01-10-2020, 02:41 PM
'29 Missing old days' ...
The weeks were passing and because of our very busy time, our days seemed very short.
It was about three weeks after the visit of Murad as one day Meena, while riding home, told me:
“I suppose tonight Murad is going to call me.” She was relaxed and looking ahead at the street.
“What? Really? I thought we settled it, did you change your opinion?” I was a little bit too harsh in my voice, I felt later.
“I had a serious agreement with him and he accepted it.”
“Please, darling. Now don’t make a trouble… He phoned today afternoon and I told him I have no time and he can call me at home.” She tried to calm down.
“And what did he want?”
“I don’t know… I didn’t let him talk on.”
“Why? You could ask him…”
“Nadir, I don’t want to have contact with him, even not to speak with him, when you are not informed… I told him to call me at home because you are not at home.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, sure, otherwise he does not call if he thinks you are there.”
“Ok. But you could ask what he wants.”
“I’ll ask him, but I know what he wants!”
“We‘ll see.”
Indeed, Murad called after the meal, as we were watching a movie on the TV. I was waiting impatiently.
Meena answered it: “No, Murad I don‘t like to do something secret from my husband.”
She looked at me and nodded, as if she was right as she said she knew what he wants.
“... Yes, but last time he was there and he knew about it.”
“... Sure, I like you too, but as I said recently he is the only man who I love.”
And after a short break: “Thank you for your understanding. I hope you also a good time. Bye.”
Then she sat to me and looked straight at the TV.: “I hate such situations. This is what I feared…”
“But you managed it expertly.” Now, I was trying to calm her down.
“Yes, but it is not pleasant for me, to talk so… I hate to talk so…” Meena was obviously upset, perhaps annoyed at herself and how she responded to his call and to his clear invitation and desire.
“Yes, but the people are different, some think they can get what they want if they insist…”
“You are right. You know, I thought this about Mansi, but he speaks and behaves completely normal, as if there was nothing between us…” She explained.
I was astonished for a moment. "He speaks“.. "he behaves”? What does this mean?
“Did you hear from him?”
“Yes, sure. The last time was the day before yesterday, I think.”
“Okay. With him have you no problem to talk without me being present or informed?”
I was shocked a little.
“No, as long as he behaves and have no special requests…” Meena continued to talk.
I interrupted her: “You mean as long as he didn’t suggest or tries to go to bed with you
and you have not a real sex, you are not going to inform me about your conversation or
meetings or everything else…”
Meena sensed only now the bitterness in my provocative manner to speak. She looked at my face and said: “No. As long as he is well behaved and does not want something unusual, I have no problem if he calls. I thought you knew about it…”
“I do not control you, my baby. And besides, I think he had never thought that he expects ‘something uncommon’, not even then...”
“Now, don’t be so offended… He calls normally in the daytime as I am at work, and there are just questions about how I feel, how I am, I mean how we are…”
I turned to her and all of a sudden asked: “Do you miss him? You know what I mean!”
Meena was surprised: “N… No, why do you ask? I admit that it makes me happy if he calls, but this is just…”
I could see that she is somehow flushed in her face.
“Just because he is…” She stated.
“Your beloved uncle…” I added to.
“Nadir, you are so bad. You are jealous, but you have not to be… You know it better. Please stop this discussion, this is crazy.”
I hugged her and kissed her lips softly and said: “Yes, I know, excuse me darling.” And I leaned back again. I had a small erection and didn't want her to notice this!
The thing that we have done the last weeks, even with Murad, were although were exciting for me, but there was no such a peak as like as with Mansour…
I didn’t know why… He was disgusting for me at that time as this all began and those things between him and Meena happened. I hated him for his opinion of me and how he talks about me with her when I am not near. I hated him because he manifestly misused her trust and her fear and after all, because he threated her obviously for his selfish sexual purposes. These were all true, but there was something which made that time unbelievable exciting and sexually interesting for me…
Was that his physical abilities? Was that his genuine domination? Or his stamina? I was not sure what was the cause…
Now I was excited again…
I couldn’t hold back. So I tried one more time: “Just a small question…”
Meena looked in my direction and smiled: “What do you want to know my baby?”
“Okay. Watch out, I ask this and mean it only hypothetical, If he tries to have one time more sex with you and I permit you, what would be your reaction? Think about your answer. Imagine for example that I give you my permission to spend a night with him, just you two…”
“No… No… No… This will be my answer to him…”
“And to me? What will be your answer to me should I ask it that you do that? Your response If I demand you to let your uncle fuck you?” I was very excited. Meena noticed this in my voice, then her gaze dropped to my trousers. I had a visible erection down there!
She leaned closer to me and while looking still down, put the palm of her hand on my erection and pressed it a little bit, then looked up into my eyes, kissed my lips lightly and whispered: “I think I am going to respond this upstairs…”
Then took my hand and stood up…
At this moment there came a call from my clinic.
An assistant wanted to report about a newly operated patient, who had complications.
I was requested to drive and check the situation.
Meanwhile Meena stood by me and waited, looking at me.
After I stopped the call, I pulled her to me kissed her and said: “That was my assistant.”
“And you have to leave and look after… I see…”
When I came back in two hours, the house was fairly quiet. I knew she was sleeping…
As the Saturday came and I left for the bakery in the morning, I felt and saw that a cold day had attacked our city. We had even a heavy snow in our garden.
After breakfast before we left for the store, we were planning our shopping for the weekend.
When Meena came back from changing her clothes, I saw she was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings which were tucked into black leather boots. This made her shapely legs look even longer.
I looked at her as she went into the walk in closet again.
I was watching her legs from behind and at this moment there came a picture in my mind, a picture of her legs wrapped around the back of her uncle’s thighs.
We hadn't chatted about the theme after that night which the call from hospital
stopped us. I didn’t want to mention it later, because there was no opportunity and no right time for a new discussion about the subject.
She came out from the closet after a short time, she was wearing a black leather jacket
which completed her sexy outfit.
Her deep brown hair flowed as she turned to me: “I thought meanwhile you move your car from the garage!” And smiled.
“I am paralyzed!”
“What do you mean?”
“Your beauty paralyzes me, you know it for years…”
My wife couldn't help but smile further at my look of admiration, she received.
As I rode and all time while shopping I was busy with my thoughts.
Our conversation from two days before, and her sexy outfit today, were just triggers for my newly inflamed pervert sexual fire, to boot it we hadn't sex for about ten days.
My thoughts went round in circles.
Actually, I was not upset that Meena spoke to Murad, but I thought after all, she was who insisted to stop with that young fellow and as I heard she had spoken with him,
I was a bit surprised but not jealous indeed.
With Mansour it was not the same. To be informed that Meena and her uncle had talked on the phone not only one time, but perhaps even regularly and I was not informed about it, was upsetting for me.
I was really surprised to hear about their contact.
I couldn't imagine up to that day, that they have talked. Even if I found it somehow strange not to have heard from him.
But now after hearing this, it was astonishing that he takes his limits.
This was not Mansour as I knew him. But I was sure that Meena tells the truth.
He wanted not to risk the last connection, but he was waiting for sure, this was my only acceptable thought.
He was waiting for a suitable time.
And I was nearly to the decision to give him the opportunity.
Yes, I was simply jealous again, but there was another feeling, a very stronger one in me, a strong perverted feeling.
I wanted them to fuck and I wanted to watch as they do it.
But at the same time I had the need to control the situation. No movement in their relationship should be hidden from me, there should be no secrets, and if something was going to happen, I had to be, who decided, what, how long and when, happens. Was that possible? Could I be sure and have complete trust to my beloved wife? How far, then he would go and especial she would permit him to go? ....
. tbc -
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The weeks were passing and because of our very busy time, our days seemed very short.
It was about three weeks after the visit of Murad as one day Meena, while riding home, told me:
“I suppose tonight Murad is going to call me.” She was relaxed and looking ahead at the street.
“What? Really? I thought we settled it, did you change your opinion?” I was a little bit too harsh in my voice, I felt later.
“I had a serious agreement with him and he accepted it.”
“Please, darling. Now don’t make a trouble… He phoned today afternoon and I told him I have no time and he can call me at home.” She tried to calm down.
“And what did he want?”
“I don’t know… I didn’t let him talk on.”
“Why? You could ask him…”
“Nadir, I don’t want to have contact with him, even not to speak with him, when you are not informed… I told him to call me at home because you are not at home.”
“Oh…”
“Yes, sure, otherwise he does not call if he thinks you are there.”
“Ok. But you could ask what he wants.”
“I’ll ask him, but I know what he wants!”
“We‘ll see.”
Indeed, Murad called after the meal, as we were watching a movie on the TV. I was waiting impatiently.
Meena answered it: “No, Murad I don‘t like to do something secret from my husband.”
She looked at me and nodded, as if she was right as she said she knew what he wants.
“... Yes, but last time he was there and he knew about it.”
“... Sure, I like you too, but as I said recently he is the only man who I love.”
And after a short break: “Thank you for your understanding. I hope you also a good time. Bye.”
Then she sat to me and looked straight at the TV.: “I hate such situations. This is what I feared…”
“But you managed it expertly.” Now, I was trying to calm her down.
“Yes, but it is not pleasant for me, to talk so… I hate to talk so…” Meena was obviously upset, perhaps annoyed at herself and how she responded to his call and to his clear invitation and desire.
“Yes, but the people are different, some think they can get what they want if they insist…”
“You are right. You know, I thought this about Mansi, but he speaks and behaves completely normal, as if there was nothing between us…” She explained.
I was astonished for a moment. "He speaks“.. "he behaves”? What does this mean?
“Did you hear from him?”
“Yes, sure. The last time was the day before yesterday, I think.”
“Okay. With him have you no problem to talk without me being present or informed?”
I was shocked a little.
“No, as long as he behaves and have no special requests…” Meena continued to talk.
I interrupted her: “You mean as long as he didn’t suggest or tries to go to bed with you
and you have not a real sex, you are not going to inform me about your conversation or
meetings or everything else…”
Meena sensed only now the bitterness in my provocative manner to speak. She looked at my face and said: “No. As long as he is well behaved and does not want something unusual, I have no problem if he calls. I thought you knew about it…”
“I do not control you, my baby. And besides, I think he had never thought that he expects ‘something uncommon’, not even then...”
“Now, don’t be so offended… He calls normally in the daytime as I am at work, and there are just questions about how I feel, how I am, I mean how we are…”
I turned to her and all of a sudden asked: “Do you miss him? You know what I mean!”
Meena was surprised: “N… No, why do you ask? I admit that it makes me happy if he calls, but this is just…”
I could see that she is somehow flushed in her face.
“Just because he is…” She stated.
“Your beloved uncle…” I added to.
“Nadir, you are so bad. You are jealous, but you have not to be… You know it better. Please stop this discussion, this is crazy.”
I hugged her and kissed her lips softly and said: “Yes, I know, excuse me darling.” And I leaned back again. I had a small erection and didn't want her to notice this!
The thing that we have done the last weeks, even with Murad, were although were exciting for me, but there was no such a peak as like as with Mansour…
I didn’t know why… He was disgusting for me at that time as this all began and those things between him and Meena happened. I hated him for his opinion of me and how he talks about me with her when I am not near. I hated him because he manifestly misused her trust and her fear and after all, because he threated her obviously for his selfish sexual purposes. These were all true, but there was something which made that time unbelievable exciting and sexually interesting for me…
Was that his physical abilities? Was that his genuine domination? Or his stamina? I was not sure what was the cause…
Now I was excited again…
I couldn’t hold back. So I tried one more time: “Just a small question…”
Meena looked in my direction and smiled: “What do you want to know my baby?”
“Okay. Watch out, I ask this and mean it only hypothetical, If he tries to have one time more sex with you and I permit you, what would be your reaction? Think about your answer. Imagine for example that I give you my permission to spend a night with him, just you two…”
“No… No… No… This will be my answer to him…”
“And to me? What will be your answer to me should I ask it that you do that? Your response If I demand you to let your uncle fuck you?” I was very excited. Meena noticed this in my voice, then her gaze dropped to my trousers. I had a visible erection down there!
She leaned closer to me and while looking still down, put the palm of her hand on my erection and pressed it a little bit, then looked up into my eyes, kissed my lips lightly and whispered: “I think I am going to respond this upstairs…”
Then took my hand and stood up…
At this moment there came a call from my clinic.
An assistant wanted to report about a newly operated patient, who had complications.
I was requested to drive and check the situation.
Meanwhile Meena stood by me and waited, looking at me.
After I stopped the call, I pulled her to me kissed her and said: “That was my assistant.”
“And you have to leave and look after… I see…”
When I came back in two hours, the house was fairly quiet. I knew she was sleeping…
As the Saturday came and I left for the bakery in the morning, I felt and saw that a cold day had attacked our city. We had even a heavy snow in our garden.
After breakfast before we left for the store, we were planning our shopping for the weekend.
When Meena came back from changing her clothes, I saw she was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings which were tucked into black leather boots. This made her shapely legs look even longer.
I looked at her as she went into the walk in closet again.
I was watching her legs from behind and at this moment there came a picture in my mind, a picture of her legs wrapped around the back of her uncle’s thighs.
We hadn't chatted about the theme after that night which the call from hospital
stopped us. I didn’t want to mention it later, because there was no opportunity and no right time for a new discussion about the subject.
She came out from the closet after a short time, she was wearing a black leather jacket
which completed her sexy outfit.
Her deep brown hair flowed as she turned to me: “I thought meanwhile you move your car from the garage!” And smiled.
“I am paralyzed!”
“What do you mean?”
“Your beauty paralyzes me, you know it for years…”
My wife couldn't help but smile further at my look of admiration, she received.
As I rode and all time while shopping I was busy with my thoughts.
Our conversation from two days before, and her sexy outfit today, were just triggers for my newly inflamed pervert sexual fire, to boot it we hadn't sex for about ten days.
My thoughts went round in circles.
Actually, I was not upset that Meena spoke to Murad, but I thought after all, she was who insisted to stop with that young fellow and as I heard she had spoken with him,
I was a bit surprised but not jealous indeed.
With Mansour it was not the same. To be informed that Meena and her uncle had talked on the phone not only one time, but perhaps even regularly and I was not informed about it, was upsetting for me.
I was really surprised to hear about their contact.
I couldn't imagine up to that day, that they have talked. Even if I found it somehow strange not to have heard from him.
But now after hearing this, it was astonishing that he takes his limits.
This was not Mansour as I knew him. But I was sure that Meena tells the truth.
He wanted not to risk the last connection, but he was waiting for sure, this was my only acceptable thought.
He was waiting for a suitable time.
And I was nearly to the decision to give him the opportunity.
Yes, I was simply jealous again, but there was another feeling, a very stronger one in me, a strong perverted feeling.
I wanted them to fuck and I wanted to watch as they do it.
But at the same time I had the need to control the situation. No movement in their relationship should be hidden from me, there should be no secrets, and if something was going to happen, I had to be, who decided, what, how long and when, happens. Was that possible? Could I be sure and have complete trust to my beloved wife? How far, then he would go and especial she would permit him to go? ....
. tbc -
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