Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I took a deep breath, trying to digest everything that had been said. I realized that I was in a very difficult position. Both Pushpa and Samina were essentially backing me into a corner and I could tell that something very serious was coming my way, and I had only one choice, that being to say yes to it. All I could do was nod a semi-agreement to what Pushpa had said. “What are you talking about Pushpa?” I asked finally.

“Okay Umer, remember how when Afzal was leaving for Miami, I told him that I was happy to he certain that he would not get into any trouble, what do you think I meant by that?” Pushpa asked me.
“I have no idea Pushpa.” I said, nervously sipping my cognac. I looked over at Samina, and saw she had that mischievous smiled on her face, and knew that soon all would be revealed. “I thought it meant that you trusted him completely, but I am starting to think you meant more than that, or perhaps something completely different.”
Samina laughed, and Pushpa said, “good guess. It does mean more than just that, a lot more.”
I took a gulp of the cognac, feeling its warm sting go down my throat and into my stomach, bringing much welcome warmth to the pit, which had been feeling quite cold since Pushpa had started talking. Just how much deeper was she planning to take me? I could not imagine anything deeper than I already was with Samina.
As if she could read my thoughts, Pushpa spoke again. “I am sure you are wondering just what can be deeper than where you are now. Well I can tell you that there are depths that as yet remain unexplored by Samina and you, and I know Samina wants to explore them very much, the question is do you?”
I sat there frozen, my body like a statue, unable to move. My mind was buzzing with thoughts, did I really want to take things deeper? And the inevitable answer was yes, even though I did not know exactly what that meant, but the fact that Samina seemed to want it so much, made me want to say yes, I had reached a point in my life when already making Samina happy was all that mattered to me, my own fears and concerns seemed to pale in comparison to her happiness. I took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, before finally whispering, “yes, I do, if that is what Samina wants!”
“Yes darling, I really do. I want us to have what Samina and Afzal have!” Samina implored.
“Then I want it to!” I said, my voice crisp, loud, and confident.
“Good! Both of us were sure you would.” Pushpa smiled at me. “Umer, you need to realize that your wife has lost inhibitions, you on the other hand still have one or two psychological barriers that you need to let go of, what we are proposing tonight will do that. Trust me, you will be a much happier man.”
I nodded my understanding and smiled confidently. “Okay Pushpa, whatever you say.”
“Good.” Samina said happily. “Why don't you tell him about Afzal?”
“Good idea Samina.” Pushpa said. “You see Umer, Afzal is .....” She stopped mid-sentence, then went on, “unable to get into trouble because of two reasons. One because, as you have observed, he is totally in love with me, and would never do anything to hurt me, or our relationship, and two because he can't, I have made sure of that.”
“What do you mean?” I said, my throat dry, cock throbbing. I heard Samina giggle.
“Well let me show you.” Pushpa said, reaching into her purse and pulling out white cardboard box, and handing it to me. “Open it!” She said.
I opened the box and my mouth dropped open. I immediately understood what the purpose of the device in the box was.
“You know what that is?” Samina asked.
I nodded and affirmative, and swallowed hard.
“Of course you do,” Pushpa said sweetly. “But did you know that Afzal has had one on for almost a year now?”
“What?” I felt a chill do down my spine, and I was sure I blanched too. “Wow!”
Both the women laughed. “Yes, wow!” Said Samina.
“And he has no problem with it?” I asked.
“Well he did at first, getting used to it but now he says he does not even feel it.” Pushpa explained. “You can talk to him all about it when he returns from Miami.”
I nodded.
“So,” Samina said with a laugh, “are you ready?”
I looked in the box again, at the plastic cock cage, and my heart beat faster and faster. At the same time my penis, was as hard as it could get trapped in my underwear. “How long do you intend to keep me in it?” I asked Samina, my voice a hoarse whisper, breaking a little because of nervousness and excitement.
“Uh uh,” said Pushpa, “you do not need to know that. Remember it is all up to Samina. Once you agree to be locked, as far as you are concerned, you are locked up forever, if Samina ever lets you out, its her choice.”
“What, you mean I have a choice in this matter?” I asked, a little surprised.
“Of course you do Umer!” Said Samina. “I can't force you to put it on, I can only ask you to do it, and hope you will because it will make me feel happy, and better too. See, every time I see you with an erection, I feel a little bad, but with this thing on that problem goes away. It will make my pleasure so much better.”
“Also Umer,” Pushpa added, “if you do agree to put it on, you are also agreeing that when Samina takes it off for any reason, you will let her put it back on without argument. That is an implicit promise you are making to her, and one that she will be very disappointed and unhappy if you ever break! But for now it is still your choice! Like Samina said, we can't force you. We can only appeal to your love for your wife and your desire to make her happy.”
Even as Samina and Pushpa spoke, I knew that despite their assertion to the contrary, I really had no choice, I had to accept what she was proposing, or risk upsetting her greatly. So what choice did I really have in the matter? None whatsoever. And so taking a deep breath I said, “of course darling, for you I will do anything.”
“I am so happy you will Umer, I was certain you would!” Samina looked delighted, and nodded at Pushpa.
“Okay then, Umer please take off your pants and underwear.” Pushpa said as she took the penis cage out of the box. I marvelled at how compact it was.
The penis cage was made of thin, strong opaque white plastic, it was curved slightly downwards, and I saw that it would not leave any visible outline, unless, I was wearing speedos, or very tight shorts. I looked over at Samina, and saw huge smile on her face.
“Don't look at me!” Samina said, “this is Pushpa's show, do as she says.”
I took a deep breath and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. The I lowered by underwear and kicked it off. So there I stood, dressed only in a t-shirt and nothing else. Except for a semi-hard penis.
“Well go to Pushpa, so she can imprison that! Don't be shy, it's not as if she hasn't see it before!” Samina laughed pointing at my penis. Her choice of words did not help matters, and I felt my penis get harder.
Slowly I walked over to Pushpa who awaited with an expectant, triumphant look on her face. I saw her sitting on the chair, her legs spread open, and I went and stood between them.
Pushpa was silent for a few moments, looking very closely at my crotch, my dick three-quarters of the way up, wilted a little under her gaze. Then she suddenly burst out laughing, “I guess they don't get any bigger with age!” Pushpa said, squeezing my balls gently, and then caressing my penis. Her touch made it get fully hard real fast.
“Alas they don't!” Samina laughed.
I felt my face go red, but at the same time my fully hard penis, not being explored by Pushpa's soft hand was throbbing and twitching.
“Well, we can't send it to prison on this condition!” Pushpa laughed. “Samina, would you mind if I did the honors?”
“Not at all, help yourself.” Samina giggled and sipped her wine.
Pushpa took my erect penis and started to tug it. “My good deed for the day,” she said, “kinda like a last meal for a condemned man! Who knows the next time it will get its fill of pleasure.”
Then she started to pull on my penis fast and furious, jerking it off and masturbating me. I tried to resist, to hold back, knowing that once I shot my load, it would be my last orgasm for quite a while. But alas, I could not hold out for too long. Pushpa expecting an orgasm quickly put a rolled tissue paper to the tip and all my ejaculate was absorbed into it.
I think I cried out a little “aahhhh!” as I shot my wad, and both the women laughed.
“There now, all done!” Samina said as she walked over to sit next to Pushpa.
“Yes, I should think so,” Pushpa snickered derisively, “for quite a while I hope. Not only don't they get bigger with time, apparently they don't get much better at lasting longer either! So locking this one up is no great loss!”She ticked me around the base of the penis and I felt another twitch.
“You'd better get on with it!” Samina chided Pushpa.
Suddenly I felt my soft penis being encased in cool, smooth plastic. I looked down and for the first time looked at it closely. I noticed that it had small holes all over, obviously to make cleaning and hygiene easier. At the tip, there was a wide circular hole, that allowed part of the penis head to stick out, but at the top of the hole was a small pointed protuberance that while not touching the soft penis would dig into it, when it started to get hard. Also, inside the tube, I felt tiny orbs randomly located. Once again, they were no problem as long as the penis stayed soft, but I knew that they would be quite painful when I started to get erect. The was wide enough that I could get perhaps 10%-20% hard, no more.
I felt a band going around the base of my scrotum, where it was attached to my body. Pushpa tightened it a little, until the tube was snug, but the band was not tight enough to be uncomfortable, provided I remained soft. I knew that it would tug against my balls when I started to get hard and that would be most uncomfortable indeed.
“There all done!” Pushpa said proudly.
“Thanks!” Samina laughed.
I looked down and saw the device attached to me. It did not seem too bad or uncomfortable, but what surprised me most was the there was no lock. The band keeping it snug to my body was locked in place by a simple plastic cable tie, that looked ridiculously easy to cut, and replace.
Once again Pushpa was a step ahead of me. “Now take a look closely Samina. Around the cable tie, is a small pink band, with a monogram on it.” Samina looked at it closely, and I saw it too. “Now, if Umer ever cheats and breaks his promise, and then try to put the cage back on himself, he will be able to to it quite easily. However, what he will not be able to do, no matter how hard he tries is attach the pink band, that only someone else can do, but these bands are custom made for me, the monogram designed by Afzal at my request, they are unique, I will leave a few with you, keep them hidden.”
“Good idea, Pushpa.” Samina said. Then she looked at me and said, “Umer, you can easily break free of this device anytime you like. There is nothing forcing you to keep it on, except your promise to me. Afzal is in a similar situation. Pushpa trusts him every bit as much as I trust you. And if you do take it off, I will be very disappointed yes, but it will not mean the end of our marriage, I will only be supremely unhappy but am sure to get over it eventually.”
“That's right,” Pushpa added. “Umer we don't want to change the way things have been so far. You have done everything willingly. Things will go best if you let it continue to be that way, that is being willing.”
I nodded slowly. Their logic was impeccable. In order for anything to work, you have to be willing to do it voluntarily. Both Samina and Pushpa were right in their belief that if my happiness and pleasure, were to purely come from knowing that Samina was being pleasured and fulfilled sexually and of course the accompanying humiliation which I wanted and craved, I would have to accept it willingly. Their locking me up in a cage or iron with an unbreakable lock would server no purpose if I was not a willing participant, but because I was willing, just a simple plastic cage was enough.
“I agree,” I said and smiled at my lovely wife, taking and holding her hand. “I love you, and I love the idea that my pleasure and happiness will come from knowing that you are happy and pleasured.”
Samina smiled, leaned forward and kissed me. “I know darling. This cage is just a symbol, but a powerful one. I look at it on you and know that we are almost where we need to be. Your penis belongs in it, not in me!”
I agreed with her completely. “I promise I will make attempt to remove it, no matter how difficult things get for me.”
Samina kissed me again, and told me to pull up my pants. And that was it. The two women had made me willingly and happily imprison my penis, and promise not attempt to set it free unless Samina wanted it to happen. I still marvel at the ease with which I agreed to it, and how well they handled the situation. Later, that night, as Samina and Pushpa were going out for drinks, Pushpa in a moment of clarity told me that she felt truly blessed and lucky to have Afzal for a husband, as men like him were rarer than red diamonds. I knew that her statement was meant to be a compliment for me as well, and I appreciated it.
I won't lie to you. It was not easy getting used to having that cage on. In fact I never really got used to it. I mean night time erections were always a problem. During the day it was easy keeping things in control, except when Samina was dressing to go on a date, and I was helping her, but at night there were times when I was woken up several times, as the orbs, and the pointed protuberance during into my penis, and the band pulled hard at my balls. But I am proud to say, not once did I consider taking it off, or even asking Samina to take it off me. She did that herself every few weeks or so, giving a hand job for being a good boy, and then promptly locking me up again.
So now you know what I meant about my penis being imprisoned and aching to be set free when Samina described her trip to the Cafe with Pushpa. But over time one does get a little used to, in that I have learnt to keep my voluntary erections in check, and thanks to the pavlovian pain feedback, even some involuntary ones could be checked, like the ones I started to get when Samina and I were being intimate in bed. I noticed an immediately side-effect, that no longer expecting pleasure of any kind for my cock (even from my own hand!) I was a lot more focused, and in-tune with Samina's body and pleasure, and that made it all worthwhile.
After Pushpa left, Samina did not date for a while. She was too busy at work, and at the same some family issues cropped up that required her attention. Nothing serious, just the kind of extended family matters that only a desi person would face and understand.
Finally, Samina got all the stuff taken care of and had time again to get back to her life. She started dating again. This time, it was guy named Amitabh. He was a graduate student in business administration at the university where Samina was taking an evening course in advanced risk management that her employer had asked her to take. Amitabh was in that course too. They had started out being part of the same study group, and then had hit it off.
Amitabh for his part had told Samina that he had a fiancee' in his home town, back in India, and had plans of getting married to her, as soon as he cleared his PhD qualifying exam in 2 years time. But, until then he intended to have fun. He knew that Samina was married, but did not care and hit on her often. He was actually quite blunt and told her, that she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes one, but more than that he had held a long time fantasy of fucking a Pakistani women. Also, before his engagement he had loved fucking married women back in India.
The fact that Samina was both married, and a Pakistani, made it that much more exciting for him. Samina found Amitabhs attitude refreshing, and even though he was not a very good looking guy by any stretch of imagination, she was willing to give him a shot. What she found most likable about him was the fact that while he was clearly interested in her, he did not come across as being one who would beg, or whine about fucking her. He made his desires clear, but left it up to her if she wanted to do it.