04-05-2019, 12:39 PM
Chapter 79
Samina stood up unsteadily on the bed. I took Uncle Anil's cock in my hands. It was hard and heavy, so solid. The skin was soft, almost silky, but underneath it was pure muscle, like rock. I looked at it closely as I stood it up under my wife. The skin was uneven, wrinkles gathered at the base amongst the heavy white hairs. I held it firmly in my right hand and ran my finger tips of my left lightly along it, really feeling it.
There were little marks on the skin, maybe scars. And tiny pale spots. A little rash on one side, some redness. It was so thick! I made a circle with my hands and stroked up and down, wanking Anil. He sort of growled. I looked up, and gave him a shy smile. He winked at me, encouraging me. The head was not the widest part of the cock. It was darker, especially around the bottom edge of the glans. The hood of the cock was shiny as its eye drooled. I lent forward and licked the head. It was an impulse. I needed to taste it. Then I tried to wet it as much as possible, to make it easier for Samina.
It was time!I held the cock in one hand, and reached up to stroke Samina's ass – a signal that Uncle Anil's cock was ready for her. Samina bent her knees until her cunt nudged the tip. Anil held up his hands on the ends of his strong arms. She grabbed them to steady herself. Samina, was breathing hard as she lowered herself onto Uncle Anil. Her head was bowed, staring between her thighs. She looked solemn, serious, almost like she was lost in worship. Apart from her breathing, there was silence. Her legs started to shake with the strain of crouching. She had a choice; to lean on Anil's hands, or to let herself down.
Samina straightened up, aligned her back with the column below her and let gravity's pull take her down. "Oooohh... fuck... fuck... fuck... that... aaaahhhhkkkkk... is so big..." She shouted this at the ceiling. Her head shook from side to side. She'd broken out in a sweat. Her body glistened, breasts heaved as she struggled to with her breathing. "Anil... Anil... Anil..."
With each intake of breath she whistled, with each exhalation she shouted almost screamed his name, again and again. She sank down. I'd been watching her face, her shouting and had not seen the head disappear into her. Four or five inches were inside her. She was settling onto the thickest part of the cock. I looked now at her cunt. The labia was stretched hugely, thin and pale. ... too, too much. It don't look human - Uncle Anil's unnatural girth entering her body, easily, wet as it was with my saliva and Samina's cream.
Slowly Samina calmed and started breathing deeply. "Ummmeerrrr! This cock isssss magical! It lurrrveee it soooooo much!"
Uncle Anil was watching Samina closely. He turned to me and caught my eye. He winked at me again, and then gave his hips a little jerk.
Samina screamed. She was not ready for this. Suddenly, she was not in control, Uncle Anil was. The sudden shove took Samina by surprise. "Ohhhhh. Stop! Pleeeeaaaaase. Anil.... don.....don't stawwwwp! Oooooooohhhhh! "
I could see Uncle Anil was impatient now, he would not have stopped even if Samina had begged him to, his lust too strong. He wanted his cock buried in my wife and he got what he wanted. He thrust up into her hard now, a series of heavy jerks. With each, Samina screamed and panted, her eyes glazed over.
We conspired to against her. Anil's arms bent and he let go of her hands so that she had no support. I strained to hold his cock straight up so that each thrust beat directly into her. Then I took my hands away. He was going all the way. In and out. Uncle Anil was going into Samina balls deep.
Samina's screams, and howls became continuous. Her freed arms thrashed, as she twisted with pleasure, and sank and sank and sank inexorably down. Anil was unrelenting. Samina fell forward onto he lover. She was still screaming as she grabbed his face and kissed him, chewed on his lips. The scream subsided and I heard her mumbled into his mouth, "Bastard, bastard, bastard." She lifted herself, her arms either side of Anil's head as he started to stroke slowly and deeply into her.
I sat back on my heels and watched Uncle Anil fuck my wife mercilessly. Samina totally lost to her pleasure and the experience. Soon, without even touching myself, my small cock shot its load right onto Samina's thigh, but she did not even notice it. She was too busy riding Anil with total abandon, as he kneaded and pinched her nipples, player with her clitoris, and pulled her hair randomly.
Finally, I saw Samina shudder violently, as her moans, screams, and pants became more and more shallower and frequent. She stopped raising and lowering herself in Uncle Anil's cock, but just sat with it completely inside here, as she ground her pelvis against his. Both of them moaned and I saw Uncle Anil stiffen. Both were close to orgasm, well Uncle Anil was, Samina already had several small orgasms, and was now preparing for the big one.
It happened with a loud “oooohhhh, ahhhhhh” as she collapsed on top of Uncle Anil, both of them breathing heavily.
I was at a loss for words, my penis was hard again, but I did not touch it. I just sat there enjoying the lovely, sexy, erotic, humiliating sight of my wife, Uncle Anil's cock still in her, collapsed on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her eyes closed, and his hands roaming all over the her buttocks, occasionally caressing her butt crack, and finger brushing up against her asshole.
Finally, after a good 15 minutes, Samina slowly rolled off Uncle Anil, his semi-hard cock slipping out her with a wet, sloppy “slurp”, covered in a thick white mixture of their combined creams. The room filled up with the piquant aroma of their sex. What a sexy sight it was.
Samina lay on her back, with her legs splayed open. I saw a gaping hole on her reddened pussy. Uncle Anil was leaking out of her.
“What are you waiting for?” Samina said dreamily, opening her eyes and looking at me, as she caressed her chest and nipples.
I knew exactly what she meant, and immediately positioned myself between her legs and started lapping up her well-fucked pussy like well-trained, well-cuckolded husband. It was all so erotic. But Uncle Anil did not see me clean his deposit from my wife, he was asleep, loud snores coming from him. I did not care, I was too busy licking Samina clean, the strong salty taste of their juices intoxicating me like some perfect wine. When there was no more to clean up from Samina, I got off the bed and saw that Samina too had fallen asleep.
I quietly went out of the room, and washed up, before making myself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room reflecting on Uncle Anil and how he had fucked the two most important women in my life! I actually felt sorry for my father, that he never got the experience with my mom and Uncle Anil, all that I had experienced with Samina and Uncle Anil. I felt like the luckiest husband ever.
For the rest of week, Uncle Anil displaced me in the the bedroom. And to my disappointment I only got to see him fuck Samina just two more times. The other times, they preferred to do it behind closed doors, although I was always summoned to clean up after. Uncle Anil got a real kick out of seeing me lick his cum out of Samina.
When he left to go back home, Uncle Anil thanked us, and told us that now we had embarked on me becoming a cuckold, we should not stop. He said that Samina was too beautiful and special a lady to be confined to having sex with just one man, and that too a small-cocked on. She deserved much better, and he hoped that I would not stand in her way.
Samina and I had a good laugh about his parting words! If he had only known the truth! Maybe he did and did not let on. Samina and I agreed, that she had given in to him a little too easily. A man with Uncle Anil's experience with life could not have missed just how wanton, and easy Samina had been. Hardly the muted reactions one would expect from a demure, traditional wife, fucking a man outside her marriage for the first time. We often wondered, but never found out, if Uncle Anil really knew the truth. You see after that trip of his, Samina never got together with him again.
The moment we got home from dropping off Uncle Anil at the airport Samina rushed up to the bedroom and came back down the cage. “Time to put this back on! Your penis has been free for far too long, and I know you have not been able to control yourself!”
I was not really surprised by Samina's words. In fact I had been mentally preparing myself for this moment all morning. Fortunately I did not start to get erect, and Samina was able to snap the cage locked quite easily.
“There now,” Samina giggled. “Just how it should be. I will never make the mistake of giving you so much freedom ever again!” She said putting the key away.
After Uncle Anil left, things returned to sort of normal for us. Well normal in the sense that one would expect for cuckold and hotwife. Samina had few one-night stands. Also she had a business conference to attend in Las Vegas, and ended up spending the 3 nights there with three different guys, none of them was anything spectacular, so I will spare you what Samina told me about them. Frankly, she admitted that after her recent encounters with Vinod and Anil, the new men she had been with just could not compare, in size or in sexual technique.
Okay, so far you have seen Samina be a tease only with me. Well the fact is that not only does she love teasing me, she loves teasing her lovers too. The next encounter that I describe is one where she teased a lover immensely before getting into bed with him. Or you might say that he teased her before taking her into his bed. Either way, it was a slow process, specially when compared to Samina's time with Vinod, and Uncle Anil. Not all her encounters (even to this day!) happen to be as fast and intense as the ones with Vinod, and Uncle Anil. And this was one encounter where I did not get to see anything first hand (well at least at first), only hear about it from Samina.
I should warn you that this encounter is very very tame, when compared to Samina's previous two encounters. But I found it interesting enough to share with you.
One of the things about living in Florida, is that you are almost always overrun by tourists, it does not matter what time of year it is. One day, I was sitting in my office, concentrating on the latest numbers, when I was jerked back to reality by my buzzing cell phone. It was Bishan calling. He had been trying to get in touch with Samina all morning for an urgent matter, but she was not answering. In desperation, he called me.
I told him that Samina was in an all day meeting and was probably not in a position to answer her phone, and that I would be happy to assist him if I could. At that, Bishan explained that a bunch of radio stations in Miami had gotten together to run a “Thank the boys!” campaign, in order to provide dates for a group of visiting US marines, whose ship would be docking in Miami the next morning. They would be in town for about a month, and had been promised dates for that Friday night. It was simply meant to be a dinner date or the movies, just providing a bit of company for those poor marines who had spent an a 12 month deployment in Iraq, and then several more weeks on board their troopship.
Unfortunately, one of the girls who had agreed to date one of the more than 2,000 Marines, had pulled out and they were hard pressed to find a replacement. Bishan wanted to know if I knew any girls who could go out for a dinner date at the last moment. He strongly hinted that he would love it if Samina would be available. I laughed and told him that the moment he had mentioned the campaign, I knew that he was calling to request that Samina take part in it. I also told him that I could easily yes Samina would be happy to agree, but I was not sure if she had other plans, so I would get back to him as soon as I could speak to her about. A very happy Bishan hung up.
Later that afternoon I rang my darling wife Samina, and asked her how would she like to go out for dinner on Friday night to a real nice restaurant.
"So where are you taking me, and whats the occasion?" Samina asked understandably mystified.
I explained the situation, that the radio station would be paying for the date and. I told her I thought it would be a great opportunity for her to get out for a nice night out, assuring her it would be safe to be with the marine. Exactly, as I had expected, Samina gladly accepted. She loved going to Miami, and needed any excuse to do so. The fact that she would also get a chance to date what could well be a hunky marine was just an added sweetner. so I rang my Bishan back and got details of the arrangements. Samina was be picked up by him, and then introduced to her date in town. The date would bring her home afterwards.
So, come Friday evening, a very excited and happy Samina went off to Miami with Bishan, chattering away, mostly about Vinod, and when she would have the pleasure of seeing him again. Bishan gave me a knowing smirk when Samina first mentioned Vinod that evening.
I had left the front porch light on when I went to bed that night, not expecting Samina back till quite late. However, I could fall asleep, and was still awake when I heard the car drive up our driveway and stop, the headlights turn off and the motor switched off. It must have been at least twenty minutes later before I heard the front door open, so I turned our bedside light on.
Samina came in looking a little dishevelled, but with a big smile on her face, even though there was no lipstick on her lush lips. "Hello Umer, darling, you didn't have to wait up for me!" she half-joked, half-whispered.
"I didn't darling, I came to bed almost an hour ago, but hadn't fallen asleep. I just put the light on now for you" I replied, watching Samina, as she removed her dress, revealing her sexy body just covered in a pair of very brief lacy panties that were her preferred covering if she wasn't wearing a g-string or even nothing at all under her dress.
"Did you have a good night though?" I asked finally, unable to contain my curiosity.
"Yes, he turned out to be 35 year old, tall dark and handsome, with the emphasis on dark. A full blooded African American! He was everything you picture when you think of US Marine! His name was Sam." Samina told me, then continued, "he took me to a nice restaurant, ensured I ordered whatever I wanted and got a really nice bottle of white wine. We had a lovely long conversation over dinner, he was most interesting to talk to, had some very interesting and often tragic stories about his time in Iraq. He has seen so much. I was glad to let him talk, he clearly needed to unburden a little. I was glad he could do that with me. Then we just talked about the usual stuff, and I told him about the city, and where to go, what to see, as this was his first time in Miami." Samina said. She sounded clearly very happy at how the evening went.
"So you enjoyed his company then?" I probed.
"Yes, he was a real gentleman, held my arm as we walked, opened the door for me and looked after me very well. It was a great first date!" she responded.
"I take it from that there will be a second date then?" I asked.
"Well, yes, if you don't mind, darling. I had a great night out. I must thank Bishan for thinking of me." Samina smiled at me.
“I'm glad you got a nice night out and I'm very happy for you to have another one. You really deserve it. But how come you sat outside for so long, why didn't you invite him in?" I asked.
"Well I didn't want to disturb you at this late hour and I guess we sat and talked for a bit although he did kiss me goodnight. I hope you don't mind?" Samina gave me coy, naughty, knowing smile.
"Of course I mind! You are my wife, how dare he kiss you!” I laughed. Then serious again, I said, “I just hope that you had a good night out, and if you enjoyed yourself, I assume you gave him a proper good night kiss!"
"At first he just kissed me briefly with a light thank you kiss on the lips, but as I had put my hands on his head and held him while he kissed me, he came back for a second and then a third kiss, each one more demanding than the first until, yes, he did put his in tongue in my mouth and I reciprocated. You know how I can't resist kissing hunks!” Samina laughed.
"Yes, but didn't he fondle those beautiful breasts?" I asked, trying to sound disappointed!
"Only at the end, during our last kiss. He had a hand quite close to my breast and I moved suddenly so that his hand was on my breast outside my dress and I made no attempt to make him move it. He just gave me a quick squeeze as we separated from our embrace." Samina said simply, she too sounded a little disappointed that things did not go further.
"So I take it you enjoyed your goodnight kiss and cuddle then and are looking forward to more next week?" I asked with a soft smile on my face.
Samina stood up unsteadily on the bed. I took Uncle Anil's cock in my hands. It was hard and heavy, so solid. The skin was soft, almost silky, but underneath it was pure muscle, like rock. I looked at it closely as I stood it up under my wife. The skin was uneven, wrinkles gathered at the base amongst the heavy white hairs. I held it firmly in my right hand and ran my finger tips of my left lightly along it, really feeling it.
There were little marks on the skin, maybe scars. And tiny pale spots. A little rash on one side, some redness. It was so thick! I made a circle with my hands and stroked up and down, wanking Anil. He sort of growled. I looked up, and gave him a shy smile. He winked at me, encouraging me. The head was not the widest part of the cock. It was darker, especially around the bottom edge of the glans. The hood of the cock was shiny as its eye drooled. I lent forward and licked the head. It was an impulse. I needed to taste it. Then I tried to wet it as much as possible, to make it easier for Samina.
It was time!I held the cock in one hand, and reached up to stroke Samina's ass – a signal that Uncle Anil's cock was ready for her. Samina bent her knees until her cunt nudged the tip. Anil held up his hands on the ends of his strong arms. She grabbed them to steady herself. Samina, was breathing hard as she lowered herself onto Uncle Anil. Her head was bowed, staring between her thighs. She looked solemn, serious, almost like she was lost in worship. Apart from her breathing, there was silence. Her legs started to shake with the strain of crouching. She had a choice; to lean on Anil's hands, or to let herself down.
Samina straightened up, aligned her back with the column below her and let gravity's pull take her down. "Oooohh... fuck... fuck... fuck... that... aaaahhhhkkkkk... is so big..." She shouted this at the ceiling. Her head shook from side to side. She'd broken out in a sweat. Her body glistened, breasts heaved as she struggled to with her breathing. "Anil... Anil... Anil..."
With each intake of breath she whistled, with each exhalation she shouted almost screamed his name, again and again. She sank down. I'd been watching her face, her shouting and had not seen the head disappear into her. Four or five inches were inside her. She was settling onto the thickest part of the cock. I looked now at her cunt. The labia was stretched hugely, thin and pale. ... too, too much. It don't look human - Uncle Anil's unnatural girth entering her body, easily, wet as it was with my saliva and Samina's cream.
Slowly Samina calmed and started breathing deeply. "Ummmeerrrr! This cock isssss magical! It lurrrveee it soooooo much!"
Uncle Anil was watching Samina closely. He turned to me and caught my eye. He winked at me again, and then gave his hips a little jerk.
Samina screamed. She was not ready for this. Suddenly, she was not in control, Uncle Anil was. The sudden shove took Samina by surprise. "Ohhhhh. Stop! Pleeeeaaaaase. Anil.... don.....don't stawwwwp! Oooooooohhhhh! "
I could see Uncle Anil was impatient now, he would not have stopped even if Samina had begged him to, his lust too strong. He wanted his cock buried in my wife and he got what he wanted. He thrust up into her hard now, a series of heavy jerks. With each, Samina screamed and panted, her eyes glazed over.
We conspired to against her. Anil's arms bent and he let go of her hands so that she had no support. I strained to hold his cock straight up so that each thrust beat directly into her. Then I took my hands away. He was going all the way. In and out. Uncle Anil was going into Samina balls deep.
Samina's screams, and howls became continuous. Her freed arms thrashed, as she twisted with pleasure, and sank and sank and sank inexorably down. Anil was unrelenting. Samina fell forward onto he lover. She was still screaming as she grabbed his face and kissed him, chewed on his lips. The scream subsided and I heard her mumbled into his mouth, "Bastard, bastard, bastard." She lifted herself, her arms either side of Anil's head as he started to stroke slowly and deeply into her.
I sat back on my heels and watched Uncle Anil fuck my wife mercilessly. Samina totally lost to her pleasure and the experience. Soon, without even touching myself, my small cock shot its load right onto Samina's thigh, but she did not even notice it. She was too busy riding Anil with total abandon, as he kneaded and pinched her nipples, player with her clitoris, and pulled her hair randomly.
Finally, I saw Samina shudder violently, as her moans, screams, and pants became more and more shallower and frequent. She stopped raising and lowering herself in Uncle Anil's cock, but just sat with it completely inside here, as she ground her pelvis against his. Both of them moaned and I saw Uncle Anil stiffen. Both were close to orgasm, well Uncle Anil was, Samina already had several small orgasms, and was now preparing for the big one.
It happened with a loud “oooohhhh, ahhhhhh” as she collapsed on top of Uncle Anil, both of them breathing heavily.
I was at a loss for words, my penis was hard again, but I did not touch it. I just sat there enjoying the lovely, sexy, erotic, humiliating sight of my wife, Uncle Anil's cock still in her, collapsed on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her eyes closed, and his hands roaming all over the her buttocks, occasionally caressing her butt crack, and finger brushing up against her asshole.
Finally, after a good 15 minutes, Samina slowly rolled off Uncle Anil, his semi-hard cock slipping out her with a wet, sloppy “slurp”, covered in a thick white mixture of their combined creams. The room filled up with the piquant aroma of their sex. What a sexy sight it was.
Samina lay on her back, with her legs splayed open. I saw a gaping hole on her reddened pussy. Uncle Anil was leaking out of her.
“What are you waiting for?” Samina said dreamily, opening her eyes and looking at me, as she caressed her chest and nipples.
I knew exactly what she meant, and immediately positioned myself between her legs and started lapping up her well-fucked pussy like well-trained, well-cuckolded husband. It was all so erotic. But Uncle Anil did not see me clean his deposit from my wife, he was asleep, loud snores coming from him. I did not care, I was too busy licking Samina clean, the strong salty taste of their juices intoxicating me like some perfect wine. When there was no more to clean up from Samina, I got off the bed and saw that Samina too had fallen asleep.
I quietly went out of the room, and washed up, before making myself a cup of coffee and sat in the living room reflecting on Uncle Anil and how he had fucked the two most important women in my life! I actually felt sorry for my father, that he never got the experience with my mom and Uncle Anil, all that I had experienced with Samina and Uncle Anil. I felt like the luckiest husband ever.
For the rest of week, Uncle Anil displaced me in the the bedroom. And to my disappointment I only got to see him fuck Samina just two more times. The other times, they preferred to do it behind closed doors, although I was always summoned to clean up after. Uncle Anil got a real kick out of seeing me lick his cum out of Samina.
When he left to go back home, Uncle Anil thanked us, and told us that now we had embarked on me becoming a cuckold, we should not stop. He said that Samina was too beautiful and special a lady to be confined to having sex with just one man, and that too a small-cocked on. She deserved much better, and he hoped that I would not stand in her way.
Samina and I had a good laugh about his parting words! If he had only known the truth! Maybe he did and did not let on. Samina and I agreed, that she had given in to him a little too easily. A man with Uncle Anil's experience with life could not have missed just how wanton, and easy Samina had been. Hardly the muted reactions one would expect from a demure, traditional wife, fucking a man outside her marriage for the first time. We often wondered, but never found out, if Uncle Anil really knew the truth. You see after that trip of his, Samina never got together with him again.
The moment we got home from dropping off Uncle Anil at the airport Samina rushed up to the bedroom and came back down the cage. “Time to put this back on! Your penis has been free for far too long, and I know you have not been able to control yourself!”
I was not really surprised by Samina's words. In fact I had been mentally preparing myself for this moment all morning. Fortunately I did not start to get erect, and Samina was able to snap the cage locked quite easily.
“There now,” Samina giggled. “Just how it should be. I will never make the mistake of giving you so much freedom ever again!” She said putting the key away.
After Uncle Anil left, things returned to sort of normal for us. Well normal in the sense that one would expect for cuckold and hotwife. Samina had few one-night stands. Also she had a business conference to attend in Las Vegas, and ended up spending the 3 nights there with three different guys, none of them was anything spectacular, so I will spare you what Samina told me about them. Frankly, she admitted that after her recent encounters with Vinod and Anil, the new men she had been with just could not compare, in size or in sexual technique.
Okay, so far you have seen Samina be a tease only with me. Well the fact is that not only does she love teasing me, she loves teasing her lovers too. The next encounter that I describe is one where she teased a lover immensely before getting into bed with him. Or you might say that he teased her before taking her into his bed. Either way, it was a slow process, specially when compared to Samina's time with Vinod, and Uncle Anil. Not all her encounters (even to this day!) happen to be as fast and intense as the ones with Vinod, and Uncle Anil. And this was one encounter where I did not get to see anything first hand (well at least at first), only hear about it from Samina.
I should warn you that this encounter is very very tame, when compared to Samina's previous two encounters. But I found it interesting enough to share with you.
One of the things about living in Florida, is that you are almost always overrun by tourists, it does not matter what time of year it is. One day, I was sitting in my office, concentrating on the latest numbers, when I was jerked back to reality by my buzzing cell phone. It was Bishan calling. He had been trying to get in touch with Samina all morning for an urgent matter, but she was not answering. In desperation, he called me.
I told him that Samina was in an all day meeting and was probably not in a position to answer her phone, and that I would be happy to assist him if I could. At that, Bishan explained that a bunch of radio stations in Miami had gotten together to run a “Thank the boys!” campaign, in order to provide dates for a group of visiting US marines, whose ship would be docking in Miami the next morning. They would be in town for about a month, and had been promised dates for that Friday night. It was simply meant to be a dinner date or the movies, just providing a bit of company for those poor marines who had spent an a 12 month deployment in Iraq, and then several more weeks on board their troopship.
Unfortunately, one of the girls who had agreed to date one of the more than 2,000 Marines, had pulled out and they were hard pressed to find a replacement. Bishan wanted to know if I knew any girls who could go out for a dinner date at the last moment. He strongly hinted that he would love it if Samina would be available. I laughed and told him that the moment he had mentioned the campaign, I knew that he was calling to request that Samina take part in it. I also told him that I could easily yes Samina would be happy to agree, but I was not sure if she had other plans, so I would get back to him as soon as I could speak to her about. A very happy Bishan hung up.
Later that afternoon I rang my darling wife Samina, and asked her how would she like to go out for dinner on Friday night to a real nice restaurant.
"So where are you taking me, and whats the occasion?" Samina asked understandably mystified.
I explained the situation, that the radio station would be paying for the date and. I told her I thought it would be a great opportunity for her to get out for a nice night out, assuring her it would be safe to be with the marine. Exactly, as I had expected, Samina gladly accepted. She loved going to Miami, and needed any excuse to do so. The fact that she would also get a chance to date what could well be a hunky marine was just an added sweetner. so I rang my Bishan back and got details of the arrangements. Samina was be picked up by him, and then introduced to her date in town. The date would bring her home afterwards.
So, come Friday evening, a very excited and happy Samina went off to Miami with Bishan, chattering away, mostly about Vinod, and when she would have the pleasure of seeing him again. Bishan gave me a knowing smirk when Samina first mentioned Vinod that evening.
I had left the front porch light on when I went to bed that night, not expecting Samina back till quite late. However, I could fall asleep, and was still awake when I heard the car drive up our driveway and stop, the headlights turn off and the motor switched off. It must have been at least twenty minutes later before I heard the front door open, so I turned our bedside light on.
Samina came in looking a little dishevelled, but with a big smile on her face, even though there was no lipstick on her lush lips. "Hello Umer, darling, you didn't have to wait up for me!" she half-joked, half-whispered.
"I didn't darling, I came to bed almost an hour ago, but hadn't fallen asleep. I just put the light on now for you" I replied, watching Samina, as she removed her dress, revealing her sexy body just covered in a pair of very brief lacy panties that were her preferred covering if she wasn't wearing a g-string or even nothing at all under her dress.
"Did you have a good night though?" I asked finally, unable to contain my curiosity.
"Yes, he turned out to be 35 year old, tall dark and handsome, with the emphasis on dark. A full blooded African American! He was everything you picture when you think of US Marine! His name was Sam." Samina told me, then continued, "he took me to a nice restaurant, ensured I ordered whatever I wanted and got a really nice bottle of white wine. We had a lovely long conversation over dinner, he was most interesting to talk to, had some very interesting and often tragic stories about his time in Iraq. He has seen so much. I was glad to let him talk, he clearly needed to unburden a little. I was glad he could do that with me. Then we just talked about the usual stuff, and I told him about the city, and where to go, what to see, as this was his first time in Miami." Samina said. She sounded clearly very happy at how the evening went.
"So you enjoyed his company then?" I probed.
"Yes, he was a real gentleman, held my arm as we walked, opened the door for me and looked after me very well. It was a great first date!" she responded.
"I take it from that there will be a second date then?" I asked.
"Well, yes, if you don't mind, darling. I had a great night out. I must thank Bishan for thinking of me." Samina smiled at me.
“I'm glad you got a nice night out and I'm very happy for you to have another one. You really deserve it. But how come you sat outside for so long, why didn't you invite him in?" I asked.
"Well I didn't want to disturb you at this late hour and I guess we sat and talked for a bit although he did kiss me goodnight. I hope you don't mind?" Samina gave me coy, naughty, knowing smile.
"Of course I mind! You are my wife, how dare he kiss you!” I laughed. Then serious again, I said, “I just hope that you had a good night out, and if you enjoyed yourself, I assume you gave him a proper good night kiss!"
"At first he just kissed me briefly with a light thank you kiss on the lips, but as I had put my hands on his head and held him while he kissed me, he came back for a second and then a third kiss, each one more demanding than the first until, yes, he did put his in tongue in my mouth and I reciprocated. You know how I can't resist kissing hunks!” Samina laughed.
"Yes, but didn't he fondle those beautiful breasts?" I asked, trying to sound disappointed!
"Only at the end, during our last kiss. He had a hand quite close to my breast and I moved suddenly so that his hand was on my breast outside my dress and I made no attempt to make him move it. He just gave me a quick squeeze as we separated from our embrace." Samina said simply, she too sounded a little disappointed that things did not go further.
"So I take it you enjoyed your goodnight kiss and cuddle then and are looking forward to more next week?" I asked with a soft smile on my face.
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