Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I nodded a negative, she made too much sense, I had been thinking along the same lines for sometime myself. But hearing her talk that way gave it a sense a finality, and I knew there was no turning back.

Samina looked me in the eyes, and said, “Umer the fact is that when I think of having sex with you, I'd rather recall the early times when I knew no better and you were the only lover in my life, the one who gave me orgasms. Continuing to have sex with you, only ruins that memory for me, and I don't want that at all.”
I had to agree with Samina again. Once more she had read the situation and me perfectly. “You know Samina I have wondered for a while now why you continued having sex with me.”
Samina thought for a bit before speaking. “Because I felt it was my duty, because I felt sorry for you, and because I was afraid of your reaction if I didn't! But sweetie, I am sorry, the sad truth is that I don't enjoy sex with you, haven't done so for a long time, and I hate having to feel the pressure that I have to let you fuck me, when I don't really want you to.”
I smiled at my lovely wife. “I think we have made the right decision darling, you are right, it is for the best.” And Samina kissed me. “Well we still have those special days!” I said.
“Perhaps!” Samina said softly.
I'll save you the suspense, I haven’t been inside Samina since, although I have enjoyed seeing her other men fuck her. The night before then, was the last time, my penis felt her warm, wet, silky, smooth pussy. Since then she has touched it rarely, and have made sure that not even the skin of my penis touches her anywhere. I know this isn’t for everyone, but if you like it like we do, this is hugely exciting, and very liberating. Now I know its all for her, not for me, and I would not have it any other way!
Before I met and married Samina, you may recall, I was dating Pushpa, while I was in college and right after. While I was still in graduate college Pushpa went to work part-time for a local high tech company where she was a secretary/personal assistant to a top manager named Arvind. He was almost 20 years older than we were and a very sophisticated guy.
I was consumed in my work as a graduate student in those days, but Pushpa and I had some chance to do social things with her company, and with Arvind in particular. I wanted to go into the industry Arvind's company was in when I was done, so I thought Arvind would be a good connection. Pushpa, inevitably, became very interested in these outings, which were pretty high-end affairs, and I noticed she was more and more attentive, almost seductive, with Arvind, who had a kind of casual way of making it seem natural.
To get to the point, it wasn't long before Arvind was fucking Pushpa, of course, which was hard for me to take, but at the same time aroused or confirmed in me a latent interest in the cuckold-type relationship, as Pushpa often told me, I was born to be cuckolded, so she was doing me a favor. With Pushpa those feelings started to be manifested, when I found out she was fucking Arvind, it was hard not to notice I was as aroused about it. Who knows how things would have developed, had I stayed with Pushpa, but I did not, and we went or separate ways.
Just a few days after Samina and Tom decided that they had had enough of each other, amazingly, I ran into Arvind at a trade show in town. It turned out, he had gotten hired as a Vice President by another local company, and had just moved to town. My mind immediately went to Pushpa and her cuckolding of me, and I could not help but wonder if Arvind would also cuckold me with Samina, certainly he was the type who when he saw a beautiful woman, did not hesitate to go after her, and given the fact that he would probably be mingling in the same social and professional circles as us, it was inevitable that he would meet Samina.
Arvind and I actually sort of became friendly over that shared humiliation in a jocular kind of way, but there was always this adversarial edge too. Arvind met Samina, of course, and Samina was aware of the whole situation with Pushpa and Arvind because we had talked about all of that, and how it made me feel, very early on in our relationship.
Arvind had a Christmas party at his house that year. Samina and I went to the party with Samina dressed to the nines, sexy in a black mid-calf silk dress with spaghetti straps. I could see that she hadn't worn a bra under it—her beautifully-formed nipples showed where they touched the silk in front. As we pulled up just past Arvind's house to park down the street, she also let me know that she had on a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose, and that she had worn one of her nicest pair of underpants, teasing me with, "unless you want me to take those off now." I just smiled and shook my head no. Samina always wore her underpants over her garters so they could be pulled down whenever we wanted to, so she could flash in public, or let someone fuck her.
I should point out that in the months since Arvind had moved into town, we had met him on several occasions, and while he was clearly taken with Samina, he had made no overt attempt to bed her. And the fact was the Samina had found Arvind to be very handsome as well. Their age difference being of no importance, as Samina had lost any age difference related qualms back when she had let Derrick fuck her.
"Oh, well," she continued, and gave me one of her smiles, the kind that told me she had something on her mind, as I slid into the parking spot. She often did this, engaging in a little flashing at parties, so I assumed that's what was in store for me that night—it was the kind of thing she knew I liked—and even in this setting, with business colleagues, there was very little harm in it since, obviously, everyone would have had a little to drink and because Samina had become very good at making such over exposure look kind of accidental. I was actually looking forward to it.
There was not much chance of there being many from the desi community there (that was why Samina was comfortable dressed the way she was, usually she was more circumspect in her dress when going to a function where desi's were expected). You see Arvind was not the typical desi guy, he did not have many desi friends and did not seem to care much for desi company. I had a good idea why he chose to consort with me, and while I was not sure how I felt about Samina ever sleeping with him, I knew that having him as a contact was a good career move as he was very well connected in the technology business.
As we walked up the street toward the sidewalk to Arvind's house, things turned in a different direction. Samina asked me, as we turned up the walk, "Am I a better fuck than Pushpa was?"
That was an easy question, as it had only one answer! "Of course you are—amazingly better!" In all truth, if I had to really rank them, both Samina, and Pushpa would rank pretty high and equal in my book, but I knew better than to say that to my wife.
She continued, more softly, as we proceeded up the long walk surrounded by a lovely garden, "It kind of hurts my feelings a little that Arvind might think I'm second best to Pushpa—that you settled for me only because you felt pressured into leaving her."
"That's crazy!" I replied, genuinely surprised. "That was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me," I insisted. "I am glad I was pressured."
"I know," Samina answered, "but I don't think Arvind would really understand that, or even believe it, do you?”
We were half way up the walk.
"Well, he'd be nuts to think that," I answered, assuming that would be the end of it.
Samina was quiet for a second, but just as we reached the steps she followed with, "I can think of a way for him to know I'm better than Puspa."
"How?" I answered, but even as I said it I got that familiar feeling in my stomach—it had dawned on me just exactly how Arvind might learn that Samina was right, and I already knew that Samina was very attuned to what would push my buttons. So I was half horrified and half aroused as I waited for her answer.
"Well," Samina said, as we reached the landing in front of the door, "I could let Arvind fuck me. Then he'd know for sure, wouldn't he?" And she squeezed my arm a little, and smiled.
I had known it was coming, really, but hearing it out loud, I was aghast, my stomach hollow and my heart racing. But my cock had jumped to attention and I had to reach down and adjust myself to keep it from catching in an uncomfortable position. All I could think of was to try to buy a bit of time. "That may not be such a good idea," I told her. And even the part of me that was hard for it didn't think it was a good idea.
But Samina just knows what to do, and say. Samina half-turned toward me. "It is too a good idea, "she insisted. "Don't you want Arvind to know that I'm better than Pushpa And that even though I am, I'm going to stay with you? Don't you want him to know that? Wouldn't that be a kind of vindication for you? And it's not like it would be anything different for us—you like it when other men fuck me anyhow!"
My cock had turned rigid in my pants—Samina is amazingly clever about this, turning having another man fuck her into a victory for me of sorts. And I had to admit there was some sense in what she said. But I still didn't really want it to happen with Arvind, and certainly not that night. Even if Samina was going to do it, I wanted a chance to think about it. Of course, deep inside I did want it—that's what the butterflies in my stomach were about, and Samina knew it; in retrospect maybe both of us knew it.
Samina made the obvious point, "Arvind will never know for sure that I'm better than Pushpa unless he actually fucks me too. Right? Wouldn't it make you feel proud that I stay with you even after he fucks me?"
I couldn't dodge the feeling I now suddenly had. It was perverse, but I did want him to know that. Samina knew just how to do this, had probably been planning it for some time. It might be strange for most guys to be proud of having their wife fuck another man, but Samina knew me. She was right—I wanted it. But I still wasn't prepared for it right at that moment, and told her so. I was not sure if her fucking Arvind, who could one day very easily be my boss, was a good idea. So I said I understood, and even agreed, but that I wanted to wait a few days to talk about it, and to think how to do it. It was just too scary, too unsettling an idea to spring on me right at his door.
But Samina has always known how to handle these things, and she has always said there's no time like right now. "No, Umer. This is something that needs to happen, and we should just do it. There's no sense delaying it." Her hand went to the front of my pants as she reached out to ring the doorbell, and she could feel the huge hard-on that had sprung up as we talked. "I can see you like the idea, and I'm ready. This needs to happen soon—tonight is best, I think." She didn't wait for an answer. "I think I should ask Arvind to fuck me as soon as I get a private moment with him at the party—I'll look at you when I've done it so you'll know, and I'll tell him I want it to happen tonight, near the end, when not many people are there."
I was reeling already, but that last phrase set off new alarm bells. "What do you mean, near the end? You mean while there are still people here?"
Samina just smiled. "Lots of people knew Arvind was fucking Pushpa, and that might have contributed to how hot it was for Arvind. You don't want me to be at a disadvantage in making him cum, do you? Don't you think some of the people here should know Arvind has fucked me? Maybe even see it?"
Samina's tone was so serious that I could not figure out whether she was joking or was actually serious! My heart was pounding in my chest, and I told her no, that I didn't think that was a good idea. That was really too much. But my cock betrayed my real feelings, and Samina just smiled, squeezing it a little, and said, "Let me just handle it. It'll be fine. It'll just be one or two people who will know." And then she looked up at me with a look that was half scold and half tease. "And, Umer, I do expect you to take it like a man—you have to let them see it's okay with you, to see you act like you want it, that it's your idea, or it will be worse for you, don't you think? And if it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure that all the desis have left, and only a couple of guests remain!."
I felt myself flushing, but Samina tugged gently on my hand and raised her eyebrows, demanding confirmation. "OK," I whispered hoarsely, although I could hardly believe I was saying it. I was scared out of my wits, but so amazed at what Samina was saying that I couldn't help myself.
She turned slightly toward me again, "and remember no condoms!" she answered my unspoken questions, softly, looking up at me and touching me with the hand that wasn't stroking my cock. "Arvind didn't use condoms with Pushpa, did he? He needs to feel his cock in me, and I need to feel him squirt inside me!”
Before I could object, or say anything else at all, the door opened and we were inside in the swirl of the party. It was crowded and loud, with people drinking quite a bit and carrying on as people do at parties. I was relieved to see only one desi couple, and two unattached desi guys, there, other than Samina and me that is. All evening I had a knot in my stomach, watching, waiting, glancing around continuously at them both, wondering when she was going to do it. I circulated, trying to keep a grip on my feelings as I watched Samina make the rounds.
Samina was the center of attention in her unbelievably sexy dress, the outline of her nipples showing through the fabric. She got subtly fondled more than once as she said her hellos and hugged the people there. I could see lustful looks in the eyes of men, and hateful looks in the eyes of some of the women. Samina didn't seem to care either way, although I was sure she had noted the same thing.
Eventually she found her way over to Arvind, who was holding court near the bar, and I watched her chat amiably with him and the others, laughing. I saw him look pointedly at her breasts, and run his gaze up and down. And then I saw her touch his elbow and lean in toward his ear. He nodded and a second later the two of them drifted away slightly, toward the back wall next to the bar.
I know exactly when she told him, when she let him know he could fuck her. He looked up at her with a start, and then he glanced around until he found me watching him. He smiled and nodded. They chatted a bit more, he hugged her and gave her a little peck on the cheek, and then they both wandered off. But I knew. I knew Arvind would be inside Samina, the second of my 'women' he would fuck, before the night was out.
It was more than an hour and a half latter when the party was winding down that they connected again, spoke briefly, and then Samina walked back over to me. We were both watching as, one after another, people and couples came up to Arvind to say thanks, and and goodnight. Arvind smiled over at me and nodded as one of the last couples approached him. And as they walked toward the door, I looked around to see just five of us, Samina, Arvind, and me, and two other men, colleagues of Arvind's, Chetan and Rakesh, both of them unattached—no dates. I consoled myself thinking that at least there were no Pakistani men there, and also that the three men present were not married or accompanied by partners.
Samina looked up at me, and smiled. "Are you ready?" But she didn't wait for an answer, looking directly over at Arvind and nodding. He motioned to us almost imperceptibly from across the room where he was talking to Chetan, and nodded back. As we walked over toward him she looked up at me lovingly. "Be a good boy about it. It's time." My heart leapt into my throat, and my cock throbbed.
I was more that a little nervous, but couldn't say a thing. Samina just reached out, patted me on the arm, and said, "It'll be fine. You'll be glad it happened. Be a good boy and it'll be nice for everyone. And remember, if you're a big boy about it, it will be better for you—make it look like your idea and I'll be proud of you. Remember, it's best if you take it like a man." That phrase again. Pretty interesting idea, taking it like a man, considering that she was meant to be taken by another man.
And then we were next to Arvind. He reached in behind her, putting his arm around her waist and looked right at me. Samina looked up at me and, reaching behind her back with her inside arm, took my wrist and removed my arm from around her. She patted my hand and put it down at my side. Without another word, as if he knew he was entitled, Arvind turned her around, put his arms around her, and kissed Samina on the mouth. Not a casual kiss, either—a deep and intimate one. Samina opened her mouth to take his tongue and arched her back to lean back a bit for him so he held her weight, her arms falling to her sides in submission.
I stepped around behind them so I could see better. I was hard as a rock even though I had my heart in my throat. I glanced around at Chetan and Rakesh and saw that they had stopped talking and were staring at Arvind and Samina. I know I flushed red—they were going to see her submit to him, to let him fuck her—but it was just too erotic to stop, and too hot not to watch. I turned back toward Samina and Arvind and watched as his hand went to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress.
Arvind didn't waste any time. He unzipped Samina's dress from the back and stepped back, lifting the straps off her shoulders and holding them suspended for a moment while his fingers grazed her beautiful skin. He looked at me with a small knowing smile and I found myself nodding assent to what he was about to do. Arvind snorted and nodded his head in a kind of disbelief.
Arvind dropped the straps, Samina shrugging them off so that her dress fell away from her shoulders and then dropped over her hips. She was standing there nude except for her panties, stockings, heels, and garter belt, her small breasts exposed for Arvind, and for Chetan and Rakesh to see, her nipples rigid with arousal.
Arvind didn't miss a beat. He knelt down and, taking Samina's panties at the waistband, drew them down over her bottom and thighs, exposing her pubic mound with its whisp or dark downy hair—and I saw, as Arvind helped her balance to step out of them by putting his hand on the inside of her thigh, that she had trimmed her mound so that there was just a small oval patch showing, as always.
I knew it would be just a matter of minutes now before Arvind was inside her, a place forbidden to me, and I felt the burning mixture of terrible shame overwhelming arousal at how much I wanted to see his cock slide up inside her, to see her cum for him while he shot his seed in her. I was aware of Chetan andRakesh watching, but was way beyond embarrassment or shame at that moment. Samina was nude in front of all of them, and they knew what was going to happen now too. It was too late to stop it. Besides I was sure Samina would not stop, even if I wanted her to. We had agreed it was all her call, I gave up the right to dictate to her all those night ago before she took Tom to her bed. Of course, I could always make requests of her, but it was understood that she was under no obligation to accept them.
Arvind put his hands around Samina's small waist and turned her sideways, walking her backwards toward the couch that separated the living room from the foyer. Samina bumped against the back of it and Arvind held her as she gently arched her back over it, almost as if they had practiced it. She bent her neck and held herself on the seat with her arms spread wide for balance. As Arvind lifted and spread her legs Samina helped him position her bottom so that he would have access to her opening.