Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

With her hands pushing down on his chest, she used her legs too to push her body up and off him from the point where they were so intimately connected. She smiled with her eyes at him as she relished that sensation … held it for just a moment and then lowered her torso again onto him ... not just sliding, but pushing down for him to rise within her. All the way down again until it was wedged so tightly inside her … another momentary pause to savour the exquisite sensations … then her body was lifting again, all the way back up until once more, just his cock head remained lodged within her cunt. And so it went … up and down … very slow and sensual … their eyes locked into each other … their faces betraying how deeply each felt the powerful sensations. She was controlling this fuck … Mehmood was only a passive participant as she used his cock to give her the sexual high that she craved.

It was a longer time coming this time around, but coming was becoming a certainty as Samina began to increase her movements on him. Her breathing quickened, I knew them in that she would soon experience another mind-blowing orgasm, and that it would come over her in no more than another minute as she furiously pumped her body up and down on him.
I saw Samina was panting loudly, gasping out her breaths as a wave of sexual release started in her. I imagined, from somewhere around her clitoris and exploded throughout her body, reaching to her head and her toes. All movement stopped as she ground her clit against Mehmood, as she finally orgasmed.
She tried to ride Mehmood a little longer trying to bring Mehmood to join her in her climax, but to no avail, he hung onto his seminal discharge, keeping it intact within his balls as he bunkered down for a long one. Samina fell forward, unable to maintain the upright position in the height of release, but somehow folded her arms across his neck and rested her chin on those arms so that she could maintain their eye lock. Later she told me that for some reason she felt it was important to her to watch his every reaction.
Minutes went by, the couple on the bed remained wedged tightly together. Mehmood appeared content to let Samina set her own pace. I was surprised to see that his erection was not going away. He' seemed to be able to resist the sensual pull of Samina's creamy cunt, at least enough to hold off coming. He was of course aided by having already had a major release. But I knew that eventually – before midnight – he would make at least another large deposit of his cum within Samina's heavenly body.
The minutes ticked away, and in my hiding-place, I was starting to get bored. It must have been at least ten minutes before Samina could speak, saying to Mehmood, "Wow! How many times have you caused me to do that tonight?"
"I have no idea, I wasn't counting!" answered Mehmood truthfully.
'I can answer that!' I said to himself. 'I've counted every one!'
But nobody asked me. I just sat in his spot behind the wardrobe door. In the main, I was enjoying the voyeuristic sight. From better than having watched porno movies, it was truly erotic to watch Samina and Mehmood, just as it had been watching her with any other But what was new, was that this time there some real risk involved. Samina was right in being hesitant to fuck Mehmood, and I had been just as right in pushing her into it. But now the reality of what had happened sunk in, what if Mehmood betrayed our trust? At this stage, he was still enjoying what I had seen possibly even more than I had expected, and strangely, I found the thought of being betrayed quite exciting too!
I have to admit that there were moments when jealousy did kick in, it always did. It's not easy knowing that you are a sexually inferior male, it's harder when you see evidence of it. I had knew, and had accepted that Samina could never be content to return to our monogamous relationship, the only question that remained to be answered was just how far would she take things along. If knew then, all that had since happened, I would probably have begged her to stop, but I didn't so it's a moot point! And well lets just say things eventually turned out a lot different than I could have ever imagined at that time. It was a slow evolving process, and I think even for Samina there no conscious plan, it just happened, and in hindsight, it was all inevitable.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn back to the bed as I saw Samina rising again, her head now tilted downward so that she could peer down between their bodies to watch the separation as she lifted her torso off of Mehmood … watched her cunt lifting up and separating from his cock. She had to lift her body up high to clear the height of his erection, still standing proud and straight up. As she lifted clear, she watched fascinated to see a strand of juice from her cunt stay linked like a web to his cock as she pulled away.
When Samina pulled clear of him, his face showed his surprise. "Where are you going?" he asked anxiously.
"It's alright sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I know you're not done yet." She smiled affectionately down at him and, reassured, he relaxed with a smile.
"I want to try something different," she told him. "I'm just going to turn around."
"But why?" he asked.
"Only because I've never done it this way, that's why."
"But I won't be able to look at you," he told her with concern.
"You just won't be able to see my face," she told him as she swivelled around, her legs crossing his body and she temporarily moved up, her bottom landing on his chest, just below his neck. She bent forward quickly and swiped her tongue across his cock head, still slick with her juices.
'She has never done that to me!' I thought, as I watched a momentary spectacle that I guessed she had performed just for me.
Then, just as quickly, her tongue was gone from Mehmood's cock and she raised her body off his chest. For a moment, every intimate treasure of her body was displayed to her lover, just inches from his face. "I don't think I have a problem with this position after all," he told her as he raised both of his hands up to caress her ass cheeks.
"Ummm," she moaned approvingly and wriggled her ass in front of him. "Follow me," said Samina as she shuffled her body down over his body, pausing again with her mound hovering above his rigid cock, her head facing the bottom of the bed and her face now leaning forward over his ankles, her hands again being used to hold herself upright.
She began to lower her mound over his cock and her outer lips once again made contact with his cock head. This time, it was his hands that touched her intimately, separating her outer labia and guiding his cock into her groove for several wet swipes and then to the opening of her cunt. His fingers slid around in her juices as he prepared her for another deep penetration.
“Ummmpphh!" she grunted as she forced her body over his knob again. His hands were pushed out of the way as his hard cock speared into her deepest recesses. His hands accepted second best as they traced the line of her body between her thighs, ending up again on the cheeks of her ass, bringing with them a trail of her vaginal juices.
Samina looked below, watching the merging of his cock and her cunt beneath her body, then she lifted her head and stared straight ahead, over Mehmood's feet, to the wardrobe beyond, attempting this time to lock her eyes with her husband. I couldn't believe the change in this woman, she was actively flaunting her sensuality at him, attempting to engage his eyes with hers. But then I had always suspected that once she got him in bed, all her reservations will be gone, I don't think she even cared if he told everyone that he had fucked her.
Her body was sliding down on Mehmood's cock much easier now, but it was all done by feel, because her eyes were intently staring at the dark gap in the wardrobe door. She was surprised, when I slid open one of the doors, and looked out at her. She turned and looked back at Mehmood anxiously, but quickly realised that he could see nothing, her body blocking his vision beyond his cock.
Besides, his eyes were concentrated on the spread cheeks of her ass as he watched his fingers trace softly along the inner crease between her cheeks. Gently, he pried her cheeks apart and his thumb touched her anus dead centre. Samina gasped, "Oooohhhh!" Her eyes locked on to my eyes and she smiled seductively at me. Clearly she was enjoying herself completely. “Like what you see?”
To me, it looked like she was speaking to me alone and I nodded a yes to her question, smiling adoringly at his teasing wife.
But Mehmood answered the question too, believing it was directed at him since he had no idea that any other person was in the room. "I love what I see," he told Samina, his fingers roaming at will on and around her anal opening and up and down the cleavage of her ass.
She paused with a sigh as the sensations at both of her entrances overtook her. "I must admit that it felt really good."
"So you won't mind if I put my finger in you too? In your ass, I mean!" Mehmood asked.
She smiled at my again.. "I don't mind at all. In fact, I think I want your finger up my ass right now," she commanded Mehmood, taunting me, her eyes staring straight at her me, again sounding like she could have been talking to him.
With that, she felt not a finger, but Mehmood's stubby thumb press tightly at her anal ring and she gasped as she felt her sphincter give in and accept his thumb into her anal passage. Mehmood had swiped his thumb in the hot spot where his cock was wedged, scooping some of their juices to ease his thumb's progress. Yes still, her face winced at the unexpected intrusion and I redoubled the efforts of his fist on his own cock, hidden in the darkened wardrobe.
Mehmood pushed his thumb past the joint, shoving all of it up into Samina's second passage, her first passage now three-quarters full as her body slowly descended down over his cock. He held his thumb tightly within her until she had successfully manoeuvred her cunt to completely grip his entire cock again.
"I love your cock … and I love your finger … Jesus, I feel so full now," she told Mehmood loudly, all the while just staring and smiling at her me, and I looked back at her with love and adoration on my face. I felt proud that my wife was getting the pleasure she deserved and needed.
Then her movements began again. This was her show, she had taken complete charge. She was no longer being seduced by Mehmood, she was showing him who she really was. She had both Mehmood, and I completely mesmerised by her body and what she would allow to be done to it.
Samina had come such a long way! And Mehmood was the lucky recipient of her wantoness and lust for big cock. Each time she lifted her tired body up off his cock, pulling back until only the head was still inside her, Mehmood would also pull his thumb out until only the first joint hovered just inside her anus. Then, as she slid down on his shaft, Mehmood would force his thumb to go deep into her rectum, wriggling the digit as he inserted it.
To me, peeping from my hiding place, her face was a picture of emotions, nearly all pleasant, as she smiled at me while accepting the twin penetrations deep into her body, then frowned slightly as both withdrew all the way back. Her rhythm quickened even though she wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure. She still watched me steadily, but her eyes were slitted, half-closed as she concentrated on the rolling waves that were already beginning somewhere behind her clitoris.
"Oh fuck, this is great! I can't believe it how good it feels!" Samina's voice called out between her moans and competed with Mehmood's contented groaning.
Mehmood was bringing out the animal in her. She was consumed by the succession of orgasms she had experienced tonight, and knew yet another was almost upon her. Her verbal outburst was just her way of telling both men how good she felt. Her loud gasps let no doubt, that her next orgasm was about to roll over and through her as she pounded her body down hard onto his broad cock while Mehmood's thumb maintained a matching rhythm up her ass.
"Yes … yes … yes!" she screamed out, to signal her release and her body tensed and stopped still as an intense throbbing emanated from between her thighs. Her body sagged forward over Mehmood as wave after wave of pleasurable feelings rolled throughout her body and she just whimpered her acceptance of more sensual fulfilment. There was no doubt in my mind, that Mehmood was by now sure to have guessed that Samina was not the demure, modest, torn wife she was pretending to be for is benefit.
Minutes rolled by, there was no movement anywhere in the room. Mehmood lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his cock still solid and rigid within Samina's cunt, one thumb still wedged tight in her rectum. Samina's legs were bent at the knees, which were beside Mehmood's thighs as she sat on him, facing the end of the bed. But her head was now down on the bed between his ankles, her hands still holding his feet, and her breasts mashed against his knees.
I hadn't been able to bring on another release for myself, I just had no more cum to give, but my hand still idly played with his cock. It had been at least ten minutes since Samina's latest orgasm and I independently thought that she had fallen asleep.
"Oh my God," she suddenly spoke, startling both men. "Mehmood, I'm so sorry, I must have drifted off." She only had to clench her abdominal muscles to confirm he was still very erect. "Oh shit, it's still as big now as when we started."
"Afraid so," Mehmood confirmed, and laughed
"I'm so rude, Mehmood, dropping asleep on you and you haven't come yet. Just give me a minute please. God, I've come so many times tonight, I'm just exhausted. But that's so selfish of me, you've given me one after another, and you've only come once."
"That's okay, Samina. Just being inside you like this is great. Coming again would be a bonus." Mehmood smileed.
"No, no … you should come again," she told him, lifting her tired head up and pushing her upper body into an upright position. She stiffened her arms to hold herself up, but quickly realised that there was no way, she could actively move her body up and down on Mehmood's cock for any length of time.
With supreme effort, she managed to push her body up and up until Mehmood's erection slipped free of her cunt. Mehmood pulled his thumb out of her ass as he realised that she was breaking their coupling, and she tumbled face down onto the bed alongside him, her head alongside his feet.
I was disappointed, it appeared that Samina, was so worn out that this voyeuristic night was going to end abruptly. With Samina's body no longer between the us, I eased back into the dark at the back of the wardrobe where I could remain unseen by Mehmood.
Mehmood was still at peak arousal and was not going to be denied. His hand roamed along Samina's body, very gently caressing and fondling her all over. Samina purred contentedly and her legs spread as his hand ran down over her ass again. His fingers dipped between her thighs and one hand cupped her mound, the middle finger finding her clitoris and stirring the bud to reveal it yourself yet again.
"Mehmood I can't get on top of you any more," she said. "I don't have any energy left, but don't let that stop you. How do you want to have me?"
"That's a tempting question. I'd have some great suggestions if you were more awake."
Samina's head lifted, but her voice was still drowsy. "Now, now … don't be naughty!"
"Samina, I must have you again. I can't go home with this big monster still up, I'll end up back where I was, wanking all night."
"No Mehmood it's okay. I'm up to it if you do all the work. What do you want me to do?" Samina asked dreamily.
Rather than tell her, Mehmood just pulled her legs apart and moved his knees into the space between them. He grabbed her hips on both sides and pulled her torso up to a kneeling position on the bed. From there, he was able to hold her hips firmly in place while he nudged his stiff cock into position at the entrance to her sopping cunt and drove it forward hard, locking his cock head in place in one swift motion.
With her head still flat on the bed, Samina grunted. But when she realised that her body was about to be ravished again by her lover, she managed to lift her upper body up on her hands. Still facing the wardrobe, she raised her face defiantly to stare ahead into the darkened recesses, where she knew I was still hiding and watching.
"Do me, Mehmood … just do me now. Finish what you started. Fuck me hard!" she yelled and he shoved hard again, making good progress into her now as her body easily accommodated his powerful broad cock. Nevertheless, the effort still brought an expressive grunt from Samina. "Unnnnhhh!"
Mehmood shoved again and already he was halfway into her. Another hard grunt from Samina, "Unnnnhhh!" followed by a longer groan.
"Fuck, you are so tight, Samina!" he yelled as the sensations of Samina's velvet glove-like cunt gripping his hard cock in a moist sheath, sent an early wave of euphoria through his body.
Mehmood shoved again, same reaction from Samina with a grunt followed by a long groan. Then one final thrust and the broad shaft was again totally encased within her intimate passage. I was ecstatic again, being able to watch the facial expressions on Samina, as Mehmood drove inch after inch of his cock into her.
I realized that Samina was probably drawing up all of her remaining energy to give both Mehmood and myself, a treat one last time. Fixing her eyes at my hiding place she called out to Mehmood, "Is that all you've got? Can't you get any more in?"
"You are fantastic, Samina. I never knew you'd be like this. I love how you want it so much!" Then he slowly withdrew most of his length, paused, then slammed it back into her full on. That opened her eyes wide … the force of his thrust pushing her forward and she stiffened her arms to hold herself up while I started wanking his cock again.
Again and again, Mehmood withdrew slowly, then each time shoved his cock hard and strong back in her to the hilt. She grunted on every inward stroke. "Don't wait for me," she told him between grunts. Pushing back expressively now on his thrusts so his cock got maximum penetration from every thrust, she added, "This one's just for you!"
"I've got to give you one more!" he answered, the fingers of one hand leaving the grip on her hips to come around and delve into her slippery groove, searching out her clit.
"No, don't try … please don't try!" she moaned. "I've never had so many orgasms, I can't do it any more."
"Yes you can," Mehmood contradicted her as his fingers swirled around her clitoris.