5- Looking at Old Photos
I couldnít sleep. I was thinking all time. I didnít know what she was going to do and this made me uncomfortable and sleepless. But obviously she was also still not sure what to do. I trusted her. She was never the type of even a bit of flirting. I wondered how far she will let things to go? How far before she actually do the act and cheats on me? And then the question that came next; what would I do about it? I should have stopped this before it started but now I found that I was too excited to do anything but observe.
Meena was sure a passionate wife and eager about sex. My only complaint was that she had a rather conventional idea of what was proper - so much so that since long time I was sure that pushing her to be more adventurous about sex, would be actually counterproductive.
I had always been gentlemanly, she was therefore taken by surprise by Mansourís physical aggression she encountered now and did not really know how to respond to it. Perhaps he misinterpreted her mild refusals as shyness and timidity; her physical resistance was so hesitant and weak that he probably took it to be untruthful and hollow.
Meenaís behavior when he kissed and touched her, seemed as she was responsive. I think he believed she'd do anything he wanted her to do and that she wanted to do it, though she was too ashamed to admit it.
I thought tonight at first she herself was not sure what to do and how to behave. She said to me one time years ago, perhaps shortly after our marriage, actually she did not think much about the sex itself, but she wanted to be liked, she loved the romantic attention. This was the reason why I didnít dare to go further with sexual activities. In recent months I was very busy with my work and now after this incident, I had the feeling that I had neglected her. I think my treatment of her in last times had driven her to emotional longing and our sex life was actually partially empty for her. So that she wanted to be loved demonstrative, emotionally and physically. In the end of my sleeplessness I came to conclusion that it was all my fault if she was going to give herself to him, my own fault. This was emotionally a moment of a deep pain in me.
But despite all of fantasies of mine, I could never really imagine her getting in bed with him.
To be continued...
Last edited by Salir : 7th January 2016 at 02:26 AM. Reason: Wrong numbering of the chapter
**** Next day she was trying to behave normally. We exchanged some words while driving to hospital. I was slightly clear-headed than last sleepless night. I thought I am not allowed to neglect or forget the most important factor and cause of her behavior: the blackmailing! but why she does not talk with me about it?
Obviously she didn't want me or any other in the family to know about her father. She is sacrificing herself! Okay, this matched to her. But then the devil was back in my head: Was that the only reason for her behavior? I had the egoistic and childlike feeling that she had her secrets which she hiding from me. Therefore I was perhaps deep in my inner a bit angry with her.
At lunch we were sitting vis-ŗ-vis as always and chatting some normal issue, but all the time she seemed worried and thinking. I was very curious and excited, what is going to happen this night?
I suggested for dinner to go away. She accepted it and told me to invite Mansour too. I said sure.
Afternoon I was planning some change in security system of our house. I took the Friday free but I didn’t tell her about it. Then as we moved in our house, Meena's father talked us into a very specialized alarm-security system. He claimed that in the event of theft, if we have a modern security-system we would have no problem with insurance company to be paid, . We let some cameras to be installed in the house. They were the best quality and very sensitive. I told Meena that this is worth to invest in such technical perfection and the price does not matter. The cameras were very small and they transmitted images from each corner even from guest house or garden. Their function was dependent of movement in the space which controlled by each of them. They were hidden and secret. Nobody should be able to detect them, unless he knew about their location! They could be turned on or off by a switch in the garage. I did this always manually when leaving. This turned the security system and cameras on. When they were on, once the motion sensors had been tripped the cameras recorded everything but then they stopped if there was no movement after five minutes.
The cameras were linked to a hard disc with high capacity and automatically every active camera was recorded. I could look at recorded films and eventually after controlling them to delete or download the files on my computer. Each room had multiple cameras so every angle was covered and nothing was missed. If I wanted I could even zoom in for close-ups to see anything in graphic detail if I needed to. When we were home I kept the cameras turned off and I controlled the whole system through my PC.
Now I wanted to be the only one who can turn the cameras off once they've been switched on. Anotrher Point was to Change the system so that turning off the security system only turn off the alarms but not inactivate the cameras. But I wanted that nobody knew about this. Especially not Meena. I intended to control and record our house even if we or one of us at home. I wanted to separate the two systems, cameras and security system with alarm which were primarily integrated, to make it possible the cameras to be active without security system. In addition I planned to let some very sensitive microphones to be installed which should function simultaneously to cameras, I wanted to see and hear what is going on when he is there and they two are alone even if I am not at home. One of my Patients was a specialist for electronic devices. I phoned him, explained my plan and made an appointment with him. He was not curious and did not ask about my target.
To be continued...
At five o’clock we were home. Meena said she needs to take a bath. As she appeared in the living room I saw she is wearing a white blouse with a green knee length loose skirt. Normally she wears jeans and rarely a skirt at home. I had to admire her beautiful legs in that. She had loose hair and seemed more relaxed. I asked:
- You wear skirts at home?
She laughed and said:
- This is the first time that you notice this. I needed some variety. This is for you my dear, to look at me sometimes.
I was a little bit injured and jealous. I knew that was not for me but for her old, fat uncle. Did she it willingly and wanted to satisfy him or was she seriously forced to do it? Yes, he demanded her to put on skirts but did not tell something about her hand and foot nails. They were polished purple red like years ago as she was a young student. In last years she had a light polish color if any and this only on her hands.
Mansour was not still there. Later he came home and went direct to his room.
After half an hour we were sitting and chatting. He told us about his day and explained his meetings with some old friends in terms of Investigation for a small business in his home city.
Meena was comparing to last day very relaxed but I felt she refused to look directly in his eyes. Finally she looked at wall clock and told me:
- I prepare something for dinner, We do not go away to eat , you want sure look at your loving Snooker game on TV as every Monday.
I looked at his direction:
- If it doesn’t matter.
- No, I prefer also to sit here and chat with my lovely Princess and look at old photos we intended to see, but meantime I bring a bottle champagne which I bought today. We have to celebrate the progress of my business plans.
While eating he made silly flirtatious jokes and glanced at Meena lustfully when he thought I might not see him. She in turn blushed at his attention. Meena was flirting with him all the time and I was dying with anticipation.
After dinner we sat again in dining room chatting for a while and the champagne flowed.
Meena was now glowing and in a little carefree mood.
There was some slow music playing on the Stereo as always . Mansour looked at her and said:
- This a nice music; reminds me of old times and my youth. Would you dance with me please?
I knew all too well that when Meena drinks she gets a bit too relaxed. She looked short at me and then turned to him:
- Sure uncle if you wish.. But we go to living room for a short time before sports program begins.
- Okay as you wish, but you need to have patience with me. I haven't danced since over ten years.
He stood up and extends his hand as if to lead her to dance floor. Meena didn't refused and took his hand. They went in living room, and I followed and sat on the couch. It was a dim light there as always. He led her with his both hands on her sides and she put her hands on his shoulder. They danced with distance. He knew that I was watching. Then the music stopped and began a quick piece of latina music. They separated and he said:
- I am too old for this one. Thank you my darling princess.
She leaned a bit and responded:
- It was a pleasure for me my uncle.
And they laughed.
It was time for my favorite sport program. Mansour told Meena:
- What about old photos you promised to show me?
She looked at me, I told:
- Okay I sit down to TV, you can go look at photos and admire your Youth!
She looked at me offended and he said:
- It is right for me what you say, but Princess looks just like those times as she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl in the city.
She looked at him, smiled and said:
- Thank you my uncle. He’s unashamed and sometime I think he needs to learn how to speak with and about a Woman.
He grinned and said:
- I hope he is at least better in his other important duties as a husband.
She laughed and answered:
- I don’t claim but more to learn about that, is also not bad for him.
- I see...
He added and they both laughed.
She was practically flirting with him.
I was a little irritated and said:
- Okay, that is enough. It is time for me.
We went all in the dining room. I took my Glass and went out.
He sat vis-a-vis to the open door to the living room. This door was normally always open, and you see could the dining table completely. Then looked forward and stand up and came to the door.
- I shut the door, otherwise we disturb you.
Meanwhile was Mia back with Photo albums from upstairs and came in from other door. I saw her questioning look before the door to me was shut. I heard him saying:
- Now Nadir has his rest. By the way today I had also an appointment with Saleh.
One moment there was a silence. Meena asked:
- Is he here?
- Yes, he is also searching a job and wanted to know what am I doing. He asked about your family too.
Again silence. Meena asked:
- He plans to stay here?
- No he is going back to our home town. But he was very upset and I had to calm him down. He needs money to live. I have to do something for him.
To be continued...
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