Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Lollobionda]

Contrary to the assertion that Meena should get involved in a new affair to help Nadir become whole again, 
I do npt think this is the case.
His problem was more psychological than sexual.
He believed that Meena was cheating on him and betraying him, and that bothered him so much that he 
began to doubt himself.
This led to the mental block that caused him to have arousal problems.

I would like to add the following to my previous comment: When the three of them (Tahir, Nadir, Meena) 
were sitting in the room, Nadir went outside for fifteen minutes to get some fresh air. 
In this way, he left Tahir and Meena alone. I suspect that this was the time when Tahir had started showing 
his interest in Meena.
I assume that Tahir made his intentions clear during that quarter of an hour and not after Nadir went into his room.

So my question was why Meena - even though Tahir had made his intentions very clear - did not go to the shared
room with Nadir.
Was she so heavily under the influence of alcohol or did she deliberately call her bluff?

Once again, 
I am not trying to judge Meena or blame her. No ! Rather, I want to find out more about: 
What did she feel?
What did she think?
Was she aroused?
Was she sexually attracted to Tahir?

Maybe we will find out more in the next chapter...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[RCF]

Contrary to the assertion that Meena should get involved in a new affair to help Nadir become whole again, 
I do npt think this is the case.
His problem was more psychological than sexual.
He believed that Meena was cheating on him and betraying him, and that bothered him so much that he 
began to doubt himself.
This led to the mental block that caused him to have arousal problems.

I would like to add the following to my previous comment: When the three of them (Tahir, Nadir, Meena) 
were sitting in the room, Nadir went outside for fifteen minutes to get some fresh air. 
In this way, he left Tahir and Meena alone. I suspect that this was the time when Tahir had started showing 
his interest in Meena.
I assume that Tahir made his intentions clear during that quarter of an hour and not after Nadir went into his room.

So my question was why Meena - even though Tahir had made his intentions very clear - did not go to the shared
room with Nadir.
Was she so heavily under the influence of alcohol or did she deliberately call her bluff?

Once again, 
I am not trying to judge Meena or blame her. No ! Rather, I want to find out more about: 
What did she feel?
What did she think?
Was she aroused?
Was she sexually attracted to Tahir?

Maybe we will find out more in the next chapter...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Your question is based on an assumption that Tahir made a move when Nadir was out for first 15 mins..we do not have proof of that timeline? 

My guess is Tahir might have started his flirting only after Nadir finally said he is going to the room to rest. Tahir would not have dared to flirt with Meena when Nadir was out for fresh air because he can return any min. Even then let's say they were watching albums and there are more left, Nadir left to his room. Is it necessary for Meena to leave unless she is suspecting something before Nadir leaves? Why would she suspect any misbehavior? Also while on alcohol if a male starts flirting and that too a close acquaintance like Tahir, it would have started more like fun rather than serious intentions, only after Tahir started going personal and started praising Meena on her body, Meena might have started to leave. 
Anyways since we did not get Meena's POV we do not know the details properly so I would not assume that Meena is hanging out with Tahir knowing he is misbehaving rather I would assume she started to leave when she started to realize things were getting out of control and that's when Tahir made a move. 

~RCF

[Salir]

Your question is based on an assumption that Tahir made a move when Nadir was out for first 15 mins..we do not have proof of that timeline? 

My guess is Tahir might have started his flirting only after Nadir finally said he is going to the room to rest. Tahir would not have dared to flirt with Meena when Nadir was out for fresh air because he can return any min. Even then let's say they were watching albums and there are more left, Nadir left to his room. Is it necessary for Meena to leave unless she is suspecting something before Nadir leaves? Why would she suspect any misbehavior? Also while on alcohol if a male starts flirting and that too a close acquaintance like Tahir, it would have started more like fun rather than serious intentions, only after Tahir started going personal and started praising Meena on her body, Meena might have started to leave. 
Anyways since we did not get Meena's POV we do not know the details properly so I would not assume that Meena is hanging out with Tahir knowing he is misbehaving rather I would assume she started to leave when she started to realize things were getting out of control and that's when Tahir made a move. 

~RCF

M:
Thank you, actually, that is the correct and healthy summary and resulting outcome of what happened...

I think that is an unrealistic and not necessarily fair insult to Meena for, as you say, something that hasn't happened yet but could possibly happen!

In the hypothetical (but wrong!) version of the story, the best part is that when Nadir leaves the room for a walk and to get some fresh air (30 seconds? 30 minutes? who knows...), Tahir (Tahir in particular? don't forget, that's not Jalal but Tahir!), immediately becomes active and says or does something indecent!

Last word from me: To be honest, I'm not afraid to admit what really happened, if another version corresponds to reality, be sure that I would have told the truth after such a long time, as I would otherwise!

We'd better wait... Salir/Nadir will be home soon and will continue to tell the story...

Kiss you all,
M.

[Salir]

Firstly, I would like to thank our readers for the interest they have shown in our story. We will soon exceed the 20,000 mark 
(together with "an old debt..." that would be over 150,000).

Secondly, due to lack of time, I was unfortunately not been able to follow the story here for a few days and perhaps comment on comments from friends. This was due to work-related reasons (I had to take over a colleague's shift because he was ill).

Meena has expressed her opinions here. 
I would have just said "let's wait!".

With a book, you start reading and if any questions arise or you are not sure about something, you read on without waiting. 
Unfortunately, here you have to wait until the author has the time or the desire and continues writing or posting!

In any case, I thank you for the precise comments as well as intelligent questions and answers and ask you to keep it up...

Have a niche time
Salir,

PS: I hope I can post the next update tomorrow.

[Blackdick11]

Lovely...With Tahir stepping into the picture, a new adventure seems ready to begin. All that’s left is for the couple to give the green light, and the game will be underway.

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (I)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
The next day, as an exception, I got up earlier. It was only after about half an hour when I was
 
back from a short walk that Meena opened her eyes and when she saw me dressed, she asked if
 
she had slept too long. I lay down on the bed next to her, kissed her and hugged her warm body.
 
"No, I was earlier, exceptionally,” I said, “That was nice last night," I added after a short pause.
 
Meena thought about it for a moment and then smiled, "I'm glad that you're your old self again, or
 
more precisely that Lord has woken up again," and touched me briefly.
 
I asked, "Was it really like you told me, I mean, was Tahir so rude?".
 
Meena got a serious face for a moment and looked at me, "Do you think I'm lying?".
 
"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" I kissed her on the lips again.
 
"Me? Exaggerate? Why do you think that about me? Do you really think that I would exaggerate or
 
lie about something like that? Really…". She shook her head and rolled her eyes, whether she
 
was insulted and irritated. I thought I said something wrong again. I sensed she is waiting for my
 
reactions as she raised her head and looked into my eyes.
 
"I don't know..." I stuttered.
 
Meena suddenly raised her eyebrows for a moment and then her expression changed completely,
 
and she started laughing, "The answer is, yes, I did it on purpose," and then continued, "Yes, Tahir
 
was a bit tipsy, perhaps more than a bit, he was really drunk, but he was just admiring my looks
 
and stressing what a lucky guy you are. The poor lumberjack doesn't dare do anything, at least not
 
 to start anything serious with me when you are around. He made no mistakes, no nonsense, he
 
just said what he thinks about me and he didn't ask any questions other than about our lives and
 
when and how we met and what it's like between us, so, nothing sexual, then just about our
 
families and so on.
 
He only asked if we didn't want to have children. That was later, near the end. When I answered
 
 that unfortunately I couldn't have one, he probably thought or felt for a moment that I was sad
 
about it and hugged me to comfort me. Then I said now I am tired and have to go to sleep,
 
and I, kissed him on the cheek. He then wished us all the best and that was it.
 
"Then you deliberately misled me, you wicked thing," I said.
 
 "Yes, I love that looks on your face when you hear such a thing, you know it,”, and she giggled,
 
“, but it was a good opportunity because I think, no, after last night I am sure that he is interested
 
in me, but the poor guy doesn't dare do anything inappropriate,". Meena giggled.
 
I said, "I thought that he wouldn't do something like that, he has a girlfriend and he's too decent,”.
 
“I don’t know about this girlfriend story of them, somehow their relation is strange for me…” She
 
argued.
 
I asked, “Have you asked him about his private life? Is something long-term planned with Sara?
 
Marriage or something?".
 
Meena responded, "No, I didn’t ask. You know when you're not there I don't ask people, especially
 
men, much about their private lives. That would often be interpreted as an attempt to get closer to
 
them on my part, and I don't want that. My experience shows me that it's risky,"
 
"Oh. okay, but it's interesting to know that he admires you and likes you, as a woman, anyway,
 
how did you come up with that?", I asked.
 
Meena smiled and then said, "How does a woman notice something like that? Very simple... the
 
most important thing is the looks, and I noticed that yesterday, but of course it could also be from
 
too much alcohol, we'll see...".
 
"Unless..." I mumbled...
 
"Unless? Have you again some fantasies?  what... that I provoke him? Do you want me to
 
participate in your new Tahir-seduce fantasy, you wicked Mister?", and then she giggled.
 
"Do you want it? Yesterday, what you told me about him was really verry exciting, it was fun and
 
had a good effect on me..."
 
"Are you serious?", Meena asked as if she didn't believe it.
 
I laughed and said," You know, I haven't changed, especially when I realize what effect something
 
like that had on my manhood."
 
"I'm happy that it's working again, but about your offer... hmmm... I don’t know, I still have to think
 
about it.", she touched my rod again, “He, this small Lord, is awake again, I like it how he
 
reacts…”, “, okay, now we should stand up.”
 
 
After breakfast we went with Tahir to see his new property, the vineyards, stables, and horses.
 
 These belonged to Jalal at the time and Tahir bought them from him. In the next two months
 
Cyrus, Jalal's son, was also planned to migrate to the USA. Tahir planned to buy the rest of
 
Jalal’s property, after his son left.
 
Meena chatted a lot with Li and Mei and played with Tahir's two dogs.
 
I had a riding lesson with Tahir and then it was time for lunch.
 
Tahir insisted that Meena to ride a horse, too, but Meena said that since childhood she had been
 
afraid. He said that he would be there to look after her, the horses are intelligent and very nice
 
animals, much nicer than people!
 
Meena said," Yes, I love horses very much. I'm not afraid of horses or of riding them in general."
 
It was noon and lunch time again and then time to say goodbye.
 
We invited Tahir to come to us, especially when he has something to do in the city, if he is not
 
otherwise interested. He said he will visit the couple, Mei and Li, but he is not interested in coming
 
to the city too often. He insisted that we are welcome to his farm at any time, on weekends or at
 
any other time.
 
We were home in half an hour and then sat down by the pool for a coffee and Meena started
 
 reading her book. After a short while she raised her head and looked at me then she approached
 
 her bathing lounger to me and sat up, "You know, we got a while to dinner," she said, pressing
 
into me as we held knowing eye contact.
 
"Yes?" I said.
 
"Yes." She spoke.
 
"Oooh," I said, biting my lower lip. "Have some ideas on how to spend that 'while.'?"
 
Meena nodded as she looked at my eyes.
 
"Want talk?" she asked in a soft voice.
 
"Always." I responded.
 
"Mmm, good. I have a sudden urge to see that look on your face and eyes," she said next to my
 
ear.
 
"Oh. You mean That kind of talk. Yes. I do, about something or somebody special?"
 
I could tell by the soft wet sounds of it that Meena smiled at my second answer. She got close to
 
my ear again, nibbling on it as she spoke.
 
" What do you think? A special fantasy? ", and after looking in my eyes she continued, ", you get
 
that look even when it is just talking, you know.", she giggled.
 
"I do?" I asked.
 
"Uhm... Makes me horny to see it," she whispered soft, giving me a kiss on my chin. "It makes me
 
feel so sexy Nadir…"
 
"Mm… Yes, then we should talk, please," I said.
 
Meena cracked another grin and a little laugh and said, “, do you want to tell me the fantasy you
 
have?”.
 
"Love to," I said, ", although I would like you to tell me, I mean how you are with another one...".
 
Meena's expression dropped.
 
I guess she was thinking that the slightest idea or suggestion of her wanting or needing someone
 
other than me... not even for real, even the fantasy talk from her, was always somehow risky after
 
our recent problems.
 
Perhaps then, probably she thinks, the fantasy talk or hopes of it goes right out the window…
 
I wanted to make it easier for her, then I dared to say, "Tahir, for example, he is a bit like Mansour
 
isn't he?" I thought for a moment and then, "You 'miss … You miss him, baby?"
 
"But we saw him two hours ago”, she giggled.
 
"You know what I mean silly," I said and looked at her face, waiting.
 
"Yeah, I knew what you meant,", she replied, thinking how to respond.
 
I said, “This is normal baby, you loved your uncle, and I understood and accepted that too,”, trying
 
to play if off for her in order to keep things going.
 
But Meena was stuck I could tell.
 
"I really do know what you think baby," I said but Meena still had a funny look.
 
"Come on baby, I was teasing." That wasn't working so I tried something else. "Meena, I know
 
what you are about to say and that you feel you say it to me is too much, so let me say it for you...
 
Okay? So, you know I know."
 
"I don't know what you want to hear, Nadir... Let's change the subject, I'm afraid...", Meena
 
pleaded.
 
"To hurt me? Because you love or loved your uncle? No, I won't be hurt, I'll be hurt if you share my,
 
our love with someone else, do you understand?" I asked.
 
"'Okay.", She replied.
 
"I know the only person you could ever miss or miss anything with, is me, you want to say…", I
 
said and added, “as your Man and your lover,”
 
"Yes," she said as if checking off a list.
 
"You don't have a specific want for anything to happen, or a need for it to, ever. And Meena, I
 
don't either. In spite of all. Okay? In spite of what I like to fantasize about or see, I don't need it.
 
You know that in your heart."
 
Meena smiled up at me with love in her eyes and we kissed quick. "I do.", she said.
 
"But as I was saying to make my point...I know you never do want another one if I do not tell you.
 
Because if you did, it would suggest you want or need other than what you have: me."
 
"Yes, yes, just if you want or wish…", she emphasized.
 
"I know, I'm telling this," I reminded.
 
"… Sorry, yes I miss him very much, but I miss my uncle, I miss him only as someone who
 
misses his or her closest relatives…",
 
"I know baby, whatever else after his, Mansour’s stupid, immoral act, happened, anything that has
 
happened was because you sensed I was wanting it to. That happened cause you knew you were
 
going to see and enjoy the look on my face when I saw it happen. But even still, you never wanted
 
it to on your own. Right so far?", "I know. Okay? I know.", I said and waited.
 
Meena just nodded. I kissed her and she spoke up.
 
"Nadir, you have to understand I really, really mean those things and …"
 
"Meena? You nutcase, I just say this to you... I only can say this because I understand it and
 
 believe you mean it. I know that you don't want or need anyone in any way besides me. Ever.
 
You only ever indulged me. The only way you could ever have enjoyed yourself completely and
 
sufficient satisfactory, was by seeing that look of satisfaction on my face, and that I am
 
completely..."
 
Meena made a face, and I had to stifle a laugh.
 
"These things I'm repeating back to you, will never change. Am I still right so far?"
 
Meena took in and let out a deep breath of relief.
 
"Yes. Nadir…" she said slowly.
 
I didn't let up.
 
"Meena, I'm stuck with you forever, no matter what. Even if I wanted to leave, or sell you off, or just
 
plain run away... For ever with you, in your mind…"
 
"Hey! Enough, I understand…" she said.
 
"...Yes? I want say even if I run away, it never works, because you would hunt me down, and
 
shackle us together. And God! I try to make it clear here that you would never let me dow…"
 
"All right!! I got it… I got it… we got it…'" she said, looking around. "Enough!"
 
"You know why? Because, so high irresistible, so magnetic you are," I teased, pulling her to me.
 
"Yes… Of course, you silly…", she grumbled, trying to pull away from me. I didn't let her go. She
 
struggled harder, I was trying not to laugh because she was still serious. "Nadir...Mmghh!
 
Let....me....go!" she huffed as I slowly pulled her up to me. I tried to force a "lips closed" kiss on
 
her until she relented. Even though I was practically lifting her off she put up a good fight.
 
But I do not give in and stick to it until she stopped struggling and began to kiss me back. But I
 
 couldn't help grin at Meena's futile struggling attempts moments earlier and, while starting to smile
 
 too, she pushed away from me again. This time I let her go.
 
"You bad, bad man!" she said, punching my chest as I stifled laughter. " I kissed you and you
 
started laughing. where is your behaviour? You bad boy..."
 
I took her hand and held her open palm to my lips for a long kiss of it, maintaining eye contact with
 
her, as I did.
 
"Baby, I know that sentimentalism is important to you. It is for sure to me too," I said, pulling her
 
 back to me with easy success. She fell into me with her chin up and lips pursed, as positive
 
signal. We kissed, then hugged again.
 
"Look, the truth is I like hearing fantasies from you, a lot, even how real they sound, no matter how
 
many times you would tell me and how… how dirty they could be", I said.
 
"Really you do?", Meena asked.
 
"Yes, I do, really…” I answered.
 
"Promise for ever?", she asked again.
 
"Promise. I would say we shouldn't constrict the words we use to express ourselves, our fantasies,
 
or even our wishes during talk because we know how we feel about each other, and I don't want
 
that to limit the fun we have when we talk fantasy or whatever. Because I like getting so lost in that
 
kind of talk we can't tell if we are serious or not. That's what makes it fun. This uncertainty,
 
crossing the line between fantasy and reality but not knowing if we are over it... In the end, if there
 
is mutual security, then it is harmless... can't do any harm, you are armoured... ", I thought for
 
a moment. Meena was thinking too, I added,
 
"I believe that we have reached a level that you should never say or think, ‘I shouldn't have used
 
those words,’ or ‘I shouldn’t, done this and that,’ or ’this was not not what I meant to say or to
 
do’, I mean…"
 
Meena interrupted me, “I know what you mean, Nadir… We are deep in…”.
 
I made the same, “Yes, deep or high… love or understanding…To lose yourself and to became
 
one with... with…”.
 
“I know… Unity of love, in love,”, she spoke enthusiastic like an explorer.
 
“Yes, that’s better…Unity…”. I said.
 
Meena was nodding the whole time. "I understand completely..."
 
“We automatically attach most great importance to always putting each other first. There can be no
 
room for jealousy, right?”
 
"You are right," she said, lowering her gaze to kiss my chest.
 
"So sometimes we bring up a slight jealousy scene to not be boring, and even though we know
 
and are sure where we stand with each other, "
 
"Exactly Nadir."
 
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (II)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
I spoke. "But I’ll be never get angry or injured from you or what you do or say or how you do what,
 
Meena, because of this security, this unity, ","Okay?"
 
She didn't answer, I reared back to look her in the eye. "'Okay?"
 
"'Okay...", she said slowly.
 
I leaned over and kissed her; she kissed me back.
 
"That says," I added "I like how, brought up or not, we speak about or not, we both see eye to eye
 
about not needing anything or anyone but each other. We come first. always. If, in the end the
 
fantasy or activity, which has also the root in fantasy, something occurs or is spoken, never the
 
love, the unity of us, suffers in quality and quantity, because of that, whatever and however and
 
with whoever it is…”
 
"Yes.", Meena affirmed.
 
"My focus is on you Meena, always…" I admited.
 
"And mine on you...", she spoke. ", yes...“, then she hugged me tight as she spoked against my
 
chest. "I like hearing that Nadir."
 
"I feel this way in my own private thoughts too," I added. "Well...they're not so private now but, you
 
know what I mean." I said.
 
"Oh Nadir me too. It means so much to me you telling me that, us talking about it. You say things
 
in a way I feel but can't put into words...at least not so well."
 
She looked up at me and I kissed her. While we were doing it, I was thinking of the fantasy I was
 
about to get into with Tahir, and in light of what we'd just discussed I had the sudden urge to say
 
something to Meena, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wanted now directly to address it with
 
her. My thoughts must have been obvious because her eye contact sharpened, and she tilted her
 
head.
 
"Tell me, Nadir, come, tell me…" she said softly.
 
"Meena, after what we just said to each other, I find there's something I need to add, to make
 
 clear. Nothing new. Well, not completely. And doesn't change what we just said, but..."
 
"Is it about me?" She asked,
 
"'Of course," I nodded.
 
"About something happening. For real?", she asked curiously.
 
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sort of...and not... Just, after what we said. It is about something
 
needn't happen ever at all. In light of those emotions and sentiments of us. I feel there's something
 
I have to... admit. I don't know why. Maybe it feels to me to be in spite of what we just discussed...
 
in some way. In spite of my having no need in that regard, there's something I still like to occur.
 
Or, just at our imagination, but at the same time I prefer… Real... I don’t know. It's weird."
 
Meena could tell I was thinking hard. She took both my hands in hers.
 
"It's okay," she said softly. "Don't constrict yourself, like you said, tell me, what you wish..."
 
I took in a breath. Meena just smiled warmly up at me.
 
I spoke slowly, "Meena I'm aroused right now, and I wish I wasn't, so that the point I'm trying to
 
make would take centre stage all by itself."
 
"Nadir..." she said softly. "It does. Okay? What you said just now? I'm right there with you on that. I
 
understand. Okay?"
 
"Okay," I nodded.
 
"Okay," she whispered. "So, tell me what you like to happen, what you wish.... I'm listening baby."
 
"Thank you... This is not telling you anything new, Meena. I said something similar when I first told
 
 you my fantasy of you. But that stuff is still fresh in my mind in the same way it was then. I'm only
 
bringing it up again because I somehow need to make my point, to...to get across what I think I'm
 
admitting. Okay?"
 
"Okay..." Meena replied as she looked up at me., and then abruptly said, “Let me guess…”.
 
"Yes, okay, but first let me to open this, aside from fantasy talk, and although we said what we just
 
did and I meant all that, there are pictures, some images that pop into my mind sometimes...and
 
just like then I like considering them for real. Not in order to make them happen or to say you to let
 
them happen; that's not in any way like it. But I like considering them...as real. I like it. Can I just
 
tell you some? Not to talk dirty to you. I mean...this isn't to be sexual here. It's gonna sound it, but
 
it isn't meant to be. I don't mean for it to affect you, okay?"
 
Meena came up to hug me and stayed like that, stroking my hair. "Okay..."
 
I took a deep breath.
 
"There are some flashes...of images..." I was hesitating.
 
"Tell me, nadir…" Meena whispered.
 
I paused a moment longer, then continued. "Flashing images..." I took another deep breath.
 
"Images... of your eyes squinting and rolling. Of your mouth hanging open. Of a pair of tight denim
 
shorts pulled over your ass. Of a hand running over it and down...
 
Of a hand cupping your breast and tweaking a nipple. Of a big cock thrusting back and
 
forth between your spread pussy lips... and of one of the many times he stayed inside you and
 
tensed with a spurt of seed..."
 
I sensed and heard Meena swallow as I tried to get this out.
 
"...I see you; your arms are dangling in front of you, probably because you are bent over and being
 
held by either your shoulders or your... your hair... and being fucked from behind. Images of jets of
 
cum being shot across your face and body... Images of hands grabbing your bare hips. Of fingers
 
rubbing your groomed pussy."
 
"My groomed…" Meena blurted out softly, briefly pausing her caresses, "Uh!... ...My God," she
 
said so quietly that I could only hear with difficulty.
 
"Rubbing your pussy so fast... so fast it brings you to your knees... images of your small hand
 
wrapped around a large penis shaft... of your mouth stuffed so incredibly full, a hand on the back
 
of your head..."
 
Meena's was breathing heavily; I noticed that she wasn't trying to press herself against me with
 
her embrace. She was gentle as if trying not ot disturb me as I voiced my thoughts. Then she
 
kissed the back of my neck, then leaned her head against me, stroking my hair and listening.
 
"All of these images have their origin in the imagination of men... the men who we know…
 
I'm there, just watching you and what they're doing to you and how you react... And you're looking
 
at me, instinctively and dutifully, wondering if you're doing right... if you're giving these men relief
 
in a right way. And you know that just looking at you arouses me. but there is no one in them that
 
you pay more attention to or that excites you more... There is no particular man in them that you
 
like better or that you are more interested in or you have a feeling for... And it is not about it being
 
a particular person, Meena. Or that you are with a particular man. Someone beside me or in my
 
place. You behave if you like all of them, not them but what they are doing, and you watch and
 
love how I feel, what I will. They are just there to serve you and help you to where we, or maybe
 
just I, want you to be... I don't know if I ever made that clear."
 
"You never had to," she said softly, briefly turning her head up to kiss my neck as she scrunched
 
up a fist full of my hair.
 
"For me it is not and has never been a fantasy of wife sharing thoughts. Or even a... a fantasy of
 
cuckolding. Just... a ‘Meena fantasy’. Just the simple, standalone fact of something being done to
 
you, as in the pictures I see you, and in particular and always, most important your... Your initial
 
and individual mind and body reactions. I don't know, it's hard to explain better, this simple
 
fact that I'm mentioning here, because I know we use some general and blanket term for
 
everything… But here when I am talking about you, this is just for a Meena Fantasy.., and it
 
belongs to me."
 
"Oh, my Nadir, I understand you, I really do... Oh baby," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my
 
chest as she continued caressing me.
 
"And... There's no reason to it Meena. No reason if they, these images and pictures are coming or
 
going, at leat not consciously reason for why or how these images come or happen or whatever.
 
And the images themselves do not instigate a plan or a want or need for something to happen
 
about them or about us. Again, they're a stand alone type thing. They're fleeting and gone. You
 
know I like them, because you are in them".
 
"Do you consider them… I mean how real…” Meena asked.
 
"Considering them for real? I like them Meena. Even if...we both don't need anyone or thing...or
 
even to talk fantasy...I like to consider them for real anyway, for me…" I took a deep breath. "What
 
I see in these images Meena... I can't deny that I like it. I don't understand why I do. I just do. I like
 
it a lot."
 
Meena reared back to look up at me. With a very slow and affectionate "Ohhh baby…" she
 
took my face in both her hands and hugged me again. "I know," she said soft and soothingly
 
as she resumed stroking my hair. "I know you do..."
 
"Meena I would kill and die for you... What we discussed a moment ago about doesn’t need
 
something or somebody or some fantasy ever, this doesn't change, but neither does the other for
 
me, that what I just told you. I like it, and I enjoy it.”
 
"I know you do," she repeated softly.
 
"I could also stop if you wanted me to, to talk about..."
 
"You know I don't want that and probably wouldn't ask you to if I did Nadir."
 
"I'd want you to if you did Meena. And then I'd naturally try to stop them. Do you believe me?"
 
She turned her head up for a kiss, then went back to hugging me and stroking my hair.
 
"Nadir that's the truth."
 
"Meena I have the feeling that you don't think about my fantasies when we're not talking about it.
 
A least not so often..." I said.
 
She looked up at me, speaking softly, "Nadir...I don't. I honestly don't. It's just...the way it is. Is that
 
okay?"
 
I just gave a smile at her.
 
"Is it?" she asked again, looking unsure of whether she should have told me that.
 
"Of course it is okay, Meena." I spoke.
 
"I guess because I don't want anyone else except you," she said, ", this is why I just don't think of it
 
on my own.", she thought for a moment. Then, looking up at me added, "Nadir if I do something
 
like buy a certain pair of panties I think of you, or I'm by myself and become aroused over
 
something, it's with you and only you in my mind. That's what...does it for me. You. It's automatic
 
and natural. As far as your fantasy or those images goes,”,” and me acting or thinking on
 
them…on my own or when I'm alone...I just...don't. I mean, I might in as far as trying to do
 
something for you. Or…if I think you might want to talk about it, which usually happens when I'm
 
with you."
 
Meena thought a moment and then sighed. "Oh man...I'm not sure I know how to explain that,
 
Nadir,"
 
“But when I talk about, or you see my looks…” I said, to interrupt her to keep her calm about that.
 
"Yessss. Exactly. My God I was wondering how I was gonna explain what I meant I'm so glad you
 
said that. In exactly that way Nadir."
 
I smiled and Meena jabbed me playfully.
 
"But," she continued, "...on my own? As in, for me? I... I just don't. I think of you. But sometime
 
when I am excited and aroused, no matter what the reason, a movie, a scene, a book, or I wear a
 
sexy underwear. I think of you and if or how it can drive you crazy… Then yes… it makes me hot
 
and hotter… only because of how something or some happening makes you look at me," Meena
 
smiled at her play on words with pop up onto her toes. "It's for you!"
 
I smiled back.
 
"You know what's in my heart Nadir."
 
"Of course, but tell me more..."
 
"What I did with others? Did I on its own and without you in mind? I didn't, doesn't and just
 
couldn't do anything for me or someone, without you. And even you being away? Yes, it make me
 
feel sexy and aroused and do things and get into it… but even then, when I was into it...there's a
 
part of me, the main part of me which is busy with… with that act… that was...tuned in to you. Or
 
in tune with you. No matter what you saw or heard, part of my enjoyment was centered around
 
you. My physical and mental enjoyment. Does that make sense?"
 
"Yes, Meena but, it's important to me that you let go and you enjoy..., this makes me aroused to
 
feel it…To see it…" I said.
 
"I did, I let go. Just...I don't think like you think I did. I can't explain it. It's like...When I did it was
 
through you, not on my own. I never felt like you were ever only just...there... or just watching me,
 
 like I was off on some adventure, and you were viewing it. Whenever something happened, there
 
was something going on between you and me in spite of anything or anyone else," Meena said,
 
 waving her index finger back and forth between us. "And that goes for every time, when I was into
 
 it, or letting go as you say. In a way...I could see what you did, in my head. Or I was seeing it.
 
 I really could. I saw what you did and somehow felt what you did and heard it the way you
 
did and... and... And then my God it would all be confirmed when I'd see that look on your face. Do
 
you understand?"
 
"I'm starting to."
 
"And I like it that way. Because it means it's...mm..."
 
"Always us," I said.
 
"Yesss...that is it, exactly...", she said.
 
"Okay."
 
"I let go baby... Okay?"
 
"Okay Meena."
 
To be continued…

[momass]

nice one

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (III)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"Nadir, I know my own thoughts and feelings on this. Understand? Let me go my way..."
 
I smiled at Meena's insistence on all this, a knowing gleam in her eye as she stared up at me. I
 
couldn't resist and pulled her up to me for a much longer kiss. It ended nice and slow.
 
"Mmm, I like that," she cooed softly with her eyes still closed and a lick of the lips. "More."
 
We kissed more. A lot more. We finally broke off so I could finish what I was saying.
 
"Well...Meena I guess what I'm admitting is...I do think of those images, or see them... Or
 
rather...they come to me..."
 
"Outside the fantasy?" she asked. "When we're not talking about it or as another person is there?"
 
I nodded.
 
"When you are not… or we are not alone?", asked again to be sure if she heard correctly.
 
I nodded again. "Just sometimes," I said. "Not a lot, but...".
 
"Sometimes," she said.
 
I nodded.
 
Meena though for a moment.
 
"Nadir, sometimes or a lot even. I appreciate your sharing your thoughts and always want you to
 
 but... Baby... How are different those times? I mean when someone other is present, I guess
 
mostly or even always a man or men… Am I right?”, She asked.
 
I nodded again.
 
“ Then, you should tell me at once or immediately afterwards at the first opportunity, that is what I
 
want... Or... You think it's obvious and you don't need to tell me…"
 
I thought for a moment. I just rolled my eyes and looked around, not knowing how to answer. It
 
had, but I couldn't explain what Meena had just pointed out to me.
 
"Nadir...oh baby..." she said, squeezing me as tight as she could, planting kisses all over my chest
 
and on her way up to my lips. Then softly next to my ear "I don't see it as different, no, difference if
 
you are alone or with me or someone else… They are your images and your fantasies and if you
 
share them with me then ours… I appreciate if you do share… My baby…”
 
“Release yourself from… Mmmmm," she moaned and kiss to it. "You should not hesitate in first
 
telling me your these fantasies,”, "My baby...I mean, I can see how you might have felt bad or
 
concerned had I recoiled from any bit of it..."
 
"I would Meena." I said.
 
"And I know that. You're not sure... You have doubts about how I might react. So caring... I know
 
you have to carry a crushing burden for however long, that means I never have to carry a bit of it, I
 
don't think that's good... you should talk to me... everything... no matter how..."
 
I nodded.
 
", but to bear any weight from it is...unnecessary. You're feeling bad or concerned and that's
 
because you love me and you're always looking out for me, even if sort of blindly...and that makes
 
me happy, but this is not good, Okay? I know now, you think of things or images, even wisches,
 
even when not around me, and I understand it. Believe me Nadir, these things makes me feel
 
sexy. Sexy to you. Then you should speak out." Meena emphsized.
 
"That's a big part of it for me; is how sexy you are and hoe sexy you feel...". I said.
 
"If it makes you feel better Nadir, as far as what I get out of any of this? it's that. You make me feel
 
so incredibly sexy baby. And that goes for what we've done. I felt...so sexy then too. And
 
ultimately, that's because of you too. Because of how you were watching me, seeing me and
 
thinking of me because of it. Made me feel so sexy. But anyway, this thing you feel you're
 
admitting to me, it's something I know already, I felt it but not exactly, how it is... Your images and
 
fantasies." We both smiled at that.
 
I finally looked her in the eye and she at me smiling.
 
"You know I'm right. Don't you?" she said. "You just like having something to worry about." I was
 
 just blinking at Meena. "Look at you," she said. "It's hitting you hard that you know I'm right."
 
Meena was trying not to laugh in case I was still not seeing her point. But she was right and she
 
 knew I knew she knew it. I started laughing and she did too.
 
"Gotcha," she grinned, hugging me again. "It's usually you dissecting things for me to see. This
 
surgeon habit… combined with a small amount of philosophical stuff from your complicated
 
brain…" Meena was beaming up at me as she laughed.
 
"I'm glad we had this talk, Nadir. I liked all of it."
 
"Me too. I think we've always been on the same page Meena. We're just making sure of it, that's
 
all. And I'm glad. It makes me feel good.”
 
"It makes me feel good too," she said. "I needed it."
 
Meena was lightly twisting me side to side as she hugged me, gently caressing my hair...only
 
stopping to plant a kiss on my chest and then rest her cheek back against it.
 
We hugged like this for a long while, my head resting on hers. I might have been fine after a
 
moment but she kept it up, coiling her arms tighter around me, the whole time.
 
"You know how I think of all this?" I mused as we stayed in each other's arms.
 
"Hmm," she peeped without looking up.
 
"Just like with our marriage and everything else we do in life, when it comes to all that but my point
 
is this fantasy thing and how we approach it, even when just talking about it like this... I think about
 
what you said, always “US”. Well...I think yes, that is the best way to tem it: a Team, US, we are a
 
team… you and me… We are the crew; we are the team…"
 
"A team?" she asked with soft but apparent disbelief as she reared back enough to look up at
 
me. "Did you just say we're a team??"
 
I nodded.
 
She hugged me tight again.
 
"Yes, a team, a united team against them all, Meena," I said.
 
"Hmmm," she smiled again. "I like that a lot."
 
"Me too," I said. " Meena, when something happens, of all the people involved, it is you and I who
 
have the higher agenda. We're the ones running the show. You and me."
 
"A team," she said soft, then, "Hmmmmm."
 
I felt Meena's breathing get heavier. And I felt her swallow hard.
 
"A team running a show? How?" she asked softly, asking more to hear than to find out. But she
 
knew I knew that.
 
"In our show they find relief as they want...". I spoke.
 
“How?”, Meena asked and waited. I sensed she is sexually excited.
 
“How far you or we let them,”, I wanted to tease her.
 
“With me? In my body?”, her voice was a bit hoarsely.
 
“Yes, "...inside my wife... Inside you."
 
 
"Mmmm," Meena sighed against me, pressing herself against my half erected rod, after this last
 
part of our talk.
 
Meena slowly looked up at me, eyes half closed, looking as though she had just cum. We met just
 
as slowly in a long, single, sensual yet loving kiss, which took forever for our lips to completely
 
separate. The wet smacking sound that came from it was so unique, the only sound that could be
 
heard, that surely the whole world must have heard it. I kissed her on the head, not shying away
 
from inhaling her scent loud enough to be heard.
 
"Nadir, you make me feel so... so intense and clear, I sense love and lust at the same time. Do you
 
know that?... Do you know that?" she repeated to me. "Just... I... I love you so much,  I
 
love you so much..."
 
"Mmmm. I like it when you go off and swear like that," I said, resting my cheek on her head.
 
"You inspire me," she replied warmly, smiling at herself for quoting me, I could just tell from her
 
voice. I pulled back to look down at her.
 
"You're so sweet," I told her.
 
"Do you like it?"
 
"Yes, I love it…" I said, giving her another peck on the head.
 
"Still going to tell me?" she asked just as adorably. 'About this recent fantasy you been step in  
 
your head?'" she added. "Still want to?" As if she couldn't have guessed by the erection I was
 
pressing against her.
 
"Still want to," I said.
 
"Please, I still want you to.", she insisted.
 
"Good," I grinned.
 
I reached over and grabbed her lime juice, drinking half of it and handing the rest to her. She
 
finished the rest with an "Okay? Waiting…"
 
"You know in the farm…" I said.
 
"You are speaking about Jalal? Right?" she said if a matter of fact.
 
"No… no silly, this time with...” I said.
 
“Tahir’s farm, I know, I tease you…”, she giggled.
 
“Okay… but before my fantasy… You didn’t answered my question,”, I sspoke.
 
“Which question? Are you now trying to tease me?”, she said.
 
“No, no… I asked if Tahir is a bit like Mansour? I think…”, I answered.
“Yes, superficially speaking, yes, I don't know”, she replied, thinking.
 
"Anyway, it was in his farm, my fantasy I mean..." I said.
 
"With him?! Me with him in your fantasy?, with that lumberjack?" she answered laughing.
 
“Yes, I got pretty horny,”, I answered.
 
“especially when you both stood so close to each other, even touching each other, I could not help
 
it" I tried to keep not to exaggerate and waited for her answer.
 
Meena was horny and I didn't want to stifle that. Luckily, she was on the same page.
 
"I know..." she said. "I sensed it today, I mean his interest", she answered and then looked at me,
 
“You make me hot, Mister, do you know it?”, She saif and giggled.
 
"I prefer to just think of you as being in heat," I said.
 
"Mmm, I like when you say that about me. Makes me feel sexy." Meena complained with a glint in
 
her eye.
 
"You are sexy," I told her.
 
"And it makes me feel horny," she added, staring at me.
 
"It makes who feel what now?" I asked, looking around.
 
"Sexy, hot, horny," she said simply and softly.
 
"You fell in love with me, because of it, because I do this...". I said.
 
"That is part of cause…", she winked,
 
"You love my fantasies, the next part of cause," I said as she reached to plant several kisses on
 
my chin.
 
"I love them too," she whispered soft and sexy between them.
 
"And you..."
 
"What about me?" she asked still giving me kisses.
 
"You like to help them to…to...". I stuttered…
 
“To help you, not them, not to help tha bad fantasied… But you…”, and continued kissing.
 
"Okay, to help me to give them life!", I said a little unsure if it fits.
 
Meena looked at me all sexy and seductive like, "I'm all yours big guy... As you wish, and as the
 
Lord wishes,", she said slowly, while she touched my erect cock.
 
We slowly ground against each other, smiling and kissing.
 
“I think I have to go into the kitchen, if you want to have a dinner, we cann continue this later…”,
 
she said and stood up and moved towards the door. I also got up quickly and followed her.
 
"Okay then. We have two minutes still, I can wait. How about...mm, how about you come over
 
here," I said, taking Meena by the hand and turning her to face the wall of building next to door.
 
"And hands u-, there you go," I said gently.
 
 as she placed her hands against the wall in front of her. "You know the drill young lady. Now take
 
your stance. "
 
"You're going to tell me like this?" she asked and giggled as she adjusted her footing and putting a
 
little arch in her lower back.
 
"I'm going tell you while you're like this," I said. "I want to play with you while I do," I whispered in
 
her ear.
 
"Really? I like that baby. I like having you play with me when you tell me such things," she said,
 
leaning over for a single tongue filled, very wet and smiling kiss.
 
Meena looked pleasantly surprised as she looked around. I thought about her carefree behavior,
 
given the raunchy scene I was about to narrate to her while I took off her her loose shirt and then
 
unclasped her bra. She automatically raised her arms up for me and replaced her hands against
 
the wall. I gave her pants covered ass a little slap.
 
"Oh!" she playfully yelped.
 
Meena looked and smelled incredible. All, standing there for me wearing nothing but her pants; her
 
perfect little body, naked from the waist up; tight and beautiful, but not too lean; looking like a little
 
porn star with a phenomenal ass and womanly hips; and those two little dimples at the small of her
 
back that open and close with any arch or tilt of the hip.
 
I could smell her. Her good smelling ass pussy indeed. Meena's pussy is like the rest of her: hot
 
and perfect. Extremely wet when she's aroused... It tastes like feminine laced warm honey butter.
 
And feels like a silky warm glove on my cock.
 
And her sexy breasts. Meena has perfect sized breasts that hug her chest like firm but feminine
 
cutlets. Her areolae are naturally protruding; they do even more when sucked on, and are topped
 
by beautiful nipples. There is little to no sag in her tight breast meat.
 
Taking in her sexy perfection... Thinking of what I was going to say... About my perfect wife... I took
 
a deep breath and let it out slowly, then sighed an exasperated "Wow..."
 
"Oh," she said excitedly waiting, "This doesn't sound like a regular version of that fantasy you're
 
thinking of. Now I'm curious."
 
"Oh... Just looking at you is all... My hot wife. My horny girl?”. I spoke.
 
"Hmmmm, I like that," she grinned, leaning toward me.
 
"Yes? That's okay with you?" I asked as we kissed.
 
"Very. My naughty Mister," she smiled as we kissed again.
 
"That's very cool," I said between my kisses.
 
"Yes? You're cool with that?" she asked between hers.
 
"Very."
 
"Yes?", she asked hoarsely.
 
"Hmmm," I smiled.
 
"I love you Nadir.", she moaned.
 
"I love you Meena."
 
To be continued…

[Lollobionda]

" ... What does this woman have that robs me of my senses? This woman, whose pure soul I read in her eyes 
like in a mirror, does not reveal to me the secret of her inner self. But I can no longer live without her, I have 
to know whether she loves me."
These were the thoughts and questions Nadir asked himself. He was no longer sure of her love, vulnerable and unstable.

I hope that he has found the answers he was looking for and that Meena gives him with her warmth, her affection, her
loyalty to him and that she lets him experience...


In thise sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (IV)

Nadir’s Narration:
 
We kissed a little bit longer, smiling through most of them. It was great.
 
"So..." she said when we finally managed to stop.
 
"Wow!... So... It's one I've been somehow hesitant about. This fantasy."
 
"Oh? Should I be frightened?"
 
"Mm, maybe.... It's men we don't know exactly how they act, so..."
 
"Men? More than one?"
 
Again, I paused. Meena turned her head to look at me.
 
"Mm...it's just something that sort of developed on its own in my mind, and I let it. I'll understand if
 
it doesn't feel right to you or-"
 
"Stop," she said, placing a finger over my lips. "Are you there? In this? Are you there with me and
 
those men?"
 
I reared my head back. "Meena I'm always there. You know that."
 
She blinked at me. ", yes sorry… Okay..."
 
"Meena you never have to ask that. I'm surprised at you," I tried to sound half angry and hurt,.
 
She looked dejected. "Iam so sorry, baby, " she said, straining for a kiss. "It was just the way you
 
began. With that...warning."
 
"Well?" I scolded, "There never would have been a fantasy to start with if I was never in it with
 
you. Never ever, wife." I could tell Meena was about to say something again, so I place my left
 
index finger across her lips.
 
" Yes, sir. Husband," came her muffled reply. To her lustful surprise I slid my finger in her mouth
 
and she quickly got serious again, sucking on it as she stared at me.
 
"Just, let me tell it... Just..." I said as she slowly worked my finger with her soft little mouth. What
 
I'd done was backfiring. She caught this and turned to face me, using both her hands to hold my
 
finger to her, which she knew I loved. "And-...God…" I blinked. I felt myself leaning into her and
 
lose my concentration. Meena smiled over my finger. I swallowed and tried to continue. She was
 
making it difficult. On purpose. "And... And Meena, I don't even know if I... How I feel about this,
 
this fantasy." I took a deep breath and swallowed as she stared intently at me. "It's one of those
 
things that...that...you think of and know that it can never really be..."
 
She slowly shook her head no as she danced her tongue under my finger.
 
"...because it's a way out there. It might seem a little harsh...toward you."
 
Meena was smiling at me as she continued her thing, "Hmmm," she hummed over it.
 
"God…" I looked at her and spoke.
 
"If it does, seem tough...just know that that aspect of it is...um...is my honest attempt at trying
 
to..."
 
She was nodding very slowly as she kept it up.
 
"...is my attempt to add a bit of reality to it. God damn that feels good."
 
Meena quickly switched to my thumb without breaking eye contact.
 
"Ohhh," I sighed, meeting her gaze through shutting eyes.
 
She smiled. Then purposely added some wet smacking sound to it.
 
"Oooh shit!" I sighed. "...Just know that...things that are...that are said, not meaning done or
 
do…in what I'm about to tell you..."
 
She was nodding with my words.
 
"...some of those things I'm... I'm not crazy about them Meena...
 
"Hm'mm," she shook her head.
 
"...but...I like it."
 
"Mm'hm," she hummed over my thumb. "Some of them," I said breathy quick.
 
Meena narrowed her eyes as she nodded and sucked in my thumb, then eyes closed she swirled
 
her tongue around my thumb, alternated between that and sucking on it.
 
"Ohhh that...that is hot Meena!" I whispered excitedly.
 
She let my finger go.
 
"Should I be angry about some of them?" she asked softly, kissing my hand.
 
I shook my head.
 
"But if you like them," she said even softer, kissing her up my arm as she used it to pull me to her.
 
"Yes, I like my fantasies…" I breathed quick.
 
"Some of them," she added softly.
 
Dizzy with lust I nodded quick and nervous like.
 
"Tell meeeee," she whispered into my mouth as we kissed.
 
It was hot and heavy. I couldn't resist reaching down and running my right hand over her pants
 
clad butts, getting an "Ooooh…" from Meena as I hit upon her wetness, and getting another when
 
 I reached up with my left to cup massage her right breast.
 
"Mmmm… Nadir…," she breathed out loud, breaking our kiss to let her lips mash drag along mine
 
as she pressed back at me with her left hip, threatening to turn and face me fully.
 
We pushed away from each other, with Meena breathing heavy as she faced the wall and gently
 
replaced her hands then her forehead against it.
 
"You can tell…?" she said softly, catching her breath. The hard on in my pants was poking against
 
her hip. "And you're already making me wet by what you just did, with your finger..." she added
 
breathily without looking at me this time.
 
"My finger?..." I groaned. "And this is from you, by the way," I said, pressing my tented erection
 
against her left hip. "Not from some fantasy."
 
Meena broke her contact with the wall to give me a smile and lick of her upper lip.
 
"Mmmm…" I breathed, using my strength to keep from ravaging her over that.
 
"Tell me,", she said. "Tell it to me.", Meena moaned barely audible.
 
"Shit..." I gulped hard. " Gold… Meena you are incredible. Just...the sexiest hot woman on the
 
planet... God damn."
 
"Hmmm!" she smiled to herself against the wall, her body just wavering side to side in
 
anticipation...and satisfaction.
 
I took a deep breath, let it out, and then proceeded.
 
"All right. For what ever reason, you and I have to take a bus from job to home...” I began.
 
Meena asked,” A bus? I thought we’ll be in farm…”.
 
“No, not this one, not this fantasy… we took the bus home. I know there isn't one around here,
 
but... I've met you at work, and for whatever reason we have to take the bus home."
 
Meena nodded. "Well, I don't see you in the way I'm going to say or describe it. Just the way
 
others there would probably see you. The way people there would see you...at least they would
after a while, see you so. Okay?" I spoke.
 
Meena nodded, "Okay...now I'm really curious. Please continue...", Meena added.
 
Again, I swallowed hard and went on, "It takes place at night or at dusk, inside a bus. One that
 
travels a long distance between stops. And for some reason it's not quite bright in there. It's bright
 
enough to see, but dark enough that when you pass streetlights...there are fleeting moments
 
where different parts of the interior are lit up, but not too bright."
 
Meena nodded. “I follow you.”
 
“Okay. So the car isn’t completely full, but it’s enough that everyone is pretty close together. All the
 
seats are taken. Something like that. But it doesn’t matter if there are seats or if anyone is sitting.
 
Only those who are standing. And it’s a little stuffy, but not suffocating. But people can smell each
 
other, okay?"
 
Meena suddenly exhaled and pressed her forehead to the wall.
 
" Nadir, that detail...do we need…" Meena asked.
 
"Yes, because you know where this is going." I answered.
 
Meena looked over at me, I just stared back until she leaned her head back against the wall.
 
"So initial 'view' is like a camera shot from above, and it starts at end of the bus, over a crowd,
 
inside the cabin of car. Even though the ceiling of bus isn't much higher, when it finally stops an
 
zooms in on you and me standing in the middle of a crowd, holding on to one of those things that
 
run along the inside that you hold on to for balance. As it is, a few passengers slipped between
 
us."
 
Meena looked at me funny.
 
"What things?"
 
"Huh?"
 
"What are we holding on to again?"
 
"It's not important... whatever it's called, but..."
 
"You mean a handhold?"
 
"Mm, I guess they're in there, but... I'm thinking one of those bars that..."
 
"A handhold."
 
"Meena…" I exhaled, rolling my eyes. "Baby, I'll never make it through this."
 
"Yes sir, exactly, pardon!" she said, saluting, and went to resume her position.
 
"Ughhh..." I groaned.
 
"Sorry…", she said.
 
"Okay," I sighed. "That was sweet what you did, but that makes me... make me fuck your brains
 
out."
 
"God!" Meena gasped. "Saluting?" She started to do it again and I grabbed her wrist.
 
"Young lady, I'm going to fuck your brains out. Now or when I'm done with my story...."
 
"Both?" she spat, unable to hold back her laughter.
 
"Meena!"
 
"Yes, sir!" she said, continuing with a serious look on her face. At that, my eyes closed and I
 
moaned again. Meena arched her back and blinked at me. "Really?? Wow!" she marveled. "Two
 
times?"
 
"You call me sir??" I asked, staring at Meena as if to say, 'How could you?'
 
"Really? Because it's a submissive thing or something?" Meena started to grin widely.
 
I raised my eyebrow at her."No. At least I don't think so. Not when it comes out like that. But this
 
story is about submission, you know, then it fits,”.
 
Meena watched in horror as I leaned closer, “Oh God, did I have to be scared?”., she said.
 
"Don't say it, Nadir." She immediately closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she turned
 
away from me, exhaling laughter through her nose.
 
"Yes, but just from me," I said, holding it up as she turned away from me again. "Hey, you can't
 
hide from me by just looking over there." I said, pressing my face to the side of her head and
 
kissing her left ear.
 
Meena's lips burst with laughter, but she kept trying to look away.
 
She sounded so sweet and young and just the same as when I first met her… and it touched me.
 
And I just took it all in and stood there. In love.
 
Meena waited and turned to look up at me, smiling and looking so pretty. I almost had tears in my
 
eyes. Meena saw it.
 
Her lips parted in wonder just like her appreciative eyes filled with love and she sighed softly and
 
sweetly with a weak and breathy "Ohhhhh" and turned to hold my face in her hands.
 
"I-..." I stammered.
 
"Yes, I know... me too," she whispered, nodding quickly and tiptoeing toward me with her eyes
 
closed.
 
The kiss was soft and sweet. It lasted only a moment... my "moment"... but the kiss lasted; long
 
enough to get hot and heavy again surprisingly quickly. No words needed to be said. This is what
 
usually happens to Meena, and the remedy is the same with her. It's an easily solved non-
 
problem, similar to watching the person you love sleep peacefully. If anything, what had just
 
happened to me only showed us that we were stronger than any fantasy. And the increasingly
 
sensual kiss only reminded us that we could safely open ourselves to it again. And if we weren't,
 
then our pressed together and aroused sexes did.
 
The kiss ended with several small but very loving and lustful ones. And I continued.
 
"But the point is," I said, meeting Meena in a quick kiss that she initiated.
 
"The point is..." she repeated with a wink, leaning her head against the wall.
 
"But the point is, that saluting you did and that word, sir, you said, that made my gun… you made
 
me…”  I searched after right word.
 
 
"… to want to fuck my brains out," she said to the wall.
 
"wow... God… yes or see some other one…" I said quietly, pressing my erection against her hip.
 
Meena immediately got serious, exhaling sharply as she stared over at me. "You make me hot…
 
somebody else to fuck my brains out??" she said, expressionless except for the glint of love in her
 
eyes.
 
"God, Meena… You can…" I began.
 
“…read your thoughts?”, she giggled.
 
"That would be enough," she said quietly. "Because it makes me..." Meena rolled her eyes,
 
smiling. "And it makes me love you."
 
We leaned in for another kiss, pulling apart so slowly that the smacking sounds went on forever.
 
I waited a moment, knowing where my fantasy was going. Meena leaned in and stole another
 
 quick kiss, then leaned her forehead against the wall and wiggled it for me. That was all I needed.
 
 I leaned close to her, placing my left hand gently on her stomach while I ran my right hand up and
 
down her ass. She exhaled deeply through her nose. And I continued where I left off.
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (V)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"Okay... Inside darkened bus, at one end. You and me in the middle of a crowd, separated by a
 
few other passengers. ...It's a crowd of men, Meena."
 
She swallowed audibly.
 
"Men of different types, height, weight...men of different classes., okay?" I added.
 
Meena nodded.
 
"Good girl." I said.
 
She exhaled a nervous smile.
 
"You're holding onto one of those vertical grab bars Meena. And, you are dressed your usual hot
 
and classy self." Meena slowly turned to look at me all sexy like as I read off the list. "High heels,
 
panty hose, above the knee length black skirt and matching jacket...white blouse, pearl neckless
 
and golden earrings..."
 
"I love how you see me," she said. I winked and she returned her head to the wall as I continued.
 
"Fingernails painted red, hair loose, parted on one side. ... You have your thin leather briefcase,
 
which you hold by the handle with your right hand while you hold the grab bar with your left. Your
 
wedding rings are visible to anyone who's looking."
 
Meena swallowed hard and exhaled at that detail, so I leaned forward and pressed a breathy kiss
 
to her ear while groping her ass and holding her head against me while my left hand rested on her
 
right cheek. She turned to kiss me, and it almost got out of control again. But we managed to keep
 
it under control and I leaned back, and she leaned her head back against the wall and I continued.
 
"After several stops, the bus is full enough that some of the crowd...some of the men...are starting
 
to stand really close to us."
 
"We're facing each other? Are we close? You and I?" Meena asked, glancing sideways at me
 
without breaking contact between her forehead and wall.
 
I nodded.
 
"We started off right next to each other. But at one point, when one of us moved to allow for the
 
flow of incoming and exiting passengers, we got separated by a few feet...a few people. ...Okay?"
 
"Okay..." she said, closing her eyes, her voice soft and a bit delicate. This got to me. I cupped a
 
breast and leaned over and kissed Meena's head and held it, longer than I might have had she not
 
been pressing back against my lips.
 
I broke it with as faint a "Good girl," as I could whisper. Eyes still closed; Meena smiled just as
 
faintly, and I continued.
 
 
"Okay, we go on… There's a man standing directly behind you. He's a corpulent, round face
 
brownish from the sun with a beard and brown curly hair, looks mid-fiftees and higher than me…”,
 
I spoke.
 
“Just as like as Tahir…”, Meena whispered.
 
Yes, exactly… That is Tahir… He is wearing a bland colored jacket, open in the front. He seems
 
like someone that would otherwise be awkward and uneasy around someone like you; someone
 
classy, someone beautiful, especially in a public setting. Normally you wouldn't look twice at him,
 
this guy, Tahir. But you're not impolite to him. You don't move. You don't think much otherwise, but
 
you're nice to him like anyone. If you happen to see him drop something, you'd stoop to help him
 
pick it up, even if it meant you missed your stop. Okay? You're you, Meena."
 
"Oh, baby... Nadir I know you're not trying to be mean about it. I like how you described him, you
 
wanted me to imagine him, but you could say simply Tahir... Because I don't judge people."
 
"You're such a good person, Meena. It's so sexy," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She turned it
 
toward me, then leaned her forehead back against the wall and smiled to herself.
 
"Nadir, I love the way you see me," she sighed, staring at her feet. ", you always include my heart
 
when you describe me. That's one of the reasons I think I can get carried away by what you want
 
and like. What's in my heart seems to make you like your fantasy even more. You're always aware
 
of that when we talk."
 
I could only smile at Meena. She was so sweet. "This is nice so far, Nadir," she said quietly to the
 
wall. "I can see the place, like you say? So... what was then?"
 
"So anyway...you might not otherwise look twice at him, Meena, but in this atmosphere though:
 
dark...in the midst of an otherwise equally unassuming crowd... he is right at home. Unnoticed by
 
the masses he's among. At first he was just near by, but he saw us come in. He has watched you.
 
He has seen others shuffle past or stand close and then leave. He's waited his turn."
 
Meena caught those words as soon as I'd said them. "His turn?“ she repeated softly.
 
"To get next to you. To stand behind you. You notice him move past. I do. But you don't think much
 
of it at first because it's just the nature of a crowded bus. But he makes his way. And you notice,
 
maybe even curiously, or even annoyingly, as he shuffles by, that he wedges his way behind you.
 
But...so have others on their way in. On their way out. But it's dark, so you're not certain if he's
 
stopped behind you. It's hard to tell. But if it is not him it is going to be another one. And so you just
 
stand there like anyone else does."
 
She exhaled softly, slowly rising up on the balls of her feet as I ran my hand down over her pants
 
covered ass.
 
"But this man, Tahir, Meena. He knows what he is doing. He makes the effort to stand next to you,
 
he's taken advantage of the crowd, the noise, the lack of light... Because he sees you, and he
 
sees what he jerks off to at home, or when he gets hom, his farm from seeing a young, sexy
 
woman someone like you in the city, a hot and classy looking piece of ass.
 
"A hot...piece…?" Meena briefly rolled her forehead from side to side as the description sunk in.
 
"He looks at this hot assed and pretty faced little married woman, he would love to have a crack at
 
if he only could.
 
"Ohh...God, Nadir. My God, baby..."
 
"I told you," I softly replied. "Meena this is a man…"
 
"I know," she said back, tilting her head toward me, eyes closed. I kissed it and she placed it back
 
against the wall and adjusted her footing, giving her ass a wiggle in the process.
 
"Mmm..."
 
Meena smiled to herself at that, and I continued, "So, the atmosphere and your beauty emboldens
 
him. The bus is shaking, the darkened crowd moves with it. But at one point you could swear you
 
felt yourself being pressed up against. Well this has been happening to all in bus throughout the
 
ride. You're no exception. Only, it begins to dawn on you that although the rest of the crowd is
 
moving, this guy doesn't seem to be. You bring your briefcase around to hold in front of you. Just
 
in case that's what this is about. If there is a robbery attempt.
 
"You shoot me a look. I return it. But you are not sure it is worth making a scene. You're not ready
 
to stare at someone just because the bus is crowded. So, you make a big deal out of that look.
 
I see you, but that's all I see. Besides," I added, wrapping my left hand around Meena's waist,
 
"you're emboldened in your own way. Not only are you comfortable because you know you have
 
me to protect you."
 
Meena's expression instantly relaxed. She reached down with one hand and covered the one I
 
was resting on her taut stomach.
 
"Mmm... This is the best par of the story, yet," she said quietly.
 
"I think so too," I whispered back. Meena let out a smile, eyes still closed and put her hand back
 
 on the wall.
 
"But eventually, Meena," I said louder, but still gentle and calm, "after a few minutes, you are sure
 
 you feel him pressing against you. There are others who are so close, but no one seems to
 
 notice. You feel a sudden movement and there are hands on your hips."
 
I reached around Meena's waist and held her as I spoke, and she gasped, breathing harder
 
against the wall.
 
"That startles you, and your eyes go wide. For a moment you think it might be that he caught
 
himself. Catched himself to keep from falling into you... to keep from something worse? Before you
 
can answer that, you're suddenly pulled back towards him. You look at me, but at that moment,
 
that man behind you is actually running his hands along the sides of your skirt-clad hips. You can't
 
believe it. You glance at me, but I happen not to be looking. You're not sure if you should try to
 
speak. Loudly? You'd have to over the noise of the bus. But you can't exactly reach out and
 
touch me to get my attention either. You try to step forward anyway and are immediately yanked
 
 back by the hips, Meena. Before you can react, Tahir quickly reaches around you and starts to
 
push up your skirt. You step away but are yanked back again. Meena, you are beside yourself.
 
You look but don't see me right away. With your free hand, you try to move his hand, but Tahir just
 
grabs it and puts it on the handrail of bus, above your other hand, your briefcase hanging where
 
your hands are. You wonder if anyone notices, but the crowd is so dense that much below the
 
shoulders go largely unnoticed by anyone. Meena, in an instant the front of your skirt is pushed up
 
over your tights and just as quickly they are pushed down over your hips."
 
As I said that, I pulled Meena's pants halfway up her ass, far enough to slip my right hand under it,
 
and began to rub her pussy from behind. She was soaked wet.
 
"Mmmm," she moaned loudly as her pussy lips parted slightly to allow my three middle fingers to
 
slide back and forth.
 
She slowly moved her hips back and forth on me, breathing heavily through her nose as she
pressed her forehead against the wall and listened.
 
I continued, "You feel Tahir lean over you as he reaches for you, slides his hand under the
 
gathered front of your skirt,and begins to awkwardly rub your pussy. Aside from the injury to your
 
person, his big hands might not feel so good otherwise. But you are getting hurt in public, and no
 
one else knows. This...man... Tahir, the lumberjack…”.
 
“Ohhh, Lumberjack…”, Meena moaned.
 
I continued, “Lumberjack, has partially undressed you and has slipped a hand between your legs
 
and is rubbing your bare pussy, Meena. The injury alone makes you blush. To your horror, you
 
are getting wet, despite all the reasons you shouldn't be, and wetter and wetter because of all
 
those reasons you shouldn't be. As wet as you are now...".
 
"Mmmm...Ohhh, Nadir...", Meena whispred, moaning.
 
"You... Stop trying to get away Meena and actually take wider stance to allow this aggressive man,
 
Tahir, access to work your pussy while you look around, checking to see if you've been noticed.
 
Before long, your very wet pussy is turning his aggressive fingering of you into something you
 
can't ignore increasing pleasure. Anything rubbing you would feel good at this point, and you begin
 
to twitch at the legs and upper body, swallowing nervously and allowing your eyes to close.
 
Holding that grab bar tight. And still none of this is obvious to anyone in the crowd of that darkened
 
bus Meena.", "At one point Tahir brings his hand behind you, and you think he is going to fondle
 
your butts, but it quickly becomes clear the tumult behind you is him unbuckling his pants. You
 
gulp hard and look around Meena. At once you feel a hand of him pulling on your hip and you step
 
back in your heels, arching it out good as you lean forward and hang on to that grab bar. And just
 
 as you find me in your gaze, you feel him maneuvering himself under the rolls of your skirt and up
 
 against your pussy."
 
"Mmmmm…" Meena moaned over at me as I began rubbing her good and slow.
 

To be continued…
 
 

[ricah43165]

wonderful & stunning updates

[RCF]

Wow too many updates, Traveling this week but will find time to read soon. Thanks

[Lollobionda]

Your narrative style and the description of the dialogues are unique and great, unlike most of the stories published 
on this portal which are primarily clichés and a dump.
The twists and turns are always interesting and offer many surprises that keep us eagerly and happily waiting for 
the next instalment.

In the last three instalments you have given us, - readers and fans - a deep insight into your emotional world, 
a world filled with passion and love. 
You have shown us that love, passion and hot sex can still be as intense, intimate and fulfilling as on the first day, 
even after many years of marriage (ten years in your case).

Thank you for that! 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Your narrative style and the description of the dialogues are unique and great, unlike most of the stories published 
on this portal which are primarily clichés and a dump.
The twists and turns are always interesting and offer many surprises that keep us eagerly and happily waiting for 
the next instalment.

In the last three instalments you have given us, - readers and fans - a deep insight into your emotional world, 
a world filled with passion and love. 
You have shown us that love, passion and hot sex can still be as intense, intimate and fulfilling as on the first day, 
even after many years of marriage (ten years in your case).

Thank you for that! 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Dear Lollo, 

I thank you for your valuable comments and especially for your very loving way of looking at our story.


Please keep in touch as your words have given us more encouragement to continue telling the story.

Best wishes (also from my Meena, we have been together for almost 25 years now and we are going to celebrate it soon, my god, time flies).

PS: This night or tomorrow comes an update, a long one, I have to finish this part before it goes boring!

Salir

[Salir]

Wow too many updates, Traveling this week but will find time to read soon. Thanks

Thanks buddy,

You can wait a bit to read, this chapter is soon finished (tomorrow, may be), and you can read it completely...

Salir

[srider69]

Love the story this far. Cannot wait, in fact restless for it to advance and the fantasy become reality in the story sooon.

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (VI)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"He enters you quickly, Meena," I said as I slid my middle and ring fingers, one over the other, inside
 
her, earning me another desperate but quiet whimper. "Anyone watching will just see your eyelids
 
flutter and your body stiffen from the sudden penetration. That big farmer, Tahir, Meena, has a grip
 
on your bare hips, panting and wheezing as he thrusts into you in short, frantic thrusts... Sweat
 
forming on his brow. He even takes the opportunity to quickly push up his glasses. They keep
 
slipping down as he stares at your balled up, skirt-covered ass in his hands, compressed even
 
further into two bubbles by the elastic of your tights that lift up your blonde, peach, fluffy cheeks.
 
Meena, his cock is on the small side, but one thing is certain about this man: he is relentless."
 
"I would feel it, I mean I would feel him in me, Nadir. It would hit the right spot inside me. I'm
 
tight... I'd be tight against him, like I was against your fingers." Meena said this, almost to herself,
 
it seemed. I couldn't believe she had even said that.
 
I paused and blinked at her. She just stayed as she was, moving her ass with my hand.
 
"God..." I said with breathless lust as my cock grew rock hard. "You are so good to someone who
 
needs you, who needs your body, baby," I said, rubbing my left hand back and forth over her belly.
 
She smiled, her eyes still closed as she listened to me.
 
"He's really taking me, Nadir. Our farmer, lumberjack Tahir?", Meena moaned.
 
"Yes, do you want him to…?” I asked, “Do you want to tell, how he…”.
 
“No, I mean yes, I want him to, but no, you continue… please…”, she whispered.
 
“Like I said, he's relentless. You keep shifting your position, like you don't know what to do with
 
yourself. You start sobbing and wailing, trying to stifle it with the back of your hand, the same hand
 
that's still holding your briefcase."
 
"Ohhh," Meena sighed. "Oh, Nadir, that's... I like that..."
 
"Just like now... You're in a state of lust-driven compulsion and under his control." Meena smiled at
 
that. "His forceful pumping is actually causing your heels to lift with each thrust, the slapping
 
sounds that are made every time his thighs hit the back of your ass... the backs of your thighs...
 
are starting to attract the attention of those around you. But it's the look on your face that
 
fascinates me," I added quietly into her left ear as I pushed what wasn't inside her from my fingers
 
against Meena's pussy and ass and pushed upwards. Her hips jerked.
 
"And… You're...you're watching," Meena said faintly.
 
" Of course I'm watching. I watch you Meena... I'm rubbing myself watching this happen to you...
 
How Tahir takes you so crazy, so hard, without mercy,”
 
 
With her forehead still pressed against the wall Meena turned it enough to one side to glance over
 
at me through hazy eyes as I worked her pussy nice and slow with my fingers and palm. She
 
slowly reached out and caressed my face, holding it as she twitched again. Meena looked
 
incredible. She felt and was smelling...incredible. I wanted to fuck her right then, but somehow felt
 
desire in me to continue.
 
"Your hair is fluttering around. You instinctively reach back behind you... To what? stop him? grab
 
him? you don't know... Just you reach back. Tahir ignores this and you're only able to hold onto the
 
grab bar in front of you, gripping it tight, while you are pumped silly. Your head falls forward.
 
Unable to stifle it any longer, you cry out from under several locks of hair. Your hand slips and you
 
quickly take hold of the grab bar again. In a daze, you bring your head up. Through your locks of
 
muddled hair you see the other men who've turned their attention to you and are staring. Some of
 
them have an erection. One of them is Farzan, he stands near to you both, and touches front of
 
his pants, you can see he has an erection, too. But… you don’t care, Meena…”. I said.
 
“I… I don’t care… Ohhh… God…”, she repeated moaning.
 
 I continued, “It's not that you don't care Meena...you simply can't. Through several of the faces
 
you see me. Some hair bounces in front of your eyes and just as quickly shakes away and you
 
can see me. Eye contact... Jerking and unsteady eye contact with me and with those around you,
 
watching as you take the pounding."
 
"Nadir, I… I like that part; strangers are watching this, watching him takes me from behind, and I
 
make eye contact with them as this man is taking me."
 
"All strangers are watching you, Meena. And I like that part too, you are looking at them while this
 
is happening to you. Anyway, Tahir fucking you pushes up, his focus on your ass in his hands.
 
He's giving it to you so good your hand slips from the grab bar and your briefcase falls to the floor.
 
Before you can take hold of it again, he quickly reaches around you and grabs both your wrists,
 
 drawing them behind you and folding your arms up at your low back keeping your bunched up
 
skirt there with them. He's holding them there with one big hand as he takes you by the hip with
 
his other and continues his pointed thrusting. You quickly adjust your footing so as to stay upright
 
in this delivered position, to give him a better access to your body.
 
"With your upper body being pulled back like that Meena, your office Jacket is spread open. At this
 
moment, Farzan who is in front of in front of you watching, reaches out and with both hands rips
 
your blouse and bra wide open and shakes them along with your jacket down over your
 
shoulders. Opening your upper body you to the crowd and exposing your hot naked breasts."
 
"Ohhh… God…" Meena whispered quickly. She turned her head against the wall, facing me with
 
glazed over eyes.

"Farzan and other men begin roughly manhandling your thrust out breasts, pulling and twisting on
 
your nipples, your pearl neckless hangs against your bared chest."
 
I ran my left hand up and did this to Meena as I spoke.
 
"One of them is a young teenage kid, he looks like Cyrus, son of Jalal, yes you recognize him, this is
 
Cyrus, but just a teenager…."
 
"Ohhh… shit…" she gushed with closed eye as she twisted her forehead against the wall.
 
"At this moment, Farzan takes you by the back of the head and forces his tongue down your
 
throat, kissing you hard and deep as you're felt up and fucked. You feel a hand, reach under the
 
front of your skirt and over your pussy as it's being pumped.
 
You instinctively step your feet apart. As your mouth is being tongue fucked you glance down to
 
see it is that young teenager, Cyrus doing this to you.", I spoke.
 
"Oh God… Nadir...", Meena moaned.
 
I pressed my covered erection against Meena's pants covered hip as I fingered her and pulled on
 
her nipple. With a moan she instantly turned her left knee into the other and clamped her thighs
 
down tight on my right hand enough to where I couldn't move it on her.
 
""Ohhh…I'm all wet," she whispered hotly at me.
 
"I know," I said, "and getting sweaty too," I added, letting go her breast to reach up and wipe some
 
matted hair from her forehead. Meena released her inner thigh grip on my hand and I went back to
 
 running it over her slick labia as she listened.
 
"Meena, at that moment my thought is that you are wife... But at the time you're also everyone's
 
hot little piece of public bus pussy, okay? Are you?"
 
"Hmmm," Meena moaned low and nodded as if in a lust induced trance.
 
"And not only I am jerking off to it, but I am also encouraging men to get up there
 
and cop a feel of those hot sexy tits."
 
Meena pushed away from the wall as a breath exhale of lust escaped her and she looked at
 
me, looking exhausted.
 
"Public pussy?? Nadir you...you've never talked about me like that... "
 
"It's how they see you, Meena. You're that hot little married pussy at the bus that everyone wants
 
to rip the clothes off of. Tahir, this farmer behind you...he's wanted you all time, since he met you
 
for first time...."
 
Meena grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me to her for a lips kiss of
 
Then she placed her hand and forehead back against the wall.
 
"Nadir, I want this Lumberjack, Tahir, to find relief in me before anyone else...", Meena whispered.
 
I was stunned by Meena's participating comment. A tingle ran up my spine and had I let them my
 
eyes would have rolled up.
 
“Really? You want him to fuck your brain out and cum in your pussy? Your dipping pussy?” I
 
asked.
 
“Yes… Ohh… God… I want it … I need it…” Meena was just panting down at the floor, her
 
shoulders rising and falling as she waited for me to continue.
 
"Is that okay?" she asked all soft and worried without looking up.
 
I swallowed hard as I blinked at her. "God yesss... I love you and your sexy good heart, you want
 
to give him relief..."
 
Meena smiled to herself. "I thought it would sound good to you if I say that," she said earnestly.
 
"It did. I love when you burst out stuff like that." I said.
 
"You do? Do you like it if I say that way?" She asked, hoarsely.
 
"Yeah, a lot," I whispered. Meena smiled to herself again. Then a bit louder, I said "Listen... You try

 to get away with resting the side of your head against that vertical grab bar as you're being felt up
 
and fucked, but Tahir holding your arms behind you lets go your hip to reach over and grab a
 
 handful of hair, pulling your head back as he holds your arms behind you and pumps into you."
 
, "'Yesss’, sounded in several of those men in response. You're having to look down at them
 
because of the way your head is being held back. Your mouth is hanging open and you sent out a
 
long and low moan of your throat because of the indecent and rude way you are being held in
 
position and used and manhandled in front of your husband and a crowded bus full of
 
strangers."
 
"'Keep fucking her like that,' you hear. You recognize my voice and from your strained back head
 
position you focus your gaze on me. Tahir’s pumping is still raising your heels off the floor, which
 
looks even sexier with your arms folded behind you and his grip on your hair. You watch from the
 
 same position as that young kid, Cyrus withdraws his hand and smells it."
 
"Ohhh God Nadir…" Meena moaned, letting her eyes close to my words.
 
The wet smacking sounds were getting louder as she wiggled her pussy against my open palm.
 
I swallowed while saying these words to my wife and using my hand to masturbate her. Meena
 
was listening joyfully and obviously enjoying this all, highly.
 
I leaned in against her ear.
 
"You're incredibly hot, right now Meena," I groaned. She responded by pushing her left hip out
 
against my harden. I dipped two fingers in her and she slid against the wall with a groaning and
 
forced exhale of her breath as she arched her ass back and forth against my hand. I used my left
 
hand at her tummy to encourage her back to the position she was, then let her raise up enough to
 
move my fingers and undulate her hips against my soaking wet open palm again.
 
"Ohhh," I sighed at how smooth she felt. My mouth was hanging open over it and for the moment
 
I'd forgotten what I was talking about.
 
"Oh…. Oooh," Meena let loose with a low sobbing groan and turned to look at me.
 
I'd been staring down at her and glanced up to meet her gaze. Together we listened to the
 
 incredible sounds of her wet cunt against my palm as she worked on it if she intentionally making
 
 them. We met in a steamy kiss over it, leaving our foreheads together when it ended.
 
"Oh… God," I sighed under my breath, glancing down and the back at her.
 
"Oh! Oooooh? I'm so wet…" Meena cried with lustful desperation. "…Nadir," She moaned at me
 
with anxious eyes. I wanted to finish so I placed a finger over my lips to shhhh her.
 
"Ughh," she groaned and closed her eyes to let her head come to rest against the wall again.
 
The wet smacking noises from her pussy the only sound beside her breath. I continued.
 
"At one point baby, you become shaky and your knees buckle. Tahir lets go your hair. While
 
keeping both your arms folded up behind you, he reaches his arm around your skirted waist.
 
He is the only thing stopping you from falling, and takes this opportunity to deliver several pointed
 
thrusts up into you, further preventing your ability to stand on your own. But in spite of his arm
 
 around your waist, with his pumping you still begin to sink in."
 
"Mmm…" Meena let out with a groan and a sideways glance at me.
 
"You quickly step your feet apart and manage to bring yourself back upright, and feel hot breath
 
against your ear."
 
"'You like this, slut? Tahir, grunts, 'You like me fucking you? ...You can tell by the lack of
 
certainty in his voice that he wants you to answer in the affirmative to help get him off. You are so
 
beautiful that the ugly, big farmer can't believe that he's getting to do this to you."
 
"Do I feel good to him Nadir? Do I satisfy Tahir… Does he likes my…" Meena moaned, looking at
 
me as she gyrated her arched out ass against my hand.
 
"Don't worry baby. He likes your pussy."
 
"Ohhhh," Meena sighed out loud. "He... he likes my pussy? Nadir that makes me dazed you
 
saying that."
 
"But you want help him. You want answer, but he's fucking you too hard and fast. All you can do is
 
rear your head back next to his and nod against his. He moans out with lust and disbelief at the
 
devotion and admit. And with this added sense of confidence and achievement he starts fucking
 
you harder. And you're moaning Meena. Low and throaty moaning as your pumped into."
 
Meena was grinding her pussy hard against my right hand as she listened. Her twisting and taut
 
midsection felt so sexy against my splayed open left hand.
 
"Tahir starts flying in and out of your pussy, Meena. You attempt to look back at him but you can't."
 
"'That's it,' you hear someone say. 'Fuck her... Fuck that hot little bitch!’, 'Fuck that classy hot slut,'
 
says another as your breast is pulled and slapped hard."
 
"God…" Meena said, opening her eyes on me. "Oh… God…Nadir... These words, these names
 
you're using..."
 
I curled my fingers into her hair to let her know I heard her, getting a whimper from her.
 
She turned her face to the right, wanting to kiss my left palm. I let her, then placed it back against
 
her belly as she rest her forehead against the wall, looking down at her feet. I ran my full hand
 
 over her smooth wet and swollen mound and cupped it. Meena was soaked. My fingers were
 
 covered with her juices. The pussy rubbing resumed, and I continued.
 
"Encouraged by the others, Tahir groans ‘Yes, give it to me, give me that pussy, you bitch…”, as
 
he is fucking you, trying to see your reaction. You notice it just as reaches around and mauls one
 
of your tits and you cry out at him with anxious eyes. That's what he wanted to see Meena. He's
 
going to cum, to cum in your cunt…"
 
"Ohhhh… Yessss," she said with a breathy whisper.
 
"To ensure a good pumping of his orgasm he lets go your wrists to grip you just under your
 
bunched up skirted hips. Your lifeless arms fall to your sides, dangling there as you sink into the
 
vertical grab bar and stay there, supported by the front of your right shoulder as you're fucked up
 
against it."
 
"Oooh?!" Meena looked over and moaned at me with narrowed eyes.
 
"And he starts cumming. Hard. Hard inside you, deep inside your pussy, Meena. Grunting and
 
 vigorous this man is. Ramming pumps in your curved ass and pussy to get as deep inside you as
 
he can. You are twitching and jerking through it. Teeth clenched and wincing from this Lumberjack,
 
Tahir. And everyone around is fucking out of their minds watching you, this classy looking woman,
 
let him put it to you. Several men start undoing their pants... As you're taking Tahir’s orgasm you
 
feel your hand being pulled and placed on someone's erection."
 
"Ohhh…my...my goodness…" Meena sighed as I spoke. She was blinking rapidly as she stared at
 
the wall an inch in front of her. "Nadir, you are making me...so turned on and wet. I want to feel
 
you…", she moaned, reaching to undo my belt buckle. I grabbed her hand and put it back on the
 
wall.
 
"Keep your hands where they are Meena.", I groaned.
 
"Yes sir," she breathed steadily at me.
 
"Ughhh..." I groaned, pressing my hard on against her hip with an open mouthed snarl. "Careful
 
Baby.... I want get through this and make you cum before we fuck."
 
"Ohhh..."she sighed. "Then please hurry?!"
 
"No," I breathed low.
 
"Mmm..," Meena whimpered.
 
We kissed again and I continued.
 
"Meena, with Tahir’s scary moaning and still clenching and held convulsive pumps of
 
semen inside you, you hear my voice close to you. You hear me tell you to stay like that, 'Untill he
 
has finished with you, he has emptied in you…"
 
"Oh my..." Meena said faintly. Her knees buckled and I thought that was it.
 
"You answer me the same way you did just now, with a breathy but determined, 'Yes, sir.'"
 
Meena slowly bit her lip at that little detail, pressing her forehead against the wall.
 
"I see why you like that," she whispered at me as her hips twitched involuntarily. "The way you
 
have me say it. I like it..."
 
"'Someone is grabbing your ass. I see it is Farzan. You're not sure who, but your automatically
 
response is to give it a wiggle against Tahir behind you as he keeps his spasming body pressed
 
up against your buttocks, getting a moan from him."
 
"My.... Oooh… Nadir," Meena groaned over at me with furrowed brow anxious eyes.
 
I reached further down under her pants to grab one of her hips. "Right here, this part of you. This
 
 is what men are pressed up against when they're holding cock deep inside you."
 
"Oh yessss," she hissed as I rubbed my hand on her and slid my palm back up to her pussy.
 
"Once Tahir is done Meena, with a confident but awkwardly delivered slap to your ass he steps
 
back, pulling up and buckling his trousers where he stands. He has used you. He's gotten relief
 
from your body."
 
"Mmm..." Meena whimpered hotly. "Was I his good little girl?"
 
"Ughhh... You were Meena, you were a good bitch for him to use," I breathed at her. "God that was
 
sexy you say that!"
 
Meena exhaled a hot and bothered smile to herself. She swallowed and spoke up again.
 
"His...his piece of…"
 
"His good little piece of public bus pussy…yessss."
 
"Ohhh?! Oh Nadir...I'm so close!" Meena whispered hotly.
 
"When he lets go your hips the men around you step back and watch as you slid down that vertical
 
 grab bar and fall on the floor. On your knees and shoulders...both arms extended and lying flat on
 
the floor by your knees, palms up, face turned to one side as you catch your breath..."
 
"Ohh… GOD... ", Meena moaned.
 
"...and your buttered little pussy all turned up...open and dilated for the next man, Farzan who
 
near stands and has his very erected cock in his hand..."
 
"Nadir I'm cumming," Meena said almost and suddenly.
 
She went rigid and began to shake and quiver, turning one knee into the other like she had to pee.
 
I was thankful I had my left arm under both hers with my grip on her right shoulder, because it was
 
 all that was keeping her from falling. The more she came the more Meena began to twist into me,
 
 eyes strained up and to the left but not looking at me, mashing her head against mine so hard it
 
hurt. I had to withdraw my right hand so she could turn and grind on the knee I was offering her.
 
 She clenched her fingers into the back of my shoulders, breathing out her orgasm against my my
 
neck with a single and exhilarated sobbing exhale of "OHHH!!"
 
The fact is, there is no sensation quite like my wife's tensed up and quivering body squeezing the
 
life out of you as she experiences and emits a mind blowing orgasm; I live for it and I love to see it.
 
My greatest joy while sharing her, is experiencing this moment when she surrenders and gives in
 
and orgasms so intensely.
 
I held her tight, whispering words of encouragement as she rode it out. It was beautiful.
 
My left knee was soaked from her juices as she shook and trembled against me. Her breath, hot
 
and steamy on my neck where her mouth was planted against. When her breathing slowed, I
 
pulled her pants back up but couldn't resist bringing my right hand up to my nose as I held her to
 
me.
 
To be continued…

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Wow, Nadir really let his imagination run wild with this time—this has to be the most erotic and intoxicating fantasy he's ever shared...The way he described it, every word felt like a spark, igniting a fire so intense you couldn’t help but feel the heat... And Meena, lost in the seductive spell of his words, clearly enjoyed every steamy detail,,, her captivated expressions revealing just how much she was drawn into his world of unfiltered passion.