[Salir]

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Salir

[Salir]

Hot Dog & Ice Age – 6 (II)


Nadir’s Narration:

I went to the car in a state almost like a sleep. I just sat in the car for half an hour and tried 

to think.

What am I supposed to do? What should I do? What can I do to save myself and my life? 

get my life back in order? should I break up with her? the person who fucked Shahin is

not my Meena. she is no longer mine... I don't know this woman.

I had to talk to Meena. I had to get to know her, to know this woman, and then I could finally 

get rid of her. I could only save myself. I have to talk to her and ask her questions and 

hear her answers before I perish. 

When I got home it was still quite light and warm outside. A beautiful late summer evening. 

Meena was reading at pond. She was in a bikini and when she saw me she just looked at 

me briefly and said hello and asked if I wanted something to eat. I just replied, "No, 

thank you, I'm not hungry." She said, "Okay," and then continued reading. 

I watched her for a few minutes without saying anything. Meena stood up, took her 

empty glass and asked if I wanted a lemonade, she got one, I replied yes, but a 

beer please. She looked at me a little surprised and moved on. Normally at that time 

I never drank a beer,

I followed her as she walked towards the house, her beautiful bikini clad ass swaying 

seductively as she walked. I was entranced by her rhythmically bouncing butt cheeks. 

This is the ass that Shahin was talking and admiringn about and he less than 24 hours 

ago was having fun with, caresing it, kissng it and licking it. Thes buttocks and this hot 

ass doesn't belong to me anymore, what could I even do with? In my handicapped state?

When Meena came back and after handing me my beer sat down again, she asked, 

"How was the meeting with your friend?".

I replied, "We need to talk Meena, right now..."

Meena looked in my direction and said, "I was just about to say that, but I have to tell 

you something before you start,".

"Just one question and then you can tell me what you want to tell.“, I said. 

She looked at me and only moves the head to yes.  

" Do you still love me? do you love me at all?" I said calmly.

"I love my Nadir, and if you are still my Nadir, which I hope, then I love you more than 

anything in the world." Meean replied, sadly, and after a short pause she looked at the pond 

surface and continued, „Now I tell a story and you should pay attention and judge and decide

... I am at the end of my strength and I can't continue this anymore,“.

Meena was quiet for a moment. I waited and followed her eyes to the pond.

“ Nadir, I think I know who you met today, I mean I know your friend and I assume he told 

you about himself and me, and our adventure, yesterday. I know that you asked him to do it.

As you know, I was with him yesterday at a tennis match and then at his house. I drank a 

glass or two of wine with him and I'm sure he told you what happened next...","I know that 

you are in contact with him and I know that he tells you what and how we meet and 

everything, right?"

I replied, slightly annoyed, "Yes, we are in contact and he told me everything, he told me 

how you..."

Meena interrupted me, "Okay, Nadir, please let me continue talking before you scold me 

and put me down…"

I stood up and said loudly, "Meena, why should I hear your explanations? I have heard 

enough and I know exactly what and how it happened, your cheating and your unfidelity, 

I have witnessed everything and before you, I am already at the end..."

Meena said calmly, „Sit down please, you promised to hear my story, please just two minutes 

let me speak,", She pleaded, ", last days and even today, before you met him, before you 

were informed about my intimacy with him in detail, were you happy, did you still love me, 

was I still your Meena? Your great love and the woman of your life's dreams? Please Nadir, 

sit down, and tell me… Please,“

I sat down. Yes, I was devastated, although I was very angry, but curious what she would 

say? I wanted to take part and see the end, I wanted to see what would come out of it.

Meena repeated the question, "Give me an answer Nadir, you owe me that after so many 

years and so many ups and downs, no matter how it goes now, I just want and have a right

to know,".

I answered, „"Yes, of course, you were my life and despite everything up to that point, 

everytime I found my way back to you, our love was the only true one for me and my motto 

and support in my life. Until today, before I found out all this, I was still happy and I loved you 

more than anything or ynybody in this world... But what you have done now... You have 

betrayed me, Meena, you...".

Meena interrupted me, "One moment Nadir, just wait... You answered my question, then 

let me continue. ", 

"I'll start from the moment I was at Shahin's home and first we, me and 

him, drank two glasses of wine. I noticed that he, was about to start touching 

me and carrying out his plans with me. You know, kissing me and trying to seduce me. 

That was my moment. I said to him, "Shahin, I know why you brought me here. 

You want to sleep with me. That’s all your aim. You are a man who is sexually interested 

in me. That's normal but first I have to ask you something, let's sit down for a minute before

you, I mean we began."

Shahin was a little surprised at my direct way of speaking, just now... He was speechless. 

He didn't say anything and sat down face to face with me and waited.

I said, "You know Dr. Nadir Shayan very well, don't you? How long have you known 

each other? Since childhood? Sch..l? Or later? It doesn't matter, but you know him well 

and he knows you too and you have been in contact since you brought your mother to 

him, right? Tell me the truth, please..." 

Shahin was caught off guard. I think he suddenly lost all his sexual thoughts and dreams 

or they were pushed into the distance background.

He stuttered," Yes, I've known him since high sch..l but we are… We weren't friends, we 

just knew each other... But my interest in you has nothing to do with him... Yes, maybe he's 

curious about how close I got to you and if I'm in a relationship with you, I know that he 

tried or is still trying to get closer to you, I mean, I can guess from the way he behaves, 

he hasn't been successful to ... to win you over, he wanted me to think about it and give up it 

and not try at all... He is probably jealous...Yes, he might be jealous if he told you something 

negative about me but I want to say, but I swear... my interest in you is honest and...".

I interrupted him, "No... No, Shahin... let me talk, I don't want to accuse you of anything... 

I know that you are honest when you say you want me... I want to say something else... 

Something completely different... He didn't say anything about you either, especially not 

something negative he told me about you... Wait please…".

Then I waited a moment and took a sip of wine. I saw that he was looking at me very 

impatiently, waiting.

I said quietly and slowly, emphasizing each word, "Do you know my full name, Shahin?".

"Yes, Meena Salimi, I mean Dr. Meena..." He answered uncertainly.

"Yes, but it's not quite complete. For years my name has been 'Meena Salimi-Shayan!'.

"What does that mean, what are you trying to say?!" His face was now pale.

I saild calmly, "You heard right Shahin, I am his wife, I am since many years, Nadir’s wife! ".

"You can Imagine his reaction, Nadir, he was speechless. For some minutes he couldn‘t talk. 

He just looked at me with his mouth open and then he said in horror, "What an asshole 

husband you have, I'm surprised, you, such a woman..."

"Shhh... Stop please, stop swearing and saying bad things... You heard him, I, Dr. Salimi, 

love my husband... I won't let you talk about him like that, please..."

"And you went along with it, was that his plan? Did you want to humiliate me, why? 

Is this a game?" Shahin was now clearly annoyed.

I tried to calm him down. I told him that I was so sorry that he was the victim of our not game, 

as he calls it, but a bad and dark time in our marriage. That was not planned, it was just my

 attempt to put everything right again. And right at the beginning, with his erotic comments 

about me he put you in a situation of shame and embarrassment telling him the truth about 

us, our relationship, that we are married couple. 

I told him that I see him as a friend and that I have liked him as one in this short time, and 

that I respect him, but I cannot have a relationship with him because I love you so much that 

something like that will never happen. I will never cheat on you or have an affair behind your 

back. I am too faithful for that. Then I asked him to forgive me and you and I want us to stay 

friends. But he can do something for me and he can pretend that we had a sexual adventure 

today. That I slept with him and he should tell you how he wants to, as openly and erotically 

as he imagines. I told him that I am asking him to do this as a friend of me and I will never forget 

it and he is my only hope of winning you over and saving my marriage and my love from ruin. 

So maybe I can win you back... I told him, maybe, you, Nadir, so can think through your shock 

and the depth of the loss of your happiness, and realize what we have and what we could 

lose if we carry on like this. Losing our beautiful life and marriage and above all our love. 

And he said yes, he said that he understood me completely although he still didn't understand 

you despite my explanation. Then his words were, "Meena, I respect you as a woman that 

there are not many like you, every man should appreciate and value you and your love a lot 

and for that reason alone I feel honored that you call me a friend, and I will do everything to 

guarantee your satisfaction, happy is the man who has you as his woman.".

Then Meena looked at me with moist eyes and continued, „This is what is happened on 

Sunday. Now, this was all. I can't look you in the eye and lie, you know that. 

If you don't believe me you can call him and ask.

I am going to do what you say, Nadir, as always. I am your wife and I feel me yours, with my 

body and my soul. If you love another woman, unfortunately there is no salvation for 

me, I mean for my love for you and our marriage. But if you don't love anyone other as

your companion and your life partner, then I still have a chance and hope. I have suffered 

and been punished a lot, but admit that it is enough. Then tell me what I should do so that 

you let me back into your heart, your secrets and your bed. What should I do Nadir, 

I will definitely do that... no matter what...“.

I couldn’t look in here yes. Meena in mine, neither. Her eyes were full of tears and she tried

 to see the distance. Her eyes were searching a distance depth in the cold, dark waters of the 

pond.

I was feeling how my anger, is fading, replaced with an eager biting of my lip. Guilt and need 

began their usual tug of war at my body. Guilt because her love and trust for me being used 

By me, in turn against her, I had the feeling. 

She wanted to give me a lesson in love and how it should be, about loyalty and self-sacrifice.  

She wanted to tell me: how asomeone can forget himself oder herself and win love. 

She wanted to tell me push your ego aside and jump into the sea of love, directly and without 

any fear of going under and sink. To go througth any curtain, even if it ends in the collapse 

of your ego. 

The main thing is that you show how love wins. Then the love, will win. It is what counts. 

There is nothing more important. There is nothing real except love. 

Meena wanted to tell me that and she shows me how it works.

I realized that I was crying loudly only when she hugged me and pressed my head into her 

perfect and pleasant smelling breasts and started to cry too.

„Shhh…. My baby, my Nadir, please…“. 

We stood next to the pond about ten minutes, so. 

There was a light, slightly cool breeze. I felt I want to hug her, without anything in between, 

her whole body, just to feel her skin. I wanted to feel her, her nakedness.

I murmured, „We're going upstairs to the bedroom, please,".  and I grabbed her hand 

and quickly moved inside, dragging her behind me.

When we were in the bedroom, Meena went straight into the bathroom to take off her bikini. 

I quickly undressed and lay down under the covers and waited. She was there after a minute 

and looked at me, "Under the covers? Okay!" and giggled.

And then she was there too.

I said, "Let's just hug, I just want to feel you today and smell you and kiss you, your skin, 

your hair, your hands, everything about you and I want to talk to you and tell you...".

She smiled and kissed me briefly over my eyes, the tip of my nose and then long, lips...

After that I told her about my masculinity problem, the examinations and my waiting for 

a cure...

Meena just listened, the whole time, just listened and when I was finished, she just 

said, "I love you Nadir. You are my life and even if you don't get an erection by the end 

of our time, I will still love you. Sleeping with you is very nice, I have enjoyed all the years, 

and will enjoy it every day and, through over lovemaking, feel me a real woman, but even 

if that is not possible, then I love you too, for eternity," "But I am sure that we can get it 

under control together, because I see how important it is to you, I notice that because you 

kept it as a secret for so long... But we are a unity, if you haven't forgotten... This was and 

is our common problem and you should now let us work on it together, we can do it, 

I know it...".


To be continued…

[Salir]

Beautiful! You are lucky you have Meena, Nadir.

Personally as an outsider reading your experience I want Meena to punish you. Tell you that she is leaving you tomorrow morning after the end of the explanation because you do not have trust on her and trusted your friend. In the morning she forgive you and embrace you. Just kidding, I know Meena cannot see you in pain so she won't do it but you deserve for not trusting her..So many readers here , not one said she did it, every one knows its fake story and so should you. I guess when some one is in emotional state they lack clarity. No surprise people mess with their lives in hasty nature with out thinking through.

Good lesson over all for readers and Nadir.
On the note..Happy to see you both together again!

~RCF

Thanks you my friend... You are (as always about us) right!...

Have a niche time,

N. (Salir/Nadir)

[Salir]

Two Birds

A love poem

Alex Godley

Two birds in a leafy tree,

Soaring, fluttering, so free,

Their hearts beat together so powerfully,

Their love had been instant and so obviously.

A love that they found in such a sweet way,

Something they will never forget to this day,

Their wings carry them over every hill,

As these two birds have unending love and will.

The perfect meeting of two birds so high,

The love between them in the sky,

A love that even the gods could not deny,

A love that will never die.

A love that they found in such a sweet way,

Something they will never forget to this day,

Their wings carry them over every hill,

As these two birds have unending love and will.

The wind carries them through the air,

As the two birds have no care,

One glance and they knew they’d found,

A love that could never be unbound.

A love that they found in such a sweet way,

Something they will never forget to this day,

Their wings carry them over every hill,

As these two birds have unending love and will.

[Salir]

Here is Meena speaking: 

Hello friends,

First of all, thank you "Lollo", for your kindness, he, I mean my Nadir, shows always with his lovely eyes that he is "Sorry", (I always tell him you have dachshund eyes! and he confirms that, just like everything else I tell him!).

I was happy that this phase of our story is over and I thought I would look at what he wrote, at least the last part, and I discovered an incredible number of spelling mistakes in his last update. 
I thought I always have to keep an eye on what he does and doesn't do even his writings... He is a man, my man, and I would like to apologize for him here because he is currently at job...

I hope I will soon get involved and take over some of the writings and edit and correct his countless mistakes,too, if I can.

Kiss you all,
Meena

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 1 (I)


Nadir’s Narration:


On Tuesday I had a long day at work.

Despite work, my thoughts were often on the last days of our lives, those grey days, those cold, 

icy days.

The past days were terrible, humiliating things happened to me. But I thought because of my fault, 

more to Meena, my beloved angel. But fortunately, through her vigilance, selflessness and 

love, it did not end in the downfall of our marriage and in a catastrophe for our lives.

I thought I would talk to Shahin on Thursday and apologize in person for not coming out. 

He would have come to see me in the hospital, because of his mother who was planned 

to be operated by me, on Thursday.

Meena had a date with Mitra after work and they met up outside to go shopping and then 

went to her place. When I got home, it was quite late, but she wasn't there yet. When I was 

at the door she called and said she was on her way.

I knew that they had probably talked for a long time about our last days.

We were both tired and went to sleep.

* *

On Wednesday, at lunchtime, Mitra called and spoke to me very enthusiastically. 

I could clearly hear and feel how relieved she was, that we, Meena and I, had found each 

other again and that our lives is normalized.

After this phone call from Mitra, until I was back home, I was thinking about our lives and especially 

our emotional journeys, forwards and backwards, ups and downs.

Even while driving home, my thoughts have receded further back, before the appearance of Jalal, 

or rather the time between the death of Mansour and Jalal’ appearance. For a period of time 

following Mansour’s departure, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. 

It was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animalistic lust, a leftover from what

we did and, I believe, a sort of coping mechanism. There was lots of talk during sex and otherwise 

about our experiences, especially hers, which made me very horny and Meena too. 

Then, about one or two months later, the excitement sort of wore off. The sex, while a bit less 

frequent, was more loving and about us, with less and less about others and mention of fantasy 

talk. And finally, there had been a day or two times sex in the week. Otherwise, we stayed close 

but somehow left each other alone. 

Increasing and progressing break time for body and mind. 

I could say we kept our heads for us, Just, for a few days, even if we didn't completely leave each 

other alone. It was not that we decided to do it, but it was something that we just did it. Meena 

would stay late at her Job place here and there, working her scientific projects, or I would be in 

hospital to work longer, even sometimes missing dinner at home. Sure, after we went to bed early 

a night or so, we usually gave in and had a little fun, too. But in comparison to earlier, we had 

increasingly far fewer fun sex evenings.


* * *

Tuesday early afternoon, we were both at home. We spent a long time outside watching, 

celebrating, and enjoying the sunset with a glass of wine in our hands. after the dinner that we 

had right by the pond, Meena told me that she wanted to feel me today and that we should go to 

bed straight after coffee.


I was in the bathroom, downstairs, and then as I went upstairs and walked into the bedroom, I saw 

my angel lying already on the bed. Meena is stunning in person I thought. 

She was lying naked with a thin blanket covering nothing more than her middle, exposing her 

naked sweet body to the moonlight. Her eyes were closed. 

"Hi beautiful," I said. Meena opened her eyes briefly, smiled at me and then closed them again.

I moved to the end of the bed. I stand there a moment watching her breathing. 

Meena’s eyes were still closed, first I thought she is sleeping or is trying to sleep. 

Her chest gently rising and falling as the moonlight highlighted her curves. 

She looked so peaceful, so innocent, so beautiful, her perfectly sized breasts, her dark 

hair spread against the pillow. 

Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and softly caressed her dark red lacquered big toe with my 

fingertips.

Lost in her dreams or thoughts, she didn't even notice. I caressed tenderly and slowly, upper, 

from her well-formed ankle, her shapely leg to knee and then up to her midthigh. 

A soft sigh with a slight movement escaped from her, and I froze, afraid that I woke her up, holding 

my breath as I watched her. 

A moment later and she opened her beautiful one time more, smiled at me and said softly, 

“Please baby, please continue…”, and closed her eyes, again.

Emboldened, I ran a finger along her pussy, feeling the soft folds of skin, the knot of her clit, the 

roughness of trimmed hair after the bareness of the rest of it. I did it again, this time pressing more 

firmly, my finger sliding between the folds to her entrance, feeling the warmth of it, naturally moist, 

but not yet wet. I softly caressed and teased her pussy lips and clit with my fingers, fascinated as 

the movements constantly change the way the moonlight and shadows play across the folds.

Legs spread, but not too wide, the smooth curves of her stomach rising into the larger curves of 

her breasts, topped by still-soft nipples, the moonlight highlighting half of her face, so peaceful and 

serene.

I silently moved to the side of the bed. Reaching out, I gently caressed her soft yet firm breasts. 

Fingertips teasing her nipples like a feather, feeling them rise at my touch. Boldly I leaned down

 and softly licked across one, tasting the sweet saltiness of her skin. Carefully and gently I

 continued, fingers on one, mouth and tongue on the other, cajoling them to new levels of 

hardness. Meena sighed again but I didn't pause.

A short time more on her breasts before I finally did pause, then I moved back to the foot of the 

bed, pressing a finger gently between her pussy lips, this time found wetness which I brought up 

and rub around her clit. 

Her legs spreaded wider at the touch. I leaned forwards and repeated the action with my tongue, 

smelling her arousal as I drew close and then tasting it as I reached her. So sweet. 

Running my tongue up and down, around her clit, sliding it inside, I heard her breathing deepened. 

Meena’s mouth opened as she gasped ready to cry out. 

I couldn't wait to see the look of pure bliss and pleasure in her eyes. I smiled slightly. 

I noticed her whole body shiver and she looked deeply into my eyes. I looked intently into her 

eyes,"Want to tell me what you dreamed about baby, before I continue?", I said calmly.

Meena showed me with a hand gesture that I should lie down next to her. 

When I laid down next to her, I had the impression that she was searching for something in her 

memories. Then I thought no, not in her memories but she was probably thinking about how we, 

or perhaps how she, would or should deal with the new situation, my physical problem. That look 

of both intensity and a litte nervousness about how future nights will unfold, or this was perhaps 

just my imagination with roots in my unsecurity?

I asked if everything was okay. Meena said yes, but she was wondering why I had this problem

and if it was her fault. I smiled and said it's our fault and more mine than hers. Just like it's our

 problem, as she formulated it, previously.

I looked at her as she bit her lip, and said, "I'm still having anxiety. I'm worried about not being 

what you need, Meena, with this problem…"

Meena looked directly into my eyes and told me not to worry and I'm everything that she needed.

Then she turned to me.  I looked at her eyes and then her lips and at the end those hard, fully 

erect nipples peeking out.

I leaned in to kiss her soft, luscious lips. She leaned into the kiss, and I ran my fingers through 

her hair as I kissed intensely and passionately.

Then I leaned back again, looked at the ceiling and spoke about my thoughts today regarding the 

last few months after Mansour's death. I mentioned that although it was a turbulent time for me 

and certainly, and more for her too, in terms of our emotions and feelings, with frequent 

disappointments in each other and above all feelings of hatred towards him. 

Mansour had unconsciously through his appalling behavior, caused an incredible movement with a 

very positive effect on our sex life. We both discovered new things about ourselves through his

 adventurous and incorrect approach to his beloved niece.

Our unknown feelings, as well as physical desires and inclinations, which were already concealed 

There, in our subconscious, came to the surface and into our consciousness and thus gave us

unbelievable, exciting moments.

Meena, while stroking my forearm with her fingertips, said quietly, "You're right, but he, my uncle

Mansi, or anyone else were just instruments that gave impulses and nothing more. 

They helped us to experience our inner selves consciously. Later, at least for me, when my inner 

hidden tendencies finally fully came to the surface of my consciousness, and I accepted them as 

they were and still are, as mine, it was like that no matter where and with whom, in the end, it was 

only you, only for you, and I was always thinking how you would feel, how what I do or what 

someone other does to me and with me, will excite you and that took me to higher limits, these 

thoughts and feelings and the idea of your mental and physical reactions."

I knew part of Meena’s thought was now basking in the same sort of afterglow we both were in the

days immediately after each erotic game we had especially with others. I asked her if she meant 

one special time or part, which was more excitig. 

Nothing in particular, she said. Just a feeling, and she wondered if I felt it also, if I felt her

 excitement because of my reactions. She emphasized further. “Nor does it have anything to do 

with anyone other, except you for sure," she said, looking at me.

"Hmm," I pondered. "Meena, I think I know what you mean." I took her by the arm. "Maybe 

because we've just plain done more. We had another experience, with someone else. Someone 

very different. Other types than me... This sounds terrible but, some actions were not under our 

control, and this made it maybe, interesting, some new experiences, we were sometimes at the

 mercy of…" I spoke.
 
Meena interrupted me, “You too?” 

I responded, “Yes of course, I couldn't interfere, at least not necessarily, sometimes I had the 

feeling that I am powerless, and I have to let it happen, maybe I wanted to, sorry for saying that,

but maybe inside me I felt joy and stimulation of a special kind, I felt that makes me, hot and hotter 

and horny and hornier if things happen and I can not interfere,", “, experiencing someone taking 

full control of you and use your body in whatever way he pleased, especially during…”.

While I was telling all this, I felt a stirring in my groin, as if something, a blockade came loose.

Meean asked curiously, even excited, “Especially with Mansi?”

I admitted, “Yes, especially with Mansour, was it wrong? Should I be ashamed for it?”.

"No, not baby… I know, I understand what you mean," Meena said quickly. The she raised her 

head and kissed my lips briefly and said, "I love you,"...

"Mm, I love it when we are so open and honest and in tune with each other," I said, meeting 

Meena in an instinctive and quick kiss, "we're feeling more comfortable with ourselves is all.

Sooner than before. And I don't think in an ignorant way, intentionally or otherwise. 

Meena, I feel as good about you and us as I did the day I accepted my inner feelings and desires

 about sharing...". 

Meena interrrupted me, “You mean Bernstein is right when he said that if you share what you love, 

then that is real love…”.

"Yes, there could be some truth in what he said... In any case, it also has to do with happiness 

and we know that happiness is not a state, not a stable state, but like a flash, an enormous feeling

that is there for a moment and then could disappear or no longer be consciously felt, even if it is

 there..."

"Hmmm, yes, absolutely…" Meena smiled. Then she moved in on me and whispered "I was gonna 

you just beat me to it." And then we made out, passionately. When our kiss ended Meena looked 

relieved to hear what I was saying and placed a hand over mine. I could see, she'd innocently and
 
unwittingly sparked it. All of a sudden, I was hit with a wave of images of her, with Mansour and 

Murad and even Jalal, and I felt my heartbeat increase and I felt a stirring in my groin again. 

Meena tilted her head and stared at me, blinking."You got that look on your face, Nadir... Are 

you…?"

"Imagining you? Yes."

"With..." She asked calmly.

"With all of them." I responded.

Meena's shoulders rose as she took in a sudden but small breath through her nose and exhaled it 

just as quickly.

"You and your lovers…" I said. She relaxed and gave me a smirk. I kept a straight face as I met 

her gaze. "But...mostly...you and your filthy uncle..." Meena looked longingly at me once more. 

"You with young Murad and with jalal, " I added. "I'm thinking of them, all of us, taking turns with 

you..."

"Us'? You mean, you too?" she asked, snuggling closer to me. I nodded. "Nadir, baby, I like when 

you include yourself in our fantasies. I love when you show me that you are there, and you are 

paticipating…"

"Really?  Do you want it that much and that intensely? Do you mean my being there, just observe 

or participate? " I asked softly.

Meena nodded, "Both…"

"Really?"

She nodded. And we kissed, then gazed into each other's eyes for a moment.

"But I love mostly..." I spoke.

Meena grinned at me. "Mostly? yes...let's hear it…"

I chuckled and continued. "But mostly, I love them having you, as they want and me watching 

you… In ways they have."


To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 1 (II)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"Hmmm," she replied, as if deciding on it. "I understand.", "Nadir, baby... I love how you look at
 
me sometimes." She caressed my cheek with one hand, "Like that," she said. "The way you're
 
looking at me still. Thinking about me?"
 
I nodded and kissed her nose, “Yes…”, I said.
 
"Me and…"
 
"At the moment Just you," I whispered as I entered her pussy with my finger.
 
She reached down with her hand, running it over my crotch. "This gentleman will soon ask for
 
me...”, she whispered and lightly squeezed my member while straining to plant a kiss against
 
the corner of my mouth. Chills ran up my spine from her touch and I shivered.
 
"Aw...did I make you do that?" she asked, blinking at me.
 
In one motion I scoot her entire body beneath mine and braced on my elbows, looking down at
 
her. Again, Meena had the same loving laugh, but she quickly got serious, staring up at me.
 
She took in another sudden but deep breath, and before letting it out attacked me, pulling me
 
down by the neck for a deep kiss and exhaling it all into my face with the most beautiful sounding
 
moan. I looked at her eyes and then her beautiful neck, tits and her lower body.
 
As always Seeing her vulnerable, sexy body, I couldn't wait. This time my will wanted to take
 
control of her. Taking complete control of this beautiful body but how? I thought to me.
 
I knew she loves to let her man lead and make her body pulsate. But me? Now, how could I do
 
this? I wanted nothing more than to make this beautiful body to moan and scream from
 
 satisfaction. I wondered if we should just finish this and go sleep.
 
I was having trouble focusing on anything but an image of me restraining her while she screamed
 
with pleasure. I couldn't wait to have this confident, sexy woman submit to me.
 
Meena touched my shoulder and then my nipples.
 
"Not yet,” I said to her. “I'll let you know when it's your turn to touch!".
 
Meena looked at me, smiled and realizes that I know she likes being told what to do.
 
 I kissed and bit her neck. She gasped as I ever so gently flicked my tongue over her hard nipples.
 
I felt her body arch and I stared into her stunning deep eyes. She looks up at me and I felt a
 
quiver run through her body.
 
I bit her lip gently. Her breasts felt full, and her nipples felt erect and warm to the touch.
 
I twisted them and ran my hands over them as she watched with desire all over her face.
 
I continued kissing her body, her face, her cheeks, her belly button. I got to her legs and pulled her
 
quickly onto my lap as she audibly moaned into my ear. Her hips were gliding back and forth as
 
she rubbed her clit against my thigh.
 
I whisper into her ear, "I want you Meena. I'm going to touch you. But first, tell me how you like to
 
be touched?"
 
She looked at me with eyes wide and full of uncertainty and moaned, "Umm. I want your fingers
 
... Make me cum, please…". I loved her as she requested of me.
 
I laughed silently to myself. I told her "Don't worry you will cum, but not until I tell you it's time and
 
you ask nicely for it".
 
I watched her body quiver with excitement and lust. I laid next to her and spread her legs. I could
 
see her vulva is wet. I smiled and brought my tongue, so it was barely touching the tip of her clit.
 
Meena was squirming while she said;” Yes, please…”, I told her “no,”,”I will decide when
 
 that happens.”. I looked intensely at her, and she begged again for me to touch her.
 
As she felt there is no use to demand, she tried to touch me.
 
"No". I told her. I yanked her hair and told her if she wants to orgasm, she will listen to me.
 
Meena still struggled and didn't seem to understand that dasy, now, she is helpless and at my will.
 
I told her, I will tell her when to move and what to do and control all her pleasure. This was for
 
 sure, a new situation for her with me. She loved to hand over the lead to her lover, while
 
lovemaking, that had brought her the greatest satisfaction, as far as I could tell, but with me, our
 
own private, intimate moments and sex were almost always mutual, rather similar activities.
 
Neither of us was clearly and permanently in charge or dominated. Now and then one of us took
 
the lead for a short time, but not seriously and permanently.
 
I asked,” Who should satisfy you today, beautiful girl? Mansour, Jalal, Murad, Shahin, a colleague,
 
or a stranger?”. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then murmured, “Is Nadir not there?” I
 
answered, “No, he is in a congress…” and added, “Who is there?”.
 
She answered, “A stranger…” and giggled, and then added”, with strong, big hands and big...".
 
“Rod?”, I laughed.
 
“Yes, of course…” She answered ang giggled.
 
I asked again, “, a strong, tall farmer? or a sweating construction worker?” while kissing her hard
 
nipples.
 
Meena replied,”, both are welcome,”.
 
“Two at one or two for two?”, and laughed. Meena moaned, “, you are so bad Mister,” and added
 
pleading, “Now do it stranger…”
 
I moved close to her and stared at her. "Ask me nicely". I demanded. I held her chin up high and
 
Waited for her response.
 
She looked frustrated but said "I'll do what you say, just please touch me, stranger…"
 
I used the tips of my fingers to stroke her body gently. First her arms, then her waist and moving
 
down to her legs. I avoided her engorged pussy. I wanted her to be so ready for me to stroke her
 
that one touch will be electric and give her waves of pleasure. She continued to whimper and beg
 
for me to touch her dripping pussy. I continued to tease with my fingers as I could see the pent-up
 
energy continue to build.
 
"I already said PLEASE"... she yelled.
 
"Good girl", I whispered as I moved up to her lips.
 
I was on top of her. Our upper bodes were touching, I could feel her hard nipples pierce my breast
 
and electricity ran through my body. I felt her hips moving underneath me and heard her softly
 
moaning.
 
I told her to make some more noise and tell me what she likes. I leaned over and opened her legs
 
as she audibly let out a moan that told me she is ready to be touched by a stranger. I could see
 
her pussy continues to drip, and I was so ready to taste her. I gave her clit a gentle lick and she
 
moaned and wriggled her body with ecstasy. This was so hot watching her submit her body to me.
 
"Please, put your fingers in…", she moaned out of breath. I smiled at her and told her to be
 
patient. I came up and kissed her and let her taste herself on my lips as I put my knee in between
 
her legs. She was getting so excited and rubbed her throbbing clit against my leg again. Now I felt
 
it, the stirring and small movement in my groin again, this time stronger.
 
Meena felt for sure too that my rod wakes up and moves, although not much but still, she tried to
 
touch and feel it with fingers of her left hand, without moving her body too much.
 
I said, “No, no…”. And she stopped.
 
“Ride me," I told her as she moved her clit faster over my thighs and I began to feel my member
 
tingles and moves. I felt her legs shaking. I moved back down and sucked on her clit and licked
 
intently.
 
Meena tasted as always so sweet. I could not wait to feel her thighs squeeze against my neck and
 
face. I gently put in one finger and started to stroke her G spot as I continued licking her clit.
 
I added another finger, and she looked like she is about to combust.
 
"Do you want to cum for me, baby?" I asked her.
 
"YES. Please. Let me cum, stranger…" she yelled. "That feels so good" she could barely get the
 
words out.
 
"I'm ready to... Please, please make me cum, stranger…" she breathed heavily.
 
I felt satisfied. My prick was now half erect. "I think you are ready now", I put two fingers back in
 
her pussy. I rubbed her G spot and her clit simultaneously making her shake and throw her head
 
into the pillow.
 
My fingers moved faster and now I was eating her with vigor. She was about to cum. I stopped
 
rubbing for a moment and she screamed with frustration. I was having fun edging her closer and
 
closer. I continued to bring her right to the edge of pleasure and stopped. Meena was now, fully
 
submissive.
 
"Look into my eyes" I told her. "Watch me as you cum,".
 
She was screaming my name and then ‘stranger’ simultsneously while gripping the sheets.
 
I knew she's about to cum. I ate her further and felt my spit and her combine in wet, intense
 
pleasure. I gently pushed on her stomach as I felt warm liquid started to touch my lips.
 
Meena was squirting, I continued eating as she squirted all over the bed and orgasmed loudly.
 
I felt her vaginal muscles contract time after time.
 
I quickly continued licking the juice off her pussy and felt her body trembling. She finally relaxed
 
and looked over at me, panting and sweating profusely.
 
"Wow" Meena said. She was speechless as she grabbed for me to pulled me close to her.
 
I kissed her softly on her forehead and gently held her. "Your body responded so well to a
 
stranger's touch". She gilled and I whispered in her ear that I loved watching her obey and squirt
 
as she came. Then I showed her my half erect penis and smiled, ”He loves it too, when you are so
 
submissive to a stranger and in his mercy…”.
 
“Then we have to look around and search…”, Meena giggled and reached for my rod, while
 
kissing my lips, my lips that were tasting after her taste...
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 2 (I)

Nadir’s Narration:

On Thursday, after the operation on his mother, which went very well for me as her surgeon, I had 

a conversation with Shahin. He was a little disappointed in me but after I apologized, he admitted 

that in retrospect he had no bad feelings towards me. He said that he was also married and old 

enough to understand that there can often be such differences of opinion and dangerous 

situations between married couples. Meena is a very intelligent woman and apart from her other 

advantages as an incredibly attractive woman, she also has a diplomatic way of getting the best 

out of every situation for herself and the person she cares about and loves.

He said, "You are very lucky, Nadir. She is a rare beauty, and her behaviour is unique in this crazy 

world. You have to be very careful. If you keep making mistakes, you must not think that 

everything will always be fine. People can change. Personally, I would be happy if she changed 

her mind about you. Believe me, I will jump in any moment," and he winked and laughed, "and I'm

 sure, it's not just me... Be sure that she has countless silent admirers waiting for your mistakes...".


Friday Tahir contacted me by phone and said that Saturday, the other guests of his birthday party 

would be leaving late at the evening or early Sunday morning and he would like to invite us to stay 

longer if we can. Apart from that, we should not forget Mitra, to tell her that she is also invited to 

the party. 

I said that I could stay longer because I only have an outpatient shift on Monday and could leave it 

to a colleague or assistant doctor, but Meena would have to decide, and he should also ask 

Meena about Mitra whether she can or wants to stay longer. Then I asked him, how many guests 

are invited, he replied that there were about twenty-four persons and that he would call Meena 

specifically, and ask her about staying longer.

In the evening when I came home, Meena informed me that she had spoken to Tahir and said that

 she could take Monday off and there was nothing against our staying longer, so, until Monday at 

his ranch. She said that unfortunately Mitra has to go back on Sunday because of her work 

commitments.


At the evening before Saturday, we talked and loved each other in the moonlight room before 

falling sleep. Long just touching and then trying to bring the other one to a climax, 

from my side by my sensitive touching and stroking and caressing, all over her body, with tongue, 

and fingers. I was successful. Unfortunately, I wasn't ready yet for a proper penetration, although I 

could feel how much desire there was.

She could still make me ejaculate, by stroking and touching, also with hands and tongue...

But we both seemed to be satisfied. 

It seemed we feel very glad and optimistic about us, and by Meena's willingness to be patient at 

Least trying to help me. For me her understanding that we need time, was good enough. 

Sometimes this night, I had the feeling that I would be ready in the next moment, but unfortunately 

it didn't get that far. It was but generally for sure every time was better than before. Sometimes, it 

came up and just as quickly disappeared.

On Saturday, she got up earlier. When I opened my eyes, I saw she had finished her physical 

exercise session. I waited and stayed lying in bed and watched her.

She was kicking off her sneakers, and began undoing her shoulder length hair from the ponytail 

It had been in as she walked toward me, a crooked little grin and a gleam in her eye, just slightly 

shy of perfectly sculpted, and at the moment very sweaty woman I was so fortunate to have in my 

life. At 33, Meena looked, felt, smelled and moved like someone ten years younger.

"Hey, good morning sleepyhead," she said, wrapping her arms around me.

"Hey stinky,", I answered.

Meena leaned close and breathed in deep through her nose. "Sure, it's not you?" 

she said, looking up all serious in the eyes but still smirking.

"Probably is mine, you are right, with you it's a good stench, as always!", I grinned.

"Stench?" she said, smothering her face in my admittedly still wet t-shirt. "Mmm, I like your 

stench better than mine,", she said.

"Well, I like your stench better than mine too," I replied.

We grinned at each other.


We set off after lunch on Saturday. Mitra wanted to go back on Sunday and drive in a car and we

 met at Tahir's ranch. Our only acquaintances at Tahir's party were his girlfriend, Sara, his 

childhood friend, Farzan and Jalal's son, Cyrus.

There were a rather East Asian couple, probably she was 40 to 45 and he in his 45 to 50 years 

old. He was of medium height with thick, black hair, looked fit and muscular. and she was like most 

typical Asian, thin but not too small. Her name was Mei and his name was Li. She was a medium 

height for an Asian woman, slim and pretty. They were both in charge of the service and food and 

taking care of the guests. Tahir later took me and Meena aside and spoke to us and told us that

 these couple had only recently arrived in the country and were not actually tourists but immigrants 

from an Asian country and were politically persecuted.

They don't have much financial backing, and Tahir found a job for husband. He is an architect but 

currently has a job as a night watchman. She is a physiotherapist and can also cook well. 

Unfortunately, they don't have a house and have spent a lot of time with him but because of Li’s 

work they have to stay in the city. Tahir said he knows that we have a guest home in our house 

and then he asked if we could help them temporarily for a while, until things are better financially 

for them, and they be able to move out. Tahis emphasized that he would help them, but he needs 

time. And said they could pay a small amount for our help.

Meena looked at me and immediately replied, "I don't mind in principle if it will help them,  what 

do you think Nadir?" I said, "It's clear that we want to help, the poor people...". 

Meena continued, ", and they doesn’t need to think about paying, this will be for free,“.

Tahir was very happy that we decided so quickly and without hesitation and thanked us. I said 

we also have to thank him and admire him for being so kind and generous to those who need 

help. 

Then Tahir introduced us to the Asian couple and informed them about our offer of help. They were 

both very happy and almost wanted to kiss our hand!

Li wasn't too talkative, unlike his wife, Mei. You couldn't read him. He, was a bit taciturn and 

maybe too serious. 

I thought that is probably because of their past and difficult life in their home country. He was the 

kind of guy who didn't trust the others.

She was different. She often smiled, tried to make contact with the others and talked and asked a 

lot of questions.

We talked about the situation and how we should make their stay with us pleasant for both sides, 

and agreed that they would move into our guest house the weekend. We had planned that they 

could also use the kitchen during the day, while we were not at home. 

Everything else they needed for a temporary stay was available in the guest house.


You could say the party was a success. There was a lot of laughter, drinking, eating and dancing 

and my impression was that all the guests were very happy. 

Meena danced a lot, especially with Farzan, who was also a good and interested dancer. This 

time, he often chatted with Meena and showed interest in her. It seemed to me that he was much 

friendlier this time. Mitra didn't dance much, but she did talk to a lot of people and made contact. 

Basically, I had more Mitra with me than Meena, who often chatted with Tahir and Farzan in 

addition to dancing.

The majority of guests left late in the evening. Some left early morning or early afternoon on 

Sunday. Also Farzen, Mitra and Sara had to work the next day.


To be continued...

[Salir]

After Jalal, Tahir now also shows interest in Mitra. 
He invites her to his birthday party on his farm via Nadir and Meena. 
(It has to be said that Tahir only met Mitra ‘briefly’ once, when she visited the farm with Meena and Nadir).

I get the impression that she will play an intense and important role in this story. 
A role that will keep our main protogonists (Meena and Nadir) engaged and on their toes.


Ciao
Lollobionda

Mitra is a woman who is an optimal candidate for a sexual adventure... 
She is sexy, she is very pretty and free as you emphasize.. 
Even I (Nadir), honestly, would find it hard to resist her if she had made an attempt during difficult phases of our marriage...
 
The problem in this phase of the story is that due to her recent shocking familial experience, that changed her life fundamentally, she had no interest (perhaps only temporarily) in a sexual relationship in general and especially with men.

But we will continue to observe her... for sure!

Have a nice time and enjoy...
Salir

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 2 (II)

Nadir’s Narration:


Meena and I spent a lot of time in the fresh air, walking around with his two giant dogs that 

seemed to love Meena, and much time to observe Tahir's many animals until the evening.

 In the evening outside in the garden, we had great dinner. Apart from the Asian couple who then 

withdrew in their room in another part of the house, we were the only guests left. 

After dinner we drank Tahir’s good red wine. 

Then we three, tired of daily activities, sat down in his living room and then library, with a glass of 

wine or coffee and chatted. 

We were all three after half an hour a bit drunk, especially Tahir. It was fun, in its way. 

Tahir was on form, telling stories and charming Meena as only he could.

He showed this time us some pictures, too. They were photos of himself and his ranch and 

animals which were taken over the years. But not in one album as las time but with a 

projection device and slides on the wall.

Finally, a little short of 11pm, I said I needed to get some fresh air and left them both alone. 

When I came back after a quarter of an hour, I said goodbye and went to the bedrooms that were 

intended for us. This time was the room in another part of building. 

I was still awake in bed waiting for her, when Meena appeared. She came into our bedroom about 

20 minutes later with a huge grin on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing, this old lumberjack..."

Meena went into the bathroom to remove make up and brush her teeth. She got into bed, dressed 

in one of her short cotton nighties. 

"Tell me. What has he done now?" I asked curiously.

"After you left, he went on and on about how beautiful and sexy I was, and asked loads of 

questions about our life and some private things, if I am happy with you and so on."

"Oh, really? Tahir? I didn’t know that he is such a crude man…". I was really astonished.

"It's ok Nadir. It's funny, sort of... He was drunk…", Meena giggled, I thought she is also a slightly 

tipsy.

Meena cuddled up to me, laying her head on my chest, her arm across me and a leg drawn up a

cross my thighs. 

"What did he ask?"

"He asked if you could handle "such a hot wife". How often we do it? What kind of lover you are? 

Was I satisfied?", She giggled again.

"Unbelievable, what did you say?", I asked. I was annoyed but at the same time a bit excited, I felt 

it.

"I brushed him off. I'm not talking to him about that sort of thing.". Meena replied. 

"Good for you. He can be a bit of a bully."

"Good for you. He can be quite a bully, it seems," I noted.

"He went on and on about my body... how fit and firm it looked, about my legs and my breasts. He 

was for that as we know him, impudent and outrageous.”.

“Did you say something?”, I asked.

Meean answered, “It was creepy coming from him; I had not expected and was not used to, I 

thought that was sure alcohol and just laughed. " Meena embraced me, I felt my rod, which was a 

somehow excited and a bit erect.  

She giggled and continued, “He wanted a good night kiss. He insisted.".

I held my breath, suddenly aware that I was getting a real erection. As soon as I became 

conscious of it, my cock grew iron hard and extended to its full length. I twisted a little trying to 

keep it away but Meena's had it under her control.

Meena stroked my erection, and whispered in my ear, "My Lord seems and feels completely 

healthy, We must be grateful to Tahir," and giggled.

I laughed and asked further, "And then, did he do or say anything else?"

"He stood in the door, refusing to let me pass. Insisting I give him a kiss on the lips.", Meena 

whispered.

Then she held me tighter and her leg came further up pressed onto my hard penis.

"Nadir, It is incredible, this talking about this, is exciting you so strong, isn't it?"

Meena's hand reached down and massaged my scrotum, then she took me in her hand and 

stoked my dick gently and slowly, again. 

"Go on, baby, tell me more…" I spoke. This came out as a constricted croak. 

She chuckled. "He wouldn't let me out of the room, so I dipped down to give him a peck on the 

lips. He grabbed me and pulled me to him, pressing his mouth against me and his tongue into my 

mouth. He caught me by surprise."

Meena paused. She was masturbating me harder now, still slow. She pulled the duvet back and to 

expose me. I was streaming pre-cum. She used this to lubricate me. 

"He moved so fast. One hand groped at my bottom and one hand went up my jumper and mauled 

my breast. I let him kiss me for a little. By the time I reacted and pushed him away he had got what 

he wanted. He stepped aside to let me through the door and said: "Goodnight sweet, sexy Meena. 

See you tomorrow." As I brushed past him, he pressed his groin against me, against my tightly. I 

felt his hard, hot erection. It felt big, heavy and hard as iron. That was it. That's what happened." 

Meena was still wanking me slowly. We were both breathing heavily. 

"Stop. Please. I'm going to come.", I demanded.


"What made this hot thing so erect? Tahir's behaviour? The fact that he felt me up and kissed me? 

That I kissed him back? That I felt his huge cock? He's very hard and very big, you know. He is 

like his horses. I was really astonished!", Meena said while her  hand just held me. 

Meena pulled my pyjamas down, straddled my waist and let herself down on me smoothly, all the 

way. She was hot and wet. 

"Try to hold on, baby, please… I need it… That all made me so hat, he and you...", Meena 

moaned.

I didn't move. One thrust might have done for me. Meena smiled at me, and she ground down on 

me gently. She pulled her nighty off her shoulders to bare her breasts. She leant forward on her 

hands and dangled her heavy, beautiful tits in to my face. 

Then she continued, " This old Tahir, is so rude, if I let him, he is not going to stop his flirting and 

groping, especially if he drinks. He wants me, I felt it today. you know. I bet he gets more 

adventurous, ruder, more demanding, if the opportunity allows, he will definitely want more... 

What are we going to do baby? Next time if he wants to go further... if he wants to… to fuck me, 

you know.... How would you like your lovely wife... beautiful trophy wife... to fuck a man like him... 

ugly and nasty you know... but... with a cock like that, any woman just becomes a hungry 

slut..." 

Meena was babbling. This was not the same Meena. She was completely drunk, just as Tahir 

and… me? 

All this came out in a stream of broken sentences. Sometimes she groaned or sighed and at times 

I could barely make out what she was saying. She got more and more excited as she went, 

grinding down harder and quicker, building up to her orgasm. I stayed with her, concentrating on 

holding back from ejaculating, my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists tight. 

"Or maybe you want him... to make me… his… His woman…", Meena was provoking me, but I 

thought she also talked more about bringing herself to the highest point...

Meena looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust. 

"Nadir, my baby... Do you like that idea? Is that what you want? Do you want me to let him?"

I was shocked by what my wife had said, at her seldom dirty language. 

I couldn’t stop myself. I screamed out as my hips bucked up off the bed, pressing myself deeper 

into Meena. I came hard then, grunting and panting, my cock convulsed as I shot my hot cum into 

my hot Meena. 

Meena responded in an explosive orgasm of her own and collapsed down on my chest. 

She stroked my face gently for a few seconds and then climbed off me and embarrassed me 

and kissed my lips. 

We slept soon…


To be continued…

[Salir]

Meena knows from her past that alcohol - especially wine - robs her senses and fuelling her sexual desires. 
It's a mystery to me why she still lets it happen again and again when she's in the company of men. 
After all, she has already had a similar experience with Jalal on his farm.
And now it's followed almost the same pattern with Tahir...

Why did not she get up and say goodbye to Tahir when Nadir announced that he was going to their room?
She must have sensed and felt that she could no longer think clearly and that the alcohol was taking more 
and more possession of her...

The faceless ‘stranger’ from the role-playing game takes shape, the image becomes ever sharper...

The fact that Nadir's erection problem has now completely disappeared is probably due to the relaxed weekend
atmosphere and the fresh air on the farm with little ‘stimulation’ from Meena's narration.
That's my conclusion...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Meena speaking:

1. Welcome one time more to the world of MEN!... A woman should hold back and not drink her favorite drink because it will awaken her wild sexual desires and jump on every innocent, well-behaved male creature like a wild animal! Come on, the wild Meena is coming! Thanks for the warning!


2. If she drinks wine, she should only do so in the company of women or transsexuals or gays; If she does, then Meena is forbidden from being near innocent men.

3. We didn't have a similar situation with Jalal on his farm or ranch (New Horizons 5). Meena was stressed and demonstrative with her husband the whole time. If Jalal's house during Nadir's absence and business trip is meant, the situation was completely different. It had nothing to do with drinking alcohol at all.

4. Why doesn't she get up and stop at once what she's doing and obediently follow her Pasha and Sheikh! The horrible Meena, such a rebellious woman! She's definitely going to hell!
(Why doesn't Nadir take his wife with him or tell her to go with or why doesn't he just accompany her and stay with her a bit longer? Nobody know why...)

5. It is obvious that the cure for Nadir's erection problems was initiated directly by Meena, the relaxed relationship between the two of them and, above all, by sexual stimulation. This shows the course of the story very clearly. The beginning and impulse for it was there before that night and then it happened completely during the last mentioned night in Tahirs Ranch. I am surprised that this is not taken into account and that such an obvious thing is attributed to the relaxed atmosphere.

Kiss you all.
M.

[Salir]

I can not accept that.
Sorry!
The thing about the world of men is a direct reproach/accusation that I reject. 
The world of men as you know it (perhaps from your own experience) is not my world. 
I also refuse to be categorised as such.
So that we understand each other!

Of course a woman can and should ‘also’ go out with male acquaintances, male buddies, male business 
partners etc. and drink her ‘favourite drink’.
I have no objection to that, neither in the past nor today. 
Because I have always been in favour of the ‘positive’ personal development of women (wives/partners) 
and I stand by that.

In my comment I tried to emphasise what was ‘very’ obvious, namely the lust and desire that Tahir felt for 
Meena and which he had also clearly expressed.
He had made it clear to Meena that he wanted to have sex with her.
In the end, he kissed Meena and groped her ass.

My question was, although she must have suspected it and Tahir told her clearly, why did she let it get that far?
If she had left the room with Nadir, she could have prevented everything.

Where please is the judgement of the women or the male machismo in that statement?’


In this sense
Eine angenehme Nachtruhe und süße Träume

Lollobionda

Dear Lollo,


out of 10 men in the area, at least 7 or 8 want to be with Meena! This is happening even now when Meena is in her mid-40s. She is used to it otherwise she will have to spend the rest of her life on an island... It is what it is and Meena cannot hide because of it or to meet the will of billions of men who want the women walk around in a veil (HIJA.)...
 
Up until then, Tahir had behaved nothing other than a nice, friendly man and Meena never noticed anything different, nowhere in the story does it say anything like that, at least so far...
 
Kissing and groping happened ONLY in this last phase of the story, never before (so far)... How could Meena know or foresee it? Where does it say that Tahir had sexual interest in her or behaved in a suspicious manner in this regard? Only once, when looking at horses, did he briefly comment that it was more of an insult to Meena, as is normal between friends... I re-read what was written about Tahir in earlier parts of the story and there is nothing similar anywhere... Of all the men who appear here, Tahir in particular has been the one who has behaved in a completely civilized manner.
Gute Nacht, schlaf gut…
M.

[Salir]

Meena speaks:

I would love to read other readers' opinions and comments on this...

No matter what you mean, I certainly won't be offended if I hear that I am wrong..., 

especially if it's well-founded!

Kiss you all
M.

[Salir]

Your question is based on an assumption that Tahir made a move when Nadir was out for first 15 mins..we do not have proof of that timeline? 

My guess is Tahir might have started his flirting only after Nadir finally said he is going to the room to rest. Tahir would not have dared to flirt with Meena when Nadir was out for fresh air because he can return any min. Even then let's say they were watching albums and there are more left, Nadir left to his room. Is it necessary for Meena to leave unless she is suspecting something before Nadir leaves? Why would she suspect any misbehavior? Also while on alcohol if a male starts flirting and that too a close acquaintance like Tahir, it would have started more like fun rather than serious intentions, only after Tahir started going personal and started praising Meena on her body, Meena might have started to leave. 
Anyways since we did not get Meena's POV we do not know the details properly so I would not assume that Meena is hanging out with Tahir knowing he is misbehaving rather I would assume she started to leave when she started to realize things were getting out of control and that's when Tahir made a move. 

~RCF

M:
Thank you, actually, that is the correct and healthy summary and resulting outcome of what happened...

I think that is an unrealistic and not necessarily fair insult to Meena for, as you say, something that hasn't happened yet but could possibly happen!

In the hypothetical (but wrong!) version of the story, the best part is that when Nadir leaves the room for a walk and to get some fresh air (30 seconds? 30 minutes? who knows...), Tahir (Tahir in particular? don't forget, that's not Jalal but Tahir!), immediately becomes active and says or does something indecent!

Last word from me: To be honest, I'm not afraid to admit what really happened, if another version corresponds to reality, be sure that I would have told the truth after such a long time, as I would otherwise!

We'd better wait... Salir/Nadir will be home soon and will continue to tell the story...

Kiss you all,
M.

[Salir]

Firstly, I would like to thank our readers for the interest they have shown in our story. We will soon exceed the 20,000 mark 
(together with "an old debt..." that would be over 150,000).

Secondly, due to lack of time, I was unfortunately not been able to follow the story here for a few days and perhaps comment on comments from friends. This was due to work-related reasons (I had to take over a colleague's shift because he was ill).

Meena has expressed her opinions here. 
I would have just said "let's wait!".

With a book, you start reading and if any questions arise or you are not sure about something, you read on without waiting. 
Unfortunately, here you have to wait until the author has the time or the desire and continues writing or posting!

In any case, I thank you for the precise comments as well as intelligent questions and answers and ask you to keep it up...

Have a niche time
Salir,

PS: I hope I can post the next update tomorrow.

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (I)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
The next day, as an exception, I got up earlier. It was only after about half an hour when I was
 
back from a short walk that Meena opened her eyes and when she saw me dressed, she asked if
 
she had slept too long. I lay down on the bed next to her, kissed her and hugged her warm body.
 
"No, I was earlier, exceptionally,” I said, “That was nice last night," I added after a short pause.
 
Meena thought about it for a moment and then smiled, "I'm glad that you're your old self again, or
 
more precisely that Lord has woken up again," and touched me briefly.
 
I asked, "Was it really like you told me, I mean, was Tahir so rude?".
 
Meena got a serious face for a moment and looked at me, "Do you think I'm lying?".
 
"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" I kissed her on the lips again.
 
"Me? Exaggerate? Why do you think that about me? Do you really think that I would exaggerate or
 
lie about something like that? Really…". She shook her head and rolled her eyes, whether she
 
was insulted and irritated. I thought I said something wrong again. I sensed she is waiting for my
 
reactions as she raised her head and looked into my eyes.
 
"I don't know..." I stuttered.
 
Meena suddenly raised her eyebrows for a moment and then her expression changed completely,
 
and she started laughing, "The answer is, yes, I did it on purpose," and then continued, "Yes, Tahir
 
was a bit tipsy, perhaps more than a bit, he was really drunk, but he was just admiring my looks
 
and stressing what a lucky guy you are. The poor lumberjack doesn't dare do anything, at least not
 
 to start anything serious with me when you are around. He made no mistakes, no nonsense, he
 
just said what he thinks about me and he didn't ask any questions other than about our lives and
 
when and how we met and what it's like between us, so, nothing sexual, then just about our
 
families and so on.
 
He only asked if we didn't want to have children. That was later, near the end. When I answered
 
 that unfortunately I couldn't have one, he probably thought or felt for a moment that I was sad
 
about it and hugged me to comfort me. Then I said now I am tired and have to go to sleep,
 
and I, kissed him on the cheek. He then wished us all the best and that was it.
 
"Then you deliberately misled me, you wicked thing," I said.
 
 "Yes, I love that looks on your face when you hear such a thing, you know it,”, and she giggled,
 
“, but it was a good opportunity because I think, no, after last night I am sure that he is interested
 
in me, but the poor guy doesn't dare do anything inappropriate,". Meena giggled.
 
I said, "I thought that he wouldn't do something like that, he has a girlfriend and he's too decent,”.
 
“I don’t know about this girlfriend story of them, somehow their relation is strange for me…” She
 
argued.
 
I asked, “Have you asked him about his private life? Is something long-term planned with Sara?
 
Marriage or something?".
 
Meena responded, "No, I didn’t ask. You know when you're not there I don't ask people, especially
 
men, much about their private lives. That would often be interpreted as an attempt to get closer to
 
them on my part, and I don't want that. My experience shows me that it's risky,"
 
"Oh. okay, but it's interesting to know that he admires you and likes you, as a woman, anyway,
 
how did you come up with that?", I asked.
 
Meena smiled and then said, "How does a woman notice something like that? Very simple... the
 
most important thing is the looks, and I noticed that yesterday, but of course it could also be from
 
too much alcohol, we'll see...".
 
"Unless..." I mumbled...
 
"Unless? Have you again some fantasies?  what... that I provoke him? Do you want me to
 
participate in your new Tahir-seduce fantasy, you wicked Mister?", and then she giggled.
 
"Do you want it? Yesterday, what you told me about him was really verry exciting, it was fun and
 
had a good effect on me..."
 
"Are you serious?", Meena asked as if she didn't believe it.
 
I laughed and said," You know, I haven't changed, especially when I realize what effect something
 
like that had on my manhood."
 
"I'm happy that it's working again, but about your offer... hmmm... I don’t know, I still have to think
 
about it.", she touched my rod again, “He, this small Lord, is awake again, I like it how he
 
reacts…”, “, okay, now we should stand up.”
 
 
After breakfast we went with Tahir to see his new property, the vineyards, stables, and horses.
 
 These belonged to Jalal at the time and Tahir bought them from him. In the next two months
 
Cyrus, Jalal's son, was also planned to migrate to the USA. Tahir planned to buy the rest of
 
Jalal’s property, after his son left.
 
Meena chatted a lot with Li and Mei and played with Tahir's two dogs.
 
I had a riding lesson with Tahir and then it was time for lunch.
 
Tahir insisted that Meena to ride a horse, too, but Meena said that since childhood she had been
 
afraid. He said that he would be there to look after her, the horses are intelligent and very nice
 
animals, much nicer than people!
 
Meena said," Yes, I love horses very much. I'm not afraid of horses or of riding them in general."
 
It was noon and lunch time again and then time to say goodbye.
 
We invited Tahir to come to us, especially when he has something to do in the city, if he is not
 
otherwise interested. He said he will visit the couple, Mei and Li, but he is not interested in coming
 
to the city too often. He insisted that we are welcome to his farm at any time, on weekends or at
 
any other time.
 
We were home in half an hour and then sat down by the pool for a coffee and Meena started
 
 reading her book. After a short while she raised her head and looked at me then she approached
 
 her bathing lounger to me and sat up, "You know, we got a while to dinner," she said, pressing
 
into me as we held knowing eye contact.
 
"Yes?" I said.
 
"Yes." She spoke.
 
"Oooh," I said, biting my lower lip. "Have some ideas on how to spend that 'while.'?"
 
Meena nodded as she looked at my eyes.
 
"Want talk?" she asked in a soft voice.
 
"Always." I responded.
 
"Mmm, good. I have a sudden urge to see that look on your face and eyes," she said next to my
 
ear.
 
"Oh. You mean That kind of talk. Yes. I do, about something or somebody special?"
 
I could tell by the soft wet sounds of it that Meena smiled at my second answer. She got close to
 
my ear again, nibbling on it as she spoke.
 
" What do you think? A special fantasy? ", and after looking in my eyes she continued, ", you get
 
that look even when it is just talking, you know.", she giggled.
 
"I do?" I asked.
 
"Uhm... Makes me horny to see it," she whispered soft, giving me a kiss on my chin. "It makes me
 
feel so sexy Nadir…"
 
"Mm… Yes, then we should talk, please," I said.
 
Meena cracked another grin and a little laugh and said, “, do you want to tell me the fantasy you
 
have?”.
 
"Love to," I said, ", although I would like you to tell me, I mean how you are with another one...".
 
Meena's expression dropped.
 
I guess she was thinking that the slightest idea or suggestion of her wanting or needing someone
 
other than me... not even for real, even the fantasy talk from her, was always somehow risky after
 
our recent problems.
 
Perhaps then, probably she thinks, the fantasy talk or hopes of it goes right out the window…
 
I wanted to make it easier for her, then I dared to say, "Tahir, for example, he is a bit like Mansour
 
isn't he?" I thought for a moment and then, "You 'miss … You miss him, baby?"
 
"But we saw him two hours ago”, she giggled.
 
"You know what I mean silly," I said and looked at her face, waiting.
 
"Yeah, I knew what you meant,", she replied, thinking how to respond.
 
I said, “This is normal baby, you loved your uncle, and I understood and accepted that too,”, trying
 
to play if off for her in order to keep things going.
 
But Meena was stuck I could tell.
 
"I really do know what you think baby," I said but Meena still had a funny look.
 
"Come on baby, I was teasing." That wasn't working so I tried something else. "Meena, I know
 
what you are about to say and that you feel you say it to me is too much, so let me say it for you...
 
Okay? So, you know I know."
 
"I don't know what you want to hear, Nadir... Let's change the subject, I'm afraid...", Meena
 
pleaded.
 
"To hurt me? Because you love or loved your uncle? No, I won't be hurt, I'll be hurt if you share my,
 
our love with someone else, do you understand?" I asked.
 
"'Okay.", She replied.
 
"I know the only person you could ever miss or miss anything with, is me, you want to say…", I
 
said and added, “as your Man and your lover,”
 
"Yes," she said as if checking off a list.
 
"You don't have a specific want for anything to happen, or a need for it to, ever. And Meena, I
 
don't either. In spite of all. Okay? In spite of what I like to fantasize about or see, I don't need it.
 
You know that in your heart."
 
Meena smiled up at me with love in her eyes and we kissed quick. "I do.", she said.
 
"But as I was saying to make my point...I know you never do want another one if I do not tell you.
 
Because if you did, it would suggest you want or need other than what you have: me."
 
"Yes, yes, just if you want or wish…", she emphasized.
 
"I know, I'm telling this," I reminded.
 
"… Sorry, yes I miss him very much, but I miss my uncle, I miss him only as someone who
 
misses his or her closest relatives…",
 
"I know baby, whatever else after his, Mansour’s stupid, immoral act, happened, anything that has
 
happened was because you sensed I was wanting it to. That happened cause you knew you were
 
going to see and enjoy the look on my face when I saw it happen. But even still, you never wanted
 
it to on your own. Right so far?", "I know. Okay? I know.", I said and waited.
 
Meena just nodded. I kissed her and she spoke up.
 
"Nadir, you have to understand I really, really mean those things and …"
 
"Meena? You nutcase, I just say this to you... I only can say this because I understand it and
 
 believe you mean it. I know that you don't want or need anyone in any way besides me. Ever.
 
You only ever indulged me. The only way you could ever have enjoyed yourself completely and
 
sufficient satisfactory, was by seeing that look of satisfaction on my face, and that I am
 
completely..."
 
Meena made a face, and I had to stifle a laugh.
 
"These things I'm repeating back to you, will never change. Am I still right so far?"
 
Meena took in and let out a deep breath of relief.
 
"Yes. Nadir…" she said slowly.
 
I didn't let up.
 
"Meena, I'm stuck with you forever, no matter what. Even if I wanted to leave, or sell you off, or just
 
plain run away... For ever with you, in your mind…"
 
"Hey! Enough, I understand…" she said.
 
"...Yes? I want say even if I run away, it never works, because you would hunt me down, and
 
shackle us together. And God! I try to make it clear here that you would never let me dow…"
 
"All right!! I got it… I got it… we got it…'" she said, looking around. "Enough!"
 
"You know why? Because, so high irresistible, so magnetic you are," I teased, pulling her to me.
 
"Yes… Of course, you silly…", she grumbled, trying to pull away from me. I didn't let her go. She
 
struggled harder, I was trying not to laugh because she was still serious. "Nadir...Mmghh!
 
Let....me....go!" she huffed as I slowly pulled her up to me. I tried to force a "lips closed" kiss on
 
her until she relented. Even though I was practically lifting her off she put up a good fight.
 
But I do not give in and stick to it until she stopped struggling and began to kiss me back. But I
 
 couldn't help grin at Meena's futile struggling attempts moments earlier and, while starting to smile
 
 too, she pushed away from me again. This time I let her go.
 
"You bad, bad man!" she said, punching my chest as I stifled laughter. " I kissed you and you
 
started laughing. where is your behaviour? You bad boy..."
 
I took her hand and held her open palm to my lips for a long kiss of it, maintaining eye contact with
 
her, as I did.
 
"Baby, I know that sentimentalism is important to you. It is for sure to me too," I said, pulling her
 
 back to me with easy success. She fell into me with her chin up and lips pursed, as positive
 
signal. We kissed, then hugged again.
 
"Look, the truth is I like hearing fantasies from you, a lot, even how real they sound, no matter how
 
many times you would tell me and how… how dirty they could be", I said.
 
"Really you do?", Meena asked.
 
"Yes, I do, really…” I answered.
 
"Promise for ever?", she asked again.
 
"Promise. I would say we shouldn't constrict the words we use to express ourselves, our fantasies,
 
or even our wishes during talk because we know how we feel about each other, and I don't want
 
that to limit the fun we have when we talk fantasy or whatever. Because I like getting so lost in that
 
kind of talk we can't tell if we are serious or not. That's what makes it fun. This uncertainty,
 
crossing the line between fantasy and reality but not knowing if we are over it... In the end, if there
 
is mutual security, then it is harmless... can't do any harm, you are armoured... ", I thought for
 
a moment. Meena was thinking too, I added,
 
"I believe that we have reached a level that you should never say or think, ‘I shouldn't have used
 
those words,’ or ‘I shouldn’t, done this and that,’ or ’this was not not what I meant to say or to
 
do’, I mean…"
 
Meena interrupted me, “I know what you mean, Nadir… We are deep in…”.
 
I made the same, “Yes, deep or high… love or understanding…To lose yourself and to became
 
one with... with…”.
 
“I know… Unity of love, in love,”, she spoke enthusiastic like an explorer.
 
“Yes, that’s better…Unity…”. I said.
 
Meena was nodding the whole time. "I understand completely..."
 
“We automatically attach most great importance to always putting each other first. There can be no
 
room for jealousy, right?”
 
"You are right," she said, lowering her gaze to kiss my chest.
 
"So sometimes we bring up a slight jealousy scene to not be boring, and even though we know
 
and are sure where we stand with each other, "
 
"Exactly Nadir."
 
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (II)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
I spoke. "But I’ll be never get angry or injured from you or what you do or say or how you do what,
 
Meena, because of this security, this unity, ","Okay?"
 
She didn't answer, I reared back to look her in the eye. "'Okay?"
 
"'Okay...", she said slowly.
 
I leaned over and kissed her; she kissed me back.
 
"That says," I added "I like how, brought up or not, we speak about or not, we both see eye to eye
 
about not needing anything or anyone but each other. We come first. always. If, in the end the
 
fantasy or activity, which has also the root in fantasy, something occurs or is spoken, never the
 
love, the unity of us, suffers in quality and quantity, because of that, whatever and however and
 
with whoever it is…”
 
"Yes.", Meena affirmed.
 
"My focus is on you Meena, always…" I admited.
 
"And mine on you...", she spoke. ", yes...“, then she hugged me tight as she spoked against my
 
chest. "I like hearing that Nadir."
 
"I feel this way in my own private thoughts too," I added. "Well...they're not so private now but, you
 
know what I mean." I said.
 
"Oh Nadir me too. It means so much to me you telling me that, us talking about it. You say things
 
in a way I feel but can't put into words...at least not so well."
 
She looked up at me and I kissed her. While we were doing it, I was thinking of the fantasy I was
 
about to get into with Tahir, and in light of what we'd just discussed I had the sudden urge to say
 
something to Meena, but I didn't want to ruin the mood. I wanted now directly to address it with
 
her. My thoughts must have been obvious because her eye contact sharpened, and she tilted her
 
head.
 
"Tell me, Nadir, come, tell me…" she said softly.
 
"Meena, after what we just said to each other, I find there's something I need to add, to make
 
 clear. Nothing new. Well, not completely. And doesn't change what we just said, but..."
 
"Is it about me?" She asked,
 
"'Of course," I nodded.
 
"About something happening. For real?", she asked curiously.
 
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sort of...and not... Just, after what we said. It is about something
 
needn't happen ever at all. In light of those emotions and sentiments of us. I feel there's something
 
I have to... admit. I don't know why. Maybe it feels to me to be in spite of what we just discussed...
 
in some way. In spite of my having no need in that regard, there's something I still like to occur.
 
Or, just at our imagination, but at the same time I prefer… Real... I don’t know. It's weird."
 
Meena could tell I was thinking hard. She took both my hands in hers.
 
"It's okay," she said softly. "Don't constrict yourself, like you said, tell me, what you wish..."
 
I took in a breath. Meena just smiled warmly up at me.
 
I spoke slowly, "Meena I'm aroused right now, and I wish I wasn't, so that the point I'm trying to
 
make would take centre stage all by itself."
 
"Nadir..." she said softly. "It does. Okay? What you said just now? I'm right there with you on that. I
 
understand. Okay?"
 
"Okay," I nodded.
 
"Okay," she whispered. "So, tell me what you like to happen, what you wish.... I'm listening baby."
 
"Thank you... This is not telling you anything new, Meena. I said something similar when I first told
 
 you my fantasy of you. But that stuff is still fresh in my mind in the same way it was then. I'm only
 
bringing it up again because I somehow need to make my point, to...to get across what I think I'm
 
admitting. Okay?"
 
"Okay..." Meena replied as she looked up at me., and then abruptly said, “Let me guess…”.
 
"Yes, okay, but first let me to open this, aside from fantasy talk, and although we said what we just
 
did and I meant all that, there are pictures, some images that pop into my mind sometimes...and
 
just like then I like considering them for real. Not in order to make them happen or to say you to let
 
them happen; that's not in any way like it. But I like considering them...as real. I like it. Can I just
 
tell you some? Not to talk dirty to you. I mean...this isn't to be sexual here. It's gonna sound it, but
 
it isn't meant to be. I don't mean for it to affect you, okay?"
 
Meena came up to hug me and stayed like that, stroking my hair. "Okay..."
 
I took a deep breath.
 
"There are some flashes...of images..." I was hesitating.
 
"Tell me, nadir…" Meena whispered.
 
I paused a moment longer, then continued. "Flashing images..." I took another deep breath.
 
"Images... of your eyes squinting and rolling. Of your mouth hanging open. Of a pair of tight denim
 
shorts pulled over your ass. Of a hand running over it and down...
 
Of a hand cupping your breast and tweaking a nipple. Of a big cock thrusting back and
 
forth between your spread pussy lips... and of one of the many times he stayed inside you and
 
tensed with a spurt of seed..."
 
I sensed and heard Meena swallow as I tried to get this out.
 
"...I see you; your arms are dangling in front of you, probably because you are bent over and being
 
held by either your shoulders or your... your hair... and being fucked from behind. Images of jets of
 
cum being shot across your face and body... Images of hands grabbing your bare hips. Of fingers
 
rubbing your groomed pussy."
 
"My groomed…" Meena blurted out softly, briefly pausing her caresses, "Uh!... ...My God," she
 
said so quietly that I could only hear with difficulty.
 
"Rubbing your pussy so fast... so fast it brings you to your knees... images of your small hand
 
wrapped around a large penis shaft... of your mouth stuffed so incredibly full, a hand on the back
 
of your head..."
 
Meena's was breathing heavily; I noticed that she wasn't trying to press herself against me with
 
her embrace. She was gentle as if trying not ot disturb me as I voiced my thoughts. Then she
 
kissed the back of my neck, then leaned her head against me, stroking my hair and listening.
 
"All of these images have their origin in the imagination of men... the men who we know…
 
I'm there, just watching you and what they're doing to you and how you react... And you're looking
 
at me, instinctively and dutifully, wondering if you're doing right... if you're giving these men relief
 
in a right way. And you know that just looking at you arouses me. but there is no one in them that
 
you pay more attention to or that excites you more... There is no particular man in them that you
 
like better or that you are more interested in or you have a feeling for... And it is not about it being
 
a particular person, Meena. Or that you are with a particular man. Someone beside me or in my
 
place. You behave if you like all of them, not them but what they are doing, and you watch and
 
love how I feel, what I will. They are just there to serve you and help you to where we, or maybe
 
just I, want you to be... I don't know if I ever made that clear."
 
"You never had to," she said softly, briefly turning her head up to kiss my neck as she scrunched
 
up a fist full of my hair.
 
"For me it is not and has never been a fantasy of wife sharing thoughts. Or even a... a fantasy of
 
cuckolding. Just... a ‘Meena fantasy’. Just the simple, standalone fact of something being done to
 
you, as in the pictures I see you, and in particular and always, most important your... Your initial
 
and individual mind and body reactions. I don't know, it's hard to explain better, this simple
 
fact that I'm mentioning here, because I know we use some general and blanket term for
 
everything… But here when I am talking about you, this is just for a Meena Fantasy.., and it
 
belongs to me."
 
"Oh, my Nadir, I understand you, I really do... Oh baby," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my
 
chest as she continued caressing me.
 
"And... There's no reason to it Meena. No reason if they, these images and pictures are coming or
 
going, at leat not consciously reason for why or how these images come or happen or whatever.
 
And the images themselves do not instigate a plan or a want or need for something to happen
 
about them or about us. Again, they're a stand alone type thing. They're fleeting and gone. You
 
know I like them, because you are in them".
 
"Do you consider them… I mean how real…” Meena asked.
 
"Considering them for real? I like them Meena. Even if...we both don't need anyone or thing...or
 
even to talk fantasy...I like to consider them for real anyway, for me…" I took a deep breath. "What
 
I see in these images Meena... I can't deny that I like it. I don't understand why I do. I just do. I like
 
it a lot."
 
Meena reared back to look up at me. With a very slow and affectionate "Ohhh baby…" she
 
took my face in both her hands and hugged me again. "I know," she said soft and soothingly
 
as she resumed stroking my hair. "I know you do..."
 
"Meena I would kill and die for you... What we discussed a moment ago about doesn’t need
 
something or somebody or some fantasy ever, this doesn't change, but neither does the other for
 
me, that what I just told you. I like it, and I enjoy it.”
 
"I know you do," she repeated softly.
 
"I could also stop if you wanted me to, to talk about..."
 
"You know I don't want that and probably wouldn't ask you to if I did Nadir."
 
"I'd want you to if you did Meena. And then I'd naturally try to stop them. Do you believe me?"
 
She turned her head up for a kiss, then went back to hugging me and stroking my hair.
 
"Nadir that's the truth."
 
"Meena I have the feeling that you don't think about my fantasies when we're not talking about it.
 
A least not so often..." I said.
 
She looked up at me, speaking softly, "Nadir...I don't. I honestly don't. It's just...the way it is. Is that
 
okay?"
 
I just gave a smile at her.
 
"Is it?" she asked again, looking unsure of whether she should have told me that.
 
"Of course it is okay, Meena." I spoke.
 
"I guess because I don't want anyone else except you," she said, ", this is why I just don't think of it
 
on my own.", she thought for a moment. Then, looking up at me added, "Nadir if I do something
 
like buy a certain pair of panties I think of you, or I'm by myself and become aroused over
 
something, it's with you and only you in my mind. That's what...does it for me. You. It's automatic
 
and natural. As far as your fantasy or those images goes,”,” and me acting or thinking on
 
them…on my own or when I'm alone...I just...don't. I mean, I might in as far as trying to do
 
something for you. Or…if I think you might want to talk about it, which usually happens when I'm
 
with you."
 
Meena thought a moment and then sighed. "Oh man...I'm not sure I know how to explain that,
 
Nadir,"
 
“But when I talk about, or you see my looks…” I said, to interrupt her to keep her calm about that.
 
"Yessss. Exactly. My God I was wondering how I was gonna explain what I meant I'm so glad you
 
said that. In exactly that way Nadir."
 
I smiled and Meena jabbed me playfully.
 
"But," she continued, "...on my own? As in, for me? I... I just don't. I think of you. But sometime
 
when I am excited and aroused, no matter what the reason, a movie, a scene, a book, or I wear a
 
sexy underwear. I think of you and if or how it can drive you crazy… Then yes… it makes me hot
 
and hotter… only because of how something or some happening makes you look at me," Meena
 
smiled at her play on words with pop up onto her toes. "It's for you!"
 
I smiled back.
 
"You know what's in my heart Nadir."
 
"Of course, but tell me more..."
 
"What I did with others? Did I on its own and without you in mind? I didn't, doesn't and just
 
couldn't do anything for me or someone, without you. And even you being away? Yes, it make me
 
feel sexy and aroused and do things and get into it… but even then, when I was into it...there's a
 
part of me, the main part of me which is busy with… with that act… that was...tuned in to you. Or
 
in tune with you. No matter what you saw or heard, part of my enjoyment was centered around
 
you. My physical and mental enjoyment. Does that make sense?"
 
"Yes, Meena but, it's important to me that you let go and you enjoy..., this makes me aroused to
 
feel it…To see it…" I said.
 
"I did, I let go. Just...I don't think like you think I did. I can't explain it. It's like...When I did it was
 
through you, not on my own. I never felt like you were ever only just...there... or just watching me,
 
 like I was off on some adventure, and you were viewing it. Whenever something happened, there
 
was something going on between you and me in spite of anything or anyone else," Meena said,
 
 waving her index finger back and forth between us. "And that goes for every time, when I was into
 
 it, or letting go as you say. In a way...I could see what you did, in my head. Or I was seeing it.
 
 I really could. I saw what you did and somehow felt what you did and heard it the way you
 
did and... and... And then my God it would all be confirmed when I'd see that look on your face. Do
 
you understand?"
 
"I'm starting to."
 
"And I like it that way. Because it means it's...mm..."
 
"Always us," I said.
 
"Yesss...that is it, exactly...", she said.
 
"Okay."
 
"I let go baby... Okay?"
 
"Okay Meena."
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (III)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"Nadir, I know my own thoughts and feelings on this. Understand? Let me go my way..."
 
I smiled at Meena's insistence on all this, a knowing gleam in her eye as she stared up at me. I
 
couldn't resist and pulled her up to me for a much longer kiss. It ended nice and slow.
 
"Mmm, I like that," she cooed softly with her eyes still closed and a lick of the lips. "More."
 
We kissed more. A lot more. We finally broke off so I could finish what I was saying.
 
"Well...Meena I guess what I'm admitting is...I do think of those images, or see them... Or
 
rather...they come to me..."
 
"Outside the fantasy?" she asked. "When we're not talking about it or as another person is there?"
 
I nodded.
 
"When you are not… or we are not alone?", asked again to be sure if she heard correctly.
 
I nodded again. "Just sometimes," I said. "Not a lot, but...".
 
"Sometimes," she said.
 
I nodded.
 
Meena though for a moment.
 
"Nadir, sometimes or a lot even. I appreciate your sharing your thoughts and always want you to
 
 but... Baby... How are different those times? I mean when someone other is present, I guess
 
mostly or even always a man or men… Am I right?”, She asked.
 
I nodded again.
 
“ Then, you should tell me at once or immediately afterwards at the first opportunity, that is what I
 
want... Or... You think it's obvious and you don't need to tell me…"
 
I thought for a moment. I just rolled my eyes and looked around, not knowing how to answer. It
 
had, but I couldn't explain what Meena had just pointed out to me.
 
"Nadir...oh baby..." she said, squeezing me as tight as she could, planting kisses all over my chest
 
and on her way up to my lips. Then softly next to my ear "I don't see it as different, no, difference if
 
you are alone or with me or someone else… They are your images and your fantasies and if you
 
share them with me then ours… I appreciate if you do share… My baby…”
 
“Release yourself from… Mmmmm," she moaned and kiss to it. "You should not hesitate in first
 
telling me your these fantasies,”, "My baby...I mean, I can see how you might have felt bad or
 
concerned had I recoiled from any bit of it..."
 
"I would Meena." I said.
 
"And I know that. You're not sure... You have doubts about how I might react. So caring... I know
 
you have to carry a crushing burden for however long, that means I never have to carry a bit of it, I
 
don't think that's good... you should talk to me... everything... no matter how..."
 
I nodded.
 
", but to bear any weight from it is...unnecessary. You're feeling bad or concerned and that's
 
because you love me and you're always looking out for me, even if sort of blindly...and that makes
 
me happy, but this is not good, Okay? I know now, you think of things or images, even wisches,
 
even when not around me, and I understand it. Believe me Nadir, these things makes me feel
 
sexy. Sexy to you. Then you should speak out." Meena emphsized.
 
"That's a big part of it for me; is how sexy you are and hoe sexy you feel...". I said.
 
"If it makes you feel better Nadir, as far as what I get out of any of this? it's that. You make me feel
 
so incredibly sexy baby. And that goes for what we've done. I felt...so sexy then too. And
 
ultimately, that's because of you too. Because of how you were watching me, seeing me and
 
thinking of me because of it. Made me feel so sexy. But anyway, this thing you feel you're
 
admitting to me, it's something I know already, I felt it but not exactly, how it is... Your images and
 
fantasies." We both smiled at that.
 
I finally looked her in the eye and she at me smiling.
 
"You know I'm right. Don't you?" she said. "You just like having something to worry about." I was
 
 just blinking at Meena. "Look at you," she said. "It's hitting you hard that you know I'm right."
 
Meena was trying not to laugh in case I was still not seeing her point. But she was right and she
 
 knew I knew she knew it. I started laughing and she did too.
 
"Gotcha," she grinned, hugging me again. "It's usually you dissecting things for me to see. This
 
surgeon habit… combined with a small amount of philosophical stuff from your complicated
 
brain…" Meena was beaming up at me as she laughed.
 
"I'm glad we had this talk, Nadir. I liked all of it."
 
"Me too. I think we've always been on the same page Meena. We're just making sure of it, that's
 
all. And I'm glad. It makes me feel good.”
 
"It makes me feel good too," she said. "I needed it."
 
Meena was lightly twisting me side to side as she hugged me, gently caressing my hair...only
 
stopping to plant a kiss on my chest and then rest her cheek back against it.
 
We hugged like this for a long while, my head resting on hers. I might have been fine after a
 
moment but she kept it up, coiling her arms tighter around me, the whole time.
 
"You know how I think of all this?" I mused as we stayed in each other's arms.
 
"Hmm," she peeped without looking up.
 
"Just like with our marriage and everything else we do in life, when it comes to all that but my point
 
is this fantasy thing and how we approach it, even when just talking about it like this... I think about
 
what you said, always “US”. Well...I think yes, that is the best way to tem it: a Team, US, we are a
 
team… you and me… We are the crew; we are the team…"
 
"A team?" she asked with soft but apparent disbelief as she reared back enough to look up at
 
me. "Did you just say we're a team??"
 
I nodded.
 
She hugged me tight again.
 
"Yes, a team, a united team against them all, Meena," I said.
 
"Hmmm," she smiled again. "I like that a lot."
 
"Me too," I said. " Meena, when something happens, of all the people involved, it is you and I who
 
have the higher agenda. We're the ones running the show. You and me."
 
"A team," she said soft, then, "Hmmmmm."
 
I felt Meena's breathing get heavier. And I felt her swallow hard.
 
"A team running a show? How?" she asked softly, asking more to hear than to find out. But she
 
knew I knew that.
 
"In our show they find relief as they want...". I spoke.
 
“How?”, Meena asked and waited. I sensed she is sexually excited.
 
“How far you or we let them,”, I wanted to tease her.
 
“With me? In my body?”, her voice was a bit hoarsely.
 
“Yes, "...inside my wife... Inside you."
 
 
"Mmmm," Meena sighed against me, pressing herself against my half erected rod, after this last
 
part of our talk.
 
Meena slowly looked up at me, eyes half closed, looking as though she had just cum. We met just
 
as slowly in a long, single, sensual yet loving kiss, which took forever for our lips to completely
 
separate. The wet smacking sound that came from it was so unique, the only sound that could be
 
heard, that surely the whole world must have heard it. I kissed her on the head, not shying away
 
from inhaling her scent loud enough to be heard.
 
"Nadir, you make me feel so... so intense and clear, I sense love and lust at the same time. Do you
 
know that?... Do you know that?" she repeated to me. "Just... I... I love you so much,  I
 
love you so much..."
 
"Mmmm. I like it when you go off and swear like that," I said, resting my cheek on her head.
 
"You inspire me," she replied warmly, smiling at herself for quoting me, I could just tell from her
 
voice. I pulled back to look down at her.
 
"You're so sweet," I told her.
 
"Do you like it?"
 
"Yes, I love it…" I said, giving her another peck on the head.
 
"Still going to tell me?" she asked just as adorably. 'About this recent fantasy you been step in  
 
your head?'" she added. "Still want to?" As if she couldn't have guessed by the erection I was
 
pressing against her.
 
"Still want to," I said.
 
"Please, I still want you to.", she insisted.
 
"Good," I grinned.
 
I reached over and grabbed her lime juice, drinking half of it and handing the rest to her. She
 
finished the rest with an "Okay? Waiting…"
 
"You know in the farm…" I said.
 
"You are speaking about Jalal? Right?" she said if a matter of fact.
 
"No… no silly, this time with...” I said.
 
“Tahir’s farm, I know, I tease you…”, she giggled.
 
“Okay… but before my fantasy… You didn’t answered my question,”, I sspoke.
 
“Which question? Are you now trying to tease me?”, she said.
 
“No, no… I asked if Tahir is a bit like Mansour? I think…”, I answered.
“Yes, superficially speaking, yes, I don't know”, she replied, thinking.
 
"Anyway, it was in his farm, my fantasy I mean..." I said.
 
"With him?! Me with him in your fantasy?, with that lumberjack?" she answered laughing.
 
“Yes, I got pretty horny,”, I answered.
 
“especially when you both stood so close to each other, even touching each other, I could not help
 
it" I tried to keep not to exaggerate and waited for her answer.
 
Meena was horny and I didn't want to stifle that. Luckily, she was on the same page.
 
"I know..." she said. "I sensed it today, I mean his interest", she answered and then looked at me,
 
“You make me hot, Mister, do you know it?”, She saif and giggled.
 
"I prefer to just think of you as being in heat," I said.
 
"Mmm, I like when you say that about me. Makes me feel sexy." Meena complained with a glint in
 
her eye.
 
"You are sexy," I told her.
 
"And it makes me feel horny," she added, staring at me.
 
"It makes who feel what now?" I asked, looking around.
 
"Sexy, hot, horny," she said simply and softly.
 
"You fell in love with me, because of it, because I do this...". I said.
 
"That is part of cause…", she winked,
 
"You love my fantasies, the next part of cause," I said as she reached to plant several kisses on
 
my chin.
 
"I love them too," she whispered soft and sexy between them.
 
"And you..."
 
"What about me?" she asked still giving me kisses.
 
"You like to help them to…to...". I stuttered…
 
“To help you, not them, not to help tha bad fantasied… But you…”, and continued kissing.
 
"Okay, to help me to give them life!", I said a little unsure if it fits.
 
Meena looked at me all sexy and seductive like, "I'm all yours big guy... As you wish, and as the
 
Lord wishes,", she said slowly, while she touched my erect cock.
 
We slowly ground against each other, smiling and kissing.
 
“I think I have to go into the kitchen, if you want to have a dinner, we cann continue this later…”,
 
she said and stood up and moved towards the door. I also got up quickly and followed her.
 
"Okay then. We have two minutes still, I can wait. How about...mm, how about you come over
 
here," I said, taking Meena by the hand and turning her to face the wall of building next to door.
 
"And hands u-, there you go," I said gently.
 
 as she placed her hands against the wall in front of her. "You know the drill young lady. Now take
 
your stance. "
 
"You're going to tell me like this?" she asked and giggled as she adjusted her footing and putting a
 
little arch in her lower back.
 
"I'm going tell you while you're like this," I said. "I want to play with you while I do," I whispered in
 
her ear.
 
"Really? I like that baby. I like having you play with me when you tell me such things," she said,
 
leaning over for a single tongue filled, very wet and smiling kiss.
 
Meena looked pleasantly surprised as she looked around. I thought about her carefree behavior,
 
given the raunchy scene I was about to narrate to her while I took off her her loose shirt and then
 
unclasped her bra. She automatically raised her arms up for me and replaced her hands against
 
the wall. I gave her pants covered ass a little slap.
 
"Oh!" she playfully yelped.
 
Meena looked and smelled incredible. All, standing there for me wearing nothing but her pants; her
 
perfect little body, naked from the waist up; tight and beautiful, but not too lean; looking like a little
 
porn star with a phenomenal ass and womanly hips; and those two little dimples at the small of her
 
back that open and close with any arch or tilt of the hip.
 
I could smell her. Her good smelling ass pussy indeed. Meena's pussy is like the rest of her: hot
 
and perfect. Extremely wet when she's aroused... It tastes like feminine laced warm honey butter.
 
And feels like a silky warm glove on my cock.
 
And her sexy breasts. Meena has perfect sized breasts that hug her chest like firm but feminine
 
cutlets. Her areolae are naturally protruding; they do even more when sucked on, and are topped
 
by beautiful nipples. There is little to no sag in her tight breast meat.
 
Taking in her sexy perfection... Thinking of what I was going to say... About my perfect wife... I took
 
a deep breath and let it out slowly, then sighed an exasperated "Wow..."
 
"Oh," she said excitedly waiting, "This doesn't sound like a regular version of that fantasy you're
 
thinking of. Now I'm curious."
 
"Oh... Just looking at you is all... My hot wife. My horny girl?”. I spoke.
 
"Hmmmm, I like that," she grinned, leaning toward me.
 
"Yes? That's okay with you?" I asked as we kissed.
 
"Very. My naughty Mister," she smiled as we kissed again.
 
"That's very cool," I said between my kisses.
 
"Yes? You're cool with that?" she asked between hers.
 
"Very."
 
"Yes?", she asked hoarsely.
 
"Hmmm," I smiled.
 
"I love you Nadir.", she moaned.
 
"I love you Meena."
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (IV)

Nadir’s Narration:
 
We kissed a little bit longer, smiling through most of them. It was great.
 
"So..." she said when we finally managed to stop.
 
"Wow!... So... It's one I've been somehow hesitant about. This fantasy."
 
"Oh? Should I be frightened?"
 
"Mm, maybe.... It's men we don't know exactly how they act, so..."
 
"Men? More than one?"
 
Again, I paused. Meena turned her head to look at me.
 
"Mm...it's just something that sort of developed on its own in my mind, and I let it. I'll understand if
 
it doesn't feel right to you or-"
 
"Stop," she said, placing a finger over my lips. "Are you there? In this? Are you there with me and
 
those men?"
 
I reared my head back. "Meena I'm always there. You know that."
 
She blinked at me. ", yes sorry… Okay..."
 
"Meena you never have to ask that. I'm surprised at you," I tried to sound half angry and hurt,.
 
She looked dejected. "Iam so sorry, baby, " she said, straining for a kiss. "It was just the way you
 
began. With that...warning."
 
"Well?" I scolded, "There never would have been a fantasy to start with if I was never in it with
 
you. Never ever, wife." I could tell Meena was about to say something again, so I place my left
 
index finger across her lips.
 
" Yes, sir. Husband," came her muffled reply. To her lustful surprise I slid my finger in her mouth
 
and she quickly got serious again, sucking on it as she stared at me.
 
"Just, let me tell it... Just..." I said as she slowly worked my finger with her soft little mouth. What
 
I'd done was backfiring. She caught this and turned to face me, using both her hands to hold my
 
finger to her, which she knew I loved. "And-...God…" I blinked. I felt myself leaning into her and
 
lose my concentration. Meena smiled over my finger. I swallowed and tried to continue. She was
 
making it difficult. On purpose. "And... And Meena, I don't even know if I... How I feel about this,
 
this fantasy." I took a deep breath and swallowed as she stared intently at me. "It's one of those
 
things that...that...you think of and know that it can never really be..."
 
She slowly shook her head no as she danced her tongue under my finger.
 
"...because it's a way out there. It might seem a little harsh...toward you."
 
Meena was smiling at me as she continued her thing, "Hmmm," she hummed over it.
 
"God…" I looked at her and spoke.
 
"If it does, seem tough...just know that that aspect of it is...um...is my honest attempt at trying
 
to..."
 
She was nodding very slowly as she kept it up.
 
"...is my attempt to add a bit of reality to it. God damn that feels good."
 
Meena quickly switched to my thumb without breaking eye contact.
 
"Ohhh," I sighed, meeting her gaze through shutting eyes.
 
She smiled. Then purposely added some wet smacking sound to it.
 
"Oooh shit!" I sighed. "...Just know that...things that are...that are said, not meaning done or
 
do…in what I'm about to tell you..."
 
She was nodding with my words.
 
"...some of those things I'm... I'm not crazy about them Meena...
 
"Hm'mm," she shook her head.
 
"...but...I like it."
 
"Mm'hm," she hummed over my thumb. "Some of them," I said breathy quick.
 
Meena narrowed her eyes as she nodded and sucked in my thumb, then eyes closed she swirled
 
her tongue around my thumb, alternated between that and sucking on it.
 
"Ohhh that...that is hot Meena!" I whispered excitedly.
 
She let my finger go.
 
"Should I be angry about some of them?" she asked softly, kissing my hand.
 
I shook my head.
 
"But if you like them," she said even softer, kissing her up my arm as she used it to pull me to her.
 
"Yes, I like my fantasies…" I breathed quick.
 
"Some of them," she added softly.
 
Dizzy with lust I nodded quick and nervous like.
 
"Tell meeeee," she whispered into my mouth as we kissed.
 
It was hot and heavy. I couldn't resist reaching down and running my right hand over her pants
 
clad butts, getting an "Ooooh…" from Meena as I hit upon her wetness, and getting another when
 
 I reached up with my left to cup massage her right breast.
 
"Mmmm… Nadir…," she breathed out loud, breaking our kiss to let her lips mash drag along mine
 
as she pressed back at me with her left hip, threatening to turn and face me fully.
 
We pushed away from each other, with Meena breathing heavy as she faced the wall and gently
 
replaced her hands then her forehead against it.
 
"You can tell…?" she said softly, catching her breath. The hard on in my pants was poking against
 
her hip. "And you're already making me wet by what you just did, with your finger..." she added
 
breathily without looking at me this time.
 
"My finger?..." I groaned. "And this is from you, by the way," I said, pressing my tented erection
 
against her left hip. "Not from some fantasy."
 
Meena broke her contact with the wall to give me a smile and lick of her upper lip.
 
"Mmmm…" I breathed, using my strength to keep from ravaging her over that.
 
"Tell me,", she said. "Tell it to me.", Meena moaned barely audible.
 
"Shit..." I gulped hard. " Gold… Meena you are incredible. Just...the sexiest hot woman on the
 
planet... God damn."
 
"Hmmm!" she smiled to herself against the wall, her body just wavering side to side in
 
anticipation...and satisfaction.
 
I took a deep breath, let it out, and then proceeded.
 
"All right. For what ever reason, you and I have to take a bus from job to home...” I began.
 
Meena asked,” A bus? I thought we’ll be in farm…”.
 
“No, not this one, not this fantasy… we took the bus home. I know there isn't one around here,
 
but... I've met you at work, and for whatever reason we have to take the bus home."
 
Meena nodded. "Well, I don't see you in the way I'm going to say or describe it. Just the way
 
others there would probably see you. The way people there would see you...at least they would
after a while, see you so. Okay?" I spoke.
 
Meena nodded, "Okay...now I'm really curious. Please continue...", Meena added.
 
Again, I swallowed hard and went on, "It takes place at night or at dusk, inside a bus. One that
 
travels a long distance between stops. And for some reason it's not quite bright in there. It's bright
 
enough to see, but dark enough that when you pass streetlights...there are fleeting moments
 
where different parts of the interior are lit up, but not too bright."
 
Meena nodded. “I follow you.”
 
“Okay. So the car isn’t completely full, but it’s enough that everyone is pretty close together. All the
 
seats are taken. Something like that. But it doesn’t matter if there are seats or if anyone is sitting.
 
Only those who are standing. And it’s a little stuffy, but not suffocating. But people can smell each
 
other, okay?"
 
Meena suddenly exhaled and pressed her forehead to the wall.
 
" Nadir, that detail...do we need…" Meena asked.
 
"Yes, because you know where this is going." I answered.
 
Meena looked over at me, I just stared back until she leaned her head back against the wall.
 
"So initial 'view' is like a camera shot from above, and it starts at end of the bus, over a crowd,
 
inside the cabin of car. Even though the ceiling of bus isn't much higher, when it finally stops an
 
zooms in on you and me standing in the middle of a crowd, holding on to one of those things that
 
run along the inside that you hold on to for balance. As it is, a few passengers slipped between
 
us."
 
Meena looked at me funny.
 
"What things?"
 
"Huh?"
 
"What are we holding on to again?"
 
"It's not important... whatever it's called, but..."
 
"You mean a handhold?"
 
"Mm, I guess they're in there, but... I'm thinking one of those bars that..."
 
"A handhold."
 
"Meena…" I exhaled, rolling my eyes. "Baby, I'll never make it through this."
 
"Yes sir, exactly, pardon!" she said, saluting, and went to resume her position.
 
"Ughhh..." I groaned.
 
"Sorry…", she said.
 
"Okay," I sighed. "That was sweet what you did, but that makes me... make me fuck your brains
 
out."
 
"God!" Meena gasped. "Saluting?" She started to do it again and I grabbed her wrist.
 
"Young lady, I'm going to fuck your brains out. Now or when I'm done with my story...."
 
"Both?" she spat, unable to hold back her laughter.
 
"Meena!"
 
"Yes, sir!" she said, continuing with a serious look on her face. At that, my eyes closed and I
 
moaned again. Meena arched her back and blinked at me. "Really?? Wow!" she marveled. "Two
 
times?"
 
"You call me sir??" I asked, staring at Meena as if to say, 'How could you?'
 
"Really? Because it's a submissive thing or something?" Meena started to grin widely.
 
I raised my eyebrow at her."No. At least I don't think so. Not when it comes out like that. But this
 
story is about submission, you know, then it fits,”.
 
Meena watched in horror as I leaned closer, “Oh God, did I have to be scared?”., she said.
 
"Don't say it, Nadir." She immediately closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she turned
 
away from me, exhaling laughter through her nose.
 
"Yes, but just from me," I said, holding it up as she turned away from me again. "Hey, you can't
 
hide from me by just looking over there." I said, pressing my face to the side of her head and
 
kissing her left ear.
 
Meena's lips burst with laughter, but she kept trying to look away.
 
She sounded so sweet and young and just the same as when I first met her… and it touched me.
 
And I just took it all in and stood there. In love.
 
Meena waited and turned to look up at me, smiling and looking so pretty. I almost had tears in my
 
eyes. Meena saw it.
 
Her lips parted in wonder just like her appreciative eyes filled with love and she sighed softly and
 
sweetly with a weak and breathy "Ohhhhh" and turned to hold my face in her hands.
 
"I-..." I stammered.
 
"Yes, I know... me too," she whispered, nodding quickly and tiptoeing toward me with her eyes
 
closed.
 
The kiss was soft and sweet. It lasted only a moment... my "moment"... but the kiss lasted; long
 
enough to get hot and heavy again surprisingly quickly. No words needed to be said. This is what
 
usually happens to Meena, and the remedy is the same with her. It's an easily solved non-
 
problem, similar to watching the person you love sleep peacefully. If anything, what had just
 
happened to me only showed us that we were stronger than any fantasy. And the increasingly
 
sensual kiss only reminded us that we could safely open ourselves to it again. And if we weren't,
 
then our pressed together and aroused sexes did.
 
The kiss ended with several small but very loving and lustful ones. And I continued.
 
"But the point is," I said, meeting Meena in a quick kiss that she initiated.
 
"The point is..." she repeated with a wink, leaning her head against the wall.
 
"But the point is, that saluting you did and that word, sir, you said, that made my gun… you made
 
me…”  I searched after right word.
 
 
"… to want to fuck my brains out," she said to the wall.
 
"wow... God… yes or see some other one…" I said quietly, pressing my erection against her hip.
 
Meena immediately got serious, exhaling sharply as she stared over at me. "You make me hot…
 
somebody else to fuck my brains out??" she said, expressionless except for the glint of love in her
 
eyes.
 
"God, Meena… You can…" I began.
 
“…read your thoughts?”, she giggled.
 
"That would be enough," she said quietly. "Because it makes me..." Meena rolled her eyes,
 
smiling. "And it makes me love you."
 
We leaned in for another kiss, pulling apart so slowly that the smacking sounds went on forever.
 
I waited a moment, knowing where my fantasy was going. Meena leaned in and stole another
 
 quick kiss, then leaned her forehead against the wall and wiggled it for me. That was all I needed.
 
 I leaned close to her, placing my left hand gently on her stomach while I ran my right hand up and
 
down her ass. She exhaled deeply through her nose. And I continued where I left off.
 
To be continued…

[Salir]

Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 3 (V)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
"Okay... Inside darkened bus, at one end. You and me in the middle of a crowd, separated by a
 
few other passengers. ...It's a crowd of men, Meena."
 
She swallowed audibly.
 
"Men of different types, height, weight...men of different classes., okay?" I added.
 
Meena nodded.
 
"Good girl." I said.
 
She exhaled a nervous smile.
 
"You're holding onto one of those vertical grab bars Meena. And, you are dressed your usual hot
 
and classy self." Meena slowly turned to look at me all sexy like as I read off the list. "High heels,
 
panty hose, above the knee length black skirt and matching jacket...white blouse, pearl neckless
 
and golden earrings..."
 
"I love how you see me," she said. I winked and she returned her head to the wall as I continued.
 
"Fingernails painted red, hair loose, parted on one side. ... You have your thin leather briefcase,
 
which you hold by the handle with your right hand while you hold the grab bar with your left. Your
 
wedding rings are visible to anyone who's looking."
 
Meena swallowed hard and exhaled at that detail, so I leaned forward and pressed a breathy kiss
 
to her ear while groping her ass and holding her head against me while my left hand rested on her
 
right cheek. She turned to kiss me, and it almost got out of control again. But we managed to keep
 
it under control and I leaned back, and she leaned her head back against the wall and I continued.
 
"After several stops, the bus is full enough that some of the crowd...some of the men...are starting
 
to stand really close to us."
 
"We're facing each other? Are we close? You and I?" Meena asked, glancing sideways at me
 
without breaking contact between her forehead and wall.
 
I nodded.
 
"We started off right next to each other. But at one point, when one of us moved to allow for the
 
flow of incoming and exiting passengers, we got separated by a few feet...a few people. ...Okay?"
 
"Okay..." she said, closing her eyes, her voice soft and a bit delicate. This got to me. I cupped a
 
breast and leaned over and kissed Meena's head and held it, longer than I might have had she not
 
been pressing back against my lips.
 
I broke it with as faint a "Good girl," as I could whisper. Eyes still closed; Meena smiled just as
 
faintly, and I continued.
 
 
"Okay, we go on… There's a man standing directly behind you. He's a corpulent, round face
 
brownish from the sun with a beard and brown curly hair, looks mid-fiftees and higher than me…”,
 
I spoke.
 
“Just as like as Tahir…”, Meena whispered.
 
Yes, exactly… That is Tahir… He is wearing a bland colored jacket, open in the front. He seems
 
like someone that would otherwise be awkward and uneasy around someone like you; someone
 
classy, someone beautiful, especially in a public setting. Normally you wouldn't look twice at him,
 
this guy, Tahir. But you're not impolite to him. You don't move. You don't think much otherwise, but
 
you're nice to him like anyone. If you happen to see him drop something, you'd stoop to help him
 
pick it up, even if it meant you missed your stop. Okay? You're you, Meena."
 
"Oh, baby... Nadir I know you're not trying to be mean about it. I like how you described him, you
 
wanted me to imagine him, but you could say simply Tahir... Because I don't judge people."
 
"You're such a good person, Meena. It's so sexy," I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She turned it
 
toward me, then leaned her forehead back against the wall and smiled to herself.
 
"Nadir, I love the way you see me," she sighed, staring at her feet. ", you always include my heart
 
when you describe me. That's one of the reasons I think I can get carried away by what you want
 
and like. What's in my heart seems to make you like your fantasy even more. You're always aware
 
of that when we talk."
 
I could only smile at Meena. She was so sweet. "This is nice so far, Nadir," she said quietly to the
 
wall. "I can see the place, like you say? So... what was then?"
 
"So anyway...you might not otherwise look twice at him, Meena, but in this atmosphere though:
 
dark...in the midst of an otherwise equally unassuming crowd... he is right at home. Unnoticed by
 
the masses he's among. At first he was just near by, but he saw us come in. He has watched you.
 
He has seen others shuffle past or stand close and then leave. He's waited his turn."
 
Meena caught those words as soon as I'd said them. "His turn?“ she repeated softly.
 
"To get next to you. To stand behind you. You notice him move past. I do. But you don't think much
 
of it at first because it's just the nature of a crowded bus. But he makes his way. And you notice,
 
maybe even curiously, or even annoyingly, as he shuffles by, that he wedges his way behind you.
 
But...so have others on their way in. On their way out. But it's dark, so you're not certain if he's
 
stopped behind you. It's hard to tell. But if it is not him it is going to be another one. And so you just
 
stand there like anyone else does."
 
She exhaled softly, slowly rising up on the balls of her feet as I ran my hand down over her pants
 
covered ass.
 
"But this man, Tahir, Meena. He knows what he is doing. He makes the effort to stand next to you,
 
he's taken advantage of the crowd, the noise, the lack of light... Because he sees you, and he
 
sees what he jerks off to at home, or when he gets hom, his farm from seeing a young, sexy
 
woman someone like you in the city, a hot and classy looking piece of ass.
 
"A hot...piece…?" Meena briefly rolled her forehead from side to side as the description sunk in.
 
"He looks at this hot assed and pretty faced little married woman, he would love to have a crack at
 
if he only could.
 
"Ohh...God, Nadir. My God, baby..."
 
"I told you," I softly replied. "Meena this is a man…"
 
"I know," she said back, tilting her head toward me, eyes closed. I kissed it and she placed it back
 
against the wall and adjusted her footing, giving her ass a wiggle in the process.
 
"Mmm..."
 
Meena smiled to herself at that, and I continued, "So, the atmosphere and your beauty emboldens
 
him. The bus is shaking, the darkened crowd moves with it. But at one point you could swear you
 
felt yourself being pressed up against. Well this has been happening to all in bus throughout the
 
ride. You're no exception. Only, it begins to dawn on you that although the rest of the crowd is
 
moving, this guy doesn't seem to be. You bring your briefcase around to hold in front of you. Just
 
in case that's what this is about. If there is a robbery attempt.
 
"You shoot me a look. I return it. But you are not sure it is worth making a scene. You're not ready
 
to stare at someone just because the bus is crowded. So, you make a big deal out of that look.
 
I see you, but that's all I see. Besides," I added, wrapping my left hand around Meena's waist,
 
"you're emboldened in your own way. Not only are you comfortable because you know you have
 
me to protect you."
 
Meena's expression instantly relaxed. She reached down with one hand and covered the one I
 
was resting on her taut stomach.
 
"Mmm... This is the best par of the story, yet," she said quietly.
 
"I think so too," I whispered back. Meena let out a smile, eyes still closed and put her hand back
 
 on the wall.
 
"But eventually, Meena," I said louder, but still gentle and calm, "after a few minutes, you are sure
 
 you feel him pressing against you. There are others who are so close, but no one seems to
 
 notice. You feel a sudden movement and there are hands on your hips."
 
I reached around Meena's waist and held her as I spoke, and she gasped, breathing harder
 
against the wall.
 
"That startles you, and your eyes go wide. For a moment you think it might be that he caught
 
himself. Catched himself to keep from falling into you... to keep from something worse? Before you
 
can answer that, you're suddenly pulled back towards him. You look at me, but at that moment,
 
that man behind you is actually running his hands along the sides of your skirt-clad hips. You can't
 
believe it. You glance at me, but I happen not to be looking. You're not sure if you should try to
 
speak. Loudly? You'd have to over the noise of the bus. But you can't exactly reach out and
 
touch me to get my attention either. You try to step forward anyway and are immediately yanked
 
 back by the hips, Meena. Before you can react, Tahir quickly reaches around you and starts to
 
push up your skirt. You step away but are yanked back again. Meena, you are beside yourself.
 
You look but don't see me right away. With your free hand, you try to move his hand, but Tahir just
 
grabs it and puts it on the handrail of bus, above your other hand, your briefcase hanging where
 
your hands are. You wonder if anyone notices, but the crowd is so dense that much below the
 
shoulders go largely unnoticed by anyone. Meena, in an instant the front of your skirt is pushed up
 
over your tights and just as quickly they are pushed down over your hips."
 
As I said that, I pulled Meena's pants halfway up her ass, far enough to slip my right hand under it,
 
and began to rub her pussy from behind. She was soaked wet.
 
"Mmmm," she moaned loudly as her pussy lips parted slightly to allow my three middle fingers to
 
slide back and forth.
 
She slowly moved her hips back and forth on me, breathing heavily through her nose as she
pressed her forehead against the wall and listened.
 
I continued, "You feel Tahir lean over you as he reaches for you, slides his hand under the
 
gathered front of your skirt,and begins to awkwardly rub your pussy. Aside from the injury to your
 
person, his big hands might not feel so good otherwise. But you are getting hurt in public, and no
 
one else knows. This...man... Tahir, the lumberjack…”.
 
“Ohhh, Lumberjack…”, Meena moaned.
 
I continued, “Lumberjack, has partially undressed you and has slipped a hand between your legs
 
and is rubbing your bare pussy, Meena. The injury alone makes you blush. To your horror, you
 
are getting wet, despite all the reasons you shouldn't be, and wetter and wetter because of all
 
those reasons you shouldn't be. As wet as you are now...".
 
"Mmmm...Ohhh, Nadir...", Meena whispred, moaning.
 
"You... Stop trying to get away Meena and actually take wider stance to allow this aggressive man,
 
Tahir, access to work your pussy while you look around, checking to see if you've been noticed.
 
Before long, your very wet pussy is turning his aggressive fingering of you into something you
 
can't ignore increasing pleasure. Anything rubbing you would feel good at this point, and you begin
 
to twitch at the legs and upper body, swallowing nervously and allowing your eyes to close.
 
Holding that grab bar tight. And still none of this is obvious to anyone in the crowd of that darkened
 
bus Meena.", "At one point Tahir brings his hand behind you, and you think he is going to fondle
 
your butts, but it quickly becomes clear the tumult behind you is him unbuckling his pants. You
 
gulp hard and look around Meena. At once you feel a hand of him pulling on your hip and you step
 
back in your heels, arching it out good as you lean forward and hang on to that grab bar. And just
 
 as you find me in your gaze, you feel him maneuvering himself under the rolls of your skirt and up
 
 against your pussy."
 
"Mmmmm…" Meena moaned over at me as I began rubbing her good and slow.
 

To be continued…