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

[Sarathkumar]

Nice one but was too short!! Requesting to give a big and frequent updates!!

[Lollobionda]

'An unannounced visit! - 27’ …

We had some relaxing days.

It was Friday afternoon and I was still working. I had to work a bit longer. It was about two o’clock and I knew Meena is at this time shopping or at home, she left the home at half past one as every Friday. I was busy in my office with a patient as my mobile phone rang. I looked at the number it was Meena. 

I took it and before let her to say something, I told her: “I call you in some minute darling.” And hang on.

In about fifteen minutes I had time to call her.

Her voice was a bit excited: ‘Nadir, can you come home? I mean now, Murad is here.’

“What? Why? What does he want?”

"He says he cannot come on Sunday."

"Okay, and when comes he instead of it?"

"In two weeks, can you please come home now?"

"What is the problem, baby. Tell him, that’s okay!"

"Nadir I think he wants more! He is here not just because of that!"

“Meena, my baby, be relaxed and control the situation! I can’t come now. I have much to do, perhaps in one hour, but sure not earlier!”

“Okay. I try, see you…”

I was after one and half hour at home.

She came out while I rode into the garage. As I got out of the car, she embraced me and kissed me on the lips and we stayed for some minutes in the garden while chugging.

Finally, I whispered: ‘Is somebody there?’

'No, Murad has left already.'

'Is everything okay with you?'

'Yes, he wanted me!'

'And? Was he successful?'

'No, of course not!'

'Okay, can we go in? I want you to tell me everything.'

'Yes ... I am cooking for dinner.'

I let her finish her working in the kitchen and as we sat for dinner I asked her: “How long was he here?”

She thought one Moment and replied: ‘About half an hour.’

Then she told me about his short visit. Murad hoped to move and convince her to let him fuck her, but she resisted and promised him to let him in two weeks and emphasized that any way my presence is necessary if there is something going to happen. For me this was a too short narration for his over half an hour stay in our home. But I said nothing.

After dinner, I sat in the living room, to the TV. Meena was after some short minutes there and sat next to me. Some minutes went on in silence and I pretend to be busy to look at the news. She embraced me in an abrupt movement and kissed me.

Her hair was near to my face and I felt the dampness of them.

I murmured into her ear: ‘Did you shower?’

She replied quietly: ‘Yes. Shortly before you arrived.’

I was astonished and curious. There was some sure sexual action there, between them, otherwise this was no time for her to shower.

She interrupted my thought and murmured: “What should we do, darling?”

“What do you mean Meena? In which relationship?”

Perhaps she heard my irritation from my voice, she parted from me and looked at my face: ”If he comes in two weeks, he expects me to…” And she paused…

“To let him fuck you?”

“Yes, you know this exactly.”

“Ok. If you like, you can let him to do it!”

Meena was now the one who was surprised and perhaps a bit hurt.

How have I gotten to tell this? I asked myself this question at the moment as I saw her injured. It was obvious that is all grew into something that surprised both my wife and me at the same time!

She asked: “Are you serious?”

I replied to her, with a question: “What do you think?”

“Nadir, I’ll do anything you want and you wish, but just promise me one thing.”“What is it?”

I was curious what is coming now. I turned to her, brushing the hair from her eyes.

“Nadir...Those things we did, I mean I did and said with Murad…” Meena took my hand tight as she looked up at me.

“And about...You know...... I mean, you know...”

“…Was just a game.” I said for her.

“Yesss... Thanks...It feels weird to say that now. But...I didn't mean even what I said, not really. I behaved so, said and did those things just to get you excited. To see the look on your face.”

“You mean this all what happened in last time was just for me? Just to excite me?” I asked provocatively.

“No… No, not just for you, I do not mean that, but if you had said only one word, I stopped it. But for sure, as I repeated often, I am just a human being and a wife with normal feelings…”

“And you are very sexy!”

“Okay, if you think so… I am not having unusually strong sexual desires. I knew how it would affect you, and...My God...You should have seen yourself while he was having… I mean I know you want me to feel good when all that was happening, and I did, but..It was mostly trying to excite you and spice it up for you…”

“Meena, if it makes you feel better to explain this to me, then you can go on. But you don't need to. I understand. Okay? It's just our game…”

She leaned into me and hugged me tight; ‘It is so good to hear you accept it. I knew you knew it already, but I like hearing it from your lips.’

She looked up at me with a hazy grin.

I kissed her lips and after I stopped, she continued: “One thing I wanted to say...”

“Sure.” I said.

“Well, if I could just make one demand in all this…”

“No. No demands please tell me what you wish?”

She laughed again... Then paused, staring up at me: “Mm...my one demand would be that, when we do something, that something happening would be only the one time or place, and not an ongoing repeat with anyone. I am not saying I want to do it again or don't want to do it again you give the instructions but…”

“My baby...I understand...just say it.”

She took a deep breath: “Okay? I don't want us to have something open with someone else. With anyone else. Okay? So for example, if Murad comes in two weeks and we are very close to him and we do things together. Well after that. It's over right? That was it. I don’t want him to come and have sex with me anytime he likes. Promise me Nadir…”

“Okay, baby. That's exactly the way it is going to be. I feel the same way as you. I am going to make it as you wish… I know it is a fantasy game and if it is going to continue with somebody, that's not more our fantasy and our game.”

“Really? You really feel that way?”

“Yes, my baby.”

“Ohhh! Thank you!” She said, hugging me tight.

“I am so glad we feel the same, Nadir!” Meena moaned, squeezing me as tight as she could.

I pulled her tight against me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my chest.

“I love you so much.” She said.

“I love you so much too Meena.”

She looked at my face and smiled.

It was good to speak with her about these subjects. It made me feel good. I tightened my arms around her.

I wanted to see my recordings from this afternoon later, for sure.

I was curious what has happened between Meena and her young lover, previously.

I was excited just thinking about it.

Finally, I took her face in my hands, kissed her cheeks and then her eyes and lips and looked in her eyes and said: ‘And one thing more…’

‘Yeah?’ She said waiting.

“I want you not to wait always for me if there is another person and you want to be close to him, not because of me…”

“I do it because I think you…”

“As I said, don’t do it because of me. If you are in a mood to do something, just do it… You have not to wait for me to be there… I want you to behave naturally and as you will and you feel… I know you do many things just for me but it is more exciting for me if you behave naturally as you feel and as your body demands…”

“Well, good. But of course I'd rather ask if it is okay with you... But as you wish…” She smiled up at me and puckered up for a kiss.

We hugged some more. 

I said: ‘I am glad we feel the way we do about things, baby. I mean it.’

“Mmmm... Me too.”

She tightened her hold on my waist and pressed a kiss against my chest.

“You know why?” I asked.

“You tell me…”

“Because there is just the two of us… All others, are only the players of our game and I want this to be so, for always…”

She hummed against my chest and let out a heavy sigh. Then she looked up at me with quivering lips and everything, her eyes were tearful.

I smiled, bending down to kiss her forehead. Then we kissed long and hard. When we parted lips, she was still staring up at me, beaming.

After about fifteen minutes she stood up and said she is tired and it is time to go to bed.

I pat her bottom and said I am going to work a little in my study and I meet her later or perhaps in the morning.

Meena left for upstairs and I went some minute later also to my room. I was really excited to look the recordings of today afternoon. Actually I didn’t know if there was some real sex action between them, but however, this was a real turn on for me after a long time to look at my recorded files.

At first it seemed nothing special is going to happen.

Meena was a bit nervous as she opened the door and came out of the house and saw him. Murad came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on her cheeks. Then asked if I am at home. Meena responded not yet but I’ll come soon.

Then while extending her arm and gesturing him into house, she asked him if anything is okay? He responded that he can’t visit us next Sunday but in two weeks and he was in the neighborhood and preferred to come personally and inform us.

Meena led Murad into living room. He was holding her hand and she let him do so.

Before they sat he stood next to couch and looked with a large, handsome smile at her face. Meena was in tight blue jeans and as often a light colored blouse which was loose down. He could imagine for sure her beautiful breasts under it. Her cleavage was clearly to see. Murad had his gaze linger on her tits. He took her right hand and rubbed it to his cheeks and then lips and kissed it.

I thought it was true that he didn't have to care this time about me to surprise them. But what was my Meena thinking and feeling at this moment? This went on for some moments. Still he was kissing her hand, and she was watching him. Then I saw she got close and kissed his lips slightly, and murmured something. I couldn’t hear that one.

Murad sat down and pulled her to himself. Meena got at the last moment to sit next to him and not on his thighs!

I felt I am going to have a hard on already. Why did I always find these moments so arousing? I didn’t know. I had as always no answer.

Finally, Meena spoke: “I have to call Nadir, do you like a glass of juice?”

Murad let her hand go and responded: “Yes, please.”

Meena went in the kitchen and this was the Moment as she called me.

As she went back, Murad stood up and took his Glass of her hand and put it on the table then came closer and began to caress her hair and said softly: “Can I stay some minutes longer?”

Meena looked at him, smiled and said: “For sure, sit down please.”

And she sat down also.

As I was looking at this scene, I thought he was well mannered, polite, hardworking and honest like every good lad should be. He knew she likes him. And perhaps since her serious talk about herself and me and her love for me, he hated me!

There she was, my Meena and this very young fellow who loved her. Murad proceeded to engage her in that awkward small talk the kind of slightly awkward talk where neither person knew what the next minute would bring. Sometime he was looking direct in her eyes and sometime his knee contacted obviously her thighs.

I was sure that Meena realized his intention all the time, but did nothing to stop him.

He kept chatting away with her for a few minutes until he abruptly fixed his posture and took my beautiful wife in his arms and tried to kiss her lips.

Meena stopped him but just after some moments. 

Meanwhile he kissed her lips passionately until Meenna tenderly pushed him away: “Murad, you know my husband is not at home and I don’t think…”

Murad looked at her face and said: “I don’t want to push you Meena but I'm crazy about you, let me just…”

Meena went on: “...But I promise you, I loved it last time with you, you felt it and next time when you come, he is here and I promise you, you can have me as you like, but now I can’t…”

Murad was apparently disappointed but he said only: “Okay, if you promise me, you know I have to have you…”

The next ten minutes was just some chatting about Garden and he said that after his next time visit and work, the Garden needs not more to be cared about up to next spring. 

After he left Meena came back in the living room, she took his empty glass and went in the kitchen. Then she went out and to upstairs. I thought she is going into the bathroom to shower. I was excited from their short kissing play and I had a slight erection.

I thought I am going to look at her sexy body while showering. But in two minutes after her arrival in the bedroom, she was completely undressed and I was rewarded with the sight of her lithe beauty, standing before the bedroom mirror.

Meena began to examine her firm breasts in the mirror. From this view point of the camera, I could see her front part in the mirror and her backside directly looked at my camera. She waved a hand in front of her face and stared at her softly up thrust breasts in the mirror, cupping one and lifting it, then letting it drop free quivering sensually before becoming still. I moaned with a slightly open mouth, she watched in the mirror as she put both hands on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed; a look of indulgent lewdness came over her face as she dug her nails into her tender, pink, pale flesh. Her nipples swelled from the pressure applied to them.

She was in an ecstasy world. I was sure that Murad’s visit was the cause of the situation and this hot and high sexual lust in her body. I knew that my wife fantasizes like many other women to be fucked by a much younger lover. Although few will admit it, every woman is secretly excited by the idea. I could only confirm this about my lovely wife since our last games with Murad.

Meena closed her eyes and I felt that she shuddered.

She straightened up, and still watching herself in the mirror, leaned in until her nipples pressed against the cool glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming rapidly, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror.

With the flat of her hands, she felt her rib cage, let her hands wander down over her tautly flat stomach. Her hands were in her pubic area now, one palm cupped her prominent mound and an outstretched finger barely touched the clitoris, the little pink bud that was glistering with her excitement and reacting each time her finger rubbed over it. I was very hard now and had difficulty to restrain myself from taking my erection out and in hand and just stroked it over my trousers. But at the next moment my rod was out of his prison.

Meena stopped touching herself, then she went to the other side of the bedroom, grabbed a stool which stood there, took it over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, and put a foot up on the stool. With her knee bent, she exposed her glistening pussy to my eyes. I sucked in my breath as she slowly and lewdly spread her swollen and damp pussy lips to the mirror and to my hidden camera. I thought to myself how deeply I wish her to go on. Without volition, her fingers began working at the sensitive bud, which was sending spasms of lewd pleasure rippling through her body.

Meena’s eyes were almost closed as she watched herself in the mirror. She crouched a little and slowly pushed her middle finger into her wetly clasping cunt.

I thought to myself she is now feeling the slipperiness and the hotness of her pussy which milking her own finger.

She began pushing and pulling in and out, her ripe hips slowly and rhythmically beginning to pump in time to her strokes. Meena watched herself in the mirror, seemingly fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion.

I was totally sunk in my watching and dreaming welt...

She was sure also dreaming. She was dreaming of Murad, for sure, and imagining her finger as his fuck pole. Yet, he was there ten minutes before and was so eager and willing to fuck her hot choot! And her fidelity and abandonment to my love, prevented her from devotion her hot, sexy flesh to this young lad, who her body and soul demanded and desired after him and his cock.

I felt myself hot and feverish from the wild feeling uprising in my own loins.

Her orgasm was building as she increased the tempo of her fingering, pulling it out to the tip of it, then plunging the wetly glistening finger back in again up to the palm.

Her hips were pumping easily, with a lewd fucking motion that I had never noticed in her body before. I was watching her movements as I saw she increased the pace of her finger fucking into her own hot and excited cunt.

She crouched a little and spread her legs even more. Her free hand was cupping her breast and squeezing the nipple and pinching it tight and thus building up a more intensive and harder explosion in her sexy body. It was obviously she was about to cum. Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now and her shapely breasts were jiggling as she worked her finger in and out faster and faster.

Suddenly, I saw something completely new in her sexual behavior: It looked as if she needed even more. Her free hand left her breasts and flew down, her fingers clamped to her buttock while her nails savagely clawing at one cheek of her ass as she leaned forward and reached for her backdoor. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched it, her finger pressed against the opening of her Anus. A long and coarse moan came out from her throat as she watched herself in the mirror.

I saw her back arch, and knew a wave of electricity was running through her body.

I saw her pelvis convulse against the mirror; saw her legs shake as she sank to her knees on the floor, panting. 

The whites of her eyes reflected back at me in the mirror as she orgasmed and I could hear her words: “Yes… Yes, fuck me, fuck me deep…”

I had no alternative. I pistoled my erection up and down hurrying me along to my own orgasm. I came, spewing my load into my palm while watching her jiggling and quivering tits as she continued with fingering her choot and clawing her asscheeks.

After one minute she stood up and disappeared slowly into the bathroom. I turned the screen off and stood up.

I got into the bedroom. Meena was sleeping peaceful and deep. I went into the bathroom and washed. Then returned to the bedroom and laid down.

I had a new bad feeling. I had the feeling, I am restricting her bodily and sexual needs.

I wanted her to feel free and to do what her body wishes, let her to behave as my beloved wife who behaves naturally but remain mine, loves me and do things just for me, for always and ever… Now she was behaving just so… But there were her body needs, like this afternoon.

She was excited to be next to Murad, this young and attractive man, who wanted to have her and her body demanded to let him to do so, but my presence in her life and her love for me, prevented her… I was sure now, she was, is and will be mine for always, I had to let her “body” to behave free and naturally…

This was perhaps the only way to completely satisfy her more and gain more of her love. Perhaps was this a way to satisfy me more too….

- tbc -
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[Lollobionda]

Hello friends,


by mistake I have "irrevocably" deleted all my story archives.
Therefore I have to inform you with regret that I can't continue this excplicite story any longer.

Maybe the admin or someone else from the "xossipy" circle can continue the missing sections here.
That would be excellent.

Greetings from Berlin - Germany
Lollobionda 

[raj500265]

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[Lollobionda]

Hello friends,


in an old USB stick I discovered some old stories, including this one.
I'm looking forward to continue with the missing chapters now.

 

Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

[Lollobionda]

Meena posing for Mansour

[Lollobionda]

’The Promised Day - 28’


Damn, I love Spring and the summer! And now it is going to change… 
It is going to be colder and colder, but before that, I was waiting for an exciting adventure between my wife and Murad, our young Gardner…
These were my thoughts in the last days just before the promised day arrives.
In the last days of these two weeks, I was again alternating between despair and excitement. Even after experiencing our last adventures, my mind was very busy and my body in a permanent voltage! And as the days passed this tension became more and more obvious.
But up until Saturday at eight o’clock, I observed no signs of nervousness by Meena.
She was calm and relaxed as always and she made no mention of any special kind about our planned weekend and we had no chatting about the day of Murad’s visit.
I, anyway was mentally prepared for a memorable day, hopefully very passionate one.
Friday evening while dinner, she was silent, and as I mentioned about Murad’s visit.

She smiled, looked in my eyes and responded: ‘Yes, did you think I have forgotten?’

I laughed and said: ‘For sure not! Such a thing is not to forget.’

“I hope you have not forgotten your promise too!”

“What a promise?”

She became serious: ‘This will be our last meeting with him.’

“Yes, I know I have promised and it remains. But I have a request.”

She looked questioning at my face and waited.

“I want you to behave free. If he tries and you want to let him or at least you are displeased, then do it. Do not wait for me. Tomorrow you will be free. I don’t want to feel guilty…”

Meena laughed loud: ‘You're kidding!’

“No, certainly not!”

“My poor darling, what are you trying to tell me? I love you and this is not just because of you, but there is something in me which prevents to have sex with some other man when you are not there. I feel me cheap, l feel me unfaithful and disloyal… I feel I am cheating on you…”

“But with Mansour you had never this feeling!”

“Why do you try to hurt my feelings Nadir? We had discussed this so often…”

“Excuse me, I do not try to hurt you intentionally. But I feel this does not fit.”

“Why don’t you just say; ‘I want you to behave like a whore for Murad, to be his slut…’ this is what you like me to do Nadir, or not…?”

I didn’t respond to her Question and stood up to go in the living room. She was a little bit irritated and I didn’t want to intensify this. In the bedroom, just before to sleep,

I kissed her and said: ‘Excuse me, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Be yourself and do just what you like to do…’

She looked in my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips and said: ‘No., I’ll do what you like me to do…’

On Saturday after waking up, she was obviouly more bright and cheerful in the morning., normally Meena is not a morning person.
As she came downstairs to make breakfast, I was sitting in the living room after getting the fresh bread from the Bakery.
Before that Meena was upstairs in the bathroom. This took longer than usual and I knew she was preparing herself for the date.

As she appeared in the living-room, I looked at her face and said provocatively: ‘Are you ready?’

She laughed and answered: ‘If you are, then I am ready too, but first I like to have my breakfast…’

“Yes, we have time, your date is not yet there…”

“Oh, you meant Murad, I thought you were speaking about me and you…” She giggled.

“Don’t mess around. You will know what I am talking about.” I said, and continued:

“Hopefully you didn’t forget what I said about to feel yourself free and to do what you like, or let him do what he likes if you want to. Just don’t consider where I am and what I do or think…”

“Yes, my lord, and I promise you are going to watch another Meena today…” And giggled further.

I looked at her as she worked in the kitchen, singing along with the music from the radio and I thought to myself, Meena is in a very flirty mood today.
She wore a sexy outfit. Just a light summer dress which revealed her beautiful breast and her well-formed legs up to her knees. Even with some fantasy you could see the curvature of her sexy buttocks under the dress. She was just gorgeous, admirable woman…
Just shortly after our Breakfast Murad was there.
As the doorbell rang, Meena looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders.
She got up and opened the door, then she hurried out.
I heard her and his voice clearer as they were close to the house.

“Yes, Nadir is at home.”

As they entered into the living room, I walked toward Murad with an outstretched hand: ‘Welcome Murad. Come on in and have a seat.’

His handshake was firm and strong. I thought such a grown young man that was our Gardner and meanwhile the Lover of my wife, is definitely not a junior-higher anymore, as I thought some weeks ago.
He turned and walked over to the living room couch and took a seat while Meena walked towards the kitchen.

“How is your study and how are your family?” I asked.

“Everything okay. I have already got a temporary job in a private company.”

“Really? Wow, this is interesting.”

At this moment Meena came out from the kitchen with a glass of Lemonade for him. Then looked at me and sat down.
I was thinking as if our last sex adventure has been just a dream! Now we all behaved so if three weeks ago, there was nothing special between us.

Murad was a little bit nervous. He drank his Lemonade in a gulp and stood up: ‘I think it is better for me to begin my work.’

“Okay. We are leaving for shopping, or should I go alone?”

“I prefer to stay home, if you don’t mind.”

Meena answered me while following Murad with her eyes as he went out: ‘I prefer to be alone with my Gardner…’

She continued while smiling and looking meaningfully in my eyes and added softly: “I feel Murad is in need of some encouragement and this will be difficult for me in your presence, even if we had a very open and wild adventures some weeks ago…”
Then she came to me and kissed me passionately on my Lips.
Meena’s behavior was certainly completely different from other such occasions. She felt herself really free as I watched her.
Murad was also a bit surprised at first as he sat there. He looked often at me to study my reactions. I reacted normal, but all the time there was a chill in my soul that just wouldn’t go away.
I left for upstairs, controlled if the recording cameras are on then I went back and kissed Meena and got out. As I was driving out I saw in my back mirror Meena is coming out of the building and Murad, who was in the Guest changing house came out too. He had his work clothing on.
As I rode to Market, I thought again about our last adventurous time.
In the last days I had the feeling that Meena lacked a sense of sexual adventure and her somewhat shy personality has made talking frankly about sex difficult for us.
I have always enjoyed seeing her in a sexually aroused condition, and she has always expressed this. Sometimes, though, I wish she were a little less shy and less considerate about me but a little wilder. And now, previously in the last minutes, I had the feeling, that this is the Meena I wished her to be.
After one hour as I came back, first there was nothing to observe in the garden.
I parked the car and went in. I heard Meena from the kitchen.

“Are you back, darling?”

“Yes, where is Murad?”

“He is in the Garden, still working.”

I was a little disappointed. I took my purchases to the kitchen. She smiled at my face and continued her work.

“What happened..?”

“Nothing special. First, he has to work. He is payed to work as Gardner and not as my lover!” Meena answered and then giggled: ‘But the ice is broken…’

“Oh, really? Okay. If you don’t need me, I go upstairs and come back in half an hour.”

“It is okay. I have to cook. We eat about twelve. He’ll be for sure then very hungry…”

I let the recordings run, as soon as I was in my study: When my car was leaving Murad looked in my direction as soon as I was out of sight, he approached to Meena, who was standing near the door of the main Building. Then he stood shortly in front of her…

Meena smiled and told him softly: “Hey my friend!”

Murad said nothing, but took first her hand and then her shoulder and pulled her to him and pressed her against his chest and then tried to kiss her. She accepted his lips and they kissed.
I could see that his hands gentling her, smoothing her back, her hips, sides, his thumbs just nudging the side of her breasts.
Meena reached up and wrapped her arms about his neck. He moved his hand downward and put them on her firm rounded cheeks and pulled her to him. I thought to myself that my wife for sure felt at this moment his need for her prodding against her tummy.
Then one of his hands cupped her breast and she let it explore the outside of her, tingling at his touch and then he was pushing the material higher, revealing her firm uplifted breasts with her nipples straining to reach him. There was a searing flash between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her and his other hand lifted the hem of her dress. She tried to pull his hand away as he let it slide up her thigh, over her silken inner skin, but he took both of her hands and held them high above her head, gripped tightly in one of his.

“Don’t move, just stand like this…!” Murad whispered.

I had an enormous erection and I was sweating a little bit, as I watched their game.

“No, no Murad, please don’t, not here, Nadir might come…” She said urgently.

“Meena I am on fire. Don’t you feel me? Will you just do as I tell you. Now stand still and don’t take your arms down. I’m going to let go of your wrists, but please don’t take your arms down. Please?“

“Please don’t, not here. Please Murad, we have time. I promise you, after lunch,

I come to you in the guest house… Not now. Please.”

Murad stayed still for a short while, then turned around and went into the garden.

“After lunch, I’ll be yours…”

Murad just nodded and said: ‘Okay. I ‘ll waits.’

I was astonished.
What is going on in her mind?
It was strange. They had time and she stopped him.
The only possible explanation for her behavior came at this moment in my mind: She wants me to be there. At least to be near to her and to happenings.
She cannot overcome this need. Just thinking that I am not there stops her to go on and let it happen.
I was satisfied with this statement. Then I stood up and went downstairs.
Not only the poor Murad had to wait!
But not too long, soon it was the lunch time!
While Lunch we chatted about everything but just not about something that for sure, everyone was busy with it in his mind!
There was a latent nervousness obvious in the dining-room.
Afterwards Murad left to finish his work in the Garden.
Meena was busy in the kitchen and I sat in the living room to enjoy my Coffee.
After some minutes Meena came out and sat down to me. 

Then leaned forward, kissed my lips lightly and whispered in my ear: ‘I promised him to visit him in the guest house. Do you go with?’

“But I didn’t promise him!”

“You are so bad. That means you let me go to him?”

“Yes, sure. But only if you like.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, in the meantime, I am going to watch TV.”

Meena went upstairs and as she came down, she hasn’t changed, but she had e fresh makeup.
She said nothing, but got out immediately.
I hurried upstairs to my study and turned the screen on.
I saw Murad sits in the living room of the guest house.
He was waiting as Meena arrived. He looked at her who shot the door and stood there, leaning with back to the door, in some feet distance to him. Murad stood up and approached her.
Today he had an unbelievable self-confidence.

“Yes, my dear Meena, where did we stop? Oh, yes, please…”

Then he took again as before her hands and took them high above her head, gripping tightly in one hand of his: “Stand quite still with your arms up, baby…”

Meena closed her eyes in silent submission.
The grip on her wrists relaxed and he cautiously released her. She stood as he had demanded, her back to the door.
Murad began to lift the hem of her dress, his fingers drifting higher and obviously his fingers were touching the gap between her legs.
I watched as he slipped his finger under the edge of her panties. He grabbed the gusset of her panties and pulled down to give himself more room to feel my wife’s hidden womanhood. His hand was inside her panties, I could imagine he is feeling her choot, and the wetness running from her. I could focus and enlarge now the picture from the camera. His middle finger discovered her hole and pushed for entrance. She whimpered as her tight muscle tried to deny him, but his finger probed and circled and finally pushed again, her body yielded and she felt the tip of him inside her.

“Murad please don’t, please stop, it's hurting me. Please be tender.” She whimpered.

“Open wider my dear. Spread for me. Do it, please…” Murad commanded.

I watched as her feet move apart, opening for him as he had demanded. Murad’s hands moved to the waistband and she felt him tugging, felt her white panties begin to slip down and over her hips. Her tiny protection was slipping down her legs, leaving her helplessly exposed to him.

He pulled them down to her knees and said: ‘Now take them off, please…’

Meena stepped out of her Sandals and obediently reached down and slid them over her feet. His fingers had fumbled with the catch at the top of her dress. She felt it loosen and moved above her shoulders and as he released it from her arms, it tumbled down her legs to lie puddled at her feet. His hands grabbed the straps of the white silk bra, released them from her shoulders, opened the front clips of the bra and let it free to fall down on the floor.
My beautiful wife was now totally naked in front of this young lad. She stood before him, one hand covering her pubic hair and the other arm across her nipples shielding the nakedness of her heaving breasts.

Murad laughed: ‘Why do you hide them from me? I know your body baby, have you forgotten?’

“No, I know, but…”

He interrupted her: ‘Put your arms over your head and open your legs…’ Murad ordered her.

Meena delayed shortly and looked at the window.
I thought, she wants to know if I am near.

“No Murad, please, please, no, if he comes…” She whispered: “I don’t want him to see me like this…”

He repeated calmly and dominant: ‘Meena, I said arms over your head and legs spread wide for me. You didn’t forget your Promise, did you? You told me, today you’ll be mine and you’ll do what I will. Do you remember?’

Meena looked at his face and mutely raised her arms and spread her legs.
He was fumbling at the front of his trousers and she heard the sound of his zipper.
She couldn’t help looking down as he opened himself, reached inside and pulled out his beautiful big cock.
He held it in his hand, massaging its length, preparing it for her.
At this moment I palpated my cock and thought to myself my erection is in the same stage as Murad! 
All the last minutes, his boldness astonished me. To be quite honest, I was very amazed over his changed Behavior.
He was now a dominant and decisive character. How could it be in a such short time?
I thought. Perhaps he was just acting so because he had the feeling that he needs to play the game so, otherwise she let him don't get what he wants…
Murad looked at her breasts, which proudly lifting as she nervously panted.
Her nipples were hard and pointing. He stepped closer.
I could see and for sure she felt it, the roughness of his cotton shirt pressing against the soft skin of her naked breasts.
His hand cupped a breast, the other holding his cock and nudging the end of it between her open thighs. He bent his knees slightly and rubbed the purple headend of his cock on her clit and she jerked and whimpered at the erotic touch.
I was sure that his cock is now coated with her juices, which was flowing from her slit.

“Good, it is very good…”

Murad grunted and continued: ‘Now open your choot with your fingers. I’m going to fuck you Meena. I know you are dying for it.’

My beautiful wife, Meena, was now totally and submissively under his control. This was a Dominance and Submission game, which Murad was playing and he was successful at it. How did he know about her such an Inclination? Did he discover the last time? Was this just an accident? Meena was now willingly playing with.

Murad said: ‘Open wider, Meena. Open for me. I must see it as well as feel it. I must see the treasure…’

She reached down and slipped her hand between her legs. Her finger found her hole and slipped inside. She stretched herself and inserted a second.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a how I like. Are you ready for me now Meena? Do you want my cock in you? Do you want me to fuck you…?”

She moaned.

“Meena you must answer me are you ready for me? Do you want my cock to fuck you?”

Meena’s reply was a moan and closed her eyes: ‘Yes….’

Murad looked at her face and groaned: ‘Keep looking at me all the time. Do not look away and do not close your eyes. Look at me all the time and let your arms rest by your side. Do you understand Meena?’

She nodded.

“Tell me you understand. Tell me what you must do…”

Meena repeated his instructions.

“Good girl. You are doing very well… Now hold my cock with your hand….”

Then he lifted her, to put it against her hole.
As he lowered her gently I saw that his cock penetrates her, possess her and as he began to pump inside she responded and began to grind her clit against his pubic bone.

“Is this good, Meena? Do you like it..?”

“Oh god, oh god yess.. do it to me give it to me.. don’t talk just do me.” Meena begged.

“Did I hear you say you want to be fucked..?”

Murad teased: “Are you ready Meena, are ready to be fucked?”

“Yes, yes… do it, please…”

Meena begged again and by instinct, her hands grabbed his upper arms while she lifted her right leg and her calve came to rest on his hips.
I looked at his manly body and muscles as he stood like a Statue planted on the floor.
I saw Meena quivered as she anxiously awaited what would follow.
His arms flexed as he held her there.
She was motionless as if mesmerized by the brutal strength that he exerted over her at this moment and it enflamed her lust even more.
Slowly, he began to move himself forward in her body.
I could imagine now that his cockhead radiating heat from its tip through her opening and spreading up the walls of her pussy and through her abdomen.
Meena embraced him and allowed herself to melt onto him as he began to push his dick more into her waiting cunt.
Then I watched her as she dropped her eyes for a moment to watch as it forced her tender pussy lips to stretch.
I could hear her breath which came in short gasps as Murad’s hardness began to fill her.
She whimpered as he pulled her more and more to his manhood and as inch by inch he forced the penetration they both so desired.
Again Murad flexed his arms, raising my sexy wife until just the tip of his dick touched and brushed her opening, then lowered her Purposeful.
Meena was at his mercy, I thought to myself as I watched them.
I felt I was going near to explode, but I tried to restrain myself and not to ejaculate before them.
With one final effort, Meena sank onto his prick until her sexy, soft buttocks came to rest on the top of his thighs. He held her there as within her soft, wet pussy accustomed itself to his invading cock.
I thought to myself, he tries to imitate some roughness, but he is ultimately a soft one who goes not too far to cause pain, not such a border crosser like Mansour.
Finally, Murad slid one hand over her buttocks until they rested entirely within the grip of his palm and fingers. His other hand slid up Meena’s back and pulled her to him until her beautiful bosom flattened against his and her head snuggled into the crook of his neck. At this moment Meena lifted her left leg and got it up to his back.
Both her legs locked behind him. The two of them were one as they prepared themselves for the ultimate union game ahead.
Murad’s hands began to move my wife’s body on his in a slow sway as his hips did the same motion.
Meena panted in pleasure, moaning in a submissive manner in his ear, as he takes up his way inside her choot. Now her passion for his body was not stoppable.
He further pressed her soft mound onto his abdomen and his prick penetrate even deeper into her sensitive depths.
Then he increased the tempo of his movements, which caused her clit to rub against where the base of his manhood united with his lower belly.
I noticed how the pleasure washes over my wife and, as I watched, she joined him in the erotic dance they were playing.
I noticed clearly how Meena allowed him to manipulate her at his will and he brought her finally to the peak of an exploding orgasm which coursed through her body.
As I saw her head fell back, her eyes squeeze tight, she moaned loudly and she locked on to him with all the strength she could create.
At this moment, Murad’s fingers moved up her back, raising her head until his lips could find hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and moved along hers as her body convulsed against him.
As Meena began to come down from her upraise, he remained inside her, then as she was somewhat relaxed slowly he carried her toward the door of the bedroom.
I changed rapidly to a camera in the bedroom.
Still standing, he laid her on her back on the bed and raised her legs until they came to rest on his chest.
I could feel that Meena is still in the final moments of her orgasm. Nonetheless, her young lover spread her legs and began his final attack on her sensitive female organ.
His cock repeatedly moved in and out of her choot as his hips set a rhythm of thrust and retreat.
Meena’s beautiful head turned from side to side, she was moaning all the time, as he filled her womanhood. She raised her fingers to her breast, at this moment I could see that her nipples are swollen.
Meena squeezed and twisted them as tightly as she could. Now she opened her eyes and looked lustfully at his face.
This time his look was not one of romance as three weeks before, I could see, and she thought certainly the same. There was the obvious sign of wild passion. He had become a dominant creature whose only effort and target was, at this moment, to take her as forcefully as he could.

I heard her one time more screaming: ‘Fuck me Murad, fuck me harder, please…’

Meena was begging him to give her his cock harder and faster.
His hips worked as if there is a machine in them, his cock plunging in and out of her like a piston, with endless energy and at full speed.
She was now active and threw her hips at him.
The slapping sound of their skin, filled the room.
Murad’s breathing came heavy and hard, it was obvious that he is close to his release,
as his cock journeyed roughly toward her body.
At last it was easy for me to see the exact moment as the first discharge of his cum shot forcefully into the depth of her pussy.
He kept his movement and I was sure that the first load was soon replaced by a next even more potent one. He thrust into her one last time, his cock at the entrance to her womanhood, and her choot lips tried to milk the last dregs of sperm from him.
His hands clenched her upper arms tightly as his cock began to shrink.
The only sound that remained was their breathing as it began to slow down and recover from the wild and glowing lovemaking they had just gone through.
Meena closed her eyes.
I thought to myself, she is thinking what should she tell me about the last half an hour.
I had already begun to allow myself to consider the possibilities of what lay ahead for us. And, with a sigh, I was satisfied that my goal had been met, so far.
I had the feeling that finally, my beautiful wife was freed from her mental prison.
She was mine and no one could occupy her heart and no one could rob her love. Other men were just actors and they were playing our game.

Ultimately, I was the person who could decide what happens….

- tbc -

[Sarathkumar]

Wow!!! Interesting to see next update as this will be the last session between meena and Murad .... eagerly waiting for next character to get involved with meena

[Lollobionda]

'29 Missing old days' ...


The weeks were passing and because of our very busy time, our days seemed very short.
It was about three weeks after the visit of Murad as one day Meena, while riding home, told me: 

“I suppose tonight Murad is going to call me.” She was relaxed and looking ahead at the street.

“What? Really? I thought we settled it, did you change your opinion?” I was a little bit too harsh in my voice, I felt later.

“I had a serious agreement with him and he accepted it.”

“Please, darling. Now don’t make a trouble… He phoned today afternoon and I told him I have no time and he can call me at home.” She tried to calm down.

“And what did he want?”

“I don’t know… I didn’t let him talk on.”

“Why? You could ask him…”

“Nadir, I don’t want to have contact with him, even not to speak with him, when you are not informed… I told him to call me at home because you are not at home.”

“Oh…”

“Yes, sure, otherwise he does not call if he thinks you are there.”

“Ok. But you could ask what he wants.”

“I’ll ask him, but I know what he wants!”

“We‘ll see.”

Indeed, Murad called after the meal, as we were watching a movie on the TV. I was waiting impatiently.

Meena answered it: “No, Murad I don‘t like to do something secret from my husband.”
She looked at me and nodded, as if she was right as she said she knew what he wants.

“... Yes, but last time he was there and he knew about it.”

“... Sure, I like you too, but as I said recently he is the only man who I love.”

And after a short break: “Thank you for your understanding. I hope you also a good time. Bye.”

Then she sat to me and looked straight at the TV.: “I hate such situations. This is what I feared…”

“But you managed it expertly.” Now, I was trying to calm her down.

“Yes, but it is not pleasant for me, to talk so… I hate to talk so…” Meena was obviously upset, perhaps annoyed at herself and how she responded to his call and to his clear invitation and desire.

“Yes, but the people are different, some think they can get what they want if they insist…”

“You are right. You know, I thought this about Mansi, but he speaks and behaves completely normal, as if there was nothing between us…” She explained.

I was astonished for a moment. "He speaks“.. "he behaves”? What does this mean?

“Did you hear from him?”

“Yes, sure. The last time was the day before yesterday, I think.”

“Okay. With him have you no problem to talk without me being present or informed?”

I was shocked a little.

“No, as long as he behaves and have no special requests…” Meena continued to talk.

I interrupted her: “You mean as long as he didn’t suggest or tries to go to bed with you
and you have not a real sex, you are not going to inform me about your conversation or
meetings or everything else…”

Meena sensed only now the bitterness in my provocative manner to speak. She looked at my face and said: “No. As long as he is well behaved and does not want something unusual, I have no problem if he calls. I thought you knew about it…”

“I do not control you, my baby. And besides, I think he had never thought that he expects ‘something uncommon’, not even then...”

“Now, don’t be so offended… He calls normally in the daytime as I am at work, and there are just questions about how I feel, how I am, I mean how we are…”

I turned to her and all of a sudden asked: “Do you miss him? You know what I mean!”

Meena was surprised: “N… No, why do you ask? I admit that it makes me happy if he calls, but this is just…”

I could see that she is somehow flushed in her face.

“Just because he is…” She stated.

“Your beloved uncle…” I added to.

“Nadir, you are so bad. You are jealous, but you have not to be… You know it better. Please stop this discussion, this is crazy.”

I hugged her and kissed her lips softly and said: “Yes, I know, excuse me darling.” And  I leaned back again. I had a small erection and didn't want her to notice this!

The thing that we have done the last weeks, even with Murad, were although were exciting for me, but there was no such a peak as like as with Mansour…
I didn’t know why… He was disgusting for me at that time as this all began and those things between him and Meena happened. I hated him for his opinion of me and how he talks about me with her when I am not near. I hated him because he manifestly misused her trust and her fear and after all, because he threated her obviously for his selfish sexual purposes. These were all true, but there was something which made that time unbelievable exciting and sexually interesting for me…
Was that his physical abilities? Was that his genuine domination? Or his stamina? I was not sure what was the cause…
Now I was excited again…

I couldn’t hold back. So I tried one more time: “Just a small question…”

Meena looked in my direction and smiled: “What do you want to know my baby?”

“Okay. Watch out, I ask this and mean it only hypothetical, If he tries to have one time  more sex with you and I permit you, what would be your reaction? Think about your answer. Imagine for example that I give you my permission to spend a night with him, just you two…”

“No… No… No… This will be my answer to him…”

“And to me? What will be your answer to me should I ask it that you do that? Your response If I demand you to let your uncle fuck you?” I was very excited. Meena noticed this in my voice, then her gaze dropped to my trousers. I had a visible erection down there!

She leaned closer to me and while looking still down, put the palm of her hand on my erection and pressed it a little bit, then looked up into my eyes, kissed my lips lightly and whispered: “I think I am going to respond this upstairs…” 

Then took my hand and stood up…
At this moment there came a call from my clinic.
An assistant wanted to report about a newly operated patient, who had complications.
I was requested to drive and check the situation.
Meanwhile Meena stood by me and waited, looking at me.

After I stopped the call, I pulled her to me kissed her and said: “That was my assistant.”

“And you have to leave and look after… I see…”

When I came back in two hours, the house was fairly quiet. I knew she was sleeping…
As the Saturday came and I left for the bakery in the morning, I felt and saw that a cold day had attacked our city. We had even a heavy snow in our garden.
After breakfast before we left for the store, we were planning our shopping for the weekend.
When Meena came back from changing her clothes, I saw she was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings which were tucked into black leather boots. This made her shapely legs look even longer.
I looked at her as she went into the walk in closet again.
I was watching her legs from behind and at this moment there came a picture in my mind, a picture of her legs wrapped around the back of her uncle’s thighs.
We hadn't chatted about the theme after that night which the call from hospital
stopped us. I didn’t want to mention it later, because there was no opportunity and no right time for a new discussion about the subject.
She came out from the closet after a short time, she was wearing a black leather jacket
which completed her sexy outfit.

Her deep brown hair flowed as she turned to me: “I thought meanwhile you move your car from the garage!” And smiled.

“I am paralyzed!”

“What do you mean?”

“Your beauty paralyzes me, you know it for years…”

My wife couldn't help but smile further at my look of admiration, she received.
As I rode and all time while shopping I was busy with my thoughts.
Our conversation from two days before, and her sexy outfit today, were just triggers for my newly inflamed pervert sexual fire, to boot it we hadn't sex for about ten days.
My thoughts went round in circles.
Actually, I was not upset that Meena spoke to Murad, but I thought after all, she was who insisted to stop with that young fellow and as I heard she had spoken with him,
I was a bit surprised but not jealous indeed.
With Mansour it was not the same. To be informed that Meena and her uncle had talked on the phone not only one time, but perhaps even regularly and I was not informed about it, was upsetting for me.
I was really surprised to hear about their contact.
I couldn't imagine up to that day, that they have talked. Even if I found it somehow strange not to have heard from him.
But now after hearing this, it was astonishing that he takes his limits.
This was not Mansour as I knew him. But I was sure that Meena tells the truth.
He wanted not to risk the last connection, but he was waiting for sure, this was my only acceptable thought.
He was waiting for a suitable time.
And I was nearly to the decision to give him the opportunity.
Yes, I was simply jealous again, but there was another feeling, a very stronger one in me, a strong perverted feeling.
I wanted them to fuck and I wanted to watch as they do it.
But at the same time I had the need to control the situation. No movement in their relationship should be hidden from me, there should be no secrets, and if something was going to happen, I had to be, who decided, what, how long and when, happens. Was that possible? Could I be sure and have complete trust to my beloved wife? How far, then he would go and especial she would permit him to go? ....

. tbc -
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[Sarathkumar]

Requesting frequent updated please!!

[Sarathkumar]

Waiting for your update!!

[Lollobionda]

As we got home, after changing to a shorts and shirt, Meena was busy in the kitchen, and I sat to the TV and my thoughts went on.

There came some forgotten things in my mind.

I thought about the situation, that sometime those days, I couldn't watch their lovemaking, anymore. Especially after I had cum.
At those moments, all my concerns came to the forefront of my mind, and I felt sick watching my Meena so enthusiastically fucking another man especially when I imagined, this man is her own uncle.
I couldn't get out of my mind the picture of Mansour fucking my wife. But what really stuck in my mind every time as I thought about their relationship, was how Meena responded to him.
Not just his big cock, but the way Mansour's muscular body and his type dominant lovemaking had so aroused her, I estimated.

Those days, Meena seemed practically mesmerized by his manhood.
The way she traced her fingers across his hard upper arm and back muscles, and how she delighted in the way his muscles rippled and bulged as he fucked her.
I never realized a wife and especially my wife, Meena, could be so into sex.
And for me, despite my concerns and my jealousy, as I was thinking about this all, the images of Mansour fucking my wife had gotten me every time.

Often in the last weeks, I even began to masturbate, replaying in my mind what I had seen and heard a few weeks ago. I was jealous and angry, but instead of making me to pause, these thoughts and the Images, pushed me over the edge, and I came very soon.
After lunch, we sat longer in the dining room. Music was playing and I was sipping my coffee. Meena was speaking about her short visit to her family in the next weeks, she had planned it for some weeks, she was worried about his mother and siblings. His younger brother was newly married in the US. Her mother and younger sister who was single, lived together and Meena had not visited them for a long time.
She stood up to go into the kitchen. 

I thought this was perhaps the right moment, then I asked snappy: “Did you call your uncle?” And laughed.

My beautiful wife paused and I felt the stare from her as I said this.
“No, I didn’t… But If you wish, you can…”

“Before I express my wishes tell me honestly just if your uncle was completely brave…”

Meena looked at my face all the time. Then she came slowly closer and sat on my lap: “Yes, as I told you, he was and still is.”

I asked again. “He really didn’t try to convince you; he didn’t make any move…”

“I would tell you…” Meena interrupted me.

I didn’t give up: “Would you? Promise?”

Meena looked at me offended: “You don’t believe me?”

“I am just surprised.” I said, reaching over and stroking her inner thigh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... This is not his type, he's leaving you alone and… all to me. I expected him to try more and more…” I smiled.

“That's not so bad, is it? I mean to leave me alone and all to you? You don’t prefer him to try again, do you?” She asked seductively.

I just kept stroking her thigh, and winked at her...

After a moment, Meena leaned over: “Tell me baby…”

She said, scooting up close to my ear: “Want me to call him?”

She whispered: “I will tell him I am now ready for him again and you do not mind… I can tell him, I am going to cut my hair short and shave me in a special part of my body just for him… Do you want me to call him?”

Meena nibbled my ear lobe and my already erected cock twitched.

“I will tell him that I am all ready to bend over for him... Is this okay? Are you really serious about what you have said already some days ago? You want this? You want me to be fucked by my uncle baby? Do you really?”

She sat back, staring at me. I looked at her and she winked at me and couldn't help but laugh a little.
I reached down between her thighs and she squeezed them together, clamping my hand down between them.
Once she relaxed I slid two fingers under the front of her shorts. I just kept lightly tugging on her waistband until she laughed.
Then I laughed too.

“Would you really do this if I say yes?” I inquired with a big smile on my face and reaching around her.

Meena looked at me and let me pull her to me for a long lustful kiss. 

As we separated, she dropped her face down and asked lightly: 
“Do you think he would like to fuck me again? Perhaps he has a new girlfriend...” Meena teased.

I responded: “I will bet he would run if you call him and tell him that you want it… I can swear…” I said. 

I felt my heartbeat all time, so excited was I. 
“And I know he would never in his right mind turn down a sex session with you. If he realizes that you agree to let him be your lover again, I know he would do it in a heartbeat.”

This brought a laugh from Meena.
“Thanks for that rousing vote of confidence. You're really into this idea, aren’t you?” She laughed further.

“You can call him now, Meena.” I insisted seriously.

Meena hesitated one moment, then said: “No… No, I am too excited now, I don’t know how to speak with him about… you know… I call him later… I mean in the evening…”

Then she abruptly stood up and whispered: “Some days ago you had asked me a question, my darling. And I said I answer to it just upstairs. Now I am going to respond to it, but not upstairs. I am leaving for guest house. I want to meet you in ten minutes there. You caught me. You awoke some unbelievable strong feelings and desires in my body, I feel me so sexy, excuse me for what I am going to say, but I had sometimes in the last time fantasized pretending I'm with him, because just thinking about the sex with him made me horny. I shouldn't tell you this, but it makes me so hot thinking about Mansi. Now that I know you have no objection, I must admit it, I need him, I need Mansi at this moment. I want him to take me to his bed, to conquer me, you know I can’t lie to you. Yes, I want him, I want him now to be here and to fuck me. God, I am so horny. I can’t wait, please take me, I can’t wait longer, I need him and you have to play Mansi, to be my uncle, just for today…”

Then she got in a hurry, first into the walk in closet and after two minutes reappeared and without looking at my direction left for the door.

I was still sitting there open mouthed, I was paralyzed, I felt I can't move yet, but very excited and yes, for sure, I had an immense erection in my trousers…
I had ten minutes time left… As always thoughts came and went, I was heated, I was in an extremely agitated condition.
This is going to be a Role play, I thought to myself. But not a normal one, at the same time came in my mind.
Our sex life was one I would describe as super in the last times. 
Often with a lot of fantasy thrown in along the way for good measure. We had one time tried to play this game, a role play with me as Mansour and it was weeks ago, the time when I pretended still not to know about their relationship. That was a bad experience for both of us, Meena interrupted it and that ended up in a not pleasant way...

And now we were going to repeat it? After that incident and crash in our emotions?

No, it can't be, it may not turn out well. This is a dangerous game, me as Mansour...

Ten minutes, these damned ten minutes…
I knew Mansour had taught her the true pleasure of sex.
Now, today after her confession about her lust for him and that she even dreams of him, I thought to myself, Meena is going to surrender to all his demands, soon she would present all that she possesses, all of her self, body and soul, to please her uncle, this time totally and without barrier.
I was who permit her and him this. But could I control the tsunami if I let it start and roll on? Wouldn’t I be the loser at the end of the story?

Mansour had brought her to secret corners of the ecstasy she had never previously known or thought could exist.
Her sobbing fulfillment while their body uniting, her crying and wailing, throbbing and pulsing, all this showed me, not only one time, but often, how dangerous it is for meand our partnership and love, and she knew it, but I closed my mental eyes and ears to see and hear what she means and wants to express, and now, I was going to let it happen…

She had multiple times repeatedly asked if I really let him? Even more: even if I want him to have her? And to respond this, I didn’t reply only that I tolerate it, but I would like it and I am going to enjoy it.

Meena was not somebody to fool. After her complete certainty and foolproof, after she found herself, her partnership and her marriage in a sure zone, she was suddenly agreed and confessed honestly all her willingness to give herself to him…

Now she knows that this is my choice and not hers, then there will be no problem in the future, she can enjoy giving herself without limitation, reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need… 
I thought to myself....


- tbc -

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[Sarathkumar]

Finally some update and I suppose it's getting into the right track.. thank you so much for the update

[Lollobionda]

Hello friends, 

a 2020 marked by pandemic, climatic problems, drought, hunger, suffering, arms race, economic wars and egoism is behind us. 
I hope that we will reflect more in this new year 2021, expand the STILL existing resources in harmony with nature and distribute them evenly to all inhabitants of the earth. 
The "Blue Planet" may and should no longer be robbed and destroyed as it has been up to now. 

We have no other home than this earth! 

In this sense, I wish all people especially the "xossipy family" a healthy, happy, blessed, peaceful and above all covid-19 free 2021. 

Greetings from Berlin - Germany 
Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

Now she knows that this is my choice and not hers, then there will be no problem in the future, she can enjoy giving herself without limitation, reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need… I thought to myself...
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Now it was about ten minutes passed, I stood up and after some seconds I was in the guest house. Meena was not to see.
I stood disheartened two feet in the living room of the guest house. Near to the door, trying to gather my nerve to move on.

At the moment as I thought she must be in the bedroom, I heard her sexy voice: “Come to me Mansi… come to your princess…”

I began to take my clothes off, there in the living room... pulling my polo shirt over my head, sliding  out of my levis.. Then proceeded to slide my pants down, dropping them to my feet and step out of them.
I was now completely naked and ready. I looked down, I had a big erection, for my an enormous one.
If she wants me to be her uncle, then here I am.
Ready and hard. My knees were a little bit week of excitement, but I wanted to be the strong one. The one who dominates and who decides in which direction it goes… I had no other choice.
I heard one more time ...

“Uncle, I can no more wait, please, come to me…”
Her voice sounded like if she really needed it badly and couldn’t wait more!

Oh God, I thought to myself: Today Meena does not want to be made love to. She just wants to be fucked! And that by her uncle!
Apparently I had waited too long. I suppose she thought something is wrong, because I heard and then saw her at the door of the bedroom.
There stood my angel. Her uncle's princess for today, in all her beauty.
Not completely in nude, but just in her black bra and black panties and… The necklace! Mansour’s Gift to her niece, from her teen years.
My heart was going too fast from watching her beauty and from my extremely heated body.

She looked at my erection one moment then smiled and whispered: “Finally…”

And turned around to show her magnificent back to me and get into the room.
At this point I made two steps and was by her back.
Meena stopped as my hands came up from behind and I embraced her soft back into mine, to cup her breasts, fondling and squeezing them delightfully.
My teeth nibble on the soft skin of her neck.
Meena leaned back into my strength.
She moaned in heat as my eager fingers started to touch her body.
This time I knew that just imagining her uncle is doing this, makes her feel so weak and helpless as I stroked each exposed surface of bare soft skin with my hands.

“Oh, yes, lick me...Ahhh...”
She breathed as I licked greedily along her soft neck; she threw her head to one side baring her neck to my tongue and teeth.

I seemed so at this point, if I had put my teeth in her sweet flesh, her only response would have been to sigh her devoted approval.
Then my hands slipped underneath the loose brassiere to grasp the mounds of her full breasts, strongly and firmly.
I could feel that her nipples strain against the palms of my hands as I toyed and played with her tits. This left her breathless for a moment.
I noticed that Meena looks down at my hands on the softness and whiteness of her firm orbs, then came a sigh...

“Ohhhh, Mansi,… That was a long time… Please….”
It was so supremely wicked to allow my wife, my Meena call me Mansour and pretend me to be his old, fat uncle who was going to have his way with her!

She yelped with surprise and discomfort as I pulled on her nipples and I felt as a shiver went through her and she sighed again: “Oh, uncle, please not so hard…”

Then my hands got down and pushed her thong over her round hips and it slithered down, to the floor. Now Meena turned in my arms and reached for my lips to kiss me,
shivering again as my hand slid over and clasped her now naked bottom.
Her mouth hungrily sought mine and her tongue got into my mouth to caress my tongue and make me further hard.
I thought to myself, now she could feel the hardness of my cock pressing into her soft mound.

Then she looked down and watched my throbbing cock, gripped it in her hand and whispered: 
“I love it, Mansi… I missed it so…”

I grinned as I felt the sexual lust driving higher the excitement of Meena in front of me, for her his old uncle at this moment.
I squeezed and caressed alternately the delightful warm round cheeks of her bottom, causing to higher her lust. In my sexual experiences and memories over the past years, there was little to compare with this eager heat of my wife who was now in her imagination, rediscovering sex with Mansour.
I loved my Meena’s shyness always, since she looked for the first time in my eyes as a young girl, actually a child, but now, the sheer heat and almost cheeky desire of her for this man, her old, ugly uncle, was something that was truly just a unique lace out of the description. As her soft hand grasped and squeezed my hard cock, I pulled Meena to me, almost lifted her before throwing her back onto the bed.
My beautiful wife hit the bed, and she sprawled naked in front of me, her uncle.
She looked up at me and I knew she saw the hungry lust exposed so clearly on my face as I swallowed up her luscious curves with my eyes.
I couldn’t and didn’t want to waste the time. I climbed onto the bed, my hard cock came into contact with her body.

I groaned: “Are you ready my princess? Are you ready for your Mansi?”

Then I rose above Meena, and her lovely thighs flopped apart in horny abandon and sheer desire.

Then she murmured: “Love me uncle, make me yours…”

As I dropped down on top of her, Meena's legs opened wide and she got her back up to find my cock.
In one smooth, easy motion my cock found Meena’s pussy and slipped through her tight and wet cuntal opening.
I thrust and she gasped in delight as my hot and hard prick sank deeply into her womanhood.
Her hands grasped me tightly, and she sighed with satisfaction as her cunt was filled full of the cock of the man she always, since her childhood loved, but at this moment it was just the hard and long prick of her ugly uncle who was fucking her and making her sigh and whimper…
As I guided and pushed my throbbing cock with a targeted thrust into her aching pussy,
I felt how wet she was.
There was no resistance and I sank to the hilt in one long deep thrust.
Meena was now whimpering and trembling.
I was still above her as if I'm trying to extend this moment to eternity. It was so exciting for me, to fuck her while pretending I am her uncle.

She looked at my face and sighed: “Tell me uncle, tell me what you want to do with me…?!”

“I am going to fuck you my princess, your uncle is going to fuck you silly…” I groaned.

Meena closed her eyes and whispered: “Fuck me Mansi, fuck your princess, I missed this so long… Do it to me…”

Then we began moving together.
Taking it slowly and quietly at first, I leaned forward and lock my fingers into hers on the sides of her body, then kissed her lips quickly and finally buried my face in her dark, good smelling hair, whispering like crazy.
 
“I am going to possess you my princess, you’ll be mine, just mine, my whore forever… do you understand?”

Then I started slamming into Meena hard and as deep as I could go inside her. I wasn’t sure if it doesn’t hurt, normally it should do as hell…

But she repeated: “Fuck me uncle, fuck me forever… I am your whore… My pussy belongs to you…”

I was behaving like crazy and Meena was tolerating my pure brutality as she repeated and repeated...
“Yes… Yes, do me, make me yours, uncle…”

I was a bit ashamed even at the moment as it was happening, but yet it felt very much like heaven… That was insanely hot, the friction of my frenzy and fury against Meena’s submissive devotion and humility…
I felt at this moment she is digging her nails into the flesh of my shoulders while moaning loudly, her eyes wild with pain and pleasure. I arched my back and pulled out back my prick, almost completely, but at the same time I felt how her wet cunt hugging my cock head tightly.

“No… No uncle, stay with me, fuck me hard… I need your cock…” She moaned.

I sank back into her pussy with the same force as before and then quickening my pace.
We both were breathing deeply. I was sure Meena’s fingernails had made permanent drawings on my lower back, if not actual blood.
This was urging me to fuck her harder and harder.

“Please Uncle… fuck me deeper…” 
She was almost weeping now while her hips pushed upward to meet mine, to fuck me back with the same forceful violence as my own mind blowing collision above her was occurring.

“Oh my God… You… Mansi… I can't fucking help it… I'm going to cum…” She screamed suddenly and closed her eyes.

Then opened them at once to look deep into mine, and began to tremble.
She was cumming, and she was cumming hard.
The intensity of her orgasm made her womanhood tighten around my cock almost uncomfortably. Her cuntal muscles were contracting hard all around my pole over and over and milking its length.

I groaned: “Oh… Ahhh… Meena…”

At that very second I felt the rush of semen to my prick.
I was sure Meena could feel how it began to throb wildly, deep in her cunt. And I was also sure that I am ravishing my beautiful wife completely as her uncle.
This was what she wanted and wished at this moment.

Her eyes widened and she screamed: “Yes… Yes, uncle, fuck me deep… cum deep inside me… I need it…”

Hearing this from her, my head dropped to her shoulder and I began to cum with her still trembling body from her extended orgasm.
I came so hard and hot against the heat of her cunt.
Only then I noticed Meena is gently biting and nibbling on my shoulder, while her nails digging into my back.
Then I started lapping softly at her neck like a tired but satisfied animal.
It was so much cum that it only took seconds before its overflowing onto her thighs and drenching the sheets between them.
The glistening inner petals of her cunt and the puffy lips of her pussy finally let my still throbbing dick free. The blissful and delicious taste and the heavenly scent of her skin on my tongue and in my nose, combined with the slippery feel of her tender outer female organ, made me high and to wish these seconds to be an eternity…
Now she was sucking, nibbling and blowing and lashing with her tongue on my shoulder too. She maneuvered her lower body a little, moaning one more time.
And my still somehow half erected prick, slipped once again into her womanhood.

“I neeeeed you inside me, uncle… Forever…” Meena whimpered writhing.

It was like if she has a sharp and lasting ache deep in her belly, and now my dick, the skillful male organ of her uncle Mansi at this moment, heal it and gives her a consolation and comfort.
She closed her beautiful eyes and I tried to stay hard and go as deep as possible into the inside of her being.
As if she can read my mind, she opened her thighs more and more, giving me way.
And, at once, not more than some seconds after I started to move myself in her pussy, she began to dig her nails again on my back and I noticed, her climax started newly to spark and inflame. Suddenly She came to a peak, hard and wet and without restraint…
And I felt her squirting this time, I felt the eruption of the dampness between us and all
over my lower belly and upper thighs as she clamped on my body and her whole body contracted and then trembled in wave after wave…

“I love you… I love you forever…” She screamed weeping again and again.

I kept silent some short seconds then murmured into her ear: “I love you too, my princess… I love you too…”

As I lifted my head and looked in her eyes, she looked back deep in mine, so beautiful and innocent like an angel, and while smiling whispered…

“I know my uncle… I knew it always Mansi…”

I was lying there and trying to gather my nerves, to control my highly annoyed side and my extremely hurt feelings.
At the same time, I was also almost overwhelmed with sadness.
She, my girl, my Meena had confessed her love for another man, her uncle. Just and of all today, three hours ago as I watched her in her outfit before leaving for store, I was so happy and lucky to have her, and I thought she was more beautiful today than she
has ever been in all the time that I have known and loved her.
She fascinated me as a young teen girl and still got it to do so, even better and more than before. Her beautiful hair her gorgeous face with the figure to die for it the wonderfully shaped ass that she teases me with all the time all were an oasis of happiness for me over the years. Especially much more in the last time as I felt other guys, even very young ones are interested in her.
And now I was lying there, broken and lost.
My wife, my Meena had admitted that she loves that ugly, fat and older man, who misused her and almost bangd her many times.
I was beyond control, and I felt like weeping and crying…
I slid slowly to the floor and sat with my back leaned to the bed.
We stayed shortly as we were. She lying there on the bed with closed eyes, and me sitting by, on the floor with my head on my chest and my tears starting to flow.
Yes, I admitted to myself, I wanted this role play sex game between us to happen, but according to my feelings, it had turned out not like I had wished.
Okay, my feeling told me she got to have a bit of fun and this I owe her. But there were limits and she had overcome the line and was beyond it.
Actually, she told Mansour directly in my presence, that she loves him…

I was a practical sort of guy. I prided myself on my analytical and planning abilities.
If there was a problem, at home or at my job, even while a serious condition with a patient on Operation table, then I was the man to go to for the answer, and you could swear that it would be the most logical and well thought out answer to the problem.

Now, after our hot sex session, I found myself sitting on the floor at the foot of that bed, In our guesthouse, almost crying and watching how my lucky life of over fifteen years get lost and my marriage after ten years dwindles away, and I had no answer...

I felt at this same time deeply my love for her and then the sadness again crept into
my heart. I turned my head and deliberately let with tearful eyes, my gaze rove over
her angelic face and her well-formed body.

‘Is this the last time I will get to enjoy looking at her beauty? I still love her with all my heart, body and soul! Did I do it wrong from the beginning? Why couldn't I see this coming in time to do something about it? Am I right? Do I really know her?..’ I thought to myself.

These questions appeared in and rolled away from my mind and then back again as if they were ripples across the water in a pond....


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