Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (3) 

"So, this is how it's going to be? Me with him alone as long as he wants to stay, and then 

after he left, I call you, do I understand right?" Meena asked, her voice trembling. "Hopefully 

You're not going to let this, to mess around with him, harm our love and drive our marriage 

into the ground?"

Nadir shrugged, "No.  I am sure about you and him; this is only the game and not more.  But 

whatever, you've if you made up your mind, there will be no problem, not from my side, as 

long as this situation is so stable, I mean no emotional dependence such as like Jalal 

story…", “Sexual contact with another man, should be considered just as a physical contact 

between you and another one, man or woman, I mean you must consider that just physical, 

then you have no, moral restraint if you want to do this and your body wants it, then you have 

no sense of shame or conscience towards me, our love is above that, and above 

everything...”, “This contact may include kissing any form, touching, fondling, being naked 

together, hugging, genital touching and penetration with fingers or otherwise, giving and 

receiving oral sex vaginal penetration, without condoms, Off limits during sex,”. 

After this long explanation, Meena was relieved.  Many of the things he said were already 

clear and had been talked about many times, but a new emphasis and repetition would not 

have done any harm; on the contrary, it would have brought her, even more clarity to the 

matter. 

Then Nadir, looked at her and said, "You look so beautiful as always," and added, that He 

has a surprise for her, for what she is planning, for her bravery in doing this, he gives her a 

gift as a thank you and wants to always have it with her. Then he gave her, his small present. 

Meena smiled and kissed his lips. "What now, baby? You are spoiling me," she said, but 

couldn't wait to open the present.

"Oh my god, it's lovely," she sighed when she saw the small Hotwife ankle bracelet where 

the letters H & W hung from a thin silver chain.

"I thought it would be appropriate for you to wear this tomorrow, and I think it would 

go well with your new lingerie and heels, honey," Nadir said as he put in around her 

ankle.

She stood up and twirled around, letting him see her anklet…

***

On the way driving to Meena, Tahir stopped at a coffeehouse.  He was too early. While

 sipping his espresso, he was thinking about the last episodes of his meeting with Meena. 

Tahir was not yet aware of what the problem was between the two of them. She wanted it 

and then she didn't want it! He couldn't understand this back and forth, this doubt. He noticed 

at their first and second meetings that she wanted a more active, slightly dominant and 

leading partner for sex. Could it be that his assumption was wrong? Should he change the 

rules of the game? In any case, he didn't want to just give up like he usually did and leave it 

and walk away, but this time and with this Faru, he didn't want to! 

He was ready to try anything to win her back. He knew that deep down her mind and body 

she wanted him. 

From her behaviour one could only read one thing: What she showed was not absolute 

refusal but only temporary reticence.

For her current reluctance, he could imagine just two possibilities. Either her husband was 

the difficulty and the cause of her conscience problems, or his, Tahir ‘s behaviour was too 

harsh and too aggressive towards her. He decided to go, at least first, soft, gentle and 

careful. Maybe he could find out what the problem is. In a normal situation he would have 

ended the relationship immediately, but here, firstly, her behaviour was strange to him and 
secondly, she was something special and he might have later regret leaving the field too 

early.

***

Meena was about two o’clock at home. She had at least one hour to prepare herself before 

Tahir arrives. 

She took a glass of red wine and went upstairs to the bedroom to prepare.
 
She was longer naked in front of her desk, doing her makeup. Meena looked at reflection of 

her body in the mirror, the curves, her ass that looked so inviting, knowing that she was 

about to give herself to another man while Nadir was not around, for first time after her times 

with Mansour. 

"Are you sure, Meena? Do you want to be his girl? ", she said loud to herself when her eyes 

met with their reflection through the mirror and sensed that her heart began to beat a little 

faster.

She just smiled at her and put on her lipstick. She put on her thongs and bra, from her new 

lingerie set. Then she wore a romantic elegant, knee length red, gorgeous and luxurious silk 

robe with floral lace detailing at the sleeves and wrap silhouette that when moving, showed 

her thighs, with silk belt at the waist.

She could see in the mirror that there was a new element of lustfulness that radiated from 

her. 

Her outfit showed everything and nothing. The silk robe made her look elegant, and the bra 

and things under it made her look naughty.

Then at last, she put on, her Hotwife ankle bracelet…

***

Shortly after 3pm. the doorbell finally announced that Tahir had arrived. 

Meena went to the garden door and greeted Tahir like an old friend, or soon to be reinstated 

lover. They greeted each other with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

"How are you?" he said.

"Good, thanks, and welcome. We go in the living room," Meena said when they were in, she 

took his coat and hung it on the closet.

"I must ask, are you today absolutely okay with this?" He gave her a questioning look.

"Yes, I am," she started, knowing that it wasn't the whole truth, since inside she was in 

conflict once again.

Tahir watched her from top to bottom, smiled at her and said,” You look incredible, lady!” 

He sat on the sofa, and she stayed standing and asked him about a drink, he said, “Can I 

have a glass of your good red wine?”.

Meena said, “Yes, of course,” and left for Kitchen.

As she came back, she poured him and herself a glass of wine. 

Tahir sipped his wine and spoke, "I heard that you taught the brainless, arrogant Cyrus 

a lesson, good... He needs something like that sometimes..." Tahir said and laughed.

"Did he informed you about, himself?"; Meena asked incredulously.

"Yes, he actually asked me a few weeks ago if I had any idea about the close relationship 

between his father and you. I replied, firstly, you both were good friends, secondly, it should 

be like that, I don't know about it, thirdly, if so, then it's your and Jalal's business and nobody 

else's. And last but not least, I said that what interests me or him? What does it have to do 

with him anyway?". "Apparently, Jalal's servants were talking nonsense. And last night we 

talked about you and when I said that I was meeting with you, he himself admitted that you

 had punished him but didn't say exactly how.  But no matter how, well done!”, then he 

laughed.

"Thank you. But I wanted to show him that he is still too young and needs to learn how to

 deal with women and not treat everyone like hookers!".

"He's really a poor boy; he doesn’t t know to behave. He has no friends. I hope he can gather 

some friends at university now. He needs female acquaintances, and I'm afraid he'll have 

problems. "

"That's what happens when you lose your mother as a child, father can't play mother 

either. ", Meena stated.

"But he's enthusiastic about you, and even though you punished him a bit, he speaks very 

positively about you as a woman. ",” He admitted that even you were harsh to him, he 

desires to be around you and feel your kindness, I feel he liks you very much, be careful!”, 

then he giggled and added,” He hast no idea about us, and I think he doesn’t believe that 

such a beauty like you can be interested in his ugly, old, fat farmer uncle!” And laughed 

further.

"I'm still sorry, I scolded him tough, I know he is young and very inexperienced and 

misinformed. I see that as a mistake on Jalals part, he wanted to play the role of father and 

mother at the same time and didn't have time for him either,", Meena said.

Tahir stood up and approached Meena, who was still standing, and took her hand, saying,

 "Too much talk. I'm not here for him. He has to take care of his own business. We two are 

important, and we don't have forever," he murmured.

Then, first, he brought her palm to his lips and kissed, then slowly kissed her arm and neck, 

then attempted to kiss her lips. Meena was initially a little shocked by his sudden movement 

but didn’t move back. 

Tahir held then the married Meena close in his arms. He sensed her initial reluctance, to be 

frank he didn’t understand her uncertainty and doubt after their two times intimacy. 

Suddenly feeling guilty about her husband? Or afraid of him? Why? He did, however, 

appreciate the full warm curves of her body as he held her close.

With one hand around her waist he held her close, while his other gently stroked her good 

smelling dark hair, comforting her. At 187 cm he towered over the pretty married woman who

already two times, willingly used by him before.

He had some short or long affairs in his long life, but to seduce this very special and 

exceptionally attractive young woman was another story. There were so many women, 

disaffected with their life and looking for relief from the endless boring, tiring days of life, had

 been happy to join him for some time. Some of them were married women, whom their 

husbands were happy to be left to drink beer in one of the many exclusive hotel bars rather 

than join their wives in bedroom.

Many of these husbands later had to realize how foolish their negligence was when their 

loving, eventually faithful wives experienced much better sexual satisfaction, and afterwards 

could not be satisfied with their boring, mediocre men.

Meena stayed in his strong arms. At the same time Tahir thought that, today he has to begin 

a new start with her, no matter what the reason for her sudden hesitation and doubt was. 

He had to be cautious first. Nevertheless, he had no doubts how this evening was going to 

end.

He was careful that his burgeoning erection did not disillusion her. His hand rose slowly to 

gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction was to move closer to him and her full firm 

breasts pushed against him.

Meena was lucky to have full firm mounds that did not sag. Tahir appreciated his luck in 

having those mounds pressed firmly to him. 

In his youth after highcollege, he began to study, psychology and just before to finish, he 

changed to Biology and chose Behavioural biology of animals, as sub-discipline of his study. 

 The combination of these two branches of science, had served him well with animals and 

Also people. 

it was clear to him that he could use the knowledge gained to easily twist and manipulate the 

minds of people. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, 

pampering them, while at the same time scaring them and preparing them to accept the need 

to please him. But he had never tried it with someone specially not those who he liked and In 

fact, he did not have much contact with other people except his closest friends. 

„Are you often, alone, girly?“ he asked Meena, while hugging.

"Sometimes because of his job, but I am used to it,“ Meena answered quietly.

Tahir grinned as he stroked her hair and looked down at the pretty face buried on his chest.

Meena suddenly was aware that her nipples had unaccountable become erect as she 

pressed against this big old man.

To be continied...