I wondered if she was really aware with whom she was, who made her orgasm previously and whose prick is she searching?! If she realize this man she is going to give herself to, is his uncle Mansour and not me? I felt like a fool after this thought!
To make her easier to reach her target Mansour stood up immediately. He was now standing and looking at her almost nude sexy body, with patient expectation. He was still clothed completely. I thought this is probably because he is ashamed over his unlovely and untidy appearance and this gave me a satisfactory smile.
But he had still a grin on her face.
- You are really most beautiful woman I have ever seen my dear princess.
- Probably you haven't seen many women so.
She joked and while caressing his groin over his trouser's texture mildly laughed.
Mansour leaned slightly forward, brushed with his right hand her semi-moist hair back from her shoulders, then cradled her face in his hands and kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately than before. She murmured her pleasure through his deep kiss one time more.
Mansour had her so ready and eager, I thought. I get a cramp in my lower back, from trying to see more in this position but before to make some movement, I heard him speaking with hoarse commanding voice:
- Open my trousers, open it for me my princess.
Instinctively I felt I have to break it up as tactfully as I could but I was frozen! I don't know whether it was shock or excitement but, either way, I just froze.
This time directly with shaking hands, my sweet wife touched his erection over trousers fabric. This was her first time contact with another dick besides mine, I told me. I saw Meena's eyes became one moment wider and she looked astonished direct in his eyes. Then she sat up a little and pulled his zipper down completely.
I didn't understood her surprised reaction first. She looked down one time more at zipper slit and put her right hand in, past his trousers fly. Then suddenly looked with amazed gaze at his eyes and gasped:
- My god!
He was grinning. In another brief second, his hardness came out half on own motion and half with her help. It was a huge Instrument!
Mansour was still grinning. He spread his legs for Meena as she knelt submissively in front of him. She grasped his rod with one hand and examined his package closely then began to gently stroke his massive cock. It must have been at least 9 - 9,5 inches long and at least a couple of inches thick. The whole thing was covered with thick veins and an even more enormous and dreadful, proudly bulging from his pulsing shaft was the cockhead. It was like a big mushroom on top of a thick shaft. His cock was a giant rod. She gasped at her first sight of his this monster. His balls were also huge, the size of tennis balls, swollen and hanging beneath his tremendous Prick.
Meena giggled unashamedly and said:
- This really is impressive, incredible…
I was shocked at the scene before my eyes. Additionally her behavior and Statement was new and strange for me, since she was normally so shy but now...
But she was right, it looked like something you might see under a horse I thought!
Meena leaned forward carefully and hesitant and gave a light kiss on the tip of giant monster. I instinctively reached down and started to stroke my own 6.5 inches.
- Far bigger than Nadir's, right?
Mansour asked.
Meena didn’t reply, only continued staring his giant dick.
- I asked you something, princess?
Meena looked dreamful at him and replied:
- Yes.
- What Yes?
- Yes, it is bigger than his but please let us don’t talk about him.
Meena replied pleadingly as she continued to stare at the mammoth penis in front of her.
Mansour's face was redder colored and he was slightly shaking with lust. He knew at this moment that my beautiful wife is admiring his gigantic dick.
Now Meena grasped his hard cock with both hands. She formed a ring with her hands starting at the tip of his straining phallus, sliding slowly down, form the tip of it, over the rim of glans, and down his shaft.
From expression of her gaze I thought that she realized with a sense of disbelief and a certain anxiety that her fingers could not meet when they closed around it. She struggled to comprehend its thickness and her hands squeezed it. It was too thick to fit inside her small hands but her hands sliding movements went on despite of it. As she approached his pubic area, repeated it again and again from top, starting at the fleshy tip, squeezing past the rim, and on down the engorged shaft.
Now with every start on head of his cock, her fist squeezed tighter, Meena’s beautiful, dreamy eyes were locked on Mansour's huge cock. To watch her tender, small hand and slender, fine fingers with their red fingernails, and, most of all, her flashing wedding ring, working on his dark strong rod was very amazing.
Her movements became faster. Her hands were now lubricated from his leaking pre cum. Her eyes were on his face for a short moment and then went back to his proud rod and focused on it. I saw clearly she licked shortly her upper lips as she noticed the small drop of liquid appearing from the slit of enormous Instrument in her hands and then I heard her sigh.
The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hands.
Now I saw Mansour's right hand dropped on her wrist and he guided her hands up and down the hard length of his dick.
I could see that Meena now still shocked, realized both length and thickness of this monster. While guided by him, her hands slid further down up to monster's base.
Perhaps from reading or hearing, she knew already that some penises are smaller and some bigger and longer. But even for me as a medical doctor, what she held in her hands was beyond anything my knowledge and experience with human anatomy let me know. And sure for her was also the dimension of this thick thing over normal sizes.
I could imagine that she could feel the pulsing and throbbing of large blood veins in her hands.
Meena was staring at his cock with fear and fascination as if she is encountered a dangerous viper and was hypnotized and afraid to move. I suspected there will be no way that he could penetrate her delicate and tender pussy with this giant dick, perhaps she was thinking the same.
Meanwhile Mansour was obviously enjoying the fascinated gaze and her clearly paralyzed expression. Sure he could feel just like me her mixed and opposed emotions.
- Sure the size of my cock is what Nadir dreams of to own!
Meena looked up at him perplexed and then realized what he said and meant. She murmured irritated:
- Please don't speak about him.
- Okay not he but perhaps you wished that he owns something like this?
He grinned.
Meena flushed. Now some minutes after her sexual release, one time more the pink glow took over her cheeks.
She didn't responded to his question. I was not sure if she had thought about the power and size of my penis ever. But certainly now her thought was that, Mansour's cock is not natural, it was sure easily as thick as her wrist and this had she noticed just like me.
Mansour lifted now his left hand and put it on her right tit and started to play with her nipple, first just an affectionate fondling. After a short time Meena began to squeeze his giant instrument up and down more vigorously and lustfully.
- Ohhhhhh, that's good!
He groaned, urging Meena to go faster as he pinched her nipple and then lifted his other hand up so he had a tit in each hand.
Mansour was getting close to squirt. But as I saw afterwards, he had other ideas. He wanted to demand other things.
I think Meena sensed her uncle’s orgasm approaching and said seductively:
- Please uncle, you can come on my face.
Mansour just looked at her, with patient expectation, and said quietly:
- Lie down on your back my lovely princess.
She understood what he wants, as if now waking up and coming out of her beautiful dreams she looked up at him and murmured pleadingly and with excusing eyes:
- Mansi, have patience. I promise…
- What means patience?
Meena continued stroking his giant cock and pleaded again with trembling voice:
- I need time Mansi. It is not easy for me...
Mansour was now very excited to discuss, while keeping to breathe heavily, he looked down at her hands and said:
- Then put it in your mouth, princess.
He gasped.
Meena asked shocked.
- Wh... What?
Shaking her head in desperation.
- I want you just put the tip of my dick in your mouth, just the tip.
Mansour explained his wish, while now fondling Meena's lovely breasts. As he saw her doubt, while pinching her nipple harder, groaned:
- Go on, open your mouth.
He gazed down at her, his huge pole throbbing right in front of her face.
She was now looking at and stroking his rod lightly.
At this moment, Mansour touched with his big chubby fingers first Meena’s tender face cheeks then her delicate lips and at last pushed his two finger past her lips, in her mouth.
Meena looked at his face and began immediately to suck his fingers and at the same time to work faster on the monster while looking down again at his crotch. She couldn't help but stare constantly at the huge pulsating prick. This time shortly after begin of her stroking, a large drop of pre-cum started to form on the tip of his bulbous cockhead.
She paused, I could see she wanted to decide. Now that she refused to be fucked, she had to present something instead of it, I imagined she is thinking, otherwise he is going to be mad again, and she didn’t want to go through his aggression for sure. She freed her mouth from his fingers and murmured:
- This is my first time, not even with Nadir...
Mansour interrupted her:
- He is a fool. You have such beautiful lovely lips I don’t understand how a real man can renounce to demand this, just thinking of you performing this on me is a turn on.
Meena looked back towards the fat, long dick of her uncle and then glanced back at his eyes.
She looked overwhelmed from his words and his giant rod. Then she said softly:
- I could try. I don't know how good I will be.
After this she grabbed his buns and pulled him slowly closer to her face.
Mansour moved himself closer toward Meena’s face. She craned her neck to reach his throbbing cock with her beautiful lips.
I just watched, part of me still wanting to break it up and an even bigger part of me holding back. It seemed inevitable where this would lead if not interrupted. Would Meena really go all the way? Perhaps I really wanted that to happen.
I was completely shocked. What do I hear I thought. I know Meena was virgin and actually a child when we fell in love and then married so I felt pretty lucky that she hadn't had sex, not even a simple boyfriend.
She lacked experience, but also I Knowing little about women. Me lacked the confidence to instruct her. That didn't stop me thinking about what it would feel like to have her perform oral sex on me. It seemed we both had problems communicating about our sexual desires. She preferred sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms were few and far between. One time some years ago, I tried to talk about oral sex with her, she explained laughingly she thinks that women who don’t know how to keep their men happy in normal way, try to do it with oral sex. I always felt that this was her way of telling me that she wasn't taking my cock into her mouth.
***
With hesitation and as though she was waiting somebody’s permission, Meena bent down very carefully and slowly and placed monster's spongy large head into her mouth. I saw she trembled shortly. I imagined that the taste of his pre cum electrified her tongue, then she began to slurp on the tip of his cock. Licking it lovingly with her outstretched tongue.
Then she gave a muffled moan as Mansour pushed forward and more of his giant prick entered in her delicate mouth, past her lips.
He stared in disbelief at my gorgeous wife who was for him his long standing dream woman, sucking his cock. Then quietly whispered:
- Don't stop, my lovely princess.
She moaned in approval. Every now and then she was lifting her head from Mansour’s big cock and moaned loudly, then returning to sucking cock like a real whore. Soon the sound of his loud breathings and her moans filled the silent room.
- Mmmmmmmmmm..
Meena moaned and Mansour roared back. Meena's eyes tightly closed and her head moving up and down the her uncle’s thick and strong meat.
it seemed to me, at that moment all which existed for my lovely wife in the world, was this marvelous and tasty hard rod and all the pleasure she was getting from sucking on it.
- Do you like to have your uncle’s big dick in your mouth, my lovely princess?
Teased Mansour breathlessly.
- Hmmmmmm…
Then she looked up with her beautiful eyes and murmured:
- Cum for me, Mansi, cum for your princess uncle.
After hearing her demanding words, Mansour couldn’t resist against his approaching explosion any longer. The warmth and smoothness of her lips on his cock and sight how she was loving and sucking him, made him want to cum.
I could swear, in his wildest dreams in jail, Mansour saw always a blowjob from Meena and an ejaculation in the mouth of my pretty wife.
- I am Cumming my baby!
Mansour groaned and clenched his teeth as he grabbed hold of the Meena’s head and pulled her down more onto his long and fat rod, Then occurred his eruption. It came out like a volcano. He had closed his eyes together at the feeling of his cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat.
Meena’s mouth welcomed his hot cum and I see in the movement of her Adam's apple that she is swallowing all as Mansour held her head firm at the place. She was staring up at him all time.
After that first eruption she sucked and sucked his load endless for a Long time. I thought she wanted every drop of his fluid as she swallowed every shot that came out while holding the tip of his cock at her lips, at the same time stroking his mammoth cock intensely to get up to his last drops of load in her waiting mouth and throat.
Mansour was squirting without ending until Meena couldn't take anymore and opened her mouth allowing his cum to flow down his giant rod, then covering her Hand. I saw the white cream of his semen covered completely her wedding ring.
Still he had his eyes shut and was grunting.
Meena was watching in fascination as his thick syrupy semen covered her hand and fingers, and her ring.
Neither of them spoke some time.
My lovely Meena held his proud dick long without movement in her hands. I saw from her expression that she is admiring his load. Then she started hungrily licking up The mixture of her own saliva and his cum which had flowed down his shaft. Then after the pole was clean, she licked her own fingers and finally her Wedding ring.
Watching her such voluntarily action, so submissively licking and lapping up over his semen, brought finally me to explosion. I came and came for a long time, eruption after eruption. I released my own load into my hand. I could not remember when did I ejaculated so intensive and so much last time.
Finally Meena looked up at his red and puffed face, then she smiled that happy, satisfied smile I has seen so many times before and while still not releasing his giant rod said softly:
- Did you enjoy it Mansi?
He replied huskily:
- I loved it, every moment of it and I love you, and you?
- It was nice and...delicious!
She admitted in a slutty voice.
- Okay, it is too late. We have to sleep.
He looked deep in her eyes and his voice became a bit earnestly:
- I need some confirmation from you to hear.
First: I want you to shave all your cunt hair. I'll watch it next week when I come back. This has to be performed. I want your pussy in a week as ready as I wish.
He was demonstrating his power over the situation and testing his dominance over her one time more.
Meena knew what he wanted to hear, she murmured submissively.
- Okay
- And second: before I fuck your pussy, he is not allowed to have you.
- But he is my husband and I..
- No negotiation princess. I don't want to hear any more about this from your pretty lips.
- I'll do anything you say, but to refuse his wish to..
- I know he is your husband and I..
- I'll do anything you like, is this not enough?
- And you? Do you want it as well?
- I like it too.
And after a short pause she looked at his face and said softly:
- You make me feel good and happy.
He smiled, leaned forward and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her lips again.
Meena moved her body to stand up.
- It is late uncle, see you tomorrow for breakfast.
But he put his hand on her shoulder:
- Do you want to leave us? me and him so easy. Don't you want to say good bye to him?
He pointed with head in the direction of his giant cock which was again in semi hard form.
She began lightly caressing the enormous head of his dick. After a short time, they were again in a warm embrace, exchanging short gentle kisses. Meena's tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, teasing Mansour's lips.
Then they separated and she took her blouse and the glasses and went into the kitchen. I thought it is all over.
I stood quickly, and waited for him to leave. But he was standing still there.
Meena came out from kitchen and at next moment, she was standing by him and he had her buttocks in is hands and kissing her again passionately. Then she got a slap on the butts.
I heard Mansour murmuring:
- See you tomorrow my sexy princess.
My cock stirred again, but I was totally spent.
***
Some minutes later I was lying on the bed as Meena opened the door, peeked in, and came in creeping, and lay down next to me. I tried not to move and she didn’t tried to embrace me, simply turned over with her back to me not to awake me. After some minutes I was sure she slept.
Now after releasing my load, I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking. I was angry over development of the matter, but then the other feeling came up, the deep enjoyment what I experienced some minutes ago. I tried to put my anger feeling back and tried not to think about it. I didn’t know when I slept.
Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache and she goes to sick leave.
As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight fitting blouse. Later I commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and her time with him.
while having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago she preferred not to look in his eyes while breakfast. Obviously she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.
Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by open door from taxi. Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.
I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet. I waited for a while then said:
- Had you two a good time last night?
She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while responded:
- Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping.
- did you not sleep well?
She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper:
- I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much alcohol. I am not used to it.
- Then you want to stay home all day?
- Yes, sure.
There was for some minutes silence between us.
I had so much confidence in her love and Faith that I thought she would have told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.
Still, I wanted the game go on. Indeed it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to go so far. He made her to orgasm so so intense that I never managed. And finally how Meena let him even ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. Yes I was hurt and jealous.
But nonetheless there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.
I looked again at her outfit, her tight fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for him and she obeys his demands.
At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and dreaming of his giant prick.
I said quietly:
- I think uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return you give him more attention than to any one other.
She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking.
- I don’t know if admires me. But for sure he likes me as anxy normal uncle does.
She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".
She continued.
- He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes I like him very much since my childhood… Do you stay home?
Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting.
- I am going to visit a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.
- Okay I prepare the lunch
She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured:
- I love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together.
Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment, she is talking on phone with her mother.
After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex. I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan. I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.
I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. Her working room was the biggest one with our books cabinets and her work- and personal items. This one has a door to bedroom. At the far end of aisle was my two part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items. The room door was almost always closed and locked and I had the key together with my house and car keys with me.
Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera modification plan.
I went downstairs, Meena was in the kitchen cooking. As I was there, she turned to me and said:
- Are you leaving?
And then she continued to wash her hands.
- Yes
I kissed her cheek and left.
My elctrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious about my goal. I thought they are professionals and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come next day and examine the rooms and premises.
On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.
I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most possible pleasure, especially watching “her”.
I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most wild sexual pleasure ever.
While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.
I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such activities.
I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.
I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.
I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she wanted it too.
I knew this desire was terribly wrong but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of this overpowering feeling.
I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t.
I remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.
I was a medical doctor but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.
How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her father and she sees him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.
Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.
I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important I enjoyed it.
Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life!
I made a stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!
When I got home she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked:
- How I gained that?
I answered:
- they have distributed it to the streets!
- you are rude and charmless.
Meena said laughingly and poking at me.
After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.
As we sat on beach chairs I said:
- I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip for a long time, only two of us and nobody else.
She responded gladly:
- I agree, some romantic days, only two of us.
- Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.
She looked at me and smiled:
- But then we are not more alone.
- We are not going to tell him about it.
There was a short silence. Surely she was thinking about him. Finally she said:
- I agree.
- Otherwise you have no free time for me.
I said laughingly.
She leaned forward, embraced me and said:
- You are a small jealous boy and I love you.
- It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal. But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.
Hearing this she leaned back and said:
- You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good looking man like you, my hero.
I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings.
- But he tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?
Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her. After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said:
- Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no intact family, there is only his son and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has he had. He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this has limits, nobody can change my love for you.
- Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!
Then I laughed.
She didn't reacted to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now.
- I don't know, perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his life now after so many years in jail.
- Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? to flirt with other men and savor more than now as you are married?
- I am enjoying my life with you.
- The question is if he can at all.
She looked at me:
- What do you mean?
- I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual limits and Problems!
- I know he can.
I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.
The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued immediately a bit blushed:
- As we were dancing last night, I felt him.
- Wow, had he an erection?
- Every man who dances with me, will be erected!
She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up.
- It is enough nonsense, I take a shower.
I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.
I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running. I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.
Meena didn't noticed the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that even didn't notice I am standing there.
I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.
Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips.
Pulling my shorts over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect, I began to stroke my dick in unison with her massaging fingers.
Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread herself.
I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.
Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.
All time her eyes were shut, I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant rod.
Dipping into herself a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive clitoris.
Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.
She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and intensity. Our breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.
And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself and her other hand took over the position of rubbing her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.
Then I heard her moaning:
- Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please...
Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.
At the same time I came too in my hand.
She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short shower, sat on the couch.
It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of masturbation she could have sex with me , but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming to be fucked by her old uncle.
I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want to share her these pleasure moments with me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone...
I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fucked her. Okay, this fits to her behavior. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is "looking forward to our evening together."
I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the men a hard time?
In any case I was going to wait and see...
After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she came back, she was completely nude. Looking at her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.
Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked:
- Do you love me?
She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said:
- You know it already.
- But I need to hear it every day.
She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said:
- You are not just my husband, you are my universe and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?
And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied.
Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt, and pulled it out of my trousers. I took off the trousers together with my underpants.
Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers.
She seemed to enjoy it and held me close. I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy. I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly into her.
She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her I could feel she stiffen. I continued to play with her that way and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already breathing hard, and was now a little wet...
I whispered softly in her ear:
- I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.
She looked at me astonished.
- What do you mean?
- Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.
She was irritated.
- But I don't like such games.
- Only this one time, for me.
She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.
I continued:
- I like to play some older fellow. let my try, I am uncle Saeid, okay?
I meant our gardner Saeid who was normally called Uncle by us.
Uncle Saeid was a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an uncle, called!
He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while talking.
Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.
Meena murmured in my ear:
- You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like.
- Thank you my Princess!
She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.
I continued:
- You like this game baby , don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and dominant ugly man.
Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon and she murmured:
- What do you mean?
- Well we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful.
She said nothing but only moaned
- Hmmm...
Her pussy was now oozing liquid.
After a long pause she said:
- Yes, come, love me now.
I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.
I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her pussy.
Meena held her arms around my neck but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.
- Oh you are so wet and loose my Princess.
I said as I slowly pumped in and out.
She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck. When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed:
- Yes, do me…
- Call my name my Princess.
She responded immediately:
- Do me uncle…
This was very exciting and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.
She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she responded to it.
Then she started to orgasm.
- Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me.
I started pumping her wet pussy vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.
Meena came and hold me fast. I started to shoot again and again and she pulled me more to her to take my load deep in her pussy.
- That was wonderful my baby.
She murmured in my ear.
We lay exhausted.
I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.
But often she told me, she loves me and it is okay with her when only I come.
When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart.
I started to kiss her neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. I kissed to her knee then gently moved to start kissing her leg.
As I moved I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I marveled at how sexy it looked.
I thought about our game and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.
I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her.
I looked at her face, her lovely angel face. She looked in my eyes and said softly:
- You were great...
And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly:
- ..My powerful uncle!
On Friday I was at home waiting for camera expert. Meena went working.
The cameras and microphones were modified as I wished. Their function was now completely automatic. That means when there was a movement in the guarded area of each one them that one started to record and after five minutes if there was no activity it stopped to function. While activated, each camera was recorded separately on hard disk in my study. And as I had planned they worked separately and independent from alarm system.
I was the only one who could switch off them completely with a code number and the control Switch was in my study.
At three o'clock Meena called and told me that she goes shopping. She said it will be late because she wants to go for hairdressing, manicure and pedicure too.
Coming home, I saw she had cut her hair. It was now as short as the times she was eighteen or twenty. I was a little irritated, not because of cutting her hair, she looked pretty so and I liked it too. But she didn't even ask me about my opinion if I like her to cut it or not.
Then she showed me her shopping items. She had three new satin slips which was a bit more revealing as her normal ones. She had also three new bras.
As I sit to TV she was in the bathroom. This took a little bit longer as always. She came later downstairs to me. She had her bathrobe an.
As she sat her bathrobe in front opened a bit and I was first shocked. I found myself looking for the fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone. It was as smooth as baby's bottom!
Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the red interior. I realized she had shaved down there and gotten rid of all her public hair.
She looked at me, read the expression on my face, first blushed and then said with a timid smile:
- Do you like it? A lot of my friends told me this is really hot and men love it.
I had seen her pussy never like this. I answered:
- I bet they do. I like it, yes I do!
- I did it for you. We need some alteration.
And she giggled.
I thought "no, for sure it is not for me my angel, you shaved your cunt for him as he ordered", and I had a jealousy attack again.
That night we had some relaxing time. We went sleeping early.
Next day about noon Mansour arrived.
Meena was as usual while waiting for him to be there, clothed in skirts and some blouse for him.
He was delighted about her hair cut and mentioned it immediately as he arrived.
I could see the complete satisfaction in his face expression regarding the control and domination he has over her.
He did so as if he is pleasantly surprised about it:
- Oh, my princess has a new hairdressing. You look like your teenager years. I like it.
Meena blushed and asked:
- Really you like it?
- Yes, sure, it goes well with your lovely face and figure. What does our Doctor say about it?
He looked at me.
Before my reaction, Meena gazed at me shortly and answered:
- He likes it too, I wanted a bit of variety.
He looked directly and deep in her eyes and said jokingly:
- Varieties and changes are always good and exciting!
She blushed again but said nothing.
*****
Later while lunch they both decided to go swimming afternoon. Immediately after that I went upstairs to finish my works and write my memory book as usual.
After half an hour I heard her outdoors call him. I got out of my study and looked out of the upstairs window, I saw them sitting next to pool and chatting. I couldn’t hear them, I decided to go downstairs where I was nearer. The window to pool was open and I stood behind curtains where because of light reflection I could not be detected.
Meena was lying on beach bed in her bikini. She had now her eyes closed and was enjoying the heat of sun on her beautiful skin and face.
Mansour was sitting next to her on a pool chair. He had only his running pants on. Time to time he was looking at her beautiful legs and tits.
I was there about ten minutes and it was going to be bored, all this time they were both silent.
Abruptly he approached to her face and took a fast kiss from her lips.
She opened her eyes astonished and first looked at house door then tuned to him and said.
- You have to be careful.
- I can’t sit here and only look at your sexy body. I want more, much more.
She giggled:
- You have to be patient and wait.
- But then I want all of it.
-
- All of what?
-
- You, all of you my princess.
She giggled again:
- You are so bad, Mansi!
Meena sat up slightly and while supporting herself on her elbows, looked one time more at the door. Then she turned to him, leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips.
Mansour didn’t let her go, he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her breast to him and began to kiss her wildly.
She freed herself from his embrace and pushed him away.
- Are you crazy Mansi? He is only some steps away.
And looked concerned first at the door, and then at the upper windows.
- we must not allow him to catch us. This makes everything very complicated and we can’t see each other anymore. Please uncle, be reasonable.
She demanded.
- How can I be reasonable when I see your beauty? Perhaps we can go some minutes in my room?
She said:
- I think this is no good idea. You have to wait, I mean we have to wait.
Then she looked at his eyes, smiled and provocatively added:
- By the way, I followed up your commands, Sir!
Mansour responded:
- Yes I know and I told you how pretty you look…
- Not my head hair, my commander!
She giggled seductively.
He thought one moment, then grinned and said huskily:
- Wow. Show me!
- No, not here.
- Only a small part short.
Meena looked again at the door and windows, the she pulled her bikini bottom about one inch down.
He looked at her pubis:
- Wow, a little bit more,
She let bikini bottom go and said laughingly:
- No, it is enough for now…
Then added:
- I see we could have some problem there.
She pointed to his groin with her head and eyebrow movement and giggled.
While giving this little groan he muttered:
- I wish you hadn't showed me that without giving me more of that beautiful part to look at.
And grinned:
- You can say hello to your friend, if you want.
He contimued to smirk.
Meena blushed more and seemed very excited. She looked at my direction and murmured:
- I would like to, but…
- We can go a bit walking between trees!
He insisted.
Meena shook her head.
- No, uncle, don’t try to seduce me now. Later perhaps.
Then she laughed.
I noticed at this moment nothing is going to happen. I came out to them and sat next to Meena.
We relaxed the next hour and chatted about this and that…
It was about seven o' clock as Meena decided to cook and left for shower. I and Mansour sat there about half an hour then go in for dinner.
After dinner and some TV watching, I told them I am going to sleep.
Meena pretended that all her attention is to a movie on the TV. Mansour said good night to me and I went upstairs.
I waited some minutes in bedroom, sitting on the bed. Then I got out quietly. I waited at the bedroom door. First I couldn’t hear anything. I approached slowly to upper stairs. Now I could see them both. They were sitting on the couch but not more in front of the TV. It seemed she had no interest on the boring movie, but she waited only for me to disappear.
While sitting there, Mansour with one hand around Meena’s shoulder was holding her close, while his other hand gently stroked her dark hair.
I thought I see something on her neck, which was new for me. I looked more closely, yes, it was a necklace! I was sure now which necklace that is. The necklace which she had received from him on her sixteenth birthday. I didn’t like it. Not because it was from him but it had some strange and weird form. More like a collar for slaves!
Surely since those time she had kept it in her jewellery box. At their being together the night in the dining room, he asked for it and now she had it on.
I heard him saying:
- Yes I am satisfied that you have it on. But this doesn't reparate my suffering today.
- What, which suffering?
She was astonished.
- I have suffered today and you are guilty about it!
- Why have you suffered?
- At the pool. Do you remember?
- Oh, that. But you insisted to look at and I showed it to you, why am I guilty?
Then she giggled.
- You started it and then teased me intentionally.
She giggled further and said:
- I didn't know that you are so weak!
- On the contrary, I'll show you my strengh!
And bit lightly on her neck.
Meena jerked away and looked at his face.
- Oh, Mansi, what are you doing? are you hungry?
And laughed.
He kissed her neck again and said:
- Yes I am hungy after your sweet flesh. But first you are going to be punished for your guilt!
Meanwhile Mansour’s hand get down slowly to gently stroke her upper back.
She was wearing a knee lengh skirt, and an armless Blouse, which was in the back and front a bit revealing.
Meena’s natural reaction to his touching her back was to turn Abit and move closer to him and her full firm mounds pushed against him.
He was grinning, I thought he thinks for sure how to prepare her to accept to please him. I couldn’t imagine that Mansour is other than a man who believes a woman's role is only to serve and please her male, he was a typical Macho man.
- In spite of it, this will be a special night for you, my pricess, I promise.
He said proudly and self-assured.
Then he kissed her, lightly but passionately, alternating in his kiss pattern, savoring her full lips. All time he held her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of her delightfully parted lips. First he tilted her chin, his mouth descended and then with a fierce passion his tongue aimed into her mouth.
Meena welcomed his demanding passionate tongue kiss and she kissed him back.
I could see clearly the dance of their tongues together, darting and challenging. Now his hands were moving unrestricted. Her eyes were closed, as she is enjoying the moment.
At this moment one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled it over her blouse. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and jerked sharply down.
- Ahhhh... oh…
She gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Mansour.
I knew she is not used to violence and pain while making love, and this was a shock for her. But in spite of this, her lips seemed to open automatically to receive his penetrating wild tongue more.
I was more shocked as I watched how her body reacted in this way to his aggressive behavior.
She didn't, she really doesn't want to resist, I thought.
Then his wild and searching tongue met hers again.
I watched and thought this old man seems to be delighted and satistisfied with himself as he grinned and played with my naive and innocent young wife.
His hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found sure her stiffened nipple I thought, even she had still her blouse on.
I knew this because her nipples became soon very erected even after a short touch.
Meena squealed a little into his kissas if she is in Pain, pleasure and pain probably, but he did not release her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.
As her discomfort a litle bit prolonged, Mansour released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss.
Even as she relaxed he ran the palm of his hand over her breasts. Mansour fondled her full mound for a longer time and meanwhile she was squirming in his arms.
She was now trembling a bit, this was visible even for me at a distsnce.
It seemed as if Mansour tries to teach Meena the pain, and its relationship to pleasure. And Meena is a good student for him!
Certainly she had noticed this until this moment.
He looked shortly over at the stairs. There was no sign of me, her husband. He could go on.
Now Meena lay half beneath him. Her eyes looked up at him while her now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular.
Mansour’s hand began flicking the buttons of her light blouse.
Her hands reached for his. He ignored them.
Meena wanted to prevent this one time more. Something deep in her conscious was against this all. But her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep his eager hands away from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.
- Noooo! Please... let me see after him.
She pleaded.
I hurried to my bed.
A moment later, Meena opened the door of bedroom and peeked in, closing it again. I sat on the bed, waited some minutes and then got outside. They were no where to hear or see not even in dining room or kitchen. They are sure in guest house I thought.
I looked from upstairs hall window, yes, in bedroom of guest house were lights on.
I hurried down to the door and then quickly to back part of garden. Now I could watch them from the back window of guest house bedroom. Fortunately the curtains there were transparent and Jalousien were down only partially. I could see then clearly, the both bedside table lamps were on.
I suppose he wanted to enjoy watching her nakedness completely.
Meena was lying on her back. She had her skirt and blouse still on.
Mansour was only in his underwear. His hairy chest and big belly were visible. He was lying sideaways next to her with his face to window. I could see his face directly.
I watched as His hand pushed inside the blouse that did little to hide the rounded, full mounds. Two of upper buttons of it were already open.
His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm white flesh into his hand.
Meena gasped, and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though magic radiated from his strong hand and she had no control of her own body.
I thought one moment, this is not some young guy struggling for a quick grope but was a strong old master taking what he wanted.
Mansour stared with delight at firm orb and the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness.
His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his eager lips took that nipple into his mouth. She shivered as his hot mouth enclosed her delicious nipple.
His lips suckled, and then drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.
Her toes stretched as if the pleasure and pain overwhelming her breasts and then radiating across her body and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.
- Oooooh!
She moaned.
- You are going to be punished, you teaser.
Mansour groaned.
I saw he is grinning as he worked now with his teeth hard.
He could feel her obvious shiver and shake in response to his attention to her sensible body.
His tongue curled around the erect nipple and he was delighted when her back arched, and she unintentionally pushed her breast into his mouth.
Now one moment it seemed to me that Meena trying to push him away and he allows her even to push his shoulders back. Mansour’s mouth released the breast and he looked down at her.
I could see the clear difference between her neglected left breast to the overstimulated right one.
- Please, no more uncle…
Meena pleaded.
I was uncertain. Was she again not so sure, if she wants it to happen? or only protesting against his brutal style?
Meena’s hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at distance, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts.
He grinned and lowered his head to her left breast.
Meena struggled while his wet lips touched her left nipple.
She gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then his tongue easily rotated on the nub.
Her back arched and she attemped to pull her breast free, she knew what comes next.
I saw Mansour’s left his hand sliding under her skirt and stroking upwards over her shapely thigh.
She wanted to pull away, but she was trapped on the bed.
His heavy body, half upon her body and the other half still at her left side on the bed, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her skirt.
His hand was stroking gently the soft silky skin that I had always touched.
At this moment I guessed she is thinking that I never know about this incidence.
Mansour’s hand reached higher and I watched Meena allowing him to push her legs apart. Her skirt was now up to her waist and I could see her tensing as his hand found and covered her pussy over her slips.
Meena jerked as his hand lightly stroked her there.
All time his hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body what he wanted, and she could not stop him, even if she wanted to.
I thought this all is new for Meena. Everything in her life was always under her control. Now here on Mansour’s bed, she knew for sure, she had no control over happenings.
A finger pushed aside the gusset of her satin panties and slipped into her wet and sensitive female centre.
He took her left hand and guided it with his other hand between his own legs, and her fingers brushed the hot, hard length of his growing big dick over his shorts.
I saw his left hand released his giant hard on from his underwear. Then he retained his grip on in her hand and brought it back to his aroused and excited big rod.
She ran this time on her own will with her fingers along its length and then grasped its thickness.
At that point Mansour pushed a thick finger into her cunt.
- Ooooh! Please... Ohhh...uncle...please gently...
She demanded.
Mansour ignored her.
His lips were busy nibbling on the soft white skin of her slender neck.
His finger pushed deeper and she moaned again.
Now Meena's writhing legs closed on his hand seeking to squeeze his hand out from between her legs.
He circled his finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her pussy and thrust his finger in a further inch.
As his finger slid deeper I noticed that Meena's hand gripping his cock tightly in response. Her fingers could hardly connect around it.
Mansour shifted his position then both his hands went up under her skirt. After his this shifting movement, more of his cock slid out of his underwear, and its length became apparent.
Meena looked down at his giant pole which was now standing there in all its proud.
I could read in her wide eyes what she thinks. It was far too long to go inside her.
Her breathing had become heavy.
- It's too big...
Her words came out in gasps. There was a tension in her throat.
But as he tugged at her panties, her hips rose slightly as if automatically, allowing him to ease her panties down.
Mansour grinned. I thought he knew that she is now finally his.
Then his mouth dropped to close her lips with another kiss. Meena seemed to jerk again beneath him as her body was uneasy by the soft touch of his licking tongue on her lips.
Meanwhile his hands worked on her skin, enjoying the feel of her shapely full thighs.
I could see she pushes against him in response to the sensations she could not avoid as his tongue excited her.
Now his hands pushed her shapely thighs apart, her skirt rising up around her waist.
Finally Mansour positioned himself between her legs.
Meena was for sure aware of this movement.
The teasing of his tongue was relentless, and exciting. He really knew how to excite her.
I supposed in this moment, the situation was for her again to realize what is coming up.
Certainly at this very point she was sure he is goin to fuck her.
Perhaps she imagined my face or she thought about her childhood and the times as she played with her nice and kind uncle.
For whatever reason, Meena jerked her head one moment to free of his tongue, turned to face him presumably to tell him to stop. But there came first just one and then another word:
-...please...uncle...
She looked up into his eyes.
In his eyes I could see passion and desire. Desire for her, for his innocent niece who was my lovely wife.
She could see it certainly too. She looked down at his giant manhood so near to the centre of her body.
Instantly in consequence of this observation she humped her hips and flushed at the same time with shame at her action.
She gazed back at his eyes and in her look this time I saw desire too, desire for him, for her beloved uncle and his mamouth cock.
When his mouth dropped again to hers, her mouth opened in response to the passionate demand of his kiss.
As his tongue slid between her lips, her own tongue danced to meet his and locked with his.
In this moment I knew it: She is lost.
Then Mansour’s monster pole nudged the portal of her tender pussy.
At the feeling of this, Meena’s eyes flared wide. She stared up again into the passion filled eyes of her uncle.
Mansour met her gaze. I saw the satisfaction and joy in his eyes when he noticed the shock in Meena’s eyes as she realised he was about to enter her.
He thrust his hips and broke free of her eagerly kissing lips.
-Oooooooohhh!... No!... you are too big,…Mansi...
She demanded with fearful, pleading eyes.
Mansour thrust again and finally he passed through the narrow door to her womanhood.
He paused only now.
I imagined he feels how tight she ist and he wants first enjoy the hot tight grip of her pussy on his cock.
Then after this short interval he leaned forward and thrust deeper.
Another inch of his thick manhood slid into Meena’stight cunt, and her legs flew wide in reaction.
Mansour now grasped the hot curves of her hips and lifted, as he thrust deeper. His cock was then more inches into her.
He thrust again, sliding a further few inches into her.
- Ooooooh... no...not more, I'm bursting, I can't more Mansi! Oooooooh...Please uncle!
He roared a triumphal laugh and thrust again, and groaned:
- You are mine, your pussy is mine princess, you have to open up for your big friend...you get used to him soon...
Meena's hips started jerking spasmodically beneath him, her legs grasped him then released him.
She struggled to push him away. She tried wriggling to get free from him.
Mansour held himself in position, while she wriggled and struggled. He enjoyed the feel of his cock as is it slithered deeper in her now well-lubricated sheath.
Meena stopped struggling.
I thought she realized that her efforts only results in his cock going deeper inside her and it seemed she was going to have to let him have his way with her.
She was helpless to prevent her dominant, strong and fat uncle taking his pleasure between her legs. She was going to get fucked.
After this phase of helplessness, it seemed she became accustomed to his thickness. Her abused pussy seemed already relaxed and adapted to its size.
I noticed that he had stopped thrusting into her.
Meena looked up at his face.
I realised from his expression, Mansour is savouring the pleasure of being inside her. He was gazing down at her.
Meena flushed under his gaze and asked with trembling voice:
- Is that it all? Are you already inside?
Mansour grinned.
- No my teasing princess. It was only a part of it.
Then he ran his hands up from his grip on her curvy hips, sliding them along the soft skin to the sides of her breasts and finally her shoulders. He clutched firmly on her shoulders, looked at her beautiful face and repeated:
- No, that is not all...
... and thrust again.
I could see he is enjoying the startled look on her face as he thrust and thrust again, this time firmly holding her shoulders to keep her in position as he pushed deeper.
- Ooooooh... oh God... oooooh, Mansi...uncle...
Meena wailed louder.
Mansour freed one of his hands and reached up to grasp her dark hair in his grip. He jerked her head back.
I saw pain shot through her face and eyes, but it seemed this also sends further powerful impacts down her body.
Now the sound of slapping his balls against her bottom were clearly to hear.
This time Mansour should be all the way in my beautiful wife, my Meena, I thought.
She stirred beneath him
.
Now my own cock was completely erect. But I couldn't touch it. I felt that even a light touch could bring it to explosion.
Mansour looked down at her pretty face.
I noticed he is enjoying this all. He noted her gasping breath and her dilated and unfocussed eyes.
Now he stopped his movements and gave her a short time to recover.
When Meena’s eyes finally focussed on him again he grinned down at her.
She smiled faintly back at him.
- Now, am going to fuck you my princess!
he groaned.
Meena's eyes seemed to widen again.
I noticed that her beautiful legs wrap around him.
He grinned, she smiled nervously back at him.
Then he started to fuck.
This time she whined and whined like a bitch in heat as he withdrew then thrust. His hips rose and fell beneath her spread thighs.
I saw how tight the silky inner thighs of my wife clasped him to her. I could feel she is lost in passion beneath him.
Was there any greater sexual pleasure for Meena at her life up to today? I thought no, for sure not.
I doubted if she had even near such a pleasure with me.
Mansour gripped her shoulders and took her completely, thrusting and driving his wild, giant prick deeper inside Meena’s cunt, enjoying the excellent pleasure of her tight pussy around his monstrous pole.
Her laud and long wails indicated her oncoming orgasm beneath him.
Meena was now shaking and shivering and finally cumming beneath her beloved uncle.
Mansour paused briefly, then resumed his efforts.
- Please stop Mansi... I have come already... enough...
Mansour laughed and renewed his urgent thrusting.
- Oh please... uncle… too much...
He ignored her and thrust away.
She wriggled and squirmed seeking to push him away. It was too intense, too powerful, the feelings was too strong.
Then to my shock a second unbelieable orgasm overtook her, she jerked and throbbed in spasms beneath him.
Shocking and disbelieving, not only for Meena but also for me, this could not be Happening!
She had never before experienced two orgasms one after another! This was certainly a new adventure for her, I thought.
Meena collapsed in his arms underlying and defeated. There was no point resisting.
Mansour above her continued his thrusting and heaving between her shapely legs which were still eagerly clasped around him.
Now to my astonishment and for sure, to her own amazement a rolling wave of orgasms seemed to overcome her as she devotedly gave up her resisting struggle and let him use her as he wished.
I could see the picture of this old, bald, fat and ugly but strong and dominant alpha male who took what he wanted and this, just from his niece.
At the same time I saw with a thrill of excitement my wife, Meena, young and beautiful and innocent, seemed to enjoy her own submissive inferiority.
He stiffened suddenly while trusting more vigorously and with more speed and screamed:
- I am cummimg princes, I am cumming in you cunt, Ahhhhhh.
I think the realization that he orgasmed and erupted his seed deep into her pussy, triggered another even more heated , visible and shaking orgasm through her body.
It was as though her body was eagerly trying to receive his seed!
I myself could not hold back any longer, I stroked the head of my erect dick for only ten seconds and came all over the wall of guest house.
Mansour broke free from her. His cock long and slick with her juices slithered out of her and she looked in disbelief at its length and thickness.
She looked up at him in adimiring as the real world slowly returned.
The act was done and completed. The intensity of their emotional and bodily activities made left them no power and energy of the ability to talk for a while.
They lay together, her head in the crook of his arm while he stroked her neck, shoulders and breast as they calmed down from the initial intensity of lust.
Then he said as confirmed:
- You will be mine every time I wish.
Meena kissed his chest and then his lips and said:
- Yes, sure Mansi.
Then she tried to stand up.
I ran into the house and hurried to our bedroom.
I lay on my bed thinking about the things I saw. I thought back, replaying episodes from their love making in my mind.
After my successful sexual liberation and releasing the pressure in my balls, now came one time more the rational thinking and natural jealousy.
I know she didn't begged to be fucked by him, not even asked or showed some interest. on the contrary, often I could hear and see her rejection.
But she didn't fight against him and his will.
Okay, she was blackmailed but is this enough reasoning for how she behaved on his bed?
He didn' t force her but what he said and what he did, were as if he told her: "you can reject me and I'll make you regret it, you can behave and I'll make you sexually and emotionally happiest and most satisfied woman.
Mansour showed her, that he is going to enjoy her body no matter what it takes. And in return he made Meena to enjoy the type of sex and love making that she never knew about it.
He had her now, he knew it and I knew it too, despite Meena's first refusing and negative attitude, she was gaining a great pleasure from his incredible dick and he knew he could make her his slut.
Now after this night and the scenes which I saw, I could easily imagine Meena begs him to take her everyday or by every oppotunity, I could imagine after this night she can't go a day without thinking of him deep fucking her cunt and she begs him to take her until she orgasms without ending.
What should or can I do? I thought.
My choices were weak, none of them good.
I could stay with Meena, but I would have not to be jealous any more, and in any case I had to accept his dominance over her and therby up to a certain degree even over my life.
Or I could leave her. To go away and forget her and forget my home and the life as I used to. To leave this all behind me.
That might be good for my ego, but I lose for always the woman whom I loved and still love in spite of everything since that first night, after that damned phone call...
***
Meena got in the bedroom not long after. She looked after me and was sure that I am still sleeping.
Then she left for bathroom.
I imagined her washing Mansour's cum from her pussy, then I was suddenly aware that I have a new erection!
I tried to think about something else but I couldn't. I turned and lay on my side with my back to her side of bed.
After some minutes she came out of the bathroom and quietly lay beside me. She stayed lying some minutes there, away from me.
I was sure she is thinking about what there happend in the guest hous on his bed.
Abruptly she turned to me and hugged me from behind, but verly gently not to wake me up, and murmured softly:
- I love you baby, forgive me, I have no choice...
The End
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