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

[RCF]

Yes this phase of their life I hated Nadir a lot. He was selfish lol

Life has ups and downs and just like that a person's moral compass also has ups and downs. This was one of the lowest points for Nadir in my opinion.

~RCF

[Demeter]

In my opinion, Nadir is less troubled by moral concerns in this situation than by the fact that he believes he has lost control over Meena and the direction 
of her fantasies.
Another aspect is his growing fear of ultimately losing Meena to Jalal. In his view, Jalal is in a completely different league, has a much higher position, 
more influence and power in society than Mansi, and is also charming, good-looking and rich.

Yes, he is stubborn, selfish and jealous. All of this clouds his vision and rationality ...


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Demeter

[Demeter]

I thought to myself, well, the situation is slowly becoming critical and our life together is now dependent on this conversation…

"Did you kiss him sexually? I mean lips… tongue… mouth? French kissing?" I asked her immediately.

Meena: "Yes, but more than that,"

Me: "You...really did you have no sex with him, never in these days, not even touching of his dick on your body or pussy?"

Meena: "No. I am so sorry that I did things that were not allowed, I don't mean morally but in my own way of thinking and believe and in relation to our relationship, I mean mine and yours..."

Me: "How many times?"

Meena: “Excuse me?”

Me: "How many times did you do those ‘not intercourse’ things?"

Meena: "Does it matter?"

Me: "Yes."

Meena: "Why?"

Me: "Because I want to know if this was a one off mistake or a prolonged affair…"

Meena: "It was not an affair, Nadir ... but two times, I mean if you include the erotic kiss then Three or four times...."

Me: "Four times or four nights?"

Meena: "No nights."

Me: "You came back all nights home, alone?"

Meena: "Yes."

Me: "Is he...............bigger than me?"

Meena: "Why are you asking me that?"

Me: "Just answer me."

Meena: "I thought you saw the picture,"

Me: "But you saw it in real life, right?"

Meena: "Yes, but only in darkness,"

Me: "And you had it in your hand,"

Me: Meena: "Yes, sort of bigger. A bit thicker but he is much longer,"

Me "Bigger than Mansour?"

Meena: "No.... I don’t know..."

Me: "You know for sure Meena, you know that from your uncle,"

Meena: “Let me see… Yes, he was longer but not thicker, I think …”

Me: "Has he entered you?"

Meena: “No way, he wasn’t even close…,”

Me: "Were you or he naked?"

Meena: "No, never..."

Me: “What did he more than kissing?

Meena: "He touched me and rubbed me,"

Me: “You mean your tits, legs, or pussy?“

Meena: "Yes, all three, but just over my panty,"

Me: “And that made you wet?“

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "Did you cum?"

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "How many times and where,"

Meena: "Two times, first time in his house and the day before yesterday in the movie theatre,"

Me:"Did he cum?"

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "Every time? How many times?"

Meena: "No, not every time, he came only one time,"

Me: "Did you suck his dick?"

Meena: "No,"

Me: "Why not?"

Mena: "I didn’t want and he did not too, I mean he didn’t asked for it,"

Me: "How did he cum then?"

Meena: "I rubbed him, and he came in my hands. Nadir, I must say something here, I know that deep in your heart you believe me because you know me, it may sound weird to draw the line there after such a mistake …"

Me: "And did he go down on you?"

Meena: "No, perhaps he would have done, but I did not allow the matter to come to this,"

Me: "Were you drunk on any of those occasions?"

Meena: "Yes, I think a little bit, at least the first days, otherwise under no circumstances would something like that has happened."

Me: "Did you....do you love him?"

Meena: "No, of course not! I love you, Nadir!"

Me: "At those moments, the moments of erotic closeness, did you... think you loved him?"

Meena: "......"

Me: "Well?"

Meena: "Maybe."

Me: "What is maybe? Yes, or no?"

Meena: "It's not that simple, it depends on what love is meant."

Me: "Yes, it is, so simple, you know love since your childhood."

Meena: "No, it isn't. Yes, I like him enough to consider being with him sexually, but just in one case would I do that and go so far, just when you want it and let it occur. But, all the time, with or without him, I knew that you were and are the only one I could love and spend my life with. I don’t know, perhaps I wanted his attention, and I don’t know why, but I know that I do not love him, this is not love, I know love since I was a teenager and met you…
And all the time since this began, I wanted to speak with you, to tell you, I didn’t want to keep it hidden, Nadir. I know that the silence is not the answer. Silence is dangerous. Silence and shame are a killer combination. I was not unfaithful to you all my life, perhaps these days I drank too much. I just didn’t know how to tell you, I cannot pretend I didn’t what I did, I cannot pretend I wouldn’t, I cannot pretend I hadn’t…I felt very guilty every second that I had erotic feelings next to him,"
And after a short pause while she was thinking, she went on, "Excuse me Nadir, I think you are right, I am so sorry, that was a mistake."

Meena began to cry again, with her hands on her face, covering her eyes...

Me: "Ok. We go on. How come you could orgasm just by a short touching and rubbing so quickly … Normally it takes more minutes even while real sex?"

Meena: "Yes, but with him there was the added element of it being forbidden and wrong. I think that made me cum sooner. Sorry... I wasn't proud of what I was doing, and I am not proud of it … I am so sorry..."

Me: "Admit Meena, this was not a mistake or mistakes, you were really unfaithful."

Meena: "I am sorry. If you want to divorce me, I completely understand. But I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you…"

Me: "That's all platitudes until I can ascertain the level of your intimacy with him."

Meena: "Okay.... but let me finish. Also, I can understand if you just want to divorce me and never see me again. I will agree to the divorce on the terms of your choosing, although that divorce will devastate me. But....if you end up divorcing me because of this, I would rather that you did it quickly. And knowing all these details about what happened between me and him... will just make your resentment fester."

Me: "So I should pretend that it never happened?"

Meena: "No, Nadir! You aren't getting me point."

Me: "What is your point?"

Meena: "No! I am not saying that! It happened. I wish I could undo it, but I can't. It happened."

Me: "Then what is your point?"

Meena: "My point is… I am not the only one who guilty is… but it is useless to discuss it… Never mind, it makes no sense,"

Me: "No, tell me your point."

Meena: "Look Nadir, think about your game or games, and your demand to watch me… In this relation, you see people as just instruments, dolls to play with, and you demand or rather command them to play as you want and you direct... They should play as you wish, and no one can take his or her own will and feelings, seriously.
You want to control everything. Is that fair? 
Don't you see the selfish potential behind it?
I've almost always accepted that, I didn't want to lose you, what else could I do?
But the others, some don't want that... Some go their own way and if you want to have them in your game you have to accept that, or to leave it…
You have to take the risk that at some point something will go wrong with your plans...
With me too you have to always keep the risk in mind I am also a human being with weaknesses and strengths and often make mistakes.
Maybe even fatal mistakes that require sacrifices or are not correctable and can hurt you.
I have warned you so many times, Nadir… I know you, perhaps better than you know yourself, I know that in some cases you take risks whose consequences may be unbearable for you... but you go without considering it, so self-confident and sure of success and yes, at some point catastrophe occurs...
I love you so much, Nadir... I don't want to lose you, because that would mean losing myself too. But I accept your decision and if you want, we can go our separate ways... you should just know and remember, when I did something, I basically focused on your game scenario, maybe I missed or lost your game plan somewhere along the way, but you were always there and that was always based on your scenario… Sometimes more, sometimes less…
You know better, slips and slides are unavoidable in such a thing, with you high intelligence, your life experience behind you, you had to know that well…
You should not only look for the fault and guilt by others, and you should also not start the story from the middle, but read the first pages too, then you can see and recognize the guilty part or parts and his, her or their motives better and more clearly...
We both need healing, but to be healed, you have to go deep into your wounds…
I was most of all being unfaithful to myself, more than you…
We want loving stability from each other, we need someone to make us feel loved, cared for and adored and sometimes we want the excitement from the eyeballs of others, too. This is what makes you and me to think and play our games, in reality your games.
I, as a normal woman, want to be loved consistently and longingly and as a woman I also want people to think I am fun, cool, sexy, attractive, pretty, and more. We all deserve to have fun, but the limits are important. This is not cheating on you, Nadir. This is normal, but the red lines are important.
Perhaps I wanted someone, he to choose me - so much so, but I didn’t lose myself time and time again giving myself to him, doesn't matter if he deserves me or not. For me, I stayed in the territory of your right over me. Perhaps moments of one or two centimetres over the line, but still in your territory… any part of me was there with you, physical and emotional.
I have now really the feeling that I broke your heart into smithereens, and you didn't deserve it, this is a nightmare for me.
You think you have found out, that the person you are in love with, betrayed You. But is this so? Did I this to you really? Is this not your false feeling? Is this not vanity and unnecessary and excessive jealousy?
I see pained anguish on your face as if you broke down, telling me how much I had hurt you. But did I this so?
If you mean I should go to my lover, you mean in the highest way my sexual partner, That's not true either. We don't have a sexual relationship, for me that was a somewhat exaggerated seductive activity on his part, or at least on my part. Maybe and certainly, he wanted more and still wants more…
Should I tell you something? in a few months he is migrating to the USA and he definitely wants to take me with him as a life partner or maybe even his wife if I say yes... He loves me and I know that he can be a very pleasant life partner and make every normal woman lucky and providential, he wants and can offer me everything, not just materially and emotionally, should I go with him? Do you really want this, when you say go to your lover?
That hurts me... that hurts me so much Nadir, that pushes me directly into the pain. But as I said, in this moment none of this is important, in this moment I leave the decision to you and how you decide, I will do it, have I ever done anything else in my life?
You must not think about me and my feelings, think and decide as you want and your feelings are, just remember, sometimes some decisions cannot be taken back…If at the end of your thinkings and this talking, you come to a conclusion that I am really a cheating wife for you, then it’s useless, our being together has no meaning and sense..."

Meena stopped talking and looked into my eyes with moist eyes, waiting.
The last sentences were very touching for me, or rather painful.
I felt a tightness and pressure in my chest.
I had to get up and leave.
I couldn't sit there and speak, anymore. I needed time and rest. My thoughts needed to calm down.

I stood up and said, "I have to get upstairs for a minute, I'll be right back, I need a short break," and left the room…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena’s Narration:

Meena remained sitting at the table and staring down into her cup of coffee.
Her life, her perfect life, had rapidly fallen apart and it was all her own doing.
And being with Jalal, after seeing his photo, she indulged in tantalizing fantasies of him and her together.
Particularly of them having sex. And the things she knew from her experiences and memories, especially with her uncle, about men like Jalal, of how their unusual genitals, intensified intercourse and erotism for the woman, just made her fantasies even more tantalizing.
Yes, she admitted to herself at this moment that she got to the point where almost every one of last nights, before she fell asleep she laid in bed and imagined her and Jalal having sex.
But in her fantasies Nadir was always there, at least as an observer if not as her sexually active second partner.
She never thought or planned to meet Jalal alone and have sex, not even in her fantasies.
In Meena's state-of-mind she was not cheating. She was not betraying Nadir.
Rather, she was on the hunt and looking for a sex partner for Nadir's erotic games and she would have received what her performances were worth and would have earned her fair and legitimate price.
The old Jalal Noori with his excellent properties was the trophy specimen of the male species which she was hunting for their games.
These days and what she had done, were limited adventures to seduce Jalal for later, for her and Nadir’s erotic games.
Strangely enough, she almost thought that Nadir was right.
She let her hormones and erotic desires come into play in those few moments.
That was her big mistake.
And she knew it was doable to seduce him. But she went too far.
Her intuition sensed Jalal was interested in her and she believed he would take her as far as possible if he was given an opportunity.
All she had to do was give him the opportunity, and she gave him that!
Meena was confident Jalal would go along with this opportunity because several times he gave the signal.
And she signalled to Jalal that this was his opportunity that Nadir is abroad.
She looked and dressed as stunning and alluring and sexy as possible.
Nadir was right, this all was for Jalal.
From this point of view and today and in this moment, it seemed if her behaviour would send a clear signal to him that she was available for the taking.
It seemed so that, if he picked up and accepted her signals, then they would go through this sexual trip and adventure.
Of course Jalal picked up her signal the first day while dancing, or before, as they left for dance floor, even earlier, when she sat down in his car and he saw what she was offering him, well, of course, he wanted it.
He wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity.
She didn't plan it that way, it's all got out of hand because the atmosphere was so prepared and pleasing.
Perhaps Nadir exaggerated in his suspicions and accusations of her betrayal and deception.
But basically, he was right, she was thinking, it was not just his jealousy of Jalal and a lusciously sensual.
She had lied to him and not told the truth.
He was very angry now.
What would he decide now? she thought.
She couldn't imagine life without him.
Ever since she left her childhood, since she stopped playing with dolls, she has known him and he has been a part of her life, or rather a part of herself.
It was with him that she first really got to know life and the world and for her, as a little girl and then later as a shy teenager, he was always a good-looking, polite and reliable boy next door that she always wanted to get to know better and always dreamed of him as a friend and life partner.
Even all of her friends and family noticed that.
They met for the first time when she was just nine and he was fourteen.
They were in love with each other after four or five years.
For both of them, life had only in the presence of the other one, a meaning.
But they had sex and physical contact later, when she was seventeen and he was twenty-two years old. He was her first and she was his first.
She gave him her virginity and he brought her to her first orgasm.
So now according to Nadir there would be no forgiveness, there would be no getting beyond it.
Unless he gains certainty, that he has no doubt that Meena had no other reason to be with Jalal but to push forward his, Nadir’s started erotic game plans about Jalal!
That he realizes what the real reason for the matter was and how it all started, that he understands that it is not only her responsibility and fault…

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Nadir's Narration:

I got up, first I had to drink a glass of water. Then I went up to the bedroom.
I opened Meena's wardrobe door. I looked for the samll gift from Jalal. I took it and then I bent down and looked under her side of the bed. They were still there.
Her black skirt had lots of typical sperm stains on it and her dirty white blouse with cum marks on it, especially on the bottom.
Both looked weird and it wasn't typical of Meena that she didn't wash things like that straight away.
I took both and went back to the ground floor.
She was still sitting there, lost in thought, with moist and slightly red eyes.
I put the three objects on the table in front of her and sat down again where I was before.
She started to cry quietly and after a short minute she was really howling.

"Look Meena, My point is not that you start a long term affair or relationship with him or anyone, that it happens more than once or lasts. It is not even about how it all is and what kind, kissing, groping, fingering, or real sex and intercourse, as you say penetration."

"Even if you claim that you have not entered into a nonsexual, I mean, emotional relationship with him, and that you have not fallen in love with him or love him, I do not consider that to be hundert percent honest and do not consider it to be completely credible,and for whatever reason you enter into a relationship with him, alcohol effect, your hormones, your animal instincts, that he is better, prettier, has a bigger cock, can love better, is richer, fulfills your wishes in every respect sexually or materially. All of this can happen."

"We've done a few times some sexual games, together, as you say, at my request and my plan, I mean the games that we started with other men. I saw and look at you having sex with them, in my presence, with my consent, let's say my initiative. I enjoyed it. You enjoyed it too, may be more, as a woman."

"All of this is not primarily a problem for me and my point. The problem starts when you hide something. That you hide it from me, as your only man and love, as you claim. You hid that another man, with your consent and even your encouragement, kissed you, touched you, fondled you, kissed your breasts, worked on and rubbed your pussy, squirted for you and gave you his seeds and brought you to orgasm.
That's the point. It may be that you even long for him. We are human and we have feelings, emotions, hormones and instincts. It can happen that you desire someone, their body, their behavior, what they are like...
"The third person, here me, has to deal with it or leave you and go away. That is his right, but you have to be honest with him and give him the opportunity. The opportunity to choose. This is the least that you not only can do but must do...
But now, these days and here you didn't do it, there is no excuse for that. You have been silent, hiding and waiting. Even though you could have told me last night, you didn't say a word to me until I discovered, I presented the evidence, I opened everything up, until you could no longer deny it. That is my problem...
Then where we currently stand in the matterit is legitimate to call what you did, betrayal, fraud, cheating, infidelity and every designation along those meanings...
I repeat this Meena, you didn't belong to me at those moments, hours and days. And I'm not sure if you belong to me and only me at this moment.
I can't take it anymore, Meena, I can't stand it how it is..."

I had to get up and leave that room.
I couldn't do it anymore. I needed time and rest. My thoughts needed to calm down. I was in my study. I turned on the music in my computer.
She was and is my Muse and Muse for others, too.-
After that I packed a small suitcase in the bedroom, took only the things that I absolutely needed for a short stay, and went downstairs. I called the chief surgeon in medical college and told him I need a few days off, I have to sort out something private. He immediately accepted it and wished me all the best I got my suitcase and went dowmstairs...
Meena was still sitting in the kitchen, looked up at me with wet eyes and I could clearly see that she was sinking in her seat. Her face turned pale and she couldn't say a word, I had the feeling, she just looked alternately at me and my suitcase and shook her head.

“I can't Meena, I'm sorry, I have to go. Please don't ask where or what... I'll get in touch and you take good care of yourself... I don't know if this is the end for us or a new beginning... I'm afraid you can't help me. I have to let myself and nature heal my wounds... Maybe time will help with that...“

And then I went into the garage and took my vintage car, my old Jaguar, which she had given me, and drove away…

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Nadir’s Narration:

After about 3 hours driving I was in the heavenly beach that I had seen in the magazine, previous night together with Meena.
I got a hotel room and went to the bar and ordered my favorite alcoholic drink...
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The next day was Sunday, the hotel beach and even the nearby beaches were very crowded.
I got in the car and drove a few kilometres away.
There, I was able to walk along the beach for hours in peace, no one was there, just the sea, sand and me, until I was tired and hungry.
It was afternoon when I got back to the hotel. Then I ate and sat at the bar until the evening. It was just after 8 o'clock in the evening that I noticed two pretty green eyes watching me.
The eyes belonged to a well-dressed woman of my age or a little younger. When our eyes met, she smiled and tilted her head briefly. I smiled back and greeted her with a "Hi, "I immediately noticed that my voice was not audible.
She had short, light brown hair and a rather slim figure.

"Sad eyes," Normally I don’t speak with strangers, my mother forbade me," and laughed.
Then, "but your eyes are speaking a sad story,"

"My eyes are just tired, sorry," I responded, not interested.

"You must not open your heart, but this helps you open your mind," she said and showed my glass to the bartender and told him another one.
I thanked for drink and said, "Thank you, normally the man should invite and give a lady, I mean the drink."

"We live in a neutral world, cheers, people say." and raised her red wine glass.

I said cheers and took a sip of my new drink glass, then looked in her beautiful green eyes and said, "your eyes don't look so happy either,"

"Tired!", she answered and giggled, "Now, you are trying me to open my heart!" She continued and smiled.

"I am for the last one week here, I didn’t see you last days,” she said.

"I only arrived yesterday."

"Alone?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm traveling solo, I am in a healing journey, I hope at least,"I smiled.

"Now I can guess what is wrong with your eyes, you are mentally ill!"

"Yes, incurable!" I laughed.

“This is a good place for that, I was healed here some time ago,"she said calmly.

"Done with the trip"I show her the suitcase next to it.

"Yes, unfortunately I have to say goodbye to the sea," she smiled sadly and continued," and to you too, it's getting late. I have to get going,“ and she stood up, when I looked at her, I estimated that she was about 170 cm tall, with quite small breasts and a slim body. She was wearing jeans with sports sandals, with short 2-3 cm heels.
She reached for her suitcase but then asked me, "Are you staying here? I want to go to the shore for a bit I need about an hour to say goodbye if you stay here, I can leave my suitcases here or I'll take them to the car."

The hotel parking lot was set back a little in the other direction from the beach.

"Do you mind if I accompany you to the beach? I can help you take your suitcase to the car now," I asked and added, "I need to get my healing dose from the sea again."

"It would be nice if you would accompany me, let's go," she replied.

I got her suitcase, and we left the hotel with the suitcase and walked towards the parking lot.

She asked my name, and I answered.

"Nadir means rare, a rare creature, is your kind rare breed?" she said and laughed.

"I don't know, but I think so... at least I don't belong to this time,"I said and laughed.

"And why do you think that you don't belong to this time? At least you belong to this world, I'm not either, I'm not even from this world..." and laughed again.

Now we've arrived at the sea shore.
It was very beautiful.
Half past eight in the evening and it was still light.
The beach was almost empty.
A couple, with a dog, were strolling along the water, seagulls were still screeching in competition with each other.
I looked at a sandcastle that the waves took over at night.
I thought to me, there is a similarity the life of me and this sandcastle.
My companion interrupted my train of thought.

"I am Mitra, not a god but a goddess of contracts and friendship and the guardian of cosmic order … but unfortunately I have not managed to bring orderinto my own life, even," and laughed.

I looked at her, ’She is so pretty, and she smells and looks like life in its simplest and most uncomplicated form, so alive and so happy and easy going,’ I thought.
We sat on the sand while looking out at the sea, which I particularly love at this hour.
The air is not warm more a breeze passes through the light is velvety, the sun is reflected red gold in the waves that are slowly and somewhat pensively lapping against the shore.
What does the sea think about me?

Suddenly Mitra stood up and said, "I'll be right there, Nadir!" and ran to the hotel.

The sun was sinking and the sky turned darker, I heard and saw a seagull landed in front of me and looked at me.
When Mitra a few minutes later returned, she had a bottle of cold, sunset-coloured bottle of wine and two glasses with her.

“Get up, let us climb the rocks. The sunset looks up there lovely." she said.

I took the bottle, and we climbed the rocks up.
There was a sandy path between rocks that were not so steep and so we soon reached the top.

We sat down on the rocks, and I poured wine into glasses, she looked at me and said, "Cheers, but you have to drink the rest, I have to drive," she said and took a sip from her glass.
I took a sip too.
We looked at the sky and the last golden rays of the sun and the red, golden colour of some small clouds in the distance of the horizon.
All you could hear was the silence and the waves crashing against the rocks.

Mitra whispered, "Isn't it heavenly, Nadir?"

I had to agree, it was a beautiful sunset.

"Almost as pretty as you." I spoke.

She smiled and said thank you, kissing me on the cheek quickly. the air was very clear, and the breeze kissed my cheeks the whole time.
I looked at the sea and watched the waves fighting with the rocks below. It wasn't far from me. 5-6 meters deep.
For a moment I focused on the waves and how they beat and break apart, I saw clearly the millions of drops in the light of the moon in the air, which shone for a fraction of a second, then I looked at the millions of drops that break in seconds, rise and jump into the air and then find their way back to their mother, sea.
I was one of them and then I saw another drop, Meena who met me and then in a split second, we separated and then she met drops Mansour and then Jalal... and I met drop Mitra for another split second and in the end we all disappeared into the mother sea, our universe....
I couldn't hold back; I started to cry like a child who has lost its mother...
The tears made my cheeks, my face, wet. I was shaking all over and at the same time felt pressure in my neck and chest, and then saw a vast light on the horizon...
Mitra noticed this at one and hugged me tightly and started to cry with me...

"Calm down, calm down, my baby, calm down, I'm crying for you..."

After about five minutes, the world was healed. The stars were incredibly bright and clear, and so were my thoughts.
Mitra still held me in her arms and stroked my back and hair. We were both calm. But the sea and the waves were not...

"I have to go, you strange, rare man..." she whispered and smiled to me.

"Can I leave you alone?" She asked.

There was a moment of silence.

Then I said calmly, “Can you stay a little longer? I mean, if you don't mind, you can stay with me in my suit. I have a big bedroom and living room, I'm alone...”

"Are you scared, my baby??" She asked.

“Scared? Yes, I am... I'll be very calm, I promise, you don't need to worry...” I said.

"You are so sweet Nadir, really a rare personality,"

"You are really a rare personality, I think you're right, I'd rather drink some wine and stay at your place but first you have to open your heart to me, here have another glass of wine, opens your mind more."

I took a sip of wine and told her my story. From beginning, and showed her a photo of Meena and spoke about the years and the last week and my mental condition and my search for healing.
I guess, I talked for at least two hours and Mitra listened patiently.
I spoke about how we met, in the early years, our marriage, Meena's blackmailing by Mansour, our later games and finally about the last days.I wanted to feel me free, free from sadness, but that made me sadder as the story went on.

Then when I finished, she turned to me and said, "A strange story, you really belong to the last century, you should even go back 2 or 3 centuries," and about your wife, Meena, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life."

"You are at least as pretty as she is,"I said.

"Nonsense," she laughed, and after a short pause while thinking, she asked " Is she important for you? I mean do you care about her and her life?"

"I don’t know, not that I don't care but I am not sure," the words floated from my lips and my heart struggled to believe them.

"I needed to get to the core of the issue, and I can't do that if I stayed at home!" I said sadly.

"But she didn’t cheat on you, Nadir! How can you even stand the sight of yourself when you claim such a thing?" Mitra countered.

"I don't know that for sure." I insisted.

"Nadir, you can't be so blind and selfish," You should be grateful that firstly I like you and secondly that I'm drunk, otherwise I would have said go to hell with your ridiculous arguments!" She was very clear with her opinion!

"There are people who, if you treat them the way you treated her, will send you away and never want to see you again, that's for sure, me for example!"

"I don't know Mitra..." I insisted.

"What does your heart say?" she asked.

"That's the problem. My heart loves her. We've been together for so many years. We were enough for each other and we love each other, that is for sure, but..." I replied. "I'm human and like any other man or woman, I enjoy attention from others at times, but Meena is more than enough woman for me. I thought that about her too…"

"I have something really important to tell you," she said. "Can I go on?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"I know this feeling Nadir, you are still confused and muddled up by the realities you have experienced, but there are also some truths that you need to see first and more, bear in mind, can I go on? Are you ready to heat the truth? The naked truth?" She asked.

I glanced at her face. I was ready at this moment to hear everyrthing, at least in my opinion I was right, so I had no reasons to say no. I agreed.

"First of all, no matter what happened, you have no right to treat someone like that, sorry, but accept that, you have no right to handle like that. Second truth and most importantly; You love her, and then comes what your heart says: you know that she is right when she says she is not the only one to blame, perhaps the main guilty one in the story of your relationship, as you told me, is you, Nadir! I like you very much Nair and I don't know your Meena, but I don't want you to ruin your life because of your personal mistakes."
Then Mitra stopped and then after thinking for a moment said, "This is the difference between our reactions is that I saved my life, but you are ruining your life, now don't say anything, hug me and we go sleeping, tomorrow go back to your heart."

"But before we go back, do you want to open your heart to me too?" I asked Carefully.

"Isn't it late for a new story?" she said.

"I have time and I am curious if you don't mind,"

"No, no, if you're interested, please."

And then, she spoke …
She is 39 years old, a lawyer in the service of the Ministry of Justice. she had a son, 17 years old who lives with his father, and she hadn’t seen him since one year, she lives in the city where we live and she is divorced since one year, she had a happy family and was married for 18 years until a year ago when she experienced a shock.
She caught her husband, with whom she had been happy since she was seventeen years old, while cheating.
He had sex with his own sister, who was three years older than him and was also married. He later admitted that the two siblings had been lovers since they were teenagers and met regularly. He was last year 44 uand his sister was 47 years old!
Mitra got divorced straight away and has been living alone since then, not even far from us in the city. She doesn't even want to see her own son anymore because he looks exactly like his father and he doesn't know about it and thinks his mother had an affair and divorced his father. She doesn't want to say anything to him either. She would rather forget her last twenty years.

After she told her story, we didn't speak for minutes, just watched the sea, then she turned to me and said, "I'm healed, Nadir, the sea healed me exactly six months ago, right here and exactly like you just experienced it, the enlightenment..."

"We have to go to sleep now, the wine is finished! " she continued, "but just one thing, I like you, in a few short hours I got to know you and grew to love you, but...but... I haven't had a man for more than a year and I don't want one either, Nadir, I have to be honest with you because I don't want to disappoint you... I do not want to have sex if you're into it... Please understand me, I can not, not yet... if it's okay with you, then we'll go to your place... Otherwise I'll leave, regardless of whether I've am drunk or not..."

"Who do you think I am, Mitra? Do you think I'm going to take you to my room to... my God..."

Then we got up. But before we went down the rocks, she hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Please Nadir, go back to her, you are two of the good kind, two drops that only came together by chance for a fraction of time somewhere in the universe, find yourselves together again, you must not leave your love alone or sacrifice it..."

When we got to the hotel, I got another bottle of red wine from my fridge, we sat in the living room of the suit, we talked. Silence. Talked again…
About life. About the future. About gratitude. About Meena and me, and about what the sea meant to us and spoke to us...
About how we humans have become degenerated creatures.
We could use what nature and existence without asking for anything in return, has given us, for our enjoyment and pleasure: “the "drop of being "state”.
We could consciously use this state that we have been given for a fraction of a second and simply see a beautiful sunset, hear birds singing and an andante by Mozart, smell a wild rose, taste a drop of honey, and touch the tender skin of a woman's breast before we have to find our ways back to Mother Sea.
But we don't see, don't hear, don't smell, don't taste and don't touch. We have complicated everything, life itself, all our sensations have become artificial and complicated. Instead of sensing and feeling, we prefer to look into boxes, big oxes and small boxes, and let's call that life and being human.
We even want joy and pleasure to be served packed in a box.
We complicate our natural feelings and instincts, we complicate our relationships, our dealings with the environment and even our sex.
We are just terrible creatures that father nature and mother sea cannot be proud of us, on the contrary, they are surely ashamed of us…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena is pensive and disappointed by Nadir's behaviour, which she cannot understand ...

[Demeter]

New Horizons
Nadir's Narration:


It was around lunchtime when we, Mitra and I, packed our suitcases, her big one and mine small, into the cars.
Our last conversation before we hugged and kissed goodbye was...

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

"Am going home now? Yes, I promise, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else," I smiled, "and thank you for the rescue mission, you were my rescue angel, commissioned by the universe."

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

* * *

I was home at about 3 o'clock.
Everything was quiet and Meena wasn't there yet.
She always worked a little longer on Mondays.
After changing and having a lemonade, I quickly went up to my study and played the recordings from the last two days since I left.
There wasn't much to see. Meena was often in the kitchen tidying up, or reading in the bedroom and watching TV, or just lying on the couch, closing her eyes and listening to Mozart.
Only on Saturday evening after I left did she speak to Jalal on the phone, and not for long. I could only hear her one-sidedly during conversations, but his speaking was inaudible.
This time she had spoken on the phone in the bedroom and not in the living room, where, the microphones of my hidden cameras were a bit far away.
That's why her voice was easier to understand.

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

* * *

After about two hours Meena was home.
When she saw me, she ran into my arms, hugged me and squeezed me tightly and started crying.
After a few minutes of her howling voice being clearly audible in the room, I tried calming her down.
We separated and I asked her to sit down.

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

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

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

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

She replied, "Why are you saying such a thing Nadir, why are you making me so sad," and she cried.

"I am your woman, and I must kiss your hands and ask for forgiveness, Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I broke your heart ... I am still your Meena, same as you saw me and told me about your love to me, I am still your 14 years old girl, as you charmed her with your eyes and smile."

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

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

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

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

* * *

Meena prepared a little something for dinner and until late evening we talked about our life, our past days, our past months and years.
First, she assumed me that on Friday evening, when she got up before going to sleep and undressed, she spontaneously decided and wanted to tell me everything about the past week and meeting details with Jalal, while we were making love, but the situation went wrong.
Then we talked about others. About all the people who played a role in the last time in our life.
I spoke about Mitra, and Meena said she would like to meet her.
We talked about Jalal and what I and she, each one of us thought of him and the expectations of each of us from the relationship with him.
We talked about our Inclinations, desires, our erotic preferences that we were not sure, whether the other person would agree with, and we came to some results.
We talked about that everybody, man or woman is fighting a battle between selfish lust and wanting to be a person of decency and integrity.
But where is the border between these two meanings?
About the truth that men and women don’t know about each other.
I said that I knew that Meena and so many women like to be ruled up when it comes to sexuality.
This is the real feminism, as nature planed, I said.
Meena confessed that she loves the dirty talking while sex.
She said that she could fall off the orgasmic cliff if I had called her a slut or a bitch and such dirty names during sex, just as she's about to come.
And she told me that she believes any normal woman could be stimulated sexually when it comes to dirty talking.
She seemed almost apologetic.
'You know me, you know I'm not a feminist,' she told, 'But I am also not a submissive type, nevertheless I can't help it, that some such words make me insane. In a really good way.' and smiled, shyly.
Then she lowered her eyelids to the table. Then she emphasized that she knows some women love degrading sex, but this is not degrading.
Especially if a woman is bold and an independent woman outside the bedroom, inside the bedroom other rules prevail.
This has nothing to do with integrity, it means not that you like to be a sex slave or a whore.
She told that with Mansour, who in first instance actually bangd her, she had countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment.
Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.
She didn’t want to speak with me about, those days, definitely not.
But now she knows that it was a mistake.
She should have talked about it, then she would have suffered less.
She spoke about how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her family, and Mansour's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within her until she became his willing fuck toy.
But then after first time, she couldn't even stop herself from kissing him back.
Her body accepted Mansi as a real man who could possess her physically. But she knew that it was just her body, her physical existence. Then she realized that she couldn't control the animalistic impulses of her own body.
A single fat tear ran down her cheek as she talked about it.
Later, times at nights, she lay quietly in the dark next to me, pondering the situation and the nightmares that awaited her and her husband, me.
Between the various contacts with her husband and her uncle, who was her rapist, incomprehensible circumstances occurred that brought her into this terrible situation.
The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.
Then after a while her thoughts changed.
No, it wasn't her fault, it was the sexual talents of a powerful older man who had been locked up for the last few years.
Mansour’s massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any sexually normal woman could ever experience.
And she, Meena, his niece, did - again and again.
Both assets of gratification and Mansour's powerfully rough hands had been on an unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout those dissolute nights.
Meena spoke about how her uncle had skilfully awakened her pussy to the highest limits of capabilities and easily brought her to numerous pleasurable orgasms before turning the tables and making the serious academic and respectable university lecturer beg for his cock like a cheap slut.
As Meena was speaking, my thoughts returned to her and what her mental condition must be like following those long nights.
The fight, battle, between selfish lust of her body, and her wanting to be a person of decency and integrity, her pain, her suffering and her collapse...
I put my arms around her and held her close, wanting her, desiring her.

"But" I wanted to know, "did you love him?"

"Those days I did not know. I thought I did, but now I am sure that not... I wanted him to possess me physically, I wished and let him to bring me to climax as often as possible, my body loved those dirty games..."

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

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

My mind went to an image of Meena that first time with Mansour back in our house. In my vision of them, I could see her pulling up her skirt around her waist and removing her panties as Mansour stood over her unbuckling his belt.
My cock was fully hard by then and I wanted to fuck Meena at once.
I began to strok the inside of her thigh, working my way to the crotch of her panties.
She was so wet! Meena was soaking wet from her memories of Mansour!
The memories of their time together and her sexual experiences with him still with her, I thought.
As I felt the softness of her nylon covered pussy, she began to tug at her skirt, just the way I had imagined her with Mansour.
Meena ripped off her panties and lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs to receive me.
I plunged my hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. Damn, it felt so good.
After we had finished, I held her close for a long time.
I was surprised that I had become so aroused by her confessions and memories, but this time without worry to lose her, without jealousy, because I knew now where is the border, where I am standing for her and what and how she feels about me.
Pleased that she trusted me with such a heavy burden that she carried.
I loved her even more then, at that moment, as I realized again how much we can enjoy still more the sex, with each other and with others...

* * *

I thought about other couples, are there many who have such inclinations, so open to each other, if not, why not? why should one forgo so many unfounded, self-generated prohibitions and obstacles to enjoyment in such a short time that one has for life, our drop-life phase of being, the only phase of existence in which we separate ourselves from mother ocean and become an independent ego?
Many of the men are critical of women like Meena, calling them all sorts of derogatory names, even in this and similar sites.
At the same time many men think of husbands of these women as spineless wimps.
Others are like me-aroused by the thought of other men experiencing sex with a woman they love.
What, I wonder, would the response of those men be if they experienced the same thing that I did with Meena?
Just trust, trust in each other, in the inclinations and desires of yourself and your partner and believe in each other.
To be one with him or her, which is really possible if you are honest with yourself and your surroundings...

* * *

After that before sleeping, we were lounging in bed, making out, engaged in hot pillow talk and fantasy play.
We both were narrating our phantasies and thoughts of Meena making love to others, while I was fingering her.
She was incredibly aroused, wet, and had two intense orgasms in fairly short succession as I played out my fantasies of her engaging in hot, dirty sex with Mansour.
I felt a combined sensation, like my heart might stop; light-headed, hot, short of breath, and the simultaneous intensity of arousal and lust,incongruent with hearing my wife tell me that she'd cheated on me.
My cock was throbbing, and my balls ached.

Meena said, "Did you like that baby? Did you like hearing me tell you all about fucking others?"

I managed to croak out a hoarse, "Yes. It was so hot sweetie..."

After that, she rolled toward me and pushed me onto my back.
I felt my cock was twitching, pulsing, and my balls ached with desire.
Meena kissed and licked my face then she got on top of me.
My cock was rock hard, and I really wanted to fuck her, and she was grinding her pussy against my stiffness.
I was on the verge of cumming and she sensed it.

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

I unloaded in Meena at that moment, pumping my balls dry into her.
I asked if she wants me to finish her too.

Meena said, "no, not now."Then out of the blue, Meena blurted out, "Do you want to know about my opinion about a relation to Jalal?" 

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

I finally responded, "I understand."

"Maybe then, should I happen, accidentally, to know him better, I will change my mind about it," she Added and giggled.

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

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

Kneeling beside me, Meena went on, with her hand on my thigh, "You know it is fun to dance and flirt with him. Even more, but he is Jalal, a good friend, may be a good lover for bed but not more. I didn't really want to go with him as my man, so perhaps he was and is disappointed, but I didn't and don’t care, out unit, mine and yours, must not
be disturbed or even touched, he understood that, just like when Mansour understood that..."

Meena set the scene telling me about her sexual desires after discovering some of her hidden desires while Mansour time, which I knew partly but we and specially she had never spoke about so straight. She said she enjoys a passionate time with older men. I didn't ask earlier but I knew this now it became reasonably obvious.
If an older man delivers the dominant forceful sex, Meena admitted would be what she will enjoys the best.
It was her description of how much she loved the loss of control the dominance and even the unpredictable use...
That touched me deeply and at the same time excited me again.
What she emphasized again and again, however, was that this only applies to light aggressive form in erotic moments and during sex, and under no circumstances should it be mixed with brutality, much more controlling...

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

I thought about my young wife, this was not so clear to me, her this side of personality. I had a hunch, a sense, but nothing more.
Not that profound. I was reassured that this inclination was only sexual and physical, and had nothing to do with love generally, and her for me, especially.
Knowing that the rest of the world observed her as an attractive, gifted academician, university lecturer and conservative soon-professor.
Only I was aware that when she allowed her outward, caring professional persona to be unmasked, a sexual, sometimes kinky tigress resided beneath the cloaked image. I was the very thankful beneficiary of that side of my sexy wife's divergent personality...

* * *

On Tuesday I stayed at home again.
Meena had to work for a short time, only until 2 p.m.
Right after breakfast, before she left, I showed her all my hidden cameras!
I've wanted to do that since the day before when we opened up to each other.
That I had installed such spy cameras in our house to observe her, didn't bother her at all.
She said that these cameras show how important she is to me, how much I love her, how much I desire her and how much I'm interested in her activities...

* * *

The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the reflections of events that changes our life. How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.
After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena, to reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.
As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, her consciousness. There was always for me a struggles between desire and humiliation. since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship. Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.

* * *

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

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

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

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

I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when you were twenty,"


"Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!" Meena giggled...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena had just finished exercising.

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

"Hey Doki," he said. 

I saw that he was clearly surprised. I was supposed to be at work and in the hospital at that time.
I was surprised too that he is there.
I knew he will stop by but I thought he would call first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked to the house, half expecting to see Meena staring out the window at us. I suddenly had the urge to implement my not yet fully thought-out and not yet fully developed plan.
Perhaps it was his apparent eagerness to get one more chance with her, and/or the idea that this might be his last chance with her before he is gone or before I prevent all this, or Meena has turned away from him forever in this regard.
Meena and I had already discussed the reality of what Jalal might expect as time goes on and agreed on the fact that whatever happens it wasn't going to be the case of a surprising visit.
Neither of us were looking for his visit before we discussed and planned and developed this. Above all, he should know what to expect and that I am the one who manages the situation.
But now, after this surprise visit from him, at this time and at our house before he goes away for a few days.
I thought about it and came up with a spontaneous plan.

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

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

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

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

"Just remember you are already in her heart as far as I know," I said over my shoulder as we headed inside.

"Really? are you sure? it is so beautiful to hear this from you, especially. I am happy to be a good friend for you two," he said, closing the door behind him.

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

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

"Yeah," came Meena's voice.

I nodded toward the stairs for Jalal to follow.

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

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

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

"Eeep!"Meena shrieked, tried to hide herself quickly behind the screen that always stood next to her bedside. 
She was wearing nothing but her stretch yoga pants.
"Nadir!" she said, peeking out from the side of screen with her arms folded over her chest.

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

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


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

"Sorry," he said.

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

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

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

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

"Hmm," Meena said, looking down.

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

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

I could tell Jalal glanced my way, but I maintained eye contact with Meena.
I walked up next to the screen and folded back the section she was standing behind.

"Nadir?!" she exhaled and immediately becoming flush as she reached for her own shoulders and turned a knee inward.

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

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

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

I guess Jalal realized and noticed what was going on, at the latest as I deliberately left them both alone.
It was now time for Menna to move.
She had to decide how to proceed. I expressed my opinion indirectly but clearly about the situation and now she had to decide what would happen.

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

"Mm, yes," she answered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meena bit her lip then turned back to look at Jalal.
I thought Meena was disturbed that something like that was happening in our bedroom.
Jalal approached Meena, she looked up at him, so he bent down and kissed her ear.
I heard her swallow as she breathed heavily in front of him. He took her by the chin and turned her head up and kissed her, and while doing so gently pushed down on her forearms, eliciting a muffled whimper from her.
Then he gripped her arms and held them behind her, making her little breasts thrust out and heave as she panted at Jalal.

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

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

"Ohhh," she exhaled softly and squirmed.

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

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

Meena's body immediately shuddered, then she immediately reached up to cradle Jalal's head as he nursed on her breast."Oh my...oh my god," Meena sighed, swooning forward and bracing her hands on Jalal's shoulders to keep from falling.

He stopped to hold her by the forearm.
Jala then turned her back to him.
Meena just swallowed and looked up in a daze, catching her breath.
I could watch clearly on monitor; Jalal was looking down at her ass.

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

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

"Meena, you got such a fine body,"

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

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

"Mm..g'g'ah," she stuttered softly.

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

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

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

He had a perfect view down her arched back as she stuck out her ass.
Jalal reached down and took Meena's ass cheeks, and squeezing them.

"Oh…" came her breathy whisper.

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

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

"More?"

"Yesss..." she said even softer. Meena swallowed nervously and looked to her side.

"I want you to keep touching me," she whispered.

Jalal ran his hand between her legs, and she twitched with a soft moan.
He gripped Meena's shoulder and put more effort into his rubbing of her spandex covered pussy.

"Mmmm," Meena moaned.

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

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

"Feels good and looks good," he added, supinating his hand so he was palming Meena from behind.
"Ohhh," she moaned, this time in her regular voice.

"Yeah?" Jalal asked.

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

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

"God that looks hot," I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and scoot them down a few inches, "Ohhhhh..."she groaned at it.
Jalal slid his open hand down the back of Meena's pants and began palming her bare pussy.

"Mmmm," she moaned shakily.

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

Meena was scooting her ass back at him with clenched teeth and droopy eyes, she was so wet that even I could hear the slick wet sounds of Jalal's hand wagging between her labia.
He pulled the back waistband of Meena's spandex to work more of his hand inside.

The sensation caused Meena to perk up with an attentive look and moan, "Oooohh".
"You are making me come," she quickly whispered.

Jalal was gripping her hip with one hand as he worked his other from side to side under the back of her spandex.
He took a step closer so he could better manage palming her wiggling pussy.
Meena strained her head up as she began to cry out in orgasm. As the first crashing wave hit, she began rising up on the balls of her feet as her pelvis and leg quivered uncontrollably. he just held her as she endured her orgasm.
Looking down he could see her ass jump and twitch against his hand.
As she started to come down Meena raised her head up, making little whimper and moaning noises as Jalal slowly rubbed her.

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

"Good?" Jalal asked.

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

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

Jalal stepped up against her ass and reached under her arms to cup both tits as he began humping up against her.
Meena moaned as she shoved and wiggled it out back against him.
She pulled away and looked down at Jalal's hands as they worked her tits, then looked up at him.
Jalal slid his hands down over her tummy and worked his thumbs under the waistband of her spandex yoga pants.

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

He placed her hand over the bulge in his sweats and she inhaled sharply.
She looked nervously up as her other arm fell to her side.
Jalal reached over and cupped one of Meena's naked breasts and she swooned on already unsteady legs.
"God… My god…"she whispered hotly, her eyelids fluttering.
She crooked her head back to look up at him, as if about to speak, when Jalal took Meena by the waist and turned her sideways to him.
He lowered his head and began sucking on her breast as he held her up with one arm wrapped around her naked back.

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

It was so erotic for me to see the sucking lips of some old man we hardly knew attached to my wife's little pink nipple.
"Jalal... suck my wife's tits," I groaned as I watched them on monitor.
Meena‘s head lolled over and her eyes found hidden camera as they dropped from the sensation of Jalal's sucking mouth on her breast.
He reached down and ran his hand over her spandex covered pussy mound as he continued mauling her breast with his mouth.

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

"Jalal take her," I groaned.

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

He suddenly stopped sucking Meena's breast and looked at her as he slowly palmed her crotch.
She was just panting at him as she caught her breath, pumping her her hips against his hand.
He pulled Meena to him and began kissing her, the visible action of his mouth indicating he was forcing his tongue into hers.
She immediately braced her hands against his chest and looked directly at camera in wide-eyed surprise as she exhaled her moaning breath into his mouth.
Meena was pushing at him, but Jalal wouldn't take no for an answer and only doubled down on his efforts, taking a sudden and tighter hold around her shoulders, pinning her arms tighter between them and giving her less leverage with which to push away from him.
Slowly, Meena began raising her knee up against Jalal's waist and locked her lower leg around him, at which point he reached around and grabbed her spandex clad ass and pulled her tighter against him, turning her taut and toned little back to my camera inthe process.
Meena was slowly pumping her hips against him, and I felt my cock twitch with a surge of pre-cum.
They necked and ground against each other like this for several moments when Jalal broke their kiss with a mutually breathy gasp for air only to begin biting at Meena's neck.

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

Meena was struggling to turn to look unnoticeable at hidden camera when Jalal suddenly began working his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants.
Her leg came down and she wavered against him as her body was manhandled.
"Mm," Meena swallowed nervously.
"Jalal... Jalal, please wait," she said, pushing him away.
Jalal leaned back from Meena, looking down at her like he wanted to either kill her or eat her.
She went to speak but he just spun her around, "Oh!" She gulped and looked back over her shoulder as he began tugging her yoga pants down over her hips.
"Ohhh," came Meena's shaky sigh. "Jalal..." she whispered nervously as her body moved from his efforts.

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

"Umph!" she grunted out loud, her head drooping.
He pushed again and her mouth opened wide. Meena looked to her side and Jalal began making small in and out movements.
He was still doing this when Meena faced forward again to look at my camera with agonizing lust in her eyes as she panted up at me.
Jalal jerked her hips in his grip and pushed forward and held."Ohhhh…. Goddd…!" she moaned loudly.
Jalal didn't stop to give her a moment but suddenly pushed forward again, interrupting Meena's attempt to breath her way through this with a throaty "Uhh…!!" She was left panting desperately as he eased out and fucked with small back and forth movements to work it back into her.
He stopped again, and held still, finally letting Meena catch her breath.
"Damn it, Jalal!..." she panted, turning her head as if to ensure he heard her. Meena crooked her head up to look at the camera just as he fucked into her again. "Oooghh!"she grunted, her eyes widening.
Then Jalal started to fuck Meena properly.
"He's fucking me... He's fucking me..." she looked at near hidden camera and whispered hotly to herself as her head bobbed around.
Jalal was gripping Meena's hips like a jackhammer as he fucked her pussy.
Her yoga pants barely down enough to allow for it.
Meena struggled to maintain eye contact with camera, and as she bounced around in front of me it became apparent she was trying to say something and breath at the same time.

"Meena?" I whispered to myself, as if she hears me.
"Mm mmmm…" she grunted steadily up at camera with anxious eyes as she was pumped.
She took in a giant breathy gulp of air and let out a forceful "Oh!!" then she let her head fall, as she was pumped and reached back to push at Jalal.
After a short moment that their wild intense fucking continued, Meena turned to Jalal and addressed him.
"Jalal... You gotta... Ugh! God! Fughhh!!" she pleaded.

He just gripped Meena's hips and kept fucking.
She shook her head forcefully, as she was mercilessly pumped from behind.
Again, she tried to get his attention. "Jalal... Jal-" but was cut off when he turned her face back to force another one-sided tongue filled kiss.
He pulled Meena to him and hugged both his arms around her as he kissed and fucked her, taking knee bending thrusts upward, each time bringing her heels off the floor.

I could only imagine the depth of his long, aggressive cock inside her enough to do the job ...

* * *

[Demeter]

Jalal devours Meena with passion and lust, full of desire and devotion ...

[Demeter]

Meena was letting out loud and throaty muffled grunts of "Ungm…Ungm…" into Jalal's mouth with his successive thrusting up into her.

"God…" I muttered at the sight and sound of it.
She managed to free an arm to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
Jalal took hold of Meena's waist and just kept fucking her.

Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she clearly mouthed, "Please,… too much... "

That was it.
I saw her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air.
Jalal gave Meena away a moment. Just enough for her catching her breath, too.

"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."

"What… what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath. "You okay, Meena?" he asked.

She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils.

"Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in his arms.

"You sure?" he insisted.

Again, she swallowed before answering, "Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was... that was relentless..."

I blinked at them on my screen, not sure what to make of it, should I go in and stop that?

He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face, "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah... Jalal..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt him from advancing on her, "Just...God... Just a second, okay?"
When she could, Meena mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at my camera, her rapid breath Hard, I saw.

"What is it? What should I do" I asked myself, but actually my question concerned her.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Of course, Meena. Whatever you say, babe," he said softly and asked, "Should we stop? Don't you want...?"

I glanced at Jalal and noticed he is watching her intently if he is worried.
He pulled away to stare down at her.
Meena just looked back up at him, biting her lip, if she is not sure what to answer.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jalal asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward door.,  "I didn't mean…"

"Jalal," Meena said, still staring at him, "Today's not a good day for me... If you know what I mean, I have some pain..." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at my camera, waiting for his reaction.

I suspected that it is a day or two before her period and that is why her genitals are so sensitive.

"You mean is there a risk of pregnancy?" Jalal asked.

"No, no, not for me, I am safe… " she smiled, "but you are very... you go very deep... I mean your…" Meena added shyly and continued, "that's good, it's very nice but these are days when I'm very sensitive..."

"Aha... Doki is... I mean you're used to something different..." Jalal smiled.

"Somehow different..." she looked at the camera again, shyly again...

"Ohh… too painful? I am so sorry…" he was obviously bothered.

"Ehmmm, I am sorry baby…" she said up at camera again with sad eyes, "Kinda…"she said looking down to her side.

"Mmph," I groaned at her words.

"Aw," Jalal said, lazily looking at her, "Sorry Meena, I don't want you to hate me."

Meena turned her head to look back at him.
Jalal just stared at Meena.
She faced forward again, looking up at camera.
I sensed if she wanted to speak with me, 'To be honest, Nadir...I want it so bad right now, but he is too long and big. But I know you want see me... don't you.'I was in a bit of haze from the last minute.
Seeing Meena fucked so silly just two minutes before, and finally, her still acknowledging the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something, to let him...
Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, I knew that she cannot see me, but I nodded, because she was right.
She smiled up at camera but not so obviously that he could notice, making sure she stared long enough for me to notice the twinkle in her eye.

"So, should I leave Meena? What do you mean?" Jalal asked her.

Meena bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at him.
"It means, baby..." she said, looking at him smiling, "I mean, we going to do this, I want it, I want you badly…" with her eyes lingering on him, Meena turned and walked a step toward him.

She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard,

"Have a seat." Jalal went to speak, but Meena cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed."

Jalal climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his back against the headboard...
He watched with his mouth hanging open as she crawled up on the bed, instinctively raising up his left arm as she curled up next to him.
Meena stuck her tongue over her upper lip, pausing to look up at him, then took the base of his cock in her left hand, wrapping her ringed fingers over all the loose skin that made up the top of his nuts sack and slowly tugged it up over the root of his cock shaft.
Jalal's eye drooped and he let out a long sigh as his arm fall over Meena's shoulders.

I felt faint. 'Uhhh, Meena,' I mumbled.
She looked at Jalal, biting her lip as she lazily stroked the wide base of Jalal's cock shaft, the middle column of which was flexed prominently under her grip.
She held it out in front of her, examining the large head so closely she looked cross eyed.
"Have you enjoyed fucking me previously with this thing Jalal?" Meena whispered, giving the head a kiss, making it twitch.
"Oooh," he moaned. 
He was flexing his cock in Meena's grip.
She just stared at it, shaking her head.
"God... I'm going to have this big cock," she whispered. "Your big hard cock."
She started stroking it again and glanced over at him.

'Wow,' I said under my breath. I had a hard on.

Meena looked back down at it and slowly leaned closer, rapidly flicking her tongue.
"Yes... please…" Jalal groaned out as his head fell back against the headboard. 
"Yeah?" Meena asked softly, "feels good?"
"Ohhhh..." he groaned as she took went on.
Jalal rest a hand on the top of Meena's head waiting for her to contine.
She held still on him and began jerking all the loose nut sack skin in her hand up and down the base of his cock, glancing around.
"Mmmm," she moaned over it as she continued jerking Jalal's shaft. 
Meena tilted her head back to look at him, then returned her attention to his cock. While holding it up with her right hand, she began running the nails of her left hand over his entire nut sack and up the underside of his cock and back down again.
Jalal moaned out loud.
Meena grinned and bit her lip, tilting her head back to look up at him.
Jalal’s eyes were shut and his mouth hung open.
Meena began jerking the base faster, still straining to look up at him.
Jalal’s mouth opened wider.
She looked again at the head of his long dick and and began jerking the skin around the base of it faster and faster, once more stopping and staring at Jalal's eyes. She probably thought the whole time that I was watching her and her activity, although she hadn't looked in the direction of the camera for the last few minutes, probably so as not to draw Jalal's attention to it.
She stared at him as she slowly stroked his now very hard dick, her shoulders rising and falling with her excited breath.
For a moment I noticed that she had turned her hand slightly and glanced down at her wedding rings.
I didn’t know if Jalal noticed that. It was a very stimulating and erotic glance.
But unfortunately only lasted a short time.
But then another sinfull movement from her occurred. Meena looked at him  and flicked her ring at him with a sexy squint of the eyes.
Then she stared again at her left hand as she slowly rolled it up and down Jalal's length.
Her rings glinting bright against the wet brown skin of his thick shaft.
He moaned again and Meena turned to look up at him. 

"You like fucking a married woman, Jalal?" she asked, jerking him.

"Hell yess, if her name Meena is…" he whispered back to her.
He was slowly pumping his hips up into her hand.

"Yes? Young married women? Do you like married Meena? Do you want to stuff this big cock, inside Meena’s little pussy and make her scream and beg for more?"
"Meena..."I said, my mouth hanging open as I leaned toward monitor.

I felt like my boner was going to explode at any moment.
She just stared back at him as she jerked Jalal's cock.

"Hell yes…" he groaned in response.
"Mak her cum? Oooh!" Meena said through pursed lips as she stared at his cock in her hand. 
"Shaking me up and down on this big, long cock! Ohhh!" she groaned, quickly engulfing the head with a whimper and then holding it to look at again.
"You want to fuck my little pussy Jalal, you wanted it since you saw me for first time, and now you are here with your big cock. Mmm'ahhh," Meena moaned as she stared at it. 
"I'm holding your big cock in my bedroom. Uhhh! Ohhhh my God..." Meena moaned as she looked at the big head.

I nodded as I stared at screen and rubbed my crotch.

"Oooh!" she moaned. "…baby..." She looked up at Jalal.

"Going take care of your cock Jalal," she whined sexily at him as she jerked his shaft. Then, looking back at it, "Take care of it with my little pussy..."

'God!' I gushed, feeling my eyes droop.
'Uhhh… God, Meena,' I groaned. 'I like seeing your pretty little face while you take care of it... Of his big, hard rofd…' I stammered in a lust filled daze.

She bit her lip at him with an, "You like watching me take care of this cock?"
"Yeah," he nodded through half closed eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked with honest sincerity in her eyes.
"I made it all hard and now I'm gonna take care of it... Like a good girl, Jalal…" and watched slightly trembling, shining head of his dick.
"Ummm!" Meena gasped instinctively using her upper lip to clear the saliva that had formed over her bottom lip and swallowing as she exhaled through her nostrils, looking at the cock in her hand. She tilt her head back to look at Jalal as she lazily stroked his shaft. 
"This okay?" she asked, gently cupping his egg-sized nuts and olling them in her tiny hand like a pair of Boading balls.
Jalal just look back at her with lustful hazy eyes.

'God damn that's sexy looking,' I said under my breath.
'Goddd!' I said under my breath, staring at Meena like a dreamer.
I was a witness the whole time that Meena now dominates the scene.
She was doing whatever she wanted with him and me.
Meena stopped and spit into her left hand, then began jerking his cock from top to bottom, getting another groan from Jalal as he lifted his head to look down at her.
His cock had become super rigid in Meena's slickened grip.
Even me could hear it.
She jerked him faster, looking at him as she did with an increasingly furrowed brow.

"What's a mature man doing with such a big cock?" she whispered hotly at the large head she was rolling in her palm.Jalal just stared down at Meena with his mouth hanging open as she stroked him.
"Fuck that hot ass pussy," he mumbled with half closed eyes.
"Oooh…yeah?" Meena whined, tilting her head to look back at him.
"Fucking my little hot pussy? Fucking me good? Mmmm!" she moaned turning back to look at it as she stroked it.

I coulnt stand it longer, her gaze, her wedding ring and her playing with that larg dick and above all her words, her unspoken request to be taken from his boner, were too much for me. I reached down and and freed my throbbing hard on and started jerking.
It didn't take long before I squirted in my fist, and had to reach for some paper towels over my desk.
Jalal just sat as he was, breathing heavy as he stared down at Meena.

"I just...want to get in your hot married pussy Meena, you know?" he said looking down at her. "Meena?" he asked.
Meena bit her lip and gave him an anxious gaze in return to what he had said.
"I wanna fuck your married, hot pussy," he said, pumping his hips up.
This got Meena's attention and she resumed slowly stroking him as she looked back at him.
"God Jalal," she whispered at him.
"I can stop... if it is painful… I promise," he said to her.
"Byby," Meena said softly, reaching to caress his cheek.
"I wanna get inside you Meena," he stammered, flexing his cock in her hand and causing her to look at it.
“Ohhh…" came her quivering sigh.
She looked back at his dick, bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continued stroking him. 
She very slowly began pushing and pulling her hips.
"Can you take me inside you again?" he asked softly.
"Ehmmm," Meena whimpered faintly.
Then after pausing a moment, she nodded to him.
"Yeah? Do you let me?" he asked.
Meena took a deep breath and nodded again, looking from him to the cock she was stroking and back to him again, an earnest look in her eyes.

'God that's sexy.' I whispered.

Jalal scoot back to sit against the headboard.
Meena stayed as she was for a moment, then sat on one hip, then scoot back where she was, curled up next to Jalal on his left.
She took his cock in her left hand and slowly stroked it as she stared at it, "Oh my God," she sighed at the long dick, then flicked her head, tossing her hair over to one side.
"Did you want doing that to me, Jalal?" she asked, not bothering to look up at him.
"Hell yeah," he exhaled as he looked down at her.
"Yes?" Meena moaned as she jerked his cock head faster with a loose grip.
She turned to look up at him. 
"You like fucking me good and hard and making me take all this big cock? mmph…God!" Meena whimpered.

After a few more minutes of stroking she began jerking the base wildly, gettin a steady low groan from Jalal.
"Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.
"I'm about to cum, Meena" he groaned.
Jalal moaned louder. 
"Mmmm… Come on," Meena moaned stroked hard, staring at Jalal's cock as she jerked it silly.
"Oh yee'... Ohh!!"
"Mmmm!!"
Jalal suddenly tensed up, flexing his calves, and then began to cum, "Ohhhh Goodddd!! Oh my Goddddd that is ssoooo goood!!" 
Meena frantically jerked the base of his cock as his shaft flexed and pulse with seminal delivery.

'Oh Goddd...' I stammered, beside myself with lust. 

Jalal just writhed against the headboard as she jerked him silly. Jalal's cock pulsed in her jerking grip and several ropes of cum shot over her eye and forehead and in her hair, getting another, "Oh!" from Meena and causing her to reflexively rear back, blinking.
She took a deep breath and took the head of his rod as she milked the cum from it. 
Jalal's convulsing hips was the only movement from him, holding each time to squeeze them up, only to quickly release and immediately squeeze up again. 
Again Meena breathed in deep and popped as she jerked Jalal's cock, drops of cum flinging from the end of it.
The mess on her face was dripping from her forehead and down her cheek and hanging from her chin as she stroked him.
Another thick rope of cum suddenly pulsed out and lapped across her open mouth, just coating her bottom lip and chin with a sheen of sperm.
"Oooh!" she whined sexily.

Meena just stared at her tiny cum covered fingers as she rolled them up over the head of Jalal's cock.
When she finally stopped she swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and looking around as strands of cum dripped from her face and hung from her chin. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up at Jalal.

"You cum a lot," she said, blinking at him as she slowly stroked the head of his cock, "Wow."
Meena's face was a mess. It was dripping with cum. 
“Damn," he said, staring down at her, then let his head fall back.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned. 
"Did I do a good job for you Jalal?" she asked softly, turning to look up at him smiling as she gently smacked the head of his penis against her cheek.
"Hell yeah," he sighed without opening his eyes. 
"Yes?" she asked, giving the head of his penis a breif stroke.
"Oh!" he moaned.
Meena exhaled a weary smile as she turned back to his thick still partly erected stem  in her hand.
"I enjoyed serving your big cock," Meena spoke softly.
Then she squeezed up the shaft and over the head and a thick glob of semen came out.
Meena bit her lip with a worried looking "Mmmm!", she said and then looked deeply at his softening organ.

Meena reached for the night stand next to her and took some paper towels and cleanedmher hands, but not her face.
Then she just rolled over onto her back with her arms flung out and sighed.
It was so hot to see her relax with semen streaked across her face. She had a glass of water on the night stand and Jalal leaned over her to reach it.
He took it and gave Meena.
"Thank you," she said, propping herself up to take a drink, finishing the glass in three gulps.
"Can I use your bathroom? " Jalal asked and got up. 
"Yes, sure," and showed him the door.

I thought yes, Meena didn't want to have real sex with him anymore, at least not today, because of discomfort and pain she felt before…
Jalal came back after one minute. I could see his dangling, long cock was still half erect. 
Meena noticed this too and smiled.
Then he lay back down on the bed.
Meena turned to look at him and then grabbed his penis and gently caressed it. 
The big stem flinched briefly and became noticeably harder.
"Obviously he wants some more attention,"Meena said and giggled.
Then she got up.
We, Jalal, there near her, and me, in front of my screen, watched Meena as she sauntered over to her closet, her spandex clad ass swaying from side to side.
She grabbed something from her closet, then walked toward bathroom saying, ”Just a Moment.”

It didn't even take two minutes for her to return.
She was wearing the gift he had given her, her sexy lingerie. 
And how sexy and seductive she looked in it! She was simply hot. 
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed anything except for using a dark red lipstick. "You look great, baby... I knew...," Jalal mumbled as he stared at it.

I could see that his big rod was slowly waking and rising up again.
 
Meena, for sure too.
"Yeah?" Meena asked, still looking at him seductively, "I like it, thank you.  You wanted to see me in it, now I am here…" and spun around for him and showed him back her shapely formed backside.

Suddenly an idea came into my head. 
I took my phone and called Meena on her cell phone. I watched as she immediately noticed my name on screen and answered it.

“Meena, tell him that I got a call and am leaving and you could enjoy your time without interruption," I said.
“Really? Okay…." Meena whispered a little hoarsely, and quickly stopped the conversation on her phone.

I wanted to tell her that I'm staying there and continue watching them, and she should just say that to him. But our contact was dead. I thought that she obviously thinks I must leave for hospital because an emergency, that meant
she is thinking that they were really alone.
I have to admit something here; When I showed Meena my enhanced cameras, I intentionally didn't say that I always save the recordings and check or look at them later. 
At that moment, I was embarrassed enough to even show them and admit that I was spying on her. And she didn’t about recording.  My impression was that she thinks that the cameras only transmit the images at the moment and can only being observed live and that there is no recording function.
So, she couldn’t have known that I could also look at her activities later.
After that Meena turned to face Jalal and went to his bedside, which was actually mine!
She told him that I had to leave, and I am not at home more.

Then she spoke, “we are alone  baby... completely alone at home, now," the, she lowers herself down to him.
"It's great, I'm glad we're not disturbed..." he said and stretched his hand toward Meena and pulled her to him in for a deep kiss.
While kissing, Meena took his hand and guided it up to her mound. 
I was sure so he could feel how wet she was.
Meena let out a moan.
Her pussy was obviously soaked and was crying out for attention.
I guessed that Jalal realized that and immediately wanted to himself, drop to get a taste, but he waited.
He wanted to prolong the Moment and enjoy it, for sure, I thought.
His arm wrapped around her, he placed his left hand on the side of her rib cage, inches from her right breast.
Meena leaned more forward and rest her hand on his lower thigh. 
Without saying a word, it takes no time for both of them to start running their hands slightly. 
Her nails lightly scratching the skin just below his dick when she moved her  fingers a bit higher but this time under his prick causing him to start breathing a bit heavier.
He was sitting upright now, and his hands were running up and down from the  back of her shoulder blade around to her rib cage, grazing the side of her breast here and there. 
Meena sat down on the bed opposite him and looked at him, while he was playing around her breast with his fingers. 

"Are you enjoying this? kiss me, kiss me Jalal like you have always wanted to...“ whispered Meena with a seductive look on her face and with a sensual voice and so much feeling and desire that I knew right away, she is the opinion and believes that I left the house.
They were sitting there, practically only a few centimetres apart.
I knew that if something bothers me then it's my own fault. I could and can stop it at any time I thought but did I want to? No, definitely not, not at this Moment.
Jalal moved in slowly and briefly hesitant, looking into her eyes as she poked her tongue out to lick her lips when he moved in.
Their lips met for the first time without my disturbing presence, at least Meena  thought about that at the moment, for sure.
It was the beginning, just a regular kiss but the softness of her delicious wet lips pulled him back in, this time locking in place.
Meena placed her hand around the back of his head. She was enjoying it obviously based on how tight she was pulling in as they opened their mouths allowing their tongues to meet. 
They were kissing like they have both needed this. They were kissing each other so perfectly in sequence like they have done this a million times.
Meena moved her hand to grab his fully erect penis. 
They stopped kissing for a Moment.
“You like that, baby?"she asked, knowing the answer and began to stroke his big dick.
"Oh… god, Meena… that feels amazing..."almost panting as he responded.
Meena pulled his foreskin back then pressed her thumb pressing down and began to circle around the tip of his cock, gliding easily from the pre cum. 
Jalal kissed her once more before he started to kiss her neck and collarbone. 
That made her nipples harden which were now out of her revealing negligee. 
Meena went closer to him and used her free hand to pull one of her tits completely out of her nightie.
I could see my wife’s puffy nipple as Jalal moved his hand towards Meena’s exposed, hot and soft tit and give it a squeeze. 
Meena’s body jolt as he played with her nipple, her mouth wide open trying to stay quiet and her eyes were closed. 
As if he can't wait any longer to suck on it, with a quick bite of her nipple and swirl of the tongue around it, he then took as much of it in his mouth and start sucking on it.
I could sense the pure ecstasy of them both.
As Jalal took in and caressed my beautiful wife’s breast, he slowly began to run hand down  the right slide of her body, briefly stopping at her hip when he started to feel her skin. 
Then his attention shifted from his mouth sucking on her tit to the placement of his hand when he began to tickle the inside of her thigh, tracing his fingers in and around as he stopped to tease her some more when his fingers made contact with her genitals.
She moved one knee sideways to give him better access, a subtle hint for him to move his fingers in more. They slid around from the smoothness of her skin.
Her body quivered letting out a sigh before she leaned in using both of her hands and grabbed both sides of his face to pull herself in closer for another passionate kiss. Hot and sensual, Meena and Jalal were back to making out, this time with more desire. 
The sounds they both made clearly dictated they both want more. 
I could sense a wave of jealousy flowing through my whole body. 
What did I do? I thought and told myself… On the other hand, my hard-on was denying my thoughts and was about to explode. 
I wanted it to continue. I wanted to see her surrendering herself to him and  wanting to see him conquer her and possess her femininity, just for that moment... until we are all satisfied.
She paused then firmly pushed on his chest, almost holding him to bed as she moved in.
Their bodies press against each other, her tits squeezing against his and her hard nipples poking into him. 
She lifted her leg up to place it on his when her mouth parted from him and her lips begin to move lower.
I could sense that this gave Jala goosebumps of pleasure as Meena’s wet lips and soft tongue explore neck and chest of him. 
With her leg bent, he moved his hand in closer, to slide a finger in her juicy pussy.

The Moment he started this, she spoke up, "Ohhhh, Jalal, baby, just don't stop, I love… I love…" letting out a sigh as Jalal’s one finger, then two sink right into her gushing cunt.
"I love you too my Meena, I love you too…” he spoke hoarsely.

Did I hear right; Did she say I love you? Did my wife tell this old man that she loves him?

“Yes… Yes… Ohhh… Jalal, baby…please make me…. I love your… I love your fingers in me…" Meena moaned and again continued to kiss him...

I was now a little relieved, she said she loves what he was doing, but maybe he intentionally interpreted it differently...
Meena was still kissing him as her hand reached down to his hard cock and rubbed his shaft softly. 
I could see that his dick was soaked from the oozing pre cum.
Their breathing intensified obviously as Meena slid her left leg over Jalal’s right side to prop herself on top of him and began to dry hump him. 
I guess Jalal could feel the wetness and form of her pussy gliding up and down his cock that so desperately needed to go into depth of her vagina, again.
I must admit that I was very impressed by his stamina and condition. 
I would have cum at least twice by then, if I had had any time at all.
She reached back and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand as she straddled back and forth. 
I imagined he will cum before they even fully get going, she was a tease yet incredibly sexy.
Jalal grabbed her by the hips as she straightened herself up and gave him the look of love, submission and anticipation, before slowly pulling off her nightie completely. Jalal’s eyes were locked in on the increasing visible bare skin the higher she lifted it.
The bottom of her boobs caused it to get stuck for a moment and he took this as his queue to help. 
He slid his hands up her exposed stomach until he reached the bottom of her boobs and push the nightie over them, allowing her to pull the entire thing off.
The look in his eyes says it all, Jalal was completely in awe.

“Jalal, baby, no one has ever looked at me like you," Meena moaned, “at least not for a long Time,” she added with joy, as if the pleasure he was getting from my wife was her biggest compliment.

Meena was now completely nude. 
Jalal reached up to feel both of her breasts, he gripped them and moved them in counter and counter clockwise motion, using his thumbs to graze her nipples in the process. 
Meena’s body trembled with pleasure and she grinded a bit faster, then she reached down to stroke his cock once again. 
I guessed his cock was soaked from both their pre cum, for sure.
Then she lovingly jerked his big stem off while she began to lower her upper body to him and slowly kisses all parts of his upper half in the process.

"Meena, get comfy and lie on your back." Jalal whispered.

In thought he wants to prevent his cumming, too soon.
Unsure exactly why, Meena just didn’t as she was told and began to spread her legs.
Jalal stopped for a moment to admire the sight of her dripping wet pussy right in front of him in her marital bed. 
Nothing has ever looked so delicious, hot and kinky to me.
Jalal was about to move in when he looked back up at her.

"I'm going to taste you now, Meena, I want to taste your juices, your sweet juices…" then he added hoarsely, ”Just lay back let me pleasure you, be sure to tell me if you want me or don't want me to stop anything at any point, okay?"

And without giving her time to answer, he griped her hips in the perfect position when he took his first lick from the mound of my wife.
I looked at them as his tongue bristles right through her damp, right into my wife’s soaked cunt. 
Jalal dug his long and fat tongue in deep to saviour the first taste as he suctioned his lips tight to the lips of her vagina. 
He absorbed everything in, sucking in the juices of my wife’s pussy and I knew  she tastes incredible.
Jalal swirled his tongue inside my wife’s vagina with no intent of stopping as he slid one of his hands at a slow pace from her hip towards her pussy. 
His fingers trailed around the edge of her mound as his tongue lashed inside before digging his long middle finger inside of her.
Entirely focused on the inside of Meena’s legs until they quivered, and he briefly looked up at her but they didn’t make eye contact. 
Her eyes were closed and mouth wide open as she attempted to stay quiet.
Meena began to grind her hips adding more rhythm when Jalal started to rub her clit with his big thumb, then she let out a moan.  Juices continue to flow when she grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her chest.
He squeezed her left breast, her nipples felt obviously like rocks as he continued to eat out her pussy.

"Stop. Hold on, one sec, baby… Jalal, please!" she burst out as she pulled herself back.
He asked if everything is okay.
"Yes…oh god, yes!" she promptly responded with a smile before pulling her clothing completely off.

Jalal’s focus switched from her pussy as his face drew towards her breasts momentarily.
Meena suggested they switch sides and began to adjust her body on top of Jalal as he slid onto his back. She straddles his stomach, then she slid her hips higher until she reached his face and planted legs on each side then she glid the lips of her vagina onto her lips. This was not my Meena! She was always too shy to primarily suggest or do such a sex act!
Meena set herself down, leaving his mouth with nowhere to go but her vagina. 
Jalal placed his hands on the cheeks of Meena’s ass and pulled her in even tighter as she supported herself by leaning against the headboard of the bed.
I could see that Meena’s tits rubbing the top of his head and he began to rub down the middle of her ass when she hunched back and reached towards his cock. She continues to rock herself back and forth with his mouth buried inside
of her as she strokes her shaft.
Meena let out a scream before pulling herself back again. She quickly slid herself down his body and began to grind his raging boner as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss.
I could sense and guess at this moment his cock and Meena’s pussy lips met together. I have to admit that after first ejaculation I was hard again! And this was after not more than some minutes from my first cumming, very strange
and rare.
Her grinding came close to a complete stop as he attempted to thrust his cock in deeper. I seemed to me, that finally his urge to be inside of her again intensified knowing it won't be long until they find the right spot.
Meena leaned in towards him and buried his face with her tits and Jalal began  immediately to suck on them."Oh my God," she moaned out as her breathing picked up.
Her nipples hardened as he switched back and forth between sucking and nibbling on them. 
Meena’s grinding briefly stopped. She straightened her back, her breasts depart from his mouth before she planted her hands down on his chest when his cock slid deeper inside her pussy. 
I guess Jalal was unable to control his immediate reaction, he thrust his hips upwards into her body...
Meena put all of her body weight down onto him, until the most part of his long cock entered her before she fully engulfed it.
She began to grind back and forth slowly and then she grabbed both of his hands and pulled them towards her hips as pace of her grinding increased.
Jalal turned his attention upwards again to see the look of enjoyment on her face with her tits flopping around.
He tightened his grip on her hips as they continued to go harder, There was pure pleasure for the two of them.
It seemed if the only thing that mattered for this old man and my young wife, was the fact they were having sex after so many days of restraint.
I was fully erect and I thought if I touch my dick, I’ll explode. I know he won't last much longer but before he could ask her if he should pull out, she piped up.

"Oh God…it is amazing, your dick feels amazing, Jalal..." with an increased voice.
"Baby, I'm going to cum soon..." he told her before he cut off by both her words and her convulsing pussy suffocating his cock.
"Don't stop, Jalal! Don't stop, I'm going to cum any moment too. Cum inside me, just cum inside me!" she cried in that tone that a captain makes and a sailor instantly obeys.
"OK, here it comes. baby, I'm gonna cum any second now!" he told her.
"Me too, baby! Meeeee tooo, ohhhhh!" Meena yelled.

Their bodies freeze for a moment, and I thought that his jizz dripping out and fill inside of my wife.
At that moment I without thinking grabbed my penis and started jerking it wildly.
It took not more than some seconds until I squirt explosively for the second time in the last twenty minutes...
There was a brief moment of silence.
They both lay there without saying anything. Then Jalal began to gently stroke Meena's upper arm, first her close upper arm and then her left breast and nipple.
Meena giggled briefly and withdrew; I thought it tickled. But then she turned to the side, to him, then she looked down watching his cock, his still long but slightly sleepy rod. Then she reached sown and began to stroke it tenderly.
Jalal also slowly turned to her.

"No discomfort?" he asked while starting to caress her breast again.
"No discomfort... it's nice and long, it can penetrate very deep, but you have to be careful!" she smiled.
"Sorry, I will keep it in check," Jalal replied, "he'll have to hold back."
"No, no... I don't want that. I always want him like that. So powerful and strong."
Then she bent down and briefly kissed the wet head of his prick.
"He's great and I love him very much." Meena whispered.
Then she sat up and started kissing Jalal.
After a minute or so, Jalal pulled back, "how much time do we have left?" he asked.
“You mean you could…?" Meena asked in surprise so that she doesn't believe it.
"Baby, we don't have much time, in some weeks I am leaving and we don't know when and how often, Doki allows us such incredible moments, we have to take advantage of it..." Jalal spoke, "besides, I'm old but not that old."
"You're incredibly fit and potent for your age, Jalal. Many young men don't have that kind of strength and stamina," Meena said admiringly as she reached for his cock again.
"Isn't Doki good enough? I mean sexually are you with him..." Jalal tried to ask.
"Yes, yes, we have a normal sexual relationship, and I am very happy… He is not that big down there, but normal... Maybe not so often in a row either…" Then she continued a little shyly, "You know, after a few years of marriage it is normal that the sex is not as passionate as it was at the beginning… I will try to arrange for us to meet as often as possible, pity you have to leave."
Meena changed the subject from our sex life and my quality, as she stroked his now slightly erect cock and looked down at it, "He's awake again... wow..."

At that moment I was jealous again and slightly hurt, my ego was somehow irritated and I thought I finally had to intervene.
I quickly called Meena on her cell phone, "Is he still there? I'll be home soon, darling," I told her.
“Yes, Jalal is still here but he is leaving." She looked at his direction and nodded.

Jalal nodded too and got up got his shorts and moved for bathroom.
Meena interrupted the call and got up too while asking Jalal if he needed anything.
The door to bathroom was half open and he answered, “No, nothing baby, everything ok, thank you…”
When he came back after a minute, Meena already had her panties in her hand and was moving towards the bathroom.
"I wait wait downstairs," Jalal said. 
"Sure," she spoke.

In two minutes, he was standing downstairs in front of the door when Meena descended stairs. She was wearing jeans and a light summer top.
Meena walked over to him. 
"When are you coming back," she asked, reaching around his neck with her free arm.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied, taking Meena in both his arms.
When their hug seemed about to end, it didn't.
They were still for a moment; the only sound was their combined breathing.
I swore I heard Meena whimper. Almost simultaneously their arms tightened around each other.
Jalal ran his hand down over her shapely ass and pulled her to him.
This time her moan was unmistakable. Their hugging bodies slowly began grinding against one another.
"Jalal," Meena moaned softly, as she felt something.
"I still go..." he said, staring at her.
I felt my cock stiffen.
"Yes? He still needs me?" she asked and giggled, looking down at his pants.
She could see that he had an erection again.
"Ehmmm," he stammered as he stared down at her. 
"Unfortunately, we don't have time, but soon, I promise. When you are back please call me. I hope we see each other in the ranch at the latest, I am excitedmand waiting impatiently," She kissed him on the lips. and they both left together.
She led him to the front door.
They were standing in front of the door, and I hurried downstairs.

I tried to get out of the door so that I wouldn't be seen by the two of them who were now standing outside in the street by his car. I wanted to get into the garage and sit in the car.
After a short while Meena came back and went inside again, probably upstairs to tidy up the  bedroom...
I hurried into the house and then upstairs.
The door to bedroom was open and she was in bathroom. I heard her showering.
I turned and went downstairs and waited there.
After some minute she came down the stairs.
She saw me sitting on the couch, “Hi baby, you are already here… I didn’t hear you coming.”
I stand up and hugged her.
I touched her neck and then her lips with my fingers. the lipstick looked fresh, but not applied with her usual care, I noticed that her lips looked a bit swollen.

"Hi baby, Looks like you had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Somehow it was okay," she said if a little bit bored.
"Only okay? Not more?" I asked.
"I mean not bad, you know he is an old fellow," Meena said while walking towards TV.
"Meena, what are you saying? You spoke always he is so fit, and he looks…” I insisted.
"Yes, sure for his age but old is old…" she took the remote control and turned on the television.
"Old enough to be your father, I know this…" I said, lightly annoyed. 

I went cold. A fury spread unexpectedly through my body.
All traces of the sexual satisfaction I had previously, were gone.
Is she hiding again? Is she playing a role again?
I think at that moment my eyes bored into Meena.

"Is everything okay, baby?" she asked as she turned her haze toward me and sat on the couch.
"Ja, for sure, okay tell me how was it, what have you done…" I asked.
"Okay, let me… But you saw it…" answered Meena.
"I was gone long enough Menna, what happened then," I insisted.
She smiled and looked at me, then said, "I think if we keep talking about it, you have a boner and I'm really tired, it was nothing special, let's talk about it tomorrow," she said, looking at the TV picture.
"just a question..." I spoke.
"Please baby, we speak later about, besides, it was not so long, some minutes and after you called he left," she said, not looking at me.
"At least twenty minutes, evel half an hour was I away, was not enought for more action?" I insisted.
"Really twenty minutes? Okay we chatted most of the time, you know for a man in his age it takes time," Meena stated.
“But as I left, he had a new hard on," I argued.
"Uhhh, yes… but not enough for a real sex…" Meena mumbled then eased into silence.

I noticed as always in such an occasions, she didn't want to look at me.
I tried this time to stay calm.
This time I knew that I was more to blame, I led him to her, what did I expect?
It is true that I expected her to share everything with me and not hide anything.
But on the other hand, she always stressed that I could experience setbacks in my game.
I couldn’t expect everything to go the way I want, as she has previously repeatedly stated and warned me.
But I was still angry.
I tried to find out and give some reason why she was hiding something.
I came to the conclusion that she didn't want to hurt my pride and admit that he has a bigger and harder penis and more stamina and she had more fun with him, with this old man, and that she felt more feminine and a woman with him than with me, at least in my last time, months or even years.
Through these thoughts, a wave of temptation and anger ran over me again.

“Did he fuck you? Did he have an orgasm again? How? did you have an orgasm? Meena why don't you tell me what you had with that shitty man?" I was now obviously very angry.

“Why are you so aggressive, what is about you Nadir? what do you want to know, it was nothing special, you saw the most important part and are you not satisfied? Did not you cum? Was not that enough? What do you want to know? First you bring him to me in my privacy, our bedroom, when I'm standing there naked, then you leave me alone with him, and then you leave even the house for him to do what he likes, now you want to hear I tell how big his thing is and how horny he can handle it and how he can satisfy a woman, me, to know if he brought me to a specially high orgasm, you want me to admit that he fucked me silly and I enjoyed being fucked by him, then will you be satisfied for today?!
No, I don't want to talk about it, Nadir, I'm tired. Maybe later. If you really want me to mirror every second then, please, have patience, I'm very tired....”

Then she got up, walked to stairs and got upstairs.
I was a bit surprised, that wasn't the Meena whom I knew, always so tender and rather mild in her statements and responses.
What had happened?
Is that the Jalal effect?
No, I knew right away what the problem was. I made a huge mistake how could I have taken him into our private area, into our marital area, and marital bed, even worse: without asking her. I have insulted her, her pride, I have misused her love for me, our relationship and marriage, I misused her like a doll for a role in my play, even worse, like an instrument. I was so blind, it is clear that something like that would have consequences, especially for a woman like Meena, so proud and respectable.
How stupid was I?
Okay, she got some nice sexual satisfaction, but why not?
She went along with it and accepted it, but since I left the house, in her opinion, it was too much for her...

* * *

Meena didn't come downstairs and spent the whole time in the bedroom.
I think she was tidying up her wardrobe. I prepared a little something cold to eat and watched snooker matches in television for the next two hours.
Sitting there, I was thinking I made an unconsidered and wrong move today and lost the black ball with my most points in love snooker...
After that I went into my study and after an hour when I wanted to go to sleep, I noticed that she had already lain down…

◊ ◊ ◊

Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

The next day was Wednesday. They both had to go to work and there wasn't much conversation at breakfast.
During Meena's lunch break Jalal called.

Jalal: "Hi baby, are you OK? No pain?" he laughed.
Meena: "You stupid man, the other way around, a nice feeling down there," she replied.
Jalal: "I'm glad, then he did well, I mean little Jalal."
Meena: "Yes, of course, but he's not that small, I can't complain," Meena laughed again.
Jalal: "He's still half-awake since then and is waiting impatiently to see you again."
Meena: "Are you coming back tomorrow?"
Jalal: "Yes, should I pick you up from work?"
Meena: "What are you planning again?"
Jalal: "First dancing and then come to my place..."
Meena: “You haven't forgotten that I'm a married woman, I hope,"
Jalal: "Do you think Doki has something against it? I don't think so,"
Meena: "Then call him, it's better if you ask him yourself,"
Jalal: "Maybe I'll do that too..."
Meena: "But it's good that you're doing it over the phone, because you never know how he will react, he's moody at the moment,"
Jalal: "Did something happen after I left? Should I be worried?"
Meena: "No... No... You know, I told him nothing about yesterday, and he was a little irritated, that was it."
Jalal: "Did he ask about it?"
Meena: "Yes, but it's my business whether I tell him or not, after all he started it with his stupid initiative..."
Jalal: "But seriously, what do you say to my suggestion?"
Meena: "I say no, Jalal, I'm sorry, but you must not forget that despite everything, I love him more than anything and I won't hurt him seriously,"
Jalal: "But you did yesterday..."
Meena: "Don't make the mistake of thinking that I want to do something behind his back, I am not doing that, Jalal,"
Jalal: "Then why did you sleep with me yesterday when he was gone..."
Meena: "Yes, because I wanted to and I was horny for you, but sorry, more importantly, that was also an emotional revenge,“
Jalal: “Revenge?!”
Meena: “Yes, he should be taught a lesson, but now unfortunately work is waiting and I have to stop,"
Jalal: "When will we see each other?"
Meena: "Call me Jalal, this evening,"
Jalal: "Yes, I will and don't forget that I'm leaving soon,"
Meena: "No, I won't forget that, bye, see you in the evening,"
Jalal: "Yes, of course, where?"
Meena: "Oh, I mean hear you…, but seeing next, for sure,"

* * *

In the evening Nadir came home a little later. Meena was preparing dinner.
He went straight to her and hugged her from behind in the kitchen while she was cooking and kissed her on the side of the cheek.

Meena just said, "Hello, be careful, I'm at work."

"How was it?" he asked.

"How was what?" Menena wasn't sure what he meant.

"Today I mean, work, lots to do?" Nadir spoke.

"Yes, of course, as always." she answered.

"Can we talk after dinner?" Nadir asked.

"Yes, of course, I also need to know where you stand and what's going to happen to us in the next few days," Meena replied.

She sounded a little serious.
Nadir noticed that she was still irritated, and he should be careful how far he goes.
After dinner, as they were sitting in the kitchen before getting up and cleaning up the dishes,

Nadir suddenly said: "I am sorry for yesterday, it was my fault. I should have talked to you first. But Jalal didn't give me any time. He was suddenly there, and I had to decide."
“Nadir, please, go and sit in the living room, I'll be right there, and we'll talk further." Meena got up.

After some minutes, he was looking at some magazines as Meena entered and sat down face to face.

Meena started, "First of all, I accept your apology, as always, what else can I do, you are reckless and you know it very well … but I still love you and listen Nadir, I won't trade you for anyone or anything … you are the content of my life, maybe a stupid content, but still the content of my life.
Secondly, I don't want to talk about yesterday anymore. You left me alone even though you knew exactly what would happen then..." She paused briefly.

"I just wanted to know if…" Nadir took advantage of her short pause.

Meena interrupted him, "Yes, we had sex, what else did you expect, are we going to sit and play chess when you leave and and even more, make it known?"
"And you especifically told me to tell him that you were leaving the house, you also disarmed me and offered him your wife in golden plates and said, 'Yes, Jalal, come take her and do what you want with her…' I am still very angry Nadir. Nevertheless, I accept your apology…
But you have to understand that you have done something incredibly stupid and stop with your endless self-love and your search for your personal inclinations and harm and hurt others, in this case directly your own wife who you claim to love more than anything..."

She paused for a moment and took a breath.
Nadir said nothing but just looked at the floor and then into her eyes. 

Meena continued, "Okay. You say nothing. You have no excuse for why you did it and I am right… if you expect me to start telling you today and now how and what and how often something happened, you are wrong.. I am not going to sit here and describe to you everything how and when and why. I had sex with him. That was it, I slept with him like you wanted and planned and that's it..."

"Is there anything else?" she asked.

Nadir just shook his head as a sign of no. He wanted to say something but before that, his cell phone rang.

He got it, looked at the screen and said, "Aha…" then answered.

Nadir: " Hi Mitra, how are you?"
‘---‘
Nadir: "Thank you, Meena is also okay, and you?"
‘---‘‘
Nadir: "Yes, sure, I hope we'll see each other very soon."
‘---‘
Nadir: "Can I call you tomorrow? We'll plan something, is during the week good?"
‘---‘
Nadir: "Yes, some day in the evening, until tomorrow then, have a nice evening."
‘---‘
Nadir: "She sends her regards too, bye Mitra, and thank you for thinking of me."

And then he hung up. 
He smiled and was clearly happy.

He said, "It was Mitra, I'm glad. Can we meet her on Monday or Tuesday evening?"

Meena said, "Surely we have still no plan to go out next week,"

"Can you please make a reservation at the Italian restaurant main street? Then I can call her tomorrow and inform her," Nadir said.

“I could tell Jalal too, he knows a very good Italian restaurant where we went together, of course, if that doesn't bother you..." Meena said and smiled.

Nadir looked uncertain at first but then said, "no, I don't mind, if you want, sure we can and added, "as long as he holds the red line..." 

"What a line Nadir, you gave him the ticket to fuck your wife and now you're talking about a red line? Do you feel good? I don't understand you Nadir, I am sorry..." Meena's face was now rather blushed and she was a little agitated again and sounded angry.

“I mean…" Nadir tried to correct his statement and begin a rescue attempt.

"I don't care Nadir what you in this regard mean Nadir. You don’t understand or care how fragile other people's emotions  are and how sensitive this topic is and you don’t change your manner,  no matter what happens and what we talk. You are not in your operating room where you are God, and everyone dances to your music and you decide about life and death. Open your eyes Nadir, stay on the ground and in real life and agree with the others, at least every now and then. I really have had enough regarding this topic..."

“I won't take him with me to that dinner with Mitra, but my activities from now on, and what I do or don't with him is my business and I decide that. Done," then she got up and continued, "now tell me what your decision is for the weekend, I mean ranch visit. He will asked about because he has to make preparations, yes or no?" She asked.

"We can go on Saturday morning, but I want to go back in the evening. I don't want to spend the night there. You can stay with him if you want, it doesn't bother me…" Nadir said as he leafed through the magazines on the table, irritated and with slightly shaking voice.

"Okay, thanks for your offer. I will decide what I'm going to do, do you have to work then on the weekend?" Meena asked.

"No, I have the whole weekend including the holiday, Monday, off. But I don't want to stay at his ranch or spend the nights there," Nadir stated.

"Thank you. I'll tell him, like I said maybe I'll stay there for the rest of the weekend. It will surely be nice and exciting," she said and moved towards stairs.

“Yes for sure exciting…" Nadir murmured.

Meena heard his comment but said nothing and climbed the stairs…

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Nadir’s Naration:

Thursday was not a day of major changes either.
We were still a little reserved and irritated by the discussion the day before.
I knew and sensed that Meena was very upset about my comments and decision regarding the weekend.

During dinner I suggested to meet Mitra on next day, Friday as we both had time.
Meena accepted.
After dinner, I called Mitra. I suggested to meet on Friday evening, if she has time, and she said yes.
Meena looked for a suitable restaurant, found it and made a reservation.
I had to prepare some things for my teaching in the university next day, then I went into my study while she was watching TV…

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Meena called Jalal after Nadir left for his study.

Meena: "We will come on Saturday morning, but unfortunately we have to return in the evening, Nadir has no time."
Jalal: "Too bad. Can't you stay longer, Meena? You know you would make me very happy."
Meena: "Yes, but I think you already know that I won't stay without him, but thank you." 
Jalal: "and next week?"
Meena: "I can't say anything yet, maybe on Wednesday. Nadir is busy at work then but I have the afternoon free."
Jalal: "Yes, great, we can go  dancing first..."
Meena: "No... No dancing, listen Jalal, I just want to go for a coffee and chat, no other plans please."
Jalal: "Okay, okay, but before I travel and leave the country forever, I want to go dancing with you one more time..."
Meena: "I don't mind but only I go if Nadir is also there."
Jalal: "Okay, whatever you want, if it has to be, I'll accept that too,"
Meena: "Okay, then until Saturday for now, please send me the exact address of the ranch."

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Nadir’s Narration:

The atmosphere between us was still cloudy until we met Mitra on Friday.
She seemed even prettier to me. Compared to Meena, she was not taller but slimmer and more playfully...
Meena was and is always rather shy and reserved, when she met somebody for first time, no matter if male or female.
But after an hour they became very close to each other. They talked about everything and Meena was much happier. I was happy that I had suggested that day for meeting.
Mitra talked about my suffering days at the coast and our drunken state afterwards in the evening.

As a final sentence about it, she said, "Thank God that I am not interested in men at the moment, otherwise, I would be a rival for you, Meena. I like your husband very much but only as a friend. And now that I have met you, I know why he loves you so much. You two are an ideal couple."

I guessed she noticed that there was a cold atmosphere between me and Meena at the moment. When they exchanged phone numbers as we said goodbye, I was sure that soon they would talk about our relationship and Mitra, being the person she is, would definitely try to get us back together, no matter what the cause of the problem is.

* * *

As we were on our way home, I had the impression that our meeting with Mitra had done us both a lot of good.
In the car, we both apologized each other for behaving a bit selfishly.
I asked her opinion about Mitra and Meena spoke very enthusiastically and positively about her. 
She even suggested that we take Mitra to the ranch tomorrow.

I replied, "Yes, I agree, then if you stay there overnight, I could drive back with her," and looked at her and smiled.

Meena gave me a light slap on the upper arm and said, "Did you really think I would stay there without you?"

"Yes, you said you would decide about it later, and you will not take into account what I mean, am I right?" I asked, smiling.

"Don't talk nonsense, you know me, Nadir," she replied and added, "Besides, I'm not letting you drive home alone with such a pretty woman like Mitra, wrong plan! Sorry," and giggled.

Then Meena called Jalal in the car and said that we would probably take a guest with us and asked if he was okay with that. Without hesitation he said yes and then she contacted Mitra by phone, she apparently hadn't planned for the next day and said that she would be happy to come along.
When we got home, it was very late and since we had to get up early the next morning, we went straight to bed.

* * *

It wasn't even 8 o'clock in the morning when Mitra showed up at our door. 
I brought her in and then quickly went to our nearby bakery and got some fresh bread for breakfast.
By the time I got back, Meena had prepared the breakfast table outside in the garden by the swimming pond.
An hour later we were on our way. And it was about ten o'clock before noon when we arrived at Jalal's Rach…

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Meena’s Narration:

There was a lot more going on than they expected.
In front of the large, rather colonial-style ranch house, a few people were standing around a large and long table with champagne glasses in their hands.
Jalal welcomed them and kissed Meena on the cheek and shook hands with Mitra and Nadir.

“Hi Doki, everything is OK," he said and laughed.

"A very nice house, you have," Nadir spoke.

Jalal replied, "Wait until you see Tahir's mine looks like a bungalow opposite his," and laughed.

Then he introduced the others. 
There was a young and shy guy, his son Cyrus, He was as tall as his father, only slimmer and more delicate, with slightly long hair, and he only had a glass of orange juice in his hand. Jalal’s friend, Tahir, whom Meena met in Jalal’s house already, and Tahir’s girlfriend, Sara. 
Tahir was a somewhat corpulent, funny guy with a beard and brown-reddish hair. He was maybe a little taller than Nadir, but definitely heavier. Tahir seemed to be in mid-fiftees.
Sara, his girlfriend, was an elegant woman in mid-forties, with too much make-up and with very revealing cleavage.
In addition to the three ranch wait staff, there was one more person. A man in his mid to late fifties with greying hair, a sportive-elegant, good-looking man who seemed very polite and kissed the ladies' hands when introducing themselves.
Jalal introduced him as his and Tahir's childhood friend, Farzan, and now long-time lawyer of both.
Sara and Farzan both lived in the city. He owned a well-known law firm, and she worked in a ministry as an office manager. Apparently, Tahir did not want to share his life with a woman and never had a steady partner. According to Sara, the two had been together for 3 years. 

As they shook hands, Tahir said to Nadir with a laugh, "Young happy man, Doki, I would also have enjoyed having been accompanied by two beautiful angels, this poor Jalal doesn't even have one!"

Tahir had two very beautiful and well-behaved dogs with him, who did not move apart from his side. They were both large male dogs, grey-haired, about 60-70 cm tall. 
Meena and Mitra were fascinated from them. Mitra asked about their breed.

Jalal said, “These two guys are his nearest family.”

Tahir smiled and added, "They are Weimaraner breed. This is Thunder, he is slightly larger, very strong and fast, Thunder say hi to ladies.”

Thunder took a step towards them and sat down again.

Tahir said to Meena and Mitra, “don't be afraid, just show him your hands.”

Thunder came forward and lifted his right front paw and shook hands first with Meena and then with Mitra! Then he went back.

Tahir said, “and this guy is Sherlock. Sherlock is very curious and very intelligent. Sherlock say hi to beautiful ladies,” Sherlock did the same.

Meena asked, “They are Hunting dogs, right?”

"Yes, they are from hunting breed," Tahir replies.

"But Tahir is not a hunter, he hates hunting, he never went hunting with us, with me and Farzan, not even when he was young, and we went hunting with our fathers. He is against killing wild animals." Jalal said.

"The animals are never wild, they are natural as nature intended, we humans are wild because we kill animals just for fun," Tahir said.

Jalal continued, "A large field with forest on his property is reserved for wild animals. When they are sick or injured, they are brought to him, to his forest, and they can live happily, there. He has even a special vet to check on them. He's a nature lover, isn't he?" 

Meena was looking at Tahir with some moisture in her eyes, with a mixture of fascination and empathy.

Mitra said, "It's admirable."
"But I don't do it to be admired, I really feel a kinship with them, and I think I'm responsible, otherwise I'd have a bad feeling."

After some clinking glasses and a short chat, the group toured the huge ranch, the stables, and the fruit and wine fields in two jeeps for about two hour and were back in front of the house shortly after 2pm.
Over lunch, that had been prepared in their absence on the long table, Jalal told them that he has sold everything, and the ranch now belongs largely to Tahir, and he will probably leave much earlier than planned. His son will join him in a few weeks. 

While talking, he often looked in Meena's direction for a long times and said, "Our new house is in New Jersey and if any one of you ever visits us, you are welcome," and added, "I am of the opinion that if somebody is not happy with the situation, must fly on, like a bird, and look for new nest, perhaps happiness awaits him somewhere else..."

The last sentences were addressed directly to Meena and probably only Nadir and Mitra noticed this. 
All afternoon, Jalal tried to approach Meena and perhaps have a quick chat with her alone, but to no avail.
Meena hardly left Nadir's side the whole time.
She often held her husband's hand demonstratively, like young lovers.
The lawyer, Farzan was more in conversation with Mitra, who is also a lawyer, and they often talked about outdated and even uncivilized laws in the country which were newly enforced.
Jalal has often talked about his plans in USA and his new company there. 

Meena asked if he was planning to have a ranch there too and he smiled and replied, "If not a ranch, then definitely a big garden, I can't live without flowers and plants, they will remain my companion if I don't have an ideal woman by
my side," and added, "they will remind me of my roses here and the beautiful memories of my house and garden, here in the homeland!"

Tahir often talked about the childhood of the three musketeers and what a happy time they had together.
Farzan, the lawyer friend of the two, was also very talkative about their youth.
He said that Tahir was always the initiator when it came to doing bad things and always provoked the two good boys. He was the middle one who always mediated and calmed everything down and Jalal was the very well behaved one.
Meena listened with interest and often looked in Jalal's direction with a smile.

Once she said, "Then he hasn't developed so optimally and always well," then laughed and winked at him. 

Jalal laughed too and said, "I'm not as bad as you think, I just look like that, life hasn't given me much of a chance to show my good side," and added, "I was always too late to get together with the good guys, when I reached them, the good and pretty ones were already taken, and I had to spend my life with these two ugly guys and especially that dirty lumberjack." 
And pointed with his head towards Tahir.

"You can't drag my name through the mud in front of good and pretty people, now that you are disappearing. Maybe I'd like to get together with good and pretty people sometime..." looking winked towards Meena and Mitra, and laughed.

His girlfriend, Sara looked at him angrily and said, "this woodcutter is not allowed to drink more wine," and hit his arm with the back of her hand.

Mitra seemed as if she was having a lot of fun, laughed and was very happy and once even tried to ride a small pony. The time passed very quickly, and it was soon evening and Nadir said that unfortunately they had to leave.
One might notice that the three became very close to everyone there and even kissed others goodbye.
During the trip home, Mitra talked about her life and what she does and how she is very carefree and happy now that she lives alone. She said that life is much simpler and easier than the people imagine.
Her last comment that evening was, nobody should be so hard on himself and on others, because the life is shorter than you think…

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Meena’s Narration:

On Sunday afternoon Jalal got in touch again and spoke to Meena on the phone.

Jalal: "Good day lady, did you sleep well?"
Meena: "Hello Jalal, yes, thank you. Are your guests gone?"
Jalal: "No, everyone is still here. Only Tahir and Sara went to his place overnight. But they only live 5 minutes away and are coming back for dinner. Farzan is leaving tomorrow."
Meena: "It was lovely yesterday with you and others, Jalal. We really enjoyed ourselves, thank you again."
Jalal: "And Mitra?"
Meena: "She also had a lot of fun and said thank you."
Jalal: "Meena, will we see each other on Wednesday? I'll be away for a week starting Thursday and the following week I'll be here for three days and then it's off. There's been a change regarding my residence permit and green card and I have to rush to the embassy of my destination country in a neighbouring country as soon as possible."
Meena: "That means..."
Jalal: "That means we have just some days left for us."
Meena: "JalaI as I said we can meet on Wednesday after my shift for a coffee."
Jalal: "When I get back, before I leave forever, let's go out for dinner and dance. I know what your answer is, I mean with Doki. I just want to dance with you, to hug you, to feel you… can I just do it one more time?"

Meena: "Yes, I think we can do it, I talk with Nadir about…”

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Nadir paves the way for a passionate, intimate sexual act between Meena and Jalal ...

[Demeter]

I wonder what Nadir's intentions actually are.
He is the initiator of what happened, and yet he is reproachful towards Meena!
For what, exactly? 
Is she supposed to lie there like an ‘ice angel’, without feelings, without emotions, and endure everything like a professional courtesan? 

How does he envision that?

Before he reproaches her for anything, he should first get his ‘little’ head under control and forbid ‘him’, for example, from stiffening and 
feeling lust at the slightest hint of an act between Meena and another man.

Then, if he wants to continue living out his fantasy, he should bring his feelings and his mind into harmony and prevent them 
from coming into conflict with each other...


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Demeter

[RCF]

There are many instances where Nadir messed up nice erotic atmosphere with his stupid insecurities. Meena has nice adventure going with Jalal when he was away but Meena already made a choice and she rejected Jalal's advances for a life together still she was the one who faced consequences for taking it forward with Jalal while Nadir is out of town.

He always wants Meena to dance according to his tunes, If she responds or moves on her will even when she is with some one at peak sexual activity he doesn't like it and doubts her feelings. I understand these insecurities come from the deep love and fear of losing her to some one else but when you have that fear and it was being dominated by your fantasies, he should choose one between his fear or fantasy.

Nadir matured over time or no we haven't been able to grasp it since the journey was not complete here...I am sure he eventually at some point would have found peace with Meena's wild side which should compliment his fantasies and there are no feelings involved.

Wish couple come back and continue the series soon...

~RCF

[Demeter]

There are many instances where Nadir messed up nice erotic atmosphere with his stupid insecurities. Meena has nice adventure going with Jalal when he was away but Meena already made a choice and she rejected Jalal's advances for a life together still she was the one who faced consequences for taking it forward with Jalal while Nadir is out of town.

He always wants Meena to dance according to his tunes, If she responds or moves on her will even when she is with some one at peak sexual activity he doesn't like it and doubts her feelings. I understand these insecurities come from the deep love and fear of losing her to some one else but when you have that fear and it was being dominated by your fantasies, he should choose one between his fear or fantasy.

Nadir matured over time or no we haven't been able to grasp it since the journey was not complete here...I am sure he eventually at some point would have found peace with Meena's wild side which should compliment his fantasies and there are no feelings involved.

Wish couple come back and continue the series soon...

~RCF

Having read both the first book and the sequel, I can say with a clear conscience and without exaggeration that the story deserves the title ‘bestseller!’ in all categories.
The writing style is characterised by fluidity, comprehensibility, emotionality, eroticism, suspense and imagination.

I hope that our two authors, who are also the main protagonists, have settled well into their new country and are doing well.
I am also looking forward to a sequel, which I hope will come soon...

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Demeter

[Demeter]

Nadir’s Narration:

Monday with Meena was uneventful. We were completely distracted to clean the garden and pond.
My mind all day, reeled from the sheer absurdity of my attitude towards her how she dealt with him.
I had never been in a situation even remotely similar.
On the one hand, I wanted to watch them and see how they meet again and undress in my presence or at least while I could only see them, while he takes her. Just thinking about it for a moment gave me a clear erection. 
On the other hand, I didn't want to share her, to share her love for me, her feelings and her emotions.
I wanted her to do it just for me without any emotional or sensual connection to anyone else, not even feelings of that kind. Not even for a moment.
I couldn't stand her showing the slightest sensuality, it should only be sexual passion and ecstasy, and only because and when I want it. The highest level of egoism, I know, but it was like that.
That was my problem.
My nymph Meena was supposed to be there for me and my pleasure first and foremost, just me.
But this time, with Jalal I had only limited success.
He was the one who wanted more, he was not satisfied with what I or she could give him.
Yes, I hadn't missed Meena's reticence in general.
Yes, Meena certainly didn't want to cross the line, but she was and is a very sensitive person, especially towards someone she likes, and she definitely doesn't want to hurt anyone emotionally.
And I couldn't help but replay scenes from their intimate time together.
I daydreamed about their dancing and more and this continued until evening.

When we lay down to sleep, Meena, who as always was first in bed, turned to me, looked into my eyes and asked, "Nadir, you've seemed distracted all day. Is everything okay?"

I paused before replying, scrambling to come up with some plausible lie to explain my behaviour. "oh, it's nothing really, I was just thinking about us and our past."

"Mmm, I see. Which part of it? Happy thoughts perhaps?"

I chuckled, recalling for a moment some of the good times as well as the bad times, especially in last days.

"A few," I said nonchalantly.

"Just a few?"

I smiled, "Yeah, we had some fun I can say, I was today daydreaming about some good times."

Meena moved her hand across my thigh, resting it there.
"I'd like to have a lot of fun tonight with my husband," she said quietly, squeezing my upper thigh as she spoke.

I was pleasantly surprised by her spontaneous action.
I saw her eyes fixed on me. For the first time today, I found myself struck by her smouldering beauty.
Her large deep brown eyes perched above incredible cheek bones were fixed on me, lips luscious half open. My wife is absolutely stunning, I thought.
I could feel myself becoming aroused as I gazed at her, the combined effect of her touch, her words, and her sultry good looks getting the best of me.

"Meena, I don't know. I was daydreaming about… About you and… and…," I said, trying to find an excuse for dreaming of her with somebody who we have had so much trouble with lately because of him...

"I know, with Jalal, me and old Jalal, it wasn't all bad was it?" she said, squeezing my upper thigh again. "It seems you enjoyed it..."

I couldn't deny the truth of what she was saying.
"Yeah sure, it was not bad, but it was somehow not under my control, that daydreams," I admitted.

"I understand, this stupid control madness again..." and she giggled while moving slightly her hand higher towards my already erection.

"I don't know..." I said.

“Please…Please baby…" Meena insisted seductively.
Meena, aware of my member’s reaction, continued, "I know right? Dr. Meena Salimi, married to a surgeon, a super slut… Tell me please how was it…" she said and touched my hard erection.

I started to tell: 
'In my phantasy we are in a dance club, maybe his favourite club. I tell you just to have fun and if he appears, I let you to dance with him and if he insists and you want it, you are allowed even more...
I let you get some confidence built up. I tell you even to take your wedding ring for him. You take of your ring while looking in my eyes and give to me.
We kiss deeply and I tell you that I love you and to go in and have some fun tonight.
I watch you go while looking back at me every few feet. I get a drink and start walking around...
After a few more minutes I find you on the dance floor moving and dancing alone.
I sit down at a table and watch...
You look a little tense but with each minute I can tell that you are getting looser...
After a few minutes I see you go off the stage and sit down at a table near stage, and soon from nowhere he appears, Jalal...
From my angle I can see you sitting sideways to me and facing him. You are sipping your drink and making small talk with him. Few more minutes goes by and you two get out on the dance floor. I can see you touching him more and more. Your hands are on his butt. Jalal is doing rather well himself with you as he moves up and down feeling you up which you do not protest one bit...
After what felt like an eternity, I see him sit down at a near table and your head over to the rest rooms...
I get up to go and see how you are doing. I caught you coming out of the rest room you look at me and give me a big kiss. You come to me, and I ask you if you are having fun...
You tell me something that kind of shocks me but at the same time make my loins stir.
You tell me that while dancing you were getting turned on, not really knowing by what, but you definitely had a wet pussy. You open your small purse, and I see your soaked panties inside. I say, then you don't have any on now? No, you answer. I ask what you want to do next, continue on, go home, what? You say want to go back and dance some more with him...
Well, I say okay, and watch you to go back to the old Jalal who is waiting. It looks like he thinks up of something because as soon as you come back he takes your hand and lead you out...
You walk into the dimly lit room where you couldn't see anything clearly, so I do not follow you. It seems that you are in there for about twenty minutes. When you two come out I know something was up as I see you come out with matted hair and a coat of fresh lipstick...
I guess you made out pretty good. I saw you go in the bathroom, and I again follow...
As soon as I get there you greet me with a big kiss. I pull away at first, but you would not have any of that. You grab me closer and probe my mouth with your tongue. It taste funny and I have a good idea of what it is. While I let my imagination run, my dick is growing hard now. You pull away and say when you and him, Jalal, got in the back room he ordered a champagne but just for himself. You just sat with him. You say, while sipping his champagne, he started to work his fingers closer to your inner thighs...
You tell me that you parted your legs for him a little and invited him in for a quick feel your hot and wet pussy...
While he finger fucked you in the booth you say that something just came over you. You grabbed him and slowly undid his zipper while he continued to finger fuck you with now three fingers...
He had a big hard on his long dick, which you are not used to seeing as I am not so big.
You say that it glistened from the precum. Then something came over you, you bent your head down and swallowed the head of his penis. You tell me, you went down no more than twice when you felt him pulse and shoot a wad into your throat. Only unlike with me you did not pull off, instead you pumped his big meat even harder and let him finish his explosion...
After he finished, you swallowed all. Jalal told you that you were wonderful and asked if you wanted to continue this in his car outside. You did not know so trying to act like a lady you put on some fresh lipstick and told him that you would freshen up first...
Thats when you came out and met up me...
At first I tell you that I do not know if what you did was right, but you talk me into it. You say that you know me, deep down inside I want you to take his dick in your body, and for me to know that you are doing him, is my real fantasy and satisfaction.
I admit that you are right. You say, now the time is here and you will fulfil my wish.
You look me in the eyes then coyly you say you would do it for me, to fuck old Jalal, outside in his car. You say I may even be able to watch, when he fucks you.
Then you kiss me again and with that kiss, your face, and the taste of his cum I say go ahead just be careful. Your face took on a determined look and you go back...'

I paused shortly. I sensed Meena was very excited. Her face was a little blushed and her deep breathing was audible. I  lowered my head, kissing the tops of her breasts.

"Mmm, yes," Meena murmured, running her fingers through my hair.

"They're my beautiful babies," I growled, lowering my mouth to her tits.

"Oh… God," she moaned softly.

I sucked and nibbled on her nipples and areolae, at the same time negotiating a hand under the hem of her nightgown. I made a beeline for her cunt, rubbing her pussy then I placed my middle finger on her clit. She was wet, very wet from my day dream story.
My digit easily gliding across the surface of her now very hard button, pressing firmly as it did so.

"Damn, you're making me so hot baby," Meena sighed.

“Me or him, Jalal," I groweld.

“Both of you, baby, both of you if you want..." she moaned.

I moved my mouth back to hers, our lips melting together again, her tongue swirling around mine.
She playfully bit my lower lip, and I tugged at hers with my teeth in response, then moved my lips to her neck, kissing his way to her ear, my tongue tasting her, biting down lightly on her lobe.

Meena sighed, ”Nadir, baby I want to hear more… Please…”

She looked at me affectionately, squeezing my rod now. “and then?" She spoke. 

I continued: 
'As you both meet up I see you whisper something into his ear and he takes your hand and guides you out. I discreetly follow you to hope I could watch the scenario unfold.
I saw you get into this full-size new van with no side windows. He knows what he does, I say to myself. He has planned this all previously...
Now my thoughts start running wild, reaching into my pocket I feel your ring, then the thought of him fucking you, my Meena, and I am not able to watch, runs through my head...
I do not hesitate but sneak up to the front windows looking inside and all I can see was your three inch heels high in the air and Jalal hairy ass...
“Not wanting to get us all caught I get back inside my car and from a good distance watch his van...
Probably thirty minutes goes by when I see the van door open and you come out. You look sexy, satisfied and to my surprise pretty well dressed. You come over to our car get in took my hand and place it on your wet pussy. You part your lips, and I see his cum ooze out...
I ask you how it went. You tell me that when you and Jalal got into the van you immediately laid on the floor and hiked your skirt up...
He came over to you and took his pants off. His dick was a much longer and bigger than mine so went in not too easy, but as he was in, he immediately started pumping your cuntYou both came quick the first time and simultaneously, you say...
He continued to pump and fuck you and after five minutes you came again, and he came some minutes after you, both times deep inside your cunt. Your say that it would not be good enough if he pulled out...
You wanted me to see and smell his cum in you. After the second time you got dressed, you kissed him goodnight and got out. You say that you feel yourself girlish and sexy with this old man. He is a perfect man with a perfect instrument
to satisfy a married woman like you...'

“Nadir, do you wish me to fuck him, really, again?" Meena asked while she reached to my hand and brought it to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

I didn’t respond her questiom, but, “Do you want to do it? Not for me, just for you, you both…" I spoke.

Meena replied, “I asked you a question, you answer me first…”

I kissed her, her lips parting, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She replied in kind for a few seconds, then pulled away from me, I kissed her again, harder this time, grinding my body into hers.

“If you are horny for him…" I answered quietly.

“I don’t know, really”, and after a short pause, she added," I am horny for you baby, I do just what you wish, if you wish, I’ll do it.”
I lowerd my head, kissing the tops of her breasts.

"Mmm, yes," Meena murmured, running her fingers through my hair.

I moved my mouth back to hers, our lips melting together again, her tongue swirling around mine.
Sliding my middle and index finger between her sopping labia, I effortlessly inserted them inside her. I was now fingering her, rubbing hard against her g spot, quickly recalling the exact area I could hit that would get Meena off. 
It worked like a charm.

"Oh baby… Nadir, I'm cumming."

Her pussy shuddered in response, slick juices coating my hand in a shimmering gloss.
As her climax subsided, my Meena collapsed into my arms, completely spent for the moment. Tears streamed from her eyes, a huge, exhausted smile on her face.

"Oh baby, you always are good at that."

"Well, I was a good listener," I replied, remembering how Meena would tell me exactly what I am was doing right, and wrong.

"Now, let me do you."

"No baby, I want to eat you, and then fuck you," I said and lifted me up. 

"Oh my god, you have changed," she giggled spreading her legs for me.

I promptly started kissing along her inner thighs, slowly easing towards her fiery centre.
Upon my arrival I extended my tongue between her slick petals, licking from her perineum to the bottom of her swollen clitoris, then back again, repeating the motion.

"Oh God… Baby… Nadir, yes baby, eat me," Meena moaned.

At first I focused solely on her vagina, licking and sucking her juicy lips, cramming my tongue between them, fucking her with it; then I transitioned to her pleasingly clean sphincter, the smooth flesh surrounding her puckered hole a delight.

"Oh my God, my baby, what are you doing… Nadir, you're eating my ass," Meena groaned.

Noticing how much she was enjoying it I took time rimming her, for the first time, slathering her tight little hole with saliva. I had never done anything like that before. I hadn't even touched her there with my finger.
At that moment, I wondered if Meena would allow me to fuck her there, but that wasn't really on the agenda, so I returned to her clit.
I teased her, flicking her glossy jewel with the tip of my tongue, before really going to town.
This was another thing that I knew Meena loved, and if I slowly built up the pressure and speed she would eventually cum again. In a hyper-sexual state, it wasn't long before another orgasm overtook her.

"Damn Nadir, I'm getting there baby, Please go, keep going, keep going..." she moaned.

I pressed my tongue hard into her slick nub. Meena began writhing on the bed, pulling my head into her crotch, eager to cum again.

"Ohhh… Nadir!" She shouted, her legs beginning to quiver.

Still eating her I inserted two fingers inside, dragging them across her g-spot.
Meena climaxed instantly.

"Ohhh… yes!" she screeched, thrashing about on the bed, her legs flailing about as she tore at my hair with her fingers. "Ohhh… Baby…!"

Several seconds later I removed his fingers and mouth, a white liquid drizzling out of Meena’s cunt, my chin and fingers sloppy from her pussy juices mixed with my spit. Casually wiping my face and hand on the bedspread, I moved my torso above hers, propping myself up with my hands and forearms, regarding the satisfied beauty below me.
Meena's face was a hot, gorgeous mess. Tears again streamed down her cheeks. Perspiration speckled her forehead and upper lip, her beautiful dark locks strewn about her head, a few strands pasted to her forehead, the rest spilling onto the mattress. She was still breathing heavily, passionate little gasps escaping her slightly parted lips.
My eyes took in her tits, flopping on her chest, falling a little to either side. Her nipples were still rock hard, tiny goose pimples dotting her areolae. Her thin transparent summer nightgown was bunched up at her midsection, covering up her belly. I thought for a moment every man would want her, and Jalal was one of them and nothing more. She was so sexy, so incredibly fuck-able, I had to have her now.

"Meena, I'm going to fuck you."

Her eyes opened wider, her lips forming a tired grin. "Yes baby, fuck me, I am yours, just yours..."

Quickly shedding my boxers, I guided my member towards Meena's gaping cunt.
The blood engorged tip, positioned at her opening, was soon flooded with her wetness as it slid back and forth between her labia. When my cock head was nice and slick I slowly, purposefully penetrated my wife. Half buried in her sopping, satiny abyss. I paused for a few seconds, gazing down at Meena's breathtaking face.

"Oh… Baby, your cock feels so good in me, god I've missed that."

"Me too… Me too baby," I answered truthfully.

I had not forgotten how good her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, a steaming velvety tunnel gripping my as ever tightly.
God we had some wild sessions back then, I thought, my recollection glossing over the last bad days.
As I hovered over her I lowered my face to hers. Our lips joined together, gliding over each other, tongues darting furtively into each other's mouths. All the while my erection, embedded inside her, reveled in the enchanting cover.

After a minute or so Meena broke the spell, so to speak, "God Nadir, make love to me."

I nodded, my cock slowly retreating towards her entrance until he was almost out, then just as slowly thrusting forward, burrowing inside my angel. It was hotter than hell, and I wanted to make the most of it, moving my rigid tool in and almost out of her, maintaining the same unhurried rhythm.
We made love lazily, each enjoying the essence of the other. Meena wrapped her legs around me, kissing me again. Our passion was patient, bodies fused as one, nothing else in the world mattering at this moment in time.
But as predictable as the ebb and flow of the ocean, our need to enjoy the sweet release of carnal energy eventually washed over us.
Speeding up my pace I began fucking Meena harder, faster.
She pulled her legs up, her hands forcing her knees close to her head. I pushed her further onto her shoulders, her sexy feet dangling above her.

"Oh god… Go baby, fuck me, fuck me!"

Driving into her with all the gusto I could summon I reached down to grab her tits, squeezing them, tweaking her nipples. She grabbed my ass in her hands, digging her long nails into my flesh. Delirious with desire, my pelvis slammed frenziedly into hers, the sound of her wet pussy a sensual symphony.
Craning her neck forward at what must have been a painful angle, her face inches from mine, Meena exhorted me onward, her frantic voice the clearest indication that she was close to cumming again, for the third time this night.

"Fuck yes, yes!" she screamed. "Gimme that hard cock, fuck me, fuck me!"

I realized then that some things never change. At least In the heat of the moment she came across, as if she is my nasty slut who craved cock more than anything else.
Her wild eyes, an animal like quality to them, bore into mine. Her mouth hung open, lower lip trembling. I started pounding into her with everything I had, encouraged by her unabated dirty talk.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "God, your fucking cock is gonna make me cum so hard!"

I grunted in reply, trying to press my cock impossibly deep inside her, my hips ike a jackhammer.
Meena grabbed her own ankles, spreading herself even wider. 

Sweat drenched her face, her beautiful features contorted by a desperate yearning, "Oh fuck baby, I'm so close, keep going, keep going... fuck me harder…"

It was laughable in a way, as if anything could stop me now! My balls twisted with a primal pain, forcing me to inseminate my gorgeous slutty wife. Her lustful requests simply fueled the fire that ran through my flesh.

"Oh my god, fuck I'm gonna cum, keep going, fuck keep going!"

I could feel my own orgasm building deep within me, nerve endings firing in my extremities, the deliciously warm wave of a massive climax beginning to flow through my body.
My hot, sexy, slut wife, Meena had been urging me forward and now I was about to cum.

"Ohhh… Meena, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes Nadir, cum for me, give it to me, fill me up with your cum!"

"Oh fuckK!" I bellowed, my cock exploding.

My seed filled her, jet after jet rocketing out of my spasming penis, coating Meena’s innerwalls. She was wide-eyed, her body convulsing beneath me as she came at the same time I did, her cunt contracting repeatedly, a lengthy, satisfied moan escaping her lips.

"Oh my God..." Meena sighed a moment later, quivering in post orgasmic euphoria.

It was incredible, and better than I remembered the sex between us ever being, which was saying something. Gradually recovering from our amorous deliverance, I lowered my face to hers, our lips and tongues lovingly meshing as one, then I rolled off of her, my spent cock spilling out, dragging a dollop of cum with it.

"Ohhh Baby," I mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

After a minute, Meena rolled onto her side facing me, running her hand across my heaving chest.
I turned to look at her. A tired but joyous expression occupied her face, her eyes beaming. Dbanging her right leg across mine, she continued massaging my chest and abdomen with her right hand, the fingernail of her index finger tracing a slow, sensual, spine tingling path.

"I've missed this."

"What?"

"I've missed you Nadir."

I couldn't help but be somewhat incredulous.
"How could you miss me? I was here all time, nearer than always," I said.

“You know what I mean, you were near but the air was foggy, between us…" she murmured.

I, unsure how to respond, didn't, instead just looking back at her, trying to discern what she might be thinking.

"Uh, probably should we sleep now," I said abruptly, quickly getting up from the bed, a shadow of surprise and disappointment crossing Meena's face.

"We are late baby, Tomorrow is a work day”.

"Damn, I suppose you're right," Meena finally acknowledged, looking a little annoyed.

I quickly got my boxers, going to the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom and my side of bed turned me to her, still lying on the bed.

"Meena, this was fantastic," I said, kissing her lips.

"Maybe we can get together sometime, again, while we're here and the fog allows!" Meena said and laughed, then got up and went into the bathroom…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

After many weeks and days of recriminations, unrest and irritation, Meena and Nadir are once
again united in love and devotion, which is a great relief and fulfilment for both of them ...

[Demeter]

Nadir's Narration:

On Tuesday, we had much to do at work.
Apart from the daily work, nothing special happened.
When I came home in the afternoon, Meena was swimming, and I sat with her at the pond and drank a beer and watched her and admired her beauty. 
On Wednesday at breakfast, Meena asked if she should go for a coffee with Jalal after work?

I asked, "Have you already arranged that?"

Meena replied, "Yes, we talked about it on Sunday as he called, just go to a coffee house for a short while, he's going away again and will be back for a short time then, after he returns. He had to change his plans at shortly and leave early for another country because of his green card … A sudden change of planned program.”

"Oh, okay, then do you have something planned, just coffee?" And I smiled.

"Yes, I promise, just coffee. I won't strive for your yesterday's fantasies and daydreams," she answered giggling.

"You liked my daydreams too, didn't you?" I looked at her and winked.

"You know my honest answer! I showed you yesterday if I liked it, didn't I?" She giggled.

"Would you be intimate with him again if the opportunity arose?" I asked.

"Not without your hundred percent consent and your presence," she answered seriously.

"That wasn't my question, I wanted to know if you would like to?" I insisted.

"What do you want to know Nadir? Am I horny for him and am I going to sleep and have sex with him if I'm alone with him? I like him as a friend and he in my opinion a decent person, I know that you think so too. He is not my ideal person for sex, I have always said that about him, but I've done it and would do it, only, just be careful what I say, only for your sake … I don't need him and I'm not horny for him or anyone else, but I like him as a friend." Meena said. 

"It makes me happy and calms me down, my pretty wife, my horny wife is ready to fulfil my wishes," I laughed.

Meena slapped me on my arm and said, "Don't be so crazy and do not be so sure, Nadir, who knows what I'll do at the last moment if the opportunity arises!" and giggled.

"Horrible, do you want to triage me into madness and make me insecure again You're driving me crazy," I said. 

"If it means you'll pay more attention to me, then of course I will…" she continued to giggle and added ... now I have a question, should I organize something with him before he leaves for always?" she smiled Insidious, “do you want to see me in bed with him making love again? I mean, I know that the proud one who is hiding deep in your pants definitely wants that! But you? Or more precisely, Nadir in your head? What does he say about that?" Meena asked playfully.

"You know that when it comes to such matters, I don't pay any attention to head, to hell with him and his recommendations, the master sits down below and decides!" I laughed with a wink and added, 
"but you decide, you are my queen, a hot and sexy queen. But the rules also apply to the queen, no matter how horny and seductive she is, with the rules in mind, everything is possible … and my eager, seductive queen knows our rules.”

"My choice is you, my dear man. As long as you take care of me like you did last night, I will never need anyone else, no Adonis or anything else. So, take good care and fulfil your duties," Meena laughed and twitched my cheek.

I stood up and said, "Now we really have to leave, it's getting late, but one more thing, if you meet him today, I'd rather you do it here than in a coffee house. You're safer here than anywhere else. If he dares to do something, you can say that I could arrive any moment." I spoke.
I knew that cameras would record any activity of them, and I could watch it later, but Meena didn't know that.

She looked at me as if she didn't believe what I said and asked, "Do you really think I should take him to us?" she was astonished.

"Yes, but not in our bedroom!" I smiled.

"You did that, you nasty guy. I never do that," she replied and also stood up…

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Meena's Narration:

Afternoon, when Jalal picked up Meena from work, as soon as they got into his car, Meena informed him that they should go to her.

Jalal was very surprised and said, "Really to your home? Is Doki there too?"

Meena laughed and said, "No, no fear. First of all, we'll have some peace and quiet and what's more, you can have my coffee that you love so much for the last time here."

"And you or Doki are not afraid..." he was not yet sure whether she is serious.

"Why should I be afraid, you don't intend to bang me then? right?" said Meena and giggled.

"Who knows? I am a very horny man, and you are a hot piece," he laughed too.

"Only dare if you believe you can... I have taken self-defence courses and have a brown belt," Meena laughed and slapped lightly his arm.

At home they sat down in the living room and Meena immediately made some coffee.
Jalal explained why, in the first place, he wanted to immigrate. The business difficulties and restrictions imposed by the government in recent times, which mainly affect people like him, are the main reason and he wants to break off all business contact with the homeland. Almost all branches of his company have been sold. Only on Friday will the last branch in another city be officially handed over to the buyer.

"Where are you going tomorrow? How far is the city?" Meena asked.

"Not that far, about three hours, the branch is in Marabad." Jalal answered.

"Oh, I know the city well and I have to do things there two or three times a year," Meena said.

And then she talked about her uncle and that, now, after his death, according to his wish and will, she has to legally take care of his son and his property, who still lives in Marabad.

"Don't you have to do that in the near future? I mean travel there?" Jalal asked curiously and interested.

"Soon, yes," Meena replied.

"Then why not now? You can go with me tomorrow, it makes me very happy," Jalal said.

"Yes, but it won't be that fast, I have to work tomorrow, but I can take Friday off and maybe I can persuade Nair to come for a day or two. Then we can meet you there for a coffee," Meena replied.

"I could drive later if you want to come with me. After your shift or with Doki if he can, that wouldbe very nice," Jalal insisted.

"I don't know yet. I have to ask him, but I would like to, it's high time, eithe this week or next week, I absolutely have to…" Meena said thoughtfully.


They then agreed that she would call him as soon as Nadir was home, and she knew more about whether it would be possible.
Then they talked about other daily topics. Jalal asked about Mitra if they had known each other for a long time. Meena replied no, not long and that Mitra had actually met Nadir for the first time. Meena stressed that she found Mitra very pleasant and was happy that they had met her. Then Jalal talked about his son, that he doesn't want to follow him in their new home land but it has to be done.
And then he spoke about Tahir and his current girlfriend and that he is still like an alien in the modern world and that he can't live safely in a city, even though he doesn't live too far from a big city.
He mentioned again that Tahir is his only real family and that it will bother him a lot to distance himself from him, especially because he never plans to come back to here because it would be a bit dangerous for him.
When he talked about his closeness to Tahir, Meena asked if he had told him anything about their intimate hour.
Jalal said indignantly that he would never do something like that, he has much more respect for her than he would talk about her with anyone else, no matter who. Meena the whole time intentionally sat at a considerable distance from him and Jalal sensed that too.
He didn't want to pressure her and hoped that maybe in the next few days might have a chance with her. Right now, she could possibly accompany him for two or three days, with or together with Nadir. And hoped that Nadir doesn't have time for such a journey!
Jalal left before Nadir came home. He said he had to take care of something at the company.
When they said goodbye, Meena allowed him just to kiss her on the cheek. Not even a proper hug.
* * *
When Nadir got home, he immediately asked if everything was OK.
Meena talked about the trip and that she would like them to go with Jalal the next day.

Nadir was surprised.
"Are you serious? I can't do it anyway. I have to work on Friday like usual. You know I always have operations planned on Fridays when I'm not on vacation." he said lightly irritated.

Meena said quietly, "Yes. But I thought maybe it was possible; I would have been happy."

"But I think he, Jalal, will be happier if you are alone with him, as I know him," Nadir was still a little irritated by her question.

"Nadir, don't be so bad and malicious. Okay, we'll forget it..." Meena was now a little upset too.

"I’m not malicious Meena, but you know what he wishes and what he really wants, why are you so naive? or are you showing yourself like that or what else do you want and wish that I don't know? He wants to have you, to have you for himself, not just to have sex with you but to own you. He loves you Meena and you know that. What does someone do when they love a woman that much? You consider him a simple friend? Then you must stay away from him because he does not consider you a simple friend. Unless you consider him more than a friend, then please, go with him tomorrow, I will not say anything," Nadir spoke.

"I don't want to revive the topic, our endless discussion... But who is to blame that things have turned out this way, and now you are so sensitive that I even talk to him ... one moment you want to set me in his bed, and then the next moment you want me to stay away kilometres from him, you don't know what you want, Nadir." Meena argued.

“Meena, please, don't mix my excitement from our pure sex games with someone and my worry about losing you to him because he wants and waits and strives for too much more than allowed," Nadir explained while trying to remain calm.
“You can't blame me for anything. I always talked about the rules. The first rule is my presence or at least knowledge. Second rule is that no one is allowed to take permanent possession of you, and I don't just mean physically, but emotionally. No one is allowed to fall in love with you and then continue to have contact with you. That endangers our relationship and our marriage.
I will fight back strongly. You can say you are not agreed, let's leave it, no problem for me, that's fine and I accept it, but I won't allow a secret thing with some kind of emotional component or secret love...”

Meena said, "Dear Nadir, I know you all too well. The problem is not travel, it's just that you don't trust me at all. You have doubts about whether I am and will remain faithful… although I have always shown and said that you are the only thing that matters to me." 
Meena was now clearly upset, “I am not an oversexed slutty little thing Nadir, and in contrast to you or another man, sex is not always is on my mind, I am just a normal woman who has normal instincts and normal hormons, I am not frigid then my boy and mind reflect to stimuli, you habe to understand as a medical specialist, look at the nature...
I am not a cute shapely and sexy prick tease, not even an incredible flirt! Did you forget Nadir, wake up I am your Meena!! can be that bcause of my physique and appearance many men watch me, and that they consider me perfect for sex! Is this my fault or my weak point ? I'm definitely not going with him tomorrow, you should calm down now, thank you for authoritarian definition and clarification!" then she stood up.
"I'll make the dinner now..." and left him towards the kitchen.

Nadir could hear her calling, before she started to prepare the dinner.

Meena: " Hi Jalal..."
“.....“
Meena: "Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to say in time that you won't be waiting for us tomorrow, you can drive away,"
“.....“
Meena: "No, not, I'm sorry, I can't do it alone either..."
“.....“
Meena: "Yes, I know, me too, but it is not so easy, you know..."
“.....“
"Yes... Yes..."
“.....“
"Nevertheless, I wish you a pleasant stay and success with the sale,"
“.....“
"Oh, with Nadir?"Meena sounded a little surprised.
“.....“
"Okay, I'll get him,"
“.....“
"See you soon, Jalal."

Then she came to the door and spoke, "Jalal wants to talk to you,"and handed her cell phone to Nadir.

Nadir: "Hello, Jalal, is everything OK?"
“.....“
Nadir: "Okay, no problem,"
“.....“
Nadir: "He should contact me, it's better if you give him my private cell phone number,"
“…..“
Nadir: "No problem. Anytime, we're friends and that's what friends are there for..."
"....."
“You too Jalal, see you soon."

Meena looked at him with questioning eyes. 

Nadir said, "Apparently Tahir has some health problems and wanted to consult me."

Then he moved and headed towards the stairs to change and look at his camera footage in his study...

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Nadir’s Narration:

We didn't talk much about the topic in the days leading up to the weekend.
The atmosphere was somehow cold between us and besides I had a lot to do. Meena was often busy at work too.
She made a few calls from home on her cell phone, at least twice to Jalal and twice for a long time to Mitra.
On Sunday, she informed me that Jalal, after his return on Tuesday, wanted to have dinner with usand go dancing with her, in the club on Wednesday, as she put it, one last dance. On Friday he would have a farewell party at his house with over hundred guests and is inviting us and Mitra.
Then the following Sunday he was flying to the USA, his new home.
She specifically mentioned that it didn't matter to her what I decide, she likes
but to go but she didn't have to be at both events. I should decide and it won't bother her if I say no. She wants me to be happy and that this stupid situation between us would finally end.
I told her to answer yes, for both events, and we would accept both invitations and thank him for that. In the meantime, I demanded her, to get a suitable and appropriate gift for him…

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Meena’s Narration:

On Thursday evening the couple arrived at Jalal's favourite club in good time.
They saw Jalal chatting with someone from distance. when they sat down at the table, Nadir looked for him, but Jalal disappeared out of sight.
Nadir stood up to washroom. Meena searches the room anxious to know where Jalal went when he unexpectedly stopped by their table. He was standing adjacent to her and their eyes briefly met.
As quickly as it happened, it vanished when Nadir moved across the table to greet him.
After the meal was eaten and dessert served, it was time for the dancing to start.

Nadir knew that Jalal wanted to begin to dance with her, but was surprised that Meena turned to Jalal and said, "Shall we...?" and stood up.

The two dance partners moved towards the dance floor; Meena looked ravishing in her dress.
'How beautiful she looks there and she is mine,' thought Nadir while watching her from the distance, 'How lucky I am to have her. She is so full of passion, in and out of the bed. I love this woman more than anything. If I could only tell her how I feel just this moment.' His mind wandered on and went to the last few turbulent days that have somewhat affected their relationship, for sure it was temporarily and he knew that it would soon be over, soon after Jalal left everything would calm down again.
Finally, Meena accepted and loved him as he was and is, with the highs and lows of his character. Jalal tonight was holding back, one could say. He wanted Meena to come to him this time, Nadir thought so and Meena guessed it too.
Normally Meena would turn around every few minutes while dancing and look at him, at Nadir, or smiled at him. But this night she completely ignored him. She has not even turned to look at him one time, since leaving the table. Nadir noticed how she was ignoring him.
Yes, he was getting a little jealous, as always, seeing Jalal holding and touching his girl. Even though he knew she was his., but her ignorance annoyed him and as the this ignore moved on, the more it bothered.
Nadir guessed that for the dancing pair there, no other body exists at the moment. There were just the two of them. He sensed Meena was secretly yearning for this moment all day.
He wanted to believe deep down that she was longing for dance, but now, he thought, was it not dance at all but Jalal, feeling him, touching him…
Nadir was preoccupied with the thought of how randy and exciting and for him, highly satisfying it would be if the old man could leave his wife alone emotionally and romantically, just enjoy the moment and recognize Nadir's generosity and be happy with what he gets and not expecting anything more.
But on the other side, stood the old Jalal wanted Meena to separate from her beloved husband and start a new life with him, what a stupid plan and illusion, especially towards Meena, Nadir thought. In the middle of a slow dance music, Jalal was in progress, finally and gradually, he gently held hand to the side and then placed his hand around her waist. she reacted and gently placed her hand on his back. They moved slowly to the sound of the music, not muttering a word. At first, there was a brief distance between them as they dance. Then they moved so that distance soon became non-existent.
He looked at her as she at him and it seemed that nothing else mattered. Nadir thought, Jalal finally had his moment, now with Meena in his arms.

"The final…" she whispered so only Jalal could hear.

Jalal leaned over and said "Yes, I have been waiting for this all time." with a little smirk on his face, he asked, "is he, Doki, jealous, do you think?"

"Yes, sure," Meena whispered smiling into his eyes.

"But a little bit of jealousy wouldn't hurt the guy," she said.

"Yes, you are right." Jalal said.

As it went on, Meena and Jalal lose each other in their embrace. In time with the music, she places her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating over the loud music. Meena closed her eyes and just focused on him. How good it feels to be in the arms of a master dance partner, who knows how to lead you, she thought. How it feels so comfortin and like home.
She wanted the moment to last forever.
His arms felt like she was home, and she felt so protected by his touch. It was as if a wall had been build up around them both on the dance floor.
She looked up to see him looking at her. Once again gazing into each other's eyes. She thought she would never forget the look on Jalal's face. She knew that he suffers and thinks that he never will be able to meet her. 
She knew that he loved her, infinitely and could give up everything for her.
She felt sorry for him for a moment and held him tighter.
She just knew that for him, time has little meaning with her by his side.
Meena never heard the music when it stopped.
Time had now burst this temporary bubble that surrounded the two of them.
Now, they were forced to go their separate ways.
Meena moved to their table without hesitation. She didn't want to see or feel Jalal’s pain and suffering anymore, and as a result she become sadder than she already was at that moment. She felt guilty towards Jalal. Although she had repeatedly stressed and shown from the beginning that he could not expect or have a romantic, long-term relationship with her.
She showed that she liked and respected him, and perhaps had no sexual aversion to him. But she never showed or mentioned love. She only loved him, her Nadir, Jalal knew should that too. Everything else for her was just fleeting, beautiful moments of getting closer and enjoying the presence of each other, which she always showed and emphasized to Jalal.

Nadir pushed the chair back for her and said, "a beautiful dance,"

Jala was also at the table now and sat down, "Thank you Meena, as always I enjoyed that."

"Me too, me too as always Jalal," said Meena smiling, "thank you, you really are a master, I hope you find the right dance partner in the USA, it's a pity that you don't continue dancing!"

That was really their last dance. The night was over quickly They had to say goodbye after half an hour. 

Jalal's last sentence was, "See you tomorrow evening, bye."
Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and they parted ways...

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Nadir’s Narration:

Friday evening, when we arrived at Jalal's palatial house with Mitra, we noticed that he had a lot of prominent acquaintances. Many were from regional politics and business, even art.
Our university director was also there with guests and some professors we knew.
No one we knew from our faculty was there.
At the beginning, when she caught Jalal alone, she disappeared with him for only a short time, maybe four or five minutes, into his library to give him our present.
I could imagine that they hugged each other tightly and even exchanged a romantic kiss for a minute or two. But more would not have been possible, neither in terms of time nor place.
An Omega men's wristwatch with our home country's map drawn on the dial, was our present. and a nice note; ‘ Dear pond master, Jalal, We Meena and Nadir, your friends, wish you all the best, health and success in your new home.
We hope to see you again soon.
Don't forget us because we won't forget you, either...

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Meena and Nadir:

Interestingly, we also met our friend Major there, who apparently knew Jalal well from before.
We talked for a long time with him and also with Tahir and his girlfriend.
Jalal's son apparently did not want to attend in protest.
I estimate that there were around 120 guests invited.
We were there until 11 pm.
During these almost four hours, my ladies, Meena and Mitra, did not separate from me. I had the feeling the whole time that Mitra wanted to talk to me privately but did not get the chance.
I assumed that Meena probably informed her about the current situation between us and maybe she wants to bring us back together.
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Sunday Jalal flew away forever. We didn't go to airport because I was on emergency duty and Meena didn't want to go without me.
That was it...

THE END

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Hello friends,
This concludes the first Book of the life story of Meena and Nadir.
On behalf of all of you, I would like to once again thank Salir for deciding to publish this wonderful story and allowing us fans to share in it.

The second part is entitled:

The Story of Meena & Nadir, Book 2.
‘My Loving Hotwife, Meena’

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Thank you for your interest and enjoy reading!

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Demeter