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

[Lollobionda]

11 - Traffic Jam … 

The next day was Sunday. Meena was still sleeping as I woke up early. I couldn't sleep again even if I slept late at night. I had too much adrenaline in my blood and I felt no tiredness or sleeplessness!I looked sideways at my lovely Meena. Her beautiful face was so calm and peaceful.

I was very sad. Now she was not mine alone, she was his too. He had conquered her. But I had the feeling that deep in her heart she loves me more than everybody in the world, even if Mansour gave her body more joy than what I could ever give her.

Their behavior while breakfast and after that was as same as always. Meena was trying not to act as if something is not the same as always and she was successful!

But I was confused. As I sat there and had my breakfast, I had after my last night’s sexual atisfaction, one time more some mixed feelings.

Now after this end piece of his performance, the clarity of his dominance over the situation and affirmation of his power on her Body, what could I do?

For me now was the moment of my movement, like in a chess game. He was the first, but he was not the final winner, not yet. I tried to concentrate me and to organize my thoughts. I was cheated, I was hurt, I was jealous, and finally I was very sad and depressed. I thought about the ways for me to go and the doors to enter.

The first choice was the separation and divorce. This was the continuation of my thinking last night before I slept...

I gave up this theme at once. I couldn’t live without her. I was dependent of her. No material dependence but just mental and emotional. I couldn't imagine to live without her, so simple!

She was such a wife and life partner for me that all my buddies were jealous of me. Not only because of her beauty but in first place because off her behavior and attitude regarding to me, how she supported me and how she stood by my side, regardless of the matter what's ever.

And she showed everybody that I am the first in her life, and my position is higher than any other, even her family. Often she gave up what she would like to have or to do, in my favor or because of my opinion.

For sure nobody would believe that we are going to separate, I thought...

I was simply dependent and addicted to her presence and moreover, I loved her still!

But how could I carry on with her, now after this incident, now after her cheating?

I thought I have to be honest and fair. Yes I was deeply hurt, but I had some enjoyment and fun also. Even a huge amount of it.

But where was the limit and border of humiliation for me?

I realized then, I could live with it as long as she did not love him, at least not as her beloved man and life partner, but only as her lover, somebody who gives her sexual and temporary enjoyment.

I was now sure that this is the limit, the red line. The Love was that. The real love was the border. I was a bit relaxed now.

Mansour was going to leave in half an hour. I had to go to hospital and look after a critical patient. The hospital, our place of work was about ten minutes to drive by car.

I told Meena: “I am back in about half an hour.”

But before to leave, I turned the cameras on.

On the road back home, there was an accident and consequently a major traffic jam.

After over fifteen minutes delay Meena called me on my cell phone. I told her about traffic and said that I am not sure how long it takes but I am not too far from home.

She told me she is going to take a shower. I didn’t ask about Mansour because I was sure that he had already left. As I arrived home, I noticed that a Taxi is waiting at the door and knew Mansour is still there.

He was on the way out of our living room as he saw me: “Hi, it took too long for you to come home and also for me to leave…” and laughed: “But now I am leaving sure.”

Meena came out and saw me and said: “Finally you are home.”

And turned to Mansour to kiss him goodbye: “Bye uncle, be careful.”

After drinking a glass lemonade and chatting about traffic jam, I told Meena that I have to work for about an hour in my study. She said she cooks for lunch.

I was so impatient to watch my recordings of the last hour...

They had actually over one hour time and I asked myself if there was some action?

The recording began as I turned on and left them. It was a scene of dining room where they were sitting. They were drinking coffee and chatting about normal things like his next journey to capital and that he has to visit his son.

It went on over ten minutes until Mansour looked at her eyes and said: “Did you enjoy our last night princess?”

Meena looked at him smiled and blushed. She answered only with: “hmmmm!” and laughed.

He looked smiling at her and said: “There will be more, much more such nights!”

She giggled and said nothing. After some minutes she looked down at his hands and continued: “I wanted to know if I…” And ceased to keep talking.

There was one minute pause. Meena was looking at him waiting but nothing came out of his mouth while he was looking yet at his hands, then she asked concerned: “What bothers you Mansi?”

He looked at her eyes and said: “I wanted to ask if I injured you?”

She laughed and stood up, went to him and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Then took his hands in hers and said: “No, my dear Uncle, you haven‘t injured me…”

Then seductively added: “Perhaps a bit soreness in some parts of my body and that is all, apart from this I had deserved a punishment, you have said, isn't it?” and giggled.

“I love you my princess. I wish I could take you to my house with me for next days, we have to plan some days together, only two of us.”

“We’ll see. But now you have to leave. Soon Nadir is back, and I want to take a shower before lunch.”

Then she looked at the wall clock and said: ”He is a bit late. I'll call him.”

Then came our phone chatting over traffic jam...

After finishing her telephone conversation with me Meena told him that it takes a bit longer for me to be at home because of traffic jam, and asked if he stays longer there, before leaving. Mansour responded that he is going to call somebody first and then he calls taxi to collect him.

She told him: “Then I am going to shower, it takes only ten minutes.” After that she got upstairs.

I could see he had a phone call which took about five minutes and then followed her to upstairs.

Meena was already in the bathroom. I could hear the sound of the shower coming from the cameras in the bedroom. The door to bathroom was shut, and in the bathroom there was no cameras. 

Now Mansour was there at the bedroom door. He opened the door, heard her showering and sneaked in the bedroom.

He smiled, I thought sure, maybe he thinks he could get a little peek. He smiled ever broader as he got closer to the bathroom door and slowly opened it slightly about three or four Inch, then peeked inside and watched Meena in the shower stall.

I couldn't see Meena but after about one minute I heard her and knew that she discovered him: “Mansi, what are you doing here?”

“Nothing I wanted just..”

“Do you need something?” She asked.

Mansour opened the door now completely. Now I could see her standing there under the shower.

She had turned off the water running and standing there covering with her right hand her beautiful breasts and with other, her shaved pubis area. Her whole body was wet and her short hair dripping water.

“No, I mean yes I need you, I have to have you!”

Meena shook her head: “No, please uncle, it is impossible, he can be at any moment here…”

He looked at her for some moments then slowly said: “Okay I let it be this time exceptionally, but instead of it I like to see you...”

“Okay you see me...”

“I mean I like you to play with yourself for me...”

“Mansi are you crazy, I can't do that, besides he comes back every moment...” She pleaded.

He shrugged his shoulders and said: “Okay then...” he reached for his fly as if he wants to unbutton it and take off his trousers.

“No, please Mansi, okay I'll do it, I'll do it..” She gave up.

“Yes, this is better, we have not much time and we don't want to be caught.” He grinned and continued: “Now show me your beautiful parts. Give your hands away my princess, I have already seen and admired your body, remember?” and laughed.

Meena let her hands slowly drop down. Her beautiful orbs with light dark nipples which were now even without touching so erect and her completely shaved and wet cunt with somehow puffy lips from last night came into view.

Okay, I was surprised perhaps even shocked but intense amazement. To see Meena standing there and then leaning back against the shower wall with the hands at her sides in front of Mansour who was completely clothed, was too much. I had a hard on!

I thought my Meena nude as always is unbelievable sexy.

I could see and hear that her breathing was a bit faster. She was for sure excited now. She had to and probably wanted to play with herself in front of him.

Mansour's this type forcing her to do forbidden things made Meena one time more blush. Meanwhile I knew that his commanding sexual orders make her hot, excited, and even horny.

It was for me also mind blowing.

“As I said now we have no time to waste my beautiful lady, you have to start.”

And Meena began to do what he ordered. I was intensely amazed to watch my pretty wife started now a show for her pervert uncle, here in all her sexy glory, right before his hungry eyes!

After some seconds and it took not more than one minute that I watched with amazement how eagerly she is masturbating.

Meena was playing with herself for real and without compulsion. She had one hand on her breast, pinching a nipple while the other was dipping into the pink lips of her pussy.

He stood watching. Then said: “You make me suffer again, you teaser slut.”

“Sorry…” Meena muttered guiltily but she didn't look at all sorry!

“Not yet you're not. But you will be.” He grinned.

She shifted her feet wider for him while looking in his eyes. The movement spread her open to him.

He could see everything.

I saw how ready she was, with glistening, slick puffy pussy lips, all pink. I couldn't believe it, without a doubt, my Meena is again ready to be taken by him, I thought.

Despite lack of time, she would have offer no resistance if he had tried to fuck her there and then under shower, perhaps even she hopes it, I considered.

She was really getting into it, pinching her nipples and slipping a finger down to her clit, stroking the side of it in long and deliberate movements. She was taking it slow.

Now at watching this on the screen, my balls were strangling in my briefs and my dick was aching as I just looked at her. I wanted to come!

Now I was pretty sure they couldn't see me! I was not worried about making too much noise like other times. This time there was no way they were going catch me.

Earlier I have long wondered whether Meena masturbated, but in our past wonderful years together we never discussed the subject, and I saw nothing which indicates that she masturbates. I had not raised the question because I thought this was a very private thing for her and it is her decision to do it or not do it as she pleased. 

Now after so many years I caught her for second time and both times because of him, Mansour!

Now she was pleasuring herself in front of not her husband but her uncle!

She curled two fingers into her pussy. She pushed them deep and at the same time began to stimulate her clit with her thumb.

He could see it all. The slick wet of her fingers, the urgent movement of her thumb. Round and round she played her clit.

I thought my Meena is for sure the sexiest thing he had ever seen. I and he could hear that sounds which indicated her high sexual frenzy, the sound of the wet slap of her thrusting fingers and the typical sound of her breathings with moans.

Now he couldn't hold back. He unbuttoned his fly and released his aching giant cock.

There came out his monster manhood. It seemed longer and stronger than ever.

I could see it sideways. As I zoomed my screen, I saw it was already wet with pre cum and ready to service!

She opened her eyes and looked down and I could see in her look, she was mesmerized, she licked her lower lips shortly then intensified the activity and motion of her fingers.

He stroked his thumb across the head of his giant rod. Around and around he teased the sticky head, matching time with her thumb on her clit.

When she moaned I saw a jerking movement in his monstrous dick. Then he began to play with it seriously and powerfully.

There came a sound from outside. It was the sound of a car approaching. I saw they both heard it but she didn't stop, instead while her gaze was fixed on his dick, she picked up the pace, shoving those fingers in her wet choot even faster.

He followed her and his hand moved faster too.

As Meena got more and more into what she was doing, her movements got stronger and more obvious. Her panting grew louder and was combined with intervals of soft little moans and sighs. Her voice was no more than a whisper, really, but in the bathroom it seemed like she was gasping loudly with excitement.

Now my hand clutched at my dick, my heart pounding. She spread her legs even further and kept pushing her fingers into her choot more vigorously.

She was perhaps not sure if that car sound was me or if I am now there at house, but to be caught was either not important or thinking about it must have turned her on more because now she cried out loud.

It was all time clearly visible that her gaze with lustful eyes is directed to his giant prick: “You are my hot princess, aren't you? Now cum for your uncle Mansi like the slut you are…”

Meena moaned and looked up at his eyes for a short moment, then directed her gaze down again to the glittering and purple big rod, in his hand.

Mansour's voice was rough and I could imagine that this turns her more on. I knew that Meena liked it. She liked that rough, commanding, male voice of her uncle.

“You're going to come. Aren't you? Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you like to come for your uncle…” he continued.

“Oh, yes uncle...” she moaned.

After less than one minute, her face got a very concentrated look and she started rocking back and forth. She hunched over with her mouth wide open in a big 'O'. She stayed frozen in that position only hunching her cute hips forward. her face radiated the growing sexual delight she was giving herself.

And then I saw it.

I saw In the next moment her whole body shuddered and as if in pain a groin escaped her lips: “aahhhhhhhhhhhh, Mansiii, ohhhhhhhhhh….”

Then that groan grew more up to an elevated cry of ecstasy.

I and and sure also Mansour saw in total fascination and sexual awe as she exploded in a series of jerking pelvic movements.

She gasped again and again as one orgasm after another overtook her.

It was all too much for Mansour. He joined her in her ecstasy and went over the edge.

He came in his hand and on the bathroom floor. The first jet of his cum impacted the bathtub edge. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he kept squirting over and over again. At the same time I exploded too, feeling my cum shoot out, I gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a very audible sigh.

Besides being drained and satisfied, I was totally stunned. I looked down and saw I had squirted all over the study floor and my chair. But what amazed me most was the amount of my cum!

Then I heard my beloved wife, Meena was calling me: “Darling, the lunch is ready!”….

12 - The Bungalow ...

After his leaving we had three quiet days. We were very busy in the hospital and there was not even time for some tenderness and cuddling. We worked and came home tired, ate and slept. Wednesday I had the afternoon free from hospital and she came home about four o'clock. Mansour was for some hours in the city and afternoon visited us. Meena told me he is very stressed with his business and also had to spend some days with his son.

We were sitting in our dining room for an afternoon coffee and chatting about this and that. Meena was in the kitchen.

Mansour looked at me and said: “What about your holidays?”

“We are not sure yet when to go and where to go. But perhaps in next weeks we make a short holiday trip.”

“I have a beach house and when you like to ride to sea you can have your privacy there.”

I asked: “You have a Bungalow?”

“Yes. It belonged to my family for decades. You know in my city every family has its own beach house. It is not a real house, but a small one not more than one Room, but with all facilities. Also it is enough for some days for a small two person family. If you like I can arrange it for you two. You have not to pay and it is really private and best suitable for romantic hours.” And he grinned.

I didn't know what to say.

Meena was hearing our talk. She came back in the dining room sat next to me and said: “This is a good suggestion Nadir. Why not accept his invitation?”

I thought one moment and asked him: “And you?”

“I have so many things to do. I have no time for holidays.”

Before I could reply Meena said: “Yes uncle, I think we accept it, don’t you agree Nadir? It sounds wonderful.” She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I accepted his suggestion and told him: “Okay. Actually we can ride this Friday or Saturday.”

He said: “Okay, then I have to ride Thursday and arrange everything for you.”

Meena stood up and went to Mansour, embraced him and kissed him on the cheeks and said: “Thank you uncle Mansi.”

Friday after lunch we rode. Our holidays were planned for one week. We were on the road with my car.

Meena as always when on a journey was happy and enthusiastic...

We reached after three hours his home in his home town. He was waiting for us. And one hour later we were by his bungalow.

It was a middle large room with small kitchen. A couch bed, two chairs, a small table were also there. Behind the couch were stairs to mezzanine which included a double bed, and nothing else.

In front of House there was a area about 5X5 meter as a space for sunbathing which was separated with bamboo wall from outside. In the back of the house, there was also an area about 5X2 Meter for dumpster, etc.

He wished some relaxing days for us and left immediately.

We made a small walk to know the outside terrain and to buy something for drinking and some fast food...

Next two days was very enjoyable for both of us. We went swimming in the see and took hand in hand long walks on the sand. It was so calming to have time, to be relaxed and to have her for me and with me.

We had two times sex. The first time was on Saturday night. The day was an active day with swimming, long walking and even tennis playing at the near tennis court.

I began after dinner with some romantic kisses.

She took my hand and said: “Come, we go upstairs.”

As we were on bed, we both undressed quickly. Meena pulled me to her, she reached between us and guided me into her. 

I came after short minutes fucking in missionary position but she had no orgasms.

“I didn’t last long.” I said apologozingly.

“That's okay I just want to feel you. Apart from this I was tired from today’s activities…”

Next day wir repeated our program, some swimming, walking and playing Tennis.

Afternoon we were sitting and sunbathing. She was lying face down on the beach lies.

I was admiring her beautiful back with magnifisant buttocks and shapely legs.

I began to caress her arm and kissed her shoulder and then her left ear and murmured.

“Do you want to play a little bit?”

Meena looked sideways at me with her beautiful eyes and asked: “What do you mean?”

“I mean playing me as uncle Saeid? please?”

She giggled: ‘You are a bad boy Nadir, do you know this?’

“Yes but I love it this way.”

She giggled more and again put her face down on her hands.

I asked: ‘Okay my baby?’

She murmured: ‘Yes my uncle, what do you like to do?’

I stretched me slowly on her back. I had already a hard on.

She looked down, saw it and said: ‘Wow uncle, your penis is big.’

“As big as always?”

A flush crept over her face: ‘I know it can be bigger, I get it.’

I stood up and took her hand: ‘It is better to go in.’

Next moment we were on bed upstairs.

She was a bit nervous, I felt.

I asked: ‘Is there a problem, my lovely?’

She looked at my face and giggled, then said seductively: ‘First I don’t want to play anymore, second I want suck your cock Nadir!’

“What? You have never done it…”

“You've never asked for it seriously.”

Meena yelled cutting me off midsentence.

“Would you do that even if I asked?”

I asked as I looked her in the eyes.

“You've never asked, I don’t know if I would have done if you had asked. But now I want it, can I?”

“Sure, my baby, with pleasure.”

Meena then took off her bikini. I slipped my trunks down and my erection which was now complete, springed free. Now she reached out with her hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. Opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue out and started flicking it over the head of my stiff prick.

After gently suckling on the tip for a bit, she eventually slid her lips over my shaft.

I pushed forward and my cock easily entered into Meena’s wet mouth. I couldn't believe my luck. It was like heaven as I felt my lund in my wife’s hot mouth got harder and harder. I saw her getting more and more turned on by sucking. She had a flushed face and as I touched her sex, she was wet and her choot was creaming.

Meena licked all around the head of my dick several times even she flicked her tongue across my pisshole, uttering low moans. Then she took it as far down her throat as it would go.

Meena pulled her head of my cock, gasping, while still stroking my meat, looked deep in my eyes and moaned: ‘Do you enjoy my mouth on your cock baby?’

And then without waiting for my reply she inserted my hard prick into her mouth and once again started sucking furiously.

I was soon there. I shouted: ‘I'm close, I am close.’

“No Nadir, don’ t come yet, I want your cock in me, come...”

I could see Now that she is very aroused. She lay back and opened her legs wide.

I shoved my cock deep into her soaking pussy immediately.

It take not long before she screamed: ‘Oh God, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock baby. I am coming…’

She was shuddering as she orgasmed.

After some second I was cumming in Meena’s beautiful pussy.

I had this afternoon all the while the strong feeling that in spite of her avoiding to role paly, she had all time thinking about him and his cock since we began it, perhaps she didn't want to Play because she was afraid to make a mistake or to tell something not suitable and reveal herself while fucking…

Next day was Monday. I went to baker to bring fresh bread for breakfast.

As I came back, I heard Meena talking on the Phone.

“No, sure you can come. He wouldn't be angry. Please uncle…”

Obviously Mansour is going to visit us, I thought. Perhaps she had invited him. She told me he arrives late afternoon.

After he arrived, we sat outside and drank wine and chatted.

They were sitting next to each other on the beach chairs and I could see often Mansour's leg would brush my wife's, and Meena looked at him with a meaningful smile and at least one time I saw him, sending her a kiss with the movement of his lips.

We ordered some Chinese meal for dinner.

After dinner it was late and we were still drinking wine. My eyes were heavy and they were talking about this and that.

Before I excused myself to bed, he saw my tiredness and told her he is going to leave.

She told him it is not correct to ride drunk. He was on the road with the old car of his mother.

Meena told him that we are going to sleep in the upstairs and he can sleep downstairs on the sofa bed, he should stay since we drank so much and she didn't want him to drive. He accepted to stay.

I went to clean up. As I was in the rest room, I thought they are speaking very softly.

After she cleaned up, they kissed good night.

We went upstairs, and got in the bed.

I couldn't believe that this night something is going to happen. We were in a small space together and I was sure that Meena wouldn't dare to do or let him to initiate some sexual activity with him. In spite of this I waited and waited for her to sleep.

As I was lying there, my mind was racing and preventing me from sleeping.

After about fifteen minutes Meena turned carefully to me and asked softly: ‘Nadir, are you asleep?

And after a pause: ‘Nadir, Nadir?’

I didn’t reply. I knew she was watching me.

She stood up quietly and took her slips down and put them under the cushion. Now she was wearing only a nightgown, a knee length one from soft material. Then she went quietly the stairs down. I could hear them talking softly but after some minutes it got really quiet.

It shoked me and I was surprised that she is so careless and neglectful, this was not the same Meena who I knew.

She knows that I am a heavy sleeper and probably didn't have any thought that I could be awake. Apart from this, obviously her lust and sexual desire for old Mansour and his admireable dick, combined with alcohol, made her so incautious and courageous.

I tried to noiseless approach the stairway. Now I could see them both quite good from between the grid.

Moonlight was in the room and made it bright. Upstairs was dark and they couldn’t see me lying on the floor of mezzanine.

I noticed that they were kissing. Their tongues intertwined, swirling around, exploring each other's mouths. I became immediately hard and my heart began pumping rapidly as if it were going to come out of my chest.

Their kissing was very passionate and heated as I heard Meena’s sigh as she melted into his arms. Continuing to kiss her passionately, Mansour lowered her onto the bed and began rubbing her breasts under her nightdress. 

She didn't resist one bit, but only I heard her between kisses, murmuring softly: ‘Be careful Mansi, it is dangerous. He is here.’

For me no problem my princess, just you have to be calm when it is the time...

He quietly grinned.

Meena was getting very aroused and began to take off his undershirt never breaking their heated kiss.

I thought she was each time bolder than the last time.

I could hear her moaning while their tongues were rapidly exploring each other.

Mansour broke the kiss and looked at her now free breasts.

From my viewpoint I could see Meena’s eyes who could not take them off of his growing bulge. Suddenly she reached for him and began rubbing his massive rod through his underwear. Meena was very excited, I could hear her rapid breathings.

At that moment, I knew from her behavior that she had waited the last two days for him to come and fuck her silly, and now it was so far.

She could have finally his giant rod in her choot.

This was a confirmation for me that her intense orgasm the day before was because of thinking about him and imagining his proud prick. She removed his shorts and his cock sprang free fully erect. My wife gasped, it was as always massive!

She took hungrily it in her hands and guided it to her mouth.

I almost lost my load watching my young wife Meena, who was naturally always a shy person, suck hungrily on her uncle’s huge cock.

Mansour was enjoying this as he was moaning.

Meena could only get half of his massive cock in her mouth. Then she stopped and looked at him.

My beautiful Meena was flushed and I knew the look in her eyes as one of "take me now.." as she looked at her uncle. I was surprised by her boldness and sexual aggression this time, as it is out of her character. Any way I enjoyed the show so far and couldn't wait to see him fuck her.

Mansour took the lead. He peeled her nightdress off, then laid her back down on the sofa bed. Then slowly started licking her from the inside of her thighs to her pussy.

Meena was squirming and moaning low and deep. He reached her bald pussy, then slowly parted her pussy lips and inserted his tongue swirling it around and making stabbing motions on her clit.

This drove her crazy and she immediately had a massive orgasm.

I could hear her voice, breathing heavily and moaning: ‘Oh God, I am cumming, Oh, oh my God, Mansi I am cumming, ohhhhhhhhhh….’

Meena finally settled down some and whispered: ‘I want you inside of me Mansi…’

Now they were kissing and touching each other like wild animals, moaning and

breathing hard.

Mansour opened her beautiful legs wide to climb on her and take her.

With his now fully erect giant dick he lowered himself slowly into her.

She took his cock and guided it to her very wet pussy, rubbing it up and down on her slit. I could imagine how wet her pussy was now, for sure much more than yesterday and far more than ever with me at all.

Mansour moaned as she did this and slowly began to push into her.

I was amazed at how erotic this was: watching my young, beautiful wife, my Meena, and her fat, old but giant dicked uncle, getting ready to fuck. My cock was throbbing as I saw Mansour give a push and put some inches into her hot pussy.

She moaned a bit louder and squirmed because of his thick huge cock.

He put his palm over her mouth and said: ‘Not so loud, princess…’

She nodded her head shamefully and kissed his palm.

He pulled out, then sank one time more.

Again she moaned and squirmed, but this time his palm was there to prevent it to be too dangerous and wake me up.

Mansour retreated, and with one last push, this time very hard, got all his rod in.

This sent her over the edge as she squealed with a mixture of pleasure and pain: “oh God, ouch, Oooooh, Godddd. I'm cuuummmminngggggg…”

Then she exploded with another orgasm. She had two orgasms in a short time and he was not even near to one. She was so caught up in her lust that she couldn't control herself. I thought about our last love makings and this caused a twinge of jealousy in me. Mansour reached the last depths of her cunt with his massive rod and began slowly working his way in and out of her fully stretched pussy.

I could tell she was taking him more easily now because she started meeting his thrusts by pushing her hips up toward him.

His pace was quickening and she began to moan like a bitch in heat.

Meena seemed to cum continuously as she kept uttering: ‘Oh God, fuck me uncle, do me Mansi, I love your huge cock in me..give it to me, please.. fuck my choot..ohhhhh…’

I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene before me, and my fist from my prick under me. It was near to explode...

Now Meena’s breathing was so that I thought, she may pass out.

Mansour warned: ‘I am going to cum…’

‘Cum in me, cum inside me, fill me Mansi, fuck me with your lovely dick…’ She pleaded.

At this point, hearing her pleading and submissive voice, I lost my load in my hand.

Mansour was pounding her as hard as before. Suddenly he clinched his butt tight and said: ‘I am cumming.’

He was moaning and my Meena was out of her mind. So much that I could no longer understand what she was uttering. This was unbelievable but Meena was orgasming again! They reached their orgasms wildly together.

This was her third time cumming tonight and it seemed like minutes till they both settled down catching their breath. Mansour remained on top of her for a few minutes circling his cock inside of her until he became soft.

I could see, she was still having orgasmic after tremors till he pulled out. 
I lay quietly on our bed and waited for her to come upstairs….

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