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

[Salir]

Meena seemed first a little bit shocked, but at the same time I could see that she is even mildly aroused. She refused to say anything, and remained silent. Perhaps trying just not to show her arousal but I could feel this and see in her look. I remained silent too, and waited if she wants to hear further. Finally, she gave in and spoke:
“What do you try to tell me, Nadir? Is this your desire? Comes more still?”
“They, I mean my dreams are about someone else getting something: relief, from your body. Your eventual pleasure is incidental to that. There is no love or belonging. These fantasies were always just when male mates with a female, man or men, small or big, young or old, slim or overweight, ugly or pretty, those details didn't matter. In fact, the more varied the details the better. You are the female part in them because for me you are the utmost and ideal understanding of femaleness, softness, beauty, and innocence”.
“And in these dreams do you share me with others too?”
“You mean me to have sex with you simultaneously with another guy?”
“Yes?”
“No, no… almost always I am watching you and you know that.”
She hugged me and whispered in my ear: “I love you Nadir, you know, I love you passionately” and after a pause for a moment added: “I love to have sex just with you and I am pleased,” then, mildly giggling, continued: “but You can lend me to a male or more males in need, if you like to and if this satisfies your feelings”.
I continued to speak without expressing me about her last statements as if I were in another world: “It was not that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced by others in my fantasies”. “No fantasy ever started or ended with you falling for anyone or ending up with anyone else.” I took a breath: “There was always a certain emotional distance between males and you”. “You were always my partner and my companion”. Every happening in my fantasy, would be incidental to the other events. My feelings were perhaps perverted at the time, but they were so hot and arousing to imagine you and your mind are seduced and your body being used”.
I tried to complete my imagination with her personal mental and physical feelings and emotions:
“You would find yourself liking what was happening around you and what was being done to you, because of two things: the physical feeling of being touched, your sexy body betraying you, and being seduced by other males. At the same time, you are with me, and you are safe”. I continued:
“In some fantasies even, I imagined me undressing you for and in front of other men and I found incredible pleasure in it while you were heaving and panting in anticipation”.
Meena was looking past me, her eyes were shiny and looked like if she is dreaming.
“Is this all not crazy, Meena?” I felt facilitated. I finally have spoken with her about it, if at least in the hopes she might listen and like it.
Meena tilted her head to me and then held my near hand softly, looking up at me in my chair.
“Maybe that our life in last time and the happenings are responsible for these dreams and fantasies, I mean you think too much about it and your brain helps to find a sense for all. I’ll be very sorry about it when all that disturbs you and you suffer, but you claim it is not the same…”
“No, no. It makes me not unhappy; I like these fantasies and enjoy them. As I said, I love you, you are mine and this is just the reflex of our love.”
“Do you want us or me to … to try something in reality?“ She whispered shyly while looking into my eyes.
“I want you to do what you consider right and you like or need to do, and at the same time remember nothing is going or can ever hurt my love for you”.
There was a pause. We both were thinking. Then I added curiously: “What would you have done if a stranger tries to do or initiates some sexual thing with you?”
“ I don’t know…” She responded quietly and thoughtfully.
“I guess since it is possible, I am just curious to know your reaction".
"Hmmm." She laid her head back. "I would've...I don't know what I would have done.
I tried again: "What would you have done?"
She asked. "You mean, what would I have done to stop it?".
"Nnnn...no." I spoke.
"Well, what do you mean, then?"
"I guess I mean what would you have thought?"
"Would I have accepted, is what you mean?"
I leaned down to her a bit lower and kissed her neck and traced my hand down to her side and kissed her again. "Yeah," I breathed in her ear. She turned her head into my kiss and whispered.
"Yes, I probably would have." and then immediately: “But just if I had the feeling that you accept it.”
"Really?" I asked, surprised a bit, and pulled back before I realized I was being obvious.
"You asked the question," Meena smiled back over her shoulder. Then she pulled me down and on top of her, and we rolled over, laughing.
But I thought about it for the next hours.