Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Samina, I want you so badly. I can't tell you what happened to me when I saw you dressed like that. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and here you are, you've been under my nose the whole time. I never knew."

"Mehmood, Umer's still in the house, he could come back any minute." Samina seemed to plead. Smart I thought, letting him think that she was still hesitating, but she could only take so far. Mehmood was no dodo, seeing her dressed the way she was, he had to have known what her game was.
"It's okay, Samina. I'll bet he knows what's going to happen in this house tonight." Said Mehmood, immediately letting me know that what I suspected was indeed correct.
"What do you mean he knows?" Samina looked at him, alarmed.
"You, dressing like that and him having to go out for the night. And me having told him how horny I've been lately. He'd have to know that I'd make a move on you when you look a living, breathing sex goddess. I guess he's okay about it or he wouldn't go out and leave us." Mehmood said simply
I was relieved. For a minute, I wondered if Mehmood knew all about our plan, but his answer didn't seem to indicate it. Samina hadn't moved from the spot, standing alongside the seated Mehmood, although she probably could have. His hand moved up, lifting the back of her dress with it, and gently passed across the bare cheeks of her ass and he again kissed the side of her breast, this time lingeringly.
Unbeknownst to the pair, I had not gone upstairs to get ready to go out. I simply went out the dining room door, stepped deeper into the shadows of the hallway and watched my wife with friend. I didn't have to wait long as Samina began to clear the plates away.
I watched, aroused, as Mehmood slipped his hand up under the back of Samina's dress, and could see that the hand was obviously on her ass. I couldn't see the hand, but he could see the dress bulging around that hand as it fondled and squeezed Samina's ass. It turned me on to see Mehmood's soft kiss on the rounded side of Samina's breast through the big gap that the dress provided. I was in heaven.
Samina's head kept turning nervously toward the doorway as Mehmood's hand fondled her ass cheeks under her dress and his lips sucked on the smooth rounded side of her breast. "no panties, I like that!" his voice mumbled against the soft skin of her breast.
"I'm wearing a thong," she whispered back and she felt his finger delve in between her ass cheeks to confirm the thin band of lace that barely covered her anus. While the lacy material prevented his finger from actually touching her sensitive anal ring, she felt the skin of his finger rubbing against the inner cheeks of her ass and her whole body shivered.
I coughed from the darkened hallway and Mehmood just got his hand away from Samina's ass before John re-entered the dining room. "Well, I'll be off, be good you two."
Samina pulled away from the table and turned to greet me, and her face revealed her arousal and a little naughtiness. " Hope the meeting's not too boring," she told me.
Yes John, hope it goes well, " said Mehmood, adding "What time did you say you'd be back?"
"Not before midnight … at the earliest," I replied. "If you're still here, we'll have a drink. Meanwhile, keep Samina entertained. What do you two think you might do?" I teased a little.
"I think I might put a movie on," volunteered Samina, trying to sound innocent. "After we have some dessert."
"That sounds good," said Mehmood, but not very convincingly.
I leaned forward and gave Samina quite a passionate open-mouthed kiss with just a bit of tongue. Mehmood said nothing, just watched approvingly. When we kiss broke, I slapped my hand into Mike's, gave it a very firm shake and headed for his front door.
Samina followed me, and I gave her another quick kiss at the door. Mehmood had stayed seated at the table, so my mouth lingered beside Samina's ear after the kiss. "Give me at least 20 minutes before you start anything. It will take me that long to drive down the block and park the car, double back and come up the ladder. I've got it propped by our bedroom window. And don't let him do anything down here, save it all for our bedroom, okay?"
"Okay!" she agreed, "but I'm still a little nervous. I wish he hadn't mentioned Pakistan."
"You'll be great, I know you'll enjoy it and I will too. Just be yourself, do whatever you want and remember that I love you dearly, and I am sure Mehmood is trustworthy.Oh, and later tell me everything that happens in the next 20 minutes, I don't want to miss anything!” I said as I walked away.
The description that follows, up to the point where I could see them again, is based entirely on what Samina shared with me later.
Samina walked back into the dining room and Mehmood had left the table. He was nowhere to be seen. She cleared the plates and carried them to the kitchen. A moment later, he reappeared, coming from the living room at the front of the house. "I was just checking out the window, making sure that John has really gone. After Wednesday night, this all seems too good to be true."
Mehmood stepped straight up to Samina, who was standing at the sink still scbanging dishes. He wrapped his arms around her. She quickly slipped out of his grasp and took two steps back. "I think that I need to spell out some ground rules here. Mehmood, don't go jumping to any conclusions, and certainly don't just assume because we're here alone that sex is happening here tonight."
Mehmood was stunned, he had assumed all of that, and more. He reached for her again, but she took another step back and held her hand up toward his chest. "Mehmood, I felt very sorry for you that night, for all you'd been through since losing your wife. I never intended for any of that to happen when I brought dinner over. You got me at a very weak moment and I was very disturbed by how you looked and by what you had been through."
"I'm sorry Samina, I guess that I just picked up on a few signs tonight and thought that we would continue where we left off on Wednesday. Like John inviting me over, then telling me that he's got to go to a meeting for 5 hours or more, then you appearing as a vision in that come-and-take-me dress … and then watching you putting drinks away like you're building up some courage to take a big step."
"Mehmood, I can see how all of that might look the way you think. I'm just trying to say to you … something could well happen between us tonight, but I am extremely nervous and very unsure of what I want. Can I just give you some advice … there is more chance of it happening if you are more like you were that night. I really don't like the super confident Mehmood, putting his hands all over me and that smirk on your face that says I'm going to fuck my friend's wife."
He backed up a few steps and leaned against the kitchen table, the same table that had held Samina while John drove his cock into her two nights ago. "Sorry Samina, I get your message … loud and clear."
"Thanks Mehmood," she said as she walked past him to retrieve some more dishes from the dining room. She gave him a light peck on the cheek as she walked past but he resisted the urge to touch her.
Mehmood stayed where he was in the kitchen as Samina completely cleared the dining room table, quickly washed up a few items, then turned, drying her hands. It was only ten minutes since John had left. 'Too soon to go upstairs,' Samina thought. 'But at least my little speech gave me some time for John to get into position. At the speed things were happening, Mehmood would have had me upstairs in 2 minutes. And what would he think of me then?'
"Let's sit in the front room, I think I need just one more drink" she told Mehmood and he moved to follow her, enjoying watching the natural sway of her ass as she moved into the living room and sat herself down in a single chair. He poured her a fresh glass of wine and handed it to her before sitting in the single chair opposite her. His gaze lingered on the amount of leg showing.
"You're not having one," she asked as she sipped her wine.
"No, I think I've given it too much of a nudge lately," he told her.
"So is that the only reason you're not drinking, that you've cleaned up your act?"
"Well to be truthful, alcohol doesn't agree with male arousal," he told her with a slight smile, but still nervous about her reaction after her rebuff in the kitchen.
"I thought that may be the real reason. Thank you, I respect your honesty, and I appreciate your thoughtfulness."
"Did I tell you how much I enjoyed what you did for me on Wednesday night?"
"You did, but I feel better talking about it now that John's gone. You can tell me some more. Did you have a haircut and a shave and buy a new suit just because your best friend's wife took your large penis in her hand and tugged on it until you came?"
Mehmood looked confused, because Samina's mixed signals were keeping him off balance. "Not just because you tugged on it, Samina. I loved the way you licked it too. Would you do that again for me?"
"I could, if that's what you really wanted."
"I also loved the way that you were turned on by touching my cock. I saw the reaction in your face when you touched yourself."
Samina blushed. "You weren't supposed to see me doing that."
"I'm glad I did, it revealed some of your sexuality, you keep it hidden, you know. Tell me Samina, did you like touching my cock?"
She closed her eyes, picturing it and nodded with a slight smile. "I know it's very unfair of me to make comparisons and I really don't know if I would like one as thick as yours. But your penis is awesome! It's beautiful!”
"You can call it a cock, you know?"
"Would you prefer I call your large penis a big cock, would you Mehmood?" she said, kicking her high heels off and tucking both legs up under her. The movement caused her thighs to part and his eyes strained to see more of her in the darkness under her skimpy dress. "Are you looking for something, Mehmood?"
"Yes Samina, I want to see more of you," he said as he rose from his chair.
Samina could see the tenting of his pants now, caused by that large erection that she had held and played with just two nights ago. "Don't rush Mehmood, there's plenty of time. I want to finish my glass of wine and then we'll see what happens," she said, her hand coming up again as a stop signal.
He stayed still, right where he had risen from the chair.
"It seems like that was a good move … I mean, you not having a drink," she said, staring at and nodding toward his tented trousers.
"Yes, it feels particularly big tonight, it's even a bit uncomfortable, Samina," he told her as his hand dropped and pulled at his trousers, trying to adjust the position of his cock in the cramped pants.
"Is it caught up in your underpants, Mehmood?"
"Yes!" he said almost in a whisper.
"Do you want to free it Mehmood? I don't mind if you want to give it some air. Its not like I haven't seen it before, is it?"
"No, its not, Samina! Err … if you don't mind, I will get it out," he said as he fumbled with his zipper, lowering it and reaching in with one hand and gently pulling out his erect cock, carefully avoiding the metal edges of the zip.
They were just six feet apart. With Samina still sitting and Mehmood standing, she was almost at eye level with the bulge in his trousers. Samina's eyes widened as she saw his proud thick erection, standing straight out from his body, his fingers lightly wrapped around its base. All of the memories of seeing it and touching it for the first time came flooding back to her and she smiled broadly.
She stood up and paused where she stood, just a little unsteady on her feet, her eyes looking up and away from his cock to lock onto his eyes. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and sipped, her eyes never leaving his. Then her free hand slowly dropped to the front hem of her dress and grasped a portion from in front of her right leg. Holding that, her hand took it across and clutched more of her hem from in front of her left leg, then ever so slowly, she raised the bottom of her dress.
He wanted to maintain their eye-lock, but he had to look down. Her hand lifted the dress toward the tops of her thighs, revealing for the first time to his intense gaze, the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the suspenders that held them in position and stretched up under the dress. Her hand kept rising and at last he could see the tiny red g-string that barely covered her mound. Her wrist now held the bunched material from the front of her dress against her trim belly, freeing up two of her fingers that delved into the top of the g-string and began foraging around behind the material.
Samina rummaged her fingers around under her G-string and then withdrew them. Her other hand again brought the glass to her lips and she gulped down the last of the wine. She placed the glass down and stepped toward him, closing the gap between them and held out the hand that she had just pulled from out of her g-string, placing her fingers right under his nose. "I recall that you liked doing this the other night."
Mehmood inhaled the musky aroma from her cunt and again parted his lips. This time, it was she who shoved her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them vigorously, tasting the juices of her cunt. "Mehmood, I need to tell you something very important. I have at last made up my mind, I know what I want and I'm sure I know what you want, and I think they are similar. Will you come with me now?"
Mehmood never said a word, just took her hand from his mouth and held it as she led the way, a step ahead of him. As he climbed the stairs two steps behind her, he watched the lithe and subtle movement of her ass cheeks covered by her flimsy red dress and he reached down to stroke his still exposed organ. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"I'm taking you to my bed, I saw what I need and I want it now! I just hope you will never betray me!" she said, squeezing his hand, the only physical contact between them.
“I want you too Samina, and I promise what happens tonight will stay between us till the day I die. I will never do anything to hurt you!” Mehmood promised.
I had been in position for several minutes, and been wondering what was taking them so long, desperately hoping that they hadn't started downstairs out of sight. I had placed a comfortable chair inside the walk-in wardrobe and left the sliding door slightly ajar. I had a large bottle of water from which to drink and an equally large empty bottle in case I needed to take a piss before the show was over. I wanted to be fully prepared in case they spent a long time in bed.
As Samina led Mehmood into our bedroom, I eased further back into the shadows, fearful that I might be seen. But by this time, I was sure that Mehmood had only one thing on his mind. I had left off the overhead light and he had strategically placed the two bedside lamps so that they softly lit the queen sized bed. I had also turned the sheets down. From my vantage point, the foot of the bed was closest, just a few short feet from the wardrobe door.
Samina led Mehmood right up to the side of the bed and then turned, the backs of her legs against the bed. I liked the way she led him in, like she was in charge. When he had left them downstairs, it had looked like Mehmood was the one full of confidence and ready to jump on her. I wondered how my wife had turned the situation around, and made a mental note to ask her when they were in bed together in about six hours, reviewing the night.
Mehmood stepped up close to Samina, but not touching her. Watching them in profile, I could see that Mehmood already had his extended cock out and was disappointed that I had missed the unveiling. But then I remembered, that Samina had already see it before,so its size would not have surprised her.
Samina placed both hands up on Mehmood's shoulders and her hands wrapped around behind his neck, pulling his face toward her. She turned her head slightly and their lips locked, his tongue immediately brushing her closed lips and forcing her to part them. Mehmood's tongue claimed her mouth and brushed her tongue on all sides before she pushed her own back to engage him. From his hiding place behind the wardrobe door, John heard her whimper.
Mehmood's arms went around Samina's waist and pulled her into him, his erection flattening between their bodies awkwardly. I had had a partial erection for the past hour. But seeing for the first time my scantily clad, loving wife engaged in a passionate embrace with our friend beside their marriage bed, triggered an instant surge of blood and mycock sprang to attention. I was forced to reach down and unzip, quietly releasing my own trapped organ.
Meanwhile, moans and groans of ecstasy had begun to come from the couple by the bed and Mehmood's hands dropped to hold an ass cheek in each, pulling her belly tightly against his groin and his large protrusion. One of her hands roamed across his head, tousling his hair, holding his head to hers while their lips locked in an open-mouthed tongue wrestle. Her other hand dropped to wrap around his ass, trying to pull him closer to her.
Mehmood's hands now dropped to the back hem of her skimpy dress and dragged it up over the back of her thighs, It was now my chance to see the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the attached suspenders. Pulling her skirt even higher, Mehmood's hands unknowingly revealed to me, the perfectly shaped curve of her ass in profile. From this side-on angle, I wouldn't even know if she still wore the G-string … I couldn't see the thin strand of material wedged deep between her ass cheeks.
The hands tugged the dress up into a bunch at her waist and while one hand held it there, his other hand dropped down and made a feather-like sweep across both cheeks, sending a thrilling shiver through Samina's whole body. Up above, the passionate kiss had moved to Samina's neck and she was moaning non-stop as Mehmood's lips licked and sucked all over both sides of her neck.
'She's going to have love bites!' I thought.