[Demeter]

Meena and Jalal find themselves drawn to each other, both physically and emotionally, and 
their connection goes beyond mere physical attraction ...

[Demeter]

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’…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

"Just yours!" ...

But whose?

[Demeter]

On Wednesday, late morning while in the university, Meena was getting some study done in the library, she received a message from Jalal.
She opened it and read; ‘Hi Meena, I call you after lunch, Kisses’.
After a short pause to think what to answer, she scrolled the messages and came to the photo Jalal sent her last night.
She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table.
Then she looked around nervously before picking it back up.
She found herself staring at the picture, remembering all the details from conversations from yesterday on the road and the night.
For a moment Meena was horrified because she noticed that her pussy is already throbbing, and she realised that she'd subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together.
She gasped and jerked her legs apart.

Meena was about to delete the picture that she thought about it again, and left it and closed the message. 
Then she just wrote in response, ‘it's okay, see you later.’, andtried to get back to work.’
When Meena returned from lunch in her study, Jalal called.
Before she answered, she thought hopefully he has not forgotten his promises and will not make any comments about the pictures.

'Hi Meena, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment for visiting my rose-garden.' He sounded like usual, and this immediately calmed down her.

'No, of course not, when are you going to pick me up from home?'

'Can I pick you up from work around 4pm when you're finished?'

Meena knew that he wanted to take her again for dinner and surely dance after their visiting his garden. But she definitely didn't want to dance with him today.
She didn't dare because she was afraid that he would make some advances towards her. Especially after the stupid incident with the pictures.

'I am sorry Jalal but I have to work longer today, better see you later and sfter that we'll see…' she answered.

'Is 6 o'clock okay? We can then drive straight to the garden before it gets dark, and the sun disappears.'

'6 o'clock is fine, but then I want to go home because I'm tired.' Meena responded...

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They chatted while riding to Jalal’s home.
Meena asked if he lives alone in his house.

He replied, "Practically yes, a married couple lives with me who are around 50. They are my employees. He also works for me in the company but mainly takes care of the house with his wife. I am a very lazy person, he takes care of the garden and shopping, and she takes care of cooking, washing and cleaning, actually she is my housekeeper."

"Do they live there in your house?" Meena asked.

"Yes and no, they don't live in the main house but in a smaller house next door, so practically I live alone." He replied.

"So, then you are a real aristocrat, you want to say, is that right?" Meena asked and laughed.

"No, no, I am just a lazy old man," he laughed and responded.

"Do not repeat and emphasize that you are an old man, I think we are always the same age as our inside. I heard somewhere that 'Getting old is like climbing a mountain, you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!'. I mean you are so old that you fell in your heart and… and… at this moment you are so old how I feel it about you and that is not that you are old..."

"is your family just your son from whom you spoke?" Meena asked.

"Yes but today is a friend of mine at my house, after dinner he leaves. He ist like brother for me. He is my childhood friend, Tahir, who is 5 or 6 years younger than me. He is also my ranch neighbour and lives in his ranch. He also looks after my son, who lives in my ranch. We are as close relatives."

"Do you think you will have time for a 2–3-days trip in the near future? Jalal asked. “I would like to invite you to my ranch and house outside of town."

Meena asked, "you mean me and Nadir?"

Jalal replied, "Can you come to me alone? To be honest, I would definitely only do it with you alone, but I meant you and Doki, I know that there is no other option, not yet, and by the way, the main thing is that you are there…" he said and laughed.

"What do you mean when you say 'not yet'? You never give up dreaming?" Meena giggled.

"In relation to you, never, until I die. By the way, I am used to imagining my goals first and dreaming about them, so I managed to achieve them and make them a reality, I am a visionary..." Jalal argued.

Meena interrupted him, "Okay, okay, don’t’ dream yet… I will see if we can find time, we don't have anything planned for the week with a Monday holiday, maybe we can manage then... In any case, thank you for the invitation,"
Jalal’s house was a very huge building, actually a small palace, Meena thought, ‘A palace with a dream garden!’.

The house had a very large open front courtyard with a pond in the middle of it, and a large backyard.
There stood a newly built but smaller building, and a very beautiful flower garden. Not an ordinary garden, but a lush, exotic outdoor oasis of pleasure where you could go trough for hours, Meena thought. An accomplished gardener, an extraordinary paradise with lush grass, exotic plants and trees, and even a gentle babbling brook, complete with a waterfall.
Tahir was in garden as they arrived. He was shorter than Jala and somewhat heavy in the middle. He had a great head of curly hair and his face were round and brownish from the sun.
They greeted, Jalal introduced Meena to him, and they shaked hands.
Jalal told Meena they have to talk about ranch and she can walk and observe the garden.
While Meena was walking in the rose garden, the men sat on a garden bench and started talking. Meena has often noticed that the two are watching her and it seems that they are also talking about her and grinning.
Later while dinner, Jalal was already thinking about how to be as intimate with her as possible.
He had to take advantage of the days when her Nadir was not in town.
He knew that if he wanted Meena to be a little more relaxed and soft, he would have to get her to drink some alcohol. He had already noticed that at the first dance evening with Nadir, she was much more relaxed.
And he had a very good white wine brought from his wine cellar.
Shortly after dinner in the dining room they chatted more. And later in the library the housekeeper brought a tray of wine and other drinks. She was a very polite and nice looking woman of about fifty.
They talked about the house and Meena asked Jalal if he had bought it or they belonged to his family.
Jalal spoke about his family and emphasized that the house is about two hundred years old and his great-grandfather, a successful and wealthy businessman bought it about 120 years ago. His grandmother planted the garden and his father inherited it from his grandfather.
They drank wine and continued chatting a while about her work, about Nadir and how they met Jalal.
Tahir and Jalal spoke about their parents and their childhood in the country and on the ranch.

Tahir said, "I am very close to Jalal, we did and still do almost everything together and know everything about each other, and we share almost everything since our childhood..." and he laughed.

As Tahir wanted to leave, he told them, "I wish you pleasant rest of the evening," then he looked in Meena's eyes and smiled and said, "enjoy you both this warm summer night. I hope to see you, young lady, soon in the country. I heard Jalal invited you to ranch next week, I’ll be surely there too to enjoy being there with you and maybe being able to serve."

Meena got the impression that Jalal had talked to Tahir about her and possibly about his interest in her and God knows what else.
Maybe he also showed him the pictures? She asked herself.
She felt her face suddenly blush and was for a moment ashamed that she had thought about this topic.
After Tahir left, they sat, and Meena asked Jalal about Tahir’s life and family.
He answered that Tahir wanted never to have a family.

"He is not a family person. I am different. I would like to have a family or have one again. He lives alone in the country with his animals and trees and forest, since I met him, it means always. He has and loves a somewhat wild way of life and freedom is the most important thing for him. For him, the relationships are only temporary and physical and have no sentimental meaning. Exactly the opposite of me. I want to get closer emotionally and I think being in love is very
important.“

Meena changed the topic, and they spoke again about the garden.
"I love your garden and I love die roses," Meena explained.

"Perhaps because you are a part of them," Jalal said and smiled.

"I love the garden in general, I loved being in the midst of all the growing things, I wish the whole world was one huge garden," she added.

Jalal looked at her and said, "my roses need always some definite attention, so I gave it them… I carefully water them, clear out the squash leaves that were start to get diseased," then he looked at Meena and noticed she is looking deeply at him.

In Jalal’s imagination, at this moment, even as a married woman of somebody else Meena was a virgin in the purest sense of the word, in every element of her being, and he dared not change that roughly, She deserved the most tender handling. Is this love? he thought and tried to answer…

Then he just told, “Now, I love my flowers..."

"Beautiful, just beautiful your flowers, all of them and your garden," Meena said.

"My paradise," Jalal replied smiling, as he watches Meena’s enthusiasm.

"I call it the Garden of Love and Delight." He added, "But at this time and after I met you, in my world, there is a being that is more beautiful than my garden, that is you, Meena. I was able to swap it with Doki, my garden for his Meena."

"How much wine did you drink, Jalal, you must be completely drunk if you want to do business... that would be a loss-making business," and giggled.

"I know that I am not taking any risks, I know my way around. You are not just beautiful Meena, you are sweet, kind, loving, caring and sometimes very funny. You are everything I could ever want in a woman, you are fun to be around and I loved every moment I spend with you. I was born perhaps twenty-five years too soon to be your age class, and may be fifteen years too late to discover you as a free and single woman, Meena, but I am happy to have you, now, as a friend." Jalal said quietly while looking deep in her eyes.

"Do you think Doki will do this deal with me?" He said smiling and then winked.

“But anytime from now until I’m alive, I'll be happy and content if I can be more to you than just a friend. And I will sacrifice a lot for you if it has to be, material things mean nothing to me and I have enough for many... Doki can even have his own hospital if he gives me what I want, you…"

There was a call for Jalal on his phone.
As Jalal left the room to answer the call, Meena stood up and walked to the bookshelves and started reading the book titles and looking more closely at the family photos on the wall next to them. When Jalal came back, he saw that Meena was standing with her back to the door. Tonight, she was wearing slightly tight jeans with a light-yellow silk blouse with a pair of her black 5 cm heel pump sandals. The combination of the shoes, tight jeans and her round ass marked for a really hot look. To make it even hotter she stood slightly bent over to read some book titles in the lower part of the book shelves. 
Jalal stopped briefly in the middle of the room, Meena was still busy reading.
His gaze followed her well-shaped body from above down to her beautiful back and round buttocks in her white good fitting stretch capri-leggings.
He could see even her slips-line under her pants. Jalal thought about and imagined the pictures from the previous evening.
Her incredibly sexy body and her curves, and continued to look hungrily at her butts, so close and so hot.
Then he came up behind her.
She felt his presence behind her, stood up and wanted to turn to him. But before she does that, she felt how he stood closely behind her and put and without hesitation his hand on her clothed ass.
She was wearing dark cotton pants and silk blouse.

"Ohh…Meena,.."he whispered close to her ear.

Then he quickly moved his hand down over the curve of her ass and in between her legs.
He started rubbing her pussy through her pants. He was rubbing softly but firmly.
Jalal thought she would push his hand away immediately but she didn't.
Meena was for a moment petrified then she felt how her legs buckled. She placed a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself.

"Ummph," she mumbled faintly, Jalal heard.

Jalal could hear her breathing as her eyes closed and she swayed back.
It felt like it was happening in slow motion.

"Oh my…" she exhaled and whimpered faintly.

Jalal could actually feel her push herself into his hand. He could feel his hand reach the front of her crotch and then back again.
The tight material enabled him to feel her sex.
He was touching Meena's genitals.
Through clothes but he was touching Meena's pussy.

"Jalal we can't. I can not to do this…" Meena said whispering and with shaking voice, but at the same time leaned her head back and rubbed her cheek against his.

"This is so wrong. We have to stop." Then she gazed over her shoulder and looked at him, with half-closed eyes.
Meena's eyes seemed to plead with him.

Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.
Jalal didn ‘t reply but kept rubbing her pussy through her legs as he raised his left hand and brought it up to her breast.
He cupped her left breast and then moved it over to her right tit.
Feeling her hardening nipple in his hand through her silk shirt and then back to her right breast giving special attention to her hard nipple.
Meena, was now breathing deeply and gasping with a slight moan as he rubbed her nipple.
Their bodies were rubbing against each other and Jalal pushed his hardening long cock against her left ass cheek as his hand searched for her clit hidden beneath her clothes.
He must have found it.

"Aahhh Jalal…" Meena moaned his name softly for the first time without trying to stop him.
But after a short pause, "ahhhh ahhh, Jalal we can't."

Jalal reached down and stroked Meena's clit more urgently. He continued to move his hand back forth over her jean ‘s covered pussy.

"Ahh stop ahh you have to stop." and she started to try to move away from him, "Oh!!" she yelped.

Meena looked back again, over her shoulder at him with terror-filled eyes.
Her mouth opened and she exhaled. Jala felt she was close to cumming.

Suddenly Meena‘s hands grasped the book shelter and she screamed, "Ohh no, ohh, no, I can’t, we can’t…" and simultaneously she pushed her pussy against Jalal‘s hand as he stroked the area he thought her clit would be, "h'uhhh, oooohooo God, Jalal!" Meena whined.

She continued to push her pussy against his hand which was rubbing her and she thrusted her breast into his other hand.
Jala pushed his cock as hard as he could against her butt with a slight motion of up and down her ass.

"I'm cumming, ohhh, we can't do this, no noonono," she gasped, then she pushed her mound hard against his hand once more and then stopped her pressure, humping of his hand, as he continued to stroke her pussy.
Meena rubbed her cheek against him and Jalal kissed her softly on her cheek. She looked back again at him with those hazy eyes.
"Huh'oh yesss, ohhh, yessss... Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" With that she pulled herself up and began shaking.The crotch of her pants had soaked from her wetness when she came.

Jalal leaned into Meena‘s ear and said, "I wanted to have you so bad," and gave her a last stroke of her pussy and grope of both her tits and nipples and then let her go stepping away from her.

Meena let go of the book shelf and turned to him speechless. Her nipples were hard pointing out through her shirt.
Jalal looked at Meena as she coming down from her orgasm.
Then, she sluggish on shaky legs went and sat on the couch.

Jala sat next to her and asked, "excuse me Meena, I couldn’t restrained myself, I had to do it, would you like something to drink?"

"Yes please just water, thank you. But then I really have to leave."
After drinking Meena looked at her watch and said, "It's too late, I have to go home now, first, I need sleep and energy for work in the morning, and even more importantly, Nadir could call at any moment and if I'm not at home then he'll have bad thoughts. She looked with sad eyes at him and said, "Can you bring me home? Please…"

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During the trip, Meena had a very bad conscience mixed with a feeling of shame. But she felt that something had come alive and is still alive in the pit of her belly. In the midst of her guilt and rejection, all time in the library while he touched her so intimate, she had a feel a kernel of passion and heat…

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The next day, Wednesday I didn't have much time to think about home or call Meena until late evening.
When I reached her, it was already around 10 pm and she was in the pre-bedtime phase.
We talked very short because she was very tired.
We talked short about my activities.
Meena talked about work and that she had a lot to do and is very tired.
I asked if she was happy with the swimming pool and she said yes, very much. By the way, she added, today Jalal picked her up from work because she was interested in his rose garden, then they went to his house, and she hat dinner there.
He has a very beautiful house and garden with staff.
His best friend was also present, and she got to know him too.
All the time, I had the feeling that her voice was a little depressed.
I asked her if everything okay is. Her answer was, yes sure. I thought maybe she was too tired, and I should leave her alone soon so, she could rest. I told her that I love her and miss her, and she wished me a pleasant and successful rest days of congress and we ended the conversation...

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The purpose was obvious at this point.
But the thing that surprised Meena the most was not that the old Noori,
although he promised to be good, was making a pass at her again, but that she actually was sexually responding to it!
Their hands were becoming warmly moist.
Sweat began to form on Meena's upper lip and in her hot cleavage.
The movie and also the loving pair had definitely lost her attention. It could have been a blank screen for all she cared at this point.
Old man, Jalal was beginning to proactively rub the back of her hand into his every second more rigid becoming cock!
Now was the time when Meena had to either cross the line or remove her hand and pretend nothing had happened.
This was going in a direction that she didn’t want, in the area above the red line that she had in mind, and that in the back of a darkened movie theatre!
Her nipples were hardening, her skin was literally tingling.
There was no turning back!
Jalal Norri was very active in area beyond the red line, he showed this yesterday!
And now again was initiating a sexual foreplay between them. But despite these thoughts and reaching the red alert in her mind, Meena started stroking the back of her hand into Jalal's heating crotch.
She crossed the red line into mutual seduction.
Jalal reacted by slightly spreading his legs in the dark.
Meena pressed and rubbed the back of her hand into his lap and directly to his now very erect cock, not knowing where this would lead, but knowing she wanted it to lead not too far!
Meena knew at the moment she wanted this to do.
Her hormones and a lot of alcohol in her head, wanted this.
And of course it was obvious that Jalal wanted it with her well beyond the limits she has set for herself!
The old man switched hands, taking Meena's right hand with her own right hand to continue the lap-action.
However, he moved his left arm smoothly over Meena's head and dbangd it around her shoulders, placing his left hand on the young woman's shoulder.
As Jalal began to caress Meena's upper arm, he simultaneously pulled young wife’s closer to him and tilted her head over to rest on his shoulder, next to his face. Her good smelling hair touched his cheeks, as Meena slightly rested her head next to Jalal's. All while her hand rubbed on and around in the lap and the starchy rod of the old man.
Her smooth, soft cheek touched his good shaved but ticklish cheek of him, throwing off more sparks between them. It was one thing when hands touched, but another when faces did; and then Jalal began to move his cheek lovingly
over Meena's.
They could have been two lovers, although not matching ages, out on a date getting romantic sitting in the dark at the movies--which is exactly what this was becoming!
With this sudden change in body position, Meena was feeling her cunt leaking juice down the sides of her hot pussy.
The special perfume scent from Jalal, the heat emanating from her own cunt- And his tissue covered dick, and the caressing of their cheeks together was a combination that was making Meena's skin crawl with lust.
That was the only word to describe it. Sheer, unadulterated lust!
They were probably about a third through the second part of movie as they had been petting in the back of the theatre.
Meena could feel Jalal's long fingers caressing both her shoulder and the side of her left breast.
The thin silk of her blouse held nothing back.
Her large nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt were leaking juice from behind the slips.
She could hear Jalal begin to breath heavier as the hand in his lap was working its sexual magic.
Then the two began going to the next level of seduction between them.
As their cheeks were caressing, Jalal turned his face one time more inward toward Meena's and lightly kissed her on the very corner of her deep-red mouth.
He did this with the next three cheek-caresses, turning his lips inward and lightly kissing the corner of Meena's mouth.
This was a message.
Jalal was almost certain that he had her where he wanted her... He was convinced that tonight, the goal could be achieved if he hadn't made any mistakes.
Meena could soon give herself to him and become his woman, not just emotionally, completely... Emotionally and physically, how he had wished and planned...
Her heavenly body would open up to him and let him occupy her, today and tomorrow and...
If Meena wanted to kiss Jalal, she could easily turn her face in return.
If not, and this was all that her loyal side wished to take it with, from this dark back of the theatre, from her old companion, then no further movement was necessary.
But it would only be a small break for a moment, the night was yet young!
This was also the place to bring it to the next level if Meena wanted it.
And yes, Meena wanted it!
She had never kissed a man with passion before, in the cinema, at least not for many, many years.
In the past, as young lovers with Nadir, before they were married, perhaps a few Times they were in the movie theatre, feeling, touching and kissing each other.
But that was all forgotten now and belonged to the past.
Now, with Jalal, but there was no going back on this.
This was happening so fast that she had no ability to even question her instincts, momentary horniness and will of her body.
The fourth time Jalal went to turn her lips in to kiss Meena, the young married wife turned to meet the old man's mouth, too. Their very full lips pressed softly together.
No tongue, still closed, they shared their full mouth-on-mouth kiss very softly and passionately.
At first tentatively, then with more confidence and urgency.
Jalal thought, he had never kissed anyone with lips so soft and pliant, not even as a teenager with is very young girlfriend.
He could feel the stickiness of Meena's lipstick and as they broke this first kiss, their lower lips stuck briefly together.
Their lips came apart the first time, then re-joined, still closed. The two, lovers for this evening, pressed those lips upon each other, increasing the pressure steadily until they were mashed to each other.
After a full half minute of lip-pressing, they broke the kiss again.
But this time, for the first time, they made eye contact with each other.
Even in the dark of the movie theatre, as the film flickered on the screen, Jalal could see Meena's face.
But for the first time, there was a look of unbridled lust in the sexy married young Meena's expression!
Raw, unbridled lust--and not a smile, but the corner of the woman's beautiful mouth turning up in almost a leer of sheer sexual devouring!
Meena suddenly knew that, regardless of what just happened physically between them, and the new sexual attraction she felt toward this old man, Jalal was engulfed in a passion for her that had to be quenched!
Whether she wanted it or not, the big-old Jalal, was about to pounce on his prey!
And to top it off, as Jalal continued to caress Meena's silk-covered shoulder, the old man, actually ran his long, thick tongue over her upper and lower lips... slowly, wetly.
Jalal was almost salivating over her new female sex-object, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come! Briefly gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, they exchanged the final agreement--it was okay to go further. Then
almost simultaneously, they each averted their eyes down to each other's lips.
Meena’s burgundy and deep red lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips now, Not too much, but just enough to leave a residue of their first kisses.
If an usher had shined his flashlight on them at that moment, it would be obvious these two lovers were at the beginnings of a deep make-out session in the back of the theatre...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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[Demeter]

Jalal is unable to resist the seductive effect Meena has on him and loses control ...

[Demeter]

But no one would shine that light.
They were in the back, in the dark, with no one around them, and they would be free to go back to their embrace.
And after a few moments of gazing at each other's lips, a mutual sigh was shared, and Meena and Jalal's faces came together once again.
This time was different, though. The passion began to flow carefree.
Once their lips came together, Jalal's was the first to open, his thick, warm tongue emerging from between his teeth.
Meena felt his tongue slide wetly along her painted lips, prying them open to allow access to her teeth.
Jalal's tongue swabbed the white, slick teeth, down to young wife's gums, around and inside her right cheek, then up under her upper lip to caress the teeth and gums again.
Their saliva began to intermingle and leak from the corner of Meena's mouth.
Almost as a reflex, Jalal moved his right hand from Meena's hand in his lap up to the young woman‘s left breast.
As Meena's open hand continued to rub at the covered hard boner, Jalal cupped the full globe and massaged, both around the breast and the taught, thick nipples through the frilly silk blouse and skimpy lace bra.
Meena's nipples had long since become rock-hard with passion, and it made feeling them through the material so much easier. It even made it an easy target for Jalal to rub them lightly to further stimulate them.
In reaction to the sudden fondling of her tit, Meena's mouth opened to sigh.
However, it was still glued to his mouth!
The Meena's teeth parted, and Jalal's tongue slid in like a thick serpent, searching for his companion's matching tongue.
There was no going back now.
Meena sighed into Jalal's mouth and shot her own tongue out to wrestle with the Old man ‘s mouth muscle.
Instinctively, Meena's left hand slid up to the back of Jalal's head, her fingers digging into the bald head, bringing the big old man's face even closer to her own. Her fingers caressed the man's hairless scalp, then moulded to the back
of his neck, her thumb gently caressing Jalal's strong cheek.
Jalal responded with increased emotion.
The level of lust between the two lovers was rising dramatically.
But they both knew they had to keep their actions as quiet as possible so as not to attract attention in this public place.
It was a good thing the soundtrack of the movie was loud enough to drown out their little whimperings, sighs and the heavy breathing now coming from their noses as his strong lips sealed to her feminine lips.
The old man Jalal broke the mouth-kiss suddenly and began kissing the hollow of the Meena‘s neck, brushing the hair away with his face.
He licked, nipped at the soft skin, feeling the goose bumps rise on the surface. Her move was having the desired effect on her.
Jalal breathed in Meena's perfume, now combined with a slight odor of sweat.
He moved his mouth up to Meena's ear and breathed hotly into it, nipping lightly on the woman's earlobe.
Meena had to suppress the urge to groan, she was particularly stimulated by these love-bites and the hot, moist breath from him.

Then Jalal whispered the words into Meena's warm ear,
"I want you, Meena...I've wanted you since I first saw you…you're so hot... I've wanted to kiss you all time, always wanted to touch you...you are so sexy and I want to be your man, baby and I know you want me baby, oh baby, mmmmh."

With that, Jalal took one final lick at Meena's ear and withdrew her face, looking into her moist eyes.
Meena gazed deeply into Jalal's.
She knew it was mutual but wrong, knew it was the beginning of a passionate affair they must have. And it all was starting now in the back of a movie theatre.
Jalal moved her hand to cup Meena's chin, caress her lower lip with his thumb, shifting his eyes to Meena’s perfect and feminine lips and mouth.
He slowly drew Meena's face closer, their lips almost touching, mouths slightly contorted in a quivering sneer of passion.
Almost touching. So close. They could smell of each other's breath, coming in rasps of passion, sharing the intimate warmth washing over their faces. Meena‘s lips parted slightly, sensing the electricity of the his mouth near hers.
Finally, as Jalal continued to draw her face near, his tongue contacted those sweet lips again.
There was a feeling of passionate, intimate romance between them making out in the dark theatre.
As they kissed, Jalal ran her hand from Meena’s face to the back of her head, then caressingly along her arm, down to her lap and finally on her thigh.
Reflexively, Meena's thighs parted.
Their lips continued to undulate against one another, cheeks bulging with the slick tongue-play inside.
But there was something more that Jalal wanted to taste.
He slid her hand under the skirt, running it splayed along Meena‘s thighs.
Jalal could feel the cunt heat that had trickled between her legs. He scratched the inside of Meena's thigh with his fingernails.
Finally, his hand reached the apex of the young wife’s legs close to her panties covered smoothly shaved cunt.
As they continued their lip-lock, and Meena further was stimulated, Jalal ran her fingers along the front of her panties.
It was drenched with cunt fluid, the material almost drawn in between the labia.
All of the sex-play between them had caused her cunt to become engorged, and wet.
Jalal could now feel the intimate results of their mutual manipulations.
He curled her fingers behind the slick material, wanted to move it aside and slide fingers into the entrance of the swollen cunt-folds.
This was too much for Meena, even in that state.
Even so extreme excited and under alcohol effect.

She reacted quickly and held Jalal's active hand tightly with her right hand and whispered in his ear, "No... no... not yet... please not Jalal, it's too much, we can't go that far..."

Jalal kissed her lips briefly and said, "Okay Meena, as you wish..." then he pulled his hand back and grabbed Meena's right hand and placed it back on his covered cock again and then went back and tried his activity over her panties one time more.

Meena immediately started caressing his hard rod again and whispered, "Thank you Jalal, later, may be..."

As Jalal's hand landed on her pussy again, he could clearly feel the moisture on her panties.
When he started to stroke her again and especially to work on her clit, this abrupt stimulation caused Meena’s cunt muscles spasmodically contracted.
She moaned directly into Jalal's mouth and her own hands jerked suddenly.
This was too much in public!
She was rapidly approaching orgasm asthe old Jalal Noori was playing with her in the back of the movie theatre.
She was afraid she'd lose control and cry out when she came!
While her mind was rapidly becoming enveloped with sheer pleasure, a small window of caution opened.
As the window opened, Meena knew this had to stop before she orgasmed, she was very vocal when that happened, and she was now very stimulated, so, this could mean causing noise above the soundtrack so others could hear!

"No! Not here!" She whispered hoarsely into Jalal's mouth.
She grabbed his arm and pulled to get his hand away from her cunt. "Please, I'll be too loud, Jalal!" She tried to keep the sound of her voice nestled between their very close mouths.

"But baby...I want to bring you off... mmmmmh... I love to see it… see you like yesterday!" Jalal frowned; he sounded a bit frustrated.

"I know, Jalal, but not here and today. I want you too, but not here..." She already could feel the pain of the interrupted near-orgasm and wiggled in her seat.

"Mmmmmh..." Jalal brought his hand to his nose and inhaled the smell of Meena's pussy juices, then sucked and licked his finger.

He could taste the most intimate of flavours that Meena had to offer.
Then he offered the fingers, slick with his saliva to her nose, "you can smell your own aroma, baby"

Meena couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but her sexual frustration was pushing her. She hesitated, smiled then took the two fingers, smelled them and then licked them completely clean.
Then she kissed his hand softly.
Meanwhile her right hand was busy to stroke his very hard penis.
Jalal stared down at her hand in the way she had stared at the bulge beneath the material of his pants.
He was so tempted to move her hand into his pants to directly to his erect prick, but he didn't dare.
He continued to replay everything that had just happened over again in his mind.
Only, with his horniness in control of his thoughts, unable to think straight, his mind was consumed by all that he was seeing and feeling of her, so close to him.
He put his hand on her thighs again and started to lovingly stroke her tender skin.
Meena in the middle of the heat in the air, in her thoughts and her body under Jalal's actions, while feeling rising lust and desire for more in her carnal sensations and her extreme female desires to be possessed by a male, suddenly had a brief picture in front of her eyes and the question, where is this leading, here and now?
This should end immediately, back to the line as far as she can manage, This madness must not continue, at least not tonight, enough has already happened...
Meena thought that she should do something, she should take the situation into her own hands and control the occurrences...
It didn’t take long until Jalal suddenly realized that while he was stroking Meena‘s naked upper thigh skin, she started to slowly find his zipper and pull it down.
Meena didn't turn her face in his direction at all. She was looking forward in the screen direction.
It didn't take much time for her to slowly pull out his long, hard rod from his underwear.
Jalal couldn't believe his cock was exposed to her.
Meena now for the first time looked down and just watched it, his long, thick, hart cock.
Jalal couldn't believe she was staring at his naked prick.
Shortly after, he saw that she moved briefly, unintentionally, first her tongueover her lips and then lightly bit her lower lip. While he was staring at her beautiful face, he couldn't believe that her hand was wrapped his naked erection in the way that he couldn't wait to caress her naked cunt.
While Meena continued staring at his erect prick, he continued staring alternatively at her hand and then at her flushed face, and her lips.
Then with her small, soft hands, Meena grasped his cock and began to caress it tenderly.
After a short time, the caresses changed to a slowly developing up and down stroking.

Meena was in another world too, "Oh, my," she said, "You have such a big, hard cock, Jalal. Your prick is much bigger and harder..." She whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

Jalal couldn’t reply but to say, "Ohhh…baby, for you… Just for you…"

While she fingered the head of his cock, he moved his hand a little higher on her right thigh.
While she had her wicked, sexual way with his engorged prick, he had his wicked sexual way with her tender skin under her skirt up to her panties.
After some minutes, while she stroked his cock, he automatically groped her pussy over her panties, again.
Touching it, caressing it, he acted as if he had never felt a woman's sexual organ before.

"Does this feel good, Jalal?" Meena whispered while sexually teasing him and continuing to work with her hand by stroking him faster.
"May I stroke you faster? May I stroke you harder?" she added.

All he could was a nod of his head before his ability to speak again returned.
"Yes, God, yes," he said. "That feels incredible, Meena. Yes, of course, you may stroke me faster and you may stroke me harder."

She stared at his naked penis while he stared at her hand.
He looked up at her flushed face and then at her trembling body.
Meena held his excited penis in her hand, and it gave her a feeling of dominance over him. She was now in charge. With a grin, she curled the slender fingers of her hand around the hot flesh of his very hard penis.
While Meena was masturbating him, she could hear his breathing getting short and his large penis getting harder and hotter.
She thought she had the old Jalal at the very edge of his climax.

While stroking him she drew her mouth to his ear and this time she did not ask, she told him. "Cum for me Jalal, cum in my hand, cum for Meena."

He was at his most vulnerable moment as he surrendered to her saying, "Yes, oh…yes...".

Meena felt his prick surge in her hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tighten reflexively against the seat.
He arched back and let out a deep-throated groan as she increased the pressure. His buttocks involuntarily were contracting.
Meena deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him wince.
She was delighted when she saw the old man's shoulders begin to heave; soon she had him openly panting.
A tiny whimper escaped his tight lips.
Still holding onto his prick, she leaned up against him and licked his cheek and then his lips.
Jalal was squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips.
His moan deepened into a helpless groan at the exquisite feelings of the young woman's merciless manipulation of his manhood.
The old Jalal Noori was now a prisoner to the firm grip of those soft fingers of this beautiful married woman, closing on the shaft of his long, hard penis, unable to escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as Meena casually stimulated him to a high point of extasy.

"Keep going," she hissed, her lips close to his ear.

Her hand tightened on him, moved steadily now, pumping up and down with grim determination in slow even strokes.
Jalal was Meena’s captive now, he whimpered, wiggled, unable to keep still.
He shifted from side to side, danced in place; his body teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive prick.
Suddenly, his rigid body arched back, his stiff, large, vigorous cock thrusting into the Meena's clenched small hand as though it were seeking even more of that delicious tormenting pleasure.
Meena felt his prick pulsating in her hand, knowing he was about to cum. She chose that moment to squeeze.
His eyes were clamped shut; his jaw clenched as the unstoppable rise of cum.
Jalal ‘s strong, and big body shook with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of that determined hand, he came. His captive prick exploded in that tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum into the air to splatter down the clenching hand, on his pants and on her blackskirt and her blouse, all was now tainted with his seed.
Jalal moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. She studied his flushed face.
His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out.
Meena inspected the sticky sperm that coated her hand and beyond it, and was dripping between her fingers like a sticky spider web.
Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she smiled up at him. Then her left hand reached on the next seat into her bag with her left hand and took out a pack of tissues and gave it to Jalal.
He took out some tissues and quickly tried to clean her hand and her clothes, then his own pants.
Now truly wishing they would leave, but not wanting to insult Jalal, Meena thought quickly about the end of the movie that in some minutes arrived.
She could wait at least those minutes.
It didn't even take a minute for Jalal to regain his normal breathing rhythm.

"Thanks babe, that was incredible!" Jalal whispered earnestly. "Do you want me to do… I mean to do something for you, now?" He asked hopefully, sitting forward and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

Meena quickly replied, "not...not...please no…another time...I promise..."

"Okay... I just want to feel you, please...please..." he pleaded and grabbed Meena's thigh again and immediately went back up over her panties and pussy.

He could sense the moisture on her panties again.
She was now so confused and excited and the electric anticipation overcame her initial awkwardness.
She gave herself to Jalal.
She could feel tingles in her pussy again.
Jalal stroked her pussy with more attention to her clit which was now very sensitive and swollen.
This stimulation caused Meena's genital muscles to contract abruptly.
Jalal could feel the heat and sudden movements of her flesh.
Meena tensed, not expecting such an intimate play for close to her cunt. Especially not here in public, where anyone could just turn around and spot the two locked in tight embrace.
She didn't want to run away for fear of raising suspicions, but she would not be able to keep this up for much longer.
The heat in her pussy was distracting.
She was sure she was too moist. This is so forbidden, she thought, but it only served to heighten her arousal. Intoxicated by those feelings, she was not thinking straight.
Once again she became lost in the sensation of his hand on her skin close her covered damp pussy and she thought just through those touches on her skin, if he keep this up, she was truly in danger of climaxing.
In a momentary lapse of judgment, at least, as Meena told herself that later, in her car, she remained seated on her chair and then while biting her lower lip and, inexplicably, she allowed myself to cum.
Not with any vigor, but quietly, letting the buzz creep from her clit, along her thighs and up her torso.
It was shattering.
She struggled to keep her breathing even and clenched her hands into fists while she orgasmed.
Meena couldn't immediately detect if Jalal knew what had just occurred. Not knowing what to do next, she looked around and finally in Jalal's direction. Only then did she notice that Jalal had stopped petting her and was now waiting to see what her reaction was. Possibly a just a bit longer and stronger, and then she could make her guilt ridden escape, but that was not to be.
Since she didn't want him to notice, Meena didn't look at him but straight ahead and tried to breathe normally.

* * *

The film ended in some minutes and Meena quickly got up and said, "Jalal, we have to leave, it is too late-"

They didn't talk much on the way to the parking garage. standing by her car, Jalal said, "Are you sure you want to go home? We can go to my place and..."

"Please Jalal, don't get me wrong but I don’t want Jalal, not more for today…" Meena was, suddenly fearful that he was expecting her to have a full sexual encounter with him, and added, "apart from this Nadir will call and I have to be home."

"That's okay Meena, I was just hoping we could spend a nice time at my place, right now." he replied, "I know, I like Doki and I don’t want you to feel guilty, but I can’t resist my weakness for you, Meena. I hope we have time for us later…"

She couldn’t imagine what Jalal was thinking and couldn't believe him either.
Was he expecting her to have real sex with him? a repeat performance?
Tonight?
Didn't he know what happened just previously? Didn’t he notice that they made a mistake in a public place? That Meena made a big mistake as a married woman? She thought.
Meena replied, "Yes, but it has to be done. I am sorry. But we will definitely have time for each other. Thank you for the lovely evening, delicious wine and dinner and the movie, it was very nice."
"My pleasure, Meena, I enjoyed it as you may have noticed and I hope, let's say
I believe, as I noticed, you did it too.", jalal smiled and leaned to kiss her lips.
Meena didn't pull away this time and let him do it quickly.

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So many conflicting feelings overtook Meena, chief amongst them, she had a sexual climax with him, with Jalal Noori!
That big man, that stranger whom she knew just for some days.
She orgasmed for Jalal, actually a strange old man, in her husband’s, Nadir’s absence.
How would she ever face Nadir, again?
Would she feel guilty and be unable to speak to him?
Meena didn't want to damage their relationship, marriage and love, not even for a second.
He could not understand this, and he would be angry at her, and perhaps even move out.
Under no circumstances should she inform him about this.
Meena drove home in terrible misery...

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Demeter

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[Demeter]

Nadir's Narration

After my coming back from my medical meeting abroad, right at the airport a word concerned me… a simple word: ‘relieved‘!

On Friday afternoon Meena took me from airport at 6pm.

"Oh Nadir, I love you... I'm so relieved that you're back," she said as she kissed me for the third time after my arrival.

‘She is so nice to me today, has she discovered new feelings of love for me?‘ I thought, and then ‘relieved?' Why relieved?...
I would have expected the word ‘happy‘, like I'm so happy that you’re back but ‘relieved‘?!
What was going on here?
My logical reaction to this explanation was to ask her immediately. I asked if there had been any problems?

She answered immediately but with a certain reserve and even confusion, "no, no… Everything okay".

* * *

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

* * *

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

* * *

I slid into bed next to her.
I leaned over to kiss her. I tried for the lips but she moved her head slightly so I planted a kiss on the side of her face.
She smiled absent mindedly at me.
She glanced over at me as if surprised that I'd noticed what she was reading.
She held the magazine out to me. It was 'Country Travel' with the pages turned to, 'The best beaches you've never heard of.'
One of them which she showed me, was in our region.
Not more than a few hours to ride.

"Wow, that is beautiful. What about it, would you like to go there the next weekend, we have a long weekend because of holiday? "

Meena looked at me as if surprised, "That's, sweet, Nadir...but...I had meant to talk to you. I promised Jalal that we would go to his ranch this weekend. He will be very disappointed if we don't,"

"When did this come up? I hadn't heard a word about it." I said irritated.

She looked into my eyes and then away with an expression I couldn't place, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. He asked me when we met at his place, in his garden. I'd meant to mention it, but I kept forgetting. Sorry. I didn't think we had any firm plans. You're always working. And we haven't gone anywhere exotic in a long time."

"And you made him a firm promise? What if I have to or would have to work?" my voice was insulted.

"I know, but he insisted…" Meena answered while trying to avoid my gaze.

I interrupted her, "Then you can go with him alone if you want, I can't promise yet."

She dropped the magazine to her hip, then rolled a little so one big luscious breast bulged out against her robe and said, "I'm sorry Nadir, I pretty much already told him we would take the holidays. But, look, we can take another weekend off and go to the coast I promise I'll leave time so we can g as you wish and when you wish..."

Then she finished patting me on the hand and then picked the magazine back up before it sunk in.
I thought about our sentences and ran them over and over, jumbling them up and trying to figure out about our time today and together at all.

"can I ask you something, Meena? Why today at the airport did you say that you were relieved that I was there?" I asked.

She looked back at me from the magazine with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if she'd only heard part of what I said, and asked, "What did you say?"

I didn't realize it then, but from the expression that slowly grew on her face I realized a storm cloud must have appeared on mine as I slowly, with great emphasis and the beginnings of real anger, said, "that you were relieved that
I was there. Is there or was there something going on here in these five days I don't know about?" I asked.

An expression consisting of equal parts surprise, embarrassment and what appeared to be shock appeared on her face.

"What are you talking about Nadir? You must have misunderstood what I said." she said.

"No. You said it very clearly and distinctly. 'I am relieved that you are here!' Normally in such situations always you say, 'I missed you, or I'm happy... ' but relieved? Why were you relieved..." I insisted.

She shook her head and tried to look me in the eyes, "I couldn't have said that, Nadir. That's crazy, why should I be relieved? "

"No, just weird. So where did that come from?" I asked.

"I don't – oh. I must have meant for sure I was happy... That's what I meant to say."

"Oh." I replied shortly and quietly.

I rolled it around inside my head and I knew she was lying, 'relieved,' and "happy" aren't close enough to make that kind of mistake! And she hadn't been thinking when she said it.
It had popped out without her thinking about it or apparently even realizing what she was saying.
What was Meena thinking about, I thought, glancing at her beautiful face and realizing she was still focused in with a laser-like stare on my eyes.
She was trying to read me the way I was reading her.
And then I realized with an acidic burn in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like the feeling I had about her at this moment.
I made myself laugh, although it came out as a dry chuckle.

"You're right, babe. Anybody can garble their words. I even do it once in a while. I have to admit, I am too sensitive about what you say…" I tried to make myself laugh again but all that came out was a dry cough.

She searched my eyes intently as if trying to see if I was telling the truth.
She reached over and did something that shocked and scared me a little.
She took my hand and brought it to her lips and kissed it.
Such a simple thing. But I couldn't remember the last time she had ever done it, in such situations..
Even when we were getting ready for sex it was kissing on the lips and her jerking my dick and my licking her luscious pussy until she was wet and ready.
But a simple gesture like kissing the back of my hand.... it was something new lovers did at special moments.
Otherwise, you do that when you are very emotional or when you want to emphasize something or reject someone from something.
If she had looked me in the eye then she would have known something was wrong-But she didn't.
She kept her face tightly against the back of my hand and kissed it again.

Without looking at me, she said, "I'm sorry for saying it that way, Nadir. I am so sorry that I caused you disturbing thoughts. You know I love you. I love you more now than when we married. You are my past, my present and my future. This is crazy. It was just a slip of the tongue, and it didn't mean anything, everything was and is Okay."

But I couldn't take my uncertainty and doubt hat off.
I wondered why she wouldn't look at me when she professed her undying love.
And I found myself listening to and weighing her words, her tone.
And I found my mind weighing her words.
And over and over, my mind went back to the same question…
Of course, a part of me kept telling me this whole train of thought was stupid.
She had just mixed up her words. Tomorrow morning things would be back to normal and in a day or two I'd laugh at my own paranoia.
I wanted to believe that, but everything felt...wrong. It was a simple mistake,
but why had she reacted the way she had?
If it was nothing, she'd simply have laughed it off, went back to her reading and teased me about taking it the wrong way. But she hadn't.
She had acted worried, disturbed and now she was acting in an unusually loving manner.
She let my hand go and put the magazine on the drawer by her side of bed.

She reached up and turned off the nightlight on her side and told me, "Turn the light off, darling."

As I reached over to my right to turn off the light on my side I saw her stand up out of the corner of my eye and I held off turning off the light.
By the time I had rolled back to her the robe had dropped and she was stepping out of her panties.
I watched her beautiful breasts, with the nipples pointing forward that always fascinated me.
But I lost focus on those hot part of her when my eyes drifted down to her pussy.
I couldn't understand what I was looking at first. I found myself looking for the light fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone. It was as smooth as baby's bottom. Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the red interior.
After a minute I realized she had shaved down there.
Gotten rid of all her public hair.
Why, and for whom, I wondered.
I had never suggested it. Not in recent years, anyway.

She looked at me, read the expression on my face, and said with a timid smile, "Do you like it? A lot of the girls at the job, especially the younger, told me this is really hot and men love it."

I just looked at her for a moment, and then I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I bet they do. Have you gotten any compliments?"

She just stared at me until what I'd said sunk in.
Now the tears appeared in her eyes. "How can you say that, Nadir. God, how can you say something that mean...when I did this for you?"

The anger that was percolating inside me was coming out and I couldn't stop it, "And just when were you going to show me your new look, baby? After you finished your magazine? Or tomorrow or next week? When was the last time you did it for me? Or asked if I like it?"
I pretended to think.
"Oh, yeah. Never. So, what's different about tonight. Oh, and how long ago did you shave it?"

She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling down like ripe fruits. She knew that almost made me hard as a rock. She reached out and closed her hand on my cock.
It was already rigid, and I couldn't help release a little groan of pleasure.

"I don't want to fight, Nadir, please… I want you. Inside me. The way it used to be. I'm sorry I've let things slide. I shaved because I wanted to excite you. I wanted you to grab me and throw me down, spread my legs and fuck me the way you used to. We used to love it, remember?"

And I wanted to believe her.
I wanted to believe she had shaved herself for me. I wanted to believe that she had been planning to surprise me with incredibly hot sex out of the blue tonight.
Unfortunately, I couldn't. I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my rock hard cock. It was probably the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.
She looked at me as if I'd gone crazy, and she probably thought I had.

"Babe, I really don't know what's going through your mind right now. I don't even know if I know you anymore.
One thing I do know. There was no way in hell you were planning on having hot sex with me tonight, baby." I looked at her curiously. 

She wasn't crying, just looked stunned.

I turned around and said, "I don't feel like it today, just like you felt an hour ago, now we'd better go to sleep and see what happens tomorrow."

* * *

Saturday when I woke up first, I looked at the wall clock, 7:30 am, it was still too early for a weekend day, I was curled up behind her, pulling her close with one arm while my leg was dbangd over her.
A ray of sunshine knifed through the blinds directly onto my eyelids, disturbing my sleep and waking me to greet the day.
I nuzzled the back of her head, letting her hair tickle my nose as I breathed her in.
Meena moaned softly and wiggled against me, making me smile. Not wanting to disturb her, I gave her a gentle kiss on her neck before quietly slipping out of bed. She rolled over into the spot I had vacated, briefly opening one eye to look up at me.

"What's up?" Meena whispered.

At this moment our conversation and my yesterday's thoughts and questions were back in my head, "I'm awake. I think I'm going to my study; you can continue sleeping, it’s too early."

Meena smiled and said softly, "Okay, baby," she responded as she grabbed my pillow and pulled it against herself, nesting with the intent to sleep longer.

I smiled again as I leaned over and kissed her cheek before grabbing some clothes and leaving the room.
I wanted to go quickly through the recordings of my hidden cameras, There was nothing exciting or important to see in the recordings, Meena's coming and going, and telephone conversations with friends and colleagues that were often too quiet and inaudible.
I thought I had to find a way to make the recording sound stronger.
The only thing that was interesting was the first day of my trip, when Jalal visited Meena and was with her for a short time, even though she wasn't expecting him.
She met him on the ground floor in her bathrobe and as you could see in the film, they were both a bit shocked and Meena was visibly embarrassed.
And after some minutes he left.
Meena was away for a bit longer on Thursday.
She came home from work, took a shower, got dressed and then drove away.
After returning about four hours later, she went into the bedroom and strangely enough took off her beautiful clothes, her skirt and blouse that she really likes, and shoved them not in the laundry basket but under her bed!
But the third case was more interesting, it was recorded on yesterday, Friday, a few hours before my arrival, at about 11:30 am, that Meena, after showering, got dressed and left. But she didn't take her car keys, which always hang next
to the Kitchen door. That meant she drove off with someone else.
I didn’t hear that she calls a taxi.
Then she came back about three hours later and went into the bathroom again.
At first, I tried to calm myself down, maybe she went shopping, but in beautiful, elegant, sexy clothes? Why not by car? And above all, when she came back, she was carrying a small package in her hand, packed in beautiful wrapping paper, which she had put somewhere in the back of her wardrobe, before she undresses and disappears into the bathroom.
Where was she for over three hours?

***

About one hour later, I went back to the bedroom.
Meena was awake and I could hear her washing in the bathroom.

I lay down on my bed again and when she came back, I asked, "Tell me baby, how was your visit to Jalal’s Haus?"

She sat down on the bed next to me and replied, "it was quite nice with him, He has a big house with a house staff, a few of whom are employed by him. The man is Gardner and also responsible for buying, repairing and so on, his wife is for internal work, cooking, cleaning and keeping things tidy... Jalal really lives like a real lord in a small palace and garden, you have to see it, unbelievable, oh beautiful...
His friend is also older but certainly a few years younger, around mid-fifties or even younger. a nice, stocky man, a little shorter but still very tall with a beard, who looks like a lumberjack from the last century," she laughed.

Then I asked her a question that interested me the most, "And in addition to watching the garden and eating dinner, what else did you do?"

"Sitting in his library, talking," Meena answered.

"Just talking?" I asked.

"Yes, it was a long talk with him and his friend. We were three hours or even more talking, and dinking a splendid wine too, " she answered, quickly.

"Did his friend then left?" I asked.

"Yes, he left shortly after dinner, he had to ride to his country ranch," After that

Meena looked a little unsure whether she gave the right answer or whether she said something wrong.
That meant they two, Meena and that old Jalal were at least two hours alone.
After that Meena stood up and while she was going to the door she said, I'm making coffee and left the room to go to the ground floor...

***

Of course, I was wondering if she was telling the truth.
But I couldn't imagine what they had to talk about so long, it didn't seem right.
And of course I was suspicious.
I knew Meena too long not to notice her changed behaviour and mannerisms. But for the moment I was undecided…
That was obvious, Meena and Jalal had done more than have dinner and talk.
They had been together.
Two hours talking? Just two of them? I knew that Jalal is interested in her and I guessed, no, I was sure that he tried to approach her intimately.
But have they been intimate?
Did Meena let him in my absence to approach her and more?
If not, why would she behave so strange?
I thought my suspicions of them had to be borne out, I had to search further and Deeper.
But this desperate situation was too much for me and the more I thought about her behaviour since I was back, I saw it clearly, yes, with intent and purpose Meena was betraying me with this old man!
She played with words; she said she is ‘relieved’ that I am back! Strange, very strange this all!
I was laying on my bed and thinking.
But at the end I came to the conclusion that I may have paranoia! but that didn't give me any peace.
She lied or concealed something? Shit! I thought to myself.
How could I be sure? Then I thought perhaps I could find some hints in her cell phone, and yes, she had left it, at the bedside table, I reached for it and opened it. I knew the password; it was my birthdate.
As I thumbed through the contact list of recent days, I found his name, Noori, twelve times! some were not accepted or answered. But at least seven have gone through.
Realizing that I would have better luck looking at the text messages first, I thumbed the icon and then started looking at some of the texts. Attached to two messages were those pictures!
First there were photos she sent me, but differently captioned ‘dream of me…’ but were sent to Noori!
And his reply was a photo of a man. This is he, Jalal, I thought, and I was sure, even if his face was not to see.
His muscular, hairy chest and belly were hidden under a tank top.
He was standing in his white boxer shorts, but I could see his massive bulge the head of his dick trying to poke out down against the inside of his thigh.
He was abnormally long! probably at least eight inches long and thicker than mine for sure, It was captioned. 'All yours.'
Now the proof is there, now it was borne out!
She did all of that these days just so she could fuck that big old guy, what else? And now seeing it all, I wanted to confront Meena with her shit.
I wanted to get her treachery out on the table.
I thought about the recordings of my hidden cameras.
With the exception of the first harmless day, they were never seen together on film, but they also met away from home, probably at his place more often.
Then I thought about the two strange things in films, that preoccupied me when I looked at them.
I got up and rummaged through her closet and found what I was looking for.

There was a gift, a pink lingerie, very sexy with a handwritten gift note: 'For the most beautiful and sexiest woman in my life that I have ever met, I hope to see you soon while you have them on! Kiss on your hot lips'! Kiss JN’

Okay, everything's clear!
Then I thought of dress that she unusual for her, had left hidden under her bed.
it was still there, her beautiful summer clothes that she loves them!
But surprisingly they were stained and smelled kind of funny.
Then I remembered that she went had these on, the day before yesterday, when she left home for hours.
I came to the conclusion that the stains were semen stains and not something else, because they looked exactly like the ones that sometimes happen to me when I'm careless!

***

When I got downstairs, I found Meena sitting at the kitchen table and drinking coffee and reading a magazine.

"Where have you been so long, baby? " she asked, not raising her head to look directly at me.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Meena. And for a couple of minutes neither me nor Meena said a word.
Meena cannot even bring herself to look at me, I thought to myself somehow with rage. Instead, she just stared down into her coffee and her magazine.

But then I broke the silence by asking, "Well Meena, do you want to talk?"

Meena for the first time look briefly into my eyes, and then immediately away again, and asked, "What about, darling?"

"We are not the same as we were a week ago, the day I flew," I said.

"Why are you saying such a thing? I am the same, maybe you are not. Last night showed that you are not the same, you were so weird, your behaviour was weird," Meena argued.

"No, no, no... Meena, I am the one who is the same and you have become someone else. Your behaviour is strange," and continued, “Okay, I’ll ask you something, are you hiding something from me?" I asked while looking directly at her face as if trying to discover something.

“What do you want to say? What do you mean?” She asked in a puzzled and at the same time of a bit uncertain tone.
Her voice was even in the background slightly trembling.

“I mean do you have secrets you want to hide?“ I looked in her eyes.

For a moment I had the feeling that she was sitting there looking at me, like she did not understand me or that she was paralyzed. No word came back, just deep broken breathing sound from her, whether she has difficulty breathing.

“Let me explain, Meena. Over 80% of couples have one of these two kinds of relationships, either they don’t love each other but just live together, in which case they are honest and don’t need to hide anything, that’s normal. Then there are couples who love each other but aren’t honest with each other, Because, for whatever reason, they may be embarrassed and/or don’t want to lose the other person. The remaining 20% concerns two other groups. Main group of these two are those who don’t love each other but are so estranged that they see no reason to let each other know about their activities and feelings. Then there is a small percentage, very small perhaps not more than seven or eight percent, who talk and tell each other everything about feelings, emotions, activities and everything other and love each other infinitely. I always thought we belong to this tiny percentage, Meena. Now you can talk if you want and explain…“

So now Meena just sat silent and waited for the hammer to fall because sheknew what was coming next.

“Do you understand what I say, Meena, Have… You… Been… Faithful to me these past few days?“ I answered with a firm and a little louder but calm voice.

Meena panicked, “I… please, please understand that after your departure, it all got out of control.”

“What got out of control?" I asked.

“Me and Jalal, I mean I lost control, I didn’t mean to, but it just happened, but nothing important happened, Nadir, I swear…" Meena wailed.

“You and Jalal got out of control meaning what?" I calmly asked her.

Meena was shaking visibly and trying to clear the situation, “Okay, okay, okay, I am not going to lie, but we had no sex. There, I said it. It just happened and I am so very sorry that it happened, but things just got out of control." Meena sobbed.

I thought for a moment before I said, “No, Meena, things didn’t get out of control. Things went just the way you intended.”

Meena finally looked up at me and asked, “What do you mean… as I intended?”

“I mean, Meena, I know more than you think. You send him your nude pictures. And you saved the photo of his cock in your cell phone, this is intension, you chatted with him over your cell phone about your nude ass and your tit pictures and the picture of his dick, this was intentional, then you agreed to go out with him and I don’t know how many times you did it and you dressed as sexy as you possibly could for him and you had visited him in his house alone and God knows where else, this in intention and every time you were for hours with him alone and made things out of your control how you formulate them, I can image what they were, this is intension…”

“No! No! No! Not true, not true!" Meena screamed.

“Meena since I left, you left this house every time, with the full intention of having sex with Jalal.”

“No! No! No! That is not true. It’s not…”

I interrupted her, "Meena it is true, and you have fucked up our marriage and Relationship and betrayed my love royally."

"No, I, I haven't fucked up our marriage royally, as you put it. Yes, I made a terrible mistake, and I made a really bad decision. But nothing happened, I had no sex with him, really, please believe me, now, just slow down and stop
accusing me..."

After getting my thoughts together I said to her, "Meena, I don't believe you. I don't believe things got out of control not intentionally and I don't believe that nothing important happened. But what I do believe is that you planned it..."

"No! No! No! I did not plan this, it just happened. Everything just got out of control. You have got to believe me!" Meena cried.

Meena was shaking her head side-to-side indicating no, that what I was saying was not true.
Meena wanted to get away from hearing I accuse her of all the things she had done so she tried to steer the conversation to how much she loved me.
"I love you. I love you more than anything in this world and I know that you know that. We've to get beyond this and move on with our life."

I thought for a couple of moments before I said to her, "No, I can't get beyond this. What you have done to me is far too serious to just walk away from it. Don't you understand what you did to me these last days? You lied to me, and you deceived me and humiliated me!"

"I didn't do that! I didn't do it! I would never do those things to you!" Meena screamed.

"Goddamn Meena, you left my love! You left our love and life to go fuck another man. And you even deceived me into to going along with it!"

Now crying almost uncontrollably, Meena screamed at I, "I never left you. I would never leave you. Never! I just fucked up really bad."

"Meena, Meena, what did you just fucked up?" I asked.

"I… I wanted to prepare him, I sear… I mean I wanted to seduce him for your game, to make him more interested on me for later, when you are there… I…I can't betray you… leave you; how can I betray or leave my life? " She argued
and cried.

I interrupted her, "Listen to me Meena, when you had your hair and nails done just for him, you left me.
When you primped just for him, you left me.
When you dressed up just for him, you left me.
When you let him put his hands on you, you left me.
When you took off your dress for him, you left me.
When you laid down on his bed, you left me.
When you sent your nude pictures to him you left me. And when you let him have you, you left me for good."

"No! No! No! I didn't do that, it happened nothing, please believe me... Everything just got out of control, those pics were for you, and I sent them to the wrong address. You know, I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but then I thought about it because I should not worry you, you were not here…"

"Meena, when I think about it, you packaged yourself for him and then you offered yourself to him. And he took you and made a part of you his own, a part not just in your body but your soul. Don't you understand that a part of you now belongs to him. And, Meena, a part of you will always belong to him..."

That real incensed Meena and she went on the offensive.
She interrupted me, "Nadir, it wasn't like that, we had no sex, and this is not true, I didn’t offer or gave myself to him. Yes, my emotions, my hormones just took control of me some moments and I made a terrible decision sometimes,
but I had no sex with him, I made a mistake,".

"Meena, one moment. First tell me, when you say ‘I had no sex with him, what do you mean? What means sexual relationship for you?" I asked her.

“I mean, we had no… no…" She didn`t find the right words.

"Penetration? he did not penetrate in your cunt? Do you mean this?" I Asked angrily.

"Yes…Yes… No penetration occurred, not even close to…" She said more calmly, but without looking at me.

At this moment slowly I had the feeling that Meena was regaining control over her thoughts and speech.

"Okay Meena, about this we speak later, but secondly you repeat all the time, this shit with mistake, I’ll tell you what a mistake is, when you as a married wife, one night, drink too much alcohol and get drunk and accidentally and unplanned, let a guy fuck you and that just once and one time, then you can talk about mistake. Please let this shit word, mistake, leave it outside.".

"Okay, but I am also a flawed human being. I… please, please, understand that sometime things get out of control." Meena argued.

"What got out of control three or four times in five days?" I calmly asked her.

"Me," She wailed.

"You got out of control meaning what?" I asked.

Meena was squirming in her chair and desperately trying to find a way to escape her situation, "I lost control of me and situation! I didn't mean to, but it just happened!" Meena sobbed. 

"I mean, you agreed to go out with him dancing, to his place, in the theatre and God knows where else, you decided touching, kissing, and God knows what else… All these nights. Then you spent the almost entire your free time with him, everyday primping for him, you dressed as sexy as you possibly could and with him, And then..."

"No! No! No! Not true, not true!" Meena screamed.

"Meena, you left this house with the full intention of to be with and perhaps having sex with Jalal. If my meeting had lasted a day or two longer, you would have slept with him too." I screamed.

"No! No! No! That is not true. It's not..." She wailed.

I interrupted her, "Meena it is true, and you have fucked up our marriage and relationship royally."

That real incensed Meena and she went on the offensive.

"No, I, I haven't fucked up our marriage royally, as you put it. Yes, I made a terrible mistake. I got caught up in the excitement of being with Jalal and I lost myself some moments and I made really bad decisions. And nothing happened but some touching and kissing. It will never happen again. But we can get beyond this if you will just slow down and stop accusing me..."

I interrupted her, "For some moments? You lost yourself for some moments? How about for some days!"

"That is not true!" Meena wailed.

"It is true Meena, you left here with him and for him, and you didn't come home until your sleeping time! These are not some moments!"
After getting my thoughts together I said to her, "Meena, I don't believe you. I do not believe things got out of control and I don't believe that it just happened. But what I do believe is that you planned it..."

"No! No! No! I did not plan this, it just happened. Everything just got out of control. You have got to believe me!" Meena cried.

"Meena, I don't believe you. I believe when you left here with Jalal you knew where you were going and what can happen. It was the whole purpose of going out with him. Dancing, having dinner, watching garden or movie theatre, were just with him was just a ruse to mislead me and your conscience and guilt!"

Meena was shaking her head side-to-side indicating no, that what I was saying was not true.

My words left Meena's head spinning and all she could up with to say was, "But I am here with you. I am not with him. I am here with you! I didn’t leave you or our life and love!"

"Yes, you are here with me just because I am back! After you let another man enjoy you and do whatever else he wanted to do with you, and this not just for a moment or day, but for the days I was not here!" I spoke.

"It is not true, and I let him not to do whatever he wanted to do with me, I had my red line and I stayed on my red line". She argued.

“You were unfaithful to our love and relationship. I don’t know about your red line, Meena. You can change the position of it, move back and forth. I know just that your emotional affair with him bothers me and makes me very sad and sometimes angry, more than your physical on…" I spoke.

“Pardon?" She interrupted me.

“Talking to him outside of the relationship about personal things, some flirting, some texting and telling him about your personal other relationships, telling him about your sex life, maybe even sexting, exchanging pics etc. That means you were and are still, emotionally connected to him, and you hide it to me, your partner, your husband, and somebody that you claim to love him. Emotional affair can be just as bad as a physical affair, because it’s easy to get emotionally involved then it can quickly and easily turn into a physical affair… Now I need to know everything about your time with him, and about what and how you two come close, I mean physically,”

"I... I honestly can't phrase my point in a couple of sentences. All I know is… talking about this in so much detail is a bad idea."

"Okay....now let me explain to you why I need to know these things in detail."

"Alright." She accepted.

"When two people decide for another and for sharing their lives, it is not sharing only their property, their home, their bedroom, their genital organs. But also, a high level of intimacy, I call it better oneness. You achieve it when you go with another one together, through this process, Meena. This achieves you with only one person... Only one person at a time. That level of intimacy goes beyond just sticking a penis in a cunt or any other sexual act, with somebody. Do you get what I am saying?"

"I....I am not sure."

"Well, the practical act of sex, the penetration, comes from evolution. that has a biological programming, biological name is imperative. Everything else that goes with it. But intimacy as I said before, is more than just a sex act, it is this closeness to somebody else, that's... an expression of love. If you have a sexual affair, it is the first level of this process, it is not so complicated and actually very primitive, this is what we did it sometimes previously… but when it goes in a higher level, with or without sexual act, even a kiss, then you enter in the level of this intimacy, this emotional affair, this is my problem, and I must solve this problem, otherwise, our life together will become problematic, even senseless, at least for me. Did you get my point now?"

"What is your point exactly, Nadir?" She asked.

"I need to know if you have... Or had in these past days a relationship with him that goes beyond just sexual or physical closeness."

Meena finally realized she could not argue and explain her way out of her situation.
So, she exasperatedly asked, "What do I need to do? Tell me, what do I need to do to make up for my mistake?"

"I don’t know Meena; you are no longer mine. You gave yourself to another man." I spoke.

"No! No! No! That is not true, I am yours. I am yours and yours alone. Last days I made bad decisions. They were stupid decisions and that will never happen again."

"But Meena, you've done it. You gave yourself to him. He took your soul and somehow your body and now a part of you belongs to him. Then maybe you go better back to him, to your lover," I said angrily and somewhat loudly.

"But I tell you, I was and am yours and no one else's." Meena begged.
"Meena, I saw it for myself, you made yourself for him ready and available, you claim you did not have sex with him, but this is for me not so important. Because you had many times sex with your uncle, but you were under his control and for me, actually and mainly, you were forced blackmailed. Perhaps, not perhaps but sure, you had more often incredibly intense orgasms fucking him, but it was principally unvoluntary from your side, your normal hormonal and body reaction. Apart from that, we involved other men in our erotic games, and you slept with them at my request and my will and presence and enjoyed it too. But that was all physical. But now it is completely different, you waited for me to leave, you hid from me, when, where and how often you met him, what does that mean? any reasonable person will see that you wanted to give yourself to him, you wanted to unite with him physically and mentally."

Meena interrupted, "But it was a mistake. I made a mistake. And I didn't now what I was doing. My emotions, my hormones just took control of me, and I made a terrible decision!"

"I don't want to hear your excuses." I said indignantly.

"Today in bathroom, I decided to tell you the truth. I know this was no affair and nothing important is occurred. But I.. I…" And this brought out Meena's sobs and after a brief moment she continued, "It just got out of control. I mean more than what my personal limit was or is … It just got out of control and I'm so sorry, In these recent days, a little voice reminded me that I’m not really deserving your trust, because of what I do and the lie I am still telling. When I would put myself in your shoes, I always decided that I would want to know the truth. I would want the person I love to be honest with me. but Nadir, I am not the only one who guilty is…."


"What do you mean you are not the only one who guilty is?" I asked.

This time Meena spoke slowly and argued, "Look Nadir, before I speak about this. first, we have to make some other things clear, you talk about and you accuse me about my betrayal, that I cheated on you, betrayed our love and life, had sex with another man and so on, and this all intentionally… 
I will not discuss this anymore, but I want to tell you the truth, I’ll tell you briefly what happened, where and how, and then you can ask questions, no matter how detailed you want the answers to be, I will admit everything as it was. Here and for the last time, I swear that I will answer everything you want to know exactly and without lies, I speak about truth, and you are the one who accepts it, or not… You are the one who believes what I say or not and then you decide what to do, what happens to our life together…
I met him five times, on the Sunday after you left, he was here for a short time and surprised me in my bathing suit because I had bathed beforehand, but nothing happened. He almost persuaded me to go dancing with him the next day, Monday, and then when he brought me back, we got closer, he kissed me in the car, but nothing more.
The next day, Tuesday, he picked me up and we drove to his place. After dinner and after Tahir, his friend, left, he unexpectedly grabbed me from behind in the library and started to touch and rub my breasts and genitals until I came.
Then we left his house, and he took me home. Nothing more and nothing less.
On Wednesday he took me to dinner and then to the cinema, where we kissed long and passionately, and he touched and rubbed my lower abdomen again, and I touched and rubbed him for the first time and then he came.
Yesterday we went to a pizzeria for lunch and then to his house for a coffee. He wanted to talk to me about his plans for the future. 
We kissed and nothing more.
That was all Nadir.
I was never naked with him, and we never had real sex.
Now I sit here, and you ask me what you want in details.
One point more, I believe, and I am convinced that if you don't accept and believe my words, then our love, our relationship, our marriage, and our life together have no chance of survival... Then our life together is useless and just
a torture for both of us, no matter how much we love each other ... Then it is better that each of us goes our own way.
But please no hateful sentences, I am going to confess nothing but just the truth…"

Then she stopped waiting for me to say something.

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Nadir is outraged by Meena's escapades with Jalal. They have led to tension and coldness between the two ...

[Demeter]

Nadir is outraged by Meena's escapades with Jalal. 
They have led to tension and coldness between the two ...

[Demeter]

In my opinion, Nadir is less troubled by moral concerns in this situation than by the fact that he believes he has lost control over Meena and the direction 
of her fantasies.
Another aspect is his growing fear of ultimately losing Meena to Jalal. In his view, Jalal is in a completely different league, has a much higher position, 
more influence and power in society than Mansi, and is also charming, good-looking and rich.

Yes, he is stubborn, selfish and jealous. All of this clouds his vision and rationality ...


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Demeter

[Demeter]

I thought to myself, well, the situation is slowly becoming critical and our life together is now dependent on this conversation…

"Did you kiss him sexually? I mean lips… tongue… mouth? French kissing?" I asked her immediately.

Meena: "Yes, but more than that,"

Me: "You...really did you have no sex with him, never in these days, not even touching of his dick on your body or pussy?"

Meena: "No. I am so sorry that I did things that were not allowed, I don't mean morally but in my own way of thinking and believe and in relation to our relationship, I mean mine and yours..."

Me: "How many times?"

Meena: “Excuse me?”

Me: "How many times did you do those ‘not intercourse’ things?"

Meena: "Does it matter?"

Me: "Yes."

Meena: "Why?"

Me: "Because I want to know if this was a one off mistake or a prolonged affair…"

Meena: "It was not an affair, Nadir ... but two times, I mean if you include the erotic kiss then Three or four times...."

Me: "Four times or four nights?"

Meena: "No nights."

Me: "You came back all nights home, alone?"

Meena: "Yes."

Me: "Is he...............bigger than me?"

Meena: "Why are you asking me that?"

Me: "Just answer me."

Meena: "I thought you saw the picture,"

Me: "But you saw it in real life, right?"

Meena: "Yes, but only in darkness,"

Me: "And you had it in your hand,"

Me: Meena: "Yes, sort of bigger. A bit thicker but he is much longer,"

Me "Bigger than Mansour?"

Meena: "No.... I don’t know..."

Me: "You know for sure Meena, you know that from your uncle,"

Meena: “Let me see… Yes, he was longer but not thicker, I think …”

Me: "Has he entered you?"

Meena: “No way, he wasn’t even close…,”

Me: "Were you or he naked?"

Meena: "No, never..."

Me: “What did he more than kissing?

Meena: "He touched me and rubbed me,"

Me: “You mean your tits, legs, or pussy?“

Meena: "Yes, all three, but just over my panty,"

Me: “And that made you wet?“

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "Did you cum?"

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "How many times and where,"

Meena: "Two times, first time in his house and the day before yesterday in the movie theatre,"

Me:"Did he cum?"

Meena: "Yes,"

Me: "Every time? How many times?"

Meena: "No, not every time, he came only one time,"

Me: "Did you suck his dick?"

Meena: "No,"

Me: "Why not?"

Mena: "I didn’t want and he did not too, I mean he didn’t asked for it,"

Me: "How did he cum then?"

Meena: "I rubbed him, and he came in my hands. Nadir, I must say something here, I know that deep in your heart you believe me because you know me, it may sound weird to draw the line there after such a mistake …"

Me: "And did he go down on you?"

Meena: "No, perhaps he would have done, but I did not allow the matter to come to this,"

Me: "Were you drunk on any of those occasions?"

Meena: "Yes, I think a little bit, at least the first days, otherwise under no circumstances would something like that has happened."

Me: "Did you....do you love him?"

Meena: "No, of course not! I love you, Nadir!"

Me: "At those moments, the moments of erotic closeness, did you... think you loved him?"

Meena: "......"

Me: "Well?"

Meena: "Maybe."

Me: "What is maybe? Yes, or no?"

Meena: "It's not that simple, it depends on what love is meant."

Me: "Yes, it is, so simple, you know love since your childhood."

Meena: "No, it isn't. Yes, I like him enough to consider being with him sexually, but just in one case would I do that and go so far, just when you want it and let it occur. But, all the time, with or without him, I knew that you were and are the only one I could love and spend my life with. I don’t know, perhaps I wanted his attention, and I don’t know why, but I know that I do not love him, this is not love, I know love since I was a teenager and met you…
And all the time since this began, I wanted to speak with you, to tell you, I didn’t want to keep it hidden, Nadir. I know that the silence is not the answer. Silence is dangerous. Silence and shame are a killer combination. I was not unfaithful to you all my life, perhaps these days I drank too much. I just didn’t know how to tell you, I cannot pretend I didn’t what I did, I cannot pretend I wouldn’t, I cannot pretend I hadn’t…I felt very guilty every second that I had erotic feelings next to him,"
And after a short pause while she was thinking, she went on, "Excuse me Nadir, I think you are right, I am so sorry, that was a mistake."

Meena began to cry again, with her hands on her face, covering her eyes...

Me: "Ok. We go on. How come you could orgasm just by a short touching and rubbing so quickly … Normally it takes more minutes even while real sex?"

Meena: "Yes, but with him there was the added element of it being forbidden and wrong. I think that made me cum sooner. Sorry... I wasn't proud of what I was doing, and I am not proud of it … I am so sorry..."

Me: "Admit Meena, this was not a mistake or mistakes, you were really unfaithful."

Meena: "I am sorry. If you want to divorce me, I completely understand. But I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you…"

Me: "That's all platitudes until I can ascertain the level of your intimacy with him."

Meena: "Okay.... but let me finish. Also, I can understand if you just want to divorce me and never see me again. I will agree to the divorce on the terms of your choosing, although that divorce will devastate me. But....if you end up divorcing me because of this, I would rather that you did it quickly. And knowing all these details about what happened between me and him... will just make your resentment fester."

Me: "So I should pretend that it never happened?"

Meena: "No, Nadir! You aren't getting me point."

Me: "What is your point?"

Meena: "No! I am not saying that! It happened. I wish I could undo it, but I can't. It happened."

Me: "Then what is your point?"

Meena: "My point is… I am not the only one who guilty is… but it is useless to discuss it… Never mind, it makes no sense,"

Me: "No, tell me your point."

Meena: "Look Nadir, think about your game or games, and your demand to watch me… In this relation, you see people as just instruments, dolls to play with, and you demand or rather command them to play as you want and you direct... They should play as you wish, and no one can take his or her own will and feelings, seriously.
You want to control everything. Is that fair? 
Don't you see the selfish potential behind it?
I've almost always accepted that, I didn't want to lose you, what else could I do?
But the others, some don't want that... Some go their own way and if you want to have them in your game you have to accept that, or to leave it…
You have to take the risk that at some point something will go wrong with your plans...
With me too you have to always keep the risk in mind I am also a human being with weaknesses and strengths and often make mistakes.
Maybe even fatal mistakes that require sacrifices or are not correctable and can hurt you.
I have warned you so many times, Nadir… I know you, perhaps better than you know yourself, I know that in some cases you take risks whose consequences may be unbearable for you... but you go without considering it, so self-confident and sure of success and yes, at some point catastrophe occurs...
I love you so much, Nadir... I don't want to lose you, because that would mean losing myself too. But I accept your decision and if you want, we can go our separate ways... you should just know and remember, when I did something, I basically focused on your game scenario, maybe I missed or lost your game plan somewhere along the way, but you were always there and that was always based on your scenario… Sometimes more, sometimes less…
You know better, slips and slides are unavoidable in such a thing, with you high intelligence, your life experience behind you, you had to know that well…
You should not only look for the fault and guilt by others, and you should also not start the story from the middle, but read the first pages too, then you can see and recognize the guilty part or parts and his, her or their motives better and more clearly...
We both need healing, but to be healed, you have to go deep into your wounds…
I was most of all being unfaithful to myself, more than you…
We want loving stability from each other, we need someone to make us feel loved, cared for and adored and sometimes we want the excitement from the eyeballs of others, too. This is what makes you and me to think and play our games, in reality your games.
I, as a normal woman, want to be loved consistently and longingly and as a woman I also want people to think I am fun, cool, sexy, attractive, pretty, and more. We all deserve to have fun, but the limits are important. This is not cheating on you, Nadir. This is normal, but the red lines are important.
Perhaps I wanted someone, he to choose me - so much so, but I didn’t lose myself time and time again giving myself to him, doesn't matter if he deserves me or not. For me, I stayed in the territory of your right over me. Perhaps moments of one or two centimetres over the line, but still in your territory… any part of me was there with you, physical and emotional.
I have now really the feeling that I broke your heart into smithereens, and you didn't deserve it, this is a nightmare for me.
You think you have found out, that the person you are in love with, betrayed You. But is this so? Did I this to you really? Is this not your false feeling? Is this not vanity and unnecessary and excessive jealousy?
I see pained anguish on your face as if you broke down, telling me how much I had hurt you. But did I this so?
If you mean I should go to my lover, you mean in the highest way my sexual partner, That's not true either. We don't have a sexual relationship, for me that was a somewhat exaggerated seductive activity on his part, or at least on my part. Maybe and certainly, he wanted more and still wants more…
Should I tell you something? in a few months he is migrating to the USA and he definitely wants to take me with him as a life partner or maybe even his wife if I say yes... He loves me and I know that he can be a very pleasant life partner and make every normal woman lucky and providential, he wants and can offer me everything, not just materially and emotionally, should I go with him? Do you really want this, when you say go to your lover?
That hurts me... that hurts me so much Nadir, that pushes me directly into the pain. But as I said, in this moment none of this is important, in this moment I leave the decision to you and how you decide, I will do it, have I ever done anything else in my life?
You must not think about me and my feelings, think and decide as you want and your feelings are, just remember, sometimes some decisions cannot be taken back…If at the end of your thinkings and this talking, you come to a conclusion that I am really a cheating wife for you, then it’s useless, our being together has no meaning and sense..."

Meena stopped talking and looked into my eyes with moist eyes, waiting.
The last sentences were very touching for me, or rather painful.
I felt a tightness and pressure in my chest.
I had to get up and leave.
I couldn't sit there and speak, anymore. I needed time and rest. My thoughts needed to calm down.

I stood up and said, "I have to get upstairs for a minute, I'll be right back, I need a short break," and left the room…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena’s Narration:

Meena remained sitting at the table and staring down into her cup of coffee.
Her life, her perfect life, had rapidly fallen apart and it was all her own doing.
And being with Jalal, after seeing his photo, she indulged in tantalizing fantasies of him and her together.
Particularly of them having sex. And the things she knew from her experiences and memories, especially with her uncle, about men like Jalal, of how their unusual genitals, intensified intercourse and erotism for the woman, just made her fantasies even more tantalizing.
Yes, she admitted to herself at this moment that she got to the point where almost every one of last nights, before she fell asleep she laid in bed and imagined her and Jalal having sex.
But in her fantasies Nadir was always there, at least as an observer if not as her sexually active second partner.
She never thought or planned to meet Jalal alone and have sex, not even in her fantasies.
In Meena's state-of-mind she was not cheating. She was not betraying Nadir.
Rather, she was on the hunt and looking for a sex partner for Nadir's erotic games and she would have received what her performances were worth and would have earned her fair and legitimate price.
The old Jalal Noori with his excellent properties was the trophy specimen of the male species which she was hunting for their games.
These days and what she had done, were limited adventures to seduce Jalal for later, for her and Nadir’s erotic games.
Strangely enough, she almost thought that Nadir was right.
She let her hormones and erotic desires come into play in those few moments.
That was her big mistake.
And she knew it was doable to seduce him. But she went too far.
Her intuition sensed Jalal was interested in her and she believed he would take her as far as possible if he was given an opportunity.
All she had to do was give him the opportunity, and she gave him that!
Meena was confident Jalal would go along with this opportunity because several times he gave the signal.
And she signalled to Jalal that this was his opportunity that Nadir is abroad.
She looked and dressed as stunning and alluring and sexy as possible.
Nadir was right, this all was for Jalal.
From this point of view and today and in this moment, it seemed if her behaviour would send a clear signal to him that she was available for the taking.
It seemed so that, if he picked up and accepted her signals, then they would go through this sexual trip and adventure.
Of course Jalal picked up her signal the first day while dancing, or before, as they left for dance floor, even earlier, when she sat down in his car and he saw what she was offering him, well, of course, he wanted it.
He wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity.
She didn't plan it that way, it's all got out of hand because the atmosphere was so prepared and pleasing.
Perhaps Nadir exaggerated in his suspicions and accusations of her betrayal and deception.
But basically, he was right, she was thinking, it was not just his jealousy of Jalal and a lusciously sensual.
She had lied to him and not told the truth.
He was very angry now.
What would he decide now? she thought.
She couldn't imagine life without him.
Ever since she left her childhood, since she stopped playing with dolls, she has known him and he has been a part of her life, or rather a part of herself.
It was with him that she first really got to know life and the world and for her, as a little girl and then later as a shy teenager, he was always a good-looking, polite and reliable boy next door that she always wanted to get to know better and always dreamed of him as a friend and life partner.
Even all of her friends and family noticed that.
They met for the first time when she was just nine and he was fourteen.
They were in love with each other after four or five years.
For both of them, life had only in the presence of the other one, a meaning.
But they had sex and physical contact later, when she was seventeen and he was twenty-two years old. He was her first and she was his first.
She gave him her virginity and he brought her to her first orgasm.
So now according to Nadir there would be no forgiveness, there would be no getting beyond it.
Unless he gains certainty, that he has no doubt that Meena had no other reason to be with Jalal but to push forward his, Nadir’s started erotic game plans about Jalal!
That he realizes what the real reason for the matter was and how it all started, that he understands that it is not only her responsibility and fault…

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Nadir's Narration:

I got up, first I had to drink a glass of water. Then I went up to the bedroom.
I opened Meena's wardrobe door. I looked for the samll gift from Jalal. I took it and then I bent down and looked under her side of the bed. They were still there.
Her black skirt had lots of typical sperm stains on it and her dirty white blouse with cum marks on it, especially on the bottom.
Both looked weird and it wasn't typical of Meena that she didn't wash things like that straight away.
I took both and went back to the ground floor.
She was still sitting there, lost in thought, with moist and slightly red eyes.
I put the three objects on the table in front of her and sat down again where I was before.
She started to cry quietly and after a short minute she was really howling.

"Look Meena, My point is not that you start a long term affair or relationship with him or anyone, that it happens more than once or lasts. It is not even about how it all is and what kind, kissing, groping, fingering, or real sex and intercourse, as you say penetration."

"Even if you claim that you have not entered into a nonsexual, I mean, emotional relationship with him, and that you have not fallen in love with him or love him, I do not consider that to be hundert percent honest and do not consider it to be completely credible,and for whatever reason you enter into a relationship with him, alcohol effect, your hormones, your animal instincts, that he is better, prettier, has a bigger cock, can love better, is richer, fulfills your wishes in every respect sexually or materially. All of this can happen."

"We've done a few times some sexual games, together, as you say, at my request and my plan, I mean the games that we started with other men. I saw and look at you having sex with them, in my presence, with my consent, let's say my initiative. I enjoyed it. You enjoyed it too, may be more, as a woman."

"All of this is not primarily a problem for me and my point. The problem starts when you hide something. That you hide it from me, as your only man and love, as you claim. You hid that another man, with your consent and even your encouragement, kissed you, touched you, fondled you, kissed your breasts, worked on and rubbed your pussy, squirted for you and gave you his seeds and brought you to orgasm.
That's the point. It may be that you even long for him. We are human and we have feelings, emotions, hormones and instincts. It can happen that you desire someone, their body, their behavior, what they are like...
"The third person, here me, has to deal with it or leave you and go away. That is his right, but you have to be honest with him and give him the opportunity. The opportunity to choose. This is the least that you not only can do but must do...
But now, these days and here you didn't do it, there is no excuse for that. You have been silent, hiding and waiting. Even though you could have told me last night, you didn't say a word to me until I discovered, I presented the evidence, I opened everything up, until you could no longer deny it. That is my problem...
Then where we currently stand in the matterit is legitimate to call what you did, betrayal, fraud, cheating, infidelity and every designation along those meanings...
I repeat this Meena, you didn't belong to me at those moments, hours and days. And I'm not sure if you belong to me and only me at this moment.
I can't take it anymore, Meena, I can't stand it how it is..."

I had to get up and leave that room.
I couldn't do it anymore. I needed time and rest. My thoughts needed to calm down. I was in my study. I turned on the music in my computer.
She was and is my Muse and Muse for others, too.-
After that I packed a small suitcase in the bedroom, took only the things that I absolutely needed for a short stay, and went downstairs. I called the chief surgeon in medical college and told him I need a few days off, I have to sort out something private. He immediately accepted it and wished me all the best I got my suitcase and went dowmstairs...
Meena was still sitting in the kitchen, looked up at me with wet eyes and I could clearly see that she was sinking in her seat. Her face turned pale and she couldn't say a word, I had the feeling, she just looked alternately at me and my suitcase and shook her head.

“I can't Meena, I'm sorry, I have to go. Please don't ask where or what... I'll get in touch and you take good care of yourself... I don't know if this is the end for us or a new beginning... I'm afraid you can't help me. I have to let myself and nature heal my wounds... Maybe time will help with that...“

And then I went into the garage and took my vintage car, my old Jaguar, which she had given me, and drove away…

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Nadir’s Narration:

After about 3 hours driving I was in the heavenly beach that I had seen in the magazine, previous night together with Meena.
I got a hotel room and went to the bar and ordered my favorite alcoholic drink...
***
The next day was Sunday, the hotel beach and even the nearby beaches were very crowded.
I got in the car and drove a few kilometres away.
There, I was able to walk along the beach for hours in peace, no one was there, just the sea, sand and me, until I was tired and hungry.
It was afternoon when I got back to the hotel. Then I ate and sat at the bar until the evening. It was just after 8 o'clock in the evening that I noticed two pretty green eyes watching me.
The eyes belonged to a well-dressed woman of my age or a little younger. When our eyes met, she smiled and tilted her head briefly. I smiled back and greeted her with a "Hi, "I immediately noticed that my voice was not audible.
She had short, light brown hair and a rather slim figure.

"Sad eyes," Normally I don’t speak with strangers, my mother forbade me," and laughed.
Then, "but your eyes are speaking a sad story,"

"My eyes are just tired, sorry," I responded, not interested.

"You must not open your heart, but this helps you open your mind," she said and showed my glass to the bartender and told him another one.
I thanked for drink and said, "Thank you, normally the man should invite and give a lady, I mean the drink."

"We live in a neutral world, cheers, people say." and raised her red wine glass.

I said cheers and took a sip of my new drink glass, then looked in her beautiful green eyes and said, "your eyes don't look so happy either,"

"Tired!", she answered and giggled, "Now, you are trying me to open my heart!" She continued and smiled.

"I am for the last one week here, I didn’t see you last days,” she said.

"I only arrived yesterday."

"Alone?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm traveling solo, I am in a healing journey, I hope at least,"I smiled.

"Now I can guess what is wrong with your eyes, you are mentally ill!"

"Yes, incurable!" I laughed.

“This is a good place for that, I was healed here some time ago,"she said calmly.

"Done with the trip"I show her the suitcase next to it.

"Yes, unfortunately I have to say goodbye to the sea," she smiled sadly and continued," and to you too, it's getting late. I have to get going,“ and she stood up, when I looked at her, I estimated that she was about 170 cm tall, with quite small breasts and a slim body. She was wearing jeans with sports sandals, with short 2-3 cm heels.
She reached for her suitcase but then asked me, "Are you staying here? I want to go to the shore for a bit I need about an hour to say goodbye if you stay here, I can leave my suitcases here or I'll take them to the car."

The hotel parking lot was set back a little in the other direction from the beach.

"Do you mind if I accompany you to the beach? I can help you take your suitcase to the car now," I asked and added, "I need to get my healing dose from the sea again."

"It would be nice if you would accompany me, let's go," she replied.

I got her suitcase, and we left the hotel with the suitcase and walked towards the parking lot.

She asked my name, and I answered.

"Nadir means rare, a rare creature, is your kind rare breed?" she said and laughed.

"I don't know, but I think so... at least I don't belong to this time,"I said and laughed.

"And why do you think that you don't belong to this time? At least you belong to this world, I'm not either, I'm not even from this world..." and laughed again.

Now we've arrived at the sea shore.
It was very beautiful.
Half past eight in the evening and it was still light.
The beach was almost empty.
A couple, with a dog, were strolling along the water, seagulls were still screeching in competition with each other.
I looked at a sandcastle that the waves took over at night.
I thought to me, there is a similarity the life of me and this sandcastle.
My companion interrupted my train of thought.

"I am Mitra, not a god but a goddess of contracts and friendship and the guardian of cosmic order … but unfortunately I have not managed to bring orderinto my own life, even," and laughed.

I looked at her, ’She is so pretty, and she smells and looks like life in its simplest and most uncomplicated form, so alive and so happy and easy going,’ I thought.
We sat on the sand while looking out at the sea, which I particularly love at this hour.
The air is not warm more a breeze passes through the light is velvety, the sun is reflected red gold in the waves that are slowly and somewhat pensively lapping against the shore.
What does the sea think about me?

Suddenly Mitra stood up and said, "I'll be right there, Nadir!" and ran to the hotel.

The sun was sinking and the sky turned darker, I heard and saw a seagull landed in front of me and looked at me.
When Mitra a few minutes later returned, she had a bottle of cold, sunset-coloured bottle of wine and two glasses with her.

“Get up, let us climb the rocks. The sunset looks up there lovely." she said.

I took the bottle, and we climbed the rocks up.
There was a sandy path between rocks that were not so steep and so we soon reached the top.

We sat down on the rocks, and I poured wine into glasses, she looked at me and said, "Cheers, but you have to drink the rest, I have to drive," she said and took a sip from her glass.
I took a sip too.
We looked at the sky and the last golden rays of the sun and the red, golden colour of some small clouds in the distance of the horizon.
All you could hear was the silence and the waves crashing against the rocks.

Mitra whispered, "Isn't it heavenly, Nadir?"

I had to agree, it was a beautiful sunset.

"Almost as pretty as you." I spoke.

She smiled and said thank you, kissing me on the cheek quickly. the air was very clear, and the breeze kissed my cheeks the whole time.
I looked at the sea and watched the waves fighting with the rocks below. It wasn't far from me. 5-6 meters deep.
For a moment I focused on the waves and how they beat and break apart, I saw clearly the millions of drops in the light of the moon in the air, which shone for a fraction of a second, then I looked at the millions of drops that break in seconds, rise and jump into the air and then find their way back to their mother, sea.
I was one of them and then I saw another drop, Meena who met me and then in a split second, we separated and then she met drops Mansour and then Jalal... and I met drop Mitra for another split second and in the end we all disappeared into the mother sea, our universe....
I couldn't hold back; I started to cry like a child who has lost its mother...
The tears made my cheeks, my face, wet. I was shaking all over and at the same time felt pressure in my neck and chest, and then saw a vast light on the horizon...
Mitra noticed this at one and hugged me tightly and started to cry with me...

"Calm down, calm down, my baby, calm down, I'm crying for you..."

After about five minutes, the world was healed. The stars were incredibly bright and clear, and so were my thoughts.
Mitra still held me in her arms and stroked my back and hair. We were both calm. But the sea and the waves were not...

"I have to go, you strange, rare man..." she whispered and smiled to me.

"Can I leave you alone?" She asked.

There was a moment of silence.

Then I said calmly, “Can you stay a little longer? I mean, if you don't mind, you can stay with me in my suit. I have a big bedroom and living room, I'm alone...”

"Are you scared, my baby??" She asked.

“Scared? Yes, I am... I'll be very calm, I promise, you don't need to worry...” I said.

"You are so sweet Nadir, really a rare personality,"

"You are really a rare personality, I think you're right, I'd rather drink some wine and stay at your place but first you have to open your heart to me, here have another glass of wine, opens your mind more."

I took a sip of wine and told her my story. From beginning, and showed her a photo of Meena and spoke about the years and the last week and my mental condition and my search for healing.
I guess, I talked for at least two hours and Mitra listened patiently.
I spoke about how we met, in the early years, our marriage, Meena's blackmailing by Mansour, our later games and finally about the last days.I wanted to feel me free, free from sadness, but that made me sadder as the story went on.

Then when I finished, she turned to me and said, "A strange story, you really belong to the last century, you should even go back 2 or 3 centuries," and about your wife, Meena, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life."

"You are at least as pretty as she is,"I said.

"Nonsense," she laughed, and after a short pause while thinking, she asked " Is she important for you? I mean do you care about her and her life?"

"I don’t know, not that I don't care but I am not sure," the words floated from my lips and my heart struggled to believe them.

"I needed to get to the core of the issue, and I can't do that if I stayed at home!" I said sadly.

"But she didn’t cheat on you, Nadir! How can you even stand the sight of yourself when you claim such a thing?" Mitra countered.

"I don't know that for sure." I insisted.

"Nadir, you can't be so blind and selfish," You should be grateful that firstly I like you and secondly that I'm drunk, otherwise I would have said go to hell with your ridiculous arguments!" She was very clear with her opinion!

"There are people who, if you treat them the way you treated her, will send you away and never want to see you again, that's for sure, me for example!"

"I don't know Mitra..." I insisted.

"What does your heart say?" she asked.

"That's the problem. My heart loves her. We've been together for so many years. We were enough for each other and we love each other, that is for sure, but..." I replied. "I'm human and like any other man or woman, I enjoy attention from others at times, but Meena is more than enough woman for me. I thought that about her too…"

"I have something really important to tell you," she said. "Can I go on?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"I know this feeling Nadir, you are still confused and muddled up by the realities you have experienced, but there are also some truths that you need to see first and more, bear in mind, can I go on? Are you ready to heat the truth? The naked truth?" She asked.

I glanced at her face. I was ready at this moment to hear everyrthing, at least in my opinion I was right, so I had no reasons to say no. I agreed.

"First of all, no matter what happened, you have no right to treat someone like that, sorry, but accept that, you have no right to handle like that. Second truth and most importantly; You love her, and then comes what your heart says: you know that she is right when she says she is not the only one to blame, perhaps the main guilty one in the story of your relationship, as you told me, is you, Nadir! I like you very much Nair and I don't know your Meena, but I don't want you to ruin your life because of your personal mistakes."
Then Mitra stopped and then after thinking for a moment said, "This is the difference between our reactions is that I saved my life, but you are ruining your life, now don't say anything, hug me and we go sleeping, tomorrow go back to your heart."

"But before we go back, do you want to open your heart to me too?" I asked Carefully.

"Isn't it late for a new story?" she said.

"I have time and I am curious if you don't mind,"

"No, no, if you're interested, please."

And then, she spoke …
She is 39 years old, a lawyer in the service of the Ministry of Justice. she had a son, 17 years old who lives with his father, and she hadn’t seen him since one year, she lives in the city where we live and she is divorced since one year, she had a happy family and was married for 18 years until a year ago when she experienced a shock.
She caught her husband, with whom she had been happy since she was seventeen years old, while cheating.
He had sex with his own sister, who was three years older than him and was also married. He later admitted that the two siblings had been lovers since they were teenagers and met regularly. He was last year 44 uand his sister was 47 years old!
Mitra got divorced straight away and has been living alone since then, not even far from us in the city. She doesn't even want to see her own son anymore because he looks exactly like his father and he doesn't know about it and thinks his mother had an affair and divorced his father. She doesn't want to say anything to him either. She would rather forget her last twenty years.

After she told her story, we didn't speak for minutes, just watched the sea, then she turned to me and said, "I'm healed, Nadir, the sea healed me exactly six months ago, right here and exactly like you just experienced it, the enlightenment..."

"We have to go to sleep now, the wine is finished! " she continued, "but just one thing, I like you, in a few short hours I got to know you and grew to love you, but...but... I haven't had a man for more than a year and I don't want one either, Nadir, I have to be honest with you because I don't want to disappoint you... I do not want to have sex if you're into it... Please understand me, I can not, not yet... if it's okay with you, then we'll go to your place... Otherwise I'll leave, regardless of whether I've am drunk or not..."

"Who do you think I am, Mitra? Do you think I'm going to take you to my room to... my God..."

Then we got up. But before we went down the rocks, she hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Please Nadir, go back to her, you are two of the good kind, two drops that only came together by chance for a fraction of time somewhere in the universe, find yourselves together again, you must not leave your love alone or sacrifice it..."

When we got to the hotel, I got another bottle of red wine from my fridge, we sat in the living room of the suit, we talked. Silence. Talked again…
About life. About the future. About gratitude. About Meena and me, and about what the sea meant to us and spoke to us...
About how we humans have become degenerated creatures.
We could use what nature and existence without asking for anything in return, has given us, for our enjoyment and pleasure: “the "drop of being "state”.
We could consciously use this state that we have been given for a fraction of a second and simply see a beautiful sunset, hear birds singing and an andante by Mozart, smell a wild rose, taste a drop of honey, and touch the tender skin of a woman's breast before we have to find our ways back to Mother Sea.
But we don't see, don't hear, don't smell, don't taste and don't touch. We have complicated everything, life itself, all our sensations have become artificial and complicated. Instead of sensing and feeling, we prefer to look into boxes, big oxes and small boxes, and let's call that life and being human.
We even want joy and pleasure to be served packed in a box.
We complicate our natural feelings and instincts, we complicate our relationships, our dealings with the environment and even our sex.
We are just terrible creatures that father nature and mother sea cannot be proud of us, on the contrary, they are surely ashamed of us…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena is pensive and disappointed by Nadir's behaviour, which she cannot understand ...

[Demeter]

New Horizons
Nadir's Narration:


It was around lunchtime when we, Mitra and I, packed our suitcases, her big one and mine small, into the cars.
Our last conversation before we hugged and kissed goodbye was...

"Promise me that you'll..." she said.

"Am going home now? Yes, I promise, I wouldn't want to go anywhere else," I smiled, "and thank you for the rescue mission, you were my rescue angel, commissioned by the universe."

Then we exchanged phone numbers, and I promised that I would get in touch with her soon.
And we drove off...

* * *

I was home at about 3 o'clock.
Everything was quiet and Meena wasn't there yet.
She always worked a little longer on Mondays.
After changing and having a lemonade, I quickly went up to my study and played the recordings from the last two days since I left.
There wasn't much to see. Meena was often in the kitchen tidying up, or reading in the bedroom and watching TV, or just lying on the couch, closing her eyes and listening to Mozart.
Only on Saturday evening after I left did she speak to Jalal on the phone, and not for long. I could only hear her one-sidedly during conversations, but his speaking was inaudible.
This time she had spoken on the phone in the bedroom and not in the living room, where, the microphones of my hidden cameras were a bit far away.
That's why her voice was easier to understand.

Meena: ‘Hi, Jalal, how are you?’
"…“
‘Yes, but at the moment he is not at home,’
"…“
‘I am sorry, but we have no time the next days to visit you’
"…“
‘Sorry but I don’t want to hurt Nadir… I prefer that if at all, I meet you together with him, I am so sorry Jalal but it I don't want to complicate the situation,’
"… “
‘Thanks, that you understand it,’
"… “
‘Oh… We don’t know yet whether Nadir has the next weekend off, he doesn't know yet...’
"… “
'No, I would like to visit your ranch and spend a few days in nature and fresh air with you, but you know that I'm not doing this alone, never…'
"… “
‘Yes, sure, you can come around before your trip,’
"… “
‘Thank you, Jalal, I hope you too, see you then, bye.’...

* * *

After about two hours Meena was home.
When she saw me, she ran into my arms, hugged me and squeezed me tightly and started crying.
After a few minutes of her howling voice being clearly audible in the room, I tried calming her down.
We separated and I asked her to sit down.

Meena’s pretty eyes were full of tears, "Where were you Nadir, my world collapsed, Ithought I had lost you; I thought I lost my life and me…" she said with trembling voice.

"I was searching Meena, looking for my lost world, then, I saw my angel, and she saved me... she saved our love and our life, she saved you too, for me…" I spoke.

"I am relieved! Now I am really relieved, I missed you and I needed you…" she smiled, and hugged me again.

"I love you my girl, I love you and I beg you to forgive me," I said.

She replied, "Why are you saying such a thing Nadir, why are you making me so sad," and she cried.

"I am your woman, and I must kiss your hands and ask for forgiveness, Sorry that I hurt you, sorry that I broke your heart ... I am still your Meena, same as you saw me and told me about your love to me, I am still your 14 years old girl, as you charmed her with your eyes and smile."

"I thought I am losing you Meena, I am losing you to him, to Jalal, I had the feeling just like those days with Mansour, I am so sorry baby" I said sadly.

"Oh… Jalal… He can’t be… I love you baby, I am yours, I was always yours... You are who occupies me, my soul and my body… As long as you want it, and as long as you love me," she said.

"I know it, now I know it. You are not so easily gotten rid of me, not more, Meena!"

"Nor are you Nadir, nor are you…" And she smiled, "I felt your presence in last two days more than ever, here in our home and in my bed and especially in my heart…"

* * *

Meena prepared a little something for dinner and until late evening we talked about our life, our past days, our past months and years.
First, she assumed me that on Friday evening, when she got up before going to sleep and undressed, she spontaneously decided and wanted to tell me everything about the past week and meeting details with Jalal, while we were making love, but the situation went wrong.
Then we talked about others. About all the people who played a role in the last time in our life.
I spoke about Mitra, and Meena said she would like to meet her.
We talked about Jalal and what I and she, each one of us thought of him and the expectations of each of us from the relationship with him.
We talked about our Inclinations, desires, our erotic preferences that we were not sure, whether the other person would agree with, and we came to some results.
We talked about that everybody, man or woman is fighting a battle between selfish lust and wanting to be a person of decency and integrity.
But where is the border between these two meanings?
About the truth that men and women don’t know about each other.
I said that I knew that Meena and so many women like to be ruled up when it comes to sexuality.
This is the real feminism, as nature planed, I said.
Meena confessed that she loves the dirty talking while sex.
She said that she could fall off the orgasmic cliff if I had called her a slut or a bitch and such dirty names during sex, just as she's about to come.
And she told me that she believes any normal woman could be stimulated sexually when it comes to dirty talking.
She seemed almost apologetic.
'You know me, you know I'm not a feminist,' she told, 'But I am also not a submissive type, nevertheless I can't help it, that some such words make me insane. In a really good way.' and smiled, shyly.
Then she lowered her eyelids to the table. Then she emphasized that she knows some women love degrading sex, but this is not degrading.
Especially if a woman is bold and an independent woman outside the bedroom, inside the bedroom other rules prevail.
This has nothing to do with integrity, it means not that you like to be a sex slave or a whore.
She told that with Mansour, who in first instance actually bangd her, she had countless muddled thoughts permeated her typically razor-sharp brain, but fear and shame were the two emotions having the heaviest effect at the moment.
Tears welled in her still unfocused eyes.
She didn’t want to speak with me about, those days, definitely not.
But now she knows that it was a mistake.
She should have talked about it, then she would have suffered less.
She spoke about how her reluctance and fight had remained steadfast for quite some time, but eventually the altering agents, threats against her family, and Mansour's unwavering sexual prowess broke down every resistance barrier within her until she became his willing fuck toy.
But then after first time, she couldn't even stop herself from kissing him back.
Her body accepted Mansi as a real man who could possess her physically. But she knew that it was just her body, her physical existence. Then she realized that she couldn't control the animalistic impulses of her own body.
A single fat tear ran down her cheek as she talked about it.
Later, times at nights, she lay quietly in the dark next to me, pondering the situation and the nightmares that awaited her and her husband, me.
Between the various contacts with her husband and her uncle, who was her rapist, incomprehensible circumstances occurred that brought her into this terrible situation.
The guilt she felt at the moment was excruciating.
Then after a while her thoughts changed.
No, it wasn't her fault, it was the sexual talents of a powerful older man who had been locked up for the last few years.
Mansour’s massive cock and deviously experienced tongue were two of the most wickedly overwhelming utensils of sexual pleasure any sexually normal woman could ever experience.
And she, Meena, his niece, did - again and again.
Both assets of gratification and Mansour's powerfully rough hands had been on an unrelenting quest for her complete sexual submission throughout those dissolute nights.
Meena spoke about how her uncle had skilfully awakened her pussy to the highest limits of capabilities and easily brought her to numerous pleasurable orgasms before turning the tables and making the serious academic and respectable university lecturer beg for his cock like a cheap slut.
As Meena was speaking, my thoughts returned to her and what her mental condition must be like following those long nights.
The fight, battle, between selfish lust of her body, and her wanting to be a person of decency and integrity, her pain, her suffering and her collapse...
I put my arms around her and held her close, wanting her, desiring her.

"But" I wanted to know, "did you love him?"

"Those days I did not know. I thought I did, but now I am sure that not... I wanted him to possess me physically, I wished and let him to bring me to climax as often as possible, my body loved those dirty games..."

"Do you want him again," I questioned, "would you do it again with him if he was still alive and here?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can answer that right now. But I know that I wanted you to know and decide about it. Mansi is so far away. There is no chance for us to see him again."

My mind went to an image of Meena that first time with Mansour back in our house. In my vision of them, I could see her pulling up her skirt around her waist and removing her panties as Mansour stood over her unbuckling his belt.
My cock was fully hard by then and I wanted to fuck Meena at once.
I began to strok the inside of her thigh, working my way to the crotch of her panties.
She was so wet! Meena was soaking wet from her memories of Mansour!
The memories of their time together and her sexual experiences with him still with her, I thought.
As I felt the softness of her nylon covered pussy, she began to tug at her skirt, just the way I had imagined her with Mansour.
Meena ripped off her panties and lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs to receive me.
I plunged my hard cock into her wet, slippery pussy. Damn, it felt so good.
After we had finished, I held her close for a long time.
I was surprised that I had become so aroused by her confessions and memories, but this time without worry to lose her, without jealousy, because I knew now where is the border, where I am standing for her and what and how she feels about me.
Pleased that she trusted me with such a heavy burden that she carried.
I loved her even more then, at that moment, as I realized again how much we can enjoy still more the sex, with each other and with others...

* * *

I thought about other couples, are there many who have such inclinations, so open to each other, if not, why not? why should one forgo so many unfounded, self-generated prohibitions and obstacles to enjoyment in such a short time that one has for life, our drop-life phase of being, the only phase of existence in which we separate ourselves from mother ocean and become an independent ego?
Many of the men are critical of women like Meena, calling them all sorts of derogatory names, even in this and similar sites.
At the same time many men think of husbands of these women as spineless wimps.
Others are like me-aroused by the thought of other men experiencing sex with a woman they love.
What, I wonder, would the response of those men be if they experienced the same thing that I did with Meena?
Just trust, trust in each other, in the inclinations and desires of yourself and your partner and believe in each other.
To be one with him or her, which is really possible if you are honest with yourself and your surroundings...

* * *

After that before sleeping, we were lounging in bed, making out, engaged in hot pillow talk and fantasy play.
We both were narrating our phantasies and thoughts of Meena making love to others, while I was fingering her.
She was incredibly aroused, wet, and had two intense orgasms in fairly short succession as I played out my fantasies of her engaging in hot, dirty sex with Mansour.
I felt a combined sensation, like my heart might stop; light-headed, hot, short of breath, and the simultaneous intensity of arousal and lust,incongruent with hearing my wife tell me that she'd cheated on me.
My cock was throbbing, and my balls ached.

Meena said, "Did you like that baby? Did you like hearing me tell you all about fucking others?"

I managed to croak out a hoarse, "Yes. It was so hot sweetie..."

After that, she rolled toward me and pushed me onto my back.
I felt my cock was twitching, pulsing, and my balls ached with desire.
Meena kissed and licked my face then she got on top of me.
My cock was rock hard, and I really wanted to fuck her, and she was grinding her pussy against my stiffness.
I was on the verge of cumming and she sensed it.

She was looking into my eyes, and kept talking about Mansor, "You know that, my uncle Mansour was such a dirty boy. He always wanted me to fuck him when he was here, like I was some kind of little whore..."

I unloaded in Meena at that moment, pumping my balls dry into her.
I asked if she wants me to finish her too.

Meena said, "no, not now."Then out of the blue, Meena blurted out, "Do you want to know about my opinion about a relation to Jalal?" 

I thought about it for a moment, she continued, "You know, Jalal is different, he is not Mansi, he is softer, more romantic, a mixture of you and Mansour perhaps, if I may say so, if I am allowed to choose one of them for sex I will not hold back for a moment from choosing Mansour, although I do not yet know Jalal's qualities...?"

I finally responded, "I understand."

"Maybe then, should I happen, accidentally, to know him better, I will change my mind about it," she Added and giggled.

"You can't leave things like that to chance, my dear lady!" I smiled.

Meena said: "I didn’t fucked Jalal. But I guess he knows now more about me, and my expectations. He wanted me to hang out with him and his plans for his future life, but he knows now, He knows that we, me and you, are one and we don’t want to go any separate way, and she added, with him I could not have any deep physical relation because of this. I would have been bothered by the feeling of betrayal if I had been more deeply involved with him. I would have had more the feeling that I’m cheating on you."

Kneeling beside me, Meena went on, with her hand on my thigh, "You know it is fun to dance and flirt with him. Even more, but he is Jalal, a good friend, may be a good lover for bed but not more. I didn't really want to go with him as my man, so perhaps he was and is disappointed, but I didn't and don’t care, out unit, mine and yours, must not
be disturbed or even touched, he understood that, just like when Mansour understood that..."

Meena set the scene telling me about her sexual desires after discovering some of her hidden desires while Mansour time, which I knew partly but we and specially she had never spoke about so straight. She said she enjoys a passionate time with older men. I didn't ask earlier but I knew this now it became reasonably obvious.
If an older man delivers the dominant forceful sex, Meena admitted would be what she will enjoys the best.
It was her description of how much she loved the loss of control the dominance and even the unpredictable use...
That touched me deeply and at the same time excited me again.
What she emphasized again and again, however, was that this only applies to light aggressive form in erotic moments and during sex, and under no circumstances should it be mixed with brutality, much more controlling...

She spoke: "The main reason why I was so drawn to Mansi, apart from the fact that I always saw him as my dear, nice uncle, was that firstly he made me aware of what my body wants and needs, but please don't mix up this with feelings like love, which he later understood and had to accept. And secondly, he was almost the kind of man who could give me that. I love you but you are too nice Nadir, you are not a wild person, you cannot be a beast, a wild animal…
I think it was the taboo that fascinated me so much, my uncle, the idea that I am at his mercy, being used, being a total slut for him. It was an amazing feeling. I felt like he ‘owns’ me, my body at those certain moments.
The amazing feeling that he could use me however he wanted. There was nothing I could do to stop him… It felt so… Hot and wonderful… I have always been a good girl for you, Nadir. It was amazing to just be a wild slut for Mansour. Really wild!
You are too civilized as they say these days. But I love you so much that because of my love to you, I can do without going to bed with a wild, primitive animal/human.
Having sex with you is different but for me it's like being in heaven, and I can be satisfied with it, if you want.
For you and my love for you, I will give up everything, I swear. I can't live without you, but I certainly can live without other kinds of sex..."

I thought about my young wife, this was not so clear to me, her this side of personality. I had a hunch, a sense, but nothing more.
Not that profound. I was reassured that this inclination was only sexual and physical, and had nothing to do with love generally, and her for me, especially.
Knowing that the rest of the world observed her as an attractive, gifted academician, university lecturer and conservative soon-professor.
Only I was aware that when she allowed her outward, caring professional persona to be unmasked, a sexual, sometimes kinky tigress resided beneath the cloaked image. I was the very thankful beneficiary of that side of my sexy wife's divergent personality...

* * *

On Tuesday I stayed at home again.
Meena had to work for a short time, only until 2 p.m.
Right after breakfast, before she left, I showed her all my hidden cameras!
I've wanted to do that since the day before when we opened up to each other.
That I had installed such spy cameras in our house to observe her, didn't bother her at all.
She said that these cameras show how important she is to me, how much I love her, how much I desire her and how much I'm interested in her activities...

* * *

The thoughts that kept me busy the whole morning when Meena went to work were thinking about the reflections of events that changes our life. How a single event can alter the known and common relationships which runs before our eyes in the surface, in our societies, in our own four walls personally, or the others whom we may know more or less, or whom we do not know personally, and expose the darkest desires and passions hidden just beneath the surface.
After Mansour adventure in our life, out of curiosity and a need to know, I encouraged my wife, Meena, to reconnect with her inner desires and secret sexual demans.
Unknowingly, this decision unleashes a hidden side of her sexuality.
As she is drawn into her this deep world of her being, she explores desires she never shared with herself, her consciousness. There was always for me a struggles between desire and humiliation. since I was back, I have only feared to lose control over the boundaries in our relationship. Now I was really relieved and the sky was as blue and clear as it had been for a long time.

* * *

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

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

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

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

I said, "I can't believe it's been so many years, the time has flown by, but you look better now than when you were twenty,"


"Oh, shut up Nadir, you're just saying that...no one looks better at 33 than they did at 20!" Meena giggled...

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Meena had just finished exercising.

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

"Hey Doki," he said. 

I saw that he was clearly surprised. I was supposed to be at work and in the hospital at that time.
I was surprised too that he is there.
I knew he will stop by but I thought he would call first.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked to the house, half expecting to see Meena staring out the window at us. I suddenly had the urge to implement my not yet fully thought-out and not yet fully developed plan.
Perhaps it was his apparent eagerness to get one more chance with her, and/or the idea that this might be his last chance with her before he is gone or before I prevent all this, or Meena has turned away from him forever in this regard.
Meena and I had already discussed the reality of what Jalal might expect as time goes on and agreed on the fact that whatever happens it wasn't going to be the case of a surprising visit.
Neither of us were looking for his visit before we discussed and planned and developed this. Above all, he should know what to expect and that I am the one who manages the situation.
But now, after this surprise visit from him, at this time and at our house before he goes away for a few days.
I thought about it and came up with a spontaneous plan.

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

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

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

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

"Just remember you are already in her heart as far as I know," I said over my shoulder as we headed inside.

"Really? are you sure? it is so beautiful to hear this from you, especially. I am happy to be a good friend for you two," he said, closing the door behind him.

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

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

"Yeah," came Meena's voice.

I nodded toward the stairs for Jalal to follow.

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

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

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

"Eeep!"Meena shrieked, tried to hide herself quickly behind the screen that always stood next to her bedside. 
She was wearing nothing but her stretch yoga pants.
"Nadir!" she said, peeking out from the side of screen with her arms folded over her chest.

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

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


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

"Sorry," he said.

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

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

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

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

"Hmm," Meena said, looking down.

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

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

I could tell Jalal glanced my way, but I maintained eye contact with Meena.
I walked up next to the screen and folded back the section she was standing behind.

"Nadir?!" she exhaled and immediately becoming flush as she reached for her own shoulders and turned a knee inward.

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

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

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

I guess Jalal realized and noticed what was going on, at the latest as I deliberately left them both alone.
It was now time for Menna to move.
She had to decide how to proceed. I expressed my opinion indirectly but clearly about the situation and now she had to decide what would happen.

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

"Mm, yes," she answered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meena bit her lip then turned back to look at Jalal.
I thought Meena was disturbed that something like that was happening in our bedroom.
Jalal approached Meena, she looked up at him, so he bent down and kissed her ear.
I heard her swallow as she breathed heavily in front of him. He took her by the chin and turned her head up and kissed her, and while doing so gently pushed down on her forearms, eliciting a muffled whimper from her.
Then he gripped her arms and held them behind her, making her little breasts thrust out and heave as she panted at Jalal.

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

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

"Ohhh," she exhaled softly and squirmed.

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

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

Meena's body immediately shuddered, then she immediately reached up to cradle Jalal's head as he nursed on her breast."Oh my...oh my god," Meena sighed, swooning forward and bracing her hands on Jalal's shoulders to keep from falling.

He stopped to hold her by the forearm.
Jala then turned her back to him.
Meena just swallowed and looked up in a daze, catching her breath.
I could watch clearly on monitor; Jalal was looking down at her ass.

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

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

"Meena, you got such a fine body,"

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

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

"Mm..g'g'ah," she stuttered softly.

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

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

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

He had a perfect view down her arched back as she stuck out her ass.
Jalal reached down and took Meena's ass cheeks, and squeezing them.

"Oh…" came her breathy whisper.

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

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

"More?"

"Yesss..." she said even softer. Meena swallowed nervously and looked to her side.

"I want you to keep touching me," she whispered.

Jalal ran his hand between her legs, and she twitched with a soft moan.
He gripped Meena's shoulder and put more effort into his rubbing of her spandex covered pussy.

"Mmmm," Meena moaned.

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

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

"Feels good and looks good," he added, supinating his hand so he was palming Meena from behind.
"Ohhh," she moaned, this time in her regular voice.

"Yeah?" Jalal asked.

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

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

"God that looks hot," I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and scoot them down a few inches, "Ohhhhh..."she groaned at it.
Jalal slid his open hand down the back of Meena's pants and began palming her bare pussy.

"Mmmm," she moaned shakily.

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

Meena was scooting her ass back at him with clenched teeth and droopy eyes, she was so wet that even I could hear the slick wet sounds of Jalal's hand wagging between her labia.
He pulled the back waistband of Meena's spandex to work more of his hand inside.

The sensation caused Meena to perk up with an attentive look and moan, "Oooohh".
"You are making me come," she quickly whispered.

Jalal was gripping her hip with one hand as he worked his other from side to side under the back of her spandex.
He took a step closer so he could better manage palming her wiggling pussy.
Meena strained her head up as she began to cry out in orgasm. As the first crashing wave hit, she began rising up on the balls of her feet as her pelvis and leg quivered uncontrollably. he just held her as she endured her orgasm.
Looking down he could see her ass jump and twitch against his hand.
As she started to come down Meena raised her head up, making little whimper and moaning noises as Jalal slowly rubbed her.

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

"Good?" Jalal asked.

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

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

Jalal stepped up against her ass and reached under her arms to cup both tits as he began humping up against her.
Meena moaned as she shoved and wiggled it out back against him.
She pulled away and looked down at Jalal's hands as they worked her tits, then looked up at him.
Jalal slid his hands down over her tummy and worked his thumbs under the waistband of her spandex yoga pants.

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

He placed her hand over the bulge in his sweats and she inhaled sharply.
She looked nervously up as her other arm fell to her side.
Jalal reached over and cupped one of Meena's naked breasts and she swooned on already unsteady legs.
"God… My god…"she whispered hotly, her eyelids fluttering.
She crooked her head back to look up at him, as if about to speak, when Jalal took Meena by the waist and turned her sideways to him.
He lowered his head and began sucking on her breast as he held her up with one arm wrapped around her naked back.

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

It was so erotic for me to see the sucking lips of some old man we hardly knew attached to my wife's little pink nipple.
"Jalal... suck my wife's tits," I groaned as I watched them on monitor.
Meena‘s head lolled over and her eyes found hidden camera as they dropped from the sensation of Jalal's sucking mouth on her breast.
He reached down and ran his hand over her spandex covered pussy mound as he continued mauling her breast with his mouth.

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

"Jalal take her," I groaned.

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

He suddenly stopped sucking Meena's breast and looked at her as he slowly palmed her crotch.
She was just panting at him as she caught her breath, pumping her her hips against his hand.
He pulled Meena to him and began kissing her, the visible action of his mouth indicating he was forcing his tongue into hers.
She immediately braced her hands against his chest and looked directly at camera in wide-eyed surprise as she exhaled her moaning breath into his mouth.
Meena was pushing at him, but Jalal wouldn't take no for an answer and only doubled down on his efforts, taking a sudden and tighter hold around her shoulders, pinning her arms tighter between them and giving her less leverage with which to push away from him.
Slowly, Meena began raising her knee up against Jalal's waist and locked her lower leg around him, at which point he reached around and grabbed her spandex clad ass and pulled her tighter against him, turning her taut and toned little back to my camera inthe process.
Meena was slowly pumping her hips against him, and I felt my cock twitch with a surge of pre-cum.
They necked and ground against each other like this for several moments when Jalal broke their kiss with a mutually breathy gasp for air only to begin biting at Meena's neck.

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

Meena was struggling to turn to look unnoticeable at hidden camera when Jalal suddenly began working his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants.
Her leg came down and she wavered against him as her body was manhandled.
"Mm," Meena swallowed nervously.
"Jalal... Jalal, please wait," she said, pushing him away.
Jalal leaned back from Meena, looking down at her like he wanted to either kill her or eat her.
She went to speak but he just spun her around, "Oh!" She gulped and looked back over her shoulder as he began tugging her yoga pants down over her hips.
"Ohhh," came Meena's shaky sigh. "Jalal..." she whispered nervously as her body moved from his efforts.

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

"Umph!" she grunted out loud, her head drooping.
He pushed again and her mouth opened wide. Meena looked to her side and Jalal began making small in and out movements.
He was still doing this when Meena faced forward again to look at my camera with agonizing lust in her eyes as she panted up at me.
Jalal jerked her hips in his grip and pushed forward and held."Ohhhh…. Goddd…!" she moaned loudly.
Jalal didn't stop to give her a moment but suddenly pushed forward again, interrupting Meena's attempt to breath her way through this with a throaty "Uhh…!!" She was left panting desperately as he eased out and fucked with small back and forth movements to work it back into her.
He stopped again, and held still, finally letting Meena catch her breath.
"Damn it, Jalal!..." she panted, turning her head as if to ensure he heard her. Meena crooked her head up to look at the camera just as he fucked into her again. "Oooghh!"she grunted, her eyes widening.
Then Jalal started to fuck Meena properly.
"He's fucking me... He's fucking me..." she looked at near hidden camera and whispered hotly to herself as her head bobbed around.
Jalal was gripping Meena's hips like a jackhammer as he fucked her pussy.
Her yoga pants barely down enough to allow for it.
Meena struggled to maintain eye contact with camera, and as she bounced around in front of me it became apparent she was trying to say something and breath at the same time.

"Meena?" I whispered to myself, as if she hears me.
"Mm mmmm…" she grunted steadily up at camera with anxious eyes as she was pumped.
She took in a giant breathy gulp of air and let out a forceful "Oh!!" then she let her head fall, as she was pumped and reached back to push at Jalal.
After a short moment that their wild intense fucking continued, Meena turned to Jalal and addressed him.
"Jalal... You gotta... Ugh! God! Fughhh!!" she pleaded.

He just gripped Meena's hips and kept fucking.
She shook her head forcefully, as she was mercilessly pumped from behind.
Again, she tried to get his attention. "Jalal... Jal-" but was cut off when he turned her face back to force another one-sided tongue filled kiss.
He pulled Meena to him and hugged both his arms around her as he kissed and fucked her, taking knee bending thrusts upward, each time bringing her heels off the floor.

I could only imagine the depth of his long, aggressive cock inside her enough to do the job ...

* * *

[Demeter]

Jalal devours Meena with passion and lust, full of desire and devotion ...

[Demeter]

Meena was letting out loud and throaty muffled grunts of "Ungm…Ungm…" into Jalal's mouth with his successive thrusting up into her.

"God…" I muttered at the sight and sound of it.
She managed to free an arm to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
Jalal took hold of Meena's waist and just kept fucking her.

Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she clearly mouthed, "Please,… too much... "

That was it.
I saw her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air.
Jalal gave Meena away a moment. Just enough for her catching her breath, too.

"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."

"What… what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath. "You okay, Meena?" he asked.

She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils.

"Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in his arms.

"You sure?" he insisted.

Again, she swallowed before answering, "Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was... that was relentless..."

I blinked at them on my screen, not sure what to make of it, should I go in and stop that?

He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face, "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah... Jalal..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt him from advancing on her, "Just...God... Just a second, okay?"
When she could, Meena mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at my camera, her rapid breath Hard, I saw.

"What is it? What should I do" I asked myself, but actually my question concerned her.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

"Of course, Meena. Whatever you say, babe," he said softly and asked, "Should we stop? Don't you want...?"

I glanced at Jalal and noticed he is watching her intently if he is worried.
He pulled away to stare down at her.
Meena just looked back up at him, biting her lip, if she is not sure what to answer.

"Did I do something wrong?" Jalal asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward door.,  "I didn't mean…"

"Jalal," Meena said, still staring at him, "Today's not a good day for me... If you know what I mean, I have some pain..." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at my camera, waiting for his reaction.

I suspected that it is a day or two before her period and that is why her genitals are so sensitive.

"You mean is there a risk of pregnancy?" Jalal asked.

"No, no, not for me, I am safe… " she smiled, "but you are very... you go very deep... I mean your…" Meena added shyly and continued, "that's good, it's very nice but these are days when I'm very sensitive..."

"Aha... Doki is... I mean you're used to something different..." Jalal smiled.

"Somehow different..." she looked at the camera again, shyly again...

"Ohh… too painful? I am so sorry…" he was obviously bothered.

"Ehmmm, I am sorry baby…" she said up at camera again with sad eyes, "Kinda…"she said looking down to her side.

"Mmph," I groaned at her words.

"Aw," Jalal said, lazily looking at her, "Sorry Meena, I don't want you to hate me."

Meena turned her head to look back at him.
Jalal just stared at Meena.
She faced forward again, looking up at camera.
I sensed if she wanted to speak with me, 'To be honest, Nadir...I want it so bad right now, but he is too long and big. But I know you want see me... don't you.'I was in a bit of haze from the last minute.
Seeing Meena fucked so silly just two minutes before, and finally, her still acknowledging the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something, to let him...
Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, I knew that she cannot see me, but I nodded, because she was right.
She smiled up at camera but not so obviously that he could notice, making sure she stared long enough for me to notice the twinkle in her eye.

"So, should I leave Meena? What do you mean?" Jalal asked her.

Meena bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at him.
"It means, baby..." she said, looking at him smiling, "I mean, we going to do this, I want it, I want you badly…" with her eyes lingering on him, Meena turned and walked a step toward him.

She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard,

"Have a seat." Jalal went to speak, but Meena cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed."

Jalal climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his back against the headboard...
He watched with his mouth hanging open as she crawled up on the bed, instinctively raising up his left arm as she curled up next to him.
Meena stuck her tongue over her upper lip, pausing to look up at him, then took the base of his cock in her left hand, wrapping her ringed fingers over all the loose skin that made up the top of his nuts sack and slowly tugged it up over the root of his cock shaft.
Jalal's eye drooped and he let out a long sigh as his arm fall over Meena's shoulders.

I felt faint. 'Uhhh, Meena,' I mumbled.
She looked at Jalal, biting her lip as she lazily stroked the wide base of Jalal's cock shaft, the middle column of which was flexed prominently under her grip.
She held it out in front of her, examining the large head so closely she looked cross eyed.
"Have you enjoyed fucking me previously with this thing Jalal?" Meena whispered, giving the head a kiss, making it twitch.
"Oooh," he moaned. 
He was flexing his cock in Meena's grip.
She just stared at it, shaking her head.
"God... I'm going to have this big cock," she whispered. "Your big hard cock."
She started stroking it again and glanced over at him.

'Wow,' I said under my breath. I had a hard on.

Meena looked back down at it and slowly leaned closer, rapidly flicking her tongue.
"Yes... please…" Jalal groaned out as his head fell back against the headboard. 
"Yeah?" Meena asked softly, "feels good?"
"Ohhhh..." he groaned as she took went on.
Jalal rest a hand on the top of Meena's head waiting for her to contine.
She held still on him and began jerking all the loose nut sack skin in her hand up and down the base of his cock, glancing around.
"Mmmm," she moaned over it as she continued jerking Jalal's shaft. 
Meena tilted her head back to look at him, then returned her attention to his cock. While holding it up with her right hand, she began running the nails of her left hand over his entire nut sack and up the underside of his cock and back down again.
Jalal moaned out loud.
Meena grinned and bit her lip, tilting her head back to look up at him.
Jalal’s eyes were shut and his mouth hung open.
Meena began jerking the base faster, still straining to look up at him.
Jalal’s mouth opened wider.
She looked again at the head of his long dick and and began jerking the skin around the base of it faster and faster, once more stopping and staring at Jalal's eyes. She probably thought the whole time that I was watching her and her activity, although she hadn't looked in the direction of the camera for the last few minutes, probably so as not to draw Jalal's attention to it.
She stared at him as she slowly stroked his now very hard dick, her shoulders rising and falling with her excited breath.
For a moment I noticed that she had turned her hand slightly and glanced down at her wedding rings.
I didn’t know if Jalal noticed that. It was a very stimulating and erotic glance.
But unfortunately only lasted a short time.
But then another sinfull movement from her occurred. Meena looked at him  and flicked her ring at him with a sexy squint of the eyes.
Then she stared again at her left hand as she slowly rolled it up and down Jalal's length.
Her rings glinting bright against the wet brown skin of his thick shaft.
He moaned again and Meena turned to look up at him. 

"You like fucking a married woman, Jalal?" she asked, jerking him.

"Hell yess, if her name Meena is…" he whispered back to her.
He was slowly pumping his hips up into her hand.

"Yes? Young married women? Do you like married Meena? Do you want to stuff this big cock, inside Meena’s little pussy and make her scream and beg for more?"
"Meena..."I said, my mouth hanging open as I leaned toward monitor.

I felt like my boner was going to explode at any moment.
She just stared back at him as she jerked Jalal's cock.

"Hell yes…" he groaned in response.
"Mak her cum? Oooh!" Meena said through pursed lips as she stared at his cock in her hand. 
"Shaking me up and down on this big, long cock! Ohhh!" she groaned, quickly engulfing the head with a whimper and then holding it to look at again.
"You want to fuck my little pussy Jalal, you wanted it since you saw me for first time, and now you are here with your big cock. Mmm'ahhh," Meena moaned as she stared at it. 
"I'm holding your big cock in my bedroom. Uhhh! Ohhhh my God..." Meena moaned as she looked at the big head.

I nodded as I stared at screen and rubbed my crotch.

"Oooh!" she moaned. "…baby..." She looked up at Jalal.

"Going take care of your cock Jalal," she whined sexily at him as she jerked his shaft. Then, looking back at it, "Take care of it with my little pussy..."

'God!' I gushed, feeling my eyes droop.
'Uhhh… God, Meena,' I groaned. 'I like seeing your pretty little face while you take care of it... Of his big, hard rofd…' I stammered in a lust filled daze.

She bit her lip at him with an, "You like watching me take care of this cock?"
"Yeah," he nodded through half closed eyes.
"Yeah?" she asked with honest sincerity in her eyes.
"I made it all hard and now I'm gonna take care of it... Like a good girl, Jalal…" and watched slightly trembling, shining head of his dick.
"Ummm!" Meena gasped instinctively using her upper lip to clear the saliva that had formed over her bottom lip and swallowing as she exhaled through her nostrils, looking at the cock in her hand. She tilt her head back to look at Jalal as she lazily stroked his shaft. 
"This okay?" she asked, gently cupping his egg-sized nuts and olling them in her tiny hand like a pair of Boading balls.
Jalal just look back at her with lustful hazy eyes.

'God damn that's sexy looking,' I said under my breath.
'Goddd!' I said under my breath, staring at Meena like a dreamer.
I was a witness the whole time that Meena now dominates the scene.
She was doing whatever she wanted with him and me.
Meena stopped and spit into her left hand, then began jerking his cock from top to bottom, getting another groan from Jalal as he lifted his head to look down at her.
His cock had become super rigid in Meena's slickened grip.
Even me could hear it.
She jerked him faster, looking at him as she did with an increasingly furrowed brow.

"What's a mature man doing with such a big cock?" she whispered hotly at the large head she was rolling in her palm.Jalal just stared down at Meena with his mouth hanging open as she stroked him.
"Fuck that hot ass pussy," he mumbled with half closed eyes.
"Oooh…yeah?" Meena whined, tilting her head to look back at him.
"Fucking my little hot pussy? Fucking me good? Mmmm!" she moaned turning back to look at it as she stroked it.

I coulnt stand it longer, her gaze, her wedding ring and her playing with that larg dick and above all her words, her unspoken request to be taken from his boner, were too much for me. I reached down and and freed my throbbing hard on and started jerking.
It didn't take long before I squirted in my fist, and had to reach for some paper towels over my desk.
Jalal just sat as he was, breathing heavy as he stared down at Meena.

"I just...want to get in your hot married pussy Meena, you know?" he said looking down at her. "Meena?" he asked.
Meena bit her lip and gave him an anxious gaze in return to what he had said.
"I wanna fuck your married, hot pussy," he said, pumping his hips up.
This got Meena's attention and she resumed slowly stroking him as she looked back at him.
"God Jalal," she whispered at him.
"I can stop... if it is painful… I promise," he said to her.
"Byby," Meena said softly, reaching to caress his cheek.
"I wanna get inside you Meena," he stammered, flexing his cock in her hand and causing her to look at it.
“Ohhh…" came her quivering sigh.
She looked back at his dick, bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continued stroking him. 
She very slowly began pushing and pulling her hips.
"Can you take me inside you again?" he asked softly.
"Ehmmm," Meena whimpered faintly.
Then after pausing a moment, she nodded to him.
"Yeah? Do you let me?" he asked.
Meena took a deep breath and nodded again, looking from him to the cock she was stroking and back to him again, an earnest look in her eyes.

'God that's sexy.' I whispered.

Jalal scoot back to sit against the headboard.
Meena stayed as she was for a moment, then sat on one hip, then scoot back where she was, curled up next to Jalal on his left.
She took his cock in her left hand and slowly stroked it as she stared at it, "Oh my God," she sighed at the long dick, then flicked her head, tossing her hair over to one side.
"Did you want doing that to me, Jalal?" she asked, not bothering to look up at him.
"Hell yeah," he exhaled as he looked down at her.
"Yes?" Meena moaned as she jerked his cock head faster with a loose grip.
She turned to look up at him. 
"You like fucking me good and hard and making me take all this big cock? mmph…God!" Meena whimpered.

After a few more minutes of stroking she began jerking the base wildly, gettin a steady low groan from Jalal.
"Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.
"I'm about to cum, Meena" he groaned.
Jalal moaned louder. 
"Mmmm… Come on," Meena moaned stroked hard, staring at Jalal's cock as she jerked it silly.
"Oh yee'... Ohh!!"
"Mmmm!!"
Jalal suddenly tensed up, flexing his calves, and then began to cum, "Ohhhh Goodddd!! Oh my Goddddd that is ssoooo goood!!" 
Meena frantically jerked the base of his cock as his shaft flexed and pulse with seminal delivery.

'Oh Goddd...' I stammered, beside myself with lust. 

Jalal just writhed against the headboard as she jerked him silly. Jalal's cock pulsed in her jerking grip and several ropes of cum shot over her eye and forehead and in her hair, getting another, "Oh!" from Meena and causing her to reflexively rear back, blinking.
She took a deep breath and took the head of his rod as she milked the cum from it. 
Jalal's convulsing hips was the only movement from him, holding each time to squeeze them up, only to quickly release and immediately squeeze up again. 
Again Meena breathed in deep and popped as she jerked Jalal's cock, drops of cum flinging from the end of it.
The mess on her face was dripping from her forehead and down her cheek and hanging from her chin as she stroked him.
Another thick rope of cum suddenly pulsed out and lapped across her open mouth, just coating her bottom lip and chin with a sheen of sperm.
"Oooh!" she whined sexily.

Meena just stared at her tiny cum covered fingers as she rolled them up over the head of Jalal's cock.
When she finally stopped she swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and looking around as strands of cum dripped from her face and hung from her chin. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up at Jalal.

"You cum a lot," she said, blinking at him as she slowly stroked the head of his cock, "Wow."
Meena's face was a mess. It was dripping with cum. 
“Damn," he said, staring down at her, then let his head fall back.
"Mmmm," Meena moaned. 
"Did I do a good job for you Jalal?" she asked softly, turning to look up at him smiling as she gently smacked the head of his penis against her cheek.
"Hell yeah," he sighed without opening his eyes. 
"Yes?" she asked, giving the head of his penis a breif stroke.
"Oh!" he moaned.
Meena exhaled a weary smile as she turned back to his thick still partly erected stem  in her hand.
"I enjoyed serving your big cock," Meena spoke softly.
Then she squeezed up the shaft and over the head and a thick glob of semen came out.
Meena bit her lip with a worried looking "Mmmm!", she said and then looked deeply at his softening organ.

Meena reached for the night stand next to her and took some paper towels and cleanedmher hands, but not her face.
Then she just rolled over onto her back with her arms flung out and sighed.
It was so hot to see her relax with semen streaked across her face. She had a glass of water on the night stand and Jalal leaned over her to reach it.
He took it and gave Meena.
"Thank you," she said, propping herself up to take a drink, finishing the glass in three gulps.
"Can I use your bathroom? " Jalal asked and got up. 
"Yes, sure," and showed him the door.

I thought yes, Meena didn't want to have real sex with him anymore, at least not today, because of discomfort and pain she felt before…
Jalal came back after one minute. I could see his dangling, long cock was still half erect. 
Meena noticed this too and smiled.
Then he lay back down on the bed.
Meena turned to look at him and then grabbed his penis and gently caressed it. 
The big stem flinched briefly and became noticeably harder.
"Obviously he wants some more attention,"Meena said and giggled.
Then she got up.
We, Jalal, there near her, and me, in front of my screen, watched Meena as she sauntered over to her closet, her spandex clad ass swaying from side to side.
She grabbed something from her closet, then walked toward bathroom saying, ”Just a Moment.”

It didn't even take two minutes for her to return.
She was wearing the gift he had given her, her sexy lingerie. 
And how sexy and seductive she looked in it! She was simply hot. 
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have changed anything except for using a dark red lipstick. "You look great, baby... I knew...," Jalal mumbled as he stared at it.

I could see that his big rod was slowly waking and rising up again.
 
Meena, for sure too.
"Yeah?" Meena asked, still looking at him seductively, "I like it, thank you.  You wanted to see me in it, now I am here…" and spun around for him and showed him back her shapely formed backside.

Suddenly an idea came into my head. 
I took my phone and called Meena on her cell phone. I watched as she immediately noticed my name on screen and answered it.

“Meena, tell him that I got a call and am leaving and you could enjoy your time without interruption," I said.
“Really? Okay…." Meena whispered a little hoarsely, and quickly stopped the conversation on her phone.

I wanted to tell her that I'm staying there and continue watching them, and she should just say that to him. But our contact was dead. I thought that she obviously thinks I must leave for hospital because an emergency, that meant
she is thinking that they were really alone.
I have to admit something here; When I showed Meena my enhanced cameras, I intentionally didn't say that I always save the recordings and check or look at them later. 
At that moment, I was embarrassed enough to even show them and admit that I was spying on her. And she didn’t about recording.  My impression was that she thinks that the cameras only transmit the images at the moment and can only being observed live and that there is no recording function.
So, she couldn’t have known that I could also look at her activities later.
After that Meena turned to face Jalal and went to his bedside, which was actually mine!
She told him that I had to leave, and I am not at home more.

Then she spoke, “we are alone  baby... completely alone at home, now," the, she lowers herself down to him.
"It's great, I'm glad we're not disturbed..." he said and stretched his hand toward Meena and pulled her to him in for a deep kiss.
While kissing, Meena took his hand and guided it up to her mound. 
I was sure so he could feel how wet she was.
Meena let out a moan.
Her pussy was obviously soaked and was crying out for attention.
I guessed that Jalal realized that and immediately wanted to himself, drop to get a taste, but he waited.
He wanted to prolong the Moment and enjoy it, for sure, I thought.
His arm wrapped around her, he placed his left hand on the side of her rib cage, inches from her right breast.
Meena leaned more forward and rest her hand on his lower thigh. 
Without saying a word, it takes no time for both of them to start running their hands slightly. 
Her nails lightly scratching the skin just below his dick when she moved her  fingers a bit higher but this time under his prick causing him to start breathing a bit heavier.
He was sitting upright now, and his hands were running up and down from the  back of her shoulder blade around to her rib cage, grazing the side of her breast here and there. 
Meena sat down on the bed opposite him and looked at him, while he was playing around her breast with his fingers. 

"Are you enjoying this? kiss me, kiss me Jalal like you have always wanted to...“ whispered Meena with a seductive look on her face and with a sensual voice and so much feeling and desire that I knew right away, she is the opinion and believes that I left the house.
They were sitting there, practically only a few centimetres apart.
I knew that if something bothers me then it's my own fault. I could and can stop it at any time I thought but did I want to? No, definitely not, not at this Moment.
Jalal moved in slowly and briefly hesitant, looking into her eyes as she poked her tongue out to lick her lips when he moved in.
Their lips met for the first time without my disturbing presence, at least Meena  thought about that at the moment, for sure.
It was the beginning, just a regular kiss but the softness of her delicious wet lips pulled him back in, this time locking in place.
Meena placed her hand around the back of his head. She was enjoying it obviously based on how tight she was pulling in as they opened their mouths allowing their tongues to meet. 
They were kissing like they have both needed this. They were kissing each other so perfectly in sequence like they have done this a million times.
Meena moved her hand to grab his fully erect penis. 
They stopped kissing for a Moment.
“You like that, baby?"she asked, knowing the answer and began to stroke his big dick.
"Oh… god, Meena… that feels amazing..."almost panting as he responded.
Meena pulled his foreskin back then pressed her thumb pressing down and began to circle around the tip of his cock, gliding easily from the pre cum. 
Jalal kissed her once more before he started to kiss her neck and collarbone. 
That made her nipples harden which were now out of her revealing negligee. 
Meena went closer to him and used her free hand to pull one of her tits completely out of her nightie.
I could see my wife’s puffy nipple as Jalal moved his hand towards Meena’s exposed, hot and soft tit and give it a squeeze. 
Meena’s body jolt as he played with her nipple, her mouth wide open trying to stay quiet and her eyes were closed. 
As if he can't wait any longer to suck on it, with a quick bite of her nipple and swirl of the tongue around it, he then took as much of it in his mouth and start sucking on it.
I could sense the pure ecstasy of them both.
As Jalal took in and caressed my beautiful wife’s breast, he slowly began to run hand down  the right slide of her body, briefly stopping at her hip when he started to feel her skin. 
Then his attention shifted from his mouth sucking on her tit to the placement of his hand when he began to tickle the inside of her thigh, tracing his fingers in and around as he stopped to tease her some more when his fingers made contact with her genitals.
She moved one knee sideways to give him better access, a subtle hint for him to move his fingers in more. They slid around from the smoothness of her skin.
Her body quivered letting out a sigh before she leaned in using both of her hands and grabbed both sides of his face to pull herself in closer for another passionate kiss. Hot and sensual, Meena and Jalal were back to making out, this time with more desire. 
The sounds they both made clearly dictated they both want more. 
I could sense a wave of jealousy flowing through my whole body. 
What did I do? I thought and told myself… On the other hand, my hard-on was denying my thoughts and was about to explode. 
I wanted it to continue. I wanted to see her surrendering herself to him and  wanting to see him conquer her and possess her femininity, just for that moment... until we are all satisfied.
She paused then firmly pushed on his chest, almost holding him to bed as she moved in.
Their bodies press against each other, her tits squeezing against his and her hard nipples poking into him. 
She lifted her leg up to place it on his when her mouth parted from him and her lips begin to move lower.
I could sense that this gave Jala goosebumps of pleasure as Meena’s wet lips and soft tongue explore neck and chest of him. 
With her leg bent, he moved his hand in closer, to slide a finger in her juicy pussy.

The Moment he started this, she spoke up, "Ohhhh, Jalal, baby, just don't stop, I love… I love…" letting out a sigh as Jalal’s one finger, then two sink right into her gushing cunt.
"I love you too my Meena, I love you too…” he spoke hoarsely.

Did I hear right; Did she say I love you? Did my wife tell this old man that she loves him?

“Yes… Yes… Ohhh… Jalal, baby…please make me…. I love your… I love your fingers in me…" Meena moaned and again continued to kiss him...

I was now a little relieved, she said she loves what he was doing, but maybe he intentionally interpreted it differently...
Meena was still kissing him as her hand reached down to his hard cock and rubbed his shaft softly. 
I could see that his dick was soaked from the oozing pre cum.
Their breathing intensified obviously as Meena slid her left leg over Jalal’s right side to prop herself on top of him and began to dry hump him. 
I guess Jalal could feel the wetness and form of her pussy gliding up and down his cock that so desperately needed to go into depth of her vagina, again.
I must admit that I was very impressed by his stamina and condition. 
I would have cum at least twice by then, if I had had any time at all.
She reached back and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand as she straddled back and forth. 
I imagined he will cum before they even fully get going, she was a tease yet incredibly sexy.
Jalal grabbed her by the hips as she straightened herself up and gave him the look of love, submission and anticipation, before slowly pulling off her nightie completely. Jalal’s eyes were locked in on the increasing visible bare skin the higher she lifted it.
The bottom of her boobs caused it to get stuck for a moment and he took this as his queue to help. 
He slid his hands up her exposed stomach until he reached the bottom of her boobs and push the nightie over them, allowing her to pull the entire thing off.
The look in his eyes says it all, Jalal was completely in awe.

“Jalal, baby, no one has ever looked at me like you," Meena moaned, “at least not for a long Time,” she added with joy, as if the pleasure he was getting from my wife was her biggest compliment.

Meena was now completely nude. 
Jalal reached up to feel both of her breasts, he gripped them and moved them in counter and counter clockwise motion, using his thumbs to graze her nipples in the process. 
Meena’s body trembled with pleasure and she grinded a bit faster, then she reached down to stroke his cock once again. 
I guessed his cock was soaked from both their pre cum, for sure.
Then she lovingly jerked his big stem off while she began to lower her upper body to him and slowly kisses all parts of his upper half in the process.

"Meena, get comfy and lie on your back." Jalal whispered.

In thought he wants to prevent his cumming, too soon.
Unsure exactly why, Meena just didn’t as she was told and began to spread her legs.
Jalal stopped for a moment to admire the sight of her dripping wet pussy right in front of him in her marital bed. 
Nothing has ever looked so delicious, hot and kinky to me.
Jalal was about to move in when he looked back up at her.

"I'm going to taste you now, Meena, I want to taste your juices, your sweet juices…" then he added hoarsely, ”Just lay back let me pleasure you, be sure to tell me if you want me or don't want me to stop anything at any point, okay?"

And without giving her time to answer, he griped her hips in the perfect position when he took his first lick from the mound of my wife.
I looked at them as his tongue bristles right through her damp, right into my wife’s soaked cunt. 
Jalal dug his long and fat tongue in deep to saviour the first taste as he suctioned his lips tight to the lips of her vagina. 
He absorbed everything in, sucking in the juices of my wife’s pussy and I knew  she tastes incredible.
Jalal swirled his tongue inside my wife’s vagina with no intent of stopping as he slid one of his hands at a slow pace from her hip towards her pussy. 
His fingers trailed around the edge of her mound as his tongue lashed inside before digging his long middle finger inside of her.
Entirely focused on the inside of Meena’s legs until they quivered, and he briefly looked up at her but they didn’t make eye contact. 
Her eyes were closed and mouth wide open as she attempted to stay quiet.
Meena began to grind her hips adding more rhythm when Jalal started to rub her clit with his big thumb, then she let out a moan.  Juices continue to flow when she grabbed his other hand and pulled it to her chest.
He squeezed her left breast, her nipples felt obviously like rocks as he continued to eat out her pussy.

"Stop. Hold on, one sec, baby… Jalal, please!" she burst out as she pulled herself back.
He asked if everything is okay.
"Yes…oh god, yes!" she promptly responded with a smile before pulling her clothing completely off.

Jalal’s focus switched from her pussy as his face drew towards her breasts momentarily.
Meena suggested they switch sides and began to adjust her body on top of Jalal as he slid onto his back. She straddles his stomach, then she slid her hips higher until she reached his face and planted legs on each side then she glid the lips of her vagina onto her lips. This was not my Meena! She was always too shy to primarily suggest or do such a sex act!
Meena set herself down, leaving his mouth with nowhere to go but her vagina. 
Jalal placed his hands on the cheeks of Meena’s ass and pulled her in even tighter as she supported herself by leaning against the headboard of the bed.
I could see that Meena’s tits rubbing the top of his head and he began to rub down the middle of her ass when she hunched back and reached towards his cock. She continues to rock herself back and forth with his mouth buried inside
of her as she strokes her shaft.
Meena let out a scream before pulling herself back again. She quickly slid herself down his body and began to grind his raging boner as he pulled her in for another passionate kiss.
I could sense and guess at this moment his cock and Meena’s pussy lips met together. I have to admit that after first ejaculation I was hard again! And this was after not more than some minutes from my first cumming, very strange
and rare.
Her grinding came close to a complete stop as he attempted to thrust his cock in deeper. I seemed to me, that finally his urge to be inside of her again intensified knowing it won't be long until they find the right spot.
Meena leaned in towards him and buried his face with her tits and Jalal began  immediately to suck on them."Oh my God," she moaned out as her breathing picked up.
Her nipples hardened as he switched back and forth between sucking and nibbling on them. 
Meena’s grinding briefly stopped. She straightened her back, her breasts depart from his mouth before she planted her hands down on his chest when his cock slid deeper inside her pussy. 
I guess Jalal was unable to control his immediate reaction, he thrust his hips upwards into her body...
Meena put all of her body weight down onto him, until the most part of his long cock entered her before she fully engulfed it.
She began to grind back and forth slowly and then she grabbed both of his hands and pulled them towards her hips as pace of her grinding increased.
Jalal turned his attention upwards again to see the look of enjoyment on her face with her tits flopping around.
He tightened his grip on her hips as they continued to go harder, There was pure pleasure for the two of them.
It seemed if the only thing that mattered for this old man and my young wife, was the fact they were having sex after so many days of restraint.
I was fully erect and I thought if I touch my dick, I’ll explode. I know he won't last much longer but before he could ask her if he should pull out, she piped up.

"Oh God…it is amazing, your dick feels amazing, Jalal..." with an increased voice.
"Baby, I'm going to cum soon..." he told her before he cut off by both her words and her convulsing pussy suffocating his cock.
"Don't stop, Jalal! Don't stop, I'm going to cum any moment too. Cum inside me, just cum inside me!" she cried in that tone that a captain makes and a sailor instantly obeys.
"OK, here it comes. baby, I'm gonna cum any second now!" he told her.
"Me too, baby! Meeeee tooo, ohhhhh!" Meena yelled.

Their bodies freeze for a moment, and I thought that his jizz dripping out and fill inside of my wife.
At that moment I without thinking grabbed my penis and started jerking it wildly.
It took not more than some seconds until I squirt explosively for the second time in the last twenty minutes...
There was a brief moment of silence.
They both lay there without saying anything. Then Jalal began to gently stroke Meena's upper arm, first her close upper arm and then her left breast and nipple.
Meena giggled briefly and withdrew; I thought it tickled. But then she turned to the side, to him, then she looked down watching his cock, his still long but slightly sleepy rod. Then she reached sown and began to stroke it tenderly.
Jalal also slowly turned to her.

"No discomfort?" he asked while starting to caress her breast again.
"No discomfort... it's nice and long, it can penetrate very deep, but you have to be careful!" she smiled.
"Sorry, I will keep it in check," Jalal replied, "he'll have to hold back."
"No, no... I don't want that. I always want him like that. So powerful and strong."
Then she bent down and briefly kissed the wet head of his prick.
"He's great and I love him very much." Meena whispered.
Then she sat up and started kissing Jalal.
After a minute or so, Jalal pulled back, "how much time do we have left?" he asked.
“You mean you could…?" Meena asked in surprise so that she doesn't believe it.
"Baby, we don't have much time, in some weeks I am leaving and we don't know when and how often, Doki allows us such incredible moments, we have to take advantage of it..." Jalal spoke, "besides, I'm old but not that old."
"You're incredibly fit and potent for your age, Jalal. Many young men don't have that kind of strength and stamina," Meena said admiringly as she reached for his cock again.
"Isn't Doki good enough? I mean sexually are you with him..." Jalal tried to ask.
"Yes, yes, we have a normal sexual relationship, and I am very happy… He is not that big down there, but normal... Maybe not so often in a row either…" Then she continued a little shyly, "You know, after a few years of marriage it is normal that the sex is not as passionate as it was at the beginning… I will try to arrange for us to meet as often as possible, pity you have to leave."
Meena changed the subject from our sex life and my quality, as she stroked his now slightly erect cock and looked down at it, "He's awake again... wow..."

At that moment I was jealous again and slightly hurt, my ego was somehow irritated and I thought I finally had to intervene.
I quickly called Meena on her cell phone, "Is he still there? I'll be home soon, darling," I told her.
“Yes, Jalal is still here but he is leaving." She looked at his direction and nodded.

Jalal nodded too and got up got his shorts and moved for bathroom.
Meena interrupted the call and got up too while asking Jalal if he needed anything.
The door to bathroom was half open and he answered, “No, nothing baby, everything ok, thank you…”
When he came back after a minute, Meena already had her panties in her hand and was moving towards the bathroom.
"I wait wait downstairs," Jalal said. 
"Sure," she spoke.

In two minutes, he was standing downstairs in front of the door when Meena descended stairs. She was wearing jeans and a light summer top.
Meena walked over to him. 
"When are you coming back," she asked, reaching around his neck with her free arm.
"The day after tomorrow," he replied, taking Meena in both his arms.
When their hug seemed about to end, it didn't.
They were still for a moment; the only sound was their combined breathing.
I swore I heard Meena whimper. Almost simultaneously their arms tightened around each other.
Jalal ran his hand down over her shapely ass and pulled her to him.
This time her moan was unmistakable. Their hugging bodies slowly began grinding against one another.
"Jalal," Meena moaned softly, as she felt something.
"I still go..." he said, staring at her.
I felt my cock stiffen.
"Yes? He still needs me?" she asked and giggled, looking down at his pants.
She could see that he had an erection again.
"Ehmmm," he stammered as he stared down at her. 
"Unfortunately, we don't have time, but soon, I promise. When you are back please call me. I hope we see each other in the ranch at the latest, I am excitedmand waiting impatiently," She kissed him on the lips. and they both left together.
She led him to the front door.
They were standing in front of the door, and I hurried downstairs.

I tried to get out of the door so that I wouldn't be seen by the two of them who were now standing outside in the street by his car. I wanted to get into the garage and sit in the car.
After a short while Meena came back and went inside again, probably upstairs to tidy up the  bedroom...
I hurried into the house and then upstairs.
The door to bedroom was open and she was in bathroom. I heard her showering.
I turned and went downstairs and waited there.
After some minute she came down the stairs.
She saw me sitting on the couch, “Hi baby, you are already here… I didn’t hear you coming.”
I stand up and hugged her.
I touched her neck and then her lips with my fingers. the lipstick looked fresh, but not applied with her usual care, I noticed that her lips looked a bit swollen.

"Hi baby, Looks like you had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Somehow it was okay," she said if a little bit bored.
"Only okay? Not more?" I asked.
"I mean not bad, you know he is an old fellow," Meena said while walking towards TV.
"Meena, what are you saying? You spoke always he is so fit, and he looks…” I insisted.
"Yes, sure for his age but old is old…" she took the remote control and turned on the television.
"Old enough to be your father, I know this…" I said, lightly annoyed. 

I went cold. A fury spread unexpectedly through my body.
All traces of the sexual satisfaction I had previously, were gone.
Is she hiding again? Is she playing a role again?
I think at that moment my eyes bored into Meena.

"Is everything okay, baby?" she asked as she turned her haze toward me and sat on the couch.
"Ja, for sure, okay tell me how was it, what have you done…" I asked.
"Okay, let me… But you saw it…" answered Meena.
"I was gone long enough Menna, what happened then," I insisted.
She smiled and looked at me, then said, "I think if we keep talking about it, you have a boner and I'm really tired, it was nothing special, let's talk about it tomorrow," she said, looking at the TV picture.
"just a question..." I spoke.
"Please baby, we speak later about, besides, it was not so long, some minutes and after you called he left," she said, not looking at me.
"At least twenty minutes, evel half an hour was I away, was not enought for more action?" I insisted.
"Really twenty minutes? Okay we chatted most of the time, you know for a man in his age it takes time," Meena stated.
“But as I left, he had a new hard on," I argued.
"Uhhh, yes… but not enough for a real sex…" Meena mumbled then eased into silence.

I noticed as always in such an occasions, she didn't want to look at me.
I tried this time to stay calm.
This time I knew that I was more to blame, I led him to her, what did I expect?
It is true that I expected her to share everything with me and not hide anything.
But on the other hand, she always stressed that I could experience setbacks in my game.
I couldn’t expect everything to go the way I want, as she has previously repeatedly stated and warned me.
But I was still angry.
I tried to find out and give some reason why she was hiding something.
I came to the conclusion that she didn't want to hurt my pride and admit that he has a bigger and harder penis and more stamina and she had more fun with him, with this old man, and that she felt more feminine and a woman with him than with me, at least in my last time, months or even years.
Through these thoughts, a wave of temptation and anger ran over me again.

“Did he fuck you? Did he have an orgasm again? How? did you have an orgasm? Meena why don't you tell me what you had with that shitty man?" I was now obviously very angry.

“Why are you so aggressive, what is about you Nadir? what do you want to know, it was nothing special, you saw the most important part and are you not satisfied? Did not you cum? Was not that enough? What do you want to know? First you bring him to me in my privacy, our bedroom, when I'm standing there naked, then you leave me alone with him, and then you leave even the house for him to do what he likes, now you want to hear I tell how big his thing is and how horny he can handle it and how he can satisfy a woman, me, to know if he brought me to a specially high orgasm, you want me to admit that he fucked me silly and I enjoyed being fucked by him, then will you be satisfied for today?!
No, I don't want to talk about it, Nadir, I'm tired. Maybe later. If you really want me to mirror every second then, please, have patience, I'm very tired....”

Then she got up, walked to stairs and got upstairs.
I was a bit surprised, that wasn't the Meena whom I knew, always so tender and rather mild in her statements and responses.
What had happened?
Is that the Jalal effect?
No, I knew right away what the problem was. I made a huge mistake how could I have taken him into our private area, into our marital area, and marital bed, even worse: without asking her. I have insulted her, her pride, I have misused her love for me, our relationship and marriage, I misused her like a doll for a role in my play, even worse, like an instrument. I was so blind, it is clear that something like that would have consequences, especially for a woman like Meena, so proud and respectable.
How stupid was I?
Okay, she got some nice sexual satisfaction, but why not?
She went along with it and accepted it, but since I left the house, in her opinion, it was too much for her...

* * *

Meena didn't come downstairs and spent the whole time in the bedroom.
I think she was tidying up her wardrobe. I prepared a little something cold to eat and watched snooker matches in television for the next two hours.
Sitting there, I was thinking I made an unconsidered and wrong move today and lost the black ball with my most points in love snooker...
After that I went into my study and after an hour when I wanted to go to sleep, I noticed that she had already lain down…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

The next day was Wednesday. They both had to go to work and there wasn't much conversation at breakfast.
During Meena's lunch break Jalal called.

Jalal: "Hi baby, are you OK? No pain?" he laughed.
Meena: "You stupid man, the other way around, a nice feeling down there," she replied.
Jalal: "I'm glad, then he did well, I mean little Jalal."
Meena: "Yes, of course, but he's not that small, I can't complain," Meena laughed again.
Jalal: "He's still half-awake since then and is waiting impatiently to see you again."
Meena: "Are you coming back tomorrow?"
Jalal: "Yes, should I pick you up from work?"
Meena: "What are you planning again?"
Jalal: "First dancing and then come to my place..."
Meena: “You haven't forgotten that I'm a married woman, I hope,"
Jalal: "Do you think Doki has something against it? I don't think so,"
Meena: "Then call him, it's better if you ask him yourself,"
Jalal: "Maybe I'll do that too..."
Meena: "But it's good that you're doing it over the phone, because you never know how he will react, he's moody at the moment,"
Jalal: "Did something happen after I left? Should I be worried?"
Meena: "No... No... You know, I told him nothing about yesterday, and he was a little irritated, that was it."
Jalal: "Did he ask about it?"
Meena: "Yes, but it's my business whether I tell him or not, after all he started it with his stupid initiative..."
Jalal: "But seriously, what do you say to my suggestion?"
Meena: "I say no, Jalal, I'm sorry, but you must not forget that despite everything, I love him more than anything and I won't hurt him seriously,"
Jalal: "But you did yesterday..."
Meena: "Don't make the mistake of thinking that I want to do something behind his back, I am not doing that, Jalal,"
Jalal: "Then why did you sleep with me yesterday when he was gone..."
Meena: "Yes, because I wanted to and I was horny for you, but sorry, more importantly, that was also an emotional revenge,“
Jalal: “Revenge?!”
Meena: “Yes, he should be taught a lesson, but now unfortunately work is waiting and I have to stop,"
Jalal: "When will we see each other?"
Meena: "Call me Jalal, this evening,"
Jalal: "Yes, I will and don't forget that I'm leaving soon,"
Meena: "No, I won't forget that, bye, see you in the evening,"
Jalal: "Yes, of course, where?"
Meena: "Oh, I mean hear you…, but seeing next, for sure,"

* * *

In the evening Nadir came home a little later. Meena was preparing dinner.
He went straight to her and hugged her from behind in the kitchen while she was cooking and kissed her on the side of the cheek.

Meena just said, "Hello, be careful, I'm at work."

"How was it?" he asked.

"How was what?" Menena wasn't sure what he meant.

"Today I mean, work, lots to do?" Nadir spoke.

"Yes, of course, as always." she answered.

"Can we talk after dinner?" Nadir asked.

"Yes, of course, I also need to know where you stand and what's going to happen to us in the next few days," Meena replied.

She sounded a little serious.
Nadir noticed that she was still irritated, and he should be careful how far he goes.
After dinner, as they were sitting in the kitchen before getting up and cleaning up the dishes,

Nadir suddenly said: "I am sorry for yesterday, it was my fault. I should have talked to you first. But Jalal didn't give me any time. He was suddenly there, and I had to decide."
“Nadir, please, go and sit in the living room, I'll be right there, and we'll talk further." Meena got up.

After some minutes, he was looking at some magazines as Meena entered and sat down face to face.

Meena started, "First of all, I accept your apology, as always, what else can I do, you are reckless and you know it very well … but I still love you and listen Nadir, I won't trade you for anyone or anything … you are the content of my life, maybe a stupid content, but still the content of my life.
Secondly, I don't want to talk about yesterday anymore. You left me alone even though you knew exactly what would happen then..." She paused briefly.

"I just wanted to know if…" Nadir took advantage of her short pause.

Meena interrupted him, "Yes, we had sex, what else did you expect, are we going to sit and play chess when you leave and and even more, make it known?"
"And you especifically told me to tell him that you were leaving the house, you also disarmed me and offered him your wife in golden plates and said, 'Yes, Jalal, come take her and do what you want with her…' I am still very angry Nadir. Nevertheless, I accept your apology…
But you have to understand that you have done something incredibly stupid and stop with your endless self-love and your search for your personal inclinations and harm and hurt others, in this case directly your own wife who you claim to love more than anything..."

She paused for a moment and took a breath.
Nadir said nothing but just looked at the floor and then into her eyes. 

Meena continued, "Okay. You say nothing. You have no excuse for why you did it and I am right… if you expect me to start telling you today and now how and what and how often something happened, you are wrong.. I am not going to sit here and describe to you everything how and when and why. I had sex with him. That was it, I slept with him like you wanted and planned and that's it..."

"Is there anything else?" she asked.

Nadir just shook his head as a sign of no. He wanted to say something but before that, his cell phone rang.

He got it, looked at the screen and said, "Aha…" then answered.

Nadir: " Hi Mitra, how are you?"
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Nadir: "Thank you, Meena is also okay, and you?"
‘---‘‘
Nadir: "Yes, sure, I hope we'll see each other very soon."
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Nadir: "Can I call you tomorrow? We'll plan something, is during the week good?"
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Nadir: "Yes, some day in the evening, until tomorrow then, have a nice evening."
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Nadir: "She sends her regards too, bye Mitra, and thank you for thinking of me."

And then he hung up. 
He smiled and was clearly happy.

He said, "It was Mitra, I'm glad. Can we meet her on Monday or Tuesday evening?"

Meena said, "Surely we have still no plan to go out next week,"

"Can you please make a reservation at the Italian restaurant main street? Then I can call her tomorrow and inform her," Nadir said.

“I could tell Jalal too, he knows a very good Italian restaurant where we went together, of course, if that doesn't bother you..." Meena said and smiled.

Nadir looked uncertain at first but then said, "no, I don't mind, if you want, sure we can and added, "as long as he holds the red line..." 

"What a line Nadir, you gave him the ticket to fuck your wife and now you're talking about a red line? Do you feel good? I don't understand you Nadir, I am sorry..." Meena's face was now rather blushed and she was a little agitated again and sounded angry.

“I mean…" Nadir tried to correct his statement and begin a rescue attempt.

"I don't care Nadir what you in this regard mean Nadir. You don’t understand or care how fragile other people's emotions  are and how sensitive this topic is and you don’t change your manner,  no matter what happens and what we talk. You are not in your operating room where you are God, and everyone dances to your music and you decide about life and death. Open your eyes Nadir, stay on the ground and in real life and agree with the others, at least every now and then. I really have had enough regarding this topic..."

“I won't take him with me to that dinner with Mitra, but my activities from now on, and what I do or don't with him is my business and I decide that. Done," then she got up and continued, "now tell me what your decision is for the weekend, I mean ranch visit. He will asked about because he has to make preparations, yes or no?" She asked.

"We can go on Saturday morning, but I want to go back in the evening. I don't want to spend the night there. You can stay with him if you want, it doesn't bother me…" Nadir said as he leafed through the magazines on the table, irritated and with slightly shaking voice.

"Okay, thanks for your offer. I will decide what I'm going to do, do you have to work then on the weekend?" Meena asked.

"No, I have the whole weekend including the holiday, Monday, off. But I don't want to stay at his ranch or spend the nights there," Nadir stated.

"Thank you. I'll tell him, like I said maybe I'll stay there for the rest of the weekend. It will surely be nice and exciting," she said and moved towards stairs.

“Yes for sure exciting…" Nadir murmured.

Meena heard his comment but said nothing and climbed the stairs…

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Nadir’s Naration:

Thursday was not a day of major changes either.
We were still a little reserved and irritated by the discussion the day before.
I knew and sensed that Meena was very upset about my comments and decision regarding the weekend.

During dinner I suggested to meet Mitra on next day, Friday as we both had time.
Meena accepted.
After dinner, I called Mitra. I suggested to meet on Friday evening, if she has time, and she said yes.
Meena looked for a suitable restaurant, found it and made a reservation.
I had to prepare some things for my teaching in the university next day, then I went into my study while she was watching TV…

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Meena called Jalal after Nadir left for his study.

Meena: "We will come on Saturday morning, but unfortunately we have to return in the evening, Nadir has no time."
Jalal: "Too bad. Can't you stay longer, Meena? You know you would make me very happy."
Meena: "Yes, but I think you already know that I won't stay without him, but thank you." 
Jalal: "and next week?"
Meena: "I can't say anything yet, maybe on Wednesday. Nadir is busy at work then but I have the afternoon free."
Jalal: "Yes, great, we can go  dancing first..."
Meena: "No... No dancing, listen Jalal, I just want to go for a coffee and chat, no other plans please."
Jalal: "Okay, okay, but before I travel and leave the country forever, I want to go dancing with you one more time..."
Meena: "I don't mind but only I go if Nadir is also there."
Jalal: "Okay, whatever you want, if it has to be, I'll accept that too,"
Meena: "Okay, then until Saturday for now, please send me the exact address of the ranch."

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Nadir’s Narration:

The atmosphere between us was still cloudy until we met Mitra on Friday.
She seemed even prettier to me. Compared to Meena, she was not taller but slimmer and more playfully...
Meena was and is always rather shy and reserved, when she met somebody for first time, no matter if male or female.
But after an hour they became very close to each other. They talked about everything and Meena was much happier. I was happy that I had suggested that day for meeting.
Mitra talked about my suffering days at the coast and our drunken state afterwards in the evening.

As a final sentence about it, she said, "Thank God that I am not interested in men at the moment, otherwise, I would be a rival for you, Meena. I like your husband very much but only as a friend. And now that I have met you, I know why he loves you so much. You two are an ideal couple."

I guessed she noticed that there was a cold atmosphere between me and Meena at the moment. When they exchanged phone numbers as we said goodbye, I was sure that soon they would talk about our relationship and Mitra, being the person she is, would definitely try to get us back together, no matter what the cause of the problem is.

* * *

As we were on our way home, I had the impression that our meeting with Mitra had done us both a lot of good.
In the car, we both apologized each other for behaving a bit selfishly.
I asked her opinion about Mitra and Meena spoke very enthusiastically and positively about her. 
She even suggested that we take Mitra to the ranch tomorrow.

I replied, "Yes, I agree, then if you stay there overnight, I could drive back with her," and looked at her and smiled.

Meena gave me a light slap on the upper arm and said, "Did you really think I would stay there without you?"

"Yes, you said you would decide about it later, and you will not take into account what I mean, am I right?" I asked, smiling.

"Don't talk nonsense, you know me, Nadir," she replied and added, "Besides, I'm not letting you drive home alone with such a pretty woman like Mitra, wrong plan! Sorry," and giggled.

Then Meena called Jalal in the car and said that we would probably take a guest with us and asked if he was okay with that. Without hesitation he said yes and then she contacted Mitra by phone, she apparently hadn't planned for the next day and said that she would be happy to come along.
When we got home, it was very late and since we had to get up early the next morning, we went straight to bed.

* * *

It wasn't even 8 o'clock in the morning when Mitra showed up at our door. 
I brought her in and then quickly went to our nearby bakery and got some fresh bread for breakfast.
By the time I got back, Meena had prepared the breakfast table outside in the garden by the swimming pond.
An hour later we were on our way. And it was about ten o'clock before noon when we arrived at Jalal's Rach…

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Meena’s Narration:

There was a lot more going on than they expected.
In front of the large, rather colonial-style ranch house, a few people were standing around a large and long table with champagne glasses in their hands.
Jalal welcomed them and kissed Meena on the cheek and shook hands with Mitra and Nadir.

“Hi Doki, everything is OK," he said and laughed.

"A very nice house, you have," Nadir spoke.

Jalal replied, "Wait until you see Tahir's mine looks like a bungalow opposite his," and laughed.

Then he introduced the others. 
There was a young and shy guy, his son Cyrus, He was as tall as his father, only slimmer and more delicate, with slightly long hair, and he only had a glass of orange juice in his hand. Jalal’s friend, Tahir, whom Meena met in Jalal’s house already, and Tahir’s girlfriend, Sara. 
Tahir was a somewhat corpulent, funny guy with a beard and brown-reddish hair. He was maybe a little taller than Nadir, but definitely heavier. Tahir seemed to be in mid-fiftees.
Sara, his girlfriend, was an elegant woman in mid-forties, with too much make-up and with very revealing cleavage.
In addition to the three ranch wait staff, there was one more person. A man in his mid to late fifties with greying hair, a sportive-elegant, good-looking man who seemed very polite and kissed the ladies' hands when introducing themselves.
Jalal introduced him as his and Tahir's childhood friend, Farzan, and now long-time lawyer of both.
Sara and Farzan both lived in the city. He owned a well-known law firm, and she worked in a ministry as an office manager. Apparently, Tahir did not want to share his life with a woman and never had a steady partner. According to Sara, the two had been together for 3 years. 

As they shook hands, Tahir said to Nadir with a laugh, "Young happy man, Doki, I would also have enjoyed having been accompanied by two beautiful angels, this poor Jalal doesn't even have one!"

Tahir had two very beautiful and well-behaved dogs with him, who did not move apart from his side. They were both large male dogs, grey-haired, about 60-70 cm tall. 
Meena and Mitra were fascinated from them. Mitra asked about their breed.

Jalal said, “These two guys are his nearest family.”

Tahir smiled and added, "They are Weimaraner breed. This is Thunder, he is slightly larger, very strong and fast, Thunder say hi to ladies.”

Thunder took a step towards them and sat down again.

Tahir said to Meena and Mitra, “don't be afraid, just show him your hands.”

Thunder came forward and lifted his right front paw and shook hands first with Meena and then with Mitra! Then he went back.

Tahir said, “and this guy is Sherlock. Sherlock is very curious and very intelligent. Sherlock say hi to beautiful ladies,” Sherlock did the same.

Meena asked, “They are Hunting dogs, right?”

"Yes, they are from hunting breed," Tahir replies.

"But Tahir is not a hunter, he hates hunting, he never went hunting with us, with me and Farzan, not even when he was young, and we went hunting with our fathers. He is against killing wild animals." Jalal said.

"The animals are never wild, they are natural as nature intended, we humans are wild because we kill animals just for fun," Tahir said.

Jalal continued, "A large field with forest on his property is reserved for wild animals. When they are sick or injured, they are brought to him, to his forest, and they can live happily, there. He has even a special vet to check on them. He's a nature lover, isn't he?" 

Meena was looking at Tahir with some moisture in her eyes, with a mixture of fascination and empathy.

Mitra said, "It's admirable."
"But I don't do it to be admired, I really feel a kinship with them, and I think I'm responsible, otherwise I'd have a bad feeling."

After some clinking glasses and a short chat, the group toured the huge ranch, the stables, and the fruit and wine fields in two jeeps for about two hour and were back in front of the house shortly after 2pm.
Over lunch, that had been prepared in their absence on the long table, Jalal told them that he has sold everything, and the ranch now belongs largely to Tahir, and he will probably leave much earlier than planned. His son will join him in a few weeks. 

While talking, he often looked in Meena's direction for a long times and said, "Our new house is in New Jersey and if any one of you ever visits us, you are welcome," and added, "I am of the opinion that if somebody is not happy with the situation, must fly on, like a bird, and look for new nest, perhaps happiness awaits him somewhere else..."

The last sentences were addressed directly to Meena and probably only Nadir and Mitra noticed this. 
All afternoon, Jalal tried to approach Meena and perhaps have a quick chat with her alone, but to no avail.
Meena hardly left Nadir's side the whole time.
She often held her husband's hand demonstratively, like young lovers.
The lawyer, Farzan was more in conversation with Mitra, who is also a lawyer, and they often talked about outdated and even uncivilized laws in the country which were newly enforced.
Jalal has often talked about his plans in USA and his new company there. 

Meena asked if he was planning to have a ranch there too and he smiled and replied, "If not a ranch, then definitely a big garden, I can't live without flowers and plants, they will remain my companion if I don't have an ideal woman by
my side," and added, "they will remind me of my roses here and the beautiful memories of my house and garden, here in the homeland!"

Tahir often talked about the childhood of the three musketeers and what a happy time they had together.
Farzan, the lawyer friend of the two, was also very talkative about their youth.
He said that Tahir was always the initiator when it came to doing bad things and always provoked the two good boys. He was the middle one who always mediated and calmed everything down and Jalal was the very well behaved one.
Meena listened with interest and often looked in Jalal's direction with a smile.

Once she said, "Then he hasn't developed so optimally and always well," then laughed and winked at him. 

Jalal laughed too and said, "I'm not as bad as you think, I just look like that, life hasn't given me much of a chance to show my good side," and added, "I was always too late to get together with the good guys, when I reached them, the good and pretty ones were already taken, and I had to spend my life with these two ugly guys and especially that dirty lumberjack." 
And pointed with his head towards Tahir.

"You can't drag my name through the mud in front of good and pretty people, now that you are disappearing. Maybe I'd like to get together with good and pretty people sometime..." looking winked towards Meena and Mitra, and laughed.

His girlfriend, Sara looked at him angrily and said, "this woodcutter is not allowed to drink more wine," and hit his arm with the back of her hand.

Mitra seemed as if she was having a lot of fun, laughed and was very happy and once even tried to ride a small pony. The time passed very quickly, and it was soon evening and Nadir said that unfortunately they had to leave.
One might notice that the three became very close to everyone there and even kissed others goodbye.
During the trip home, Mitra talked about her life and what she does and how she is very carefree and happy now that she lives alone. She said that life is much simpler and easier than the people imagine.
Her last comment that evening was, nobody should be so hard on himself and on others, because the life is shorter than you think…

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Meena’s Narration:

On Sunday afternoon Jalal got in touch again and spoke to Meena on the phone.

Jalal: "Good day lady, did you sleep well?"
Meena: "Hello Jalal, yes, thank you. Are your guests gone?"
Jalal: "No, everyone is still here. Only Tahir and Sara went to his place overnight. But they only live 5 minutes away and are coming back for dinner. Farzan is leaving tomorrow."
Meena: "It was lovely yesterday with you and others, Jalal. We really enjoyed ourselves, thank you again."
Jalal: "And Mitra?"
Meena: "She also had a lot of fun and said thank you."
Jalal: "Meena, will we see each other on Wednesday? I'll be away for a week starting Thursday and the following week I'll be here for three days and then it's off. There's been a change regarding my residence permit and green card and I have to rush to the embassy of my destination country in a neighbouring country as soon as possible."
Meena: "That means..."
Jalal: "That means we have just some days left for us."
Meena: "JalaI as I said we can meet on Wednesday after my shift for a coffee."
Jalal: "When I get back, before I leave forever, let's go out for dinner and dance. I know what your answer is, I mean with Doki. I just want to dance with you, to hug you, to feel you… can I just do it one more time?"

Meena: "Yes, I think we can do it, I talk with Nadir about…”

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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-- tbc --

[Demeter]

Nadir paves the way for a passionate, intimate sexual act between Meena and Jalal ...