08-05-2019, 03:11 PM
Chapter 111
Just after 7 there was a knock on our door and I opened it to find Pierre and a gang of the lads from the beach. It was obvious that fucking Samina earlier had given him added confidence and made him even more cocky and he arrogantly pulled her towards him and put his hands around her waist and his tongue down her throat, as he led her away. Along with the other boys I followed my wife and her young lover to their campsite, Pierre and Samina holding kissing and petting heavily all the way there. For a moment I thought it would probably be better if I let her go alone, but my desire to see her with Pierre again, was too much and I quietly followed them.
I could tell my wife wasn't very popular with the French girls at the campsite, having bagged the hottest of the French boys instead of them, and they looked over jealously as Samina and Pierre whispered and flirted and danced together, often cuddling and kissing on the makeshift beach dancefloor. I marvelled at how easily Samina could just simply ignore me, such was her state of mind that even though she knew I was there, she would pay no attention to me when with a lover.
It was getting quite late when Samina and Pierre came over to me and announced they were going back to our hotel. Some of the other boys tried to follow us, but Pierre sent them back, clearly wanting Samina all to himself. As soon as they got back to the room, they were all over each other and after moving over to the bed they didn't waste anytime, not even to get undressed. Pierre pushed Samina's dress up to her waist, and yanked her tiny thong down as she wrestled his shorts down to his knees, eager for his thick, young cock. I watched open-mouthed as the angry purple head of his hard prick sunk deep into my wife's slick cunt. She wrapped her legs around his neck, her white thong still hanging from her high heel, waving almost like a white flag of surrender as he slid inch after inch of his huge cock into her, taking her hard and making her his. It really was an incredible sight, watching their fit, tanned bodies together, enjoying each other so carnally. It was like watching a live porn film starring my wife!
I dropped my own shorts, just as they changed position, Samina getting onto all fours with Pierre thrusting from behind. They both looked at me and laughed before Pierre got back to the serious business of fucking Samina like the bitch that she was!
As I tugged on my soft cock, I started to feel jealous and angry of this arrogant, young stud so completely taking my wife in ways I now I never had and never would. It got too much for me, and I went into the lounge and tried to read a little, not that easy with the loud sounds of the fucking coming from the next room. In fact everyone in our must have heard them rutting so loudly. How this young boy managed to keep fucking repeatedly her until the early hours was shocking. It's like he did not get tired.
I heard Pierre creeping out early the next morning to get back to his own campsite and I went to check on Samina. She looked totally shattered but had a very happy and satisfied smile on her face. I went to kiss her but she gently stopped me, pushing me to her crotch. “Baby, I really need some tender, soft, loving down there. Pierre has fucked me blue!”
I knew exactly what she meant, and gladly went down on her, my tongue working all over her pussy, making her purr in pleasure, as she sighed. I smelt their combined sex juices, licked up the dried cocktail, and the flow back that was still coming out. The rawness of it all was intense, the smell, and the sight of that swollen, pink pussy, were like a work of art, designed to make a man's senses come alive. My tongue did not tire easily, and I must have kept going for well over an our, before Samina pushed me away, turned and was soon snoring softly, totally spent.
For the rest of our holiday Pierre and Samina were inseparable, wherever we went I had to follow, carrying their bags as they absent-mindedly walked hand in hand. The only time they even seemed to recognize my presence was when they told me to pay for something or got me to take their pictures at various tourist attractions and beaches. When we got back to the hotel, and I uploaded our snaps to print off you'd have hardly known I'd been on the holiday as the pictures were virtually all of my wife and her young lover!
The frustration, humiliation and lack of sleep were all starting to take there toll on me, and on the second-to-last day of our holiday when Pierre arrived in the morning and announced we were going back to the nudist beach I snapped and told him like hell we were. Before I realized what was happening he'd grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me over to the sofa, the one I'd been forced to sleep on every night whilst he fucked Samina. Sitting down he yanked me over his knee and holding my wrists together with one hand used his other to pull my shorts and boxers down. The first slap really stung as he started to spank my bare bum!
Now, I am no weakling, but as I tried to wriggle free realized just how deceptively strong and powerful this young man was and I was no way a match for his strength, or the fact that he had a 3rd grade karate black belt. I started to squirm and begged him to stop but he just kept laying blow after blow on my sore behind. I looked over, my eyes watering with pain being inflicted on my behind, at Samina, hoping she'd come to by defence but she just stood their, hands on hips, with a huge grin on her face before clapping and telling him to beat me harder so I "learnt my lesson." When he had finished my arse felt like it was on fire and Samina added, "Well I think we know which one of you is the real man and which one the little boy!" She instructed me to apologize to him and as I said "Sorry, Pierre" she laughed and clapped her hands again. There was not much more to say, my humiliation was total and complete!
When we got to the nudist beach Samina and Pierre stripped off immediately. I was reluctant - not only did I have my silly, little cock to be embarrassed about now but also a burning red bum from the spanking the lad had given me. However, it only took one stern glance from Pierre to get me to drop my trunks. After about an hour the boys from Pierre's camp arrived and he and Samina made me stand up and then bend over so they could all admire his handy work on my poor arse, his actual handprints were visible on both cheeks and the tops of my thighs. They all laughed and chattered in French, no doubt finding it all hilarious.
Pierre sent me to get some beers from a small stand at the far-end of the beach, allowing everyone a good look at my bright, red bum and tiny little cock. When I got back my I Samina resting her head on his stomach gazing lovingly down at his manhood. Looking over at me she said, "Isn't Pierre's cock magnificent?" to which I could only nod. She started to stroke it and took it in her hand, causing it to grow longer and thicker before our eyes. Leaning over she used her tongue to circle the tip of his deep purple helmet before sucking as much as she could between her lips. I let out a gasp as I could only imagine how fantastic it must have felt for Pierre. In the all the years, of our marriage Samina had never once given me a blowjob to completion, and here she was on an open beach sucking on Pierre's massive cock in front of anyone who cared to look. She grown to like the taste of cum and had become a very accomplished fellatrix. As she often told me, she loved blowing men!
Pierre's little gang noticed what was going on almost immediately and came and stood round us as they had at the beginning of our holiday, a tight circle of lads cheering and urging my wife on as she sucked this boy off. Samina knelt up and then climbed on top of Pierre and we all watched as the head of his thick cock disappeared into my wife's pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock letting out a loud gasp as she did so. Looking over at me she mouthed the words, "So much better than you," before raising and lowering herself onto his cock again. As she lifted herself off of him we could all see his massive cock glistening with the juices from my wife's unfaithfully cunt. Samina started to bounce up and down on top of this lad, her tits bounced along in time. He took one in each hand and stated to tweak her nipples, rolling them inbetween his thumbs and forefingers and my wife's head fell backwards and she let out a loud scream as she enjoyed her first orgasm.
Pierre gave her three more very noisy orgasms before we saw his pelvis thrusting up to meet her and he shouted out, "ALLEZ! ALLEZ!" Samina collapsed on top of him and as there tongues explored each other's mouths the small audience all clapped and cheered. I admit that watching this hot and sexy couple having such a perfect fuck was incredible!
Later on Pierre called to one of the young boys who brought a kids plastic bucket and spade over and handed them to me. I was somewhat confused until he ordered me to go down to the waters edge and built him and Samina a big sand castle as they wanted to have some time alone together. Not only was this task humiliating it also meant bending over I couldn't hide the handprints on my arse as lots of people walked passed strolling along the waters edge.
When I had finished Samina insisted on taking a photograph with Pierre and I on either side of the sandcastle. That photo is now on her bedside table, my little cock hardly noticeable unlike Pierre's massive member. Then, before I knew what was happening Pierre had pushed me face first into the sandcastle and then stood above me, his foot on my back, pushing me into the sand, as Samina took another photo of the "victor and the wimp" as she called it. This photo is now on my bedside table at Samina's insistence.
On the last morning of our stay Pierre and Samina wanted to be alone to say goodbye so I was sent out for a couple of hours whilst they had one last fuck. When the taxi arrived to take us to the airport they enjoyed a long, slow, deep French kiss as I loaded our luggage into the car.
Since we got back Samina has admitted that humiliating me sexually is very arousing for her, and she hopes to do it more often. She admitted that getting me to suck Tony's cock, my balls busted by Tehmina, and get spanked by Pierre, was just too erotic for her. She said that putting me on the impotence medication was the best decision she ever made and she was very much in Pushpa's debt!
I can't deny it is very frustrating and I get very jealous of the men she lets enjoy her gorgeous body whilst I am totally denied. However, even though she rarely lets me watch them fucking, she will often bring one of her boyfriends home and I get the pleasure of listening from the other side of the bedroom door as they enjoy themselves, pulling on my useless little cock in the time honoured tradition of the cuckold, and of course looking forward to the delicious creampies that inevitably await me!
Its strange, but now that I look back on it, I can only marvel at Pushpa's understanding of me and males in general. No wonder that woman always have a bevy of male admirers around her. She knew how to play and manipulate men into doing anything she wanted them to do. And the best part was that she did it in a manner that did not appear bossy, or pushy, or even dominating. She simply helped a man's true nature come out. She had this uncanny ability to recognize, what she called half-man. A person who was male anatomically, but not sexually. Not that she meant such a man was sexually feminine, but more like a mental eunuch. Someone who knew in his heart of hearts that his role in life was to be anything but a lover for his wife or partner. But someone who got immense pleasure from her pleasure, and did not expect any sexual pleasure of favors in return. The woman really deserves a Nobel prize, for all the couples she has helped! So many marriages have been saved because of her!
Now, I have to bring back Pushpa into this story as she is once again about to play a huge part in our lives. Only this time it was the last time she did so as a coach, and guide. After that she was just another friend. Samina by now was at a point where she really did not need any more guidance or assistance anyway.
I won't bore you with details of any more encounters of Samina's after we returned from France. Suffice to say, she had lots! And before you knew it, 2 years more years had passed. In that Samina's experiences pretty much mirrored what you have read so far. She made a couple of visits to Pakistan in that time, but nothing happened when she was there. She was even offered a chance to work as a classy escort for a service that catered exclusively to wealthy, powerful men, but turned that offer down. Faiza, an old friend of hers from Pakistani, now living in North America, who worked for this agency had offered to introduce Samina to them, but Samina was not interested. Maybe some day you will get to read Faiza's story.
Anyway, back to our story. Pushpa dropped in on us unannounced one day. She was alone, no husband in tow. She told us that she was in the area, for a speaking engagement at the one of the many local universities. While the university had put her up in one of the finest hotels in town, there really was no question about the fact that she would be staying with us for the 3 nights that she was in town for.
That gave the 3 of us an opportunity for us to catch up, share stories and jokes. I usually went to bed around 10 p.m, giving Samina and Pushpa a good couple or hours talk alone. A fact that both women had made clear they wanted.
It was on the 3rd and final night, that Pushpa finally brought up the subject.
“So I take it you still have him on the implant?” Pushpa asked Samina.
“Of course!” Samina replied.
“Good girl, but you know my sweetie Afzal is off it!” Pushpa sipped her tea.
Just after 7 there was a knock on our door and I opened it to find Pierre and a gang of the lads from the beach. It was obvious that fucking Samina earlier had given him added confidence and made him even more cocky and he arrogantly pulled her towards him and put his hands around her waist and his tongue down her throat, as he led her away. Along with the other boys I followed my wife and her young lover to their campsite, Pierre and Samina holding kissing and petting heavily all the way there. For a moment I thought it would probably be better if I let her go alone, but my desire to see her with Pierre again, was too much and I quietly followed them.
I could tell my wife wasn't very popular with the French girls at the campsite, having bagged the hottest of the French boys instead of them, and they looked over jealously as Samina and Pierre whispered and flirted and danced together, often cuddling and kissing on the makeshift beach dancefloor. I marvelled at how easily Samina could just simply ignore me, such was her state of mind that even though she knew I was there, she would pay no attention to me when with a lover.
It was getting quite late when Samina and Pierre came over to me and announced they were going back to our hotel. Some of the other boys tried to follow us, but Pierre sent them back, clearly wanting Samina all to himself. As soon as they got back to the room, they were all over each other and after moving over to the bed they didn't waste anytime, not even to get undressed. Pierre pushed Samina's dress up to her waist, and yanked her tiny thong down as she wrestled his shorts down to his knees, eager for his thick, young cock. I watched open-mouthed as the angry purple head of his hard prick sunk deep into my wife's slick cunt. She wrapped her legs around his neck, her white thong still hanging from her high heel, waving almost like a white flag of surrender as he slid inch after inch of his huge cock into her, taking her hard and making her his. It really was an incredible sight, watching their fit, tanned bodies together, enjoying each other so carnally. It was like watching a live porn film starring my wife!
I dropped my own shorts, just as they changed position, Samina getting onto all fours with Pierre thrusting from behind. They both looked at me and laughed before Pierre got back to the serious business of fucking Samina like the bitch that she was!
As I tugged on my soft cock, I started to feel jealous and angry of this arrogant, young stud so completely taking my wife in ways I now I never had and never would. It got too much for me, and I went into the lounge and tried to read a little, not that easy with the loud sounds of the fucking coming from the next room. In fact everyone in our must have heard them rutting so loudly. How this young boy managed to keep fucking repeatedly her until the early hours was shocking. It's like he did not get tired.
I heard Pierre creeping out early the next morning to get back to his own campsite and I went to check on Samina. She looked totally shattered but had a very happy and satisfied smile on her face. I went to kiss her but she gently stopped me, pushing me to her crotch. “Baby, I really need some tender, soft, loving down there. Pierre has fucked me blue!”
I knew exactly what she meant, and gladly went down on her, my tongue working all over her pussy, making her purr in pleasure, as she sighed. I smelt their combined sex juices, licked up the dried cocktail, and the flow back that was still coming out. The rawness of it all was intense, the smell, and the sight of that swollen, pink pussy, were like a work of art, designed to make a man's senses come alive. My tongue did not tire easily, and I must have kept going for well over an our, before Samina pushed me away, turned and was soon snoring softly, totally spent.
For the rest of our holiday Pierre and Samina were inseparable, wherever we went I had to follow, carrying their bags as they absent-mindedly walked hand in hand. The only time they even seemed to recognize my presence was when they told me to pay for something or got me to take their pictures at various tourist attractions and beaches. When we got back to the hotel, and I uploaded our snaps to print off you'd have hardly known I'd been on the holiday as the pictures were virtually all of my wife and her young lover!
The frustration, humiliation and lack of sleep were all starting to take there toll on me, and on the second-to-last day of our holiday when Pierre arrived in the morning and announced we were going back to the nudist beach I snapped and told him like hell we were. Before I realized what was happening he'd grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me over to the sofa, the one I'd been forced to sleep on every night whilst he fucked Samina. Sitting down he yanked me over his knee and holding my wrists together with one hand used his other to pull my shorts and boxers down. The first slap really stung as he started to spank my bare bum!
Now, I am no weakling, but as I tried to wriggle free realized just how deceptively strong and powerful this young man was and I was no way a match for his strength, or the fact that he had a 3rd grade karate black belt. I started to squirm and begged him to stop but he just kept laying blow after blow on my sore behind. I looked over, my eyes watering with pain being inflicted on my behind, at Samina, hoping she'd come to by defence but she just stood their, hands on hips, with a huge grin on her face before clapping and telling him to beat me harder so I "learnt my lesson." When he had finished my arse felt like it was on fire and Samina added, "Well I think we know which one of you is the real man and which one the little boy!" She instructed me to apologize to him and as I said "Sorry, Pierre" she laughed and clapped her hands again. There was not much more to say, my humiliation was total and complete!
When we got to the nudist beach Samina and Pierre stripped off immediately. I was reluctant - not only did I have my silly, little cock to be embarrassed about now but also a burning red bum from the spanking the lad had given me. However, it only took one stern glance from Pierre to get me to drop my trunks. After about an hour the boys from Pierre's camp arrived and he and Samina made me stand up and then bend over so they could all admire his handy work on my poor arse, his actual handprints were visible on both cheeks and the tops of my thighs. They all laughed and chattered in French, no doubt finding it all hilarious.
Pierre sent me to get some beers from a small stand at the far-end of the beach, allowing everyone a good look at my bright, red bum and tiny little cock. When I got back my I Samina resting her head on his stomach gazing lovingly down at his manhood. Looking over at me she said, "Isn't Pierre's cock magnificent?" to which I could only nod. She started to stroke it and took it in her hand, causing it to grow longer and thicker before our eyes. Leaning over she used her tongue to circle the tip of his deep purple helmet before sucking as much as she could between her lips. I let out a gasp as I could only imagine how fantastic it must have felt for Pierre. In the all the years, of our marriage Samina had never once given me a blowjob to completion, and here she was on an open beach sucking on Pierre's massive cock in front of anyone who cared to look. She grown to like the taste of cum and had become a very accomplished fellatrix. As she often told me, she loved blowing men!
Pierre's little gang noticed what was going on almost immediately and came and stood round us as they had at the beginning of our holiday, a tight circle of lads cheering and urging my wife on as she sucked this boy off. Samina knelt up and then climbed on top of Pierre and we all watched as the head of his thick cock disappeared into my wife's pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock letting out a loud gasp as she did so. Looking over at me she mouthed the words, "So much better than you," before raising and lowering herself onto his cock again. As she lifted herself off of him we could all see his massive cock glistening with the juices from my wife's unfaithfully cunt. Samina started to bounce up and down on top of this lad, her tits bounced along in time. He took one in each hand and stated to tweak her nipples, rolling them inbetween his thumbs and forefingers and my wife's head fell backwards and she let out a loud scream as she enjoyed her first orgasm.
Pierre gave her three more very noisy orgasms before we saw his pelvis thrusting up to meet her and he shouted out, "ALLEZ! ALLEZ!" Samina collapsed on top of him and as there tongues explored each other's mouths the small audience all clapped and cheered. I admit that watching this hot and sexy couple having such a perfect fuck was incredible!
Later on Pierre called to one of the young boys who brought a kids plastic bucket and spade over and handed them to me. I was somewhat confused until he ordered me to go down to the waters edge and built him and Samina a big sand castle as they wanted to have some time alone together. Not only was this task humiliating it also meant bending over I couldn't hide the handprints on my arse as lots of people walked passed strolling along the waters edge.
When I had finished Samina insisted on taking a photograph with Pierre and I on either side of the sandcastle. That photo is now on her bedside table, my little cock hardly noticeable unlike Pierre's massive member. Then, before I knew what was happening Pierre had pushed me face first into the sandcastle and then stood above me, his foot on my back, pushing me into the sand, as Samina took another photo of the "victor and the wimp" as she called it. This photo is now on my bedside table at Samina's insistence.
On the last morning of our stay Pierre and Samina wanted to be alone to say goodbye so I was sent out for a couple of hours whilst they had one last fuck. When the taxi arrived to take us to the airport they enjoyed a long, slow, deep French kiss as I loaded our luggage into the car.
Since we got back Samina has admitted that humiliating me sexually is very arousing for her, and she hopes to do it more often. She admitted that getting me to suck Tony's cock, my balls busted by Tehmina, and get spanked by Pierre, was just too erotic for her. She said that putting me on the impotence medication was the best decision she ever made and she was very much in Pushpa's debt!
I can't deny it is very frustrating and I get very jealous of the men she lets enjoy her gorgeous body whilst I am totally denied. However, even though she rarely lets me watch them fucking, she will often bring one of her boyfriends home and I get the pleasure of listening from the other side of the bedroom door as they enjoy themselves, pulling on my useless little cock in the time honoured tradition of the cuckold, and of course looking forward to the delicious creampies that inevitably await me!
Its strange, but now that I look back on it, I can only marvel at Pushpa's understanding of me and males in general. No wonder that woman always have a bevy of male admirers around her. She knew how to play and manipulate men into doing anything she wanted them to do. And the best part was that she did it in a manner that did not appear bossy, or pushy, or even dominating. She simply helped a man's true nature come out. She had this uncanny ability to recognize, what she called half-man. A person who was male anatomically, but not sexually. Not that she meant such a man was sexually feminine, but more like a mental eunuch. Someone who knew in his heart of hearts that his role in life was to be anything but a lover for his wife or partner. But someone who got immense pleasure from her pleasure, and did not expect any sexual pleasure of favors in return. The woman really deserves a Nobel prize, for all the couples she has helped! So many marriages have been saved because of her!
Now, I have to bring back Pushpa into this story as she is once again about to play a huge part in our lives. Only this time it was the last time she did so as a coach, and guide. After that she was just another friend. Samina by now was at a point where she really did not need any more guidance or assistance anyway.
I won't bore you with details of any more encounters of Samina's after we returned from France. Suffice to say, she had lots! And before you knew it, 2 years more years had passed. In that Samina's experiences pretty much mirrored what you have read so far. She made a couple of visits to Pakistan in that time, but nothing happened when she was there. She was even offered a chance to work as a classy escort for a service that catered exclusively to wealthy, powerful men, but turned that offer down. Faiza, an old friend of hers from Pakistani, now living in North America, who worked for this agency had offered to introduce Samina to them, but Samina was not interested. Maybe some day you will get to read Faiza's story.
Anyway, back to our story. Pushpa dropped in on us unannounced one day. She was alone, no husband in tow. She told us that she was in the area, for a speaking engagement at the one of the many local universities. While the university had put her up in one of the finest hotels in town, there really was no question about the fact that she would be staying with us for the 3 nights that she was in town for.
That gave the 3 of us an opportunity for us to catch up, share stories and jokes. I usually went to bed around 10 p.m, giving Samina and Pushpa a good couple or hours talk alone. A fact that both women had made clear they wanted.
It was on the 3rd and final night, that Pushpa finally brought up the subject.
“So I take it you still have him on the implant?” Pushpa asked Samina.
“Of course!” Samina replied.
“Good girl, but you know my sweetie Afzal is off it!” Pushpa sipped her tea.
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