25-01-2024, 11:28 AM
Exciting Sorrow
Nadir tells:
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.
***
To be continued…
Nadir tells:
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.
***
To be continued…
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