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sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:08 PM

Chapter 13

Saturday. The big day. I was not sure when I had slept last night. I had taken too much booze so that I wouldn't end up dreaming Mr Das taking Meera to bed. The more I tried, the harder I became. I managed to doze off despite carrying a boner. Eventually, I woke up late and hence couldn't fap during my bath in the morning. I felt like I was oozing cum in my pants while working. Glimpses of two persons getting cosy in a bed had been playing in my mind throughout the day. I didn't want to see who they were. But how long?
By noon I admitted myself that they were my wife and her boss. Her boss would try his best to seduce my wife. In her flat. In her room. In her bed. When nobody was watching, I looked down at my dick. It was sticking out and quite visible.
By evening, I had made up my mind. That I wanted to watch it. I wanted to know as it happened.

The key was so tempting.

I had dinner earlier film a hotel and went to Meera's flat. It was closed, as expected. I opened it. I entered it and locked it in the open position and slammed it close. I heard the door engaging its latch. I had locked myself inside a flat. Then I waited.
I walked around my wife's house. It was quite beautiful but not much decorated. She apparently hadn't finished its work. I checked the areas to hide. I found the best place to hide, under her bed. But I had to make sure not to sleep here. And I have to leave once everything settles down. I knew coming out and stopping them wouldn't be an option. But if he tried to bang her,
I saw her photo on the table. Her cute face. I took a close look at her. Her eyes. Nose. Lips.
Once I had owned them all. Not now. Not anymore. I couldn't touch them anymore.
They could be taken by yet another man in a couple of hours from now. These lips would be tasted by someone else. These eyes would worship someone else's nude body.
I had seen these soft lips going down on a dick. I had them once on my dick. I was so fortunate then. But how life changes! Will she suck Mr Das today? I couldn't take my eyes off her. I saw shadows leading to her cleavage. I still remember those marvellous melons. They'll be crushed by Mr Das. He will suck them. Bite her tits. She'll moan to him. He will slurp her pussy like a dog and she'll spread her legs apart for him. I recollected Mr Das' words.
I opened her wardrobe and found her bra and panties. My wife's undergarments. I was getting aroused even more by seeing them. I don't know if any husband would feel this way, but I was getting aroused like crazy that I was tempted to smell them and rub them against my face.
These will be torn off her body today. They were washed, but I could still feel her aroma from them. I couldn't hold anymore. I pulled my dick out of my pants and started jerking. I inhaled and kissed her clothes like a madman which I was, and kept shaking my dick.
Oooh, my Meera. My baby.
I moaned and quite soon, I shot a huge load on the floor.
****
Once the volcanic eruption was over, I came back to my senses. I immediately felt a slight relief from inside. Having able to masturbate thinking of my own wife made me feel emotionally closer to her. I put back her clothes into the wardrobe and cleaned the floor. I had some water. Cleaned me.
Then messaged Das. What's up.
It was nine.
"It is going cool. She's here with me. I'm tuning her."
After two hours I got his next update.
"I'm closing the deal. She's coming with me, man. I'm dropping her at her place."
I felt my dick hardening again. I typed and sent my reply; "All the best", then I laughed at myself. A man is here sending all the best to another to fuck his own woman.
But it was the truth. It happening. Any moment from now, they could enter the front door of this very apartment. Any moment she could be felled on this very bed. Any moment she could start crying. I lay in the darkness, on the floor near to the bed. I put my phone in 'Do not disturb' mode. All was well. Except for a sudden pinch of unknown fear unearthing inside the deepest of my unconscious mind. Time passed very slowly. Then I heard the door being opened. It's happening. Yet again.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:40 PM

Chapter 14

I lay and rolled myself to hide under the bed. I heard the door opening and closing. Lights were switched on in the hall. Then the door to the room was opened.
But, to my surprise, it was Ananya who was with Meera. Das wasn't there!
And what, they seemed to be in a deep conversation. I couldn't immediately decide whether I should feel relieved or disappointed. I just lay still and listened. It was a story. And Meera was the storyteller and Ananya was merely listening.
The story was even more surprising. Meera was telling about a man.

[i]"When I met him in the lift, he straightaway grabbed me by my waist, and he didn't even allow me to speak, you know, he kissed me before I could say anything. Holy hell! I was like, you know, in such a crowded mall, though there was none in the lift I'm still not sure if we were being watched by a camera. I couldn't even think about it. Then he said he wanted to do it from the moment he had seen me with Krish. It was quite embarrassing."[/i]

"How long did it last?"
Ananya interrupted.
"What?"

"The kiss.."
[i]"Mm.. It was very quick."[/i]

"And?"
[i]"But it was like, you know, I was shaken. Someone's lips were on mine! I'd never had dared to think of that experience but it was there."[/i]

"So it was not bad."
[i]"Yeah it was good, actually."[/i]

Meera giggled.

I had released that I was in for a surprise. I had never heard of this incident. It seemed to be an old incident, before our separation. But I couldn't even have a distant guess on the guy. Who could that be?
[i]"During those days you know how my in-charge was. Piyush Dubey. He was a total crack, I was really fed up with him. I decided to complain about him to Sunny..."[/i]

That's when I heard the name.
Sunny.
She's telling the story about none other than Sunny to Ananya. I felt like I'm gonna know the truth about him.
Is she gonna confess everything?

Meera went on.
[i]"Actually I got this idea when I heard my colleague Subhash cursing this Piyush and swearing that he'd soon hire some goons to beat up his boss. I then thought I should do this. I didn't mean to beat him up, of course, but when I saw Sunny again, I told him. A couple of days later Piyush called me to his cabin. You won't believe it, he apologized and gave his word that he won't mess with me ever again."[/i]

"Wow! I want his number. Sunny's, please!"
Ananya laughed.
[i]"Sunny later told me he didn't have to touch him at all because he was very scared. When he was telling me about it, I felt in return as a favour he was expecting something from me. I said you're not gonna get anything in return. His reply was a gentleman-like, he said he just expected a smile and a handshake from me because I was very beautiful..."
"You are.."
[/i][i]"He was very flattering. He later said I've already made him his payment in full when he kissed me the other day. You know even when he was playing that gentleman image I had this feeling that he is not one."[/i]

"Did you like him?"
[i]"No. But yes perhaps there was some liking. I'm not sure. But sure I didn't feel like hating him. He was fun. He was a goon. But I felt good whenever we were talking."[/i]

"Okay. Move forward. Come to the hot part!"
Ananya urged.
'Hot part'! What does that mean? I skipped a breath and thanked Ananya. She's gonna squeeze every secret out of Meera tonight. I thought.
[i]"Mmm. The hot part. That happened when he showed up at my doorstep one day."[/i]

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:41 PM

Chapter 15

"The hot part. That happened when he showed up at my doorstep one day. Krish had left for somewhere, I was in the shower and I didn't know who was at the door. I made him wait too much. Sunny actually had come to meet Krish. I made him coffee and all, and he was very funny, you know, making me laugh with his stupid funny stories. He later told me he wanted to see Krish very urgently but now he's not feeling any urgency. He was then behaving very flattery, flirting like I never I thought a goon like him would. He was like requesting me not to make him work for my husband because I could. When he was narrating me how he had dealt with Piyush and how scared the gentleman was, I said 'people like you can scare anyone'.
He caught on that word. 'Are you scared?'
'No.' I said.
'Then why are you standing there? Sit with me.'
I didn't feel anything other than he was teasing me so I sat with him on the couch. He suddenly asked, 'You liked my kiss the other day, didn't you?'
I just smiled, without thinking of the consequences.
'So I hope we can do it again.'
So saying he leaned forward and kissed me. I was shocked but didn't move. Honestly, the kiss was very good. I stayed motionless and he seized the opportunity. He didn't stop kissing. His arms quickly locked me in. Before I knew, he was kissing my neck and I was like, panting with my mouth open. It was a hell of an experience. You know, there was no one else in the house and I let an outsider in for whatever reasons, and he was doing all these things to me; I still wonder how he managed to make me do all those.
There was a sudden rush of blood, or hormones, emotions, excitement... I think I had felled myself on the couch. And then, when he got up and lead me to my room, I couldn't really stop him. I mean I was telling him 'no Sunny, no, stop it' and all, but I wasn't really refusing to follow him. You know, in the deepest corner of my mind I had a belief that I could stop him whenever I wanted; and that belief gave me a certain power I guess. Otherwise, I don't have any justification for what I was doing. When we got inside the room, I got really scared.
'We need to go back.' I said and tried to turn back. But he didn't agree.
'I guess you don't like to accept it when you're having fun.' He said.
'I know it's really fun, but, but it's also very scary'
'You mean to say I'm scaring you?'
'I meant to say I'm worried...'
'There's nothing to worry Meera..'
'It's not a good idea.'
'It is. That's why you're enjoying it.'
'Am I enjoying it?'
'Yes. I can see it in here, in your eyes.'
He said and slowly kissed my eyes. I closed them and let him. I believed him. I was enjoying it.
'I can see it in here too.' He said and kissed my nose. Then he kissed my lips again. He didn't need to say anything to convince me that I was enjoying it. I sensed my lower lip being sucked into his mouth. His arms locked me in again and I was felled on to the bed. More and more kisses and his hands were everywhere on me.
Then he started unbuttoning my shirt. I was still trying to stop him by saying everything I could,
'Please listen to me Sunny, I can't cheat on my husband..'
'It's not cheating honey, there's no way he'd know of this. You're just having some fun..'
He said and took off my shirt. Strangely I wasn't feeling shy but excited to see him lick his lips looking at my breasts. He said a lot of things to compliment them and that's when I felt shy. Soon his hands were crushing them. Over and under the bra, and then he lay on top of me to kiss me. Then he suddenly held my hand in his hand and guided me down, and he pushed it into his pants.
It was terribly exciting. I couldn't really think or process what I was doing and I let my hand go in. There, I touched him. Oh my God! I can't explain it.
'Hold it Meera.' Sunny whispered in my ears.
I wrapped my fingers around it. It was really hard and big."
"How big?" Ananya interrupted.
Mmm ... Big.. Bigger than like I had ever felt..."
"Bigger than Krish?"
"Mmm... Of course, bigger than him.."
"Mmm. I knew. Actually, even if it wasn't that big, we'd often feel that way. When we have a chance to touch someone other than our men, you know.."
"No. No. He was bigger. Really. There was a huge difference."
"Huge? Wow. That's great. Okay and then?"
"Bigger than Krish. And it was unlike anything I had ever thought of.
'Pull it. It's all yours, honey.'
Sunny whispered. I was getting excited like hell. My throat became dry and couldn't really move a muscle. I just kept holding it, and I felt it pulsating inside my grip. My lips were open like I was seeing something I never knew I would. My grip on it was becoming firmer without thinking.

That very moment my phone rang. It was Krish."

"Oooh no," Ananya said.
Meera kept the story going.
"I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone. But it went off before I could answer. However, I was back to my real senses. I asked Sunny to leave immediately. I told him Krish might be coming back, that's when he leaves missed calls like this. He was disappointed but agreed to leave. He took my number and left. But you know the funny thing, I had given him wrong number, out of panic!"
"Aww, that's called cheating!"
Ananya laughed.
"Yeah, actually I was expecting his call since then. But it never came. When I saw him after some days, I realised this mistake. He was like angry, but I felt lucky because that mistake had averted a huge drama. I had no idea.
Then after some days, he was convicted in some case, and there was nothing much!"

I felt like she finished the story. The truth about Sunny. Is that it? I felt at ease. I felt lucky that I was there, to listen to all this story. Why didn't she tell me anything of this? I wondered.
"So there goes your adventures outside your marriage!"
Ananya said.
"Yes."
"Pathetic, I'd say!"
"Yeah I know"
I heard both of them laughing.
I too felt like laughing.

The biggest truth, that unveiled in front of me that day, was this; that my wife was very good at lying. She could fool her closest ones with so much ease.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:42 PM

Chapter 16

It wasn't hard for me to stay awake as both the ladies dropped off to sleep. I was feeling good about my wife. She had defended herself in the challenges.

I felt like I wouldn't get sleep in the whole night. It was not because of my usual nightmares but excitement. Excitement, knowing your wife's secret. They can excite you, can't they?

I left the home after two o'clock. Both the ladies were in sound sleep. The security guard was also sleeping. So I simply drove off.

***** ***** *****

Next day, I contacted both Das and Ananya. Das was sad. He said Meera's friend took her away from him and volunteered to drop her.
"Actually she said she'd stay with her. That bitch Ananya. She's Samay's wife. Both the husband and wife are ruining my plans!"
He said in disgust.
"Don't worry, you still have time."
I said, happily.

Ananya called and I guessed what she'd want to tell. Secrets.
"We need to talk, Krish. I have a secret to tell you."
Secrets.
I knew it would be about Sunny. About Meera's confession of holding someone's dick in her hand.
"Can you come over? I'm at home."
Ananya asked.
"No, I don't want to face Sam."
I knew he wasn't there.
"Sam's not home. He's on a tour."
"No I'm still not coming because I am a weak man; I can be easily seduced by you."
I was being honest. I didn't want to live in regret again, though merely a thought about Ananya would give me a hard-on.
She agreed.
So we met at a coffee shop. But it wasn't about Sunny. It was about Meera's boss Das. "This man has an eye on your wife. Meera was about to leave with him."
She concluded.
"Leave to where?"
"Leave to her flat, he was dropping her home."
"Oh, I thought he was taking her somewhere else.."
"If I hadn't interfered, she would have been seduced by him."
"Oh come on, one can't seduce her just by dropping her home."
"How can you be so stupid? This is how it works. It happens. She was drunk. If he had gotten inside her home he can even force himself upon her. Once it happens she won't tell anyone it happened."
"But I don't think Meera will ever do that."
"I don't know how to make you believe."
"Like you trust your husband, I trust my wife."
"But my husband has me. Whenever he feels excited, I'm there for him. That's not the case with Meera. When was the last time she had a man's comfort?"
"Come on. Don't be ridiculous."
"You're not opening your eyes, Krish."
"How old is this guy, Mr Das?"
"He's like forty-five"
"And you think she'd be seduced by him?"
I remembered Mr Shekhar's face suddenly. How old was he? Forty-five? Fifty-five?
"There's nothing bad about age. They come guaranteed of matured dealings afterwards. Sam's boss is forty-eight!"
"What does he has to do in this?"
I asked like a fool and she gave me a stern look.
She kept arguing but I wasn't ready to open my eyes. You can't wake a person who's faking his sleep.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
I asked.
Well, she didn't tell anything about Sunny.
Women are good with their secrets.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:43 PM

Chapter 17

Monday I had Das' call.
"She lot of things happened yesterday, buddy!"
He said.
I was surprised.
"Let's meet up."
So we were at the corner table in the bar. I merely listened, as he opened up.

"I had called Meera. I told her that her friend was a bit offensive and how I felt she suspects me having bad intentions. Meera said she'd talk to her friend. She was sorry for that. I got her say what she thinks of me. I asked her if she had felt I've got bad intentions for her.
'No. I don't think so. What about you. Do you have any?'
She replied, and she was smiling. I saw a fine opportunity in that smile.
'Well, who can feel so cold to a beautiful woman like you. But in my case, I'm damn sure I won't show it and won't make a foolish move, not even an inch. Because my ear is still aching.'
I was using a bit self-sarcasm by referring to the infamous slap, and was spot on; she was embarrassed and inclined to keep going. We had a long chat."

"I mentioned that I'm actually scared to even to ask her out on a coffee date. And so I'm forced to spend my hangover eve alone.
'I was thinking about inviting Reema for a coffee right now.' I told her.
You know, Reema is the last choice big mouth dumb woman in our office. It's a punishment. Everybody knows that. Meera got it and laughed.
'Oh, you don't have to be scared of me. I'm over that incident.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes.'
'So I can avoid Reema.'
'Yes sure.'
'So where should I come to pick you up?'
She was immediately ready. I picked her up from her home and we then went for a coffee. It's a Sunday, you know. Busy places. Busy afternoon. Warm evening.
After coffee, I suggested a movie together, 'It's been a wonderful evening. I can't seem to be thinking of ending it. Actually, it's been a while I've been to these places.' I told her.
She agreed and we watched a film. Rubbing together each other's hands, she was quite comfortable with me.
'Now we have become real friends, more than just colleagues, I guess.'
I commented after we finished the film.
I then took her for dinner and she was surely enjoying time with me. I then dropped her home, I think I have managed to leave a perfect gentleman image."

I merely looked at him as he described all this, and finishing his drink. When I was busy defending to Ananya that my wife can't be seduced by such a 45-year-old guy, my wife was enjoying a lovely evening with the same 45-year-old. Their first date.
Isn't she really going to be seduced by him?

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:43 PM

Chapter 18

I was waiting to hear from Ananya on Meera's Sunday outing with Mr.Das. She soon called me and told me about it. It was exactly what Mr Das had told me.
"And you know Meera was criticising me for insulting him. And to defend her stance, she told me about the entire Sunday eve date with Das, she said he made not a single move that she can worry about. She said he's a perfect gentleman."
At this point, I felt Mr Das is not a complete dick like he presented to me. He has a face that he hides from me, and he is putting it on only when required.
However, I pretended to be cool with it.
"I also think the same way, otherwise he would have tried to take advantage."
Ananya was pissed off.
"You're a fool as your wife is. You'll learn only when she spreads her legs for him."
"Mind your language, Ananya."
"Oh, you're really feeling bad now. I don't know how you'll feel when this happens in reality."
She cut the call.

In the night I recalled Ananya's words. I was carrying a boner in my pants since she said those words.
She thought I'm a fool. I laughed at her but deep in my mind, I had that feeling, a fear that my woman was going to spread her legs for him. The more I thought about it, the more I hated Ananya. Because she could be true.

And what about Meera. Is she having the same feeling?
Is she expecting herself in bed with him?
What will she be doing right now?
In her bed, she will be lying. And who will she be thinking of?
Me? Mr Das? Or Sam?
It could be Mr Das.
Is she wet thinking of Das? Is she preparing herself for him? Will she do it? The more I thought about it, the more I got harder. Then I imagined her holding her legs apart for him. She moaning his name.
Fuck me, Das. Please. I'm all yours.
I shot my load in the air, bringing myself down to reality.
I hate you, Ananya. Bitch. I grunted.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:48 PM

Chapter 19

Sam returned on Tuesday. When he went to see Meera on Thursday, Das was ready with his plan. When Meera showed up in his cabin to inform she's leaving early, he put on a disappointed face. He said he wasn't feeling really well and was hoping for a coffee with her. It's been a couple of days. She thought seriously about it looking at his face and then decided to stay.
"Okay I will tell him and come back."
When she was back, Das immediately left with her. For a coffee.
"You know, the times e spend together are invaluable. You breathed fresh air into my boring office life. It's my luck that you rejoined us."
"Actually it's my luck that you were there to help me rejoin you. I'm like, finding myself again."
She smiled.
"Who was that man, calling you out? Another lucky fellow?"
"That's Samay Madhav. You remember Ananya - my friend - right? That's her husband. He's my friend too, he helped me a lot with my new home."
"I'm sorry I spoilt his evening, but honestly I'm feeling a bit proud that I'm chosen over that friend. I'm proud that I've earned your company."
"You speaking like this is certainly flattering."
She gave him a gorgeous smile.
"But I'm also thankful to you for making me feel worthy."

Then she opened up with her story.
In that, her husband cheated on her and it ended up in their break up.
Das was astonished to know that a man in possession of such a beauty could seek for better options.
She said, "Well it's true."
"Come on, what does a man then expect from a woman."
"Maybe I'm not good enough."
"Maybe he's a blind."
She smiled and finished her coffee.
"Would you like if we get together this weekend?"
He was asking her out.
But she declined him gracefully.
"I'd love to, but not this time, Mr Das. I'm not finished with my new home. It's quite personal, but I promise that I won't say no when you ask next time."
"That's really cool for me, Meera. I'm just waiting for it."
Mr Das nodded his head.

Das shared with me these details on our Friday booze. If she had agreed, Mr Das wouldn't be sitting here with me, I thought. He would have been having fun with my wife.
What type of fun would he have shared with my wife?

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:49 PM

Chapter 20

Mr Das made Meera work with him on Sunday. There was actually some requirement to verify some presentations. He took advantage of it and asked if she's willing to help. He said he could spare her if she wanted but she volunteered to work. He said she'll be given off on Monday.
By noon the work was finished, and Meera reached his cabin.
"I was leaving, Mr Das."
"I'm also winding up, please sit down."
Das smiled and she sat down.
"I really appreciate that you agreed to come and work on Sunday. It's the second time I'm robbing you of your holiday. I wonder why they fired you, It's their loss I'd say."
"You're always praising me, Mr.Das."
"You're worthy of it."
"Thank you, Das."
"You know, you're not only a good staff but also a great person to be with. I do feel great to spend my time with you."
"Mmm. Sounds really good to me. You can tell me more."
She smiled as she played around a paperclip she grabbed from the top of his large desk.
"I'm not sure if you'd think me joking, well I'm not, I feel great to be with you. Just walk around you, breath around you, and know that you're also breathing the same air that I breathe.."
"You're getting romantic with your staff, boss!"
She commented.
"You're making me one."
"You're actually flirting with me."
"You're making me flirt, Meera."
She looked deep into his eyes.
"And I feel like I'm coming out of your friend zone."
"You've never been in a friend zone."
"Then where am I?"
"You're... You're on the right side you want, Das!"
"What side you think I want?"
"You know what you want, don't you?"
Her voice was now very quiet.
"I know, yes, but I want to know if you think the same way.."
"We shouldn't be talking like this, in this office."
"Imagine this isn't our office and tell me. Nobody will come here."
"No."
"You're calling me a flirt. But my heart is pounding. Beating hard. I'm an amateur."
"Oh really."
"Come, touch and feel it."
He stood up and moved closer to her. She looked into his eyes and touched his chest.
It was really pounding.
"Yeah, you're right. But it doesn't save you from my allegations. You're simply flirting with me."
"You excite me."
"I can see that."
"Does it excite you, Meera?"
He was still standing close to her. Really close.
She fell silent. Only smile.
"Tell me. Does it excite you?"
"I don't want to say."
"Then I will take it a yes."
"Your wish."
"What does your heart tell you."
"I don't know."
He then grabbed her by the wrist.
"Are you going to check my breath?"
"I hope you're not going to slap me for it.."
She laughed, rather a forced one, presumably to escape the tension. Das was sure she was intimidated.
"No. Never again; but I hope..."
He wanted to grab her by the waist and smooch her red hot lips. But he controlled himself.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Meera. Your presence makes me your... Your... I don't have the right word for that."
She smiled slightly.
"I'm equally speechless. Das. I think we should stop here."
"Can I get a hug from you Meera."
She was like expecting that, didn't make an issue.
"Sure but not here. It's not good. Please."
"Not here?"
"I mean when we meet up somewhere else, not in the office."
She said. It was another promise.
"I'm looking forward to that..."
"I should really go now before you make me do more promises... You're really charming. See you, Mr Das!"
She said and got up.

That day ended there.
Mr Das finished the narration of yet another episode that he thought has made him closer to his dream girl. It was on Monday evening.

Two promises were made by her to him. If fulfilled on the same day, it could bring about even the unpromised.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:50 PM

Chapter 21

In the bottom of my conscious mind, I always had a scare. What if Das finds out my real identity as Meera's husband? What if Meera finds out my friendship with Das? I knew I could not escape from the inevitable, so I was praying for a delay.
It didn't last much. And my biggest scare in the whole gamble became true one day. And that too, in the most bizarre way possible. The least way one could imagine.
I was wandering at a mall in the name of shopping. It was a Wednesday, and these wanderings used to be the saving grace in my reclusive life. There was nothing like a Saturday or a Sunday for me anymore. After shopping I was leaving the mall with my bags when I heard Das' voice.
"Hello, Mr. Menon!"
And when I turned to him, I saw Meera with him. The moment I saw my wife's face next to him, I felt I would faint. She was no better, embarrassed to death for I saw her with him but Das couldn't see it. He shook hands with me.
"How are you, buddy?"
"Hi.."
He then introduced me to her.
"This is Mr. Menon, you should meet this guy. He's the man helped me reconcile with you. He's the one actually helped you get your job back. I've always been thinking of introducing both of you to each other. Well, finally, see how surprising!"
Well, it was a surprise.
Meera then reclaimed her calmness and composure and boldly shook my hand.
After such a long period this is how I felt my wife's warm soft hand. I wanted to keep holding her hand but Das' presence stopped me from that.

That's the irony of life. My life.

Meera thanked me.
"Is it? Then I'm grateful to your kind heart, Mr. Menon. I don't know how you did and what, but I'd like to hear more of that back-story.."

I sensed she's not making a scene right away and instead she's acting like a total stranger to me in front of Das. A thousand questions raced through my mind and I anticipated a moment when she would come open. But I was eased out of the initial shock; though my mind still happened to have a hunch that she might be trying to dig into my friendship with Das.

Das suggested we move to the coffee house on the second floor. She immediately agreed. In the coffee house she and Das sat together and I took the opposite seat on the small table. Their hands were rubbing each other and suddenly it was making me uncomfortable. Not only because of the sight itself but also the suspicion whether Meera was checking if I was enjoying it or not.
Das was busy making coffee order and Meera was watching me carefully. I tried to smile at her. I was however forced to look down when her eyes penetrated beyond mine. I was intimidated. I felt a loser. Inferior.
I suddenly felt my deepest scare unearthing my mind. Is she contemptuous to me? Will she show me signs that she's choosing him over me? I wasn't the husband to her anymore, and the only thing I could do was to behave as if I haven't seen their closeness, and it was torturing me.
My heart skipped many beats and I didn't have any clue how to save my face. It was torturing me. My inner thoughts were torturing me. I still hate those moments. I want to move on.
"You know the prank that I'd once tried to play on you and how it failed, I told him about it and he advised me to apologise to you. I wasn't sure if you'd forgive me, but when we both knew of your job trouble, he said it's the perfect time. This is the best way to apologise. And see, how we're both happy now, all thanks to Mr. Menon."
Das said.
"That's really great of you, Mr Menon."
Meera said.
"Without your help, we would have never made it. Das you're really lucky to have such good friends. Normally guys give ill advice in these types of cases which actually worsen the situation when dealing with women."
I doubted if she was really praising me.
"Of course, Meera. We discuss a lot of things regularly and he never gives wrong advice, especially about you."
That hurts, Mr Das. I said in my mind.
"Yeah, I don't want you to end up being slapped again, Mr.das."
I punished him lightly. Das laughed. Meera smiled. It was gorgeous.
"I can see you guys are really close."
While talking, Das had his hand around her back and I had a difficult time watching it. Even more difficult was to act as if I hadn't seen it. Even more difficult was to hide the fact it's damn difficult for me.
And she made no attempt to free herself from him. It didn't matter to me whether she could.
In that exact moment, we suffered the entry of an alien invasion to our world.
"Das!"
It was Neerja. A jolt passed through Das' face and I saw it. He lost words to answer. Neerja might have, no, she surely have, noticed his hands to the fullest way possible by a wife of a husband. He withdrew it immediately but he still couldn't speak. Perhaps he knew that damage was done already.
"Hi, Neerja. What a pleasant surprise. How are you?"
I said and stood up quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Menon. Did I really surprise you?"
Neerja replied with a firm voice.
"You did. Actually, Mr. Das did. He didn't tell us you were here."
"Well, he doesn't know. I'm here myself. What are you guys up to? And who's this lady sitting with my husband?"
Even Meera's face was red in a moment. I seemed to be the only one with a movable tongue.
"This is my wife, Meera."
I said. I bluffed. I did more than a bluff.
Everybody, from Das to Meera to Neerja was surprised though the latter was the least.
"I was just introducing Mr. Das to her. How wonderful that you're also here. Please take a seat with us."
I showed her the seat where I was seated. She thanked me with a smile and sat down leaving space to accommodate me next to her.
I sat down and gestured to the counter for a coffee for her too.
"Cold, please," Neerja said.
I forwarded that request to the counter.
Things were even now with ladies facing each other.
"Hello, Meera. I'm so glad to meet you. It's really a big surprise. And Mr Menon, your wife is really beautiful."
Neerja eased the moment and Das was brought down to earth. We all enjoyed our coffee. Eventually, Neerja asked Meera where she's working. I stepped up again.
"That's the joke of the day we were sharing, Neerja. Meera works in Das' office and he doesn't recognise her."
"What?"
"And even I had no idea. I was introducing them each other."
"It's not a big deal, Neerja. I've joined his office last month only."
Meera said.
"Oh, I see."
Neerja nodded.
How stupid. Well, Neerja believed it all.
When the coffee was over, Mr Das was forced to leave with his wife, leaving Meera with me.

I thought she'd question me about my bluff. I prepared myself to defend it by claiming she's still my wife.
Well, Meera didn't actually care about it.
"So you've been after me."
She said.
"I've been helping you."
I said. She looked deep into my eyes.
"Are you not playing the same old games with me?"
"No. No."
I knew what she was talking about.
"You knew I was having my hanging out with Das."
"What's wrong with that. He's not like Shekhar."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. What do you think?"
"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually he's going to seduce your wife!"
She said firmly.
I couldn't blink my eye, yet I missed the moment she disappeared into the crowd.

Darkness had begun invading me right through my eyes.
Darkness.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:51 PM

Chapter 22

By evening, Das thanked me many times. As if it wasn't enough, he dropped himself at my home at eight with a gift which we both enjoyed sipping with ice cubes and soda.
"Your timely action not only saved my face but also avoided a big headache that I would never be able to get over. You truly saved my ass. I feel like I can't decide a suitable way to thank you. I owe you another treat for fooling my wife like that. You don't know how I'm feeling about this. A lot of happiness. I want to scream it to the whole world but it has to remain a secret. The only one I can share this is you, my friend."
He said excitedly.
"And Meera too."
I reminded.
"Yeah, that's true. I think I should call her. May I?"
We had had more than a couple of drinks.
"Sure. Feel yourself home Mr Das."
He rang her. I sipped the heavily mixed drink, putting all of my senses together to hear Meera's voice from the other side.
"I've got your message. It's okay Mr Das."
I heard her voice.
"I embarrassed you. Didn't I?"
Das softened his voice.
"I told you it's okay."
"I wish I could say this face to face.."
"You'll see me in the office tomorrow."
"Not in the office crowd, Meera. Somewhere else where we can be ourselves. How about leaving early tomorrow."
"What are you planning.."
"Nothing yet. Now I will."
"Have you thanked your friend?"
"Of course. He saved us. I owe him a treat."
"Me too."
"Really? I will tell him this for sure."
"Yeah, it would have been very embarrassing had he not made up that idea."
I was listening closely.
"Only thing that worried me was that I had to leave you alone."
"I wasn't alone. I had your friend for company."
Now Das looked at me.
"Did you like my friend?"
"Sure why not!"
"Are you planning to spoil him too?"
"Spoil? Have I spoilt you?"
"Very badly."
"How exactly is that, Mr Das?
"I can tell you exactly, honey. Earlier I used to think of work even when I'm home. Now it's you. You only."
"What's that much to think about me, Mr Das?"
"Everything."
"I wish you be a bit more specific."

It was obvious she wanted to hear more. Why isn't she dropping it? I thought, frustratingly.
"You're a wonderful woman, Meera. You're very beautiful yet un-self-conscious about it. You're very strong but I saw your feminine side today. Your smile in the day makes me smile even at night. I hear your voice even when you're not talking."
"You're again very flattering."
"Take it that way if you want. I meant every word of it."
"We should stop this Mr Das."
"Meera."
"Das we don't want to do anything that might embarrass you."
"Embarrass me? How about you?"
"Your embarrassment will be mine too."
"Don't beat around it, Meera. Speak your mind."
"Are you drunk?"
"I want to make a confession to you Meera. I'm attracted to you. I don't know how you feel about this. I can't hide it anymore from you."
"We better stop it, Mr Das."
He was proposing my wife right in front of my eyes. Sitting in my house, in my living room, on my couch. And I couldn't do anything about it. I had become a stone.
I didn't have a life.
Yet I couldn't blame this man for that.
She'll reject him. I hoped.

"Meera please give me some time. Tell me."
Das went on.
"Tell you what."
"Can I expect a smile tomorrow."
"Of course, you're my boss."
"Is that it?"
"My life is already complicated, Mr Das."
"We can make it less complicated."
"I don't think so."
"I do. Trust me."
"How's that?"
"I will tell you when I see you face to face."
"Okay then. Goodnight."
"Meera. Please. Please give me a reply so that I can go to bed with some peace of mind."
"Reply to what."
Das fell silent for a minute. He was done.
"Das, you better be with Neerja than putting yourself in a position where you'll have to depend on a lot of lies."
"Are you turning me down?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I feel the best when you're with me."
"Das..."
"I don't care what you think of me right now. I'm ready to get slapped by you a hundred more times. But I want to confess you this, that I'm in love with you. Let the whole world say that it's wrong but I'm. I speak what I feel."
"Do you realise what you're talking about? You're drunk, ain't you?"
"Yes, I'm. But I know who I'm and what I'm talking."
"Okay, I will believe you when we talk face to face. Tomorrow."
She hung up the phone.
Das fell back into the couch. Silent.
"Mr Das."
He looked up at me.
"Mr Menon, you've just heard this. I've just confessed my love to her. I just did it."
I found it difficult to talk now.
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes. Of course. I want this woman."
"In what sense?"
"I don't know. I want her with me. I want to speak to her. Keep looking at her. Listening to her voice. What do you call it?"
Love. I said in my mind.
Where is it taking you, Krish? I asked myself.
The man had truly fallen in love with my wife. I thought.

"How about Meera? Did she say yes?"
I asked.
"She'll say soon. When we meet."
"Okay. That's great news. So we wait for tomorrow."
I was thinking deeply about it.
"Mr Menon."
Mr Das stood up from the couch.
"Let's go right now."
"Right now where?"
"Let's go meet her. I know her place."
A lightning passed through my ear.
"What... What are you doing, Mr Das?"
"She said tomorrow. And it's already. It's five past twelve."
He showed me his watch.
"So what. What are you going to do there?"
"I will...I will just have a look at her face... Her beautiful face and... and will listen to whatever she has to say. I will bear whatever happens that. Let her slap me again."
"Oh come on. You're ruining it again, Mr Das. I suggest you stop for now."
"You haven't heard her voice, Mr Menon. You should have. If you did, you'd have helped me."

I didn't know how to stop him. The man was crazy.
"If you're not coming, it's okay. I'll go myself."
He declared.
I sensed that it would be more dangerous to leave him alone. I didn't trust him at that moment.
"Okay. I'll come. I'll drive. But you must promise me that you won't do anything stupid. Don't get physical. You're risking your life."
I warned.
"And you should not mention my name. I can't bear this crazy image of myself."
I certainly didn't want Meera to think I let it happen.
Mr Das promised me everything I demanded.
And, exactly at 12.55 AM that midnight, I pulled his car into the parking of Lavanya Apartments. I made him repeat his promises for the third time and let him walk toward the stairs at 1.05 AM.
The stairs that would lead him to a flat where my wife is probably sleeping and surely alone.

"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning, he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"
I remembered Meera uttering those words a few hours ago.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:52 PM

Chapter 23

Mr Das returned to me exactly after twenty minutes. His face said it wasn't good.
"How did it go?"
I asked impatiently.
"She said she's sparing me the slaps for another day."
I let out a sigh that I hid perfectly from him.

While driving back home, I was content with a sense of relief at the turn of events. The fact that Meera had rejected his advances, and that she had even warned him with a possibility of a slap across his face soothed my mind. I didn't really believe she would slap him ever again, but I expected Mr Das should believe it.
When we reached my home, Das straightaway took the driver's seat and drove away, just gesturing me a good night. I watched a failed man gone, and I was happy about it.

Later, in my bed, I found myself unable to sleep. I tried to visualise Meera in her bed. Her hand would be warm and soft, just the way I felt that evening. I remembered her words.
"I think he's just like Shekhar. I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"

She had said that only to make me furious. She had no plans to be seduced by this old man. If she had, even in her craziest dreams, today was the day. The more I had positive thoughts about her, the more I felt an urge to think the opposite too.
What if she was truly attracted to him? I wondered. Wouldn't she have let him lead her to her bed?
In that case; I visualised Meera lying in her bed. I thought myself in place of Das. I sensed my erection growing and my hand crawled inside my underwear. I remembered the feel of her panty against my face and imagined Mr Das pulling it down her thighs, slowly. I rolled myself in my bed and imagined Meera, lying there, right under me. I pressed my lips to the pillow and kissed her warm lips.
'Das...mmm'
She moaned between my kisses.
'Meera.... My baby...' I moaned lovingly.
My hardness had grown to perfection. I caught Meera stealing a glance at it and biting her lips.
'Spread your legs for me, baby' I blurted and gripped around my erection. I watched her legs spread. I wanted to go down on her.
'I'm ready Das. Please give it to me...' she whispered.
I adjusted my dick between my thighs and visualised it slowly struggling its way inside her.
'Aaaah...Aah... Das!' I heard her cry. It was lovely. Her moans when she received a dick hard like that one would be music so lovely.
I slowly pushed my groin down to the softness of the mattress and almost lived to the pleasure of being inside her inner lips. Slowly I began to move, up and down, making my dick rub against the inner walls of my thighs, and moaned.
'Meera...my baby...'
I heard her moaning to each of my moans.
'Oh my God! Yes... Oooh yes... Fuck me hard... Das...'
Soon I was there. I was moving very fast and pounded hard into the mattress.
'oh yes... Oh yes... Come... Fill me... Please...aaah!'
I heard Meera asking for it. And that was it. I exploded within me and with it came the darkness. I closed my eyes forcefully to see her receiving the hot streams of my sensations. But the image soon faded and I was lying with my face down in my bed; and my dick still jerking itself in the momentum, still leaking cum. Wasted cum.

****
In the morning my phone rang. It was Meera.
"Krish, you were with him when he came to me yesterday, weren't you?"
She was furious.
I couldn't believe how Mr Das betrayed me.
"I didn't have any other option, Meera. Mr Das sought my help as he was too drunk. He wanted me to drop him at your place or else he'd have driven the car himself. He wasn't in a shape to do that and I thought it's better if I accompany him. He didn't misbehave, did he?"
I played it down carefully.
I might have sounded logical to her. She was cooled off.
"Please tell him not to do such stupid things."
"It won't happen again, Meera. What was it all about?"
"You don't know?"
"He mentioned something about a slap. Have You slapped him again? I couldn't get it."
I heard her laugh lightly.
"No, I just scared him away."
She said.
"Meera, I...uh.. You weren't serious yesterday at the coffee shop, were you?"
I asked.
In reply, I heard the cut line tone.

***
Nothing happened for a few days. Then there was an invitation from Neerja. For me to their home. With my family for dinner. That meant I have to show up at their bungalow with my 'wife' Meera. I was doubtful of her consent.

"What is this about?"
I asked Mr Das.
"It's actually my plan Mr Menon. I will tell Meera. You just play along. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
I had no other options. I was forced to ignore my doubtfulness on his true intentions.
Meera said yes to the invitation. I don't know what she was thinking.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:53 PM

Chapter 24

Friday.
I went to Lavanya apartments and picked her up. She looked ravishing and I couldn't stop staring at her. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown.
"We're husband and wife once again. Thanks to Mr Das."
I said as I drove the car.
"In your dreams only. It's over, Krish. Now Drive."
She said cruelly.
"You don't have to avoid me that much Meera. Why is it so tough to have a simple chat with you?"
"You know what's happening today? He's bringing me closer to him. His family. So that I should feel comfortable and he has more chances to win me over."
"What about you?"
"I'm indecisive."
She sounded like she decided to be so.
"Don't you care for me at all, Meera?"
"I wish I don't."
"Do you love Mr Das?"
"I like him. But don't worry I'm not going to take his wife's place."

I didn't understand what she meant. I felt stupid. I was clearly lagging behind.

Neerja and Mr. Das welcomed us to their home. Das found it difficult to take his eyes off Meera. He hid nothing from me. His only fear was undeniably his wife. Once we were comfortable around the house, Mr. Das asked Neerja to show me her personally designed lawn. I saw him gesturing Meera to stay back.
I followed Neerja half-heartedly to the lawn. It was gorgeous indeed but I rushed myself to get back inside.
When we came back both Das and Meera were sitting in the living room. I could smell something foul. I saw a mysterious smile on Meera's lips. And his eyes were still on her.

Neerja turned out to be a very friendly homemaker. I wondered how this soft-spoken lady transforms herself into a tigress whenever she wants to.
When we were chatting later at the lobby upstairs, Neerja excused herself, leaving us alone. Mr. Das immediately seized the opportunity.

"Could you please watch the door for us, Mr Menon?"
I wondered what he was up to.
"I have a surprise for you."
He looked at Meera.
He stood up and pulled a tiny box out of his pocket.
"It's for you, my special lady."
He said looking at her eyes.
Meera glanced at the door I was supposedly guarding and quickly opened the box. Inside it was something precious. I saw her eyes shining brighter.
"Let me."
He took it out and I saw it now. It was a diamond necklace.
"My God, You!" I heard Meera whisper.
She sat there awestruck as he extended his hands to put it around her neck. I saw his fingers touching her skin as he did it.
I felt a pang of jealousy. It's one thing to imagine her being fucked by him in my secret dreams, and it's quite another to watch her being merely touched by him. The latter hurts.

"Neerja would notice." I said. I knew I would sound like a jealous dick.
"Do you like it?"
Mr Das ignored my warning completely.
"It's lovely, yes!"
Meera said, running her fingers over it. She was visibly overwhelmed.
"Neerja would notice it. I can't wear it now." She said.
Now he seemed to care.
"You can keep it in the box for now."
She kept it back in the box and handed it to me.
I felt an unexpected pang of guilt. What would happen when he knows the truth?

We returned after the dinner. She was thoughtful and I felt she'd remain so throughout the drive.
"Are you okay Meera?" I finally asked.
"Can you forgive me if I say yes to him?"
She asked me suddenly and I was speechless.
I pulled the car into a lonely area. She looked into my eyes.
"Yes to what?" I pretended to be stupid.
She gave me a surprised look, as if I sounded too stupid.
"To whatever he's expecting from me.."
She said slowly.
"Does it matter anymore?"
"I don't know. Maybe it doesn't."
It was happening.
"I know there's no future in this. But I have gone too far to turn back."
"How far?"
"I'm having dreams of him. When he put that necklace around my neck I could feel it. Like I want to be with him."
"Meera..."
I lost words. Before I could say more, she leaned on to me, fighting to hold back the tears.
"It's happening Krish. I'm not yours anymore. I'm going to do terrible things. Please forget me."
I felt like my head was spinning.
Is it the end?
I was losing her. What have I got now?
Can I ever move on?

May this all be a bad dream. Just a bad dream I made up. I hoped.

She regained her composure quickly.
"Let's go."
She said. I had no reason not to drive.
"And do me a favor. Please don't tell him about our this small talk."
She said as I dropped her home. Das' gift remained in my pocket. I realised it only when I reached home. I felt like it didn't have much value in the whole story. But it wasn't a surprise, for I knew Meera isn't the one who could be seduced with a gift. Only thing that could impress her is something that I can't provide. What is it? I thought.

That night I drunk like a pathetic failure.
I felt horrible.

sarit11 · 21-11-2018, 12:53 PM

Posted up to 10th page .

Ramesh_Rocky · 21-11-2018, 03:31 PM

thanks sarit garu keep posting

King Alpha · 23-11-2018, 04:56 PM

good story keep going.....

sarit11 · 24-11-2018, 12:35 PM

Chapter 25

Next morning I was trying to shed my hangover when Mr Das rang up me.
"She still isn't saying yes."
So what the hell I should do man? I didn't ask even though I wanted to.
It was Saturday. She had rejected his proposal to visit her at her house.
"Then I suggested your presence. I tried to convince her that there's nothing to worry about in your presence, but no luck. I need to talk to her, Mr Menon. I want to spend some normal time with her. A peaceful evening is all I'm asking from her. Isn't it okay? Do you think she lacks confidence in me?"
I couldn't give him a sensible reply. It felt good for me that she was turning down his advances.
***

A few days later I had a marriage anniversary function of an old friend to attend. Meera was also invited. I was happy to attend the function and I had great expectations for a supposed meeting with her. I dressed well for the occasion and dreamed of talking to her, getting friendlier to her and even more. These types of public gatherings help people resolve their differences. I hoped for good and prayed for it. Das shouldn’t be there. I thought.

Unfortunately, all my hopes and prayers were shattered at the very moment I and Meera came face to face. She stared at me as I walked up to her and before I could say even a single word, she broke my heart.
“Krish, please. Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk.”
Her quick rejection stunned me. I swallowed the only word that came out of my throat.
“What!”
“Not today!”
She added sternly.
“Meera, consider me as an old friend at least.” I managed to say; although in a low voice. My own misery embarrassed me.
“We better talk only when ‘he’ is present. That’s when you behave like just a friend.” She said, matching her volume with mine. She nodded her head slightly like she’s done talking and walked away. I could only stand and stare her back until she disappeared into the crowd. I was made a statue.

When I realized what I was doing, I looked around desperately. I saw Ananya watching me from a distance. She smiled and nodded. I wasn’t sure if she had seen the entire scene.
She walked up to me.

“What did she say?” She asked.
“Nothing good,” I said disappointingly.
“Really?” She looked at the side Meera had disappeared. She seemed surprised. I didn’t bother and walked away from her.

The party was finished for me. I met many friends but I couldn’t find myself socializing with anyone.
Why was Meera behaving like that?
I kept wondering. I was lost beyond my own reach when I heard a familiar voice.

“Krish...”

It was Sam. Samay Madhav.
I didn’t smile. Neither did him. But he showed me one of the glasses he was holding and I paused a second before I took it.
“Krish, I am sorry.” That was the next thing he said to me and it was unexpected. I couldn’t really say anything immediately. I felt great at first and then started wondering if he really came to reconcile. Well, he really meant it. He grabbed my hand and led me to a corner to have a personal, long conversation.
“I am sorry for hurting you, my friend.” He said many times.
He acknowledged the fact that I never told Ananya about his old crush on Meera. He felt I had been a true friend to him and what he had done to me was unforgivable. He said he is ashamed of his act. He had been thinking about talking to me for long, but couldn’t find right opportunity to do so. In the end, he also apologized for shouting me those things.

I still had his words in my mind.
‘I will fuck her.’

He said he actually had no intention to do those things.
“It was just some rage, which made me say those things.” He said.

How the fate was playing with me. I immediately thought.
It was for those words that I had pushed Meera away to Mr Das. Now Sam was claiming that he never meant them in the first place. With an apology, he simply undid all his mistakes. What about mine? Can I do the same?
No. Never. I thought.
I couldn’t see me claiming Meera back from Das.

Soon Ananya spotted us together and wondered what has happened. She joined us and we changed our topic.

I saw Sam’s return to my friend zone as a positive thing. But I decided against sharing with him my concerns involving Meera and Das. I was the cat that once fell into a bowl of hot water.

Ananya later showed me a photo in her mobile. It was a beautiful fish in a well-decorated aquarium.
“You know who this is?”
She asked me.
“No.”
“This is Krish the fish. This is Meera’s new partner. She has installed a new aquarium at her house. And she has named the fish after you.”
“What. Really?”
I thought I sounded too joyful.
“But it’s a secret. Don’t ask her; she’ll kill me if she knows I sold her secret...”

That was true. Meera had given her fish my name. I didn’t understand anything. What did she mean by that?
She wanted ‘Krish’ close to her? Or was that she wanted me in a cage and wanted to watch me in it?
I had no idea.
However, soon I began feeling good about it.

But it was too short-lived. Meera had even more in store for me.

sarit11 · 24-11-2018, 12:36 PM

Chapter 26

I had Ananya's call in the late evening on Thursday.

“Krish this is very important. I want you listen carefully first and then make a conclusion. Because I am not sure if I am correct. I can be wrong. So you should...”
She was beating around the bush.
“Come to the point, Ananya.” He said impatiently.
“Okay, I will come to the main point. Uh... Didn’t I tell you about the pet shop from where Meera had bought the aquarium? Well she had earlier bought some plants from there, the plants that she has in her balcony, from the same shop. The shop owner, his name is Vivek, they’ve been discussing these plants and fishes and crabs for like a couple of weeks, perhaps even more. Meera told me he’s taking her on a dinner on this Saturday.”

It took me a couple of moments to let it sink in.

Guys, let me tell you something about Meera. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman who can be any man’s dream. Her lively face and beautiful smile can command a lot of attention. She is a bit plump, yet weighs just right in all right places. She wears open neck garments most often, showing off her flawless skin around her neck. I have seen hungry men staring down her neck and at her cleavage. She never looks short of stunning and it’s no more a surprise for me to hear she was approached by a member of opposite sex.

This new man Vivek, however, had become an instant threat.

Having a man to dream or try befriending Meera wouldn't make me worried or surprised. But her approval for a dinner date was hell of a surprise.
Even Das wouldn't have digested it. He was the contender, wasn’t he?

“He's taking her to ‘The Square’.”
Ananya said.
“The Square?”
I had heard the name in the past.
“The Square. It's a bar in the south east of the city. It's a bar, restaurant, pub, dance floor, performance platform, couples only hangout place, dark lit privacy huts and everything special in one place. It has both crowded floors as well as lonely corners. It's beautiful as well as dangerous...”
Ananya ran a detailed description on the Square.

Such places should be banned. I thought.

“You better watch your lady; I advise you.”
She said in the end.
“The ambiance there, it's something. ”
She added with a sigh.
“How do you know so much about it?”
I asked.
“I've been there, twice.”
Hey voice was lower.
“And anything happened?”
“Mmm...I don't want to tell you.”
“Come on...”
“mmm...” she paused for a moment. “First time it was just a kiss. But second time it was way more dangerous, like you feel obliged to go beyond your comfort zone there, and we could've gone even further. It takes a lot of willpower to survive that smoke.”
She sounded like she was reliving it in her mind.
“If it's so dangerous, why don't you stop her?”
I tried to be logical, and actually tried to seek help from her.
“It's dangerous from your point of view, darling. For her, you don't know.”
“Haven't you told her about your experience?”
“I gave her a basic idea, and she's like ,'it's not a date, he's safe to be with, he's showing me this dance performance' and all.”
"What dance, and is he safe?”
“I haven't dated him yet.”
“Have you seen him?”
“He's very young. And he's athletic. And, handsome too. I will brand him hot!”

Slut. I said in my mind.
Why don't you steal him from her? He'll fuck you harder. I didn't say.

“Can you crop your words a bit so that I can feel better, please?”
“I could, but I don't want you feel worse afterwards.”
“If you can't stop her, how can I?”
“Why in the first place you want to stop it?”
I was irritated.
“Then why are you telling this to me?”
“...mmm... Just to make sure you realise your wife maybe willing to move on. But honestly, believe me, I think even she's not sure about it. I thought you could make out what's in her mind. I don't want her do foolish things and end up regretting.”
“I want her back, Ananya. I don't want to move on.” I said.
“Okay. I told you this much. Don't sell me to her. But you can follow her for her safety. She's very innocent. If anything wrong happens, you can stop him.”
“Thank you.”

I said and hung up the phone.
I felt sick in the stomach.
That night my maleness slept quite earlier than me.

sarit11 · 24-11-2018, 12:37 PM

Chapter 27

My life had reached the top of the turmoil. Every week there was something that made me either regret what I had done in the past or wish I had done what I hadn't.

At first, Meera gave me a clear sign, how she was inclined toward the fondness of Mr Das. She made me regret making her the point of attention for him.

Then Sam came up with an apology and also a confession that he never meant to do those things with my wife which he had threatened me a year ago. It was his threatening statement that he would chase and fuck my wife one day, that had persuaded me to push Meera into Das' circle, and eventually let him grow to become the biggest obstacle between me and Meera. Adding the fuel to the fire was my own dirty dreams of Meera making love to other men. If I hadn't taken Sam seriously, Das wouldn't have happened. I felt pity for my own stupidity.

Then Meera built an aquarium at her home and added a fish to it. A beautiful one with a beautiful name. Krish.
I really had thought it meant a return of good fortune in my life. The face she put up in front of me wasn't the one she had. Instead, she loved me. I thought. The day after days I was having dreams of her taking care of that fish, talking to it and dreaming of me while doing it. Within such a short period of time, I had even the craziest dream when I visualised her changing clothes in front of that fish, her thinking of me watching her through the eyes of it.

How grossly stupid I was.
Apparently, the only thing she wanted was to see me locked inside a small cage, while she could go out and have all the fun. This realisation left me fuming with anger.

And finally, now, there was another jolt, in the form of a new avatar, named Vivek, who had managed to do what even the long-time chaser Mr Das couldn’t. This chap was taking her to a dinner date in a place that was notorious for a dinner date place, especially in my case.
I did not have the time to dig about Vivek. I had no idea how to interrupt this date. The only thing I could do was to spy on them. spy on my wife, again.

And it wasn’t really a matter of indecision for me. I had to do it.

Saturday.
I rented a car from a shop and reached Lavanya Apartments well before sunset.
I wanted Meera recognise neither me nor my car. I hid the rented Swift and myself in a nearby cut road and kept my both eyes on that building. I did not want to be in a crowded ‘Square’ and end up not even seeing her.

While sitting there anxiously, I tried to joke myself that I would end up pursuing a detective’s career. I imagined myself sitting in an office and getting my assignment for the day.
“This gentleman suspects that his beautiful wife cheats on him. Our task is to spy on the lady and collect as much as evidence to prove the truth.”

I would by then be able to have a look at the photo of the woman and say, “yes gentleman, she is a cheat.”

Actually, if a woman cheats, it would be easy to find out, for a dedicated detective. But if she doesn't, it would be damn tough because we don't know if it happens after the spy work. Perhaps the woman may start cheating when she realises that her husband had questioned her integrity and had his men after her. Then she would make love with other men in her marital bed only to make her husband realises how she likes to fuck.

It would be damn funny. I thought.

I saw a young woman in saree across the road and wondered if she had ever cheated on her husband. I wondered if she was coming right after meeting her lover.

I was becoming insane.
I was the cat once fell into the bowl of hot water. I would now be hostile to even the cold water.
No. I was the fish that was trapped in my wife’s aquarium.
And I lived on her mercy. I prayed she stay inside her house, looking after the fish, caring it with all the kindness in the world.
But she didn’t.
A blue Baleno was driven into the apartment Complex after 40 minutes. My heartbeats foretold me what was that, and very soon I saw Meera walking out from the other side, from the lift side. She wore a red jacket and dark blue clothing inside it; and jeans, perhaps. He didn’t get out of the vehicle, and she sat in the front seat. She was smiling at him, I saw. I could not see his face at all as the Baleno was driven away quickly.

sarit11 · 24-11-2018, 12:38 PM

Chapter 28

I hurriedly started my Swift and followed the Baleno. ‘The Square’ was two hours away thanks to the heavy traffic. It had a dance program scheduled at nine. The place was too crowded, and at the jam-packed parking lot, I lost them. By the time I parked my car and reached the entrance, they had disappeared. I had however spotted his car in the parking lot already and it meant they were not completely lost.

I was then stopped at the entrance.
“Couples only for the event, sir. “ The men at the gate said.
I said my girlfriend was late for an hour so I thought I would warm up with some light drink. But it didn't help.
"You can wait at the outer lobby, sir. Drinks are available there." They said.

I wasn't ready to walk away leaving my wife with her lover or friend. I roamed around until I saw a lonely girl. I approached her.
“Hello there, do you wanna go in?”
I had never done such things in the past and I hardly expected it would work. But it did. The third girl I hit responded positively.
“Do I know you?”
“We’ll get to know.”
I said and she smiled lightly.

The late moment entry cost me eleven thousand bucks. I wondered if they are offering a suite to lay my new friend. She was very young and she wore a black dress that I couldn’t find a name for. It ended right at her knees, and beyond it was impressive looking shiny legs.

I wondered how come she ended up alone there.
However, once we were inside, I quickly turned my attention away from her. I scanned the whole crowd. Couples, everywhere. Tables, designed at no specific order or space or size. Everything seemed like in a mess yet something fresh. I looked for my targets.

"I'm Shilpa."
I heard my friend say. I was late to turn my eyes to her.
"Uh. I'm Krish."
"What are you looking at?"
She looked at I was looking.
"Look Shilpa I'm so glad you came with me. I am on a dirty secret job in here and I need some room to work. You're free to watch the program and have all the fun you want. We'll see again if we're destined to."
She looked surprised and I thought she looked cute that way.
"Are you a detective?"
I was so happy to hear that, and I had an instant liking for her.
"Don't make an issue with it. Excuse me."
I whispered and walked away.

I walked around, mostly through the darkest areas of the place. I didn't want Meera to see me before I did. Well, I could not see them at all, and I was left in frustration. Like a true detective, I considered the alternative possibilities.
The outer lobby! I suddenly remembered.
What if they had gone there and then moved on to some other places?

Other places! I thought about his car. It was parked in a corner, a dark corner in the parking lot. He could take her to the car and have all the fun he wanted.
I prayed that Meera showed some willpower like Ananya had said. She must resist.
He could also drive her to other places. His places, possibly.
I cursed my decision not to check in the lobby.
By the time dance program was about to begin, I had made up my mind to leave the Square.
Then decided that I would watch the beginning of the program. Everybody would settle down for that, and I could have a better chance to search for them.

The program began very soon, on a slightly elevated platform, where I had earlier noticed a music band playing some western tracks. People gathered around it, well, in half circle actually, in available tables, benches and steps or whatsoever.
I scanned through the audience from the rear corner and suddenly I recognised a red jacket.
Meera! I almost screamed.

Indeed, she was sitting with a man.

sarit11 · 24-11-2018, 12:39 PM

Chapter 29

I couldn't see his face. But I felt a hostile feeling to see him sitting so close to Meera.

I had actually found much relief and somewhat happiness for being able to find them after such a struggle, but it all faded away as soon as I noticed them in what appeared to be a deep conversation. The whole area was noisy, and one had to literally shout to another in order to make them heard. Vivek was almost touching her ear while talking to her. I noticed her listening to him so intently. I really wished to know what he was telling her.

I was not a good spy. Otherwise, I would've pinned a sneaky tech gadget to her jacket so that I could listen to them. I didn't know whether such a thing exists in the market.

Suddenly the lights were dimmed further and the spotlights were turned on at the stage. Then the dance began. It was definitely something I had never seen in my life before. Spanish? French? German? I had no clue. Even the music was unknown beats with unheard language. A group of dancers, men and women in attractive costumes stole the attention of everyone, including mine. The male dancers had their upper body naked but concealed by some body-art, in unique designs, and women wore blouses and colourful skirts. The tempo of the music and the moves were gradually shifted higher and it became almost impossible to take one's eyes away. Their steps grew wilder and intense with music, and of course, turned highly erotic. I wondered if the men on stage would suddenly jump on their partners and start making love. However, they never touched each other and it was a wonder to watch. And then suddenly all of them disappeared and another couple took on the stage. They had the perfect bodies I had ever seen. The music was reset and re-tuned, and this time drum beats had the prominence. The couple made it seem like all the music arose from their steps. Their dance too grew intense with time, and their moves made it look like they were making love on stage, without letting the audience catch them in the act. I tried not to blink, hoping I'd catch them at it.

They're also having an affair. My instincts told me.

They too weren't touching each other. But I could very well see he was taking her to a blissful orgasm on stage, while hundreds of horny men and women watched. I felt an urge to scream to the man to kiss his partner. And when they both had their passionate climax, the audience went mad. They screamed in their loudest volume. I thought I too had come.

Well, I was hard like a stone when I came back to normal.

I saw Meera leaning towards Vivek.

Are they kissing?

He suddenly had his hand around her and they shared another secret. He would kiss her any moment. I thought. The audience was still shouting and clapping. Many of them began to stand up, blocking my view. I hurried forward through the crowd. I saw a couple in a nearby seat kissing madly. They were madly aroused, I knew.

I knew Meera would be no different. This is worth eleven thousand bucks. I said in my mind. The unlimited booze and food and space and light and darkness, all are the bonus.

Couples were moving on to the dance floor, at the sides, as if they were to imitate those classic performers there. A DJ was inviting all to the dance floor and the atmosphere would change to electric any moment. I stayed behind my targets. My wife and her new friend.

I wouldn't call him her boyfriend. Not yet. I still trusted her. I saw them watching the couples on the dance floor, with drinks in their hands. They constantly changed tables, and with each change, he would get her a new drink. He never asked her for a dance. And instead, it seemed like they were having a never-ending conversation. I died to hear what they were talking. After almost one hour, he walked her away from the crowded area and headed to the open garden. There were benches. I thought they were going to sit on them.

No, they weren't. He walked her further, beyond the disturbance of the loud music, and finally into one of many small hut-like structures...

That's the privacy huts? I recollected Ananya's words.

I could not see them both as they walked inside one. I sensed the foul deal really quick. That's where he's taking her.

I needed to know. The lights were dim. I could walk closer, but I could no way stand in front of the door and stare. Then I noticed some bushes on the other side.

That's my place. I quickly decided.

I looked around and walked stealthily over to the other side of the bushes and when I made sure I wasn't being watched, I dived into them. I crawled under the thick bush like an expert and moved closer to the hut. I could smell jasmine from the bushes. When I got close enough to the hut, I looked for a way to peek inside. The hut was made by some palm leaves at the sides. I slowly and silently forced my hand through them to make a hole and peeped. I struggled for some time to get a proper view. Eventually, I saw them.

Inside were a table and two benches on either side of it. At one sat them, and they looked like lovers.

At the dim light, I almost saw his face. He loved younger than me. And I felt he was athletic as well, even though he was wearing a blazer jacket. I started feeling jealous immediately. He was very handsome. I had to agree.

Is he going to seduce my wife? I worried myself.

I felt worse when I noticed his hand around her.

"Like I told you, I love living my life with beautiful things. Like you."
He was saying.
"When I saw you looking at my fish and speaking to him with your eyes, I had committed myself that I will have to see more of them. Look at me..."
He was trying to be romantic with her and it seemed he was effective in that. He had made an excuse to touch her face. She turned to him and smiled.
"Your eyes speak more than you do..."
"Really? What are they saying?"
"They're telling me 'don't move!'. They're making me unable to take my eyes off them."
She smiled again.
Their eyes, hell, remained as if they were glued to each other. His hand slowly touched her cheek and she looked down quickly.
"I'm feeling embarrassed."
She said
"Why is that, babe?"
He had a flirty tone in his voice. He knew how to say things.
"I'm not supposed to be here."
"You're mistaken, my dear. You're not here. Actually, we both are not here."
"Then where are we?"
"We are on a lonely island. You step out of this small boat means you step into the water. This is all we have. This is the world now."
"You're good making up stories."
"I create beautiful stories. They will make you feel the world better. Your world."
"Is that why you said the dancer was having a crush on me?"
"I said that because I knew it. I can say we one has a crush on other. Like the one... Well, you won't agree if I told you..."
"Tell me."
"Okay... Like that one you're having right now."
"I knew you'd say this. But no!"
She tried to move away and he let her go of his hand.
"I'm not holding you. But remember, I had told you, you wouldn't agree."
She shook her head sideways to convey him a no.
"Meera, I told you. Your eyes speak a lot more than you do."
"They are lying..."
She said and looked away. But she was blushing. I could see it.
God. I thought.
Meera grabbed her drink from the table and took a sip.
"You're wasting it."
He said
"What?"
"You're not capable, to be honest even after all these..."
He gestured at her glass. She placed it back on the table.
"Look, speak honestly with me. A crush never means a potential love affair. It just means a crush. Like the one I have with Madhuri Dixit."
"Madhuri Dixit? Wow? But she's too old for you.."
She laughed.
"For what? If Madhuri was in my bedroom tonight, you know what I would like to do with her?"
Meera suddenly looked enthusiastic. Even I did.
"I know that you would do; yeah, only if she agreed!"
She giggled saying that.
"You've got a very dirty mind, dear. You're nothing like when you showed up at my shop!"
"What have I said dirty? You made me say that."
"But then you didn't tell anything."
"No. There's nothing to tell. It's obvious."
"Then tell me. Come on, take some more sips and tell me."
He showed his own drink to her lips and she took a small sip. Her eyes remained in his. "Well ... in your bedroom, in your bed, you'll do... You know..."
She paused and smiled shyly. She was having a great time. I thought.
"What, tell me. Go ahead."
"You dirty mind, you are nothing like you promised when you asked me out."
"What have I done wrong? I'm just talking. We're just talking, sharing what we have in our mind."
"Yeah. Yeah. We're sharing the dirtiest things in your imaginations."
"Tell me the truth, Meera. Hold your breath and tell me one truth. Show me your guts this time. Are they really dirty things?"
Meera almost opened her mouth to say something and he stopped her.
"Truth only."
She thought again and spoke slowly.
"Yes. They are."
She bit her lips, eyes on him.
Then all of a sudden, his lips were on hers, while his hands wrapped around her. She made no movement as he kissed her for three and half a second. Then he let her go. I was expecting her objection that never came until it lasted. I was let down by her lack of objection.
"These are the beautiful things. You're a beautiful thing."
She looked at him like shocked, now.
"Was that your first kiss?"
He asked.
"What?"
I had heard him, but she hadn't. I didn't know how.
"I said, did you like this place?"
He asked immediately.
"Why not. It's a wonderful place. I loved it."
She said, still looking at him.
"Good. This is the place to bring people if you want to impress them."
She made a cute gesture with her lips.
"Are you trying to impress me?"
He wrapped her arms around her again.
"Don't tell me you still haven't noticed."
She smiled lovingly and he was again bringing his lips closer to hers. This time he was quite slower, yet she made no attempt to move away. Instead, she kissed him back and tried to put her right arm around his neck. The kiss was intense and longer. I watched and merely moaned.
Oh my God, what's happening?
I saw his hand moving to her chest and he slowly began caressing her breasts over the clothes. Inside her jacket, outside her tank top. She soon leaned backwards, as if to let him have more privileges. His lips moved to her neck and she looked up. She let out a moan. I heard it clearly. I swallowed some cold air down my dry throat. She was letting him.
He bent his head down further and pressed his face into her breast. I saw it clearly. With one hand he was still fondling them.
"You have a gorgeous body, my babe."
He whispered.
"Vivek..."
She tried to speak something but dropped it as he put his hand under her top from the lower edge. He moved out upwards and I knew he was trying to feel her breasts. Meera let out another sigh.
"Vivek. Stop it. Please."
I heard her say.
That's the willpower. She's showing it. I thought. I cursed myself for being turned on.
I was indeed a weak person.
I prayed that they shouldn't go beyond this kissing and groping.
Vivek immediately took away his hand and sat up. His right hand was still wrapped around her. I hated him for keeping it there only.
"What happened, babe?"
He asked and brushed aside the hair strands that were loosely fallen to her face.
"We shouldn't do this."
She said and breathed.
"I was aroused watching the dance."
He said suddenly.
She took another deep breath and looked at him. He continued.
"It was really great to watch them making love on stage, without making it obvious, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did you feel the same way?"
"Yeah, yes...”
"I was really hard; you know what I'm talking about... I thought I'd get over it when the dance ends. But now you see..."
He paused, and grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch.

I skipped a heartbeat and watched him make my wife touch his erection.
"Oh my god."
I heard her say.
"Hard, isn't it?"
He asked.
"Yes..."
She said, and I watched clearly from the lowest corner of the hut, her palm feeling over him intentionally. He had made it. I felt an upsurge in my blood pressure and I felt jealousy. I wanted to be in his place. I wanted her to touch my dick like that.
Then I watched him lean to her and kiss lightly on her cheek, lightly and then opened his pants' zipper. Then he pulled his dick outside. I saw its bulbous end. It was big. It stood out of his clothes like a big snake.
"Hold it, babe..."
He whispered to my wife and she immediately followed his words. Her grip was firm around him.
"What if anyone comes?"
She asked. That was her sole worry.

Oh, my Meera! What are you becoming into? What are your making me into?

"Nobody's coming."
He assured her and helped her start stroking him. He then leaned to kiss her again.
She was stroking him herself now. Her eyes were completely on it while her hand moved up and down. And soon his hand was on her breasts again. Inside her clothes. He pulled her closer and rubbed his thirsty lips all over her neck and cleavage. When he tried to take off her jacket, she refused.
"No. Don't, please."
He did not force her, at all.
He did not force her into anything she didn't want to do. She was very happy to give him a handjob. For now.
Her hand was moving fast and I could hear its sound.
A handjob. As I thought, he stepped it up again.
"Kiss me please, babe."
I heard him say. She stopped stroking and looked at his eyes. He caressed the back of her neck and I thought he told something to her eyes. She looked down and bent forward!
I watched in utter shock, as her face went down to his lap and she slid his dick into her mouth. She slowly stroked him with her hand as well and sucked him for a few seconds. He let out a moan. She soon let it slip out of her mouth and reclaimed it completely by her handgrip.
"It was wonderful Meera. You're wonderful.."
He said and pulled her to kiss her again. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue play with hers. Her hand was soon moving faster, faster and even faster. She was serious about it like she wanted to do it.
"Oh my God. Oh my God." I heard him say.
"Keep going. Keep going. Aaah!"
He moaned again and suddenly he shot his load into the air. She looked at it lovingly and made it work harder to squeeze out whatever it had in store. I saw the streams of his cum being shot into the air and then falling on everywhere including the table. I watched him moan and groan, in complete jealousy, as my wife handed him one great orgasm.
Once everything was settled down, she took her hand off him and had a close look at it. It was dirty.
He cleaned it with some tissue papers.
They kissed again. Long kiss that must have helped them share a lot of salivae.
"That's wonderful Meera. I've never had a date this great."
He said when they became normal.
"Me too. Never had a date this crazy."
She said and finished her drink.
"I owe you an orgasm."
He said.
"You don't."
"Why?"
She bit her lips and smiled shyly.
"I think I too have had one."
"What! Really?"
"Yes, a silent one. But it is great."
"How can that be? Is it that easy?"
"Of course it's not that easy. But it was building since the dance program."
She revealed.
"Oh, that's really amazing... We should have more of these...We should go now... I have a place."
He began to say.
"No. Not any place. You had promised me something. No danger games. We already did great naughty things. Can we finish for tonight?"

He had no options but agree. She was perfectly under control. She had great willpower. She could have let him have his way. He was that charming. But she knew when to say no. And she did.

I followed them out of the Square. In the parking, I saw him opening the backseat for her. She refused and sat in the front seat. That was it.

He later dropped her at Lavanya apartments and drove away.

I was happy when I was back at home.
Happy as well as aroused. I straightway went to shower and pulled out my hard dick. It was leaking cum already. I shagged again and came with loads of cum.
My wife wasn't unfaithful. She was just a bit naughty. I thought as I went to bed.

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