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

[Sarathkumar]

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Lollobionda

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[Lollobionda]

Is this the last time I will get to enjoy looking at her beauty? 
I still love her with all my heart, body and soul! Did I do it wrong from he beginning Why couldn't I see this coming in time to do something about it? Am I right? Do I really know her?..’ 
I thought to myself.
These questions appeared in and rolled away from my mind and then back again as if they were ripples across the water in a pond....

° ° ° 

I knew that the first evening as we came home and we received that damn phone call from her lost uncle, perhaps was going to play the most important crossroad and point of change of our relation, our partnership and our life.


Just how we had reached this point in our life?

Taking the right step and decide to turn the things how it was happening, my intervention on that night when all this began, would be a safe decision and the rescue for our sweet and lucky life.
Yes, I owed this to both of us and our life, she was a confused and frightened girl in those days and I let her alone, and to go lost due to my egoistic and perverse inclination.
I was who missed the opportunity and the person now is losing definitively everything…

There is no need for a new conversation between me and my wife.
I had spent countless hours trying to discover the truth and now it was there, everything is clear. I had discovered so many things in the last few minutes, her behavior showed so many of the signs that were clear indications of how she feels and what she wishes.
Again, I sadly listed them carefully in my mind to ensure that maybe I had missed something or even misunderstood what I had concluded.

Up this moment, I was not sure exactly when her love for him started. Today she had confessed that she loved him much earlier.
I knew, she had loved him as her uncle but to be in love with him as a man and have sexual feeling about him? But she had not earlier shown any sign which indicates this.
She had never been distant and distracted with me, to be suspicious that she loves another one. She was always attentive to my every word and need.
With a mental sigh, I thought, she seemed always to crave making love to me at every opportunity she felt I would like. She was even in the last few weeks, the ideal wife and best companion that every man could imagine.

It is maddening, I thought to myself...

I was sure before all this had begun she was not in love with him.
What happened now?
Almost over the past few minutes she has seemed to be changed!
Could it be real?
I couldn't figure out how someone can change so rapidly in her mind and feelings and again I had no clue as to what she is up to now?
But in each case, it is obvious to me that I cannot continue this relation, not now that I knew everything, even if I loved her for all these years and still love her…
My wonderful, caring and loving Meena is gone and I can never find her again…

“Baby…?”

I heard and stood up in a hurry, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and hugged her. I didn’t want her to see my tears.

“I love you baby… That was so wonderful…” She whispered.

I was astonished.
How can it be? How she dares? Now, after she confessed her infidelity, at least in her word and her emotions? I had given her permission to touch, my hidden desires once more and I was the one who finally lost. This is the end, I thought to myself.
But when she took my face in her hand and then put her arms around my shoulders
to embrace me, I let her to do that and then first hide my face in her hair then slowly started to weep.
Meena took me by my shoulders and pushed me a little back to look at my face.

“What is the matter Nadir? Why are you crying, baby? Please, no… Why?” 
And then she embraced me again, but harder and kissed my eyes, my cheeks and then my lips.
“Don’t… Please don’t baby… Why? Why?... Honey, please, you are my baby. You know that I love and adore you. I have always loved you and I always will. Honey, I just want to tell you how much I love you. Why are you... crying?”

I was confused, I didn’t quite know what I feel about and how I should react to what happened just some seconds before and about her behavior and what she already confessed and her speech now.
Meena looked at my face with a curious look on her face, 
I looked back deep in her eyes and tried to speak strongly, clearly and without emotions: 
“Do you remember what you said while you were cumming? Your last words?”

Meena pondered one moment and then: “Yes, baby… I said I love you, I really do…”

“But you told it to Mansour… to your uncle…“

The shock of my words left her with her mouth hanging open and gasping for air.

Immediately after that, she began to laugh loudly: “And you think…. Hahaha… And because of that, are you crying? Ohhhhhhh, you are really my baby… My sweet baby…”

And then she continued: “I got scared, I thought something terrible is bothering you so much. I was afraid there something is wrong with you or you want to tell me something bad about our relationship and life…”

I was still confused, but I was somewhat comforted. Perhaps I take this all too dramatically, I thought to myself.
As Meena slowly stopped to laugh, her facial expression changed to much serious.

The tone of her voice had a sign of irritation: “Why would you even think something like that? How could you even possibly think anything like that, much less say it? I am really hurt!”

Looking me in my face carefully, she murmured in a somehow sad voice: “I wonder of you really love me as much as I love you?”

I saw the tears in her eyes as she looked directly in my eyes and continued firmly: “This is your game Nadir, we play your game just as you like…”

This look on Meena’s face would have been unhappy or even disappointed and frustrated in most any other circumstances.

Then she took my hands in hers, kissed them and told me: “Come here… let me feel your body next to mine…”

Meena lay back again. And I lay next to her with my head on her chest, she started to caress my hair, while I started to stroke her breast.

Then she whispered: “Did you notice my baby? Do you understand how dangerous this game can be? For my part: I am not going to do anything to endanger my love and our relationship, you can harm my body if I do something you don’t want me to do or I do not something you want me to do. You can hate me or you can beat me, you can do what you want, I am not going to blame you, but before you do anything: I am not going to endanger my love and my partnership with you. Nothing can be more painful than to lose myself once again…”

Her voice ton was now firm and serious again: “I love you Nadir… I just had always to keep trying for my love. I just love you so much and I want you to love me the same way! How could you think that I can love somebody else? I am so disappointed…”

At this moment she took my left hand from her breast to her mouth and kissed it many times softly and then put my hand on her soft tit again.

“And your uncle…?”

“I love him as my uncle not as my man, I had never such feelings for him…

“And he? What is about his feelings?”

“He loves his princess…” Meena whispered innocently.

“You mean he loves you as the woman of his life and his princess…”

“No, he loves his princess as his woman, but I am just Meena, your Meena, Meena belongs to you and You love Meena don’t you?”

“Okay, do you answer my question now Meena, just to play our game…”

Meena murmured slowly but firmly: “I will do what you want Nadir, but not this one… I don’t permit anything or anyone to bring my Love, my marriage and my luck in danger, this is normal and healthy for a creature, to protect himself and his life, isn’t it? My love is mine and even you are not allowed to harm it, I do not allow you… I am not going to repeat that bitter time, in which I was broken and I am not going let someone, not even you to risk this…”

“It seems you are not sure about your feelings?” I said provocatively.

Meena responded calmly: “I am sure about my feelings, but not about yours and not about his… I don’t like to discuss this subject. This is and will be my only and last demand about this theme. Never ever with Mansi. Otherwise you have my word, I’ll do everything for you as I said, I am going to do what you wish, as always. I have done this always or not?”

“Yes, you are right…”
I murmured, while looking from the window. It was snowing outside, a beautiful view there, out of window, and just before my eyes, a naked beauty, the most wonderful woman in the world, my mind was calm and my heart warm….

° ° ° ° °

- tbc -
( 26870 )

[ronylol]

super
waiting for an update brother

[fer_prog]

Hello friends, 

I want to know your opinion about this storie. 
What do you all mean? 
I ask you to share your thoughts with me and all other readers. 

best regards 
Lollobionda

There are lots to tell about ur story. its an amazing wonderful masterpiece in adultry section. I love the way you write and express the beautiful relationship between a cuckold and his beloved beautiful wife. The way you build up the characters and write every situation and every dialog between the hubby-wife, its too much beyond our imagination. You are a god's gifted writer. and I enjoyed so much your story. If you consider the suggestion, then I would like to tell you, do not delay to fuck meena by her uncle, in front of her hubby. please do it soon and, as now their relationship is bonded in strong trust, now meena should enjoy some fucking, in absence of her hubby, and later she could describe those incidents to her hubby. that's my expectation from you. Good luck and best wishes for u dear.

[Lollobionda]

[Lollobionda]

I murmured, while looking from the window. It was snowing outside, a beautiful view there, out of window, and just before my eyes, a naked beauty, the most wonderful woman in the world, my mind was calm and my heart warm….

* * * * *

Bad News ...

After some days Meena began to pack up for her journey to her family.
Despite our conversations at the last time and the security she gave me in recent days about her faith and love, I was a little bit nervous.
Finally, this was our first time to be separated over two days.
The Saturday in two weeks, after our last discussion about Mansour and the exciting role play game, was her departure day.

The weather was nothing but dry and sunny. on the way to the Airport, I asked: ‘Are you alone with your mother and your sister…?’

‘You know already my brother flies tomorrow from Los angles…’

‘Yes, I knew it…’

‘And Mansi come tomorrow too…?’

She added calmly while looking straight at the street.
I had a heart palpitation now.

‘What? Why did you not mention it before…?’ I said almost shocked.

She continued: ‘ He called me yesterday and said he has planned to come at the last moment, because he misses us, especially me and wishes to spend some days with us…’

‘But, is there any place for all in the house of your mother?’ I tried to hide my anger.

‘Not much, but we find a way, by the way, Mahan and Nouri travel to coast for three days, also no big problem…’

After hearing this I was devastated. Her brother and sister are leaving and there will be only Meena, her mother and Mansour in the house for some days. 
At that moment, I felt her gaze on my face. As I turned to look over at her face, she was staring at me with a grin in her face. 

Meena couldn't help but laugh loud and then she said: ‘I love it… I love this expression on your face…You should see yourself…’ she grinned, shaking her head.
She leaned over again to give a kiss on my cheek: ‘I love you Nadir…’
She whispered, and added: ‘I wanted just tease you, it is not true, I haven’t heard from him about a journey and it is not planned anything like this. We all are leaving in three days for holidays at the sea.’ And laughed.

After half an hour, as we kissed and separated for some days, my lovely wife told me: ‘I love you Nadir, you know this and I am not going to do anything without your knowledge.’ 

‘Yes, I know.’

When I was riding home, I had some thoughts again: 
She didn’t say I don’t do anything this type but she said: „I am not going to do anything without your knowledge”, that can also mean, perhaps she does something and then after some time tells me about it, then when I know about it, it is with my knowledge, she didn’t emphasize without my permission…

Meena’s attitude certainly has changed since the beginning of this adventure.
We both were always very conservative in these issues… Now she was behaving and talking more and more playfully and high-spirited, even ongoing cocky and naughty.
But the main change was her trying to tease me onward and more and more.
She had noticed that I am very sensitive about her contacts and I am very jealous when I don’t know about them. 
Then she was going to have a good time provocative. That was enjoying herself, I suppose. She knew my fetish now: to enjoy and to suffer. 
The problem was at the time of that, I didn’t know if this is real what she says or she pretends just so and she is only teasing me. For example, while our Roleplay game, as she told Mansour that she loves him, she did not say this in combination with his name and then after my reaction, she told me that she meant me and not him at the time as her climax entered...

The next five days were silent and I must admit, I was at least three times watching my recordings of beginning of this adventure and had some very intense orgasms, as I watched the first scenes from Meena and Mansour’s sex sessions. 
We had phone contact every day and chatted about her daily activities and mine. There was nothing special. I missed Meena very much and she also admitted that she won’t leave home and me for so a so long time at the future.
Two days before Meena come back, she called late at the night and told me hat Mansour nevertheless had visited them and was there for some hours, in attendance of his son. They stayed just for dinner and then left. She told about his son who is very nice with good manners and she is very happy to see them…

Meena arrived on Tuesday and we both were very happy and excited to see each other.
We decided to visit the Italian restaurant for dinner. While meal I was silent and she spoke about the last days and how she missed me. 
We went back and before to go to sleep we had a very intensive sex…
At breakfast, we were silent. She was reading her post. I was very relaxed after our exciting sex last night. I looked at my beautiful wife, things are now perfect for us as a couple, I thought to myself. 
The happenings in the last time were as if some dreams, sometime really frightening and depressing and other times very exciting.
There was a paradoxical component in these happenings and our reactions to them.
But now everything is going great or so it seemed.
At this moment as I was deep in my thinking, there came a phone call.

She stood up and took the receiver: ‘Hello… what? …no, no, no…’

As she was standing there, I saw she is beginning to faint and falling. I stood up in a hurry and took her at last moment and just before she Just gets her head hurt on the table. 

The telephone was on the floor and I could hear the receiver as someone was calling: ‘Hallo? Hallo?’

I let Meena to sit on a chair as she murmured: ‘He is dead, my uncle, Mansi is dead.’ 
Then she screamed loudly.

Then I took the receiver and was informed that Mansour had an accident the last late night as he was on his way to the capital city. He was on his own car. There was anfrontal crash with a truck, he had a brain injury and was immediately dead….
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The Funeral ...

It really hadn't been a good time for us until the funeral.
Meena was very upset and depressed. She was weeping all time.
I saw her so strongly down only one time, when her father died.
I was trying to calm her all time.
There was a funeral ceremony in Mansour's home town and we had to go.
We settled down in a hotel near to his house, Meena didn’t want to stay in his house.
All Salimi family was present. Mansour’s family members and the family of his wife were also there. Saleh, his best friend was who organized everything. Other present persons were some of Mansour’s friends and some remotely relatives.
The funeral was a very big affair. We were very surprised to see that so many people
were there to pay their respect to Mansour.

I moved closer to my wife and whispered: ‘Obviously, he was not so bad to others as we thought!’

She looked with somehow angry looks at me and whispered her reply: “It's not nice from you Nadir, he is dead…”

I replied still whispering: ‘But the memories do not fade, for some beautiful and for some other combined with hate…’

Meena did not respond immediately to my cynical remark but after a short pause said: ‘I am just thinking about his son, Ali. I feel sorry for the lad. It is a real sad thing that he now has lost his father too…. I hope he could stand it.’ 

‘I Feel sorry for him too.’ I added.

Meena nodded and then she left my side and approached Ali.
The young lad Was very sad, he seemed alone and was lost in his thoughts. Everybody could see and feel that.
Most time Meena spoke with him and tried to calm him, some time he could not control himself and was almost crying.
While funeral Saleh came to me and told me if he can come next time to s and get Mansour’s small properties such as clothes and so on, which were in our house yet.
I answered sure but it is better if he talks about it with Meena.
She accepted and they made an appointment for next days.
The day after funeral Meena told me she likes to spend a short time, some hours with Ali, Mansour’s son, to support him psychotically and encourage him. We planned to ride back that afternoon, then they had some hours together.
Getting back home, we both took two free days to relax.
The second day about noon we got a call. It was Saleh who informed Meena that Mansour has appointed Meena as main heir in his testament.
Meena was in a very emotional state, while weeping she told me that while calling, Saleh was very disappointed and somewhat angry and added that he comes at weekend to discuss this.
Then she came to me and hugged me. Since some days, we had no body contact. But now, after the last incident and Mansours’s death, I had the feeling that everything isnormal as earlier. 
I felt ashamed about it, but the feeling was there deep in my mind.
Meena mentioned that she never thought Mansour would do such a testament. She was like a daughter for him but she never thought about such a thing. She added, she thinks Saleh is right when he is angry. I asked what had Mansour as property. She told me she doesn’t know either. Perhaps another house...

In the next days, we got a call from lawyer and after she called back, it was clear that Mansour gave her his Seaside house. His city house with garden and all his Money was his legacy for his son. That was a good sum of money which he got from selling a third house and there was his company which half of it belonged to his companion, Saleh.
But for next six years, up to Ali’s eighteenth Birthday, Mansour had appointed Meena as the administrator of his property, and the person who is responsible for his son. 
Actually Saleh was not mentioned in his testament and he was going to get nothing from Mansours heritage. Saleh was living partly in Mansour’s city house since their releasing from jail…

The next few days everything run normally, Meena was a bit more relaxed but she was often thinking and dreamingly. We planned to drive to Mansour’s home town to regulate and register the official matters about the houses and money in next two weeks.
We talked often about Ali and his staying and living with us and in our home.
I persuade her to take him to us in summer, when the college year is over.
We were agreed that otherwise he would have difficulties in the college and with his learning. In the meantime we talked with the relatives of his mother and with him to stay in their home for next months. Meena agreed to pay for their help and efforts. 
Meena was very excited. Now she was going to be the mother of a twelve years old boy. She was going to feel herself like a mother, what she couldn’to be naturally given.

Later Saleh called. He said that he wants to come and talk with her about the testament issue. 
Meena told him he can come on Friday and looked at me if that is okay. 
I said,yes. sure. 
Then I added, I must not be present while they discuss, because this is a subject for them two. Perhaps he is more relaxed if I am not there.
She nodded and they appointed for next Friday...

On Friday afternoon Saleh appeared.
We were back from shopping, as the doorbell rang. Meena looked at me, I said I am going upstairs and disappeared. In my study where I turned on the display for cameras.
Meena hurried and tidied away the shoppings items before she entered the living room and opened the door to house for him and told him to come in.
There was that small figure who was grinning as he entered in the house and then immediately went to sofa. It seemed that he doesn’t want to stand near Meena with his little frame. Saleh was almost the same age like Mansour, but very thin and small, so small that reminded me of a Midget, those days!
Saleh was a friend of Mansour and was introduced and supported by Mansour to get a job in the Insurance company where he and Meena’s father worked. Saleh had a lower position and at that time, I heard that has not a clean and clear past.
Meena walked to sit on the opposite chair and then she stared at that small figure.
Saleh looked up. I could feel that there is a certain tension in the atmosphere. He was sitting in front of her. I saw he is looking at her as if couldn't keep his eyes off her.
I looked at Meena. She was in her jeans as always at home.
Meena was no woman to show much skin specially in such a occasion, still I could see her shapely strong legs and could imagine her almost perfect figure under her clothings. The short-sleeved blouse was white with a blue collar and fitting gut to her bosom. She wore middle high sandals. The whole outfit was sexy elegant and typical for Meena at home.
Her beautiful outstanding, superb tits were there definitely the stars to watch.
She wore a bra but the upper part of her breasts could be seen.
I looked at them, then at her lovely face and her red nice shaped lips, and at once I felt a twitch in my rod. I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
I thought to myself, Saleh is in the same state, for sure.
I could hear them clearly if they spoke. 

It took some silent Moments, then Meena looked at him and asked: ‘What can I do for you, Saleh?’

There was a palpable concern in Meena's voice, if not outright fear.

I could feel that she tries to hide under cover of annoyance. I had the feeling that something was very wrong here. I was not sure if Meena had the same feeling.
Saleh looked up, still grinning and stared insolently at my wife.
I could interpret his stare as a challenge, as an assertion of his position.

He started: “I am very angry. I hate these two men who I looked at them as my friends. They ruined my life, I mean your father and Mansour. You know about not legal things which we three did in the insurance company. Your father was the main brain of our fraudulent activity. Mansour told me you are the only one who knows about how it was, except us. Your father managed all that. But we two went to jail and he took all money. I lost my family, my whore wife took all my property and went with another man and I don't know even where she lives now.”

Meena was clearly upset. She said pleadingly: “I didn't know about your family Saleh. It is very upsetting for me to hear this. I am so sorry. But you must learn to forgive and forget. You have yet a long life before you and you have your own life and your company.” 

He laughed bitterly: “Which company? I need too much money still to initiate it. I know nobody and I have nobody to help me. Mansour had his contacts, and I? I can't manage it. That is the end of our illusion. He is dead and I must search my own way.”

Meena looked at him with compassion.

Saleh added: “Okay, you want to know what I want from you.”

“Yes, how can I help you? I suggested uncle Mansi to sell my house and pay our debt. But he didn't want to destroy our life. Not mine and not that of my family.”

He laughed: “I am no child my dear. I don't want some compensation for my years in jail or my money which your father had stolen. I know that this is not practical. If I try to get my right, you and your family lose everything and I get nothing too. But what I want is my other right, everything Mansour gave you and his son, all his property belongs to me. I renounce all your father's debt. And you give me every property of your uncle Mansour. Do you agree?”

Meena seemed very serious at that moment. “I didn't want to get anything from him. I could not imagine that he is going to do something like that. I was completely surprised to hear that he has appointed me as an inheritance or administrator.... But I personally have no such a money, I can give you monthly a part of my salary but not more, I can leave up the seaside house to you and that’s it, I cannot more than that. The money and other house belongs to Ali actually, and I cannot give way his property, you understand this for sure. I am not going to do such a thing.” 

Saleh remained calm for a few seconds. He seemed a bit upset, perhaps even aggressive but at the same time I had the feeling that he had calculated with such a response from Meena.

After a short pause, he looked direct in her face and said: “I see. First you should show me your salary terms and conditions. Then we make an appointment to go to lawyer for the seaside house stuff, but that is not enough, I get something more for the money and house…”

“What do you want more? I give you what I can…”

“Look. I told you I am not a child. At the time as we were in jail, Mansour told me, he promised me to collect our money from your family and give me my part of it. After our releasing, everything changed. He was not the same person as he was in prison. I knew that he didn’t get money or anything material from you at the beginning, I thought he cannot overcome his conscience to harm the family of his best friend who he is dead, I speak about your father. But then accidentally I heard your telephone conversations. At that moment, I knew and could imagine why he received no money from you or your Family. I was so naive, he got something special in favor, he has renounced with our right because you. You were his girl, he got you for that…”

Meena was one moment silent with open mouth. I was also shocked. (...)

Saleh grinned: “I heard every details as you were talking and you know...”

Meena was completely pale in the face. (...)

He continued: “You were his sweetheart lover. This is the truth and therefore he talked and appointed you as his heritage. Now what I want: I want to have the right to come here and…”

Meena interrupted him: “Saleh stop… One moment… please. As I said, it is okay with my part, I mean the seaside house. I don't need it. We can arrange it…”

Saleh stood up angrily and shouted: “Now be quiet, and don't interrupt me, do you understand? You women all are the same.”

Meena was upset over his talk and voice tone but she looked only at the floor. 
I thought she is going to be blackmailed again but this time in another way.

"It is not complicated to understand. On the contrary it is very simple what I want!
Either, as I said, you give me all his property, which are actually and essentially, mine. Or, if you don’t want or you can’t do it, I have right to get something else, which belonged to him… Can you follow me?..."

Meena was completely pale in her face.

It took long till she looked in his direction and as if she is recovered enough from a shock, said demanding: “No… I mean I don’t understand what you mean, what do you want…” 
She said weakly while looking in his direction. Meena’s voice was near to weepingly, I could see and hear this and I was not sure what to do.

Saleh knew at this moment that he has the winnings card: “I want and I am going to have his girl… You belong to his property too. You were his bitch. Now you are going to be mine when I wish. Otherwise your husband and all your family are going to know everything. They are going to be informed about every detail regarding your father, you and Mansour. Do you understand?”

Saleh added: “You can decide now.”

“S-So? how do you dare to come in my house and ask such things? What this means at all? What are you going on about? We can speak about money and it is all… Otherwise please leave my house at once…“ Meena screamed loud with flushed cheeks.

I could fell that she tries to hide it but she was scared now and he noticed this as me for sure.
The older, small man had a gleam in his eyes. I was dying to know what is to come out finally from the delicate and difficult situation.

Saleh smiled as he heard the tremor in her voice: “That will be a mistake from you to ask me to leave Meena… You know I have nothing to lose and I am not your uncle or somebody else who have mercy with the people like you. If I leave now, you and your family are going to be hurt and lose everything…”

Meena was now crying, with her face in her Hand on the table: ‘Have mercy Saleh, I was forced to do it all, please let us talk...’ 
She said pleadingly.

I thought to me: That was it, she is broken.
Meena‘s reaction was exactly what Saleh had desired, she was not looking to flee or to fight, rather she wanted to stay and argue with him.

Saleh sat down again, leaned forward and yelled: ‘He had you as his bitch here in this house and you are begging me and asking for mercy?’

‘Please Saleh… Nadir is upstairs.’

I couldn’t wait anymore. There were we again.
My wife, my Meena was going to be blackmailed again.
I had a bad experience the last time. I must interfere this time I thought to me and stood up and got downstairs. When I was downstairs, he was saying goodbye and was on the way to leave at the door. I heard his last words to her.

‘In next days I call and we make an appointment for lawyer and other things…’

Meena turned away immediately as he left. She didn’t wait for me and went into the dining room.
I think she wanted me not to see her face and eyes….

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- tbc -
( 26875 )

[ronylol]

now what meena and nadir will do ?

[defunct]

Please don’t do this , please bring mansour back otherwise there will be no erotica left ,

[Lollobionda]

Please don’t do this , please bring mansour back otherwise there will be no erotica left ,

Dear friend, 

I also share your opinion. 
But because I am not the original writer of this story, it is not up to me to reintegrate 
Mansour into the story. 
I can only share what I copied at "Xossip" back then and now publish here on behalf of 
the original writer. 

Still have fun reading. 

Lollobionda

[Sarathkumar]

Dear friend, 

I also share your opinion. 
But because I am not the original writer of this story, it is not up to me to reintegrate 
Mansour into the story. 
I can only share what I copied at "Xossip" back then and now publish here on behalf of 
the original writer. 

Still have fun reading. 

Lollobionda

Good going and a sharp twist !!!! Expecting some exotic  happenings between meena and the next lucky guy!!! Can't wait for the next update and the narration you make!!! Applause

[Lollobionda]

Meena in her swimming pool in front of Mansour

[Lollobionda]

I had a bad experience the last time. I must interfere this time I thought to me and stood up and got downstairs. When I was downstairs, he was saying goodbye and was on the way to leave at the door. I heard his last words to her.

‘In next days I call and we make an appointment for lawyer and other things…’
Meena turned away immediately as he left. She didn’t wait for me and went into the dining room.
I think she wanted me not to see her face and eyes…

° ° ° ° ° 

In the days after her ultimate departure from her uncle, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our minds and our hands off each other. There was my certainty that Meena loves only me and she belongs only to me.
There was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animal lust. But following the death of Mansour I had the feeling that the excitement is going kind of to wear off.
In the last few days although we stayed Close somehow, but otherwise left each other alone.
Break time of the mind and body. It was not completely leave each other alone, and it wasn't something we acknowledged, we just did it.

I can tell, I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Then I thought for me that, it would be correct to let her have time to leave her grief and sorrow behind herself.
Now, after this incident with this old, little stranger, while I stood there and looked at the dining room door, which was half open, I was waiting for a reaction from her.
This could be crying, screaming, shouting, or at least to sit and talk with me, about what he wants from her and how can I help her.
I was eager to know, very curious if she informs me, if she speaks about everything with me and tries to solve her problem with my help and support…
I was thinking what can I do? Should I interfere and speak about everything what I know? I couldn't assess the consequences of my intervention.
My biggest fear was to lose her.
I went into the dining room and looked at her questioning.
She was sitting there and drinking a glass of water. She was pale in her face but she was trying to look calm and relaxed.

I asked: ‘Is everything okay?’

“I have to talk to you.”

I thought now she is going to admit. 
This is too much for her and she had decided to speak about it.

I sat down and Meena began to speak quietly: ‘He is very poor. He doesn't think that he can manage to continue and complete the plans of Mansour, I mean the insurance issue. He had lost his family while staying in prison. I am so sorry for him...’

Meena's argumentation was completely in contrast to my expectations. 
At that moment I was so angry and thought to myself: is she going to sit there and say nothing to me, just to support her dead fathers’s proudness and her families Wellbeing? To save their sweet dreams about my past father in law and finally to break under the pressure and give up and be his bitch?
How could I protect her when she is not honest to talk about her problem with me?

Honestly, I had no idea how my response would be if she is going to speak about this problem! But at least could we try together, I thought.

But for whatever reason she looked simply at my face and added: ‘I decided to give him the seaside house, this is everything what I get from Mansour. It is not fair to take it, when I think about Saleh. 
We don’t need it, but for him it is an existential question. He can begin to live normal. He is coming in the next days and we go to a lawyer…’

Then she looked in my direction and asked: ‘Am I acting correct?’

I paused one moment.
This all was only her decision on what she possesses, I thought.
But what is with his other demanding? And I supposed perhaps she had also taken a decision in this respect.

I answered: ‘You are right my angel. Do what you think it is correct…’

I did not dare to ask her further. Why? I did't know. But I decided to wait at that Moment and watch what comes next…
After that for some days we were well seated back in our usual routines, until one night Saleh called to tell that he is visiting her the next Monday for the lawyer issue.

The next few days, Meena was visibly nervous.
I tried to behave normal and don’t show any signs of paying attention or curiosity…

On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray
mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…

I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.

As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.

She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: ‘As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.’ 
And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.

He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.

Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: ‘You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…’

‘Please...’ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.

Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: ‘Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?’

Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes. 
Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy.'

'Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position...'

Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too!

He added: ‘You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…’

Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: ‘Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…’

Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.

Then he yelled: ‘Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.’

‘Excuse me, I didn't want...’ Then she stopped and just stared him.

She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.
Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.

He went on: ‘Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?’

‘Yes.’ She whispered while looking at his eyes.

‘I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?’

Meena didn’t reply. 

Saleh insisted for her answer: ‘I asked you something!’

Meena repeated: ‘Yes, Saleh, I understand.’

There was a short period of silence between them. 
After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I… I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”

Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before. I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call. 

Meena talked further: “Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.”

After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair....


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( 26877 )

[ronylol]

new turn

[Sarathkumar]

A twist again!!! Long updates would be appreciated!!!

[Lollobionda]

I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before. I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call, Meena talked further: “Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.”

After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.

° ° ° ° ° 

Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.

“Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”

At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.

Saleh looked deeply at her. 
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.

The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.

Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”

Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.

He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”

Meena was visibly shocked and trembling. Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly. 

“Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”

Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.

“Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you: You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”

At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.

“You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”

At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly...

“I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”

Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.

“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.

Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.

“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.

Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.

He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”

Meena whispered: “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“My skirt is too tight for my legs…”

“You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned. 
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.

“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.

Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”

“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.

He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.

Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.

“Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”

As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly. 

He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best? A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”

She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.

“Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”

Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.

Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt. 
Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.

“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.

“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.

“Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…” But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.

“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.

Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room.
Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.

“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.

Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”

Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”

Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.

“Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…” Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.

Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.

“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.

Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?
Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face. 

He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”

Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”

Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.

“I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”

Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.

She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”

Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”

“No… No…” Meena screamed.

Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?

“Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”

I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…

Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”

Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.

“Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”

“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged. She pleaded and begged the whole way.

It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.

He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”

Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”

“Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”

Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: How did I get myself into this situation? She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.

She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: ‘Yes…’

I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way? ....

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( 26881 )

[Lollobionda]

bilder im netz

[Sarathkumar]

Interesting one !!!

[Lollobionda]

I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. 
But was there a way?

* * *


In recent days, she was hoping for sure to come out from this incidence with some other, more simpler means. But now I could see that the shock of knowing Saleh’s power claims and unbelievable impudence had mentally knocked her down and at this moment for this small but rude man to make his Tremendously immoral and outrageous demands she was totally thrown by it.

I could imagine that her mind was now racing as she thought about the terrible repercussions and consequence, this could have on her life in the future, if she accepts him further. I knew Meena well. Nevertheless, I could not swear what her answer will be, but just hope... I hoped that she was loathe to degrade herself like this to this piece of blackmailing shit. There were a few moments of silence, between them. They were looking just at each other’s eyes.

After this short pause, Saleh said quietly: “You think that I am the devil my dear, but don’t forget, the devil was an angel first too…”

Then he stood up and added: “I am leaving now. Soon comes your husband and we don’t want to destroy our plans for next games. I call you shortly. I have to speak and deal with major, although I am sure that he is more than eager…”

Then he got to the door…

I needed time to think. I was very astonished that we both, me and Meena had underestimated this small, ugly man. Why we couldn’t see his underlying ego and power on others? At that moment as I thought further about our not many encounters, I noticed that we all were confused because of his body appearance and his social situation. We saw only the surface of things.
I was frightened and ashamed after that.

He was an intelligent and self-confident man, indeed, but precisely because of this, he could be a real danger to my wife, her future life and our marriage.

I was at the moment very curious to know how the things go on further and how looked our next days and weeks.
As I thought deeply through the situation, it became clear to me; ‘Saleh wanted her as his bitch, he planned to have her completely under his control.’ I was not interested at all to interfere, I was angry and disappointed.

Meena was the Key figure... 
Everything was dependent on her way of behaving, on how she reacts to all this and on how she decides......

* * * * *

[Lollobionda]

Dear friends, 

With today's postings, the story of SALIR and his wonderful wife Meena ends here. 
For unknown reasons, Salir has stopped writing, leaving this beautiful life story unfinished. 

I would be very happy (like many other xossipy friends) if Salir thinks back at some point 
and continues the story. 

In this sense 
all the best to you all 

Lollobionda

[Sarathkumar]

Any probability of continuing