14-10-2025, 09:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-10-2025, 01:45 AM by Demeter. Edited 3 times in total. Edited 3 times in total.)
Better than those days!
The next day we decided to go out for dinner.
It was a pleasant time, a very nice and relaxing evening, like the old days.
We returned home from our dinner and in the last minute decided to see a late movie.
I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, while Meena went upstairs to change into something a little more comfortable. Just when I thought I could fall asleep, I heard Meena making her way down the steps and into the living room. She came back in jeans on as always at home.
She had splashed on a few of my favorite perfume. Meena made her way over to where I was sitting and sat down on my lap wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, asked: ‘Do you like to drink or eat something?’
“I like to drink a glass of wine and then eat you!”
“Me?!”
“Yes, my dear, I'd like to eat you. Or perhaps you would like somebody else to eat you out?”
She teased: ‘Okay, let me see. I prefer you to eat me and at the same time I would like to eat and suck... mmmmm... mmm... who do you like me to?’
“Are there so many?”
She giggled and whispered in my ear: ‘Yesss...’
“Who for example?”
“Okay, first is my uncle Mansi there, then comes your uncle Said, uncle Iljaz, uncle Saleh and there is also my car mechanic and... oh, yes, the new young assistant in our department...”
'Do I know him?'
'No, I don't think, but for sure he likes me and has an eye on me...'
'Okay, now it is going to be interesting, did he say or done something?'
'A woman can feel this, you silly, he doesn't need to say, I read this in his eyes.'
'And you look in his eyes so deeply?'
'Not intentionally!'
'But, still?!'
‘He is attractive.’ She giggled
I had a hard on and I was sure, she feels it under her thighs. I said: ‘Now I am curious! How old is he?’
'I am not sure, but maybe thirty or so.'
'The right age!'
'For what?'
'You know, you are the same age, it fits!'
She looked in my eyes and a bit blushed said: ‘You have a dirty mind!’
'Why did you mention him if you have not a dirty mind also?'
'You are so bad.'
And kissed me on the lips: ‘Ok. we leave him alone just for now I have to meet him ok?’
'As you wish, my lord!'
'Then for now and here, I can pretend that I am your uncle and let you have mined to play...'
'It will be very kind of you!'
She whispered in my ear, and then after a short pause continued: “Can I ask you a question?”
'What?'
'Did you really dream sometimes from me being with him?'
'Sure I did, I do even now!'
It was a game, and she knew this.
'Do you masturbate while you are dreaming?'
'You are so curious, does it excites you to know if I do?'
'Yes, it makes me sexy and hot when I imagine you stood there and masturbated as he and I... you know...'
'Yes, I masturbate thinking about you two.'
‘Wow, my baby.’
My cock jerked again.
Meena felt it sure and continued, seductively: ‘Will you stroke yourself as my uncle Mansi grope and tease me until I beg him to take me?’
'Yes, my little cheating slut...'
'Are you going to watch as he inserts his cock into my body and use my cunt, my little Lord?'
'Yes, I'll watch you hidden as you give him your cunt.'
'And you want him to fuck me through an orgasm?'
‘Yes, my dear, I'm going to watch him use you any way he wants. To take you like his own woman, and I will enjoy his every abuse of you...’ I added.
“You enjoy playing the uncle's bitch, my little slut, don't you?” I asked her with a wicked smile.
‘Yes, my lord, at least as much as you enjoyed watching him take me!’ Meena replied.
‘You will never again fuck another man without my consent, do you understand me my princess?’ I commanded.
‘Yes, my Lord, and I'm truly sorry for my untrustworthy infidelity against you,
I won't let Nadir fuck me again!’ She whimpered and giggled.
'As a reward, you can have a wish, what do you want?'
‘I want you to take me Mansi, I want you to fuck your princess and leave your hot seed deep in her cunt my uncle!’ Meena spoke.
My prick jerked, obviously she felt it.
'Is my uncle excited?'
'Don't you feel it princess?'
'Oh, I feel it though. I love it, I love you...'
'I love you too...'
“But I am just Nadir's slut, you have to behave dear uncle..”
She kissed me again, this time her tongue had found it’s way in my mouth.
My erection was not to hide. Our conversation was too hot and erotic for my perverse thoughts.
Now Meena knew exactly what turned me on the most and tried very hard to please me. She was now playing the game.
I reached around to unclasp her brassier and tossed it over on the floor.
Do you want me to be your slut Mansi?
Yes, you are my slut princess.
Do you want to fuck your slut uncle?
Yes, yes.
“Then wait a minute uncle...” She hurried to the stairs up. After some minute she came back with her necklae on and a very short, tight skirt.
“Here is my princess!” I said.
And what she replied to me, smiling, showed me how horny she is: “Your slut is here for her fuck!”
I got up and as we walked towards each other.
I said: ‘All right, my slutty princess, come here…’
We embraced and tore into one another, tongue kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies.
It was at that point that I realized, from the hungriness of my wife's kisses, that her affair with her uncle was going to flourish newly if I allowed her, into a long term thing.
Since yesterday, from that moment as I accepted and showed my understanding of her feelings and needs, not only didn't she appear to have any guilt, but by her spoken word, her hot, hungry kisses and her lewd body movements grinding up against me, my Meena was changed...
She could behave like a whore, if I let her or at least demand her to do as one.
I wanted her to act free as she likes, and then decide. I was not going to limit her, at least not obviously.
Apart from this, it was for me very exciting too. I could not leave this game, even though dangerous, it tickled my nerves and somehow satisfied my perverse Feelings.
I wanted to play the game! I knew now, that she knows how this all, excites me, and she was playing with. Or was this for her just playing the game? I was not sure at the time.
For the next two hours we fucked and sucked in total abandon and sexual bliss.
We were going at it like two wild animals.
I could also tell that my wife was giving herself totally to me, not it is not true. Meena was giving herself to him. To her uncle Mansi, one times more.
Now, in this night with me, her fuck was much more intense than it had been even the days and weeks before, with him. To boot she had no sense of guilt towards me. Meena was really getting into the fuck, as she opened up the throttle and let loose and didn't hold anything back. With me she had not the slightest apprehensions which she had before, there was now none, she was in the fuck scene.
I realized then that I had a super hot wife on my hands. It was then that I decided, I could not only total control my wife Meena and make her do anything I wanted, but make her into a total slut fantasy woman, too.
She was ready for action, fuck action.
As I felt my orgasm coming up while fucking her, I thought to myself: God this woman is hot. I wanted to hold out until Meena had a chance to cum herself.
I screamed: ‘Cum for me my princess, cum for your big dicked uncle my lovely princess.’
This didn't take long as I felt Meena starts to shake her whole body above me. She leaned back as I held her hands in mine. I kept her from falling off me as she reached her orgasm screaming: “Take me, my uncle, fuck me with your big dick, I am your bitch, give it to me... Ahhh...”
How good it felt me to keep screwing her as she came. Her orgasm seemed to last about a minute when I felt her shake again as she was having a second one in a row for the first time with me… This in turn caused me to release my load deep inside my wife's cunt. I gave out at least six good spurts of cum all hitting her cervix each time.
Meena's cunt started to grip me again as if to squeeze every last drop of cum from my shaft.
Meena slowly leaned forward as I put my arms around my wife telling her: “I love you my sweet Meena!”
“I love you my strong Nadir!”
I could feel cum oozing out from around my shrinking shaft as it slowly slipped out of my wife's cunt with a trail of cum behind it.
Some minutes there was sailinece in the room. At last I couldn't restrain myself and asked, abruptly: ‘Have you a plan for Friday?’
Meena looked questioning in my eyes and said: ‘What do you mean? What kind of plan?’
“I mean with your uncle?”
She laughed and said seductively: ‘What do you think about it?’
“Are you going to visit him alone?!”
“I will decide only after reading your wishes in your eyes! This is your desire and your command, I must behave as you wish and your will, I have to read in your eyes! Right? Isn't it so, my strong husband?’ She said and giggled teasingly.”
Then continued: ‘Let me clean up, and then I bring your wine glass my lord!’…
The Birthday Party
The next two days were fantastic! We both had not to do much in the hospital and we had more time for love, tenderness and hot sex!
The third day was Friday, the day of my planned birthday party.
On Wednesday while breakfasting, Meena asked me if I have read her message in my new car, her gift for my birthday. I told her yes, for sure. And thanked her again.
She asked: ‘Both letters?’
I thought one moment it is not right of me saying I had seen and read just one, because if there was a second message from her, she had wished me to read it and I should have read it and if I say; "No, I didn't." she would be disappointed.
Then I responded simply; ‘Yes, sure.’
“Oh, I see. They were two because they were written with one day interval, but I thought I am going to let you read both, after all they both were addressed to you…”
She said. She was waiting for a statement from me, I noticed.
I changed the topic of conversation: “And you think it is okay to go eating outside and then return home on Friday.”
“Yes, it is better not to eat at home. To manage a dinner for over ten people is not easy for me.”
“Okay. I leave it to you.”
“I know my baby, you do it as always!”
Then added after a short puase: ‘Did you organize the registration for your new lady?’
She has meant my new car: “Yes, but I have just one lady!”
“Thank you, my lord! I want you to bring it home tomorrow, I mean at your birthday party, your Birthday gift should be here!”
“I will do it..”
Meena stood up, came to me and kissed me on my lips and said: “Now we have to move, it is too late.”
Thursday at noon, as I called Meena to go together for lunch, at the canteen of the hospital, she told me: “Hamed is going with me.”
“Who is Hamed?” I asked.
“Did you forget my new colleague?”
“Oh, yes. The new assistant. I didn't know his name.”
“Now you know it! You'll meet him soon.” And she giggled.
“I am curious!” I said.
“Me too, my baby, me too!”
As we three were there, I shook hands with him. Hamed was between thirty to thirty-five, I guessed. A bit higher than me and very good looking. I looked at him and told me: he spends obviously much time in the fitness club and much money for his appearance and clothing.
Meena sat next to him and in front of me. I could see that he was very attentive about Meena. He was very polite with me and very personally and trustful with her, more than friendly! I could see even my presence didn't make him hold back. She looked often in my eyes. I had the feeling she tries to see my reactions and to read my thoughts. As we were saying goodbye, he told me we three could meet and go for dinner one time.
And added: ‘Unfortunately, I have no wife or girlfriend…’
I said: ‘No problem. Sure, you two, can plan it. I mean plan to go out together!’
Meena said to him: “We'll do it, okay?”
And then to me: ‘See you at home, baby.’
At home, we chatted about him, after dinner, while sitting to the TV.
Actually Meena began it: ‘What do you think about Hamed?’
'A nice guy, but a little bit outrageous!'
'Why outrageous, did he say something?'
'No, but he comes too close to you.'
'He is close to me!'
'Pardon?'
'I mean he is a good friend and a helping hand.'
“Okay, okay. We have to talk about these two subjects. What do you mean he is a good friend, how long is he working with you as a co-worker?”
'Some weeks.'
“And after some weeks you both are so called 'best friend'?“
'We understand each other well and he is as I said a very helpful person.'
'Do you mean helping at work'
“Yes, what else? Oh, now I understand. My generous Lord is jealous! Ha ha! But stay relaxed. I like him like my brother...”
“I am not jealous. You have to be careful. I am just worried about you and I don't trust the strangers.”
“Nadir, he is no stranger and he is a cordial and honest person, but if you don't like him we don't need to meet him, you have to decide about this and I accept it...”
It seemed she is a little bit hurt over my opinion about her new colleague.
Apparently she liked him, but how far?
This made me more worried.
But at the same time the old feeling made my heart beat a little rapidly. I was excited and my sick brain had visions to fantasize!
I preferred not to discuss more and follow this subject some other day.
But Meena gave no rest: “That means I'm going to tell him we have no time to go out with him, right? Is this okay?”
“No, Meena, it is not okay. I have no aversion against him and no problem to go out with him. You can make an appointment. If you like even you can invite him for my birthday party!”
“I love you baby. Not because you agree to meet him. I love you because I love you, that's it! And I am so happy that you care about me! But I am not going to invite him...”
“Why not, I am serious, he is a good friend, isn't he?”
Meena looked in my eyes. Then giggled and said: “What is going on in your small head, my perverted Lord?! Do you fantasize some dirty games?”
'I love you.'
'I know, but now answer me, are you sure about the invitation?'
'Yes, I am sure.'
'Okay, I ask him.'
We took Friday time off.
At noon Mansour was there. Their greeting was as normal as always. Meena was busy to prepare for our night program and the cleaning woman of my parents was helping.
The party was planned in the garden.
I guess Mansour was a bit nervous, he was not sure how to behave and all time was watching Meena's movements. On the contrary, Meena was completely relaxed in this respect. She was just busy with her working.
After lunch, I told Mansour if he likes to drive with me, to get my new car, and said; "I need somebody to drive the second car and Meena has no time."
He looked at her questioningly and she said: “Yes, Mansi, it will be very kind of you.”
“It is no problem princess. I drive with him.”
As we got my new car, I had no time to search and read Meena's other letter.
At home, I searched it in a hurry and find it in the glove box of the new car.
I was dying of curiosity.
Meena called me: “Nadir, You have to collect the Birthday cake, fruits and beverages. We have not much time.”
I had also not any time to read the letter. I got upstairs and let it on my table and left for the store.
The evening in the restaurant was pleasant. We were nineteen people, my parents, my sister and brother with their wives and children, our nine friends that means four couples and Hamed. And of course Mansour.
Meena was a most beautiful woman oft this night. She wore a white, sexy summer dress and everybody admired her, even the ladies.
My mother told me one time more, that I am a lucky devil to have such an angel as my wife. I responded I knew this.
About nine o’clock we left. I was a bit drunk and I noticed that Mansour is not much better! Meena rode our car.
My parents and siblings left for home, because of my father who was tired and the children. The rest of the guests went along to party at home.
I was much of time sitting next to Mansour and Meena was almost all time in motion.
She danced one time with me and one time with her uncle. But not particularly intimate. He was waiting and holding back to examine her reactions, I thought.
On the other side was Hamed. He was very handsome, I had to admit. His dark hair and sun bronzed face was such a contrast from the others. As they were dancing, often I noticed him, brushing against Meena and thought to myself, this is no accident.
He was a very good dancer.
The bottles of champagne were empty, everybody was a bit drunk.
They danced perhaps four or five times, together.
I had even the feeling, he chooses intentionally a quiet spot to dance where they are not seen well and Meena was at this moments really in his arms. He held her often firmly, and it seemed to me with his hand behind her head, he keeps her locked onto him, then I saw at least one time he planted a little kiss on her neck. Meena pushed him back and said something a bit firm and then looked at my direction. I noticed that Mansour is also watching them with red face and trembling lips.
I was really jealous. More than the times about Mansour.
This guy was a young, very gorgeous one, other than the old uncle. He could become dangerous.
I looked back into her eyes, which were fixed on me. I was not sure at all, if she can resist the seduction attempts of this young man.
As finally his hand found her bum, Meena told him some words and broke the dance.
She came to me and looked in my eyes, and said: “Are you okay, my birthday boy?”
“Absolutely okay! But your uncle is tired I think.”
“No, I am not tired. I am enjoying the party, perhaps not so much as you two, but yet though!”
He was obviously angry and upset. Meena noticed this and said: “I think our guests are going to leave. And after that, you two can relax.”
At this moment the guests came one after another to take leave and say goodbye.
The last one was Hamed, who, talked shortly with Meena at the gate which I didn’t hear. I hoped some of the conversations, even while dancing, to be recorded by my multiple hidden cameras. After they left, we two, helped Meena a little to bring the tableware and glasses into the kitchen.
I told them I am leaving to the bedroom and Meena responded, she is coming soon.
Really after short minutes she was there and saw me cleaning. She waited, sitting on the bed, and as I came out she asked provocatively: “Are you okay?”
“Yes, for sure, why do you ask?”
“I had the feeling that you are upset!”
“Me? No, not me, but your uncle!”
Meena laughed and said: “Okay. I am reassured. Can I do something for you? Have you any special request?” And giggled seductively.
“Not today Meena. I am very tired, and I think I need a good sleep.”
Meena looked at the clock and said to me: “You are right, it is too late, my dear.
I have to look after my old uncle and then I come also to sleep. Good night my baby.”
She kissed my lips and left to downstairs.
I waited one minute and then got out of the bedroom. As I was near the steps I noticed, she is coming out oft the walk in closet.
She had changed and now wore a short skirt and at the last moment I saw the black necklace on her neck!
She left for outdoor and as I ran to the window, I saw her entering into the guest house.
I went back into my study. And turned on the cameras live. Meena came in the guest house, living room. Mansour was sitting and waiting. He stood up and went to her and embraced her. Meena said nothing and stood there without any reactions.
She looked now, like a teenager with her short skirt and white blouse. Her necklace was obvious to see.
As Mansour noticed her uncomitted behavior, took a step back and said: “What is the problem princess?”
“There is no problem uncle. You wanted to see me and now I am here. Okay, what did you expect?”
“I thought, you… you…“
“You thought I am going to sleep with you? Mansi we spoke the other day about everything. I am not going to have sex with you, not more, never. You are my uncle and I invited you as my uncle to the birthday party of my husband.”
“I understand my princess, you are in love with your new colleague and have no interest more…”
“Stop that at once Mansi. You are not allowed to speak about me so, not even think about me so, if you want to continue your contact with me. You are for me my uncle, still, then let it be… I love Nadir and that was it… You can not imagine how lucky I am about his comeback. I am not risking my life for a fuck session with somebody else.
The only way that what happens between us two, is if Nadir personally allows you to touch me…”
And he laughed cruelly: “Then why are you clothed now so, as I wanted always, is this for me or not? Or is this just a game to let me suffer more?”
“No, I don’t want you to suffer. I wanted it never. I thought I wore for the last time for you, so how you like to see me. I am going to wear this necklace for you never again, in the future. But I love you still and want you to stay my uncle. Now, I am leaving, my husband is waiting for me.”
Then she went to him and kissed him on his cheeks and left.
He waited some moments and then went into the bedroom.
I hurried to the bedroom. Meena came after some moments.
Then went into the bathroom and in some minutes she was sleeping next to me.
I couldn't sleep. I stood up and left for my study. I wanted to watch the dance scenes and the moment of Hamed's leaving.
From dance scene there was nothing to hear. But I could clearly see her mad reaction to his try to kiss or grope her. Their goodbye scene was clearly to hear. Hamed apologized to behave so stupidly, but he said, he couldn't control himself, she is tonight too beautiful.
Meena smiled and responded: ‘Thank you for your nice compliment. But I was shocked. Excuse me if I was a bit rough.’
Then he left….
After watching the recordings I decided to read finally her second letter to me:
My dearest I don't know if I give this letter to you or not, but I have to write it.”
For hours I sit in our garden and review our common life, thinking about how it was, how it went by and how it is, now, as we stand at the start Points of our separate ways... I saw them, the rage in your words, but more the sadness in your eyes, and this is what makes me more ill-fated and miserable, and the deep sorrow in your eyes...
I sit here and observe my surroundings, the breeze is hot, it burns the skin, the clouds are not more small and white, but united and gray, the stars, seem to be burned and waiting to drop down. Your roses, which you planted, are not more bright red, but pale and colorless. The blue tit has forgotten his song. The butterflies are losing the beautiful colored points from their rainbow wings.
Your favorite musician, "Leonard Cohen" sings false: I am full of vacuity, I am floating in emptiness, as if I have no weight, And I am weeping up to the eternity...and all this, because you are so sad…
Yours for always.
Meena ...
The date of writing the letter was, the day before I saw the car in my parent’s home. The day in which she was not working in the hospital and spent almost all time in the garden. I was now very moved and lucky. I had to wipe my eyes.
I thought to myself: ‘I have now my Meena, completely and more!’
I went into the bedroom. My angel was sleeping, I looked at her face and whispered: ‘Sleep well my angel and dream beautiful and sweet....’
Smell it, but don't tear it off
The next day we decided to go out for dinner.
It was a pleasant time, a very nice and relaxing evening, like the old days.
We returned home from our dinner and in the last minute decided to see a late movie.
I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, while Meena went upstairs to change into something a little more comfortable. Just when I thought I could fall asleep, I heard Meena making her way down the steps and into the living room. She came back in jeans on as always at home.
She had splashed on a few of my favorite perfume. Meena made her way over to where I was sitting and sat down on my lap wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, asked: ‘Do you like to drink or eat something?’
“I like to drink a glass of wine and then eat you!”
“Me?!”
“Yes, my dear, I'd like to eat you. Or perhaps you would like somebody else to eat you out?”
She teased: ‘Okay, let me see. I prefer you to eat me and at the same time I would like to eat and suck... mmmmm... mmm... who do you like me to?’
“Are there so many?”
She giggled and whispered in my ear: ‘Yesss...’
“Who for example?”
“Okay, first is my uncle Mansi there, then comes your uncle Said, uncle Iljaz, uncle Saleh and there is also my car mechanic and... oh, yes, the new young assistant in our department...”
'Do I know him?'
'No, I don't think, but for sure he likes me and has an eye on me...'
'Okay, now it is going to be interesting, did he say or done something?'
'A woman can feel this, you silly, he doesn't need to say, I read this in his eyes.'
'And you look in his eyes so deeply?'
'Not intentionally!'
'But, still?!'
‘He is attractive.’ She giggled
I had a hard on and I was sure, she feels it under her thighs. I said: ‘Now I am curious! How old is he?’
'I am not sure, but maybe thirty or so.'
'The right age!'
'For what?'
'You know, you are the same age, it fits!'
She looked in my eyes and a bit blushed said: ‘You have a dirty mind!’
'Why did you mention him if you have not a dirty mind also?'
'You are so bad.'
And kissed me on the lips: ‘Ok. we leave him alone just for now I have to meet him ok?’
'As you wish, my lord!'
'Then for now and here, I can pretend that I am your uncle and let you have mined to play...'
'It will be very kind of you!'
She whispered in my ear, and then after a short pause continued: “Can I ask you a question?”
'What?'
'Did you really dream sometimes from me being with him?'
'Sure I did, I do even now!'
It was a game, and she knew this.
'Do you masturbate while you are dreaming?'
'You are so curious, does it excites you to know if I do?'
'Yes, it makes me sexy and hot when I imagine you stood there and masturbated as he and I... you know...'
'Yes, I masturbate thinking about you two.'
‘Wow, my baby.’
My cock jerked again.
Meena felt it sure and continued, seductively: ‘Will you stroke yourself as my uncle Mansi grope and tease me until I beg him to take me?’
'Yes, my little cheating slut...'
'Are you going to watch as he inserts his cock into my body and use my cunt, my little Lord?'
'Yes, I'll watch you hidden as you give him your cunt.'
'And you want him to fuck me through an orgasm?'
‘Yes, my dear, I'm going to watch him use you any way he wants. To take you like his own woman, and I will enjoy his every abuse of you...’ I added.
“You enjoy playing the uncle's bitch, my little slut, don't you?” I asked her with a wicked smile.
‘Yes, my lord, at least as much as you enjoyed watching him take me!’ Meena replied.
‘You will never again fuck another man without my consent, do you understand me my princess?’ I commanded.
‘Yes, my Lord, and I'm truly sorry for my untrustworthy infidelity against you,
I won't let Nadir fuck me again!’ She whimpered and giggled.
'As a reward, you can have a wish, what do you want?'
‘I want you to take me Mansi, I want you to fuck your princess and leave your hot seed deep in her cunt my uncle!’ Meena spoke.
My prick jerked, obviously she felt it.
'Is my uncle excited?'
'Don't you feel it princess?'
'Oh, I feel it though. I love it, I love you...'
'I love you too...'
“But I am just Nadir's slut, you have to behave dear uncle..”
She kissed me again, this time her tongue had found it’s way in my mouth.
My erection was not to hide. Our conversation was too hot and erotic for my perverse thoughts.
Now Meena knew exactly what turned me on the most and tried very hard to please me. She was now playing the game.
I reached around to unclasp her brassier and tossed it over on the floor.
Do you want me to be your slut Mansi?
Yes, you are my slut princess.
Do you want to fuck your slut uncle?
Yes, yes.
“Then wait a minute uncle...” She hurried to the stairs up. After some minute she came back with her necklae on and a very short, tight skirt.
“Here is my princess!” I said.
And what she replied to me, smiling, showed me how horny she is: “Your slut is here for her fuck!”
I got up and as we walked towards each other.
I said: ‘All right, my slutty princess, come here…’
We embraced and tore into one another, tongue kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies.
It was at that point that I realized, from the hungriness of my wife's kisses, that her affair with her uncle was going to flourish newly if I allowed her, into a long term thing.
Since yesterday, from that moment as I accepted and showed my understanding of her feelings and needs, not only didn't she appear to have any guilt, but by her spoken word, her hot, hungry kisses and her lewd body movements grinding up against me, my Meena was changed...
She could behave like a whore, if I let her or at least demand her to do as one.
I wanted her to act free as she likes, and then decide. I was not going to limit her, at least not obviously.
Apart from this, it was for me very exciting too. I could not leave this game, even though dangerous, it tickled my nerves and somehow satisfied my perverse Feelings.
I wanted to play the game! I knew now, that she knows how this all, excites me, and she was playing with. Or was this for her just playing the game? I was not sure at the time.
For the next two hours we fucked and sucked in total abandon and sexual bliss.
We were going at it like two wild animals.
I could also tell that my wife was giving herself totally to me, not it is not true. Meena was giving herself to him. To her uncle Mansi, one times more.
Now, in this night with me, her fuck was much more intense than it had been even the days and weeks before, with him. To boot she had no sense of guilt towards me. Meena was really getting into the fuck, as she opened up the throttle and let loose and didn't hold anything back. With me she had not the slightest apprehensions which she had before, there was now none, she was in the fuck scene.
I realized then that I had a super hot wife on my hands. It was then that I decided, I could not only total control my wife Meena and make her do anything I wanted, but make her into a total slut fantasy woman, too.
She was ready for action, fuck action.
As I felt my orgasm coming up while fucking her, I thought to myself: God this woman is hot. I wanted to hold out until Meena had a chance to cum herself.
I screamed: ‘Cum for me my princess, cum for your big dicked uncle my lovely princess.’
This didn't take long as I felt Meena starts to shake her whole body above me. She leaned back as I held her hands in mine. I kept her from falling off me as she reached her orgasm screaming: “Take me, my uncle, fuck me with your big dick, I am your bitch, give it to me... Ahhh...”
How good it felt me to keep screwing her as she came. Her orgasm seemed to last about a minute when I felt her shake again as she was having a second one in a row for the first time with me… This in turn caused me to release my load deep inside my wife's cunt. I gave out at least six good spurts of cum all hitting her cervix each time.
Meena's cunt started to grip me again as if to squeeze every last drop of cum from my shaft.
Meena slowly leaned forward as I put my arms around my wife telling her: “I love you my sweet Meena!”
“I love you my strong Nadir!”
I could feel cum oozing out from around my shrinking shaft as it slowly slipped out of my wife's cunt with a trail of cum behind it.
Some minutes there was sailinece in the room. At last I couldn't restrain myself and asked, abruptly: ‘Have you a plan for Friday?’
Meena looked questioning in my eyes and said: ‘What do you mean? What kind of plan?’
“I mean with your uncle?”
She laughed and said seductively: ‘What do you think about it?’
“Are you going to visit him alone?!”
“I will decide only after reading your wishes in your eyes! This is your desire and your command, I must behave as you wish and your will, I have to read in your eyes! Right? Isn't it so, my strong husband?’ She said and giggled teasingly.”
Then continued: ‘Let me clean up, and then I bring your wine glass my lord!’…
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The Birthday Party
The next two days were fantastic! We both had not to do much in the hospital and we had more time for love, tenderness and hot sex!
The third day was Friday, the day of my planned birthday party.
On Wednesday while breakfasting, Meena asked me if I have read her message in my new car, her gift for my birthday. I told her yes, for sure. And thanked her again.
She asked: ‘Both letters?’
I thought one moment it is not right of me saying I had seen and read just one, because if there was a second message from her, she had wished me to read it and I should have read it and if I say; "No, I didn't." she would be disappointed.
Then I responded simply; ‘Yes, sure.’
“Oh, I see. They were two because they were written with one day interval, but I thought I am going to let you read both, after all they both were addressed to you…”
She said. She was waiting for a statement from me, I noticed.
I changed the topic of conversation: “And you think it is okay to go eating outside and then return home on Friday.”
“Yes, it is better not to eat at home. To manage a dinner for over ten people is not easy for me.”
“Okay. I leave it to you.”
“I know my baby, you do it as always!”
Then added after a short puase: ‘Did you organize the registration for your new lady?’
She has meant my new car: “Yes, but I have just one lady!”
“Thank you, my lord! I want you to bring it home tomorrow, I mean at your birthday party, your Birthday gift should be here!”
“I will do it..”
Meena stood up, came to me and kissed me on my lips and said: “Now we have to move, it is too late.”
Thursday at noon, as I called Meena to go together for lunch, at the canteen of the hospital, she told me: “Hamed is going with me.”
“Who is Hamed?” I asked.
“Did you forget my new colleague?”
“Oh, yes. The new assistant. I didn't know his name.”
“Now you know it! You'll meet him soon.” And she giggled.
“I am curious!” I said.
“Me too, my baby, me too!”
As we three were there, I shook hands with him. Hamed was between thirty to thirty-five, I guessed. A bit higher than me and very good looking. I looked at him and told me: he spends obviously much time in the fitness club and much money for his appearance and clothing.
Meena sat next to him and in front of me. I could see that he was very attentive about Meena. He was very polite with me and very personally and trustful with her, more than friendly! I could see even my presence didn't make him hold back. She looked often in my eyes. I had the feeling she tries to see my reactions and to read my thoughts. As we were saying goodbye, he told me we three could meet and go for dinner one time.
And added: ‘Unfortunately, I have no wife or girlfriend…’
I said: ‘No problem. Sure, you two, can plan it. I mean plan to go out together!’
Meena said to him: “We'll do it, okay?”
And then to me: ‘See you at home, baby.’
At home, we chatted about him, after dinner, while sitting to the TV.
Actually Meena began it: ‘What do you think about Hamed?’
'A nice guy, but a little bit outrageous!'
'Why outrageous, did he say something?'
'No, but he comes too close to you.'
'He is close to me!'
'Pardon?'
'I mean he is a good friend and a helping hand.'
“Okay, okay. We have to talk about these two subjects. What do you mean he is a good friend, how long is he working with you as a co-worker?”
'Some weeks.'
“And after some weeks you both are so called 'best friend'?“
'We understand each other well and he is as I said a very helpful person.'
'Do you mean helping at work'
“Yes, what else? Oh, now I understand. My generous Lord is jealous! Ha ha! But stay relaxed. I like him like my brother...”
“I am not jealous. You have to be careful. I am just worried about you and I don't trust the strangers.”
“Nadir, he is no stranger and he is a cordial and honest person, but if you don't like him we don't need to meet him, you have to decide about this and I accept it...”
It seemed she is a little bit hurt over my opinion about her new colleague.
Apparently she liked him, but how far?
This made me more worried.
But at the same time the old feeling made my heart beat a little rapidly. I was excited and my sick brain had visions to fantasize!
I preferred not to discuss more and follow this subject some other day.
But Meena gave no rest: “That means I'm going to tell him we have no time to go out with him, right? Is this okay?”
“No, Meena, it is not okay. I have no aversion against him and no problem to go out with him. You can make an appointment. If you like even you can invite him for my birthday party!”
“I love you baby. Not because you agree to meet him. I love you because I love you, that's it! And I am so happy that you care about me! But I am not going to invite him...”
“Why not, I am serious, he is a good friend, isn't he?”
Meena looked in my eyes. Then giggled and said: “What is going on in your small head, my perverted Lord?! Do you fantasize some dirty games?”
'I love you.'
'I know, but now answer me, are you sure about the invitation?'
'Yes, I am sure.'
'Okay, I ask him.'
We took Friday time off.
At noon Mansour was there. Their greeting was as normal as always. Meena was busy to prepare for our night program and the cleaning woman of my parents was helping.
The party was planned in the garden.
I guess Mansour was a bit nervous, he was not sure how to behave and all time was watching Meena's movements. On the contrary, Meena was completely relaxed in this respect. She was just busy with her working.
After lunch, I told Mansour if he likes to drive with me, to get my new car, and said; "I need somebody to drive the second car and Meena has no time."
He looked at her questioningly and she said: “Yes, Mansi, it will be very kind of you.”
“It is no problem princess. I drive with him.”
As we got my new car, I had no time to search and read Meena's other letter.
At home, I searched it in a hurry and find it in the glove box of the new car.
I was dying of curiosity.
Meena called me: “Nadir, You have to collect the Birthday cake, fruits and beverages. We have not much time.”
I had also not any time to read the letter. I got upstairs and let it on my table and left for the store.
The evening in the restaurant was pleasant. We were nineteen people, my parents, my sister and brother with their wives and children, our nine friends that means four couples and Hamed. And of course Mansour.
Meena was a most beautiful woman oft this night. She wore a white, sexy summer dress and everybody admired her, even the ladies.
My mother told me one time more, that I am a lucky devil to have such an angel as my wife. I responded I knew this.
About nine o’clock we left. I was a bit drunk and I noticed that Mansour is not much better! Meena rode our car.
My parents and siblings left for home, because of my father who was tired and the children. The rest of the guests went along to party at home.
I was much of time sitting next to Mansour and Meena was almost all time in motion.
She danced one time with me and one time with her uncle. But not particularly intimate. He was waiting and holding back to examine her reactions, I thought.
On the other side was Hamed. He was very handsome, I had to admit. His dark hair and sun bronzed face was such a contrast from the others. As they were dancing, often I noticed him, brushing against Meena and thought to myself, this is no accident.
He was a very good dancer.
The bottles of champagne were empty, everybody was a bit drunk.
They danced perhaps four or five times, together.
I had even the feeling, he chooses intentionally a quiet spot to dance where they are not seen well and Meena was at this moments really in his arms. He held her often firmly, and it seemed to me with his hand behind her head, he keeps her locked onto him, then I saw at least one time he planted a little kiss on her neck. Meena pushed him back and said something a bit firm and then looked at my direction. I noticed that Mansour is also watching them with red face and trembling lips.
I was really jealous. More than the times about Mansour.
This guy was a young, very gorgeous one, other than the old uncle. He could become dangerous.
I looked back into her eyes, which were fixed on me. I was not sure at all, if she can resist the seduction attempts of this young man.
As finally his hand found her bum, Meena told him some words and broke the dance.
She came to me and looked in my eyes, and said: “Are you okay, my birthday boy?”
“Absolutely okay! But your uncle is tired I think.”
“No, I am not tired. I am enjoying the party, perhaps not so much as you two, but yet though!”
He was obviously angry and upset. Meena noticed this and said: “I think our guests are going to leave. And after that, you two can relax.”
At this moment the guests came one after another to take leave and say goodbye.
The last one was Hamed, who, talked shortly with Meena at the gate which I didn’t hear. I hoped some of the conversations, even while dancing, to be recorded by my multiple hidden cameras. After they left, we two, helped Meena a little to bring the tableware and glasses into the kitchen.
I told them I am leaving to the bedroom and Meena responded, she is coming soon.
Really after short minutes she was there and saw me cleaning. She waited, sitting on the bed, and as I came out she asked provocatively: “Are you okay?”
“Yes, for sure, why do you ask?”
“I had the feeling that you are upset!”
“Me? No, not me, but your uncle!”
Meena laughed and said: “Okay. I am reassured. Can I do something for you? Have you any special request?” And giggled seductively.
“Not today Meena. I am very tired, and I think I need a good sleep.”
Meena looked at the clock and said to me: “You are right, it is too late, my dear.
I have to look after my old uncle and then I come also to sleep. Good night my baby.”
She kissed my lips and left to downstairs.
I waited one minute and then got out of the bedroom. As I was near the steps I noticed, she is coming out oft the walk in closet.
She had changed and now wore a short skirt and at the last moment I saw the black necklace on her neck!
She left for outdoor and as I ran to the window, I saw her entering into the guest house.
I went back into my study. And turned on the cameras live. Meena came in the guest house, living room. Mansour was sitting and waiting. He stood up and went to her and embraced her. Meena said nothing and stood there without any reactions.
She looked now, like a teenager with her short skirt and white blouse. Her necklace was obvious to see.
As Mansour noticed her uncomitted behavior, took a step back and said: “What is the problem princess?”
“There is no problem uncle. You wanted to see me and now I am here. Okay, what did you expect?”
“I thought, you… you…“
“You thought I am going to sleep with you? Mansi we spoke the other day about everything. I am not going to have sex with you, not more, never. You are my uncle and I invited you as my uncle to the birthday party of my husband.”
“I understand my princess, you are in love with your new colleague and have no interest more…”
“Stop that at once Mansi. You are not allowed to speak about me so, not even think about me so, if you want to continue your contact with me. You are for me my uncle, still, then let it be… I love Nadir and that was it… You can not imagine how lucky I am about his comeback. I am not risking my life for a fuck session with somebody else.
The only way that what happens between us two, is if Nadir personally allows you to touch me…”
And he laughed cruelly: “Then why are you clothed now so, as I wanted always, is this for me or not? Or is this just a game to let me suffer more?”
“No, I don’t want you to suffer. I wanted it never. I thought I wore for the last time for you, so how you like to see me. I am going to wear this necklace for you never again, in the future. But I love you still and want you to stay my uncle. Now, I am leaving, my husband is waiting for me.”
Then she went to him and kissed him on his cheeks and left.
He waited some moments and then went into the bedroom.
I hurried to the bedroom. Meena came after some moments.
Then went into the bathroom and in some minutes she was sleeping next to me.
I couldn't sleep. I stood up and left for my study. I wanted to watch the dance scenes and the moment of Hamed's leaving.
From dance scene there was nothing to hear. But I could clearly see her mad reaction to his try to kiss or grope her. Their goodbye scene was clearly to hear. Hamed apologized to behave so stupidly, but he said, he couldn't control himself, she is tonight too beautiful.
Meena smiled and responded: ‘Thank you for your nice compliment. But I was shocked. Excuse me if I was a bit rough.’
Then he left….
After watching the recordings I decided to read finally her second letter to me:
My dearest I don't know if I give this letter to you or not, but I have to write it.”
For hours I sit in our garden and review our common life, thinking about how it was, how it went by and how it is, now, as we stand at the start Points of our separate ways... I saw them, the rage in your words, but more the sadness in your eyes, and this is what makes me more ill-fated and miserable, and the deep sorrow in your eyes...
I sit here and observe my surroundings, the breeze is hot, it burns the skin, the clouds are not more small and white, but united and gray, the stars, seem to be burned and waiting to drop down. Your roses, which you planted, are not more bright red, but pale and colorless. The blue tit has forgotten his song. The butterflies are losing the beautiful colored points from their rainbow wings.
Your favorite musician, "Leonard Cohen" sings false: I am full of vacuity, I am floating in emptiness, as if I have no weight, And I am weeping up to the eternity...and all this, because you are so sad…
Yours for always.
Meena ...
The date of writing the letter was, the day before I saw the car in my parent’s home. The day in which she was not working in the hospital and spent almost all time in the garden. I was now very moved and lucky. I had to wipe my eyes.
I thought to myself: ‘I have now my Meena, completely and more!’
I went into the bedroom. My angel was sleeping, I looked at her face and whispered: ‘Sleep well my angel and dream beautiful and sweet....’
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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