I was sure that to speak about Saleh was his plan to unsettle and worry her. Mansour wanted to emphasize that he controls the situation and to stress indirectly the harm which can caused by Saleh. He was trying to accent that he is the one who prevents this harm to Meena and her family. I was sure that he had success with his aim. I knew Meena, she was sure now more worried.
I turned TV on, turned the tune volume a little louder. Then I hurried to other door. It was also shut. I waited a little and tried to hear something, but there was only silence. Then I had some idea. We have another room in ground floor. This was originally planned for servants from the past owner of house. We had never a servant. Meena changed it to a walk in closet. The door from this room to dining room was always locked. There was a glass window in upper part of door, and under the window, there was a slot possibly for head of house to be heard when calling the servant. I went into the closet and shut the door carefully. There was a dimly light coming from dining room lamp. The short Ladder for Wardrobe normally stood exactly at right place in front of the door. I climbed on the ladder until I was at the right level.
(Please look at the Plan of house #26)
I didn't expect that what happens great in this moment, but I was wrong.
They were looking at photo albums on dining table. Mansour was sitting near to the locked door and Meena sat on his left side. They sat at narrow side of the table. This was the far end of dining table when coming from living room, but vis-à-vis to the door of the living room. I thought this was intentional because so, they had more control over that door and me. They wanted not to be caught. I think he wanted it so. They sat very close to each other. He had his left hand on her schoulder and caressed her neck, his other hand was on the table. Meena was busy browsing the album. She made sometime an explanation about photos. I could see clearly the nearness of their body and especially their thighs together. Several times, as she moved, her skirt slid little back down her thighs. After a short time he whispered something in her ear. I heard only one word:
I thought perhaps he is thanking her for wearing a skirt. Then he took her hand right in his. She stopped to look at album and turned to him, he leaned forward and tried to kiss her. Meena stopped him and said softly:
- Wait a moment.
…and stood up. I hurried down and out, and at the moment that she opened the living room door I was by WC door. I pretended to go in. She asked:
- Do you need some drink?
- Only water, thank you.
- Stay you long?
- No, I am going to work upstairs then sleeping. The game is boring. You also don’t stay too late. You must go to bed to get up early for work.
I didn’t wait for her reply and went in. After one minute I came out. A glass of water was on the table. I drank it, turned off the TV and the main light then went back to closet. From the closet window I could watch as Meena came back from kitchen and went to door of living room, opened it and looked around. She noticed that the light is off and I am not more there. Then she shut the door and went back to him. Mansour was watching her with admiring eyes. He told her:
- Stay there. I want to see your sexy legs.
She smiled and stayed two steps away from table. He ordered:
- Now turn around.
Meena turned slowly around. I saw his eyes which followed her movements. He was enjoying his power on her. I noticed her smile. Obviously she was delighted by his interest and attention on her. My cock was hard. I was also the game. Everybody was enjoying it!
- Almost perfect. But two more things.
At this moment she was with her back to him and began to turn around, but he said:
- Stay still!
- First you are going to cut your hair like old times and second you are going to put on the necklace I gave you for your 16th birthday, at least when we are alone.
...and then approached from behind to her.
I present here some Picture. I have to cut and Change some because of personal protection, sorry.This is my Meena short before our wedding.
Second one is Huma Qureshi. Meena looked like this as the incident begann:
And the third one is some months ago. I took it in our current home.
Update Comes tonight, I hope!
6- Intimate Touches!
I thought now Mansour was sure pleased that he had her so ready and manageable, even obedient, under control.
Her back was turned to him and she was only wearing her light blouse, her green skirt and sandals. I thought she wears sandals not to be too tall. He was a relatively small man and she wanted not to be taller than him sure. I admired Meena’s rounded hips which were simply perfect, smoothly contoured and faultless curved. Her ass was in a word, womanly. Not a small, compact or bubble type. No, but Just ideally suitably to the rest of her body. It was an implicit vision of pledge and an invitation to absolute forbidden desires. Her arms were shapely and well-formed, with no indication of looseness. Her legs were impressively beautiful. They were perfectly and in the best possible way matching her height, with excellently turned calve.
At that moment as I watched all this, I thought my Meena is just the perfect woman, and I thought Mansour stands there watching on her back, sees this all and thinks the same.
Now he was immediately behind her. While he nuzzled and kissed her neck, he stretched out his right hand up under her loose blouse to feel her front and his left Hand slipped under it to touch her back. As I watched all this I thought I am sexually basically very inhibited. He was much older but much more aggressive than I had ever been sexually. I immediately had the feeling, rather foreboding in my heart that if my wife gave in just a little to what he wanted, he would take that for permission and go ahead and take it all and not even take an eventual NO from her mouth for an answer, unless absolutely physically denial and rejection from her side to what he wanted.
I spied further on, now Mansour had gotten a hand on her right almost bare tit up under the blouse then with his left hand opened the top two buttons of blouse and began first to caress her left breast under small satin bra. He murmured into her soft dark hair.
- Turn around my princess.
Meena is now at his mercy, I thought.
Meena turned around and looked with dreamy eyes at his. I could see her wistful gaze and she was now clearly flushed in her face. He was looking directly at her breast then leaned forward and tried to kiss the upper bare part of her pale beautiful left tit which was now down to nipple visible.
Meena put at this moment a stop to it. She glanced at the living room door and at the same time pulled down the blouse bottom hem. What I last saw was his persistence to try kissing her bare tit again. She giggled softly:
- Mister Impatient!
Then she was for a moment serious and while looking at the door as if hearing some noises, told him:
- There is something, I have to check.
Meena began to close the buttons of her blouse. I had no time to lose. I hurried out and before she opened the door I reached the last upper Stairs in darkness. She could not see the last upper stairs from the dining room door. I was right away in bedroom, lying under bedcover and pretending to sleep.
I heard her opening the door and coming in. After a short pause she called quietly my name:
- Nadir… Nadir.
I didn’t responded. She was on the way out, but she stood one moment by the door, turned over and then went in the bathroom. After a short time she was out but no water flush was to hear. She left the bedroom immediately and quietly not to wake me up. I stood up and went to bathroom. I smelled a strong scents odor there. Her favorite parfumes, I thought. Then I saw her bra on the washbasin edge. She had taken off her satin blue bra and left it there. That meant she goes now without bra.
I heard the flush from downstairs restroom. I waited a bit and then carefully stood up and went to the stairs. The door to kitchen was open and lights on. First I sat there on the floor near to upper stair to watch and hear better and at the same time not to be detected. In this position, they couldn't see me from downstairs, apart from this they I was asleep.
I heard she is moving around in the kitchen. Then I saw him coming out from the dining room and sat on the couch looking at the kitchen door which was open.
She came out, with two wine glasses in her hands. It was strange. She drinks normally not much. This night she was drinking too much for her habits. She gave him his glass and sat in front of him. They sipped it slowly. She looked at him and said:
- He is sleeping.
He smiled and asked:
- Then sit next to me, princess.
And made space.
She stood up and went to him. Now they were sitting only with some inches distance. He took her wine glass and put down both glasses on the table. Then turned to her and took her in his embrace. His right hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim neck. His left hand rose and lightly stroked Meena's soft arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His left hand rose higher to caress the soft curve of her cheek. Meena snuggled closer in his embrace if she needs tenderness and protection, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.
Now I noticed in her behavior some nervousness. Perhaps she was not sure. She had promised to give her to him, promised that this night will be his night. But now she is not sure, I thought.
Mansour was not a handsome man, he has never been, though he was undoubtedly a powerful, dominant alpha male. And this melted Meena sure. She was always fascinated by dominant male characters in movies and books even politics. This was the point that I often noticed. As a sixty-three years old man, Mansour was over thirty three years older than her, but the years seemed meaningless. Even for her.
She gasped. I could see now clearly that her eyes were tearful. Meena was crying!
His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes.
She closed her own, and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose and at last his lips dipped and met hers.
His hand effortlessly held her head in place, as the kiss became more demanding. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Mansour as he kissed her. It was rather tender but again only lip mashing kiss.
They separated and he looked at her face. His eyes were locked on hers. It seemed to me the his eyes are powerful and somehow hypnotic and I imagined that Meena is losing herself in those eyes,
Now she approched with her lips to his and repeated their kiss. This time he was more passionate and I watched as she melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding to his strong one, and were seeking out his hungrily.
To be continued...
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Now she again sought to pull herself together. She pulled away instinctively then stood up. As if she thinks this is forbidden what here happens...
- Mansi I don't think this is right, I can't do it, I can't help it!
And went to other side of table.
He stood up. Now I could see he is a bit angry. He was now talking louder:
- You are playing a game which I am not interested in.
She stood motionless. She was facing towards the dining room wall and looking forward. I thought she was trying to decide.
The question for me was how much of this what happening is what she wants, and how much she feels she had to do, to protect our happy life and lifestyle and that of her family.
I was sure that deep in her decent and rational thinking, she believes that her behavior and what she does, is an act to protect other members of her Family including me and the way to achieve this target is to sacrifice herself.
But at this moment, after what I saw previously, was for me clear and obvious: A part of her being, mentally or/and physically is enjoying this game.
- Turn around and look at me.
He said with commanding voice.
She turned immediately around looking at his face. Obviously the tone of his voice had a power over her. He walked closer to her. Now she was looking down. He put her hand under her chin, forcing her to look up:
- I said look at me, in my eyes.
She looked up and met his eyes. I think she saw his rage.
- Do you play a game with me?
This time it was even louder.
Meena looked at my direction and pleaded:
- Not so laud Mansi, you can wake up him.
- I do not care.
She took his hands and kissed them.
- I am so sorry, this is not a game.
- Do you want me to leave you alone?
He asked. There were a mixture of hurt and threat.
- No, I mean I do’ t want you to be angry and hate me, but..
Now he spoke quietly and encouragingly:
- -It's okay, Princess. I promise I won't be mad, I leave just now if you don’t want me. I can't damage you and more I can't see you are suffering. I promise, I leave immediately and you or your family will never hear from me again.
Finally meeting his gaze, lower lip trembling, with tears welled up in her eyes, shamefully shaking her head she murmured:
- I am so sorry Mansi, I want you to stay, Please..
I think at this moment she gave up, she had decided, her fear was gone and she was no more upset.
Mansour had won. He was satisfied how thing are run. He took her tender hands in his.
Meena said softly:
- You make me feel so good and safe when you are near. Your presence had done this always.
And while looking past him, eyes focused on some thought she was developing, continued:
- But I know it's wrong, so wrong! I feel good and awful at the same time. I'm a horrible wife for him, I think.
My eyes were tearful and my heart ached. There it was, out in the open. She loved me as her husband, but she wanted her so much as a man.
To be continued...
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