29-01-2021, 10:31 PM
I had a bad experience the last time. I must interfere this time I thought to me and stood up and got downstairs. When I was downstairs, he was saying goodbye and was on the way to leave at the door. I heard his last words to her.
‘In next days I call and we make an appointment for lawyer and other things…’
Meena turned away immediately as he left. She didn’t wait for me and went into the dining room.
I think she wanted me not to see her face and eyes…
° ° ° ° °
In the days after her ultimate departure from her uncle, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our minds and our hands off each other. There was my certainty that Meena loves only me and she belongs only to me.
There was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animal lust. But following the death of Mansour I had the feeling that the excitement is going kind of to wear off.
In the last few days although we stayed Close somehow, but otherwise left each other alone.
Break time of the mind and body. It was not completely leave each other alone, and it wasn't something we acknowledged, we just did it.
I can tell, I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Then I thought for me that, it would be correct to let her have time to leave her grief and sorrow behind herself.
Now, after this incident with this old, little stranger, while I stood there and looked at the dining room door, which was half open, I was waiting for a reaction from her.
This could be crying, screaming, shouting, or at least to sit and talk with me, about what he wants from her and how can I help her.
I was eager to know, very curious if she informs me, if she speaks about everything with me and tries to solve her problem with my help and support…
I was thinking what can I do? Should I interfere and speak about everything what I know? I couldn't assess the consequences of my intervention.
My biggest fear was to lose her.
I went into the dining room and looked at her questioning.
She was sitting there and drinking a glass of water. She was pale in her face but she was trying to look calm and relaxed.
I asked: ‘Is everything okay?’
“I have to talk to you.”
I thought now she is going to admit.
This is too much for her and she had decided to speak about it.
I sat down and Meena began to speak quietly: ‘He is very poor. He doesn't think that he can manage to continue and complete the plans of Mansour, I mean the insurance issue. He had lost his family while staying in prison. I am so sorry for him...’
Meena's argumentation was completely in contrast to my expectations.
At that moment I was so angry and thought to myself: is she going to sit there and say nothing to me, just to support her dead fathers’s proudness and her families Wellbeing? To save their sweet dreams about my past father in law and finally to break under the pressure and give up and be his bitch?
How could I protect her when she is not honest to talk about her problem with me?
Honestly, I had no idea how my response would be if she is going to speak about this problem! But at least could we try together, I thought.
But for whatever reason she looked simply at my face and added: ‘I decided to give him the seaside house, this is everything what I get from Mansour. It is not fair to take it, when I think about Saleh.
We don’t need it, but for him it is an existential question. He can begin to live normal. He is coming in the next days and we go to a lawyer…’
Then she looked in my direction and asked: ‘Am I acting correct?’
I paused one moment.
This all was only her decision on what she possesses, I thought.
But what is with his other demanding? And I supposed perhaps she had also taken a decision in this respect.
I answered: ‘You are right my angel. Do what you think it is correct…’
I did not dare to ask her further. Why? I did't know. But I decided to wait at that Moment and watch what comes next…
After that for some days we were well seated back in our usual routines, until one night Saleh called to tell that he is visiting her the next Monday for the lawyer issue.
The next few days, Meena was visibly nervous.
I tried to behave normal and don’t show any signs of paying attention or curiosity…
On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray
mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…
I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.
As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.
She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: ‘As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.’
And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.
He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.
Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: ‘You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…’
‘Please...’ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.
Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: ‘Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?’
Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes.
Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy.'
'Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position...'
Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too!
He added: ‘You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…’
Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: ‘Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…’
Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.
Then he yelled: ‘Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.’
‘Excuse me, I didn't want...’ Then she stopped and just stared him.
She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.
Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.
He went on: ‘Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?’
‘Yes.’ She whispered while looking at his eyes.
‘I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?’
Meena didn’t reply.
Saleh insisted for her answer: ‘I asked you something!’
Meena repeated: ‘Yes, Saleh, I understand.’
There was a short period of silence between them.
After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I… I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”
Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before. I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call.
Meena talked further: “Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.”
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair....
- tbc -
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‘In next days I call and we make an appointment for lawyer and other things…’
Meena turned away immediately as he left. She didn’t wait for me and went into the dining room.
I think she wanted me not to see her face and eyes…
° ° ° ° °
In the days after her ultimate departure from her uncle, my wife Meena and I couldn't keep our minds and our hands off each other. There was my certainty that Meena loves only me and she belongs only to me.
There was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animal lust. But following the death of Mansour I had the feeling that the excitement is going kind of to wear off.
In the last few days although we stayed Close somehow, but otherwise left each other alone.
Break time of the mind and body. It was not completely leave each other alone, and it wasn't something we acknowledged, we just did it.
I can tell, I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Then I thought for me that, it would be correct to let her have time to leave her grief and sorrow behind herself.
Now, after this incident with this old, little stranger, while I stood there and looked at the dining room door, which was half open, I was waiting for a reaction from her.
This could be crying, screaming, shouting, or at least to sit and talk with me, about what he wants from her and how can I help her.
I was eager to know, very curious if she informs me, if she speaks about everything with me and tries to solve her problem with my help and support…
I was thinking what can I do? Should I interfere and speak about everything what I know? I couldn't assess the consequences of my intervention.
My biggest fear was to lose her.
I went into the dining room and looked at her questioning.
She was sitting there and drinking a glass of water. She was pale in her face but she was trying to look calm and relaxed.
I asked: ‘Is everything okay?’
“I have to talk to you.”
I thought now she is going to admit.
This is too much for her and she had decided to speak about it.
I sat down and Meena began to speak quietly: ‘He is very poor. He doesn't think that he can manage to continue and complete the plans of Mansour, I mean the insurance issue. He had lost his family while staying in prison. I am so sorry for him...’
Meena's argumentation was completely in contrast to my expectations.
At that moment I was so angry and thought to myself: is she going to sit there and say nothing to me, just to support her dead fathers’s proudness and her families Wellbeing? To save their sweet dreams about my past father in law and finally to break under the pressure and give up and be his bitch?
How could I protect her when she is not honest to talk about her problem with me?
Honestly, I had no idea how my response would be if she is going to speak about this problem! But at least could we try together, I thought.
But for whatever reason she looked simply at my face and added: ‘I decided to give him the seaside house, this is everything what I get from Mansour. It is not fair to take it, when I think about Saleh.
We don’t need it, but for him it is an existential question. He can begin to live normal. He is coming in the next days and we go to a lawyer…’
Then she looked in my direction and asked: ‘Am I acting correct?’
I paused one moment.
This all was only her decision on what she possesses, I thought.
But what is with his other demanding? And I supposed perhaps she had also taken a decision in this respect.
I answered: ‘You are right my angel. Do what you think it is correct…’
I did not dare to ask her further. Why? I did't know. But I decided to wait at that Moment and watch what comes next…
After that for some days we were well seated back in our usual routines, until one night Saleh called to tell that he is visiting her the next Monday for the lawyer issue.
The next few days, Meena was visibly nervous.
I tried to behave normal and don’t show any signs of paying attention or curiosity…
On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray
mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…
I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.
As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.
She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: ‘As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.’
And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.
He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.
Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: ‘You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…’
‘Please...’ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.
Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: ‘Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?’
Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes.
Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy.'
'Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position...'
Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too!
He added: ‘You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…’
Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: ‘Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…’
Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.
Then he yelled: ‘Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.’
‘Excuse me, I didn't want...’ Then she stopped and just stared him.
She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.
Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.
He went on: ‘Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?’
‘Yes.’ She whispered while looking at his eyes.
‘I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?’
Meena didn’t reply.
Saleh insisted for her answer: ‘I asked you something!’
Meena repeated: ‘Yes, Saleh, I understand.’
There was a short period of silence between them.
After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I… I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”
Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before. I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call.
Meena talked further: “Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.”
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair....
- tbc -
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