Adultery Wife's snaps by pakcouple

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Okay!" she said, and she reached under the cover and rubbed her hands over my abdomen and then gently over my thighs. Being off the impotence pill, I had morning wood, and as she brushed over the top of my pajama bottoms, she feigned surprised. "What have we here?" she breathed. Throwing back the covers, she fished my rock-hard boner out of the PJ bottoms and wrapped her left hand around it. "Hmmm, it looks like a penis..." she said "only smaller."

My jaw dropped.
"Oohh yeah," she said, leaning in closer to me. "You have a small penis, like a little boy.” Samina giggled.
Well the fact is that I do have a small penis, and worse yet, it is a lot slimmer than what would be considered average. And I get super turned on when Samina teases me about it; it drives me absolutely wild. It might sound weird, but it's been that way since I can remember. And because it was my birthday, Samina was being especially indulgent. Well it helps that she thinks its fun too.
"What a little pee pee, you have Umer," she cooed. "You're not going to satisfy anyone with a little thing like this. But at least it doesn't hurt my jaw like big ones do when I pop it in my mouth." Something she had been doing quite a bit recently, but only to the point where I was ready to cum, never letting it happen in her mouth.
Now she took my raging boner all the way into her mouth, making the entire length disappear with ease. "It's not deep-throating if it doesn't touch my throat," she reminded me. After she took my penis out of her mouth, she smirked at me. "Oh, honey, don't be ashamed, a lot of guys have small penises... and just because you can't make me come with your penis doesn't mean you're not great at oral sex."
Man, she knows how to drive me nuts! My hard dick was drooling precum now. "Don't get too excited yet you little pervert" she commanded gently, letting go completely of my small dick. Now my wife clambered on top of me, straddling me, resting her warm bottom right on my stomach. Her sex was beginning to drip, too.
"Are you enjoying torturing me, my dear?" I accused her playfully.
"You got me," she admitted "now, open your mouth and use one of your body parts that's not worthless to make up for that small dick of yours." With that she shrugged off her kimono and pushed her pelvis forward so that her clit was pressing against my upper lip. I absolutely love her smell; it is positively intoxicating.
I devoured her fleshy, purple sex with gusto, taking care not to let my teeth touch her skin. "Hmm... Oh" she moaned, "you little guys sure can eat pussy." Samina had not come yet, but I could tell she was getting closer because she was beginning to press her clit harder against my lips. Then, somewhat abruptly, she pulled away from me and scooted backwards so that she was lying on top of me again with her face close to mine. Smirking again, she hoisted herself up and reached down to my crotch, guiding my aching boner into her slick vagina. It slid right in.
She squeezed her walls tight around my dick and inched slowly up and down several times. Samina could tell I was getting close to losing it, and again she stopped abruptly. Pulling herself off my hard on, she swung her body around so that we were now positioned in 69. "I want you lick my ass, sweetie," she almost whined, taking on the tone of a princess. "Be a good boy and put your tongue in my anus." I complied immediately.
I alternately licked her pussy and her rubbery bum, and I could tell from her moaning and the flexing of her muscles that she was pretty close now. My balls ached. "Honey, will you please keep giving me head?" I begged. "It's my birthday, please, I need to come so bad."
"No, honey, I don't want to put it back in my mouth with all my pussy juice on it," she rejected me. But she did wrap one hand around the shaft tightly and begin squeezing my balls lightly with the other hand. My genitals ached, but I didn't let that distract me from working my tongue like a piston to make her come.
Closer... she was almost there. Her grip on my nuts tightened a little. She was panting and cooing furiously now. Again she squished my balls tighter. "Aaaahhhhhhh." My tongue was working feverishly on her pussy and my nose was buried in her anus, which was twitching involuntarily, as well.
As she climaxed, she collapsed on top of me and relaxed her grip on my balls. Her chest heaved along with her breath. "Mmmmm, that was really good, Umer."
"Thank you, sweetie," I said.
"You're welcome, hon." She slid off me, gathered up her Kimono, swung it back on, and walked out of the room. "C'mon, get a shower and come downstairs, we have a lot of stuff to do today," Samina urged. I did as she suggested; my balls were aching, but I resisted the impulse to stroke one out in the shower.
By the time I was showered, dressed and got downstairs, Samina had already cooked up some eggs, and pancakes. We had a really pleasant breakfast feeding bits of pancakes to each other and then I cleaned up the dishes while she went upstairs to dress. "Let's head out," said Samina once she got back down, "I want you to run a couple of errands with me."
I didn't really feel like it, but I also kind of thought something was up, and when I have blue balls, I'll do just about anything she says! "Where are we headed?" I asked as we got into the car. I usually drive.
"To the a movie store and then the drugstore and a few other places," she responded. We don't have Netflix. We go to the movie store. I can't lie, I was a little disappointed. We went to the movie store and Samina picked out a movie she wanted to see. It was Colin Firth or some such; I don't know why women like those movies, I sure as hell don't, but Samina was insistent.
After that we went to the drugstore; I asked if I could sit in the car, but Samina wanted me to come inside. First she went and grabbed a black marker; then she went to the isle with the condoms in it. I went over to join her and I realized she was actually going to buy condoms. I should point out that she never uses condoms, because Samina is on the pill. So, I was surprised to see her looking at condoms, and shocked that she seemed to be choosing between Trojan Magnums and Trojan Magnum XLs! She finally settled on a 12 pack of regular Magnums.
With me in tow, she carried the two curious items to the register and bought them. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like the middle age woman working behind the counter smirked at my obvious nervousness.
Our next stop was Wal-Mart. This time, Samina ran inside by herself and returned 5 minutes later with a shopping bag, the contents of which remained a mystery to me. I drove us swiftly to our next stop, the bakery; my curiosity was running wild and my lovely bride clearly had something up her sleeve. Again she went in alone and returned shortly with what I guessed must be a birthday cake for me. She admonished me not to peek at this one either. Exploding with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, I drove us home, trying like mad not to exceed the speed limit by too much.
When we got home, Samina sent me into the living room, told me to draw all the curtains and get the DVD ready to watch. I did as instructed, and it seemed like I waited an eternity. Finally Samina walked into the living room carrying with her a chocolate-frosted birthday cake. Slung over her shoulder were what looked like two large white pieces of cloth.
As I peered closer at the cake, which had only one candle, I noticed that it was one of those novelty candles, shaped like a penis. Under it she had written in blue icing, the words.
"It's small, but it's bigger than yours! Happy Birthday, Hon."
"This is great!" I laughed, "this is the best birthday present I've had in a long time."
"Well it's not over yet," she smiled. "Strip down," she said, "I got you something else, too." I did as I was told and was soon standing naked in front of her. My penis snapped to attention in an instant, responding to the gentle teasing of the cake and the subtle submission of my following her orders. Ah to be off that medication, how wonderful it felt.
Next, Samina pulled one of the pieces of cloth off her shoulder and tossed it to me. I now saw that it was a t-shirt, and it looked like she had written something on the front with the black marker she had bought. I held it up and read it. It said in big block letters, "I don't measure up." Hmm," I muttered as I put on this tight-fitting t-shirt. "Thank you for the nice gift, sweetie" I said.
Samina just smiled at me. Then she took off her own sweatshirt and the two cotton shirts she had on under that. To my surprise she also took off her bra, freeing her lovely breasts. Then she too pulled on one of the t-shirts she had bought. It was a very snug fit, at least two sizes too small, I guessed. The result was that the white cotton material stretched thin over her chest allowing me to see the rosy purple of her lovely
nipples.
On this t-shirt she had written "Size Matters." The point was driven home by how her ample boobs strained against the ill-fitting shirt. Have I mentioned that she knows just how to turn me on? It was too much for me; I could no longer control myself. I reached for Samina and pulled her toward me, kissing her passionately on the lips. "Oh honey, you are so beautiful," I said, pressing my boner against the soft fabric of her sweatpants. "I love you, Samina" I said holding her arms and regarding her momentarily.
"I love you, too, so much Umer," she replied. "And I'm sorry your little pee pee is too small to make me cum."
We both giggled and then kissed some more.
"Hmm, ok, enough!" she said, slapping me playfully on the bottom. "Go turn the movie on." I walked over to the DVD player and started her movie. "I want you to massage me while I relax and watch the movie, ok?" she said.
Taking care not to obstruct her view, I began tenderly massaging her feet, working my way from her toes toward her heel. I was seated on the floor in front of her and she was on the couch, looking contented as she could be with a light blanket pulled over her.
She purred and cooed from time to time, telling me not to press so hard, or to spend more time here or there. Finally I had worked my way up to her upper thighs. With the remote she paused the movie and slid her sweatpants off. "Okay, champ, you know what to do," she said. The moisture from her hot sex had already soaked through the crotch of her underpants, which I helped her to slip out of now.
Without hesitation I buried my face between her thighs, taking my time, starting gradually so as to bring her along slowly. She continued watching the movie and (to all appearances) enjoying the head I was giving her. As the movie neared its end, I ratcheted up the intensity. I slipped a second pudgy finger into her pussy and began stimulating her g-spot with it.
She was soaking wet and the mixture of my saliva and her juices had dripped down onto my hand band between her cheeks. Ever so gently, I pushed my ring finger into her rubbery anus. Immediately it gripped my finger tightly, and Samina gasped and shuddered involuntarily. She grabbed my hair with both hands and began to moan loudly. Shortly, she started pressing her vagina harder against my face and swivelling her hips. And suddenly she was cumming; it was loud. "Oh," she sighed, "that was good." I knew she'd be sensitive, so I gently lifted my lips away from her labia and pulled my fingers out of her drenched holes. We rested together with my head in her lap and her stroking my hair for a good long time.
My balls were still aching when we roused ourselves as I still hadn't had an orgasm all day. Samina was cognizant of this fact but seemed determined not to do anything about it. I can't imagine why, but her keeping me on edge like that is at the same time both frustrating and titillating. Nevertheless, we changed into more appropriate attire and went out for a walk by the waterfront. After that, we went to celebrate my birthday in a more traditional way with an early dinner at one of the upscale restaurants in town. It was really nice.
It was already dark when we rolled into our driveway. My belly was full of filet mignon and probably more red wine than I should have had given the fact that I was the one driving. Samina was a bit tipsy, too, and luckily we made it home safely. Just as an FYI I never drink when I know I have to drive, this had to have been the only time I can think of when I was so irresponsible.
Clambering out of the car, we made our way inside and upstairs, where we made a quick pit stop at the bathroom to brush our teeth. With my mouth all fresh and clean, I walked into the bedroom and plunked down on the bed. I lay on my back and waited for Samina to come in.
When she did, she said, "Ok, Hon, time for the last part of your birthday present." I couldn't wait. I was lying on my back on the bed, and she began unbuttoning my shirt with a tantalizing slowness. Once my dress shirt was unbuttoned, she lifted up my undershirt and began kissing my belly, swirling her tongue on my skin and working her fingernails gently over my upper body. I reached out to her but she denied me with a light slap on my outstretched arm and admonished me to keep still. My cock was acting as a (short) tent pole in my pants and I was aching to be set free.
Finally Samina seemed to intuit that I could take no more, so she relented, slowly undoing my belt buckle, top button and fly. She kissed my penis through the constrictive material of my underpants. She slid me out of my pants, and I hurriedly pulled of my shirts. I lifted my pelvis so that she could help me out of my underwear. Now I was completely naked and the petite bulb of my swollen member swayed inches from Samina's face. Her tongue darted out of her mouth briefly and in one motion she licked the entire length of the shaft. It felt electric.
Again she regarded my manhood before speaking. "You know this is the smallest penis I've ever seen?"
"I'm sorry, Honey," I responded with a mixture of shame, sorrow, and sheer erotic pleasure.
"It's really embarrassing," she continued, "when all my girlfriends are talking about penis size, I have to lie and say you're average."
I gave my wife of shame and she just laughed at me. And I wondered if she had ever told any of her friends about my lack of size.
Then she added, “I feel happy for Tehmina,” Samina referred to her sister, “you know her husband has a huge cock. She told me that when she first saw it she was so scared of it.”
I nearly shot my load there. Did she tell Tehmina about my size? I could not help but wonder.
As if reading my thoughts, Samina laughed and said, “yes, my little baby dicked hubby, Tehmina got it out of me! Your smallness that is. So the next time you see her, she will know exactly what you lack between your legs, the manhood department I mean! And I forgot to tell you, she will be visiting us for a week in a few days.”