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

[krish_999]

Chapter: Twenty-Four

Our life had been in a phase of change ever since Meera's unexpected intimacy with Ashish Bharadwaj. Even though I had accepted that it was an accident, for Meera the disappointment did not fade away easily. She was left shocked by the incident so much that she became angry with everything around her. And it was Desai who ended up at the receiving end of her wrath.

The furiousness of her reaction not only forced Desai to quit chasing her but also made him disappear from our lives.
On the other hand, Meera was agitated by my lack of response to her infidelity. Her anger only increased when she felt I was instead thrilled by it.
The way I pardoned Ashish for the incident became another reason for her frustration and she responded by resigning from her well-paid job.
Desai's departure from my company's internal matters took away the invisible support I had been enjoying at the professional front irrespective of my performance. In a few weeks, I was fired from my comfortable job, and I was left to begin searching for a new one.
 
It seemed that our life had suddenly entered an unknown track. Our jobs were changed. Desai was gone from our lives. So was Ashish.
These changes suddenly made us busy trying to get our life back on track. A few differences had unearthed between us during those struggling times.
Even though our lunch with Ashish had helped us move on a bit, we were still far from being the extraordinarily intimate couple. I missed our lovemaking sessions which were filled with kinky stuff. I remembered Tejas. I remembered his idea that masturbation was more fun than actual sex. It had become true for me.
 
I hadn't had proper sex with Meera for more than six weeks except for the day we visited Ashish's apartment. However, that too had ended in quick time with me cumming too early. The night after Sheetal tried to seduce me, I had become a little intimate with Meera. But while going down on her I became overexcited and ended things myself by jerking off at her feet.
 
In the days that followed too, my sole form of sexual activity remained my old fantasies involving Desai and Meera. I still remembered how he had Maithrei crying in his bed with the pleasure of having his thick meat buried inside her married pussy. The visuals of that day were real and unforgettable. I kept revisiting the memory too often and it led to more secret fantasies.
 
I started fantasising about Desai doing those things with Meera in my bed, and I always urged myself to climax. It was easy.
 
Meera seemed too busy creating an early impression at her new job. Even though I hoped that my masturbation addiction would not be found out, a few incidents made me eventually realise that it wasn't a secret to her anymore. The night I had fallen asleep right after masturbating was the first incident. Another incident was when I failed to put my cum drenched boxer in the washing machine. She picked it up and asked me why was the cloth wet. Before she could smell it, I snatched it away from her hands. But she was smirking meaningfully. Another day I had slept with my hand inside my boxer, and the next morning Meera asked me what I was searching there.
 
Yet another day when I took a day off from my work due to cold, she cheekily advised me not to resort to fantasies to kill time in her absence.
"I'll check your clothes," she said.
I was slightly embarrassed but at the same time, I was relieved that she was taking it in a light sense.
One night when I tried to initiate sex, she played along for sure, only to later ask me to go down. I went down and ate her well. At the peak of it, she begged me to go up and fuck her but I had already spent myself jerking it. I went on to make her cum with my tongue play though.
If I remember correctly, we had attempted penetrative sex twice in two months, and both the times I had come early. But I quickly went down to take her to the peak eventually. My oral skills were as always, top-notch.
 
Eventually, one day she asked me who I was fantasising about.
"I know you have your fantasies," she said. "I want to know if you are resorting to them just because I haven't told you about my true experience with Ashish."
"It could be a reason," I said. "I've been curious to know more about it, especially since you told me you had enjoyed it."
"I shouldn't have told you," Meera blurted.
I looked at her. "Why do you want to hide from me when you know it won't do any good?" My eyes probably begged her to talk about the sex with Ashish.
Meera nodded twice.
"You are right. I am caught between those choices. Should I or shouldn't I?"
"Go ahead. Let's not make a big deal about it." I said enthusiastically.
"Okay, then I will tell you." She said kept shaking her head for a few seconds. "I don't have to tell you how I ended up in bed with him, do I?" She added.
"You told me how you kissed him. You can tell me what he did after that."
I said. Meera looked at my eyes and smiled. She was recalling the incident. I could see she was thinking about Ashish, probably in bed with her, and it instantly began to arouse me.
I waited with anticipation until Meera began.
"After we kissed...he lay me on the bed after that. His one hand was here...around me..." she touched her belly as she spoke, "...and with the other one, he caressed my face while kissing me. Then he touched my neck and shoulder. I let him lay me on the bed, I lied on my back and he leaned over me to keep kissing me. He touched my breasts, belly and legs over my clothes. Just touching over them. He was hurrying and I was not surprised because I felt it was justified. I didn't panic when he started pulling up my saree. When I felt his hand on my panty I helped him pull it along my thighs. I lifted my thighs. I wanted him to touch me down there but he did not. He just had a look at me down there and I felt shy. But then I was aroused by seeing his face after seeing between my legs. He hurried even more after that, as he quickly got between my legs. As my legs were still hanging from the edge of the bed, he split my legs and placed his knees on the edge, between my legs. Then he completely lowered himself over me and started kissing me again. No words were spoken. I came to know that he had dropped his pants only when he began to push his thing inside me. He struggled to push it inside completely, because my saree was still on, around my hip. I helped him by raising my legs to give him better access and he began to move. It wasn't nice, honestly, if you want to know. But I don't know why it still managed to thrill me.  Perhaps I thought it would be nice after a while. He kept doing it for a while but he finished very soon. I mean, quicker than I thought, or ...I'd be honest to say that I was a bit disappointed. He pulled out but a few drops went inside me anyway. He was apologetic but I said it's okay because I was on my safe period. He was also embarrassed for not living up to his self-expectations...maybe. Anyway, he offered me a towel to clean. My saree was wrinkled so I removed it and went to the washroom. I washed me, wondering what the hell happened there. I mean I was disappointed too, even though I didn't want to do it. It was like my body was expecting some action but was denied. Then I found myself laughing at me, asking me what the fuck I was looking for. I tried to tell it's good that it ended in a flash, and it's nothing more than what I had done with Susheel...I mean Desai.
 
When I returned to the room, Ashish was still sitting on the bed, holding my saree.
I asked him what happened.
He said he never thought he would be such a disaster.
I walked over to him and told him it's natural to be like this because he hadn't had sex for a while.
He asked me if I would let him kiss me again.
I said what we did was a mistake that perhaps I would be able to forgive myself but a repeat of it would turn it into unforgivably grave sin.
He apologised again, saying he understood what I said. But he was sad that he had disappointed both of us. He looked into my eyes and said he wanted to do it again because he wanted to make sure there's still a man inside him.
I felt for him and I stood close to him. I was wearing just my underskirt and blouse, and he said it would be a shame if he failed to appreciate my beauty. He was looking at my chest, and I allowed him to kiss me. In other words, I kissed him by bending forward a bit. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed. He touched my belly... and then he caressed my breasts a bit before he unhooked my blouse. I did not hesitate even for a second, and that is still taunting me about my conscience which was absent in those moments. He opened the front side of the blouse but since the bra hook was at the backside he could not move my bra. He put his left palm inside my bra cup and slowly pulled it out. And then you know...he sucked on them. He did it lightly, looking into my eyes. I smiled back at him and then lifted both the bra cups to release my breasts...you know how it is like. It was a gesture from my side that I was not holding back. He caressed my breasts with both hands and sucked my tits one by one. I am giving you too many details, probably."
Meera paused, and I shook my head quickly.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Go on... baby...."
I almost blurted the word 'please' but somehow I managed to swallow it. In my mind, I was ready to beg to hear more about how my wife had fucked her boss in his bed.
Meera bit her lower lip and went on, "to be honest I felt really good because I felt like I was finally getting what I had been secretly longing for. I removed my blouse and bra too. I was completely topless, almost leaning over him. He sucked on my tits while caressing all over my body. When I lay on the bed again, he said it's unbelievable that it was happening. This time I lied in the bed properly, across it. He raised my skirt and removed my panty. Then he took off his shirt and lowered his pants, to reveal his stuff to me. I wasn't shy at all. I wanted to touch it. When he knelt between my legs, I touched him and guided him inside me. This time he didn't disappoint me. He carried on for long enough to satisfy me. He stopped in between to ask me if I was okay. I said I don't want him to stop. It was so good that I didn't want him to stop. I was hugging him tightly, as I often do with you. I kissed him back, and let him suck my tongue; it was so intimate. I let him fill me and I felt complete when he came.
It was only then I came back to my senses, my conscience. More than what I did, the way I responded to him and the way I enjoyed it made me remorseful.
 
I went to the washroom and when I stood under the shower I could not control my tears. I felt I was too easy for a man and I felt cheap. I could have helped him ease his pain in some other way than having sex with him. I mean he wouldn't even have thought about it. He did not try to seduce me. But I went across the line and I felt like a cheap woman. Whenever I think about how I was moaning with pleasure when he was over me and pushing it hard, the feeling comes back. I tried to convince myself that I had done this out of empathy. But while I can name the first one as empathy, the second one was greed and lust. I was seduced by his manliness. I was seduced because I was needy. It is a fact that I can't remain faithful to you, isn't it? Whether you are pushing me to it or not, I am destined to make these mistakes. What does it make me? A whore?"
"Don't blame you again, Meera. I told you. I don't have a problem with what happened. It's not that I don't love you or I don't care about you. It's neither that my dick is hard just by listening to what you did with another man. I told you this before, we are not like other couples. We are far more open-minded than others can even think. I accept that there was a moment that you lost control and it happened. Now lets' move on."
"It's easy to think about moving on. But I am scared that I am going to lose you, Krish."
"No, you are not. Nothing can separate us."
I said and hugged her warmly. She snugged in and hid her face under my chin.
"There is no need to feel like a whore and all. I don't understand why a woman who commits adultery think that way while a man - I'm talking for myself - wouldn't think the same way. The cheating part is painful. But here we have talked it out. Your sleeping with Ashish doesn't make you any less attractive, Meera. Because your heart belongs to me. You are mine and mine only. I can still make love to you like I used to."
Meera looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were wet and she looked adorable.
"Then make love to me, baby,"
She whispered.
I cupped my hands around her face and kissed her. I laid her on her back on the bed and lifted her top to kiss all over her body. I caressed her breasts and kissed her belly button and then quickly pulled down her pants. Within a few seconds of being emotional, she let out her first moan as I welcomed her pussy lips into my mouth. She was slightly moist inside her.
"You are slightly wet down here," I said with a smile. "See, your body doesn't hate Ashish's memory as you do."
"Stop thinking about it, pervert. Just do it silently."
"No, why don't you just admit it?"
"Do you want to hear how his thing went inside it, while you are licking it?"
I played on her clit with my tongue for a few seconds before I replied.
"That's a crazy idea."
"I am disgusted by the idea that you can think of a man's dick going inside my pussy and still push your tongue inside it."
"Some disgusting ideas can be hot too. I haven't seen his dick. I hope it was as good looking as mine..."
Meera giggled. "Good looking as yours, right?"
"It would have gone in like this, wouldn't it?" I asked and pushed my tongue deep inside her.
Meera laughed again, "It went much deeper than that, idiot."
Now she was sharing. My dick throbbed inside my boxer. I licked across her lips.
"Was it bigger than mine?"
"No. He was the same size."
"Did it feel any different?"
"Krish, don't start again..."
She tried to push my hands away. But I held her hands with my left hand and continued to tease her with my right hand.
"Tell me, baby. Didn't it feel just great? You wanted him to push it deeper, right?"
I slowly inserted my middle finger into her. I could feel the wetness from inside. It had become wetter.  Meera's response was a helpless moan.
"Mmm..."
"Did you ask him to push it deeper?"
"Mmm..."
"And how did it feel when he pushed it deeper?"
"Better...uhh!"
My finger had disappeared deep into her. I could feel my finger becoming drenched. I pulled out once and pushed again, all the way in. Meera let out another moan. Her breathing was making me crazy.
"Are you thinking of his dick, baby?" I whispered.
"Oh God, Krish. Please..."
"Tell me, are you thinking of how it was?"
"Yes..."
"Do you want me to lick it now?"
"Mmm..."
"It's been fucked by your boss. And you still want me to lick it?"
"Yes... Yes..."
"Why do you want me to do that?"
"Mmm...because I want you to taste it. It's been fucked by another man. It'll taste different. Eat it... You'll love it."
I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my mouth. Meera cried as I darted my tongue into her. I sucked her wetness and I felt Meera's palm behind my head.
"Aaahhh...Krish...my baby...aaah...!"
"Mmm... It tastes different...mmm..."
I blurted and kept eating her. Eventually, I lay on my back and made her sit over my throat. She bent forward and pushed her love triangle down on my mouth. I slurped all the juice that came out of her, even as she came heavily.
"I need more juice. I'm still thirsty, baby..."
I panted.
"Oh, are you?"
She asked and moved downward to bring her face above my face. I nodded. She opened my mouth with a smile and spat into my mouth.
"Drink it... Drink my juice..."
She said. I swallowed.
She reached down and guided my dick into her wet pussy. It went in smoothly.
"Do you want to fuck me? I'm fucked by another man. Do you want to fuck me?"
She asked.
"Mmm...I'd love to do that."
I moaned.
Meera began to ride me. I was in heaven. She was the angel who had transformed herself to please me. I wanted to serve her. And she was now serving me. I was soon taken into further heights of pleasure as I came inside her. I let out a groan and kissed her fiercely.
"You are unbelievable, idiot!" Meera said as she lay next to me, still panting. "You'll turn me into something I don't want to. I am a woman, Krish. In the end, I'll be the one who'll be blamed for everything."
"Why would I blame you when we're having so much fun?"
"Would you be angry if I told you I am not safe today?"
Her question startled me.
"What? Are you not safe? I came inside you!"
I turned my head and stared at her. Meera smiled.
"See... you are not having fun always."
Her smile was enough to convince me that she was joking.
"You scared me. I am not ready for it baby."
I turned to her and hugged her. "I'll tell you when I'm ready. You'll wait until then, won't you?"
She snuggled into my embrace.
"Yes. I'm waiting eagerly."
She fell asleep in my arms. It was a rare night when I slept satisfied with our sex itself. But it indeed sowed the seeds of an idea into my head that Meera might be open to joining me for more fantasy adventures.
 
However, the next few nights did not turn out to be the same and my hopes fizzled out very soon.  We did not see or hear from Ashish and combined with our new work experiences, we almost forget him quicker than we imagined.
But Desai was still a regular visitor in my fantasies. Whenever I thought of him, I ended up having an erection, even though I did not dare to bring him up in our conversations.
 
Meera was getting professionally busier. I found her spending long hours on her laptop, studying and preparing work-related stuff. She said she was not enjoying her current position in her new company and she was working hard to get a promotion. She was attending a lot more professional events than earlier to make connections.
One day she discussed having a maid at home.
“I am getting less time for house chores. I can’t compromise on my workfront at this crucial time, Krish.” She told me.
I could understand that she was struggling to balance her commitments at work and home. But I was against having a third person in our house because a casual slip from either Meera or me would compromise our secrets. Instead I promised her my involvement in the house chores such as sweeping and laundry. I also helped her by cooking dinner a few days per week.
 
One day we were in the market, buying vegetables when we spotted Harish. His bag was empty.
"Didn't find what you wanted, bro?"
I asked.
"I'm not buying vegetables from here. I have a guy here who'd bring fresh fruits for my diet."
He said.
"I guessed something like that. I was wondering what our bodybuilder is doing in a vegetable market," Meera joked.
Harish laughed, "Don’t be surprised. I'm the one who normally picks up vegetables for my family."
I could see him glancing at her lips as she smiled.
"Seriously?"
I didn't believe him. He repeated that it's normally his task, and he buys vegetables from the Saturday market.
"But it's far from here."
Meera said.
"That's why that job came to me."
Harish said with a smile.
Meera suggested me I also go to the Saturday market to buy fresh vegetables. I thought it was too far from our place.
Harish remained with us while we picked up vegetables. I knew he was checking out Meera. I nudged her. "You've got a true admirer there."
Meera blinked at me. "Tell me something I don't know."
I loved the cheeky smile she was throwing at me. I loved it even more that she was very casual in giving her neighbour some voyeuristic pleasure.
 
Back at home, I asked her which one of the twin brothers were her true fan. She said it was Harish.
"Girish wants to just socialise. But Harish is fond of just me,"
"Well, you seem to be enjoying it," I quipped.
"I know who's enjoying what," she retorted.
I went on with the topic asking if it was just Harish who was fond of her.
"Most of your neighbours are fond of me. Are you not aware?"
I gave her a look. "Most of them?"
Meera nodded and told me about Narender uncle who had surprised her with a piece of his mind a couple of weeks ago.  Narender uncle and his family lived on one of the top floors of our apartment complex.
"I had given Narender uncle a lift on my scooty to the market. He sat behind me, very close to me, with his hands at my sides. He praised me, saying I was the most beautiful woman in our building and all other women are envious. Many are scared that their husbands and sons would be attracted to me. I asked him how did he know about others' opinions. He said he knows a lot of things when it comes to women. He also said the men do talk about me especially about the way I return home after my evening exercise. He wasn't ready to tell me what they talk, saying he was scared that I might drop him from my scooty. I assured him I wouldn't and I told him I was also curious to know about what other men talk about me. He said the men enjoy my sweaty look after my exercise. They often make cheeky remarks about us, especially because they don't see you sweating out there in the park. They think that's because you have the better option to work out with me in bed. And the day they see me my top is wet with sweat spots, they joke about having me work out with them in the storeroom near our parking lot. One day you know they had a small tossing game- several small stones throwing inside a circle - to find out who's going to go inside the store with me, and to see who's lucky among them."
"Who was the winner?"
"Uncle said it was Sidhartha. They made him buy onion pakoda for others to celebrate his winning."
Siddhartha was a tall guy who lived with his wife Deepika and two children in one of the middle storey apartments.
"I asked uncle what kind of workout they were planning to do with me. He laughed and pinched my belly. He said I was very funny."
 
Even though she was casually mentioning how innocently Narender uncle touched her belly, I had a tough time believing that he would have held the same level of innocence. I remembered how his name had been mentioned by Pawan earlier.
"If I had told any other man in this building  - let it be Narender uncle staying on the top floor, he's past seventy - to have sex with my wife, he would have jumped into the opportunity." Pawan had opined.
I wondered what would the uncle say if he heard the opinion his neighbour had about him.
 
Meera went on, "Narender uncle told me there's nothing to be panic about it because they all are family men. They were just joking about such stuff. Except that he felt one boy - who was of course not part of this grown-up men's group - seemed to be a bit different and to be cautious. It's about Harish. In uncle's opinion, he's a bit dangerous and creepy."
"Harish looks so to anyone," I remarked. "Because of his muscular appearance and difference from his overly social brother."
"I then asked uncle about you," Meera said with a smile and I was instantly curious. "He said you are wonderful but looks always busy with work. He advised me to feed you well."
I looked at her wondering what she meant. Meera smiled again. "I had your same doubt; I asked him what he meant by feeding you. He meant feeding you those things that give you energy - he patted on my belly and quipped 'you know what I mean'. He suggested oats and chickpeas, saying horses are fed with such grains to make them run faster and longer! I said he's unbelievably perverted to suggest such things to a married woman who's younger enough to be his daughter."
"Did he become ashamed?" I asked.
"No, he said he had warned me about it. I told him - yeah, that's the only reason for I'm not dropping you from the scooty."
"The next time when you get a chance you must ask him about his impression on you."
I suggested.
Meera laughed, "You are more perverted than him. You want to know if the old man is nurturing any secret fantasies about me, don't you?"
"If he's nurturing any fantasies about you, I have the right to know. Ask him if he's having those grains."
"You are having a nice time with the stories of other perverts. But the biggest one is sitting with me." She pinched my cheek.
I asked her if she's planning to include those grains in my meals. Meera's eyes shone.
"I'll first check out how longer and faster you can run." She leaned forward and kissed me. "How about doing a trial right now, darling?"
She grabbed the waist with her left hand and inserted her right hand inside my pants. I gasped as I felt her fingers wrapping around my throbbing dick.
"Mmm... you are up but need a little more growth," Meera whispered and bent down to my lap. I felt the warmth of her mouth covering the round head of my dick. I adjusted myself on the sofa and welcomed the unexpected pleasure event as Meera kept going down until her lips touched her lips which were firm around my base. She sucked me to make me hard and strong and then got up to kneel on the couch upon my suggestive gesture. I got inside from behind her, and Meera leaned over the backrest of the couch as I pushed inside her. It felt good and I went faster and faster until I came inside her, panting heavily.
"Too excited... Again!" I blurted out my excuse.
"Mmm... Maybe I'll have to consider feeding you those grains," Meera joked.
I felt embarrassed as I felt she was indirectly telling me that I wasn't matching her needs.
 
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Since the day Meera came to know Harish was buying vegetables from the Saturday market, she wanted me to do the same. She had always been fond of fresh, straight-from-farm vegetables. But I wasn't ready to get up so early as the market opens at around 5 AM and all vegetables get sold out by 7 AM. So I refused.
Friday evening Meera told me that she had spoken to Harish and he agreed to take her along.
I joked about feeding the young man some fantasies. Meera pushed me away.
 
The next morning I woke up only when she returned from the market. She was excited to talk about the quality of vegetables but I was thinking more about how Harish would have felt in her company. Meera noticed me and smiled.
"Don't fancy too much, darling. We didn't share our ride."
I asked her if Harish was not excited to have her around. Meera said even though they had ridden separate bikes, they later stuck together while shopping in the market. Harish's excitement was visible in his actions to protect her from the crowd by putting his arm around him. Meera even made fun of him for that, but she didn't object.
"So he made a move?" I asked.
"Maybe next week he will make a move unless you get up early and go to the market."
Meera teased me.
"I would like to see him make a move, then."
I said.
 
Thereafter I started observing Harish's behaviour around her and I enjoyed it. I didn't feel threatened by him at any point despite his good looks and physique, because I knew Meera wouldn't be stupid enough to let him have his way completely with her. Harish reminded me of my old friend Tejas.
 
The next Saturday Meera went with him again, and she had a naughty smile on her face to wake me upon return.
"What are you gloating about?"
I asked, half awake.
"You do your sleeping," Meera said, "while your neighbour is taking advantage of your cute wife."
I was now completely up.
"Did he?"
"He squeezed me here," she touched her hip. "And he let me know he's got feelings between his legs."
I was stunned. "How?"
"He rubbed it behind me a couple of times while guiding me through the crowd."
"It must be accidental."
"But I'm sure he's aware of it, and he knows that I'm aware of that."
 
Another day, the oldest aunt in the building was given a surprise birthday treat by the apartment association. Every resident of the building gathered in her house. As the cake cutting took place in the overcrowded hall, I noticed Harish standing right behind Meera. As the crowd sang the birthday wishes in chorus, I found it impossible to think anything but Harish was touching her. I had an instant hard-on.
As soon the crowd moved a bit and I found the space to reach Meera, I asked her about it.
"Did he touch you?"
"I know your eyes were on me, Krish."
She said and I instantly felt she was doing it solely for me. I liked the feeling. I felt we were sharing some chemistry no other couple could.
 
While eating the cake Meera revealed that Harish had invited her to his apartment which was opposite. He wanted to show his apartment to her.
"Mmm...he's moving it step by step," I said.
"I asked him if he's inviting us, but he said he'll invite you later," Meera said.
I laughed, "yeah, why would he be interested in the husband?"
 
As the gathering ended, I asked her if she's not accepting his invitation. Harish's mother was also there, so I didn't think anything unusual about it. Meera relented only after a bit of persuasion from me.
 
 
She stayed back as I returned to my flat. Meera returned after twenty minutes.
I was eager to know the details, despite knowing that it would be a harmless quick date.
"His mom was there," Meera said. "But it didn't stop him from being flirty. He showed me his room. A poster of shirtless John Abraham was on the wall. I said I'm surprised to see no photos of girls. He said he's inspired by John to be proud of his physique. Girls don't inspire, they attract him, he said. I asked him which girl has attracted him and he said I should already know that. I asked him how I would know that, and he said he's sure I'm intelligent enough to read his signals. He likes to talk direct, but he's careful. He asked me if I like men with a strong physique. I said yes. He wants to show me his body one day if I allow him. He's proud of his body. I didn't comment on his wish. I inspected his room, teasing him about his stuff. The dumbbells and all. He enjoyed talking to me, and in the end, he asked me out for a milkshake."
"Milkshake?" I wondered.
"Yeah, he doesn't drink coffee."
"Well, one step at a time..." I smiled.
 
The milkshake date Harish was looking for did not happen. Yet there was another incident that spiced up his attraction towards Meera.
One day we got invited to a birthday bash of a friend whom Meera had befriended during her evening workouts. Her name was Ritu. I had prior commitments at work, so I could not attend the event. But I went to the rooftop venue and wished that birthday girl with a present, before the start of the party.
I spotted Sheetal walking in just as I began to exit. She smiled at me and we had a casual chat. She said she decided to come only because of Meera's presence.
I also spotted Harish and Girish. The latter was setting up his musical instruments. Harish greeted me from the distance and then made a gesture towards Meera to imply how gorgeous she looked in the light blue top and jeans.
"Your boyfriend has found you," I whispered at Meera's ears. She pinched me.
"Mind your fantasy, Krish."
"Don't disappoint him, baby," I said.
"Careful with your wish. There are people over here. This is not one of your office parties. Everyone knows everyone here, don't they?"
"So what, he'll find privacy."
Meera looked at me and bobbed her head. "I can read your mind, my cuck hubby. You're never tired of that stuff, are you?"
"I just want you to enjoy the party to the fullest."
"What do you mean fullest? Do I get to fuck the hot guy?"
Her blatant reply caused a sharp spike in my heartbeats.
"I know you are not going to do that. But you can tease him with some sort of freedom."
"Freedom to touch me?"
"Freedom to try to seduce you," I quipped.
 
I left the venue soon and later phoned her to confirm the party was going smooth. I didn't forget to ask about Harish.
"He's with me only. And Girish is singing."
I could hear the loud music in the background.
 
Girish was everyone's centre of attention at the party. But I knew Harish's attention would be on Meera only.
 
I came back after three hours. Meera was already home, after the party. She had changed to pyjamas and a floral top and seemed excited.
I joined her in the bed soon. She was slightly drunk. 
"I had a beer with the girls." She said.
"I thought you would call me while returning," I said.
"Not an issue. Harish was there; he accompanied me and Sheetal here."
"Oh, Harish!" I smiled. "Tell me about him."
"Mmm... Eager to know the details, huh?" Meera caressed my face with a naughty smile.
"I deserve to know, baby," I admitted.
"Well, he was there not for Ritu. He was there for me. Always around me. But he tried to pretend he was there for all the girls in the group. Sheetal even made fun of him. And he said he doesn't have a great voice like his brother's and he has to work hard to impress girls. We had a good laugh. Sheetal told me she had no idea he was so friendly. And apparently, she had no idea Harish was into me."
"So he made any particular move?" I asked, having no interest to hear about Sheetal.
"Yes, he did. He took me for a walk to the south corner of the rooftop. He touched my hands, squeezed my palm, looked into my eyes with a coy smile having no clue how to move it beyond that. It was fun to watch him. I asked him if he's hiding something from me. He said he wished if he had a drink to overcome the nervousness, but his strict diet doesn't allow him to drink. I said I liked his sense of discipline.
I knew he wanted to get closer so I moved closer to let him put his arm around me while leaning our back on the pabangt. He touched my hip and slowly pressed there. I didn't want to get physical so I told him not to be obsessed with me. He said he's obsessed with the thoughts of me.
I felt bad for giving him false hope. I stopped him, saying he's a good guy and he should not forget that I'm married. I said, no matter how I respond to your cues, we are not going to have it.
"I'm fully aware of your marital status," he said, "I'm not going to cause you pain. All I want to do is to continue having the fun which we're already having. A little bit of fun is always welcome."
"A little bit of fun!" I looked at him doubtfully.
"Yeah. Some things might hurt Krish if he knew, but if those same things can be easily hidden from him, and can give you some crazy little fun, then we should enjoy it. It will be fun." Suddenly he was talking, perhaps he got the courage when I allowed him to touch me.
He guided me to the other side of the rooftop. From there we climbed on top of the additional storey. It was their gym and Harish said no one could find us. He showed me the night view from there. It is the highest point of any of the buildings around here. As he moved close to the edge, I got a little scared because there was no pabangt. I told him I'm drunk and scared. He put his arms around me.
"Don't worry, I'll never let you fall." He said.
I told him he's making excuse to hug me.
"But I only want to protect you. With a little bit of fun." He said. Then he stood behind me and kissed at the back of my neck," Meera touched at the back of her neck to show me the exact spot as she spoke. "Here. And then his hand was over my belly. He moved it inside my t-shirt and touched my navel. I could feel his hardness behind me. But I stopped when he tried to move up inside my tee.
"Let's go. Somebody will see us," I said and freed myself from his embrace. We got down and sneaked back into the party."
Meera finished and looked at me. I let out a sigh.
"So that's some serious game of hanky-panky!" I said.
"Is that what you wished for?" Meera pinched my nose.
"I wish you had stayed back a little more."
I admitted blatantly. Meera jumped on me. 
"Haha. Your wish list is long, I know that!"
She sat on my hip and lowered her face to kiss me. I kissed her back.
"Mmm..."
She moaned through the kiss. I could tell she wanted sex. 
"It's a shame you didn't let him taste your lips," I said.
"Which lips?"
She asked, looking straight into my eyes, with a naughty grin. I loved it.
"Whichever," I said.
"Haha." Meera sat up and slowly began unbuttoning her top.
Her phone buzzed at this moment. It was lying next to me and she saw Harish's name flashing on the screen. She checked the message. It was a simple goodnight message.
I wanted her to reply.
Meera refused.
"No, he will know that I'm awake."
"So what?" I asked.
She relented and sent a reply. The next moment she got another message. She looked at me. "See? He will not stop now. He's asking about you."
"Tell him I have slept."
"Do you have something absurd in mind, dear?"
"Let's see how far he takes it."
Meera made a face at me but then proceeded to text him. 
"He thinks it's too early to sleep when you have my company."
"Tell him that I'm sleeping in the other room because you're drunk."
"That's a strange reason to sleep in the other room."
"Say, I'm offended by your drinking."
Meera pressed her palm over my chest, still sitting on my hip. 
"It would make you a conservative husband."
"I'm a conservative husband."
Meera laughed, "haha. That's the biggest joke of the night."
 
Well, the messages from the other side started pouring and Meera was soon smiling at them. She replied fast and I knew she was game.
"Did he ask you what are you wearing?"
I teased.
"Shut up. He's not that forward." She retorted and then added, "Hey, he's asking if he can call me."
The next moment her phone started ringing.
"Take it, take it," I said.
She put her finger across her lips and answered the call.
"Hello," she spoke in a low voice. Harish too spoke in a low voice; I could not make out what he was saying.
"Mmm...that's a nice excuse to call someone at midnight," Meera spoke on the phone.
"......"
"Then it's better to sleep already."
"......"
"Mmm... I don't want to tell you."
"......"
"No. You can't tell that."
"......"
"You can call it my kindness."
"......"
"Right now? You said you don't drink. Then how come you've got so high?"
"......"
"No. Not happening."
"......"
"Hey...!" The phone was disconnected from the other end. Meera looked at me.
"He's crazy!"
She moved aside and lied down on the bed.
"He first said he is unable to sleep, wanted to hear my voice. Then he said his mind is still wandering on the rooftop with me. He thinks there must be a reason why I didn't push him off the building when he kissed my neck, like, maybe I like him. And now he wants to see me. I said not possible but he wants a picture."
"Then send it," I said.
Meera looked at me.
"Come on, it's no big deal."
I said again.
She relented and opened her phone camera to take a selfie, lying in the bed. As she began to do the top button, I stopped her.
"It is okay, baby," I said and split her collars slightly to give a glimpse of her cleavage. Meera protested but I managed to make her send the selfie.
"I'm sending our neighbour a hot picture. I must be drunk." Meera blurted. 
"Did he like it?" I asked.
"He must be kissing his phone screen now," she giggled.
"Why don't you ask him to send his selfie?"
I suggested.
Meera asked him for a photo and he sent a shirtless snap. He too was lying on the bed.
Harish called again. I asked Meera to answer in speaker mode.
"Did you like the photo?" I heard Harish's voice. It was low.
"It's impressive. I'm not surprised why you want to show me your body."
"It's just the upper half. I want to show you the whole."
Meera looked at me and bulged her eyes with a meaningful smile.
"Then send it, why stop yourself?"
She asked.
"Not like this. In real."
"Oh boy! You want to strip in front of me."
"Kind of."
"You're confident that something is gonna happen between us."
"I'll be happy then."
"But you promised you wouldn't cause pain to me. Forgot?"
"I still stick to my word. I know your loyalty to Krish. You know, there on the rooftop, I wanted to kiss you but I stopped because I respect you. I didn't want to offend you."
"You wouldn't have offended me anyway. I was in a good mood."
"Oh. I missed. My bad. Can I go back in time?"
"No."
"Can I come over?"
"You'll only get your ass kicked."
"Then I'll give you a kiss now." He said and followed it with a loud smooch through the phone. "Mmmwaah..."
Meera was blushing. She was not looking at me now.
"Got it?"
"Mmm..."
"Where?"
"Where did you give?"
"On the lips."
"Mmm...I knew."
"Those beautiful soft lips. You know you did the right thing by pushing me away and not letting me kiss you. Otherwise, I would have ended up eating your lips like crazy. Krish is so lucky. But I wish if he had come to you and made you feel special. You were so lovely and sexy tonight. How can he not be aroused seeing you?"
"He sees me every day like this."
"That's not an excuse to sleep alone."
"I know where this is heading. Do you want to give me company?"
"I would love to."
"I know."
"Can I come?"
"How?"
"Open the door."
"You know I'm not that dumb, don't you?"
"I won't do anything."
"Then for what?"
"Just to see you. How you are."
"I'll never open the door for you, no matter what you say."
"Then I can climb down to your balcony from the top."
"And fall to death."
"I wouldn't mind dying for you."
"So romantic!" Meera giggled. "I'm saying goodnight now. See you in the daytime. I like you as a good friend, okay?"
"Okay, goodnight Meera."
 
She kept the phone down and exhaled.
"That's crazy midnight flirting!"
"But you've left it abruptly," I said.
Meera turned to face me in the bed. "What do you want me to do?"
"You could have let him come. I would have interrupted if anything goes wrong."
"Oh, yeah! I remember how you interrupt." She pushed me away. "You'll get me fucked by your neighbour too. It's not funny, Krish."
 
She was referring to a night that happened years ago when I encouraged her to welcome her boss Shekhar to our house after a few nights of midnight flirting. She had promised him a worthy night, without really intending to do it. She agreed to welcome him as I assured her safety. I had promised to interrupt them if anything goes bad. I hid in the storeroom when Shekhar arrived. But the faulty lock trapped me inside the store where the phone network was also not available. The plan went west and the night had an unexpected ending as Shekhar managed to make Meera fulfil her promise. That was her first experience of sleeping with a man other than her husband. And it marked the beginning of a series of sexcapades with many men in her life.
 
Even though she pushed me away with that remark, she joined me back the next moment. This time I let her lips speak directly to mine. We went on to make love passionately. She undid all her buttons but refrained from taking her top off. She unhooked her bra to loosen it and give me full access. I mentioned Harish would be dreaming of doing it himself and Meera smiled. "Yeah, I know."
The sex was great.
 
chapter to be continued...