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

[RCF]

Excellent, waiting for new updates.

Will do my best to promote this story! Your story needs to be read by many, It shows love, empathy, companionship and teaches life lessons.

One thing that comforts me so much is to read this story knowing that you guys are together now and this is past events. I am reading enough stories where I wouldn't know the ending and its giving me jitters.

~RCF

[madhus369]

Lovely story. No need to hurry... keep up the same pace as the early parts. Congrats on a hit.

[Lollobionda]

Firstly, I would like to congratulate you both on more than 120,000 views, which is a sign that the story has been 
well received by readers.
Another aspect is that the story is now picking up speed.

As the two protagonists have reached a critical point in their relationship, the tension is rising. 
It will be very interesting to see how they overcome this problem.

Meena's strong personality becomes clearer with every chapter that is published.

Because it's not said for nothing:

That behind every successful man is a STRONG woman.
(hinter jedem erfolgreichen Mann steht eine STARKE Frau)

... And Meena is a strong and, above all, a beautiful woman.

I am looking forward to the next chapters...


In this sense
Ciao

Lollobionda

[Salir]

New Horizons 1

Nadir's Narration:

It was around lunchtime when we, Mitra and I, packed our suitcases, her big one and mine 
small, into the cars.

Our last conversation before we hugged and kissed goodbye was...

"Promise me that you'll...", she said.

"Am going home now? Yes, I promise, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else," I smiled, 

"And thank you for the rescue mission, you were my rescue angel, commissioned by 
the universe, ". 

Then we exchanged phone numbers, and I promised that I would get in touch with 
her soon.

And we drove off.

***

I was home at about 3 o'clock. 

Everything was quiet and Meena wasn't there yet. 
She always worked a little longer on Mondays. 

After changing and having a lemonade, I quickly went up to my study and played the 
recordings from the last two days since I left.

There wasn't much to see. Meena was often in the kitchen tidying up, or reading in 
the bedroom and watching TV, or just lying on the couch, closing her eyes and 
listening to Mozart.

Only on Saturday evening after I left did she speak to Jalal on the phone, and not for 
long.

I could only hear her one-sidedly during conversations, but his speaking was inaudible.

This time she had spoken on the phone in the bedroom and not in the living room, where, the 
microphones of my hidden cameras were a bit far away. 
That's why her voice was easier to understand.

Meena: 
‘Hi, Jalal, how are you?’
…
‘Yes, but at the moment he is not at home,’
…
‘I am sorry, but we have no time the next days to visit you’
…
‘Sorry but I don’t want to hurt Nadir… I prefer that if at all, I meet you together with him, I am 
so sorry Jalal but it I don't want to complicate the situation,’
…
‘Thanks, that you understand it,’
…
‘Oh… We don’t know yet whether Nadir has the next weekend off, he doesn't know yet...’
…
'No, I would like to visit your ranch and spend a few days in nature and fresh air with you, but 
you know that I'm not doing this alone, never…'
…
‘Yes, sure, you can come around before your trip,’
…
‘Thank you, Jalal, I hope you too, see you then, bye.’

***

After about two hours Meena was home.

When she saw me, she ran into my arms, hugged me and squeezed me tightly and 
started crying.

After a few minutes of her howling voice being clearly audible in the room, I tried 
calming her down.

We separated and I asked her to sit down.

Meena’s pretty eyes were full of tears, "Where were you Nadir, my world collapsed, I 
thought I had lost you; I thought I lost my life and me… ", she said with trembling 
voice.

"I was searching Meena, looking for my lost world, then, I saw my angel, and she 
saved me... she saved our love and our life, she saved you too, for me..." I spoke.

"I am relieved! Now I am really relieved, I missed you and I needed you…", she 
smiled, and hugged me again.

"I love you my girl, I love you and I beg you to forgive me," I said.

She replied, "Why are you saying such a thing Nadir, why are you making me so sad," 
and she cried. "I am your woman, and I must kiss your hands and ask for
forgiveness, Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I broke your heart, ",

I am still your Meena, same as you saw me and told me about your love to me, I am still 
your 14 years old girl, as you charmed her with your eyes and smile,".

"I thought I am losing you Meena, I am losing you to him, to Jalal, I had the feeling 
just like those days with Mansour, I am so sorry baby" I said sadly.

"Oh… Jalal… He can’t be… I love you baby, I am yours, I was always yours... You are 
who occupies me, my soul and my body… As long as you want it, and as long as you 
love me, ", she said.

"I know it, now I know it. You are not so easily gotten rid of me, not more, Meena! "

"Nor are you Nadir, nor are you…" And she smiled, "I felt your presence in last two 
days more than ever, here in our home and in my bed and especially in my heart…".

***

Meena prepared a little something for dinner and until late evening we talked about 
our life, our past days, our past months and years.

First, she assumed me that on Friday evening, when she got up before going to sleep and 
undressed, she spontaneously decided and wanted to tell me everything about the past 
week and meeting details with Jalal, while we were making love, but the situation went 
wrong.

Then we talked about others. About all the people who played a role in the last time in our 
life.

I spoke about Mitra, and Meena said she would like to meet her.

We talked about Jalal and what I and she, each one of us thought of him and the 
expectations of each of us from the relationship with him.

We talked about our Inclinations, desires, our erotic preferences that we were not 
sure, whether the other person would agree with, and we came to some results.

We talked about that everybody, man or woman is fighting a battle between selfish 
lust and wanting to be a person of decency and integrity. 
But where is the border between these two meanings? 

About the truth that men and women don’t know about each other.
 
I said that I knew that Meena and so many women like to be ruled up when it comes to 
sexuality.

This is the real feminism, as nature planed, I said.

Meena confessed that she loves the dirty talking while sex.  

She said that she could fall off the orgasmic cliff if I had called her a slut or a 
bitch and such dirty names during sex, just as she's about to come.

And she told me that she believes any normal woman could be stimulated sexually 
when it comes to dirty talking.

She seemed almost apologetic. "You know me, you know I'm not a feminist," she 
told, "But I am also not a submissive type, nevertheless I can't help it, that some 
such words make me insane. In a really good way." and smiled, shyly. 
Then she lowered her eyelids to the table.

Then she emphasized that she knows some women love degrading sex, but this is 
not degrading. 

Especially if a woman is bold and an independent woman outside the bedroom, inside the 
bedroom other rules prevail. 

This has nothing to do with integrity, it means not that you like to be a sex slave or a whore.

She told that with Mansour, who in first instance actually bangd her, she had  
countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and 
shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment. 

Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.

She didn’t want to speak with me about, those days, definitely not. 
But now she knows that it was a mistake.

She should have talked about it, then she would have suffered less.

She spoke about how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for 
quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her family, and 
Mansour's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within 
her until she became his willing fuck toy.

But then after first time, she couldn't even stop herself from kissing him back. 

Her body accepted Mansi as a real man who could possess her physically. 
But she knew that it was just her body, her physical existence. 

Then she realized that she couldn't control the animalistic impulses of her own body. 
A single fat tear ran down her cheek as she talked about it.

Later, times at nights, she lay quietly in the dark next to me, pondering the situation 
and the nightmares that awaited her and her husband, me. 

Between the various contacts with her husband and her uncle, who was her rapist, 
incomprehensible circumstances occurred that brought her into this terrible 
situation.

The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.

Then after a while her thoughts changed. 

No, it wasn't her fault, it was the sexual talents of a powerful older man who had 
been locked up for the last few years.

Mansour’s massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most 
wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any sexually normal woman 
could ever experience.

And she, Meena, his niece, did - again and again.

Both assets of gratification and Mansour's powerfully rough hands had been on an 
unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout those dissolute 
nights. 

Meena spoke about how her uncle had skilfully awakened her pussy to the highest 
limits of capabilities and easily brought her to numerous pleasurable orgasms 
before turning the tables and making the serious academic and respectable 
university lecturer beg for his cock like a cheap slut.

As Meena was speaking, my thoughts returned to her and what her mental condition 
must be like following those long nights. 

The fight, battle, between selfish lust of her body, and her wanting to be a person of 
decency and integrity, her pain, her suffering and her collapse...

I put my arms around her and held her close, wanting her, desiring her.
"But" I wanted to know, "did you love him?"
"Those days I didn’t know. I thought I did, but now I am sure that not...", " I wanted him to 
possess me physically, I wished and let him to bring me to climax as often 
as possible, my body loved those dirty games... "

"Do you want him again," I questioned, "would you do it again with him if 
if he was still alive and here?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can answer that right now. But I know that I 
wanted you to know and decide about it. Mansi is so far away. There is no
chance for us to see him again."

My mind went to an image of Meena that first time with Mansour back in 
our house. 
In my vision of them, I could see her pulling up her skirt around 
her waist and removing her panties as Mansour stood over her unbuckling 
his belt. 

My cock was fully hard by then and I wanted to fuck Meena at once.

I began to strok
e the inside of her thigh, working my way to the crotch of 
her panties. 
She was so wet!  Meena was soaking wet from her memories of Mansour! 
The memories of their time together and her sexual experiences with him 
still with her, I thought.

As I felt the softness of her nylon covered pussy, she began to tug at her 
skirt, just the way I had imagined her with Mansour.

Meena ripped off her panties and lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs 
to receive me. 
I plunged my hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. 
Damn, it felt so good.

After we had finished, I held her close for a long time. 

I was surprised that I had become so aroused by her confessions and memories, 
but this time without worry to lose her, without jealousy, because I knew now where is 
the border, where I am standing for her and what and how she feels 
about me. 
Pleased that she trusted me with such a heavy burden that she carried. 

I loved her even more then, at that moment, as I realized again how much 
we can enjoy still more the sex, with each other and with others. 

***

I thought about other couples, are there many who have such inclinations, 
so open to each other, if not, why not? why should one forgo so many 
unfounded, self-generated prohibitions and obstacles to enjoyment in such 
a short time that one has for life, our drop-life phase of being, the only 
phase of existence in which we separate ourselves from mother ocean 
and become an independent ego?

Many of the men are critical of women like Meena, calling 
them all sorts of derogatory names, even in this and similar sites. 

At the same time many men think of husbands of these women as 
spineless wimps. 

Others are like me-aroused by the thought of other men experiencing sex 
with a woman they love. 

What, I wonder, would the response of those men be if they experienced 
the same thing that I did with Meena?

just trust, trust in each other, in the inclinations and desires of yourself and 
your partner and believe in each other. 
To be one with him or her, which is really possible if you are honest with yourself 
and your surroundings.

***

After that before sleeping, we were lounging in bed, making out, engaged 
in hot pillow talk and fantasy play. 

We both were narrating our phantasies and thoughts of Meena making love to others, 
while I was fingering her.

She was incredibly aroused, wet, and had two intense orgasms in fairly 
short succession as I played out my fantasies of her engaging in hot, dirty 
sex with Mansour. 

I felt a combined sensation, like my heart might stop; light-headed, hot, 
short of breath, and the simultaneous intensity of arousal and lust, 
incongruent with hearing my wife tell me that she'd cheated on me. 

My cock was throbbing, and my balls ached.

Meena said, "Did you like that baby? Did you like hearing me tell you all 
about fucking others?" I managed to croak out a hoarse, "Yes. It was so 
hot sweetie..."

After that, she rolled toward me and pushed me onto my back. 
I felt my cock was twitching, pulsing, and my balls ached with desire.
Meena kissed and licked my face then she got on top of me. 

My cock was rock hard, and I really wanted to fuck her, and she was grinding 
her pussy against my stiffness.

I was on the verge of cumming and she sensed it.

She was looking into my eyes, and kept talking about Mansor, "You know 
that, my uncle Mansour was such a dirty boy. He always wanted me to 
fuck him when he was here, like I was some kind of little whore... "
I unloaded in Meena at that moment, pumping my balls dry into her.

I asked if she wants me to finish her too. 
Meena said, " No, not now, ".

Then out of the blue, Meena blurted out, "Do you want to know about my 
opinion about a relation to Jalal?" I thought about it for a moment, she 
continued, "You know, Jalal is different, he is not Mansi, he is softer, more 
romantic, a mixture of you and Mansour perhaps, if I may say so, if I am 
allowed to choose one of them for sex I will not hold back for a moment 
from choosing Mansour, although I do not yet know Jalal's qualities...?"

I finally responded, "I understand,".
"Maybe then, should I happen, accidentally, to know him better, I'll change my mind about it," 
she Added and giggled.

""You can't leave things like that to chance, my dear lady!" I smiled.

Meena said, " I didn’t fucked Jalal. But I guess he knows now more about 
me, and my expectations. He wanted me to hang out with him 
and his plans for his future life, but he knows now, He knows that we, me and you, are one 
and we don’t want to go any separate way. ", and she added,  
", with him I could not have any deep physical relation because of this. 
I would have been bothered by the feeling of betrayal if I had been more 
deeply involved with him. I would have had more the feeling that I am 
cheating on you."

Kneeling beside me, Meena went on, with her hand on my thigh, "You know it is 
fun to dance and flirt with him. Even more, but he is Jalal, a good friend, 
may be a good lover for bed but not more.

I didn't really want to go with him as my man, so perhaps he was and is 
disappointed, but I didn't and don’t care, out unit, mine and yours, must not 
be disturbed or even touched, he understood that, just like when Mansour 
understood that..."
.
Meena set the scene telling me about her sexual desires after discovering 
some of her hidden desires while Mansour time, which I knew 
partly but we and specially she had never spoke about so straight. 

she said she enjoys a passionate time with older men. I didn't ask earlier 
but I knew this now it became reasonably obvious. 

If an older man delivers the dominant forceful sex, Meena admitted would 
be what she will enjoys the best. 

It was her description of how much she loved the loss of control, the 
dominance and even the unpredictable use...
 
That touched me deeply and at the same time excited me again. 

What she emphasized again and again, however, was that this only 
applies to light aggressive form in erotic moments and during sex, and 
under no circumstances should it be mixed with brutality, much more 
controlling…

She spoke, " The main reason why I was so drawn to Mansi, apart from the 
fact that I always saw him as my dear, nice uncle, was that firstly he made 
me aware of what my body wants and needs, but please don't mix up this 
with feelings like love, which he later understood and had to accept. 
And secondly, he was almost the kind of man who could give me that. 
I love you but you are too nice Nadir, you are not a wild person, you 
cannot be a beast, a wild animal. ",
" I think it was the taboo that fascinated me so much, my uncle, the idea 
that I am at his mercy, being used, being a total slut for him. “It was an 
amazing feeling. I felt like he ‘owns’ me, my body at those certain moments. 
The amazing feeling that he could use me however he wanted. There was 
nothing I could do to stop him… It felt so… Hot and wonderful…",
"I’ve always been a good girl for you, Nadir. 
It was amazing to just be a wild slut for Mansour. Really wild!
You are too civilized as they say these days. But I love you so much that 
because of my love to you, I can do without going to bed with a wild, 
primitive animal/human. 
Having sex with you is different but for me it's like being in heaven, and I 
can be satisfied with it, if you want. ", "For you and my love for you, I'll give up 
everything, I swear. I can't live without you, but I certainly can live without 
other kinds of sex. "

I thought about my young wife, this was not so clear to me, her this side of 
personality. I had a hunch, a sense, but nothing more.
Not that profound. I was reassured that this inclination was only sexual 
and physical, and had nothing to do with love generally, and her for me, 
especially.

Knowing that the rest of the world observed her as an attractive, gifted 
academician, university lecturer and conservative soon-professor. 

Only I was aware that when she allowed her outward, caring professional 
persona to be unmasked, a sexual, sometimes kinky tigress resided 
beneath the cloaked image
. 
I was the very thankful beneficiary of that side of my sexy wife's divergent 
personality.
***
On Tuesday I stayed at home again.
Meena had to work for a short time, only until 2 p.m.

Right after breakfast, before she left, I showed her all my hidden cameras!
I've wanted to do that since the day before when we opened up to each other.

That I had installed such spy cameras in our house to observe her, didn't bother her at all. 
She said that these cameras show how important she is to me, how much I love her, how 
much I desire her and how much I'm interested in her activities.

To be continued...

[RCF]

Excellent update..Much needed for the couple to open and share every thing. Bonding between you two is amazing.

[Eswar P]

Verynice thank you sir

[Lollobionda]

A very well written emotional chapter with moving moments ...

Meena really poured her heart out for the first time and with it her relationship with Nadir, her point of view, 
her emotions, her love and attachment to him, her desire and her attraction/affection to older men...
All in all, it was a clarifying conversation that I think in the end put all of Nadir's fears, doubts and insecurities to rest.

I like Nadir and Meena as a couple, how they do or try something together (and/or) with the knowledge of their partner...

Long after Mansi, Meena started an experiment with Jalal Nouri “without” Nadir's knowledge or rather without letting 
him be a part of it. 
This led Nadir to question his wife's love and loyalty.
He felt betrayed and humiliated in his personality, so that he was on the verge of losing faith in a future together with Meena.
This resulted in the decision to leave...

... And Meena? She was almost faced with having to choose between her love for Nadir and her desire/lust for Jalal.

In the end, however, these two days turned out to be the salvation of her marriage.
Talking to Mitra helped Nadir tame his inner demons, look at the problem more soberly and act more rationally.

Now that there is clarity and the problem is finally out of the way, I am very curious to see how far and to what extent
the two of them will take matters into their own hands ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

A very well written emotional chapter with moving moments ...

Meena really poured her heart out for the first time and with it her relationship with Nadir, her point of view, 
her emotions, her love and attachment to him, her desire and her attraction/affection to older men...
All in all, it was a clarifying conversation that I think in the end put all of Nadir's fears, doubts and insecurities to rest.

I like Nadir and Meena as a couple, how they do or try something together (and/or) with the knowledge of their partner...

Long after Mansi, Meena started an experiment with Jalal Nouri “without” Nadir's knowledge or rather without letting 
him be a part of it. 
This led Nadir to question his wife's love and loyalty.
He felt betrayed and humiliated in his personality, so that he was on the verge of losing faith in a future together with Meena.
This resulted in the decision to leave...

... And Meena? She was almost faced with having to choose between her love for Nadir and her desire/lust for Jalal.

In the end, however, these two days turned out to be the salvation of her marriage.
Talking to Mitra helped Nadir tame his inner demons, look at the problem more soberly and act more rationally.

Now that there is clarity and the problem is finally out of the way, I am very curious to see how far and to what extent
the two of them will take matters into their own hands ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Dear Lollo,
Your perspective and analysis of the current situation, taking into account the 
recent past of our lives, is subtle, carried out with great sensitivity, great care and 
precision; at the same time, it goes into the finer details and is differentiated.

Above all, one notices your heartfelt concern for us and our lives.

We thank you my friend.

Salir

[Salir]

I will try to bring an update as soon as possible, perhaps tomorrow, 
as a thank you to our loyal and discerning readers.

Enjoy,

Salir 

[Blackdick11]

Lovely update
It’s a powerful moment to see two loving souls reunite after two days of tension and misunderstanding.
open hearts, honest words and the heartfelt conversation healed their rift, bringing them more closer than before.

[Salir]

New Horizons 2 (I)


Nadir's Narration:

The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the 
reflections of events that changes our life. 


How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in 
our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do 
not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.

How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in 
our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do 
not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.

After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena,  to 
reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
 
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.

As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, 
her  consciousness.
 
There was always for me, a struggles between desire and humiliation.

since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship.

Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.

***

Afternoon, as she was back at home, my beautiful wife Meena jumped into my arms and pressed her big 
breasts to my chest while looking at me with a joyful look on her beautiful face.

"Tonight, we will make love like we haven't in a long time, I love you",", but first I have to do my exercises...".
 
Then she reached down and playfully gripped my cock through my jeans, "Actually, I am now so horny, but I had 
to wait until in bed, I just want to get in your pant’s big boy,".

"I want you to put on the lingerie that Jalal gave you, for me, would you do that? Please?  You know I love 
the sexy lingerie on you?" I asked.

" Yes sure, my baby, if you like… I hope you're going to like!" Her big brown eyes flashed as she smiled 
mischievously.

I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when 
you were twenty, "."Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!", Meena giggled.

*

Meena had just finished exercising. She was still upstairs doing her post-workout stretching thing after exercise, 
and I happened to be out in the driveway sitting in my car looking for something when he rang.

I rushed to the door.

"Hey Doki," he said. I saw that he was clearly surprised. I was supposed to be at work and in the hospital at that time. 
I was surprised too that he is there.

I knew he will stop by but I thought he would call first.

"Oh... Hey Jalal. I didn't hear you are coming, come in." I spoke.

"Came up kind of sudden. I told Meena yesterday that I have to go away for a few days, but I'll come by 
beforehand.","So... I'm leaving for a short trip tomorrow. Is everything OK, is the pool working?", he asked.

"Oh yes, sure. Everything is ok." I replied.

"Perfec., Is Meena okay too??" Jalal asked.

"Yes, she is fine too and will surely be happy to see you," I said.

He took off his cap and scratched his head, looking from me to the house.

"I am also pleased," I added, staring back at him.

I looked to the house, half expecting to see Meena staring out the window at us.
 
I suddenly had the urge to implement my not yet fully thought-out and not yet fully developed plan.

Perhaps it was his apparent eagerness to get one more chance with her, and/or the idea that this might be his 
last chance with her before he is gone or before I prevent all this, or Meena has turned away from him forever 
in this regard. 

Meena and I had already discussed the reality of what Jalal might expect as time goes on and agreed on the 
fact that whatever happens it wasn't going to be the case of a surprising visit.
 
Neither of us were looking for his visit before we discussed and planned and developed this.

 Above all, he should know what to expect and that I am the one who manages the situation.

But now, after this surprise visit from him, at this time and at our house before he goes away for a few days, 
I thought about it and came up with a spontaneous plan.

"I think Meena's up there still working out after her exercises, so... Might not be a good time," I said, ", but I 
suppose it couldn't hurt to come in and say goodbye."

"Aw for real?" he said, perking up.

I turned to look at him.
"Maybe not, Jalal, but if you like, I think you can. Being smart means you might have to be when you least 
want to, you know? Just…  I'm sure she'll be cool with at least saying hello." I giggled.

"Yes. Okey, if you mean and say…" he said.

"Just remember you are already in her heart as far as I know," I said over my shoulder as we headed inside.
 
"Really? are you sure? it is so beautiful to hear this from you, especially. I am happy to be a good friend 
for you two," he said, closing the door behind him.

We stood at the bottom of the steps and leaned up the stairwell.

"You still up there, babe?" I asked out laud.

"Yeah," came Meena's voice.

I nodded toward the stairs for Jalal to follow.

"You decent?" I said, stepping up the stairs.

"Yeah, are you?" she asked from our bedroom.

I paused in the hallway and Jalal bumped into me. 
The bedroom door was half open. 
'Eh...screw it,' I thought, and proceeded to lead him in there.

"Eeep!" Meena shrieked, tried to hide herself quickly behind the screen that always stood 
next to her bedside. She was wearing nothing but her stretch yoga pants. 

"Nadir!" she said, peeking out from the side of screen with her arms folded over her chest.

"You said you were decent," I told her.

"Uh! For you! In here?!..." She glanced past me, widening her eyes. 

I took the hint and stepped in front of Jalal.
 
I looked over my shoulder at Jalal and he and looked away.

"Sorry," he said.

"Not your fault, Jalal," Meena said, staring at me for an explanation. 

"So... anyway... Like our bedroom?" she added, still drilling a hole in me with her eyes.

"Jalal came by because he is leaving tomorrow. He is here to say goodbye before he leaves," I said.

" Just came by again to see if y'all was here before I go.  I don't want to disturb you, 
I'll go now, sorry Meena."

"Hmm," Meena said, looking down.

Jalal just stared at her, and she stepped back behind the screen, again and more.

"I… I… No problem, you can stay yet…", Meena said, "Nadir?". 

I could tell Jalal glanced my way, but I maintained eye contact with Meena. 

I walked up next to the screen and folded back the section she was standing behind.
 
"Nadir?!",she exhaled and immediately becoming flush as she reached for her own shoulders 
and turned a knee inward.

"Okay, Meena, can I leave you two shortly aloe?" I asked, 

Meena exhaled a loud sigh from her nose but didn't answer, she just looked back and forth 
between me and Jalal.

"I'll be right back,", I left and hurried to my study and quickly turned on my computer monitors to 
observe what was happening in the bedroom. 

I guess Jalal realized and noticed what was going on, at the latest as I deliberately left them both alone.

It was now time for Menna to move. 

She had to decide how to proceed. I expressed my opinion indirectly but clearly 
about the situation and now she had to decide what would happen.

"Those your workout clothes?" Jalal asked, looking her down.

"Mm, yes," she answered softly.

"Your body is perfect and all tight, Meena" he said, looking down Meena's taut abdomen as it expanded 
and contracted with each breath.

He stepped up against her and she fidgeted nervously, swallowing as she dared to look up at him, then 
back down over her arms.

"I haven't thought about anything else since we met last Friday, you know, ", he said.

Meena didn't know what to say to that, only giving Jalal a faint, "Oh...um...Jalal I'm not sure 
that...", she exhaled deep.

"Oh my God, Meena, I need you so…" he said, taking an absentminded step toward Meena.

"Jalal!" she sighed and said, "We need to be careful, Nadir is not far," she whispered and with her head 
pointing the door.

"Yeah? I guess Doki knows, he brought me here and left us alone I'm sure... He wants it... 
He left it up to you to decide, you can see that,", he whispered back.

Meena bit her lip then turned back to look at Jalal.

I thought Meena was disturbed that something like that was happening in our bedroom.

Jalal approached Meena, she looked up at him, so he bent down and kissed her ear. 

I heard her swallow as she breathed heavily in front of him. He took her by the chin and turned her head up 
and kissed her, and while doing so gently pushed down on her forearms, eliciting a muffled whimper from her.
 
Then he gripped her arms and held them behind her, making her little breasts thrust out and heave as she 
panted at Jalal.

"Meena you have such beautiful breasts,", he said gently. 

Meena's beautifull tits heaved with each nervous breath.
She watched as Jalal reached out and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and index 
finger.

"Ohhh," she exhaled softly and squirmed.

He leaned in and took Meena's other breast in his mouth and began sucking hard on her nipple.

"Ohhh," Meena sighed. "Oh my God…" she moaned out as he ran his other hand down over her spandex 
covered pussy mound. 

Meena's body immediately shuddered, then she immediately reached up to cradle Jalal's head as he nursed on 
her breast. 

"Oh my...oh my god," Meena sighed, swooning forward and bracing her hands on Jalal's shoulders to 
keep from falling. 

He stopped to hold her by the forearm. 
Jala then turned her back to him. 

Meena just swallowed and looked up in a daze, catching her breath.

I could watch clearly on monitor; Jalal was looking down at her ass.

"Your ass is perfect, , Meena," Jalal said to me as he reached out and briefly felt her up.

"Oh," she sighed, standing up on her tip toes.

"Meena, you got such a fine body,".

"Oooh..." came her soft voice as she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"Meena, you don ‘t realize the affect you have on a man when he sees you, especially in these stretch pants."

"Mm..g'g'ah," she stuttered softly. 

I sensed how her body was rising and falling with her heavier breath as she stared up at him.

"Show me,", he whispered, "Show me what causes men to need you most of all Meena."

"Mmph," she whimpered then took a small step forward and put her feet together, then arched her 
ass lightly out for Jalal. 

He had a perfect view down her arched back as she stuck out her ass.

Jalal reached down and took Meena's ass cheeks, and squeezing them.

"Oh…" came her breathy whisper.

"You like that?", he asked softly. "Me fondling you?"

"Yesss..." she whispered, looking up.

"More?"

"Yesss..." she said even softer. Meena swallowed nervously and looked to her side. 
"I want you to keep touching me," she whispered.

Jalal ran his hand between her legs, and she twitched with a soft moan.

He gripped Meena's shoulder and put more effort into his rubbing of her spandex covered pussy.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned.

"Feels good," he said as he stared down at Meena's ass.

She just panted softly as she arched her ass up and down on his hand.

"Feels good and looks good," he added, supinating his hand so he was palming Meena from behind.

"Ohhh," she moaned, this time in her regular voice.

"Yeah?" Jalal asked.

"Oh yesss...like that. Mmph..." Meena's voice was a breathy whisper of increasing lust. 

"Oooh look at..." Jalal said, marvelling at it. He clenched a fistful of the back of her yoga pants 
at the waistband in his left hand to hold her still as he rubbed her with his right.

"God that looks hot," I thought.

"Mmm," Jalal groaned, suddenly gripping the flare of Meena's hips and just rubbing his tented 
cock up against the side of her ass.

Jalal just stared down at Meena's ass as he slowly humped up against it. He gave it a hard underhanded 
smack and went back to rubbing her spandex covered mound again.

"Oooh!" she whined, turning to look back at him.

Jalal just watched his hand as he sawed it up and down her ass and between her crotch. 
He looked like he was trying to speak.

"Oh my...Godddd," came Meena's trembling voice. 

"You are all wet Meena," Jalal added, watching closely as he slowly ran the side of his hand up and down 
against her turned up spandex covered mound.

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and scoot them down a few inches,
"Ohhhhh..." she groaned at it.

Jalal slid his open hand down the back of Meena's pants and began palming her bare pussy.
"Mmmm," she moaned shakily.

"All wet," Jalal exhaled, looking up at me.

Meena was scooting her ass back at him with clenched teeth and droopy eyes, she was so wet that even I could 
hear the slick wet sounds of Jalal's hand wagging between her labia.

He pulled the back waistband of Meena's spandex to work more of his hand inside. The sensation caused Meena 
to perk up with an attentive look and moan "oooh".
"You are making me come," she quickly whispered.

Jalal was gripping her hip with one hand as he worked his other from side to side under the back of her spandex. 
He took a step closer so he could better manage palming her wiggling pussy.
Meena strained her head up as she began to cry out in orgasm. As the first crashing wave hit, she began rising up on 
the balls of her feet as her pelvis and leg quivered uncontrollably. he just held her as she endured her orgasm. 

Looking down he could see her ass jump and twitch against his hand.

As she started to come down Meena raised her head up, making little whimper and moaning noises as Jalal 
slowly rubbed her.

"MM!" she suddenly moaned with a jump as an aftershock ripped through her.
She had several more, moaning out with each one, before slowly parting lips.

"Good?" Jalal asked.

Meena sighed up at him with a hazy glow about her. He kissed her head. 
She swallowed, then turned to look behind her. She reached back and grabbed a handful of Jalal's shirt.

"Comere," she groaned, pulling him to her for a lip mashing kiss passionately. 

Jalal stepped up against her ass and reached under her arms to cup both tits as he began humping up against her. 

Meena moaned as she shoved and wiggled it out back against him.

She pulled away and looked down at Jalal's hands as they worked her tits, then looked up at him. 

Jalal slid his hands down over her tummy and worked his thumbs under the waistband of her spandex yoga pants.

"Jalal…" she went to say, stopping short when he took her by the wrist. 

He placed her hand over the bulge in his sweats and she inhaled sharply. 

She looked nervously up as her other arm fell to her side. 

Jalal reached over and cupped one of Meena's naked breasts and she swooned on already unsteady legs.

"God… My god…" she whispered hotly, her eyelids fluttering. 
She crooked her head back to look up at him, as if about to speak, when Jalal took Meena by the waist and turned her sideways to him. 

He lowered his head and began sucking on her breast as he held her up with one arm wrapped around her naked back.

"Oh my-... Jalal," Meena sighed, her upper body twitching as she slowly leaned back. Wearing nothing but a pair of stretch 
yoga pants that were pulled halfway over her ass she just stood there, straight legged with her breasts thrust out and her 
arms hanging down at her side as he sucked on her nipple. 

It was so erotic for me to see the sucking lips of some old man we hardly knew attached to my wife's little pink nipple.
"Jalal... suck my wife's tits," I groaned as I watched them on monitor. 

Meena‘s head lolled over and her eyes found hidden camera as they dropped from the sensation of Jalal's sucking 
mouth on her breast. 
He reached down and ran his hand over her spandex covered pussy mound as he continued mauling her breast with his mouth.

"Oh my Gaud..." she moaned and reached up to hold onto his shoulders.

"Jalal take her," I groaned.

"Jalal," she breathed hotly. "Jalal you are...Oh God you are making me so wet...mmph..."

He suddenly stopped sucking Meena's breast and looked at her as he slowly palmed her crotch. 
She was just panting at him as she caught her breath, pumping her her hips against his hand. 

He pulled Meena to him and began kissing her, the visible action of his mouth indicating he was forcing his tongue into hers. 

She immediately braced her hands against his chest and looked directly at camera in wide-eyed surprise as she 
exhaled her moaning breath into his mouth.
Meena was pushing at him, but Jalal wouldn't take no for an answer and only doubled down on his efforts, taking a sudden 
and tighter hold around her shoulders, pinning her arms tighter between them and giving her less leverage with which to push 
away from him.

Slowly, Meena began raising her knee up against Jalal's waist and locked her lower leg around him, at which point he reached 
around and grabbed her spandex clad ass and pulled her tighter against him, turning her taut and toned little back to 
my camera in the process. 

Meena was slowly pumping her hips against him, and I felt my cock twitch with a surge of pre-cum.

They necked and ground against each other like this for several moments when Jalal broke their kiss with a mutually breathy 
gasp for air only to begin biting at Meena's neck.

"Oh my...Oh my God!" she sighed as she was thoroughly ravaged by the old man who only some days before had broken in our life.

Meena was struggling to turn to look unnoticeable at hidden camera when Jalal suddenly began working his thumbs under the 
waistband of her yoga pants. 

Her leg came down and she wavered against him as her body was manhandled.
"Mm," Meena swallowed nervously. "Jalal... Jalal, please wait," she said, pushing him away.

Jalal leaned back from Meena, looking down at her like he wanted to either kill her or eat her.

She went to speak but he just spun her around, "Oh!" She gulped and looked back over her shoulder as he began 
tugging her yoga pants down over her hips.

"Ohhh," came Meena's shaky sigh. "Jalal..." she whispered nervously as her body moved from his efforts.

I hadn't even noticed Jalal had removed his sweat shorts. He gripped one of Meena's shoulders and immediately 
found her pussy with the head of his cock and forced it in with one push…


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[Lollobionda]

Meena as a parting gift that sweetens the short journey, and makes her absence bearable and pleasant...
Instead of Nadir, Jalal is now the icing on the cake that will send Meena into ecstasy, while Nadir has 
once again succumbed to his veyeuristic predilection...
* * *

I have a very good friend F. who wanted to replace the windows in his house in the early 2000s. 
After a short search, he found the company that he then commissioned to do the work.
It later turned out that his wife K. (who is very pretty and very nice. We are very good friends too)
and the owner of the company (who was also our age) had become close during those three weeks. 
They had a sexual relationship that lasted for several years.
This formative sentence came from my friend F. one day -when we met up with a few other friends
in his garden to have a barbecue- he then whispered in my ear:

‘Lollo, do you know that these windows we have now are the most expensive and the heaviest there 
are in Germany? They have caused me many sleepless nights. Some days I could not even breathe...’.

My friend F. and his wife K. are still married. They live happily together. And have been for 31 years.
* * *

I hope that the repair and extension of the swimming pool in their garden does not degenerate into 
an too expensive swimming pool for Nadir, so that he can continue to sleep peacefully in the future 
and does not suffer from breathlessness during the day ...

(A little fan is a must)
*Ein bischen Spass muss sein* 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[desihunter]

One of the best story on this site. I love the way you express the emotions through your writing. Keep going

[Salir]

THIS IS OUR STORY...

Questions keep cropping up about the authenticity of this story.

This is our life story over the last fifteen years or so, almost everything as it happened.
The names have been changed but I tried to sound as similar as possible. Some are even the same...
 
I do not claim to be a great writer nor to be the best grammatically.
But that said I do my best and hope to do it well, and my wife, M., helps me.
 
I was motivated to begin writing when I read a report and the story of a man who accidentally
discovered that his wife had been cheating on him for some time.
 
But she was forced to do it and didn't talk to him about it.
 
Her cheating didn't bother him as much as her secrecy.
 
since I experienced a similar situation, I started writing and after the first few sentences it was
clear to me that I would continue with our almost real, adventurous story of life, that went well, first
and foremost, thanks to Meena's sensitivity and correct behavior...
 
I like to continue narrating and hope others enjoy it as well.
 
I write when I am inspired, and can find the time.
 
I enjoy writing I love to hear readers’ comments about my writings.
 
Please let me hear from you if you enjoy our stories, I would like to know what you like about them and what you don't.
 
Thanks,
 
Salir

[Lollobionda]

THIS IS OUR STORY...

Questions keep cropping up about the authenticity of this story.

This is our life story over the last fifteen years or so, almost everything as it happened.
The names have been changed but I tried to sound as similar as possible. Some are even the same...
 
I do not claim to be a great writer nor to be the best grammatically.
But that said I do my best and hope to do it well, and my wife, M., helps me.
 
I was motivated to begin writing when I read a report and the story of a man who accidentally
discovered that his wife had been cheating on him for some time.
 
But she was forced to do it and didn't talk to him about it.
 
Her cheating didn't bother him as much as her secrecy.
 
since I experienced a similar situation, I started writing and after the first few sentences it was
clear to me that I would continue with our almost real, adventurous story of life, that went well, first
and foremost, thanks to Meena's sensitivity and correct behavior...
 
I like to continue narrating and hope others enjoy it as well.
 
I write when I am inspired, and can find the time.
 
I enjoy writing I love to hear readers’ comments about my writings.
 
Please let me hear from you if you enjoy our stories, I would like to know what you like about them and what you don't.
 
Thanks,
 
Salir

I was fascinated by your story from the very beginning, because I find myself partly in your story. 

Until my wife's death (in a road accident in 2000) we had almost 11 years (the time we were married) of exibionistic
experiences (I can even describe them as exciting and fulfilling adventures).
During this time we had a varied and in every way outstanding sex life, which became intense and more mature and hornier with 
the time we spent together - like old wine -.
Most of the time it was sex in the open air and/or car-sex where we always ran the risk of being discovered and caught
in the act by passers-by. 
Every fortnight we travelled to other cities and areas at the weekend to live out our fantasies. 
We were observed several times (as far as we know), once even in the woods, where an elderly man - who was watching us from a 
distance of about forty metres - called out to us. 
My wife jerked him off with her hand while I took her from behind. 

There was no repeat of such an incident, because a short time later the road accident happened ...

I sometimes wonder whether we would have gone further if my wife had still been alive. 
I had not an idea ... until I discovered your story.

Today I know for sure that we would have dared to do what you both do - with so much love, trust, joy, confidence 
and mutual respect - if the conditions and the time had been right ...

My appeal to you: Keep up the good work and write down your life and experience stories!

And please do not let yourselves be discouraged by ‘unfortunately too many’ jerk-off and low-level fuck-orgy freaks.
Your story is not one that was created in an unreal fantasy in which (so-called) alpha males become supermen, 
super villains who can have sex 24 hours a day without interruption and stay hard, have a big cock that puts even
the most famous porn actor John Holmes in the shade with his 28 cm cock and squirt litres of sperm...
On the other hand, the women who turn into Amazons, insatiable, ‘cock-driven’ sex dependent and whores who make
even the most famous whores of the 20th century, Mata Hari and Josefine Mutzenbacher, turn pale with envy ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

… Continuation New Horizons 2 (II)

Nadir’s Narration:

"Umph!" she grunted out loud, her head drooping.
He pushed again and her mouth opened wide. Meena looked
 to her side and Jalal began making small in and out movements.
 
He was still doing this when Meena faced forward again to look at my camera with agonizing
lust in her eyes as she panted up at me.
 
Jalal jerked her hips in his grip and pushed forward and held.
 
"Ohhhh…. Goddd…!" she moaned loudly.
 
Jalal didn't stop to give her a moment but suddenly pushed forward again, interrupting Meena's
attempt to breath her way through this with a throaty "Uhh…!!" She was left panting desperately
as he eased out and fucked with small back and forth movements to work it back into her.
 
He stopped again, and held still, finally letting Meena catch her breath.
 
"Holy shit, Jalal!..." she panted, turning her head as if to ensure he heard her. Meena crooked her
head up to look at the camera just as he fucked into her again. "Oooghh!" she grunted, her eyes widening.
 
Then Jalal started to fuck Meena properly.
"He's fucking me... He's fucking me..." she looked at near hidden camera and whispered hotly to
herself as her head bobbed around.
 
Jalal was gripping Meena's hips like a jackhammer as he fucked her pussy.
Her yoga pants barely down enough to allow for it.
 
Meena struggled to maintain eye contact with camera, and as she bounced around in front of me
it became apparent she was trying to say something and breath at the same time.
 
"Meena?" I whispered to myself, as if she hears me.
 
"Mm mmmm…," she grunted steadily up at camera with anxious eyes as she was pumped.
 
She took in a giant breathy gulp of air and let out a forceful "OH!!", then she let her head fall,
as she was pumped and reached back to push at Jalal.
 
After a short moment that their wild intense fucking continued, Meena turned to Jalal and
addressed him.
 
"Jalal... You gotta... Ugh! God! Fughhh!!" she pleaded.
 
He just gripped Meena's hips and kept fucking.
 
She shook her head forcefully, as she was mercilessly pumped from behind.
 
Again, she tried to get his attention. "Jalal... Jal-" but was cut off when he turned her face back
to force another one-sided tongue filled kiss.
 
He pulled Meena to him and hugged both his arms around her as he kissed and fucked her,
taking knee bending thrusts upward, each time bringing her heels off the floor.
 
I could only imagine the depth of his long, aggressive cock inside her enough to do the job.
 
Meena was letting out loud and throaty muffled grunts of "Ungm…Ungm…" into Jalal's
mouth with his successive thrusting up into her.
 
"God…," I muttered at the sight and sound of it.
 
She managed to free an arm to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
 
Jalal took hold of Meena's waist and just kept fucking her.
 
Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she
clearly mouthed "Please,… too much... "
 
That was it.
I saw her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air.
 
Jalal gave Meena away a moment. Just enough for her catching her breath, too.
 
 
"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."
 
"What… what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath.
"You okay, Meena?", he asked.
 
She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils.
"Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in his arms.
 
"You sure?", he insisted.
 
Again, she swallowed before answering.
 
"Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was...that was
relentless..."
 
I blinked at them on my screen, not sure what to make of it, should I go in and stop that?
 
He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face.
 
"You okay?" he asked.
 
"Yeah... Jalal..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt
him from advancing on her, "Just...God... Just a second, okay?"
 
When she could, Meena mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at my camera,
her rapid breath Hard, I saw.
 
"What is it? What should I do" I asked myself, but actually my question concerned her.
 
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
 
"Of course, Meena. Whatever you say, babe,", he said softly and asked "Should we stop?
Don't you want...?"
 
I glanced at Jalal and noticed he is watching her intently if he is worried.
 
He pulled away to stare down at her.
 
Meena just looked back up at him, biting her lip, if she is not sure what to answer.
 
"Did I do something wrong?" Jalal asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward door.
"I didn't mean…"
 
"Jalal," Meena said, still staring at him, "Today's not a good day for me... If you know what
I mean, I have some pain..." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at my camera, waiting for
his reaction.
 
I suspected that it is a day or two before her period and that is why her genitals are so sensitive.
 
", you mean is there a risk of pregnancy?" Jalal asked.
 
"No, no, not for me, I am safe,… ", she smiled, "but you are very... you go very deep...
I mean your…", Meena added shyly and continued, "that's good, it's very nice but
these are days when I'm very sensitive...".
 
"Aha... Doki is... I mean you're used to something different..." Jalal smiled.
 
"Somehow different...", she looked at the camera again, shyly again...
 
"Ohh… too painful? I am so sorry…", he was obviously bothered.
 
"Ehmmm, I am sorry baby…" she said up at camera again with sad eyes, "Kinda…",
she said looking down to her side.
 
"Mmph," I groaned at her words.
 
"Aw," Jalal said, lazily looking at her, "Sorry, Meena… I don't want you to hate me,"
 
Meena turned her head to look back at him.
 
Jalal just stared at Meena.
 
She faced forward again, looking up at camera.
 
I sensed if she wanted to speak with me, "To be honest, Nadir...I want it so bad right now,
but he is too long and big. But I know you want see me... don't you."
 
I was in a bit of haze from the last minute.
Seeing Meena fucked so silly just two minutes before, and finally, her still acknowledging
the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something, to let him...
 
Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, I knew that she cannot see me,
but I nodded, because she was right.
 
She smiled up at camera but not so obviously that he could notice, making sure
she stared long enough for me to notice the twinkle in her eye.
 
"So, should I leave Meena? What do you mean?" Jalal asked her.
 
Meena bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at him.
 
"It means, baby..." she said, looking at him smiling, "I mean, we going to do this, I want it,
I want you badly…", with her eyes lingering on him, Meena turned and walked a step
toward him.
 
She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard,
"Have a seat." Jalal went to speak, but Meena cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed."
 
Jalal climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his
back against the headboard.
 
 
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[RCF]

Wow New Horizons are exciting as hell

Why did Nadir jump into spontaneous decision to push Meena into this with out proper planning? I am sure Meena was not expecting this and no way prepared for this so I felt even though she would have eventually enjoyed it, it was like something snapped in you the moment when you and Jalal were at the door and you took him with you into your bedroom. Is your desire to watch them back to the top of your list since you now knew Meena is not emotionally invested?

Overall I wasn't expecting you guys will be back into this so soon but looks like its Jalal's day. He is so lucky to get Meena so fast and he's been dreaming about it since the day he laid eyes on her.

Very hot update and great writing.

~ RCF

[Salir]

Wow New Horizons are exciting as hell

Why did Nadir jump into spontaneous decision to push Meena into this with out proper planning? I am sure Meena was not expecting this and no way prepared for this so I felt even though she would have eventually enjoyed it, it was like something snapped in you the moment when you and Jalal were at the door and you took him with you into your bedroom. Is your desire to watch them back to the top of your list since you now knew Meena is not emotionally invested?

Overall I wasn't expecting you guys will be back into this so soon but looks like its Jalal's day. He is so lucky to get Meena so fast and he's been dreaming about it since the day he laid eyes on her.

Very hot update and great writing.

~ RCF

Thanks friend, 
I am very happy that you guys (I don't just mean guys in a sexual sense, girls are included too!) enjoy reading how 
the events develops.

Why did Nadir decide so spontaneously? 
Spontaneous decisions are often the best, and in this case it turned out in hindsight!

In any case, as you rightly mentioned, since he is sure that lovely M. will not be lost to anyone else, 
his inner devil (if one can say so) is awake again and this time even stronger...

Enjoy, 
Salir/Nadir

[Blackdick11]

What a surprise
This horny old Casanova has been waiting so eagerly for this moment, and it's finally here. 
I mean, how many times did he try(ofcourse, desparetely) to get intimate with Meena when Nadir wasn't around, but it never worked out (though they did have some steamy moments)
But Now, the tables have turned completely. This time, it's all happening right in front of Nadir...Or say with his approval...who's watching all this from his study room 
The dream he’s held onto for so long is no longer just a dream; it’s becoming his reality....

[Chandan]

very nice