Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter - Twelve

We reached Pune on Saturday.

Our flat needed a lot of cleaning. Our neighbour Pawan invited us over for dinner and it helped. 
Pawan was at his usual self of overtly friendly and by now it did not feel any strange. Sheetal was wearing a nighty and she looked fine. She was a bit shy around me and I thought it was because I was seeing her in a nighty for the first time. I had to force her to sit with us during dinner.
We sat on their balcony and had chitchat for an hour after dinner. Pawan asked me if I got plans to buy the flat I lived in.
"No, Pawan. We are planning to renovate our old house and go back. We're waiting for the road construction to finish," I said.
 
"Our neighbours are very fond of us, aren't they?" Meera asked me when we returned. "It's like they don't want us to go."
I nodded.
"They must be feeling lonely here."
Meera added.
"Yeah, they don't have many friends here, despite living here for long. Childlessness makes it worse." I said.
"In that sense, we're also lonely, aren't we?"
Meera asked. I knew where the talk was going.
It was again one of those conversations when she reminded me about having kids. I passively dismissed it as usual.
 
The next evening I went to meet Sam. I had bought some banana chips from my hometown to give him. As I stood in front of his door, I hoped for a pleasant welcome after a long time.
 
As it took unusually long for the door to be opened, I wondered if Sam was too busy with his wife. It's Sunday evening and they could be busy, in bed, I thought.
The door opened and I had the shock of my life.
It was Desai. 
His untucked shirt had wrinkles around his waist, suggesting that he had put it on in a hurry. 
"Hello Krish! What a pleasant surprise!"
Desai smiled at me lavishly, as if there was nothing wrong in being seen like that.
"Desai," I spoke as my eyes went past him, looking for Ananya. "Surprise is mine. I didn't expect you to be here."
Desai closed the door and led me to the hall. I asked him about Sam.
"He is...well, he's gone for a drive. He liked my car and he went for a drive."
I looked at him suspiciously.
"Sam is fascinated by my car. I knew he wanted to have the experience of driving it. I said it's okay," Desai beamed.
"Where's Ananya?"
I asked.
"She's here, of course."
I knew what was going on. Desai sent Sam out of his house so that he could be alone with Ananya. And I already knew what he was doing with her a moment ago. Desai's shirt had its top two buttons undone. His hairy chest never failed to intimate me. My eyes went towards the bedroom.
However, Ananya showed up from the kitchen. Her hair was tousled, and she was embarrassed to face me. Wearing a black top and grey skirt she looked homely and beautiful as usual. She greeted me and asked me about my vacation. I could see she was trying hard to act normal.
"It was good. What are you doing here?"
I asked jokingly.
"It's my house. Where else should I be?"
"Oops. I thought I knocked on Desai's door. He seems to be the host here."
I took a dig at them both but Desai played it down.
"Make him a coffee or something, Ananya. Let him know who the host is."
Despite my refusal, Ananya went back to the kitchen.
 
I turned towards Desai.
"I don't think I'm here for the coffee. I didn't come to rob you of your fun either. I am leaving."
"Come on, man. Don't jump to a conclusion like that. I wasn't fucking her."
"I don't care if you were, Desai. If you weren't fucking her already, you were about to. I just know that, but I don't care."
Desai laughed.
"That's the best joke I've heard recently. Because you do care for Ananya than her husband does. Sam doesn't care when I sleep with his wife, but you do. I'm sure I wouldn't have got Ananya if she was your wife. Because you do care, dude. It hurts you. And believe me, I appreciate your feeling. I respect you."
"You know that it hurts me and you respect me. Your statement itself is contradictory. You have no respect for Ananya's life too."
"See, whatever happening between me and her is consensual. And, isn't it rewarding for them?"
"What about their social life and morality?"
"I have kept it a secret from all but you. Only you know about this. So, I will say you are the key to protect their respect in society. And about morality, as far as I know, they both enjoy their life more with me than without me."
"What if someone else, say an unexpected guest, had visited Ananya this evening? Would you have welcomed him too with your unbuttoned shirt?"
"I saw you through the peephole, that's why I answered the door. If it was someone else I would have asked her to open the door."
"But you took so long to answer the door. Do you think it's so easy to convince others?"
Desai laughed a little.
"Your doubts are never-ending, Krish. You worry too much. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth that we weren't having sex already. Yeah, we were going to do it and we'll still do it."
"I know that. Nothing can stop you. I should better leave before that."
"If you know nothing can stop me, then why should you leave?"
"Then what I'm supposed to do? Watch it?"
Desai blinked his eyes slowly as if enjoying my question. He took his time to light a smoke -the cheap one - before he replied. "I have this fantasy of having someone to witness it. So I wouldn't mind if you watch it."
Demons of my past were waking up.
"Why can't you just stop?"
My voice rose out of frustration.
"I'm about to stop, Krish. I came to discuss what I've been thinking. But he took my car for a drive; he said he always wanted to try it. I didn't let him down." 
"Don't tell me he's been using you."
"Hasn't he used me?"
"Last time when we met you were boasting of your generosity."
"Yeah, I did. But he's enjoying it more than he should. He's becoming a slave to me and my wealth, which I don't like. I want him to be a man who should know his power. I don't want him to feel like a loser."
I laughed a little.
"You've turned him into a loser, and you're..."
"You're mistaken, Krish. I didn't want him to surrender completely. I want him to own his wife. I want him to have sex with Ananya at his will. I want him to enjoy getting his wife back after sleeping with me. It's a give-and-take deal. Not a complete surrender where he sells his wife. In other words, I don't want him to be a loser."
It is just another trick to deceive me, I thought.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm stopping everything. He has paid advance to a new apartment. Maybe he won't get it. Maybe he'll lose his job, without my backing."
"And Ananya?"
"Ananya will be jobless again. I won't see her in my office for sure."
"You are destroying them after using them for your pleasure. Great."
"I'm just walking out of their lives. I will be gone, leaving them on their own. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Do I have a say in this?"
"You do. My action is triggered by your defence. It hurts you when I sleep with Ananya."
"You want him to blame me for destroying his world."
"I'm confused, Krish. What do you want me to do now? Walk away or not."
"Stay. Let them be on their feet." My voice was low now.
"Stay? Do you know what it means?"
"I do. Keep doing it until Ananya say no. I'm not the one to stop you. It's gone too far."
"Ananya won't say no. She's always ready. Sam is also, always ready."
"That's my point. Then why should I stop you? How can I be the reason for anything?"
Ananya walked in with drinks on a tray, making me stop arguing.
I took one of the two glasses on the tray.
"Only two glasses?" Desai asked her. "You can treat yourself equal here, Ananya."
"I will have it later."
Ananya's voice was weak. She tried to smile at me and failed.
Desai took the juice glass and asked her to sit with him.
"Let's share this one." He suggested and handed the glass back to her.
Ananya hesitated but then I watched her take it and bring it to her lips right away. She looked thirsty as she finished three forth of it in one go. Desai looked on with a smile and when she began to pass the glass to him, he refused pleasantly.
"Go on, finish it, baby."
I could notice signs of some sort of chemistry between them. Indeed it is consensual. I thought. He is the man who provides.  I instantly attributed it to the regular sex they probably have been having.
Ananya finished the drink quietly. Desai smiled on.
"Now, give me my share."
"Your share is gone," Ananya quipped.
"Apparently not," Desai said while bringing his right arm around her and turned her face to him with the other. I forgot to blink as I watched Desai's thick lips trapped the juicy-wet lips of Ananya and sucked the thin line of sweetness off her upper lip. But it wasn't just about the juice, as it quickly became evident with the kiss growing stronger. I would have walked away already had I realised that I was glowering at this act of absolute nonchalance from both of them. It was as if Desai didn't care about my presence, and Ananya simply didn't remember me.
I had to clear my throat, to distract them and separate them.
But it was of no use.
"Enjoy your drink, my friend. I have some unfinished business here. I'm in love and admiration with this lady, and I can't leave without giving her what I had promised. You stay here to deal with unexpected guests."
Desai said and helped Ananya get up and sit on his lap facing him and putting her arms around his neck. 
It was the moment I realised the level of Ananya's submission to this monster. She had absolutely no will to reject any of his moves. She had become his pet. I had to refrain from choosing another word to name her.
Desai stood up on his feet and lifted her. Ananya held on to him by circling his body with her arms and legs. The effortlessness in which he carried her weight with his palms under her thighs just made me realise his sheer physical strength. She was merely a toy in his hands. I remembered that this monster had once carried my wife to his bed like this and had fucked her all night. I felt further low sitting there watching him carry my friend's wife like that, despite knowing that it wasn't the first time.
But there was nothing I could do because he had both the women's consent. It is consensual.
His crotch was apparently pressing between Ananya's legs, and it looked like he was teasing her with what he was going to do.
"You ready, babe?"
Desai whispered to her, sounding like he cared. I saw Ananya nodding with a smile. She apparently enjoyed being carried like an object to her bed. I wished if she acknowledged my presence because I wanted to express my disapproval. But the way Desai behaved and made Ananya behave left me with no choice to make an opinion here.
Perhaps he knew I would leave with my head down, in dejection. I thought.
In the past, I had always left him in the middle.
I took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. I sat there for long, without moving.
 
The door of the bedroom wasn't fully closed. I wasn't sure if Desai was inviting me to watch or if he didn't care at all about my presence. He had invited me to witness him, but I still felt he was just teasing me. If he was inviting me, I would have preferred to leave. But I believed otherwise, and I chose to stay long enough to let him know that I can take it with the same level of absurdity. I was going to play it down with the same level of nonchalance. I chose to surprise him, and I walked over to the door, determined to convey that his exploitation of a helpless woman didn't mean anything to me.
No matter how much grit I had gathered while taking that short walk, it took just a momentarily peep into the room to destroy it. Ananya was lying across the bed with her legs hanging from the edge. Her black top had gone and the grey skirt was lifted to her belly. Between her legs was Desai, with his face buried into her centre. Like a visual from a porn video, he was eating her pussy and she was quivering with pleasure. I could see her belly throbbing and her breasts jiggling within the limits of her white bra while her body quivered in response to his oral assault.
It was not the exploitation of a helpless woman. It was rather the triumph of a skilful man over a deserving woman. Ananya was indeed crying, spitting out words of denial.
"Susheel, please..."
"Aaah... no!"
"Please... Enough...aaah!"
"Susheel... Please... Give me a break..."
"You're killing me..."
But none of it meant to stop him. I could see she only wanted him to continue. She was in heaven.
That's when I realised that deep in my heart I was living with false hope; that Ananya would be a woman who needed saving. She was rather a woman who needed a man with a big cock. And that man was on his knees, bending forward to devour her married pussy. 
I felt ashamed for having to peep into that room to watch this. I felt ashamed of myself for having to watch this. 
I moved back to the couch. But my body had recognised what I had watched and I could still hear noise from the room. The devil in my body had woken up and my dick had become hard. It propelled me to walk to the door again to have another peep. This time Desai had got on his feet, completely nude. His brown skin only amplified the bulkiness of his heavy body. Even his ass cheeks looked muscular. Though he was facing the other side from me, I didn't need a moment to realise what he was doing. Ananya was sitting on the edge of the bed and bending forward, giving head to her boss. I could see the movement of her body as she bobbed her head back and forth on that monsters dick. More than the fact that she was giving head to him what hurt me was the way she was warmly holding behind his hip with her left hand while he pushed his dick deep into her throat. She was providing her master with maximum pleasure.
She deserves to be fucked by a man like Desai. She will never try to stop him. I thought.
 
I returned to the couch. I was already visualising how Desai would start pumping his dick into her. I couldn't imagine the possibility of Ananya not enjoying it. She would spread her legs wider than she ever did to her husband. She would just lie there, bearing this assault on her body and dignity, and would later rename it wonderful sex.
 
The doorbell rang, shaking me off my thoughts. Though it panicked me momentarily, I felt relieved because I thought an unexpected visitor would force Desai to stop. I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.
It was Sam.
He was back after enjoying a drive with Desai's expensive car. He was probably back expecting his wife to have finished a ride on her boss' dick. I felt disgruntled.
I went to Ananya's room and knocked on the door, without peeping in.
"Desai, it's Sam. He's back. You should get out here." I said in a low voice.
"Oh, Krish!" Desai's response came a moment later. "Go, man. Keep him busy."
"What?"
My voice rose suddenly.
"I can't stop now. I have to finish this..."
"It's Sam, damn it! He's the husband of the woman you're fucking. Just get out of there.  I'm going to open the door."
I said.
"It's okay, Krish. I understand your concern. But you can open the door and keep him in the hall. He knows what I'm doing here. He's a good guy."
More than the words he spoke, the brazen disregard for my concern made me angry. I was done talking to him.
I looked in the direction of the front door. Let him deal with this. I thought while matching into the hall and I opened the front door.
Sam was shocked to see me.
"Krish, you?" His face was pale.
"I came to meet you. Come in." I gestured.
"Sit down, Krish." He sat in the hall and began to put something on the centre table, but then on an afterthought, he put it back in his pocket. It was a car key. He didn't want me to see it.
Sam was looking around. "Where is Ananya?"
I sat down before I replied.
"She's in your bedroom." I tried to be calm with my voice but it was far from it.
He began to get up and I stopped him.
"Don't go over there, Sam. Not now." My voice was getting shallower. "Desai is there," I said.
Sam kept staring at me for a moment. I felt my head heavy with guilt. For a moment I felt I shouldn't have let Desai have sex with Ananya in my presence. Next moment I felt I should have left as soon as I knew I could not stop him. I realised that I was the unexpected guest.
"I tried to stop him, but..." I paused, unsure of what to say. 
For a few seconds, we did not say anything. But the noise from the room was slightly audible to the hall. As the silence between us mounted, the sound from the room began to echo in the hall.
And most of that noise came from Ananya. She moaned, almost like crying, every time her pussy was ravaged by Desai's dick.
The silence in the hall just amplified it. I thought I was going to hear Ananya screaming out of pleasure while sitting with her husband. It was going to be the most awkward moments of my life.
 
"This is my life now. This is my life." Sam rued and looked towards his bedroom.
"Sam..."
I began to speak only to be interrupted by Sam. "What were you doing here?"
I was taken aback by his harsh question.
"I had come for you. But Desai opened your door and even I was shocked."
"I could guess that. I'm asking what were you doing here before I came."
I just stared at him.
"Were you waiting for your turn?" He went on.
"What nonsense are you talking, Sam?" I frowned.
"I can see the bulge in your pants, Krish. You can't hide it. It's grown too big." He eyed at my crotch.
I was embarrassed. But his reaction just pissed me.
"It's naturally big. It shouldn't be your concern. You got other things to worry about now."
I got up and pointed to the packet of chips I had brought.
"It's for you. Bye."
 
I felt relieved as soon as I walked out of the flat because I was saved from facing Desai's victory grin.
However, I could not shake the experience from my head even after reaching my flat. Sam's life had become open like a glass. His life's dirtiest secret was bared open and left to witness by me. The damage was done by Desai but I knew the blame would come to me.
I just knew Sam wouldn't think anything good about our friendship.
 
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Monday I went to my office. Desai was not there. The original boss was back in his chair, after his long tour. He formally congratulated me for completing the training. I was given the promotion as promised by Desai. It came with financial benefits and I finally began to believe my life was heading in the right direction.
I did not see Desai for one week, increasing my confidence that he might have moved on from his obsession.
 
However, things were different for Meera. Her office had a new boss and Meera had a very bad first impression of him.
"He's overly strict. I don't know why he wants to piss everyone in my office." Meera said.
On the fourth day, she told me her boss was too bossy.
"He is arrogant and rude. He has gathered everyone's hatred in two weeks since he joined."
Her boss' name was Ashish. When I heard the name I wondered if he was the same Ashish I had befriended during Desai's party.
 
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We acquainted with the other residents of the building after our return from our hometown. Most of them were very friendly.
Meera found a company in one lady from the fifth floor for her evening walk. After a few days, Pawan's wife Sheetal joined her and since then Meera chose to go with her only.
Sadashiv, the gatekeeper of the building was the go-to guy for all the residents. He helped me know about all the nearby places. One day I heard him scolding his daughter on the phone. His daughter was pressing him for money to clear tuition fees. Sadashiv told me he didn't have the money as he had spent it for his mother's medical treatment. He had borrowed enough money from many, and he was telling her daughter to stop going to college.
I felt bad for the old man and I helped him with some money. He said he wouldn't be able to return it any soon.
I told him it's okay.
 
Sam phoned me after a few weeks. I was surprised. He wanted to meet me.
It was Sunday morning and I was at a car service showroom. Sam picked me up and we had breakfast in a nearby cafe.
And he apologized for the other day.
"The truth is that I wasn't ready to face you, Krish. I didn't have the guts to admit it. I have become what you warned me about in the beginning. Now I'm not looking to fight it. If you can't swim against the stream, then it's better to swim along with the flow."
He had apparently learnt a lesson about trusting Desai though too late. Mr Desai wasn't a subject we both were comfortable talking about. So we didn't discuss it any further. I was just glad that he came forward to pacify me.
I told him about my training in Bangalore and the subsequent promotion.
 
As Sam dropped me at my place I invited him to have a cup of tea.
It was after a long time he was meeting Meera. Meera was surprised.
"I thought you guys have forgotten about each other."
She said.
"We can't forget each other like that, dear." Sam smiled.
Meera served us the tea and I noticed that Sam was struggling to take his eyes off her.
"Meera you look more beautiful than ever. May I know the secret?"
He asked her and winked at me. Meera just laughed.
Sam stayed up to noon and we had early lunch. He promised he would bring Ananya next time. I didn't believe him though.
Sam left soon. I followed him to the parking lot and saw him off. Sadashiv was at the gate and he waved at me. He looked very happy to see me. I asked him about his daughter.
"She's very happy, sir. All because of you."
He thanked me again. 
 
 
One week later, on a Tuesday, I got Ananya's call.
"I want to meet you, Krish."
I was busy at work.
"Please, Krish. I have no one to talk to."
She said in a tired voice.
I guessed it would be about Desai.
I reached the road outside her office and found her waiting for me. Wearing a beautiful dark grey sheath dress she looked like an employee who was in the right profession.
She hurriedly got in my car. I felt an aroma of jasmine right away.
"Please drive. Don't go to public places."
She said.
I nodded and drove the car. Her face remained grim and I felt she was suffocating inside. I found a deserted road and parked the car under a tree.
"Now tell me, what is it about?" I asked. Tears started flowing from her eyes, straightaway.
My guess was right. It was about Desai.
Ananya spoke after a few seconds of weeping.
"The last Saturday night, he took me to his house. I thought it would be regular sex. I mean the sex between us had become now so regular a thing. But he had invited a friend over there. He said it's a small party. I took drinks with them. I don't know what came to me, I felt at ease and got well with them. But then Desai started getting physical. Intimate. Like showing off to his friend. I was drunk and I couldn't just stop him and leave. I should have."
Ananya started crying again. I placed my hand on hers and a teardrop fell on the back of my palm.
"What happened?" I asked. 
She gave me a helpless look.
"I was made to have sex with his friend, Krish."
I was stunned.
I remembered Desai offering me a chance to sleep with Ananya. I had turned him down.
I had my reasons to turn him down. But Desai had other friends too, who would enjoy the offer. I just learnt.
"Forced sex?" I asked.
"No, it wasn't forced; that is the worst thing about it. It was Desai who was trying to be intimate with me. But then he invited his friend. I tried to resist, but you know how Desai is. He can't be stopped. He let his friend touch my body. And after that..."
Ananya wiped her face with handkerchief. 
"At one point Desai left me with his friend and went out with his phone. And his friend wouldn't stop. I didn't get a chance to tell him no. I am the only one to be blamed. He was all over me. Inside me, and... I have become a slut, Krish. A complete one. I don't even remember his name. His nickname is Susho or whatever. Anyone can fuck me now, can't they?"
"Did you tell Sam about it?"
I asked.
"No," Ananya said. "I don't want to tell him, Krish. He has never recovered from that incident when you learnt about his blatant approval of my affair with Desai. What would he turn into when he comes to know about this?"
If you can't swim against the stream, then it's better to swim along with the flow. I remembered Sam's words. I remembered my past. I had already lived that life. I just didn't know what to say to Ananya.
I didn't even know what she was expecting from me. I only knew that my hatred towards Desai had doubled.
 
While driving back, I was gripped with fear. I had just learnt everything Desai told me the other day was a lie. He had told me that he didn't want Sam to be a loser. He wanted Sam to enjoy getting his wife back after sleeping with him. But it wasn't what he did to her. He made her sleep with his friend. He made her a slut and sold her to his friend.
I thought he would be planning the same with Meera too. That's the reason he had been determined to trap her.
I thought about Desai and his unknown friend taking turns to fuck Meera.
The thought simply terrorised me because my intuition told me that it was going to happen soon.
 

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