15-01-2025, 05:52 PM
Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 2 (II)
Nadir’s Narration:
Meena and I spent a lot of time in the fresh air, walking around with his two giant dogs that
seemed to love Meena, and much time to observe Tahir's many animals until the evening.
In the evening outside in the garden, we had great dinner. Apart from the Asian couple who then
withdrew in their room in another part of the house, we were the only guests left.
After dinner we drank Tahir’s good red wine.
Then we three, tired of daily activities, sat down in his living room and then library, with a glass of
wine or coffee and chatted.
We were all three after half an hour a bit drunk, especially Tahir. It was fun, in its way.
Tahir was on form, telling stories and charming Meena as only he could.
He showed this time us some pictures, too. They were photos of himself and his ranch and
animals which were taken over the years. But not in one album as las time but with a
projection device and slides on the wall.
Finally, a little short of 11pm, I said I needed to get some fresh air and left them both alone.
When I came back after a quarter of an hour, I said goodbye and went to the bedrooms that were
intended for us. This time was the room in another part of building.
I was still awake in bed waiting for her, when Meena appeared. She came into our bedroom about
20 minutes later with a huge grin on her face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, this old lumberjack..."
Meena went into the bathroom to remove make up and brush her teeth. She got into bed, dressed
in one of her short cotton nighties.
"Tell me. What has he done now?" I asked curiously.
"After you left, he went on and on about how beautiful and sexy I was, and asked loads of
questions about our life and some private things, if I am happy with you and so on."
"Oh, really? Tahir? I didn’t know that he is such a crude man…". I was really astonished.
"It's ok Nadir. It's funny, sort of... He was drunk…", Meena giggled, I thought she is also a slightly
tipsy.
Meena cuddled up to me, laying her head on my chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up a
cross my thighs.
"What did he ask?"
"He asked if you could handle "such a hot wife". How often we do it? What kind of lover you are?
Was I satisfied?", She giggled again.
"Unbelievable, what did you say?", I asked. I was annoyed but at the same time a bit excited, I felt
it.
"I brushed him off. I'm not talking to him about that sort of thing.". Meena replied.
"Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully."
"Good for you. He can be quite a bully, it seems," I noted.
"He went on and on about my body... how fit and firm it looked, about my legs and my breasts. He
was for that as we know him, impudent and outrageous.”.
“Did you say something?”, I asked.
Meean answered, “It was creepy coming from him; I had not expected and was not used to, I
thought that was sure alcohol and just laughed. " Meena embraced me, I felt my rod, which was a
somehow excited and a bit erect.
She giggled and continued, “He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted.".
I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting a real erection. As soon as I became
conscious of it, my cock grew iron hard and extended to its full length. I twisted a little trying to
keep it away but Meena's had it under her control.
Meena stroked my erection, and whispered in my ear, "My Lord seems and feels completely
healthy, We must be grateful to Tahir," and giggled.
I laughed and asked further, "And then, did he do or say anything else?"
"He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting I give him a kiss on the lips.", Meena
whispered.
Then she held me tighter and her leg came further up pressed onto my hard penis.
"Nadir, It is incredible, this talking about this, is exciting you so strong, isn't it?"
Meena's hand reached down and massaged my scrotum, then she took me in her hand and
stoked my dick gently and slowly, again.
"Go on, baby, tell me more…" I spoke. This came out as a constricted croak.
She chuckled. "He wouldn't let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the
lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my
mouth. He caught me by surprise."
Meena paused. She was masturbating me harder now, still slow. She pulled the duvet back and to
expose me. I was streaming pre-cum. She used this to lubricate me.
"He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom and one hand went up my jumper and mauled
my breast. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away he had got what
he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said: "Goodnight sweet, sexy Meena.
See you tomorrow." As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me, against my tightly. I
felt his hard, hot erection. It felt big, heavy and hard as iron. That was it. That's what happened."
Meena was still wanking me slowly. We were both breathing heavily.
"Stop. Please. I'm going to come.", I demanded.
"What made this hot thing so erect? Tahir's behaviour? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me?
That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge cock? He's very hard and very big, you know. He is
like his horses. I was really astonished!", Meena said while her hand just held me.
Meena pulled my pyjamas down, straddled my waist and let herself down on me smoothly, all the
way. She was hot and wet.
"Try to hold on, baby, please… I need it… That all made me so hat, he and you...", Meena
moaned.
I didn't move. One thrust might have done for me. Meena smiled at me, and she ground down on
me gently. She pulled her nighty off her shoulders to bare her breasts. She leant forward on her
hands and dangled her heavy, beautiful tits in to my face.
Then she continued, " This old Tahir, is so rude, if I let him, he is not going to stop his flirting and
groping, especially if he drinks. He wants me, I felt it today. you know. I bet he gets more
adventurous, ruder, more demanding, if the opportunity allows, he will definitely want more...
What are we going to do baby? Next time if he wants to go further... if he wants to… to fuck me,
you know.... How would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him...
ugly and nasty you know... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry
slut..."
Meena was babbling. This was not the same Meena. She was completely drunk, just as Tahir
and… me?
All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes she groaned or sighed and at times
I could barely make out what she was saying. She got more and more excited as she went,
grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. I stayed with her, concentrating on
holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight.
"Or maybe you want him... to make me… his… His woman…", Meena was provoking me, but I
thought she also talked more about bringing herself to the highest point...
Meena looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Nadir, my baby... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want me to let him?"
I was shocked by what my wife had said, at her seldom dirty language.
I couldn’t stop myself. I screamed out as my hips bucked up off the bed, pressing myself deeper
into Meena. I came hard then, grunting and panting, my cock convulsed as I shot my hot cum into
my hot Meena.
Meena responded in an explosive orgasm of her own and collapsed down on my chest.
She stroked my face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off me and embarrassed me
and kissed my lips.
We slept soon…
To be continued…
Nadir’s Narration:
Meena and I spent a lot of time in the fresh air, walking around with his two giant dogs that
seemed to love Meena, and much time to observe Tahir's many animals until the evening.
In the evening outside in the garden, we had great dinner. Apart from the Asian couple who then
withdrew in their room in another part of the house, we were the only guests left.
After dinner we drank Tahir’s good red wine.
Then we three, tired of daily activities, sat down in his living room and then library, with a glass of
wine or coffee and chatted.
We were all three after half an hour a bit drunk, especially Tahir. It was fun, in its way.
Tahir was on form, telling stories and charming Meena as only he could.
He showed this time us some pictures, too. They were photos of himself and his ranch and
animals which were taken over the years. But not in one album as las time but with a
projection device and slides on the wall.
Finally, a little short of 11pm, I said I needed to get some fresh air and left them both alone.
When I came back after a quarter of an hour, I said goodbye and went to the bedrooms that were
intended for us. This time was the room in another part of building.
I was still awake in bed waiting for her, when Meena appeared. She came into our bedroom about
20 minutes later with a huge grin on her face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, this old lumberjack..."
Meena went into the bathroom to remove make up and brush her teeth. She got into bed, dressed
in one of her short cotton nighties.
"Tell me. What has he done now?" I asked curiously.
"After you left, he went on and on about how beautiful and sexy I was, and asked loads of
questions about our life and some private things, if I am happy with you and so on."
"Oh, really? Tahir? I didn’t know that he is such a crude man…". I was really astonished.
"It's ok Nadir. It's funny, sort of... He was drunk…", Meena giggled, I thought she is also a slightly
tipsy.
Meena cuddled up to me, laying her head on my chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up a
cross my thighs.
"What did he ask?"
"He asked if you could handle "such a hot wife". How often we do it? What kind of lover you are?
Was I satisfied?", She giggled again.
"Unbelievable, what did you say?", I asked. I was annoyed but at the same time a bit excited, I felt
it.
"I brushed him off. I'm not talking to him about that sort of thing.". Meena replied.
"Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully."
"Good for you. He can be quite a bully, it seems," I noted.
"He went on and on about my body... how fit and firm it looked, about my legs and my breasts. He
was for that as we know him, impudent and outrageous.”.
“Did you say something?”, I asked.
Meean answered, “It was creepy coming from him; I had not expected and was not used to, I
thought that was sure alcohol and just laughed. " Meena embraced me, I felt my rod, which was a
somehow excited and a bit erect.
She giggled and continued, “He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted.".
I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting a real erection. As soon as I became
conscious of it, my cock grew iron hard and extended to its full length. I twisted a little trying to
keep it away but Meena's had it under her control.
Meena stroked my erection, and whispered in my ear, "My Lord seems and feels completely
healthy, We must be grateful to Tahir," and giggled.
I laughed and asked further, "And then, did he do or say anything else?"
"He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting I give him a kiss on the lips.", Meena
whispered.
Then she held me tighter and her leg came further up pressed onto my hard penis.
"Nadir, It is incredible, this talking about this, is exciting you so strong, isn't it?"
Meena's hand reached down and massaged my scrotum, then she took me in her hand and
stoked my dick gently and slowly, again.
"Go on, baby, tell me more…" I spoke. This came out as a constricted croak.
She chuckled. "He wouldn't let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the
lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my
mouth. He caught me by surprise."
Meena paused. She was masturbating me harder now, still slow. She pulled the duvet back and to
expose me. I was streaming pre-cum. She used this to lubricate me.
"He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom and one hand went up my jumper and mauled
my breast. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away he had got what
he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said: "Goodnight sweet, sexy Meena.
See you tomorrow." As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me, against my tightly. I
felt his hard, hot erection. It felt big, heavy and hard as iron. That was it. That's what happened."
Meena was still wanking me slowly. We were both breathing heavily.
"Stop. Please. I'm going to come.", I demanded.
"What made this hot thing so erect? Tahir's behaviour? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me?
That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge cock? He's very hard and very big, you know. He is
like his horses. I was really astonished!", Meena said while her hand just held me.
Meena pulled my pyjamas down, straddled my waist and let herself down on me smoothly, all the
way. She was hot and wet.
"Try to hold on, baby, please… I need it… That all made me so hat, he and you...", Meena
moaned.
I didn't move. One thrust might have done for me. Meena smiled at me, and she ground down on
me gently. She pulled her nighty off her shoulders to bare her breasts. She leant forward on her
hands and dangled her heavy, beautiful tits in to my face.
Then she continued, " This old Tahir, is so rude, if I let him, he is not going to stop his flirting and
groping, especially if he drinks. He wants me, I felt it today. you know. I bet he gets more
adventurous, ruder, more demanding, if the opportunity allows, he will definitely want more...
What are we going to do baby? Next time if he wants to go further... if he wants to… to fuck me,
you know.... How would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him...
ugly and nasty you know... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry
slut..."
Meena was babbling. This was not the same Meena. She was completely drunk, just as Tahir
and… me?
All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes she groaned or sighed and at times
I could barely make out what she was saying. She got more and more excited as she went,
grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. I stayed with her, concentrating on
holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight.
"Or maybe you want him... to make me… his… His woman…", Meena was provoking me, but I
thought she also talked more about bringing herself to the highest point...
Meena looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Nadir, my baby... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want me to let him?"
I was shocked by what my wife had said, at her seldom dirty language.
I couldn’t stop myself. I screamed out as my hips bucked up off the bed, pressing myself deeper
into Meena. I came hard then, grunting and panting, my cock convulsed as I shot my hot cum into
my hot Meena.
Meena responded in an explosive orgasm of her own and collapsed down on my chest.
She stroked my face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off me and embarrassed me
and kissed my lips.
We slept soon…
To be continued…
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