Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 6 (III)



Nadir ‘s Narration:


He was watching Meena’s backside, too. 'Damn, he's like a dog sniffing around for a bone,' I thought. Then 


He saw me there looking at him, and he for some reason took that as his cue to come over to me before I 


was There, with Farzan.


"Hi, Doc," he said. "How are you?"


"Oh, thank you," I said. 


"Maybe it's the drinks talking, I have seen and talked to Meena earlier, and I got to say, you're a lucky man. 


Your Meena is a hot woman!" he continued.


"Thanks," was all I could manage. Normally I wasn't so hesitant, but being around the boy I had just had a 


lapse of fantasy around wasn't easy.


"Anyway, I am glad you have her. She's something, I have to say," he laughed, slapping me on the back.


I could tell he was slightly drunk, and perhaps his judgment was thereafter. I didn't respond. 


I guessed he was assessing my reaction, trying to figure me out. Where did he get such confidence to talk 


to me like this, from? 


He was about two decades younger than me, and I knew him as a child, actually. I thought for a 


moment perhaps he knew about his father and Meena. May be this ist the cause why he is so outrageous.


"Thanks, things are good. What's are you studying, by the way?" I asked, wanting to move the conversation 


in a different direction.


"Law, I started to study law,", he grinned, “, exactly what my father didn't want,”.


"Really? Okay, but that's your business, ," I said. 


"Yes, I said Meena that I am lucky here and I think my father is lucky too…”," he replied and laughed. 


"Where is Your pretty wife? Is she gone?"


And back to talking about Meena, again. Like I wasn't even there. There was nothing I could say, so 


decided to try to smile and I said, “No, she is not gone,”, anmd I thought that the kid probably had too 


many beers or whatever. 


There was nothing to be angry about here. I forced out a chuckle and said. "I'm gonna go check up on my 

wife," I smiled. "See you."

Cyrus smirked and waved back. He looked satisfied. It was a strange interaction, and he seemed satisfied 

that I didn't get too mad or go over there to punch him. My heart was racing, my blood was pumping and 

my hands were cold. 

This was nuts. Things had taken a dangerous turn, at least in my brain. I kept seeing Cyrus and 

Meena together. There, in my fantasy the kid was taking what belong to me, he was getting the ultimate 

prize.

Meena was too sweet to ever agree to it, but of course, my heart, my pulse and my cock all felt differently. 

I went to get myself some water, and when I returned to wait for Meena, I saw her standing close to stairs 

and could see Cyrus once again talking with her. He looked far too self-satisfied and far too self-assured. 

This guy had really got some magical amulet or something, and I wondered how on earth a loser teen, like 

him some weeks ago, had managed to gain such confidence.

The kid kept grinning at my wife, who kept a polite expression on her face, clutching her elbow as she 

responded to whatever Cyrus said to her. He made a move forward, starting to talk in a low mutter to her. 

She gasped in shock, looking around if anyone heard her. 

Cyrus took her pause as a chance to lean back a bit and obviously check her ass out. 

Meena didn't seem to react, as Cyrus said something else, which I could clearly hear. 

He asked if she likes "His son has it too …". I could see Meena's eyes widen. I could only imagine what 

went through her mind. Her first instinct would likely be to firmly reject him and smack his face, but instead, 

she was speechless, like a gazelle in the headlights on the open road, unsure what to do. 

In any other situation she would already slap him, but instead she stood there angry. I could imagine and 

understand how shocked she was, is this the same Cyrus? The son of Jalal?

Then Meena stuttered, unable to decide what to say. I could have imagined the kid licking his lips, if he is 

going for his ultimate attack. But as Meena shook her head and took a step back, Cyrus leaned forward. 

He was inches from her ear. 

My beautiful, intelligent and smart wife, the love of my life, was falling for his cheap and dirty lines. 

By the looks of it. It was all in my head. He was drunk and making inappropriate remarks, that was it.

Cyrus then moved so he blocked them off from the crowd. I could tell the kid said something, but I couldn't 

hear or see. All I knew was that my heart was beating even more intensely. From where I stood, I could tell 

Cyrus had one of his hands inside his pants and was pushed about. Whether he wanted to expose himself 

or touch his own goods, I didn't know. I stared in anticipation of what was next... 

But it didn't matter what he was doing, because Meena soon stormed off, leaving a grinning and waving 

Cyrus behind her. Her face was flushed, and I could clearly tell she had been shocked or astonished by the 

scene. 

"Hey, Doc, when do you invite me?" Cyrus called after, clearly finding himself very amusing 

under the influence of one drink too many.

Meena turned in her stride and shook her head. I kept hoping that no one noticed what was happening. I 

looked around, thank God, everyone was busy talking and no one noticed anything about our adventure 

here.

I gave her a big grin as she came up to me. 


She needed no questions; I was relieved to hear her angrily shaking your head. "Listen, Nadir, that stupid 

child, over there... Cyrus... What a piece of work. He is obviously drunk, but how can he talk to someone 

like that? To me, a married woman! He was trying to chat me up earlier, and saying how gorgeous I was, 

but now it was straight up bold impudent. Then he played with his... thing... over his pants, if… If he wanted 

to show it to me... show me… how big he was. I told him to stop. Then... you saw what happened.".

I stood there listening, nodding along, unsure what to say. A tiny devil in the back of my head was telling me 

to enjoy this. Especially as she was more pissed off than hurt.

I thought we should get out of here quickly before it gets worse. I said, “Want to leave?”.

“Yes, yes, sure…”, Meena answered. 

But before we moved, Cyrus was there and gave me a business card. "There, Doc. Maybe we can meet 

sometimes, it's for Meena too," smiled and walked away.

I went to Farzan and told him that Meena was not feeling well and had a headache. We quickly said 

Goodbye and left.

When the car moved from the parking spot, I turned to Meena and eventually managed, "Wow, Meena,

he must be pretty shitty drunk, to act like that." I asked, “What did he say, the stupid, impudent guy?”.

"What the hell is wrong with this kid?" said Meena. "So aggressive, just a dirty piece of shit. Doesn't know 

when to stop.", “He told me that he knew that I was in their house, I asked why he think so, and he 

answered, his uncle Tahir said as they met the day after Tahir met me for first time in Jalal house. And now, 

some days before the servants informed him that I was often alone with his father there… They have the 

impression that I was Jalal’s lover and girlfriend.”,”, at the end he told me that he finds me incredibly sexy 

and could happily take over his father's job, he is young and at least as well built as his father, imagine him 

saying something like that to me, the cheeky guy,”. She was really pissed off. Then she looked in my eyes 

and spoke, "Nadir, why aren't you mad?" Meena broke off when she saw how I looked at her. I was 

perhaps grinning a little bit, in shock and in disbelief at what had leaked out. It didn't feel real.

"Nadir! This is not funny! What is the matter with you?" Meena smacked my shoulder, her anger calming a 

bit.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just, yeah, a bit surprised that is all. Wow. The kid probably had some beer glasses too 

many."

"Yes well, these things happen, but it's just terrible. These young people think they own the world or 

something. Unbelievable. I told him no, but he saw it, how he insisted… and then with her hand... Wanted 

to… This is madness,", sighed Meena and shook her head, again.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yes, everything's fine, but Cyrus is crazy. And he was talking so perversely too. Imagin , even he was 

trying to lure me away somewhere. Talking about how sexy I looked, and how much he wanted to see 

more of me… What a nasty kid," shook Meena her head, more annoyed than angry now.

"Almost sounds like you like it how he admired you," I teased, knowing full well she hated it.

"Not funny, Nadir, not funny," Meena repeated, but when she looked at me, I could tell she liked me being 

alright with what had happened.

"Look, he's a dumb kid, you don't need to worry about him anymore," I said, reaching for her hands. 

I wasn't sure if I should push it right now. But I was only human. I couldn't resist. I needed to tease her. "So 

did you see it?"

Meena slapped my shoulder playfully, looking at me with a shy expression.

"Nadir! He wanted to that I notice his gesture, but I said no and walked away. You saw what happened. Of 

course I didn't look down."

"Still, do you want to…" I pushed.

"What?", said Meena, her mouth opening. "Why would I want to see his... his thing!"

"I don't know. You looked quite curious before, when he was proposing it. Getting all flustered," I shrugged. 

"Maybe there's a small part of you that is interested, Jalal’s son…"

"God, you know I'm not interested in any… any other thing but yours," blushed Meena. "I'm not interested in 

his… certainly not a teenager’s like him..."

"I know baby," I assured, holding her hand. "I'm just teasing. A bit. It's hot to think about the little thrill you 

had."

"Well, maybe I actually felt a slight tingling sensation. That is normal for a woman. But I was rather 

flustered," Meena admitted, much to my surprise. Maybe that's why she got so angry? "But no more than 

that. And just because I felt that way doesn't mean I have the desire to meet him or anything, it just means

I'm human," she laughed. "I mean, we have been talking about our fantasies with others, especially what 

you told me today, and while he spoke to me, I couldn't help but think back to it."

"It's completely fine to get a little thrill in such a condition, no harm done," I winked. "But the least you could 

do is give him a helping hand, he needs it, the poor kin…" I blurted out before I realized what I was saying.

"What? You want me to meet him, Nadir? God, have you gone mad or what?" Meena shot back.

I held my tongue as a sly grin came across my face. After a second, Meena realized what she said, before 

then furiously slapping my arm and slapping her hands over her mouth.

"I can't believe you even suggested that," snorted Meena. ", with this rude child…?"

She was in disbelief, but I could tell she tried to figure out if I was serious or not. She didn't know if I was 

upset or just playing around. When my grin only spread, she continued, "What exactly do you want me to 

do to him? Jack him off? Blowjob? Let him have in my pussy? What the hell is going on here?"

"No. I want you to have a look at his dick if he is right, he wanted to show you as he said he had the same 

Thing too, you know that from his father already and you can evaluate," I said and giggled, “And perhaps 

help him a bit? Is that too far? I can understand if that is over the line, but come on, don't you get just a 

little excited by it?"

"Absolutely not. I only considered it earlier because it turns you on. I'd do it for you, you know. I said I would

 never agree to it to do something alone, and especially not with such a child, but if you wanted it so bad... I 

guess I could," she murmured.

"Wow, you'd seriously consider that?" I was floored by her admission. "You don't have to go all like that to 

turn me on. Just hearing you entertain someone alone; it gets me so goddamn excited."

"Well, if I could work up the courage to do it as you like, I would, I think... but touching and going with this 

impossibly rude youth? Ugh, it's just so gross. I am astonished how could be a father like Jalal has a son 

like him?" Meena said. 

"You don't know what Jalal was like at that age, maybe he was like that too..." I said and smiled.

“My be,” Meena grinned and added,", anyway, we are getting a bit ahead of ourselves here. The boy 

Spoke so to me, not me. There was not a remark from me, and there is a reason I turned him down like 

that, Nadir,", she purred, caressing my face from the side with back of her hand.

"Well, that may be, but I'm glad to hear you say those things," I replied, as I caressed her thigh for a 

moment.

After this conversation there was a pause until we reached home. I began to imagine my wife with the

Kid. A real-life in-the-flesh scenario. All in front of my eyes, however far it would go. Her kissing him, getting 

felt up, spreading her legs to take him... Oh man. I was really entering dangerous territory, again.

"So you’ll do it? Just help him a bit? We have his mobile number…" I asked, as if it was settled.

"What, to touch him? Are you insane? Nadir, you don't really expect..." Meena stopped speaking and waited 

as I drove in our garage.


To be continued…