The Story of Meena & Nadir Book1_An Old Debt...

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The Story of Meena & Nadir 

by: Salir

Book 1

An Old Debt Has To Be Paid… 

26.06.2015

(This is the first part of a true story. If you don't like wives having sex with men that are not their husbands, with no revenge, then I recommend not reading it.   
Salir)


A story about the life events of a couple currently living in Europe.

The events began and took place around 2009 in their home country. At the time she was 30 years old and he, 35 years old.  

The narrator is primarily the male part of the story, although the female part later also joined as an author. 

This story was first published on the not more active internet portal “Xossip” in 2015 under the title: An Old Debt Has To Be Paid…

What I present here is with the permission of the original authors and will appear in its original form over several pages.

The author has so far written the story in some parts/books.

The first book is now presented by me again.

At the express request of the author, the main title will now be "The Story of Meena & Nadir". 

The last book, called "My Loving Hot Wife Meena," is still in progress here, on Xossipy.

An Old Debt Has To Be Paid... 1

I am going to narrate a real-life story, a story about me and my wife. It is not a fabrication of my imagination.
All characters are real but have had their names changed for personal protection and any relevance to any 
person is purely a coincidence.
This is a story of blackmail, cheat, jealousy, cuckoldry relationship. If you find such themes disgusting, please 
don't continue to read this.
The main Incident happened about eight years ago. The reason why I write it now, is because I am going to be 
older and also, she. I mean my wife whom I love over everything.
I feel a need to speak about our adventures at that time and here I'm going to talk about it not only with one 
person but many…
It had never been my fantasy to see my wife in another man's arms, in another man's bed, and worse to enjoy it. 
It means to be cuckolded by my wife. Don't think I am suffering that this happened, no. Yes, sometimes I felt sad and
I lost my happiness or cried. But generally, that time and what we experienced those days were the best periods 
and memories of my life when we speak about erotic and love...
We love each other very much, and it has been a long and sensitive process to find a place where both of us are 
comfortable.
I wanted to write it some time ago, but I had no time and now I am going to be free from a part of my 
responsibilities and hope to have the time and opportunity to begin and to continue it so far. It took place not in 
India but in a neighbour country and as you can think we both are from another culture. We were and
are a normal pair.
The Names and places are fictional but even the names are similar to real ones
of Characters.
The dialogues are not entirely as they were. It happened a good few years ago and the memory fades, but their 
themes are real so far as I remember! Apart from this, I have kept a kind of journal over the last years in which I 
jotted down notes on things that have happened to us...
~ ~ ~
The Beginning ...
Let me go some years, some decades back...
I was in my third high college year when I met her. They came to our neighborhood when she was only a child. I 
saw her from the window of my room for the first time while their relocation to our neighborhood. I can 
remember after a little bit over thirty years, still exactly, it was a very hot sonny day. They were a married couple 
some years younger than my parents with three children, two daughters and one son. The oldest was a girl 
about 7 or 8 years old. As she came nearer to my window, her mother called from the Inside their new home.
‘Meena, please take care of your sister and brother.’
There was a boy about four and another girl about 5 or six years old. They all looked very pretty. Indeed, this was 
a pretty family even their mother who could be mid thirty and in my young eyes an older lady, was beautiful!
They were about 3 months in our neighbourhood before the mother of three became gradually a friend of my 
mother.
My mother invited the new family in neighbourhood for a dinner and after that
night our parents were good friends. My younger sister who was 10 years old
became a very good friend of Meena and my younger brother who is seven
years my junior was actually always at their house playing with children.
The years went by and in a beautiful afternoon in spring, when I was twenty-two years old and while my Medical 
College studying, I discovered my love for her!
Meena was now 17 years old, and she was the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen with long brown hair 
and the prettiest, deep brown eyes. Not long ago from now, she was looking at some magazine. She showed me 
a picture of an Indian actress. I thought I am looking at a photo of Meena. She herself was also very surprised 
about the similarity.
It was a photo of Huma Qureshi!...
At that time, I was dreaming every day and every night about her. She had the most beautiful smile when she 
looked at me.
I could see from her looks that she knew I am in love with her, and she was enjoying this.
She is now even after so many years very attractive, a stunning thirty-eight year old woman with wavy dark 
brown hair but her smile enchants me still. She stands about 5' 6" tall. Her weight fluctuates between 125 and 
130 pounds. Her measurements were and I suppose are still 36C-24-36. She has perfect coconut sized breasts 
that sway a little when she walks. Her nipples become very hard at the touch. She has very fair skin, a tight body 
and a firm butt for her age.
Those days, one time I asked my sister if she likes I take her with to see a new famous movie and I told her she 
can take Meena also with. She was delighted and told me she is going to ask Meena if she likes to accompany 
us. Meena accepted this immediately.
Next weekend we went to a cinema near their college. That was our first being together without our parents. We 
laughed and changed meaningful looks with each other.
In three months, everybody in both Families knew that we loved each other.
Even her uncle Mansour noted this. He was a colleague of her father and the
best friend of the family. He was at those days a man somehow overweight with average height, a balding head, 
and very hairy body. You could see this from his hairy chest and arms. He was a bit over forty years and had 
always a friendly behaviour and laughing face. He was not good-looking, but the women always liked him 
because he was entertaining, and he made them laugh all time when
he was around. he had at first no family himself.
I heard his only relative is his old mother who lived in another city. Everybody could see Meena's uncle Mansour 
loved the children of his friend. He was often
at their home and played with kids and they loved him too. He and Mr. Salimi, the father of Meena had some 
important job and responsibility in an insurance company.
Meena and I were enjoying our youth and our sweet life.
After two years we were actually always together. We decided to marry after
I finished my study next year, and both families were delighted over our plan.
~ ~ ~
The Guest ...
But before this, something upsetting took place. Uncle Mansour was arrested.
Meanwhile he had married and had a two-year-old son. There was some corruption suspected in their 
company. 
After some months it was sure that he and one colleague of him were guilty. This colleague was a friend of him, 
who was brought to their company by Mansour. He was about the same age but in a lower position in the 
company and I heard he had a not so clean and clear past.
I have seen this friend of him only one time on the street as he spoke to Meena's father and uncle Mansour.
He was a very thin and small person, so small that as I saw him, he had reminded me of a Midget! It was said 
that they had misappropriated and stolen a great sum of money.
The whole Salimi family even children were very upset and depressed. This was normal because everybody in 
the family and especially Meena loved Uncle Mansour very much. She was very upset because of his family and 
especially his son. While he was in jail Meena and her parents visited him frequently but after some months 
daily life dominated, and the visits were only from her parents, and this was also not so frequent and I heard it 
was stopped after two years. Meanwhile we heard that his wife wanted a divorce, then they separated, and she 
took their son with to another city.
We married just after I finished my medical study. Her Parents gave us a beautiful house as wedding Present. 
Actually, the house belonged Meena. It was a big house for us two, with adjacent small Building for guests, a 
garden with swimming pool and two garages. We had noticed that her family had now more money to spend. 
My parents were told that Mr. Salami’s deceased Aunt was very rich, and he inherited her legacy. My Meena was 
now 20 and a really beautiful Lady. She was studying laboratory sciences. Some months after our marriage, Mr. 
Salami was retired, and his family migrated to another city some hundred Kilometres away. This was the city 
where he and my mother-in-law were originally from.
Now it was a little bit quieter around us. We had a perfect marriage; we loved each other, and we enjoyed our 
youth and comfortable life. That's not to say we never had disagreements or got crabby with each other. We did, 
but it was generally short-lived. Although we did not have all the same interests, but we had the same core 
values.
I was working successfully for my specialization in the university hospital and my lovely wife began the last 
semester of her study. We had decided to get our baby after her graduation.
For me our sex life was very good, and I thought Meena feels the same. Although it was not kinky by any means, 
we had normal sex. We had our fair share of variety in the bedroom. When I say it was not kinky, I mean we were 
not into bondage, S and M, partner swapping or anything like that, and we were not to experiment with different 
extra ways to pleasure each other. Obviously, she was satisfied with this, and I had to accept it because I loved 
her over everything.
I often wanted to share my sexual fantasies with thinking about other ways or other persons in our sex life which 
was very arousing for me, but as I said it was only my fantasy, involving other people even if it was just a fantasy 
made me jealous. That is why I did not allow me to speak about these fantasies. Meena and I have been 
completely faithful to each other throughout our marriage. In fact, my loving wife had never sex with another 
man.
The year after that she finished her study and began to work in the Hospital where I worked. It was ideal for me 
to have her near to me. Practically we were all time together.
This was when she tried to get pregnant. She was now 22 and I was 27 years old. Best age for us two, to became 
parents.
But after some months trying there was no sign of pregnancy. After consultation with Gynaecologist, it was 
clear that there is no chance for her to become pregnant. She had as young girl some infection that made it 
impossible. This was very depressant for her.
I tried to calm her but there was always a type of sadness in her eyes to notice.
But generally, we were lucky and satisfied with our life. Another disappointing incident happened at this time. 
Her father Mr. Salimi had a heart attack and after 2 days in hospital was dead. This was another sad time for all 
the family. Even my parents were very affected. Meena was upset for months.
4 years later I finished my Specialization exams, and our financial situation improved more. Every one of us had 
a car and we often made holidays in exotic countries and enjoyed our life.
When Meena's 30thbirthday came, I took her out for a nice, romantic dinner.
This night turned out to be one of the most important nights of our life. We shared some great conversation and 
some good laughs. She looked magnificent. And I had plans for our night together. Late at night as we got back 
home, we saw somebody had called and left a massage on telephone.
Hello, my princess, do you know me still? I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.
I love to see you after so many years. I am in a hotel, and this is the tel. number…
It was surprising for us. This was Uncle Mansour. He was the only one who called my Meena as princess.
We talked about it, and then Meena told me: “You know, now when I think, I remember that these days he 
should be freed after twelve years in jail. It is a shame to me that I forgot this. We have to ride to him.”
After 15 minutes we were in his hotel. He looked at least seventy years older, though he was about sixty. He was 
completely bald and had a large belly. He looked darker in his normally red face. But he was smiling as always. I 
could see that he has some old clothes on. Even his shoes were old and spent.
He took Meena in his strong and hairy arms and kissed her face and held her hands in his, looked in her eyes 
and said: “My princess, you look so wonderful, my princess is now a very beautiful lady.”
Then saw me and shook hands: “And this is our young Doctor, I am so proud of you both…”
We sat in his hotel room and chatted about half an hour. He told us that he had not much money but have to 
sell one of two inherited houses from his mother to make some capital for rest of his life. Her mother had died 
some time ago and he was her only family member left behind. He repeated he was not guilty, and some other 
colleagues were responsible for stolen money from his company. I was not sure if this is true.
On the other side Salimi family were sure that he was not guilty, especially Meena.
I had the feeling that in addition to her feelings for him as her dear and kind uncle, now he is for her as 
substitute father after death of her real father. Actually, we spoke and laughed about the old times, when she 
and her siblings were young. I was astonished that he did not spoke much about her father.
I thought perhaps he does not want Meena to remember him and became sad.
She was now so happy that he is free, her uncle who was innocent but was arrested and gone to prison for so 
many years…. she spoke even about the
person or persons who took the money and told him: “Even papa was not sure
if you don’t have to do with this, but I was all time sure and told everybody this was not you, not my uncle, I said 
always and by every opportunity that my uncle is innocent. I told everyone that you are only a victim.”
And then leaned forward, embraced him and kissed his face one more time.
As Meena looked at me, she saw that I am a little bit bored and tired.
She stood up and said: “Now uncle Mansi you are going to stay with us for the next time as long as you are here, 
you need a house to live and rest after so many unpleasant events and so much suffering. I don’t accept your 
staying in a hotel, our home is also yours, isn’t so Nadir?”
The last sentence was spoken in my direction. I responded: “Sure, there is no doubt, you are welcome.”
And then we left the hotel.
At home we were all tired. We brought him to our Guest house and then went
to sleep.
Our Guest house was a separate building for Meena's family when they came
to visit. It was opposite to main building. It was a one floor building on other side of swimming pool with a big 
living room and one bedroom. It had all necessary infrastructure and comfort, even own combination of kitchen 
and dining room.
As we relaxed in our bed Meena turned to my side and said: “Tomorrow I am going with him shopping, he needs 
some new clothes, but he had no money,
I have to give him some money, I owe him...”
I could say nothing but: “It is okay, I go with.” ….
~ ~ ~
The Truth ...
Next day was a Saturday. At breakfast I had some strange feeling. Not because a third person sitting there but 
some unpleasant feeling. Perhaps I sensed that this day was going to change our life. After breakfast we gone to central shopping street. She paid for his new clothes and shoes, even helped him to choose and sometimes asked my opinion.
We got our lunch outside and afternoon about three o'clock we were at home.
He took his new things and said that he is tired and wants to sleep an hour. I was also tired, but I had some work 
to take care of. I went to my Study room and my wife told me she is going also to lie down for some minutes.
At about 7 o'clock I called Mansour to com for dinner. After eating we sat in living room to chat and look at TV.
I asked him what his plan for future is. He looked at Meena who was sitting opposite to us and drinking a cup of 
tea. He had a smile on his face and then responded: 'I am not sure first I have to sell one house; I mean my 
mother's house which now belongs me. I don't know how much it is worth. Then I can start to plan. I'm leaving 
tomorrow for my native town. I thank you both for your hospitality…'
Meena said: “It is clear, you are my uncle, and you are always welcome. You don't need to thank us.”
I added: “Nevertheless.”
We chatted a little bit about this and that. I looked at watch. I was tired and it was about 10 o'clock.
Then apologized and said I am very tired and going to sleep.
Meena told me I am coming soon, my dear.
I went upstairs to sleep…
It was late at night when I woke up. I turned on my bedside lamp. I was alone
in bed, where is Meena? I thought. The door of bedroom was not completely
shut and I heard some softly speech from downstairs. They were still awake and speaking. I stand up to go to 
restroom then I heard some weeping sound. I went out of bedroom in dark and stood on last upper stair. I 
noticed they are not more in the living room. They were in the dining room. Carefully I went the stairs down to 
the last stair. They couldn’t see me, but I could hear them clearly, the doors to kitchen and dining room were 
open.
She was crying and talking in between: “I don't believe it; it can't be true.”
He spoke quietly and relaxed: “We were not two but three, the third one was he. We went to jail, and he took all 
money. But we remained loyal. He was after all, my best friend. I told Saleh (Saleh was the friend which was 
arrested too) it has no sense to reveal your father. And now I am here and your father, my best friend who 
betrayed me and Saleh is dead. He spent our money for him and his family, and he had not even a guilty 
conscience at that. In the last years he forgot us completely and last seven years did not even visit me in jail.
Now Mansour sounded angry, and his tone was rough and full of hate.
I was completely paralyzed. Finally, I had the answers for my questions about
my father-in-law and his wealth in the last years. The story about rich aunt was not true.
First, I decided to interrupt them and help my poor and broken wife.
But before this, she spoke: “But we have no money. I can sell our house and give you some money, but please 
don't publicize this about my father, I give you everything I can but please don't speak about this, especially not 
with my family. I will talk about that with Nadir. I am sure about him; he loves me and he will help…”
I made some quiet steps and stopped at the door which was half open. They could not see me. Careful to stay 
in darkness and not to be discovered, I looked in. They were sitting at dining table. She had her elbows on the 
table and her hands on her face and was crying.
He had his left arm around her shoulders: “You know princess, I know how you love me, I love you also and I 
don't want to hurt you. I don't want your money. I don't want to destroy your luck and your nice life I am going to 
talk with Saleh Leave him to me. But.”
She turned her face to him and said, “Thank you uncle. Give me some time, I give you what I can, we need some 
time to sell the house and…”
“Meena, as I told, I don’t need your money...”, He interrupted her.
“But we have to do something for you, now you have lost not only so many years of your life in jail and captivity 
but also, everything else. And my fool father was guilty about the situation too,”.
“Yes, sure he was. But do you know what I want?”, He asked.
She thought for a moment and said: “Tell me uncle, what can we do for you?”
“Not all of you but only you my beautiful Princess, only you can give me what I want as compensation…”.
There was silence. She looked at him for a short time with her beautiful and tearful eyes and then said quietly: 
“What else can I do for you uncle…”
“I love you and ever since your last visit in prison, I could not get your image, your lovely face and your beautiful 
body out of my mind. I thought about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, 
touch you, kiss you and taste you. I just can't stand it anymore.”, Mansour replied.
Meena was shocked. 
I thought she is going to faint. She looked speechless with wide eyes at him for a long time. Then there came a 
word from her mouth with a tone which was unknown for me: “What do you say uncle, why do you say such 
things, are you crazy? Why are you doing this to me, uncle?”, “I thought you love me like your daughter and I 
believed on you, we were best friends.”.
“Sure, we're best friends. I want to stay your friend; we remain really good friends, but not only simple friends... 
but very special, very close friends. And nobody is going to find out it”, he said.
“This is crazy; I don't want to hear it more.”, Meena said and then immediately she stood up. 
He held tightly on her right wrist, and commanded: “Sit down Meena, I tell you when you can go otherwise...”
Meena sat down reluctantly.
He went on: “I give you time to think and decide.”
He stood up, leaned forward and took her face in his hands and turned to him. She was now looking in his eyes 
with her tearful eyes.
He leaned forward and for the first time kissed shortly and lightly her lips.
She pulled her face back and looked disgusting at him. He continued, “I am leaving tomorrow morning and 
come back in some days, make your decision.”
I hurried upstairs to our bedroom. I lay down on the bed and heard that he closed the front door behind him. 
My thoughts were completely blurred and my brain out of function. I felt anger and hate. But I didn't know what 
to do.

I decided finally to do nothing! She had to decide if she is talking with me about it or not. I respect her decision. 
I am not going to ask questions or anything like that. 
Meena came in after about fifteen minutes. I tried to pretend that I am sleeping when I heard her steps.
She went to the bathroom and then came back and lay down next to me. I could hear her quiet crying.
I turned me over and take her in my arms. She hugged me tenderly not to wake me up. I slept after some 
minutes. 
Thank God next day was Sunday, and I could rest a little bit longer, but I am sure that Meena did not 
sleep well...
~ ~ ~
Bad Uncle! …
At breakfast table it was obvious that Meena was awake all night. Her eyes told me that she has been crying 
long.
She had all day swollen red eyes and was mentally absent. She complained of a headache, and I tried not to 
disturb her all day. I went to work in my study. For dinner I took Meena to her favourite Italian restaurant. 
Although she ate almost nothing.
The following days went by rapidly, we were both very busy in hospital and it was a good Thing to be busy, 
especially for Meena.
She didn’t speak with me about that night and the incident.
After five days on next Saturday afternoon Mansour was at our door. 
He kissed Meena on her cheeks completely normal as always. 
As we sat in the living room Meena made some Coffee and we chatted about Mansour’s house and his plans. 
He had appointed an immobile Company to sell his house, and he said this all takes time. Then we spoke about 
the beauty of his home town and the sea next to that city.
Meena was all time very quiet and looked either at me or to the window.
After an hour he stood up and left to have a short nap. I told Meena for dinner we can go away to a near 
restaurant. She answered no, she had prepared the dinner before.
After dinner we sat to look at a TV-movie. All the time Meena tried not to be in direct speech with him. She went 
more than necessary to kitchen and stayed for some long minutes there.
About ten o’ clock I stand up and said: “Excuse me but I have to go sleep. Tomorrow is for me a long work day. 
Good night.”
Mansour replied: “I wish you both also a good night. But before I go sleep, do you mind if I talk with Princess 
about her financial helps to me? You know, I received a part of my mother's rest money. It is a good sum. And I 
like to pay back my debt.”
'This makes me happy for you then see you tomorrow.'
I went to Kitchen, kissed Meena on her cheeks and told her I am going to lay down, and Mansour wants to speak 
with her. 
She nodded her head and said: “Good night darling.”
I went upstairs, changed and five minutes later I was standing in upper floor next to the stairway. I stood silently 
in a dark corner, so that from downstairs nobody could see me. Nevertheless, I could hear and even see what’s 
going on there.
Meena came back in the living room and sat left side of him, not on couch but on a separate chair.
They were both silent for a short time then he turned to her and asked quietly: “Did you think about it, did you 
decide princess?”
Meena began to cry with her head in her hands: “You are blackmailing me Mansi, you give me no chance...”
“Everything has its prize, my dear…”, he said sluggish.
“I had confidence in you, but I was wrong…”, Meena said.
“My dear princess, all this has no sense what you say. I try to protect you and your family.”, he said.
“Please don't make me do this.” She looked at him and pleaded, her big, beautiful eyes filling with tears already.
“I am not making you do anything princess. This is only a deal. You know my mother died and I had not an 
opportunity to visit her for five years. I was not even by her side as she died, do you understand this?”
“I know, you have suffered so much, it makes me sad, but am I guilty? Why do you do this to me? He who was 
responsible for your misfortune is dead and if this is your revenge…”, she tried to change his decision. 
“This is no revenge. I admire you and I desire you and can’t take revenge on you, even if I decided to take one. I 
know you are not guilty. It was our fault. You are most innocent and perfect person in the world. Perhaps this is 
why I want you. For me you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world, I don't know if your husband 
knows it. I don't think so. He is busy with his plans and his work, but I need you and I'll get you. Do you 
understand me?”
“You know that if Nadir ever knew this, he'd kill us both.”, Meena said.
He laughed quietly, “He will not know.”
She stared at him through her tears. She was silent for some minutes and only looking at him. I could not read 
anything in her eyes, not even Anger or hate.
I think this was for her the time Phase in which, the reality of her situation was finally sinking in.
She stood up slowly, so if she is firming her resolve. glanced at him for a short moment and said softly: “I don’t 
know if I can do it.” Then turned and went in the Kitchen.
He paused one minute, then stood up and followed her.
I didn't know what to do. Perhaps it was the time to intervene. But I thought I know her, she will rule it and 
everything will be okay. Perhaps in my inside I wanted to be sure that my loving wife is faithful. Perhaps in my 
inside I wanted to test her love for me.

The kitchen door was open. In the living room we had normally a dim light. There were some spots only to 
lighten the sitting space. She doesn't like when there is not too much light in the room. I tiptoed quietly 
downstairs and stopped behind the kitchen door. Now I could see them. She was by the kitchen sink, and he 
was standing one step behind and looking at her back. Meena knew sure that he stands there. He moved 
forward, slipped his hands around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She tried to free herself at first, but he grew 
bolder, turned her around and tried to kiss her and meanwhile ran his hands over her hips. Meena was wearing 
as usual at home some jeans. 
She pushed him away, shook her hand angrily and said emphatically: “No, please no… uncle, you’re a guest in 
our home, give me your word you’ll behave. Otherwise, we’ll wake up Nadir.”
Mansour just laughed good-naturedly: “Nadir sleeps deep, he is sure now out to the world.”
He started gently to caress her cheek with back of his right hand. His left hand was now holding her shoulder.
 Then he said confidently and victoriously: “I know you have decided for me. Otherwise, he was informed about 
it. Then why do you resist?”
And tried again to kiss her lips, she tried one time more to push him away: “This is not true...”
Mansour's tone changed a Little and I heard he is impatient: “I seems to me that you don't understand. I for my 
part renounce my right but If I left loose, Saleh gives you and your family no chance. You don't know him, he is 
violent and since our release I put myself against him for you and protect you all. What I ask for this all is only 
that you are a little nice to me...”
He tried again to kiss her lips, she tried one time more to push him away, “I need time, please wait…” She took 
one step back.
He came nearer and continued: “But I have no time my princess. I am too old to wait, who knows if there will be 
a tomorrow for me. I have waited a long, long time and now I have what I want. There is no negotiation. Sorry. 
But I promise you that Nadir will never hear about this if you don’t tell him about us.”
Meena had one time more flushed face and tearful eyes. She turned her back to him and looked down and said, 
“But I can't do this, you can't be serious, you are my uncle, it is wrong.”
Mansour slipped his arm around her waist and kissed softly her neck and murmured: “It can’t be wrang, this is 
only love and love never is wrong.”
This time she did not reject seriously. This astonished me. This old, fat, balding man, who was even somehow 
shorter than her was going to seduce my lovely young wife. At this moment I had a strong heart palpitation and 
some strange feeling. I was upset and mentally injured but on the other side very excited. I thought this is 
because I was nervous thinking that they could catch me, but even I could feel my dick lightly erected!
This was new for me. Another guy tries to kiss my wife and that excites me!
I thought this is because we hadn't had sex for days and now my balls were aching to be released.
He turned her toward himself again and attempted to kiss her on her lips.
Meena pushed against his chest, turning her head to the side, but I could see his hands were holding the 
cheeks of her ass tightly, crushing her against his groin.
I could see by Meena’s red face that she was pretty upset. He tried to turn her face toward his and after a short 
struggle she gave way. 
He finally forced her face toward himself and looked straight in her eyes, then lowered his face into the softness 
of her neck. I could hear her quiet murmurs of protest, but Mansour didn't seem to care.
Suddenly, I noticed his hands were on her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples through her white shirt. 
One arm across her chest, he unbuttoned her shirt as she glared at him. She was trembling: “Stop it! Stop it! 
Stop it now Mansi!"
She was almost crying at this point: “I’ll scream, Mansi.”
I heard her say softly: “Nadir will hear me.”
Mansour laughed: “An explosion couldn’t wake him up. Relax. Your screaming or yelling can cause only trouble 
for you.”
She started to say something, but Mansour crushed his mouth down on hers.
I could see from my distance she was giving an honest effort to resist, but Mansour was too strong. He was 
trying to hold her motionless. He had her beautiful breasts bare now. While playing with her nipples, he forced 
his tongue on her lips. Mansour’s both hands were on her buttocks now.
I had gone from a guy curious about whether his wife would be faithful to a man with a raging hard on. I was 
terribly excited. My cock was stiff as an iron stick.
I had since my teenager years not such a hard on only from looking at some erotic scene. Now this was 
happening with my lovely Wife. Mansour’s knee was between her long legs as he continued kissing her.
I heard her trembling voice: “No, God damn it, Mansi. Stop it now!”
Mansour was not about to stop. I heard Meena gasp. At first, she simply stood there, there was no resistance 
more. She let him kiss her. It was a passionate, lip mashing kiss. He tried to force his tongue in her mouth. My 
beautiful Meena was responding to his playing tongue on her lips, but she resisted to open her mouth.
I could see Mansour was getting to her at last.
Now I heard a soft moan of protest from her. Then she screamed softly.
First, she didn’t respond, trying to resist, hold something back, but finally she groaned and wrapped her arms 
around his back, kissing him back on his lips just as vigorously.
I almost came right then. It didn’t take long, Mansour stopped their kiss and said with a firm voice: “Come, we 
go to my bedroom.”
I think Meena only now realized what is going on. She released her from his embracing and said: “No Mansi, you 
go sleep. We don’t want my husband to wake up and come after me. Please go sleep, we have time...”
I could imagine that he for sure wanted more, but otherwise knew the way the game was played he needed to 
wait and come at her again when she would give him a little more.
Then she looked direct in his eyes and continued: “I promise you…”
She kissed him shortly on his lips and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and let her go, then said: 
“Okay, but You have to promise me first something.”
“What?”
“You don’t put on Jeans or any other trousers when I am around. I want to see you always with skirts on. I like to 
see your shapely legs.”
“But I can't promise it. I would try sometimes...”
“Sorry, but there is no negotiation. All time when I am here, and no rejection, understood?”
“But…”
He said forcefully: “You heard me.”
Then she said softly: “Yes, I promise.”
“Tomorrow night is my last night before I travel. You know what that means?”, he took her again in his 
arms, turned her face to him, looked in her eyes and said: “You are mine; you belong to me…is this clear?”
This was too much. I was married to her, but I had never dared to say or even think that I own her. I waited for 
her reaction.
She hesitated a moment then her head nodded while looking down.
He said firmly: “Look at me when talking and respond my question.”
She looked at his face and murmured: “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I belong to you Mansi.”
“Good, that's what I wanted to hear.”
Then looked at her up and down and added: “I see you tomorrow my princess. Don’t forget about what you put on.”
She nodded again.
I hurried quietly to stairs and up in our bedroom. After some minutes Meena also was there. She lay down, 
turned to me and hugged me...
~ ~ ~
Looking at Old Photos ...
I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking all time. I didn’t know what she was going to do and this made me 
uncomfortable and sleepless. But obviously she was also still not sure what to do. I trusted her. She was never 
the type of even a bit of flirting. I wondered how far she will let things to go? How far before she actually does 
the act and cheats on me? And then the question that came next; what would I do about it? I should have 
stopped this before it started but now, I found that, I was too excited to do anything but observe.
Meena was sure a passionate wife and eager about sex.
My only complaint was that she had a rather conventional idea of what was proper so much so that since long 
time I was sure that pushing her to be more adventurous about sex, would be actually counterproductive.
I had always been gentlemanly; she was therefore taken by surprise by Mansour’s physical aggression she 
encountered now and did not really know how to respond to it. Perhaps he misinterpreted her mild refusals as
 shyness and timidity; her physical resistance was so hesitant and weak that he probably took it to be untruthful 
and hollow.
Meena’s behaviour when he kissed and touched her, seemed as she was responsive.
I think he believed she'd do anything he wanted her to do and that she wanted to do it, though she was too 
ashamed to admit it.
I thought tonight at first, she herself was not sure what to do and how to behave. She said to me one-time years 
ago, perhaps shortly after our marriage, actually she did not think much about the sex itself, but she wanted to 
be liked, she loved the romantic attention. This was the reason why I didn’t dare to go further with sexual 
activities.
In recent months I was very busy with my work and now after this incident, I had the feeling that I had neglected 
her. I think my treatment of her in last times had driven her to emotional longing and our sex life was actually 
partially empty for her. So that she wanted to be loved demonstrative, emotionally and physically. In the end of 
my sleeplessness I came to conclusion that it was all my fault if she was going to give herself to him, my own 
fault.
This was emotionally a moment of a deep pain in me. But despite all of fantasies of mine, I could never really 
imagine her getting in bed with him...

~ ~ ~
Next day she was trying to behave normally. We exchanged some words while driving to hospital. I was slightly 
clear-headed than last sleepless night. I thought I am not allowed to neglect or forget the most important factor 
and cause of her behaviour: the blackmailing! but why she does not talk with me about it?
Obviously, she didn't want me or any other in the family to know about her father.
She is sacrificing herself! Okay, this matched to her. But then the devil was back in my head: Was that the only 
reason for her behaviours? I had the egoistic and childlike feeling that she had her secrets which she is hiding 
from me. Therefore, I was perhaps deep in my inner a bit angry with her.
At lunch we were sitting vis-à-vis as always and chatting some normal issue but all the time she seemed 
worried and thinking. I was very curious and excited, what is going to happen this night? I suggested for dinner 
to go away. She accepted it and told me to invite Mansour too.
I said: “Sure.”

~ ~ ~
To be continued

[Salir]

The Story of Meena & Nadir 

by: Salir

Book 1

An Old Debt Has To Be Paid… 

...........

Thank you, my friend, for taking this on.

Salir

[Projectmp]

I haven't read the original story. But heard about it a lot in erotica world. Really excited to follow this one.

[Kaykav]

An Old Debt Has To Be Paid… 2


Afternoon I was planning some change in security system of our house. I took the Friday free, but I didn’t tell her 
about it. Then as we moved in our house, Meena's father talked us into a very specialized alarm-security 
system. He claimed that in the event of theft, if we have a modern security-system we would have no problem 
with insurance company to be paid. We let some cameras to be installed in the house.
They were the best quality and very sensitive. I told Meena that this is worth to invest in such technical 
perfection and the price do not matter. The cameras were very small, and they transmitted images from each 
corner even from guest house or garden. Their function was dependent of movement in the space which 
controlled by each of them. They were hidden and secret. Nobody should be able to detect them, unless he 
knew about their location! They could be turned on or off by a switch in the garage.
I did this always manually when leaving. This turned the security system and cameras on.
When they were on, once the motion sensors had been tripped the cameras recorded everything but then they 
stopped if there was no movement after five minutes.
The cameras were linked to a hard disc with high capacity and automatically every active camera was recorded. 
I could look at recorded films and eventually after controlling them to delete or download the files on my 
computer.
Each room had multiple cameras, so every angle was covered and nothing was missed.
If I wanted, I could even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if
I needed to. When we were home, I kept the cameras turned off and I controlled the whole system through my PC.
Now I wanted to be the only one who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on. Anotrher Point 
was to Change the system so that turning off the security system only turn off the alarms but not inactivate the 
cameras. But I wanted that nobody knew about this. Especially not Meena. I intended to control
and record our house even if we or one of us at home. I wanted to separate
the two systems, cameras and security system with alarm which were primarily integrated, to make it possible 
the cameras to be active without security system. In addition, I planned to let some very sensitive microphones 
to be installed which should function simultaneously to cameras, I wanted to see and hear what is going on 
when he is there and they two are alone even if I am not at home.
One of my Patients was a specialist for electronic devices.
I phoned him, explained my plan and made an appointment with him. He was
not curious and did not ask about my target.
At five o’clock we were home. Meena said she needs to take a bath. As she appeared in the living room I saw 
she is wearing a white blouse with a green knee length loose skirt. Normally she wears jeans and rarely a skirt at 
home.
I had to admire her beautiful legs in that. She had loose hair and seemed more relaxed.
I asked: “You wear skirts at home?”
She laughed and said: “This is the first time that you notice this. I needed some variety. This is for you my dear, 
to look at me sometimes.”
I was a little bit injured and jealous. I knew that was not for me but for her old, fat uncle. Did she it willingly and 
wanted to satisfy him or was she seriously forced to do it? Yes, he demanded her to put on skirts but did not tell 
something about her hand and foot nails. They were polished purple red like years ago as she was a young 
student.
In last years she had a light polish color if any and this only on her hands.
Mansour was not still there. Later he came home and went direct to his room.
After half an hour we were sitting and chatting. He told us about his day and explained his meetings with some 
old friends in terms of Investigation for a small business in his home city.
Meena was comparing to last day very relaxed, but I felt she refused to look directly in his eyes. Finally, she 
looked at wall clock and told me: “I prepare something for dinner, we do not go away to eat, you want sure look 
at your loving Snooker game on TV as every Monday.”
I looked at his direction: “If it doesn’t matter.”
He laughed: “No, I prefer also to sit here and chat with my lovely Princess and look at old photos we intended to 
see, but meantime I bring a bottle champagne which I bought today.”
'We have to celebrate the progress of my business plans...'
While eating he made silly flirtatious jokes and glanced at Meena lustfully when he thought I might not see him. 
She in turn blushed at his attention. Meena was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation.
After dinner we sat again in dining room chatting for a while and the champagne flowed. Meena was now 
glowing and in a little carefree mood.
There was some slow music playing on the Stereo as always. Mansour looked at her and said: “This a nice 
music; reminds me of old times and my youth. Would you dance with me please?”
I knew all too well that when Meena has some alcoholic drink, she gets a bit too relaxed. She looked short at 
me and then turned to him: “Sure uncle if you wish... But we go to living room for a short time before sports 
program begins.”
“Okay as you wish, but you need to have patience with me. I haven't danced since over ten years..”
He stood up and extends his hand as if to lead her to dance floor. Meena didn't
refused and took his hand. They went in living room, and I followed and sat on the couch. It was a dim light 
there as always. He led her with his both hands
on her sides and she put her hands on his shoulder. They danced with distance.
He knew that I was watching.
Then the music stopped and began a quick piece of latina music.
They separated and he said: “I am too old for this one. Thank you, my darling princess.”
She leaned a bit and responded: “It was a pleasure for me my uncle.”
And they laughed.
It was time for my favourite sport program.
Mansour told Meena: “What about old photos you promised to show me?”
She looked at me, I told: “Okay I sit down to TV, you can go look at photos and admire your Youth!”
She looked at me offended and he said: “It is right for me what you say, but Princess looks just like those times 
as she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl in the city.”
She looked at him, smiled and said: “Thank you my uncle. He’s unashamed and sometimes I think he needs to 
learn how to speak with and about a Woman.”
He grinned and said: “I hope he is at least better in his other important duties
as a husband.”
She laughed and answered: “I don’t claim but more to learn about that, is also not bad for him.”
“I see...” He added and they both laughed.
She was practically flirting with him.
I was a little irritated and said: “Okay, that is enough. It is time for me.”
We went all in the dining room. I took my Glass and went out.
He sat vis-a-vis to the open door to the living room. This door was normally always open, and you see could the 
dining table completely.
Then looked forward and stand up and came to the door: “I shut the door, otherwise we disturb you…”
Meanwhile was Meena back with Photo albums from upstairs and came in from the other door. I saw her 
questioning look before the door to me was shut. I heard him saying: “Now Nadir has his rest. By the way today I 
had also an appointment with Saleh...”
One moment there was a silence, then Meena asked: “Is he here?”
“Yes, he is also searching for a job and wanted to know what I am doing. He asked about your family too.”
Again silence. Meena asked: “He plans to stay here?”
“No he is going back to our home town. But he was very upset, and I had to calm him down. He needs money to 
live. I have to do something for him.”
I was sure that to speak about Saleh was his plan to unsettle and worry her. Mansour wanted to emphasize that 
he controls the situation and to stress indirectly the harm which can caused by Saleh. He was trying to accent 
that he is the one who prevents this harm to Meena and her family. I was sure that he had success with his aim. 
I knew Meena, she was sure now more worried.
I turned TV on, turned the tune volume a little louder.
Then I hurried to the other door.
It was shut too. I waited a little and tried to hear something, but there was only silence. Then I had some idea. 
We have another room in ground floor. This was originally planned for servants from the past owner of house. 
We had never a servant. Meena changed it to a walk-in closet. The door from this room to dining room was 
always locked. There was a glass window in upper part of door, and under the window, there was a slot possibly 
for head of house to be heard when calling the servant. I went into the closet and shut the door carefully. There 
was a dimly light coming from dining room lamp. The short Ladder for Wardrobe normally stood exactly at right 
place in front of the door. I climbed on the ladder until I was at the right level.
I didn't expect that what happens great in this moment, but I was wrang.
They were looking at photo albums on dining table. Mansour was sitting near to the locked door and Meena sat 
on his left side. They sat at narrow side of the table. This was the far end of dining table when coming from living 
room, but vis-à-vis to the door of the living room. I thought this was intentional because
so, they had more control over that door and me. They wanted not to be caught. I think he wanted it so.

They sat very close to each other. He had his left hand on her shoulder and caressed her neck, his other hand 
was on the table. Meena was busy browsing the album. She made sometime an explanation about photos. I 
could see clearly the nearness of their body and especially their thighs together. Several times, as she moved, 
her skirt slid little back down her thighs.
After a short time he whispered something in her ear.
I heard only one word:  ‘….skirt.’
I thought perhaps he is thanking her for wearing a skirt. Then he took her hand right in his. She stopped to look 
at album and turned to him, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Meena stopped him and said softly: ‘Wait a 
moment.’ …and stood up.

I hurried down and out, and at the moment that she opened the living room door I was by WC door I pretended 
to go in. She asked: ‘Do you need some drink?’
I said: ‘Only water, thank you.’
“Stay you long?”
“No, I am going to work upstairs then sleeping. The game is boring. You also don’t stay too late. You must go to 
bed to get up early for work.”
I didn’t wait for her reply and went in.
After one minute I came out. A glass of water was on the table. I drank it, turned off the TV and the main light 
then went back to closet. From the closet window I could watch as Meena came back from kitchen and went to 
door of living room, opened it and looked around.
She noticed that the light is off and I am not more there. Then she shut the door and went back to him. Mansour 
was watching her with admiring eyes.
He told her: ‘Stay there. I want to see your sexy legs…’
She smiled and stayed two steps away from table.
He ordered: ‘Now turn around…’
Meena turned slowly around. I saw his eyes which followed her movements. He was enjoying his power on her. I 
noticed her smile. Obviously, she was delighted by his interest and attention on her. My cock was hard. I was 
also the game. Everybody was enjoying it!
Almost perfect. But two more things.
At this moment she was with her back to him and began to turn around, but he said: “Stay still!”
Then added: “First you are going to cut your hair like old times and second you are going to put on the necklace I 
gave you for your 16th birthday, at least when we are alone.”
and then approached from behind to her...

~ ~ ~

Intimate Touches...

I thought now Mansour was sure pleased that he had her so ready and manageable, even obedient, under 
control.
Her back was turned to him, and she was only wearing her light blouse, her green skirt and sandals. I thought 
she wears sandals not to be too tall. He was a relatively small man, and she wanted not to be taller than him 
sure. I admired Meena’s rounded hips which were simply perfect, smoothly contoured and faultless curved. 
Her ass was in a word, womanly. Not a small, compact or bubble type. No, but Just ideally suitably to the rest of 
her body. It was an implicit vision of pledge and an invitation to absolute forbidden desires. Her arms were 
shapely and well-formed, with no indication of looseness. Her legs were impressively beautiful. They were 
perfectly and in the best possible way matching her height, with excellently turned calve.
At that moment as I watched all this, I thought my Meena is just the perfect woman, and I thought Mansour 
stands there watching on her back, sees this all and thinks the same.
Now he was immediately behind her. While he nuzzled and kissed her neck, he
stretched out his right hand up under her loose blouse to feel her front and his left Hand slipped under it to 
touch her back. As I watched all this, I thought I am sexually basically very inhibited. He was much older but 
much more aggressive than I had ever been sexually. I immediately had the feeling, rather foreboding
in my heart that if my wife gave in just a little to what he wanted, he would take that for permission and go 
ahead and take it all and not even take an eventual no from her mouth for an answer, unless absolutely 
physically denial and rejection from her side to what he wanted.
I spied further on, now Mansour had gotten a hand on her right almost bare tit up under the blouse then with his 
left hand opened the top two buttons of blouse and began first to caress her left breast under small satin bra.
He murmured into her soft dark hair: ‘Turn around my princess.’
Meena is now at his mercy, I thought.
Meena turned around and looked with dreamy eyes at his. I could see her wistful gaze and she was now clearly 
flushed in her face. He was looking directly at her breast then leaned forward and tried to kiss the upper bare 
part of her pale beautiful left tit which was now down to nipple visible.
Meena put at this moment a stop to it. She glanced at the living room door and at the same time pulled down 
the blouse bottom hem. What I last saw was his persistence to try kissing her bare tit again.
She giggled softly: ‘Mister Impatient!’
Then she was for a moment serious and while looking at the door as if hearing some noises, told him: ‘There is 
something, I have to check...’
Meena began to close the buttons of her blouse. I had no time to lose. I hurried out and before she opened the 
door I reached the last upper Stairs in darkness. She could not see the last upper stairs from the dining room 
door. I was right away in bedroom, lying under bedcover and pretending to sleep.
I heard her opening the door and coming in.
After a short pause she called quietly my name: ‘Nadir… Nadir...’
I didn’t respond. She was on the way out, but she stood one moment by the
door, turned over and then went in the bathroom. After a short time, she was out but no water flush was to hear. 
She left the bedroom immediately and quietly not to wake me up. I stood up and went to bathroom. I smelled a 
strong scents odor there. Her favourite perfumes, I thought. Then I saw her bra on the washbasin edge. She had 
taken off her satin blue bra and left it there. That meant she goes now without bra.
I heard the flush from downstairs restroom. I waited a bit and then carefully stood up and went to the stairs. The 
door to kitchen was open and lights on. First, I sat there on the floor near to upper stair to watch and hear better 
and at the same time not to be detected. In this position, they couldn't see me from downstairs, apart from this 
they I was asleep.
I heard she is moving around in the kitchen. Then I saw him coming out from the dining room and sat on the 
couch looking at the kitchen door which was open.
She came out, with two wine glasses in her hands. It was strange. She drinks normally not much. This night she 
was drinking too much for her habits. She gave him his glass and sat in front of him. They sipped it slowly.
She looked at him and said: ‘He is sleeping...’
He smiled and asked: ‘Then sit next to me, princess...’ And made space.
She stood up and went to him. Now they were sitting only with some inches distance. He took her wine glass 
and put down both glasses on the table. Then turned to her and took her in his embrace. His right hand rose 
from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. His left hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft 
arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His left hand rose higher to caress the soft curve of her cheek. Meena 
snuggled closer in his embrace if she needs tenderness and protection, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
Now I noticed in her behaviour some nervousness. Perhaps she was not sure.
She had promised to give her to him, promised that this night will be his night. But now she is not sure, I 
thought.
Mansour was not a handsome man, he has never been, though he was undoubtedly a powerful, dominant 
alpha male. And this melted Meena sure.
She was always fascinated by dominant male characters in movies and books even politics. This was the point 
that I often noticed. As a sixty-three years old man, Mansour was over thirty three years older than her but the 
years seemed meaningless.
Even for her. “Ohh...” She gasped. I could see now clearly that her eyes were tearful. Meena was crying!
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held 
her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes.

She closed her own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her 
forehead, then dropped to her nose and at last his lips dipped and met hers. His hand effortlessly held her head 
in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Mansour as
he kissed her. It was rather tender but again only lip mashing kiss.
They separated and he looked at her face. His eyes were locked on hers. It seemed to me his eyes are 
powerful and somehow hypnotic and I imagined that Meena is losing herself in those eyes. Now she approached 
with her lips to
his and repeated their kiss. This time he was more passionate, and I watched as she melted into the kiss, her 
sweet lips responding to his starving one and were seeking out his hungrily.
Now she again sought to pull herself together. She pulled away instinctively then stood up. As if she thinks this 
is forbidden what here happens...
‘Mansi, I don't think this is right, I can't do it, I can't help it!’
And went to other side of table.
He stood up. Now I could see he is a bit angry. He was now talking louder: ‘You are playing a game which I am 
not interested in.’
She stood motionless. She was facing towards the dining room wall and looking forward. I thought she was 
trying to decide.
The question for me was how much of this what happening is what she wants, and how much she feels she had 
to do, to protect our happy life and lifestyle and that of her family. I was sure that deep in her decent and 
rational thinking, she believes that her behaviour and what she does, is an act to protect other members of her 
Family including me and the way to achieve this target is to sacrifice herself. But at this moment, after what I 
saw previously, was for me clear and obvious: A part of her being, mentally or/and physically is enjoying this 
game.
‘Turn around and look at me...’ He said with commanding voice.
She turned immediately around looking at his face. Obviously, the tone of his voice had a power over her. He 
walked closer to her. Now she was looking down. He put her hand under her chin, forcing her to look up: ‘I said 
look at me, in my eyes...’
She looked up and met his eyes. I think she saw his rage.
‘Do you play a game with me?’ This time it was even louder.
Meena looked at my direction and pleaded: ‘Not so laud Mansi, you can wake
up him...’
‘I do not care.’
She took his hands and kissed them: ‘I am so sorry; this is not a game.’
‘Do you want me to leave you alone?’ He asked.
There was a mixture of hurt and threat. “No, I mean I don’t want you to be angry and hate me, but...”
Now he spoke quietly and encouragingly: “It's okay, Princess. I promise I won't be mad; I leave just now if you 
don’t want me. I can't damage you and more I can't see you are suffering. I promise, I leave immediately, and 
you or your family will never hear from me again…”
Finally meeting his gaze lower lip trembling with tears welled up in her eyes, shamefully shaking her head she 
murmured: “I am so sorry Mansi, I want you to stay, Please...”
I think at this moment she gave up, she had decided, her fear was gone, and she was no more upset.
Mansour had won. He was satisfied how thing is run. He took her tender hands in his.
Meena said softly: “You make me feel so good and safe when you are near. Your presence had done this 
always...”
And while looking past him, eyes focused on some thought she was developing,
continued: “But I know it's wrong, so wrong. I feel good and awful at the same time. I'm a horrible wife for him, I 
think…”
My eyes were tearful, and my heart ached. There it was, out in the open. She loved me as her husband, but she 
wanted her so much as a man.
He smiled kindly and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her eyes: “I am feeling the same way. You have 
to do what your soul and body demands, your bad feelings disappear soon, you know things can and have to 
change over time, especially bad feelings. You are the most wonderful, beautiful, desirable and innocent 
creature god had ever put on the earth. I am so lucky to hear from your mouth that you want me to stay. I never 
leave you, my poor, beautiful princess
I will always be with you, truly, even if I am dead!”
I saw a tremendous relief in her eyes.
He bent toward her, this time she tilted her head to meet him, they kissed deeply and passionately on the lips. 
Her shapely body contrasting starkly against his heavy belly, and the contrast of his old, narrow and pale lips 
against her beautiful, full and naturally red lips were strange. Then he began working her ear with his tongue. I 
thought it is now sure very obvious to him that she wears no bra as he pressed her to himself and feels her 
breast on his. Probably he knows now that she removed them upstairs.
He looked into her eyes. His grin was back: “Show me your tits…” He said and looked down at her chest, 
waiting.


To be continued

[Salir]

[Kaykav]

An Old Debt Has To Be Paid... 3

First Familiarity with a Monster…


I wondered if she was really aware with whom she was, who made her orgasm previously and whose prick is
she searching?! If she realizes this man, she is going to give herself to, is her uncle Mansour and not me? I felt
like a fool after this thought!
To make her easier to reach her target Mansour stood up immediately.
He was now standing and looking at her almost nude sexy body, with patient expectation. He was still clothed
completely. I thought this is probably because he is ashamed over his unlovely and untidy appearance and this
gave me a satisfactory smile.
But he had still a grin on his face: “You are really most beautiful woman I have ever seen my dear princess.”
“Probably you haven't seen many women so.”
She joked and while caressing his groin over his trousers’ texture mildly laughed.
Mansour leaned slightly forward, brushed with his right hand her semi-moist hair back from her shoulders, then
cradled her face in his hands and kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately than before. She
murmured her pleasure
through his deep kiss one time more.
Mansour had her so ready and eager, I thought. I get a cramp in my lower back, from trying to see more in this
position but before to make some movement, I heard him speaking with hoarse commanding voice: “Open my
trousers, open it for me my princess...”
Instinctively I felt I have to break it up as tactfully as I could, but I was frozen!
I don't know whether it was shock or excitement but, either way, I just froze.
This time directly with shaking hands, my sweet wife touched his erection over trousers fabric. This was her first
time contact with another dick besides mine,
I told me. I saw Meena's eyes became one moment wider and she looked astonished direct in his eyes.
Then she sat up a little and pulled his zipper down completely.
I didn't understand her surprised reaction first. She looked down one time more at zipper slit and put her right
hand in, past his trousers fly. Then suddenly looked with amazed gaze at his eyes and gasped: “My god!”
He was grinning. In another brief second, his hardness came out half on own motion and half with her help. It
was a huge Instrument!
Mansour was still grinning. He spread his legs for Meena as she knelt submissively in front of him. She grasped
his Raj with one hand and examined his package closely then began to gently stroke his massive cock. It must
have been at least 9 inches long and at least a couple of inches thick. The whole thing was covered with
thick veins and an even more enormous and dreadful, proudly bulging from his pulsing shaft was the cockhead.
It was like a big mushroom on top of a thick shaft. His cock was a giant Raj. She gasped at her first sight of his
this monster. His balls were also huge, the size of tennis balls, swollen and hanging beneath his tremendous Prick.
Meena giggled unashamedly and said: “This really is impressive, incredible…”
I was shocked at the scene before my eyes. Additionally, her behaviour and Statement was new and strange for
me, since she was normally so shy but now...
But she was right, it looked like something you might see under a horse I thought!
Meena leaned forward carefully and hesitant and gave a light kiss on the tip of giant monster. I instinctively
reached down and started to stroke my own 6.5 inches.
“Far bigger than Nadir's, right?” Mansour asked.
Meena didn’t reply, only continued staring his giant dick.
“I asked you something, princess?”
Meena looked dreamful at him and replied: “Yes...”
“What Yes?”
“Yes, it is bigger than his but please let us don’t talk about him...” Meena replied,
pleadingly as she continued to stare at the mammoth penis in front of her. Mansour's face was redder coloured
and he was slightly shaking with lust. He knew at this moment that my beautiful wife is admiring his gigantic
dick.
Now Meena grasped his hard cock with both hands. She formed a ring with her hands starting at the tip of his
straining phallus, sliding slowly down, form the tip of it, over the rim of glans, and down his shaft.
From expression of her gaze, I thought that she realized with a sense of disbelief and a certain anxiety that her
fingers could not meet when they closed around it.
She struggled to comprehend its thickness and her hands squeezed it. It was too thick to fit inside her small
hands but her hands sliding movements went on despite of it. As she approached his pubic area, repeated it
again and again from top, starting at the fleshy tip, squeezing past the rim, and on down the engorged shaft.
Now with every start on head of his cock, her fist squeezed tighter, Meena’s beautiful, dreamy eyes were locked
on Mansour's huge cock. To watch her tender, small hand and slender, fine fingers with their red fingernails and
most of all, her flashing wedding ring, working on his dark strong cock was very amazing.
Her movements became faster. Her hands were now lubricated from his leaking pre cum. Her eyes were on his
face for a short moment and then went back to his proud Raj and focused on it. I saw clearly, she licked shortly
her upper lips as she noticed the small drop of liquid appearing from the slit of enormous Instrument in her
hands and then I heard her sigh.
The thick pulsing veins seemed to throb in her soft hands.
Now I saw Mansour's right hand dropped on her wrist and he guided her hands up and down the hard length of
his dick.
I could see that Meena now still shocked, realized both length and thickness of this monster. While guided by
him, her hands slid further down up to monster's base.
Perhaps from reading or hearing, she knew already that some penises are smaller and some bigger and longer.
But even for me as a medical doctor, what she held in her hands was beyond anything my knowledge and
experience with human anatomy let me know. And sure for her was also the dimension of this thick thing over
normal sizes.
I could imagine that she could feel the pulsing and throbbing of large blood veins in her hands. Meena was
staring at his cock with fear and fascination as if she is encountered a dangerous viper and was hypnotized and
afraid to move.
I suspected there will be no way that he could penetrate her delicate and tender cunt with this giant dick,
perhaps she was thinking the same.
Meanwhile Mansour was obviously enjoying the fascinated gaze and her clearly paralyzed expression. Sure he
could feel just like me her mixed and opposed emotions.
“Sure the size of my cock is what Nadir dreams of!”
Meena looked up at him perplexed and then realized what he said and meant. She murmured irritated: “Please
don't speak about him...”
“Okay not he but perhaps you wished that he owns something like this?” He grinned.
Meena flushed. Now some minutes after her sexual release, one time more the pink glow took over her cheeks.
She didn't respond to his question. I was not sure if she had thought about the power and size of my penis ever.
But certainly, now her thought was that, Mansour's cock is not natural, it was sure easily as thick as her wrist
and this had she noticed just like me.
Mansour lifted now his left hand and put it on her right tit and started to play with her nipple, first just an
affectionate fondling.
After a short time, Meena began to squeeze his giant instrument up and down more vigorously and lustfully.
“Ohhhhhh… that's good!” He groaned, urging Meena to go faster as he pinched her nipple and then lifted his
other hand up so he had a tit in each hand.
Mansour was getting close to squirt. But as I saw afterwards, he had other ideas.
He wanted to demand other things.
I think Meena sensed her uncle’s orgasm approaching and said seductively: “Please uncle, you can come on
my face...”
Mansour just looked at her, with patient expectation, and said quietly: “Lie down on your back my lovely
princess...”
She understood what he wants, as if now waking up and coming out of her beautiful dreams she looked up at
him and murmured pleadingly and with excusing eyes: “Mansi, have patience. I promise…”
“What means patience?”
Meena continued stroking his giant cock and pleaded again with trembling voice:
“I need time Mansi. It is not easy for me...”
Mansour was now very excited to discuss, while keeping to breath heavily, he looked down at her hands and
said: “Then put it in your mouth, princess…”
He gasped.
Meena asked shocked: “Wh... What?” Shaking her head in desperation.
“I want you just put the tip of my dick in your mouth, just the tip...” Mansour explained his wish, while now
fondling Meena's lovely breasts. As he saw her doubt, while pinching her nipple harder, groaned: “Go on, open
your mouth...”
He gazed down at her, his huge pole throbbing right in front of her face.
She was now looking at and stroking his cock lightly.
At this moment, Mansour touched with his big chubby fingers first Meena’s tender face cheeks then her
delicate lips and at last pushed his two fingers past her lips, in her mouth.
Meena looked at his face and began immediately to suck his fingers and at the same time to work faster on the
monster while looking down again at his crotch. She couldn't help but stare constantly at the huge pulsating
prick. This time shortly after beginning of her stroking, a large drop of pre-cum started to form on
the tip of his bulbous cockhead.
She paused, I could see she wanted to decide. Now that she refused to be fucked, she had to present
something instead of it, I imagined she is thinking, otherwise he is going to be mad again, and she didn’t want to
go through his aggression for sure.
She freed her mouth from his fingers and murmured: “This is my first time, not even with Nadir...”
Mansour interrupted her: “He is a fool. You have such beautiful, lovely lips I don’t understand how a real man
can renounce to demand this, just thinking of you
performing this on me is a turn on...”
Meena looked back towards the fat, long dick of her uncle and then glanced back at his eyes. She looked
overwhelmed from his words and his giant cock.
Then she said softly: “I could try. I don't know how good I will be...”
After this she grabbed his buns and pulled him slowly closer to her face.
Mansour moved himself closer toward Meena’s face. She craned her neck to reach his throbbing cock with her
beautiful lips.
I just watched, part of me still wanting to break it up and an even bigger part of me holding back. It seemed
inevitable where this would lead if not interrupted. Would Meena really go all the way? Perhaps I really wanted
that to happen.
I was completely shocked. What do I hear I thought. I know Meena was virgin and actually a child when we fell
in love and then married so I felt pretty lucky that she hadn't had sex, not even a simple boyfriend.
She lacked experience, but also, I Know little about women. Me lacked the
confidence to instruct her. That didn't stop me thinking about what it would feel
like to have her perform oral sex on me. It seemed we both had problems communicating about our sexual
desires. She preferred sex in the conventional manner. Her orgasms were few and far between. One time some
years ago, I tried to talk about oral sex with her, she explained laughingly she thinks that women who don’t know
how to keep their men happy in normal way, try to do it with oral sex.
I always felt that this was her way of telling me that she wasn't taking my cock into her mouth.
With hesitation and as though she was waiting somebody’s permission, Meena bent down very carefully and
slowly and placed monster's spongy large head into her mouth. I saw she trembled shortly. I imagined that the
taste of his pre cum electrified her tongue, then she began to slurp on the tip of his cock. Licking it lovingly with
her outstretched tongue.
Then she gave a muffled moan as Mansour pushed forward and more of his giant prick entered in her delicate
mouth, past her lips.
He stared in disbelief at my gorgeous wife who was for him his long-standing dream woman, sucking his cock.
Then quietly whispered: “Don't stop, my lovely princess.”
She moaned in approval. Every now and then she was lifting her head from Mansour’s big cock and moaned
loudly, then returning to sucking cock like a real whore.
Soon the sound of his loud breathings and her moans filled the silent room: ‘Mmmm…’
Meena moaned and Mansour roared back. Meena's eyes tightly closed and her head moving up and down the
her uncle’s thick and strong meat. It seemed to me, at that moment all which existed for my lovely wife in the
world, was this Marvelous and tasty hard cock and all the pleasure she was getting from sucking on it.
“Do you like to have your uncle’s big dick in your mouth, my lovely princess?” Teased Mansour breathlessly.
“Hmmmmmm….” Then she looked up with her beautiful eyes and murmured: “Cum for me, Mansi, cum for your princess uncle…”
After hearing her demanding words, Mansour couldn’t resist against his approaching explosion any longer. The
warmth and smoothness of her lips on
his cock and sight how she was loving and sucking him, made him want to cum.
I could swear, in his wildest dreams in jail, Mansour saw always a blowjob from Meena and an ejaculation in the
mouth of my pretty wife.
“I am Cumming my baby!” Mansour groaned and clenched his teeth as he grabbed hold of the Meena’s head
and pulled her down more onto his long and fat cock. Then occurred his eruption. It came out like a volcano. He
had closed his eyes together at the feeling of his cum shooting into her mouth and down
her throat.
Meena’s mouth welcomed his hot cum and I see in the movement of her Adam's apple that she is swallowing
all as Mansour held her head firm at the place. She was staring up at him all time.
After that first eruption she sucked and sucked his load endless for a long time.
I thought she wanted every drop of his fluid as she swallowed every shot that came out while holding the tip of
his cock at her lips, at the same time stroking his mammoth cock intensely to get up to his last drops of load in
her waiting mouth and throat.
Mansour was squirting without ending until Meena couldn't take anymore and
opened her mouth allowing his cum to flow down his giant cock, then covering her Hand. I saw the white cream
of his semen covered completely her wedding ring.
Still, he had his eyes shut and was grunting.
Meena was watching in fascination as his thick syrupy semen covered her hand and fingers, and her ring.
Neither of them spoke some time.
My lovely Meena held his proud dick long without movement in her hands. I saw from her expression that she is
admiring his load. Then she started hungrily licking up The mixture of her own saliva and his cum which had
flowed down his shaft.
Then after the pole was clean, she licked her own fingers and finally her Wedding ring.
Watching her such voluntarily action, so submissively licking and lapping up over his semen, brought finally me
to explosion. I came and came for a long time, eruption after eruption. I released my own load into my hand. I
could not remember when I ejaculated so intensive and so much last time.
Finally, Meena looked up at his red and puffed face, then she smiled that happy, satisfied smile I has seen so
many times, before and while still not releasing his giant cock said softly: “Did you enjoy it Mansi?”
He replied huskily: “I loved it, every moment of it and I love you, and you?”
“It was nice and... delicious!” She admitted in a slutty voice.
“Okay, it is too late. We have to sleep...”
He looked deep in her eyes and his voice became a bit earnestly: “I need some
confirmation from you to hear... First: I want you to shave all your cunt hair. I'll watch it next week when I come
back. This has to be performed. I want your cunt in a week as ready as I wish...” He was demonstrating his
power over the situation and testing his dominance over her one time more.
Meena knew what he wanted to hear, she murmured submissively; “Okay...”
“And second: before I fuck your cunt, he is not allowed to have you.”
“But he is my husband and I...”
“No negotiation princess. I don't want to hear any more about this from your pretty lips...”
“I will do anything you say, but to refuse his wish to...”
“I know he is your husband and I...”
“I will do anything you like, is this not enough?”
“And you? Do you want it as well?”
“I like it too...”
And after a short pause she looked at his face and said softly: “You make me feel good and happy...”
He smiled, leaned forward and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her lips again.
Meena moved her body to stand up: “It is late uncle, see you tomorrow for breakfast.”
But he put his hand on her shoulder: “Do you want to leave us? me and him so easy. Don't you want to say
goodbye to him?”
He pointed with head in the direction of his giant cock which was again in semi hard form. She began lightly
caressing the enormous head of his dick.
After a short time, they were again in a warm embrace, exchanging short gentle kisses. Meena's tongue was
darting in and out of his mouth, teasing Mansour's
lips. Then they separated and she took her blouse and the glasses and went into the kitchen. I thought it is all
over.
I stood quickly and waited for him to leave. But he was standing still there.
Meena came out from kitchen and at next moment, she was standing by him, and he had her buttocks in is  
hands and kissing her again passionately. Then she got a slap on the ass.
I heard Mansour murmuring: ‘See you tomorrow my sexy princess...’
My cock stirred again, but I was totally spent…
Some minutes later I was lying on the bed as Meena opened the door, peeked in, and came in creeping, and lay
down next to me. I tried not to move, and she didn’t try to embrace me, simply turned over with her back to me
not to awake me. After some minutes I was sure she slept. Now after releasing my load, I couldn’t sleep, I was
thinking. I was angry over development of the matter, but then the other feeling came up, the deep enjoyment
what I experienced some minutes ago. I tried to put my anger feeling back and tried not to think about it.
I didn’t know when I slept…
 
~ ~ ~

To be continued

[Kaykav]

An Old Debt has To Be Paid...4

Role Play…


Next morning, after waking up Meena called her department and told them she has headache, and she goes to 
sick leave.
As she was talking on phone, I noticed that she is wearing a brown skirt with a tight-fitting blouse. Later I 
commented that she looks beautiful and sexy in her outfit, she replied with a thank you. But I had the feeling 
that she is mentally absent and even a bit dreamy, for sure she was thinking about last night and
her time with him.
while having breakfast, Meena avoided looking at my direction all time. I thought today it is reversed compared  
to some prior days. This time she didn't want to look in my eyes. Some days ago, she preferred not to look in his 
eyes while breakfast. Obviously, she was today embarrassed, perhaps even she was ashamed.
Later I could feel Meena is disappointed because of his departure, I could see
this clearly. Their goodbyes after breakfast were exchanged abnormally intimate. I went in, as he took his 
baggage to taxi. I watched them from behind a tree in distance. They talked some minutes as they stood by 
open door from taxi.
Then I noticed they were kissing, a little longer for a goodbye kiss I imagined.
I got into house. Some minutes later the front door shut, and it was still. I was sitting in living room. She came 
and sat beside me. A classic piece was playing on the stereo and Meena was completely quiet.
I waited for a while then said: “Had you two a good time last night?”
She looked first at me then after some seconds took the newspaper from the table and looking at it while 
responded: “Yes sure, we drank and chatted a little and then went sleeping,”
“Did you not sleep well?”
She looked shortly at my face and then again down to newspaper: “I have terrible headache. Perhaps too much 
alcohol. I am not used to it,”
“Then you want to stay home all day?”
“Yes, sure.”
There was for some minutes silence between us.
I had so much confidence in her love and faith that I thought she would have
told me the truth about the last nights, if I had asked directly. I was sure she
would tell me anything I wanted to know, she never lied to me.
Still, I wanted the game to go on. Indeed, it made me jealous when I imagined how this old man flirted with her 
and how she let him to do and say what he wants, and how he tried to approach to her and how she let him to 
go so far. He made her to orgasm so intense that I never managed. And finally, how Meena let him even 
ejaculate his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his semen eagerly, it was something that since years she 
had denied it to do for me and I thought it is like a taboo for her. Yes, I was hurt and jealous. But nonetheless 
there was for sure a great pervert pleasure for me to watch their illegal and forbidden game.
I looked again at her outfit, her tight-fitting blouse and tan skirt. I thought he wants her to clothe herself sexy for 
him and she obeys his demands.
At this moment it seemed to me that she is not reading but only doing so if her all attention is the newspaper. I 
was more the opinion that she is dreaming. Probably thinking about him and her last night pleasure and 
dreaming of his giant prick.
I said quietly: “I think Uncle Mansour admires you and likes you and in return
you give him more attention than to any one other,”
She was surprised. Looked at me and tried to find out what I am thinking; “I don’t know if admires me. But for 
sure, he likes me as any normal uncle does,”
She said softly and I thought about the word "normal".
She continued: “He is a poor old man. I try to be kind. And yes, I like him very much since my childhood… Do you 
stay home?”
Now she was trying to change the subject of our chatting: “I am going to visit
a friend an hour later, but I come back to lunch.”
“Okay I prepare the lunch,”
She stood up and came to me, leaned forward, looked at my eyes and kissed me on my lips and murmured: “I 
love you very, very much, and I'm looking forward to our evening together,”
Then without waiting for my reaction went into the kitchen. I heard after a moment; she is talking on phone with 
her mother.

After watching her and Mansour’s romantic goodbye I was in mood for sex.
I needed her attention now. But obviously she wanted to go after her plan.
I thought this is her action to settle down her guilty conscience.
I stood up and went upstairs in my study room. Upstairs there were three separate rooms. Her working room 
was the biggest one with our book-cabinets and her work and personal items. This one has a door to bedroom.
At the far end of aisle was my two-part study place with a smaller book cabinet and there was a smaller next 
room for my sport items from past and my music recording collections. I went in and made the table at the 
corner clear for my plan. I thought this is the best place for my spying instruments because she goes never in 
this part of house. There was also my safe for some small valuable items.
The room door was almost always closed and locked, and I had the key together with my house and car keys 
with me.
Then I phoned my specialist friend and made an appointment with him for next hour to talk about my camera 
modification plan.
I went downstairs; Meena was in the kitchen cooking. As I was there, she turned to me and said: ‘Are you 
leaving?’ And then she continued to wash her hands.
“Yes,” I kissed her cheek and left.
My electrician friend had a young fellow with. He introduced him as the best
specialist in hidden camera matter in the country. We sat and chatted about my plans. They were not curious 
about my goal.
I thought they are professionals, and it is a normal job for them. As I spoke about my aim, the young man smiled 
and said I understand what you want you can be sure it’ll be the best quality, then asked my address to come 
next day and examine the rooms and premises.

On the way driving back home, I was very satisfied with the outcome my appointment. The young man seemed 
to know what to do. I was very excited with the results our meeting.
I thought it is obvious that I am a voyeur, a serious voyeur. Then I kept thinking that if I am a voyeur, I had to be 
good as a Voyeur! Never get caught but just enjoy it! I knew since some days that peeping gave me most 
possible pleasure, especially watching ‘her’…
I wanted to watch my sexy wife, Meena, the woman who I love, with this old, ugly man who can give her most 
wild sexual pleasure ever.
While I was watching last night, I discovered her other personality. Obviously
she was submissive when the right man, an aggressive one tries to dominate her.
I could not be this man, and I can't give her what she deep in her psyche needs, I was too brave and shy for such 
activities. I knew a lot of men felt that way and they didn’t go anywhere. On the other side I was a voyeur.
I believed now, as a result of my little perversion which I’d enjoyed, my feelings in this way were very strong. I 
had a virtually irresistible compulsion to watch this old, fat but huge dicked man violating my sweet wife.
I wanted to see her orgasm, uncontrollably, on his huge dick after she’d become so turned on, obviously she 
wanted it too. I knew this desire was terribly wrong, but I was helpless and couldn’t stop myself in the face of 
this overpowering feeling. I wanted to get these perverted thoughts out of my mind, but I couldn’t. I 
remembered every time he was looking with desire at her, I realized I can't control my dick to become erect.
I was a medical doctor, but I couldn’t open up and share these feelings with a therapist.
How could I confess that I wish my innocent young wife being fucked senseless by this old man who can be her 
father and she see him as her uncle? On the other side I enjoyed this and wanted it to continue.
Ultimately, I concluded it was pointless to think much about this theme and I should stop hurting me.
I rationalized this and concluded I might as well forget that this can be a type of perversion. I was helpless 
against my feelings and weak when I thought about their coming together and most important, I enjoyed it.
Then I thought; let it happen and let three people enjoy their life! I made a
stop at florist and bought some gladioli for her, her favorite flowers. I couldn't
remember when the last time I did that! Was I rewarding her cheating?!
When I got home, she was surprised and very delighted with flowers, kissed me on lips and asked: “How I 
gained that?”
I answered: “They have distributed it to the streets!”
“You are rude and charmless.” Meena said laughingly and poking at me.
After lunch we planned to go swimming. While in water I took her a few times
in my arms and deep kissed her. And she repeated that she loves me.
As we sat on beach chairs I said: “I would like to make a short vacation in next time. We haven't had such a trip 
for a long time, only two of us and nobody else,”
She responded gladly: “I agree, some romantic days, only two of us,”
“Perhaps to drive to the next seacoast. The one which Mansour lives by.”
She looked at me and smiled: “But then we are not more alone.”
“We are not going to tell him about it.”
There was a short silence. Surely, she was thinking about him. Finally, she said:
“I agree.”
“Otherwise, you have no free time for me.” I said laughingly.
She leaned forward embraced me and said: “You’re a small jealous boy and I
love you.”
“It is right, I am jealous when you give somebody else more attention than normal.
But I trust you. I would like you to do what you think is right.”
Hearing this she leaned back and said: “You know I like him very much and I want him to be happy for the rest of 
his life. You don't need to be jealous. He is not a young good-looking man like you, my hero,”
I was enjoying our little conversation about Mansour. I wanted to hear more from her about her feelings: “But he 
tries to flirt with you, not like an uncle behaves with his niece; and you, you my lady, you let him to do it. I know 
every woman likes others admiring her, and for sure you enjoy that also, am I right?”
Meena blushed shyly first a little without saying anything. She stayed like that for a short time as I looked at her.
After noticing that I am waiting, she giggled and said: “Yes, I enjoy the attention like any other woman. You also 
must not forget this! For Mansour this is Probably his game and this makes him happy. He has no wife and no 
intact family, there is only his son, and he is also not with him. I think not even a girlfriend since his arrest has 
he had.
He needs some human contact. You are a medical doctor. You understand this sure. But with me he knows this 
has limits, nobody can change my love for you,”
“Then he needs a girlfriend. Somebody who he can exceed the limits with!” Then
I laughed.
She didn't react to my remarks, but I thought she noticed it. She was a bit more serious now: “I don't know, 
perhaps maybe he wants no fixed relationship. He is an old man and probably he likes his freedom to enjoy his 
life now after so many years in jail.”
“Would you like not to be married, I mean been single and enjoy your life? To flirt with other men and savor more 
“I am enjoying my life with you.”
“The question is if he can at all.”
She looked at me: “What do you mean?”
“I mean if he is able to have an erection, you refer always how old he is. And old men have often their sexual 
limits and Problems!”
“I know he can,”
I looked at her face as I was shocked, she was a bit nervous and clearly embarrassed, I imagined from her face 
expression that she thinks, she had better keep her mouth.
The last sentence came probably unintentionally out. But she corrected her mistake and continued 
immediately a bit blushed: “As we were dancing last night, I felt him,”
“Wow, had he an erection?”
“Every man who dances with me, will be erected!”
She added provocatively and laughing, then stood up: “It is enough nonsense,
I take a shower,”

I sat there thinking about our conversation. Then I stood up and went in too.
I took a short shower in downstairs bathroom and went up to the bedroom to change. While searching for a 
shirt in wardrobe, I noticed that I don’t hear any water running.
I opened the bathroom door slightly and saw her sitting on the bathtub edge.
Meena didn't notice the door opened, her eyes were shut and she was so intensely into touching herself that 
even didn't notice I am standing there.
I took the chance went a little back and closed the door so much that I could see her from a small opening.
Her beautiful and sexy legs spread wide and her long fingers working her wet moist cunt lips. Pulling my shorts 
over my hips and releasing my cock which was now half erect, I began to stroke my dick in unison with her 
massaging fingers.
Meena was panting slowly. She opened her legs wider, and then using her index fingers on each hand spread 
herself.
I could see her glistening clitoris from the light on her wetness and the beautiful pink and redness of the 
entrance between her stretched apart and swollen cunt lips.
Meena used her one hands index finger and middle finger to hold herself apart and with the other hand she 
worked her three middle fingers to trace her pussy lips.
All time her eyes were shut I thought perhaps she imagines and thinks about his giant cock. Dipping into herself 
a few times getting her fingers wetter and wetter for a time she massaged in small circles over her sensitive 
clitoris.
Her hips pushing up against her working fingers. I could hear her moans of pleasure.
She sped up and I matched her pace. I could hear her, her moans increasing in loudness and intensity. Our 
breathing was intensifying, and I felt that I am getting very close.
And Meena too, she pushed her three fingers inside herself, and her other hand took over the position of rubbing 
her clitoris and so drew herself closer to orgasm.
Then I heard her moaning: “Yes, fuck me Mansi, fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me please,”
Then it happened. She orgasmed shuddering and intense.
At the same time, I came too in my hand.
She was still breathless and spent, yet with closed eyes, as I hurried back downstairs and after a new short 
shower, sat on the couch.
It was strange. I had never caught or seen her playing with herself. I thought then actually earlier instead of 
masturbation she could have sex with me, but she prefers to have her privacy and masturbate while dreaming 
to be fucked by her old uncle.
I was again irritated and very jealous about what I saw and heard, because it seemed to me that she didn't want 
to share her these pleasure moments with
me but be with him completely. This was their privacy and not her alone,
I remembered her promise to Mansour not to allow me to have her as long as he didn't fuck her. Okay, these fits 
to her behaviour. On the other side in the morning after he left she signalized to me that she is, ‘looking forward 
to our evening together,’
I was a bit confused. Why are the women so complicated? or do they things tricky intentionally to make us the 
men a hard time?
In any case I was going to wait and see,
After dinner we went to the bedroom. Meena disappeared for some minutes in the bathroom and when she 
came back, she was completely nude. Looking at
her sexy figure gave a small movement in my still sleeping member.
Then she went to unroll the bed covers. I embraced her from behind and carelessly asked: “Do you love me?”
She turned and placed her arms around my neck then looked in my eyes and said: “You know it already,”
“But I need to hear it every day,”
She smiled, kissed me on the lips and said: “You are not just my husband, you are my universe, and I love you more than everything in the world. Without you there is for me nothing to live for. Is this enough?”
And laughed. I was emotionally satisfied.
Meanwhile she opened the buttons of my shirt and pulled it out of my trousers.
I took off the trousers together with my underpants.
Now we both were standing there naked. I had still no real hard on. She noted it. I took her in my arms and I 
rubbed her back and kneaded her behind while rubbing my chest against hers. She seemed to enjoy it and held 
me close.
I reached down to slip my hand between her buttocks to touch her pussy.
I reached her slit and started running two fingers up and down and slightly
into her.
She was still dry. When I pushed my fingers into her, I could feel she stiffen.
I continued to play with her that way, and she thrust her behind out and spread her legs. She was already 
breathing hard, and was now a little wet,
I whispered softly in her ear: “I like you to imagine that I am somebody else.”
She looked at me astonished: “What do you mean?”
“Only to play, a roleplay. We have to find ways to have more fun.”
She was irritated: “But I don't like such games,”
“Only this one time, for me.” She didn't say anything but embraced me, and put her lips on my neck.
I continued: “I like to play some older fellow. let me try, I am uncle Said, okay?”
I meant our Gardner Said who was normally called Uncle by us. Uncle Said was
a strong older man, I knew him since my childhood because he gardened for my parents in those days and 
since then I and my siblings called him uncle as every other one in our vicinity who was old enough to be an 
uncle, called!
He was in his late sixties with a brown skin because of outdoor working, a balding head and he stuttered while 
talking.
Since our moving in he came to us every second week for gardening.
Meena murmured in my ear: “You are a pervert Mister, but I love you and do anything you like,”
“Thank you my Princess!”
She stiffened shortly. My fingers in her slit felt more wetness.
I continued: “You like this game baby, don't you? We had to do this more often. Me to be an old, strong and 
dominant ugly man,”
Her body did a small jerking move away which subsided soon, and she murmured: “What do you mean?”
“Well, we did it never and I feel you enjoy it also. You're so wet, it's beautiful,”
She said nothing but only moaned: “Hmmm,”
Her pussy was now oozing liquid.
After a long pause she said: “Yes, come, love me now,”
I asked her to lie back. When I slipped inside her, she was very wet.
I could feel my cock slipping with the juices in her cunt.
Meena held her arms around my neck, but she had her eyes close. Perhaps she imagined Mansour making love to her.
“Oh, you are so wet and lose my Princess,” I said as I slowly pumped in and out.
She pulled my head down and her lips touched my neck.
When I pulled my cock out and started to slide down to her pussy she tensed, and sighed: “Yes, do me…”
“Call my name my Princess,”
She responded immediately: “Do me uncle…”
This was very exciting, and I was near to coming. Now my movements were faster and more powerful.
She sighed and started humping my motion. She could feel the intenseness of my lovemaking and she 
responded to it.
Then she started to orgasm: “Oh yes, I'm coming. Do me, uncle, fuck me…”
I started pumping her wet cunt vigorously. I twisted from side to side trying to reach every place.
Meena came and held me fast. I started to shoot again and again, and she pulled me more to her to take my 
load deep in her cunt.
“That was wonderful my baby,” She murmured in my ear.
We lay exhausted.
I was very happy and proud that she came before me. This was happening for first time. Always I was the one 
who climaxed first, and not infrequently she had no orgasm. Rarely when I didn't lost my erection immediately, I 
continued my fucking motions until she came. Other times I played with her pussy till her orgasm.
But often she told me, she loves me, and it is okay with her when only I come.
When I rose to my knees she continued to lie there on her back, legs spread wide apart. I started to kiss her 
neck then tits and slowly gently worked my way over her belly to her thighs. I kissed to her knee then gently 
moved to start kissing her leg.
As I moved, I looked up at her freshly fucked pussy wide open and flooded with come and her sex juices and I 
marvelled at how sexy it looked.
I thought about our game, and I felt an empty pit in my stomach. Not to show my emotions I started to kiss up 
her right leg. At the same time after imagining our role playing and her calling me as uncle, probably in her 
imagination uncle Mansi, and then her intense climax I felt the movement of my cock.
I had again an erection. I moved as if to reposition myself and rested heavily on her. I looked at her face, her 
lovely angel face.
She looked in my eyes and said softly: “You were great,”
And with a smiling in her face continued jokingly: “,My powerful uncle!”
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To be continued