Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You could have called me back to tell me that … but just not acknowledging me, after all that we did that night … well, it's just left me a bit flat. I'm close to relapsing back to the my old ways!"

Samina told me that she was shocked and reached out to touch his arm. "Oh no, Mehmood. Don't do that, you can't slip back. That was a terrible period in your life and you've hopefully moved on."
"With your help and encouragement, I became much better. But I'm worried that I'm slipping back. I mean, I was living like a hermit, never going out, staying home and wanking every night. Then you came along and we had a couple of good nights, but now I've gone cold turkey for nearly two weeks. Samina, I'm clawing at the walls."
"I am not your long-term solution, Mehmood. I was just a hand and then a warm body to help you get back on your feet. I can't continue to be there for you. I am married to Umer, and what happened that night was wonderful yes, but it was a one time deal, I said so then, and I am saying so now." Samina told him. She also later told me that at the time, she really did not want anything longer term developing with Mehmood, and was not very happy that he had approached her again.
"Samina, I find myself thinking about you all day and night, how good you looked naked ... in your bed."
"Mehmood, you've got to get yourself your own woman and I know you can. Goodness me, you look so good now. You're hot, you should be able to move on and find a good woman."
"Hopefully I will, Samina, but that all takes time." He paused and looked around him. "Listen, can I come in, I really feel the need to talk to you."
Samina said, she really was hesitant and looked around, making it look like she was checking her neighbours to see if anyone was watching them, when in fact she was trying to buy time and think. "I guess so, Mehmood … just to talk, mind you." Samina told me that for some reason, despite her desire to push Mehmood away, she was unable to say no to him.
"Yeah, sure Samina, just to talk. Thanks."
She turned and continued up the path to the front door and Mehmood walked about two or three paces behind her. She went inside, and kept moving on through the dining room and kitchen, "Get us both a drink please, I'll just be a moment, Mehmood. You must excuse me, I'm busting to go to wash up.” Samina actually really wanted to go pee, but was too polite to say so at that time. She literally ran to the washroom.
"You made it, that's good!" He startled her and she looked up inside the tiny room to see Mehmood's face looking directly at her through the gap in the sliding door that she had not had time to close.
"Oh come on Mehmood … fair's fair. Just give me some privacy and go and make those drinks please." Samina was angry to have been snuck up on like that.
"You are even sexier when you're angry, I love it." Mehmood laughed.
"Get out Mehmood. For God's sake, is nothing sacred? Just leave me to pee in peace please."
But instead of leaving, he pushed the door fully open and stepped inside the tiny room, standing immediately in front of her, putting her at eye level with his crotch. Samina could see the prominent bulge in his trousers. She told me, that at that moment, immediately, the memories of that fabulous night came flooding back, recalling the image of his monstrous cock, the one that had brought her such pleasure for several hours less than two weeks ago.
Mehmood saw where she was looking and correctly guessed what she might be thinking. "Are you picturing the good time you had with my big cock, Samina?"
"Please don't do this, Mehmood. I said we would just talk."
"I need you, Samina … I need you badly … I need you now."
"No Mehmood, it's not going to happen. Please get out." Samina almost pleaded.
"Umer cannot give you this size Samina!" Mehmood said, as his hand went to the bulge in his trousers and he adjusted it so that the length of his stiff erection ran up inside his trousers, the prominent bulge reaching all the way to his belt buckle. "Should I take it out, Samina, or will you?"
"For Christ's sake, stop it, Mehmood. No one's going to take it out. Just get out of here this minute and let me do what I have to do in peace." Samina pleaded again, this time Mehmood laughed, turned and left.
By this point in Samina's narrative, I was almost shivering. Mehmood seemed to be affecting Samina in ways no other man. Thus far the men had just been casual affairs, nothing more, but with Mehmood, she seemed to be getting drawn into a web that she could not break free from. Then Samina continued with her narrative and I tried to picture it all in my mind.
"My God, how embarrassing!" Samina said as she came out of the bathroom.
Mehmood just chuckled and tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket. Samina stuck her hand out, "Give me that, I'll wash it for you."
"No way," Mehmood told her. "It will have your scent on it, I'll treasure that since I can't have you."
Seeing that she was finished and dressed again, Mehmood turned, pushing the door open wide and headed back in the direction of the living room. "I'll make those drinks now," he called to her over his shoulder.
Samina followed him into the living room and waited patiently while he mixed up a couple of drinks and handed one to her. "So why aren't you at work?" she asked, and she sat down in a single chair, not wanting him to have the chance to sit alongside her and he selected the three-seater lounge. Samina crossed one leg over the other, but the skirt was long enough that she didn't reveal too much of her thighs.
"I had a couple of things to do this morning with my solicitor. You know, legal stuff to do with my wife death, her will etc." Mehmood explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious why you are dressed so casually on what would normally be a work day for you."
"Since I had lost so much time this morning, I decided it wasn't worth going in for half a day. I hadn't heard from you despite leaving a lot of messages so I figured I'd just call around to see if we can talk it out."
"Have you been waiting long for me?"
"Oh, I got here about half two, so what's that … about 45 minutes. I just sat in the car and played with myself." He smirked.
"You did not, you liar." Samina snorted.
"Actually, if the truth be known, I did, Samina. I sat there in the car, looking at your house, looking up at your bedroom and recalling the great night we had and just having a quiet wank. You came a few times that night, didn't you Samina? Have you always been that orgasmic?"
Samina was starting to feel flushed and tried to will herself and get Mehmood to leave. "I wish you wouldn't talk about that night, Mehmood. And you should try to forget and get on with your life too."
Mehmood ignored her request. "It's hard to ignore or forget that night, Samina, I saw how it affected you. How many times did you come? Can you remember? Must have been six or seven."
"Five, Mehmood … I think it was five." She immediately regretted making the admission the moment that she uttered the words.
"So you did count, eh Samina?" He smirked again.
In attempting to deflect how much impact that night had on her, she almost blurter out that it was I who counted, not her, but she managed to stop herself in time. She just nodded in agreement that she had counted.
"I knew that the night meant something to you … it had to. I mean, I don't want to put Umer down, but you would have to remember the different size of my cock inside you, stirring up those five orgasms."
Samina blushed again, but she also closed her eyes briefly at the mention of his cock size. He seized the opportunity that he saw.
"See, I knew it. You've been thinking about it still, haven't you? Don't tell me that you want to move on with your life with Umer. You would love to have one more go around with Uncle Mehmood, wouldn't you? Besides, I think....." But he said nothing more.
Samina should have said no much quicker, but the timing of her hesitation gave her away. Eventually the words came out. "No Mehmood, I don't!" but she sounded unconvincing, even to herself.
"See, I knew it. You've been avoiding talking to me, because you know you'll be tempted." He sprang to his feet, reaching a hand out to her. "Come on, we've got a few hours still until Umer gets home. Let's go to bed one more time … just for us, so we can both feel good."
She remained seated while looking up at him. His hand was still outstretched. Her mind was spinning as her thoughts ran rampant. She tried to by more time, as she wondered why Mehmood had such a strong effect on her. "Sit down, Mehmood … don't be so ridiculous." She tried desperately to sound convincing.
"It will be so easy, Samina. Just take my hand and I'll lead you up the stairs. If saying yes to me is too hard, then you don't have to say anything. I can already see that you want it and right now. Just let me lead you to the bed."
'Yes, it would be so easy, I know,' she told me she thought. 'And Mehmood was right! I know I want him and his big cock … just one more time.' But her senses screamed that danger, that nothing good could come out of it.
Mehmood took a step forward, reaching out now to take her arm, her hand still holding the drink. He tried to encourage her body out of the lounge chair without forcing her. She did stand up, willingly going with the pressure from his arm, but then she raised her other arm to signal stop.
"Mehmood, this is crazy, and I know you won't understand this." She paused, gathering up some more courage. "But I'm going to have to ask Umer." Samina had hoped that the mention of my name would give Mehmood second thoughts about the whole situation but she had no such luck.
"Go ahead." Mehmood said simply. “Somehow that mouse cocked husband of your won't give you any trouble, I am sure of it.” And then he laughed, as Samina reached for the phone. Mehmood continued to snicker, as she looked at him, the phone in her hand. "You're going to ring him at work and ask him if I can fuck you?"
Samina was she Mehmood was bluffing, so she smiled and said, "sure!"
"I don't believe it!" Mehmood laughed again, “you really need his explicit permission you know!”
I picked up my office phone. "Umer here!”
Samina heard her husband's voice on the phone line and she took a reality jolt as her spur of the moment idea took shape. "Hi Umer, how are you darling?" By now she was certain that Mehmood had called her bluff and was waiting to collect his prize.
"Samina, it's great to hear from you, but you never call me at this time of the day, unless its something important What's up?"
"Nothing special,Umer. I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Well, that's a great surprise, Samina," I was not fully paying attention to her, as I was exceptionally busy at that time. "You never do this. I love the fact that you'd call me, just out of the blue. So how was your day?" I made small talk as I sifted through the latest production figures.
"Wonderful, I went shopping with Rashmi, and Janice. We had a great time, tried on heaps of clothes, but you'll be very proud of me. I only spent $150 in the end." Samina laughed.
Samina told me that she could see Mehmood was becoming getting as she made idle conversation on the phone. He determined to take command of the situation, stepping forward to where she leaned against the kitchen bench, phone in her hand. As she talked to me her eyes held his, intently gazing at Mehmood. He was now in her space, only an arms length in front of her, but she didn't appear to be nervous, just kept watching Mehmood as she talked.
"Just a couple of outfits, darling. I guess I'll have to model them for you when you get home." Samina went on.
"I will look forward to that," I said,. "but I won't be home till about seven, Samina. Got a late appointment here in the office."
In the mean time, Mehmood reached out one hand, placing it at Samina's waist and he felt around for a clasp that would release her skirt. Her skirt didn't fall because she was leaning hard against the bench and the back held in place even though the front of her skirt now dipped low, revealing her bare belly and the top of her brief green panties.
His other hand came forward, grasping her waist on the other side and together, both hands took hold of her hips and pulled her body forward, away from the bench. She didn't resist and her skirt, now freed, fell in a pool of cloth to the floor. His hands let her fall gently back against the bench. She now stood before him in a green knitted top with scooped neck that revealed an ample amount of the smooth tanned globes of her breasts and a lot of cleavage. The top was short, barely reaching her waist, exposing a bare midriff, with green panties and brown high-heeled shin-high boots that thrust her pelvis toward him.
Her phone conversation had stalled when Mehmood released her skirt to expose most of her lower body and I became curious about the silence. "Samina, are you still there?"
"Um … oh sorry honey … I was just a bit distracted. Listen Umer, I must confess that there really was a reason for calling you."
"Oh really?" I laughed, I thought she would say something like she really liked an expensive dress and had bought it.
"I need to ask you a big favour … I mean a really big favour." Samina said taking a deep breath, and I was sure she was going to ask about making a major expense, our agreement being that before spending more than $200 on anything we would get permission of the other, that way our impulse buys would be tempered.
Mehmood's hands had now moved up from her hips and they slipped under the knitted top, each hand grasping a palm full of tit and nipple through the sleek nylon bra she wore beneath. She took in a couple of deep breaths with the sensations of his hands massaging her breasts as her husband answered.
"Sure Samina, what is it you want?"
"W-e-l-l!" she strung the word out as she savoured the effect Mehmood's hands were having on her nipples, arousing them to stiff peaks. "You know how we hadn't heard from Mehmood lately."
"Yes, Samina, did he call you?" She had my full attention now.
"Better still, Umer … he came by this afternoon."
"Oh really? And….?" I wanted to ask if she intended to fuck him, but decided to see where she led the discussion.
"Yes, he was here when I got home from shopping."
"When was that, Samina?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, only about 20 minutes ago. We've just been talking, Umer"
"Is that all, just talking?" I am sure my voice sounded disappointed, I was hoping that she had grabbed a quickie with him and would be telling me about it.
"Yes, just talking. Oh, wait a minute … no, he was also a very naughty boy, Umer."
"Why Samina, what did he do that was naughty?" I nearly panted.
"He watched me pee." Samina giggled.
"Really Samina, how did that happen? Did you ask him to watch you?"
"No I didn't Umer … that's why I said he was naughty. He followed me to the toilet, pushed the door open and just stood and watched."
"Did you like having him watch you pee, Samina?"
"No, it didn't do anything for me, Umer, in fact it felt quite creepy!" Samina's voice was all seriousness.
"Do you think it did something for him, Samina?" I asked, my penis hardening at the thought of them getting together.
"It might have, I don't know. Men are strange sometimes … you never know what seems to make them horny." Samina giggled again.
"Do you know what makes me horny, Samina?" I half asked, half joked.
"I think I do, Umer. I think I'm working it out. That's why I'm calling you on the phone … now!" Samina said, her voice sounding like a tease.
"Really?” I gasped.
"Yes, darling!” Samina laughed.
"Well, you're quite a surprise packet, Samina."
She just giggled in response and Mehmood watched her close her eyes as his massaging of her breasts began to seriously arouse her.