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

[Salir]

I ask myself if members are interested to read this story. There are unfortunately not many opinions hier to see.
Please show me if you are interested and want me to continue. Otherwise I am going to stop it.
Thanks for your reply.

[Lollobionda]

I ask myself if members are interested to read this story. There are unfortunately not many opinions hier to see.
Please show me if you are interested and want me to continue. Otherwise I am going to stop it.
Thanks for your reply.

Hello Salir,

Of course we want to read the continuation of this explicit story. 
We have been waiting for it (for far too long!).

You have a very good style of putting your thoughts and feelings 
into words. That's what makes this story unique.

Please continue ...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Dorabooji]

The cuck husband is going to turn her to whore happily. Nice one

[zulfique]

Nice transformation

[RJ668]

Please continue...

This is one of my favorite stories from old Xossip. Like everyone else, I also eagerly awaited this story. It's great to hear you're restarting again where you left off.

ALL THE BEST.

[Blackdick11]

We all know how compassionate Meena is to others and how much she cares about others. When Mansour was guest in their house, Meena took great care of him and now it's Saleh turn. Let see what kind of hospitality she offers to him.

[Salir]

We all know how compassionate Meena is to others and how much she cares about others. When Mansour was guest in their house, Meena took great care of him and now it's Saleh turn. Let see what kind of hospitality she offers to him.

Thank you and all other readers for comments. 
you recognized correctly. This ist the stuff my wife Meena is built from: compassion, pitifulness and sympathy.  

There comes more soon...

[Salir]

Excuse me for my not specially profissional pics from Meena...
I try to send the pics which I took over last years, but somehow edited and not face pics.

[Kamuk Insaan]

Welcome back, Salir.
It good to see you again after long gap.

[Salir]

Welcome back, Salir.
It good to see you again after long gap.

Thank you friend.

[Gandhi krishna]

Old debt = life time enjoyment.

[Salir]

Old debt = life time enjoyment.

[Salir]

Just a Fantasy
The following day, at evening, after dinner we were still seated at the table in the dining room.
I talked to her about Saleh, and I admired her for changing the situation so perfectly. After the initial state of things and his aggressive nature, now he became a tame creature through her skill. Meena responded that we have to wait, we don’t know whether he will remain so. After that we spoke about our holidays.
Meena was somehow pensive while and after we discussed our vacation plans. She received previously a call from Mansour's ex-wife who claimed that Mansour’s son, Ali, doesn’t like to leave his hometown, at least not for the next time.
I asked, "Meena, what do you think about it?  Does Ali’s wish bother you?". 
Meena immediately shook her head and replied: “No, no, his desire is the most important factor and I must accept it. I just have to go to him to arrange and put everything in order. I think I'm responsible for that. You know how I feel."
I said: "Yes, I know you. You care about everybody, and you take your duties and responsibilities seriously, even toward me."
She looked me in the eyes and said: "even respecting your fantasies and regarding them". She stared at me with a smile on her face.
"Particularly concerning the desires and needs of the persons in fantasies".
Meena giggled and said: "My dear husband, you are so obsessed with the theme, we know now why you have so many dreams."
I replied right away: “Maybe, but I'm not complaining. Quite the contrary, they are beautiful dreams”.
“To watch me with someone else? He would probably think that my husband is a sort of pervert to let some other men do such things to his wife.” She laughed and threw up her shoulders.
"No," I said gently: "He obviously doesn't notice me, quite frankly he ignores me, but I like the fact that he's totally with you and gives you his full attention."
"I see..." She was confused.
I shifted my chair towards her. "He doesn't look at me, he doesn't even respect me, even if he knows I'm there, and I am your husband. I have nothing to do with what's going on. I am right there, and I am with you. But he isn't concerned about that. He doesn't give a shit". And after a short pause, I slowly added, "I don't know why, but I like it when he's so deeply busy with you."
"Really? What does he do with me?" She asked.
"I can't say! I can't interpret fantasy when you're in it! You know better what you prefer him to do with you."
She looked concerned, and I could see I messed it up already and quickly corrected myself: “I mean, you can imagine, if you like, you are free to do. What is going on should not be immoral and contrary to your will. We've had some adventures before, and I know you have your own desires..."
"Do you?” Meena exclaimed. "My desires have always been to have a happy Nadir". She looked at me sort of dreaming and went on: "I mean every little thing I did, was right for you, for your satisfaction".
I interrupted her: “except...”
She stopped me right away: "except with Mansour, just this one and you know I was suffering from it..."
"I guess I've never focused on it. I mean You care so much for me and my feelings. But your feelings, your desires, your satisfaction, both physically and emotionally, are important, of course. But, in the way I fantasize, it's in the first instance hot because it's more about what the guy desires or needs," "This is the most important and erotic part of happenings for me”.
Meena stared at me critically: "But you have to admit that you were very annoyed at the time with me and Mansi."
"Not with you Meena, not with you... I was annoyed and even angry first because he blackmailed you and second because you kept secrets from me".
Meena looked sadly and replied slowly: “I know, that was the biggest mistake in my life, and it made me very sad at that time and I suffered about it, even now I do. I seriously was afraid to lose you and your love for me”.  Then she added somewhat confident and conscious: "But any other erotic adventure with someone else was the production of your will and your provocation, am I correct?"
I answered: Sure, you are right, but with those productions of me, you also had fun!” Then I continued: "We do not want to discuss it, better to forget the unpleasant past." And added, "I like to go back to our fantasy: About that man or those men, and their will and needs."
"Needs? You talk over and over again about the needs. What needs?" Meena was excited and curious.
"Yes, the needs of the male or males, I mean instinctive physical and natural demands and desires " I gulped because this was getting into the core of what turned me on so much. “These needs are more natural things, the being of us and any other living species depends on those needs of the male part”. I continued: "I think the female part satisfaction and joy lies in pleasing the male part and it has to do with the mother's instinct...".
Meena interrupted me: “Please my dear husband, now let the nature or evolution and science out of this game. We go back to those needs, what are these needs in particular?” She asked, visibly excited.
"To utilize you." To use your female body to release dammed-up sexual frustration." I answered clear and without hesitation.
"Jesus, Nadir,” She said in a shaking voice.
I went on: "I don't speak about brutality or bang, not even aggression. You are not going to be hurt. My red line is there, where somebody tries to hurt you. The exceptional female, you, is sitting in a room, and a man or a group of men is staring at her lustfully, and she's impatient, to give them access to her. She is waiting willingly for them to touch her, to have her, and to quench their sexual hunger and thirst,".
"Oh, baby..." Meena seemed to envision and consider the orientation of our conversation more now.
 I was nervous and at the same time very turned on. I was confident in our relationship, but I didn’t know where to goes this adventure and it made me nervous and excited.
Meena looked away for a moment, then at me and asked somehow anxious: “Is this fantasy simply a fantasy? One you wouldn't want to ever really happen?"
"I don’t know. It could be, but not for sure. I am not sure if I like it to happen." I looked at her and waited a moment before continuing. "Sort of it, perhaps up to redline."
Meena rose, took the plates, and went into the kitchen. I followed her then I was beside her at the sink. Meena turned her back on me and began making coffee.
“Do you think of it while we make love?" She inquired calmly.
"No, not when we're intimate, not when we're having sex," I told you.
She took the two coffee glasses, then asked nicely a little shy looking at them:
"Do you play… I mean, do you masturbate to it?”
 I replied quickly: "Sometimes, yes, I do!".
She had this smirk on her face.
“You know, about ninety percent of men and eighty percent of women du masturbate regularly,” I claimed, “And I am one of those normal ninety percent and you belong most likely to those eighty percent,”.
“This is for sure normal, but I mean your related topic is somehow not,” She claimed.
I interrupted her: “Not normal? This is not fair my love..”. I complained.
"And about your role? About someone else's needs and desires? Someone else is using me, and you are watching that, you masturbate to the imagination?" She asked.
I simply nodded and went on: "Watching someone else needs you and touching you and..”.
"Make love to me? You imagine watching me have sex with someone else, Nadir?" Meena leaned back to look at me. Here we have it, I thought. She grabbed my hand and squeezed, if she wanted to give me strength to go on.
"Yes, Meena, I can't imagine why." But thinking about that incredibly turns me on."
"And you wouldn't be mad at all if you are not the main male person involved?" She asked while looking at me.
"To be mad at that man or those men admiring you or wanting you?” I asked.
" And using me,… Uh-huh.” She shook her head.
"I'd be surprised and disappointed if they didn't. Trust me, who wouldn't want you? This little waist, your toned legs, and plump rear end." I caressed her sides.
“What about me? I mean, why, or...how could I do it, or like it, or even begin to...to let it happen?"
"In this fantasy?" I asked.
"Yes, I mean, if I don't like that person trying to kiss me or touch me or whatever."
For a short time, I thought I am not allowed to lose my temper: "It's not so much about you if you like the male part. In fact, in some ways, the more you disliked the person, or you were indifferent to the person, the hotter the circumstance would be."
"Why that?" She wanted to know.
"Mm, because it's only physical... The physical pleasure” I tried to explain the subject more: “Meena, the thought of you, watching you and him, seeing you were seduced into being pleasured by someone else you otherwise wouldn't care for, makes me extremely turned on."
"Somebody I otherwise wouldn't care for? at least in this connection? " She spoke." "That's everyone but you."
"I know, my beloved. That is the point…”
"In the fantasy," she confirmed, and with understanding continued: “I see.”
***

[Thangaraasu]

The husband has long term to plan to make his wife sleep with many men and earn money. He will not get that money in investments.

[Blackdick11]

No, It's not just a fantasy, It's more than that

[Jayam Ramana]

Fantasy is going to turn as dark fantasy

[Lovecraft]

To say that this is only a fantasy, but we can clearly see how much Nadir wants this to become real.

[abcturbine]

Amazing Style of writing.....

[Dorabooji]

Good one

[Salir]

Thank you friends for your interest and comments,

I am at the moment in a congress and I promise to post a new part of our story in some days.