Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - Part II by Krish_999 ( Completed )

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Chapter 30

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Next day I woke up with a question. Meera had all the chance to have complete fun with Vivek. She was aroused, and she was willing to have fun. To me, he seemed the right one for her. He wasn't forcing her but he was effective. She was enjoying him, and she willingly pleasured him with her mouth and hand. She could have followed him to his place and spend the whole night with him. Nobody would know. But she didn't. Why?

It's nothing like she was trying to maintain some sort of chastity. I remembered Armaan whom long ago we had met in Goa. We were hardly met, and she let him take her to a garden and have all the fun with her. There was no stopping. Then why not again in the Square?

The booze. The music. The dance. The crowd. A charged ambience. A young, energetic, and enthusiastic partner. All were the same in Goa as well as in the Square.
In Goa, she had me, presumably waiting for her in the bar. And in the Square, she didn't have me waiting for her. That was the only difference. Me.
Then suddenly it struck me. It was just a possibility.
What if I was the difference she felt between Armaan to Vivek? I was there to share the fun she had with Armaan. I was there to let her go with him. I was there to buy her after-pills. I was there for her to come back to.
With Vivek, she didn't have these luxuries. She was all herself. If she knew I was there behind the bushes, she wouldn't have stopped him.

As I processed all these thoughts and lay on my couch, sipping my hot drink, I tried to convince me with reasoning. If she feels the urge to have sex with others only in my presence and permission, that only suggests one thing. She wants to make me feel it.
And what do I feel? I asked myself.
That was the biggest question.

My world had never been so confusing. I could never tell which one was what.
Pain and pleasure.
For me, pain often pleasures me. And pleasure is often painful.

I wondered what if she was aware that I knew of her date. She would've expected me stalking her, wouldn't she? What if Ananya had told her about it? To me, it didn't simply sound logical. Meera never seemed to be worried about someone following her. She had no clue about the possibility of being spied. More than me, she could fear being seen by Mr.Das. I felt. She was unfazed about such worries. I was sure. She was at ease with Vivek.

By noon I had Ananya's call.
"Did you do anything?"
She asked.
"I went to the Square. There was nothing like you imagined!"
"You saw them?"
"Yes. They were watching the dance program. It was really good. You know, I've never seen such a..."
"You saw them watching the program or you saw the program?"
She interrupted me. She was definitely expecting more than what I told her.
"Why are you so negative? I saw them watching the program and then drinking and chatting. They didn't even dance. And he dropped him at her house at right time."
She remained silent for a couple of seconds.
"Ananya?"
I thought she hung up.
"Krish! You have a gem of a woman as your wife. No one stays this firm. She's so... You know what I'm talking about."
I felt really great when I heard those words from her.
"I know that Ananya. I need your help to bring her back to me."
"I really want to help you, Krish. But she never let me talk about it. I don't know, whenever I talk about you, even mention your name in our talks, she quits immediately. Tell me the truth, what have you done to her that she hates you this much?"
I couldn't really face that question. I had done everything.
"You already know what I've done."
"This morning I had called her. She told me almost exactly what you said. You know, now I feel bad, very bad about what I have done to her. I shouldn't have...I mean, we shouldn't have done those things to her..."
I silently listened.
"I haven't felt so regretful ever; not even to Sam. I never thought about it. You know, many of my friends have cheated on their husbands. Their husbands have done their part too. Nobody keeps sexual morality like Meera does. You've slept with other women in your life and still you're doing it, ain't you?"
"You made me do it..."
"Not only me. I had seen you with someone..."
"Oh come on. Don't be so silly. You might have seen a lot of such women but she... You know, Nikita, her name is Nikita, she is one of what you've mentioned. She has her family in the North and here she has someone else, her old boyfriend or something.. but it's not definitively me. I have got nothing to do with her. Trust me. My only mistake was with you, and that too, I had no intention to..."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know, I seduced you, you the Saint."
"You did. And I'm happy you've felt bad about it."
"I felt bad then and maybe now too. But I'm not sure about when I see you again."

I never thought I was so attractive. What's wrong with this woman? I thought.

That night I slept peacefully. I had Ananya's words in my mind. Someone complimenting Meera always made me happy.

But all the peace and my happiness were destroyed soon. Within one week.

Das and I had a fine evening at the Prince bar on Wednesday. He had invited me.
"I don't know what's holding her back, man! She behaves really cool and flirts with me, but when I ask her out she comes up with a hell lot of excuses."
He said.
I was pretending to be enjoying my drink like it was the most important thing in the world for me, but inside I was actually trying to add his words to whatever half-baked info I had gained from the Vivek episode so that I could make out if I had any chance.
"Maybe she's not willing to do anything other than what she's doing right now..."
"Don't bullshit me, Mr Menon. I can see it in her eyes. She wants me. She dreams me. I know that."
He looked deep into my eyes as he asserted his vision. I immediately felt that my eyes betrayed me and conveyed my excitement. I was forced to speak in sync.
"What type of dreams, Mr Das?"
"Wet dreams... Soaked dreams..."
He grinned.
"How do you know they're so wet?"
"You don't know man. You should look into her eyes. It speaks what she doesn't let her mouth to do."
I recollected Vivek's words from Saturday. I suddenly wanted to see Meera and look into her eyes. What were they conveying to her lovers?
"So what's your next move?"
I asked later.
"Persistence, my friend. Today or tomorrow, it doesn't matter. She will be mine."
He declared.
I burned. Hell.

And his persistence paid off within days.
Das called me again, Friday evening.
"Great news. I've got her nod, my buddy. She's coming. But there's a clause. She demanded your presence to where I'm taking her for lunch."
It wasn't a great news. And I couldn't digest her demand.
Why does she need me?
"She thinks if you're present we both will be in control. You're her safety net, I guess. She feels she's not ready for it."
For what?
I didn't ask. It was obvious.

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Chapter 31

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12.15 at noon we landed in the lobby of Sunshine Gardens. We mean, I and Meera. Mr Das welcomed us there.
"You look stunning, Meera."
He said grabbing her hands.
She did. She was dressed in a white dress that complemented her beauty.
He thanked me for being there for him as he led us to the hall. We had a light lunch. I was feeling tense because I had no idea on his plans for the day. Meera was visibly at ease; she was smiling at him as they talked.
Perhaps she was hiding her anxiety. Perhaps she wasn't tensed because I was there with her; a safety net - like Das had mentioned. Perhaps she wasn't tensed at all, for she knew whatever his plans were.
I felt I was the only one who didn't have a clue about anything.
What's happening? What's going to happen?

Das' casual talk was mostly directed to Meera. I felt nothing bad about that because she was the guest. I was just...
Well, I don't know.

Das talked about the hotel and its luxurious features. It was one of his favourite hotels.
"It took me just a visit here, that it instantly became my favourite. I hope you like it."
He said.
"The food is definitely good." Meera commented with a glowing smile on her face. I struggled hard to keep my eyes off her face. This was the first time after like an year, when I managed to sit so close to her, watching her smile. I was mesmerized by her pleasing smile and scintillating aroma. I was still in love with her.
Will she ever come back? I wondered.
"See, for me too it started with the food. Next time we'll have a complete dinner here. I will walk you through the rooftop garden also. It's wonderful to walk there and watch the sky in the night. You won't realize you're in the middle of a crowded city."
Das said.
"Wow." Meera smiled again.

Her smile was enough to trap me in another dream. I daydreamed walking her thorough that unseen rooftop garden. We would watch the sky in the night. I would hold her hand and bring it to my lips. I thought.

"So what we are we gonna do now?"
She asked as we finished the food.
"Of course, the suite. You can't miss that."
He said.

He was right. He had one grand suite ready for us. I wondered if he's paying for the whole day or just for the time we were there. I knew it would cost a big sum. Could it all be for nothing?
When we entered it, I realized it was nothing like I've ever seen or imagined.
The suite was quite luxurious, even beyond my imagination. There was a living room that was decorated with elegance, two large bedrooms, a library and a mini bar in it. Comfortable couches, easy chairs, velvet floors and it all had lavishness painted on them. Elegant and expensive, it screamed luxury by every inch of its space. From the floor to the roof, it had its class written over it.

"It feels like Mr Menon has won your trust quite easily, Meera. You seem to trust him than I thought I did."
Mr Das mentioned to Meera.
"True." Meera smiled.
"Since he's our mutual friend, we can feel absolutely free around him."
"You seem to have something in your mind.."
She said.
I brought my attention to the mini bar to fend off the awkwardness of watching them mingle through flattery.
Of all the luxury, the mini bar had caught my attention the most. Das might have noticed it.
"Feel free to check it out, my friend. You'll find your favourite JD over there."
He said.
I was unsure if it was appropriate to open JD right then. It was odd.
"What will you have Meera?" He turned to Meera.
"Nothing, thanks." She said.
"Oh come on, drop the formality, my dear."
He said and pulled her by her hand. He quickly had her in his embrace. She was as surprised as I was, but made no attempt to move away from him. I saw her breasts rubbing against his chest. I wanted to pull them apart. He looked into her eyes and locked them too.
"Before speaking of anything else, tell me what have you done with my gift?"
He was referring to the necklace.
"Oh, it's with me, Mr Das. I had forgotten to return it to her. And we couldn't really see each other..."
I interrupted quickly as if I didn't want Meera to take the blame. I pulled the small box from my pocket and gave it to him.
"That's really a great gesture of trust between you guys. You both have managed to outdo even my expectations, to be honest. Well, it's really good, Mr Menon. Here I can present the same thing to my lady once again. This time we can do it without hiding our excitement, can't we?."
He noted and tied it around her neck without any hurry. He had all the time in the world to tie his diamond necklace around my wife's neck right in my presence.
I felt a pang of jealousy watching him with that luxury. Her compliance with him only added fuel to the fire that had started in my mind. She was surely enjoying his company. My presence didn't bother her at all.
Maybe she was just pretending that way. I hoped.
"Wow. Gorgeous."
Das looked at her with his dilated eyes.

"You're beautiful than ever, believe me, honey."
She surely did, I saw. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. She just checked it with her hands and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Das."
"I should be thankful to have you with me, Meera."
He was showering her with compliments and she kept her gorgeous eyes and pleasant smile on him only. Her eyes were shining and she was clearly into him. Even I could see that, ten feet away from her. There was no chance Mr. Das could miss it.
Is she ready?
Mr Das moved forward and kissed her. A quick and short one, on her lips.
I felt sick to my stomach.
"Now we should have a drink, shouldn't we?"
He asked.
"Sure."
He turned to me.
"Mr Menon, will you please pour us some drinks? Something very light for her. for me, you know what I like, don't you?"
"Sure, I know."
I said immediately. I felt awkward for being directed by him to prepare drinks for them. Nevertheless I turned to the bar. I opened the cooler and saw some cordial. I didn't mind the flavor, I just poured it into a glass and added water. That was for Meera. For Das I took the same JD.
"Come on let's leave him here for now. I have a lot to listen to you."
Das' voice suddenly turned my attention back to them.
"You start the party, friend. We're just coming."
He said to me.
Meera looked at me at that moment, and I saw her eyes. She looked every bit of a woman who knew what she wanted. And now, in his arms, she had chosen him. I felt sick to my stomach. I watched as her eyes bid goodbye to me one last time and went back to him.
Mr. Das had his his arm around her. He was leading her to the bedroom. She walked with him showing no hesitation. My head was spinning. I stood there, unable to move, without knowing what to do or say.
The situation had left me completely off-guard.
Das had just walked my wife into a bedroom that was supposedly his. I had seen that room a few moments ago. It had a king-size bed in the middle of it. I thought of that bed, it's extra softness, and the picture dreaded me. My heartbeats shot up. My throat became dry. My eyes couldn't follow them past the door, for it was shut as soon as they walked in. The sound of that door closing made me hard to breathe. There was nothing to hear from that room since then.
Is it happening again?
Is the nightmare coming back to reality?

No, it isn't. Meera won't do anything silly like that. She's strong. I told myself.
Especially when I'm standing here. They must be having a chat. A private chat. They haven't bolted the door from inside. That means they know they're in check. I thought.
My thoughts were forcefully constructed by me. I had never been such an optimist, but suddenly I tried to become one. I expected them to be walking out soon, asking for their drinks.
I got back to work and prepared his drink. Then, like Mr. Das had asked, I grabbed my drink and finished it in one go. I had started the party for me. It went past my dry throat and I felt no relief. I poured another and came back to the living room.
As I sat on the couch, my eyes again fell on the bedroom door. It was now impossible to look away. I had become restless. My drink was finished in anxiety. I tried doing long, deep breaths but nothing helped.

This wasn't like anything I knew of me. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that my wife was there with another man, for whatever reason.

In the past I had seen giving in to another man; I had seen her letting a stranger have his way inside her on a park bench. I had seen her taking a old man's dick in her mouth, letting him fuck her after that; I had seen her riding him on our marital bed; I had seen it all. But still I couldn't live this moment. Behind that door, she was undeniably vulnerable; she could be taken to bed and...

This was different. Because she wasn't mine anymore. In the past, at the end of the day she would return to me. She used to come back to live my wife. Not now, for she wasn't mine. She wouldn't come back to me after this. I was losing her forever.
Forever. That word dreaded me.
Was that the moment she announced it loud and clear for me? Was that the way to end it?
Maybe it was. The man behind that door owned her. I was not her husband anymore. I cannot dream of her from now. To dream of her, to love her, would be so wrong.

Only thing I could do was to stare at the closed door.

I remembered all those moments in my life when I had been failed by closed doors. I had been made to stand still in front of doors my life had set up for me. There had been few.
First I was made to stand and watch in front of my own house when Mr Thomas tried to have a date with my wife after a party. I could do nothing to save my wife other than just pray, though she courageously had defended herself that night.

Then, when I had locked myself accidentally in my own kitchen, I was made to face those dreaded moments again. That day my wife was introduced to another man's lust, quicker than I could imagine. It had then changed our lives forever.

Then, in front of my own bedroom, I had made myself stand when Mr Shekhar had taken my wife to my bed. She was not only taken but conquered by him. At the other side of that door was a bed where my beautiful wife lay, being subjected to another man's thirst and hunger.

Mr Shekhar was no more. But it was happening again.
At the other side of that door was now my wife and her lover. She had acknowledged his love for her a few moments ago. From the beginning of their friendship I had been following them. I knew every twist and turn of their story. I had been a part of it.
And there I was. Staring at a closed door.

Do I really remain a part of their story?
I wondered as I looked at that door. I had heard a giggle from her. Only once. Nothing escaped that room since then. I waited silently, ready to catch any sound that might escape that room.
I heard many known as well as unknown, unidentifiable sounds from the outside world. I could hear my wristwatch ticking. I could hear the tiny sound from one of the decorative lights from the roof. I could hear my own heartbeats. Yet nothing from that room.
What could be them doing? I thought.

Are they sitting at the edge of the bed looking into each other's eyes?
"I want to keep looking into your beautiful eyes.." Mr Das had said.
Is she telling him stories?
"I want to keep listening to your voice.." he had told her.
Is he just holding her hand in his to make her feel comfortable?
"I want to hold your hand and make you feel safe.." he had told her.
Are they sharing a silent kiss? Like a newly married- a passionate, slow and delicate kiss?
"I wanted to kiss her whenever I saw her in my office.." He had told me.

There were many in his wish list.
"I would slurp her tight pussy like a dog!" He had told me. A few months ago.

I couldn't sit there idle sipping my glass anymore. My JD had turned sour.

The large clock on the wall was ticking past 2 O'clock. That meant more than half an hour since I had seen them walking into that room.
The large suite, with its air conditioning system and strong walls, doors and windows, made sure no sounds passed either in or out of it. I had finished my fourth round while surviving my nightmarish thoughts. Then, after filling up my fifth round of JD, I decided it's time I better gathered some courage and walked up to the door of that bedroom.

I rose to my feet and slowly walked toward it. Fear of making unwanted noise and ending up caught spying them helped me follow extreme care while approaching it.

I couldn't hear any noise from inside, until I put my ears really close to the door, almost touching it. Then I heard some sounds. They weren't the sounds of talking. Nevertheless, I could easily make out what was happening because it was what I was imagining unconsciously.

There was the whirring sound of the bed, shaking in some sort of rhythm, and slight moans of a woman. All the sounds were in sync, suggesting a perfect picture of the scene. He was fucking her.

My heart stopped as I stood thunderstruck. It wasn't because of the sounds I was hearing but because of the sense of loss which had completely gripped me.
I leaned my back on the wall beside the door to balance myself. I felt the sounds from the room were increasing. Either he was taking her to higher levels of love with his pace and vigour, or I was getting too much involved in their chaos.
Then I heard a cry that was perfectly audible outside.
"Aaahh!" a suppressed one, from Meera. I closed my eyes in disgust and next I heard a groan from Mr Das.
I couldn't stand there anymore.

That was the sound of Das ejaculating into the deepest part of my wife's body. From that groan, I could guess he had great fun cumming into her.
It's over Krish. Go back. Go back to your pathetic life. I heard myself telling me.
When I walked back, I felt like wobbling. I almost fell on the couch.
I shook my head in disgust and then grabbed my drink. I didn't dare to look at the door anymore. The sound of my wife accepting the seeds of her man simply drained all the colours of my life. She would never recognize me. My energy to stay awake and alive had vanished. I thought I would end my life after this day.

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Chapter 32

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By the time it was finally opened, I had moved on to my sixth round of JD. Mr Das walked out first and he sat opposite me. I saw the satisfying smile on his face that told me the whole story. It killed me. Yet I managed to speak.
"Where have you been Mr Das? You took so long?"
"Long? Hell no, man. And you have no idea where I have been!"
He said. He though looked less tired than I was, I noticed.
"It was worth waiting for a year, Krish. Your wife, oh thank you for making up that story, I mean my ladylove there was absolute fun. All because of you. Thanks, man!"
I managed to smile despite feeling sunken. Dead men do smile at times. Universal truth.
"Would you mind fetching me a glass of water? I feel tired!"
He asked in a tired voice. I got up and brought the water from the mini bar. He finished it before I could sit back.
"One more please!"
And he handed me the glass.
I repeated the act and he simply kept it on the centre table.
"Thanks. Now take your seat, Mr Menon."
He gestured toward my couch.

It took a couple of minutes for Meera to step out. She had tried her best to restore her looks but it wasn't helping much. She looked every inch a woman who just got fucked her brains out. Her lips had lost their sheen and charm, her hair was messy, her eyes tired and her gown was wrinkled. She was molten and stirred. She walked slowly to Mr Das and sat beside him. Very close. She was in thrall to this man. Her man. I was now an outsider.
She smiled at him once and then kept her head down, looking a the velvet floor. My eyes were following her every move and I caught her stealing a glance at me. She was made a woman. His woman. I saw.
My eyes fell on Mr Das and I found him studying me. I felt a sudden guilt as if I was staring his wife.
My life had turned upside down. There was no coming back. Yet I tried to smile at him.
"Look up honey. There's nothing to hide from him. He's our closest friend, we can trust him like our shadows."
He said, holding around her shoulder.
He was right. I had become a shadow. A shadow which can only follow.
Meera looked up and smiled shyly. She was still beautiful. Her smile melted me. I wished I could grab that face and kiss her. Just one kiss.
I used to own her. Long ago. I remembered. I heard someone crying inside of me.
Mr Das took the glass from the table and gave it to her.
She thanked him.
"Thank him. He had made it for you. He knew you'd be in need of this."

Now I was shy. I couldn't figure out why.

"So Mr Menon, from today, from now onward, I own this gorgeous woman. She's my private property, and I'm her proud owner now."
Meera bit her lips.
He leaned to her and kissed lightly on her cheek. I burned further.
"We were in a deep discussion on the coming monsoon, Mr Menon. I hope you haven't heard anything, have you?"
He asked me.
I shook my head.
I heard nothing. I hope they too haven't heard anything, from outside. A man died here. I thought.
Mr Das held her close and kissed her cheek again. She seemed to be enjoying it. She quickly finished her drink and excused herself to the washroom. As she was walking, I watched her back. She wasn't the one I saw in the morning.
"What have you done to her, Mr Das? She's shaken."
I complained once she was gone.
Das had a wry smile on his face.
"I did exactly what I had to do, buddy. I licked her like a mad dog. She touched heaven when I slurped her like that."
He kept grinning as he went on. I didn't know how to respond. I sat there with my mouth open, aghast at his face.
"Then I showed my little thing, you know, the 'little' thing to her. You can't believe how tight she was."
He lowered his voice this time.
"You know she was more like a virgin to me. She hadn't had a company for more than a year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me, oh man!"
He adjusted his groin with her left hand as he paused.
"She lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in. She was really hot buddy. She knows how to please a man. I haven't had such a great woman in years. It's worth waiting a lifetime. And you know what, we own each other now."
Lucky bastard. I said in my mind.
Meera returned soon.
"Honey, would you mind if I let Mr Menon drop you back home?"
He asked her. She looked up surprised. Even I was.
It was too early to wind up the day. But he had his share of reasons.

"If I keep looking at you, we'll end up in another round of discussion."
Meera was the first one to laugh. I forced myself to laugh at the lame joke.
"Okay let's leave then."
I rose to my feet. I was drunk but I didn't care. There are things more intoxicating than liquor. I had just learnt.

"Honey, please keep the necklace in there."
Mr Das said while leaving. Perhaps he wanted to make her keep thinking of her possessor. She agreed with a smile and kissed him bye.

Strangely, she sat in the backseat of the car this time. It was a gesture. Every gesture would make me realize she's not mine anymore.
I couldn't talk to her for half an hour. Then I gathered some courage.
"So."
I looked at her in the mirror.
"Have you discussed the future?"
I was unintentionally referring to their discussion on monsoon. I immediately regretted using that word.
"No."
She said.
"Then what else you guys were talking, actually?"
I deliberately avoided the word discussion.
In my dictionary, this word now had a different meaning. A brutal fucking episode.
"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
She asked quickly.
"I...I...I mean..."
I was at loss for words.
"And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
She paused. I looked into her eyes.
"Yeah. I heard that. But..."
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
She interrupted me.
"Oh..Kay. was it good?"
I couldn't believe I asked her that. Maybe it was alcohol.
"Yes, it was so good."
She replied, surprisingly.
"So he's worth loving and being with.."
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She interrupted me again. My heart started thumping harder. What should I say? Was she going to judge me? And what even if she did, she didn't belong to me anymore. I did a quick self-talk.
"Yes, I enjoyed. Very.."
I said sarcastically.
"Did you masturbate?"
"What? No!"
I replied even before I could process what she had asked. I couldn't believe she was asking me that. I felt disgusting. What the hell she was thinking of me? She's still seeing me as the same old one who wanked at the site of Mr Shekhar pounding her hard in our bed. It was very disappointing that she was unable to see the change in me.

We didn't talk further until we reached Lavanya Apartments. She got down and looked at me through the window.
"Tell me, Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
I looked at her stunned.
"No... Why do you..."
"I want you to do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
She said firmly and walked away.
My face had turned pale.
Unable to move or think, I sat there, struggling to breathe. I took myself a few seconds to allow what I'd just heard to sink in. What did she mean? Was she remorseful? Was she sorry for what she'd done? Was she feeling that I deserve better? Was she still nurturing feelings for me?
A hundred questions poked in my mind.
Strangely, I found myself aroused while I drove back home. I couldn't get rid of it even by the end of the eve. I was hard for no reason. Even my body wasn't under my control.
It was easy to learn who had it. Meera.

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Chapter 33

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The more I tried to ignore my hardness, the more it taunted me. I resumed my drinking when I reached home, through the evening to the night, until I dozed off.
I woke up thirsty in the earliest hours of Sunday. I finished a litre of cold water, yet I found no solace. I hadn't had dinner and I was hungry as hell. I went to kitchen and cooked some eggs and ate it. When I was walking around the kitchen, in all that loneliness, deep inside my mind I had a feeling. A feeling that I was deliberately procrastinating something that was long due. I didn't have the clarity in my mind to think about it, or sort it out. I just knew something was there. Then, when I finished my snacks bite, I coggled to my room, only to stop in front of my bed.
My bed sheets were rumpled. And it reminded me another bed sheet that I had seen exactly opposite. The bed sheet in the Sunshine Gardens' suite, I still remembered its shiny, smooth surface. A surface that helped my wife bed her new lover.
I sat on the edge of my bed and lay across its centre. My dick twitched once and caught my attention. I rubbed it slowly and casually.

Why did she say so? I sighed.

"Tell me Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
"I want you do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
I remembered those words. Words by words.

"Did you masturbate?"
That was her final question.
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She had asked me before that. She expected me to have enjoyed.
"Yes it was so good."
She had confessed, clearly; and she wanted me to believe it. She was not merely giving me clues to help me understand, but making me understand through her words.
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
He simply led her to his bed. Simply, she let him lead her. Because she was ready for it. She wanted it.

And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
Perhaps she was screaming to make sure I heard her. Why would she wanted to make sure that?

"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
You know, she had said.
She expected that I knew it. She wanted that I knew it.
The doubts that I had conceived when I saw Meera rejecting Vivek were being cleared in my mind. She walked in to that room with Mr.Das only because I was there. If I wasn't there, she wouldn't have.
She wouldn't have allowed Das to take her to his bed.
She wouldn't have let him eat her. She wouldn't have taken him in her mouth. She wouldn't have let him push his dick into her. She wouldn't have let him cum inside her.
My arguments were pointing its fingers at me.
I was the reason. Yes.
Me.
I made her do it.
God.
I sighed remorsefully.

I looked down at my dick. Still hard like a stone. A strange stone. I couldn't understand it. Perhaps Meera could interpret its language better than me; I felt. She had proven that in the past as well.

I looked up at the ceiling. It reminded me the suite of Sunshine Gardens. Beneath that ceiling was that bed. In that Meera was laid.
Like I lay in my bed, she would have lain in that bed. Facing the ceiling. And then, her legs would be spread out. I pretended to be in her position and parted my legs open. She would have let him see her hole. Her wet, welcoming canal. And then he would have shown his dick to her. She must have stared at it, and anticipated it being pushed inside her. Then he would shove his dick into her, making Meera gasp, moan, or even cry.

"...she was like a virgin... She hadn't had a company for more than an year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me... she lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in..."
Das had told me.
Lucky bastard. I said and touched my dick. I was jealous. He had his dick inside my wife. She would have then watched it going in and out of her. He would push hard and she would moan. Her moans would only encourage him.
For a moment, I visualised Meera in my place and Das on top of her. He would push hard into her and his face would be just inches above hers. He would breathe into her face. Perhaps he would have come down to kiss her. Her lips would be sucked into his mouth. He would have pushed his tongue into her mouth, forcing her taste his saliva. As she struggle to evade his wet kisses, he would drill his thing deep into her hole. Ohhhh.
How long?
How long would he have fucked my wife?
Long enough to make her cum. I was sure. It would be hard and hot. A year long wait would justify it.
My hand was caressing my dick. I was too scared to shake it, but I was too horny to leave it alone. It was hard and pointed to the ceiling. I tried to grip around it and the temptation grew unbearable as I imagined Meera being pounded hard in her bed by Das. I heard her moan.
"Ohh Das!"
I tried moaning like her and started jerking slowly.
Then I tried panting like her, and cried like her.
"Aaah...aaah... Das!"
It then took me a moment to lose myself. I forgot who I was. Meera's face asking me to masturbate flashed in my mind momentarily and I quickly found my hand moving up and down on my dick in full length, albeit slowly. I panted more, imagining my wife and her old man lover making mad love, until my dick vomited whatever it was holding in it. I let out a fake groan as I came hard in real.
My hand was dirty and I was sorry immediately.
No. I shouldn't have done it. I thought.
This was the first and last. I wouldn't do it again. I closed my eyes and pledged.

[sarit11]

Chapter 34

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I had pledged not to masturbate again.
My dick was limp when I took that bloody pledge. By noon, I again visualised Meera living the pleasure of another man's dick, and I found my dick hard enough to break my stupid pledge. I pulled it out and jerked it into madness.
"Ohhhh! Meera... My baby...!"
I grunted.
And I wanked again at night. In the morning too. It was becoming a habit.

A pledge built upon a limp dick could be broken easily by a hard one. I learnt.

Meera wanted me to masturbate. Perhaps she wanted me to get over the pain of losing her to someone else. Perhaps she was excited for making me watch them. The first one seemed reasonable and less intimidating to me, though I preferred believing the latter.

Monday I was surprisingly able to wake up and go to work in time. That day at work, I saw a new woman in my section. She was beautiful and her charming face often caught my attention. Eventually she noticed me and she smiled at me. I quickly walked upto her.
"Hello!"
I said.
"Finally you noticed me, huh?"
She closed her diary and turned to face me.
"What?"
"I've been here for three months. Do you know my name?"
I kept staring at her. I was seeing her for the first time in my life.
Where have I been? I wondered.
"Your name...huh... well, hi! I'm Krish."
I extended my hand. I had to force myself to keep my eyes glued to her face. Still I was aware of the fulness of her breasts. I wished if she looked away so that I can steal a glance at her cleavage, in vain. Her eyes remained at my face a shook my hand.
"Hello Krish, I'm Sija. Nice to finally meet you!"

We extended our chat to lunch break and then to tea break.
Mrs. Sija Jayaram was in her thirties. Her husband Mr. Jayaram worked in a bank. They had two children. And they all lived a happy, picture perfect life.

Picture perfect life.
Really? Does such a thing exist? I wondered later.

Wednesday I got a phone call from Mr. Das.
"I was thinking of a drink tonight. How about you?"
He asked. I was ready. But later he called me and cancelled the plan.
"We'll give it another day buddy."
He said.
That another day happened to be Sunday. He rang me up at 6 pm.
"Hey man. How about sitting over a Johnny Walker right now?"
He sounded ecstatic. I was interested immediately.
He arrived at my place at 7 pm.

"This is for what you did for me, man."
He said as he filled our glasses. We quickly moved to our second and third round, then he threw in the subject.
"You know what's new?"
"What's new?"
"Yesterday. In my office."
"What?"
I was stunned.
"You won't believe it. I know. I'll call her."
He took his phone and called Meera. He put it on the speaker mode and placed it on the table.
"Hi."
I heard a familiar voice. Meera.
"All well honey?"
"Mmm well. What's up?"
"Are you okay?"
"What's okay? It's still aching, I guess."
Suddenly she sounded cautious.
"That's the fun honey! You enjoyed, didn't you?"
"Mmm...I did."
"That's what I wanted. You having fun with me."
"Where are you?"
"I'm having a drink with our friend. Mr. Menon."
"Is he listening you talking?"
"You're on speaker.."
"Oh shit!"
She cut the call. Das laughed and looked at me.
"You embarrassed her." I complained in my weak voice.
"She likes it, man. You don't know her like I do."
He said.
That was true.

Who is Meera?
I asked myself.
I don't know.
I answered myself.

You know nothing about her.
Das finished his drink and poured another.
"Tell me about yesterday."
I said.
I was curious to know.
"Yesterday. Yesterday I bent her over my office table and showed my dick into her. That's it."

I took a deep breath.
Breathe, Krish, breathe!

"That's too dangerous."
I managed to say.

If I hit this liquor bottle in his head and break it, will he die?
I thought for a moment.

"That's the fun in that, buddy! That's the fun in having such an option in your office."
I hated him further for terming her just an option. I forced myself to ignore it.
"But you could get caught."
I tried to reason, like a stupid.
"It was Saturday, man. Nobody was there. I had called a few of the staff in the morning and relieved them all by noon, except for Meera."
"That's the power of being a boss."
"A true boss. I then called her to come to my office. And I asked her, 'are you aware that we're the only people left in this whole building, honey?', and she was already smiling. She knew what I was. Then I gave her a glorious kiss. You know how sweet she was..."
Das touched his own lips, reliving those moments.
"A couple of kisses here and there, and she was ready. I straightway bent her down on to my desk. She initially didn't like the idea, it was too rough for her, but when she saw I was serious, she just let me. I pulled her skirt up and..."
He took a sip from his glass.
"..and her panty, I pulled it down to her knees. Her bum looked so round and plumb, you know I didn't have a condom else I would have stuffed her ass with my dick. I will do that another day, I know."

The man was mad. He was making me sick. I was getting horny as he kept talking how he screwed my wife.

"So this time I chose to go after her pussy. Oh man she was very tight and she cried when I pushed it in. She was really tight. Before me, there was a one year gap for her. She had told me. And she cried really hard. I had to press her mouth to keep her silent, I mean less noise. It was really good, man. Really good."
"Sounds painful from her side."
I commented. I was jealous.
"Nothing like that. That pain is fun, actually. Once I kept going, and I started reaching really inside her, she was moaning like 'oh my baby...oh my Das..', she was enjoying it and I made sure I gave her a wonderful orgasm. It's the golden rule of fucking. Always make sure she cums. The louder she screams, the more you own her."
It sounded a valuable lesson to me. Had I ever made her cum?
"And then I fired my gun. And I'm damn sure I've filled her pussy like she have only dreamt of. That's the way we finish it. If she wasn't on pills, she'd give birth to my child soon. I'm sure."
A lightening passed through my head. And I prayed she was.
"So you enjoyed a lot, didn't you?"
I said later.
"What about you man. You should also get some girls."
He advised.
"I've had my share of women, Mr. Das. Don't worry about me."
I wasn't thinking of Ananya or Sheelu.i was just lying. I was alone.

That night I tried to imagine Das fucking Meera from behind in his office, with her skirt up, his pants down. I slept late like every night. I was used to it by then.

[sarit11]

Chapter 35

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There was something about Das and his relation with Meera. Unlike Mr. Shekhar, he seemed to be in a hurry. He always sought sex. For Mr. Shekhar it was about time. He wanted to spend time with her. Talk to her, have coffee with her, watch a cricket match with her. But for Das, he always told me, how he wanted to have her. He wanted to 'do this' and 'do that' to her. He wanted to make love to her at every chance he saw. All of those dreams of merely looking into her eyes and cute smiles were ceased as soon as he had the ultimate fun with her. His interest with her was quite sexual.

For three days, I couldn't hear anything from both Das and Meera. I even expected me to be forgotten. The office incident had suggested me that. More stories would follow, and I might only listen them from Das.
But I was wrong. Mr. Das called me Thursday afternoon.
"I need your favour dear. Can I come over your place this evening?"
"What's the formality, come over man."
I said.
"I'm bringing Meera too."
I felt a momentary happiness because of the possibility of seeing her again.
"Oh I see."

Thinking of her still made me feel warm. Strange, isn't it?

"You know, we need a place. We need a place to discuss something very important and intimate."
He said.
My happiness blurred in an instant. I remembered the meaning of their discussion.
"Did she agree?"
I didn’t really believe him.
"She will come anywhere I ask, dear. Believe me Mr. Menon; we’ll be there at five."

Only I know how I spent the rest of that day. I rushed home quickly finishing my work. I cleaned the house without wasting a moment and kept everything arranged and tidy. My wife was coming home after such a long gap. It made no sense actually but I was happy for it. All I wanted then was to see her, no matter what happens after that.
When I arranged my bedroom I noticed the bed sheet. My heartbeats shot up as I looked into it.
Das. Didn’t he say he’s coming for a discussion? The meaning of that discussion according to my dictionary was…

I didn’t think twice before replacing all the bed sheets with the fresh ones. I didn’t realize at the beginning but my dick was hard and stayed so all the time. I was aroused; and at the same time I was ashamed of my arousal. I even felt I would cum any moment if I keep looking at the bed sheets. They were waiting for someone.

Mr. Das drove in exactly at 5 pm. I opened the door and welcomed my wife and her lover into my home with a pleasant smile.
"How are you Meera?"
I asked like a real friend, just a real friend.
"I am good. How are you?"
She smiled at me. I caught her eyes shining. It melt me. I was still the pathetic loser.

They were coming from work. She was wearing a kurti and jeans. She looked simply gorgeous and my eyes struggled to leave her.
They both sat in the same couch. I served them the juices I had prepared beforehand. Then I sat opposite to them.
"It looks like Mr. Menon has worked hard for us Meera. This house is nothing like I saw last time." Mr. Das commented.
I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. Meera looked at me and smiled.
"That’s really great, Mr. Menon. By the way, you have a wonderful house."
There was a strange undertone to her voice. Was she teasing me?

No one said anything after that. I felt some sort of awkwardness as all of us three deliberately turned our attention to the juice glasses in silence. That excuse was over once we finished the drinks.
I cleared my throat.
"Anyone would like to have more of the juice?"
"No thanks." Meera said.
"Mr. Das told me you guys have something to discuss with each other."
I said and quickly regretted using that word again.
"Discussion, yes." Das looked at Meera.
"What?"
She looked surprised.
She knew what’s coming.
"Let’s discuss in private, honey."
He held his arm around her and stood up.
"No."
She shook her head, but she stood up at the same time.
"Mr. Menon, show us our room please. She will need some privacy."
He demanded.
I wondered how one can behave so bold. Well he was.
"Oh what? No!"
Meera still protested. But it wasn't enough.

I was the most stupid husband ever lived on the face of this earth at that moment. I showed him my bedroom and watched him walk my wife into that room, against her formal wish. She too, didn't oppose him like she really meant it and the door was closed soon. I wiped my face with my palms and let out a sigh.
I was alone again. My excitement was actually frustrating me.

"What are you doing, are you mad, Das?"
I heard Meera questioning him. My bedroom door wasn’t as strong as that of Sunshine Gardens. I could hear every bits of sounds from my bedroom.
"Yes I’m mad. Crazy for you, my lady. Just come here…"
I heard Das’ soft voice.
"Your friend is just standing there... How..."
There was sounds of some frantic movements that interrupted her talking and any form of objections if there were any.

Then I heard the sound of him dumping her onto my bed, the sound of an unceremonious fall, that of my wife into his bed. She'd surrender now. I knew.
I heard sounds of his whisper. Probably complimenting her.
There wasn’t anything dramatic or unexpected after that. No sounds were audible and I wondered what happened.
I waited for some time and walked to the door. I had a doubt whether they'd open the door to my face and catch me there. But it wasn't strong enough to scare me away. I stood very close to the door and tried to listen.
The first thing I heard was a gasp. Then I heard his sound.
"Oh yes, yes...mmm.."
Then I heard more sounds. Sounds that gave me the clear picture of my wife sucking her lovers dick. He was enjoying it like anything.
"Yes...mmm.... Yes... Keep sucking... Suck it full..."
He kept encouraging her. And the wet sounds that she created forced me visualise her doing it with all her heart. So passionate. I once heard her moan.

There had never been any form of objection. She was just horny from the moment go.
Why was she behaving like that? How could she submit herself to him like this? Was she just waiting for this man? I thought.

In my mind she was still my wife. But at that moment I felt like she would never remember me as her actual husband.

The man she had slept with before Das wasn't me. It was Mr. Shekhar and it was almost an year ago. How could she remember me? She would have forgotten me. I reasoned.
And I felt like I had failed miserably understanding my once wife. She never sucked me like that. I had always thought she needed to be forced to do that, and I never could force her for anything.
Now, there she was, at the other side of that door, she was putting a picture of herself I never knew.
Perhaps she was waiting for a perfect match. A perfect man.
She had been all alone for an year before Das. Day and night. The whole of a winter and a summer have passed since then. There were plenty of reasons for her to be wanting.
So there she was. Worshipping a man's penis with her lips, tongue and throat, altogether.

In that room, in that bed, in the hands of her new lover, she was finally quenching her thirst. The agonising wait for a man's comfort was over.
The more I listened, the more I lost myself to them. I was becoming involved. I was being consumed. There was no escape. I felt I would stay there stuck forever and they'd catch me. Then I sensed the movement within me. It was twitching. It was hard line a stone, struggling in my pants. I felt like I was never hard like this in my life. It was aching. I wanted to ease it out of my pants. But I wasn't that daring. In the deep of my mind, I knew it was wrong to pleasure yourself to the sounds of your wife pleasuring someone else. I had lived those moments earlier but it had never been devastating like this.
Your wife. Is she still your wife, Krish? I asked myself sarcastically.
The answer was no.
She wasn't my wife anymore. She wasn't mine. She belonged to another man whom she had already submitted her heart and body. A man who was truly capable to fulfill her wants. With his heart and body.

Sometimes you take the most important of your life's decisions in an instant. Your life, your very existence, your death may depend on it. Later you might call it fate.

That very moment, while standing there like a statue whose only active part of body was his dick, I took a decision.
The decision to give up.
I can claim that I was forced to give up on her but it doesn't matter anymore.
I gave up on the woman I loved the most in my life, and let my hand crawl inside my pants. I touched my dick with a great sense of ecstasy. I held it and tried to adjust it in its own confinements. It gave me no relief. Eventually I managed to bend it downward and push it between my thighs. It was now eased. So was I. The words of encouragement from Mr. Das asking Meera to keep pleasuring him were echoing in my ears. It tempted me to pleasure myself more and I started pressing my dick downwards, repeatedly, making it slid between my thighs. It was indeed one of the most pleasing secret moments in my life, making me feel everything else trivial. And within no time I shot a huge load in my underwear. I closed my eyes as I welcomed the ground shattering orgasm. I gasped for breath like I was injecting my life into Meera's smooth tight pussy or even beyond that, and struggled to keep me quiet, as I came with jerks.
When I came back to the reality, I couldn't hear any noise from the other side of the door. I feared I might have got carried away. Perhaps they're finished. I quickly and quietly withdrew myself to the couch.
I felt the wetness in my underwear as I walked. I slowly allowed myself to fall on the couch and took a long breath. My heart was still pounding hard and the thought of Mr Das cumming in her mouth dreaded me. He would have flooded her mouth. She would have swallowed it. Would she have enjoyed it? I wasn't sure. But I tried to imagine her enjoying it for a moment. With her eyes adoring him for letting her swallow his juices.
God. No. I sighed.
My eyes remained on the door for long, expecting it to be opened any moment. But it didn't.
Perhaps they'd be getting dressed. I thought.
I grabbed my mobile and prepared myself to behave normally. I pretended reading something. Time passed more than enough, still the door remained closed.
I wondered if they had started it again. Maybe they're talking, I thought again. It took me a couple of minutes more to gather some courage to walk upto the door, again.
As I put my ear close to the door, I heard them. I heard the bed shaking sounds. Now he was fucking her, again. This time I heard her clearly. I could make out how hard he was pounding her and how deep he was going into her. Each pull, each push, made her moan.
"Huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..."
It went on. No other words ever escaped her throat. Just moans, moans of pleasure.

My hearbeats shot up in a second and I forget myself again. It wasn't because of any form of sense of loss but in fact because of the astonishing sound of their lovemaking. It was brutal yet rhythmatic. I could tell that he was literally fucking her brains out. The tempo of him thrusting himself into her was interesting, reverberating through my consciousness. He was faster enough to make the mattress creak, and harder enough to make Meera gasp for breath. I heard her cry at once and other sounds paused. It was a long cry that ended abruptly as the bed squeaking resume again. He was strong enough to make me envy and stand like a dead duck. My dick was up and alive again, and in no time I found my right hand inside my pants, pressing my dick into the slit I made up between my thighs. It slid through my earlier load of ejaculation as I heard Meera cry out his name.
"Dass.. Das..Dasss....!"
I hoped I would last long enough to enjoy her cry till it ends, only in vain.
In less than two minutes, I guess I shot my gun again. I suppressed my heavy breathing while Mr.das was taking my wife to new heights where nothing could be stopped or suppressed. I couldn't submit myself to my orgasm this time, as my mind was diverted toward the scream I heard of Meera as she got hers. I heard Mr. Das grunting and the bed shakes suddenly came to a halt.
I knew it. He was injecting his love seeds into my wife's tight pussy or even beyond that. Into the deepest part of her body.
"Oh my God."
I heard Meera cry.
It was followed by some noisy kisses.
"I love you baby."
I heard Das.
"Love you too. This is so good Das."
Her voice was trembling.
It wasn't a voice I had ever heard from her after lovemaking. It was indeed the sound of a woman who were devoured by her man. She was won by him.

When I walked back to my couch this time, I felt happy that I witnessed it. I actually felt comfortable with it. I felt comfortable with my soaked underwear. I felt comfortable with the change in myself.
I wasn't a cuckold who let his wife have sex with someone else; but a voyeur who spied on two lovers making love.
I felt comfortable with the fact that I was no one.

[sarit11]

Chapter 36

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I went back to my couch and thought what's next. There was nothing for me. I was exhausted. I suddenly found myself capable to pay attention to the outer world. The world outside that room. Everything was still there and I breathed normal. I grabbed a glass of water and soothed my throat.
I was then able to switch on the TV and watch it.
When Das walked out, he looked tired.
"Feeling good now, boss?"
I asked casually.
He took time to turn his attention to me.
"Feeling great. You bored?"
"What boring, man. You guys were so loud."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry, couldn't help."
"It's okay. I could bear it."
"Bear it, huh? Bear it, huh?"
He laughed. I didn't really find anything funny though I put up a half-smile.
"I know it man. When I was younger, like twenty-five years ago, I had to help this friend to elope with his beloved. We were batchmates and very close. We stayed in the same hotel room with very basic amenities for three days and three nights, as we had to wait for arrangements for our movement as well as accomodation. And the nights were really fun. They slept on the bed and I on the floor. You know, the young age, I expected the fire between them. None of us slept through the first night. To be honest, I was awake due to my arousal. They were awake because of my presence and of course, their own arousal. But the poor couple didn't dare to even touch each other. Eventually next day by noon, he made special request. He wanted me to stay inside the bathroom until he, you know..! So I spent that noon in the bathroom while my friend took his girl's virginity. Only I know how I stayed in that stupid bathroom, but it was fun indeed."
He had a point. I could relate myself with that. But I wasn't bold enough to confess.
"Come on Das... I'm not a virgin. I can handle it."
I defended. He completely ignored me.
"In the night, well, he got courageous. In the darkness, I heard sounds of him fucking her. They were doing it like some discrete thing but there was no chance I could miss that!"
I tried to smile.
"Next morning, I told them that I knew what they were doing. The girl was bold, she said she knew I'd be listening. I said, if you knew it and still wanted to do it, that means you wanted to show off. She said she would do even that. I dared her to do it and next thing I saw was her on top of him. She initially meant only to sit on his lap and kiss his lips; but my friend didn't get it. He nicely pulled up her skirt and guided his thing inside her. To make things worse for her, he mentioned how better wet and smooth she had become than the previous day..."
He paused. I thought I found a hint.
"She was excited because you were watching?"
He nodded with his eyes as if to appreciate me for getting it correctly.
"Not only she... My friend was excited. I was excited... And now Meera is equally excited..."
"Is she? Really?"
I was stunned.
Before he could speak more, the door was opened and Meera walked out. She looked like she had taken a quick shower.
"You took a shower?"
I asked, and immediately regretted it.
"Ask your friend!"
She said roughly without looking straight at me. She sat next to Das and smiled at him endearingly. I melt watching that lovely smile. I wanted to pull her to me and kiss her lips. Her fresh scent after bath suddenly filled the air and I got my share of it. I never thought my soap was so aromatic. It was her.
And the next moment I saw Mr. Das catching me ogling at her. I was embarrassed.
I was ogling at his woman.
I looked away to save my dignity. I could still see him smiling, through the corner of my eyes.

They left soon. Das shook my hand before leaving and I thought he pressed my palm a bit harder. I knew why. I was the friend who had helped him fuck his woman by hiding in the bathroom. By hiding in the living room.

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As soon as they left, I walked to the bedroom and saw the wrinkled bedsheets. I sat at the edge of it and ran my fingers over it. I felt it still had a certain warmness on it. Their warmness. Perhaps her warmness. I thought.
I was again getting aroused.
"My Meera was lying here..."
I whispered and slowly bought my face down to the bed and inhaled. I thought I got some smell.
"... And she was being fucked in this bed..."
I whispered again and rubbed my face on the mattress.
In this bed, she was lying on her back while he pounded her hard, hard like she always wanted.
"Aaahhh... aaahhh... Ahhhh..."
I moaned, pretending to be Meera. In my mind, Meera lay in there with her both legs up in the air, spread apart, while Das pumped his dick deep inside her hole.
"Ohhhh... Dass... aaahhh.. aaah...!"
I had pulled my pants and Jockey down in a hurry, freeing my stick again. It was dirty itself but ready for the third round of action. I wrapped my fingers around it and shook it.
I moaned further like Meera would have done to him, and kept moving my fist up and down, until I suddenly became Das.
"Ohhhh my Meera... Here is my juices for you... Ahhhh... Take it...mmm..."
I was at the peak, and welcomed yet another orgasm, and closed my eyes to live the pleasure of filing my wife's pussy with my cum. I was in heaven for a few seconds, I guess. My moans quickly became panting, and I was brought down to reality, down to be me. When I looked at my dick, I saw drops of white cum at the tip of it. I could make out why it was minimal.
I was exhausted completely. But I was very well aware that the day wasn't finished.
The night would come.
Like every night.

[sarit11]

Chapter 37

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A week later, Das hosted a house party. Neerja was adamant to invite me and Meera for the party. Das thought it would be a tough job for me because I needed to act as her husband in front of a small crowd but he promised there wouldn't be many who’d recognize both me and Meera.

I was really happy inside. I said "I’ve done everything, so why not this?"
"Thanks a lot, buddy. A friend like you is a real fortune."

Oh really? Then what about my wife? Is she a treasure?
I didn’t ask.

"You tell me the time and get Meera agree with this. We'll arrive at the party scene as a couple. But you promise me you won’t attempt any type of discussion with her."
He laughed as I said.

He later confirmed Meera’s consent.

It was Saturday night. I drove in to Lavanya apartments and rang up Meera. She walked out in a flawless frock. I began to open the front door but she opened the rear door quickly.
"Come to the front seat, madam. I am your husband again, for tonight."
I said sarcastically. She realized her mistake and sat in the front seat.
"Sorry I didn’t think much about it, she said."
I smiled.
"You look gorgeous, by the way."
I said.
She stared at me for a few seconds and then smiled. I felt a familiar feeling toward her surging inside me. Fondness.
"Do you still remember me, at lease when you’re alone, Meera."
I asked.
"How can I forget you . You are always around." She replied.
I didn’t really get if she meant it in good or bad sense.
"I am around you, because my life isn’t letting myself move on."
"You know what; you should also see someone else…"
"Someone else?"
"I mean a woman."
"Are you serious? I don’t…"
"Can I suggest you one?"
"What?"
"Can I suggest a woman for you?"
"You can suggest. But I don’t think…"
"Her name is Meghna. She works with me. She’s beautiful and… and I like her. I think she'll like you."
"But I’m not ready for any Meghna.."
"Come on you should get over me."
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure whether I should say I can’t or I need more time. I was indecisive as usual.
"I think you too will like her."
"Why?"
"I just know. Trust me."

That was true; she knew my likes more than I do.

At the party Das and Neerja gave us warm welcome. There was none whom I could recognize other than the hosts, so I secretly assured Mr. Das that our secret game is working.
"You should make sure she reach home safely, buddy."
Das said. I felt good that he cared for her.

An hour or something later, Meera walked up to me.
"I want you meet someone, Krish."
"Who?"
"Meghna.."
"She’s here?"
"She knows who you are. We are divorced couple. So don’t fuck it up."
I couldn’t really understand why she was so pressing for a new relationship. Does she want to see me hitched, so that she can move closer to Das?

How closer can she get? He is already married. I didn’t know if they had any future. He would fuck her for a few months, or a year or two, and then they’ll move on. Maybe that could be what she wanted. I kept thinking all this nonsense, until I heard a soft voice.
"Hi Krish.."
I turned slowly, and I saw a young woman. A beautiful woman.
"Meghna?"
"Yes."
She nodded with a smile. She looked beautiful in her floral top and jeans though I wouldn’t dare to compare her to Meera. I never could. Meghna was slim and had a simple look with basic make up. Her smile revealed her perfect white teeth which was, I thought, her best assets. I liked her instantly, though it didn’t make me attracted to her like Meera might have expected.

I immediately shook hands with Meghna. "How are you?"
I asked and gave Meera a suspicious look. "What are you guys planning to do with me?"
Meghna’s eyes dilated in surprise.
"I thought you’ll like me."
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind. You know, she said you’re single again, like me, so I thought...I mean you know she always speak so good of you, I wanted to meet you for long."
"That’s great. Here we meet now. But…"
Meera interrupted me at this point.
"Ok guys, you guys should move to some corner there. You can share anything about me, I’ll be around, see you."
She soon vanished into the crowd.

Meghna and I walked to a corner of the garden. She smiled at someone while walking.

"I guess Meera have told you a lot about me."
I said.
"Tell me about you."

I grabbed a couple of drinks on the way to the farthest table we were heading to. We sat facing each other and I placed the glasses carefully between us.

"Is it our first date?"
She asked.

Is it a test by Meera?
I wondered.
Meghna was unbelievably a cute date.

I smiled staring into her eyes.
"You look really beautiful. Meera never told me she had such a cute friend."
"Meera never told me you're so flattering."
"I am not. I am just being honest."

She bit her lips and raised her glass. We touched it slowly each other and then took a sip before keeping it bank on the table.

"Tell me more about you."
I said.

She was just like me. She was a divorcee. Well, she was officially divorced in a court. She had a love marriage that was far short of what she had expected. Whatever she had thought of her lover had turned false when he became her husband.

"I still wonder how people can hide so much from your partner when you’re in a romantic relationship. Everything seems so perfect. And wonderful. And after marriage, everything changes. Everything starts anew. You realize you never knew this person in reality."

Meghna had married Rajesh against the advices of her parents and friends. Now she realize how important is to listen to the people who love you, who have already proven their love for you for so long.

"I felt like I will never fall in love again. I cannot make wise decisions on a man."
She said.
"Is that why you are going to let Meera decide?"
"She’s a good friend. She helps me always, though I am just a newcomer in her office."
"What did she tell you about our marriage?"
"She said it was the most wonderful thing happened to her."

It pleased me, but I said nothing. I was expecting more from her. She waited for me to say anything, then resumed..

"And she said she had nightstand with a man and that lead to your separation.."
Her voice was lower.

"And didn’t she tell you I too had a nightstand with that man’s wife?"
I found myself talking with an undertone of disgust. She noticed it.
"But that man’s dead and that woman’s gone forever. You can put it to the rest."
"If we could do that, we could get back right?"
"But she’s… she’s in a relationship with…"

She paused and looked around as if anyone’s listening.

We were going deeper.
I wasn’t sure it was a date.

"Krish, Meera thinks we are both sides of a same coin. Struggling with our past from which we must move on; for our own betterment. We just need to spend time with each other so we can see we are not alone. This isn’t a date."
"Yeah I knew."
I said harshly.

She finished her glass and glanced at a waiter; the man walked in with a tray and replaced her glass. She immediately took a sip.

"Don’t worry I am alcoholic only in parties."
She said.
She was very simple. I felt.

"Why should I worry about that? I am just like you."
"Meera told me you respect her a lot. Something that Rajesh fared far behind."
"You seem to have a long list of my qualities."
"Of course, that’s why I am sitting here. I actually underestimated you; I didn’t expect you speak on my face about the issue with that woman. I thought you would try to hide it conveniently."
"I couldn’t hide anything from you, I guess. You have already earned that."
Her eyes shined.
"So we’ll be seeing more of each other."
"That I’m not sure."
"I don’t know, I feel a lot better now, I finally found someone I can relate myself."
"There could be more possible candidates, I guess, I don’t think men can resist your charm."
"None of them were good; every single one wanted to a have a fling. Most of them wanted it behind the back of their wives, lovers and all."
"Like Meera is in right now?"
"Exactly. That’s the only thing I’m not in good terms with her. She should dump that guy. But this is life. We can’t expect that much fair."

The woman was a revelation. Meera had found a perfect suit for me. The more I talked to her, the more I found things I could relate myself. We had a walk around the garden then.

I spotted Meera in a close conversation with a man. From that distance he looked more like Mr. Shekhar. Same age, same shape, except that this man was bald. He was telling her something and she was listening with smile. Meghna held my hand and turned men to her.
"Leave her."
"I am sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you."
I apologized.
"Hey, I didn’t mean that. You can look at her, I'm a nobody for now. Also she told me you guys are more like friends right now."

Friends? When did we become friends? I wondered.

Meghna pulled me further from there.
"Let’s move away from this crowd."

I wanted to look at Meera once again, but I followed Meghna and we had drinks again. We were now past our past. We shared jokes and had fun, laughing around.

"So when are you asking me out for a coffee or something?"
She asked later.
"It's really embarrassing that I couldn't save you asking that..."
I made a face at her.

"I was expecting something would fall from you, but you are not even coming close…"
"Am I that bad?"
"You're still not asking."
She said and we both stared into each other’s eyes before sharing a good laugh.

"How about seeing tomorrow, let’s start with a coffee.."
I suggested.
She agreed.

We exchanged numbers and took selfies with each other. She had her hand around me and rubbed her cheeks with mine when she clicked hers. Right after that she looked right into my eyes.

"Now this looks more like a date."

I felt her breath on my face. Her lips were open, inches away from mine. In a moment, I forgot where we were and kissed her. It was warm and sweet. It lasted a second only and I came back to reality. We let go off each other completely.

"Oh I am sorry.."
I said.
"I am sorry too,"
She panted and looked around. Luckily nobody was watching.
"Please don’t tell Meera. It’s our first date only."
She said
"Mmm... I'll think about it."
I said roughly.
"Haahaa..I know what you'll think about it..."
She pinched my hand.
I laughed.

She left soon. I and Meera said goodnight to Mr. Das and family right after that.

[sarit11]

Chapter 38

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After the party I drove Meera home. She looked tired and lay silently in the seat. We didn’t talk much. I expected she would talk about Meghna at least, but she didn’t. Perhaps she would get to know everything from Meghna later.
That thought strengthened my doubt that the whole thing was a test by her.
I was still carrying Meghna’s taste in my lips. It suddenly felt sour.

On arrival at Lavanya Apartments, Meera realized she had misplaced her purse. She covered her face with her palm and sat thoughtfully.

She looked very tired. She didn’t have her house key. I still had one with me in my purse, but I hid it from her.

"Let’s go home Meera. Tomorrow we will get back the keys."
I suggested.
She agreed instantly. She had no choice.

We arrived at my home at one o’clock. I opened the door and welcomed my wife inside. I was feeling something very special about this. Meera was there with me in my home. Alone.

Does she realize it? I wondered.

"I want to have a shower Krish. I am very tired."
She said in a fatigued voice.
"Are you drunk, baby?"
I asked. She looked as if I said something wrong.
"Baby? You should call Meghna that."
She said, trying to smile.
"No way."
I said.
"Why?"
"You still remain my baby."
"You stupid, my Krish. Why can’t you please move on?"
She begged.

She shook her head in disappointment and headed for the attached bathroom. I stood there, listening to the sound of shower.

I was feeling really uncomfortable. I was actually aroused. I imagined her standing completely nude in the shower. Her round boobs in perfect shape, her beautiful navel, her milky thighs. My thoughts were soon out of my control, and my dick stood up like a stone made.

"Krish…"
I heard Meera.
"I want something to wear. You still have my old clothes?"
"Yes, I do. Wait."

I had everything intact, not only her clothes but also the memories of her, love for her and the space in my heart.

I brought a tank top and skirt from the shelf. She opened the door halfway and showed her head out. She extended her hand to me, hiding her body behind the door. I could make out she was completely nude behind it. My heartbeats rose higher.

When she came out later, I could see that she wasn’t wearing anything under the top and skirt. I tried to locate her tits without being caught. When she walked around me, I was drawn to her aroma. Fresh. Arousing. Whenever she turned away from me, my eyes followed her backside.

Her ass was round and plump, I wanted to stuff my dick in that hole right there. Das had once told me. He was right. Anyone would die to feel that ass.

"What are you staring at, Krish? Go, get your sleep."
Meera said, looking at me through the mirror.

I slowly walked to her.
"Meera…"
I stopped right at her back.

She turned to me. I felt weak in my knees. Meera sensed what I was feeling.
"Do you like my friend. She’s good isn’t she?"
She asked with a smile. A smile that could instantly kill me.
"She’s good."
I said.
"So when are you planning your next date?"
"We are not. I don’t want Meghna I want you Meera.."
I managed to say and I held her hand.

"What?"
She looked at me surprised. I leaned forward in an instant and kissed her.

Fifteen months. Fifteen months had passed since I had tasted her lips before this. Still I remembered that taste and I was thrown back to my past. I became her true husband in a moment. My arms crawled around her and my mouth opened wider to suck her both lips into it. And before she could make a move I lifted her in my arms and walked to the bed. I almost fell onto the bed with her and proceeded to kiss her again like a man possessed. I was in a rush, until her right palm fell across my face with a sound. Whack!

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Chapter 39

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The sudden blow had taken me aback. But it couldn't really stop me. I went again and this time my arms tied around her along with her hands, and I kissed her again. More fiercely, more violently, I sucked her lips. I crushed her soft lips and I almost tasted her saliva in my mouth. I devoured her lips against her continuous efforts to free herself, until she managed to shake her head sideways to break the long kiss. And then I let her go.
The next second, I felt another slap across my face, this time harder than the previous one.

Her hand had enough power to make me lose myself. My cheek ached. She jumped up and I merely sat on the bed, silently. I didn’t speak a word. I kept rubbing my face, my head down. I felt I had gone too far.

“What the hell do you think of me? “
She yelled.
“I think of you as my wife, my love, my life; nothing else.”
I said quietly, she stood there staring at me.

We both remained silent for next five or ten minutes. She walked up to the mirror to face herself fit some time and then came back to me. She sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining a small distance from me.
But she didn't speak anything.

Finally I spoke.
“I’m sorry Meera. I got carried away.”

Meera looked at me and let out a sigh,
“I am sorry too.”
I looked at her and slowly rubbed my cheek. She slightly leaned to me to put her hand over my shoulder.
"I'm really sorry Krish.."

She stood up and slowly rubbed my face. It felt really good honestly.
“I wasn’t going to bang you...“
I said.
“I was just kissing you...”
“Oh really? You call that a kiss? You were like... Anyways you should know that you can’t do that too.”
“That bloody Das has taken the whole of my wife.”
I complained.
“Yes. He has. No more sharing, Krish.”

Wekept staring into each other again. She had said it.
“Does he keep you that happy?”
“I don’t know about it.”
“Do you love him really?”
“It’s complicated I can’t really do that, can I?”

She sounded a helpless woman to me. I felt guilty for it. I was the one who put her through all of this. If I hadn’t directed Mr. Das to her, nothing of this would have happened. What a foolish idea was that? Even if Sam had any chance, I could have stopped it by exposing it to Ananya. But now, I have no power to stop it. She is drawn more to Das than even she could gauge.

"You don't know whether you would love him or not. There's no future in that. You're playing with fire than we ever did. Why are you doing this? Why can't you just quit?"
"Ssshhh!"
She put her finger across my lips. But I had asked enough.
"If you cared so much, why didn't you stop me at that gardens... What's the name of..."
"Sunshine..."
"Yeah... Sunshine gardens. You didn't stop it when Das took me into his bedroom, did you? Why you..."
"How could I do that? I was not a friend to him? And I had no clue you two were going to fuck right there!"
"Oh! Don't tell me that. You knew that he was there to what! It was well planned. I was the fool there..."
"What!"
"You know, I've been hit on a hundred times since we've parted ways. I had no such interest in them. I had even gone for dinner with a few, and with one, I don't know why I'm telling you this but, with one I had got a bit intimate than I would allow myself, but nothing more than that. I always shied away from them, except for Das. Tell me why? Tell me why I couldn't stop Das at Sunshine gardens?"
I was speechless.
The gun was pointed at my head.
I was the culprit.
I sensed pain, erupting from the deepest of my heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want that. I was just helpless..."
I said in a voice audible only to the sharpest.
"Krish... Making grave mistakes and then apologising have already cost us a lot. I want you live a normal life..."
Her voice was smooth and caring. She placed her hands at either sides of my shoulders.

I hugged her and closed my eyes. She knew what I was feeling, and she let me hold onto her. She stood calmly and caressed over my head. I felt sudden comfort in that. I loved her even more.
“I love you Meera..”
I mumbled.
She pushed me slowly and slightly away from her.
“What?"
“I ... I love you...”
“No you can’t. Please understand, there is no future in this love. I have become someone else’s. He owns me completely. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes I know, but it hurts baby...”
“I want you move on... move on to Meghna. She’s nice, and beautiful. “
“I don’t think I can ever do that.”
“That’s why I told you to do...to move on.. you know, I mean, did you do it?”
She was talking about her advice on masturbating.
“No.” I lied, hoping she won’t catch me this time.
“You should, when you’ve done that once you’ll get rid of me.“
“Come on, you’re making fun of me, and my love.”
“No, I mean it, I want you to masturbate, I know you can do it. Like when I was with Shekhar, thinking of Das and me, then you’ll feel better. Then you can concentrate on Meghna or anyone else you want.”
Suddenly she bent forward and touched my groin.

Hell, it was hard. My stupid dick was hard. I saw a wry smile on the corner of her lips.

“See, you’re already hard, you should do it now."
“No... No...”
I shook my head and pushed her hand away.

She didn’t give up. She had her hand again on me. I pushed her away again, each time she touched me, I woke up a little more. I was like a toy in her hand, I learnt.

At the end this nonsense, she sat with me and slid her hand inside myshort. I looked at her unbelievably. And she looked straight into my eyes.
“I want you do it, right now... “
She whispered.
“Wh.. what? No... I... “
I stammered.

I felt her fingers around my hard penis. I swallowed my own saliva. She kissed on my cheek and pulled my short a bit with another hand; and pulled out my dick. It's tip was shamelessly wet.

“You’re perfectly up.” She said after having a good look at it.
“Hold it my boy...”
She whispered.
“No, you do it for me.”
I said.
“What?”
“You do it.”
I tried to brush my lips with hers. She moved away. Anyway she was smiling constantly. We were having a game.
“Hold it.”
She said again.
I refused.

“Okay then get up. Stand up here.” She finally said.
I immediately moved and stood in front of her. She pulled my shorts down and felled it to my feet. I pulled my tee-shirt off me, and presented myself in complete nudeness to my wife. I watched her eyes dilating. She was enjoying it.
“You don’t have to be too excited you’re just going to shag yourself...“
She said. But there was playfulness in her voice. I looked at her lips like I want them immediately.
“You’re gonna do it...”
“Come on, Krish I can’t do it, I will later feel guilty..”
“But for what...? I am your husband.”
“But I have a boyfriend.”
“Still I have some rights on you, haven't I?”
“In your dreams only...”
She grinned.
"Your boyfriend is not suppose to mind if your husband gets something he truly deserves!"
"No way! You and your stupid theories!"
“Okay.. but one last time...”
I pleaded.

She thought for a moment.
“What if I show you something, something that you’ll enjoy, you’ll find it helpful to excite yourself?”
She said and touched the shoulder strap of her tank top.

My eyes widened.

Oh my god. I said myself.

“I well surrender then."
I said.
She locked her eyes with mine for a second.

"Only for show, nothing more."
She warned.
"Done."
I agreed. I was eager to see those beautiful globes once again. My heartbeats were rising higher.

She grabbed the straps from either sides and slid them down until it reached her elbows. The top slid from her chest, baring her breasts, until both the nipples were visible. Brown, round, and erect. Both the nipples were exactly what I had remembered all my life. I used to fondle them lovingly, suck them when I was thirsty, feel them when I felt needy, bite them when I was naughty; but now, all I could do was to stare, yet it was better than what I had been subjected to for so long.

Actually seeing them like this was an unbelievable dream coming true. I saw a couple of dark spots on the white skins on her.
“What’s that?”
I asked out of curiosity. She took a look at them.
“Oh that’s Das. He’s... uh... quite rough on them...”

Oww, it hurts baby. I said in my mind. Bastard. I grinned.

She pulled herself back on to the bed and leaned back with support of both of her hands, allowing the tank top fall further down. Both her breasts were on complete display. They didn’t splay when she leaned back. They were just perfect.

With one hand, she swept back her hair strands behind her ears.
“Now.”
She said, gesturing to my hip. It was time to keep my promise.
I slowly held my dick and began shaking it. The wet tip meant smooth movement.
She fondled herself to tease me once, and it was too much for me. Soon my hand was moving seriously and she sat watching me shag.
“Shake it for me Krish...”
She whispered again.
Her eyes remained on my dick. I moved a bit closer to her and stopped shaking it.
"Come on... Touch it once... Meera..."
This time she looked at me affectionately. Then without saying word, she touched me. Slowly, I let go of my dick and she held it with round, firm grip.
Her warm, soft fingers were around my dick. I let out a slight moan. She looked at my eyes and smiled at me. She seemed like a teen who had a penis in her hand for the first time in her life. She was endearing and I felt I would bend forward to kiss her any moment. The fear of her leaving in between forced me control myself.
"What are you...making me do, huh?"
She panted.
"Your hands feels so good, baby..."
I moaned again as she began moving her grip back and forth on me. As she did it, her body shook and so did her breasts. They were marvelous. As she grew comfortable, I touched over her shoulders and them moved them down to feel them over.
"Watch your hands, Krish..."
She warned and squeezed my dick. I laughed.
"Haaa!"
She spread my precum well over my dick with her hand and then began moving it swiftly. I closed my eyes for a moment in pleasure, and remembered how she was stroking Vivek in the Square hut. She wasn't this passionate. I thought.
Suddenly I felt her pulling it to her. As I looked down, I saw the unbelievable. She was leaning forward and opening her lips.
"Huuuh!"
I took a deep breath and held it there, and watched her take my meat inside her mouth.
Had she ever done this to me?
I asked myself.
Well, she wasn't done. Soon her head was moving back and forth, sucking me softly.
"Oh my baby...mmm..."
I moaned.
She sucked me just a few seconds, but she had lifted my spirits to sky high, as I soon started jerking myself with a gesture from her. There was nothing more I could ask from her. She licked her lips and watched me shag.
"Mmm... Keep shaking for me... Yes.."
She slowly fondled her breasts and my eyes almost stuck to them. I was on the edge, and for me there was nothing to hold back. I shook harder and harder. Within a short period of time I exploded and shot a huge load, huge to even my expectations. Streams of my sticky white cum were splattered all over her neck and breasts, and then to her thighs and on the floor, and I let out a suppressed groan as I enjoyed my orgasm. I was having one of my perfect ejaculation in a long time.
"Wooosh!"
Meera closed her eyes as if to save it from the spray, and smiled.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
One light kiss.
She was all smiling.
“That was wonderful.”
She said and pushed me away. I was still panting and stood there delighted. She picked up my jockey from the floor and cleaned her chest and thighs. Then she threw it to me and pulled up her tank top.
“Clean yourself and the floor.”
She was still smiling.

I was back to reality. I wiped my dick clean and then the floor with my underwear.

“Okay, now that the end of the it. You should go now."
She got up and pushed me until I was out of the room.

“Good night, and remember to forget this night from your memories right now.”
She said and shut the door close. I stood there in the hall, completely nude, with my semi hard dick hanging in the air.

[sarit11]

Chapter 40

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Next morning we encountered a small problem. Meera woke me up at nine.
"I need my purse. I need my keys."
Her purse, it was at Das' house. I remembered.

"Should I drop you there?"
"No, he doesn't know about the key. He thinks I'm already in my flat. If I tell him the truth, he'll ask me where I stayed in the night..."
I got it. Her night stay in my house had become forbidden.

"So what should we do now?"
She had a plan for it. She rang up Das and told him she's going for groceries at the Star Mall, and asked him if he could bring the purse to the mall by 11 o'clock. He agreed.
"We'll have a coffee as well. Yesterday I couldn't even speak to you much.."
She said before hanging up.

'even speak to you'? Was she expecting a hot date with him? I wondered.

We got ready and headed to a nearby cafe for breakfast. I watched her boobs shaking in slight rhythm in her T-shirt, as she walked. I imagined them naked. I instantly got an erection. She noticed my stare.
"Stop it, pervert!"
She said and pinched on my arm.
My phone rang at the moment. It was Das.
We both looked at each other's eyes suspeciously before I answered it.

"Man I need your help. Meera misplaced her purse here last night and it's with Neerja. Can you pay a visit and pick it up for her? If you come, Neerja will feel it just right; because you're the husband, right?"
The job was a back on my shoulder. I agreed and Meera laughed at me.
"You're my husband, but don't remember it, dear!"
She teased.
After the breakfast she suggested that she'd leave herself.
I went to Das and when I saw him, suddenly I felt great. Just a few hours ago, his girlfriend was sucking and stroking my dick and I was shagging for her. I felt horny in a moment. I felt so much better than I've ever felt during the whole year.
Neerja brought me coffee and returned the purse. I didn't forget to compliment her for the great party, before leaving. Mr. Das followed me to the porch, to thank me secretly for my secret help. I thanked him in my mind for providing an opportunity to get back to my wife once again.

At the Star Mall, I rang up Meera and she said she was with a friend at a cafe on the top floor. I took the purse, and out of curiosity I checked it. I found a strip of afternight pills. Four of the slots were empty. She had needed them at four occasions. I calculated.
One at Sunshine Gardens; one at office; one at my house. And where did they use the forth one?
I felt a sudden sense of loss and jealousy; and I closed the purse in despair.

When I walked into the cafe, I saw her sitting with a man. I quickly figured I had seen the man somewhere.
Meera quickly got up and introduced us each other.
"Mr. Desai, meet my husband, Krish. Krish, this is Mr. Desai. He's..."
"I'm a friend of your beautiful wife, Krish. How do you do? "
Mr. Desai interrupted her enthusiastically and shook my hand. I remember him from previous night's party. I had seen him in a close conversation with Meera. I had thought he had a resemblance with Mr. Shekhar. But from a closer distance now, I wondered how the hell did he look like Shekhar. He looked very different, except for his age. He was in his early fifties. But he looked a strong built man, with a heavy torso and a big head. Of his face, his thicker than usual lips caught my attention the most. He looked too ugly to be my wife's friend. It's just professional. I coudn't stop myself judge them.
I better not look very closely at the men who claim to have befriended her. I decided at the moment.
Mr. Desai a crushed my hand and smiled with his oversized mouth.
"Glad to meet you Mr. Krish. From yesterday's party I've been waiting to see you, the lucky chap. You have a beautiful wife."
He said and winked at Meera. Obviously the compliment was for her. I ignored.
Yes. I do have a beautiful wife. But it doesn't make me lucky my friend. I said in my mind.
I handed over the purse to have and we parted ways right from there. I was still feeling great; last night still afresh in my mind.
Sitting in my car, I pulled out me my mobile phone and started typing a message.
'Meghna, I think I'm not over with my past. I need more time. Forgive me.'

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[sarit11]

Chapter 41

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Monday Das called me. He was looking to have drink with me. He said he had something meaty to talk with me.
So we met in a bar.
I was eager to know about the 'meaty' stuff.
He would tell me how he seduced my wife for the fourth time. I thought.

"I made a mistake, Mr. Menon, after my Saturday's party. It's a silly mistake, actually my carelessness. I need your help here.."
He spoke very slowly, obvious of his struggle to open up the topic. He looked like he still hadn't sorted out a way to communicate what was in his mind. I was equally clueless, to help him. I nodded my head without understating much.
He finished his drinks sooner than his words, though.
"You know that purse, Meera's purse, that we returned to her yesterday. And today, at my office, she confronted me about a pill that was missing from her purse..."
He took another quick sip immediately.
"Pill? What pill?"
I knew what pill was that. Exactly which one.
"A morning after pill. I had taken one from her purse, because I knew she had them in her purse."
"What? It's a... It's ridiculous!"
I said.
"I know. The story maybe ridiculous but the incident was not."
"Tell me more."
I said and ordered more of our whisky.
"I had a late night guest after the party. Neerja had gone to bed already. So I and this special lady whom I had my eyes set for so long, we sat for a drink... We did a little bit of our drinking and then... You know what then."
"Tell me."
His story was interesting.
"Hell, she wanted only one thing. Protection. She was out of safe days. Unfortunately I didn't have a single piece of rubber and she demanded a pill atleast. I promised her I'd buy one in the morning but she was like, 'I know we both will wake up very late and can't risk forgetting my pill' and all. So much drama! So I checked Meera's purse. Luckily I got one."
"Very lucky."
"Exactly!"
"And how exactly was your special lady?"
"She's a hot married pussy, dude. Definitely fun. My only regret is that I was a bit drunk. I couldn't perform like I had dreamt of it..."
"Don't worry you can improve it next time."
"No, man. She's one within my family, can't risk much. In the morning she gave me that stupid speech about restraint and control. I don't think she'll ever give me another chance. But that's not the problem here."
"Yup. The pill and Ms.Meera should be."
"Exactly. I underestimated the fact that she's an accountant. She has bloody scrutinized her purse to find that a pill was missing from her purse! Can you believe that?"
"Huh! I'm believing it. So what did you tell her?"
"I spoke like I knew nothing about it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Then the problem is... that the next suspect on the list is you."
"What???"
I forgot to shut my mouth for a few seconds.
"If it wasn't missing from my house, it should be you."
"But how, and why?"
"There's no solution in denying the truth. The pill is one short. I can't tell her the truth as well. So the obvious choice is you."
"Buy why is it so important?"
"It's important because she has doubts over me. I can't afford that. I'm not done enjoying her, man. You can save me."
"But how? Is she gonna ask me about it?"
I knew even if I tell her, she wouldn't believe it. Because I was with her that night. But I could no way convince Das about my dilemma.
What kind of stupid joke is happening? I wondered.
"You were talking with a girl from my office that night. You could tell a story about her."
"You mean, Meghna?"
"Yes. Meghna."
"What story?"
"A story of why you needed a pill in the morning..."
He looked at me hopefully.
"No. Because, one, she's a colleague of Meera. Two, why would I take the pill from Meera's purse?"
I reasoned.
"Why can't we take it this way, one, she's just a colleague of Meera and she could lie about what she did on the Saturday night. Two, maybe it's Meghna who told you about the pill in Meera's purse. Let's suppose Meghna knew about the pill."
I looked down on him for his dumb ideas. He sensed it and improvised immediately.
"Okay, let's forget Meghna. It was someone else, only you know. You guys were in your home the whole night.. In the morning, you got the purse from me and went to your house with breakfast for your friend. She checked the purse for it's style, like it's as wonderful purse, and when she found the pill, you suggested her to take it immediately. Remember, yesterday was Sunday and the chances of finding a pharmacist was tough."
"Wow! What a story!"
I said and mocked a clap.
Obviously I knew it would fall flat when I tell this to Meera. But I damn wanted to tell her this same story. Word by word. You all know why, don't you?
"Will this work?"
"So you want to make me a womaniser in front of your girlfriend, huh?"
"I hope you won't mind. Women respect womanisers."
I laughed, though I agreed with him.
"So when do I have to tell this story to her?"
"If she tries to ask you, possibly when I'll bring her to your house next time."
"Mmm... You want to have all the fun, huh? I'm gonna charge you from next time."
"You surely deserve more, I know. But I envy you, dude. Single, living alone in a beautiful house. If I were you, I'd sleep with a new women every weekend! Tell me one thing, when was the last time you had a go at it with a woman?"

When was that? I didn't want to mention previous Saturday. It'd complicate everything.

"Not in the recent past. It's a few months ago."
"Months ago? Oh no! You're wasting your best time!"
"Well I guess the fun can start when you cross forty..."
"Hahaha! That's for me! Cheers for that, dear!"
He toasted his glass to me.

A deal was set that night.
I would help him keep my wife. I would lie to her that he is saint. I would let him bring her to my house again. I would let him fuck her in my bedroom. I would lie to my wife that I that I bedded a woman for whom I had to steal a pill from her purse.
In return I would get to tell her a story.
I was so relieved that the forth pill I had noticed missing from her purse wasn't actually used by her. I felt happy.
I don't know what I was hoping for. But I felt like there's something in waiting for me.
And I waited for that day.
Tuesday it didn't happen.
Wednesday too, it didn't happen.

By the evening of Thursday, I lost patience. I dialed Das' mobile.
It rang for longer than usual, almost forcing me give up. Then he picked up.
"Mr. Menon! Where are... hello... What's up Mr. Menon? Are you home?"
He was more puzzled than me.
"Hi Mr. Das. I am fine. How you doing, whats up there?
"uh..are you home, Mr. Menon?"
He had a question with an intention. I smelled something.
"I am home. What are you planning, dear?"
I asked slowly.
"Can we come over?"
I could literally feel his arousal from his voice.
The man was bloody dying to fuck my wife. My throat felt choked.

I had to say something.
“Yeah... why not!”
I blurted out.
“Okay dude... we’re there in one hour...”
He said happily and cut the call.
I fell on the couch breathing heavily. I was sitting in my living room. From there I could see the bedroom door. I felt it’s laughing at me. Half open, half closed, it would open for once in one hour, and then it would close and would remain so for one hour.
I don’t care.
I thought.
Do you care?
I asked.
“No.”
I said and stood up.
I walked inside my bedroom and looked at the wrinkled bed sheet.
It wasn’t looking any good. I quickly replaced it with a clean one. Then I watched from a distance. In this very bed, I had Meera suck my dick a few days ago. She shook my dick. I had jerked it and shot my load on her breasts.
I visualized her face again. Today she would once again become someone else’s. She would surrender to her new man.

By the time Das drove in with Meera, I was hard like hell.
“Come in guys...”
I welcomed them with a smile. I shook hands with Das to create another with Meera.
She tried to evade my eyes, but I caught her hand. It was soft. Even softer than what I had around my dick on Saturday.
“How are you Meera?”
I asked.
“I am good. How are you?”
She asked and gently pulled her hand from my grip. Her voice was low. She would start moaning in that voice. I thought and my dick made a self jerk.

I brought myself serving the couple with some soft drinks.
“I was wondering if we could dine together tonight.”
Das said.
“That’s a good idea. Where are you planning?”
I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I was expecting him to take Meera to my bedroom. I wanted to hear her moan.
I wanted them to make love.
I wanted to hear them.
I was pathetic.
“We’ll have dinner delivered here only. I have promised Meera that I wouldn’t drop her home starving like last time.”
Das said and looked at Meera lovingly.
She didn’t really bother to acknowledge. I could see she was already in another world. She was a woman anticipating the pleasure of being fucked by a man in front of her husband.
She was anticipating Das taking her to bedroom, away from me. I could see it.
“Okay that’s cool.”
I said to Das.
“I will order the food myself, leave it to me.”
Das declared.
I nodded in agreement.

He got up from the couch.
“Can I use your washroom, Mr. Menon?”
“What’s the formality, feel yourself home.”
I said.

He quickly disappeared to the washroom and I sensed an opportunity. I grabbed the empty glass from Meera's hand and placed it on the center table.
“I'm really happy to see you again Meera. Unfortunately this is the only way to do it, isn't it?”
I asked and sat on the couch, right next to her. I touched her left hand slowly.
"Are you trying to trap me again, Krish?"
She turned her face completely to me.
Her lips, red, soft lips. Oh!

In a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her. A really quick one, but felt the real feel of her lips and her mouth. She pushed me away successfully. But when I left, I felt I hadn't had enough.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked. But her face looked far from angry.
She was merely surprised, and it made her even more beautiful. Her lack of anger was definitely a welcome change for me.
I glanced at the door of washroom and kissed her again. This time, of course, I had grabbed enough power to not let her push me back, and kissed her deep and long. I sucked her lips and tongue together. I felt her warm saliva. Her lips were softer than I ever known. She was a wonder. Between her struggles to get rid of me, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she had to part her lips. I had my hands around her neck as well as head, locking her to my thirsty love assault. By the time I let her go, I felt she was letting me do it.
It was lovely.

How foolish I was.

"Don't do this Krish...."
Meera panted.
"I still love you Meera."
I whispered.
"You're crazy insane..."
She gave me a blank look.
"And an idiot."
She added and looked at the washroom door before continuing.
"In the parking lot of our office, he had made me suck him..."
Now I felt my throat drying up.
I felt a sudden blow behind my head.
"I was sucking him in his car, that's when you called and we're coming from there straightway..."
"You haven't washed your mouth?"
I managed to ask.
"No."
She shook her head sideways.
Her lips. Soft and red lips were going up and down on his dick an hour ago, and I had just sucked those lips like a lollipop. I felt a strange taste growing inside my mouth.
What was it?

[sarit11]

Chapter 42

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"Shit!"
I blurted out in disgust.
We both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
"How can you be so..."
I paused, struggled to find a suitable word.
"Nasty?"
She had a name for it. I nodded.
"I always thought it's nasty, you know that. But men have a liking for it. I gave you one last week. Did you forgot it?"
"That's okay. But you should have washed your mouth."

Did I just say it's okay?

She kept staring at me. I felt shy. I scratched behind my head. I saw a small smile forming around her lips.
"Did he... Did he..cum in your mouth?"
I managed to ask. That was my last option for a solace.
"No."
She said and smiled fully, without showing her teeth. I sighed.
"No, he didn't cum in my mouth."
She repeated.
"That feels better."
"But how do I know you were gonna kiss me like this! You pervert, you deserved it!"
She pushed me away and got up.

"Yes, with a kiss I became a pervert to you..."

I heard the sound of Das opening the door from washroom, denying me any further chance to communicate with her. Meera stood away from me looking at a wall painting, as if observing it.
"It's nice."
She said and looked at me once, before turning to Das.

"I have used your towel once, Mr. Menon."
Das said.

"It's okay Das."
I replied.
You have owned my wife, what's in a bloody towel?
"You wanna use washroom?"
He ignored what I said and spoke to Meera. He held her hand and had all of her attention.
"No. What for?"
"Good."
He replied and looked at me.

"I'm too old to own this beauty, ain't I, Mr. Menon?"
He asked me pulling Meera into his arms. It was nothing new to my eyes, still I felt my heartbeats on a rise.
"You look younger than last week, Mr. Das."
I said. He enjoyed it.
"Really, my lady?"
He pulled her closer and breathed into her face.
She began to smile, and he kissed her, like a surprise.
This time there was no pushing, no fighting, no drama but submission. He had his right hand behind her head, and I saw another slowly crawling inside her side cut kurti, groping her butt. She was locked by his arms and lips, and I found myself unable to move. He opened and closed his mouth around her lips, making it obvious to me how passionately he was kissing.

My dick began to throb again, watching them. I had those lips in my mouth a few seconds ago. I felt a relief as well as a secret pleasure.
I let out a sigh, as they finally parted.
Meera took a deep breath and looked at him adorably.
"You shameless, you know you almost killed me.."
"Huh! But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
He leaned to kiss her again, but she pulled away from him.
"Not here. Your friend is watching."
"He's my best friend. Let him too have some fun."
Das laughed, and turned to me.
"Dear, can we go to your room? She deserves no more waiting. Let me give her what she truly deserves."
Das said to me, and walked her to my room. I watched his right hand starting to fondle her bum over her kurti as they walked.
I tried hard not to swallow the strange taste that still remained in my lips.
He turned back to me at the door.
"Do you have condoms here, buddy?"

That was the most bizarre question I had ever faced in my life. I was being asked for condoms by a man to fuck my own wife while she was standing next to him.
Even she was so embarrassed that she pulled his shirt.
"Das! Das!"
But she was far from angry. I remember.
"Yes. You can find it in the drawer."
I had to force my words out.
"Thanks dear."
Das nodded and turned away. He held his arms around her again and disappeared into the room, closing the door.

The distance was shrinking narrower. The image of myself as a man and a husband was being demolished in my own mind. I started wondering what I was. I was being accustomed to a new world where the feeling of shame didn't probably exist. Even if it existed, it had no value. I didn't fear it anymore.
I shamelessly walked to the door and tried to listen what they were upto. I stood very close, trying to hold my breath.

"You're nothing I've ever thought of. How can you ask him so openly?"
I heard Meera questioning him.
"You're so shameless."
Apparently she believed she was in another world. She dared to call someone else shameless!
"You can call me anything you want now, honey..."
I heard his giggle.
"And why did you need condom today? I've got my pills."

The Pills! I thought the pills could be a topic soon.

Well I was wrong.
He left no option for digging.
"Turn around, dear. Yes, like this, here... This has been so enticing to me..."
"No... No..."
"You never say no to me, my dear... I'm here to love you..."
"You're mad."
"I know you like me that way. Now, where's the drawer?"
I heard him opening the wooden drawer and closing it. He must have had the packet.
"Don't even think about it. I will scream louder and Krish will hear me..."
"Let him listen. He's my closest friend. He won't mind it; and actually I'm very excited about him being there.."
"What!"
Meera sounded as surprised as me.
"Someone's witnessing our adventures... Aren't you excited?"
"Is this your adventure?"
"It's going to be. Let me take this dress off you.. Lemme see you again, my darling! You won't believe how hard I'm now."
"I've seen it an hour ago."
I heard the sounds of her kurti being taken off her. I wiped my face with my hand. I imagined her breasts, decorated with a beautiful delicate bra. The heat inside that room was making me sweat outside.

"Wow. When will you stop looking so gorgeous? You make me mad...uhhh!"
He was showering her with compliments.
I bet she deserved it all.
"I love these curves honey... Come to me...."
I heard kisses. Wet kisses. And words that I couldn't figure out.

I imagined his lips on her lips. He would be sucking them, pulling them into his mouth. He would chew on them. The same lips I was kissing madly with my lips. I thought.
Them suddenly I remembered her words.
A picture of her lips going down on his dick flushed in my mind. A big, hard, wet, dirty piece of meat, going in and out of her beautiful, tender lips.
I again felt a strange taste in my lips, though less intense. I swallowed it once.
No, you don't have to feel any shame.
I said myself.

"You know what, when I see you around in my office, I often wonder whether I can ever have you in my office like this..."
Das had finished his kiss.
"Like this?"
"Not exactly; actually, even without this... Let me unhook your..."
I knew he was talking about her bra.
"Crazy you, boss."
I heard a giggle from my wife.
"I want you equally crazy today."
"In your dreams."
"This is lovely. Look at you! I don't know what your stupid husband was looking for that made him cheat on you! What was his name afterall?"
I heard him laugh. Laughing at me. I deserved it.

"Don't bring him now. I'm in good mood."
Did she really mean it? I wondered.

"You have the most beautiful teats honey. Look at these. Sticking out and so soft..."
"Ouch! Slowly! Your bites are already there... Everywhere..."
"You like it hard....mmm...I know honey.
"Mmm.."
"But I don't want these marks... You're ruining me."
She complained.
"Lemme heal it by my tongue."
"Mmm.... Please..."
I heard her moaning with pleasure. He must be licking her teats. He would be licking them all over and sucking on the light brown nipples. I bit my lips as I pictured her naked breasts from my memory.
My wife was again becoming my dream girl. I wanted to see her. Just a glance at her beautiful face would satisfy my thirst.
But there was no way. The door was closed and gave me no chance to peep.
I heard more of their moans and then I heard them falling into the bed. Then I heard him claiming her jeans. He would feel her milky thighs with his hands, face, lips.
"No! Easy! Don't rip it... Pull it down slowly..."
That was how she saved her panty from being torn.

Soon I heard her crying out.
"Awww... Mmm... Awww..."
I was familiar with those moans.
He was eating her love hole. My wife's femininity.
"Awww... My... God!"
"Uhhh!"
"Why are you making me scream like this?"
"Aaah! Do it slowly!"
Her voice had turned horny.

"I'll be heard outside..."
Her voice was shivering.
"Let him hear you. Aren't you excited?"
Suddenly I was again their subject of banter.
"No. Please!"
"Don't lie. I can see it in your eyes. Here, look at me."
"You're crazy."
"Yes. I'm. Admit it now."
"Mmm... Yes!"
"Say you're excited."
"Shut up and eat me!"

I couldn't believe what he just made her confess. What magic was he performing at her? He kept doing that magic and she screamed even louder. She surely had an orgasm. I thought. But I was wrong again.

"Don't hit it honey."
I heard him say. She was breathing heavy. On the verge of crying.
"You're killing me... Finish it Das... Make me cum... Please...."
She panted.
"I love your screams. Keep it up honey. It makes us crazy over you..."
"Us? No!"
"Yes, us! Me and Mr. Menon."
"What? Das!"
"He'll be really crazy to hear you cry, won't he?"
"You're so shameless. I don't know how I fell for you."
"You think I'm crazy? You know he really enjoyed when I told him how I bent you over my desk."
There was a pause from Meera's side. Even I forgot to breath.
"What did he say?"
She asked.
"I'm sure he must have masturbated when I left."

I couldn't believe he was talking about me like this. Where is he taking this all? I wondered.
Nevertheless, I wanted them keep talking. It was exciting me, somehow.
"Shut up. How can you speak so low about your friend?"
Meera strangely defended me.
"There's nothing low in this. Men do that. I mean lonely men."
"How do you know he's lonely?"

I was sure she was defending for the sake of opposing him. She knew I'm lonely.
Except for her memories.

"Haven't you noticed how he strips you with his eyes?

What? Did he just say what I've just heard?
My jaw was dropped on the floor.

"What? You're making things up now!"
"No. In the Sunshine gardens, after our wonderful first time, do you remember when you walked towards the restroom from the hall, where I and he were sitting? You know he was watching your ass like the horniest man I've ever seen."

That was the biggest and cruelest lie I had ever heard anyone making of me.

Das! I was a dead man that day. You took my wife for a discussion and fucked her brutally for forty minutes. And you're accusing me of being horny at her? Why are you doing this to me Mr. Das?
I gritted my teeth.
I wanted to push open the door and scream at his face.
I breathed despair.

"Really? Did he?"
Meera sounded highly excited at his lies. She would have believed it all. It was easy to believe it.
A horrible joke was again being played at me.

“Yes. But I won't blame him. Your ass is a wonder. Come on. Show me.”
I heard Das making his wish.
She would obey. She would stand on all fours and put her bottom on display to him.
I heard a light slap, presumably on her ass cheek, making that obvious.

“Yes. This is my dream. I want this honey. Do I have it?”
I heard Meera giggle in reply. Then I heard some more sounds that kept me intrigued.
“Oh no. What are...? You! Are you serious? “
“Come on babe. It'll be fun...”
“No... It'll be painful...”
“There's no such thing... You’ll enjoy it...”
Then I heard a cry from her. It took me no time to grasp what was going on.
“No. Nooo! “
“Just hold on, just a moment, then it'll be all good... “
“Ahhhh...”
“Don't be scared...”
“Oh my God! Aaah...”
“Just a second honey...”
“Ohhhh... ahhhh...”
It went on.

The bastard was sticking his dick into her ass. Stretching it. I had probably never seen that hole clearly in my whole life. He was stretching it.

If I had a condom, I would have stuffed her ass with my dick.
He had told me. And I had provided him a condom. I was more stupid than I thought. I was.
Meera cried incessantly as he slowly made his way into where he intended, I couldn't imagine how deep. Then he began to pound her; she cried in a pattern that suggested me how he was going in and out. With every push, she let out a painful shriek.
“Just like that. Yes. It's just the beginning honey, and then you'll like it.”
I heard Das. Bastard.
He was not completely true. Her cries got lighter but never ceased as he started going faster. He grunted with each thrust and her voice only got weaker.
“Oh my gosh.. You’re killing me...I can't... huh... eee....”
“You can do it babe... You're mine... I'm all yours... Just say yes... “
I noticed how he struggled to talk properly.
“Huhh...Hess... Yes....”
He pumped deeper and deeper; and then a one moment I felt she gave in. Her cries sounded more like moans.
“Yes... Yes... Mmm....”
Das was breathing heavier than her now. He went faster and faster, and let out a loud grunt, like an animal, announcing his ejaculation. Probably filling the rubber.
“Oh my God. My babe... That was awesome... You're so awesome... I love you...”
I heard him blurt. Bastard.

My phone rang in that moment. From my pocket. Shocked, I quickly moved away from the door, but I was sure the damage was already done. They would've guessed I was standing very close to that door.
I felt hell falling upon me, in a moment.
The erection I was unintentionally carrying in my pants fell unconscious. Humiliation of getting caught crippled me, though I pulled out my phone and silenced it.

I knew I was caught spying them.
Spying my friend with his girlfriend.
Spying my wife with her boyfriend.
Spying a couple in their room.

I knew I was in for another low in my life.
Whatever he had accused of me would now be easily proved.

[sarit11]

Chapter 43

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The phone call that spoiled everything was from Ananya. Next time when she show up begging me to fuck her, I would stuff my dick in her ass. She too has one fine, round, plump ass. I gritted my teeth.

I answered the call while making my way to the kitchen.

She said she had some crucial information about Meera. She wanted to meet me as well.
What was left there to speak about?
I wondered and smiled myself.

It is really amazing how we find reasons to smile even at the lowest point of our lives.

“Give me a clue about it right now, please.” I begged.
I wanted to finish the call very quickly.
“It's about her boss. I told you about Das. He's making her work on holidays...”
“What's wrong with that?”
I interrupted her in a hurry.
I wanted to stop talking but I had mouthed a big question.
I shouldn't have. She began eating into my brain.

“Come on you don't know a thing about these office games...”

I wanted to scream at her that now I know everything of it. But I just kept listening to whatever she had to say. My mind was thriving to go back to the hall. When the call was finally finished, I rushed to the hall. The door to the bedroom was still closed. I sat on the couch and expected them coming out with a demeaning look on their face.

What would I tell them when they confront me?

'You guys were talking about me, so...'
I said in my mind and it felt a satisfactory response.

But soon my thoughts were vanished as I heard more sounds of bed squeaks. It was heavier.
And Meera was louder.
I sleepwalked to the door.

“Huhhh... Das....aahh...”
She was moaning continuously.
She was in pleasure as he thrusted his manhood into her. My limp dick stood erect in no time and I didn't hesitate to pull it out. So sure of that they wouldn't come out unfinished, I held my dick and began shaking it frantically.

In my eyes, I saw my Meera lay on her back in the bed and Das pumping his dick into her, making the bed shake and Meera cry out his name.
“Aaahhh...aaahhh...aahh.. Das...”

My room. My bed. My bed sheet. My wife. His dick. I thought as I brought myself nearer to the heaven. Then I heard a scream. Meera cried one after another and his pumping kept on. I wasn't able to hold anymore. With a suppressed hiss, I shot my load which I blocked with my left hand.
“Oh my baby... My Meera...”
I cried silently as I forgot everything about me and enjoyed the pleasure of a perfect orgasm. My left palm was in a complete mess. When I came back to my senses I rushed to the washroom. I noticed the sounds being settled down in the room as well. He must have fulfilled her wants.

When I came back from restroom after ten minutes, I saw Das walking out of the room. He was staring at me and I felt it uneasy to face his eyes. I saw Meera behind him. Her gaze too, was glued on me.
I sat on the couch, like a culprit caught in the act.
I kept my eyes down.
“Mr. Menon.”
Das sat on the couch opposite to me. Meera sat with him.
“You were there, weren't you?”
He was damn straight.
“What...uh...Oh...”
I stammered. I forgot what I had practiced.
Meera had he eyes locked into me. I felt she had never looked at me this long in the recent past.

“I heard Meera crying very badly...”
I managed to say.
“Oh, that! I had told you the other day. We were trying it out. From behind her...”
He said with a mischievous smile.
Meera was embarrassed and pinched his cheek.
“You!”
“But she enjoyed it, didn't you honey?”
“No.”
She said with a smile. She had enjoyed it.
Wait, she had enjoyed it?
I just nodded as if I was blind.
“Didn't you hear anything else?”
“What else? You guys were bloody Chaos!”
I said.
“We were having a discussion on monsoon.” Meera said with a laugh.
She wasn't the woman who were crying so hard half an hour ago.
I wasn't probably laughing to her joke, Mr Das said.
“Come on friend. Don't feel bad that we caught you. It's your house. Your bedroom. Your bed. I know we were loud. It's nothing we can complain.”
I laughed this time.
Not because of what he said not for what he didn't say.
I imagined him say,
‘Your bedroom, your bed, your wife. I can't complain really.’
Das got up and shifted to my couch and poured a glass of water for himself, and finished it. He must be tired. I could easily make out why.

None talked after that. The silence was getting awkward.
Then I found both of them smiling.
More than Das' I found her smile disturbing to me. She had no right to laugh at me. But she was laughing at me, making me Furious.
Bitch. I thought momentarily.
"This is embarrassing."
Meera spoke after few minutes of silence.

"I can't sit here anymore. You guys have crossed all the limits..."
"We, who what?" Das interrupted.

I too was not sure whom she was blaming.

"You both!"
She pretended to be angry but she definitely looked cute.

When would she is stop being so cute?

"What have I done?"
Das argued.
She adjusted her posture once before answering,
"What have you not done? You're sweating, at least close your buttons!"
I looked at him and noticed two buttons of his shirt left open. And I felt he was still sweating inside.
"You are sweating, I am sweating and I think Mr. Menon is also sweating..."
Only Das laughed at her comment.
"That's not my mistake."

I merely sat silently. I was a dead duck.

"Of course it's your mistake. Let me find something to drink. We are leaving soon..."
So saying she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"I am sorry Mr. Menon we'll plan our dinner another day."
Das said. I forced a smile.
"Its ok, she needs some rest."
"I too need rest I would say."
"Is it your first time, I mean... like this... uh... anal?"
I dared to ask.
"No, not the first time. But it was special. Perfect. You know I've been dreaming of it for long."
He winked at me.

I felt a sense of loss hearing how he had fulfilled his dream wish.
"Its ok Mr. Menon."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't feel bad for you. Actually I can see myself in you. Do remember the story about my friend and his girlfriend in the hotel room? It's a very tough situation, but if you accept it it's a very exciting one. Two persons, in their own world! Knowing that your best friend is watching you can be the ultimate turn-on. For them it was. Especially his girlfriend. She was like..."
His eyes shined as he relived someone's memories.
"Meera is equally excited, I can sense that. And what about me, you know I was just like you then, I had never wanked harder than that day..."
Das kept unearthing his secrets.

Though I felt his story had helped me ease my mind, the way he concluded it just ruined everything. He wanted to picture me as a peeping Tom. However, he was merely suggesting the truth. I was musterbating.
Getting caught masturbating was horrible than I thought. No matter how hard you try to feel better.

Well, time heals even that.

When Meera came back from kitchen, he got up and ready to leave. I shook hands with the him and then with Meera before waving them goodnight.

I thought it was the end of the day. But it wasn't.
My phone rang at 11 P.M.
It was Meera.