21-01-2023, 04:21 PM
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 tells the story:
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.
To be continued...
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.
#
Meena tells the story:
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.
To be continued...
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