Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

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[Lollobionda]

’The Birthday Party - 19’ …

The next two days were fantastic! We both had not to do much in the hospital and we had more time for love, tenderness and hot sex!

The third day was Friday, the day of my planned birthday party.

On Wednesday while breakfasting, Meena asked me if I have read her message in my new car, her gift for my birthday. 

I told her yes, for sure. And thanked her again.

She asked: ‘Both letters?’

I thought one moment it isn't right of me saying I had seen and read just one, because if there was a second message from her, she had wished me to read it and I should have read it and if I say; 'No, I didn't.' she would be disappointed.

Then I responded simply; ‘Yes, sure.’

“Oh, I see. They were two because they were written with one day interval, but I thought I am going to let you read both, after all they both were addressed to you…” She said. She was waiting for a statement from me. 

I noticed.

I changed the topic of conversation: “and you think it is okay to go eating outside and then return home on Friday.”

“Yes, it is better not to eat at home. To manage a dinner for over ten people is not easy for me.”

“Okay. I leave it to you.”

“I know my baby, you do it as always!”

Then added after a short puase: ‘Did you organize the registration for your new lady?’

She has meant my new car.

“Yes, but I have just one lady!”

“Thank you, my lord! I want you to bring it home tomorrow, I mean at your birthday party, your Birthday gift should be here!”

“I will do it..”

Meena stood up, came to me and kissed me on my lips and said: “Now we have to move, it is too late.”

Thursday at noon, as I called Meena to go together for lunch, at the canteen of the hospital.

She told me, 'Hamed is going with me.'

“Who is Hamed?” I asked.

“Did you forget my new colleague?”

“Oh, yes. The new assistant. I didn't know his name.”

“Now you know it! You'll meet him soon.” And she giggled.

“I am curious!” I said.

“Me too, my baby, me too!”

As we three were there, I shook hands with him. 

Hamed was between thirty to thirty-five, I guessed. A bit higher than me and very good looking. 

I looked at him and told me 'he spends obviously much time in the fitness club and much money for his appearance and clothing'.

Meena sat next to him and in front of me. 

I could see that he was very attentive about Meena. 

He was very polite with me and very personally and trustful with her, more than friendly! I could see even my presence didn't make him hold back. 

She looked often in my eyes. I had the feeling she tries to see my reactions and to read my thoughts. 

As we were saying goodbye, he told me we three could meet and go for dinner one time, and added: "Unfortunately, I have no wife or girlfriend…"

I said: "No problem. Sure, you two, can plan it. I mean plan to go out together!"

Meena said to him: “We'll do it, okay?”

And then to me: "See you at home, baby."

At home, we chatted about him, after dinner, while sitting to the TV.

Actually Meena began it: "What do you think about Hamed?"

- A nice guy, but a little bit outrageous!

- Why outrageous, did he say something?

- No, but he comes too close to you.

- He is close to me!

- Pardon?

- I mean he is a good friend and a helping hand.

- Okay, okay. We have to talk about these two subjects. What do you mean he is a good friend, how long is he working with you as a co-worker?

- Some weeks.

- And after some weeks you both are so called 'best friend?'

- We understand each other well and he is as I said a very helpful person.

- Do you mean helping at work

- Yes, what else? Oh, now I understand. My generous Lord is jealous! Ha ha! But stay relaxed. I like him like my brother...

- I am not jealous. You have to be careful. I am just worried about you and I don't trust the strangers.

- Nadir, he is no stranger and he is a cordial and honest person, but if you don't like him we don't need to meet him, you have to decide about this and I accept it...

It seemed she is a little bit hurt over my opinion about her new colleague.

Apparently she liked him, but how far?

This made me more worried.

But at the same time the old feeling made my heart beat a little rapidly. I was excited and my sick brain had visions to fantasize!

I preferred not to discuss more and follow this subject some other day.

But Meena gave no rest: “That means I'm going to tell him we have no time to go out with him, right? Is this okay?”

“No, Meena, it is not okay. I have no aversion against him and no problem to go out with him. You can make an appointment. If you like even you can invite him for my birthday party!”

“I love you baby. Not because you agree to meet him. I love you because I love you, that's it! And I am so happy that you care about me! But I am not going to invite him...”

“Why not, I am serious, he is a good friend, isn't he?”

Meena looked in my eyes. Then giggled and said: “What is going on in your small head, my perverted Lord?! Do you fantasize some dirty games?”

- I love you.

- I know, but now answer me, are you sure about the invitation?

- Yes, I am sure.

- Okay, I ask him.

We took Friday time off.

At noon Mansour was there. Their greeting was as normal as always. Meena was busy to prepare for our night program and the cleaning woman of my parents was helping.

The party was planned in the garden.

I guess Mansour was a bit nervous, he was not sure how to behave and all time was watching Meena's movements. 

On the contrary, Meena was completely relaxed in this respect. She was just busy with her working.

After lunch, I told Mansour if he likes to drive with me, to get my new car, and said; "I need somebody to drive the second car and Meena has no time."

He looked at her questioningly.

She said: “Yes, Mansi, it will be very kind of you.”

“It is no problem princess. I drive with him.”

As we got my new car, I had no time to search and read Meena's other letter.

At home, I searched it in a hurry and find it in the glove box of the new car. I was dying of curiosity.

Meena called me.

“Nadir, You have to collect the Birthday cake, fruits and beverages. We have not much time.”

I had also not any time to read the letter. I got upstairs and let it on my table and left for the store...

The evening in the restaurant was pleasant. We were nineteen people, my parents, my sister and brother with their wives and children, our nine friends that means four couples and Hamed. And of course Mansour.

Meena was a most beautiful woman oft this night. She wore a white, sexy summer dress and everybody admired her, even the ladies.

My mother told me one time more, that I am a lucky devil to have such an angel as my wife. 

I responded I knew this.

About nine o’clock we left. I was a bit drunk and I noticed that Mansour is not much better! Meena rode our car.

My parents and siblings left for home, because of my father who was tired and the children. The rest of the guests went along to party at home.

I was much of time sitting next to Mansour and Meena was almost all time in motion.

She danced one time with me and one time with her uncle. But not particularly intimate. He was waiting and holding back to examine her reactions, I thought.

On the other side was Hamed. He was very handsome, I had to admit. His dark hair and sun bronzed face was such a contrast from the others. As they were dancing, often I noticed him, brushing against Meena and thought to myself, this is no accident. 

He was a very good dancer.

The bottles of champagne were empty, everybody was a bit drunk.

They danced perhaps four or five times, together.

I had even the feeling, he chooses intentionally a quiet spot to dance where they are not seen well and Meena was at this moments really in his arms. He held her often firmly, and it seemed to me with his hand behind her head, he keeps her locked onto him, then I saw at least one time he planted a little kiss on her neck. 

Meena pushed him back and said something a bit firm and then looked at my direction. 

I noticed that Mansour is also watching them with red face and trembling lips.

I was really jealous. More than the times about Mansour.

This guy was a young, very gorgeous one, other than the old uncle. He could become dangerous.

I looked back into her eyes, which were fixed on me. I was not sure at all, if she can resist the seduction attempts of this young man.

As finally his hand found her bum, Meena told him some words and broke the dance.

She came to me and looked in my eyes, and said: “Are you okay, my birthday boy?”

“Absolutely okay! But your uncle is tired I think.”

“No, I am not tired. I am enjoying the party, perhaps not so much as you two, but yet though!”

He was obviously angry and upset. 

Meena noticed this and said: “I think our guests are going to leave. And after that, you two can relax.”

At this moment the guests came one after another to take leave and say goodbye.

The last one was Hamed, who, talked shortly with Meena at the gate which I didn’t hear. I hoped some of the conversations, even while dancing, to be recorded by my multiple hidden cameras. 

After they left, we two, helped Meena a little to bring the tableware and glasses into the kitchen.

I told them I am leaving to the bedroom and Meena responded, she is coming soon.

Really after short minutes she was there and saw me cleaning. 

She waited, sitting on the bed, and as I came out she asked provocatively: “Are you okay?”

- Yes, for sure, why do you ask?

- I had the feeling that you are upset!

- Me? No, not me, but your uncle!

Meena laughed and said: “Okay. I am reassured. Can I do something for you? Have you any special request?” And giggled seductively.

“Not today Meena. I am very tired, and I think I need a good sleep.”

Meena looked at the clock and said to me: “You are right, it is too late, my dear. I have to look after my old uncle and then I come also to sleep. Good night my baby.”

She kissed my lips and left to downstairs.

I waited one minute and then got out of the bedroom. As I was near the steps I noticed, she is coming out oft the walk in closet.

She had changed and now wore a short skirt and at the last moment I saw the black necklace on her neck!

She left for outdoor and as I ran to the window, I saw her entering into the guest house.

I went back into my study. And turned on the cameras live. Meena came in the guest house, living room. Mansour was sitting and waiting. He stood up and went to her and embraced her. 

Meena said nothing and stood there without any reactions.

She looked now, like a teenager with her short skirt and white blouse. Her necklace was obvious to see. 

As Mansour noticed her uncomitted behavior, took a step back and said: “What is the problem princess?”

“There is no problem uncle. You wanted to see me and now I am here. Okay, what did you expect?”

"I thought, you… you…"

“You thought I am going to sleep with you? Mansi we spoke the other day about everything. I am not going to have sex with you, not more, never. You are my uncle and I invited you as my uncle to the birthday party of my husband.”

“I understand my princess, you are in love with your new colleague and have no interest more…”

“Stop that at once Mansi. You are not allowed to speak about me so, not even think about me so, if you want to continue your contact with me. You are for me my uncle, still, then let it be… I love Nadir and that was it… You can not imagine how lucky I am about his comeback. I am not risking my life for a fuck session with somebody else. The only way that what happens between us two, is if Nadir personally allows you to touch me…”

And he laughed cruelly: “Then why are you clothed now so, as I wanted always, is this for me or not? Or is this just a game to let me suffer more?”

“No, I don’t want you to suffer. I wanted it never. I thought I wore for the last time for you, so how you like to see me. I am going to wear this necklace for you never again, in the future. But I love you still and want you to stay my uncle. Now, I am leaving, my husband is waiting for me.”

Then she went to him and kissed him on his cheeks and left.

He waited some moments and then went into the bedroom.

I hurried to the bedroom. Meena came after some moments.

Then went into the bathroom and in some minutes she was sleeping next to me.

I couldn't sleep. I stood up and left for my study. I wanted to watch the dance scenes and the moment of Hamed's leaving.

From dance scene there was nothing to hear. But I could clearly see her mad reaction to his try to kiss or grope her. Their goodbye scene was clearly to hear. Hamed apologized to behave so stupidly, but he said, he couldn't control himself, she is tonight too beautiful.

Meena smiled and responded: ‘Thank you for your nice compliment. But I was shocked. Excuse me if I was a bit rough.’

Then he left…

After watching the recordings I decided to read finally her second letter to me: 

"My dearest,
I don't know if I give this letter to you or not, but I have to write it.

For hours I sit in our garden and review our common life, thinking about how it was, how it went by and how it is, now, as we stand at the start Points of our separate ways... I saw them, the rage in your words, but more the sadness in your eyes, and this is what makes me more ill-fated and miserable, and the deep sorrow in your eyes...

I sit here and observe my surroundings, the breeze is hot, it burns the skin, the clouds are not more small and white, but united and gray, the stars, seem to be burned and waiting to drop down. Your roses, which you planted, are not more bright red, but pale and colorless. The blue tit has forgotten his song. The butterflies are losing the beautiful colored points from their rainbow wings.

Your favorite musician, "Leonard Cohen" sings false: I am full of vacuity, I am floating in emptiness, as if I have no weight, And I am weeping up to the eternity...and all this, because you are so sad…

Yours for always.

Meena." ...

The date of writing the letter was, the day before I saw the car in my parent’s home. The day in which she was not working in the hospital and spent almost all time in the garden. 

I was now very moved and lucky. I had to wipe my eyes. 

I thought to myself: ‘I have now my Meena, completely and more!’

I went into the bedroom. 

My angel was sleeping, I looked at her face and whispered: "Sleep well my angel and dream beautiful and sweet." ...

* * * 

[Lollobionda]

’A serious Condition - 20’ …

In the Morning as I woke, Meena was not more in bed. I heard her from the bathroom, showering. 

As she came out, she was wrapped in her bathrobe.

She saw me already awake and kissed me on my lips and said: ‘Happy birthday, my lord. Did you sleep well?’

- Thank you my lady, yes, I slept well.

- Do you like to do something special today?

- No, just stay home and laze about!

- Agreed, and if you need something particular, I am here to fulfill your wish!

Meena said and giggled: “I know it.”

All day, I guess, I was too deeply involved in my thoughts. I didn't know why.

But Meena noticed this and fiinally, at afternoon as we were sunbathing and swimming turned to me and asked: ‘What is the problem, Nadir?’

- What do you mean? Which problem?

- Don't try to hide such things from me. I know you, you are today upset all the time!

- I don't know Meena. Perhaps because today is my birthday and I feel a year older!

- You are so stupid!

But it was reasonably honest of me to say so, I felt me a bit older and not so fit in my body like Hamed. Actually since last night, I was comparing me all time with this Greek statue! At this moment the phone rang. I hurried into the building and took it. It was Hamed, who wished me a pleasant birthday and thanked for our hospitality.

I took the receiver with me and told him he can speak with Meena, if he wants.

Meena was surprised at first, but after some minutes they were busy talking about everything.

I get new juices from the kitchen and as I came back, I heard Meena: “I don't know Hamed, Nadir must decide..”

And then laughingly continued: "No, not only today due to his birthday! But every day and every moment he decides over my life and what I am allowed to do!"

And after a short pause to listen to him, she giggled and added: “Yes, even more, he is my Lord!”

And then turned to me: “He invites us next Saturday for dinner.”

“I am agreed, but wait a minute, we had decided to go to the movie, isn’t it the same Saturday?”

“Oh yes, you are right.”

And then told in the receiver: “No, we visit a new movie, but wait a minute Hamed...”

Then she asked me quietly with a smile: “Does it bother you I ask him if he likes to go with?"

“No, if you like, you can ask him. And his answer was an clear and immediate yes, as I supposed!”

After her phone call Meena told me about him. She informed me that he comes from a very rich family, but he has no contact with them.

Meena said that she didn’t know why, but he is very alone and had just for a short time a girlfriend some years ago.

“Okay, you want to say, he is a poor Boy!”

“No, he is not a poor boy. You are so bad Nadir, I know what you mean, you think sure over my statement about Mansi as I said my uncle is poor…” And she laughed.

- Okay, I hope then he doesn’t need you, like Mansour!

- Nadir! Don’t make me angry!

- What do you do if I succeed?!

- Making me angry?

- Yes.

- Then, I am going to bite your tongue to stop talking so stupidly…

The next days went on rapidly. We had every day after working in the hospital, some nice trips to beautiful areas around the city with the new car.

And finally the Saturday came.

At seven o’clock we were waiting for Hamed at the entrance of the cinema.

Meena looked fantastic in her new greenblue dress, which was knee-length. As Hamed arrived and saw us, he was one moment speechless.

And then he said to Meena: “I bet you are at this moment the most beautiful woman in the city.”

Meena blushed, looked at me and then again at him and responded: “Thank you very much.”

He himself looked as always very good. We went in and got our reserved tickets.

I had intentionally reserved three chairs with the last one next to the aisle. I wanted to see which one takes Hamed and which one takes Meena.

He was the first to sit and he took the farthest one and Meena stood waiting for me, to go in. It seemed she didn’t want to sit next to him. Was this intentional? Sure, but was it because she considered me? About this, I was not sure.

All the time while the movie, Meena had my right hand in hers and on her left thigh and at least two times she kissed me, slightly on my lips.

After Movie, according to plan, we went to our known Italian restaurant, as Meena had wished and Hamed had reserved.

It was a pleasant evening. After dinner, I invited Hamed for a glass wine to us. We drank some wine and chatted about everything while listening to music.

It was about eleven as I pretend I am very sleepy and stood up and said: "I don’t want to disturb you two, you can continue, but I have to go sleep."

Then I said good night and left.

Meena was speechless and just looked at me appalled.

I got upstairs and into the bedroom, first changed quickly and then went out, and stood next to the steps in the aisle. I could hear them now, clearly. This remembered me of the nights some weeks ago! I was excited again, but this excitation was not mixed with the rage. This time another type feeling was there.

A combination of excitement and anxiety. My heart beat was highly frequented and there was for sure high concentrations of Adrenaline in my blood, like previous nights, as I was watching. But this time, in my brain and my mind, the fury of seeing my loving wife is cheating on me with an older man, was replaced by the fear of losing her, my other half, my love, to a younger man.

I heard Meena is speaking: “And why? Why they didn’t want to hold you back, you were their son. How could they do it?”

I thought: ‘Typically my Meena, she is involved in emotional problems of the life of others again!’

He didn’t respond at first, but then said: “Please let it be, I don’t like to speak about them. I like more to speak about you...” And then stood up and while approaching her, continued: “And me.”

Now he stood next to her seat. He leaned forward and murmured: “I must confess, as I saw you for the first time, I thought: this is a woman! I am in love with you Meena! I know you love your husband; he is really a lucky beggar. I know I am a bit late in your life. I don’t know what to do. I want to be next to you all time…”

Meena looked one time more completely paralyzed.

She was surprised and with wide eyes and open mouthed, sat there and looked at him.

I knew if they wanted to begin a real relationship, I could not do anything about it.

I felt this time, so helpless. I couldn't understand me, what was happening?

Was I this time guilty?

Did I provocate the happenings?

If yes, why I wanted it to?

And if no, how could I be so blind?

Now I knew this was for real and I was not ready for it to happen.

I wanted just a sexual impulse just to play and not more and I wanted every movement exact under my control…

But now it was moving in another direction, and soon I had no control over it...again...

I was waiting for her reaction. No, not just waiting for it, but her reaction was my only hope but she was silent and just looking at his face.

Hamed told her quietly: “Meena I want to dance with you, please just one short dance.”

Meena stood up without hesitation and finally came some word out: “With pleasure, my dear.”

'My dear..? My dear..!' Did I lose something already? Were there some prelims I didn’t record, in the past final minutes? Or she thinks this is me, who wants to dance with her? I had a hard on. My old friend in my pants was answering to the moments of happenings!

Hamed grabbed Meena and pulled her into his arms rather slowly and they started to dance to the slow music.

He was openly pressing my wife to him as he tried to kiss her. But Meena turned her face slightly to the other side and he kissed her cheek. His hands were cupping my wife's waist. My cock was hard as Meena looked up at him, smiled, and then, this time she kissed his cheek.

Three songs later they were still dancing. But there were no progresses. She was controlling him and presumably herself.

Just from time to time a small kiss on the cheeks.

Then finally Meena told him, that she is tired and better to stop.

As they sat on the sofa, this time next to another, he turned to Meena and asked: “Is there any chance for me, Meena?”

Meena looked at his face, smiled, kissed his cheeks one time more and said: “Look my dear Hamed, I like you very much. You are a wondeful Young man. But as you said, I am a married wife and I love my husband. I love Nadir, without ending. You and me, we two are friends and stay friends. But not more. Me and Nadir, had in the last time some difficult days. I have now to keep an eye on my suffered love; this is for me, my most important job and my duty for next years, as Long as I live. I am not allowed to gamble my marriage, Hamed. Do you understand me? I am so sorry, because I like you very much. But I can’t change the situation…”

I thought that was it. I was relieved. And really.

Hamed stood up after some minutes thinking, and said; “Okay, thank you both. I think, I am leaving now. It is late and you are tired…”

I hurried back into the bedroom and lain down. As Meena came in, she noticed that I am still awake. 

She was blushing in her face and looked really angry: “What do you think what are you doing Nadir? What are you planning? What have you in Mind? Are you trying to begin a game?”

“What do you say if I say yes?”

“Okay, I accept what you do. I thought in the last days, it is really just a play. But obviously you want more. A real game, with real people and real adventures!”

“Yes, I would like…”

“But not with him, Nadir. First, as I said, I like him as my brother, and I don’t want to begin some affair with him, because he is a romantic type and I don’t want him suffer because you like to play a game. It is not fair.

And second: are you really serious. I mean, do you really want me to have sex with somebody else? Can you hold up with it? I mean, are you so tolerant? Would you not complain and be mad at me and even at yourself after that? I mean I for my part, don’t want anybody else other than you in my bed. I love you over everything, and you satisfy me completely. But if you want me to, I’ll do it. You know this. I’ll do anything what you wish. But if you insist about it you have to choose somebody else and not Hamed…”

“I thought you like him…”

“I like many people, but it doesn’t mean I am going to bounce into the bed with each one of them!”

“Okay, now come here.”

“You, are a wicked, randy dog! Aren’t you?” She giggled. She was after her statement more relaxed. 

“Yes, perhaps!” I responded.

“But my Lord has to behave!”

“Excuse me if I bothered you, baby. But you have to choose and not me, I am not going to sleep with him!”

“Why not, my horny husband!”

She giggled and tickled my side. And then she was a little bit serious: “One thing you have to know, before you start with your game. This is your game, I will in no case risk our love and marriage, not more! If you decide for a game, you have to stop it also, if it is too much for you."

I said firmly: “Yes, I understand and I promise. Now, do you bounce into my bed? Please?”

* * *

[Lollobionda]

'A stranger who needed it badly! -21’ …

“I am sure we would not find a table free, but if you want to try, let's go..”

It was Friday evening after two weeks of the movie night with Hamed.

We had two calm and pleasant weeks.

To mention that at least four times Meena had phone calls from her Uncle. They were just some talking about normal things.

He was very "well-behaved" as Meena formulated. And each time, he suggested us to use his bungalow before the summer ends.

We planned to make a three or four days journey to Sea in some weeks. I was not yet completely sure if he accepted the new situation.

- Do you think he'll behave in the next time?

- I think so. I am not sure, but I hope.

- Can I ask something?

- About him?

- Yes?

Meena smiled and responded: “You want to know if I let him again to start it is it right?”

“Okay, You are right. This was my question.”

She giggled and said: “No, dear Lord. I mean, if you want I'll try, but not if he wishes!”

“And you? What do you wish?”

Meena was some seconds quiet. I thought, she is thinking to give me the right and hopefully the honest answer.

Then she looked in my eyes and said: "Okay, I admit that sex with him was exciting."
 

"But for me nothing is more satisfying than to have you in my bed. Especially since some weeks I am completely pleased with you! Is my answer satisfying?"

“Almost!”

“What do you like to know more?”

“Imagine he is here and I am also present and you think about what I have told you. I let you to behave freely and enjoy the next hours as you like. Do you let him take you as he likes, and would you enjoy it without any bad feelings about our love?”

“Let me see.”

And after a minute she smiled and said: "Yes, I let him and I'll enjoy it, but just if you want it, not me or him. I am yours and I enjoy anything, if I do what you wish. This is for me the most satisfying factor."

We had also talked sometimes about Hamed and obviously he had accepted and respected Meena’s argumentations and her will…

Now, this evening we were on the way to a famous restaurant to begin the weekend.

We got there and the new host who was at the front, pretended to not know us and asked if we have a reservation and it will be very difficult to find a table. He told us that we may have to wait for a couple of hours to find a spot.

We were on the way outside as a well dressed man, who was sitting alone at a table, offered to share his table with us.

I noticed this guy earlier, as we arrived at the restaurant, checking Meena out as we walked in. It was normal for me. Meena was as always, very beautiful today. I was so proud walking next to such a hot woman and the same time I felt tightness in my groin from the attention she became.

Her body looked so hot. Her breasts looked just perfect in her night dress, encased in the inbuilt bra of the dress and slightly peaking out.

I looked at Meena and she told me: "It is okay for me."

We sat and at this moment, the man who appeared to be about forty shouted: “Now I remember from where I know you, you are the surgeon in the hospital where I was operated ten years ago. Dr… Dr…?”

I introduced myself and Meena and told him, unfortunately I can’t remember his name.

“I am Kazimi. It is normal that you don’t remember me. But I remember you well, even if you were not my Doctor. And fortunately I didn’t need your help and the help your colleagues again!” And laughed.

We started to chat with him and I could see he was very affected by Meena.

I realized as always, I was getting aroused by the fact that another guy was checking her out with such hungry eyes and blatant stare. At the same time I recalled how her uncle was looking at her and for some reason that aroused me even more.

Often was Meena, interlocutor of Mr. Kazimi and obviously she was also enjoying the entertainment of this charming man.

Mr. Kazimi, was a good situated businessman, and he lived in the capital city and for two days was he in his former home city for some businesses.

Many times I saw him, watching Meena, while eating, with lustful eyes and that inflamed my already existing arousal.

My cock hardened more watching this lecherous man blatantly staring at my wife.

Once at the end of the dinner, I leaned back, Meena was eating her dessert. I didn’t want one. She asked me if I like a piece of her dessert.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear: “You look so hot, good enough to eat as dessert!”

She giggled and looked at me while licking her sweet lips. Meena could saw the lust on my face and I was sure that Mr. Kazimi noticed it too.

I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her to me, she looked up, I let her no time and gave her a kiss on the lips.

She broke the kiss, and trying to make herself free from my embrace, said with alarm in her voice: “Baby there we are not alone at the table!”

“No Doctor, be relaxed. It doesn’t bother me, young lady. Actually, I am enjoying, to look at a beautiful lady being kissed!” Mr. Kazimi said.

I looked at Meena and said: “You see? That is okay my love.” And squeezed her shoulder.

She said: “No, Nadir, you should behave over here.”

“I just wanted to kiss you and hold you I am so hot for my wife.” Saying that I kissed her again and this time she kissed me back quickly but she was still a bit rigid and cautious.

Then I asked her: "Do you trust me?"

"Yes. You know it." She said nervously.

“Then please be relaxed.” I whisper to her, Her face was flushed and she looked very embarrassed.

I looked into her eyes and told her: “Baby you look so hot in this dress, all the guys here, have been checking out you, as we came in.”

Meena looked first nervously and embarrassed in the direction of Mr. Kazimi, then jerked her head up and looked alarmingly at me and whispered: “Please Nadir let it be.”

At this moment he stood up, and excused himself. I noticed he has a bulge in his trousers. As he left, I asked Meena what she means if I invite him to us for a glass wine.

She responded: “Are you serious?”

- Yes, what do you think?

- But, we don’t know him.

- So is better. If we have known him, you would have said: No. not with him! This is not fair!

- You are so bad, Nadir. You are a blackmailer.”

- I know what you think about me. But now I am curious to know, what do you think about him?!

- He is okay, but naughty!

- Now he comes back, what shall I do?

- As you like!

- It means yes?

- It means if you like, I am with you!

Mr. Kazimi was now there again. Before I say anything, he told us: “I like to invite you to me in my hotel room, for a glass of wine, if you like!”

I looked at Meena and she said, while looking at me: “It is okay with me.”

Then turned to him and said: “You can call me Meena…”

“A beautiful name, like the owner.”

Meena blushed and answered: “Thank you…”

His hotel was not too far. When we got there, we noticed he has a beautiful suit.

He called the bar and ordered wine. In some minutes the wine arrived and we started to chat and drink.

He told us, he is very lucky to have his two children, his teenage son and his younger daughter. He said, he has been divorced for five years, but he doesn’t miss his marriage. It did not work.

And then turned to Meena: “She, my ex-wife is also a beautiful woman, but not like you…”

Meena asked: “What do you mean, not like me?”

“I mean some women are beautiful, but there are other who are beautiful and… hot!”

And then turned to me and said: “Dear Doctor, you are very lucky to find such a hot woman to be your life partner!” And laughed.

Meena blushed and looked at me.

I laughed and said: “I know it! I know how hot she is! Excuse me for a moment.”

Then kissed Meena’s lips lightly and stood up and left for bathroom.

I could hear them chatting. I stood shortly behind the door of the bathroom.

He was saying quietly to Meena: “Thank you for accepting my invitation to come to me. I am so alone here and your presence really made my day. You are so beautiful and… sexy!”

Meena laughed and responded: "You do not need to speak so quietly. This doesn’t bother my husband to hear somebody admires me. Anyway, thank you, Yakub."

Okay, in the meantime, he had introduced himself with his first name. He took her hands in his and kissed them, as I came out.

He looked at me and said: “Your beautiful wife told me that you are very tolerant!”

I laughed and responded: “My wife is free to do what she likes.”

“Then this is my lucky evening! What do you think Meena?”

He said while looking straight into her eyes.

Meena replied while smiling and looking back directly in his eyes with her dreamy gaze: “It depends! But thanks for the compliment.”

I saw she is squeezing his hand tightly.

I was now so hard in my pants and do not know what to say or to do.

Meena looked at me and nodded to sit down.

Now they were sitting on the couch and I was sitting at a chair in front of them.

“Nadir, are you really so tolerant as she says?” Yakub asked.

I was a bit confused: “Yes, I mean, if she likes to do something...”

“You know, I have never kissed such a hot lady in my life and I do not think I ever will. Now, for example, if I say I like to kiss her beautiful lips what'll be your answer?” He said with lust.

I am sure now red in my face, I thought. I said quietly while looking at Meena's face: “If she does not mind, I'll say okay.”

“Okay, come here Meena... You will do it, don't you?” He said, and pulled her to him.

Meena was breathing as hard as if nervous anticipation.

She looked up and I could see that she is embarrassed and alarmed and said: “No... I mean I can't...”

It seemed the situation is getting to her also and she was turned on but desperately was trying not to show it.

“I know you are a loving and faithful girl, but come on do it one time I am not from your town, we will never see each other again. I know you want to do it, your loving husband also wants you to do it... you will be making a memory to spice up my and your life.”

Yakub said with persistence. He was not going to give up easily.

She pleaded: “I... Nadir, please...”

“Nadir, would you mind if she let me kiss her?” He asked suddenly.

I said hoarsely: “No, I do not mind.”

Meena looked at me and then said: “Nadir, please, come and sit down here.”

I sat next to her and she had to move and make a space for me. This caused her to sit just next to him.

I murmured into her ear: “Meena, baby, let him... Just let him kiss you... do it please...”

She looked at my face and repeated: "Nadir, but..."

I begged her: "Please baby just once... Just once..."

And I gently turned her face towards Yakub.

Meena was trembling. She looked back one time more at me. She looked so vulnerable at that moment, her big beautiful eyes softly looking at me. Those eyes told me, she knew that I really want it.

Yakub grabbed Meena and pulled her rather roughly and tried to kiss her.

Meena responded immediately to his trying and let him kiss her lips.

He was openly pressing Meena's upper body to him as they kissed.

I felt Meena searching my hand with her left hand and I took her hand. She began to squeeze my hand.

Meanwhile Yakub's hands cupping and fondling my wife's ass from both sides. I could feel that, my cock was very hard.

I watched from my side of the sofa as my wife and this stranger made out.

I admit their kissing was very hot. Meena was now moaning into his mouth and grinding her ass into his hands.

After some minutes, he broke their kiss and said to Meena: "Let me see your hot body baby….."

Meena looked back at me and I nodded.

She stood up and stood motionless, in front of us.

Yakub said: "Now turn around baby."

Meena began to turn around.

Yakub stood up and turned her once again, but slowly and as it was done, he said lecherously: "My sweet girl. Now just bend over a little and show me your back. Yes, stick your fine ass out…."

Yakub stepped behind Meena and put his hand on her lower back and pushed her firmly towards me.

She was now closer to me. 

Then he put his hand on her upper back and pushes her further.

"Bend down my hot girl... let daddy Yakub see that fine ass of you... I know you are eager to show it. Doctor wants it too...I bet your tight pussy is nice and wet….." He said lecherously.

I was just shocked how it is turning out, this almost complete stranger putting his hand on my lovely wife and talking about her most intimate body parts.

She reluctantly bent down slightly at her waist with her hands on my shoulders and her ass stuck out.

The dress was so tightly stretched across her hips, accentuating her rounded ass. She

was a vision of seduction and hotness.

It was getting out of hand again, but I was just frozen but I preferred to wait. This was my game. I stood up, I couldn't stay sitting. Then I replaced my hard on in my pants.

Meena noticed this, looked with dreamy eyes in my face and said softly: "My baby... I love you..."

Yakub whispered: "My beautiful girl I am going to lift up your dress, spread your legs once I do that..."

Then he bent down, put his hands on her outside knees just below the hem. He slowly moved up his hands, taking the dress up, feeling up Meena's luscious legs.

I could see that her legs are trembling. Yakub continued upward, exposing her thighs, got to her ass cheeks, lingered a little bit and then forcefully pulled up the dress over her ass and bunched the dress around her waist.

She was looking lustfully in my eyes all time. 

Then she murmured to me: "Hmph… Nadir... Nadir..."

I was a bit worried, I kissed the top of her head: "How are you holding up? Are you good?"

- Mm, yes, I'm good.

- Yeah?

- Mm…hm... kiss me…

I leaned Forward and started to kiss her lips. After I broke our kiss, whispered at her face: "Let him, baby... let him see how beautiful you are..."

"You want to watch me have sex with him, Nadir?" She grabbed my hand with her shaking hand.

- Yes, just thinking about it is… incredibly erotic to me.

"You really want this baby?" She said.

- Uh-huh.

"You wouldn't be mad at me or yourself?" she said, looking back at me, worried.

"Like I said, no, it's so hot. Trust me, I know you, and I trust you, you are mine, for always. This is just a game. For sure, baby, I‘ll love you more than ever! You're my hot loving wife…"

He was waiting impatiently and finally couldn’t hold back: "Is this a private love session, friends? Should I go out and let you two alone?"

Meena looked back and told him slowly: "Excuse me, Yakub. I am a bit nervous."

Then she slowly moved her legs apart... spreading her legs as Yakub had asked her to.

My Meena just looked so hot and ravishing standing like this, so exposed. Standing there slightly bent at her waist, wearing her ankle strap open toe heels that made her long toned legs look even hotter.

She looked so slutty and naughty standing that way.

I knew now her firm round naked ass is on display for him.

I could read from his Looks how this excites him.

I was so hot and horny watching the love of my life, the most charming and beautiful woman I have ever seen, highly educated and intelligent, put on display like a slut for 

this somehow primitively lecherous but rich businessman who stands there with hungry eyes to jump on her.

I looked down and saw how wet she is... the gusset of her small panties, was plastered to her pussy, outlining her wet pussy lips.

Yakub could not wait more.

He moved from behind and cupped her hips over her panties making Meena whimper.

Then he said hoarsely: "So this is what good girls who have so a hot body do... they show off their hot ass to strange men..."

He suddenly moved his left hand forward and put the gusset aside and penetrated her pussy with two fingers.

Meena gasped at the sudden intrusion.

Yakub stated: "So dripping wet...you are in heat my girl..." And laughed.

I was just too aroused to stop him, to prevent this from going to the next level.

He squeezed her ass cheek with his other hand as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her wet pussy.

He whispered a bit loudly with a coarse voice: "I need to have this pussy now..."

Meena was suddenly startled by what he said and whispered in my face: "This is enough baby... Nadir..."

She kept standing in the same way but didn't try to get away from him, while glaring at me. She looked at my eyes deeply with her dreamy eyes and knew that I was eager to 

continue. Then kissed shortly my lips and without waiting for my response, said softly but with trembling voice: “Okay, as you wish, my baby…”

It was just happening in the heat of the moment. I just was so overcome with lust watching him touch her so close to me, and it was even more arousing when I saw how wet her pussy was. It was hot knowing that Meena was so turned on and ready...

I felt I had to reassure her, then said quietly in her ear: “I love it when you are so turned on... we do not do anything wrong, just had a small adventure that we both are going to enjoy. He is so turned on because of your beauty, me too. He needs your attention my baby. Please, do me and him a favor... we need it...” I explained to her.

“I still cannot believe it that we are going to make it... with a stranger...” She said shyly with a little bit of uncertainty in her voice.

“I cannot believe it either, but it is okay, it is pretty hot, I am here baby, I am here with you...” And I smiled at her.

She spoke quietly in my ear: “I hope he will be nice to me!”

“I see what you mean, my baby. I am here and look after you. I don't think about he want hurting you ever. Okay?" I asked, stroking her face and hair.

She nodded: "Yes."

"Now please, push your ass out for him."

I reached up and pulled her down so she was now more bent at the waist: "Stay just like this for him, my angel…" I whispered.

Then I sat down and I remained seated on the edge of the Sofa, and said: "I am here baby…"

Then I took her hand from my shoulders and placed them on her knees and had her bend them slightly: "Now...now arch your back…."

Meena was able to arch her back just right, even when standing with her top half bent forward.

"Yesss, honey."

She watched me, breathing harder.

I was very excited. This scene was too much. I started rubbing my crotch looking at her flushed face.

"Oooohhhhhhh…" she breathed.

Yakub began to zip down his pants while standing with a short distance behind her and watching her ass.

Meena heard his zipper opening and looked back at him and not intentionally wiggled her hips a bit.

“Yes, honey show him…” I said huskily.

Then he bent down and took his trousers out.

Soon he was gipping her hips.

I looked from laterally and saw his prick. It was about my size but more bent, with a curve stood against his hairy belly. It was completely erect.

Meena looked back at me and murmured: "…Nadir….."

“Yes, hony?” I stopped rubbing my crotch, and then took my dick with shaking hands out. 

Meena saw it and sighed: "oohhhhhhhh… baby, you are so hard…."

Then she asked: "Should I stay like this?"

Yakub said before I answer: "Yes, but first set yourself free, undres for me."

Meena looked at me and sighed: "Yes?"

“Yes, my baby. Do it for us.”

In a short seconds she was free from her Dress with bra and her shoes, and stood there with just her panties.

“Should I take my pants off?” Asked Meena.

Before me answering Yakub began again: "Yes, my naughty girl. Take your pants off…."

In the next moment they both were standing there completely naked. I was the only one who had his clothes on. Even my dick was standing there completely nude!

I could see Yakub with a bit distance to Menna now. Standing behind my wife, his cock was painfully erect and bowed up toward his stomach.

It seemed his erection needs to be released. But he obviously wanted to enjoy the feeling of having such a beautiful female to use, and was trying to extend the time to prolong his pleasure.

Finally he came closer up behind her, he was almost hunched over with lust, as I watched. Yakub actually drooling a bit as he positions himself.

Meena waited intently, looking at me and breathing heavy as she leaned into me, her body squirming slightly.

She was holding on to my shoulders for stability. I thought, she is now ready for him.

She was looking straight forward at my face, keeping her back arched and her ass and pussy pushed out and up for him.

I asked: "Okay, my baby? Ready?"

Meena nodded quickly.

Yakub was silent and just watching and enjoying with a bit of hard breathing and grunts.

I watched him moving close to Meena. His hands rub over her ass and lower back.

Meena strained harder to push out her ass for him.

One of his hands remained on the top of Meena’s ass to hold her, the other moved to his groin to grab and guide his erection as he bent his knees slightly to position himself.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet choot, I could see it clearly from forward. I saw his glans for a short moment between her upper thighs, down to her pussy. It was large.

Meena’s legs twitch at the sensation, and I could hear the soft, wet smacking sounds...

I was watching fascinated. I've got my cock in my hand and was jerking off to the sight of Meena wiggling her wet pussy all over the head of this stranger’s stiff erection.

"Oh, Nadir…"

"Honey, it is beautiful. I'm so hot watching him pushing his cock into your cunt."

"Oh, Goddd, Nadir!" Meena was squirming more now.

We kept eye contact as he begins to push upward.

Meena was about to whisper something to me when suddenly she felt the head of his cock pushed past her chooplips and entered in her cunt.

Her hands held on me tightens, and her voice was cut off as she concentrated on his invasion.

Yakub lurched forward and fucked his erection all the way inside my Meena.

Now Meena gripped my shoulders harder, looking at me as she cried out.

His hands settled on her hips and he gave her a few quick pumps.

Then, he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head up and back before giving another hard thrust.

“Oh, God…..” Meena cried.

Yakub held her head up as he was pumping into her.

Meena’s throat was stretched and she was grunting hard with each of his thrusts. She had closed her eyes for some minutes and finally opened them to look straight in my eyes again, she was able to see me staring back at her with eyes glazed over, stroking my cock. As quickly as he grabbed it, he let go of Meena’s hair and smacks her gaand, restart his hold on both her hips and pumping into her faster.

I looked up at him over her shoulder and saw his eyes which were fixed on my wife’s ass and waist. Soon he rose on his tiptoes to get a besser and deeper angle on her pussy. Slamming into her harder.

Meena strained to look back at him. It seemed to me, she is interested in making eye contact with him, but he was only looking at her buttocks and where his hands were busy gripping her hips.

He looked like a male dog to hold of his bitch to fuck deep and full.

Meena was intelligent enough, to keep in mind that she needs to accommodate him.

She knew she had to maintain her arched back, keeping her ass out and presented to him. Meena turned back her beautiful head to me and moaned with her face sank down against my cheek. She moved her lips over mine and started a kiss into my mouth.

Then she slowly pulled away, looked at me lustfully, waiting for me to continue. I was going insane with all this.

I pulled Meena's head back by reaching her hair as I breathed hard into her face and moaned: “This is so hot my slutty baby, and you're so sexy…”

Then I let go of her hair. She looked into my eyes while I went on: “Oh Meena, he's giving you, he fucks you with his fat cock in and out of your pussy, it is so hot…”

“Nadir…" Meena panted under her breath.

She was bouncing her ass up and down, struggling to stay in position.

“Mmm... Meena. You're my wife, this stranger is behind you, his dick is in your pussy. Please keep it there for him until he is through…”

"Yes, baby…." Meena responded, breathing heavy and fast.

“Until he is through fucking my wife's wet little cunt, Meena…”

“Oh, yes Nadir. Oh, honey….”

I kissed her long and Yakub continued his fast pace in and out of my wife.

Finally she broke our kiss and looked back again and strained to keep him in sight.

He was pistoning in and out of her so fast, that she takes a hand off my shoulder and reached back to him.

But this went unnoticed by Yakub and he pumped harder, pushing her into me and causing her to place her hand back on my shoulder.

Meena and I made eye contact again and I thought she sees for sure the same glazed look in my eyes that she did in his.

I was beside myself with lust, on the verge of coming from the sight of this stranger, this wild buissnisman working my wife's pussy.

Yakub now, abruptly pulled out of Meena with a grunt, leaving my wife panting to catch her breath.

She looked at me questioning and confused.

I shook my head indicating my own uncertainty.

I showed Meena with my hand, nodding not to move.

Her eyes followed me as I looked up over her to see Yakub behind her.

He was stroking his cock and gritting his teeth as he was looking down at my wife's ass.

He slapped down on it, making Meena yelp.

He kept his left hand there, pulling and kneading at the top of her ass cheek. He slapped it and pulled on it again, stroking his cock all the while.

I looked back at Meena and caressed her flushed by smooth face.

I seemed to me, she looks exhausted but determined.

I asked, no, more grunted: "M'mm?"

Meena nodded to me that she is okay.

I caressed her hair and face again and looked over her once more, whispering: “He is not yet done!”

On her own, Meena began to wiggle her hips for him, and looked questioning at me.

I nodded as approval.

“Oh, I like that ass baby. Yes, move it, move it more for daddy….” Yakub said while stroking his dick, with his gaze on her buttocks.

“Nadir...” Meena looked in my face and I nodded for her to try again.

She gave her hips another little wiggle and I watched as he laid a hand on the small of her back. Meena stopped to move, looking to her side, waiting for his movement.

But he had other plans. I saw her mouth slowly opened, I looked down and noticed he slid his fingers inside her.

Meena's grip on my shoulder tightened as he frigged her choot faster.

She began to whimper and start bucking her hips and bouncing her gaand up and down on his hand until he suddenly pulled them away.

“Ohhhhmy God!” Meena sighed loudly, then breathed heavily and smiled slightly to me s she catch breath, her eyes following me again as I looked over her once more.

Then I noticed, he is repositioning himself behind her!

“Baby... Meena....” I warned her but not intentionally.

Meena looked at me and supported herself on my shoulders.

As he squatted down to line his cock up with her pussy, I sat back and hold her head in my hands.

“Oh, Nadir. Oh, baby...”

I knew it's coming before she did.

I kissed her face and lips, and then held my mouth on hers as Yakub pressed his erection inside my sweet wife, one time more.

Now, with a grunt Meena broke away from the kiss, moaning as she turned to look back at him. Again I had the feeling; she felt the urge and wanted to look into the eyes of the wild man having such forceful and one-sided sex with her.

Yakub smacked on the side of her ass hard and Meena yelped. He pumped fast and smacked my wife's buttocks again. Then, suddenly reaching to pull her head back by her hair, only to let it go and fall forward again.

Meena gasped aloud, staring at me with a look of worried lust, and turned again, straining to see his face.

His heated fucking made her give one long, profound and glowing moan at him with her mouth wide open.

Yakub started a orderly pumping, and, with her mouth still hanging open, Meena slowly turned forward and returned her gaze to me, while snorting in my face.

Meena was looking at me if in disbelief at this guy's power and endurance.

She replaced her feet so as to stay in position for him. Then she put her forearms on my shoulders as she rested her head against mine.

I could feel her pushing against me as she was fucked from behind.

“Hmm' ohhh, Nadir. Ohhh...” Meena was hotter than ever as she moaned to me.

So was I.

She wiggled her hips more when he was a bit slower and often looked behind her, like a bitch who demands her male to fuck her more and longer...

She was a perfect woman, a perfect turned on female at that moment, and was doing all this instinctively, she was into it, and it was terribly exciting and intoxicating for me to watch.

As he gave a new slower rhythmus, I asked her quietly: "Okay?"

“Mmmm... hmmm...” She moaned, kissing me deeply and looking so in love with me.

And I kissed her back.

Yakub found his rhythm again and kept it up.

Meena's smile at my face was now somewhat relieved and seemed she is smiling satisfying to herself at being able to keep her ass turned up for him.

It seemed to me, she renewd her efforts to arch her back for his wild male.

I couldn't believe how erotic and twisted is the sound which his cock makes, going in and out of her cunt. It showed how wet and slick her pussy is.

I could see in her eyes, how good her pussy feels while she was letting this man fuck it.

Yakub pumped Meena hard, further, pausing each time he was all the way inside her, and tightening his grip on her hips.

Then his frantic thrusts got violent, and his grunts more like growls.

Meena looked back at him again, taking one hand off my shoulder momentarily to wipe the hair and sweat out of her eyes so she can see him.

Again he slapped her ass.

Meena returned her gaze to me. Each time he pushed forward and held it, she yelped, looking in my eyes..

Now his breathing quickened, and he renewd his fast pace.

Meena's gaze and head slowly dropped.

I could feel as her pussy starts throbbing.

She was on fire. This stranger man, Yakub, was trying to give the fucking of his life, this is more than just relief of his sexual needs, I thought, more than just successfully mating with my wife.

He was fucking her pussy to an extreme orgasm. He wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life!

Meena's head snapped back. She supported herself with one hand on my shoulder and hold my face with the other. There was such a lustful look on her face as she looked me in the eye and tried to speak.

Her mouth slowly opened but no sound came out.

“It is good, Meena, my baby…” I said.. “Let him baby, just take it.....”

“No, Nadir... no, it's...it's not...that...oh, oh, oh...I...I am gonnna... I'm gonnna...oh'ooo. God, Nadirsss!”

Meena tried to say something more, but only cried out. The pulsing within her body built and she began gyrating her ass and buckling at the knees.

I struggled to keep her in place.

Yakub's pace becomes even quicker, and she was shaking violently as he pulled her back onto his cock, by her hips.

Meena was whimpering and shuddering, shifting her stance so to stay bent over with her ass out for him, this wild perfect male, as her orgasm reached its peak. She tried to bring a hand to my face, to hold my face as her orgasm swept over her body, but she couldn't. She succeeds just in keeping her cheek against mine, while crying out the residual of her climax as he fucked her cunt harder.

“Oh God... Nadir...” Meena said as she brought her head up and looked at me with a hazy smile.

For a moment or two, Yakub, slowed to a milder pace, and then stopped altogether as he gripped her hips tightly, holding himself inside her and slowly rocking her back and forth.

Meena's face was flushed and her eyes were red and watery. Her body involuntarily trembled with the last shudders of her orgasm, and she whimpered in surprise at the sudden pulses of pleasure. She moaned and looked down at the floor, wiggling and squirming her ass, then looked back up at me.

I wiped the hair from her eyes and kissed her quickly.

She held my face and kissed me dearly twice more.

I saw she felt the movement behind her and her mouth widened once more.

“Oh! God...I...oh...no....”

Meena grunted, pulling her head away from me and bracing herself by my shoulders as Yakub behind her pumped hard once more.

“Oh! Oh. God. Nadir!” She cried out with each successive thrust after.

Yakub tensed inside her again, giving out a cry of his own, and then proceeded to pump into my wife as fast as he can, shouting louder and louder.

“He is going to come...” I said looking at Meena's face.

She bit her lip and starts a worried whimper.

“Easy, baby, easy...” I said and caressed her face.

“Give him, let him, he needs you baby... let him cum...”

Meena nodded as if to accept the pounding. Then she firmed her stance and arched her back more pushing her ass up and out.

Yakub cried out and leaned into her back hard as he fucked his orgasm into my wife. He started coming. 

Meena could for sure feel pulse after pulse of warmth deep inside her body as she moaned: "God, Ohhh...baby... Nadir. He is cumming inside me…"

And I was so turned on, that I myself, couldn't hold back more.

To see as this stranger, wild guy services himself in my wife's upturned pussy was too much for my balls. I came abruptly and without warning.

Meena struggled once more, to keep her head turned to watch him, to look at this man's face as he was mating her and pumping his seed into her.

It was hard and quick. Yakub was gripping her hips tight and breathing out a loud groan as he pumped into her more and more.

“Uhhghhh….” My sweet wife grunted as he thrust hard and squeezed. 

She turned to me and shot me a look of surprise at the power of his action, and quickly winced and grunted again as he pumped hard once more before resuming a faster pace.

Yakub was moaning low and sweating profusely.

His orgasm was so powerful, it nearly overwhelmed him, and he pushed Meena into me, arched over her back and grunting it out in her ear.

All the time he held Meena, still.

He didn't stop pumping. Yakub was not finished with his orgasm yet, and I felt suddenly, that Meena is on the way toward another orgasm.

She leaned into me and hugs my head. Then she gave me two quick kisses there while panting out my name repeatedly under her breath.

Yakub pulled her up and back and she groaned, loud. He smacked her ass again. Then he gripped her waist.

Mena groaned again, trying to turn to see him as he continued his wild pumpimg.

Then she went to reach up and wrap her arm around the back of his neck, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back against him.

She was now being pumped silly and jerked up and down and off her feet.

Up and down on his cock. Meena gasped for breath and yelp when he thrust upward.

She was in a daze and could only try keeping her eyes focused on me.

I sat back and watched.

They, too, standing, bending over, Meena's arms were trying to keep hold of his as he squatted so he can push up and into her. Her glance came down and saw me, delirious with lust staring back up at her, and in her facial expression, I saw and felt Meena's next orgasm coming.

Her head was pulled back.

Yakub got one arm wrapped across both her arms and her tummy, and his other hand holding her forehead, keeping her head pinned back on his shoulder.

Meena being held like that by this wild man as he pumped the last of his orgasm inside her in front of me was too much for her. She pushed her ass back into him as she started shuddering and orgasming once more. Meena was not completely finished cumming yet, as he let go of her and pulled out, standing there, his breathing slowing down. Meena leaned forward and began to move toward me, but he grabbed her ass, causing her stop. Meena knew what was coming. With the last of her energy, she regains her stance and arches her back, keeping her ass presented to Yakub.

He was still moaning and jerking his hips, stroking his cock over her backside. With one hand still clenching her ass cheek, he jerked and grunted a few more times, sending large drops of cum splattering on the top of her ass and down the back of her leg.

Then he placed his softening, upright cock between her wet ass cheeks and rubbed up and down for some seconds, before releasing his tense grip on her.

Only then, when He was spending, he step back.

Meena, my sweet, lovely wife, collapsed into me, sliding through my knees and onto the floor, holding herself up on my thighs while she caught her breath ….

* * *

[Lollobionda]

The original writer "Salir" took a very interesting turn with this section, I think.


The story takes off right here at the latest ...

[Lollobionda]

'The Favorite One - 22’ …

The next day was fortunately a Saturday and we could sleep longer.

Especially Meena was very exhausted after the last night adventure.

She was the one who immediately after coming back from the bathroom, wished to leave for home, and we left Yakub's suit.

I stood up in the morning and after showering and shaving left to Bakery to get fresh bread. I was busy in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast as Meena got down.

She embraced me from back and murmured: “I love you, my Lord. I love you so…”

I turned around and kissed her lips and said: “I love you more.”

“No, more is not possible! Don’t lie to me!”

While breakfasting, I asked: “What do you think about Yakub? He gave me his business card to contact him, when we are in the capital city.”

“According to me, you can chuck away his card!” She replied indifferently, looking at her coffee.

“Really, so bad?” I asked curiously.

“You know, he is a perfect example of a selfish, macho man...” She looked up seriously at me.

“I… I don’t understand, you had your fun, I thought…”

She put her coffee mug on the table and continued seriously: “Yes, my fun. I had it. Okay, let us look deeper at my fun as you mean. One third of my fun was pure mental, due to you, because you had fun, I enjoyed because you were enjoying it, and I was with all my mental existence with you, second third was half mentally and half physically, to look at your face and see you watch me, you watch me fucking another man, then my body contact with you, I mean kissing, touching and so on and just the third part has been because of sex with him and this part was absolutely a bodily reaction, a physiological response of my physical body. My dear Doctor! You should know it better. In this last third was no mental process. He could be a vibrator or dildo!

I have to mention that I had left his suit just at the beginning if you were not there!”

“Okay. I see. But in spite of it, you must admit that he had an endurance to mention!”

“Yes, I have to admit, he is a man with stamina. But finally a vibrator has an exemplary stamina too!” She giggled.

Then after a short pause and one sip of coffee our conversation went on, as she continued: “He needed a puppy not a living person and for me he was just a functioning toy, I mean dildo...

Yes, he was a real sex machine...

Yes, exactly, just a sex machine…

Do you know what a sex machine is? I mean sex machine or fucking machine.

Let me guess, a man who can do sex uninterrupted?

In this sense, also a woman can be a sex machine, but I mean a real machine?"

"You mean not a human being? Never seen or heard... I know just one sex machine, the song of -James Brown!- If you mean him, I cannot express myself about him, I just know his songs!"  And she laughed loudly.

"Okay, no, not him. But a sex machine as a device. I know it for some weeks, as I was searching in Internet. I show you…”

Then I took my Laptop and googled and showed her: “A sex machine, also known as a fucking machine, is a mechanical device used to simulate human sexual intercourse. It is a more sophisticated version of the vibrator...“

"But I prefer the living one, even if not so powerful or with such an endurance as this machine. Admittedly, this is your game, but I can have my opinion and say it if you ask? Right?”

“For sure my baby, for sure. But I was astonished about your statement about Yakub, the poor one tried hard to give you what he has!”

“No, this is not right. He tried hard to demonstrate his sexual power and abilities, to show them not just to me and you, but even himself! I bet he has at present a strong mid-life crisis!”

“At forty?”

"Yes, it is the same like women, some get their menopause at forty and others at sixty! And you at seventy!"

"Nonsense!"

I stood up and took my coffee glass to go into the kitchen and then get out to enjoy the fresh weather and sun.

Meena said: “Let it be. I bring you coffee.”

As we sat to pool, I continued our conversation: “Okay, I am going to give his business card away...”

She looked at me smiling and said: “You can keep it, I wanted just to announce that he is not my favorite lover! But this is your game...”

“And your Mansi uncle? What is the difference? You said he is a macho too!” I teased.

“Yes, but in another way. He is not just a fucking machine, as you call it. There is a difference. Apart from this, that was not your game with Mansi!” And she giggled seductively looking at me.

“Are you sure, you naughty girl?” I laughed back wickedly.

Meena looked at me and said: “Yes I am sure. I am not going to forget how you reacted when you knew it! Not so long as I live! By the way I don't like to speak about that...”

“As always, when it comes to him, you try to interrupt the talking...”

“Can not you imagine why?’ Meena asked, I saw she is a little upset.”

“Well, I...”

“Look Nadir, it is not too difficult to understand it. I'm embarrassed, I am ashamed for it, for the happening. I love you and you are my husband. No matter how this all excites you sexually, it is mortifying and painful for me to be remembered or asked about it. Is that not enough reason to refuse to speak about it? Please...”

I felt she was a bit agitated: “Okay, baby, I promise not to mention it, but just a question still...”

"Questions, questions, just questions, you have to know everything...”

“Yes, I love you and I need to know everything about you.”

“What do you want to know this time?”

Meena was a little upset still, I could hear this in her voice.

"Can you please tell me how should your favorite, I mean ideal partner for love making to look like, to behave or be?!”

She smiled, now more relaxed: "There is one and I know him for some weeks."

I looked curiously and astonished: “You know him too. Bend down to the water of the pool, then you can see him!”

And she smiled and leaned forward and said: "I am going to change for my other favorite lover, sun!’

Then she kissed me open-mouthed and adds: ‘Namely he likes to see and feel my body!’

“Your sweet body!”

“Yes, my sweet body!”

We were about half an hour silent.

Meena was sleeping while sun bathing and I swam with intervals.

As I saw that she is awake again, I went to her and while bending down to her beach chair, asked: "Is my angel awake?"

"Yes, I was dreaming." She smiled into my eyes.

- A beautiful one?

- Somehow!

- An erotic one?

‘You think just about one thing all time!’ And giggled.

- When I look at you, that is my first physiological reaction, mentally and physically!

- I dreamed about my college days and my friends in the college!

"Oh, okay. I remember some of them. There was, let me see... Maaa... yes Maryam.

A very beautiful girl.”

- Be careful what you say, my dear husband, I am not so tolerant like you!

- You know better that I have only eyes for you. Not only eyes, I mean!

“You are so bad, Nadir! Did you think those times really that Maryam is more beautiful than me...?”

“Now you are so bad my angel! Did I tell ever that she is more beautiful? Yes, I remember, perhaps she was obviously more seductive but not more beautiful…”

Meena gave me a slap on my buttock and said: "You need to be punished. No lunch today." Then she paused. I saw she was thinking and abruptly said, "Really. I wouldn't accept or tolerate your relationship with another woman, I am too possessive about my love and my man, you know?"

"You are just a jealous type, my lady."

“You can interpret is as you like, anyway it does not come into question if it is also planned in your filthy game program...”

“I am not interested in another woman, you know it already. Then this discussion is useless. Be relaxed, my baby, be relaxed! But...”

'But what?'

“Perhaps to watch you and another beautiful female creature together, this is some subject to think about! Perhaps I plan this for the future, in my filthy game program!”

She giggled and said: "You want to share me with somebody, male or female, it makes no difference apparently. Right, my Lord?"

“Perhaps this is generally right but there is some difference between the two versions!”

There was again a silence for some minutes.

Then Meena asked me unexpectedly: "Now exceptionally, have I a question. Okay?"

Meena looked at me with wicked glance and nasty smile; "Which situation excites you more, to watch me with another man or to have sex with me?"

"These two are not to compare."

"Why not? Just simply answer me. Which one do you enjoy more?"

Before I answer, the gate door rang.

Meena stood up and said: "I am going to take a shower and then make something for lunch. You are forgiven for your insolence!" And got into the house.

The ringing of the gate, was really my salvation. I had to thank the one who was there.

It was my earnest to answer Meena, that, these two are not comparable; watching her with another man in action? Or fucking her personally? Which was more exciting for me? I hadn't yet thought about this. But if I could have both simultaneously, wow! 

I thought. With theses thoughts in mind, I went to the gate and opened it.

There stood uncle Said with a very young guy, about eighteen or nineteen.

We waited always for Said, our gardener, Mondays, it means the day after tomorrow, in this case. Normally Mondays he came before we were on the way to hospital.

He apologized to disturb us and introduced the Young guy, as his nephew, Murad.

I invited them in, and we went inside the house.

They sat in our living room and I brought them two glasses of fruit juice.

Meena was upstairs, showering.

Uncle Said informed me that his nephew, comes from the village and in one month begins his technical study in the university. Up to now Murad had lived in his village with his family and now he is moving to the city to his uncle Saeid. He is a good gardener, he emphasized, just like him knows everything about gardening. Now he wanted to know if we could imagine Murad to work for us weekly instead of him. Uncle Saeid said that he is going to be retired and has not much energy to work. Murad was a slim young man at my height, with short brown hair and a pair of deep black eyes and with somehow a bit uncertain behavior. I thought this was normal for such a young man at his age, especially when he comes from the village. We chatted about his study and we planned for him to come every Sunday about midday for the gardening.

At the same moment as we agreed about everything, Meena got downstairs.

They greeted each other and Saeid introduced his nephew to Meena and they stood up to leave. 

After they left, I got upstairs for a shower and Meena cooked.

While lunch I said: "His nephew is a shy but a polite young guy."

"Yes. But he looks not to be strong enough for gardening. He looks more like a student."

"For sure he looks so, finally he is a student!"

“Okay, yes. But couldn't uncle Said continue to work just for us? I have a bit problem with Murad's Sundays presence here. It would limit our freedom on our day off at home.”

“Uncle Said will certainly continue to work for my parents. But he is now old and tired and can't work much and our garden is not small. Perhaps we can change it, I mean the Sundays arrangement, I'll see. Let him first start to work... But if you miss Said, I can invite him sometimes to us, or even you can do this privately!”

Meena looked at me. Saw my wicked smile, laughed and said: "You are so unbearable."

"Okay, this means yes, I'll do it for us!"

And so outrageous is this man....

* * *

[Lollobionda]

’A New Visit to Bungallow - 23’

The next week went on without any remarkable happenings.

We were, as always, busy in the hospital. Two news were to notice.

First the seriously ill, divorced wife of Mansour died last week and he insisted Meena not to go to the funeral. He told us that his thirteen years old son is now living with him.

Second news was what I heard from Meena about Hamed, her young assistent. He was displaced in another hospital. I was astonished and asked Meena about the reason.

She was a bit upset and told me, it was his decision and she thinks he wants to be farfrom her. 

He was depressed to see her every day without hopes for the future of his love for her! And she added, she is also very unhappy because he was a great help at work.

We decided to have a bank holiday weekend to sea and to use Mansour's cabin, thenext weekend.

But before it, we had a weekend to come, at home...

Sunday came and half an hour before noon Murad, our new, young Gardner came to work. He wore a blue jeans and a T-shirt. I asked him if that is not too hot for jeans, he said no. it is okay.

Meena was all time in the house and just as he entered came out to greet him.

She was busy in the kitchen and I was in my study.

At noon, as I went out, I saw him sitting on the bench and was eating some sandwiches.

I told him next time he doesn’t need to take something to eat, he can eat with us, Meena cooks also for him.

He thanked and said it is okay with him but he will take my offer next time...

Afternoon. Meena said she is going to sunbathe.

I decided to go with. As we were outdoors, I noticed her looking in the direction of Murad some seconds.

I asked curiously: “Is there something?”

She responded: “I am thinking if it's not hot him?”

I giggled and said: “I don't know. You can ask him, have you any idea to cool him off?”

“You are impossible.” She answered while shaking her head, and then sat down on her chair.

The next minutes went by while she was sunbathing with closed eyes and sometimes reading her book.

Murad looked in our direction not often. He was busy to cut the roses.

After half an hour, I stood up and looked at Meena.

She had her eyes shut.

The sun was too hot. I got in the kitchen to have a drink as I came back from the kitchen, I went to the window to look outside and saw Murad has interrupted his work and looking directly at the beautiful creature who was lying there in some feet distance from him on her belly.

I could feel how he felt!

Meena was in a very seductive pose. She was lying stretched out face down on her beach chair next to the pool.

Murad could see her wonderful body.

She had her head turned to the other side and couldn't see him, even if she opened her eyes. Her beautiful hair, and her tanned body, her delicate back and her half nude buttocks, all were very exciting for a young lad.

He was staring at my wife, who was proportionately perfect, not obscenely skinny or fat, but just perfect. 

I could imagine, Murad had a great view of her ass from his vantage point, and of course at this time I realized that when such a young lad, is looking at a thirty years old, sexy woman in her bikini, then naturally his cock is going to get hard!

So I saw he looked at the building where I was standing behind the curtain, he didn’t see me for sure, then he started rubbing his cock through his jeans, while staring at Meena again. 

Then moved slowly to the guest house.

I told him before, if he needed, there is a toilet.

It took some long minutes before he came out and meanwhile I was outdoors and sat down on my chair. As he came out I looked at him and smiled: I knew why he was in! For sure he had masturbated while imagining Meena's sexy Body.

The rest of the afternoon went without any remarkable happening. He left before sunset…

Next Friday we left for Mansour's cabin. We planned to stay there three days, up to Monday.

First we rode to him to get the key of the bungalow.

For the first time we saw him with his family, that means just his thirteen years old son, Reza. 

He was very polite and well educated. He looked not as like as his father, more a slim figure and even in thirteen he was as tall as his father. It had seemed to me that deep in his eyes there is a very strong sadness. But they were beautiful for a young lad and he had very long eyelashes. We stayed about half an hour in their home.

Reza didn't speak too much, he answered just our questions about his education and college.

Mansour was trying all time, not to look too long in Meena's direction. 

I thought he knew that I know everything and after Meena's aggressive and direct reaction while their last meeting, he tries to be careful and not to make any mistake.

As we rode to the coast, Meena told me that she is very pleased from Reza's behavior.

She added that she didn't expect him to look so and to behave so politely, and she was surprised...

Friday afternoon and Saturday up to the evening was very quiet and relaxing. 

Saturday late afternoon I went jogging and as I came back, I saw Meena has visitors. I knew them already. They were a neighbor couple.

I greeted and, after a short shower, I went to them and Meena brought me also a glass of wine. We were sitting outside and the weather was splendid. It was a very pleasant September late afternoon and it was very enjoyable to watch the sinking of the sun in the sea. Our new acquaintance were very nice people. They both were at my age or a bit older. He was a good looking bank manager and she was also in banking. They were from a small near town to our city.

She was a tender type woman with brown short hair and glasses and was very calm.

He was a good looking man with curly dark Brown hair and a very enthusiastic type of speaking. They had newly bought this cabin and took a two week holidays there.

We sat and chatted up to midnight and then they left.

I spoke with Meena about them before to sleep, and asked how it came that she invited them. Meena said he greeted her and asked some normal questions about us, and then his wife came about and Meena invited them for a glass of wine.

She was very pleased to meet them, she added.

The next day our neighbor came to me while swimming and invited us for dinner.

In the evening we were in their home and got a very delicious dinner.

I noticed his interests for Meena from the beginning. But after drinking the wine it was more obvious. He often looked in her eyes and sometime watched hidden from his wife, Meena's sweet Body, carefully.

We came back around midnight. While preparing to go to bed, I told Meena: "He likes you, did you notice it?"

She giggled and responded: "Yes for sure, my baby. I am a woman!"

"And?"

Meena looked at me and said: "And, what?"

"And you?"

"I like him too, but just as a friend. Don’t try to make a dirty story from this!"

"Why dirty?"

“You are a specialist for dirty sex stories and I am not going to involve in. I like her also and I don’t want to do something to hurt her…”

"Okay, we‘ll see what’s coming up!"

“You can imagine what you like, do you like to involve him in your kinky role play games? I have no aversion about this, but in the reality, no way!”

“Now, it is late and we have to sleep! Come to me my hot baby!”

The next day we had to leave. 

When we said goodbye to Siam and his wife, Sharar, they gave us their cell phone number and took ours, to meet each other next time.

While riding home, Meena asked me if I like to see them again.

I responded: "Sure, why not? They are nice people. And he likes you very much and I like her also!" I grinned.

Meena looked at me, I could feel her gaze for some seconds before she spoke: “Okay, now we know more. You can try another word and you’ll see…”

Then she leaned forward and bit me on my arm.

“Ohhh… you are a wild cat!”

“You are going to experience more from this wild cat if you continue to speak.” ….


* * * 

[Lollobionda]

’A Virgin Gentleman! - 24’ ... 

The next Weekend came very soon. We had as always a week full of work in the hospital and then relaxing in the evening and night at home.

Our conversations were normally about the news in the hospital and in the family and friends circle.

Sunday while breakfast, I said: “You know, today our young Gardner comes again...”

“Oh, I had forgotten, I have to cook more for lunch...”

“Yes, please. I want him to feel here well and as at home as with his family, I mean to be relaxed and so...”

“I do my best that he feels at home, but if he feels well is another issue.” And she grinned.

“I can tell you he felt himself very well even last week!” I laughed and sipped my Coffee.

Meena looked at me and asked: “Why do you think so? Did he or uncle Saeid said something?”

“No, but I saw it.”

I laughed again. Meena was waiting for me to speak further, I added: “You know while sunbathing, you were sleeping most of the time. I went in to get some juice and I saw accidentally from the window that he is watching you, I mean your half naked body as you lay there on your belly and I saw him touching himself...”

Meena was astonished and while looking with half open mouth at me, asked: "Really? Why didn't you tell me about it?"

“You mean if I told you, you would have gotten up and released him from his Problem?”

She blushed and said: ‘Nadir, he is a poor young boy, and I think..."

“Wait a minute, now we are again at that point, the problems which the poor old or young men have! I have the feeling that you sense yourself responsible for their sexual problems! don't you my dear?”

“You are terrible, perhaps he has no girlfriend and as a young man... I mean I think it was not right of me to go around with bikini last week...”

“My dear Meena, this is your house and he has to behave... I am not yet finished telling what he has done...”

“What?”

“He went in the guest house after touching himself and masturbated.”

Meena looked at me so if she does not believe me: "No, I don't believe it, how could you be so sure, perhaps he..."

I interrupted her: “Meena, I am a man, and even you as a woman know that is sure why he went in at that moment. I mean, imagine, he has an erection after looking at your half naked body and your beautiful ass, what does a young man in such asituation? He tries to find some quiet place and wank! What else! This is the most normal reaction from a normal young lad? Isn't it?”

Meena was red in her face and her eyes were glazed! I think she was excited after my description of the happening last Sunday.

I stood up and went to her, took her in my arms and kissed her lips slightly. Then looked at her and said: “My Dear Meena, you are not guilty when a young lad, has an erection because of your beauty! But if you want to do something, nice you can try to help him?!” And laughed devilishly!

“Don't be so silly Nadir, I am serious, I don't want that he is in trouble because of me. He comes here to work and to earn a bit money for his study and we are not allowed to make a problem...”

“What are you trying to say Meena? You gave him perhaps the sweetest and nicest time of his life. Now I have a direct question: How do you think about him? Do you think he is attractive as a man, I mean, do you like him?”

Meena looked one moment a bit surprised and then after a short pause as if thinking about my question, she smiled and responded: “Yes, sure, I like the natural young men, and he is a natural lad. Why do you ask?” 

And waited for my answer.

I sit down again, looked at her and said: “I am serious about what I say Meena. Please don't think that I am fooling around. He comes to work and you do as you always do when the sun is shining and it is a warm Sunday: You like to sunbathe, then do it as usual. If he has a problem, then let him! It is his problem. If you like to help him it's okay with me. But don't have any guilt feelings. Do you understand me?”

Meena thought some moments and then suddenly asked: “What do you mean with.. help him..?”

“You know exactly what I mean Meena. You know I like when other men admire you and if you like to give somebody more and you enjoy some action, I like it too and I enjoy it because of you!”

Then I was silent. There was a heavy pause for some minutes. 

At last she looked at me, smiled and said: “I am a woman and I like when the others, especially men admire me and my body. But I don't like to hurt you. I am going to do what you like. No way, what I feel or think.”

Meena was silent for some minutes.

Then stood up and came to me before to go into the kitchen: “I love you Nadir. And I love it when I see you are excited and heated! At the moments like now, I feel very happy. This means to me, you love me from very deep in your heart and this makes me a lucky woman. The most lucky women in the world! And I decide to give you what you want, without reservations! I look at your eyes and I know what you wish! You deserved it my Lord..."

Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply and long! After the separation, I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at mine for some seconds.

Then, she disappeared into the kitchen.

Murad was there half an hour before noon, just like the last week.

He started to work immediately after arriving and about half past twelve, I called him for lunch. While lunch, we chatted about his family and his village. Mostly I asked and he answered.

Meena was most time silent.

Not infrequently while pause between our conversations, he gazed at her and when Meena noticed this, she smiled warmly at him.

After lunch he left for working in the garden and Meena changed into her bikini and got out for sunbathing. I was shortly after in pants next to her sitting in the chair.

She had this time some dark sunglasses on and I thought she wanted to watch him without to be detected!

After ten minutes I stood up and told her: “I am going upstairs to my study and after that perhaps a small nap!”

I was sure Murad had heard me. Then I called him: “Murad, If I am late, Meena pays you. Bye.” And I left into the building.

I was a short time in my study to control my recording system. Then I got downstairs, and standing in my favorite place behind the curtains, began to watch the outside.

Murad was working and now and then looked at her’s, Meena’s direction.

She was lying on her belly, with successive feet and ankle.

Her head, which turned to him, was resting on her forearms. I was sure she had her eyes open and watching him all the time. It was hot and Murad looked a bit sweating.

He stopped working, looked first at her and then at the house door and took off his T-shirt. Then he came closer to her and began to cut the withered Roses near to the swimming pool. Now he was about 8 or 9 feet away from her and was enjoying to look at her beautiful body closely.

I could see some small movements now and then in Meena’s body.

There lay my beautiful wife with her sexy body, her deep brown hair was flowing down to her upper back and then began her soft skinned back up to the upturned sweet buttocks and her long legs, delicate ankles and tender feet.

I was sure she is also enjoying to look at his slim body. He had not a muscular body but athletic, firm one. Now she turned to her side and as if waking up from sleep, took off her sunglasses and looked around.

In a hurry, Murad began to cut the roses as if he is completely busy all time.

Meena looked at my direction, Perhaps she knew, I am there… then she turned her head to the other side and looked at the young lad who was standing there.

I could see she is admiring his slim fit body in his jeans and T-shirt.

As he turned his head one time more to her, they had an eye contact and she had a smile that lit up her eyes.

I could see he was melting as she smiled warmly to him! He replied her smile.

At this moment he stopped his work, then he pulled on his shirt again, turned around and disappeared past the guest house, he had his backpack there, I remembered.

After one minute, he reappeared with some flowers in his hand, a bunch of gladiolas!

The gladiolas were always Menna's favorite flowers. But we had this year no gladiolas in the garden.

He approached to Meena and gave her the flowers and whispered: “These are for you Ma’am!” He was blushing obviously.

Meena was overwhelmed, she straightened up to a sitting position and while looking at his hands, after a pause took the flowers and just said: “I… thank you very much my dear. Why… I mean you had not to spend money for me…”

Murad: “It is a pleasure Ma’am, you are so nice to me…”

She swallowed hard, took the flowers bunch, looked at it and while smiling, said softly: “Thank you Murad, that's really nice from you.”

Murad: “It is my pleasure, Ma'am. They are as beautiful as you! I was lucky enough to get them today so perfect and fresh.”

Meena looked at him and said: “Are you already finished with your work?”

“Yes Ma'am, almost finished.”

“Then sit down here and tell me about your study.”

He sat down and started to talk about his college and then his study, and his family: “We aren't rich and I would have had to go to some professional college if I didn't get a grant due to my college grades. My dad says I need to work if I want to go to university and I think for my future this is the best chance if I want to be successful."

Meena was listening carefully. 

She bit her bottom lip and said: “Well, I'm sure you have to be pretty smart to attend this subject.”

Murad shrugged his shoulders, looked at her face and responded: “I guess I can hold my own...” And he smiled and looked at the swimming pool, if thinking.

But I knew he was trying not to look at this beautiful woman who lay there in just her bikini. I could see that he tries not to brush his crotch and his slight erection.

Mena asked: “Do you play sports as well?”

Murad: “I go swimming and play volleyball.”

Meena was looking at his body and I could see that my wife obviously was mesmerized by Murad's behavior and speech.

I could see her eyes were fixated on him and she didn't even try to hide she was staring at his hard, youthful and slim body.

As Murad looked up, he realized that accidentally Meena was gazing at the bulge in his crotch. 

The young man blushed furiously. Flustered and embarrassed he stammered: “Well, I have to leave...”

“No! Wait a minute, Murad..." Meena hollered.

Murad nervously looks at her. Murad and I could see my Meena had a beautiful smile.

I thought to myself, for sure she had been looking at his crotch and had seen his throbbing hard on. Perhaps Murad figured she would have been disgusted at him and was now surprised she hadn't pulled away but smiling.

Meena's voice quivered and trailed off: “Sit down Murad. I bring something to drink. What do you like?”

Murad: “I don't want to trouble you.”

Meena smiled again and stood up: “No, it's no trouble! I mean I just wondered if you wanted to sit down some minute with me. Doctor is busy with his work, It's okay.”

Murad sat down and reassured her: “No problem Ma'am, I have time..”

Meena came in and looked at me. Her facial expression was one of thinking to decide.

She said nothing, but smiled slightly and went into the kitchen.

She was not surprised to see me there. Meena knew already I am watching them.

She knew me, my feelings and my reactions and my hidden fantasies, but I had still my hidden secrets, my cameras and, my notes and hours of videos...

I knew her too. For example, I knew at this moment as she gets into the kitchen, she had some controversial feelings. She could never, up to this day, seduce a young lad. That was not her type. Even as if horny all time, she couldn't use the opportunity to take advantage of a younger, virgin lad, as the Murad seemed to be.

I didn't know if she had ever fantasized about younger boys, but as I knew her, she was never interested in them. On the other hand, she saw and felt that he is suffering under sexual pressure and she felt herself guilty for it. I knew her, I knew all her feelings and thoughts. She was sure that she had also her at least one secret from me, the story of her father's betrayal...

She came out with a glass lemonade in her hand. Stood shortly next me, looked in my eyes for some seconds and said: "I know you want me to seduce him, you bad bad boy!"

Then laughed and kissed my lips and left for outdoor. She left the door half open, for sure because of me to hear them!

As I looked out of the window, he was standing and watching her carefully, he had a magazine in his hand.

She gave him his glass and sat down, and asked him: "It was very noble of you to bring me this flowers, but where did you know...?"

“You like gladiolas? I asked my uncle about your favorite flower!” And he blushed.

Meena glanced at the young lad who sat nervously in the chair, suddenly she blurted out: “Come here Murad...”

As Meena leaned toward him, Murad could see her smooth, firm, rounded tits, which were halfway visible.

He tried to look away, but her perfect tit globes held his attention. Murad gulped loudly and pressed the magazine against his crotch. He leaned forward and Meena kissed his cheeks. Now I thought to myself, he is so close to her, to smell her body odor. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat. Then he blushed more, as he looked at my sexy wife’s tits again.

Meena shifted in her chair and now I noticed, Murad saw for sure one of her stiff nipples that poked out obscenely. I could swear they were growing in front of his very eyes. I saw the green fabric of her bikini top poke out that swaddled her nipples perfectly. Otherwise, Meena could see for sure, he is trying to hide his erection...

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[Lollobionda]

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I suppose as she noticed that he is suffering and trying to hide his hard lund, Meena decided instantaneous, to do something for him.

She looked at his eyes. He is waiting for her to say something, I thought to myself. 

She smiled and said, softly: “Have you a girlfriend, Murad?”

Then she nervously placed the temple tip of her sunglasses between her lips and waited for his answer.

Murad gazed at her a bit curiously and responded: “No, Ma'am.”

Meena laughed as her eyes got wide: “Really not?”

“Yes, I have not one!”

“But you are a nice, good looking young man! Why not? How old are you?”

Murad answered: “Nineteen, Ma’am. I think, I had no time up to now…”

She swallowed as her mouth salivated: “I see…”

Then she stared at Murad as he held the magazine tightly in front of him, and she continued to smile at him with trembling lips.

“Please call me Meena. Ma'am, just seems so old.”

As she stared at the young man, I thought how deep black his eyes were. His dark short hair and black, curious eyes were so young and innocent. I thought to myself, Meena couldn't help herself at this point, not to look deep in his eyes.

Murad blushed more as he held the magazine tightly over himself to hide his throbbing lund. 

Meena turned to the window where I stood, looked at my direction, then turned again to him and looked straight ahead into his eyes and while keeping eye contact with the young man, said: “I never did anything like this before Murad. I want you to know that.”

Murad's brow narrowed as he continued to stare at my sexy wife: “Ma'am, I don't know what you are talki...”

She interrupted him: ‘I did think about you, for the last days, since you were here…’

I thought to myself: ‘...okay, she is playing this game as hers and riding on her own line!’

“Did you think about me too?”

She asked calmly as though she was making an effort to control herself: “Did you play with yourself Murad? I mean while imagining me?”

His mouth hung open in disbelief and his eyes widened as he looked at her. 

He gasped and just said: ‘Oh, my god! I…I…’

“You can tell me, Murad. I know it, I see you like me. I like you too… I know what you want…” 

For Meena wasn't any turning back now, I thought, and she didn't want to either, I was sure.

Murad’s mouth dropped. He stared into her beautiful eyes but then back to her breasts and her nipples were fully extended and bulging out of the green Bikini top material.

Meena watched his face as it turned white as the blood rushed from it and continued:

“I saw the way you looked at me last week and also today, Murad.”

She reassured him: ‘It made me happy, I hoped you liked what you saw.’

Murad’s mouth hung open as his bottom lip quivered and he nodded nervously.

Meena reached out and placed her hand on his knee.

I myself had now a bulge in my pants too and as I watched and saw that her hand shook with excitement, I felt a sharp movement of my erection.

“Have you ever had a female hand on you… I mean on your private parts?”

I couldn’t believe that Meena speaks in such a way with a young man.

Obviously she had decided to do it, and she did know that she has to cheer up and to take initiative.

“N..N… No..” Murad croaked. I was sure that his lund at this moment throbbed under his slacks.

Meena’s hand shook at his revelation: “Have you wondered what it would feel like?”

She asked as she tightened her grip on his knee.

I noticed that, Meena wanted to hear the details.

“I...I, don't know, but...” Murad replied.

“I think you'll like it..” Meena said.

“Oh... sure... of course...” His voice crackled.

She giggled: “I'd love to do it. That is if you'll let me…” Meena said seductively.

“Yes... Yes, sure...” Murad breathed heavily, his face turned red: “I'll do it,… I mean you can do it, I… I'll do whatever you want, ma'am!”

Murad looked around and in my direction: “Here?”

“Yes, my husband is sleeping…” She looked over at the window and smiled; “We have our privacy.”

Murad kept waiting for her to start. I could see from his behavior, he is still unsure if this was really happening.

Meena’s eyes were now glancing directly towards his crotch that he concealed under his magazine.

She looked into his young perfect black eyes; “Can I count on you to be my friend?”

My sexy Meena asked as her gaze shifted to his magazine that sat on his lap; “I mean can I trust you, Murad. You don’t tell anybody about our…”

Murad interrupted her; “Yes, sure, Ma’am… I mean Meena…”

It was exciting, he had called her Meena, for the first time.

Meena reached abruptly over with her right hand and pulled the magazine from his lap and tossed it on the table and continued: “I don’t want anyone to find out. I feel I can trust you…”

“You can trust me. I won't tell anyone, Meena. Honest, I won't tell!” Murad whispered as his eyes remained fixated on her hard body: “I promise!” 

He repeated, whispering. His eyes were fixed on Meena’s breasts that stuck out so perfectly in her bikini top.

It seemed to me that he couldn't believe what now and here actually happening.

Meena stared at the crotch of his pants with his lund bulge waiting to be freed.

From the expression in Meena’s face and eyes, I could tell, the last threads of her common sense falling away from her. For a moment they just stared at each other, both anticipating the pleasure to come.

Murad’s stare returned to her perfect tits that peeked out of her bikini top.

Meena looked over at the youngster sitting there and saw him staring into her tits.

She arched her back and forced her bosom outward: “Do you like what you see?" She smirked.

Murad nodded in approval. He hadn't taken his eyes off her firm tits.

Meena began to pull off her bikini top slowly, as his mouth hung open in anticipation.

She opened it in the back and allowed it to fall from her shoulders baring her naked breasts to the young man. Her green top fell behind her back. She straightened in her chair and pushed her tits out: “Do you like them.. my tits?”

I was sure that Murad’s lund throbbed in the tight confines of his jeans as mine, as he nodded. 

My sexy wife just stared at the young man as he devoured her naked torso with his eyes: “Would you like to feel them?”

Without waiting for his response, Meena took the young lad’s hand and raised it to her bare tits. Murad squeezed her smooth, firm tits.

Meena’s hand went behind him and she drew his head towards her.

Murad was obviously confused, but more than willing, he leaned forward and sucked on my wife’s hard, extended nipples. He began to alternate between the swollen nubs, while his hand squeezed and mashed her tits.

As Meena shut her eyes, I knew that his sucking lips sent tremors through her body. 

He licked and sucked hungrily each of her tits. She arched her back and held his head firmly to her chest. I could see, the passion in Murad’s mouth as he kissed her breasts.

Now I watched as Meena reached slowly over and moved her hand up and down on his thigh, going a bit farther up each time.

Murad panted on her tits, his breath billowing hotly over her tit flesh, his mouth slurping greedily. Sounds of kissing and slurping echoed throughout the place and I could hear it clearly through the half open door, as the young lad mashed his teeth against my lovely wife’s flesh. Now it was so far. Meena finally reached his bulging crotch and cupped his cock bulge in her hand, squeezing and rubbing it.

I could swear that his prick was now hard as a rock and she could feel it in her hand.

At this moment I heard Meena moaning with anticipation.

She arched her back, rubbing her firm tits around against the boy's mouth and tongue.

Meena then unzipped his Jeans while he Kissed and sucked on her nipples. She pulled the zipper down, until finally his fly was wide open. She slowly undid his black belt and then unsnapped them as the front of his trousers fell open.

All the while, Murad was tasting my lovely wife’s perfect breasts. He was licking and sucking on them hungrily as Meena felt his crotch and his hard cock.

From my view point I could see his white underwear. His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his lund was obvious beneath the white cotton. Even I could watch, a damp patch where his cock head was leaking.

“Oooooh….” Meena moaned in delight as she saw it, then she licked her lips.

He continued to lap at her beautiful tits as she pulled his head away from her now wet chest.

“Now it is my turn, baby…” She softly spoke as she pushed him back into his chair. Meena’s face showed clearly her lust.

I could say, she was literally curious to see and touch his cock.

She bent down into his crotch, but stopped shortly in a few inches distance to his body.

It seemed to me, now that the most important moment had arrived, Meena is delaying and savoring the expectation. I could see the desire in her face, her eyes were narrowed and her lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her lips. Now she moved her hands down to his tight crotch. She ran her fingers up his prick trunk and stroked it.

Then she drew away from him and hissed with trembling voice: “Kick off your shoes.” She instructed.

Murad kicked his sport shoes off. Meena then drew his tight jeans down and pulled them from his feet. He sat back in the seat in only his socks, underwear and T-shirt.

The young man gave a moan of lust as he stared at my sexy wife’s mouth.

It seemed to me that now, he couldn't wait.

The fact that Meena seemed to be as excited as he was, and eager to do what she pleased, caused this young lad to tremble and moan.

Murad leaned backwards and stretched out in his chair, his legs spread, Meena was now kneeling over into his groin.

She was now rubbing his prick through his white underwear again.

Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down slowly until his throbbing prick was exposed.

Meena gasped and swallowed hard as she saw his lund for the first time.

Murad was very excited as my sexy wife looked up and smiled widely at him while his lund throbbed next to her beautiful face.

Meena pushed his underwear under his balls so that his whole vibrating cock was bared. She gazed at his prick with fascination.

Now I could see His lund clearly too. It was as long as mine, it means about six inches long, but not too thick. With a perfect mushroom head. And it was very hard as an iron bar and red and probably at this moment as hot as molten steel!

It was perfect, but not very huge. The tip of it was already slippery with precum.

“Oh my… it is so beautiful!” Meena smiled and admired the young man’s prick.

She slowly reached out and gripped the root of his prick with her right hand and stroked it up and down, moving just an inch or so at the base of his shaft.

Murad automatically jerked his ass up and drove his prick into her fist. His cockhead was glowing. More precum came out and trickled down his shaft. It was a very thick liquid.

Meena cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand: “So beautiful and sexy.” She cooed.

I could see from her face expression that she is fascinated by his hard prick.

Meena was looking fixed at his lund while holding it at the root, as if fascinated.

“You have a very beautiful lund, Murad.” She purred, giving him a playful gaze.

Then she began to draw her fist up and down his prick first slowly, then tightened her grip and stroked him with a firmer stroke. 

Now she was pumping him steadily, in a rhythm that would bring him off, but moving slowly, probably to last his eruption for a while.

“It's so beautiful and so hard!” Meena murmured as she glanced up into his black eyes with a grin and her breath blew on his cock.

Murad’s body quivered in anticipation: “Ohhh my God!”

Meena was alarmed, she looked at his face and whispered: “Please last as long as you can, Murad…”

She begged; “And try not to cum soon…”

“Okay, ma'am, I mean Meena, I'll try." He panted.

Meena grinned. She stared at the young lund in her hand again.

Murad’s both hands gripped the armrests of his chair as my sexy wife’s mouth came closer to the tip of his dick.

“Ohhh God…” He whimpered.

Now Meena lowered her head into Murad's lap. He felt this and groaned.

She finally touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick lightly.

Murad jumped in the chair and his body cramped. I saw how Meena's eyelids closed and she sighed, savoring the taste of his precum for a moment, and then moaned: “Mmmmmmmh...”

She leaned down into his lap and licked his cock head with long strokes with her tongue. Her lips pursed, she kissed the tip of his dick lightly. Then her lips parted slowly and she took his lund into her mouth with her lips compressed around it.

Murad moaned softly. I could imagine that he had never felt anything as magnificent and exciting as the tight grip of my lovely wife’s beautiful lips on his young lund.

Meena began to suck eagerly. For sure she wanted more of his precum onto her tongue. My hot Meena was soon slobbering down Murad's lund and her saliva running onto his balls. Slowly she began to move her head up and down, absorbing the full length of his hard prick into her mouth.

Now Murad stared down as he watched her lips pull.

My sexy wife glanced up into his deep, black eyes and grinned.

She turned her head and licked his balls, and then she ran her tongue up his shaft from root to head with long slurps.

Meena glanced up and looked with dreamy eyes in his deep eyes.

At this moment I knew that, she wanted him! She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to be his first woman to have. As I watched her, I felt, at this moment she wanted it more than anything else.

“Murad... I... I want your...”

Meena sighed, but suddenly Murad interrupted her and it seemed to me that he is going to explode, “I am going to... I can't hold it longer!” He moaned.

Meena put his lund back into her hot mouth and started to suck hungrily, while moving her head up and down. 

After a short moment, she pulled her lips from his dick and looked up into his eyes and begged: ‘Fill my mouth with your hot cum, Murad!’

And then bent down into Murad's's lap. Meena slipped his lund into her mouth again and began greedily to suck it.

Then one time more, she pulled off his hard cock and spoke: “Cum! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!” She moaned.

Murad cried: “Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh...”

As he continued to fuck my wife's face while it went steadily up and down on his dick.

Then it was so far, he cried out: “Ohhhhhhhh! Meenaaaaaaa!”

I knew that at this moment his balls erupted.

His right hand gripped the arm rest of the chair tightly and his left hand fell onto Meena's head to push it into his groin to get deeper in her mouth.

And I knew that Meena's mouth was at this moment filled with hot sticky cum.

I saw that she gasped and gulped his cum down, taking his cock back into her throat as he trembled a second then a third time.

Meena's head kept going up and down, sucking for more.

Cum overflowed her sucking lips and poured out as her head rose up his rod. Going down again, she sucked it back in.

I thought to myself, my Meena doesn't want to miss a drop and swallowed every bit of the cum from our young gardeners cock. 

Then she moaned in delight: “Mmmmmmmmmh!”

At last Meena took his shaft in her hand and stroked it harder milking it for the last drops of cum it had. She sucked further, milking every last drop of his semen from his lund and swallowing it joyfully.

Finally Murad was finished as he leaned his head back against the chair's back.

Meena continued to suck on his hard lund that softened in her mouth. She sat up, smiling with creamy lips, looking happy and contented. Her hands still wrapped around his cock...

She carefully licked her lips and whimpered: “Ohhhhhh, it was delicious!”

Then she tightened her grip and pulled her fist up one more time. As the last drop of his cum appeared in his piss hole, Meena sank back down to his cock and rubbed it on her cheek and across her lips.

When she released it, his lund swayed up and down and finally flopped onto his Stomach.

He looked down at Meena as she was smiling at him: ”Ohhhh, my God! That was… wow!… You are perfect Ma’am… Meena!” Murad said as he caught his breath.

Then he stared at her naked breasts.

Meena’s nipples still stuck out clearly away from the tips of her beautiful tits.

She gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment then said: “Did you really enjoy it Murad?”

“Yes, it was incredible, I didn't know this is going to be so wonderful, but...”

Then, as if he was suddenly scared, looked at the house door and in a hurry took his pants and tried to put it on.

Meena watched him and his now half erect dick which rapidly disappeared in his pants.

She said softly: “Don't be afraid, Murad. He is sleeping. You can take a shower if you want...” 

And pointed to the guest house.

Murad nodded, stood up and rapidly got in the guest house.

Meena took her bikini top and came in. I was standing there next to the window, with my hard on still persisting in my pants.

She smiled at me and went into the bathroom to wash. The door to the bathroom was open and I could see her. She washed her face and mouth and came out.

I approached to her and said: “How was it...?”

She giggled and said: “He is cute, I like him...”

“I am happy to hear that..” I said and kissed her lips, lightly.

As I let her go, She studied my face shortly, then placed both her hands on my face.

She cupped my features and lowered her lips to mine. This time it was not just a kiss of my wife, but the kiss of a woman who find herself still very much in love! Her fingers slid into my hair and held me to her. Her tongue slid inside my mouth and mine slipped automatically inside hers.

We stroked slowly, while renewing our hunger that we shared. It seemed to me that our lips and tongues, while gliding upon each other, are dancing to a melody.

Finally, as we separated, she got into the walk in closet to change. As she came out, she had a short pants and a loose white blouse on. 
I was sitting on the couch... 

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(10762)

[krishagarwal]

What an erotic update

[Lollobionda]

She came to me and said: ‘I have to go to him, he is a bit scared and confused!’

“Should I go with?”

“No, better not, not today. Give him some time.”

She kissed me on the lips and then got out.

I looked out of the window. She hurried into the guest house. I got upstairs into my study and turned on my computer monitor and switched on to the guest room camera.

Meena was looking at herself in front of the mirror as Murad came out. He had wrapped himself in a bathrobe. Meena turned to him, then she went closer and kissed him shortly on his lips.

He embraced her and asked: “Is Doctor sleeping?”

“Yes. Do you like to stay a bit longer?”

“No, I think better not, You know it is too much for me for one day! I mean I like you... and I loved what you did...”

Meena interrupted him: “Sit down Murad a bit, I have to explain something, it doesn't take long...”

As they were going to sit down he continued: “Yes me too I have to tell you something I want to admit... I... I...I lo...”

Meena abruptedly interrupted him again: “Murad, just listen to me...”

She took his hands in hers and gazed at his face for a long moment. He was looking at her eyes and waiting.

I think this was what she considered as a problem, and I didn't think about it.

At this moment I understood her worry. This young man was going to fall in love with her, or he was already in love with her and this was not good at all.

I was all the time busy with my selfish sexual desires and inclinations and did not think about this possibility. But obviously she knew it since I told her about his interest on her and his behavior last Sunday.

Not later than he presented his gift, the gladiolas to her, I should have known...

Meena began to speak: “I like you Murad, you know this already. I do what I did because I like you…”

Then she giggled and shamefully admitted: "And I am going to do more if you want me to do! But..."

He was silent and just looking in her eyes with open wide eyes.

Meena looked down, perhaps to capture courage. Perhaps she wanted to think about how to formulate her message, not to hurt him emotionally.

Then she abruptly looked up into his eyes and said softly: “But I love Nadir! I belong to him, my heart belongs to him and I can't love somebody else as my man. I don't speak about my husband, but my man, the man of my life. You have to understand this Murad…”

Then she looked down and continued: “Apart from this, I am too old for you, I am too old to be your girl!”

Murad said nothing. There was a long pause, then he stood up and said: ”have to get dressed.” And left for the bathroom.

Meena stayed sitting and waiting, she looked sad and she was worried, I could see this clearly in her face expression.

He came out shortly after, then took his backpack and came to Meena. She stood up and embraced him.

He took her in his arms and whispered: “Thank you Ma'am. Thank you for everything. I understand you. I like you too. I like you very much...”

Meena kissed his cheeks and asked: ‘Next Sunday?’

“For sure!”

She kissed his lips, looked at his face and while smiling, said softly and in a Young, girlish voice: “I'll take care of you as long as you like and as long as you need me. I'll do this because I like you...”

My Meena would meet up with her young lover again, I said to myself quietly.

While sitting there in my study, I had to admit that actually she was managing the situation masterfully.

It seemed to me at this moment, if I am going to lose my control over the happenings, or she is taking control on the situation. I thought about it and I asked myself: Is this so because she is smarter than me! It bothered me a bit that I had not the complete overview as like as she had? On the other hand, I told to myself, she is doing everything as you want and as you wish, what is your problem?! I knew, it was my ego who wanted to have complete dominion over everything.

In the meantime Meena accomponied him to the gate and they stood there some minutes. I could not hear them, then she paid him and he left. I stood up and left my room for downstairs.

She was barely inside, took my hand and pulled me to the stairs: “Come, come my master. I am so horny, I want you, I want you to take me like never before!”....

'He cares not just about the Roses! - 25’ …

That afternoon we had a passionate sex.

Meena was mostly very active and she orgasmed two times. Fist time as I lapped her clit and a second time as we fucked, in missionary position.

Thursday evening, as we were looking at a movie on TV, I think she noticed that my mind was racing with thoughts.

Then suddenly she turned to me and asked: "Nadir, is there something? Did I do something wrong?"

“No, baby. I was just thinking about the next weekend. Especially Sunday.”

She smiled and said: "And about our young Gardner?"

“I am surprised that you didn't tell me what have you talked with him in the guest house. I mean it took some long minutes... And then at the gate also...”

“Wait a minute, Nadir. Previously you told me that you don't want and you don't need to be informed about anything in such situations, but only when you ask about it. I am just running your commands, my lord!”

Then she kissed my lips passionately. 

After the separation, she continued: “If you want, okay, I'll tell you. I tried to clarify, my relation to him. I tried to give a message that he is not allowed to think romantically about this relationship…”

“And were you successful?”

“Yes, I think so, because he told me he is coming back!”

“He told you really he is coming back not just for gardening?”

She giggled and said seductively looking at me: "At least I hope so, I hope my this message is well arrived. Are you satisfied?!"

“Yes, almost, but just one more thing what about the short conversation at the gate?”

Now she flushed in her face and said: “He told me that he was so satisfied sexually as I sucked him. And told me he wants and hopes more!”

“And what did you reply?”

“I told him that I am going to take care of him! Now, you tell me why were you so bothered in the last days, Nadir?”

“I was astonished that you care so about him and about his feelings...”

“Ohhh... my baby is hurt and Jealous...” Meena giggled.

Now I was a bit hurt, from her such reaction!

“Meena, I am not jealous, you have to let the nature play his game. You are not responsible to correct all the missteps and errors in this world, not even when you are responsible for emotional setbacks around you, or because of your behavior. Let the young boys and old men taste the bitterness of letting down and disappointment! This is the life, you win sometime, but you lose often... It is normal. If somebody falls in love with you, this is not your problem, as long as you are not in love with him. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I do. Excuse me Nadir, I know what you mean, but...”

“No buts Meena. If you can not do this, then you can sacrifice yourself according to me, but without my participation...”

I felt a bit anger in my voice but I thought at that moment, this is perhaps the best way to clarify the situation.

She looked at me. I saw the disappointment and even tears in her eyes, but I do not let myself be influenced by that.

We didn't discuss about this theme more the next days. But it was obvious there was some irritation between us....

(10765)

[Lollobionda]

Finally the Sunday was there.

It was not more a warm day. The summer was going to an end.

After Murad arrived and we had our lunch, I told them I am going to swim and talked also Meena into. Murad as always, went to continue working in the garden.

I had my swimming short boxers, and she wore her black and red bikinis which left little to the imagination! Although the important parts were covered, but I was sure that she is intentionally wearing them today.

She was stunning in them. We stood there for a moment next to our chairs, talking.

Enough time for Murad in ten feet distance to admire Meena's sexy body. He made a pause and watched us, definitely Meena. I could read from his looks what he thinks. 

His thoughts were surely about the last week as this nice and sexy body was kneeling before him to suck his cock.

Or perhaps it wasn't her body, he has attracted to. Of course it was part of it. If she'd been two hundred pounds I doubt he would have gravitated to her the way he did.

But I thought it was her type behavior and especially her face, her looks, and the expression in her eyes. The way she smiled. Those are what had drawn every man, even me so strongly to her. I thought that if I was a young lad like Murad, I had fallen in love with her too, immediately.

I mover myself and now I looked at her body from his angle, I was getting the full picture, or much more of it anyway. Her roundish C-breasts were perfect for her frame. Her waist was thin and curved. As she turned and started towards the pool, I got my glimpse of her ass, which was round and firm. At that moment I thought she looked absolutely complete and perfect.

Meena sat on the top step of the pool, put one foot in and pulled it back out, yelping as she did so; ‘Cold…’ She said gravely, looking up at me.

I could see that Murad shifted to side to have a better view of her. Meena realized this and looked and smiled at him shortly.

I took several steps in the water. It was cool, but it felt nice; "It's not so cold..." I told her, walking down the steps up to the water came up to my chest.

“Liar…” She said, flashing a grin.

“It is refreshing, come in.” The water was cold, but I needed to convince her to join me. I went to her and grabbed her hand. 

She jerked back and said: “Don't, Nadir…”

“Come in…” I laughed.

“It was a dumb idea to swim today.”

“It was a very good idea…” I said, smiling.

I reached out to her and clasped my hands around hers. She accepted them. Her hands were soft as always. I walked backwards slowly, leading her into the pool and she followed.

“How are you not cold?” She asked.

I shrugged, still holding her hands: “You get used to it..” I said.

Once she was in fully she shrieked and held her hands out to her sides above the water.

“Not so bad, right?’ I asked.

“It's pretty bad.”

She laughed and said in Murad's direction:"‘I am kinda getting used to it though..."

She was speaking to me, but often maintaining eyes contact with Murad; "It's your fault if I catch a cold tomorrow.”

“I think I can live with that.’ I laughed.

“Then you are dead.’ She said and laughed.

I agreed and laughed. We stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.

“Let's try to move, then it 'll be warmer.” She said, swimming off past me.

We swam around for several minutes, touching each other in meaningful ways, while Murad watched us.

I knew I had an erection, I didn't care if he sees it. But I was sure that Meena feels it!

Eventually I made my way to one of the walls and, standing against it, turned around.

As I did so Meena swam to me and stood in the front of me, Then she looked at Murad smiling and put her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and we stood face to face, our bodies pressed together in the water.

“You were right, thank you. This was a good idea and I'm having a really good time.”

She said warmly and whispered in my ear as she looked at Murad and continued: “Murad too!”

“Me too!" I told her and kissed her lips.

I thought to myself, okay, our little discussion from Thursday evening and the subsequent irritation is now adjusted.

At that moment I wanted more than just to kiss her. But Murad was looking with wide eyes at us and this made me a bit cautious, even if unintentionally.

I knew he had thought of little else but Meena since the moment he had seen her.

Now after their chatting last Sunday and Meena's direct refusal to accept his emotional feelings and love, it was not nice for me to demonstrate that she belongs to me and to show him my power over her. Finally, he was not my opponent or my rival.

I had to plan carefully to use the situation for all to enjoy, but without any harm or bad feelings for anyone.

Our activities up until this point had been harmless enough, mainly because of Meena. We had done no real wrong and had hurt not him, I thought. The question was for me

if I should cross the line now? And if I do it, my game wouldn't stop being a game and some young boy will be hurt?

I don't know if Meena was thinking the same thing, but we stayed there in silence for what felt like a very long time, her body pressed against mine. I felt all time, that she looks in his eyes. Eventually she broke eye contact with him and held her head against my chest.

“You know what I like about you, my baby?’ She asked in a cheerful voice.

“What's that?’ I asked softly, moving one hand to the back of her head.

“You're nice to everybody and you don't like to hurt somebody even if you speak as if It does not matter to you. You're a nice guy even if you pretend not to be!” She said and giggled.

“It's contagious, Somebody who I thought she loves me, gave it to me!”

“I know. Is that so bad?’ She said, not looking up.

“No, It is right and it means a lot to me.”

I rubbed my hand along her cold back, feeling goosebumps along the way: “Still cold?’ I asked her.

“Yes. But I'm not ready to get out though..." She giggled and looked first at me and then turned her face to his direction.

After a moment she turned and looked up at me. We locked eyes for a moment before closed hers, leaned up and pressed her lips against mine.

At that moment I didn't think about my motivations or whether what I was doing was right or wrong. I didn't think about a Young lad who is in love with her and now is watching us. All I thought about was Meena's hot body and the feeling of her kiss.

We maintained the gentle, closed mouth kiss for several seconds.

Then her mouth opened slightly and I felt her tongue against mine as our kissing became increasingly passionate. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her back with the other, and pulled her into me.

Her crotch rested on my erection, and by instinct I pushed up against her.

She moaned slightly as I did so and pushed back, grinding against me as we kissed. From time to time, I had a glimpse at his direction and could see that he watches us with wide eyes and tries to see more and more.

I allowed my one hand to make its way to the clasp of her bikini top, which I unhinged with ease. She held her arms out accommodatingly as I pulled it off, revealing her cute breast underneath. Her nipples were full and erect. I leaned her back and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and rolling over her nipple with my tongue.

She gasped and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me further into her bosom.

I moved my head, then her left breast and repeated the motions, cupping her right breast with one hand as I supported her with another.

“Oh, baby...”

I gave her nipple one last kiss, then moved again to her lips.

She kissed me lustily as I turned us around, now with her back to the pool wall, then picked her up, and placed her outside the tub, her feet dangling in the pool.

I slipped both hands into the sides of her bikini bottom and pulled them down.

It was a struggle due to how wet they were, but she assisted me by first lifting her ass then holding out her legs as I slipped the wet bikini from her.

I wasted no time in grabbing Meena's ass and pulling her right up to the edge of the pool. Her legs dbangd over my shoulders as I buried myself in her bare choot, licking up from her entrance and finding her clit.

“Oh god. Oh... Oohhh...” She said with a heavy breath, grabbing me by the head.

I rubbed my tongue gently over her clit up and down.

She struggled to keep her voice down. I was sure it was an incredible turn-on for Murad to see all this and to hear her moaning.

“Oh Nadir... Baby, can I call him...?!”

She moaned, I looked up at her and then at Murad and back in her eyes. Our eyes met, while her pelvis still grinding against me.

I looked at him again, he was standing there and hearing this and looking at me. He was looking in my direction, for the first time since our game had begun and now waiting for my approval.

“Yes, you can…” I said slowly to Meena.

Then I began again applying pressure with my tongue on her clit, eliciting a deeper moan from her, while I was gazing at her face. 

She looked at him and moaned: "Oh... Murad, baby come here, take your things off... come to me..."

He hurried while getting undressed.

Meena laughed as she watched him quickly kick out of his clothes while approaching to her. Then he stood by her side with an incredible hard on, waiting.

I pushed my tongue left and right over her clit, as she looked pleadingly at his erection and let my hair go and pulled him with both hands around his thighs to her.

When his proud and hard erection finally got to her, his face was glistening with sweat.

He could notice now, a certain look in her eyes, a look of anticipation while looking at his face. Then she took his erection in her soft hands and looked waiting and pleading in my eyes, for some seconds.

I said softly: “Do you want it, my love?”

She nodded: “Yes”

I insisted: “Say it, say what you want…”

“I want it in my mouth, his dick... May I?”

That look in her eyes was incredible, her eyes are filled with joy, disbelief, and smoldering passion. She was looking at my face, waiting for permission. Then shortly she gazed at his dick in her hands, squeezed it and licked her lip. She couldn't wait, then gently kisses the head of his hard on just for a second.

The feel of her warm lips on his cock made his blood rush feverishly in his face and a glad smile spreads across his it.

Meena then turned her gaze to me again and asked whispering: “Do you allow me Nadir?”

It seemed to me that at this moment her behavior to ask about my permission to do something, was not just because of me, but also to show him, who here the boss is and who has to decide over everything and she is never going to act other than his will.

It take some moments for me to answer. They both were waiting impatiently and I was enjoying this.

I said finally: “Do you want him in your mouth?”

“Yes, please...”

“Do you want his cum in your mouth, Meena?”

“Yes.. I..I.. Let me suck him please?” She repeated her demand, with a trembling voice.

From their facial expression, I could see that they both could barely contain their excitement. At this moment, for the first time, Murad pleaded out loud, hoping I give her the permission.

He gasped: “Please... Please...”

I looked at his prick. It was so hard in her hands, and wanted to be pleased with this incredible creature's mouth.

I watched as Meena was looking alternately at me and the iron-like cock in her soft

hands, her chest heaved as a sigh escaped her and Murad's eyes glimpsed her bare fleshy breasts and taut pink nipples.

She didn't wait more, her arms clasped around his thighs and her body presses firmly against them. Meena's soft breasts feel so inviting against his legs.

Of their own accord his hands tangled in her hair as he tried to pull her head against his erection. She resisted and tried to pull away.

At this moment Murad pulled her head back and leaned forward and his lips came on hers. She sighed, but didn't open her mouth. He licked her lips and sucked on them. Then let her go.

At seeing this, I groaned: "Kiss him baby, let him kiss you..."

Meena's mouth opened hungrily at once to receive her young lover's insistently probing tongue. I thought to myself, for sure many times he's dreamed of kissing her again and now it was real.

I could see at her kissing, how much she wants him, and how she demonstrated it, it fed his hunger for her all the more.

His mouth crushed down on hers, and she eagerly responded, releasing a moan filled with longing from deep within her throat.

I thought to myself, hearing and knowing that she enjoys his kissing with such pleasure, must have been very satisfying for a young man like Murad.

Murad's lips left hers and then he pulled her up to a standing position.

He began first to kiss her lips again and then traced a path down her neck to her full and waiting breasts.

She gasped and looked at me shortly and as the feel of his hot mouth covered her already erect nipple, she closed her eyes, and gripped once more his erect manhood with her right hand.

Now I could see clearly that, the delightful pressure of him sucking her nipples made her flush from the inside out. She held his head to her chest with her left hand, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her breasts. Meena threw her head back and thrust her chest forward in offering. 

He was moving from one pert nipple to the other, his tongue licking, swirling and finally biting.

“Ooohhhhhh Murad, please...” She begged and he acknowledged that it was too much for her..

My hard on in the water was killing me! I took my swimming shorts off while watching them. Then gripped to Meena's calf and groaned: “Come to me baby…”

She turned around and sat on the edge of the pool wall again. But I had other plans.

“Come into the water…” And pulled her into the pool.

Murad was standing there and while caressing his erection, watching us.

I went one step backwards and Meena slipped into the water and stood in the front of me and said softly: “Hey…” And smiled.

“Hey..”I smiled back.

Then she turned her face and looked at Murad smiling. She wanted to put her arms around my neck, but I whispered: “Turn around my lovely...”

Meena turned around and supported her arms on the pool's edge.

Now I reached under her armpitss and ran my hands forward and took her beautiful tits in my hands and began to caress her now very hard nipples.

She stood there and looked up at his face. Then I began to pinch urgently on her nipples. Meena moaned softly.

I put my lips on her neck as I continued mauling her lovely tits. She pushed her hips back into me, perhaps needing to feel my hard lund wedged firmly in her ass crack.

Murad was caressing his dick furiously now.

My tongue and then my teeth were on her neck.

My prick was now between her legs and at the entrance of her choot and I could feel the slipperiness of her choot and her wetness there which felt other than the water dampness. Slight moans were coming from Meena's lips. I let go her nipples and took her by the hips and pulled her against me.

Murad who was looking with wide eyes at us. 

I pointed to him and groaned: “Come Murad, sit down, let her have it...”

Meena nervously looked up at him, while I kissed behind her ear and she twisted her head, and murmured: “I love you, I love you baby…”

“I love you too…”

Meena continued with trembling voice: “I want you in me… Please…” She pleaded with a breathy whisper.

I moved my head around hers and kissed her neck once more.

"Mmmmm…’ She whimpered, her head lolling to whatever side I pushed it.

Meanwhile Murad was sitting on the edge of the pool and his feet were dangling in the water. His solid hard on was standing proud from his crotch.

I noticed Meena is gazing at it, fascinated.

She stretched her right hand and took his rod, then she began slowly to caress it.

I couldn’t hold me back more. I pushed my hips forward and then I felt my prick slipped into her cunt.

She moaned: ‘Oh God… Oh baby…"

And she moved her feet farther apart so I could get in her more easily.

Meena was spreading herself open for me. Her ass pressed against my groin as if needed to feel the pressure of my body.

I tried to pull her back more against me. I grabbed and squeezed her ass before moving with my hand to her breasts again. My dick parted the aroused lips of her choot more and ran the full length of the opening and moved insistently along her inflamed cunt.

Meena had now Murad’s prick in her right hand. She looked Murad deep in the eyes.

I could imagine what she is thinking: this was the young man who was going to become her lover, the young lad who was years younger than her...

Murad leaned toward her, putting his arm around my sexy wife as he placed his lips on hers. He kissed her with open mouthed urgency.

The tip of his tongue wriggled wormlike between her lips and began insistently nudging her perfect teeth. Meena now opened her mouth slowly and willingly, before her oral cavity was suddenly filled with the slippery, suggestively thrusting tongue of the young man. Soon, she was sucking his tongue hungrily and rolling her mouth against his.

Their tongues wrestled back and forth from one mouth to the other.

The slippery, lustful sounds of oral suctioning could be heard softly but distinctly in the otherwise quiet garden. As the kiss went on, Meena threw her arms around him, sucking down hungrily on his tongue.

I breathed in her ear: "Go ahead! Stroke it! stroke his dick!" I demanded.

I was now moving and stopping alternately. I didn’t want to cum too soon.

Meena stopped their kiss and stared down at the hard prick as she found herself face to face with it.

Murad straightened up while seeing the look on her face and waiting, as she started to stroke his hard prick slowly.

Then she looked up at him and exhaled deeply. Meena continued slowly jerking the young shaft, softly pulling back the foreskin.

“Go on! Put your mouth on it! Put him in your mouth baby, let him fuck your mouth, as you wish!” I urged.

Meena moaned at hearing this: “Oh, my God…”

Then finally my gorgeous wife bent slowly forward, took his fat knob into her warm mouth, her tongue wetting his bloated prick. Murad let out a low moan, it seemed that the feeling of Meena‘s tongue and mouth on his cock was incredible.

“Oh yeah! Oh, it feels so good!” He groaned. His groin was convulsing, as he felt Meena slobber all over his cock.

Meena swirled her tongue around as she took his prick deeper into her mouth and started sucking harder, vigorously running her small hand up and down his meat.

Meanwhile, I was fucking her choot with slow and long movements. I wanted to extend my pleasure and I wanted to prevent to cum too soon.

As she continued her oral efforts, Murad‘s features contorted.

Meena had barely been sucking him off for two minutes, but after watching her sexy body all day and her sexual desire in the last hour, he couldn't fight the rush to climax as his body tensed up, his prick convulsing. Noticing his impending orgasm, Meena’s both hands engulfed the base of his erupting tool.

“Ohhhh… I'm cumming!” Murad cried, as he emptied the content of his balls into Meena‘s mouth.

Without being asked to, Meena swallowed the thick fluid that shot out of his prick, as she held onto his cock. Swallowing the last drops of his seed, my hot wife lifted her head and swirled her tongue around his piss-hole once again, cleansing his member from the cum. I myself couldn’t also wait more. I was too excited. Meena felt this from my increasing pace. She took a deep breath, and arched her ass up for me.

Then, with one hand on her hip, I went to work her choot with my cock. Meena stared nervously back up at me and waited, then suddenly bit her lip and tensed up.

I thought to myself that I can't hold back, and groaned: "I'm about to cum, baby!"

With that, I began fucking Meena as fast as I could. 

As I began to climax, Meena just groaned with a sobbing and stuttering as she took my pounding orgasm deep inside her: “Oh… Oh… Oh.. my God…cum baby… cum in me… cum in my hungry choot….”

I bottomed out with a groan and held myself deep inside her.

Then I stayed still until my cock slipped completely from her choot. After my cumming, it took not long as I was shivering and I felt I am cold. At this moment I noticed Meena has also goose bumps. Murad sat relaxed and looked at her while he had still a hard on!

I said quietly: “Wow, it was incredible, but I am cold now, you have also a goose bump baby, don’t you feel cold?”

“Yes. I think it is better I get out of the water, can you help me please?” She demanded Murad.

“Yes of course.” He replies and reached for her hand.

The sun continued to sink into the horizon, and it was going to be colder.

Out of the water, he could fully see her magnificent nude body. Me too.

I marveled at the sight, and I thought to me, she's a beauty that appeals to any man to possess her!

Meena looked at his lund, gripped it and giggled, then turned to me and said: "He has all time an erection!"

“He needs your attention, I think.” 

I laughed and continued: “But I am done! I am going upstairs to shower. You can use the downstairs bathroom..” 

Then I left.

I stayed shortly behind the curtain, and looked out of the window at them.

Meena was looking down at his erection still and then reached with her hand and caressed his cock again, for a short time.

Murad came close to her and tried to kiss her lips from side.

Meena turned her head to him and her tongue licked his lips for long seconds and then her mouth sought his, making his naked cock swell for her more and more.

He reached and embraced her other shoulder with his left hand while pressing his bare chest to her right upper arm and shoulder. He was now caressing her tits and nipples slowly and slightly with his right hand.

I could see in Meena's facial expression, that she is now very aroused. I thought she would cum just from his caresses.

Meena looked at him with such longing in her eyes that it almost hurt.

She stopped him and said: “Murad, baby, I must go in, I have to shower, it is very cold, I'm freezing..”

Then kissed his lips shortly again and continued softly: “I'll be back soon…”

With one last lingering kiss, Murad reluctantly left her body. He then sat in a chair.

Meena asked: “How are you not cold?”

“I am burning!” He laughed.

“Okay, wait for me.” And she got into the house....

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10773

[Sarathkumar]

Continuation would be appreciated!!!! please continue!!

[Lollobionda]

At the same I was running the stairs up.

At the last moment I thought I heard the door once more opening and then closing.

I hurried into the bathroom. My showering took not more than five minutes.

I didn't want to miss some live action!

After some short minutes as I was coming down, I heard Meena, who tried to be quiet.

“No, please, Murad. Please stay there baby. We have to wait for him!”

Okay, I thought to myself, as I heard the door opening previously, that was he who followed her and came in.

But obviously Meena has not yet allowed him to do something, I thought to myself, and the anticipation only serves to heighten his amorous mood and his desire for her!

I looked from the stairs to the open door of the bathroom, and saw his shadow.

I tried not to make any noises and tiptoed down the stairs, carefully and silently.

Now I was downstairs. And saw the door to the bathroom was open. I could imagine that Meena left it open for me. It was now a bit darker outside and in the living room 

no lights were on. The only light was coming from the bathroom.

Murad was standing in the bathroom, about two feet away from the door with his back to the outside and me.

And about three feet distant from him, Meena were showering. Her beautiful body, her erect nipples and the sweet triangle of her sex mound was so exciting.

I could see that he slowly caresses his still hard lund, while watching her beautiful body and her movement under the shower.

Meena turned the faucet down to reduce the running of water.

Murad groaned: “Please Meena, I need you, I want you, let me...”

She interrupted him and while looking down at his hard on, shortly licked her lips and said: “Oh… Me too, baby, me too. I want you too, but we have to wait, he comes soon.”

He sighed as he continued caressing his erection.

To look at her and not allowing to have her, not even touch her, was driving him nuts, I supposed. I realized that I was rubbing myself too, and I had a semierection again. But his, I thought to myself, is so hard that it possibly hurts!

Then a moaned came out of his mouth. I felt sorry for him, but the pang of jealousy made me to be satisfied. I had to admit I was glad she was waiting for me.

In spite of what she had done and all the adventures with her uncle, Meena had now never entertained the idea of anything happening without my being there. Right there. To see it from beginning to the end.

She didn’t want to hurt me and to cause a situation as like as our short time separation.

My heart still raced, as I stood there hidden and watched and spied on them.

At this moment, I was not more jealous, and actually I was missing the exciting feeling of spying on her and her lover.

What really bothered me was how horny I was every time I thought or imagined her adventures with her uncle Mansour.

At this very moment I decided to organize another sexual meeting between them!

It was like a drug I didn't like, but wanted more of, anyway!

So ironically, I thought.

I heard him moan once more. That was it. He couldn't take it any longer, it seemed to me. But at this moment he stopped his masturbation and let his lund free.

Meena was standing with wet body and hair and looking at his prick hungrily.

As she looked up, she saw my silhouette in the darkness and said: “Is he there? Are you there Nadir?” She sounded desperate.

I responded: “Yes, I am here baby…”

"Finally…” Came Murad's voice as he turned and saw me standing there. Then he moved forward.

“Oh God…” Meena moaned, as she knew what is coming.

I went in to have a close look and stood left to them leaning to the wall of the bathroom.

Murad was now at about one and half feet distant to her and then he stood still and began stroking his lund again, as he stared at Meena’s choot.

Meena looked at me questioning with lustful, demanding eyes. I knew what she wished.

I nodded with my head as approval. 

She turned to him and asked with vibrating voice: “Do you want me?” She was alternately looking at him and me.

“Oh my God. Yes…” Murad replied at once.

“Excuse me baby, I've been bad. Teasing you and making you wait. I'm so sorry.”

Meena was moaning her words: “I have to pay for it…”

No answer came from Murad.

“Do you want me here?” She asked.

“Yes, just here, I want you now and here…” Murad groaned.

“Oh my Goddd…” Meena moaned.

There was a long silence.

She is teasing, me, but more Murad, I thought.

The intense and disconcerting jealousy I had felt always was not there more, not even a small part of it.

There was just an immediate desire for Meena to get silly fucked by this young lad.

It was difficult, but I had only to stay where I was and watch.

“You are so bad, Meena. You let me suffer. Now turn around and show me your back, show me your ass…” Murad groaned commanding.

Wow! I thought to myself. This young man is learning too fast! He felt instinctively that this sexy woman needs to be commanded.

Meena looked shortly at me and swiftly turned her beautiful back and firm ass to him while supporting herself with her palms on the wall.

Then I noticed she is looking back at him, panting in a mixture of dread and anticipation.

“Is this good?” She asked Murad while thrusting her ass back and wiggling it to him.

“I'm ready for you, baby…” She said softly.

Murad headed toward her and encircled her body with her arms. Meena‘s ass was level with his erection.

“Oh God… Nadir…” Meena moaned to me as she felt his hardness contacting her buttocks.

“Mmmmm…” She moaned again.

“I am wet Nadir, I am wet and ready for him. Murad come, you are so hard baby. Put it in, put it where it belongs…”

I looked open mouthed as he bent his knees a bit and then his stiff cock disappeared between the upper part of her thigh.

“Ohhh… Yes! You needed it for hours, take me…” Moaned Meena loudly.

Murad pushed the full length of his cock deep inside my wife in one smooth stroke.

There was no foreplay. There was no tease more.

“Oh Meena, You are so tight and wet! You feel perfect…”

“Oh… God! Yes. Yes. Yes. Mm. Mm. Mm…” Meena moaned.

Then, louder and louder, the sound of slapping flesh filled the bathroom, broken only by the occasional grunt from Meena and smaller bangs against bathroom wall.

Murad had her up against the wall, fucking her against it.

“Yeah, I am fucking you Meena…” He grunted.

More slapping sounds.

“Oh yesss… fuck my cunt…” Meena moaned as Murad plunged his cock deep into her hungry wet cunt..."

At the same time he was caressing her buttocks with one hand and pulling her tits with the other.

“Oh God fuck me. Mm. Mm. Mm. Ye-e-es oh God. Oh God. Oh God…” She moaned continuously.

I noticed Meena is now standing on her tiptoes. I gulped and furiously pulled my cock.

I was completely erect and on the way to explode.

“Like that…?” Murad groaned as he slammed into her.

“Um..hmmm!” She moaned, sounding smothered.

Murad was with all his strength in fucking Meena up against the wall as hard as he could.

Meena had her palms on the wall as she absorbed each thrusting up into her, eliciting throaty grunting sounds each time her body was lifted as they fucked. She slowly let her head fall back and turned to see me, the look in her eye one of complete seriousness.

It was so hot to see her face and gaze so lustfully, as she looked at me.

I was delirious with the knowledge that it meant he was forcefully pumping his semen into my Meena as he held her.

“Nadir!...” She moaned.

I immediately walked closer to see exactly that, as Murad held her in his arms and spasmed against her body. She stared at me as she rested her head against his shoulder as she took his orgasm deep inside her.

“Ohhh, So! Good! Mmmm!” He groaned.

I was jerking off as fast as I could.

As he caught his breath, Murad slowly relaxed his hold on Meena, letting her free.

He stepped a little backwards and his dick came out.

She was still holding onto the wall with her palms. She looked sexy as hell in this position. The water beating down on them.

Meena wanted to turn around, but Murad shoved her by the shoulder as he held her

waist. He bent her forward and began rubbing the head of his softening cock up and down against her choot from back. Meena's eyes closed on me as she rested her face against the wall.

“I'm going to do you again… I fuck you again...” He said, staring down at her and then at me for approval. I nodded.

“Oh God…” Meena moaned, looked at me and immediately stepped back and pushed her ass out.

Murad pushed into her and her eyes closed tight.

They opened again as she heard me grunting and moaning while started jerking.

I began beating off intensely.

“Cum… Cum baby… cum for me Nadir...” Meena mouthed at me.

I did. I leaned into the wall, twitching and moaning.

Seeing me while ejaculating and at the same time feeling the new arrival of his dick in her choot, was enough for Meena, and she dug her nails into the wall as she too began to orgasm as Murad pumped into her from behind. She stretched an arm toward me and looked at me pleadingly.

“Not... yet!” Murad grunted, and grabbed her by the wrist and placed her hand back against the wall as he pumped her.

He was fucking Meena faster and faster, keeping his grip on her hips.

Then he suddenly slowed to spastic twitching as he was overcome by his second orgasm. He wrapped an arm around Meena's torso and pulled her back against him and came and came... Then he closed his eyes and moaned against her ear.

Meena maintained her eye contact with me as her body trembling before him.

The look in Meena’s eyes was a look of lust and desire.

I was still leaning against the wall and milking my lund as I watched her take his seed for the second time…

Afterwards Meena and I went upstairs and showered together.

Murad stayed downstairs to shower, then we sat down in the living room. She wanted to cook, but I said we order Pizza....


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[Sarathkumar]

Erotic one!!!!!

[Lollobionda]

’Murad come again to sea Meena - 26' …

When Murad come today Nadir was not around. It was clear to Murad that Meena was lonely, not only based on what she said but how she acted.

At any age, Meena would be considered attractive. The type that would look amazing in pantyhose from the 1980s, or lay bare in a bikini like Murad usually saw her. Meena clearly knew her body was amazing. She had no problem showing it off around the pool. Every time Murad ever saw her she was wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini.

On some women, it would appear to be inappropriate for her age, almost embarrassing.

But for Meena, with firm breasts, a tight gaand, and those amazing legs, she looked at least hot. She was wearing her usual skimpy suit when Murad reported for work on Sunday afternoon at 4 p.m. The sun was beating down at probably the hottest part of the day. 

"Afternoon, mam." Murad said as he opened the gate to the pool area. 

Meena was reclined on a lounge chair, drinking some kind of drink that was bright pink and had an umbrella. She wore sunglasses and was reading a book.

She looked over the top of her shades at Murad, smiled slightly, and said: "Hi, Murad, Come on in."

Murad wore a bathing suit, like he usually did when he was working around water, and a T-shirt. As with most college students, he was in good shape. About 5-10, athletic and muscular, he had no problem attracting college girls. He wasn't a player so much, but he also never went home lonely if he wanted companionship.

But Meena was unlike any of the girls he met on campus. She had the sort of mysterious aura, and confidence that can only be found in older women who have been there and done that. He was intrigued by her, but he wanted to play it cool. She was twice as old as he was and he had no idea if she thought of him in any way other than as the guy who cleaned her pool.

Meena certainly didn't see him that way. To her, he was someone to seduce as only she could. With Nadir gone out of seven am, Meena escaped into a world of fantasy and masturbation. But with Murad on the scene, she saw an opportunity to play out one of her longtime favorite fantasies ... seducing Murad now und here.

She went about it in a very deliberate way. For the first few weeks he worked for her, she did nothing other than to wear her skimpiest bikinis around him. As the days went on, she made sure to give him plenty to look at, by bending over whenever possible in front of him, adjust her bikini top strap, or spread her legs while lounging by the pool to let him see the inside of her thighs. She knew he was watching her.

But on this particular sunny afternoon, as Murad began cleaning the pool just a few feet  away from her, Meena decided it was time to progress to the next level in her plans. 

It had been months since she had sex, and with a full moon that night, she was feeling even hornier than normal. She had been thinking about her plan for days and decided this was the perfect time to give it a whirl. If it failed, then no harm, no foul. But if it worked. Well, that would be amazing.

She started by turning over onto her stomach and undoing the strap of her bikini top. She let it fall to side, careful to make sure Murad was watching when she did it so he knew that she was essentially sunbathing topless, even though he couldn't see anything. As she lay on her belly, she spread her legs apart. Even though her bikini covered everything, Murad couldn't stop himself from staring at her and imagining what it would be like to mount her from behind as she lay there.

He felt an erection start to build as he cleaned the pool. He kept an eye on her and continued to seduce her in his mind. Just as Meena had fantasies about Murad, he too thought about what it would be like to have her while her husband was away. Murad had never been with any woman bevor Meena and older than 25 and he was curious some after about Meena. While he was certainly sexually experienced, he knew she was in sexmode too. He thought she might be able to show him a thing or too. Plus, he was just horny. His erection continued to build as he imagined what it would be like to climb on top of Meena when he saw her sit up, her arm around her bikini top to keep it

covering her ample, but not enormous, breasts.

"Hey Murad," she called.

"Yes?"

"I'm going inside to take a shower. Can you just finish up out here?"

"Yeah, no problem," he said. 

Murad wondered why she had bothered to tell him where she was going. She could have just as easily gone inside without saying a word. She was under no obligation to give him all the details of her comings and goings.

Then he got to thinking: Maybe she wanted him to know what she was up to. It didn't escape Murad's attention that she seemed to like showing off for him. Could it be that she was sending him a message? And if so, what was the message?

He watched her walk into the house. He had only been inside a couple times and he wasn't exactly sure what the layout of the house was. But he knew her bedroom was on the main floor and he assumed the shower was nearby. The bedroom window faced the pool, so he kept an eye on that. Even though the sun was out, he could tell when the bedroom light turned on. He saw Meena walk in. He continued cleaning the pool as he saw her open the door to the master bathroom and turn on that light.

Based on where that door was, Murad could tell the bathroom was just around the corner of the house near the pool supply shed. He decided to walk over there, pretending to need something from the shed. From there he could easily see in the window without being obvious about it.

Meena had hoped Murad would see her going inside. That's why she left all the window shades open. And, of course, that's also why she announced her plans to go take a shower. She figured the safest way to seduce her young pool boy was first to show off for him to see if he took the bait, then go from there. Meena was a confident woman and had no problem whatsoever being an exhibitionist. 

In fact, she got off on it. So when Meena walked into the bathroom the first thing she did was remove her bikini top. Her dark brown nipples were erect, mainly from the excitement of finally executing her plan. And, she could see Murad out of the corner of her eye watching her without trying to be obvious about it. She decided to give him a show.

After turning on the shower water, Meena faced the bedroom mirror with her back to the window. She slid down her bikini bottoms, revealing her tight, untanned ass to Murad. She ran her hands down both of her thighs, then around to her breasts. As she stared into the mirror she fondled herself, pinching her nipples and making sure to give Murad a good reflected view of her work.

Murad was trying to keep himself fairly well hidden behind the storage shed, but as Meena got more involved with playing with himself he found himself caring less and less about trying to hide. He also found the erection in his swimming trunks growing. There was clearly a bulge now, and he very much wished he could just yank his trunks off and start jerking off in front of the window. Instead, he continued to play it cool, not knowing for sure where things were headed.

After a couple minutes of playing with her breasts, Meena let her hands slide down her chest to between her legs. From Murad's view, he couldn't see what she was doing since the mirror didn't go down that low and she wasn't facing him. That was all part of her plan. She wanted to tease him. But she was getting excited and couldn't help herself from letting the middle finger of her right hand slide into her now moist twat. She rubbed her clit and closed her eyes as the bathroom mirror and window began to fog up from the heat of the shower water.

Murad was fully erect now. His dick, about 6-inches long, was throbbing and wanting to burst through his swimming trunks. Instead, he tried to gracefully adjust himself and keep working. As the window got foggier, his view of Meena became and more obscured, until finally he couldn't see anything. 

He decided then to get back to work.

Meena took a quick shower and reappeared poolside about 10 minutes later, wearing a white cotton bathrobe. She had nothing on underneath.

Even though it was 10 minutes since Murad had seen her little show, he still had an erection. He knew Meena could see it and he didn't care. In fact, he hoped that she was looking at it.

"Murad?" she called out.

"Yes?" he answered from the other side of the pool.

"Could you come here a minute?" she called back.

Murad walked over, standing about two feet away from his employer.

Meena looked right at his crotch where his half-erect penis was bulging inside his trunks. Then she looked him in the eye.

"Do you like working here?" she asked him.

"Yes, I do," Murad said.

"Do you have enough work to stay busy?" she asked him."Yes, I do," he said.

"Would you be interested in more tasks if I gave them to you?" she asked playfully. 

Murad wasn't sure where she was going with this questioning, "what did you have in mind?" he asked her.

Meena just smiled and sat on the lounge chair, "Well now, that depends," she said. 

She pulled her knees up close to her chest. The bathrobe came down to her mid-calf, covering most of her leg and the rest of her body. But as she sat there, she slowly let the robe creep up her legs, which she slowly started to spread apart. 

Murad couldn't help staring. But before Meena revealed anything, she stopped and stood up.

"I have a lot of lawn to care for," Meena said. "Do you know how to work a mower?"

Murad was caught off guard. 

He thought she was going in a completely different direction, "Um, yeah I guess," he said. "I can cut grass."

"OK, well, if Nadir agrees I may boost your salary by 200 Rupee a week if you can take care of my lawn for me," she said.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want," Murad replied. 

Meena lay back down on the lounge chair in her robe and crossed her legs at her ankles... 

"How's the pool cleaning coming?" she asked.

"Fine," Murad said. 

"But it sure is hot out. Could I bother you for a drink of water?"

"Sure," she said. "I'll go get it."

As she walked inside the house, Murad's head was swirling. He thought for sure she was going to seduce him right here by the pool, especially after her little show in the bathroom, but then she went the complete opposite direction with her question about cutting the grass.

Meena was inside the house for a few minutes when she called out to Murad, "Murad? Could you come in here a second?"

Murad walked inside. Meena was standing in the kitchen, "Yes?" he asked.

"I've got your water here, but I was wondering if you cared for something more than that? I can mix up any kind of drink you like," she said.

"Well, I don't normally like to drink on the job," Murad replied.

"Oh, really?" Meena said. "What else don't you like to do on the job?" 

As she said that she walked closer to him, letting the robe move freely from side to side, revealing more of her cleavage and thigh with each step.

"Well, to be honest," Murad said, "I don't like to be teased."

"Is that so?" Meena said, now standing just inches away from him. 

"And who, pray tell, do you think is teasing you?"

As she said that, Meena reached down and gently grabbed Murad's lund from outside his swimming trunks. It was already about half-erect, but the surprise grope from Meena caused it to grow almost immediately to its full langht.

"Well, I would say you were," Murad said, never breaking eye contact or acknowledging her hand on his cock. 

"And why's that?" Meena asked in a little girl voice. 

"Did I do something to give you a false impression?" Her hand was on his lund the whole time.

"No," Murad said, deciding to play her game but up the ante. 

He put each of his hands on the edges of her robe just above her breasts, "You've been very forthright in what you expect from me."

As he said that, Murad opened the robe and pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing her naked chest and erect nipples. She was clearly excited. Meena didn't miss a step.

"Yes, I do have high expectations," she said. 

She began stroking his lund from outside his swimming trunks as they continued to talk. "If you want to continue working here, you have to keep the boss happy."

"And how can I do that?" Murad asked as he stared at her tits. 

God, he wanted her so bad right now.

"Well," she said. 

"You could start by taking off these trunks and showing me what you've got barely hidden in there."

She took her hand off his cock. She could see a small precum stain from the outside of his trunks.

"I'd be happy to do that," he said. "Once you take off your robe."

"You first," Meena said.

Murad took a step back and pulled out the strings of his bathing suit. They were tied into a knot. It took him a minute to untie the knot, but once he did he happily slid them off. His lund bounded out, finally free and unrestrained.

"That's nice," Meena said, unable to stop herself from paying him a compliment. 

She loved lund, especially young ones. She kept her end of the bargain as well, untying her robe, letting it fall to the ground.

"Have you ever been with a woman as old as me?" Meena asked him, still staring as his bulging dick.

"No, I haven't," Murad said. He wasn't lying.

"What do you think it would be like to fuck me?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure," Murad said. "I think it would be OK."

"Just OK?" Meena asked incredulously. "Young man, that is an insult."

"Well," Murad replied. "What do you want me to say? I have no idea what you're like in bed. Just like you have no idea what I am like."

"Oh, but I know your type," Meena said. "You're good looking, can always get the girls, and because of that you get lazy in bed. You forget how to please a woman."

Murad was offended, "Is that so?" he said. "What makes you think I can't please a woman?"

Meena laughed, "Because if you knew how, we wouldn't be having this conversation and you'd be doing it right now."

"Then let's do it," Murad said, approaching Meena.

"No," she said. "I don't think you're ready."

Murad looked at her, dumbfounded, "What?"

"You're not ready," she said. "You may be ready sometime soon, or you may not. But I don't think you're ready to deal with me yet. But listen, I'm not a complete bitch or psycho, so don't worry. You won't leave here today unhappy."

With that she got down on her knees in front of Murad and before you could reply she grabbed his lund and thrust it into her mouth. She took his whole 6-inches in almost immediately, sucking him with a force he had never felt before.

"Bhagwan," he said. "God."

He couldn't control himself. He shot his wad, with great force, just 10 seconds after Meena had put his lund into her mouth. She was amazing at giving head.

She swallowed it all down and continued sucking him off until he was all done.

"There," she said. "I have given you what you wanted today. You came. Tonight, after you have gone, I will lay in my bed with my vibrator and think about your lund in my mouth while I masturbate. I will cum very hard and it will feel good. But the next time you come to clean the pool, it will be you who are making me cum, not my vibrator. Between now and then I want you to think about exactly how you're going to make that happen."

Before Murad could answer Meena got up off the floor, put on her robe and started walking back toward her bedroom.

"Now put on your trunks and go home.” …

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