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

[Bakchod Londa]

Absolutely fantastic update!
Sir, it's truly wonderful to see you continuing this captivating story.  with the pool's renovation underway, let's see what other unexpected shifts will ripple through their lives

[Blackdick11]

Lovely update,,,,just a few days have passed since nadir met jalal, and he has already begun to fantasize him with meena. It appears that he is so eager to see his wife getting fucking by jalal.

by the way, does jalal have the qualities to take mansi's place or to be meena's next sexual partner?

[Lollobionda]

From this brief description of Jalal and his appearance, one can conclude that he is not a 
show-off like Mansi and has much more tact.

I do not think he is sexually on Mansi's level, he has more of a gentle and sensitive manner 
that goes down well with many women.

... And Nadir has exactly the same quality (gentle, sensitive and passionate).

But what both Meena and Nadir are looking for to fulfil their fantasies (rather Nadir's fantasies) 
is a sexual encounter between Meena and a sex-obsessed, passionate partner, similar to Mansi.
Therefore, I think the encounter between Meena and Jalal will be short-lived...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

From this brief description of Jalal and his appearance, one can conclude that he is not a 
show-off like Mansi and has much more tact.

I do not think he is sexually on Mansi's level, he has more of a gentle and sensitive manner 
that goes down well with many women.

... And Nadir has exactly the same quality (gentle, sensitive and passionate).

But what both Meena and Nadir are looking for to fulfil their fantasies (rather Nadir's fantasies) 
is a sexual encounter between Meena and a sex-obsessed, passionate partner, similar to Mansi.
Therefore, I think the encounter between Meena and Jalal will be short-lived...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

I like your analytical way of thinking and appreciate your valuable interest as always,

Stay healthy and enjoy,

Salir

[RJ668]

While it's tempting to make assumptions based on a brief description, we can't really draw any firm conclusions about whether Jalal is sexually on Mansi's level or not.

It’s not necessary for two different individuals to have identical qualities. People have different sides, some traits in him may differ from Mansi and we haven’t seen all of his yet.

If Nadir and Meena are strictly looking for a man who mirrors Mansi’s "master for everything" persona, it could be quite difficult for them to find a perfect match. After all, no two people are exactly alike.

Besides, Jalal isn't the only candidate—they have plenty of other options to consider.

[Salir]

While it's tempting to make assumptions based on a brief description, we can't really draw any firm conclusions about whether Jalal is sexually on Mansi's level or not.

It’s not necessary for two different individuals to have identical qualities. People have different sides, some traits in him may differ from Mansi and we haven’t seen all of his yet.

If Nadir and Meena are strictly looking for a man who mirrors Mansi’s "master for everything" persona, it could be quite difficult for them to find a perfect match. After all, no two people are exactly alike.

Besides, Jalal isn't the only candidate—they have plenty of other options to consider.

Dear friend,
Regarding the comparison between the two characters in this story, Mansour and Jalal, I agree with you that Jalat is a completely new 

guest who entered the party and it is still very early to judge his personality.

Let us wait and see what time brings.

Once again, I would like to thank all readers for their very insightful comments.

Health and joy for all my readers,

[ricah43165]

You're right, instead of letting our imagination run wild, it's better to leave everything to time and let it unfold naturally.

[Salir]

You're right, instead of letting our imagination run wild, it's better to leave everything to time and let it unfold naturally.

Thank you friend.

[Salir]

The Pond Master-4
 
The next day the lads were working but Jalal had to do because of other
projects in the company branch, he called me in hospital and told
me he is coming the next day.

After my arrival, I noticed that Meena is sitting outside, in the garden,
reading.

I changed, took a glass of orange juice and joined her.
While drinking my Juice, I noticed Meena is not reading but in thoughts
while looking at the half-made pond.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Meena and I could talk about anything.
 
"Nothing Nadir. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at her book.

After a short pause she looked up and as if changing her mind suddenly
asks me, "you want to bring me and Jalal together, I mean sexually, isn't
that right? I know you too well my dear husband, I look at you and know what 
you think, what you want, and even what you plan,"
 
Then she continued, "It's that damn fantasy of yours about me and
some other man, I mean Jalal, that concerns me. 
Basically, I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head since we spoke. 
I can't help myself from thinking about it. 
And I get sort of distracted."
 
"God, look Meena, if it bothers you so much, let's put it to bed. 
I love you and just us, together. 
We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don'twant to cause 
you any sort of torment," I said.
 
Meena's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.
"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you
wouldn't be so keen to forget it, I dare to say that you are obsessed,"
 
"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Meena. One, You and your body belongs
to me. So, the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a
bit excited. 
Another person knows what my wife feels like. 
This makes me proud and excited. And I think there are men whom 
you find attractive and suitable,"
 
Meena didn't make any sign to chime in, so I went on, "As you certainly
have noticed so far, the degradation part, as far as not dangerous and
under our control, the humiliating aspect also arouses me.
The hurt, the pain... It arouses me.
You are always in these situations somehow reserved, even reluctant, and
I understand that, yes, this could be dangerous, but we care about.
Me and you, We have been careful and we will be careful. 
Our love will do that. 
It is much stronger, and we must have faith in it.
Some think these fantasies dirty and unrefined, well perhaps they are
morally, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a
woman as hot as you, us as a couple, why we shouldn't we get happy and
enjoy our short life?
 Perhaps some think it would be the biggest insult to the universe itself,
but may be that is why me as a guy feel aroused by it.
Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting betrayed with my
knowledge and under my control, makes it so tantalizing, even
though we and so many hate it."
 
I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man as you say
obsessed.
I just find it hot to think about sometimes. 
You, doing stuff, you should onlydo with me with some stranger asshole or 
whatever... even doing stuff you wouldn't do with me..."
 
Meena looked at me as if she heard wrong,"… even stuff I wouldn’t do
with you? "
 
I laughed and continued, "It's an exaggeration, "I just meant...",
 
She interrupted me and went on, "I understand Nadir. I guess even we had
some experiences this type, I feel it would be nuts to repeat something like
that though,"

After a short pause while she turned her gaze from me to rose bus, she
spoke quietly, "After Mansour, to accept someone else, one other than
than you, would know me... intimately, scares me.
What if it destroys our happiness? This scared me always…"
 
"Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and
we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments.
The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld.
We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Meena
in a distant voice, like she was remembering something.
"When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer
in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed.
Why should I endanger this? It seems like a silly idea. It was always
so and this feeling is at the moment very strong."
 
"I understand you completely, but a thought of you being intimate
with another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully
escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. 
Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. 
Let's not worry about it."
 
Meena was silent for a long moment, before nodding.
 
I hoped I could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine about her and
old guy, Jalal, and move forward. 
I knew she was adedicated wife and it would be difficult to change 
her meaning and there was nothing I could do about it.
But that is perhaps life can change it, I thought...
 
"Maybe I'll indulge some of your... wishes... again… one day.
But not now, at the moment I am not ready, not yet," Meena assured, "As
your wife, I want to fulfil your sexual desires, but not with this one, with
Jalal, practically almost my father’ type and age, old of behaviour and
Thinking. Sorry, but no, ".
She continued, "my aversion to him as a sexual partner sits deep, Nadir.
I like him, but not so. In short, he is not suitable for me,"
"I'd almost wish it was just a threesome with another one or something
else..."
 
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that either," I chuckled, defusing the situation.
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm a happy man as it is."

This conversation made for me the problem clear, the problem was Jalal,
but why? she is fearful, but why? Could it be that she is afraid of being
possessed by him? Menna has never spoken about the age, type or
similar things in in such relationships, look at her uncle Mansi!
 
"How do you even get into this thing again? How did it come to you just
now again?" Meena asked.
 
"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing with him for no real reason, just I
thought he is the right one... Sometimes, I guess people have a feeling,
and they find it hard to explain," I answered. "It's like a thrill thing. 
Doing something you're not supposed to do with somebody, 
a mature man who is sincere, bluntly and well behaved one, 
who is not supposed to bedirectly that type to do such things. 
It's the ultimate taboo, sort of."
 
"Okay, but, well, have you been looking at me and him all time and
watching us as he was here? Is that how you discovered this?" Meena
asked.
 
"Yes, really I discovered his interest on you on every visit of him, " I said,
playing it cool, I noticed she thinks about this and inside my heart was
thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
 
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I don’t like him, even I
don’t claim that I'm not interested on him, because I'm not, and neither
should you be, so good behaved and gentle, that he is, but is it
something you envision doing for real with him?
This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering.".
There was a short pause. I got a phone call from my assistant and after
that we changed the Our topic of conversation.
 

After lunch until evening Meena was a bit more playful, a bit more willing.

As we went to sleep, I could notice she is more interested in making love.
She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. 
Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation
herself. 
It was a game changer in the bedroom since some time.

"See? Some variation can be fun," I panted.
 
"You're not wrong, mister," Meena panted right back, her hands pushed
into my chest as she bounced on my dick.
 
But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject
further that night.
 
To be continued…

[Lollobionda]

Sometimes you wish you could guess or read other people's thoughts. 
In this case, I would have loved to know what was going on inside Meena.
There is an inner brake that prevents her from approaching Jalal pyhisically and unfolding herself.
Why always?
Only she herself knows, because despite Nadir's intense efforts, she has not quite come out with 
the truth (mental hurdles, perhaps).
It remains to be seen what turn events will take in the next chapters.

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

The Pond Master-5
 
Next morning, we were enjoying some coffee on the veranda before riding
to work.

Meena was yet in a thoughtful mood, and her eyes were gazing
somewhere off in the distance, like she was remembering something.
 
"Nadir, that idea, the sharing stuff, I was wondering if you think I
am interested in older men, I mean some father replacement, if you
believe there is a psychological problem, and I search a father figure…"
she began.
 
I had to reply before it gets worse, I knew what was coming.
 
"No. Not really. Please don’t make everything so complicated. I mean this
is not the case, not at all.
But that feeling, watching him and watching you. That was more than
enough for me to fantasize, the story is so simple.
I guess I saw some moments, some special looks from him and you… and
dived into a rabbit hole of thoughts and ideas," I said, playing it cool.

Inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going
with this.
 
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I'm not interested,
because I like him, but my looks? I don't think my looks had any other
meaning,” and after a short pause she added, “at least for sure not
intentionally,”.
 
My heart pounded hard at that. This was the second time she brought it up
on her own.

I noticed she was now starting to think about the possibility, I thought of my
proud Meena thinking of defiling herself with this stranger, older man and this 
mademy chest burn and a pit burned in my stomach.
 
Did Meena truly consider it? Did she imagine herself with Jalal and
dreamed of physical contact with him.

I was almost afraid to answer her, if this was truly her broaching the
possibility.
 
"Oh, yes, but I think anybody could see it that way if he had observed
closely," I insisted, "your looks had a certain message, if I am not
mistaken, perhaps as you say, unconsciously,"
 
"And about his looks, I think he is just a man, and the voyeurism is a generalized,
male syndrome, if I may say so in your medical language, and like every other male, 
he looks and eventually enjoys, this means but nothing more, " 
Meena smiled and added, and, "now you think he likes or plans to begin some 
adventure with me? Nonsense, ".
 
"Uh, yeah. I suppose so and I am sure that he loves to do it. If you were
ever okay with it, if you could ever enjoy it, then yes, I would want you to
do it, too. 
But you're not into let that happen with him, are you?" with my
straight forward respond, I wanted to give Meena the opportunity to answer
me directly, but just her asking that was such a giant leap for mankind!
 
But she shook her head and got up to leave the room. 
It was high time to go to work.
 
To be continued…

[Blackdick11]

Initially, she may have dismissed the idea (Jalal as sexual partner), but now she is contemplating it.

So, there is still a possibility that Meena may say yes in the future. The conversation reveals her internal conflict,,,currently hesitation but she hasn’t outright rejected the idea.

[RJ668]

Wonderful updates.

Human emotions are a complex web of contradictions, where desire, fear, excitement, and uncertainty often exist side by side & Meena is caught in this tangle right now.

[Salir]

Dear friends,
This will be the last post for now, as I have to travel abroad for a few days for a medical appointment and I probably won't have time to continue the story.
The next episode will probably be delayed by a few days.
 
I hope to read your comments and excitements here, even more than before.
 
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe says “What is meant to affect hearts must come from the heart.”
 
stay with me and Meena and accompany us,
 
Thank you for your constancy and faithfulness,
Salir
 
The Pond Master- 6
 
That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about
Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
 
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than
of a fantasy, but a call for desire.
The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in
bed.
 
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any
occasion and this was normal.
I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
 
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or
desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something
about it.
 
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from
the flaps of my cboxers.
 
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home
until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
 
Meena greeted me at the door. ''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension
work," she said.
 
''How long has he been here?'' I asked.
 
''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the
work,'' Meena answered.
 
Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face
down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few
centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top,
with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended
revealing her tight stomach.
 
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
 
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of
legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a
teenager.
 
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting
next week, the work will be finished.
 
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical
congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
 
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national
football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had
made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
 
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.
 
He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis
Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two, '' and while his
gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I
will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.
 
Meena was fine with that.
 
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I
was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we
could enjoy the game.
 
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and
placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table.
 
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and
smiling at Jalal.
 
"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.
 
She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. while
she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at
Meena's legs and ass.
 
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs
flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.
 
I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to
the kitchen.
 
She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.
 
"Meena," I called to her.
 
"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some
items on the counter.
 
"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.
 
"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime,"
she answered.
 
"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out,
pointing at her clothes.
 
"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled,
"you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?"
she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.
 
I stared at her standing in front of me.
 
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version
of her.
 
"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.
 
I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her
long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt.
I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before.
 
I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands
around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then
looked back at her.
 
"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”
 
"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena
giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.
 
"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway,
you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.
 
"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she
teased and smiled widely.
 
"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you
show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be
jealous, “, I argued.
 
"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman,
and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and
mashed her hips against me.
 
"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to
her butt.
 
"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.
 
"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch
your game." She turned back to the counter.
 
I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.
 
"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen.
 
To be continued…

[Bakchod Londa]

I’m curious—are you a doctor by profession? Also, is the story completely imagined, or does it have some real elements? How much of it is drawn from actual life?
What I had initially assumed that your writing was entirely fictional. 
It would be a great relief if you could clarify it.

[Lollobionda]

The uncertainty as to whether it is one hundred per cent fantasy or a mixture of fantasy and reality 
is like the ‘salt on the skin’, erotic and tingling. 

I am therefore very grateful that ‘Salir’ gives us readers and fans room for our own imagination to 
wander between the two worlds of fantasy and reality.

That is what makes the stories (at least for me, because I do not want to speak for other readers!) 
so unique and interesting.

Annotation:
I had not read the 6th instalment yet when I wrote this comment. I will read it soon and comment then.

In this sense
all the best

Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

It seems that Meena now wants to jump over her shadow. ( ... )

By the way, 
what happened to the cameras that were installed in the house?
Are they still active? Or have they been dismantled?

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[RJ668]

Nadir’s "third eyes"—the cameras! Oh, I completely forgot about those.
Thanks for reminding me, sir.

Well, well, well... Nadir won’t be around next week and guess what that means? The cameras and mics he had set up (yep, the same ones he used to keep an eye on Meena and Mansi) will be his only way to see and hear what’s happening at home—or between Meena and Jalal.

Meena and Jalal... alone... the door of possibilities is wide open now, and with Nadir watching from afar, anything could happen. Will Meena explore the forbidden, or will Jalal push his luck further? 
Time will tell, but one thing’s for sure—Nadir’s third eye will catch it all.

[Salir]

I’m curious—are you a doctor by profession? Also, is the story completely imagined, or does it have some real elements? How much of it is drawn from actual life?
What I had initially assumed that your writing was entirely fictional. 
It would be a great relief if you could clarify it.

I'll answer your question as soon as possible my friend,

May be this evening?

Thanks,

Salir

[Salir]

Some answers to some questions,
For all who are interested in this Narration,

Yes, I am Nadir! But of course Salir is not my real name either;

I was born in 1974 in a Middle Eastern country, just like my wife, the character of Meena in this story, who was born five years later (1979).

The events that appear in this story, took place about 15 years ago. The time we still lived in our homeland.
Currently we are living in an European country for about 12 years.
We had to immigrate for political reasons and for the future of our son.
When I left my birth country, all I took with me were some hard disks, with hours long of film materials and my notes. 
These notes are basically my diaries that I have been writing obsessively since my youth.
 
The main characters in this story are 100% real.
I try to present and portray the character traits of these people as I have known them over the years.
Die names are not real but Mansour, his son, Jalal, our families, all are true personalities.

The events that happen here, are 80-90% real. I had to change some small things in some places of story, but the direction 
and actions are shown as they were.

Since we no longer have any contact with our homeland, we will not be bothered if our identity becomes known through 
this story, there. Here in our new home, the chance of that is very slim, and even if that is also no problem for us. Everyone 
everywhere has a story behind them!

[i]Dialogues and their goal, especially the direction of each conversation are up to 40-50% true to reality. My memory, my archived [/i]
[i]films and my notes help me with this.[/i]
 
Maybe it looks like there is too much talking, discussion or repetition. My goal is to bring the reader as close as possible 
to the characters and to clarify the reason for their behavior.
It is important for me to make the motives, energies and movements as understandable as possible and I have no other 
option than to draw conversations and dialogues.

In the end I wish you a lot of fun and joy while reading, don't forget that real life is often stranger than fiction.



Salir