Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

An Old Debt has to be Paid...

writer:- Salir

26th June 2015

http://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?1381629

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This story was originally written at "xossip" under the name: An Old Debt has to be Paid... was released. 
The author was/is SALIR


[url=http://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?1381629andpage=80][/url]

Before the last chapter, SALIR stopped writing for unknown reasons.

I will publish the story here in the hope that SALIR will see this and decide to finish it.

Or another user decides to continue the story ...

In this sense
Greetings from Berlin - Germany
Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

The main characters of this story are a married couple.
Nadir, the husband is 35 years old at the Beginning of the main incident. He is a reputable and respectable medical doctor and he is busy as an Assistant professor and surgeon in the university hospital.

Meena, his wife is 30 years old. She is a very beautiful woman who works also as an Assistant professor at the University hospital, she is a specialist in Laboratory sciences.
They were married for ten years at the time.

Nadir is the Narrator of this story…




INDEX



Intrduction-----page 1


Book one

1- The Beginning---
2- The Guest--
3- The Truth---
4- The Bad Uncle!---
5- Looking at Old Photos---
6- Intimate Touches!----
7- First Familiarity with Monster!---
8- The Role Play-----Page 8 -
9- The Swimming Pool 1----
10- A night to remember...---



Book two

11- The traffic jam---
12- The Bungalow----
13- Sexus Interruptus!---
14- The Swimming pool 2--
15- I was Shopping!---
16- A Perfect Satisfaction---
17- A Phone Game---
18- Planning a Scientific Journey!---
19- The Explosion & the Eruption----
20- There is still a tomorrow...----

Book Three


21- A New Beginning----
22- The Taste of Power----
23- Better than those days!-----
24- The Birthday Party-----
25- A serious Condition-----
26- The stranger who Needed it Badly!-----
27- The Favorite One-----
28. A New Visit to Bungallow!---
29- A Virgin Gentleman!-----
30- He cares not just about the Roses!-----
31 - An unannounced visit!-----
32 - The Promised Day...
33- Missing old days…

(To be continued...!)

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An Old Debt has to be Paid...
(by Salir) 

I am going to narrate a real life story, a story about me and my wife. It is not a fabrication of my imagination.

All characters are real but have had their names changed for personal protection and any relevance to any person is purely a coincidence.

This is a story of blackmail, cheat, jealousy, cuckoldry relationship. If you find such themes disgusting, please don't continue to read this.

The main Incident happened about eight years ago. 

The reason why I write it now, is because I am going to be older and also she. I mean my wife whom I love over everything. I feel a need to speak about our adventures at that time and here I'm going to talk about it not only with one person but many…

It had never been my fantasy to see my wife in another man's arms, in another man's bed, and more worse to enjoy it. It means to be cuckolded by my wife. Don't think I am suffering that this happened, no. Yes, sometimes I felt sad and I lost my happiness, or cried. But generally that time and what we experienced those days were the best periods and memories of my life when we speak about erotic and love...

We love each other very much, and it has been a long and sensitive process to find a place where both of us are comfortable.

I wanted to write it some time ago but I had no time and now I am going to be free from a part of my responsibilities and hope to have the time and opportunity to begin and to continue it so far.

It took place not in India but in a neighbor country and as you can think we both are from another culture. 

We were and are a normal pair.

The Names and places are fictional but even the names are similar to real ones of Characters.

The dialogues are not entirely as they were. It happened a good few years ago and the memory fades, but their themes are real so far as I remember! Apart from this, I have kept a kind of journal over the last years in which I jotted down notes on things that have happened to us....

..’The Beginning’..

Let me go some years, some decades back...

I was in my third high school year when I met her. They came to our neighborhood when she was only a child. I saw her from the window of my room for the first time while their relocation to our neighborhood. I can remember after a little bit over thirty years, still exactly, it was a very hot sonny day. They were a married couple some years younger than my parents with three children, two daughters and one son. 

The oldest was a girl about 7 or 8 years old. As she came nearer to my window, her mother called from the Inside their new home:

‘Meena, please take care of your sister and brother.’

There were a boy about four and another girl about 5 or six years old. They all looked very pretty. 

Indeed this was a pretty family even their mother who could be mid thirty and in my young eyes an older lady, was beautiful!

They were about 3 months in our neighborhood before the mother of three became

gradually a friend of my mother.

My mother invited the new family in neighborhood for a dinner and after that night our parents were good friends. My younger sister who was 10 years old became a very good friend of Meena and my younger brother who is seven years my junior was actually always at their house playing with children.

The years went by and in a beautiful afternoon in spring, when I was twenty-two years old and while my Medical College studying, I discovered my love for her!

Meena was now 17 years old and she was the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen with long brown hair and the prettiest, deep brown eyes. Not long ago from now, she was looking at some magazine. She showed me a picture of an indian actress. I thought

I am looking at a photo of Meena. She herself was also very surprised about the similarity.

It was a photo of Huma Qureshi!...

At that time, I was dreaming every day and every night about her. 

She had the most beautiful smile when she looked at me.

I could see from her looks that she knew I am in love with her and she was enjoying this.

She is now even after so many years very attractive, a stunning thirty-eight years old woman with wavy dark brown hair but her smile enchants me still. She stands about 5' 6" tall. Her weight fluctuates between 125 and 130 pounds. Her measurements were and I suppose are still 36C-24-36. She has perfect coconut sized breasts that sway a little when she walks. Her nipples become very hard at the touch. She has very fair skin, a tight body and a firm butt for her age.

Those days, one time I asked my sister if she likes I take her with to see a new famous movie and I told her she can take Meena also with. She was delighted and told me she is going to ask Meena if she likes to accompany us. Meena accepted this immediately...

Next weekend we went to a cinema near their school. That was our first being together without our parents. We laughed and changed meaningful looks with each other.

In three months everybody in both Families knew that we loved each other.
Even her uncle Mansour noted this. He was a colleague of her father and the best friend of the family. He was at those days a man somehow overweight with average height, a balding head, and very hairy body. You could see this from his hairy chest and arms. He was a bit over forty years and had always a friendly behavior and laughing face. He was not good-looking, but the women always liked him because he was entertaining and he made them laugh all time when he was around. he had at first no family himself.

I heard his only relative is his old mother who lived in another city. Everybody could see Meena's uncle Mansour loved the children of his friend. He was often at their home and played with kids and they loved him too.
He and Mr. Salimi, the father of Meena had some important job and responsibility in an insurance company.

Meena and I were enjoying our youth and our sweet life.

After two years we were actually always together. We decided to marry after I finished my study next year, and both families were delighted over our plan.... 

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The Guest - 02

But before this, something upsetting took place. Uncle Mansour was arrested.

Meanwhile he had married and had a two years old son. There was some corruption suspected in their 

company. After some months it was sure that he and one colleague of him were guilty. This colleague was 

a friend of him, who was brought to their company by Mansour. He was about the same age but in a lower 

position in the company and I heard he had a not so clean and clear past. I have seen this friend of him only 

one time on the street as he spoke to Meena's father and uncle Mansour. He was a very thin and small person,

so small that as I saw him he had reminded me of a Midget! It was said that they had misappropriated and 

stolen a great sum of money.

The whole Salimi family even children were very upset and depressed. This was normal because everybody in 

the family and especially Meena loved uncle Mansour very much. She was very upset because of his family 

and especially his son. While he was in jail Meena and her parents visited him frequently but after some months

daily life dominated and the visits were only from her parents and this was also not so frequent and I heard it 

was stopped after two years. Meanwhile we heard that his wife wanted a divorce, then they separated and she

took their son with to another city...

We married just after I finished my medical study. Her Parents gave us a beautiful house as wedding Present. Actually the house belonged Meena. It was a big house for us two, with adjacent small Building for guests, a 

garden with swimming pool and two garages. We had noticed that her family had now more money to spend. My parents were told that Mr. Salami’s deceased Aunt was very rich and he inherited her legacy.
My Meena was now 20 and a really beautiful Lady. She was studying laboratory sciences. Some months after 

our marriage, Mr. Salami was retired and his family migrated to another city some hundred Kilometers away. This was the city where he and my mother in law were originally from.

Now it was a little bit quieter around us. We had a perfect marriage, we loved each other and we enjoyed 

our youth and comfortable life. That's not to say we never had disagreements or got crabby with each other. 

We did, but it was generally short-lived. Although we did not had all the same interests, but we had the same core values.

I was working successfully for my specialization in the university hospital and my lovely wife began the last 

semester of her study. We had decided to get our baby after her graduation.

For me our sex life was very good and I thought Meena feels the same. Although it was not kinky by any 

means, we had normal sex. We had our fair share of variety in the bedroom. When I say it was not kinky, 

I mean we were not into bondage, S and M, partner swapping or anything like that, and we were not to experiment with different extra ways to pleasure each other. Obviously she was satisfied with this and I had 

to accept it because I loved her over everything.

I often wanted to share my sexual fantasies with thinking about other ways or other persons in our sex life 

which was very arousing for me, but as I said it was only my fantasy, involving other people even if it was 

just a fantasy made me jealous. That is why I did not allow me to speak about these fantasies. 

Meena and I have been completely faithful to each other throughout our marriage. In fact, my loving wife had 

never sex with another man.

The year after that she finished her study and began to work in the Hospital where I worked. 

It was ideal for me to have her near to me. Practically we were all time together.

This was when she tried to get pregnant.
She was now 22 and I was 27 years old. Best age for us two, to became parents.

But after some months trying there was no sign of pregnancy. After consultation with Gyneacologist it was 

clear that there is no chance for her to become pregnant. She had as young girl some infection that made 

it impossible. This was very depressant for her.

I tried to calm her but there was always a type of sadness in her eyes to notice.

But generally we were lucky and satisfied with our life. Another disappointing incident happened at this time. 

Her father Mr. Salimi had a heart attack and after 2 days in hospital was dead. 

This was another sad time for all the family. Even my parents were very affected. 

Meena was upset for months...

4 years later I finished my Specialization exams and our financial situation improved more. 

Every one of us had a car and we often made holidays in exotic countries and enjoyed our life.

When Meena's 30thbirthday came, I took her out for a nice, romantic dinner.

This night turned out to be one of the most important nights of our life. 

We shared some great conversation and some good laughs. 

She looked magnificent. And I had plans for our night together...

 

Late at night as we got back home we saw somebody had called and left a massage on telephone.

Hello my princess, do you know me still? I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

I love to see you after so many years. I am in a hotel and this is the tel. number…

It was surprising for us. This was uncle Mansour. He was the only one who called my Meena as princess. 

We talked about it, and then Meena told me: “You know, now when I think, I remember that these days 

he should be freed after twelve years in jail. It is a shame to me that I forgot this. We have to ride to him..”

After 15 minutes we were in his hotel. He looked at least seventy years older, though he was about sixty. 

He was completely bald and had a large belly. He looked darker in his normally red face. But he was smiling 

as always. I could see that he has some old clothes on. Even his shoes were old and spent.

He took Meena in his strong and hairy arms and kissed her face and held her hands in his, looked in her eyes 

and said: “My princess, you look so wonderful, my princess 

is now a very beautiful lady.”

Then saw me and shook hands: “And this is our young Doctor, I am so proud of you both…”

We sat in his hotel room and chatted about half an hour. 

He told us that he had not much money but have to sell one of two inherited houses from his mother to make 

some capital for rest of his life. 

Her mother had died sometime ago and he was her only family member left behind. 

He repeated he was not guilty and some other colleagues were responsible for stolen money from his company. I was not sure if this is true. 

On the other side Salimi family were sure that he was not guilty, especially Meena.

I had the feeling that in addition to her feelings for him as her dear and kind uncle, now he is for her as 

substitute father after death of her real father.
Actually we spoke and laughed about the old times, when she and her siblings were young. 

I was astonished that he did not spoke much about her father. I thought perhaps he does not want Meena 

remember him and became sad.
She was now so happy that he is free, her uncle who was innocent but was arrested and gone to prison for so 

many years … she spoke even about the person or persons who took the money and told him: “Even papa was not sure if you don’t have to do with this, but I was all time sure and told everybody this was not you, not my uncle, I said always and by every opportunity that my uncle is innocent. I told everyone that you are only a victim..”

And then leaned forward, embraced him and kissed his face one more time. 

As Meena looked at me she saw that I am a little bit bored and tired.

She stood up and said: “Now uncle Mansi you are going to stay with us for the next time as long as you are here, you need a house to live and rest after so many unpleasant events and so much suffering. I don’t accept

your staying in a hotel, our home is also yours, isn’t so Nadir?”

The last sentence was spoken in my direction. I responded: “Sure, there is no doubt, you are welcome..”

And then we left the hotel...

At home we were all tired. We brought him to our Guest house and then went to sleep. 

Our Guest house was a separate building for Meena's family when they came to visit.

It was opposite to main building. It was a one floor building on other side of swimming pool with a big living 

room and one bedroom. It had all necessary infrastructure and comfort, even own combination of kitchen 

and dining room.

As we relaxed in our bed Meena turned to my side and said: “Tomorrow I am going with him shopping, 

he needs some new clothes but he had no money, I have to give him some money, I owe him...”

I could say nothing but: “It is okay, I go with.” ….

[kamdev99008]

This story was originally written at "xossip" under the name: AN OLD DEP DEP HAS TO BE PAID ! was released. 
The author was/is SALIR

http://www.xossip.com/showthread.php?1381629andpage=80

Before the last chapter, SALIR stopped writing for unknown reasons.

I will publish the story here in the hope that SALIR will see this and decide to finish it.

Or another user decides to continue the story ...

In this sense
Greetings from Berlin - Germany
Lollobionda

thanks dear for sharing this ultimate tale of love, lust, betrayal and cuckolding

CONGRATS

[Lollobionda]

I'm happy to publish this explicite story 'also in this forum'.
Have fun and enjoy reading...

Greetings
Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

03 - The Truth ...

Next day was a Saturday. At breakfast I had some strange feeling. Not because a third person sitting there 

but some unpleasant feeling. Perhaps I sensed that this day was going to change our life. 

After breakfast we gone to central shopping street. She paid for his new clothes and shoes, even helped him 

to choose and sometimes asked my opinion.

We got our lunch outside and afternoon about three o'clock we were at home.

He took his new things and said that he is tired and wants to sleep an hour. 

I was also tired but I had some work to take care of. I went to my Study room and my wife told me she 

is going also to lie down for some minutes.

At about 7 o'clock I called Mansour to com for dinner. After eating we sat in living room to chat and look at TV.

I asked him what his plan for future is. He looked at Meena who was sitting opposite to us and drinking a 

cup of tea. He had a smile on his face and then responded:

"I am not sure first I have to sell one house, I mean my mother's house which now belongs me. 

I don't know how much it is worth. Then I can start to plan. I am leaving tomorrow for my native town. 

I thank you both for your hospitality…"

Meena said: “It is clear, you are my uncle and you are always welcome. You don't need to thank us.”

I added: “Nevertheless.”

We chatted a little bit about this and that. I looked at watch. I was tired and it was about 10 o'clock.

Then apologized and said I am very tired and going to sleep.

Meena told me I am coming soon, my dear.

I went upstairs to sleep…

It was late at night when I woke up. I turned on my bedside lamp. I was alone in bed, where is Meena? 

I thought. The door of bedroom was not completely shut and I heard some softly speech from downstairs. 

They were still awake and speaking. I stand up to go to restroom then I heard some weeping sound. 

I went out of bedroom in dark and stood on last upper stair. I noticed they are not more in the living room. They were in the dining room. Carefully I went the stairs down to the last stair. They couldn’t see me but 

I could hear them clearly, the doors to kitchen and dining room were open.

She was crying and talking in between: “I don't believe it, it can't be true.”

He spoke quietly and relaxed: “We were not two but three, the third one was he. We went to jail and he took all money. But we remained loyal. He was after all my best friend. I told Saleh (Saleh was the friend which 7was arrested too) it has no sense to reveal your father. And now I am here and your father, my best friend 

who betrayed me and Saleh is dead. He spent our money for him and his family, and he had not even a guilty 

conscience at that. In the last years he forgot us completely and last seven years did not even visited me in jail."

Now Mansour sounded angry and his tone was rough and full of hate.

I was completely paralyzed. 

Finally I had the answers for my questions about my Father in law and his wealth in the last years. The story 

about rich aunt was not true.

First I decided to interrupt them and help my poor and broken wife.

But before this, she spoke: “But we have no money. I can sell our house and give you some money, but please

don't publicize this about my father, I give you everything I can but please don't speak about this, especially

not with my family. I will talk about that with Nadir. I am sure about him, he loves me and he will help…”

I made some quiet steps and stopped at the door which was half open. They could not see me. 

Careful to stay in darkness and not to be discovered, I looked in. They were sitting at dining table. 

She had her elbows on the table and her hands on her face and was crying.

He had his left arm around her shoulders: “You know princess, I know how you love me, I love you also 

and I don't want to hurt you. I don't want your money. I don't want to destroy your luck and your nice life 

I am going to talk with Saleh Leave him to me. But.”

She turned her face to him: “Thank you uncle. Give me some time, I give you what I can, we need some time

to sell the house and..”

"Meena, as I told, I don’t need your money.."

"But we have to do something for you, Now you have lost not only so many years of your life in jail and 

captivity but also everything else. And my fool father was guilty about the situation too.

“Yes sure he was. But do you know what I want?”

She thought for a moment and said: “Tell me uncle, what can we do for you?”

"Not all of you but only you my beautiful Princess, only you can give me what I want as compensation..."

There was silence. She looked at him for a short time with her beautiful and tearful eyes and then said quietly:

“What else can I do for you uncle…”

"I love you and ever since your last visit in prison, I could not get your image, your lovely face and your 

beautiful body out of my mind. I thought about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you,

feel you, touch you, kiss you and taste you. I just can't stand it anymore..."

Now Meena was shocked. I thought she is going to faint. She looked speechless with wide eyes at him for 

a long time. Then there came a word from her mouth with a tone which was unknown for me: 

“What do you say uncle, why do you say such things, are you crazy? Why are you doing this to me, uncle?

I thought you love me like your daughter and I believed on you, we were best friends."

"Sure we're best friends. I want to stay your friend; we remain really good friends, but not only simple friends... but very Special, very close friends. And nobody is going to find out it."

“This is crazy; I don't want to hear it more.” Then immediately she stood up. 

He held fast on her right wrist, and commanded: “Sit down Meena, I tell you when you can go otherwise...” 

Meena sat down reluctantly.

He went on: “I give you time to think and decide.”

He stood up, leaned forward and took her face in his hands and turned to him. She was now looking in his eyes with her tearful eyes.

He leaned forward and for the first time kissed shortly and lightly her lips.

She pulled her face back and looked disgusting at him.

“I am leaving tomorrow morning and come back in some days, make your decision.”

I hurried upstairs to our bedroom. I lay down on the bed and heard that he closed the front door behind him. My thinking was completely blurred and my brain out of function. I felt anger and hate. But I didn't know what to do. I decided finally to do nothing! She had to decide if she is talking with me about it or not. I respect her 

decision. I am not going to ask questions or anything like that. I tried to pretend that I am sleeping. 

She came in after about fifteen minutes. Went to restroom and then came back and lay down next to me. 

I could hear her quiet crying. 

I turned me over and take her in my arms. She hugged me tenderly not to wake me up. I slept after some minutes. Thank god next day was Sunday and I could rest a little bit longer, but I am sure that Meena did 

not sleep well....

04 - Bad Uncle! …

At breakfast table it was obvious that Meena was awake all night. Her eyes told me that she has been crying long.

She had all day swollen red eyes and was mentally absent. She complained of a headache and I tried not to disturb her all day. 

I went to work in my study. For dinner I took Meena to her favorite Italian restaurant. Although she ate almost nothing.

The following days went by rapidly, we were both very busy in hospital and it was a good Thing to be busy, especially for Meena.

She didn’t speak with me about that night and the incident...

After five days on Saturday afternoon Mansour was at our door. He kissed Meena on her cheeks completely normal as always. 

As we sat in the living room Meena made some Coffee and we chatted about Mansour’s house and his plans.

He had appointed an immobile Company to sell his house and he said this all takes time. Then we spoke about

the beauty of his home town and the sea next to that city.

Meena was all time very quiet and looked either at me or to the window.

After an hour he stood up and left to have a short nap. I told Meena for dinner we can go away to a near 

restaurant. She answered no, she had prepared the dinner before.

After dinner we sat to look at a TV-movie. All the time Meena tried not to be in direct speech with him. 

She went more than necessary to kitchen and stayed for some long minutes there.

About ten o’ clock I stand up and said: “Excuse me but I have to sleep. Tomorrow is for me a long work day. Good night.”

Mansour replied: “I wish you both also a good night. But before I go sleep, do you mind if I talk with Princess

about her financial helps to me? You know, I received a part of my mother's rest money. It is a good sum. 

And I like to pay back my debt.”

'This makes me happy for you then see you tomorrow.'

I went to Kitchen, kissed Meena and told her I am going to lie down and Mansour wants to speak with her.

 She nodded her head and said: “Good night my dear.”

I went upstairs, changed and five minutes later I was standing in upper floor next to the stairway. I stood 

silently in a dark corner and from downstairs nobody could see me. Even though I could hear and even see

what’s going on.

Meena came back in the living room and sat left side of him, not on couch but on a separate chair. 

They were both silent for a short time then he turned to her and asked quietly: “Did you think about it, did 

you decide princess?”

Meena began to cry with her head in her hands: “You are blackmailing me Mansi, you give me no chance...”

“Everything has its prize…”

“I had confidence in you but I was wrong…”

“My dear princess, all this has no sense what you say. I try to protect you and your family.”

“Please don't make me do this.” 

She looked at him and pleaded, her big beautiful eyes filling with tears.

“I am not making you do anything princess. This is only a deal. You know my mother died and I had not an 

opportunity to visit her for five years. I was not even by her side as she died, do you understand this?”

“I know, you have suffered so much, it makes me sad, but am I guilty? Why do you do this to me? He who 

was responsible for your misfortune is dead and if this is your revenge…”

“This is no revenge. I admire you and I desire you and can’t take revenge on you, even if I decided to take one.

I know you are not guilty. It was our fault. You are most innocent and perfect person in the world. Perhaps this

is why I want you. For me you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, I don't know if your  husband knows it. I don't think so. He is busy with his plans and his work, but I need you and I'll get you. Do you understand me?”

“You know that if Nadir ever knew this he'd kill us both.”

He laughed quietly: “He will not know.”

She stared at him through her tears. She was silent for some minutes and only looking at him. 

I could not read anything in her eyes, not even Anger or hate. I think this was for her the time Phase in which,

the reality of her situation was finally sinking in.

She stood up slowly, so if she is firming her resolve. glanced at him for a short moment and said softly: “I don’t

know if I can do it.” 

Then turned and went in the Kitchen.

He paused one minute, then stood up and followed her.

I didn't know what to do. Perhaps it was the time to intervene. But I thought I know her, she will rule it and everything will be okay. Perhaps in my inside I wanted to be sure that my loving wife is faithful. Perhaps in my inside wanted to test her love for me.

The kitchen door was open. In the living room we had generally a dim light. There were some spots only 

to lighten the sitting space. She doesn't like when there is not too much light in the room. 

I tiptoed quietly downstairs and stopped behind the kitchen door. Now I could see them. 

She was by the kitchen sink and he was standing one step behind and looking at her back. Meena knew sure 7

that he stands there. He moved forward, slipped his hands around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She tried to free herself at first, but he grew bolder, turned her around and tried to kiss her and meanwhile ran his hands over her hips. Meena was wearing as usual at home some jeans. 

She pushed him away, shook her hand angrily and said emphatically: “No, please no… uncle, you’re a guest 

in our home, Give me your word you’ll behave. Otherwise we wake up Nadir.”

Mansour just laughed good-naturedly: “Nadir sleeps deep, he is sure now out to the world.”

He started gently to caress her cheek with back of his right hand. His left hand was now holding her shoulder. Then he said confidently and victoriously: “I know you have decided for me. Otherwise he was informed about

 it. Then why do you resist?”

And tried again to kiss her lips, she tried one time more to push him away: “This is not true...”

Mansour's tone changed a Little and I heard he is impatient: “I seems to me that you don't understand. I for 

my part renounce my right but If I left loose, Saleh gives you and your family no chance. You don't know him, 

he is violent and since our release I put myself against him for you and protect you all. What I ask for this all 

is only that you are a little nice to me...”

He tried again to kiss her lips, she tried one time more to push him away.

“I need time, please wait…” She took one step back.

He came nearer and continued: “But I have no time my princess. I am too old to wait,who knows if there will 

be a tomorrow for me. I have waited a long, long time and now I have what I want. There is no negotiation.

Sorry. But I promise you that Nadir will never hear about this if you don’t tell him about us.”

Meena had one time more flushed face and tearful eyes. She turned her back to him and looked down and said:

“But I can't do this, you can't be serious, you are my uncle, it is wrong.”

Mansour slipped his arm around her waist and kissed softly her neck and murmured: “It can’t be wrang, this is

only love and love never is wrong.”

This time she did not reject seriously. This astonished me. This old, fat, balding man, who was even somehow 

shorter than her was going to seduce my lovely young wife.

At this moment I had a strang heart palpitation and some strange feeling. I was upset and mentally injured 

but on the other side very excited. I thought this is because I was nervous thinking that they could catch me,

but even I could feel my dick lightly erected!

This was new for me. Some other guy tries to kiss my wife and that excites me.

I thought this is because we hadn't had sex for days and now my balls were aching to be released.

He turned her one time more toward himself and attempted to kiss her on her lips.

Meena pushed against his chest, turning her head to the side, but I could see his hands were holding the 

cheeks of her ass tightly, crushing her against his groin. I could see by Meena’s red face that she was pretty 

upset. He tried to turn her face toward his and after a short struggle she gave way. And He finally forced her 

face toward himself and looked straight in her eyes, then lowered his face into the softness of her neck. 

I could hear her soft mutterings of protest, but Mansour seemed oblivious to them. 

Suddenly, I noticed his hands were on her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples through her white shirt. One arm across her chest, he unbuttoned her shirt as she glared at him.

She was trembling: “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now!"

She was almost crying at this point: “I’ll scream, Mansi.”

I heard her say softly: “Nadir will hear me.”

Mansour laughed: “An explosion couldn’t wake him up. Relax. Your screaming or yelling can cause only trouble for you.”

She started to say something, but Mansour crushed his mouth down on hers. I could see from my distance she

was giving an honest effort to resist, but Mansour was too strang. He was trying to hold her motionless. 

He had her beautiful breasts bare now. While playing with her nipples, he forced his tongue on her lips. Mansour’s both hands were on her buttocks now.

I had gone from a guy curious about whether his wife would be faithful, to a man with a raging hard on. 

I was terribly excited. My cock was stiff as an iran stick. I had since my teenager years not such a hard on only

from looking at some erotic scene. Now this was happening with my lovely Wife. Masour’s knee was between 

her long legs as he continued kissing her.

I heard her trembling voice: “No, god damn it, Mansi. Stop it now!”

Mansour was not about to stop. I heard Meena gasp. At first, she simply stood there, there was no resistance

more. She let him kiss her. It was a passionate, lip mashing kiss. He tried to force his tongue in her mouth. 

My beautiful Meena was responding to his playing tongue on her lips, but she resisted and didn’t open her mouth.

I could see Mansour was getting to her at last.

Now I heard a soft moan of protest from her. Then she screamed softly.

First she didn’t respond, trying to resist, hold something back, but finally she groaned and wrapped her arms 

around his back, kissing him back on his lips just as vigorously.

I almost came right then. It didn’t take long, Mansour stopped their kiss and said with a firm voice: “Come, we go to my bedroom.”

I think Meena only now realized what is going on. She released her from his embracing and said: 

“No Mansi, you go sleep. We don’t want him to wake up and come after me. Please go sleep, we have time...”

I could imagine that he wanted sure more but he otherwise knew the way the game was played he needed to wait and come at her again when she would give him a little more.

Then she looked direct in his eyes and continued: “I promise you…”

She kissed him shortly on his lips and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and let her go, then said: “Okay, but You have to promise me first something.”

“What?”

“You don’t put on Jeans or any other trousers when I am around. I want to see you always with skirts on. 

I like to see your shapely legs.”

“But I can't promise it. I would try sometimes...”

“Sorry, but there is no negotiation. All time when I am here, and no rejection, understand.”

“But…”

He said forcefully: “You heard me.”

Then she said softly: “Yes, I promise.”

Tomorrow night is my last night before I travel. You know what that means?

He took her one time more in his arms, turned her face to him, looked in her eyes and said: 

“You are mine, you belong to me…is this clear?”

This was too much. I was married to her but I had never dared to say or even think that I own her. 

I waited for her reaction.

She hesitated a moment then her head nodded while looking down.

He said firmly: “Look at me when talking and respond my question.”

She looked at his face and murmured: “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I belong to you Mansi.”

“Good, that's what I wanted to hear.”

Then looked at her up and down and added: “I see you tomorrow my princess. Don’t forget about what you put on.”

She nodded again.

I hurried quietly to stairs and up in our bedroom. After some minutes Meena also was there. 

She lay down, turned to me and hugged me....

[Lollobionda]

05 - Looking at Old Photos ...

I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking all time. I didn’t know what she was going to do and this made me uncomfortable and sleepless. 

But obviously she was also still not sure what to do. I trusted her. 

She was never the type of even a bit of flirting. I wondered how far she will let things to go? How far before she actually do the act and cheats on me? And then the question that came next; what would I do about it? I should have stopped this before it started but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe.

Meena was sure a passionate wife and eager about sex.

My only complaint was that she had a rather conventional idea of what was proper so much so that since long time I was sure that pushing her to be more adventurous about sex, would be actually counterproductive.

I had always been gentlemanly, she was therefore taken by surprise by Mansour’s physical aggression she encountered now and did not really know how to respond to it. Perhaps he misinterpreted her mild refusals as shyness and timidity; her physical resistance was so hesitant and weak that he probably took it to be untruthful and hollow.

Meena’s behavior when he kissed and touched her, seemed as she was responsive.

I think he believed she'd do anything he wanted her to do and that she wanted to do it, though she was too ashamed to admit it.

I thought tonight at first she herself was not sure what to do and how to behave. She said to me one time years ago, perhaps shortly after our marriage, actually she did not think much about the sex itself, but she wanted to be liked, she loved the romantic attention. This was the reason why I didn’t dare to go further with sexual activities. 

In recent months I was very busy with my work and now after this incident, I had the feeling that I had neglected her. I think my treatment of her in last times had driven her to emotional longing and our sex life was actually partially empty for her. So that she wanted to be loved demonstrative, emotionally and physically. In the end of my sleeplessness I came to conclusion that it was all my fault if she was going to give

herself to him, my own fault.

This was emotionally a moment of a deep pain in me. But despite all of fantasies of mine, I could never really imagine her getting in bed with him...

Next day she was trying to behave normally. We exchanged some words while driving to hospital. I was slightly clear-headed than last sleepless night. I thought I am not allowed to neglect or forget the most important factor and cause of her behavior: the blackmailing! but why she does not talk with me about it?

Obviously she didn't want me or any other in the family to know about her father.

She is sacrificing herself! Okay, this matched to her. But then the devil was back in my head: Was that the only reason for her behavior? I had the egoistic and childlike feeling that she had her secrets which she hiding from me. Therefore I was perhaps deep in my inner a bit angry with her.

At lunch we were sitting vis-à-vis as always and chatting some normal issue, but all the time she seemed worried and thinking. I was very curious and excited, what is going to happen this night?

I suggested for dinner to go away. She accepted it and told me to invite Mansour too.

I said: “Sure.”

Afternoon I was planning some change in security system of our house. I took the Friday free but I didn’t tell her about it. Then as we moved in our house, Meena's father talked us into a very specialized alarm-security system. He claimed that in the event of theft, if we have a modern security-system we would have no problem with insurance company to be paid. We let some cameras to be installed in the house.

They were the best quality and very sensitive. I told Meena that this is worth to invest in such technical perfection and the price does not matter. The cameras were very small and they transmitted images from each corner even from guest house or garden. Their function was dependent of movement in the space which controlled by each of them. They were hidden and secret. Nobody should be able to detect them, unless he knew about their location! They could be turned on or off by a switch in the garage.

I did this always manually when leaving. This turned the security system and cameras on.

When they were on, once the motion sensors had been tripped the cameras recorded everything but then they stopped if there was no movement after five minutes.

The cameras were linked to a hard disc with high capacity and automatically every active camera was recorded. I could look at recorded films and eventually after controlling them to delete or download the files on my computer. 

Each room had multiple cameras so every angle was covered and nothing was missed.

If I wanted I could even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if I needed to. When we were home I kept the cameras turned off and I controlled the whole system through my PC.

Now I wanted to be the only one who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on. Anotrher Point was to Change the system so that turning off the security system only turn off the alarms but not inactivate the cameras. But I wanted that nobody knew about this. Especially not Meena. I intended to control and record our house even if we or one of us at home. I wanted to separate the two systems, cameras and security system with alarm which were primarily integrated, to make it possible the cameras to be active without security system. In addition I planned to let some very sensitive microphones to be installed which should function simultaneously to cameras, I wanted to see and hear what is going on when he is there and they two are alone even if I am not at home. One of my Patients was a specialist for electronic devices. 

I phoned him, explained my plan and made an appointment with him. He was not curious and did not ask about my target.

At five o’clock we were home. Meena said she needs to take a bath. As she appeared in the living room I saw she is wearing a white blouse with a green knee length loose skirt. Normally she wears jeans and rarely a skirt at home. I had to admire her beautiful legs in that. She had loose hair and seemed more relaxed.

I asked: “You wear skirts at home?”

She laughed and said: “This is the first time that you notice this. I needed some variety. This is for you my dear, to look at me sometimes.”

I was a little bit injured and jealous. I knew that was not for me but for her old, fat uncle. Did she it willingly and wanted to satisfy him or was she seriously forced to do it? Yes, he demanded her to put on skirts but did not tell something about her hand and foot nails. They were polished purple red like years ago as she was a young student...

In last years she had a light polish color if any and this only on her hands.

Mansour was not still there. Later he came home and went direct to his room.

After half an hour we were sitting and chatting. He told us about his day and explained his meetings with some old friends in terms of Investigation for a small business in his home city.

Meena was comparing to last day very relaxed but I felt she refused to look directly in his eyes. Finally she looked at wall clock and told me: “I prepare something for dinner, We do not go away to eat, you want sure look at your loving Snooker game on TV as every Monday.”

I looked at his direction: “If it doesn’t matter.”

He laughed: “No, I prefer also to sit here and chat with my lovely Princess and look at old photos we intended to see, but meantime I bring a bottle champagne which I bought today.”

'We have to celebrate the progress of my business plans...'

While eating he made silly flirtatious jokes and glanced at Meena lustfully when he thought I might not see him. She in turn blushed at his attention. Meena was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation.

After dinner we sat again in dining room chatting for a while and the champagne flowed. Meena was now glowing and in a little carefree mood.

There was some slow music playing on the Stereo as always . Mansour looked at her and said: “This a nice music; reminds me of old times and my youth. Would you dance with me please?”

I knew all too well that when Meena drinks she gets a bit too relaxed. 

She looked short at me and then turned to him: “Sure uncle if you wish.. But we go to living room for a short time before sports program begins.”

“Okay as you wish, but you need to have patience with me. I haven't danced since over ten years..”

He stood up and extends his hand as if to lead her to dance floor. Meena didn't refused and took his hand. 

They went in living room, and I followed and sat on the couch. It was a dim light there as always. He led her with his both hands on her sides and she put her hands on his shoulder. They danced with distance. He knew that I was watching.

Then the music stopped and began a quick piece of latina music.

They separated and he said: “I am too old for this one. Thank you my darling princess.”

She leaned a bit and responded: “It was a pleasure for me my uncle.”

And they laughed.

It was time for my favorite sport program... 

Mansour told Meena: “What about old photos you promised to show me?”

She looked at me, I told: “Okay I sit down to TV, you can go look at photos and admire your Youth!”

She looked at me offended and he said: “It is right for me what you say, but Princess looks just like those times as she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl in the city.”

She looked at him, smiled and said: “Thank you my uncle. He’s unashamed and sometime I think he needs to learn how to speak with and about a Woman.”

He grinned and said: “I hope he is at least better in his other important duties as a husband.”

She laughed and answered: “I don’t claim but more to learn about that, is also not bad for him.”

“I see...” He added and they both laughed.

She was practically flirting with him...

I was a little irritated and said: “Okay, that is enough. It is time for me.”

We went all in the dining room. I took my Glass and went out.

He sat vis-a-vis to the open door to the living room. This door was normally always open, and you see could the dining table completely. 

Then looked forward and stand up and came to the door: “I shut the door, otherwise we disturb you…”

Meanwhile was Meena back with Photo albums from upstairs and came in from other door. I saw her uestioning look before the door to me was shut. I heard him saying:

“Now Nadir has his rest. By the way today I had also an appointment with Saleh..”

One moment there was a silence, than Meena asked: “Is he here?”

“Yes, he is also searching a job and wanted to know what am I doing. He asked about your family too.”

Again silence. Meena asked: “He plans to stay here?”

“No he is going back to our home town. But he was very upset and I had to calm him down. He needs money to live. I have to do something for him.”

I was sure that to speak about Saleh was his plan to unsettle and worry her. Mansour wanted to emphasize that he controls the situation and to stress indirectly the harm which can caused by Saleh. He was trying to accent that he is the one who prevents this harm to Meena and her family. I was sure that he had success with his aim. I knew Meena, she was sure now more worried.

I turned TV on, turned the tune volume a little louder. Then I hurried to other door.

It was also shut. I waited a little and tried to hear something, but there was only silence. Then I had some idea. We have another room in ground floor. This was originally planned for servants from the past owner of house. We had never a servant. Meena changed it to a walk in closet. The door from this room to dining room was always locked. There was a glass window in upper part of door, and under the window, there was a slot possibly for head of house to be heard when calling the servant. I went into the closet and shut the door carefully. There was a dimly light coming from dining room lamp. The short Ladder for Wardrobe normally stood exactly at right place in front of the door. I climbed on the ladder until I was at the right level.

I didn't expect that what happens great in this moment, but I was wrang.

They were looking at photo albums on dining table. Mansour was sitting near to the locked door and Meena sat on his left side. They sat at narrow side of the table. This was the far end of dining table when coming from living room, but vis-à-vis to the door of the living room. I thought this was intentional because so, they had more control over that door and me. They wanted not to be caught. I think he wanted it so. 

They sat very close to each other. He had his left hand on her schoulder and caressed her neck, his other hand was on the table. Meena was busy browsing the album. She made sometime an explanation about photos. I could see clearly the nearness of their body and especially their thighs together. Several times, as she moved, her skirt slid little back down her thighs. 

After a short time he whispered something in her ear.

I heard only one word: ‘….skirt.’

I thought perhaps he is thanking her for wearing a skirt. Then he took her hand right in his. She stopped to look at album and turned to him, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Meena stopped him and said softly: ‘Wait a moment.’ …and stood up.

I hurried down and out, and at the moment that she opened the living room door I was by WC door I pretended to go in. She asked: ‘Do you need some drink?’

I said: ‘Only water, thank you.’

“Stay you long?”

“No, I am going to work upstairs then sleeping. The game is boring. You also don’t stay too late. You must go to bed to get up early for work.”

I didn’t wait for her reply and went in. After one minute I came out. A glass of water was on the table. I drank it, turned off the TV and the main light then went back to closet. From the closet window I could watch as Meena came back from kitchen and went to door of living room, opened it and looked around. 

She noticed that the light is off and I am not more there. Then she shut the door and went back to him. Mansour was watching her with admiring eyes. 

He told her: ‘Stay there. I want to see your sexy legs…’

She smiled and stayed two steps away from table.

He ordered: ‘Now turn around…’

Meena turned slowly around. I saw his eyes which followed her movements. 

He was enjoying his power on her. 

I noticed her smile. 

Obviously she was delighted by his interest and attention on her. 

My cock was hard. I was also the game. Everybody was enjoying it!

Almost perfect. But two more things.

At this moment she was with her back to him and began to turn around, but he said: “Stay still!”

Then added: ‘First you are going to cut your hair like old times and second you are going to put on the necklace I gave you for your 16th birthday, at least when we are alone...’

and then approached from behind to her....

06 - Intimate Touches! ...

I thought now Mansour was sure pleased that he had her so ready and manageable, even obedient, under control.

Her back was turned to him and she was only wearing her light blouse, her green skirt and sandals. I thought she wears sandals not to be too tall. He was a relatively small man and she wanted not to be taller than him sure. I admired Meena’s rounded hips which were simply perfect, smoothly contoured and faultless curved. Her ass was in a word, womanly. Not a small, compact or bubble type. No, but Just ideally suitably to the rest of her body. It was an implicit vision of pledge and an invitation to absolute forbidden desires. Her arms were shapely and well-formed, with no indication of looseness. Her legs were impressively beautiful. They were perfectly and in the best possible way matching her height, with excellently turned calve. At that moment as 

I watched all this, I thought my Meena is just the perfect woman, and I thought Mansour stands there watching on her back, sees this all and thinks the same.

Now he was immediately behind her. While he nuzzled and kissed her neck, he stretched out his right hand up under her loose blouse to feel her front and his left Hand slipped under it to touch her back. As I watched all this I thought I am sexually basically very inhibited. He was much older but much more aggressive than I had ever been sexually. I immediately had the feeling, rather foreboding in my heart that if my wife gave in just a little to what he wanted, he would take that for permission and go ahead and take it all and not even take an eventual NO from her mouth for an answer, unless absolutely physically denial and rejection from her side to what he wanted.

I spied further on, now Mansour had gotten a hand on her right almost bare tit up under the blouse then with his left hand opened the top two buttons of blouse and began first to caress her left breast under small satin bra.

He murmured into her soft dark hair: ‘Turn around my princess.’

Meena is now at his mercy, I thought.

Meena turned around and looked with dreamy eyes at his. I could see her wistful gaze and she was now clearly flushed in her face. He was looking directly at her breast then leaned forward and tried to kiss the upper bare part of her pale beautiful left tit which was now down to nipple visible.

Meena put at this moment a stop to it. She glanced at the living room door and at the same time pulled down the blouse bottom hem. What I last saw was his persistence to try kissing her bare tit again. 

She giggled softly: ‘Mister Impatient!’

Then she was for a moment serious and while looking at the door as if hearing some noises, told him: ‘There is something, I have to check..’

Meena began to close the buttons of her blouse. I had no time to lose. I hurried out and before she opened the door I reached the last upper Stairs in darkness. She could not see the last upper stairs from the dining room door. I was right away in bedroom, lying under bedcover and pretending to sleep.

I heard her opening the door and coming in. After a short pause she called quietly my name: ‘Nadir… Nadir..’

I didn’t responded. She was on the way out, but she stood one moment by the door, turned over and then went in the bathroom. After a short time she was out but no water flush was to hear. She left the bedroom immediately and quietly not to wake me up. I stood up and went to bathroom. I smelled a strong scents odor there. Her favorite parfumes, I thought. Then I saw her bra on the washbasin edge. She had taken off her satin blue bra and left it there. That meant she goes now without bra.

I heard the flush from downstairs restroom. I waited a bit and then carefully stood up and went to the stairs. The door to kitchen was open and lights on. First I sat there on the floor near to upper stair to watch and hear better and at the same time not to be detected. In this position, they couldn't see me from downstairs, apart from this they I was asleep.

I heard she is moving around in the kitchen. Then I saw him coming out from the dining room and sat on the couch looking at the kitchen door which was open.

She came out, with two wine glasses in her hands. It was strange. She drinks normally not much. This night she was drinking too much for her habits. She gave him his glass and sat in front of him. They sipped it slowly.

 

She looked at him and said: ‘He is sleeping..’

He smiled and asked: ‘Then sit next to me, princess..’ And made space.

She stood up and went to him. Now they were sitting only with some inches distance. 

He took her wine glass and put down both glasses on the table. Then turned to her and took her in his embrace. His right hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. His left hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His left hand rose higher to caress the soft curve of her cheek. Meena snuggled closer in his embrace if she needs tenderness and protection, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.

Now I noticed in her behavior some nervousness. Perhaps she was not sure. 

She had promised to give her to him, promised that this night will be his night. But now she is not sure, I thought.

Mansour was not a handsome man, he has never been, though he was undoubtedly a powerful, dominant alpha male. And this melted Meena sure. She was always fascinated by dominant male characters in movies and books even politics. This was the point that I often noticed. As a sixty-three years old man, Mansour was over thirty three years older than her, but the years seemed meaningless. Even for her. 

“Ohh...” She gasped. 

I could see now clearly that her eyes were tearful. Meena was crying!

His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch.

His hand on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes.

She closed her own, and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose and at last his lips dipped and met hers. His hand effortlessly held her head in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Mansour as he kissed her. It was rather tender but again only lip mashing kiss.

They separated and he looked at her face. His eyes were locked on hers. It seemed to me the his eyes are powerful and somehow hypnotic and I imagined that Meena is losing herself in those eyes. Now she approched with her lips to his and repeated their kiss. This time he was more passionate and I watched as she melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding to his stAryang one, and were seeking out his hungrily.

Now she again sought to pull herself together. She pulled away instinctively then stood up. As if she thinks this is forbidden what here happens...

‘Mansi I don't think this is right, I can't do it, I can't help it!’ And went to other side of table.

He stood up. Now I could see he is a bit angry. He was now talking louder: ‘You are playing a game which I am not interested in.’

She stood motionless. She was facing towards the dining room wall and looking forward. 

I thought she was trying to decide.

The question for me was how much of this what happening is what she wants, and how much she feels she had to do, to protect our happy life and lifestyle and that of her family. I was sure that deep in her decent and rational thinking, she believes that her behavior and what she does, is an act to protect other members of her Family including me and the way to achieve this target is to sacrifice herself. But at this moment, after what I saw previously, was for me clear and obvious: A part of her being, mentally or/and physically is enjoying this game.

‘Turn around and look at me..’ He said with commanding voice.

She turned immediately around looking at his face. Obviously the tone of his voice had a power over her. 

He walked closer to her. Now she was looking down. 

He put her hand under her chin, forcing her to look up: ‘I said look at me, in my eyes..’

She looked up and met his eyes. I think she saw his rage.

‘Do you play a game with me?’ This time it was even louder.

Meena looked at my direction and pleaded: ‘Not so laud Mansi, you can wake up him..’

‘I do not care.’

She took his hands and kissed them: ‘I am so sorry, this is not a game.’

‘Do you want me to leave you alone?’ He asked.

There were a mixture of hurt and threat. “No, I mean I don’t want you to be angry and hate me, but..”

Now he spoke quietly and encouragingly: “It's okay, Princess. I promise I won't be mad, I leave just now if you don’t want me. I can't damage you and more I can't see you are suffering. I promise, I leave immediately and you or your family will never hear from me again…”

Finally meeting his gaze lower lip trembling with tears welled up in her eyes, shamefully shaking her head she murmured: “I am so sorry Mansi, I want you to stay, Please..”

I think at this moment she gave up, she had decided, her fear was gone and she was no more upset.

Mansour had won. He was satisfied how thing are run. He took her tender hands in his.

Meena said softly: “You make me feel so good and safe when you are near. Your presence had done this always..”

And while looking past him, eyes focused on some thought she was developing, continued: “But I know it's wrong, so wrong. I feel good and awful at the same time. I'm a horrible wife for him, I think…”

My eyes were tearful and my heart ached. There it was, out in the open. 

She loved me as her husband, but she wanted her so much as a man.

He smiled kindly and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her eyes: “I am feeling the same way. You have to do what your soul and body demands, Your bad feelings disappear soon, you know things can and have to change over time, especially bad feelings. You are the most wonderful, beautiful, desirable and innocent creature god had ever put on the earth. I am so lucky to hear from your mouth that you want me to stay. I never leave you, my poor, beautiful princess I will always be with you, truly, even if I am dead!”

I saw a tremendous relief in her eyes...

He bent toward her, this time she tilted her head to meet him, they kissed deeply and passionately on the lips. Her shapely body contrasting starkly against his heavy belly, and the contrast of his old, narrow and pale lips against her beautiful, full and naturally red lips were strange. Then he began working her ear with his tongue. I thought it is now sure very obvious to him that she wears no bra as he pressed her to himself and feels her breast on his. Probably he knows now that she removed them upstairs.

He looked into her eyes. His grin was back: “Show me your tits…” He said and looked down at her chest, waiting.

Meena exhaled sharply. His eyes had never moved from her breast. She watched his eyes Intensely and started to open the buttons of her blouse one after other. Now her proud, beautiful breasts were to see.

His eyes slowly circled her breast, then crossed to her right breast. His constant grin made his eyes seem to twinkle. This was interrupted when she realized that his grin had given way to movement. 

“Okay?”

Mansour smiled at that: “Okay what?”

“Do you like them?”

“Sure, they are lovely, now come here..”

Then he took her hand and pulled her toward the couch where they was sitting before, and continued: “Let's get rid of this blouse, let me see what only your husband gets to see…”

Still standing next to couch he pulled the blouse off her in a hurry to expose her firm and perfect tits. Then sat down and pulled her on his lap with her facing him and her legs on his sides. He take her breasts in his hands, they we just and fit in his hands completely. He leaned forward began to suck on her lovely nipples one after the other. They got immediately very hard like bullets. Then he put his hands on her knees and pushed them forward feeling her smooth soft legs. Now he stretched his hands under her skirt holding her panty clad ass in his hands and kissed her again full on her lips. 

Mansour looked then at her eyes and while caressing her ass cheeks lustily stated: “You have such an amazing ass...such a hot body, my princess. I had admired it and fantasized about it since your teen years…”

Then without waiting for her statement gently turned her over on her back on couch and stood up.

Meena's skirt was bunched around her hips, her panties partly and her beautiful tits were completely visible. 

I could see my wife, my Meena, clearly from this near distance under the light of spots, with her hard nipples very clear erect, her skirt was up the shapely thighs, her knees apart, almost lewdly laying back into the couch.

I could see the tantalizing white flash of her satin panties with the lace front. Meena had gotten them as gift from me on our wedding day anniversary some months ago and she was wearing them today for first time. Obviously this is a somewhat special night for her, I thought. I felt my groin tingle with anticipation. Meena looked great in skirt and her panties and, as she made no real attempt to cover up, I guessed she was doing it deliberately to tease him. Mansour was looking directly at her shapely thighs.

Mansour knelt down, now he was on his knees between her shapely thighs and in short distance to her naked breasts.

I was very excited. Meanwhile I noticed that his hands is on Meena’s tits and gently caressing them. Soon enough, his right hand slid down to her belly and then under her skirt. I had the feeling Meena stiffened as if she was resisting.

‘Let me take your skirt off…’ He murmured huskily.

At that moment, I thought actually he is going to see my wife completely naked soon...

I thought now I prefer to be able to stop them but I seemed still unable to move.

I could see his strong arm stiffened also, as his fingers flowed across the lace front of her panties. 

His hand searched further down and for an instant it seemed she is offering resistance. Thinking she wanted it to stop, I thought one time more to stand up and step down to intervene. But at that very moment, Meena's right thigh fell open. She leaned a little forward and up and I saw in awe for first time she initiated a long and passionate kiss. It looked like two lovers are kissing.

I could see in her dreamy eyes, on her flushed face and her body reactions, obviously and unquestionably, she was definitely enjoying this all...

Meanwhile Mansour began to massage her crotch with his fingers and I could see her hips started to move slowly back and forth, humping his hand and her kiss intensified, a sure sign for me that she was eager and wanted him to continue. Mansour had sensed it too and still kissing her lips and fondling her, began to push Meena back slightly towards the backrest of the couch. Easily she lay back down onto it. 

They separated. 

Her eyes opened, faraway, but glazed: she looks out as if she is flying blindly through sky I thought.

I began to wonder just how far this would go.

Kneeling still in front of her, Mansour’s hands were by her panties. He eased his fingers under the elastic of Meena's panties and across to her soft, warm mound. Her legs were just moving slowly and sluggish and her hips were rotating gently with the movement.

I could imagine Mansour's fingers under Meena’s panties as he worked skillfully at the lips of her choot, working them apart.

Meena's hips were still slowly gyrating when suddenly she panted and her thighs flew completely apart. I could say this was her reaction to Mansour's thick finger which probably slipped between her choot lips. I froze again. 

I heard him say hoarsely: ‘You feel so hot, my princess…’

Meena simply let out a low 'mmmmmm….'

Then she came forward to him, put her hand on his neck and pulled his face to her.

And began to suck on his lips and then for first time searched his tongue. 

I could see from his hand’s movement that his finger slid deeper, back and forth along the hidden furrow of her slippery wetness, I heard she moaned into his mouth, while her kissing became much more passionate and hot now. 

Meena's gyrating hips began an intense and violent grinding and I could plainly hear the unmistakable sound of slopping that

Mansour's strong finger by pushing and pressing roughly into her choot, caused. Now as Meena’s moans intensified, I could say he had a second finger deep in her cunt.

I was now sure that actually Mansour, her beloved uncle is the first stranger who won the prize of getting my Meena’s beautiful choot.

I saw her climaxing is near. I watched as Meena covered his hand with her own. Mansour lifted his head to gaze at her, and she kissed him immediately and deeply. Meena moved her hands again up, to either side of his face, took his head and without words, directed him to her breasts.

He searched her sensitive right nipple. Meena threw her head back as his lips envelope the nipple. I could see the joy on her face.

I thought even if I appear and stay there, right before her eyes, she was not able to resist her oncoming climax. They both worked on intensely and were well on their way to her orgasmic explosion. It seemed she is enjoying entirely his superior strength over her body and soul.

I was busy stroking carefully my dick with long firm strokes, anticipating her pleasure.

Meena was now trembling. 

Mansour gripping her hips, kissed her hard once more, then staring into her eyes said: ‘I am going to make you cum my lovely princess…’

Then he began pumping vigorously into her with his thick fingers. Meena's hip's started faster to grinding. 

I saw at the same time her breathing stopped. I watched with fascination as Meena's muscles flex then her orgasmic explosion started. I could imagine how her choot began to spasm, tightening powerfully and then releasing upon his fast working thick fingers. 

At this moment Meena grabbed the back of Mansour’s neck and held him firm close to her body. I saw she is trying to prevent her own cries of orgasmic ecstasy, not to wake me up, they were only screaming and then moaning sounds.

Now I noticed her facial expression; she was in another world.

Then slowly her choot’s grasp around Mansour’s chubby fingers relaxed.

Mansour knew now was the point of time, I thought. He knew now that Meena was his, for always and would soon be his slut. As her sweating and moving body slowed and relaxed, while still panting, Meena lay sleepily there, her thights slightly parted, her glazing glance fell upon him.

She murmured: ‘Mansi, my dear, that was wonderful…’

Now after her sudden orgasmic release, I watched as Meena moved her hand slowly towards Mansour's trousers searching eagerly his dick, while looking in his eyes.

This left no doubt about her wish and request. She wanted to reward him....

[Lollobionda]

07 - First Familiarity 

I wondered if she was really aware with whom she was, who made her orgasm previously and whose prick is she searching?! If she realize this man she is going to give herself to, is her uncle Mansour and not me? I felt like a fool after this thought!

To make her easier to reach her target Mansour stood up immediately. He was now standing and looking at her almost nude sexy body, with patient expectation. He was still clothed completely. I thought this is probably because he is ashamed over his unlovely and untidy appearance and this gave me a satisfactory smile.

But he had still a grin on his face: “You are really most beautiful woman I have ever seen my dear princess.”

“Probably you haven't seen many women so.”

She joked and while caressing his groin over his trouser's texture mildly laughed.

Mansour leaned slightly forward, brushed with his right hand her semi-moist hair back from her shoulders, then cradled her face in his hands and kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately than before. She murmured her pleasure through his deep kiss one time more.

Mansour had her so ready and eager, I thought. I get a cramp in my lower back, from trying to see more in this position but before to make some movement, I heard him speaking with hoarse commanding voice: “Open my trousers, open it for me my princess..”

Instinctively I felt I have to break it up as tactfully as I could but I was frozen! I don't know whether it was shock or excitement but, either way, I just froze.

This time directly with shaking hands, my sweet wife touched his erection over trousers fabric. This was her first time contact with another dick besides mine, I told me. I saw Meena's eyes became one moment wider and she looked astonished direct in his eyes.

Then she sat up a little and pulled his zipper down completely.

I didn't understood her surprised reaction first. 

She looked down one time more at zipper slit and put her right hand in, past his trousers fly. 

Then suddenly looked with amazed gaze at his eyes and gasped: “My god!”

He was grinning. In another brief second, his hardness came out half on own motion and half with her help. It was a huge Instrument!

Mansour was still grinning. He spread his legs for Meena as she knelt submissively in front of him. 

She grasped his Raj with one hand and examined his package closely then began to gently stroke his massive cock. It must have been at least 9-9,5 inches long and at least a couple of inches thick. The whole thing was covered with thick veins and an even more enormous and dreadful, proudly bulging from his pulsing shaft was the cockhead. It was like a big mushroom on top of a thick shaft. His cock was a giant Raj. She gasped at her first sight of his this monster. His balls were also huge, the size of tennis balls, swollen and hanging beneath his tremendous Prick.

Meena giggled unashamedly and said: “This really is impressive, incredible…”

I was shocked at the scene before my eyes. Additionally her behavior and Statement was new and strange for me, since she was normally so shy but now...

But she was right, it looked like something you might see under a horse I thought!

Meena leaned forward carefully and hesitant and gave a light kiss on the tip of giant monster. 

I instinctively reached down and started to stroke my own 6.5 inches.

“Far bigger than Nadir's, right?” Mansour asked.

Meena didn’t reply, only continued staring his giant dick.

“I asked you something, princess?”

Meena looked dreamful at him and replied: “Yes..”

“What Yes?”

“Yes, it is bigger than his but please let us don’t talk about him..” Meena replied, pleadingly as she continued to stare at the mammoth penis in front of her. Mansour's face was redder colored and he was slightly shaking with lust. He knew at this moment that my beautiful wife is admiring his gigantic dick.

Now Meena grasped his hard lund with both hands. She formed a ring with her hands starting at the tip of his straining phallus, sliding slowly down, form the tip of it, over the rim of glans, and down his shaft.

From expression of her gaze I thought that she realized with a sense of disbelief and a certain anxiety that her fingers could not meet when they closed around it.

She struggled to comprehend its thickness and her hands squeezed it. It was too thick to fit inside her small hands but her hands sliding movements went on despite of it. As she approached his pubic area, repeated it again and again from top, starting at the fleshy tip, squeezing past the rim, and on down the engorged shaft.

Now with every start on head of his lund, her fist squeezed tighter, Meena’s beautiful, dreamy eyes were locked on Mansour's huge lund. To watch her tender, small hand and slender, fine fingers with their red fingernails and most of all, her flashing wedding ring, working on his dark strong Lund was very amazing.

Her movements became faster. Her hands were now lubricated from his leaking pre-cum. Her eyes were on his face for a short moment and then went back to his proud Raj and focused on it. I saw clearly she licked shortly her upper lips as she noticed the small drop of liquid appearing from the slit of enormous Instrument in her hands and then I heard her sigh.

The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hands.

Now I saw Mansour's right hand dropped on her wrist and he guided her hands up and down the hard length of his dick.

I could see that Meena now still shocked, realized both length and thickness of this monster. While guided by him, her hands slid further down up to monster's base.

Perhaps from reading or hearing, she knew already that some penises are smaller and some bigger and longer. But even for me as a medical doctor, what she held in her hands was beyond anything my knowledge and experience with human anatomy let me know. And sure for her was also the dimension of this thick thing over normal sizes.

I could imagine that she could feel the pulsing and throbbing of large blood veins in her hands. Meena was staring at his cock with fear and fascination as if she is encountered a dangerous viper and was hypnotized and afraid to move. I suspected there will be no way that he could penetrate her delicate and tender choot with this giant dick, perhaps she was thinking the same.

Meanwhile Mansour was obviously enjoying the fascinated gaze and her clearly paralyzed expression. Sure he could feel just like me her mixed and opposed emotions.

“Sure the size of my cock is what Nadir dreams of to own!”

Meena looked up at him perplexed and then realized what he said and meant. 

She murmured irritated: “Please don't speak about him..”

“Okay not he but perhaps you wished that he owns something like this?” He grinned.

Meena flushed. Now some minutes after her sexual release, one time more the pink glow took over her cheeks.

She didn't responded to his question. I was not sure if she had thought about the power and size of my penis ever. But certainly now her thought was that, Mansour's cock is not natural, it was sure easily as thick as her wrist and this had she noticed just like me.

Mansour lifted now his left hand and put it on her right tit and started to play with her nipple, first just an affectionate fondling.

After a short time Meena began to squeeze his giant instrument up and down more vigorously and lustfully.

“Ohhhhhh… that's good!” He groaned, urging Meena to go faster as he pinched her nipple and then lifted his other hand up so he had a tit in each hand.

Mansour was getting close to squirt. But as I saw afterwards, he had other ideas.

He wanted to demand other things.

I think Meena sensed her uncle’s orgasm approaching and said seductively: “Please uncle, you can come on my face..”

Mansour just looked at her, with patient expectation, and said quietly: “Lie down on your back my lovely princess..”

She understood what he wants, as if now waking up and coming out of her beautiful dreams she looked up at him and murmured pleadingly and with excusing eyes: “Mansi, have patience. I promise…”

“What means patience?”

Meena continued stroking his giant lund and pleaded again with trembling voice: “I need time Mansi. It is not easy for me...”

Mansour was now very excited to discuss, while keeping to breathe heavily, he looked down at her hands and said: “Then put it in your mouth, princess…” He gasped.

Meena asked shocked: “Wh... What?” Shaking her head in desperation.

“I want you just put the tip of my dick in your mouth, just the tip..” Mansour explained his wish, while now fondling Meena's lovely breasts. 

As he saw her doubt, while pinching her nipple harder, groaned: “Go on, open your mouth..”

He gazed down at her, his huge pole throbbing right in front of her face.

She was now looking at and stroking his lund lightly.

At this moment, Mansour touched with his big chubby fingers first Meena’s tender face cheeks then her delicate lips and at last pushed his two finger past her lips, in her mouth.

Meena looked at his face and began immediately to suck his fingers and at the same time to work faster on the monster while looking down again at his crotch. She couldn't help but stare constantly at the huge pulsating prick. This time shortly after begin of her stroking, a large drop of pre-cum started to form on the tip of his bulbous cockhead.

She paused, I could see she wanted to decide. Now that she refused to be fucked, she had to present something instead of it, I imagined she is thinking, otherwise he is going to be mad again, and she didn’t want to go through his aggression for sure.

She freed her mouth from his fingers and murmured: “This is my first time, not even with Nadir..”

Mansour interrupted her: “He is a fool. You have such beautiful lovely lips I don’t understand how a real man can renounce to demand this, just thinking of you performing this on me is a turn on..”

Meena looked back towards the fat, long dick of her uncle and then glanced back at his eyes. She looked overwhelmed from his words and his giant lund. 

Then she said softly: “I could try. I don't know how good I will be..”

After this she grabbed his buns and pulled him slowly closer to her face.

Mansour moved himself closer toward Meena’s face. She craned her neck to reach his throbbing cock with her beautiful lips.

I just watched, part of me still wanting to break it up and an even bigger part of me holding back. It seemed inevitable where this would lead if not interrupted. Would Meena really go all the way? Perhaps I really wanted that to happen.

I was completely shocked. What do I hear I thought. I know Meena was virgin and actually a child when we fell in love and then married so I felt pretty lucky that she hadn't had sex, not even a simple boyfriend.

She lacked experience, but also I Knowing little about women. Me lacked the confidence to instruct her. That didn't stop me thinking about what it would feel like to have her perform oral sex on me. It seemed we both had problems communicating about our sexual desires. She preferred sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms were few and far between. One time some years ago, I tried to talk about oral sex with her, she explained laughingly she thinks that women who don’t know how to keep their men happy in normal way, try to do it with oral sex. I always felt that this was her way of telling me that she wasn't taking my cock into her mouth.

With hesitation and as though she was waiting somebody’s permission, Meena bent down very carefully and slowly and placed monster's spongy large head into her mouth. I saw she trembled shortly. I imagined that the taste of his pre cum electrified her tongue, then she began to slurp on the tip of his cock. Licking it lovingly with her outstretched tongue.

Then she gave a muffled moan as Mansour pushed forward and more of his giant prick entered in her delicate mouth, past her lips.

He stared in disbelief at my gorgeous wife who was for him his long standing dream woman, sucking his cock.

Then quietly whispered: “Don't stop, my lovely princess..”

She moaned in approval. Every now and then she was lifting her head from Mansour’s big cock and moaned loudly, then returning to sucking cock like a real whore.

Soon the sound of his loud breathings and her moans filled the silent room: ‘Mmmm…’

Meena moaned and Mansour roared back. Meena's eyes tightly closed and her head moving up and down the her uncle’s thick and strong meat. It seemed to me, at that moment all which existed for my lovely wife in the world, was this marvelous and tasty hard lund and all the pleasure she was getting from sucking on it.

“Do you like to have your uncle’s big dick in your mouth, my lovely princess?” Teased Mansour breathlessly.

“Hmmmmmm….” Then she looked up with her beautiful eyes and murmured: “Cum for me, Mansi, cum for your princess uncle…”

After hearing her demanding words, Mansour couldn’t resist against his approaching explosion any longer. The warmth and smoothness of her lips on his cock and sight how she was loving and sucking him, made him want to cum.

I could swear, in his wildest dreams in jail, Mansour saw always a blowjob from Meena and an ejaculation in the mouth of my pretty wife...

“I am Cumming my baby!” Mansour groaned and clenched his teeth as he grabbed hold of the Meena’s head and pulled her down more onto his long and fat lund. Then occurred his eruption. It came out like a volcano. He had closed his eyes together at the feeling of his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat.

Meena’s mouth welcomed his hot cum and I see in the movement of her Adam's apple that she is swallowing all as Mansour held her head firm at the place. She was staring up at him all time.

After that first eruption she sucked and sucked his load endless for a Long time.

I thought she wanted every drop of his fluid as she swallowed every shot that came out while holding the tip of his cock at her lips, at the same time stroking his mammoth cock intensely to get up to his last drops of load in her waiting mouth and throat.

Mansour was squirting without ending until Meena couldn't take anymore and opened her mouth allowing his cum to flow down his giant Lund, then covering her Hand. I saw the white cream of his semen covered completely her wedding ring.

Still he had his eyes shut and was grunting.

Meena was watching in fascination as his thick syrupy semen covered her hand and fingers, and her ring.

Neither of them spoke some time.

My lovely Meena held his proud dick long without movement in her hands. I saw from her expression that she is admiring his load. Then she started hungrily licking up The mixture of her own saliva and his cum which had flowed down his shaft.

Then after the pole was clean, she licked her own fingers and finally her Wedding ring.

Watching her such voluntarily action, so submissively licking and lapping up over his semen, brought finally me to explosion. I came and came for a long time, eruption after eruption. I released my own load into my hand. I could not remember when did I ejaculated so intensive and so much last time.

Finally Meena looked up at his red and puffed face, then she smiled that happy, satisfied smile I has seen so many times before and while still not releasing his giant lund said softly: “Did you enjoy it Mansi?”

He replied huskily: “I loved it, every moment of it and I love you, and you?”

“It was nice and... delicious!” She admitted in a slutty voice.

“Okay, it is too late. We have to sleep..”

He looked deep in her eyes and his voice became a bit earnestly: “I need some confirmation from you to hear.. First: I want you to shave all your choot hair. I'll watch it next week when I come back. This has to be performed. I want your choot in a week as ready as I wish..” He was demonstrating his power over the situation and testing his dominance over her one time more.

Meena knew what he wanted to hear, she murmured submissively; “Okay..”

“And second: before I fuck your choot, he is not allowed to have you.”

“But he is my husband and I..”

“No negotiation princess. I don't want to hear any more about this from your pretty lips..”

“I will do anything you say, but to refuse his wish to..”

“I know he is your husband and I..”

“I will do anything you like, is this not enough?”

“And you? Do you want it as well?”

“I like it too..”

And after a short pause she looked at his face and said softly: “You make me feel good and happy..”

He smiled, leaned forward and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her lips again.

Meena moved her body to stand up: “It is late uncle, see you tomorrow for breakfast.”

But he put his hand on her shoulder: “Do you want to leave us? me and him so easy.

Don't you want to say good bye to him?”

He pointed with head in the direction of his giant lund which was again in semi hard form. 

She began lightly caressing the enormous head of his dick. 

After a short time, they were again in a warm embrace, exchanging short gentle kisses. Meena's tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, teasing Mansour's lips.

Then they separated and she took her blouse and the glasses and went into the kitchen. I thought it is all over...

I stood quickly, and waited for him to leave. But he was standing still there.

Meena came out from kitchen and at next moment, she was standing by him and he had her buttocks in is hands and kissing her again passionately. Then she got a slap on the ass.

I heard Mansour murmuring: ‘See you tomorrow my sexy princess..’

My cock stirred again, but I was totally spent…

Some minutes later I was lying on the bed as Meena opened the door, peeked in, and came in creeping, and lay down next to me. I tried not to move and she didn’t tried to embrace me, simply turned over with her back to me not to awake me. 

After some minutes I was sure she slept. 

Now after releasing my load, I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking. I was angry over development of the matter, but then the other feeling came up, the deep enjoyment what I experienced some minutes ago. I tried to put my anger feeling back and tried not to think about it. I didn’t know when I slept….

08 - Role Play

Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache and she goes to sick leave.

As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight fitting blouse. Later I commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and her time with him.

While having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago she preferred not to look in his eyes while breakfast. Obviously she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.

Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by open door from taxi. Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.

I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet. 

I waited for a while then said: “Had you two a good time last night?”

She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while responded: “Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping..”

“Did you not sleep well?”

She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper: “I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much alcohol. I am not used to it..”

“Then you want to stay home all day?”

“Yes, sure.”

There was for some minutes silence between us.

I had so much confidence in her love and faith that I thought she would have told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.

Still, I wanted the game go on. Indeed it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to go so far. He made her to orgasm so intense that I never managed. 

And finally how Meena let him even ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. 

Yes I was hurt and jealous. But nonetheless there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.

I looked again at her outfit, her tight fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for him and she obeys his demands.

At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and dreaming of his giant prick.

I said quietly: “I think uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return you give him more attention than to any one other..”

She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking; “I don’t know if admires me. But for sure he likes me as any normal uncle does..”

She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".

She continued: “He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes I like him very much since my childhood… Do you stay home?”

Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting: “I am going to visit a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.”

“Okay I prepare the lunch..”

She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured: “I love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together..”

Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment, she is talking on phone with her mother.

After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex. I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan. I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.

I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. 

Her working room was the biggest one with our books cabinets and her workand personal items. This one has a door to bedroom. At the far end of aisle was my two part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items. The room door was almost always closed and locked and I had the key together with my house and car keys with me.

Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera modification plan.

I went downstairs, Meena was in the kitchen cooking. 

As I was there, she turned to me and said: ‘Are you leaving?’ And then she continued to wash her hands.

“Yes..” I kissed her cheek and left.

My elctrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious about my goal. I thought they are professionals and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come next day and examine the rooms and premises.

On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.

I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most possible pleasure, especially watching ‘her’…

I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most wild sexual pleasure ever.

While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.

I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such activities. I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.

I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.

I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she wanted it too. I knew this desire was terribly wrong but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of this overpowering feeling. I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.

I was a medical doctor but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.

How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her father and she sees him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.

Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.

I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important I enjoyed it.

Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life!

I made a stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't

remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!

When I got home she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked: “How I gained that?”

I answered: “They have distributed it to the streets!”

“You are rude and charmless.” Meena said laughingly and poking at me...

After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.

As we sat on beach chairs I said: “I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip for a long time, only two of us and nobody else..”

She responded gladly: “I agree, some romantic days, only two of us..”

“Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.”

She looked at me and smiled: “But then we are not more alone.”

“We are not going to tell him about it.”

There was a short silence. Surely she was thinking about him. Finally she said: “I agree.”

“Otherwise you have no free time for me.” I said laughingly.

She leaned forward embraced me and said: “You’re a small jealous boy and I love you.”

“It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal. But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.”

Hearing this she leaned back and said: “You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good looking man like you, my hero..”

I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings: “But he tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?”

Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her. 

After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said: “Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no intact family, there is only his son and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has he had. He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this has limits, nobody can change my love for you...”

“Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!” Then I laughed.

She didn't reacted to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now: “I don't know, perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his life now after so many years in jail.”

“Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? To flirt with other men and savor more than now as you are married?”

“I am enjoying my life with you.”

“The question is if he can at all.”

She looked at me: “What do you mean?”

“I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual limits and Problems!”

“I know he can..”

I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.

The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued immediately a bit blushed: “As we were dancing last night, I felt him..”

“Wow, had he an erection?”

“Every man who dances with me, will be erected!”

She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up: “It is enough nonsense, I take a shower..”

I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.

I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running.

I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.

Meena didn't noticed the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that even didn't notice I am standing there.

I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.

Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips. Pulling my shorts over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect,

I began to stroke my dick in unison with her massaging fingers.

Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread herself.

I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.

Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.

All time her eyes were shut, I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant cock. Dipping into herself a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive clitoris.

Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.

She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and ntensity. Our breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.

And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself and her other hand took over the position of rubbing her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.

Then I heard her moaning: “Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please...”

Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.

At the same time I came too in my hand.

She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short shower, sat on the couch.

It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of masturbation she could have sex with me, but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming to be fucked by her old uncle.

I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want to share her these pleasure moments with me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone...

I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fucked her. Okay, this fits to her behavior. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is, ‘looking forward to our evening together...’

I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the men a hard time?

In any case I was going to wait and see...

After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she came back, she was completely nude. Looking at her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.

Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked: “Do you love me?”

She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said: “You know it already..”

“But I need to hear it every day..”

She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said: “You are not just my husband, you are my universe and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?”

And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied...

Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt, and pulled it out of my trousers. I took off the trousers together with my underpants.

Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers. 

She seemed to enjoy it and held me close. I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy. I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly into her.

She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her I could feel she stiffen. I continued to play with her that way and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already breathing hard, and was now a little wet...

I whispered softly in her ear: “I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.”

She looked at me astonished: “What do you mean?”

“Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.”

She was irritated: “But I don't like such games..”

“Only this one time, for me.” She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.

I continued: “I like to play some older fellow. let me try, I am uncle Said, okay?”

I meant our gardner Said who was normally called Uncle by us. Uncle Said was a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an uncle, called!

He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while talking.

Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.

Meena murmured in my ear: “You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like..”

“Thank you my Princess!”

She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.

I continued: “You like this game baby, don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and dominant ugly man..”

Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon and she murmured: “What do you mean?”

“Well we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful..”

She said nothing but only moaned: “Hmmm...”

Her pussy was now oozing liquid.

After a long pause she said: “Yes, come, love me now..”

I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.

I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her pussy.

Meena held her arms around my neck but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.

“Oh you are so wet and loose my Princess..” I said as I slowly pumped in and out.

She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck. When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed: “Yes, do me…”

“Call my name my Princess..”

She responded immediately: “Do me uncle…”

This was very exciting and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.

She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she responded to it.

Then she started to orgasm: “Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me…”

I started pumping her wet choot vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.

Meena came and hold me fast. I started to shoot again and again and she pulled me more to her to take my load deep in her pussy.

“That was wonderful my baby..” She murmured in my ear.

We lay exhausted...

I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.

But often she told me, she loves me and it is okay with her when only I come.

When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart.

I started to kiss her neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. 

I kissed to her knee then gently moved to start kissing her leg.

As I moved I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I marveled at how sexy it looked.

I thought about our game and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.

I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her.

I looked at her face, her lovely angel face.

She looked in my eyes and said softly: “You were great...”

And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly: “...My powerful uncle!...”

* * *

[Eswar P]

Nice story

[Lollobionda]

09 - Swimming ...

On Friday I was at home waiting for camera expert. Meena went working.

The cameras and microphones were modified as I wished. Their function was now completely automatic. That means when there was a movement in the guarded area of each one them that one started to record and after five minutes if there was no activity it stopped to function. While activated, each camera was recorded separately on hard disk in my study. And as I had planned they worked separately and independent from alarm system.

I was the only one who could switch off them completely with a code number and the control Switch was in my study...

At three o'clock Meena called and told me that she goes shopping. She said it will be late because she wants to go for hairdressing, manicure and pedicure too.

Coming home, I saw she had cut her hair. It was now as short as the times she was eighteen or twenty. I was a little irritated, not because of cutting her hair, she looked pretty so and I liked it too. But she didn't even ask me about my opinion if I like her to cut it or not.

Then she showed me her shopping items. She had three new satin slips which was a bit more revealing as her normal ones. She had also three new bras.

As I sit to TV she was in the bathroom. This took a little bit longer as always. She came later downstairs to me. She had her bathrobe an.

As she sat her bathrobe in fAryant opened a bit and I was first shocked. I found myself looking for the fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone. It was as smooth as baby's bottom!

Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the red interior. I realized she had shaved down there and gotten rid of all her public hair.

She looked at me, read the expression on my face, first blushed and then said with a timid smile:

“Do you like it? A lot of my friends told me this is really hot and men love it.”

I had seen her pussy never like this. I answered: “I bet they do. I like it, yes I do!”

“I did it for you. We need some alteration.” And she giggled.

I thought, ‘no, for sure it is not for me my angel, you shaved your cunt for him as he ordered.’ and I had a jealousy attack again.

That night we had some relaxing time. We went sleeping early.

Next day about noon Mansour arrived...

Meena was as usual while waiting for him to be there, clothed in skirts and some blouse for him.

He was delighted about her hair cut and mentioned it immediately as he arrived.

I could see the complete satisfaction in his face expression regarding the control and domination he has over her.

He did so as if he is pleasantly surprised about it: “Oh, my princess has a new hairdressing. You look like your teenager years. I like it.”

Meena blushed and asked: “Really you like it?”

“Yes, sure, it goes well with your lovely face and figure. What does our Doctor say about it?” He looked at me.

Before my reaction, Meena gazed at me shortly and answered: “He likes it too, I wanted a bit of variety.”

He looked directly and deep in her eyes and said jokingly: “Varieties and changes are always good 

and exciting!”

She blushed again but said nothing.

Later while lunch they both decided to go swimming afternoon. Immediately after that I went upstairs to finish my works and write my memory book as usual...

After half an hour I heard her outdoors call him. I got out of my study and looked out of the upstairs window, I saw them sitting next to pool and chatting. I couldn’t hear them, I decided to go downstairs where I was nearer. The window to pool was open and I stood behind curtains where because of light reflection I could not be detected.

Meena was lying on beach bed in her bikini. She had now her eyes closed and was enjoying the heat of sun on her beautiful skin and face.

Mansour was sitting next to her on a pool chair. He had only his running pants on. Time to time he was looking at her beautiful legs and tits.

I was there about ten minutes and it was going to be bored, all this time they were both silent.

Abruptly he approached to her face and took a fast kiss from her lips. She opened her eyes astonished and first looked at house door then tuned to him and said: “You have to be careful.”

“I can’t sit here and only look at your sexy body. I want more, much more.”

She giggled: “You have to be patient and wait.”

“But then I want all of it.”

“All of what?”

“You, all of you my princess.”

She giggled again: “You are so bad, Mansi!”

Meena sat up slightly and while supporting herself on her elbows, looked one time more at the door. Then she turned to him, leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips. Mansour didn’t let her go, he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her breast to him and began to kiss her wildly.

She freed herself from his embrace and pushed him away: “Are you crazy Mansi? He is only some steps away.”

And looked concerned first at the door, and then at the upper windows: “we must not allow him to catch us. This makes everything very complicated and we can’t see each other anymore. Please uncle, be reasonable.” She demanded.

“How can I be reasonable when I see your beauty? Perhaps we can go some minutes in my room?”

She said: “I think this is no good idea. You have to wait, I mean we have to wait.”

Then she looked at his eyes, smiled and provocatively added: “By the way, I followed up your commands, Sir!”

Mansour responded: “Yes I know and I told you how pretty you look…”

“Not my head hair, my commander!” She giggled seductively.

He thought one moment, then grinned and said huskily: “Wow. Show me!”

“No, not here.”

“Only a small part short.”

Meena looked again at the door and windows, then she pulled her bikini bottom about one inch down.

He looked at her pubis: “Wow, a little bit more..”

She let bikini bottom go and said laughingly: “No, it is enough for now…”

Then added: “I see we could have some problem there..”

She pointed to his groin with her head and eyebrow movement and giggled.

While giving this little groan he muttered: “I wish you hadn't showed me that without giving me more of that beautiful part to look at.”

And grinned: “You can say hello to your friend, if you want.” He contimued to smirk.

Meena blushed more and seemed very excited. She looked at my direction and murmured: “I would like to, but…”

“We can go a bit walking between trees!” He insisted.

Meena shook her head: “No, uncle, don’t try to seduce me now. Later perhaps.” Then she laughed.

I noticed at this moment nothing is going to happen. I came out to them and sat next to Meena. We relaxed the next hour and chatted about this and that…

It was about seven o' clock as Meena decided to cook and left for shower. 

I and Mansour sat there about half an hour then go in for dinner….

10 - A night to remember ...

 

After dinner and some TV watching, I told them I am going to sleep.

Meena pretended that all her attention is to a movie on the TV. Mansour said good night to me and I went upstairs. 

I waited some minutes in bedroom, sitting on the bed. Then I got out quietly. I waited at the bedroom door. First I couldn’t hear anything. I approached slowly to upper stairs. Now I could see them both. They were sitting on the couch but not more in front of the TV. It seemed she had no interest on the boring movie, but she waited only for me to disappear. While sitting there, Mansour with one hand around Meena’s shoulder was holding her close, while his other hand gently stroked her dark hair.

I thought I see something on her neck, which was new for me. I looked more closely, yes, it was a necklace! I was sure now which necklace that is. The necklace which she had received from him on her sixteenth birthday. I didn’t like it. Not because it was from him but it had some strange and weird form. More like a collar for slaves! you see the picture.

Surely since those time she had kept it in her jewellery box. At their being together the night in the dining room, he asked for it and now she had it on.

I heard him saying,

“Yes I am satisfied that you have it on. But this doesn't reparate my suffering today.”

“What, which suffering?” She was astonished.

“I have suffered today and you are guilty about it!”

“Why have you suffered?”

“At the pool. Do you remember?”

“Oh, that. But you insisted to look at and I showed it to you, why am I guilty?” Then she giggled.

“You started it and then teased me intentionally.”

She giggled further and said: “I didn't know that you are so weak!”

“On the contrary, I'll show you my strengh!” And bit lightly on her neck.

Meena jerked away and looked at his face: “Oh, Mansi, what are you doing? are you hungry?” And laughed.

He kissed her neck again and said: “Yes I am hungy after your sweet flesh. But first you are going to be punished for your guilt!”

Meanwhile Mansour’s hand get down slowly to gently stroke her upper back...

She was wearing a knee lengh skirt, and an armless Blouse, which was in the back and front a bit revealing.

Meena’s natural reaction to his touching her back was to turn Abit and move closer to him and her full firm mounds pushed against him.

He was grinning, I thought he thinks for sure how to prepare her to accept to please him. I couldn’t imagine that Mansour is other than a man who believes a woman's role is only to serve and please her male, he was a typical Macho man.

“In spite of it, this will be a special night for you, my pricess, I promise.” He said proudly and self-assured.

Then he kissed her, lightly but passionately, alternating in his kiss pattern, savoring her full lips. All time he held her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of her delightfully parted lips. First he tilted her chin, his mouth descended and then with a fierce passion his tongue aimed into her mouth.

Meena welcomed his demanding passionate tongue kiss and she kissed him back.

I could see clearly the dance of their tongues together, darting and challenging.

Now his hands were moving unrestricted. Her eyes were closed, as she is enjoying the moment. 

At this moment one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled it over her blouse. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and jerked sharply down.

“Ahhhh... ohhh…” She gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Mansour.

I knew she is not used to violence and pain while making love, and this was a shock for her. But in spite of this, her lips seemed to open automatically to receive his penetrating wild tongue more.

I was more shocked as I watched how her body reacted in this way to his aggressive behavior.

She didn't, she really doesn't want to resist, I thought.

Then his wild and searching tongue met hers again.

I watched and thought this old man seems to be delighted and satistisfied with himself as he grinned and played with my naive and innocent young wife.

His hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found sure her stiffened nipple I thought, even she had still her blouse on.

I knew this because her nipples became soon very erected even after a short touch.

Meena squealed a little into his kissas if she is in Pain, pleasure and pain probably, but he did not release her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.

As her discomfort a litle bit prolonged, Mansour released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss.

Even as she relaxed he ran the palm of his hand over her breasts. Mansour fondled her full mound for a longer time and meanwhile she was squirming in his arms.

She was now trembling a bit, this was visible even for me at a distsnce.

It seemed as if Mansour tries to teach Meena the pain, and its relationship to pleasure. And Meena is a good student for him! Certainly she had noticed this until this moment.

He looked shortly over at the stairs. There was no sign of me, her husband. He could go on. 

Now Meena lay half beneath him. Her eyes looked up at him while her now bruised lips quivering. 

Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular.

Mansour’s hand began flicking the buttons of her light blouse.

Her hands reached for his. He ignored them.

Meena wanted to prevent this one time more. Something deep in her conscious was against this all. But her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep his eager hands away from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.

“Noooo! Please... let me see after him..” She pleaded.

I hurried to my bed.

A moment later, Meena opened the door of bedroom and peeked in, closing it again.

I sat on the bed, waited some minutes and then got outside. They were nowhere to hear or see not even in dining room or kitchen. They are sure in guest house I thought.

I looked from upstairs hall window, yes in bedroom of guest house were lights on.

I hurried down to the door and then quickly to back part of garden. Now I could watch  them from the back window of guest house bedroom. Fortunately the curtains there were transparent and Jalousien were down only partially. I could see then clearly, the both bedside table lamps were on.

I suppose he wanted to enjoy watching her nakedness completely.

Meena was lying on her back. She had her skirt and blouse still on.

Mansour was only in his underwear. His hairy chest and big belly were visible. He was lying sideaways next to her with his face to window. I could see his face directly.

I watched as His hand pushed inside the blouse that did little to hide the rounded, full mounds. Two of upper buttons of it were already open.

His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm white flesh into his hand.

Meena gasped, and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though magic radiated from his strong hand and she had no control of her own body.

I thought one moment, this is not some young guy struggling for a quick grope but was a strong old master taking what he wanted.

Mansour stared with delight at firm orb and the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness.

His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his eager lips took that nipple into his mouth. She shivered as his hot mouth enclosed her delicious nipple.

His lips suckled, and then drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.

Her toes stretched as if the pleasure and pain over helming her breasts and then radiating across her body and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.

“Ooooohhh…” She moaned.

“You are going to be punished, you teaser…” Mansour groaned.

I saw he is grinning as he worked now with his teeth hard.

He could feel her obvious shiver and shake in response to his attention to her sensible body. 

His tongue curled around the erect nipple and he was delighted when her back arched, and she unintentionally pushed her breast into his mouth.

Now one moment it seemed to me that Meena trying to push him away and he allows her even to push his shoulders back. Mansour’s mouth released the breast and he looked down at her. 

I could see the clear difference between her neglected left breast to the overstimulated right one.

“Please, no more uncle…” Meena pleaded.

I was uncertain. Was she again not so sure, if she wants it to happen? Or only protesting against his brutal style?

Meena’s hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at distance, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts.

He grinned and lowered his head to her left breast.

Meena struggled while his wet lips touched her left nipple.

She gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then his tongue easily rotated on the nub. 

Her back arched and she attemped to pull her breast free, she knew what comes next. 

I saw Mansour’s left his hand sliding under her skirt and stroking upwards over her shapely thigh. 

She wanted to pull away, but she was trapped on the bed.

His heavy body, half upon her body and the other half still at her left side on the bed, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her skirt.

His hand was stroking gently the soft silky skin that I had always touched.

At this moment I guessed she is thinking that I never know about this incidence.

Mansour’s hand reached higher and I watched Meena allowing him to push her legs apart. Her skirt was now up to her waist and I could see her tensing as his hand found and covered her pussy over her slips.

Meena jerked as his hand lightly stroked her there.

All time his hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body what he wanted, and she could not stop him, even if she wanted to.

I thought this all is new for Meena. Everything in her life was always under her control. Now here on Mansour’s bed, she knew for sure, she had no control over happenings.

A finger pushed aside the gusset of her satin panties and slipped into her wet and sensitive female centre.

He took her left hand and guided it with his other hand between his own legs, and her fingers brushed the hot, hard length of his growing big dick over his shorts.

I saw his left hand released his giant hard on from his underwear. 

Then he retained his grip on in her hand and brought it back to his aroused and excited big Lund.

She ran this time on her own will with her fingers along its length and then grasped its thickness. 

At that point Mansour pushed a thick finger into her choot.

“Ooooh! Please... Ohhh...uncle...please gently...” She demanded.

Mansour ignored her. His lips were busy nibbling on the soft white skin of her slender neck. His finger pushed deeper and she moaned again.

Now Meena's writhing legs closed on his hand seeking to squeeze his hand out from between her legs. He circled his finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her choot and thrust his finger in a further inch.

As his finger slid deeper I noticed that Meena's hand gripping his cock tightly in response. Her fingers could hardly connect around it. Mansour shifted his position then both his hands went up under her skirt. 

After his this shifting movement, more of his cock slid out of his underwear, and its length became apparent.

Meena looked down at his giant pole which was now standing there in all its proud.

I could read in her wide eyes what she thinks. It was far too long to go inside her.

Her breathing had become heavy: “It's too big...” Her words came out in gasps. There was a tension in her throat.

But as he tugged at her panties, her hips rose slightly as if automatically, allowing him to ease her panties down.

Mansour grinned. I thought he knew that she is now finally his. Then his mouth dropped to close her lips with another kiss. Meena seemed to jerk again beneath him as her body was uneasy by the soft touch of his licking tongue on her lips.

Meanwhile his hands worked on her skin, enjoying the feel of her shapely full thighs.

I could see she pushes against him in response to the sensations she could not avoid as his tongue excited her.

Now his hands pushed her shapely thighs apart, her skirt rising up around her waist.

Finally Mansour positioned himself between her legs.

Meena was for sure aware of this movement.

The teasing of his tongue was relentless, and exciting. He really knew how to excite her. I supposed in this moment, the situation was for her again to realize what is coming up.

Certainly at this very point she was sure he is goin to fuck her.

Perhaps she imagined my face or she thought about her childhood and the times as she played with her nice and kind uncle.

For whatever reason, Meena jerked her head one moment to free of his tongue, turned to face him presumably to tell him to stop. 

But there came first just one and then another word: “...please... uncle...” She looked up into his eyes.

In his eyes I could see passion and desire. Desire for her, for his innocent niece who was my lovely wife.

She could see it certainly too. She looked down at his giant manhood so near to the centre of her body.

Instantly in consequence of this observation she humped her hips and flushed at the same time with shame at her action. She gazed back at his eyes and in her look this time I saw desire too, desire for him, for her beloved uncle and his mamouth lund.

When his mouth dropped again to hers, her mouth opened in response to the passionate demand of his kiss. As his tongue slid between her lips, her own tongue danced to meet his and locked with his.

In this moment I knew it: ‘She is lost.’

Then Mansour’s monster pole nudged the portal of her tender pussy.

At the feeling of this, Meena’s eyes flared wide. She stared up again into the passion filled eyes of her uncle.

Mansour met her gaze. I saw the satisfaction and joy in his eyes when he noticed the shock in Meena’s eyes as she realised he was about to enter her.

He thrust his hips and broke free of her eagerly kissing lips.

“Oooooooohhh!... No!... you are too big,…Mansi...” She demanded with fearful, pleading eyes.

Mansour thrust again and finally he passed through the narrow door to her womanhood. He paused only now.

I imagined he feels how tight she ist and he wants first enjoy the hot tight grip of her choot on his cuck.

Then after this short interval he leaned forward and thrust deeper.

Another inch of his thick manhood slid into Meena’stight choott, and her legs flew wide in reaction. Mansour now grasped the hot curves of her hips and lifted, as he thrust deeper. His cock was then more inches into her.

He thrust again, sliding a further few inches into her.

“Oooooh...no...not more, I'm bursting, I can't more Mansi! Oooooooh...Please uncle!”

He roared a triumphal laugh and thrust again, and groaned: “You are mine, your choot is mine princess, you have to open up for your big friend...you get used to him soon..”

Meena's hips started jerking spasmodically beneath him, her legs grasped him then released him. She struggled to push him away. She tried wriggling to get free from him.

Mansour held himself in position, while she wriggled and struggled. He enjoyed the feel of his cock as is it slithered deeper in her now well-lubricated sheath.

Meena stopped struggling.

I thought she realized that her efforts only results in his cock going deeper inside her and it seemed she was going to have to let him have his way with her.

She was helpless to prevent her dominant, stAryang and fat uncle taking his pleasure between her legs. She was going to get fucked.

After this phase of helplessness, it seemed she became accustomed to his thickness. Her abused choot seemed already relaxed and adapted to its size.

I noticed that he had stopped thrusting into her.

Meena looked up at his face.

I realised from his expression, Mansour is savouring the pleasure of being inside her. He was gazing down at her.

Meena flushed under his gaze and asked with trembling voice: “Is that it all? Are you already inside?”

Mansour grinned: “No my teasing princess. It was only a part of it..”

Then he ran his hands up from his grip on her curvy hips, sliding them along the soft skin to the sides of her breasts and finally her shoulders. He clutched firmly on her shoulders, looked at her beautiful face and repeated: “No, that is not all...” ... and thrust again.

I could see he is enjoying the startled look on her face as he thrust and thrust again, this time firmly holding her shoulders to keep her in position as he pushed deeper.

“Ooooooh... oh God... oooooh, Mansi...uncle...” Meena wailed louder.

Mansour freed one of his hands and reached up to grasp her dark hair in his grip.

He jerked her head back.

I saw pain shot through her face and eyes, but it seemed this also sends further powerful impacts down her body.

Now the sound of slapping his balls against her bottom were clearly to hear.

This time Mansour should be all the way in my beautiful wife, my Meena, I thought.

She stirred beneath him..

Now my own lund was completely erect. But I couldn't touch it. I felt that even a light touch could bring it to explosion.

Mansour looked down at her pretty face.

I noticed he is enjoying this all. He noted her gasping breath and her dilated and unfocussed eyes.

Now he stopped his movements and gave her a short time to recover.

When Meena’s eyes finally focussed on him again he grinned down at her.

She smiled faintly back at him.

“Now, am going to fuck you my princess!” he groaned.

Meena's eyes seemed to widen again.

I noticed that her beautiful legs wrap around him.

He grinned, she smiled nervously back at him. Then he started to fuck.

This time she whined and whined like a bitch in heat as he withdrew then thrust. His hips rose and fell beneath her spread thighs.

I saw how tight the silky inner thighs of my wife clasped him to her. I could feel she is lost in passion beneath him. Was there any greater sexual pleasure for Meena at her life up to today? I thought no, for sure not.

I doubted if she had even near such a pleasure with me.

Mansour gripped her shoulders and took her completely, thrusting and driving his wild, giant dick deeper inside Meena’s choot, enjoying the excellent pleasure of her tight pussy around his monstrous pole.

Her laud and long wails indicated her oncoming orgasm beneath him.

Meena was now shaking and shivering and finally cumming beneath her beloved uncle.

Mansour paused briefly, then resumed his efforts.

“Please stop Mansi... I have come already... enough...”

Mansour laughed and renewed his urgent thrusting.

“Oh please... uncle… too much...”

He ignored her and thrust away.

She wriggled and squirmed seeking to push him away. It was too intense, too powerful, the feelings was too strong.

Then to my shock a second unbelievable orgasm overtook her, she jerked and throbbed in spasms beneath him.

Shocking and disbelieving, not only for Meena but also for me, this could not be happening! She had never before experienced two orgasms one after another! This was certainly a new adventure for her, I thought.

Meena collapsed in his arms underlying and defeated. There was no point resisting.

Mansour above her continued his thrusting and heaving between her shapely legs which were still eagerly clasped around him.

Now to my astonishment and for sure, to her own amazement a rolling wave of orgasms seemed to overcome her as she devotedly gave up her resisting struggle and let him use her as he wished.

I could see the picture of this old, bald, fat and ugly but strong and dominant alpha male who took what he wanted and this, just from his niece.

At the same time I saw with a thrill of excitement my wife, Meena, young and beautiful and innocent, seemed to enjoy her own submissive inferiority.

He stiffened suddenly while trusting more vigorously and with more speed and screamed: “I am cummimg princes, I am cumming in you choot, Ahhhhhh……”

I think the realization that he orgasmed and erupted his seed deep into her choot, triggered another even more heated, visible and shaking orgasm through her body.

It was as though her body was eagerly trying to receive his seed!

I myself could not hold back any longer, I stroked the head of my erect dick for only ten seconds and came all over the wall of guest house.

Mansour broke free from her. His cock long and slick with her juices slithered out of her and she looked in disbelief at its length and thickness.

She looked up at him in adimiring as the real world slowly returned.

The act was done and completed. The intensity of their emotional and bodily activities made left them no power and energy of the ability to talk for a while.

They lay together, her head in the crook of his arm while he stroked her neck, shoulders and breast as they calmed down from the initial intensity of lust.

Then he said as confirmed: “You will be mine every time I wish...”

Meena kissed his chest and then his lips and said: “Yes, sure Mansi…” Then she tried to stand up.

I ran into the house and hurried to our bedroom. I lay on my bed thinking about the things I saw. I thought back, replaying episodes from their love making in my mind.

After my successful sexual liberation and releasing the pressure in my balls, now came one time more the rational thinking and natural jealousy.

I know she didn't begged to be fucked by him, not even asked or showed some interest on the contrary, often I could hear and see her rejection.

But she didn't fight against him and his will. Okay, she was blackmailed but is this enough reasoning for how she behaved on his bed?

He didn' t banged her but what he said and what he did, were as if he told her: ‘you can reject me and I'll make you regret it, you can behave and I'll make you sexually and emotionally happiest and most satisfied woman.’

Mansour showed her, that he is going to enjoy her body no matter what it takes.

And in return he made Meena to enjoy the type of sex and love making that she never knew about it. He had her now, he knew it and I knew it too, despite Meena's first refusing and negative attitude, she was gaining a great pleasure from his incredible dick and he knew he could make her his slut.

Now after this night and the scenes which I saw, I could easily imagine Meena begs him to take her every day or by every opportunity, I could imagine after this night she can't go a day without thinking of him deep fucking her choot and she begs him to take her until she orgasms without ending.

What should or can I do? I thought.

My choices were weak, none of them good.

I could stay with Meena, but I would have not to be jealous any more, and in any case I had to accept his dominance over her and her by up to a certain degree even over my life. Or I could leave her. 

To go away and forget her and forget my home and the life as I used to. To leave this all behind me.

That might be good for my ego, but I lose for always the woman whom I loved and still love in spite of everything since that first night, after that damned phone call...

Meena got in the bedroom not long after. She looked after me and was sure that I am still sleeping. Then she left for bathroom.

I imagined her washing Mansour's cum from her pussy, then I was suddenly aware that I have a new erection! I tried to think about something else but I couldn't. I turned and lay on my side with my back to her side of bed.

After some minutes she came out of the bathroom and quietly lay beside me. She stayed lying some minutes there, away from me.

I was sure she is thinking about what there happend in the guest hous on his bed.

Abruptly she turned to me and hugged me from behind, but very gently not to wake me up, and murmured softly: “I love you baby, forgive me, I have no choice...”

The next day was a normal work day as always.

At the night after dinner, I was sitting in my study room and she was busy with her works in her room, as the phone rang. We both took the receiver at the same time.

Me in my room and she in hers.

Normally I waited for her to do this, but this time I took automatically without to wait, but before to say something I heard her talking: “Hello?”

“Hi, my princess.”

“Oh, Mansi, how are you?”

“I am fine, thank you, and you and your lazy companion? Are you both okay?”

“Yes, uncle, where are you?”

“Unfortunately, not close to you. I miss you so, my lovely princess.”

“I miss you too, Mansi.”

She said quietly, and added: ‘I hope I see you soon.’

“What is missing you most about me?”

“Mansi, You have to behave!”

“I asked a simple question.”

“What do you think?”

“I want to hear your answer, I mean your honest and straight answer.”

She paused shortly and then said, murmuring: ‘Him…’

“Who is he?”

“My big friend, I miss him most. Are you satisfied?” She said quietly and giggled.

Hearing this I had a growing hard on and began to stroke it over my trouser fabric.

Mansour continued: “I like to hear what have you done with him if I was there with you?”

Meena started seductively and quietly: “I would kiss him, then I take him in my mouth and suck it.”

"Wow, now I have a hard on, he is awake, I suppose you are also now excited."

"Sure, you are so bad."

"And you are wet down there, isn’t it?"

"Mansi! Please stop, it is enough…"

“You are horny and wet and ready for your uncle’s big dick, aren’t you? Tell me the truth...”

She whispered into the phone receiver: ‘Yes, I am...’

“What are you?”

“I am horny and wet and ready for my uncle’s big dick...” She repeated.

He laughed and said: "Yes, I like when you talk to me so, I mean honestly. Now, tell me where you are. I suppose you are alone."

"I am in my room. Nadir is home but is working in his room."

"Have you your trousers on?"

"Yes. Jeans as always when you are not here..." She giggled.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take your jeans off, I want you to be in underwear, in your slips."

I heard her zipper, and after some seconds she said quietly: ‘I am in my slips...’

"Is it wet?"

"What?"

"Your slip."

"Ohh..."

After a short pause, she continued: ‘Yes, a bit..’

"Where?"

"In the crotch."

"Pull it down to your knees."

"Mansi he is in the next room, if he…"

"Princess, pull your slips down..." He commanded.

After a short pause, she murmured: ‘I have it down to my knees...’

‘Touch your sweet pussy, princess…’

I heard her quickened breathing.

Mansour asked: ‘Did you?’

Her breathing ragged: ‘Yes, I am touching it...’

‘Is your pussy wet?’

'Yes.'

'Are you sitting?'

'Yes, in my chair.'

'Okay. Open your legs.'

'Okay.'

"Now thrust two fingers deep inside your pussy."

I heard her excited moaning as she has done this time without hesitating or ask.

"Have you?

"Yes… Ohhh…

"Now take your fingers deep inside your mouth, lubricating them with your tongue..."

'Did you?’

‘Hmmm….’

‘Now close your eyes and bring your fingers back to your pussy.’

‘Hmmmmm…’

"Now, go on. Imagine I am fucking your pussy, push your fingers deeper, more…" He whispers.

I could hear her pussy is soaking. The slapping sound of her fingers meeting her choot lips filled the space and we, me and Mansour for sure too, both heard how she rocks back and forth against her fingers on the chair.

Meena was now letting out a sharp moan with each tap: ‘Ohhhh…' 

"Mansi I am so horny, I can’t stand it, I’m going to… Oh, my God…" She moaned.

I could hear she gasps for air, shudders, and lets out a tiny scream.

I knew of the tenor of her moans that before long, her orgasm will arrive.

I grabbed hold of my rigid cock.

Stroking it slowly, I tried to imagine her masturbating. I had no time to start the cameras.

She cried and orgasmed and at the same time I was Cumming too.

I was sure that he was masturbating also. There was a short pause and just silence. 

Then I heard him: ‘Princess, how was it? Was it nice for you?’

‘Yes, my uncle, my sweet Mansi...’ She giggled.

‘Did you cum too?’ Meena asked.

‘No my baby, I save it for your sweet pussy...’ He responded and then added: ‘I have

a wish...’

‘Yes, uncle.’

‘If I say it you must accept it understand? Now you can decide, do you want to hear it?’

‘I see, okay. I am curious.’

‘Wait a minute. First if you say yes and promise to accept it, then I explain it. Did you understand?’

‘Okay, yes, I accept it.’

‘I wish now and then to have you for me alone, I want that we spend some days like a man and his girl, without anybody around us.’

‘But Mansi, it is impossible…’

‘No negotiations princess. We had an agreement, remember? Now think about it and do planning. There are sure some possibilities...’

She paused a moment, I suppose she was thinking.

He continued: ‘Soon I am coming back to you, we are going to have more fun and enjoy being together, and we can talk about it. Don’t forget, this is my wish...’

“Okay Mansi. I'll see what the possiblities are.” Meena said obediently.

Then they say goodbye and stopped the chatting.

She left her room after some minutes and in about fifteen minutes we were on the bed...

I asked: “I heard before the phone is ringing!”

“Oh, yes, it was uncle Mansi, wanted to say he comes in some days.”

We slept well, we both were satisfied and relaxed! ...

[Lollobionda]

11 - Traffic Jam … 

The next day was Sunday. Meena was still sleeping as I woke up early. I couldn't sleep again even if I slept late at night. I had too much adrenaline in my blood and I felt no tiredness or sleeplessness!I looked sideways at my lovely Meena. Her beautiful face was so calm and peaceful.

I was very sad. Now she was not mine alone, she was his too. He had conquered her. But I had the feeling that deep in her heart she loves me more than everybody in the world, even if Mansour gave her body more joy than what I could ever give her.

Their behavior while breakfast and after that was as same as always. Meena was trying not to act as if something is not the same as always and she was successful!

But I was confused. As I sat there and had my breakfast, I had after my last night’s sexual atisfaction, one time more some mixed feelings.

Now after this end piece of his performance, the clarity of his dominance over the situation and affirmation of his power on her Body, what could I do?

For me now was the moment of my movement, like in a chess game. He was the first, but he was not the final winner, not yet. I tried to concentrate me and to organize my thoughts. I was cheated, I was hurt, I was jealous, and finally I was very sad and depressed. I thought about the ways for me to go and the doors to enter.

The first choice was the separation and divorce. This was the continuation of my thinking last night before I slept...

I gave up this theme at once. I couldn’t live without her. I was dependent of her. No material dependence but just mental and emotional. I couldn't imagine to live without her, so simple!

She was such a wife and life partner for me that all my buddies were jealous of me. Not only because of her beauty but in first place because off her behavior and attitude regarding to me, how she supported me and how she stood by my side, regardless of the matter what's ever.

And she showed everybody that I am the first in her life, and my position is higher than any other, even her family. Often she gave up what she would like to have or to do, in my favor or because of my opinion.

For sure nobody would believe that we are going to separate, I thought...

I was simply dependent and addicted to her presence and moreover, I loved her still!

But how could I carry on with her, now after this incident, now after her cheating?

I thought I have to be honest and fair. Yes I was deeply hurt, but I had some enjoyment and fun also. Even a huge amount of it.

But where was the limit and border of humiliation for me?

I realized then, I could live with it as long as she did not love him, at least not as her beloved man and life partner, but only as her lover, somebody who gives her sexual and temporary enjoyment.

I was now sure that this is the limit, the red line. The Love was that. The real love was the border. I was a bit relaxed now.

Mansour was going to leave in half an hour. I had to go to hospital and look after a critical patient. The hospital, our place of work was about ten minutes to drive by car.

I told Meena: “I am back in about half an hour.”

But before to leave, I turned the cameras on.

On the road back home, there was an accident and consequently a major traffic jam.

After over fifteen minutes delay Meena called me on my cell phone. I told her about traffic and said that I am not sure how long it takes but I am not too far from home.

She told me she is going to take a shower. I didn’t ask about Mansour because I was sure that he had already left. As I arrived home, I noticed that a Taxi is waiting at the door and knew Mansour is still there.

He was on the way out of our living room as he saw me: “Hi, it took too long for you to come home and also for me to leave…” and laughed: “But now I am leaving sure.”

Meena came out and saw me and said: “Finally you are home.”

And turned to Mansour to kiss him goodbye: “Bye uncle, be careful.”

After drinking a glass lemonade and chatting about traffic jam, I told Meena that I have to work for about an hour in my study. She said she cooks for lunch.

I was so impatient to watch my recordings of the last hour...

They had actually over one hour time and I asked myself if there was some action?

The recording began as I turned on and left them. It was a scene of dining room where they were sitting. They were drinking coffee and chatting about normal things like his next journey to capital and that he has to visit his son.

It went on over ten minutes until Mansour looked at her eyes and said: “Did you enjoy our last night princess?”

Meena looked at him smiled and blushed. She answered only with: “hmmmm!” and laughed.

He looked smiling at her and said: “There will be more, much more such nights!”

She giggled and said nothing. After some minutes she looked down at his hands and continued: “I wanted to know if I…” And ceased to keep talking.

There was one minute pause. Meena was looking at him waiting but nothing came out of his mouth while he was looking yet at his hands, then she asked concerned: “What bothers you Mansi?”

He looked at her eyes and said: “I wanted to ask if I injured you?”

She laughed and stood up, went to him and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Then took his hands in hers and said: “No, my dear Uncle, you haven‘t injured me…”

Then seductively added: “Perhaps a bit soreness in some parts of my body and that is all, apart from this I had deserved a punishment, you have said, isn't it?” and giggled.

“I love you my princess. I wish I could take you to my house with me for next days, we have to plan some days together, only two of us.”

“We’ll see. But now you have to leave. Soon Nadir is back, and I want to take a shower before lunch.”

Then she looked at the wall clock and said: ”He is a bit late. I'll call him.”

Then came our phone chatting over traffic jam...

After finishing her telephone conversation with me Meena told him that it takes a bit longer for me to be at home because of traffic jam, and asked if he stays longer there, before leaving. Mansour responded that he is going to call somebody first and then he calls taxi to collect him.

She told him: “Then I am going to shower, it takes only ten minutes.” After that she got upstairs.

I could see he had a phone call which took about five minutes and then followed her to upstairs.

Meena was already in the bathroom. I could hear the sound of the shower coming from the cameras in the bedroom. The door to bathroom was shut, and in the bathroom there was no cameras. 

Now Mansour was there at the bedroom door. He opened the door, heard her showering and sneaked in the bedroom.

He smiled, I thought sure, maybe he thinks he could get a little peek. He smiled ever broader as he got closer to the bathroom door and slowly opened it slightly about three or four Inch, then peeked inside and watched Meena in the shower stall.

I couldn't see Meena but after about one minute I heard her and knew that she discovered him: “Mansi, what are you doing here?”

“Nothing I wanted just..”

“Do you need something?” She asked.

Mansour opened the door now completely. Now I could see her standing there under the shower.

She had turned off the water running and standing there covering with her right hand her beautiful breasts and with other, her shaved pubis area. Her whole body was wet and her short hair dripping water.

“No, I mean yes I need you, I have to have you!”

Meena shook her head: “No, please uncle, it is impossible, he can be at any moment here…”

He looked at her for some moments then slowly said: “Okay I let it be this time exceptionally, but instead of it I like to see you...”

“Okay you see me...”

“I mean I like you to play with yourself for me...”

“Mansi are you crazy, I can't do that, besides he comes back every moment...” She pleaded.

He shrugged his shoulders and said: “Okay then...” he reached for his fly as if he wants to unbutton it and take off his trousers.

“No, please Mansi, okay I'll do it, I'll do it..” She gave up.

“Yes, this is better, we have not much time and we don't want to be caught.” He grinned and continued: “Now show me your beautiful parts. Give your hands away my princess, I have already seen and admired your body, remember?” and laughed.

Meena let her hands slowly drop down. Her beautiful orbs with light dark nipples which were now even without touching so erect and her completely shaved and wet cunt with somehow puffy lips from last night came into view.

Okay, I was surprised perhaps even shocked but intense amazement. To see Meena standing there and then leaning back against the shower wall with the hands at her sides in front of Mansour who was completely clothed, was too much. I had a hard on!

I thought my Meena nude as always is unbelievable sexy.

I could see and hear that her breathing was a bit faster. She was for sure excited now. She had to and probably wanted to play with herself in front of him.

Mansour's this type forcing her to do forbidden things made Meena one time more blush. Meanwhile I knew that his commanding sexual orders make her hot, excited, and even horny.

It was for me also mind blowing.

“As I said now we have no time to waste my beautiful lady, you have to start.”

And Meena began to do what he ordered. I was intensely amazed to watch my pretty wife started now a show for her pervert uncle, here in all her sexy glory, right before his hungry eyes!

After some seconds and it took not more than one minute that I watched with amazement how eagerly she is masturbating.

Meena was playing with herself for real and without compulsion. She had one hand on her breast, pinching a nipple while the other was dipping into the pink lips of her pussy.

He stood watching. Then said: “You make me suffer again, you teaser slut.”

“Sorry…” Meena muttered guiltily but she didn't look at all sorry!

“Not yet you're not. But you will be.” He grinned.

She shifted her feet wider for him while looking in his eyes. The movement spread her open to him.

He could see everything.

I saw how ready she was, with glistening, slick puffy pussy lips, all pink. I couldn't believe it, without a doubt, my Meena is again ready to be taken by him, I thought.

Despite lack of time, she would have offer no resistance if he had tried to fuck her there and then under shower, perhaps even she hopes it, I considered.

She was really getting into it, pinching her nipples and slipping a finger down to her clit, stroking the side of it in long and deliberate movements. She was taking it slow.

Now at watching this on the screen, my balls were strangling in my briefs and my dick was aching as I just looked at her. I wanted to come!

Now I was pretty sure they couldn't see me! I was not worried about making too much noise like other times. This time there was no way they were going catch me.

Earlier I have long wondered whether Meena masturbated, but in our past wonderful years together we never discussed the subject, and I saw nothing which indicates that she masturbates. I had not raised the question because I thought this was a very private thing for her and it is her decision to do it or not do it as she pleased. 

Now after so many years I caught her for second time and both times because of him, Mansour!

Now she was pleasuring herself in front of not her husband but her uncle!

She curled two fingers into her pussy. She pushed them deep and at the same time began to stimulate her clit with her thumb.

He could see it all. The slick wet of her fingers, the urgent movement of her thumb. Round and round she played her clit.

I thought my Meena is for sure the sexiest thing he had ever seen. I and he could hear that sounds which indicated her high sexual frenzy, the sound of the wet slap of her thrusting fingers and the typical sound of her breathings with moans.

Now he couldn't hold back. He unbuttoned his fly and released his aching giant cock.

There came out his monster manhood. It seemed longer and stronger than ever.

I could see it sideways. As I zoomed my screen, I saw it was already wet with pre cum and ready to service!

She opened her eyes and looked down and I could see in her look, she was mesmerized, she licked her lower lips shortly then intensified the activity and motion of her fingers.

He stroked his thumb across the head of his giant rod. Around and around he teased the sticky head, matching time with her thumb on her clit.

When she moaned I saw a jerking movement in his monstrous dick. Then he began to play with it seriously and powerfully.

There came a sound from outside. It was the sound of a car approaching. I saw they both heard it but she didn't stop, instead while her gaze was fixed on his dick, she picked up the pace, shoving those fingers in her wet choot even faster.

He followed her and his hand moved faster too.

As Meena got more and more into what she was doing, her movements got stronger and more obvious. Her panting grew louder and was combined with intervals of soft little moans and sighs. Her voice was no more than a whisper, really, but in the bathroom it seemed like she was gasping loudly with excitement.

Now my hand clutched at my dick, my heart pounding. She spread her legs even further and kept pushing her fingers into her choot more vigorously.

She was perhaps not sure if that car sound was me or if I am now there at house, but to be caught was either not important or thinking about it must have turned her on more because now she cried out loud.

It was all time clearly visible that her gaze with lustful eyes is directed to his giant prick: “You are my hot princess, aren't you? Now cum for your uncle Mansi like the slut you are…”

Meena moaned and looked up at his eyes for a short moment, then directed her gaze down again to the glittering and purple big rod, in his hand.

Mansour's voice was rough and I could imagine that this turns her more on. I knew that Meena liked it. She liked that rough, commanding, male voice of her uncle.

“You're going to come. Aren't you? Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you like to come for your uncle…” he continued.

“Oh, yes uncle...” she moaned.

After less than one minute, her face got a very concentrated look and she started rocking back and forth. She hunched over with her mouth wide open in a big 'O'. She stayed frozen in that position only hunching her cute hips forward. her face radiated the growing sexual delight she was giving herself.

And then I saw it.

I saw In the next moment her whole body shuddered and as if in pain a groin escaped her lips: “aahhhhhhhhhhhh, Mansiii, ohhhhhhhhhh….”

Then that groan grew more up to an elevated cry of ecstasy.

I and and sure also Mansour saw in total fascination and sexual awe as she exploded in a series of jerking pelvic movements.

She gasped again and again as one orgasm after another overtook her.

It was all too much for Mansour. He joined her in her ecstasy and went over the edge.

He came in his hand and on the bathroom floor. The first jet of his cum impacted the bathtub edge. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he kept squirting over and over again. At the same time I exploded too, feeling my cum shoot out, I gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a very audible sigh.

Besides being drained and satisfied, I was totally stunned. I looked down and saw I had squirted all over the study floor and my chair. But what amazed me most was the amount of my cum!

Then I heard my beloved wife, Meena was calling me: “Darling, the lunch is ready!”….

12 - The Bungalow ...

After his leaving we had three quiet days. We were very busy in the hospital and there was not even time for some tenderness and cuddling. We worked and came home tired, ate and slept. Wednesday I had the afternoon free from hospital and she came home about four o'clock. Mansour was for some hours in the city and afternoon visited us. Meena told me he is very stressed with his business and also had to spend some days with his son.

We were sitting in our dining room for an afternoon coffee and chatting about this and that. Meena was in the kitchen.

Mansour looked at me and said: “What about your holidays?”

“We are not sure yet when to go and where to go. But perhaps in next weeks we make a short holiday trip.”

“I have a beach house and when you like to ride to sea you can have your privacy there.”

I asked: “You have a Bungalow?”

“Yes. It belonged to my family for decades. You know in my city every family has its own beach house. It is not a real house, but a small one not more than one Room, but with all facilities. Also it is enough for some days for a small two person family. If you like I can arrange it for you two. You have not to pay and it is really private and best suitable for romantic hours.” And he grinned.

I didn't know what to say.

Meena was hearing our talk. She came back in the dining room sat next to me and said: “This is a good suggestion Nadir. Why not accept his invitation?”

I thought one moment and asked him: “And you?”

“I have so many things to do. I have no time for holidays.”

Before I could reply Meena said: “Yes uncle, I think we accept it, don’t you agree Nadir? It sounds wonderful.” She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I accepted his suggestion and told him: “Okay. Actually we can ride this Friday or Saturday.”

He said: “Okay, then I have to ride Thursday and arrange everything for you.”

Meena stood up and went to Mansour, embraced him and kissed him on the cheeks and said: “Thank you uncle Mansi.”

Friday after lunch we rode. Our holidays were planned for one week. We were on the road with my car.

Meena as always when on a journey was happy and enthusiastic...

We reached after three hours his home in his home town. He was waiting for us. And one hour later we were by his bungalow.

It was a middle large room with small kitchen. A couch bed, two chairs, a small table were also there. Behind the couch were stairs to mezzanine which included a double bed, and nothing else.

In front of House there was a area about 5X5 meter as a space for sunbathing which was separated with bamboo wall from outside. In the back of the house, there was also an area about 5X2 Meter for dumpster, etc.

He wished some relaxing days for us and left immediately.

We made a small walk to know the outside terrain and to buy something for drinking and some fast food...

Next two days was very enjoyable for both of us. We went swimming in the see and took hand in hand long walks on the sand. It was so calming to have time, to be relaxed and to have her for me and with me.

We had two times sex. The first time was on Saturday night. The day was an active day with swimming, long walking and even tennis playing at the near tennis court.

I began after dinner with some romantic kisses.

She took my hand and said: “Come, we go upstairs.”

As we were on bed, we both undressed quickly. Meena pulled me to her, she reached between us and guided me into her. 

I came after short minutes fucking in missionary position but she had no orgasms.

“I didn’t last long.” I said apologozingly.

“That's okay I just want to feel you. Apart from this I was tired from today’s activities…”

Next day wir repeated our program, some swimming, walking and playing Tennis.

Afternoon we were sitting and sunbathing. She was lying face down on the beach lies.

I was admiring her beautiful back with magnifisant buttocks and shapely legs.

I began to caress her arm and kissed her shoulder and then her left ear and murmured.

“Do you want to play a little bit?”

Meena looked sideways at me with her beautiful eyes and asked: “What do you mean?”

“I mean playing me as uncle Saeid? please?”

She giggled: ‘You are a bad boy Nadir, do you know this?’

“Yes but I love it this way.”

She giggled more and again put her face down on her hands.

I asked: ‘Okay my baby?’

She murmured: ‘Yes my uncle, what do you like to do?’

I stretched me slowly on her back. I had already a hard on.

She looked down, saw it and said: ‘Wow uncle, your penis is big.’

“As big as always?”

A flush crept over her face: ‘I know it can be bigger, I get it.’

I stood up and took her hand: ‘It is better to go in.’

Next moment we were on bed upstairs.

She was a bit nervous, I felt.

I asked: ‘Is there a problem, my lovely?’

She looked at my face and giggled, then said seductively: ‘First I don’t want to play anymore, second I want suck your cock Nadir!’

“What? You have never done it…”

“You've never asked for it seriously.”

Meena yelled cutting me off midsentence.

“Would you do that even if I asked?”

I asked as I looked her in the eyes.

“You've never asked, I don’t know if I would have done if you had asked. But now I want it, can I?”

“Sure, my baby, with pleasure.”

Meena then took off her bikini. I slipped my trunks down and my erection which was now complete, springed free. Now she reached out with her hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. Opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue out and started flicking it over the head of my stiff prick.

After gently suckling on the tip for a bit, she eventually slid her lips over my shaft.

I pushed forward and my cock easily entered into Meena’s wet mouth. I couldn't believe my luck. It was like heaven as I felt my lund in my wife’s hot mouth got harder and harder. I saw her getting more and more turned on by sucking. She had a flushed face and as I touched her sex, she was wet and her choot was creaming.

Meena licked all around the head of my dick several times even she flicked her tongue across my pisshole, uttering low moans. Then she took it as far down her throat as it would go.

Meena pulled her head of my cock, gasping, while still stroking my meat, looked deep in my eyes and moaned: ‘Do you enjoy my mouth on your cock baby?’

And then without waiting for my reply she inserted my hard prick into her mouth and once again started sucking furiously.

I was soon there. I shouted: ‘I'm close, I am close.’

“No Nadir, don’ t come yet, I want your cock in me, come...”

I could see Now that she is very aroused. She lay back and opened her legs wide.

I shoved my cock deep into her soaking pussy immediately.

It take not long before she screamed: ‘Oh God, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock baby. I am coming…’

She was shuddering as she orgasmed.

After some second I was cumming in Meena’s beautiful pussy.

I had this afternoon all the while the strong feeling that in spite of her avoiding to role paly, she had all time thinking about him and his cock since we began it, perhaps she didn't want to Play because she was afraid to make a mistake or to tell something not suitable and reveal herself while fucking…

Next day was Monday. I went to baker to bring fresh bread for breakfast.

As I came back, I heard Meena talking on the Phone.

“No, sure you can come. He wouldn't be angry. Please uncle…”

Obviously Mansour is going to visit us, I thought. Perhaps she had invited him. She told me he arrives late afternoon.

After he arrived, we sat outside and drank wine and chatted.

They were sitting next to each other on the beach chairs and I could see often Mansour's leg would brush my wife's, and Meena looked at him with a meaningful smile and at least one time I saw him, sending her a kiss with the movement of his lips.

We ordered some Chinese meal for dinner.

After dinner it was late and we were still drinking wine. My eyes were heavy and they were talking about this and that.

Before I excused myself to bed, he saw my tiredness and told her he is going to leave.

She told him it is not correct to ride drunk. He was on the road with the old car of his mother.

Meena told him that we are going to sleep in the upstairs and he can sleep downstairs on the sofa bed, he should stay since we drank so much and she didn't want him to drive. He accepted to stay.

I went to clean up. As I was in the rest room, I thought they are speaking very softly.

After she cleaned up, they kissed good night.

We went upstairs, and got in the bed.

I couldn't believe that this night something is going to happen. We were in a small space together and I was sure that Meena wouldn't dare to do or let him to initiate some sexual activity with him. In spite of this I waited and waited for her to sleep.

As I was lying there, my mind was racing and preventing me from sleeping.

After about fifteen minutes Meena turned carefully to me and asked softly: ‘Nadir, are you asleep?

And after a pause: ‘Nadir, Nadir?’

I didn’t reply. I knew she was watching me.

She stood up quietly and took her slips down and put them under the cushion. Now she was wearing only a nightgown, a knee length one from soft material. Then she went quietly the stairs down. I could hear them talking softly but after some minutes it got really quiet.

It shoked me and I was surprised that she is so careless and neglectful, this was not the same Meena who I knew.

She knows that I am a heavy sleeper and probably didn't have any thought that I could be awake. Apart from this, obviously her lust and sexual desire for old Mansour and his admireable dick, combined with alcohol, made her so incautious and courageous.

I tried to noiseless approach the stairway. Now I could see them both quite good from between the grid.

Moonlight was in the room and made it bright. Upstairs was dark and they couldn’t see me lying on the floor of mezzanine.

I noticed that they were kissing. Their tongues intertwined, swirling around, exploring each other's mouths. I became immediately hard and my heart began pumping rapidly as if it were going to come out of my chest.

Their kissing was very passionate and heated as I heard Meena’s sigh as she melted into his arms. Continuing to kiss her passionately, Mansour lowered her onto the bed and began rubbing her breasts under her nightdress. 

She didn't resist one bit, but only I heard her between kisses, murmuring softly: ‘Be careful Mansi, it is dangerous. He is here.’

For me no problem my princess, just you have to be calm when it is the time...

He quietly grinned.

Meena was getting very aroused and began to take off his undershirt never breaking their heated kiss.

I thought she was each time bolder than the last time.

I could hear her moaning while their tongues were rapidly exploring each other.

Mansour broke the kiss and looked at her now free breasts.

From my viewpoint I could see Meena’s eyes who could not take them off of his growing bulge. Suddenly she reached for him and began rubbing his massive rod through his underwear. Meena was very excited, I could hear her rapid breathings.

At that moment, I knew from her behavior that she had waited the last two days for him to come and fuck her silly, and now it was so far.

She could have finally his giant rod in her choot.

This was a confirmation for me that her intense orgasm the day before was because of thinking about him and imagining his proud prick. She removed his shorts and his cock sprang free fully erect. My wife gasped, it was as always massive!

She took hungrily it in her hands and guided it to her mouth.

I almost lost my load watching my young wife Meena, who was naturally always a shy person, suck hungrily on her uncle’s huge cock.

Mansour was enjoying this as he was moaning.

Meena could only get half of his massive cock in her mouth. Then she stopped and looked at him.

My beautiful Meena was flushed and I knew the look in her eyes as one of "take me now.." as she looked at her uncle. I was surprised by her boldness and sexual aggression this time, as it is out of her character. Any way I enjoyed the show so far and couldn't wait to see him fuck her.

Mansour took the lead. He peeled her nightdress off, then laid her back down on the sofa bed. Then slowly started licking her from the inside of her thighs to her pussy.

Meena was squirming and moaning low and deep. He reached her bald pussy, then slowly parted her pussy lips and inserted his tongue swirling it around and making stabbing motions on her clit.

This drove her crazy and she immediately had a massive orgasm.

I could hear her voice, breathing heavily and moaning: ‘Oh God, I am cumming, Oh, oh my God, Mansi I am cumming, ohhhhhhhhhh….’

Meena finally settled down some and whispered: ‘I want you inside of me Mansi…’

Now they were kissing and touching each other like wild animals, moaning and

breathing hard.

Mansour opened her beautiful legs wide to climb on her and take her.

With his now fully erect giant dick he lowered himself slowly into her.

She took his cock and guided it to her very wet pussy, rubbing it up and down on her slit. I could imagine how wet her pussy was now, for sure much more than yesterday and far more than ever with me at all.

Mansour moaned as she did this and slowly began to push into her.

I was amazed at how erotic this was: watching my young, beautiful wife, my Meena, and her fat, old but giant dicked uncle, getting ready to fuck. My cock was throbbing as I saw Mansour give a push and put some inches into her hot pussy.

She moaned a bit louder and squirmed because of his thick huge cock.

He put his palm over her mouth and said: ‘Not so loud, princess…’

She nodded her head shamefully and kissed his palm.

He pulled out, then sank one time more.

Again she moaned and squirmed, but this time his palm was there to prevent it to be too dangerous and wake me up.

Mansour retreated, and with one last push, this time very hard, got all his rod in.

This sent her over the edge as she squealed with a mixture of pleasure and pain: “oh God, ouch, Oooooh, Godddd. I'm cuuummmminngggggg…”

Then she exploded with another orgasm. She had two orgasms in a short time and he was not even near to one. She was so caught up in her lust that she couldn't control herself. I thought about our last love makings and this caused a twinge of jealousy in me. Mansour reached the last depths of her cunt with his massive rod and began slowly working his way in and out of her fully stretched pussy.

I could tell she was taking him more easily now because she started meeting his thrusts by pushing her hips up toward him.

His pace was quickening and she began to moan like a bitch in heat.

Meena seemed to cum continuously as she kept uttering: ‘Oh God, fuck me uncle, do me Mansi, I love your huge cock in me..give it to me, please.. fuck my choot..ohhhhh…’

I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene before me, and my fist from my prick under me. It was near to explode...

Now Meena’s breathing was so that I thought, she may pass out.

Mansour warned: ‘I am going to cum…’

‘Cum in me, cum inside me, fill me Mansi, fuck me with your lovely dick…’ She pleaded.

At this point, hearing her pleading and submissive voice, I lost my load in my hand.

Mansour was pounding her as hard as before. Suddenly he clinched his butt tight and said: ‘I am cumming.’

He was moaning and my Meena was out of her mind. So much that I could no longer understand what she was uttering. This was unbelievable but Meena was orgasming again! They reached their orgasms wildly together.

This was her third time cumming tonight and it seemed like minutes till they both settled down catching their breath. Mansour remained on top of her for a few minutes circling his cock inside of her until he became soft.

I could see, she was still having orgasmic after tremors till he pulled out. 
I lay quietly on our bed and waited for her to come upstairs….

* * *

[Lollobionda]

13 - Sexus Interruptus! …

We slept long. I woke up earlier than them. I got the breakfast and as I came back, he was washing and Meena was preparing breakfast table.

She kissed me on my lips and said: ‘A lovely day.’

“Do you go swimming or walking.”

“I am staying home, perhaps swimming, but today no walking.”

“Then I go after breakfast a bit Jogging.”

“It is okay.”

While breakfast Mansour told us he is going to leave in two hours.

After breakfast as I left, they were sitting outside, sunbathing and chatting.

I made a short distance Walk and after some minutes I came back over the narrow way behind the houses. Then I went between our bungalow and the neighbor one, up to start of bamboo wall. Now I could see them both lying face down to sunbathe their back.

After some minutes Mansour turned over on his back. Looked at her beautiful back and buttocks and said: “I love you my princess and I know you love him.”

She looked at him sideways, giggled and whispered: “Sure I love him.”

She was looking at his crotch area and nodded with her head movement to his dick.

Mansour said: ‘I don't mean him, I mean Nadir!’ And laughed.

I thought she thinks at present only about his giant prick and nothing else!

Meena blushed and said: ‘Oh, sorry, I misunderstood you, yes, I love Nadir. He is my beloved husband.’

‘… And him?’ This time he nodded toward his prick.

You know already, I love him.

As Your special Joystick!?

‘You are so bad...’ She giggled.

‘And what about me?’ Mansour asked.

"I love you too. But this is another type of love. You are my lovely uncle. But without Nadir my life will be so empty, when I think about it. I can’t imagine a life without him..." Said Meena, this time a bit seriously, it seemed so if she is dreaming about some far landscape or she is in a strange world…

He looked up in the sky and talked slowly further. I could sense the sadness in his voice.

"I love you since you were a child. It is now thirty years back and I feel still so much love for you and more. I loved you like my daughter for all those years as you were a child and then a teen ager, and I watched how you’re growing up and saw your increasing beauty day to day.

After that incident, as I was in prison, I missed all my and your family, but most of all you, my princess, even more than my son and my mother. I suffered too much, nobody can imagine how painful were those years for me. It was an autumn day as you came to visit me with your parents for the last time.

I hadn’t seen you for months. You were my young Lady, most beautiful woman in the world. This visit and the picture of you gave me hope to continue, to wish and to hope.

I knew, I was too old and not necessarily a beauty and worst thing, I was a criminal and I was in the jail with no future. But you know, the heart didn’t take this all into account. You know love is not rational. It has nothing to do with logic..."

He stopped the talking, while still looking at the sky.

I tried to follow his thoughts and unintended followed his gaze too. There were some small, white clouds, high in the sky.

I felt my eyes are wet!

Meena was looking at him with glassy eyes. She turned, sat on the chair and took his hands and whispered: ‘My poor Mansi…’

Her voice was so if she tries not to cry.

And then she leaned forward and took him by the shoulders and gave him a kiss on his cheek and then his lips.

Mansour went on: "Let me speak further my princess, otherwise if you continue, your friend would be awake and we have some trouble." 

Then he nodded laughingly with his head to his prick.

She giggled: ‘This is no trouble, he is welcome if he wakes up.’

She put her head on his chest while she was still sitting on her beach chair and softly kissed his nipples. 

He started to caress her hair and told: “I had to have you. You were and are my dream woman. The only way to be successful was for me to pretend that I am going to blackmail you. I am sorry for that, but even if you had resisted and hadn’t given up despite my constant and persisting attempts and gave me only a powerful and emphasized no response, I had done nothing which would have hurt you or harmed your family. Believe me, but I had no other choice.”

Meena was slowly weeping now and at the same time kissing and caressing his massive white-haired chest and dark nipples which were now completely hard: “I am happy you tried it and I am happy that I gave up! I love you too. You know it. You give me and my body an incredible pleasure which was so far unknown in my life. I didn’t know at all if such a level of joy exists. And I believe you that you wouldn’t harm me or my family..”

Then she noticed a movement in his swimming shorts. 

She giggled and while looking at the movements of his manhood said: “The king is awake, we have to do something about this.”

Mansour chuckled, reached for the bikini top strap over her shoulder and then pulled it down her arm. He leaned in and kissed the bare skin.

I saw the goose flesh rippled over Meena’s skin.

She interrupted him and tried to pull it back up. She looked around and protested: “Mansi, someone will see us. Let's go inside.”

He stood up, then looked around and said: "Come with me my princess."

And took her hand, she stood up too, and they headed into the house.

I didn’t see them for some minutes, only hearing some muffled noises. I thought they were kissing. 

I wanted to watch what happens inside. I hurried to the back street where the backyard of the bungalow was separated from narrow road by means of a bamboo wall. I could see through bamboo poles the backyard and the open back door of the house. 

They were standing by the door and he was busy to nibble at her ear and neck as they stood there.

She sighed, unable to resist any longer, and pressed her lips against his mouth.

He deepened the kiss and probed her mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed her body, caressing and kneading.

Meena pulled herself up against him. I thought she tries to feel the length of his enormous dick against her leg. Mansour's hands were roaming up her legs. It seemed to me then that he noticed they are visible from front, because he took her hand and came in the backyard, and shut the door.

I thought perhaps he didn’t want me to catch them, should I come back sooner than expected.

Now she was with her back to the House wall, waiting for his move.

Mansour knelt down in front of her and glanced at her secrets beneath the swimming slip. Then He pressed his face against the thin fabric which was a bit moist and the dampness was to detect on exact inspection even from my distance.

Then I saw his this activity, sent an erotic sensation and a quiver through her body.

Mansour stood up and kissed the curve of her neck.

Meena did not resist.

Then he pulled the straps off her shoulders completely until her beautiful breasts sat out in the open like two ripe fruits. Then he began smoothing circles around both nipples with his thumbs. Meena's nipples hardened at once as always, and set off waves of arousal through her body which caused her to shudder, obvious to see from my hidden place.

Mansour’s hands fell from her ripe nipples and cupped her butt cheeks over her bikini bottom, pulling her pubic bone against his enormous erection.

He began to grind his giant cock against her while his hands massaged her ass.

"Are we really going to do it out here?" Meena asked with trembling voice.

At this moment came an old telephone ringing-tone, this was my cell phone and I had left it on the table in the house. Both of them paused one second. He looked questioning in her eyes.

She spoke: "I have to answer it, this is his cell phone and perhaps somebody needs him." And waited not for his answer.

I heard she is speaking on phone. 

Mansour followed her into the house and I heard Meena: "Yes, okay I'll tell him. He calls back. Bye."

Then she told Mansour: "I have to search him. They need him in the hospital."

As I heard this, I ran over back street quickly in the opposite direction. 

After about hundred yards I turned around and walked toward our bungalow over the seaside street. Meena saw me quickly from a distance coming, and gave me a sign.

As I approached the front door of the bungalow, they were sitting outdoor and drinking juice. 

Mansour went to get some juices from next business and I called back to the hospital. 

They informed me that, Talebi my friend and colleague had an acute appendicitis and was on the operation table, and our chief wanted to know if I kindly can interrupt my holidays and take over his operations.

I replied with yes, sure and added that I'll be in a few hours at work.

Then I told Meena about this and continued without consideration, she can stay if she likes. 

She must not cut her holidays. 

She thought one moment, then looked at me and said: "No, I am riding with you, it is so relaxing and beautiful here but not without you. We can come back some time later…"

At this moment was Mansour again with us. He noticed we are going to leave. 

Meena told him what has happened and I have to leave.

He looked at her and said: "Why don’t you stay, we ride back by train."

"No, Nadir wishes that I accompany him." While saying this, she looked in my direction.

I knew she didn’t want to tell him that not me, but she likes to go home with me.

When leaving they embraced and kissed each other like a father and a daughter.

Later, while riding in the car, she kissed me and told: “Thank you for not revealing me, I wished unconditional to ride home with you.”

“Me too…”

Then she added: “I love you very much Nadir.”

I looked shortly in her eyes and then said: “I love you too Meena!”

Then we both laughed….

14 - Swimming Pool 2 ...

The next days, after our returning from bungalow, often I have asked me why she travelled with me? Actually, she could stay back and enjoy what she started without worries, she could give herself to him with no time limitation and not to be afraid to be caught. For me at that time, the only explanation for her immediate decision without thinking to ride back home, was that she got scared!

She was worried about his emotional explosion and the things he revealed about his old feelings for her. It was probably too much for Meena. This was a new situation and was going to bring more complications with, even more than the times when she was being blackmailed and she felt to be forced by him!

This new development of their forbidden relationship would have brought responsibilities. Obligations and tasks that one has when one is loved!

Meena was not sure if she is coping to the new task, and this was surely the reason why she ran away!

At least she needed time to think about and be used to the new situation, I thought...

The next five days went by as usual. We were very relaxed with each other and we had even one time a somehow exciting sex on Thursday afternoon.

On Friday Meena went shopping and came with some items for me and herself. She showed me the things she had got for me; some pairs of Italian long socks and two beautiful polo shirts. I thanked and asked about other items and she told me laughingly, they were hers and she prefers to surprise me.

We went for dinner to an Italian restaurant. After our return home, we had a glass wine, heard music and got to bed.

It was a romantic, nice night for me without other themes to discuss or mention, but I knew deep in my consciousness, I was waiting for new events...

The day after was Saturday. 

Before noon Mansour reappeared. Meena welcomed him with warm kisses. She wore again a skirt, but today a bit shorter, tight waist hugging one and a loose shirt. The outline of her breasts was visible as well as her slightly erect nipples. She had no bra on.

Mansour was basically at first a bit worried. He told us that his divorced wife is seriously ill and probably his son had to live with him for some time. At present time he was living with his mother in another city.

He talked with me about her disease and asked about the healing chances, but after an hour, his mood lightened somewhat and he was not more so worried. Now his head and mind was okay as always. Obviously the presence and closeness of Meena helped him to forget the worrying happening.

While eating lunch, he said the next day he must fly to capital city due to his business. This was the last step before official starting of his small insurance company.

Mansour told us that his friend Saleh would organize and manage his main office in their home city, then he has more time for every other pleasant thing in life which he had missed the last years. 

Then looked at Meena and laughed.

Meena looked at me and slightly blushed. He was flirting openly with her.

Meena was in the kitchen working as I went into there and informed her that I am going to have a look at the classic cars presentation. This Saturday was the last day of it and I liked to visit the show. I called a friend who is interested in this subject too and we planed to meet at the show.

I said Meena it takes about one hour and after kissing her I got to my study, turned the cameras on, then got downstairs and out, said goodbye to Mansour, who was outdoor seating next to the pool and then I left...

As I was back home it was about one and a half hours passed. They both were in the pool swimming. I changed and joined them.

After the meal I noticed Meena is tired. She claimed about the headache.

I said: “Perhaps too much sun!”

“Yes, I think so. I am going to sleep a bit early. I hope tomorrow I have no headache..”

Mansour looked tired too. I told them I am going to look at the TV and then work in my study for an hour before I go sleeping. 

In a half an hour they both left. 

Meena got to our bedroom and Mansour left for the guest house...

Ten minutes later I hurried to my study and shortly after I was sitting by my monitor.

I saw Meena leaving the kitchen, some minutes after I left. Then she took a shopping bag from walk in closet and went out to Mansour.

He was still seated on pool chair. She gave him the bag and said: “This is for my lovely uncle. I am going to change and come back. It is hot and I like to swim. If you like too, then you have something to examine. It is in this bag.”

Then she laughed and went into the house.

Mansour pulled out the items from the bag. There was a swimming short. Not the same old fashioned loose trunk as he already had. It was a tight one. And then came out four or five sexy men panty shorts, two blue jeans and two shirts and some pair socks.

He hurried to the guest house to change.

I thought her Friday shopping was actually just for him and not me!

After some minutes I saw another newly bought item. She came out of the door with two glasses in the hands. She had a blue thong bikini on. She looked very sexy. I had never seen this bikini. Meena had never such a small one! Immediately he came out too and at the moment after looking at her he was as if frozen!

As she approached to her beach chair, he was directly behind her at two steps distance.

We both could see her ass now. I zoomed my monitor. That ass was gorgeous!

Her bikini bottom was very tight and very small, covering little and as she bent over slightly to put the fruit juice glasses on the table her delicate ass cheeks came more into view. Her buttocks were simply inviting some forbidden action!

My cock was filled with blood now, begging to be handled!

I could see that his eyes were locked on her body too, he could do nothing but stare!

Mansour's stare was broken by the sight of her head turning slightly to her left to look over her shoulder. 

She had caught him staring at her body and especially her partially naked ass. Mansour hastily fixed his new swimming trunk. Perhaps thinking that his erection might pop out and embarrass him!

Meena looked at him over her shoulder and said: "I think I don't need this one."

Then she took off her bikini top and slung it on the beach chair. Again she looked over her shoulders and caught him staring: “Oh my! Looks like you are enjoying watching me Mansi!” And laughed.

Then looked down and noticed his growing bulge in his swimming trunk: “Looks like you really enjoyed watching my body uncle. I'm sorry if I teased you. Would you like me to take care of that for you?” Asked Meena seductively, looking in the direction of his giant cock with quickened breaths. 

Meanwhile, he nodded to his swimming short: “Why not? But before you undo my short come here you teaser princess come to me..”

Mansour groaned. He approached her and took her in his strong embrace from behind and cupped her naked breasts.

She could surely feel his giant instrument caresses on her bare ass over his swim trunks fabric.

I had no doubt that her pussy was tingling now and was very wet down there.

She giggled and murmured: "Shouldn't I free somebody?"

Mansour let her tits go and his hands fell to her shapely buttocks. He took each one of them from right and left over her small bikini bottom and pulled her abruptly and strongly against his monstrous erection. 

Then he started to grind his rod against her sexy ass cleft: “We were here interrupted last time, remember my teaser beauty?”

He was grinning and continued: “You owe him that sweet bald pussy since last week, now he is hungry and restless.”

“I see. He can have what I owe him. I promise...” Meena grinned and muttered with a shaking voice.

Meanwhile, he kept up his steady rhythm with massaging her ass cheeks from the sides and grinding his erection against her buttocks.

"I have to feel him, uncle..." Meena said and moved both her hands down, and pushed his shorts up to middle thigh. Then her right hand gripped his hard, big shaft.

"Ahh…" Breathed Mansour.

Then he put his palms on her hips near to groin from both sides and pulled her to him, till she was sandwiched between a hard, thrusting cock and his possessive hands.

Meena widened her stance and bit her lip.

Mansour suddenly stopped, breaking his movements, released her and then turned her over. 

He looked around and then pushed her softly some steps back against the house wall, next to the window.

There he paused one moment looking at her lustful eyes, then grinned and huskily groaned: "Time to pay back what you owe him..."

Meena smiled with trembling lips and nodded, never leaving her gaze of the wonderful big pole.

Mansour directed his cock between Meena's legs, then took her buttocks, both handed one time more, but now from forward, and rocked back and forth.

Meena gripped Mansour’s arm as his big cock dragged back and forth along the flesh between her upper thighs. She gasped as, without breaking his rhythm, Mansour dipped his head and licked across one nipple. Then he caressed it with his firm tongue and finally sucked it inside his mouth. Just when Meena thought she could take no  more, Mansour bent down and grabbed the back of left her knee and pulled her leg tight round his hip.

He groaned into her ear: "Take it... take your friend my princess... he is impatient..."

She looked at his eyes and moved her left hand between them and pushed with shaky hand the fabric of her small bikini to the side. Then leant against him for balance while he wrapped one arm around her back and nudged at her slippery entrance with his enormous erection.

"Ohhhhh... Mansi..." Meena moaned, feeling him slide inside her with small difficulty, she was soaking wet.

"Yes, my sluty princess..." Said Mansour closing his eyes. 

Then he began to thrust his giant tool in and out while his swimming short was at his knee level.

Meena rested her head on his shoulder. She seemed to enjoy the hard friction as he drove his large member back and forth inside her small choot. Her hip muscles tightened as she rose up, toward her climax.

"Hmm, Ohhh, Mansi that feels great...fuck me uncle..." She moaned.

Mansour used the position to hold her in place while he pounded himself again inside her. 

Meena moaned…

I could see her back is sometime pressed and another time struck against the wall as Mansour thrust strongly in and out. 

After several minutes of being fucked against the wall, I watched as Mansour pause and reach around her.

“Aren't you going to continue Mansi?” Asked Meena, squirming on his big, hard cock.

Mansour shook his head and groaned: “Get down princess I've been dreaming of taking you from behind.”

Meena climbed down off Mansour's cock. It was rigid and shiny with precum.

"I was just getting close..." She whined.

Mansour turned Meena from the waist till she faced the wall. 

He pressed his sticky, long and fat cock against her ass over her small bikini bottom and reached forward to cup her bare breasts. 

Meena let her head drop back to rest on his shoulder.

“Bend over and spread your legs, I'm going to fuck my princess from the back...” Mansour said.

Obediently, she leaned forwards and put her hand on the wall. Her uncovered breasts were very beautiful to look at this position. She widened her legs for him and waited submissively.

He moved back and then abruptly pulled her bikini bottom down. Now her shapely legs and delicious bottom were naked visible. 

“Now open those tight cheeks so I can see your sweet pussy my princess. Open your beautiful cunt for him, for your hard and hungry friend...” Growled Mansour in a low, lust filled voice.

Meena giggled and said: "You are so bad Mansi…"

"And you're so hot my princess..." He said.

Meena reached back and spread her ass cheeks with both Hands and murmured over her shoulder seductively: "Do you like what you see…?"

"Yes my princess, I love it..." Mansour went on his knees. 

In the next moment his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs. Then his warm and eager tongue, started to lick her outer pussy lips then lapped at her slippery cunt.

"Ahhh... no more Mansi,... ohhh, please uncle,...I can’t wait longer, please just fuck me!" Meena panted. 

But Mansour was relentless. He licked her pussy lips and tongued her cunt further.

I thought that she is now ready to grab his cock herself, and force it inside her wet, throbbing cunt.

“Please uncle, just fuck me now Mansi, I'm so wet. Please! Ohhhh...” She appealed with her head hanging down, more and more.

Then she looked back and caught Mansour's grin.

He stood up now and while looking down at her cunt and ass began slowly to caress his giant rod. Then he came forward.

Meena could feel surely his thighs against her ass, then the hard contact of his giant dick and finally it found the opening of the trasure, her sweet cunt: “Ohhhhhhhhhh...”

Meena moaned as his gigantic cock stretched her open and filled her up.

Mansour gave a strong thrust and ground into her, the force lifting her onto her toes.

Then he grabbed her waist and held her over his thrusting cock. Mansour grunted as his groin slapped against her buttocks, as he pounded his giant rod deep inside my Meena.

I zoomed the monitor and watched as the base of his Long and fat shaft straining her pussy opening to its limit.

Mansour's monstrous cock buried between her ass cheeks and seemed it is too big for such a tender and delicate body, but hearing her sighs and demanding voice, I could say that she was willing.

As I watched, I saw my Meena was well beyond caring how brutal she would be fucked by her beloved uncle. I knew her complete body is now prepared for orgasm as Mansour's thrusts grew wilder, getting faster and harder as he hammered her against the wall.

“Ohhh God! Ohhh my god... Ohhh Mansiiii...” Meena moaned and abruptly had an orgasmic spasm, at this time he was pushing himself deep towards her centre.

Mansour gave an animal groan and she, while her own wild cumming, gripping with trembling hand the wall for support and then I saw and knew he is releasing his seeds as he screamed and yelled out like a wolf.

He gave a final thrust, pumping her full of cum in several spurts.

I saw the spunk oozed out and ran down between her thighs.

Mansour enveloped Meena's back, trapping beads of sweat between them...

I ejaculated also in spurts on after another on my worktable one time more...

As they rested for some minutes on the chairs she looked at him and said slowly with a tired voice: “we have to clean up. He comes back soon.”

After some minutes I stood up and got downstairs to clean up. Then I sat on the Couch in the living room with my face in my hands. I was sexually released and mentally repressed, but not for the first time!

I asked me is this going to be my daily program for the rest of my life?

To live on a border line, between one side sexual joy by means of watching my beloved wife fucked by her uncle and the other side the psychological oppressiveness due to the jealousy and the feeling to be only the "second" one in her life.

I got outside, it was a quiet breeze. But otherwise silent. 

There were just the silence and darkness. So dark as like as in my mind and my heart, I thought.

I told me… "Nadir come out of your self-pity."

Then went in and up in the bedroom. 

She was sleeping just like an angel. 

I lay down and after some minutes I was sleeping too...

As I woke up I noticed she was in the bathroom. It was half past seven and a Sunday!

Normally on Sundays she sleeps up to nine o'clock, and I am the one who stands up and get breakfast. Then I remembered that Mansour in leaving earlier than usual today.

I remained lying and as she came out of the bathroom, I pretended to sleep yet.

Meena got out and went the stairs down. I heard a car approaching and I supposed it could be a taxi for him.

Then I stood up to have a look from the windows.

The taxi was waiting outside the gate and Mansour was standing near to pool as Meena came out of the house. She had her nightgown on. It was a short, black, see-through one, which revealed her beautiful body generously.

They stood there shortly talking. I couldn't hear them, but I saw Meena giggled and hugged him. Mansour hugged her back and kissed her hair and neck.

They hugged and kissed first on the lips and then it went on to a passionate french kiss for a few more minutes.

After that they separated and both of them walked arm in arm along the way towards the gate. 

Meena stood next to the gate and he kissed one time more her lips and then got into the taxi....

* * *

[Lollobionda]

'The disclosure conversation - 15' ... 

After half an hour, we were chatting while breakfasting.

I asked Meena: ‘How are you, what about your headache?’

“Oh, no, I have no more headache.”

“Very good. And why are you up so early?” I asked.

“I couldn't sleep further, perhaps because last night I went too early to bed.” She replied.

I smiled and said: “And your uncle was also leaving, you had to say goodbye!”

She looked at me seriously: “Yes, he left, but he didn't need me while leaving, it is only kindness!”

I continued my provocative style: “But for sure he loves when you give him so pleasant goodbye kisses!”

Meena was now slightly pale in her face and unsure, I thought she suspected if I saw them: “What do you mean?”

"Nothing Special. You kiss him goodbye or not?"

"Yes, sure, he is my uncle."

"And your uncle progresses to be a real lady killer! He had a sexy swimming trunk yesterday."

She looked at her coffee and said nothing...

I continued: “A new and sexy one, and then I was astonished to see you have also a sexy new bikini. Wow, you both are mentally so close to one another!”

“The bikini was my surprise for you Nadir! I bought it for me as I was shopping for you on Friday and I told you that I have a surprise.”

“And who had bought the new sexy trunks for Mansour and surprised him?” My voice was slightly angry, I noticed.

“Yes, I admit I did it, but I wanted not to make you jealous or uneasy. You know I love you and I don't want to bother you.” She said with pleading eyes.

I stood up, looked directly in her eyes and said: “I am not sure about that. Are you sure?” And left for my study without waiting for her reply.

I could feel her gaze behind me as I went out.

Meanwhile, I was sitting more than one hour in my study and thinking and thinking…

It was about eleven o’clock.

I decided what to do, stood up and got out.

Meena was yet in the dining room reading and hearing music; 'Dance me to the end of love' from Leonard Cohen, our favorite piece.

I turned it off; she looked at me with questioning eyes and asked: “Is there something?”

Then stood up, to bring the coffee glasses in the kitchen.

I said firmly while nodding her chair: “Sit down Meena, I have to talk to you. I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer me honestly. I need the brutal honesty.”

She sat again waiting.

Then I got closer to her and after a short pause continued: “I don't know what's going on, Meena, but something is. Are you going to tell me what it is? I ask only one time and I demand you to be honest as always. I know you don’t lie to me, no matter what I ask.”

I noticed that she is very worried. I continued simply and slowly: ‘Do you love me?’

“Yes, sure, you know that. Why do you ask?”

“Now answer me…”

I didn't realize it then, but from the expression that slowly grew on her as I slowly, with great emphasis and the beginnings of real anger, said: “Do you love some other man too?” 

She knew at this moment what is coming, I think.

“Why do you ask such a question, you know…?”

I interrupted her, a bit louder and with a heavyweight on every word: “Answer my question, please.”

“No, never. You were and are the only man who I love.” She responded concerned, perhaps a bit frightened.

“Now, please look at my eyes and answer it. Is there something going on I don't know about? Have you some secrets hidden from me?”

Glancing at her beautiful face I realized, she was still focused in with a deep stare in my eyes. Meena searched my eyes intently as if trying to see if I know the truth. She was trying to read me the way I was reading her. She waited some short moments before responding.

I tried meanwhile to formulate my question differently and became also yet louder and with more stress on some of my words: “Did you or do you cheat on me? I mean are you fucking somebody else?”

An expression consisting of surprise, embarrassment and something near to shock appeared on her face. Meena was first speechless and completely pale in her face, but still looking in my eyes. Her hands were shaking. I could see it clearly.

“I…I don’t understand what are you talking about?”

“You sure understood what I am talking about. What, I asked, was very clearly and distinctly: Did… You… or… do… You… cheat… on… Me?”

And continued firmly: “I have to know if there was or is something I am not aware of?”

Meena’s lips were trembling and her eyes were tearful.

I continued to look deep in her eyes. She could look no further into the mine, but looked away with an expression I couldn't place.

Then she bowed her head down and looked at the floor. She could no longer restrain herself and begun to cry. And then weeping came and the same time whispering: “Yes.”

Was quietly listening to. I tried: “I don’t hear you.”

“Yes. Forgive me, Nadir, please forgive me. I have done it…”

Meena reached over and did something that shocked and scared me at the same time. She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.

This astonished me and one moment I didn’t know how to react to this immediate confession and at the same time her physical reaction. I had waited her to negate and go away, at least at first. 

Then I found some words: “How many times?”

She kept her face tightly against the back of my hand and kissed it again.

Without looking at me, she said: “I'm so sorry for my it, Nadir. You know I love you. You were the only man in my life. I love you more now than when we married. This is crazy. It was just a slip…”

“I asked how many times?” I asked angrily and loudly.

She looked at me, and while weeping said softly: “Only one time, I mean just one person ..."

"But more times with him, yes?”

She bent her head and looked at the floor again and murmured: “Yes…”

“Then it can’t be just a slip.”

She didn’t say anything.

“How many times with him?”

“I am not sure, but not more than four or five times.”

This was correct. I wanted to test her. I waited her to ask me where from I knew it. But obviously she didn’t dare it.

“Do I know him?”

Meena murmured again: ‘Yes…’

“Mansour, right?”

“Yes.”

This was a very quick answer.

“Do you love him?”

“I told you. I love just one man and you are that one. I am happy to have you. I love you more than anything in this world and beyond!”

“Then why did you or do you fuck him?”

Meena was surprised, perhaps more horrified from my choice of word. She waited with her response.

“Why do you gave and give yourself to him?” I repeated.

She looked up at me and murmured: “He needs me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He is not only an older man, who suffered much, but I love him as my uncle and you know…”

At this moment I thought she didn't want to reveal the truth about her father and their fraud.

She paused shortly.

I gave her no time: “And?”

“… And he needs me…..”

I laughed bitterly and purposely irritating: “This sounds a bit like incest!”

“It's nonsense and you know it well.”

I changed the theme: “And me, what about me?”

“You are the man who I need.”

“To?”

“What do you mean with "to"?”

“To do what with? Laughing? Travelling? Going to eat?”

“To live with, I need you for my existence.”

“But for your bed you prefer him and his monster...”

“Don't be cruel, Nadir.”

“I am not cruel, I want to know and it is my right to know...”

Now she had collected herself a bit more. She was more confident.

“Would you forgive me, someday?” Then she shook her head and began to weep again. 

I heard her murmuring: “Okay, you are right, I am unashamed, and my love for you gives me so much sass that I ask for forgiveness and understanding, yes, sure, otherwise you know that I am not usually such a sassy...”

I asked: ‘What have you done if I betrayed and cheated you?’

She looked in my eyes and without delay while weeping said: ‘I could not forgive you.’

I knew Meena's answer already; she was always fair and correct and said what she thought for truth.

I stood up and went outside. I felt I needed some fresh air. I sat in the garden.

After half an hour I was a bit relaxed. I went back into the dining room. I noticed that she in in the kitchen. I went in the kitchen; she was cooking and yet weeping. 

She looked up straight at the kitchen cabinet and said: “In half an hour the lunch is ready..”

I said: “The lunch is now not important. We need to talk further, about what we are going to do.”

She looked at me with tearful and fearful eyes: “As you wish.”

We sat in the living room.

I began: “You have right to talk about your thoughts and your opinions with me or apologize, but I have the feeling that this is not only an affair...”

Meena was one time more a bit confident: “Please Nadir... I know you are hurt but don't try to analyze the situation and make the it more complicated than how it already is.. Here are some facts: first I made a mistake and I have to pay for it. Second, I made it because I had the feeling that he, my uncle needs me, emotionally and physically...”

Meena's articulation and expression astonished me again. She sounded now very confident. This made me a bit angry and there was again tension in my voice recognizable.

I made a face and imitated her voice and continued her sentence with her tone: “And

you were forced to do it because he is so a poor, old man and you were obliged and you had no other choice. I believe you completely, fucking him was even a virtuous act. Bravo! I believe you, you had no sexual feelings, no pleasure and no enjoyment with him and without doubt you suffered every time he screwed you…”

“Let me explain please... yes, I am a woman and like any other woman and human being enjoy attention and tenderness.”

“You mean the things that you did not get all these years…”

“Perhaps not enough. But I love you, I need you and your closeness and sincerity. You are the essence and meaning of love for me and you are my life. But I understand, you are the person who injured is, and at the end of all discussion and causes include, I am who betrayed you and responsible for this miserable situation in our marriage and our happy life.”

“Not marriage, but perhaps partnership and love, you betrayed our love... anything other doesn't matter.”

“It doesn't matter even when you tell him that I am "only" your husband, and he is your man, your lover, your fucker...”

“These are not my words, I did never told...”

“You didn't need to tell all this directly. Your behavior showed it.”

“I don't want to fight and I don't blame you Nadir and I accept and respect your decision no matter what it is supposed to be. I know that you can't forgive me as your wife, but please understand and accept me as a human being with all his mistakes and faults. I am going to leave; I go to my mother for some time. Meanwhile, I search for a home for me and also a new job, perhaps even in another city and not here where you live..”

She was crying again, but her speaking was more controlled: “I'm so sorry I've let things slide. We had been so busy with our work and daily life that we let the main thing in our life go unattended to. And that's our love, we have neglected it. I love you and I want to live with you, but only the way it used to be, but it is not more possible. I can’t change this, the flowed water is not coming back to the river.”

She began louder to cry and weep and continued: “You deserve a lucky life and a faithful wife.”

If she had looked up then, I know she would have seen my eyes flooded with tears as I realized the shit that our marriage had become while I was too blind to see it happening in front of me. If she had looked me in the eye, then she would have known something was terribly wrong and probably I would have told her the truth, that I knew everything from the beginning and stayed there and looked at them and enjoyed their acts. Perhaps I would have talked about what I was thinking and how and what I felt while they loved each other and my paradoxes feelings, my pleasure and my pain.

But at the next moment I was not busier with “love”, but “sex” and “betrayal”.

Was the cause of her cheating and letting go the circumstance that our sex life was infrequent, so boring or so bland? I looked at her curiously. She was still crying.

I thought my wife had fallen in love with another man.

The beautiful woman I loved and trusted for so many years let another man's big cock inside her and at the same time amused herself and let him to make fun of me.

And this man could and can have her, how he liked and any time he liked.

I knew and she knew that she will give her to him when he is near.

He is her sex partner and I am just her husband, as she articulated before.

This was a fact: In the last years we had been Husband and wife times more than we'd been lovers and sex partners.

But is this not so with others? Are other people not after some months or at best some few years the same? Just husband and wife?

Consequently a strong part of me kept telling me this whole box of thought was stupid and the only fact is that “she is a cheater” and I have to put an end…

I started to speak: “I really don't know what was going through your mind as you cheated on me and let him fuck you, or what's going through it right now, perhaps you are dreaming of his big dick. I don't even know if I know you as a person anymore. One thing I do know is that you are right. There is no way in hell you and me to continue our silly living together. We have to separate our ways. Moreover, this is better for you two lovers. Then you and your asshole uncle could have more freedom and time to fuck. But one thing yet to say is that, I am who leaves this house. If somebody goes, it is me, this is your house and I have to move out, if so. By the way, I feel me not guilty even you try to give me this feeling about me to neglect our love. I think I'll scream if

I can't tell you this: what was happening or not happening in our life and with our love, gives you no right to betray me and fuck with another man. I try to be honest with you as always. You had to speak with me about your feelings and what you think because we were not only married people and lovers, but we were always friends, at least I thought so. No, you went and opened your legs for the first creature, who get an erection. No matter old or ugly, you didn't care even if he is a stranger or your own uncle, obviously for you the main thing was that he has an aroused, erect and especially big prick that fills your hungry and leaking choot…” 

I waited no more for her response.

I went into the walk in closet and grabbed a suit, and hurried upstairs. First took a shower then, took my things and went in my study room, turned on the cameras and controlled the recorder system, then I went downstairs.

She was sitting in the dining room and still crying. 

I stood shortly at the door of the dining room, looking at her and then spoke: “I am leaving Meena, I come in the next days to take what I need further. From now on you have your freedom and chance to live how you wish and fuck whom you like. And you can immediately call that asshole and invite him for the ready lunch, I am not more hungry!”

She looked up with red eyes, said nothing, just head shaking up and down and looking if in a trance. I slipped out the door without stopping for her response and left the house immediately…

I got to a famous hotel in the city. Often I was there during meetings, and they knew me. I took a big room and then get out to go walking and then I visited a movie.

I took the dinner at the hotel restaurant and then went sleeping...

Next day when at work, I quickly slipped into the usual routine. A colleague of Meena asked me if she is sick. I noticed immediately that she is not at work and confirmed it.

At noon, my mother called to ask me if I am visiting them today afternoon. They miss me and like to see me she added. I said okay, I am coming after work.

After off duty I rode to my parents. They were living now outside the city some miles away, and were very happy to see me. I enjoyed coffee and my mother's cake.

As my father was in his home workshop for some minutes, my mother asked me: “Is everything between you and Meena okay?”

“Why do you ask? Sure, we have no problems…” I replied.

“I am your mother Nadir, can take one look at your face and say if something is bothering you.”

I thought probably she knew something and said: “We had only a small discussion and disagreement about something stupid. But it is not important, it is a little thing and it's going to be okay again.”

“But certainly not before your birthday.”

She smiled looking at my face and waiting: “Why do you think so.. She called yesterday in the evening and told me to accept the handover your birthday-gift as her substitute. And today it is here, I mean the gift.”

“I don't understand. What means that?”

“She told me she is leaving to a seminar and had no time and she wants that you get it as soon as possible.”

I was astonished: ‘Okay. I take it with.’

“Now come with.”

She took me with her to their garage.

My father stood next to a second car which was covered, except own. He smiled to me and uncovered the new car. And there was it: my dream classic car. A jaguar from the year 1972. This was the type classic car which I loved for years and last week I saw this special one in British green color, in the classic car show and told my friend, Talebi, who was with me, this one could I accept as my second bride!

And now she stood there, my second bride, in all her beauty!

I was speechless. The day after our visit to car Shows, I saw Meena talking with my friend Talebi in the hospital. Now I understood what they were talking about, because they stopped as I approached. 

My mother spoke further: “Your Meena loves you too much. It is not normal to give such a car as a birthday gift, at least not in our family and friends circle. But I know, you two are not normal! It must be very expensive…" And kissed me. 

As I was examining the cockpit I saw an envelope on the steering wheel.

My father said: ‘The car arrived today early morning. Meena was here and put this letter in.’

I took the envelope and told them I have to register the car next days and I come some days later to take it.

After I left them, I stopped one mile away and opened the envelope, it was a letter, with her writing:

“My love, hello Happy birthday to you. I wanted that you get this immediately, because it is not fair that you think of me and what I have done, on your birthday. I hope you enjoy this present, even if it is from someone who hurt you and already pays for it.

I am so sorry…

Now I would like to say: Please forgive me and forget the last weeks of our life together in the name of love…

Goodbye my love

Meena…”

* * *

[Lollobionda]

'There is still a tomorrow - 16’ ...

The next hours and even the next day I was a bit confused, about her behavior.

The women are complicated! The next day at hospital, I noticed she was at work anddecided to take the recorded material afternoon before she gets home.

I called her in her department.

First I thanked for the car and added it is too much and too expensive as a birthday present and I am going to pay back, what she paid for it and without waiting for her reaction I asked if it fits that I take some personal items from the house this afternoon prior her arriving home. I wanted to take the recorded films, because the capacity limit for the filming was fortyeight hours and perhaps it was full, bedsides I was curious about recorded material!

She responded: ‘The car is expected my last gift for you and I don't accept any money for that. Apart from that, you don’t need to ask me for going into your house, Nadir. This is your home as always and as long as we are not official separated and you have a key, moreover, even then after our separation, I'll sell it and you get the half of the money. Then every one of us can buy a smaller home for himself."

“About this we have to discuss. It was your house and it remains your house. But apart from this, I ask because I don’t like to disturb you. Perhaps you have some guest and you are busy…”

“Please Nadir, speak clearly. If you mean my uncle, he was yesterday there and perhaps comes back soon. But he is not going to stay a long time… And next time when he is there, I‘ll send you a message. As I said you can come and go in your home when you like.”

I got home that afternoon. I was very curious and excited, as I heard about Mansour's visit from Meena. I dubbed the recorded and deleted the originals from the main harddisc. Now it was ready for new filming and then I left.

Meena was not still at home…

In the hotel room, I started to look at the filmed material on my notebook. I am going to narrate the scenes that are important to know about…

After I left on Wednesday, Meena sat all the time outside by the pool, up to the darkness. Sometime weeping, and sometimes just sitting there and looking at the water. 

Two times she was in the house and four times she called on the phone.

The first time she talked with her colleague about the next day and informed her, she is not going to work.

Then there was calling to my mother and her own mother.

And at last she called Mansour. It was about eight o’clock PM and he answered immediately before she spoke.

“Hi, my princess, you miss me, I suppose.” And laughed.

“Mansi, can you come tomorrow? I need you…”

“You need me? Wow, I love it to hear this from your mouth. You can’t wait, what?”

“Mansi, please stop the nonsense, can you visit me tomorrow? I am not going to work.”

Mansour responded at once: “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I have tomorrow a free day and wanted to know if you visit me.”

“Wow. Yes, my lady, sure, I‘ll be tomorrow at noon at your service. It's my pleasure my princess. It makes me so happy and proud when you demand me to come over and visit you!" 

That night while going to sleep, as Meena lay down, she looked for some minutes at my photo on her nightstand, then took it and kissed it and then turned the lights off.

I thought again; 'the women are very strange creatures!' ...

Next day up to the noon there was not much to mention on the recorded films. Only I could see that she is very depressed. She didn’t cry anymore, but she seemed aimless and uncertain and even confused with her movements and activities.

At noon time, Mansour was at the gate.

Meena was outdoors, swimming in the pool and sunbathing.

As he came in they embraced and kissed normally.

He asked about me and she said that I am working in the hospital.

As they approached to the pool he said he is going to shower and change and immediately disappeared in the guest house.

After ten minutes he came out in his new, donated swimming trunk, as always the upper half of his trunk was hidden under his massive belly!

I was waiting, a bit excited and I had somehow an accelerated heartbeat.

She was lying on the beach chair and her eyes were closed. Mansour sat on the other chair and looked at her. Then stood up and went to her and leaned over to kiss her lips. Meena opened her eyes and looked up at him. Then after a short kiss interrupted it and sat up. He tried to kiss her again and this time she let him a bit longer than the first one, but only kissing her lips.

Mansour stopped, looked at her face and said: ‘Is something wrong, princess?’

I saw his massive bulge which was somehow erected. Meena noticed it also as she looked down, and I noticed she licked shortly her upper lips and then pressed her lips together. 

Then looked at his face and murmured: ‘We go inside Mansi, we have to talk.’

Then she stood up and went inside the house. Mansour followed her into without saying a word.

As they were in the living room, she told him to sit down and went the stairs up.

I think Mansour felt that something is wrong. Today he looked like a tame dog. There was no sign of that wild alpha male whom I used to see the last weeks. He was perhaps a bit shocked of her confident behavior and was waiting for her next move.

As Meena got down again in the living room, she had changed into her jeans and had a Shirt on.

She sat opposite Mansour, looked at his eyes and said softly: "Nadir knows about us!" And with trembling voice continued: "He had left me…"

And then she couldn’t hold back and began to cry. She hid her face in her hands and wept loudly.

Mansour stood up and approached her: "How and when did he…"

“I don’t know Mansi, I don’t’ know..”

And after a short pause continued: "It is not important how and when. He knows it and this is bad, too bad..."

He tried to embrace her, but she put her hand on his naked breast and pushed him Away: “No uncle, please sit down and listen…”

Mansour went to the other side and sat again opposite her seat. 

He was red in the face and seemed to be irritated, even angry: “Let him go if he wants to. Princess, you are young and full of life. He is a melancholic type who doesn’t fit to you. You can have better…”

“Stop it Mansi, I don’t like you to speak so about him. No more, please. Nadir is the most honest and sincere human being which I met in my life and I am very happy to have him as my husband or had him at least the last ten years. You told me once that I am the most innocent person, it is not true, then among us, he is the most innocent person. I was a lucky woman to have him as my man, but now everything is made. I cheated on him and betrayed our life and marriage. I was in love with him for years and I love him yet. I couldn't live without him, he was all these years the content and center of my life. Now I have the feeling I must start to be born newly without him, but I don't know if I can…”

“But I know you Princess, I know you since your birth. You are a stable and powerful personality. You can manage it without somebody who is not worthy...”

“Yes, you are right, you know me since my birth. But what does it mean you know me? I am the child, teenager and woman who trusted you as my uncle, actually for me you were always my uncle who protected me…”

“I do it as before…”

“Let me talk, please… you blackmailed me Mansi, and then you used me, you took advantage of your position in my heart and my life… and you knew how I'll react to your expectations. You knew I am going to protect my family. Yes, you know me, I was not going to let them suffer, I was going to sacrifice me and you knew this…”

Mansour was now directly attacked and his ego didn't like this. 

He protested: “Ha, ha, ha. Wait a minute princess. A bit slower, not too fast. If somebody hears our conversation, would think our adventures were one sided and you were banged by me. You don’t like to remember what you said to me while and after our coming together. For you, they were not just simple fucking, they were lovemaking, the sex which you never had, you yourself mentioned this often. Admit it, you enjoyed it as much as me if not more…”

“Okay, you are a superman in bed and you have such an exceptional quality, and I am a woman with normal feelings and body reactions. But let me tell you, the love is love Mansi if you understand it… The qualities which you name them, are very important in life, and this is why you were and you are so keen and thrilled in my presence. Yes, you are right. You gave one to me unknown sexual pleasure. But my behavior at those instances had other causes. Other than what you are so proud of it, your big dick. There were other and more important reasons for me to behave so. We, me and Nadir, were in the last time a bit grew apart, especially Nadir. My mistake was that I didn’t try to take some steps to reduce the distance between us. He was and is too busy and so came the spacing between us. I knew he loved me and I love him and I thought this would be soon okay again. And then you came… But in spite of that, if I was twenty again and I had the opportunity to choose between any other one and Nadir, I would choose him instantly without any doubt..”

“Certainly, if I was younger you had decided differently.”

“No Mansi, for sure not. First the age difference is overrated, at least for me this is not so important. Second, you have to accept and respect that I love him. And yet, to reveal a secret which nobody knows about it, not even Nadir, I love him since I was nine years old girl and he was a fourteen year old slim boy! As I saw him for the first time, I promised myself to make him mine, my man and my husband and my partner for the rest of my life. He is simply the only man who touched my mind and my soul, and even now when I think about him, he does it! You remember the day at sea in your house when he was going to leave. And I left with him? It was me and not him who wanted to ride back home with. Nadir even insisted that I stay and enjoy my holidays. But you know what? I couldn't imagine being without him even for some days. The thought of it was not bearable for me and now... I don’t want you to be jealous, I am speaking with you now as my uncle whom I am telling my secrets and open my heart towards him..”

Mansour seemed now a little relaxed. I waited him to be angry, but no, it was not the case.

 Perhaps he was thinking this a temporary phase and Meena is under separation shock and this goes by!

He interrupted Meena: “But you have to give us some time, if as you claim the age makes no difference…”

“Mansi I can’t love somebody else when I love him! We had in the last years, perhaps not an extreme exciting sexual life. When I compare it with you and me, it was perhaps never so hot! But instead I had him…” And she began to cry again.

Mansour looked puzzled as she wept for some minutes, then said nothing but: “He is a fool. I could kill him, he makes you so much suffer…”

She looked up at him with tearful eyes, smiled and said: “If I am suffering, it is only because I am a fool and not him. Besides, if you wanted to kill him because I suffer, you had to do this years ago as I was nine and he was just fourteen, I mean when I started to love him. Where the love is, there is suffer and pain also. But for this last chapter of my life I am responsible. It was my life and I had to react correctly, but unfortunately I made a misstep. This is the outcome of my mistake and no other is guilty. I hurt him seriously and I think the wound in his heart would never cure. It is the same for me…”

Then she stood up, went to him and hugged him. I could hear her weeping voice.

“Mansi, I want you to leave, I wanted that you know all this. I love you as I loved you before this all began, you are and remain my uncle Mansi. But I need time for me. I need my loneliness now. I call you later. Excuse me…”

“I love you too my princess. This makes me so sad to see you in this condition. I leave now as you wish, but never forget I stand there for you, no matter what you need or when you need something, you know that already you can count on me and you can trust me. One more thing, you'll get sick, don't think much and forget the past. You have a future...”

“Mansi, I can’t help it. Perhaps I am already sick, but indeed it is known: there is no cure for love..”

They kissed a normal goodbye kiss and he left. That was it…

  I sat there in the hotel room. My first thought was that Meena had decided for a clear direction. She had viewed her location, where she stands and her condition there, in this location.

Her this act to buy me a car, for her an expensive waste of money, but for me a very precious matter, showed that she cares about me and her love for me.

This was not sure a bribery act, and not even an act due to a guilty conscience.

After I left, she saw the bitter reality in face to face. She recognized that she could not play in two leagues. Anyway, not with me, as main player in one of the games.

And her disappointment and the shock that I am not more there and she lost me, was so great, that she decided not to play at all, at least currently!

Apart from this I thought further: Nobody can understand the women!

We as men, think and act plainly, elementary and linearly and our emotions are simple and linear too, but the women...

Meena was for me at that moment a question mark! A complicated case!

Regarding Mansour, she didn't send him away! She acted very smart. I knew always that she is a clever woman.

And after her this move, now she is the person who dictates the next rule of the game, but how far? Is Mansour going to accept it, at this moment it seems he accepts it, she is the operator, but how long? And most important: what is my role in this piece? I am not out, this is sure!

At the next moment I tried to look deeper, at my feelings and thoughts over the situation. I was a bit upset and perhaps sad, but at the same time happy, also a complicated issue!

I am not going to be sentimental, not more, but I am emotionally satisfied, I thought...

And then came the truth over actual situation: This all was my mistake too. If she is really suffering, it is because I hadn’t reacted correctly. I had to intervene when I knew I am not sure if I accept or if I stand the happenings between them two and its consequences and I do not have enough tolerance for what was coming next.

I was there all the time and I let it happen and go on, to boot, with pleasure...

Embarrassing is that even at this moment, as I sat there, in the deepest corners of my perverse subconscious, I was hoping to see some sexual action between them two on my monitor! I didn't know what I am going to do, not yet, but anyway, I had to consider this point. I was the one who wanted it to happen! I was relaxed and very tired. I lay on the bed and before I could start to think what to do, I slept.

When I woke up it was late. I had slept four hours and it was dark outside. But inside me there was a light. Everything was clear: The condition and the things how they were, all were my productions! I am who directed this all.

Everything happened because I wanted it to happen so, how it happened!

Mansour is an older man who got an opportunity to have the woman whom he idolizes all his life, physically and emotionally.

He loved her since she was a child and later she had an extreme sexual attraction and magnetism radiated, which charmed him. He used the possibility which was there to possess her. Meena was a young wife who had some not even for her known inner and intrinsic inclinations and a very strong sexual and emotional feeling which came out and were discovered as Mansour tried his luck with her.

But I was who made all this possible. I could stop that from the first moment.

The night as he told her about her father and the illegal activities of the three friends in their company, the incidence between two, Meena and Mansour, started and I was there.

I wanted this to happen as it happened. Actually, they both were only the actors of my movie! The moment As I saw everything so clear before my eyes, was a moment of victory for me and I thought this is my game and I am who could decide if and how is continues. And I decided!

I decided to call her and I did it instantly. I told her I am arriving in half an hour to take some personal items which I forgot earlier.

She answered it is okay.

“But I want not to disturb, if you have a guest!” I teased.

“If you mean Mansi, no, he was not here today, yesterday he was here for a short visit and then left you can come and I can go away for some time if you wish not to see me.”

“No, not necessary. As a matter of fact, I want to talk to you if you don't mind and you have time.”

“Sure I have time for you, Nadir. Then I have one wish if you accept. I'd like to prepare dinner for you for the last time, I want to cook your favorite supper.”

“Thank you Meena, I am in half an hour there…”

* * *

[jamanuram]

Waiting bro

[Lollobionda]

‘A New Beginning - 17' …

As I got home, it was about nine o'clock. Normally at this time we had already our dinner and relaxing down for a night's rest.

Meena was calm, but her eyes told me she had cried more. She asked if I like to drink some lemonade.

“Only water, please.”

“No lemonade? You are changed since I saw you last time.” And smiled weakly.

“It is a long time, isn't it?” I laughed back.

She looked at my eyes and said: “Do you feel better? I myself feel terrible when I think and realize what I have done. Often I have the feeling that this was a bad dream.”

“But it was not a dream and you did it because you wanted to do it. Mansour is your uncle and as you say he needed it and you gave him what he needed.”

“Please Nadir, do not try to open this theme again.” She stood up to go into the kitchen.

“Do you want to solve the problem?” I asked.

She stopped at the door of the kitchen, turned toward me and asked: “What do you mean?”

I looked at her face and said: ‘If you like to continue our life together…’

“Are you serious, really?”

Her voice was trembling and she was curiously excited. She came back to me and stood directly in front of me and continued: “I’ll give everything for that to return to the days before all this.”

“Sit down Meena...”

“I bring you a glass of water…” And she hurried into the kitchen.

I looked at her from back and thought: ‘this is my girl!’ A little bit changed, more confident in her behavior, but still ‘My Girl’. The female part of my wholeness and unity.

I took off my sports jacket and lay back on the couch as Meena came back with the glass of water and handed it to me.

She looked so cute, I couldn't restrain me from admiring her. She sat in front of me and looked at my face, waiting.

I looked in her eyes and said slowly and quietly: “If I don’t stay with you, it is not because I don’t love you, in contrary; I do love you and this is why I can’t stay with you in this situation… It was not right to have secrets from me or to lie to me. Not only I had the feeling that you are betraying and cheating on our love but you offended my Intelligence and this made me so mad.”

Meena began to cry: “You know I need you, I try, I try by God to not break, but everybody sees it, I need you here, by me.. Do you think that you can try to continue our life together, I mean if you hate me…”

My heart broke to see my pretty wife, Meena, this unhappiness, but there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. 

I had to continue: “I don’t hate you Meena, this is not the point. In every one’s life comes a time when no matter how much he tries, he can no longer pretend not to know or not to see that his wife does have needs and desires which are not believable or acceptable for him. There comes a time when everybody must accept the fact, no matter how shocking it may be at the time. Actually, how shocking those needs for somebody are, he has to accept them. I am not speaking about Mansour, but about you. This is our situation here, I noticed something about your needs, in ways that I would never have dreamed. I understand, I have to accept and even respect your needs, but this is not the point...”

She tried to change the subject: “Okay, can you forgive me, I think this is absolutely necessary if we try a new beginning. You loved me once, enough to marry me, perhaps we can try one last time. Now that you understand my behavior, I think I can change me, I can do this with your help…”

She pleaded, looking into my eyes for any sign of mercy there.

“I don’t know, I have to know everything, from the start.”

“There was no start Nadir, everything came abruptly and without planning…” She said pleadingly.

“There is always a start, even when not planned. Actually, I need to interview you to be sure. You have to tell me the truth, then I can judge if I can live with that, I know it will be really embarrassing for you, but otherwise there is no chance…”

“Okay, okay, you know I am never lying to you. You can ask what you have to know. You can ask me anything Nadir.”

I emptied the glass and she asked: ‘Do you need more?’

‘No, thanks, I am good.’ I responded.

Then I put the empty glass on the coffee table and looked at her face and said: “I am going to ask, Meena. First, I have to know how it began, Tell me everything.”

Meena gulped and looked down at her hands and told about Mansour’s demanding style, pleading and persisting, emphasizing on his needs, mental and physical and her empathy and the effect of alcohol on her and so on. But never the thing with blackmailing and the story of her father…

I was sure if I ask directly about it, she is going to tell me the truth, but she was sacrificing herself yet for her family!

I said: ‘You must have been giving him all the wrong signals at the beginning.’

Meena responded quickly: "No, I am not; he is the one who came on to me. Nadir, I owe you an explanation, yet, I think. I am not going to just ignore it. Pretend it didn't happen. As I said he came to me. I knew exactly what he was doing but that wasn't the problem. The problem was I wasn't at all sure if I wanted him to do it or not. Maybe that's not quite honest. The problem was really that I kind of, did want him to do it. And I don't know why. I knew it was supposed to be wrong and horrible. And that confused me. And scared me. I knew that if you detect it, you would never understand or forgive me, and our marriage would be over for sure, I thought often and shuddered about it. I knew exactly what I should do. What you would have wanted me to do. I should jump up, tell him to leave me alone and not come near me. I should even run outside and scream. But I wasn't going to do that. I knew that already. No matter what, I wasn't going to do that. My rational side was under no illusions that what I was doing with my uncle was wrong. How often I said to myself, 'I love Nadir, my husband, and I don't want to hurt him.' But then thought about Mansi, and our time together and it was enough to cause my body to react with longing for him and my whole body became suddenly hot, and then I was too far gone to care. I had the feeling that the acknowledgement that I have a secret sexual relationship with my own, old and ugly uncle, was somehow driving me to new heights of sexual ecstasy. I was disgusted with myself, but the additional guilt and shame only stoked the fires more. I needed to be punished, I thought often, for what I had done. Perhaps to bear his aggressive behavior and rough sex and how he took me with my eager obedience, was due to this feeling of punishment that I needed and I wanted. It would have been wickedly exciting for me like every other female to have been so near to any strange man, but the fact that it was my uncle doing this to me made it ten times more thrilling. There was no doubt in my mind that there was something deeply immoral about that. So, thank you that you let me say, what I needed to say. The complete and pure truth. Now I'll answer any question. Anything. Then, you can decide…”

Then she took a deep breath and stopped talking...

I just looked at her.

As she felt that I am waiting yet, she continued: “I'm sorry, Nadir. I shouldn't have done that. Letting him do that, and to continue it. Your first question could be why I let him at all, to start it? I don’t know why! Perhaps I did it because I wasn't thinking I was too shocked at first. I don’t know. Then after that first time, I couldn't help thinking. I couldn't help wondering. Why didn’t I stop him? I didn't know. I just knew I wanted him to do it again. It wasn't right but I couldn’t help...”

Now she was looking straight at me, her eyes intense and honest. Much more like the eyes I knew and loved.

Meena stopped again and took another two breaths. She seemed to be thinking hard about something; “No, I promised myself I'd be honest. You deserve that. And more…”

More breaths...

I began: “I know the people cheat, because it feels so good. And it's fun, but to explain it this way is not enough. Well, kinda. I know sex isn't wrong. But how and when and who it's with, can be wrong. Lots of things can be wrong if they're done in the wrong way, or the wrong place, or with the wrong people. But they can be right otherwise. Sex is wrong when someone is forced into it, or tricked into it, or doesn't understand what they're getting into, or when it's used as a way to try and control or manipulate someone. It seemed to me, you were forced to submit. But you told me you were not forced.” 

I paused some moments for her reaction or response but Meena blushed only. 

Then I continued: “Okay. I accept it, he did not all this and you were not manipulated, or forced or tricked into it. Is it not so?”

Meena said nothing, but only nodded with her head.

I went on: “Then what remains are two points. First; I believe, you cheated because he gave you a complete sexual satisfaction, more than our best times, isn’t it? And second: how is it now when you think about what happened and about him? Now if he was here and wanted to have you, would or could you resist against his will to fuck you? Give me an answer Meena, an honest answer!...”

There was a silent moment. 

Then Meena stood up, went into the kitchen. I could hear her getting a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water from the tap. I could hear her drink it down, all in one big gulp. Then I couldn't hear anything for a minute.

I wonder what she was doing.

Then she was back in the living room, standing in front of the kitchen door and without looking at me said: “Let me first cook for dinner, after that we can talk further.”

We were again at that point. She could tell me simply about the blackmailing and forcing at least at the beginning of their affair, to free herself.

But no, she preferred to hide this secret from me. On the other side, she wanted not to give me some lie as an answer.

I stood up and aware of her eyes on me, said forcefully: “I am leaving Meena and I don’t come back.”

Meena began weeping again and sighed: “I am trying by God, I am trying Nadir! Give me a little time. If you want to say anything, I promise to listen. If you want to ask me anything, I promise I'll answer fully. I promise. And then you will have a decision to make. One I forced you into. Which is why what I did is so wrong, here and now I say it thousands times. You'll have to decide what to do. And you should say, what comes next. Just give me a bit time..”

I didn't care. In fact, that was not what I wanted and planned. I had decided already what come next. 

I looked at her and said: “No. You know, most bothered me that you have secrets from me. It hurt worst. And now I have some more questions, and you are trying not to respond to them. I need your honesty and you have to be honest, if not we are going separate ways, I am sorry.”

“Okay, I promise, sit down, please.”

She was now more calm and relaxed...

 

As I sat down, she looked at my eyes and slowly said: ‘Yes!’

“What means ‘Yes’ Meena?”

“He gave me complete sexual satisfaction…”

“More than me?”

“Yes, more than you…”

“How is he? I mean on the bed? I can imagine he has a monster cuck…”

“Yes, he has a big cuck, and if it interests you, his cuck is beautiful. But size and form isn't as important as how you use it...” She said, but I could see she was thinking about it and was somehow excited.

Then she continued: “Besides, your six inches are plenty enough for me...”

“Then, if not the size and form, what did you so eagerly about him all the time, how was this, what you amphasize as -he used to use it-?!”

Meena breathed in deeply as if trying to gather the courage to talk about this theme and then said: “The way he did it made me to want it to do, what I did. Nadir, I did that because I wanted to. Because I find him almost irresistible. Because I was...”

She paused for a long beat. “.... Horny. He made me horny!”

Her eyes moved away from mine guiltily. Then back again: “You know, every time he was around, I was turned on and sexy. I apologized already for my behavior and this is also not an excuse. This is just an explanation. I don't have an excuse. As I said, I don’t know why, but I was horny when he was around and I wanted him to take me all time.”

Again a pause...

“You're allowed to be mad, for ever mad at me, and hate me. You're allowed to feel however you feel, and I understand you. But I must admit this, I am honest, Nadir, I swear. I was horny all the time when he was there and I wished and demanded him, deeply in my inward, to use me. I confess this and I emphasize this, even if that didn't give me the right to behave like that. Is this enough explanation? Are you satisfied?”

“I try to understand you Meena. Now tell me how is he in bed?”

“He is a complete macho. What else I can say? He acts as if I am, as a woman, beneath him, but never says it openly. I'd never considered the possibility of having an affair, Nadir, I was always faithful. I didn't want to lose my love and husband, but then with him I felt, I did need some good hot sex, the things he gave me. Our sex life had always been normal, even if I had very often no orgasms. But after the first time with him, I had the feeling that I needed something else, something which he gave me. You see, I know now that I have this submissive side to my personality which was always there, but I didn't know about it, and his dominant type and his aggressiveness revealed my this hidden side..”

"Keep telling. I know you have started to put on skirts."

"Yes for him."

"And you shaved your pussy for him.

"Yes. I did it, I did it because he asked me to do."

“Even while I was there to fuck with, you preferred to masturbate while thinking about him and screaming his name under the shower..”

Meena was surprised to hear this. At first she looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. 

But then after a short moment she simply nodded and said: “Please, this is hard enough to speak about. As I was in the bathroom, I thought about him and his trying to seduce me and I was very excited and so I just put my hand down between my legs and began to, you know, play with myself...”

“I don’t blame you Meena. Pleasuring yourself is a special treat that not only you, but everyone will always want to enjoy, even when one has a husband or wife. No one understands how to make you feel as good as you can make yourself feel!”

Meena smiled shortly and was after my interpretation a bit relaxed, and then went on: “You know, every time when he was there alone with me, I was very submissive and I needed his dominance. I needed to be under his control.”

“I know Meena. As I saw you both while loving each other, I saw the look on your face. It was one of total submission and the glow and the look of lust on your face was exciting. First, I must clarify this point. Due to your involvement and overtaxing of the incidents of last weeks and days, perhaps you yourself don’t understand your behavior and your body reaction and its responses. I am sure that you are not his slave. You are not a slave type. You are only a submissive wife, who serves by choosing to do so each time, but retains her will. A slave initially makes a choice to obey her Master at all times and then submits to the will of her Master at all times. A submissive accepts submission, while a slave accepts obedience. In my opinion, a submissive retains freedom of choice and a slave gives her freedom of choice to her Master. Right?”

Meena took a long moment to absorb what I am talking about. She was looking all time in my face, open-mouthed...

I repeated: "What do you think? Is this right?"

“I don’t know Nadir.”

She sat there and as if I am her psychiatrist to manage her problems, continued: “I thought all this time since it began, that this is my most humiliating sexual experience ever, but I couldn’t do anything about it and my sexual demands. Mansi's behavior simply satisfied me.”

“But why not with me, why while those long years we had not such a relationship?”

Meena was a little embarrassed, nevertheless she responded to my question immediately, as if she had thought about it already and found an answer anyway.

“I guess my shyness and troubles I had with sexual thoughts has hindered our sexual life a bit. To be truthful, as you know, I rarely, if ever, had an orgasm when we made love and as I noticed that this bothers you, I told you it is not important for me to orgasm, but sometimes after you rolled over and went to sleep, I masturbated in order to finish off not that I blamed or blame you the fault is pretty much mine for being too reluctant to tell you what I really wanted. Occasionally, when you would suggest that we try something different, like oral sex or me dressing sexy, I calmed up and usually indicated by my body language that I don't want to discuss it. You are very gentle and would never force these things on me, but sometimes I just wish that you would -useme and treat me a little rougher. But just my own uncle, Mansi was who initiated it and I must confess he is so as I wished you to be, he is not a beautiful or young guy, but ugly and old. Nevertheless, I could feel my panties getting damp just from his touch. I knew that this was not what a married woman should be doing, but 

I couldn’t stop my feelings. I'd often changed my panties twice after having soaked them through and through just thinking about what might happen when he got here. I hadn't realized I could actually produce so much cunt juice!...”

I had an erection after so much thinking and talking about their sexual encounter, especially after hearing what Meena told me so open and clear about her submission to Mansour and his power over her sexual feelings.

Automatically I tried to change and replace my growing bulge in my tight jeans.

I realized my hard-on would be completely obvious poking up under my jeans.

Meena noticed this, her eyes were wide with a kind of questioning, confusion and astonishment. She looked down at my groin for a quick second then back up at my face. 

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out at first, then she said: “It is strange, we speak about my betrayal, you are angry and in the next moment you have an erection, what's up Nadir? What means this?”

I didn’t respond directly. I thought this was ultimately the Moment I waited for, and then I thought I have to speak now or never...

I began: “Meena, listens carefully. When I accidentally discovered you two alone, while lovemaking, I totally engulfed in watching your uncle takes you. I saw him lying on top of you with his arms wrapped around yours and your legs wrapped around him. I saw when you screamed and continued to buck trying to get more of his cock into you. I saw you began to have a continuous orgasm, one which I didn’t know you can have so one. You had never such an orgasm with me. I looked at your face and thought to myself, for sure, you could feel the squirts of his cum as it fills your cunt. I saw in your face the moment as his hot cum shooting in your body and I saw in your eyes that you didn't want it to stop. 'And I didn't want it to stop either!' You remained in this position for long minutes and I could see your unbelievable continuous orgasm goes on and on. I didn't want that your orgasm to stop either! Yes, my dear, I saw you and I came and came as you both orgasmed! I needed to cum and I exploded in my own fist…”

I could see, Meena was completely confused...

“You are kidding me Nadir!”

“No my dear, I'm not, and you know I am not. You know me and you know when I'm kidding..”

“I don't believe what you try to say, you can’t be serious, really it excited you to see me and Mansi? I thought you loved me…”

“Didn’t you love me as you slept with him?”

“I loved you and I love you all time, forever…”

“Then you have to accept that this has nothing to do with the love. I love you, it is true. But at the same time, it amused me and I enjoyed when I saw you two fucking...”

She was looking at me open -mouthed and with wide eyes...

“Oh.. you for real Nadir?”

“Yes, I am Meena. If you can't believe it do it and you will see! It isn't weird or pervy the way I feel... Even when I see a dog is breeding his bitch, I became a hard on, because I have a normal and healthy sexual feeling. The nature does it. It is sex and the sex should be and is exciting. It stimulates and excites me to watch another man is so thrilled about your beauty and keen about your body, to see how eager is he to touch you, to kiss you and to love you. Sometimes I just wanked off as I thought about you two fucking, I did it, you know. I had an erection and my balls were to explode. What I would have done otherwise? My wife didn't care about me. She was fucking with her uncle and I had never tried with a whore and I didn't have an affair with some other slut. What I would have done except to look for a corner to take my dick out and masturbate silly? I could feel my dick getting harder and harder with all this talk about this theme…”

“Oh.. I... well... ah... umm..." I had... She stopped, as if not able to find words.

Suddenly she stood up and came to me, leaned forward and hugged me tightly. Then she went on her knees in front of me.

I continued in her ear, whispering: “I know and understand now I have a thing about you with another guy. I feel excited when I notice another one checks you out and so on. But as long as I know and feel you are always mine, it does no matter how much this goes on. You know, I searched and found surprisingly tonnes of material on the internet about such a tilt. I mean this is perhaps even a normal feeling. I as a man enjoy seeing and feel that a special woman, which is admired by others, belongs to me. It thrills me much to show others, the beautiful creature, who loves me and just me, and present them what she can!”

“But, what... what are we going to do Nadir? I am a little confused. You really want to see me have sex with others, don't you?”

I didn't respond for some moments. I was now completely erect.--

 

Meena noticed it, she giggled and while looking at my bulge, said seductively: “I like to take it out, I miss it...”

“Wait a minute, Meena. You have still a question to answer!”

“What? Which one?..” Meena asked, impatient.

My second question was: “How do you feel now, when you think about what happened and about him? And how would you react, if he was here and wanted to love you, would you resist against his will to have you?”

Meena kissed me on my lips and said: “Okay, let me see...” 

And after a very short pause went on: “Yes. I would and I could resist. No, I mean, I would go along with whatever you want me to do. So: what is it you wanted? Do you want me to give myself to him again?”

I paused one moment and then said: “First, you have the choice. What you want to do and with whom do you want to do something, matters. Second, for me, it is not important who your partner is, Meena. I know you like a guy who takes control of a situation and just grabs whatever he wants, it is okay with me. For me every one whom you like, is welcome to reach out and grab you where ever he wanted and take you how he likes, and you are free to let the other guys have fun with you. You did this already without my permission. I am not going to choose some lover for you, my dear. You choose and decide what you do and with whom. But now comes my share! I am going to have just an eye on you and what you are doing. I do not suggest anything. But I am the person, who has a veto right over anything! Actually, I am the one who has right to decide what is allowed and what not! You have not to explain anything, even you are not allowed to tell me something about your sexual activities, as long as you are not asked. I am going to be informed by you, when I want to be informed. When you need help regarding problems with your lover or lovers, it is okay to speak about it and get the help. But otherwise you are not allowed to tell me anything. On the other hand, you have to inform me even about details, if I want to know about. Now, you see, you have a decision to make, not me. One you forced yourself into! You'll have to decide what to do, Meena. Yes, you have to make a decision because you did something wrong. And you should say, what comes next and how our future like, and not me looks! But don't forget, whatever you decide, is obligated and there is no comeback. Do you understand me, my lovely cheating princess? You don’t need to apologize or try to find some excuse for your behavior. And now about the old Mansour; Your fat, ugly and disgusting uncle. Despite his giant or beautiful dick as you formulate, and his enchanting style fucking, he is too insignificant and unimportant to make me take revenge. He can’t bother me at all, even if he had intended to do so. He can come in my house, you can let him fuck you if you want, or he can disappear, I do not care. But I don’t accept when you allow somebody else who you are fucking with, to make me ridiculous and foolish. I do not allow that someone who you fuck with makes fun of me. One you need to know, before you inform me about your decision. The type of our relation from today on, and what

I demand, has not to do with revenge. I need just to have a control over my life, over my love and over my property. Yes, my lovely wife, I consider you as my property! Now you can order me to go out from your house and to go away from your life, and I will disappear for always, or you can say please stay and I will stay, but just under my conditions…”

I pronounce all this in a brief and concise set: “Meena, if you demand me to stay with you, I am going to be your Master, in the strict sense! You will be not my slave, but my property, at every given moment…”

Then, before she starts to respond, I stood up and went into the bathroom. I wanted to give her just a short puzzle time. I knew this is not an easy decision for her. But as I came back, she was sitting there completely relaxed. 

She looked in my eyes as I sit down and before I say something, she whispered: “I want you to stay Nadir, please, I accept everything.”

“Are you sure, Meena?”

“I trust you, Nadir. But can I ask something, please?” Meena was getting herself in her new role!

“Perhaps you have your answer here: Yes! I love you Meena, not less than yesterday or less than before three months or three years! And no! I am not going to give you any information about my resources and the ways of my control and eventual detections. You never hear about it from me. Is there any other question?”

“No!”

“Okay, I leave for the hotel to get my suitcase. When I come back, I am going to take you, be ready!”

“Yes, my Master!”....

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[jamanuram]

Hello please update

[Lollobionda]

’Better than those days! - 18’ …

The next day we decided to go out for dinner.

It was a pleasant time, a very nice and relaxing evening, like the old days.

We returned home from our dinner and in the last minute decided to see a late movie.

I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, while Meena went upstairs to change into something a little more comfortable. Just when I thought I could fall asleep, I heard Meena making her way down the steps and into the living room. She came back in jeans on as always at home.

She had splashed on a few of my favorite perfume. 

Meena made her way over to where I was sitting and sat down on my lap wrapping her arms around me and giving me a big kiss, asked: ‘Do you like to drink or eat something?’

“I like to drink a glass of wine and then eat you!”

“Me?!”

“Yes, my dear, I'd like to eat you. Or perhaps you would like somebody else to eat you out?”

She teased: ‘Okay, let me see. I prefer you to eat me and at the same time I would like to eat and suck... mmmmm... mmm... who do you like me to?’

“Are there so many?”

She giggled and whispered in my ear: ‘Yesss...’

“Who for example?”

“Okay, first is my uncle Mansi there, then comes your uncle Said, uncle Iljaz, uncle Saleh and there is also my car mechanic and... oh, yes, the new young assistant in our department...”

- Do I know him?

- No, I don't think, but for sure he likes me and has an eye on me...

- Okay, now it is going to be interesting, did he say or done something?

- A woman can feel this, you silly, he doesn't need to say, I read this in his eyes.

- And you look in his eyes so deeply?

- Not intentionally!

- But, still?!

'He is attractive.’ She giggled

I had a hard on and I was sure, she feels it under her thighs. 

I said: ‘Now I am curious! How old is he?’

- I am not sure, but maybe thirty or so.

- The right age!

- For what?

- You know, you are the same age, it fits!

She looked in my eyes and a bit blushed said: ‘You have a dirty mind!’

- Why did you mention him if you have not a dirty mind also?

- You are so bad.

And kissed me on the lips. 

- Ok. we leave him alone just for now I have to meet him ok?

- As you wish, my lord!

- Then for now and here, I can pretend that I am your uncle and let you have mined to play...

- It will be very kind of you!

She whispered in my ear, and then after a short pause continued: “Can I ask you a question?”

- What?

- Did you really dream sometimes from me being with him?

- Sure I did, I do even now!

It was a game, and she knew this...

- Do you masturbate while you are dreaming?

- You are so curious, does it excites you to know if I do?

- Yes, it makes me sexy and hot when I imagine you stood there and masturbated as he and I... you know...

- Yes, I masturbate thinking about you two-

- Wow, my baby.

 

My cock jerked again.--

Meena felt it sure and continued, seductively: ‘Will you stroke yourself as my uncle Mansi grope and tease me until I beg him to take me?’

- Yes, my little cheating slut...

- Are you going to watch as he inserts his cock into my body and use my pussy, my little Lord?

- Yes, I'll watch you hidden as you give him your pussy,

- And you want him to fuck me through an orgasm.

'Yes, my dear, I'm going to watch him use you any way he wants. To take you like his own woman, and I will enjoy his every abuse of you...’ I added.

“You enjoy playing the uncle's bitch, my little slut, don't you?” I asked her with a wicked smile.

‘Yes, my lord, at least as much as you enjoyed watching him take me!’ Meena replied.

‘You will never again fuck another man without my consent, do you understand me my princess?’ I commanded.

‘Yes, my Lord, and I'm truly sorry for my untrustworthy infidelity against you, I won't let Nadir fuck me again!’

She whimpered and giggled...

'As a reward, you can have a wish, what do you want?'

‘I want you to take me Mansi, I want you to fuck your princess and leave your hot seed deep in her cunt my uncle!’ Meena spoke.

My prick jerked, obviously she felt it...

'Is my uncle excited?'

'Don't you feel it princess?'

'Oh, I feel it though. I love it, I love you...'

'I love you too...'

“But I am just Nadir's slut, you have to behave dear uncle..” 

She kissed me again, this time her tongue had found it’s way in my mouth. 

My erection was not to hide. Our conversation was too hot and erotic for my perverse thoughts.

Now Meena knew exactly what turned me on the most and tried very hard to please me. She was now playing the game.

I reached around to unclasp her brassier and tossed it over on the floor.

'Do you want me to be your slut Mansi?'

'Yes, you are my slut princess.'

'Do you want to fuck your slut uncle?'

'Yes, yes.'

“Then wait a minute uncle...” She hurried to the stairs up. 

After some minute she came back with her necklae on and a very short, tight skirt...

“Here is my princess!” I said.

And what she replied to me, smiling, showed me how horny she is, 

“Your slut is here for her fuck!”

I got up and as we walked towards each other.

I said: ‘All right, my slutty princess, come here…’

We embraced and tore into one another, tongue kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies.

It was at that point that I realized, from the hungriness of my wife's kisses, that her affair with her uncle was going to flourish newly if I allowed her, into a long term thing...

Since yesterday, from that moment as I accepted and showed my understanding of her feelings and needs, not only didn't she appear to have any guilt, but by her spoken word, her hot, hungry kisses and her lewd body movements grinding up against me, my Meena was changed...

She could behave like a whore, if I let her or at least demand her to do as one.

I wanted her to act free as she likes, and then decide. I was not going to limit her, at least not obviously.

Apart from this, it was for me very exciting too. I could not leave this game, even though dangerous, it tickled my nerves and somehow satisfied my perverse Feelings.

I wanted to play the game! I knew now, that she knows how this all, excites me, and she was playing with. Or was this for her just playing the game? I was not sure at the time.

For the next two hours we fucked and sucked in total abandon and sexual bliss.

We were going at it like two wild animals.

I could also tell that my wife was giving herself totally to me, not it is not true. Meena was giving herself to him. To her uncle Mansi, one times more...

Now, in this night with me, her fuck was much more intense than it had been even the days and weeks before, with him. To boot she had no sense of guilt towards me. Meena was really getting into the fuck, as she opened up the throttle and let loose and didn't hold anything back. With me she had not the slightest apprehensions which she had before, there was now none, she was in the fuck scene.

I realized then that I had a super hot wife on my hands. It was then that I decided, I could not only total control my wife Meena and make her do anything I wanted, but make her into a total slut fantasy woman, too.

She was ready for action, fuck action.

As I felt my orgasm coming up while fucking her, I thought to myself: 'God this woman is hot...' 

I wanted to hold out until Meena had a chance to cum herself.

I screamed: "Cum for me my princess, cum for your big dicked uncle my lovely princess."

This didn't take long as I felt Meena starts to shake her whole body above me. 

She leaned back as I held her hands in mine. I kept her from falling off me as she reached her orgasm screaming: “Take me, my uncle, fuck me with your big dick, I am your bitch, give it to me... Ahhh...”

How good it felt me to keep screwing her as she came. Her orgasm seemed to last about a minute when I felt her shake again as she was having a second one in a row for the first time with me… This in turn caused me to release my load deep inside my wife's choot. I gave out at least six good spurts of cum all hitting her cervix each time.

Meena's pussy started to grip me again as if to squeeze every last drop of cum from my shaft...

 

Meena slowly leaned forward as I put my arms around my wife telling her: “I love you my sweet Meena!”

“I love you my strong Nadir!”

I could feel cum oozing out from around my shrinking shaft as it slowly slipped out of my wife's choot with a trail of cum behind it...

Some minutes there was sailinece in the room. At last I couldn't restrain myself and asked, abruptly: "Have you a plan for Friday?"

Meena looked questioning in my eyes and said: "What do you mean? What kind of plan?"

“I mean with your uncle?”

She laughed and said seductively: "What do you think about it?"

“Are you going to visit him alone?!”

“I will decide only after reading your wishes in your eyes! This is your desire and your command, I must behave as you wish and your will, I have to read in your eyes! Right? Isn't it so, my strong husband?" She said and giggled teasingly.

Then continued: "Let me clean up, and then I bring your wine glass my lord!’…

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[jamanuram]

great update, looking forward for more

[Lollobionda]

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What do you think, should I continue posting the remaining chapters or stop it ?

Please let me know your decision.

Lollobionda