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

[Salir]

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

Thanks for the clarification. 

As I said, we'll see who won the race!

I will continue my work here as soon as possible.

Your interest and opinions help me feel obliged to do this.

Enjoyable times for all my readers...

[Lollobionda]

In general, I am critical of the military (I would even say that I am a pacifist!), 
hence my aversion to the name "Major".
I assumed that he was a former member of the military.

I can not explain it, but somehow I have an aversion to the person "Major"
I do not know why ...

What happened to Salah's lawyer friend and Salah?
Did Meena transfer the house to him (Salah)?

Where is Mansour's teenage son now?
Who is he living with now?

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

In general, I am critical of the military (I would even say that I am a pacifist!),...... 
......
In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Dear friend, 
As I emphasized before, I highly appreciate your comments and I hope that the way things go in this story and especially my narrative form will satisfy you in the future.

It's very nice that you care about the people who have played or even playing still a role in our lives.

Agree with me that I can't reveal the upcoming events regarding various people in this story, yet!

Be healthy and enjoy,

Salir (Nadir)

[Blackdick11]

Hey man, can you let us know when we can expect the next update?

[Kamuk Insaan]

Awesome,,, so, she said yes to the replacement
I'm so excited
who will replace mansour

[Salir]

Hi Friends,

Is or are there some fellow(s) who follow my story?!

I didn't read for a long time from my old friend Lollobinda. I hope he is well.

I would like to continue my narration about Meena and Nadir, and their adventures.

I hope some of you are interested.

Thans a lot for the reply

Salir

[RJ668]

Plz continue it....

lack of updates has made it pretty dead.
bring it back to life with some updates!

[Lollobionda]

Hello everyone,
Dear friend,

I was not in Germany for five months, but in South America, in Bolivia and Peru.
That is why I was not able to visit the Xossipy portal (which has become so dear to me).

Now my work there is finished and I am back home, which I was really looking forward to.

But I am also looking forward to being with you again.
Because I have missed you all very much... 

* * *
Dear Salir,
Thank you for your questions and concerns, I am fine and awake. 
I hope you are both well too?

What made me particularly happy was your announcement to continue the story ‘soon’.
That of course arouses curiosity and expectations among us ‘your’ readers and fans of this story...
Hope to see you soon.

On this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Eswar P]

Hai sir verynice

[Salir]

Hello everyone,
Dear friend,

I was not in Germany for five months, but in South America, in Bolivia and Peru.
That is why I was not able to visit the Xossipy portal (which has become so dear to me).

Now my work there is finished and I am back home, which I was really looking forward to.

But I am also looking forward to being with you again.
Because I have missed you all very much... 

* * *
Dear Salir,
Thank you for your questions and concerns, I am fine and awake. 
I hope you are both well too?

What made me particularly happy was your announcement to continue the story ‘soon’.
That of course arouses curiosity and expectations among us ‘your’ readers and fans of this story...
Hope to see you soon.

On this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Hello my friend,

I am very happy and glad to meet you here again and healthy.

We've been traveling in Northern France/Brittany and Normandy for the past few weeks and I haven't had much time to write here.

Since I am back, I'm trying, when time permits, to write about another exciting chapter of our lives and hope to present it here soon.

I wish you and other my readers good luck and fun in life.

See you soon,

[Lollobionda]

Dear friend,

I hope you have not been affected by the flood of the century in Austria.
Everything is calm here with us, nothing extraordinary has happened. 
Everything is fine...

Will you be able to continue the story this month (September)?
What do you think?
I and all the other fans would be very happy ...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Dear Lollobionda,
Thank you for asking, we are doing well at home in Austria.
The flood of the century caused a lot of damage hier but we were unharmed and everything is OK.

I plan to send the beginning of the new chapter of the story (I would like to change the name of the story to "Meena"...) soon, that is, in September. I hope I can do it.

In any case, thank you for your interest and the interest of other loyal readers of this essentially true story.

Stay healthy and enjoy,
Salir

[Salir]

Dear readers,

I will be presenting the continuation of the story briefly but often in the near future.
Writing something like this takes a lot of time, which I don't have much of at the
moment! But the extension will continue,

Thank you for your loyalty,
Salir


“The Pond Old Master”
1
The morning sunlight streamed through the small breaks in the window blinds, casting a golden
lustre about the our bedroom. I was tense, slightly confused, I had a bad dream. My eyes fell upon
the shapely woman asleep next to me.
I immediately relaxed, seeing it was my Meena, my wife forever, my whole life!
No need to worry, I told myself, we were safe in our house, I should be happy. 
All went well andour lives were developing well. 
Our only negative aspect was when we discovered that due to a
childhood illness, Meena would never be able to have children. But in the meantime, we have
come to terms with reality and accepted it without any residue in our relationship or our psyche.
The clock on the nightstand dimly displayed eight o'clock.
Saturday morning. Good, no need to wake her yet.



I blinked several times before opening my heavy eyelids to the familiar window on my left side.
I looked back at the beautiful angel by my side again, her soft hair, her well-formed nose and her
full luscious lips.
I noticed that the sheets had somehow been kicked off during the night, the whites now crumpled
on the floor.
The city’s early morning-summer sun was already warming the atmosphere, so missing covers
weren't an issue.
In addition, their absence allowed me full view of my wife Meena's body lying on her side. admired
her toned legs, curvy hips, and soft shoulders. The thin white cotton tank-top did nothing to hide
her full, well-shaped tits that always stood proud on her chest. The darker areolae and nipples
clearly visible. The then my gaze travelled to her rear, which was supple and aesthetically perfect.

Even years after I met and loved her, only her sight could still get my motor running, with her

classic beauty.
Meena's hair styles were always tasteful. When she combed her hair straight down to just above
her sensuous eyes, she was very seductive, although she herself didn't realize it.

Now after some years of marriage, Meena preferred to wear her dark brown locks totally straight,
cascading just below those delicious breasts, and in back, ending in a V at her shoulder blades.

I was very proud at how she had kept herself in shape and often others guessed her age much younger. 
Her fitness was in stark contrast to my own, with my slightly pudgy middle and the unfortunate relaxation of my pectorals.
I am happy with my looks, not yet a "fat slob", but I was definitely experiencing a mature spread
soon, if I didn’t care, I thought.

I thought in the last time we had not very often sex, making love one or two times a week. 
I sound like a complainer, but I thought about sinking myself between her these strong, sexy thighs was nothing short of great.

I loved going down on her, one of the things she adored, hearing her moans, her groans, feeling her fingers grabbing at my head, 

trying to force me down in her pussy. Feeling her clench my head with her strong thighs as I make her cum, and watching her 

beautiful face sparkle in the process is always heavenly.


Not only was she extremely beautiful, but her confidence was evident during our lovemaking.

Meena was still shy when it came to trying new things or positions and I never pushed her into doing anything she didn't want to do.

Although, there were times when she would get very vocal and, on some occasions, you could hear her screams in our garden.

And I had this indefinite feeling that not only me, but my pretty wife still has this new desire in her life, to have sex with more
 exciting moments, and it would need to be fulfilled!

I thought about the great times between me, my wife and some few men, sometimes imaginer men, and the fantasies 
I couldn't get out of my mind.

Something she simply would never do anymore. She did not always accept my dark cuckold desires that I partly didn't hide 
it from her more though.

She wasn't exactly thrilled by my ideas because of our past adventures. 
She was on some occasions real angry and one 
time she told me:

"Well, I'm never doing it more. It would be disrespectful to our marriage to do such things again. It would make me feel cheap, 
like some whore. My body is yours, and none others more!" she finished as she spat these last words out. 
I was dejected. but I had to assure her in such an occasion it was just a fantasy I had and tell her:


"Look, Meena," I said, "Look, let's forget it. I don't want you to do anything. It's just a fantasy. Not something we ever need to think about, 
but sometimes guys get these dark thoughts, and it's kind of an aphrodisiac. Just ignore the whole thing."


Other times I only thought about them secretly in the depths of my mind and spoke to none. But I knew can't keep those sorts 
of things buried forever, and they find their ways outside.


Perhaps the floodgates of our psyche are determined by genetics, or something we picked up in childhood. Perhaps Meena herself was the key.

To be continued...

[Salir]

The Pond Old Master-2
 
It may be distressing, but after some years of marriage, even if you are still young, diminished
sexual passion and pleasure is somewhat normal.
Like many couples in a similar situation, we promised to carve out more leisure
time to spend together doing things we used to enjoy and discovering some new ones.
Despite reserved nature of Meena, and in spite of her unwillingness about realization of my
sexual fantasies, we agreed to communicate more often and still more openly about
our sexual desires and to try to be more creative and adventuresome in meeting them.
 
Within the last weeks of past winter, I started looking at prices for a
swimming pool extension. 
We were planning to convert our swimming
pool into a natural swimming pond with plants and so on.
The existing pool was a small one and this was the wish of Meena
to change it to a natural pond.

Using various websites, I obtained the phone numbers for our local and best
reviewed companies at this subject.
The first and only company I called was Noori-Plant pool.
The call went to voicemail where I left my details and asked if
someone could call me back.
A few hours later I received a call from a friendly female voice.
She informed me that their head of the company, Mr. Jalal Noori will come
out to give us a quote at the weekend.

The next Saturday came and at midday the doorbell rang.
I answered the door to be greeted by a large, well-built but friendly looking man.
''Good evening, I'm Jalal Norri from Noori Company," he said.
''Hey come in,'' I replied. 
Mr. Noori was built like a rugby forward.
Roughly 195 cm in height. large shoulders with thick arms and legs.
He was completely bald but had a very friendly and attractive
masculine  face. 

''Thanks,'' Mr. Noori replied.
He made his way into the Yard as I closed the front door. I then led him into the hall.
It was a very warm summer afternoon, and Meena had spent most of the
day reading her book on a hammock in the garden.

Upon hearing myself and the Jalal discussing measurements she came inside.
Her hair was damp, and it looked as though she'd just been swimming.
''Hey, would you like a coffee?'' she asked with her friendly voice as she
entered through the door.

I'm being biased perhaps but there's nothing better like hearing Meena
talks in her lovely tone.

Mr. Noori turned to answer, ''Oh I normally would but it's so warm today, can I
trouble you for a cold drink?'' he said.
''Yes, we've got some orange juice," I answered.
Meena poured the drink adding some ice as I discussed the potential work and
costs with Jalal Noori.

As we chatted, I noticed Jalal’s eyes occasionally peering towards Meena who
wore a short denim skirt which showed partly her legs and a somewhat short
and fairly tight white t-shirt.

She now had a lovely brown tan on her arms and face having been in the sun all morning.
Her skirt was 3/4 length, down to just above her knees.

Meena, smiling turned to us and handed him the glass. ''Oh, thank you,'' he said,
keeping his eyes on her as she made her way outside.

I was slightly uncomfortable for the rest of the conversation knowing Mr. Noori
had been scanning Meena up and down but also as always proud and
happy on such occasions, that she was mine. 
I was not jealous at that moment.
After pricing up every detail of new pond, Jalal, after spoken to his office,
gave us a good price for the job and we agreed his company could start
the work in two weeks’ time.
We shook hands on his way out.
''We don't charge unfair prices but although we might be a little more expensive,
folk keep coming back because they know we're honest to deal with.
Although I do the pricing, it's not me who does the job. I get the younger lads to do
that, but I will be checking on them occasionally if that's ok with you?'' Jalal asked.
''Yeah sure, thanks," I answered before bidding him farewell.

After Mr. Noori left, I joined Meena in the garden. ''We've got a good quote darling.
They'll start in a couple of weeks."
''Oh excellent, he seems a nice guy," she said.

I almost asked her if she noticed old Noori looking at her when we were in the
hall but decided to leave it.
***
Ultimately, the next day I decided to stick with Noori company, because of
personal sympathy, quality of their job and the quote that was suitable for us.
*****
Two weeks later and work had begun on our pool.
Everything was coming together nicely and Noori’s lads
were friendly guys who worked hard from 8am to 5pm.
 
A few days later I arrived home from hospital one afternoon an hour later as the guys were
finishing for the day. I waved them off outside but noticed a new Bently car
parked across the road.
I parked my car and went in and opened the front door to the house and
heard Meena's giggling.
''Here he is," I heard her say. I entered the kitchen to find Jalal sat on the
couch and Meena sat opposite.

''Oh hi Mr. Noori," I said with surprise. "Hi Doki, please call me just Jalal,
I popped over to see how the lads are getting on," he explained.

''It’s looking good isn't it darling'', Meena said positively.

''Yes, I have to say the young men are doing a great job,'' I agreed.

''Good, good, that's what we like to hear,'' Jalal replied before sipping the cup
of coffee Meena had made for him.

''If they ever look like they aren't pulling their work let me know. Although
I think I'll be here quite often if Meena is going to be making amazing cups
of coffee like this one," Jalal continued and laughed.

I was surprised when he addressed her by her first name.

''Glad you like it,'' responded Meena with a wide grin.
We made small talk for another five minutes before Jalal informed us, he had to leave.
We both saw him out of the front door and enter the large Bentley across the street.

“How it comes that he addresses you as Meena?” I asked.
“I suggested him to do so, you know I don’t like to be formally at my home,” She replied and
added: ''He's a nice guy Nadir. I think you've definitely picked the right firm to
do this job," Meena said with a smile.

Jalal's visit had my mind in overdrive again and those thoughts involving him with
my beautiful wife kept creeping into my mind, even though no signs with sexual
nature appeared yet.

To be continued...

[Mampi]

wowwww great

[Lollobionda]

There is no better moment for a man than to see and feel his 
‘sleeping Venus’ peaceful, happy and fulfilled at his side.

A beautiful and romantic beginning ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Blackdick11]

Ah, Nadir and his wild thoughts—seems like some habits are just too delicious to leave behind.

[RJ668]

Thank you so much for taking a moment from your hectic routine to breathe life into this story. Your effort makes it all the more enchanting, turning every new chapter into a work of art.

[Salir]

Dear friends,

I thank you very much for your loving comments and emotions.
This gives me more strength and energy to carry on.

Stay healthy and enjoy life,
Salir

[Salir]

The Pond Master-3
 
The next day and the day after, again I returned from job to find Jalal in
our home entertaining Meena.

In the third day as I arrived, a wave of laughter and giggles greeting me
as I entered the house.
''Hi Doki," Jalal shouted before I got to the door.
''Hey darling, how was your day?'' asked Meena.
''Hi Jalal, hi lovely. It was ok, very busy as usual. How are things here?'' I asked.
''All good Doki, my men are getting there. We'll take a look outside in a minute," Jalal replied.
''The kettle is still warm Nadir, want a coffee?'' Meena asked
Before I could answer Jalal got there first ''Go on babe'' he said cheekily.
After half a second of awkward silence, we all laughed.

I would have been lying if I said I wasn't a little bit offended.

''Forgive me, I just get a bit naughty sometimes, let's go outside and I'll show
you where we are at,'' Jalal suggested.

''Yes, you both go outside, I'll follow you out with the coffees in a minute,'' said Meena.
Jalal explained what the remaining plans were for the pond.

Meena provided the coffees as promised a minute or two later. 
Jalal left not longafterwards, complimenting Meena's coffees again as he left 
and suggesting he will be back to check on the work tomorrow.
 
After he left, I noticed Meena’s face and arms had gotten quite a bit of sun that day.

"I hope you caught some sun also on the beauties, your tits and legs also, today,” I said.

"Yes, and they caught some attention as well today. You are not angry,
I hope," Meena smiled.

"Really? Did that hard cock lads get to see you out sunbathing today?" I asked.

"Yes, sure, the crew out there caught me with the beauties of me and I gave
them the show most of the afternoon, " she giggled, "I finally felt sorry to tease them,"

“What a pity, the poor lads,” I said.

“I wanted to leave but then came their boss,” Meena giggled, “He was even more interested,
he sat to me, and I felt his hungry eyes are begging all time to have a close
up of my beauties,”.

"So, you did give him an up-close look finally?" I asked.

"Certainly not, you have to earn something like that,” she shrugged and laughed.

"I was hoping you would finally give in and allow him more than just a glance
and let him not only a close look, but even feel, kiss, lick, and suck those
beauties," I laughed.

"You are so bad Doki," she giggled.
 

Later Meena made dinner, and we ate outside on the decking.

''He's such nice man, a little cheeky and flirty but it's good that he's checking
the job regularly,'' said Meena.

''Yes, he seems like an honest and good guy," was all I said with a sarcastic
tone.
Meena didn't seem to notice at first but then she looked at me as if
she wanted to ask something.

“It seems you have got a new admirer,” I said.

Meena giggled but at first said nothing at first, but after a short pause she spoke:
''He told me he's 60. I would never have guessed that,'' said Meena.

''He can't be, I would have said he is almost fifty,'' I replied with disbelief.

''He lives alone. His wife died of cancer years ago. Poor guy," Meena explained.

''Come on Meena, he's not poor, he drives a Bentley car and runs a
well-functioning company. '' I argued.

''No, he owns much more than that, if you mean just material. He told me
he's got properties in the city, a ranch around the town, and a Villa in northern
Coast,'' Meena replied.

''Blimey, he is loaded!'', I said shocked.
 

We sat on the sofa and watched a film after having dinner. 
''Jalal has been here three nights consecutively now and he arrives just 
when you get home from work. I think he fancies you babe,'' I suggested.

''Behave Nadir. He's just checking the work. Before we have coffees and
you arrive, he's outside speaking to the lads," Meena looked at me and replied.

''I don't doubt he wants the job to go well, I just think he's fond of you," I said.

''Well, if he is, I don't fancy him,'' said Meena. ''I only have eyes for you," she
continued before she held my head, smiled and gave me a kiss.

''Come on Meena, he appears every day here just because of you, and I noticed
he tries to catch a Glimpse on you every moment that he finds,” I insisted.

“I don’t know, I mean I don’t believe that. He can have many beautiful women
around him and not a of all things a dry married one,” Meena shrugged and laughed.

“But I feel he wants you, obviously, I am sure that you noticed this too,” I replied.
She smiled and said, “such a nonsense,”.
 

I Saw it coming…
As an older man, he looked attractive and physically fit. it seemed to me that
seducing a woman, any woman cannot be very difficult for him. 

He was not a highly intelligent type, but the History has shown that Meena's
interest in choosing a man as a sexual partner does not necessarily depends
on exceptional intelligence as a prerequisite.

Jala was the natural leader and charming, I realized when I saw him for the first time.
Maybe that's why my Meena seemed to like him from the beginning.

Other side she was herself not stuck-up about any of her attributes, including
her beauty, and her extremely well-education and high intelligence, being very
down-to-earth, attracting me to her even further.

Meena told me that Jalal’s wife had passed away some years earlier having been
a very unwell and sickly woman for much of her life.
Jalal felt cheated somewhat by her constant illness as they never really enjoyed
life together and, as for sex, well there never was any, at least after birth of their
only child, a boy.
His son who was 18 years old, had some psychologic problems, mentally
did not grown up well and has difficulties in social life and behaviour.
He lived in his father’s ranch half an hour outside town where we lived,
Cyrus, Jalal‘s son, had obviously only contact to some workers of ranch,
horses and dogs and other animals in ranch.
The many years that have passed after death of his wife, the old Jalal has spent
completely alone and sacrificed his life only for work and his company.

He told Meena that had some superficial and temporary relationships and sexual
experiences meanwhile.

I was very surprised that Jalal talked about very intimate things of his life,
with my wife.
He even asked her about herself and our life so long, he listened to her carefully
and asked her opinions about every possible thing.

That all showed me that something is going on there and he is very interested in her.
 
He was for sure captured by her irresistible stunning beauty, beauty and her
attraction. 
Captured by her appearance and intelligence in combination with
her killer body. 

I already noticed there was something special between them.

After we finished dinner and watched the sun go down, we both went inside.

Whilst Meena took a shower. I cleaned everything quickly before heading upstairs.
I heard the shower still running and took a peep through the small gap in the
doorway to the bathroom.

I could just about see her nude body through the steamy glass of the shower.
I had known this body for several years and seen her naked more times than
I could count yet I was still massively turned on. her shapely arse and her
perfect coconut sized breasts, her arse and her chest were two parts of her
body always got the most attention on the street and even official meetings.

''I know you're there, Nadir, come in,'' she said suddenly.

Without hesitation I stripped and joined my wife in the shower.
 
Afterwards, I took her to bed.
That night Meena was on fire. As she cuddled up against me her leg went
over mine and I could feel her wetness running out of her cunt. 
I started licking her soppy pussy whilst she sucked my cock in a sixty-nine
position.

Then I fucked her in a missionary for several minutes, causing her to moan
and scream.

While we fucked, I couldn't help but think about Jalal and whether Meena
would enjoy being fucked by that big old man.

Her cries of pleasure felt muted, and the glow on her face seemed almost
forced.  Perhaps I was going crazy, or I was already reading way too much
into her behaviour.
 
“Oh, baby yeah, don't stop!” she cried over and over before I withdrew and
came on her belly.
 
After that we lay with her in my arms before falling asleep, but I couldn't
sleep at first, I was swimming in my thoughts.
 
I had the feeling that things changed after our conversation.
 
There was definitely something strange between me and Meena.

Maybe my stupid remarks earlier had unsettled something in her mind,
maybe it had awakened something in her again, maybe she was thinking
about her and her uncle, Mansi.
 
To be continued…