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

[Salir]

The Pond Master-10

Friday evening, we followed Jalal's invitation. When we arrived, we 
noticed that it was a rather special, expensive club-restaurant. 

Jalal was already there and greeted us.

I noted that he knows the place very well. We later found out that, it is his 
regular restaurant, and the chief who was owner of restaurant, is a close 
friend of him.

We had a round table, Meena wanted to watch the dance floor, 
so I had to sit opposite her. 

Jalal sat next to her. During the meal Jalal was very 
attentive to Meena I could hear his voice as he chatted, with my wife. 

I could hear him, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. 
The music was a bit too loud.

Jalal drank about three glasses of wine before and during dinner. 
I realized that he was a little drunk when he started more or less 
flirting verbally with Meena.

I could tell my wife was captivated as he regaled her with a string 
of stories and anecdotes about all sorts of things. 

From time to time, I noticed him leaning in and whispering in a 
conspiratorial manner into Meena's ear. 

He also placed his hand on hers from time to time, for a very 
short moment, and I was very surprised at his flattery and 
flirting with Meena.

At some point after the meal had finished a band struck up and 
various couples headed for the dance floor. 
I am a reluctant dancer and Meena knew this always. 

I noticed Meena staring wistfully at those dancing.  
I knew she likes to dance. 

I had to leave for some minutes to answer a call from my assistant. 

As I came back, perhaps sensing her wish to dance, Jalal suddenly
 Asked her if she would like to dance. 

Glancing at me Meena said, "is that alright Nadir?"

"Yes sure, go for it" I replied, not wanting to spoil her fun and 
besides I was lightly excited to watch them close while dancing.

Standing up I realised how tall Jalal was, even with her heels, 
he seemed to tower over Meena. 

As he led my Meena to the dance floor, I realised how gorgeous 
she looked. 
She had on a black Knee-length cocktail dress, with a very low 
cut back, black thigh high stockings. 
I was sure that Jalal had noticed and observed her cleavage before, 
while sitting.

I watched intently as they joined the other couples who were dancing. 

I must have watched for four or five dances, when the band slowed
 the tempo down and announced that they were going to a sequence 
of slower numbers. 

I could see Meena turn to come back to the table, but Jalal 
caught her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear. 

I don't know what he said, but I saw Meena glance toward me, 
smile and then turn back to join Jalal for the first slow dance.

I was slightly surprised, but as the tall old strong man took my wife 
in his arms I realised I was also very aroused. 

I couldn't help but feel this tingling sensation. The adrenaline rush. 
Seeing him holding my sexy Meena so close, with one hand on 
her bare back sent shivers through me and I could feel my cock swell. 

I realized that seeing this large dude ogling my beautiful, kind wife, 
excited me. 

Meena was way out of this old guy's league. 

Perhaps that was why he wasn't hiding his interest all that well, 
perhaps he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. 
And may be this was why he was trying his chance without restraint.

They moved in prefect harmony and looked really good together. 

I could see other men obviously drooling over my lovely wife with 
her long legs and strappy high-heel sandals.

As the third slow number started, I noticed that Meena had rested 
her head against the shoulder and neck of Jalal and that he was 
really pulling her in close. 

At one point I could see his leg between hers and knew that he 
must be thrusting his muscular thigh against her mound. 

I could only guess how Meena felt, but imagined in her merry state,
 that she was enjoying the stimulation. 

When the band announced the last slow number, I felt that both 
Jalal and my wife was melding their bodies into one. 

My cock by this stage was threatening to burst free. 

Shortly after the dance ended and they stood there, I saw Jalal 
in a darkened, remote corner of crowded dance floor bent his 
head and kissed Meena on her left cheek.

I could see Meena with her eyes searched to locate me and as she 
found my gaze, she smiled weakly. 

I expected that to be a step too far, but I was wrong. 

After the initial shock, I saw my wife look up into Jalal's face, 
put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him back on the cheek. 

I was so aroused. 
I had never felt like that before in the last few 
months, and realised that I had enjoyed the sight of Jalal flirting 
with and being intimate with my sexy Meena.

They made straight for our table. 

Meena grabbed a large glass of water. 
She downed most of it before she spotted me watching her and 
smiling.

Meena said, "imagine what, Jalal told me that he had taken dance 
classes in his teens and youth but had not danced for over 
twenty years, he dances masterfully,".

After grabbing a glass of wine for me I said, "that was really hot,".

Meena looked at me to see if I had said something stupid
"Are you drunk, Nadir? That was just a dance," she said.

I knew right away that I worded it imbecile and not suitable, and 
tried to redesign it, "I meant it is hot here, " and laughed.

"Meena is a very good dancer Doki, and she is the most beautiful 
lady here. I am so proud to have permission to dance with her, 
you are a very lucky man." Jalal said.

I looked at Meena who looked very flushed and then back at 
the beaming Jalal. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she? I'm glad you 
enjoyed dancing with her. She probably told you I am not very 
good at dancing?"

"Ha, your misfortune is my lucky day," said Jalal.

Shortly after they had settled back at the table, I realised that 
the evening was coming to an end soon. 
I also realised that I wanted more excitement to be provided this 
evening.  
Before I could formulate any kind of coherent plan to make this a 
reality, Meena asked me if we can leave because she has a slight 
heath ache after wine, which is not uncommon for her.

I saw Jalal has lost his temper a bit. 
He said, "it is a pity that it's over and you have to go, but promise me 
we'll definitely do it again, ". 

Maybe he expected more from this evening, too, I thought. 

We thanked Jalal and I told him that we enjoyed the evening and 
we’ll repeat it for sure. 

Meena thanked him for dancing and told him she enjoyed the 
evening too. 

Then we both shook the hands with Jalal and left the restaurant.

To be continued…