Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Dallol]

More Than This ...

[Salir]

Towards the end of the story: 

* The Count of Monte Cristo * 
Edmond Dantes says to his great love Mercedes: 

"Madam,’ said the Count, ’it is no longer in my power to bring you happiness, but I offer you consolation’"

Unlike Edmond and Mercedes, who were not rewarded by the Chick Number and found neither solace nor
happiness, the Chick Number brought you two together years ago to experience happiness together in
the long run and to find solace together in lonely times like these.

Therefore, my dear friend, the temporary physical boundaries and distances are of temporary duration,
they will never have the power to separate two loving hearts, ‘you’ from each other.

Reunion is closer than the next breath ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you my friend,

My angel appeared this afternoon and brought sunshine and light...

Have a wonderful time and best wishes,
Salir

[Salir]

I'd like to answer a question from an interested reader who emailed me. 

Perhaps this topic might interest other readers as well:

The question was, is my new avatar a picture of her, Meena?

The answer: Yes, that's Meena, photographed by me on a trip to Sicily (on the beach at Punta Secca)

 just before the coronavirus outbreak 

(September 2019). She was 39 at that time.

Salir/Nadir

[RCF]

Thank you my friend,

My angel appeared this afternoon and brought sunshine and light...

Have a wonderful time and best wishes,
Salir

Wonderful! How is Meena's mom doing now? Did she recover?

Story can wait, I do not think asking for update at this time is correct. So please take time and take care of your mother.

~RCF

[ricah43165]

Thank you my friend,

My angel appeared this afternoon and brought sunshine and light...

Have a wonderful time and best wishes,
Salir

Well, someone’s heart is finally at peace now that his sweetheart is back where she belongs!

[Salir]

Wonderful! How is Meena's mom doing now? Did she recover?

Story can wait, I do not think asking for update at this time is correct. So please take time and take care of your mother.

~RCF

Thanks for asking,
Mum is at home!
She gave us a fright!
She has a kind heart, but at the same time it seems strong! And she resisted the angel of death. 
We're all incredibly happy.

I missed Nadir while I was away, but now I can finally hold my little child, the poet, in my arms. 
It was not a long separation and I have to think about whether I'll do it again when he writes such 
passionate, exciting, and inspiring things for me... 

Meena  

[Salir]

Well, someone’s heart is finally at peace now that his sweetheart is back where she belongs!

Thank you Ricah,

Yes, I came back to where I belong, into his heart... 

but I think I wasn't away from his heart when I read his writings during my trip...

Have a nice time...

Meena

[opendoor]

Meena

[Dallol]

Down Under ...

[Salir]

I had to work intensively in my jab the last two days. 

The reason was my spontaneous and unannounced vacation because of my mother.

Now, I plan to continue the narrate over the weekend and hope to update by Sunday.


Kiss you all,


Meena

[Dallol]

Stairway to Heaven ...

[Salir]

Friends,

Unfortunately my lovely half, had no time to finish a new update and she promises 

to do it tomorrow,

I'm curious and eagerly awaiting what happens next, too!

Have a great time,

Salir

[Rocky]

Will wait for the update....

[Bakchod Londa]

The question is whether Nadir, who is very busy at the hospital, will have time to accompany Meena.
If not, will Meena still visit Tahir at his farm 'without' him?

If Nadir is too busy at the hospital, will Meena still go to meet Tahir alone? Of course, she will. After all, this is exactly what Nadir desires—for her future encounters to unfold without him there. 

He has already given her the freedom to meet any man she wishes, with just one condition—she must later lay out every detail for him.

And honestly? Meena’s eagerness to meet Tahir is hard to miss.

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (3) 

"So, this is how it's going to be? Me with him alone as long as he wants to stay, and then 

after he left, I call you, do I understand right?" Meena asked, her voice trembling. "Hopefully 

You're not going to let this, to mess around with him, harm our love and drive our marriage 

into the ground?"

Nadir shrugged, "No.  I am sure about you and him; this is only the game and not more.  But 

whatever, you've if you made up your mind, there will be no problem, not from my side, as 

long as this situation is so stable, I mean no emotional dependence such as like Jalal 

story…", “Sexual contact with another man, should be considered just as a physical contact 

between you and another one, man or woman, I mean you must consider that just physical, 

then you have no, moral restraint if you want to do this and your body wants it, then you have 

no sense of shame or conscience towards me, our love is above that, and above 

everything...”, “This contact may include kissing any form, touching, fondling, being naked 

together, hugging, genital touching and penetration with fingers or otherwise, giving and 

receiving oral sex vaginal penetration, without condoms, Off limits during sex,”. 

After this long explanation, Meena was relieved.  Many of the things he said were already 

clear and had been talked about many times, but a new emphasis and repetition would not 

have done any harm; on the contrary, it would have brought her, even more clarity to the 

matter. 

Then Nadir, looked at her and said, "You look so beautiful as always," and added, that He 

has a surprise for her, for what she is planning, for her bravery in doing this, he gives her a 

gift as a thank you and wants to always have it with her. Then he gave her, his small present. 

Meena smiled and kissed his lips. "What now, baby? You are spoiling me," she said, but 

couldn't wait to open the present.

"Oh my god, it's lovely," she sighed when she saw the small Hotwife ankle bracelet where 

the letters H & W hung from a thin silver chain.

"I thought it would be appropriate for you to wear this tomorrow, and I think it would 

go well with your new lingerie and heels, honey," Nadir said as he put in around her 

ankle.

She stood up and twirled around, letting him see her anklet…

***

On the way driving to Meena, Tahir stopped at a coffeehouse.  He was too early. While

 sipping his espresso, he was thinking about the last episodes of his meeting with Meena. 

Tahir was not yet aware of what the problem was between the two of them. She wanted it 

and then she didn't want it! He couldn't understand this back and forth, this doubt. He noticed 

at their first and second meetings that she wanted a more active, slightly dominant and 

leading partner for sex. Could it be that his assumption was wrong? Should he change the 

rules of the game? In any case, he didn't want to just give up like he usually did and leave it 

and walk away, but this time and with this Faru, he didn't want to! 

He was ready to try anything to win her back. He knew that deep down her mind and body 

she wanted him. 

From her behaviour one could only read one thing: What she showed was not absolute 

refusal but only temporary reticence.

For her current reluctance, he could imagine just two possibilities. Either her husband was 

the difficulty and the cause of her conscience problems, or his, Tahir ‘s behaviour was too 

harsh and too aggressive towards her. He decided to go, at least first, soft, gentle and 

careful. Maybe he could find out what the problem is. In a normal situation he would have 

ended the relationship immediately, but here, firstly, her behaviour was strange to him and 
secondly, she was something special and he might have later regret leaving the field too 

early.

***

Meena was about two o’clock at home. She had at least one hour to prepare herself before 

Tahir arrives. 

She took a glass of red wine and went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare.
 
She was longer naked in front of her desk, doing her makeup. Meena looked at reflection of 

her body in the mirror, the curves, her ass that looked so inviting, knowing that she was 

about to give herself to another man while Nadir was not around, for first time after her times 

with Mansour. 

"Are you sure, Meena? Do you want to be his girl? ", she said loud to herself when her eyes 

met with their reflection through the mirror and sensed that her heart began to beat a little 

faster.

She just smiled at her and put on her lipstick. She put on her thongs and bra, from her new 

lingerie set. Then she wore a romantic elegant, knee length red, gorgeous and luxurious silk 

robe with floral lace detailing at the sleeves and wrap silhouette that when moving, showed 

her thighs, with silk belt at the waist.

She could see in the mirror that there was a new element of lustfulness that radiated from 

her. 

Her outfit showed everything and nothing. The silk robe made her look elegant, and the bra 

and things under it made her look naughty.

Then at last, she put on, her Hotwife ankle bracelet…

***

Shortly after 3pm. the doorbell finally announced that Tahir had arrived. 

Meena went to the garden door and greeted Tahir like an old friend, or soon to be reinstated 

lover. They greeted each other with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

"How are you?" he said.

"Good, thanks, and welcome. We go in the living room," Meena said when they were in, she 

took his coat and hung it on the closet.

"I must ask, are you today absolutely okay with this?" He gave her a questioning look.

"Yes, I am," she started, knowing that it wasn't the whole truth, since inside she was in 

conflict once again.

Tahir watched her from top to bottom, smiled at her and said,” You look incredible, lady!” 

He sat on the sofa, and she stayed standing and asked him about a drink, he said, “Can I 

have a glass of your good red wine?”.

Meena said, “Yes, of course,” and left for Kitchen.

As she came back, she poured him and herself a glass of wine. 

Tahir sipped his wine and spoke, "I heard that you taught the brainless, arrogant Cyrus 

a lesson, good... He needs something like that sometimes..." Tahir said and laughed.

"Did he informed you about, himself?"; Meena asked incredulously.

"Yes, he actually asked me a few weeks ago if I had any idea about the close relationship 

between his father and you. I replied, firstly, you both were good friends, secondly, it should 

be like that, I don't know about it, thirdly, if so, then it's your and Jalal's business and nobody 

else's. And last but not least, I said that what interests me or him? What does it have to do 

with him anyway?". "Apparently, Jalal's servants were talking nonsense. And last night we 

talked about you and when I said that I was meeting with you, he himself admitted that you

 had punished him but didn't say exactly how.  But no matter how, well done!”, then he 

laughed.

"Thank you. But I wanted to show him that he is still too young and needs to learn how to

 deal with women and not treat everyone like hookers!".

"He's really a poor boy; he doesn’t t know to behave. He has no friends. I hope he can gather 

some friends at university now. He needs female acquaintances, and I'm afraid he'll have 

problems. "

"That's what happens when you lose your mother as a child, father can't play mother 

either. ", Meena stated.

"But he's enthusiastic about you, and even though you punished him a bit, he speaks very 

positively about you as a woman. ",” He admitted that even you were harsh to him, he 

desires to be around you and feel your kindness, I feel he liks you very much, be careful!”, 

then he giggled and added,” He hast no idea about us, and I think he doesn’t believe that 

such a beauty like you can be interested in his ugly, old, fat farmer uncle!” And laughed 

further.

"I'm still sorry, I scolded him tough, I know he is young and very inexperienced and 

misinformed. I see that as a mistake on Jalals part, he wanted to play the role of father and 

mother at the same time and didn't have time for him either,", Meena said.

Tahir stood up and approached Meena, who was still standing, and took her hand, saying,

 "Too much talk. I'm not here for him. He has to take care of his own business. We two are 

important, and we don't have forever," he murmured.

Then, first, he brought her palm to his lips and kissed, then slowly kissed her arm and neck, 

then attempted to kiss her lips. Meena was initially a little shocked by his sudden movement 

but didn’t move back. 

Tahir held then the married Meena close in his arms. He sensed her initial reluctance, to be 

frank he didn’t understand her uncertainty and doubt after their two times intimacy. 

Suddenly feeling guilty about her husband? Or afraid of him? Why? He did, however, 

appreciate the full warm curves of her body as he held her close.

With one hand around her waist he held her close, while his other gently stroked her good 

smelling dark hair, comforting her. At 187 cm he towered over the pretty married woman who

already two times, willingly used by him before.

He had some short or long affairs in his long life, but to seduce this very special and 

exceptionally attractive young woman was another story. There were so many women, 

disaffected with their life and looking for relief from the endless boring, tiring days of life, had

 been happy to join him for some time. Some of them were married women, whom their 

husbands were happy to be left to drink beer in one of the many exclusive hotel bars rather 

than join their wives in bedroom.

Many of these husbands later had to realize how foolish their negligence was when their 

loving, eventually faithful wives experienced much better sexual satisfaction, and afterwards 

could not be satisfied with their boring, mediocre men.

Meena stayed in his strong arms. At the same time Tahir thought that, today he has to begin 

a new start with her, no matter what the reason for her sudden hesitation and doubt was. 

He had to be cautious first. Nevertheless, he had no doubts how this evening was going to 

end.

He was careful that his burgeoning erection did not disillusion her. His hand rose slowly to 

gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction was to move closer to him and her full firm 

breasts pushed against him.

Meena was lucky to have full firm mounds that did not sag. Tahir appreciated his luck in 

having those mounds pressed firmly to him. 

In his youth after highcollege, he began to study, psychology and just before to finish, he 

changed to Biology and chose Behavioural biology of animals, as sub-discipline of his study. 

 The combination of these two branches of science, had served him well with animals and 

Also people. 

it was clear to him that he could use the knowledge gained to easily twist and manipulate the 

minds of people. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, 

pampering them, while at the same time scaring them and preparing them to accept the need 

to please him. But he had never tried it with someone specially not those who he liked and In 

fact, he did not have much contact with other people except his closest friends. 

„Are you often, alone, girly?“ he asked Meena, while hugging.

"Sometimes because of his job, but I am used to it,“ Meena answered quietly.

Tahir grinned as he stroked her hair and looked down at the pretty face buried on his chest.

Meena suddenly was aware that her nipples had unaccountable become erect as she 

pressed against this big old man.

To be continied...

[Salir]

Next update: Today or tomorrow!

Enjoy,
M.

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (4) 

Tahir's soul was intoxicated as he took in, the sweet freshness of Meena in his arms.

 
Washed, scented, and clean, he thought, so typical of the well brought up educted women.
 
He didn’t want to break her to submission, not really and fundamentally. No, that wasn't his
 
goal. He rather wanted to join in with her favorite game. He wanted to encourage her to do
 
that; to undergo her deep-seated tendencies over and over again, which she consciously
 
experienced with him without a bad conscience earlier. Teaching this woman her true role in
 
the playing, but not by force. He didn’t dismiss her acceptance in last episondes of their
 
being together. He regarded it as evidence of her will, and the failure of her listlessness or
 
indifference, quite the opposite…
 
"I understand you baby, no matter what you say, I want to understand you and will not do or
 
demand anything against it." he murmured into her soft dark hair. He was reacting and
 
explaining his own thoughts! Meena looked at him questioningly for a while but said nothing.
 
His hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim white neck.
 
Meena was relieved not to be held quite so tight, though his strong masculine presence was
 
comforting. His fingers on her neck were soothing, calming, mesmerising as they drew soft
 
circles on her neck.

She was acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strained against the material of
 
her soft lacy bra. Meena was wearing lingerie she rarely wore for her husband anymore.
 
Tahir’s strong hands, had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles
 
shivered the soft skin of her neck.
 
He let her go and sat down on the sofa and asked her if he can have a glas of water. Meena
 
rushed to the kitchen and fetched water. After Meena came back, she sipped her own wine,
 
while thinking, the wine be calming, will help her regain her relaxed state.
 
Tahir drank his water and nodded her to sit on the sofa and offered her with his hand the
 
place next to him. Meena gratefully accepted and sat demurely.
 
He turned to her and noted her nibbling her lip. He would bruise those soft lips with passion
 
at one, he thougt.
 
He talked somehow seriously, while sipping his wine again, "Meena, as I told, my aim ist to
 
have some beautiful hours with you, the hours that create joy and fun for us, you and me, not
 
more. I have often said if you don't like it then tell me, and I'll leave it and forget everything.
 
If my behavior isn't right then I should know that too. Everything should be done according to
 
 your taste, I have to say quite frankly, I understand you, no matter what you wish, I’ll do it."
 
Meena looked up at him grateful for his support, as she sat close beside him on the sofa.

Tahir turned halfway to her and took her left hand in both his hands, and spoke quietly,"I have
 
 to speak to you, girly, For once, for the first and last time, a serious language. Meena, you
 
are a woman of my desire. I am so lucky and blessed to have enjoyed the taste, smell, and
 
touch of your body and skin against my own, the electricity of your lips pressed to mine when
 
you kiss me or let me kiss you and our tongues dance against each other, to feel the want
 
and urge of a unique woman like you wanting me. The times we were together, were the
 
source of my energy, after the first time, I was hoping one day you will return to me.
 
Now, in spite of all this, I am not jealous, this is really so, I don’t feel any jealousy,
 
you can go with any one you like. You, decide, Jalal, Farzan, Cyrus or anyone else whom I
 
don’t know. If you do, that is then your need, your body and soul need it, then I say, go and
 
have your fun and your Joy. I don’t possess you, nobody have the rigth to do that. ", “I don't
 
like it and I don't think it's natural to own or lock up a gazelle that I see on my property or in
 
 my forest. I'm glad that I see it and enjoy it for a short time. That's me and for me you are the
 
 pretty, unique, free gazelle in nature and I'm glad to have met you and to have spent the
 
moments with you. But tomorrow could be different, that means tomorrow you could be over
 
the mountain, but I will be happy about memories with you and of you, “.
 
There was a long silence.  Meena was thinking. Then he edged closer, looking at his eyes,
 
she also took his hands in both her hands and then brought his hands to her lips and kissed
 
them and said, "Thank you, Tahir... I am very happy that you are there, you are a real friend
 
of my, of us,"
 
She found tears moving to the surface of her eyes.  He was so different to most of the men
 
through her life.
 
His big hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft white arms. He cradled her into his
 
shoulder. His hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. His finger lightly stroked aside the
 
salty tears. Meena snuggled closer, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
 
Tahir was not a handsome man, more a homely unattractive one, though he was
 
unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 57 years old he was 24 years older than her,
 
but the years seemed meaningless. His size and powerful appearance, his ruling behaviour,
 
his craggy looks, and casual confidence all combined to make her feel secure in his
 
presence. In many ways he reminded her of her stocky, strong-willed uncle, mansour.
 
"Oh," she gasped.
 
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand
 
on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes. She closed her
 
own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes.
 
Her heart leapt. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose,
 
and she laughed. he grinned at her.
 
Then his lips dipped and met hers. It seemed To Meena so, if that was which was their first
 
 physical contact. Whether all of the last wild memories were just a dream.
 
Meena’s heartbeat quickened as old farmer gently kissed her lips. As the kiss became more
 
demanding, Tahir held her head effortlessly, as if he was afraid that she would try to pull
 
away.
 
But it wasn't in her heart to break herself free.
 
Meena melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. She had kissed other men other than
 
Nadir, many times, but now her lips were seeking out this special man’s hungrily and much
 
more passionate.
 
Tahir enjoyed the soft lips of the young married woman. He kissed Meena today, completely
 
different from previous times, now lightly, now passionately; alternating in his pattern, he held
 
her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of those delightfully parted
 
lips.
 
At that moment Meena was a little scared, where would this lead? He was too affectionate,

she didn't want love from him, no affection that would lead to emotional bonds. There should
 
be no love or sentimental attachment, just a physical closeness and pleasure from a real
 
ruling man. Just pleasure and desire, whatever her feminine body demanded.
 
"Oh... please," Meena wanted to push him away and recover her senses. But it was like
 
pushing against solid rock. For a 57-year-old man he seemed remarkably strong. She
 
sensed the remarkable strength of him. She thought this is from years doing farm work.
 
With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored her soft skin, but still
 
friendly and lovingly.
 
Tahir tilted her chin, his mouth descended. With a fierce passion his tongue darted into her
 
mouth. One part of her, a strong part, suppressed feelings deep in her body now began to
 
wake up, flutter to the surface and take over the control. Her senses departed and she kissed
 
him back.
 
Meena’s eyes flashed open and looked up at Tahir as he kissed her. His eyes were locked on
 
hers. His eyes were deep, mesmerising, and powerful. She was losing herself in those eyes,
 
when she again sought to pull herself together.
 
Then one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and
 
fondled. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and puuled down.
 
"Arghh... oh," Meena gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Tahir.
 
For a moment the shock of this abrupt movement ran through her body. Meena was shocked
 
how her body reacted in this way.
 
Then his big heavy body seemed to bear down on her and her lips seemed to open
 
 automatically to receive his kiss.
 
Then his tongue met hers and her mind seemed to swirl and fly.
 
Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness. He loved
 
this body. Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness.
 
He loved this body. He thought that Meena looks after herself so well and takes care over her
 
body. His hand seemed to weigh the full breast in his hand he estimated that Meena
 
possessed firm and upright breasts, no sagging, and he delighted in it.
 
He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found a stiffened nipple
 
through the cloth of her robe, and bra. Meena squealed into his kiss, but he did not release
 
 her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.
 
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. Tahir knew that very few women fully understand the
 
nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure.
 
 
He released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss. He would delight in
 
teaching Meena.
 
Oh yes, he would teach her all about the pleasure of pain and pleasing a real man.
 
Even as she relaxed, he ran the palm of his hand over her nipple and felt her body tremble.
 
 He fondled her that full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb over the over-excited
 
nipple, enjoying her squirm in his arms.
 
Tahir looked at lovely panting Meena, as she lay half beneath him. Her eyes were wide as
 
she looked up at him. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her
 
breathing deep and irregular.
 
She was a delightful flower in her prime. Tahir’s hand began opening her rob. Her hands
 
reached for his. He ignored them. Her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength
 
to keep his eager hands from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.
 
His hand pushed inside. He delighted in the sight of her lacy bra that did little to hide the
 
rounded, full mounds within. His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm
 
flesh into his hand.
 
Meena gasped and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though she had no control of
 
her own body. Hot sensations radiated from that strong hand. This was not some weak man
 
struggling for a quick grope. This was a strong masterful man taking what he wanted, and
 
she struggled against the sudden urge to spread her legs.
 
Tahir stared with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness. He
 
delighted in the sight, and the feel of that surprisingly firm orb, which as he had guessed did
 
not sag. His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his greedy lips took that nipple
 
into his mouth, then widened further to gorge on round young woman flesh.
 
Meena jerked as his hot mouth enclosed her nipple. His lips suckled, and then he pulled her
 
nipple deeper into his mouth and she felt his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes
 
stretched as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her breasts, radiating across her chest
 
and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.
 
"Oooooh!"
 
Tahir grinned and worked his teeth hard. He could feel her shiver and shake in response to
 
his attention to her aroused bud. His tongue curled around the erect nipple, and he was
 
delighted when her back arched, and she inadvertently pushed her breast into his mouth.
 
While his hands roamed unhindered, her supple tongue seemed to take on a life of its own
 
as it met Tahir's, darting and challenging, her eyes closed and she welcomed his demanding,
passionate kiss.
 
Her hands were automatically trying to push him away and he allowed her to push his
 
shoulders back. He released the nipple. He looked down at her. Her eyes were bright. Her
 
 neglected left breast was in clear contrast to the overexcited right breast.
 
Meena looked at him if pleading. Her hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at
 
bay, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts. He grinned and lowered his head to
 
her left breast.
 
Her slim hands strained to keep him away. Meena had trouble understanding how easily he
 
ignored her straining hands as his mouth descended to her left nipple and hot wet sensations
 
wracked her nipple.
 
God! He was so strong! Meena thought and gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then
 
his tongue tried to calm the excited knot. Her back arched, and she consciously tried to free
 
her breast. Her efforts were distracted by the feeling of one of his hands sliding under her rob
 
and stroking up her shapely thigh.
 
His heavy body, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things
 
 to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her robe.
 
Meena felt it reach and find the soft bare skin of upper thigh. His hand was hot and softly
 
circling. His hand under her robe, stroking gently the soft silky skin of her thigh.
 
Tahir's hand reached higher, and she allowed' him to push her legs apart. She tensed as his
 
hand found and covered her silk clad vulva, and she jerked as they lightly stroked.
 
His hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body, despite her initial light reluctance. She
 
could not stop him, even if she wanted to.
 
To be continued…

[Dallol]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (3) 

Meena:
"So, this is how it's going to be? Me with him alone as long as he wants to stay, and then after he left,
I call you, do I understand right?" Meena asked, her voice trembling. "Hopefully You're not going to
let this, to mess around with him, harm our love and drive our marriage into the ground?"

Nadir:
"No. I am sure about you and him; this is only the game and not more.  But whatever, you've if you
made
up your mind, there will be no problem, not from my side, as long as this situation is so stable, I mean no
emotional dependence such as like Jalal story…", “Sexual contact with another man, should be considered
just as a physical contact between you and another one, man or woman, I mean you must consider that just
physical, then you have no, moral restraint if you want to do this and your body wants it, then you have no
sense of shame or conscience towards me, our love is above that, and above everything...”,
“This contact may include kissing any form, touching, fondling, being naked together, hugging, genital
touching and penetration with fingers or otherwise, giving and receiving oral sex vaginal penetration,
without condoms, Off limits during sex,”.  !!!!?

Meena's narration expresses all the emotional turmoil and remorse that give us readers the opportunity 
to get to know her inner world behind all the facades.
In this way, we feel and experience even more intensely and are drawn into the spell of her story.

As for Nadir's role, or rather his constant talking and his attempts to drive Meena into the arms of other
men, I can only say that he has long deserved a good beating.
But since Meena cannot bring herself to do that, she should banish him from the bedroom to the guest
house, put a ‘lollipop’ in his hand (like Kojak in the crime series of the same name) so that he can suck 
on it and masturbate while his Meena experiences all the heights of desire, fulfilment, passion and lust 
in the arms of other men...

As punishment, she is supposed to deny him marital intercourse for a while so that he comes to his senses 
and behaves ‘normally’ as a husband and lover.
In this ‘phase of life’, in which he lives far from reality, he deserves to be treated no differently...

How can anyone be so stupid and naive?


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[masud93]

woow,,,details love making,,,

[RCF]

What a wonderful update...Delights of reading from women's perspective is evident. All the feelings that one goes through is refreshing to read compared to the scenes seen by Nadir which usually also is dominated by his own desire overwhelmingly.

Here perspective is more like a true make out between two people and how they are reflecting on the feelings against each other so much more intimate and well written.

I believe Nadir has given the wheels of this vehicle to Meena at right time, Hereafter, there could be many instances where Nadir is not there or seen so its apt that Meena writes it on her own. This couple knows what they are doing in this story and its lovely and cute.

I feel Nadir will know all these episodes in and out by now as its in the past, I am sure Meena might have explained it to him well and in detailed manner. So I will not be bothered about Nadir's feelings for time being.

This episode ended abruptly and missed the session fully. Waiting for next episode to see Tahir and Meena reach peaks.

~RCF