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

[Lollobionda]

‘A New Beginning - 17' …

As I got home, it was about nine o'clock. Normally at this time we had already our dinner and relaxing down for a night's rest.

Meena was calm, but her eyes told me she had cried more. She asked if I like to drink some lemonade.

“Only water, please.”

“No lemonade? You are changed since I saw you last time.” And smiled weakly.

“It is a long time, isn't it?” I laughed back.

She looked at my eyes and said: “Do you feel better? I myself feel terrible when I think and realize what I have done. Often I have the feeling that this was a bad dream.”

“But it was not a dream and you did it because you wanted to do it. Mansour is your uncle and as you say he needed it and you gave him what he needed.”

“Please Nadir, do not try to open this theme again.” She stood up to go into the kitchen.

“Do you want to solve the problem?” I asked.

She stopped at the door of the kitchen, turned toward me and asked: “What do you mean?”

I looked at her face and said: ‘If you like to continue our life together…’

“Are you serious, really?”

Her voice was trembling and she was curiously excited. She came back to me and stood directly in front of me and continued: “I’ll give everything for that to return to the days before all this.”

“Sit down Meena...”

“I bring you a glass of water…” And she hurried into the kitchen.

I looked at her from back and thought: ‘this is my girl!’ A little bit changed, more confident in her behavior, but still ‘My Girl’. The female part of my wholeness and unity.

I took off my sports jacket and lay back on the couch as Meena came back with the glass of water and handed it to me.

She looked so cute, I couldn't restrain me from admiring her. She sat in front of me and looked at my face, waiting.

I looked in her eyes and said slowly and quietly: “If I don’t stay with you, it is not because I don’t love you, in contrary; I do love you and this is why I can’t stay with you in this situation… It was not right to have secrets from me or to lie to me. Not only I had the feeling that you are betraying and cheating on our love but you offended my Intelligence and this made me so mad.”

Meena began to cry: “You know I need you, I try, I try by God to not break, but everybody sees it, I need you here, by me.. Do you think that you can try to continue our life together, I mean if you hate me…”

My heart broke to see my pretty wife, Meena, this unhappiness, but there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. 

I had to continue: “I don’t hate you Meena, this is not the point. In every one’s life comes a time when no matter how much he tries, he can no longer pretend not to know or not to see that his wife does have needs and desires which are not believable or acceptable for him. There comes a time when everybody must accept the fact, no matter how shocking it may be at the time. Actually, how shocking those needs for somebody are, he has to accept them. I am not speaking about Mansour, but about you. This is our situation here, I noticed something about your needs, in ways that I would never have dreamed. I understand, I have to accept and even respect your needs, but this is not the point...”

She tried to change the subject: “Okay, can you forgive me, I think this is absolutely necessary if we try a new beginning. You loved me once, enough to marry me, perhaps we can try one last time. Now that you understand my behavior, I think I can change me, I can do this with your help…”

She pleaded, looking into my eyes for any sign of mercy there.

“I don’t know, I have to know everything, from the start.”

“There was no start Nadir, everything came abruptly and without planning…” She said pleadingly.

“There is always a start, even when not planned. Actually, I need to interview you to be sure. You have to tell me the truth, then I can judge if I can live with that, I know it will be really embarrassing for you, but otherwise there is no chance…”

“Okay, okay, you know I am never lying to you. You can ask what you have to know. You can ask me anything Nadir.”

I emptied the glass and she asked: ‘Do you need more?’

‘No, thanks, I am good.’ I responded.

Then I put the empty glass on the coffee table and looked at her face and said: “I am going to ask, Meena. First, I have to know how it began, Tell me everything.”

Meena gulped and looked down at her hands and told about Mansour’s demanding style, pleading and persisting, emphasizing on his needs, mental and physical and her empathy and the effect of alcohol on her and so on. But never the thing with blackmailing and the story of her father…

I was sure if I ask directly about it, she is going to tell me the truth, but she was sacrificing herself yet for her family!

I said: ‘You must have been giving him all the wrong signals at the beginning.’

Meena responded quickly: "No, I am not; he is the one who came on to me. Nadir, I owe you an explanation, yet, I think. I am not going to just ignore it. Pretend it didn't happen. As I said he came to me. I knew exactly what he was doing but that wasn't the problem. The problem was I wasn't at all sure if I wanted him to do it or not. Maybe that's not quite honest. The problem was really that I kind of, did want him to do it. And I don't know why. I knew it was supposed to be wrong and horrible. And that confused me. And scared me. I knew that if you detect it, you would never understand or forgive me, and our marriage would be over for sure, I thought often and shuddered about it. I knew exactly what I should do. What you would have wanted me to do. I should jump up, tell him to leave me alone and not come near me. I should even run outside and scream. But I wasn't going to do that. I knew that already. No matter what, I wasn't going to do that. My rational side was under no illusions that what I was doing with my uncle was wrong. How often I said to myself, 'I love Nadir, my husband, and I don't want to hurt him.' But then thought about Mansi, and our time together and it was enough to cause my body to react with longing for him and my whole body became suddenly hot, and then I was too far gone to care. I had the feeling that the acknowledgement that I have a secret sexual relationship with my own, old and ugly uncle, was somehow driving me to new heights of sexual ecstasy. I was disgusted with myself, but the additional guilt and shame only stoked the fires more. I needed to be punished, I thought often, for what I had done. Perhaps to bear his aggressive behavior and rough sex and how he took me with my eager obedience, was due to this feeling of punishment that I needed and I wanted. It would have been wickedly exciting for me like every other female to have been so near to any strange man, but the fact that it was my uncle doing this to me made it ten times more thrilling. There was no doubt in my mind that there was something deeply immoral about that. So, thank you that you let me say, what I needed to say. The complete and pure truth. Now I'll answer any question. Anything. Then, you can decide…”

Then she took a deep breath and stopped talking...

I just looked at her.

As she felt that I am waiting yet, she continued: “I'm sorry, Nadir. I shouldn't have done that. Letting him do that, and to continue it. Your first question could be why I let him at all, to start it? I don’t know why! Perhaps I did it because I wasn't thinking I was too shocked at first. I don’t know. Then after that first time, I couldn't help thinking. I couldn't help wondering. Why didn’t I stop him? I didn't know. I just knew I wanted him to do it again. It wasn't right but I couldn’t help...”

Now she was looking straight at me, her eyes intense and honest. Much more like the eyes I knew and loved.

Meena stopped again and took another two breaths. She seemed to be thinking hard about something; “No, I promised myself I'd be honest. You deserve that. And more…”

More breaths...

I began: “I know the people cheat, because it feels so good. And it's fun, but to explain it this way is not enough. Well, kinda. I know sex isn't wrong. But how and when and who it's with, can be wrong. Lots of things can be wrong if they're done in the wrong way, or the wrong place, or with the wrong people. But they can be right otherwise. Sex is wrong when someone is forced into it, or tricked into it, or doesn't understand what they're getting into, or when it's used as a way to try and control or manipulate someone. It seemed to me, you were forced to submit. But you told me you were not forced.” 

I paused some moments for her reaction or response but Meena blushed only. 

Then I continued: “Okay. I accept it, he did not all this and you were not manipulated, or forced or tricked into it. Is it not so?”

Meena said nothing, but only nodded with her head.

I went on: “Then what remains are two points. First; I believe, you cheated because he gave you a complete sexual satisfaction, more than our best times, isn’t it? And second: how is it now when you think about what happened and about him? Now if he was here and wanted to have you, would or could you resist against his will to fuck you? Give me an answer Meena, an honest answer!...”

There was a silent moment. 

Then Meena stood up, went into the kitchen. I could hear her getting a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water from the tap. I could hear her drink it down, all in one big gulp. Then I couldn't hear anything for a minute.

I wonder what she was doing.

Then she was back in the living room, standing in front of the kitchen door and without looking at me said: “Let me first cook for dinner, after that we can talk further.”

We were again at that point. She could tell me simply about the blackmailing and forcing at least at the beginning of their affair, to free herself.

But no, she preferred to hide this secret from me. On the other side, she wanted not to give me some lie as an answer.

I stood up and aware of her eyes on me, said forcefully: “I am leaving Meena and I don’t come back.”

Meena began weeping again and sighed: “I am trying by God, I am trying Nadir! Give me a little time. If you want to say anything, I promise to listen. If you want to ask me anything, I promise I'll answer fully. I promise. And then you will have a decision to make. One I forced you into. Which is why what I did is so wrong, here and now I say it thousands times. You'll have to decide what to do. And you should say, what comes next. Just give me a bit time..”

I didn't care. In fact, that was not what I wanted and planned. I had decided already what come next. 

I looked at her and said: “No. You know, most bothered me that you have secrets from me. It hurt worst. And now I have some more questions, and you are trying not to respond to them. I need your honesty and you have to be honest, if not we are going separate ways, I am sorry.”

“Okay, I promise, sit down, please.”

She was now more calm and relaxed...

 

As I sat down, she looked at my eyes and slowly said: ‘Yes!’

“What means ‘Yes’ Meena?”

“He gave me complete sexual satisfaction…”

“More than me?”

“Yes, more than you…”

“How is he? I mean on the bed? I can imagine he has a monster cuck…”

“Yes, he has a big cuck, and if it interests you, his cuck is beautiful. But size and form isn't as important as how you use it...” She said, but I could see she was thinking about it and was somehow excited.

Then she continued: “Besides, your six inches are plenty enough for me...”

“Then, if not the size and form, what did you so eagerly about him all the time, how was this, what you amphasize as -he used to use it-?!”

Meena breathed in deeply as if trying to gather the courage to talk about this theme and then said: “The way he did it made me to want it to do, what I did. Nadir, I did that because I wanted to. Because I find him almost irresistible. Because I was...”

She paused for a long beat. “.... Horny. He made me horny!”

Her eyes moved away from mine guiltily. Then back again: “You know, every time he was around, I was turned on and sexy. I apologized already for my behavior and this is also not an excuse. This is just an explanation. I don't have an excuse. As I said, I don’t know why, but I was horny when he was around and I wanted him to take me all time.”

Again a pause...

“You're allowed to be mad, for ever mad at me, and hate me. You're allowed to feel however you feel, and I understand you. But I must admit this, I am honest, Nadir, I swear. I was horny all the time when he was there and I wished and demanded him, deeply in my inward, to use me. I confess this and I emphasize this, even if that didn't give me the right to behave like that. Is this enough explanation? Are you satisfied?”

“I try to understand you Meena. Now tell me how is he in bed?”

“He is a complete macho. What else I can say? He acts as if I am, as a woman, beneath him, but never says it openly. I'd never considered the possibility of having an affair, Nadir, I was always faithful. I didn't want to lose my love and husband, but then with him I felt, I did need some good hot sex, the things he gave me. Our sex life had always been normal, even if I had very often no orgasms. But after the first time with him, I had the feeling that I needed something else, something which he gave me. You see, I know now that I have this submissive side to my personality which was always there, but I didn't know about it, and his dominant type and his aggressiveness revealed my this hidden side..”

"Keep telling. I know you have started to put on skirts."

"Yes for him."

"And you shaved your pussy for him.

"Yes. I did it, I did it because he asked me to do."

“Even while I was there to fuck with, you preferred to masturbate while thinking about him and screaming his name under the shower..”

Meena was surprised to hear this. At first she looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. 

But then after a short moment she simply nodded and said: “Please, this is hard enough to speak about. As I was in the bathroom, I thought about him and his trying to seduce me and I was very excited and so I just put my hand down between my legs and began to, you know, play with myself...”

“I don’t blame you Meena. Pleasuring yourself is a special treat that not only you, but everyone will always want to enjoy, even when one has a husband or wife. No one understands how to make you feel as good as you can make yourself feel!”

Meena smiled shortly and was after my interpretation a bit relaxed, and then went on: “You know, every time when he was there alone with me, I was very submissive and I needed his dominance. I needed to be under his control.”

“I know Meena. As I saw you both while loving each other, I saw the look on your face. It was one of total submission and the glow and the look of lust on your face was exciting. First, I must clarify this point. Due to your involvement and overtaxing of the incidents of last weeks and days, perhaps you yourself don’t understand your behavior and your body reaction and its responses. I am sure that you are not his slave. You are not a slave type. You are only a submissive wife, who serves by choosing to do so each time, but retains her will. A slave initially makes a choice to obey her Master at all times and then submits to the will of her Master at all times. A submissive accepts submission, while a slave accepts obedience. In my opinion, a submissive retains freedom of choice and a slave gives her freedom of choice to her Master. Right?”

Meena took a long moment to absorb what I am talking about. She was looking all time in my face, open-mouthed...

I repeated: "What do you think? Is this right?"

“I don’t know Nadir.”

She sat there and as if I am her psychiatrist to manage her problems, continued: “I thought all this time since it began, that this is my most humiliating sexual experience ever, but I couldn’t do anything about it and my sexual demands. Mansi's behavior simply satisfied me.”

“But why not with me, why while those long years we had not such a relationship?”

Meena was a little embarrassed, nevertheless she responded to my question immediately, as if she had thought about it already and found an answer anyway.

“I guess my shyness and troubles I had with sexual thoughts has hindered our sexual life a bit. To be truthful, as you know, I rarely, if ever, had an orgasm when we made love and as I noticed that this bothers you, I told you it is not important for me to orgasm, but sometimes after you rolled over and went to sleep, I masturbated in order to finish off not that I blamed or blame you the fault is pretty much mine for being too reluctant to tell you what I really wanted. Occasionally, when you would suggest that we try something different, like oral sex or me dressing sexy, I calmed up and usually indicated by my body language that I don't want to discuss it. You are very gentle and would never force these things on me, but sometimes I just wish that you would -useme and treat me a little rougher. But just my own uncle, Mansi was who initiated it and I must confess he is so as I wished you to be, he is not a beautiful or young guy, but ugly and old. Nevertheless, I could feel my panties getting damp just from his touch. I knew that this was not what a married woman should be doing, but 

I couldn’t stop my feelings. I'd often changed my panties twice after having soaked them through and through just thinking about what might happen when he got here. I hadn't realized I could actually produce so much cunt juice!...”

I had an erection after so much thinking and talking about their sexual encounter, especially after hearing what Meena told me so open and clear about her submission to Mansour and his power over her sexual feelings.

Automatically I tried to change and replace my growing bulge in my tight jeans.

I realized my hard-on would be completely obvious poking up under my jeans.

Meena noticed this, her eyes were wide with a kind of questioning, confusion and astonishment. She looked down at my groin for a quick second then back up at my face. 

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out at first, then she said: “It is strange, we speak about my betrayal, you are angry and in the next moment you have an erection, what's up Nadir? What means this?”

I didn’t respond directly. I thought this was ultimately the Moment I waited for, and then I thought I have to speak now or never...

I began: “Meena, listens carefully. When I accidentally discovered you two alone, while lovemaking, I totally engulfed in watching your uncle takes you. I saw him lying on top of you with his arms wrapped around yours and your legs wrapped around him. I saw when you screamed and continued to buck trying to get more of his cock into you. I saw you began to have a continuous orgasm, one which I didn’t know you can have so one. You had never such an orgasm with me. I looked at your face and thought to myself, for sure, you could feel the squirts of his cum as it fills your cunt. I saw in your face the moment as his hot cum shooting in your body and I saw in your eyes that you didn't want it to stop. 'And I didn't want it to stop either!' You remained in this position for long minutes and I could see your unbelievable continuous orgasm goes on and on. I didn't want that your orgasm to stop either! Yes, my dear, I saw you and I came and came as you both orgasmed! I needed to cum and I exploded in my own fist…”

I could see, Meena was completely confused...

“You are kidding me Nadir!”

“No my dear, I'm not, and you know I am not. You know me and you know when I'm kidding..”

“I don't believe what you try to say, you can’t be serious, really it excited you to see me and Mansi? I thought you loved me…”

“Didn’t you love me as you slept with him?”

“I loved you and I love you all time, forever…”

“Then you have to accept that this has nothing to do with the love. I love you, it is true. But at the same time, it amused me and I enjoyed when I saw you two fucking...”

She was looking at me open -mouthed and with wide eyes...

“Oh.. you for real Nadir?”

“Yes, I am Meena. If you can't believe it do it and you will see! It isn't weird or pervy the way I feel... Even when I see a dog is breeding his bitch, I became a hard on, because I have a normal and healthy sexual feeling. The nature does it. It is sex and the sex should be and is exciting. It stimulates and excites me to watch another man is so thrilled about your beauty and keen about your body, to see how eager is he to touch you, to kiss you and to love you. Sometimes I just wanked off as I thought about you two fucking, I did it, you know. I had an erection and my balls were to explode. What I would have done otherwise? My wife didn't care about me. She was fucking with her uncle and I had never tried with a whore and I didn't have an affair with some other slut. What I would have done except to look for a corner to take my dick out and masturbate silly? I could feel my dick getting harder and harder with all this talk about this theme…”

“Oh.. I... well... ah... umm..." I had... She stopped, as if not able to find words.

Suddenly she stood up and came to me, leaned forward and hugged me tightly. Then she went on her knees in front of me.

I continued in her ear, whispering: “I know and understand now I have a thing about you with another guy. I feel excited when I notice another one checks you out and so on. But as long as I know and feel you are always mine, it does no matter how much this goes on. You know, I searched and found surprisingly tonnes of material on the internet about such a tilt. I mean this is perhaps even a normal feeling. I as a man enjoy seeing and feel that a special woman, which is admired by others, belongs to me. It thrills me much to show others, the beautiful creature, who loves me and just me, and present them what she can!”

“But, what... what are we going to do Nadir? I am a little confused. You really want to see me have sex with others, don't you?”

I didn't respond for some moments. I was now completely erect.--

 

Meena noticed it, she giggled and while looking at my bulge, said seductively: “I like to take it out, I miss it...”

“Wait a minute, Meena. You have still a question to answer!”

“What? Which one?..” Meena asked, impatient.

My second question was: “How do you feel now, when you think about what happened and about him? And how would you react, if he was here and wanted to love you, would you resist against his will to have you?”

Meena kissed me on my lips and said: “Okay, let me see...” 

And after a very short pause went on: “Yes. I would and I could resist. No, I mean, I would go along with whatever you want me to do. So: what is it you wanted? Do you want me to give myself to him again?”

I paused one moment and then said: “First, you have the choice. What you want to do and with whom do you want to do something, matters. Second, for me, it is not important who your partner is, Meena. I know you like a guy who takes control of a situation and just grabs whatever he wants, it is okay with me. For me every one whom you like, is welcome to reach out and grab you where ever he wanted and take you how he likes, and you are free to let the other guys have fun with you. You did this already without my permission. I am not going to choose some lover for you, my dear. You choose and decide what you do and with whom. But now comes my share! I am going to have just an eye on you and what you are doing. I do not suggest anything. But I am the person, who has a veto right over anything! Actually, I am the one who has right to decide what is allowed and what not! You have not to explain anything, even you are not allowed to tell me something about your sexual activities, as long as you are not asked. I am going to be informed by you, when I want to be informed. When you need help regarding problems with your lover or lovers, it is okay to speak about it and get the help. But otherwise you are not allowed to tell me anything. On the other hand, you have to inform me even about details, if I want to know about. Now, you see, you have a decision to make, not me. One you forced yourself into! You'll have to decide what to do, Meena. Yes, you have to make a decision because you did something wrong. And you should say, what comes next and how our future like, and not me looks! But don't forget, whatever you decide, is obligated and there is no comeback. Do you understand me, my lovely cheating princess? You don’t need to apologize or try to find some excuse for your behavior. And now about the old Mansour; Your fat, ugly and disgusting uncle. Despite his giant or beautiful dick as you formulate, and his enchanting style fucking, he is too insignificant and unimportant to make me take revenge. He can’t bother me at all, even if he had intended to do so. He can come in my house, you can let him fuck you if you want, or he can disappear, I do not care. But I don’t accept when you allow somebody else who you are fucking with, to make me ridiculous and foolish. I do not allow that someone who you fuck with makes fun of me. One you need to know, before you inform me about your decision. The type of our relation from today on, and what

I demand, has not to do with revenge. I need just to have a control over my life, over my love and over my property. Yes, my lovely wife, I consider you as my property! Now you can order me to go out from your house and to go away from your life, and I will disappear for always, or you can say please stay and I will stay, but just under my conditions…”

I pronounce all this in a brief and concise set: “Meena, if you demand me to stay with you, I am going to be your Master, in the strict sense! You will be not my slave, but my property, at every given moment…”

Then, before she starts to respond, I stood up and went into the bathroom. I wanted to give her just a short puzzle time. I knew this is not an easy decision for her. But as I came back, she was sitting there completely relaxed. 

She looked in my eyes as I sit down and before I say something, she whispered: “I want you to stay Nadir, please, I accept everything.”

“Are you sure, Meena?”

“I trust you, Nadir. But can I ask something, please?” Meena was getting herself in her new role!

“Perhaps you have your answer here: Yes! I love you Meena, not less than yesterday or less than before three months or three years! And no! I am not going to give you any information about my resources and the ways of my control and eventual detections. You never hear about it from me. Is there any other question?”

“No!”

“Okay, I leave for the hotel to get my suitcase. When I come back, I am going to take you, be ready!”

“Yes, my Master!”....

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