[Demeter]

I wonder what Nadir's intentions actually are.
He is the initiator of what happened, and yet he is reproachful towards Meena!
For what, exactly? 
Is she supposed to lie there like an ‘ice angel’, without feelings, without emotions, and endure everything like a professional courtesan? 

How does he envision that?

Before he reproaches her for anything, he should first get his ‘little’ head under control and forbid ‘him’, for example, from stiffening and 
feeling lust at the slightest hint of an act between Meena and another man.

Then, if he wants to continue living out his fantasy, he should bring his feelings and his mind into harmony and prevent them 
from coming into conflict with each other...


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Demeter

[Demeter]

There are many instances where Nadir messed up nice erotic atmosphere with his stupid insecurities. Meena has nice adventure going with Jalal when he was away but Meena already made a choice and she rejected Jalal's advances for a life together still she was the one who faced consequences for taking it forward with Jalal while Nadir is out of town.

He always wants Meena to dance according to his tunes, If she responds or moves on her will even when she is with some one at peak sexual activity he doesn't like it and doubts her feelings. I understand these insecurities come from the deep love and fear of losing her to some one else but when you have that fear and it was being dominated by your fantasies, he should choose one between his fear or fantasy.

Nadir matured over time or no we haven't been able to grasp it since the journey was not complete here...I am sure he eventually at some point would have found peace with Meena's wild side which should compliment his fantasies and there are no feelings involved.

Wish couple come back and continue the series soon...

~RCF

Having read both the first book and the sequel, I can say with a clear conscience and without exaggeration that the story deserves the title ‘bestseller!’ in all categories.
The writing style is characterised by fluidity, comprehensibility, emotionality, eroticism, suspense and imagination.

I hope that our two authors, who are also the main protagonists, have settled well into their new country and are doing well.
I am also looking forward to a sequel, which I hope will come soon...

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Demeter

[Demeter]

Nadir’s Narration:

Monday with Meena was uneventful. We were completely distracted to clean the garden and pond.
My mind all day, reeled from the sheer absurdity of my attitude towards her how she dealt with him.
I had never been in a situation even remotely similar.
On the one hand, I wanted to watch them and see how they meet again and undress in my presence or at least while I could only see them, while he takes her. Just thinking about it for a moment gave me a clear erection. 
On the other hand, I didn't want to share her, to share her love for me, her feelings and her emotions.
I wanted her to do it just for me without any emotional or sensual connection to anyone else, not even feelings of that kind. Not even for a moment.
I couldn't stand her showing the slightest sensuality, it should only be sexual passion and ecstasy, and only because and when I want it. The highest level of egoism, I know, but it was like that.
That was my problem.
My nymph Meena was supposed to be there for me and my pleasure first and foremost, just me.
But this time, with Jalal I had only limited success.
He was the one who wanted more, he was not satisfied with what I or she could give him.
Yes, I hadn't missed Meena's reticence in general.
Yes, Meena certainly didn't want to cross the line, but she was and is a very sensitive person, especially towards someone she likes, and she definitely doesn't want to hurt anyone emotionally.
And I couldn't help but replay scenes from their intimate time together.
I daydreamed about their dancing and more and this continued until evening.

When we lay down to sleep, Meena, who as always was first in bed, turned to me, looked into my eyes and asked, "Nadir, you've seemed distracted all day. Is everything okay?"

I paused before replying, scrambling to come up with some plausible lie to explain my behaviour. "oh, it's nothing really, I was just thinking about us and our past."

"Mmm, I see. Which part of it? Happy thoughts perhaps?"

I chuckled, recalling for a moment some of the good times as well as the bad times, especially in last days.

"A few," I said nonchalantly.

"Just a few?"

I smiled, "Yeah, we had some fun I can say, I was today daydreaming about some good times."

Meena moved her hand across my thigh, resting it there.
"I'd like to have a lot of fun tonight with my husband," she said quietly, squeezing my upper thigh as she spoke.

I was pleasantly surprised by her spontaneous action.
I saw her eyes fixed on me. For the first time today, I found myself struck by her smouldering beauty.
Her large deep brown eyes perched above incredible cheek bones were fixed on me, lips luscious half open. My wife is absolutely stunning, I thought.
I could feel myself becoming aroused as I gazed at her, the combined effect of her touch, her words, and her sultry good looks getting the best of me.

"Meena, I don't know. I was daydreaming about… About you and… and…," I said, trying to find an excuse for dreaming of her with somebody who we have had so much trouble with lately because of him...

"I know, with Jalal, me and old Jalal, it wasn't all bad was it?" she said, squeezing my upper thigh again. "It seems you enjoyed it..."

I couldn't deny the truth of what she was saying.
"Yeah sure, it was not bad, but it was somehow not under my control, that daydreams," I admitted.

"I understand, this stupid control madness again..." and she giggled while moving slightly her hand higher towards my already erection.

"I don't know..." I said.

“Please…Please baby…" Meena insisted seductively.
Meena, aware of my member’s reaction, continued, "I know right? Dr. Meena Salimi, married to a surgeon, a super slut… Tell me please how was it…" she said and touched my hard erection.

I started to tell: 
'In my phantasy we are in a dance club, maybe his favourite club. I tell you just to have fun and if he appears, I let you to dance with him and if he insists and you want it, you are allowed even more...
I let you get some confidence built up. I tell you even to take your wedding ring for him. You take of your ring while looking in my eyes and give to me.
We kiss deeply and I tell you that I love you and to go in and have some fun tonight.
I watch you go while looking back at me every few feet. I get a drink and start walking around...
After a few more minutes I find you on the dance floor moving and dancing alone.
I sit down at a table and watch...
You look a little tense but with each minute I can tell that you are getting looser...
After a few minutes I see you go off the stage and sit down at a table near stage, and soon from nowhere he appears, Jalal...
From my angle I can see you sitting sideways to me and facing him. You are sipping your drink and making small talk with him. Few more minutes goes by and you two get out on the dance floor. I can see you touching him more and more. Your hands are on his butt. Jalal is doing rather well himself with you as he moves up and down feeling you up which you do not protest one bit...
After what felt like an eternity, I see him sit down at a near table and your head over to the rest rooms...
I get up to go and see how you are doing. I caught you coming out of the rest room you look at me and give me a big kiss. You come to me, and I ask you if you are having fun...
You tell me something that kind of shocks me but at the same time make my loins stir.
You tell me that while dancing you were getting turned on, not really knowing by what, but you definitely had a wet pussy. You open your small purse, and I see your soaked panties inside. I say, then you don't have any on now? No, you answer. I ask what you want to do next, continue on, go home, what? You say want to go back and dance some more with him...
Well, I say okay, and watch you to go back to the old Jalal who is waiting. It looks like he thinks up of something because as soon as you come back he takes your hand and lead you out...
You walk into the dimly lit room where you couldn't see anything clearly, so I do not follow you. It seems that you are in there for about twenty minutes. When you two come out I know something was up as I see you come out with matted hair and a coat of fresh lipstick...
I guess you made out pretty good. I saw you go in the bathroom, and I again follow...
As soon as I get there you greet me with a big kiss. I pull away at first, but you would not have any of that. You grab me closer and probe my mouth with your tongue. It taste funny and I have a good idea of what it is. While I let my imagination run, my dick is growing hard now. You pull away and say when you and him, Jalal, got in the back room he ordered a champagne but just for himself. You just sat with him. You say, while sipping his champagne, he started to work his fingers closer to your inner thighs...
You tell me that you parted your legs for him a little and invited him in for a quick feel your hot and wet pussy...
While he finger fucked you in the booth you say that something just came over you. You grabbed him and slowly undid his zipper while he continued to finger fuck you with now three fingers...
He had a big hard on his long dick, which you are not used to seeing as I am not so big.
You say that it glistened from the precum. Then something came over you, you bent your head down and swallowed the head of his penis. You tell me, you went down no more than twice when you felt him pulse and shoot a wad into your throat. Only unlike with me you did not pull off, instead you pumped his big meat even harder and let him finish his explosion...
After he finished, you swallowed all. Jalal told you that you were wonderful and asked if you wanted to continue this in his car outside. You did not know so trying to act like a lady you put on some fresh lipstick and told him that you would freshen up first...
Thats when you came out and met up me...
At first I tell you that I do not know if what you did was right, but you talk me into it. You say that you know me, deep down inside I want you to take his dick in your body, and for me to know that you are doing him, is my real fantasy and satisfaction.
I admit that you are right. You say, now the time is here and you will fulfil my wish.
You look me in the eyes then coyly you say you would do it for me, to fuck old Jalal, outside in his car. You say I may even be able to watch, when he fucks you.
Then you kiss me again and with that kiss, your face, and the taste of his cum I say go ahead just be careful. Your face took on a determined look and you go back...'

I paused shortly. I sensed Meena was very excited. Her face was a little blushed and her deep breathing was audible. I  lowered my head, kissing the tops of her breasts.

"Mmm, yes," Meena murmured, running her fingers through my hair.

"They're my beautiful babies," I growled, lowering my mouth to her tits.

"Oh… God," she moaned softly.

I sucked and nibbled on her nipples and areolae, at the same time negotiating a hand under the hem of her nightgown. I made a beeline for her cunt, rubbing her pussy then I placed my middle finger on her clit. She was wet, very wet from my day dream story.
My digit easily gliding across the surface of her now very hard button, pressing firmly as it did so.

"Damn, you're making me so hot baby," Meena sighed.

“Me or him, Jalal," I groweld.

“Both of you, baby, both of you if you want..." she moaned.

I moved my mouth back to hers, our lips melting together again, her tongue swirling around mine.
She playfully bit my lower lip, and I tugged at hers with my teeth in response, then moved my lips to her neck, kissing his way to her ear, my tongue tasting her, biting down lightly on her lobe.

Meena sighed, ”Nadir, baby I want to hear more… Please…”

She looked at me affectionately, squeezing my rod now. “and then?" She spoke. 

I continued: 
'As you both meet up I see you whisper something into his ear and he takes your hand and guides you out. I discreetly follow you to hope I could watch the scenario unfold.
I saw you get into this full-size new van with no side windows. He knows what he does, I say to myself. He has planned this all previously...
Now my thoughts start running wild, reaching into my pocket I feel your ring, then the thought of him fucking you, my Meena, and I am not able to watch, runs through my head...
I do not hesitate but sneak up to the front windows looking inside and all I can see was your three inch heels high in the air and Jalal hairy ass...
“Not wanting to get us all caught I get back inside my car and from a good distance watch his van...
Probably thirty minutes goes by when I see the van door open and you come out. You look sexy, satisfied and to my surprise pretty well dressed. You come over to our car get in took my hand and place it on your wet pussy. You part your lips, and I see his cum ooze out...
I ask you how it went. You tell me that when you and Jalal got into the van you immediately laid on the floor and hiked your skirt up...
He came over to you and took his pants off. His dick was a much longer and bigger than mine so went in not too easy, but as he was in, he immediately started pumping your cuntYou both came quick the first time and simultaneously, you say...
He continued to pump and fuck you and after five minutes you came again, and he came some minutes after you, both times deep inside your cunt. Your say that it would not be good enough if he pulled out...
You wanted me to see and smell his cum in you. After the second time you got dressed, you kissed him goodnight and got out. You say that you feel yourself girlish and sexy with this old man. He is a perfect man with a perfect instrument
to satisfy a married woman like you...'

“Nadir, do you wish me to fuck him, really, again?" Meena asked while she reached to my hand and brought it to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

I didn’t respond her questiom, but, “Do you want to do it? Not for me, just for you, you both…" I spoke.

Meena replied, “I asked you a question, you answer me first…”

I kissed her, her lips parting, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She replied in kind for a few seconds, then pulled away from me, I kissed her again, harder this time, grinding my body into hers.

“If you are horny for him…" I answered quietly.

“I don’t know, really”, and after a short pause, she added," I am horny for you baby, I do just what you wish, if you wish, I’ll do it.”
I lowerd my head, kissing the tops of her breasts.

"Mmm, yes," Meena murmured, running her fingers through my hair.

I moved my mouth back to hers, our lips melting together again, her tongue swirling around mine.
Sliding my middle and index finger between her sopping labia, I effortlessly inserted them inside her. I was now fingering her, rubbing hard against her g spot, quickly recalling the exact area I could hit that would get Meena off. 
It worked like a charm.

"Oh baby… Nadir, I'm cumming."

Her pussy shuddered in response, slick juices coating my hand in a shimmering gloss.
As her climax subsided, my Meena collapsed into my arms, completely spent for the moment. Tears streamed from her eyes, a huge, exhausted smile on her face.

"Oh baby, you always are good at that."

"Well, I was a good listener," I replied, remembering how Meena would tell me exactly what I am was doing right, and wrong.

"Now, let me do you."

"No baby, I want to eat you, and then fuck you," I said and lifted me up. 

"Oh my god, you have changed," she giggled spreading her legs for me.

I promptly started kissing along her inner thighs, slowly easing towards her fiery centre.
Upon my arrival I extended my tongue between her slick petals, licking from her perineum to the bottom of her swollen clitoris, then back again, repeating the motion.

"Oh God… Baby… Nadir, yes baby, eat me," Meena moaned.

At first I focused solely on her vagina, licking and sucking her juicy lips, cramming my tongue between them, fucking her with it; then I transitioned to her pleasingly clean sphincter, the smooth flesh surrounding her puckered hole a delight.

"Oh my God, my baby, what are you doing… Nadir, you're eating my ass," Meena groaned.

Noticing how much she was enjoying it I took time rimming her, for the first time, slathering her tight little hole with saliva. I had never done anything like that before. I hadn't even touched her there with my finger.
At that moment, I wondered if Meena would allow me to fuck her there, but that wasn't really on the agenda, so I returned to her clit.
I teased her, flicking her glossy jewel with the tip of my tongue, before really going to town.
This was another thing that I knew Meena loved, and if I slowly built up the pressure and speed she would eventually cum again. In a hyper-sexual state, it wasn't long before another orgasm overtook her.

"Damn Nadir, I'm getting there baby, Please go, keep going, keep going..." she moaned.

I pressed my tongue hard into her slick nub. Meena began writhing on the bed, pulling my head into her crotch, eager to cum again.

"Ohhh… Nadir!" She shouted, her legs beginning to quiver.

Still eating her I inserted two fingers inside, dragging them across her g-spot.
Meena climaxed instantly.

"Ohhh… yes!" she screeched, thrashing about on the bed, her legs flailing about as she tore at my hair with her fingers. "Ohhh… Baby…!"

Several seconds later I removed his fingers and mouth, a white liquid drizzling out of Meena’s cunt, my chin and fingers sloppy from her pussy juices mixed with my spit. Casually wiping my face and hand on the bedspread, I moved my torso above hers, propping myself up with my hands and forearms, regarding the satisfied beauty below me.
Meena's face was a hot, gorgeous mess. Tears again streamed down her cheeks. Perspiration speckled her forehead and upper lip, her beautiful dark locks strewn about her head, a few strands pasted to her forehead, the rest spilling onto the mattress. She was still breathing heavily, passionate little gasps escaping her slightly parted lips.
My eyes took in her tits, flopping on her chest, falling a little to either side. Her nipples were still rock hard, tiny goose pimples dotting her areolae. Her thin transparent summer nightgown was bunched up at her midsection, covering up her belly. I thought for a moment every man would want her, and Jalal was one of them and nothing more. She was so sexy, so incredibly fuck-able, I had to have her now.

"Meena, I'm going to fuck you."

Her eyes opened wider, her lips forming a tired grin. "Yes baby, fuck me, I am yours, just yours..."

Quickly shedding my boxers, I guided my member towards Meena's gaping cunt.
The blood engorged tip, positioned at her opening, was soon flooded with her wetness as it slid back and forth between her labia. When my cock head was nice and slick I slowly, purposefully penetrated my wife. Half buried in her sopping, satiny abyss. I paused for a few seconds, gazing down at Meena's breathtaking face.

"Oh… Baby, your cock feels so good in me, god I've missed that."

"Me too… Me too baby," I answered truthfully.

I had not forgotten how good her pussy felt wrapped around my cock, a steaming velvety tunnel gripping my as ever tightly.
God we had some wild sessions back then, I thought, my recollection glossing over the last bad days.
As I hovered over her I lowered my face to hers. Our lips joined together, gliding over each other, tongues darting furtively into each other's mouths. All the while my erection, embedded inside her, reveled in the enchanting cover.

After a minute or so Meena broke the spell, so to speak, "God Nadir, make love to me."

I nodded, my cock slowly retreating towards her entrance until he was almost out, then just as slowly thrusting forward, burrowing inside my angel. It was hotter than hell, and I wanted to make the most of it, moving my rigid tool in and almost out of her, maintaining the same unhurried rhythm.
We made love lazily, each enjoying the essence of the other. Meena wrapped her legs around me, kissing me again. Our passion was patient, bodies fused as one, nothing else in the world mattering at this moment in time.
But as predictable as the ebb and flow of the ocean, our need to enjoy the sweet release of carnal energy eventually washed over us.
Speeding up my pace I began fucking Meena harder, faster.
She pulled her legs up, her hands forcing her knees close to her head. I pushed her further onto her shoulders, her sexy feet dangling above her.

"Oh god… Go baby, fuck me, fuck me!"

Driving into her with all the gusto I could summon I reached down to grab her tits, squeezing them, tweaking her nipples. She grabbed my ass in her hands, digging her long nails into my flesh. Delirious with desire, my pelvis slammed frenziedly into hers, the sound of her wet pussy a sensual symphony.
Craning her neck forward at what must have been a painful angle, her face inches from mine, Meena exhorted me onward, her frantic voice the clearest indication that she was close to cumming again, for the third time this night.

"Fuck yes, yes!" she screamed. "Gimme that hard cock, fuck me, fuck me!"

I realized then that some things never change. At least In the heat of the moment she came across, as if she is my nasty slut who craved cock more than anything else.
Her wild eyes, an animal like quality to them, bore into mine. Her mouth hung open, lower lip trembling. I started pounding into her with everything I had, encouraged by her unabated dirty talk.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "God, your fucking cock is gonna make me cum so hard!"

I grunted in reply, trying to press my cock impossibly deep inside her, my hips ike a jackhammer.
Meena grabbed her own ankles, spreading herself even wider. 

Sweat drenched her face, her beautiful features contorted by a desperate yearning, "Oh fuck baby, I'm so close, keep going, keep going... fuck me harder…"

It was laughable in a way, as if anything could stop me now! My balls twisted with a primal pain, forcing me to inseminate my gorgeous slutty wife. Her lustful requests simply fueled the fire that ran through my flesh.

"Oh my god, fuck I'm gonna cum, keep going, fuck keep going!"

I could feel my own orgasm building deep within me, nerve endings firing in my extremities, the deliciously warm wave of a massive climax beginning to flow through my body.
My hot, sexy, slut wife, Meena had been urging me forward and now I was about to cum.

"Ohhh… Meena, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes Nadir, cum for me, give it to me, fill me up with your cum!"

"Oh fuckK!" I bellowed, my cock exploding.

My seed filled her, jet after jet rocketing out of my spasming penis, coating Meena’s innerwalls. She was wide-eyed, her body convulsing beneath me as she came at the same time I did, her cunt contracting repeatedly, a lengthy, satisfied moan escaping her lips.

"Oh my God..." Meena sighed a moment later, quivering in post orgasmic euphoria.

It was incredible, and better than I remembered the sex between us ever being, which was saying something. Gradually recovering from our amorous deliverance, I lowered my face to hers, our lips and tongues lovingly meshing as one, then I rolled off of her, my spent cock spilling out, dragging a dollop of cum with it.

"Ohhh Baby," I mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

After a minute, Meena rolled onto her side facing me, running her hand across my heaving chest.
I turned to look at her. A tired but joyous expression occupied her face, her eyes beaming. Dbanging her right leg across mine, she continued massaging my chest and abdomen with her right hand, the fingernail of her index finger tracing a slow, sensual, spine tingling path.

"I've missed this."

"What?"

"I've missed you Nadir."

I couldn't help but be somewhat incredulous.
"How could you miss me? I was here all time, nearer than always," I said.

“You know what I mean, you were near but the air was foggy, between us…" she murmured.

I, unsure how to respond, didn't, instead just looking back at her, trying to discern what she might be thinking.

"Uh, probably should we sleep now," I said abruptly, quickly getting up from the bed, a shadow of surprise and disappointment crossing Meena's face.

"We are late baby, Tomorrow is a work day”.

"Damn, I suppose you're right," Meena finally acknowledged, looking a little annoyed.

I quickly got my boxers, going to the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom and my side of bed turned me to her, still lying on the bed.

"Meena, this was fantastic," I said, kissing her lips.

"Maybe we can get together sometime, again, while we're here and the fog allows!" Meena said and laughed, then got up and went into the bathroom…

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Smell it, but don't tear it off

Demeter

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[Demeter]

After many weeks and days of recriminations, unrest and irritation, Meena and Nadir are once
again united in love and devotion, which is a great relief and fulfilment for both of them ...

[Demeter]

Nadir's Narration:

On Tuesday, we had much to do at work.
Apart from the daily work, nothing special happened.
When I came home in the afternoon, Meena was swimming, and I sat with her at the pond and drank a beer and watched her and admired her beauty. 
On Wednesday at breakfast, Meena asked if she should go for a coffee with Jalal after work?

I asked, "Have you already arranged that?"

Meena replied, "Yes, we talked about it on Sunday as he called, just go to a coffee house for a short while, he's going away again and will be back for a short time then, after he returns. He had to change his plans at shortly and leave early for another country because of his green card … A sudden change of planned program.”

"Oh, okay, then do you have something planned, just coffee?" And I smiled.

"Yes, I promise, just coffee. I won't strive for your yesterday's fantasies and daydreams," she answered giggling.

"You liked my daydreams too, didn't you?" I looked at her and winked.

"You know my honest answer! I showed you yesterday if I liked it, didn't I?" She giggled.

"Would you be intimate with him again if the opportunity arose?" I asked.

"Not without your hundred percent consent and your presence," she answered seriously.

"That wasn't my question, I wanted to know if you would like to?" I insisted.

"What do you want to know Nadir? Am I horny for him and am I going to sleep and have sex with him if I'm alone with him? I like him as a friend and he in my opinion a decent person, I know that you think so too. He is not my ideal person for sex, I have always said that about him, but I've done it and would do it, only, just be careful what I say, only for your sake … I don't need him and I'm not horny for him or anyone else, but I like him as a friend." Meena said. 

"It makes me happy and calms me down, my pretty wife, my horny wife is ready to fulfil my wishes," I laughed.

Meena slapped me on my arm and said, "Don't be so crazy and do not be so sure, Nadir, who knows what I'll do at the last moment if the opportunity arises!" and giggled.

"Horrible, do you want to triage me into madness and make me insecure again You're driving me crazy," I said. 

"If it means you'll pay more attention to me, then of course I will…" she continued to giggle and added ... now I have a question, should I organize something with him before he leaves for always?" she smiled Insidious, “do you want to see me in bed with him making love again? I mean, I know that the proud one who is hiding deep in your pants definitely wants that! But you? Or more precisely, Nadir in your head? What does he say about that?" Meena asked playfully.

"You know that when it comes to such matters, I don't pay any attention to head, to hell with him and his recommendations, the master sits down below and decides!" I laughed with a wink and added, 
"but you decide, you are my queen, a hot and sexy queen. But the rules also apply to the queen, no matter how horny and seductive she is, with the rules in mind, everything is possible … and my eager, seductive queen knows our rules.”

"My choice is you, my dear man. As long as you take care of me like you did last night, I will never need anyone else, no Adonis or anything else. So, take good care and fulfil your duties," Meena laughed and twitched my cheek.

I stood up and said, "Now we really have to leave, it's getting late, but one more thing, if you meet him today, I'd rather you do it here than in a coffee house. You're safer here than anywhere else. If he dares to do something, you can say that I could arrive any moment." I spoke.
I knew that cameras would record any activity of them, and I could watch it later, but Meena didn't know that.

She looked at me as if she didn't believe what I said and asked, "Do you really think I should take him to us?" she was astonished.

"Yes, but not in our bedroom!" I smiled.

"You did that, you nasty guy. I never do that," she replied and also stood up…

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Meena's Narration:

Afternoon, when Jalal picked up Meena from work, as soon as they got into his car, Meena informed him that they should go to her.

Jalal was very surprised and said, "Really to your home? Is Doki there too?"

Meena laughed and said, "No, no fear. First of all, we'll have some peace and quiet and what's more, you can have my coffee that you love so much for the last time here."

"And you or Doki are not afraid..." he was not yet sure whether she is serious.

"Why should I be afraid, you don't intend to bang me then? right?" said Meena and giggled.

"Who knows? I am a very horny man, and you are a hot piece," he laughed too.

"Only dare if you believe you can... I have taken self-defence courses and have a brown belt," Meena laughed and slapped lightly his arm.

At home they sat down in the living room and Meena immediately made some coffee.
Jalal explained why, in the first place, he wanted to immigrate. The business difficulties and restrictions imposed by the government in recent times, which mainly affect people like him, are the main reason and he wants to break off all business contact with the homeland. Almost all branches of his company have been sold. Only on Friday will the last branch in another city be officially handed over to the buyer.

"Where are you going tomorrow? How far is the city?" Meena asked.

"Not that far, about three hours, the branch is in Marabad." Jalal answered.

"Oh, I know the city well and I have to do things there two or three times a year," Meena said.

And then she talked about her uncle and that, now, after his death, according to his wish and will, she has to legally take care of his son and his property, who still lives in Marabad.

"Don't you have to do that in the near future? I mean travel there?" Jalal asked curiously and interested.

"Soon, yes," Meena replied.

"Then why not now? You can go with me tomorrow, it makes me very happy," Jalal said.

"Yes, but it won't be that fast, I have to work tomorrow, but I can take Friday off and maybe I can persuade Nair to come for a day or two. Then we can meet you there for a coffee," Meena replied.

"I could drive later if you want to come with me. After your shift or with Doki if he can, that wouldbe very nice," Jalal insisted.

"I don't know yet. I have to ask him, but I would like to, it's high time, eithe this week or next week, I absolutely have to…" Meena said thoughtfully.


They then agreed that she would call him as soon as Nadir was home, and she knew more about whether it would be possible.
Then they talked about other daily topics. Jalal asked about Mitra if they had known each other for a long time. Meena replied no, not long and that Mitra had actually met Nadir for the first time. Meena stressed that she found Mitra very pleasant and was happy that they had met her. Then Jalal talked about his son, that he doesn't want to follow him in their new home land but it has to be done.
And then he spoke about Tahir and his current girlfriend and that he is still like an alien in the modern world and that he can't live safely in a city, even though he doesn't live too far from a big city.
He mentioned again that Tahir is his only real family and that it will bother him a lot to distance himself from him, especially because he never plans to come back to here because it would be a bit dangerous for him.
When he talked about his closeness to Tahir, Meena asked if he had told him anything about their intimate hour.
Jalal said indignantly that he would never do something like that, he has much more respect for her than he would talk about her with anyone else, no matter who. Meena the whole time intentionally sat at a considerable distance from him and Jalal sensed that too.
He didn't want to pressure her and hoped that maybe in the next few days might have a chance with her. Right now, she could possibly accompany him for two or three days, with or together with Nadir. And hoped that Nadir doesn't have time for such a journey!
Jalal left before Nadir came home. He said he had to take care of something at the company.
When they said goodbye, Meena allowed him just to kiss her on the cheek. Not even a proper hug.
* * *
When Nadir got home, he immediately asked if everything was OK.
Meena talked about the trip and that she would like them to go with Jalal the next day.

Nadir was surprised.
"Are you serious? I can't do it anyway. I have to work on Friday like usual. You know I always have operations planned on Fridays when I'm not on vacation." he said lightly irritated.

Meena said quietly, "Yes. But I thought maybe it was possible; I would have been happy."

"But I think he, Jalal, will be happier if you are alone with him, as I know him," Nadir was still a little irritated by her question.

"Nadir, don't be so bad and malicious. Okay, we'll forget it..." Meena was now a little upset too.

"I’m not malicious Meena, but you know what he wishes and what he really wants, why are you so naive? or are you showing yourself like that or what else do you want and wish that I don't know? He wants to have you, to have you for himself, not just to have sex with you but to own you. He loves you Meena and you know that. What does someone do when they love a woman that much? You consider him a simple friend? Then you must stay away from him because he does not consider you a simple friend. Unless you consider him more than a friend, then please, go with him tomorrow, I will not say anything," Nadir spoke.

"I don't want to revive the topic, our endless discussion... But who is to blame that things have turned out this way, and now you are so sensitive that I even talk to him ... one moment you want to set me in his bed, and then the next moment you want me to stay away kilometres from him, you don't know what you want, Nadir." Meena argued.

“Meena, please, don't mix my excitement from our pure sex games with someone and my worry about losing you to him because he wants and waits and strives for too much more than allowed," Nadir explained while trying to remain calm.
“You can't blame me for anything. I always talked about the rules. The first rule is my presence or at least knowledge. Second rule is that no one is allowed to take permanent possession of you, and I don't just mean physically, but emotionally. No one is allowed to fall in love with you and then continue to have contact with you. That endangers our relationship and our marriage.
I will fight back strongly. You can say you are not agreed, let's leave it, no problem for me, that's fine and I accept it, but I won't allow a secret thing with some kind of emotional component or secret love...”

Meena said, "Dear Nadir, I know you all too well. The problem is not travel, it's just that you don't trust me at all. You have doubts about whether I am and will remain faithful… although I have always shown and said that you are the only thing that matters to me." 
Meena was now clearly upset, “I am not an oversexed slutty little thing Nadir, and in contrast to you or another man, sex is not always is on my mind, I am just a normal woman who has normal instincts and normal hormons, I am not frigid then my boy and mind reflect to stimuli, you habe to understand as a medical specialist, look at the nature...
I am not a cute shapely and sexy prick tease, not even an incredible flirt! Did you forget Nadir, wake up I am your Meena!! can be that bcause of my physique and appearance many men watch me, and that they consider me perfect for sex! Is this my fault or my weak point ? I'm definitely not going with him tomorrow, you should calm down now, thank you for authoritarian definition and clarification!" then she stood up.
"I'll make the dinner now..." and left him towards the kitchen.

Nadir could hear her calling, before she started to prepare the dinner.

Meena: " Hi Jalal..."
“.....“
Meena: "Yes, everything's fine. I just wanted to say in time that you won't be waiting for us tomorrow, you can drive away,"
“.....“
Meena: "No, not, I'm sorry, I can't do it alone either..."
“.....“
Meena: "Yes, I know, me too, but it is not so easy, you know..."
“.....“
"Yes... Yes..."
“.....“
"Nevertheless, I wish you a pleasant stay and success with the sale,"
“.....“
"Oh, with Nadir?"Meena sounded a little surprised.
“.....“
"Okay, I'll get him,"
“.....“
"See you soon, Jalal."

Then she came to the door and spoke, "Jalal wants to talk to you,"and handed her cell phone to Nadir.

Nadir: "Hello, Jalal, is everything OK?"
“.....“
Nadir: "Okay, no problem,"
“.....“
Nadir: "He should contact me, it's better if you give him my private cell phone number,"
“…..“
Nadir: "No problem. Anytime, we're friends and that's what friends are there for..."
"....."
“You too Jalal, see you soon."

Meena looked at him with questioning eyes. 

Nadir said, "Apparently Tahir has some health problems and wanted to consult me."

Then he moved and headed towards the stairs to change and look at his camera footage in his study...

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Nadir’s Narration:

We didn't talk much about the topic in the days leading up to the weekend.
The atmosphere was somehow cold between us and besides I had a lot to do. Meena was often busy at work too.
She made a few calls from home on her cell phone, at least twice to Jalal and twice for a long time to Mitra.
On Sunday, she informed me that Jalal, after his return on Tuesday, wanted to have dinner with usand go dancing with her, in the club on Wednesday, as she put it, one last dance. On Friday he would have a farewell party at his house with over hundred guests and is inviting us and Mitra.
Then the following Sunday he was flying to the USA, his new home.
She specifically mentioned that it didn't matter to her what I decide, she likes
but to go but she didn't have to be at both events. I should decide and it won't bother her if I say no. She wants me to be happy and that this stupid situation between us would finally end.
I told her to answer yes, for both events, and we would accept both invitations and thank him for that. In the meantime, I demanded her, to get a suitable and appropriate gift for him…

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Meena’s Narration:

On Thursday evening the couple arrived at Jalal's favourite club in good time.
They saw Jalal chatting with someone from distance. when they sat down at the table, Nadir looked for him, but Jalal disappeared out of sight.
Nadir stood up to washroom. Meena searches the room anxious to know where Jalal went when he unexpectedly stopped by their table. He was standing adjacent to her and their eyes briefly met.
As quickly as it happened, it vanished when Nadir moved across the table to greet him.
After the meal was eaten and dessert served, it was time for the dancing to start.

Nadir knew that Jalal wanted to begin to dance with her, but was surprised that Meena turned to Jalal and said, "Shall we...?" and stood up.

The two dance partners moved towards the dance floor; Meena looked ravishing in her dress.
'How beautiful she looks there and she is mine,' thought Nadir while watching her from the distance, 'How lucky I am to have her. She is so full of passion, in and out of the bed. I love this woman more than anything. If I could only tell her how I feel just this moment.' His mind wandered on and went to the last few turbulent days that have somewhat affected their relationship, for sure it was temporarily and he knew that it would soon be over, soon after Jalal left everything would calm down again.
Finally, Meena accepted and loved him as he was and is, with the highs and lows of his character. Jalal tonight was holding back, one could say. He wanted Meena to come to him this time, Nadir thought so and Meena guessed it too.
Normally Meena would turn around every few minutes while dancing and look at him, at Nadir, or smiled at him. But this night she completely ignored him. She has not even turned to look at him one time, since leaving the table. Nadir noticed how she was ignoring him.
Yes, he was getting a little jealous, as always, seeing Jalal holding and touching his girl. Even though he knew she was his., but her ignorance annoyed him and as the this ignore moved on, the more it bothered.
Nadir guessed that for the dancing pair there, no other body exists at the moment. There were just the two of them. He sensed Meena was secretly yearning for this moment all day.
He wanted to believe deep down that she was longing for dance, but now, he thought, was it not dance at all but Jalal, feeling him, touching him…
Nadir was preoccupied with the thought of how randy and exciting and for him, highly satisfying it would be if the old man could leave his wife alone emotionally and romantically, just enjoy the moment and recognize Nadir's generosity and be happy with what he gets and not expecting anything more.
But on the other side, stood the old Jalal wanted Meena to separate from her beloved husband and start a new life with him, what a stupid plan and illusion, especially towards Meena, Nadir thought. In the middle of a slow dance music, Jalal was in progress, finally and gradually, he gently held hand to the side and then placed his hand around her waist. she reacted and gently placed her hand on his back. They moved slowly to the sound of the music, not muttering a word. At first, there was a brief distance between them as they dance. Then they moved so that distance soon became non-existent.
He looked at her as she at him and it seemed that nothing else mattered. Nadir thought, Jalal finally had his moment, now with Meena in his arms.

"The final…" she whispered so only Jalal could hear.

Jalal leaned over and said "Yes, I have been waiting for this all time." with a little smirk on his face, he asked, "is he, Doki, jealous, do you think?"

"Yes, sure," Meena whispered smiling into his eyes.

"But a little bit of jealousy wouldn't hurt the guy," she said.

"Yes, you are right." Jalal said.

As it went on, Meena and Jalal lose each other in their embrace. In time with the music, she places her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating over the loud music. Meena closed her eyes and just focused on him. How good it feels to be in the arms of a master dance partner, who knows how to lead you, she thought. How it feels so comfortin and like home.
She wanted the moment to last forever.
His arms felt like she was home, and she felt so protected by his touch. It was as if a wall had been build up around them both on the dance floor.
She looked up to see him looking at her. Once again gazing into each other's eyes. She thought she would never forget the look on Jalal's face. She knew that he suffers and thinks that he never will be able to meet her. 
She knew that he loved her, infinitely and could give up everything for her.
She felt sorry for him for a moment and held him tighter.
She just knew that for him, time has little meaning with her by his side.
Meena never heard the music when it stopped.
Time had now burst this temporary bubble that surrounded the two of them.
Now, they were forced to go their separate ways.
Meena moved to their table without hesitation. She didn't want to see or feel Jalal’s pain and suffering anymore, and as a result she become sadder than she already was at that moment. She felt guilty towards Jalal. Although she had repeatedly stressed and shown from the beginning that he could not expect or have a romantic, long-term relationship with her.
She showed that she liked and respected him, and perhaps had no sexual aversion to him. But she never showed or mentioned love. She only loved him, her Nadir, Jalal knew should that too. Everything else for her was just fleeting, beautiful moments of getting closer and enjoying the presence of each other, which she always showed and emphasized to Jalal.

Nadir pushed the chair back for her and said, "a beautiful dance,"

Jala was also at the table now and sat down, "Thank you Meena, as always I enjoyed that."

"Me too, me too as always Jalal," said Meena smiling, "thank you, you really are a master, I hope you find the right dance partner in the USA, it's a pity that you don't continue dancing!"

That was really their last dance. The night was over quickly They had to say goodbye after half an hour. 

Jalal's last sentence was, "See you tomorrow evening, bye."
Then he kissed her on the cheeks, and they parted ways...

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Nadir’s Narration:

Friday evening, when we arrived at Jalal's palatial house with Mitra, we noticed that he had a lot of prominent acquaintances. Many were from regional politics and business, even art.
Our university director was also there with guests and some professors we knew.
No one we knew from our faculty was there.
At the beginning, when she caught Jalal alone, she disappeared with him for only a short time, maybe four or five minutes, into his library to give him our present.
I could imagine that they hugged each other tightly and even exchanged a romantic kiss for a minute or two. But more would not have been possible, neither in terms of time nor place.
An Omega men's wristwatch with our home country's map drawn on the dial, was our present. and a nice note; ‘ Dear pond master, Jalal, We Meena and Nadir, your friends, wish you all the best, health and success in your new home.
We hope to see you again soon.
Don't forget us because we won't forget you, either...

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Meena and Nadir:

Interestingly, we also met our friend Major there, who apparently knew Jalal well from before.
We talked for a long time with him and also with Tahir and his girlfriend.
Jalal's son apparently did not want to attend in protest.
I estimate that there were around 120 guests invited.
We were there until 11 pm.
During these almost four hours, my ladies, Meena and Mitra, did not separate from me. I had the feeling the whole time that Mitra wanted to talk to me privately but did not get the chance.
I assumed that Meena probably informed her about the current situation between us and maybe she wants to bring us back together.
* * *
Sunday Jalal flew away forever. We didn't go to airport because I was on emergency duty and Meena didn't want to go without me.
That was it...

THE END

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Hello friends,
This concludes the first Book of the life story of Meena and Nadir.
On behalf of all of you, I would like to once again thank Salir for deciding to publish this wonderful story and allowing us fans to share in it.

The second part is entitled:

The Story of Meena & Nadir, Book 2.
‘My Loving Hotwife, Meena’

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Thank you for your interest and enjoy reading!

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Demeter