Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

You see, unknown to me, whenever Samina felt any doubts, she would reach out to Pushpa, with the result that the two of them were soon best of friends. In fact they say they are sisters. Samina says she feels closer to Pushpa than to any her sisters, and Pushpa for her part says, that while she is happy she was an only child, in Samina she has found a woman who is the ideal sister.

Of course, thus far I was not aware of this budding friendship between my wife and my ex-girlfriend. But shortly after Samina's time with Arvind, things started to become apparent. I was to find out that fucking Arvind, and humiliating me the way she did, were both ideas suggested to Samina by Pushpa!
“Guess, who will be visiting us for about 10 days starting Friday?” Samina asked one Monday morning, while we ate breakfast before heading off to our respective jobs.
“Hmmm,” I said, trying to think, and soon realizing that I had no idea. “I'm sorry sweetie but I don't know. You never told me.”
Samina laughed. “Of course I didn't silly. I wanted it to be be a surprise.”
“Okay, so surprise me, who is coming over for to spend 10 days with us?” I laughed.
“Take a wild guess!” Samina teased me.
“Oh come on Samina, you know I don't have a clue, plus we will be late for work if we keep playing this game.” I was getting a little annoyed that Samina was being so cagey.
“Hmmm....maybe I'll wait till Friday and let you see for yourself.” Samina giggled, you know her naughty giggle.
“Is it a former lover, Raj, Steve, someone else?” I asked hopefully.
“Nope, none of them.” Samina said simply, finishing up her coffee and standing up.
“Then tell me, please!!” I pleaded.
Samina laughed again. “I think it will be better as surprise, so sweetie please wait till Friday afternoon, we'll go to the airport together.”
I knew that once her mind is made up, Samina is impossible to budge, so I gave her a resigned nod of agreement.
The week just seemed to drag by. I racked my brain, trying to figure who the mystery guest was. I knew that no family members were possible, as Samina was not making any preparations for their unique needs. So it had to be a friend or friends. But who? Samina had ruled out any of her past lovers, so it had to be someone else, I just couldn't figure out who that might be.
Leading up to Friday, Samina seemed to be very horny. I gave her lots of oral sex, but did not get anything in return, as expected. She did not even touch my penis. In fact that Monday night, as we were about to start making out she said, “oh remember to put on a condom.”
“Are you planning to let me fuck you?” I asked hopefully.
“Of course not silly, I thought we discussed this. I just don't want you to have an accident and mess up the bed and me too. Plus I don't want your penis touching me anywhere, the condom will be like a shield between me and your little useless weenie!” Samina laughed.
So I put on a condom and proceeded to pleasure Samina as best as I could. We started out with me on top kissing her all over, playing with Samina's breasts, massaging them, and her back, and buttocks. Then I worked my down. You see Samina does not like going straight to getting oral sex, she like a little build up. And I love doing that so it was great. She liked it a lot, as she said, “oh Umer, your tongue is magical! What you lack in the penis pleasure department, your surely make up for in the tongue pleasure arena!”
I must have given Samina oral sex for nearly an hour that night. We had discovered earlier, that if she lay on the edge of the bed with her feet on the ground, I could position myself between her legs and give her oral pleasure for a longer, as my neck would not get tired as quickly. So that is how we did it since. My tongue fortunately had developed the stamina to go on for a long time too.
Throughout all this, my penis did not have any skin to skin contact with Samina, of course it touched her often, but the condom acted as the shield that she had said it would. Then when she was done, Samina said, “ohhh Umer, thanks! That was great.” She moved up the bed and lay on her back, eyes closed. “Sweetie I know you must be aching for relief, why don't you go to the washroom and jerk off into the toilet.”
Well I did just that! Shooting off a jet of cum into the toilet. So tired was I that I forgot to flush. Samina did that the next morning. And over breakfast she laughed and told me, “that is where your cum belongs cucky, not in me! Hmm, I think I like the sound of that I think I will call you cucky, or better yet T.C for total cuckold! T.C. Is a common nickname so won't raise any eyebrows, and if someone other than my lovers asks what it means, I'll simply say it means The Champ! On yeah thats a great idea!” Samina laughed.
I felt my dick start to grow hard at her words. Samina really knew how to push my buttons!
Anyway, the rest of the week was a repeat of Monday. The nights were fun for me, the days were long and dragging. But, finally Friday rolled around. I spent the day counting the hours and around 4:00 pm left the office, headed for the airport, picking up Samina along the way. Around 5:30 pm we were at the airport, and despite my pleas, Samina refused the reveal who our mystery guest was.
“Don't worry T.C,” Samina giggled. “You don't have much longer to wait, our guest should be out any minute.”
I almost jumped out of my skin when she called me T.C. It was such a charged nickname in my mind. At the same time, I was nervously excited at the prospect of meeting our guest. The fact that Samina had chosen to hide the guests identity did not bode well, and I was sure the guest was someone with whom Samina had confided regarding our lifestyle, and my perverted needs, which had meshed so neatly with her own, only she did not think of her own desires as being perverted.
It must have been no more than 5 more minutes when I saw Samina lift her arm and wave towards the crowd of passengers exiting. I immediately looked over to try and pick out who she was gesturing too, and initially could not make it out in the crowd. But finally I saw an arm waving back at us, and my mouth dropped open, and I heard a snort of laughter escape from Samina
The arm waving back us, belonged to none other than my ex-girlfriend Pushpa. She was smiling, and walking next to her, pulling a suitcase was man who was very similar to me in physical appearance. I immediately guessed that he was Pushpa's husband. I was in a state of semi-shock. Suddenly Samina's reasons for being coy all week made sense, but I have a million questions that needed to be answered.
Eventually Pushpa and her husband were right upon us. Pushpa and Samina hugged and kissed like sisters who had not seen each other in a long time. Pushpa introduced her husband to me. His name was Afzal. I saw a lot myself in him, and was convinced there and then that he was a cuckold, just like me. Well maybe not exactly like me, even more so, for Pushpa was an expert, and made Samina look like a novice.
On the drive home, Pushpa and Samina sat at the back chattering away about all sorts of things, but nothing of a sexual nature at all. Afzal and I made small talk. I learnt that Afzal was from Lahore, and had met Pushpa at mutual friends place and they had gotten married only a few months later. Afzal mentioned that his family had opposed the marriage outright at first, but when he had gone ahead and done it anyway, they had essentially disowned him.
I wanted to ask him why he had gone against the pressure, but did not do so. It was clear from his manner that he was totally taken by Pushpa, and would move heaven and Earth for her. I was convinced that he was a cuckold too, but of course could not confirm that. I was sure that before they went back home, all would be clear.
We stopped at a Starbucks drive through to pick up some frappacino's, and suddenly our conversation was interrupted by a laughing Pushpa, “so Umer, Samina tells me that Arvind enjoyed her charms too?”
I nearly chocked on my coffee, and Samina laughed out loud. “Oh Pushpa!”
I really did not what to say, so I said, “yeah, she had a great time with him and his friends!”
Both the ladies laughed at that, and I noticed Afzal staring stonily straight ahead. Almost like he was trying not to listen to our conversation.
“Well it looks like Arvind likes taking your women, remember how he did me, and how you could not stop hearing about it from me?” Pushpa laughed.
I could only nod, trying to make it look like I was paying attention to the road. The truth was that we had long ago left the highway, and were on a deserted side road that led to our house.
“Samina tells me she did have a great time, and she was really proud of how well you took, like a real man!” Pushpa laughed again.
Nervously, I glanced towards Afzal.
“Of don't worry about his, he knows it all. He has seen me with many lovers, including Arvind, haven't you darling?” Pushpa said confidently.
“Yes darling.” Afzal replied crisply.
“I am sorry that Afzal won't be able to spend too much time with us this week. He has to go to Miami for a week-long conference,” Pushpa explained. “So he will only have this weekend, and the next with us, during the week he will be in Miami.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. My impression of Afzal was confirmed, and I was also certain that Samina and Pushpa would have cooked up something for me. It was a nagging feeling, and I knew that they were going to have a good time at my expense. I did not mind, both women knew and understood me perfectly, and having Pushpa leading Samina along could only be for the best.
That evening we had an early dinner, after which Pushpa and Afzal excused themselves. They had been on the road since 5 am that morning and by 8 pm could barely stay awake, so retired for the night. Samina and I stayed up till around 10 pm before we too went to sleep.
The next morning, Samina and Pushpa headed off to the mall to spend the day shopping and chatting, while Afzal and I decided to go sailing. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time. The interesting thing was that while Afzal and I talked about many things, not once did the subject of being cuckolds come up. We shared a lot of the same interests, so had a lot of other, potentially less embarrassing things to talk about. You see that early in our friendship, I suppose it was still a little discomforting to talk about sexual matters, even thought we knew full well that we were cuckolds.
That evening we went out for dinner, and spent a wonderful night, enjoying some great wine and italian food. Again, the conversations was very normal. I mean just the kind of conversation you'd expect when friends got together.
In bed, Samina told me that Pushpa had something special planned for them for the next couple of days. When I asked what that might be, Samina said that Pushpa had told her, but had asked that it be kept secret from me until after. I immediately knew that Pushpa must have something sexual planned, and keeping it secret from me was only because she did not want me to think that I had a right to know what Samina was up to When we were still dating, and Pushpa had started fucking around, she had told me that as far as she was concerned I had given up all right to demand information from her, and anything about her encounters she shared with me was because that was what she wanted. So often she would just tell me that she had slept with someone and not any accompanying details. In fact sometimes it could be weeks after she had fucked a guy when she would casually say something like, “oh I forgot to tell you, I spent the afternoon with X a couple of weeks ago.” That was it, nothing more. Anyway, after Pushpa and Afzal left, Samina told me exactly what happened.
The next day, Afzal went off to Miami for his conference. And as he kissed Pushpa good-bye, she rather cryptically said, “well I know you won't be getting into any trouble, you can't!” And then she laughed, winking at Samina. Poor Afzal's face reddened, and Samina laughed, “don't worry Umer will be that way soon too!”
I was a little confused as to what they were talking about, and had a horrible premonition that whatever it was, it could not possibly be good for me. I spent the rest of the day wondering what Pushpa could have possibly meant, and why Samina was so enthusiastic about it, but to no avail.
Anyway, whatever Pushpa meant was to be revealed to me in a few days. In the meantime, Pushpa had plans for Samina. I think it better to keep things in sequence, and tell you what happened next, even though Samina related it to me after Pushpa and Afzal had departed, by which time I was fully aware of what Pushpa had meant when said goodbye to Afzal.
Put simply Pushpa wanted Samina to accompany her to Nikkis Blow Job Cafe. Yeah, that's right, a blow job cafe. You see, recently it had opened with a great deal of fan fare. The city of course, had tried to have it shut down, using anti-prostitution laws, but the owners were able to show that there really was no prostitution going on there at all. Put simply, men and women would go there, to receive and give blow jobs. Food was also served and no money exchanged hands between the blow job provider and receiver. It was a purely consensual activity between two adults, specially since women were not required to give blow jobs, they could simply go there for the food, and by all accounts the food was delicious. After her visit there, Samina told me, that the food was complimentary for women who willingly gave blow jobs, apparently, for men, there was a pretty hefty cover charge which more than made up for the food the women consumed. In fact even if a woman chose not to give blow jobs, it was not uncommon for some guy to pick up her tab.
Pushpa had heard of the cafe, when its opening had made national headlines, and had stayed there throughout the city's losing battle to shut it down. Well knowing Pushpa, you will not be surprised to hear that she really wanted to visit the cafe, hence her trip to see us. Samina had known all along, and happily agreed to accompany Pushpa to the cafe. Although, Samina told me that she, herself was not so certain she wanted to go there to give blow jobs, as she preferred 1-on-1 action and just blowing guys did not seem all that exciting. Hah! Little did she know! Pushpa had it all figured out!
Of course, it goes without saying that all the men there were well endowed. That is hardly surprising, since under-endowed men would be less than likely to get services, and more importantly have their ego's seriously bruised, being surrounded by much larger men.
For their lunch date at the Cafe, Pushpa had dressed as sexily as you can imagine, and ultra-short miniskirt, with matching low cut, tight halter top. Samina on the hand was dressed almost conservatively compared to that, in a pair of mid-tight length tight shorts, and a spaghetti strap top. I started to get an erection watching the women leave. I was working from home that day, the plant undergoing a safety inspection by our outside auditors, and my presence was not needed.
It was on our way back from the airport after we had dropped off Pushpa and Afzal, that Samina told me what happened.
“So how are things going?” Samina giggled as she squeezed my crotch gently.
“Hmm... Fine I guess.” I said softly.
“Good! I am glad!” Samina said happily.
Unlike the drive from the airport after picking up Pushpa and Afzal, when the highway was completely clear, this time around it was a nightmare. There had a been a 12 car pile up that had reduced the highway to just one open lane, and the traffic was crawling. A distance that would have normally taken us less than 20 minutes to do, had already taken more than hour.
“God, how much longer will be stuck here?” Samina sounded mad.
“Well the radio just said that it could be a while, they are still clearing things up. It could easily be another hour before we got home.”
Samina sighed a little. “Damn!”
We were silent for a while, just sitting on the highway, listen to the radio blare out tunes, when Samina suddenly perked up and said, “you want to hear what happened when we went to the Cafe?”
I had been on the verge of falling asleep, and Samina's words jolted me wide-awake. “Of course!” I said enthusiastically, making Samina laugh.
And so she began her story. I should warn you, that in this story, it is Pushpa, and not Samina who is the heroine.
"Anyway,” Samina started. “On our cab ride there, Pushpa was clearly excited, she did not even bother to hide it. In fact when she gave the cabbie the address of our destinatin he gave her a knowing look and she quite shamelessly told him that yes she was going there to give blow jobs, and then just to tease him added that if he was good boy, she would give him one too if he was lucky enough to drive us back home. Well that is how our day started!” Samina laughed.
I laughed too. Pushpa's behavior was hardly surprising. She was always bold and fearless, and didn't care what anyone thought or her. To her, if people had any negative feelings or opinions of her, that was their problem not hers. Plus being an exceptional student all her life, and then an incredibly successful professional, wife, and mother, was all the approbation, and gratification she really ever needed.
“I see,” I laughed. “Were you embarrassed?”
“Nah!” Samina said. “I didn't care if he thought I was going there for that purpose too, specially, since I was not sure if I would do it or no. Besides, it was Pushpa he was paying attention to anyway.”
“True, dressed the way she was, I am sure it was difficult for the poor cabbie to keep his eyes off her.” I said.
“Yeah,” Samina laughed, “he kept taking peeks at her in the rearview mirror.”
“Anyway, the drive to Cafe took about 30 minutes and in that time Pushpa chattered away about just how much she was looking forward to it and how she hoped I would join her.”
“And what was the cabbie doing all this time?” I laughed. I imagined that had been in his place, I would have had a very tough time driving.
Samina laughed too. “Well fortunately once we got off the highway, the street was clear so he did not hit anything, even though quite a few times he swerved a little.”
I laughed again. “Well at least he got you the cafe safe and sound!”
“Yeah, that he did.” Samina said.
“So what was the place like?” I asked.
“Well from the outside it looked like any other restaurant, except it had darkened windows from which you could see outside, but not in. The building itself was a simple one, painted white, and in order to please city hall, they had changed the name to Nikki's Cafe. Nothing exceptional or outstanding about the outside.” Samina explained.
The traffic started to move a little , so Samina stopped her story, but soon we were stopped again.
“Were you hesitant going in?” I asked.
“Not at all, I mean its not like I haven't sucked dicks. It's just that like I said, I prefer one on one action, group stuff is not my thing. Plus giving blow jobs as part of being in bed with someone is fun, and I enjoy it immensely. But I wasn't sure if I would enjoy it as much, just giving blow jobs casually, although Pushpa had told me that if feels great!”