Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Why are you holding your crotch honey? Did your little wifey hurt her cuckold's tiny little balls? Should I kick them to see if their still alive? I could kick them with this sexy high heel couldn't I honey! I bet that if I did kick them and kick those little things hard enough, they would probably shrivel up and die, wouldn't they baby?" Samina sounded demonically happy.

I was afraid that she would do it so I kept my hand held tightly to my little sac as I groaned through the panties in my mouth. Vinod chipped in and said that he would hold my arms back if she wanted him to. That way she could really kick them hard. She didn't kick me but she did tell me to think it over as she straddled my face and lowered her cummy pussy to my open mouth.
Samina kissed Vinod passionately while rubbing her sloppy cunt on my lips but I couldn't lick at them due to her panties still being crammed inside my mouth. Samina wanted me to catch all of her lover's potent sperm as it oozed from her tummy so Samina reached between her legs and with her fingers, dug her pink panty out of my mouth. Her fingers pushed deeply into her sloppy pussy to help extract some of the precious cum. She scooped gob after gob of the sticky fuck out of her cunt and into my sucking mouth then she started to rock wildly on my face as small contractions forced more of the warm fluid onto my eager tongue.
Having finished, Samina got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Vinod was finished dressing when my beautiful wife returned but I was still sitting on the floor thinking about what had just happened. The lover's briefly kissed and Samina looked down at me smiling.
"We are going out now honey, don't wait up we will be very late. Oh, by the way; while we are out, you can think about the little wedding dress you want me to wear and the lingerie to wear underneath it. Bye bye little cuckold." Samina giggled teasing me one more time.
They left our house hand in hand and I sat there tugging my little penis, dreaming about my hot little wife and her wearing a naughty little bridal gown before her tummy started to swell. I looked down and noticed her tiny panties on the floor. Did she put on another pair? If not, a lot of people will see her smooth pussy under that short little skirt!
Anyway, the very next afternoon, as soon as she returned from her date with Vinod, the first thing Samina did was put the cage back on, only this time, instead of putting the plastic tie, she used a small titanium lock, for added security she pointed out with a laugh and a tickle of my testicles.
“I hope I didn't hurt these too much! They still server a useful purpose!” Samina giggled and cupped my balls.
Samina told me much later that the entire evening had proceeded exactly as Vinod had asked her to make it happen. He loved belittling men, whose wives he fucked, but could only do so very indirectly so far, and was dying to do it for real. Samina gladly made it happen for him. Oh, and Vinod became a fairly constant fixture in Samina's life for the next several years. She was totally taken in by his personality and his stardom. The fact that she had grown up idolizing him and was not getting fucked by him was just too much for her. Vinod for his part, made sure to stop over to spend at least 2 weeks with us every time he was in the US for an event (which happened at least once a year), and when he could not make it for a even, he would fly over to vacation with us. And while he was in town, Samina was exclusively his. Not that it was a problem for her, because Samina always preferred being exclusive to her boyfriends as much as possible, for as long as they dated.
Anyway, Vinod's departure did not lead to much of down time for Samina and me, as the day after her left, I got a call from my dad, that my uncle Anil would be in our town on a business trip and that it would be nice if we offered to put him up. Well, as my fellow sub-continentals would know, you don't say no to your parents, particularly when it comes to offering hospitality.
Now, as you can figure out for yourself, Anil is not really an uncle, but he was my dad's business partner for many years, and a regular fixture in my life, growing up. I always had a bit of a queasy feeling about him, as he could be very crude, and gruff. As a child I thought of him as a Hobbit. He is short and wiry, and now, at 60 years old, entirely bald. He was always incredibly fit and muscled from military service. Anil has a very strong, commanding physical presence to go with his manner. I never understood why my parents liked him so much, why they even tolerated him.
He was very forceful and arrogant. Plus, there was this one time, when I was 17, and our families had gone on a camping trip together. The campground had a small, secluded shower area, and one morning I was showering there, and had just finished, when in walked Uncle Anil! I did not even have time to wrap a towel around me! So in he walked and saw me stark naked in all my glory. He made a rather half-hearted apology, as he turned around and leave. And as he walked away, I heard him snicker and softly say “a pencil surrounded by 2 peas! Hah!” To make matters worse, Uncle Anil made sure that I got to see his own cock several times, and well suffice to say, he was well within his rights to make fun of mine!
No mention was every made of that event, but still whenever I saw him, he would give me a knowing look, making me feel very uncomfortable. And although he had always been very proper with my mother, Uncle did had a reputation as being a ladies man. So you can imagine that I was not entirely happy that Uncle Anil would be staying with us. I had no idea if he was well-endowed, but figured that he was. There was a real chance that Samina would want him, and if he even suspected that Samina was available, he would make sure that he took her. I was not sure of the wisdom of Samina being with someone this close to my family too. But as the Romans used to say alea jacta est. I had been backed into a corner by my dad and had no choice. Uncle Anil was coming to my house and that was that!
Uncle Anil arrived on Sunday night, and immediately hugged harder and longer than I felt was entirely necessary, given that it was their first meeting, and that she was not in anyway related to him. But Anil didn't seem to care, and Samina made no objection, so I kept quiet. Besides Anil was being unusually charming and delightful, and thanked us profusely for putting up with him for the week. The evening, was fun, in its way. Anil was on form, telling stories and charming Samina as only he could. Finally, a little short of midnight, Uncle Anil expressed a desire to go to sleep, and Samina offered to show him to the guest room and help settled him in. An offer that naturally Uncle Anil happily accepted.
Samina came into our bedroom about 20 minutes later with a huge grin on her face.
"What is it?" I was in bed waiting for her.
"Oh, nothing. You know, you warned me about him." Samina went into the bathroom to remove make up and brush her teeth. She got into bed, dressed in one of her short cotton nighties.
"Tell me. What has he done now?" I asked.
Samina laughed. "He was quite brazen! He went on and on about how sexy I was, and asked loads of questions about our sex life. I was a little surprised at first, about how up front he was, but then took it in stride!"
"Oh God! I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. He is such a crude man. I'll ask him to leave tomorrow morning, straight after breakfast." I said. I did not think Samina would be interested in him, particularly since those days she was 'dating' a black man whom she had met at a few weeks earlier a bar.
"No, it's okay, Umer. It's funny, sort of." Samina cuddled up to me, laying her head on my chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up across my thighs.
"What did he ask?" I wanted to know.
"He asked if you could handle 'such a hot wife'. How often we did it? What kind of lover you were? Was I satisfied?" Samina said cheerfully.
"What did you say?" I asked, my throat dry, voice a little hoarse.
"I brushed him off. I'm not talking to him about that sort of thing." Samina said.
"Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully." I said.
"He went on and on about my butt... how round and firm it looked, called it 'fuckable'. And my breasts. He said they must jiggle about when you're 'pounding away' in me. He is so rude, and it's creepy coming from an old man like that. He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted." Samina said taking a deep breath.
I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting an erection in my cage. As soon as I became conscious of it, I twisted a little trying to keep my penis from getting any more harder, as the pain dug into the shaft and head.
"He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting I give him a kiss on the lips." Samina held me tighter and her leg came further up pressed onto my thigh. “I mean had it been anyone else I would have gladly complied, but this is almost family, so I was not so sure.”
I nodded agreement, but knew that Samina would soon know the truth of how I really felt.
Samina's hand reached for my crotch and immediately it brushed against my cockhead, which was as hard as was possible under the cage. "Umer. Christ. This is exciting you, isn't it? What a little pervert you are." Samina's hand reached up to my groin. Her fingers opened up the hole in the front of my pyjamas and massaged my scrotum, then she took me in her hand and stoked gently and slowly. I loved the feeling, but wished I could get erect and enjoy it even more.
"Go on," I said. This came out as a constricted croak.
Samina chuckled. "He wouldn't let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my mouth. He caught me by surprise." Samina paused. She was playing with my balls, me harder now, still slow. I was streaming pre-cum.
"He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom and one hand went up my jumper and mauled my breast. He got inside the bra and tweaked my nipple hard. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away he had got what he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said, 'goodnight sweet, sexy Samina. See you tomorrow.' As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me, against my tightly. I felt his hard, hot cock. It felt huge and heavy and hard as iron. That was it. That's what happened."
Samina was still caressing me slowly. We were both breathing heavily.
"What do you find hottest? Anil's behaviour? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me? That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge cock? He's much, much bigger than you, you know. He's absolutely enormous, like a horse. Do you think that why your Mum liked having him around? Was he her lover? Is it knowing that I will want to fucked by someone who is almost like family to you?" Samina laughed.
Samina's words about Anil and Mom hit home. For me it was always a respectful relationship between them. But then I recalled instances of seeing them exchange knowing looks, or Anil accidentally brushing her inner thigh as they sat somewhere, and instead of jumping up, my mom just giving him a quick smile. I wondered if what Samina had said about them was the truth.
Samina the moved on top of men, and straddled my head, and let herself down on me smoothly, all the way. She was hot and wet. I didn't move. I stuck my tongue out, and gently flicked it at her wet opening. Samina smiled at me and she ground down on me gently. She pulled her nighty off her shoulders to bare her breasts. She ground her cunt hard against my mouth, trying to take my active tongue as far as she could.
"He's not going to stop his flirting and groping, you know. I bet he gets more adventurous, ruder, more demanding... he'll definitely want more... what are we going to do... if he wants to go further... wants to fuck me, you know....and... I'm fascinated... .. how would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him... ugly and nasty you know, monstrous... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry slut...And someone who could reveal your little perverted secret to your family and friends?" Samina was babbling. Everything came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes she groaned or sighed and at times I could barely make out what she was saying. She got more and more excited as she went, grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm.
I stayed with her, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight, trying to keep my tongue going, and damning my drug induced impotence.
"Or maybe you want him... I bet he'll let you suck it too!... I bet he'd fuck you till you screamed like a little bitch..." Samina laughed, and looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust. "Umer, my darling little Umer... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want you uncle's monster cock?" Samina stroked my face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off me. She stood up on the bed and turned round. She lowered her magnificent behind slowly onto my face, settling the rosebud of her arsehole onto my nose and her flooded, swampy cunt onto my mouth. Soon I was lost in pleasuring her.
I woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread and excitement. I knew last night's events would have consequences, repercussions. I lay with my back to Samina thinking about what had happened, how turned on I had been, how forward... how slutty Samina had been with Uncle Anil. The fact that Samina was slutty was in itself hardly novel, but what made if novel, was the person she had been slutty with!
And her suggestion, last night that I should suck Anil's big cock, that I would scream "like a little bitch" if he fucked me, was too much. She had sat on my face and reached her orgasm as I licked her sweet, velvety, cream from inside her. As we fell asleep, my face was slimy with her juices. All this felt deviant, dirty, wildly exciting. Last night she was radiant and forceful -- more beautiful and sexy that ever. I was amazed that even now, after having cuckolded me with so many men, Samina had the capacity to push boundaries.
As I lay there wide awake, I tried to stay still, not to wake Samina. My little soft penis felt ticklish, and throbbed a little, though it remained dead as ever. As the minutes ticked slowly by, all sorts of scenarios ran through my addled brain -- things I had never thought of or fantasized about before.
Then Samina began to stir. She spooned into my back, pressing herself against me. Her hand reached slowly around me, playing over my chest, my stomach and downwards. I tensed up, my body going rigid, as it sought out my soft penis. Samina laughed lightly as her fingers found the little soft shaft, and held it lightly.
"Good morning dirty little man. Been thinking about Anil and his monster cock?"
"No!" I snorted.
"Don't lie to me Umer. It's quite natural for a man with a little penis to be in awe of a man with a huge cock." Samina said, very serious.
I was silent. Samina never spoke like this. What was going on? What was she after? Was it a game, a tease, or was she serious? I was anxious and humiliated and fantastically excited, as her finger tips played across my semi-hard dick head.
"It's okay, Umer! Don't be ashamed," Samina said kindly. "I bet his cock is... beautiful. I certainly want it. Imagine it, being compared to your twig. I'll teach you to suck it really well. Would you like that? Maybe he'll fuck you in the ass too, ooooh that would be so naughty!” Samina laughed.
"Samina, I'm not gay. I don't want to suck Anil's cock, and I don't want him to fuck me. It's just it's so big, and he's so... aggressive... and... he wants you and you say you want him... I can understand that completely! But it is a little risky!" I said, breathing heavily.
"Of course, I know you're not gay Umer. You're my gorgeous, loving, good husband. But that doesn't mean we can't have you try a big cock like Anil's. I would not mind watching that actually. I am sure it would make one sexy sight! So don't be ashamed. I want to see you on your knees before your uncle, your superior, sexually speaking. It's just the way it is, a fact of life. In the cock department, he's a god and you are... well, a little mortal man, a boy really. Imagine how exciting that would be to give pleasure to him. I'm your wife, and I'll always love you. But that cock. I have to have it, risks be damned! Do you understand?" Samina said, squeezing my balls, and pinching my scrotum a little.