Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Samina didn't wait for me to answer. She wasn't really asking permission, just explaining things to me, trying to make the blow softer. The way she was talking -- always telling me I was little, was delightfully humiliating. I was panicked, sacred and hugely thrilled. I actually felt a little sick in the pit of my stomach, but I was also so, so excited. As all this rushed through me, Samina took control again. I suddenly felt a wet finger press into my crack in search for my hole.

"Samina! No... please... don't..." I croaked, trying to move away.
Before I could wriggle away, Samina pressed into me firmly. My anal ring gave, and long finger entered me smoothly and deeply. I gasped, grunted and came instantly, furiously. The feelings were so intense.
"There, there Umer That was nice, wasn't it? It's okay my sweet little man. Just go with this. You're so keyed up, aren't you? I bet if your little wee wee wasn't comatose, it would be be shooting off faster than ever, giving a new meaning to premature!” Samina laughed. “I bet Uncle Anil can last for hours."
With each twitch of penis, my asshole clamped onto Samina's finger. I squealed girlishly and was left panting and twitching and crushed. I was near tears.
Samina kept her finger in me for another minute or two, stretching me. Then she kissed me hard. We lay there cuddling a while, my poor penis throbbing and aching at the same time.
Eventually, we got out of bed. I ached to get erect and pleasure myself! Samina teased me and flicked at it hard with her finger nail, making me squeal again.
"Umer, you're turning into an eager little slut." Samina laughed, as I walked to the shower.
I came out of the shower, to see Samina was at the sink brushing her hair to a high shine. She motioned me over and pointed out of the side window, which overlooked the terrace and pool.
Anil was already out by the pool. He lay on a lounger sunbathing. He was completely naked.
"So what we will do is that you put your speedos on, the really tight green ones, and take him out breakfast," Samina said. "Eggs, toast, juice, coffee and the paper. The works." Samina said with a huge naughty smile on her face.
But, there was no time to play. I rushed down to make Anil breakfast. Amazingly, I was quite calm! I managed not to spill or break anything. I found a vase and put a flower in it, as I would if treating Samina to breakfast in bed. A cut rose for Anil. Samina did say "the works!"
As I emerged into the sunlight, the enormity of what I was about to do struck me. My knees went weak and I felt that familiar tickle in my crotch! I had to stop and put the tray down before I dropped it. I was about to serve breakfast to a naked man old man. This man, my Uncle Anil, was lounging there with his huge cock ostentatiously on show. I dressed in my briefest trunks, showing off my little nub of a soft cock, compared to anaconda.
By taking him breakfast out by the pool, I was telling him Anil that he, with his big cock, was my superior, that I would serve him in my home and that he was welcome to have my beautiful wife. I had no doubt about what was happening. I tired to adjust my penis in the speedo so it was less pronounced, but it was impossible and I gave up. I steadied myself, took a deep breath, picked up the tray and walked on out to the pool.
"Good morning Umer," came Anil's bellowing voice. "Breakfast! That's kind of you. Put it here." He pointed to a low table beside the lounger. "Thank you."
I bent to put the tray down, and straightened up. There was no seat for me, so I stood there towering over him, with the outline of my soft penis clearly visible. He lay there relaxed as can be, taking in the sight of me. My slim tall body, tanned and fit, but with a boy's penis and balls where a man's cock should be. I was struck dumb - not sure what to say or do. I'm not sure I had a thought in my head. I was pure sensation, the slight breeze against the back of my legs, the sunlight on my chest and right cheek. I had my eyes closed against the sun for a while. Then I opened them, carefully looking at his face, and not at his cock.
"Sleep well?" he asked. He had sneer on his face, all arrogance and malice. But our conversation was polite -- mundane.
"Yes thanks. And you?" I asked politely.
"Fine, fine. Gorgeous home you have here Umer. You must be very proud." Uncle Anil smiled at me.
As we chatted, Anil shifted in his chair. He spread his legs wide. His right knee, the one furthest from me, came up and the sole of the foot planted itself flat on the lounger. His other leg opened to the side until the sole was flat on the terrace's flag stones. A classic pose - displaying his cock in all its glory.
"You and Samina got any plans today Tim?" Uncle Anil asked.
"No. Nothing particular." I replied truthfully, although I was sure Samina had many plans, she just hadn't shared them with me.
My eyes left his grinning old man's face and slowly moved down his body -- worn and ugly, but so powerful. The skin on his thick, strong neck was saggy and wrinkled -- it seemed to gather at the bottom of his neck. The heavy hard deltoid muscles on his shoulders were clearly defined and the relaxed arms on his side were thick, heavy and muscular. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest was enormous - the pectorals hard and pronounced, covered in a heavy matting of white hair. Underneath the hair were clearly visible scars, and big dark moles and skin blemishes. The skin, again, was loose and he had stretch marks. His abdominal muscles were heavy and distinct, even as he lay there at ease. I looked past his groin quickly to his stringy legs, muscled and veined, ugly with knots, like old branches. And then I looked up again. There it was. His huge, lolling cock.
"That's good, very good. We can spend the day by the pool, catching up. Maybe a barbecue later? I love streak." Uncle Anil said nonchalantly, making no indication of what he thought of me staring at his body.
I was staring openly now. "Yes a barbecue. That would be nice," I said stupidly.
Our chat cut off. No pretence was needed now. I was just going to stare at the monster between Uncle Anil's splayed legs. It was bigger than I had remembered. Long, and thick! At the head, as broad and bulbous as a fist. It sprouted out of a heavy white pubic bush and curved down to rest on the plastic of the lounger, way down towards his knee. It was veined and misshapen in places. There was nothing smooth or graceful about this cock. It was a cudjel.
Anil's hand reached down slowly and hefted the cock over his thigh pointing its heavy, blunt tip towards me. This exposed the big pendulous scrotum. I took it all in -- every vein and ridge and sag of skin, the great curve of it, the obvious weight. It was tremendous. I know it's a cliché, but this was a weapon -- something you could do harm with.
"What do you think?" Anil finally asked me.
"It's amazing." I said softly, no sense in denying that I was staring at it, feeling envious and hating him for having such a lovely specimen of manhood. I always envied Samina's lovers, for their endowment, but this time it was worse, a lot worse.
Uncle Anil took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly and firmly, five or six times. It didn't get hard, but then it was never really soft.
"Your Mama loved this. You know, I used to fuck her from time to time, just to keep her from despairing and leaving your dad. And I think Samina will like it too." Anil laughed, and my mouth dropped open.
“My mom?” I said, my throat dry, could it be?
“Oh yes, Umer. Looks like small cocks run in your family. Your dad was not much better endowed than you are!” Uncle Anil pointed at my speedo. “And then one day, quite by accident she saw me naked, and well.... nature took its course! We had some fun times together. She was a real tiger, had no trouble in taking all of me! We had to be real careful of course so that your father never found it! It was great!”
"It's huge," I added, another idiotic, unnecessary, comment. I was in a daze.
"Umer, I'm going to fuck Samina. I know she wants it. She kissed me like a slut on heat last night. Do you mind?" Uncle laughed. “And don't worry, I didn't betray your mother, and I won't betray you! I just want to fuck your wife! Give her what you can't!” Uncle Anil laughed. Of course he had no idea of our lifestyle.
I said nothing, just stood there still trying to digest all that he had said to me.
"Come closer." Uncle Anil's voice suddenly broke my reverie.
I moved towards him.
"Show me what you have." He said it softly, but clearly he was demanding that I do it.
I hesitated. I didn't want to show him my penis. He could see it anyway, through my trunks. And he had had seen it before many years ago, anyway.
"Do it Umer. Show me what you have!” Uncle Anil said again.
I did as I was told. I pulled my speedos to my knee and stood back up for inspection
"Is this it? Your manhood? It's even small than I remembered!" He laughed out, a loud barking, taunting laugh. I felt myself go red.
"It's tiny Umer! And it's soft! I bet it rarely gets hard, and even when it does, I doubt it s big enough to pleasure a woman! No wonder Samina is so desperate." Uncle Anil gave me a triumphant look.
Suddenly Samina's voice rang out. "Umer, there's a call from your office. Some kind of emergency."
"I've got to go, Uncle Anil. Sorry." I said, hurriedly pulling up my speedos, as Uncle Anil snickered again.
"No problem Umer. I'm sure Samina and I will have a fine old time. Thanks for the breakfast.” Uncle Anil smiled and scratched his cock.
I got dressed and met Samina in the kitchen. We stood in front of at each other in silence for a few minutes. Samina opened her arms to me and went to her, burying my face in he breasts and pressing my erect penis into her thigh, hugging her hard. There was no time for Samina to put the cage back on so I was going free!
"I'll tell you everything when you get back, every last detail. There's nothing to worry about at all, do you understand? This isn't going to change a thing. Uncle Anil is going too have me and... there really isn't anything you can do about that. It's going to be really great fun, for all of us. You'll see. Trust me on this." Samina smiled at. She pulled me close and we kissed, deeply, wetly, as if we were about to make love, as if she were hungry for me. She was hot and sexy, but I was heading off to work, leaving her to my Uncle Anil. "No off you go, Umer. Call me when you're on the way home."
An hour or so later, I was at work in the main meeting room, pouring over some printouts from our plant in Chinas. Our latest product run had produced a fault. It was going to be a long day. We had to re-issue the specification before the end of the day to avoid a massive loss on one of our key new products.
My mobile phone throbbed in my pocket. It was a message from Samina. I stepped away from the desk and took out my phone. I opened the message. Across the large screen, a picture opened up. It showed Samina's beautiful face covered in streams of cum -- it was in her hair, on her forehead, one eye was forced shut by a huge glob, it hung off her nose and chin, streamed down her cheeks. He mouth hung open slackly, revealing a mouth full of sperm. Her face was turned up to the camera, a look of almost religious rapture across it. Uncle Anil had obviously taken the picture. At the bottom of the picture you could see the still-bubbling head of his enormous cock, held adoringly in Samina's two hands and pressed tightly to the side of her neck.
I worked through the day, into the late afternoon. The senior members of my technical team and I got the job done and a major crisis was averted. The production line in China could resume work in a few hours.
I was, of course, very agitated all day. It was so difficult to keep my mind on the work. At home, I'd left Samina, my lovely Samina, in the hands of Uncle Anil – a sexually aggressive bully and egotist with a cock like a horse. She was willing, of course, she had told me she wanted Anil to fuck her... but I felt that I had abandoned her, left her to the wolf. Of course I had to work, it was a crisis. But what was really more important, my work or my wife? I was leaving my wife to be fucked by another, superior, man. I couldn't get away from the. Nothing would be the same again.
So many times, my mind wandered, imagining what they were doing. At times I felt sick with anxiety and jealousy. A raw fear, a kind of panic, welled up again and again. Was I losing my wife to Anil? What would happen to us? Would she leave me? Would she want me again? Would her beautiful cunt, the centre of her womanhood, be too stretched to feel me? Of course, I was deeply, enormously excited too. I barely lost my little, steely, dripping erection all day. Showing my boy's penis to Anil had been degrading, embarrassing. But knowing my wife was in my home with Anil – that they were fucking, becoming lovers, and that I had consented this - was mortifying humiliation of a different order. It was deeper, more shameful. I was giving up what made me a man, I was being cuckolded, allowing another man to have my wife. A former me was disappearing – the husband, the head of the household.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I got another text from Samina. I excused myself and shut myself in my office. My hands shook as I opened the message. A text read: 'you've got mail, with love Samina and Uncle Anil." In my inbox, on my computer, a video clip awaited me.
The shaky picture showed Samina's breasts in close-up. The beautiful pale mounds shook violently and in rhythm. The nipples were deep pink and erect, the areola almost brown. Samina was making a repetitive high sound – part grunt, part yelp, almost a bark. It was an amazing sound, somewhere between deep joy and pain. It took me a second to work out what was happening. The realisation, hit me with a sudden rush, taking my breath away.
Uncle Anil was pounding into Samina slowly and powerfully. He was actually fucking my wife. The camera, surely our home video camera, zoomed out a little. The picture showed all of Samina's top half. Her taut stomach, twisted and strained to cushion the impact of the bone-juddering thrusts, her heavy breasts shuddered, under them her ribcage heaved to draw in enough air. Her long neck was tense, her head twisted to the side and thrown back, her beautiful, heavy-lipped mouth stretched wide open. The fringe of Samina's hair covered her eyes. She was hiding or hidden. I wanted to see her eyes so much, to see in them what Uncle Anil's huge cock was doing to her.
Anil's free hand came up and caressed her right breast. At first, he stroked gently from underneath, across the swollen nipple, until the entire tit was in his hand. Then he squeezed down hard. The flesh pressed out between the fingers, the nipple seemed to swell, to project further. Samina groaned loudly. The misshapen breast seemed to collapse, its natural shape lost. Anil's hand was a horrible clawed thing, with worn, reptilian skin, the nails rutted and slightly curved, the back of it hairy. Age always seem to show on hands. His powerful fingers were almost skeletal... Anil was like a vicious animal, assaulting my wife's beautiful body.
Samina's arms were thrown out to the side, holding onto the table edges to brace against the hammering. She was crucified on Anil's cock, lost in her own world of pleasure and pain. The camera tilted down. It took a moment to adjust to the change of light, for the picture to reform, but there it was... his enormous cock, purple and shiny, hot looking, driving slowly in and out of Samina. It looked like a huge snake; it looked like the fat end of a roughed-up baseball bat was battering into her mechanically. It was not human, too big, too, too hard, too heavy. Yet I had no doubt that it was taking Samina to paradise and back several times.

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