02-11-2025, 11:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-11-2025, 11:17 PM by Demeter. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The next day the lads were working but Jalal had to do because of other projects in the company branch, he called me in hospital and told me he is coming the next day.
After my arrival, I noticed that Meena is sitting outside, in the garden, reading.
I changed, took a glass of orange juice and joined her.
While drinking my Juice, I noticed Meena is not reading but in thoughts while looking at the half-made pond.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
Meena and I could talk about anything.
"Nothing Nadir. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at her book.
After a short pause she looked up and as if changing her mind suddenly asks me, "you want to bring me and Jalal together, I mean sexually, isn't that right? I know you too well my dear husband, I look at you and know what you think, what you want, and even what you plan,"
Then she continued, "It's that damn fantasy of yours about me and some other man, I mean Jalal, that concerns me. Basically, I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head since we spoke. I can't help myself from thinking about it. And I get sort of distracted."
"God, look Meena, if it bothers you so much, let's put it to bed. I love you and just us, together. We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don'twant to cause you any sort of torment," I said.
Meena's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.
"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you wouldn't be so keen to forget it, I dare to say that you are obsessed."
"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Meena. One, You and your body belongs to me. So, the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a bit excited. Another person knows what my wife feels like. This makes me proud and excited. And I think there are men whom you find attractive and suitable."
Meena didn't make any sign to chime in, so I went on, "As you certainly have noticed so far, the degradation part, as far as not dangerous and under our control, the humiliating aspect also arouses me. The hurt, the pain... It arouses me. You are always in these situations somehow reserved, even reluctant, and I understand that, yes, this could be dangerous, but we care about. Me and you, We have been careful and we will be careful. Our love will do that.
It is much stronger, and we must have faith in it. Some think these fantasies dirty and unrefined, well perhaps they are morally, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a woman as hot as you, us as a couple, why we shouldn't we get happy and enjoy our short life? Perhaps some think it would be the biggest insult to the universe itself, but may be that is why me as a guy feel aroused by it. Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting betrayed with my knowledge and under my control, makes it so tantalizing, even though we and so many hate it..."
I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man as you say obsessed. I just find it hot to think about sometimes. You, doing stuff, you should onlydo with me with some stranger asshole or whatever... even doing stuff you wouldn't do with me..."
Meena looked at me as if she heard wrong, "even stuff I wouldn’t do with you?"
I laughed and continued, "It's an exaggeration, "I just meant..."
She interrupted me and went on, "I understand Nadir. I guess even we had some experiences this type, I feel it would be nuts to repeat something like that though."
After a short pause while she turned her gaze from me to rose bus, she spoke quietly, "After Mansour, to accept someone else, one other than than you, would know me... intimately, scares me. What if it destroys our happiness? This scared me always…"
"Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments. The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld. We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Meena in a distant voice, like she was remembering something.
"When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed. Why should I endanger this? It seems like a silly idea. It was always so and this feeling is at the moment very strong."
"I understand you completely, but a thought of you being intimate with another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. Let's not worry about it."
Meena was silent for a long moment, before nodding.
I hoped I could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine about her and old guy, Jalal, and move forward. I knew she was adedicated wife and it would be difficult to change her meaning and there was nothing I could do about it.
But that is perhaps life can change it, I thought...
"Maybe I'll indulge some of your... wishes... again… one day. But not now, at the moment I am not ready, not yet," Meena assured, "As your wife, I want to fulfil your sexual desires, but not with this one, with Jalal, practically almost my father’ type and age, old of behaviour and Thinking. Sorry, but no,".
She continued, "my aversion to him as a sexual partner sits deep, Nadir. I like him, but not so. In short, he is not suitable for me,"
"I'd almost wish it was just a threesome with another one or something else..."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that either," I chuckled, defusing the situation.
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm a happy man as it is."
This conversation made for me the problem clear, the problem was Jalal, but why? she is fearful, but why? Could it be that she is afraid of being possessed by him? Menna has never spoken about the age, type or similar things in in such relationships, look at her uncle Mansi!
"How do you even get into this thing again? How did it come to you just now again?" Meena asked.
"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing with him for no real reason, just I thought he is the right one... Sometimes, I guess people have a feeling, and they find it hard to explain," I answered. "It's like a thrill thing. Doing something you're not supposed to do with somebody, a mature man who is sincere, bluntly and well behaved one, who is not supposed to bedirectly that type to do such things. It's the ultimate taboo, sort of."
"Okay, but, well, have you been looking at me and him all time and watching us as he was here? Is that how you discovered this?" Meena asked.
"Yes, really I discovered his interest on you on every visit of him, " I said, playing it cool, I noticed she thinks about this and inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I don’t like him, even I don’t claim that I'm not interested on him, because I'm not, and neither should you be, so good behaved and gentle, that he is, but is it something you envision doing for real with him? This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering."
There was a short pause. I got a phone call from my assistant and after that we changed the Our topic of conversation.
After lunch until evening Meena was a bit more playful, a bit more willing.
As we went to sleep, I could notice she is more interested in making love.
She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation herself.
It was a game changer in the bedroom since some time.
"See? Some variation can be fun," I panted.
"You're not wrong, mister," Meena panted right back, her hands pushed into my chest as she bounced on my dick.
But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject further that night...
* * *
Next morning, we were enjoying some coffee on the veranda before riding to work.
Meena was yet in a thoughtful mood, and her eyes were gazing somewhere off
in the distance, like she was remembering something.
"Nadir, that idea, the sharing stuff, I was wondering if you think I am interested in older men, I mean some father replacement, if you believe there is a psychological problem, and I search a father figure…" she began.
I had to reply before it gets worse, I knew what was coming.
"No. Not really. Please don’t make everything so complicated. I mean this is not the case, not at all. But that feeling, watching him and watching you. That was more than enough for me to fantasize, the story is so simple. I guess I saw some moments, some special looks from him and you… and dived into a rabbit hole of thoughts and ideas," I said, playing it cool.
Inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful.
"I'm not saying I'm not interested, because I like him, but my looks? I don't think my looks had any other meaning,” and after a short pause she added, “at least for sure not intentionally,”.
My heart pounded hard at that. This was the second time she brought it up on her own.
I noticed she was now starting to think about the possibility, I thought of my proud Meena thinking of defiling herself with this stranger, older man and this mademy chest burn and a pit burned in my stomach.
Did Meena truly consider it? Did she imagine herself with Jalal and dreamed of physical contact with him.
I was almost afraid to answer her, if this was truly her broaching the possibility.
"Oh, yes, but I think anybody could see it that way if he had observed closely,"
I insisted, "your looks had a certain message, if I am not mistaken, perhaps as you say, unconsciously, And about his looks I think he is just a man and the voyeurism is a generalized, male syndrome, if I may say so in your medical language, and like every other male, he looks and eventually enjoys, this means but nothing more,"
Meena smiled and added, and, "now you think he likes or plans to begin some adventure with me? Nonsense, ".
"Uh, yeah. I suppose so and I am sure that he loves to do it. If you were ever okay with it, if you could ever enjoy it, then yes, I would want you to do it, too. But you're not into let that happen with him, are you?" with my straight forward respond, I wanted to give Meena the opportunity to answer me directly, but just her asking that was such a giant leap for mankind!
But she shook her head and got up to leave the room.
It was high time to go to work...
* * *
That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than of a fantasy, but a call for desire. The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in bed.
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any occasion and this was normal. I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something about it.
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from the flaps of my cboxers.
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
Meena greeted me at the door.
''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension work," she said.
''How long has he been here?'' I asked.
''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the work,'' Meena answered.
Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top, with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended revealing her tight stomach.
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a teenager.
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting next week, the work will be finished.
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.
He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two,'' and while his gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.
Meena was fine with that.
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we could enjoy the game.
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table.
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and smiling at Jalal.
"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.
She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. While she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at Meena's legs and ass.
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.
I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to the kitchen.
She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.
"Meena," I called to her.
"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some items on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.
"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime," she answered.
"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out, pointing at her clothes.
"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled, "you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?" she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.
I stared at her standing in front of me.
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version of her.
"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.
I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt. I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before. I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then looked back at her.
"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”
"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway, you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.
"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she teased and smiled widely.
"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be jealous,“ I argued.
"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman, and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and mashed her hips against me.
"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to her butt.
"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.
"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch your game." She turned back to the counter.
I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.
"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen...
* * *
The game began and shortly after Meena entered the room.
She walked over to me and sat on the side of couch, one leg on the floor, the other dangling.
Her skirt pulls up high on her thigh.
I stared at her, wanting to reach out and touch her leg.
Jalal sat back at other end of the couch, trying to pretend he is just staring the TV, but his eyes shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs.
I wasn't sure if she knew he is watching her so. I wondered if he now had a pretty erection in his trousers.
"So, what's the score?" she asked.
"Nothing to nothing, right now," Jalal said, "But I think their team is stronger and will win," and smiled at Meena.
"Nope," I say watching the TV "Looks they're punting."
Meena touched her hand to the back of my head, curling her fingers in my hair.
"Well, what do you two need?" she asked, looking at the food.
"Nothing now, honey," I said, "Thanks."
"Well, it is not true, we have everything we need except your presence so far," he said smiling at Meena.
"Well, you guys finish that food. There's plenty more in the kitchen and my homemade hamburger for the halftime," Meena said and stood up.
She walked around the couch and then bendover to me from behind. She kisses me softly demonstratively, then stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
Jalal hadn't seen me catching him yet.
I saw his beady eyes trace Meena's sexy body.
Hell, I thought no wonder he was staring. Meena‘s legs and ass were hot under that sexy skirt while she was constantly moving between the kitchen and the living room to prepare our hamburger.
Between two halftimes we ate hamburgers and then the second part of the match went on.
After bringing the dishes into the kitchen, Meena came back and sat on the arm of couch, this time facing laterally to me and Jalal, one foot propped on the couch cushion between my knees and the other resting on the floor.
Her legs were spread wide, and the denim skirt were pushed up high on her thighs.
Jalal sneak looked up her skirt. I guess he was getting quite a view.
I placed my hand on her thigh and rub my palm across the smooth skin.
Meena looked at me and Jalal, I was sure she knows about his secret glances.
Then she smiled at him and stood up.
"Call if you guys need anything," she said and went back towards the kitchen.
I noticed Jalal eyes are latched onto her as she walks away.
Meena stopped just as she reached the kitchen door and turned around and leaned against the doorframe.
"What do you guys want for dessert?" she asked.
"As my part, anything you give me is fine, young lady," Jalal responds.
"There's some ice cream in the fridge, if that's all right?" she said and looked smiling at Jalal.
"Oh yeah, that's perfect," Jalal said. She turned and exited the room into the kitchen.
Jalal then turned his gaze to me and noticed that I am watching him. I blinked briefly.
"We are men Doki, and the men love to look at beautiful women!” he argued.
"Specially the ones as beautiful as Meena, I am used to it that other men admire my wife and honestly that makes me proud," I said.
“Womengenerally, enjoy showing their interesting parts to men, not only womenbut other living being and even the plants do this, naturally, This is why the life goes on since many million years on the earth,” I smiled and added, “I am personally, a leg man, I enjoy and admire the legs of a beautiful woman, and my Meena has such... some women dominate the men world with their legs, don't you think?" I laughed.
Jalal laughed and said," Damn, you're one lucky guy, Doki," he chuckled, "to have such a beauty at home,".
"I don’t believe that I do have her, I have her love, I think," I argued, "She doesn’t belong to somebody, yes, she is a part of me, but we are only one in spirit, at least I hope so, otherwise we are independent to do what we like, just as we are physically separated."
“You mean, she is free as a fairy?" he asked and smiled.
I smiled back and said, “yes, it is nice to be free and to enjoy this freedom aren’t you also the opinion?”
“Yes, it is very nice, also spacious from you,” He replied.
After this statement about Meena, I thought maybe I had raised his hopes too much.
Then I tried to put it into perspective so that he wouldn’t dream and fantasize too much, "There is one point I like to say in passing, Jalal," I said, "Everybody can try to approach her, Meena can press anybody to her heart, and if this happens, I mean if she allows someone to stay in her heart, he can experience happiness, even heaven,".
After a short pause in which I tried to observe his reaction, I added, "but if somebody tries to push her to anything, maybe he’ll be shortly proud of himself, but that was it, it will be his last try, believe me," then I emphasized, “nobody should try the last train to nowhere,".
At the end of the Match and after Jalal left Meena went into the Kitchen to clean.
I walked up behind her as she washed her hands. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my pelvis against her butt.
She stood up and reached her hands back to my hips. She leaned her head back against my right shoulder.
"Hey darling," she says, "Did you find hamburger tasty?"
"You know it," I respond, "I did, but your admirer couldn't take his eyes off of you." I replied. "hoping to get a glimpse of those hot legs and ass of yours,"
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then after a short pause asked, "What did he say then?"
I hesitated.
"Don't be scared, now. You think I'm going to run off with him if he said my legs are nice?" Meena smirked. "Let me hear it, I want to know what he had to say."
"He just said I am a lucky guy to have such a hot and sexy wife," I said, with emphasis on hot and sexy.
Meena smiled widely, grinning at my way of talking and asked, "I'm hot and sexy, am I not?", she chuckled with emphasis on hot and sexy, too.
"Surely you are sexy, for Jalal certainly most sexy girl in the city," I smiled and added, "I know, I've seen the way he watches you and he talks to you. I could tell he fancied you when we first met him. I think you are attracted to him too?" I asked.
"Well...yes... I'd be stupid to not admit that now. He's old enough to be my father. In fact, he is older than both of my parents but he's just so seductive and charming," Meena replied.
"I know. I've watched you, the way you talk to him. To be honest, the fact that he excites you, excites me. You know, this is normal for me," I responded.
Meena giggled.
After that there was a short pause, then she said, "You have won," and giggled.
"Which game?" I spoke.
I bent my head down pressing my lips to her neck. I slid my hands up her hips and wrap them around her bare stomach.
“You know what I mean, at least,” she whispered.
"I think so," I sighed against her neck. My hands slid up to grab her breasts through the tight shirt.
Meena slid a hand across my hip and rubs my hardening dick through my jeans.
"Hmmm, looks the game excites you," she said.
"It's not that game but our game, He won more. He had his gaze the whole time on you and he was rewarded for watching you so closely, you presented him some special moments,” I argued.
Then I leaned my head over her right shoulder, talking softly into her ear, “You were driving himwild in there. Sitting there he had certainly a throbbing erection.”
Meena laughed softly, "I know," she said. "It's kind of a turn-on, feeling like a sex object. You know, I've had guys look at me before, but never so...I don't know... so passionately, I guess."
"Yes, it was definitely passion he was feeling," I said and pressed my hips against her butt. My hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts through the tight shirt.
"I think I'm feeling some passion right now," she said, and reached her left hand to my head, pulling my mouth to her neck.
She tilted her head as I kissed her neck, my tongue lapping her cool skin, moving up behind her ear.
My hands rubbed her hard nipples through the shirt. I felt her hand closed around my concealed cock.
"Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered, snuggling closer to my cheek.
"I can feel it throbbing." She traced her hand over the front of my jeans more, concentrating upon the erect shape below.
I was throbbing and now quite leaking considerably inside my pants.
"You'll just have to wait till I am finished here," Meena said and pulled away from me. She rubbed my hard erection through my jeans.
I moved one hand down her body, sliding down her side, to her butt, feeling the denim skirt against my palm, and then down to her thigh.
My hand moved along the front of her leg and up, caressing her inner thigh, slipping towards her crotch.
"I want you so bad right away," I whispered in her ear, "I want you worse than I ever have."
"Then, take me… Mr Noori!" she whispered back to me, then turned around quickly, bumping my body away from her.
She reached under her skirt and slid her thong down her legs, stepped out of it and dropped it on the counter.
I stood there staring at her.
"Come on," she said, then looked at me and added, “come on Jalal, fuck me,” grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to her.
I was too stunned to act at first. Does she really want me to fuck her right now, in the kitchen?
She reached her face to me and kisses me deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands were moving along mysides, pressing against the muscles through my t-shirt.
My desire overwhelmed me.
I reached down between our bodies, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, yanked my zipper down, and shoved my pants and underwear down to my thighs.
My erect cock springs out against her.
"Wow," she whispers to me, "You are ready aren't you, Mr. Noori?"
She pressed her body back against the counter, gripped the edge of the counter with her hands, spread her legs wide, the inside of her bare thighs brushing against the outside of my legs and lifts her hips towards me.
I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt high up on her pelvis.
Then, I bent my knees slightly, lowering the head of my cock between her legs.
I felt my penis rubbing against her pubic hair.
I reached a hand between her legs and rubbed it gently across her pussy.
My fingers glid along her very wet pussy lips.
"I'm not the only one who's ready, my horny lady," I said to her.
"Yeah, Jalal, dressing like this and being stared by you has turned me on," she giggled. "Now fuck me fast with your hard cock." said back to me.
I've never heard her talk like this in the recent past. I was so turned on that I felt like I'm going to explode before I even get inside of her.
I wrapped my left arm around her butt, and lifted her up slightly, resting her butts barely on the counter. I felt my cock head pressing against her wet pussy.
Then I reached my right hand between us and aimed my painfully hard penis to her opening.
She leaned her body back a bit.
I pressed the head of my dick against her and pushed into her. It sank inside of her, moving smoothly into her wet cunt.
"Oh God," she said and pressed her lower lip between her teeth.
I slid into her, feeling the shaft glid inside of her. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, supporting her body while keeping her legs spreadwide and began moving in and out of her, loving the feel of her tight, wet cunt slipping along my cock.
I leaned my body back slightly, watching my cock slide out of her and then back up and into her, her body positioned perfectly for my incredibly hard, upward thrusting cock.
My hands slid along the denim skirt covering her ass down to the smooth skin of her outer thighs.
Her legs looked long and tight as I moved in and out of her.
I heard the sloppy, wet sound of her pussy clenching my thrusting cock and the heavy breathing of us in the kitchen.
"Fuck me deep with your hard dick, Mr Noori," Meena moaned, looking back at me seductively.
I obliged her by pulling out of her and then slowly pushing into her until my cock shaft was completely buried inside of her. I moved forward a bit, grab her hips tightly, and pressed my hips against her butt, shoving my cock deeper.
I pumped my hips moving out of her halfway and then back into her, grinding against the back of her vagina.
Meena threw her head back and her hair flowed down her back.
I placed my hands on her smooth back, lightly running my fingers along her skin, as I thrusted in and out of her.
Meena moaned loudly. "Oh, I can't take this," she said, "I need to cum now."
I knew she is close.
She grabbed my butt in her hands and pulled my hips against her. "Fuck me. Make me cum Jalal," she groaned.
I plunged in and out of her vigorously with my hips tilted down, my cock pointed slightly up and into her, so that my cock head rubs her g-spot with each thrust.
"Oh yes, oh yes baby," she chanted wildly, her fingers digging painfully into my butt cheeks.
The wet clasping sound of my cock sliding inside of her is joined by our loud moans. She pumps her hips with me, building to her climax. I felt her vaginal muscles tightening around my cock.
I crunched my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming quickly, but trying to hold on while she gripped me tightly, bucking her hips, soaring to her orgasm.
"Oh God, oh God, oh baby," she moaned loudly as her body clenched and my cock pushed into her, her orgasm exploding inside of her.
Her wet cunt tightened around my cock, and I shoved into her deeply, my own orgasm bursting through my body.
The cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep into her womb.
I pressed my hips against her pelvis, driving the cum inside of her.
She held me to her tightly, feeling her orgasm pulse through her body.
I jerked inside of her, feeling the semen pouring from my cock. Her body twitched against me. I pushed once more squirting into her and then fall breathlessly against her.
My cock dripped the last of the semen into her, as we both panted heavily, our bodies sticky with sweat.
"Oh God, that was good," Meena moaned, “I loved it,”.
She opened her eyes to look at me.
"That was the best fuck ever, Mr. Noori," she said and smiled.
I smiled and then kissed her lightly.
She kissed me back harder. I opened my eyes to look at her again.
"The best fucker ever?" I asked.
"The best fucker ever," she said and jerked her hips up against me, twisting my shrinking cock inside of her.
"I am going to be sore, you have a big Weapon, Jalal," she added.
I smiled and kissed her once more. Then I slipped my softened cock from her.
She started walking to the Kitchen door to go to the bathroom to clean up.
I watched her, staring at her beautiful body move. "God, you're hot," I said to her.
"I know, just for you, Mr. Noori," she said, turning her head to look at me as she winked and walked out from the Kitchen.
When we went to bed, I asked her while I was looking at the ceiling. "That must have been very exciting for you too, calling me Jalal, right?”
“That was just to play your game” she said, “now, I admit that was it, but that was just play along with your imagination and fantasy, good night my love, sleep well,”...
Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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-- tbc --
After my arrival, I noticed that Meena is sitting outside, in the garden, reading.
I changed, took a glass of orange juice and joined her.
While drinking my Juice, I noticed Meena is not reading but in thoughts while looking at the half-made pond.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
Meena and I could talk about anything.
"Nothing Nadir. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at her book.
After a short pause she looked up and as if changing her mind suddenly asks me, "you want to bring me and Jalal together, I mean sexually, isn't that right? I know you too well my dear husband, I look at you and know what you think, what you want, and even what you plan,"
Then she continued, "It's that damn fantasy of yours about me and some other man, I mean Jalal, that concerns me. Basically, I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head since we spoke. I can't help myself from thinking about it. And I get sort of distracted."
"God, look Meena, if it bothers you so much, let's put it to bed. I love you and just us, together. We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don'twant to cause you any sort of torment," I said.
Meena's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.
"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you wouldn't be so keen to forget it, I dare to say that you are obsessed."
"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Meena. One, You and your body belongs to me. So, the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a bit excited. Another person knows what my wife feels like. This makes me proud and excited. And I think there are men whom you find attractive and suitable."
Meena didn't make any sign to chime in, so I went on, "As you certainly have noticed so far, the degradation part, as far as not dangerous and under our control, the humiliating aspect also arouses me. The hurt, the pain... It arouses me. You are always in these situations somehow reserved, even reluctant, and I understand that, yes, this could be dangerous, but we care about. Me and you, We have been careful and we will be careful. Our love will do that.
It is much stronger, and we must have faith in it. Some think these fantasies dirty and unrefined, well perhaps they are morally, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a woman as hot as you, us as a couple, why we shouldn't we get happy and enjoy our short life? Perhaps some think it would be the biggest insult to the universe itself, but may be that is why me as a guy feel aroused by it. Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting betrayed with my knowledge and under my control, makes it so tantalizing, even though we and so many hate it..."
I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man as you say obsessed. I just find it hot to think about sometimes. You, doing stuff, you should onlydo with me with some stranger asshole or whatever... even doing stuff you wouldn't do with me..."
Meena looked at me as if she heard wrong, "even stuff I wouldn’t do with you?"
I laughed and continued, "It's an exaggeration, "I just meant..."
She interrupted me and went on, "I understand Nadir. I guess even we had some experiences this type, I feel it would be nuts to repeat something like that though."
After a short pause while she turned her gaze from me to rose bus, she spoke quietly, "After Mansour, to accept someone else, one other than than you, would know me... intimately, scares me. What if it destroys our happiness? This scared me always…"
"Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments. The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld. We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Meena in a distant voice, like she was remembering something.
"When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed. Why should I endanger this? It seems like a silly idea. It was always so and this feeling is at the moment very strong."
"I understand you completely, but a thought of you being intimate with another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. Let's not worry about it."
Meena was silent for a long moment, before nodding.
I hoped I could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine about her and old guy, Jalal, and move forward. I knew she was adedicated wife and it would be difficult to change her meaning and there was nothing I could do about it.
But that is perhaps life can change it, I thought...
"Maybe I'll indulge some of your... wishes... again… one day. But not now, at the moment I am not ready, not yet," Meena assured, "As your wife, I want to fulfil your sexual desires, but not with this one, with Jalal, practically almost my father’ type and age, old of behaviour and Thinking. Sorry, but no,".
She continued, "my aversion to him as a sexual partner sits deep, Nadir. I like him, but not so. In short, he is not suitable for me,"
"I'd almost wish it was just a threesome with another one or something else..."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that either," I chuckled, defusing the situation.
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm a happy man as it is."
This conversation made for me the problem clear, the problem was Jalal, but why? she is fearful, but why? Could it be that she is afraid of being possessed by him? Menna has never spoken about the age, type or similar things in in such relationships, look at her uncle Mansi!
"How do you even get into this thing again? How did it come to you just now again?" Meena asked.
"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing with him for no real reason, just I thought he is the right one... Sometimes, I guess people have a feeling, and they find it hard to explain," I answered. "It's like a thrill thing. Doing something you're not supposed to do with somebody, a mature man who is sincere, bluntly and well behaved one, who is not supposed to bedirectly that type to do such things. It's the ultimate taboo, sort of."
"Okay, but, well, have you been looking at me and him all time and watching us as he was here? Is that how you discovered this?" Meena asked.
"Yes, really I discovered his interest on you on every visit of him, " I said, playing it cool, I noticed she thinks about this and inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I don’t like him, even I don’t claim that I'm not interested on him, because I'm not, and neither should you be, so good behaved and gentle, that he is, but is it something you envision doing for real with him? This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering."
There was a short pause. I got a phone call from my assistant and after that we changed the Our topic of conversation.
After lunch until evening Meena was a bit more playful, a bit more willing.
As we went to sleep, I could notice she is more interested in making love.
She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation herself.
It was a game changer in the bedroom since some time.
"See? Some variation can be fun," I panted.
"You're not wrong, mister," Meena panted right back, her hands pushed into my chest as she bounced on my dick.
But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject further that night...
* * *
Next morning, we were enjoying some coffee on the veranda before riding to work.
Meena was yet in a thoughtful mood, and her eyes were gazing somewhere off
in the distance, like she was remembering something.
"Nadir, that idea, the sharing stuff, I was wondering if you think I am interested in older men, I mean some father replacement, if you believe there is a psychological problem, and I search a father figure…" she began.
I had to reply before it gets worse, I knew what was coming.
"No. Not really. Please don’t make everything so complicated. I mean this is not the case, not at all. But that feeling, watching him and watching you. That was more than enough for me to fantasize, the story is so simple. I guess I saw some moments, some special looks from him and you… and dived into a rabbit hole of thoughts and ideas," I said, playing it cool.
Inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful.
"I'm not saying I'm not interested, because I like him, but my looks? I don't think my looks had any other meaning,” and after a short pause she added, “at least for sure not intentionally,”.
My heart pounded hard at that. This was the second time she brought it up on her own.
I noticed she was now starting to think about the possibility, I thought of my proud Meena thinking of defiling herself with this stranger, older man and this mademy chest burn and a pit burned in my stomach.
Did Meena truly consider it? Did she imagine herself with Jalal and dreamed of physical contact with him.
I was almost afraid to answer her, if this was truly her broaching the possibility.
"Oh, yes, but I think anybody could see it that way if he had observed closely,"
I insisted, "your looks had a certain message, if I am not mistaken, perhaps as you say, unconsciously, And about his looks I think he is just a man and the voyeurism is a generalized, male syndrome, if I may say so in your medical language, and like every other male, he looks and eventually enjoys, this means but nothing more,"
Meena smiled and added, and, "now you think he likes or plans to begin some adventure with me? Nonsense, ".
"Uh, yeah. I suppose so and I am sure that he loves to do it. If you were ever okay with it, if you could ever enjoy it, then yes, I would want you to do it, too. But you're not into let that happen with him, are you?" with my straight forward respond, I wanted to give Meena the opportunity to answer me directly, but just her asking that was such a giant leap for mankind!
But she shook her head and got up to leave the room.
It was high time to go to work...
* * *
That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than of a fantasy, but a call for desire. The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in bed.
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any occasion and this was normal. I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something about it.
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from the flaps of my cboxers.
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
Meena greeted me at the door.
''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension work," she said.
''How long has he been here?'' I asked.
''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the work,'' Meena answered.
Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top, with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended revealing her tight stomach.
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a teenager.
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting next week, the work will be finished.
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.
He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two,'' and while his gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.
Meena was fine with that.
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we could enjoy the game.
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table.
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and smiling at Jalal.
"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.
She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. While she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at Meena's legs and ass.
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.
I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to the kitchen.
She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.
"Meena," I called to her.
"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some items on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.
"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime," she answered.
"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out, pointing at her clothes.
"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled, "you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?" she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.
I stared at her standing in front of me.
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version of her.
"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.
I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt. I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before. I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then looked back at her.
"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”
"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway, you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.
"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she teased and smiled widely.
"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be jealous,“ I argued.
"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman, and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and mashed her hips against me.
"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to her butt.
"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.
"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch your game." She turned back to the counter.
I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.
"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen...
* * *
The game began and shortly after Meena entered the room.
She walked over to me and sat on the side of couch, one leg on the floor, the other dangling.
Her skirt pulls up high on her thigh.
I stared at her, wanting to reach out and touch her leg.
Jalal sat back at other end of the couch, trying to pretend he is just staring the TV, but his eyes shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs.
I wasn't sure if she knew he is watching her so. I wondered if he now had a pretty erection in his trousers.
"So, what's the score?" she asked.
"Nothing to nothing, right now," Jalal said, "But I think their team is stronger and will win," and smiled at Meena.
"Nope," I say watching the TV "Looks they're punting."
Meena touched her hand to the back of my head, curling her fingers in my hair.
"Well, what do you two need?" she asked, looking at the food.
"Nothing now, honey," I said, "Thanks."
"Well, it is not true, we have everything we need except your presence so far," he said smiling at Meena.
"Well, you guys finish that food. There's plenty more in the kitchen and my homemade hamburger for the halftime," Meena said and stood up.
She walked around the couch and then bendover to me from behind. She kisses me softly demonstratively, then stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
Jalal hadn't seen me catching him yet.
I saw his beady eyes trace Meena's sexy body.
Hell, I thought no wonder he was staring. Meena‘s legs and ass were hot under that sexy skirt while she was constantly moving between the kitchen and the living room to prepare our hamburger.
Between two halftimes we ate hamburgers and then the second part of the match went on.
After bringing the dishes into the kitchen, Meena came back and sat on the arm of couch, this time facing laterally to me and Jalal, one foot propped on the couch cushion between my knees and the other resting on the floor.
Her legs were spread wide, and the denim skirt were pushed up high on her thighs.
Jalal sneak looked up her skirt. I guess he was getting quite a view.
I placed my hand on her thigh and rub my palm across the smooth skin.
Meena looked at me and Jalal, I was sure she knows about his secret glances.
Then she smiled at him and stood up.
"Call if you guys need anything," she said and went back towards the kitchen.
I noticed Jalal eyes are latched onto her as she walks away.
Meena stopped just as she reached the kitchen door and turned around and leaned against the doorframe.
"What do you guys want for dessert?" she asked.
"As my part, anything you give me is fine, young lady," Jalal responds.
"There's some ice cream in the fridge, if that's all right?" she said and looked smiling at Jalal.
"Oh yeah, that's perfect," Jalal said. She turned and exited the room into the kitchen.
Jalal then turned his gaze to me and noticed that I am watching him. I blinked briefly.
"We are men Doki, and the men love to look at beautiful women!” he argued.
"Specially the ones as beautiful as Meena, I am used to it that other men admire my wife and honestly that makes me proud," I said.
“Womengenerally, enjoy showing their interesting parts to men, not only womenbut other living being and even the plants do this, naturally, This is why the life goes on since many million years on the earth,” I smiled and added, “I am personally, a leg man, I enjoy and admire the legs of a beautiful woman, and my Meena has such... some women dominate the men world with their legs, don't you think?" I laughed.
Jalal laughed and said," Damn, you're one lucky guy, Doki," he chuckled, "to have such a beauty at home,".
"I don’t believe that I do have her, I have her love, I think," I argued, "She doesn’t belong to somebody, yes, she is a part of me, but we are only one in spirit, at least I hope so, otherwise we are independent to do what we like, just as we are physically separated."
“You mean, she is free as a fairy?" he asked and smiled.
I smiled back and said, “yes, it is nice to be free and to enjoy this freedom aren’t you also the opinion?”
“Yes, it is very nice, also spacious from you,” He replied.
After this statement about Meena, I thought maybe I had raised his hopes too much.
Then I tried to put it into perspective so that he wouldn’t dream and fantasize too much, "There is one point I like to say in passing, Jalal," I said, "Everybody can try to approach her, Meena can press anybody to her heart, and if this happens, I mean if she allows someone to stay in her heart, he can experience happiness, even heaven,".
After a short pause in which I tried to observe his reaction, I added, "but if somebody tries to push her to anything, maybe he’ll be shortly proud of himself, but that was it, it will be his last try, believe me," then I emphasized, “nobody should try the last train to nowhere,".
At the end of the Match and after Jalal left Meena went into the Kitchen to clean.
I walked up behind her as she washed her hands. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my pelvis against her butt.
She stood up and reached her hands back to my hips. She leaned her head back against my right shoulder.
"Hey darling," she says, "Did you find hamburger tasty?"
"You know it," I respond, "I did, but your admirer couldn't take his eyes off of you." I replied. "hoping to get a glimpse of those hot legs and ass of yours,"
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then after a short pause asked, "What did he say then?"
I hesitated.
"Don't be scared, now. You think I'm going to run off with him if he said my legs are nice?" Meena smirked. "Let me hear it, I want to know what he had to say."
"He just said I am a lucky guy to have such a hot and sexy wife," I said, with emphasis on hot and sexy.
Meena smiled widely, grinning at my way of talking and asked, "I'm hot and sexy, am I not?", she chuckled with emphasis on hot and sexy, too.
"Surely you are sexy, for Jalal certainly most sexy girl in the city," I smiled and added, "I know, I've seen the way he watches you and he talks to you. I could tell he fancied you when we first met him. I think you are attracted to him too?" I asked.
"Well...yes... I'd be stupid to not admit that now. He's old enough to be my father. In fact, he is older than both of my parents but he's just so seductive and charming," Meena replied.
"I know. I've watched you, the way you talk to him. To be honest, the fact that he excites you, excites me. You know, this is normal for me," I responded.
Meena giggled.
After that there was a short pause, then she said, "You have won," and giggled.
"Which game?" I spoke.
I bent my head down pressing my lips to her neck. I slid my hands up her hips and wrap them around her bare stomach.
“You know what I mean, at least,” she whispered.
"I think so," I sighed against her neck. My hands slid up to grab her breasts through the tight shirt.
Meena slid a hand across my hip and rubs my hardening dick through my jeans.
"Hmmm, looks the game excites you," she said.
"It's not that game but our game, He won more. He had his gaze the whole time on you and he was rewarded for watching you so closely, you presented him some special moments,” I argued.
Then I leaned my head over her right shoulder, talking softly into her ear, “You were driving himwild in there. Sitting there he had certainly a throbbing erection.”
Meena laughed softly, "I know," she said. "It's kind of a turn-on, feeling like a sex object. You know, I've had guys look at me before, but never so...I don't know... so passionately, I guess."
"Yes, it was definitely passion he was feeling," I said and pressed my hips against her butt. My hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts through the tight shirt.
"I think I'm feeling some passion right now," she said, and reached her left hand to my head, pulling my mouth to her neck.
She tilted her head as I kissed her neck, my tongue lapping her cool skin, moving up behind her ear.
My hands rubbed her hard nipples through the shirt. I felt her hand closed around my concealed cock.
"Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered, snuggling closer to my cheek.
"I can feel it throbbing." She traced her hand over the front of my jeans more, concentrating upon the erect shape below.
I was throbbing and now quite leaking considerably inside my pants.
"You'll just have to wait till I am finished here," Meena said and pulled away from me. She rubbed my hard erection through my jeans.
I moved one hand down her body, sliding down her side, to her butt, feeling the denim skirt against my palm, and then down to her thigh.
My hand moved along the front of her leg and up, caressing her inner thigh, slipping towards her crotch.
"I want you so bad right away," I whispered in her ear, "I want you worse than I ever have."
"Then, take me… Mr Noori!" she whispered back to me, then turned around quickly, bumping my body away from her.
She reached under her skirt and slid her thong down her legs, stepped out of it and dropped it on the counter.
I stood there staring at her.
"Come on," she said, then looked at me and added, “come on Jalal, fuck me,” grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to her.
I was too stunned to act at first. Does she really want me to fuck her right now, in the kitchen?
She reached her face to me and kisses me deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands were moving along mysides, pressing against the muscles through my t-shirt.
My desire overwhelmed me.
I reached down between our bodies, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, yanked my zipper down, and shoved my pants and underwear down to my thighs.
My erect cock springs out against her.
"Wow," she whispers to me, "You are ready aren't you, Mr. Noori?"
She pressed her body back against the counter, gripped the edge of the counter with her hands, spread her legs wide, the inside of her bare thighs brushing against the outside of my legs and lifts her hips towards me.
I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt high up on her pelvis.
Then, I bent my knees slightly, lowering the head of my cock between her legs.
I felt my penis rubbing against her pubic hair.
I reached a hand between her legs and rubbed it gently across her pussy.
My fingers glid along her very wet pussy lips.
"I'm not the only one who's ready, my horny lady," I said to her.
"Yeah, Jalal, dressing like this and being stared by you has turned me on," she giggled. "Now fuck me fast with your hard cock." said back to me.
I've never heard her talk like this in the recent past. I was so turned on that I felt like I'm going to explode before I even get inside of her.
I wrapped my left arm around her butt, and lifted her up slightly, resting her butts barely on the counter. I felt my cock head pressing against her wet pussy.
Then I reached my right hand between us and aimed my painfully hard penis to her opening.
She leaned her body back a bit.
I pressed the head of my dick against her and pushed into her. It sank inside of her, moving smoothly into her wet cunt.
"Oh God," she said and pressed her lower lip between her teeth.
I slid into her, feeling the shaft glid inside of her. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, supporting her body while keeping her legs spreadwide and began moving in and out of her, loving the feel of her tight, wet cunt slipping along my cock.
I leaned my body back slightly, watching my cock slide out of her and then back up and into her, her body positioned perfectly for my incredibly hard, upward thrusting cock.
My hands slid along the denim skirt covering her ass down to the smooth skin of her outer thighs.
Her legs looked long and tight as I moved in and out of her.
I heard the sloppy, wet sound of her pussy clenching my thrusting cock and the heavy breathing of us in the kitchen.
"Fuck me deep with your hard dick, Mr Noori," Meena moaned, looking back at me seductively.
I obliged her by pulling out of her and then slowly pushing into her until my cock shaft was completely buried inside of her. I moved forward a bit, grab her hips tightly, and pressed my hips against her butt, shoving my cock deeper.
I pumped my hips moving out of her halfway and then back into her, grinding against the back of her vagina.
Meena threw her head back and her hair flowed down her back.
I placed my hands on her smooth back, lightly running my fingers along her skin, as I thrusted in and out of her.
Meena moaned loudly. "Oh, I can't take this," she said, "I need to cum now."
I knew she is close.
She grabbed my butt in her hands and pulled my hips against her. "Fuck me. Make me cum Jalal," she groaned.
I plunged in and out of her vigorously with my hips tilted down, my cock pointed slightly up and into her, so that my cock head rubs her g-spot with each thrust.
"Oh yes, oh yes baby," she chanted wildly, her fingers digging painfully into my butt cheeks.
The wet clasping sound of my cock sliding inside of her is joined by our loud moans. She pumps her hips with me, building to her climax. I felt her vaginal muscles tightening around my cock.
I crunched my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming quickly, but trying to hold on while she gripped me tightly, bucking her hips, soaring to her orgasm.
"Oh God, oh God, oh baby," she moaned loudly as her body clenched and my cock pushed into her, her orgasm exploding inside of her.
Her wet cunt tightened around my cock, and I shoved into her deeply, my own orgasm bursting through my body.
The cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep into her womb.
I pressed my hips against her pelvis, driving the cum inside of her.
She held me to her tightly, feeling her orgasm pulse through her body.
I jerked inside of her, feeling the semen pouring from my cock. Her body twitched against me. I pushed once more squirting into her and then fall breathlessly against her.
My cock dripped the last of the semen into her, as we both panted heavily, our bodies sticky with sweat.
"Oh God, that was good," Meena moaned, “I loved it,”.
She opened her eyes to look at me.
"That was the best fuck ever, Mr. Noori," she said and smiled.
I smiled and then kissed her lightly.
She kissed me back harder. I opened my eyes to look at her again.
"The best fucker ever?" I asked.
"The best fucker ever," she said and jerked her hips up against me, twisting my shrinking cock inside of her.
"I am going to be sore, you have a big Weapon, Jalal," she added.
I smiled and kissed her once more. Then I slipped my softened cock from her.
She started walking to the Kitchen door to go to the bathroom to clean up.
I watched her, staring at her beautiful body move. "God, you're hot," I said to her.
"I know, just for you, Mr. Noori," she said, turning her head to look at me as she winked and walked out from the Kitchen.
When we went to bed, I asked her while I was looking at the ceiling. "That must have been very exciting for you too, calling me Jalal, right?”
“That was just to play your game” she said, “now, I admit that was it, but that was just play along with your imagination and fantasy, good night my love, sleep well,”...
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
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