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

[Lollobionda]

07 - First Familiarity 

I wondered if she was really aware with whom she was, who made her orgasm previously and whose prick is she searching?! If she realize this man she is going to give herself to, is her uncle Mansour and not me? I felt like a fool after this thought!

To make her easier to reach her target Mansour stood up immediately. He was now standing and looking at her almost nude sexy body, with patient expectation. He was still clothed completely. I thought this is probably because he is ashamed over his unlovely and untidy appearance and this gave me a satisfactory smile.

But he had still a grin on his face: “You are really most beautiful woman I have ever seen my dear princess.”

“Probably you haven't seen many women so.”

She joked and while caressing his groin over his trouser's texture mildly laughed.

Mansour leaned slightly forward, brushed with his right hand her semi-moist hair back from her shoulders, then cradled her face in his hands and kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately than before. She murmured her pleasure through his deep kiss one time more.

Mansour had her so ready and eager, I thought. I get a cramp in my lower back, from trying to see more in this position but before to make some movement, I heard him speaking with hoarse commanding voice: “Open my trousers, open it for me my princess..”

Instinctively I felt I have to break it up as tactfully as I could but I was frozen! I don't know whether it was shock or excitement but, either way, I just froze.

This time directly with shaking hands, my sweet wife touched his erection over trousers fabric. This was her first time contact with another dick besides mine, I told me. I saw Meena's eyes became one moment wider and she looked astonished direct in his eyes.

Then she sat up a little and pulled his zipper down completely.

I didn't understood her surprised reaction first. 

She looked down one time more at zipper slit and put her right hand in, past his trousers fly. 

Then suddenly looked with amazed gaze at his eyes and gasped: “My god!”

He was grinning. In another brief second, his hardness came out half on own motion and half with her help. It was a huge Instrument!

Mansour was still grinning. He spread his legs for Meena as she knelt submissively in front of him. 

She grasped his Raj with one hand and examined his package closely then began to gently stroke his massive cock. It must have been at least 9-9,5 inches long and at least a couple of inches thick. The whole thing was covered with thick veins and an even more enormous and dreadful, proudly bulging from his pulsing shaft was the cockhead. It was like a big mushroom on top of a thick shaft. His cock was a giant Raj. She gasped at her first sight of his this monster. His balls were also huge, the size of tennis balls, swollen and hanging beneath his tremendous Prick.

Meena giggled unashamedly and said: “This really is impressive, incredible…”

I was shocked at the scene before my eyes. Additionally her behavior and Statement was new and strange for me, since she was normally so shy but now...

But she was right, it looked like something you might see under a horse I thought!

Meena leaned forward carefully and hesitant and gave a light kiss on the tip of giant monster. 

I instinctively reached down and started to stroke my own 6.5 inches.

“Far bigger than Nadir's, right?” Mansour asked.

Meena didn’t reply, only continued staring his giant dick.

“I asked you something, princess?”

Meena looked dreamful at him and replied: “Yes..”

“What Yes?”

“Yes, it is bigger than his but please let us don’t talk about him..” Meena replied, pleadingly as she continued to stare at the mammoth penis in front of her. Mansour's face was redder colored and he was slightly shaking with lust. He knew at this moment that my beautiful wife is admiring his gigantic dick.

Now Meena grasped his hard lund with both hands. She formed a ring with her hands starting at the tip of his straining phallus, sliding slowly down, form the tip of it, over the rim of glans, and down his shaft.

From expression of her gaze I thought that she realized with a sense of disbelief and a certain anxiety that her fingers could not meet when they closed around it.

She struggled to comprehend its thickness and her hands squeezed it. It was too thick to fit inside her small hands but her hands sliding movements went on despite of it. As she approached his pubic area, repeated it again and again from top, starting at the fleshy tip, squeezing past the rim, and on down the engorged shaft.

Now with every start on head of his lund, her fist squeezed tighter, Meena’s beautiful, dreamy eyes were locked on Mansour's huge lund. To watch her tender, small hand and slender, fine fingers with their red fingernails and most of all, her flashing wedding ring, working on his dark strong Lund was very amazing.

Her movements became faster. Her hands were now lubricated from his leaking pre-cum. Her eyes were on his face for a short moment and then went back to his proud Raj and focused on it. I saw clearly she licked shortly her upper lips as she noticed the small drop of liquid appearing from the slit of enormous Instrument in her hands and then I heard her sigh.

The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hands.

Now I saw Mansour's right hand dropped on her wrist and he guided her hands up and down the hard length of his dick.

I could see that Meena now still shocked, realized both length and thickness of this monster. While guided by him, her hands slid further down up to monster's base.

Perhaps from reading or hearing, she knew already that some penises are smaller and some bigger and longer. But even for me as a medical doctor, what she held in her hands was beyond anything my knowledge and experience with human anatomy let me know. And sure for her was also the dimension of this thick thing over normal sizes.

I could imagine that she could feel the pulsing and throbbing of large blood veins in her hands. Meena was staring at his cock with fear and fascination as if she is encountered a dangerous viper and was hypnotized and afraid to move. I suspected there will be no way that he could penetrate her delicate and tender choot with this giant dick, perhaps she was thinking the same.

Meanwhile Mansour was obviously enjoying the fascinated gaze and her clearly paralyzed expression. Sure he could feel just like me her mixed and opposed emotions.

“Sure the size of my cock is what Nadir dreams of to own!”

Meena looked up at him perplexed and then realized what he said and meant. 

She murmured irritated: “Please don't speak about him..”

“Okay not he but perhaps you wished that he owns something like this?” He grinned.

Meena flushed. Now some minutes after her sexual release, one time more the pink glow took over her cheeks.

She didn't responded to his question. I was not sure if she had thought about the power and size of my penis ever. But certainly now her thought was that, Mansour's cock is not natural, it was sure easily as thick as her wrist and this had she noticed just like me.

Mansour lifted now his left hand and put it on her right tit and started to play with her nipple, first just an affectionate fondling.

After a short time Meena began to squeeze his giant instrument up and down more vigorously and lustfully.

“Ohhhhhh… that's good!” He groaned, urging Meena to go faster as he pinched her nipple and then lifted his other hand up so he had a tit in each hand.

Mansour was getting close to squirt. But as I saw afterwards, he had other ideas.

He wanted to demand other things.

I think Meena sensed her uncle’s orgasm approaching and said seductively: “Please uncle, you can come on my face..”

Mansour just looked at her, with patient expectation, and said quietly: “Lie down on your back my lovely princess..”

She understood what he wants, as if now waking up and coming out of her beautiful dreams she looked up at him and murmured pleadingly and with excusing eyes: “Mansi, have patience. I promise…”

“What means patience?”

Meena continued stroking his giant lund and pleaded again with trembling voice: “I need time Mansi. It is not easy for me...”

Mansour was now very excited to discuss, while keeping to breathe heavily, he looked down at her hands and said: “Then put it in your mouth, princess…” He gasped.

Meena asked shocked: “Wh... What?” Shaking her head in desperation.

“I want you just put the tip of my dick in your mouth, just the tip..” Mansour explained his wish, while now fondling Meena's lovely breasts. 

As he saw her doubt, while pinching her nipple harder, groaned: “Go on, open your mouth..”

He gazed down at her, his huge pole throbbing right in front of her face.

She was now looking at and stroking his lund lightly.

At this moment, Mansour touched with his big chubby fingers first Meena’s tender face cheeks then her delicate lips and at last pushed his two finger past her lips, in her mouth.

Meena looked at his face and began immediately to suck his fingers and at the same time to work faster on the monster while looking down again at his crotch. She couldn't help but stare constantly at the huge pulsating prick. This time shortly after begin of her stroking, a large drop of pre-cum started to form on the tip of his bulbous cockhead.

She paused, I could see she wanted to decide. Now that she refused to be fucked, she had to present something instead of it, I imagined she is thinking, otherwise he is going to be mad again, and she didn’t want to go through his aggression for sure.

She freed her mouth from his fingers and murmured: “This is my first time, not even with Nadir..”

Mansour interrupted her: “He is a fool. You have such beautiful lovely lips I don’t understand how a real man can renounce to demand this, just thinking of you performing this on me is a turn on..”

Meena looked back towards the fat, long dick of her uncle and then glanced back at his eyes. She looked overwhelmed from his words and his giant lund. 

Then she said softly: “I could try. I don't know how good I will be..”

After this she grabbed his buns and pulled him slowly closer to her face.

Mansour moved himself closer toward Meena’s face. She craned her neck to reach his throbbing cock with her beautiful lips.

I just watched, part of me still wanting to break it up and an even bigger part of me holding back. It seemed inevitable where this would lead if not interrupted. Would Meena really go all the way? Perhaps I really wanted that to happen.

I was completely shocked. What do I hear I thought. I know Meena was virgin and actually a child when we fell in love and then married so I felt pretty lucky that she hadn't had sex, not even a simple boyfriend.

She lacked experience, but also I Knowing little about women. Me lacked the confidence to instruct her. That didn't stop me thinking about what it would feel like to have her perform oral sex on me. It seemed we both had problems communicating about our sexual desires. She preferred sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms were few and far between. One time some years ago, I tried to talk about oral sex with her, she explained laughingly she thinks that women who don’t know how to keep their men happy in normal way, try to do it with oral sex. I always felt that this was her way of telling me that she wasn't taking my cock into her mouth.

With hesitation and as though she was waiting somebody’s permission, Meena bent down very carefully and slowly and placed monster's spongy large head into her mouth. I saw she trembled shortly. I imagined that the taste of his pre cum electrified her tongue, then she began to slurp on the tip of his cock. Licking it lovingly with her outstretched tongue.

Then she gave a muffled moan as Mansour pushed forward and more of his giant prick entered in her delicate mouth, past her lips.

He stared in disbelief at my gorgeous wife who was for him his long standing dream woman, sucking his cock.

Then quietly whispered: “Don't stop, my lovely princess..”

She moaned in approval. Every now and then she was lifting her head from Mansour’s big cock and moaned loudly, then returning to sucking cock like a real whore.

Soon the sound of his loud breathings and her moans filled the silent room: ‘Mmmm…’

Meena moaned and Mansour roared back. Meena's eyes tightly closed and her head moving up and down the her uncle’s thick and strong meat. It seemed to me, at that moment all which existed for my lovely wife in the world, was this marvelous and tasty hard lund and all the pleasure she was getting from sucking on it.

“Do you like to have your uncle’s big dick in your mouth, my lovely princess?” Teased Mansour breathlessly.

“Hmmmmmm….” Then she looked up with her beautiful eyes and murmured: “Cum for me, Mansi, cum for your princess uncle…”

After hearing her demanding words, Mansour couldn’t resist against his approaching explosion any longer. The warmth and smoothness of her lips on his cock and sight how she was loving and sucking him, made him want to cum.

I could swear, in his wildest dreams in jail, Mansour saw always a blowjob from Meena and an ejaculation in the mouth of my pretty wife...

“I am Cumming my baby!” Mansour groaned and clenched his teeth as he grabbed hold of the Meena’s head and pulled her down more onto his long and fat lund. Then occurred his eruption. It came out like a volcano. He had closed his eyes together at the feeling of his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat.

Meena’s mouth welcomed his hot cum and I see in the movement of her Adam's apple that she is swallowing all as Mansour held her head firm at the place. She was staring up at him all time.

After that first eruption she sucked and sucked his load endless for a Long time.

I thought she wanted every drop of his fluid as she swallowed every shot that came out while holding the tip of his cock at her lips, at the same time stroking his mammoth cock intensely to get up to his last drops of load in her waiting mouth and throat.

Mansour was squirting without ending until Meena couldn't take anymore and opened her mouth allowing his cum to flow down his giant Lund, then covering her Hand. I saw the white cream of his semen covered completely her wedding ring.

Still he had his eyes shut and was grunting.

Meena was watching in fascination as his thick syrupy semen covered her hand and fingers, and her ring.

Neither of them spoke some time.

My lovely Meena held his proud dick long without movement in her hands. I saw from her expression that she is admiring his load. Then she started hungrily licking up The mixture of her own saliva and his cum which had flowed down his shaft.

Then after the pole was clean, she licked her own fingers and finally her Wedding ring.

Watching her such voluntarily action, so submissively licking and lapping up over his semen, brought finally me to explosion. I came and came for a long time, eruption after eruption. I released my own load into my hand. I could not remember when did I ejaculated so intensive and so much last time.

Finally Meena looked up at his red and puffed face, then she smiled that happy, satisfied smile I has seen so many times before and while still not releasing his giant lund said softly: “Did you enjoy it Mansi?”

He replied huskily: “I loved it, every moment of it and I love you, and you?”

“It was nice and... delicious!” She admitted in a slutty voice.

“Okay, it is too late. We have to sleep..”

He looked deep in her eyes and his voice became a bit earnestly: “I need some confirmation from you to hear.. First: I want you to shave all your choot hair. I'll watch it next week when I come back. This has to be performed. I want your choot in a week as ready as I wish..” He was demonstrating his power over the situation and testing his dominance over her one time more.

Meena knew what he wanted to hear, she murmured submissively; “Okay..”

“And second: before I fuck your choot, he is not allowed to have you.”

“But he is my husband and I..”

“No negotiation princess. I don't want to hear any more about this from your pretty lips..”

“I will do anything you say, but to refuse his wish to..”

“I know he is your husband and I..”

“I will do anything you like, is this not enough?”

“And you? Do you want it as well?”

“I like it too..”

And after a short pause she looked at his face and said softly: “You make me feel good and happy..”

He smiled, leaned forward and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her lips again.

Meena moved her body to stand up: “It is late uncle, see you tomorrow for breakfast.”

But he put his hand on her shoulder: “Do you want to leave us? me and him so easy.

Don't you want to say good bye to him?”

He pointed with head in the direction of his giant lund which was again in semi hard form. 

She began lightly caressing the enormous head of his dick. 

After a short time, they were again in a warm embrace, exchanging short gentle kisses. Meena's tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, teasing Mansour's lips.

Then they separated and she took her blouse and the glasses and went into the kitchen. I thought it is all over...

I stood quickly, and waited for him to leave. But he was standing still there.

Meena came out from kitchen and at next moment, she was standing by him and he had her buttocks in is hands and kissing her again passionately. Then she got a slap on the ass.

I heard Mansour murmuring: ‘See you tomorrow my sexy princess..’

My cock stirred again, but I was totally spent…

Some minutes later I was lying on the bed as Meena opened the door, peeked in, and came in creeping, and lay down next to me. I tried not to move and she didn’t tried to embrace me, simply turned over with her back to me not to awake me. 

After some minutes I was sure she slept. 

Now after releasing my load, I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking. I was angry over development of the matter, but then the other feeling came up, the deep enjoyment what I experienced some minutes ago. I tried to put my anger feeling back and tried not to think about it. I didn’t know when I slept….

08 - Role Play

Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache and she goes to sick leave.

As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight fitting blouse. Later I commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and her time with him.

While having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago she preferred not to look in his eyes while breakfast. Obviously she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.

Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by open door from taxi. Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.

I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet. 

I waited for a while then said: “Had you two a good time last night?”

She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while responded: “Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping..”

“Did you not sleep well?”

She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper: “I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much alcohol. I am not used to it..”

“Then you want to stay home all day?”

“Yes, sure.”

There was for some minutes silence between us.

I had so much confidence in her love and faith that I thought she would have told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.

Still, I wanted the game go on. Indeed it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to go so far. He made her to orgasm so intense that I never managed. 

And finally how Meena let him even ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. 

Yes I was hurt and jealous. But nonetheless there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.

I looked again at her outfit, her tight fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for him and she obeys his demands.

At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and dreaming of his giant prick.

I said quietly: “I think uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return you give him more attention than to any one other..”

She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking; “I don’t know if admires me. But for sure he likes me as any normal uncle does..”

She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".

She continued: “He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes I like him very much since my childhood… Do you stay home?”

Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting: “I am going to visit a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.”

“Okay I prepare the lunch..”

She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured: “I love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together..”

Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment, she is talking on phone with her mother.

After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex. I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan. I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.

I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. 

Her working room was the biggest one with our books cabinets and her workand personal items. This one has a door to bedroom. At the far end of aisle was my two part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items. The room door was almost always closed and locked and I had the key together with my house and car keys with me.

Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera modification plan.

I went downstairs, Meena was in the kitchen cooking. 

As I was there, she turned to me and said: ‘Are you leaving?’ And then she continued to wash her hands.

“Yes..” I kissed her cheek and left.

My elctrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious about my goal. I thought they are professionals and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come next day and examine the rooms and premises.

On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.

I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most possible pleasure, especially watching ‘her’…

I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most wild sexual pleasure ever.

While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.

I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such activities. I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.

I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.

I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she wanted it too. I knew this desire was terribly wrong but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of this overpowering feeling. I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.

I was a medical doctor but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.

How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her father and she sees him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.

Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.

I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important I enjoyed it.

Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life!

I made a stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't

remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!

When I got home she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked: “How I gained that?”

I answered: “They have distributed it to the streets!”

“You are rude and charmless.” Meena said laughingly and poking at me...

After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.

As we sat on beach chairs I said: “I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip for a long time, only two of us and nobody else..”

She responded gladly: “I agree, some romantic days, only two of us..”

“Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.”

She looked at me and smiled: “But then we are not more alone.”

“We are not going to tell him about it.”

There was a short silence. Surely she was thinking about him. Finally she said: “I agree.”

“Otherwise you have no free time for me.” I said laughingly.

She leaned forward embraced me and said: “You’re a small jealous boy and I love you.”

“It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal. But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.”

Hearing this she leaned back and said: “You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good looking man like you, my hero..”

I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings: “But he tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?”

Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her. 

After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said: “Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no intact family, there is only his son and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has he had. He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this has limits, nobody can change my love for you...”

“Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!” Then I laughed.

She didn't reacted to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now: “I don't know, perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his life now after so many years in jail.”

“Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? To flirt with other men and savor more than now as you are married?”

“I am enjoying my life with you.”

“The question is if he can at all.”

She looked at me: “What do you mean?”

“I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual limits and Problems!”

“I know he can..”

I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.

The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued immediately a bit blushed: “As we were dancing last night, I felt him..”

“Wow, had he an erection?”

“Every man who dances with me, will be erected!”

She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up: “It is enough nonsense, I take a shower..”

I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.

I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running.

I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.

Meena didn't noticed the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that even didn't notice I am standing there.

I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.

Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips. Pulling my shorts over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect,

I began to stroke my dick in unison with her massaging fingers.

Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread herself.

I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.

Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.

All time her eyes were shut, I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant cock. Dipping into herself a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive clitoris.

Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.

She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and ntensity. Our breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.

And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself and her other hand took over the position of rubbing her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.

Then I heard her moaning: “Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please...”

Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.

At the same time I came too in my hand.

She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short shower, sat on the couch.

It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of masturbation she could have sex with me, but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming to be fucked by her old uncle.

I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want to share her these pleasure moments with me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone...

I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fucked her. Okay, this fits to her behavior. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is, ‘looking forward to our evening together...’

I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the men a hard time?

In any case I was going to wait and see...

After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she came back, she was completely nude. Looking at her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.

Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked: “Do you love me?”

She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said: “You know it already..”

“But I need to hear it every day..”

She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said: “You are not just my husband, you are my universe and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?”

And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied...

Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt, and pulled it out of my trousers. I took off the trousers together with my underpants.

Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers. 

She seemed to enjoy it and held me close. I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy. I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly into her.

She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her I could feel she stiffen. I continued to play with her that way and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already breathing hard, and was now a little wet...

I whispered softly in her ear: “I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.”

She looked at me astonished: “What do you mean?”

“Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.”

She was irritated: “But I don't like such games..”

“Only this one time, for me.” She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.

I continued: “I like to play some older fellow. let me try, I am uncle Said, okay?”

I meant our gardner Said who was normally called Uncle by us. Uncle Said was a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an uncle, called!

He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while talking.

Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.

Meena murmured in my ear: “You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like..”

“Thank you my Princess!”

She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.

I continued: “You like this game baby, don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and dominant ugly man..”

Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon and she murmured: “What do you mean?”

“Well we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful..”

She said nothing but only moaned: “Hmmm...”

Her pussy was now oozing liquid.

After a long pause she said: “Yes, come, love me now..”

I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.

I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her pussy.

Meena held her arms around my neck but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.

“Oh you are so wet and loose my Princess..” I said as I slowly pumped in and out.

She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck. When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed: “Yes, do me…”

“Call my name my Princess..”

She responded immediately: “Do me uncle…”

This was very exciting and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.

She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she responded to it.

Then she started to orgasm: “Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me…”

I started pumping her wet choot vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.

Meena came and hold me fast. I started to shoot again and again and she pulled me more to her to take my load deep in her pussy.

“That was wonderful my baby..” She murmured in my ear.

We lay exhausted...

I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.

But often she told me, she loves me and it is okay with her when only I come.

When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart.

I started to kiss her neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. 

I kissed to her knee then gently moved to start kissing her leg.

As I moved I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I marveled at how sexy it looked.

I thought about our game and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.

I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her.

I looked at her face, her lovely angel face.

She looked in my eyes and said softly: “You were great...”

And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly: “...My powerful uncle!...”

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