08-05-2019, 03:13 PM
Chapter 115
I think the reader will be more interested in how we had our second child, more than hearing about Samina's little flings that were pretty much pure sex! So, this is a story of how she ended up knocked up second time, around the time Amar was just about 2 years old. I did not have to give permission, just let it happen. I saw the desire awakening in Samina, and knew it was useless to try and fight it! That should hardly surprise the reader!
We talked about it a little, actually it was more like Samina telling me she wanted another child, “Amar needed a companion sibling,” she put it. Plus she said I had shown myself to be a great father, and another child deserved having me as one! So she had decided to have another child. The only question remained with whom? Vinod was gone and would probably not be back for another couple of years at the earliest. But Samina was not worried, she was sure she would find a suitable candidate. But not in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined who it would be!
When I had first entered university, I decided try out for a fraternity, thinking it would be a good way to meet easy girls, and be invited to the coolest parties. Now, when you join a fraternity, you are first put through ritual hazing, which is often designed to be as humiliating as possible, yet never to be talked about outside the frat house! In my new fraternity, among the many things they did to us, one particularly humiliating one, was make all the new guys line up, and jerk off in the shower. Of course, we where all naked and it is one of those guy things. The fraternity seniors called it team-building, and guy-bonding exercise.
Including myself, there were 10 new initiates that year and Jeff Gonzalez (a first generation Mexican-American) was one. Up to that point, I always thought that I shot what was probably a decent sized load, and that my cock was just about average sized. But Jeff was several inches longer, and much more thick. Massively thick. Anyway, we all jerked off, but Jeff was last to cum. Long after I was done, Jeff jerked and jerked and shot five, or maybe seven large and several smaller spurts ! No I nor my frat buddies are gay, but no one had ever seen that. He ended up with so much cum on the floor. That we were all, even the seniors, were left speechless, staring at the puddle he had shot out. And he was still dripping more.
Well as you would expect, Jeff got all the women, for everyone I scored with, he had 3 or 4. And for some reason he seemed to develop a competitive streak against me. He liked nothing more than to boast about all the girls he was scoring with. He kept all of us, particularly me aware of his conquests. In my face stuff. He was getting a rep. A hot lay. From the girls. He claimed to me he fucked every girl in the sorority next door. Even knock a couple up, and left them do deal with getting abortions. He did not care other than the pussy was tight. According to him he fucked most of his female teachers as their husbands watched and begged him to cum in them. Like I said a real bastard.
Then I met Pushpa and moved things changes, as you know. She became my goddess and trainer, and I stopped caring about what Jeff had to say about my lack of conquests compared to his. I felt great being with Pushpa, no matter the stories from Jeff, I had Pushpa and he kept attempting to get her, but nothing worked! Pushpa hated guys like Jeff, she called them “untrainable wild beasts!” She told me that she would not mind bedding him, but only after she was sure that I was fully trained! But marriage to Samina happened before that.
After I got married, Samina and I saw a Jeff, mostly at annual fraternity reunions or events. Now, despite his competitive streak, basically, Jeff is a good guy. A nice guy. Only I saw this side of him. He should be a good friend, but he has some major flaws and Samina knew it too. He tried to hit on from the moment they met and would come on very strong. Eventually he moved away and we did not see him after that. I did not even give him a second thought.
The fraternity's 100th birthday was coming up and I had been asked to chair the fund-raising committee, to raise money for the a proper celebration and to fully renovate the fraternity house. I gladly dove into that work. Kept me away from thinking about who might be knocking up my wife. Old fraternity brothers from all over the world donated money, and soon I had collected more pledges than we had initially targeted. I realized it was time to start thanking people personally. As I went through the spreadsheet listing each donor and the amount given, I was surprised to see that Jeff, was in the top 20. The same Jeff who I had not seen for many years!
So I called Jeff to thank him for his generous donation and to remind him that the fraternity would be hosting a proper, formal birthday celebration at the frat house in a few weeks. Many ex-frat brothers would be flying in from all over the world, and I hoped he would be there as well. Jeff happily told me that he would not miss it for anything. He also said he would have a special gift at the end of the night. Little did I know what that meant.
Over the ensuing days, Jeff called back and we talked several times. And almost every time he insisted on chatting with Samina, nothing serious, just the usual courtesies, like he was an old friend. He seemed really changed. No longer one upping me. Leaving Amar, with our next door neighbors (a lesbian couple, who had often baby sat him, and were delighted to have him for the whole weekend),We agreed to fly in a couple of days before the event, so as catch up, and to play golf one afternoon (at his expense of course! He was successful investment banker and could afford it!). I beat him. I finally beat him and he was very nice about it and bragged to Samina what a good guy I was, when we were having the post game drinks.
Samina was rather silent throughout, but I thought I often saw her eye Jeff. I was not sure if she was still wary of him, even though he had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. But I was beginning to worry that he might change. He had at least 10 beers over the afternoon and evening. Used to be when he drank like that, he would get real nasty. But instead, he was very nice and funny. Even putting himself down, as being a real ass when he was in college. Once when Samina went to washroom he even got up and moved her chair. A very changed man from my days with him. Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends?
He had brought along his assistant from work. Fred was Mexican too, dressed well and could hit the ball a mile. But was having trouble with his short game. Fred did not say much, letting Jeff do all the talking. He had very dark black hair and was of a good build. In shape, but younger than us. Just out of college. So I did not think much when he was so quiet. I did notice that after a few beers, Fred kept looking at Samina with lust and leering. Samina did not notice it, or if she did, made no indication that she was offended, or for that matter attracted by that.
So you can imagine, my surprise, at what happened next. Samina dropped a ring, which she had taken off and was spinning on the table. As she got off the chair and bent over to pick it up, Fred, I assumed, gallantly tried to do the same thing, I was wrong, he did pretend to look for the ring, but his eyes were firmly on Samina's bent over ass and his right hand came to rest on it! Her great ass right there. Guess Fred could not help it. So he had reached out and felt it. Even slid his fingers between her legs and caressed her thigh right up to her pussy, under that short, mini-skirt.
Samina stood and turned, But did not seem mad, simply brushed aside the invading hand, and having recovered the ring, went back to nursing her red wine. And that was it for the evening, as shortly thereafter Samina turned to me and said she was quite tired and wanted to go back to our hotel. So, we got into a cab and went back to the hotel. Jeff and Fred were staying at the club, of which Jeff was a member. That night Samina was a tigress in bed. Attacking and riding my face as hard as she had ever ridden it, at times she dug her pussy so hard onto my face, that I had trouble breathing! She was drenched and I slurped by every bit of the juice she produced!
The very next night was the party itself. As I was one of the organizers and also the chair of the very successful fund-raising committee, Samina and I were seated at one of the main tables. I saw hat Jeff and Fred would be joining us. This surprised me a bit since the other tables had 2 – 4 couples each. I was told me that since I knew Jeff from our time together at the university, and he was a big donor, that being seated with us, would most likely make him feel more welcomed. Samina said it was no big deal and so I let it go.
And, boy did she dress well for the occasion. She looked wonderful. She wore a dark green dress, a neck line that showed a more than a little bit of cleavage, and dropped to mid thigh. The outfit was completed by a matching thong and bra set, great “come fuck me pumps”. She told me that I looked hot in my suit and we kissed and left to go to the party. I felt it would be a good night. Little did I know! Jeff had laid a trap. A trap to plant his cum in Samina. He had always wanted Samina. He had always wanted to fuck her. That night it happened! And here I thought he had changed.
Like I said, this was going to be a night.
As we walked in, I saw more than a few of the men there check her out. It made me feel good, that on my arm was the sexiest woman in the world. Certainly in that room no woman could come close to Samina. We went and took out seats. Jeff and Fred where already there and quickly ordered us a drink. Then as I expected, I got dragged off. Again and again, to schmooze with the big donors, and successful or famous alumni. It was important to keep these people happy. Samina did not seem to mind, she understood the importance of what I was doing, and took a lot of pride in the fact many people congratulated me on the record fund raising effort. Yes, I certainly was the toast of the party.
Meanwhile, Jeff started to chat ups Samina, telling her how lovely she looked. Fred too opened up to her and joined in often. They even took turns dancing with her. In fact, every time I came back to the table, Samina was on the dance floor with one of them. Slow songs they would hug her close, but not obscenely so, certainly no so close that tongue would wag.
Finally, just as I was returning from greeting the oldest ex-fraternity member alive, Fred and Samina came off the dance floor. The last three had been fast songs and Fred knew how to move on the dance floor. Jeff and I had been talking and to me things from the past seemed to melt away. Jeff was an alright guy.
As Samina slid into the booth next to Jeff, Fred slid in next to her. I knew I missed my chance to sit next to my wife. Samina asked me why I had “that look”. She always put me on the spot like that. I told her I wanted to sit next to her. Then it hit me. Man I sounded like such a whinny bastard, but for some reason, that evening I did not want Samina to be with any other man.
Fred apologized and offered to change places with me, but Samina put a hand on his arm and told him there was no need to move. She said that while I was off shmoozing, away from her almost all night, the two wonderful men had kept her in good company and even danced with her. So he was free to sit next to her if he wanted to. I was kind of upset at her reply, but realized that this was just her way of putting me in my place, besides, before I could say anything, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to talk.
To change the subject, I bragged about getting another donation and Jeff said he was very impressed. Just then, another donor asked to talk to me. I tried to apologize again, but Jeff stopped me, by simply saying that he and Fred would fill in for me.
Jeff kept saying that to me. “Don’t worry, Fred and I are filling in just fine for you.” Then Jeff would lean close and say, “really, I know you think I am just a cunt hungry bastard, but if your wife does not keep me honest, then Fred will. He is 'born again' you know. That is why he is my assistant. He keeps me out of hot water and on the road to heaven.” With that Jeff laughed a little, got up and excused himself to go to the washroom. As he was passing me, he whispered, “it will be really good dumping my cum into this woman. She will beg for it in another hour!” He laughed again as he carelessly walked away, but not before squeezing Samina's right hand and giving her a wet kiss on the left cheek. Samina just giggled a little, and sipped her martini.
But then Jeff sat back down, saying his need to go to the washroom was not too urgent and he could wait a while longer. I was asked to to go greet yet another donor, and ex-frat brother, who had just come with his wife. So off I went. But not before I apologized to Samina for leaving her alone once again. I hoped this would be the last person I would have to greet, and swore that the next time I would not volunteer to be part of any further events. We had been at the party for over 3 hours, and all I had done was greet big donors, and shake hands with famous alumni! I wanted to dance with Samina, but by then I figured it was too late, she had decided to give herself to Fred and Jeff that evening, and nothing I could do would change that. I had my chance, but that window had closed.
Samina said, no problem and she was sure that the two men there knew how to keep a married woman happy! And with that gave them both a little kiss on the cheek. The smile pasted on Jeff told me he clearly thought, this is going to be great. He dropped his had to her knee, giving it a little squeeze, then moved it up her inner thigh in little circles. He said in a loud voice, “you tell him girl! Just because he is Mr big shot, doesn't mean he can ignore you all evening!” The three of them laughed. I just joined the laughter to fit in. Frankly I hated the fact that Samina was being so chummy with a man I could not stand!
I think the reader will be more interested in how we had our second child, more than hearing about Samina's little flings that were pretty much pure sex! So, this is a story of how she ended up knocked up second time, around the time Amar was just about 2 years old. I did not have to give permission, just let it happen. I saw the desire awakening in Samina, and knew it was useless to try and fight it! That should hardly surprise the reader!
We talked about it a little, actually it was more like Samina telling me she wanted another child, “Amar needed a companion sibling,” she put it. Plus she said I had shown myself to be a great father, and another child deserved having me as one! So she had decided to have another child. The only question remained with whom? Vinod was gone and would probably not be back for another couple of years at the earliest. But Samina was not worried, she was sure she would find a suitable candidate. But not in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined who it would be!
When I had first entered university, I decided try out for a fraternity, thinking it would be a good way to meet easy girls, and be invited to the coolest parties. Now, when you join a fraternity, you are first put through ritual hazing, which is often designed to be as humiliating as possible, yet never to be talked about outside the frat house! In my new fraternity, among the many things they did to us, one particularly humiliating one, was make all the new guys line up, and jerk off in the shower. Of course, we where all naked and it is one of those guy things. The fraternity seniors called it team-building, and guy-bonding exercise.
Including myself, there were 10 new initiates that year and Jeff Gonzalez (a first generation Mexican-American) was one. Up to that point, I always thought that I shot what was probably a decent sized load, and that my cock was just about average sized. But Jeff was several inches longer, and much more thick. Massively thick. Anyway, we all jerked off, but Jeff was last to cum. Long after I was done, Jeff jerked and jerked and shot five, or maybe seven large and several smaller spurts ! No I nor my frat buddies are gay, but no one had ever seen that. He ended up with so much cum on the floor. That we were all, even the seniors, were left speechless, staring at the puddle he had shot out. And he was still dripping more.
Well as you would expect, Jeff got all the women, for everyone I scored with, he had 3 or 4. And for some reason he seemed to develop a competitive streak against me. He liked nothing more than to boast about all the girls he was scoring with. He kept all of us, particularly me aware of his conquests. In my face stuff. He was getting a rep. A hot lay. From the girls. He claimed to me he fucked every girl in the sorority next door. Even knock a couple up, and left them do deal with getting abortions. He did not care other than the pussy was tight. According to him he fucked most of his female teachers as their husbands watched and begged him to cum in them. Like I said a real bastard.
Then I met Pushpa and moved things changes, as you know. She became my goddess and trainer, and I stopped caring about what Jeff had to say about my lack of conquests compared to his. I felt great being with Pushpa, no matter the stories from Jeff, I had Pushpa and he kept attempting to get her, but nothing worked! Pushpa hated guys like Jeff, she called them “untrainable wild beasts!” She told me that she would not mind bedding him, but only after she was sure that I was fully trained! But marriage to Samina happened before that.
After I got married, Samina and I saw a Jeff, mostly at annual fraternity reunions or events. Now, despite his competitive streak, basically, Jeff is a good guy. A nice guy. Only I saw this side of him. He should be a good friend, but he has some major flaws and Samina knew it too. He tried to hit on from the moment they met and would come on very strong. Eventually he moved away and we did not see him after that. I did not even give him a second thought.
The fraternity's 100th birthday was coming up and I had been asked to chair the fund-raising committee, to raise money for the a proper celebration and to fully renovate the fraternity house. I gladly dove into that work. Kept me away from thinking about who might be knocking up my wife. Old fraternity brothers from all over the world donated money, and soon I had collected more pledges than we had initially targeted. I realized it was time to start thanking people personally. As I went through the spreadsheet listing each donor and the amount given, I was surprised to see that Jeff, was in the top 20. The same Jeff who I had not seen for many years!
So I called Jeff to thank him for his generous donation and to remind him that the fraternity would be hosting a proper, formal birthday celebration at the frat house in a few weeks. Many ex-frat brothers would be flying in from all over the world, and I hoped he would be there as well. Jeff happily told me that he would not miss it for anything. He also said he would have a special gift at the end of the night. Little did I know what that meant.
Over the ensuing days, Jeff called back and we talked several times. And almost every time he insisted on chatting with Samina, nothing serious, just the usual courtesies, like he was an old friend. He seemed really changed. No longer one upping me. Leaving Amar, with our next door neighbors (a lesbian couple, who had often baby sat him, and were delighted to have him for the whole weekend),We agreed to fly in a couple of days before the event, so as catch up, and to play golf one afternoon (at his expense of course! He was successful investment banker and could afford it!). I beat him. I finally beat him and he was very nice about it and bragged to Samina what a good guy I was, when we were having the post game drinks.
Samina was rather silent throughout, but I thought I often saw her eye Jeff. I was not sure if she was still wary of him, even though he had been nothing but a perfect gentleman. But I was beginning to worry that he might change. He had at least 10 beers over the afternoon and evening. Used to be when he drank like that, he would get real nasty. But instead, he was very nice and funny. Even putting himself down, as being a real ass when he was in college. Once when Samina went to washroom he even got up and moved her chair. A very changed man from my days with him. Maybe, just maybe, we could be friends?
He had brought along his assistant from work. Fred was Mexican too, dressed well and could hit the ball a mile. But was having trouble with his short game. Fred did not say much, letting Jeff do all the talking. He had very dark black hair and was of a good build. In shape, but younger than us. Just out of college. So I did not think much when he was so quiet. I did notice that after a few beers, Fred kept looking at Samina with lust and leering. Samina did not notice it, or if she did, made no indication that she was offended, or for that matter attracted by that.
So you can imagine, my surprise, at what happened next. Samina dropped a ring, which she had taken off and was spinning on the table. As she got off the chair and bent over to pick it up, Fred, I assumed, gallantly tried to do the same thing, I was wrong, he did pretend to look for the ring, but his eyes were firmly on Samina's bent over ass and his right hand came to rest on it! Her great ass right there. Guess Fred could not help it. So he had reached out and felt it. Even slid his fingers between her legs and caressed her thigh right up to her pussy, under that short, mini-skirt.
Samina stood and turned, But did not seem mad, simply brushed aside the invading hand, and having recovered the ring, went back to nursing her red wine. And that was it for the evening, as shortly thereafter Samina turned to me and said she was quite tired and wanted to go back to our hotel. So, we got into a cab and went back to the hotel. Jeff and Fred were staying at the club, of which Jeff was a member. That night Samina was a tigress in bed. Attacking and riding my face as hard as she had ever ridden it, at times she dug her pussy so hard onto my face, that I had trouble breathing! She was drenched and I slurped by every bit of the juice she produced!
The very next night was the party itself. As I was one of the organizers and also the chair of the very successful fund-raising committee, Samina and I were seated at one of the main tables. I saw hat Jeff and Fred would be joining us. This surprised me a bit since the other tables had 2 – 4 couples each. I was told me that since I knew Jeff from our time together at the university, and he was a big donor, that being seated with us, would most likely make him feel more welcomed. Samina said it was no big deal and so I let it go.
And, boy did she dress well for the occasion. She looked wonderful. She wore a dark green dress, a neck line that showed a more than a little bit of cleavage, and dropped to mid thigh. The outfit was completed by a matching thong and bra set, great “come fuck me pumps”. She told me that I looked hot in my suit and we kissed and left to go to the party. I felt it would be a good night. Little did I know! Jeff had laid a trap. A trap to plant his cum in Samina. He had always wanted Samina. He had always wanted to fuck her. That night it happened! And here I thought he had changed.
Like I said, this was going to be a night.
As we walked in, I saw more than a few of the men there check her out. It made me feel good, that on my arm was the sexiest woman in the world. Certainly in that room no woman could come close to Samina. We went and took out seats. Jeff and Fred where already there and quickly ordered us a drink. Then as I expected, I got dragged off. Again and again, to schmooze with the big donors, and successful or famous alumni. It was important to keep these people happy. Samina did not seem to mind, she understood the importance of what I was doing, and took a lot of pride in the fact many people congratulated me on the record fund raising effort. Yes, I certainly was the toast of the party.
Meanwhile, Jeff started to chat ups Samina, telling her how lovely she looked. Fred too opened up to her and joined in often. They even took turns dancing with her. In fact, every time I came back to the table, Samina was on the dance floor with one of them. Slow songs they would hug her close, but not obscenely so, certainly no so close that tongue would wag.
Finally, just as I was returning from greeting the oldest ex-fraternity member alive, Fred and Samina came off the dance floor. The last three had been fast songs and Fred knew how to move on the dance floor. Jeff and I had been talking and to me things from the past seemed to melt away. Jeff was an alright guy.
As Samina slid into the booth next to Jeff, Fred slid in next to her. I knew I missed my chance to sit next to my wife. Samina asked me why I had “that look”. She always put me on the spot like that. I told her I wanted to sit next to her. Then it hit me. Man I sounded like such a whinny bastard, but for some reason, that evening I did not want Samina to be with any other man.
Fred apologized and offered to change places with me, but Samina put a hand on his arm and told him there was no need to move. She said that while I was off shmoozing, away from her almost all night, the two wonderful men had kept her in good company and even danced with her. So he was free to sit next to her if he wanted to. I was kind of upset at her reply, but realized that this was just her way of putting me in my place, besides, before I could say anything, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to talk.
To change the subject, I bragged about getting another donation and Jeff said he was very impressed. Just then, another donor asked to talk to me. I tried to apologize again, but Jeff stopped me, by simply saying that he and Fred would fill in for me.
Jeff kept saying that to me. “Don’t worry, Fred and I are filling in just fine for you.” Then Jeff would lean close and say, “really, I know you think I am just a cunt hungry bastard, but if your wife does not keep me honest, then Fred will. He is 'born again' you know. That is why he is my assistant. He keeps me out of hot water and on the road to heaven.” With that Jeff laughed a little, got up and excused himself to go to the washroom. As he was passing me, he whispered, “it will be really good dumping my cum into this woman. She will beg for it in another hour!” He laughed again as he carelessly walked away, but not before squeezing Samina's right hand and giving her a wet kiss on the left cheek. Samina just giggled a little, and sipped her martini.
But then Jeff sat back down, saying his need to go to the washroom was not too urgent and he could wait a while longer. I was asked to to go greet yet another donor, and ex-frat brother, who had just come with his wife. So off I went. But not before I apologized to Samina for leaving her alone once again. I hoped this would be the last person I would have to greet, and swore that the next time I would not volunteer to be part of any further events. We had been at the party for over 3 hours, and all I had done was greet big donors, and shake hands with famous alumni! I wanted to dance with Samina, but by then I figured it was too late, she had decided to give herself to Fred and Jeff that evening, and nothing I could do would change that. I had my chance, but that window had closed.
Samina said, no problem and she was sure that the two men there knew how to keep a married woman happy! And with that gave them both a little kiss on the cheek. The smile pasted on Jeff told me he clearly thought, this is going to be great. He dropped his had to her knee, giving it a little squeeze, then moved it up her inner thigh in little circles. He said in a loud voice, “you tell him girl! Just because he is Mr big shot, doesn't mean he can ignore you all evening!” The three of them laughed. I just joined the laughter to fit in. Frankly I hated the fact that Samina was being so chummy with a man I could not stand!
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