23-04-2022, 09:40 PM
Dark Fantasies
In the days that followed, Meena was quiet and spoke very little. Sometimes I had the feeling she wasn't there at all and didn't notice me. I also did not want to disturb her peaceful silence and thoughts, although I was sure that it was a superficial calm.
Saleh called on Friday evening. Meena was obviously nervous and shaky. I got from their conversation the impression that Saleh will visit her on Sunday. Her last sentence while on the phone was: “I can't promise, but I try to be alone…“ After the call, when she sat down next to me, I asked if everything was ok. She started to whimper. I hugged her and tried to calm her: “My baby, what is wrong. Talk to me my love.“ She hid her face in my shoulder and her whimpering changed to a weeping.
I was silent for some short minutes and let her emotion overwhelm her. I could feel the dampness of her tears on my shoulder through my thin shirt. After the initial breaking into tears, she became gradually still and I could hear only her rapid breathing. Then she spoke quietly: “I want to talk to you Nadir... I need your advice“. I looked at her and smiled. “Sure… we have to speak about everything.”
“First, I need a drink. I am so thirsty.” She spoke.
I needed something to drink, too. I went into the kitchen and poured myself and my wife a glass of water.
I was waiting and waiting. After some minutes Meena turned her beautiful head to me, looked in my eyes, and then looked down and whispered softly: “Saleh wants more… He wants more than just the money or the house…”
I interrupted her:
“You mean he is blackmailing you? He wants you, right?”
“Somehow” she looked at me again and said softly and more anxiously, “I don’t know what to do. I am sure he will cause problems for me and all my family… I mean you and my other family members”. She looked again downwards and continued: “He knows everything about my father, my uncle and me… I mean our relation”.
I asked:
“What can I say Meena? I love you, but how can I help you? It is too late if he knows about you and everything other, your father, your uncle, and you, it is risky not cooperating?”
“But I am not sure how far this or he will go” Meena added.
“I can only try to help you to have a clear view of the situation. Perhaps this makes it easy for you to decide.”
On one side are me, our life, our marriage and relationship, and especially our love, and on the other side are your family, your mother, and your siblings. They and their lives may get personal material damage and at the same time your relationship with them may be destroyed". I added: “You don't have to worry about me, our marriage and our relationship as far as I am concerned. Financial issues and problems we will survive too. But about your family, I’m not sure and the matter is more complicated. That would be a risk if you resist against his will and fight against it and..".
Meena interrupted me immediately: “no, no… I could not stand this risk… I don't want them, I mean my family to know anything about it”.
"Then it's all clear what you should or must do. As far as I'm concerned, I'd want you to do what you want to do. Does that make sense?" I asked. “You know it already: whatever you decide or you do, my love for you is not going to disappear or decrease”.
She looked at me and somehow tired, giggled:
“But I think you want me to do or behave like what you like me to! Am I right Nadir?”
Before I find an answer she continued:
“Am I right or not? We both know the answer”. I knew she refers our experiences in the last months and my reactions to those events.
“ I can't help it Meena, you are like a beautiful rose with a rare colour or extreme scent, and I enjoy it when others admire you or try to smell you…” I I bent down and gave her a short kiss on the lips and continued “But at the end of the day I know already what's passed has passed and this rose is mine.” Then I thought about my erotica fantasies of her.
I was not sure if I tell her about them. but finally, after a short break, I decided to speak about it:
“I admit, I have even sometimes dreams or fantasies...”
She interrupted me instantly:
“What fantasies?”
In my head, these erotic fantasies and dreams came to me so clearly. But trying to explain them to Meena, such a delicate subject... I was so uncertain of how to go about it and of the outcome.
I could hear her curiosity and Impatience from her voice, she sounded excited.
I responded:
“I must admit I had often erotic dreams about you in these years, but…”
She interrupted me again:
“I think it is normal for a man to have fantasies or to dream about his wife, or when a woman about her partner has”.
“Yes, but my dreams are very unique and special. My dreams consist many times inevitably of situations in which you are with someone else.”
“May be my mistakes in the last few months regarding my uncle is the cause of these bad dreams”.
“But I find them, I mean my dreams and fantasies not so bad. On the contrary, they turn me on”.
“Do you like to speak about them”. She was obviously excited.
“They are not about you cheating or wanting or falling for another man. My dreams are simply about the pent-up sexual frustration of a lusting male, and you. We are allowing that male to service himself with you, with your dutiful cooperation and participation. I do not join in but just looking and enjoying. I must admit, in each fantasy you are brought to ecstasy.”
In the days that followed, Meena was quiet and spoke very little. Sometimes I had the feeling she wasn't there at all and didn't notice me. I also did not want to disturb her peaceful silence and thoughts, although I was sure that it was a superficial calm.
Saleh called on Friday evening. Meena was obviously nervous and shaky. I got from their conversation the impression that Saleh will visit her on Sunday. Her last sentence while on the phone was: “I can't promise, but I try to be alone…“ After the call, when she sat down next to me, I asked if everything was ok. She started to whimper. I hugged her and tried to calm her: “My baby, what is wrong. Talk to me my love.“ She hid her face in my shoulder and her whimpering changed to a weeping.
I was silent for some short minutes and let her emotion overwhelm her. I could feel the dampness of her tears on my shoulder through my thin shirt. After the initial breaking into tears, she became gradually still and I could hear only her rapid breathing. Then she spoke quietly: “I want to talk to you Nadir... I need your advice“. I looked at her and smiled. “Sure… we have to speak about everything.”
“First, I need a drink. I am so thirsty.” She spoke.
I needed something to drink, too. I went into the kitchen and poured myself and my wife a glass of water.
I was waiting and waiting. After some minutes Meena turned her beautiful head to me, looked in my eyes, and then looked down and whispered softly: “Saleh wants more… He wants more than just the money or the house…”
I interrupted her:
“You mean he is blackmailing you? He wants you, right?”
“Somehow” she looked at me again and said softly and more anxiously, “I don’t know what to do. I am sure he will cause problems for me and all my family… I mean you and my other family members”. She looked again downwards and continued: “He knows everything about my father, my uncle and me… I mean our relation”.
I asked:
“What can I say Meena? I love you, but how can I help you? It is too late if he knows about you and everything other, your father, your uncle, and you, it is risky not cooperating?”
“But I am not sure how far this or he will go” Meena added.
“I can only try to help you to have a clear view of the situation. Perhaps this makes it easy for you to decide.”
On one side are me, our life, our marriage and relationship, and especially our love, and on the other side are your family, your mother, and your siblings. They and their lives may get personal material damage and at the same time your relationship with them may be destroyed". I added: “You don't have to worry about me, our marriage and our relationship as far as I am concerned. Financial issues and problems we will survive too. But about your family, I’m not sure and the matter is more complicated. That would be a risk if you resist against his will and fight against it and..".
Meena interrupted me immediately: “no, no… I could not stand this risk… I don't want them, I mean my family to know anything about it”.
"Then it's all clear what you should or must do. As far as I'm concerned, I'd want you to do what you want to do. Does that make sense?" I asked. “You know it already: whatever you decide or you do, my love for you is not going to disappear or decrease”.
She looked at me and somehow tired, giggled:
“But I think you want me to do or behave like what you like me to! Am I right Nadir?”
Before I find an answer she continued:
“Am I right or not? We both know the answer”. I knew she refers our experiences in the last months and my reactions to those events.
“ I can't help it Meena, you are like a beautiful rose with a rare colour or extreme scent, and I enjoy it when others admire you or try to smell you…” I I bent down and gave her a short kiss on the lips and continued “But at the end of the day I know already what's passed has passed and this rose is mine.” Then I thought about my erotica fantasies of her.
I was not sure if I tell her about them. but finally, after a short break, I decided to speak about it:
“I admit, I have even sometimes dreams or fantasies...”
She interrupted me instantly:
“What fantasies?”
In my head, these erotic fantasies and dreams came to me so clearly. But trying to explain them to Meena, such a delicate subject... I was so uncertain of how to go about it and of the outcome.
I could hear her curiosity and Impatience from her voice, she sounded excited.
I responded:
“I must admit I had often erotic dreams about you in these years, but…”
She interrupted me again:
“I think it is normal for a man to have fantasies or to dream about his wife, or when a woman about her partner has”.
“Yes, but my dreams are very unique and special. My dreams consist many times inevitably of situations in which you are with someone else.”
“May be my mistakes in the last few months regarding my uncle is the cause of these bad dreams”.
“But I find them, I mean my dreams and fantasies not so bad. On the contrary, they turn me on”.
“Do you like to speak about them”. She was obviously excited.
“They are not about you cheating or wanting or falling for another man. My dreams are simply about the pent-up sexual frustration of a lusting male, and you. We are allowing that male to service himself with you, with your dutiful cooperation and participation. I do not join in but just looking and enjoying. I must admit, in each fantasy you are brought to ecstasy.”
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