Adultery An Old Dept Has To Be Paid (Meena and Nadir's life story)

[Blackdick11]

Once again, big thanks for sharing!

[Demeter]

Once again, big thanks for sharing!

Thank you too, but the real thanks go to the owner and author of this life story, Salir.
I would therefore like to take this opportunity to thank Salir on behalf of all fans of this story.

Demeter
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[Demeter]

After talking to Nadir, Meena was lost in thought ...

[Demeter]

The Pond Old Master - 1 -


The morning sunlight streamed through the small breaks in the window blinds, casting a golden lustre about the our bedroom. I was tense, slightly confused, I had a bad dream. My eyes fell upon the shapely woman asleep next to me.
I immediately relaxed, seeing it was my Meena, my wife forever, my whole life!
No need to worry, I told myself, we were safe in our house, I should be happy.
All went well andour lives were developing well.
Our only negative aspect was when we discovered that due to a childhood illness, Meena would never be able to have children. But in the meantime, we have come to terms with reality and accepted it without any residue in our relationship or our psyche.
The clock on the nightstand dimly displayed eight o'clock.
Saturday morning. Good, no need to wake her yet.
I blinked several times before opening my heavy eyelids to the familiar window on my left side. I looked back at the beautiful angel by my side again, her soft hair, her well-formed nose and her full luscious lips.
I noticed that the sheets had somehow been kicked off during the night, the whites now crumpled on the floor.
The city’s early morning-summer sun was already warming the atmosphere, so missing covers weren't an issue.
In addition, their absence allowed me full view of my wife Meena's body lying on her side. Admired her toned legs, curvy hips, and soft shoulders. The thin white cotton tank-top did nothing to hide her full, well-shaped tits that always stood proud on her chest. The darker areolae and nipples clearly visible. The then my gaze travelled to her rear, which was supple and aesthetically perfect.
Even years after I met and loved her, only her sight could still get my motor running, with her classic beauty.
Meena's hair styles were always tasteful. When she combed her hair straight down to just above her sensuous eyes, she was very seductive, although she herself didn't realize it.
Now after some years of marriage, Meena preferred to wear her dark brown locks totally straight, cascading just below those delicious breasts, and in back, ending in a V at her shoulder blades.
I was very proud at how she had kept herself in shape and often others guessed her age much younger.
Her fitness was in stark contrast to my own, with my slightly pudgy middle and the unfortunate relaxation of my pectorals.
I am happy with my looks, not yet a "fat slob", but I was definitely experiencing a mature spread soon, if I didn’t care, I thought.
I thought in the last time we had not very often sex, making love one or two times a week. I sound like a complainer, but I thought about sinking myself between her these strong, sexy thighs was nothing short of great.
I loved going down on her, one of the things she adored, hearing her moans, her groans, feeling her fingers grabbing at my head, trying to force me down in her pussy. Feeling her clench my head with her strong thighs as I make her cum, and watching her beautiful face sparkle in the process is always heavenly.
Not only was she extremely beautiful, but her confidence was evident during our lovemaking.
Meena was still shy when it came to trying new things or positions and I never pushed her into doing anything she didn't want to do.
Although, there were times when she would get very vocal and, on some occasions, you could hear her screams in our garden. And I had this indefinite feeling that not only me, but my pretty wife still has this new desire in her life, to have sex with more exciting moments, and it would need to be fulfilled!
I thought about the great times between me, my wife and some few men, sometimes imaginer men, and the fantasies I couldn't get out of my mind.
Something she simply would never do anymore. She did not always accept
my dark cuckold desires that I partly didn't hide it from her more though.
She wasn't exactly thrilled by my ideas because of our past adventures.

She was on some occasions real angry and one time she told me, "Well, I'm never doing it more. It would be disrespectful to our marriage to do such things again. It would make me feel cheap, like some whore. My body is yours, and none others more!" she finished as she spat these last words out.

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

Other times I only thought about them secretly in the depths of my mind and spoke to none. But I knew can't keep those sorts of things buried forever, and they find their ways outside.
Perhaps the floodgates of our psyche are determined by genetics, or something we picked up in childhood. Perhaps Meena herself was the key...

It may be distressing, but after some years of marriage, even if you are still young, diminished sexual passion and pleasure is somewhat normal. Like many couples in a similar situation, we promised to carve out more leisure time to spend together doing things we used to enjoy and discovering some new ones.
Despite reserved nature of Meena, and in spite of her unwillingness about realization of my sexual fantasies, we agreed to communicate more often and still more openly about our sexual desires and to try to be more creative and adventuresome in meeting them. Within the last weeks of past winter, I started looking at prices for a swimming pool extension.

We were planning to convert our swimmingpool into a natural swimming pond with plants and so on. The existing pool was a small one and this was the wish of Meena to change it to a natural pond. Using various websites, I obtained the phone numbers for our local and best reviewed companies at this subject.
The first and only company I called was Noori-Plant pool. The call went to voicemail where I left my details and asked if someone could call me back.
A few hours later I received a call from a friendly female voice.
She informed me that their head of the company, Mr. Jalal Noori will come out to give us a quote at the weekend.

The next Saturday came and at midday the doorbell rang.
I answered the door to be greeted by a large, well-built but friendly looking man.

''Good evening, I'm Jalal Norri from Noori Company," he said.

''Hey come in,'' I replied.

Mr. Noori was built like a rugby forward.
Roughly 195 cm in height. large shoulders with thick arms and legs.
He was completely bald but had a very friendly and attractive masculine face.

''Thanks,'' Mr. Noori replied.

He made his way into the Yard as I closed the front door. I then led him into the hall. It was a very warm summer afternoon, and Meena had spent most of the day reading her book on a hammock in the garden.
Upon hearing myself and the Jalal discussing measurements she came inside.
Her hair was damp, and it looked as though she'd just been swimming.

''Hey, would you like a coffee?'' she asked with her friendly voice as she entered through the door.

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

Mr. Noori turned to answer, ''Oh I normally would but it's so warm today, can I trouble you for a cold drink?'' he said.

''Yes, we've got some orange juice," I answered.

Meena poured the drink adding some ice as I discussed the potential work and costs with Jalal Noori.
As we chatted, I noticed Jalal’s eyes occasionally peering towards Meena who wore a short denim skirt which showed partly her legs and a somewhat short and fairly tight white t-shirt.
She now had a lovely brown tan on her arms and face having been in the sun all morning. Her skirt was 3/4 length, down to just above her knees.

Meena, smiling turned to us and handed him the glass. 

''Oh, thank you,'' he said, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way outside.

I was slightly uncomfortable for the rest of the conversation knowing Mr. Noori had been scanning Meena up and down but also as always proud and happy on such occasions, that she was mine.
I was not jealous at that moment.
After pricing up every detail of new pond, Jalal, after spoken to his office, gave us a good price for the job and we agreed his company could start the work in two weeks’ time.
We shook hands on his way out.

''We don't charge unfair prices but although we might be a little more expensive, folk keep coming back because they know we're honest to deal with. Although I do the pricing, it's not me who does the job. I get the younger lads to do that, but I will be checking on them occasionally if that's ok with you?'' Jalal asked.

''Yeah sure, thanks," I answered before bidding him farewell.

After Mr. Noori left, I joined Meena in the garden... 

''We've got a good quote darling. They'll start in a couple of weeks."

''Oh excellent, he seems a nice guy," she said.

I almost asked her if she noticed old Noori looking at her when we were in the hall but decided to leave it.
Ultimately, the next day I decided to stick with Noori company, because of personal sympathy, quality of their job and the quote that was suitable for us...

* * *

Two weeks later and work had begun on our pool.
Everything was coming together nicely and Noori’s lads were friendly guys who worked hard from 8am to 5pm.
A few days later I arrived home from hospital one afternoon an hour later as the guys were finishing for the day. I waved them off outside but noticed a new Bently car parked across the road.
I parked my car and went in and opened the front door to the house and heard Meena's giggling.

''Here he is," I heard her say.

I entered the kitchen to find Jalal sat on the couch and Meena sat opposite.

''Oh hi Mr. Noori," I said with surprise.

"Hi Doki, please call me just Jalal, I popped over to see how the lads are getting on," he explained.

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

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

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

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

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

''Glad you like it,'' responded Meena with a wide grin.

We made small talk for another five minutes before Jalal informed us, he had to leave. We both saw him out of the front door and enter the large Bentley across the street.

“How it comes that he addresses you as Meena?” I asked.

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

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

* * *

The next day and the day after, again I returned from job to find Jalal in our home entertaining Meena.
In the third day as I arrived, a wave of laughter and giggles greeting me as I entered the house.

''Hi Doki," Jalal shouted before I got to the door.

''Hey darling, how was your day?'' asked Meena.

''Hi Jalal, hi lovely. It was ok, very busy as usual. How are things here?'' I asked.

''All good Doki, my men are getting there. We'll take a look outside in a minute," Jalal replied.

''The kettle is still warm Nadir, want a coffee?'' Meena asked.

Before I could answer Jalal got there first ''Go on babe'' he said cheekily.

After half a second of awkward silence, we all laughed.
I would have been lying if I said I wasn't a little bit offended.

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

''Yes, you both go outside, I'll follow you out with the coffees in a minute,'' said Meena.

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

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

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

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

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

“What a pity, the poor lads,” I said.

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

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

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

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

"You are so bad Doki," she giggled.

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

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

''Yes, he seems like an honest and good guy," was all I said with a sarcastic tone.

Meena didn't seem to notice at first but then she looked at me as if she wanted to ask something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We sat on the sofa and watched a film after having dinner.

''Jalal has been here three nights consecutively now and he arrives just when you get home from work. I think he fancies you babe,'' I suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

“But I feel he wants you obviously I am sure that you noticed this too,” I replied.

She smiled and said, “such a nonsense,”.

I Saw it coming...

* * *

As an older man, he looked attractive and physically fit. it seemed to me that seducing a woman, any woman cannot be very difficult for him.
He was not a highly intelligent type, but the History has shown that Meena's interest in choosing a man as a sexual partner does not necessarily depends on exceptional intelligence as a prerequisite.
Jalal was the natural leader and charming, I realized when I saw him for the first time.
Maybe that's why my Meena seemed to like him from the beginning.
Other side she was herself not stuck-up about any of her attributes, including her beauty, and her extremely well-education and high intelligence, being very down-to-earth, attracting me to her even further.
Meena told me that Jalal’s wife had passed away some years earlier having been a very unwell and sickly woman for much of her life.
Jalal felt cheated somewhat by her constant illness as they never really enjoyed life together and, as for sex, well there never was any at least after birth of their only child, a boy.
His son who was 18 years old, had some psychologic problems, mentally did not grown up well and has difficulties in social life and behaviour.
He lived in his father’s ranch half an hour outside town where we lived, Cyrus, Jalal‘s son, had obviously only contact to some workers of ranch, horses and dogs and other animals in ranch.
The many years that have passed after death of his wife, the old Jalal has spent completely alone and sacrificed his life only for work and his company.
He told Meena that had some superficial and temporary relationships and sexual experiences meanwhile.
I was very surprised that Jalal talked about very intimate things of his life, with my wife.
He even asked her about herself and our life so long, he listened to her carefully and asked her opinions about every possible thing. That all showed me that something is going on there and he is very interested in her.
He was for sure captured by her irresistible stunning beauty, beauty and her attraction.
Captured by her appearance and intelligence in combination with her killer body.
I already noticed there was something special between them.
After we finished dinner and watched the sun go down, we both went inside.
Whilst Meena took a shower. I cleaned everything quickly before heading upstairs. I heard the shower still running and took a peep through the small gap in the doorway to the bathroom.
I could just about see her nude body through the steamy glass of the shower.
I had known this body for several years and seen her naked more times than I could count yet I was still massively turned on. her shapely arse and her perfect coconut sized breasts, her arse and her chest were two parts of her
body always got the most attention on the street and even official meetings.
''I know you're there, Nadir, come in,'' she said suddenly.
Without hesitation I stripped and joined my wife in the shower.
Afterwards, I took her to bed.
That night Meena was on fire. As she cuddled up against me her leg went over mine and I could feel her wetness running out of her cunt.
I started licking her soppy pussy whilst she sucked my cock in a sixty-nine position.
Then I fucked her in a missionary for several minutes, causing her to moan and scream. While we fucked, I couldn't help but think about Jalal and whether Meena would enjoy being fucked by that big old man.
Her cries of pleasure felt muted, and the glow on her face seemed almost forced. Perhaps I was going crazy, or I was already reading way too much into her behaviour.
“Oh, baby yeah, don't stop!” she cried over and over before I withdrew and came on her belly.
After that we lay with her in my arms before falling asleep, but I couldn't sleep at first, I was swimming in my thoughts.
I had the feeling that things changed after our conversation.
There was definitely something strange between me and Meena.
Maybe my stupid remarks earlier had unsettled something in her mind, maybe it had awakened something in her again, maybe she was thinking about her and her uncle, Mansi...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

The next day the lads were working but Jalal had to do because of other projects in the company branch, he called me in hospital and told me he is coming the next day.
After my arrival, I noticed that Meena is sitting outside, in the garden, reading.
I changed, took a glass of orange juice and joined her.
While drinking my Juice, I noticed Meena is not reading but in thoughts while looking at the half-made pond.

"What's the matter?" I asked. 

Meena and I could talk about anything.
"Nothing Nadir. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at her book.

After a short pause she looked up and as if changing her mind suddenly asks me, "you want to bring me and Jalal together, I mean sexually, isn't that right? I know you too well my dear husband, I look at you and know what you think, what you want, and even what you plan,"
Then she continued, "It's that damn fantasy of yours about me and some other man, I mean Jalal, that concerns me. Basically, I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head since we spoke. I can't help myself from thinking about it. And I get sort of distracted."

"God, look Meena, if it bothers you so much, let's put it to bed. I love you and just us, together. We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don'twant to cause you any sort of torment," I said.

Meena's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.
"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you wouldn't be so keen to forget it, I dare to say that you are obsessed."

"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Meena. One, You and your body belongs to me. So, the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a bit excited. Another person knows what my wife feels like. This makes me proud and excited. And I think there are men whom you find attractive and suitable."

Meena didn't make any sign to chime in, so I went on, "As you certainly have noticed so far, the degradation part, as far as not dangerous and under our control, the humiliating aspect also arouses me. The hurt, the pain... It arouses me. You are always in these situations somehow reserved, even reluctant, and I understand that, yes, this could be dangerous, but we care about. Me and you, We have been careful and we will be careful. Our love will do that.
It is much stronger, and we must have faith in it. Some think these fantasies dirty and unrefined, well perhaps they are morally, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a woman as hot as you, us as a couple, why we shouldn't we get happy and enjoy our short life? Perhaps some think it would be the biggest insult to the universe itself, but may be that is why me as a guy feel aroused by it. Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting betrayed with my knowledge and under my control, makes it so tantalizing, even though we and so many hate it..."

I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man as you say obsessed. I just find it hot to think about sometimes. You, doing stuff, you should onlydo with me with some stranger asshole or whatever... even doing stuff you wouldn't do with me..."

Meena looked at me as if she heard wrong, "even stuff I wouldn’t do with you?"

I laughed and continued, "It's an exaggeration, "I just meant..."

She interrupted me and went on, "I understand Nadir. I guess even we had some experiences this type, I feel it would be nuts to repeat something like that though."

After a short pause while she turned her gaze from me to rose bus, she spoke quietly, "After Mansour, to accept someone else, one other than than you, would know me... intimately, scares me. What if it destroys our happiness? This scared me always…"

"Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments. The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld. We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Meena in a distant voice, like she was remembering something.

"When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed. Why should I endanger this? It seems like a silly idea. It was always so and this feeling is at the moment very strong."

"I understand you completely, but a thought of you being intimate with another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. Let's not worry about it."

Meena was silent for a long moment, before nodding.
I hoped I could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine about her and old guy, Jalal, and move forward. I knew she was adedicated wife and it would be difficult to change her meaning and there was nothing I could do about it.
But that is perhaps life can change it, I thought...

"Maybe I'll indulge some of your... wishes... again… one day. But not now, at the moment I am not ready, not yet," Meena assured, "As your wife, I want to fulfil your sexual desires, but not with this one, with Jalal, practically almost my father’ type and age, old of behaviour and Thinking. Sorry, but no,".
She continued, "my aversion to him as a sexual partner sits deep, Nadir. I like him, but not so. In short, he is not suitable for me,"

"I'd almost wish it was just a threesome with another one or something else..."

"Hey, I wouldn't mind that either," I chuckled, defusing the situation.

"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm a happy man as it is."

This conversation made for me the problem clear, the problem was Jalal, but why? she is fearful, but why? Could it be that she is afraid of being possessed by him? Menna has never spoken about the age, type or similar things in in such relationships, look at her uncle Mansi!

"How do you even get into this thing again? How did it come to you just now again?" Meena asked.

"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing with him for no real reason, just I thought he is the right one... Sometimes, I guess people have a feeling, and they find it hard to explain," I answered. "It's like a thrill thing. Doing something you're not supposed to do with somebody, a mature man who is sincere, bluntly and well behaved one, who is not supposed to bedirectly that type to do such things. It's the ultimate taboo, sort of."

"Okay, but, well, have you been looking at me and him all time and watching us as he was here? Is that how you discovered this?" Meena asked.

"Yes, really I discovered his interest on you on every visit of him, " I said, playing it cool, I noticed she thinks about this and inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.

"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I don’t like him, even I don’t claim that I'm not interested on him, because I'm not, and neither should you be, so good behaved and gentle, that he is, but is it something you envision doing for real with him? This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering."

There was a short pause. I got a phone call from my assistant and after that we changed the Our topic of conversation.
After lunch until evening Meena was a bit more playful, a bit more willing.
As we went to sleep, I could notice she is more interested in making love.
She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation herself.
It was a game changer in the bedroom since some time.

"See? Some variation can be fun," I panted.
"You're not wrong, mister," Meena panted right back, her hands pushed into my chest as she bounced on my dick.

But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject further that night...

* * *

Next morning, we were enjoying some coffee on the veranda before riding to work.
Meena was yet in a thoughtful mood, and her eyes were gazing somewhere off
in the distance, like she was remembering something.

"Nadir, that idea, the sharing stuff, I was wondering if you think I am interested in older men, I mean some father replacement, if you believe there is a psychological problem, and I search a father figure…" she began.

I had to reply before it gets worse, I knew what was coming.
"No. Not really. Please don’t make everything so complicated. I mean this is not the case, not at all. But that feeling, watching him and watching you. That was more than enough for me to fantasize, the story is so simple. I guess I saw some moments, some special looks from him and you… and dived into a rabbit hole of thoughts and ideas," I said, playing it cool.

Inside my heart was thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.

"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful.

"I'm not saying I'm not interested, because I like him, but my looks? I don't think my looks had any other meaning,” and after a short pause she added, “at least for sure not intentionally,”.

My heart pounded hard at that. This was the second time she brought it up on her own.
I noticed she was now starting to think about the possibility, I thought of my proud Meena thinking of defiling herself with this stranger, older man and this mademy chest burn and a pit burned in my stomach.
Did Meena truly consider it? Did she imagine herself with Jalal and dreamed of physical contact with him.
I was almost afraid to answer her, if this was truly her broaching the possibility.

"Oh, yes, but I think anybody could see it that way if he had observed closely,"

I insisted, "your looks had a certain message, if I am not mistaken, perhaps as you say, unconsciously, And about his looks I think he is just a man and the voyeurism is a generalized, male syndrome, if I may say so in your medical language, and like every other male, he looks and eventually enjoys, this means but nothing more,"

Meena smiled and added, and, "now you think he likes or plans to begin some adventure with me? Nonsense, ".

"Uh, yeah. I suppose so and I am sure that he loves to do it. If you were ever okay with it, if you could ever enjoy it, then yes, I would want you to do it, too. But you're not into let that happen with him, are you?" with my straight forward respond, I wanted to give Meena the opportunity to answer me directly, but just her asking that was such a giant leap for mankind!

But she shook her head and got up to leave the room.
It was high time to go to work...

* * *

That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than of a fantasy, but a call for desire. The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in bed.
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any occasion and this was normal. I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something about it.
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from the flaps of my cboxers.
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
Meena greeted me at the door.

''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension work," she said.

''How long has he been here?'' I asked.

''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the work,'' Meena answered.

Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top, with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended revealing her tight stomach.
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a teenager.
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting next week, the work will be finished.
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.

He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two,'' and while his gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.

Meena was fine with that.
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we could enjoy the game.
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table. 
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and smiling at Jalal.

"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.

She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. While she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at Meena's legs and ass.
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.

I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to the kitchen.

She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.

"Meena," I called to her.

"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some items on the counter.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.

"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime," she answered.

"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out, pointing at her clothes.

"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled, "you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?" she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.

I stared at her standing in front of me.
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version of her.

"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.

I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt. I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before. I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then looked back at her.

"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”

"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.

"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway, you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.

"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she teased and smiled widely.

"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be jealous,“ I argued.

"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman, and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and mashed her hips against me.

"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to her butt.

"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.

"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch your game." She turned back to the counter.

I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.

"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen...

* * *

The game began and shortly after Meena entered the room.
She walked over to me and sat on the side of couch, one leg on the floor, the other dangling.
Her skirt pulls up high on her thigh.
I stared at her, wanting to reach out and touch her leg.
Jalal sat back at other end of the couch, trying to pretend he is just staring the TV, but his eyes shifted back and forth from the screen to her thighs.
I wasn't sure if she knew he is watching her so. I wondered if he now had a pretty erection in his trousers.

"So, what's the score?" she asked.

"Nothing to nothing, right now," Jalal said, "But I think their team is stronger and will win," and smiled at Meena.

"Nope," I say watching the TV "Looks they're punting."

Meena touched her hand to the back of my head, curling her fingers in my hair.
"Well, what do you two need?" she asked, looking at the food.

"Nothing now, honey," I said, "Thanks."

"Well, it is not true, we have everything we need except your presence so far," he said smiling at Meena.

"Well, you guys finish that food. There's plenty more in the kitchen and my homemade hamburger for the halftime," Meena said and stood up.

She walked around the couch and then bendover to me from behind. She kisses me softly demonstratively, then stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
Jalal hadn't seen me catching him yet.
I saw his beady eyes trace Meena's sexy body.
Hell, I thought no wonder he was staring. Meena‘s legs and ass were hot under that sexy skirt while she was constantly moving between the kitchen and the living room to prepare our hamburger.
Between two halftimes we ate hamburgers and then the second part of the match went on.
After bringing the dishes into the kitchen, Meena came back and sat on the arm of couch, this time facing laterally to me and Jalal, one foot propped on the couch cushion between my knees and the other resting on the floor.
Her legs were spread wide, and the denim skirt were pushed up high on her thighs.
Jalal sneak looked up her skirt. I guess he was getting quite a view.
I placed my hand on her thigh and rub my palm across the smooth skin.
Meena looked at me and Jalal, I was sure she knows about his secret glances.
Then she smiled at him and stood up.

"Call if you guys need anything," she said and went back towards the kitchen.

I noticed Jalal eyes are latched onto her as she walks away.
Meena stopped just as she reached the kitchen door and turned around and leaned against the doorframe.

"What do you guys want for dessert?" she asked.

"As my part, anything you give me is fine, young lady," Jalal responds.

"There's some ice cream in the fridge, if that's all right?" she said and looked smiling at Jalal.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect," Jalal said. She turned and exited the room into the kitchen.

Jalal then turned his gaze to me and noticed that I am watching him. I blinked briefly.

"We are men Doki, and the men love to look at beautiful women!” he argued.

"Specially the ones as beautiful as Meena, I am used to it that other men admire my wife and honestly that makes me proud," I said.

“Womengenerally, enjoy showing their interesting parts to men, not only womenbut other living being and even the plants do this, naturally, This is why the life goes on since many million years on the earth,” I smiled and added, “I am personally, a leg man, I enjoy and admire the legs of a beautiful woman, and my Meena has such... some women dominate the men world with their legs, don't you think?" I laughed.

Jalal laughed and said," Damn, you're one lucky guy, Doki," he chuckled, "to have such a beauty at home,".

"I don’t believe that I do have her, I have her love, I think," I argued, "She doesn’t belong to somebody, yes, she is a part of me, but we are only one in spirit, at least I hope so, otherwise we are independent to do what we like, just as we are physically separated."

“You mean, she is free as a fairy?" he asked and smiled.

I smiled back and said, “yes, it is nice to be free and to enjoy this freedom aren’t you also the opinion?”

“Yes, it is very nice, also spacious from you,” He replied.

After this statement about Meena, I thought maybe I had raised his hopes too much.

Then I tried to put it into perspective so that he wouldn’t dream and fantasize too much, "There is one point I like to say in passing, Jalal," I said, "Everybody can try to approach her, Meena can press anybody to her heart, and if this happens, I mean if she allows someone to stay in her heart, he can experience happiness, even heaven,".

After a short pause in which I tried to observe his reaction, I added, "but if somebody tries to push her to anything, maybe he’ll be shortly proud of himself, but that was it, it will be his last try, believe me," then I emphasized, “nobody should try the last train to nowhere,".

At the end of the Match and after Jalal left Meena went into the Kitchen to clean.
I walked up behind her as she washed her hands. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my pelvis against her butt.
She stood up and reached her hands back to my hips. She leaned her head back against my right shoulder.

"Hey darling," she says, "Did you find hamburger tasty?"

"You know it," I respond, "I did, but your admirer couldn't take his eyes off of you." I replied. "hoping to get a glimpse of those hot legs and ass of yours,"

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, then after a short pause asked, "What did he say then?"

I hesitated.

"Don't be scared, now. You think I'm going to run off with him if he said my legs are nice?" Meena smirked. "Let me hear it, I want to know what he had to say."

"He just said I am a lucky guy to have such a hot and sexy wife," I said, with emphasis on hot and sexy.

Meena smiled widely, grinning at my way of talking and asked, "I'm hot and sexy, am I not?", she chuckled with emphasis on hot and sexy, too.

"Surely you are sexy, for Jalal certainly most sexy girl in the city," I smiled and added, "I know, I've seen the way he watches you and he talks to you. I could tell he fancied you when we first met him. I think you are attracted to him too?" I asked.

"Well...yes... I'd be stupid to not admit that now. He's old enough to be my father. In fact, he is older than both of my parents but he's just so seductive and charming," Meena replied.

"I know. I've watched you, the way you talk to him. To be honest, the fact that he excites you, excites me. You know, this is normal for me," I responded.

Meena giggled. 
After that there was a short pause, then she said, "You have won," and giggled.

"Which game?" I spoke.

I bent my head down pressing my lips to her neck. I slid my hands up her hips and wrap them around her bare stomach.

“You know what I mean, at least,” she whispered.

"I think so," I sighed against her neck. My hands slid up to grab her breasts through the tight shirt.

Meena slid a hand across my hip and rubs my hardening dick through my jeans.

"Hmmm, looks the game excites you," she said.

"It's not that game but our game, He won more. He had his gaze the whole time on you and he was rewarded for watching you so closely, you presented him some special moments,” I argued.

Then I leaned my head over her right shoulder, talking softly into her ear, “You were driving himwild in there. Sitting there he had certainly a throbbing erection.”

Meena laughed softly, "I know," she said. "It's kind of a turn-on, feeling like a sex object. You know, I've had guys look at me before, but never so...I don't know... so passionately, I guess."

"Yes, it was definitely passion he was feeling," I said and pressed my hips against her butt. My hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts through the tight shirt.

"I think I'm feeling some passion right now," she said, and reached her left hand to my head, pulling my mouth to her neck.

She tilted her head as I kissed her neck, my tongue lapping her cool skin, moving up behind her ear.
My hands rubbed her hard nipples through the shirt. I felt her hand closed around my concealed cock.

"Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered, snuggling closer to my cheek.

"I can feel it throbbing." She traced her hand over the front of my jeans more, concentrating upon the erect shape below.

I was throbbing and now quite leaking considerably inside my pants.

"You'll just have to wait till I am finished here," Meena said and pulled away from me. She rubbed my hard erection through my jeans.

I moved one hand down her body, sliding down her side, to her butt, feeling the denim skirt against my palm, and then down to her thigh.
My hand moved along the front of her leg and up, caressing her inner thigh, slipping towards her crotch.

"I want you so bad right away," I whispered in her ear, "I want you worse than I ever have."

"Then, take me… Mr Noori!" she whispered back to me, then turned around quickly, bumping my body away from her.

She reached under her skirt and slid her thong down her legs, stepped out of it and dropped it on the counter.
I stood there staring at her.

"Come on," she said, then looked at me and added, “come on Jalal, fuck me,” grabbing my shoulders and pulling me to her.

I was too stunned to act at first. Does she really want me to fuck her right now, in the kitchen?
She reached her face to me and kisses me deeply, her tongue pushing into my mouth. Her hands were moving along mysides, pressing against the muscles through my t-shirt.
My desire overwhelmed me.
I reached down between our bodies, unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, yanked my zipper down, and shoved my pants and underwear down to my thighs.
My erect cock springs out against her.

"Wow," she whispers to me, "You are ready aren't you, Mr. Noori?" 

She pressed her body back against the counter, gripped the edge of the counter with her hands, spread her legs wide, the inside of her bare thighs brushing against the outside of my legs and lifts her hips towards me.
I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt high up on her pelvis.
Then, I bent my knees slightly, lowering the head of my cock between her legs.
I felt my penis rubbing against her pubic hair.
I reached a hand between her legs and rubbed it gently across her pussy.
My fingers glid along her very wet pussy lips.

"I'm not the only one who's ready, my horny lady," I said to her.

"Yeah, Jalal, dressing like this and being stared by you has turned me on," she giggled. "Now fuck me fast with your hard cock." said back to me.

I've never heard her talk like this in the recent past. I was so turned on that I felt like I'm going to explode before I even get inside of her.
I wrapped my left arm around her butt, and lifted her up slightly, resting her butts barely on the counter. I felt my cock head pressing against her wet pussy.
Then I reached my right hand between us and aimed my painfully hard penis to her opening.
She leaned her body back a bit.
I pressed the head of my dick against her and pushed into her. It sank inside of her, moving smoothly into her wet cunt.

"Oh God," she said and pressed her lower lip between her teeth.

I slid into her, feeling the shaft glid inside of her. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, supporting her body while keeping her legs spreadwide and began moving in and out of her, loving the feel of her tight, wet cunt slipping along my cock.
I leaned my body back slightly, watching my cock slide out of her and then back up and into her, her body positioned perfectly for my incredibly hard, upward thrusting cock.
My hands slid along the denim skirt covering her ass down to the smooth skin of her outer thighs.
Her legs looked long and tight as I moved in and out of her.
I heard the sloppy, wet sound of her pussy clenching my thrusting cock and the heavy breathing of us in the kitchen.
"Fuck me deep with your hard dick, Mr Noori," Meena moaned, looking back at me seductively.
I obliged her by pulling out of her and then slowly pushing into her until my cock shaft was completely buried inside of her. I moved forward a bit, grab her hips tightly, and pressed my hips against her butt, shoving my cock deeper.
I pumped my hips moving out of her halfway and then back into her, grinding against the back of her vagina.
Meena threw her head back and her hair flowed down her back.
I placed my hands on her smooth back, lightly running my fingers along her skin, as I thrusted in and out of her.

Meena moaned loudly. "Oh, I can't take this," she said, "I need to cum now."

I knew she is close.

She grabbed my butt in her hands and pulled my hips against her. "Fuck me. Make me cum Jalal," she groaned.

I plunged in and out of her vigorously with my hips tilted down, my cock pointed slightly up and into her, so that my cock head rubs her g-spot with each thrust.

"Oh yes, oh yes baby," she chanted wildly, her fingers digging painfully into my butt cheeks.

The wet clasping sound of my cock sliding inside of her is joined by our loud moans. She pumps her hips with me, building to her climax. I felt her vaginal muscles tightening around my cock.
I crunched my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming quickly, but trying to hold on while she gripped me tightly, bucking her hips, soaring to her orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God, oh baby," she moaned loudly as her body clenched and my cock pushed into her, her orgasm exploding inside of her.

Her wet cunt tightened around my cock, and I shoved into her deeply, my own orgasm bursting through my body.
The cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep into her womb.
I pressed my hips against her pelvis, driving the cum inside of her.
She held me to her tightly, feeling her orgasm pulse through her body.
I jerked inside of her, feeling the semen pouring from my cock. Her body twitched against me. I pushed once more squirting into her and then fall breathlessly against her.
My cock dripped the last of the semen into her, as we both panted heavily, our bodies sticky with sweat.

"Oh God, that was good," Meena moaned, “I loved it,”.

She opened her eyes to look at me.
"That was the best fuck ever, Mr. Noori," she said and smiled.

I smiled and then kissed her lightly.
She kissed me back harder. I opened my eyes to look at her again.

"The best fucker ever?" I asked.

"The best fucker ever," she said and jerked her hips up against me, twisting my shrinking cock inside of her.

"I am going to be sore, you have a big Weapon, Jalal," she added.

I smiled and kissed her once more. Then I slipped my softened cock from her.
She started walking to the Kitchen door to go to the bathroom to clean up.

I watched her, staring at her beautiful body move. "God, you're hot," I said to her.

"I know, just for you, Mr. Noori," she said, turning her head to look at me as she winked and walked out from the Kitchen.

When we went to bed, I asked her while I was looking at the ceiling. "That must have been very exciting for you too, calling me Jalal, right?”

“That was just to play your game” she said, “now, I admit that was it, but that was just play along with your imagination and fantasy, good night my love, sleep well,”...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

After having dinner together at his farm, Meena and Jalal spend time together and exchange romantic caresses ...

[Demeter]

The next day Jalal Noori brought Meena for the first time flowers, namely red and pink roses.

She accepted the flowers gratefully, "oh, they are very beautiful,"Meena said and after a short smell of roses, added, "and they smell great, thank you Jalal."

Meena knew his feelings for her could be far more than simply respect, but that didn't cause her any displeasure, maybe the other way around, more joy.

Jalal smiled and said, "my pleasure, an angel from heaven must be given something heavenly. I must say that they smell so good because they are not from the shop, but a fresh product from my rose-garden."

"Wow, you have to show it to me some time, I love flower-gardens, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than flowers." Meena said enthusiastically.

Jalal argued, "Sure if you want, any time can you see my rose-garden. But I have a different opinion about beauty, a beautiful woman just like you, for me is more beautiful than any flower," and smiled while looking deep in her eyes.

"Thank you, Jalal, but please don’t be silly," Meena giggled and shook her head.

Jalal noticed that there is running a documentary on TV, "I don't want to disturb you. Are you watching something special?"

"No, no, I was just watching a program about Al pacino, the Hollywood star. I like him as an actor and moreover he is as a man one of all time coolest actors for me." Meena said.

"Now I know the type of man which you like," Jalal giggled.

"No, I don’t mean how he looks, but his behaviour and his dominance which… I don’t know how to describe it,"Meena responded, "Now, this short film was about his private life and that he often had relationships with a bunch of much younger females".

Jalal laughed and asked, "oh, I see, what do you think about…?"

"I am the opinion that there is no problem, younger women and older men or vice versa, older women with younger men, they could be friends, good friends and even just a little more than friends, but that was all," Meena answered and giggled.

Maybe Jalal just wanted to provoke her into a more precise answer, he added, "I can't see,"he said, "How any woman could like a man, who is too older than she? A near friend of me always says the relationship between young men and older women or conversely, older men and young women are normally of a material nature!"

"Well, can be," she hesitated, "but that is only true for a certain percentage of cases. I think lot of men like very young women, I don't think that's perverse and abnormal!"
Then she added, "And many younger women like older men, even as lovers."

Meena was suddenly aware that she was blushing, and she turned her head away from his.

Jalal didn’t respond at once, but as Meena turned her gaze to him again, he looked deep in the eyes and suddenly said, "You are so beautiful Meena, most beautiful young woman that I have ever seen in my long life," then he added,
"I love how you dress, I love the way you move, and I love your beautifully painted nails and toes, for me you are the most beautiful angel on earth."

Meena blushed more, well, he was actually openly flirting with her, she thought, but she had done nothing to discourage him.

After a short moment she said, "Thank you Jalal, it is very worth it to me and I’m happy that you find me beautiful,"

"You have a magnetic body, so perfect, I never get tired of watching," Jalal said.

She was thoughtful for a moment while looking away.
"I don’t know, perhaps my body is not in best shape for some but I like it as it is and Nadir likes it too," she said in a matter-of-fact voice standing up and turning around to face away from him.

He looked if trying to appear objective he said, "You're just a nice shape," he assured her, "Just right." 
Then aware that his comments might be out of place, he added, "Lots of men of any age find you incredibly attractive, I'm sure."
He was blushing while he talked die last sentence, and she saw it.
"Time I was going," he said. "It's getting late."

"Okay, Nadir comes today a little bit later than normal," she said.

Jalal stood up to leave.
Meena came closer to him and for the first time and without warning, she kissed him on the cheek. He was at first shocked but then hugged her, without hesitation she let him and hugged him too and they stayed for a moment without doing anything else, like this. He kept his hips back, away from her, well aware that their approaching had excited him and not wanting her to feel it and perhaps be shocked at his physical reaction.
Meena had noticed this and kept the distance.

"Better that I leave at once before I do something indecent," Jalal said and moved on to door.

"You are not the type to do something bad," and after somehow sad look added, "apart from this I don't think I could be a cheating wife, I am not very good at it. As an almost 33 years old married woman who is not very young more, I should be careful because I love my husband and under no circumstances do I want to risk my marriage," she said and looked at Jalal smiling.

"But you would certainly receive more immoral offers because of how pretty you are, am I right?" Jalal asked.

"Secrets shall remain secrets," Meena giggled and then said, "Maybe see you tomorrow?"

"Sure," Jalal agreed, "If you don't finish work too late."

At the door, he turned to Meena and said, "By the way, I wanted to invite you to dinner at the weekend, perhaps best on Friday evening."

"Oh, yes, sure, thank you, but I have to wait and see if Nadir is free," Meena replied.

"But if Doki doesn't have time, I would love to go out for dinner alone with you, just the two of us," he said quietly.
For Meena there was a moment of word loss. Jalal saw her confusion.

She was blushing again, and he saw it.

"Sorry, I didn't want to come out so quickly, maybe some other time if you agree," and after a short pause, he said, "I hope this was no immoral offer," he laughed and added, "see you tomorrow, beautiful Meena,"and opened the door...

* * *

Later when I came home, Meena was waiting for me in the living room, and we went straight into the dining room for dinner. During dinner I asked her if Jalal was there.
Meena answered that he was there and brought flowers for her. She added that he had to leave early, and his visit was short.
She didn't mention anything else.

After dinner when we sat down to watch TV, she spoke, "Oh, I forgot to say, he invited us to dinner at the weekend preferably on Friday if you have the day off."

I replied, "Okay, I'll see if it is possible,"...

* * *

Friday evening, we followed Jalal's invitation. When we arrived, we noticed that it was a rather special, expensive club-restaurant.
Jalal was already there and greeted us.
I noted that he knows the place very well. We later found out that, it is his regular restaurant, and the chief who was owner of restaurant is a close friend of him.
We had a round table, Meena wanted to watch the dance floor, so I had to sit opposite her.
Jalal sat next to her. During the meal Jalal was very attentive to Meena I could hear his voice as he chatted, with my wife.
I could hear him, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
The music was a bit too loud.
Jalal drank about three glasses of wine before and during dinner.
I realized that he was a little drunk when he started more or less flirting verbally with Meena.
I could tell my wife was captivated as he regaled her with a string of stories and anecdotes about all sorts of things.
From time to time, I noticed him leaning in and whispering in a conspiratorial manner into Meena's ear.
He also placed his hand on hers from time to time, for a very short moment, and I was very surprised at his flattery and flirting with Meena. At some point after the meal had finished a band struck up and various couples headed for the dance floor.
I am a reluctant dancer and Meena knew this always.
I noticed Meena staring wistfully at those dancing.
I knew she likes to dance.
I had to leave for some minutes to answer a call from my assistant.
As I came back, perhaps sensing her wish to dance, Jalal suddenly Asked her if she would like to dance.

Glancing at me Meena said, "is that alright Nadir?"

"Yes sure, go for it" I replied, not wanting to spoil her fun and besides I was lightly excited to watch them close while dancing.

Standing up I realised how tall Jalal was, even with her heels, he seemed to tower over Meena.
As he led my Meena to the dance floor, I realised how gorgeous she looked.
She had on a black Knee-length cocktail dress, with a very low cut back, black thigh high stockings.
I was sure that Jalal had noticed and observed her cleavage before, while sitting.
I watched intently as they joined the other couples who were dancing.
I must have watched for four or five dances, when the band slowed the tempo down and announced that they were going to a sequence of slower numbers.
I could see Meena turn to come back to the table, but Jalal caught her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear.
I don't know what he said, but I saw Meena glance toward me, smile and then turn back to join Jalal for the first slow dance.
I was slightly surprised, but as the tall old strong man took my wife in his arms I realised I was also very aroused.
I couldn't help but feel this tingling sensation. The adrenaline rush. Seeing him holding my sexy Meena so close, with one hand on her bare back sent shivers through me and I could feel my cock swell.
I realized that seeing this large dude ogling my beautiful, kind wife, excited me.
Meena was way out of this old guy's league.
Perhaps that was why he wasn't hiding his interest all that well, perhaps he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. And may be this was why he was trying his chance without restraint.
They moved in prefect harmony and looked really good together.
I could see other men obviously drooling over my lovely wife with her long legs and strappy high-heel sandals.
As the third slow number started, I noticed that Meena had rested her head against the shoulder and neck of Jalal and that he was really pulling her in close.
At one point I could see his leg between hers and knew that he must be thrusting his muscular thigh against her mound.
I could only guess how Meena felt, but imagined in her merry state, that she was enjoying the stimulation.
When the band announced the last slow number, I felt that both Jalal and my wife was melding their bodies into one.
My cock by this stage was threatening to burst free.
Shortly after the dance ended and they stood there, I saw Jalal in a darkened, remote corner of crowded dance floor bent his head and kissed Meena on her left cheek.
I could see Meena with her eyes searched to locate me and as she found my gaze, she smiled weakly.
I expected that to be a step too far, but I was wrong.
After the initial shock, I saw my wife look up into Jalal's face, put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him back on the cheek.
I was so aroused.
I had never felt like that before in the last few months, and realised that I had enjoyed the sight of Jalal flirting with and being intimate with my sexy Meena.
They made straight for our table.
Meena grabbed a large glass of water. She downed most of it before she spotted me watching her and smiling.

Meena said, "imagine what, Jalal told me that he had taken dance classes in his teens and youth but had not danced for over twenty years, he dances masterfully."

After grabbing a glass of wine for me I said, "that was really hot,".

Meena looked at me to see if I had said something stupid.

"Are you drunk, Nadir? That was just a dance," she said.

I knew right away that I worded it imbecile and not suitable, and tried to redesign it, "I meant it is hot here," and laughed.

"Meena is a very good dancer Doki, and she is the most beautiful lady here. I am so proud to have permission to dance with her, you are a very lucky man." Jalal said.

I looked at Meena who looked very flushed and then back at the beaming Jalal. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she? I'm glad you enjoyed dancing with her. She probably told you I am not very good at dancing?"

"Ha, your misfortune is my lucky day," said Jalal.

Shortly after they had settled back at the table, I realised that the evening was coming to an end soon.
I also realised that I wanted more excitement to be provided this evening.
Before I could formulate any kind of coherent plan to make this a reality, Meena asked me if we can leave because she has a slight heath ache after wine, which is not uncommon for her.
I saw Jalal has lost his temper a bit.

He said, "it is a pity that it's over and you have to go, but promise me we'll definitely do it again."

Maybe he expected more from this evening, too, I thought.
We thanked Jalal and I told him that we enjoyed the evening and we’ll repeat it for sure.
Meena thanked him for dancing and told him she enjoyed the evening too.
Then we both shook the hands with Jalal and left the restaurant...

* * *

On the way home I did I ask Meena how it was for her?

She looked straight forward and replied, "you know I love dancing, and this was never really an issue, it was more the fact that it seemed today you willing pushed me into the arms of him, while you were watching us.."

"Are you angry with me because of that? I had the impression that you are enjoying, otherwise it would have been stopped," I said.

"No, I am not angry. You know, for the first time after so many years, I enjoyed dancing with a perfect master. This evening, Jalal was there as a fix dance partner for me, and he took the liberty with what he told and where he put his hands on my body. It was true, I admit that I enjoyed dancing and even more, being a tease to him, especially on my half-drunk state," Meena giggled.

Then after a short pause she continued, "as we sat there, and you were shortly absent to go calling, he talked to me, ‘Meena, you look absolutely ravishing tonight, an absolute ideal lady. Nadir is a very lucky man you know; I trust that he tells you that, on a regular basis?’ At that moment I became aware of just how sensitive and charming and at the same time tempting this old man is, I was slightly frightened. As I pondered my reply, he added, ‘let's go and dance or if you don't want to dance, we can talk some more,’ 
‘Well, I love dancing but…’ I said, and before I had a chance to object, you came, and you know the rest… 
Then Jalal grabbed my arm and was steering me to the dance area.
I was struck immediately by his height. Even for me as a woman who is tall enough, Jalal still towered above me, he was incredibly dominant. He pushed through some other dancing pairs and made space for us. 
Effortlessly he started to move to the music and pulled me closer, he said, ‘Come on Meena, loosen up and dance with me, I heard you are a really good mover.’ 
I allowed myself to be pulled in close by him and it seemed kind of natural to allow his hands to rest on my back. 
Once I had relaxed and started to move to the music I looked around and was amused to see some other men looking jealously at the pair of us. 
Sensing what I was looking at, Jalal said ‘you know it's me they are jealous of, don't you?’ 
‘What do you mean?’ I asked although I understood what he meant.
‘Well, here I am, an old man, with the best-looking and sexiest young woman here, and they all wish they could be me!’ 
I smiled at the compliment and said ‘well, I expect some of the women wish they were me, since I am dancing with such a good-looking, mature man, who is beside to that a dance talent and master’.
Then he told me that he took dance lessons when he was younger. After that he looked at me in a curious way and said, ‘what about our Doki, Meena? Is he a jealous type?’ 
‘Not more than other men,’ I realised then what I had said and blushed, ‘I mean no other men here but other men as husbands,’. 
He looked in my eyes and spoke ‘I know what you meant. After all I am the oldest male here and yet I am dancing with the most beautiful lady here. That's kind of amusing. For sure other men here are also jealous,’.
‘This is for me no important. After all this is my first dance with a real mature man who knows how to dance, so I count myself lucky,’ I said. 
Again, Jalal looked at me, smiled and said, ‘excellent, I like that, now enough talk, let's dance.’ 
The music continued with slow numbers, and we did. He pulled me slightly closer so that I had to put my hand on his shoulders, and I lost all track of time. Or maybe it was the alcohol that made him more daring, and I was also more relaxed! Jalal was very good at pretending not to notice what he was doing or for that matter what effect he was having on me. I knew that he must know what he was doing and as he brushed one or two times his thighs against and between mine and when I whimpered again, in response to a steering when he once pulled me particularly too close to him and his broad chest, he looked into my eyes and smiled. 'Is everything okay?' he cheekily asked me.
I answered, 'Yes, sure, but better let us get back to Nadir, or he will get worried,' and smiled.
'Yes, thanks Meena,' was all he replied."...

* * *

The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, and I was holding hands with my Meena...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Blackdick11]

Thanks bro I was actually looking for THE POND OLD MASTER

[Demeter]

Meena and Jalal find themselves drawn to each other, both physically and emotionally, and 
their connection goes beyond mere physical attraction ...

[Demeter]

When we were at home in bed, I had the feeling that Meena was thoughtful again.

I turned to her, head bowed, kissed her lips and asked, “what is the matter, My baby?"

Meena was for some seconds silent, if she is thinking, how to answer, “Today, our dancing that was somehow, not okay, …I mean," she couldn’t find the correct wording and right explanation, I thought.

"But I saw you two, that was hot, you know, Jalal and you dancing together. You seemed to be enjoying each other." I spoke.

"Oh, well yes, I guess. He is a very good dancer; I had no idea." Meena responded.

She looked at me if she waits for me to say something important to her while I tried to choose my words carefully,

"You know I don't mind you dancing with other men, don't you?"

"Yes, I know, you have often told me that,"she replied.

"Well..., I especially like you dancing with him," I said.

"What, why him in particular?" Meena asked.

"He, that is, well… it is obvious how lovely he thinks you are and how lucky I am to be married to you. Also, you, well the truth is you both look good together. In dancing with him you look very natural," I argued.

Meena smiled and said softly, "honestly my dear Nadir, I knew about your voyeuristic tendencies and actually the two things complimented each other," and after a short pause if she tries to concentrate her thoughts to talk, continued, "my love of dancing, with other men, and you, my beloved husband being able to watch. This is the one thing, but second thing is that it seemed today you were more excited than usual about me dancing with old Mr. Noori, and I am still charmed why,"

"Yes, probably that is it, he is, or better to say that is you have never danced with such a man before, have you?" I tried my best somehow to argue.

"No, I haven't, but to be honest that didn't really cross my mind. It was more that he is a friend of us now, well, yours, and mine too, we appreciate him, and I was flattered that he wanted to dance with me," she said, and then, before I find the right answer, she went on, "Nadir, what is it about me dancing with Jalal that excites you so strong?"while this statement, she looked directly in my direction.

I felt her deep gaze even in the dim light, "Yes, well partly. That is exciting because he is a powerful athletic man," and after a short pause, "but it's more than that, let me think… it's because he is so fascinated by you, while he seems so…"

"... Old but ruling, controlling, predominating, commanding, just like uncle Mansi, is this what excites you so much?" Meena said finishing my sentence and obvious train of thought.

She was thoughtful but at the same time she looked relieved if she has discovered something.
"I think your love to play with fire and touch danger is slowly but surely rises above even normal levels for you. This is dangerous my dear. It excites more and more, to come into contact with fire, danger and finally pain, is this what fascinates you so? You want this all, but without getting hurt, you want to move on the border, on the edge," Meena spoke.

"Maybe," I said quietly.

"I have the impression that all stimulates you and that makes you more alive, but shouldn't it normally be scarier? I'm on the other side and that's exactly the point that scares me, not that I don't have confidence in myself…"

"But that is probably why it appeals to me so much, feeling me alive… "I said.

"I understand," she said, "like a small bad boy, looking for new games and toys, even playing with fire, dangerous but exciting...But fire burns, it has that in its nature, maybe a child doesn't know this and reaches for fire, but you have to know that fire burns..."
And after a short pause she continued, "Did you think about what you would do if the fire burns you, if the danger hurts you, and if the pain is not bearable, Nadir?"

"Seen this way, actually you suppose we are on a game field, a game with components of fire, fear, pain, excitement and pleasure," I argued, "And the game means for me to live and to be alive,"

"I don't think so... then in relation to me and our love and even the third person who plays a role here, you are shameless selfish Nadir, aren't you?" Meena asked.

"No, not at all. I'm sorry, in my opinion there is something for everyone, enjoyment and pleasure, and I firmly believe that. But to finish this unnecessary conversation, my lovely Meena, if you don't want to, that's fine, it's just..." I said as my last statement, "I don’t want to discuss this with you anymore, this endless discussion is getting too much for me., let’s leave it," I said, slightly upset.

She probably sensed that I was a little angry, even though I didn't mean to be.

"You are right Nadir, this is an endless unnecessary discussion, but it means I am afraid, I don't want anyone to get hurt," she said, "I feel the danger, I need warn you not to play on the edge, it is dangerous, but I am going to do what your desire is, I love you and believe that to love is not just look at other’s eyes and feel or search the love, but to look at the same direction in life…"

Meena then looked at me with another wicked smile. What was she up to now?

* * *

Next day, early in the morning before she wakes up, I thought it was high noon to control my hidden cameras again.
I hadn't used them for a long time.
I tried whether they work and activated them for the times when Meena is at home...

* * *

Saturday was a strange day.
The weather was strange, the temperature was strange and our mood and behaviour too!
I got up early. Meena was still sleeping. Then I lay down again and slept until late morning.
When I woke up Meena was in basement, in the kitchen.
The weather was rainy and cold, so cold that we couldn't have breakfast outside in the garden.
Then suddenly the sun came out and after breakfast it slowly became hot and you could sunbathe.
We didn't talk much and not at all about Jalal.
I could swear there was something strange in the air, and between us too.
I had a strange feeling, not a pleasant one.
Meena was sunbathing as I left for hospital until late in die evening.

* * *

Sunday afternoon, Meena drove Nadir to the airport.
When she was back home and changed, she walked into the bathroom to shower, spotted a note on the bathroom sink left...

‘My lovely Meena,
Have a great time next days!
My love will accompany you all the time.
Jalal knows you're alone, and perhaps will check in.
show him that you are my faithful angel and only I can decide what
happens next,
Love
Nadir’ ...

Meena smiled as she read the paper. she was sure that there will be no Problems while his absence. ‘She will reject Jalal if he tries anything, that was for sure.’ she thought, ‘Nadir is insecure because of our recent conversation.
That might not be a bad thing. He will be careful and not Exaggerate the things.
But do I want him to suffer because of it? It's not Fair.
I have to talk to him about it when he calls. I have to calm him down, he needs confidence’. Nevertheless, she decided and hoped not to meet Jalal in the next few days while Nadir was away but just for pay the bill, it was safer that way.
She wasn't planning on doing much coming days, just chilling out and relaxing after work, spending time by the new pond. She wanted to rest alone at home and catching up on her studies. She sighed then she stuck Nadir’s message paper on the mirror with an adhesive tape...

* * *

On Monday Meena didn't have to work long.
After leaving workplace, she sat down with a friend from work in a Coffee shop and chatted a bit about work and their plans for the rest of the summer.
After that she went to the supermarket shopping for die next few days.
On the way home, she thought about what she was going to do that day and the rest of the week until Nadir was back.
Arriving home, she decided to take a bath and then order a pizza for dinner while she watched a movie.
She called the pizza place as she ran the bath, knowing it would take them at least an hour.
Soaking in the bath, she moaned softly as her muscles unwound.
When the water ran cold, she stood up, shaking off the lingering bubbles.
She hopped quickly out of the tub.
As she was putting on her short bathrobe, she heard the doorbell ring.
As she ran down the stairs to the basement, she thought the pizza boy arrived very quickly today.
Meena opened the door downstairs but at that moment her stomach filled with dread. Standing in the entry, with the pizza box in his hands, was Jalal.

"Oh, Jalal, I'm sorry!"Meena whimpered.

Jalal stared at her, mouth gaping.
He stood watching Meena, then cleared his throat, "No problem, I thought we could go out to dinner together tonight, but I saw that you ordered pizza. I met the pizza boy at the door, paid him and took it. I bring it to table, the pizza is getting cold!"

Meena was afraid to disagree.
While trying to cover her breasts, she could feel Jalal's gaze, like a slimy snail, crawling over her skin.
She knew that her robe was a smaller one and barely covered her body completely, exposing the tops of her breasts and offering a flash of her legs up to her thighs if she sat down on the sofa.
She stayed next to the sofa standing.
Jalal sat on the sofa, quietly opened the pizza box, and offered her a slice.

"I hope you don't mind me stopping by, Meena," Jalal purred.

"I wanted to make sure everything is okay. I was thinking of to come here for a short hour, just to make sure you are not very lonely without Doki." His eyes darkened, a flash of something predatory crossing his face.

"Oh no, Jalal, that's not necessary," Meena stuttered, her stomach dropping.

"I'm sure you have a lot to do and me too," She nibbled at her pizza, no longer hungry after this shock moment.

"Oh, but dear Meena, it would be my pleasure!" Jalal stood up and Said, "Okay, if you have something else to do this evening, then I will leave you, but I would like to ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow evening."

Meena was embarrassed by the situation and was wishing that Jalal to leave her alone.
She spoke without hesitation, "okay, I had to pay the bill for our pond too. we'll see each other tomorrow evening. Thank you for the invitation."…

* * *

Monday was a quiet day for me. I only attended a few sessions and workshops.
In the evening after dinner, I decided to visit the sea and the coast which was two hundred meters from the hotel.
As I sat down on a rock on the shore, I started thinking about our lives and the last few days. In the end, I thought about our last conversation after the night of dancing and her anxious words.
I was suddenly worried.
Why did she talk about risks and danger like that?
Why is she comparing a playful sexual relationship with fire right now?
Women, as we know, have a stronger sense for such things than men.
I had the feeling that I had to talk to her. The memory of our conversation after Jalal's invitation and dance night caused me to think deeply and restlessly. I was unsettled, the more I thought about her sentences the more unsettled I became.
I called Meena art once, while sitting there and watching the waves in Late evening light.
After a few sentences about your and my day I went to my main topic that bothered me. I asked the question that I wanted.
So, when my voice trembled, I knew that I was very tense what could have been her answer.
Meena informed me that afternoon Jalal was there for some minutes to see if the work is done, and they meet tomorrow to settle the invoice.

"I thought about him before… Do you... I mean have you feelings...?" I asked Meena.

"Yes! I know what you think, Nadir…," before I tell something, she replied, if she knew already what is coming, "He's fun, but not more,"

"Do you want with him... I mean?.." I stuttered but couldn't finish the sentence.

I think she knew exactly what I was asking next, and I think she thought that I deserved an honest answer.

"No. I don’t want… I just like to mess about but only when you are there and to an extent and as far as you are happy, that's all," then she added, "apart from that, this is your wish and fantasy to see me teasing him and even sometimes flirting with him, then why do you ask such a nonsense?" Meena replied and giggled.

I said nothing more.

But after a short pause she asked, "Are you jealous Nadir? There's no need to be. Jalal is an nice old man, sometimes a bit horny perhaps, but not my type and not my class, I just mean I can't start anything serious with him, he is not at all my dream man. I love you and I do this all only for your happiness."

"I watched you with him dancing so close, even I had the feeling that you were going to kiss and even more," I said quietly, and in such a manner that it was clear to her that it was not in any sense, an accusation.

"I know and we talked before about that, baby!"her response silenced the both of us, until she continued, "I saw you while Jalal tried to kiss my neck,"

This time and at this moment, I don't know why, suddenly I had a scary feeling of losing her. I guessed this especially had to do with the dance night, after this evening and their close and intimate dance.

"Let's say it the way it is, can we please Meena,"I  said, it was a request not a directive. 
"He was kissing and licking your neck, and he had almost his hand on your butts to grab your ass and caress it. And while he was doing that, you were standing there and letting him to do this all."

"Firstly, I was not standing, I was dancing are enjoying only dance, and secondly didn’t you enjoy the show?" It was a question that was loaded with implications for me, her and our future.

"I did certainly enjoy it, and I was also happy that you were having fun," I responded, but we both knew that it was a prevarication.

"Please answer my question, Nadir! We've known each other long enough to have no secrets. You must be honest with me if you like this game or games to go on or not," Meena said as if she is a little bit annoyed.

Meena knew me well, and she had previously surely seen my excitation and sexual arousal when she had been with Jalal chatting and dancing, so she was unsurprised by my answer.

"It aroused me as always," I said added, "but this frightened me at the same time," I could imagine at this moment, that her look is now somehow confused.
I added, "he seems to develop serious feelings for you, this is the point that frightens me."

"Oh really, do you think so? I don’t feel this, and even if he does, this is his problem," then she added, "I love you and only you, Nadir. This is and stays just a fantasy game and not more for me," after a short pause, "You can stop this game any moment, as always, if you want," and she added with a cool, neutral voice, "I don't mind at all if we stop it. I'm looking for your satisfaction and enjoyment, this is most important point for me."

I guess Meena felt my excitement which was simultaneously mixed with my fear.

"There's no need to be frightened my sweet dream man," she emphasized again, "I don't have any plans starting any game or adventure without my baby. Not even with other men who are more exciting or sexier than Jalal who could be my father."

"But will you tell me before you do something like that? I mean an adventure and so on," I insisted.

"I swear!" she replied.

"I swear, I can never hide anything from you, you know that… I chose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in any heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you,".

* * *

Though I had one hundred percent trust in my Meena, I was just partly satisfied, but only partly.
First, I believed and still do, everything changes with time, even nature and cosmos and we are a part of this process, we change exactly thesame way.
There are things that someday happened to a person and sometime later they seem to him alien and strange.
And second, we are all human and I knew we all make mistakes.
I knew that the purpose of our lives is to be happy, experience enjoyment and get pleasure.
Love gives these all to us, but sometime love goes his way, but happiness, pleasure and enjoyment another way.
This is the point: Love is untamed force.
If we try to control love, pleasure and enjoyment at the same time, love destroys us or we destroy love If we try to imprison love, it enslaves us, when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
I knew that nothing ever remains the same, there could be a lot of drama in the process of change. and Meena's and my lives could change dramatically, if we should not be careful and cautious.
What I didn't think about at all on this day: my mistake, my big mistake was to even talk to her today, and so worried and scared and with such concern and anxiety about this topic.
I should have thought that probably and logically, she would refrain from telling me everything that was happening that might worry me.
Well, I should have foreseen that she will protect me and take care of me as always. That means if in the next few days or in the future generally, something specific happens, an incident between the two of them, no matter in what form and how intense, physical or whatever, so as not to disquiet me, probably, will not tell me and hide...
And this was a terrible and primitive move from me, like a fatal beginner's mistake in chess!

* * *

Tuesday was full of attending meetings and talking to some friends.
Before I go away, I called Meena from my hotel and spoke briefly.
She was at work, and had not much time.
Meena told me that she will work a little longer today and when she gets home she will call me.
At the evening I had to deal with the content of my seminar on my area of expertise, vascular surgery, and prepare myself…

* * *

On Tueseday Meena went to work by taxi. She thought if she went out with Jalal as planned, he could take her home.
Jalal picked her up from her workplace at the university.
Meena had a very busy work day and just wanted to relax and have a glass of wine. But she had promised Jalal to accompany him, and he was last day clearly pleased to go dancing with her again, although she was not in the mood to dance.
After they met in her office and she paid the bill for their pond, they rode to the known restaurant for dinner.
There was a lot going on and the dance floor was crowded.
After dinner the waitress brought her second glass of wine, Meena thanked and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her glass of wine and just unwind from the day.
She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
Jalal has left for some minutes after dinner, to call his company.
As he came back, he apologized and ordered his second wine glass.
Meena looked around, noticing the sitting crowd more or less, all facing the band enjoying their music and ... except for Jalal.
He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move.
When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and showed the dance floor with his head and said, should we?
Then looked into her eyes in the dim lighting. She didn't know what to do. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist him.
Honestly, previously she was not in the mood but now definitely feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would accept his offer.
Jalal got up from his chair and he extended his hand gently.
She realized that a slow song had just started, and she guessed he wanted to dance this round with her definitely.
Meena accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him to the dance floor. She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He held her like last time securely.
Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately. She immediately felt that she had made the right decision to accept his invitation to dance.
She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it.
She finally belonged to him and him alone.
This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with such a master. It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the closeness.
Meena soon put her head on Jalal’s chest. She was almost curious and testing him to see what he would do next.
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted together even closer.
'Mmmmmmmh,' she thought to herself and sighed out loud and smiled.
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to Nadir.
Under the influence of wine, Meena wondered what would happen if she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt.
She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that she would reach in his shirt and caress his strong chest.
Jalal kissed the top of her head as if he sensed and read her thoughts and immediately she thought, 'Oh, what the hell...'Meena turned to face his upper chest and neck to deeply inhale once again, the wonderful cologne scent.
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted more...
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind, everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
She will ensure that things stay this way and that the red line is not crossed.
She was turned on and she knew this, but logical mind said she must be careful.
Jalal wanted to kiss her lips again, but Meena pulled her head back and their bodies were pressed together.

Meena looked into his eyes and said softly, "sorry, Jalal… you know…" and then tenderly and briefly kissed his cheek and his neck.

Jalal smiled and kissed her head and then her cheek and said, "I understand my dear,".

It was a bit awkward for a moment. But after this moment, Meena knew happily, from his body language, he was clearly telling her he was thinking what she was thinking.
After a short minute, the slow music ended, and a more upbeat song started.
Then Jalal led her by the hand back over to the table they were sitting in.
Meena grabbed her light summer coat and bag and escorted him out of the restaurant toward his Bentley.
Hopefully to get closer to his goal, Jalal wanted to drive home with Meena by his side.
He had the feeling, he had to have her and wanted to give her a night that she will never forget.
But Meena said that she had had a long day, and she likes to go home and rest.
Finally, after arriving her home, they sat outside her house in his car while talking about that evening.

Meena spoke, "Thank you Jalal. I had a good time," she said opening her eyes to smile at him with her hand on the car's door handle.

"I must thank you for accepting my invitation, Meena," he said and added, "are you interested to see my rose garden tomorrow?"

Meena answered, "Yes, sure why not I will be very happy,"

"Okay, then I collect you from work, is this okay?" Jalal asked.

"Yes, it is optimal, I look forward to seeing your garden," Meena responded.

Meena should have left his car, but she didn't at once. She delayed her departure and prolonged her time with him by sitting there in an alcohol dazed stupor.
She felt guilty, for not being so forthcoming in answer his movements attempts at rapprochement while dancing.
She was sorrier for him.

"Well, thank you for the nice meal and dance, Jalal. Thank you for being a gentleman. I had fun," said Meena reaching for the door handle again. 
"I'll see you tomorrow after work," she said giving him a sexy smile before turning away.

"Wait," he said.

“Yes," Meena turned her head to him. “What is it?”

"Meena," Jalal said tenderly, "I feel me so lively and vital in your presence, there is no shame in that, is there?" and then looking her straight into her eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful."

Before Meena shows any reaction to his statement and question, he took her in his arms and hugged her as she trembled.
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.

That was very short, then he let her go, and whispered, "Excuse me Meena..."

They locked eyes and then the unimaginable happened.
Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against hers.
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became another, then another.
‘Oh, I've missed this, being to hold her tender body, in my arms, feeling her delicate and sweet lips against mine.’ Jalal thought.
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe, but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing arms.
Jalal could taste her strawberry lipstick from her soft lips, and she could feel her lipstick pealing from his lips with each parting breath.
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there was a not approved, almost sinful union.
Meena could feel his heart beating as if it were her own. And then she began to feel something more...
'The feel of his heart by mine...,' suddenly her eyes popped open as she realize who was kissing her.

"Jalal, no, it is too much, it is a mistake…" she said, with him answering,

"Yes, Meena, I know…" and pulling her lips impossibly closer, deeper.

"No ... no ... no. Enough, we are not allowed, Jalal, please…" she yelled at him as she pushed him away.
"Whoa… None of ... enough. We can't ... Remember, I'm married," Meena said breathlessly when their lips separated.
Reluctantly, Jalal released his hold on her.

His mind was in a whirl, 'She was kissing me, too. And look at her ... She's breathing as hard as I am, she's blushing from what just happened, there's sweat running off her forehead and down between her breasts...'

Yet all he said was, "Yes, I'm sorry, Meena. I tripped and ... I just don't know what came over me."

"Over us," corrected Meena in a voice so soft and low he wasn't sure he'd actually, heard it.

"I apologize Meena, but honestly I am not sorry," Jalal said and added, "it is for me a puzzle, why do you fight against what you want and the will of your body, but it is okay, I respect your decision and restraint, I thought we were alone, and I just wanted to be close to you…"

"Unfortunately, for me at least, we are not alone, Nadir is with me, he is always there, he is in my heart and watches us, I don't want to do something wrong," Meena said sadly and quietly.

"I know, logically someone has to be as you say in your heart, then he can also approach you, and I am not in your heart." Jalal said sadly, almost complaining…

Meena interrupted him and replied, “you are already at the door, let's say almost inside my heart, maybe not that deep but yes," and after a short pause added, "but that doesn't mean you are allowed in my pants too!" and laughed.

Jalal laughed too. Meena continued, "I think we're done in here. How about calling me tomorrow?"

Nodding his head, he watched as she got out of the car and walked away towards her house door, marvelling once again at the sight of her Shapely long leg and her tight, round buttocks cheeks.
He thought, a man at that age, such a strong man with a strong personality, sometimes felt so weak towards her and no matter what she asked, he would have done, he couldn't understand that. He has always been an alpha male ever since he got to know himself and the world around him, for as long as he can remember.
He was always a ruling personality in his professional and private life and in his dealings with his environment.
Jalal had taken over the company from his father and had multiplied not only the company but also the entire material possessions of the family, which now consists of him and his son. He always believed that with steadfast reactions and a firm hand you can achieve anything. He had achieved everything he wanted through good sense, confidence, foresight and patience.
After his wife's death, he had a few brief and rather superficial relationships, but now with Meena it was different.
He wished he was twenty years younger and had met Meena when she was young, a single woman. He sensed that Meena liked him very much and, despite the significant age difference and the fact that she was already taken as a wife and married to Nadir, she soon wanted to have him not only as a friend but also as a lover.
But for the current reality and situation, if he absolutely wants to have and occupy Meena, he should not risk it, waiting and watching was the password.

* * *

Late in the evening, after the exciting hours of dancing with Jalal and what happened afterwards in the car, Meena was in the bathroom cleaning her makeup off.
She wore nothing but one of Nadir’s large summer cotton shirt, light yellow, loosely buttoned around her waist.
Every time, when Nadir was on a congress-journey, she wore one of his shirts to sleep. A lot of skin and cleavage were showing.
Her magnificent tits and her perfect ass were hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric.
She looked as always, hot and in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too.
She needed her male at the moment, she thought.
As she was looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had a crazy idea.
She buttoned up the shirt, showing her firm stomach with a hint of abs.
She was clutching the shirt so that only parts of her boobs were showing, but it was just enough to make it seriously hot and teasing. She held her nice tits through the shirt, while biting her lower lip, smiling coyly.
Meena turned off the main light.
Now only the limited light from Nadir's small shaving mirror was on. Then she got her cell phone and started taking photos of her appearance in the mirror.
After taking some photos, she checked the pictures and chose three of them.
The first picture showing off her shapely, juicy thighs from the side.
In the second one she had turned her back to the mirror, and her perfect ass was hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric of Nadir’s shirt, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly. The last photo showed Meena in nothing but a towel, covering her upper mid-thigh to just above her chest!
Because of the dim light, all photos showed a silhouette of her body, they didn't show too much, but the implication was certainly there, and it was enough to see to imagine more.
Meena forwarded the three pictures to Nadir.
They were captioned ‘dream of me… ’

* * *

When I returned to the room after brushing my teeth, I noticed that Meena had called two minutes ago. I called back.

"Hi baby, did you like what I sent you?" She asked immediately.

I checked my phone. Nope, nothing.

"What did you send, something written?" I asked.

"Nooo, the photos!" she answered.

I got confused, "Photos? Which photos?"

"Yes, silly. The three I just sent. In the bathroom."

There was a brief pause. A moment of silence.

Meena's tone of voice has changed.

"You did get a photo just now, right?" she asked, uncertain. 

I reached for my phone and checked to be sure, "Nope. Nothing here."

"I have to check, call you back right away," Meena stopped talking and quickly interrupted the contact…

* * *

Meena, phone in hand, scrolled through it. Her scrolling came to a stop and her jaw dropped.

'Damn... damn… What have I done!' Meena exclaimed, holding a hand to her mouth.

'Damn! I sent it to the wrong number, I... I sent it to Jalal!' she talked loudly to herself.

She noted that 'Nadir', and Jalal as 'Noori' his surname, were staying just next to each other and she chose the wrong name when sending.
Meena dumped down on the end of the bed, staring at her phone.

'It's so wrong... damn, how could this happen? I sent him nude pics of my legs and my ass! oh god, it's so wrong, now that Jalal is... thinking and doing God knows what,' I even captioned it ' dream of me,' damn!
God, I can't believe I sent it to someone else, even worse, to him!
After teasing him today?
'It's so wrong!'
Thinking and murmuring all time. how that old horny man got an eyeful of her hot ass and legs and titis. She could only imagine how hot that'd look, and what Jalal might think... and do...
She took a quick glance in the pics. Her face was even in two of them!
'How can I inform Nadir about this shit, what should I tell him, especially after our conversation, how will he feel when he finds out what shit I've done?' She thought. 'no, no, just not that, I can't tell him, yes, he trusts me and will also believe me that it was just a stupid mistake on my part but then he will think about what Jalal will do with it and how Jalal sees it and what he will plan...'
Then Meena cell phone dinged.
Someone had texted her.
Meena paused, looking at her phone, thinking. Then she reached over at the nightstand where her phone was laying.
She laid back and swiped her lock away. Her eyes went wide.

"Damn, he... he replied." She spoke.

She just kept looking wide-eyed at the photo. Half looking at it, half contemplating what to do next.
The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man.
His huge and muscular chest and belly was hidden under a white tank top.
His face was hidden. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, Meena saw this large man standing in his white boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a big and very long bulge.
It was surreal, Meena thought. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.
And it was captioned, 'All yours.'
'Damn!' Meena thought.
'Is...is that real?' she asked herself, then blushed realising what .. 'No.. can't be. Probably stuffed his boxers with something…' She thought in a state of disbelief.
But she couldn't be sure, of course.
It was way more than Nadir’s even Mansour’s as she remembered, longer too.
Dammit, Jalal was hung! And what's more, Jalal had captioned it 'All yours' She thought.
'Just trying to impress me, I bet,' she moaned while slightly biting her lip while looking at the length and thickness of it.
At the next moment Meena was ashamed admiring actually a strange man’s cock. She scrolled with trembling finger the pics and looked one time more at her photos which she sent Jalal.
It was just something about seeing her shapely ass and titis hugged by Nadir’s cotton shirt. Yes, the pictures were so hot.
They truly were very sexy photos and looking at them made for sure things of every male grow up!
Knowing that Jalal had already seen it, and probably jacked off to it.
Jalal had probably been cumming for her.
She was angry with herself for her dirty thoughts more than sending them to him…
Meena finally thought she had to stop the madness somehow, she chose Jalal's name in her cell phone and just typed, 'I’m sorry, just a mistake, I chose wrong number!'
After a short pause came the answer, 'whether intentionally or accidentally, I was lucky again! But mine was intentional!'
Meena wrote, 'please delete my pictures before someone sees it,'
Jalal: 'Nobody is going to see them, except me, and I have to be honest with you, I have to think about deleting!'
Meena: 'and I ask you not to mention it again when we see each other,'
Jalal: 'I promise never to mention the picture or the content, but am I allowed
to think about it in my dreams?'
Meena: 'I can't forbid you to dream or control your dreams,'
Jalal: 'I'm sorry, but I'm thankful to God that you can't do that,'
Meena: 'You are a bad boy, Mr. Noori,'
Jalal: 'I will not deny it, you have not seen my different faces yet… Did you delete mine?'
Meena: 'Is that you?!'
Jalal: 'Who else do you think? Is it not obvious? Should I send another one that contains my face and body without a cover?'
Meena: 'No, no. please no, I believe you, yes, I deleted it.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but let me know if you need a new one!'
Meena: 'You are so bad… Now, I must go and sleep, I am very tired.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but just a question, does the person you wanted to send the photos to, know that you sent them to the wrong person, I mean to me?'
Meena: 'No, no, and you do not forget your promise, good night,'
Jalal: ' I always keep my promises. Good night my dear, sleep well. But I will dream with and about the pictures of you and you,' Meena put her cell phone on the nightstand. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
As she came back and lay down to bed, before turning off the light, she picked
up her phone and scrolled the pics until the picture of Jalal appeared.
First, she wanted to delete it, but she looked at it again and thought out loud, 'unbelievable, such a man and such a...' and bit her lower lip lightly.
Then she turned it off and left the cell phone back on the nightstand, and pressed the light switch…

* * *

After about twenty minutes from our first call, I phoned Meena.

"Hi, baby, excuse me I was in bathroom." She answered.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes, sure, I made a mistake, and didn’t sent it previously, I'll send it right away, I love you,sleep well, good night."

Then I received the some fantastic photos of her sexy body.

It was captioned ‘Just yours’…

◊ ◊ ◊

Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

"Just yours!" ...

But whose?

[Demeter]

On Wednesday, late morning while in the university, Meena was getting some study done in the library, she received a message from Jalal.
She opened it and read; ‘Hi Meena, I call you after lunch, Kisses’.
After a short pause to think what to answer, she scrolled the messages and came to the photo Jalal sent her last night.
She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table.
Then she looked around nervously before picking it back up.
She found herself staring at the picture, remembering all the details from conversations from yesterday on the road and the night.
For a moment Meena was horrified because she noticed that her pussy is already throbbing, and she realised that she'd subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together.
She gasped and jerked her legs apart.

Meena was about to delete the picture that she thought about it again, and left it and closed the message. 
Then she just wrote in response, ‘it's okay, see you later.’, andtried to get back to work.’
When Meena returned from lunch in her study, Jalal called.
Before she answered, she thought hopefully he has not forgotten his promises and will not make any comments about the pictures.

'Hi Meena, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment for visiting my rose-garden.' He sounded like usual, and this immediately calmed down her.

'No, of course not, when are you going to pick me up from home?'

'Can I pick you up from work around 4pm when you're finished?'

Meena knew that he wanted to take her again for dinner and surely dance after their visiting his garden. But she definitely didn't want to dance with him today.
She didn't dare because she was afraid that he would make some advances towards her. Especially after the stupid incident with the pictures.

'I am sorry Jalal but I have to work longer today, better see you later and sfter that we'll see…' she answered.

'Is 6 o'clock okay? We can then drive straight to the garden before it gets dark, and the sun disappears.'

'6 o'clock is fine, but then I want to go home because I'm tired.' Meena responded...

* * *

They chatted while riding to Jalal’s home.
Meena asked if he lives alone in his house.

He replied, "Practically yes, a married couple lives with me who are around 50. They are my employees. He also works for me in the company but mainly takes care of the house with his wife. I am a very lazy person, he takes care of the garden and shopping, and she takes care of cooking, washing and cleaning, actually she is my housekeeper."

"Do they live there in your house?" Meena asked.

"Yes and no, they don't live in the main house but in a smaller house next door, so practically I live alone." He replied.

"So, then you are a real aristocrat, you want to say, is that right?" Meena asked and laughed.

"No, no, I am just a lazy old man," he laughed and responded.

"Do not repeat and emphasize that you are an old man, I think we are always the same age as our inside. I heard somewhere that 'Getting old is like climbing a mountain, you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!'. I mean you are so old that you fell in your heart and… and… at this moment you are so old how I feel it about you and that is not that you are old..."

"is your family just your son from whom you spoke?" Meena asked.

"Yes but today is a friend of mine at my house, after dinner he leaves. He ist like brother for me. He is my childhood friend, Tahir, who is 5 or 6 years younger than me. He is also my ranch neighbour and lives in his ranch. He also looks after my son, who lives in my ranch. We are as close relatives."

"Do you think you will have time for a 2–3-days trip in the near future? Jalal asked. “I would like to invite you to my ranch and house outside of town."

Meena asked, "you mean me and Nadir?"

Jalal replied, "Can you come to me alone? To be honest, I would definitely only do it with you alone, but I meant you and Doki, I know that there is no other option, not yet, and by the way, the main thing is that you are there…" he said and laughed.

"What do you mean when you say 'not yet'? You never give up dreaming?" Meena giggled.

"In relation to you, never, until I die. By the way, I am used to imagining my goals first and dreaming about them, so I managed to achieve them and make them a reality, I am a visionary..." Jalal argued.

Meena interrupted him, "Okay, okay, don’t’ dream yet… I will see if we can find time, we don't have anything planned for the week with a Monday holiday, maybe we can manage then... In any case, thank you for the invitation,"
Jalal’s house was a very huge building, actually a small palace, Meena thought, ‘A palace with a dream garden!’.

The house had a very large open front courtyard with a pond in the middle of it, and a large backyard.
There stood a newly built but smaller building, and a very beautiful flower garden. Not an ordinary garden, but a lush, exotic outdoor oasis of pleasure where you could go trough for hours, Meena thought. An accomplished gardener, an extraordinary paradise with lush grass, exotic plants and trees, and even a gentle babbling brook, complete with a waterfall.
Tahir was in garden as they arrived. He was shorter than Jala and somewhat heavy in the middle. He had a great head of curly hair and his face were round and brownish from the sun.
They greeted, Jalal introduced Meena to him, and they shaked hands.
Jalal told Meena they have to talk about ranch and she can walk and observe the garden.
While Meena was walking in the rose garden, the men sat on a garden bench and started talking. Meena has often noticed that the two are watching her and it seems that they are also talking about her and grinning.
Later while dinner, Jalal was already thinking about how to be as intimate with her as possible.
He had to take advantage of the days when her Nadir was not in town.
He knew that if he wanted Meena to be a little more relaxed and soft, he would have to get her to drink some alcohol. He had already noticed that at the first dance evening with Nadir, she was much more relaxed.
And he had a very good white wine brought from his wine cellar.
Shortly after dinner in the dining room they chatted more. And later in the library the housekeeper brought a tray of wine and other drinks. She was a very polite and nice looking woman of about fifty.
They talked about the house and Meena asked Jalal if he had bought it or they belonged to his family.
Jalal spoke about his family and emphasized that the house is about two hundred years old and his great-grandfather, a successful and wealthy businessman bought it about 120 years ago. His grandmother planted the garden and his father inherited it from his grandfather.
They drank wine and continued chatting a while about her work, about Nadir and how they met Jalal.
Tahir and Jalal spoke about their parents and their childhood in the country and on the ranch.

Tahir said, "I am very close to Jalal, we did and still do almost everything together and know everything about each other, and we share almost everything since our childhood..." and he laughed.

As Tahir wanted to leave, he told them, "I wish you pleasant rest of the evening," then he looked in Meena's eyes and smiled and said, "enjoy you both this warm summer night. I hope to see you, young lady, soon in the country. I heard Jalal invited you to ranch next week, I’ll be surely there too to enjoy being there with you and maybe being able to serve."

Meena got the impression that Jalal had talked to Tahir about her and possibly about his interest in her and God knows what else.
Maybe he also showed him the pictures? She asked herself.
She felt her face suddenly blush and was for a moment ashamed that she had thought about this topic.
After Tahir left, they sat, and Meena asked Jalal about Tahir’s life and family.
He answered that Tahir wanted never to have a family.

"He is not a family person. I am different. I would like to have a family or have one again. He lives alone in the country with his animals and trees and forest, since I met him, it means always. He has and loves a somewhat wild way of life and freedom is the most important thing for him. For him, the relationships are only temporary and physical and have no sentimental meaning. Exactly the opposite of me. I want to get closer emotionally and I think being in love is very
important.“

Meena changed the topic, and they spoke again about the garden.
"I love your garden and I love die roses," Meena explained.

"Perhaps because you are a part of them," Jalal said and smiled.

"I love the garden in general, I loved being in the midst of all the growing things, I wish the whole world was one huge garden," she added.

Jalal looked at her and said, "my roses need always some definite attention, so I gave it them… I carefully water them, clear out the squash leaves that were start to get diseased," then he looked at Meena and noticed she is looking deeply at him.

In Jalal’s imagination, at this moment, even as a married woman of somebody else Meena was a virgin in the purest sense of the word, in every element of her being, and he dared not change that roughly, She deserved the most tender handling. Is this love? he thought and tried to answer…

Then he just told, “Now, I love my flowers..."

"Beautiful, just beautiful your flowers, all of them and your garden," Meena said.

"My paradise," Jalal replied smiling, as he watches Meena’s enthusiasm.

"I call it the Garden of Love and Delight." He added, "But at this time and after I met you, in my world, there is a being that is more beautiful than my garden, that is you, Meena. I was able to swap it with Doki, my garden for his Meena."

"How much wine did you drink, Jalal, you must be completely drunk if you want to do business... that would be a loss-making business," and giggled.

"I know that I am not taking any risks, I know my way around. You are not just beautiful Meena, you are sweet, kind, loving, caring and sometimes very funny. You are everything I could ever want in a woman, you are fun to be around and I loved every moment I spend with you. I was born perhaps twenty-five years too soon to be your age class, and may be fifteen years too late to discover you as a free and single woman, Meena, but I am happy to have you, now, as a friend." Jalal said quietly while looking deep in her eyes.

"Do you think Doki will do this deal with me?" He said smiling and then winked.

“But anytime from now until I’m alive, I'll be happy and content if I can be more to you than just a friend. And I will sacrifice a lot for you if it has to be, material things mean nothing to me and I have enough for many... Doki can even have his own hospital if he gives me what I want, you…"

There was a call for Jalal on his phone.
As Jalal left the room to answer the call, Meena stood up and walked to the bookshelves and started reading the book titles and looking more closely at the family photos on the wall next to them. When Jalal came back, he saw that Meena was standing with her back to the door. Tonight, she was wearing slightly tight jeans with a light-yellow silk blouse with a pair of her black 5 cm heel pump sandals. The combination of the shoes, tight jeans and her round ass marked for a really hot look. To make it even hotter she stood slightly bent over to read some book titles in the lower part of the book shelves. 
Jalal stopped briefly in the middle of the room, Meena was still busy reading.
His gaze followed her well-shaped body from above down to her beautiful back and round buttocks in her white good fitting stretch capri-leggings.
He could see even her slips-line under her pants. Jalal thought about and imagined the pictures from the previous evening.
Her incredibly sexy body and her curves, and continued to look hungrily at her butts, so close and so hot.
Then he came up behind her.
She felt his presence behind her, stood up and wanted to turn to him. But before she does that, she felt how he stood closely behind her and put and without hesitation his hand on her clothed ass.
She was wearing dark cotton pants and silk blouse.

"Ohh…Meena,.."he whispered close to her ear.

Then he quickly moved his hand down over the curve of her ass and in between her legs.
He started rubbing her pussy through her pants. He was rubbing softly but firmly.
Jalal thought she would push his hand away immediately but she didn't.
Meena was for a moment petrified then she felt how her legs buckled. She placed a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself.

"Ummph," she mumbled faintly, Jalal heard.

Jalal could hear her breathing as her eyes closed and she swayed back.
It felt like it was happening in slow motion.

"Oh my…" she exhaled and whimpered faintly.

Jalal could actually feel her push herself into his hand. He could feel his hand reach the front of her crotch and then back again.
The tight material enabled him to feel her sex.
He was touching Meena's genitals.
Through clothes but he was touching Meena's pussy.

"Jalal we can't. I can not to do this…" Meena said whispering and with shaking voice, but at the same time leaned her head back and rubbed her cheek against his.

"This is so wrong. We have to stop." Then she gazed over her shoulder and looked at him, with half-closed eyes.
Meena's eyes seemed to plead with him.

Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.
Jalal didn ‘t reply but kept rubbing her pussy through her legs as he raised his left hand and brought it up to her breast.
He cupped her left breast and then moved it over to her right tit.
Feeling her hardening nipple in his hand through her silk shirt and then back to her right breast giving special attention to her hard nipple.
Meena, was now breathing deeply and gasping with a slight moan as he rubbed her nipple.
Their bodies were rubbing against each other and Jalal pushed his hardening long cock against her left ass cheek as his hand searched for her clit hidden beneath her clothes.
He must have found it.

"Aahhh Jalal…" Meena moaned his name softly for the first time without trying to stop him.
But after a short pause, "ahhhh ahhh, Jalal we can't."

Jalal reached down and stroked Meena's clit more urgently. He continued to move his hand back forth over her jean ‘s covered pussy.

"Ahh stop ahh you have to stop." and she started to try to move away from him, "Oh!!" she yelped.

Meena looked back again, over her shoulder at him with terror-filled eyes.
Her mouth opened and she exhaled. Jala felt she was close to cumming.

Suddenly Meena‘s hands grasped the book shelter and she screamed, "Ohh no, ohh, no, I can’t, we can’t…" and simultaneously she pushed her pussy against Jalal‘s hand as he stroked the area he thought her clit would be, "h'uhhh, oooohooo God, Jalal!" Meena whined.

She continued to push her pussy against his hand which was rubbing her and she thrusted her breast into his other hand.
Jala pushed his cock as hard as he could against her butt with a slight motion of up and down her ass.

"I'm cumming, ohhh, we can't do this, no noonono," she gasped, then she pushed her mound hard against his hand once more and then stopped her pressure, humping of his hand, as he continued to stroke her pussy.
Meena rubbed her cheek against him and Jalal kissed her softly on her cheek. She looked back again at him with those hazy eyes.
"Huh'oh yesss, ohhh, yessss... Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With that she pulled herself up and began shaking.The crotch of her pants had soaked from her wetness when she came.

Jalal leaned into Meena‘s ear and said, "I wanted to have you so bad," and gave her a last stroke of her pussy and grope of both her tits and nipples and then let her go stepping away from her.

Meena let go of the book shelf and turned to him speechless. Her nipples were hard pointing out through her shirt.
Jalal looked at Meena as she coming down from her orgasm.
Then, she sluggish on shaky legs went and sat on the couch.

Jala sat next to her and asked, "excuse me Meena, I couldn’t restrained myself, I had to do it, would you like something to drink?"

"Yes please just water, thank you. But then I really have to leave."
After drinking Meena looked at her watch and said, "It's too late, I have to go home now, first, I need sleep and energy for work in the morning, and even more importantly, Nadir could call at any moment and if I'm not at home then he'll have bad thoughts. She looked with sad eyes at him and said, "Can you bring me home? Please…"

* * *

During the trip, Meena had a very bad conscience mixed with a feeling of shame. But she felt that something had come alive and is still alive in the pit of her belly. In the midst of her guilt and rejection, all time in the library while he touched her so intimate, she had a feel a kernel of passion and heat…

* * *

The next day, Wednesday I didn't have much time to think about home or call Meena until late evening.
When I reached her, it was already around 10 pm and she was in the pre-bedtime phase.
We talked very short because she was very tired.
We talked short about my activities.
Meena talked about work and that she had a lot to do and is very tired.
I asked if she was happy with the swimming pool and she said yes, very much. By the way, she added, today Jalal picked her up from work because she was interested in his rose garden, then they went to his house, and she hat dinner there.
He has a very beautiful house and garden with staff.
His best friend was also present, and she got to know him too.
All the time, I had the feeling that her voice was a little depressed.
I asked her if everything okay is. Her answer was, yes sure. I thought maybe she was too tired, and I should leave her alone soon so, she could rest. I told her that I love her and miss her, and she wished me a pleasant and successful rest days of congress and we ended the conversation...

* * *

The purpose was obvious at this point.
But the thing that surprised Meena the most was not that the old Noori,
although he promised to be good, was making a pass at her again, but that she actually was sexually responding to it!
Their hands were becoming warmly moist.
Sweat began to form on Meena's upper lip and in her hot cleavage.
The movie and also the loving pair had definitely lost her attention. It could have been a blank screen for all she cared at this point.
Old man, Jalal was beginning to proactively rub the back of her hand into his every second more rigid becoming cock!
Now was the time when Meena had to either cross the line or remove her hand and pretend nothing had happened.
This was going in a direction that she didn’t want, in the area above the red line that she had in mind, and that in the back of a darkened movie theatre!
Her nipples were hardening, her skin was literally tingling.
There was no turning back!
Jalal Norri was very active in area beyond the red line, he showed this yesterday!
And now again was initiating a sexual foreplay between them. But despite these thoughts and reaching the red alert in her mind, Meena started stroking the back of her hand into Jalal's heating crotch.
She crossed the red line into mutual seduction.
Jalal reacted by slightly spreading his legs in the dark.
Meena pressed and rubbed the back of her hand into his lap and directly to his now very erect cock, not knowing where this would lead, but knowing she wanted it to lead not too far!
Meena knew at the moment she wanted this to do.
Her hormones and a lot of alcohol in her head, wanted this.
And of course it was obvious that Jalal wanted it with her well beyond the limits she has set for herself!
The old man switched hands, taking Meena's right hand with her own right hand to continue the lap-action.
However, he moved his left arm smoothly over Meena's head and dbangd it around her shoulders, placing his left hand on the young woman's shoulder.
As Jalal began to caress Meena's upper arm, he simultaneously pulled young wife’s closer to him and tilted her head over to rest on his shoulder, next to his face. Her good smelling hair touched his cheeks, as Meena slightly rested her head next to Jalal's. All while her hand rubbed on and around in the lap and the starchy rod of the old man.
Her smooth, soft cheek touched his good shaved but ticklish cheek of him, throwing off more sparks between them. It was one thing when hands touched, but another when faces did; and then Jalal began to move his cheek lovingly
over Meena's.
They could have been two lovers, although not matching ages, out on a date getting romantic sitting in the dark at the movies--which is exactly what this was becoming!
With this sudden change in body position, Meena was feeling her cunt leaking juice down the sides of her hot pussy.
The special perfume scent from Jalal, the heat emanating from her own cunt- And his tissue covered dick, and the caressing of their cheeks together was a combination that was making Meena's skin crawl with lust.
That was the only word to describe it. Sheer, unadulterated lust!
They were probably about a third through the second part of movie as they had been petting in the back of the theatre.
Meena could feel Jalal's long fingers caressing both her shoulder and the side of her left breast.
The thin silk of her blouse held nothing back.
Her large nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt were leaking juice from behind the slips.
She could hear Jalal begin to breath heavier as the hand in his lap was working its sexual magic.
Then the two began going to the next level of seduction between them.
As their cheeks were caressing, Jalal turned his face one time more inward toward Meena's and lightly kissed her on the very corner of her deep-red mouth.
He did this with the next three cheek-caresses, turning his lips inward and lightly kissing the corner of Meena's mouth.
This was a message.
Jalal was almost certain that he had her where he wanted her... He was convinced that tonight, the goal could be achieved if he hadn't made any mistakes.
Meena could soon give herself to him and become his woman, not just emotionally, completely... Emotionally and physically, how he had wished and planned...
Her heavenly body would open up to him and let him occupy her, today and tomorrow and...
If Meena wanted to kiss Jalal, she could easily turn her face in return.
If not, and this was all that her loyal side wished to take it with, from this dark back of the theatre, from her old companion, then no further movement was necessary.
But it would only be a small break for a moment, the night was yet young!
This was also the place to bring it to the next level if Meena wanted it.
And yes, Meena wanted it!
She had never kissed a man with passion before, in the cinema, at least not for many, many years.
In the past, as young lovers with Nadir, before they were married, perhaps a few Times they were in the movie theatre, feeling, touching and kissing each other.
But that was all forgotten now and belonged to the past.
Now, with Jalal, but there was no going back on this.
This was happening so fast that she had no ability to even question her instincts, momentary horniness and will of her body.
The fourth time Jalal went to turn her lips in to kiss Meena, the young married wife turned to meet the old man's mouth, too. Their very full lips pressed softly together.
No tongue, still closed, they shared their full mouth-on-mouth kiss very softly and passionately.
At first tentatively, then with more confidence and urgency.
Jalal thought, he had never kissed anyone with lips so soft and pliant, not even as a teenager with is very young girlfriend.
He could feel the stickiness of Meena's lipstick and as they broke this first kiss, their lower lips stuck briefly together.
Their lips came apart the first time, then re-joined, still closed. The two, lovers for this evening, pressed those lips upon each other, increasing the pressure steadily until they were mashed to each other.
After a full half minute of lip-pressing, they broke the kiss again.
But this time, for the first time, they made eye contact with each other.
Even in the dark of the movie theatre, as the film flickered on the screen, Jalal could see Meena's face.
But for the first time, there was a look of unbridled lust in the sexy married young Meena's expression!
Raw, unbridled lust--and not a smile, but the corner of the woman's beautiful mouth turning up in almost a leer of sheer sexual devouring!
Meena suddenly knew that, regardless of what just happened physically between them, and the new sexual attraction she felt toward this old man, Jalal was engulfed in a passion for her that had to be quenched!
Whether she wanted it or not, the big-old Jalal, was about to pounce on his prey!
And to top it off, as Jalal continued to caress Meena's silk-covered shoulder, the old man, actually ran his long, thick tongue over her upper and lower lips... slowly, wetly.
Jalal was almost salivating over her new female sex-object, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come! Briefly gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, they exchanged the final agreement--it was okay to go further. Then
almost simultaneously, they each averted their eyes down to each other's lips.
Meena’s burgundy and deep red lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips now, Not too much, but just enough to leave a residue of their first kisses.
If an usher had shined his flashlight on them at that moment, it would be obvious these two lovers were at the beginnings of a deep make-out session in the back of the theatre...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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[Deepakhawk]

Please please continue by 12 am tonight, can't wait for the action too much build up !!!

[Demeter]

Jalal is unable to resist the seductive effect Meena has on him and loses control ...

[Demeter]

But no one would shine that light.
They were in the back, in the dark, with no one around them, and they would be free to go back to their embrace.
And after a few moments of gazing at each other's lips, a mutual sigh was shared, and Meena and Jalal's faces came together once again.
This time was different, though. The passion began to flow carefree.
Once their lips came together, Jalal's was the first to open, his thick, warm tongue emerging from between his teeth.
Meena felt his tongue slide wetly along her painted lips, prying them open to allow access to her teeth.
Jalal's tongue swabbed the white, slick teeth, down to young wife's gums, around and inside her right cheek, then up under her upper lip to caress the teeth and gums again.
Their saliva began to intermingle and leak from the corner of Meena's mouth.
Almost as a reflex, Jalal moved his right hand from Meena's hand in his lap up to the young woman‘s left breast.
As Meena's open hand continued to rub at the covered hard boner, Jalal cupped the full globe and massaged, both around the breast and the taught, thick nipples through the frilly silk blouse and skimpy lace bra.
Meena's nipples had long since become rock-hard with passion, and it made feeling them through the material so much easier. It even made it an easy target for Jalal to rub them lightly to further stimulate them.
In reaction to the sudden fondling of her tit, Meena's mouth opened to sigh.
However, it was still glued to his mouth!
The Meena's teeth parted, and Jalal's tongue slid in like a thick serpent, searching for his companion's matching tongue.
There was no going back now.
Meena sighed into Jalal's mouth and shot her own tongue out to wrestle with the Old man ‘s mouth muscle.
Instinctively, Meena's left hand slid up to the back of Jalal's head, her fingers digging into the bald head, bringing the big old man's face even closer to her own. Her fingers caressed the man's hairless scalp, then moulded to the back
of his neck, her thumb gently caressing Jalal's strong cheek.
Jalal responded with increased emotion.
The level of lust between the two lovers was rising dramatically.
But they both knew they had to keep their actions as quiet as possible so as not to attract attention in this public place.
It was a good thing the soundtrack of the movie was loud enough to drown out their little whimperings, sighs and the heavy breathing now coming from their noses as his strong lips sealed to her feminine lips.
The old man Jalal broke the mouth-kiss suddenly and began kissing the hollow of the Meena‘s neck, brushing the hair away with his face.
He licked, nipped at the soft skin, feeling the goose bumps rise on the surface. Her move was having the desired effect on her.
Jalal breathed in Meena's perfume, now combined with a slight odor of sweat.
He moved his mouth up to Meena's ear and breathed hotly into it, nipping lightly on the woman's earlobe.
Meena had to suppress the urge to groan, she was particularly stimulated by these love-bites and the hot, moist breath from him.

Then Jalal whispered the words into Meena's warm ear,
"I want you, Meena...I've wanted you since I first saw you…you're so hot... I've wanted to kiss you all time, always wanted to touch you...you are so sexy and I want to be your man, baby and I know you want me baby, oh baby, mmmmh."

With that, Jalal took one final lick at Meena's ear and withdrew her face, looking into her moist eyes.
Meena gazed deeply into Jalal's.
She knew it was mutual but wrong, knew it was the beginning of a passionate affair they must have. And it all was starting now in the back of a movie theatre.
Jalal moved her hand to cup Meena's chin, caress her lower lip with his thumb, shifting his eyes to Meena’s perfect and feminine lips and mouth.
He slowly drew Meena's face closer, their lips almost touching, mouths slightly contorted in a quivering sneer of passion.
Almost touching. So close. They could smell of each other's breath, coming in rasps of passion, sharing the intimate warmth washing over their faces. Meena‘s lips parted slightly, sensing the electricity of the his mouth near hers.
Finally, as Jalal continued to draw her face near, his tongue contacted those sweet lips again.
There was a feeling of passionate, intimate romance between them making out in the dark theatre.
As they kissed, Jalal ran her hand from Meena’s face to the back of her head, then caressingly along her arm, down to her lap and finally on her thigh.
Reflexively, Meena's thighs parted.
Their lips continued to undulate against one another, cheeks bulging with the slick tongue-play inside.
But there was something more that Jalal wanted to taste.
He slid her hand under the skirt, running it splayed along Meena‘s thighs.
Jalal could feel the cunt heat that had trickled between her legs. He scratched the inside of Meena's thigh with his fingernails.
Finally, his hand reached the apex of the young wife’s legs close to her panties covered smoothly shaved cunt.
As they continued their lip-lock, and Meena further was stimulated, Jalal ran her fingers along the front of her panties.
It was drenched with cunt fluid, the material almost drawn in between the labia.
All of the sex-play between them had caused her cunt to become engorged, and wet.
Jalal could now feel the intimate results of their mutual manipulations.
He curled her fingers behind the slick material, wanted to move it aside and slide fingers into the entrance of the swollen cunt-folds.
This was too much for Meena, even in that state.
Even so extreme excited and under alcohol effect.

She reacted quickly and held Jalal's active hand tightly with her right hand and whispered in his ear, "No... no... not yet... please not Jalal, it's too much, we can't go that far..."

Jalal kissed her lips briefly and said, "Okay Meena, as you wish..." then he pulled his hand back and grabbed Meena's right hand and placed it back on his covered cock again and then went back and tried his activity over her panties one time more.

Meena immediately started caressing his hard rod again and whispered, "Thank you Jalal, later, may be..."

As Jalal's hand landed on her pussy again, he could clearly feel the moisture on her panties.
When he started to stroke her again and especially to work on her clit, this abrupt stimulation caused Meena’s cunt muscles spasmodically contracted.
She moaned directly into Jalal's mouth and her own hands jerked suddenly.
This was too much in public!
She was rapidly approaching orgasm asthe old Jalal Noori was playing with her in the back of the movie theatre.
She was afraid she'd lose control and cry out when she came!
While her mind was rapidly becoming enveloped with sheer pleasure, a small window of caution opened.
As the window opened, Meena knew this had to stop before she orgasmed, she was very vocal when that happened, and she was now very stimulated, so, this could mean causing noise above the soundtrack so others could hear!

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

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

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

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

He could taste the most intimate of flavours that Meena had to offer.
Then he offered the fingers, slick with his saliva to her nose, "you can smell your own aroma, baby"

Meena couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but her sexual frustration was pushing her. She hesitated, smiled then took the two fingers, smelled them and then licked them completely clean.
Then she kissed his hand softly.
Meanwhile her right hand was busy to stroke his very hard penis.
Jalal stared down at her hand in the way she had stared at the bulge beneath the material of his pants.
He was so tempted to move her hand into his pants to directly to his erect prick, but he didn't dare.
He continued to replay everything that had just happened over again in his mind.
Only, with his horniness in control of his thoughts, unable to think straight, his mind was consumed by all that he was seeing and feeling of her, so close to him.
He put his hand on her thighs again and started to lovingly stroke her tender skin.
Meena in the middle of the heat in the air, in her thoughts and her body under Jalal's actions, while feeling rising lust and desire for more in her carnal sensations and her extreme female desires to be possessed by a male, suddenly had a brief picture in front of her eyes and the question, where is this leading, here and now?
This should end immediately, back to the line as far as she can manage, This madness must not continue, at least not tonight, enough has already happened...
Meena thought that she should do something, she should take the situation into her own hands and control the occurrences...
It didn’t take long until Jalal suddenly realized that while he was stroking Meena‘s naked upper thigh skin, she started to slowly find his zipper and pull it down.
Meena didn't turn her face in his direction at all. She was looking forward in the screen direction.
It didn't take much time for her to slowly pull out his long, hard rod from his underwear.
Jalal couldn't believe his cock was exposed to her.
Meena now for the first time looked down and just watched it, his long, thick, hart cock.
Jalal couldn't believe she was staring at his naked prick.
Shortly after, he saw that she moved briefly, unintentionally, first her tongueover her lips and then lightly bit her lower lip. While he was staring at her beautiful face, he couldn't believe that her hand was wrapped his naked erection in the way that he couldn't wait to caress her naked cunt.
While Meena continued staring at his erect prick, he continued staring alternatively at her hand and then at her flushed face, and her lips.
Then with her small, soft hands, Meena grasped his cock and began to caress it tenderly.
After a short time, the caresses changed to a slowly developing up and down stroking.

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

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

While she fingered the head of his cock, he moved his hand a little higher on her right thigh.
While she had her wicked, sexual way with his engorged prick, he had his wicked sexual way with her tender skin under her skirt up to her panties.
After some minutes, while she stroked his cock, he automatically groped her pussy over her panties, again.
Touching it, caressing it, he acted as if he had never felt a woman's sexual organ before.

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

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

She stared at his naked penis while he stared at her hand.
He looked up at her flushed face and then at her trembling body.
Meena held his excited penis in her hand, and it gave her a feeling of dominance over him. She was now in charge. With a grin, she curled the slender fingers of her hand around the hot flesh of his very hard penis.
While Meena was masturbating him, she could hear his breathing getting short and his large penis getting harder and hotter.
She thought she had the old Jalal at the very edge of his climax.

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

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

Meena felt his prick surge in her hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tighten reflexively against the seat.
He arched back and let out a deep-throated groan as she increased the pressure. His buttocks involuntarily were contracting.
Meena deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him wince.
She was delighted when she saw the old man's shoulders begin to heave; soon she had him openly panting.
A tiny whimper escaped his tight lips.
Still holding onto his prick, she leaned up against him and licked his cheek and then his lips.
Jalal was squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips.
His moan deepened into a helpless groan at the exquisite feelings of the young woman's merciless manipulation of his manhood.
The old Jalal Noori was now a prisoner to the firm grip of those soft fingers of this beautiful married woman, closing on the shaft of his long, hard penis, unable to escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as Meena casually stimulated him to a high point of extasy.

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

Her hand tightened on him, moved steadily now, pumping up and down with grim determination in slow even strokes.
Jalal was Meena’s captive now, he whimpered, wiggled, unable to keep still.
He shifted from side to side, danced in place; his body teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive prick.
Suddenly, his rigid body arched back, his stiff, large, vigorous cock thrusting into the Meena's clenched small hand as though it were seeking even more of that delicious tormenting pleasure.
Meena felt his prick pulsating in her hand, knowing he was about to cum. She chose that moment to squeeze.
His eyes were clamped shut; his jaw clenched as the unstoppable rise of cum.
Jalal ‘s strong, and big body shook with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of that determined hand, he came. His captive prick exploded in that tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum into the air to splatter down the clenching hand, on his pants and on her blackskirt and her blouse, all was now tainted with his seed.
Jalal moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. She studied his flushed face.
His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out.
Meena inspected the sticky sperm that coated her hand and beyond it, and was dripping between her fingers like a sticky spider web.
Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she smiled up at him. Then her left hand reached on the next seat into her bag with her left hand and took out a pack of tissues and gave it to Jalal.
He took out some tissues and quickly tried to clean her hand and her clothes, then his own pants.
Now truly wishing they would leave, but not wanting to insult Jalal, Meena thought quickly about the end of the movie that in some minutes arrived.
She could wait at least those minutes.
It didn't even take a minute for Jalal to regain his normal breathing rhythm.

"Thanks babe, that was incredible!" Jalal whispered earnestly. "Do you want me to do… I mean to do something for you, now?" He asked hopefully, sitting forward and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

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

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

He could sense the moisture on her panties again.
She was now so confused and excited and the electric anticipation overcame her initial awkwardness.
She gave herself to Jalal.
She could feel tingles in her pussy again.
Jalal stroked her pussy with more attention to her clit which was now very sensitive and swollen.
This stimulation caused Meena's genital muscles to contract abruptly.
Jalal could feel the heat and sudden movements of her flesh.
Meena tensed, not expecting such an intimate play for close to her cunt. Especially not here in public, where anyone could just turn around and spot the two locked in tight embrace.
She didn't want to run away for fear of raising suspicions, but she would not be able to keep this up for much longer.
The heat in her pussy was distracting.
She was sure she was too moist. This is so forbidden, she thought, but it only served to heighten her arousal. Intoxicated by those feelings, she was not thinking straight.
Once again she became lost in the sensation of his hand on her skin close her covered damp pussy and she thought just through those touches on her skin, if he keep this up, she was truly in danger of climaxing.
In a momentary lapse of judgment, at least, as Meena told herself that later, in her car, she remained seated on her chair and then while biting her lower lip and, inexplicably, she allowed myself to cum.
Not with any vigor, but quietly, letting the buzz creep from her clit, along her thighs and up her torso.
It was shattering.
She struggled to keep her breathing even and clenched her hands into fists while she orgasmed.
Meena couldn't immediately detect if Jalal knew what had just occurred. Not knowing what to do next, she looked around and finally in Jalal's direction. Only then did she notice that Jalal had stopped petting her and was now waiting to see what her reaction was. Possibly a just a bit longer and stronger, and then she could make her guilt ridden escape, but that was not to be.
Since she didn't want him to notice, Meena didn't look at him but straight ahead and tried to breathe normally.

* * *

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

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

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

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

She couldn’t imagine what Jalal was thinking and couldn't believe him either.
Was he expecting her to have real sex with him? a repeat performance?
Tonight?
Didn't he know what happened just previously? Didn’t he notice that they made a mistake in a public place? That Meena made a big mistake as a married woman? She thought.
Meena replied, "Yes, but it has to be done. I am sorry. But we will definitely have time for each other. Thank you for the lovely evening, delicious wine and dinner and the movie, it was very nice."
"My pleasure, Meena, I enjoyed it as you may have noticed and I hope, let's say
I believe, as I noticed, you did it too.", jalal smiled and leaned to kiss her lips.
Meena didn't pull away this time and let him do it quickly.

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So many conflicting feelings overtook Meena, chief amongst them, she had a sexual climax with him, with Jalal Noori!
That big man, that stranger whom she knew just for some days.
She orgasmed for Jalal, actually a strange old man, in her husband’s, Nadir’s absence.
How would she ever face Nadir, again?
Would she feel guilty and be unable to speak to him?
Meena didn't want to damage their relationship, marriage and love, not even for a second.
He could not understand this, and he would be angry at her, and perhaps even move out.
Under no circumstances should she inform him about this.
Meena drove home in terrible misery...

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Demeter

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[Rocky@handsome]

Dear friends and brothers, I require your assistance! The text in every story on this website has abruptly shrunk to minuscule proportions, rendering it nearly impossible to read. I'm utterly perplexed as to the origin of this glitch. Is this affliction unique to my device, or are fellow readers grappling with the same predicament? Kindly offer a remedy—could you guide me on adjusting the configurations to restore the fonts to their former, legible size and clarity? I eagerly await your sage counsel!




Regards

Rocky ❤️

[Demeter]

Dear friends and brothers, I require your assistance! The text in every story on this website has abruptly shrunk to minuscule proportions, rendering it nearly impossible to read. I'm utterly perplexed as to the origin of this glitch. Is this affliction unique to my device, or are fellow readers grappling with the same predicament? Kindly offer a remedy—could you guide me on adjusting the configurations to restore the fonts to their former, legible size and clarity? I eagerly await your sage counsel!




Regards

Rocky ❤️

Among the websites that most frequently spread viruses and unwanted and annoying advertisements on the internet is XOSSIPY. 
It is particularly prominent in the ‘erotic and sex stories’ category and in related areas in general. 

Unfortunately !!

There is (at least in Europe) a provider that keeps these annoying and virus-ridden advertisements reasonably under control.
Try downloading ‘OPERA’ and surfing with it, maybe it will help!

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[Demeter]

Nadir's Narration

After my coming back from my medical meeting abroad, right at the airport a word concerned me… a simple word: ‘relieved‘!

On Friday afternoon Meena took me from airport at 6pm.

"Oh Nadir, I love you... I'm so relieved that you're back," she said as she kissed me for the third time after my arrival.

‘She is so nice to me today, has she discovered new feelings of love for me?‘ I thought, and then ‘relieved?' Why relieved?...
I would have expected the word ‘happy‘, like I'm so happy that you’re back but ‘relieved‘?!
What was going on here?
My logical reaction to this explanation was to ask her immediately. I asked if there had been any problems?

She answered immediately but with a certain reserve and even confusion, "no, no… Everything okay".

* * *

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

* * *

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

* * *

I slid into bed next to her.
I leaned over to kiss her. I tried for the lips but she moved her head slightly so I planted a kiss on the side of her face.
She smiled absent mindedly at me.
She glanced over at me as if surprised that I'd noticed what she was reading.
She held the magazine out to me. It was 'Country Travel' with the pages turned to, 'The best beaches you've never heard of.'
One of them which she showed me, was in our region.
Not more than a few hours to ride.

"Wow, that is beautiful. What about it, would you like to go there the next weekend, we have a long weekend because of holiday? "

Meena looked at me as if surprised, "That's, sweet, Nadir...but...I had meant to talk to you. I promised Jalal that we would go to his ranch this weekend. He will be very disappointed if we don't,"

"When did this come up? I hadn't heard a word about it." I said irritated.

She looked into my eyes and then away with an expression I couldn't place, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. He asked me when we met at his place, in his garden. I'd meant to mention it, but I kept forgetting. Sorry. I didn't think we had any firm plans. You're always working. And we haven't gone anywhere exotic in a long time."

"And you made him a firm promise? What if I have to or would have to work?" my voice was insulted.

"I know, but he insisted…" Meena answered while trying to avoid my gaze.

I interrupted her, "Then you can go with him alone if you want, I can't promise yet."

She dropped the magazine to her hip, then rolled a little so one big luscious breast bulged out against her robe and said, "I'm sorry Nadir, I pretty much already told him we would take the holidays. But, look, we can take another weekend off and go to the coast I promise I'll leave time so we can g as you wish and when you wish..."

Then she finished patting me on the hand and then picked the magazine back up before it sunk in.
I thought about our sentences and ran them over and over, jumbling them up and trying to figure out about our time today and together at all.

"can I ask you something, Meena? Why today at the airport did you say that you were relieved that I was there?" I asked.

She looked back at me from the magazine with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if she'd only heard part of what I said, and asked, "What did you say?"

I didn't realize it then, but from the expression that slowly grew on her face I realized a storm cloud must have appeared on mine as I slowly, with great emphasis and the beginnings of real anger, said, "that you were relieved that
I was there. Is there or was there something going on here in these five days I don't know about?" I asked.

An expression consisting of equal parts surprise, embarrassment and what appeared to be shock appeared on her face.

"What are you talking about Nadir? You must have misunderstood what I said." she said.

"No. You said it very clearly and distinctly. 'I am relieved that you are here!' Normally in such situations always you say, 'I missed you, or I'm happy... ' but relieved? Why were you relieved..." I insisted.

She shook her head and tried to look me in the eyes, "I couldn't have said that, Nadir. That's crazy, why should I be relieved? "

"No, just weird. So where did that come from?" I asked.

"I don't – oh. I must have meant for sure I was happy... That's what I meant to say."

"Oh." I replied shortly and quietly.

I rolled it around inside my head and I knew she was lying, 'relieved,' and "happy" aren't close enough to make that kind of mistake! And she hadn't been thinking when she said it.
It had popped out without her thinking about it or apparently even realizing what she was saying.
What was Meena thinking about, I thought, glancing at her beautiful face and realizing she was still focused in with a laser-like stare on my eyes.
She was trying to read me the way I was reading her.
And then I realized with an acidic burn in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like the feeling I had about her at this moment.
I made myself laugh, although it came out as a dry chuckle.

"You're right, babe. Anybody can garble their words. I even do it once in a while. I have to admit, I am too sensitive about what you say…" I tried to make myself laugh again but all that came out was a dry cough.

She searched my eyes intently as if trying to see if I was telling the truth.
She reached over and did something that shocked and scared me a little.
She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.
Such a simple thing. But I couldn't remember the last time she had ever done it, in such situations..
Even when we were getting ready for sex it was kissing on the lips and her jerking my dick and my licking her luscious pussy until she was wet and ready.
But a simple gesture like kissing the back of my hand.... it was something new lovers did at special moments.
Otherwise, you do that when you are very emotional or when you want to emphasize something or reject someone from something.
If she had looked me in the eye then she would have known something was wrong-But she didn't.
She kept her face tightly against the back of my hand and kissed it again.

Without looking at me, she said, "I'm sorry for saying it that way, Nadir. I am so sorry that I caused you disturbing thoughts. You know I love you. I love you more now than when we married. You are my past, my present and my future. This is crazy. It was just a slip of the tongue, and it didn't mean anything, everything was and is Okay."

But I couldn't take my uncertainty and doubt hat off.
I wondered why she wouldn't look at me when she professed her undying love.
And I found myself listening to and weighing her words, her tone.
And I found my mind weighing her words.
And over and over, my mind went back to the same question…
Of course, a part of me kept telling me this whole train of thought was stupid.
She had just mixed up her words. Tomorrow morning things would be back to normal and in a day or two I'd laugh at my own paranoia.
I wanted to believe that, but everything felt...wrong. It was a simple mistake,
but why had she reacted the way she had?
If it was nothing, she'd simply have laughed it off, went back to her reading and teased me about taking it the wrong way. But she hadn't.
She had acted worried, disturbed and now she was acting in an unusually loving manner.
She let my hand go and put the magazine on the drawer by her side of bed.

She reached up and turned off the nightlight on her side and told me, "Turn the light off, darling."

As I reached over to my right to turn off the light on my side I saw her stand up out of the corner of my eye and I held off turning off the light.
By the time I had rolled back to her the robe had dropped and she was stepping out of her panties.
I watched her beautiful breasts, with the nipples pointing forward that always fascinated me.
But I lost focus on those hot part of her when my eyes drifted down to her pussy.
I couldn't understand what I was looking at first. I found myself looking for the light fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone. It was as smooth as baby's bottom. Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the red interior.
After a minute I realized she had shaved down there.
Gotten rid of all her public hair.
Why, and for whom, I wondered.
I had never suggested it. Not in recent years, anyway.

She looked at me, read the expression on my face, and said with a timid smile, "Do you like it? A lot of the girls at the job, especially the younger, told me this is really hot and men love it."

I just looked at her for a moment, and then I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I bet they do. Have you gotten any compliments?"

She just stared at me until what I'd said sunk in.
Now the tears appeared in her eyes. "How can you say that, Nadir. God, how can you say something that mean...when I did this for you?"

The anger that was percolating inside me was coming out and I couldn't stop it, "And just when were you going to show me your new look, baby? After you finished your magazine? Or tomorrow or next week? When was the last time you did it for me? Or asked if I like it?"
I pretended to think.
"Oh, yeah. Never. So, what's different about tonight. Oh, and how long ago did you shave it?"

She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling down like ripe fruits. She knew that almost made me hard as a rock. She reached out and closed her hand on my cock.
It was already rigid, and I couldn't help release a little groan of pleasure.

"I don't want to fight, Nadir, please… I want you. Inside me. The way it used to be. I'm sorry I've let things slide. I shaved because I wanted to excite you. I wanted you to grab me and throw me down, spread my legs and fuck me the way you used to. We used to love it, remember?"

And I wanted to believe her.
I wanted to believe she had shaved herself for me. I wanted to believe that she had been planning to surprise me with incredibly hot sex out of the blue tonight.
Unfortunately, I couldn't. I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my rock hard cock. It was probably the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.
She looked at me as if I'd gone crazy, and she probably thought I had.

"Babe, I really don't know what's going through your mind right now. I don't even know if I know you anymore.
One thing I do know. There was no way in hell you were planning on having hot sex with me tonight, baby." I looked at her curiously. 

She wasn't crying, just looked stunned.

I turned around and said, "I don't feel like it today, just like you felt an hour ago, now we'd better go to sleep and see what happens tomorrow."

* * *

Saturday when I woke up first, I looked at the wall clock, 7:30 am, it was still too early for a weekend day, I was curled up behind her, pulling her close with one arm while my leg was dbangd over her.
A ray of sunshine knifed through the blinds directly onto my eyelids, disturbing my sleep and waking me to greet the day.
I nuzzled the back of her head, letting her hair tickle my nose as I breathed her in.
Meena moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed. She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me.

"What's up?" Meena whispered.

At this moment our conversation and my yesterday's thoughts and questions were back in my head, "I'm awake. I think I'm going to my study; you can continue sleeping, it’s too early."

Meena smiled and said softly, "Okay, baby," she responded as she grabbed my pillow and pulled it against herself, nesting with the intent to sleep longer.

I smiled again as I leaned over and kissed her cheek before grabbing some clothes and leaving the room.
I wanted to go quickly through the recordings of my hidden cameras, There was nothing exciting or important to see in the recordings, Meena's coming and going, and telephone conversations with friends and colleagues that were often too quiet and inaudible.
I thought I had to find a way to make the recording sound stronger.
The only thing that was interesting was the first day of my trip, when Jalal visited Meena and was with her for a short time, even though she wasn't expecting him.
She met him on the ground floor in her bathrobe and as you could see in the film, they were both a bit shocked and Meena was visibly embarrassed.
And after some minutes he left.
Meena was away for a bit longer on Thursday.
She came home from work, took a shower, got dressed and then drove away.
After returning about four hours later, she went into the bedroom and strangely enough took off her beautiful clothes, her skirt and blouse that she really likes, and shoved them not in the laundry basket but under her bed!
But the third case was more interesting, it was recorded on yesterday, Friday, a few hours before my arrival, at about 11:30 am, that Meena, after showering, got dressed and left. But she didn't take her car keys, which always hang next
to the Kitchen door. That meant she drove off with someone else.
I didn’t hear that she calls a taxi.
Then she came back about three hours later and went into the bathroom again.
At first, I tried to calm myself down, maybe she went shopping, but in beautiful, elegant, sexy clothes? Why not by car? And above all, when she came back, she was carrying a small package in her hand, packed in beautiful wrapping paper, which she had put somewhere in the back of her wardrobe, before she undresses and disappears into the bathroom.
Where was she for over three hours?

***

About one hour later, I went back to the bedroom.
Meena was awake and I could hear her washing in the bathroom.

I lay down on my bed again and when she came back, I asked, "Tell me baby, how was your visit to Jalal’s Haus?"

She sat down on the bed next to me and replied, "it was quite nice with him, He has a big house with a house staff, a few of whom are employed by him. The man is Gardner and also responsible for buying, repairing and so on, his wife is for internal work, cooking, cleaning and keeping things tidy... Jalal really lives like a real lord in a small palace and garden, you have to see it, unbelievable, oh beautiful...
His friend is also older but certainly a few years younger, around mid-fifties or even younger. a nice, stocky man, a little shorter but still very tall with a beard, who looks like a lumberjack from the last century," she laughed.

Then I asked her a question that interested me the most, "And in addition to watching the garden and eating dinner, what else did you do?"

"Sitting in his library, talking," Meena answered.

"Just talking?" I asked.

"Yes, it was a long talk with him and his friend. We were three hours or even more talking, and dinking a splendid wine too, " she answered, quickly.

"Did his friend then left?" I asked.

"Yes, he left shortly after dinner, he had to ride to his country ranch," After that

Meena looked a little unsure whether she gave the right answer or whether she said something wrong.
That meant they two, Meena and that old Jalal were at least two hours alone.
After that Meena stood up and while she was going to the door she said, I'm making coffee and left the room to go to the ground floor...

***

Of course, I was wondering if she was telling the truth.
But I couldn't imagine what they had to talk about so long, it didn't seem right.
And of course I was suspicious.
I knew Meena too long not to notice her changed behaviour and mannerisms. But for the moment I was undecided…
That was obvious, Meena and Jalal had done more than have dinner and talk.
They had been together.
Two hours talking? Just two of them? I knew that Jalal is interested in her and I guessed, no, I was sure that he tried to approach her intimately.
But have they been intimate?
Did Meena let him in my absence to approach her and more?
If not, why would she behave so strange?
I thought my suspicions of them had to be borne out, I had to search further and Deeper.
But this desperate situation was too much for me and the more I thought about her behaviour since I was back, I saw it clearly, yes, with intent and purpose Meena was betraying me with this old man!
She played with words; she said she is ‘relieved’ that I am back! Strange, very strange this all!
I was laying on my bed and thinking.
But at the end I came to the conclusion that I may have paranoia! but that didn't give me any peace.
She lied or concealed something? Shit! I thought to myself.
How could I be sure? Then I thought perhaps I could find some hints in her cell phone, and yes, she had left it, at the bedside table, I reached for it and opened it. I knew the password; it was my birthdate.
As I thumbed through the contact list of recent days, I found his name, Noori, twelve times! some were not accepted or answered. But at least seven have gone through.
Realizing that I would have better luck looking at the text messages first, I thumbed the icon and then started looking at some of the texts. Attached to two messages were those pictures!
First there were photos she sent me, but differently captioned ‘dream of me…’ but were sent to Noori!
And his reply was a photo of a man. This is he, Jalal, I thought, and I was sure, even if his face was not to see.
His muscular, hairy chest and belly were hidden under a tank top.
He was standing in his white boxer shorts, but I could see his massive bulge the head of his dick trying to poke out down against the inside of his thigh.
He was abnormally long! probably at least eight inches long and thicker than mine for sure, It was captioned. 'All yours.'
Now the proof is there, now it was borne out!
She did all of that these days just so she could fuck that big old guy, what else? And now seeing it all, I wanted to confront Meena with her shit.
I wanted to get her treachery out on the table.
I thought about the recordings of my hidden cameras.
With the exception of the first harmless day, they were never seen together on film, but they also met away from home, probably at his place more often.
Then I thought about the two strange things in films, that preoccupied me when I looked at them.
I got up and rummaged through her closet and found what I was looking for.

There was a gift, a pink lingerie, very sexy with a handwritten gift note: 'For the most beautiful and sexiest woman in my life that I have ever met, I hope to see you soon while you have them on! Kiss on your hot lips'! Kiss JN’

Okay, everything's clear!
Then I thought of dress that she unusual for her, had left hidden under her bed.
it was still there, her beautiful summer clothes that she loves them!
But surprisingly they were stained and smelled kind of funny.
Then I remembered that she went had these on, the day before yesterday, when she left home for hours.
I came to the conclusion that the stains were semen stains and not something else, because they looked exactly like the ones that sometimes happen to me when I'm careless!

***

When I got downstairs, I found Meena sitting at the kitchen table and drinking coffee and reading a magazine.

"Where have you been so long, baby? " she asked, not raising her head to look directly at me.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Meena. And for a couple of minutes neither me nor Meena said a word.
Meena cannot even bring herself to look at me, I thought to myself somehow with rage. Instead, she just stared down into her coffee and her magazine.

But then I broke the silence by asking, "Well Meena, do you want to talk?"

Meena for the first time look briefly into my eyes, and then immediately away again, and asked, "What about, darling?"

"We are not the same as we were a week ago, the day I flew," I said.

"Why are you saying such a thing? I am the same, maybe you are not. Last night showed that you are not the same, you were so weird, your behaviour was weird," Meena argued.

"No, no, no... Meena, I am the one who is the same and you have become someone else. Your behaviour is strange," and continued, “Okay, I’ll ask you something, are you hiding something from me?" I asked while looking directly at her face as if trying to discover something.

“What do you want to say? What do you mean?” She asked in a puzzled and at the same time of a bit uncertain tone.
Her voice was even in the background slightly trembling.

“I mean do you have secrets you want to hide?“ I looked in her eyes.

For a moment I had the feeling that she was sitting there looking at me, like she did not understand me or that she was paralyzed. No word came back, just deep broken breathing sound from her, whether she has difficulty breathing.

“Let me explain, Meena. Over 80% of couples have one of these two kinds of relationships, either they don’t love each other but just live together, in which case they are honest and don’t need to hide anything, that’s normal. Then there are couples who love each other but aren’t honest with each other, Because, for whatever reason, they may be embarrassed and/or don’t want to lose the other person. The remaining 20% concerns two other groups. Main group of these two are those who don’t love each other but are so estranged that they see no reason to let each other know about their activities and feelings. Then there is a small percentage, very small perhaps not more than seven or eight percent, who talk and tell each other everything about feelings, emotions, activities and everything other and love each other infinitely. I always thought we belong to this tiny percentage, Meena. Now you can talk if you want and explain…“

So now Meena just sat silent and waited for the hammer to fall because sheknew what was coming next.

“Do you understand what I say, Meena, Have… You… Been… Faithful to me these past few days?“ I answered with a firm and a little louder but calm voice.

Meena panicked, “I… please, please understand that after your departure, it all got out of control.”

“What got out of control?" I asked.

“Me and Jalal, I mean I lost control, I didn’t mean to, but it just happened, but nothing important happened, Nadir, I swear…" Meena wailed.

“You and Jalal got out of control meaning what?" I calmly asked her.

Meena was shaking visibly and trying to clear the situation, “Okay, okay, okay, I am not going to lie, but we had no sex. There, I said it. It just happened and I am so very sorry that it happened, but things just got out of control." Meena sobbed.

I thought for a moment before I said, “No, Meena, things didn’t get out of control. Things went just the way you intended.”

Meena finally looked up at me and asked, “What do you mean… as I intended?”

“I mean, Meena, I know more than you think. You send him your nude pictures. And you saved the photo of his cock in your cell phone, this is intension, you chatted with him over your cell phone about your nude ass and your tit pictures and the picture of his dick, this was intentional, then you agreed to go out with him and I don’t know how many times you did it and you dressed as sexy as you possibly could for him and you had visited him in his house alone and God knows where else, this in intention and every time you were for hours with him alone and made things out of your control how you formulate them, I can image what they were, this is intension…”

“No! No! No! Not true, not true!" Meena screamed.

“Meena since I left, you left this house every time, with the full intention of having sex with Jalal.”

“No! No! No! That is not true. It’s not…”

I interrupted her, "Meena it is true, and you have fucked up our marriage and Relationship and betrayed my love royally."

"No, I, I haven't fucked up our marriage royally, as you put it. Yes, I made a terrible mistake, and I made a really bad decision. But nothing happened, I had no sex with him, really, please believe me, now, just slow down and stop
accusing me..."

After getting my thoughts together I said to her, "Meena, I don't believe you. I don't believe things got out of control not intentionally and I don't believe that nothing important happened. But what I do believe is that you planned it..."

"No! No! No! I did not plan this, it just happened. Everything just got out of control. You have got to believe me!" Meena cried.

Meena was shaking her head side-to-side indicating no, that what I was saying was not true.
Meena wanted to get away from hearing I accuse her of all the things she had done so she tried to steer the conversation to how much she loved me.
"I love you. I love you more than anything in this world and I know that you know that. We've to get beyond this and move on with our life."

I thought for a couple of moments before I said to her, "No, I can't get beyond this. What you have done to me is far too serious to just walk away from it. Don't you understand what you did to me these last days? You lied to me, and you deceived me and humiliated me!"

"I didn't do that! I didn't do it! I would never do those things to you!" Meena screamed.

"Goddamn Meena, you left my love! You left our love and life to go fuck another man. And you even deceived me into to going along with it!"

Now crying almost uncontrollably, Meena screamed at I, "I never left you. I would never leave you. Never! I just fucked up really bad."

"Meena, Meena, what did you just fucked up?" I asked.

"I… I wanted to prepare him, I sear… I mean I wanted to seduce him for your game, to make him more interested on me for later, when you are there… I…I can't betray you… leave you; how can I betray or leave my life? " She argued
and cried.

I interrupted her, "Listen to me Meena, when you had your hair and nails done just for him, you left me.
When you primped just for him, you left me.
When you dressed up just for him, you left me.
When you let him put his hands on you, you left me.
When you took off your dress for him, you left me.
When you laid down on his bed, you left me.
When you sent your nude pictures to him you left me. And when you let him have you, you left me for good."

"No! No! No! I didn't do that, it happened nothing, please believe me... Everything just got out of control, those pics were for you, and I sent them to the wrong address. You know, I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but then I thought about it because I should not worry you, you were not here…"

"Meena, when I think about it, you packaged yourself for him and then you offered yourself to him. And he took you and made a part of you his own, a part not just in your body but your soul. Don't you understand that a part of you now belongs to him. And, Meena, a part of you will always belong to him..."

That real incensed Meena and she went on the offensive.
She interrupted me, "Nadir, it wasn't like that, we had no sex, and this is not true, I didn’t offer or gave myself to him. Yes, my emotions, my hormones just took control of me some moments and I made a terrible decision sometimes,
but I had no sex with him, I made a mistake,".

"Meena, one moment. First tell me, when you say ‘I had no sex with him, what do you mean? What means sexual relationship for you?" I asked her.

“I mean, we had no… no…" She didn`t find the right words.

"Penetration? he did not penetrate in your cunt? Do you mean this?" I Asked angrily.

"Yes…Yes… No penetration occurred, not even close to…" She said more calmly, but without looking at me.

At this moment slowly I had the feeling that Meena was regaining control over her thoughts and speech.

"Okay Meena, about this we speak later, but secondly you repeat all the time, this shit with mistake, I’ll tell you what a mistake is, when you as a married wife, one night, drink too much alcohol and get drunk and accidentally and unplanned, let a guy fuck you and that just once and one time, then you can talk about mistake. Please let this shit word, mistake, leave it outside.".

"Okay, but I am also a flawed human being. I… please, please, understand that sometime things get out of control." Meena argued.

"What got out of control three or four times in five days?" I calmly asked her.

"Me," She wailed.

"You got out of control meaning what?" I asked.

Meena was squirming in her chair and desperately trying to find a way to escape her situation, "I lost control of me and situation! I didn't mean to, but it just happened!" Meena sobbed. 

"I mean, you agreed to go out with him dancing, to his place, in the theatre and God knows where else, you decided touching, kissing, and God knows what else… All these nights. Then you spent the almost entire your free time with him, everyday primping for him, you dressed as sexy as you possibly could and with him, And then..."

"No! No! No! Not true, not true!" Meena screamed.

"Meena, you left this house with the full intention of to be with and perhaps having sex with Jalal. If my meeting had lasted a day or two longer, you would have slept with him too." I screamed.

"No! No! No! That is not true. It's not..." She wailed.

I interrupted her, "Meena it is true, and you have fucked up our marriage and relationship royally."

That real incensed Meena and she went on the offensive.

"No, I, I haven't fucked up our marriage royally, as you put it. Yes, I made a terrible mistake. I got caught up in the excitement of being with Jalal and I lost myself some moments and I made really bad decisions. And nothing happened but some touching and kissing. It will never happen again. But we can get beyond this if you will just slow down and stop accusing me..."

I interrupted her, "For some moments? You lost yourself for some moments? How about for some days!"

"That is not true!" Meena wailed.

"It is true Meena, you left here with him and for him, and you didn't come home until your sleeping time! These are not some moments!"
After getting my thoughts together I said to her, "Meena, I don't believe you. I do not believe things got out of control and I don't believe that it just happened. But what I do believe is that you planned it..."

"No! No! No! I did not plan this, it just happened. Everything just got out of control. You have got to believe me!" Meena cried.

"Meena, I don't believe you. I believe when you left here with Jalal you knew where you were going and what can happen. It was the whole purpose of going out with him. Dancing, having dinner, watching garden or movie theatre, were just with him was just a ruse to mislead me and your conscience and guilt!"

Meena was shaking her head side-to-side indicating no, that what I was saying was not true.

My words left Meena's head spinning and all she could up with to say was, "But I am here with you. I am not with him. I am here with you! I didn’t leave you or our life and love!"

"Yes, you are here with me just because I am back! After you let another man enjoy you and do whatever else he wanted to do with you, and this not just for a moment or day, but for the days I was not here!" I spoke.

"It is not true, and I let him not to do whatever he wanted to do with me, I had my red line and I stayed on my red line". She argued.

“You were unfaithful to our love and relationship. I don’t know about your red line, Meena. You can change the position of it, move back and forth. I know just that your emotional affair with him bothers me and makes me very sad and sometimes angry, more than your physical on…" I spoke.

“Pardon?" She interrupted me.

“Talking to him outside of the relationship about personal things, some flirting, some texting and telling him about your personal other relationships, telling him about your sex life, maybe even sexting, exchanging pics etc. That means you were and are still, emotionally connected to him, and you hide it to me, your partner, your husband, and somebody that you claim to love him. Emotional affair can be just as bad as a physical affair, because it’s easy to get emotionally involved then it can quickly and easily turn into a physical affair… Now I need to know everything about your time with him, and about what and how you two come close, I mean physically,”

"I... I honestly can't phrase my point in a couple of sentences. All I know is… talking about this in so much detail is a bad idea."

"Okay....now let me explain to you why I need to know these things in detail."

"Alright." She accepted.

"When two people decide for another and for sharing their lives, it is not sharing only their property, their home, their bedroom, their genital organs. But also, a high level of intimacy, I call it better oneness. You achieve it when you go with another one together, through this process, Meena. This achieves you with only one person... Only one person at a time. That level of intimacy goes beyond just sticking a penis in a cunt or any other sexual act, with somebody. Do you get what I am saying?"

"I....I am not sure."

"Well, the practical act of sex, the penetration, comes from evolution. that has a biological programming, biological name is imperative. Everything else that goes with it. But intimacy as I said before, is more than just a sex act, it is this closeness to somebody else, that's... an expression of love. If you have a sexual affair, it is the first level of this process, it is not so complicated and actually very primitive, this is what we did it sometimes previously… but when it goes in a higher level, with or without sexual act, even a kiss, then you enter in the level of this intimacy, this emotional affair, this is my problem, and I must solve this problem, otherwise, our life together will become problematic, even senseless, at least for me. Did you get my point now?"

"What is your point exactly, Nadir?" She asked.

"I need to know if you have... Or had in these past days a relationship with him that goes beyond just sexual or physical closeness."

Meena finally realized she could not argue and explain her way out of her situation.
So, she exasperatedly asked, "What do I need to do? Tell me, what do I need to do to make up for my mistake?"

"I don’t know Meena; you are no longer mine. You gave yourself to another man." I spoke.

"No! No! No! That is not true, I am yours. I am yours and yours alone. Last days I made bad decisions. They were stupid decisions and that will never happen again."

"But Meena, you've done it. You gave yourself to him. He took your soul and somehow your body and now a part of you belongs to him. Then maybe you go better back to him, to your lover," I said angrily and somewhat loudly.

"But I tell you, I was and am yours and no one else's." Meena begged.
"Meena, I saw it for myself, you made yourself for him ready and available, you claim you did not have sex with him, but this is for me not so important. Because you had many times sex with your uncle, but you were under his control and for me, actually and mainly, you were forced blackmailed. Perhaps, not perhaps but sure, you had more often incredibly intense orgasms fucking him, but it was principally unvoluntary from your side, your normal hormonal and body reaction. Apart from that, we involved other men in our erotic games, and you slept with them at my request and my will and presence and enjoyed it too. But that was all physical. But now it is completely different, you waited for me to leave, you hid from me, when, where and how often you met him, what does that mean? any reasonable person will see that you wanted to give yourself to him, you wanted to unite with him physically and mentally."

Meena interrupted, "But it was a mistake. I made a mistake. And I didn't now what I was doing. My emotions, my hormones just took control of me, and I made a terrible decision!"

"I don't want to hear your excuses." I said indignantly.

"Today in bathroom, I decided to tell you the truth. I know this was no affair and nothing important is occurred. But I.. I…" And this brought out Meena's sobs and after a brief moment she continued, "It just got out of control. I mean more than what my personal limit was or is … It just got out of control and I'm so sorry, In these recent days, a little voice reminded me that I’m not really deserving your trust, because of what I do and the lie I am still telling. When I would put myself in your shoes, I always decided that I would want to know the truth. I would want the person I love to be honest with me. but Nadir, I am not the only one who guilty is…."


"What do you mean you are not the only one who guilty is?" I asked.

This time Meena spoke slowly and argued, "Look Nadir, before I speak about this. first, we have to make some other things clear, you talk about and you accuse me about my betrayal, that I cheated on you, betrayed our love and life, had sex with another man and so on, and this all intentionally… 
I will not discuss this anymore, but I want to tell you the truth, I’ll tell you briefly what happened, where and how, and then you can ask questions, no matter how detailed you want the answers to be, I will admit everything as it was. Here and for the last time, I swear that I will answer everything you want to know exactly and without lies, I speak about truth, and you are the one who accepts it, or not… You are the one who believes what I say or not and then you decide what to do, what happens to our life together…
I met him five times, on the Sunday after you left, he was here for a short time and surprised me in my bathing suit because I had bathed beforehand, but nothing happened. He almost persuaded me to go dancing with him the next day, Monday, and then when he brought me back, we got closer, he kissed me in the car, but nothing more.
The next day, Tuesday, he picked me up and we drove to his place. After dinner and after Tahir, his friend, left, he unexpectedly grabbed me from behind in the library and started to touch and rub my breasts and genitals until I came.
Then we left his house, and he took me home. Nothing more and nothing less.
On Wednesday he took me to dinner and then to the cinema, where we kissed long and passionately, and he touched and rubbed my lower abdomen again, and I touched and rubbed him for the first time and then he came.
Yesterday we went to a pizzeria for lunch and then to his house for a coffee. He wanted to talk to me about his plans for the future. 
We kissed and nothing more.
That was all Nadir.
I was never naked with him, and we never had real sex.
Now I sit here, and you ask me what you want in details.
One point more, I believe, and I am convinced that if you don't accept and believe my words, then our love, our relationship, our marriage, and our life together have no chance of survival... Then our life together is useless and just
a torture for both of us, no matter how much we love each other ... Then it is better that each of us goes our own way.
But please no hateful sentences, I am going to confess nothing but just the truth…"

Then she stopped waiting for me to say something.

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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[Demeter]

Nadir is outraged by Meena's escapades with Jalal. They have led to tension and coldness between the two ...

[Demeter]

Nadir is outraged by Meena's escapades with Jalal. 
They have led to tension and coldness between the two ...