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

[Salir]

The Pond Master-4
 
The next day the lads were working but Jalal had to do because of other
projects in the company branch, he called me in hospital and told
me he is coming the next day.

After my arrival, I noticed that Meena is sitting outside, in the garden,
reading.

I changed, took a glass of orange juice and joined her.
While drinking my Juice, I noticed Meena is not reading but in thoughts
while looking at the half-made pond.

"What's the matter?" I asked. Meena and I could talk about anything.
 
"Nothing Nadir. I'm fine. Just fine," she muttered, staring back at her book.

After a short pause she looked up and as if changing her mind suddenly
asks me, "you want to bring me and Jalal together, I mean sexually, isn't
that right? I know you too well my dear husband, I look at you and know what 
you think, what you want, and even what you plan,"
 
Then she continued, "It's that damn fantasy of yours about me and
some other man, I mean Jalal, that concerns me. 
Basically, I don't like it, but it keeps rolling through my head since we spoke. 
I can't help myself from thinking about it. 
And I get sort of distracted."
 
"God, look Meena, if it bothers you so much, let's put it to bed. 
I love you and just us, together. 
We don't have to revisit it at all, and I certainly don'twant to cause 
you any sort of torment," I said.
 
Meena's eyes glittered, and she got a distant, thoughtful expression.
"Well," she said slowly. "You've already mentioned it, so I guess you
wouldn't be so keen to forget it, I dare to say that you are obsessed,"
 
"Well," I said uncertainly. "Look, Meena. One, You and your body belongs
to me. So, the idea that another man gets to feel what I feel makes me a
bit excited. 
Another person knows what my wife feels like. 
This makes me proud and excited. And I think there are men whom 
you find attractive and suitable,"
 
Meena didn't make any sign to chime in, so I went on, "As you certainly
have noticed so far, the degradation part, as far as not dangerous and
under our control, the humiliating aspect also arouses me.
The hurt, the pain... It arouses me.
You are always in these situations somehow reserved, even reluctant, and
I understand that, yes, this could be dangerous, but we care about.
Me and you, We have been careful and we will be careful. 
Our love will do that. 
It is much stronger, and we must have faith in it.
Some think these fantasies dirty and unrefined, well perhaps they are
morally, I'm not denying that, but then, I am a 'man.' A guy like me and a
woman as hot as you, us as a couple, why we shouldn't we get happy and
enjoy our short life?
 Perhaps some think it would be the biggest insult to the universe itself,
but may be that is why me as a guy feel aroused by it.
Something's so dirty about it, the insult of getting betrayed with my
knowledge and under my control, makes it so tantalizing, even
though we and so many hate it."
 
I took a deep breath. "All this makes me sound like a man as you say
obsessed.
I just find it hot to think about sometimes. 
You, doing stuff, you should onlydo with me with some stranger asshole or 
whatever... even doing stuff you wouldn't do with me..."
 
Meena looked at me as if she heard wrong,"… even stuff I wouldn’t do
with you? "
 
I laughed and continued, "It's an exaggeration, "I just meant...",
 
She interrupted me and went on, "I understand Nadir. I guess even we had
some experiences this type, I feel it would be nuts to repeat something like
that though,"

After a short pause while she turned her gaze from me to rose bus, she
spoke quietly, "After Mansour, to accept someone else, one other than
than you, would know me... intimately, scares me.
What if it destroys our happiness? This scared me always…"
 
"Look, I can't deny that when we're making love, and
we're both into it, nothing is better than those moments.
The heat, the closeness, our souls seem to meld.
We become one, and nothing can destroy that," said Meena
in a distant voice, like she was remembering something.
"When we're into each other and into having sex, nothing is finer
in this world. Just two people sharing themselves in a bed.
Why should I endanger this? It seems like a silly idea. It was always
so and this feeling is at the moment very strong."
 
"I understand you completely, but a thought of you being intimate
with another guy is like a constant lurking idea I can never fully
escape from," I replied. "But it's just a fantasy. 
Nothing is more important than us, and our marriage. 
Let's not worry about it."
 
Meena was silent for a long moment, before nodding.
 
I hoped I could forget all about this stupid fantasy of mine about her and
old guy, Jalal, and move forward. 
I knew she was adedicated wife and it would be difficult to change 
her meaning and there was nothing I could do about it.
But that is perhaps life can change it, I thought...
 
"Maybe I'll indulge some of your... wishes... again… one day.
But not now, at the moment I am not ready, not yet," Meena assured, "As
your wife, I want to fulfil your sexual desires, but not with this one, with
Jalal, practically almost my father’ type and age, old of behaviour and
Thinking. Sorry, but no, ".
She continued, "my aversion to him as a sexual partner sits deep, Nadir.
I like him, but not so. In short, he is not suitable for me,"
"I'd almost wish it was just a threesome with another one or something
else..."
 
"Hey, I wouldn't mind that either," I chuckled, defusing the situation.
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm a happy man as it is."

This conversation made for me the problem clear, the problem was Jalal,
but why? she is fearful, but why? Could it be that she is afraid of being
possessed by him? Menna has never spoken about the age, type or
similar things in in such relationships, look at her uncle Mansi!
 
"How do you even get into this thing again? How did it come to you just
now again?" Meena asked.
 
"Oh, I guess I just found it arousing with him for no real reason, just I
thought he is the right one... Sometimes, I guess people have a feeling,
and they find it hard to explain," I answered. "It's like a thrill thing. 
Doing something you're not supposed to do with somebody, 
a mature man who is sincere, bluntly and well behaved one, 
who is not supposed to bedirectly that type to do such things. 
It's the ultimate taboo, sort of."
 
"Okay, but, well, have you been looking at me and him all time and
watching us as he was here? Is that how you discovered this?" Meena
asked.
 
"Yes, really I discovered his interest on you on every visit of him, " I said,
playing it cool, I noticed she thinks about this and inside my heart was
thudding in anticipation of where Meena was going with this.
 
"Hmm," Meena looked thoughtful. "I'm not saying I don’t like him, even I
don’t claim that I'm not interested on him, because I'm not, and neither
should you be, so good behaved and gentle, that he is, but is it
something you envision doing for real with him?
This is not a proposition, I'm just wondering.".
There was a short pause. I got a phone call from my assistant and after
that we changed the Our topic of conversation.
 

After lunch until evening Meena was a bit more playful, a bit more willing.

As we went to sleep, I could notice she is more interested in making love.
She even started riding me, which we both found great delight in. 
Her tits bouncing in my face as she got to control the pace and stimulation
herself. 
It was a game changer in the bedroom since some time.

"See? Some variation can be fun," I panted.
 
"You're not wrong, mister," Meena panted right back, her hands pushed
into my chest as she bounced on my dick.
 
But everything seemed normal, and I felt no need to dwell on the subject
further that night.
 
To be continued…