together. So I went out yesterday, had a haircut and a shave, bought this new suit, and I feel a lot better for it."
"That's great, Mehmood. I'm pleased that I could help you." Samina walked over to the lounge chairs and perched on an arm, not wanting to slump into one and have the dress separate in front. Mehmood followed, again standing very close to her.
"So Umer tells me he has a meeting to go to, looks like we're going to be alone, just the two of us."
"Guess we'll have to play Scrabble … you know, to pass the time," she said wickedly, and laughed a little.
"What?" Mehmood looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, sorry, you're joking."
I saw her give gave him a cheeky wink, just as I in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of us sat down at the dining table and I began carving the roast. Samina jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates.
It was an enjoyable meal, the wine flowed, but we noticed that Mehmood drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. Samina and I drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. Good conversation was flowing throughout. Mehmood regaled us with stories from his most recent trip to Pakistan, when he had trekked in the Himalayas, right up to the second level base camp of K2. We were impressed, but I wondered if it was a good idea for Mehmood to be bringing up Pakistan, it was that connection that was making Samina so hesitant to begin with, any mention of it could only make things worse. I hoped it would not, and was relieved to see Samina smiling normally.
When we had finished, I pushed back his chair and announced, "I'm going to have to get a move on now, they have not called to cancel, so I guess they want me at the plant. Mehmood, I am sorry again that I have to leave you when you are here as my guest. But my very beautiful better half is going to do her best to entertain you tonight. I don't know what she has in mind, but I am certain that you will enjoy yourself." I turned and winked a Samina, who gave me a lovely smile.
Samina blushed the same colour as her dress as Mehmood responded. "Just looking at her in that dress is entertainment for me. Umer, what time do you think you'll be home?"
"Definitely not before midnight!" I said, quite pointedly.
"That's great," said Mehmood enthusiastically before adding "I mean, we will miss you, but maybe we three can have a nightcap when you get in?"
"Yes, I would like that very much," I said. "Excuse me, I must get ready. I'll pop in and say goodnight before I leave."
I left the two of them alone, and saw Samina rise from her chair and moved around the table to collect Mehmood's plate. That put her alongside his chair and as she bent forward to pick up the plate, he could glimpse her full left breast side on in profile, barely contained by the silky material. Only the tip of her breast and the already erect nipple was obscured.
Samina tried to bring her left arm forward to block his view, but he pushed it behind them and his head came forward to the side of her body and he planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin of the side of her breast. She jumped, surprised. Then she felt his hand touching the back of one knee and quickly sliding up the back of her thigh.
"Don't Mehmood, please." Samina tried to pull away, but his hand was firm, holding onto the back of one leg under her dress, just above the stocking top.
Samina smiled at me. “You know Umer sometimes, I still can't believe that you're like this. It seems like a dream .But thanks darling, thanks for letting me experience what I know I deserve, I only wish you could give it to me!”
"Darling, I wish I could to, but I knowing that you are being so satisfied makes me feel like I responsible for it, if not with my body, then with my mind and attitude in accepting my short comings and not letting them interfere with your pleasure!” I said. “It's obvious that the size of a man's cock impresses you, means a lot to you and your pleasure. I cannot possibly deny you the right to enjoy it! My only occasional worry is that perhaps we're messing with something dangerous. I don't want it to break us up. I love you too much and can't bear the thought of losing you."
"It won't Umer, I can promise you that. I know most people would be horrified if they ever found out about our lifestyle, and think we will surely split. But I know better, if anything your willingness to let me be free and experiment and enjoy other men, only makes me love you all the more. I have so before, and I will say it again forever, whenever you want to hear it and reassure yourself." Samina hugged me tight.
"I know, darling! And thanks!” I kissed her, and left for work.
When I walked in the door that evening, Samina was already home. Samina told me that she was having second thoughts. Her concern was mostly driven by the fact that Mehmood was very well acquainted with her mother's family, so what if he even accidentally slipped up and said something that implicated Samina..
"That's okay, Samina. You don't have to make up your mind until Mehmood arrives." I said, in a way I understood her concern.
"Okay, and I'll give you signal if I decide to go for it, that will be your cue to leave." Said Samina.
"No, I've already told him, that I will have to leave." I said.
"What? But I didn't agree yet." Samina sounded upset.
"Doesn't matter. We had a lunch meeting today, and I told him that I was sorry but a problem had come up at the plant which would probably require me leave and be at the office all evening, but I insisted that he should still come over." I explained.
"What did he say?" Asked Samina softly..
"Said he'd still love to come. Laughed, and said something about how he'd rather see you than me anyway." I laughed.
"But what if I don't want to take things any further?" Samina asked.
"No problem. If you decide that you really don't want to do it, give me a signal. I'll just tell him that the problem got resolved, and I don't have to leave. The three of us will just have a normal night together. There is no pressure on you Samina to go ahead, it's all your call, as always. You have to want to do it too. I'm going to run your hot bath for you now so you can relax and thing. Then I'm going to lay out two complete outfits for you on the bed, right down to underwear and all. I bought a little dress for you today. If you wear that it means you are planning to go ahead, the other dress will be more conservative, put that on, if you are certain that you don't want to go on.” I said, trying to make things as simple as possible.
Samina looked across at the lounge and saw the box for the first time. She started toward it.
"No Samina, not yet. You can't see it until after your bath. I'll leave the two outfits on the bed. The new one is to turn Mehmood on if I go out. The older outfit is just something I've grabbed from your wardrobe and is to wear if I stay home and the three of us have dinner together. It's pretty demure. I don't want you to tell me your decision … I will know when I see what outfit you're wearing, and I think it might be better if you don't show me your choice until he gets here." I said, explaining myself again.
"You really have thought this out, haven't you?" Samina smiled
I nodded, then stepped forward, took her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. As I held her close, I was certain she could feel that I had a major erection. I hoped that would help sway her decision.
"I'm going upstairs to prepare my vantage point, that is on the assumption that you will go ahead with this. Just remember when you get started, neither of you are to come over to the wardrobe doors, I'll leave one open just a crack. Oh, and don't put the overhead light on, just use the bedside lamps. That will light you two up enough for me to see, but will keep me back in the shadows." I gave Samina instructions.
I could see that her doubts returned as she listened to my planning. Much later when we talked about the evening, she told me that it was bad enough having to worry about the implications of her sleeping with Mehmood, but now she was also worried him catching me watching them. She poured herself a stiff drink and began preparing dinner whileI ran her a hot bath. When it was ready, he called down to her from the top of the stairs. "Samina, your bath is ready. I'll come down and take over cooking the dinner, okay?"
It was nearly 6pm by the time Samina stripped off and lowered herself body into the steaming bath. I knew that she would have some nice quiet time to reflect and decides, as sas her mind rattled through all of the possible consequences of what might happen if in fact she did give in to her desire and spread her legs for Mehmood. She couldn't be more undecided. For any other man, there would be no question, but with Mehmood, it was a complicated situation, fraught with risk and potential dangers.
As I finished up dinner, I could picture Samina just contented herself in the steaming hot bath, alone with her confused thoughts … erotic thoughts, much of which centred on an image of Martin's enormous erection. I imagined she could see it in her mind as she tried to decide.
Mehmood arrived at around 6:45 p.m, just as I had finished up with the last of the dinner preparations. As I let him in, I wondered what decision Samina had made. By now she would have surveyed the dress choices I had picked out. The new outfit stood out, mainly because it was blood red, and it screamed, 'fuck me!', and indeed there wasn't much of it.
The top was a halter design with a thin strip of the bright red material going around the back of the neck. It was completely backless to the waist. The front wasn't much better with the two sections of material barely wider than her breasts, intended to cover them, but only if she stood or sat completely upright. Otherwise, any forward movement of her upper body would expose most of her breasts from either side. Indeed, not just from the sides because in the front, the gap between the two strands of material was in the form of a vee, dipping almost to her waist before joining up. The material was a very silky and its length was such that I knew it would stop at least 4 inches above her knees. It was also obvious that there was no way a bra could be worn with the dress.
I left Mehmood in the living room, and excused myself. Standing there totally nude, Samina was startled by the bedroom door opening. She looked up, surprised. "Sorry darling, it's only me, just making sure you're okay. Err … Mehmood's here, you would never know him after the way he's looked the last few weeks … the way you would have seen him on Wednesday night. You have obviously done wonders for him. He's had a haircut, clean-shaven, new suit. Samina, he looks a million bucks. Will you be long?"
Samina seemed to be lost in thought and did not reply immediately. I was sure that the exceptionally revealing nature of the new red outfit that I had picked out almost made her decision for her. She was probably thinking that in any other situation she would gladly put on the red outfit, but was it wise to flaunt herself that way in front of Mehmood? Would not a something more subtle be a better idea? Particularly as it would let her back out anytime. The red dress would leave no doubt that of her intentions.
“I'll join you guys in a few minutes!" Samina smiled at me nervously, taking a deep breath.
“Okay darling,” I said, as I enjoyed looking over her perfect nudity. I leaned forward and gave Samina a tender kiss on the lips, whispering to her, "I love you," then paused to give her an affectionate smile. I lingered for a moment longer, his eyes openly roaming, admiring her naked body, then retreated and closed the door without another word.
Samina later told me that she never even tried on the blue outfit, those few words from me about how well Mehmood looked, and the loving look in my eyes had made up her mind on a decision that she had agonized with all day. So, she quickly wrapped the thin black garter belt around herself and attached the hooks, straightening it for the suspenders to hang limply down each thigh, front and back. Then she sat to draw the sheer black nylon stockings up high and attached them to the suspenders. She stepped into the new red thong and drew it up her long legs, pulling the band up tight until the thin strand disappeared into the crack of her ass, the material at the front barely covering her pubic mound. Then she, slipped the red dress on and fiddled with the material, trying to spread the two sections wide enough to cover her breasts without embarrassment. She watched herself in the mirror as she made all sorts of manoeuvres with her body to see how much could be seen when she leaned forward. “I thought it revealed everything,” she to me. “My tits would be totally on show if I bent forward!”
“I knew that, when I bought it,” I laughed.
“Well, I slipped on the high heeled shoes, and saw myself in mirror, thinking that I would probably be Mehmood's before the night was over. I thought that the overall look was more sexy than whorish, and that was a good thing!”
While Samina was still in the bedroom, Mehmood and I chatted and drank some scotch. I had positioned myself, so that at first only I could see Samina, as she came down. Mehmood, had his back to the stairs. When I saw that she had chosen the sexy new red dress, my face lit up and he felt my erect cock jerk with anticipation.
I guess Mehmood saw the grin on my face, as he quickly he turned to see what had sparked my interest. Looking up, he caught sight of Samina coming down the stairs, she was a vision in red. He looked startled, he had never seen her looking quite so glamorous. Each step she took, her leg pushed the silky dress forward and he saw a flash of thigh. I thought I saw movement in his pants.
"Samina, you look truly amazing," said Mehmood, as he stepped forward and took Samina's hand as she reached the last step. "I love the dress, you look a million bucks in that." Mehmood could tear his eyes away from Samina
"Thank you Mehmood, it's good to see you again," she said, and I saw that she was keeping herself upright, I guess not wanting Mehmood to get any free peeps at her breasts.
I moved to the other side of Samina and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "You do look really special tonight, I am sure that Mehmood, will appreciate you dressing up for dinner."
"Well honey, when you told me that he had shaved and cleaned up and was wearing a suit, I figured that I had to dress up too." Turning again to Mehmood, she added, "You do look handsome again, Mehmood. I was so distressed to see how you looked the other night."
"I owe it all to you, Samina. Your words and your warmth inspired me. I had to get myself right because you told me to."
"Thank you," responded Samina with a warm smile and her other hand raised up to softly touch Mehmood's cheek.
"I'll leave you two for a minute, I've just got to check the dinner," said I, departing for the kitchen. Of course that was just an excuse, and while I pretended to check on dinner, my full attention was on the living room.
Mehmood still held Samina's hand and together they strolled into the living room. Samina did not seem too pushed to pull her hand away, until they got the liquor cabinet, when she said, "excuse me while I get myself a drink. Mehmood, can I get you another of whatever that is?"
“Ummm, maybe later, for now, I think just a Perrier thanks Samina," said Mehmood and Samina looked at him, surprised.
"Perrier water, what's with you?" she asked as she poured herself Vodka straight up.
"I'm cleaning up my act, Samina. You will never realise what a powerful effect you had on me on Wednesday night. One drink to start the evening is enough for now I think."
"Oh, that night again! Mehmood, can we not talk about that? I'm just a bit embarrassed about what I did."
"Don't be," said Mehmood, moving closer than Samina. "You were fabulous, in more ways than one. As well as making me feel tremendous, you know, inside … your words made me realize that I had to pull myself together. So I went out yesterday, had a haircut and a shave, bought this new suit, and I feel a lot better for it."
"That's great, Mehmood. I'm pleased that I could help you." Samina walked over to the lounge chairs and perched on an arm, not wanting to slump into one and have the dress separate in front. Mehmood followed, again standing very close to her.
"So Umer tells me he has a meeting to go to, looks like we're going to be alone, just the two of us."
"Guess we'll have to play Scrabble … you know, to pass the time," she said wickedly, and laughed a little.
"What?" Mehmood looked at her, puzzled. "Oh, sorry, you're joking."
I saw her give gave him a cheeky wink, just as I in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of us sat down at the dining table and I began carving the roast. Samina jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates.
It was an enjoyable meal, the wine flowed, but we noticed that Mehmood drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. Samina and I drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her nerves. Good conversation was flowing throughout. Mehmood regaled us with stories from his most recent trip to Pakistan, when he had trekked in the Himalayas, right up to the second level base camp of K2. We were impressed, but I wondered if it was a good idea for Mehmood to be bringing up Pakistan, it was that connection that was making Samina so hesitant to begin with, any mention of it could only make things worse. I hoped it would not, and was relieved to see Samina smiling normally.
When we had finished, I pushed back his chair and announced, "I'm going to have to get a move on now, they have not called to cancel, so I guess they want me at the plant. Mehmood, I am sorry again that I have to leave you when you are here as my guest. But my very beautiful better half is going to do her best to entertain you tonight. I don't know what she has in mind, but I am certain that you will enjoy yourself." I turned and winked a Samina, who gave me a lovely smile.
Samina blushed the same colour as her dress as Mehmood responded. "Just looking at her in that dress is entertainment for me. Umer, what time do you think you'll be home?"
"Definitely not before midnight!" I said, quite pointedly.
"That's great," said Mehmood enthusiastically before adding "I mean, we will miss you, but maybe we three can have a nightcap when you get in?"
"Yes, I would like that very much," I said. "Excuse me, I must get ready. I'll pop in and say goodnight before I leave."
I left the two of them alone, and saw Samina rise from her chair and moved around the table to collect Mehmood's plate. That put her alongside his chair and as she bent forward to pick up the plate, he could glimpse her full left breast side on in profile, barely contained by the silky material. Only the tip of her breast and the already erect nipple was obscured.
Samina tried to bring her left arm forward to block his view, but he pushed it behind them and his head came forward to the side of her body and he planted a soft kiss on the smooth skin of the side of her breast. She jumped, surprised. Then she felt his hand touching the back of one knee and quickly sliding up the back of her thigh.
"Don't Mehmood, please." Samina tried to pull away, but his hand was firm, holding onto the back of one leg under her dress, just above the stocking top.
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