01-04-2025, 07:24 PM
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An Old Debt Has To Be Paid… 2
Afternoon I was planning some change in security system of our house. I took the Friday free, but I didn’t tell her
about it. Then as we moved in our house, Meena's father talked us into a very specialized alarm-security
system. He claimed that in the event of theft, if we have a modern security-system we would have no problem
with insurance company to be paid. We let some cameras to be installed in the house.
They were the best quality and very sensitive. I told Meena that this is worth to invest in such technical
perfection and the price do not matter. The cameras were very small, and they transmitted images from each
corner even from guest house or garden. Their function was dependent of movement in the space which
controlled by each of them. They were hidden and secret. Nobody should be able to detect them, unless he
knew about their location! They could be turned on or off by a switch in the garage.
I did this always manually when leaving. This turned the security system and cameras on.
When they were on, once the motion sensors had been tripped the cameras recorded everything but then they
stopped if there was no movement after five minutes.
The cameras were linked to a hard disc with high capacity and automatically every active camera was recorded.
I could look at recorded films and eventually after controlling them to delete or download the files on my
computer.
Each room had multiple cameras, so every angle was covered and nothing was missed.
If I wanted, I could even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if
I needed to. When we were home, I kept the cameras turned off and I controlled the whole system through my PC.
Now I wanted to be the only one who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on. Anotrher Point
was to Change the system so that turning off the security system only turn off the alarms but not inactivate the
cameras. But I wanted that nobody knew about this. Especially not Meena. I intended to control
and record our house even if we or one of us at home. I wanted to separate
the two systems, cameras and security system with alarm which were primarily integrated, to make it possible
the cameras to be active without security system. In addition, I planned to let some very sensitive microphones
to be installed which should function simultaneously to cameras, I wanted to see and hear what is going on
when he is there and they two are alone even if I am not at home.
One of my Patients was a specialist for electronic devices.
I phoned him, explained my plan and made an appointment with him. He was
not curious and did not ask about my target.
At five o’clock we were home. Meena said she needs to take a bath. As she appeared in the living room I saw
she is wearing a white blouse with a green knee length loose skirt. Normally she wears jeans and rarely a skirt at
home.
I had to admire her beautiful legs in that. She had loose hair and seemed more relaxed.
I asked: “You wear skirts at home?”
She laughed and said: “This is the first time that you notice this. I needed some variety. This is for you my dear,
to look at me sometimes.”
I was a little bit injured and jealous. I knew that was not for me but for her old, fat uncle. Did she it willingly and
wanted to satisfy him or was she seriously forced to do it? Yes, he demanded her to put on skirts but did not tell
something about her hand and foot nails. They were polished purple red like years ago as she was a young
student.
In last years she had a light polish color if any and this only on her hands.
Mansour was not still there. Later he came home and went direct to his room.
After half an hour we were sitting and chatting. He told us about his day and explained his meetings with some
old friends in terms of Investigation for a small business in his home city.
Meena was comparing to last day very relaxed, but I felt she refused to look directly in his eyes. Finally, she
looked at wall clock and told me: “I prepare something for dinner, we do not go away to eat, you want sure look
at your loving Snooker game on TV as every Monday.”
I looked at his direction: “If it doesn’t matter.”
He laughed: “No, I prefer also to sit here and chat with my lovely Princess and look at old photos we intended to
see, but meantime I bring a bottle champagne which I bought today.”
'We have to celebrate the progress of my business plans...'
While eating he made silly flirtatious jokes and glanced at Meena lustfully when he thought I might not see him.
She in turn blushed at his attention. Meena was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation.
After dinner we sat again in dining room chatting for a while and the champagne flowed. Meena was now
glowing and in a little carefree mood.
There was some slow music playing on the Stereo as always. Mansour looked at her and said: “This a nice
music; reminds me of old times and my youth. Would you dance with me please?”
I knew all too well that when Meena has some alcoholic drink, she gets a bit too relaxed. She looked short at
me and then turned to him: “Sure uncle if you wish... But we go to living room for a short time before sports
program begins.”
“Okay as you wish, but you need to have patience with me. I haven't danced since over ten years..”
He stood up and extends his hand as if to lead her to dance floor. Meena didn't
refused and took his hand. They went in living room, and I followed and sat on the couch. It was a dim light
there as always. He led her with his both hands
on her sides and she put her hands on his shoulder. They danced with distance.
He knew that I was watching.
Then the music stopped and began a quick piece of latina music.
They separated and he said: “I am too old for this one. Thank you, my darling princess.”
She leaned a bit and responded: “It was a pleasure for me my uncle.”
And they laughed.
It was time for my favourite sport program.
Mansour told Meena: “What about old photos you promised to show me?”
She looked at me, I told: “Okay I sit down to TV, you can go look at photos and admire your Youth!”
She looked at me offended and he said: “It is right for me what you say, but Princess looks just like those times
as she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl in the city.”
She looked at him, smiled and said: “Thank you my uncle. He’s unashamed and sometimes I think he needs to
learn how to speak with and about a Woman.”
He grinned and said: “I hope he is at least better in his other important duties
as a husband.”
She laughed and answered: “I don’t claim but more to learn about that, is also not bad for him.”
“I see...” He added and they both laughed.
She was practically flirting with him.
I was a little irritated and said: “Okay, that is enough. It is time for me.”
We went all in the dining room. I took my Glass and went out.
He sat vis-a-vis to the open door to the living room. This door was normally always open, and you see could the
dining table completely.
Then looked forward and stand up and came to the door: “I shut the door, otherwise we disturb you…”
Meanwhile was Meena back with Photo albums from upstairs and came in from the other door. I saw her
questioning look before the door to me was shut. I heard him saying: “Now Nadir has his rest. By the way today I
had also an appointment with Saleh...”
One moment there was a silence, then Meena asked: “Is he here?”
“Yes, he is also searching for a job and wanted to know what I am doing. He asked about your family too.”
Again silence. Meena asked: “He plans to stay here?”
“No he is going back to our home town. But he was very upset, and I had to calm him down. He needs money to
live. I have to do something for him.”
I was sure that to speak about Saleh was his plan to unsettle and worry her. Mansour wanted to emphasize that
he controls the situation and to stress indirectly the harm which can caused by Saleh. He was trying to accent
that he is the one who prevents this harm to Meena and her family. I was sure that he had success with his aim.
I knew Meena, she was sure now more worried.
I turned TV on, turned the tune volume a little louder.
Then I hurried to the other door.
It was shut too. I waited a little and tried to hear something, but there was only silence. Then I had some idea.
We have another room in ground floor. This was originally planned for servants from the past owner of house.
We had never a servant. Meena changed it to a walk-in closet. The door from this room to dining room was
always locked. There was a glass window in upper part of door, and under the window, there was a slot possibly
for head of house to be heard when calling the servant. I went into the closet and shut the door carefully. There
was a dimly light coming from dining room lamp. The short Ladder for Wardrobe normally stood exactly at right
place in front of the door. I climbed on the ladder until I was at the right level.
I didn't expect that what happens great in this moment, but I was wrang.
They were looking at photo albums on dining table. Mansour was sitting near to the locked door and Meena sat
on his left side. They sat at narrow side of the table. This was the far end of dining table when coming from living
room, but vis-à-vis to the door of the living room. I thought this was intentional because
so, they had more control over that door and me. They wanted not to be caught. I think he wanted it so.
They sat very close to each other. He had his left hand on her shoulder and caressed her neck, his other hand
was on the table. Meena was busy browsing the album. She made sometime an explanation about photos. I
could see clearly the nearness of their body and especially their thighs together. Several times, as she moved,
her skirt slid little back down her thighs.
After a short time he whispered something in her ear.
I heard only one word: ‘….skirt.’
I thought perhaps he is thanking her for wearing a skirt. Then he took her hand right in his. She stopped to look
at album and turned to him, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Meena stopped him and said softly: ‘Wait a
moment.’ …and stood up.
I hurried down and out, and at the moment that she opened the living room door I was by WC door I pretended
to go in. She asked: ‘Do you need some drink?’
I said: ‘Only water, thank you.’
“Stay you long?”
“No, I am going to work upstairs then sleeping. The game is boring. You also don’t stay too late. You must go to
bed to get up early for work.”
I didn’t wait for her reply and went in.
After one minute I came out. A glass of water was on the table. I drank it, turned off the TV and the main light
then went back to closet. From the closet window I could watch as Meena came back from kitchen and went to
door of living room, opened it and looked around.
She noticed that the light is off and I am not more there. Then she shut the door and went back to him. Mansour
was watching her with admiring eyes.
He told her: ‘Stay there. I want to see your sexy legs…’
She smiled and stayed two steps away from table.
He ordered: ‘Now turn around…’
Meena turned slowly around. I saw his eyes which followed her movements. He was enjoying his power on her. I
noticed her smile. Obviously, she was delighted by his interest and attention on her. My cock was hard. I was
also the game. Everybody was enjoying it!
Almost perfect. But two more things.
At this moment she was with her back to him and began to turn around, but he said: “Stay still!”
Then added: “First you are going to cut your hair like old times and second you are going to put on the necklace I
gave you for your 16th birthday, at least when we are alone.”
and then approached from behind to her...
~ ~ ~
Intimate Touches...
I thought now Mansour was sure pleased that he had her so ready and manageable, even obedient, under
control.
Her back was turned to him, and she was only wearing her light blouse, her green skirt and sandals. I thought
she wears sandals not to be too tall. He was a relatively small man, and she wanted not to be taller than him
sure. I admired Meena’s rounded hips which were simply perfect, smoothly contoured and faultless curved.
Her ass was in a word, womanly. Not a small, compact or bubble type. No, but Just ideally suitably to the rest of
her body. It was an implicit vision of pledge and an invitation to absolute forbidden desires. Her arms were
shapely and well-formed, with no indication of looseness. Her legs were impressively beautiful. They were
perfectly and in the best possible way matching her height, with excellently turned calve.
At that moment as I watched all this, I thought my Meena is just the perfect woman, and I thought Mansour
stands there watching on her back, sees this all and thinks the same.
Now he was immediately behind her. While he nuzzled and kissed her neck, he
stretched out his right hand up under her loose blouse to feel her front and his left Hand slipped under it to
touch her back. As I watched all this, I thought I am sexually basically very inhibited. He was much older but
much more aggressive than I had ever been sexually. I immediately had the feeling, rather foreboding
in my heart that if my wife gave in just a little to what he wanted, he would take that for permission and go
ahead and take it all and not even take an eventual no from her mouth for an answer, unless absolutely
physically denial and rejection from her side to what he wanted.
I spied further on, now Mansour had gotten a hand on her right almost bare tit up under the blouse then with his
left hand opened the top two buttons of blouse and began first to caress her left breast under small satin bra.
He murmured into her soft dark hair: ‘Turn around my princess.’
Meena is now at his mercy, I thought.
Meena turned around and looked with dreamy eyes at his. I could see her wistful gaze and she was now clearly
flushed in her face. He was looking directly at her breast then leaned forward and tried to kiss the upper bare
part of her pale beautiful left tit which was now down to nipple visible.
Meena put at this moment a stop to it. She glanced at the living room door and at the same time pulled down
the blouse bottom hem. What I last saw was his persistence to try kissing her bare tit again.
She giggled softly: ‘Mister Impatient!’
Then she was for a moment serious and while looking at the door as if hearing some noises, told him: ‘There is
something, I have to check...’
Meena began to close the buttons of her blouse. I had no time to lose. I hurried out and before she opened the
door I reached the last upper Stairs in darkness. She could not see the last upper stairs from the dining room
door. I was right away in bedroom, lying under bedcover and pretending to sleep.
I heard her opening the door and coming in.
After a short pause she called quietly my name: ‘Nadir… Nadir...’
I didn’t respond. She was on the way out, but she stood one moment by the
door, turned over and then went in the bathroom. After a short time, she was out but no water flush was to hear.
She left the bedroom immediately and quietly not to wake me up. I stood up and went to bathroom. I smelled a
strong scents odor there. Her favourite perfumes, I thought. Then I saw her bra on the washbasin edge. She had
taken off her satin blue bra and left it there. That meant she goes now without bra.
I heard the flush from downstairs restroom. I waited a bit and then carefully stood up and went to the stairs. The
door to kitchen was open and lights on. First, I sat there on the floor near to upper stair to watch and hear better
and at the same time not to be detected. In this position, they couldn't see me from downstairs, apart from this
they I was asleep.
I heard she is moving around in the kitchen. Then I saw him coming out from the dining room and sat on the
couch looking at the kitchen door which was open.
She came out, with two wine glasses in her hands. It was strange. She drinks normally not much. This night she
was drinking too much for her habits. She gave him his glass and sat in front of him. They sipped it slowly.
She looked at him and said: ‘He is sleeping...’
He smiled and asked: ‘Then sit next to me, princess...’ And made space.
She stood up and went to him. Now they were sitting only with some inches distance. He took her wine glass
and put down both glasses on the table. Then turned to her and took her in his embrace. His right hand rose
from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. His left hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft
arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His left hand rose higher to caress the soft curve of her cheek. Meena
snuggled closer in his embrace if she needs tenderness and protection, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
Now I noticed in her behaviour some nervousness. Perhaps she was not sure.
She had promised to give her to him, promised that this night will be his night. But now she is not sure, I
thought.
Mansour was not a handsome man, he has never been, though he was undoubtedly a powerful, dominant
alpha male. And this melted Meena sure.
She was always fascinated by dominant male characters in movies and books even politics. This was the point
that I often noticed. As a sixty-three years old man, Mansour was over thirty three years older than her but the
years seemed meaningless.
Even for her. “Ohh...” She gasped. I could see now clearly that her eyes were tearful. Meena was crying!
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held
her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes.
She closed her own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her
forehead, then dropped to her nose and at last his lips dipped and met hers. His hand effortlessly held her head
in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Mansour as
he kissed her. It was rather tender but again only lip mashing kiss.
They separated and he looked at her face. His eyes were locked on hers. It seemed to me his eyes are
powerful and somehow hypnotic and I imagined that Meena is losing herself in those eyes. Now she approached
with her lips to
his and repeated their kiss. This time he was more passionate, and I watched as she melted into the kiss, her
sweet lips responding to his starving one and were seeking out his hungrily.
Now she again sought to pull herself together. She pulled away instinctively then stood up. As if she thinks this
is forbidden what here happens...
‘Mansi, I don't think this is right, I can't do it, I can't help it!’
And went to other side of table.
He stood up. Now I could see he is a bit angry. He was now talking louder: ‘You are playing a game which I am
not interested in.’
She stood motionless. She was facing towards the dining room wall and looking forward. I thought she was
trying to decide.
The question for me was how much of this what happening is what she wants, and how much she feels she had
to do, to protect our happy life and lifestyle and that of her family. I was sure that deep in her decent and
rational thinking, she believes that her behaviour and what she does, is an act to protect other members of her
Family including me and the way to achieve this target is to sacrifice herself. But at this moment, after what I
saw previously, was for me clear and obvious: A part of her being, mentally or/and physically is enjoying this
game.
‘Turn around and look at me...’ He said with commanding voice.
She turned immediately around looking at his face. Obviously, the tone of his voice had a power over her. He
walked closer to her. Now she was looking down. He put her hand under her chin, forcing her to look up: ‘I said
look at me, in my eyes...’
She looked up and met his eyes. I think she saw his rage.
‘Do you play a game with me?’ This time it was even louder.
Meena looked at my direction and pleaded: ‘Not so laud Mansi, you can wake
up him...’
‘I do not care.’
She took his hands and kissed them: ‘I am so sorry; this is not a game.’
‘Do you want me to leave you alone?’ He asked.
There was a mixture of hurt and threat. “No, I mean I don’t want you to be angry and hate me, but...”
Now he spoke quietly and encouragingly: “It's okay, Princess. I promise I won't be mad; I leave just now if you
don’t want me. I can't damage you and more I can't see you are suffering. I promise, I leave immediately, and
you or your family will never hear from me again…”
Finally meeting his gaze lower lip trembling with tears welled up in her eyes, shamefully shaking her head she
murmured: “I am so sorry Mansi, I want you to stay, Please...”
I think at this moment she gave up, she had decided, her fear was gone, and she was no more upset.
Mansour had won. He was satisfied how thing is run. He took her tender hands in his.
Meena said softly: “You make me feel so good and safe when you are near. Your presence had done this
always...”
And while looking past him, eyes focused on some thought she was developing,
continued: “But I know it's wrong, so wrong. I feel good and awful at the same time. I'm a horrible wife for him, I
think…”
My eyes were tearful, and my heart ached. There it was, out in the open. She loved me as her husband, but she
wanted her so much as a man.
He smiled kindly and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her eyes: “I am feeling the same way. You have
to do what your soul and body demands, your bad feelings disappear soon, you know things can and have to
change over time, especially bad feelings. You are the most wonderful, beautiful, desirable and innocent
creature god had ever put on the earth. I am so lucky to hear from your mouth that you want me to stay. I never
leave you, my poor, beautiful princess
I will always be with you, truly, even if I am dead!”
I saw a tremendous relief in her eyes.
He bent toward her, this time she tilted her head to meet him, they kissed deeply and passionately on the lips.
Her shapely body contrasting starkly against his heavy belly, and the contrast of his old, narrow and pale lips
against her beautiful, full and naturally red lips were strange. Then he began working her ear with his tongue. I
thought it is now sure very obvious to him that she wears no bra as he pressed her to himself and feels her
breast on his. Probably he knows now that she removed them upstairs.
He looked into her eyes. His grin was back: “Show me your tits…” He said and looked down at her chest,
waiting.
To be continued
Afternoon I was planning some change in security system of our house. I took the Friday free, but I didn’t tell her
about it. Then as we moved in our house, Meena's father talked us into a very specialized alarm-security
system. He claimed that in the event of theft, if we have a modern security-system we would have no problem
with insurance company to be paid. We let some cameras to be installed in the house.
They were the best quality and very sensitive. I told Meena that this is worth to invest in such technical
perfection and the price do not matter. The cameras were very small, and they transmitted images from each
corner even from guest house or garden. Their function was dependent of movement in the space which
controlled by each of them. They were hidden and secret. Nobody should be able to detect them, unless he
knew about their location! They could be turned on or off by a switch in the garage.
I did this always manually when leaving. This turned the security system and cameras on.
When they were on, once the motion sensors had been tripped the cameras recorded everything but then they
stopped if there was no movement after five minutes.
The cameras were linked to a hard disc with high capacity and automatically every active camera was recorded.
I could look at recorded films and eventually after controlling them to delete or download the files on my
computer.
Each room had multiple cameras, so every angle was covered and nothing was missed.
If I wanted, I could even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if
I needed to. When we were home, I kept the cameras turned off and I controlled the whole system through my PC.
Now I wanted to be the only one who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on. Anotrher Point
was to Change the system so that turning off the security system only turn off the alarms but not inactivate the
cameras. But I wanted that nobody knew about this. Especially not Meena. I intended to control
and record our house even if we or one of us at home. I wanted to separate
the two systems, cameras and security system with alarm which were primarily integrated, to make it possible
the cameras to be active without security system. In addition, I planned to let some very sensitive microphones
to be installed which should function simultaneously to cameras, I wanted to see and hear what is going on
when he is there and they two are alone even if I am not at home.
One of my Patients was a specialist for electronic devices.
I phoned him, explained my plan and made an appointment with him. He was
not curious and did not ask about my target.
At five o’clock we were home. Meena said she needs to take a bath. As she appeared in the living room I saw
she is wearing a white blouse with a green knee length loose skirt. Normally she wears jeans and rarely a skirt at
home.
I had to admire her beautiful legs in that. She had loose hair and seemed more relaxed.
I asked: “You wear skirts at home?”
She laughed and said: “This is the first time that you notice this. I needed some variety. This is for you my dear,
to look at me sometimes.”
I was a little bit injured and jealous. I knew that was not for me but for her old, fat uncle. Did she it willingly and
wanted to satisfy him or was she seriously forced to do it? Yes, he demanded her to put on skirts but did not tell
something about her hand and foot nails. They were polished purple red like years ago as she was a young
student.
In last years she had a light polish color if any and this only on her hands.
Mansour was not still there. Later he came home and went direct to his room.
After half an hour we were sitting and chatting. He told us about his day and explained his meetings with some
old friends in terms of Investigation for a small business in his home city.
Meena was comparing to last day very relaxed, but I felt she refused to look directly in his eyes. Finally, she
looked at wall clock and told me: “I prepare something for dinner, we do not go away to eat, you want sure look
at your loving Snooker game on TV as every Monday.”
I looked at his direction: “If it doesn’t matter.”
He laughed: “No, I prefer also to sit here and chat with my lovely Princess and look at old photos we intended to
see, but meantime I bring a bottle champagne which I bought today.”
'We have to celebrate the progress of my business plans...'
While eating he made silly flirtatious jokes and glanced at Meena lustfully when he thought I might not see him.
She in turn blushed at his attention. Meena was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation.
After dinner we sat again in dining room chatting for a while and the champagne flowed. Meena was now
glowing and in a little carefree mood.
There was some slow music playing on the Stereo as always. Mansour looked at her and said: “This a nice
music; reminds me of old times and my youth. Would you dance with me please?”
I knew all too well that when Meena has some alcoholic drink, she gets a bit too relaxed. She looked short at
me and then turned to him: “Sure uncle if you wish... But we go to living room for a short time before sports
program begins.”
“Okay as you wish, but you need to have patience with me. I haven't danced since over ten years..”
He stood up and extends his hand as if to lead her to dance floor. Meena didn't
refused and took his hand. They went in living room, and I followed and sat on the couch. It was a dim light
there as always. He led her with his both hands
on her sides and she put her hands on his shoulder. They danced with distance.
He knew that I was watching.
Then the music stopped and began a quick piece of latina music.
They separated and he said: “I am too old for this one. Thank you, my darling princess.”
She leaned a bit and responded: “It was a pleasure for me my uncle.”
And they laughed.
It was time for my favourite sport program.
Mansour told Meena: “What about old photos you promised to show me?”
She looked at me, I told: “Okay I sit down to TV, you can go look at photos and admire your Youth!”
She looked at me offended and he said: “It is right for me what you say, but Princess looks just like those times
as she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl in the city.”
She looked at him, smiled and said: “Thank you my uncle. He’s unashamed and sometimes I think he needs to
learn how to speak with and about a Woman.”
He grinned and said: “I hope he is at least better in his other important duties
as a husband.”
She laughed and answered: “I don’t claim but more to learn about that, is also not bad for him.”
“I see...” He added and they both laughed.
She was practically flirting with him.
I was a little irritated and said: “Okay, that is enough. It is time for me.”
We went all in the dining room. I took my Glass and went out.
He sat vis-a-vis to the open door to the living room. This door was normally always open, and you see could the
dining table completely.
Then looked forward and stand up and came to the door: “I shut the door, otherwise we disturb you…”
Meanwhile was Meena back with Photo albums from upstairs and came in from the other door. I saw her
questioning look before the door to me was shut. I heard him saying: “Now Nadir has his rest. By the way today I
had also an appointment with Saleh...”
One moment there was a silence, then Meena asked: “Is he here?”
“Yes, he is also searching for a job and wanted to know what I am doing. He asked about your family too.”
Again silence. Meena asked: “He plans to stay here?”
“No he is going back to our home town. But he was very upset, and I had to calm him down. He needs money to
live. I have to do something for him.”
I was sure that to speak about Saleh was his plan to unsettle and worry her. Mansour wanted to emphasize that
he controls the situation and to stress indirectly the harm which can caused by Saleh. He was trying to accent
that he is the one who prevents this harm to Meena and her family. I was sure that he had success with his aim.
I knew Meena, she was sure now more worried.
I turned TV on, turned the tune volume a little louder.
Then I hurried to the other door.
It was shut too. I waited a little and tried to hear something, but there was only silence. Then I had some idea.
We have another room in ground floor. This was originally planned for servants from the past owner of house.
We had never a servant. Meena changed it to a walk-in closet. The door from this room to dining room was
always locked. There was a glass window in upper part of door, and under the window, there was a slot possibly
for head of house to be heard when calling the servant. I went into the closet and shut the door carefully. There
was a dimly light coming from dining room lamp. The short Ladder for Wardrobe normally stood exactly at right
place in front of the door. I climbed on the ladder until I was at the right level.
I didn't expect that what happens great in this moment, but I was wrang.
They were looking at photo albums on dining table. Mansour was sitting near to the locked door and Meena sat
on his left side. They sat at narrow side of the table. This was the far end of dining table when coming from living
room, but vis-à-vis to the door of the living room. I thought this was intentional because
so, they had more control over that door and me. They wanted not to be caught. I think he wanted it so.
They sat very close to each other. He had his left hand on her shoulder and caressed her neck, his other hand
was on the table. Meena was busy browsing the album. She made sometime an explanation about photos. I
could see clearly the nearness of their body and especially their thighs together. Several times, as she moved,
her skirt slid little back down her thighs.
After a short time he whispered something in her ear.
I heard only one word: ‘….skirt.’
I thought perhaps he is thanking her for wearing a skirt. Then he took her hand right in his. She stopped to look
at album and turned to him, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Meena stopped him and said softly: ‘Wait a
moment.’ …and stood up.
I hurried down and out, and at the moment that she opened the living room door I was by WC door I pretended
to go in. She asked: ‘Do you need some drink?’
I said: ‘Only water, thank you.’
“Stay you long?”
“No, I am going to work upstairs then sleeping. The game is boring. You also don’t stay too late. You must go to
bed to get up early for work.”
I didn’t wait for her reply and went in.
After one minute I came out. A glass of water was on the table. I drank it, turned off the TV and the main light
then went back to closet. From the closet window I could watch as Meena came back from kitchen and went to
door of living room, opened it and looked around.
She noticed that the light is off and I am not more there. Then she shut the door and went back to him. Mansour
was watching her with admiring eyes.
He told her: ‘Stay there. I want to see your sexy legs…’
She smiled and stayed two steps away from table.
He ordered: ‘Now turn around…’
Meena turned slowly around. I saw his eyes which followed her movements. He was enjoying his power on her. I
noticed her smile. Obviously, she was delighted by his interest and attention on her. My cock was hard. I was
also the game. Everybody was enjoying it!
Almost perfect. But two more things.
At this moment she was with her back to him and began to turn around, but he said: “Stay still!”
Then added: “First you are going to cut your hair like old times and second you are going to put on the necklace I
gave you for your 16th birthday, at least when we are alone.”
and then approached from behind to her...
~ ~ ~
Intimate Touches...
I thought now Mansour was sure pleased that he had her so ready and manageable, even obedient, under
control.
Her back was turned to him, and she was only wearing her light blouse, her green skirt and sandals. I thought
she wears sandals not to be too tall. He was a relatively small man, and she wanted not to be taller than him
sure. I admired Meena’s rounded hips which were simply perfect, smoothly contoured and faultless curved.
Her ass was in a word, womanly. Not a small, compact or bubble type. No, but Just ideally suitably to the rest of
her body. It was an implicit vision of pledge and an invitation to absolute forbidden desires. Her arms were
shapely and well-formed, with no indication of looseness. Her legs were impressively beautiful. They were
perfectly and in the best possible way matching her height, with excellently turned calve.
At that moment as I watched all this, I thought my Meena is just the perfect woman, and I thought Mansour
stands there watching on her back, sees this all and thinks the same.
Now he was immediately behind her. While he nuzzled and kissed her neck, he
stretched out his right hand up under her loose blouse to feel her front and his left Hand slipped under it to
touch her back. As I watched all this, I thought I am sexually basically very inhibited. He was much older but
much more aggressive than I had ever been sexually. I immediately had the feeling, rather foreboding
in my heart that if my wife gave in just a little to what he wanted, he would take that for permission and go
ahead and take it all and not even take an eventual no from her mouth for an answer, unless absolutely
physically denial and rejection from her side to what he wanted.
I spied further on, now Mansour had gotten a hand on her right almost bare tit up under the blouse then with his
left hand opened the top two buttons of blouse and began first to caress her left breast under small satin bra.
He murmured into her soft dark hair: ‘Turn around my princess.’
Meena is now at his mercy, I thought.
Meena turned around and looked with dreamy eyes at his. I could see her wistful gaze and she was now clearly
flushed in her face. He was looking directly at her breast then leaned forward and tried to kiss the upper bare
part of her pale beautiful left tit which was now down to nipple visible.
Meena put at this moment a stop to it. She glanced at the living room door and at the same time pulled down
the blouse bottom hem. What I last saw was his persistence to try kissing her bare tit again.
She giggled softly: ‘Mister Impatient!’
Then she was for a moment serious and while looking at the door as if hearing some noises, told him: ‘There is
something, I have to check...’
Meena began to close the buttons of her blouse. I had no time to lose. I hurried out and before she opened the
door I reached the last upper Stairs in darkness. She could not see the last upper stairs from the dining room
door. I was right away in bedroom, lying under bedcover and pretending to sleep.
I heard her opening the door and coming in.
After a short pause she called quietly my name: ‘Nadir… Nadir...’
I didn’t respond. She was on the way out, but she stood one moment by the
door, turned over and then went in the bathroom. After a short time, she was out but no water flush was to hear.
She left the bedroom immediately and quietly not to wake me up. I stood up and went to bathroom. I smelled a
strong scents odor there. Her favourite perfumes, I thought. Then I saw her bra on the washbasin edge. She had
taken off her satin blue bra and left it there. That meant she goes now without bra.
I heard the flush from downstairs restroom. I waited a bit and then carefully stood up and went to the stairs. The
door to kitchen was open and lights on. First, I sat there on the floor near to upper stair to watch and hear better
and at the same time not to be detected. In this position, they couldn't see me from downstairs, apart from this
they I was asleep.
I heard she is moving around in the kitchen. Then I saw him coming out from the dining room and sat on the
couch looking at the kitchen door which was open.
She came out, with two wine glasses in her hands. It was strange. She drinks normally not much. This night she
was drinking too much for her habits. She gave him his glass and sat in front of him. They sipped it slowly.
She looked at him and said: ‘He is sleeping...’
He smiled and asked: ‘Then sit next to me, princess...’ And made space.
She stood up and went to him. Now they were sitting only with some inches distance. He took her wine glass
and put down both glasses on the table. Then turned to her and took her in his embrace. His right hand rose
from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. His left hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft
arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His left hand rose higher to caress the soft curve of her cheek. Meena
snuggled closer in his embrace if she needs tenderness and protection, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
Now I noticed in her behaviour some nervousness. Perhaps she was not sure.
She had promised to give her to him, promised that this night will be his night. But now she is not sure, I
thought.
Mansour was not a handsome man, he has never been, though he was undoubtedly a powerful, dominant
alpha male. And this melted Meena sure.
She was always fascinated by dominant male characters in movies and books even politics. This was the point
that I often noticed. As a sixty-three years old man, Mansour was over thirty three years older than her but the
years seemed meaningless.
Even for her. “Ohh...” She gasped. I could see now clearly that her eyes were tearful. Meena was crying!
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held
her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes.
She closed her own and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her
forehead, then dropped to her nose and at last his lips dipped and met hers. His hand effortlessly held her head
in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Mansour as
he kissed her. It was rather tender but again only lip mashing kiss.
They separated and he looked at her face. His eyes were locked on hers. It seemed to me his eyes are
powerful and somehow hypnotic and I imagined that Meena is losing herself in those eyes. Now she approached
with her lips to
his and repeated their kiss. This time he was more passionate, and I watched as she melted into the kiss, her
sweet lips responding to his starving one and were seeking out his hungrily.
Now she again sought to pull herself together. She pulled away instinctively then stood up. As if she thinks this
is forbidden what here happens...
‘Mansi, I don't think this is right, I can't do it, I can't help it!’
And went to other side of table.
He stood up. Now I could see he is a bit angry. He was now talking louder: ‘You are playing a game which I am
not interested in.’
She stood motionless. She was facing towards the dining room wall and looking forward. I thought she was
trying to decide.
The question for me was how much of this what happening is what she wants, and how much she feels she had
to do, to protect our happy life and lifestyle and that of her family. I was sure that deep in her decent and
rational thinking, she believes that her behaviour and what she does, is an act to protect other members of her
Family including me and the way to achieve this target is to sacrifice herself. But at this moment, after what I
saw previously, was for me clear and obvious: A part of her being, mentally or/and physically is enjoying this
game.
‘Turn around and look at me...’ He said with commanding voice.
She turned immediately around looking at his face. Obviously, the tone of his voice had a power over her. He
walked closer to her. Now she was looking down. He put her hand under her chin, forcing her to look up: ‘I said
look at me, in my eyes...’
She looked up and met his eyes. I think she saw his rage.
‘Do you play a game with me?’ This time it was even louder.
Meena looked at my direction and pleaded: ‘Not so laud Mansi, you can wake
up him...’
‘I do not care.’
She took his hands and kissed them: ‘I am so sorry; this is not a game.’
‘Do you want me to leave you alone?’ He asked.
There was a mixture of hurt and threat. “No, I mean I don’t want you to be angry and hate me, but...”
Now he spoke quietly and encouragingly: “It's okay, Princess. I promise I won't be mad; I leave just now if you
don’t want me. I can't damage you and more I can't see you are suffering. I promise, I leave immediately, and
you or your family will never hear from me again…”
Finally meeting his gaze lower lip trembling with tears welled up in her eyes, shamefully shaking her head she
murmured: “I am so sorry Mansi, I want you to stay, Please...”
I think at this moment she gave up, she had decided, her fear was gone, and she was no more upset.
Mansour had won. He was satisfied how thing is run. He took her tender hands in his.
Meena said softly: “You make me feel so good and safe when you are near. Your presence had done this
always...”
And while looking past him, eyes focused on some thought she was developing,
continued: “But I know it's wrong, so wrong. I feel good and awful at the same time. I'm a horrible wife for him, I
think…”
My eyes were tearful, and my heart ached. There it was, out in the open. She loved me as her husband, but she
wanted her so much as a man.
He smiled kindly and enveloped her in a big hug, kissing her on her eyes: “I am feeling the same way. You have
to do what your soul and body demands, your bad feelings disappear soon, you know things can and have to
change over time, especially bad feelings. You are the most wonderful, beautiful, desirable and innocent
creature god had ever put on the earth. I am so lucky to hear from your mouth that you want me to stay. I never
leave you, my poor, beautiful princess
I will always be with you, truly, even if I am dead!”
I saw a tremendous relief in her eyes.
He bent toward her, this time she tilted her head to meet him, they kissed deeply and passionately on the lips.
Her shapely body contrasting starkly against his heavy belly, and the contrast of his old, narrow and pale lips
against her beautiful, full and naturally red lips were strange. Then he began working her ear with his tongue. I
thought it is now sure very obvious to him that she wears no bra as he pressed her to himself and feels her
breast on his. Probably he knows now that she removed them upstairs.
He looked into her eyes. His grin was back: “Show me your tits…” He said and looked down at her chest,
waiting.
To be continued
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