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He cares not just about the Roses! - 1 -

That afternoon we had a passionate sex.
Meena was mostly very active and she orgasmed two times. Fist time as I lapped her clit and a second time as we fucked, in missionary position.
Thursday evening, as we were looking at a movie on TV, I think she noticed that my mind was racing with thoughts.
Then suddenly she turned to me and asked: ‘Nadir, is there something? Did I do something wrong?’
“No, baby. I was just thinking about the next weekend. Especially Sunday.”
She smiled and said: ‘And about our young Gardner?’
“I am surprised that you didn't tell me what have you talked with him in the guest house. I mean it took some long minutes... And then at the gate also...”
“Wait a minute, Nadir. Previously you told me that you don't want and you don't need to be informed about anything in such situations, but only when you ask about it. I am just running your commands, my lord!”
Then she kissed my lips passionately. After the separation, she continued: “If you want, okay, I'll tell you. I tried to clarify, my relation to him. I tried to give a message that he is not allowed to think romantically about this relationship…”
“And were you successful?”
“Yes, I think so, because he told me he is coming back!”
“He told you really he is coming back not just for gardening?”
She giggled and said seductively looking at me: ‘At least I hope so, I hope my this message is well arrived. Are you satisfied?!’
“Yes, almost, but just one more thing what about the short conversation at the gate?”
Now she flushed in her face and said: “He told me that he was so satisfied sexually as I sucked him. And told me he wants and hopes more!”
“And what did you reply?”
“I told him that I am going to take care of him! Now, you tell me why were you so bothered in the last days, Nadir?”
“I was astonished that you care so about him and about his feelings...”
“Ohhh... my baby is hurt and Jealous...” Meena giggled.
Now I was a bit hurt, from her such reaction!
“Meena, I am not jealous, you have to let the nature play his game. You are not responsible to correct all the missteps and errors in this world, not even when you are responsible for emotional setbacks around you, or because of your behavior. Let the young boys and old men taste the bitterness of letting down and disappointment!
This is the life, you win sometime, but you lose often... It is normal. If somebody falls in love with you, this is not your problem, as long as you are not in love with him. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I do. Excuse me Nadir, I know what you mean, but...”
“No buts Meena. If you can not do this, then you can sacrifice yourself according to me, but without my participation...”
I felt a bit anger in my voice but I thought at that moment, this is perhaps the best way to clarify the situation.
She looked at me. I saw the disappointment and even tears in her eyes, but I do not let myself be influenced by that.
We didn't discuss about this theme more the next days. But it was obvious there was some irritation between us…

***

Finally the Sunday was there.
It was not more a warm day. The summer was going to an end.
After Murad arrived and we had our lunch, I told them I am going to swim and talked also Meena into. Murad as always, went to continue working in the garden.
I had my swimming short boxers, and she wore her black and red bikinis which left little to the imagination! Although the important parts were covered, but I was sure that she is intentionally wearing them today.
She was stunning in them. We stood there for a moment next to our chairs, talking.
Enough time for Murad in ten feet distance to admire Meena's sexy body. He made a pause and watched us, definitely Meena. I could read from his looks what he thinks.
His thoughts were surely about the last week as this nice and sexy body was kneeling before him to suck his cock.
Or perhaps it wasn't her body, he has attracted to. Of course it was part of it. If she'd been two hundred pounds I doubt he would have gravitated to her the way he did.
But I thought it was her type behavior and especially her face, her looks, and the expression in her eyes. The way she smiled. Those are what had drawn every man, even me so strongly to her. I thought that if I was a young lad like Murad, I had fallen in love with her too, immediately.
I mover myself and now I looked at her body from his angle, I was getting the full picture, or much more of it anyway. Her roundish C breasts were perfect for her frame. Her waist was thin and curved. As she turned and started towards the pool, I got my glimpse of her ass, which was round and firm. At that moment I thought she looked absolutely complete and perfect.
Meena sat on the top step of the pool, put one foot in and pulled it back out, yelping as she did so; ‘Cold…’ She said gravely, looking up at me.
I could see that Murad shifted to side to have a better view of her. Meena realized this and looked and smiled at him shortly.
I took several steps in the water. It was cool, but it felt nice; ‘It's not so cold..’
I told her, walking down the steps up to the water came up to my chest.
“Liar…” She said, flashing a grin.
“It is refreshing, come in.”
The water was cold, but I needed to convince her to join me.
I went to her and grabbed her hand. She jerked back and said: “Don't, Nadir…”
“Come in…” I laughed.
“It was a dumb idea to swim today.”
“It was a very good idea…” I said, smiling.
I reached out to her and clasped my hands around hers. She accepted them.
Her hands were soft as always. I walked backwards slowly, leading her into the pool and she followed.
“How are you not cold?” She asked.
I shrugged, still holding her hands.
“You get used to it..” I said.
Once she was in fully she shrieked and held her hands out to her sides above the water.
“Not so bad, right?’ I asked.
“It's pretty bad.”
She laughed and said in Murad's direction: ‘I am kinda getting used to it though...’
She was speaking to me, but often maintaining eyes contact with Murad; ‘It's your fault if I catch a cold tomorrow.”
“I think I can live with that.’ I laughed.
“Then you are dead.’ She said and laughed.
I agreed and laughed. We stood there for a moment, just staring at each other.
“Let's try to move, then it 'll be warmer.” She said, swimming off past me.
We swam around for several minutes, touching each other in meaningful ways, while Murad watched us.
I knew I had an erection, I didn't care if he sees it. But I was sure that Meena feels it!
Eventually I made my way to one of the walls and, standing against it, turned around.
As I did so Meena swam to me and stood in the front of me, Then she looked at Murad smiling and put her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and we stood face to face, our bodies pressed together in the water.
“You were right, thank you. This was a good idea and I'm having a really good time.”
She said warmly and whispered in my ear as she looked at Murad and continued: “Murad too!”
“Me too!’ I told her and kissed her lips.
I thought to myself, okay, our little discussion from Thursday evening and the subsequent irritation is now adjusted.
At that moment I wanted more than just to kiss her. But Murad was looking with wide eyes at us and this made me a bit cautious, even if unintentionally. I knew he had thought of little else but Meena since the moment he had seen her.
Now after their chatting last Sunday and Meena's direct refusal to accept his emotional feelings and love, it was not nice for me to demonstrate that she belongs to me and to show him my power over her. Finally, he was not my opponent or my rival.
I had to plan carefully to use the situation for all to enjoy, but without any harm or bad feelings for anyone.
Our activities up until this point had been harmless enough, mainly because of Meena. We had done no real wrong and had hurt not him, I thought. The question was for me if I should cross the line now? And if I do it, my game wouldn't stop being a game and some young boy will be hurt?
I don't know if Meena was thinking the same thing, but we stayed there in silence for what felt like a very long time, her body pressed against mine. I felt all time, that she looks in his eyes. Eventually she broke eye contact with him and held her head against my chest.
“You know what I like about you, my baby?’ She asked in a cheerful voice.
“What's that?’ I asked softly, moving one hand to the back of her head.
“You're nice to everybody and you don't like to hurt somebody even if you speak as if It does not matter to you. You're a nice guy even if you pretend not to be!” She said and giggled.
“It's contagious, Somebody who I thought she loves me, gave it to me!”
“I know. Is that so bad?’ She said, not looking up.
“No, It is right and it means a lot to me.”
I rubbed my hand along her cold back, feeling goosebumps along the way.
“Still cold?’ I asked her.
“Yes. But I'm not ready to get out though..’ She giggled and looked first at me and then turned her face to his direction.
After a moment she turned and looked up at me. We locked eyes for a moment before closed hers, leaned up and pressed her lips against mine.
At that moment I didn't think about my motivations or whether what I was doing was right or wrong. I didn't think about a Young lad who is in love with her and now is watching us. All I thought about was Meena's hot body and the feeling of her kiss.
We maintained the gentle, closed mouth kiss for several seconds.
Then her mouth opened slightly and I felt her tongue against mine as our kissing became increasingly passionate. I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her back with the other, and pulled her into me.
Her crotch rested on my erection, and by instinct I pushed up against her.
She moaned slightly as I did so and pushed back, grinding against me as we kissed. From time to time, I had a glimpse at his direction and could see that he watches us with wide eyes and tries to see more and more.
I allowed my one hand to make its way to the clasp of her bikini top, which I unhinged with ease. She held her arms out accommodatingly as I pulled it off, revealing her cute breast underneath. Her nipples were full and erect. I leaned her back and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and rolling over her nipple with my tongue.
She gasped and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me further into her bosom.
I moved my head, then her left breast and repeated the motions, cupping her right breast with one hand as I supported her with another.
“Oh, baby...”
I gave her nipple one last kiss, then moved again to her lips.
She kissed me lustily as I turned us around, now with her back to the pool wall, then picked her up, and placed her outside the tub, her feet dangling in the pool.
I slipped both hands into the sides of her bikini bottom and pulled them down.
It was a struggle due to how wet they were, but she assisted me by first lifting her ass then holding out her legs as I slipped the wet bikini from her.
I wasted no time in grabbing Meena's ass and pulling her right up to the edge of the pool.
Her legs dbangd over my shoulders as I buried myself in her bare cunt, licking up from her entrance and finding her clit.
“Oh God. Oh... oohhh...” She said with a heavy breath, grabbing me by the head.
I rubbed my tongue gently over her clit up and down.
She struggled to keep her voice down. I was sure it was an incredible turn-on for Murad to see all this and to hear her moaning.
“Oh Nadir... Baby, can I call him...?!”
She moaned, I looked up at her and then at Murad and back in her eyes. Our eyes met, while her pelvis still grinding against me.
I looked at him again, he was standing there and hearing this and looking at me. He was looking in my direction, for the first time since our game had begun and now waiting for my approval.
“Yes, you can…” I said slowly to Meena.
Then I began again applying pressure with my tongue on her clit, eliciting a deeper moan from her, while I was gazing at her face. She looked at him and moaned: ‘Oh... Murad, baby come here, take your things off... come to me...’
He hurried while getting undressed.
Meena laughed as she watched him quickly kick out of his clothes while approaching to her. Then he stood by her side with an incredible hard on, waiting.
I pushed my tongue left and right over her clit, as she looked pleadingly at his erection and let my hair go and pulled him with both hands around his thighs to her.
When his proud and hard erection finally got to her, his face was glistening with sweat.
He could notice now, a certain look in her eyes, a look of anticipation while looking at his face. Then she took his erection in her soft hands and looked waiting and pleading in my eyes, for some seconds.
I said softly: “Do you want it, my love?”
She nodded: “Yes”’
I insisted: “Say it, say what you want…”
“I want it in my mouth, his dick... May I?”
That look in her eyes was incredible, her eyes are filled with joy, disbelief, and smoldering passion. She was looking at my face, waiting for permission. Then shortly she gazed at his dick in her hands, squeezed it and licked her lip. She couldn't wait, then gently kisses the head of his hard on just for a second.
The feel of her warm lips on his cock made his blood rush feverishly in his face and a glad smile spreads across his it.
Meena then turned her gaze to me again and asked whispering: “Do you allow me Nadir?”
It seemed to me that at this moment her behavior to ask about my permission to do something, was not just because of me, but also to show him, who here the boss is and who has to decide over everything and she is never going to act other than his will.
It take some moments for me to answer. They both were waiting impatiently and I was enjoying this.
I said finally: “Do you want him in your mouth?”
“Yes, please...”
“Do you want his cum in your mouth, Meena?”
“Yes.. I..I.. Let me suck him please?” She repeated her demand, with a trembling voice.
From their facial expression, I could see that they both could barely contain their
excitement. At this moment, for the first time, Murad pleaded out loud, hoping I give her the permission.
He gasped: “Please... Please...”
I looked at his prick. It was so hard in her hands, and wanted to be pleased with this incredible creature's mouth.
I watched as Meena was looking alternately at me and the iron-like cock in her soft hands, her chest heaved as a sigh escaped her and Murad's eyes glimpsed her bare fleshy breasts and taut pink nipples.
She didn't wait more, her arms clasped around his thighs and her body presses firmly against them. Meena's soft breasts feel so inviting against his legs.
Of their own accord his hands tangled in her hair as he tried to pull her head against his erection. She resisted and tried to pull away.
At this moment Murad pulled her head back and leaned forward and his lips came on hers. She sighed, but didn't open her mouth. He licked her lips and sucked on them. Then let her go.
At seeing this, I groaned: ‘Kiss him baby, let him kiss you...’
Meena's mouth opened hungrily at once to receive her young lover's insistently probing tongue. I thought to myself, for sure many times he's dreamed of kissing her again and now it was real.
I could see at her kissing, how much she wants him, and how she demonstrated it, it fed his hunger for her all the more.
His mouth crushed down on hers, and she eagerly responded, releasing a moan filled with longing from deep within her throat.
I thought to myself, hearing and knowing that she enjoys his kissing with such pleasure, must have been very satisfying for a young man like Murad.
Murad's lips left hers and then he pulled her up to a standing position.
He began first to kiss her lips again and then traced a path down her neck to her full and waiting breasts.
She gasped and looked at me shortly and as the feel of his hot mouth covered her already erect nipple, she closed her eyes, and gripped once more his erect manhood with her right hand.
Now I could see clearly that, the delightful pressure of him sucking her nipples made her flush from the inside out. She held his head to her chest with her left hand, enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her breasts. Meena threw her head back and thrust her chest forward in offering. He was moving from one pert nipple to the other, his tongue licking, swirling and finally biting.
“Ohhhhh Murad, please...” She begged and he acknowledged that it was too muchfor her..
My hard on in the water was killing me! I took my swimming shorts off while watching them. Then gripped to Meena's calf and groaned: “Come to me baby…”
She turned around and sat on the edge of the pool wall again. But I had other plans: “Come into the water…” And pulled her into the pool.
Murad was standing there and while caressing his erection, watching us.
I went one step backwards and Meena slipped into the water and stood in the front of me and said softly: “Hey…” And smiled.
“Hey..”I smiled back.
Then she turned her face and looked at Murad smiling. She wanted to put her arms around my neck, but I whispered: “Turn around my lovely...”
Meena turned around and supported her arms on the pool's edge.
Now I reached under her armpitss and ran my hands forward and took her beautiful tits in my hands and began to caress her now very hard nipples.
She stood there and looked up at his face. Then I began to pinch urgently on her nipples. Meena moaned softly.
I put my lips on her neck as I continued mauling her lovely tits. She pushed her hips back into me, perhaps needing to feel my hard cock wedged firmly in her ass crack.
Murad was caressing his dick furiously now.
My tongue and then my teeth were on her neck.
My prick was now between her legs and at the entrance of her cunt and I could feel the slipperiness of her cunt and her wetness there which felt other than the water dampness. Slight moans were coming from Meena's lips. I let go her nipples and took her by the hips and pulled her against me.
Murad who was looking with wide eyes at us. I pointed to him and groaned: “Come Murad, sit down, let her have it...”
Meena nervously looked up at him, while I kissed behind her ear and she twisted her head, and murmured: “I love you, I love you baby…”
“I love you too…”
Meena continued with trembling voice: “I want you in me… Please…” She pleaded with a breathy whisper.
I moved my head around hers and kissed her neck once more.
"Mmmmm…’ She whimpered, her head lolling to whatever side I pushed it.
Meanwhile Murad was sitting on the edge of the pool and his feet were dangling in the water. His solid hard on was standing proud from his crotch.
I noticed Meena is gazing at it, fascinated.
She stretched her right hand and took his rod, then she began slowly to caress it.
I couldn’t hold me back more. I pushed my hips forward and then I felt my prick slipped into her cunt.
She moaned: ‘Oh God… Oh baby…’
And she moved her feet farther apart so I could get in her more easily.
Meena was spreading herself open for me. Her ass pressed against my groin as if
needed to feel the pressure of my body.
I tried to pull her back more against me. I grabbed and squeezed her ass before moving with my hand to her breasts again. My dick parted the aroused lips of her cunt more and ran the full length of the opening and moved insistently along her inflamed cunt.
Meena had now Murad’s prick in her right hand. She looked Murad deep in the eyes.
I could imagine what she is thinking: this was the young man who was going to become her lover, the young lad who was years younger than her...
Murad leaned toward her, putting his arm around my sexy wife as he placed his lips on hers. He kissed her with open mouthed urgency.
The tip of his tongue wriggled wormlike between her lips and began insistently nudging her perfect teeth. Meena now opened her mouth slowly and willingly, before her oral cavity was suddenly filled with the slippery, suggestively thrusting tongue of the young man. Soon, she was sucking his tongue hungrily and rolling her mouth against his.
Their tongues wrestled back and forth from one mouth to the other.
The slippery, lustful sounds of oral suctioning could be heard softly but distinctly in the otherwise quiet garden. As the kiss went on, Meena threw her arms around him, sucking down hungrily on his tongue.
I breathed in her ear: ‘Go ahead! Stroke it! stroke his dick!’ I demanded.
I was now moving and stopping alternately. I didn’t want to cum too soon.
Meena stopped their kiss and stared down at the hard prick as she found herself face to face with it.
Murad straightened up while seeing the look on her face and waiting, as she started to stroke his hard prick slowly.
Then she looked up at him and exhaled deeply. Meena continued slowly jerking the young shaft, softly pulling back the foreskin.
“Go on! Put your mouth on it! Put him in your mouth baby, let him fuck your mouth, as you wish!” I urged,
Meena moaned at hearing this: “Oh, my God…”
Then finally my gorgeous wife bent slowly forward, took his fat knob into her warm mouth, her tongue wetting his bloated prick. Murad let out a low moan, it seemed that the feeling of Meena‘s tongue and mouth on his cock was incredible.
“Oh yeah! Oh, it feels so good!” He groaned.
His groin was convulsing, as he felt Meena slobber all over his cock.
Meena swirled her tongue around as she took his prick deeper into her mouth and started sucking harder, vigorously running her small hand up and down his meat.
Meanwhile, I was fucking her cunt with slow and long movements. I wanted to extend my pleasure and I wanted to prevent to cum too soon.
As she continued her oral efforts, Murad‘s features contorted.
Meena had barely been sucking him off for two minutes, but after watching her sexy body all day and her sexual desire in the last hour, he couldn't fight the rush to climax as his body tensed up, his prick convulsing. Noticing his impending orgasm, Meena’s both hands engulfed the base of his erupting tool.
“Ohhhh… I'm cumming!” Murad cried, as he emptied the content of his balls into Meena‘s mouth.
Without being asked to, Meena swallowed the thick fluid that shot out of his prick, as she held onto his cock. Swallowing the last drops of his seed, my hot wife lifted her head and swirled her tongue around his piss-hole once again, cleansing his member from the cum. I myself couldn’t also wait more. I was too excited. Meena felt this from my increasing pace. She took a deep breath, and arched her ass up for me.
Then, with one hand on her hip, I went to work her cunt with my cock. Meena stared nervously back up at me and waited, then suddenly bit her lip and tensed up.
I thought to myself that I can't hold back, and groaned: ‘I'm about to cum, baby!’
With that, I began fucking Meena as fast as I could. As I began to climax, Meena just groaned with a sobbing and stuttering as she took my pounding orgasm deep inside her: “Oh… Oh… Oh.. my God…cum baby… cum in me… cum in my hungry cunt….”
I bottomed out with a groan and held myself deep inside her.
Then I stayed still until my cock slipped completely from her cunt. After my cumming, it took not long as I was shivering and I felt I am cold. At this moment I noticed Meena has also goose bumps. Murad sat relaxed and looked at her while he had still a hard on!
I said quietly: “Wow, it was incredible, but I am cold now, you have also a goose bump baby, don’t you feel cold?”
“Yes. I think it is better I get out of the water, can you help me please?” She demanded Murad.
“Yes of course.” He replies and reached for her hand.
The sun continued to sink into the horizon, and it was going to be colder.
Out of the water, he could fully see her magnificent nude body. Me too.
I marveled at the sight, and I thought to me, she's a beauty that appeals to any man to possess her!
Meena looked at his cock, gripped it and giggled, then turned to me and said: ‘ He has all time an erection!’
“He needs your attention, I think.”
I laughed and continued: “But I am done! I am going upstairs to shower. You can use the downstairs bathroom...”
Then I left.
I stayed shortly behind the curtain, and looked out of the window at them.
Meena was looking down at his erection still and then reached with her hand and caressed his cock again, for a short time.
Murad came close to her and tried to kiss her lips from side.
Meena turned her head to him and her tongue licked his lips for long seconds and then her mouth sought his, making his naked cock swell for her more and more.
He reached and embraced her other shoulder with his left hand while pressing his bare chest to her right upper arm and shoulder. He was now caressing her tits and nipples slowly and slightly with his right hand.
I could see in Meena's facial expression, that she is now very aroused. I thought she would cum just from his caresses.
Meena looked at him with such longing in her eyes that it almost hurt.
She stopped him and said: “Murad, baby, I must go in, I have to shower, it is very cold, I'm freezing..”
Then kissed his lips shortly again and continued softly: “I'll be back soon…”
With one last lingering kiss, Murad reluctantly left her body. He then sat in a chair.
Meena asked: “How are you not cold?”
“I am burning!” He laughed.
“Okay, wait for me.” And she got into the house.
At the same I was running the stairs up.
At the last moment I thought I heard the door once more opening and then closing.
I hurried into the bathroom. My showering took not more than five minutes.
I didn't want to miss some live action!
After some short minutes as I was coming down, I heard Meena, who tried to be quiet.
“No, please, Murad. Please stay there baby. We have to wait for him!”
Okay, I thought to myself, as I heard the door opening previously, that was he who followed her and came in.
But obviously Meena has not yet allowed him to do something, I thought to myself, and the anticipation only serves to heighten his amorous mood and his desire for her"
***
I looked from the stairs to the open door of the bathroom, and saw his shadow.
I tried not to make any noises and tiptoed down the stairs, carefully and silently.
Now I was downstairs. And saw the door to the bathroom was open. I could imagine that Meena left it open for me. It was now a bit darker outside and in
the living room no lights were on. The only light was coming from the bathroom.
Murad was standing in the bathroom, about two feet away from the door with
his back to the outside and me.
And about three feet distant from him, Meena were showering. Her beautiful body, her erect nipples and the sweet triangle of her sex mound was so exciting.
I could see that he slowly caresses his still hard cock, while watching her beautiful body and her movement under the shower.
Meena turned the faucet down to reduce the running of water.
Murad groaned: “Please Meena, I need you, I want you, let me...”
She interrupted him and while looking down at his hard on, shortly licked her lips and said: “Oh… Me too, baby, me too. I want you too, but we have to wait, he comes soon.”
He sighed as he continued caressing his erection.
To look at her and not allowing to have her, not even touch her, was driving him nuts, I supposed. I realized that I was rubbing myself too, and I had a semierection again. But his, I thought to myself, is so hard that it possibly hurts!
Then a moaned came out of his mouth. I felt sorry for him, but the pang of jealousy made me to be satisfied. I had to admit I was glad she was waiting for me. In spite of what she had done and all the adventures with her uncle, Meena had now never entertained the idea of anything happening without my being there. Right there. To see it from beginning to the end.
She didn’t want to hurt me and to cause a situation as like as our short time separation.
My heart still raced, as I stood there hidden and watched and spied on them.
At this moment, I was not more jealous, and actually I was missing the exciting feeling of spying on her and her lover.
What really bothered me was how horny I was every time I thought or imagined her adventures with her uncle Mansour.
At this very moment I decided to organize another sexual meeting between them!
It was like a drug I didn't like, but wanted more of, anyway!
So ironically, I thought.
I heard him moan once more. That was it. He couldn't take it any longer, it seemed to me. But at this moment he stopped his masturbation and let his cock free.
Meena was standing with wet body and hair and looking at his prick hungrily.
As she looked up, she saw my silhouette in the darkness and said: “Is he there? Are you there Nadir?” She sounded desperate.
I responded: “Yes, I am here baby…”
“Finally…” Came Murad's voice as he turned and saw me standing there. Then he moved forward.
“Oh God…” Meena moaned, as she knew what is coming.
I went in to have a close look and stood left to them leaning to the wall of the bathroom.
Murad was now at about one and half feet distant to her and then he stood still
and began stroking his cock again, as he stared at Meena’s cunt.
Meena looked at me questioning with lustful, demanding eyes. I knew what she wished.
I nodded with my head as approval.
She turned to him and asked with vibrating voice: “Do you want me?” She was alternately looking at him and me.
“Oh my God. Yes…” Murad replied at once.
“Excuse me baby, I've been bad. Teasing you and making you wait. I'm so sorry.”
Meena was moaning her words: “I have to pay for it…”
No answer came from Murad.
“Do you want me here?” She asked.
“Yes, just here, I want you now and here…” Murad groaned.
“Oh my Goddd…” Meena moaned.
There was a long silence.
She is teasing, me, but more Murad, I thought.
The intense and disconcerting jealousy I had felt always was not there more, not even a small part of it.
There was just an immediate desire for Meena to get silly fucked by this young lad.
It was difficult, but I had only to stay where I was and watch.
“You are so bad, Meena. You let me suffer. Now turn around and show me your back, show me your ass…” Murad groaned commanding.
Wow! I thought to myself. This young man is learning too fast! He felt instinctively that this sexy woman needs to be commanded.
Meena looked shortly at me and swiftly turned her beautiful back and firm ass to him while supporting herself with her palms on the wall.
Then I noticed she is looking back at him, panting in a mixture of dread and anticipation.
“Is this good?” She asked Murad while thrusting her ass back and wiggling it to him.
“I'm ready for you, baby…” She said softly.
Murad headed toward her and encircled her body with her arms. Meena‘s ass was level with his erection.
“Oh God… Nadir…” Meena moaned to me as she felt his hardness contacting her buttocks.
“Mmmmm…” She moaned again.
“I am wet Nadir, I am wet and ready for him. Murad come, you are so hard baby.
Put it in, put it where it belongs…”
I looked open mouthed as he bent his knees a bit and then his stiff cock disappeared between the upper part of her thigh.
“Ohhh… Yes! You needed it for hours, take me…” Moaned Meena loudly.
Murad pushed the full length of his cock deep inside my wife in one smooth stroke.
There was no foreplay. There was no tease more.
“Oh Meena, You are so tight and wet! You feel perfect…”
“Oh… God! Yes. Yes. Yes. Mm. Mm. Mm…” Meena moaned.
Then, louder and louder, the sound of slapping flesh filled the bathroom, broken only by the occasional grunt from Meena and smaller bangs against bathroom wall.
Murad had her up against the wall, fucking her against it.
“Yeah, I am fucking you Meena…” He grunted.
More slapping sounds.
“Oh yesss… fuck my cunt…” Meena moaned as Murad plunged his cock deep into her hungry wet cunt...’
At the same time he was caressing her buttocks with one hand and pulling her tits with the other.
“Oh God fuck me. Mm. Mm. Mm. Ye-e-es oh God. Oh God. Oh God…” She moaned continuously.
I noticed Meena is now standing on her tiptoes. I gulped and furiously pulled my cock.
I was completely erect and on the way to explode.
“Like that…?” Murad groaned as he slammed into her.
“Um..hmmm!” She moaned, sounding smothered.
Murad was with all his strength in fucking Meena up against the wall as hard as he could.
Meena had her palms on the wall as she absorbed each thrusting up into her, eliciting throaty grunting sounds each time her body was lifted as they fucked. She slowly let her head fall back and turned to see me, the look in her eye one of complete seriousness.
It was so hot to see her face and gaze so lustfully, as she looked at me.
I was delirious with the knowledge that it meant he was forcefully pumping his semen into my Meena as he held her.
“Nadir!...” She moaned.
I immediately walked closer to see exactly that, as Murad held her in his arms and spasmed against her body. She stared at me as she rested her head against his shoulder as she took his orgasm deep inside her.
“Ohhh, So! Good! Mmmm!” He groaned.
I was jerking off as fast as I could.
As he caught his breath, Murad slowly relaxed his hold on Meena, letting her free.
He stepped a little backwards and his dick came out.
She was still holding onto the wall with her palms. She looked sexy as hell in this position. The water beating down on them.
Meena wanted to turn around, but Murad shoved her by the shoulder as he held her waist. He bent her forward and began rubbing the head of his softening cock up and down against her cunt from back. Meena's eyes closed on me as she rested her face against the wall.
“I'm going to do you again… I fuck you again...” He said, staring down at her and then at me for approval.
I nodded.
“Oh God…” Meena moaned, looked at me and immediately stepped back and pushed her ass out.
Murad pushed into her and her eyes closed tight.
They opened again as she heard me grunting and moaning while started jerking.
I began beating off intensely.
“Cum… Cum baby… cum for me Nadir...” Meena mouthed at me.
I did. I leaned into the wall, twitching and moaning.
Seeing me while ejaculating and at the same time feeling the new arrival of his dick in her cunt, was enough for Meena, and she dug her nails into the wall as she too began to orgasm as Murad pumped into her from behind. She stretched an arm toward me and looked at me pleadingly.
“Not... yet!” Murad grunted, and grabbed her by the wrist and placed her hand back against the wall as he pumped her.
He was fucking Meena faster and faster, keeping his grip on her hips.
Then he suddenly slowed to spastic twitching as he was overcome by his second orgasm.
He wrapped an arm around Meena's torso and pulled her back against him and came and came...
Then he closed his eyes and moaned against her ear.
Meena maintained her eye contact with me as her body trembling before him.
The look in Meena’s eyes was a look of lust and desire.
I was still leaning against the wall and milking my cock as I watched her take his seed for the second time…

* * *

Demeter

He cares not just about the roses! - 2 -

Afterwards Meena and I went upstairs and showered together.
Murad stayed downstairs to shower, then we sat down in the living room. She wanted to cook, but I said we order Pizza....
’Murad come again to sea Meena'
When Murad come today Nadir was not around. It was clear to Murad that Meena was lonely, not only based on what she said but how she acted.
At any age, Meena would be considered attractive. The type that would look amazing in pantyhose from the 1980s, or lay bare in a bikini like Murad usually saw her. Meena clearly knew her body was amazing. She had no problem showing it off around the pool. Every time Murad ever saw her she was wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini.
On some women, it would appear to be inappropriate for her age, almost embarrassing.
But for Meena, with firm breasts, a tight gaand, and those amazing legs, she looked at least hot. She was wearing her usual skimpy suit when Murad reported for work on Sunday afternoon at 4 p.m. The sun was beating down at probably the hottest part of the day: "Afternoon, mam." Murad said as he opened the gate to the pool area. Meena was reclined on a lounge chair, drinking some kind of drink that was bright pink and had an umbrella.
She wore sunglasses and was reading a book.
She looked over the top of her shades at Murad smiled slightly, and said: "Hi, Murad, come on in."
Murad wore a bathing suit, like he usually did when he was working around water, and a T-shirt.
As with most college students, he was in good shape. About 5-10, athletic and muscular, he had no problem attracting college girls. He wasn't a player so much, but he also never went home lonely if he wanted companionship.
But Meena was unlike any of the girls he met on campus. She had the sort of mysterious aura, and confidence that can only be found in older women who have been there and done that. He was intrigued by her, but he wanted to play it cool. She was twice as old as he was and he had no idea if she thought of him in any way other than as the guy who cleaned her pool.
Meena certainly didn't see him that way. To her, he was someone to seduce as only she could. With Nadir gone out of seven am, Meena escaped into a world of fantasy and masturbation. But with Murad on the scene, she saw an opportunity to play out one of her longtime favorite fantasies.. seducing Murad now und here.
She went about it in a very deliberate way. For the first few weeks he worked for her, she did nothing other than to wear her skimpiest bikinis around him. As the days went on, she made sure to give him plenty to look at, by bending over whenever possible in front of him, adjust her bikini top strap, or spread her legs while lounging by the pool to let him see the inside of her thighs.
She knew he was watching her.
But on this particular sunny afternoon, as Murad began cleaning the pool just a few feet away from her, Meena decided it was time to progress to the next level in her plans.
It had been months since she had sex, and with a full moon that night, she was feeling even hornier than normal. She had been thinking about her plan for days and decided this was the perfect time to give it a whirl. If it failed, then no harm, no foul. But if it worked. Well, that would be amazing.
She started by turning over onto her stomach and undoing the strap of her bikini top. She let it fall to side, careful to make sure Murad was watching when she did it so he knew that she was essentially sunbathing topless, even though he couldn't see anything. As she lay on her belly, she spread her legs apart. Even though her bikini covered everything, Murad couldn't stop himself from staring at her and imagining what it would be like to mount her from behind as she lay there.
He felt an erection start to build as he cleaned the pool. He kept an eye on her and continued to seduce her in his mind. Just as Meena had fantasies about Murad, he too thought about what it would be like to have her while her husband was away. Murad had never been with any woman bevor Meena and older than 25 and he was curious some after about Meena. While he was certainly sexually experienced, he knew she was in sexmode too. He thought she might be able to show him a thing or too. Plus, he was just horny. His erection continued to build as he imagined what it would be like to climb on top of Meena when he saw her sit up, her arm around her bikini top to keep it covering her ample, but not enormous, breasts.
"Hey Murad," she called.
"Yes?"
"I'm going inside to take a shower. Can you just finish up out here?"
"Yeah, no problem," he said. Murad wondered why she had bothered to tell him where she was going. She could have just as easily gone inside without saying a word. She was under no obligation to give him all the details of her comings and goings.
Then he got to thinking: Maybe she wanted him to know what she was up to.
It didn't escape Murad's attention that she seemed to like showing off for him. Could it be that she was sending him a message? And if so, what was the message?
He watched her walk into the house. He had only been inside a couple times and he wasn't exactly sure what the layout of the house was. But he knew her bedroom was on the main floor and he assumed the shower was nearby. The bedroom window faced the pool, so he kept an eye on that. Even though the sun was out, he could tell when the bedroom light turned on. He saw Meena walk in. He continued cleaning the pool as he saw her open the door to the master bathroom and turn on that light.
Based on where that door was, Murad could tell the bathroom was just around the corner of the house near the pool supply shed. He decided to walk over there, pretending to need something from the shed. From there he could easily see in the window without being obvious about it.
Meena had hoped Murad would see her going inside. That's why she left all the window shades open. And, of course, that's also why she announced her plans to go take a shower. She figured the safest way to seduce her young pool boy was first to show off for him to see if he took the bait, then go from there. Meena was a confident woman and had no problem whatsoever being an exhibitionist. In fact, she got off on it. So when Meena walked into the bathroom the first thing she did was remove her bikini top. Her dark brown nipples were erect, mainly from the excitement of finally executing her plan. And, she could see Murad out of the corner of her eye watching her without trying to be obvious about it. She decided to give him a show.
After turning on the shower water, Meena faced the bedroom mirror with her back to the window. She slid down her bikini bottoms, revealing her tight, untanned ass to Murad. She ran her hands down both of her thighs, then around to her breasts. As she stared into the mirror she fondled herself, pinching her nipples and making sure to give Murad a good reflected view of her work.
Murad was trying to keep himself fairly well hidden behind the storage shed, but as Meena got more involved with playing with himself he found himself caring less and less about trying to hide. He also found the erection in his swimming trunks growing. There was clearly a bulge now, and he very much wished he could just yank his trunks off and start jerking off in front of the window. Instead, he continued to play it cool, not knowing for sure where things were headed.
After a couple minutes of playing with her breasts, Meena let her hands slide down her chest to between her legs. From Murad's view, he couldn't see what she was doing since the mirror didn't go down that low and she wasn't facing him. That was all part of her plan. She wanted to tease him. But she was getting excited and couldn't help herself from letting the middle finger of her right hand slide into her now moist twat. She rubbed her clit and closed her eyes as the bathroom mirror and window began to fog up from the heat of the shower water.
Murad was fully erect now. His dick, about 6-inches long, was throbbing and wanting to burst through his swimming trunks. Instead, he tried to gracefully adjust himself and keep working. As the window got foggier, his view of Meena became and more obscured, until finally he couldn't see anything. He decided then to get back to work.
Meena took a quick shower and reappeared poolside about 10 minutes later, wearing a white cotton bathrobe. She had nothing on underneath.
Even though it was 10 minutes since Murad had seen her little show, he still had an erection. He knew Meena could see it and he didn't care. In fact, he hoped that she was looking at it.
"Murad?" she called out.
"Yes?" he answered from the other side of the pool.
"Could you come here a minute?" she called back.
Murad walked over, standing about two feet away from his employer.
Meena looked right at his crotch where his half-erect penis was bulging inside his trunks. Then she looked him in the eye.
"Do you like working here?" she asked him.
"Yes, I do," Murad said.
"Do you have enough work to stay busy?" she asked him.
"Yes, I do," he said.
"Would you be interested in more tasks if I gave them to you?" she asked playfully. Murad wasn't sure where she was going with this questioning.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked her.
Meena just smiled and sat on the lounge chair.
"Well now, that depends," she said. She pulled her knees up close to her chest. The bathrobe came down to her mid-calf, covering most of her leg and the rest of her body. But as she sat there, she slowly let the robe creep up her legs, which she slowly started to spread apart. Murad couldn't help staring. But before Meena revealed anything, she stopped and stood up.
"I have a lot of lawn to care for," Meena said. "Do you know how to work a mower?"
Murad was caught off guard. He thought she was going in a completely different direction.
"Um, yeah I guess," he said. "I can cut grass."
"OK, well, if Nadir agrees I may boost your salary by 200Rupee a week if you can take
care of my lawn for me," she said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you want," Murad replied. Meena lay back down on the lounge
chair in her robe and crossed her legs at her ankles.
"How's the pool cleaning coming?" she asked.
"Fine," Murad said. "But it sure is hot out. Could I bother you for a drink of water?"
"Sure," she said. "I'll go get it."
As she walked inside the house, Murad's head was swirling. He thought for sure she was going to seduce him right here by the pool, especially after her little show in the bathroom, but then she went the complete opposite direction with her question about cutting the grass.
Meena was inside the house for a few minutes when she called out to Murad.
"Murad? Could you come in here a second?"
Murad walked inside. Meena was standing in the kitchen.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I've got your water here, but I was wondering if you cared for something more than that? I can mix up any kind of drink you like," she said.
"Well, I don't normally like to drink on the job," Murad replied.
"Oh, really?" Meena said. "What else don't you like to do on the job?" As she said that she walked closer to him, letting the robe move freely from side to side, revealing more of her cleavage and thigh with each step.
"Well, to be honest," Murad said, "I don't like to be teased."
"Is that so?" Meena said, now standing just inches away from him. "And who, pray tell, do you think is teasing you?"
As she said that, Meena reached down and gently grabbed Murad's cock from outside his swimming trunks. It was already about half-erect, but the surprise grope from Meena caused it to grow almost immediately to its full langht.
"Well, I would say you were," Murad said, never breaking eye contact or acknowledging her hand on his cock.
"And why's that?" Meena asked in a little girl voice.
"Did I do something to give you a false impression?" Her hand was on his cock the whole time.
"No," Murad said, deciding to play her game but up the ante.
He put each of his hands on the edges of her robe just above her breasts.
"You've been very forthright in what you expect from me."
As he said that, Murad opened the robe and pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing her naked chest and erect nipples. She was clearly excited.
Meena didn't miss a step.
"Yes, I do have high expectations," she said.
She began stroking his cock from outside his swimming trunks as they continued to talk. "If you want to continue working here, you have to keep the boss happy."
"And how can I do that?" Murad asked as he stared at her tits. God, he wanted her so bad right now.
"Well," she said. "You could start by taking off these trunks and showing me what you've got barely hidden in there."
She took her hand off his cock. She could see a small precum stain from the outside of his trunks.
"I'd be happy to do that," he said. "Once you take off your robe."
"You first," Meena said.
Murad took a step back and pulled out the strings of his bathing suit.
They were tied into a knot. It took him a minute to untie the knot, but once he did he happily slid them off. His cock bounded out, finally free and unrestrained.
"That's nice," Meena said, unable to stop herself from paying him a compliment. She loved cock, especially young ones. She kept her end of the bargain as well, untying her robe, letting it fall to the ground.
"Have you ever been with a woman as old as me?" Meena asked him, still staring as his bulging dick.
"No, I haven't," Murad said. He wasn't lying.
"What do you think it would be like to fuck me?" she asked him.
"I'm not sure," Murad said. "I think it would be OK."
"Just OK?" Meena asked incredulously. "Young man, that is an insult."
"Well," Murad replied.
"What do you want me to say? I have no idea what you're like in bed. Just like you have no idea what I am like."
"Oh, but I know your type," Meena said.
"You're good looking, can always get the girls, and because of that you get lazy in bed. You forget how to please a woman."
Murad was offended.
"Is that so?" he said. "What makes you think I can't please a woman?"
Meena laughed.
"Because if you knew how, we wouldn't be having this conversation and you'd be doing it right now."
"Then let's do it," Murad said, approaching Meena.
"No," she said. "I don't think you're ready."
Murad looked at her, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"You're not ready," she said. "You may be ready sometime soon, or you may not. But I don't think you're ready to deal with me yet. But listen, I'm not a complete bitch or psycho, so don't worry. You won't leave here today unhappy."
With that she got down on her knees in front of Murad and before you could reply she grabbed his cock and thrust it into her mouth. She took his whole 6-inches in almost immediately, sucking him with a force he had never felt before.
"Oh God," he said. "God."
He couldn't control himself. He shot his wad, with great force, just 10 seconds after Meena had put his cock into her mouth. She was amazing at giving head.
She swallowed it all down and continued sucking him off until he was all done.
"There," she said.
"I have given you what you wanted today. You came. Tonight, after you have gone, I will lay in my bed with my vibrator and think about your cock in my mouth while I masturbate. I will cum very hard and it will feel good. But the next time you come to clean the pool, it will be you who are making me cum, not my vibrator. Between now and then I want you to think about exactly how you're going to make that happen."
Before Murad could answer Meena got up off the floor, put on her robe and started walking back toward her bedroom.
"Now put on your trunks and go home.” ………….*

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

An unannounced visit!

We had some relaxing days.
It was Friday afternoon and I was still working. I had to work a bit longer. It was about two o’clock and I knew Meena is at this time shopping or at home, she left the home at half past one as every Friday.
I was busy in my office with a patient as my mobile phone rang. I looked at the number it was Meena.
I took it and before let her to say something, I told her: “I call you in some minute darling.” And hang on.
In about fifteen minutes I had time to call her.
Her voice was a bit excited: ‘Nadir, can you come home? I mean now, Murad is here.’
“What? Why? What does he want?”
'He says he cannot come on Sunday.'
'Okay, and when comes he instead of it?'
'In two weeks, can you please come home now?'
'What is the problem, baby. Tell him, that’s okay!'
'Nadir I think he wants more! He is here not just because of that!'
'Meena, my baby, be relaxed and control the situation! I can’t come now. I have much to do, perhaps in one hour, but sure not earlier!'
'Okay. I try, see you…'

I was after one and half hour at home.
She came out while I rode into the garage.
As I got out of the car, she embraced me and kissed me on the lips and we stayed for some minutes in the garden while chugging.
Finally, I whispered: ‘Is somebody there?’
'No, Murad has left already.'
'Is everything okay with you?'
'Yes, he wanted me!'
'And? Was he successful?'
'No, of course not!'
'Okay, can we go in? I want you to tell me everything.'
'Yes, I am cooking for dinner.'

I let her finish her working in the kitchen and as we sat for dinner I asked her:“How long was he here?”
She thought one Moment and replied: ‘About half an hour.’
Then she told me about his short visit. Murad hoped to move and convince her to let him fuck her, but she resisted and promised him to let him in two weeks and emphasized that any way my presence is necessary if there is something going to happen. For me this was a too short narration for his over half an hour stay in our home. But I said nothing.
After dinner, I sat in the living room, to the TV.
Meena was after some short minutes there and sat next to me. Some minutes went on in silence and I pretend to be busy to look at the news. She embraced me in an abrupt movement and kissed me.
Her hair was near to my face and I felt the dampness of them.
I murmured into her ear: ‘Did you shower?’
She replied quietly: ‘Yes. Shortly before you arrived.’
I was astonished and curious. There was some sure sexual action there, between them, otherwise this was no time for her to shower.
She interrupted my thought and murmured: “What should we do, darling?”
“What do you mean Meena? In which relationship?”
Perhaps she heard my irritation from my voice, she parted from me and looked at my face: ”If he comes in two weeks, he expects me to…” And she paused…
“To let him fuck you?”
“Yes, you know this exactly.”
“Ok. If you like, you can let him to do it!”
Meena was now the one who was surprised and perhaps a bit hurt.
How have I gotten to tell this? I asked myself this question at the moment as I saw her injured. It was obvious that is all grew into something that surprised both my wife and me at the same time!
She asked: “Are you serious?”
I replied to her, with a question: “What do you think?”
“Nadir, I’ll do anything you want and you wish, but just promise me one thing.”
“What is it?”
I was curious what is coming now. I turned to her, brushing the hair from her eyes.
“Nadir...Those things we did, I mean I did and said with Murad…” Meena took my hand tight as she looked up at me.
“And about...You know...... I mean, you know...”
“…Was just a game.” I said for her.
“Yesss... Thanks...It feels weird to say that now. But...I didn't mean even what I said, not really. I behaved so, said and did those things just to get you excited. To see the look on your face.”
“You mean this all what happened in last time was just for me? Just to excite me?” I asked provocatively.
“No… No, not just for you, I do not mean that, but if you had said only one word, I stopped it. But for sure, as I repeated often, I am just a human being and a wife with normal feelings…”
“And you are very sexy!”
“Okay, if you think so… I am not having unusually strong sexual desires. I knew how it would affect you, and...my God...You should have seen yourself while he was having…
I mean I know you want me to feel good when all that was happening, and I did, but..It was mostly trying to excite you and spice it up for you…”
“Meena, if it makes you feel better to explain this to me, then you can go on. But you don't need to. I understand. Okay? It's just our game…”
She leaned into me and hugged me tight; ‘It is so good to hear you accept it.
I knew you knew it already, but I like hearing it from your lips.’
She looked up at me with a hazy grin.
I kissed her lips and after I stopped, she continued: “One thing I wanted to say.”
“Sure.” I said.
“Well, if I could just make one demand in all this…”
“No. No demands please tell me what you wish?”
She laughed again... Then paused, staring up at me: “Mm...my one demand would be that, when we do something, that something happening would be only the one time or place, and not an ongoing repeat with anyone. I am not saying I want to do it again or don't want to do it again you give the instructions but…”
“My baby...I understand...just say it.”
She took a deep breath: “Okay? I don't want us to have something open with someone else. With anyone else. Okay? So for example, if Murad comes in two weeks and we are very close to him and we do things together. Well after that. It's over right? That was it. I don’t want him to come and have sex with me anytime he likes. Promise me Nadir…”
“Okay, baby. That's exactly the way it is going to be. I feel the same way as you. I am going to make it as you wish… I know it is a fantasy game and if it is going to continue with somebody, that's not more our fantasy and our game.”
“Really? You really feel that way?”
“Yes, my baby.”
“Ohhh! Thank you!”
She said, hugging me tight: “I am so glad we feel the same, Nadir!”
Meena moaned, squeezing me as tight as she could.
I pulled her tight against me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my chest.
“I love you so much.” She said.
“I love you so much too Meena.”
She looked at my face and smiled.
It was good to speak with her about these subjects. It made me feel good. I tightened my arms around her.
I wanted to see my recordings from this afternoon later, for sure.
I was curious what has happened between Meena and her young lover, previously.
I was excited just thinking about it.
Finally, I took her face in my hands, kissed her cheeks and then her eyes and lips and looked in her eyes and said: ‘And one thing more…’
‘Yeah?’ She said waiting.
“I want you not to wait always for me if there is another person and you want to be close to him, not because of me…”
“I do it because I think you…”
“As I said, don’t do it because of me. If you are in a mood to do something, just do it… You have not to wait for me to be there… I want you to behave naturally and as you will and you feel… I know you do many things just for me but it is more exciting for me if you behave naturally as you feel and as your body demands…”
“Well, good. But of course I'd rather ask if it is okay with you... But as you wish…” She smiled up at me and puckered up for a kiss.
We hugged some more. I said: ‘I am glad we feel the way we do about things, baby. I mean it.’
“Mmmm... Me too.”
She tightened her hold on my waist and pressed a kiss against my chest.
“You know why?” I asked.
“You tell me…”
“Because there is just the two of us… All others, are only the players of our game and I want this to be so, for always…”
She hummed against my chest and let out a heavy sigh. Then she looked up at me with quivering lips and everything, her eyes were tearful.
I smiled, bending down to kiss her forehead. Then we kissed long and hard. When we parted lips, she was still staring up at me, beaming.
After about fifteen minutes she stood up and said she is tired and it is time to go to bed.
I pat her bottom and said I am going to work a little in my study and I meet her later or perhaps in the morning.

Meena left for upstairs and I went some minute later also to my room. I was really excited to look the recordings of today afternoon. Actually I didn’t know if there was some real sex action between them, but however, this was a real turn on for me after a long time to look at my recorded files.
At first it seemed nothing special is going to happen.
Meena was a bit nervous as she opened the door and came out of the house and saw him. Murad came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on her cheeks. Then asked if I am at home. Meena responded not yet but I’ll come soon.
Then while extending her arm and gesturing him into house, she asked him if anything is okay? He responded that he can’t visit us next Sunday but in two weeks and he was in the neighborhood and preferred to come personally and inform us.
Meena led Murad into living room. He was holding her hand and she let him do so.
Before they sat he stood next to couch and looked with a large, handsome smile at her face. Meena was in tight blue jeans and as often a light colored blouse which was loose down. He could imagine for sure her beautiful breasts under it. Her cleavage was clearly to see. Murad had his gaze linger on her tits. He took her right hand and rubbed it to his cheeks and then lips and kissed it.
I thought it was true that he didn't have to care this time about me to surprise them. But what was my Meena thinking and feeling at this moment? This went on for some moments. Still he was kissing her hand, and she was watching him. Then I saw she got close and kissed his lips slightly, and murmured something.
I couldn’t hear that one.
Murad sat down and pulled her to himself. Meena got at the last moment to sit next to him and not on his thighs!
I felt I am going to have a hard on already. Why did I always find these moments so arousing? I didn’t know. I had as always no answer.
Finally, Meena spoke: “I have to call Nadir, do you like a glass of juice?”
Murad let her hand go and responded: “Yes, please.”
Meena went in the kitchen and this was the Moment as she called me.
As she went back, Murad stood up and took his Glass of her hand and put it on the table then came closer and began to caress her hair and said softly: “Can I stay some minutes longer?”
Meena looked at him, smiled and said: “For sure, sit down please.”
And she sat down also.
As I was looking at this scene, I thought he was well mannered, polite, hardworking and honest like every good lad should be. He knew she likes him. And perhaps since her serious talk about herself and me and her love for me, he hated me!
There she was, my Meena and this very young fellow who loved her. Murad proceeded to engage her in that awkward small talk the kind of slightly awkward talk where neither person knew what the next minute would bring. Sometime he was looking direct in her eyes and sometime his knee contacted obviously her thighs.
I was sure that Meena realized his intention all the time, but did nothing to stop him.
He kept chatting away with her for a few minutes until he abruptly fixed his posture and took my beautiful wife in his arms and tried to kiss her lips.
Meena stopped him but just after some moments.
Meanwhile he kissed her lips passionately until Meenna tenderly pushed him away: “Murad, you know my husband is not at home and I don’t think…”
Murad looked at her face and said: “I don’t want to push you Meena but I'm crazy about you, let me just…”
Meena went on: “...But I promise you, I loved it last time with you, you felt it and next time when you come, he is here and I promise you, you can have me as you like, but now I can’t…”
Murad was apparently disappointed but he said only: “Okay, if you promise me, you know I have to have you…”
The next ten minutes was just some chatting about Garden and he said that after his next time visit and work, the Garden needs not more to be cared about up to next spring.
***
After he left Meena came back in the living room, she took his empty glass and went in the kitchen. Then she went out and to upstairs. I thought she is going into the bathroom to shower. I was excited from their short kissing play and I had a slight erection.
I thought I am going to look at her sexy body while showering. But in two minutes after her arrival in the bedroom, she was completely undressed and I was rewarded with the sight of her lithe beauty, standing before the bedroom mirror.
Meena began to examine her firm breasts in the mirror. From this view point of the camera, I could see her front part in the mirror and her backside directly looked at my camera. She waved a hand in front of her face and stared at her softly up thrust breasts in the mirror, cupping one and lifting it, then letting it drop free quivering sensually before becoming still. I moaned with a slightly open mouth, she watched in the mirror as she put both hands on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed; a look of indulgent lewdness came over her face as she dug her nails into her tender, pink, pale flesh. Her nipples swelled from the pressure applied to them.
She was in an ecstasy world. I was sure that Murad’s visit was the cause of the situation and this hot and high sexual lust in her body. I knew that my wife fantasizes like many other women to be fucked by a much younger lover. Although few will admit it, every woman is secretly excited by the idea.
I could only confirm this about my lovely wife since our last games with Murad.
Meena closed her eyes and I felt that she shuddered.
She straightened up, and still watching herself in the mirror, leaned in until her nipples pressed against the cool glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming rapidly, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror.
With the flat of her hands, she felt her rib cage, let her hands wander down over her tautly flat stomach. Her hands were in her pubic area now, one palm cupped her prominent mound and an outstretched finger barely touched the clitoris, the little pink bud that was glistering with her excitement and reacting each time her finger rubbed over it. I was very hard now and had difficulty to restrain myself from taking my erection out and in hand and just stroked it over my trousers. But at the next moment my rod was out of his prison.
Meena stopped touching herself, then she went to the other side of the bedroom, grabbed a stool which stood there, took it over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, and put a foot up on the stool. With her knee bent, she exposed her glistening pussy to my eyes. I sucked in my breath as she slowly and lewdly spread her swollen and damp pussy lips to the mirror and to my hidden camera.
I thought to myself how deeply I wish her to go on. Without volition, her fingers began working at the sensitive bud, which was sending spasms of lewd pleasure rippling through her body.
Meena’s eyes were almost closed as she watched herself in the mirror. She crouched a little and slowly pushed her middle finger into her wetly clasping cunt.
I thought to myself she is now feeling the slipperiness and the hotness of her pussy which milking her own finger.
She began pushing and pulling in and out, her ripe hips slowly and rhythmically beginning to pump in time to her strokes. Meena watched herself in the mirror, seemingly fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion.
I was totally sunk in my watching and dreaming welt.
She was sure also dreaming. She was dreaming of Murad, for sure, and imagining her finger as his fuck pole. Yet, he was there ten minutes before and was so eager and willing to fuck her hot cunt! And her fidelity and abandonment to my love, prevented her from devotion her hot, sexy flesh to this young lad, who her body and soul demanded and desired after him and his cock.
I felt myself hot and feverish from the wild feeling uprising in my own loins.
Her orgasm was building as she increased the tempo of her fingering, pulling it out to the tip of it, then plunging the wetly glistening finger back in again up to the palm.
Her hips were pumping easily, with a lewd fucking motion that I had never noticed in her body before. I was watching her movements as I saw she increased the pace of her
finger fucking into her own hot and excited cunt.
She crouched a little and spread her legs even more. Her free hand was cupping her breast and squeezing the nipple and pinching it tight and thus building up a more intensive and harder explosion in her sexy body. It was obviously she was about to cum. Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now and her shapely breasts were jiggling as she worked her finger in and out faster and faster.
Suddenly, I saw something completely new in her sexual behavior: It looked as if she needed even more. Her free hand left her breasts and flew down, her fingers clamped to her buttock while her nails savagely clawing at one cheek of her ass as she leaned forward and reached for her backdoor. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched it, her finger pressed against the opening of her Anus. A long and coarse moan came out from her throat as she watched herself in the mirror.
I saw her back arch, and knew a wave of electricity was running through her body.
I saw her pelvis convulse against the mirror; saw her legs shake as she sank to her knees on the floor, panting.
The whites of her eyes reflected back at me in the mirror as she orgasmed and I could hear her words: “Yes… Yes, fuck me, fuck me deep…”
I had no alternative. I pistoled my erection up and down hurrying me along to my own orgasm. I came, spewing my load into my palm while watching her jiggling and quivering tits as she continued with fingering her cunt and clawing her asscheeks.
After one minute she stood up and disappeared slowly into the bathroom. I turned the screen off and stood up.
I got into the bedroom. Meena was sleeping peaceful and deep. I went into the bathroom and washed. Then returned to the bedroom and laid down.
I had a new bad feeling. I had the feeling, I am restricting her bodily and sexual needs.
I wanted her to feel free and to do what her body wishes, let her to behave as my beloved wife who behaves naturally but remain mine, loves me and do things just for me, for always and ever… Now she was behaving just so… But there were her body needs, like this afternoon.
She was excited to be next to Murad, this young and attractive man, who wanted to have her and her body demanded to let him to do so, but my presence in her life and her love for me, prevented her… I was sure now, she was, is and will be mine for always, I had to let her “body” to behave free and naturally…
This was perhaps the only way to completely satisfy her more and gain more of her love.
Perhaps was this a way to satisfy me more too….

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Smell it, but not tear it off

Demeter

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Demeter

The Promised Day

Damn, I love Spring and the summer! And now it is going to change… It is going to be colder and colder, but before that, I was waiting for an exciting adventure between my wife and Murad, our young Gardner…
***
These were my thoughts in the last days just before the promised day arrives.
In the last days of these two weeks, I was again alternating between despair and excitement. Even after experiencing our last adventures, my mind was very busy and my body in a permanent voltage! And as the days passed this tension became more and more obvious.
But up until Saturday at eight o’clock, I observed no signs of nervousness by Meena.
She was calm and relaxed as always and she made no mention of any special kind about our planned weekend and we had no chatting about the day of Murad’s visit.
I, anyway was mentally prepared for a memorable day, hopefully very passionate one.
Friday evening while dinner, she was silent, and as I mentioned about Murad’s visit.
She smiled, looked in my eyes and responded: ‘Yes, did you think I have forgotten?’
I laughed and said: ‘For sure not! Such a thing is not to forget.’
“I hope you have not forgotten your promise too!”
“What a promise?”
She became serious: ‘This will be our last meeting with him.’
“Yes, I know I have promised and it remains. But I have a request.”
She looked questioning at my face and waited.
“I want you to behave free. If he tries and you want to let him or at least you are displeased, then do it. Do not wait for me. Tomorrow you will be free. I don’t want to feel guilty…”
Meena laughed loud: ‘You're kidding!’
“No, certainly not!”
“My poor darling, what are you trying to tell me? I love you and this is not just because of you, but there is something in me which prevents to have sex with some other man when you are not there. I feel me cheap, l feel me unfaithful and disloyal... I feel I am cheating on you…”
“But with Mansour you had never this feeling!”
“Why do you try to hurt my feelings Nadir? We had discussed this so often…”
“Excuse me, I do not try to hurt you intentionally. But I feel this does not fit.”
“Why don’t you just say; ‘I want you to behave like a whore for Murad, to be his slut…’ this is what you like me to do Nadir, or not…?”
I didn’t respond to her Question and stood up to go in the living room. She was a little bit irritated and I didn’t want to intensify this.
In the bedroom, just before to sleep, I kissed her and said: ‘Excuse me, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Be yourself and do just what you like to do…’
She looked in my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips and said: ‘No., I’ll do what you like me to do…’
On Saturday after waking up, she was obviouly more bright and cheerful in the morning., normally Meena is not a morning person.
As she came downstairs to make breakfast, I was sitting in the living room after getting the fresh bread from the Bakery.
Before that Meena was upstairs in the bathroom. This took longer than usual and I knew she was preparing herself for the date.
As she appeared in the living-room, I looked at her face and said provocatively: ‘Are you ready?’
She laughed and answered: ‘If you are, then I am ready too, but first I like to have my breakfast…’
“Yes, we have time, your date is not yet there…”
“Oh, you meant Murad, I thought you were speaking about me and you…” She giggled.
“Don’t mess around. You will know what I am talking about.” I said, and continued, “hopefully you didn’t forget what I said about to feel yourself free and to do what you like, or let him do what he likes if you want to. Just don’t consider where I am and what I do or think…”
“Yes, my lord, and I promise you are going to watch another Meena today…” And giggled further.
I looked at her as she worked in the kitchen, singing along with the music from the radio and I thought to myself, Meena is in a very flirty mood today.
She wore a sexy outfit. Just a light summer dress which revealed her beautiful breast and her well-formed legs up to her knees. Even with some fantasy you could see the curvature of her sexy buttocks under the dress. She was just gorgeous, admirable woman…

***

Just shortly after our Breakfast Murad was there.
As the doorbell rang, Meena looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders.
She got up and opened the door, then she hurried out.
I heard her and his voice clearer as they were close to the house.
“Yes, Nadir is at home.”
As they entered into the living room, I walked toward Murad with an outstretched hand: ‘Welcome Murad. Come on in and have a seat.’
His handshake was firm and strong. I thought such a grown young man that was our Gardner and meanwhile the Lover of my wife, is definitely not a junior-higher anymore, as I thought some weeks ago.
He turned and walked over to the living room couch and took a seat while Meena walked towards the kitchen.
“How is your study and how are your family?” I asked.
“Everything okay. I have already got a temporary job in a private company.”
“Really? Wow, this is interesting.”
At this moment Meena came out from the kitchen with a glass of Lemonade for him. Then looked at me and sat down.
I was thinking as if our last sex adventure has been just a dream! Now we all behaved so if three weeks ago, there was nothing special between us.
Murad was a little bit nervous.
He drank his Lemonade in a gulp and stood up: ‘I think it is better for me to begin my work.’
“Okay. We are leaving for shopping, or should I go alone?”
“I prefer to stay home, if you don’t mind.”
Meena answered me while following Murad with her eyes as he went out: ‘I prefer to be alone with my Gardner…’
She continued while smiling and looking meaningfully in my eyes and added softly: “I feel Murad is in need of some encouragement and this will be difficult for me in your presence, even if we had a very open and wild adventures some weeks ago…”
Then she came to me and kissed me passionately on my Lips.
Meena’s behavior was certainly completely different from other such occasions. She felt herself really free as I watched her.
Murad was also a bit surprised at first as he sat there. He looked often at me to study my reactions. I reacted normal, but all the time there was a chill in my soul that just wouldn’t go away.
I left for upstairs, controlled if the recording cameras are on then I went back and kissed Meena and got out. As I was driving out I saw in my back mirror Meena is coming out of the building and Murad, who was in the Guest changing house came out too. He had his work clothing on.
As I rode to Market, I thought again about our last adventurous time.
In the last days I had the feeling that Meena lacked a sense of sexual adventure and her somewhat shy personality has made talking frankly about sex difficult for us.
I have always enjoyed seeing her in a sexually aroused condition, and she has always expressed this. Sometimes, though, I wish she were a little less shy and less considerate about me but a little wilder. And now, previously in the last minutes, I had the feeling, that this is the Meena I wished her to be...

After one hour as I came back, first there was nothing to observe in the garden.
I parked the car and went in. I heard Meena from the kitchen.
“Are you back, darling?”
“Yes, where is Murad?”
“He is in the Garden, still working.”
I was a little disappointed. I took my purchases to the kitchen. She smiled at my face and continued her work.
“What happened..?”
“Nothing special. First, he has to work. He is payed to work as Gardner and not as my lover!” Meena answered and then giggled: ‘But the ice is broken…’
“Oh, really? Okay. If you don’t need me, I go upstairs and come back in half an hour.”
“It is okay. I have to cook. We eat about twelve. He’ll be for sure then very hungry…”
I let the recordings run, as soon as I was in my study: When my car was leaving Murad looked in my direction as soon as I was out of sight, he approached to Meena, who was standing near the door of the main Building.
Then he stood shortly in front of her…
Meena smiled and told him softly: “Hey my friend!”
Murad said nothing, but took first her hand and then her shoulder and pulled her to him and pressed her against his chest and then tried to kiss her. She accepted his lips and they kissed.
I could see that his hands gentling her, smoothing her back, her hips, sides, his thumbs just nudging the side of her breasts.
Meena reached up and wrapped her arms about his neck. He moved his hand downward and put them on her firm rounded cheeks and pulled her to him. I thought to myself that my wife for sure felt at this moment his need for her prodding against her tummy.
Then one of his hands cupped her breast and she let it explore the outside of her, tingling at his touch and then he was pushing the material higher, revealing her firm uplifted breasts with her nipples straining to reach him. There was a searing flash between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her and his other hand lifted the hem of her dress. She tried to pull his hand away as he let it slide up her thigh, over her silken inner skin, but he took both of her hands and held them high above her head, gripped tightly in one of his.
“Don’t move, just stand like this…!” Murad whispered.
I had an enormous erection and I was sweating a little bit, as I watched their game.
“No, no Murad, please don’t, not here, Nadir might come…” She said urgently.
“Meena I am on fire. Don’t you feel me? Will you just do as I tell you. Now stand still and don’t take your arms down. I’m going to let go of your wrists, but please don’t take your arms down. Please?“
“Please don’t, not here. Please Murad, we have time. I promise you, after lunch, I come to you in the guest house… Not now. Please.”
Murad stayed still for a short while, then turned around and went into the garden.
“After lunch, I’ll be yours…”
Murad just nodded and said: ‘Okay. I ‘ll waits.’
I was astonished.
What is going on in her mind?
It was strange. They had time and she stopped him.
The only possible explanation for her behavior came at this moment in my mind: She wants me to be there. At least to be near to her and to happenings.
She cannot overcome this need. Just thinking that I am not there stops her to go on and let it happen.
I was satisfied with this statement. Then I stood up and went downstairs.
Not only the poor Murad had to wait!

But not too long, soon it was the lunch time!
While Lunch we chatted about everything but just not about something that for sure, everyone was busy with it in his mind!
There was a latent nervousness obvious in the dining-room.
Afterwards Murad left to finish his work in the Garden.
Meena was busy in the kitchen and I sat in the living room to enjoy my Coffee.
After some minutes Meena came out and sat down to me.
Then leaned forward, kissed my lips lightly and whispered in my ear: ‘I promised him to visit him in the guest house. Do you go with?’
“But I didn’t promise him!”
“You are so bad. That means you let me go to him?”
“Yes, sure. But only if you like.”
“I see.”
“Anyway, in the meantime, I am going to watch TV.”
Meena went upstairs and as she came down, she hasn’t changed, but she had e fresh makeup.
She said nothing, but got out immediately.
I hurried upstairs to my study and turned the screen on.
I saw Murad sits in the living room of the guest house.
He was waiting as Meena arrived. He looked at her who shot the door and stood there, leaning with back to the door, in some feet distance to him. Murad stood up and approached her.
Today he had an unbelievable self-confidence.
“Yes, my dear Meena, where did we stop? Oh, yes, please…”
Then he took again as before her hands and took them high above her head, gripping tightly in one hand of his: “Stand quite still with your arms up, baby…”
Meena closed her eyes in silent submission.
The grip on her wrists relaxed and he cautiously released her. She stood as he had demanded, her back to the door.
Murad began to lift the hem of her dress, his fingers drifting higher and obviously his fingers were touching the gap between her legs.
I watched as he slipped his finger under the edge of her panties. He grabbed the gusset of her panties and pulled down to give himself more room to feel my wife’s hidden womanhood. His hand was inside her panties, I could imagine he is feeling her cunt, and the wetness running from her. I could focus and enlarge now the picture from the camera.
His middle finger discovered her hole and pushed for entrance. She whimpered as her tight muscle tried to deny him, but his finger probed and circled and finally pushed again, her body yielded and she felt the tip of him inside her.
“Murad please don’t, please stop, it's hurting me. Please be tender.” She whimpered.
“Open wider my dear. Spread for me. Do it, please…” Murad commanded.
I watched as her feet move apart, opening for him as he had demanded. Murad’s hands moved to the waistband and she felt him tugging, felt her white panties begin to slip down and over her hips. Her tiny protection was slipping down her legs, leaving her helplessly exposed to him.
He pulled them down to her knees and said: ‘Now take them off, please…’
Meena stepped out of her Sandals and obediently reached down and slid them over her feet. His fingers had fumbled with the catch at the top of her dress. She felt it loosen and moved above her shoulders and as he released it from her arms, it tumbled down her legs to lie puddled at her feet. His hands grabbed the straps of the white silk bra, released them from her shoulders, opened the front clips of the bra and let it free to fall down on the floor.
My beautiful wife was now totally naked in front of this young lad. She stood before him, one hand covering her pubic hair and the other arm across her nipples shielding the nakedness of her heaving breasts.
Murad laughed: ‘Why do you hide them from me? I know your body baby, have you forgotten?’
“No, I know, but…”
He interrupted her: ‘Put your arms over your head and open your legs…’
Murad ordered her.
Meena delayed shortly and looked at the window.
I thought, she wants to know if I am near.
“No Murad, please, please, no, if he comes…” She whispered: “I don’t want him to see me like this…”
He repeated calmly and dominant: ‘Meena, I said arms over your head and legs spread wide for me. You didn’t forget your Promise, did you? You told me, today you’ll be mine and you’ll do what I will. Do you remember?’
Meena looked at his face and mutely raised her arms and spread her legs.
He was fumbling at the front of his trousers and she heard the sound of his zipper.
She couldn’t help looking down as he opened himself, reached inside and pulled out his beautiful big cock.
He held it in his hand, massaging its length, preparing it for her.

At this moment I palpated my cock and thought to myself my erection is in the same stage as Murad!
All the last minutes, his boldness astonished me. To be quite honest, I was very amazed over his changed Behavior.
He was now a dominant and decisive character. How could it be in a such short time?
I thought. Perhaps he was just acting so because he had the feeling that he needs to play the game so, otherwise she let him don't get what he wants…
Murad looked at her breasts, which proudly lifting as she nervously panted.
Her nipples were hard and pointing. He stepped closer.
I could see and for sure she felt it, the roughness of his cotton shirt pressing against the soft skin of her naked breasts.
His hand cupped a breast, the other holding his cock and nudging the end of it between her open thighs. He bent his knees slightly and rubbed the purple headend of his cock on her clit and she jerked and whimpered at the erotic touch.
I was sure that his cock is now coated with her juices, which was flowing from her slit.
“Good, it is very good…” Murad grunted and continued, ‘now open your cunt with your fingers. I’m going to fuck you Meena. I know you are dying for it.’

My beautiful wife, Meena, was now totally and submissively under his control. This was a Dominance and Submission game, which Murad was playing and he was successful at it. How did he know about her such an Inclination? Did he discover the last time? Was this just an accident? Meena was now willingly playing with.
Murad said: ‘Open wider, Meena. Open for me. I must see it as well as feel it. I must see the treasure…’
She reached down and slipped her hand between her legs. Her finger found her hole and slipped inside. She stretched herself and inserted a second.
“That’s it, baby. That’s a how I like. Are you ready for me now Meena? Do you want my cock in you? Do you want me to fuck you…?”
She moaned.
“Meena you must answer me are you ready for me? Do you want my cock to fuck you?”
Meena’s reply was a moan and closed her eyes: ‘Yes….’
Murad looked at her face and groaned: ‘Keep looking at me all the time. Do not look away and do not close your eyes. Look at me all the time and let your arms rest by your side. Do you understand Meena?’
She nodded.
“Tell me you understand. Tell me what you must do…”
Meena repeated his instructions.
“Good girl. You are doing very well… Now hold my cock with your hand….”
Then he lifted her, to put it against her hole.
As he lowered her gently I saw that his cock penetrates her, possess her and as he began to pump inside she responded and began to grind her clit against his pubic bone.
“Is this good, Meena? Do you like it..?”
“Oh god, oh god yess.. do it to me give it to me.. don’t talk just do me.” Meena begged.
“Did I hear you say you want to be fucked..?”
Murad teased: “Are you ready Meena, are ready to be fucked?”
“Yes, yes… do it, please…”
Meena begged again and by instinct, her hands grabbed his upper arms while she lifted her right leg and her calve came to rest on his hips.
I looked at his manly body and muscles as he stood like a Statue planted on the floor.
I saw Meena quivered as she anxiously awaited what would follow.
His arms flexed as he held her there.
She was motionless as if mesmerized by the brutal strength that he exerted over her at this moment and it enflamed her lust even more.
Slowly, he began to move himself forward in her body.
I could imagine now that his cockhead radiating heat from its tip through her opening and spreading up the walls of her pussy and through her abdomen.
Meena embraced him and allowed herself to melt onto him as he began to push his dick more into her waiting cunt.
Then I watched her as she dropped her eyes for a moment to watch as it forced her tender pussy lips to stretch.
I could hear her breath which came in short gasps as Murad’s hardness began to fill her.
She whimpered as he pulled her more and more to his manhood and as inch by inch he forced the penetration they both so desired.
Again Murad flexed his arms, raising my sexy wife until just the tip of his dick touched and brushed her opening, then lowered her Purposeful.

Meena was at his mercy, I thought to myself as I watched them.
I felt I was going near to explode, but I tried to restrain myself and not to ejaculate before them.
With one final effort, Meena sank onto his prick until her sexy, soft buttocks came to rest on the top of his thighs. He held her there as within her soft, wet pussy accustomed itself to his invading cock.
I thought to myself, he tries to imitate some roughness, but he is ultimately a soft one who goes not too far to cause pain, not such a border crosser like Mansour.
Finally, Murad slid one hand over her buttocks until they rested entirely within the grip of his palm and fingers. His other hand slid up Meena’s back and pulled her to him until her beautiful bosom flattened against his and her head snuggled into the crook of his neck. At this moment Meena lifted her left leg and got it up to his back.
Both her legs locked behind him. The two of them were one as they prepared themselves for the ultimate union game ahead.
Murad’s hands began to move my wife’s body on his in a slow sway as his hips did the same motion.
Meena panted in pleasure, moaning in a submissive manner in his ear, as he takes up his way inside her cunt. Now her passion for his body was not stoppable.
He further pressed her soft mound onto his abdomen and his prick penetrate even deeper into her sensitive depths.
Then he increased the tempo of his movements, which caused her clit to rub against where the base of his manhood united with his lower belly.
I noticed how the pleasure washes over my wife and, as I watched, she joined him in the erotic dance they were playing.
I noticed clearly how Meena allowed him to manipulate her at his will and he brought her finally to the peak of an exploding orgasm which coursed through her body.
As I saw her head fell back, her eyes squeeze tight, she moaned loudly and she locked on to him with all the strength she could create.
At this moment, Murad’s fingers moved up her back, raising her head until his lips could find hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and moved along hers as her body convulsed against him.
As Meena began to come down from her upraise, he remained inside her, then as she was somewhat relaxed slowly he carried her toward the door of the bedroom.
I changed rapidly to a camera in the bedroom.

Still standing, he laid her on her back on the bed and raised her legs until they came to rest on his chest.
I could feel that Meena is still in the final moments of her orgasm. Nonetheless, her young lover spread her legs and began his final attack on her sensitive female organ.
His cock repeatedly moved in and out of her cunt as his hips set a rhythm of thrust and retreat.
Meena’s beautiful head turned from side to side, she was moaning all the time,
as he filled her womanhood. She raised her fingers to her breast, at this moment I could see that her nipples are swollen.
Meena squeezed and twisted them as tightly as she could. Now she opened her eyes and looked lustfully at his face.
This time his look was not one of romance as three weeks before, I could see, and she thought certainly the same. There was the obvious sign of wild passion. He had become a dominant creature whose only effort and target was, at this moment, to take her as forcefully as he could.
I heard her one time more screaming: ‘Fuck me Murad, fuck me harder, please…’
Meena was begging him to give her his cock harder and faster.
His hips worked as if there is a machine in them, his cock plunging in and out of her like a piston, with endless energy and at full speed.
She was now active and threw her hips at him.
The slapping sound of their skin, filled the room.
Murad’s breathing came heavy and hard, it was obvious that he is close to his release, as his cock journeyed roughly toward her body.
At last it was easy for me to see the exact moment as the first discharge of his cum shot forcefully into the depth of her pussy.
He kept his movement and I was sure that the first load was soon replaced by
a next even more potent one. He thrust into her one last time, his cock at the entrance to her womanhood, and her cunt lips tried to milk the last dregs of sperm from him.
His hands clenched her upper arms tightly as his cock began to shrink.
The only sound that remained was their breathing as it began to slow down
and recover from the wild and glowing lovemaking they had just gone through.
Meena closed her eyes...

I thought to myself, she is thinking what should she tell me about the last half an hour.
I had already begun to allow myself to consider the possibilities of what lay ahead for us. And, with a sigh, I was satisfied that my goal had been met, so far.
I had the feeling that finally, my beautiful wife was freed from her mental prison.
She was mine and no one could occupy her heart and no one could rob her love. Other men were just actors and they were playing our game.
Ultimately, I was the person who could decide what happens….

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

Meena wishes all her fans a Happy Diwali and hopes they all have a wonderful time

Demeter

Missing old days

The weeks were passing and because of our very busy time, our days seemed very short.
It was about three weeks after the visit of Murad as one day Meena, while riding home, told me: “I suppose tonight Murad is going to call me.”
She was relaxed and looking ahead at the street.
“What? Really? I thought we settled it, did you change your opinion?” I was a little bit too harsh in my voice, I felt later.
“I had a serious agreement with him and he accepted it.”
“Please, darling. Now don’t make a trouble… He phoned today afternoon and I told him I have no time and he can call me at home.” She tried to calm down.
“And what did he want?”
“I don’t know… I didn’t let him talk on.”
“Why? You could ask him…”
“Nadir, I don’t want to have contact with him, even not to speak with him, when you are not informed… I told him to call me at home because you are not at home.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, sure, otherwise he does not call if he thinks you are there.”
“Ok. But you could ask what he wants.”
“I’ll ask him, but I know what he wants!”
“We‘ll see.”
Indeed, Murad called after the meal, as we were watching a movie on the TV.
I was waiting impatiently.
Meena answered it: “No, Murad I don‘t like to do something secret from my husband.”
She looked at me and nodded, as if she was right as she said she knew what he wants.
“... Yes, but last time he was there and he knew about it.”
“... Sure, I like you too, but as I said recently he is the only man who I love.”
And after a short break: “Thank you for your understanding. I hope you also a good time. Bye.”
Then she sat to me and looked straight at the TV.
“I hate such situations. This is what I feared…”
“But you managed it expertly.” Now, I was trying to calm her down.
“Yes, but it is not pleasant for me, to talk so… I hate to talk so…” Meena was obviously upset, perhaps annoyed at herself and how she responded to his call and to his clear invitation and desire.
“Yes, but the people are different, some think they can get what they want if they insist…”
“You are right. You know, I thought this about Mansi, but he speaks and behaves completely normal, as if there was nothing between us…” She explained.
I was astonished for a moment. "He speaks“.. "he behaves”? What does this mean?
“Did you hear from him?”
“Yes, sure. The last time was the day before yesterday, I think.”
“Okay. With him have you no problem to talk without me being present or informed?”
I was shocked a little.
“No, as long as he behaves and have no special requests…” Meena continued to talk.
I interrupted her: “You mean as long as he didn’t suggest or tries to go to bed with you and you have not a real sex, you are not going to inform me about your conversation or meetings or everything else…”
Meena sensed only now the bitterness in my provocative manner to speak.
She looked at my face and said: “No. As long as he is well behaved and does not want something unusual, I have no problem if he calls. I thought you knew about it…”
“I do not control you, my baby. And besides, I think he had never thought that he expects ‘something uncommon’, not even then...”
“Now, don’t be so offended… He calls normally in the daytime as I am at work, and there are just questions about how I feel, how I am, I mean how we are…”
I turned to her and all of a sudden asked: “Do you miss him? You know what I mean!”
Meena was surprised: “N… No, why do you ask? I admit that it makes me happy if he calls, but this is just…”
I could see that she is somehow flushed in her face.
“Just because he is…” She stated.
“Your beloved uncle…” I added to.
“Nadir, you are so bad. You are jealous, but you have not to be… You know it better. Please stop this discussion, this is crazy.”
I hugged her and kissed her lips softly and said: “Yes, I know, excuse me darling.” And I leaned back again. I had a small erection and didn't want her to notice this!
The thing that we have done the last weeks, even with Murad, were although were exciting for me, but there was no such a peak as like as with Mansour…

I didn’t know why… He was disgusting for me at that time as this all began and those things between him and Meena happened. I hated him for his opinion of me and how he talks about me with her when I am not near. I hated him because he manifestly misused her trust and her fear and after all, because he threated her obviously for his selfish sexual purposes. These were all true, but there was something which made that time unbelievable exciting and sexually interesting for me…
Was that his physical abilities? Was that his genuine domination? Or his stamina? I was not sure what was the cause…
Now I was excited again…
I couldn’t hold back. So I tried one more time: “Just a small question…”
Meena looked in my direction and smiled: “What do you want to know my baby?”
“Okay. Watch out, I ask this and mean it only hypothetical, If he tries to have one time more sex with you and I permit you, what would be your reaction? Think about your answer. Imagine for example that I give you my permission to spend a night with him, just you two…”
“No… No… No… This will be my answer to him…”
“And to me? What will be your answer to me should I ask it that you do that? Your response If I demand you to let your uncle fuck you?” I was very excited. Meena noticed this in my voice, then her gaze dropped to my trousers. I had a visible erection down there!
She leaned closer to me and while looking still down, put the palm of her hand on my erection and pressed it a little bit, then looked up into my eyes, kissed my lips lightly and whispered: “I think I am going to respond this upstairs…”
Then took my hand and stood up…
At this moment there came a call from my clinic.
An assistant wanted to report about a newly operated patient, who had complications.
I was requested to drive and check the situation.
Meanwhile Meena stood by me and waited, looking at me.
After I stopped the call, I pulled her to me kissed her and said: “That was my assistant.”
“And you have to leave and look after… I see…”
When I came back in two hours, the house was fairly quiet. I knew she was sleeping…

* * *

As the Saturday came and I left for the bakery in the morning, I felt and saw that a cold day had attacked our city.
We had even a heavy snow in our garden.
After breakfast before we left for the store, we were planning our shopping for the weekend.
When Meena came back from changing her clothes, I saw she was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings which were tucked into black leather boots. This made her shapely legs look even longer.
I looked at her as she went into the walk in closet again.
I was watching her legs from behind and at this moment there came a picture in my mind, a picture of her legs wrapped around the back of her uncle’s thighs.
We hadn't chatted about the theme after that night which the call from hospital
stopped us. I didn’t want to mention it later, because there was no opportunity and no right time for a new discussion about the subject.
She came out from the closet after a short time, she was wearing a black leather jacket which completed her sexy outfit.
Her deep brown hair flowed as she turned to me: “I thought meanwhile you move your car from the garage!” And smiled.
“I am paralyzed!”
“What do you mean?”
“Your beauty paralyzes me, you know it for years…”
My wife couldn't help but smile further at my look of admiration, she received.
As I rode and all time while shopping I was busy with my thoughts.
Our conversation from two days before, and her sexy outfit today, were just triggers for my newly inflamed pervert sexual fire, to boot it we hadn't sex for about ten days.
My thoughts went round in circles.
Actually, I was not upset that Meena spoke to Murad, but I thought after all, she was who insisted to stop with that young fellow and as I heard she had spoken with him, I was a bit surprised but not jealous indeed.
With Mansour it was not the same. To be informed that Meena and her uncle had talked on the phone not only one time, but perhaps even regularly and I was not informed about it, was upsetting for me.
I was really surprised to hear about their contact.
I couldn't imagine up to that day, that they have talked. Even if I found it somehow strange not to have heard from him.
But now after hearing this, it was astonishing that he takes his limits.
This was not Mansour as I knew him. But I was sure that Meena tells the truth.
He wanted not to risk the last connection, but he was waiting for sure, this was my only acceptable thought.
He was waiting for a suitable time.
And I was nearly to the decision to give him the opportunity.
Yes, I was simply jealous again, but there was another feeling, a very stronger one in me, a strong perverted feeling.
I wanted them to fuck and I wanted to watch as they do it.
But at the same time I had the need to control the situation. No movement in their relationship should be hidden from me, there should be no secrets, and if something was going to happen, I had to be, who decided, what, how long and when, happens. Was that possible? Could I be sure and have complete trust to my beloved wife? How far, then he would go and especial she would permit him to go?

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

This old feeling

As we got home, after changing to a shorts and shirt, Meena was busy in the kitchen, and I sat to the TV and my thoughts went on.
There came some forgotten things in my mind.
I thought about the situation, that sometime those days, I couldn't watch their lovemaking, anymore. Especially after I had cum.
At those moments, all my concerns came to the forefront of my mind, and I felt sick watching my Meena so enthusiastically fucking another man especially when I imagined, this man is her own uncle.
I couldn't get out of my mind the picture of Mansour fucking my wife. But what really stuck in my mind every time as I thought about their relationship, was how Meena responded to him.
Not just his big cock, but the way Mansour's muscular body and his type dominant lovemaking had so aroused her, I estimated.
Those days, Meena seemed practically mesmerized by his manhood.
The way she traced her fingers across his hard upper arm and back muscles and how she delighted in the way his muscles rippled and bulged as he fucked her.
I never realized a wife and especially my wife, Meena, could be so into sex.
And for me, despite my concerns and my jealousy, as I was thinking about this all, the images of Mansour fucking my wife had gotten me every time.
Often in the last weeks, I even began to masturbate, replaying in my mind what I had seen and heard a few weeks ago. I was jealous and angry, but instead of making me to pause, these thoughts and the Images, pushed me over the edge, and I came very soon.
After lunch, we sat longer in the dining room. Music was playing and I was sipping my coffee. Meena was speaking about her short visit to her family in the next weeks, she had planned it for some weeks, she was worried about his mother and siblings. His younger brother was newly married in the US. Her mother and younger sister who was single, lived together and Meena had not visited them for a long time.
She stood up to go into the kitchen, I thought this was perhaps the right moment, then I asked snappy: “Did you call your uncle?” And laughed.
My beautiful wife paused and I felt the stare from her as I said this.
“No, I didn’t… But If you wish, you can…”
“Before I express my wishes tell me honestly just if your uncle was completely brave…”
Meena looked at my face all the time. Then she came slowly closer and sat on my lap.
“Yes, as I told you, he was and still is.”
I asked again. “He really didn’t try to convince you; he didn’t make any move…”
“I would tell you…” Meena interrupted me.
I didn’t give up: “Would you? Promise?”
Meena looked at me offended: “You don’t believe me?”
“I am just surprised.” I said, reaching over and stroking her inner thigh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... This is not his type, he's leaving you alone and… all to me. I expected him to try more and more…” I smiled.
“That's not so bad, is it? I mean to leave me alone and all to you? You don’t prefer him to try again, do you?” She asked seductively.
I just kept stroking her thigh, and winked at her.
After a moment, Meena leaned over: “Tell me baby…”
She said, scooting up close to my ear: “Want me to call him?”
She whispered: “I will tell him I am now ready for him again and you do not mind… I can tell him, I am going to cut my hair short and shave me in a special part of my body just for him… Do you want me to call him?”
Meena nibbled my ear lobe and my already erected cock twitched.
“I will tell him that I am all ready to bend over for him... Is this okay? Are you really serious about what you have said already some days ago? You want this? You want me to be fucked by my uncle baby? Do you really?”
She sat back, staring at me. I looked at her and she winked at me and couldn't help but laugh a little.
I reached down between her thighs and she squeezed them together, clamping my hand down between them.
Once she relaxed I slid two fingers under the front of her shorts. I just kept lightly tugging on her waistband until she laughed.
Then I laughed too: “Would you really do this if I say yes?” I inquired with a big smile on my face and reaching around her.
Meena looked at me and let me pull her to me for a long lustful kiss.
As we separated, she dropped her face down and asked lightly: “Do you think he would like to fuck me again? Perhaps he has a new girlfriend...” Meena teased.
I responded: “I will bet he would run if you call him and tell him that you want it… I can swear…” I said, I felt my heartbeat all time, so excited was I. And I know he would never in his right mind turn down a sex session with you. If he realizes that you agree to let him be your lover again, I know he would do it in a heartbeat.”
This brought a laugh from Meena: “Thanks for that rousing vote of confidence. You're really into this idea, aren’t you?” She laughed further.
“You can call him now, Meena.” I insisted seriously.
Meena hesitated one moment, then said: “No… No, I am too excited now, I don’t know how to speak with him about… you know… I call him later… I mean in the evening…”
Then she abruptly stood up and whispered: “Some days ago you had asked me a question, my darling. And I said I answer to it just upstairs. Now I am going to respond to it, but not upstairs. I am leaving for guest house. I want to meet you in ten minutes there. You caught me. You awoke some unbelievable strong feelings and desires in my body, I feel me so sexy, excuse me for what I am going to say, but I had sometimes in the last time fantasized pretending I'm with him, because just thinking about the sex with him made me horny. I shouldn't tell you this, but it makes me so hot thinking about Mansi. Now that I know you have no objection, I must admit it, I need him, I need Mansi at this moment. I want him to take me to his bed, to conquer me, you know I can’t lie to you. Yes, I want him, I want him now to be here and to fuck me. God, I am so horny. I can’t wait, please take me, I can’t wait longer, I need him and you have to play Mansi, to be my uncle, just for today…”
Then she got in a hurry, first into the walk in closet and after two minutes reappeared and without looking at my direction left for the door.
I was still sitting there open mouthed, I was paralyzed, I felt I can't move yet, but very excited and yes, for sure, I had an immense erection in my trousers…

* * *

I had ten minutes time left… As always thoughts came and went, I was heated, I was in an extremely agitated condition.
This is going to be a Role play, I thought to myself. But not a normal one, at the same time came in my mind.
Our sex life was one I would describe as super in the last times. Often with a lot of fantasy thrown in along the way for good measure. We had one time tried to play this game, a role play with me as Mansour and it was weeks ago, the time when I pretended still not to know about their relationship. That was a bad experience for both of us, Meena interrupted it and that ended up in a not pleasant way...
And now we were going to repeat it? After that incident and crash in our emotions?
No, it can't be, it may not turn out well. This is a dangerous game, me as Mansour...
Ten minutes, these damned ten minutes…
I knew Mansour had taught her the true pleasure of sex.
Now, today after her confession about her lust for him and that she even dreams of him, I thought to myself, Meena is going to surrender to all his demands, soon she would present all that she possesses, all of her self, body and soul, to please her uncle, this time totally and without barrier.
I was who permit her and him this. But could I control the tsunami if I let it start and roll on? Wouldn’t I be the loser at the end of the story?
Mansour had brought her to secret corners of the ecstasy she had never previously known or thought could exist.
Her sobbing fulfillment while their body uniting, her crying and wailing, throbbing and pulsing, all this showed me, not only one time, but often, how dangerous it is for me and our partnership and love, and she knew it, but I closed my mental eyes and ears to see and hear what she means and wants to express, and now, I was going to let it happen…
She had multiple times repeatedly asked if I really let him? Even more: even if I want him to have her? And to respond this, I didn’t reply only that I tolerate it, but I would like it and I am going to enjoy it.
Meena was not somebody to fool. After her complete certainty and foolproof, after she found herself, her partnership and her marriage in a sure zone, she was suddenly agreed and confessed honestly all her willingness to give herself
to him…

Now she knows that this is my choice and not hers, then there will be no problem in the future, she can enjoy giving herself without limitation, reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need… I thought to myself...
Now it was about ten minutes passed, I stood up and after some seconds I was in the guest house. Meena was not to see.
I stood disheartened two feet in the living room of the guest house. Near to the door, trying to gather my nerve to move on.
At the moment as I thought she must be in the bedroom, I heard her sexy voice: “Come to me Mansi… come to your princess…”
I began to take my clothes off, there in the living room... pulling my polo shirt over my head, sliding out of my levis.. Then proceeded to slide my pants down, dropping them to my feet and step out of them.
I was now completely naked and ready. I looked down, I had a big erection, for my an enormous one.
If she wants me to be her uncle, then here I am.
Ready and hard. My knees were a little bit week of excitement, but I wanted to be the strong one. The one who dominates and who decides in which direction it goes… I had no other choice.
I heard one more time: “Uncle, I can no more wait, please, come to me…”
Her voice sounded like if she really needed it badly and couldn’t wait more!
Oh God, I thought to myself: Today Meena does not want to be made love to. She just wants to be fucked! And that by her uncle!
Apparently I had waited too long. I suppose she thought something is wrong, because I heard and then saw her at the door of the bedroom.
There stood my angel. Her uncle's princess for today, in all her beauty.
Not completely in nude, but just in her black bra and black panties and… The necklace!
Mansour’s Gift to her niece, from her teen years.
My heart was going too fast from watching her beauty and from my extremely heated body.
She looked at my erection one moment then smiled and whispered: “Finally…”
And turned around to show her magnificent back to me and get into the room.
At this point I made two steps and was by her back.
Meena stopped as my hands came up from behind and I embraced her soft back into mine, to cup her breasts, fondling and squeezing them delightfully.
My teeth nibble on the soft skin of her neck.
Meena leaned back into my strength.
She moaned in heat as my eager fingers started to touch her body.
This time I knew that just imagining her uncle is doing this, makes her feel so weak and helpless as I stroked each exposed surface of bare soft skin with my hands.
“Oh, yes, lick me...Ahhh...” She breathed as I licked greedily along her soft neck; she threw her head to one side baring her neck to my tongue and teeth.
I seemed so at this point, if I had put my teeth in her sweet flesh, her only response would have been to sigh her devoted approval.
Then my hands slipped underneath the loose brassiere to grasp the mounds of her full breasts, strongly and firmly.
I could feel that her nipples strain against the palms of my hands as I toyed and played with her tits. This left her breathless for a moment.
I noticed that Meena looks down at my hands on the softness and whiteness of her firm orbs, then came a sigh: “Ohhhh, Mansi,… That was a long time… Please….”
It was so supremely wicked to allow my wife, my Meena call me Mansour and pretend me to be his old, fat uncle who was going to have his way with her!
She yelped with surprise and discomfort as I pulled on her nipples and I felt as a shiver went through her and she sighed again: “Oh, uncle, please not so hard…”
Then my hands got down and pushed her thong over her round hips and it slithered down, to the floor. Now Meena turned in my arms and reached for my lips to kiss me, shivering again as my hand slid over and clasped her now naked bottom.
Her mouth hungrily sought mine and her tongue got into my mouth to caress my tongue and make me further hard.
I thought to myself, now she could feel the hardness of my cock pressing into her soft mound.
Then she looked down and watched my throbbing cock, gripped it in her hand and whispered: “I love it, Mansi… I missed it so…”
I grinned as I felt the sexual lust driving higher the excitement of Meena in front of me, for her his old uncle at this moment.
I squeezed and caressed alternately the delightful warm round cheeks of her bottom, causing to higher her lust. In my sexual experiences and memories over the past years, there was little to compare with this eager heat of my wife who was now in her imagination, rediscovering sex with Mansour.
I loved my Meena’s shyness always, since she looked for the first time in my eyes as a young girl, actually a child, but now, the sheer heat and almost cheeky desire of her for this man, her old, ugly uncle, was something that was truly just a unique lace out of the description. As her soft hand grasped and squeezed my hard cock, I pulled Meena to me, almost lifted her before throwing her back onto the bed.
My beautiful wife hit the bed, and she sprawled naked in front of me, her uncle.
She looked up at me and I knew she saw the hungry lust exposed so clearly on my face as I swallowed up her luscious curves with my eyes.
I couldn’t and didn’t want to waste the time. I climbed onto the bed, my hard cock came into contact with her body.
I groaned: “Are you ready my princess? Are you ready for your Mansi?”
Then I rose above Meena, and her lovely thighs flopped apart in horny abandon and sheer desire.
Then she murmured: “Love me uncle, make me yours…”
As I dropped down on top of her, Meena's legs opened wide and she got her back up to find my cock.
In one smooth, easy motion my cock found Meena’s pussy and slipped through her tight and wet cuntal opening.
I thrust and she gasped in delight as my hot and hard prick sank deeply into her womanhood.
Her hands grasped me tightly, and she sighed with satisfaction as her cunt was filled full of the cock of the man she always, since her childhood loved, but at this moment it was just the hard and long prick of her ugly uncle who was fucking her and making her sigh and whimper…
As I guided and pushed my throbbing cock with a targeted thrust into her aching pussy, I felt how wet she was.
There was no resistance and I sank to the hilt in one long deep thrust.
Meena was now whimpering and trembling.
I was still above her as if I'm trying to extend this moment to eternity. It was so exciting for me, to fuck her while pretending I am her uncle.
She looked at my face and sighed: “Tell me uncle, tell me what you want to do with me…?!”
“I am going to fuck you my princess, your uncle is going to fuck you silly…” I groaned.
“Meena closed her eyes and whispered: “Fuck me Mansi, fuck your princess, I missed this so long… Do it to me…”
Then we began moving together.
Taking it slowly and quietly at first, I leaned forward and lock my fingers into hers on the sides of her body, then kissed her lips quickly and finally buried my face in her dark, good smelling hair,whispering like crazy: “I am going to possess you my princess, you’ll be mine, just mine, my whore forever… do you understand?”
Then I started slamming into Meena hard and as deep as I could go inside her.
I wasn’t sure if it doesn’t hurt, normally it should do as hell…
But she repeated: “Fuck me uncle, fuck me forever… I am your whore… My pussy belongs to you…”
I was behaving like crazy and Meena was tolerating my pure brutality as she repeated and repeated: “Yes… Yes, do me, make me yours, uncle…”
I was a bit ashamed even at the moment as it was happening, but yet it felt very much like heaven… That was insanely hot, the friction of my frenzy and fury against Meena’s submissive devotion and humility…
I felt at this moment she is digging her nails into the flesh of my shoulders while moaning loudly, her eyes wild with pain and pleasure. I arched my back and pulled out back my prick, almost completely, but at the same time I felt how
her wet cunt hugging my cock head tightly.
“No… No uncle, stay with me, fuck me hard… I need your cock…” She moaned.
I sank back into her pussy with the same force as before and then quickening my pace.
We both were breathing deeply. I was sure Meena’s fingernails had made permanent drawings on my lower back, if not actual blood.
This was urging me to fuck her harder and harder.
“Please Uncle… fuck me deeper…” She was almost weeping now while her hips pushed upward to meet mine, to fuck me back with the same forceful violence as my own mind blowing collision above her was occurring.
“Oh my god… You… Mansi… I can't fucking help it… I'm going to cum…” She screamed suddenly and closed her eyes.
Then opened them at once to look deep into mine, and began to tremble.
She was cumming, and she was cumming hard.
The intensity of her orgasm made her womanhood tighten around my cock almost uncomfortably. Her cuntal muscles were contracting hard all around my pole over and over and milking its length.
I groaned: “Oh… Ahhh… Meena…”
At that very second I felt the rush of semen to my prick.
I was sure Meena could feel how it began to throb wildly, deep in her cunt. And I was also sure that I am ravishing my beautiful wife completely as her uncle.
This was what she wanted and wished at this moment.
Her eyes widened and she screamed: “Yes… Yes, uncle, fuck me deep… cum deep inside me… I need it…”
Hearing this from her, my head dropped to her shoulder and I began to cum with her still trembling body from her extended orgasm.
I came so hard and hot against the heat of her cunt.
Only then I noticed Meena is gently biting and nibbling on my shoulder, while her nails digging into my back.
Then I started lapping softly at her neck like a tired but satisfied animal.
It was so much cum that it only took seconds before its overflowing onto her thighs and drenching the sheets between them.
The glistening inner petals of her cunt and the puffy lips of her pussy finally let my still throbbing dick free. The blissful and delicious taste and the heavenly scent of her skin on my tongue and in my nose, combined with the slippery feel of her tender outer female organ, made me high and to wish these seconds to be an eternity…
Now she was sucking, nibbling and blowing and lashing with her tongue on my shoulder too. She maneuvered her lower body a little, moaning one more time.
And my still somehow half erected prick, slipped once again into her womanhood.
“I neeeeed you inside me, uncle… Forever…” Meena whimpered writhing.
It was like if she has a sharp and lasting ache deep in her belly, and now my dick, the skillful male organ of her uncle Mansi at this moment, heal it and gives her a consolation and comfort.
She closed her beautiful eyes and I tried to stay hard and go as deep as possible into the inside of her being.
As if she can read my mind, she opened her thighs more and more, giving me way.
And, at once, not more than some seconds after I started to move myself in her pussy, she began to dig her nails again on my back and I noticed, her climax started newly to spark and inflame. Suddenly She came to a peak, hard and wet and without restraint…
And I felt her squirting this time, I felt the eruption of the dampness between us and all over my lower belly and upper thighs as she clamped on my body and her whole body contracted and then trembled in wave after wave…
“I love you… I love you forever…” She screamed weeping again and again.
I kept silent some short seconds then murmured into her ear: “I love you too, my princess… I love you too…”
As I lifted my head and looked in her eyes, she looked back deep in mine, so beautiful and innocent like an angel, and while smiling whispered…
“I know my uncle… I knew it always Mansi…”
I was lying there and trying to gather my nerves, to control my highly annoyed side and my extremely hurt feelings.
At the same time, I was also almost overwhelmed with sadness.
She, my girl, my Meena had confessed her love for another man, her uncle. Just and of all today, three hours ago as I watched her in her outfit before leaving for store, I was so happy and lucky to have her, and I thought she was more beautiful today than she has ever been in all the time that I have known and loved her.
She fascinated me as a young teen girl and still got it to do so, even better and more than before. Her beautiful hair her gorgeous face with the figure to die for it the wonderfully shaped ass that she teases me with all the time all were an oasis of happiness for me over the years.
Especially much more in the last time as I felt other guys, even very young ones are interested in her.
And now I was lying there, broken and lost.
My wife, my Meena had admitted that she loves that ugly, fat and older man, who misused her and almost bangd her many times.
I was beyond control, and I felt like weeping and crying…

I slid slowly to the floor and sat with my back leaned to the bed.
We stayed shortly as we were. She lying there on the bed with closed eyes, and me sitting by, on the floor with my head on my chest and my tears starting to flow.
Yes, I admitted to myself, I wanted this role play sex game between us to happen, but according to my feelings, it had turned out not like I had wished.
Okay, my feeling told me she got to have a bit of fun and this I owe her. But there were limits and she had overcome the line and was beyond it.
Actually, she told Mansour directly in my presence, that she loves him…
I was a practical sort of guy. I prided myself on my analytical and planning abilities.
If there was a problem, at home or at my job, even while a serious condition with a patient on Operation table, then I was the man to go to for the answer, and you could swear that it would be the most logical and well thought out answer to the problem.
Now, after our hot sex session, I found myself sitting on the floor at the foot of that bed, In our guesthouse, almost crying and watching how my lucky life of over fifteen years get lost and my marriage after ten years dwindles away, and I had no answer...
I felt at this same time deeply my love for her and then the sadness again crept into my heart. I turned my head and deliberately let with tearful eyes, my gaze rove over her angelic face and her well-formed body.
'Is this the last time I will get to enjoy looking at her beauty? I still love her with all my heart, body and soul! Did I do it wrong from the beginning? Why couldn't I see this coming in time to do something about it? Am I right? Do I really know her?..' I thought to myself.
These questions appeared in and rolled away from my mind and then back again as if they were ripples across the water in a pond....
I knew that the first evening as we came home and we received that damn phone call from her lost uncle, perhaps was going to play the most important crossroad and point of change of our relation, our partnership and our life.
Just how we had reached this point in our life?
Taking the right step and decide to turn the things how it was happening, my intervention on that night when all this began, would be a safe decision and the rescue for our sweet and lucky life.
Yes, I owed this to both of us and our life, she was a confused and frightened girl in those days and I let her alone, and to go lost due to my egoistic and perverse inclination.
I was who missed the opportunity and the person now is losing definitively everything…

There is no need for a new conversation between me and my wife.
I had spent countless hours trying to discover the truth and now it was there, everything is clear. I had discovered so many things in the last few minutes, her behavior showed so many of the signs that were clear indications of how she feels and what she wishes.
Again, I sadly listed them carefully in my mind to ensure that maybe I had missed something or even misunderstood what I had concluded.
Up this moment, I was not sure exactly when her love for him started. Today she had confessed that she loved him much earlier.
I knew, she had loved him as her uncle but to be in love with him as a man and have sexual feeling about him? But she had not earlier shown any sign which indicates this.
She had never been distant and distracted with me, to be suspicious that she loves another one. She was always attentive to my every word and need.
With a mental sigh, I thought, she seemed always to crave making love to me at every opportunity she felt I would like. She was even in the last few weeks, the ideal wife and best companion that every man could imagine.
It is maddening, I thought to myself.
I was sure before all this had begun she was not in love with him.
What happened now?
Almost over the past few minutes she has seemed to be changed!
Could it be real?
I couldn't figure out how someone can change so rapidly in her mind and feelings and again I had no clue as to what she is up to now?
But in each case, it is obvious to me that I cannot continue this relation, not now that I knew everything, even if I loved her for all these years and still love her…
My wonderful, caring and loving Meena is gone and I can never find her again…
“Baby…?”
I heard and stood up in a hurry, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and hugged her. I didn’t want her to see my tears.
“I love you baby… That was so wonderful…” She whispered.
I was astonished.
How can it be? How she dares? Now, after she confessed her infidelity, at least in her word and her emotions? I had given her permission to touch, my hidden desires once more and I was the one who finally lost. This is the end, I thought to myself.
But when she took my face in her hand and then put her arms around my shoulders to embrace me, I let her to do that and then first hide my face in her hair then slowly started to weep.
Meena took me by my shoulders and pushed me a little back to look at my face.
“What is the matter Nadir? Why are you crying, baby? Please, no… Why?” And then she embraced me again, but harder and kissed my eyes, my cheeks and then my lips.
“Don’t… Please don’t baby… Why? Why?... Honey, please, you are my baby.
You know that I love and adore you. I have always loved you and I always will. Honey, I just want to tell you how much I love you. Why are you... crying?”
I was confused, I didn’t quite know what I feel about and how I should react to what happened just some seconds before and about her behavior and what she already confessed and her speech now.
Meena looked at my face with a curious look on her face, I looked back deep in her eyes and tried to speak strongly, clearly and without emotions: “Do you remember what you said while you were cumming? Your last words?”
Meena pondered one moment and then: “Yes baby, I said I love you I really do.”
“But you told it to Mansour… to your uncle…“
The shock of my words left her with her mouth hanging open and gasping for air.
Immediately after that, she began to laugh loudly: “And you think…. Hahaha… And because of that, are you crying? Ohhhhhhh, you are really my baby… My sweet baby…”
And then she continued: “I got scared, I thought something terrible is bothering you so much. I was afraid there something is wrong with you or you want to tell me something bad about our relationship and life…”
I was still confused, but I was somewhat comforted. Perhaps I take this all too dramatically, I thought to myself.
As Meena slowly stopped to laugh, her facial expression changed to much serious.
The tone of her voice had a sign of irritation: “Why would you even think something like that? How could you even possibly think anything like that, much less say it? I am really hurt!”
Looking me in my face carefully, she murmured in a somehow sad voice: “I wonder of you really love me as much as I love you?”
I saw the tears in her eyes as she looked directly in my eyes and continued firmly: “This is your game Nadir, we play your game just as you like…”
This look on Meena’s face would have been unhappy or even disappointed and frustrated in most any other circumstances.
Then she took my hands in hers, kissed them and told me: “Come here… let me feel your body next to mine…”
Meena lay back again. And I lay next to her with my head on her chest, she started to caress my hair, while I started to stroke her breast.
Then she whispered: “Did you notice my baby? Do you understand how dangerous this game can be? For my part: I am not going to do anything to endanger my love and our relationship, you can harm my body if I do something you don’t want me to do or I do not something you want me to do. You can hate me or you can beat me, you can do what you want, I am not going to blame you, but before you do anything: I am not going to endanger my love and my partnership with you. Nothing can be more painful than to lose myself once again…”
Her voice ton was now firm and serious again: “I love you Nadir… I just had always to keep trying for my love. I just love you so much and I want you to love me the same way! How could you think that I can love somebody else? I am so disappointed…”
At this moment she took my left hand from her breast to her mouth and kissed it many times softly and then put my hand on her soft tit again.
“And your uncle…?”
“I love him as my uncle not as my man, I had never such feelings for him…”
“And he? What is about his feelings?”
“He loves his princess…” Meena whispered innocently.
“You mean he loves you as the woman of his life and his princess…”
“No, he loves his princess as his woman, but I am just Meena, your Meena, Meena belongs to you and you love Meena don’t you?”
“Okay, do you answer my question now Meena, just to play our game…”
Meena murmured slowly but firmly: “I will do what you want Nadir, but not this one… I don’t permit anything or anyone to bring my Love my marriage and my luck in danger, this is normal and healthy for a creature, to protect himself and his life, isn’t it? My love is mine and even you are not allowed to harm it, I do not allow you… I am not going to repeat that bitter time, in which I was broken and I am not going let someone, not even you to risk this…”
“It seems you are not sure about your feelings?” I said provocatively.
Meena responded calmly: “I am sure about my feelings, but not about yours and not about his… I don’t like to discuss this subject. This is and will be my only and last demand about this theme. Never ever with Mansi. Otherwise you have my word, I’ll do everything for you as I said, I am going to do what you wish, as always. I have done this always or not?”
“Yes, you are right…” I murmured, while looking from the window.

It was snowing outside, a beautiful view there, out of window, and just before my eyes, a naked beauty, the most wonderful woman in the world, my mind was calm and my heart warm….

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

Bad News

After some days Meena began to pack up for her journey to her family.
Despite our conversations at the last time and the security she gave me in recent days about her faith and love, I was a little bit nervous.
Finally, this was our first time to be separated over two days.
The Saturday in two weeks, after our last discussion about Mansour and the exciting role play game, was her departure day.
The weather was nothing but dry and sunny.
On the way to the Airport, I asked: "Are you alone with your mother and your sister…?"

"You know already my brother flies tomorrow from Los angles…"

"Yes, I knew it…"

"And Mansi come tomorrow too…?" She added calmly while looking straight at the street.

I had a heart palpitation now.
"What? Why did you not mention it before…?" I said almost shocked.

She continued: "He called me yesterday and said he has planned to come at the last moment, because he misses us, especially me and wishes to spend some days with us…"

"But, is there any place for all in the house of your mother?" I tried to hide my anger.

Meena: "Not much, but we find a way, by the way, Mahan and Nouri travel to coast for three days, also no big problem…"

After hearing this I was devastated. Her brother and sister are leaving and there will be only Meena, her mother and Mansour in the house for some days.
At that moment, I felt her gaze on my face. As I turned to look over at her face, she was staring at me with a grin in her face.

Meena couldn't help but laugh loud and then she said: "I love it… I love this expression on your face…You should see yourself…"
She grinned, shaking her head.

She leaned over again to give a kiss on my cheek: "I love you Nadir…"
She whispered, and added: "I wanted just tease you, it is not true, I haven’t heard from him about a journey and it is not planned anything like this. We all are leaving in three days for holidays at the sea."
And laughed.
After half an hour, as we kissed and separated for some days, my lovely wife told me: "I love you Nadir, you know this and I am not going to do anything without your knowledge."

Nadir: ‘Yes, I know."

When I was riding home, I had some thoughts again, She didn’t say I don’t do anything this type but she said: "I am not going to do anything without your knowledge.”

That can also mean, perhaps she does something and then after some time tells me about it, then when I know about it, it is with my knowledge, she didn’t emphasize without my permission…
Meena’s attitude certainly has changed since the beginning of this adventure.
We both were always very conservative in these issues… Now she was behaving and talking more and more playfully and high-spirited, even ongoing cocky and naughty.
But the main change was her trying to tease me onward and more and more.
She had noticed that I am very sensitive about her contacts and I am very jealous when I don’t know about them.
Then she was going to have a good time provocative. That was enjoying herself,
I suppose. She knew my fetish now: to enjoy and to suffer.
The problem was at the time of that, I didn’t know if this is real what she says or she pretends just so and she is only teasing me. For example, while our Roleplay game, as she told Mansour that she loves him, she did not say this in combination with his name and then after my reaction, she told me that she meant me and not him at the time as her climax entered...

* * *

The next five days were silent and I must admit, I was at least three times watching my recordings of beginning of this adventure and had some very intense orgasms, as I watched the first scenes from Meena and Mansour’s sex sessions.
We had phone contact every day and chatted about her daily activities and mine. There was nothing special. I missed Meena very much and she also admitted that she won’t leave home and me for so a so long time at the future.
Two days before Meena come back, she called late at the night and told me that Mansour nevertheless had visited them and was there for some hours, in attendance of his son. They stayed just for dinner and then left.
She told about his son who is very nice with good manners and she is very happy to see them…

* * *

Meena arrived on Tuesday and we both were very happy and excited to see each other.
We decided to visit the Italian restaurant for dinner. While meal I was silent and she spoke about the last days and how she missed me.
We went back and before to go to sleep we had a very intensive sex…

At breakfast, we were silent. She was reading her post. I was very relaxed after our exciting sex last night. I looked at my beautiful wife, things are now perfect for us as a couple, I thought to myself.
The happenings in the last time were as if some dreams, sometime really frightening and depressing and other times very exciting.
There was a paradoxical component in these happenings and our reactions to them.
But now everything is going great or so it seemed.
At this moment as I was deep in my thinking, there came a phone call.

She stood up and took the receiver: "Hello… what? …no, no, no…"
As she was standing there, I saw she is beginning to faint and falling. I stood up in a hurry and took her at last moment and just before she Just gets her head hurt on the table.
The telephone was on the floor and I could hear the receiver as someone was calling, ‘Hallo? Hallo?’
I let Meena to sit on a chair as she murmured…

Meena: "He is dead, my uncle, Mansi is dead."
Then she screamed loudly.

Then I took the receiver and was informed that Mansour had an accident the last late night as he was on his way to the capital city. He was on his own car. There was an frontal crash with a truck, he had a brain injury and was immediately dead….

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The Funeral

It really hadn't been a good time for us until the funeral.
Meena was very upset and depressed. She was weeping all time.
I saw her so strongly down only one time, when her father died.
I was trying to calm her all time.
There was a funeral ceremony in Mansour's home town and we had to go.
We settled down in a hotel near to his house, Meena didn’t want to stay in his house.
All Salimi family was present. Mansour’s family members and the family of his wife were also there. Saleh, his best friend was who organized everything. Other present persons were some of Mansour’s friends and some remotely relatives.
The funeral was a very big affair. We were very surprised to see that so many people were there to pay their respect to Mansour.

I moved closer to my wife and whispered: “Obviously, he was not so bad to others as we thought!“

She looked with somehow angry looks at me and whispered her reply: “It's not nice from you Nadir, he is dead…”

I replied still whispering: “But the memories do not fade, for some beautiful and for some other combined with hate…“

Meena did not respond immediately to my cynical remark but after a short pause said: “I am just thinking about his son, Ali. I feel sorry for the lad. It is a real sad thing that he now has lost his father too…. I hope he could stand it.“

“I Feel sorry for him too.“ I added.

Meena nodded and then she left my side and approached Ali.
The young lad Was very sad, he seemed alone and was lost in his thoughts. Everybody could see and feel that.
Most time Meena spoke with him and tried to calm him, some time he could not control himself and was almost crying.
While funeral Saleh came to me and told me if he can come next time to s and get Mansour’s small properties such as clothes and so on, which were in our house yet.
I answered sure but it is better if he talks about it with Meena.
She accepted and they made an appointment for next days.
The day after funeral Meena told me she likes to spend a short time, some hours with Ali, Mansour’s son, to support him psychotically and encourage him.
We planned to ride back that afternoon, then they had some hours together.
Getting back home, we both took two free days to relax.
The second day about noon we got a call. It was Saleh who informed Meena that Mansour has appointed Meena as main heir in his testament.
Meena was in a very emotional state, while weeping she told me that while calling, Saleh was very disappointed and somewhat angry and added that he
comes at weekend to discuss this.
Then she came to me and hugged me. Since some days, we had no body contact. But now, after the last incident and Mansours’s death, I had the feeling that everything is normal as earlier.
I felt ashamed about it, but the feeling was there deep in my mind.
Meena mentioned that she never thought Mansour would do such a testament. She was like a daughter for him but she never thought about such a thing. She added, she thinks Saleh is right when he is angry. I asked what had Mansour as property. She told me she doesn’t know either. Perhaps another house.
In the next days, we got a call from lawyer and after she called back, it was clear that Mansour gave her his Seaside house. His city house with garden and all his Money was his legacy for his son. That was a good sum of money which he got from selling a third house and there was his company which half of it belonged to his companion, Saleh.
But for next six years, up to Ali’s eighteenth Birthday, Mansour had appointed Meena as the administrator of his property, and the person who is responsible for his son.
Actually Saleh was not mentioned in his testament and he was going to get nothing from Mansours heritage. Saleh was living partly in Mansour’s city house since their releasing from jail…

***

The next few days everything run normally, Meena was a bit more relaxed but she was often thinking and dreamingly. We planned to drive to Mansour’s home town to regulate and register the official matters about the houses and money in next two weeks.
We talked often about Ali and his staying and living with us and in our home.
I persuade her to take him to us in summer, when the college year is over.
We were agreed that otherwise he would have difficulties in the college and with his learning. In the meantime we talked with the relatives of his mother and with him to stay in their home for next months. Meena agreed to pay for their help and efforts.
Meena was very excited. Now she was going to be the mother of a twelve years old boy. She was going to feel herself like a mother, what she couldn’to be naturally given.
Later Saleh called. He said that he wants to come and talk with her about the testament issue. Meena told him he can come on Friday and looked at me if that is okay. I said yes. sure. Then I added, I must not be present while they discuss, because this is a subject for them two. Perhaps he is more relaxed if I am not there.
She nodded and they appointed for next Friday…

***

On Friday afternoon Saleh appeared.
We were back from shopping, as the doorbell rang. Meena looked at me, I said
I am going upstairs and disappeared. In my study where I turned on the display for cameras.
Meena hurried and tidied away the shoppings items before she entered the living room and opened the door to house for him and told him to come in.
There was that small figure who was grinning as he entered in the house and then immediately went to sofa. It seemed that he doesn’t want to stand near Meena with his little frame. Saleh was almost the same age like Mansour, but very thin and small, so small that reminded me of a Midget, those days!
Saleh was a friend of Mansour and was introduced and supported by Mansour to get a job in the Insurance company where he and Meena’s father worked. Saleh had a lower position and at that time, I heard that has not a clean and clear past.
Meena walked to sit on the opposite chair and then she stared at that small figure.
Saleh looked up. I could feel that there is a certain tension in the atmosphere.
He was sitting in front of her. I saw he is looking at her as if couldn't keep his eyes off her.
I looked at Meena. She was in her jeans as always at home.
Meena was no woman to show much skin specially in such a occasion, still I could see her shapely strong legs and could imagine her almost perfect figure under her clothings. The short-sleeved blouse was white with a blue collar and fitting gut to her bosom. She wore middle high sandals. The whole outfit was sexy elegant and typical for Meena at home.
Her beautiful outstanding, superb tits were there definitely the stars to watch.
She wore a bra but the upper part of her breasts could be seen.
I looked at them, then at her lovely face and her red nice shaped lips, and at once I felt a twitch in my rod. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
I thought to myself, Saleh is in the same state, for sure.
I could hear them clearly if they spoke.

It took some silent Moments, then Meena looked at him and asked: “What can I do for you, Saleh?“

There was a palpable concern in Meena's voice, if not outright fear.
I could feel that she tries to hide under cover of annoyance. I had the feeling that something was very wrong here. I was not sure if Meena had the same feeling.
Saleh looked up, still grinning and stared insolently at my wife.
I could interpret his stare as a challenge, as an assertion of his position.

He started: “I am very angry. I hate these two men who I looked at them as my friends. They ruined my life, I mean your father and Mansour. You know about not legal things which we three did in the insurance company. Your father was the main brain of our fraudulent activity. Mansour told me you are the only one who knows about how it was, except us. Your father managed all that. But we two went to jail and he took all money. I lost my family, my whore wife took all my property and went with another man and I don't know even where she lives now.”

Meena was clearly upset. She said pleadingly: “I didn't know about your family Saleh. It is very upsetting for me to hear this. I am so sorry. But you must learn to forgive and forget. You have yet a long life before you and you have your own life and your company.”

He laughed bitterly: “Which company? I need too much money still to initiate it. I know nobody and I have nobody to help me. Mansour had his contacts, and I? I can't manage it. That is the end of our illusion. He is dead and I must search my own way.”

Meena looked at him with compassion.

Saleh added: “Okay, you want to know what I want from you.”

Meena: “Yes, how can I help you? I suggested uncle Mansi to sell my house and pay our debt. But he didn't want to destroy our life. Not mine and not that of my family.”
He laughed: “I am no child my dear. I don't want some compensation for my years in jail or my money which your father had stolen. I know that this is not practical. If I try to get my right, you and your family lose everything and I get nothing too. But what I want is my other right, everything Mansour gave you and his son, all his property belongs to me. I renounce all your father's debt. And you give me every property of your uncle Mansour. Do you agree?”

Meena seemed very serious at that moment. “I didn't want to get anything from him. I could not imagine that he is going to do something like that. I was completely surprised to hear that he has appointed me as an inheritance or administrator.... But I personally have no such a money, I can give you monthly a part of my salary but not more, I can leave up the seaside house to you and that’s it, I cannot more than that.
The money and other house belongs to Ali actually, and I cannot give way his property, you understand this for sure. I am not going to do such a thing.”
Saleh remained calm for a few seconds. He seemed a bit upset, perhaps even aggressive but at the same time I had the feeling that he had calculated with such a response from Meena.
After a short pause, he looked direct in her face and said: “I see. First you should show me your salary terms and conditions. Then we make an appointment to go to lawyer for the seaside house stuff, but that is not enough, I get something more for the money and house…”

Meena: “What do you want more? I give you what I can…”

Salah: “Look. I told you I am not a child. At the time as we were in jail, Mansour told me, he promised me to collect our money from your family and give me my part of it. After our releasing, everything changed. He was not the same person as he was in prison. I knew that he didn’t get money or anything material from you at the beginning, I thought he cannot overcome his conscience to harm the family of his best friend who he is dead, I speak about your father. But then accidentally I heard your telephone conversations. At that moment, I knew and could imagine why he received no money from you or your Family. I was so naive, he got something special in favor, he has renounced with our right because you. You were his girl, he got you for that…”

Meena was one moment silent with open mouth. I was also shocked.

Saleh grinned: “I heard every details as you were talking and you know...”

Meena was completely pale in the face.

He continued: “You were his sweetheart lover. This is the truth and therefore he talked and appointed you as his heritage. Now what I want: I want to have the right to come here and…”

Meena interrupted him: “Saleh stop… One moment… please. As I said, it is okay with my part, I mean the seaside house. I don't need it. We can arrange it…”

Saleh stood up angrily and shouted: “Now be quiet, and don't interrupt me, do you understand? You women all are the same.”

Meena was upset over his talk and voice tone but she looked only at the floor.
I thought she is going to be blackmailed again but this time in another way.

Salah: “It is not complicated to understand. On the contrary it is very simple what I want! Either, as I said, you give me all his property, which are actually and essentially, mine. Or, if you don’t want or you can’t do it, I have right to get something else, which belonged to him… Can you follow me?...“

Meena was completely pale in her face.
It took long till she looked in his direction and as if she is recovered enough from a shock, said demanding: “No… I mean I don’t understand what you mean, what do you want…”
She said weakly while looking in his direction. Meena’s voice was near to weepingly, I could see and hear this and I was not sure what to do.

Saleh knew at this moment that he has the winnings card: “I want and I am going to have his girl… You belong to his property too. You were his bitch. Now you are going to be mine when I wish. Otherwise your husband and all your family are going to know everything. They are going to be informed about every detail regarding your father, you and Mansour. Do you understand?”
Saleh added: “You can decide now.”

Meena: “S-So? how do you dare to come in my house and ask such things? What this means at all? What are you going on about? We can speak about money and it is all… Otherwise please leave my house at once…“
Meena screamed loud with flushed cheeks.

I could fell that she tries to hide it but she was scared now and he noticed this as me for sure.
The older, small man had a gleam in his eyes. I was dying to know what is to come out finally from the delicate and difficult situation.
Saleh smiled as he heard the tremor in her voice: “That will be a mistake from you to ask me to leave Meena… You know I have nothing to lose and I am not your uncle or somebody else who have mercy with the people like you. If I leave now, you and your family are going to be hurt and lose everything…”

Meena was now crying, with her face in her Hand on the table: “Have mercy Saleh, I was forced to do it all, please let us talk...“
She said pleadingly.
I thought to me: "That was it, she is broken."
Meena‘s reaction was exactly what Saleh had desired, she was not looking to flee or to fight, rather she wanted to stay and argue with him.

Saleh sat down again, leaned forward and yelled: “He had you as his bitch here in this house and you are begging me and asking for mercy?“

Meena: “Please Saleh… Nadir is upstairs.“

I couldn’t wait anymore. There were we again.
My wife, my Meena was going to be blackmailed again.
I had a bad experience the last time. I must interfere this time I thought to me and stood up and got downstairs. When I was downstairs, he was saying goodbye and was on the way to leave at the door. I heard his last words to her.

Salah: “In next days I call and we make an appointment for lawyer and other things…“

Meena turned away immediately as he left. She didn’t wait for me and went into the dining room.
I think she wanted me not to see her face and eyes…
In the days after her ultimate departure from her uncle, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our minds and our hands off each other. There was my certainty
that Meena loves only me and she belongs only to me.
There was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animal lust. But following the death of Mansour I had the feeling that the excitement is going kind of to wear off.
In the last few days although we stayed Close somehow, but otherwise left each other alone.
Break time of the mind and body. It was not completely leave each other alone, and it wasn't something we acknowledged, we just did it.
I can tell, I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Then I thought for me that, it would be correct to let her have time to leave her grief and sorrow behind herself.
Now, after this incident with this old, little stranger, while I stood there and looked at the dining room door, which was half open, I was waiting for a reaction from her.
This could be crying, screaming, shouting, or at least to sit and talk with me, about what he wants from her and how can I help her.
I was eager to know, very curious if she informs me, if she speaks about everything with me and tries to solve her problem with my help and support…
I was thinking what can I do? Should I interfere and speak about everything what
I know? I couldn't assess the consequences of my intervention.
My biggest fear was to lose her.
I went into the dining room and looked at her questioning.
She was sitting there and drinking a glass of water. She was pale in her face but she was trying to look calm and relaxed.

I asked: "Is everything okay?"

Meena: “I have to talk to you.”

I thought now she is going to admit. This is too much for her and she had decided to speak about it.
I sat down and Meena began to speak quietly: “He is very poor. He doesn't think that he can manage to continue and complete the plans of Mansour, I mean the insurance issue. He had lost his family while staying in prison. I am so sorry for him...“
Meena's argumentation was completely in contrast to my expectations.

At that moment I was so angry and thought to myself: ‘is she going to sit there and say nothing to me, just to support her dead fathers’s proudness and her families Wellbeing? To save their sweet dreams about my past father in law and finally to break under the pressure and give up and be his bitch? How could I protect her when she is not honest to talk about her problem with me?‘
Honestly, I had no idea how my response would be if she is going to speak about this problem! But at least could we try together, I thought.
But for whatever reason she looked simply at my face and added.
Meena: “I decided to give him the seaside house, this is everything what I get from Mansour. It is not fair to take it, when I think about Saleh. We don’t need it, but for him it is an existential question. He can begin to live normal. He is coming in the next days and we go to a lawyer…“
Then she looked in my direction and asked: “Am I acting correct?“

I paused one moment.
This all was only her decision on what she possesses, I thought.
But what is with his other demanding? And I supposed perhaps she had also taken a decision in this respect.
I answered: “You are right my angel. Do what you think it is correct…“
I did not dare to ask her further. Why? I did't know. But I decided to wait at that Moment and watch what comes next…
After that for some days we were well seated back in our usual routines, until one night Saleh called to tell that he is visiting her the next Monday for the lawyer issue…

The next few days, Meena was visibly nervous.
I tried to behave normal and don’t show any signs of paying attention or curiosity…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

Will Salah's dream come true?

On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…

I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.
As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.

She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: “As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.“ And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.

He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.
Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: “You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…“

“Please...“ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.

Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: “Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?“

Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes. Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy."

Salah: "Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position."

Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too.

He added: “You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me
about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…“

Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: “Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…“

Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.
Then he yelled: “Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.“

Meena: “Excuse me, I didn't want...“ Then she stopped and just stared him.
She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.

Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.
He went on: ‘“Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?“

“Yes.“ She whispered while looking at his eyes.

Salah: "I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?"

Meena didn’t reply.

Saleh insisted for her answer: “I asked you something!“

Meena repeated: “Yes, Saleh, I understand.“

There was a short period of silence between them.

After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I…I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”

Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before.
I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call, Meena talked further, 'Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.'
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.
Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.

Meena: “Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”
At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.

Saleh looked deeply at her: “You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.

The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.

Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”

Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.

He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”

Meena was visibly shocked and trembling.

Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly.
Salah: “Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”

Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.

Salah: “Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you. You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just
have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”

At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.
Salah: “You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”

At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly.

Salah: “I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”

Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.

“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.

Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.

“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.

Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.

He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”

Meena whispered: “Yes.”

Salah: “Yes what?”

Meena: “My skirt is too tight for my legs…”

Salah: “You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned.
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.

“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.

Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”

“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.

He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.

Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.

Salah: “Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”

As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly.

He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best?
A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”

She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.

Salah: “Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”

Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.

Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt. Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.

“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.

“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.

Meena: “Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…”
But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.

“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.

Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room. Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.

“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.

Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”

Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”

Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.

Salah: “Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…”
Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.

Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.

“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.

Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?

Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face.
He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”
Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”

Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.

Salah: “I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”

Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.
She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”

Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good
as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”

“No… No…” Meena screamed.

Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?

Salah: “Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”

I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…
Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”

Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.

Salah: “Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”

“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged.
She pleaded and begged the whole way.
It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.

He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”
Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”

Meena: “Yes…”
Salah: “Yes, what?”
Meena: “I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”
Salah: “Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”

Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: ‚How did I get myself into this situation?‘ She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.
She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: “Yes…“

I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way?
In recent days, she was hoping for sure to come out from this incidence with some other, more simpler means. But now I could see that the shock of knowing Saleh’s power claims and unbelievable impudence had mentally knocked her down and at this moment for this small but rude man to make his Tremendously immoral and outrageous demands she was totally thrown by it.
I could imagine that her mind was now racing as she thought about the terrible repercussions and consequence, this could have on her life in the future, if she accepts him further. I knew Meena well. Nevertheless, I could not swear what her answer will be, but just hope... I hoped that she was loathe to degrade herself like this to this piece of blackmailing shit. There were a few moments of silence, between them. They were looking just at each other’s eyes.

After this short pause, Saleh said quietly: “You think that I am the devil my dear, but don’t forget, the devil was an angel first too…”
Then he stood up and added: “I am leaving now. Soon comes your husband and we don’t want to destroy our plans for next games. I call you shortly. I have to speak and deal with major, although I am sure that he is more than eager…”
Then he got to the door…

I needed time to think. I was very astonished that we both, me and Meena had underestimated this small, ugly man. Why we couldn’t see his underlying ego and power on others? At that moment as I thought further about our not many encounters, I noticed that we all were confused because of his body appearance and his social situation. We saw only the surface of things.
I was frightened and ashamed after that.
He was an intelligent and self-confident man, indeed, but precisely because
of this, he could be a real danger to my wife, her future life and our marriage.
I was at the moment very curious to know how the things go on further and how looked our next days and weeks.
As I thought deeply through the situation, it became clear to me; ‘Saleh wanted her as his bitch, he planned to have her completely under his control.’ I was not interested at all to interfere, I was angry and disappointed.

Meena was the Key figure...
Everything was dependent on her way of behaving, on how she reacts to all this and on how she decides...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter · 24-10-2025, 10:43 PM

Meena calls Nadir while Salah sits on the couch, intoxicated by her spell ...

Blackdick11 · 25-10-2025, 02:56 PM

Thanks for sharing that story, bro,,,I really enjoyed reading it again....
but if anyone has saved the 'renovation of the pond' story, then please share that one too

Demeter

Dark Fantasies

In the days that followed, Meena was quiet and spoke very little. Sometimes I had the feeling she wasn't there at all and didn't notice me. I also did not want to disturb her peaceful silence and thoughts, although I was sure that it was a superficial calm.
Saleh called on Friday evening. Meena was obviously nervous and shaky.
I got from their conversation the impression that Saleh will visit her on Sunday.

Her last sentence while on the phone was: “I can't promise, but I try to be alone…“
After the call, when she sat down next to me, I asked if everything was ok. She started to whimper.
I hugged her and tried to calm her: “My baby, what is wrong. Talk to me my love.“
She hid her face in my shoulder and her whimpering changed to a weeping.
I was silent for some short minutes and let her emotion overwhelm her. I could feel the dampness of her tears on my shoulder through my thin shirt. After the initial breaking into tears, she became gradually still and I could hear only her rapid breathing.

Then she spoke quietly: “I want to talk to you Nadir... I need your advice.“

I looked at her and smiled. “Sure… we have to speak about everything.”

“First, I need a drink. I am so thirsty.” She spoke.
I needed something to drink, too. I went into the kitchen and poured myself and my wife a glass of water.
I was waiting and waiting.

After some minutes Meena turned her beautiful head to me, looked in my eyes, and then looked down and whispered softly: “Saleh wants more… He wants more than just the money or the house…”

I interrupted her: “You mean he is blackmailing you? He wants you, right?”

“Somehow” she looked at me again and said softly and more anxiously, “I don’t know what to do. I am sure he will cause problems for me and all my family… I mean you and my other family members.”
She looked again downwards and continued: “He knows everything about my father, my uncle and me… I mean our relation”.

I asked: “What can I say Meena? I love you, but how can I help you? It is too late if he knows about you and everything other, your father, your uncle, and you, it is risky not cooperating?”

“But I am not sure how far this or he will go” Meena added. “I can only try to help you to have a clear view of the situation. Perhaps this makes it easy for you to decide. On one side are me, our life, our marriage and relationship, and especially our love, and on the other side are your family, your mother, and your siblings. They and their lives may get personal material damage and at the same time your relationship with them may be destroyed".

I added: “You don't have to worry about me, our marriage and our relationship as far as I am concerned. Financial issues and problems we will survive too. But about your family, I’m not sure and the matter is more complicated. That would be a risk if you resist against his will and fight against it and..."

Meena interrupted me immediately: “no, no… I could not stand this risk… I don't want them, I mean my family to know anything about it”.

"Then it's all clear what you should or must do. As far as I'm concerned, I'd want you to do what you want to do. Does that make sense?" I asked. “You know it already: whatever you decide or you do, my love for you is not going to disappear or decrease”.

She looked at me and somehow tired, giggled: “But I think you want me to do or behave like what you like me to! Am I right Nadir?”
Before I find an answer she continued, “Am I right or not? We both know the answer.”

I knew she refers our experiences in the last months and my reactions to those events: “I can't help it Meena, you are like a beautiful rose with a rare colour or extreme scent, and I enjoy it when others admire you or try to smell you…”
I bent down and gave her a short kiss on the lips and continued: “But at the end of the day I know already what's passed has passed and this rose is mine.”

Then I thought about my erotica fantasies of her.
I was not sure if I tell her about them. but finally, after a short break, I decided to speak about it: “I admit, I have even sometimes dreams or fantasies...”

She interrupted me instantly: “What fantasies?”

In my head, these erotic fantasies and dreams came to me so clearly. But trying to explain them to Meena, such a delicate subject... I was so uncertain of how to go about it and of the outcome.
I could hear her curiosity and Impatience from her voice, she sounded excited.
I responded: “I must admit I had often erotic dreams about you in these years, but…”

She interrupted me again: “I think it is normal for a man to have fantasies or to dream about his wife, or when a woman about her partner has.”

“Yes, but my dreams are very unique and special. My dreams consist many times inevitably of situations in which you are with someone else.”

“May be my mistakes in the last few months regarding my uncle is the cause of these bad dreams.”

“But I find them, I mean my dreams and fantasies not so bad. On the contrary, they turn me on.”

“Do you like to speak about them”. She was obviously excited.

“They are not about you cheating or wanting or falling for another man. My dreams are simply about the pent-up sexual frustration of a lusting male, and you. We are allowing that male to service himself with you, with your dutiful
cooperation and participation. I do not join in but just looking and enjoying. I must admit, in each fantasy you are brought to ecstasy.”

Meena seemed first a little bit shocked, but at the same time I could see that she is even mildly aroused. She refused to say anything, and remained silent. Perhaps trying just not to show her arousal but I could feel this and see in her look. I remained silent too, and waited if she wants to hear further.
Finally, she gave in and spoke: “What do you try to tell me, Nadir? Is this your desire? Comes more still?”

“They, I mean my dreams are about someone else getting something: relief, from your body. Your eventual pleasure is incidental to that. There is no love or belonging. These fantasies were always just when male mates with a female, man or men, small or big, young or old, slim or overweight, ugly or pretty, those details didn't matter. In fact, the more varied the details the better. You are the female part in them because for me you are the utmost and ideal understanding of femaleness, softness, beauty, and innocence.”

“And in these dreams do you share me with others too?”

“You mean me to have sex with you simultaneously with another guy?”

“Yes?”

“No, no… almost always I am watching you and you know that.”

She hugged me and whispered in my ear: “I love you Nadir, you know, I love you passionately” and after a pause for a moment added: “I love to have sex just with you and I am pleased,” then, mildly giggling, continued: “but You can lend me to a male or more males in need, if you like to and if this satisfies your feelings.”

I continued to speak without expressing me about her last statements as if I were in another world: “It was not that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced by others in my fantasies. No fantasy ever started or ended with you falling for anyone or ending up with anyone else.”

I took a breath: “There was always a certain emotional distance between males and you. You were always my partner and my companion. Every happening in my fantasy, would be incidental to the other events. My feelings were perhaps perverted at the time, but they were so hot and arousing to imagine you and your mind are seduced and your body being used.”

I tried to complete my imagination with her personal mental and physical feelings and emotions: “You would find yourself liking what was happening around you and what was being done to you, because of two things: the physical feeling of being touched, your sexy body betraying you, and being seduced by other males. At the same time, you are with me, and you are safe.”
I continued: “In some fantasies even, I imagined me undressing you for and in front of other men and I found incredible pleasure in it while you were heaving and panting in anticipation.”

Meena was looking past me, her eyes were shiny and looked like if she is dreaming.

“Is this all not crazy, Meena?” I felt facilitated.
I finally have spoken with her about it, if at least in the hopes she might listen and like it.

Meena tilted her head to me and then held my near hand softly, looking up at me in my chair: “Maybe that our life in last time and the happenings are responsible for these dreams and fantasies, I mean you think too much about it and your brain helps to find a sense for all. I’ll be very sorry about it when all that disturbs you and you suffer, but you claim it is not the same…”

“No, no. It makes me not unhappy; I like these fantasies and enjoy them. As I said, I love you, you are mine and this is just the reflex of our love.”

“Do you want us or me to … to try something in reality?“ She whispered shyly while looking into my eyes.

“I want you to do what you consider right and you like or need to do, and at the same time remember nothing is going or can ever hurt my love for you.”

There was a pause. We both were thinking.
Then I added curiously: “What would you have done if a stranger tries to do or initiates some sexual thing with you?”

“I don’t know…” She responded quietly and thoughtfully.

“I guess since it is possible, I am just curious to know your reaction."

"Hmmm." She laid her head back. "I would've...I don't know what I would have done.

I tried again: "What would you have done?"

She asked. "You mean, what would I have done to stop it?"

"Nnnn...no." I spoke.

"Well, what do you mean, then?"

"I guess I mean what would you have thought?"

"Would I have accepted, is what you mean?"

I leaned down to her a bit lower and kissed her neck and traced my hand down to her side and kissed her again.
"Yeah," I breathed in her ear.

She turned her head into my kiss and whispered, "Yes, I probably would have." and then immediately: “But just if I had the feeling that you accept it.”

"Really?" I asked, surprised a bit, and pulled back before I realized I was being obvious.

"You asked the question," Meena smiled back over her shoulder.

Then she pulled me down and on top of her, and we rolled over, laughing.
But I thought about it for the next hours.
Lying in bed that night I wanted to talk more. I was incredibly turned horny and feeling bold. I was dying for some talking about the theme and wanted to hear something kinky from her.

I think Meena felt this, and when we lay down to sleep, she turned to me and spoke: "So, talk to me, I feel something in your head gives you no rest" she said, then sat up and looked down at me.

"Mmmm..." I struggled, but I had to try.

"Do you have any fantasies you've never told me?" I asked her. "I mean, something... Doesn't have to be something you've talked to me about. Something that really, really turns you on?"

Meena moved as if about to speak, but I stopped her. "Something...you wouldn't want it to ever happen. Not for real."

"Not for real?“

“Seriously?”

And giggled: “For me, a fantasy almost always is what you like to happen, but in terms of morality you do not find it right."

"God," I gulped, thinking of her in that scene. "wait..."

She smiled a goofy smile and seemed to refocus her gaze. "I think, I think you know my fantasies or from any other woman!"

"Um hmm?"

She continued: “I am being watched, admired, and utmost tenderly touched…"

"By another one?"

"Yes," Meena replied.

"Wow… someone special?"

"No, anyone. The important part is that we are being watched by you.”

"If it's a guy, is he just admiring you or touching you too?" I asked.

"What else do you imagine he's doing?" She asked.

"I don’t know, that is your fantasy! At least what do you think he plans to do?" I asked.

"I suppose he plans what the men like to do with a younger woman!”

“Okay, we know at least that he is an older guy. But is he ever successful?” I asked, looking at her.

"Sort of," she giggled. "It...I suppose it is just a part of the fantasy that I take for not immoral but if I am aroused at the time… there may be more…"

Now it was my turn to sit and stare. What Meena had just said, took me a bit by surprise.

"So," she looked at me dryly. "You've got something you've thought of, it seems. Am I wrong?”

"No, my lady," I shook my head at her in disbelief. "You are not." I looked at her as she pressed on.

"You imagine me in these situations." She said, looking from me to her feet and back to me again. "You've thought of me in such scenes, my Lord, I know you."

Meena gave me a cute smile and snuggled down to kiss me.
I was very aroused and had an erection already. She was in her pajamas, almost roughly I pulled the top over her breasts and head, tossing it in the corner of the room, and in one motion pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties. I took a moment to feast on the beauty that had been denied to me for some days, with her shapely breasts accentuating her perfect figure.
After our previous conversations and a bit surprised by my unexpected directness, Meena found herself unusually turned on, and the dripping juices of her moist cunt filled the room with her scent. She lay on her back with her legs spread, expecting me to mount her and to the deed, when I lunged forward and buried my face in her hot and wet snatch. Sucking on her arouses clit, I used my fingers to massage her labia first and thrust into her womanhood. My unexpected act left Meena unprepared for a short moment, but soon she found herself clutching handfuls of my hair as her body was racked by waves of orgasmic pleasure, and her legs closed around my head like a vise.

"You... usually... hate doing that..." She gasped, as the orgasmic throes faded and it was now that I lifted myself up on top of her, my manhood firmly rigid and prominently displayed, a single drop of precum oozing from the tip.

I used my hand to position the head against the opening in her slit and thrust myself into my beautiful wife. Immediately, a wave of pleasure flowed through Meena's body, and she let out a gasp, unable to find air for a few seconds. I knew that my lovely wife had always worked hard to leave me sexually satisfied. I had plenty of practice myself too, and knew exactly how to thrust into her to come across just the right parts of her insides with just the right pressure and frequency to satisfy her completely. I knew precisely where to rub, where to pinch, where to twist, where to massage, and I used this knowledge as always on her breasts as I took her womanhood, first massaged and then pulled and twisted the aroused nipples of her beautiful tits, just enough so as not to be painful.

With my mouth, I nibbled on her left earlobe and exhaled through my nose against her ear, murmuring: “does this old man the right thing to the young lady?”

This sent shivers down her spine and placed her on a new level of pleasure and arousal as a shaking mini orgasm came over her.
Turning her around, I mounted my beautiful wife doggie style and began thrusting into her while admiring her exposed backside. While I was penetrating her hot pussy from behind, I found the sight of her fully exposed buttocks to be an additional turn-on.
Minutes later I turned Meena over onto her back and joined my open mouth to hers, and we explored each other with our tongues. With one final, balls-deep thrust, I ejaculated and for sure Meena felt the quick jerks of my cock accompanied by the pressure and warmth of my hot cum jetting from my manhood deep in her snatch.
Holding still as statues, we gazed into each other's eyes as we fought to catch our breath. My softening dick slide out of her cunt, followed by an outpouring of a Fusion of her sweet nectar and my milky seed. Meena tried to turn on her side to reach for the box of tissues to clean herself up, but I saw she was shocked as I pulled back her once again and had my nose rubbing against her pubic hair.
This time, instead of focusing on her clit, I was lapping up the cum dripping from her now gaping pussy; this most unexpected turn made Meena's ecstasy build to a point it had never reached before this night, and once again clamping her thighs against my head, a new wave of orgasm exploded her juices all over my face, and she fell back, nearly fainting from the experience.
I pulled myself alongside her and we kissed deeply, continually passing the mixture of my cum and her nectar from mouth to mouth until we both swallowed what remained.

Letting out one final sigh after minutes of quietness, Meena lifted a finger to wipe off a drop of our fluids that still clung to my chin: "What made you want to do that… such a wild thing?”

"I suppose such open talking about dark fantasies can make a guy do such crazy things, but you have to admit it, I was not the only wild one!" I replied, blinking my eye.

But I guessed, now that we had tried it so unaccustomed passionate, she knew for sure what was the cause of it, and we were both confident that we were going to be able to enjoy it regularly during our bedroom activities.
It was clear to me that my wife is a very special, very sexy and very amenable person. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do if I asked her to.
She knew me better than any other person and sometimes better than me myself! What I didn't know was that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do even if I hadn't asked her to do!

But for now Meena had to decide and act about a problem called Saleh…

* * *

Saleh appeared on Sunday afternoon. Meena was home and I took the time off, she wanted me to be home while they talk.
I opened the door for him and led him into the room and told him that Meena will soon appear and offered him a glass of juice.
After short minutes Meena came down the stairs. She was dressed in a white pinstripe shirt with two upper buttons open, with a wide blue knee length skirt.

I guessed She does not want to give any opportunity for Saleh to see her sexy body lines and to be excited sexually. She greeted him a little coldly and then looked at me waiting. I knew she wants me to leave the room.
I left them alone and disappeared up the stairs into the bathroom. after that I was in my workspace. The door was open and I could hear them but not clearly.

After a few minutes as I wanted to turn the receiver on to get their conversation, I heard Meena calling me: “Nadir please come downstairs to us,”.

I was surprised and shocked, “What is her plan?” I wondered.

When I was there, I saw Saleh is surprised too. He was looking questioningly at Meena and waiting.
'What is she up to?' I was wondering further.

Meena sat on a chair and spoke very calmly and slowly: “Now for your information Saleh, my husband knows every detail about me and Mansi. He knows how my so-called uncle, who had to protect me, misused my trust. Mansour actually blackmailed me. I was forced to cooperate, at least to a certain degree. Nadir knows everything and he understands me and he knows how much of the happenings are with my acceptance and how much not. He had forgiven me and we let nobody destroy our life with such evidence and instruments.”
Whereupon she turned to me and asked: "Is that correct, Nadir?"

I have rarely seen Meena so resolutely dominant and decisive. It was too much for her and she was clearly willing to take the risk.
I looked at Saleh and said in the affirmative, "Yes, I know everything. We talked about it openly and I understand Meena very well and I have excused her."

Saleh was pale on his face and seemed if he had lost his language.

“Thank you Nadir. Go up if you want to-" Meena said.

I let them alone again and went upstairs to my room.
Now I could hear Meena very clearly.

“About my other family members I don’t know what would be your advantage if you reveal the story, even if they believe you, you are going to lose the profit you can have if you shut up!”
Her tone was furious and at the same time she had the situation under control. That one was pretty obvious, I guess even he figured it out. I thought Saleh no later than now understood and recognised that Meena will not give in and get down.
"You can decide to accept my generous offer," then a little louder she went on: "or you can go to hell and do whatever you like and prefer to do."
She was calm and after a short pause continued: "Saleh, you know better that your greed and insistent overload may end up in prisons."
So she was still.
I assume her heart rate was high at the time.

“What do you offer?” Saleh asked.

I could recognize the gentle resignation In his voice.

Meena responded right away: "The cabin at sea is all you get and if you have financial issues in the future, I promise to help you as much as I can. That's all I have for you, nothing more."

Saleh thought for a while, then said: “I don't want to hurt you or your family Meena. But I hate what your daddy did to us."

He continued: “You're right, and I accept your points. I'll definitely get back to your suggestion about money, because I need it for a new life. There is my classmate, Major, who you met before. We have planned to start a real estate business. I stay at his place when I get into town. I need a place to stay, I don't want to bother him and his sick wife. Their house is not big enough and they have not lots of space.“
He took a short pause and then continued: “Is there a possiblity for me to stay in your guest rooms where Mansour used at the time?“

Meena lowered her eyes and replied: "My answer is up to Nadir. He decides and if he has no problem with it, then you can."
***

Meena promised she'd call him the next day about our decision on the guest house. After that conversation, Saleh went away.
At the dinner, she told me that although he is a jerk but she somehow feels responsible for his situation and she wants to help him as much as she can. He's a pitiful human being and she feels sorry for him. If he gets no help, he is going to ruin and she can't let that happen.

'Meena has compassion for Him, what else? This is my girl, she cares about everyone' I thought. 'Her consciousness makes it impossible to behave differently.'
I told her I have no objection if he moves in guest house, only he should behave and do not fool around.

She smiled and said: “Thank you darling“...

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Smell it, but don’t tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

Just a Fantasy

The following day, at evening, after dinner we were still seated at the table in the dining room.
I talked to her about Saleh, and I admired her for changing the situation so perfectly. After the initial state of things and his aggressive nature, now he became a tame creature through her skill. Meena responded that we have to wait, we don’t know whether he will remain so. After that we spoke about our holidays.
Meena was somehow pensive while and after we discussed our vacation plans. She received previously a call from Mansour's ex-wife who claimed that Mansour’s son, Ali, doesn’t like to leave his hometown, at least not for the next time.

I asked, "Meena, what do you think about it? Does Ali’s wish bother you?"

Meena immediately shook her head and replied, “No, no, his desire is the most important factor and I must accept it. I just have to go to him to arrange and put everything in order. I think I'm responsible for that. You know how I feel."

I said, "Yes, I know you. You care about everybody, and you take your duties and responsibilities seriously, even toward me."

She looked me in the eyes and said, "even respecting your fantasies and regarding them." She stared at me with a smile on her face.

"Particularly concerning the desires and needs of the persons in fantasies."

Meena giggled and said, "My dear husband, you are so obsessed with the theme, we know now why you have so many dreams."

I replied right away, “Maybe, but I'm not complaining. Quite the contrary, they are beautiful dreams.”

“To watch me with someone else? He would probably think that my husband is a sort of pervert to let some other men do such things to his wife.” She laughed and threw up her shoulders.

"No," I said gently, "He obviously doesn't notice me, quite frankly he ignores me, but I like the fact that he's totally with you and gives you his full attention."

"I see..." She was confused.

I shifted my chair towards her, "He doesn't look at me, he doesn't even respect me, even if he knows I'm there, and I am your husband. I have nothing to do with what's going on. I am right there and I am with you. But he isn't concerned about that. He doesn't give a shit." And after a short pause, I slowly added, "I don't know why, but I like it when he's so deeply busy with you."

"Really? What does he do with me?" She asked.

"I can't say! I can't interpret fantasy when you're in it! You know better what you prefer him to do with you."

She looked concerned, and I could see I messed it up already and quickly corrected myself, “I mean, you can imagine, if you like, you are free to do. What is going on should not be immoral and contrary to your will. We've had some adventures before, and I know you have your own desires..."

"Do you?” Meena exclaimed. "My desires have always been to have a happy Nadir." She looked at me sort of dreaming and went on, "I mean every little thing I did, was right for you, for your satisfaction."

I interrupted her, “except...”

She stopped me right away, "except with Mansour, just this one and you know I was suffering from it..."

"I guess I've never focused on it. I mean You care so much for me and my feelings. But your feelings, your desires, your satisfaction, both physically and emotionally, are important, of course. But, in the way I fantasize, it's in the first instance hot because it's more about what the guy desires or needs. This is the most important and erotic part of happenings for me.”

Meena stared at me critically, "But you have to admit that you were very annoyed at the time with me and Mansi."

"Not with you Meena not with you... I was annoyed and even angry first because he blackmailed you and second because you kept secrets from me."

Meena looked sadly and replied slowly, “I know, that was the biggest mistake in my life, and it made me very sad at that time and I suffered about it, even now I do. I seriously was afraid to lose you and your love for me.” Then she added somewhat confident and conscious, "but any other erotic adventure with someone else was the production of your will and your provocation, am I correct?"

I answered: “Sure, you are right, but with those productions of me, you also had fun!” Then I continued, "We do not want to discuss it, better to forget the unpleasant past." And added, "I like to go back to our fantasy: About that man
or those men, and their will and needs."

"Needs? You talk over and over again about the needs. What needs?" Meena was excited and curious.

"Yes, the needs of the male or males, I mean instinctive physical and natural demands and desires." I gulped because this was getting into the core of what turned me on so much. “These needs are more natural things, the being of us and any other living species depends on those needs of the male part.” I continued, "I think the female part satisfaction and joy lies in pleasing the male part and it has to do with the mother's instinct..."

Meena interrupted me, “Please my dear husband now let the nature or evolution and science out of this game. We go back to those needs, what are these needs in particular?” She asked, visibly excited.

"To utilize you. To use your female body to release dammed-up sexual frustration." I answered clear and without hesitation.

"God, Nadir,” She said in a shaking voice.

I went on, "I don't speak about brutality or bang, not even aggression. You are not going to be hurt. My red line is there, where somebody tries to hurt you. The exceptional female, you, is sitting in a room, and a man or a group of men is staring at her lustfully, and she's impatient, to give them access to her. She is waiting willingly for them to touch her, to have her, and to quench their sexual hunger and thirst."

"Oh, baby..." Meena seemed to envision and consider the orientation of our conversation more now.

I was nervous and at the same time very turned on. I was confident in our relationship, but I didn’t know where to goes this adventure and it made me nervous and excited.

Meena looked away for a moment, then at me and asked somehow anxious, “is this fantasy simply a fantasy? One you wouldn't want to ever really happen?"

"I don’t know. It could be, but not for sure. I am not sure if I like it to happen." I looked at her and waited a moment before continuing. "Sort of it, perhaps up to redline."

Meena rose, took the plates, and went into the kitchen. I followed her then I was beside her at the sink. Meena turned her back on me and began making coffee.
“Do you think of it while we make love?" She inquired calmly.

"No, not when we're intimate, not when we're having sex, I told you.“

She took the two coffee glasses, then asked nicely a little shy looking at them, "do you play… I mean, do you masturbate to it?”

I replied quickly, "Sometimes, yes, I do!"

She had this smirk on her face.

“You know, about ninety percent of men and eighty percent of women du masturbate regularly,” I claimed, “and I am one of those normal ninety percent and you belong most likely to those eighty percent.”

“This is for sure normal, but I mean your related topic is somehow not,” She claimed.

I interrupted her, “Not normal? This is not fair my love...” I complained.

"And about your role? About someone else's needs and desires? Someone else is using me, and you are watching that, you masturbate to the imagination?" She asked.

I simply nodded and went on, "Watching someone else needs you and touching you and...”

"Make love to me? You imagine watching me have sex with someone else, Nadir?" Meena leaned back to look at me.
Here we have it, I thought.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed, if she wanted to give me strength to go on.

"Yes, Meena, I can't imagine why. But thinking about that incredibly turns me on."

"And you wouldn't be mad at all if you are not the main male person involved?" She asked while looking at me.

"To be mad at that man or those men admiring you or wanting you?” I asked.

"And using me,… Uh-huh.” She shook her head.

"I'd be surprised and disappointed if they didn't. Trust me, who wouldn't want you? This little waist, your toned legs, and plump rear end." I caressed her sides.

“What about me? I mean, why, or...how could I do it, or like it, or even begin to...to let it happen?"

"In this fantasy?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean, if I don't like that person trying to kiss me or touch me or whatever."

For a short time, I thought I am not allowed to lose my temper, "it's not so much about you if you like the male part. In fact, in some ways, the more you disliked the person, or you were indifferent to the person, the hotter the circumstance would be."

"Why that?" She wanted to know.

"Mm, because it's only physical... The physical pleasure” I tried to explain the subject more, “Meena, the thought of you, watching you and him, seeing you were seduced into being pleasured by someone else you otherwise wouldn't care for, makes me extremely turned on."

"Somebody I otherwise wouldn't care for?at least in this connection?" She spoke. "That's everyone but you."

"I know, my beloved. That is the point…”

"In the fantasy," she confirmed, and with understanding continued, “I see.”

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

Demeter

Meena receives a sensual massage from Salah ...

Demeter

On The Road

We had planned to leave Saturday and visit Ali in his hometown.
Meena called Saleh previously and told him he can stay at our house for the next time. He was really glad to hear that.
On Friday he came with his Friends, Major and Rashid, and brought all his daily life stuff with him. Afternoon as they were finished with his resettlement, Meena invited all three of them for a coffee.
We spoke about this and that. We were informed that both of them were collegemates of Saleh and Mansour. It meant they both were about the same age and should be in the early sixties. But Major, who we had seen him recently, looked some years younger and you could notice, he is a very cultivated and intelligent person. He was quite tall, about 185 cm, with grayish hair.
In general, he was fitted with a sporty body for his age. Rashid, the other one was a Long-distance driver, as he informed us, he was all time on the road and sometimes in the city and visited his friends.
He was big and muscular and had a little darker skin than usual in our area. Rashid looked kind and cheerful. He was bald and had a fat belly. He was tall, about 180 cm, I estimated that he must weigh at least 100 kg. He was married since twenty five years, and his Family, his wife and two sons lived in the city where the all four frineds came from. Major told us that he was married for nearly thirty years. His wife was a well-known painter in the country.
Meena knew her name and her works, but she was for some years very ill and in the last months the symptoms of her illness were more serious. She currently sits in a raw chair, Major claimed sadly.
I wanted to change the subject and asked him if he is an army officer.

Major laughed and replied, “I was never an army officer, in the 1970s, I was a wild young man, plus follower of hippies. My clothes were almost always the old military dresses of my uncle which I liked simply because they were easy to clean or not! That's how I got the name Major."

Meena curiously asked, "And what is your real name?"

“I do not remember anymore,“ He laughed and winked, "Just kidding, but only the persons who are very close to me know my real name and I want it to stay that way. I prefer to stay Major for all others.“

“Aye, aye, sir!“ Meena laughed and made a military salute.

“You are going to be informed soon if you behave, soldier,” He laughed.

Meena giggled and replied, "Thank you, sir.”
My wife was clearly attracted to Saleh's best Friend.

After a few minutes, Major took off, he had to go home and prepare dinner for
his wife.
Their only daughter was married and, in another country, as Saleh told us later. Rashid was in some minutes leaving too and they both parted to Saleh’s room.
At dinner, Meena and I discussed life's challenges when you have such a severely ill person as your spouse or partner. She was as usual involved and sorry about the family. About Rashid we talked not much. He is a simple man and has a normal life, we thought and didn’t attract me or Menna especially...
***
The next day after breakfast we prepared for the trip.
While driving we chatted as usual about current themes from families, friends, and job.

After about half an hour and some minute break, she referred to Major and his wife and said, “last night before I slept, I had thought about their life and difficulties which they have,” and asked, “Do you like to visit them when we are back? I like to know his wife better; she is a good known and well-talented painter.”

I giggled and said, “You can go ahead and admit that you like to know both of them better.”

Meena slapped with the back of her hand on my thigh and gnashing the teeth, said, “You are so bad, Nadir.”

I looked at her briefly and spoke, “You find him nice, don’t you?”

Meena was looking straight ahead for a short moment, then turned her face to me and said, “Yes, he is an interesting person.”

“You mean just as a person or as a male too?” I tried to get her to talk in my favourite direction.

“What do you like to hear, Nadir?” She insisted, and if she is irritated from my question added, “You want me to be bad, Nadir! And the worse, the better! You love to see me as a hot slut! Am I wrong?”

“No, no, wait a little,“ then I went on, “I want you to be yourself! You are not a slut, but you are hot! And you are a normal female with normal feelings, then you love sex! Sex is a normal physical act of life and the human being owes his continued existence to sex! Everbody who knows you, loves you Meena, and everybody has right to do love you, we have all our rights and needs and that makes you responsible! I need your love and your body and not just in my fantasy, mostly others love and need your body too,“
I continued to philosophize, “now about my fantasy, I clain correctly that there are no limits for fantasy. There are no prohibitions to consider and no bans to take into account.”

“This’s the best part on it, especially when it turns you on, is that right?” Meena giggled and squeezed my shoulder.
I went on, “I trust you hundred percent, I know you love me and you love the sex with me, but it doesn’t mean necessarily that when you are turend on by somebody else or even have sex whith him, you love him too…“ I made a short pause.
She was quiet and thinking, I guessed.
“I go back to your first question, I like to know if you find Major attractive and appealing as a Man.” I stated and added, “Not just how he looks, but generally.” No, I have to clarify more, I thought, “I like simply know if you like him.”

Meena smiled, and said softly, “Yes, I do, is this the answer you hoped and waited for?”

“You mean he can embody the male person in our or my fantasy?” I asked carefully.

“Nadir, Nadir… I have foreseen where we are going!” She laughed loudly.

“And...?” I insisted.

“Why not…” Meena said, and looked at me.

"But we spoke previously about someone, whom you don’t like at all…” I said.

“Okay, okay, I remember this, but this was not an absolute precondition… I should be able to choose…”

I knew that essentially Meena much preferred warm, tender romantic loving.
Kissing, caressing and cuddling were a turn-on for her, and among those three men, Major was the one who could be such a lover for her.

“Okay. You mean you choose the Major as your male partner with pleasure.” I said.

“Just in the fantasy and if you like me to…” Meena emphasized.

She claimed to have no fantasies of her own about them, therefore she prefers to act out mine. She was yet reluctant to actively to play and tell about her wishes. While admitting that she could probably turn on if I continue to fantasize and tell about her involving in some intimate acts with someone else. I thought she is perhaps afraid that playing games with me in the submissive role would turn me into a wimp. Yet, she loved me and wanted to please me.

“Okay, we imagine Major tries to pull you toward himself by your waist and you lean back against him behind you,” At this moment Meena’s breathing became heavier.

She asked, “And you, where are you, what are you doing?”

I answered, “I am there in two-meter distance from you both. While he is trying to kiss your neck sideways, I'd be stroking myself, watching you."

Meena said quietly while looking at me. "God, Nadir."

"The horny Major is pressing his dick into the cleft of your buttocks and as your head turns from side to side, you shout during your first upcoming orgasmic wave.”

Meena breathed heavily and I continued, “I stroke myself and watch you how Major without shame is giving you pleasure with his big hard cock, and at the same time satisfies his needs.”

"God," Meena breathed with trembling voice. "God, Nadir."

She was really getting excited, I moved my hand and took her near hand and replaced it on my already stiff dick. I looked over at the flushed face of my wife.
Meena let her hand lie down on my erection while looking just at the street.
I reached over with my free hand and brushed away the hair blocking her chest.
I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. Her beautiful, firm and proud breasts practically straining to escape from her tight and light blue top.
I savoured the memory of first seeing them and feeling their warmth and firmness. Her breasts alone made men and women alike turn their heads when she walked past. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered opened noticing me alternatively watching her.

"What are you looking at young man?" She said, straightening up.

"My gorgeous wife" I replied grinning.

"Well make sure you take a look at the road once in a while" she smiled giggling.

"You're not making it easy," I said playing along.

"I'm about to make it harder" she grinned with that playful glint shining in her eyes.

She lifted her top, slowly and seductively revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard and when she squeezed right one with her free hand playfully I almost let go of the wheel. She bent over and licked her right nipple rolling it around and making it harder. Then she bent down to me and began caressing my harddon over my jeans with her cheeks. I could feel Meena‘s goal, my dick, which was aching to be a fee, was pressing against her cheek. She slowly unzipped my jeans and my cock sprang upward, seeking her.
Thankfully at this time of the day, there were not many cars on the highway.
I began to drive still slower on the outside lane of the highway.

"Honey, I am driving," I began.

"Don't worry, I do all the work," Meena giggled.

My rock hard tensed as I felt her warm fingers probed around the head. She pulled away and slipped a hand up her skirt. I looked up at her amazing eyes staring straight back.
She panted and moaned a little, then pulled her hand up. It was soaked with her pussy juice and she then began to jerk me off using her own Juice. The feeling was amazing for me. She grasped firmly, squeezing and then letting go, squeezing and letting go. Her fingers ran down the length of my cock and stopped at my balls squeezing them hard.
I was sweating now and having trouble switching my gaze between the road and my wife's hand. Precum was oozing from my cock and Meena took some in her finger and ran it along her rosy lips before sucking it all off seductively.
finally, she bent down, flicking the head of my cock with her tongue. I noticed I was holding her hair with my right hand. After she had thoroughly bathed my dick with her tongue, she took the tip of my hardness into her mouth. She sucked lightly, and then tried to take it deeper. Her hand was squeezing my balls.
Meena continued to go deeper and sucked all the way down until my cock hit the back of her throat. She held for a few seconds then drew away, strings of saliva connecting my prick and her tongue. I knew I couldn't last as she sucked and licked and deep throated my throbbing cock. She began squeezing the hilt of my dick with one hand, fondling my balls with the other and licking the head of my dick. I could feel the pressure building in my balls.
She sensed it too and began deepthroating my cock again. I came for what felt like hours and Meena just kept swallowing and swallowing. She pulled off and licked and swallowed what was left cleaning my cum covered dick thoroughly.

I was in heaven...
***
As we were at our destination, Meena agreed to some changes in her plan for Ali and accepted his request and made some necessary decisions and official regulations in this regard.
We were back on Monday. I had to be in our hometown for my shift work at the night.
Afternoon before I went away, Meena complained of headache and neck pain and took some painkillers.
After two hours she called me.

“How do you feel, darling?” I asked.

“Fine, I have no pain but some Muscle tension and neck pain” and added, “Saleh was here, we talked about our journey and about Ali. Saleh and excused himself about his wrong start with me and said that he hopes, I’ll forgive him because he had a bad thinking about me,” She paused short.

“This is good, and I hope he remembers later how you feel and what you are doing for him.”

“I think he became rational and really ashamed of his behaviour,” she said.

“I hope so.”

“By the way, he suggested to massage my neck if I like,” Meena said quietly.

“Why not,” I responded immediately. “If he behaves.”

Meena giggled and said, “We will see, then I am going to him, if you agree.”

“Of course, you shall do if you think it helps.” I emphasised.

Meena informed me some days ago as we discussed about his future, Saleh had a massage education at the time before he came into the jail...
***
After talking with Nadir, Meena went to the flat door and called Saleh. He came out and Meena told him that she had decided for his proposed massage therapy. She went upstairs to change clothes and prepare herself. She wore a loose sport pants and a light blouse, then left to go to the guest house.
As she opened the door, she noticed that Saleh is waiting.

"Wow, you are well prepared.” Meena said, pointing to the massage table at the middle of the anteroom in the guest house.

The table seemed somehow lower in comparison to other massage tables.
Meena thought it is adjusted to Saleh’s small frame.

Saleh stood up and walked up to the table. "Yes, this massage table is a permanent companion of me. I sometimes have somebody to massage. Last 4time I massaged Major and Pari, his wife, currently as I stayed with them.”

"Ok. You mean I can try it out too?" Meena said and giggled while walking up to the table and running her hand over the material.

He had dbangd a bath towel over the massage table.
It feels warm and nice, Meena thought.

"Sure, take your slippers and blouse off, climb on and lay face down, placing your face down on the head rest."

She took her slippers off and got on the table. Before laying down as he said, she took off her Blouse but not her bra.
He looked at her beautiful nearly naked back and her perfect ass which sticking up and thought, what a sight.

"Saleh, I hope you know how to give a massage," Meena said and giggled while briefly raising her head.

"Oh...Uh...well...yes, I guess you could say that I do. I have studied and trained the various techniques.” Saleh shouted, “trust me, that will make you feel really good. You’ll see.”

“Ok. I give myself in your hands if it makes me feel a bit better.” She turned her head and gave him a little smile, then laid her head back in the headrest.

"Well, you... Need to get... Totally undressed to have it done properly, otherwise your bra and your pants get dirty from massage oil. You have a towel here,“ and showed her a large bath towel, “I leave you for a moment if you want,”
He waited for an answer.

Meena thought shortly and then whispered, “Please.”

Saleh went outside. Two minutes later he knocked at the door cracking it a bit and asking if it was okay to come in.

Meena said, “Yes, please.”

When he entered the room Meena was lying on the massage table with the towel dbangd over her behind. She was a pretty sight with her legs and half her thighs exposed. Her shoulders and upper back were free, and her back looked so soft and smooth that he could barely wait to feel her flesh. But he had to control himself, his job for now was to give her a massage.

“Are we ready Meena,” Saleh asked.”

“Yes, I am,” she whispered talking into the table matting.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.” Saleh began massaging her neck and shoulders with his fingers and after some minutes working his way down her back.
He massaged her back for about ten minutes.

Meena was really enjoying his masterly touch and completely relaxing.
Eventually he walked around the table to her feet and began stroking up the calves of her legs. Meena was so soft, and her legs felt so nice. He spent a few minutes deep rubbing her muscles slowly working up to her knees. Then He started going higher squeezing and massaging her thighs right up to the edge of the towel that covered her rear end.
Saleh was getting rather turned on feeling her warm skin and was beginning to get a bit bold. Meena was quiet and said nothing. He inched his hands up under the towel a little feeling her thighs and massaging them. She wasn’t still saying anything. So, he went a bit higher almost half up her thighs.

“Is that okay Meena?” He asked.

“Am I making you uncomfortable? I am trying to get you completely relaxed; your muscles are very tense.” Saleh thought he’d better ask before she got upset.

Meena felt warm and enjoyed his attention. Without thinking, she moaned out with a sigh, “ohhhh… no…, it feels good.”

Saleh continued rubbing her legs and running his hands up and down her soft fleshy thighs creeping up higher each time. He wasn’t sure how she felt about what he was doing, but it certainly was arousing him.
His fingers were stroking higher massaging almost to her ass. Not being able to see under the towel he was sure he was getting close to touching her panties. Actually, he was surprised she was allowing him to do this. He was expecting any second to hear her complain that he was getting too personal with her. His hands went up under the towel again, only this time he went a bit too far and his two thumbs brushed up into her crotch right at the edge of her panties. The adrenaline rushed through him as he expected her to jump up from the table.

Instead, she let out a deep long sigh, “Oooouuuu. That feels sooooo…. good.” Meena was actually not thinking further, but her enjoyful relaxation and her great indulgence of expertly moving of his hands.

He hesitated for a moment and then asked while his hands were running up her thighs again. “Keep going?”

“Oh, yes… Yes…” Meena moaned.

Saleh continued massaging her legs and thighs. Every so often he would purposely touch her panties again. One time he caressed the bottom of her ass through her undies and then another couple times lightly touching against her pussy. Not once did Meena complain. In fact, she was letting out soft little sighs and taking deep breaths. She was enjoying this, he thought.
Saleh decided to make the most of the situation and go all the way up.
He rubbed his thumbs right up over her panties between her legs. He felt immediately that Meena was wet, and her panties were soaked.
She was aroused by his touch. Now Saleh has gained self-confidence and moved his hands to her ass and gently massaged her ass cheeks through her underwear. Then he stroked back down between her legs, making sure his fingers touched across her pussy.

She burst out with a deep, long sigh whispering, “oh yes…”

“Does that feel good Meena?” He asked.

“Yess… Oh Yesss”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes… please…” Meena breathed.

Abruptly Saleh pulled the towel off her rear end. ‘Wow, what a body,” He thought to himself, ‘She is so beautiful and such a gorgeous ass,‘ He placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties just sort of teasing her flesh underneath.
“Shall we take these off?” Saleh suggested.

She raised her hips in consent and he slowly tugged them down her legs.
Saleh’s hands began roaming all over Meena’s body. He was literally feeling her up rather than massaging and she obviously loved it. He gently spread her legs apart and could see her pussy actually dripping juices onto the table. Then he slid his hand between her thighs and started stroking two fingers through her cunt. He could even feel her clit getting harder, then he began to manipulate her clit, working the little nub between his fingertips. He traced up and down her slit caressing her more gently than she would have ever expected. He slowly inserted his index finger into her steamy channel, marvelling at the warmth.
"Ohhh, ohhhh…" Meena purred.

She could feel every brush of his fingers over her love bud.
He was so excited at this point that his cock started to move in his pants. Then, as Meena moaned out, he just pushed both fingers completely inside.

“Oh yes…,” she blurted out.

Saleh shoved them deep inside her hot wet pussy making Meena wiggle her ass as if trying to help him finger fuck her own cunt, “Do you like that Meena?”

She only moaned, “Ohhhhh, … you… make me...”

Saleh didn’t need to hear anymore. He played with her juicy little pussy with both fingers until they were covered in cunt juices. His other hand was busy feeling her ass cheeks.

“Do you want to cum, Meena?” Saleh said.

“Yes,… yes…” she panted out.

He had Meena constantly moaning by the time. He finally withdrew and helped her sort of half kneel up.

“Just close your eyes and relax,” He suggested.

Then he moved her hand back to her cunt slipping three fingers in and out of her. Each time he entered, he used a different three fingers until his whole hand was covered in pussy juice. Meena could feel her body shudder uncontrollably.
Then he leaned down to whisper in her ear as he wiggled his fingers deeper into her cunt.

“Do you like that Meena? Am I treating you good?” He asked.

“Ohh, yes…,” she cried out pushing back with her ass trying to get his fingers in deeper.
She was moaning continually not understandable murmuring. Saleh felt that Meena was going to cum right then.

“Ohhhhhh, Gooooddd… I’…m… cu……mmmm…iin…gggg….” Meena was cumming so hard that she was nearly in tears.

Saleh pulled his hand back slightly stretching her cunt wide, if he wanted her to feel like he had her cunt gaping.

She screamed, “Ohhhhhh,….ohhhhhh… cum…..ming…”

He made her cunt stretch so wide with his fingers each time that she sucked in air as if she were afraid his fingers were ripping her open. Then she screeched out almost as if her orgasm started all over again. She was cumming hard and he wasn’t letting her stop. By the time he finally yanked his hand out she must have cum two times in succession. After her gigantic orgasms she was still wildly moaning out.
Meena could still feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as she came down from her enormous orgasm. Immediately after Meena has calmed down, Saleh left the room to outside and standing near to flat door, lit a cigarette.

Shortly afterwards Meena hurried out and while trying not to look drecttly at him, whispered, “Thank you Saleh…” And left for main house...

* * *

I came back from hospital at midnight after two emergency operations. Meena has tried to call me previously two times but couldn’t reach me. When I came home, she was sleeping.
The next day I slept long, and she had had to go to work earlier. We saw each other in the afternoon. I was sitting at dining room when she came back.

“I have a lot to tell, I'm just changing quickly.” Meena said after she kissed my lips briefly.

When she was there, she talked about her time with Saleh and the massege and how it ended.
Meena was very excited while telling the details.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“Yes,… yes… very much…” She kissed me and asked, “is that bed?”

I responded immediately, “No, no, certainly not. This is the point: when you accept it and you enjoy it, I agree with it and I am happy” and added, “The main thing is with your consent.”

She kissed me again, but a bit longer, “Then I have no bad conscience.”

“You don't need to have a bad conscience; I am with you, and I love it when you are lucky and satisfied.” I took a short pause while she swallowed her coffee, then went on, “only I have one problem, or better said, it's a riddle for me…”.

“What is that?”

“His behaviour, this is not normal for a man,”

“Yes, I understand it, it’s a little bit abnormal when a man doesn’t try more…”

“Then I am right, he did not try to…to…?”

“No, but if he had, there was no way, because I didn’t want to…”

“This is not normal… First time as he forced you… And this time…”

“I know what you mean… Perhaps he has a problem…”

“What kind of problem do you think?”

Meena shrugged her shoulders, “How should I know, after all you are the doctor.” And giggled.

“Yes, but I mean, perhaps you noticed if he has an erection…”

“No… no… I did not notice anything in that direction… I mean I did not notice his erection… On the other hand, he always had his pants on.”

“Then you have to be attentive next time.”

“You mean to take off his underpants?” She asked jokingly looking at me.

“Why not, if you are as curious as me?” I laughed and added, “He had ended
up taking off your underwear too,” And laughed.

Meena glared first, then giggled and said, “No problem for me, I’ll do if you want…”.

That night we did not continue our conversation about this subject and went to bed earlier...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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Deepakhawk · 29-10-2025, 10:17 PM

Great please continue, and write more!! it's a great story

Demeter

Just A Dream ?!

A few months have passed since Meena’s uncle, Mansour was killed in a car accident. His Friend Saleh was gone and opened a real estate branch in his hometown. Our daily life returned to a normal, married couple lifestyle, hanging out with our friends, work, and the occasional love making.
We had now sex one or two times a week.
We had contact with Major’s family and from time to time visited them mostly because his wife has not fared well. Meena appreciated her high esteem, and unfortunately her illness had progressed in last time. Some weeks ago he had to take her to the hospital and some rainy day we are notified that she has passed away. Meena was very upset for some days. Then the life found its daily rhythm.
***
I was carefree and not in a hurry to change the situation and find a new exciting adventure even if I thought often about it. But for me, sometimes the thought that the life goes by quickly without any special, exciting time was almost frightened.
Since Mansour’s arrival in our lives, we had experienced many fiery activities and adventures. Those days introduced us to another world, a somehow very exciting lifestyle we didn't know before his appearance. Previously me and my beautiful wife couldn’t envision being part of such lewd adventures.
I had to admit that actually these happenings revealed some drives in deeper parts of my psyche. I discovered my desire and lust to dream of and even to watch my wife, Meena, with other persons.
The dreaming of or watching her pleasing other men, gave me an unbelievable feeling and pleasure.
Before these occurrences I looked at such a behaviour or habit as perversion, and now I considered it as a normal and for me highly pleasant act.
Subsequently, at this silent phase of our life, now and then, I was always eager to dream about my beloved Meena behaving like in the time of the presence and visits of his uncle Mansour every chance I could. Yes, I have been yet obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the last months.
About Meena, I used to know that she loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life pass across her darkened eyelids.
She had confessed this many times and she admitted that the clarity of her daydreams was outstanding, most being stunningly alive in vivid Technicolor! Even at early 30s of her life, Meena wondered if she was different than most women and if other women visualized their past and their dreams in such detail. She spoke many times about these day dreamings with me.

It was all about her journey through life telling me it was like yesterday that she was a girl, a young girl gaining experience in the world without any regrets or fears, she was a girl trying desperately to prove to everyone that she was a well-refined, vibrant woman, just before she met me and fell in love with me.
Sometimes I wondered if Meena is fantasizing especially about some of the naughty and erotic events that happened to her over the last months especially with her uncle Mansi, and wondered if she would behave the same and do things again or would do differently…

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Meena’s naration

The weekend was ahead, and it promised to be one of those rare opportunities to be alone. I was slowly getting rid of the grief and sadness over the death of the Major's kind wife. My husband, Nadir, had gone away for a weekend congress, and he had left a couple of hours earlier. I welcomed the alone time because it afforded me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. With the aspect of cold rainy days just around the corner that does not allow me to go swimming or sport in free, it seemed these days that I felt a powerful urge to think or dream.

I questioned often if I had missed something or if things should have been different. Did I have any regrets, I wondered?
I was really looking forward to being home alone for the rest of the weekend. When Nadir first told me about his trip, I was sad, but it soon turned to elation when I realized the freedom I would have. I was already in a dreamlike state of mind when the sun was in fading I got home from work and the weekend officially began. Rushing downstairs and out to the guest house, I threw myself on the bed there.
For some strange reason, I had decided to use that bedroom for my fantasy escapades. Maybe not using the bedroom I shared with my Nadir, I reasoned, alleviated some of the guilt feelings for acting secretively.
I landed on the bed letting out a big sigh of exhaustion from the long workweek. Lying spread-eagled on the bed with my arms stretched out over my head, my mind immediately went into fantasyland. At this point I would dream of watching myself, as an actress playing the role of Meena, moving from one event to the next, from one chapter to the next.
I smiled to myself, reflecting for a moment how lucky I had been to meet and fell in love Nadir, but abruptedly came the face of my uncle, Mansour in front of my eyes and then…
I am dreaming. I see a silhouette at the window I look out at the full moon from window, the strange silhouette is not there. A moment I wonder where he is, perhaps he tries to come in and to find me. I hear a push on the door. The lock that could keep that stranger out do not exist. Then he is in, a silhouette with a complete outline.
There is Mansour standing in front of the door! A yearning clenches in my stomach. Some months are passed since he is dead, I know this for sure but he is there again. The silhouette turns to me, I could see clearly now, his muscles tense and chest heaving, a red glow emanating from the black depths of his eyes, his face hard and frozen as he concentrates and regains his control over his body. I feel terrified, but I can’t move. He is looking in my direction.
I feel watched and notice that I am completely naked. As I see his gaze on me, a nervous shiver ran down my spine. It seems if he is trying to defeat, conquer and then occupy me with his look. He moves forward and at the next moment
he is with me.
Beneath my skin, I feel something strong and unseen rolls against my weak and powerless body, like a heat spread through the waves on a water surface.
His lips slip easily over my skin, spiralling around my now lightly damp waist. They emerge to crawl slowly over my stomach, tracing the curves of my breasts, gliding over my nipples, squeezing and biting them gently.
Meanwhile, his strong feet encircle my ankles, pulling me gently forward, crawling up my legs.
My arousal blossoms and juices flew between my cunt lips as his upper thighs tighten around my thighs, bending my knees, and spreading me wide.
His one hand emerges to run over my mound, making me moan as it slips through my wetness. I arch my back as it pushes slowly over my swollen pearl, circling gently.
Then the fingers of his other hand reach my waist, spiralling around my arms, ringing my breasts, playing with my now erect nipples. I hear me, I moan softly as the first hand flows again between my legs, pushing gently through my entrance, diving deep within me and corkscrewing along my passage. Rocking my hips, I encourage more contact as the fingers twist and spread inside of me, forcing a long delighted cry from my throat. I stretch my arms, arching my back and shaking as I feel the pulse of pleasure breaking within.
I squeeze my eyelids tightly together while a shuddering breath. The room is very dark except for the soft blue light of the moon shining through the thin curtains. I cannot move. My knees are bent to my sides and flattened against
the bed. I whimper and groan at the fire between my legs, the heat radiating up my stomach, spreading across every nerve in my body.
He pulls himself down, he is between my legs. Now his tongue playing across my clit, sucking, and licking as he holds my wrists tightly behind her back, pinning me to the bed. He pauses to drive a long tongue deep into my hole, causing me to cry out in hunger. In one moment, strong slick scales caressed my skin, twisting endlessly against the length of my shivering hull.
There is no motion. I open my eyes and look down; I see Mansoor watching me over my mound. A soft red glow burning in the centre of his black eyes as his tongue flicks inside me one more time, sharp and hot, making my hips buck uncontrollably. His strong hands wrap around my wrists and pull my arms behind my back. His shoulder pressed against my open thigh.
The muscles in his arms bulge with the effort to hold me, keeping me immobilized. Each movement shoots a somehow pleasant pain through my body. His Tongue inside me begins thrusting, bulging, twisting as I squirm and writhe but unable to move, a tense frustrated frenzy begins wracking my body...
Feeling me tremble, he begins to gently chew on my swollen bud. Quite suddenly, I cry out in desperate ecstasy, pleasure wracking through my body as a hot wave of pleasure made my back arch more stiffly, my hips dancing wildly as I climax.
"Let go, please… let me go Mansi," I groan desperately as my body jolts with the pulsing orgasm.
He is pinning me down when every particle in my body wants to expand, vibrate, and burst apart...
I feel my juices pour into his mouth and he rolls his tongue languidly around my cunt lips, savouring the taste.
He pauses momentarily and watch my stomach quivering and my breasts bouncing.
"Oh, my princess, I've missed you..." Mansi purrs as he slipped his finger between my wet lips and gently fingers the swollen clit, my ass jolted up and
I whimper.
"So sensitive," he whispers in a low soft growl.
I know Mansour’s giant cock is now completely erect and throbbing. He bends his head and begins a long leisurely lick from my mound to my clit, spreading his tongue broadly through my drenched pussy lips, relishing the taste of the
orgasm he had forced upon me.
I meow at the feel of his tongue, my legs quivering madly again as I feel more fluids gush into his mouth.
He still hold me tight, while my small wrists easily contain in his large hands.
I know he enjoys my weak attempts to escape, similar to previous times.
I know how easily he would ignore them.
Uncle Mansi begins to nip the soft flesh on the inside of my sensitive thighs as my trembling starts to diminish.
Hearing a new soft moan with each bite, he takes a large piece in his mouth and bites down, causing me to cry out in pain. At this, I feel he is smiling as always when he caused me to cry out. I know now for sure that his cock is suffering for my hot, open cunt. Eagerly, he frees my wrists and easily flips me over.
I lay limp and trembling as Mansi wraps my arms behind my back, holding them down with one hand as he rubs the head of his gigantic prick over the crack of my ass, through my slit and spreading my cunt lips.
With his knees, he kicks my legs apart, opening me up before him and lifted me with his burning massive stick.
"I wonder... Have you missed your uncle? Yes, I see, your hot pussy has missed her owner…" His soft gravely whisper melts my stomach and I spread automatically my thighs wide to encourage my dear uncle.
He aligns the head of his cock against my entrance and begins to press lightly. I moan softly and lift my ass to him.
"No, no, my princess, my Meena ... tell me."
"Meena ... tell me how you missed me..."
"I've missed you so much." I whisper, moving my hips hungrily as my uncle rubs the tip of his big bulb over my clit.
"Are you ready for me?" He asks.
"I..." But before I continue, Mansour thrusts into me suddenly cutting my words off.
I feel it, I am slick but tight and his aggressive fat rod backs into me, forcing the wide head against my cervix. A sharp pressure shot through my stomach, and I release a strangled cry as a new surge of pleasure spread over my hips.
My cunt is like a hot vice around his corpulent shaft and my velvety muscles down there clenching around it.
He feels this and growls softly, "Yes, you are my sweet princess..."
Determining to stretch the tight walls, he takes a hold of my upper arms and pulls my back towards him, working his hips in circles, while my whimpers motivating him to push harder against the soft barrier within my body.
I knew from the past times, that my soft and tender skin against his, sending electricity through his muscles, exciting his hunger for my body. He had always stressed, he could devour me, swallow up me, consume me and break me against him. A sheen of sweat begins to glisten on my skin. He hears my pant he pauses for a moment with the tip of his shaft pressed against my inner barrier, seeking control.
I don’t know why, but there is fear that lay just beneath my arousal.
Mansour closes his eyes as if concentrate to force the high flames of his sexual desire for me into a distant corner of his mind. I see his nostrils flaring, if he brings in the scent of my eager cunt and then whispers, " you are pure femininity my baby… you are the hints of lavender… you are the smell of sun…".
When he opened his eyes, I watch and notice a hot red glow burned in his black eyes. Then I feel he begins to ravish my body; fucking me with an animal like aggression.
I cry out weakly with each plunge, his gigantic cock gliding hotly down my passage, burning me from within. The heat rose through my stomach as a new orgasm swelled inside me. Each new thrust pledges to burst the delicate bubble of pleasure.
I begin finally to beg; a whispered repeated song of: "please Mansi… please Mansi..."
Dropping my arms, he tangles with strong fingers through my hair and pulls back to him, his mouth closing over the soft slope of my neck, his proud cock bending inside my body as he wraps an arm around my waist and thrust upwards, lifting me on his aggressive pole...
I cry out as his hand grabs tight at her breast while his teeth sinking into the nap of my neck, releasing a wave of pure ecstasy through my body.
Deliriously, I roll forward, shaking and trembling uncontrollably with my new climax.
He wraps another arm across my chest, holding my convulsing body firmly against him as he continues to thrust, groaning as my lost and occupied cunt begins to spasm around his cruel rod.
A deep rumble of growling fills the room as he released himself far inside of my body. With each new powerful thrust, hot ropes of his hot cum coat my cunt, lifting me with his proud prick, holding me so tight that I have to gasp for breath.
When the tremors in my thighs dissipated, he lowers me to the bed and continues to thrust softly against my smooth buttocks, letting the last throbs of cum empty into my now lost body.
Exhaling slowly, he straightens his back and I could imagine he looks down at my pale figure beneath him, admiring his work. I am moaning softly, my hair fluttering covers my face. There is a shore pause, a deep silence. I think he is watching my conquered and occupied body as the moonlight from the window highlights the curves of it.
I can guess he thinks now that I could take another long fucking, as he racks his strong fingers over the lean muscles in my back. He lowers himself gently against me and begin to kiss my back which cause me to shiver.
"What a nice dream you have, my princess," he whispers, a smile evident in his voice.
He lets his cock rest between my ass cheeks as he covers my body with his.
His words prick at my mind, even though I am too weak to think. Am I dreaming? or is he really back? My insides are still really warm, waves of pleasure still rolling through my legs and stomach.
The feeling of him on top of me, warm and strong, is comforting and real, it cannot be just a dream. I need to turn to him, wrap my arms and legs around his waist, to invite him deep inside me once more. But I can’t move, she can’t think, my mind fuzzy and dull.
His lips are gliding over my shoulders, pulling me out of the motionless reverie.
I roll finally over to face him and he leans in to kiss me, his thick lips caressing mine but not forcing them open. Moving down my chin, his lips brush against my neck and tickles the soft spot above my shoulder. His long nose brushes against my skin, burrowing his face in my neck. His teeth nip the sensitive flesh there causing me chuckling softly, squirm away from him.
He closes a hand around the back of my neck, the fingers tight and firm.
I open my eyes to find him peering with his deep and intense eyes down at me.
I get scared for a moment and my mind began to clear.
"How did you get in Mansi? Is this real?" There is a slight tremble in my voice, I hear.
"Does somebody attempt to lock me out?" He asks, amused. The soft gravel in his voice sends a hint of electric wave dancing down my back.
"I told you before," a small smile appears on the corner of his lips.
"Nothing and Nobody can lock me out as long as you do not want it" He lowers his head and starts to kiss the space beneath my chin, glancing up to watch my eyes flutter and roll back.
"This will work out quite nicely, I think." He pauses to glance out of window in the darkness.
My eyes widen at this, and I move away from him. "No, no Mansi, please..."
I hear my voice firm but desperate. He frowns, his expression turns hard and intense.
I ignore it and continue, "There is Nadir... what if ..."
"Will you argue? Nobody can stop…" His expression caused a tingle of fear to crawl up my spine and I start to move away from him.
He took my knee and pulls my leg over his hip, leaning into me now, holding her down with his weight.
"What if Nadir notices?" I murmur as he dips his head and begins kissing my neck once again.
He smiles while his lips caress my skin and cause me shiver. He doesn’t reply but I can see the glitter with excitement in his eyes as he hears the fear in my voice. I sense his prick twitches and begin to swell at the discomfort and ailment in my words.
He rakes his teeth over my nipple and takes the bulge of her breast hungrily into his mouth. I feel myself so fragile and soft, so easily torn beneath him.
"You can't be here... " I wince.
I feel the fear begins to lay down comfortably in my heart.
I try to speak again, but I choke as he bites down on my nipple, pain and pleasure closing my throat.
"Just temporary my sweet princess. " He says between kisses. He is biting softly now, dragging his teeth along my skin. "Just the times you want and need me, before we are one some day..."
"No. No, I don't…" I interrupt him. "I don't want to leave Nadir, never..."
Abruptly, he lifts his head to look at me, the sudden movement startling me silent. His face is hard. His sharp features drawn, his brow furrowed.
"You do not belong here and to him." His voice is quiet and soft, but it makes me think of an unsheathing sword. "You belong with me... You must be with me, for ever..."
I feel a note of desperation lay beneath his soft growl. I sense a small crack in the stone wall, revealing a trace of fear.
"He is not worth you and this is no place for us, my darling..." He whispers again, regaining his serenity. "You do not serve him or anybody else..." And kissing my nose lightly adds "...only me, your uncle..."
He bends to bite my neck, his teeth sharp against my collarbone. He spread my knees wide with his legs and abruptedly enters my body, his swollen cock once again is hard and hot in me.
It is hot, unnaturally hot. Warmth envelops me and my thoughts run around. "It's... Too hot... I'm too hot." I tilt my head back, trying to gulp fresh air.
"Do you feel it?" He breathes into my ear. Broad red bands appear on his skin, rising from his chest to his neck.
"You had and have the strength to take it and it belongs to you, for ever my hot princess." A low growling purr comes from his throat.
He rises above me, wrapping two strong hands around my hips, forcing me further onto his cock. He is on his knees, easily holding my body up to him, digging his strong fingers into my hips. I stretch my arms out for support and search for supporting, but he holds me too high.
Beads of sweat dots on my chest and drips from my stomach. His rigid cock feels like fire buried deep inside my womb, burning through me, forcing a new wave of pleasure to spread through my body. I cry out as the mounting waves crashes and floods me with another rush of ecstasy. I shake beneath him, feeling the walls of my cunt pulsing around his cock.
Mansi holds me tight while he is enjoying the velvety pressure enveloping his shaft. I know he watches proudly how my eyes roll back and my mouth stretch silently with pleasure. My breath is heavy, my breast tilts up while my back arches at an angle. I stay like this for a long moment, frozen in time as my orgasm overtakes me again. As I calm down and relax, he drops my hips, pulls out his pulsating cock shiny from my Juices and pulls me flabbily upright. He holds the back of my neck firmly and forces his sharp shaft through my lips and erupts against the back of my throat. He moans loudly when I work hungrily my horny tongue and suck his fat cock eagerly.
"Suck it my baby.. Swallow it my baby… you are my girl… " He whispers.
I struggle to swallow, white streams of juice spilling from the corners of my mouth.
"Swallow it princess..." He growls and I gulp obediently, sucking the large head of his cock and bolting down each new pulsating flow of cum.
He growls and arches, pressing his hips into my face.
When the last shot of cum spills from the head of his cock, he lays backwards on the bed, still holding my head to him.
"I want you to lick me clean my sweet girl…" He purrs, gathering the long waves of hair from my face and holds the heap in his tight fist.
I use dutifully my searching tongue to slowly clean his now shaft, my soft lips wrapping softly around the deep purple red head, sucking gently and devotedly as new lazy spurts of cum leaks out.
"Aaaah, yes my darling..." He groans as I feel his muscles relax and softens.
I lift my head to find him watching me, one arm behind his head, deep dark eyes glittering in the moonlight. He lets go of my hair and smiles pleased and satisfied as it fell around my shoulders. I feel submissively proud for a moment that he is so pleased with my obedient femininity and at the next moment I am ashamed of this feeling. Perhaps he feels about this.
"My sweet princess, you are truly beautiful; your skin, your soft curls, your lips, your breasts, your nipples and your pussy... This is a true story book princess, and she is all mine," he speaks.
I look down at my body looking at my pale skin which seems to glow with the moonlight.
"My sexy hot princess," he purrs, caressing the slope of my neck, combing long thin fingers through my hair. He wants to keep me like this always I guess; naked, exposed and wanton. My skin cool against his stomach, my naked body stretched across the bed before him makes him desperately possessive, I guess.
"What do you want me to do, then?" I aks, laying my cheek against his stomach "My brave uncle?"
Mansi brushes my hair over my shoulder and chuckles softly. I imagine he can still smell a feint sweet hint of my sex.
"No, my dear, not a brave uncle…" His voice a soft hoarse whisper as he smiles wickedly down at me.
"I'm your dragon.". And continues, "Just obey your will and your body’s wish, be my brave princess forever and never forget me, never try to forget the extraordinary and unique feeling and joy I can give you, never try to forget the pleasure your body can experience when I am around you with you and in you."

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Smell it but don't tear it off
Demeter

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Demeter

Meena, seductive - hot in the dim light of Jalal's library ...

Demeter

The Confession

When my wife Meena came home from shopping last week, I discovered that she had also bought three double packs of hold-up stockings in black, skin colour and white in addition to the normal weekend shopping!
I was a little surprised about this, but at the same time I was looking forward to the coming weekend all the more and was already imagining my sweetheart in a matching outfit, she seemed to have something exciting planned, but I was soon to find out that it had nothing to do with me...
The three packs fell into my hands when I was clearing away the shopping and I held them out to Meena and asked her what she was planning to do with them.
'Oh darling,' said my sweet wife, 'I wanted to talk to you about that tonight!'
'Ok,' I beamed at her and pressed the stockings into her hand, 'I'm very excited, sweetie,' and gave her a kiss on her full lips, which she returned intensely.

***

At dinner Meena seemed a bit tense to me, not as funny and relaxed as usual, well, I thought to myself, something is bothering her, but I'm sure I'll find out soon!
Later, she took control of the remote and watched a love story while I passed
the time on my tablet, so I had to be patient...

Then we went to bed relatively early.
Meena was still in the bathroom, I was only in shorts waiting eagerly for her and hoped she would show me her stockings with the matching suspenders. My cock was already stirring in anticipation, but it was to be quite different...
Meena finally came out of the bathroom after a few endless minutes, unfortunately not in suspenders, stockings and heels, I was a little disappointed, but she was still a feast for the eyes in her shirt and panties as always!
I took her in my arms and she cuddled up to me in our big bed, her head lay on my chest and I played with her blonde hair.
I had left the small light on at the side of the bed, because no matter whether Meena wanted to talk to me now or whether we were about to have sex together.
I always like to see my sweetheart and her dream body, it's not so much fun for me in the dark!

'Well my sweety,' I began, 'you wanted to tell me something or explain something, didn't you?'

"Yes darling," Meena replied, "but it's not easy for me and I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want you to misunderstand me and be angry with me if I explain something to you now... Can you promise me that we can discuss this in peace and that you will still love me?"

I looked at her uncomprehendingly, I have no idea what it's about, 'but you know-..,' I said to Meena, 'I love you more than anything and will forgive you everything if you are always honest with me, that's what we swore to each other at our wedding and I still stand by that today,..' took her head in both hands and pressed a big kiss on her lips...

Meena looked deep into my eyes and said, "All right, then take me in your arms and listen to me, Nadir! I love you as much as you love me, but a few things have happened recently that you should know about and that I should perhaps keep secret, but I can not do that to you, I'm just too honest for that and secrecy should not be part of a great marriage like ours and it only undermines the relationship!! That's why I'm so grateful to you, my darling, that you let me fly to Palolem Goa or Arambol Goa alone with my best friends for a week some times, even though you know very well that we girls do not just lie on the beach in the sun but also have a lot of fun with strange boys and men, don't you?"

'Yes Meena, I realise that, I have discussed it with you and accepted it, in this one week you are always free and can do what you want, the only condition is, no contacts with the guys when you are back home, there you can let the guys fuck you, And at diwali we go out separately and enjoy the non-binding fun, you with your girl friends and I with my friends, and we both know that drinking, dancing, having fun and some flirting are just part of it on these days!'

"Of course darling, I know that and I really appreciate that you do not ask me after the week or after diwali how many men I danced with or let myself be kissed, groped and what they have done to me! But now I have to confess something else to you and I hope you can understand me! I need the hold-up stockings I bought today for the office!"

'Why in the office Meena?'

'That's a slightly longer story, my dear Nadir.'

'Ok, I'm really looking forward to it!'

When Meena started to tell her story, she rubbed my tummy and her hand occasionally disappeared into my pants and caressed my cock, which surprisingly also swelled a little during her story.

"I'm sure you remember that I had to medical professionals as work colleagues with whom I worked on various studies, don't you?"

'Oh, yes, that was a bad time, always the uncertainty of what would happen next, but now you have been at your station and own office for over a year and I notice that you seem to feel quite comfortable there, don't you?'

"Yes, I really enjoy working there, but if I was not so tolerant and accommodating the senior physician and also to my colleagues, I could not have had such a pleasant and successful time there!"

'So, why is that?'

"Nadir, can you remember when senior physician took me on a medical congress at the end of my of the study that I have to supervise?"

'Yes, very well, you were so happy afterwards!'

'Do you want to know why I was so happy?'

'Yes, absolutely Meena!'

"It was only one night, Nadir, but it was quite something, I had a nice dinner with Mr. Yadav (senior physician) in the evening and we discussed my study and how things should continue, he told me that he had the new contract of carriage ready in his room and that he would like to sign it the next day, but that I should read it first and then sign it first. I said fine, I woul pick up the contract straight away and bring it down with me for breakfast in the morning.
Mr Yadav told me to leave the contract in his room, Meena, and that I should read it over and sign it! So after dinner I went to his room with him, before that we went to the bar and had a drink, he invited me to celebrate the day. I read through everything carefully, there was more salary, more responsibility, so everything was actually OK... I thought? Only one point was a bit vague: 'Mrs Meena Salimi. must occasionall follow the instructions of Mr Yadav and and several senior consultants'. I was not aware of the implications of this point, so I happily signed the contract, which was initially limited to one year! I handed it to Mr Yadav and he looked at me with a grin and said to me: 'should I sign this contract too?' 'Yes, of course, I would be delighted! I would like to postpone this until tomorrow morning, Meena. because then I will know whether the night went to my satisfaction! What do you mean, Dr Yadav?' Are you really so hard up, so pretty and so obtuse! So in plain language, Tonight, I wount to fuck you one time now here in this room and on this marvellous double bed!! I looked at him Nadir, and was back in the same situation as every time, either I let Mr Yadav fuck me or I'm out. I was thinking while Dr Yadav was checking me out and already undressing me with his eyes, what should I do..,"

'So you let him fuck you, right?'

"Yes, my love it was the only option and he had me in the palm of his hand! I did my best and he fucked me in several positions that night until he fell asleep satisfied and quite exhausted, I did not feel like going to my room and stayed right there. Sometime in the morning, it was still dark, I felt his hard cock in my crack again, he took me from behind again while lying down, came in me again and fell asleep again while his limp cock was stuck in me! When it got light, I woke up first, played around with his cock a little until it got hard again, got on top of him and started to ride him until he woke up, held out the contract to him and without hesitation he signed it while I continued to ride his cock and shortly afterwards he filled me up for the umpteenth time... that's how I got my contract, Nadir! Bad?"

'No why Meena, I just hope you had a little fun with it!'

"I did, I have been fucked worse than by Dr Yavad!"

When Meena told me all this, my cock got harder and harder, although she did not work on the strap...
Meena noticed that too of course, someone was stretching their head, she said and rubbed two fingers over my glans and as the fabric of the panty was in between, it was a very strange but hot feeling, as my glans is very sensitive when it is exposed like now!

'Keep going Meena!'

"What should I do next, work on your cock or go on talking?!

'Tell of course, that's certainly not all, is it?'

"Dr Yavad then fucked me again later in the shower from behind and we even had to hurry to get something from the breakfast buffet! On the way back in the car, he praised me for the first time since I had joined the university hospital and said that we would definitely have a good and close assisting relationship! And we did, but not only Mr. Yadav but also the other senior consultants benefited from my 'new!' assistant professor contract."

'What now?'

"Well, shortly afterwards there was the training course Dr Yavad sent me along with a few colleagues to support them, as you can imagine my darling!"

'Of course, you fucked around with all of them, you horny bitch!'

"I had to, darling, and most of the time I even enjoyed it..."

'And the many other "study courses"?'

"Well, somehow word got round in the hospital and everyone begged Mr Yadav to take me on conference trips! But he first sent me on conferences with the colleagues who were important to him in the hospital, as a reward they were then allowed to fuck me, unfortunately there were always colleagues there who I did not like at all, but I could not do anything about it and always tried to do my best in bed!"

'Poor you, come here Meena, give me a hug,' I feel sorry for my Meena and I hugged her tightly while she was still working on my cock...

"Well my heart, I usually have fun doing it, my colleagues are always very nice to me!"

'It's just as well, Meena my love, that you are such a pretty girl with such a great body!'

'But why did you buy the hold-ups now? Did Mr Yadav tell you to or what?'

'No, I decided that for myself.'

'And why?'

'Well, there's more to come...'

'What next?'

"There are also colleagues who are not allowed to go on training courses, but they have their needs in the laboratory too!"

'What needs?'

"Well, the assistans I have been to bed with also tell others in the department,of course, and then the others are logically jealous!"

'Oh, now I see what you mean Meena, you get fucked in the laboratory too!'

'Yes, bad?'

'Ok. tell me!' I was about to cum just thinking about it....

"You have noticed that I almost always go to the hospital in a short skirt, except when I take the bus to the hospital."

'Yes.'

'My colleagues like that!'

'Me too!'

"I just feel really comfortable in clothes like that and it's always appreciated in the laboratory office and it's also very practical!"

'Practical how?'

"It has to be quick in there, as we all have a lot to do and no time, if Mr Yadav finds out that my colleagues are having fun with me during working hours, he will be in real trouble!"

'So what's the solution?'

"Either I take the time to work overtime with my colleagues after work, but of course Mr Yadav does not pay me or the other assistant doctors for that, because we are not working, we are, you know..."

'Fucking!'

"Exactly! And I'm not really up for it, I only make an exception with really nice assistants and we have a good shag in my or his office after work!"

'You bitch! I love you!'

'I love you too, only you my life, really!!'

'Get to the point, there's only the quick fuck in the toilet or during the break!'

"Exactly my dear man! I do not like going to the toilet that much, it's possible at carnival but it's not so great in the office, so the only thing left is the lunch break (if you and I are not having lunch together) - 45 minutes after all! The horny colleagues in need are welcome to send me their preferred time, either 10 minutes at the beginning of the break or 10 minutes at the end!"

'Only 10 minutes?'

'That's why the short skirt shortens access times immensely!'

'Sure, that's logical!'

"The date usually goes like this: a colleague comes into the office, quickly locks up, briefly asks how he wants to have me, it's only possible on the desk and legs wide or standing at the desk from behind! Most of them want to fuck me from behind, so skirt up, briefs to the side or quickly pulled down, bend forwards and the hopefully already hard colleague's cock pushes itself into me, then quick hard thrusts and the colleague squirts his sperm into me! Cock out, and while he packs his part away, I clean myself up a bit, wipe my dripping cunt as clean and dry as possible and usually we both go to lunch together, he has to help pay for me... then quickly back again and do the same with the other colleague again!"

'It's sooo stressful for you, don't!?'

'Yes, but it's no use, there's no other way!'

'And you let all your colleagues cum into you?'

"Yes of course I'm on the pill "you know!" and how do you imagine my colleague pulling his cock out just beforehand and squirting his stuff around my office? That might be a bit of a mess! And you can not squirt on me either, Nadir, should I spend the rest of the day walking around the office with my cum all over my clothes?"

'But you could suck him off and swallow!'

'Unfortunately, there's usually not enough time for that!'

'But do you sometimes?'

'Yes, but very rarely!'

'But the hold-ups? That still does not make sense to me!'

'Yes, that was the summer version, the hold-ups are for the winter!'

'Hmmmm... I see!'

'I used to wear tights all the time, as you know!'

'They have their charm too!'

'Yes, of course! But they are impractical for fucking, especially if you want to do it quickly!'

'That's clear!'

"Again and again, my colleagues tore my tights, were too hectic or did not have the time, which has become far too expensive for me!"

'After all, it all costs money!'

"That's right! There were colleagues who simply tore my tights at the gusset so that they could stick their cock in me faster when I was lying on my desk! I think it was great for the blokes, but I always had to put on a spare pair of tights afterwards, which I always have with me from experience! I can't go on like this!"

'Now I understand you my hot wife, you think very practically!'

"Exactly, that's the way your dear, clever hot wife is! I will try it out the next week, recently I have always taken my tights off beforehand, put my heels back on and waited for my colleague, but it's all annoying, then putting the stuff back on and sometimes twice in one lunch break, it's pure stress and I can not concentrate on fucking at all!"

'I can totally understand you, your colleagues will definitely thank you!'

'I really hope so and I look good in suspender straps, don't I?'

'Look good? You're the bomb like that, my colleagues will love you darling!'

'No, I only love you, my husband!'

'You are so sweet and hot Meena, come on now, sit down on my cock, it's about to burst!'

Meena quickly took off my shorts, swung one of her long legs over me, grabbed my now exposed cock again, directed it to her now dripping wet pussy and slowly sank down on it!
She looked deep into my eyes and then began to gyrate her pelvis while I kneaded her fantastically firm big tits!
I let Meena do it, her lower body moved back and forth, up and down, circled, was always on the move and worked my dick in her with her tight pussy simply divine!
She then bent down to me to put one of her big breasts in my mouth, I took as much as I could, sucked on her nipples, which were very hard, it was wonderful to have this tender tit flesh in my mouth and to suck and suck on it,
I smacked that the spit ran out of the corners of my mouth, then I grabbed the other breast and worked on it the same way!
Meena whooped and purred like a kitten and continued to hop around on my cock, which still had not cum!
Then she squatted down, turned her gorgeous apple arse towards me and then sank down upside down on my upright cock, bent forwards and began to ride me like she had never done before!
Up and down ... that gorgeous arse moved ... and I had a great view of her smacking crack, which was repeatedly split and filled by my cock!
Meena took advantage of the whole length of my cock, out, in .., out, in ... and so it went on for quite a while until I started to slap her arse cheeks with the flat of my hand, which fired her up even more and I could no longer hold and control it and so I finally squirted my sperm into her! I pumped everything I had into my horny little slut!!!
When I saw her squatting upside down on my cock so full, I thought about what she had told me and just asked myself the question of how many colleagues have only injected into my sweetness in the last week, but no matter I do not really want to know! The main thing is that my wife has her job and the boys have fun!
Is not that right ?!? …

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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Demeter

Exciting Sorrow

Nadir’s narration ...
I came back the next day from my journey. We were both job-related busy and we only had time for ourselves before dinner.
While chatting I noticed a change in Meena’s looks. All the time, she didn't look directly into my eyes, and this frightened me.
What was the reason? Is she hiding something from me? There was a message in her eyes - but what?
I watched in her eyes for a long time again and again, but I couldn’t read anything.
At last, Meena moved her head to meet my gaze. It was as if we were drawn like magnets. I smiled briefly. She returned the smile, though without any humour.

“I must tell you something Nadir,” She said softly, “Just promise me not to be angry or sad.”

I laughed briefly and said, “Angry or sad?! Now this is a mystery for me.”

“I dreamed about Mansi! I prefer to say I had visions of him.”

There was a moment of shock and despair for me.
Some seconds I was silent, then I tried to sound calm and normal, “what do you mean with visions of him?”

Then she told me the whole story about her dream about him.
I couldn’t say anything.
It wasn't a real thing, but it wasn't funny either that I could have fun. But at the same time, I thought to myself why she's dreaming something like that??

But after a delay I tried to laugh briefly and said, “He can not leave you for always, can he? Nobody can. He will appear again, you will see.” And changed the subject.

Shortly after dinner I was busy in my room and Meena after showering told me she goes to lie down and read.
As I sat there, I couldn’t forget her story and without break I was thinking about her dream.
My thoughts were about my sweet girl, Meena, who was chaste nearly mentally untouched and then has developed a taste and even love for forbidden fruit by her well-hung stud uncle.
It was obvious that she now and then, remembers and recalls that delicious events. Even though she denied repeatedly, it was clear that she loved those moments and missed to be bedded by her uncle again.
He was not a man among men for her, he was the Man, her Man!
I told me stay strong and don’t show any signs of sadness or even jealousy.
Why this all took place? in the last months, to find my mistake, I let everything go through my head again and again.

***

I should explain that when I married my girl Meena, I never ever had sex, nor had she.
We did not “need” to get married as my friends and even my parents all thought and spoke! But getting married for both of us meant we could love each other and live together and have sex together anytime that we wanted.
At least that was my reason for getting married. I must admit that after getting married I was almost immediately sure that I have decided correct and done the best. And I think she was sure about marrying me as I was.
We were simply very happy and lucky through our early years of marriage.
We were romantic, even in bed just as out of it. But we had sex normally when and how I wanted it and frankly at first years she was shy about it to initiate and take the first step for sex. But after the first steps of me, she showed always high sexual desires but never submissive behaviour.
In last years, before Mansour’s active arrival in our life something changed. Previously when we were making love and she was on top of me, she started always wildly fucking me, and I could not get into my own rhythm and was afraid to ejaculate too early. So, I stopped her almost every time.
In the first few months of our marriage, Meena was embarrassed and confused about this. Then, she would let me take her, placidly and smoothly. She never tried to pleasure herself again, it seemed to me at that time. And while she always wanted to please me, I felt she no longer enjoyed it as much as I wished she did.
Even though Meena seemed to be not unhappy, but I could guess later, she was perhaps a bit depressed or simply sad about our sex life. But she didn’t want to confess or even speak about it.
Meena loved me too much to hurt my feelings, I suppose.
While our love making, she has had not always but very often orgasms, for sure. But her real, deep, and intensive climaxes obviously come about just after beginning of her sexual adventures with her uncle Mansour, whether with him or without him, like a volcano that begins and becomes active after years or decades.
So, basically, I didn’t think that I sexually frustrated my wife, but after the incidence with Mansour and our sex life thereafter, I often asked myself if our lovemaking, earlier, was more or less self-pleasure for me or not?
Seemingly, I did not have the understanding to care about her sexual feelings. Even though I was a medical doctor but I didn’t notice the lack of something in this regard.
Now I think, apparently her uncle was more experienced, and he was more than willing to give her what she needed. This was perhaps not her fault and it happened innocently, at least on her part.
Now even some months later, after that I watched Meena having sex with her uncle, I still remembered every single session, like it is a movie, in front of my eyes. The moments of intense, awkward, somewhat embarrassing, unscripted, but for me incredibly erotic and arousing.
I must admit that never it was comfortable for me watching her mating with him, but the eroticism never seemed to diminish no matter how many times it happened.
As I wrote about before, we had some few other adventures, but with Mansour was it something different, not only for Meena but for me too.
Still, it made me jealous when I thought how her old uncle took her and how she let him and how they two done things.
I began to obsess over things I saw or thought I saw, and I began to imagine things happening if I was not at home. I began to fantasize about it and sometimes even masturbate to those fantasies. In time was sexually I obsessed on those fantasizes, and in time I saw I had good reason to believe I was justified in my jealousies.

***

Meena was always the centre of attention everywhere.
Men and even sometimes women were interested in her and looked at her and if they were brave enough, tried to flirt with her.
There is a poem in my native language that says something like this: “That one who has a pretty face, body or hair is not beloved - You will be a slave of one who has something special, a thrilling and ravishing manner and look, to the highest degree.”
Meena was and is still such a woman. This emphasized her immediate superior in the university once when we were talking about her.
He as faculty dean was one that played a big role in her career advancement.
I noticed that Meena is aware of this matter and enjoys all that and would like to let people even to flirt.
That bothered me at first but then I got used to it and later I enjoyed it too.
If a man was even a little impudent and Meena allowed him to flirt, I was sexually excited and I felt my cock waking up!
I must admit, at this moment in my room sitting after hearing about her dream, my feelings are mixed.
Knowing that her well hung uncle possessed her bothered me.
I imagined the last occasions of their getting together and how Meena spread her legs for him or how he lifted her whole and lowered her onto his pole and she made such a din when his member slid in. This imagining at the same time is so arousing for me that I become an erection at once and think if he was there and not dead, perhaps I would prepare their meeting and sex-having sessions, personally!
This gives me a twitch in my erection and a stronger feeling of pleasure.
I think about the noise of their mating those nights, which was so annoying and grating, did I spend those nights of their private meetings, sorrowful in my shed?
I honestly don't think so! I was often if not always sexually excited, for sure…
Yes, I was jealous, but sad? I don’t think. You can not be sorrowful and at the same time, aroused and erected!
And what about love? Even when I sat alone while my Meena was impaled on his bone, I could still say that my love for her was not dead.
In a corner of my house, could I tell, her old, fat uncle was banging my wife hard and doing this so well that bedsteads were creaking and complaining, and I, while highly excited was sitting with a hard cock in another corner…
At those moments have I felt a true pain when he had her yes word to conquer her body and emptying his manhood thoroughly into her? I don’t think. I am sure at this moment, there was deep in my heart or mind no real pain.
Those days in between their sessions I was thinkings to speak with him seriously to stop screwing my honey, did I do that? No. Why not? May be because deep in my awareness I was enjoying this all!
Did I scream or cry watching her while she was responding with her body to his, when his large manhood was feeding her?
With my pole extremely hard and stiff as I watched them melt together in my guesthouse, did I feel frustrated and pained? I don’t remember so!
She lay down naked under him as he pushed his rod in and take pleasure from the pussy of my pretty young spouse. I saw it and stayed calm, silent, and aroused!
Deep in my consciousness I knew every day, he has had her days ago, he will have her again and will flood his seed in her and it should cut my heart like a knife and my heart bleed, but did it?
No, not really.
The truth is I sat at those days and nights alone in despair, and instead stopping their morally and ethically not accepted behaviour, accepted that craziness and impudence and even welcomed that the old Mansour’s pole plough My Meena’s velvet-like furrow.
And I knew that afterwards there will not be a scene, I knew I am beaten one time more and this time again, I will not start a row.
Every day I knew Meena is her uncle’s now and belongs in his bed.
So, I know now that visions of her with her legs spread wide for her uncle Mansi, shall run continually through my brain for ever.
To call things by the name, Meena was those days actually Mansour’s willing whore, his slut through and through.
She gave him the right to enjoy her body when he wanted, and when he asked, she couldn’t offer any resistance, she was his possession to use as he chose, and when he commanded she always obeyed.
In her climax she had screamed as he shot his hot cream deep in her cunt and filled her with his strong manly seed!
Again and again Meena willingly submitted to his will as he flooded her womb throughout those nights long.
I remember some certain moments that my Meena repeatedly begged him, over and over again, to be used.
When I heard her scream and saw the heat of her lust, as he entered her body once more, I felt faint and knew that I should leave them alone but once again there in the dark, I still had to hear and watch, so I stayed.
I saw Meena’s white breasts press softly on his hairy chest, as she kisses and holds him tight.
I saw his hands wander freely on my her soft warm skin, and she moans words of extasy as he explores her dark and intime places.
I saw him suck her pink nipples that were standing so proud, and I heard her sighing gently to his teasing.
I saw her smile lovingly as she opened her thighs for him and his hard rod, and saw her moans with the pleasure to his deep penetration.
I saw him bury it deep right up to his balls, while she writhes and moans at his manly invasion with long drawn-out groans. I saw at the end of their mating as he emptied his seed into my pretty young wife.
These are even now the sights in my mind’s eye, and now I sit alone here and after these thinkings, imaginations and picturing I feel a joyful heat in my inside, and my heart beats much faster. I am highly aroused and need a satisfaction...

***

Meena is now sleeping for sure; I tell myself. I can go and watch some of my saved recordings of her and Mansour and satisfy myself. But then I think, I want her, I need her velvet body, her hot and unique femininity at this moment.
As I enter the bedroom, I notice, in dim light of moon, which is spying through the window, that my sleeping angel has her eyes open.
Something is strange. Meena is not wearing her pyjamas. I know she loves them. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well.
Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away.
There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have this habit basically since my childhood.
She is usually in bed reading by the time I come in, but not this time. She is lying there, completely in nude. I go closer and at the same time I take off my trousers, underpants, and my T-shirt in a hurry. I lie down next to her on my side looking at her beauty.
Meena smiles and gives me a look of complete sensuousness, beckoning to me with her forefinger.
Her naked body as always looking like a vision from a fantasy for me.

“Are you a siren sent on the earth by the gods to ruin my innocence?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers and smiles. “And you have no power to resist me.”

I approach my head to her, looking deeply into her eyes, “Then I will not resist you if that is my fate.”

And I kiss her.
Seems like this is our first time. Softly at first, and then fully on the lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue finds mine as we embrace.
We lay kissing for the longest time. I knew her lips, they are full and soft and Meena is a wonderful kisser. She was always a good kisser, but in paticular after her affair with Mansour, she kisses so mature. I wonder if she is had an extra lesson by her uncle?! Hard to know…
Then I say myself: 'Stop thinking Nadir, for now, and enjoy the pure pleasure and innocence of the moment.'
I kiss her neck and think if there can be another human skin so soft? She coos with pleasure like a pigeon. I kiss her shoulders and the space along her collar bones. My hands are gliding ever so gently and slowly over her skin, taking my time.
Meena is caressing me with her entire body, it seems. Her legs are repeatedly sliding over mine, her feet rubbing feet and legs, her fingers touching every part of my back and my shoulders, my arms and my hair. But her hands always seem to draw and wander to my ass, she cups my cheeks and caresses them, holds them and squeezes them.

Finally she pulls my ass towards her, as if to pull me inside of her, “I am hot Nadir,” she whispers in my ear, her fingernails digging into my ass.
"I need you. Only you.”

"Only me?” I ask myself. “Am I enough for you?” But I don’t say it loud.

My hand slips between her legs and slides up to her pussy, to her shaven womanhood.
Merena is right. She is indeed hot, incredibly hot, and wet. Her whole body is writhing, like a live wire pulsating with electricity. I’ve never seen Meena so turned on, so alive with sexuality. At least not for me and with me.
I slide my fingers into her cleft, and she lets out a moan. Her pussy is so wet, my fingers are instantly covered with her juices. I caress her labia and she arches her back, murmurs and gasps. She’s so responsive. I so much want to see and hear her come.
I find her clit and uncover the swollen mass. I finger it and she cry out, loudly.
I watch her closely while sliding my finger deep inside her sweet pussy, pull it out, and over her clit, and back in again. Meena is jerking and pushing her hips against my hand. She moans long and I can see her orgasm is near.
I begin to rub her clit faster now, lightly feathering it. My sweet wife arches her back, her breasts pushed up. Her nipples are sticking out, hard and erect. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is open. There comes a guttural moan as her orgasm approaches. I use that moment to wrap my lips around her erected nipple and suck her heaving breast. She moans again loudly. I suck her hard and she puts her hand behind my head, pulling me to her breast. My finger is still rubbing her clit and her body is jerking and twitching. I glide my mouth down her body and replace my fingers with my tongue. She screams.
I sink my tongue into her wetness until I find her clit. I glide my broad tongue over her clit, again and again, while she holds my head with both hands. She's raising her pelvis, thrusting into my face. Her mouth is open and she's moaning with every breath. I thrust my tongue deep in her and slide it out and over her clit. Again. And again. Her fingernails dig into my head and her hips raise and I can feel her tilting over into orgasm.
For a long time, I continue giving her the pleasure of my tongue in her pussy.
I so much want to please her, to give her the joy of complete sexual release. Meena is now truly orgasmic.
After her orgasm subsides, I lay with my head on her thigh and watch her, her breasts heaving, a smile on her beautiful face. She is running her fingers gently through my hair and I feel completely happy and at peace.
I think again at her affair and her incredible orgasms with Mansour.

"Nadir?" she says softly.

"Yes."

"I love you, just you."

Is she reading my thought? "I love you too my love," I answer.

I lay on my back. She looks at me, then lifts herself and turn over and lays by my side, with her face at my hips. Now she raises her leg and lifts it over my body. She's on all fours, her head at my crouch, her pussy hovering over my face. She arches her back and lowers her head in one graceful motion and gently brushes my body with her nipples. I feel the tip of her tongue glide over my cock. She does the motion again and I feel her warm tongue slide over the length of my cock. At the next moment, I feel her lips, her full, fleshy lips, kissing my cock. I become hard almost immediately. Her tongue finds the head of my cock and she begins to lick it. Under the ridge over the tip and along the tender
underside I’m trembling and electricity is shooting through me with every touch.
Finally, her lips wrap around the head of my erection, and I let out a loud moan.

"I want so much to give you what you have given me. Complete pleasure," She says.

"That's what I'm feeling my love."

Meena smiles and takes my cock into her mouth. Her tongue sends shocks through my body I bstart moan loudly.
She takes me deeper into her mouth and throat. It's incredible what Meena can do with her mouth and tongue. She slides my dick slowly in and then out, using her tongue to stimulate me as she does it. I'm moaning with every sucking and every licking action. She takes me deeper. And deeper. I feel that she has me in her throat now. Deep in her throat. Sucking me. Rhythmically. Stroking my long, hard cock with her mouth and lips and tongue. I feel my erection is huge now. And very hard. She's making it bigger than it has ever, ever been.
I am close. I feel I could explode at any moment. I decide to deflect myself by going to work on her pussy. Maybe that will help me avoid coming so soon.
I reach up with my hands and grip her perfect ass I lift my head and gently lick the labial lips of her pussy. She responds and lowers her pussy to my face. I start to slowly lick it, along the folds, and then push my warm wet tongue inside her.
For a moment, she pauses her sucking, this is a moment of relief for me to pull back from the edge of explosion. Meena is having trouble to concentrate, my licking has got her attention. I use this moment and sink my tongue deep inside her pussy. Now she is trembling with her whole body. When start to explore her insides, Meena starts to move her pussy in circles against my face. She begins vigorously to suck my cock again.
I'm licking the deepest region of her pussy now, and then pulling out to find her clit. Her body is undulating, she's rubbing herself against my tongue, the way she wants it, the way that gets her hot. I'm lifting my hips too, sinking my cock into her mouth, pushing deep into her throat.
I'm fucking her face, that beautiful face, while she fucks mine.
God, this is so indescribable hot and sexy. I have the feeling that my Meena has been never so sexually responsive. She's putting her whole body into sucking me and rubbing against me. I think at this moment, she can manipulate her body to gain, and give, the most pleasure possible. Is the cause of this, her last night’s dreaming of “him”? I am putting my entire body into it too.
I'm thrusting up with my stiff hard-on and sliding it into her mouth. I'm so hard and feel my member so long and full of cum as never before as I slide deep into her throat. My face is wet from Meena’s dripping pussy and I'm licking and sucking her clit and my tongue sinking deep inside her. I feel like a wild hungry animal completely given over to sexual desire.

"Nadir," Meena gasps. "I want you in me."

"Yes, my love, come on top of me. I want to see you. To watch you." I answer.

She nods and moves on her hands and knees. Every move she makes is erotic and sexy. She straddles me and I place my hands on her hips. Meena takes my rock hard cock in her hands and raises it upward. She inches forward to position herself over me. She starts to lower herself onto my cock.
I'm stroking her legs, watching her. Our eyes are fixed on each others. I feel like I'm in an altered state. I'm aware only of her and my desire for her. I want to be inside her so badly. I feel her pussy on my cock. She's so wet. She rubs the tip along her pussy and then into the folds. I pop inside her and it is so tight, so hot, so wet. It's like a wet, warm fist squeezing the tip of my cock. She lowers herself onto me and lets out a gasp. I watch her slowly raise and lower herself onto my shaft, moving in slow motion, her mouth open, her eyes fixed on mine. Up and down she moves, each time pressing me into her a bit deeper. It's so erotic I can't help myself and I thrust my hips up and into her, grunting as I do.
Meena lets out an animalistic shriek.
I hold her hips with my hands and press into her, rotating my hips and stroking her with my cock. She moans with pleasure, rocking her head from side to side, her long hair swinging. She raises her arms over her head and starts to undulate on top of me, rubbing herself against my hard shaft. I continue to push myself in and out of her, going deeper each time.
Feeling her pussy squeezing me and looking at her beautiful sexy face. I feel like
I've never seen nor felt Meena in this state.
She puts her hands on my chest, feeling my pectoral muscles, digging her fingernails into them. I reach up and hold her waist, guiding her motions, and then slide up to feel her breasts and fully erect hard nipples. She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs, her head tilted back. She arches her back so that her breasts point straight up to the sky. Her nipples are so big and extended they are her highest point. She grinds her pussy into me, rubbing her clit on the base of my shaft. She lets out a gutteral moan.
I quicken the pace of my thrusts and start to slam my pelvis into her. She starts to moan with every thrust, her breasts bouncing as I pummel her. She obvioulsy likes the faster motion and I can tell she is about to come. I could come too, at any moment, but I don't want to. Not yet.
She leans forward, grabbing my breast again. Meena is digging into me, and I can tell her orgasm is near. I lift my pelvis high, burying myself in her, and she screams loudly. Then, I pull her hips down and press up with my cock. I'm buried in her pussy up to the hilt. I grind my pubic bone against hers. This time she screams for real. Her body starts to shake, to vibrate. She's cumming. I don't want to cum yet. I want to wait.
I keep grinding her with my pelvis and Meena keeps screaming and shuddering.
I can feel her pussy contracting. So tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut, she's shaking now, she's orgasming. I want to explode so badly.
Finally, her orgasm subsides, and she collapses on my chest. I slowly stroke her, taking my cock all the way out and all the way in. She comes back to life. She starts to move her body with me.

"Lover, I want you to give you the orgasm you want. The way you want. How do you want?" She asks gasping.

I want to come in her tight hot pussy. On top of her. Staring her in the face. Fucking her deep and hard until I explode deep inside her. That's what I want, to feel that pussy is mine, just mine. Suddenly, as if possessed, I hold her by the torso and turn her over on her back. In an instant, I'm on top of her. Her eyes widen. She sees I'm in total control now.
She looks ready to surrender to me, to give herself to me completely and without reservation. I know she loves to be controlled. The past few months showed me that Meena loves to be controlled, to be possessed and sexually dominated. This is the most important summary one could find out from the last months experiences.

"Put your legs around my neck," I say.

She slowly lifts her legs and lays them on my shoulders. I'm laying against the back of her thighs, and I push my cock deeper in her than it's ever been. She feels me pressing against her insides.

"Never you have been so deep in me before my love," she gasps.

For a moment a a thought comes into my mind: "Not even your uncle Mansi?" But I hold back from saying that.
I look deep in her face and start to pump my body so that my cock penetrates her completely. I'm holding myself up on my elbows and watching her watching me. Again and again, I pump my pelvis into her, filling her, impaling her, splitting her in two. She reaches down and grips my ass with both hands, pulling me deep inside her. I feel my orgasm approaching, this is the greatest lovemaking I have ever enjoyed and I don't want it to end. But I can't hold off. I feel the biggest orgasm of my life approaching.

"I want you to come baby... I want to feel you come inside me," says Meena.

I push into her, again and again, faster and faster, watching her face, her gorgeous face, and feeling the luscious warm wet folds of her pussy surrounding my hard dick. I press deep and hold it there, her legs around my neck and feel the growing rush flowing from my extremities to my loins.
Meena notices I am close, and she spreads her legs outward, like a flower opening its petals. I give her one last thrust and hold myself deep inside her.
I feel an electrical charge shoot through my body and right out my cock. I feel my cum spray her insides. I let out a loud moan.

"Yes. Oh yes Nadir," she cries. "Fill me."

I thrust again and feel another explosion of cum shoot deep inside her. I can feel her watching me, revealing in the moment, and it turns me on to know she's doing it. Again, I feel my cum spray and I let out a moan that comes from somewhere deep in me. This is what she wants. What we both want.
I collapse with my head in the crook of her neck. She wraps her legs around my back like a blanket. We're effectively one, wrapped together, a co-mingling of arms and legs. We lay there the longest time. I am thinking about the last minutes. I am sure and that her last dream of Mansour, her story of her dream about sex with her old bad uncle is the only and basic cause for our such an extraordinarily passionate, great sexual experience at this moment. And I know that she knows this too.

After some minutes silence, I look at her eyes and ask her, “Meena, do you miss him?”

She giggles and says, “Do You?”

I smile and try to turn me on my side to her, “It doesn’t matter what I feel.”

Meena turns her gaze to other side, looks out of window, and says, “I think it plays a role that we are honest with each other and talk about our feelings.”

“Okay, you’re right, but I asked first! And don’t forget to be honest regardless of anything.”

“Yes, my dearest,” She looks back into my eyes and adds “I miss him, I miss Mansi a lot! You wanted an honest answer. Are you happy now to know my true feelings about him?“

In Moonlight I can see a film of tears in her eyes, “Or are you mad on me?”

“Meena, I respect your feelings and emotions” I speak softly, “no matter in which direction, sexually or love related, and I am happy to know them.” I hear my last words are shaky.

She notices this and caressing my cheek with her fingers murmured, “But love is what I feel for you, just you,” and added “the love that a woman for a man feels.”

“But you loved him, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did, but it was another type of love, I love my brother and sister too. “

“But you don’t have any sexual desires for them, do you?

“No, for sure not!”

“You are right I loved him somehow different.”

“Maybe I miss him not personally, but miss the feeling which he gave me,”.

“He was very masculine even in some way aggressive but at the same time, considerate and attentive even emotionally tender and for sure confident. He could handle a feminine woman like me, he dominated the life generally.”

“Perhaps not his own life, always.” I say, and add, “Any way, today we had an unforgettable und exceptional sex because of him,” and laugh.

Meena giggles and speaks, “Really? Was my dream so exciting and arousing for you?”

I smile and say, “I must admit yes, And for you?”

Meena giggles again and says: “I've been hot and aroused since I've been awake.”

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight and we had to wake up early. I certainly kn0w where to end our conversation. I twist around trying to make me comfortable and rub my cock. I am still half had from our hot sex.
How can I speak about the thoughts that fill my head not to frighten Meena?

I lay my head back against the pillow closing my eyes. I gather my courage and speak softly, “do you think we need a replacement for Mansour?”

She looks at me if she doesn't believe what she heard, “Replacement?!”

“I mean not emotionally… but for other things.” I keep talking.

She lies down too, and I notice she is looking at the ceiling.
“What other things? I have you for other things.” She murmurs after some short seconds.

I understand. She wants to hear everything, any subtle and forbidden in detail.

“I mean not just sexually. Enough masculinity, a little dominance, a trace of aggressiveness and at the same time thoughtfulness, tenderness, and subtlety.” And look at her face, “A Master for everything.”

She stays quiet and doesn't say anything, still looking at the ceiling.

“I don’t think that you can find somebody with a combination of these characteristics.” finally she says.
“Not me alone, we will find him together,” I say.

“We’ll see.”

“So, yes to Replacement?”

“We are tired, and tomorrow is near, let me sleep.”

“Just one word and then we can sleep, yes, or no?” I persist.

“If there is somebody with these qualities, and you want to, then yes.” Meena speaks tenderly...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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