05-11-2025, 01:53 AM
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When we were at home in bed, I had the feeling that Meena was thoughtful again.
I turned to her, head bowed, kissed her lips and asked, “what is the matter, My baby?"
Meena was for some seconds silent, if she is thinking, how to answer, “Today, our dancing that was somehow, not okay, …I mean," she couldn’t find the correct wording and right explanation, I thought.
"But I saw you two, that was hot, you know, Jalal and you dancing together. You seemed to be enjoying each other." I spoke.
"Oh, well yes, I guess. He is a very good dancer; I had no idea." Meena responded.
She looked at me if she waits for me to say something important to her while I tried to choose my words carefully,
"You know I don't mind you dancing with other men, don't you?"
"Yes, I know, you have often told me that,"she replied.
"Well..., I especially like you dancing with him," I said.
"What, why him in particular?" Meena asked.
"He, that is, well… it is obvious how lovely he thinks you are and how lucky I am to be married to you. Also, you, well the truth is you both look good together. In dancing with him you look very natural," I argued.
Meena smiled and said softly, "honestly my dear Nadir, I knew about your voyeuristic tendencies and actually the two things complimented each other," and after a short pause if she tries to concentrate her thoughts to talk, continued, "my love of dancing, with other men, and you, my beloved husband being able to watch. This is the one thing, but second thing is that it seemed today you were more excited than usual about me dancing with old Mr. Noori, and I am still charmed why,"
"Yes, probably that is it, he is, or better to say that is you have never danced with such a man before, have you?" I tried my best somehow to argue.
"No, I haven't, but to be honest that didn't really cross my mind. It was more that he is a friend of us now, well, yours, and mine too, we appreciate him, and I was flattered that he wanted to dance with me," she said, and then, before I find the right answer, she went on, "Nadir, what is it about me dancing with Jalal that excites you so strong?"while this statement, she looked directly in my direction.
I felt her deep gaze even in the dim light, "Yes, well partly. That is exciting because he is a powerful athletic man," and after a short pause, "but it's more than that, let me think… it's because he is so fascinated by you, while he seems so…"
"... Old but ruling, controlling, predominating, commanding, just like uncle Mansi, is this what excites you so much?" Meena said finishing my sentence and obvious train of thought.
She was thoughtful but at the same time she looked relieved if she has discovered something.
"I think your love to play with fire and touch danger is slowly but surely rises above even normal levels for you. This is dangerous my dear. It excites more and more, to come into contact with fire, danger and finally pain, is this what fascinates you so? You want this all, but without getting hurt, you want to move on the border, on the edge," Meena spoke.
"Maybe," I said quietly.
"I have the impression that all stimulates you and that makes you more alive, but shouldn't it normally be scarier? I'm on the other side and that's exactly the point that scares me, not that I don't have confidence in myself…"
"But that is probably why it appeals to me so much, feeling me alive… "I said.
"I understand," she said, "like a small bad boy, looking for new games and toys, even playing with fire, dangerous but exciting...But fire burns, it has that in its nature, maybe a child doesn't know this and reaches for fire, but you have to know that fire burns..."
And after a short pause she continued, "Did you think about what you would do if the fire burns you, if the danger hurts you, and if the pain is not bearable, Nadir?"
"Seen this way, actually you suppose we are on a game field, a game with components of fire, fear, pain, excitement and pleasure," I argued, "And the game means for me to live and to be alive,"
"I don't think so... then in relation to me and our love and even the third person who plays a role here, you are shameless selfish Nadir, aren't you?" Meena asked.
"No, not at all. I'm sorry, in my opinion there is something for everyone, enjoyment and pleasure, and I firmly believe that. But to finish this unnecessary conversation, my lovely Meena, if you don't want to, that's fine, it's just..." I said as my last statement, "I don’t want to discuss this with you anymore, this endless discussion is getting too much for me., let’s leave it," I said, slightly upset.
She probably sensed that I was a little angry, even though I didn't mean to be.
"You are right Nadir, this is an endless unnecessary discussion, but it means I am afraid, I don't want anyone to get hurt," she said, "I feel the danger, I need warn you not to play on the edge, it is dangerous, but I am going to do what your desire is, I love you and believe that to love is not just look at other’s eyes and feel or search the love, but to look at the same direction in life…"
Meena then looked at me with another wicked smile. What was she up to now?
* * *
Next day, early in the morning before she wakes up, I thought it was high noon to control my hidden cameras again.
I hadn't used them for a long time.
I tried whether they work and activated them for the times when Meena is at home...
* * *
Saturday was a strange day.
The weather was strange, the temperature was strange and our mood and behaviour too!
I got up early. Meena was still sleeping. Then I lay down again and slept until late morning.
When I woke up Meena was in basement, in the kitchen.
The weather was rainy and cold, so cold that we couldn't have breakfast outside in the garden.
Then suddenly the sun came out and after breakfast it slowly became hot and you could sunbathe.
We didn't talk much and not at all about Jalal.
I could swear there was something strange in the air, and between us too.
I had a strange feeling, not a pleasant one.
Meena was sunbathing as I left for hospital until late in die evening.
* * *
Sunday afternoon, Meena drove Nadir to the airport.
When she was back home and changed, she walked into the bathroom to shower, spotted a note on the bathroom sink left...
‘My lovely Meena,
Have a great time next days!
My love will accompany you all the time.
Jalal knows you're alone, and perhaps will check in.
show him that you are my faithful angel and only I can decide what
happens next,
Love
Nadir’ ...
Meena smiled as she read the paper. she was sure that there will be no Problems while his absence. ‘She will reject Jalal if he tries anything, that was for sure.’ she thought, ‘Nadir is insecure because of our recent conversation.
That might not be a bad thing. He will be careful and not Exaggerate the things.
But do I want him to suffer because of it? It's not Fair.
I have to talk to him about it when he calls. I have to calm him down, he needs confidence’. Nevertheless, she decided and hoped not to meet Jalal in the next few days while Nadir was away but just for pay the bill, it was safer that way.
She wasn't planning on doing much coming days, just chilling out and relaxing after work, spending time by the new pond. She wanted to rest alone at home and catching up on her studies. She sighed then she stuck Nadir’s message paper on the mirror with an adhesive tape...
* * *
On Monday Meena didn't have to work long.
After leaving workplace, she sat down with a friend from work in a Coffee shop and chatted a bit about work and their plans for the rest of the summer.
After that she went to the supermarket shopping for die next few days.
On the way home, she thought about what she was going to do that day and the rest of the week until Nadir was back.
Arriving home, she decided to take a bath and then order a pizza for dinner while she watched a movie.
She called the pizza place as she ran the bath, knowing it would take them at least an hour.
Soaking in the bath, she moaned softly as her muscles unwound.
When the water ran cold, she stood up, shaking off the lingering bubbles.
She hopped quickly out of the tub.
As she was putting on her short bathrobe, she heard the doorbell ring.
As she ran down the stairs to the basement, she thought the pizza boy arrived very quickly today.
Meena opened the door downstairs but at that moment her stomach filled with dread. Standing in the entry, with the pizza box in his hands, was Jalal.
"Oh, Jalal, I'm sorry!"Meena whimpered.
Jalal stared at her, mouth gaping.
He stood watching Meena, then cleared his throat, "No problem, I thought we could go out to dinner together tonight, but I saw that you ordered pizza. I met the pizza boy at the door, paid him and took it. I bring it to table, the pizza is getting cold!"
Meena was afraid to disagree.
While trying to cover her breasts, she could feel Jalal's gaze, like a slimy snail, crawling over her skin.
She knew that her robe was a smaller one and barely covered her body completely, exposing the tops of her breasts and offering a flash of her legs up to her thighs if she sat down on the sofa.
She stayed next to the sofa standing.
Jalal sat on the sofa, quietly opened the pizza box, and offered her a slice.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping by, Meena," Jalal purred.
"I wanted to make sure everything is okay. I was thinking of to come here for a short hour, just to make sure you are not very lonely without Doki." His eyes darkened, a flash of something predatory crossing his face.
"Oh no, Jalal, that's not necessary," Meena stuttered, her stomach dropping.
"I'm sure you have a lot to do and me too," She nibbled at her pizza, no longer hungry after this shock moment.
"Oh, but dear Meena, it would be my pleasure!" Jalal stood up and Said, "Okay, if you have something else to do this evening, then I will leave you, but I would like to ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow evening."
Meena was embarrassed by the situation and was wishing that Jalal to leave her alone.
She spoke without hesitation, "okay, I had to pay the bill for our pond too. we'll see each other tomorrow evening. Thank you for the invitation."…
* * *
Monday was a quiet day for me. I only attended a few sessions and workshops.
In the evening after dinner, I decided to visit the sea and the coast which was two hundred meters from the hotel.
As I sat down on a rock on the shore, I started thinking about our lives and the last few days. In the end, I thought about our last conversation after the night of dancing and her anxious words.
I was suddenly worried.
Why did she talk about risks and danger like that?
Why is she comparing a playful sexual relationship with fire right now?
Women, as we know, have a stronger sense for such things than men.
I had the feeling that I had to talk to her. The memory of our conversation after Jalal's invitation and dance night caused me to think deeply and restlessly. I was unsettled, the more I thought about her sentences the more unsettled I became.
I called Meena art once, while sitting there and watching the waves in Late evening light.
After a few sentences about your and my day I went to my main topic that bothered me. I asked the question that I wanted.
So, when my voice trembled, I knew that I was very tense what could have been her answer.
Meena informed me that afternoon Jalal was there for some minutes to see if the work is done, and they meet tomorrow to settle the invoice.
"I thought about him before… Do you... I mean have you feelings...?" I asked Meena.
"Yes! I know what you think, Nadir…," before I tell something, she replied, if she knew already what is coming, "He's fun, but not more,"
"Do you want with him... I mean?.." I stuttered but couldn't finish the sentence.
I think she knew exactly what I was asking next, and I think she thought that I deserved an honest answer.
"No. I don’t want… I just like to mess about but only when you are there and to an extent and as far as you are happy, that's all," then she added, "apart from that, this is your wish and fantasy to see me teasing him and even sometimes flirting with him, then why do you ask such a nonsense?" Meena replied and giggled.
I said nothing more.
But after a short pause she asked, "Are you jealous Nadir? There's no need to be. Jalal is an nice old man, sometimes a bit horny perhaps, but not my type and not my class, I just mean I can't start anything serious with him, he is not at all my dream man. I love you and I do this all only for your happiness."
"I watched you with him dancing so close, even I had the feeling that you were going to kiss and even more," I said quietly, and in such a manner that it was clear to her that it was not in any sense, an accusation.
"I know and we talked before about that, baby!"her response silenced the both of us, until she continued, "I saw you while Jalal tried to kiss my neck,"
This time and at this moment, I don't know why, suddenly I had a scary feeling of losing her. I guessed this especially had to do with the dance night, after this evening and their close and intimate dance.
"Let's say it the way it is, can we please Meena,"I said, it was a request not a directive.
"He was kissing and licking your neck, and he had almost his hand on your butts to grab your ass and caress it. And while he was doing that, you were standing there and letting him to do this all."
"Firstly, I was not standing, I was dancing are enjoying only dance, and secondly didn’t you enjoy the show?" It was a question that was loaded with implications for me, her and our future.
"I did certainly enjoy it, and I was also happy that you were having fun," I responded, but we both knew that it was a prevarication.
"Please answer my question, Nadir! We've known each other long enough to have no secrets. You must be honest with me if you like this game or games to go on or not," Meena said as if she is a little bit annoyed.
Meena knew me well, and she had previously surely seen my excitation and sexual arousal when she had been with Jalal chatting and dancing, so she was unsurprised by my answer.
"It aroused me as always," I said added, "but this frightened me at the same time," I could imagine at this moment, that her look is now somehow confused.
I added, "he seems to develop serious feelings for you, this is the point that frightens me."
"Oh really, do you think so? I don’t feel this, and even if he does, this is his problem," then she added, "I love you and only you, Nadir. This is and stays just a fantasy game and not more for me," after a short pause, "You can stop this game any moment, as always, if you want," and she added with a cool, neutral voice, "I don't mind at all if we stop it. I'm looking for your satisfaction and enjoyment, this is most important point for me."
I guess Meena felt my excitement which was simultaneously mixed with my fear.
"There's no need to be frightened my sweet dream man," she emphasized again, "I don't have any plans starting any game or adventure without my baby. Not even with other men who are more exciting or sexier than Jalal who could be my father."
"But will you tell me before you do something like that? I mean an adventure and so on," I insisted.
"I swear!" she replied.
"I swear, I can never hide anything from you, you know that… I chose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in any heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you,".
* * *
Though I had one hundred percent trust in my Meena, I was just partly satisfied, but only partly.
First, I believed and still do, everything changes with time, even nature and cosmos and we are a part of this process, we change exactly thesame way.
There are things that someday happened to a person and sometime later they seem to him alien and strange.
And second, we are all human and I knew we all make mistakes.
I knew that the purpose of our lives is to be happy, experience enjoyment and get pleasure.
Love gives these all to us, but sometime love goes his way, but happiness, pleasure and enjoyment another way.
This is the point: Love is untamed force.
If we try to control love, pleasure and enjoyment at the same time, love destroys us or we destroy love If we try to imprison love, it enslaves us, when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
I knew that nothing ever remains the same, there could be a lot of drama in the process of change. and Meena's and my lives could change dramatically, if we should not be careful and cautious.
What I didn't think about at all on this day: my mistake, my big mistake was to even talk to her today, and so worried and scared and with such concern and anxiety about this topic.
I should have thought that probably and logically, she would refrain from telling me everything that was happening that might worry me.
Well, I should have foreseen that she will protect me and take care of me as always. That means if in the next few days or in the future generally, something specific happens, an incident between the two of them, no matter in what form and how intense, physical or whatever, so as not to disquiet me, probably, will not tell me and hide...
And this was a terrible and primitive move from me, like a fatal beginner's mistake in chess!
* * *
Tuesday was full of attending meetings and talking to some friends.
Before I go away, I called Meena from my hotel and spoke briefly.
She was at work, and had not much time.
Meena told me that she will work a little longer today and when she gets home she will call me.
At the evening I had to deal with the content of my seminar on my area of expertise, vascular surgery, and prepare myself…
* * *
On Tueseday Meena went to work by taxi. She thought if she went out with Jalal as planned, he could take her home.
Jalal picked her up from her workplace at the university.
Meena had a very busy work day and just wanted to relax and have a glass of wine. But she had promised Jalal to accompany him, and he was last day clearly pleased to go dancing with her again, although she was not in the mood to dance.
After they met in her office and she paid the bill for their pond, they rode to the known restaurant for dinner.
There was a lot going on and the dance floor was crowded.
After dinner the waitress brought her second glass of wine, Meena thanked and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her glass of wine and just unwind from the day.
She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
Jalal has left for some minutes after dinner, to call his company.
As he came back, he apologized and ordered his second wine glass.
Meena looked around, noticing the sitting crowd more or less, all facing the band enjoying their music and ... except for Jalal.
He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move.
When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and showed the dance floor with his head and said, should we?
Then looked into her eyes in the dim lighting. She didn't know what to do. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist him.
Honestly, previously she was not in the mood but now definitely feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would accept his offer.
Jalal got up from his chair and he extended his hand gently.
She realized that a slow song had just started, and she guessed he wanted to dance this round with her definitely.
Meena accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him to the dance floor. She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He held her like last time securely.
Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately. She immediately felt that she had made the right decision to accept his invitation to dance.
She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it.
She finally belonged to him and him alone.
This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with such a master. It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the closeness.
Meena soon put her head on Jalal’s chest. She was almost curious and testing him to see what he would do next.
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted together even closer.
'Mmmmmmmh,' she thought to herself and sighed out loud and smiled.
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to Nadir.
Under the influence of wine, Meena wondered what would happen if she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt.
She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that she would reach in his shirt and caress his strong chest.
Jalal kissed the top of her head as if he sensed and read her thoughts and immediately she thought, 'Oh, what the hell...'Meena turned to face his upper chest and neck to deeply inhale once again, the wonderful cologne scent.
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted more...
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind, everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
She will ensure that things stay this way and that the red line is not crossed.
She was turned on and she knew this, but logical mind said she must be careful.
Jalal wanted to kiss her lips again, but Meena pulled her head back and their bodies were pressed together.
Meena looked into his eyes and said softly, "sorry, Jalal… you know…" and then tenderly and briefly kissed his cheek and his neck.
Jalal smiled and kissed her head and then her cheek and said, "I understand my dear,".
It was a bit awkward for a moment. But after this moment, Meena knew happily, from his body language, he was clearly telling her he was thinking what she was thinking.
After a short minute, the slow music ended, and a more upbeat song started.
Then Jalal led her by the hand back over to the table they were sitting in.
Meena grabbed her light summer coat and bag and escorted him out of the restaurant toward his Bentley.
Hopefully to get closer to his goal, Jalal wanted to drive home with Meena by his side.
He had the feeling, he had to have her and wanted to give her a night that she will never forget.
But Meena said that she had had a long day, and she likes to go home and rest.
Finally, after arriving her home, they sat outside her house in his car while talking about that evening.
Meena spoke, "Thank you Jalal. I had a good time," she said opening her eyes to smile at him with her hand on the car's door handle.
"I must thank you for accepting my invitation, Meena," he said and added, "are you interested to see my rose garden tomorrow?"
Meena answered, "Yes, sure why not I will be very happy,"
"Okay, then I collect you from work, is this okay?" Jalal asked.
"Yes, it is optimal, I look forward to seeing your garden," Meena responded.
Meena should have left his car, but she didn't at once. She delayed her departure and prolonged her time with him by sitting there in an alcohol dazed stupor.
She felt guilty, for not being so forthcoming in answer his movements attempts at rapprochement while dancing.
She was sorrier for him.
"Well, thank you for the nice meal and dance, Jalal. Thank you for being a gentleman. I had fun," said Meena reaching for the door handle again.
"I'll see you tomorrow after work," she said giving him a sexy smile before turning away.
"Wait," he said.
“Yes," Meena turned her head to him. “What is it?”
"Meena," Jalal said tenderly, "I feel me so lively and vital in your presence, there is no shame in that, is there?" and then looking her straight into her eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful."
Before Meena shows any reaction to his statement and question, he took her in his arms and hugged her as she trembled.
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.
That was very short, then he let her go, and whispered, "Excuse me Meena..."
They locked eyes and then the unimaginable happened.
Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against hers.
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became another, then another.
‘Oh, I've missed this, being to hold her tender body, in my arms, feeling her delicate and sweet lips against mine.’ Jalal thought.
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe, but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing arms.
Jalal could taste her strawberry lipstick from her soft lips, and she could feel her lipstick pealing from his lips with each parting breath.
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there was a not approved, almost sinful union.
Meena could feel his heart beating as if it were her own. And then she began to feel something more...
'The feel of his heart by mine...,' suddenly her eyes popped open as she realize who was kissing her.
"Jalal, no, it is too much, it is a mistake…" she said, with him answering,
"Yes, Meena, I know…" and pulling her lips impossibly closer, deeper.
"No ... no ... no. Enough, we are not allowed, Jalal, please…" she yelled at him as she pushed him away.
"Whoa… None of ... enough. We can't ... Remember, I'm married," Meena said breathlessly when their lips separated.
Reluctantly, Jalal released his hold on her.
His mind was in a whirl, 'She was kissing me, too. And look at her ... She's breathing as hard as I am, she's blushing from what just happened, there's sweat running off her forehead and down between her breasts...'
Yet all he said was, "Yes, I'm sorry, Meena. I tripped and ... I just don't know what came over me."
"Over us," corrected Meena in a voice so soft and low he wasn't sure he'd actually, heard it.
"I apologize Meena, but honestly I am not sorry," Jalal said and added, "it is for me a puzzle, why do you fight against what you want and the will of your body, but it is okay, I respect your decision and restraint, I thought we were alone, and I just wanted to be close to you…"
"Unfortunately, for me at least, we are not alone, Nadir is with me, he is always there, he is in my heart and watches us, I don't want to do something wrong," Meena said sadly and quietly.
"I know, logically someone has to be as you say in your heart, then he can also approach you, and I am not in your heart." Jalal said sadly, almost complaining…
Meena interrupted him and replied, “you are already at the door, let's say almost inside my heart, maybe not that deep but yes," and after a short pause added, "but that doesn't mean you are allowed in my pants too!" and laughed.
Jalal laughed too. Meena continued, "I think we're done in here. How about calling me tomorrow?"
Nodding his head, he watched as she got out of the car and walked away towards her house door, marvelling once again at the sight of her Shapely long leg and her tight, round buttocks cheeks.
He thought, a man at that age, such a strong man with a strong personality, sometimes felt so weak towards her and no matter what she asked, he would have done, he couldn't understand that. He has always been an alpha male ever since he got to know himself and the world around him, for as long as he can remember.
He was always a ruling personality in his professional and private life and in his dealings with his environment.
Jalal had taken over the company from his father and had multiplied not only the company but also the entire material possessions of the family, which now consists of him and his son. He always believed that with steadfast reactions and a firm hand you can achieve anything. He had achieved everything he wanted through good sense, confidence, foresight and patience.
After his wife's death, he had a few brief and rather superficial relationships, but now with Meena it was different.
He wished he was twenty years younger and had met Meena when she was young, a single woman. He sensed that Meena liked him very much and, despite the significant age difference and the fact that she was already taken as a wife and married to Nadir, she soon wanted to have him not only as a friend but also as a lover.
But for the current reality and situation, if he absolutely wants to have and occupy Meena, he should not risk it, waiting and watching was the password.
* * *
Late in the evening, after the exciting hours of dancing with Jalal and what happened afterwards in the car, Meena was in the bathroom cleaning her makeup off.
She wore nothing but one of Nadir’s large summer cotton shirt, light yellow, loosely buttoned around her waist.
Every time, when Nadir was on a congress-journey, she wore one of his shirts to sleep. A lot of skin and cleavage were showing.
Her magnificent tits and her perfect ass were hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric.
She looked as always, hot and in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too.
She needed her male at the moment, she thought.
As she was looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had a crazy idea.
She buttoned up the shirt, showing her firm stomach with a hint of abs.
She was clutching the shirt so that only parts of her boobs were showing, but it was just enough to make it seriously hot and teasing. She held her nice tits through the shirt, while biting her lower lip, smiling coyly.
Meena turned off the main light.
Now only the limited light from Nadir's small shaving mirror was on. Then she got her cell phone and started taking photos of her appearance in the mirror.
After taking some photos, she checked the pictures and chose three of them.
The first picture showing off her shapely, juicy thighs from the side.
In the second one she had turned her back to the mirror, and her perfect ass was hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric of Nadir’s shirt, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly. The last photo showed Meena in nothing but a towel, covering her upper mid-thigh to just above her chest!
Because of the dim light, all photos showed a silhouette of her body, they didn't show too much, but the implication was certainly there, and it was enough to see to imagine more.
Meena forwarded the three pictures to Nadir.
They were captioned ‘dream of me… ’
When I returned to the room after brushing my teeth, I noticed that Meena had called two minutes ago. I called back.
"Hi baby, did you like what I sent you?" She asked immediately.
I checked my phone. Nope, nothing.
"What did you send, something written?" I asked.
"Nooo, the photos!" she answered.
I got confused, "Photos? Which photos?"
"Yes, silly. The three I just sent. In the bathroom."
There was a brief pause. A moment of silence.
Meena's tone of voice has changed.
"You did get a photo just now, right?" she asked, uncertain.
I reached for my phone and checked to be sure, "Nope. Nothing here."
"I have to check, call you back right away," Meena stopped talking and quickly interrupted the contact…
* * *
Meena, phone in hand, scrolled through it. Her scrolling came to a stop and her jaw dropped.
'Damn... damn… What have I done!' Meena exclaimed, holding a hand to her mouth.
'Damn! I sent it to the wrong number, I... I sent it to Jalal!' she talked loudly to herself.
She noted that 'Nadir', and Jalal as 'Noori' his surname, were staying just next to each other and she chose the wrong name when sending.
Meena dumped down on the end of the bed, staring at her phone.
'It's so wrong... damn, how could this happen? I sent him nude pics of my legs and my ass! oh god, it's so wrong, now that Jalal is... thinking and doing God knows what,' I even captioned it ' dream of me,' damn!
God, I can't believe I sent it to someone else, even worse, to him!
After teasing him today?
'It's so wrong!'
Thinking and murmuring all time. how that old horny man got an eyeful of her hot ass and legs and titis. She could only imagine how hot that'd look, and what Jalal might think... and do...
She took a quick glance in the pics. Her face was even in two of them!
'How can I inform Nadir about this shit, what should I tell him, especially after our conversation, how will he feel when he finds out what shit I've done?' She thought. 'no, no, just not that, I can't tell him, yes, he trusts me and will also believe me that it was just a stupid mistake on my part but then he will think about what Jalal will do with it and how Jalal sees it and what he will plan...'
Then Meena cell phone dinged.
Someone had texted her.
Meena paused, looking at her phone, thinking. Then she reached over at the nightstand where her phone was laying.
She laid back and swiped her lock away. Her eyes went wide.
"Damn, he... he replied." She spoke.
She just kept looking wide-eyed at the photo. Half looking at it, half contemplating what to do next.
The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man.
His huge and muscular chest and belly was hidden under a white tank top.
His face was hidden. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, Meena saw this large man standing in his white boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a big and very long bulge.
It was surreal, Meena thought. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.
And it was captioned, 'All yours.'
'Damn!' Meena thought.
'Is...is that real?' she asked herself, then blushed realising what .. 'No.. can't be. Probably stuffed his boxers with something…' She thought in a state of disbelief.
But she couldn't be sure, of course.
It was way more than Nadir’s even Mansour’s as she remembered, longer too.
Dammit, Jalal was hung! And what's more, Jalal had captioned it 'All yours' She thought.
'Just trying to impress me, I bet,' she moaned while slightly biting her lip while looking at the length and thickness of it.
At the next moment Meena was ashamed admiring actually a strange man’s cock. She scrolled with trembling finger the pics and looked one time more at her photos which she sent Jalal.
It was just something about seeing her shapely ass and titis hugged by Nadir’s cotton shirt. Yes, the pictures were so hot.
They truly were very sexy photos and looking at them made for sure things of every male grow up!
Knowing that Jalal had already seen it, and probably jacked off to it.
Jalal had probably been cumming for her.
She was angry with herself for her dirty thoughts more than sending them to him…
Meena finally thought she had to stop the madness somehow, she chose Jalal's name in her cell phone and just typed, 'I’m sorry, just a mistake, I chose wrong number!'
After a short pause came the answer, 'whether intentionally or accidentally, I was lucky again! But mine was intentional!'
Meena wrote, 'please delete my pictures before someone sees it,'
Jalal: 'Nobody is going to see them, except me, and I have to be honest with you, I have to think about deleting!'
Meena: 'and I ask you not to mention it again when we see each other,'
Jalal: 'I promise never to mention the picture or the content, but am I allowed
to think about it in my dreams?'
Meena: 'I can't forbid you to dream or control your dreams,'
Jalal: 'I'm sorry, but I'm thankful to God that you can't do that,'
Meena: 'You are a bad boy, Mr. Noori,'
Jalal: 'I will not deny it, you have not seen my different faces yet… Did you delete mine?'
Meena: 'Is that you?!'
Jalal: 'Who else do you think? Is it not obvious? Should I send another one that contains my face and body without a cover?'
Meena: 'No, no. please no, I believe you, yes, I deleted it.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but let me know if you need a new one!'
Meena: 'You are so bad… Now, I must go and sleep, I am very tired.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but just a question, does the person you wanted to send the photos to, know that you sent them to the wrong person, I mean to me?'
Meena: 'No, no, and you do not forget your promise, good night,'
Jalal: ' I always keep my promises. Good night my dear, sleep well. But I will dream with and about the pictures of you and you,' Meena put her cell phone on the nightstand. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
As she came back and lay down to bed, before turning off the light, she picked
up her phone and scrolled the pics until the picture of Jalal appeared.
First, she wanted to delete it, but she looked at it again and thought out loud, 'unbelievable, such a man and such a...' and bit her lower lip lightly.
Then she turned it off and left the cell phone back on the nightstand, and pressed the light switch…
* * *
After about twenty minutes from our first call, I phoned Meena.
"Hi, baby, excuse me I was in bathroom." She answered.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yes, sure, I made a mistake, and didn’t sent it previously, I'll send it right away, I love you,sleep well, good night."
Then I received the some fantastic photos of her sexy body.
It was captioned ‘Just yours’…
Demeter
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-- tbc --
I turned to her, head bowed, kissed her lips and asked, “what is the matter, My baby?"
Meena was for some seconds silent, if she is thinking, how to answer, “Today, our dancing that was somehow, not okay, …I mean," she couldn’t find the correct wording and right explanation, I thought.
"But I saw you two, that was hot, you know, Jalal and you dancing together. You seemed to be enjoying each other." I spoke.
"Oh, well yes, I guess. He is a very good dancer; I had no idea." Meena responded.
She looked at me if she waits for me to say something important to her while I tried to choose my words carefully,
"You know I don't mind you dancing with other men, don't you?"
"Yes, I know, you have often told me that,"she replied.
"Well..., I especially like you dancing with him," I said.
"What, why him in particular?" Meena asked.
"He, that is, well… it is obvious how lovely he thinks you are and how lucky I am to be married to you. Also, you, well the truth is you both look good together. In dancing with him you look very natural," I argued.
Meena smiled and said softly, "honestly my dear Nadir, I knew about your voyeuristic tendencies and actually the two things complimented each other," and after a short pause if she tries to concentrate her thoughts to talk, continued, "my love of dancing, with other men, and you, my beloved husband being able to watch. This is the one thing, but second thing is that it seemed today you were more excited than usual about me dancing with old Mr. Noori, and I am still charmed why,"
"Yes, probably that is it, he is, or better to say that is you have never danced with such a man before, have you?" I tried my best somehow to argue.
"No, I haven't, but to be honest that didn't really cross my mind. It was more that he is a friend of us now, well, yours, and mine too, we appreciate him, and I was flattered that he wanted to dance with me," she said, and then, before I find the right answer, she went on, "Nadir, what is it about me dancing with Jalal that excites you so strong?"while this statement, she looked directly in my direction.
I felt her deep gaze even in the dim light, "Yes, well partly. That is exciting because he is a powerful athletic man," and after a short pause, "but it's more than that, let me think… it's because he is so fascinated by you, while he seems so…"
"... Old but ruling, controlling, predominating, commanding, just like uncle Mansi, is this what excites you so much?" Meena said finishing my sentence and obvious train of thought.
She was thoughtful but at the same time she looked relieved if she has discovered something.
"I think your love to play with fire and touch danger is slowly but surely rises above even normal levels for you. This is dangerous my dear. It excites more and more, to come into contact with fire, danger and finally pain, is this what fascinates you so? You want this all, but without getting hurt, you want to move on the border, on the edge," Meena spoke.
"Maybe," I said quietly.
"I have the impression that all stimulates you and that makes you more alive, but shouldn't it normally be scarier? I'm on the other side and that's exactly the point that scares me, not that I don't have confidence in myself…"
"But that is probably why it appeals to me so much, feeling me alive… "I said.
"I understand," she said, "like a small bad boy, looking for new games and toys, even playing with fire, dangerous but exciting...But fire burns, it has that in its nature, maybe a child doesn't know this and reaches for fire, but you have to know that fire burns..."
And after a short pause she continued, "Did you think about what you would do if the fire burns you, if the danger hurts you, and if the pain is not bearable, Nadir?"
"Seen this way, actually you suppose we are on a game field, a game with components of fire, fear, pain, excitement and pleasure," I argued, "And the game means for me to live and to be alive,"
"I don't think so... then in relation to me and our love and even the third person who plays a role here, you are shameless selfish Nadir, aren't you?" Meena asked.
"No, not at all. I'm sorry, in my opinion there is something for everyone, enjoyment and pleasure, and I firmly believe that. But to finish this unnecessary conversation, my lovely Meena, if you don't want to, that's fine, it's just..." I said as my last statement, "I don’t want to discuss this with you anymore, this endless discussion is getting too much for me., let’s leave it," I said, slightly upset.
She probably sensed that I was a little angry, even though I didn't mean to be.
"You are right Nadir, this is an endless unnecessary discussion, but it means I am afraid, I don't want anyone to get hurt," she said, "I feel the danger, I need warn you not to play on the edge, it is dangerous, but I am going to do what your desire is, I love you and believe that to love is not just look at other’s eyes and feel or search the love, but to look at the same direction in life…"
Meena then looked at me with another wicked smile. What was she up to now?
* * *
Next day, early in the morning before she wakes up, I thought it was high noon to control my hidden cameras again.
I hadn't used them for a long time.
I tried whether they work and activated them for the times when Meena is at home...
* * *
Saturday was a strange day.
The weather was strange, the temperature was strange and our mood and behaviour too!
I got up early. Meena was still sleeping. Then I lay down again and slept until late morning.
When I woke up Meena was in basement, in the kitchen.
The weather was rainy and cold, so cold that we couldn't have breakfast outside in the garden.
Then suddenly the sun came out and after breakfast it slowly became hot and you could sunbathe.
We didn't talk much and not at all about Jalal.
I could swear there was something strange in the air, and between us too.
I had a strange feeling, not a pleasant one.
Meena was sunbathing as I left for hospital until late in die evening.
* * *
Sunday afternoon, Meena drove Nadir to the airport.
When she was back home and changed, she walked into the bathroom to shower, spotted a note on the bathroom sink left...
‘My lovely Meena,
Have a great time next days!
My love will accompany you all the time.
Jalal knows you're alone, and perhaps will check in.
show him that you are my faithful angel and only I can decide what
happens next,
Love
Nadir’ ...
Meena smiled as she read the paper. she was sure that there will be no Problems while his absence. ‘She will reject Jalal if he tries anything, that was for sure.’ she thought, ‘Nadir is insecure because of our recent conversation.
That might not be a bad thing. He will be careful and not Exaggerate the things.
But do I want him to suffer because of it? It's not Fair.
I have to talk to him about it when he calls. I have to calm him down, he needs confidence’. Nevertheless, she decided and hoped not to meet Jalal in the next few days while Nadir was away but just for pay the bill, it was safer that way.
She wasn't planning on doing much coming days, just chilling out and relaxing after work, spending time by the new pond. She wanted to rest alone at home and catching up on her studies. She sighed then she stuck Nadir’s message paper on the mirror with an adhesive tape...
* * *
On Monday Meena didn't have to work long.
After leaving workplace, she sat down with a friend from work in a Coffee shop and chatted a bit about work and their plans for the rest of the summer.
After that she went to the supermarket shopping for die next few days.
On the way home, she thought about what she was going to do that day and the rest of the week until Nadir was back.
Arriving home, she decided to take a bath and then order a pizza for dinner while she watched a movie.
She called the pizza place as she ran the bath, knowing it would take them at least an hour.
Soaking in the bath, she moaned softly as her muscles unwound.
When the water ran cold, she stood up, shaking off the lingering bubbles.
She hopped quickly out of the tub.
As she was putting on her short bathrobe, she heard the doorbell ring.
As she ran down the stairs to the basement, she thought the pizza boy arrived very quickly today.
Meena opened the door downstairs but at that moment her stomach filled with dread. Standing in the entry, with the pizza box in his hands, was Jalal.
"Oh, Jalal, I'm sorry!"Meena whimpered.
Jalal stared at her, mouth gaping.
He stood watching Meena, then cleared his throat, "No problem, I thought we could go out to dinner together tonight, but I saw that you ordered pizza. I met the pizza boy at the door, paid him and took it. I bring it to table, the pizza is getting cold!"
Meena was afraid to disagree.
While trying to cover her breasts, she could feel Jalal's gaze, like a slimy snail, crawling over her skin.
She knew that her robe was a smaller one and barely covered her body completely, exposing the tops of her breasts and offering a flash of her legs up to her thighs if she sat down on the sofa.
She stayed next to the sofa standing.
Jalal sat on the sofa, quietly opened the pizza box, and offered her a slice.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping by, Meena," Jalal purred.
"I wanted to make sure everything is okay. I was thinking of to come here for a short hour, just to make sure you are not very lonely without Doki." His eyes darkened, a flash of something predatory crossing his face.
"Oh no, Jalal, that's not necessary," Meena stuttered, her stomach dropping.
"I'm sure you have a lot to do and me too," She nibbled at her pizza, no longer hungry after this shock moment.
"Oh, but dear Meena, it would be my pleasure!" Jalal stood up and Said, "Okay, if you have something else to do this evening, then I will leave you, but I would like to ask you to have dinner with me tomorrow evening."
Meena was embarrassed by the situation and was wishing that Jalal to leave her alone.
She spoke without hesitation, "okay, I had to pay the bill for our pond too. we'll see each other tomorrow evening. Thank you for the invitation."…
* * *
Monday was a quiet day for me. I only attended a few sessions and workshops.
In the evening after dinner, I decided to visit the sea and the coast which was two hundred meters from the hotel.
As I sat down on a rock on the shore, I started thinking about our lives and the last few days. In the end, I thought about our last conversation after the night of dancing and her anxious words.
I was suddenly worried.
Why did she talk about risks and danger like that?
Why is she comparing a playful sexual relationship with fire right now?
Women, as we know, have a stronger sense for such things than men.
I had the feeling that I had to talk to her. The memory of our conversation after Jalal's invitation and dance night caused me to think deeply and restlessly. I was unsettled, the more I thought about her sentences the more unsettled I became.
I called Meena art once, while sitting there and watching the waves in Late evening light.
After a few sentences about your and my day I went to my main topic that bothered me. I asked the question that I wanted.
So, when my voice trembled, I knew that I was very tense what could have been her answer.
Meena informed me that afternoon Jalal was there for some minutes to see if the work is done, and they meet tomorrow to settle the invoice.
"I thought about him before… Do you... I mean have you feelings...?" I asked Meena.
"Yes! I know what you think, Nadir…," before I tell something, she replied, if she knew already what is coming, "He's fun, but not more,"
"Do you want with him... I mean?.." I stuttered but couldn't finish the sentence.
I think she knew exactly what I was asking next, and I think she thought that I deserved an honest answer.
"No. I don’t want… I just like to mess about but only when you are there and to an extent and as far as you are happy, that's all," then she added, "apart from that, this is your wish and fantasy to see me teasing him and even sometimes flirting with him, then why do you ask such a nonsense?" Meena replied and giggled.
I said nothing more.
But after a short pause she asked, "Are you jealous Nadir? There's no need to be. Jalal is an nice old man, sometimes a bit horny perhaps, but not my type and not my class, I just mean I can't start anything serious with him, he is not at all my dream man. I love you and I do this all only for your happiness."
"I watched you with him dancing so close, even I had the feeling that you were going to kiss and even more," I said quietly, and in such a manner that it was clear to her that it was not in any sense, an accusation.
"I know and we talked before about that, baby!"her response silenced the both of us, until she continued, "I saw you while Jalal tried to kiss my neck,"
This time and at this moment, I don't know why, suddenly I had a scary feeling of losing her. I guessed this especially had to do with the dance night, after this evening and their close and intimate dance.
"Let's say it the way it is, can we please Meena,"I said, it was a request not a directive.
"He was kissing and licking your neck, and he had almost his hand on your butts to grab your ass and caress it. And while he was doing that, you were standing there and letting him to do this all."
"Firstly, I was not standing, I was dancing are enjoying only dance, and secondly didn’t you enjoy the show?" It was a question that was loaded with implications for me, her and our future.
"I did certainly enjoy it, and I was also happy that you were having fun," I responded, but we both knew that it was a prevarication.
"Please answer my question, Nadir! We've known each other long enough to have no secrets. You must be honest with me if you like this game or games to go on or not," Meena said as if she is a little bit annoyed.
Meena knew me well, and she had previously surely seen my excitation and sexual arousal when she had been with Jalal chatting and dancing, so she was unsurprised by my answer.
"It aroused me as always," I said added, "but this frightened me at the same time," I could imagine at this moment, that her look is now somehow confused.
I added, "he seems to develop serious feelings for you, this is the point that frightens me."
"Oh really, do you think so? I don’t feel this, and even if he does, this is his problem," then she added, "I love you and only you, Nadir. This is and stays just a fantasy game and not more for me," after a short pause, "You can stop this game any moment, as always, if you want," and she added with a cool, neutral voice, "I don't mind at all if we stop it. I'm looking for your satisfaction and enjoyment, this is most important point for me."
I guess Meena felt my excitement which was simultaneously mixed with my fear.
"There's no need to be frightened my sweet dream man," she emphasized again, "I don't have any plans starting any game or adventure without my baby. Not even with other men who are more exciting or sexier than Jalal who could be my father."
"But will you tell me before you do something like that? I mean an adventure and so on," I insisted.
"I swear!" she replied.
"I swear, I can never hide anything from you, you know that… I chose you. And I'll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in any heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you,".
* * *
Though I had one hundred percent trust in my Meena, I was just partly satisfied, but only partly.
First, I believed and still do, everything changes with time, even nature and cosmos and we are a part of this process, we change exactly thesame way.
There are things that someday happened to a person and sometime later they seem to him alien and strange.
And second, we are all human and I knew we all make mistakes.
I knew that the purpose of our lives is to be happy, experience enjoyment and get pleasure.
Love gives these all to us, but sometime love goes his way, but happiness, pleasure and enjoyment another way.
This is the point: Love is untamed force.
If we try to control love, pleasure and enjoyment at the same time, love destroys us or we destroy love If we try to imprison love, it enslaves us, when we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
I knew that nothing ever remains the same, there could be a lot of drama in the process of change. and Meena's and my lives could change dramatically, if we should not be careful and cautious.
What I didn't think about at all on this day: my mistake, my big mistake was to even talk to her today, and so worried and scared and with such concern and anxiety about this topic.
I should have thought that probably and logically, she would refrain from telling me everything that was happening that might worry me.
Well, I should have foreseen that she will protect me and take care of me as always. That means if in the next few days or in the future generally, something specific happens, an incident between the two of them, no matter in what form and how intense, physical or whatever, so as not to disquiet me, probably, will not tell me and hide...
And this was a terrible and primitive move from me, like a fatal beginner's mistake in chess!
* * *
Tuesday was full of attending meetings and talking to some friends.
Before I go away, I called Meena from my hotel and spoke briefly.
She was at work, and had not much time.
Meena told me that she will work a little longer today and when she gets home she will call me.
At the evening I had to deal with the content of my seminar on my area of expertise, vascular surgery, and prepare myself…
* * *
On Tueseday Meena went to work by taxi. She thought if she went out with Jalal as planned, he could take her home.
Jalal picked her up from her workplace at the university.
Meena had a very busy work day and just wanted to relax and have a glass of wine. But she had promised Jalal to accompany him, and he was last day clearly pleased to go dancing with her again, although she was not in the mood to dance.
After they met in her office and she paid the bill for their pond, they rode to the known restaurant for dinner.
There was a lot going on and the dance floor was crowded.
After dinner the waitress brought her second glass of wine, Meena thanked and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her glass of wine and just unwind from the day.
She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
Jalal has left for some minutes after dinner, to call his company.
As he came back, he apologized and ordered his second wine glass.
Meena looked around, noticing the sitting crowd more or less, all facing the band enjoying their music and ... except for Jalal.
He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move.
When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and showed the dance floor with his head and said, should we?
Then looked into her eyes in the dim lighting. She didn't know what to do. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist him.
Honestly, previously she was not in the mood but now definitely feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would accept his offer.
Jalal got up from his chair and he extended his hand gently.
She realized that a slow song had just started, and she guessed he wanted to dance this round with her definitely.
Meena accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him to the dance floor. She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He held her like last time securely.
Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately. She immediately felt that she had made the right decision to accept his invitation to dance.
She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it.
She finally belonged to him and him alone.
This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with such a master. It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the closeness.
Meena soon put her head on Jalal’s chest. She was almost curious and testing him to see what he would do next.
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted together even closer.
'Mmmmmmmh,' she thought to herself and sighed out loud and smiled.
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to Nadir.
Under the influence of wine, Meena wondered what would happen if she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt.
She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that she would reach in his shirt and caress his strong chest.
Jalal kissed the top of her head as if he sensed and read her thoughts and immediately she thought, 'Oh, what the hell...'Meena turned to face his upper chest and neck to deeply inhale once again, the wonderful cologne scent.
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted more...
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind, everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
She will ensure that things stay this way and that the red line is not crossed.
She was turned on and she knew this, but logical mind said she must be careful.
Jalal wanted to kiss her lips again, but Meena pulled her head back and their bodies were pressed together.
Meena looked into his eyes and said softly, "sorry, Jalal… you know…" and then tenderly and briefly kissed his cheek and his neck.
Jalal smiled and kissed her head and then her cheek and said, "I understand my dear,".
It was a bit awkward for a moment. But after this moment, Meena knew happily, from his body language, he was clearly telling her he was thinking what she was thinking.
After a short minute, the slow music ended, and a more upbeat song started.
Then Jalal led her by the hand back over to the table they were sitting in.
Meena grabbed her light summer coat and bag and escorted him out of the restaurant toward his Bentley.
Hopefully to get closer to his goal, Jalal wanted to drive home with Meena by his side.
He had the feeling, he had to have her and wanted to give her a night that she will never forget.
But Meena said that she had had a long day, and she likes to go home and rest.
Finally, after arriving her home, they sat outside her house in his car while talking about that evening.
Meena spoke, "Thank you Jalal. I had a good time," she said opening her eyes to smile at him with her hand on the car's door handle.
"I must thank you for accepting my invitation, Meena," he said and added, "are you interested to see my rose garden tomorrow?"
Meena answered, "Yes, sure why not I will be very happy,"
"Okay, then I collect you from work, is this okay?" Jalal asked.
"Yes, it is optimal, I look forward to seeing your garden," Meena responded.
Meena should have left his car, but she didn't at once. She delayed her departure and prolonged her time with him by sitting there in an alcohol dazed stupor.
She felt guilty, for not being so forthcoming in answer his movements attempts at rapprochement while dancing.
She was sorrier for him.
"Well, thank you for the nice meal and dance, Jalal. Thank you for being a gentleman. I had fun," said Meena reaching for the door handle again.
"I'll see you tomorrow after work," she said giving him a sexy smile before turning away.
"Wait," he said.
“Yes," Meena turned her head to him. “What is it?”
"Meena," Jalal said tenderly, "I feel me so lively and vital in your presence, there is no shame in that, is there?" and then looking her straight into her eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful."
Before Meena shows any reaction to his statement and question, he took her in his arms and hugged her as she trembled.
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.
That was very short, then he let her go, and whispered, "Excuse me Meena..."
They locked eyes and then the unimaginable happened.
Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against hers.
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became another, then another.
‘Oh, I've missed this, being to hold her tender body, in my arms, feeling her delicate and sweet lips against mine.’ Jalal thought.
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe, but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing arms.
Jalal could taste her strawberry lipstick from her soft lips, and she could feel her lipstick pealing from his lips with each parting breath.
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there was a not approved, almost sinful union.
Meena could feel his heart beating as if it were her own. And then she began to feel something more...
'The feel of his heart by mine...,' suddenly her eyes popped open as she realize who was kissing her.
"Jalal, no, it is too much, it is a mistake…" she said, with him answering,
"Yes, Meena, I know…" and pulling her lips impossibly closer, deeper.
"No ... no ... no. Enough, we are not allowed, Jalal, please…" she yelled at him as she pushed him away.
"Whoa… None of ... enough. We can't ... Remember, I'm married," Meena said breathlessly when their lips separated.
Reluctantly, Jalal released his hold on her.
His mind was in a whirl, 'She was kissing me, too. And look at her ... She's breathing as hard as I am, she's blushing from what just happened, there's sweat running off her forehead and down between her breasts...'
Yet all he said was, "Yes, I'm sorry, Meena. I tripped and ... I just don't know what came over me."
"Over us," corrected Meena in a voice so soft and low he wasn't sure he'd actually, heard it.
"I apologize Meena, but honestly I am not sorry," Jalal said and added, "it is for me a puzzle, why do you fight against what you want and the will of your body, but it is okay, I respect your decision and restraint, I thought we were alone, and I just wanted to be close to you…"
"Unfortunately, for me at least, we are not alone, Nadir is with me, he is always there, he is in my heart and watches us, I don't want to do something wrong," Meena said sadly and quietly.
"I know, logically someone has to be as you say in your heart, then he can also approach you, and I am not in your heart." Jalal said sadly, almost complaining…
Meena interrupted him and replied, “you are already at the door, let's say almost inside my heart, maybe not that deep but yes," and after a short pause added, "but that doesn't mean you are allowed in my pants too!" and laughed.
Jalal laughed too. Meena continued, "I think we're done in here. How about calling me tomorrow?"
Nodding his head, he watched as she got out of the car and walked away towards her house door, marvelling once again at the sight of her Shapely long leg and her tight, round buttocks cheeks.
He thought, a man at that age, such a strong man with a strong personality, sometimes felt so weak towards her and no matter what she asked, he would have done, he couldn't understand that. He has always been an alpha male ever since he got to know himself and the world around him, for as long as he can remember.
He was always a ruling personality in his professional and private life and in his dealings with his environment.
Jalal had taken over the company from his father and had multiplied not only the company but also the entire material possessions of the family, which now consists of him and his son. He always believed that with steadfast reactions and a firm hand you can achieve anything. He had achieved everything he wanted through good sense, confidence, foresight and patience.
After his wife's death, he had a few brief and rather superficial relationships, but now with Meena it was different.
He wished he was twenty years younger and had met Meena when she was young, a single woman. He sensed that Meena liked him very much and, despite the significant age difference and the fact that she was already taken as a wife and married to Nadir, she soon wanted to have him not only as a friend but also as a lover.
But for the current reality and situation, if he absolutely wants to have and occupy Meena, he should not risk it, waiting and watching was the password.
* * *
Late in the evening, after the exciting hours of dancing with Jalal and what happened afterwards in the car, Meena was in the bathroom cleaning her makeup off.
She wore nothing but one of Nadir’s large summer cotton shirt, light yellow, loosely buttoned around her waist.
Every time, when Nadir was on a congress-journey, she wore one of his shirts to sleep. A lot of skin and cleavage were showing.
Her magnificent tits and her perfect ass were hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric.
She looked as always, hot and in addition to having a cute, delightful face, her body was killer too.
She needed her male at the moment, she thought.
As she was looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had a crazy idea.
She buttoned up the shirt, showing her firm stomach with a hint of abs.
She was clutching the shirt so that only parts of her boobs were showing, but it was just enough to make it seriously hot and teasing. She held her nice tits through the shirt, while biting her lower lip, smiling coyly.
Meena turned off the main light.
Now only the limited light from Nadir's small shaving mirror was on. Then she got her cell phone and started taking photos of her appearance in the mirror.
After taking some photos, she checked the pictures and chose three of them.
The first picture showing off her shapely, juicy thighs from the side.
In the second one she had turned her back to the mirror, and her perfect ass was hidden just underneath the loose and thin fabric of Nadir’s shirt, with the lighting hitting her ass just perfectly. The last photo showed Meena in nothing but a towel, covering her upper mid-thigh to just above her chest!
Because of the dim light, all photos showed a silhouette of her body, they didn't show too much, but the implication was certainly there, and it was enough to see to imagine more.
Meena forwarded the three pictures to Nadir.
They were captioned ‘dream of me… ’
* * *
When I returned to the room after brushing my teeth, I noticed that Meena had called two minutes ago. I called back.
"Hi baby, did you like what I sent you?" She asked immediately.
I checked my phone. Nope, nothing.
"What did you send, something written?" I asked.
"Nooo, the photos!" she answered.
I got confused, "Photos? Which photos?"
"Yes, silly. The three I just sent. In the bathroom."
There was a brief pause. A moment of silence.
Meena's tone of voice has changed.
"You did get a photo just now, right?" she asked, uncertain.
I reached for my phone and checked to be sure, "Nope. Nothing here."
"I have to check, call you back right away," Meena stopped talking and quickly interrupted the contact…
* * *
Meena, phone in hand, scrolled through it. Her scrolling came to a stop and her jaw dropped.
'Damn... damn… What have I done!' Meena exclaimed, holding a hand to her mouth.
'Damn! I sent it to the wrong number, I... I sent it to Jalal!' she talked loudly to herself.
She noted that 'Nadir', and Jalal as 'Noori' his surname, were staying just next to each other and she chose the wrong name when sending.
Meena dumped down on the end of the bed, staring at her phone.
'It's so wrong... damn, how could this happen? I sent him nude pics of my legs and my ass! oh god, it's so wrong, now that Jalal is... thinking and doing God knows what,' I even captioned it ' dream of me,' damn!
God, I can't believe I sent it to someone else, even worse, to him!
After teasing him today?
'It's so wrong!'
Thinking and murmuring all time. how that old horny man got an eyeful of her hot ass and legs and titis. She could only imagine how hot that'd look, and what Jalal might think... and do...
She took a quick glance in the pics. Her face was even in two of them!
'How can I inform Nadir about this shit, what should I tell him, especially after our conversation, how will he feel when he finds out what shit I've done?' She thought. 'no, no, just not that, I can't tell him, yes, he trusts me and will also believe me that it was just a stupid mistake on my part but then he will think about what Jalal will do with it and how Jalal sees it and what he will plan...'
Then Meena cell phone dinged.
Someone had texted her.
Meena paused, looking at her phone, thinking. Then she reached over at the nightstand where her phone was laying.
She laid back and swiped her lock away. Her eyes went wide.
"Damn, he... he replied." She spoke.
She just kept looking wide-eyed at the photo. Half looking at it, half contemplating what to do next.
The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man.
His huge and muscular chest and belly was hidden under a white tank top.
His face was hidden. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, Meena saw this large man standing in his white boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a big and very long bulge.
It was surreal, Meena thought. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.
And it was captioned, 'All yours.'
'Damn!' Meena thought.
'Is...is that real?' she asked herself, then blushed realising what .. 'No.. can't be. Probably stuffed his boxers with something…' She thought in a state of disbelief.
But she couldn't be sure, of course.
It was way more than Nadir’s even Mansour’s as she remembered, longer too.
Dammit, Jalal was hung! And what's more, Jalal had captioned it 'All yours' She thought.
'Just trying to impress me, I bet,' she moaned while slightly biting her lip while looking at the length and thickness of it.
At the next moment Meena was ashamed admiring actually a strange man’s cock. She scrolled with trembling finger the pics and looked one time more at her photos which she sent Jalal.
It was just something about seeing her shapely ass and titis hugged by Nadir’s cotton shirt. Yes, the pictures were so hot.
They truly were very sexy photos and looking at them made for sure things of every male grow up!
Knowing that Jalal had already seen it, and probably jacked off to it.
Jalal had probably been cumming for her.
She was angry with herself for her dirty thoughts more than sending them to him…
Meena finally thought she had to stop the madness somehow, she chose Jalal's name in her cell phone and just typed, 'I’m sorry, just a mistake, I chose wrong number!'
After a short pause came the answer, 'whether intentionally or accidentally, I was lucky again! But mine was intentional!'
Meena wrote, 'please delete my pictures before someone sees it,'
Jalal: 'Nobody is going to see them, except me, and I have to be honest with you, I have to think about deleting!'
Meena: 'and I ask you not to mention it again when we see each other,'
Jalal: 'I promise never to mention the picture or the content, but am I allowed
to think about it in my dreams?'
Meena: 'I can't forbid you to dream or control your dreams,'
Jalal: 'I'm sorry, but I'm thankful to God that you can't do that,'
Meena: 'You are a bad boy, Mr. Noori,'
Jalal: 'I will not deny it, you have not seen my different faces yet… Did you delete mine?'
Meena: 'Is that you?!'
Jalal: 'Who else do you think? Is it not obvious? Should I send another one that contains my face and body without a cover?'
Meena: 'No, no. please no, I believe you, yes, I deleted it.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but let me know if you need a new one!'
Meena: 'You are so bad… Now, I must go and sleep, I am very tired.'
Jalal: 'Okay, but just a question, does the person you wanted to send the photos to, know that you sent them to the wrong person, I mean to me?'
Meena: 'No, no, and you do not forget your promise, good night,'
Jalal: ' I always keep my promises. Good night my dear, sleep well. But I will dream with and about the pictures of you and you,' Meena put her cell phone on the nightstand. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
As she came back and lay down to bed, before turning off the light, she picked
up her phone and scrolled the pics until the picture of Jalal appeared.
First, she wanted to delete it, but she looked at it again and thought out loud, 'unbelievable, such a man and such a...' and bit her lower lip lightly.
Then she turned it off and left the cell phone back on the nightstand, and pressed the light switch…
* * *
After about twenty minutes from our first call, I phoned Meena.
"Hi, baby, excuse me I was in bathroom." She answered.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yes, sure, I made a mistake, and didn’t sent it previously, I'll send it right away, I love you,sleep well, good night."
Then I received the some fantastic photos of her sexy body.
It was captioned ‘Just yours’…
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
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