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

[Lollobionda]

’A serious Condition - 20’ …

In the Morning as I woke, Meena was not more in bed. I heard her from the bathroom, showering. 

As she came out, she was wrapped in her bathrobe.

She saw me already awake and kissed me on my lips and said: ‘Happy birthday, my lord. Did you sleep well?’

- Thank you my lady, yes, I slept well.

- Do you like to do something special today?

- No, just stay home and laze about!

- Agreed, and if you need something particular, I am here to fulfill your wish!

Meena said and giggled: “I know it.”

All day, I guess, I was too deeply involved in my thoughts. I didn't know why.

But Meena noticed this and fiinally, at afternoon as we were sunbathing and swimming turned to me and asked: ‘What is the problem, Nadir?’

- What do you mean? Which problem?

- Don't try to hide such things from me. I know you, you are today upset all the time!

- I don't know Meena. Perhaps because today is my birthday and I feel a year older!

- You are so stupid!

But it was reasonably honest of me to say so, I felt me a bit older and not so fit in my body like Hamed. Actually since last night, I was comparing me all time with this Greek statue! At this moment the phone rang. I hurried into the building and took it. It was Hamed, who wished me a pleasant birthday and thanked for our hospitality.

I took the receiver with me and told him he can speak with Meena, if he wants.

Meena was surprised at first, but after some minutes they were busy talking about everything.

I get new juices from the kitchen and as I came back, I heard Meena: “I don't know Hamed, Nadir must decide..”

And then laughingly continued: "No, not only today due to his birthday! But every day and every moment he decides over my life and what I am allowed to do!"

And after a short pause to listen to him, she giggled and added: “Yes, even more, he is my Lord!”

And then turned to me: “He invites us next Saturday for dinner.”

“I am agreed, but wait a minute, we had decided to go to the movie, isn’t it the same Saturday?”

“Oh yes, you are right.”

And then told in the receiver: “No, we visit a new movie, but wait a minute Hamed...”

Then she asked me quietly with a smile: “Does it bother you I ask him if he likes to go with?"

“No, if you like, you can ask him. And his answer was an clear and immediate yes, as I supposed!”

After her phone call Meena told me about him. She informed me that he comes from a very rich family, but he has no contact with them.

Meena said that she didn’t know why, but he is very alone and had just for a short time a girlfriend some years ago.

“Okay, you want to say, he is a poor Boy!”

“No, he is not a poor boy. You are so bad Nadir, I know what you mean, you think sure over my statement about Mansi as I said my uncle is poor…” And she laughed.

- Okay, I hope then he doesn’t need you, like Mansour!

- Nadir! Don’t make me angry!

- What do you do if I succeed?!

- Making me angry?

- Yes.

- Then, I am going to bite your tongue to stop talking so stupidly…

The next days went on rapidly. We had every day after working in the hospital, some nice trips to beautiful areas around the city with the new car.

And finally the Saturday came.

At seven o’clock we were waiting for Hamed at the entrance of the cinema.

Meena looked fantastic in her new greenblue dress, which was knee-length. As Hamed arrived and saw us, he was one moment speechless.

And then he said to Meena: “I bet you are at this moment the most beautiful woman in the city.”

Meena blushed, looked at me and then again at him and responded: “Thank you very much.”

He himself looked as always very good. We went in and got our reserved tickets.

I had intentionally reserved three chairs with the last one next to the aisle. I wanted to see which one takes Hamed and which one takes Meena.

He was the first to sit and he took the farthest one and Meena stood waiting for me, to go in. It seemed she didn’t want to sit next to him. Was this intentional? Sure, but was it because she considered me? About this, I was not sure.

All the time while the movie, Meena had my right hand in hers and on her left thigh and at least two times she kissed me, slightly on my lips.

After Movie, according to plan, we went to our known Italian restaurant, as Meena had wished and Hamed had reserved.

It was a pleasant evening. After dinner, I invited Hamed for a glass wine to us. We drank some wine and chatted about everything while listening to music.

It was about eleven as I pretend I am very sleepy and stood up and said: "I don’t want to disturb you two, you can continue, but I have to go sleep."

Then I said good night and left.

Meena was speechless and just looked at me appalled.

I got upstairs and into the bedroom, first changed quickly and then went out, and stood next to the steps in the aisle. I could hear them now, clearly. This remembered me of the nights some weeks ago! I was excited again, but this excitation was not mixed with the rage. This time another type feeling was there.

A combination of excitement and anxiety. My heart beat was highly frequented and there was for sure high concentrations of Adrenaline in my blood, like previous nights, as I was watching. But this time, in my brain and my mind, the fury of seeing my loving wife is cheating on me with an older man, was replaced by the fear of losing her, my other half, my love, to a younger man.

I heard Meena is speaking: “And why? Why they didn’t want to hold you back, you were their son. How could they do it?”

I thought: ‘Typically my Meena, she is involved in emotional problems of the life of others again!’

He didn’t respond at first, but then said: “Please let it be, I don’t like to speak about them. I like more to speak about you...” And then stood up and while approaching her, continued: “And me.”

Now he stood next to her seat. He leaned forward and murmured: “I must confess, as I saw you for the first time, I thought: this is a woman! I am in love with you Meena! I know you love your husband; he is really a lucky beggar. I know I am a bit late in your life. I don’t know what to do. I want to be next to you all time…”

Meena looked one time more completely paralyzed.

She was surprised and with wide eyes and open mouthed, sat there and looked at him.

I knew if they wanted to begin a real relationship, I could not do anything about it.

I felt this time, so helpless. I couldn't understand me, what was happening?

Was I this time guilty?

Did I provocate the happenings?

If yes, why I wanted it to?

And if no, how could I be so blind?

Now I knew this was for real and I was not ready for it to happen.

I wanted just a sexual impulse just to play and not more and I wanted every movement exact under my control…

But now it was moving in another direction, and soon I had no control over it...again...

I was waiting for her reaction. No, not just waiting for it, but her reaction was my only hope but she was silent and just looking at his face.

Hamed told her quietly: “Meena I want to dance with you, please just one short dance.”

Meena stood up without hesitation and finally came some word out: “With pleasure, my dear.”

'My dear..? My dear..!' Did I lose something already? Were there some prelims I didn’t record, in the past final minutes? Or she thinks this is me, who wants to dance with her? I had a hard on. My old friend in my pants was answering to the moments of happenings!

Hamed grabbed Meena and pulled her into his arms rather slowly and they started to dance to the slow music.

He was openly pressing my wife to him as he tried to kiss her. But Meena turned her face slightly to the other side and he kissed her cheek. His hands were cupping my wife's waist. My cock was hard as Meena looked up at him, smiled, and then, this time she kissed his cheek.

Three songs later they were still dancing. But there were no progresses. She was controlling him and presumably herself.

Just from time to time a small kiss on the cheeks.

Then finally Meena told him, that she is tired and better to stop.

As they sat on the sofa, this time next to another, he turned to Meena and asked: “Is there any chance for me, Meena?”

Meena looked at his face, smiled, kissed his cheeks one time more and said: “Look my dear Hamed, I like you very much. You are a wondeful Young man. But as you said, I am a married wife and I love my husband. I love Nadir, without ending. You and me, we two are friends and stay friends. But not more. Me and Nadir, had in the last time some difficult days. I have now to keep an eye on my suffered love; this is for me, my most important job and my duty for next years, as Long as I live. I am not allowed to gamble my marriage, Hamed. Do you understand me? I am so sorry, because I like you very much. But I can’t change the situation…”

I thought that was it. I was relieved. And really.

Hamed stood up after some minutes thinking, and said; “Okay, thank you both. I think, I am leaving now. It is late and you are tired…”

I hurried back into the bedroom and lain down. As Meena came in, she noticed that I am still awake. 

She was blushing in her face and looked really angry: “What do you think what are you doing Nadir? What are you planning? What have you in Mind? Are you trying to begin a game?”

“What do you say if I say yes?”

“Okay, I accept what you do. I thought in the last days, it is really just a play. But obviously you want more. A real game, with real people and real adventures!”

“Yes, I would like…”

“But not with him, Nadir. First, as I said, I like him as my brother, and I don’t want to begin some affair with him, because he is a romantic type and I don’t want him suffer because you like to play a game. It is not fair.

And second: are you really serious. I mean, do you really want me to have sex with somebody else? Can you hold up with it? I mean, are you so tolerant? Would you not complain and be mad at me and even at yourself after that? I mean I for my part, don’t want anybody else other than you in my bed. I love you over everything, and you satisfy me completely. But if you want me to, I’ll do it. You know this. I’ll do anything what you wish. But if you insist about it you have to choose somebody else and not Hamed…”

“I thought you like him…”

“I like many people, but it doesn’t mean I am going to bounce into the bed with each one of them!”

“Okay, now come here.”

“You, are a wicked, randy dog! Aren’t you?” She giggled. She was after her statement more relaxed. 

“Yes, perhaps!” I responded.

“But my Lord has to behave!”

“Excuse me if I bothered you, baby. But you have to choose and not me, I am not going to sleep with him!”

“Why not, my horny husband!”

She giggled and tickled my side. And then she was a little bit serious: “One thing you have to know, before you start with your game. This is your game, I will in no case risk our love and marriage, not more! If you decide for a game, you have to stop it also, if it is too much for you."

I said firmly: “Yes, I understand and I promise. Now, do you bounce into my bed? Please?”

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