03-05-2019, 01:33 PM
Tom drew back all the way out of her anus and then, in one push that Samina answered with her own upthrust, he slid his whole penis into Samina's anus and buried his shaft in her rectum.
"Ohhhhh, yes" Samina exclaimed sharply, and bucked up, taking Tom's second stroke deep into herself. "That feels good!" Samina was letting Tom fuck her in the ass, all the way inside, and she was loving it. Tom drew out again and then pushed inside her once more, and Samina rose up to reciprocate. His strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Samina's dark hole. His penis made a slurping sound as it glided in and out now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum, to the most private part of her body. Somehow, he also managed to finger her clit at the same time.
Watching it all, I was in another world. It was an intensely arousing yet humiliating situation for me. Tom and Samina was in a world of their own, and I don't think they even cared I was there watching them. What was happening now, was just for their own pleasure, not mine. Any acknowledgement of my presence would only serve to interfere with their pleasure. I was so afraid if interrupting that I even kept my breathing low, so that its sound would not bother them.
"OOohhhhh Samina whimpered as I heard Tom slam into her with reckless abandon, and Samina reached between her legs to finger herself, Tom being unable to continue doing so.
Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several consecutive long, full turns in Samina's rectum and then stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Samina. "I
“Yes, yes yesss!” Samina urged him on.
Tom slammed his cock into her ass repeatedly, relentlessly slapping against Samina's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming ass, and, as he exploded in the final surge. Samina had been fingering herself faster and faster and rose to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his ejaculation into her rectum, as he shot his hot semen there.
Them Tom pulled out, a thin string of his sperm from the tip of his cock attached to Samina's asshole, which was by now pushing out a thick river of Tom's cum.
Samina collapsed on to her chest, her arms giving way, her ass now raised in the air, Tom's cum pouring out of it.
Tom had by fallen on the bed, his eyes closed. Samina caught her breath, then slowly rolled over on to her back, keeping her legs spread wide, as she raised her knees to her chest. That gave me a perfect view, as her ass cheeks spread apart and I saw thick, white, fluid continuing to emerge from her rosebud. I knew that Samina had one that deliberately, she wanted me to watch it.
They lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "Man what a fuck you are, Samina! I can't believe it."
His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. I could see Samina's still-distended anus gaping open, Tom's semen running out of that private hole.
Tom followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her ass. "I guess this will be my hole, from now on," he said as Samina looked at him and smiled. And then he turned his head toward me and said, "Thanks, man. I loved fucking your wife. You can fuck her too, but how about you shave her cunt for me before tomorrow – I'd like to fuck her again, but this time her bare pussy!” He laughed.
Samina didn't even let me reply. "Umer has never cum in my ass! And yes, it will be Umer's pleasure to shave my cunt for you.. Right, Umer? It's what you asked for, isn't it – isn't this what you wanted me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That's Tom's semen dripping out of me And that's the way we're going to do it, with him in me bareback! You know how much I hate condoms anyway."
I did know, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to fuck me. "Yes. I know." I realized that I had long given Samina up to her lovers, of whom Tom was just the latest model. I knew, she would always love me, but I wanted her to fuck her lovers, to see her in that kind of need, driven by lust. It was better to see her cum like that with someone else inside her than to fuck her myself – she had been so hot she had taken Tom in her asshole without any trouble – she clearly belonged to him. "Fuck her whenever you like, Tom, any way you want. She's yours." It was true. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise.
"Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I've had with Umer, and it was just my first with you inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile.
Tom got up and went to the washroom to wash himself. It was clear that he intended to fuck Samina next. As he came out of the bathroom, I saw his semi-hard cock dangling between his legs. Samina saw it too, and said, “you know a big cock is so beautiful to look at. And its so powerful too!”
Tom laughed at that and got on the bed on his knees. Samina reached up with her hands for Tom’s now-flaccid penis, which was dangling just above her mouth as he knelt above her to hold her wide for me. She took him between her lips, and I watched her suckle his cock as I stroked in and out of her tight silky hole.
Soon enough, Tom was hard again and Samina tipped her head back more to get a better angle for him, her neck arcing up and bulging a little each time she swallowed him in, taking him deep into her throat, her little choking sounds mingling Toms moans.
“I’m cumming,” Tom gasped, and Samina quickened her pace and pulled him into her mouth, gagging a little as his salty semen jetting down her throat, but she sucked and swallowed his sticky discharge, using her fingers to recover what escaped from between her lips. She swallowed every last drop!
“God, that was great!” Samina exhaled.
They lay there for a while before Tom said he had to leave, Samina kissed his cock one more time as he got up.
“Tom, would you make sure the door to the front is locked when you leave?” Samina asked, and then turning towards me blew me a kiss. I felt her very much with me. I felt a surge of love, and maybe relief too, that even though his semen was inside her, that even though her cunt was his, she was still mine.
“Sure,” Tom answered. I heard him get up and get dressed, and he patted Samina on the bottom as he left. “Thanks, Samina,” he called out as he headed for the door. “And you too, Umer. See you guys soon.”
Things had changed. For the first time, Samina was openly acknowledging that I could not possibly pleasuring that another could provide her so much pleasure. And I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Samina was a slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me for life!
It's many years later now, and I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it's real and not flirting or teasing – and I'm very proud of the fact that she's never coy about it, ever – she goes right to showing, "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it, displaying herself to her dates, her partners, to other men – and there have been plenty of them, over the years. She let's them know that she wants to be owned, used, spanked, fucked, by someone else. And she lets me know. I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open and welcoming pussy, or of that flicker of recognition that lights up his face when he realizes he's going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife.
I never fail to be aroused beyond description at the moment another man's cock slides into her vagina or pushes past her anus and into her rectum, and I've seen it now hundreds of times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates her labia or her sphincter and plunges inside, the little gasp that signals she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man's semen run out of her vagina mixed with her wet, silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside her, or of the wet "bllp, plffp, bllpppp, pllpp" sound as his ejaculate gurgles out of her anus, the visible proof that she took his load inside her most secret place, a place I am not allowed to enter. There's nothing like it in the world. Whoever said that the most sexual organ in ones body is the brain, was spot on! The mental pleasure I get from watching, and hearing Samina enjoying herself, or even just knowing that she is so totally being taken by a man, is far greater than any pleasure I get or could have gotten from doing the act with her myself.
I find if interesting that what had started with Samina taking the first revolutinary step, thinking (and rightly so!) that I would be okay with it, had evolved into something that I was an integral part of, and in fact with me being the driving force, and indeed with Samina needing my approval and support to proceed. This would then evolve into something where my wishes would cease to matter, and Samina would take things in her hand and eventually not care what I thought, or how I felt. But by that stage I had become so enamoured in the lifestyle, that for me it did not matter how Samina went about it. And really now it does not matter anyway, such is the situation. But I get ahead of myself. You will see how it all developed and got to where we are today as I write more of this story.
We heard Tom going down the steps and the door close. I jumped into bed and hugged Samina hard, and she hugged back giggling.
After a few moments, Samina raised up on her elbow and looked in my eyes. “It's what you asked for, isn't it, honey – isn't that what you wanted me to do, from the first? Did you mind it too much when I was thinking about him, cumming for him? Because I was thinking about you, too, you know. Thinking about you watching me do it. I love it that you saw how much I liked it, I love showing off that way.”
"No, it wasn’t too much, Samina. It’s exactly as I wanted it,” I told her. “The sex was great. But so is this, with you here with me afterwards.”
She smiled up at me. “I’ll always be here with you. I love you, Umer. I liked having Tom fuck me, but I love you. I can't explain it, because I don't understand why, but I just love fucking other men, more than I love fucking you. It's like I have managed to separate my emotional and physical needs. You satisfy my emotional needs, the other men quench my physical lust.”
“And you like it that way?” I asked her.
“Yes. I do.” She smiled up at me. “I really liked it, even more than I thought I would. Thank you. And I want to keep doing it! You know when we were talking in the car, I was so afraid you would say you didn't want to go on. But I have prepared myself that if you did say that, I would force myself to stop. It would not have been easy but I would have done it. So you can imagine my relief when, as I had expected, you said to go on!” She giggled.
“Well, I am glad I did too. Judging by the way you enjoyed yourself with Tom tonight, and all the others before, I say the habit will be impossible to break, and you know Tom didn't even really fuck you tonight!” I laughed.
We both looked down between her legs and she opened them some more so we could see. We laughed together as the sticky evidence of what she had done, of what we had done, drizzled out of her onto the sheets.
She smiled up at me. "That's Tom's cum dripping out of my as. I’m so glad I took his condom off. It doesn’t seem like fucking otherwise. I wanted to feel him in me, and to let him feel my insides.”
I nodded in agreement. “It's a good thing you are on the pill.”
“Yeah,” Samina said, “the last thing I need right now is get pregnant, I want to wait a while before having children. Right now I am having too much fun!”
I had clearly given up part of Samina to other men, at the moment Tom happened to be in that role – part of her sexual side, her womanhood. But I had gotten back even more. I knew now that she would always love me, even if she let other men fuck her, even if she dearly wanted other men to fuck her. That was just something she needed sexually, and it clearly didn’t interfere with our love.
I now fully realized how much I wanted to see other men fuck her, to see her in that kind of need, driven by that kind of lust, even if part of it was driven by a deeper desire that had nothing to do with me. It had mind-numbingly good to see her cum like that with someone else inside her.
Things had changed. I had long accepted silently, that other men had had Samina now, her cunt, her clitoris, her anus, her tits, her mouth. But I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Now we had both openly admitted that fact. And, while part of me felt a little sad that I was not the sexual partner she most wanted, I also liked it. Samina was not only Samina my loving wife,, but that she was a real slutwife too, that other men would fuck her, would make her cum I was proud of her, proud of what she had so easily become. But most of all, I was proud what she had done for me.
Strangely, after that encounter with Tom, Samina seemed to want to fuck me more! Of course her reactions to me were never the same, but she wanted me to fuck her after another man had deposited his sperm in her. To me she felt loose and slick, but I loved it. For me, any chance to fuck her was cause for celebration, and to be enjoyed to the fullest. In fact she wanted me to fuck her so much so that she stopped asking me to eat her out!
After Samina had finished with Tom about a month later, and we were alone together with me about to get my favorite--seconds inside her after he had cum in her cunt, she asked me what I'd think if one day she told me this time inside her was my last time without a condom, my last time to cum inside her, that I'd never feel her with my bare cock again.
That made me unbelievably hot, of course, and I didn't have to tell her so since my cock swelled up even more as I positioned myself between her legs to slide inside her silky cunt, pre-lubricated with Tom semen.
"Would you really to do that to me?" I asked.
I knew the answer, of course, and she confirmed what I both feared and hoped when she very seriously answered. "Yes, I think that would be best for both of us."
What I found amazing is that, as horrible as the idea was, I not only knew she was going to tell me that was going to happen, but I wanted her to as soon as she said it. I was about to ask her why, when she spoke again.
"I only want my real men to feel the inside of my vagina with their cocks. I don't think you really deserve to anymore, do you? You let other men fuck your wife, and no real man does that. And I don't think it's right for your semen to be inside me with theirs--I feel bad that your pitiful spunk dilutes their real sperm. Don't you think?" Samina made herself clear.
I was near the edge with all the feelings cuckolds know so well--arousal, humiliation, shame, jealousy, fear, hope, desire--all at once. "Yes," I answered. "When? When is my last time?" I figured I knew the answer to that--that this would be my last time inside Samina bareback, and I rubbed the tip of my cock around her sticky-wet opening anticipating the wonderful plunge inside, the one I was nearly certain would be my last. But Samina had one more little surprise for me.
"You've already had it--it was last night. You're done," Samina answered. "Take your cock away from my vagina and put a condom on before you slide inside." Samina referred to the night before when we had made love, and as usual I had done almost nothing for her. Her disappointment and disgust then had been worse than I had ever seen before.
It was all I could do to avoid cumming on the spot, and I started to push inside her, to give her at least one stroke so I could remember my last one. "No!" Samina insisted, pulling her hips back so I couldn't drive inside. "That's just for my real men now. Take your cock away and put a condom on it. I don't want to feel it in me again, and I don't want it to squirt inside me." Her voice was dripping with annoyance.
I was both aghast and aroused, but I did as she commanded. I lifted up and reached in the drawer of the bed stand where we keep the condoms for strangers and tore open a package. I nearly shot off as I rolled it on, but held out and repositioned myself over Samina. She took my sheathed cock in her hand and put it at the opening of her vagina. I knew how slippery the entrance was, but with the condom on I couldn't feel it directly.
"Let's get this over with," Samina whispered to me, smiling. "I'm so glad your cock won't ever feel me again. You're lucky I even let you in with a condom. Maybe we shouldn't even do that pretty soon, you think?" She laughed and I kept quiet.
I slid inside and felt the mild pressure of her vaginal walls, the warmth, but not the slipperiness I loved, but it was enough. I came on the first stroke, and feeling me convulse inside her, Samina reached down and took my cock by the base and pulled it out, still throbbing. "There. Isn't that better? Now Tom's semen gets to be in me alone without yours ruining it. Isn't that the way it should be?" She snickered again.
I had to admit it was, that it was better this way. "I guess so," I answered. But I still craved what I already missed, the silky wetness of the inside of her pussy. "I just don't know if I can stand it with a condom on--I already miss feeling you so wet."
"I'm wet for Tom, Umer, not for you. You're not missing anything. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let you go in with a condom, even. All that does is coat the condom with his semen so some of it is wasted when you pull out. Should we make this last time you're inside at all, even with a condom?" Samina laughed.
I couldn't even speak, didn't know what to say. Samina just smiled at me and turned over to go to go to sleep. "Tom felt so good inside me tonight. And he's coming over tomorrow. I'll tell him what we've decided. You can masturbate while he fucks me, OK, honey? I love you. Goodnight."
The next morning I could not help but ask her, if she was serious about never fucking me again.
Samina laughed. “Well maybe on specials days like your birthday, or our anniversary, but otherwise no, and maybe not even then. I don't know darling, do you want to fuck me, knowing you cannot satisfy me?”
"Ohhhhh, yes" Samina exclaimed sharply, and bucked up, taking Tom's second stroke deep into herself. "That feels good!" Samina was letting Tom fuck her in the ass, all the way inside, and she was loving it. Tom drew out again and then pushed inside her once more, and Samina rose up to reciprocate. His strokes became faster, his thrusts harder, his cock disappearing to the hilt inside Samina's dark hole. His penis made a slurping sound as it glided in and out now, unobstructed, freely opening her anus as she gave him access to her rectum, to the most private part of her body. Somehow, he also managed to finger her clit at the same time.
Watching it all, I was in another world. It was an intensely arousing yet humiliating situation for me. Tom and Samina was in a world of their own, and I don't think they even cared I was there watching them. What was happening now, was just for their own pleasure, not mine. Any acknowledgement of my presence would only serve to interfere with their pleasure. I was so afraid if interrupting that I even kept my breathing low, so that its sound would not bother them.
"OOohhhhh Samina whimpered as I heard Tom slam into her with reckless abandon, and Samina reached between her legs to finger herself, Tom being unable to continue doing so.
Finally Tom's strokes grew more urgent, his thrusts faster, and he took several consecutive long, full turns in Samina's rectum and then stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Samina. "I
“Yes, yes yesss!” Samina urged him on.
Tom slammed his cock into her ass repeatedly, relentlessly slapping against Samina's fully opened legs, pounding into her welcoming ass, and, as he exploded in the final surge. Samina had been fingering herself faster and faster and rose to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his ejaculation into her rectum, as he shot his hot semen there.
Them Tom pulled out, a thin string of his sperm from the tip of his cock attached to Samina's asshole, which was by now pushing out a thick river of Tom's cum.
Samina collapsed on to her chest, her arms giving way, her ass now raised in the air, Tom's cum pouring out of it.
Tom had by fallen on the bed, his eyes closed. Samina caught her breath, then slowly rolled over on to her back, keeping her legs spread wide, as she raised her knees to her chest. That gave me a perfect view, as her ass cheeks spread apart and I saw thick, white, fluid continuing to emerge from her rosebud. I knew that Samina had one that deliberately, she wanted me to watch it.
They lay gasping on the bed for a minute afterwards, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "Man what a fuck you are, Samina! I can't believe it."
His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen. I could see Samina's still-distended anus gaping open, Tom's semen running out of that private hole.
Tom followed my gaze to her bottom and reached over to put three fingers into her ass. "I guess this will be my hole, from now on," he said as Samina looked at him and smiled. And then he turned his head toward me and said, "Thanks, man. I loved fucking your wife. You can fuck her too, but how about you shave her cunt for me before tomorrow – I'd like to fuck her again, but this time her bare pussy!” He laughed.
Samina didn't even let me reply. "Umer has never cum in my ass! And yes, it will be Umer's pleasure to shave my cunt for you.. Right, Umer? It's what you asked for, isn't it – isn't this what you wanted me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That's Tom's semen dripping out of me And that's the way we're going to do it, with him in me bareback! You know how much I hate condoms anyway."
I did know, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to fuck me. "Yes. I know." I realized that I had long given Samina up to her lovers, of whom Tom was just the latest model. I knew, she would always love me, but I wanted her to fuck her lovers, to see her in that kind of need, driven by lust. It was better to see her cum like that with someone else inside her than to fuck her myself – she had been so hot she had taken Tom in her asshole without any trouble – she clearly belonged to him. "Fuck her whenever you like, Tom, any way you want. She's yours." It was true. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise.
"Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I've had with Umer, and it was just my first with you inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile.
Tom got up and went to the washroom to wash himself. It was clear that he intended to fuck Samina next. As he came out of the bathroom, I saw his semi-hard cock dangling between his legs. Samina saw it too, and said, “you know a big cock is so beautiful to look at. And its so powerful too!”
Tom laughed at that and got on the bed on his knees. Samina reached up with her hands for Tom’s now-flaccid penis, which was dangling just above her mouth as he knelt above her to hold her wide for me. She took him between her lips, and I watched her suckle his cock as I stroked in and out of her tight silky hole.
Soon enough, Tom was hard again and Samina tipped her head back more to get a better angle for him, her neck arcing up and bulging a little each time she swallowed him in, taking him deep into her throat, her little choking sounds mingling Toms moans.
“I’m cumming,” Tom gasped, and Samina quickened her pace and pulled him into her mouth, gagging a little as his salty semen jetting down her throat, but she sucked and swallowed his sticky discharge, using her fingers to recover what escaped from between her lips. She swallowed every last drop!
“God, that was great!” Samina exhaled.
They lay there for a while before Tom said he had to leave, Samina kissed his cock one more time as he got up.
“Tom, would you make sure the door to the front is locked when you leave?” Samina asked, and then turning towards me blew me a kiss. I felt her very much with me. I felt a surge of love, and maybe relief too, that even though his semen was inside her, that even though her cunt was his, she was still mine.
“Sure,” Tom answered. I heard him get up and get dressed, and he patted Samina on the bottom as he left. “Thanks, Samina,” he called out as he headed for the door. “And you too, Umer. See you guys soon.”
Things had changed. For the first time, Samina was openly acknowledging that I could not possibly pleasuring that another could provide her so much pleasure. And I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Samina was a slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me for life!
It's many years later now, and I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it's real and not flirting or teasing – and I'm very proud of the fact that she's never coy about it, ever – she goes right to showing, "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it, displaying herself to her dates, her partners, to other men – and there have been plenty of them, over the years. She let's them know that she wants to be owned, used, spanked, fucked, by someone else. And she lets me know. I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open and welcoming pussy, or of that flicker of recognition that lights up his face when he realizes he's going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife.
I never fail to be aroused beyond description at the moment another man's cock slides into her vagina or pushes past her anus and into her rectum, and I've seen it now hundreds of times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates her labia or her sphincter and plunges inside, the little gasp that signals she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man's semen run out of her vagina mixed with her wet, silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside her, or of the wet "bllp, plffp, bllpppp, pllpp" sound as his ejaculate gurgles out of her anus, the visible proof that she took his load inside her most secret place, a place I am not allowed to enter. There's nothing like it in the world. Whoever said that the most sexual organ in ones body is the brain, was spot on! The mental pleasure I get from watching, and hearing Samina enjoying herself, or even just knowing that she is so totally being taken by a man, is far greater than any pleasure I get or could have gotten from doing the act with her myself.
I find if interesting that what had started with Samina taking the first revolutinary step, thinking (and rightly so!) that I would be okay with it, had evolved into something that I was an integral part of, and in fact with me being the driving force, and indeed with Samina needing my approval and support to proceed. This would then evolve into something where my wishes would cease to matter, and Samina would take things in her hand and eventually not care what I thought, or how I felt. But by that stage I had become so enamoured in the lifestyle, that for me it did not matter how Samina went about it. And really now it does not matter anyway, such is the situation. But I get ahead of myself. You will see how it all developed and got to where we are today as I write more of this story.
We heard Tom going down the steps and the door close. I jumped into bed and hugged Samina hard, and she hugged back giggling.
After a few moments, Samina raised up on her elbow and looked in my eyes. “It's what you asked for, isn't it, honey – isn't that what you wanted me to do, from the first? Did you mind it too much when I was thinking about him, cumming for him? Because I was thinking about you, too, you know. Thinking about you watching me do it. I love it that you saw how much I liked it, I love showing off that way.”
"No, it wasn’t too much, Samina. It’s exactly as I wanted it,” I told her. “The sex was great. But so is this, with you here with me afterwards.”
She smiled up at me. “I’ll always be here with you. I love you, Umer. I liked having Tom fuck me, but I love you. I can't explain it, because I don't understand why, but I just love fucking other men, more than I love fucking you. It's like I have managed to separate my emotional and physical needs. You satisfy my emotional needs, the other men quench my physical lust.”
“And you like it that way?” I asked her.
“Yes. I do.” She smiled up at me. “I really liked it, even more than I thought I would. Thank you. And I want to keep doing it! You know when we were talking in the car, I was so afraid you would say you didn't want to go on. But I have prepared myself that if you did say that, I would force myself to stop. It would not have been easy but I would have done it. So you can imagine my relief when, as I had expected, you said to go on!” She giggled.
“Well, I am glad I did too. Judging by the way you enjoyed yourself with Tom tonight, and all the others before, I say the habit will be impossible to break, and you know Tom didn't even really fuck you tonight!” I laughed.
We both looked down between her legs and she opened them some more so we could see. We laughed together as the sticky evidence of what she had done, of what we had done, drizzled out of her onto the sheets.
She smiled up at me. "That's Tom's cum dripping out of my as. I’m so glad I took his condom off. It doesn’t seem like fucking otherwise. I wanted to feel him in me, and to let him feel my insides.”
I nodded in agreement. “It's a good thing you are on the pill.”
“Yeah,” Samina said, “the last thing I need right now is get pregnant, I want to wait a while before having children. Right now I am having too much fun!”
I had clearly given up part of Samina to other men, at the moment Tom happened to be in that role – part of her sexual side, her womanhood. But I had gotten back even more. I knew now that she would always love me, even if she let other men fuck her, even if she dearly wanted other men to fuck her. That was just something she needed sexually, and it clearly didn’t interfere with our love.
I now fully realized how much I wanted to see other men fuck her, to see her in that kind of need, driven by that kind of lust, even if part of it was driven by a deeper desire that had nothing to do with me. It had mind-numbingly good to see her cum like that with someone else inside her.
Things had changed. I had long accepted silently, that other men had had Samina now, her cunt, her clitoris, her anus, her tits, her mouth. But I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Now we had both openly admitted that fact. And, while part of me felt a little sad that I was not the sexual partner she most wanted, I also liked it. Samina was not only Samina my loving wife,, but that she was a real slutwife too, that other men would fuck her, would make her cum I was proud of her, proud of what she had so easily become. But most of all, I was proud what she had done for me.
Strangely, after that encounter with Tom, Samina seemed to want to fuck me more! Of course her reactions to me were never the same, but she wanted me to fuck her after another man had deposited his sperm in her. To me she felt loose and slick, but I loved it. For me, any chance to fuck her was cause for celebration, and to be enjoyed to the fullest. In fact she wanted me to fuck her so much so that she stopped asking me to eat her out!
After Samina had finished with Tom about a month later, and we were alone together with me about to get my favorite--seconds inside her after he had cum in her cunt, she asked me what I'd think if one day she told me this time inside her was my last time without a condom, my last time to cum inside her, that I'd never feel her with my bare cock again.
That made me unbelievably hot, of course, and I didn't have to tell her so since my cock swelled up even more as I positioned myself between her legs to slide inside her silky cunt, pre-lubricated with Tom semen.
"Would you really to do that to me?" I asked.
I knew the answer, of course, and she confirmed what I both feared and hoped when she very seriously answered. "Yes, I think that would be best for both of us."
What I found amazing is that, as horrible as the idea was, I not only knew she was going to tell me that was going to happen, but I wanted her to as soon as she said it. I was about to ask her why, when she spoke again.
"I only want my real men to feel the inside of my vagina with their cocks. I don't think you really deserve to anymore, do you? You let other men fuck your wife, and no real man does that. And I don't think it's right for your semen to be inside me with theirs--I feel bad that your pitiful spunk dilutes their real sperm. Don't you think?" Samina made herself clear.
I was near the edge with all the feelings cuckolds know so well--arousal, humiliation, shame, jealousy, fear, hope, desire--all at once. "Yes," I answered. "When? When is my last time?" I figured I knew the answer to that--that this would be my last time inside Samina bareback, and I rubbed the tip of my cock around her sticky-wet opening anticipating the wonderful plunge inside, the one I was nearly certain would be my last. But Samina had one more little surprise for me.
"You've already had it--it was last night. You're done," Samina answered. "Take your cock away from my vagina and put a condom on before you slide inside." Samina referred to the night before when we had made love, and as usual I had done almost nothing for her. Her disappointment and disgust then had been worse than I had ever seen before.
It was all I could do to avoid cumming on the spot, and I started to push inside her, to give her at least one stroke so I could remember my last one. "No!" Samina insisted, pulling her hips back so I couldn't drive inside. "That's just for my real men now. Take your cock away and put a condom on it. I don't want to feel it in me again, and I don't want it to squirt inside me." Her voice was dripping with annoyance.
I was both aghast and aroused, but I did as she commanded. I lifted up and reached in the drawer of the bed stand where we keep the condoms for strangers and tore open a package. I nearly shot off as I rolled it on, but held out and repositioned myself over Samina. She took my sheathed cock in her hand and put it at the opening of her vagina. I knew how slippery the entrance was, but with the condom on I couldn't feel it directly.
"Let's get this over with," Samina whispered to me, smiling. "I'm so glad your cock won't ever feel me again. You're lucky I even let you in with a condom. Maybe we shouldn't even do that pretty soon, you think?" She laughed and I kept quiet.
I slid inside and felt the mild pressure of her vaginal walls, the warmth, but not the slipperiness I loved, but it was enough. I came on the first stroke, and feeling me convulse inside her, Samina reached down and took my cock by the base and pulled it out, still throbbing. "There. Isn't that better? Now Tom's semen gets to be in me alone without yours ruining it. Isn't that the way it should be?" She snickered again.
I had to admit it was, that it was better this way. "I guess so," I answered. But I still craved what I already missed, the silky wetness of the inside of her pussy. "I just don't know if I can stand it with a condom on--I already miss feeling you so wet."
"I'm wet for Tom, Umer, not for you. You're not missing anything. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let you go in with a condom, even. All that does is coat the condom with his semen so some of it is wasted when you pull out. Should we make this last time you're inside at all, even with a condom?" Samina laughed.
I couldn't even speak, didn't know what to say. Samina just smiled at me and turned over to go to go to sleep. "Tom felt so good inside me tonight. And he's coming over tomorrow. I'll tell him what we've decided. You can masturbate while he fucks me, OK, honey? I love you. Goodnight."
The next morning I could not help but ask her, if she was serious about never fucking me again.
Samina laughed. “Well maybe on specials days like your birthday, or our anniversary, but otherwise no, and maybe not even then. I don't know darling, do you want to fuck me, knowing you cannot satisfy me?”
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