Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 6 (I)
Meena ‘s Narration:
A few days later, on Wednesday evening when they were at home watching a program on TV,
Farzan called.
Nadir talked to him, and he invited them and Mitra, to a party at lawyers' club on Friday evening. Nadir
asked if there is a reason for the party and if anyone else was there and Farzan said yes, some friends of him
will be there. He informed Nadir that this party is because of his new responsibility in the law firm. He had
recently started his new position at the firm because his senior companion who was boss, is retired and
now the law firm belongs to him alone and he is the boss. He said that this will be the first time they would meet anyone
from the guests, except Tahir and Sara and may be Cyrus if he accepts the invitation.
Nadir told him that he’ll speak to Meena about invitation and call him back. As he spoke with her, Meena
asked if Tahir is going also to be there. Nadir said, “yes, he ‘ll be there too,”.
The after a short pause, he asked Meena, “Tell me honestly do you miss him?”.
Meena looked at him eye rolling and replied, “No, of course not, are you crazy or do you want to annoy me
by asking such things...".
"I mean, if I know someone well and trust them, then it's okay from my side if you want...”, Nadir said.
“I do not know what you mean, Nadir,”. Nadir sensed that she is a bit annoyed, then she added, "Please
explain what you mean in more detail, you should let me know your wishes and plans…”.
"I mean if you want to meet Tahir or Farzan or someone I know alone...", he tried to explain his point of view
as gently as possible.
"You mean that I meet Tahir, for example, alone at his farm and you don't come with me, say when you're
on shift?", Meena asked, whether she heard wrong.
“For example, “, Nadir replied and waited.
"Nadir, you're kidding me, right?" Meena asked in disbelief. "You honestly think you'd be able to handle it if I
meets another man without you being around?"
Nadir took another sip of his lemonade and pushed forward. The idea had consumed his thoughts for some
days, after the incidence with Shahin, the result of the perception that Meena could not and did not want to
lie to him and that he had one hundred percent confidence that she would tell him everything.
"Okay, maybe I used to get a bit jealous previously, but that is not me anymore. We have experienced a lot
and now finally I have full confidence that you would tell me everything and that I'm very secure in our
relationship.
This would be something we both agreed on and within our control, not just some guy hitting on you and
thinking he can have you.", Nadir answered.
Meena stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say.
"Nadir, I don't… This is crazy." Then she sighed. Deciding that she didn't want to yet another of their
conversation to turn into a fight, she changed tacks. "I know what it is you imagine, exactly…".
"Well, I don’t mean to have sex but to meet, a little bit privacy with another one, flirting, dressing in outfits
that are a bit more revealing; I don't know, maybe more,..." He trailed off nervously, finishing his lemonade in one gulp.
"What?" Meena asked.
"Maybe messing around, kissing and so on, but not necessarily sex..." Again, Nadir was reluctant to finish his thought.
"You want me to fuck someone else but this time when you are not there, is this exactly you mean, don’t
you?"
Meena asked dumbfoundedly. "Are you serious?"
The conversation deteriorated from there for another fifteen minutes. Meena struggled to believe what she
was hearing; Nadir felt both embarrassed for bringing it up, but also angry at her refusal to even consider it.
"I mean I know you love sex, we done this many times when I was there, so what's the difference if I say it's
okay without me being around?", Nadir blurted out.
Meena sat there stunned, trying to comprehend the idea, but couldn't imagine flirting with another guy or
doing anything without Nadir around.
"If you say it’s, okay?" Meena echoed incredulously. "So, I would have your permission. Is that it?"
"You know what, Meena?" Nadir said. "Forget it. It was just an idea to spice things up, but forget I even
brought it up." He left his glass on the table and looked at the TV screen.
Meena watched him for some short minutes, then she did remind herself, maybe that wasn't fair of me.
Now that I know he's serious, I have to admit that it did take a lot of courage for him to even bring it up, he
has such trust in me, then she saif softly, “I love you baby, and I do not intend to do
something without you, but it is niche that you give me the freedom. But I don’t need it… Nevertheless, I
must be grateful and your trust”, “I love you baby…”, and soon they were gave each other knowing looks.
Then she leaned over to Nadir and kissed him.
But despite it, every scenario she played out in her head, from kissing another man ending up on a bed and
having sex with him, while Nadir being away, brought to mind her husband becoming jealous and enraged.
They spent that night until bedtime, talking about what had happened in the ranch, how they felt about it,
and what they wanted for them in the future. At one point, Nadir spoke about Sunday, before Farzan left.
He asked Meena, what was her feeling when the two old men, wanted to initiate at the same time a sexual
game with her, and if she let them have their way with her? If she could imagine a scenario of having sex
with them both.
Meena thought for a long minute before she responded. She thought about the long time before, during her
Sexual game with Murad, when she feared that at some point, for the first time, perhaps Nadir would want
to feel the desire for more, and she thought about his plans of what kinky taboo situation could he put her
in. Yes, for him there were men out there who needed to use his wife. He talked to Meena about it, but at
the end that was his wish and aim, to do that.
Meena said after the long pause, “I sense it in me, and I feel what you intend, baby. On Sunday, I felt it also
that how you wish it, and then, even I began thinking the same. As long as it is what you also want, I know
I’ll do it,”.
"Meena," Nadir said, nervously. "I was wondering if you wanted it happen... Yes, I wished to see if Tahir and
Farzan, might need you and if you agree and accept to fulfil their need…".
Meena stared at him, her breathing getting heavier. "Yes, baby, I was wondering and waiting to see that
gaze in your eyes… Yes baby, I don’t know if I wanted it, that moment was there and at that moment I
did it, too.".
Nadir's cell phone rang, and he looked at the screen and muttered, "Hospital."
One of his patients who had just undergone surgery apparently had complications and he was supposed to
Leave ro hospital.
When Meean went to bed he wasn't there yet. Her thoughts were on recent events, and she was somewhat
sexually aroused after previous conversations with Nadir. She lay down on the bed and while she waited for
him, she thought about Nadir… Nadir who loved to see her and watch her climax, no matter how, that was
always the greatest pleasure for him, more than his own orgasm.
Her thoughts went back… To the first time with Nadir… Years ago, as if decades or centuries…
… They were waiting for this opportunity, and they knew it comes some day.… As young lovers, they
believed they had time, infinite time and that at some point the possiblity would appear... And now the time
was there. They were alone in his parent’s house. Nobody was there. There was no hurry. They wanted it to
be relaxed and without stress.
She stood there before him, shy and unsure. They had shared their hearts and their lives formsome years,
even if she was just seventeen now and he was twenty-one years old.
There, for the first time, they were willing to share their bodies. They had been anticipating this moment in
their texts, chats, and even in the moments when they simply looked into each other's eyes, but couldn't
quite come to terms with it finally happening.
Their first kiss had been tentative and cautious. Just their lips touching, their arms around each other in the
first exploratory embrace. As they rubbed their lips together, she had let out a soft sigh and told him she
was glad but also nervous to be here.
As they stepped apart, he moved his hands to unbutton his shirt. She watched intently as he revealed his
skin to her for the first time. She was fascinated by hard pectoral muscles of his chest. She reached out to
feel it, first touching his muscles skin with her fingers then running the palm of her had across his chest.
She looked into his eyes as she smiled at him; he smiled back letting her know that it felt good to him as
she rubbed small circles on his chest.
His hand moved to the buttons of her blouse, but she stopped him by slowly moving back. She wasn't sure;
this was the first step to what she knew would be a night of lovemaking. Was she ready to go that far? This
was really her last chance to tell him if she wanted to stop. Her mind raced as she looked into his eyes. She
could see that he understood her hesitation and made no further moves toward her.
As she looked into his eyes, a sense of calm washed over her and she knew that she really wanted to be
with him. Her fingers reached for the first button and released it; it showed him the first sign of her
cleavage. The next button followed, and he got his first glimpse of the bra that cupped her breasts. The
following buttons revealed her soft belly. After the last button, she let her hands fall to her sides; she was
revealed yet hidden from his gaze.
She could see his eyes scanning her body; the smile on his face told her it was okay that they were here
together. He stepped forward and reached under her blouse at the shoulders, untying it from her arms and
helping her drop it to the floor behind her. She stood there as he came closer and reached around her,
finding the clasp behind her and unfastening it. She felt her own hands covering the cups of her bra, not
letting it fall to the floor. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck and stepped back.
She felt so vulnerable even though she wasn't naked. It would only take a small movement for her to fully
reveal her breasts to him. He stepped back and smiled at her, trying to ease her fears and free her from her
shyness. She could see the concern in his eyes as he mouthed the words, "It's okay."
She stared into his eyes as she slowly lowered her hands and the bra inside them. Her breasts felt the cold
air; a contrast to the warmth building in her body. She saw him smile as he moved forward again. His hands
felt large as they covered her breasts, and she felt her warmth shared with his palms. He could feel her
nipples harden instantly under his touch. He moved his hand under her breasts, supporting her breasts with
it as he leaned forward to kiss her neck.
His lips moved slowly downward, brushing along the upper surface of her soft skin. The tip of his tongue
traced a line along her neck and then upper breast until it reached one of her hard nipples. "Oh Meena, my
Meena…" he whispered as his tongue traced a small circle around her nipple before his lips gently wrapped
around it.
As his left hand massage one breast, his right hand supported the other as he sucked gently on her. She
could feel the tip of this tongue tickling the underside of her nipple.
Her body felt weak; her breathing quickened. She moved her hand until it was behind his head, pulling her
closely to him. He finger intertwined in his hair, she moaned his name over and over, “Nadir, Oh my
Nadir…”. He lifted his head only long enough to move to her other breast; then repeating his sensual
suckling. Meena could feel herself getting wet, although he had not touched her there. She could feel her body
shudder as his tongue tickled her nipples and his lips kissed her breasts.
He stepped away from her and admired her body. She was a very, even exceptionally beautiful young
woman, physically and aesthetically. Nadir always imagined what was inside her clothing long before he
had gotten this first glimpse of her body. He knew her inner Meena for some years, from a child to this
young lady, now he could see the outer beauty that enclosed her inner beauty.
Nadir moved toward her, and they wrapped their arms around each other. Meena could feel his chest hair
tickling her nipples and the skin of her breasts. His hand raised her chin upward as his lips moved toward
hers. Their kiss was soft and filled with passion. As they kissed their lips parted and their tongues made a
first temporary exploration of each other. They breathed their flavoring into each other as they kissed.
He turned her and moved them, so they were standing at the edge of the bed. With his lips still on hers, he
leaned gently forward, laying her slowly on the bed. She moved her body up to rest her head on a pillow as
he crawled up beside her. His head rested beside hers and they lay and looked into each others’ eyes. With
one hand, he stroked the side of her face and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Occasionally, he would lean
forward and softly kiss her lips.
Their minds were always lost in their conversation about their lives, their dreams, and their desires and
now, today, their bodies told them they longed to explore each other more closely. Again and again, his
hands wandered over her bare shoulders and bare chest. Again and again, her fingers traced lines across
his chest; his hands slid from her shoulder to her arm, and occasionally his fingers traced small circles from
her hard nipples.
When Nadir leaned in to kiss her, Meena showed a new desire to kiss him back; she reached her hand
behind his head and pulled his face to hers as her lips parted slightly. He could feel her tongue playing with
the tip of his own. She held her breath as they kissed, then released his head as she exhaled deeply and
rolled onto her back. She was a wonderful sight, topless with her ample breasts and hard, dark nipples on
display for him.
He let his body slide lower, leaning over hers to kiss his way down her cleavage. She could feel his tongue
tracing a road between her breasts. Occasionally he would stop and kiss a small spot of skin; first just
below her cleavage, then further down her stomach. He surprised her by stopping at her belly button and
tickling her there with his tongue. A girlish giggle broke the silence.
Meena felt his hand reach for her waistband. His thumb and finger easily found the snap on her pants, and
with a move of his fingers they were undone. She realized she had lifted her hips to help him, without
remembering consciously doing so. She could feel his one-man bed move as he stood up; and moved all
the way between her feet. His hands were firm as they reached for her waistband and slowly pulled her
pants down.
Meena was surprised at his patience as he undressed her. Nadir had wanted to be with her for so long, but
Now, she guessed, obviously he understood her shyness and didn't want to move too quickly and scare her
away. As her pants slid down her thighs, he leaned forward to kiss the bare skin. Nadir’s lips were soft as
they followed her waistband down her thighs, over her knees, and down her calves. He didn't know when
she had taken her shoes off, but he was glad she had. Her pants slid easily over her ankles and off as he
tossed them aside.
Meena could hear his breathing, shallow and rapid, but she couldn't feel it until his lips touched the sole of
her foot. Even though she was ticklish, the touch didn't make her back away from him, but it sent
goosebumps down her legs. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her foot as he kissed his way to her
toes. She was surprised again when she felt the warmth of his lips around her big toe. What was he doing?
Never has she thought about such a thing before, and she was amazed at how erotic it felt. Meena looked
down her leg at Nadir’s face and saw him smiling back. She could feel his tongue tickling the underside of
her toe. His mouth widened as he took her toe between his lips. She could feel him sucking on it.
Meena didn’t know if nadir has planned to do so, she closed just her eyes and enjoyed the sensations he
was giving her.
He released her toe and began kissing the inside of her arch. His kisses moved to her ankle, then the
inside of her calf and the inside of her knee. Her hips lifted off the bed, inviting him to go higher, but he
slowed his kisses as they reached her inner thigh. Meena moaned in what sounded like disappointment to
him as she felt his hot breath brush over her pussy without his lips touching it.
He didn't have the patience to wait any longer as he moved his kisses back up her thigh until he found his
target. She could feel the tip of his tongue slide along her slit, loosening and separating her lips; giving him
his first glimpse of her opening. She felt his hands slide down each thigh until they came to rest on each
side of his face. His fingers found her lips and held them open while he flattened his tongue and licked a
from her opening to the tip of her lips. When Nadir’s tongue slid over her clit, Meena let out a small cry and
lifted her hips toward his face.
He had found what he was looking for and took no time in placing his lips on each side of her clit, sucking it
gently between them. She was making small noises, not really words. He felt her hands on the back of his
head, not really pushing but still urging him to continue. He alternated gently sucking on her clit and using
his tongue to trace tight circles around it.
They did not know each others’ bodies yet and he was surprised when her hips raised quickly to his mouth.
It was almost like the suction on her clit had pulled her off of the bed. Meena’s hands tightened in his hair
and he could feel her wetness on his chin as her orgasm approached.
She moaned, “Nadir… Oh Nadir… “, over and over as she came strongly, her hips rising and falling with
each wave that passed through her body. He did his best to keep contact with her but eventually lost the
fight as her hips fell abruptly to the bed.
He could feel her fingers spasming on his head as her breathing slowed. She could feel his body moving up
hers as he kissed his way back up her belly, through her cleavage and up to her neck. His body laid on
hers and she could feel his heart beating. She felt her hear beating in time with his as he leaned forward
and kissed her softly. She tasted herself on his lips. He slipped beside her, and she turned to face him…
Meena closed her eyes, her last vision that of his smile as she drifted off to sleep.
***
On Friday evening, before they leave for the party, they were sitting in the living room.
Nadir looked at Meena and said, “Are you excited to meet him?”, Nadir tease and smiled.
“Him?!”, Meena asked.
“You know who I mean, your lumberjack friend,”, Nadir laughed and teased, "You like him,".
"Stop!" Meena smiled.
"Don’t you? Don’t you like him?" I asked.
“I am happy to see him again, are you not?”, Meena answered and smiled.
“Yes, but in a different way,”, Nadir said and winked, “, by the way, Sara will be there too,”.
“Oh, I am curious about her ability to win Tahir, again,”, Meena said.
“, and if so, do you get jealous? honest answer please!”, Nadir insisted.
“Why should I be jealous, du silly? He is not my boyfriend or husband...”, Meena said.
“, Yes, but after all, he is your, how shall I say, your favourite lover...", Nadir winked and laughed
Mischievous.
“Okay, don't be rude Mister!”, Meena struck lightly his arm with the back of her hand.
Meena wore one of her favourite dresses, a sleeveless and knee-length deep red
dress, with has buttons from the high collar to the hem. She knew Nadir would enjoy their game of having
her unbutton a button every time they got stopped at a red light, what they earlier they did, when she wore
this dress, underneath she wore the bra and panties he had gotten her for their last wedding anniversary.
The bra was black, but extremely sheer. The almost non-existent fabric of the bra doing little to mask her
beautiful, hard breasts. The matching panty was equally flimsy. On the way over, Nadir couldn't keep his
hands off her breasts, and Meena just leaned her head back against the headrest with my eyes closed and
enjoyed. Nadir was rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and finger, and she was squirming and
moaning when she opened her eyes to see a particularly evil grin on her husband's face. They were pulling
to the curb a few houses down from their destination, plenty of cars lining both sides of the street. Looked
like there was going to be a pretty good-sized crowd.
"I think those panties are probably pretty wet," Nadir said.
"I think they probably are," Meena answered agreeably.
"It is not a good idea to wear wet clothes," Nadir said. "Why don't you give them to me."
Meena grinned back, and sliding her hands up under my dress, lifting her hips and wriggled out of the tiny
strip of black fabric. She handed them over and he sniffed appreciatively before tucking them in the pocket
of his jacket.
"Maybe I should see how wet you are, my dear?", Nadir teased.
"See or feel?" Meena answered mischievous.
"Both,", Nadir replies and laughed.
The skirt of her dress was soon up around her waist, and she waited for him to slide his fingers inside her
pussy and perhaps relieve her arousal he had created. He just sat there.
"Put a finger in," Nadir said after a moment. "Two, if you want." Meena was very horny and although it was
not her style to go so far in public, happily obliged. She slid forward in her seat, and started to finger her
pussy. The thrill of illicit and a taboo of such things in the open street and in the car, was too much and
Meena was getting close after a short time. when Nadir said, "That's enough, baby,", she couldn't believe
it. He took her wrist and guided her hand to his mouth and slowly sucked her fingers. Nadir’s tongue sliding
between, reminding Meena of other experiences she had enjoyed with that tongue. He was not doing much
to make the situation better for her. Meena thought about rubbing her clit furiously with her other hand,
seeing if she could cum quickly, but two things stopped. First, and primarily, Nadir had said "that's enough"
and her sexually submissive nature understood an order when she heard one, especially from her most
loved man. The other was more practical; she was probably going to be shaking hands with others in a few
moments, and it stuck me that a hand covered by pussy juice was probably not one to offer, if she had not
time or possibility to wash it.
At any rate, this made her to get her libido under control, so she was calm and breathing normally when we
got out of the car a minute later.
When they arrived, they noticed many people there. Dutifully they met first Farzan. But Tahir was not to
see. Otherwise, Cyrus and Sara were standing next to Farzan. He said that Tahir was busy because of
sickness one of his horses and he decided not to come.
To be continued…
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