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New Horizons
Nadir's Narration:
It was around lunchtime when we, Mitra and I, packed our suitcases, her big one and mine small, into the cars.
Our last conversation before we hugged and kissed goodbye was...
"Promise me that you'll..." she said.
"Am going home now? Yes, I promise, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else," I smiled, "and thank you for the rescue mission, you were my rescue angel, commissioned by the universe."
Then we exchanged phone numbers, and I promised that I would get in touch with her soon.
And we drove off...
* * *
I was home at about 3 o'clock.
Everything was quiet and Meena wasn't there yet.
She always worked a little longer on Mondays.
After changing and having a lemonade, I quickly went up to my study and played the recordings from the last two days since I left.
There wasn't much to see. Meena was often in the kitchen tidying up, or reading in the bedroom and watching TV, or just lying on the couch, closing her eyes and listening to Mozart.
Only on Saturday evening after I left did she speak to Jalal on the phone, and not for long. I could only hear her one-sidedly during conversations, but his speaking was inaudible.
This time she had spoken on the phone in the bedroom and not in the living room, where, the microphones of my hidden cameras were a bit far away.
That's why her voice was easier to understand.
Meena: ‘Hi, Jalal, how are you?’
"…“
‘Yes, but at the moment he is not at home,’
"…“
‘I am sorry, but we have no time the next days to visit you’
"…“
‘Sorry but I don’t want to hurt Nadir… I prefer that if at all, I meet you together with him, I am so sorry Jalal but it I don't want to complicate the situation,’
"… “
‘Thanks, that you understand it,’
"… “
‘Oh… We don’t know yet whether Nadir has the next weekend off, he doesn't know yet...’
"… “
'No, I would like to visit your ranch and spend a few days in nature and fresh air with you, but you know that I'm not doing this alone, never…'
"… “
‘Yes, sure, you can come around before your trip,’
"… “
‘Thank you, Jalal, I hope you too, see you then, bye.’...
* * *
After about two hours Meena was home.
When she saw me, she ran into my arms, hugged me and squeezed me tightly and started crying.
After a few minutes of her howling voice being clearly audible in the room, I tried calming her down.
We separated and I asked her to sit down.
Meena’s pretty eyes were full of tears, "Where were you Nadir, my world collapsed, Ithought I had lost you; I thought I lost my life and me…" she said with trembling voice.
"I was searching Meena, looking for my lost world, then, I saw my angel, and she saved me... she saved our love and our life, she saved you too, for me…" I spoke.
"I am relieved! Now I am really relieved, I missed you and I needed you…" she smiled, and hugged me again.
"I love you my girl, I love you and I beg you to forgive me," I said.
She replied, "Why are you saying such a thing Nadir, why are you making me so sad," and she cried.
"I am your woman, and I must kiss your hands and ask for forgiveness, Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I broke your heart ... I am still your Meena, same as you saw me and told me about your love to me, I am still your 14 years old girl, as you charmed her with your eyes and smile."
"I thought I am losing you Meena, I am losing you to him, to Jalal, I had the feeling just like those days with Mansour, I am so sorry baby" I said sadly.
"Oh… Jalal… He can’t be… I love you baby, I am yours, I was always yours... You are who occupies me, my soul and my body… As long as you want it, and as long as you love me," she said.
"I know it, now I know it. You are not so easily gotten rid of me, not more, Meena!"
"Nor are you Nadir, nor are you…" And she smiled, "I felt your presence in last two days more than ever, here in our home and in my bed and especially in my heart…"
* * *
Meena prepared a little something for dinner and until late evening we talked about our life, our past days, our past months and years.
First, she assumed me that on Friday evening, when she got up before going to sleep and undressed, she spontaneously decided and wanted to tell me everything about the past week and meeting details with Jalal, while we were making love, but the situation went wrong.
Then we talked about others. About all the people who played a role in the last time in our life.
I spoke about Mitra, and Meena said she would like to meet her.
We talked about Jalal and what I and she, each one of us thought of him and the expectations of each of us from the relationship with him.
We talked about our Inclinations, desires, our erotic preferences that we were not sure, whether the other person would agree with, and we came to some results.
We talked about that everybody, man or woman is fighting a battle between selfish lust and wanting to be a person of decency and integrity.
But where is the border between these two meanings?
About the truth that men and women don’t know about each other.
I said that I knew that Meena and so many women like to be ruled up when it comes to sexuality.
This is the real feminism, as nature planed, I said.
Meena confessed that she loves the dirty talking while sex.
She said that she could fall off the orgasmic cliff if I had called her a slut or a bitch and such dirty names during sex, just as she's about to come.
And she told me that she believes any normal woman could be stimulated sexually when it comes to dirty talking.
She seemed almost apologetic.
'You know me, you know I'm not a feminist,' she told, 'But I am also not a submissive type, nevertheless I can't help it, that some such words make me insane. In a really good way.' and smiled, shyly.
Then she lowered her eyelids to the table. Then she emphasized that she knows some women love degrading sex, but this is not degrading.
Especially if a woman is bold and an independent woman outside the bedroom, inside the bedroom other rules prevail.
This has nothing to do with integrity, it means not that you like to be a sex slave or a whore.
She told that with Mansour, who in first instance actually bangd her, she had countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment.
Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.
She didn’t want to speak with me about, those days, definitely not.
But now she knows that it was a mistake.
She should have talked about it, then she would have suffered less.
She spoke about how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her family, and Mansour's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within her until she became his willing fuck toy.
But then after first time, she couldn't even stop herself from kissing him back.
Her body accepted Mansi as a real man who could possess her physically. But she knew that it was just her body, her physical existence. Then she realized that she couldn't control the animalistic impulses of her own body.
A single fat tear ran down her cheek as she talked about it.
Later, times at nights, she lay quietly in the dark next to me, pondering the situation and the nightmares that awaited her and her husband, me.
Between the various contacts with her husband and her uncle, who was her rapist, incomprehensible circumstances occurred that brought her into this terrible situation.
The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.
Then after a while her thoughts changed.
No, it wasn't her fault, it was the sexual talents of a powerful older man who had been locked up for the last few years.
Mansour’s massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any sexually normal woman could ever experience.
And she, Meena, his niece, did - again and again.
Both assets of gratification and Mansour's powerfully rough hands had been on an unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout those dissolute nights.
Meena spoke about how her uncle had skilfully awakened her pussy to the highest limits of capabilities and easily brought her to numerous pleasurable orgasms before turning the tables and making the serious academic and respectable university lecturer beg for his cock like a cheap slut.
As Meena was speaking, my thoughts returned to her and what her mental condition must be like following those long nights.
The fight, battle, between selfish lust of her body, and her wanting to be a person of decency and integrity, her pain, her suffering and her collapse...
I put my arms around her and held her close, wanting her, desiring her.
"But" I wanted to know, "did you love him?"
"Those days I did not know. I thought I did, but now I am sure that not... I wanted him to possess me physically, I wished and let him to bring me to climax as often as possible, my body loved those dirty games..."
"Do you want him again," I questioned, "would you do it again with him if he was still alive and here?"
"I don't know. I don't think I can answer that right now. But I know that I wanted you to know and decide about it. Mansi is so far away. There is no chance for us to see him again."
My mind went to an image of Meena that first time with Mansour back in our house. In my vision of them, I could see her pulling up her skirt around her waist and removing her panties as Mansour stood over her unbuckling his belt.
My cock was fully hard by then and I wanted to fuck Meena at once.
I began to strok the inside of her thigh, working my way to the crotch of her panties.
She was so wet! Meena was soaking wet from her memories of Mansour!
The memories of their time together and her sexual experiences with him still with her, I thought.
As I felt the softness of her nylon covered pussy, she began to tug at her skirt, just the way I had imagined her with Mansour.
Meena ripped off her panties and lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs to receive me.
I plunged my hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. Damn, it felt so good.
After we had finished, I held her close for a long time.
I was surprised that I had become so aroused by her confessions and memories, but this time without worry to lose her, without jealousy, because I knew now where is the border, where I am standing for her and what and how she feels about me.
Pleased that she trusted me with such a heavy burden that she carried.
I loved her even more then, at that moment, as I realized again how much we can enjoy still more the sex, with each other and with others...
* * *
I thought about other couples, are there many who have such inclinations, so open to each other, if not, why not? why should one forgo so many unfounded, self-generated prohibitions and obstacles to enjoyment in such a short time that one has for life, our drop-life phase of being, the only phase of existence in which we separate ourselves from mother ocean and become an independent ego?
Many of the men are critical of women like Meena, calling them all sorts of derogatory names, even in this and similar sites.
At the same time many men think of husbands of these women as spineless wimps.
Others are like me-aroused by the thought of other men experiencing sex with a woman they love.
What, I wonder, would the response of those men be if they experienced the same thing that I did with Meena?
Just trust, trust in each other, in the inclinations and desires of yourself and your partner and believe in each other.
To be one with him or her, which is really possible if you are honest with yourself and your surroundings...
* * *
After that before sleeping, we were lounging in bed, making out, engaged in hot pillow talk and fantasy play.
We both were narrating our phantasies and thoughts of Meena making love to others, while I was fingering her.
She was incredibly aroused, wet, and had two intense orgasms in fairly short succession as I played out my fantasies of her engaging in hot, dirty sex with Mansour.
I felt a combined sensation, like my heart might stop; light-headed, hot, short of breath, and the simultaneous intensity of arousal and lust,incongruent with hearing my wife tell me that she'd cheated on me.
My cock was throbbing, and my balls ached.
Meena said, "Did you like that baby? Did you like hearing me tell you all about fucking others?"
I managed to croak out a hoarse, "Yes. It was so hot sweetie..."
After that, she rolled toward me and pushed me onto my back.
I felt my cock was twitching, pulsing, and my balls ached with desire.
Meena kissed and licked my face then she got on top of me.
My cock was rock hard, and I really wanted to fuck her, and she was grinding her pussy against my stiffness.
I was on the verge of cumming and she sensed it.
She was looking into my eyes, and kept talking about Mansor, "You know that, my uncle Mansour was such a dirty boy. He always wanted me to fuck him when he was here, like I was some kind of little whore..."
I unloaded in Meena at that moment, pumping my balls dry into her.
I asked if she wants me to finish her too.
Meena said, "no, not now."Then out of the blue, Meena blurted out, "Do you want to know about my opinion about a relation to Jalal?"
I thought about it for a moment, she continued, "You know, Jalal is different, he is not Mansi, he is softer, more romantic, a mixture of you and Mansour perhaps, if I may say so, if I am allowed to choose one of them for sex I will not hold back for a moment from choosing Mansour, although I do not yet know Jalal's qualities...?"
I finally responded, "I understand."
"Maybe then, should I happen, accidentally, to know him better, I will change my mind about it," she Added and giggled.
"You can't leave things like that to chance, my dear lady!" I smiled.
Meena said: "I didn’t fucked Jalal. But I guess he knows now more about me, and my expectations. He wanted me to hang out with him and his plans for his future life, but he knows now, He knows that we, me and you, are one and we don’t want to go any separate way, and she added, with him I could not have any deep physical relation because of this. I would have been bothered by the feeling of betrayal if I had been more deeply involved with him. I would have had more the feeling that I’m cheating on you."
Kneeling beside me, Meena went on, with her hand on my thigh, "You know it is fun to dance and flirt with him. Even more, but he is Jalal, a good friend, may be a good lover for bed but not more. I didn't really want to go with him as my man, so perhaps he was and is disappointed, but I didn't and don’t care, out unit, mine and yours, must not
be disturbed or even touched, he understood that, just like when Mansour understood that..."
Meena set the scene telling me about her sexual desires after discovering some of her hidden desires while Mansour time, which I knew partly but we and specially she had never spoke about so straight. She said she enjoys a passionate time with older men. I didn't ask earlier but I knew this now it became reasonably obvious.
If an older man delivers the dominant forceful sex, Meena admitted would be what she will enjoys the best.
It was her description of how much she loved the loss of control the dominance and even the unpredictable use...
That touched me deeply and at the same time excited me again.
What she emphasized again and again, however, was that this only applies to light aggressive form in erotic moments and during sex, and under no circumstances should it be mixed with brutality, much more controlling...
She spoke: "The main reason why I was so drawn to Mansi, apart from the fact that I always saw him as my dear, nice uncle, was that firstly he made me aware of what my body wants and needs, but please don't mix up this with feelings like love, which he later understood and had to accept. And secondly, he was almost the kind of man who could give me that. I love you but you are too nice Nadir, you are not a wild person, you cannot be a beast, a wild animal…
I think it was the taboo that fascinated me so much, my uncle, the idea that I am at his mercy, being used, being a total slut for him. It was an amazing feeling. I felt like he ‘owns’ me, my body at those certain moments.
The amazing feeling that he could use me however he wanted. There was nothing I could do to stop him… It felt so… Hot and wonderful… I have always been a good girl for you, Nadir. It was amazing to just be a wild slut for Mansour. Really wild!
You are too civilized as they say these days. But I love you so much that because of my love to you, I can do without going to bed with a wild, primitive animal/human.
Having sex with you is different but for me it's like being in heaven, and I can be satisfied with it, if you want.
For you and my love for you, I will give up everything, I swear. I can't live without you, but I certainly can live without other kinds of sex..."
I thought about my young wife, this was not so clear to me, her this side of personality. I had a hunch, a sense, but nothing more.
Not that profound. I was reassured that this inclination was only sexual and physical, and had nothing to do with love generally, and her for me, especially.
Knowing that the rest of the world observed her as an attractive, gifted academician, university lecturer and conservative soon-professor.
Only I was aware that when she allowed her outward, caring professional persona to be unmasked, a sexual, sometimes kinky tigress resided beneath the cloaked image. I was the very thankful beneficiary of that side of my sexy wife's divergent personality...
* * *
On Tuesday I stayed at home again.
Meena had to work for a short time, only until 2 p.m.
Right after breakfast, before she left, I showed her all my hidden cameras!
I've wanted to do that since the day before when we opened up to each other.
That I had installed such spy cameras in our house to observe her, didn't bother her at all.
She said that these cameras show how important she is to me, how much I love her, how much I desire her and how much I'm interested in her activities...
* * *
The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the reflections of events that changes our life. How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.
After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena, to reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.
As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, her consciousness. There was always for me a struggles between desire and humiliation. since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship. Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.
* * *
Afternoon, as she was back at home, my beautiful wife Meena jumped into my arms and pressed her big breasts to my chest while looking at me with a joyful look on her beautiful face.
"Tonight, we will make love like we haven't in a long time, I love you, but first I have to do my exercises..."
Then she reached down and playfully gripped my cock through my jeans, "Actually, I am now so horny, but I had to wait until in bed, I just want to get in your pant’s big boy,"
"I want you to put on the lingerie that Jalal gave you, for me, would you do that? Please? You know I love the sexy lingerie on you?" I asked.
"Yes sure, my baby, if you like… I hope you're going to like!" Her big brown eyes flashed as she smiled mischievously.
I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when you were twenty,"
"Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!" Meena giggled...
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Nadir's Narration:
It was around lunchtime when we, Mitra and I, packed our suitcases, her big one and mine small, into the cars.
Our last conversation before we hugged and kissed goodbye was...
"Promise me that you'll..." she said.
"Am going home now? Yes, I promise, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else," I smiled, "and thank you for the rescue mission, you were my rescue angel, commissioned by the universe."
Then we exchanged phone numbers, and I promised that I would get in touch with her soon.
And we drove off...
* * *
I was home at about 3 o'clock.
Everything was quiet and Meena wasn't there yet.
She always worked a little longer on Mondays.
After changing and having a lemonade, I quickly went up to my study and played the recordings from the last two days since I left.
There wasn't much to see. Meena was often in the kitchen tidying up, or reading in the bedroom and watching TV, or just lying on the couch, closing her eyes and listening to Mozart.
Only on Saturday evening after I left did she speak to Jalal on the phone, and not for long. I could only hear her one-sidedly during conversations, but his speaking was inaudible.
This time she had spoken on the phone in the bedroom and not in the living room, where, the microphones of my hidden cameras were a bit far away.
That's why her voice was easier to understand.
Meena: ‘Hi, Jalal, how are you?’
"…“
‘Yes, but at the moment he is not at home,’
"…“
‘I am sorry, but we have no time the next days to visit you’
"…“
‘Sorry but I don’t want to hurt Nadir… I prefer that if at all, I meet you together with him, I am so sorry Jalal but it I don't want to complicate the situation,’
"… “
‘Thanks, that you understand it,’
"… “
‘Oh… We don’t know yet whether Nadir has the next weekend off, he doesn't know yet...’
"… “
'No, I would like to visit your ranch and spend a few days in nature and fresh air with you, but you know that I'm not doing this alone, never…'
"… “
‘Yes, sure, you can come around before your trip,’
"… “
‘Thank you, Jalal, I hope you too, see you then, bye.’...
* * *
After about two hours Meena was home.
When she saw me, she ran into my arms, hugged me and squeezed me tightly and started crying.
After a few minutes of her howling voice being clearly audible in the room, I tried calming her down.
We separated and I asked her to sit down.
Meena’s pretty eyes were full of tears, "Where were you Nadir, my world collapsed, Ithought I had lost you; I thought I lost my life and me…" she said with trembling voice.
"I was searching Meena, looking for my lost world, then, I saw my angel, and she saved me... she saved our love and our life, she saved you too, for me…" I spoke.
"I am relieved! Now I am really relieved, I missed you and I needed you…" she smiled, and hugged me again.
"I love you my girl, I love you and I beg you to forgive me," I said.
She replied, "Why are you saying such a thing Nadir, why are you making me so sad," and she cried.
"I am your woman, and I must kiss your hands and ask for forgiveness, Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I broke your heart ... I am still your Meena, same as you saw me and told me about your love to me, I am still your 14 years old girl, as you charmed her with your eyes and smile."
"I thought I am losing you Meena, I am losing you to him, to Jalal, I had the feeling just like those days with Mansour, I am so sorry baby" I said sadly.
"Oh… Jalal… He can’t be… I love you baby, I am yours, I was always yours... You are who occupies me, my soul and my body… As long as you want it, and as long as you love me," she said.
"I know it, now I know it. You are not so easily gotten rid of me, not more, Meena!"
"Nor are you Nadir, nor are you…" And she smiled, "I felt your presence in last two days more than ever, here in our home and in my bed and especially in my heart…"
* * *
Meena prepared a little something for dinner and until late evening we talked about our life, our past days, our past months and years.
First, she assumed me that on Friday evening, when she got up before going to sleep and undressed, she spontaneously decided and wanted to tell me everything about the past week and meeting details with Jalal, while we were making love, but the situation went wrong.
Then we talked about others. About all the people who played a role in the last time in our life.
I spoke about Mitra, and Meena said she would like to meet her.
We talked about Jalal and what I and she, each one of us thought of him and the expectations of each of us from the relationship with him.
We talked about our Inclinations, desires, our erotic preferences that we were not sure, whether the other person would agree with, and we came to some results.
We talked about that everybody, man or woman is fighting a battle between selfish lust and wanting to be a person of decency and integrity.
But where is the border between these two meanings?
About the truth that men and women don’t know about each other.
I said that I knew that Meena and so many women like to be ruled up when it comes to sexuality.
This is the real feminism, as nature planed, I said.
Meena confessed that she loves the dirty talking while sex.
She said that she could fall off the orgasmic cliff if I had called her a slut or a bitch and such dirty names during sex, just as she's about to come.
And she told me that she believes any normal woman could be stimulated sexually when it comes to dirty talking.
She seemed almost apologetic.
'You know me, you know I'm not a feminist,' she told, 'But I am also not a submissive type, nevertheless I can't help it, that some such words make me insane. In a really good way.' and smiled, shyly.
Then she lowered her eyelids to the table. Then she emphasized that she knows some women love degrading sex, but this is not degrading.
Especially if a woman is bold and an independent woman outside the bedroom, inside the bedroom other rules prevail.
This has nothing to do with integrity, it means not that you like to be a sex slave or a whore.
She told that with Mansour, who in first instance actually bangd her, she had countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment.
Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.
She didn’t want to speak with me about, those days, definitely not.
But now she knows that it was a mistake.
She should have talked about it, then she would have suffered less.
She spoke about how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her family, and Mansour's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within her until she became his willing fuck toy.
But then after first time, she couldn't even stop herself from kissing him back.
Her body accepted Mansi as a real man who could possess her physically. But she knew that it was just her body, her physical existence. Then she realized that she couldn't control the animalistic impulses of her own body.
A single fat tear ran down her cheek as she talked about it.
Later, times at nights, she lay quietly in the dark next to me, pondering the situation and the nightmares that awaited her and her husband, me.
Between the various contacts with her husband and her uncle, who was her rapist, incomprehensible circumstances occurred that brought her into this terrible situation.
The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.
Then after a while her thoughts changed.
No, it wasn't her fault, it was the sexual talents of a powerful older man who had been locked up for the last few years.
Mansour’s massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any sexually normal woman could ever experience.
And she, Meena, his niece, did - again and again.
Both assets of gratification and Mansour's powerfully rough hands had been on an unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout those dissolute nights.
Meena spoke about how her uncle had skilfully awakened her pussy to the highest limits of capabilities and easily brought her to numerous pleasurable orgasms before turning the tables and making the serious academic and respectable university lecturer beg for his cock like a cheap slut.
As Meena was speaking, my thoughts returned to her and what her mental condition must be like following those long nights.
The fight, battle, between selfish lust of her body, and her wanting to be a person of decency and integrity, her pain, her suffering and her collapse...
I put my arms around her and held her close, wanting her, desiring her.
"But" I wanted to know, "did you love him?"
"Those days I did not know. I thought I did, but now I am sure that not... I wanted him to possess me physically, I wished and let him to bring me to climax as often as possible, my body loved those dirty games..."
"Do you want him again," I questioned, "would you do it again with him if he was still alive and here?"
"I don't know. I don't think I can answer that right now. But I know that I wanted you to know and decide about it. Mansi is so far away. There is no chance for us to see him again."
My mind went to an image of Meena that first time with Mansour back in our house. In my vision of them, I could see her pulling up her skirt around her waist and removing her panties as Mansour stood over her unbuckling his belt.
My cock was fully hard by then and I wanted to fuck Meena at once.
I began to strok the inside of her thigh, working my way to the crotch of her panties.
She was so wet! Meena was soaking wet from her memories of Mansour!
The memories of their time together and her sexual experiences with him still with her, I thought.
As I felt the softness of her nylon covered pussy, she began to tug at her skirt, just the way I had imagined her with Mansour.
Meena ripped off her panties and lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs to receive me.
I plunged my hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. Damn, it felt so good.
After we had finished, I held her close for a long time.
I was surprised that I had become so aroused by her confessions and memories, but this time without worry to lose her, without jealousy, because I knew now where is the border, where I am standing for her and what and how she feels about me.
Pleased that she trusted me with such a heavy burden that she carried.
I loved her even more then, at that moment, as I realized again how much we can enjoy still more the sex, with each other and with others...
* * *
I thought about other couples, are there many who have such inclinations, so open to each other, if not, why not? why should one forgo so many unfounded, self-generated prohibitions and obstacles to enjoyment in such a short time that one has for life, our drop-life phase of being, the only phase of existence in which we separate ourselves from mother ocean and become an independent ego?
Many of the men are critical of women like Meena, calling them all sorts of derogatory names, even in this and similar sites.
At the same time many men think of husbands of these women as spineless wimps.
Others are like me-aroused by the thought of other men experiencing sex with a woman they love.
What, I wonder, would the response of those men be if they experienced the same thing that I did with Meena?
Just trust, trust in each other, in the inclinations and desires of yourself and your partner and believe in each other.
To be one with him or her, which is really possible if you are honest with yourself and your surroundings...
* * *
After that before sleeping, we were lounging in bed, making out, engaged in hot pillow talk and fantasy play.
We both were narrating our phantasies and thoughts of Meena making love to others, while I was fingering her.
She was incredibly aroused, wet, and had two intense orgasms in fairly short succession as I played out my fantasies of her engaging in hot, dirty sex with Mansour.
I felt a combined sensation, like my heart might stop; light-headed, hot, short of breath, and the simultaneous intensity of arousal and lust,incongruent with hearing my wife tell me that she'd cheated on me.
My cock was throbbing, and my balls ached.
Meena said, "Did you like that baby? Did you like hearing me tell you all about fucking others?"
I managed to croak out a hoarse, "Yes. It was so hot sweetie..."
After that, she rolled toward me and pushed me onto my back.
I felt my cock was twitching, pulsing, and my balls ached with desire.
Meena kissed and licked my face then she got on top of me.
My cock was rock hard, and I really wanted to fuck her, and she was grinding her pussy against my stiffness.
I was on the verge of cumming and she sensed it.
She was looking into my eyes, and kept talking about Mansor, "You know that, my uncle Mansour was such a dirty boy. He always wanted me to fuck him when he was here, like I was some kind of little whore..."
I unloaded in Meena at that moment, pumping my balls dry into her.
I asked if she wants me to finish her too.
Meena said, "no, not now."Then out of the blue, Meena blurted out, "Do you want to know about my opinion about a relation to Jalal?"
I thought about it for a moment, she continued, "You know, Jalal is different, he is not Mansi, he is softer, more romantic, a mixture of you and Mansour perhaps, if I may say so, if I am allowed to choose one of them for sex I will not hold back for a moment from choosing Mansour, although I do not yet know Jalal's qualities...?"
I finally responded, "I understand."
"Maybe then, should I happen, accidentally, to know him better, I will change my mind about it," she Added and giggled.
"You can't leave things like that to chance, my dear lady!" I smiled.
Meena said: "I didn’t fucked Jalal. But I guess he knows now more about me, and my expectations. He wanted me to hang out with him and his plans for his future life, but he knows now, He knows that we, me and you, are one and we don’t want to go any separate way, and she added, with him I could not have any deep physical relation because of this. I would have been bothered by the feeling of betrayal if I had been more deeply involved with him. I would have had more the feeling that I’m cheating on you."
Kneeling beside me, Meena went on, with her hand on my thigh, "You know it is fun to dance and flirt with him. Even more, but he is Jalal, a good friend, may be a good lover for bed but not more. I didn't really want to go with him as my man, so perhaps he was and is disappointed, but I didn't and don’t care, out unit, mine and yours, must not
be disturbed or even touched, he understood that, just like when Mansour understood that..."
Meena set the scene telling me about her sexual desires after discovering some of her hidden desires while Mansour time, which I knew partly but we and specially she had never spoke about so straight. She said she enjoys a passionate time with older men. I didn't ask earlier but I knew this now it became reasonably obvious.
If an older man delivers the dominant forceful sex, Meena admitted would be what she will enjoys the best.
It was her description of how much she loved the loss of control the dominance and even the unpredictable use...
That touched me deeply and at the same time excited me again.
What she emphasized again and again, however, was that this only applies to light aggressive form in erotic moments and during sex, and under no circumstances should it be mixed with brutality, much more controlling...
She spoke: "The main reason why I was so drawn to Mansi, apart from the fact that I always saw him as my dear, nice uncle, was that firstly he made me aware of what my body wants and needs, but please don't mix up this with feelings like love, which he later understood and had to accept. And secondly, he was almost the kind of man who could give me that. I love you but you are too nice Nadir, you are not a wild person, you cannot be a beast, a wild animal…
I think it was the taboo that fascinated me so much, my uncle, the idea that I am at his mercy, being used, being a total slut for him. It was an amazing feeling. I felt like he ‘owns’ me, my body at those certain moments.
The amazing feeling that he could use me however he wanted. There was nothing I could do to stop him… It felt so… Hot and wonderful… I have always been a good girl for you, Nadir. It was amazing to just be a wild slut for Mansour. Really wild!
You are too civilized as they say these days. But I love you so much that because of my love to you, I can do without going to bed with a wild, primitive animal/human.
Having sex with you is different but for me it's like being in heaven, and I can be satisfied with it, if you want.
For you and my love for you, I will give up everything, I swear. I can't live without you, but I certainly can live without other kinds of sex..."
I thought about my young wife, this was not so clear to me, her this side of personality. I had a hunch, a sense, but nothing more.
Not that profound. I was reassured that this inclination was only sexual and physical, and had nothing to do with love generally, and her for me, especially.
Knowing that the rest of the world observed her as an attractive, gifted academician, university lecturer and conservative soon-professor.
Only I was aware that when she allowed her outward, caring professional persona to be unmasked, a sexual, sometimes kinky tigress resided beneath the cloaked image. I was the very thankful beneficiary of that side of my sexy wife's divergent personality...
* * *
On Tuesday I stayed at home again.
Meena had to work for a short time, only until 2 p.m.
Right after breakfast, before she left, I showed her all my hidden cameras!
I've wanted to do that since the day before when we opened up to each other.
That I had installed such spy cameras in our house to observe her, didn't bother her at all.
She said that these cameras show how important she is to me, how much I love her, how much I desire her and how much I'm interested in her activities...
* * *
The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the reflections of events that changes our life. How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.
After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena, to reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.
As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, her consciousness. There was always for me a struggles between desire and humiliation. since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship. Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.
* * *
Afternoon, as she was back at home, my beautiful wife Meena jumped into my arms and pressed her big breasts to my chest while looking at me with a joyful look on her beautiful face.
"Tonight, we will make love like we haven't in a long time, I love you, but first I have to do my exercises..."
Then she reached down and playfully gripped my cock through my jeans, "Actually, I am now so horny, but I had to wait until in bed, I just want to get in your pant’s big boy,"
"I want you to put on the lingerie that Jalal gave you, for me, would you do that? Please? You know I love the sexy lingerie on you?" I asked.
"Yes sure, my baby, if you like… I hope you're going to like!" Her big brown eyes flashed as she smiled mischievously.
I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when you were twenty,"
"Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!" Meena giggled...
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter---------
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