Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

Meena Narrates: To be a good girl… (4) 

Tahir's soul was intoxicated as he took in, the sweet freshness of Meena in his arms.

 
Washed, scented, and clean, he thought, so typical of the well brought up educted women.
 
He didn’t want to break her to submission, not really and fundamentally. No, that wasn't his
 
goal. He rather wanted to join in with her favorite game. He wanted to encourage her to do
 
that; to undergo her deep-seated tendencies over and over again, which she consciously
 
experienced with him without a bad conscience earlier. Teaching this woman her true role in
 
the playing, but not by force. He didn’t dismiss her acceptance in last episondes of their
 
being together. He regarded it as evidence of her will, and the failure of her listlessness or
 
indifference, quite the opposite…
 
"I understand you baby, no matter what you say, I want to understand you and will not do or
 
demand anything against it." he murmured into her soft dark hair. He was reacting and
 
explaining his own thoughts! Meena looked at him questioningly for a while but said nothing.
 
His hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim white neck.
 
Meena was relieved not to be held quite so tight, though his strong masculine presence was
 
comforting. His fingers on her neck were soothing, calming, mesmerising as they drew soft
 
circles on her neck.

She was acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strained against the material of
 
her soft lacy bra. Meena was wearing lingerie she rarely wore for her husband anymore.
 
Tahir’s strong hands, had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles
 
shivered the soft skin of her neck.
 
He let her go and sat down on the sofa and asked her if he can have a glas of water. Meena
 
rushed to the kitchen and fetched water. After Meena came back, she sipped her own wine,
 
while thinking, the wine be calming, will help her regain her relaxed state.
 
Tahir drank his water and nodded her to sit on the sofa and offered her with his hand the
 
place next to him. Meena gratefully accepted and sat demurely.
 
He turned to her and noted her nibbling her lip. He would bruise those soft lips with passion
 
at one, he thougt.
 
He talked somehow seriously, while sipping his wine again, "Meena, as I told, my aim ist to
 
have some beautiful hours with you, the hours that create joy and fun for us, you and me, not
 
more. I have often said if you don't like it then tell me, and I'll leave it and forget everything.
 
If my behavior isn't right then I should know that too. Everything should be done according to
 
 your taste, I have to say quite frankly, I understand you, no matter what you wish, I’ll do it."
 
Meena looked up at him grateful for his support, as she sat close beside him on the sofa.

Tahir turned halfway to her and took her left hand in both his hands, and spoke quietly,"I have
 
 to speak to you, girly, For once, for the first and last time, a serious language. Meena, you
 
are a woman of my desire. I am so lucky and blessed to have enjoyed the taste, smell, and
 
touch of your body and skin against my own, the electricity of your lips pressed to mine when
 
you kiss me or let me kiss you and our tongues dance against each other, to feel the want
 
and urge of a unique woman like you wanting me. The times we were together, were the
 
source of my energy, after the first time, I was hoping one day you will return to me.
 
Now, in spite of all this, I am not jealous, this is really so, I don’t feel any jealousy,
 
you can go with any one you like. You, decide, Jalal, Farzan, Cyrus or anyone else whom I
 
don’t know. If you do, that is then your need, your body and soul need it, then I say, go and
 
have your fun and your Joy. I don’t possess you, nobody have the rigth to do that. ", “I don't
 
like it and I don't think it's natural to own or lock up a gazelle that I see on my property or in
 
 my forest. I'm glad that I see it and enjoy it for a short time. That's me and for me you are the
 
 pretty, unique, free gazelle in nature and I'm glad to have met you and to have spent the
 
moments with you. But tomorrow could be different, that means tomorrow you could be over
 
the mountain, but I will be happy about memories with you and of you, “.
 
There was a long silence.  Meena was thinking. Then he edged closer, looking at his eyes,
 
she also took his hands in both her hands and then brought his hands to her lips and kissed
 
them and said, "Thank you, Tahir... I am very happy that you are there, you are a real friend
 
of my, of us,"
 
She found tears moving to the surface of her eyes.  He was so different to most of the men
 
through her life.
 
His big hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft white arms. He cradled her into his
 
shoulder. His hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. His finger lightly stroked aside the
 
salty tears. Meena snuggled closer, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
 
Tahir was not a handsome man, more a homely unattractive one, though he was
 
unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 57 years old he was 24 years older than her,
 
but the years seemed meaningless. His size and powerful appearance, his ruling behaviour,
 
his craggy looks, and casual confidence all combined to make her feel secure in his
 
presence. In many ways he reminded her of her stocky, strong-willed uncle, mansour.
 
"Oh," she gasped.
 
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand
 
on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes. She closed her
 
own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes.
 
Her heart leapt. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose,
 
and she laughed. he grinned at her.
 
Then his lips dipped and met hers. It seemed To Meena so, if that was which was their first
 
 physical contact. Whether all of the last wild memories were just a dream.
 
Meena’s heartbeat quickened as old farmer gently kissed her lips. As the kiss became more
 
demanding, Tahir held her head effortlessly, as if he was afraid that she would try to pull
 
away.
 
But it wasn't in her heart to break herself free.
 
Meena melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. She had kissed other men other than
 
Nadir, many times, but now her lips were seeking out this special man’s hungrily and much
 
more passionate.
 
Tahir enjoyed the soft lips of the young married woman. He kissed Meena today, completely
 
different from previous times, now lightly, now passionately; alternating in his pattern, he held
 
her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of those delightfully parted
 
lips.
 
At that moment Meena was a little scared, where would this lead? He was too affectionate,

she didn't want love from him, no affection that would lead to emotional bonds. There should
 
be no love or sentimental attachment, just a physical closeness and pleasure from a real
 
ruling man. Just pleasure and desire, whatever her feminine body demanded.
 
"Oh... please," Meena wanted to push him away and recover her senses. But it was like
 
pushing against solid rock. For a 57-year-old man he seemed remarkably strong. She
 
sensed the remarkable strength of him. She thought this is from years doing farm work.
 
With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored her soft skin, but still
 
friendly and lovingly.
 
Tahir tilted her chin, his mouth descended. With a fierce passion his tongue darted into her
 
mouth. One part of her, a strong part, suppressed feelings deep in her body now began to
 
wake up, flutter to the surface and take over the control. Her senses departed and she kissed
 
him back.
 
Meena’s eyes flashed open and looked up at Tahir as he kissed her. His eyes were locked on
 
hers. His eyes were deep, mesmerising, and powerful. She was losing herself in those eyes,
 
when she again sought to pull herself together.
 
Then one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and
 
fondled. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and puuled down.
 
"Arghh... oh," Meena gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Tahir.
 
For a moment the shock of this abrupt movement ran through her body. Meena was shocked
 
how her body reacted in this way.
 
Then his big heavy body seemed to bear down on her and her lips seemed to open
 
 automatically to receive his kiss.
 
Then his tongue met hers and her mind seemed to swirl and fly.
 
Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness. He loved
 
this body. Tahir’s hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He enjoyed its fullness.
 
He loved this body. He thought that Meena looks after herself so well and takes care over her
 
body. His hand seemed to weigh the full breast in his hand he estimated that Meena
 
possessed firm and upright breasts, no sagging, and he delighted in it.
 
He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found a stiffened nipple
 
through the cloth of her robe, and bra. Meena squealed into his kiss, but he did not release
 
 her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.
 
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. Tahir knew that very few women fully understand the
 
nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure.
 
 
He released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss. He would delight in
 
teaching Meena.
 
Oh yes, he would teach her all about the pleasure of pain and pleasing a real man.
 
Even as she relaxed, he ran the palm of his hand over her nipple and felt her body tremble.
 
 He fondled her that full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb over the over-excited
 
nipple, enjoying her squirm in his arms.
 
Tahir looked at lovely panting Meena, as she lay half beneath him. Her eyes were wide as
 
she looked up at him. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her
 
breathing deep and irregular.
 
She was a delightful flower in her prime. Tahir’s hand began opening her rob. Her hands
 
reached for his. He ignored them. Her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength
 
to keep his eager hands from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.
 
His hand pushed inside. He delighted in the sight of her lacy bra that did little to hide the
 
rounded, full mounds within. His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm
 
flesh into his hand.
 
Meena gasped and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though she had no control of
 
her own body. Hot sensations radiated from that strong hand. This was not some weak man
 
struggling for a quick grope. This was a strong masterful man taking what he wanted, and
 
she struggled against the sudden urge to spread her legs.
 
Tahir stared with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness. He
 
delighted in the sight, and the feel of that surprisingly firm orb, which as he had guessed did
 
not sag. His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his greedy lips took that nipple
 
into his mouth, then widened further to gorge on round young woman flesh.
 
Meena jerked as his hot mouth enclosed her nipple. His lips suckled, and then he pulled her
 
nipple deeper into his mouth and she felt his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes
 
stretched as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her breasts, radiating across her chest
 
and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.
 
"Oooooh!"
 
Tahir grinned and worked his teeth hard. He could feel her shiver and shake in response to
 
his attention to her aroused bud. His tongue curled around the erect nipple, and he was
 
delighted when her back arched, and she inadvertently pushed her breast into his mouth.
 
While his hands roamed unhindered, her supple tongue seemed to take on a life of its own
 
as it met Tahir's, darting and challenging, her eyes closed and she welcomed his demanding,
passionate kiss.
 
Her hands were automatically trying to push him away and he allowed her to push his
 
shoulders back. He released the nipple. He looked down at her. Her eyes were bright. Her
 
 neglected left breast was in clear contrast to the overexcited right breast.
 
Meena looked at him if pleading. Her hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at
 
bay, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts. He grinned and lowered his head to
 
her left breast.
 
Her slim hands strained to keep him away. Meena had trouble understanding how easily he
 
ignored her straining hands as his mouth descended to her left nipple and hot wet sensations
 
wracked her nipple.
 
God! He was so strong! Meena thought and gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then
 
his tongue tried to calm the excited knot. Her back arched, and she consciously tried to free
 
her breast. Her efforts were distracted by the feeling of one of his hands sliding under her rob
 
and stroking up her shapely thigh.
 
His heavy body, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things
 
 to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her robe.
 
Meena felt it reach and find the soft bare skin of upper thigh. His hand was hot and softly
 
circling. His hand under her robe, stroking gently the soft silky skin of her thigh.
 
Tahir's hand reached higher, and she allowed' him to push her legs apart. She tensed as his
 
hand found and covered her silk clad vulva, and she jerked as they lightly stroked.
 
His hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body, despite her initial light reluctance. She
 
could not stop him, even if she wanted to.
 
To be continued…