Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (IV)

Nadir’s Narration:
 
We kissed a little bit longer, smiling through most of them. It was great.
 
"So..." she said when we finally managed to stop.
 
"Wow!... So... It's one I've been somehow hesitant about. This fantasy."
 
"Oh? Should I be frightened?"
 
"Mm, maybe.... It's men we don't know exactly how they act, so..."
 
"Men? More than one?"
 
Again, I paused. Meena turned her head to look at me.
 
"Mm...it's just something that sort of developed on its own in my mind, and I let it. I'll understand if
 
it doesn't feel right to you or-"
 
"Stop," she said, placing a finger over my lips. "Are you there? In this? Are you there with me and
 
those men?"
 
I reared my head back. "Meena I'm always there. You know that."
 
She blinked at me. ", yes sorry… Okay..."
 
"Meena you never have to ask that. I'm surprised at you," I tried to sound half angry and hurt,.
 
She looked dejected. "Iam so sorry, baby, " she said, straining for a kiss. "It was just the way you
 
began. With that...warning."
 
"Well?" I scolded, "There never would have been a fantasy to start with if I was never in it with
 
you. Never ever, wife." I could tell Meena was about to say something again, so I place my left
 
index finger across her lips.
 
" Yes, sir. Husband," came her muffled reply. To her lustful surprise I slid my finger in her mouth
 
and she quickly got serious again, sucking on it as she stared at me.
 
"Just, let me tell it... Just..." I said as she slowly worked my finger with her soft little mouth. What
 
I'd done was backfiring. She caught this and turned to face me, using both her hands to hold my
 
finger to her, which she knew I loved. "And-...God…" I blinked. I felt myself leaning into her and
 
lose my concentration. Meena smiled over my finger. I swallowed and tried to continue. She was
 
making it difficult. On purpose. "And... And Meena, I don't even know if I... How I feel about this,
 
this fantasy." I took a deep breath and swallowed as she stared intently at me. "It's one of those
 
things that...that...you think of and know that it can never really be..."
 
She slowly shook her head no as she danced her tongue under my finger.
 
"...because it's a way out there. It might seem a little harsh...toward you."
 
Meena was smiling at me as she continued her thing, "Hmmm," she hummed over it.
 
"God…" I looked at her and spoke.
 
"If it does, seem tough...just know that that aspect of it is...um...is my honest attempt at trying
 
to..."
 
She was nodding very slowly as she kept it up.
 
"...is my attempt to add a bit of reality to it. God damn that feels good."
 
Meena quickly switched to my thumb without breaking eye contact.
 
"Ohhh," I sighed, meeting her gaze through shutting eyes.
 
She smiled. Then purposely added some wet smacking sound to it.
 
"Oooh shit!" I sighed. "...Just know that...things that are...that are said, not meaning done or
 
do…in what I'm about to tell you..."
 
She was nodding with my words.
 
"...some of those things I'm... I'm not crazy about them Meena...
 
"Hm'mm," she shook her head.
 
"...but...I like it."
 
"Mm'hm," she hummed over my thumb. "Some of them," I said breathy quick.
 
Meena narrowed her eyes as she nodded and sucked in my thumb, then eyes closed she swirled
 
her tongue around my thumb, alternated between that and sucking on it.
 
"Ohhh that...that is hot Meena!" I whispered excitedly.
 
She let my finger go.
 
"Should I be angry about some of them?" she asked softly, kissing my hand.
 
I shook my head.
 
"But if you like them," she said even softer, kissing her up my arm as she used it to pull me to her.
 
"Yes, I like my fantasies…" I breathed quick.
 
"Some of them," she added softly.
 
Dizzy with lust I nodded quick and nervous like.
 
"Tell meeeee," she whispered into my mouth as we kissed.
 
It was hot and heavy. I couldn't resist reaching down and running my right hand over her pants
 
clad butts, getting an "Ooooh…" from Meena as I hit upon her wetness, and getting another when
 
 I reached up with my left to cup massage her right breast.
 
"Mmmm… Nadir…," she breathed out loud, breaking our kiss to let her lips mash drag along mine
 
as she pressed back at me with her left hip, threatening to turn and face me fully.
 
We pushed away from each other, with Meena breathing heavy as she faced the wall and gently
 
replaced her hands then her forehead against it.
 
"You can tell…?" she said softly, catching her breath. The hard on in my pants was poking against
 
her hip. "And you're already making me wet by what you just did, with your finger..." she added
 
breathily without looking at me this time.
 
"My finger?..." I groaned. "And this is from you, by the way," I said, pressing my tented erection
 
against her left hip. "Not from some fantasy."
 
Meena broke her contact with the wall to give me a smile and lick of her upper lip.
 
"Mmmm…" I breathed, using my strength to keep from ravaging her over that.
 
"Tell me,", she said. "Tell it to me.", Meena moaned barely audible.
 
"Shit..." I gulped hard. " Gold… Meena you are incredible. Just...the sexiest hot woman on the
 
planet... God damn."
 
"Hmmm!" she smiled to herself against the wall, her body just wavering side to side in
 
anticipation...and satisfaction.
 
I took a deep breath, let it out, and then proceeded.
 
"All right. For what ever reason, you and I have to take a bus from job to home...” I began.
 
Meena asked,” A bus? I thought we’ll be in farm…”.
 
“No, not this one, not this fantasy… we took the bus home. I know there isn't one around here,
 
but... I've met you at work, and for whatever reason we have to take the bus home."
 
Meena nodded. "Well, I don't see you in the way I'm going to say or describe it. Just the way
 
others there would probably see you. The way people there would see you...at least they would
after a while, see you so. Okay?" I spoke.
 
Meena nodded, "Okay...now I'm really curious. Please continue...", Meena added.
 
Again, I swallowed hard and went on, "It takes place at night or at dusk, inside a bus. One that
 
travels a long distance between stops. And for some reason it's not quite bright in there. It's bright
 
enough to see, but dark enough that when you pass streetlights...there are fleeting moments
 
where different parts of the interior are lit up, but not too bright."
 
Meena nodded. “I follow you.”
 
“Okay. So the car isn’t completely full, but it’s enough that everyone is pretty close together. All the
 
seats are taken. Something like that. But it doesn’t matter if there are seats or if anyone is sitting.
 
Only those who are standing. And it’s a little stuffy, but not suffocating. But people can smell each
 
other, okay?"
 
Meena suddenly exhaled and pressed her forehead to the wall.
 
" Nadir, that detail...do we need…" Meena asked.
 
"Yes, because you know where this is going." I answered.
 
Meena looked over at me, I just stared back until she leaned her head back against the wall.
 
"So initial 'view' is like a camera shot from above, and it starts at end of the bus, over a crowd,
 
inside the cabin of car. Even though the ceiling of bus isn't much higher, when it finally stops an
 
zooms in on you and me standing in the middle of a crowd, holding on to one of those things that
 
run along the inside that you hold on to for balance. As it is, a few passengers slipped between
 
us."
 
Meena looked at me funny.
 
"What things?"
 
"Huh?"
 
"What are we holding on to again?"
 
"It's not important... whatever it's called, but..."
 
"You mean a handhold?"
 
"Mm, I guess they're in there, but... I'm thinking one of those bars that..."
 
"A handhold."
 
"Meena…" I exhaled, rolling my eyes. "Baby, I'll never make it through this."
 
"Yes sir, exactly, pardon!" she said, saluting, and went to resume her position.
 
"Ughhh..." I groaned.
 
"Sorry…", she said.
 
"Okay," I sighed. "That was sweet what you did, but that makes me... make me fuck your brains
 
out."
 
"God!" Meena gasped. "Saluting?" She started to do it again and I grabbed her wrist.
 
"Young lady, I'm going to fuck your brains out. Now or when I'm done with my story...."
 
"Both?" she spat, unable to hold back her laughter.
 
"Meena!"
 
"Yes, sir!" she said, continuing with a serious look on her face. At that, my eyes closed and I
 
moaned again. Meena arched her back and blinked at me. "Really?? Wow!" she marveled. "Two
 
times?"
 
"You call me sir??" I asked, staring at Meena as if to say, 'How could you?'
 
"Really? Because it's a submissive thing or something?" Meena started to grin widely.
 
I raised my eyebrow at her."No. At least I don't think so. Not when it comes out like that. But this
 
story is about submission, you know, then it fits,”.
 
Meena watched in horror as I leaned closer, “Oh God, did I have to be scared?”., she said.
 
"Don't say it, Nadir." She immediately closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she turned
 
away from me, exhaling laughter through her nose.
 
"Yes, but just from me," I said, holding it up as she turned away from me again. "Hey, you can't
 
hide from me by just looking over there." I said, pressing my face to the side of her head and
 
kissing her left ear.
 
Meena's lips burst with laughter, but she kept trying to look away.
 
She sounded so sweet and young and just the same as when I first met her… and it touched me.
 
And I just took it all in and stood there. In love.
 
Meena waited and turned to look up at me, smiling and looking so pretty. I almost had tears in my
 
eyes. Meena saw it.
 
Her lips parted in wonder just like her appreciative eyes filled with love and she sighed softly and
 
sweetly with a weak and breathy "Ohhhhh" and turned to hold my face in her hands.
 
"I-..." I stammered.
 
"Yes, I know... me too," she whispered, nodding quickly and tiptoeing toward me with her eyes
 
closed.
 
The kiss was soft and sweet. It lasted only a moment... my "moment"... but the kiss lasted; long
 
enough to get hot and heavy again surprisingly quickly. No words needed to be said. This is what
 
usually happens to Meena, and the remedy is the same with her. It's an easily solved non-
 
problem, similar to watching the person you love sleep peacefully. If anything, what had just
 
happened to me only showed us that we were stronger than any fantasy. And the increasingly
 
sensual kiss only reminded us that we could safely open ourselves to it again. And if we weren't,
 
then our pressed together and aroused sexes did.
 
The kiss ended with several small but very loving and lustful ones. And I continued.
 
"But the point is," I said, meeting Meena in a quick kiss that she initiated.
 
"The point is..." she repeated with a wink, leaning her head against the wall.
 
"But the point is, that saluting you did and that word, sir, you said, that made my gun… you made
 
me…”  I searched after right word.
 
 
"… to want to fuck my brains out," she said to the wall.
 
"wow... God… yes or see some other one…" I said quietly, pressing my erection against her hip.
 
Meena immediately got serious, exhaling sharply as she stared over at me. "You make me hot…
 
somebody else to fuck my brains out??" she said, expressionless except for the glint of love in her
 
eyes.
 
"God, Meena… You can…" I began.
 
“…read your thoughts?”, she giggled.
 
"That would be enough," she said quietly. "Because it makes me..." Meena rolled her eyes,
 
smiling. "And it makes me love you."
 
We leaned in for another kiss, pulling apart so slowly that the smacking sounds went on forever.
 
I waited a moment, knowing where my fantasy was going. Meena leaned in and stole another
 
 quick kiss, then leaned her forehead against the wall and wiggled it for me. That was all I needed.
 
 I leaned close to her, placing my left hand gently on her stomach while I ran my right hand up and
 
down her ass. She exhaled deeply through her nose. And I continued where I left off.
 
To be continued…