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

[Salir]

Dear readers,

I will be presenting the continuation of the story briefly but often in the near future.
Writing something like this takes a lot of time, which I don't have much of at the
moment! But the extension will continue,

Thank you for your loyalty,
Salir


“The Pond Old Master”
1
The morning sunlight streamed through the small breaks in the window blinds, casting a golden
lustre about the our bedroom. I was tense, slightly confused, I had a bad dream. My eyes fell upon
the shapely woman asleep next to me.
I immediately relaxed, seeing it was my Meena, my wife forever, my whole life!
No need to worry, I told myself, we were safe in our house, I should be happy. 
All went well andour lives were developing well. 
Our only negative aspect was when we discovered that due to a
childhood illness, Meena would never be able to have children. But in the meantime, we have
come to terms with reality and accepted it without any residue in our relationship or our psyche.
The clock on the nightstand dimly displayed eight o'clock.
Saturday morning. Good, no need to wake her yet.



I blinked several times before opening my heavy eyelids to the familiar window on my left side.
I looked back at the beautiful angel by my side again, her soft hair, her well-formed nose and her
full luscious lips.
I noticed that the sheets had somehow been kicked off during the night, the whites now crumpled
on the floor.
The city’s early morning-summer sun was already warming the atmosphere, so missing covers
weren't an issue.
In addition, their absence allowed me full view of my wife Meena's body lying on her side. admired
her toned legs, curvy hips, and soft shoulders. The thin white cotton tank-top did nothing to hide
her full, well-shaped tits that always stood proud on her chest. The darker areolae and nipples
clearly visible. The then my gaze travelled to her rear, which was supple and aesthetically perfect.

Even years after I met and loved her, only her sight could still get my motor running, with her

classic beauty.
Meena's hair styles were always tasteful. When she combed her hair straight down to just above
her sensuous eyes, she was very seductive, although she herself didn't realize it.

Now after some years of marriage, Meena preferred to wear her dark brown locks totally straight,
cascading just below those delicious breasts, and in back, ending in a V at her shoulder blades.

I was very proud at how she had kept herself in shape and often others guessed her age much younger. 
Her fitness was in stark contrast to my own, with my slightly pudgy middle and the unfortunate relaxation of my pectorals.
I am happy with my looks, not yet a "fat slob", but I was definitely experiencing a mature spread
soon, if I didn’t care, I thought.

I thought in the last time we had not very often sex, making love one or two times a week. 
I sound like a complainer, but I thought about sinking myself between her these strong, sexy thighs was nothing short of great.

I loved going down on her, one of the things she adored, hearing her moans, her groans, feeling her fingers grabbing at my head, 

trying to force me down in her pussy. Feeling her clench my head with her strong thighs as I make her cum, and watching her 

beautiful face sparkle in the process is always heavenly.


Not only was she extremely beautiful, but her confidence was evident during our lovemaking.

Meena was still shy when it came to trying new things or positions and I never pushed her into doing anything she didn't want to do.

Although, there were times when she would get very vocal and, on some occasions, you could hear her screams in our garden.

And I had this indefinite feeling that not only me, but my pretty wife still has this new desire in her life, to have sex with more
 exciting moments, and it would need to be fulfilled!

I thought about the great times between me, my wife and some few men, sometimes imaginer men, and the fantasies 
I couldn't get out of my mind.

Something she simply would never do anymore. She did not always accept my dark cuckold desires that I partly didn't hide 
it from her more though.

She wasn't exactly thrilled by my ideas because of our past adventures. 
She was on some occasions real angry and one 
time she told me:

"Well, I'm never doing it more. It would be disrespectful to our marriage to do such things again. It would make me feel cheap, 
like some whore. My body is yours, and none others more!" she finished as she spat these last words out. 
I was dejected. but I had to assure her in such an occasion it was just a fantasy I had and tell her:


"Look, Meena," I said, "Look, let's forget it. I don't want you to do anything. It's just a fantasy. Not something we ever need to think about, 
but sometimes guys get these dark thoughts, and it's kind of an aphrodisiac. Just ignore the whole thing."


Other times I only thought about them secretly in the depths of my mind and spoke to none. But I knew can't keep those sorts 
of things buried forever, and they find their ways outside.


Perhaps the floodgates of our psyche are determined by genetics, or something we picked up in childhood. Perhaps Meena herself was the key.

To be continued...