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

[Lollobionda]

’The Promised Day - 28’


Damn, I love Spring and the summer! And now it is going to change… 
It is going to be colder and colder, but before that, I was waiting for an exciting adventure between my wife and Murad, our young Gardner…
These were my thoughts in the last days just before the promised day arrives.
In the last days of these two weeks, I was again alternating between despair and excitement. Even after experiencing our last adventures, my mind was very busy and my body in a permanent voltage! And as the days passed this tension became more and more obvious.
But up until Saturday at eight o’clock, I observed no signs of nervousness by Meena.
She was calm and relaxed as always and she made no mention of any special kind about our planned weekend and we had no chatting about the day of Murad’s visit.
I, anyway was mentally prepared for a memorable day, hopefully very passionate one.
Friday evening while dinner, she was silent, and as I mentioned about Murad’s visit.

She smiled, looked in my eyes and responded: ‘Yes, did you think I have forgotten?’

I laughed and said: ‘For sure not! Such a thing is not to forget.’

“I hope you have not forgotten your promise too!”

“What a promise?”

She became serious: ‘This will be our last meeting with him.’

“Yes, I know I have promised and it remains. But I have a request.”

She looked questioning at my face and waited.

“I want you to behave free. If he tries and you want to let him or at least you are displeased, then do it. Do not wait for me. Tomorrow you will be free. I don’t want to feel guilty…”

Meena laughed loud: ‘You're kidding!’

“No, certainly not!”

“My poor darling, what are you trying to tell me? I love you and this is not just because of you, but there is something in me which prevents to have sex with some other man when you are not there. I feel me cheap, l feel me unfaithful and disloyal… I feel I am cheating on you…”

“But with Mansour you had never this feeling!”

“Why do you try to hurt my feelings Nadir? We had discussed this so often…”

“Excuse me, I do not try to hurt you intentionally. But I feel this does not fit.”

“Why don’t you just say; ‘I want you to behave like a whore for Murad, to be his slut…’ this is what you like me to do Nadir, or not…?”

I didn’t respond to her Question and stood up to go in the living room. She was a little bit irritated and I didn’t want to intensify this. In the bedroom, just before to sleep,

I kissed her and said: ‘Excuse me, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Be yourself and do just what you like to do…’

She looked in my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips and said: ‘No., I’ll do what you like me to do…’

On Saturday after waking up, she was obviouly more bright and cheerful in the morning., normally Meena is not a morning person.
As she came downstairs to make breakfast, I was sitting in the living room after getting the fresh bread from the Bakery.
Before that Meena was upstairs in the bathroom. This took longer than usual and I knew she was preparing herself for the date.

As she appeared in the living-room, I looked at her face and said provocatively: ‘Are you ready?’

She laughed and answered: ‘If you are, then I am ready too, but first I like to have my breakfast…’

“Yes, we have time, your date is not yet there…”

“Oh, you meant Murad, I thought you were speaking about me and you…” She giggled.

“Don’t mess around. You will know what I am talking about.” I said, and continued:

“Hopefully you didn’t forget what I said about to feel yourself free and to do what you like, or let him do what he likes if you want to. Just don’t consider where I am and what I do or think…”

“Yes, my lord, and I promise you are going to watch another Meena today…” And giggled further.

I looked at her as she worked in the kitchen, singing along with the music from the radio and I thought to myself, Meena is in a very flirty mood today.
She wore a sexy outfit. Just a light summer dress which revealed her beautiful breast and her well-formed legs up to her knees. Even with some fantasy you could see the curvature of her sexy buttocks under the dress. She was just gorgeous, admirable woman…
Just shortly after our Breakfast Murad was there.
As the doorbell rang, Meena looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders.
She got up and opened the door, then she hurried out.
I heard her and his voice clearer as they were close to the house.

“Yes, Nadir is at home.”

As they entered into the living room, I walked toward Murad with an outstretched hand: ‘Welcome Murad. Come on in and have a seat.’

His handshake was firm and strong. I thought such a grown young man that was our Gardner and meanwhile the Lover of my wife, is definitely not a junior-higher anymore, as I thought some weeks ago.
He turned and walked over to the living room couch and took a seat while Meena walked towards the kitchen.

“How is your study and how are your family?” I asked.

“Everything okay. I have already got a temporary job in a private company.”

“Really? Wow, this is interesting.”

At this moment Meena came out from the kitchen with a glass of Lemonade for him. Then looked at me and sat down.
I was thinking as if our last sex adventure has been just a dream! Now we all behaved so if three weeks ago, there was nothing special between us.

Murad was a little bit nervous. He drank his Lemonade in a gulp and stood up: ‘I think it is better for me to begin my work.’

“Okay. We are leaving for shopping, or should I go alone?”

“I prefer to stay home, if you don’t mind.”

Meena answered me while following Murad with her eyes as he went out: ‘I prefer to be alone with my Gardner…’

She continued while smiling and looking meaningfully in my eyes and added softly: “I feel Murad is in need of some encouragement and this will be difficult for me in your presence, even if we had a very open and wild adventures some weeks ago…”
Then she came to me and kissed me passionately on my Lips.
Meena’s behavior was certainly completely different from other such occasions. She felt herself really free as I watched her.
Murad was also a bit surprised at first as he sat there. He looked often at me to study my reactions. I reacted normal, but all the time there was a chill in my soul that just wouldn’t go away.
I left for upstairs, controlled if the recording cameras are on then I went back and kissed Meena and got out. As I was driving out I saw in my back mirror Meena is coming out of the building and Murad, who was in the Guest changing house came out too. He had his work clothing on.
As I rode to Market, I thought again about our last adventurous time.
In the last days I had the feeling that Meena lacked a sense of sexual adventure and her somewhat shy personality has made talking frankly about sex difficult for us.
I have always enjoyed seeing her in a sexually aroused condition, and she has always expressed this. Sometimes, though, I wish she were a little less shy and less considerate about me but a little wilder. And now, previously in the last minutes, I had the feeling, that this is the Meena I wished her to be.
After one hour as I came back, first there was nothing to observe in the garden.
I parked the car and went in. I heard Meena from the kitchen.

“Are you back, darling?”

“Yes, where is Murad?”

“He is in the Garden, still working.”

I was a little disappointed. I took my purchases to the kitchen. She smiled at my face and continued her work.

“What happened..?”

“Nothing special. First, he has to work. He is payed to work as Gardner and not as my lover!” Meena answered and then giggled: ‘But the ice is broken…’

“Oh, really? Okay. If you don’t need me, I go upstairs and come back in half an hour.”

“It is okay. I have to cook. We eat about twelve. He’ll be for sure then very hungry…”

I let the recordings run, as soon as I was in my study: When my car was leaving Murad looked in my direction as soon as I was out of sight, he approached to Meena, who was standing near the door of the main Building. Then he stood shortly in front of her…

Meena smiled and told him softly: “Hey my friend!”

Murad said nothing, but took first her hand and then her shoulder and pulled her to him and pressed her against his chest and then tried to kiss her. She accepted his lips and they kissed.
I could see that his hands gentling her, smoothing her back, her hips, sides, his thumbs just nudging the side of her breasts.
Meena reached up and wrapped her arms about his neck. He moved his hand downward and put them on her firm rounded cheeks and pulled her to him. I thought to myself that my wife for sure felt at this moment his need for her prodding against her tummy.
Then one of his hands cupped her breast and she let it explore the outside of her, tingling at his touch and then he was pushing the material higher, revealing her firm uplifted breasts with her nipples straining to reach him. There was a searing flash between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her and his other hand lifted the hem of her dress. She tried to pull his hand away as he let it slide up her thigh, over her silken inner skin, but he took both of her hands and held them high above her head, gripped tightly in one of his.

“Don’t move, just stand like this…!” Murad whispered.

I had an enormous erection and I was sweating a little bit, as I watched their game.

“No, no Murad, please don’t, not here, Nadir might come…” She said urgently.

“Meena I am on fire. Don’t you feel me? Will you just do as I tell you. Now stand still and don’t take your arms down. I’m going to let go of your wrists, but please don’t take your arms down. Please?“

“Please don’t, not here. Please Murad, we have time. I promise you, after lunch,

I come to you in the guest house… Not now. Please.”

Murad stayed still for a short while, then turned around and went into the garden.

“After lunch, I’ll be yours…”

Murad just nodded and said: ‘Okay. I ‘ll waits.’

I was astonished.
What is going on in her mind?
It was strange. They had time and she stopped him.
The only possible explanation for her behavior came at this moment in my mind: She wants me to be there. At least to be near to her and to happenings.
She cannot overcome this need. Just thinking that I am not there stops her to go on and let it happen.
I was satisfied with this statement. Then I stood up and went downstairs.
Not only the poor Murad had to wait!
But not too long, soon it was the lunch time!
While Lunch we chatted about everything but just not about something that for sure, everyone was busy with it in his mind!
There was a latent nervousness obvious in the dining-room.
Afterwards Murad left to finish his work in the Garden.
Meena was busy in the kitchen and I sat in the living room to enjoy my Coffee.
After some minutes Meena came out and sat down to me. 

Then leaned forward, kissed my lips lightly and whispered in my ear: ‘I promised him to visit him in the guest house. Do you go with?’

“But I didn’t promise him!”

“You are so bad. That means you let me go to him?”

“Yes, sure. But only if you like.”

“I see.”

“Anyway, in the meantime, I am going to watch TV.”

Meena went upstairs and as she came down, she hasn’t changed, but she had e fresh makeup.
She said nothing, but got out immediately.
I hurried upstairs to my study and turned the screen on.
I saw Murad sits in the living room of the guest house.
He was waiting as Meena arrived. He looked at her who shot the door and stood there, leaning with back to the door, in some feet distance to him. Murad stood up and approached her.
Today he had an unbelievable self-confidence.

“Yes, my dear Meena, where did we stop? Oh, yes, please…”

Then he took again as before her hands and took them high above her head, gripping tightly in one hand of his: “Stand quite still with your arms up, baby…”

Meena closed her eyes in silent submission.
The grip on her wrists relaxed and he cautiously released her. She stood as he had demanded, her back to the door.
Murad began to lift the hem of her dress, his fingers drifting higher and obviously his fingers were touching the gap between her legs.
I watched as he slipped his finger under the edge of her panties. He grabbed the gusset of her panties and pulled down to give himself more room to feel my wife’s hidden womanhood. His hand was inside her panties, I could imagine he is feeling her choot, and the wetness running from her. I could focus and enlarge now the picture from the camera. His middle finger discovered her hole and pushed for entrance. She whimpered as her tight muscle tried to deny him, but his finger probed and circled and finally pushed again, her body yielded and she felt the tip of him inside her.

“Murad please don’t, please stop, it's hurting me. Please be tender.” She whimpered.

“Open wider my dear. Spread for me. Do it, please…” Murad commanded.

I watched as her feet move apart, opening for him as he had demanded. Murad’s hands moved to the waistband and she felt him tugging, felt her white panties begin to slip down and over her hips. Her tiny protection was slipping down her legs, leaving her helplessly exposed to him.

He pulled them down to her knees and said: ‘Now take them off, please…’

Meena stepped out of her Sandals and obediently reached down and slid them over her feet. His fingers had fumbled with the catch at the top of her dress. She felt it loosen and moved above her shoulders and as he released it from her arms, it tumbled down her legs to lie puddled at her feet. His hands grabbed the straps of the white silk bra, released them from her shoulders, opened the front clips of the bra and let it free to fall down on the floor.
My beautiful wife was now totally naked in front of this young lad. She stood before him, one hand covering her pubic hair and the other arm across her nipples shielding the nakedness of her heaving breasts.

Murad laughed: ‘Why do you hide them from me? I know your body baby, have you forgotten?’

“No, I know, but…”

He interrupted her: ‘Put your arms over your head and open your legs…’ Murad ordered her.

Meena delayed shortly and looked at the window.
I thought, she wants to know if I am near.

“No Murad, please, please, no, if he comes…” She whispered: “I don’t want him to see me like this…”

He repeated calmly and dominant: ‘Meena, I said arms over your head and legs spread wide for me. You didn’t forget your Promise, did you? You told me, today you’ll be mine and you’ll do what I will. Do you remember?’

Meena looked at his face and mutely raised her arms and spread her legs.
He was fumbling at the front of his trousers and she heard the sound of his zipper.
She couldn’t help looking down as he opened himself, reached inside and pulled out his beautiful big cock.
He held it in his hand, massaging its length, preparing it for her.
At this moment I palpated my cock and thought to myself my erection is in the same stage as Murad! 
All the last minutes, his boldness astonished me. To be quite honest, I was very amazed over his changed Behavior.
He was now a dominant and decisive character. How could it be in a such short time?
I thought. Perhaps he was just acting so because he had the feeling that he needs to play the game so, otherwise she let him don't get what he wants…
Murad looked at her breasts, which proudly lifting as she nervously panted.
Her nipples were hard and pointing. He stepped closer.
I could see and for sure she felt it, the roughness of his cotton shirt pressing against the soft skin of her naked breasts.
His hand cupped a breast, the other holding his cock and nudging the end of it between her open thighs. He bent his knees slightly and rubbed the purple headend of his cock on her clit and she jerked and whimpered at the erotic touch.
I was sure that his cock is now coated with her juices, which was flowing from her slit.

“Good, it is very good…”

Murad grunted and continued: ‘Now open your choot with your fingers. I’m going to fuck you Meena. I know you are dying for it.’

My beautiful wife, Meena, was now totally and submissively under his control. This was a Dominance and Submission game, which Murad was playing and he was successful at it. How did he know about her such an Inclination? Did he discover the last time? Was this just an accident? Meena was now willingly playing with.

Murad said: ‘Open wider, Meena. Open for me. I must see it as well as feel it. I must see the treasure…’

She reached down and slipped her hand between her legs. Her finger found her hole and slipped inside. She stretched herself and inserted a second.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a how I like. Are you ready for me now Meena? Do you want my cock in you? Do you want me to fuck you…?”

She moaned.

“Meena you must answer me are you ready for me? Do you want my cock to fuck you?”

Meena’s reply was a moan and closed her eyes: ‘Yes….’

Murad looked at her face and groaned: ‘Keep looking at me all the time. Do not look away and do not close your eyes. Look at me all the time and let your arms rest by your side. Do you understand Meena?’

She nodded.

“Tell me you understand. Tell me what you must do…”

Meena repeated his instructions.

“Good girl. You are doing very well… Now hold my cock with your hand….”

Then he lifted her, to put it against her hole.
As he lowered her gently I saw that his cock penetrates her, possess her and as he began to pump inside she responded and began to grind her clit against his pubic bone.

“Is this good, Meena? Do you like it..?”

“Oh god, oh god yess.. do it to me give it to me.. don’t talk just do me.” Meena begged.

“Did I hear you say you want to be fucked..?”

Murad teased: “Are you ready Meena, are ready to be fucked?”

“Yes, yes… do it, please…”

Meena begged again and by instinct, her hands grabbed his upper arms while she lifted her right leg and her calve came to rest on his hips.
I looked at his manly body and muscles as he stood like a Statue planted on the floor.
I saw Meena quivered as she anxiously awaited what would follow.
His arms flexed as he held her there.
She was motionless as if mesmerized by the brutal strength that he exerted over her at this moment and it enflamed her lust even more.
Slowly, he began to move himself forward in her body.
I could imagine now that his cockhead radiating heat from its tip through her opening and spreading up the walls of her pussy and through her abdomen.
Meena embraced him and allowed herself to melt onto him as he began to push his dick more into her waiting cunt.
Then I watched her as she dropped her eyes for a moment to watch as it forced her tender pussy lips to stretch.
I could hear her breath which came in short gasps as Murad’s hardness began to fill her.
She whimpered as he pulled her more and more to his manhood and as inch by inch he forced the penetration they both so desired.
Again Murad flexed his arms, raising my sexy wife until just the tip of his dick touched and brushed her opening, then lowered her Purposeful.
Meena was at his mercy, I thought to myself as I watched them.
I felt I was going near to explode, but I tried to restrain myself and not to ejaculate before them.
With one final effort, Meena sank onto his prick until her sexy, soft buttocks came to rest on the top of his thighs. He held her there as within her soft, wet pussy accustomed itself to his invading cock.
I thought to myself, he tries to imitate some roughness, but he is ultimately a soft one who goes not too far to cause pain, not such a border crosser like Mansour.
Finally, Murad slid one hand over her buttocks until they rested entirely within the grip of his palm and fingers. His other hand slid up Meena’s back and pulled her to him until her beautiful bosom flattened against his and her head snuggled into the crook of his neck. At this moment Meena lifted her left leg and got it up to his back.
Both her legs locked behind him. The two of them were one as they prepared themselves for the ultimate union game ahead.
Murad’s hands began to move my wife’s body on his in a slow sway as his hips did the same motion.
Meena panted in pleasure, moaning in a submissive manner in his ear, as he takes up his way inside her choot. Now her passion for his body was not stoppable.
He further pressed her soft mound onto his abdomen and his prick penetrate even deeper into her sensitive depths.
Then he increased the tempo of his movements, which caused her clit to rub against where the base of his manhood united with his lower belly.
I noticed how the pleasure washes over my wife and, as I watched, she joined him in the erotic dance they were playing.
I noticed clearly how Meena allowed him to manipulate her at his will and he brought her finally to the peak of an exploding orgasm which coursed through her body.
As I saw her head fell back, her eyes squeeze tight, she moaned loudly and she locked on to him with all the strength she could create.
At this moment, Murad’s fingers moved up her back, raising her head until his lips could find hers. His tongue slid into her mouth and moved along hers as her body convulsed against him.
As Meena began to come down from her upraise, he remained inside her, then as she was somewhat relaxed slowly he carried her toward the door of the bedroom.
I changed rapidly to a camera in the bedroom.
Still standing, he laid her on her back on the bed and raised her legs until they came to rest on his chest.
I could feel that Meena is still in the final moments of her orgasm. Nonetheless, her young lover spread her legs and began his final attack on her sensitive female organ.
His cock repeatedly moved in and out of her choot as his hips set a rhythm of thrust and retreat.
Meena’s beautiful head turned from side to side, she was moaning all the time, as he filled her womanhood. She raised her fingers to her breast, at this moment I could see that her nipples are swollen.
Meena squeezed and twisted them as tightly as she could. Now she opened her eyes and looked lustfully at his face.
This time his look was not one of romance as three weeks before, I could see, and she thought certainly the same. There was the obvious sign of wild passion. He had become a dominant creature whose only effort and target was, at this moment, to take her as forcefully as he could.

I heard her one time more screaming: ‘Fuck me Murad, fuck me harder, please…’

Meena was begging him to give her his cock harder and faster.
His hips worked as if there is a machine in them, his cock plunging in and out of her like a piston, with endless energy and at full speed.
She was now active and threw her hips at him.
The slapping sound of their skin, filled the room.
Murad’s breathing came heavy and hard, it was obvious that he is close to his release,
as his cock journeyed roughly toward her body.
At last it was easy for me to see the exact moment as the first discharge of his cum shot forcefully into the depth of her pussy.
He kept his movement and I was sure that the first load was soon replaced by a next even more potent one. He thrust into her one last time, his cock at the entrance to her womanhood, and her choot lips tried to milk the last dregs of sperm from him.
His hands clenched her upper arms tightly as his cock began to shrink.
The only sound that remained was their breathing as it began to slow down and recover from the wild and glowing lovemaking they had just gone through.
Meena closed her eyes.
I thought to myself, she is thinking what should she tell me about the last half an hour.
I had already begun to allow myself to consider the possibilities of what lay ahead for us. And, with a sigh, I was satisfied that my goal had been met, so far.
I had the feeling that finally, my beautiful wife was freed from her mental prison.
She was mine and no one could occupy her heart and no one could rob her love. Other men were just actors and they were playing our game.

Ultimately, I was the person who could decide what happens….

- tbc -