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

[Salir]

New Horizons 2 (I)


Nadir's Narration:

The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the 
reflections of events that changes our life. 


How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in 
our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do 
not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.

How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in 
our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do 
not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.

After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena,  to 
reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
 
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.

As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, 
her  consciousness.
 
There was always for me, a struggles between desire and humiliation.

since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship.

Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.

***

Afternoon, as she was back at home, my beautiful wife Meena jumped into my arms and pressed her big 
breasts to my chest while looking at me with a joyful look on her beautiful face.

"Tonight, we will make love like we haven't in a long time, I love you",", but first I have to do my exercises...".
 
Then she reached down and playfully gripped my cock through my jeans, "Actually, I am now so horny, but I had 
to wait until in bed, I just want to get in your pant’s big boy,".

"I want you to put on the lingerie that Jalal gave you, for me, would you do that? Please?  You know I love 
the sexy lingerie on you?" I asked.

" Yes sure, my baby, if you like… I hope you're going to like!" Her big brown eyes flashed as she smiled 
mischievously.

I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when 
you were twenty, "."Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!", Meena giggled.

*

Meena had just finished exercising. She was still upstairs doing her post-workout stretching thing after exercise, 
and I happened to be out in the driveway sitting in my car looking for something when he rang.

I rushed to the door.

"Hey Doki," he said. I saw that he was clearly surprised. I was supposed to be at work and in the hospital at that time. 
I was surprised too that he is there.

I knew he will stop by but I thought he would call first.

"Oh... Hey Jalal. I didn't hear you are coming, come in." I spoke.

"Came up kind of sudden. I told Meena yesterday that I have to go away for a few days, but I'll come by 
beforehand.","So... I'm leaving for a short trip tomorrow. Is everything OK, is the pool working?", he asked.

"Oh yes, sure. Everything is ok." I replied.

"Perfec., Is Meena okay too??" Jalal asked.

"Yes, she is fine too and will surely be happy to see you," I said.

He took off his cap and scratched his head, looking from me to the house.

"I am also pleased," I added, staring back at him.

I looked to the house, half expecting to see Meena staring out the window at us.
 
I suddenly had the urge to implement my not yet fully thought-out and not yet fully developed plan.

Perhaps it was his apparent eagerness to get one more chance with her, and/or the idea that this might be his 
last chance with her before he is gone or before I prevent all this, or Meena has turned away from him forever 
in this regard. 

Meena and I had already discussed the reality of what Jalal might expect as time goes on and agreed on the 
fact that whatever happens it wasn't going to be the case of a surprising visit.
 
Neither of us were looking for his visit before we discussed and planned and developed this.

 Above all, he should know what to expect and that I am the one who manages the situation.

But now, after this surprise visit from him, at this time and at our house before he goes away for a few days, 
I thought about it and came up with a spontaneous plan.

"I think Meena's up there still working out after her exercises, so... Might not be a good time," I said, ", but I 
suppose it couldn't hurt to come in and say goodbye."

"Aw for real?" he said, perking up.

I turned to look at him.
"Maybe not, Jalal, but if you like, I think you can. Being smart means you might have to be when you least 
want to, you know? Just…  I'm sure she'll be cool with at least saying hello." I giggled.

"Yes. Okey, if you mean and say…" he said.

"Just remember you are already in her heart as far as I know," I said over my shoulder as we headed inside.
 
"Really? are you sure? it is so beautiful to hear this from you, especially. I am happy to be a good friend 
for you two," he said, closing the door behind him.

We stood at the bottom of the steps and leaned up the stairwell.

"You still up there, babe?" I asked out laud.

"Yeah," came Meena's voice.

I nodded toward the stairs for Jalal to follow.

"You decent?" I said, stepping up the stairs.

"Yeah, are you?" she asked from our bedroom.

I paused in the hallway and Jalal bumped into me. 
The bedroom door was half open. 
'Eh...screw it,' I thought, and proceeded to lead him in there.

"Eeep!" Meena shrieked, tried to hide herself quickly behind the screen that always stood 
next to her bedside. She was wearing nothing but her stretch yoga pants. 

"Nadir!" she said, peeking out from the side of screen with her arms folded over her chest.

"You said you were decent," I told her.

"Uh! For you! In here?!..." She glanced past me, widening her eyes. 

I took the hint and stepped in front of Jalal.
 
I looked over my shoulder at Jalal and he and looked away.

"Sorry," he said.

"Not your fault, Jalal," Meena said, staring at me for an explanation. 

"So... anyway... Like our bedroom?" she added, still drilling a hole in me with her eyes.

"Jalal came by because he is leaving tomorrow. He is here to say goodbye before he leaves," I said.

" Just came by again to see if y'all was here before I go.  I don't want to disturb you, 
I'll go now, sorry Meena."

"Hmm," Meena said, looking down.

Jalal just stared at her, and she stepped back behind the screen, again and more.

"I… I… No problem, you can stay yet…", Meena said, "Nadir?". 

I could tell Jalal glanced my way, but I maintained eye contact with Meena. 

I walked up next to the screen and folded back the section she was standing behind.
 
"Nadir?!",she exhaled and immediately becoming flush as she reached for her own shoulders 
and turned a knee inward.

"Okay, Meena, can I leave you two shortly aloe?" I asked, 

Meena exhaled a loud sigh from her nose but didn't answer, she just looked back and forth 
between me and Jalal.

"I'll be right back,", I left and hurried to my study and quickly turned on my computer monitors to 
observe what was happening in the bedroom. 

I guess Jalal realized and noticed what was going on, at the latest as I deliberately left them both alone.

It was now time for Menna to move. 

She had to decide how to proceed. I expressed my opinion indirectly but clearly 
about the situation and now she had to decide what would happen.

"Those your workout clothes?" Jalal asked, looking her down.

"Mm, yes," she answered softly.

"Your body is perfect and all tight, Meena" he said, looking down Meena's taut abdomen as it expanded 
and contracted with each breath.

He stepped up against her and she fidgeted nervously, swallowing as she dared to look up at him, then 
back down over her arms.

"I haven't thought about anything else since we met last Friday, you know, ", he said.

Meena didn't know what to say to that, only giving Jalal a faint, "Oh...um...Jalal I'm not sure 
that...", she exhaled deep.

"Oh my God, Meena, I need you so…" he said, taking an absentminded step toward Meena.

"Jalal!" she sighed and said, "We need to be careful, Nadir is not far," she whispered and with her head 
pointing the door.

"Yeah? I guess Doki knows, he brought me here and left us alone I'm sure... He wants it... 
He left it up to you to decide, you can see that,", he whispered back.

Meena bit her lip then turned back to look at Jalal.

I thought Meena was disturbed that something like that was happening in our bedroom.

Jalal approached Meena, she looked up at him, so he bent down and kissed her ear. 

I heard her swallow as she breathed heavily in front of him. He took her by the chin and turned her head up 
and kissed her, and while doing so gently pushed down on her forearms, eliciting a muffled whimper from her.
 
Then he gripped her arms and held them behind her, making her little breasts thrust out and heave as she 
panted at Jalal.

"Meena you have such beautiful breasts,", he said gently. 

Meena's beautifull tits heaved with each nervous breath.
She watched as Jalal reached out and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and index 
finger.

"Ohhh," she exhaled softly and squirmed.

He leaned in and took Meena's other breast in his mouth and began sucking hard on her nipple.

"Ohhh," Meena sighed. "Oh my God…" she moaned out as he ran his other hand down over her spandex 
covered pussy mound. 

Meena's body immediately shuddered, then she immediately reached up to cradle Jalal's head as he nursed on 
her breast. 

"Oh my...oh my god," Meena sighed, swooning forward and bracing her hands on Jalal's shoulders to 
keep from falling. 

He stopped to hold her by the forearm. 
Jala then turned her back to him. 

Meena just swallowed and looked up in a daze, catching her breath.

I could watch clearly on monitor; Jalal was looking down at her ass.

"Your ass is perfect, , Meena," Jalal said to me as he reached out and briefly felt her up.

"Oh," she sighed, standing up on her tip toes.

"Meena, you got such a fine body,".

"Oooh..." came her soft voice as she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"Meena, you don ‘t realize the affect you have on a man when he sees you, especially in these stretch pants."

"Mm..g'g'ah," she stuttered softly. 

I sensed how her body was rising and falling with her heavier breath as she stared up at him.

"Show me,", he whispered, "Show me what causes men to need you most of all Meena."

"Mmph," she whimpered then took a small step forward and put her feet together, then arched her 
ass lightly out for Jalal. 

He had a perfect view down her arched back as she stuck out her ass.

Jalal reached down and took Meena's ass cheeks, and squeezing them.

"Oh…" came her breathy whisper.

"You like that?", he asked softly. "Me fondling you?"

"Yesss..." she whispered, looking up.

"More?"

"Yesss..." she said even softer. Meena swallowed nervously and looked to her side. 
"I want you to keep touching me," she whispered.

Jalal ran his hand between her legs, and she twitched with a soft moan.

He gripped Meena's shoulder and put more effort into his rubbing of her spandex covered pussy.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned.

"Feels good," he said as he stared down at Meena's ass.

She just panted softly as she arched her ass up and down on his hand.

"Feels good and looks good," he added, supinating his hand so he was palming Meena from behind.

"Ohhh," she moaned, this time in her regular voice.

"Yeah?" Jalal asked.

"Oh yesss...like that. Mmph..." Meena's voice was a breathy whisper of increasing lust. 

"Oooh look at..." Jalal said, marvelling at it. He clenched a fistful of the back of her yoga pants 
at the waistband in his left hand to hold her still as he rubbed her with his right.

"God that looks hot," I thought.

"Mmm," Jalal groaned, suddenly gripping the flare of Meena's hips and just rubbing his tented 
cock up against the side of her ass.

Jalal just stared down at Meena's ass as he slowly humped up against it. He gave it a hard underhanded 
smack and went back to rubbing her spandex covered mound again.

"Oooh!" she whined, turning to look back at him.

Jalal just watched his hand as he sawed it up and down her ass and between her crotch. 
He looked like he was trying to speak.

"Oh my...Godddd," came Meena's trembling voice. 

"You are all wet Meena," Jalal added, watching closely as he slowly ran the side of his hand up and down 
against her turned up spandex covered mound.

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and scoot them down a few inches,
"Ohhhhh..." she groaned at it.

Jalal slid his open hand down the back of Meena's pants and began palming her bare pussy.
"Mmmm," she moaned shakily.

"All wet," Jalal exhaled, looking up at me.

Meena was scooting her ass back at him with clenched teeth and droopy eyes, she was so wet that even I could 
hear the slick wet sounds of Jalal's hand wagging between her labia.

He pulled the back waistband of Meena's spandex to work more of his hand inside. The sensation caused Meena 
to perk up with an attentive look and moan "oooh".
"You are making me come," she quickly whispered.

Jalal was gripping her hip with one hand as he worked his other from side to side under the back of her spandex. 
He took a step closer so he could better manage palming her wiggling pussy.
Meena strained her head up as she began to cry out in orgasm. As the first crashing wave hit, she began rising up on 
the balls of her feet as her pelvis and leg quivered uncontrollably. he just held her as she endured her orgasm. 

Looking down he could see her ass jump and twitch against his hand.

As she started to come down Meena raised her head up, making little whimper and moaning noises as Jalal 
slowly rubbed her.

"MM!" she suddenly moaned with a jump as an aftershock ripped through her.
She had several more, moaning out with each one, before slowly parting lips.

"Good?" Jalal asked.

Meena sighed up at him with a hazy glow about her. He kissed her head. 
She swallowed, then turned to look behind her. She reached back and grabbed a handful of Jalal's shirt.

"Comere," she groaned, pulling him to her for a lip mashing kiss passionately. 

Jalal stepped up against her ass and reached under her arms to cup both tits as he began humping up against her. 

Meena moaned as she shoved and wiggled it out back against him.

She pulled away and looked down at Jalal's hands as they worked her tits, then looked up at him. 

Jalal slid his hands down over her tummy and worked his thumbs under the waistband of her spandex yoga pants.

"Jalal…" she went to say, stopping short when he took her by the wrist. 

He placed her hand over the bulge in his sweats and she inhaled sharply. 

She looked nervously up as her other arm fell to her side. 

Jalal reached over and cupped one of Meena's naked breasts and she swooned on already unsteady legs.

"God… My god…" she whispered hotly, her eyelids fluttering. 
She crooked her head back to look up at him, as if about to speak, when Jalal took Meena by the waist and turned her sideways to him. 

He lowered his head and began sucking on her breast as he held her up with one arm wrapped around her naked back.

"Oh my-... Jalal," Meena sighed, her upper body twitching as she slowly leaned back. Wearing nothing but a pair of stretch 
yoga pants that were pulled halfway over her ass she just stood there, straight legged with her breasts thrust out and her 
arms hanging down at her side as he sucked on her nipple. 

It was so erotic for me to see the sucking lips of some old man we hardly knew attached to my wife's little pink nipple.
"Jalal... suck my wife's tits," I groaned as I watched them on monitor. 

Meena‘s head lolled over and her eyes found hidden camera as they dropped from the sensation of Jalal's sucking 
mouth on her breast. 
He reached down and ran his hand over her spandex covered pussy mound as he continued mauling her breast with his mouth.

"Oh my Gaud..." she moaned and reached up to hold onto his shoulders.

"Jalal take her," I groaned.

"Jalal," she breathed hotly. "Jalal you are...Oh God you are making me so wet...mmph..."

He suddenly stopped sucking Meena's breast and looked at her as he slowly palmed her crotch. 
She was just panting at him as she caught her breath, pumping her her hips against his hand. 

He pulled Meena to him and began kissing her, the visible action of his mouth indicating he was forcing his tongue into hers. 

She immediately braced her hands against his chest and looked directly at camera in wide-eyed surprise as she 
exhaled her moaning breath into his mouth.
Meena was pushing at him, but Jalal wouldn't take no for an answer and only doubled down on his efforts, taking a sudden 
and tighter hold around her shoulders, pinning her arms tighter between them and giving her less leverage with which to push 
away from him.

Slowly, Meena began raising her knee up against Jalal's waist and locked her lower leg around him, at which point he reached 
around and grabbed her spandex clad ass and pulled her tighter against him, turning her taut and toned little back to 
my camera in the process. 

Meena was slowly pumping her hips against him, and I felt my cock twitch with a surge of pre-cum.

They necked and ground against each other like this for several moments when Jalal broke their kiss with a mutually breathy 
gasp for air only to begin biting at Meena's neck.

"Oh my...Oh my God!" she sighed as she was thoroughly ravaged by the old man who only some days before had broken in our life.

Meena was struggling to turn to look unnoticeable at hidden camera when Jalal suddenly began working his thumbs under the 
waistband of her yoga pants. 

Her leg came down and she wavered against him as her body was manhandled.
"Mm," Meena swallowed nervously. "Jalal... Jalal, please wait," she said, pushing him away.

Jalal leaned back from Meena, looking down at her like he wanted to either kill her or eat her.

She went to speak but he just spun her around, "Oh!" She gulped and looked back over her shoulder as he began 
tugging her yoga pants down over her hips.

"Ohhh," came Meena's shaky sigh. "Jalal..." she whispered nervously as her body moved from his efforts.

I hadn't even noticed Jalal had removed his sweat shorts. He gripped one of Meena's shoulders and immediately 
found her pussy with the head of his cock and forced it in with one push…


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