Yesterday, 05:15 PM
An Old Debt has To Be Paid...4
Role Play…
Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache, and she goes to
sick leave.
As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight-fitting blouse. Later I
commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling
that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and
her time with him.
while having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared
to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago, she preferred not to look in his
eyes while breakfast. Obviously, she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.
Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see
this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his
baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by
open door from taxi.
Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.
I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut, and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came
and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet.
I waited for a while then said: “Had you two a good time last night?”
She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while
responded: “Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping,”
“Did you not sleep well?”
She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper: “I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much
alcohol. I am not used to it,”
“Then you want to stay home all day?”
“Yes, sure.”
There was for some minutes silence between us.
I had so much confidence in her love and faith that I thought she would have
told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she
would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.
Still, I wanted the game to go on. Indeed, it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her
and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to
go so far. He made her to orgasm so intense that I never managed. And finally, how Meena let him even
ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she
had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. Yes, I was hurt and jealous. But nonetheless
there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.
I looked again at her outfit, her tight-fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for
him and she obeys his demands.
At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I
was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and
dreaming of his giant prick.
I said quietly: “I think Uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return
you give him more attention than to any one other,”
She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking; “I don’t know if admires me. But for
sure, he likes me as any normal uncle does,”
She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".
She continued: “He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes, I like him very much since my childhood… Do you
stay home?”
Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting: “I am going to visit
a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.”
“Okay I prepare the lunch,”
She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured: “I
love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together,”
Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment; she is talking on phone with
her mother.
After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex.
I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan.
I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.
I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. Her working room
was the biggest one with our book-cabinets and her work and personal items. This one has a door to bedroom.
At the far end of aisle was my two-part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next
room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the
corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in
this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items.
The room door was almost always closed and locked, and I had the key together with my house and car keys
with me.
Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera
modification plan.
I went downstairs; Meena was in the kitchen cooking. As I was there, she turned to me and said: ‘Are you
leaving?’ And then she continued to wash her hands.
“Yes,” I kissed her cheek and left.
My electrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best
specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious
about my goal.
I thought they are professionals, and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled
and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come
next day and examine the rooms and premises.
On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed
to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.
I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be
good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most
possible pleasure, especially watching ‘her’…
I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most
wild sexual pleasure ever.
While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously
she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.
I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such
activities. I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.
I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I
had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.
I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she
wanted it too. I knew this desire was terribly wrong, but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of
this overpowering feeling. I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I
remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.
I was a medical doctor, but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.
How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her
father and she see him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.
Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.
I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless
against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important, I enjoyed it.
Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life! I made a
stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't
remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!
When I got home, she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked: “How I
gained that?”
I answered: “They have distributed it to the streets!”
“You are rude and charmless.” Meena said laughingly and poking at me.
After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times
in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.
As we sat on beach chairs I said: “I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip
for a long time, only two of us and nobody else,”
She responded gladly: “I agree, some romantic days, only two of us,”
“Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.”
She looked at me and smiled: “But then we are not more alone.”
“We are not going to tell him about it.”
There was a short silence. Surely, she was thinking about him. Finally, she said:
“I agree.”
“Otherwise, you have no free time for me.” I said laughingly.
She leaned forward embraced me and said: “You’re a small jealous boy and I
love you.”
“It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal.
But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.”
Hearing this she leaned back and said: “You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of
his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good-looking man like you, my hero,”
I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings: “But he
tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know
every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?”
Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her.
After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said: “Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also
must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no
intact family, there is only his son, and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has
he had.
He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this
has limits, nobody can change my love for you,”
“Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!” Then
I laughed.
She didn't react to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now: “I don't know,
perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his
life now after so many years in jail.”
“Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? To flirt with other men and savor more
“I am enjoying my life with you.”
“The question is if he can at all.”
She looked at me: “What do you mean?”
“I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual
limits and Problems!”
“I know he can,”
I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face
expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.
The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued
immediately a bit blushed: “As we were dancing last night, I felt him,”
“Wow, had he an erection?”
“Every man who dances with me, will be erected!”
She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up: “It is enough nonsense,
I take a shower,”
I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.
I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a
shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running.
I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.
Meena didn't notice the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that
even didn't notice I am standing there.
I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.
Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips. Pulling my shorts
over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect, I began to stroke my dick in unison with her
massaging fingers.
Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread
herself.
I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the
entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.
Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she
worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.
All time her eyes were shut I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant cock. Dipping into herself
a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive
clitoris.
Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.
She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and intensity. Our
breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.
And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself, and her other hand took over the position of rubbing
her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.
Then I heard her moaning: “Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please,”
Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.
At the same time, I came too in my hand.
She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short
shower, sat on the couch.
It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of
masturbation she could have sex with me, but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming
to be fucked by her old uncle.
I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want
to share her these pleasure moments with
me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone,
I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fuck her. Okay, these fits
to her behaviour. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is, ‘looking forward
to our evening together,’
I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the
men a hard time?
In any case I was going to wait and see,
After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she
came back, she was completely nude. Looking at
her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.
Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked: “Do you love me?”
She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said: “You know it already,”
“But I need to hear it every day,”
She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said: “You are not just my husband, you are my universe, and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?”
And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied.
Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt and pulled it out of my trousers.
I took off the trousers together with my underpants.
Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I
rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers. She seemed to enjoy it and held
me close.
I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy.
I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly
into her.
She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her, I could feel she stiffen.
I continued to play with her that way, and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already
breathing hard, and was now a little wet,
I whispered softly in her ear: “I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.”
She looked at me astonished: “What do you mean?”
“Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.”
She was irritated: “But I don't like such games,”
“Only this one time, for me.” She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.
I continued: “I like to play some older fellow. let me try, I am uncle Said, okay?”
I meant our Gardner Said who was normally called Uncle by us. Uncle Said was
a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and
since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an
uncle, called!
He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while
talking.
Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.
Meena murmured in my ear: “You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like,”
“Thank you my Princess!”
She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.
I continued: “You like this game baby, don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and
dominant ugly man,”
Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon, and she murmured: “What do you mean?”
“Well, we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful,”
She said nothing but only moaned: “Hmmm,”
Her pussy was now oozing liquid.
After a long pause she said: “Yes, come, love me now,”
I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.
I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her cunt.
Meena held her arms around my neck, but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.
“Oh, you are so wet and lose my Princess,” I said as I slowly pumped in and out.
She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck.
When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed: “Yes, do me…”
“Call my name my Princess,”
She responded immediately: “Do me uncle…”
This was very exciting, and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.
She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she
responded to it.
Then she started to orgasm: “Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me…”
I started pumping her wet cunt vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.
Meena came and held me fast. I started to shoot again and again, and she pulled me more to her to take my
load deep in her cunt.
“That was wonderful my baby,” She murmured in my ear.
We lay exhausted.
I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one
who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I
continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.
But often she told me, she loves me, and it is okay with her when only I come.
When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart. I started to kiss her
neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. I kissed to her knee then gently
moved to start kissing her leg.
As I moved, I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I
marvelled at how sexy it looked.
I thought about our game, and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up
her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her
imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.
I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her. I looked at her face, her
lovely angel face.
She looked in my eyes and said softly: “You were great,”
And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly: “,My powerful uncle!”
~ ~ ~
To be continued
Role Play…
Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache, and she goes to
sick leave.
As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight-fitting blouse. Later I
commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling
that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and
her time with him.
while having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared
to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago, she preferred not to look in his
eyes while breakfast. Obviously, she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.
Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see
this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his
baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by
open door from taxi.
Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.
I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut, and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came
and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet.
I waited for a while then said: “Had you two a good time last night?”
She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while
responded: “Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping,”
“Did you not sleep well?”
She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper: “I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much
alcohol. I am not used to it,”
“Then you want to stay home all day?”
“Yes, sure.”
There was for some minutes silence between us.
I had so much confidence in her love and faith that I thought she would have
told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she
would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.
Still, I wanted the game to go on. Indeed, it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her
and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to
go so far. He made her to orgasm so intense that I never managed. And finally, how Meena let him even
ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she
had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. Yes, I was hurt and jealous. But nonetheless
there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.
I looked again at her outfit, her tight-fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for
him and she obeys his demands.
At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I
was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and
dreaming of his giant prick.
I said quietly: “I think Uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return
you give him more attention than to any one other,”
She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking; “I don’t know if admires me. But for
sure, he likes me as any normal uncle does,”
She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".
She continued: “He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes, I like him very much since my childhood… Do you
stay home?”
Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting: “I am going to visit
a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.”
“Okay I prepare the lunch,”
She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured: “I
love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together,”
Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment; she is talking on phone with
her mother.
After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex.
I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan.
I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.
I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. Her working room
was the biggest one with our book-cabinets and her work and personal items. This one has a door to bedroom.
At the far end of aisle was my two-part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next
room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the
corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in
this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items.
The room door was almost always closed and locked, and I had the key together with my house and car keys
with me.
Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera
modification plan.
I went downstairs; Meena was in the kitchen cooking. As I was there, she turned to me and said: ‘Are you
leaving?’ And then she continued to wash her hands.
“Yes,” I kissed her cheek and left.
My electrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best
specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious
about my goal.
I thought they are professionals, and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled
and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come
next day and examine the rooms and premises.
On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed
to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.
I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be
good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most
possible pleasure, especially watching ‘her’…
I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most
wild sexual pleasure ever.
While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously
she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.
I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such
activities. I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.
I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I
had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.
I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she
wanted it too. I knew this desire was terribly wrong, but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of
this overpowering feeling. I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I
remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.
I was a medical doctor, but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.
How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her
father and she see him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.
Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.
I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless
against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important, I enjoyed it.
Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life! I made a
stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't
remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!
When I got home, she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked: “How I
gained that?”
I answered: “They have distributed it to the streets!”
“You are rude and charmless.” Meena said laughingly and poking at me.
After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times
in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.
As we sat on beach chairs I said: “I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip
for a long time, only two of us and nobody else,”
She responded gladly: “I agree, some romantic days, only two of us,”
“Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.”
She looked at me and smiled: “But then we are not more alone.”
“We are not going to tell him about it.”
There was a short silence. Surely, she was thinking about him. Finally, she said:
“I agree.”
“Otherwise, you have no free time for me.” I said laughingly.
She leaned forward embraced me and said: “You’re a small jealous boy and I
love you.”
“It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal.
But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.”
Hearing this she leaned back and said: “You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of
his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good-looking man like you, my hero,”
I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings: “But he
tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know
every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?”
Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her.
After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said: “Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also
must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no
intact family, there is only his son, and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has
he had.
He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this
has limits, nobody can change my love for you,”
“Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!” Then
I laughed.
She didn't react to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now: “I don't know,
perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his
life now after so many years in jail.”
“Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? To flirt with other men and savor more
“I am enjoying my life with you.”
“The question is if he can at all.”
She looked at me: “What do you mean?”
“I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual
limits and Problems!”
“I know he can,”
I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face
expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.
The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued
immediately a bit blushed: “As we were dancing last night, I felt him,”
“Wow, had he an erection?”
“Every man who dances with me, will be erected!”
She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up: “It is enough nonsense,
I take a shower,”
I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.
I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a
shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running.
I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.
Meena didn't notice the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that
even didn't notice I am standing there.
I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.
Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips. Pulling my shorts
over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect, I began to stroke my dick in unison with her
massaging fingers.
Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread
herself.
I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the
entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.
Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she
worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.
All time her eyes were shut I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant cock. Dipping into herself
a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive
clitoris.
Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.
She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and intensity. Our
breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.
And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself, and her other hand took over the position of rubbing
her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.
Then I heard her moaning: “Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please,”
Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.
At the same time, I came too in my hand.
She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short
shower, sat on the couch.
It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of
masturbation she could have sex with me, but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming
to be fucked by her old uncle.
I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want
to share her these pleasure moments with
me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone,
I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fuck her. Okay, these fits
to her behaviour. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is, ‘looking forward
to our evening together,’
I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the
men a hard time?
In any case I was going to wait and see,
After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she
came back, she was completely nude. Looking at
her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.
Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked: “Do you love me?”
She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said: “You know it already,”
“But I need to hear it every day,”
She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said: “You are not just my husband, you are my universe, and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?”
And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied.
Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt and pulled it out of my trousers.
I took off the trousers together with my underpants.
Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I
rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers. She seemed to enjoy it and held
me close.
I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy.
I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly
into her.
She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her, I could feel she stiffen.
I continued to play with her that way, and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already
breathing hard, and was now a little wet,
I whispered softly in her ear: “I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.”
She looked at me astonished: “What do you mean?”
“Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.”
She was irritated: “But I don't like such games,”
“Only this one time, for me.” She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.
I continued: “I like to play some older fellow. let me try, I am uncle Said, okay?”
I meant our Gardner Said who was normally called Uncle by us. Uncle Said was
a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and
since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an
uncle, called!
He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while
talking.
Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.
Meena murmured in my ear: “You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like,”
“Thank you my Princess!”
She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.
I continued: “You like this game baby, don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and
dominant ugly man,”
Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon, and she murmured: “What do you mean?”
“Well, we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful,”
She said nothing but only moaned: “Hmmm,”
Her pussy was now oozing liquid.
After a long pause she said: “Yes, come, love me now,”
I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.
I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her cunt.
Meena held her arms around my neck, but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.
“Oh, you are so wet and lose my Princess,” I said as I slowly pumped in and out.
She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck.
When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed: “Yes, do me…”
“Call my name my Princess,”
She responded immediately: “Do me uncle…”
This was very exciting, and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.
She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she
responded to it.
Then she started to orgasm: “Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me…”
I started pumping her wet cunt vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.
Meena came and held me fast. I started to shoot again and again, and she pulled me more to her to take my
load deep in her cunt.
“That was wonderful my baby,” She murmured in my ear.
We lay exhausted.
I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one
who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I
continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.
But often she told me, she loves me, and it is okay with her when only I come.
When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart. I started to kiss her
neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. I kissed to her knee then gently
moved to start kissing her leg.
As I moved, I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I
marvelled at how sexy it looked.
I thought about our game, and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up
her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her
imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.
I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her. I looked at her face, her
lovely angel face.
She looked in my eyes and said softly: “You were great,”
And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly: “,My powerful uncle!”
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To be continued
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