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

[Lollobionda]

'The Favorite One - 22’ …

The next day was fortunately a Saturday and we could sleep longer.

Especially Meena was very exhausted after the last night adventure.

She was the one who immediately after coming back from the bathroom, wished to leave for home, and we left Yakub's suit.

I stood up in the morning and after showering and shaving left to Bakery to get fresh bread. I was busy in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast as Meena got down.

She embraced me from back and murmured: “I love you, my Lord. I love you so…”

I turned around and kissed her lips and said: “I love you more.”

“No, more is not possible! Don’t lie to me!”

While breakfasting, I asked: “What do you think about Yakub? He gave me his business card to contact him, when we are in the capital city.”

“According to me, you can chuck away his card!” She replied indifferently, looking at her coffee.

“Really, so bad?” I asked curiously.

“You know, he is a perfect example of a selfish, macho man...” She looked up seriously at me.

“I… I don’t understand, you had your fun, I thought…”

She put her coffee mug on the table and continued seriously: “Yes, my fun. I had it. Okay, let us look deeper at my fun as you mean. One third of my fun was pure mental, due to you, because you had fun, I enjoyed because you were enjoying it, and I was with all my mental existence with you, second third was half mentally and half physically, to look at your face and see you watch me, you watch me fucking another man, then my body contact with you, I mean kissing, touching and so on and just the third part has been because of sex with him and this part was absolutely a bodily reaction, a physiological response of my physical body. My dear Doctor! You should know it better. In this last third was no mental process. He could be a vibrator or dildo!

I have to mention that I had left his suit just at the beginning if you were not there!”

“Okay. I see. But in spite of it, you must admit that he had an endurance to mention!”

“Yes, I have to admit, he is a man with stamina. But finally a vibrator has an exemplary stamina too!” She giggled.

Then after a short pause and one sip of coffee our conversation went on, as she continued: “He needed a puppy not a living person and for me he was just a functioning toy, I mean dildo...

Yes, he was a real sex machine...

Yes, exactly, just a sex machine…

Do you know what a sex machine is? I mean sex machine or fucking machine.

Let me guess, a man who can do sex uninterrupted?

In this sense, also a woman can be a sex machine, but I mean a real machine?"

"You mean not a human being? Never seen or heard... I know just one sex machine, the song of -James Brown!- If you mean him, I cannot express myself about him, I just know his songs!"  And she laughed loudly.

"Okay, no, not him. But a sex machine as a device. I know it for some weeks, as I was searching in Internet. I show you…”

Then I took my Laptop and googled and showed her: “A sex machine, also known as a fucking machine, is a mechanical device used to simulate human sexual intercourse. It is a more sophisticated version of the vibrator...“

"But I prefer the living one, even if not so powerful or with such an endurance as this machine. Admittedly, this is your game, but I can have my opinion and say it if you ask? Right?”

“For sure my baby, for sure. But I was astonished about your statement about Yakub, the poor one tried hard to give you what he has!”

“No, this is not right. He tried hard to demonstrate his sexual power and abilities, to show them not just to me and you, but even himself! I bet he has at present a strong mid-life crisis!”

“At forty?”

"Yes, it is the same like women, some get their menopause at forty and others at sixty! And you at seventy!"

"Nonsense!"

I stood up and took my coffee glass to go into the kitchen and then get out to enjoy the fresh weather and sun.

Meena said: “Let it be. I bring you coffee.”

As we sat to pool, I continued our conversation: “Okay, I am going to give his business card away...”

She looked at me smiling and said: “You can keep it, I wanted just to announce that he is not my favorite lover! But this is your game...”

“And your Mansi uncle? What is the difference? You said he is a macho too!” I teased.

“Yes, but in another way. He is not just a fucking machine, as you call it. There is a difference. Apart from this, that was not your game with Mansi!” And she giggled seductively looking at me.

“Are you sure, you naughty girl?” I laughed back wickedly.

Meena looked at me and said: “Yes I am sure. I am not going to forget how you reacted when you knew it! Not so long as I live! By the way I don't like to speak about that...”

“As always, when it comes to him, you try to interrupt the talking...”

“Can not you imagine why?’ Meena asked, I saw she is a little upset.”

“Well, I...”

“Look Nadir, it is not too difficult to understand it. I'm embarrassed, I am ashamed for it, for the happening. I love you and you are my husband. No matter how this all excites you sexually, it is mortifying and painful for me to be remembered or asked about it. Is that not enough reason to refuse to speak about it? Please...”

I felt she was a bit agitated: “Okay, baby, I promise not to mention it, but just a question still...”

"Questions, questions, just questions, you have to know everything...”

“Yes, I love you and I need to know everything about you.”

“What do you want to know this time?”

Meena was a little upset still, I could hear this in her voice.

"Can you please tell me how should your favorite, I mean ideal partner for love making to look like, to behave or be?!”

She smiled, now more relaxed: "There is one and I know him for some weeks."

I looked curiously and astonished: “You know him too. Bend down to the water of the pool, then you can see him!”

And she smiled and leaned forward and said: "I am going to change for my other favorite lover, sun!’

Then she kissed me open-mouthed and adds: ‘Namely he likes to see and feel my body!’

“Your sweet body!”

“Yes, my sweet body!”

We were about half an hour silent.

Meena was sleeping while sun bathing and I swam with intervals.

As I saw that she is awake again, I went to her and while bending down to her beach chair, asked: "Is my angel awake?"

"Yes, I was dreaming." She smiled into my eyes.

- A beautiful one?

- Somehow!

- An erotic one?

‘You think just about one thing all time!’ And giggled.

- When I look at you, that is my first physiological reaction, mentally and physically!

- I dreamed about my college days and my friends in the college!

"Oh, okay. I remember some of them. There was, let me see... Maaa... yes Maryam.

A very beautiful girl.”

- Be careful what you say, my dear husband, I am not so tolerant like you!

- You know better that I have only eyes for you. Not only eyes, I mean!

“You are so bad, Nadir! Did you think those times really that Maryam is more beautiful than me...?”

“Now you are so bad my angel! Did I tell ever that she is more beautiful? Yes, I remember, perhaps she was obviously more seductive but not more beautiful…”

Meena gave me a slap on my buttock and said: "You need to be punished. No lunch today." Then she paused. I saw she was thinking and abruptly said, "Really. I wouldn't accept or tolerate your relationship with another woman, I am too possessive about my love and my man, you know?"

"You are just a jealous type, my lady."

“You can interpret is as you like, anyway it does not come into question if it is also planned in your filthy game program...”

“I am not interested in another woman, you know it already. Then this discussion is useless. Be relaxed, my baby, be relaxed! But...”

'But what?'

“Perhaps to watch you and another beautiful female creature together, this is some subject to think about! Perhaps I plan this for the future, in my filthy game program!”

She giggled and said: "You want to share me with somebody, male or female, it makes no difference apparently. Right, my Lord?"

“Perhaps this is generally right but there is some difference between the two versions!”

There was again a silence for some minutes.

Then Meena asked me unexpectedly: "Now exceptionally, have I a question. Okay?"

Meena looked at me with wicked glance and nasty smile; "Which situation excites you more, to watch me with another man or to have sex with me?"

"These two are not to compare."

"Why not? Just simply answer me. Which one do you enjoy more?"

Before I answer, the gate door rang.

Meena stood up and said: "I am going to take a shower and then make something for lunch. You are forgiven for your insolence!" And got into the house.

The ringing of the gate, was really my salvation. I had to thank the one who was there.

It was my earnest to answer Meena, that, these two are not comparable; watching her with another man in action? Or fucking her personally? Which was more exciting for me? I hadn't yet thought about this. But if I could have both simultaneously, wow! 

I thought. With theses thoughts in mind, I went to the gate and opened it.

There stood uncle Said with a very young guy, about eighteen or nineteen.

We waited always for Said, our gardener, Mondays, it means the day after tomorrow, in this case. Normally Mondays he came before we were on the way to hospital.

He apologized to disturb us and introduced the Young guy, as his nephew, Murad.

I invited them in, and we went inside the house.

They sat in our living room and I brought them two glasses of fruit juice.

Meena was upstairs, showering.

Uncle Said informed me that his nephew, comes from the village and in one month begins his technical study in the university. Up to now Murad had lived in his village with his family and now he is moving to the city to his uncle Saeid. He is a good gardener, he emphasized, just like him knows everything about gardening. Now he wanted to know if we could imagine Murad to work for us weekly instead of him. Uncle Saeid said that he is going to be retired and has not much energy to work. Murad was a slim young man at my height, with short brown hair and a pair of deep black eyes and with somehow a bit uncertain behavior. I thought this was normal for such a young man at his age, especially when he comes from the village. We chatted about his study and we planned for him to come every Sunday about midday for the gardening.

At the same moment as we agreed about everything, Meena got downstairs.

They greeted each other and Saeid introduced his nephew to Meena and they stood up to leave. 

After they left, I got upstairs for a shower and Meena cooked.

While lunch I said: "His nephew is a shy but a polite young guy."

"Yes. But he looks not to be strong enough for gardening. He looks more like a student."

"For sure he looks so, finally he is a student!"

“Okay, yes. But couldn't uncle Said continue to work just for us? I have a bit problem with Murad's Sundays presence here. It would limit our freedom on our day off at home.”

“Uncle Said will certainly continue to work for my parents. But he is now old and tired and can't work much and our garden is not small. Perhaps we can change it, I mean the Sundays arrangement, I'll see. Let him first start to work... But if you miss Said, I can invite him sometimes to us, or even you can do this privately!”

Meena looked at me. Saw my wicked smile, laughed and said: "You are so unbearable."

"Okay, this means yes, I'll do it for us!"

And so outrageous is this man....

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