22-10-2025, 09:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 22-10-2025, 09:27 PM by Demeter. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
This old feeling
As we got home, after changing to a shorts and shirt, Meena was busy in the kitchen, and I sat to the TV and my thoughts went on.
There came some forgotten things in my mind.
I thought about the situation, that sometime those days, I couldn't watch their lovemaking, anymore. Especially after I had cum.
At those moments, all my concerns came to the forefront of my mind, and I felt sick watching my Meena so enthusiastically fucking another man especially when I imagined, this man is her own uncle.
I couldn't get out of my mind the picture of Mansour fucking my wife. But what really stuck in my mind every time as I thought about their relationship, was how Meena responded to him.
Not just his big cock, but the way Mansour's muscular body and his type dominant lovemaking had so aroused her, I estimated.
Those days, Meena seemed practically mesmerized by his manhood.
The way she traced her fingers across his hard upper arm and back muscles and how she delighted in the way his muscles rippled and bulged as he fucked her.
I never realized a wife and especially my wife, Meena, could be so into sex.
And for me, despite my concerns and my jealousy, as I was thinking about this all, the images of Mansour fucking my wife had gotten me every time.
Often in the last weeks, I even began to masturbate, replaying in my mind what I had seen and heard a few weeks ago. I was jealous and angry, but instead of making me to pause, these thoughts and the Images, pushed me over the edge, and I came very soon.
After lunch, we sat longer in the dining room. Music was playing and I was sipping my coffee. Meena was speaking about her short visit to her family in the next weeks, she had planned it for some weeks, she was worried about his mother and siblings. His younger brother was newly married in the US. Her mother and younger sister who was single, lived together and Meena had not visited them for a long time.
She stood up to go into the kitchen, I thought this was perhaps the right moment, then I asked snappy: “Did you call your uncle?” And laughed.
My beautiful wife paused and I felt the stare from her as I said this.
“No, I didn’t… But If you wish, you can…”
“Before I express my wishes tell me honestly just if your uncle was completely brave…”
Meena looked at my face all the time. Then she came slowly closer and sat on my lap.
“Yes, as I told you, he was and still is.”
I asked again. “He really didn’t try to convince you; he didn’t make any move…”
“I would tell you…” Meena interrupted me.
I didn’t give up: “Would you? Promise?”
Meena looked at me offended: “You don’t believe me?”
“I am just surprised.” I said, reaching over and stroking her inner thigh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... This is not his type, he's leaving you alone and… all to me. I expected him to try more and more…” I smiled.
“That's not so bad, is it? I mean to leave me alone and all to you? You don’t prefer him to try again, do you?” She asked seductively.
I just kept stroking her thigh, and winked at her.
After a moment, Meena leaned over: “Tell me baby…”
She said, scooting up close to my ear: “Want me to call him?”
She whispered: “I will tell him I am now ready for him again and you do not mind… I can tell him, I am going to cut my hair short and shave me in a special part of my body just for him… Do you want me to call him?”
Meena nibbled my ear lobe and my already erected cock twitched.
“I will tell him that I am all ready to bend over for him... Is this okay? Are you really serious about what you have said already some days ago? You want this? You want me to be fucked by my uncle baby? Do you really?”
She sat back, staring at me. I looked at her and she winked at me and couldn't help but laugh a little.
I reached down between her thighs and she squeezed them together, clamping my hand down between them.
Once she relaxed I slid two fingers under the front of her shorts. I just kept lightly tugging on her waistband until she laughed.
Then I laughed too: “Would you really do this if I say yes?” I inquired with a big smile on my face and reaching around her.
Meena looked at me and let me pull her to me for a long lustful kiss.
As we separated, she dropped her face down and asked lightly: “Do you think he would like to fuck me again? Perhaps he has a new girlfriend...” Meena teased.
I responded: “I will bet he would run if you call him and tell him that you want it… I can swear…” I said, I felt my heartbeat all time, so excited was I. And I know he would never in his right mind turn down a sex session with you. If he realizes that you agree to let him be your lover again, I know he would do it in a heartbeat.”
This brought a laugh from Meena: “Thanks for that rousing vote of confidence. You're really into this idea, aren’t you?” She laughed further.
“You can call him now, Meena.” I insisted seriously.
Meena hesitated one moment, then said: “No… No, I am too excited now, I don’t know how to speak with him about… you know… I call him later… I mean in the evening…”
Then she abruptly stood up and whispered: “Some days ago you had asked me a question, my darling. And I said I answer to it just upstairs. Now I am going to respond to it, but not upstairs. I am leaving for guest house. I want to meet you in ten minutes there. You caught me. You awoke some unbelievable strong feelings and desires in my body, I feel me so sexy, excuse me for what I am going to say, but I had sometimes in the last time fantasized pretending I'm with him, because just thinking about the sex with him made me horny. I shouldn't tell you this, but it makes me so hot thinking about Mansi. Now that I know you have no objection, I must admit it, I need him, I need Mansi at this moment. I want him to take me to his bed, to conquer me, you know I can’t lie to you. Yes, I want him, I want him now to be here and to fuck me. God, I am so horny. I can’t wait, please take me, I can’t wait longer, I need him and you have to play Mansi, to be my uncle, just for today…”
Then she got in a hurry, first into the walk in closet and after two minutes reappeared and without looking at my direction left for the door.
I was still sitting there open mouthed, I was paralyzed, I felt I can't move yet, but very excited and yes, for sure, I had an immense erection in my trousers…
* * *
I had ten minutes time left… As always thoughts came and went, I was heated, I was in an extremely agitated condition.
This is going to be a Role play, I thought to myself. But not a normal one, at the same time came in my mind.
Our sex life was one I would describe as super in the last times. Often with a lot of fantasy thrown in along the way for good measure. We had one time tried to play this game, a role play with me as Mansour and it was weeks ago, the time when I pretended still not to know about their relationship. That was a bad experience for both of us, Meena interrupted it and that ended up in a not pleasant way...
And now we were going to repeat it? After that incident and crash in our emotions?
No, it can't be, it may not turn out well. This is a dangerous game, me as Mansour...
Ten minutes, these damned ten minutes…
I knew Mansour had taught her the true pleasure of sex.
Now, today after her confession about her lust for him and that she even dreams of him, I thought to myself, Meena is going to surrender to all his demands, soon she would present all that she possesses, all of her self, body and soul, to please her uncle, this time totally and without barrier.
I was who permit her and him this. But could I control the tsunami if I let it start and roll on? Wouldn’t I be the loser at the end of the story?
Mansour had brought her to secret corners of the ecstasy she had never previously known or thought could exist.
Her sobbing fulfillment while their body uniting, her crying and wailing, throbbing and pulsing, all this showed me, not only one time, but often, how dangerous it is for me and our partnership and love, and she knew it, but I closed my mental eyes and ears to see and hear what she means and wants to express, and now, I was going to let it happen…
She had multiple times repeatedly asked if I really let him? Even more: even if I want him to have her? And to respond this, I didn’t reply only that I tolerate it, but I would like it and I am going to enjoy it.
Meena was not somebody to fool. After her complete certainty and foolproof, after she found herself, her partnership and her marriage in a sure zone, she was suddenly agreed and confessed honestly all her willingness to give herself
to him…
Now she knows that this is my choice and not hers, then there will be no problem in the future, she can enjoy giving herself without limitation, reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need… I thought to myself...
Now it was about ten minutes passed, I stood up and after some seconds I was in the guest house. Meena was not to see.
I stood disheartened two feet in the living room of the guest house. Near to the door, trying to gather my nerve to move on.
At the moment as I thought she must be in the bedroom, I heard her sexy voice: “Come to me Mansi… come to your princess…”
I began to take my clothes off, there in the living room... pulling my polo shirt over my head, sliding out of my levis.. Then proceeded to slide my pants down, dropping them to my feet and step out of them.
I was now completely naked and ready. I looked down, I had a big erection, for my an enormous one.
If she wants me to be her uncle, then here I am.
Ready and hard. My knees were a little bit week of excitement, but I wanted to be the strong one. The one who dominates and who decides in which direction it goes… I had no other choice.
I heard one more time: “Uncle, I can no more wait, please, come to me…”
Her voice sounded like if she really needed it badly and couldn’t wait more!
Oh God, I thought to myself: Today Meena does not want to be made love to. She just wants to be fucked! And that by her uncle!
Apparently I had waited too long. I suppose she thought something is wrong, because I heard and then saw her at the door of the bedroom.
There stood my angel. Her uncle's princess for today, in all her beauty.
Not completely in nude, but just in her black bra and black panties and… The necklace!
Mansour’s Gift to her niece, from her teen years.
My heart was going too fast from watching her beauty and from my extremely heated body.
She looked at my erection one moment then smiled and whispered: “Finally…”
And turned around to show her magnificent back to me and get into the room.
At this point I made two steps and was by her back.
Meena stopped as my hands came up from behind and I embraced her soft back into mine, to cup her breasts, fondling and squeezing them delightfully.
My teeth nibble on the soft skin of her neck.
Meena leaned back into my strength.
She moaned in heat as my eager fingers started to touch her body.
This time I knew that just imagining her uncle is doing this, makes her feel so weak and helpless as I stroked each exposed surface of bare soft skin with my hands.
“Oh, yes, lick me...Ahhh...” She breathed as I licked greedily along her soft neck; she threw her head to one side baring her neck to my tongue and teeth.
I seemed so at this point, if I had put my teeth in her sweet flesh, her only response would have been to sigh her devoted approval.
Then my hands slipped underneath the loose brassiere to grasp the mounds of her full breasts, strongly and firmly.
I could feel that her nipples strain against the palms of my hands as I toyed and played with her tits. This left her breathless for a moment.
I noticed that Meena looks down at my hands on the softness and whiteness of her firm orbs, then came a sigh: “Ohhhh, Mansi,… That was a long time… Please….”
It was so supremely wicked to allow my wife, my Meena call me Mansour and pretend me to be his old, fat uncle who was going to have his way with her!
She yelped with surprise and discomfort as I pulled on her nipples and I felt as a shiver went through her and she sighed again: “Oh, uncle, please not so hard…”
Then my hands got down and pushed her thong over her round hips and it slithered down, to the floor. Now Meena turned in my arms and reached for my lips to kiss me, shivering again as my hand slid over and clasped her now naked bottom.
Her mouth hungrily sought mine and her tongue got into my mouth to caress my tongue and make me further hard.
I thought to myself, now she could feel the hardness of my cock pressing into her soft mound.
Then she looked down and watched my throbbing cock, gripped it in her hand and whispered: “I love it, Mansi… I missed it so…”
I grinned as I felt the sexual lust driving higher the excitement of Meena in front of me, for her his old uncle at this moment.
I squeezed and caressed alternately the delightful warm round cheeks of her bottom, causing to higher her lust. In my sexual experiences and memories over the past years, there was little to compare with this eager heat of my wife who was now in her imagination, rediscovering sex with Mansour.
I loved my Meena’s shyness always, since she looked for the first time in my eyes as a young girl, actually a child, but now, the sheer heat and almost cheeky desire of her for this man, her old, ugly uncle, was something that was truly just a unique lace out of the description. As her soft hand grasped and squeezed my hard cock, I pulled Meena to me, almost lifted her before throwing her back onto the bed.
My beautiful wife hit the bed, and she sprawled naked in front of me, her uncle.
She looked up at me and I knew she saw the hungry lust exposed so clearly on my face as I swallowed up her luscious curves with my eyes.
I couldn’t and didn’t want to waste the time. I climbed onto the bed, my hard cock came into contact with her body.
I groaned: “Are you ready my princess? Are you ready for your Mansi?”
Then I rose above Meena, and her lovely thighs flopped apart in horny abandon and sheer desire.
Then she murmured: “Love me uncle, make me yours…”
As I dropped down on top of her, Meena's legs opened wide and she got her back up to find my cock.
In one smooth, easy motion my cock found Meena’s pussy and slipped through her tight and wet cuntal opening.
I thrust and she gasped in delight as my hot and hard prick sank deeply into her womanhood.
Her hands grasped me tightly, and she sighed with satisfaction as her cunt was filled full of the cock of the man she always, since her childhood loved, but at this moment it was just the hard and long prick of her ugly uncle who was fucking her and making her sigh and whimper…
As I guided and pushed my throbbing cock with a targeted thrust into her aching pussy, I felt how wet she was.
There was no resistance and I sank to the hilt in one long deep thrust.
Meena was now whimpering and trembling.
I was still above her as if I'm trying to extend this moment to eternity. It was so exciting for me, to fuck her while pretending I am her uncle.
She looked at my face and sighed: “Tell me uncle, tell me what you want to do with me…?!”
“I am going to fuck you my princess, your uncle is going to fuck you silly…” I groaned.
“Meena closed her eyes and whispered: “Fuck me Mansi, fuck your princess, I missed this so long… Do it to me…”
Then we began moving together.
Taking it slowly and quietly at first, I leaned forward and lock my fingers into hers on the sides of her body, then kissed her lips quickly and finally buried my face in her dark, good smelling hair,whispering like crazy: “I am going to possess you my princess, you’ll be mine, just mine, my whore forever… do you understand?”
Then I started slamming into Meena hard and as deep as I could go inside her.
I wasn’t sure if it doesn’t hurt, normally it should do as hell…
But she repeated: “Fuck me uncle, fuck me forever… I am your whore… My pussy belongs to you…”
I was behaving like crazy and Meena was tolerating my pure brutality as she repeated and repeated: “Yes… Yes, do me, make me yours, uncle…”
I was a bit ashamed even at the moment as it was happening, but yet it felt very much like heaven… That was insanely hot, the friction of my frenzy and fury against Meena’s submissive devotion and humility…
I felt at this moment she is digging her nails into the flesh of my shoulders while moaning loudly, her eyes wild with pain and pleasure. I arched my back and pulled out back my prick, almost completely, but at the same time I felt how
her wet cunt hugging my cock head tightly.
“No… No uncle, stay with me, fuck me hard… I need your cock…” She moaned.
I sank back into her pussy with the same force as before and then quickening my pace.
We both were breathing deeply. I was sure Meena’s fingernails had made permanent drawings on my lower back, if not actual blood.
This was urging me to fuck her harder and harder.
“Please Uncle… fuck me deeper…” She was almost weeping now while her hips pushed upward to meet mine, to fuck me back with the same forceful violence as my own mind blowing collision above her was occurring.
“Oh my god… You… Mansi… I can't fucking help it… I'm going to cum…” She screamed suddenly and closed her eyes.
Then opened them at once to look deep into mine, and began to tremble.
She was cumming, and she was cumming hard.
The intensity of her orgasm made her womanhood tighten around my cock almost uncomfortably. Her cuntal muscles were contracting hard all around my pole over and over and milking its length.
I groaned: “Oh… Ahhh… Meena…”
At that very second I felt the rush of semen to my prick.
I was sure Meena could feel how it began to throb wildly, deep in her cunt. And I was also sure that I am ravishing my beautiful wife completely as her uncle.
This was what she wanted and wished at this moment.
Her eyes widened and she screamed: “Yes… Yes, uncle, fuck me deep… cum deep inside me… I need it…”
Hearing this from her, my head dropped to her shoulder and I began to cum with her still trembling body from her extended orgasm.
I came so hard and hot against the heat of her cunt.
Only then I noticed Meena is gently biting and nibbling on my shoulder, while her nails digging into my back.
Then I started lapping softly at her neck like a tired but satisfied animal.
It was so much cum that it only took seconds before its overflowing onto her thighs and drenching the sheets between them.
The glistening inner petals of her cunt and the puffy lips of her pussy finally let my still throbbing dick free. The blissful and delicious taste and the heavenly scent of her skin on my tongue and in my nose, combined with the slippery feel of her tender outer female organ, made me high and to wish these seconds to be an eternity…
Now she was sucking, nibbling and blowing and lashing with her tongue on my shoulder too. She maneuvered her lower body a little, moaning one more time.
And my still somehow half erected prick, slipped once again into her womanhood.
“I neeeeed you inside me, uncle… Forever…” Meena whimpered writhing.
It was like if she has a sharp and lasting ache deep in her belly, and now my dick, the skillful male organ of her uncle Mansi at this moment, heal it and gives her a consolation and comfort.
She closed her beautiful eyes and I tried to stay hard and go as deep as possible into the inside of her being.
As if she can read my mind, she opened her thighs more and more, giving me way.
And, at once, not more than some seconds after I started to move myself in her pussy, she began to dig her nails again on my back and I noticed, her climax started newly to spark and inflame. Suddenly She came to a peak, hard and wet and without restraint…
And I felt her squirting this time, I felt the eruption of the dampness between us and all over my lower belly and upper thighs as she clamped on my body and her whole body contracted and then trembled in wave after wave…
“I love you… I love you forever…” She screamed weeping again and again.
I kept silent some short seconds then murmured into her ear: “I love you too, my princess… I love you too…”
As I lifted my head and looked in her eyes, she looked back deep in mine, so beautiful and innocent like an angel, and while smiling whispered…
“I know my uncle… I knew it always Mansi…”
I was lying there and trying to gather my nerves, to control my highly annoyed side and my extremely hurt feelings.
At the same time, I was also almost overwhelmed with sadness.
She, my girl, my Meena had confessed her love for another man, her uncle. Just and of all today, three hours ago as I watched her in her outfit before leaving for store, I was so happy and lucky to have her, and I thought she was more beautiful today than she has ever been in all the time that I have known and loved her.
She fascinated me as a young teen girl and still got it to do so, even better and more than before. Her beautiful hair her gorgeous face with the figure to die for it the wonderfully shaped ass that she teases me with all the time all were an oasis of happiness for me over the years.
Especially much more in the last time as I felt other guys, even very young ones are interested in her.
And now I was lying there, broken and lost.
My wife, my Meena had admitted that she loves that ugly, fat and older man, who misused her and almost bangd her many times.
I was beyond control, and I felt like weeping and crying…
I slid slowly to the floor and sat with my back leaned to the bed.
We stayed shortly as we were. She lying there on the bed with closed eyes, and me sitting by, on the floor with my head on my chest and my tears starting to flow.
Yes, I admitted to myself, I wanted this role play sex game between us to happen, but according to my feelings, it had turned out not like I had wished.
Okay, my feeling told me she got to have a bit of fun and this I owe her. But there were limits and she had overcome the line and was beyond it.
Actually, she told Mansour directly in my presence, that she loves him…
I was a practical sort of guy. I prided myself on my analytical and planning abilities.
If there was a problem, at home or at my job, even while a serious condition with a patient on Operation table, then I was the man to go to for the answer, and you could swear that it would be the most logical and well thought out answer to the problem.
Now, after our hot sex session, I found myself sitting on the floor at the foot of that bed, In our guesthouse, almost crying and watching how my lucky life of over fifteen years get lost and my marriage after ten years dwindles away, and I had no answer...
I felt at this same time deeply my love for her and then the sadness again crept into my heart. I turned my head and deliberately let with tearful eyes, my gaze rove over her angelic face and her well-formed body.
'Is this the last time I will get to enjoy looking at her beauty? I still love her with all my heart, body and soul! Did I do it wrong from the beginning? Why couldn't I see this coming in time to do something about it? Am I right? Do I really know her?..' I thought to myself.
These questions appeared in and rolled away from my mind and then back again as if they were ripples across the water in a pond....
I knew that the first evening as we came home and we received that damn phone call from her lost uncle, perhaps was going to play the most important crossroad and point of change of our relation, our partnership and our life.
Just how we had reached this point in our life?
Taking the right step and decide to turn the things how it was happening, my intervention on that night when all this began, would be a safe decision and the rescue for our sweet and lucky life.
Yes, I owed this to both of us and our life, she was a confused and frightened girl in those days and I let her alone, and to go lost due to my egoistic and perverse inclination.
I was who missed the opportunity and the person now is losing definitively everything…
There is no need for a new conversation between me and my wife.
I had spent countless hours trying to discover the truth and now it was there, everything is clear. I had discovered so many things in the last few minutes, her behavior showed so many of the signs that were clear indications of how she feels and what she wishes.
Again, I sadly listed them carefully in my mind to ensure that maybe I had missed something or even misunderstood what I had concluded.
Up this moment, I was not sure exactly when her love for him started. Today she had confessed that she loved him much earlier.
I knew, she had loved him as her uncle but to be in love with him as a man and have sexual feeling about him? But she had not earlier shown any sign which indicates this.
She had never been distant and distracted with me, to be suspicious that she loves another one. She was always attentive to my every word and need.
With a mental sigh, I thought, she seemed always to crave making love to me at every opportunity she felt I would like. She was even in the last few weeks, the ideal wife and best companion that every man could imagine.
It is maddening, I thought to myself.
I was sure before all this had begun she was not in love with him.
What happened now?
Almost over the past few minutes she has seemed to be changed!
Could it be real?
I couldn't figure out how someone can change so rapidly in her mind and feelings and again I had no clue as to what she is up to now?
But in each case, it is obvious to me that I cannot continue this relation, not now that I knew everything, even if I loved her for all these years and still love her…
My wonderful, caring and loving Meena is gone and I can never find her again…
“Baby…?”
I heard and stood up in a hurry, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and hugged her. I didn’t want her to see my tears.
“I love you baby… That was so wonderful…” She whispered.
I was astonished.
How can it be? How she dares? Now, after she confessed her infidelity, at least in her word and her emotions? I had given her permission to touch, my hidden desires once more and I was the one who finally lost. This is the end, I thought to myself.
But when she took my face in her hand and then put her arms around my shoulders to embrace me, I let her to do that and then first hide my face in her hair then slowly started to weep.
Meena took me by my shoulders and pushed me a little back to look at my face.
“What is the matter Nadir? Why are you crying, baby? Please, no… Why?” And then she embraced me again, but harder and kissed my eyes, my cheeks and then my lips.
“Don’t… Please don’t baby… Why? Why?... Honey, please, you are my baby.
You know that I love and adore you. I have always loved you and I always will. Honey, I just want to tell you how much I love you. Why are you... crying?”
I was confused, I didn’t quite know what I feel about and how I should react to what happened just some seconds before and about her behavior and what she already confessed and her speech now.
Meena looked at my face with a curious look on her face, I looked back deep in her eyes and tried to speak strongly, clearly and without emotions: “Do you remember what you said while you were cumming? Your last words?”
Meena pondered one moment and then: “Yes baby, I said I love you I really do.”
“But you told it to Mansour… to your uncle…“
The shock of my words left her with her mouth hanging open and gasping for air.
Immediately after that, she began to laugh loudly: “And you think…. Hahaha… And because of that, are you crying? Ohhhhhhh, you are really my baby… My sweet baby…”
And then she continued: “I got scared, I thought something terrible is bothering you so much. I was afraid there something is wrong with you or you want to tell me something bad about our relationship and life…”
I was still confused, but I was somewhat comforted. Perhaps I take this all too dramatically, I thought to myself.
As Meena slowly stopped to laugh, her facial expression changed to much serious.
The tone of her voice had a sign of irritation: “Why would you even think something like that? How could you even possibly think anything like that, much less say it? I am really hurt!”
Looking me in my face carefully, she murmured in a somehow sad voice: “I wonder of you really love me as much as I love you?”
I saw the tears in her eyes as she looked directly in my eyes and continued firmly: “This is your game Nadir, we play your game just as you like…”
This look on Meena’s face would have been unhappy or even disappointed and frustrated in most any other circumstances.
Then she took my hands in hers, kissed them and told me: “Come here… let me feel your body next to mine…”
Meena lay back again. And I lay next to her with my head on her chest, she started to caress my hair, while I started to stroke her breast.
Then she whispered: “Did you notice my baby? Do you understand how dangerous this game can be? For my part: I am not going to do anything to endanger my love and our relationship, you can harm my body if I do something you don’t want me to do or I do not something you want me to do. You can hate me or you can beat me, you can do what you want, I am not going to blame you, but before you do anything: I am not going to endanger my love and my partnership with you. Nothing can be more painful than to lose myself once again…”
Her voice ton was now firm and serious again: “I love you Nadir… I just had always to keep trying for my love. I just love you so much and I want you to love me the same way! How could you think that I can love somebody else? I am so disappointed…”
At this moment she took my left hand from her breast to her mouth and kissed it many times softly and then put my hand on her soft tit again.
“And your uncle…?”
“I love him as my uncle not as my man, I had never such feelings for him…”
“And he? What is about his feelings?”
“He loves his princess…” Meena whispered innocently.
“You mean he loves you as the woman of his life and his princess…”
“No, he loves his princess as his woman, but I am just Meena, your Meena, Meena belongs to you and you love Meena don’t you?”
“Okay, do you answer my question now Meena, just to play our game…”
Meena murmured slowly but firmly: “I will do what you want Nadir, but not this one… I don’t permit anything or anyone to bring my Love my marriage and my luck in danger, this is normal and healthy for a creature, to protect himself and his life, isn’t it? My love is mine and even you are not allowed to harm it, I do not allow you… I am not going to repeat that bitter time, in which I was broken and I am not going let someone, not even you to risk this…”
“It seems you are not sure about your feelings?” I said provocatively.
Meena responded calmly: “I am sure about my feelings, but not about yours and not about his… I don’t like to discuss this subject. This is and will be my only and last demand about this theme. Never ever with Mansi. Otherwise you have my word, I’ll do everything for you as I said, I am going to do what you wish, as always. I have done this always or not?”
“Yes, you are right…” I murmured, while looking from the window.
It was snowing outside, a beautiful view there, out of window, and just before my eyes, a naked beauty, the most wonderful woman in the world, my mind was calm and my heart warm….
Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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-- tbc --
As we got home, after changing to a shorts and shirt, Meena was busy in the kitchen, and I sat to the TV and my thoughts went on.
There came some forgotten things in my mind.
I thought about the situation, that sometime those days, I couldn't watch their lovemaking, anymore. Especially after I had cum.
At those moments, all my concerns came to the forefront of my mind, and I felt sick watching my Meena so enthusiastically fucking another man especially when I imagined, this man is her own uncle.
I couldn't get out of my mind the picture of Mansour fucking my wife. But what really stuck in my mind every time as I thought about their relationship, was how Meena responded to him.
Not just his big cock, but the way Mansour's muscular body and his type dominant lovemaking had so aroused her, I estimated.
Those days, Meena seemed practically mesmerized by his manhood.
The way she traced her fingers across his hard upper arm and back muscles and how she delighted in the way his muscles rippled and bulged as he fucked her.
I never realized a wife and especially my wife, Meena, could be so into sex.
And for me, despite my concerns and my jealousy, as I was thinking about this all, the images of Mansour fucking my wife had gotten me every time.
Often in the last weeks, I even began to masturbate, replaying in my mind what I had seen and heard a few weeks ago. I was jealous and angry, but instead of making me to pause, these thoughts and the Images, pushed me over the edge, and I came very soon.
After lunch, we sat longer in the dining room. Music was playing and I was sipping my coffee. Meena was speaking about her short visit to her family in the next weeks, she had planned it for some weeks, she was worried about his mother and siblings. His younger brother was newly married in the US. Her mother and younger sister who was single, lived together and Meena had not visited them for a long time.
She stood up to go into the kitchen, I thought this was perhaps the right moment, then I asked snappy: “Did you call your uncle?” And laughed.
My beautiful wife paused and I felt the stare from her as I said this.
“No, I didn’t… But If you wish, you can…”
“Before I express my wishes tell me honestly just if your uncle was completely brave…”
Meena looked at my face all the time. Then she came slowly closer and sat on my lap.
“Yes, as I told you, he was and still is.”
I asked again. “He really didn’t try to convince you; he didn’t make any move…”
“I would tell you…” Meena interrupted me.
I didn’t give up: “Would you? Promise?”
Meena looked at me offended: “You don’t believe me?”
“I am just surprised.” I said, reaching over and stroking her inner thigh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... This is not his type, he's leaving you alone and… all to me. I expected him to try more and more…” I smiled.
“That's not so bad, is it? I mean to leave me alone and all to you? You don’t prefer him to try again, do you?” She asked seductively.
I just kept stroking her thigh, and winked at her.
After a moment, Meena leaned over: “Tell me baby…”
She said, scooting up close to my ear: “Want me to call him?”
She whispered: “I will tell him I am now ready for him again and you do not mind… I can tell him, I am going to cut my hair short and shave me in a special part of my body just for him… Do you want me to call him?”
Meena nibbled my ear lobe and my already erected cock twitched.
“I will tell him that I am all ready to bend over for him... Is this okay? Are you really serious about what you have said already some days ago? You want this? You want me to be fucked by my uncle baby? Do you really?”
She sat back, staring at me. I looked at her and she winked at me and couldn't help but laugh a little.
I reached down between her thighs and she squeezed them together, clamping my hand down between them.
Once she relaxed I slid two fingers under the front of her shorts. I just kept lightly tugging on her waistband until she laughed.
Then I laughed too: “Would you really do this if I say yes?” I inquired with a big smile on my face and reaching around her.
Meena looked at me and let me pull her to me for a long lustful kiss.
As we separated, she dropped her face down and asked lightly: “Do you think he would like to fuck me again? Perhaps he has a new girlfriend...” Meena teased.
I responded: “I will bet he would run if you call him and tell him that you want it… I can swear…” I said, I felt my heartbeat all time, so excited was I. And I know he would never in his right mind turn down a sex session with you. If he realizes that you agree to let him be your lover again, I know he would do it in a heartbeat.”
This brought a laugh from Meena: “Thanks for that rousing vote of confidence. You're really into this idea, aren’t you?” She laughed further.
“You can call him now, Meena.” I insisted seriously.
Meena hesitated one moment, then said: “No… No, I am too excited now, I don’t know how to speak with him about… you know… I call him later… I mean in the evening…”
Then she abruptly stood up and whispered: “Some days ago you had asked me a question, my darling. And I said I answer to it just upstairs. Now I am going to respond to it, but not upstairs. I am leaving for guest house. I want to meet you in ten minutes there. You caught me. You awoke some unbelievable strong feelings and desires in my body, I feel me so sexy, excuse me for what I am going to say, but I had sometimes in the last time fantasized pretending I'm with him, because just thinking about the sex with him made me horny. I shouldn't tell you this, but it makes me so hot thinking about Mansi. Now that I know you have no objection, I must admit it, I need him, I need Mansi at this moment. I want him to take me to his bed, to conquer me, you know I can’t lie to you. Yes, I want him, I want him now to be here and to fuck me. God, I am so horny. I can’t wait, please take me, I can’t wait longer, I need him and you have to play Mansi, to be my uncle, just for today…”
Then she got in a hurry, first into the walk in closet and after two minutes reappeared and without looking at my direction left for the door.
I was still sitting there open mouthed, I was paralyzed, I felt I can't move yet, but very excited and yes, for sure, I had an immense erection in my trousers…
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I had ten minutes time left… As always thoughts came and went, I was heated, I was in an extremely agitated condition.
This is going to be a Role play, I thought to myself. But not a normal one, at the same time came in my mind.
Our sex life was one I would describe as super in the last times. Often with a lot of fantasy thrown in along the way for good measure. We had one time tried to play this game, a role play with me as Mansour and it was weeks ago, the time when I pretended still not to know about their relationship. That was a bad experience for both of us, Meena interrupted it and that ended up in a not pleasant way...
And now we were going to repeat it? After that incident and crash in our emotions?
No, it can't be, it may not turn out well. This is a dangerous game, me as Mansour...
Ten minutes, these damned ten minutes…
I knew Mansour had taught her the true pleasure of sex.
Now, today after her confession about her lust for him and that she even dreams of him, I thought to myself, Meena is going to surrender to all his demands, soon she would present all that she possesses, all of her self, body and soul, to please her uncle, this time totally and without barrier.
I was who permit her and him this. But could I control the tsunami if I let it start and roll on? Wouldn’t I be the loser at the end of the story?
Mansour had brought her to secret corners of the ecstasy she had never previously known or thought could exist.
Her sobbing fulfillment while their body uniting, her crying and wailing, throbbing and pulsing, all this showed me, not only one time, but often, how dangerous it is for me and our partnership and love, and she knew it, but I closed my mental eyes and ears to see and hear what she means and wants to express, and now, I was going to let it happen…
She had multiple times repeatedly asked if I really let him? Even more: even if I want him to have her? And to respond this, I didn’t reply only that I tolerate it, but I would like it and I am going to enjoy it.
Meena was not somebody to fool. After her complete certainty and foolproof, after she found herself, her partnership and her marriage in a sure zone, she was suddenly agreed and confessed honestly all her willingness to give herself
to him…
Now she knows that this is my choice and not hers, then there will be no problem in the future, she can enjoy giving herself without limitation, reservation or embarrassment, submissively and in total trust to his every need… I thought to myself...
Now it was about ten minutes passed, I stood up and after some seconds I was in the guest house. Meena was not to see.
I stood disheartened two feet in the living room of the guest house. Near to the door, trying to gather my nerve to move on.
At the moment as I thought she must be in the bedroom, I heard her sexy voice: “Come to me Mansi… come to your princess…”
I began to take my clothes off, there in the living room... pulling my polo shirt over my head, sliding out of my levis.. Then proceeded to slide my pants down, dropping them to my feet and step out of them.
I was now completely naked and ready. I looked down, I had a big erection, for my an enormous one.
If she wants me to be her uncle, then here I am.
Ready and hard. My knees were a little bit week of excitement, but I wanted to be the strong one. The one who dominates and who decides in which direction it goes… I had no other choice.
I heard one more time: “Uncle, I can no more wait, please, come to me…”
Her voice sounded like if she really needed it badly and couldn’t wait more!
Oh God, I thought to myself: Today Meena does not want to be made love to. She just wants to be fucked! And that by her uncle!
Apparently I had waited too long. I suppose she thought something is wrong, because I heard and then saw her at the door of the bedroom.
There stood my angel. Her uncle's princess for today, in all her beauty.
Not completely in nude, but just in her black bra and black panties and… The necklace!
Mansour’s Gift to her niece, from her teen years.
My heart was going too fast from watching her beauty and from my extremely heated body.
She looked at my erection one moment then smiled and whispered: “Finally…”
And turned around to show her magnificent back to me and get into the room.
At this point I made two steps and was by her back.
Meena stopped as my hands came up from behind and I embraced her soft back into mine, to cup her breasts, fondling and squeezing them delightfully.
My teeth nibble on the soft skin of her neck.
Meena leaned back into my strength.
She moaned in heat as my eager fingers started to touch her body.
This time I knew that just imagining her uncle is doing this, makes her feel so weak and helpless as I stroked each exposed surface of bare soft skin with my hands.
“Oh, yes, lick me...Ahhh...” She breathed as I licked greedily along her soft neck; she threw her head to one side baring her neck to my tongue and teeth.
I seemed so at this point, if I had put my teeth in her sweet flesh, her only response would have been to sigh her devoted approval.
Then my hands slipped underneath the loose brassiere to grasp the mounds of her full breasts, strongly and firmly.
I could feel that her nipples strain against the palms of my hands as I toyed and played with her tits. This left her breathless for a moment.
I noticed that Meena looks down at my hands on the softness and whiteness of her firm orbs, then came a sigh: “Ohhhh, Mansi,… That was a long time… Please….”
It was so supremely wicked to allow my wife, my Meena call me Mansour and pretend me to be his old, fat uncle who was going to have his way with her!
She yelped with surprise and discomfort as I pulled on her nipples and I felt as a shiver went through her and she sighed again: “Oh, uncle, please not so hard…”
Then my hands got down and pushed her thong over her round hips and it slithered down, to the floor. Now Meena turned in my arms and reached for my lips to kiss me, shivering again as my hand slid over and clasped her now naked bottom.
Her mouth hungrily sought mine and her tongue got into my mouth to caress my tongue and make me further hard.
I thought to myself, now she could feel the hardness of my cock pressing into her soft mound.
Then she looked down and watched my throbbing cock, gripped it in her hand and whispered: “I love it, Mansi… I missed it so…”
I grinned as I felt the sexual lust driving higher the excitement of Meena in front of me, for her his old uncle at this moment.
I squeezed and caressed alternately the delightful warm round cheeks of her bottom, causing to higher her lust. In my sexual experiences and memories over the past years, there was little to compare with this eager heat of my wife who was now in her imagination, rediscovering sex with Mansour.
I loved my Meena’s shyness always, since she looked for the first time in my eyes as a young girl, actually a child, but now, the sheer heat and almost cheeky desire of her for this man, her old, ugly uncle, was something that was truly just a unique lace out of the description. As her soft hand grasped and squeezed my hard cock, I pulled Meena to me, almost lifted her before throwing her back onto the bed.
My beautiful wife hit the bed, and she sprawled naked in front of me, her uncle.
She looked up at me and I knew she saw the hungry lust exposed so clearly on my face as I swallowed up her luscious curves with my eyes.
I couldn’t and didn’t want to waste the time. I climbed onto the bed, my hard cock came into contact with her body.
I groaned: “Are you ready my princess? Are you ready for your Mansi?”
Then I rose above Meena, and her lovely thighs flopped apart in horny abandon and sheer desire.
Then she murmured: “Love me uncle, make me yours…”
As I dropped down on top of her, Meena's legs opened wide and she got her back up to find my cock.
In one smooth, easy motion my cock found Meena’s pussy and slipped through her tight and wet cuntal opening.
I thrust and she gasped in delight as my hot and hard prick sank deeply into her womanhood.
Her hands grasped me tightly, and she sighed with satisfaction as her cunt was filled full of the cock of the man she always, since her childhood loved, but at this moment it was just the hard and long prick of her ugly uncle who was fucking her and making her sigh and whimper…
As I guided and pushed my throbbing cock with a targeted thrust into her aching pussy, I felt how wet she was.
There was no resistance and I sank to the hilt in one long deep thrust.
Meena was now whimpering and trembling.
I was still above her as if I'm trying to extend this moment to eternity. It was so exciting for me, to fuck her while pretending I am her uncle.
She looked at my face and sighed: “Tell me uncle, tell me what you want to do with me…?!”
“I am going to fuck you my princess, your uncle is going to fuck you silly…” I groaned.
“Meena closed her eyes and whispered: “Fuck me Mansi, fuck your princess, I missed this so long… Do it to me…”
Then we began moving together.
Taking it slowly and quietly at first, I leaned forward and lock my fingers into hers on the sides of her body, then kissed her lips quickly and finally buried my face in her dark, good smelling hair,whispering like crazy: “I am going to possess you my princess, you’ll be mine, just mine, my whore forever… do you understand?”
Then I started slamming into Meena hard and as deep as I could go inside her.
I wasn’t sure if it doesn’t hurt, normally it should do as hell…
But she repeated: “Fuck me uncle, fuck me forever… I am your whore… My pussy belongs to you…”
I was behaving like crazy and Meena was tolerating my pure brutality as she repeated and repeated: “Yes… Yes, do me, make me yours, uncle…”
I was a bit ashamed even at the moment as it was happening, but yet it felt very much like heaven… That was insanely hot, the friction of my frenzy and fury against Meena’s submissive devotion and humility…
I felt at this moment she is digging her nails into the flesh of my shoulders while moaning loudly, her eyes wild with pain and pleasure. I arched my back and pulled out back my prick, almost completely, but at the same time I felt how
her wet cunt hugging my cock head tightly.
“No… No uncle, stay with me, fuck me hard… I need your cock…” She moaned.
I sank back into her pussy with the same force as before and then quickening my pace.
We both were breathing deeply. I was sure Meena’s fingernails had made permanent drawings on my lower back, if not actual blood.
This was urging me to fuck her harder and harder.
“Please Uncle… fuck me deeper…” She was almost weeping now while her hips pushed upward to meet mine, to fuck me back with the same forceful violence as my own mind blowing collision above her was occurring.
“Oh my god… You… Mansi… I can't fucking help it… I'm going to cum…” She screamed suddenly and closed her eyes.
Then opened them at once to look deep into mine, and began to tremble.
She was cumming, and she was cumming hard.
The intensity of her orgasm made her womanhood tighten around my cock almost uncomfortably. Her cuntal muscles were contracting hard all around my pole over and over and milking its length.
I groaned: “Oh… Ahhh… Meena…”
At that very second I felt the rush of semen to my prick.
I was sure Meena could feel how it began to throb wildly, deep in her cunt. And I was also sure that I am ravishing my beautiful wife completely as her uncle.
This was what she wanted and wished at this moment.
Her eyes widened and she screamed: “Yes… Yes, uncle, fuck me deep… cum deep inside me… I need it…”
Hearing this from her, my head dropped to her shoulder and I began to cum with her still trembling body from her extended orgasm.
I came so hard and hot against the heat of her cunt.
Only then I noticed Meena is gently biting and nibbling on my shoulder, while her nails digging into my back.
Then I started lapping softly at her neck like a tired but satisfied animal.
It was so much cum that it only took seconds before its overflowing onto her thighs and drenching the sheets between them.
The glistening inner petals of her cunt and the puffy lips of her pussy finally let my still throbbing dick free. The blissful and delicious taste and the heavenly scent of her skin on my tongue and in my nose, combined with the slippery feel of her tender outer female organ, made me high and to wish these seconds to be an eternity…
Now she was sucking, nibbling and blowing and lashing with her tongue on my shoulder too. She maneuvered her lower body a little, moaning one more time.
And my still somehow half erected prick, slipped once again into her womanhood.
“I neeeeed you inside me, uncle… Forever…” Meena whimpered writhing.
It was like if she has a sharp and lasting ache deep in her belly, and now my dick, the skillful male organ of her uncle Mansi at this moment, heal it and gives her a consolation and comfort.
She closed her beautiful eyes and I tried to stay hard and go as deep as possible into the inside of her being.
As if she can read my mind, she opened her thighs more and more, giving me way.
And, at once, not more than some seconds after I started to move myself in her pussy, she began to dig her nails again on my back and I noticed, her climax started newly to spark and inflame. Suddenly She came to a peak, hard and wet and without restraint…
And I felt her squirting this time, I felt the eruption of the dampness between us and all over my lower belly and upper thighs as she clamped on my body and her whole body contracted and then trembled in wave after wave…
“I love you… I love you forever…” She screamed weeping again and again.
I kept silent some short seconds then murmured into her ear: “I love you too, my princess… I love you too…”
As I lifted my head and looked in her eyes, she looked back deep in mine, so beautiful and innocent like an angel, and while smiling whispered…
“I know my uncle… I knew it always Mansi…”
I was lying there and trying to gather my nerves, to control my highly annoyed side and my extremely hurt feelings.
At the same time, I was also almost overwhelmed with sadness.
She, my girl, my Meena had confessed her love for another man, her uncle. Just and of all today, three hours ago as I watched her in her outfit before leaving for store, I was so happy and lucky to have her, and I thought she was more beautiful today than she has ever been in all the time that I have known and loved her.
She fascinated me as a young teen girl and still got it to do so, even better and more than before. Her beautiful hair her gorgeous face with the figure to die for it the wonderfully shaped ass that she teases me with all the time all were an oasis of happiness for me over the years.
Especially much more in the last time as I felt other guys, even very young ones are interested in her.
And now I was lying there, broken and lost.
My wife, my Meena had admitted that she loves that ugly, fat and older man, who misused her and almost bangd her many times.
I was beyond control, and I felt like weeping and crying…
I slid slowly to the floor and sat with my back leaned to the bed.
We stayed shortly as we were. She lying there on the bed with closed eyes, and me sitting by, on the floor with my head on my chest and my tears starting to flow.
Yes, I admitted to myself, I wanted this role play sex game between us to happen, but according to my feelings, it had turned out not like I had wished.
Okay, my feeling told me she got to have a bit of fun and this I owe her. But there were limits and she had overcome the line and was beyond it.
Actually, she told Mansour directly in my presence, that she loves him…
I was a practical sort of guy. I prided myself on my analytical and planning abilities.
If there was a problem, at home or at my job, even while a serious condition with a patient on Operation table, then I was the man to go to for the answer, and you could swear that it would be the most logical and well thought out answer to the problem.
Now, after our hot sex session, I found myself sitting on the floor at the foot of that bed, In our guesthouse, almost crying and watching how my lucky life of over fifteen years get lost and my marriage after ten years dwindles away, and I had no answer...
I felt at this same time deeply my love for her and then the sadness again crept into my heart. I turned my head and deliberately let with tearful eyes, my gaze rove over her angelic face and her well-formed body.
'Is this the last time I will get to enjoy looking at her beauty? I still love her with all my heart, body and soul! Did I do it wrong from the beginning? Why couldn't I see this coming in time to do something about it? Am I right? Do I really know her?..' I thought to myself.
These questions appeared in and rolled away from my mind and then back again as if they were ripples across the water in a pond....
I knew that the first evening as we came home and we received that damn phone call from her lost uncle, perhaps was going to play the most important crossroad and point of change of our relation, our partnership and our life.
Just how we had reached this point in our life?
Taking the right step and decide to turn the things how it was happening, my intervention on that night when all this began, would be a safe decision and the rescue for our sweet and lucky life.
Yes, I owed this to both of us and our life, she was a confused and frightened girl in those days and I let her alone, and to go lost due to my egoistic and perverse inclination.
I was who missed the opportunity and the person now is losing definitively everything…
There is no need for a new conversation between me and my wife.
I had spent countless hours trying to discover the truth and now it was there, everything is clear. I had discovered so many things in the last few minutes, her behavior showed so many of the signs that were clear indications of how she feels and what she wishes.
Again, I sadly listed them carefully in my mind to ensure that maybe I had missed something or even misunderstood what I had concluded.
Up this moment, I was not sure exactly when her love for him started. Today she had confessed that she loved him much earlier.
I knew, she had loved him as her uncle but to be in love with him as a man and have sexual feeling about him? But she had not earlier shown any sign which indicates this.
She had never been distant and distracted with me, to be suspicious that she loves another one. She was always attentive to my every word and need.
With a mental sigh, I thought, she seemed always to crave making love to me at every opportunity she felt I would like. She was even in the last few weeks, the ideal wife and best companion that every man could imagine.
It is maddening, I thought to myself.
I was sure before all this had begun she was not in love with him.
What happened now?
Almost over the past few minutes she has seemed to be changed!
Could it be real?
I couldn't figure out how someone can change so rapidly in her mind and feelings and again I had no clue as to what she is up to now?
But in each case, it is obvious to me that I cannot continue this relation, not now that I knew everything, even if I loved her for all these years and still love her…
My wonderful, caring and loving Meena is gone and I can never find her again…
“Baby…?”
I heard and stood up in a hurry, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and hugged her. I didn’t want her to see my tears.
“I love you baby… That was so wonderful…” She whispered.
I was astonished.
How can it be? How she dares? Now, after she confessed her infidelity, at least in her word and her emotions? I had given her permission to touch, my hidden desires once more and I was the one who finally lost. This is the end, I thought to myself.
But when she took my face in her hand and then put her arms around my shoulders to embrace me, I let her to do that and then first hide my face in her hair then slowly started to weep.
Meena took me by my shoulders and pushed me a little back to look at my face.
“What is the matter Nadir? Why are you crying, baby? Please, no… Why?” And then she embraced me again, but harder and kissed my eyes, my cheeks and then my lips.
“Don’t… Please don’t baby… Why? Why?... Honey, please, you are my baby.
You know that I love and adore you. I have always loved you and I always will. Honey, I just want to tell you how much I love you. Why are you... crying?”
I was confused, I didn’t quite know what I feel about and how I should react to what happened just some seconds before and about her behavior and what she already confessed and her speech now.
Meena looked at my face with a curious look on her face, I looked back deep in her eyes and tried to speak strongly, clearly and without emotions: “Do you remember what you said while you were cumming? Your last words?”
Meena pondered one moment and then: “Yes baby, I said I love you I really do.”
“But you told it to Mansour… to your uncle…“
The shock of my words left her with her mouth hanging open and gasping for air.
Immediately after that, she began to laugh loudly: “And you think…. Hahaha… And because of that, are you crying? Ohhhhhhh, you are really my baby… My sweet baby…”
And then she continued: “I got scared, I thought something terrible is bothering you so much. I was afraid there something is wrong with you or you want to tell me something bad about our relationship and life…”
I was still confused, but I was somewhat comforted. Perhaps I take this all too dramatically, I thought to myself.
As Meena slowly stopped to laugh, her facial expression changed to much serious.
The tone of her voice had a sign of irritation: “Why would you even think something like that? How could you even possibly think anything like that, much less say it? I am really hurt!”
Looking me in my face carefully, she murmured in a somehow sad voice: “I wonder of you really love me as much as I love you?”
I saw the tears in her eyes as she looked directly in my eyes and continued firmly: “This is your game Nadir, we play your game just as you like…”
This look on Meena’s face would have been unhappy or even disappointed and frustrated in most any other circumstances.
Then she took my hands in hers, kissed them and told me: “Come here… let me feel your body next to mine…”
Meena lay back again. And I lay next to her with my head on her chest, she started to caress my hair, while I started to stroke her breast.
Then she whispered: “Did you notice my baby? Do you understand how dangerous this game can be? For my part: I am not going to do anything to endanger my love and our relationship, you can harm my body if I do something you don’t want me to do or I do not something you want me to do. You can hate me or you can beat me, you can do what you want, I am not going to blame you, but before you do anything: I am not going to endanger my love and my partnership with you. Nothing can be more painful than to lose myself once again…”
Her voice ton was now firm and serious again: “I love you Nadir… I just had always to keep trying for my love. I just love you so much and I want you to love me the same way! How could you think that I can love somebody else? I am so disappointed…”
At this moment she took my left hand from her breast to her mouth and kissed it many times softly and then put my hand on her soft tit again.
“And your uncle…?”
“I love him as my uncle not as my man, I had never such feelings for him…”
“And he? What is about his feelings?”
“He loves his princess…” Meena whispered innocently.
“You mean he loves you as the woman of his life and his princess…”
“No, he loves his princess as his woman, but I am just Meena, your Meena, Meena belongs to you and you love Meena don’t you?”
“Okay, do you answer my question now Meena, just to play our game…”
Meena murmured slowly but firmly: “I will do what you want Nadir, but not this one… I don’t permit anything or anyone to bring my Love my marriage and my luck in danger, this is normal and healthy for a creature, to protect himself and his life, isn’t it? My love is mine and even you are not allowed to harm it, I do not allow you… I am not going to repeat that bitter time, in which I was broken and I am not going let someone, not even you to risk this…”
“It seems you are not sure about your feelings?” I said provocatively.
Meena responded calmly: “I am sure about my feelings, but not about yours and not about his… I don’t like to discuss this subject. This is and will be my only and last demand about this theme. Never ever with Mansi. Otherwise you have my word, I’ll do everything for you as I said, I am going to do what you wish, as always. I have done this always or not?”
“Yes, you are right…” I murmured, while looking from the window.
It was snowing outside, a beautiful view there, out of window, and just before my eyes, a naked beauty, the most wonderful woman in the world, my mind was calm and my heart warm….
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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