Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (VI)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"He enters you quickly, Meena," I said as I slid my middle and ring fingers, one over the other, inside
 
her, earning me another desperate but quiet whimper. "Anyone watching will just see your eyelids
 
flutter and your body stiffen from the sudden penetration. That big farmer, Tahir, Meena, has a grip
 
on your bare hips, panting and wheezing as he thrusts into you in short, frantic thrusts... Sweat
 
forming on his brow. He even takes the opportunity to quickly push up his glasses. They keep
 
slipping down as he stares at your balled up, skirt-covered ass in his hands, compressed even
 
further into two bubbles by the elastic of your tights that lift up your blonde, peach, fluffy cheeks.
 
Meena, his cock is on the small side, but one thing is certain about this man: he is relentless."
 
"I would feel it, I mean I would feel him in me, Nadir. It would hit the right spot inside me. I'm
 
tight... I'd be tight against him, like I was against your fingers." Meena said this, almost to herself,
 
it seemed. I couldn't believe she had even said that.
 
I paused and blinked at her. She just stayed as she was, moving her ass with my hand.
 
"God..." I said with breathless lust as my cock grew rock hard. "You are so good to someone who
 
needs you, who needs your body, baby," I said, rubbing my left hand back and forth over her belly.
 
She smiled, her eyes still closed as she listened to me.
 
"He's really taking me, Nadir. Our farmer, lumberjack Tahir?", Meena moaned.
 
"Yes, do you want him to…?” I asked, “Do you want to tell, how he…”.
 
“No, I mean yes, I want him to, but no, you continue… please…”, she whispered.
 
“Like I said, he's relentless. You keep shifting your position, like you don't know what to do with
 
yourself. You start sobbing and wailing, trying to stifle it with the back of your hand, the same hand
 
that's still holding your briefcase."
 
"Ohhh," Meena sighed. "Oh, Nadir, that's... I like that..."
 
"Just like now... You're in a state of lust-driven compulsion and under his control." Meena smiled at
 
that. "His forceful pumping is actually causing your heels to lift with each thrust, the slapping
 
sounds that are made every time his thighs hit the back of your ass... the backs of your thighs...
 
are starting to attract the attention of those around you. But it's the look on your face that
 
fascinates me," I added quietly into her left ear as I pushed what wasn't inside her from my fingers
 
against Meena's pussy and ass and pushed upwards. Her hips jerked.
 
"And… You're...you're watching," Meena said faintly.
 
" Of course I'm watching. I watch you Meena... I'm rubbing myself watching this happen to you...
 
How Tahir takes you so crazy, so hard, without mercy,”
 
 
With her forehead still pressed against the wall Meena turned it enough to one side to glance over
 
at me through hazy eyes as I worked her pussy nice and slow with my fingers and palm. She
 
slowly reached out and caressed my face, holding it as she twitched again. Meena looked
 
incredible. She felt and was smelling...incredible. I wanted to fuck her right then, but somehow felt
 
desire in me to continue.
 
"Your hair is fluttering around. You instinctively reach back behind you... To what? stop him? grab
 
him? you don't know... Just you reach back. Tahir ignores this and you're only able to hold onto the
 
grab bar in front of you, gripping it tight, while you are pumped silly. Your head falls forward.
 
Unable to stifle it any longer, you cry out from under several locks of hair. Your hand slips and you
 
quickly take hold of the grab bar again. In a daze, you bring your head up. Through your locks of
 
muddled hair you see the other men who've turned their attention to you and are staring. Some of
 
them have an erection. One of them is Farzan, he stands near to you both, and touches front of
 
his pants, you can see he has an erection, too. But… you don’t care, Meena…”. I said.
 
“I… I don’t care… Ohhh… God…”, she repeated moaning.
 
 I continued, “It's not that you don't care Meena...you simply can't. Through several of the faces
 
you see me. Some hair bounces in front of your eyes and just as quickly shakes away and you
 
can see me. Eye contact... Jerking and unsteady eye contact with me and with those around you,
 
watching as you take the pounding."
 
"Nadir, I… I like that part; strangers are watching this, watching him takes me from behind, and I
 
make eye contact with them as this man is taking me."
 
"All strangers are watching you, Meena. And I like that part too, you are looking at them while this
 
is happening to you. Anyway, Tahir fucking you pushes up, his focus on your ass in his hands.
 
He's giving it to you so good your hand slips from the grab bar and your briefcase falls to the floor.
 
Before you can take hold of it again, he quickly reaches around you and grabs both your wrists,
 
 drawing them behind you and folding your arms up at your low back keeping your bunched up
 
skirt there with them. He's holding them there with one big hand as he takes you by the hip with
 
his other and continues his pointed thrusting. You quickly adjust your footing so as to stay upright
 
in this delivered position, to give him a better access to your body.
 
"With your upper body being pulled back like that Meena, your office Jacket is spread open. At this
 
moment, Farzan who is in front of in front of you watching, reaches out and with both hands rips
 
your blouse and bra wide open and shakes them along with your jacket down over your
 
shoulders. Opening your upper body you to the crowd and exposing your hot naked breasts."
 
"Ohhh… God…" Meena whispered quickly. She turned her head against the wall, facing me with
 
glazed over eyes.

"Farzan and other men begin roughly manhandling your thrust out breasts, pulling and twisting on
 
your nipples, your pearl neckless hangs against your bared chest."
 
I ran my left hand up and did this to Meena as I spoke.
 
"One of them is a young teenage kid, he looks like Cyrus, son of Jalal, yes you recognize him, this is
 
Cyrus, but just a teenager…."
 
"Ohhh… shit…" she gushed with closed eye as she twisted her forehead against the wall.
 
"At this moment, Farzan takes you by the back of the head and forces his tongue down your
 
throat, kissing you hard and deep as you're felt up and fucked. You feel a hand, reach under the
 
front of your skirt and over your pussy as it's being pumped.
 
You instinctively step your feet apart. As your mouth is being tongue fucked you glance down to
 
see it is that young teenager, Cyrus doing this to you.", I spoke.
 
"Oh God… Nadir...", Meena moaned.
 
I pressed my covered erection against Meena's pants covered hip as I fingered her and pulled on
 
her nipple. With a moan she instantly turned her left knee into the other and clamped her thighs
 
down tight on my right hand enough to where I couldn't move it on her.
 
""Ohhh…I'm all wet," she whispered hotly at me.
 
"I know," I said, "and getting sweaty too," I added, letting go her breast to reach up and wipe some
 
matted hair from her forehead. Meena released her inner thigh grip on my hand and I went back to
 
 running it over her slick labia as she listened.
 
"Meena, at that moment my thought is that you are wife... But at the time you're also everyone's
 
hot little piece of public bus pussy, okay? Are you?"
 
"Hmmm," Meena moaned low and nodded as if in a lust induced trance.
 
"And not only I am jerking off to it, but I am also encouraging men to get up there
 
and cop a feel of those hot sexy tits."
 
Meena pushed away from the wall as a breath exhale of lust escaped her and she looked at
 
me, looking exhausted.
 
"Public pussy?? Nadir you...you've never talked about me like that... "
 
"It's how they see you, Meena. You're that hot little married pussy at the bus that everyone wants
 
to rip the clothes off of. Tahir, this farmer behind you...he's wanted you all time, since he met you
 
for first time...."
 
Meena grabbed the back of my head with her left hand and pulled me to her for a lips kiss of
 
Then she placed her hand and forehead back against the wall.
 
"Nadir, I want this Lumberjack, Tahir, to find relief in me before anyone else...", Meena whispered.
 
I was stunned by Meena's participating comment. A tingle ran up my spine and had I let them my
 
eyes would have rolled up.
 
“Really? You want him to fuck your brain out and cum in your pussy? Your dipping pussy?” I
 
asked.
 
“Yes… Ohh… God… I want it … I need it…” Meena was just panting down at the floor, her
 
shoulders rising and falling as she waited for me to continue.
 
"Is that okay?" she asked all soft and worried without looking up.
 
I swallowed hard as I blinked at her. "God yesss... I love you and your sexy good heart, you want
 
to give him relief..."
 
Meena smiled to herself. "I thought it would sound good to you if I say that," she said earnestly.
 
"It did. I love when you burst out stuff like that." I said.
 
"You do? Do you like it if I say that way?" She asked, hoarsely.
 
"Yeah, a lot," I whispered. Meena smiled to herself again. Then a bit louder, I said "Listen... You try

 to get away with resting the side of your head against that vertical grab bar as you're being felt up
 
and fucked, but Tahir holding your arms behind you lets go your hip to reach over and grab a
 
 handful of hair, pulling your head back as he holds your arms behind you and pumps into you."
 
, "'Yesss’, sounded in several of those men in response. You're having to look down at them
 
because of the way your head is being held back. Your mouth is hanging open and you sent out a
 
long and low moan of your throat because of the indecent and rude way you are being held in
 
position and used and manhandled in front of your husband and a crowded bus full of
 
strangers."
 
"'Keep fucking her like that,' you hear. You recognize my voice and from your strained back head
 
position you focus your gaze on me. Tahir’s pumping is still raising your heels off the floor, which
 
looks even sexier with your arms folded behind you and his grip on your hair. You watch from the
 
 same position as that young kid, Cyrus withdraws his hand and smells it."
 
"Ohhh God Nadir…" Meena moaned, letting her eyes close to my words.
 
The wet smacking sounds were getting louder as she wiggled her pussy against my open palm.
 
I swallowed while saying these words to my wife and using my hand to masturbate her. Meena
 
was listening joyfully and obviously enjoying this all, highly.
 
I leaned in against her ear.
 
"You're incredibly hot, right now Meena," I groaned. She responded by pushing her left hip out
 
against my harden. I dipped two fingers in her and she slid against the wall with a groaning and
 
forced exhale of her breath as she arched her ass back and forth against my hand. I used my left
 
hand at her tummy to encourage her back to the position she was, then let her raise up enough to
 
move my fingers and undulate her hips against my soaking wet open palm again.
 
"Ohhh," I sighed at how smooth she felt. My mouth was hanging open over it and for the moment
 
I'd forgotten what I was talking about.
 
"Oh…. Oooh," Meena let loose with a low sobbing groan and turned to look at me.
 
I'd been staring down at her and glanced up to meet her gaze. Together we listened to the
 
 incredible sounds of her wet cunt against my palm as she worked on it if she intentionally making
 
 them. We met in a steamy kiss over it, leaving our foreheads together when it ended.
 
"Oh… God," I sighed under my breath, glancing down and the back at her.
 
"Oh! Oooooh? I'm so wet…" Meena cried with lustful desperation. "…Nadir," She moaned at me
 
with anxious eyes. I wanted to finish so I placed a finger over my lips to shhhh her.
 
"Ughh," she groaned and closed her eyes to let her head come to rest against the wall again.
 
The wet smacking noises from her pussy the only sound beside her breath. I continued.
 
"At one point baby, you become shaky and your knees buckle. Tahir lets go your hair. While
 
keeping both your arms folded up behind you, he reaches his arm around your skirted waist.
 
He is the only thing stopping you from falling, and takes this opportunity to deliver several pointed
 
thrusts up into you, further preventing your ability to stand on your own. But in spite of his arm
 
 around your waist, with his pumping you still begin to sink in."
 
"Mmm…" Meena let out with a groan and a sideways glance at me.
 
"You quickly step your feet apart and manage to bring yourself back upright, and feel hot breath
 
against your ear."
 
"'You like this, slut? Tahir, grunts, 'You like me fucking you? ...You can tell by the lack of
 
certainty in his voice that he wants you to answer in the affirmative to help get him off. You are so
 
beautiful that the ugly, big farmer can't believe that he's getting to do this to you."
 
"Do I feel good to him Nadir? Do I satisfy Tahir… Does he likes my…" Meena moaned, looking at
 
me as she gyrated her arched out ass against my hand.
 
"Don't worry baby. He likes your pussy."
 
"Ohhhh," Meena sighed out loud. "He... he likes my pussy? Nadir that makes me dazed you
 
saying that."
 
"But you want help him. You want answer, but he's fucking you too hard and fast. All you can do is
 
rear your head back next to his and nod against his. He moans out with lust and disbelief at the
 
devotion and admit. And with this added sense of confidence and achievement he starts fucking
 
you harder. And you're moaning Meena. Low and throaty moaning as your pumped into."
 
Meena was grinding her pussy hard against my right hand as she listened. Her twisting and taut
 
midsection felt so sexy against my splayed open left hand.
 
"Tahir starts flying in and out of your pussy, Meena. You attempt to look back at him but you can't."
 
"'That's it,' you hear someone say. 'Fuck her... Fuck that hot little bitch!’, 'Fuck that classy hot slut,'
 
says another as your breast is pulled and slapped hard."
 
"God…" Meena said, opening her eyes on me. "Oh… God…Nadir... These words, these names
 
you're using..."
 
I curled my fingers into her hair to let her know I heard her, getting a whimper from her.
 
She turned her face to the right, wanting to kiss my left palm. I let her, then placed it back against
 
her belly as she rest her forehead against the wall, looking down at her feet. I ran my full hand
 
 over her smooth wet and swollen mound and cupped it. Meena was soaked. My fingers were
 
 covered with her juices. The pussy rubbing resumed, and I continued.
 
"Encouraged by the others, Tahir groans ‘Yes, give it to me, give me that pussy, you bitch…”, as
 
he is fucking you, trying to see your reaction. You notice it just as reaches around and mauls one
 
of your tits and you cry out at him with anxious eyes. That's what he wanted to see Meena. He's
 
going to cum, to cum in your cunt…"
 
"Ohhhh… Yessss," she said with a breathy whisper.
 
"To ensure a good pumping of his orgasm he lets go your wrists to grip you just under your
 
bunched up skirted hips. Your lifeless arms fall to your sides, dangling there as you sink into the
 
vertical grab bar and stay there, supported by the front of your right shoulder as you're fucked up
 
against it."
 
"Oooh?!" Meena looked over and moaned at me with narrowed eyes.
 
"And he starts cumming. Hard. Hard inside you, deep inside your pussy, Meena. Grunting and
 
 vigorous this man is. Ramming pumps in your curved ass and pussy to get as deep inside you as
 
he can. You are twitching and jerking through it. Teeth clenched and wincing from this Lumberjack,
 
Tahir. And everyone around is fucking out of their minds watching you, this classy looking woman,
 
let him put it to you. Several men start undoing their pants... As you're taking Tahir’s orgasm you
 
feel your hand being pulled and placed on someone's erection."
 
"Ohhh…my...my goodness…" Meena sighed as I spoke. She was blinking rapidly as she stared at
 
the wall an inch in front of her. "Nadir, you are making me...so turned on and wet. I want to feel
 
you…", she moaned, reaching to undo my belt buckle. I grabbed her hand and put it back on the
 
wall.
 
"Keep your hands where they are Meena.", I groaned.
 
"Yes sir," she breathed steadily at me.
 
"Ughhh..." I groaned, pressing my hard on against her hip with an open mouthed snarl. "Careful
 
Baby.... I want get through this and make you cum before we fuck."
 
"Ohhh..."she sighed. "Then please hurry?!"
 
"No," I breathed low.
 
"Mmm..," Meena whimpered.
 
We kissed again and I continued.
 
"Meena, with Tahir’s scary moaning and still clenching and held convulsive pumps of
 
semen inside you, you hear my voice close to you. You hear me tell you to stay like that, 'Untill he
 
has finished with you, he has emptied in you…"
 
"Oh my..." Meena said faintly. Her knees buckled and I thought that was it.
 
"You answer me the same way you did just now, with a breathy but determined, 'Yes, sir.'"
 
Meena slowly bit her lip at that little detail, pressing her forehead against the wall.
 
"I see why you like that," she whispered at me as her hips twitched involuntarily. "The way you
 
have me say it. I like it..."
 
"'Someone is grabbing your ass. I see it is Farzan. You're not sure who, but your automatically
 
response is to give it a wiggle against Tahir behind you as he keeps his spasming body pressed
 
up against your buttocks, getting a moan from him."
 
"My.... Oooh… Nadir," Meena groaned over at me with furrowed brow anxious eyes.
 
I reached further down under her pants to grab one of her hips. "Right here, this part of you. This
 
 is what men are pressed up against when they're holding cock deep inside you."
 
"Oh yessss," she hissed as I rubbed my hand on her and slid my palm back up to her pussy.
 
"Once Tahir is done Meena, with a confident but awkwardly delivered slap to your ass he steps
 
back, pulling up and buckling his trousers where he stands. He has used you. He's gotten relief
 
from your body."
 
"Mmm..." Meena whimpered hotly. "Was I his good little girl?"
 
"Ughhh... You were Meena, you were a good bitch for him to use," I breathed at her. "God that was
 
sexy you say that!"
 
Meena exhaled a hot and bothered smile to herself. She swallowed and spoke up again.
 
"His...his piece of…"
 
"His good little piece of public bus pussy…yessss."
 
"Ohhh?! Oh Nadir...I'm so close!" Meena whispered hotly.
 
"When he lets go your hips the men around you step back and watch as you slid down that vertical
 
 grab bar and fall on the floor. On your knees and shoulders...both arms extended and lying flat on
 
the floor by your knees, palms up, face turned to one side as you catch your breath..."
 
"Ohh… GOD... ", Meena moaned.
 
"...and your buttered little pussy all turned up...open and dilated for the next man, Farzan who
 
near stands and has his very erected cock in his hand..."
 
"Nadir I'm cumming," Meena said almost and suddenly.
 
She went rigid and began to shake and quiver, turning one knee into the other like she had to pee.
 
I was thankful I had my left arm under both hers with my grip on her right shoulder, because it was
 
 all that was keeping her from falling. The more she came the more Meena began to twist into me,
 
 eyes strained up and to the left but not looking at me, mashing her head against mine so hard it
 
hurt. I had to withdraw my right hand so she could turn and grind on the knee I was offering her.
 
 She clenched her fingers into the back of my shoulders, breathing out her orgasm against my my
 
neck with a single and exhilarated sobbing exhale of "OHHH!!"
 
The fact is, there is no sensation quite like my wife's tensed up and quivering body squeezing the
 
life out of you as she experiences and emits a mind blowing orgasm; I live for it and I love to see it.
 
My greatest joy while sharing her, is experiencing this moment when she surrenders and gives in
 
and orgasms so intensely.
 
I held her tight, whispering words of encouragement as she rode it out. It was beautiful.
 
My left knee was soaked from her juices as she shook and trembled against me. Her breath, hot
 
and steamy on my neck where her mouth was planted against. When her breathing slowed, I
 
pulled her pants back up but couldn't resist bringing my right hand up to my nose as I held her to
 
me.
 
To be continued…