11-11-2025, 05:26 AM
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Meena was letting out loud and throaty muffled grunts of "Ungm…Ungm…" into Jalal's mouth with his successive thrusting up into her.
"God…" I muttered at the sight and sound of it.
She managed to free an arm to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
Jalal took hold of Meena's waist and just kept fucking her.
Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she clearly mouthed, "Please,… too much... "
That was it.
I saw her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air.
Jalal gave Meena away a moment. Just enough for her catching her breath, too.
"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."
"What… what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath. "You okay, Meena?" he asked.
She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils.
"Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in his arms.
"You sure?" he insisted.
Again, she swallowed before answering, "Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was... that was relentless..."
I blinked at them on my screen, not sure what to make of it, should I go in and stop that?
He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face, "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah... Jalal..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt him from advancing on her, "Just...God... Just a second, okay?"
When she could, Meena mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at my camera, her rapid breath Hard, I saw.
"What is it? What should I do" I asked myself, but actually my question concerned her.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"Of course, Meena. Whatever you say, babe," he said softly and asked, "Should we stop? Don't you want...?"
I glanced at Jalal and noticed he is watching her intently if he is worried.
He pulled away to stare down at her.
Meena just looked back up at him, biting her lip, if she is not sure what to answer.
"Did I do something wrong?" Jalal asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward door., "I didn't mean…"
"Jalal," Meena said, still staring at him, "Today's not a good day for me... If you know what I mean, I have some pain..." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at my camera, waiting for his reaction.
I suspected that it is a day or two before her period and that is why her genitals are so sensitive.
"You mean is there a risk of pregnancy?" Jalal asked.
"No, no, not for me, I am safe… " she smiled, "but you are very... you go very deep... I mean your…" Meena added shyly and continued, "that's good, it's very nice but these are days when I'm very sensitive..."
"Aha... Doki is... I mean you're used to something different..." Jalal smiled.
"Somehow different..." she looked at the camera again, shyly again...
"Ohh… too painful? I am so sorry…" he was obviously bothered.
"Ehmmm, I am sorry baby…" she said up at camera again with sad eyes, "Kinda…"she said looking down to her side.
"Mmph," I groaned at her words.
"Aw," Jalal said, lazily looking at her, "Sorry Meena, I don't want you to hate me."
Meena turned her head to look back at him.
Jalal just stared at Meena.
She faced forward again, looking up at camera.
I sensed if she wanted to speak with me, 'To be honest, Nadir...I want it so bad right now, but he is too long and big. But I know you want see me... don't you.'I was in a bit of haze from the last minute.
Seeing Meena fucked so silly just two minutes before, and finally, her still acknowledging the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something, to let him...
Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, I knew that she cannot see me, but I nodded, because she was right.
She smiled up at camera but not so obviously that he could notice, making sure she stared long enough for me to notice the twinkle in her eye.
"So, should I leave Meena? What do you mean?" Jalal asked her.
Meena bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at him.
"It means, baby..." she said, looking at him smiling, "I mean, we going to do this, I want it, I want you badly…" with her eyes lingering on him, Meena turned and walked a step toward him.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard,
"Have a seat." Jalal went to speak, but Meena cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed."
Jalal climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his back against the headboard...
He watched with his mouth hanging open as she crawled up on the bed, instinctively raising up his left arm as she curled up next to him.
Meena stuck her tongue over her upper lip, pausing to look up at him, then took the base of his cock in her left hand, wrapping her ringed fingers over all the loose skin that made up the top of his nuts sack and slowly tugged it up over the root of his cock shaft.
Jalal's eye drooped and he let out a long sigh as his arm fall over Meena's shoulders.
I felt faint. 'Uhhh, Meena,' I mumbled.
She looked at Jalal, biting her lip as she lazily stroked the wide base of Jalal's cock shaft, the middle column of which was flexed prominently under her grip.
She held it out in front of her, examining the large head so closely she looked cross eyed.
"Have you enjoyed fucking me previously with this thing Jalal?" Meena whispered, giving the head a kiss, making it twitch.
"Oooh," he moaned.
He was flexing his cock in Meena's grip.
She just stared at it, shaking her head.
"God... I'm going to have this big cock," she whispered. "Your big hard cock."
She started stroking it again and glanced over at him.
'Wow,' I said under my breath. I had a hard on.
Meena looked back down at it and slowly leaned closer, rapidly flicking her tongue.
"Yes... please…" Jalal groaned out as his head fell back against the headboard.
"Yeah?" Meena asked softly, "feels good?"
"Ohhhh..." he groaned as she took went on.
Jalal rest a hand on the top of Meena's head waiting for her to contine.
She held still on him and began jerking all the loose nut sack skin in her hand up and down the base of his cock, glancing around.
"Mmmm," she moaned over it as she continued jerking Jalal's shaft.
Meena tilted her head back to look at him, then returned her attention to his cock. While holding it up with her right hand, she began running the nails of her left hand over his entire nut sack and up the underside of his cock and back down again.
Jalal moaned out loud.
Meena grinned and bit her lip, tilting her head back to look up at him.
Jalal’s eyes were shut and his mouth hung open.
Meena began jerking the base faster, still straining to look up at him.
Jalal’s mouth opened wider.
She looked again at the head of his long dick and and began jerking the skin around the base of it faster and faster, once more stopping and staring at Jalal's eyes. She probably thought the whole time that I was watching her and her activity, although she hadn't looked in the direction of the camera for the last few minutes, probably so as not to draw Jalal's attention to it.
She stared at him as she slowly stroked his now very hard dick, her shoulders rising and falling with her excited breath.
For a moment I noticed that she had turned her hand slightly and glanced down at her wedding rings.
I didn’t know if Jalal noticed that. It was a very stimulating and erotic glance.
But unfortunately only lasted a short time.
But then another sinfull movement from her occurred. Meena looked at him and flicked her ring at him with a sexy squint of the eyes.
Then she stared again at her left hand as she slowly rolled it up and down Jalal's length.
Her rings glinting bright against the wet brown skin of his thick shaft.
He moaned again and Meena turned to look up at him.
"You like fucking a married woman, Jalal?" she asked, jerking him.
"Hell yess, if her name Meena is…" he whispered back to her.
He was slowly pumping his hips up into her hand.
"Yes? Young married women? Do you like married Meena? Do you want to stuff this big cock, inside Meena’s little pussy and make her scream and beg for more?"
"Meena..."I said, my mouth hanging open as I leaned toward monitor.
I felt like my boner was going to explode at any moment.
She just stared back at him as she jerked Jalal's cock.
"Hell yes…" he groaned in response.
"Mak her cum? Oooh!" Meena said through pursed lips as she stared at his cock in her hand.
"Shaking me up and down on this big, long cock! Ohhh!" she groaned, quickly engulfing the head with a whimper and then holding it to look at again.
"You want to fuck my little pussy Jalal, you wanted it since you saw me for first time, and now you are here with your big cock. Mmm'ahhh," Meena moaned as she stared at it.
"I'm holding your big cock in my bedroom. Uhhh! Ohhhh my God..." Meena moaned as she looked at the big head.
I nodded as I stared at screen and rubbed my crotch.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "…baby..." She looked up at Jalal.
"Going take care of your cock Jalal," she whined sexily at him as she jerked his shaft. Then, looking back at it, "Take care of it with my little pussy..."
'God!' I gushed, feeling my eyes droop.
'Uhhh… God, Meena,' I groaned. 'I like seeing your pretty little face while you take care of it... Of his big, hard rofd…' I stammered in a lust filled daze.
She bit her lip at him with an, "You like watching me take care of this cock?"
"Yeah," he nodded through half closed eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked with honest sincerity in her eyes.
"I made it all hard and now I'm gonna take care of it... Like a good girl, Jalal…" and watched slightly trembling, shining head of his dick.
"Ummm!" Meena gasped instinctively using her upper lip to clear the saliva that had formed over her bottom lip and swallowing as she exhaled through her nostrils, looking at the cock in her hand. She tilt her head back to look at Jalal as she lazily stroked his shaft.
"This okay?" she asked, gently cupping his egg-sized nuts and olling them in her tiny hand like a pair of Boading balls.
Jalal just look back at her with lustful hazy eyes.
'God damn that's sexy looking,' I said under my breath.
'Goddd!' I said under my breath, staring at Meena like a dreamer.
I was a witness the whole time that Meena now dominates the scene.
She was doing whatever she wanted with him and me.
Meena stopped and spit into her left hand, then began jerking his cock from top to bottom, getting another groan from Jalal as he lifted his head to look down at her.
His cock had become super rigid in Meena's slickened grip.
Even me could hear it.
She jerked him faster, looking at him as she did with an increasingly furrowed brow.
"What's a mature man doing with such a big cock?" she whispered hotly at the large head she was rolling in her palm.Jalal just stared down at Meena with his mouth hanging open as she stroked him.
"Fuck that hot ass pussy," he mumbled with half closed eyes.
"Oooh…yeah?" Meena whined, tilting her head to look back at him.
"Fucking my little hot pussy? Fucking me good? Mmmm!" she moaned turning back to look at it as she stroked it.
I coulnt stand it longer, her gaze, her wedding ring and her playing with that larg dick and above all her words, her unspoken request to be taken from his boner, were too much for me. I reached down and and freed my throbbing hard on and started jerking.
It didn't take long before I squirted in my fist, and had to reach for some paper towels over my desk.
Jalal just sat as he was, breathing heavy as he stared down at Meena.
"I just...want to get in your hot married pussy Meena, you know?" he said looking down at her. "Meena?" he asked.
Meena bit her lip and gave him an anxious gaze in return to what he had said.
"I wanna fuck your married, hot pussy," he said, pumping his hips up.
This got Meena's attention and she resumed slowly stroking him as she looked back at him.
"God Jalal," she whispered at him.
"I can stop... if it is painful… I promise," he said to her.
"Byby," Meena said softly, reaching to caress his cheek.
"I wanna get inside you Meena," he stammered, flexing his cock in her hand and causing her to look at it.
“Ohhh…" came her quivering sigh.
She looked back at his dick, bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continued stroking him.
She very slowly began pushing and pulling her hips.
"Can you take me inside you again?" he asked softly.
"Ehmmm," Meena whimpered faintly.
Then after pausing a moment, she nodded to him.
"Yeah? Do you let me?" he asked.
Meena took a deep breath and nodded again, looking from him to the cock she was stroking and back to him again, an earnest look in her eyes.
'God that's sexy.' I whispered.
Jalal scoot back to sit against the headboard.
Meena stayed as she was for a moment, then sat on one hip, then scoot back where she was, curled up next to Jalal on his left.
She took his cock in her left hand and slowly stroked it as she stared at it, "Oh my God," she sighed at the long dick, then flicked her head, tossing her hair over to one side.
"Did you want doing that to me, Jalal?" she asked, not bothering to look up at him.
"Hell yeah," he exhaled as he looked down at her.
"Yes?" Meena moaned as she jerked his cock head faster with a loose grip.
She turned to look up at him.
"You like fucking me good and hard and making me take all this big cock? mmph…God!" Meena whimpered.
After a few more minutes of stroking she began jerking the base wildly, gettin a steady low groan from Jalal.
"Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.
"I'm about to cum, Meena" he groaned.
Jalal moaned louder.
"Mmmm… Come on," Meena moaned stroked hard, staring at Jalal's cock as she jerked it silly.
"Oh yee'... Ohh!!"
"Mmmm!!"
Jalal suddenly tensed up, flexing his calves, and then began to cum, "Ohhhh Goodddd!! Oh my Goddddd that is ssoooo goood!!"
Meena frantically jerked the base of his cock as his shaft flexed and pulse with seminal delivery.
'Oh Goddd...' I stammered, beside myself with lust.
Jalal just writhed against the headboard as she jerked him silly. Jalal's cock pulsed in her jerking grip and several ropes of cum shot over her eye and forehead and in her hair, getting another, "Oh!" from Meena and causing her to reflexively rear back, blinking.
She took a deep breath and took the head of his rod as she milked the cum from it.
Jalal's convulsing hips was the only movement from him, holding each time to squeeze them up, only to quickly release and immediately squeeze up again.
Again Meena breathed in deep and popped as she jerked Jalal's cock, drops of cum flinging from the end of it.
The mess on her face was dripping from her forehead and down her cheek and hanging from her chin as she stroked him.
Another thick rope of cum suddenly pulsed out and lapped across her open mouth, just coating her bottom lip and chin with a sheen of sperm.
"Oooh!" she whined sexily.
Meena just stared at her tiny cum covered fingers as she rolled them up over the head of Jalal's cock.
When she finally stopped she swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and looking around as strands of cum dripped from her face and hung from her chin. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up at Jalal.
"You cum a lot," she said, blinking at him as she slowly stroked the head of his cock, "Wow."
Meena's face was a mess. It was dripping with cum.
“Damn," he said, staring down at her, then let his head fall back.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned.
"Did I do a good job for you Jalal?" she asked softly, turning to look up at him smiling as she gently smacked the head of his penis against her cheek.
"Hell yeah," he sighed without opening his eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, giving the head of his penis a breif stroke.
"Oh!" he moaned.
Meena exhaled a weary smile as she turned back to his thick still partly erected stem in her hand.
"I enjoyed serving your big cock," Meena spoke softly.
Then she squeezed up the shaft and over the head and a thick glob of semen came out.
Meena bit her lip with a worried looking "Mmmm!", she said and then looked deeply at his softening organ.
Meena reached for the night stand next to her and took some paper towels and cleanedmher hands, but not her face.
Then she just rolled over onto her back with her arms flung out and sighed.
It was so hot to see her relax with semen streaked across her face. She had a glass of water on the night stand and Jalal leaned over her to reach it.
He took it and gave Meena.
"Thank you," she said, propping herself up to take a drink, finishing the glass in three gulps.
"Can I use your bathroom? " Jalal asked and got up.
"Yes, sure," and showed him the door.
I thought yes, Meena didn't want to have real sex with him anymore, at least not today, because of discomfort and pain she felt before…
Jalal came back after one minute. I could see his dangling, long cock was still half erect.
Meena noticed this too and smiled.
Then he lay back down on the bed.
Meena turned to look at him and then grabbed his penis and gently caressed it.
The big stem flinched briefly and became noticeably harder.
"Obviously he wants some more attention,"Meena said and giggled.
Then she got up.
We, Jalal, there near her, and me, in front of my screen, watched Meena as she sauntered over to her closet, her spandex clad ass swaying from side to side.
She grabbed something from her closet, then walked toward bathroom saying, ”Just a Moment.”
It didn't even take two minutes for her to return.
She was wearing the gift he had given her, her sexy lingerie.
And how sexy and seductive she looked in it! She was simply hot.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed anything except for using a dark red lipstick. "You look great, baby... I knew...," Jalal mumbled as he stared at it.
I could see that his big rod was slowly waking and rising up again.
Meena, for sure too.
"Yeah?" Meena asked, still looking at him seductively, "I like it, thank you. You wanted to see me in it, now I am here…" and spun around for him and showed him back her shapely formed backside.
Suddenly an idea came into my head.
I took my phone and called Meena on her cell phone. I watched as she immediately noticed my name on screen and answered it.
“Meena, tell him that I got a call and am leaving and you could enjoy your time without interruption," I said.
“Really? Okay…." Meena whispered a little hoarsely, and quickly stopped the conversation on her phone.
I wanted to tell her that I'm staying there and continue watching them, and she should just say that to him. But our contact was dead. I thought that she obviously thinks I must leave for hospital because an emergency, that meant
she is thinking that they were really alone.
I have to admit something here; When I showed Meena my enhanced cameras, I intentionally didn't say that I always save the recordings and check or look at them later.
At that moment, I was embarrassed enough to even show them and admit that I was spying on her. And she didn’t about recording. My impression was that she thinks that the cameras only transmit the images at the moment and can only being observed live and that there is no recording function.
So, she couldn’t have known that I could also look at her activities later.
After that Meena turned to face Jalal and went to his bedside, which was actually mine!
She told him that I had to leave, and I am not at home more.
Then she spoke, “we are alone baby... completely alone at home, now," the, she lowers herself down to him.
"It's great, I'm glad we're not disturbed..." he said and stretched his hand toward Meena and pulled her to him in for a deep kiss.
While kissing, Meena took his hand and guided it up to her mound.
I was sure so he could feel how wet she was.
Meena let out a moan.
Her pussy was obviously soaked and was crying out for attention.
I guessed that Jalal realized that and immediately wanted to himself, drop to get a taste, but he waited.
He wanted to prolong the Moment and enjoy it, for sure, I thought.
His arm wrapped around her, he placed his left hand on the side of her rib cage, inches from her right breast.
Meena leaned more forward and rest her hand on his lower thigh.
Without saying a word, it takes no time for both of them to start running their hands slightly.
Her nails lightly scratching the skin just below his dick when she moved her fingers a bit higher but this time under his prick causing him to start breathing a bit heavier.
He was sitting upright now, and his hands were running up and down from the back of her shoulder blade around to her rib cage, grazing the side of her breast here and there.
Meena sat down on the bed opposite him and looked at him, while he was playing around her breast with his fingers.
"Are you enjoying this? kiss me, kiss me Jalal like you have always wanted to...“ whispered Meena with a seductive look on her face and with a sensual voice and so much feeling and desire that I knew right away, she is the opinion and believes that I left the house.
They were sitting there, practically only a few centimetres apart.
I knew that if something bothers me then it's my own fault. I could and can stop it at any time I thought but did I want to? No, definitely not, not at this Moment.
Jalal moved in slowly and briefly hesitant, looking into her eyes as she poked her tongue out to lick her lips when he moved in.
Their lips met for the first time without my disturbing presence, at least Meena thought about that at the moment, for sure.
It was the beginning, just a regular kiss but the softness of her delicious wet lips pulled him back in, this time locking in place.
Meena placed her hand around the back of his head. She was enjoying it obviously based on how tight she was pulling in as they opened their mouths allowing their tongues to meet.
They were kissing like they have both needed this. They were kissing each other so perfectly in sequence like they have done this a million times.
Meena moved her hand to grab his fully erect penis.
They stopped kissing for a Moment.
“You like that, baby?"she asked, knowing the answer and began to stroke his big dick.
"Oh… god, Meena… that feels amazing..."almost panting as he responded.
Meena pulled his foreskin back then pressed her thumb pressing down and began to circle around the tip of his cock, gliding easily from the pre cum.
Jalal kissed her once more before he started to kiss her neck and collarbone.
That made her nipples harden which were now out of her revealing negligee.
Meena went closer to him and used her free hand to pull one of her tits completely out of her nightie.
I could see my wife’s puffy nipple as Jalal moved his hand towards Meena’s exposed, hot and soft tit and give it a squeeze.
Meena’s body jolt as he played with her nipple, her mouth wide open trying to stay quiet and her eyes were closed.
As if he can't wait any longer to suck on it, with a quick bite of her nipple and swirl of the tongue around it, he then took as much of it in his mouth and start sucking on it.
I could sense the pure ecstasy of them both.
As Jalal took in and caressed my beautiful wife’s breast, he slowly began to run hand down the right slide of her body, briefly stopping at her hip when he started to feel her skin.
Then his attention shifted from his mouth sucking on her tit to the placement of his hand when he began to tickle the inside of her thigh, tracing his fingers in and around as he stopped to tease her some more when his fingers made contact with her genitals.
She moved one knee sideways to give him better access, a subtle hint for him to move his fingers in more. They slid around from the smoothness of her skin.
Her body quivered letting out a sigh before she leaned in using both of her hands and grabbed both sides of his face to pull herself in closer for another passionate kiss. Hot and sensual, Meena and Jalal were back to making out, this time with more desire.
The sounds they both made clearly dictated they both want more.
I could sense a wave of jealousy flowing through my whole body.
What did I do? I thought and told myself… On the other hand, my hard-on was denying my thoughts and was about to explode.
I wanted it to continue. I wanted to see her surrendering herself to him and wanting to see him conquer her and possess her femininity, just for that moment... until we are all satisfied.
She paused then firmly pushed on his chest, almost holding him to bed as she moved in.
Their bodies press against each other, her tits squeezing against his and her hard nipples poking into him.
She lifted her leg up to place it on his when her mouth parted from him and her lips begin to move lower.
I could sense that this gave Jala goosebumps of pleasure as Meena’s wet lips and soft tongue explore neck and chest of him.
With her leg bent, he moved his hand in closer, to slide a finger in her juicy pussy.
The Moment he started this, she spoke up, "Ohhhh, Jalal, baby, just don't stop, I love… I love…" letting out a sigh as Jalal’s one finger, then two sink right into her gushing cunt.
"I love you too my Meena, I love you too…” he spoke hoarsely.
Did I hear right; Did she say I love you? Did my wife tell this old man that she loves him?
“Yes… Yes… Ohhh… Jalal, baby…please make me…. I love your… I love your fingers in me…" Meena moaned and again continued to kiss him...
I was now a little relieved, she said she loves what he was doing, but maybe he intentionally interpreted it differently...
Meena was still kissing him as her hand reached down to his hard cock and rubbed his shaft softly.
I could see that his dick was soaked from the oozing pre cum.
Their breathing intensified obviously as Meena slid her left leg over Jalal’s right side to prop herself on top of him and began to dry hump him.
I guess Jalal could feel the wetness and form of her pussy gliding up and down his cock that so desperately needed to go into depth of her vagina, again.
I must admit that I was very impressed by his stamina and condition.
I would have cum at least twice by then, if I had had any time at all.
She reached back and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand as she straddled back and forth.
I imagined he will cum before they even fully get going, she was a tease yet incredibly sexy.
Jalal grabbed her by the hips as she straightened herself up and gave him the look of love, submission and anticipation, before slowly pulling off her nightie completely. Jalal’s eyes were locked in on the increasing visible bare skin the higher she lifted it.
The bottom of her boobs caused it to get stuck for a moment and he took this as his queue to help.
He slid his hands up her exposed stomach until he reached the bottom of her boobs and push the nightie over them, allowing her to pull the entire thing off.
The look in his eyes says it all, Jalal was completely in awe.
“Jalal, baby, no one has ever looked at me like you," Meena moaned, “at least not for a long Time,” she added with joy, as if the pleasure he was getting from my wife was her biggest compliment.
Meena was now completely nude.
Jalal reached up to feel both of her breasts, he gripped them and moved them in counter and counter clockwise motion, using his thumbs to graze her nipples in the process.
Meena’s body trembled with pleasure and she grinded a bit faster, then she reached down to stroke his cock once again.
I guessed his cock was soaked from both their pre cum, for sure.
Then she lovingly jerked his big stem off while she began to lower her upper body to him and slowly kisses all parts of his upper half in the process.
"Meena, get comfy and lie on your back." Jalal whispered.
In thought he wants to prevent his cumming, too soon.
Unsure exactly why, Meena just didn’t as she was told and began to spread her legs.
Jalal stopped for a moment to admire the sight of her dripping wet pussy right in front of him in her marital bed.
Nothing has ever looked so delicious, hot and kinky to me.
Jalal was about to move in when he looked back up at her.
"I'm going to taste you now, Meena, I want to taste your juices, your sweet juices…" then he added hoarsely, ”Just lay back let me pleasure you, be sure to tell me if you want me or don't want me to stop anything at any point, okay?"
And without giving her time to answer, he griped her hips in the perfect position when he took his first lick from the mound of my wife.
I looked at them as his tongue bristles right through her damp, right into my wife’s soaked cunt.
Jalal dug his long and fat tongue in deep to saviour the first taste as he suctioned his lips tight to the lips of her vagina.
He absorbed everything in, sucking in the juices of my wife’s pussy and I knew she tastes incredible.
Jalal swirled his tongue inside my wife’s vagina with no intent of stopping as he slid one of his hands at a slow pace from her hip towards her pussy.
His fingers trailed around the edge of her mound as his tongue lashed inside before digging his long middle finger inside of her.
Entirely focused on the inside of Meena’s legs until they quivered, and he briefly looked up at her but they didn’t make eye contact.
Her eyes were closed and mouth wide open as she attempted to stay quiet.
Meena began to grind her hips adding more rhythm when Jalal started to rub her clit with his big thumb, then she let out a moan. Juices continue to flow when she grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her chest.
He squeezed her left breast, her nipples felt obviously like rocks as he continued to eat out her pussy.
"Stop. Hold on, one sec, baby… Jalal, please!" she burst out as she pulled herself back.
He asked if everything is okay.
"Yes…oh god, yes!" she promptly responded with a smile before pulling her clothing completely off.
Jalal’s focus switched from her pussy as his face drew towards her breasts momentarily.
Meena suggested they switch sides and began to adjust her body on top of Jalal as he slid onto his back. She straddles his stomach, then she slid her hips higher until she reached his face and planted legs on each side then she glid the lips of her vagina onto her lips. This was not my Meena! She was always too shy to primarily suggest or do such a sex act!
Meena set herself down, leaving his mouth with nowhere to go but her vagina.
Jalal placed his hands on the cheeks of Meena’s ass and pulled her in even tighter as she supported herself by leaning against the headboard of the bed.
I could see that Meena’s tits rubbing the top of his head and he began to rub down the middle of her ass when she hunched back and reached towards his cock. She continues to rock herself back and forth with his mouth buried inside
of her as she strokes her shaft.
Meena let out a scream before pulling herself back again. She quickly slid herself down his body and began to grind his raging boner as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss.
I could sense and guess at this moment his cock and Meena’s pussy lips met together. I have to admit that after first ejaculation I was hard again! And this was after not more than some minutes from my first cumming, very strange
and rare.
Her grinding came close to a complete stop as he attempted to thrust his cock in deeper. I seemed to me, that finally his urge to be inside of her again intensified knowing it won't be long until they find the right spot.
Meena leaned in towards him and buried his face with her tits and Jalal began immediately to suck on them."Oh my God," she moaned out as her breathing picked up.
Her nipples hardened as he switched back and forth between sucking and nibbling on them.
Meena’s grinding briefly stopped. She straightened her back, her breasts depart from his mouth before she planted her hands down on his chest when his cock slid deeper inside her pussy.
I guess Jalal was unable to control his immediate reaction, he thrust his hips upwards into her body...
Meena put all of her body weight down onto him, until the most part of his long cock entered her before she fully engulfed it.
She began to grind back and forth slowly and then she grabbed both of his hands and pulled them towards her hips as pace of her grinding increased.
Jalal turned his attention upwards again to see the look of enjoyment on her face with her tits flopping around.
He tightened his grip on her hips as they continued to go harder, There was pure pleasure for the two of them.
It seemed if the only thing that mattered for this old man and my young wife, was the fact they were having sex after so many days of restraint.
I was fully erect and I thought if I touch my dick, I’ll explode. I know he won't last much longer but before he could ask her if he should pull out, she piped up.
"Oh God…it is amazing, your dick feels amazing, Jalal..." with an increased voice.
"Baby, I'm going to cum soon..." he told her before he cut off by both her words and her convulsing pussy suffocating his cock.
"Don't stop, Jalal! Don't stop, I'm going to cum any moment too. Cum inside me, just cum inside me!" she cried in that tone that a captain makes and a sailor instantly obeys.
"OK, here it comes. baby, I'm gonna cum any second now!" he told her.
"Me too, baby! Meeeee tooo, ohhhhh!" Meena yelled.
Their bodies freeze for a moment, and I thought that his jizz dripping out and fill inside of my wife.
At that moment I without thinking grabbed my penis and started jerking it wildly.
It took not more than some seconds until I squirt explosively for the second time in the last twenty minutes...
There was a brief moment of silence.
They both lay there without saying anything. Then Jalal began to gently stroke Meena's upper arm, first her close upper arm and then her left breast and nipple.
Meena giggled briefly and withdrew; I thought it tickled. But then she turned to the side, to him, then she looked down watching his cock, his still long but slightly sleepy rod. Then she reached sown and began to stroke it tenderly.
Jalal also slowly turned to her.
"No discomfort?" he asked while starting to caress her breast again.
"No discomfort... it's nice and long, it can penetrate very deep, but you have to be careful!" she smiled.
"Sorry, I will keep it in check," Jalal replied, "he'll have to hold back."
"No, no... I don't want that. I always want him like that. So powerful and strong."
Then she bent down and briefly kissed the wet head of his prick.
"He's great and I love him very much." Meena whispered.
Then she sat up and started kissing Jalal.
After a minute or so, Jalal pulled back, "how much time do we have left?" he asked.
“You mean you could…?" Meena asked in surprise so that she doesn't believe it.
"Baby, we don't have much time, in some weeks I am leaving and we don't know when and how often, Doki allows us such incredible moments, we have to take advantage of it..." Jalal spoke, "besides, I'm old but not that old."
"You're incredibly fit and potent for your age, Jalal. Many young men don't have that kind of strength and stamina," Meena said admiringly as she reached for his cock again.
"Isn't Doki good enough? I mean sexually are you with him..." Jalal tried to ask.
"Yes, yes, we have a normal sexual relationship, and I am very happy… He is not that big down there, but normal... Maybe not so often in a row either…" Then she continued a little shyly, "You know, after a few years of marriage it is normal that the sex is not as passionate as it was at the beginning… I will try to arrange for us to meet as often as possible, pity you have to leave."
Meena changed the subject from our sex life and my quality, as she stroked his now slightly erect cock and looked down at it, "He's awake again... wow..."
At that moment I was jealous again and slightly hurt, my ego was somehow irritated and I thought I finally had to intervene.
I quickly called Meena on her cell phone, "Is he still there? I'll be home soon, darling," I told her.
“Yes, Jalal is still here but he is leaving." She looked at his direction and nodded.
Jalal nodded too and got up got his shorts and moved for bathroom.
Meena interrupted the call and got up too while asking Jalal if he needed anything.
The door to bathroom was half open and he answered, “No, nothing baby, everything ok, thank you…”
When he came back after a minute, Meena already had her panties in her hand and was moving towards the bathroom.
"I wait wait downstairs," Jalal said.
"Sure," she spoke.
In two minutes, he was standing downstairs in front of the door when Meena descended stairs. She was wearing jeans and a light summer top.
Meena walked over to him.
"When are you coming back," she asked, reaching around his neck with her free arm.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied, taking Meena in both his arms.
When their hug seemed about to end, it didn't.
They were still for a moment; the only sound was their combined breathing.
I swore I heard Meena whimper. Almost simultaneously their arms tightened around each other.
Jalal ran his hand down over her shapely ass and pulled her to him.
This time her moan was unmistakable. Their hugging bodies slowly began grinding against one another.
"Jalal," Meena moaned softly, as she felt something.
"I still go..." he said, staring at her.
I felt my cock stiffen.
"Yes? He still needs me?" she asked and giggled, looking down at his pants.
She could see that he had an erection again.
"Ehmmm," he stammered as he stared down at her.
"Unfortunately, we don't have time, but soon, I promise. When you are back please call me. I hope we see each other in the ranch at the latest, I am excitedmand waiting impatiently," She kissed him on the lips. and they both left together.
She led him to the front door.
They were standing in front of the door, and I hurried downstairs.
I tried to get out of the door so that I wouldn't be seen by the two of them who were now standing outside in the street by his car. I wanted to get into the garage and sit in the car.
After a short while Meena came back and went inside again, probably upstairs to tidy up the bedroom...
I hurried into the house and then upstairs.
The door to bedroom was open and she was in bathroom. I heard her showering.
I turned and went downstairs and waited there.
After some minute she came down the stairs.
She saw me sitting on the couch, “Hi baby, you are already here… I didn’t hear you coming.”
I stand up and hugged her.
I touched her neck and then her lips with my fingers. the lipstick looked fresh, but not applied with her usual care, I noticed that her lips looked a bit swollen.
"Hi baby, Looks like you had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Somehow it was okay," she said if a little bit bored.
"Only okay? Not more?" I asked.
"I mean not bad, you know he is an old fellow," Meena said while walking towards TV.
"Meena, what are you saying? You spoke always he is so fit, and he looks…” I insisted.
"Yes, sure for his age but old is old…" she took the remote control and turned on the television.
"Old enough to be your father, I know this…" I said, lightly annoyed.
I went cold. A fury spread unexpectedly through my body.
All traces of the sexual satisfaction I had previously, were gone.
Is she hiding again? Is she playing a role again?
I think at that moment my eyes bored into Meena.
"Is everything okay, baby?" she asked as she turned her haze toward me and sat on the couch.
"Ja, for sure, okay tell me how was it, what have you done…" I asked.
"Okay, let me… But you saw it…" answered Meena.
"I was gone long enough Menna, what happened then," I insisted.
She smiled and looked at me, then said, "I think if we keep talking about it, you have a boner and I'm really tired, it was nothing special, let's talk about it tomorrow," she said, looking at the TV picture.
"just a question..." I spoke.
"Please baby, we speak later about, besides, it was not so long, some minutes and after you called he left," she said, not looking at me.
"At least twenty minutes, evel half an hour was I away, was not enought for more action?" I insisted.
"Really twenty minutes? Okay we chatted most of the time, you know for a man in his age it takes time," Meena stated.
“But as I left, he had a new hard on," I argued.
"Uhhh, yes… but not enough for a real sex…" Meena mumbled then eased into silence.
I noticed as always in such an occasions, she didn't want to look at me.
I tried this time to stay calm.
This time I knew that I was more to blame, I led him to her, what did I expect?
It is true that I expected her to share everything with me and not hide anything.
But on the other hand, she always stressed that I could experience setbacks in my game.
I couldn’t expect everything to go the way I want, as she has previously repeatedly stated and warned me.
But I was still angry.
I tried to find out and give some reason why she was hiding something.
I came to the conclusion that she didn't want to hurt my pride and admit that he has a bigger and harder penis and more stamina and she had more fun with him, with this old man, and that she felt more feminine and a woman with him than with me, at least in my last time, months or even years.
Through these thoughts, a wave of temptation and anger ran over me again.
“Did he fuck you? Did he have an orgasm again? How? did you have an orgasm? Meena why don't you tell me what you had with that shitty man?" I was now obviously very angry.
“Why are you so aggressive, what is about you Nadir? what do you want to know, it was nothing special, you saw the most important part and are you not satisfied? Did not you cum? Was not that enough? What do you want to know? First you bring him to me in my privacy, our bedroom, when I'm standing there naked, then you leave me alone with him, and then you leave even the house for him to do what he likes, now you want to hear I tell how big his thing is and how horny he can handle it and how he can satisfy a woman, me, to know if he brought me to a specially high orgasm, you want me to admit that he fucked me silly and I enjoyed being fucked by him, then will you be satisfied for today?!
No, I don't want to talk about it, Nadir, I'm tired. Maybe later. If you really want me to mirror every second then, please, have patience, I'm very tired....”
Then she got up, walked to stairs and got upstairs.
I was a bit surprised, that wasn't the Meena whom I knew, always so tender and rather mild in her statements and responses.
What had happened?
Is that the Jalal effect?
No, I knew right away what the problem was. I made a huge mistake how could I have taken him into our private area, into our marital area, and marital bed, even worse: without asking her. I have insulted her, her pride, I have misused her love for me, our relationship and marriage, I misused her like a doll for a role in my play, even worse, like an instrument. I was so blind, it is clear that something like that would have consequences, especially for a woman like Meena, so proud and respectable.
How stupid was I?
Okay, she got some nice sexual satisfaction, but why not?
She went along with it and accepted it, but since I left the house, in her opinion, it was too much for her...
* * *
Meena didn't come downstairs and spent the whole time in the bedroom.
I think she was tidying up her wardrobe. I prepared a little something cold to eat and watched snooker matches in television for the next two hours.
Sitting there, I was thinking I made an unconsidered and wrong move today and lost the black ball with my most points in love snooker...
After that I went into my study and after an hour when I wanted to go to sleep, I noticed that she had already lain down…
"God…" I muttered at the sight and sound of it.
She managed to free an arm to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
Jalal took hold of Meena's waist and just kept fucking her.
Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she clearly mouthed, "Please,… too much... "
That was it.
I saw her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air.
Jalal gave Meena away a moment. Just enough for her catching her breath, too.
"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."
"What… what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath. "You okay, Meena?" he asked.
She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils.
"Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in his arms.
"You sure?" he insisted.
Again, she swallowed before answering, "Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was... that was relentless..."
I blinked at them on my screen, not sure what to make of it, should I go in and stop that?
He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face, "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah... Jalal..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt him from advancing on her, "Just...God... Just a second, okay?"
When she could, Meena mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at my camera, her rapid breath Hard, I saw.
"What is it? What should I do" I asked myself, but actually my question concerned her.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
"Of course, Meena. Whatever you say, babe," he said softly and asked, "Should we stop? Don't you want...?"
I glanced at Jalal and noticed he is watching her intently if he is worried.
He pulled away to stare down at her.
Meena just looked back up at him, biting her lip, if she is not sure what to answer.
"Did I do something wrong?" Jalal asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward door., "I didn't mean…"
"Jalal," Meena said, still staring at him, "Today's not a good day for me... If you know what I mean, I have some pain..." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at my camera, waiting for his reaction.
I suspected that it is a day or two before her period and that is why her genitals are so sensitive.
"You mean is there a risk of pregnancy?" Jalal asked.
"No, no, not for me, I am safe… " she smiled, "but you are very... you go very deep... I mean your…" Meena added shyly and continued, "that's good, it's very nice but these are days when I'm very sensitive..."
"Aha... Doki is... I mean you're used to something different..." Jalal smiled.
"Somehow different..." she looked at the camera again, shyly again...
"Ohh… too painful? I am so sorry…" he was obviously bothered.
"Ehmmm, I am sorry baby…" she said up at camera again with sad eyes, "Kinda…"she said looking down to her side.
"Mmph," I groaned at her words.
"Aw," Jalal said, lazily looking at her, "Sorry Meena, I don't want you to hate me."
Meena turned her head to look back at him.
Jalal just stared at Meena.
She faced forward again, looking up at camera.
I sensed if she wanted to speak with me, 'To be honest, Nadir...I want it so bad right now, but he is too long and big. But I know you want see me... don't you.'I was in a bit of haze from the last minute.
Seeing Meena fucked so silly just two minutes before, and finally, her still acknowledging the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something, to let him...
Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, I knew that she cannot see me, but I nodded, because she was right.
She smiled up at camera but not so obviously that he could notice, making sure she stared long enough for me to notice the twinkle in her eye.
"So, should I leave Meena? What do you mean?" Jalal asked her.
Meena bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at him.
"It means, baby..." she said, looking at him smiling, "I mean, we going to do this, I want it, I want you badly…" with her eyes lingering on him, Meena turned and walked a step toward him.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard,
"Have a seat." Jalal went to speak, but Meena cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed."
Jalal climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his back against the headboard...
He watched with his mouth hanging open as she crawled up on the bed, instinctively raising up his left arm as she curled up next to him.
Meena stuck her tongue over her upper lip, pausing to look up at him, then took the base of his cock in her left hand, wrapping her ringed fingers over all the loose skin that made up the top of his nuts sack and slowly tugged it up over the root of his cock shaft.
Jalal's eye drooped and he let out a long sigh as his arm fall over Meena's shoulders.
I felt faint. 'Uhhh, Meena,' I mumbled.
She looked at Jalal, biting her lip as she lazily stroked the wide base of Jalal's cock shaft, the middle column of which was flexed prominently under her grip.
She held it out in front of her, examining the large head so closely she looked cross eyed.
"Have you enjoyed fucking me previously with this thing Jalal?" Meena whispered, giving the head a kiss, making it twitch.
"Oooh," he moaned.
He was flexing his cock in Meena's grip.
She just stared at it, shaking her head.
"God... I'm going to have this big cock," she whispered. "Your big hard cock."
She started stroking it again and glanced over at him.
'Wow,' I said under my breath. I had a hard on.
Meena looked back down at it and slowly leaned closer, rapidly flicking her tongue.
"Yes... please…" Jalal groaned out as his head fell back against the headboard.
"Yeah?" Meena asked softly, "feels good?"
"Ohhhh..." he groaned as she took went on.
Jalal rest a hand on the top of Meena's head waiting for her to contine.
She held still on him and began jerking all the loose nut sack skin in her hand up and down the base of his cock, glancing around.
"Mmmm," she moaned over it as she continued jerking Jalal's shaft.
Meena tilted her head back to look at him, then returned her attention to his cock. While holding it up with her right hand, she began running the nails of her left hand over his entire nut sack and up the underside of his cock and back down again.
Jalal moaned out loud.
Meena grinned and bit her lip, tilting her head back to look up at him.
Jalal’s eyes were shut and his mouth hung open.
Meena began jerking the base faster, still straining to look up at him.
Jalal’s mouth opened wider.
She looked again at the head of his long dick and and began jerking the skin around the base of it faster and faster, once more stopping and staring at Jalal's eyes. She probably thought the whole time that I was watching her and her activity, although she hadn't looked in the direction of the camera for the last few minutes, probably so as not to draw Jalal's attention to it.
She stared at him as she slowly stroked his now very hard dick, her shoulders rising and falling with her excited breath.
For a moment I noticed that she had turned her hand slightly and glanced down at her wedding rings.
I didn’t know if Jalal noticed that. It was a very stimulating and erotic glance.
But unfortunately only lasted a short time.
But then another sinfull movement from her occurred. Meena looked at him and flicked her ring at him with a sexy squint of the eyes.
Then she stared again at her left hand as she slowly rolled it up and down Jalal's length.
Her rings glinting bright against the wet brown skin of his thick shaft.
He moaned again and Meena turned to look up at him.
"You like fucking a married woman, Jalal?" she asked, jerking him.
"Hell yess, if her name Meena is…" he whispered back to her.
He was slowly pumping his hips up into her hand.
"Yes? Young married women? Do you like married Meena? Do you want to stuff this big cock, inside Meena’s little pussy and make her scream and beg for more?"
"Meena..."I said, my mouth hanging open as I leaned toward monitor.
I felt like my boner was going to explode at any moment.
She just stared back at him as she jerked Jalal's cock.
"Hell yes…" he groaned in response.
"Mak her cum? Oooh!" Meena said through pursed lips as she stared at his cock in her hand.
"Shaking me up and down on this big, long cock! Ohhh!" she groaned, quickly engulfing the head with a whimper and then holding it to look at again.
"You want to fuck my little pussy Jalal, you wanted it since you saw me for first time, and now you are here with your big cock. Mmm'ahhh," Meena moaned as she stared at it.
"I'm holding your big cock in my bedroom. Uhhh! Ohhhh my God..." Meena moaned as she looked at the big head.
I nodded as I stared at screen and rubbed my crotch.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "…baby..." She looked up at Jalal.
"Going take care of your cock Jalal," she whined sexily at him as she jerked his shaft. Then, looking back at it, "Take care of it with my little pussy..."
'God!' I gushed, feeling my eyes droop.
'Uhhh… God, Meena,' I groaned. 'I like seeing your pretty little face while you take care of it... Of his big, hard rofd…' I stammered in a lust filled daze.
She bit her lip at him with an, "You like watching me take care of this cock?"
"Yeah," he nodded through half closed eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked with honest sincerity in her eyes.
"I made it all hard and now I'm gonna take care of it... Like a good girl, Jalal…" and watched slightly trembling, shining head of his dick.
"Ummm!" Meena gasped instinctively using her upper lip to clear the saliva that had formed over her bottom lip and swallowing as she exhaled through her nostrils, looking at the cock in her hand. She tilt her head back to look at Jalal as she lazily stroked his shaft.
"This okay?" she asked, gently cupping his egg-sized nuts and olling them in her tiny hand like a pair of Boading balls.
Jalal just look back at her with lustful hazy eyes.
'God damn that's sexy looking,' I said under my breath.
'Goddd!' I said under my breath, staring at Meena like a dreamer.
I was a witness the whole time that Meena now dominates the scene.
She was doing whatever she wanted with him and me.
Meena stopped and spit into her left hand, then began jerking his cock from top to bottom, getting another groan from Jalal as he lifted his head to look down at her.
His cock had become super rigid in Meena's slickened grip.
Even me could hear it.
She jerked him faster, looking at him as she did with an increasingly furrowed brow.
"What's a mature man doing with such a big cock?" she whispered hotly at the large head she was rolling in her palm.Jalal just stared down at Meena with his mouth hanging open as she stroked him.
"Fuck that hot ass pussy," he mumbled with half closed eyes.
"Oooh…yeah?" Meena whined, tilting her head to look back at him.
"Fucking my little hot pussy? Fucking me good? Mmmm!" she moaned turning back to look at it as she stroked it.
I coulnt stand it longer, her gaze, her wedding ring and her playing with that larg dick and above all her words, her unspoken request to be taken from his boner, were too much for me. I reached down and and freed my throbbing hard on and started jerking.
It didn't take long before I squirted in my fist, and had to reach for some paper towels over my desk.
Jalal just sat as he was, breathing heavy as he stared down at Meena.
"I just...want to get in your hot married pussy Meena, you know?" he said looking down at her. "Meena?" he asked.
Meena bit her lip and gave him an anxious gaze in return to what he had said.
"I wanna fuck your married, hot pussy," he said, pumping his hips up.
This got Meena's attention and she resumed slowly stroking him as she looked back at him.
"God Jalal," she whispered at him.
"I can stop... if it is painful… I promise," he said to her.
"Byby," Meena said softly, reaching to caress his cheek.
"I wanna get inside you Meena," he stammered, flexing his cock in her hand and causing her to look at it.
“Ohhh…" came her quivering sigh.
She looked back at his dick, bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continued stroking him.
She very slowly began pushing and pulling her hips.
"Can you take me inside you again?" he asked softly.
"Ehmmm," Meena whimpered faintly.
Then after pausing a moment, she nodded to him.
"Yeah? Do you let me?" he asked.
Meena took a deep breath and nodded again, looking from him to the cock she was stroking and back to him again, an earnest look in her eyes.
'God that's sexy.' I whispered.
Jalal scoot back to sit against the headboard.
Meena stayed as she was for a moment, then sat on one hip, then scoot back where she was, curled up next to Jalal on his left.
She took his cock in her left hand and slowly stroked it as she stared at it, "Oh my God," she sighed at the long dick, then flicked her head, tossing her hair over to one side.
"Did you want doing that to me, Jalal?" she asked, not bothering to look up at him.
"Hell yeah," he exhaled as he looked down at her.
"Yes?" Meena moaned as she jerked his cock head faster with a loose grip.
She turned to look up at him.
"You like fucking me good and hard and making me take all this big cock? mmph…God!" Meena whimpered.
After a few more minutes of stroking she began jerking the base wildly, gettin a steady low groan from Jalal.
"Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.
"I'm about to cum, Meena" he groaned.
Jalal moaned louder.
"Mmmm… Come on," Meena moaned stroked hard, staring at Jalal's cock as she jerked it silly.
"Oh yee'... Ohh!!"
"Mmmm!!"
Jalal suddenly tensed up, flexing his calves, and then began to cum, "Ohhhh Goodddd!! Oh my Goddddd that is ssoooo goood!!"
Meena frantically jerked the base of his cock as his shaft flexed and pulse with seminal delivery.
'Oh Goddd...' I stammered, beside myself with lust.
Jalal just writhed against the headboard as she jerked him silly. Jalal's cock pulsed in her jerking grip and several ropes of cum shot over her eye and forehead and in her hair, getting another, "Oh!" from Meena and causing her to reflexively rear back, blinking.
She took a deep breath and took the head of his rod as she milked the cum from it.
Jalal's convulsing hips was the only movement from him, holding each time to squeeze them up, only to quickly release and immediately squeeze up again.
Again Meena breathed in deep and popped as she jerked Jalal's cock, drops of cum flinging from the end of it.
The mess on her face was dripping from her forehead and down her cheek and hanging from her chin as she stroked him.
Another thick rope of cum suddenly pulsed out and lapped across her open mouth, just coating her bottom lip and chin with a sheen of sperm.
"Oooh!" she whined sexily.
Meena just stared at her tiny cum covered fingers as she rolled them up over the head of Jalal's cock.
When she finally stopped she swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and looking around as strands of cum dripped from her face and hung from her chin. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up at Jalal.
"You cum a lot," she said, blinking at him as she slowly stroked the head of his cock, "Wow."
Meena's face was a mess. It was dripping with cum.
“Damn," he said, staring down at her, then let his head fall back.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned.
"Did I do a good job for you Jalal?" she asked softly, turning to look up at him smiling as she gently smacked the head of his penis against her cheek.
"Hell yeah," he sighed without opening his eyes.
"Yes?" she asked, giving the head of his penis a breif stroke.
"Oh!" he moaned.
Meena exhaled a weary smile as she turned back to his thick still partly erected stem in her hand.
"I enjoyed serving your big cock," Meena spoke softly.
Then she squeezed up the shaft and over the head and a thick glob of semen came out.
Meena bit her lip with a worried looking "Mmmm!", she said and then looked deeply at his softening organ.
Meena reached for the night stand next to her and took some paper towels and cleanedmher hands, but not her face.
Then she just rolled over onto her back with her arms flung out and sighed.
It was so hot to see her relax with semen streaked across her face. She had a glass of water on the night stand and Jalal leaned over her to reach it.
He took it and gave Meena.
"Thank you," she said, propping herself up to take a drink, finishing the glass in three gulps.
"Can I use your bathroom? " Jalal asked and got up.
"Yes, sure," and showed him the door.
I thought yes, Meena didn't want to have real sex with him anymore, at least not today, because of discomfort and pain she felt before…
Jalal came back after one minute. I could see his dangling, long cock was still half erect.
Meena noticed this too and smiled.
Then he lay back down on the bed.
Meena turned to look at him and then grabbed his penis and gently caressed it.
The big stem flinched briefly and became noticeably harder.
"Obviously he wants some more attention,"Meena said and giggled.
Then she got up.
We, Jalal, there near her, and me, in front of my screen, watched Meena as she sauntered over to her closet, her spandex clad ass swaying from side to side.
She grabbed something from her closet, then walked toward bathroom saying, ”Just a Moment.”
It didn't even take two minutes for her to return.
She was wearing the gift he had given her, her sexy lingerie.
And how sexy and seductive she looked in it! She was simply hot.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed anything except for using a dark red lipstick. "You look great, baby... I knew...," Jalal mumbled as he stared at it.
I could see that his big rod was slowly waking and rising up again.
Meena, for sure too.
"Yeah?" Meena asked, still looking at him seductively, "I like it, thank you. You wanted to see me in it, now I am here…" and spun around for him and showed him back her shapely formed backside.
Suddenly an idea came into my head.
I took my phone and called Meena on her cell phone. I watched as she immediately noticed my name on screen and answered it.
“Meena, tell him that I got a call and am leaving and you could enjoy your time without interruption," I said.
“Really? Okay…." Meena whispered a little hoarsely, and quickly stopped the conversation on her phone.
I wanted to tell her that I'm staying there and continue watching them, and she should just say that to him. But our contact was dead. I thought that she obviously thinks I must leave for hospital because an emergency, that meant
she is thinking that they were really alone.
I have to admit something here; When I showed Meena my enhanced cameras, I intentionally didn't say that I always save the recordings and check or look at them later.
At that moment, I was embarrassed enough to even show them and admit that I was spying on her. And she didn’t about recording. My impression was that she thinks that the cameras only transmit the images at the moment and can only being observed live and that there is no recording function.
So, she couldn’t have known that I could also look at her activities later.
After that Meena turned to face Jalal and went to his bedside, which was actually mine!
She told him that I had to leave, and I am not at home more.
Then she spoke, “we are alone baby... completely alone at home, now," the, she lowers herself down to him.
"It's great, I'm glad we're not disturbed..." he said and stretched his hand toward Meena and pulled her to him in for a deep kiss.
While kissing, Meena took his hand and guided it up to her mound.
I was sure so he could feel how wet she was.
Meena let out a moan.
Her pussy was obviously soaked and was crying out for attention.
I guessed that Jalal realized that and immediately wanted to himself, drop to get a taste, but he waited.
He wanted to prolong the Moment and enjoy it, for sure, I thought.
His arm wrapped around her, he placed his left hand on the side of her rib cage, inches from her right breast.
Meena leaned more forward and rest her hand on his lower thigh.
Without saying a word, it takes no time for both of them to start running their hands slightly.
Her nails lightly scratching the skin just below his dick when she moved her fingers a bit higher but this time under his prick causing him to start breathing a bit heavier.
He was sitting upright now, and his hands were running up and down from the back of her shoulder blade around to her rib cage, grazing the side of her breast here and there.
Meena sat down on the bed opposite him and looked at him, while he was playing around her breast with his fingers.
"Are you enjoying this? kiss me, kiss me Jalal like you have always wanted to...“ whispered Meena with a seductive look on her face and with a sensual voice and so much feeling and desire that I knew right away, she is the opinion and believes that I left the house.
They were sitting there, practically only a few centimetres apart.
I knew that if something bothers me then it's my own fault. I could and can stop it at any time I thought but did I want to? No, definitely not, not at this Moment.
Jalal moved in slowly and briefly hesitant, looking into her eyes as she poked her tongue out to lick her lips when he moved in.
Their lips met for the first time without my disturbing presence, at least Meena thought about that at the moment, for sure.
It was the beginning, just a regular kiss but the softness of her delicious wet lips pulled him back in, this time locking in place.
Meena placed her hand around the back of his head. She was enjoying it obviously based on how tight she was pulling in as they opened their mouths allowing their tongues to meet.
They were kissing like they have both needed this. They were kissing each other so perfectly in sequence like they have done this a million times.
Meena moved her hand to grab his fully erect penis.
They stopped kissing for a Moment.
“You like that, baby?"she asked, knowing the answer and began to stroke his big dick.
"Oh… god, Meena… that feels amazing..."almost panting as he responded.
Meena pulled his foreskin back then pressed her thumb pressing down and began to circle around the tip of his cock, gliding easily from the pre cum.
Jalal kissed her once more before he started to kiss her neck and collarbone.
That made her nipples harden which were now out of her revealing negligee.
Meena went closer to him and used her free hand to pull one of her tits completely out of her nightie.
I could see my wife’s puffy nipple as Jalal moved his hand towards Meena’s exposed, hot and soft tit and give it a squeeze.
Meena’s body jolt as he played with her nipple, her mouth wide open trying to stay quiet and her eyes were closed.
As if he can't wait any longer to suck on it, with a quick bite of her nipple and swirl of the tongue around it, he then took as much of it in his mouth and start sucking on it.
I could sense the pure ecstasy of them both.
As Jalal took in and caressed my beautiful wife’s breast, he slowly began to run hand down the right slide of her body, briefly stopping at her hip when he started to feel her skin.
Then his attention shifted from his mouth sucking on her tit to the placement of his hand when he began to tickle the inside of her thigh, tracing his fingers in and around as he stopped to tease her some more when his fingers made contact with her genitals.
She moved one knee sideways to give him better access, a subtle hint for him to move his fingers in more. They slid around from the smoothness of her skin.
Her body quivered letting out a sigh before she leaned in using both of her hands and grabbed both sides of his face to pull herself in closer for another passionate kiss. Hot and sensual, Meena and Jalal were back to making out, this time with more desire.
The sounds they both made clearly dictated they both want more.
I could sense a wave of jealousy flowing through my whole body.
What did I do? I thought and told myself… On the other hand, my hard-on was denying my thoughts and was about to explode.
I wanted it to continue. I wanted to see her surrendering herself to him and wanting to see him conquer her and possess her femininity, just for that moment... until we are all satisfied.
She paused then firmly pushed on his chest, almost holding him to bed as she moved in.
Their bodies press against each other, her tits squeezing against his and her hard nipples poking into him.
She lifted her leg up to place it on his when her mouth parted from him and her lips begin to move lower.
I could sense that this gave Jala goosebumps of pleasure as Meena’s wet lips and soft tongue explore neck and chest of him.
With her leg bent, he moved his hand in closer, to slide a finger in her juicy pussy.
The Moment he started this, she spoke up, "Ohhhh, Jalal, baby, just don't stop, I love… I love…" letting out a sigh as Jalal’s one finger, then two sink right into her gushing cunt.
"I love you too my Meena, I love you too…” he spoke hoarsely.
Did I hear right; Did she say I love you? Did my wife tell this old man that she loves him?
“Yes… Yes… Ohhh… Jalal, baby…please make me…. I love your… I love your fingers in me…" Meena moaned and again continued to kiss him...
I was now a little relieved, she said she loves what he was doing, but maybe he intentionally interpreted it differently...
Meena was still kissing him as her hand reached down to his hard cock and rubbed his shaft softly.
I could see that his dick was soaked from the oozing pre cum.
Their breathing intensified obviously as Meena slid her left leg over Jalal’s right side to prop herself on top of him and began to dry hump him.
I guess Jalal could feel the wetness and form of her pussy gliding up and down his cock that so desperately needed to go into depth of her vagina, again.
I must admit that I was very impressed by his stamina and condition.
I would have cum at least twice by then, if I had had any time at all.
She reached back and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand as she straddled back and forth.
I imagined he will cum before they even fully get going, she was a tease yet incredibly sexy.
Jalal grabbed her by the hips as she straightened herself up and gave him the look of love, submission and anticipation, before slowly pulling off her nightie completely. Jalal’s eyes were locked in on the increasing visible bare skin the higher she lifted it.
The bottom of her boobs caused it to get stuck for a moment and he took this as his queue to help.
He slid his hands up her exposed stomach until he reached the bottom of her boobs and push the nightie over them, allowing her to pull the entire thing off.
The look in his eyes says it all, Jalal was completely in awe.
“Jalal, baby, no one has ever looked at me like you," Meena moaned, “at least not for a long Time,” she added with joy, as if the pleasure he was getting from my wife was her biggest compliment.
Meena was now completely nude.
Jalal reached up to feel both of her breasts, he gripped them and moved them in counter and counter clockwise motion, using his thumbs to graze her nipples in the process.
Meena’s body trembled with pleasure and she grinded a bit faster, then she reached down to stroke his cock once again.
I guessed his cock was soaked from both their pre cum, for sure.
Then she lovingly jerked his big stem off while she began to lower her upper body to him and slowly kisses all parts of his upper half in the process.
"Meena, get comfy and lie on your back." Jalal whispered.
In thought he wants to prevent his cumming, too soon.
Unsure exactly why, Meena just didn’t as she was told and began to spread her legs.
Jalal stopped for a moment to admire the sight of her dripping wet pussy right in front of him in her marital bed.
Nothing has ever looked so delicious, hot and kinky to me.
Jalal was about to move in when he looked back up at her.
"I'm going to taste you now, Meena, I want to taste your juices, your sweet juices…" then he added hoarsely, ”Just lay back let me pleasure you, be sure to tell me if you want me or don't want me to stop anything at any point, okay?"
And without giving her time to answer, he griped her hips in the perfect position when he took his first lick from the mound of my wife.
I looked at them as his tongue bristles right through her damp, right into my wife’s soaked cunt.
Jalal dug his long and fat tongue in deep to saviour the first taste as he suctioned his lips tight to the lips of her vagina.
He absorbed everything in, sucking in the juices of my wife’s pussy and I knew she tastes incredible.
Jalal swirled his tongue inside my wife’s vagina with no intent of stopping as he slid one of his hands at a slow pace from her hip towards her pussy.
His fingers trailed around the edge of her mound as his tongue lashed inside before digging his long middle finger inside of her.
Entirely focused on the inside of Meena’s legs until they quivered, and he briefly looked up at her but they didn’t make eye contact.
Her eyes were closed and mouth wide open as she attempted to stay quiet.
Meena began to grind her hips adding more rhythm when Jalal started to rub her clit with his big thumb, then she let out a moan. Juices continue to flow when she grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her chest.
He squeezed her left breast, her nipples felt obviously like rocks as he continued to eat out her pussy.
"Stop. Hold on, one sec, baby… Jalal, please!" she burst out as she pulled herself back.
He asked if everything is okay.
"Yes…oh god, yes!" she promptly responded with a smile before pulling her clothing completely off.
Jalal’s focus switched from her pussy as his face drew towards her breasts momentarily.
Meena suggested they switch sides and began to adjust her body on top of Jalal as he slid onto his back. She straddles his stomach, then she slid her hips higher until she reached his face and planted legs on each side then she glid the lips of her vagina onto her lips. This was not my Meena! She was always too shy to primarily suggest or do such a sex act!
Meena set herself down, leaving his mouth with nowhere to go but her vagina.
Jalal placed his hands on the cheeks of Meena’s ass and pulled her in even tighter as she supported herself by leaning against the headboard of the bed.
I could see that Meena’s tits rubbing the top of his head and he began to rub down the middle of her ass when she hunched back and reached towards his cock. She continues to rock herself back and forth with his mouth buried inside
of her as she strokes her shaft.
Meena let out a scream before pulling herself back again. She quickly slid herself down his body and began to grind his raging boner as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss.
I could sense and guess at this moment his cock and Meena’s pussy lips met together. I have to admit that after first ejaculation I was hard again! And this was after not more than some minutes from my first cumming, very strange
and rare.
Her grinding came close to a complete stop as he attempted to thrust his cock in deeper. I seemed to me, that finally his urge to be inside of her again intensified knowing it won't be long until they find the right spot.
Meena leaned in towards him and buried his face with her tits and Jalal began immediately to suck on them."Oh my God," she moaned out as her breathing picked up.
Her nipples hardened as he switched back and forth between sucking and nibbling on them.
Meena’s grinding briefly stopped. She straightened her back, her breasts depart from his mouth before she planted her hands down on his chest when his cock slid deeper inside her pussy.
I guess Jalal was unable to control his immediate reaction, he thrust his hips upwards into her body...
Meena put all of her body weight down onto him, until the most part of his long cock entered her before she fully engulfed it.
She began to grind back and forth slowly and then she grabbed both of his hands and pulled them towards her hips as pace of her grinding increased.
Jalal turned his attention upwards again to see the look of enjoyment on her face with her tits flopping around.
He tightened his grip on her hips as they continued to go harder, There was pure pleasure for the two of them.
It seemed if the only thing that mattered for this old man and my young wife, was the fact they were having sex after so many days of restraint.
I was fully erect and I thought if I touch my dick, I’ll explode. I know he won't last much longer but before he could ask her if he should pull out, she piped up.
"Oh God…it is amazing, your dick feels amazing, Jalal..." with an increased voice.
"Baby, I'm going to cum soon..." he told her before he cut off by both her words and her convulsing pussy suffocating his cock.
"Don't stop, Jalal! Don't stop, I'm going to cum any moment too. Cum inside me, just cum inside me!" she cried in that tone that a captain makes and a sailor instantly obeys.
"OK, here it comes. baby, I'm gonna cum any second now!" he told her.
"Me too, baby! Meeeee tooo, ohhhhh!" Meena yelled.
Their bodies freeze for a moment, and I thought that his jizz dripping out and fill inside of my wife.
At that moment I without thinking grabbed my penis and started jerking it wildly.
It took not more than some seconds until I squirt explosively for the second time in the last twenty minutes...
There was a brief moment of silence.
They both lay there without saying anything. Then Jalal began to gently stroke Meena's upper arm, first her close upper arm and then her left breast and nipple.
Meena giggled briefly and withdrew; I thought it tickled. But then she turned to the side, to him, then she looked down watching his cock, his still long but slightly sleepy rod. Then she reached sown and began to stroke it tenderly.
Jalal also slowly turned to her.
"No discomfort?" he asked while starting to caress her breast again.
"No discomfort... it's nice and long, it can penetrate very deep, but you have to be careful!" she smiled.
"Sorry, I will keep it in check," Jalal replied, "he'll have to hold back."
"No, no... I don't want that. I always want him like that. So powerful and strong."
Then she bent down and briefly kissed the wet head of his prick.
"He's great and I love him very much." Meena whispered.
Then she sat up and started kissing Jalal.
After a minute or so, Jalal pulled back, "how much time do we have left?" he asked.
“You mean you could…?" Meena asked in surprise so that she doesn't believe it.
"Baby, we don't have much time, in some weeks I am leaving and we don't know when and how often, Doki allows us such incredible moments, we have to take advantage of it..." Jalal spoke, "besides, I'm old but not that old."
"You're incredibly fit and potent for your age, Jalal. Many young men don't have that kind of strength and stamina," Meena said admiringly as she reached for his cock again.
"Isn't Doki good enough? I mean sexually are you with him..." Jalal tried to ask.
"Yes, yes, we have a normal sexual relationship, and I am very happy… He is not that big down there, but normal... Maybe not so often in a row either…" Then she continued a little shyly, "You know, after a few years of marriage it is normal that the sex is not as passionate as it was at the beginning… I will try to arrange for us to meet as often as possible, pity you have to leave."
Meena changed the subject from our sex life and my quality, as she stroked his now slightly erect cock and looked down at it, "He's awake again... wow..."
At that moment I was jealous again and slightly hurt, my ego was somehow irritated and I thought I finally had to intervene.
I quickly called Meena on her cell phone, "Is he still there? I'll be home soon, darling," I told her.
“Yes, Jalal is still here but he is leaving." She looked at his direction and nodded.
Jalal nodded too and got up got his shorts and moved for bathroom.
Meena interrupted the call and got up too while asking Jalal if he needed anything.
The door to bathroom was half open and he answered, “No, nothing baby, everything ok, thank you…”
When he came back after a minute, Meena already had her panties in her hand and was moving towards the bathroom.
"I wait wait downstairs," Jalal said.
"Sure," she spoke.
In two minutes, he was standing downstairs in front of the door when Meena descended stairs. She was wearing jeans and a light summer top.
Meena walked over to him.
"When are you coming back," she asked, reaching around his neck with her free arm.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied, taking Meena in both his arms.
When their hug seemed about to end, it didn't.
They were still for a moment; the only sound was their combined breathing.
I swore I heard Meena whimper. Almost simultaneously their arms tightened around each other.
Jalal ran his hand down over her shapely ass and pulled her to him.
This time her moan was unmistakable. Their hugging bodies slowly began grinding against one another.
"Jalal," Meena moaned softly, as she felt something.
"I still go..." he said, staring at her.
I felt my cock stiffen.
"Yes? He still needs me?" she asked and giggled, looking down at his pants.
She could see that he had an erection again.
"Ehmmm," he stammered as he stared down at her.
"Unfortunately, we don't have time, but soon, I promise. When you are back please call me. I hope we see each other in the ranch at the latest, I am excitedmand waiting impatiently," She kissed him on the lips. and they both left together.
She led him to the front door.
They were standing in front of the door, and I hurried downstairs.
I tried to get out of the door so that I wouldn't be seen by the two of them who were now standing outside in the street by his car. I wanted to get into the garage and sit in the car.
After a short while Meena came back and went inside again, probably upstairs to tidy up the bedroom...
I hurried into the house and then upstairs.
The door to bedroom was open and she was in bathroom. I heard her showering.
I turned and went downstairs and waited there.
After some minute she came down the stairs.
She saw me sitting on the couch, “Hi baby, you are already here… I didn’t hear you coming.”
I stand up and hugged her.
I touched her neck and then her lips with my fingers. the lipstick looked fresh, but not applied with her usual care, I noticed that her lips looked a bit swollen.
"Hi baby, Looks like you had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Somehow it was okay," she said if a little bit bored.
"Only okay? Not more?" I asked.
"I mean not bad, you know he is an old fellow," Meena said while walking towards TV.
"Meena, what are you saying? You spoke always he is so fit, and he looks…” I insisted.
"Yes, sure for his age but old is old…" she took the remote control and turned on the television.
"Old enough to be your father, I know this…" I said, lightly annoyed.
I went cold. A fury spread unexpectedly through my body.
All traces of the sexual satisfaction I had previously, were gone.
Is she hiding again? Is she playing a role again?
I think at that moment my eyes bored into Meena.
"Is everything okay, baby?" she asked as she turned her haze toward me and sat on the couch.
"Ja, for sure, okay tell me how was it, what have you done…" I asked.
"Okay, let me… But you saw it…" answered Meena.
"I was gone long enough Menna, what happened then," I insisted.
She smiled and looked at me, then said, "I think if we keep talking about it, you have a boner and I'm really tired, it was nothing special, let's talk about it tomorrow," she said, looking at the TV picture.
"just a question..." I spoke.
"Please baby, we speak later about, besides, it was not so long, some minutes and after you called he left," she said, not looking at me.
"At least twenty minutes, evel half an hour was I away, was not enought for more action?" I insisted.
"Really twenty minutes? Okay we chatted most of the time, you know for a man in his age it takes time," Meena stated.
“But as I left, he had a new hard on," I argued.
"Uhhh, yes… but not enough for a real sex…" Meena mumbled then eased into silence.
I noticed as always in such an occasions, she didn't want to look at me.
I tried this time to stay calm.
This time I knew that I was more to blame, I led him to her, what did I expect?
It is true that I expected her to share everything with me and not hide anything.
But on the other hand, she always stressed that I could experience setbacks in my game.
I couldn’t expect everything to go the way I want, as she has previously repeatedly stated and warned me.
But I was still angry.
I tried to find out and give some reason why she was hiding something.
I came to the conclusion that she didn't want to hurt my pride and admit that he has a bigger and harder penis and more stamina and she had more fun with him, with this old man, and that she felt more feminine and a woman with him than with me, at least in my last time, months or even years.
Through these thoughts, a wave of temptation and anger ran over me again.
“Did he fuck you? Did he have an orgasm again? How? did you have an orgasm? Meena why don't you tell me what you had with that shitty man?" I was now obviously very angry.
“Why are you so aggressive, what is about you Nadir? what do you want to know, it was nothing special, you saw the most important part and are you not satisfied? Did not you cum? Was not that enough? What do you want to know? First you bring him to me in my privacy, our bedroom, when I'm standing there naked, then you leave me alone with him, and then you leave even the house for him to do what he likes, now you want to hear I tell how big his thing is and how horny he can handle it and how he can satisfy a woman, me, to know if he brought me to a specially high orgasm, you want me to admit that he fucked me silly and I enjoyed being fucked by him, then will you be satisfied for today?!
No, I don't want to talk about it, Nadir, I'm tired. Maybe later. If you really want me to mirror every second then, please, have patience, I'm very tired....”
Then she got up, walked to stairs and got upstairs.
I was a bit surprised, that wasn't the Meena whom I knew, always so tender and rather mild in her statements and responses.
What had happened?
Is that the Jalal effect?
No, I knew right away what the problem was. I made a huge mistake how could I have taken him into our private area, into our marital area, and marital bed, even worse: without asking her. I have insulted her, her pride, I have misused her love for me, our relationship and marriage, I misused her like a doll for a role in my play, even worse, like an instrument. I was so blind, it is clear that something like that would have consequences, especially for a woman like Meena, so proud and respectable.
How stupid was I?
Okay, she got some nice sexual satisfaction, but why not?
She went along with it and accepted it, but since I left the house, in her opinion, it was too much for her...
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Meena didn't come downstairs and spent the whole time in the bedroom.
I think she was tidying up her wardrobe. I prepared a little something cold to eat and watched snooker matches in television for the next two hours.
Sitting there, I was thinking I made an unconsidered and wrong move today and lost the black ball with my most points in love snooker...
After that I went into my study and after an hour when I wanted to go to sleep, I noticed that she had already lain down…
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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