Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (VII)

Nadir’s Narration:

We stayed like that After Meena was done. She was planting little kisses on my shoulder and 

chest.

"Why in a bus?" she asked, 

"Mm, I needed a crowd for it, to see you and to need relief. The original fantasy that I had was not 

so. In my head it was just you and Tahir, in a room or something like that. I don’t know… But I 

guess you enjoyed it more thart some other were watching… Not only me...."

" I understand. Yes, I think so, I think I was theirs at that moment, I mean all of them could have 

me and this was very exciting… But just in fantasy world, your fantasy world, you know..."

"Meena, in real life I wouldn't let us get separated. In that , or wherever."

She smiled at me, "Neither would I."

"No?" I asked.

"Never...", she answered.

"I like that to hear.", I said.

We met in a smiling kiss.

"I might need you to hold me up," she breathed between one, adding a bit to my lower lip.

"Mmm…" I groaned, getting a smile from Meena over my reaction.

"I love when I can do the same to you," she whispered.

I just nodded against her.

"So," I said, "the location and atmosphere and the words are how I somehow strengthened it. To 

give it some flavour..."

"Flavour... Mmm…" Meena whimpered. "It turns you on? to think of it?", I nodded. "And to tell me 

and have me listen?" she asked.

"A lot. What about you? What were you thinking of just then?"

"When I came?"

"Yes."

Meena's body was still pushing against me as she spoke, even twitching, "The way you described, 

at the very end, given all that had just happened to me as you told it. That made me cum Nadir, I 

came so like never before in the last weeks, maybe months, I admit. It all overwhelmed me and I 

couldn't listen to anymore without cumming." Meena swallowed hard. "But... so many men, and my 

buttered… God... That made me cum… Hearing that..."

“It was beautiful, just terrific,”, I spoke.

"Ehmm..." Meena swallowed. "Nadir...I think you are the only one who could talk me into an 

orgasm without even touching me."

"You like that, the word, the men, Tahir…?” I asked.

"Yesss..." Meena's voice was all breathy and feminine, and I had the sudden urge and need to 

make her cum again. To hear it.

"Come here, girl," I said, pulling her to me quick so we were tight up against each other. She was

 shocked and suddenly breathing heavier as we stared into each other's eyes. I reached up with 

my right hand and put my middle three fingers at her mouth. Meena opened her mouth with a wide 

eyed gasp, wrapping her lips over my fingers and sucking all three of them in, her tongue warm 

and wet on them. "Make them wet. Again."

"Mmm…" Meena moaned at that, her eyes hanging closed.

"Taste yourself?", I said softly.

She just nodded up at me. I withdrew my fingers, then licked and kissed Meena's partially open 

Mouth.

"Oh God…", she moaned.

"Yes, I am here…", I whispered as I slid them back in her.

"Mmmm…" she groaned

"You like how they used their girl?"

"Mmm?" she nodded, blinking up at me with my fingers as deep in her mouth as she could let 

them.

"Yes? To describe it how they did? You like that?" I asked again.

"Mm'hmm," she nodded again, sucking on my fingers with smiling eyes.

"Yes, Meena. Get them wet, that's it," I whispered when she used all her sucking muscles to 

have what she could from her salivary glands.

I withdrew them quickly and shoved them down between her legs as I got forehead to forehead 

with her.

"Uhhh!" she gasped.

"You know what you are?" I asked, pulling her head against mine with my left hand as I slid my 

right under the front of her pants and ran those saliva slickened fingers back between her swollen

 and already silky-smooth labia and kissed her quick.

"Tell me!" she murmured, her body stooped and twitching against me.

"You're my little buttered up slutty girl ..."

"What?!!" Meena snorted loudly as her hips bucked on me, having to take me by the back of the 

neck with her left hand and grasped my shoulder with her right.

"You're my hot little buttered up fuck pussy, aren't you…"

"Oh my..." she tilt her head upwards and bit down on my chin.

"Aren't you?" I demanded as I rubbed her faster.

"Nadir…" she said under her excited breath, digging all her ten nails into my skin.

"Answer me...", I said.

"Yesss!" Meena's hips bucked hard, and she kissed me hard again, pressing her head against 

mine so hard it hurt.

"Yes?", I teased.

"Oh God yesss! I am your buttered pussy girl… " she said with the breathy heat in her voice 

against my face.

"You like that? You like being that for me?"

"Oh yes- Oh baby…I like it…” , she responded.

“And for…?”, I asked teasingliy.

She looked at me with open eyes, “For??”, she said.

“For me and who else?”, I asked again.

"Who are you thinking of?" Meena asks curiously.

“Who are YOU thinking of?!” I replied.

“I am your girl, and this is your party, you decide,”, She answered.

I thought she was embarrassed to talk openly; in our fantasy game it was clear who had the main

 role and she knew that... But anyway, it was important for me to know that she had no dislike for 

him.

“Tahir? Farzan? Cyrus?”, I asked, if I am not sure.

“Tahir?...”,, she repeated shyly.

“Okay, then you want to be Tahir’s buttered pussy girl, too?” I asked.

“Yes, if you wish,” she murmured.

“No, if you wish, and I agree…”, I said and kissed her lips shortly, then I bent over with her in my 

arm like unconscious newlyweds and took a hot little breast in my mouth, sucking her nipple in 

deep to a low and throaty moan from her as she ran her soft little fingers through my hair and up 

over the top of my head, clawing it up in bundles. I licked my way back up her hot upper chest and 

neck and finally to her mouth. 

Meena's body curled and writhed under my tongue like a cat. 

"What are you Meena," I demanded.

"I'm your...I'm your buttered up little slut...", she moaned.

“And you are…”, I I asked, pushing my middle and ring fingers as deep inside her as I could.

"I'm his...Tahir’s buttered up little slut...", she moaned again.

"Ohhh… God… Yes…" she cried out, her voice loud and quivering under my sudden attack on all 

her senses at once as she hung onto my neck. I lean further forward, Meena's entire weight in my 

one hand at the middle of her muscular back. She gripped my shoulders tight as I fingered her

 bucking very wet pussy deep and her left foot came off the floor and back down again. I could feel 

her tighten on me.

"Cum my little buttered pussy slut…", I groaned.

"Ahhhhhhhh??!" she sighed out, staring up at me with wide eyed pure lust.

She raised her hand from my neck and slapped it back down with a look of shock, keeping our 

foreheads together, her tight sexy body shaking and trembling.

"Tahir’s buttery fuck pussy girl," I whispered hotly as I willed her to a hard climax with my eyes.

"Ohhh … Yesss…" she said quick.

"Yes?" I asked hoarsely.

"Yes, I… I am…", she repeated.

"You like that to be Tahir’s hot pussy girl??", I teased.

"YES!", she sighed out loudly.

"You are??", I asked.

"Yes, Nadir please tell me again!!" she said as quick as she could.

"You're Tahir’s buttery little fuck slut Meena and you love me don't you!", I said.

"Uhh'Huhhhhhh??!!" Meena whined as her neck began straining, staring up at me and holding on 

to me like it was the single most terrifying moment of her life.

I am Tahir’s buttery little fuck slut, and I love you, just you!”, she whined. 

"I love you too, my little hot pussy girl," I whispered and fingered her as fast as I could. 

God she was tight. I kissed her but she was unable to respond other than to let me mash our lips 

together. "Uhhh…" she moaned against my mouth, her voice suddenly stifled by an orgasmic 

twitch as her body went rigid. She grasped my wrist tight. I reared my head up to find Meena was 

biting her lip hard, and she suddenly began cumming.

"Meena you're my hot little slut," I whispered.

"Uhhh…" she stammered desperately.

"And his, Tahir’s buttered up little pussy. His buttery little pussy, all tight and wet pussy…” I 

groaned.

"Yesss… Yesss…, I am…" she said with a loud whine as her body spasmed against me.

She sucked in a huge breath and led it out with a shattering cry as she bucked and twitched in my 

arm as I held her in our bent and leaned over position, Meena letting it out in my face as she 

grasped and clawed at my arms and shoulders.

"My wet little pussy girl…" I whispered against her ear and kissed it. As I did her left leg trembled 

its way up my waist, necessitating withdrawing of my fingers from her as it clamped down tight 

around me and she went on through her orgasm, dry humping me in half missionary position.

I had her and it was so incredible to see and feel her. Meena was a bucking, twitching energy 

bundle. I pulled her tight to me to feel the heat of her body and like a lost cat found his mother,

 she clung to me instantly, burying her face in my neck as she whimpered it out, her arms tight 

around my neck as she clenched and opened fistfuls of my skin and hair.

I stroked her softly and kiss her head as she shook and trembled. When she could she reared 

back to look at me. I rose up with her in my arms. Meena was staring at me with lost lustful

 eyes of love and disbelief.

"You okay to...?" I asked.

She managed a nod and let her feet down, then pulled me to her as tight as she could and backed 

me up to the wall and began push her sexy self against me as hard as she could and wanted

 to by using her muscular sexy calves to push up against me with.

“Wowww, this is hard but good…” I said.

"I...I don't know what to say..." Meena's voice was soft as she looked around in weary eyed 

amazement, almost like she'd just been smacked and was trying to figure out why. She looked 

back up at me. "What you called me... And the part about us, you, me our love and then him… I...I 

don't...I don't know what to say.... That was incredible Nadir. I...I love you... I-"

"That's good enough for me Meena," I said with a chuckle, kissing her forehead as I smiled down 

at her.

She swallowed to catch a breath. I stroked her hair as I kissed her head again several more times.

"You like that? Whatever that was? That I said and just did?" I knew well that she did. Meena 

knew I knew. But I wanted to hear her tell me she did anyway.

Meena nodded right away, but it was a slow and squinty eyed circular nod of the head.

At that moment I thought in our life, from the beginning, even when we were still teenagers, Meen 

was the sensible, leading person and always managed everything, you could say she is the boss 

and I am the one who needs to be managed. At this moment and similar situations, especially 

recently, she was really like a child, a little girl who accepted me as the leader in the situation and 

gave me her control. At this moment I had the feeling very strongly.

She reached her arms up under mine and pulled herself to me, we hugged like that for several 

moments longer, feeling each other breathe against one another. I didn't know about Meena, but I 

could smell every bit of her and it was just the best thing in the world staying as we were.

It gave me time to think, about what had just happened, but also the fantasy I'd forwarded to her.

 Much of it revolved around words I used that I had never said to her before. She was hugging me 

but she was also pressing against my erection, which had been stiff and full through all of this and 

wasn't going anywhere with her pressing herself on it.

"I liked that, what you just called me… and you just told me,", she said sudden and soft, looking up 

at me.

I stared down at her, thinking of the rest of it.

"And… the names I had you being called? And to speak about someone else? A third one or 

more? Tahir? And others? Now that we're calmed down... You okay with how I had that in there? 

that bus fantasy? and you understand why? like I said?" Meena nodded and strained up for a kiss, 

then hugged me tight. "Meena, I love you and it wasn't easy for me to let go like that. I mean...if 

anyone ever said those things to you in real life... I'd have to kill him. But...for some reason in that 

game…" I said, pushing my hips into her. She responded the same.

"Mmm... I liked it. Your hot, erotic little narrative. The way you opened it, I could just... Picture it in 

my mind." ...I nodded. "I know you are worried about the things people would say Nadir, and I 

know you were just...sort of trying to make it more real for me. Like you said it was only describing

 how the people at such a place would think of me … and… and handle me, seeing me like that, 

at least in a fantasy."

"Exactly," I said.

" I would be ashamed, if not annoyed, if someone actually called me that. But, for your scenario... I 

get it. It's okay. Okay?"

"Yes?"

"Mm hm. I mean, it wasn't as extreme when he did it, I mean calling me… but it's like with… with 

Mansi...", Meena whispered.

I leaned close to Meena. "Calling you his bitch," I whispered.

Meena took a sudden and deep quivering breath, letting it out in an equally shaky manner, 

"Yes…", she said this against my cheek, whether she is ashamed to admit it.

"Little bitch?" I said quieter.

"Ehmmm... I was his little bitch, is this bad?", she looked at me like a small girl.

"No, not bad...", I said slowly.

"I like being yours more though…", Meena whispered.

"Wow… Meena? Mor than his?", I asked.

"I'm...I'm your buttery little pussy girl, aren't I? More than any one and what's more; I love you, just 
you…"

"Oooh... Baby..."


To be continued…