Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Of course that was not quite the truth, I knew I would be very disappointed, and a fair but unhappy if Samina decided to stop fucking other men, but I could not tell her that at that time, it would only put more pressure on her. Besides I was sure she knew how I really felt, and my stating it would serve no purpose. I had long since realized that no matter how many men Samina spread her legs for I wouldn't lose her for it. Samina knew that too, she was just undergoing a little remorse, brought about by her upbringing. I was sure that too would soon pass, and of course it did, with a little help from me, her proud cuckold!

You can see, all these years later we're still together, still just as much in love, and even more extreme in our tastes and sexual encounters. Samina was right on that day – she would do anything for a guy with a big cock– and over the years we've tested the edge of what is possible, what is acceptable, what is tolerable, for both her and for me, because I've learned that such acts involve both of us, at least mentally if not physically. For although Samina is the one who submits sexually. Whatever she thought of, as a way of showing her willingness to do anything for any man she was with, I knew, that I had to accept it too, and understand that Samina wanted and needed to perform these acts of sexual submission, and that having other men fuck her was as much a part of her sexuality, and mine. And for me it came a lot easier that one would have imagined.
Samina has never balked, or even hesitated, at anything a lover has ever asked her to do, at any sexual act, with anyone she has submitted to, and there have been many many lovers by now, number well into the high dozens. And I've never balked either, at letting her, at wanting her to do it, at loving her for it. I think that is what has kept us so strong as couple, the shared desires, experiences, and mutual support.
Would it have been this way if Samina had not on her own taken the first big step? Would it have been this way, if I had talked or forced her into the lifestyle? We have wondered about that many times, and we agree that we just don't know. But we also agree that we are glad that things happened the way they did, happy that it's the way we continued to show our love for each other – me by letting Samina perform increasingly extreme sexual acts with others, and Samina by submitting willingly and happily to them, sometimes in front of me, other times (and increasingly so) on her own. Others may not understand it, but it has worked for us our whole lives. So why change now? Not that we could even if we wanted to, but that is a story in itself, and I will relate to you in due course.
"I know. I think he wants to fuck me." Samina said one day, as we drank some cognac on the deck, after an early dinner, watching a lovely late summer sunset.
I was instantly hot, and followed up by asking, "would you want to do it?"
Samina giggled and wiggled off the hook with, "He really wants it and that's flattering." But she hadn't denied that she would want to, I was relieved. But it was not all that surprising. Samina had become her usual cheerful self over the past few weeks, her doubts had dwindled, and she was laughing again. I knew it was just a matter of time before she was ready to get back on the saddle.
I was not surprised at my own reaction, but I was also nearly ready to explode with the thought of her opening up her legs for Tom, and I could feel myself getting ready to cum in her, so I pressed on, asking, "you do want to do it don't you?"
"Would you want me to?" Samina looked at me with smile. “Don't answer that, I know you do!”
I laughed. “You know me so well!”
Who is Tom you ask? Well Tom is the guy we met at the park all those weeks ago. We had gone back to the park several more times, and run into him again. And while I kept just a friendly distance from him, Samina started to flirt with him and soon they had exchanged phone numbers. One days, Samina had gone to the park alone, and they had spent the day together, exchanging lots of kisses and making out. Tom had asked her point blank about me, and Samina had told him the truth about our relationship. Fortunately Tom did not have a problem with that. You will be surprised how many men had had problems with Samina being married and sleeping around.
But alas, work and life schedules did make things easy. As much as Samina wanted to be with Tom, and as much as I wanted her to be with him, we just could not swing the right time. Eventually, couple of weeks later we were again out at the park, which, and Samina made sure to invite Tom. Having seen him look at Samina, I was pretty sure he wanted her. At this outing, once again, Tom's attentions amounted to a little more than the usual casual flirting. And I noticed that Samina was allowing a little more of it, being a little more explicit in her replies and responses, although still relaxed – not explicit enough to arouse much attention from the others, although I noticed the difference – a little more tension, a touch more acceptance, a lot more touching of her thighs, butt and chest by Tom. I took it all in stride, giving them their space by setting up my own blanket and umbrella some distance away from theirs. From that vantage point, I just enjoyed the show of Samina and Tom flirting. I was glad to see that my presence there did not distract them, in fact neither of them really seemed to care that I was watching, and not once did they bother looking my way.
About half way through the afternoon, I caught Samina looking over at me and then glancing away right after she had been looking at Tom, talking and laughing with him. She did it again a few minutes later, and this time I thought she looked a little flushed, like she does when she's hot for sex. A little later Tom whispered something in her ear, making her giggle, and I noticed that his fingers were caressing the crotch of Samina's tiny orange bikini panties. I saw the unmistakable signs of arousal: slightly reddened cheeks, flushed chest above the top of her bikini top, a little more laughter than usual, and a couple of furtive sidelong glances at me.
But that was it. Nothing more happened. We went home and got into bed. It was very late, later than usual, maybe 2:00 AM before we turned out the light. Usually Samina fades after midnight, so I just snuggled her. After a minute or two, she rolled on her back and sort of did a little jerk – a shake, a kind of silent pout. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "I'd love to make out tonight!” Samina laughed. “Interested?”
Of course I was, and immediately got on top of her and we started kissing. We kissed long and hard, followed by a long session of my caressing Samina's body, she was purring with pleasure. Then I separated her legs, and started kissing her cleavage, working my way down to her crotch. to lick her opening. I was shocked at how wet she was, how good her cunt smelled with all her juices running, how slippery she was as I put my fingers up inside her. She was even more into the licking than usual, and a little noisier about it. I suspected that her heightened state of arousal was due at least in part to the time with Tom, of course, but instead of jealousy I found myself unbelievably aroused.
I slid up over her on the bed and positioned my cock at the opening of her vagina, rubbing her clitoris with the bulb. She moaned, tossed her head to the side and back, eyes closed, and pulled her legs back by putting her arms inside her knees and holding herself open.
"You want it, don't you?" I asked as I rubbed the tip of my member on her gaping hole, which was so wet I could feel her juices running down her inner thighs and into her anus.
"Yes." Her head tossed again side to side and she humped up a little trying to invaginate herself. "Put it in. I want you to fuck me tonight Umer!"
"Not yet." I wanted her to ache for it – I had an idea. She tossed her head again and exhaled hard, bucking her hips up a little as if to protest. I pulled back and she shook a little in frustration. I rubbed the entire underside of my shaft from tip to base up along her spread-open labia and along her clitoris. I was determined to keep myself in check, and not ejaculate.
"Oh, God," she moaned. It was involuntary. She wanted it in – she was as hot as I'd ever seen her, and I was ready for it, but I also knew she was hot because of Tom as much as me. And that made me both a little jealous and horribly aroused; it was a delicious and confusing mixture of emotions.
"You want it in you?" I asked again.
"Yes, put it in," she said, a little more insistently. I poised the tip of my cock right at her opening, and she made a little moan and lifted her hips, almost imperceptibly, to take the stroke, but again I changed the angle so that instead of plunging it into her cunt I slid it up along her slippery parted lips and over her pink button, which was engorged and protruding enough for me to feel it. She groaned, half in desire, half in frustration, and made a little involuntary shudder. She was ready, and so was I. I suppose not having had a big one for so long, she was just ready for anything now.
"Before I put it in, you'll answer one question for me. And you have to be completely honest. Okay?"
" What?" Her question had been a bark; she was writhing under me now, over the edge, not just wanting it, but needing it, and she was impatient to be fucked...
"You have to answer without thinking about it. If you hesitate for an instant we're done for the night and you don't get to cum." As if I could have done that – I was about to shoot my load as it was. But she was over the top by now, and I was pretty sure she would answer anything I asked her, and do it truthfully, without thinking, just to get my cock inside her. Or maybe any cock. "You'll tell the truth, no matter what I ask?"
"Yes! What is it? Put it in me!" She sounded almost desperate, and her body said that too – she was as hot as I had ever felt her, sopping wet between her legs, out of control, lifting her hips plaintively to be filled.
"You ready?" I poised the bulb of my cock over the entrance to her vagina again, holding it with my hand so she couldn't thrust her hips up and swallow it, but this time I let just part of the crown separate her labia and I rocked her a little by letting her feel the whole corolla start to penetrate, before backing off. She was wild for it, thrashing, bucking, unable to control her body.
"Yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
"Ready for your question?"
"Yeees. What is it?" She drew out the 'Yes'; it wasn't an answer, it was a plea – she was aching for it now.
"Answer instantly?"
"Yeees."
"You want to be fucked now?"
"Yeees!"
"You want a cock in you?"
"Yeees!"
"You want Tom's cock in you, right, not mine?"
"Yeees! Oh god yes!" Samina panted.
A jolt surged through me – I wasn't entirely sure she had heard and understood the question, but if she had I might have what I wanted. I put the tip of my penis against her vaginal opening and started to slide it in, but again tipped it so the stroke was external, sliding along her sopping slit, her clitoris a hard, wet bump. Samina bucked and writhed in obvious frustration and desire.
"Put it in, put it in!" It was an almost desperate complaint, and Samin rolled her hips trying to catch the tip of my cock inside the folds of her labia so she could drive up on my shaft herself, but I took my penis in my hand again to guard against her getting it in.
"You said you wanted to let Tom fuck you. Is that it? Do you want Tom to fuck you instead of me? Is that what you're thinking about? Is it Tom's cock you want inside you?"
"Yeees." Samina was breathless.
"You want Tom to fuck you? You were thinking about him?
"Yeees. I can't help it." Samina moaned.
I could tell she was telling the truth. "Yes, I think so, too. You want to do it?" She was bucking under me so hard now that my penis was sliding along her clitoris every time she lifted her hips, and I was afraid she's cum and I'd lose the hold I had over her, so I pulled back all the way and positioned the tip of my cock right at the opening of her vagina, and matched her strokes, pulling back every time she thrust up so that she couldn't get it in, and I held her wrists over her head so she could reach down and do it herself. "I think I want you to fuck Tom if you get this hot for it. Will you?"
"If you want me to." She accepted it so easily.
"I do. Will you do it?"
"Yes, I'll do it." She bucked again.
"When?"
"Whenever you want me to." Gasping now, she continued to grind her hips up, sensing that now that her secret was out she would get what she needed. That was it, the spell was broken. The final step had been taken, and she was no longer imprisoned by thoughts or doubts about what might be right or wrong.
And with that I put the crown of my penis at her sopping gate and gave her the whole shaft of my cock in one stroke, all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She rose up to take it with a tremulous moan, desire mixed with relief. I pounded her cunt as hard as I ever had, and she reciprocated, slamming her cunt up to meet each stroke, splaying her legs open to give me maximum penetration, her soft, undulating whimpering telling me all I needed to know about her heightened state of arousal.
“Is it in completely?” Samina asked breathlessly, as I pounded her.
"Yes!" I replied, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Oh!” Samina sounded disappointed, as she gripped my ass and pulled it towards here, almost is if that would make me penetrate her deeper. “Deeper, deeper!” She moaned, her voice dripping with frustration, as I slammed my groin against hers.
Then all too soon, I went rigid.
“No, no, no, don't......” Samina cried out, but I could not stop myself. I felt my cock spurt and start to go soft in a matter of moments, even as I kept thrusting away, hoping Samina would feel something.
“It's okay Umer, you can stop now, I know you are totally flaccid!” Samina said derisively.
Ashamedly, I looked at her, and saw her eyes were closed, her breathing normal, and a look of disappointment on her face.
“I am sorry Samina,” I said,
“It's okay Umer, you can't help it. Just drop it now.” Samina said softly.