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

[Salir]

Meena’s Narration:


Hi,

This is the last part of pond master 16, mainly written by me, enjoy!

I've heard that someone has complained that my posts are too short and that they should appear all at once.

I only write in between when I find time, and since we recently lost our documents (virus attack?), I'd rather 
not wait until the next post and send that written part, straight away, it's that simple!

If someone wants to get it right away, there's no need to worry, just wait a week and then read eall at 
once, it's that simple!

Kiss u all,
M.


… Continuation Pond Master (V)

As the window opened, Meena knew this had to stop before she orgasmed, she 
was very vocal when that happened, and she was now very stimulated
, so, this could mean causing noise above the soundtrack so others could hear!

"No! Not here!" She whispered hoarsely into Jalal's mouth. 
She grabbed his arm and pulled to get his hand away from cunt. "Please, I'll be 
too loud, Jalal!" She tried to keep the sound of her voice nestled between their 
very close mouths.

"But baby...I want to bring you off...mmmmmm... I love to see it… see you like 
yesterday!" Jalal frowned; he sounded a bit frustrated.

"I know, Jalal, but not here and today. I want you too, but not here..." She already 
could feel the pain of the interrupted near-orgasm and wiggled in her seat.

"Mmmmmm..." Jalal brought his hand to his nose and inhaled the smell of Meena's 
pussy juices, then sucked and licked his finger.  

He could taste the most intimate of flavours that Meena had to offer. 

Then he offered the fingers, slick with his saliva to her nose, "you can smell your 
own aroma, baby "

Meena couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but her sexual frustration 
was pushing her. 

She hesitated, smiled then took the two fingers, smelled them 
and then licked them completely clean. 

Then she kissed his hand softly.
Meanwhile her right hand was busy to stroke his very hard penis.

Jalal stared down at her hand in the way she had stared at the bulge beneath the 
material of his pants. 

He was so tempted to move her hand into his pants to directly to his erect prick, 
but he didn't dare. 

He continued to replay everything that had just happened over again in his 
mind. 

Only, with his horniness in control of his thoughts, unable to think straight, 
his mind was consumed by all that he was seeing and feeling of her, so 
close to him. 

He put his hand on her thighs again and started to lovingly stroke her tender 
skin.

Meena in the middle of the heat in the air, in her thoughts and her body under 
Jalal's actions, while feeling rising lust and desire for more in her carnal sensations 
and her extreme female desires to be possessed by a male, suddenly had a brief 
picture in front of her eyes and the question, where is this leading, here and now?

This should end immediately, back to the line as far as she can manage, This madness 
must not continue, at least not tonight, enough has already happened...

Meena thought that she should do something, she should take the situation into her 
own hands and control the occurrences...


It didn’t take long until Jalal suddenly realized that while he was stroking Meena‘s 
naked upper thigh skin, she started to slowly find his zipper and pull it down. 

Meena didn't turn her face in his direction at all. She was looking forward in the 
screen direction.

It didn't take much time for her to slowly pull out his long, hard rod from his 
Underwear.

Jalal couldn't believe his cock was exposed to her. 

Meena now for the first time looked down and just watched it, his long, thick, 
hart cock. 

Jalal couldn't believe she was staring at his naked prick. 

Shortly after, he saw that she moved briefly, unintentionally, first her tongue 
over her lips and then lightly bit her lower lip.

While he was staring at her beautiful face, he couldn't believe that her hand 
was wrapped his naked erection in the way that he couldn't wait to caress 
her naked cunt.

While Meena continued staring at his erect prick, he continued staring 
alternatively at her hand and then at her flushed face, and her lips.

Then with her small, soft hands, Meena grasped his cock and began to caress it 
tenderly.

After a short time, the caresses changed to a slowly developing up and down 
stroking.

Meena was in another world too, "Oh, my," she said. "You have such a big, 
hard cock, Jalal. Your prick is much bigger and harder...". She whispered 
so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

Jalal couldn’t reply but to say, "Ohhh…baby, for you… Just for you…"

While she fingered the head of his cock, he moved his hand a little higher on 
her right thigh. 

While she had her wicked, sexual way with his engorged prick, he had his
wicked sexual way with her tender skin under her skirt up to her panties. 

After some minutes, while she stroked his cock, he automatically groped her 
pussy over her panties, again. 

Touching it, caressing it, he acted as if he had never felt a woman's sexual 
organ before.

"Does this feel good, Jalal?" Meena whispered while sexually teasing him 
and continuing to work with her hand by stroking him faster. "May I stroke 
you faster? May I stroke you harder?", she added.

All he could was a nod of his head before his ability to speak again returned.
"Yes, God, yes," he said. "That feels incredible, Meena. Yes, of course, you may 
stroke me faster and you may stroke me harder."

She stared at his naked penis while he stared at her hand.

He looked up at her flushed face and then at her trembling body. 

Meena held his excited penis in her hand, and it gave her a feeling of dominance 
over him. 
She was now in charge. With a grin, she curled the slender fingers of her hand 
around the hot flesh of his very hard penis. 

While Meena was masturbating him, she could hear his breathing getting short and his 
large penis getting harder and hotter. 

She thought she had the old Jalal at the very edge of his climax. 

While stroking him she drew her mouth to his ear and this time she did not ask, she 
told him. "Cum for me Jalal, cum in my hand, cum for Meena, ". 

He was at his most vulnerable moment as he surrendered to her saying, "Yes, 
oh…yes...".

Meena felt his prick surge in her hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tighten reflexively 
against the seat. 

He arched back and let out a deep-throated groan as she increased the pressure. His 
buttocks involuntarily were contracting. 

Meena deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him 
wince.

She was delighted when she saw the old man's shoulders begin to heave; soon she 
had him openly panting. 

A tiny whimper escaped his tight lips. 

Still holding onto his prick, she leaned up against him and licked his cheek and 
then his lips.

Jalal was squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips. 

His moan deepened into a helpless groan at the exquisite feelings of the young 
woman's merciless manipulation of his manhood. 

The old Jalal Noori was now a prisoner to the firm grip of those soft fingers of this 
Beautiful married woman, closing on the shaft of his long, hard penis, unable to 
escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as Meena casually 
stimulated him to a high point of extasy.

"Keep going," she hissed, her lips close to his ear. 

Her hand tightened on him, moved steadily now, pumping up and down with grim 
determination in slow even strokes. 

Jalal was Meena’s captive now, he whimpered, wiggled, unable to keep still. 

He shifted from side to side, danced in place; his body teetering on the edge of a 
massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive prick. 

Suddenly, his rigid body arched back, his stiff, large, vigorous cock thrusting into the 
Meena's clenched small hand as though it were seeking even more of that delicious 
tormenting pleasure. 

Meena felt his prick pulsating in her hand, knowing he was about to cum. 
She chose that moment to squeeze. 

His eyes were clamped shut; his jaw clenched as the unstoppable rise of cum. 

Jalal ‘s strong, and big body shook with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of that 
determined hand, he came. 

His captive prick exploded in that tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum 
into the air to splatter down the clenching hand, on his pants and on her black 
skirt and her blouse, all was now tainted with his seed.

Jalal moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the 
arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. 

She studied his flushed face. 

His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out. 

Meena inspected the sticky sperm that coated her hand and beyond it, and was 
dripping between her fingers like a sticky spider web.


Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she  
smiled up at him. 

Then her left hand reached on the next seat into her bag with her left hand and took 
out a pack of tissues and gave it to Jalal. 

He took out some tissues and quickly tried to clean her hand and her clothes, 
then his own pants.

Now truly wishing they would leave, but not wanting to insult Jalal, Meena 
thought quickly about the end of the movie that in some minutes arrived.

She could wait at least those minutes.

It didn't even take a minute for Jalal to regain his normal breathing rhythm.
"Thanks babe, that was incredible!" Jalal whispered earnestly. "Do you want me to do 
… I mean to do something for you, now?" 

he asked hopefully, sitting forward and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

Meena quickly replied, "not...not...please no…another time...I promise..."

"Okay... I just want to feel you, please...please...", he pleaded and grabbed Meena's 
thigh again and immediately went back up over her panties and pussy. 

He could sense the moisture on her panties again.
 
She was now so confused and excited and the electric anticipation 
overcame her initial awkwardness.

 She gave herself to Jalal.

She could feel tingles in her pussy again.
 
Jalal stroked her pussy with more attention to her clit which was now very 
sensitive and swollen. 

This stimulation caused Meena's genital muscles to contract abruptly.

Jalal could feel the heat and sudden movements of her flesh. 

Meena tensed, not expecting such an intimate play for close to her cunt. 
Especially not here in public, where anyone could just turn around and spot the 
two locked in tight embrace.

She didn't want to run away for fear of raising suspicions, but she would 
not be able to keep this up for much longer. 

The heat in her pussy was distracting. 

She was sure she was too moist. This is so forbidden, she thought, but it only 
served to heighten her arousal. Intoxicated by those feelings, she was not 
thinking straight. 

Once again she became lost in the sensation of his hand on her skin close her 
Covered damp pussy and she thought just through those touches on her skin, 
if he keep this up, she was truly in danger of climaxing.

In a momentary lapse of judgment, at least, as Meena told herself that later, 
in her car, she remained seated on her chair and then while biting her lower 
lip and, inexplicably, she allowed myself to cum. 

Not with any vigor, but quietly, letting the buzz creep from her clit, 
along her thighs and up her torso. 
It was shattering. 

She struggled to keep her breathing even and clenched her hands into 
fists while she orgasmed.

Meena couldn't immediately detect if Jalal knew what had just occurred. 
Not knowing what to do next, she looked around and finally in Jalal's 
direction. Only then did she notice that Jalal had stopped petting her and 
was now waiting to see what her reaction was.

Possibly a just a bit longer and stronger, and then she could make her guilt 
ridden escape, but that was not to be. 

Since she didn't want him to notice, Meena didn't look at him but straight 
ahead and tried to breathe normally.

*

The film ended in some minutes and Meena quickly got up and said, "Jalal, 
we have to leave, it is too late, ".

They didn't talk much on the way to the parking garage. standing by her car,
 Jalal said, "Are you sure you want to go home? We can go to my place and..."

"Please Jalal, don't get me wrong but I don’t want Jalal, not more for today…" Meena 
was, suddenly fearful that he was expecting her to have a full sexual encounter with 
him, and added, ", apart from this Nadir will call and I have to be home."

"That's okay Meena, I was just hoping we could spend a nice time at my place, right 
now.", he replied, " I know, I like Doki and I don’t want you to feel guilty, but I can’t 
resist my weakness for you, Meena. I hope we have time for us later… "

She couldn’t imagine what Jalal was thinking and couldn't believe him either. 
Was he expecting her to have real sex with him? a repeat performance? 
Tonight?
Didn't he know what happened just previously? Didn’t he notice that they 
made a mistake in a public place? That Meena made a big mistake as a 
married woman? She thought. 

Meena replied, "Yes, but it has to be done. I am sorry. But we will definitely 
have time for each other. Thank you for the lovely evening, delicious wine 
and dinner and the movie, it was very nice."

"My pleasure, Meena, I enjoyed it as you may have noticed and I hope, let's 
say I believe, as I noticed, you did it too.", jalal smiled and leaned to kiss 
her lips. 

Meena didn't pull away this time and let him do it quickly.

***

So many conflicting feelings overtook Meena, chief amongst them, she had 
a sexual climax with him, with Jalal Noori!
That big man, that stranger whom she knew just for some days.

She orgasmed for Jalal, actually a strange old man, in her husband’s, Nadir’s 
absence. 

How would she ever face Nadir, again? 
Would she feel guilty and be unable to speak to him?
Meena didn't want to damage their relationship, marriage and love, not even for a 
second. 

He could not understand this, and he would be angry at her, and perhaps even
 move out.

under no circumstances should she inform him about this.
Meena drove home in terrible misery.


To be continued…

[Lollobionda]

I have not read the last part you posted yet because I have not had the time to do so.

I am writing this because I am really annoyed by the behaviour of ‘a few’ readers and 
can not muster any understanding for it.

In German, there is an apt expression for such behaviour:

*The envy of the dispossessed*
(Neid der Besitzlosen)

They are good for nothing, but want to tell others what to do!

Do not be discouraged, dear friend, by such people with complexes, just ignore them ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

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Here is Meena!

I don't necessarily want to answer the comments in this way, because I think the emotions show themselves anyway and mine are visible and noticeable in my writing.
Nevertheless, I want to answer the really nice things that you write about my handwriting and say a big thank you.
I would like to thank everyone who reads my story here (whether I write it or not).
I kiss you all...
M.

My Avatar is a slightly adjusted, not old pic of Meena... 

But if you want have an actress who reminds of her, then...

Huma Qureshi to come up with new web series ‘Mithya’ – The Indian EYE

Huma Q. is closest in this picture...

Wow she is hottest ever .. that old guys is so lucky in this earth

[Navellover143143]

Excellent update so coming chapters jalal had his cherry

[Salir]

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Wow she is hottest ever ...

THANK YOU!

[Bakchod Londa]

Meena’s Narration:


Hi,

This is the last part of pond master 16, mainly written by me, enjoy!

I've heard that someone has complained that my posts are too short and that they should appear all at once.

I only write in between when I find time, and since we recently lost our documents (virus attack?), I'd rather 
not wait until the next post and send that written part, straight away, it's that simple!

If someone wants to get it right away, there's no need to worry, just wait a week and then read eall at 
once, it's that simple!

Kiss u all,
M.

Yeah, no doubt quality writing takes time, and it’s totally clear in your post. 
You’ve really put in the effort, and it shows.
I must admit, though, I’m starting to think you’re outshining Salir a little. 
Maybe he should step back and let you take over more often? Just kidding! 
Your narration adds so much to the story, 
and I can’t wait to see more from you in the future.

[Salir]

Yeah, no doubt quality writing takes time, and it’s totally clear in your post. 
You’ve really put in the effort, and it shows.
I must admit, though, I’m starting to think you’re outshining Salir a little. 
Maybe he should step back and let you take over more often? Just kidding! 
Your narration adds so much to the story, 
and I can’t wait to see more from you in the future.

Thank you for your encouraging post,


What you wrote will certainly not hurt Naidr or make him jealous!
He is not jealous (at least not in this context!).
 
He knows and admits that I am much better when it comes to writing
and storytelling (Hahaha!).
 
I will definitely write the next post and then we will see...
The story is heading in a direction that he will probably have to take on some updates...

It depends on the events whether I have more to say or whether he was even there...

The main thing is that we stay honest with each other, me and him,  and tell everything 
as it was to ourselves and to you as our readers...
 
If you love and trust in love, it is possible to have understanding and, above all, 
acceptance of the other person's behavior and motivations... Then there is no reason 
not to tell the truth...
 
Enjoy our story…

I kiss u all…

M.

[Lollobionda]

I like the natural sounding dialogue, delivered by Meena in a fantastic combination of 
romance and passion.
Totally captivating in the sensual way and even better, with the hot sizzling eroticism.

Despite the inner voice that warns her, she eventually lets her lust for complete fulfilment 
and hot mutual snacking triumph over her mind and heart.

I love her twist ...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Pond Master - 17


Meena’s Narration:

Meena took Friday off.

After a light breakfast, she spent her time reading and tidying up.
 
Around 9:30 am, her cell phone rang.

It was Jalal calling, "Hi, Meena, did you sleep well? "
 
"Maybe not well but enough, and you?"  Meena replied.
 
"It was a dreamy night, I dreamed of you, thanks. What do you say if I pick you up for

lunch and we go out for pizza. I know a great pizzeria. Please, I want to see you one

last time before Doki comes back. "
 
After a short moment of reflection Meena answered, " But only under one

condition…"
 
Jalal interrupted her, " Yes, I know I'll be very good, I promise I won't say or do

anything you don't want to hear or have... Just eat and talk..."
 
"Okay, when are you picking me up? " Meena replied.
 
"Is 11:30 okay? ", Jalal clearly relieved answered.
 
"Yes, I'll wait for you outside,". She replied.
*
Meena was deep in thought as she got dressed and prepared to meet Jalal.

What had happened in those 5 days was not all foreseen and planned.

At least not from her side.
 
She just wanted to make him hungrier, to contribute more to him being more interested

in doing something erotic with her and Nadir.

She wanted to get him to the point where he would allow himself to become sexually closer

to her in Nadir's presence.

She was a little annoyed with herself for letting it go that far.

She had a red line for getting close to anyone other than her husband and now she had

clearly crossed it.

It may not have been that bad and she may not have had sex with Jalal, but she let them

get so close to having sex.

Meena wasn't angry with Jalal for that.

He liked her a lot and desired her and he would have tried to take advantage of every

opportunity to start something sexual with her.
 
If anything, she was angry with herself for giving her erotic feelings, her hormones

and desires too much room to play, more than was allowed.
 
Alcohol probably played a big role in all the embarrassing things that happened during

those Days, too.

She was too sensitive to alcohol and Jalal knew that and probably expected that after one

or two glasses of red wine, which she liked to drink, she would become more relaxed and

approachable.
 
The only thing that was certain now, was that Nadir should never find out what had

happened, especially in the last three days.
 
And then she decided, he would never find out!
*
Meena was waiting at the house door when Jalal greeted her, " Hi, you look so sexy,

young lady, " as he watched her comes out.
 
Jalal said to her in a very deliberate tone of voice.
 
Meena laughed and answered, "No, I didn't want to look sexy. I just wanted to look

nice."
 
"Well, you look very nice, but you also look very sexy. Actually, you look like you're

dressed to seduce me," Jalal said to her and smiled.
 
"Jalal, quit imagining things. And I want to look nice. Please get your head out of the 

gutter. This is not a date. We're just having lunch. It's nothing more than that. Now

stop saying such things," Meena said smiling.
 
"Okay, I say just you look stunning!" he insisted. 
 
"Well, thank you Mr. Noori. You look very nice yourself, " Meena giggled as she gave

him a friendly embrace.
 
And like the gentleman he was, Jalal opened the car door for her, and she slid into

the passenger's seat showing Jalal a lot of leg and more in the process.

She was wearing a Ribbed striped cotton over knee skirt and a red bouse.

 
As Jalal opened the car door and slipped into the driver’s seat, he turned to Meena

and while smiling he said, "I know Meena, I didn’t forget my promise, we're just going

to have lunch and discuss what I wanted to say, that's all. There's not going to be any

situation and there's not going to be anything to regret.", and added, "I do and say just so far

you permit, me. ", and he laughed.
 
"We'll see." Meena replied in a cynical tone of voice.
***
Jalal had reserved a table for them in a famous Italian pizzeria, which was not far

from his house.
 
After lunch in the crowded restaurant, while drinking an espresso,

Jala spoke, "Meena, I just want to suggest something, you can say yes or no.

It's very loud here and there are too many people.

I want to discuss something with you that is very important to me,

Do you want to come with me so that we can have a glass of wine in my garden

and talk? No obligation, if you don't want to then that's fine too".
 
Meena was curious to hear what he had to say, and it was really uncomfortable

there.
 
She could suggest that they go somewhere else than his place, for

example a quieter coffee house, but she trusted him that he had nothing else on

his mind and was not planning anything else.
 
She accepted and after paying the bill, they left for his house.
 
Nobody was there. His servants were shopping, he said.
 
Jalal offered her a glass of wine, but she refused and said that she would rather

drink a lemonade.
 
After a short staying in garden and drinking lemonade, while they talked about

Nadir’s arriving and his and Meena’s plans or next days, they noticed that it is

very windy outside.
 
Jalal suggested to go into the library and drink a second espresso.
 
When he got the coffee from the kitchen and sat down next to her on

the couch, Meena seemed to welcome his presence.
 
It seemed to Jalal that she was not disappointed or irritated at all, because

of the recent events.
 
That was what Jalal was afraid of and now it has calmed him down a lot to note so.
 
Perhaps she viewed the previous incidents between them as a natural thing that

should come at some point, Jalal thought and was happy, how it went.

He definitely didn't want to upset her and then lose her.
 
Meena thanked him for coffee, then leaned towards him and quickly

kissed his cheek. 
 
In return Jalal kissed her playfully on her cheek and then her

forehead, and rubbed her back and arms.
 
Meena giggled at the tickling sensation of his tongue and lips,

gently nibbling at her.
 
The closeness of her hot body and her feminine scent were arousing

him again, Jalal felt that his long boner is arising and was afraid that

it became obvious in his trousers and would be visible to Meena.
 
He tried to change his sitting position.
 
At first Meena didn't note it, but then she noticed his restless situation.

She was thoughtful for a moment then spoke softly,

"Jalal, what do you want from me?", as she looked in his eyes.
 
"Meena, you are really a beautiful woman, you are so gorgeous, and

sexy... I... I can't take my eyes off you... My body's reaction to you is

telling you exactly what I Feel for you," then added,

"I don’t know how to say Meena…I…I… what do you think about me,

about us…"
 
"About us? What do you mean about us? Let me explain, I think you're handsome...

you're nice... you make a woman laugh...

you treat everybody well... I like your charm and casual manner too, I

mean for me you are a real male, a masculine man, I mean not

physically, only, you have to search and look for such men

nowadays... what else does a woman need? But… but…", and then

whether she wanted to say anything else, added,", and apart from this,

about our physical contact to each other, I am not happy, and I think,

even as far as we have gone so far, is also wrong, but it's not your fault,

if anyone is to blame then it's me for allowing it to occur, but I have to

be honest, my body isn't saying it's sorry... ",

" I am not one of those people who come around and start

complaining that they have been taken advantage of, because I

believe that I can prevent everything in a normal state if I take it

seriously and mean it..."
 
" What do you expect me to say?" Jala said sadly and stood up,

looked at her for a couple of moments, then he closed the gap

between them and hugged her gently, and whispered in her ear,

" Meena, for me nothing was a mistake, I enjoyed the moments of your

being close to me, I enjoyed your body heat, and I enjoyed your smell,

now, I accept your decision, ", and then added ", but I am sure that I have

a small space for me in your heart, and I thank you for that, even if

this is not satisfying for me, even if I am still very sad,", then he

looked at her if he searches something deep in her eyes.
 
" I know Jalal…" She answered again, her voice nearly cracking with

nerves.
 
Jalal continued, with a weak, sad voice,", but my heart and my brain

won't cooperate. For quite some time now, I've stopped thinking of

you as Doki’s wife. These days, since I saw you for first time, I see

you as a woman who I am very attracted to. But... I don't want to hurt

you, or Doki, so... if you tell me to leave... I will."

Meena's eyes looked teary "Jalal...", she said in a low wistful tone
,
while meeting his gaze.
 
Her look finally wandered to his strong lips. Her mind was already

set, but other parts of her body, even her heart was denying her

decision.
 
Meena repeated "Oh… Jalal…", her tone was different now, however,

as she lost herself within the erotic fantasy of the moment.

If he felt this, Jalal moved his head towards her at the same time then

slowly lifted Meena's head and kissed her lips.
 
Meena closed her eyes. Her mouth did not react. He kissed her again,

this time trying gently to open her lips. For a few seconds Meena

resisted.
 
But then she slowly opened for him, and Jalal slipped his tongue

inside her mouth. Gradually, she warmed to him and started sucking

on his tongue.
 
Slowly and gently, Meena felt his hand slide up her side to cup her

right breast over her blouse. Jalal touched her covered breast.

She did not object.
 
Meena suppressed a small moan of pleasure as he skilfully cupped

the flesh beneath her clothing, and felt her nipples

harden again in response, becoming just barely visible through the

thin material of the blouse she wore.
 
He massaged lightly, and her breathing quickened.

His long cock was hardening again, and Meena felt it.

She ground her lower body against him.
 
She smiled slightly to herself as she felt his penis continue to grow still

more and becoming rigid.

Meena was very proud of her breasts and had seen many times the

men admire them with their hungry eyes.
 
Jalal groaned in her mouth as his hands wandered back and forth

between her tits, pinching her nipples slightly.
 
They continued kissing for a while, Jalal's hands exploring her

breasts and butt freely.
 
Eventually he tried his luck and slowly brought a hand towards

her crotch, but she quickly pushed it away and pulled back from the

kiss.
 
Jalal cursed himself internally before noticing the cheeky look in

Meena's eyes as she bit her lip pensively. "Not now, maybe someday

soon though."
 
"That's ok, whenever you're ready," Jalal said understandingly, being

very aware of Meena's inhibitions because of her husband, Nadir,

and did not want her to feel guilty.
 
Moreover, he remembered Nadir's advice that he should not force her

to do anything. 
 
Jalal wanted to win her over right away but knew that it would be the

last time she even met him.
 
He honestly thought himself lucky to be able to do as much as he did

with a married young wife, as gorgeous as Meena. Jalal was pleased

that Meena had come this far with him and allowed him to do so.
 
He thought that he absolutely had to be patient, he was sure that his

time would come and it would not be late, that he would be able to

reap the fruits of his patience.
 
Then after a short pause he thought for a moment and looked into

her face, then if he had decided, he said, " I have to confess

something, it is   still a secret for many who know me, but soon I am

leaving our homeland country.
 
I am about to sell everything. Here, in this country, it is getting more

difficult to work every day. I have big problems here and you

probably know it is not easy.
 
I will be emigrating to the USA in the near future, perhaps in 2-3

months.
 
Everything is organized and I am just waiting to sell my property,

everything I have here. The country house and ranch have been sold;

Tahir is the new owner. This house is being kept for my son if he

wants to come back here.
 
My only other wish and hope: I want a woman, or more precisely, just

you, as my woman and companion, and what I said before about you

getting released from Doki was somehow and somewhat serious.

Of course and it's clear if you want me too and if you can imagine

living and a life in the USA,...
 
I am convinced from what I have learned about you that you are more

interested in your academic career than in your financial interests.

I will satisfy you as much as I can in both respects; I will sacrifice

everything in my power to ensure that you achieve your goals in

life…
 
Another thing, I know that you are a very feminine, young, hot-blooded and

strong erotically oriented woman, you have your body demands, hormones

and natural desires and I understand that completely.
 
I am an older man, and I am not that selfish, I am not a dreamer who wants

to own you and have you only for myself. I can't lie to myself, and that's why

I don't expect 100% loyalty and fidelity from you.
 
If you even want to be my wife, I will not even dream of having you for

myself forever.
 
You would have hundred percent freedom to choose one or more

Lovers, where and how you want.", he took a pause and thought.

It looked like he is thinking if he had spoken everything what he wanted

 to say, then added, ", and take your time, you don't have to answer now,

 I'm still here and you can consider everything and decide until the last

moment, but remember that I... that I love you very much and think about

what you can get from me, my love and my life and my property."
 
Meena was very impressed. ‘He actually chose her!

Just her, and no one else but her! God, he was so handsome!’ She thought.

She found herself seated in his royal carriage, right in front of him.
 
Looking up she found him smiling to her: " Please Meena... You are without doubt

the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on,", ",I am much older Meena,

I am not sexy for some even unattractive and dull and not boyfriend material

for many, but feeling you, kissing you, so sweet and soft, so natural and smooth

and unexpected that you are, reminded me that no matter what I had been

through, there was still that spark buried somewhere inside me.

It was like I had woken up, Meena and for that I thank, ".
 
Now she was emotionally very excited, she looked at him so if he was the

handsomest man she's ever seen.

She tried to smile through her teary haze whilst her heart shrank with anticipation.

She felt her nipples harden is tight buds.
 
She felt a tightening in her inner stomach, and she tried to look a bit braver than

she felt inside when he touched her small hand and lifted it to his lips

saying " You will join me some day. "
 
Finally, it was time, she couldn’t hold back and asked, "May I kiss you, Jalal?

Just one time more? ".

She had been asked that many times by some men, she also had not been asked,

and kissed, by a few men.

Now Meena felt so powerful being the one to ask for consent before she moved in.

She knew he would say yes, but that moment before felt really tender and respectful.

And just then, he leaned forward and kissed her lips again. Warm, masculine lips were
 
Meena’s heart started pounding heavily.
 
Jalal felt her quiver beneath his touch, but he wanted to comfort her, he had have to ease

her at this moment...

His tongue delved her mouth slowly and Meena parted her lips willingly and welcomed

him.

She kissed him back instantly and she nibbled his lower lip, she thought for a moment

he was captivating.
 
This was enough encouragement for Jalal, he sucked her tongue sensually.

Their kiss was just initially soft or romantic.

Just shortly after, it was demanding, passionate and possessive.
 
He kisses her as if he wants to devour her and she felt moisture run from her pussy.
 
It was so difficult for her to control her voice and stay silent after he lifted her and

settled her in his lap without moving his lips from hers.
 
She gasped again and he drew his head to catch his breath.
 
They were both heaving with lust for each other.
 
Their eyes locked together then trailed kissed down her throat...
 
slow, tantalizing kisses that made her pussy ache, this was an alien feeling to her,

this man was affecting her, changing her, and she only knew him for a few

days.
 
But again her conscience and reason were there, ‘Do you know who this man is?

This is your enemy?

You belong to Nadir, you love Nadir; this man is changing you.’

‘Wake up, you'd never let any man touch you like this.’

‘Draw back Meena, draw back!’ Meena thought.
 
She couldn't comply with her conscience, this was too good, and she wanted

him to continue...
 
But she gasped and pulled back abruptly with her eyes widened in comprehension.
 
"Sorry my sweet, I got carried away, again, I had promised, but. you must be

very annoyed," Jalal said.
 
She nodded and he, surprisingly, pulled her head to his chest and whispered in

her ear: "lovely, you're lovely, very lovely, so very lovely... ".
 
She felt a tightening in her inner stomach, and she tried to look a bit braver

than she felt inside when he touched her small hand and lifted it to his

lips saying, " You will join me some day, ", then he kissed her soft hand feverishly.
 
Meena leaned back and tried to find her normal breathing again and started,

" well, Jalal, you wanted an answer from me, listen, then,".
 
She looked in his eyes and saw his waiting look and continued, ", I am

so sorry, I beg you to understand this. I don’t need time to decide. 

I am not free Jalal, I have a man, a husband who loves me and I love

him over everything. I don't want to do something that I regret later

or be ashamed of later,", then she added, " It is a pity that we are

going to lose you, but this, here is my home and my life and my love lives here,

no way that I leave this life and him... Surely in normal circumstances

this would be an incredible offer for any woman including me, in my

position but as I said... I hope you understand me…

I thank you for your trust and I am proud that you chose me. ", then after a short

moment she went on, " Please do not make this more complicated, than how it is.

I like you and one day perhaps you can have me, but not as my husband or

even my life partner… But just as a man or a friend whom I like very much

and I am ready to get closer to him, mentally or physically…".
 
They were both silent for one minute. Everyone in his or her thoughts.
 
Then Meena stood up. ", now it is high time, I have to go home, my husband

is coming soon and I have to sort out a few things at home, ".
 
Jala thought for a moment then said, "I understand Meena and still I don't

want to lose you.

By the way, I have a small gift for you".

Then he took a small package from his bedroom.
 
It was a small box beautifully wrapped in gift paper and gave it to Meena

and said... " You can use it whenever you want, whether I am there or not...

But if I am not there when you put it on, at least I hope you think about me… "
 
***
 
On the way and even when they were at the door of her home, they didn't

talk much.

When they were there Meena turned to him before getting out, leaned

towards him and kissed him on his cheek briefly and spoke

" Don’t forget Jalal, we stay friends and as I said perhaps soon more… and

I like you and I know how you feel about me... This is very important for me,

please call me. "
 
Jalal answered, " Yes, of course I will call you, you won't get rid of me that easily and quickly, ", 

he laughed and added, " And you don't forget your promises about

country travel and the ranch. I'm really looking forward to having you there with

me for a longer period of time."
 
"No, certainly not, I will talk to him, and I would very much like to, you know..."

Meena answered and got out.

*
 
At home, in her bedroom, before getting dressed, Meena opened the gift

box, it was a pink coloured, very sexy but elegant lingerie set....

She smiled, packed it up again and hid it behind her things in her

closet.

 
To be continued…

[Kamuk Insaan]

Brilliant narration...
Amazing writing—loved it!

So, it seems the couple has finally found the one they were looking for—and it’s none other than Jalal.
I think he’s the perfect candidate, with the ability to fill the void left by mansi.
Despite his age, this old man is bursting with energy, and we catch glimpses of it every time he meets Meena.

[Salir]

I like the natural sounding dialogue, delivered by Meena in a fantastic combination of 
romance and passion.
Totally captivating in the sensual way and even better, with the hot sizzling eroticism.

Despite the inner voice that warns her, she eventually lets her lust for complete fulfilment 
and hot mutual snacking triumph over her mind and heart.

I love her twist ...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Dear friend,


We, me and my dear wife, have decided to stop the continuation of our story here.

There is a personal reason for this and for me when I compare it with other stories in this site, I
come to the conclusion that the direction and process of this story does not belong here at all.
 
The ,majority of audience here obviously, is looking for something different and this narrative is
not interesting enough to deal with. The very low reactions (positive and negative) to our story
shows this clearly.

It sometimes seems to us that we are sitting in a showroom, waiting, and people come and go and even if they see us and look at us, they just walk past without a small facial expression!

I hope I will soon find a suitable site for us, if not that is no problem either...

Just one request to you: if possible please delete my story here altogether,
I believe that if it is at all possible, then, since you started telling my story here, it is only in your
power to do so.
If not that is not a big deal either!

Thank you for your understanding and help.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank the fewer than ten!! friends and interested
people who always made an effort and tried to cheer us up.
 
I wish you all a nice time,
Salir

[Lollobionda]

Niedergeschlagen und traurig

[Lollobionda]

Dear friend,


We, me and my dear wife, have decided to stop the continuation of our story here.

There is a personal reason for this and for me when I compare it with other stories in this site, I
come to the conclusion that the direction and process of this story does not belong here at all.
 
The ,majority of audience here obviously, is looking for something different and this narrative is
not interesting enough to deal with. The very low reactions (positive and negative) to our story
shows this clearly.

It sometimes seems to us that we are sitting in a showroom, waiting, and people come and go and even if they see us and look at us, they just walk past without a small facial expression!

I hope I will soon find a suitable site for us, if not that is no problem either...

Just one request to you: if possible please delete my story here altogether,
I believe that if it is at all possible, then, since you started telling my story here, it is only in your
power to do so.
If not that is not a big deal either!

Thank you for your understanding and help.

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank the fewer than ten!! friends and interested
people who always made an effort and tried to cheer us up.
 
I wish you all a nice time,
Salir

Dear friend,

I find it regrettable that you have both decided not to continue the story and to stop writing.
What a pity!
After all, it is your story and your decision.
I and a few FAN's of this story have to respect that. 
Even if it is really hard for me and saddens me deeply !!!

Most visitors and followers of this portal (xossipy) are unable or unwilling to engage with the content and critically
(whether positively or negatively) with the work (stories and postings).
They take everything for granted and do not appreciate the work and time that most authors invest in the stories. 
They require the author to post at least one chapter a day (without thinking about how much time and effort that takes),
but are too comfortable and too unmotivated (for less than 5 minutes) to take the time to give the author a sentence of
appreciation, encouragement or even thanks for their work.
THAT IS A POOR TESTIMONY !

One last request.

Please keep writing and continue this (really) very explicit story.
Believe me, you have many (silent!) FAN's, whom you will make very happy.

((On other portals, the authors ‘almost’ always make the readers and their fans aware after every post that they should
comment on what they have posted and give their opinion.
Maybe you should try that too!))


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[RCF]

We love the story and Its brilliant. Its disheartening to see the story is going to be discontinued for the sake of few people who could not express interest but sad for few who read it regularly and love the story. Please continue if possible and its only a request. thanks

[Lollobionda]

We love the story and Its brilliant. Its disheartening to see the story is going to be discontinued for the sake of few people who could not express interest but sad for few who read it regularly and love the story. Please continue if possible and its only a request. thanks

My friend RCF is one of the few people here that I fully respect. Except for a few opinions, we agree on most things.
Besides this story, there are two others where RCF and I meet as fans of the authors and their stories.
The mere fact that such a valued friend as RCF is here as a fan is an enrichment and makes this story a special
experience for all, even those who can not jump over their shadows to write a line, just to say thank you.

I also think (like RCF) that this story should be rewarded with the highest rating and continued ...

In this sense
All the best

Ich umarme euch ganz innig ...

Lollobionda

[RCF]

My friend RCF is one of the few people here that I fully respect. Except for a few opinions, we agree on most things.
Besides this story, there are two others where RCF and I meet as fans of the authors and their stories.
The mere fact that such a valued friend as RCF is here as a fan is an enrichment and makes this story a special
experience for all, even those who can not jump over their shadows to write a line, just to say thank you.

I also think (like RCF) that this story should be rewarded with the highest rating and continued ...

In this sense
All the best

Ich umarme euch ganz innig ...

Lollobionda

Thanks my friend and I share same opinion about you and story as well. I apologize for my lack of response on this story so far as I started late and still catching up and have not read recent updates but still in second part. One thing I would like to say the experiences of the Author and Meena mam are so well written that its literally taking me into their world and I started loving characters. As you can see I have recently while making comments on other story took a reference from here.

There are very few writers in this site that can write so well and story telling is excellent that you would like to finish the story in one go. In general any novel or experiences that we read when they evoke high emotions usually are the best and those are the one's I love and cherish. This story deserves way more than what we see here and I sincerely request the couple to please continue to write for us. I assure you guys, your story will be popular soon. 

Thanks
RCF

[Bakchod Londa]

Please, sir, don’t do this. I truly urge you to rethink your decision. 
your story has a unique charm, and it would be a loss for all of us if you stopped writing it. 
stories like yours are rare, and it’s clear how much effort and passion you’ve put into it. 
don’t let the silence of a few discourage you; we’re still here, cheering you on!

[Salir]

I'm glad that a few interested, intelligent readers have understood me.

We still have 3 or 4 installments until this chapter of our story (Pond Master) comes to an end...

We will stay here until then .... Although we personally would very much like to stay here, not least because of some good readers.

We have a lot more to tell but after uploading the rest of the parts of Pond... we will decide how it goes on.



We thank you for your understanding.

M+S

[Salir]

Pond Master - 18

Nadir’s Narration:
 
After my coming back from my medical meeting abroad, right at the airport a word
 
concerned me… a simple word: ‘relieved‘ !
 
On Friday afternoon Meena took me from airport at 6pm.
 
"Oh Nadir, I love you... I'm so relieved that you're back,", she said as she kissed me
 
for the third time after my arrival.  ‘She is so nice to me today, has she discovered
 
new feelings of love for me? ‘ I thought, and then ‘relieved? why ‘relieved‘...
 
I would have expected the word ‘happy ‘, like I'm so happy that you’re back
 
but ‘relieved‘?!
 
What was going on here?
 
My logical reaction to this explanation was to ask her immediately.
 
I asked if there had been any problems?
 
she answered immediately but with a certain reserve and even confusion, " No, no…
 
Everything okay ".

***

Afterward at home while dinner we spoke about the meeting and the news from
 
her job.
 
I asked her about Jalal too, she answered uninterestedly and briefly that she
 
had seen him two times, as she told me on phone, the first day at our home and then
 
when he visited her at work, because of payment, both times shortly.
 
I had the feeling that she, during conversations, tried not to look into my eyes so
 
often and directly, as always.

 
***
 
Later, we were both a little tired from the day's exertion and went to bedroom earlier
 
than usual.
 
When I returned from the bathroom and wanted to lie down, Meena was in bed,
 
lying back on a scrunched-up pillow, looking through some travel magazines.
 
I enjoyed the view.
 
Even though we had been married since years, I still enjoyed looking at her.
 
A beautiful tall brunet, shoulder length brown hair, cut fashionably movie stars style
 
with bangs, she looked some years younger than her true age of 33.
 
The robe she wore was as sexy as a potato sack, but I could still see the curve of her
 
hot breasts underneath it.
 
I could also envision her long legs.
 
I thought about trying to get a real look between them but stopped myself.
 
She is tired and not in mood today, she told me previously when I tried to start
 
something with her before.
 
I looked down at myself. Where she was still of body shape just like her early
 
twenties, I'd already developed the class middle aged paunch of a guy whose only
 
exercise was getting out running with her every few months. And only when she
 
absolutely demanded it.

 
***

 
I slid into bed next to her.
 
I leaned over to kiss her. I tried for the lips but she moved her head slightly so I
 
planted a kiss on the side of her face.
 
She smiled absent mindedly at me.
 
She glanced over at me as if surprised that I'd noticed what she was reading.
 
She held the magazine out to me. It was "Country Travel" with the pages turned to
 
"The best beaches you've never heard of."
 
One of them which she showed me, was in our region.
 
Not more than a few hours to ride.
 
"Wow, that is beautiful. What about it, would you like to go there the next weekend,
 
we have a long weekend because of holiday? "
 
Meena looked at me as if surprised.
 
"That's – sweet, Nadir...but...I had meant to talk to you. I promised Jalal that we
 
would go to his ranch this weekend. He will be very disappointed if we don't, "
 
"When did this come up? I hadn't heard a word about it." I said irritated.
 
She looked into my eyes and then away with an expression I couldn't place.
 
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. He asked me when we met at his place, in his garden.
 
I'd meant to mention it, but I kept forgetting. Sorry. I didn't think we had any firm
 
plans. You're always working. And we haven't gone anywhere exotic in a long time."
 
" And you made him a firm promise? What if I have to or would have to work? ",my
 
voice was insulted.
 
"I know, but he insisted…" Meena answered while trying to avoid my gaze.
 
I interrupted her, "Then you can go with him alone if you want, I can't promise yet,".
 
She dropped the magazine to her hip, then rolled a little so one big luscious breast
 
bulged out against her robe and said, "I'm sorry Nadir, I pretty much already told him
 
we would take the holidays.
 
But, look, we can take another weekend off and go to the coast I promise
 
I'll leave time so we can g as you wish and when you wish..."
 
Then she finished patting me on the hand and then picked the magazine back up
before it sunk in.
 
I thought about our sentences and ran them over and over, jumbling them up and
 
trying to figure out about our time today and together  at all.
 
" can I ask you something, Meena? Why today at the airport did you say that you
 
were relieved that I was there?" I asked.
 
She looked back at me from the magazine with a slightly puzzled expression on her
 
face as if she'd only heard part of what I said, and asked, "What did you say?"
 
I didn't realize it then, but from the expression that slowly grew on her face I realized
 
a storm cloud must have appeared on mine as I slowly, with great emphasis and the
 
beginnings of real anger, said, " that you were relieved that I was there.
 
Is there or was there something going on here in these five days I don't know
 
about?" I asked.
 
An expression consisting of equal parts surprise, embarrassment and what
 
appeared to be shock appeared on her face.
 
"What are you talking about Nadir? You must have misunderstood what I said.", she
 
said.
 
"No. You said it very clearly and distinctly. 'I am relieved that you are here!' Normally
 
in such situations always you say 'I missed you, or I'm happy... ' , but relieved? Why
 
were you relieved..." I insisted.
 
She shook her head and tried to look me in the eyes.
 
"I couldn't have said that, Nadir. That's crazy, why should I be relieved? "
 
"No, just weird. So where did that come from?" I asked.
 
"I don't – oh. I must have meant for sure I was happy... That's what I meant to say."
 
"Oh." I replied shortly and quietly.
 
I rolled it around inside my head and I knew she was lying, 'relieved,' and "happy"
 
aren't close enough to make that kind of mistake! And she hadn't been thinking
 
when she said it.
 
It had popped out without her thinking about it or apparently even realizing what she
 
was saying.
 
What was Meena thinking about, I thought, glancing at her beautiful face and
 
realizing she was still focused in with a laser-like stare on my eyes.
 
She was trying to read me the way I was reading her.
 
And then I realized with an acidic burn in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like the
 
feeling I had about her at this moment.
 
I made myself laugh, although it came out as a dry chuckle.
 
"You're right, babe. Anybody can garble their words. I even do it once in a while. I
 
have to admit, I am too sensitive about what you say…"
 
I tried to make myself laugh again but all that came out was a dry cough.
 
She searched my eyes intently as if trying to see if I was telling the truth.
 
She reached over and did something that shocked and scared me a little.
 
She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.
 
Such a simple thing. But I couldn't remember the last time she had ever done it, in
 
such situations..
 
Even when we were getting ready for sex it was kissing on the lips and her jerking my
 
dick and my licking her luscious pussy until she was wet and ready.
 
But a simple gesture like kissing the back of my hand....
 
it was something new lovers did at special moments.
 
Otherwise, you do that when you are very emotional or when you want to emphasize
 
something or reject someone from something.
 
If she had looked me in the eye then she would have known something was wrong-
 
But she didn't.
 
She kept her face tightly against the back of my hand and kissed it again.
 
Without looking at me, she said, "I'm sorry for saying it that way, Nadir. I am so sorry
that I caused you disturbing thoughts.
 
You know I love you. I love you more now than when we married.
 
You are my past, my present and my future. This is crazy.
 
It was just a slip of the tongue, and it didn't mean anything, everything
 
was and is Okay."
 
But I couldn't take my uncertainty and doubt hat off.
 
I wondered why she wouldn't look at me when she professed her undying love.
 
And I found myself listening to and weighing her words, her tone.
 
And I found my mind weighing her words.
 
And over and over, my mind went back to the same question…
 
Of course, a part of me kept telling me this whole train of thought was stupid.
 
She had just mixed up her words. Tomorrow morning things would be back to normal
 
and in a day or two I'd laugh at my own paranoia.
 
I wanted to believe that, but everything felt...wrong. It was a simple mistake, but why
 
had she reacted the way she had?
 
 If it was nothing, she'd simply have laughed it off, went back to her reading and
 
teased me about taking it the wrong way. But she hadn't.
 
She had acted worried, disturbed and now she was acting in an unusually loving
 
manner.
 
She let my hand go and put the magazine on the drawer by her side of bed.
 
She reached up and turned off the nightlight on her side and told me, "Turn the light
 
off, darling."
 
As I reached over to my right to turn off the light on my side I saw her stand up out of
 
the corner of my eye and I held off turning off the light.
 
By the time I had rolled back to her the robe had dropped and she was stepping out
 
of her panties.
 
I watched her beautiful breasts, with the nipples pointing forward that
 
always fascinated me.
 
But I lost focus on those hot part of her when my eyes drifted down to her pussy.
 
I couldn't understand what I was looking at first. I found myself looking for the light
 
fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone.
 
It was as smooth as baby's bottom. Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the
 
red interior.
 
After a minute I realized she had shaved down there. Gotten rid of all her public hair.
 
Why, and for whom, I wondered.
 
I had never suggested it. Not in recent years, anyway.
 
She looked at me, read the expression on my face, and said with a timid smile, "Do
 
you like it? A lot of the girls at the job, especially the younger, told me this is really
 
hot and men love it."
 
I just looked at her for a moment, and then I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I bet
 
they do. Have you gotten any compliments?"
 
She just stared at me until what I'd said sunk in.
 
Now the tears appeared in her eyes. "How can you say that, Nadir. God, how can you
 
say something that mean...when I did this for you?"
 
The anger that was percolating inside me was coming out and I couldn't stop it.
 
"And just when were you going to show me your new look, baby? After you finished
 
your magazine? Or tomorrow or next week? When was the last time you did it for
 
me? Or asked if I like it?"
 
I pretended to think.
 
"Oh, yeah. Never. So, what's different about tonight. Oh, and how long ago did you
 
shave it?"
 
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling down like
 
ripe fruits. She knew that almost made me hard as a rock. She reached out and
 
closed her hand on my cock.
 
It was already rigid, and I couldn't help release a little groan of pleasure.
 
"I don't want to fight, Nadir, please… I want you. Inside me. The way it used to be. I'm
 
sorry I've let things slide.
 
I shaved because I wanted to excite you. I wanted you to grab me and throw me
 
down, spread my legs and fuck me the way you used to. We used to love it,
 
remember?"
 
And I wanted to believe her.
 
I wanted to believe she had shaved herself for me.
 
I wanted to believe that she had been planning to surprise me with incredibly hot sex
 
out of the blue tonight.
 
Unfortunately, I couldn't.
 
I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my rock hard cock. It was probably the hardest
 
thing I'd ever had to do.
 
She looked at me as if I'd gone crazy, and she probably thought I had.
 
"Babe, I really don't know what's going through your mind right now. I don't even
 
know if I know you anymore.
 
One thing I do know. There was no way in hell you were planning on having hot sex
 
with me tonight, baby. "
 
I looked at her curiously. She wasn't crying, just looked stunned.
 
I turned around and said, "I don't feel like it today, just like you felt an hour ago, now
 
we'd better go to sleep and see what happens tomorrow."
 
*
 
Saturday when I woke up first, I looked at the wall clock, 7:30 am, it was still too
 
early for a weekend day, I was curled up behind her, pulling her close with one arm
 
while my leg was dbangd over her.
 
A ray of sunshine knifed through the blinds directly onto my eyelids, disturbing my
 
sleep and waking me to greet the day.
 
I nuzzled the back of her head, letting her hair tickle my nose as I breathed her in.
 
Meena moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to
 
disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed.
 
She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me.
 
"What's up?" Meena whispered.
 
At this moment our conversation and my yesterday's thoughts and questions were
 
back in my head,
 
"I'm awake. I think I'm going to my study; you can continue sleeping, it’s too early,".
 
Meena smiled and said softly, "Okay, baby," she responded as she grabbed my
 
pillow and pulled it against herself, nesting with the intent to sleep longer.
 
I smiled again as I leaned over and kissed her cheek before grabbing some clothes
 
and leaving the room.
 
I wanted to go quickly through the recordings of my hidden cameras,
 
There was nothing exciting or important to see in the recordings, Meena's coming
 
and going, and telephone conversations with friends and colleagues that were often
 
too quiet and inaudible.
 
I thought I had to find a way to make the recording sound stronger.
 
The only thing that was interesting was the first day of my trip, when Jalal
 
visited Meena and was with her for a short time, even though she wasn't expecting
 
him.
 
 
She met him on the ground floor in her bathrobe and as you could see in the film,
 
they were both a bit shocked and Meena was visibly embarrassed.
 
And after some minutes he left.
 
 
Meena was away for a bit longer on Thursday.
 
She came home from work, took a shower, got dressed and then drove away.
 
After returning about four hours later, she went into the bedroom and strangely
 
enough took off her beautiful clothes, her skirt and blouse that she really likes, and
 
shoved them not in the laundry basket but under her bed!
 
But the third case was more interesting, it was recorded on yesterday, Friday, a
 
few hours before my arrival, at about 11:30 am, that Meena, after showering, got
 
dressed and left.
 
But she didn't take her car keys, which always hang next to the Kitchen door.
 
That meant she drove off with someone else.
 
I didn’t hear that she calls a taxi.
 
Then she came back about three hours later and went into the bathroom again.
 
At first, I tried to calm myself down, maybe she went shopping, but in beautiful,
 
elegant, sexy clothes? Why not by car? And above all, when she came back, she was
 
carrying a small package in her hand, packed in beautiful wrapping paper, which
 
she had put somewhere in the back of her wardrobe, before she undresses and
 
disappears into the bathroom.
 
where was she for over three hours?
 
***
 
About one hour later, I went back to the bedroom.
 
Meena was awake and I could hear her washing in the bathroom.
 
I lay down on my bed again and when she came back, I asked "Tell me baby, how
 
was your visit to Jalal’s Haus?"
 
She sat down on the bed next to me and replied, "it was quite nice with him, He has
 
a big house with a house staff, a few of whom are employed by him.
 
The man is Gardner and also responsible for buying, repairing and so on, his wife is
 
for internal work, cooking, cleaning and keeping things tidy...
 
Jalal really lives like a real lord in a small palace and garden, you have to see it,
 
unbelievable, oh beautiful...
 
His friend is also older but certainly a few years younger, around mid-fifties or even
 
younger. a nice, stocky man, a little shorter but still very tall with a beard, who looks
 
like a lumberjack from the last century, ", she laughed.
 
Then I asked her a question that interested me the most," And in addition to
 
watching the garden and eating dinner, what else did you do?"
 
" Sitting in his library, talking," Meena answered.
 
" Just talking?" I asked.
 
"Yes, it was a long talk with him and his friend. We were three hours or even more
 
talking, and dinking a splendid wine too, ", she answered, quickly.
 
"Did his friend then left?" I asked.
 
"Yes, he left shortly after dinner, he had to ride to his country ranch, " After that
 
Meena looked a little unsure whether she gave the right answer or whether she said
 
something wrong.
 
That meant they two, Meena and that old Jalal were at least two hours alone.
 
After that Meena stood up and while she was going to the door she said, I'm making
 
coffee and left the room to go to the ground floor.
 
*
 
Of course, I was wondering if she was telling the truth.
 
But I couldn't imagine what they had to talk about so long, it didn't seem right.
And of course I was suspicious.
 
I knew Meena too long not to notice her changed behaviour and mannerisms.
 
But for the moment I was undecided…"
 
That was obvious, Meena and Jalal had done more than have dinner and talk.
 
 They had been together.
 
Two hours talking? Just two of them? I knew that Jalal is interested in her and
 
I guessed, no, I was sure that he tried to approach her intimately. 
 
But have they been intimate?
 
Did Meena let him in my absence to approach her and more?
 
If not, why would she behave so strange?
 
I thought my suspicions of them had to be borne out, I had to search further and
 
Deeper.
 
But this desperate situation was too much for me and the more I thought about her
 
behaviour since I was back, I saw it clearly, yes, with intent and purpose Meena was
 
betraying me with this old man!
 
She played with words; she said she is ‘relieved’ that I am back! Strange, very
 
strange this all!
 
I was laying on my bed and thinking.
 
But at the end I came to the conclusion that I may have paranoia!
 
but that didn't give me any peace.
 
She lied or concealed something?  Shit! I thought to myself.
 
How could I be sure? Then I thought perhaps I could find some hints in her cell
 
phone, and yes, she had left it, at the bedside table, I reached for it and opened it. 
 
I knew the password; it was my birthdate.
 
As I thumbed through the contact list of recent days, I found his name, Noori, twelve
 
times! some were not accepted or answered. But at least seven have gone through.
 
Realizing that I would have better luck looking at the text messages first, I thumbed
 
the icon and then started looking at some of the texts. Attached to two messages
 
were those pictures!
 
First there were photos she sent me, but differently captioned ‘dream of me… ’ but
 
were sent to Noori!
 
And his reply was a photo of a man. This is he, Jalal, I thought, and I was sure, even
if his face was not to see.
 
His muscular, hairy chest and belly were hidden under a tank top.
 
He was standing in his white boxer shorts, but I could see his massive bulge the
 
head of his dick trying to poke out down against the inside of his thigh.
 
He was abnormally long! probably at least eight inches long and thicker
 
than mine for sure, It was captioned. 'All yours.'
 
Now the proof is there, now it was borne out!
 
She did all of that these days just so she could fuck that big old guy, what else? `
 
And now seeing it all, I wanted to confront Meena with her shit.
 
I wanted to get her treachery out on the table.
 
I thought about the recordings of my hidden cameras.
 
With the exception of the first harmless day, they were never seen together on film,
 
but they also met away from home, probably at his place more often.
 
 Then I thought about the two strange things in films, that preoccupied me when I
 
looked at them.
 
I got up and rummaged through her closet and found what I was looking for.
 
There was a gift, a pink lingerie, very sexy with a handwritten gift note: 'For the most
 
beautiful and sexiest woman in my life that I have ever met, I hope to see you soon
 
while you have them on! Kiss on your hot lips'! Kiss JN’
 
Okay, everything's clear!
 
Then I thought of dress that she unusual for her, had left hidden under her bed.
 
it was still there, her beautiful summer clothes that she loves them!
 
But surprisingly they were stained and smelled kind of funny.
 
Then I remembered that she went had these on, the day before yesterday, when
 
she left home for hours.
 
I came to the conclusion that the stains were semen stains and not something else.
 
because they looked exactly like the ones that sometimes happen to me when I'm
 
careless!
 
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