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

[Salir]

Dear Friend,
I am very lucky to find my Narration here and thank you very much for your efforts and loyalty.
This was a coincidence that i discovered this place and I appreciate all your and other users comments.
My beloved wife and life partner, Meena was also very surprised as i showed her this page.
I promise to continue the story of our life.
You know it is not so easy for me to sit and continue the writing. I need time for it and i hope you and other friends here do understand and forgive me if it takes a bit time.
Best regard
Salir

[Salir]

[RJ668]

Dear Friend,
I am very lucky to find my Narration here and thank you very much for your efforts and loyalty.
This was a coincidence that i discovered this place and I appreciate all your and other users comments.
My beloved wife and life partner, Meena was also very surprised as i showed her this page.
I promise to continue the story of our life.
You know it is not so easy for me to sit and continue the writing. I need time for it and i hope you and other friends here do understand and forgive me if it takes a bit time.
Best regard
Salir

Welcome back, Salir.
Very happy to know that after a long gap you are going to continue this story again.

[Blackdick11]

Welcome back... Salir... Welcome back.

[Lollobionda]

Dear Friend,
I am very lucky to find my Narration here and thank you very much for your efforts and loyalty.
This was a coincidence that i discovered this place and I appreciate all your and other users comments.
My beloved wife and life partner, Meena was also very surprised as i showed her this page.
I promise to continue the story of our life.
You know it is not so easy for me to sit and continue the writing. I need time for it and i hope you and other friends here do understand and forgive me if it takes a bit time.
Best regard
Salir

Lieber Freund,

ich freue mich sehr darüber, dass euch Beiden gut geht.
Es ist ein schönes Gefühl, euch wieder begrüßen zu dürfen,
herzlich willkommen ...

I can understand that after such a long time, it is very difficult to make an effort, 
invest extra time and get into writing mode.

Take your time...
Just the announcement of the intention to continue "your" life story is enough to 
make us readers and fans happy.

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Blue Bull]

Wailing for the continuation of a nice thread .....

[masud93]

waiting for update,, ❤️❤️❤️from Bangladesh

[Salir]

Friends,
First: I thank you for your interest and appreciate your valuable comments. Please don't stop commenting on this Narration. It will make me happy if I hear or more from you.
Second: English is not my native language, not even my second or third one! It is not easy for me to write in English. Please excuse me if there are many grammatical mistakes. Because of this handicap my story will go on slowly and over time.
Third: The continuation of that narrative will be somewhat different from my earlier writings. My dear wife, Meena has complained that I have not taken into account her feelings and what she felt during what was happening. The reason is that my narration was only the events that I felt or saw and not more. Well from now on, with Meena's help, I will behave differently as an author. You will also read about the events that I wasn't there and I was informed by my wife, or if she wishes, you can also get to know directly directly her feelings and emotions during the incidents.
Enjoy!
*****

[Salir]

Dark Fantasies
In the days that followed, Meena was quiet and spoke very little. Sometimes I had the feeling she wasn't there at all and didn't notice me. I also did not want to disturb her peaceful silence and thoughts, although I was sure that it was a superficial calm.
Saleh called on Friday evening. Meena was obviously nervous and shaky. I got from their conversation the impression that Saleh will visit her on Sunday. Her last sentence while on the phone was: “I can't promise, but I try to be alone…“ After the call, when she sat down next to me, I asked if everything was ok. She started to whimper. I hugged her and tried to calm her: “My baby, what is wrong. Talk to me my love.“ She hid her face in my shoulder and her whimpering changed to a weeping.
I was silent for some short minutes and let her emotion overwhelm her. I could feel the dampness of her tears on my shoulder through my thin shirt. After the initial breaking into tears, she became gradually still and I could hear only her rapid breathing. Then she spoke quietly: “I want to talk to you Nadir... I need your advice“. I looked at her and smiled. “Sure… we have to speak about everything.”
“First, I need a drink. I am so thirsty.” She spoke.
I needed something to drink, too. I went into the kitchen and poured myself and my wife a glass of water.
I was waiting and waiting. After some minutes Meena turned her beautiful head to me, looked in my eyes, and then looked down and whispered softly: “Saleh wants more… He wants more than just the money or the house…”
I interrupted her:
“You mean he is blackmailing you? He wants you, right?”
“Somehow” she looked at me again and said softly and more anxiously, “I don’t know what to do. I am sure he will cause problems for me and all my family… I mean you and my other family members”. She looked again downwards and continued: “He knows everything about my father, my uncle and me… I mean our relation”.
I asked:
“What can I say Meena? I love you, but how can I help you? It is too late if he knows about you and everything other, your father, your uncle, and you, it is risky not cooperating?”
“But I am not sure how far this or he will go” Meena added.
“I can only try to help you to have a clear view of the situation. Perhaps this makes it easy for you to decide.”
On one side are me, our life, our marriage and relationship, and especially our love, and on the other side are your family, your mother, and your siblings. They and their lives may get personal material damage and at the same time your relationship with them may be destroyed". I added: “You don't have to worry about me, our marriage and our relationship as far as I am concerned. Financial issues and problems we will survive too. But about your family, I’m not sure and the matter is more complicated. That would be a risk if you resist against his will and fight against it and..".
Meena interrupted me immediately: “no, no… I could not stand this risk… I don't want them, I mean my family to know anything about it”.
"Then it's all clear what you should or must do. As far as I'm concerned, I'd want you to do what you want to do. Does that make sense?" I asked. “You know it already: whatever you decide or you do, my love for you is not going to disappear or decrease”.
She looked at me and somehow tired, giggled:
“But I think you want me to do or behave like what you like me to! Am I right Nadir?”
Before I find an answer she continued:
“Am I right or not? We both know the answer”. I knew she refers our experiences in the last months and my reactions to those events.
“ I can't help it Meena, you are like a beautiful rose with a rare colour or extreme scent, and I enjoy it when others admire you or try to smell you…” I I bent down and gave her a short kiss on the lips and continued “But at the end of the day I know already what's passed has passed and this rose is mine.” Then I thought about my erotica fantasies of her.
I was not sure if I tell her about them. but finally, after a short break, I decided to speak about it:
“I admit, I have even sometimes dreams or fantasies...”
She interrupted me instantly:
“What fantasies?”
In my head, these erotic fantasies and dreams came to me so clearly. But trying to explain them to Meena, such a delicate subject... I was so uncertain of how to go about it and of the outcome.
I could hear her curiosity and Impatience from her voice, she sounded excited.
I responded:
“I must admit I had often erotic dreams about you in these years, but…”
She interrupted me again:
“I think it is normal for a man to have fantasies or to dream about his wife, or when a woman about her partner has”.
“Yes, but my dreams are very unique and special. My dreams consist many times inevitably of situations in which you are with someone else.”
“May be my mistakes in the last few months regarding my uncle is the cause of these bad dreams”.
“But I find them, I mean my dreams and fantasies not so bad. On the contrary, they turn me on”.
“Do you like to speak about them”. She was obviously excited.
“They are not about you cheating or wanting or falling for another man. My dreams are simply about the pent-up sexual frustration of a lusting male, and you. We are allowing that male to service himself with you, with your dutiful cooperation and participation. I do not join in but just looking and enjoying. I must admit, in each fantasy you are brought to ecstasy.”

[Salir]

Meena seemed first a little bit shocked, but at the same time I could see that she is even mildly aroused. She refused to say anything, and remained silent. Perhaps trying just not to show her arousal but I could feel this and see in her look. I remained silent too, and waited if she wants to hear further. Finally, she gave in and spoke:
“What do you try to tell me, Nadir? Is this your desire? Comes more still?”
“They, I mean my dreams are about someone else getting something: relief, from your body. Your eventual pleasure is incidental to that. There is no love or belonging. These fantasies were always just when male mates with a female, man or men, small or big, young or old, slim or overweight, ugly or pretty, those details didn't matter. In fact, the more varied the details the better. You are the female part in them because for me you are the utmost and ideal understanding of femaleness, softness, beauty, and innocence”.
“And in these dreams do you share me with others too?”
“You mean me to have sex with you simultaneously with another guy?”
“Yes?”
“No, no… almost always I am watching you and you know that.”
She hugged me and whispered in my ear: “I love you Nadir, you know, I love you passionately” and after a pause for a moment added: “I love to have sex just with you and I am pleased,” then, mildly giggling, continued: “but You can lend me to a male or more males in need, if you like to and if this satisfies your feelings”.
I continued to speak without expressing me about her last statements as if I were in another world: “It was not that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced by others in my fantasies”. “No fantasy ever started or ended with you falling for anyone or ending up with anyone else.” I took a breath: “There was always a certain emotional distance between males and you”. “You were always my partner and my companion”. Every happening in my fantasy, would be incidental to the other events. My feelings were perhaps perverted at the time, but they were so hot and arousing to imagine you and your mind are seduced and your body being used”.
I tried to complete my imagination with her personal mental and physical feelings and emotions:
“You would find yourself liking what was happening around you and what was being done to you, because of two things: the physical feeling of being touched, your sexy body betraying you, and being seduced by other males. At the same time, you are with me, and you are safe”. I continued:
“In some fantasies even, I imagined me undressing you for and in front of other men and I found incredible pleasure in it while you were heaving and panting in anticipation”.
Meena was looking past me, her eyes were shiny and looked like if she is dreaming.
“Is this all not crazy, Meena?” I felt facilitated. I finally have spoken with her about it, if at least in the hopes she might listen and like it.
Meena tilted her head to me and then held my near hand softly, looking up at me in my chair.
“Maybe that our life in last time and the happenings are responsible for these dreams and fantasies, I mean you think too much about it and your brain helps to find a sense for all. I’ll be very sorry about it when all that disturbs you and you suffer, but you claim it is not the same…”
“No, no. It makes me not unhappy; I like these fantasies and enjoy them. As I said, I love you, you are mine and this is just the reflex of our love.”
“Do you want us or me to … to try something in reality?“ She whispered shyly while looking into my eyes.
“I want you to do what you consider right and you like or need to do, and at the same time remember nothing is going or can ever hurt my love for you”.
There was a pause. We both were thinking. Then I added curiously: “What would you have done if a stranger tries to do or initiates some sexual thing with you?”
“ I don’t know…” She responded quietly and thoughtfully.
“I guess since it is possible, I am just curious to know your reaction".
"Hmmm." She laid her head back. "I would've...I don't know what I would have done.
I tried again: "What would you have done?"
She asked. "You mean, what would I have done to stop it?".
"Nnnn...no." I spoke.
"Well, what do you mean, then?"
"I guess I mean what would you have thought?"
"Would I have accepted, is what you mean?"
I leaned down to her a bit lower and kissed her neck and traced my hand down to her side and kissed her again. "Yeah," I breathed in her ear. She turned her head into my kiss and whispered.
"Yes, I probably would have." and then immediately: “But just if I had the feeling that you accept it.”
"Really?" I asked, surprised a bit, and pulled back before I realized I was being obvious.
"You asked the question," Meena smiled back over her shoulder. Then she pulled me down and on top of her, and we rolled over, laughing.
But I thought about it for the next hours.

[Salir]

Lying in bed that night I wanted to talk more. I was incredibly turned horny and feeling bold. I was dying for some talking about the theme and wanted to hear something kinky from her.
I think Meena felt this, and when we lay down to sleep, she turned to me and spoke: "So, talk to me, I feel something in your head gives you no rest" she said, then sat up and looked down at me.
"Mmmm..." I struggled, but I had to try. "Do you have any fantasies you've never told me?" I asked her. "I mean, something... Doesn't have to be something you've talked to me about. Something that really, really turns you on?" Meena moved as if about to speak, but I stopped her. "Something...you wouldn't want it to ever happen. Not for real."
"Not for real? "Seriously?” And giggled: “For me, a fantasy almost always is what you like to happen, but in terms of morality you do not find it right".
"God," I gulped, thinking of her in that scene. "wait..."
She smiled a goofy smile and seemed to refocus her gaze. "I think, I think you know my fantasies or from any other woman!".
"Um hmm?"
She continued: “I am being watched, admired, and utmost tenderly touched…"
"By another one?"
"Yes," Meena replied.
"Wow… someone special?"
"No, anyone. The important part is that we are being watched by you.”
"If it's a guy, is he just admiring you or touching you too?" I asked.
"What else do you imagine he's doing?" She asked.
"I don’t know, that is your fantasy! At least what do you think he plans to do?" I asked.
"I suppose he plans what the men like to do with a younger woman!”
“Okay, we know at least that he is an older guy. But is he ever successful?” I asked, looking at her.
"Sort of," she giggled. "It...I suppose it is just a part of the fantasy that I take for not immoral but if I am aroused at the time… there may be more…"
Now it was my turn to sit and stare. What Meena had just said, took me a bit by surprise.
"So," she looked at me dryly. "You've got something you've thought of, it seems. Am I wrong?”
"No, my lady," I shook my head at her in disbelief. "You are not." I looked at her as she pressed on.
"You imagine me in these situations." She said, looking from me to her feet and back to me again. "You've thought of me in such scenes, my Lord, I know you." Meena gave me a cute smile and snuggled down to kiss me.
I was very aroused and had an erection already. She was in her pajamas, almost roughly I pulled the top over her breasts and head, tossing it in the corner of the room, and in one motion pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties. I took a moment to feast on the beauty that had been denied to me for some days, with her shapely breasts accentuating her perfect figure.
After our previous conversations and a bit surprised by my unexpected directness, Meena found herself unusually turned on, and the dripping juices of her moist cunt filled the room with her scent. She lay on her back with her legs spread, expecting me to mount her and to the deed, when I lunged forward and buried my face in her hot and wet snatch. Sucking on her arouses clit, I used my fingers to massage her labia first and thrust into her womanhood. My unexpected act left Meena unprepared for a short moment, but soon she found herself clutching handfuls of my hair as her body was racked by waves of orgasmic pleasure, and her legs closed around my head like a vise.
"You...usually...hate doing that..." She gasped, as the orgasmic throes faded, and it was now that I lifted myself up on top of her, my manhood firmly rigid and prominently displayed, a single drop of precum oozing from the tip. I used my hand to position the head against the opening in her slit and thrust myself into my beautiful wife. Immediately, a wave of pleasure flowed through Meena's body, and she let out a gasp, unable to find air for a few seconds.
I knew that my lovely wife had always worked hard to leave me sexually satisfied. I had plenty of practice myself too, and knew exactly how to thrust into her to come across just the right parts of her insides with just the right pressure and frequency to satisfy her completely. I knew precisely where to rub, where to pinch, where to twist, where to massage, and I used this knowledge as always on her breasts as I took her womanhood, first massaged and then pulled and twisted the aroused nipples of her beautiful tits, just enough so as not to be painful. With my mouth, I nibbled on her left earlobe and exhaled through my nose against her ear, murmuring “does this old man the right thing to the young lady?” This sent shivers down her spine and placed her on a new level of pleasure and arousal as a shaking mini orgasm came over her.
Turning her around, I mounted my beautiful wife doggie style and began thrusting into her while admiring her exposed backside. While I was penetrating her hot pussy from behind, I found the sight of her fully exposed buttocks to be an additional turn-on.
Minutes later I turned Meena over onto her back and joined my open mouth to hers, and we explored each other with our tongues. With one final, balls-deep thrust, I ejaculated and for sure Meena felt the quick jerks of my cock accompanied by the pressure and warmth of my hot cum jetting from my manhood deep in her snatch.
Holding still as statues, we gazed into each other's eyes as we fought to catch our breath. My softening dick slide out of her cunt, followed by an outpouring of a Fusion of her sweet nectar and my milky seed. Meena tried to turn on her side to reach for the box of tissues to clean herself up, but I saw she was shocked as I pulled back her once again and had my nose rubbing against her pubic hair.
This time, instead of focusing on her clit, I was lapping up the cum dripping from her now gaping pussy; this most unexpected turn made Meena's ecstasy build to a point it had never reached before this night, and once again clamping her thighs against my head, a new wave of orgasm exploded her juices all over my face, and she fell back, nearly fainting from the experience.
I pulled myself alongside her and we kissed deeply, continually passing the mixture of my cum and her nectar from mouth to mouth until we both swallowed what remained.
Letting out one final sigh after minutes of quietness, Meena lifted a finger to wipe off a drop of our fluids that still clung to my chin. "What made you want to do that… such a wild thing?”.
"I suppose such open talking about dark fantasies can make a guy do such crazy things, but you have to admit it, I was not the only wild one! " I replied, blinking my eye.
But I guessed, now that we had tried it so unaccustomed passionate, she knew for sure what was the cause of it, and we were both confident that we were going to be able to enjoy it regularly during our bedroom activities.
It was clear to me that my wife is a very special, very sexy and very amenable person. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do if I asked her to.
She knew me better than any other person and sometimes better than me myself! What I didn't know was that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do even if I hadn't asked her to do!
But for now Meena had to decide and act about a problem called Saleh…

[Salir]

[Lollobionda]

Cioa Meena,

I am sure you will handle the problem with that low-down, dirty Salah with flying colours. 
Creatures like him have no place near you, don't let him wrap you around his finger.
In order to bring your family somewhat on the safe side, there must be another way 
(than this, which he wants to use with blackmail, namely to use you sexually).

I am looking forward to the coming episodes, but above all to your emotional and sensual world, 
which has been hidden from us fans and readers until now.

Ich wünsche euch Beiden alles Gute
Hoffentlich bis bald

Lollobionda

[desihunter]

Great update

[Salir]

Great update

Thank you friend. 

[vishuvanathan]

Interesting

[Salir]

Interesting

[Salir]

Thank you sir.

[Salir]

Saleh appeared on Sunday afternoon. Meena was home and I took the time off, she wanted me to be home while they talk.
I opened the door for him and led him into the room and told him that meena will soon appear and offered him a glass of juice.
After short minutes Meena came down the stairs. She was dressed in a white pinstripe shirt with two upper buttons open, with a wide blue knee length skirt. I guessed She does not want to give any opportunity for Saleh to see her sexy body lines and to be excited sexually.
She greeted him a little coldly and then looked at me waiting. I knew she wants me to leave the room.
I left them alone and disappeared up the stairs into the bathroom. after that i was in my workspace. The door was open and I could hear them but not clearly. After a few minutes as I wanted to turn the receiver on to get their conversation, I heard Meena calling me: “Nadir please come downstairs to us,”. I was surprised and shocked, “What is her plan?” I wondered.
When I was there, I saw Saleh is surprised too. He was looking questioningly at Meena and waiting. “What is she up to?” I was wondering further.
Meena sat on a chair and spoke very calmly and slowly: “Now for your information Saleh, my husband knows every detail about me and Mansi. He knows how my so-called uncle, who had to protect me, misused my trust. Mansour actually blackmailed me. I was forced to cooperate, at least to a certain degree. Nadir knows everything and he understands me and he knows how much of the happenings are with my acceptance and how much not. He had forgiven me and we let nobody destroy our life with such evidence and instruments”.
Whereupon she turned to me and asked:"Is that correct, Nadir?"
I have rarely seen Meena so resolutely dominant and decisive. It was too much for her and she was clearly willing to take the risk.
I looked at Saleh and said in the affirmative, "Yes, I know everything. We talked about it openly and I understand Meena very well and I have excused her".
Saleh was pale on his face and seemed if he had lost his language.
“Thank you Nadir. Go up if you want to". Meena said.
I let them alone again and went upstairs to my room. Now I could hear Meena very clearly.
“About my other family members I don’t know what would be your advantage if you reveal the story, even if they believe you, you are going to lose the profit you can have if you shut up!”. Her tone was furious and at the same time she had the situation under control.
That one was pretty obvious, I guess even he figured it out. I thought Saleh no later than now understood and recognised that Meena will not give in and get down.
"You can decide to accept my generous offer," then a little louder she went on: "or you can go to hell and do whatever you like and prefer to do".
She was calm and after a short pause continued: "Saleh, you know better that your greed and insistent overload may end up in prisons".
So she was still. I assume her heart rate was high at the time.
“What do you offer?” Saleh asked. I could recognize the gentle resignation In his voice.
Meena responded right away: "The cabin at sea is all you get and if you have financial issues in the future, I promise to help you as much as I can. That's all I have for you, nothing more ".
Saleh thought for a while, then said: “I don't want to hurt you or your family Meena. But I hate what your daddy did to us". He continued: “You're right, and I accept your points. I'll definitely get back to your suggestion about money, because I need it for a new life. There is my classmate, Major, who you met before. We have planned to start a real estate business. I stay at his place when I get into town. I need a place to stay, I don't want to bother him and his sick wife. Their house is not big enough and they have not lots of space.“ He took a short pause and then continued: “Is there a possiblity for me to stay in your guest rooms where Mansour used at the time?“. Meena lowered her eyes and replied „My answer is up to Nadir. He decides and if he has no problem with it, then you can".
***
Meena promised she'd call him the next day about our decision on the guest house. After that conversation, Saleh went away.
At the dinner, she told me that although he is a jerk but she somehow feels responsible for his situation and she wants to help him as much as she can. He's a pitiful human being and she feels sorry for him. If he gets no help, he is going to ruin and she can't let that happen.
“Meena has compassion for Him, what else? This is my girl, she cares about everyone“ I thought. “Her consciousness makes it impossible to behave differently“.
I told her I have no objection if he moves in guest house, only he should behave and do not fool around.
She smiled and said: “ Thank you darling“.

[desihunter]

Thanks for quick update waiting for more...