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

[giannapriya]

A Big thank you for the Author -Salir for this wonderful story . We as a readers understand how much effort you put into the story and its been one of the excellent story in this forum. We expect more from you. Hope we will get the continuation from you at the earliest.

A special thanks to Lollobionda , who made this thread in xossipy and constantly updating and following up and make the thread in the front pages of this forum index.

[Salir]

A Big thank you for the Author -Salir for this wonderful story . We as a readers  understand how much effort you put into the story and its been one of the excellent story in this forum. We expect more from you. Hope we will get the continuation from you at the earliest.

A special thanks to Lollobionda , who made this thread in xossipy and constantly updating and following up and make the thread in the front pages of this forum index.

Thanks a lot my friend.

Your opinion is correct: it takes a huge exertion to write a story in another language than the writer‘s native one.
But I love to narrate this story up to the end of it, even if it takes a lot of effort and a long time.

Regards,
Salir

[Lollobionda]

Dear friend,

Its nice to see you here again.
Welcome back ...

I've had this story favorited since you have it published and every so often I come back to read it again, 
and every time I am blown away by how much I love this (your) story.

I've enjoyed it greatly, and in my eyes its one of the best here ... 


In this sense
All the best

Lollovionda

[Salir]

Dear friend,

Its nice to see you here again.
Welcome back ...

I've had this story favorited since you have it published and every so often I come back to read it again, 
and every time I am blown away by how much I love this (your) story.

I've enjoyed it greatly, and in my eyes its one of the best here ... 


In this sense
All the best

Lollovionda

Dear Lolobionda,

I appreciate your words and your opinion about my narration.

Thanks to your words, which are as usual extremely encouraging, I get the strength to write...
 
I enjoy your loyalty but at the same time I'm ashamed that it always takes so long to move on... but be sure that this story goes on soon...

Best wisches 

Salir

[Salir]

Friends,

Tomorrow I send the first part of the continuation . 

I plan to send this section in two parts.

The Intervall will be 1-2 days.

Enjoy,

Salir

[Salir]

Exciting Sorrow
Nadir tells:
I came back the next day from my journey. We were both job-related busy and we only had time for ourselves before dinner. 
While chatting I noticed a change in Meena’s looks. All the time, she didn't look directly into my eyes, and this frightened me.
What was the reason? Is she hiding something from me?  There was a message in her eyes - but what?
I watched in her eyes for a long time again and again, but I couldn’t read anything.

At last, Meena moved her head to meet my gaze. It was as if we were drawn like magnets. I smiled briefly. She returned the smile, though without any humour.
“I must tell you something Nadir,” She said softly, “Just promise me not to be angry or sad.”
I laughed briefly and said: “Angry or sad?! Now this is a mystery for me.”
“I dreamed about Mansi! I prefer to say I had visions of him.”
There was a moment of shock and despair for me. Some seconds I was silent, then I tried to sound calm and normal: “What do you mean with visions of him?”
then she told me the whole story about her dream about him.
I couldn’t say anything.
It wasn't a real thing, but it wasn't funny either that I could have fun. But at the same time, I thought to myself
why she's dreaming something like that??
But after a delay I tried to laugh briefly and said, “He can not leave you for always, can he?  Nobody can. He will appear again, you will see.” And changed the subject.

Shortly after dinner I was busy in my room and Meena after showering told me she goes to lie down and read.
As I sat there, I couldn’t forget her story and without break I was thinking about her dream.

My thoughts were about my sweet girl, Meena, who was chaste nearly mentally untouched and then has developed a taste and even love for forbidden fruit by her well-hung stud uncle.

It was obvious that she now and then, remembers and recalls that delicious events. Even though she denied repeatedly, it was clear that she loved those moments and missed to be bedded by her uncle again.
He was not a man among men for her, he was the Man, her Man!

I told me stay strong and don’t show any signs of sadness or even jealousy.
Why this all took place? in the last months, to find my mistake, I let everything go through my head again and again.

***
I should explain that when I married my girl Meena, I never ever had sex, nor had she.

We did not “need” to get married as my friends and even my parents all thought and spoke! But getting married for both of us meant we could love each other and live together and have sex together anytime that we wanted.
At least that was my reason for getting married. I must admit that after getting married I was almost immediately sure that I have decided correct and done the best. And I think she was sure about marrying me as I was.

We were simply very happy and lucky through our early years of marriage. We were romantic, even in bed just as out of it. But we had sex normally when and how I wanted it and frankly at first years she was shy about it to initiate and take the first step for sex. But after the first steps of me, she showed always high sexual desires but never submissive behaviour.

In last years, before Mansour’s active arrival in our life something changed. Previously when we were making love and she was on top of me, she started always wildly fucking me, and I could not get into my own rhythm and was afraid to ejaculate too early. So, I stopped her almost every time.

In the first few months of our marriage, Meena was embarrassed and confused about this. Then, she would let me take her, placidly and smoothly. She never tried to pleasure herself again, it seemed to me at that time. And while she always wanted to please me, I felt she no longer enjoyed it as much as I wished she did.

Even though Meena seemed to be not unhappy, but I could guess later, she was perhaps a bit depressed or simply sad about our sex life. But she didn’t want to confess or even speak about it.
Meena loved me too much to hurt my feelings, I suppose. 

While our love making, she has had not always but very often orgasms, for sure. But her real, deep, and intensive climaxes obviously come about just after beginning of her sexual adventures with her uncle Mansour, whether with him or without him, like a volcano that begins and becomes active after years or decades.

So, basically, I didn’t think that I sexually frustrated my wife, but after the incidence with Mansour and our sex life thereafter, I often asked myself if our lovemaking, earlier, was more or less self-pleasure for me or not?
Seemingly, I did not have the understanding to care about her sexual feelings. Even though I was a medical doctor but I didn’t notice the lack of something in this regard.

Now I think, apparently her uncle was more experienced, and he was more than willing to give her what she needed. This was perhaps not her fault and it happened innocently, at least on her part.
 
Now even some months later, after that I watched Meena having sex with her uncle, I still remembered every single session, like it is a movie, in front of my eyes. The moments of intense, awkward, somewhat embarrassing, unscripted, but for me incredibly erotic and arousing.

I must admit that never it was comfortable for me watching her mating with him, but the eroticism never seemed to diminish no matter how many times it happened.

As I wrote about before, we had some few other adventures, but with Mansour was it something different, not only for Meena but for me too.

Still, it made me jealous when I thought how her old uncle took her and how she let him and how they two done things.
I began to obsess over things I saw or thought I saw, and I began to imagine things happening if I was not at home. I began to fantasize about it and sometimes even masturbate to those fantasies. In time was sexually I obsessed on those fantasizes, and in time I saw I had good reason to believe I was justified in my jealousies.

***
To be continued…

[Salir]

Dear reader, dear friends,

I have to point up here again that this story is not a work of fiction.

I have set our life’s happenings in a certain phase of it, in an approximately real narration.

The places are genuine and the characters, their manner and behavior are entirely real but our personal names are understandably changed (though they are not someway far from our real ones).

Just a request to those who want to read more and are interested in this story. I have no financial or other advantage from continuation of this narration, other than my passion to tell it!

Please show me that you are interested, comment and express any criticism, emotions or anything else.

Enjoy,

Salir

[Lollobionda]

Dear friend,

it is exactly this (real life experiences and not fantasies) that makes this story unique, vivid, 
exciting and personal.
I see an autobiography of the two protogonists Meera and Nadir, an autobiography that is 
filled with "hot and tingling eroticism" every time I read this story ...

It takes a lot of courage and will to write down your erotic experiences and publish them on 
a public portal to share them with thousands (maybe millions in time) of readers.

... and that is exactly what I would like to thank you for on behalf of many readers and fans.

Thank you ...

With this sense
All the best 

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Dear friend,

it is exactly this (real life experiences and not fantasies) that makes this story unique, vivid, 
exciting and personal.
I see an autobiography of the two protogonists Meera and Nadir, an autobiography that is 
filled with "hot and tingling eroticism" every time I read this story ...

It takes a lot of courage and will to write down your erotic experiences and publish them on 
a public portal to share them with thousands (maybe millions in time) of readers.

... and that is exactly what I would like to thank you for on behalf of many readers and fans.

Thank you ...

With this sense
All the best 

Lollobionda

I thank you sincerely my friend.

I hope to be able to post the second section of this part of the story today or tomorrow.

I have planed to send the current part in two segments but I need Meena's assesment signature, as always. 

She is these days on a job-related foreign travel. So, may be the last section -third- comes some days later.

Thank you again for your encouraging words.

Stay healthy and have fun.

[Salir]

Nadir continues:

Meena was always the centre of attention everywhere.

Men and even sometimes women were interested in her and looked at her and if they were brave enough, tried to flirt with her.

There is a poem in my native language that says something like this: “That one who has a pretty face, body or hair is not beloved - You will be a slave of one who has something special, a thrilling and ravishing manner and look, to the highest degree.” Meena was and is still such a woman. This emphasized her immediate superior in the university once when we were talking about her. He as faculty dean was one that played a big role in her career advancement.

I noticed that Meena is aware of this matter and enjoys all that and would like to let people even to flirt.
That bothered me at first but then I got used to it and later I enjoyed it too.
If a man was even a little impudent and Meena allowed him to flirt, I was sexually excited and I felt my cock waking up!

I must admit, at this moment in my room sitting after hearing about her dream, my feelings are mixed.

Knowing that her well hung uncle possessed her bothered me.

I imagined the last occasions of their getting together and how Meena spread her legs for him or how he lifted her whole and lowered her onto his pole and she made such a din when his member slid in. This imagining at the same time is so arousing for me that I become an erection at once and think if he was there and not dead, perhaps I would prepare their meeting and sex-having sessions, personally! 

This gives me a twitch in my erection and a stronger feeling of pleasure.
I think about the noise of their mating those nights, which was so annoying and grating,
did I spend those nights of their private meetings, sorrowful in my shed? I honestly don't think so! I was often if not always sexually excited, for sure…

Yes, I was jealous, but sad? I don’t think. You can not be sorrowful and at the same time, aroused and erected!

And what about love? Even when I sat alone while my Meena was impaled on his bone, I could still say that my love for her was not dead.

In a corner of my house, could I tell, her old, fat uncle was banging my wife hard and doing this so well that bedsteads were creaking and complaining, and I, while highly excited was sitting with a hard cock in another corner…

At those moments have I felt a true pain when he had her yes word to conquer her body and emptying his manhood thoroughly into her?  I don’t think. I am sure at this moment, there was deep in my heart or mind no real pain.

Those days in between their sessions I was thinkings to speak with him seriously to stop screwing my honey, did I do that? No. Why not?  May be because deep in my awareness I was enjoying this all!

Did I scream or cry watching her while she was responding with her body to his, when his large manhood was feeding her?
With my pole extremely hard and stiff as I watched them melt together in my guesthouse, did I feel frustrated and pained?  I don’t remember so!

She lay down naked under him as he pushed his rod in and take pleasure from the pussy of my pretty young spouse. I saw it and stayed calm, silent, and aroused!

Deep in my consciousness I knew every day, he has had her days ago, he will have her again and will flood his seed in her and it should cut my heart like a knife and my heart bleed, but did it?
No, not really.

The truth is I sat at those days and nights alone in despair, and instead stopping their morally and ethically not accepted behaviour, accepted that craziness and impudence and even welcomed that the old Mansour’s pole plough My Meena’s velvet-like furrow.
And I knew that afterwards there will not be a scene, I knew I am beaten one time more and this time again, I will not start a row.

Every day I knew Meena is her uncle’s now and belongs in his bed.

So, I know now that visions of her with her legs spread wide for her uncle Mansi, shall run continually through my brain for ever.

To call things by the name, Meena was those days actually Mansour’s willing whore, his slut through and through.

She gave him the right to enjoy her body when he wanted, and when he asked, she couldn’t offer any resistance, she was his possession to use as he chose, and when he commanded she always obeyed.

In her climax she had screamed as he shot his hot cream deep in her cunt and filled her with his strong manly seed!
Again and again Meena willingly submitted to his will as he flooded her womb throughout those nights long.

I remember some certain moments that my Meena repeatedly begged him, over and over again, to be used.

When I heard her scream and saw the heat of her lust, as he entered her body once more, I felt faint and knew that I should leave them alone but once again there in the dark, I still had to hear and watch, so I stayed.

I saw Meena’s white breasts press softly on his hairy chest, as she kisses and holds him tight.

I saw his hands wander freely on my her soft warm skin, and she moans words of extasy as he explores her dark and intime places.

I saw him suck her pink nipples that were standing so proud, and I heard her sighing gently to his teasing.

I saw her smile lovingly as she opened her thighs for him and his hard rod, and saw her moans with the pleasure to his deep penetration.

I saw him bury it deep right up to his balls, while she writhes and moans at his manly invasion with long drawn-out groans.

I saw at the end of their mating as he emptied his seed into my pretty young wife.

These are even now the sights in my mind’s eye, and now I sit alone here and after these thinkings, imaginations and picturing I feel a joyful heat in my inside, and my heart beats much faster. I am highly aroused and need a satisfaction.

***
To be continued…

[Salir]

Nadir continues:
 
Meena is now sleeping for sure; I tell myself. I can go and watch some of my saved recordings of her and Mansour and satisfy myself. But then I think, I want her, I need her velvet body, her hot and unique femininity at this moment.
 
As I enter the bedroom, I notice, in dim light of moon, which is spying through the window, that my sleeping angel has her eyes open.
 
Something is strange. Meena is not wearing her pyjamas. I know she loves them. Sometimes it seems like half her wardrobe is sleepwear, from the full-length striped flannel to the little satin shorts and tops to the brief, thin nighties. And if it’s not the dedicated sleepwear, she slides under the covers with at least her panties on, but usually a long shirt or a tank top as well.
 
Sometimes I’m blessed by her lingerie, all straps and lace cutouts, accentuating her considerable assets, but never giving it all away.
 
There is a fundamental inequality in exposure when we go to bed, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I like to sleep in the nude. Stark naked. No underwear, no socks, just my skin and the covers. I have this habit basically since my childhood.
 
She is usually in bed reading by the time I come in, but not this time. She is lying there, completely in nude. I go closer and at the same time I take off my trousers, underpants, and my T-shirt in a hurry. I lie down next to her on my side looking at her beauty.
 
Meena smiles and gives me a look of complete sensuousness, beckoning to me with her forefinger.
Her naked body as always looking like a vision from a fantasy for me.
 
“Are you a siren sent on the earth by the gods to ruin my innocence?”  I ask.
“Yes,” she answers and smiles. “And you have no power to resist me.”
I approach my head to her, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Then I will not resist you if that is my fate.”
 
And I kiss her. Seems like this is our first time. Softly at first, and then fully on the lips. Her mouth opens and her tongue finds mine as we embrace.
 
We lay kissing for the longest time. I knew her lips, they are full and soft and Meena is a wonderful kisser. She  was always a good kisser, but in paticular after her affair with Mansour, she kisses so mature. I wonder if she is had an extra lesson by her uncle?!  Hard to know… Then I say myself: Stop thinking Nadir, for now, and enjoy the pure pleasure and innocence of the moment.
 
I kiss her neck and think if there can be another human skin so soft? She coos with pleasure like a pigeon. I kiss her shoulders and the space along her collar bones. My hands are gliding ever so gently and slowly over her skin, taking my time.
 
Meena is caressing me with her entire body, it seems. Her legs are repeatedly sliding over mine, her feet rubbing feet and legs, her fingers touching every part of my back and my shoulders, my arms and my hair. But her hands always seem to draw and wander to my ass, she cups my cheeks and caresses them, holds them and squeezes them. Finally she pulls my ass towards her, as if to pull me inside of her.
 
“I am hot Nadir,” she whispers in my ear, her fingernails digging into my ass. “ I need you. Only you.”
“Only me?” I ask myself. “Am I enough for you?” But I don’t say it loud.
 
My hand slips between her legs and slides up to her pussy, to her shaven womanhood.
 
Merena is right. She is indeed hot, incredibly hot, and wet. Her whole body is writhing, like a live wire pulsating with electricity. I’ve never seen Meena so turned on, so alive with sexuality. At least not for me and with me.
 
I slide my fingers into her cleft, and she lets out a moan. Her pussy is so wet, my fingers are instantly covered with her juices. I caress her labia and she arches her back, murmurs and gasps. She’s so responsive. I so much want to see and hear her come.
 
I find her clit and uncover the swollen mass. I finger it and she cry out, loudly.
 
I watch her closely while sliding my finger deep inside her sweet pussy, pull it out, and over her clit, and back in again. Meena is jerking and pushing her hips against my hand. She moans long and I can see her orgasm is near.
 
I begin to rub her clit faster now, lightly feathering it. My sweet wife arches her back, her breasts pushed up. Her nipples are sticking out, hard and erect. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is open. There comes a guttural moan as her orgasm approaches.
I use that moment to wrap my lips around her erected nipple and suck her heaving breast. She moans again loudly. I suck her hard and she puts her hand behind my head, pulling me to her breast. My finger is still rubbing her clit and her body is jerking and twitching. I glide my mouth down her body and replace my fingers with my tongue. She screams.
 
I sink my tongue into her wetness until I find her clit. I glide my broad tongue over her clit, again and again, while she holds my head with both hands. She's raising her pelvis, thrusting into my face. Her mouth is open and she's moaning with every breath. I thrust my tongue deep in her and slide it out and over her clit. Again. And again. Her fingernails dig into my head and her hips raise and I can feel her tilting over into orgasm.
 
For a long time, I continue giving her the pleasure of my tongue in her pussy. I so much want to please her, to give her the joy of complete sexual release. Meena is now truly orgasmic.
 
After her orgasm subsides, I lay with my head on her thigh and watch her, her breasts heaving, a smile on her beautiful face. She is running her fingers gently through my hair and I feel completely happy and at peace.
 
I think again at her affair and her incredible orgasms with Mansour.
"Nadir?" she says softly.
"Yes."
"I love you, just you."
Is she reading my thought? "I love you too my love," I answer.
 
I lay on my back.  She looks at me, then lifts herself and turn over and lays by my side, with her face at my hips. Now she raises her leg and lifts it over my body. She's on all fours, her head at my crouch, her pussy hovering over my face.
She arches her back and lowers her head in one graceful motion and gently brushes my body with her nipples. I feel the tip of her tongue glide over my cock. She does the motion again and I feel her warm tongue slide over the length of my cock. At the next moment, I feel her lips, her full, fleshy lips, kissing my cock. I become hard almost immediately.
 
Her tongue finds the head of my cock and she begins to lick it. Under the ridge, over the tip, and along the tender underside. I am trembling and electricity is shooting through me with every touch. Finally, her lips wrap around the head of my erection, and I let out a loud moan.
 
"I want so much to give you what you have given me. Complete pleasure," She says.
"That's what I'm feeling my love."
 
Meena smiles and takes my cock into her mouth. Her tongue sends shocks through my body I bstart moan loudly.
She takes me deeper into her mouth and throat. It's incredible what Meena can do with her mouth and tongue. She slides my dick slowly in and then out, using her tongue to stimulate me as she does it. I'm moaning with every sucking and every licking action. She takes me deeper. And deeper. I feel that she has me in her throat now. Deep in her throat. Sucking me. Rhythmically. Stroking my long, hard cock with her mouth and lips and tongue. I feel my erection is huge now. And very hard. She's making it bigger than it has ever, ever been.
 
I am close. I feel I could explode at any moment. I decide to deflect myself by going to work on her pussy. Maybe that will help me avoid coming so soon.
 
I reach up with my hands and grip her perfect ass I lift my head and gently lick the labial lips of her pussy. She responds and lowers her pussy to my face. I start to slowly lick it, along the folds, and then push my warm wet tongue inside her.
 
For a moment, she pauses her sucking, this is a moment of relief for me to pull back from the edge of explosion.  Meena is having trouble to concentrate, my licking has got her attention. I use this moment and sink my tongue deep inside her pussy. Now she is trembling with her whole body. When start to explore her insides, Meena starts to move her pussy in circles against my face. She begins vigorously to suck my cock again.
 
I'm licking the deepest region of her pussy now, and then pulling out to find her clit. Her body is undulating, she's rubbing herself against my tongue, the way she wants it, the way that gets her hot. I'm lifting my hips too, sinking my cock into her mouth, pushing deep into her throat.
 
I'm fucking her face, that beautiful face, while she fucks mine.
 
God, this is so indescribable hot and sexy. I have the feeling that my Meena has been never so sexually responsive. She's putting her whole body into sucking me and rubbing against me. I think at this moment, she can manipulate her body to gain, and give, the most pleasure possible. Is the cause of this, her last night’s dreaming of “him”?  I am putting my entire body into it too.
 
I'm thrusting up with my stiff hard-on and sliding it into her mouth. I'm so hard and feel my member so long and full of cum as never before as I slide deep into her throat. My face is wet from Meena’s dripping pussy and I'm licking and sucking her clit and my tongue sinking deep inside her. I feel like a wild hungry animal completely given over to sexual desire.
 
"Nadir," Meena gasps. "I want you in me."
"Yes, my love, come on top of me. I want to see you. To watch you." I answer.
 
She nods and moves on her hands and knees. Every move she makes is erotic and sexy. She straddles me and I place my hands on her hips. Meena takes my rock hard cock in her hands and raises it upward. She inches forward to position herself over me. She starts to lower herself onto my cock.
 
I'm stroking her legs, watching her. Our eyes are fixed on each others. I feel like I'm in an altered state. I'm aware only of her and my desire for her. I want to be inside her so badly.
 
I feel her pussy on my cock. She's so wet. She rubs the tip along her pussy and then into the folds. I pop inside her and it is so tight, so hot, so wet. It's like a wet, warm fist squeezing the tip of my cock. She lowers herself onto me and lets out a gasp.
 
I watch her slowly raise and lower herself onto my shaft, moving in slow motion, her mouth open, her eyes fixed on mine. Up and down she moves, each time pressing me into her a bit deeper. It's so erotic I can't help myself and I thrust my hips up and into her, grunting as I do.
 
Meena lets out an animalistic shriek.
 
I hold her hips with my hands and press into her, rotating my hips and stroking her with my cock. She moans with pleasure, rocking her head from side to side, her long hair swinging. She raises her arms over her head and starts to undulate on top of me, rubbing herself against my hard shaft. I continue to push myself in and out of her, going deeper each time.
 
Feeling her pussy squeezing me and looking at her beautiful sexy face. I feel like I've never seen nor felt Meena in this state.
 
She puts her hands on my chest, feeling my pectoral muscles, digging her fingernails into them. I reach up and hold her waist, guiding her motions, and then slide up to feel her breasts and fully erect hard nipples. She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs, her head tilted back. She arches her back so that her breasts point straight up to the sky. Her nipples are so big and extended they are her highest point. She grinds her pussy into me, rubbing her clit on the base of my shaft. She lets out a gutteral moan.
 
I quicken the pace of my thrusts and start to slam my pelvis into her. She starts to moan with every thrust, her breasts bouncing as I pummel her. She obvioulsy likes the faster motion and I can tell she is about to come. I could come too, at any moment, but I don't want to. Not yet.
 
She leans forward, grabbing my breast again. Meena is digging into me, and I can tell her orgasm is near. I lift my pelvis high, burying myself in her, and she screams loudly. Then, I pull her hips down and press up with my cock. I'm buried in her pussy up to the hilt. I grind my pubic bone against hers. This time she screams for real. Her body starts to shake, to vibrate. She's cumming. I don't want to cum yet. I want to wait.
 
I keep grinding her with my pelvis and Meena keeps screaming and shuddering. I can feel her pussy contracting. So tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut, she's shaking now, she's orgasming. I want to explode so badly.
 
Finally, her orgasm subsides, and she collapses on my chest. I slowly stroke her, taking my cock all the way out and all the way in. She comes back to life. She starts to move her body with me.
 
"Lover, I want you to give you the orgasm you want. The way you want. How do you want?" She asks gasping.
 
I want to come in her tight hot pussy. On top of her. Staring her in the face. Fucking her deep and hard until I explode deep inside her. That's what I want, to feel that pussy is mine, just mine.
 
Suddenly, as if possessed, I hold her by the torso and turn her over on her back. In an instant, I'm on top of her. Her eyes widen. She sees I'm in total control now.
She looks ready to surrender to me, to give herself to me completely and without reservation. I know she loves to be controlled. T
he past few months showed me that Meena loves to be controlled, to be possessed and sexually dominated. This is the most important summary one could find out from the last months experiences.
 
"Put your legs around my neck," I say.
 
She slowly lifts her legs and lays them on my shoulders. I'm laying against the back of her thighs, and I push my cock deeper in her than it's ever been. She feels me pressing against her insides.
 
"Never you have been so deep in me before my love," she gasps.
 
For a moment a a thought comes into my mind: "Not even your uncle Mansi?". But I hold back from saying that.
 
I look deep in her face and start to pump my body so that my cock penetrates her completely. I'm holding myself up on my elbows and watching her watching me. Again and again, I pump my pelvis into her, filling her, impaling her, splitting her in two. She reaches down and grips my ass with both hands, pulling me deep inside her.
 
I feel my orgasm approaching, this is the greatest lovemaking I have ever enjoyed and I don't want it to end. But I can't hold off. I feel the biggest orgasm of my life approaching.
 
"I want you to come baby... I want to feel you come inside me," says Meena.
 
I push into her, again and again, faster and faster, watching her face, her gorgeous face, and feeling the luscious warm wet folds of her pussy surrounding my hard dick. I press deep and hold it there, her legs around my neck and feel the growing rush flowing from my extremities to my loins.
Meena notices I am close, and she spreads her legs outward, like a flower opening its petals. I give her one last thrust and hold myself deep inside her. I feel an electrical charge shoot through my body and right out my cock. I feel my cum spray her insides. I let out a loud moan.
 
"Yes. Oh yes Nadir," she cries. "Fill me."
 
I thrust again and feel another explosion of cum shoot deep inside her. I can feel her watching me, revealing in the moment, and it turns me on to know she's doing it. Again, I feel my cum spray and I let out a moan that comes from somewhere deep in me. This is what she wants. What we both want.
 
I collapse with my head in the crook of her neck. She wraps her legs around my back like a blanket. We're effectively one, wrapped together, a co-mingling of arms and legs. We lay there the longest time.
 
I am thinking about the last minutes. I am sure and that her last dream of Mansour, her story of her dream about sex with her old bad uncle is the only and basic cause for our such an extraordinarily passionate, great sexual experience at this moment. And I know that she knows this too.
 
After some minutes silence, I look at her eyes and ask her: “Meena, do you miss him?”
She giggles and says: “Do You?”
 
I smile and try to turn me on my side to her: “It doesn’t matter what I feel.”
Meena turns her gaze to other side, looks out of window, and says: “I think it plays a role that we are honest with each other and talk about our feelings.”
 
“Okay, you’re right, but I asked first! And don’t forget to be honest regardless of anything.”
 
“Yes, my dearest,” She looks back into my eyes and adds “I miss him, I miss Mansi a lot! You wanted an honest answer. Are you happy now to know my true feelings about him? “.
In Moonlight I can see a film of tears in her eyes, “Or are you mad on me?”.
 
 “Meena, I respect your feelings and emotions,” I speak softly, “no matter in which direction, sexually or love related, and I am happy to know them.” I hear my last words are shaky.
 
She notices this and caressing my cheek with her fingers murmured: “But love is what I feel for you, just you,” and added “the love that a woman for a man feels.”
 
“But you loved him, didn’t you?”
 
“Yes, I did, but it was another type of love, I love my brother and sister too. “
 
“But you don’t have any sexual desires for them, do you?”
 
“No, for sure not!” “You are right I loved him somehow different.” “Maybe I miss him not personally, but miss the feeling which he gave me,”.
 
“He was very masculine even in some way aggressive but at the same time, considerate and attentive even emotionally tender and for sure confident. He could handle a feminine woman like me, he dominated the life generally.”
 
“Perhaps not his own life, always.” I say, and add, “Any way, today we had an unforgettable und exceptional sex because of him,” and laugh.
 
Meena giggles and speaks, “Really? Was my dream so exciting and arousing for you?”
 
I smile and say, “I must admit yes, And for you?”
 
Meena giggles again and says: “I've been hot and aroused since I've been awake.”
 
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight and we had to wake up early. I certainly kn0w where to
end our conversation. I twist around trying to make me comfortable and rub my cock. I am still half had from our hot sex.
 
How can I speak about the thoughts that fill my head not to frighten Meena?
I lay my head back against the pillow closing my eyes. I gather my courage and speak softly: “Do you think we need a replacement for Mansour?”.
 
She looks at me if she doesn't believe what she heard, “Replacement?!”
“I mean not emotionally… but for other things.” I keep talking.
 
She lies down too, and I notice she is looking at the ceiling.
“What other things? I have you for other things.” She murmurs after some short seconds.
 
I understand. She wants to hear everything, any subtle and forbidden in detail.
 
“I mean not just sexually. Enough masculinity, a little dominance, a trace of aggressiveness and at the same time thoughtfulness, tenderness, and subtlety.” And look at her face, “A Master for everything.”
 
She stays quiet and doesn't say anything, still looking at the ceiling.
“I don’t think that you can find somebody with a combination of these characteristics.” finally she says.
 
“Not me alone, we will find him together,” I say.
 
“We’ll see.”
 
“So, yes to Replacement?”
 
“We are tired, and tomorrow is near, let me sleep.”
 
“Just one word and then we can sleep, yes, or no?” I persist.
 
“If there is somebody with these qualities, and you want to, then yes.” Meena speaks tenderly.

***

To be continued...
 

[Lollobionda]

In this chapter you have held up a mirror to your feelings and inner life and shared them 
"without" many and artificial excesses with us readers and fans of this story.
You let us participate in it ...
This makes this story more human and provides a bridge between the emotional levels of 
us readers and the main characters in the story...

* * *

Another thought that is germinating in my mind is, 
(although it is not possible!)
that Meena's beloved uncle, Mansi, has been resurrected. 
Or that his death was merely an incarnation to go into hiding from his creditors so that he 
could later live under a different name and in a different city.
((This is just a thought experiment of mine! ))

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[desihunter]

Wonderful, I really like the way you write your story

[Salir]

Friends,

I am very happy to read your comments, even if I hoped to hear more from the readers who are interested in the narration 

and are  curious to follow the story .

It is important to realize that the more feedbacks I get from you, the more In feel me responsible to update as soon as 

possible.

Thank you all a lot.

Sincerely,

Salir

[Blackdick11]

So glad to see you back again after such a long time!

[Lovecraft]

It's awesome to have you back and sharing such fantastic updates.
seriously, I missed your awesome writing
I hope this time you'll continue without any interruptions.

[RJ668]

Over time, this couple has developed a strong bond and a profound understanding of one another. They have cultivated a deep connection through open communication, respect, and maintaining a healthy balance of personal space.

BUT poor Meena! she still hasn't been able to fully let go of the memories of her beloved uncle.

And speaking of replacements, Meena said Yes to it.

now, we'll have to wait and see if they find someone to replace mansour or Not, and who that person might be. personally, I think his three friends could be good candidates, but Meena seems to be more interested in Major, probably because of his personality. I think Major could be a great match for her.

But we'll have wait to see which one of the three really measures up to the standards set by both couples.

Thanks for these awesome updates!
Really appreciate all the effort and hard work you put into them.

[Lollobionda]

I would even favour Uncle Said (the former gardener and Murad's grandfather, who is around Mansour's age), 
especially since he is close to the family, and if I don't remember wrong, even a relative.

Because of his military past, a relationship between the Major and Meena could lead to him possibly trying to 
have her all to himself.
... And exactly such a case would be poison for the story and would perhaps lead to nerve-wracking arguments 
and tensions between Meena and Nadir.

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

* I'm really looking forward to the next (hopefully very soon!) chapter.

[Salir]

Dear friends,


I would like to thank you for your loyalty and your encouraging, almost provocative comments.

A lot has happened in our lives, mine and my beloved Meena’s, that dry and unnatural morality will not approve of. But we are happy and content now where we are and will do what we did again, for sure.

The continuation of our story still has some interesting things to offer, but three points regarding our comments need clarification, at least for me.

Firstly, a replacement for Mansour, doesn't have to be necessarily a person we know already and yet!

Secondly RJ668 speaks about three friends, I'm not sure who is meant, as the third person, apart from Mansour and Uncle Said ?

Third, Lollobionda writes about Major's military past. I must say (as I have certainly mentioned in previous parts), Major was never in the military and this name is only given to him by his friends and acquaintances because of his clothing in his youth.

Be healthy and enjoy your time.

Salir (Nadir)

[RJ668]

Secondly RJ668 speaks about three friends, I'm not sure who is meant, as the third person, apart from Mansour and Uncle Said ?

So, I was actually talking about mansour's three other buddies who were his classmates
their names are Saleh, Rashid, and Major