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A Virgin Gentleman!
The next Weekend came very soon. We had as always a week full of work in the hospital and then relaxing in the evening and night at home.
Our conversations were normally about the news in the hospital and in the family and friends circle.
Sunday while breakfast, I said: “You know, today our young Gardner comes again...”
“Oh, I had forgotten, I have to cook more for lunch...”
“Yes, please. I want him to feel here well and as at home as with his family, I mean to be relaxed and so...”
“I do my best that he feels at home, but if he feels well is another issue.” And she grinned.
“I can tell you he felt himself very well even last week!” I laughed and sipped my Coffee.
Meena looked at me and asked: “Why do you think so? Did he or uncle Saeid said something?”
“No, but I saw it.”
I laughed again.
Meena was waiting for me to speak further, I added: “You know while sunbathing, you were sleeping most of the time. I went in to get some juice and I saw accidentally from the window that he is watching you, I mean your half naked body as you lay there on your belly and I saw him touching himself...”
Meena was astonished and while looking with half open mouth at me, asked: ‘Really? Why didn't you tell me about it?’
“You mean if I told you, you would have gotten up and released him from his Problem?”
She blushed and said: ‘Nadir, he is a poor young boy, and I think...’
“Wait a minute, now we are again at that point, the problems which the poor old or young men have! I have the feeling that you sense yourself responsible for their sexual problems! don't you my dear?”
“You are terrible, perhaps he has no girlfriend and as a young man... I mean I think it was not right of me to go around with bikini last week...”
“My dear Meena, this is your house and he has to behave... I am not yet finished telling what he has done...”
“What?”
“He went in the guest house after touching himself and masturbated.”
Meena looked at me so if she does not believe me: "No, I don't believe it, how could you be so sure, perhaps he..."
I interrupted her: “Meena, I am a man, and even you as a woman know that is sure why he went in at that moment. I mean, imagine, he has an erection after looking at your half naked body and your beautiful ass, what does a young man in such asituation? He tries to find some quiet place and wank! What else! This is the most normal reaction from a normal young lad? Isn't it?”
Meena was red in her face and her eyes were glazed! I think she was excited after my description of the happening last Sunday.
I stood up and went to her, took her in my arms and kissed her lips slightly.
Then looked at her and said: “My Dear Meena, you are not guilty when a young lad, has an erection because of your beauty! But if you want to do something, nice you can try to help him?!”
And laughed devilishly!
“Don't be so silly Nadir, I am serious, I don't want that he is in trouble because of me. He comes here to work and to earn a bit money for his study and we are not allowed to make a problem...”
“What are you trying to say Meena? You gave him perhaps the sweetest and nicest time of his life. Now I have a direct question: How do you think about him? Do you think he is attractive as a man, I mean, do you like him?”
Meena looked one moment a bit surprised and then after a short pause as if thinking about my question, she smiled and responded: “Yes, sure, I like the natural young men, and he is a natural lad. Why do you ask?”
And waited for my answer.
I sit down again, looked at her and said: “I am serious about what I say Meena. Please don't think that I am fooling around. He comes to work and you do as you always do when the sun is shining and it is a warm Sunday. You like to sunbathe, then do it as usual. If he has a problem, then let him! It is his problem. If you like to help him it's okay with me. But don't have any guilt feelings. Do you understand me?”
Meena thought some moments and then suddenly asked: “What do you mean with.. help him..?”
“You know exactly what I mean Meena. You know I like when other men admire you and if you like to give somebody more and you enjoy some action, I like it too and I enjoy it because of you!”
Then I was silent. There was a heavy pause for some minutes. At last she looked at me, smiled and said: “I am a woman and I like when the others, especially men admire me and my body. But I don't like to hurt you. I am going to do what you like. No way, what I feel or think.”
Meena was silent for some minutes.
Then stood up and came to me before to go into the kitchen: “I love you Nadir. And I love it when I see you are excited and heated! At the moments like now, I feel very happy. This means to me, you love me from very deep in your heart and this makes me a lucky woman. The most lucky women in the world! And I decide to give you what you want, without reservations! I look at your eyes and I know what you wish! You deserved it my Lord..."
Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply and long!
After the separation, I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at mine for some seconds.
Then, she disappeared into the kitchen.
* * *
Murad was there half an hour before noon, just like the last week.
He started to work immediately after arriving and about half past twelve, I called him for lunch. While lunch, we chatted about his family and his village. Mostly I asked and he answered.
Meena was most time silent.
Not infrequently while pause between our conversations, he gazed at her and when Meena noticed this, she smiled warmly at him.
After lunch he left for working in the garden and Meena changed into her bikini and got out for sunbathing. I was shortly after in pants next to her sitting in the chair.
She had this time some dark sunglasses on and I thought she wanted to watch him without to be detected!
After ten minutes I stood up and told her: “I am going upstairs to my study and after that perhaps a small nap!”
I was sure Murad had heard me. Then I called him: “Murad, If I am late, Meena pays you. Bye.”
And I left into the building.
I was a short time in my study to control my recording system. Then I got downstairs, and standing in my favorite place behind the curtains, began to watch the outside.
Murad was working and now and then looked at her’s, Meena’s direction.
She was lying on her belly, with successive feet and ankle.
Her head, which turned to him, was resting on her forearms. I was sure she had her eyes open and watching him all the time. It was hot and Murad looked a bit sweating.
He stopped working, looked first at her and then at the house door and took off his T-shirt. Then he came closer to her and began to cut the withered Roses near to the swimming pool. Now he was about 8 or 9 feet away from her and was enjoying to look at her beautiful body closely.
I could see some small movements now and then in Meena’s body.
There lay my beautiful wife with her sexy body, her deep brown hair was flowing down to her upper back and then began her soft skinned back up to the upturned sweet buttocks and her long legs, delicate ankles and tender feet.
I was sure she is also enjoying to look at his slim body. He had not a muscular body but athletic, firm one. Now she turned to her side and as if waking up from sleep, took off her sunglasses and looked around.
In a hurry, Murad began to cut the roses as if he is completely busy all time.
Meena looked at my direction, Perhaps she knew, I am there… then she turned her head to the other side and looked at the young lad who was standing there.
I could see she is admiring his slim fit body in his jeans and T-shirt.
As he turned his head one time more to her, they had an eye contact and she had a smile that lit up her eyes.
I could see he was melting as she smiled warmly to him! He replied her smile.
At this moment he stopped his work, then he pulled on his shirt again, turned around and disappeared past the guest house, he had his backpack there, I remembered.
After one minute, he reappeared with some flowers in his hand, a bunch of gladiolas!
The gladiolas were always Menna's favorite flowers. But we had this year no gladiolas in the garden.
He approached to Meena and gave her the flowers and whispered: “These are for you Ma’am!”
He was blushing obviously.
Meena was overwhelmed, she straightened up to a sitting position and while looking at his hands, after a pause took the flowers and just said: “I… thank you very much my dear. Why… I mean you had not to spend money for me…”
“It is a pleasure Ma’am, you are so nice to me…”
She swallowed hard, took the flowers bunch, looked at it and while smiling, said softly: “Thank you Murad, that's really nice from you.”
“It is my pleasure, Ma'am. They are as beautiful as you! I was lucky enough to get them today so perfect and fresh.”
Meena looked at him and said: “Are you already finished with your work?”
“Yes Ma'am, almost finished.”
“Then sit down here and tell me about your study.”
He sat down and started to talk about his college and then his study, and his family: “We aren't rich and I would have had to go to some professional college if I didn't get a grant due to my college grades. My dad says I need to work if
I want to go to university and I think for my future this is the best chance if I want to be successful."
Meena was listening carefully.
She bit her bottom lip and said: “Well, I'm sure you have to be pretty smart to attend this subject.”
Murad shrugged his shoulders, looked at her face and responded: “I guess I can hold my own...”
And he smiled and looked at the swimming pool, if thinking.
But I knew he was trying not to look at this beautiful woman who lay there in just her bikini. I could see that he tries not to brush his crotch and his slight erection.
Mena asked: “Do you play sports as well?”
“I go swimming and play volleyball.”
Meena was looking at his body and I could see that my wife obviously was mesmerized by Murad's behavior and speech.
I could see her eyes were fixated on him and she didn't even try to hide she was staring at his hard, youthful and slim body.
As Murad looked up, he realized that accidentally Meena was gazing at the bulge in his crotch. The young man blushed furiously.
Flustered and embarrassed he stammered: “Well, I have to leave...”
“No! Wait a minute, Murad... Meena hollered.”
Murad nervously looks at her. Murad and I could see my Meena had a beautiful smile.
I thought to myself, for sure she had been looking at his crotch and had seen his
throbbing hard on. Perhaps Murad figured she would have been disgusted at him and was now surprised she hadn't pulled away but smiling.
Meena's voice quivered and trailed off: “Sit down Murad. I bring something to drink. What do you like?”
“I don't want to trouble you.”
Meena smiled again and stood up: “No, it's no trouble! I mean I just wondered if you wanted to sit down some minute with me. Doctor is busy with his work, It's okay.”
Murad sat down and reassured her: “No problem Ma'am, I have time..”
Meena came in and looked at me. Her facial expression was one of thinking to decide.
She said nothing, but smiled slightly and went into the kitchen.
She was not surprised to see me there. Meena knew already I am watching them.
She knew me, my feelings and my reactions and my hidden fantasies, but I had still my hidden secrets, my cameras and, my notes and hours of videos...
I knew her too. For example, I knew at this moment as she gets into the kitchen, she had some controversial feelings. She could never, up to this day, seduce a young lad. That was not her type. Even as if horny all time, she couldn't use the opportunity to take advantage of a younger, virgin lad, as the Murad seemed to be. I didn't know if she had ever fantasized about younger boys, but as I knew her, she was never interested in them. On the other hand, she saw and felt that he is suffering under sexual pressure and she felt herself guilty for it. I knew her, I knew all her feelings and thoughts. She was sure that she had also her at least one secret from me, the story of her father's betrayal...
She came out with a glass lemonade in her hand.
Stood shortly next me, looked in my eyes for some seconds and said: "I know you want me to seduce him, you bad bad boy!"
Then laughed and kissed my lips and left for outdoor. She left the door half open, for sure because of me to hear them!
As I looked out of the window, he was standing and watching her carefully, he had a magazine in his hand.
She gave him his glass and sat down, and asked him: ‘It was very noble of you to bring me this flowers, but where did you know...?’
“You like gladiolas? I asked my uncle about your favorite flower!” And he blushed.
Meena glanced at the young lad who sat nervously in the chair, suddenly she blurted out: “Come here Murad...”
As Meena leaned toward him, Murad could see her smooth, firm, rounded tits, which were halfway visible.
He tried to look away, but her perfect tit globes held his attention. Murad gulped loudly and pressed the magazine against his crotch. He leaned forward and Meena kissed his cheeks. Now I thought to myself, he is so close to her, to smell her body odor. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat.
Then he blushed more, as he looked at my sexy wife’s tits again.
Meena shifted in her chair and now I noticed, Murad saw for sure one of her stiff nipples that poked out obscenely. I could swear they were growing in front of his very eyes. I saw the green fabric of her bikini top poke out that swaddled her nipples perfectly. Otherwise, Meena could see for sure, he is trying to hide his erection.
I suppose as she noticed that he is suffering and trying to hide his hard cock, Meena decided instantaneous, to do something for him.
She looked at his eyes. He is waiting for her to say something, I thought to myself.
She smiled and said, softly: “Have you a girlfriend, Murad?”
Then she nervously placed the temple tip of her sunglasses between her lips and waited for his answer.
Murad gazed at her a bit curiously and responded: “No, Ma'am.”
Meena laughed as her eyes got wide: “Really not?”
“Yes, I have not one!”
“But you are a nice, good looking young man! Why not? How old are you?”
Murad answered: “Nineteen, Ma’am. I think, I had no time up to now…”
She swallowed as her mouth salivated: “I see…”
Then she stared at Murad as he held the magazine tightly in front of him, and she continued to smile at him with trembling lips.
“Please call me Meena. Ma'am, just seems so old.”
As she stared at the young man, I thought how deep black his eyes were. His dark short hair and black, curious eyes were so young and innocent. I thought to myself, Meena couldn't help herself at this point, not to look deep in his eyes.
Murad blushed more as he held the magazine tightly over himself to hide his throbbing cock.
Meena turned to the window where I stood, looked at my direction, then turned again to him and looked straight ahead into his eyes and while keeping eye contact with the young man, said: “I never did anything like this before Murad. I want you to know that.”
Murad's brow narrowed as he continued to stare at my sexy wife: “Ma'am, I don't know what you are talki...”
She interrupted him: "I did think about you, for the last days, since you were here…"
I thought to myself: "Okay, she is playing this game as hers and riding on her own line!"
“Did you think about me too?”
She asked calmly as though she was making an effort to control herself: “Did you play with yourself Murad? I mean while imagining me?”
His mouth hung open in disbelief and his eyes widened as he looked at her. He gasped and just said: "Oh, my god! I…I…"
“You can tell me, Murad. I know it, I see you like me. I like you too… I know what you want…” For Meena wasn't any turning back now, I thought, and she didn't want to either, I was sure.
Murad’s mouth dropped.
He stared into her beautiful eyes but then back to her breasts and her nipples were fully extended and bulging out of the green Bikini top material.
Meena watched his face as it turned white as the blood rushed from it and continued: “I saw the way you looked at me last week and also today, Murad.”
She reassured him: "It made me happy, I hoped you liked what you saw."
Murad’s mouth hung open as his bottom lip quivered and he nodded nervously.
Meena reached out and placed her hand on his knee.
I myself had now a bulge in my pants too and as I watched and saw that her hand shook with excitement, I felt a sharp movement of my erection.
“Have you ever had a female hand on you… I mean on your private parts?”
I couldn’t believe that Meena speaks in such a way with a young man.
Obviously she had decided to do it, and she did know that she has to cheer up and to take initiative.
“N..N… No..” Murad croaked.
I was sure that his cock at this moment throbbed under his slacks.
Meena’s hand shook at his revelation: “Have you wondered what it would feel like?”
She asked as she tightened her grip on his knee.
I noticed that, Meena wanted to hear the details.
“I...I, don't know, but...” Murad replied.
“I think you'll like it..” Meena said.
“Oh... sure... of course...” His voice crackled.
She giggled: “I'd love to do it. That is if you'll let me…” Meena said seductively.
“Yes... Yes, sure...”
Murad breathed heavily, his face turned red: “I'll do it,… I mean you can do it, I… I'll do whatever you want, ma'am!”
Murad looked around and in my direction: “Here?”
“Yes, my husband is sleeping…”
She looked over at the window and smiled; “We have our privacy.”
Murad kept waiting for her to start. I could see from his behavior, he is still unsure if this was really happening.
Meena’s eyes were now glancing directly towards his crotch that he concealed under his magazine.
She looked into his young perfect black eyes; “Can I count on you to be my friend?”
My sexy Meena asked as her gaze shifted to his magazine that sat on his lap;
“I mean can I trust you, Murad. You don’t tell anybody about our…”
Murad interrupted her; “Yes, sure, Ma’am… I mean Meena…”
It was exciting, he had called her Meena, for the first time.
Meena reached abruptly over with her right hand and pulled the magazine from his lap and tossed it on the table and continued: “I don’t want anyone to find out. I feel I can trust you…”
“You can trust me. I won't tell anyone, Meena. Honest, I won't tell!” Murad whispered as his eyes remained fixated on her hard body. “I promise!”
He repeated, whispering. His eyes were fixed on Meena’s breasts that stuck out so perfectly in her bikini top.
It seemed to me that he couldn't believe what now and here actually happening.
Meena stared at the crotch of his pants with his cock bulge waiting to be freed.
From the expression in Meena’s face and eyes, I could tell, the last threads of her
common sense falling away from her. For a moment they just stared at each other, both anticipating the pleasure to come.
Murad’s stare returned to her perfect tits that peeked out of her bikini top.
Meena looked over at the youngster sitting there and saw him staring into her tits.
She arched her back and forced her bosom outward: “Do you like what you see?"
She smirked.
Murad nodded in approval. He hadn't taken his eyes off her firm tits.
Meena began to pull off her bikini top slowly, as his mouth hung open in anticipation.
She opened it in the back and allowed it to fall from her shoulders baring her naked breasts to the young man. Her green top fell behind her back. She straightened in her chair and pushed her tits out: “Do you like them.. my tits?”
I was sure that Murad’s cock throbbed in the tight confines of his jeans as mine, as he nodded. My sexy wife just stared at the young man as he devoured her naked torso with his eyes: “Would you like to feel them?”
Without waiting for his response, Meena took the young lad’s hand and raised it to her bare tits. Murad squeezed her smooth, firm tits.
Meena’s hand went behind him and she drew his head towards her.
Murad was obviously confused, but more than willing, he leaned forward and sucked on my wife’s hard, extended nipples. He began to alternate between the swollen nubs, while his hand squeezed and mashed her tits.
As Meena shut her eyes, I knew that his sucking lips sent tremors through her body. He licked and sucked hungrily each of her tits. She arched her back and held his head firmly to her chest. I could see, the passion in Murad’s mouth as he kissed her breasts.
Now I watched as Meena reached slowly over and moved her hand up and down on his thigh, going a bit farther up each time.
Murad panted on her tits, his breath billowing hotly over her tit flesh, his mouth slurping greedily. Sounds of kissing and slurping echoed throughout the place and I could hear it clearly through the half open door, as the young lad mashed his teeth against my lovely wife’s flesh.
Now it was so far. Meena finally reached his bulging crotch and cupped his cock bulge in her hand, squeezing and rubbing it.
I could swear that his prick was now hard as a rock and she could feel it in her hand.
At this moment I heard Meena moaning with anticipation.
She arched her back, rubbing her firm tits around against the boy's mouth and tongue.
Meena then unzipped his Jeans while he Kissed and sucked on her nipples. She pulled the zipper down, until finally his fly was wide open. She slowly undid his black belt and then unsnapped them as the front of his trousers fell open.
All the while, Murad was tasting my lovely wife’s perfect breasts. He was licking and sucking on them hungrily as Meena felt his crotch and his hard cock.
From my view point I could see his white underwear. His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his cock was obvious beneath the white cotton. Even I could watch, a damp patch where his cock head was leaking.
“Oooooh….” Meena moaned in delight as she saw it, then she licked her lips.
He continued to lap at her beautiful tits as she pulled his head away from her now wet chest.
“Now it is my turn, baby…” She softly spoke as she pushed him back into his chair. Meena’s face showed clearly her lust.
I could say, she was literally curious to see and touch his cock.
She bent down into his crotch, but stopped shortly in a few inches distance to
his body.
It seemed to me, now that the most important moment had arrived, Meena is delaying and savoring the expectation. I could see the desire in her face, her eyes were narrowed and her lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her lips. Now she moved her hands down to his tight crotch. She ran her fingers up his prick trunk and stroked it.
Then she drew away from him and hissed with trembling voice: “Kick off your shoes.”
She instructed.
Murad kicked his sport shoes off. Meena then drew his tight jeans down and pulled them from his feet. He sat back in the seat in only his socks, underwear and T-shirt.
The young man gave a moan of lust as he stared at my sexy wife’s mouth.
It seemed to me that now, he couldn't wait.
The fact that Meena seemed to be as excited as he was, and eager to do what she pleased, caused this young lad to tremble and moan.
Murad leaned backwards and stretched out in his chair, his legs spread, Meena was now kneeling over into his groin.
She was now rubbing his prick through his white underwear again.
Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down slowly until his throbbing prick was exposed.
Meena gasped and swallowed hard as she saw his cock for the first time.
Murad was very excited as my sexy wife looked up and smiled widely at him while his cock throbbed next to her beautiful face.
Meena pushed his underwear under his balls so that his whole vibrating cock was bared. She gazed at his prick with fascination.
Now I could see His cock clearly too. It was as long as mine, it means about six inches long, but not too thick. With a perfect mushroom head. And it was very hard as an iron bar and red and probably at this moment as hot as molten steel!
It was perfect, but not very huge. The tip of it was already slippery with precum.
“Oh my… it is so beautiful!” Meena smiled and admired the young man’s prick.
She slowly reached out and gripped the root of his prick with her right hand and stroked it up and down, moving just an inch or so at the base of his shaft.
Murad automatically jerked his ass up and drove his prick into her fist. His cockhead was glowing. More precum came out and trickled down his shaft. It was a very thick liquid.
Meena cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand.
“So beautiful and sexy.” She cooed.
I could see from her face expression that she is fascinated by his hard prick.
Meena was looking fixed at his cock while holding it at the root, as if fascinated.
“You have a very beautiful cock, Murad.” She purred, giving him a playful gaze.
Then she began to draw her fist up and down his prick first slowly, then tightened her grip and stroked him with a firmer stroke.
Now she was pumping him steadily, in a rhythm that would bring him off, but moving slowly, probably to last his eruption for a while.
“It's so beautiful and so hard!” Meena murmured as she glanced up into his black eyes with a grin and her breath blew on his cock.
Murad’s body quivered in anticipation: “Ohhh my God!”
Meena was alarmed, she looked at his face and whispered: “Please last as long as you can, Murad…”
She begged; “And try not to cum soon…”
“Okay, ma'am, I mean Meena, I'll try." He panted.
Meena grinned. She stared at the young cock in her hand again.
Murad’s both hands gripped the armrests of his chair as my sexy wife’s mouth came closer to the tip of his dick.
“Ohhh God…” He whimpered.
Now Meena lowered her head into Murad's lap.
He felt this and groaned.
She finally touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick lightly.
Murad jumped in the chair and his body cramped. I saw how Meena's eyelids closed and she sighed, savoring the taste of his precum for a moment, and then moaned: “Mmmmmmmh...”
She leaned down into his lap and licked his cock head with long strokes with her
tongue. Her lips pursed, she kissed the tip of his dick lightly. Then her lips parted slowly and she took his cock into her mouth with her lips compressed around it.
Murad moaned softly. I could imagine that he had never felt anything as magnificent and exciting as the tight grip of my lovely wife’s beautiful lips on his young cock.
Meena began to suck eagerly. For sure she wanted more of his precum onto her tongue. My hot Meena was soon slobbering down Murad's cock and her saliva running onto his balls. Slowly she began to move her head up and down, absorbing the full length of his hard prick into her mouth.
Now Murad stared down as he watched her lips pull.
My sexy wife glanced up into his deep, black eyes and grinned.
She turned her head and licked his balls, and then she ran her tongue up his shaft from root to head with long slurps.
Meena glanced up and looked with dreamy eyes in his deep eyes.
At this moment I knew that, she wanted him! She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to be his first woman to have. As I watched her, I felt, at this moment she wanted it more than anything else.
“Murad... I... I want your...”
Meena sighed, but suddenly Murad interrupted her and it seemed to me that he is going to explode.
“I am going to... I can't hold it longer!” He moaned.
Meena put his cock back into her hot mouth and started to suck hungrily, while moving her head up and down.
After a short moment, she pulled her lips from his dick and looked up into his eyes and begged: "Fill my mouth with your hot cum, Murad!"
And then bent down into Murad's's lap. Meena slipped his cock into her mouth again and began greedily to suck it.
Then one time more, she pulled off his hard cock and spoke: “Cum! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!” She moaned.
Murad cried: “Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh...”
As he continued to fuck my wife's face while it went steadily up and down on his dick.
Then it was so far, he cried out: “Ohhhhhhhh! Meenaaaaaaa!”
I knew that at this moment his balls erupted.
His right hand gripped the arm rest of the chair tightly and his left hand fell onto Meena's head to push it into his groin to get deeper in her mouth.
And I knew that Meena's mouth was at this moment filled with hot sticky cum.
I saw that she gasped and gulped his cum down, taking his cock back into her throat as he trembled a second then a third time.
Meena's head kept going up and down, sucking for more.
Cum overflowed her sucking lips and poured out as her head rose up his rod. Going down again, she sucked it back in.
I thought to myself, my Meena doesn't want to miss a drop and swallowed every bit of the cum from our young gardeners cock.
Then she moaned in delight: “Mmmmmmmmmh!”
At last Meena took his shaft in her hand and stroked it harder milking it for the last drops of cum it had. She sucked further, milking every last drop of his semen from his cock and swallowing it joyfully.
Finally Murad was finished as he leaned his head back against the chair's back.
Meena continued to suck on his hard cock that softened in her mouth. She sat up, smiling with creamy lips, looking happy and contented. Her hands still wrapped around his cock...
She carefully licked her lips and whimpered: “Ohhhhhh, it was delicious!”
Then she tightened her grip and pulled her fist up one more time.
As the last drop of his cum appeared in his piss hole, Meena sank back down to his cock and rubbed it on her cheek and across her lips.
When she released it, his cock swayed up and down and finally flopped onto his Stomach.
He looked down at Meena as she was smiling at him.
”Ohhhh, my God! That was… Wow!… You are perfect Ma’am… Meena!” Murad said as he caught his breath.
Then he stared at her naked breasts.
Meena’s nipples still stuck out clearly away from the tips of her beautiful tits.
She gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment then said: “Did you really enjoy it Murad?”
“Yes, it was incredible, I didn't know this is going to be so wonderful, but...”
Then, as if he was suddenly scared, looked at the house door and in a hurry took his pants and tried to put it on.
Meena watched him and his now half erect dick which rapidly disappeared in his pants.
She said softly: “Don't be afraid, Murad. He is sleeping. You can take a shower if you want...”
And pointed to the guest house.
Murad nodded, stood up and rapidly got in the guest house.
Meena took her bikini top and came in.
I was standing there next to the window, with my hard on still persisting in my pants.
She smiled at me and went into the bathroom to wash. The door to the bathroom was open and I could see her. She washed her face and mouth and came out.
I approached to her and said: “How was it...?”
She giggled and said: “He is cute, I like him...”
“I am happy to hear that..” I said and kissed her lips, lightly.
As I let her go, She studied my face shortly, then placed both her hands on my face.
She cupped my features and lowered her lips to mine. This time it was not just a kiss of my wife, but the kiss of a woman who find herself still very much in love! Her fingers slid into my hair and held me to her. Her tongue slid inside my mouth and mine slipped automatically inside hers.
We stroked slowly, while renewing our hunger that we shared. It seemed to me that our lips and tongues, while gliding upon each other, are dancing to a melody.
Finally, as we separated, she got into the walk in closet to change. As she came out, she had a short pants and a loose white blouse on. I was sitting on the couch.
She came to me and said: ‘" have to go to him, he is a bit scared and confused!"
“Should I go with?”
“No, better not, not today. Give him some time.”
She kissed me on the lips and then got out.
I looked out of the window. She hurried into the guest house. I got upstairs into my study and turned on my computer monitor and switched on to the guest room camera.
Meena was looking at herself in front of the mirror as Murad came out. He had wrapped himself in a bathrobe. Meena turned to him, then she went closer and kissed him shortly on his lips.
He embraced her and asked: “Is Doctor sleeping?”
“Yes. Do you like to stay a bit longer?”
“No, I think better not, You know it is too much for me for one day! I mean I like you... and I loved what you did...”
Meena interrupted him: “Sit down Murad a bit, I have to explain something, it doesn't take long...”
As they were going to sit down he continued: “Yes me too I have to tell you something I want to admit... I... I...I lo...”
Meena abruptedly interrupted him again: “Murad, just listen to me...”
She took his hands in hers and gazed at his face for a long moment. He was looking at her eyes and waiting.
I think this was what she considered as a problem, and I didn't think about it.
At this moment I understood her worry. This young man was going to fall in love with her, or he was already in love with her and this was not good at all.
I was all the time busy with my selfish sexual desires and inclinations and did not think about this possibility. But obviously she knew it since I told her about his interest on her and his behavior last Sunday.
Not later than he presented his gift, the gladiolas to her, I should have known...
Meena began to speak: “I like you Murad, you know this already. I do what I did because I like you…”
Then she giggled and shamefully admitted: "And I am going to do more if you want me to do! But..."
He was silent and just looking in her eyes with open wide eyes.
Meena looked down, perhaps to capture courage. Perhaps she wanted to think about how to formulate her message, not to hurt him emotionally.
Then she abruptly looked up into his eyes and said softly: “But I love Nadir! I belong to him, my heart belongs to him and I can't love somebody else as my man. I don't speak about my husband, but my man, the man of my life. You
have to understand this Murad…”
Then she looked down and continued: “Apart from this, I am too old for you, I am too old to be your girl!”
Murad said nothing.
There was a long pause, then he stood up and said: ”have to get dressed.”
And left for the bathroom.
Meena stayed sitting and waiting, she looked sad and she was worried, I could see this clearly in her face expression.
He came out shortly after, then took his backpack and came to Meena. She stood up and embraced him.
He took her in his arms and whispered: “Thank you Ma'am. Thank you for everything. I understand you. I like you too. I like you very much...”
Meena kissed his cheeks and asked: "Next Sunday?"
“For sure!”
She kissed his lips, looked at his face and while smiling, said softly and in a Young, girlish voice: “I'll take care of you as long as you like and as long as you need me. I'll do this because I like you...”
My Meena would meet up with her young lover again, I said to myself quietly.
While sitting there in my study, I had to admit that actually she was managing the situation masterfully.
It seemed to me at this moment, if I am going to lose my control over the happenings, or she is taking control on the situation. I thought about it and I asked myself: Is this so because she is smarter than me?!
It bothered me a bit that I had not the complete overview as like as she had? On the other hand, I told to myself, she is doing everything as you want and as you wish, what is your problem?! I knew, it was my ego who wanted to have complete dominion over everything.
In the meantime Meena accomponied him to the gate and they stood there some minutes. I could not hear them, then she paid him and he left. I stood up and left my room for downstairs.
She was barely inside, took my hand and pulled me to the stairs: “Come, come my master. I am so horny, I want you, I want you to take me like never before!”....
Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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-- tbc --
The next Weekend came very soon. We had as always a week full of work in the hospital and then relaxing in the evening and night at home.
Our conversations were normally about the news in the hospital and in the family and friends circle.
Sunday while breakfast, I said: “You know, today our young Gardner comes again...”
“Oh, I had forgotten, I have to cook more for lunch...”
“Yes, please. I want him to feel here well and as at home as with his family, I mean to be relaxed and so...”
“I do my best that he feels at home, but if he feels well is another issue.” And she grinned.
“I can tell you he felt himself very well even last week!” I laughed and sipped my Coffee.
Meena looked at me and asked: “Why do you think so? Did he or uncle Saeid said something?”
“No, but I saw it.”
I laughed again.
Meena was waiting for me to speak further, I added: “You know while sunbathing, you were sleeping most of the time. I went in to get some juice and I saw accidentally from the window that he is watching you, I mean your half naked body as you lay there on your belly and I saw him touching himself...”
Meena was astonished and while looking with half open mouth at me, asked: ‘Really? Why didn't you tell me about it?’
“You mean if I told you, you would have gotten up and released him from his Problem?”
She blushed and said: ‘Nadir, he is a poor young boy, and I think...’
“Wait a minute, now we are again at that point, the problems which the poor old or young men have! I have the feeling that you sense yourself responsible for their sexual problems! don't you my dear?”
“You are terrible, perhaps he has no girlfriend and as a young man... I mean I think it was not right of me to go around with bikini last week...”
“My dear Meena, this is your house and he has to behave... I am not yet finished telling what he has done...”
“What?”
“He went in the guest house after touching himself and masturbated.”
Meena looked at me so if she does not believe me: "No, I don't believe it, how could you be so sure, perhaps he..."
I interrupted her: “Meena, I am a man, and even you as a woman know that is sure why he went in at that moment. I mean, imagine, he has an erection after looking at your half naked body and your beautiful ass, what does a young man in such asituation? He tries to find some quiet place and wank! What else! This is the most normal reaction from a normal young lad? Isn't it?”
Meena was red in her face and her eyes were glazed! I think she was excited after my description of the happening last Sunday.
I stood up and went to her, took her in my arms and kissed her lips slightly.
Then looked at her and said: “My Dear Meena, you are not guilty when a young lad, has an erection because of your beauty! But if you want to do something, nice you can try to help him?!”
And laughed devilishly!
“Don't be so silly Nadir, I am serious, I don't want that he is in trouble because of me. He comes here to work and to earn a bit money for his study and we are not allowed to make a problem...”
“What are you trying to say Meena? You gave him perhaps the sweetest and nicest time of his life. Now I have a direct question: How do you think about him? Do you think he is attractive as a man, I mean, do you like him?”
Meena looked one moment a bit surprised and then after a short pause as if thinking about my question, she smiled and responded: “Yes, sure, I like the natural young men, and he is a natural lad. Why do you ask?”
And waited for my answer.
I sit down again, looked at her and said: “I am serious about what I say Meena. Please don't think that I am fooling around. He comes to work and you do as you always do when the sun is shining and it is a warm Sunday. You like to sunbathe, then do it as usual. If he has a problem, then let him! It is his problem. If you like to help him it's okay with me. But don't have any guilt feelings. Do you understand me?”
Meena thought some moments and then suddenly asked: “What do you mean with.. help him..?”
“You know exactly what I mean Meena. You know I like when other men admire you and if you like to give somebody more and you enjoy some action, I like it too and I enjoy it because of you!”
Then I was silent. There was a heavy pause for some minutes. At last she looked at me, smiled and said: “I am a woman and I like when the others, especially men admire me and my body. But I don't like to hurt you. I am going to do what you like. No way, what I feel or think.”
Meena was silent for some minutes.
Then stood up and came to me before to go into the kitchen: “I love you Nadir. And I love it when I see you are excited and heated! At the moments like now, I feel very happy. This means to me, you love me from very deep in your heart and this makes me a lucky woman. The most lucky women in the world! And I decide to give you what you want, without reservations! I look at your eyes and I know what you wish! You deserved it my Lord..."
Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply and long!
After the separation, I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at mine for some seconds.
Then, she disappeared into the kitchen.
* * *
Murad was there half an hour before noon, just like the last week.
He started to work immediately after arriving and about half past twelve, I called him for lunch. While lunch, we chatted about his family and his village. Mostly I asked and he answered.
Meena was most time silent.
Not infrequently while pause between our conversations, he gazed at her and when Meena noticed this, she smiled warmly at him.
After lunch he left for working in the garden and Meena changed into her bikini and got out for sunbathing. I was shortly after in pants next to her sitting in the chair.
She had this time some dark sunglasses on and I thought she wanted to watch him without to be detected!
After ten minutes I stood up and told her: “I am going upstairs to my study and after that perhaps a small nap!”
I was sure Murad had heard me. Then I called him: “Murad, If I am late, Meena pays you. Bye.”
And I left into the building.
I was a short time in my study to control my recording system. Then I got downstairs, and standing in my favorite place behind the curtains, began to watch the outside.
Murad was working and now and then looked at her’s, Meena’s direction.
She was lying on her belly, with successive feet and ankle.
Her head, which turned to him, was resting on her forearms. I was sure she had her eyes open and watching him all the time. It was hot and Murad looked a bit sweating.
He stopped working, looked first at her and then at the house door and took off his T-shirt. Then he came closer to her and began to cut the withered Roses near to the swimming pool. Now he was about 8 or 9 feet away from her and was enjoying to look at her beautiful body closely.
I could see some small movements now and then in Meena’s body.
There lay my beautiful wife with her sexy body, her deep brown hair was flowing down to her upper back and then began her soft skinned back up to the upturned sweet buttocks and her long legs, delicate ankles and tender feet.
I was sure she is also enjoying to look at his slim body. He had not a muscular body but athletic, firm one. Now she turned to her side and as if waking up from sleep, took off her sunglasses and looked around.
In a hurry, Murad began to cut the roses as if he is completely busy all time.
Meena looked at my direction, Perhaps she knew, I am there… then she turned her head to the other side and looked at the young lad who was standing there.
I could see she is admiring his slim fit body in his jeans and T-shirt.
As he turned his head one time more to her, they had an eye contact and she had a smile that lit up her eyes.
I could see he was melting as she smiled warmly to him! He replied her smile.
At this moment he stopped his work, then he pulled on his shirt again, turned around and disappeared past the guest house, he had his backpack there, I remembered.
After one minute, he reappeared with some flowers in his hand, a bunch of gladiolas!
The gladiolas were always Menna's favorite flowers. But we had this year no gladiolas in the garden.
He approached to Meena and gave her the flowers and whispered: “These are for you Ma’am!”
He was blushing obviously.
Meena was overwhelmed, she straightened up to a sitting position and while looking at his hands, after a pause took the flowers and just said: “I… thank you very much my dear. Why… I mean you had not to spend money for me…”
“It is a pleasure Ma’am, you are so nice to me…”
She swallowed hard, took the flowers bunch, looked at it and while smiling, said softly: “Thank you Murad, that's really nice from you.”
“It is my pleasure, Ma'am. They are as beautiful as you! I was lucky enough to get them today so perfect and fresh.”
Meena looked at him and said: “Are you already finished with your work?”
“Yes Ma'am, almost finished.”
“Then sit down here and tell me about your study.”
He sat down and started to talk about his college and then his study, and his family: “We aren't rich and I would have had to go to some professional college if I didn't get a grant due to my college grades. My dad says I need to work if
I want to go to university and I think for my future this is the best chance if I want to be successful."
Meena was listening carefully.
She bit her bottom lip and said: “Well, I'm sure you have to be pretty smart to attend this subject.”
Murad shrugged his shoulders, looked at her face and responded: “I guess I can hold my own...”
And he smiled and looked at the swimming pool, if thinking.
But I knew he was trying not to look at this beautiful woman who lay there in just her bikini. I could see that he tries not to brush his crotch and his slight erection.
Mena asked: “Do you play sports as well?”
“I go swimming and play volleyball.”
Meena was looking at his body and I could see that my wife obviously was mesmerized by Murad's behavior and speech.
I could see her eyes were fixated on him and she didn't even try to hide she was staring at his hard, youthful and slim body.
As Murad looked up, he realized that accidentally Meena was gazing at the bulge in his crotch. The young man blushed furiously.
Flustered and embarrassed he stammered: “Well, I have to leave...”
“No! Wait a minute, Murad... Meena hollered.”
Murad nervously looks at her. Murad and I could see my Meena had a beautiful smile.
I thought to myself, for sure she had been looking at his crotch and had seen his
throbbing hard on. Perhaps Murad figured she would have been disgusted at him and was now surprised she hadn't pulled away but smiling.
Meena's voice quivered and trailed off: “Sit down Murad. I bring something to drink. What do you like?”
“I don't want to trouble you.”
Meena smiled again and stood up: “No, it's no trouble! I mean I just wondered if you wanted to sit down some minute with me. Doctor is busy with his work, It's okay.”
Murad sat down and reassured her: “No problem Ma'am, I have time..”
Meena came in and looked at me. Her facial expression was one of thinking to decide.
She said nothing, but smiled slightly and went into the kitchen.
She was not surprised to see me there. Meena knew already I am watching them.
She knew me, my feelings and my reactions and my hidden fantasies, but I had still my hidden secrets, my cameras and, my notes and hours of videos...
I knew her too. For example, I knew at this moment as she gets into the kitchen, she had some controversial feelings. She could never, up to this day, seduce a young lad. That was not her type. Even as if horny all time, she couldn't use the opportunity to take advantage of a younger, virgin lad, as the Murad seemed to be. I didn't know if she had ever fantasized about younger boys, but as I knew her, she was never interested in them. On the other hand, she saw and felt that he is suffering under sexual pressure and she felt herself guilty for it. I knew her, I knew all her feelings and thoughts. She was sure that she had also her at least one secret from me, the story of her father's betrayal...
She came out with a glass lemonade in her hand.
Stood shortly next me, looked in my eyes for some seconds and said: "I know you want me to seduce him, you bad bad boy!"
Then laughed and kissed my lips and left for outdoor. She left the door half open, for sure because of me to hear them!
As I looked out of the window, he was standing and watching her carefully, he had a magazine in his hand.
She gave him his glass and sat down, and asked him: ‘It was very noble of you to bring me this flowers, but where did you know...?’
“You like gladiolas? I asked my uncle about your favorite flower!” And he blushed.
Meena glanced at the young lad who sat nervously in the chair, suddenly she blurted out: “Come here Murad...”
As Meena leaned toward him, Murad could see her smooth, firm, rounded tits, which were halfway visible.
He tried to look away, but her perfect tit globes held his attention. Murad gulped loudly and pressed the magazine against his crotch. He leaned forward and Meena kissed his cheeks. Now I thought to myself, he is so close to her, to smell her body odor. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat.
Then he blushed more, as he looked at my sexy wife’s tits again.
Meena shifted in her chair and now I noticed, Murad saw for sure one of her stiff nipples that poked out obscenely. I could swear they were growing in front of his very eyes. I saw the green fabric of her bikini top poke out that swaddled her nipples perfectly. Otherwise, Meena could see for sure, he is trying to hide his erection.
I suppose as she noticed that he is suffering and trying to hide his hard cock, Meena decided instantaneous, to do something for him.
She looked at his eyes. He is waiting for her to say something, I thought to myself.
She smiled and said, softly: “Have you a girlfriend, Murad?”
Then she nervously placed the temple tip of her sunglasses between her lips and waited for his answer.
Murad gazed at her a bit curiously and responded: “No, Ma'am.”
Meena laughed as her eyes got wide: “Really not?”
“Yes, I have not one!”
“But you are a nice, good looking young man! Why not? How old are you?”
Murad answered: “Nineteen, Ma’am. I think, I had no time up to now…”
She swallowed as her mouth salivated: “I see…”
Then she stared at Murad as he held the magazine tightly in front of him, and she continued to smile at him with trembling lips.
“Please call me Meena. Ma'am, just seems so old.”
As she stared at the young man, I thought how deep black his eyes were. His dark short hair and black, curious eyes were so young and innocent. I thought to myself, Meena couldn't help herself at this point, not to look deep in his eyes.
Murad blushed more as he held the magazine tightly over himself to hide his throbbing cock.
Meena turned to the window where I stood, looked at my direction, then turned again to him and looked straight ahead into his eyes and while keeping eye contact with the young man, said: “I never did anything like this before Murad. I want you to know that.”
Murad's brow narrowed as he continued to stare at my sexy wife: “Ma'am, I don't know what you are talki...”
She interrupted him: "I did think about you, for the last days, since you were here…"
I thought to myself: "Okay, she is playing this game as hers and riding on her own line!"
“Did you think about me too?”
She asked calmly as though she was making an effort to control herself: “Did you play with yourself Murad? I mean while imagining me?”
His mouth hung open in disbelief and his eyes widened as he looked at her. He gasped and just said: "Oh, my god! I…I…"
“You can tell me, Murad. I know it, I see you like me. I like you too… I know what you want…” For Meena wasn't any turning back now, I thought, and she didn't want to either, I was sure.
Murad’s mouth dropped.
He stared into her beautiful eyes but then back to her breasts and her nipples were fully extended and bulging out of the green Bikini top material.
Meena watched his face as it turned white as the blood rushed from it and continued: “I saw the way you looked at me last week and also today, Murad.”
She reassured him: "It made me happy, I hoped you liked what you saw."
Murad’s mouth hung open as his bottom lip quivered and he nodded nervously.
Meena reached out and placed her hand on his knee.
I myself had now a bulge in my pants too and as I watched and saw that her hand shook with excitement, I felt a sharp movement of my erection.
“Have you ever had a female hand on you… I mean on your private parts?”
I couldn’t believe that Meena speaks in such a way with a young man.
Obviously she had decided to do it, and she did know that she has to cheer up and to take initiative.
“N..N… No..” Murad croaked.
I was sure that his cock at this moment throbbed under his slacks.
Meena’s hand shook at his revelation: “Have you wondered what it would feel like?”
She asked as she tightened her grip on his knee.
I noticed that, Meena wanted to hear the details.
“I...I, don't know, but...” Murad replied.
“I think you'll like it..” Meena said.
“Oh... sure... of course...” His voice crackled.
She giggled: “I'd love to do it. That is if you'll let me…” Meena said seductively.
“Yes... Yes, sure...”
Murad breathed heavily, his face turned red: “I'll do it,… I mean you can do it, I… I'll do whatever you want, ma'am!”
Murad looked around and in my direction: “Here?”
“Yes, my husband is sleeping…”
She looked over at the window and smiled; “We have our privacy.”
Murad kept waiting for her to start. I could see from his behavior, he is still unsure if this was really happening.
Meena’s eyes were now glancing directly towards his crotch that he concealed under his magazine.
She looked into his young perfect black eyes; “Can I count on you to be my friend?”
My sexy Meena asked as her gaze shifted to his magazine that sat on his lap;
“I mean can I trust you, Murad. You don’t tell anybody about our…”
Murad interrupted her; “Yes, sure, Ma’am… I mean Meena…”
It was exciting, he had called her Meena, for the first time.
Meena reached abruptly over with her right hand and pulled the magazine from his lap and tossed it on the table and continued: “I don’t want anyone to find out. I feel I can trust you…”
“You can trust me. I won't tell anyone, Meena. Honest, I won't tell!” Murad whispered as his eyes remained fixated on her hard body. “I promise!”
He repeated, whispering. His eyes were fixed on Meena’s breasts that stuck out so perfectly in her bikini top.
It seemed to me that he couldn't believe what now and here actually happening.
Meena stared at the crotch of his pants with his cock bulge waiting to be freed.
From the expression in Meena’s face and eyes, I could tell, the last threads of her
common sense falling away from her. For a moment they just stared at each other, both anticipating the pleasure to come.
Murad’s stare returned to her perfect tits that peeked out of her bikini top.
Meena looked over at the youngster sitting there and saw him staring into her tits.
She arched her back and forced her bosom outward: “Do you like what you see?"
She smirked.
Murad nodded in approval. He hadn't taken his eyes off her firm tits.
Meena began to pull off her bikini top slowly, as his mouth hung open in anticipation.
She opened it in the back and allowed it to fall from her shoulders baring her naked breasts to the young man. Her green top fell behind her back. She straightened in her chair and pushed her tits out: “Do you like them.. my tits?”
I was sure that Murad’s cock throbbed in the tight confines of his jeans as mine, as he nodded. My sexy wife just stared at the young man as he devoured her naked torso with his eyes: “Would you like to feel them?”
Without waiting for his response, Meena took the young lad’s hand and raised it to her bare tits. Murad squeezed her smooth, firm tits.
Meena’s hand went behind him and she drew his head towards her.
Murad was obviously confused, but more than willing, he leaned forward and sucked on my wife’s hard, extended nipples. He began to alternate between the swollen nubs, while his hand squeezed and mashed her tits.
As Meena shut her eyes, I knew that his sucking lips sent tremors through her body. He licked and sucked hungrily each of her tits. She arched her back and held his head firmly to her chest. I could see, the passion in Murad’s mouth as he kissed her breasts.
Now I watched as Meena reached slowly over and moved her hand up and down on his thigh, going a bit farther up each time.
Murad panted on her tits, his breath billowing hotly over her tit flesh, his mouth slurping greedily. Sounds of kissing and slurping echoed throughout the place and I could hear it clearly through the half open door, as the young lad mashed his teeth against my lovely wife’s flesh.
Now it was so far. Meena finally reached his bulging crotch and cupped his cock bulge in her hand, squeezing and rubbing it.
I could swear that his prick was now hard as a rock and she could feel it in her hand.
At this moment I heard Meena moaning with anticipation.
She arched her back, rubbing her firm tits around against the boy's mouth and tongue.
Meena then unzipped his Jeans while he Kissed and sucked on her nipples. She pulled the zipper down, until finally his fly was wide open. She slowly undid his black belt and then unsnapped them as the front of his trousers fell open.
All the while, Murad was tasting my lovely wife’s perfect breasts. He was licking and sucking on them hungrily as Meena felt his crotch and his hard cock.
From my view point I could see his white underwear. His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his cock was obvious beneath the white cotton. Even I could watch, a damp patch where his cock head was leaking.
“Oooooh….” Meena moaned in delight as she saw it, then she licked her lips.
He continued to lap at her beautiful tits as she pulled his head away from her now wet chest.
“Now it is my turn, baby…” She softly spoke as she pushed him back into his chair. Meena’s face showed clearly her lust.
I could say, she was literally curious to see and touch his cock.
She bent down into his crotch, but stopped shortly in a few inches distance to
his body.
It seemed to me, now that the most important moment had arrived, Meena is delaying and savoring the expectation. I could see the desire in her face, her eyes were narrowed and her lips parted. The pink tip of her tongue slid over her lips. Now she moved her hands down to his tight crotch. She ran her fingers up his prick trunk and stroked it.
Then she drew away from him and hissed with trembling voice: “Kick off your shoes.”
She instructed.
Murad kicked his sport shoes off. Meena then drew his tight jeans down and pulled them from his feet. He sat back in the seat in only his socks, underwear and T-shirt.
The young man gave a moan of lust as he stared at my sexy wife’s mouth.
It seemed to me that now, he couldn't wait.
The fact that Meena seemed to be as excited as he was, and eager to do what she pleased, caused this young lad to tremble and moan.
Murad leaned backwards and stretched out in his chair, his legs spread, Meena was now kneeling over into his groin.
She was now rubbing his prick through his white underwear again.
Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down slowly until his throbbing prick was exposed.
Meena gasped and swallowed hard as she saw his cock for the first time.
Murad was very excited as my sexy wife looked up and smiled widely at him while his cock throbbed next to her beautiful face.
Meena pushed his underwear under his balls so that his whole vibrating cock was bared. She gazed at his prick with fascination.
Now I could see His cock clearly too. It was as long as mine, it means about six inches long, but not too thick. With a perfect mushroom head. And it was very hard as an iron bar and red and probably at this moment as hot as molten steel!
It was perfect, but not very huge. The tip of it was already slippery with precum.
“Oh my… it is so beautiful!” Meena smiled and admired the young man’s prick.
She slowly reached out and gripped the root of his prick with her right hand and stroked it up and down, moving just an inch or so at the base of his shaft.
Murad automatically jerked his ass up and drove his prick into her fist. His cockhead was glowing. More precum came out and trickled down his shaft. It was a very thick liquid.
Meena cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand.
“So beautiful and sexy.” She cooed.
I could see from her face expression that she is fascinated by his hard prick.
Meena was looking fixed at his cock while holding it at the root, as if fascinated.
“You have a very beautiful cock, Murad.” She purred, giving him a playful gaze.
Then she began to draw her fist up and down his prick first slowly, then tightened her grip and stroked him with a firmer stroke.
Now she was pumping him steadily, in a rhythm that would bring him off, but moving slowly, probably to last his eruption for a while.
“It's so beautiful and so hard!” Meena murmured as she glanced up into his black eyes with a grin and her breath blew on his cock.
Murad’s body quivered in anticipation: “Ohhh my God!”
Meena was alarmed, she looked at his face and whispered: “Please last as long as you can, Murad…”
She begged; “And try not to cum soon…”
“Okay, ma'am, I mean Meena, I'll try." He panted.
Meena grinned. She stared at the young cock in her hand again.
Murad’s both hands gripped the armrests of his chair as my sexy wife’s mouth came closer to the tip of his dick.
“Ohhh God…” He whimpered.
Now Meena lowered her head into Murad's lap.
He felt this and groaned.
She finally touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of his dick lightly.
Murad jumped in the chair and his body cramped. I saw how Meena's eyelids closed and she sighed, savoring the taste of his precum for a moment, and then moaned: “Mmmmmmmh...”
She leaned down into his lap and licked his cock head with long strokes with her
tongue. Her lips pursed, she kissed the tip of his dick lightly. Then her lips parted slowly and she took his cock into her mouth with her lips compressed around it.
Murad moaned softly. I could imagine that he had never felt anything as magnificent and exciting as the tight grip of my lovely wife’s beautiful lips on his young cock.
Meena began to suck eagerly. For sure she wanted more of his precum onto her tongue. My hot Meena was soon slobbering down Murad's cock and her saliva running onto his balls. Slowly she began to move her head up and down, absorbing the full length of his hard prick into her mouth.
Now Murad stared down as he watched her lips pull.
My sexy wife glanced up into his deep, black eyes and grinned.
She turned her head and licked his balls, and then she ran her tongue up his shaft from root to head with long slurps.
Meena glanced up and looked with dreamy eyes in his deep eyes.
At this moment I knew that, she wanted him! She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to be his first woman to have. As I watched her, I felt, at this moment she wanted it more than anything else.
“Murad... I... I want your...”
Meena sighed, but suddenly Murad interrupted her and it seemed to me that he is going to explode.
“I am going to... I can't hold it longer!” He moaned.
Meena put his cock back into her hot mouth and started to suck hungrily, while moving her head up and down.
After a short moment, she pulled her lips from his dick and looked up into his eyes and begged: "Fill my mouth with your hot cum, Murad!"
And then bent down into Murad's's lap. Meena slipped his cock into her mouth again and began greedily to suck it.
Then one time more, she pulled off his hard cock and spoke: “Cum! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!” She moaned.
Murad cried: “Ohhhhh... Ohhhhhh...”
As he continued to fuck my wife's face while it went steadily up and down on his dick.
Then it was so far, he cried out: “Ohhhhhhhh! Meenaaaaaaa!”
I knew that at this moment his balls erupted.
His right hand gripped the arm rest of the chair tightly and his left hand fell onto Meena's head to push it into his groin to get deeper in her mouth.
And I knew that Meena's mouth was at this moment filled with hot sticky cum.
I saw that she gasped and gulped his cum down, taking his cock back into her throat as he trembled a second then a third time.
Meena's head kept going up and down, sucking for more.
Cum overflowed her sucking lips and poured out as her head rose up his rod. Going down again, she sucked it back in.
I thought to myself, my Meena doesn't want to miss a drop and swallowed every bit of the cum from our young gardeners cock.
Then she moaned in delight: “Mmmmmmmmmh!”
At last Meena took his shaft in her hand and stroked it harder milking it for the last drops of cum it had. She sucked further, milking every last drop of his semen from his cock and swallowing it joyfully.
Finally Murad was finished as he leaned his head back against the chair's back.
Meena continued to suck on his hard cock that softened in her mouth. She sat up, smiling with creamy lips, looking happy and contented. Her hands still wrapped around his cock...
She carefully licked her lips and whimpered: “Ohhhhhh, it was delicious!”
Then she tightened her grip and pulled her fist up one more time.
As the last drop of his cum appeared in his piss hole, Meena sank back down to his cock and rubbed it on her cheek and across her lips.
When she released it, his cock swayed up and down and finally flopped onto his Stomach.
He looked down at Meena as she was smiling at him.
”Ohhhh, my God! That was… Wow!… You are perfect Ma’am… Meena!” Murad said as he caught his breath.
Then he stared at her naked breasts.
Meena’s nipples still stuck out clearly away from the tips of her beautiful tits.
She gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment then said: “Did you really enjoy it Murad?”
“Yes, it was incredible, I didn't know this is going to be so wonderful, but...”
Then, as if he was suddenly scared, looked at the house door and in a hurry took his pants and tried to put it on.
Meena watched him and his now half erect dick which rapidly disappeared in his pants.
She said softly: “Don't be afraid, Murad. He is sleeping. You can take a shower if you want...”
And pointed to the guest house.
Murad nodded, stood up and rapidly got in the guest house.
Meena took her bikini top and came in.
I was standing there next to the window, with my hard on still persisting in my pants.
She smiled at me and went into the bathroom to wash. The door to the bathroom was open and I could see her. She washed her face and mouth and came out.
I approached to her and said: “How was it...?”
She giggled and said: “He is cute, I like him...”
“I am happy to hear that..” I said and kissed her lips, lightly.
As I let her go, She studied my face shortly, then placed both her hands on my face.
She cupped my features and lowered her lips to mine. This time it was not just a kiss of my wife, but the kiss of a woman who find herself still very much in love! Her fingers slid into my hair and held me to her. Her tongue slid inside my mouth and mine slipped automatically inside hers.
We stroked slowly, while renewing our hunger that we shared. It seemed to me that our lips and tongues, while gliding upon each other, are dancing to a melody.
Finally, as we separated, she got into the walk in closet to change. As she came out, she had a short pants and a loose white blouse on. I was sitting on the couch.
She came to me and said: ‘" have to go to him, he is a bit scared and confused!"
“Should I go with?”
“No, better not, not today. Give him some time.”
She kissed me on the lips and then got out.
I looked out of the window. She hurried into the guest house. I got upstairs into my study and turned on my computer monitor and switched on to the guest room camera.
Meena was looking at herself in front of the mirror as Murad came out. He had wrapped himself in a bathrobe. Meena turned to him, then she went closer and kissed him shortly on his lips.
He embraced her and asked: “Is Doctor sleeping?”
“Yes. Do you like to stay a bit longer?”
“No, I think better not, You know it is too much for me for one day! I mean I like you... and I loved what you did...”
Meena interrupted him: “Sit down Murad a bit, I have to explain something, it doesn't take long...”
As they were going to sit down he continued: “Yes me too I have to tell you something I want to admit... I... I...I lo...”
Meena abruptedly interrupted him again: “Murad, just listen to me...”
She took his hands in hers and gazed at his face for a long moment. He was looking at her eyes and waiting.
I think this was what she considered as a problem, and I didn't think about it.
At this moment I understood her worry. This young man was going to fall in love with her, or he was already in love with her and this was not good at all.
I was all the time busy with my selfish sexual desires and inclinations and did not think about this possibility. But obviously she knew it since I told her about his interest on her and his behavior last Sunday.
Not later than he presented his gift, the gladiolas to her, I should have known...
Meena began to speak: “I like you Murad, you know this already. I do what I did because I like you…”
Then she giggled and shamefully admitted: "And I am going to do more if you want me to do! But..."
He was silent and just looking in her eyes with open wide eyes.
Meena looked down, perhaps to capture courage. Perhaps she wanted to think about how to formulate her message, not to hurt him emotionally.
Then she abruptly looked up into his eyes and said softly: “But I love Nadir! I belong to him, my heart belongs to him and I can't love somebody else as my man. I don't speak about my husband, but my man, the man of my life. You
have to understand this Murad…”
Then she looked down and continued: “Apart from this, I am too old for you, I am too old to be your girl!”
Murad said nothing.
There was a long pause, then he stood up and said: ”have to get dressed.”
And left for the bathroom.
Meena stayed sitting and waiting, she looked sad and she was worried, I could see this clearly in her face expression.
He came out shortly after, then took his backpack and came to Meena. She stood up and embraced him.
He took her in his arms and whispered: “Thank you Ma'am. Thank you for everything. I understand you. I like you too. I like you very much...”
Meena kissed his cheeks and asked: "Next Sunday?"
“For sure!”
She kissed his lips, looked at his face and while smiling, said softly and in a Young, girlish voice: “I'll take care of you as long as you like and as long as you need me. I'll do this because I like you...”
My Meena would meet up with her young lover again, I said to myself quietly.
While sitting there in my study, I had to admit that actually she was managing the situation masterfully.
It seemed to me at this moment, if I am going to lose my control over the happenings, or she is taking control on the situation. I thought about it and I asked myself: Is this so because she is smarter than me?!
It bothered me a bit that I had not the complete overview as like as she had? On the other hand, I told to myself, she is doing everything as you want and as you wish, what is your problem?! I knew, it was my ego who wanted to have complete dominion over everything.
In the meantime Meena accomponied him to the gate and they stood there some minutes. I could not hear them, then she paid him and he left. I stood up and left my room for downstairs.
She was barely inside, took my hand and pulled me to the stairs: “Come, come my master. I am so horny, I want you, I want you to take me like never before!”....
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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