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A short remark,
Before I continue the story here, I think it's better to clarify something that I apparently haven't
expressed clearly yet, for a given reason and also for new readers who discovered this narrate,
recently.
The fantasies I had or still have and comes often in this narrate, which remained fantasies and
which came true and became reality, and turned me on, inevitably involved situations where my
wife was with someone else. It wasn't about her cheating,
her special connection with (except Mansour with whom she had a special connection which was
not- intended from her side), her wanting or falling in love with another person.
It was simply about the sexual coming together, and mating of other men, and my wife,
allowing that man or those men to use her, and her dutifully yielding to that goal and that goal
alone.
Of course, she was brought to ecstasy in each case. But the drive wasn't that she was after
something, it was that someone else was getting something: relief, from her body. Her ultimate
pleasure was beside the point. It was the essence of "man mates with woman," and it was such a
taboo turn-on for me when I allowed my fantasy to be reality and pair my wife with a needy man
or men, older or younger, fit or overweight, nice or not nice, those details didn't matter. In fact, the
more details there were, the better. Sometimes everyday things and talks triggered a fantasy or our sexual actions,
sometimes they didn't.
It wasn't that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced. Deep down, I didn't want any of that to
happen. No case began or ended with my wife falling in love with someone else or ending up
with someone else, and this is why we are together, still!
Part of the core or premise of my fantasies was that my wife was... well, my wife, my partner and
Companion and we were and are a team.
No fantasy or real happening ever revolved around us living a life with other people, not she or me.
If "something" happened in there, it was secondary to our unity.
That's what made it such a hot and deliciously perverse feeling, imagining ansd watching her being used and her
body and mind being seduced in the process. Taken and manipulated to a level of depravity.
She liked what was being done for two reasons: Firstly: The physical feeling of being touched, her
body being seduced and used... whatever, and secondly: She is with me, and I am part of what is
happening to her.
I wonder if my wife and I would have made it if the trigger, Mansour’s appearance, was not there.
We've been married at time for ten years (now it is over 25 years!) and loved each other since
far more years. But after Mansour story, my thoughts and fantasies have begun and gotten more
and more perverse and keeping them to myself just about impossible.
That is the reason why the story took the direction you find here (don't forget to read the first book
here under the name "An Old Debt Has To Be Paid").
Thank you
Salir
Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 5
Nadir’s Narration:
We followed the weekend of December 20th, the invitation of Tahir to go to his farm, to celebrate
die longest night of the year.
It was a very cold Friday, and his party was planned for the evening and night. Some of his friends
were there and Farzan and Sara were present as usual. Unfortunately, Mitra couldn't be there
despite being invited because of a cold. The night was long and very fun. Lots of dancing and
laughing as well as alcohol was involved.
The next day we slept very late. And when we went into the living room, only Tahir and Farzan
were there. Many guests had left. Sara too.
As we sat down Meena said it is really cold outside. I confirmed and Farzan said, “ Tahir went out
for a short while with the dogs. He even goes out in minus forty degrees, probably his parents
were Eskimos.” We all laughed about it.
I said, "Then I hope it is not a souvenir from a guest who visited his parents' house!". Meena
looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Nadir!".
Farzan laughed loudly and said, "It's not impossible, he doesn't look like an Eskimo at all, I know
that Eskimos are very friendly, they offer their guests even their women as gifts."
The fireplace was roaring and crackling and breaking up the silence between our voices.
I felt silly to plan staying longer, for being told the weather situation and the cold snap and thought
maybe we shouldn't stay any longer and should go home in this weather, especially because
heavy snowfall was expected.
At this moment is Tahir with his dogs appeared. Meena asked, "snow?". Tahir replied, "No, but it's
cold, really cold!"
"Yes, well...I think we caught the wrong weekend to stay longer, Meena, " I said, “Do
you want to go home?”, and I asked her.
"Oh, I'm sure we can manage for a little bit," she replies and looked at the two dogs.
The two men looked over and stared.
“I would like to get some fresh air. Can I go out with my two four-legged friends?”
Meena's brow dropped and she looked at Tahir.
It was lousy outside, and it would have been foolish to leave but this is Meena, I
thought. Tahir nod to draw yes and said, “But be careful, Don’t go to far, should I
accompany you?”
Meena looked at me, then at Tahir and said, “No need, I come back soon,”. And she
left for our room to change.
After fifteen minutes Meena came back with two dogs. And said, “It is at the moment
a rain snow,” She was soaking wet was taking off her shoes and her wet socks.
I noticed that Tahir and Farzan stopped what they were chatting to stare at her.
Meena looked up at the men and then at me. Her hair was quite wet and still hung
about her face.
"Oh. I'll just...I'll just step out to our room for a moment." She smiled and walked
quickly by the men. They watched as she went out the door, then glanced my way.
I wanted to make nice and keep this comfortable for Meena, so I just smiled.
When Meena came back in, she was wearing long johns and wool socks. Her hair
wrapped up in a towel. The long johns were tight and form fitting. I thought this
quite bold but unintentional, and really the only option since the few things we did
bring to wear. The two men stopped their chatting again and watched Meena.
She wiped hair from her face and shyly mumbled, "Excuse me" and sort of tip toed
past them, picking up her pace as she made her way toward me, I was sitting a bit
away from the two and looking at a magazine.
She looked over her shoulder at them. Tahir and Farzan were looking still. With her
hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing just the long johns, Meena looked quite sexy.
While fiddling with the towel, she accidentally stuck out her chest and arched her
back.
I looked to see the two friends noticed as well. The room was silent and Meena
looked up to catch me staring. I didn't think that Tahir and Farzan were doing more
than looking. But I was beginning to see images of them staring at Meena in my
head.
She turned to see her two admirers. I could gues that in their looks was a glimpse of
sexual interest and passion, and Meena as a very sensible female, certainly noticed
that. The eyes of both of them spoke to her.
"Nadir," she whispered under breath as she turned to look at me. She appeared
And sounded, ashamed.
"You look good," I said honestly. I shrugged and pulled my sweater over my head.
Meena looked back at them both.
Tahir said why are you so tense about the weather, it will get better, besides I have enough wood
to burn.
I won't let you go away in this weather anyway, so relax and we'll have a good time here, okay?
"Okay," I said, not knowing what else to say.
Meena smiled at him and said, "I said I have no problem; I agree to stay and I am also relaxed,"
and then looked at me.
"You are the nicest young lady I know,” Tahir said and smiled at Meena. She gave him
a slight smile and looked to me.
"Hey," I said, raising my hands up, "I am fine, we're fine. Right?" I looked to Meena.
She looked at Tahir and Farzan and nodded.
" It's beautiful out here even in winter and snow, you are cold come here to fire,
Meena," Meena went to them and he took her by the hand which was lost in his large
one.
"Oh, well, I like to be here…" Meena said, turning and giving me the slightest crooked
eye.
"Thank you," I interrupted for her. "And thanks for everything Tahir,"
"Yes, thank you," Meena said, letting Tahir hold her hand to be polite. "Um, I think I
will go use bathroom and then lay down and read for a while."
"Read?" Farzan asked. He hasn't been very talkative lately and has just been
watching Meena. I even thought he was having some kind of fantasy with her and
that's why he looks so absent.
Meena stopped and turned around. "Yes, why?"
"And what are you reading?" he asked.
" A roman named ‚Romancing Mister Bridgerton’." Meena answered.
"I don’t know the book, unfortunately. Well, how about you, Nadir?" he said to me.
Meena smiled and before I replied, she spoke, "He hates fiction," Meena chuckled to
Tahir was mostly watching Meena.
"Yeah, yeah, I see," I said, rolling my eyes.
Meena got up and Tahir and Farzan watched her long-underwear-clad butts shake as
she left the group. I looked at them for reaction to their stares and they just sat there.
A moment later I excused myself, “I'm coming back. I have to see if my wife needs anything,”.
When I was in the room, I saw that Meena was reading. She looked at me briefly and I asked if
everything was okay.
"I don’t know… Farzan looks at me kind of funny. Tahir just looks.", she answered and smiled
nervously.
"Yeah, I guess they were being a bit obvious. It's too bad we are in this wetter here locked up and
can’t go outside. But you have not to be scary, they are men, and you know the men, but basically
they are decent people, and we know them, right? But they, when they, you know..." I stared at
Meena.
"But what?", she asked curiously.
"Huh?", I spoke.
" It's too bad we are in this wetter here, but...?" she insisted.
"Nothing…" I answered.
"No?" she asked. "No confused thoughts clouding your brain? Nadir, I know you. I can tell by the
look on your face. And you know you're going try to make me think about it, and I just want rest
here, and read, and I will not be able to do so, if you're lying there thinking things."
"Sounds like you're thinking about it as me," I teased. "Okay, seriously, baby. Rest and read. I
might take a glass of wine from Tahir, but I'll be back shortly.”
To be continued…
Before I continue the story here, I think it's better to clarify something that I apparently haven't
expressed clearly yet, for a given reason and also for new readers who discovered this narrate,
recently.
The fantasies I had or still have and comes often in this narrate, which remained fantasies and
which came true and became reality, and turned me on, inevitably involved situations where my
wife was with someone else. It wasn't about her cheating,
her special connection with (except Mansour with whom she had a special connection which was
not- intended from her side), her wanting or falling in love with another person.
It was simply about the sexual coming together, and mating of other men, and my wife,
allowing that man or those men to use her, and her dutifully yielding to that goal and that goal
alone.
Of course, she was brought to ecstasy in each case. But the drive wasn't that she was after
something, it was that someone else was getting something: relief, from her body. Her ultimate
pleasure was beside the point. It was the essence of "man mates with woman," and it was such a
taboo turn-on for me when I allowed my fantasy to be reality and pair my wife with a needy man
or men, older or younger, fit or overweight, nice or not nice, those details didn't matter. In fact, the
more details there were, the better. Sometimes everyday things and talks triggered a fantasy or our sexual actions,
sometimes they didn't.
It wasn't that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced. Deep down, I didn't want any of that to
happen. No case began or ended with my wife falling in love with someone else or ending up
with someone else, and this is why we are together, still!
Part of the core or premise of my fantasies was that my wife was... well, my wife, my partner and
Companion and we were and are a team.
No fantasy or real happening ever revolved around us living a life with other people, not she or me.
If "something" happened in there, it was secondary to our unity.
That's what made it such a hot and deliciously perverse feeling, imagining ansd watching her being used and her
body and mind being seduced in the process. Taken and manipulated to a level of depravity.
She liked what was being done for two reasons: Firstly: The physical feeling of being touched, her
body being seduced and used... whatever, and secondly: She is with me, and I am part of what is
happening to her.
I wonder if my wife and I would have made it if the trigger, Mansour’s appearance, was not there.
We've been married at time for ten years (now it is over 25 years!) and loved each other since
far more years. But after Mansour story, my thoughts and fantasies have begun and gotten more
and more perverse and keeping them to myself just about impossible.
That is the reason why the story took the direction you find here (don't forget to read the first book
here under the name "An Old Debt Has To Be Paid").
Thank you
Salir
Sparrows and Sparrowhawks – 5
Nadir’s Narration:
We followed the weekend of December 20th, the invitation of Tahir to go to his farm, to celebrate
die longest night of the year.
It was a very cold Friday, and his party was planned for the evening and night. Some of his friends
were there and Farzan and Sara were present as usual. Unfortunately, Mitra couldn't be there
despite being invited because of a cold. The night was long and very fun. Lots of dancing and
laughing as well as alcohol was involved.
The next day we slept very late. And when we went into the living room, only Tahir and Farzan
were there. Many guests had left. Sara too.
As we sat down Meena said it is really cold outside. I confirmed and Farzan said, “ Tahir went out
for a short while with the dogs. He even goes out in minus forty degrees, probably his parents
were Eskimos.” We all laughed about it.
I said, "Then I hope it is not a souvenir from a guest who visited his parents' house!". Meena
looked at me with a serious expression and said, "Nadir!".
Farzan laughed loudly and said, "It's not impossible, he doesn't look like an Eskimo at all, I know
that Eskimos are very friendly, they offer their guests even their women as gifts."
The fireplace was roaring and crackling and breaking up the silence between our voices.
I felt silly to plan staying longer, for being told the weather situation and the cold snap and thought
maybe we shouldn't stay any longer and should go home in this weather, especially because
heavy snowfall was expected.
At this moment is Tahir with his dogs appeared. Meena asked, "snow?". Tahir replied, "No, but it's
cold, really cold!"
"Yes, well...I think we caught the wrong weekend to stay longer, Meena, " I said, “Do
you want to go home?”, and I asked her.
"Oh, I'm sure we can manage for a little bit," she replies and looked at the two dogs.
The two men looked over and stared.
“I would like to get some fresh air. Can I go out with my two four-legged friends?”
Meena's brow dropped and she looked at Tahir.
It was lousy outside, and it would have been foolish to leave but this is Meena, I
thought. Tahir nod to draw yes and said, “But be careful, Don’t go to far, should I
accompany you?”
Meena looked at me, then at Tahir and said, “No need, I come back soon,”. And she
left for our room to change.
After fifteen minutes Meena came back with two dogs. And said, “It is at the moment
a rain snow,” She was soaking wet was taking off her shoes and her wet socks.
I noticed that Tahir and Farzan stopped what they were chatting to stare at her.
Meena looked up at the men and then at me. Her hair was quite wet and still hung
about her face.
"Oh. I'll just...I'll just step out to our room for a moment." She smiled and walked
quickly by the men. They watched as she went out the door, then glanced my way.
I wanted to make nice and keep this comfortable for Meena, so I just smiled.
When Meena came back in, she was wearing long johns and wool socks. Her hair
wrapped up in a towel. The long johns were tight and form fitting. I thought this
quite bold but unintentional, and really the only option since the few things we did
bring to wear. The two men stopped their chatting again and watched Meena.
She wiped hair from her face and shyly mumbled, "Excuse me" and sort of tip toed
past them, picking up her pace as she made her way toward me, I was sitting a bit
away from the two and looking at a magazine.
She looked over her shoulder at them. Tahir and Farzan were looking still. With her
hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing just the long johns, Meena looked quite sexy.
While fiddling with the towel, she accidentally stuck out her chest and arched her
back.
I looked to see the two friends noticed as well. The room was silent and Meena
looked up to catch me staring. I didn't think that Tahir and Farzan were doing more
than looking. But I was beginning to see images of them staring at Meena in my
head.
She turned to see her two admirers. I could gues that in their looks was a glimpse of
sexual interest and passion, and Meena as a very sensible female, certainly noticed
that. The eyes of both of them spoke to her.
"Nadir," she whispered under breath as she turned to look at me. She appeared
And sounded, ashamed.
"You look good," I said honestly. I shrugged and pulled my sweater over my head.
Meena looked back at them both.
Tahir said why are you so tense about the weather, it will get better, besides I have enough wood
to burn.
I won't let you go away in this weather anyway, so relax and we'll have a good time here, okay?
"Okay," I said, not knowing what else to say.
Meena smiled at him and said, "I said I have no problem; I agree to stay and I am also relaxed,"
and then looked at me.
"You are the nicest young lady I know,” Tahir said and smiled at Meena. She gave him
a slight smile and looked to me.
"Hey," I said, raising my hands up, "I am fine, we're fine. Right?" I looked to Meena.
She looked at Tahir and Farzan and nodded.
" It's beautiful out here even in winter and snow, you are cold come here to fire,
Meena," Meena went to them and he took her by the hand which was lost in his large
one.
"Oh, well, I like to be here…" Meena said, turning and giving me the slightest crooked
eye.
"Thank you," I interrupted for her. "And thanks for everything Tahir,"
"Yes, thank you," Meena said, letting Tahir hold her hand to be polite. "Um, I think I
will go use bathroom and then lay down and read for a while."
"Read?" Farzan asked. He hasn't been very talkative lately and has just been
watching Meena. I even thought he was having some kind of fantasy with her and
that's why he looks so absent.
Meena stopped and turned around. "Yes, why?"
"And what are you reading?" he asked.
" A roman named ‚Romancing Mister Bridgerton’." Meena answered.
"I don’t know the book, unfortunately. Well, how about you, Nadir?" he said to me.
Meena smiled and before I replied, she spoke, "He hates fiction," Meena chuckled to
Tahir was mostly watching Meena.
"Yeah, yeah, I see," I said, rolling my eyes.
Meena got up and Tahir and Farzan watched her long-underwear-clad butts shake as
she left the group. I looked at them for reaction to their stares and they just sat there.
A moment later I excused myself, “I'm coming back. I have to see if my wife needs anything,”.
When I was in the room, I saw that Meena was reading. She looked at me briefly and I asked if
everything was okay.
"I don’t know… Farzan looks at me kind of funny. Tahir just looks.", she answered and smiled
nervously.
"Yeah, I guess they were being a bit obvious. It's too bad we are in this wetter here locked up and
can’t go outside. But you have not to be scary, they are men, and you know the men, but basically
they are decent people, and we know them, right? But they, when they, you know..." I stared at
Meena.
"But what?", she asked curiously.
"Huh?", I spoke.
" It's too bad we are in this wetter here, but...?" she insisted.
"Nothing…" I answered.
"No?" she asked. "No confused thoughts clouding your brain? Nadir, I know you. I can tell by the
look on your face. And you know you're going try to make me think about it, and I just want rest
here, and read, and I will not be able to do so, if you're lying there thinking things."
"Sounds like you're thinking about it as me," I teased. "Okay, seriously, baby. Rest and read. I
might take a glass of wine from Tahir, but I'll be back shortly.”
To be continued…
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