03-05-2019, 01:35 PM
“I took the thick, veiny cock in my hand and caressed it gently, making the man moan. Then I licked it all over, kissing it occasionally. I my haze, I heard Pushpa say, 'that's it sis, make it a real throat job!' I assumed she was recommending a balls-deep blowjob. Then she added, 'good luck throating that!' And she was right, there was no way I could take all of it, though I tried hard, it was just too long and thick!”
I laughed a little at that. Pushpa was perfect!
“I then attacked the lovely cock, making Pushpa giggle a lot and the man moan. I didn't care how I might have looked to someone watching our booth, all I wanted was to pleasure that lovely cock. I finally understood what Pushpa meant, it truly was wonderful giving a blowjob like that. It felt slutty, dirty, erotic, and right all at the same time. I loved it!” Samina had her eyes closed again.
“Suddenly, I felt the veins go stiff, and the cock twitch in my mouth, and a hard gush of thick fluid shoot to the back of my mouth, choking me a little. I tried to pull away, but he held my head hard, so I opened my mouth and let some of his cum flow out, and I could breath again. After several shots, he was done and pulled out. Well as always, I licked his cock clean, and his cum from around my lips. It was an amazing sensation, to be so used like that! I cannot tell you how arousing it was, I could feel my panties damp.” Samina had her eyes closed and was not applying pressure to her crotch area with her fingers. I would have helped out, but at that moment the traffic suddenly started to move and in that heavy volume, I had to pay attention to the road carefully.
So I contended myself to just listen to Samina as she continued with her story. “I could taste a remnant of the salty-sweet load I just swallowed. I looked up to see the man, pull up his pants, turn around and walk away. No thank you or any words were exchanged, he had got what he wanted and left. I felt so used and abused, but loved it.” Samina said dreamily, her hand now rubbing the crotch of her shorts.
“I took me a few minutes to recover, as I drank some coffee, and Pushpa watched me with a bemused look on her face.” Samina said. “Then I asked her, 'Pushpa, how do you suck cock all the way down to the balls like that? You give really freaky deep-throat blowjobs. You gotta teach me!'”
I snickered a that. Pushpa had years of experience, whereas Samina was still a comparative novice. “What did Pushpa say to that?”
“Well,” Samina started, “she said that it took practice, and I would eventually get the hand of it. Truly taking big cocks deep in ones' mouth is an art that requires practice, of course, there is only so much a woman can take down her throat, but with with practice the tolerance range can become quite impressively wide!”
“I see,” I said. I knew Pushpa was correct.
“Well, Pushpa blew 4 more guys, and I, 3 that afternoon, before deciding to call it a day. When we asked for our check, the maitre'd cheerfully told us that it had been taken care of, and left it at that. Pushpa did compliment on my technique and how willing I was to give blow jobs, she said to her the hardest hurdle to overcome is the one that makes women hate the taste, smell, and texture of cum. She told me that she had now reached a point where she loved it all, and associated it with pleasure. And you know she has blown over 150 guys!”
“Wow!” I exclaimed. That number was very large, but with Pushpa I could well believe it.
“Anyway, we came out of the Cafe, and guess what?” Samina smiled.
“What?” I asked quickly.
“The cabbie who drove us there was also the one to drive us back, he never left after dropping us! Just waited for us to come back out! Isn't that amazing?” Samina sounded happy.
“Yes, it does.” I agreed.
“After we got in the cab, the cabbie turned to Pushpa and said I had a been a good boy, no where is my reward?” Samina laughed.
“The cheek of the man!” I said.
“Well Pushpa just laughed at him, and said her mouth was tired from all the guys she had blown in the Cafe. Then she pointed at me and told him that I had not blown as many guys so would probably be a better pick than her.” Samina told me, as the traffic ground to a halt again, and my penis twitched and ached to be set free and fondled.
"Then Pushpa said, 'besides, this bitch loves blowing black cock...she's a fiend!' I laughed and you should have seen the look on the cabbies face, it was priceless.”
I laughed. “I bet it was, so then?”
"Well, he drove the cab to a secluded corner at the back of the Cafe. Actually it was an alcove between the backs of two buildings, and very private. He parked there and told me to move the front, as he unzipped his pants.” Samina had that aroused look in her eyes, as she spoke to me.
“I think went over to the front, and saw that he already had his cock out, it was kinda small for black guy, but was not what would be called small in general. I got in and went to work on it right away. Slurping and sucking the cock gleefully. I also swirled my tongue wetly around his rather large balls.” Samina said.
"Of course." I added with a laugh. “Can't ignore the balls!”
“I swallowed his whole black ball sack, and sucked it aggressively, making loud Sokkk, sokkk, sokkk noises! All men love a good dick-sucking, and the cabbie was no exception, he was purring with pleasure, as my saliva made his cock glisten. I teased the underside, the hole, and head of the penis with the tip of my tongue, as he moaned, groaned, and finally held on to my hair. 'Ma'am, I'm going to cum in your mouth, shortly. Please get ready to swallow. It's quite a load!” He was so polite! And I redoubled my efforts.” Samina was licking her her lips as she told me what she did to the cabbie.
“I looked up and saw Pushpa leaning over the front seat looking at us. She winked at me and gave me a smile. My eyes were watering, and I switched exclusively to deep-throating the cock, as best as I could, down to the balls and back, to the balls and back, to the balls and back, feeling her throat expand with his foot-long meat stuffing her well-trained mouth and throat. His low-hanging balls smacked wetly against my chin, and he paned 'I'm gonna blow my load in your mouth!”
I had started to breathe heavily as Samina's description of the afternoon took its toll on me. Thankfully, the traffic was still stopped. I was almost panting, and dying to touch my cock, which throbbed in my tight underwear.
"'Mmmmmmmmm.' The drive grabbed my hair hard, and war pumped a fat, warm load of cum directly down my throat. I happily continued to swallow and suck the seed out of his balls. Fortunately the amount was not too much and I could swallow it almost as fast as he was gushing it into my mouth.” Samina sighed happily. “I drained his cock, relishing the warm pumps of cum, it was warm, gooey, and delicious! And then it was done, he lifted my head up and said 'thank you lady, that was great! The ride home is on me!'”
“So you got a free ride home? Not bad payment for a blowjob!” I laughed.
“Yeah we did!” Samina sounded a little annoyed at my interruption. “Pushpa patted on the head and told me what a great job I did. That made me feel quite proud and happy. Her approval means a lot to me you know! I licked off and swallowed the last of the cabbies cum before joining Pushpa at the back, and soon we were driving back home.”
“Pushpa kept complimenting me on what a great job I did on the cabbie. And I told her truth, that it was my pleasure to blow him, that made the cabbie laugh and say that it was his pleasure too.” Samina said, as the traffic finally started to move freely. “I am going to go back to the Cafe often, it is a great place to go have fun! And giving blowjobs can be so much fun!” Samina said and my penis must have jumped a mile, or at least as high as it could in its present state of imprisonment.
Since then Samina has been back to the Cafe quite regularly, mostly alone, but occasionally with Pushpa (who visits us at least once a year now), or with other friends who are in a similar relationship to ours. And as you would expect, the Cafe did very well financially, then won all their legal challenges and were eventually left alone by the city administration, in fact it is said that it is now a favorite haunt of security officer officers, and even many politicians (who visit it secretly as often as possible). Samina claims to have blown several.
After hearing all about their time at the Cafe, I was so horny, it was a miracle that I got us back home in one piece, as it was a herculean task for me to concentrate on driving and not on the images that were flashing through my mind. But fortunately I was able to get us home safe and sound.
Anyway, as I said earlier, I had broken the timing of my narrative by giving you details of Samina and Pushpa's visit to the Cafe. A lot had happened before then, and I will now take you back in time, before the Cafe episode so you may develop a fuller picture of all that happened while Pushpa was with us.
You already know that Samina had shared every detail our life with Pushpa, who had in effect become her teacher and friend all rolled into one. It was on Pushpa's advice that Samina had stopped all sexual intercourse with me, even going to far as not wanting any skin to skin contact with my penis. Now lest you think that Samina was some poor woman being led around by Pushpa, you would be wrong. Pushpa could only give Samina advice, it was up to Samina to act on it. And act on it she did gleefully.
The evening after Afzal left for Miami, Samina and Pushpa decided to stay in and talk. They opened up a bottle of vintage red wine, cooked some delicious Italian food and sat in the kitchen drinking, and eating. I figured the women probably would not welcome my presence, so after spending about 30 minutes or so chatting with them after the meal, I left them alone, and spent the time watching a replay of an old Pakistan-India cricket match on one of the desi channels we had subscribed to.
But my mind was not focused on the match! It was on the kitchen! I could not make out a word of what the ladies were talking about, but I could their loud laughter, which was taking place quite frequently. That convinced me that they were talking about Afzal and myself, and our roles in their sex lives. I poured myself a snifter of cognac and decided to try and get some office work done in my study. With the door closed, I could not even hear their laughter, which helped immeasurably with my concentration.
In fact so engrossed did I get in my work, that I did not hear Samina enter the study. It was when she quietly placed her hand on my shoulder that I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked up to see her smiling face.
“Oh hi honey!” I said, noticing that my snifter was now empty. “Having a nice time with Pushpa?”
“Am I ever!” Samina laughed. “That is one amazing lady. I am shocked you left her to marry me, she seems like she would have made the ideal wife!”
I looked lovingly at Samina, and said, “well I admit that I was not too happy leaving her, felt pressured to do it, but now, I am very happy I did, I would not trade for a dozen Pushpa's!” With that I kissed her hand.
Samina reached over and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I love you!” She said.
“I love you too darling, forever!” I said with equal conviction.
Samina kissed me again, I could taste the red wine on her. Then she said, “why don't you join us?”
“You really want me to? I figured you would rather indulge in girl talk.” I said.
“Well we have had enough girl talk for one evening. We need some male company now.” Samina said taking my hand.
“Okay,” I said. Hand-in-hand we walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Pushpa was refilling their glasses with wine, and I noticed that the bottle was nearly empty, and a new unopened one stood by. She did not say anything to me, but smiled as I sat down.
“So what have you two been talking about?” I asked jokingly.
Samina giggled and said, “oh nothing much, you know usual girl stuff.” And Pushpa nodded.
For the next few minutes we made small talk. Pushpa wanted to know about what I had been up to since leaving her, and I in return wanted to know the same thing about her. I also wanted to ask her about Afzal, but didn't know how to bring him up, so dropped the matter.
I was refilling my snifter with some more cognac, when Pushpa suddenly asked, “so, Umer, Samina tells me that you are a true cuckold. Do you enjoy being that?”
I was startled a little by the sudden, unexpected question. “I..I...I... yes, I am.” I stammered out the truth.
“Good boy,” Pushpa said seriously, and I heard Samina giggle a little.
“Samina also told me that no longer get to fuck her, that is good.” Pushpa went on.
“Well I had not fucked her in a while and she said she would let me do it on special occasions.” I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed.
Pushpa laughed, “you keep believing that sweetie.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a little annoyed at Pushpa's attitude.
“Well sweetie, what I mean is that Samina is not really interested in having sex with you, she just said that to spare your feelings, if you truly loved her, you would stop expecting sex from her.” Pushpa said forcefully.
“But why?” I asked, almost in a moan.
“Simple Umer, as long as you expect sex from her, she will feel pressured to provide it to you, and that will interfere with her own pleasure.” Pushpa said. Her logic was so strong, that I could not think of saying anything to really counter it. “Don't you agree?” Pushpa asked.
“Yes,” I said softly. I also felt my cock start to get hard, a fact not lost on Pushpa, as she looked rather pointedly at my crotch.
“I am sorry Umer, but you just have the equipment to satisfy you wife sexually, you know that, she knows that and I know that, its no secret.” Pushpa said, her voice sounding gleefully cruel.
“But isn't it unfair, and also I might lose control and force myself on her, and I would hate to do that.” I said.
“Of course darling, it's unfair for Samina not to have sex with you, but thats how it is! I think its more unfair of you to expect it from her.” Pushpa said.
“But,” I whined, “what if I lose control, and can't help myself?”
“Well Umer, tell me something first. Do you agree you love Samina? Do you agree that you can't pleasure her with your dick? Do you agree that its unfair of you to expect her to have sex with you? Do you agree that your penis does not belong in her, or should even expect to be touched by her?” Pushpa asked, her tone very businesslike.
“Yes, you are right Pushpa, I agree with everything you have said.” I said confidently, although my voice was still a mild whine. I saw Samina take a sip of her wine, and smile at me, encouraging me, and that gave me strength to admit the truth to Pushpa.
“Good, Umer. I always knew what you were, and who you were, and I am glad you found a wife who does not only accept those things, but finds then perfectly natural and in agreement with her own views on what a marriage should be like.” Pushpa sipped her wine and smiled at me knowingly.
“Yes, Pushpa, I agree with that completely.” I said, looking at Samina who smiled and blew me a kiss.
“So,” Pushpa started again. “Samina and I have talked a lot and its amazing how similar our thinking is. Umer I will tell you now, that Afzal is just like you, a born cuckold! One who loves that role as my husband, he craves the same humiliation you do! He is also small cocked and a fast shooter. In fact the only difference between you and him is that he is far more of a cuckold than you are, do you understand what I am saying?”
I nodded a negative. Pushpa's question had me a little confused.
“Listen sweetie,” Samina piped in, “just hear Pushpa out, with the understanding that it would make me the happiest wife in the world – yes even more happy than I currently am, if you can try and emulate Afzal. He is truly a terrific person and must love Pushpa unreservedly to be the way he is with Pushpa, you know I envy her for having such a perfect husband.”
“But, darling,” I said, my confusion growing. “I thought you were happy with the way things were?”
“Oh I am Umer, very happy. Actually I know for a fact that I am happier than pretty much all my old high-college friends in Pakistan are in their marriages. I suppose if I had never met Pushpa I would have never known that it is in fact possible for me to be even more happy, feel even more fulfilled, more special. Pushpa has opened my eyes to so much.” Samina took another sip of her wine, and looked appreciatively at Pushpa.
“Yes Umer,” Pushpa went on. “It is possible for husbands to make their wives feel more happy, more special, more free, and less pressured. Basically it comes down to this, you must be willing to surrender all your physical pleasure. In effect, the pleasure you get will be mental, it will come from knowing that while you are physically denied, your wife has no such restrictions and can fuck anyone she likes, or wants, even if it is someone you hate, or despise, or consider an enemy. It is all Samina's choice, you have no say, and it really does not matter, because you will be happy that she is being pleasured by a man of her choosing, and being burdened by the pressure of having to please you, or living up to your desires and expectations. It is a rare man who do all this for his wife, Afzal can, can you? Basically it is the ultimate show of love a man can do for his wife.”
I laughed a little at that. Pushpa was perfect!
“I then attacked the lovely cock, making Pushpa giggle a lot and the man moan. I didn't care how I might have looked to someone watching our booth, all I wanted was to pleasure that lovely cock. I finally understood what Pushpa meant, it truly was wonderful giving a blowjob like that. It felt slutty, dirty, erotic, and right all at the same time. I loved it!” Samina had her eyes closed again.
“Suddenly, I felt the veins go stiff, and the cock twitch in my mouth, and a hard gush of thick fluid shoot to the back of my mouth, choking me a little. I tried to pull away, but he held my head hard, so I opened my mouth and let some of his cum flow out, and I could breath again. After several shots, he was done and pulled out. Well as always, I licked his cock clean, and his cum from around my lips. It was an amazing sensation, to be so used like that! I cannot tell you how arousing it was, I could feel my panties damp.” Samina had her eyes closed and was not applying pressure to her crotch area with her fingers. I would have helped out, but at that moment the traffic suddenly started to move and in that heavy volume, I had to pay attention to the road carefully.
So I contended myself to just listen to Samina as she continued with her story. “I could taste a remnant of the salty-sweet load I just swallowed. I looked up to see the man, pull up his pants, turn around and walk away. No thank you or any words were exchanged, he had got what he wanted and left. I felt so used and abused, but loved it.” Samina said dreamily, her hand now rubbing the crotch of her shorts.
“I took me a few minutes to recover, as I drank some coffee, and Pushpa watched me with a bemused look on her face.” Samina said. “Then I asked her, 'Pushpa, how do you suck cock all the way down to the balls like that? You give really freaky deep-throat blowjobs. You gotta teach me!'”
I snickered a that. Pushpa had years of experience, whereas Samina was still a comparative novice. “What did Pushpa say to that?”
“Well,” Samina started, “she said that it took practice, and I would eventually get the hand of it. Truly taking big cocks deep in ones' mouth is an art that requires practice, of course, there is only so much a woman can take down her throat, but with with practice the tolerance range can become quite impressively wide!”
“I see,” I said. I knew Pushpa was correct.
“Well, Pushpa blew 4 more guys, and I, 3 that afternoon, before deciding to call it a day. When we asked for our check, the maitre'd cheerfully told us that it had been taken care of, and left it at that. Pushpa did compliment on my technique and how willing I was to give blow jobs, she said to her the hardest hurdle to overcome is the one that makes women hate the taste, smell, and texture of cum. She told me that she had now reached a point where she loved it all, and associated it with pleasure. And you know she has blown over 150 guys!”
“Wow!” I exclaimed. That number was very large, but with Pushpa I could well believe it.
“Anyway, we came out of the Cafe, and guess what?” Samina smiled.
“What?” I asked quickly.
“The cabbie who drove us there was also the one to drive us back, he never left after dropping us! Just waited for us to come back out! Isn't that amazing?” Samina sounded happy.
“Yes, it does.” I agreed.
“After we got in the cab, the cabbie turned to Pushpa and said I had a been a good boy, no where is my reward?” Samina laughed.
“The cheek of the man!” I said.
“Well Pushpa just laughed at him, and said her mouth was tired from all the guys she had blown in the Cafe. Then she pointed at me and told him that I had not blown as many guys so would probably be a better pick than her.” Samina told me, as the traffic ground to a halt again, and my penis twitched and ached to be set free and fondled.
"Then Pushpa said, 'besides, this bitch loves blowing black cock...she's a fiend!' I laughed and you should have seen the look on the cabbies face, it was priceless.”
I laughed. “I bet it was, so then?”
"Well, he drove the cab to a secluded corner at the back of the Cafe. Actually it was an alcove between the backs of two buildings, and very private. He parked there and told me to move the front, as he unzipped his pants.” Samina had that aroused look in her eyes, as she spoke to me.
“I think went over to the front, and saw that he already had his cock out, it was kinda small for black guy, but was not what would be called small in general. I got in and went to work on it right away. Slurping and sucking the cock gleefully. I also swirled my tongue wetly around his rather large balls.” Samina said.
"Of course." I added with a laugh. “Can't ignore the balls!”
“I swallowed his whole black ball sack, and sucked it aggressively, making loud Sokkk, sokkk, sokkk noises! All men love a good dick-sucking, and the cabbie was no exception, he was purring with pleasure, as my saliva made his cock glisten. I teased the underside, the hole, and head of the penis with the tip of my tongue, as he moaned, groaned, and finally held on to my hair. 'Ma'am, I'm going to cum in your mouth, shortly. Please get ready to swallow. It's quite a load!” He was so polite! And I redoubled my efforts.” Samina was licking her her lips as she told me what she did to the cabbie.
“I looked up and saw Pushpa leaning over the front seat looking at us. She winked at me and gave me a smile. My eyes were watering, and I switched exclusively to deep-throating the cock, as best as I could, down to the balls and back, to the balls and back, to the balls and back, feeling her throat expand with his foot-long meat stuffing her well-trained mouth and throat. His low-hanging balls smacked wetly against my chin, and he paned 'I'm gonna blow my load in your mouth!”
I had started to breathe heavily as Samina's description of the afternoon took its toll on me. Thankfully, the traffic was still stopped. I was almost panting, and dying to touch my cock, which throbbed in my tight underwear.
"'Mmmmmmmmm.' The drive grabbed my hair hard, and war pumped a fat, warm load of cum directly down my throat. I happily continued to swallow and suck the seed out of his balls. Fortunately the amount was not too much and I could swallow it almost as fast as he was gushing it into my mouth.” Samina sighed happily. “I drained his cock, relishing the warm pumps of cum, it was warm, gooey, and delicious! And then it was done, he lifted my head up and said 'thank you lady, that was great! The ride home is on me!'”
“So you got a free ride home? Not bad payment for a blowjob!” I laughed.
“Yeah we did!” Samina sounded a little annoyed at my interruption. “Pushpa patted on the head and told me what a great job I did. That made me feel quite proud and happy. Her approval means a lot to me you know! I licked off and swallowed the last of the cabbies cum before joining Pushpa at the back, and soon we were driving back home.”
“Pushpa kept complimenting me on what a great job I did on the cabbie. And I told her truth, that it was my pleasure to blow him, that made the cabbie laugh and say that it was his pleasure too.” Samina said, as the traffic finally started to move freely. “I am going to go back to the Cafe often, it is a great place to go have fun! And giving blowjobs can be so much fun!” Samina said and my penis must have jumped a mile, or at least as high as it could in its present state of imprisonment.
Since then Samina has been back to the Cafe quite regularly, mostly alone, but occasionally with Pushpa (who visits us at least once a year now), or with other friends who are in a similar relationship to ours. And as you would expect, the Cafe did very well financially, then won all their legal challenges and were eventually left alone by the city administration, in fact it is said that it is now a favorite haunt of security officer officers, and even many politicians (who visit it secretly as often as possible). Samina claims to have blown several.
After hearing all about their time at the Cafe, I was so horny, it was a miracle that I got us back home in one piece, as it was a herculean task for me to concentrate on driving and not on the images that were flashing through my mind. But fortunately I was able to get us home safe and sound.
Anyway, as I said earlier, I had broken the timing of my narrative by giving you details of Samina and Pushpa's visit to the Cafe. A lot had happened before then, and I will now take you back in time, before the Cafe episode so you may develop a fuller picture of all that happened while Pushpa was with us.
You already know that Samina had shared every detail our life with Pushpa, who had in effect become her teacher and friend all rolled into one. It was on Pushpa's advice that Samina had stopped all sexual intercourse with me, even going to far as not wanting any skin to skin contact with my penis. Now lest you think that Samina was some poor woman being led around by Pushpa, you would be wrong. Pushpa could only give Samina advice, it was up to Samina to act on it. And act on it she did gleefully.
The evening after Afzal left for Miami, Samina and Pushpa decided to stay in and talk. They opened up a bottle of vintage red wine, cooked some delicious Italian food and sat in the kitchen drinking, and eating. I figured the women probably would not welcome my presence, so after spending about 30 minutes or so chatting with them after the meal, I left them alone, and spent the time watching a replay of an old Pakistan-India cricket match on one of the desi channels we had subscribed to.
But my mind was not focused on the match! It was on the kitchen! I could not make out a word of what the ladies were talking about, but I could their loud laughter, which was taking place quite frequently. That convinced me that they were talking about Afzal and myself, and our roles in their sex lives. I poured myself a snifter of cognac and decided to try and get some office work done in my study. With the door closed, I could not even hear their laughter, which helped immeasurably with my concentration.
In fact so engrossed did I get in my work, that I did not hear Samina enter the study. It was when she quietly placed her hand on my shoulder that I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked up to see her smiling face.
“Oh hi honey!” I said, noticing that my snifter was now empty. “Having a nice time with Pushpa?”
“Am I ever!” Samina laughed. “That is one amazing lady. I am shocked you left her to marry me, she seems like she would have made the ideal wife!”
I looked lovingly at Samina, and said, “well I admit that I was not too happy leaving her, felt pressured to do it, but now, I am very happy I did, I would not trade for a dozen Pushpa's!” With that I kissed her hand.
Samina reached over and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I love you!” She said.
“I love you too darling, forever!” I said with equal conviction.
Samina kissed me again, I could taste the red wine on her. Then she said, “why don't you join us?”
“You really want me to? I figured you would rather indulge in girl talk.” I said.
“Well we have had enough girl talk for one evening. We need some male company now.” Samina said taking my hand.
“Okay,” I said. Hand-in-hand we walked to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Pushpa was refilling their glasses with wine, and I noticed that the bottle was nearly empty, and a new unopened one stood by. She did not say anything to me, but smiled as I sat down.
“So what have you two been talking about?” I asked jokingly.
Samina giggled and said, “oh nothing much, you know usual girl stuff.” And Pushpa nodded.
For the next few minutes we made small talk. Pushpa wanted to know about what I had been up to since leaving her, and I in return wanted to know the same thing about her. I also wanted to ask her about Afzal, but didn't know how to bring him up, so dropped the matter.
I was refilling my snifter with some more cognac, when Pushpa suddenly asked, “so, Umer, Samina tells me that you are a true cuckold. Do you enjoy being that?”
I was startled a little by the sudden, unexpected question. “I..I...I... yes, I am.” I stammered out the truth.
“Good boy,” Pushpa said seriously, and I heard Samina giggle a little.
“Samina also told me that no longer get to fuck her, that is good.” Pushpa went on.
“Well I had not fucked her in a while and she said she would let me do it on special occasions.” I said defensively, feeling a little embarrassed.
Pushpa laughed, “you keep believing that sweetie.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a little annoyed at Pushpa's attitude.
“Well sweetie, what I mean is that Samina is not really interested in having sex with you, she just said that to spare your feelings, if you truly loved her, you would stop expecting sex from her.” Pushpa said forcefully.
“But why?” I asked, almost in a moan.
“Simple Umer, as long as you expect sex from her, she will feel pressured to provide it to you, and that will interfere with her own pleasure.” Pushpa said. Her logic was so strong, that I could not think of saying anything to really counter it. “Don't you agree?” Pushpa asked.
“Yes,” I said softly. I also felt my cock start to get hard, a fact not lost on Pushpa, as she looked rather pointedly at my crotch.
“I am sorry Umer, but you just have the equipment to satisfy you wife sexually, you know that, she knows that and I know that, its no secret.” Pushpa said, her voice sounding gleefully cruel.
“But isn't it unfair, and also I might lose control and force myself on her, and I would hate to do that.” I said.
“Of course darling, it's unfair for Samina not to have sex with you, but thats how it is! I think its more unfair of you to expect it from her.” Pushpa said.
“But,” I whined, “what if I lose control, and can't help myself?”
“Well Umer, tell me something first. Do you agree you love Samina? Do you agree that you can't pleasure her with your dick? Do you agree that its unfair of you to expect her to have sex with you? Do you agree that your penis does not belong in her, or should even expect to be touched by her?” Pushpa asked, her tone very businesslike.
“Yes, you are right Pushpa, I agree with everything you have said.” I said confidently, although my voice was still a mild whine. I saw Samina take a sip of her wine, and smile at me, encouraging me, and that gave me strength to admit the truth to Pushpa.
“Good, Umer. I always knew what you were, and who you were, and I am glad you found a wife who does not only accept those things, but finds then perfectly natural and in agreement with her own views on what a marriage should be like.” Pushpa sipped her wine and smiled at me knowingly.
“Yes, Pushpa, I agree with that completely.” I said, looking at Samina who smiled and blew me a kiss.
“So,” Pushpa started again. “Samina and I have talked a lot and its amazing how similar our thinking is. Umer I will tell you now, that Afzal is just like you, a born cuckold! One who loves that role as my husband, he craves the same humiliation you do! He is also small cocked and a fast shooter. In fact the only difference between you and him is that he is far more of a cuckold than you are, do you understand what I am saying?”
I nodded a negative. Pushpa's question had me a little confused.
“Listen sweetie,” Samina piped in, “just hear Pushpa out, with the understanding that it would make me the happiest wife in the world – yes even more happy than I currently am, if you can try and emulate Afzal. He is truly a terrific person and must love Pushpa unreservedly to be the way he is with Pushpa, you know I envy her for having such a perfect husband.”
“But, darling,” I said, my confusion growing. “I thought you were happy with the way things were?”
“Oh I am Umer, very happy. Actually I know for a fact that I am happier than pretty much all my old high-college friends in Pakistan are in their marriages. I suppose if I had never met Pushpa I would have never known that it is in fact possible for me to be even more happy, feel even more fulfilled, more special. Pushpa has opened my eyes to so much.” Samina took another sip of her wine, and looked appreciatively at Pushpa.
“Yes Umer,” Pushpa went on. “It is possible for husbands to make their wives feel more happy, more special, more free, and less pressured. Basically it comes down to this, you must be willing to surrender all your physical pleasure. In effect, the pleasure you get will be mental, it will come from knowing that while you are physically denied, your wife has no such restrictions and can fuck anyone she likes, or wants, even if it is someone you hate, or despise, or consider an enemy. It is all Samina's choice, you have no say, and it really does not matter, because you will be happy that she is being pleasured by a man of her choosing, and being burdened by the pressure of having to please you, or living up to your desires and expectations. It is a rare man who do all this for his wife, Afzal can, can you? Basically it is the ultimate show of love a man can do for his wife.”
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