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

[Lollobionda]

The main characters of this story are a married couple.
Nadir, the husband is 35 years old at the Beginning of the main incident. He is a reputable and respectable medical doctor and he is busy as an Assistant professor and surgeon in the university hospital.

Meena, his wife is 30 years old. She is a very beautiful woman who works also as an Assistant professor at the University hospital, she is a specialist in Laboratory sciences.
They were married for ten years at the time.

Nadir is the Narrator of this story…




INDEX



Intrduction-----page 1


Book one

1- The Beginning---
2- The Guest--
3- The Truth---
4- The Bad Uncle!---
5- Looking at Old Photos---
6- Intimate Touches!----
7- First Familiarity with Monster!---
8- The Role Play-----Page 8 -
9- The Swimming Pool 1----
10- A night to remember...---



Book two

11- The traffic jam---
12- The Bungalow----
13- Sexus Interruptus!---
14- The Swimming pool 2--
15- I was Shopping!---
16- A Perfect Satisfaction---
17- A Phone Game---
18- Planning a Scientific Journey!---
19- The Explosion & the Eruption----
20- There is still a tomorrow...----

Book Three


21- A New Beginning----
22- The Taste of Power----
23- Better than those days!-----
24- The Birthday Party-----
25- A serious Condition-----
26- The stranger who Needed it Badly!-----
27- The Favorite One-----
28. A New Visit to Bungallow!---
29- A Virgin Gentleman!-----
30- He cares not just about the Roses!-----
31 - An unannounced visit!-----
32 - The Promised Day...
33- Missing old days…

(To be continued...!)

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An Old Debt has to be Paid...
(by Salir) 

I am going to narrate a real life story, a story about me and my wife. It is not a fabrication of my imagination.

All characters are real but have had their names changed for personal protection and any relevance to any person is purely a coincidence.

This is a story of blackmail, cheat, jealousy, cuckoldry relationship. If you find such themes disgusting, please don't continue to read this.

The main Incident happened about eight years ago. 

The reason why I write it now, is because I am going to be older and also she. I mean my wife whom I love over everything. I feel a need to speak about our adventures at that time and here I'm going to talk about it not only with one person but many…

It had never been my fantasy to see my wife in another man's arms, in another man's bed, and more worse to enjoy it. It means to be cuckolded by my wife. Don't think I am suffering that this happened, no. Yes, sometimes I felt sad and I lost my happiness, or cried. But generally that time and what we experienced those days were the best periods and memories of my life when we speak about erotic and love...

We love each other very much, and it has been a long and sensitive process to find a place where both of us are comfortable.

I wanted to write it some time ago but I had no time and now I am going to be free from a part of my responsibilities and hope to have the time and opportunity to begin and to continue it so far.

It took place not in India but in a neighbor country and as you can think we both are from another culture. 

We were and are a normal pair.

The Names and places are fictional but even the names are similar to real ones of Characters.

The dialogues are not entirely as they were. It happened a good few years ago and the memory fades, but their themes are real so far as I remember! Apart from this, I have kept a kind of journal over the last years in which I jotted down notes on things that have happened to us....

..’The Beginning’..

Let me go some years, some decades back...

I was in my third high college year when I met her. They came to our neighborhood when she was only a child. I saw her from the window of my room for the first time while their relocation to our neighborhood. I can remember after a little bit over thirty years, still exactly, it was a very hot sonny day. They were a married couple some years younger than my parents with three children, two daughters and one son. 

The oldest was a girl about 7 or 8 years old. As she came nearer to my window, her mother called from the Inside their new home:

‘Meena, please take care of your sister and brother.’

There were a boy about four and another girl about 5 or six years old. They all looked very pretty. 

Indeed this was a pretty family even their mother who could be mid thirty and in my young eyes an older lady, was beautiful!

They were about 3 months in our neighborhood before the mother of three became

gradually a friend of my mother.

My mother invited the new family in neighborhood for a dinner and after that night our parents were good friends. My younger sister who was 10 years old became a very good friend of Meena and my younger brother who is seven years my junior was actually always at their house playing with children.

The years went by and in a beautiful afternoon in spring, when I was twenty-two years old and while my Medical College studying, I discovered my love for her!

Meena was now 17 years old and she was the most beautiful young lady I had ever seen with long brown hair and the prettiest, deep brown eyes. Not long ago from now, she was looking at some magazine. She showed me a picture of an indian actress. I thought

I am looking at a photo of Meena. She herself was also very surprised about the similarity.

It was a photo of Huma Qureshi!...

At that time, I was dreaming every day and every night about her. 

She had the most beautiful smile when she looked at me.

I could see from her looks that she knew I am in love with her and she was enjoying this.

She is now even after so many years very attractive, a stunning thirty-eight years old woman with wavy dark brown hair but her smile enchants me still. She stands about 5' 6" tall. Her weight fluctuates between 125 and 130 pounds. Her measurements were and I suppose are still 36C-24-36. She has perfect coconut sized breasts that sway a little when she walks. Her nipples become very hard at the touch. She has very fair skin, a tight body and a firm butt for her age.

Those days, one time I asked my sister if she likes I take her with to see a new famous movie and I told her she can take Meena also with. She was delighted and told me she is going to ask Meena if she likes to accompany us. Meena accepted this immediately...

Next weekend we went to a cinema near their college. That was our first being together without our parents. We laughed and changed meaningful looks with each other.

In three months everybody in both Families knew that we loved each other.
Even her uncle Mansour noted this. He was a colleague of her father and the best friend of the family. He was at those days a man somehow overweight with average height, a balding head, and very hairy body. You could see this from his hairy chest and arms. He was a bit over forty years and had always a friendly behavior and laughing face. He was not good-looking, but the women always liked him because he was entertaining and he made them laugh all time when he was around. he had at first no family himself.

I heard his only relative is his old mother who lived in another city. Everybody could see Meena's uncle Mansour loved the children of his friend. He was often at their home and played with kids and they loved him too.
He and Mr. Salimi, the father of Meena had some important job and responsibility in an insurance company.

Meena and I were enjoying our youth and our sweet life.

After two years we were actually always together. We decided to marry after I finished my study next year, and both families were delighted over our plan....