Adultery Knowing my wife, knowing me as well - 1 by Krish_999 ( Completed )

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Chapter 31

A day later I visited Sam at his house. My very first reaction on seeing him was a slap across his face. It's true that he helped me find out my wife's long-lost faithfulness but that wasn't a reason to thank him. He wanted to blackmail my wife and thereby get in between her legs! I didn't want him come anywhere near to Meera.
I unleashed all my remorse of having messed with my marriage on him with a bench of furious kicks and punches. I called him a betrayer. A backstabber. A cheat. He screamed to stop me but i didn't.
He fell on the couch very soon. A centre table was already broken. Many more things were broken. Including our friendship. I leaned on to him and aimed a punch at his face and stopped.
He looked at me tired.

"Krish, I am a man like you. If you knew my wife Ananya was available, you would love to fuck her, wouldn't you?"

"What?"
I was shocked. I was knocked down by his reasoning.

"I know you would. Anyone would do the same.."

Would you fuck Ananya? I asked myself and I found my inner self laughing. It was a question raised too late. I had already fucked her. I looked at him in disgust. Maybe I saw myself in him.

"The day Meera is available, I would fuck her Krish!" He challenged me. I was helpless by then.

"It's over with you, Sam!" I blurted out and walked away.

I felt like I lied to myself that it was over. His wife was available and I had fucked her. My wife is available and if not him, someone else would eventually find it out and fuck her. It wasn't over.

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Chapter 32

A week might have passed, and came Mr. Shekhar's wedding anniversary. When I got a call from him, I literally dug my mind. He was friendly, like nothing had ever happened between us. He sounded original. It was me who I felt pretending that nothing had ever happened between us. I think I managed to behave as friendly as possible. He concluded with an invite to his home again. And he had a point.

"It's not only me, but also sheelu, will be your host, so I hope you can't say no"

Still I tried to evade, saying we were not in the party mood since our last gathering at his bungalow because Meera said she needed to concentrate a bit more on the work. I wanted to sound like I am aware that something had gone wrong between us.

"... You know, she took your token of love too seriously, I guess. She's a bit concerned about rewarding it with an even better performance..."

I prattled until he interrupted me.

"She's already put up a great performance for me, she doesn't need any improvement at this point of time. After all she's such an experienced asset to the firm as I'm personally informed by her boss Mr. Das"

I don't know which performance he meant but I instantly got jealous at him for having that luxury. The luxury of talking to a husband about his wife's performance even after fucking her at his presence.

We went to the party. I mean, we ended up attending the party. I saw Mr. Shekhar and Meera striking a conversation and I instantly felt an uninspiring sensation growing inside my stomach. It was usual blah blah between us, and I was sure he wouldn't dare to talk anything unwanted in such an occasion. But there are things in life you cannot choose. How you feel.

During the night I saw them together three times and the third time Sheelu walked up to me and said her husband is very fond of my wife. I said he's happy that she changed her firm, in his favour. She instantly agreed. Talking to Sheelu while watching Meera with Mr. Shekhar actually helped me gain some balance. I don't know how but I really felt good. I talked for ten minutes of nothing to her, I don't now remember what did I talk, but I was later amused why the hell did she stay with me so long in the middle of such a party. However, I found her generous and I felt good.

Meera later asked me if I was upset seeing her mingling with Mr. Shekhar. We both had our basic share of booze. I said I wasn't upset as I had sheelu in my company. Her face lit up instantly. She said Mr. Shekhar had also mentioned about seeing Sheelu talking with me. He had told her that I could be flirting with his wife. As Meera talked more about that night, I could make out how Mr. Shekhar was actually flirting with Meera.

"Not me but it's him who were flirting with my wife!"

I replied.
Meera laughed.
We were in our bed. She laughed and hugged me.
That night we made love.
Life wasn't normal, though I made love to her every night.

Every other night we would joke about Mr. Shekhar. A joke I knew wasn't.
Eventually, one day I got a call from Meera asking if she can go for a coffee with him. I don't know why but I agreed instantly.
She was home before six in the evening. I had my usual queries that helped her easily read uneasiness. A part of me wanted her to understand my difficulty. My other part wanted to act cool. But I ended up being mocked at by her. She said I'm acting very weak. Then I mouthed one of my biggest blunders, yet again.
I said I don't really mind even if she goes out with a dinner date with him. She said I'm just joking.
I said I'm not.
She said if she goes on a dinner with him, he'd definitely take her to his home as Sheelu is not there.

"Where did Sheelu go?" I asked.

"She's gone to her son, who's working in Bangalore."

"So, if he takes you to his home, will you go?"

She thought for a moment and said she would, but she wouldn't let him have sex with her.
I appreciated her imaginary decision, in my mind.

"Because he's old?"

"May be."

"How about Arman?"

She turned her her head to me. It's a rare for me to talk about him.
She had a wicked smile.

"What about him?"

"If he shows up and asks you out, would you go?"

"You want me to go?"

She wanted to throw the ball in my court.

"I'm asking what would you do, would you go?"

She smiled again. And nodded affirmatively.
I couldn't make out whether she's just teasing me or letting me know her wish in a light way.

Later I walked into our washroom with my dirtiest imaginations involving Meera and Arman. I don't know what he had done to me but I never feel anything tragic in her incident with Arman. May be it's my unconscious mind, which believed that he must have earned it. He deserved her. He was powerful enough to satisfy her.
This thought was eating up my mind day by day. Though I made love to Meera every day during her safe period except when I was drunk, I knew I wasn't satisfying her. May be she won't accept it to me but that's the truth.
I felt empathy for her.
My empathy often lead me to washroom. I tried to find solace in imagining her with Arman. A couple of times I imagined us taking a trip to Goa again and meeting up with Arman again. Her face would lighten up on seeing him. I would tell her she can go with her, if she happens to ask me permission. She'd come back after one hour and what would she do? She would thank me? Or would she just look me down? Would she look at Arman thinking he's what she deserves and at me thinking this is what she got?

It was a drug. I was drugged.
Like I said, there are few things in your life you cannot choose. How you feel is one of them.
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Chapter 33

When I walked out of washroom, being exhausted, I saw Meera chatting.
It was Mr. Shekhar online.

"Oh really? You guys are together again!"

"Not like that. This is official. Can't avoid baby."

Things happen because of a reason. And things happen for a reason. Universal law.

"Hey I ain't complaining. You can go on."

She smiled.

"You can even tell him I'm not here."

She threw a pillow me.

"You're drunk, ain't you?"

"No. I'm not."

It was a lie.

"Why would I tell so?"

"To test him. Let's see if he's really off it."

"He is not interested, I know. He doesn't talk anything of that sort nowadays."

"Oh you don't know the truth then. "

"Oh, come on! What do you want me to do? You want me to invite him now? "

She seemed pissed off. I think she was acting pissed off.

"Yes."

"And you'll hide?"

"Yes.."

She quickly touched my dick with her hand and I was hard. I didn't expect that and I couldn't save myself. My useless dick turned out to be really a dick.

"And you want me to spend time with the old man"

"No."

"Don't lie baby. I know you like it"

She had a wicked smile.

"But he's really pathetic in bed, he would finish in five minutes.."

She mocked a disappointing face.

"That's why I'm letting you do it..."

"You're letting me.... do it, huh?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to watch?"

I still didn't know if she's serious.

"Yes."

"You dirty little bastard!"

She threw a punch at my stomach.
Then she typed few words on her mobile and showed me.

It read like this:
"n u knw, Krish isnt hme"

It was sent. Now I knew she was serious.

The die was cast.

I felt a growing sensation in my stomach. But I could bear it. I was kind of enjoying it.
Her mobile announced the arrival of a new message. She quickly read it and looked at me.

"He's coming, Krish!"

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Everything was the same.

I stood still inside the darkness of the store room. The light was still not working. The door lock was still damage and I was really locked up. Outside, I didn't know if it's the living room or the bedroom, Meera was with Mr. Shekhar. He had arrived.
I looked at my mobile and time showed ten fifteen. My dick was still hard. Very hard.

Yet everything wasn't the same.

This time things weren't as quick as last time. I expected him to be taking some drinks this time or them even doing some business talks. But it wasn't true. Anyways, by the time Meera opened the door, after fifty odd minutes, my dick had gone limp in my pants.
Fifty minutes. Then she opened the door. She had her face washed, I noticed immediately.

"What took you so long?"

"It's not me, it's him took so long Krish!" Her voice was calm.

"What, he was talking?"

"No, you don't think so, do you?"

I thought she was still teasing me, as I walked into our bedroom. There I saw, the bed. It looked like an orgy was done there.
I looked her in misbelief. This time I saw her face clearly. Her hair was messy, lips were swollen. She was the aftermath.
She nodded her head. That's all I got at that moment. She went to bathroom and had a quick shower. I went to other one and took a bath myself too.
But the volcano was melting and an eruption was inevitable. She spoke when she was ready. She looked into my curious eyes and she could easily see that I wanted to hear it all.

Mr. Shekhar had come to redeem himself. He wanted to make amends.
"Last time I disappointed you, I know" He said, stopping her going to kitchen for drinks. He was quick to walk her into the bedroom. There, he wasn't an old man.

He was a strong man. And like a strong man he felled her to the bed. In bed, he loved her like a real lover. He started with a passionate kiss on her lips that was enough to push open all the gates of intimacy between them. Meera couldn't stop herself open her mouth and let him devour her tongue. Her floral tank-top disappeared as he moved his lips down along her neck to her curves and tasted her tits. His tongue drew circles around it. She lay completely nude in no time yet he showed no hurry to proceed further. He showered her with flattering compliments. As his lips inched from her navel toward her neatly trimmed pubic hairs, it tickled her and she giggled. And then he spread her legs and got in between them. Starting with a light kiss, he ended up eating her pussy incessantly, and didn't finish until she met with her first orgasm. She had to suppress her scream.

"It was awesome, baby" Meera looked at me. She unzipped me and took my dick out. It was in a complete mess, just like me. She took my right hand and placed it over my dick. She wanted me to take care of myself. I did that happily. I didn't want to interrupt her.

He then removed his pants and all, and presented her with his fully erect, slightly bent to left, enormous dick. She found it bigger than last time. She mentioned it to him.
"That was mine, then. Now, it's yours!" He whispered.
She grabbed it slowly and moved her hand even more slowly. He finished unbuttoning shirt and threw it away to reveal him completely nude. He wasn't an old man anymore. He then arose on his knees and moved closer. As he put his hands through her hairs, she could easily sense what he is seeking. His dick was speaking to her. She bent herself a bit and kissed it. Then she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth.

As she told me this, I literally forgot to even blink. This wasn't first time I had come across a situation where she was revealed to be tasting someone's dick. But here, it was her revealing it. It was real. Her red soft lips had let a piece of meat pass it. Her tongue, aided by it's thousands of taste buds had had the taste of it. At that moment I envied Mr. Shekhar. I still do.

"I stretched my mouth to contain him, and to suck him. I didn't like it. But I felt I can't deny him. I didn't want to say no to him, baby"
Meera said.

After that he laid her on her back, with her legs up in the air, and shoved his dick into her. Into her hole. This time he didn't come in two or four minutes. He raised her legs on to his shoulder while he knelt between them and fucked her slowly yet rhythmically. He was hitting only in right places and she was quick to reach her orgasm, yet again.

"Huh! It was something! But know, he wasn't done."

Meera sighed.

He then made her sit on top of his rod and ride him. Something she never thought she'd be doing with him. His hands were on her tits as she was hit deepest of her. Until a point she cried she can't move anymore. He said he can handle it. He then turned her on her back and got between her legs again, to fuck her a bit faster this time. He encouraged her to ask him to fuck her harder. She screamed it until he shot his juices deep inside her.
Meera asked me if I had heard her screaming which she was doing nonstop.

"It was awesome, baby!"

For her, It was awesome.
For me, it was a revelation. I had ejaculated by then. I was in a complete nasty mess, but she didn't seem cared. That was a relief.

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Chapter 34

I slept like a dead man that night. In the morning, lying in my bed, I watched Meera getting ready for work and leave. I chose to stay in the bed. I felt no need to wake up. By the time I woke up, the world around me had become a blur. It looked like I hadn't slept in many days, and when I did, my dreams were nightmares that refused to fade away even in the morning. I was living a dream. What was clear in a dream, suddenly made no sense. Including the fact that you are awake.


"It was awesome baby!" Meera's voice echoed in and out of my dreams. She was in my bed, lying nude, her legs both up in the air, receiving that awesomeness between them. I could see her man, an old man in his fifties, moving his hip down and down, deep into her. I couldn't watch it anymore. My wife was taken. When she asked me if I wanted to watch, I was thrilled of such a possibility. I thought it would be amazing to watch her doing that. But it wasn't. When I saw it in my dreams, they turned out to be nightmares. Because she was pleased by being taken. I couldn't watch it.
I closed my eyes.

When I closed my eyes, it forced me to look at the darkness inside. In a nightmare, every choice you make is wrong one. And it's outcome is another nightmare. It never cease to exist.
I knew I had committed a sin. I had become the sin.

I felt I need to be punished for what I had done.

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Chapter 35

By the time Meera returned from work, I had become someone else. Inside. Outside, I pretended to be her husband.
I had prepared coffee for her. She sat in the couch and took a sip while measuring up my weak body language.

"Stop acting, Krish!"

She said.

"What?"

I looked at her like I was freshly awaken.

"Stop acting like you regret it."

It took a moment to sink in. She had my undivided attention and she continued.

"You should know the truth as it is. It wasn't an accident. You wanted it."

Yeah I knew that. I'm the sin. I said in my mind.

"Yeah, I know, I wanted it. But I'm scared if I would end up losing you."

I said.

I hadn't actually thought about losing her until i spoke those words. But as soon as i said it, I suddenly realised a matter to worry. What I had until then worried about was the past. But now, suddenly, I was worried about the future. I couldn't lose her. I loved her.
I wanted to cry like a baby. She sat me with her. Ran her fingers through my hair.

"You won't, Krish. If you think you'd lose me, then I guess you don't trust me..."

"No, no, baby. I trust you. I know whatever you did, you did it for me. You did it for my pleasure.."

At that moment, I was speaking with at most honesty.
Love is blind.

"Are you grieving because of what has happened?"

I nodded.

"You are wrong baby. You don't regret that. And it's okay. I know you like it. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it."

A few weeks earlier, in a dramatic moment, she had whispered in my ears that she couldn't stop her doing it. But at this very right moment, I failed to recollect it.
Love is dumb.

I still didn't know where it was taking me. Only thing I knew was that I had stepped over the edge. And I was about to be slipped into an alternate reality.

"You should accept that you love it when I do it."

I heard Meera saying.
She was rubbing her nose with mine.

"And you should know that I don't regret it. I can tell what is real and what is fake. I love you and you only, and that's real. Shekhar, Arman, all are fake. I can stop them whenever you choose."

I don't know if she was brainwashing me, but her words really soothed my mind. Because she was talking about future. She was assuring me of my love. We were still in love. We were still a couple.
I pressed my lips onto hers in a moment. They were softer than ever. No matter how many men have had its taste, it would still be fresh for me.
Love is insane.

"No, not now, baby. I need a shower first."

She shook her head and got up.

I was restless throughout the evening. I didn't wait for dinner. As soon as she was out of the wash room, I carried her in my arms into the bedroom and felled her to the bed. She could see how horny i was. But I wasn't shy.

"I'm not ready. Please.."

She said. But I wasn't one to stop.
Her towel had already vanished. Fresh, warm aroma from her skin was maddening me. I don't remember how I peeled her yellow panty off her and I do remember how I pressed my face in between her thighs. She didn't say a single word of encouragement, but I was a man possessed. Her lips, down there, was wet, only because of her shower. I mistook her to be aroused, or I didn't care, and i stripped myself off my shorts. I was fully erect.

"Omg, no, Krish!"

She tried to stop me.

"I am not ready!"

She said.

"Come on baby, i can't stop it. Please let me."
I wanted it.

"You didn't like to suck a dick, but you did it because you didn't want to deny his wish, did you?"

Someone inside me made me ask all of a sudden. She was taken aback.
I had shown my dick into the door of her love hole.

"Are you hurt?"

She asked a direct question. I stumbled instantly.

"No, no. It's not that..."

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes.."

"Now push it Krish..."

She whispered, gesturing her eyes downward. I don't know if it was a reward for my confession. I pushed my dick into the hole and I could feel it was dry. But I wasn't interested in pausing.
Meera took a quick yet heavy breath, indicating the pain that I instilled in her.

"Am I hurting you, baby?"

I asked.

"Huh, yes! But it's okay, I want it, Krish!"

She tried to smile.

"Go, now."

I slowly pulled myself back and pushed again.
She took another breath. I saw her smiling herself despite the pain.

"What?"

I asked.

"You know, I wanted this in the morning. I was so horny. So wet..."

"Oh really?"

"Now I'm so dry..."

"Should I stop?"

"No, no. We can do it."

"Did I hurt you by asking about sucking him?"

"No. Did I hurt you by sucking him?"

"No."

"Did you like it?"

"Mmm.. maybe..."

"Say yes..."

"Yes..."

"So you want me to do it again?"

"Yes.."

"I will hold his dick and suck him..."

"Yes..."

"I will shake it and I will rub it's head on my lips... These lips.."

She touched her lips.

"Yes... Yes..."

"Kiss me Krish.."

I bent forward and kissed her. Deep, hard and passionate. I felt her tongue on my lips. It felt like the most intimate kiss we ever shared.
Once parted, I again pushed my dick into her. This time, it was smooth. That was all it took her to be wet.

"Fuck me now Krish.."

They weren't merely some random words of encouragement but an order to me. I went in and out of her, like I wanted to stay inside her forever.

"Tell me more, Krish!"

She wanted to hear more and I could only moan.

"Oh, Meera!"

"Tell me yes, I will take all of his dick in my mouth..."

"Yes.. Yes baby I want you do it... Suck him.."

"Do you want me to make him cum?"

At that moment I couldn't say whether it's her or me who were more insane.
Love is evil.

"Yes I want you make him cum in your mouth..."

"Oh baby..."

She moaned.

"All his cum in your mouth..."

She could only gasp this time.

"And I want you swallow it all..."

"Yes, yes, I will..I will swallow it all..."

And next moment, I was there again. Shooting all of mine into her.
My breath. My sweat. My blood. My conscience. My life. My love. All were flowing into her, exhausting me completely.
I had reached the bottom of everything. I couldn't see or feel anything for a few moments. Then when I opened my eyes, it felt like a door was opened.

Love is opening doors.
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Chapter 36

Mr shekhar was in the air.
Sex was awesome between the husband and wife. We made love frequently, and we were aroused of talking about Mr. Shekhar. By each passing day I could feel like my wife would soon be sleeping with someone else again. I had accepted my nightmares as my destiny and they had ceased to distress me. I expected Mr. Shekhar walking into my life at any moment.

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During those days Meera told me about an important development at her work. She was interviewed by her zonal head in charge, Mrs. Stella, directly and she was wanted to be working directly under her. She had some positive feedbacks for her.

She told her that her performance among a number of others were under her direct observance and she had found her work impressive as well as inspiring. She said she had been looking for someone like Meera and it's time to step up her profile.

The point was, Meera was up for a promotion.

I said it's a good news then. But I wasn't thinking much.

She explained it to me. It means her departure from Mr. Shekhar's comfort zone. It means she could no way favour him anymore.

"Actually, I have helped him way too much, I mean I favoured his deals, and it'll be problem for, I mean for him basically to continue get anything of that sort.."

She was worried more than I believed she should be.

I asked if there was something to worry about herself.

"No.. I mean not until Mr. Shekhar decides so.."

"What does that mean?"

"Means when the question arises why he was favoured among all, he can betray me if he wants.."

"But that won't make him save himself"

"Yeah but that's definitely a better reply than being silent and get blacklisted forever"

I could feel the foul smell then.

"But, will he do that?

"I don't think so, and that's why I feel safe. But I'm not feeling good about leaving him behind, it's too soon."

I felt good that my wife isn't a selfish one. She was at least thinking about it. She is actually a good person, I know.

"I think you should talk about it in detail with Mr. Shekhar"

I said.

"He knows"

Oh.

Mrs. Stella contacted Meera next day. She was considering an immediate welcome move. Meera said she needs two more days to decide.

Meera called me that noon and told me it's getting quite tough at her office. Mr. Das didn't like her movement for reasons she said she don't know.
She had spoke to Mr. Shekhar about it and he said he wanted to meet Mr. Das along with Meera. Meera informed me that she might be late as the meeting would be after her working hours.

She came home one hour late that evening. And she was very upset. I could read it from her face that nothing was gone in her as well as Mr. Shekhar's favour.

I just asked if it didn't work. She said it didn't.
I didn't ask anything else.

She spoke about it later at night.

Mr. Shekhar took her to a private room at Angels Restau-Bar and Mr. Das arrived after a tensed ten minutes.
Mr. Shekhar's idea was to let him make a suitable replacement at Meera's current chair. He was also offering monitory benefits to Mr. Das. At that very moment Meera wondered why it was so tough to do it at the moment, because it was same Mr. Das who had let his earlier request or demand or whatever it was to place Meera in the chair. She couldn't make out why they both fell apart. Though she didn't say anything, Mr. Das was straight forward and cleared her confusion in a moment.

He said, he would do as Mr. Shekhar suggested, only if his sole wish was fulfilled.
He glanced at Meera more than necessary while he spoke.

"I could anticipate what was coming."

Meera said to me. But I couldn't see what she saw. I asked her what it was.

"He wanted me!"
she said.

Now I literally dropped my jaw on the floor.
Things that happen inside these corporate offices are quite unbelievable. And Mr. Das had even more surprises to throw in.
Mr. Das wanted to sleep with Meera for once. He said he had heard about her even before her profile was introduced to him by Mr. Shekhar through theircommon friend Mr. Verma. It was from Mr. Das' close pal named Mr. Thomas.
Mr. Thomas had told him about an encounter he had with a girl named Meera at a party few months ago. He had almost made it home but he was slapped across his face when he made his vital move. It was a rare failure for him. When Mr. Das later heard about Meera, he immediately wanted to see her because Mr. Thomas was in such a good impression about her curves. Meera's profile was also impressive and there was no need to turn down Mr. Verma's request. From the first day of his meeting with Meera, Mr. Das was nurturing his dream of having this chick in so demand, so badly.

Now she was moving out, and the only compensation that he could think of was herself.

"Only, you can save this man and his business, Meera. And of course, your career too!"

Mr. Das had a wry smile on his face.
Meera's face frowned as she explained it all to me.

And, while listening to her word by word, the most importantly, I made a crucial mistake, which you guys might have already guessed. For those who haven't, I will tell you more about it later.

"I know it won't sound so good for you to do, but if you don't it can be worse."

Mr. Das said and Meera couldn't hold herself anymore. She jumped up and bang! A tight slap on his face.

"You dirty pig. How dare you?"

Both Mr. Shekhar and Mr. Das was terrified by her actions. But Meera didn't care. She neither spent a moment there nor waited for Mr. Shekhar's response, before storming off the place. She rushed herself to the parking space. A few minutes later Shekhar arrived.
He straightaway grabbed her hand and said she did the right thing. He smiled at her and asked her to relax.
He said it's okay.

"I couldn't feel at ease. You know I was actually beginning to worry if I had put him in trouble."

Meera said and sipped the coffee I had made for her.
I couldn't disagree with her. Her action would indeed attract severe consequences.
But I was glad with Mr. Shekhar's reaction. He had earned my respect. I told Meera about it.

"Yeah, he is a good person."

She looked at me.

"But I think I overreacted, didn't I? I definitely did. I could have rejected his demand verbally, I shouldn't have slapped him. How foolish I was.."

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Chapter 37

Our doorbell rang at the moment.
It was Mr. Shekhar.
Just seeing his face was enough for Meera. She sobbed.

"I ruined everything, didn't I?"

Mr. Shekhar sat next to her and tried to console her.
"No, it's okay. He got what he deserved. You did the right thing. And you don't have to worry about it's consequences. Especially you. I told him there will be consequences if he dares to move a muscle against you. If he does, I'll make sure he'll also feel the heat."

He sounded really firm and this time Meera really felt at ease.
I too felt good because his words meant he not only deprecate her but also stood for her.
He was gracious.

"So what about you?"

"What about me? There is nothing left for me to do, for sure. But that's not the end of the world baby, I can take a step back, it's no big deal. Your old firm, do you think they will black list me for this? They should welcome me instead, shouldn't they?"

Now Meera's face really lit up. They were talking business or things best understood by them only.

"Yeah, really! I never thought about it."

Meera even smiled.

"You know, I was worried I really ruined you.."

"Oh no! How can you be so silly?"

Mr. Shekhar laughed and patted on her shoulder.

Meera was all smiles.

"So it's..."

"Come on Meera, move on! It's time."

"Oh God! Thanks!"

She was relieved completely and smiled at me.

"So what next?"
I asked.

"What next? It's only about Meera now, she's being promoted. Bring the bottle, man!"

Mr. Shekhar was ecstatic.
I didn't want to waste time. As I began walking to the kitchen he stopped me.

"Oh, I brought the bottle, Krish. You ready the snacks, please!"

"Are we partying, guys?"

I heard Meera asking and assumed Shekhar would answer it. There was meat, and fish in the freezer. I volunteered to cook.
Mr. Shekhar soon fetched the scotch from his car and he himself prepared the drinks.
After finishing the first round, I returned to kitchen. I could hear them talk and laugh. I heard him suggesting her that he would take us out for dinner once the drinks are over. She was saying no, she would do it instead.
My snacks were ready by the end of second round and I returned to the living room with it. Meera was sitting with Mr. Shekhar. I played music at a low volume.
Mr. Shekhar turned his head to me.

"Bringing up the party mood, huh?"

I smiled.

"You know I really love the ambience you guys create at home so effortlessly. It's amazing."

"Yours is even better, Shekhar. What do you say Meera?"

I asked.

"But you have Meera with you. She's a rare breed, I mean the way she stands by you in your every move. She's so fun. Absolutely beautiful and intelligent. I really envy you, Krish. How can you be so lucky?"

His comments was really flattering. I looked at Meera. She was enjoying every bit of the sounds dropped out of his mouth. She blushed.
More than her face, my eyes were really stuck to her lips.

"I will shake it and I will rub it's head on my lips... These lips.."

I suddenly remembered her words, of a few days ago. It brought me am itche inside my stomach. I withdrew my eyes.

"Oh come on. Next time when I see Sheelu I'll ask her if you flatter her like this.."

Meera said.

"I am not flattering you, Meera. Come on, it's real. Ask your husband. I am sure he won't disagree."

How can I disagree with you, Meera? I asked in my mind.

I nodded myself and poured another round.

"Come on, don't drink too much. Tonight you don't disappoint your lady, please!"

Mr. Shekhar joked and Meera laughed. I had to force myself to laugh.

"It's my wife's celebration and if not now, then when?"

I managed to say.

"Oh then, you first need to take her to bed. Then you can resume drinks, what do you say Meera?"

I couldn't really make out whether he's flirting or he's just poking me.

But Meera took things to another level.

She grabbed me by my collar and pulled me to her. I felt her lips around mine and I thought I would drop the drink from my hand. Only after she finished her short kiss I realised I wasn't holding any drink.

"Oh this is really hot. Should I help you with the lights, guys?"

Mr. Shekhar arose from his couch and switched off the lights. It was all dark then except for the light from the kitchen.

"Oh! Where are the other lights, man?"

Meera laughed.
I got up and got the remote.
I switched on all the decorative lights. Red and blue lights.
Mr. Shekhar turned the music volume up and returned to his couch.

"Mmm... You want to watch it really?"

I heard Meera and I wondered what's there to watch.

"Of course, allow me!"

Said Mr. Shekhar.
Meera smiled at me. I couldn't think of anything. With her everlasting smile she simply got up and sat on my lap, facing me. I leaned back on to the couch.
Her lips were again on mine. I couldn't even breath. I felt her fingers running through my hair. I felt her tongue intruding my mouth and all my defence were broken in a moment.

"Baby!"

I heard her whisper.

"Mmm."

I moaned.

"Do you want to make love to me, now?"

I could only moan.
She pulled my T-shirt up and I merely held my hands up. She tossed it away. I couldn't really think of Mr. Shekhar at that moment. I could only sense my dick making strong growth in my pants. She too felt it and by moving her hip a bit backward, she touched it with her hands.

"You're up. Let me see!"

So saying she pulled my shorts along with my jockey. My erection jumped out, and she quickly grabbed it.

"Mmmmm.... You're really up."

She smiled.
I struggled to breath.
And what she did next nearly stopped it.
She slid both the bodice straps of her dress down off her shoulders with both her hands and pulled it down. Down, until I saw her dark coloured bra - I couldn't make out the actual colour in the dim, dancing lights- and her breasts - I could make out the colour and softness even if I go blind- and still wanted to see more. I wanted to have more. My hands rushed through her silky skin body and I quickly managed to unhook her bra. I was blind by lust by then, and I tossed it away with a smile. I immediately wanted to kiss her and admire the beauty that she was. As I was beginning to dip my face into her milky hills, she turned her head toward Mr. Shekhar.

"Shekhar, are you there?"

She asked.
I couldn't see him.

"I'm here only, honey!"

I heard his voice.

"And you want to join?"

I skipped many of my heartbeats.

"I'm dying to, Meera!"

I heard him say.
My heartbeats resumed, and it was quite faster.

"Isn't it okay Krish?"

Meera looked deep into my eyes. It was a question. But she wasn't asking. She was just suggesting what she wanted to do. I could merely node.

"Say yes! He may want to hear it!"

She said. It was an order now.

"Yes!"

She gave me a momentary smile before turning toward him. By then, I saw his face near her head.

"Are you ready, Shekhar?"

She asked.
He didn't say anything. He placed his both hands on her shoulders and bent his upper body to bring his face closer to hers; and without showing any sign of hesitation, he kissed her. A lip to lip, first kiss that lasted only three seconds I guess. She smiled at him again. Then she put her hands on his palms and pulled it down, to her breasts. My eyes was following his hands until I was blocked by her face as she kissed me again. On my lips. I couldn't respond, though I was horny as hell.
By the time she finished, she had left her grab of his hands.
She quickly turned to him.

"I think you should take off your clothes..."

She whispered. My eyes was shamelessly glued to him. He wasn't even looking at me. He smiled back at her and started unbuttoning his shirt. We both sat still as he removed it.

"Now, pants too."

She didn't stop smiling.

"Oh.. You're making me nervous."

He said.

"Really? No problem, I'll help."

So saying she extended her left hand and pulled him closer by his pants. I had no idea how could she be so spontaneous. The men, both were nervous.
She helped him unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants, and I watched her pulling it down to reveal his Calvin klein's, and more than that, his bulge. My wife was taking me to a threesome. I wanted to have some water, suddenly.

"Oh you're up!"

She quipped.

"For you!"

He replied.

"Is it for me?"

"Every inch of it."

"Every inch? Wow! But how many are they?"

She was now looking up into his eyes.

"Why don't you check it yourself?"

He was every bit of impressive as he always been. I could neither speak a word nor make a move as they talked intimacy.
They were teasing each other.
Meera looked at me.

"I should check it out, baby?"

I didn't have a reply. She neither waited for one, and she slipped off my lap. Her boobs shook and it's swinging motion easily caught my attention. She didn't care at all and she dropped to her knees.
Then she pulled his brief down with both her hands.
His dick swung up into the air, and I saw it. And what a cock it was.

It wasn't something that Meera had earlier picturised to me. It seemed like it would be bigger limp than I am hard. It was bigger and thicker.

"Oh, yes, it's big!"

I heard Meera say.
I knew she was saying it for me. I anticipated her grabbing it. My dick was out of my shorts and I had started leaking precum.

"What you want me to do, Shekhar?"

She looked up into his eyes.

"It's all yours Meera."

"Tell me."

"I want you to kiss it.."

"No, I won't do it without my husband's permission..."

They both were playing games and I was the audience.

"Krish won't disagree..."

"No, he won't allow.."

"Why?"

"Because I have never done this to him!"

"Oh really? Really Krish?"

He suddenly turned to me. She too. I stammered.

"Yeah... Yeah..I mean never.."

"Oh, shit.. You must be kidding!"

I sat like a statue. I knew what was happening. It was humiliation. But my dick was hardening. I couldn't help it.

"But it's okay. Now Krish, please ask your wife to do it.."

He held Meera's head and moved an inch closer to her. I thought his dick would touch her face any moment.

"Come on Krish, ask. I can't wait to have her lips on my..."

He stopped.
Meera too looked at me.
Was she smiling?

"Just say it, Krish!"

"Yeah, do it."

I blurted out.

"Say it louder, Krish."

Her voice was firm.

"Do it, Meera!"

I upped my weakened voice.

"Do what?"

"Kiss him.."

"Him? Where? And only kiss?"

Questions poured in and I knew I was just making Mr. Shekhar annoyed.

"I mean his dick... And not just... Not just kiss.. suck him..I want you to suck him, baby!"
I finished conveying my wish to my queen.
She smiled at me and I saw her hand moving to his dick. I could see the lustful look in her eyes. She took his throbbing erection in her hand as she turned her face to it and lifted it's weight into her mouth. I swallowed my saliva as she pushed her face slowly forward to contain him inside her mouth.
What followed next was a complete assault which I couldn't distinguish as a mouth assault or dick assault. Meera worked hard and he merely stood there slightly touching her head. I could see him enjoying every bit the pleasure my wife was giving him. At one point he looked at me to say that I should remove my shorts and shake myself.
I badly needed that comfort. I removed my shorts quickly and sat there completely naked. I wasn't ashamed of my size. I knew my size wasn't small. He was just oversized. That's it.
I started jerking my dick and I ejaculated within no time. Luckily - I thought at that time - they both didn't notice when I came.
Meera then removed her mouth and started working her right hand on him. She was very fast.
Shekhar moaned she's taking him there.

"Krish, can I swallow him?"

Meera asked me, without looking at me.
I couldn't speak.

"Just say yes, Krish!"

Mr. Shekhar shouted, and I instantly replied.

"Yes, swallow him, baby!"

Meera increased her speed and I knew he would cum any moment.
I leaned a bit right to see it clearly. I was in.
Then he came. She suddenly put its head into her mouth and held it that way, as Shekhar moaned.

"Oh yes, my Meera, yes!"

Then I saw her swallowing. I don't know how much. I didn't see even a drop. She didn't let me. What a bitch! But I saw her swallowing it part by part.
Once finished, she looked up and smiled at him. Her man.
She got up and first thing she did was to drop her dress to the floor. Her pink panty remained, unable to hide any of her marvelous curves.
I didn't hear them talking anything, but everything was well said. She sat on the couch next to me and he kneeled. He then pulled her panty down, running his hands along with her thighs.
She pushed her hip forward and spread her legs apart. He pulled her legs even closer to him, before kissing between them. She moaned immediately, and and slapped on my thigh with her left palm.

"Huh!"

She gasped.
His mouth was open, and I could see his tongue going in and out of her wet lips. I had the perfect view for the whole fifteen minutes that he devoured her pussy. At end of it, she pushed his head away, and shouted.

"Enough! Take me to the bed Shekhar..Fuck me now Shekhar!"

Shekhar licked his lips and shook his head.

"No. Not until Krish tell me so."

I couldn't believe things that they were making me do. I had to become their slave.

"Tell him Krish, tell him to fuck me."

Meera hit me again.

"Fuck her, Shekhar, please."

I said.

"Good."

He smiled.

He got up and made her lean to her left, to my lap, and raised her right leg to the handrest the couch. She lay there with her head in my lap. Her left foot was still the floor and that made her well stretched apart.
He half-kneeled with his left knee on the edge of the sofa and shoved his massive dick into her hole and paused.
Meera moaned.
He looked up to me. I was watching without even blinking.

"I'm going to fuck your wife, Krish! Isn't it hot?"

"Yes, it is. Fuck my wife Shekhar, Please!"

I said quickly. Was I hurrying?

He immediately thrust his dick into her, causing her to moan loudly. Meera held on to my hand with her left hand and on to the couch with her hand as he slowly pushed all of his into her within a few thrusts and then began to slid in and out of her. Her body flapped as he fucked her. He was stretching her inside; as I could make out as I heard her making a sound 'huh' every time he pushed into her.
She looked up into me and touched my face.

"I... love you...Krish!"

I heard her say painstakingly. I know if I tell you this now, you'd say how foolish I was, but this simple gesture from her at this juncture sounded a lot for me. I felt her generous as well as loving to be able to acknowledge my presence.

"I love you too, baby!"

"Oh my baby... he's so... fucking awesome."

She turned her eyes back into him as another thrust pushed deep into her.

"He is... so fucking... perfect.. Huh!"

"Your wife is so tight, Krish!"

Mr. Shekhar said and bent forward to kiss my wife before resuming his deep penetration.
He fucked her harder and and deeper, making her almost cry. Her breasts swayed back and forth with each push.

Then Meera began to orgasm. She gave her complete attention to him and moaned loudly, pulling his hip into her.

"Huh... fucking.. Ouch!"

He paused a few moments to let her settle down before going all in again. And it was longer. Longer as she had mentioned about him last time. He wasn't an old man. He was teaching me and I was witnessing if not learning how to make love to my wife.

It wasn't horribly late as he was there.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Groaned Shekhar.

He stepped up his pace and force, slamming into my wife's hole harder and announced it.

"I'm cumming Meera."

"Yeah," Meera moaned.

"Please, Shekhar! Fill me up. Oh my god."

He waited no more. He groaned loudly and pushed deeper into her, while pulling her hips back into him. A couple of more quick thrusts, and he was done. My throat went dry as I felt all of it's water was transmitted to my cock to make it cum. I was shaking myself incessantly. And I shoot another load into the air as my wife was being filled with cum from another man. My wife looked at him tenderly.
He lowered his torso and kissed her, right in front of my eyes. Her arms made a circle around his neck as she kissed him back. Her messed up hairs strands lay in my lap, and I had to take extra effort not to make it polluted by touching my dick. I now wonder what effort I had made, not to make my wife polluted. She was lying there, having consumed and contaminated with loads of cum through her both ends.

"You're the, oh my god... you're so good, Shekhar! I love it!"

Meera breathed compliments, while Mr. Shekhar stood up. She too arose and picked up her dress from the ground.

I saw her noticing my now limp dick and the mess I had reached. She had a wicked smile her face. I ignored it and pulled up my shorts.
Meera wore her dress and touched my face.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby?"

"Yes, baby!" I tried to smile.

Mr. Shekhar too had finished dressing up, and he pulled her towards him.

"Did you enjoy the fucking, baby?"

"Oh yeah...!'

So saying she leaned forward and they kissed, surprisingly noisy. Unsure of what I should do next, I sat there on my own, as they kept eating each other's lips.

I was starting to feel the pain. I knew it's going to be devastating.

***

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"Make us a drink, Krish!"

Meera said as soon as she separated herself from Mr. Shekhar. I couldn't make out whether that 'us' included me too. I didn't think much deep about it anyway. I had stopped thinking at all. I tried to keep it simple and just filled our glasses with scotch and soda. Meera asked me to keep it light for her. She picked up her panty from the floor and started wearing it.
Mr. Shekhar had some other plans.

"Keep it that way, honey!"

Meera looked at him, eyes widened. I could see surprise as well as enthusiasm in her face. She was still excited.
I was equally surprised but I chose to play it down. I didn't try to look at Mr. Shekhar and hence I couldn't see his gesture to her. She leaned to him to pinch him, and while doing that, she tossed her panty to me!
My drink in right hand, and a soft pink cloth in my left hand. Weren't they the only options left in my life? Life could be symbolic.
I emptied my drink in one go. Meera sat on another couch and enjoyed a sip.

"You know what, Shekhar? He always wanted to watch it."

She said. I thought I spilled a drop outside my glass while I was refilling it.
I honestly didn't have any idea what was she taking me into.

"Really?"

Shekhar looked at me in surprise. I didn't want to reply but I couldn't help seem embarrassed.

"So, you enjoyed it?"

Her asked.

"Yeah, I've counted two shots."

Meera said and giggled.
She was hell bent to humiliate me. May be she didn't know that, instead she might have thought it's pleasing me.
Humiliation. May be it was a way to acknowledge. May be I wasn't updated of this information.

"OK Krish, that was cool to know. Well, would you like it if I spend some more time with your wife?"

"Oh come on, why not?"

It was Meera who replied him.
I only made an agreeable face to her.

"No I want to hear it from Krish!"

He demanded.

"Yeah please!"

I replied rather quickly.

"Thanks, my friend."

Mr. Shekhar got up instantly with a broad smile and held her hands.

"Where?"

Meera was surprised.

"To your room."

"Oh really?"

She instantly got up, and walked with him.
They walked together, with his right hand around her back, to the bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom.
And I soon watched the door getting closed Right in front of me. Disappeared from my eyes behind those doors was my wife. The one whom I loved the most. I doubted if she's gonna come back the same.
I suddenly remembered an old dream. I dream that I had thought a nightmare. I nightmare that I thought I can't live through. Now i was living it.
Nightmares would cease now. I sighed. Because they had become reality.
I sat alone there without moving an inch for the next ten minutes. Until I thought I heard a laugh from the room. I turned my head and looked at the closed door for a few moments. Nothing was audible.
I poured another glass and walked to kitchen like a man lost all of his battles. I had to engage myself in some activities to get some relief. My cock was hard again. But I chose to ignore it and took the knife.
For the next half an hour, I got busy devoting myself completely between the cooking and drinking. Once both was finished, I crawled back to the living room. They were still in the bedroom. I walked toward the door and stopped outside. I heard bed crackling noise.
I remembered my old dream again. I felt a déjà vu.

Should I push it open?

I touched the door unintentionally and it opened slowly. Though I hesitated first, I couldn't stop myself sneak my head inside and have a look. Door was opened completely and I got the sight.
There was my wife, completely nude, sitting on top of that man, Mr. Shekhar, also nude. And she was moving her her hip back and forth. They both seemed to be in another world, until they both looked at me.
She stopped moving.

"Ooh come on Krish, please. Let me do it..."

I was obviously a wrong place.
It wasn't my room. It wasn't my place. It wasn't my wife.

"S... Sorry!"

I blurted out and quickly withdrew myself.

"Please close the door, Krish!"

I heard her voice.
That was the sound of the last nail stuck on the chest I was being buried. Only thing that I felt alive in my body was my dick. It was hard at its best.

Alive yet useless. Hard yet unlucky. What I should make you dear?

I heard a sudden scream. A cry.

"Huh!"

It was from my wife.
Then another, and another.
She was being fucked now. He has taken the control. I guessed.
I couldn't hold myself anymore. I pulled out my boy from its hiding. Slowly I worked my hand with all my attention towards the sound of my wife. Mr. Shekhar was really a man. He was pleasuring a wife and her husband together. Indeed, a threesome! I wanted to watch it but there was no way. And it was okay. I could hear her. I could picturise everything from her sounds. Her moans told me about the places she's being hit. Her verbal demands told me what she wanted. Her cries allowed me know what she was being given. Her screams informed me when she reached yet another orgasm. By the time she were gasping and then laughing, I had shot my load into the air again, and I had to catch it with my left palm, not to spoil my door or place. I definitely had changed my preferences about the things I should never spoil or mess with. It was weird. I walked back to washroom to clean the mess I had reached, though I wanted to stand there and listen more of my wife.
When I came back, I saw the door opening and Mr. Shekhar walking out.

"Oh Krish, your wife! She's such a.... I now feel like an old man!"

He said without smiling at me.

You feel like an old man. I feel like dead.

I said in my mind.
I had started to feel the regret. I had cummed thrice. If not now, when? I suddenly remembered an old article I had come across weeks ago. About a man who watches her wife with her lover. A cuckold level three. Am I suppose to regret? Isn't that a bit unrealistic? Be real man, stop acting yourself. I scolded myself.

I had reached the bottom probably the day I watched Meera with Arman. I had been staying there since then.

My thoughts were interrupted by Meera's arrival. She was dressed up like normal and seemed completely at ease. She walked straight to me and embraced me tight.

"I love you baby."

"How are you?"

I asked. I wonder what I meant. Did I mean how well she was fucked and satisfied? Or did I mean how she felt herself after cuckolding her dear husband like that?

"Can't say baby. Are you okay?"

She patted on my cheek. Mr. Shekhar was sitting nearby and watching.

"I'm okay."

I wasn't.

"You seem exhausted. Did you masturbate again?"

I don't know how she was able to make it out. I was either obviously looking exhausted or she was still having those watchful eyes toward me. Or was it that I smelled like cum?

"Yes. I did."

I blurted out.
She looked inside my eyes and smiled. That beautiful smile. She still looked a virgin to me. I wanted to kiss her. We kept smiling at each other.

"What?"

"I want to kiss you baby..."

I said. I was a desperate boy. She kissed me on my lips. Her lips weren't warm but her kiss was.
I didn't know where they were a few moments ago, or I didn't care to know. I was melting. Once finished, I whispered her ears how much she means to me. And I meant it.

"Is it how you wanted it?"

She asked.

"What?"

"You wanted to watch it. And you have. Did you enjoy?"

I really didn't have a clue how to answer it. Yet I nodded my head.

"Yes."

"You want to see the bed?"

"What?"

"Go see the bed, baby."

She said with a smile.
I rushed to the bedroom and saw what's left.
The bedsheets. All disarranged. Spoilt. The aftermath.
Freshly fucked. It was a hell.
I must have stayed quiet a time watching it. Meera came from behind and her hands rounded me.

"Are you okay, baby?"

She asked.

"How are you?"

I repeated my earlier question.
She was okay. Very okay.

"How was it?"

I finally asked what I cared the most.

"It was okay. Very good."

"So this old man was a young man?"

"No. He was an old man."

She laughed. She seemed she'd forgotten Mr. Shekhar's presence.

"He wasn't that strong. And he wasn't that fast. But he was big. And he was so good."

"Was it painful?"

I asked.

"No baby, it wasn't."

Taking a big isn't a big deal, idiot. I thought myself.
She suddenly touched my dick. It was still damn hard. I was ashamed but I couldn't help.

"Silly boy, you're hard again!"

She teased me.
I didn't care.

"You know we fucked twice."

She said.

"Actually he fucked me once and I rode him once. You know your favourite pose."

"And he came twice?"

"No. Only once. But that was enough for me. He filled me."

The more she talked, the more I more I became desperate.

"Old man moves slowly and comes very late, that's what I like the most in him."

She whispered in my ear.
I come early. I Helplessly remembered.
Her hands had made my dick rock hard by touching it over the clothes.
I stood like a statue, being subjected to her care.

"He delayed it even more in the bed. Oh. And he said it's one of the best sex he ever had."

She had pulled me out of my shorts.
I breathed like a dying man.
She turned me toward her and kneeled in front of me, looking up.

"Do you like if I suck you, Krish?"

"Yes. Yes."

I breathed repeatedly.
I was desperate for that, even in my dying moments.
She leaned to her front and opened her mouth for me. I closed my eyes as I felt my dick entered her mouth. I knew Mr. Shekhar was watching but it was my turn. Or at least I thought so.
Her head went down and up on my shaft and for the first time in my life, I was knowing this pleasure.

Was it my compensation price?

My excitement in excess took me there really fast. May be i was out of juices and energy.
I exploded unexpectedly. She pulled me out of her mouth quickly. But I had finished even before that. She swallowed something.
You've come! She pinched my both cheeks.
And she stood up.

"You love it?"

She wiped her lips though there was nothing to wipe.

"Mmm."

She turned to Mr. Shekhar.

"You know it's his first time."

He was sipping his drink and with a smile, watching us.

"Wow! Congrats, man!"

He laughed. I didn't reply.

We joined him for one more round of drinks.
We then made our way to dinner. A light dinner. Mr. Shekhar left soon.
***

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A cuckold isn't always a man who wants to watch his wife having sex with another man. There are different types of cuckoldry namely clueless cuckold, reluctant cuckold, bargaining cuckold and like that. There are different levels this:

Level I:

A man who comes to know that his wife has had sex with another man comes under this category. He may/may not like it but he is forced to stay in the relationship because he either wants to keep the marriage intact or able to dismiss the incident as an accident.

Level II:

In this, both husband and wife knows what has happened. Either he confronts her or she confesses. He also derives pleasure from what he knew. A fact to note is that his wife's lover doesn't know that her husband is aware of it.

Level III:

In this, the wife has sex with her lover with her husband's permission. And her lover comes to know of this fact. He may get to watch/listen the event, and he may not get to involve directly in the act. He may get humiliated.

Level IV:

In this he gets involved. But assumes a secondary role only. He may lick her pussy after the sex or pleasures her lover sexually. A lot of things. And in this level he likes humiliation.

'These levels have a progressive pattern. The most of the real cuckold incidents stay at level one or two. And the level four means the relationship has gone too far: The wife may or may not choose her lover over her husband. Either way the break up is inevitable.

Well, thanks for discussing your mind.

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Chapter 39

I woke up in the morning with a hangover. Meera was in the kitchen. I shook my head as if I needed to shake what's inside. I wasn't tired. But my head was aching. I quickly went to shower. I felt better. As the visuals from the night began to resurface, I felt the heat below my waist. I had a strong urge to masturbate. Nothing was there to stop me. It was really nice and long as I engaged myself in a half-sleep-half-real wanking experience.

Meera was waiting for me when I was out. She had a smile on her face and hugged me tight.

"What took you so long in there, baby?"

I didn't say anything. She parted and then looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

"You were masturbating, weren't you?"

She looked divine. There was nothing I could hide from this woman. She never ceases to look irresistible.

"And you thought about yesterday?"

I nodded.

She gave me a look I couldn't read. Her smile was gone. A serious shade overtook her divine look in an instant. I thought she didn't like me masturbating. It was just seconds but it was enough for a hell lot of doubts to be piled up in my mind. Was she going to deny me from wanking? Was she going to deny me sex when I wanted? Was she going to make me do things that I don't like?

Apparently there weren't anything of that sort.

"We're gone too much, Krish. We should stop this.."

She said.
It was really a surprising move from her. I really doubted if she's joking. I couldn't make out whether she's serious or she's merely testing me. But it sounded a healthy move to me. Inside, I desperately wanted her back. But outside, I looked like I heard something I didn't want to. At first I thought I should welcome her decision. But then I thought if I do so, it would suggest I was desperate to stop her. I was stuck between. I don't know when this started, but I was way more obsessed in keeping her mind happy. Keeping things the way she wanted. I wanted to follow her, even when she wasn't asking. I was pathetic, I realise when I look back.

She was serious.

"Yesterday we did things we shouldn't have done, Krish. I mean, it was enjoyable, of course, but, but... you know, once in a while it's okay if you like... But... not like yesterday..."

She stammered a lot.

"It's okay, Meera. We did it, because we wanted to do it... It wasn't a mistake, we chose it.. It's okay baby.."

I was trying to help.

"That I understand Krish. But I'm talking about the extent we have gone. You know, I don't know if you like this, but I want to tell you the truth. Ihen I was in the room, you know, when we were doing it... When Shekhar was on top of me, I went too far. I was out of my mind... I.. I asked him to give me his juice..."

I was awestruck. I didn't know how to respond. I certainly didn't like it. But accepting it at that moment wouldn't make any sense.

"I asked him to spit into my mouth... And he did... Many times..."

She looked down. I swallowed a nothing. I looked at her red lips. I couldn't help but visualise them being parted and asking for a man's spit.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have..."
She looked up.

"It's okay baby.. It's over now. We will stop..."

I don't know what makes me so tolerating. Maybe it's a symptom. Because I had started feeling ill.

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"No, no baby. I can't hate you. This spitting thing, you know, you can forget it."

I managed to say.
But can I forget? I asked myself. I didn't know.

Her face still looked like she would cry any moment. This is how they play with our heart.
I hugged her.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

Her arms kept pulling my body into her.

****

That noon, there was some terrible news. Mr. Shekhar's car was involved in an accident and he died in a hospital. I immediately contacted Meera and she said she was trying to contact me. She said the accident had occurred last night, while he was driving home from us. And he was drunk.

We both went to his home and attended the funeral. As we stood beside a grieving Sheelu and her children, I had a horrible feeling in my mind. It was guilt. I gazed Meera's face many times and I could see the same on her face as well.
We both stayed until the end of his funeral. Meera stood by Sheelu all the time.
As I watched both sitting together and mourning, I threw my mind a few hours back and tried to picture them. One was waiting for her husband at his home, and the other was...well, she was..
How ironic.

I felt sympathy for Sheelu and it had nothing to do with her husband's death.

*****

Meera cried while coming back. She was feeling the guilt more than I had thought. She said it's us, who killed Mr. Shekhar. We shouldn't have let him drive so drunk. At first I tried to console her. Then I got angry saying that wasn't first time we had made him drink and drive. Even I do drink and drive. But it's not fare to take all blame on us for his death. Why, he couldn't think about it himself?
I talked a bit rough, but it indeed calmed her down.

Mr. Shekhar was gone. And his departure coincided with other changes in our life. Meera joined Mrs. Stella's office. Meera bought a new car. Meera quit drinking and started forcing me to do so. Mr. Das wasn't seen or heard after. We visited Sheelu a number of times and watched her life coming back to normal. Her children went back to their respective cities. Sheelu talked about her plans to go back to her hometown once she's done settling the deals fixed by Shekhar. She was planning to sell the bungalow as well.
Unlike Sheelu, our life took too much time to restore what was lost. Meera woke up, got ready, went to work, came back and slept. Some random cuddling, lonely laughs and boring love making rituals happened in between. But most of the fun were gone with Mr. Shekhar.
Two and half months. Then destiny struck again.

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Chapter 40

We had visited Sheelu a number of times after Mr. Shekhar's death. Most of the times Meera accompanied me. One day Sheelu told me there are some buyers coming to see the bungalow and she asked me if I can be there when they arrive. I instantly agreed.
The buyers came, saw the house and went.
A week later Sheelu called me up again and I visited her next day.

I thought it could be something related to the house sale. She was alone and seemed very depressed. Nevertheless she sat me in the couch and made me a cup of tea herself.
I could sense her state mind. I thought a deal might have stuck good and she might be worried of moving out of the home that was her husband's vision and life. I sat next to her and assured her I'm a true friend of her husband, and I'd do any help whenever needed.

Suddenly she started crying.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you.."

She then started sobbing incessantly. I couldn't guess anything. I was shocked to see her sudden shift in mood.
I asked her what happened and why she's crying. She didn't reply. Instead asked me to leave as she didn't want to hurt me.
I didn't have a clue. Yet I tried to assure her.

"It's okay, Sheelu. I won't be hurt if you share it, whatever it is, it can never be worse than what happened to you Sheelu.. Please tell me.."

I persisted.

She almost stopped crying and looked me fit a moment. Then wiped her eyes and took another moment to calm herself down.

Then she dropped the bomb, as she quietly took her mobile, opened some files and showed it to me. I leaned forward and looked at the screen.

I forgot to breath as I saw it. It was a nude photo, a woman's back of her torso, taken from top angle. A shaken one, but it was sure that she was being fucked. It didn't have a face as well, but I could identify the person in an instant. Meera. My Meera!

Sheelu swiped the screen to show me the next. It had a better view with her butt, but also visible was part of a dick holding into the butt crack, probably into her pussy. Sheelu swiped again. Next two photos were blurred. Then came pictures that had it all. Her cute smiling face, along with her legs spread apart, some showed her ready to be fucked and other had her getting fucked.
Then obviously there were normal pics of Meera. The man in picture wasn't visible but it was anybody's guess. It's Mr. Shekhar.

I sat there silent. Unable to move. Unable to even look up, like I was the one who was caught with her husband.

But honestly I didn't have any plan to confess that I knew it all, already.

"I'm so sorry to show you this but I'm equally hurt, Krish!"

Sheelu said. Now she was consoling me.
I looked up and I felt I cannot sit there anymore. I couldn't say whether it was guilt or shock.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, Sheelu."

So saying I arose, and I left immediately.

At home I didn't tell anything to Meera though I wasn't happy with her allowing him to take her pictures. But I didn't want to talk about it. And I thought it as a closed chapter.

Sheelu called me later that night to ensure if I was okay.

Two days later we met again at her home, on her insistence. She said she had heard in the past that Mr. Shekhar had some flings but she always believed him. And she could never think her husband would steal his friend's wife. And she also wondered why such young lady like Meera choose an old man like him.

"She had that taste, I mean she used to adore old men. But I never thought she could do this.... She had told me that she respected him..."

I managed to say.

Like victims of a same accident, we kept talking and tried to ease it between us.

She then asked me how she was in bed with me.

I felt a bit awkward to answer that.

"She was... She was good."

Then it was my turn.

"How about...I mean... Shekhar..."

She looked down on the floor and let out a sigh.

"Shekhar... He wasn't active... I mean, for at least six months before his death, we didn't have sex."

I was surprised. I thought it's pity, for she's not that bad, even in her age. There could be men around her, who would be fantasising her.

"I think we should forget about it and move on."

I suggested.

"You know, I'm not feeling well when I think of Meera. Because, I immediately feel myself inferior to her.. She's every angle better than me Krish.."

I wanted to ease things more. But I couldn't see any options.

"Are you going to do anything with her? For doing this to you?"

"I think I'm not going to ask her about it... Because it will not help anyone..."

I dared to take a decision.

"Are you planning to do anything?"

I looked back at her. She was staring me.

"I... I want to have some kind of redemption. But I don't know how..."

"How? I mean what are you planning..."

She looked deep into my eyes and seemed thoughtful before talking.

"Can you have sex with me, Krish?

She asked in a low voice but I heard it perfectly. I was shocked.

We stared into each other's eyes.

"No, no, Sheelu."

I blurted out. I then apologised immediately and left.

Few days we both didn't try to contact each other. I wanted to apologise to her for hurting her, but at the same time, I felt it's not just right thing to do; she may be calling it redemption but it is revenge. Revenge against her cheating husband and my cheating wife. I certainly didn't want to be a pawn in that game.

Then unexpectedly we came across at a public place and Meera was with me. She was happy to see Sheelu but I could easily understand what was going inside Sheelu's head.
Meera was wearing a saree and looked very beautiful as always.

I saw Sheelu looking down at Meera a number of times and I thought I saw what was she thinking: This is the other woman who stole my husband.
And inside, I was burning in guilt.

That night I sent sheelu a message.

It just read read: "Yes!"
*****

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Chapter 41

Sheelu sent me a smiley immediately to acknowledge my message. But there was nothing else.
I sat back and tried to relax. My heartbeats were heavier. Having sex with an elder woman wasn't my worry. But the reason behind it was. I was about to have sex with a widow to avenge her late husband's betrayal. The fact that I had a clear role in his betrayal could just leave me sleepless. What if she comes to know of the truth afterwards? I was feeling myself dishonest. Shouldn't I confess?
Three days I ate these types of thoughts only.

On the fourth day I was with Meera at a shopping mall for groceries, when I bumped on to Sheelu.
She gazed at me for a fraction of a second before turning her complete attention to Meera.

"Hi Meera!"

Meera was pleased to see her. They talked like close friends while I chose to play a statue. Sheelu seemed at ease with Meera and it actually surprised me.
She might have got some solace herself once I agreed to help her get her 'redemption', I thought. May be she might have changed her mind. May be she might have forgiven my wife.
But all my thoughts and hope were proved wrong in a matter of ten minutes.

"Would you mind if I borrow your dear hubby, my friend for this evening, Meera? It'll be helpful if he is there for me when they arrive.."

I heard Sheelu asking Meera. She winked at me when she spoke.

"Oh, sure, why not? Actually I won't bother if you take him right now, if you want. I'm done most of shopping, I can handle it myself.."

Meera was polite. And kind. And generous. And a fool. For now.

How times change.

I suddenly remembered a night.
A night, when a husband stood in the darkness of a kitchen store, leaving his wife alone in the company of a man, believing his wife would guard herself, fearing what would happen if she fails to do so. I remembered me. A clueless, stupid me.
Here my wife was leaving me in the company of a woman whom her husband had no plan to stop, knowing nothing. She was equally clueless.

How times change.

"That's so nice of you guys. I don't know how to thank you guys for your support."

Sheelu grabbed her hand. Then turned to me and extended her hand to me. I couldn't help but gave in. It was the first ever forced touch from my side to her. I mean I forcing myself to touch her.

I suddenly felt a rush within my body. My heartbeats were on a rise. I was getting excited when she lead me away from my wife. By the time I reached the parking space and sat inside her car, I was carrying a boner.

"Let's go?"

She looked at me. I saw a woman in command there. Her eyes would burn me.

"Let's go" I said.

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Chapter 42

"A cup of tea?"

Sheelu asked as I sat in the couch. I nodded my head. She looked at me and smiled.

"Relax, Krish. I won't bite you."

I wouldn't believe it. The scene was set. I knew why I was there.

"Oh you must be kidding!"

I said.

She smiled again. This time it was pleasing.
She quickly returned with two cups of tea. And she sat next to me.

For a few sips we both didn't speak.

I was feeling awkward.
I knew I was supposed to do something but I didn't know what. I really hoped she would take the lead. But the tea was finished soon and we were still separated by an invisible wall.

"You know it's getting awkward, isn't it?"
She asked.

I agreed.

She collected my tea cup and kept it on the centre table.
Then turned to me and touched my thigh.

"Krish, if you don't want to do this, don't. It's okay."

"No, I want to do this."

I said quickly.

She gave me a surprised look.

"I too want redemption."

I said and she smiled.

"You're not teasing me, are you?"

"Not yet."

She gave me a naughty smile.

"Do I look like a widow?"

She didn't. She didn't look a woman grieving either. She didn't even look a mother of two college students. I noticed.

"No. You look beautiful, Sheelu."

I said with a smile.

"Then give me a hug, at least."

She said. Her eyes demanded even more.

I leaned forward slightly and we hugged. I felt her shoulder on my chin. Her smell. Her warmness. I tilted my head a bit and landed a small kiss on her neck. That was all it took to break the ice.
We sat together in that couch and our arms tried measure up each other's back in that awkward position. But soon our lips met. She was very responsive. Our first kiss itself lasted long enough to leave both of us gasping for breath.
Once parted, she spoke her mind.

"Let's go to the room!"

It was happening. In the room, in her bed, we kissed more, and more passionately. Then she let me take off her black top before lying on her back in the bed, wearing her long skirt. Her boobs were bigger than what I was used to, and my hands soon found out it's softness, as she unhooked her black bra for me to explore them. She watched my moves and bit her lips as I devoured her tits. I returned to her warm lips to taste them again, as I lay next her and locked her with my legs.

"Take off your shirt, Krish."

She said. I unbuttoned my shirt but before removing it, her dark brown nipples again grabbed my attention. I leaned to her and I almost climbed on top of her while I sucked them. I sucked, bit and caressed them while she moved her hands on my chest, which was bared by then. She soon pushed me back and got on top of me, raising her skirt up to the thighs. My eyes were eager to peek inside her skirt and she smiled. I was kissed and treated by her and she was by then had become a horny woman. She sucked my tits and soon her hands touched my pants, which was slowly pulled down along with my jockey by the time her lips moved below my lower stomach. As she pulled it even more, my dick stood up in front of her and I watched in disbelief while it disappeared into her mouth. I was finding new places.

"Sheelu..."

I moaned and gasped for air as she sucked me slowly.
It was awesome.
She was awesome.

After bringing me at the edge of the pleasure of my life for a few moments, she looked up.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Krish?"

I moaned yes.

She didn't remove her skirt, she lay on her back and raised it above her waist instead. I pulled her panty down to remove it quickly and tossed it away. I then saw, her neatly trimmed, wet hole which was so inviting as she spread her thighs wide apart.
For a moment I wanted to kiss it. As I bent down and kissed her, I immediately felt her hand on my head.

"Oh my Krish.."

The trimmed hairs rubbed against my face as I started licking her, and we both wanted to feel it even more. I licked through her wetness and stuck my tongue into her hole while she pulled my hair in pleasure.

"Oh Krish... you're so good honey.... Keep it there.. Yes there..."

She kept whispering as if she was drugged.

"You're definitely better than my husband, Krish.."
I heard her say and looked up. She looked to her left, to the photo of Mr. Shekhar hung on the wall. She then pulled her mobile phone and clicked a photo of me.

"A souvenir.. Don't mind..."

She smiled and threw her mobile away. I smiled and resumed my efforts to consume her.
Until she was on the edge of her orgasm.

"Fuck me now, Krish, please..."

Her voice. I never thought a woman like her could beg me like that. I remembered when I had seen her for the first time ever in my life. It was when I had visited her family with my family. She was elegant, and content. She was a housewife who had everything. Now she was here. Everything is written.

She then guided me in as I kneeled between them and pushed forward my dick into her.

"Mmm...Fuck me, Krish, fuck me..."

She moaned seductively.

I felt her very different from Meera but couldn't spot it. I was completely in by a few thrusts, and I moved slowly back and forth, taking me to her innermost and outermost.

"I like it krish. Mmm.."

She whispered.

I didn't bother to get faster as I concentrated to move in maximum and moved out up to the edge. Sheelu again took her mobile phone and snapped me as I kept drilling her slowly. I was touching everywhere. And I lasted more than I could ever remember, before I decided to turn quicker. But then she suggested a change in position.

She turned her body up and knelt down and bent forward to be on all fours. She had removed her skirt by then. As I stood behind her round and soft buttocks, I remembered, that was exactly the way Meera was seen in the picture Sheelu showed me. This is redemption.

I positioned myself behind her and slid my dick into her.

"Mmm.."

She moaned.

I leaned forward and crushed her hanging boobs, and started moving my hip. This was even better as I soon got quicker and louder as I pounded her harder and harder till I lost control. With a groan, I shot my load into her, to the deepest as possible by pulling her hip back into me with both my hands. I could sense my dick spraying my warm juice into her in sync with my falling heartbeats.

We both then fell on the bed.
She smiled and hugged me while i lay next to her, breathing high.

"You've filled me."

She sighed.
She seemed like she had fallen for me.
I turned to her and we both engaged ourselves in a long passionate kiss.
When she got up, she didn't care to look for the clothes I had tossed away. She pulled out a pink top and skirt from her closet to wear. She then lit up a cigarette and took a puff. She gestured me if I needed one and I shook my head no. She puffed again.

"I'll make you something to drink. How about some fresh juice?"

I nodded.

She smiled at me and walked out. As I got up and collected my clothes, my gaze accidentally fell on the photo hung on the wall. Mr. Shekhar was still smiling.

*****

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Chapter 43

I was feeling really nervous and incredibly excited as I sat next to Sheelu while she drove the car. She dropped me in front of my home and left. I didn't ask her to get down and she didn't. And I thought it helped me ease my mind. Only to an extent.

As soon as I saw Meera's face, I melt. She was beautiful and perfect as she ever been. I loved her. I couldn't think of losing her. I didn't want to take any revenge to her. I didn't need any redemption. I wanted only her. But inside, I felt like I was losing her. Somebody was telling me that I've done things that I shouldn't have done.

And next day all the hell broke loose.

I was just walking in to my house, and Meera was sitting in the couch, wearing a salwar, with her eyes burning.

"What have you done Krish?"

She breathed fire.

I knew there was some trouble. Before i could process my mind she hit me on the right place.

"You went to Sheelu to fuck her, didn't you?"

Huh!

"Tell me! You fucked her yesterday, huh?"

"Wh.. What.. What are you..."

I stammered.

"Don't try to lie.. Sheelu sent me photos... You eating her pussy... And fucking her! How could you do this?"

Sheelu?
I couldn't believe it.
What the hell has gone wrong? I thought.
Everything had gone wrong.

Meera showed me her phone. I saw myself. Between two naked legs.
I still couldn't believe it. Because I couldn't even think, process what was happening to me.

"You cheat!"

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she wasn't crying.

"Why Krish? You wanted redemption? You wanted to fuck Sheelu because her husband fucked me?"

That bitch, she had given my wife a word to torture me. Redemption.
Fuck redemption. Fuck Sheelu. I wanted to scream.

"Come on baby, try to calm down..."

I tried to find a way to start talking to her.

"I didn't want to do it... But when she said... I.."

"Shut up Krish..."

She wiped her tears.

"You know Krish, I never thought of you so down. So cheap. I knew you wanted me to sleep around. But now you've also started to sleep around. Tell me, is there anything left? Tell me, if there anything left between us?"

"Oh come on, Meera, whatever we did, we did because we both wanted it..."

I gathered some of my mind.

"Yeah we both wanted, but what? Did I ever say I wanted you to go run to a widow and fuck her? Did I tell you to eat her pussy? Oh I can't believe this! You're such a...!"

She looked at me like I didn't deserve to even stand in front of her.
I didn't know what to say.

"Enough is enough, Krish. We have to stop this. Stop everything."

I thought it's a good move. Stop everything. Stop those games.
But she didn't mean the games.

"I'm leaving you, Krish. I can't live with you anymore. We're done."

"What.. What do you mean?"

I took a step forward. She ignored me.

"And you know Krish, when I told you about the meeting I had with Mr. Das, I had mentioned about his friend named Mr. Thomas. I told you that he had brought me home that night, the same night when we had an argument and I had left the party earlier. And when I told you this, you said nothing! Why?"

I remembered. Yes, she had told me about him. Yes, but what did I do? Nothing. I had ignored it, because I already knew it. It wasn't a breaking news to me, and I had let it slip out, while I was listening to her. Big mistake.

I felt I was destined to be what I had become.

I was totally confused, and I couldn't respond.
Meera was digging deep into my mind through my eyes.

"I can tell you why, that you already knew that. I now know you love to watch me to fucking other men, don't you? You want to make me a slut. You were watching me that night, weren't you?"

"No, no, baby..."

I certainly didn't want to make her a slut. I loved her. But I was still lying, that I weren't watching her.

"And I want to tell you something, that your friend Sam also knew this. If you weren't there watching my back, he was surely there and he might have told you. Whatever it was, the truth is, you knew that I was with Mr. Thomas that night, didn't you?"

I couldn't reply. She had checked all the exits. My silence, however, made a big statement. A statement of confession.

"Like your friend Sam thought about me, you also must have thought about me. That I slept with Mr. Thomas that night. You really make me think myself so low, Krish! You make me feel like you always wanted to make me seduce strangers and do all the stuff you wanted. You're sick. You're making me sick."

"Meera, please... I knew that but I also knew that you didn't have sex with Mr. Thomas..."

"Don't try to fool yourself, Krish. You knew that only when I told you that I had slapped him. If I hadn't told you that, you'd still be thinking otherwise.."

I was speechless. The truth can make you numb.

"Why do you want to see me fuck around, Krish? What kind of husband are you?"

She looked me so down at.

"And now, you have fallen enough to do these stuff with...."

She shook her mobile on front of me.

"You know, she knew that Shekhar was cheating on her with me.. And she said she wanted to make me feel the same by taking my husband. You know, when she told me that, all I wanted to happen was the earth to split up and swallow me... I just wanted to end my life. You let me so low, Krish. So low... I can't live with you anymore, Krish!"

She was raining. The earth under my very feet was collapsing, yet leaving me reeling for breath.

"Are you leaving me?"

I thought I was crying that.

"Yes. I have to."

"No, baby please."

I begged. She shook her head and walked away from me, to the bedroom and closed the door.

I sat down like a man so lifeless.

I remembered my marriage night. The night when we looked into each other's eyes and promised ourselves that we're made for each other, forever. How shy she was that night. Shy to touch me and be touched by me. She was shy take off her blouse. She wanted to switch off the light. She giggled at the lightest of my touches on her breast. She tried to hold my hand to stop moving, in vain, as I tried to sneak into her skirt and panty. She bent forward and pleaded me to stop when I pushed my finger inside her. She laughed incessantly as I slowly caressed inside her, as my finger teased her clit. When I asked her 'isn't it?' she would always giggle 'it's not' but her face would indeed betray her, and I would ignore her objections. It was amazing to feel how her pussy was getting wet against her mind. And she wouldn't touch my dick. She was too shy. When I asked her where did she want me in her, she could never say it openly. She was embarrassed. And when I eventually push myself into her, she would always grab onto the pillows and moan, or even cry. And she always wanted me to cum, because my pleasure was hers. She didn't know that she could also cum. She was innocent. She never asked me to fuck her, it was always done as per my wish. She was mine. Mine only.
Until I tried to play games. Games that backfired and the real tragedy was I failed to recognise when it started to backfire.
My phone rang and interrupted me from my thoughts. It was Sheelu.

"What have you done, Sheelu?"

"I did what I have to."

Sheelu's voice was calm.

"I wanted to give her an answer, Krish. I wanted to feel a woman again. I wanted a normal life. You know, at first I thought Meera stole my husband from me. But then, when I saw her so happy with you, I realised that I was the one who was stolen from my own life. I wanted to claim myself back.. and that's what I did."

That's what she meant by redemption, you fool. I said myself.

"What about me?"

"About you? You saw what I did to my cheating husband. I left him, Krish..."

She sounded sad.

"You're a good man, Krish, and too good a man. I sympathise you for your loss, and more than that I pity you for... for you're very indecisive. Confused. I don't know if you can bear it, but I think I loved my Shekhar than you ever loved your Meera. May be that's why his betrayal changed me in a way that you can't understand. You need to grow up, Krish. Get out of her shadow. Get a life. Move on. I have nothing more to say than a thank you for what you gave me yesterday."

She cut the phone. The beep sound of the cut call echoed in my mind. I threw the phone away in despair.

More than all the misfortune I had been through by then, her statement to demean my love hurt me. It asked me questions that I couldn't bear.

Didn't I love my wife? Wasn't my love for her true?

I couldn't accept it. No, it's not simply true. Sheelu was wrong. I loved her. More than anything.

But it was time. What I thought or wished didn't have a say in what was happening in my life. I realised it as Meera walked out of the room with a bag.

"Can't you really stop, Meera?"

I walked into her way and asked. My voice was so weak.

"Can't, Krish. Sorry."

"I love you baby, please..."

"I know you love me and I love you too. But I also know you can't handle your love. You should grow up, Krish. I have to go."

"Where will you go, Meera?"

I asked her a question that I hoped she'd answer in a language that I could digest.

"You don't have to worry about it, Krish. I have called Ananya. I'm moving in with them, until I find a suitable space."

I heard a car horn from outside. She walked away without even looking at me, and I followed her.

Outside, I saw a car, and I saw Ananya and Sam sitting inside it. Meera walked further away from me and got inside the car. I had turned a statue.

I saw Sam smiling at me. He seemed happy.
Ananya had a mysterious look on her face.
Meera didn't even look at me.

I saw there, unable to move an inch back or forth, watching them move away from my sight, my life.

So this is my story. A chapter of my life.

Dear readers, you must be remembering a fact that I had told you in the beginning of this story. A person often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Mr. Shekhar was one such. Arman was another. And now there was Sam! He was my friend. But when I knew what he was, I wanted to avoid him and I just did it. And see! He's there, with a victory smile on his face, he's standing there. My wife whom I once wanted to protect from him, is now at his mercy, and that too when she's most vulnerable.

"The day Meera is available, I would fuck her Krish!"

He had screamed me. I had made him scream.

What was it behind his wry smile? I didn't know. Or I didn't dare to accept myself that I knew.

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krish_999.

I hope you all guys liked the story. I about the late twists and the ending, I want to say that I wanted to project this story to look like a real/possible one, rather than the regular cuckold stories here that drag the story too much with their never-ending unrealistic cuckold sessions. Unpredictable twists and abrupt end to one's relationship are all part of life. Also, I think the separation of Krish and Meera did not happen overnight. It was a long story, indeed.
About the option to continue the story, I would like to say let the dust settle down now, then I'll decide.

To krish agarwal, thank you. But if you have an idea, you're free to write it, but why limit to my characters? Make your own characters and write about them; if you're writing a story, it's always good to own it completely.

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breville1
Yes, this story needs to continue. Despite your explanations, I think the reasons for Meera leaving Krish are a little weak.

I think there is scope for continuing - just my thoughts: Meera went to stay with Anayana and Sam, Krish and Anayana had previously had a one off session that Meera or Sam are not aware of, Sam has always lusted after Meera, Krish had fisticuffs with Sam over that. How will Meera react to Sam's advances now that she is a free bird, how will Anayana deal with it, what can Krish do to get Meera back, or will they swap partners? Complex situation.

You have proven your ability to weave magic into your stories. I would love to read a continuation if can get around to it.

In anticipation.....

[sarit11]

shang40
Prashant, handsome and sexy lover of my wife took her out with my consent to the dark park after dancing close.
In the dark corner they kissed long and proceeded further to get united sexually. It was hottest sight of my life and confirmation to her urge to be taken by him and my urge for her to be taken up.
Night she showed me the love bites while narrating the details.
Krish, I really liked the idea of MEERA to spit in your mouth telling that you deserve the spitting of cum or लंड पिचकारी in your mouth someday which you will enjoy more like me and other cucks.

shang40 
Wife telling the new episode of sex in the dark park and asking him to bring after pill is the climax of it.
In fact I had suggested to my wife and brought pills when she had sex with Prashant in the safe period. This gave her full understanding that I want her to continue what happened in the noon after lunch when I went out for three full hours and they did it.
Wives are lucky to have more cock when husbands are cooperative in every way possible.
And husbands are lucky to have wives decorated with bite marks and sticky cum drenched cunts

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hi sarit garu thanks for the story
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