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

[Salir]

Pond Master - 18

Nadir’s Narration:
 
After my coming back from my medical meeting abroad, right at the airport a word
 
concerned me… a simple word: ‘relieved‘ !
 
On Friday afternoon Meena took me from airport at 6pm.
 
"Oh Nadir, I love you... I'm so relieved that you're back,", she said as she kissed me
 
for the third time after my arrival.  ‘She is so nice to me today, has she discovered
 
new feelings of love for me? ‘ I thought, and then ‘relieved? why ‘relieved‘...
 
I would have expected the word ‘happy ‘, like I'm so happy that you’re back
 
but ‘relieved‘?!
 
What was going on here?
 
My logical reaction to this explanation was to ask her immediately.
 
I asked if there had been any problems?
 
she answered immediately but with a certain reserve and even confusion, " No, no…
 
Everything okay ".

***

Afterward at home while dinner we spoke about the meeting and the news from
 
her job.
 
I asked her about Jalal too, she answered uninterestedly and briefly that she
 
had seen him two times, as she told me on phone, the first day at our home and then
 
when he visited her at work, because of payment, both times shortly.
 
I had the feeling that she, during conversations, tried not to look into my eyes so
 
often and directly, as always.

 
***
 
Later, we were both a little tired from the day's exertion and went to bedroom earlier
 
than usual.
 
When I returned from the bathroom and wanted to lie down, Meena was in bed,
 
lying back on a scrunched-up pillow, looking through some travel magazines.
 
I enjoyed the view.
 
Even though we had been married since years, I still enjoyed looking at her.
 
A beautiful tall brunet, shoulder length brown hair, cut fashionably movie stars style
 
with bangs, she looked some years younger than her true age of 33.
 
The robe she wore was as sexy as a potato sack, but I could still see the curve of her
 
hot breasts underneath it.
 
I could also envision her long legs.
 
I thought about trying to get a real look between them but stopped myself.
 
She is tired and not in mood today, she told me previously when I tried to start
 
something with her before.
 
I looked down at myself. Where she was still of body shape just like her early
 
twenties, I'd already developed the class middle aged paunch of a guy whose only
 
exercise was getting out running with her every few months. And only when she
 
absolutely demanded it.

 
***

 
I slid into bed next to her.
 
I leaned over to kiss her. I tried for the lips but she moved her head slightly so I
 
planted a kiss on the side of her face.
 
She smiled absent mindedly at me.
 
She glanced over at me as if surprised that I'd noticed what she was reading.
 
She held the magazine out to me. It was "Country Travel" with the pages turned to
 
"The best beaches you've never heard of."
 
One of them which she showed me, was in our region.
 
Not more than a few hours to ride.
 
"Wow, that is beautiful. What about it, would you like to go there the next weekend,
 
we have a long weekend because of holiday? "
 
Meena looked at me as if surprised.
 
"That's – sweet, Nadir...but...I had meant to talk to you. I promised Jalal that we
 
would go to his ranch this weekend. He will be very disappointed if we don't, "
 
"When did this come up? I hadn't heard a word about it." I said irritated.
 
She looked into my eyes and then away with an expression I couldn't place.
 
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. He asked me when we met at his place, in his garden.
 
I'd meant to mention it, but I kept forgetting. Sorry. I didn't think we had any firm
 
plans. You're always working. And we haven't gone anywhere exotic in a long time."
 
" And you made him a firm promise? What if I have to or would have to work? ",my
 
voice was insulted.
 
"I know, but he insisted…" Meena answered while trying to avoid my gaze.
 
I interrupted her, "Then you can go with him alone if you want, I can't promise yet,".
 
She dropped the magazine to her hip, then rolled a little so one big luscious breast
 
bulged out against her robe and said, "I'm sorry Nadir, I pretty much already told him
 
we would take the holidays.
 
But, look, we can take another weekend off and go to the coast I promise
 
I'll leave time so we can g as you wish and when you wish..."
 
Then she finished patting me on the hand and then picked the magazine back up
before it sunk in.
 
I thought about our sentences and ran them over and over, jumbling them up and
 
trying to figure out about our time today and together  at all.
 
" can I ask you something, Meena? Why today at the airport did you say that you
 
were relieved that I was there?" I asked.
 
She looked back at me from the magazine with a slightly puzzled expression on her
 
face as if she'd only heard part of what I said, and asked, "What did you say?"
 
I didn't realize it then, but from the expression that slowly grew on her face I realized
 
a storm cloud must have appeared on mine as I slowly, with great emphasis and the
 
beginnings of real anger, said, " that you were relieved that I was there.
 
Is there or was there something going on here in these five days I don't know
 
about?" I asked.
 
An expression consisting of equal parts surprise, embarrassment and what
 
appeared to be shock appeared on her face.
 
"What are you talking about Nadir? You must have misunderstood what I said.", she
 
said.
 
"No. You said it very clearly and distinctly. 'I am relieved that you are here!' Normally
 
in such situations always you say 'I missed you, or I'm happy... ' , but relieved? Why
 
were you relieved..." I insisted.
 
She shook her head and tried to look me in the eyes.
 
"I couldn't have said that, Nadir. That's crazy, why should I be relieved? "
 
"No, just weird. So where did that come from?" I asked.
 
"I don't – oh. I must have meant for sure I was happy... That's what I meant to say."
 
"Oh." I replied shortly and quietly.
 
I rolled it around inside my head and I knew she was lying, 'relieved,' and "happy"
 
aren't close enough to make that kind of mistake! And she hadn't been thinking
 
when she said it.
 
It had popped out without her thinking about it or apparently even realizing what she
 
was saying.
 
What was Meena thinking about, I thought, glancing at her beautiful face and
 
realizing she was still focused in with a laser-like stare on my eyes.
 
She was trying to read me the way I was reading her.
 
And then I realized with an acidic burn in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like the
 
feeling I had about her at this moment.
 
I made myself laugh, although it came out as a dry chuckle.
 
"You're right, babe. Anybody can garble their words. I even do it once in a while. I
 
have to admit, I am too sensitive about what you say…"
 
I tried to make myself laugh again but all that came out was a dry cough.
 
She searched my eyes intently as if trying to see if I was telling the truth.
 
She reached over and did something that shocked and scared me a little.
 
She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.
 
Such a simple thing. But I couldn't remember the last time she had ever done it, in
 
such situations..
 
Even when we were getting ready for sex it was kissing on the lips and her jerking my
 
dick and my licking her luscious pussy until she was wet and ready.
 
But a simple gesture like kissing the back of my hand....
 
it was something new lovers did at special moments.
 
Otherwise, you do that when you are very emotional or when you want to emphasize
 
something or reject someone from something.
 
If she had looked me in the eye then she would have known something was wrong-
 
But she didn't.
 
She kept her face tightly against the back of my hand and kissed it again.
 
Without looking at me, she said, "I'm sorry for saying it that way, Nadir. I am so sorry
that I caused you disturbing thoughts.
 
You know I love you. I love you more now than when we married.
 
You are my past, my present and my future. This is crazy.
 
It was just a slip of the tongue, and it didn't mean anything, everything
 
was and is Okay."
 
But I couldn't take my uncertainty and doubt hat off.
 
I wondered why she wouldn't look at me when she professed her undying love.
 
And I found myself listening to and weighing her words, her tone.
 
And I found my mind weighing her words.
 
And over and over, my mind went back to the same question…
 
Of course, a part of me kept telling me this whole train of thought was stupid.
 
She had just mixed up her words. Tomorrow morning things would be back to normal
 
and in a day or two I'd laugh at my own paranoia.
 
I wanted to believe that, but everything felt...wrong. It was a simple mistake, but why
 
had she reacted the way she had?
 
 If it was nothing, she'd simply have laughed it off, went back to her reading and
 
teased me about taking it the wrong way. But she hadn't.
 
She had acted worried, disturbed and now she was acting in an unusually loving
 
manner.
 
She let my hand go and put the magazine on the drawer by her side of bed.
 
She reached up and turned off the nightlight on her side and told me, "Turn the light
 
off, darling."
 
As I reached over to my right to turn off the light on my side I saw her stand up out of
 
the corner of my eye and I held off turning off the light.
 
By the time I had rolled back to her the robe had dropped and she was stepping out
 
of her panties.
 
I watched her beautiful breasts, with the nipples pointing forward that
 
always fascinated me.
 
But I lost focus on those hot part of her when my eyes drifted down to her pussy.
 
I couldn't understand what I was looking at first. I found myself looking for the light
 
fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone.
 
It was as smooth as baby's bottom. Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the
 
red interior.
 
After a minute I realized she had shaved down there. Gotten rid of all her public hair.
 
Why, and for whom, I wondered.
 
I had never suggested it. Not in recent years, anyway.
 
She looked at me, read the expression on my face, and said with a timid smile, "Do
 
you like it? A lot of the girls at the job, especially the younger, told me this is really
 
hot and men love it."
 
I just looked at her for a moment, and then I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I bet
 
they do. Have you gotten any compliments?"
 
She just stared at me until what I'd said sunk in.
 
Now the tears appeared in her eyes. "How can you say that, Nadir. God, how can you
 
say something that mean...when I did this for you?"
 
The anger that was percolating inside me was coming out and I couldn't stop it.
 
"And just when were you going to show me your new look, baby? After you finished
 
your magazine? Or tomorrow or next week? When was the last time you did it for
 
me? Or asked if I like it?"
 
I pretended to think.
 
"Oh, yeah. Never. So, what's different about tonight. Oh, and how long ago did you
 
shave it?"
 
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling down like
 
ripe fruits. She knew that almost made me hard as a rock. She reached out and
 
closed her hand on my cock.
 
It was already rigid, and I couldn't help release a little groan of pleasure.
 
"I don't want to fight, Nadir, please… I want you. Inside me. The way it used to be. I'm
 
sorry I've let things slide.
 
I shaved because I wanted to excite you. I wanted you to grab me and throw me
 
down, spread my legs and fuck me the way you used to. We used to love it,
 
remember?"
 
And I wanted to believe her.
 
I wanted to believe she had shaved herself for me.
 
I wanted to believe that she had been planning to surprise me with incredibly hot sex
 
out of the blue tonight.
 
Unfortunately, I couldn't.
 
I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my rock hard cock. It was probably the hardest
 
thing I'd ever had to do.
 
She looked at me as if I'd gone crazy, and she probably thought I had.
 
"Babe, I really don't know what's going through your mind right now. I don't even
 
know if I know you anymore.
 
One thing I do know. There was no way in hell you were planning on having hot sex
 
with me tonight, baby. "
 
I looked at her curiously. She wasn't crying, just looked stunned.
 
I turned around and said, "I don't feel like it today, just like you felt an hour ago, now
 
we'd better go to sleep and see what happens tomorrow."
 
*
 
Saturday when I woke up first, I looked at the wall clock, 7:30 am, it was still too
 
early for a weekend day, I was curled up behind her, pulling her close with one arm
 
while my leg was dbangd over her.
 
A ray of sunshine knifed through the blinds directly onto my eyelids, disturbing my
 
sleep and waking me to greet the day.
 
I nuzzled the back of her head, letting her hair tickle my nose as I breathed her in.
 
Meena moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to
 
disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed.
 
She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me.
 
"What's up?" Meena whispered.
 
At this moment our conversation and my yesterday's thoughts and questions were
 
back in my head,
 
"I'm awake. I think I'm going to my study; you can continue sleeping, it’s too early,".
 
Meena smiled and said softly, "Okay, baby," she responded as she grabbed my
 
pillow and pulled it against herself, nesting with the intent to sleep longer.
 
I smiled again as I leaned over and kissed her cheek before grabbing some clothes
 
and leaving the room.
 
I wanted to go quickly through the recordings of my hidden cameras,
 
There was nothing exciting or important to see in the recordings, Meena's coming
 
and going, and telephone conversations with friends and colleagues that were often
 
too quiet and inaudible.
 
I thought I had to find a way to make the recording sound stronger.
 
The only thing that was interesting was the first day of my trip, when Jalal
 
visited Meena and was with her for a short time, even though she wasn't expecting
 
him.
 
 
She met him on the ground floor in her bathrobe and as you could see in the film,
 
they were both a bit shocked and Meena was visibly embarrassed.
 
And after some minutes he left.
 
 
Meena was away for a bit longer on Thursday.
 
She came home from work, took a shower, got dressed and then drove away.
 
After returning about four hours later, she went into the bedroom and strangely
 
enough took off her beautiful clothes, her skirt and blouse that she really likes, and
 
shoved them not in the laundry basket but under her bed!
 
But the third case was more interesting, it was recorded on yesterday, Friday, a
 
few hours before my arrival, at about 11:30 am, that Meena, after showering, got
 
dressed and left.
 
But she didn't take her car keys, which always hang next to the Kitchen door.
 
That meant she drove off with someone else.
 
I didn’t hear that she calls a taxi.
 
Then she came back about three hours later and went into the bathroom again.
 
At first, I tried to calm myself down, maybe she went shopping, but in beautiful,
 
elegant, sexy clothes? Why not by car? And above all, when she came back, she was
 
carrying a small package in her hand, packed in beautiful wrapping paper, which
 
she had put somewhere in the back of her wardrobe, before she undresses and
 
disappears into the bathroom.
 
where was she for over three hours?
 
***
 
About one hour later, I went back to the bedroom.
 
Meena was awake and I could hear her washing in the bathroom.
 
I lay down on my bed again and when she came back, I asked "Tell me baby, how
 
was your visit to Jalal’s Haus?"
 
She sat down on the bed next to me and replied, "it was quite nice with him, He has
 
a big house with a house staff, a few of whom are employed by him.
 
The man is Gardner and also responsible for buying, repairing and so on, his wife is
 
for internal work, cooking, cleaning and keeping things tidy...
 
Jalal really lives like a real lord in a small palace and garden, you have to see it,
 
unbelievable, oh beautiful...
 
His friend is also older but certainly a few years younger, around mid-fifties or even
 
younger. a nice, stocky man, a little shorter but still very tall with a beard, who looks
 
like a lumberjack from the last century, ", she laughed.
 
Then I asked her a question that interested me the most," And in addition to
 
watching the garden and eating dinner, what else did you do?"
 
" Sitting in his library, talking," Meena answered.
 
" Just talking?" I asked.
 
"Yes, it was a long talk with him and his friend. We were three hours or even more
 
talking, and dinking a splendid wine too, ", she answered, quickly.
 
"Did his friend then left?" I asked.
 
"Yes, he left shortly after dinner, he had to ride to his country ranch, " After that
 
Meena looked a little unsure whether she gave the right answer or whether she said
 
something wrong.
 
That meant they two, Meena and that old Jalal were at least two hours alone.
 
After that Meena stood up and while she was going to the door she said, I'm making
 
coffee and left the room to go to the ground floor.
 
*
 
Of course, I was wondering if she was telling the truth.
 
But I couldn't imagine what they had to talk about so long, it didn't seem right.
And of course I was suspicious.
 
I knew Meena too long not to notice her changed behaviour and mannerisms.
 
But for the moment I was undecided…"
 
That was obvious, Meena and Jalal had done more than have dinner and talk.
 
 They had been together.
 
Two hours talking? Just two of them? I knew that Jalal is interested in her and
 
I guessed, no, I was sure that he tried to approach her intimately. 
 
But have they been intimate?
 
Did Meena let him in my absence to approach her and more?
 
If not, why would she behave so strange?
 
I thought my suspicions of them had to be borne out, I had to search further and
 
Deeper.
 
But this desperate situation was too much for me and the more I thought about her
 
behaviour since I was back, I saw it clearly, yes, with intent and purpose Meena was
 
betraying me with this old man!
 
She played with words; she said she is ‘relieved’ that I am back! Strange, very
 
strange this all!
 
I was laying on my bed and thinking.
 
But at the end I came to the conclusion that I may have paranoia!
 
but that didn't give me any peace.
 
She lied or concealed something?  Shit! I thought to myself.
 
How could I be sure? Then I thought perhaps I could find some hints in her cell
 
phone, and yes, she had left it, at the bedside table, I reached for it and opened it. 
 
I knew the password; it was my birthdate.
 
As I thumbed through the contact list of recent days, I found his name, Noori, twelve
 
times! some were not accepted or answered. But at least seven have gone through.
 
Realizing that I would have better luck looking at the text messages first, I thumbed
 
the icon and then started looking at some of the texts. Attached to two messages
 
were those pictures!
 
First there were photos she sent me, but differently captioned ‘dream of me… ’ but
 
were sent to Noori!
 
And his reply was a photo of a man. This is he, Jalal, I thought, and I was sure, even
if his face was not to see.
 
His muscular, hairy chest and belly were hidden under a tank top.
 
He was standing in his white boxer shorts, but I could see his massive bulge the
 
head of his dick trying to poke out down against the inside of his thigh.
 
He was abnormally long! probably at least eight inches long and thicker
 
than mine for sure, It was captioned. 'All yours.'
 
Now the proof is there, now it was borne out!
 
She did all of that these days just so she could fuck that big old guy, what else? `
 
And now seeing it all, I wanted to confront Meena with her shit.
 
I wanted to get her treachery out on the table.
 
I thought about the recordings of my hidden cameras.
 
With the exception of the first harmless day, they were never seen together on film,
 
but they also met away from home, probably at his place more often.
 
 Then I thought about the two strange things in films, that preoccupied me when I
 
looked at them.
 
I got up and rummaged through her closet and found what I was looking for.
 
There was a gift, a pink lingerie, very sexy with a handwritten gift note: 'For the most
 
beautiful and sexiest woman in my life that I have ever met, I hope to see you soon
 
while you have them on! Kiss on your hot lips'! Kiss JN’
 
Okay, everything's clear!
 
Then I thought of dress that she unusual for her, had left hidden under her bed.
 
it was still there, her beautiful summer clothes that she loves them!
 
But surprisingly they were stained and smelled kind of funny.
 
Then I remembered that she went had these on, the day before yesterday, when
 
she left home for hours.
 
I came to the conclusion that the stains were semen stains and not something else.
 
because they looked exactly like the ones that sometimes happen to me when I'm
 
careless!
 
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