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

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Chapter 44

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"Why do you want to see me fuck around, Krish? What kind of husband are you?"
Meera had questioned me an year ago, the day she had left my life. The day she found out I had slept with another woman.
I had learnt a lot since then, a lot of lessons to be precise, despite being clueless about the most important ones.
As I saw Meera's call on the phone, there was an obvious surge of thoughts and impressions in my mind on what could be the reason behind that late night call.

It was actually an opportunity. An opportunity to confront her, that how leaving me had helped her. I had a big question to ask.
But I never had the courage to do that. I could never ask her what kind of wife she was evolving into. She could happily spread her legs for a man and later smile at me. She could joke about it.
Wasn't she changing into what I had already become?
I could jerk off listening to her being fucked by her boyfriend. And they both claim to know that I do that. They don't even leave me a choice to deny.
If it wasn't evolution, then what was it?

To grow up is everybody's dream. Be comfortable in their own skin is a trait of maturity. And we have been growing up. A stare at the bed they were using to make love like animals would now make me hard in my pants. I could pick up the empty condom packet from the floor with my hand and cherish the pain and pleasure my wife might have been subjected with it by her boyfriend.
I had become a man beyond my own imaginations, and I was okay with that. Her question that I quoted above no more caused any kind of pain to me.

The moment I saw the phone call, I was actually hoping if I could talk about the missing morning-after pill. It was the opportunity that mattered to me at the moment. She must be asking about it and I would tell exactly what Das had told me. I thought.

But I was idiotically wrong.
Instead, Meera wanted to talk about Meghna.

"I can't digest why you've turned her down so easily. You've become so insecure that you can't even have a coffee with her."
She said.
"Why don't you just move on, for god's sake, Krish? I can never be yours again. You've seen it, I'm beyond the point of return. Can't you just realise what have I done with Das?"
"I don't mind it Meera, because I know you don't love him."
I said, trying to calm down myself.
"How many times I've told you I hate you, Krish?"
"I know you don't mean it..."
I said confidently.
"Ok whatever! It's again the old stupid..."
She paused a moment to swallow whatever she was saying.
"I don't know how can you be so stupid!"
"Call me anything you want, but don't think I will fall for Meghna."
She fell silent for few moments. I heard her breath. She was holding the phone so close to her face. I felt good and pressed my phone closer to my ears, as if to feel more of her breathing.
I never stop being desperate.

"You talk like you can't even think of another woman... What happened with Sheelu then?"

This was how I was brought back to the memories of Sheelu. Did she just mention Sheelu?
"What?"
"What made you slip it with the her?"
"It was more like sympathy I guess. I don't have another answer for that. She had bad intentions. I merely fell into her trap, you know that, don't you?"
She let out a sigh.
"You don't really have any problem if I sleep around, do you?"
We were talking finally. Yes.
"What do you think?"
"Don't bullshit me with your diplomatic questions. Tell me, do you mind it if I sleep with another man?"
"Almost no."
"Why almost?"
"Not with Sam."
"Sam?"
"Yes, Sam."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Because... because I know how he lusted after you. He had told me many things that I couldn't stand. That's why we fell apart, I fought with him over it..."
"What did he say?"
"Leave it now... He has apologized and we are good."
"So other than Sam all are ok?"
"You want all of them?"
She laughed lightly.
"No, no... I didn't mean that..."
"Then I am not getting your question."
She thought for a moment before continuing.
"I mean, I am worried. I am worried. If you don't mind me going around with someone and you don't really feel much about sleeping with any other women... how can such a relationship work? How can you... You know there is no meaning in being a husband and wife..."
"It took you more than one long year to ask me this bloody question!"
"Yes it took, but it's something that you should've understood an year ago..."
She reasoned.
"Meera, why do you think I don't regret what I did with Sheelu? I..."
"No... Krish, listen to me. Do you still think I left you because you slept once with Sheelu?"
She interrupted and I couldn't make out where she was heading to.
"Then... Then what else was it?"
"Tell me one thing, Krish. If sheelu hadn't come to me to claim her revenge, would you have confessed to me about it? And would you have stopped yourself from repeating it with her?"

She had asked the hell of a question.

I was a man.
I was a normal man who can find nothing wrong in lusting after any other woman. Sheelu, Ananya, Nikita, Sija or whoever. My defence was very low. If available, I would fuck them all. Even if I had a the comfort of a beautiful wife like Meera.

Now I could clearly see why I failed.
"Krish."
I heard her voice.
"Are you there?"
"Yes..."
"Then tell me..."
"Meera I don't think I can do such things and hide it from you. I would have confessed it in a few days."
I lied.
I had slept with Ananya and kept it a secret. I would never confess it. I believed.

"I knew you would say this Krish."
Her voice was calm.
"You are never sure about you. You will sleep with other women and then you will confess it to me because you have the comfort of truth that I have already compromised. There was no way I could believe you then."
She threw her conclusion.
I had lost the debate if there was one.

"What about now? Can't you believe me?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Good night Krish."
She had finished her side.
"Meera please listen..."
"What?"
"Why do you never let me ask you questions? You always run away from me..."
"What do you want to ask me?"
"What have we earned out of this separation? You've been alone for one and a half year... Do you have any idea where you are heading? One day everybody will know what you are doing with Das. Then you will get a name, surely it won't do any good to your future..."
"Krish! Do you want to stop me?"
"No. It's your choice."

I still have regrets for that 'no'. Why do I say things the way I say?

"See Krish.. You are still that old husband; you are happy to be cuckolded."
She had finally mentioned that word for me. Cuckold. My heart stopped.
My wife had just called me a cuckold.

"You are always happy to see me with other men."
She continued hitting the nail on my forehead. I had started bleeding.
"But, but we both are in the same game, ain't we Meera?"
I managed to ask.
"You are also fine to tease me showing off your men to me..."
"What are you suggesting? What are you saying Krish?"
"Why do you always come to my house? You never let him in your house or anywhere else.. or hotels. You want to do it in my presence only. You want me to watch. You are driving pleasure from it, ain't you? You want me to masturbate because you want to make sure that I have enjoyed!"
I spoke my mind like I never did in my life. Things I had always been scared to ask. I was still bleeding. I wanted to get even and make her accept my conclusions.
"Oh really, so this is what you think, huh?"
Meera was furious.
I immediately felt I said wrong things.
"Next time I am not coming to your house for sure."
She said.

"Come on I didn't mean that..."
I was on the back foot immediately.
"Das had asked me to work on this Saturday. He wants me in a saree. You know why. He is gonna take me into his cabin. I don't need you to watch it to enjoy that Krish. Good night!"
She said and hung up the call before I could say anything.

[sarit11]

INDIAN_MAVERICK1190

WTF!!! Now I'm losing my temper! Both Krish and Meera are dumbest dick!!

I want to kill both of them [img]file:///images/smilies/mad.gif[/img] they don't deserve to live around and spoil others life!!

I understand that Krish is a badass and deserve to be punished for his deeds but there is the limit of everything's. If we accept this all going on to score even with him, really!!! She moved beyond from even she always asked questions and want their immediate answers but never want to be in water.

She fucking around and questioning Krish why he did that this or whatever? WTF!! She really have that rights to question him. And that old fart!! Baby he's just the toy in hand of the Meera. If this is mine story then this goes like this "Krish never argued with Meera on her affairs with whom and where she fucked. But he killed every single one [img]file:///images/smilies/kk/chair.gif[/img] who touch her ofcourse after having[img]file:///images/smilies/newsmilies/sex.gif[/img] her. When she came in light about the situation [img]file:///images/smilie4/khallas.gif[/img] that the best part[img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img] [img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img] [img]file:///images/smilie3/lotpot.gif[/img]


note :- Story is very nice if we put our brain aside but that's impossible. So stop all this!! We don't want any eroticism farther we all want to see what is the climax!! cause their are plenty of sex scene and readers enjoyed them with zealously. So stop writing it and deliver us the real stuff please!!!!!

Regards
Maverick

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INDIAN_MAVERICK1190
Now I understand your and brev position here

They both deserve to die that's all all I want is they become table!!

Is Meera playing on him? I don't think so she already said "we never be same as before if we back together. I'm way beyond that". So why on the earth this asshole thought they would be back together!! And trying so hard on it.

I think I should confess this
"Brev the one who accept his wife in the screwing situation without any regrets, he is profound with her that leaving her terrify him" but that's him and we all so the same but with some regrets and trying to be even somehow.

And you Krish man!! You league's ahead with him or us. I think she said it right you are a cuckold!! If that arouse you then matter is closed. Don't give us hope that we should expect something good in future. Man move on fuck someone better than her! She doesn't deserve the blind full love of yours. Need to move on or consultant someone you need it badly here. And why didn't you reply are you terrifying to reveal yourself!!!

Mav,
It is truly sad when a husband is happy to see his wife fucked by other men but that is my opinion. Here, Krish, because of his cuckoldism, wants Meera to fuck selected men for his pleasure. In another thread "Wife's Affair", a wife who sleeps with other men for the husband's pleasure feels like a common whore. Even though the wife might enjoy the sex (and who won't) she does not like the concept.

It is very complex here because in Part 1 Meera voluntarily used Krish's perversion to boldly fuck a man of her choosing with Krish watching from afar similar to the current situation where she is fucking Das knowing that Krish is right outside masturbating. Then, Krish too, is fucking other women and does not intend to stop. . When you extend fantasy to reality you are asking for trouble. When both parties transgress the bounds of marriage what is the point of the marriage? The solution is to compromise or divorce. But what will be the compromise?? I can see that both Krish and Neera love each other.

breville1

[sarit11]

Chapter 45

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“This is madness! This is bullshit!”
I yelled myself and pulled a pillow from the bed. I squeezed it as if to choke it to death.

Meera had mistaken my confrontation as a challenge. I was clearly lagging behind to what was happening in my life.

“No. This is not good.”
I threw the pillow away. It flew and fell at one of the corner of the room.

My heart was beating hard. I tried to believe it was because of the stupid struggle with the pillow, not with Meera's attitude.
Meera had had sex with many men at many places in the past. I had enjoyed or at least born most of them in one way or the other.
But this was going to be painful. Meera was doing it to prove a word with me.
She was making a statement that not only she can sleep with another man but also she can deny my pleasure she was giving me passively.
She was taking away what was the only solace in my life.

She was ditching me.

It would hurt. I thought.
It would hurt. I melted.

Saturday was just a day away.
Just 24 hours away.
On Saturday I would stay at home having nothing to do while Meera would go to her office in pretence of the overtime work.
And that too, in a saree. She would wear a saree and would look absolutely stunning in her best. When Das pull her to him she would show no resistance. She would stand in complete submission because she got a point to prove to her husband. She would let Mr. Das rub his dick behind her ass. And she would let him take the advantage of her saree to fondle her breast over her blouse from both sides.
He would press his lips on her bare shoulder and lick behind her neck. He would breathe into her glowing skin. He would thank her,
'I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you'd never accept my request. I love you for you have respected my wish honey.'
She would blush.
'I am not fulfilling your wish Das. I am just teaching my poor cuckold husband one lesson; one simple lesson that I don't need him anymore.'
She would say in her mind.

"No!"
I yelled again.
"You're not going to do this to me!"
I picked up my phone and dialled her name.
I was going to tell her the truth about the pill. I wanted to tell her it was Das who had her pill after fucking his family friend. I wanted to tell how he had slept behind her back. If she thought I had cheated on her, then she must know that her fucking boyfriend wasn't a saint.
I kept thinking and waited for the ring.

It rang a few times, until cut by her.

I redialled and heard the ring again, once, and then heard the phone being switched off.
I threw the phone away. It flew through the air and I heard it breaking down into pieces as I closed my eyes.
I felled myself into the bed and the breathed, desperate to catch some air.
I was losing grip over my life, once again.
I felt I was brought back to those days when she had left me. Back to zero.

She wasn't letting me talk to her!
I lay semi-conscious in my bed for some time before waking up with a single aim.
Booze.
I needed to drink. I rushed to the kitchen in search of my OC. Two rounds helped me touch my feet back on the ground. On the third round, I cracked an idea.

I should message her. She would read it in the morning and if she cares, she would call me.
But what if she shows the message to Das when she confronts him?
I had a rethought.
There was no need to hurt him. I could send a diplomatic message to her.
Like this,
'Okay, that pill was not used by Das. It was used by me; I had a friend to spend the night with me immediately after Das' party and I borrowed one from your purse for her in the morning. I am sorry.'

It should work; I seriously thought.
I finished my glass and walked to the room only to find the phone in many pieces. I tried to assemble it, unsuccessfully. I decided to send it in the morning.

I slept even late that night.

In the morning I went to a nearby shop to get my phone repaired. The guy there demanded two days to repair it. I had no choice; however, I purchased a new phone and inserted my SIM card but all my contacts were saved in the broken mobile phone and were lost.
I didn't have Meera's number.
Whose number do you remember, stupid?

I remembered Sam's number. I had known it for years. He would give me her number.

I called him and I heard a woman's voice.
“Hello Krish! What's up?”
Ananya.
“Hi Ananya. Where's Sam?”
“He's taking morning shower. We can talk.”
She lowered her voice dramatically to sound surreptitious. She was trying to be funny. I suddenly had an idea. I changed my plans.
“I want to talk about Meera, Ananya.”
“With Sam?”
“No, with you...”
“Then call on my number. Are you scared to call me directly?”
“No...”
“You know, if you pretend too much innocence, you will get caught very soon.”
“No, come on...”
I was getting irritated.
“I don't have your number, my phone is damaged.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. Can we speak in this number or do I have to call yours?”
“No. This one is ok; but are you sure, still you want to discuss about Meera?”
“Yes, still Meera.”
“Ok. May I visit you tomorrow? We can discuss much more.”

The bitch was always ready. And she looks more innocent than Meera. Sam should ditch her. I thought momentarily.

Or is it that Sam was also like me?

“You're always on, huh?”
“Only with you. You are the most eligible single available for a fling.”
“That is a bloody insult.”
“No. It was a compliment.”
“Whatever. I need your help, Ananya.”
“Shall I come tomorrow? I am free...”
“If you are free that's very good. You can surely help me. You know you were right about Meera, I think. She is working on holiday again, with Mr. Das, tomorrow. And she is wearing a saree tomorrow for him.”
“What? A saree?”
“Yes, she is going to wear it because he wished to see her in a saree...”
“That's too much a wish. Who wears a saree to one's office on a Saturday? Nobody does that, Krish. She must be teasing you.”
Ananya reasoned.
“I am not feeling good, Ananya. Can you stop her going to work tomorrow?”
“You want me to get her away from that guy, huh? All the talk we had in the past, you've forgotten everything! Okay, no big deal but let me first confirm it's true. Let me talk to her.”

She was about to hang up. I stopped her.
“Wait. What are you going to tell her? You can't tell her how you knew...”
“Oh no! You guys and your play-games! Grow up guys, for your own sake!”
She said in a tired voice.

We have grown up too much dear. I said in my mind.

“I don't want you talk about what she is gonna wear tomorrow. I want you to stop her from going to work tomorrow. That's it.”
“Ok, give me an idea then. ”
“You're free tomorrow, right? You can ask her accompany you to somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Wherever she can say no.”
“Shopping?”
“Maybe. But she must come. ”
“See will surely come. You have no idea how many times I've gone with her.”
“What if she suggests you to go shopping in the evening?”
“No chance. It's my damn choice when to shop. Let’s say I have a date tomorrow night, haha...”
She made me wonder if she had forgotten the existence of her husband.
“That's good. Thanks Ananya.”
“I don’t need your thanks, dear. I will visit you one day, very soon. And I will make you forget Meera one more time. You be ready to open the door like you did last time.”
She whispered.
“Sam hasn’t finished his bath yet?”
I inquired.
“He takes very long showers. He won’t come out any soon.”

I wondered if he’s also masturbating in shower.

“Then you go and join him... bye.”
“He is not that romantic. What to do?”
“Oh that's very sad. “

I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn't want to do it in an unfriendly way. Not today. I thought.

“You have nice ideas dear. Have you ever done this to Meera?”
Ananya was too much interested in whatever I said.
“In the shower? Yes, a couple of times. It’s fun.”
“Mmm... I am not surprised. I know now why you miss your girl this much.”
“You better remember it and please don’t spoil my plans...”
“I have had dreams about it you know, but unfortunately...”
“Really?”
“ How about me and you together in a shower, completely the nude... “
“Oh no... I am in the middle of the street, dear, I should quit.”
“Ok but we’ll soon have one good shower. It will be fun. Wow.”
“Bye. Don’t forget about Meera and call me when you get anything.”
She said okay and hung up. I let out a sigh and grinned.

What a woman. Sam must be very bad in bed for her. I thought.

Or is it that I was too good for her? I wondered later. She loved to be fucked by me. She wanted to spread her legs for me and lock me between them. The more I thought about it the more I became hard in my pants.
I felt I needed to get a shower ASAP.
******

By noon I had Ananya’s call.
“There’s nothing like you feared. She’s not working tomorrow. “
She said.

I was puzzled. Suddenly I felt blank, for something I was chasing no more existed.
She was just teasing me? To make me worry about it?

“She must have teased you. Anyways, I have asked her to come with me for shopping. And it's on you.”
“What?”
“This shopping is for you so whatever we spend, you should sponsor.”
“Oh, ok. Wish you all the best for your shopping. “
I said blatantly. However, I was relieved. So there was no saree. No fondling. No bending. No damn fucking in office this Saturday. I thought.

“After the shopping I will be very tired you know?”
Ananya was still there.
“Uh-huh?”
“I will need a shower. Are you ready?”

This woman never stops chasing me.
A young hot married woman in her better side of thirties, wearing right amount of plumpness in all the right areas, with a fair, glowing skin and a gorgeous smile, was chasing a single man whose only active part of body was his dick. It was not a common scenario. I didn't posses any great power to resist her charm.

"I’m ready for anything, baby." I said.

And she showed up at my door exactly at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
She had some meaty bags in her both hands as proof of the heavy shopping she had done with Meera. I was happy to see those bags.
“Where did you drop Meera?”
I asked as I bolted the front door.
“At her home, safe and sound. Happy now?”
“Thanks dear.”
I said.
She threw her bags on the couch and hugged me tight.
“Just thanks? No, it won’t do. “
She said and kissed me.

I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around her, and open my lips to welcome her kiss.

Little did I know, at the moment that my wife was just walking into her office - an empty office except for a cabin in which a man was impatiently waiting for her.
And she was wearing a saree.

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Chapter 46

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“It was very hot outside. See, how I'm sweating inside?”
Ananya complained.

She was still breathing hard to recover from the long kiss we had. I had the warmth of her soft lips and tongue sucked into my mouth. I had my hands behind her head, holding her face firmly into me, and had forced her moan 'mmm...mmm' towards the end of the kiss.

Still, when I finished it, she attempted no retreat and was actually pushing her lips more into me. Her eyes were screaming ecstasy.
“You must be tired. I'll bring you some juice.”
I began to walk into the kitchen.
“No, I don't want any juice.”
She touched my forearm, making me stop and stare at her.
“You don't want any juice?”
I asked with a mischievous smile.
She pulled her chin up and slightly pouted her lips.
“Of course, I want yours, handsome!”
She winked at me. Her voice was carrying enough affection to turn me on instantly.
I slowly pulled her close to me and wrapped my right hand around her over her light shade kurti.
“You'll soon have mine, Ananya.”
I was surprised at my own lecherousness.

Oh God. I thought.
I was no more in control.

In fact, I didn't mean to attempt to control myself. It had always been like that with Ananya. From the very first of our highly irregular flings, she was always the one who initiated it. But I can't say myself was ever victim.

I was partner in crime. I was equally sinful.
"I can't wait for that...mmm... But I want to have a shower first...”

She had clear plans.
“Shower? At this time?”
“No? Are you wanna enjoy my sweat?”
She had the cutest smile as she asked shyly and I laughed at her.
“Okay. And I've already have mine. But I won't mind another one.”
I said and swept her legs to fell her in my arms.
“Oh my God, seriously?”
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Yes. Seriously.”
I carried her to the washroom and pushed open its door.
“You've saved my wife from a crocodile. I should give you a shower, shouldn't I? A nice one...”
Her eyes remained on my face as I let her stand under the shower-head. I smiled at her.
“What?”
“Uh... Are you gonna open the shower?”
“What do you think?”
“What about my clothes?”
“What's wrong with these? We'll get it washed and dried later.”
“Oh no! I want to wear it when I go home.”
“You can wear new clothes, can't you?”
I suggested.
“No. I will wear these only.”
She pulled on her kurti as to assert her choice.
“Okay... let me take it off you. I will keep it safe. And dry too.”
I urged her, holding firmly on her shoulders.
She smiled embarrassingly, like a first time offender. I felt she was remorseful.
“What?”
I wondered.
“You know...uh... I can't believe this....”
“What?”
“ I mean...You have never been so enthusiastic with me... Are you doing this because I saved Meera?”
“ This is certainly not the right way to thank you for that...I know...”
“Then what is it?”
“ I don't know... you hot hotter than usual.”
I tried to smile she didn't.
“What... What happened? Will you tell me?”
I could see something wrong in her behavior. I had seen it since she had showed up at my door but it was more apparent only at the moment.

“Every time I have to force you. I always needed to pull you to bed to get what I want from you... how many times... I mean, how many times I’ve fantasized you when I was with Sam. You know I've had sex with many men... But the kind of intimacy I had found in you was never there in any of them. You submit yourself into me. You let me own you completely when you are with me... You make me feel in love with you for the shortest time we spent together... I have always thought if I were married to you I would rather die than think of cheating on you...”

She kept her hands on my chest and played with my buttons as she spoke.
“Are you still forcing yourself to all this?”
Her voice was coming from her heart. I felt.
I was trying to figure out where she was heading to and her last question was straight forward.
“Uh... No. I don't...”
Then I stopped.

Did you really wanna do this Krish?
I heard an inner question. I stared at her.

"I don't know Ananya but I can say I had regrets over it in the past. Every time. ”

I looked sideways as I finished.
I took my hands off her shoulder and stepped away from her. She just watched me move away and her face was filled with sadness.
“Krish I want to make you free from that regret... and do what you want to do in your life. I don't really want to make you sad... But I don't know better way to say this...”
She was struggling.

Is she falling in love with me? I wondered for a fraction of a second.
How stupid I was.

"Meera doesn't deserve you Krish. And she doesn't deserve your regret over me.”
Ananya was observing me carefully. I made no sound as I kept staring at her.

“She has nothing to give you. She has lost it to him, you know, her boss. ”
She revealed the huge surprise for me.

I kept my eyes on the silly woman and leaned back to find support on the washbasin cabinet behind me. She interpreted my face too-stunned-to-react to put up a basic human emotion. In fact, there was none, except for the confusion on how much Ananya knew of it.

Ananya however had mistaken my blank face as calmness before storm.
“Sorry Krish but it’s true. She told me just today.”
She said and we both maintained silence for a few seconds over it.
“How?”
I finally asked.
“And when?”
“3 weeks ago, in her office...”
“In her office?”
“Mmm... On a Saturday...”
Her voice bore all the possible pain of revealing such a painful truth to an innocent soul.

I turned back and faced the large mirror on the wall. At that moment I felt at so much ease that I wondered how the hell I was acting so splendidly in front of her. I felt two hands crawling from either sides of my body and Ananya's face pressing behind my shoulders.

“I am sorry Krish. But it's true.”
“Okay...”
I spoke slowly and faced her.
“I know it is painful Krish but you should think straight. Almost two years since your separation... You've been trying to be faithful to her. If you're not then I am the only one responsible for it. If I wasn't there you would still be waiting for her. And then when you know about what happened to Meera, or what she did to you, you would have felt horrible.”
“So you are saying you have saved me from that, huh?”
I suddenly found myself angry.

I felt she was making use of my failure. Wasn’t she?

"No... I didn't mean that. Please. I meant to say you should know where you are. There is no reunion. If you stop expecting a reunion, you will feel no regret. You are a free man, Krish.”

She had a huge point. I could see the connection.

Logically I was free. I had no one to stop me if I slept around with every girl I could get.
I could go fuck Ananya, Sheelu, Meghna, Nikita or whoever I wanted. Ananya had put it up for me loud and clear.
I had no one to stop me.

But no one could wake a man pretending asleep.

I was there to stop me. I wanted myself in a cage and I wanted Meera hold the key of it. Meera was correct. I was a cuckold. A cuckold never leaves his wife. He can't. Like sun sets in the West, he tends to his wife, no matter where she rises in the morning.

But one thing suddenly popped up in my mind. When Meera had told her about the little fun she had with Sunny, Ananya had kept it secret from me. It's been months since she knew of it. But when she knew of my wife’s ultimate betrayal with Das, she almost ran to me to tell me all about it.

However, I could see that Ananya's sad face was genuine. She's not enjoying to betray her best friend’s secret. I was starting to feel some kind of fondness toward her.

I smiled at her.
“Okay I understand. I don’t blame Meera either, for what happened; she's just a woman. I tried but unfortunately I failed, I guess....”
I tried to speak.
“It's okay. You'll soon feel better.”
She said.
“I feel better now.”
“That's good. Thank God you're okay.”
“Thank God I knew of this at least now. But I don't understand. Why in their office, how could they do that?”
I was just trying to sound and seem genuine.
“Yeah that's really risky, but not impossible....I know.”
“You know...? How?”
I gave her a suspicious look.
“No, I haven't done anything like that. But I know. I just know. And Meera told me everything. And please don't be angry at me, I have even enjoyed it.”
“What?”
“I told you, don't be...”
“Fuck! You guys are sick!”
I pushed her away pretending anger.

But inside I wanted to hear more. Only thing that stopped me from letting her tell what Meera had told her was the fear of being caught aroused by it.
I started to walk away from her.

“Krish! Stop!”
She said.
“Please stop...”
I stared at her.
“What's now?”
“Stay with me.”
“What for? To watch you take shower?”
“No... to have a shower with me...”
“No. No... See you outside...”
I began to leave.
She quickly turned the shower-head on. Water began to pour over her head. Traces of vermilion from her hairline got washed away in it.

“Please come back to me. “
She begged. She wasn't smiling at all. She was stubborn. I stood there helplessly, watching the water from the top of her head flowing all the way through her body. Her clothes were soaked to the skin in a few seconds. Her curves were revealed, inch by inch. I saw traces of her bra and navel under her kurti.

“If you walk out, I will follow you and jump over you.”
She threatened. I smiled now, and looked down.
“You!”
I mumbled and slowly walked to her, walked under the shower with her, letting myself equally drenched. She hugged me tight.
“I love you.”
I looked straight into her eyes and she repeated.
“I love you Krish, and I mean it.”
“You mean it, okay! But what do you mean by it?”
“I meant what I said. What, can't I love two persons?”
“Two? “
“Mmm.... You and Sam.”
I laughed.
“Okay. It's a new system. Are you gonna marry me too?”
“Don't laugh at my love. I have got feelings for you.”
She had started to unbutton my shirt. I felt good. I liked her tender fingers working delicately on my chest.
One by one, she undid all of them and spread my shirt sideways to reveal my skin. She ran her fingers down my chest and stomach. I felt loved.
“You are a wonderful woman Ananya.”
I couldn't stop me say. She smiled.
Her cute face with water running down on that smile made a beautiful picture. I wanted to kiss her immediately.
There was no need to stop anything. I leaned slightly and kissed her. She was waiting for it. As I sucked her lips along with a mouthful of water, her hands hurried around my shoulder to pull my shirt off me. I too began to pull up her kurti and she helped me do it easily. Her milky white skin appeared even more flawless in the water as I carelessly tossed the sodden clothe aside. I watched water running through her hair to her shoulder and then over her breasts. She unhooked her bra and pulled its straps aside to let it fall on the floor. She was gorgeously well-shaped. A few of the small streams from her neck danced downward to her breasts, until gathered at her nipples, and then made their way down.
She kissed me again on my lips, lightly and then knelt in front of me. I watched in wonder as she worked her hands on my cargo half trousers. My dick jumped out soon and swung in the air blatantly.

“It's saying me hi, isn't it?”
She looked at me. Her eyes were cute.
“Welcome him, baby.”
I said.
Water that felled on my dick was making its head glow more than it deserved, until she had her fingers around it. I just moaned.
“Say you love me.”
She commanded, with the entire naughtiness in the world gathering at her eyes.
I bit my lips.
“You own me, baby.”
“No! Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
I surrendered and laughed.
She too laughed, albeit very short. Water kept pouring over her and was disturbing her, but we were definitely enjoying it. She leaned forward and kissed me. She was going to do it. I anticipated and my dick twitched under the confinement of her firm grip.

She must have sensed it. She simply ignored it and swallowed its head. I let out a slight moan that got lost in the water.
Soon I found her sucking me so possessively that made me believe what she meant when she said she loved me. And I loved the way she sucked me deep, deep into the back of her throat.
I turned the shower-head half close to let her suck me undisturbed. I watched her soft lips forming a perfect O and moving it back and forth to let my dick tease her tongue continuously. She had made a rhythm that carried me to the edge of the world I had almost forgotten. I felt like I would cum any moment soon. I didn't want this end so early. I stopped her.

“Let's go to the bed.”
I wasn't breathing, if I remember.
She looked up, and licked along the bottom of my dick.
“Ooohhh...”
I sighed.
“No, I want this here.”
She said and got up.
She was adamant and began unbuttoning her jeans. I tried to help her, though she did it all herself. I knelt in front of her and pulled it all down, though leaving her panty just above her thighs, revealing her flower right in front of my face. She was freshly shaved and beautiful. I pushed the tiny clothe as well, down to her feet and she pulled her legs from it and kicked I away quite unceremoniously.
She had offered me her completeness. Mesmerized with her everything, I pressed my face into her. Into the center of her.

She let her legs split apart and raised her right thigh over my shoulder. I had better access; and I kissed between her.
“Huh.”
She hissed. The water flowed through her belly was falling to my face. As I slurped her pussy I got the taste of the water, albeit sweeter than it’s supposed to be.
She leaned back and closed the tap and then lifted her right thigh comfortably to let me reach her in inner lips.
As I pushed my tongue inside and chewed on her lips she moaned my name.
“Oh my Krish... ”
“Ohhhh...my god... ”
“Oh yes... awww...”
She kept moaning and my tongue work grew harder only. She was slippery and I just wanted to lick her clean. The more I tried, the more she melted. I prodded deeper into her until I sensed her body quivering from within.
“Hsss... ahhh...huh...”
She grabbed and pulled my hair. It hurt, yet I made no attempt to stop her.
“Kreeesh...”
She cried and patted twice on my head to let me know what she was going through. I opened my mouth and sucked more into her hole. It was getting harder for her to bear. My tongue was dancing.
Suddenly there was more water. More wetness. I madly slurped it all. She struggled to bring her breath back into the normal. When I finally took my mouth away from her and looked up into her eyes she bent forward and my pinched on my cheeks lovingly.

“Krish... I love you so much Krish... “
She hugged me and almost made me fall on the floor. Well, we managed to sit on the floor, with our ass on the wet floor. We shared a laugh.
Then she kissed me again.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
She whispered.
“It’s my pleasure. You want it here or...”
“I want it here... you know how I want it?”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to bend me over the washbasin here and do it from behind me...”
My eyes grew wide she noticed it.
“I want it please... you know that's how Meera had given in to Das in their office... Over his desk...”
I was stunned. Actually I was amazed to see how my life was giving her life new meanings.
“She told you this?”
“Will you be angry?”
She has scared.
“No. Certainly not. If I'm angry too, that will be at her, not at you. But I am trying to move away from her. So tell me.”
She believed me.
“Ok. She told me how they had done it...”
“How they had done it? I mean, wasn’t there anybody?”
“No, it was a Saturday. Everybody had left everyone had left and Meera was the last one. He had called her into his cabin. Actually she knew he would be expecting her. But she hadn't thought that he would do it right there. ”
“He did force her?”
“No... It wasn't a bang. He kissed and hugged her... again kissed her all over her body... And then... You know. Then she was...”
“Yeah I got it. She gave in, right? And?”
“And then he made her... I mean he touched her between her legs. First over the clothes and then...”
I merely nodded my head.
“Are you sure you wanna hear it all?”
I nodded again.
“Every bit of it.”
“Okay... And then he made her touch his thing... And she touched...”
“She held him?”
“Mmm. She did, and she jerked him a few times. Then he asked her if she liked it.”
“She said yes?”


I immediately thought I shouldn’t have asked it.
“Yeah, she said that; and he then bent her over his desk and pulled down her... She was wearing a dress, so he just pulled down her panty...”

“And didn’t she... didn’t she object?”
I asked with hesitation.
“Yes... But she was enjoying it when he was... you know, when he was inside her... She told me that. She wasn't expecting it so much good but it was far better than what she had thought.”
“Better than me?”
“No... No... Definitely no. I mean, I haven’t asked her, I am assuming it from what I know of you.”
She must be flattering me, I thought. I though said nothing.
“What she meant was he was surely better than her own expectations...”
“At first you said she wasn't the expecting he wouldn't do it...”
“She said she wasn't expecting it in his office.”
“So she was already waiting for it...”
“I don't know. I have not asked her. But as far as I know, everybody has dreams like the one I had about you. She must have had it. She must have had dreams about him. That’s why she let it happen so easily.”
“But he is an old man after all.”
“I have had sex with a 50 year old. It was fun.”
“You know you should think twice before you say such things to someone.”
“That's the fun with this; I can say anything to you and still be happy.”
“Yeah that's a privilege when you are fucking your hubby's is best friend.”
She laughed.

“So are you convinced or what?”
“What?”
“To bend me over there...”
I smirked at her.
“Do it and give me what I deserve, my darling... See your thing is so hard I can't wait to feel it inside me.”
“You want to tell my wife's cheating story and make me fuck you out of my frustration, huh?”
She was taken aback by my reply.
“Really do you think that way?”
She was serious.
“No, I know you love me Ananya. You have feelings for me.”
I said. She knew I was acting sarcastic.

She smiled and kissed me again to bring me back to her. This time she was sucking my lips and she pulled me up to stand on my feet. My manhood was sticking out in the air, almost parallel to the ground. She led me nearer to the washbasin and turned her back to me.
“I think I will come very soon.”
I said.
“You sucked me too good. I guess.”
I was lying. There was better reason for my excitement.
She just smiled to me through the mirror and leaned forward, pushing her ass to me.
I watched her round plump ass like Das had mentioned about Meera. I saw her canal from behind. I stood behind her and rubbed my dick into her ass crack slowly.

“I am going to stick it into your backdoor to Ananya. You have a perfect, perfect one.”
I said in ecstasy.
“Oh my God... you will make me cry.”
“But you are gonna love it, for sure.”
I had placed myself into her entrance. She was drenched inside and as I pushed inside forcefully she let out a short moan.

I pulled myself halfway back and pushed again, swiftly.
“Awwww...”
She hissed. Her hairs fell into the washbasin with my third push.
“Krish... Oh my....”
“Are you ok, my baby?”
“Mmm...”
She moaned.
“It's tough to stand like this... But it’s okay...Huh...”
She pulled up her hair from the wash basin and looked at me in the mirror.
Well, that was just the beginning. She tried to hold at the edge of the cabinet in the beginning, but when I had my way into the deepest of her hole, she lost control of everything. I drove my dick slowly and passionately into her, and she was forced to rest herself on top of the cabinet. She grabbed on to the metal tap with her left hand.

“Oh my god... ”
“Krish...”
“Huh...”
She kept moaning.
I heard nothing and plunged deeper into her, reaching all the right places. I leaned forward and grabbed her breasts softly. Then I ran my tongue along the center of her back. She giggled.
“You feel so good honey.”
I said.
She moaned in a tired voice as I explored the smooth skin at her back with all my love and affection.
“Do you want more of it baby?”
“Mmm...”
She didn't spoke a word. She was again on the verge of another collapse. I corrected my posture upright and then unleashed a final assault into her core. I held my hand tight around her waistline and they pumped faster and deeper into her, hitting my groin behind her ass continuously.
“Mmmm...”
“Oh my...”
“ohhhh...”
“mmm...”
“eeee...”
She cried soon, and ended up almost screaming.

I was too beyond my limit I knew. I let it go. I delivered a few final thrusts into her and burst my load with a struggled groan.
“Huhh...”
The joy of filling her deep hole with my warm juice was better than ever. The joy of emptying it into her wet lands in short jerks.
“It‘s so good. Oh my baby... it is so good. ”
I panted.

Moments later as I pulled myself out of her she quickly turned to me and hugged me tight. She kissed me all over my face. Her eyes were wet. I noticed.
She took a break and breathed.

“Forget Meera... please make me yours, please. I don't want Sam... I want you Krish... I love you...”
I was learning more of women psychology. And the more I learnt, the more I became confused.

I learnt that sometimes women do not think it logically. But I couldn’t learn why. And I feared it.
If Meera too could think this way, she would really fall in love with Das.
They don't really think about the lack of possibility. They just love, and they chase it.
My face paled in a second.

[sarit11]

Chapter 47

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“So what are you gonna do now?”

Ananya asked.

We were sitting on the couch, both comfortably dressed in new, dry clothes. I had just put her wet clothes for drying.
“What I am gonna to do?”
I looked her in doubt.
“Aren’t you gonna confront her?”

That option hadn't even crossed my mind. She was now thinking the most logical way.
I was the husband who 'just' knew how his wife had sex with her boss. I was expected to be angry. I had to confront my wife.

“Yeah, but what will I tell her about how did I come to know?”
I reasoned.
I obviously didn't want to confront Meera. Firstly, it's a long gone chapter in our lives. There's no point in suddenly coming up with this whole new confrontation shit.
Next, in Meera's eyes, I had never been so friendly with Ananya that she would easily leak Meera's secrets to me. If I confronted Meera about it now, she would easily make out who's behind it. Meera coming to know Ananya's betrayal wasn't really my concern, but why I'm confronting her like a stupid at this moment will definitely give rise to unwanted suspicions.
Meera would even make out there something fishy between me and Ananya; something that prompted Ananya to betray her best friend.
“You tell her anything you feel, but you shouldn't let her ask you how you came to know...”
“Of course she will doubt you...”
“Let her doubt. That's natural. I will handle that!”
“How?”
“I will deny it.”
“Will she believe?”
“I will tell her I have nothing to do with it. Why would I tell you about something that she kept so secret from even me for so long? She's my best friend. You and I have nothing going on between us. Why would I tell anything to you? My friend is Meera, not you, are you?”
She raised her eyebrows slightly.

“And if you confront her later, I won’t be able to defend myself like this... see, she told me this thing in the morning, there’s no way I will straightaway run to you to spill the beans to you. It’s too convenient to believe, isn't it? But if you delay it, the case will be different.”

What I feared was exactly her strength.
The world was becoming stranger to me. Very hard to understand and mingle with.

I tried to make deeper calculations in my small mind on how to avoid this bad move.
“What is left there to ask her, Ananya? I don't really want to talk to her...”
“You will definitely do it later Krish... I know you will definitely do. And I told you, if you do it now I won't be doubted much; and if you do it later, I can’t escape.”
“Come on Ananya.”
“Listen to me Krish. You will have to confront her, right now.”

I was in deep trouble. I looked up and saw the clock hanging on the wall.
A few minutes ago, I was sticking my hard thing into the deepest hole of this woman. And now she is giving it back. I thought.

“I don't really have courage to do it."
I finally said.
“What?”
“I have just made love to you. I have just cheated on her. I can't really blame her cheating on me.”

Ananya rested her eyes on me for a moment. I thought I had found a reason to stop her.
I chose to look away from her.

“That you can blame upon me. It's not your fault. I seduced you.”
“In her case too, Das seduced her...”
“But she had enjoyed, she told me clearly about it, that she had enjoyed having sex with him.”
“I too have enjoyed it with you...”
“Stop it!”
Ananya pressed her palm across my mouth.
“Stop talking about me. You must forget about me for some time and face your wife.”
Her eyes penetrated deep inside me. I feared if she would read my mind.
She was almost leaning on me.
“Okay, but what should I say?”
I surrendered.
“You ask her if she remembers you. You tell her, that you’ve been waiting for her, for her return. And you ask her why did she choose her boss over you, you ask her why did she made so big deal about your one night stand with an old friend’s widow...”

Not in this world I could ask my wife these things.

“Come on Ananya, try to understand...”

“Shut up and pick up your phone. Right now!”
Ananya took the phone from the table and handed it to me. My heartbeats were escalating. The moment my shaking hand unlocked the mobile, Ananya snatched it back from me.
“I will make the call for you. Remember, you never mention my name."
She warned.
"Let’s say you heard it from somewhere else, let's say you have a friend who is also a friend of Das, let’s say Das told him about it and that’s how you ultimately knew it.”
She poured in ideas.
I tried to grab the mobile back from her.
“Come on Ananya... why are you getting so personal?”
I asked out of desperation.

She stared at me for a second and then jumped on me.
She jumped on me and sat on my lap with her knees at either sides. Next thing I knew was her mouth over mine. It was a big open mouth kiss. I was completely done to death.

Somebody once told me women can be dangerous. How true!

“It's all personal now. You are my personal matter now.”
Ananya whispered. I hesitated to lick the wetness of her saliva from my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair.
She was being lovely. I was being burnt.

“Please talk to her Krish, finish it now.”
Ananya said in a soft voice.
I nodded. She sat back and dialed Meera on the phone. She put it on the speaker mode and waited. As it rang for the first time, she quickly handed it to me.
“Talk!”
She said without making any sound.

Hell. I said in my mind and waited.
Let it happen. I will face whatever follows.
I tried to assure myself.

On the sixth or seventh ring, the call was attended.

“Mr. Menon, she’s a bit busy. Call after sometime...”
I heard a voice. It wasn’t Meera but a man. And I recognized the voice instantly.

Das. And he was breathing heavily.

“What?”
The word I was gone out of my mouth unintentionally.
“We are in my office dude... Will talk to you later.. Huhh!”
The call was cut right away, but I still caught that ‘huhh’ grunt clearly.
And I thought I heard more sounds in the background. Meera.

The phone fell off my grip and I looked at Ananya. Her mouth was left open, eyes still.

Darkness was coming. And there was nowhere to hide.

[sarit11]

Chapter 48

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“Do you know him?”
Ananya asked.
I didn’t hear her.
“How is Meera still with him?”

I almost yelled at her.
“I don't know. I can't really believe this... It's not possible...”
“Not possible? It’s happening... Tell me the truth Ananya; did you really leave her at her home or at his office?”
“ What? Don't you believe me?”
“ Why would I believe you? Tell me... She is still exactly where he wanted her. And did you hear that sound. He’s bloody fucking her... He is...”
I paused. It was not that I was exhausted.
But I had gotten a sudden jerk in my trousers. I was getting hard.
I couldn't believe it. I was beyond my control, again.



Well, there was nothing left to control.
The fact that Meera was getting fucked by him in his office was growing in my unconscious mind and I was being ruled by it.
‘ I am a bit busy...’
His voice echoed in my ears. The sight of Meera lying on his desk with her face down flashed before my memories. I imagined Meera struggling to bear his force, as he pounded her from behind her. I melted like ice and I wanted to see her instantly.



“I have done nothing wrong. I thought she would stay at home. I didn't expect this... Please believe me Krish...”
Ananya touched my hand to bring me back to reality.
“I don't know what to do now... I don’t see anything that can be done now...”
I looked at her.
“I am sorry Krish.”
She was sad.

“Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I believe you. I was just angry at myself....”
I said a few minutes later.
She sat closer and rubbed her palms over my wrist, as if to convert me. I just sat steady.
“But I don't understand. He knew you. Did you know him personally? “
That was the question which was dreading me. I realized instantly.

I was getting naked in the middle of a huge crowd. My identity of a husband who liked his wife getting fucked by other men was about to be unearthed. The fact that I knew everything about Das and his relation with Meera and ultimately myself was being uncovered. I was about to get stripped of my pride as a social being. I foresaw everything in a second.

No. I shook myself inside to gather what was left of my consciousness.
I had to come up with stories to cover me. I knew.

More lies.

“He... he knows me... as a friend of Meera. He... He had once spotted me with Meera somewhere, a few weeks ago. She had told him that I am a friend.”
“She introduced to you to him as a friend?”

She had found something to hang on.
“Yes. “

“She is sick. See, she was playing games with you. You should have caught her right there.”
I nodded and wiped my face.
“But how the hell he dared to tell you so openly that he is fucking her? Why he is showing it off to you?”
“I don't know...”
I tried to appear clueless.
“I have no idea what she must have fed into him. Perhaps... she might have told him that I am after her... like I am a stalker or something... which is true, isn’t it?”

“No... I feel something different. He must have known who you are.”
“No way, he is not aware. “
“How can you be so sure?”
“Do you believe he would speak to me like this if he knew? he would definitely try to hide it from me.”
Ananya shook her head slowly.
“Yeah that's true. “
She believed me.
“That is not my concern. But Meera...”
I was changing the target intentionally. I didn’t want her think more about me.
“You still have concern for her?”

She was annoyed.
“Move on, Krish. Please move on. You have nothing to do with her. She has become his now.”
I stared at her for a moment and agreed.
“You are right. Yeah. It is time, I know. But it’s tougher than it should be.”
“You know he always wanted her. he was always behind her. And now he has her. Not only once. First one can be called an accident. But this one is not. It proves that she wants him. I am sure they will soon have more of it. In many places...”
“Many places...?”

“Mmm... Like his flat... his friend’s flat... or a hotel room... even a parking space is enough. He will grab every opportunity to....”
“To fuck her.”
I completed her.
She was absolutely right. He had taken her to the hotel room, his house and his ‘friend’s flat’. What is left, a parking space?
That was too was almost a past thing.


I remembered that day when Meera told me about the blowjob she gave him in a parking area. That also reminded me of the kiss I had with her right after that. It still sent a shiver through my spine. Her lips were so crushed that day. She would do the same to him today too, as they have all the time. I thought.


“Holy shit.”
I grunted.
“What happened?”
“As we are talking he must be shoving himself into her. I can't live this moment. I feel like I needed to drink. “
I looked away in despair.

“Can’t you forget her, Krish?”
She asked softly.
“I want to. But I am not able to. I feel like dead.”
“Oh really. Let me make you alive then...”
She said and kissed me.
I sat like too stunned to react at first as she circled her arms around me and pressed herself more into me. She sucked my lips and her kiss was very rough. She was eating my lips. I had a hundred questions to throw at her but only thing I could do was to embrace her soft body.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I thought she consumed my breath too.
Soon we were making out madly in the couch. I pulled up her T-shirt and kissed on her breasts. She sat up facing me with her knees apart at either sides of my thighs and took off her bra. The new one. She had just bought it during her shopping. She rose further and let her globes reach my mouth at its height. She was feeding me and I sucked on them like a man possessed.

“Ohhhh... My Krish...”
She moaned.
She cupped her palms under her milky globes and shoved one into my lips.
“Suck me. Eat my nipple.”
She was turning me into greedy as hell.
I sucked her teats while crushing them as a whole with my both hands. She leaned more on me, pushing me further back into the couch, in an attempt to dominate me completely.
She was turning herself wilder and I just had to let her. She had begun to swivel her ass on my lap.
“Oh my Krish... I love you... let me give you all I have...”
She blurted.

Her voice carried vibrations from ecstasy.


I looked up and tried to kiss her.
She kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
“I will give you more than what she could give her boss...”
She whispered.
“Mmm...”
“Let him take her to his office every Saturday... I will come for you Saturday and Sundays. I will be in your bed; however you want... your wish...”
“Mmm... “
“You want that, don’t you?”
“Mmm... I want it baby.”
“You love me?”
“Mmm... I love you...”

I thought Meera’s face flashed in my mind. Why every time Ananya quotes her name I remember her face? It weakens me. It kills me. It keeps alive something in me.

“You are mine... Meera can’t have you now... you belong to me. You are my dream... this is my dream...”
Ananya rained more. Still the she couldn’t wash away Meera’s face from my mind. What she was claiming to be seemed to have exactly the opposite effect in my mind. I knew what was my dream.

“Mmm my lady...”
I moaned in memory of Meera.
My hand had gone under her skirt. She had no panties. Her ass cheeks and its softness, smoothness seduced my fingers. I searched nothing in them yet found everything. She ran her fingers through my hair and again kissed me with more love and affection. Her tongue invaded my mouth like she would let my dick would do to her.

Then came a moment when my teeth behaved a bit too hard on her lips.
“Mmm... ouch.”
She gave me a small slap across my face. A light one. Not even close to the one Meera gave me a couple of weeks ago.
Why I am still remembering things associated with her? I wondered.

I sensed my dick jerking inside my trousers.
“Ananya . I want to fuck you every time I remember her face.”

I blurted out.
“Mmm..... Is that your revenge?”

She was interested to pick it up.
“Yes.”
“Then I welcome that...”
She said and slid off my lap. I was well aware of what was to come. I stood up and let my trousers drop to the floor. The moment I sat down, Ananya bent to me and grabbed my hard rod. Its round head was wet with precum.

She jerked me a couple of times, and my precum spread into her fingers. I was too horny to wait any more.
“Sit on me, baby...”
I moaned.
She was happy to oblige.

She rose on her knees and sat on my lap, her legs split.
I just glided my shaft into her. She was all soaked inside. I could see she was hornier than me.
“Am I better than her?”
She placed her hands on my shoulders.
“Are you competing?”
She laughed.
Neither of us bothered about her skirt. She still had it around her waist. Everything was hidden from our sight but as soon as she began moving up and down, I could feel it perfectly.

My dick was going exactly where it wanted.
“Aaah... aaah...”
I gasped with each of her jump.
I could feel each of my inches invading into her body.
“You are dripping...”
I commented.
She blushed.
“I can’t help...”
"It feels great..."
She put her arms around my neck to get even closer and started grinding me rhythmically.
It was awesome. She was so awesome.
I caught her eyes with mine and kept her riding me. She smiled. She noticed the spark in my eyes.

“What are you looking at like this?”
She asked.
“You are a wonder, Ananya.”
I said.
She smiled again and simply licked around my lips. She was turning dirtier.
“Mmm... I liked it.”
I said.
“You want more?”
“Mmm... more dirty. I want you be dirtier.”
I whispered.
She licked me more and made my lips and face wet with her saliva. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her flesh roughly. She pressed herself more to me as if to escape from my light assault, and my dick had more fun invading her deepest.

“You have your eyes on my ass...”
I heard her murmur.
“True...”
“One day... I am gonna let you have it...”
“mmm... how exactly are you gonna let me have it?”
“How do you wanna have it?”
“You tell me, baby...”
“Mmm... huh... I’m gonna let you take me from behind me...”
“Tell me more...”
“My backdoor... I will let you put your thing inside it...”
“Ohh my... tell me more... “
“No... then it’s up to you...”
“You wanna know how I am gonna do it?”
“Yes...”
“It’s gonna hurt...”
“No problem...”
“You will cry...”
“No I won’t.”
“Not even when I push it deep inside you?”
“No, I will manage.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, next time...”
Her mouth was wide open as she breathed.

Her breath was turning heavier with her movements. She was riding me perfectly and she was way quicker to reach her heights this time.
“Yesss... yesss....”
“Oh my god...”
She cried soon. And I felt her body throb from inside. She strangled my neck tightly and pushed herself more into my groin. She suppressed a wild moan and kissed me once it all settled. She pushed my head backward and rubbed her both lips into my mouth.
As I opened my mouth, she knew what I wanted. I loved her warm saliva flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it all and kissed her.

“You know it’s her loss. “
She breathed into my ears and hugged me.
“I love you. “
She kept moaning in a tired voice.
“Are you okay Ananya?”
I asked.
“Yes, please let me lie down here.”
She glided of my thighs and lay on the couch, with her legs apart.
“Give me yours, Krish.”

She extended her hands to me.
She wanted me to give her more of what I could. In no time, I was on top of her, devouring her lips. As I pressed my both hands on the couch, she grabbed my dick and guided it into her.

"Give it to me Krish. Give me harder than you’ve ever given to her..."
She asked. Her voice was torn. She was sedated by lust. Yet she had more understanding with what she wanted.
I pushed down into her and she let out a gasp.

“Oh yes. Like that. Huh.”
She teased.
I pushed again, and again, and went on to pound deep into her. She threw her left leg on the air and let the other one on the floor. I pushed harder and deeper, making the couch cry.

“Make me your wife today. Make me yours...”
She cried and looked at me lovingly.
She had surrendered to me like Meera never did.
“You are mine baby, huh...”
I grunted.
I was closer.
And my eyes spoke it to her.
“Yes. Yes. Give it to me Krish. Huh.”
She kept crying madly.
“Forget Meera. Make me yours.”
The more she asked me to forget Meera, the more I was remembering of her, until I was hugely obsessed with her. For a fraction of a second, I felt I was on top of Meera. My Meera. My woman.

I wanted to stay there, with her.
“Aaahh...”
I was beyond my point of return and exploded right there. I started to cum, spraying yet another load of my warm juice into my friend's wife, straight into her womb. At least I felt so. I was gasping for breath, and unloading myself in short jerks, and I pushed into the deepest of her hole.
This is it. The pleasure. I thought.

Well, I was wrong. As soon as the flow was done and my breathing was back, I longed for more. Wanting more.
Only one woman could satisfy my hunger... My mind’s hunger.

But I was exhausted indeed; I closed my eyes and lowered my face down on the couch behind her ear, rubbing my face onto her hair.
I heard my phone ringing then, and I was too tired to care for it.
Well, it was a hand’s reach for Ananya and she grabbed it easily. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was smiling at the mobile screen, making me wonder what’s so funny about it.
Then she answered the call.

“Meera, he’s a bit busy now. Call after sometime.”


I was struck with a lightening jolt.
“Who’s this? Hello... Ananya?”
I heard Meera’s voice from the other end.
“Yes I am with him, in his house. He’ll talk to you later.”
Ananya said and cut the call.
I felt my dick losing its strength and life, all of a sudden, and pulling itself back from her. And I was being pulled beyond existence.

[sarit11]

Chapter 49

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I was on my feet in a second.

“What have you done?”
I almost screamed.
“I gave a reply she deserved.”
“What reply? This is your reply? Don’t you know the consequences?”
“Yeah I know but this was more important. She deserved it.”
Ananya was unfazed.
“That wasn’t good, Ananya.” I blurted.

Meera would now know of my affair with Ananya and she would now have one more reason to hate me. I thought. I had just had a dream of her. And it was so great while it lasted. It was destroyed unbelievably quickly. Even those dreams would now cease to happen in my lonely life. I feared.

And Meera would sure tell Mr. Das everything. He would know who I was. She would tell him what I was. She already has a name for me. Cuckold.

Would he enjoy hearing all that? Would he tease me and laugh at me when he sees me next time? I suddenly remembered Sam. And I quickly realized the thought of facing Sam was more dreaded than facing Mr. Das. I died a little when I thought of Meera telling Sam about this.

“What if Meera tells Sam about it?”

I couldn’t stop worrying.
“That will be foolish.”
Ananya said.
Her confidence amused me.
“She’ll have to tell about her deal with Das also. Then I can defend myself easily.”
“How?”
“I will say, like...”
She paused a moment to think before continuing.
“...Like I was just making up this to her to reply angrily, you know how we should play it out. I was here to tell you how she is cheating on you with her boss. Then you called her, to confront her, only to be answered her phone by Mr. Das, and the things he told you were unforgivable. You were angry so was I. That why, when she called you back I grabbed it and answered it. I just meant to give a tad reply for her gruesome act.”
Ananya laid out her plans.

It was quite relieving for me to hear. There was still hope.


There suddenly appeared an escape route for me; an undo button.
“We can project this same story to Meera too, can’t we?”

I was a stupid as well as desperate. Ananya looked down on me.

“Do you still want to make her feel better? What she did to you, what he said to you can’t be undone. Why do you want this to be undone?”
“We’re complicating things, Ananya. If we clear all the doubts from her, it will be safe for us...”
“Move on, Krish. That’s how you can get back your sleep...”
She suggested firmly.
I didn’t reply. I felt she was right.

We collected our clothes from the floor and the couch, and wore them. We visited washrooms too.


“I am really impressed. You are fearless.”
I said later.
“If you were fearless like me, you wouldn’t have lost Meera.”
She said. I stared at her.
“Don’t take me wrong. You are sweet actually. That’s why it hurts you the most, so much regret that you let her go. The fact is that she was the one moved away from you. It takes some tough and forced measures to stop someone like that.”
She preached. I merely nodded as if I understood everything she said.

I still had doubts.
“What if Sam ever finds out?”
“He will never know. You have to believe, if you want to live peacefully.”
She was cold.
“How?”
“Don’t worry, Krish. Because I think Meera won’t tell him anything in the first place. For that she will have to come up with hell of a back story to support her allegations. She has no proof other than my own statement. I can deny it easily, and she isn’t a fool.”
I now believed her. I chose to believe.
I shook my head. She smiled as she finished convincing me.

Right at the moment, the phone rang again.

This time, it was her phone. She checked it and turned it to me. Her smile had vanished and her face became pale.
“It’s Sam.”

She said.
I was speechless.
She took a long breath and attended the call.
“Hello...”
I just sat like a statue, staring at her. Blow after blow, I was being hammered by my destiny. I felt I had no moves but all the stakes in this game.

Sam’s call lasted only for two minutes.

Well, perhaps the whole world was corrupt. Unfaithful.

I don’t have anything else to justify how fortunate I felt at that moment. Sam wasn’t calling her to confront her. He had no idea about his wife’s escapades with his friend. He had no idea about her whereabouts either. He assumed she was home. And all fine.
He just wanted to inform her that he wouldn’t make it home for the night.
I let out a ling sigh of relief and lay back in the couch. Ananya smiled at me.
“See, there’s nothing to worry.”
“For now.”
“Believe me Krish. “
“I do believe you. I don’t have any choice.”
I said.
We were quite relaxed after that. I collected her clothes from the drier and she made tea for us.
“I’ve slept with you many times, but it is first time I am having tea made by you.”

I joked.
“You like it?”
“It’s very good.”
She was standing in the kitchen with her back against the side cabinets. And she was smiling at me.
“You seem to have something in your mind.”
I said.
“Yes. Do you have any idea?”
“No. And I think you should leave.”
“Are you getting bored of me? So early?”
“I can say I’m tired, but never bored.”
I pulled a plastic chair from the corner and sat on it, sipping the tea.
“By the way, I am worried about the things you told me about Sam... “
“Oh that... I just spoke my fantasies. You can leave it like that.”
“I thought they were real.”
“Well, I don’t certainly like the way he makes love to me. He doesn’t respect my feelings in the bed. Whether I like it or hate it is never his concern. Rest of all are okay especially the freedom he gives me. Well you don’t have to think so deep about us.”
“But next time you are gonna fantasize even more...”
“Maybe...”
She blushed.
“...Don’t you have fantasies?”

My fantasies. I sighed.

You better never know me.

“Mmm... There it is. Tell me.”

She kept her cup aside and walked up to me with her shining eyes.
“Why so hurry? You’ll know when it’s time.”
She kept her eyes on mine, and never let me look away.
“You know, I have a basic idea about what could be your fantasies...”
“That’s interesting. Tell me then...”
She giggled slightly, and bit her lips.
“Are you pretending to be innocent?”
I teased.
She pinched my cheek.
“OK. I think... you like to be... mmm... dominated, sometimes... I mean woman on top. “
I thought she was right.
“Is that it?”
“No. Of course not. There are more things attached to it. Can I sit in here?”
She eyed my thighs. I didn't believe in the strength of the plastic chair, but I didn't want to mention it. Girls hate everything that put blame on their body weight.
“Uh... I am not finished my tea.”
“I will finish it.”
She grabbed my cup and finished what was left at the bottom of it. In a second, the cup was on the side cabinet and she was on my lap, facing me. I leaned back on the chair carefully. I felt her warm breath on my face again.
“Is this one of your fantasies?”
I asked.
“Yes. You are ticking most of my list...”
She put her arms around my neck.
“You seem to have a long list...”
“I do. “
“Is there anything you think I can't fulfil?”
“Yes.”
“Really? What is it?”
“It’s a really stupid one. I don’t want to do it actually. But I like to fantasise.”
“Okay, I won’t force you. Tell me.”
“My biggest one is the craziest one also. I cannot tell you.”
“Why?”
“I am afraid it will piss you off...”
“Does it have anything to do with me?”
“No; not at all.”
“Then I wouldn’t mind. You can tell me. If it’s really crazy, well, I hope it is...”
“Are you gonna be up again?”
“Maybe...”
“You know I want to stay with you tonight. This is one night for us. I will own you completely. Tonight I am gonna make bed for you. And I am gonna lie down in your arms. We’ll kiss and cuddle the whole night; and a lot more than that...”
She snuggled more into me and rubbed her nose against my cheek. She was lovely. I turned my face slightly and planted a light kiss on her mouth.

“It’s dangerous, Ananya.”
“No, he’ll never know.”
“No, it’s not him. It’s us. We shouldn’t be so close.”
“Are you afraid of falling in love with me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know you don’t have to love me. You just need to behave yourself to me, and I can see love in you. I can find bits of love in your touches, your eyes, breathing and every gesture, and I can be happy. All a woman need is subtle gestures, Krish, not blatant verbal declarations that she is loved.”
“Then why Meera left me?”
I asked.
“...Because she never understood your love; she might have wrong definition of love. That’s why she left you for silly reason.”
“The reason she quoted was silly; but there were enough reasons.”
“How long will you bleed for it, Krish?”

She didn't seem pissed off. She was talking with all the calmness in the world.
She touched around my face tenderly. I could see each and every bit of perfections and imperfections of her face, and I felt myself falling for them with each passing moment. She was winning me over.


“So are you gonna let me stay tonight?”
She asked.
“What are we gonna do?”
That’s how I relented.
“I want to spend more time with you; nice and real. I want to cook for you. I want to know your habits. Your likes. Your personal moments. I want to watch you when you are you. I want to make bed for you; I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake up in your bed. I want to have morning kiss from you.”
She went on, until I realised how helpless I was.

Woman can be magic. Someone had told me. How true.

“Do you love me?”

My voice was soft as ever.
“Don’t ask. “
“Why?”
“We are talking with our heart. If I say the truth, you will take me seriously and complicate things.”
I got what she meant to say.
“If you keep talking like this, I will end up murdering my friend for his wife.”
“You have very bad fantasies.”
She ridiculed me.
“It’s not my fantasy; just pray it’s not my destiny as well.”
I said.
“Come on let’s go to the hall. Let’s go to the sofa.”
She suggested.
We walked into the hall and I played some music.
“We’ll have a drink, later. “
I said. She nodded.

Back in the couch I went back to her fantasy again.
“I am really curious.”
I confessed.
“It’s really crazy, and stupid; and cruel too. But it’s only in my mind. I don't want it happen in real life. But you know, when I... uh... you know, when I think about it, it becomes the biggest turn-on...like hell...”
She wasn’t really comfortable to talk it openly and it made her seem an absolute cute. I let her snuggle into me and wrapped my arms around her.
“We don't have to make all our fantasies true. Some should remain a fantasy. It’s best that way.”

I said, wondering what she had in her mind.
“This one is exactly that one. You know, it’s about...making love to someone else...in my house, in my bed; with someone else...”
“You already have that, with me, don't you remember?”
I interrupted. In my mind I had already rated her craziest fantasy as mediocre.
“No... Not like that... in my fantasy, I do it when Sam is watching.”

Right there she had dropped a bomb.
I wondered what is happening actually.
No matter how many varieties of mangoes you can find, one thing remains the same. The seed inside. You don’t know how they taste like, but you shall sure know they are all the same.

I had read in a recent article. It seemed stupid then. Then.

I had never thought about other people's fantasies.
I had never discussed with anyone about their or my fantasies before Ananya. I suddenly felt all the people in this world could be just like me. Everyone can have fantasies. Their dirty secrets. When one hears about another’s fantasy, he can't laugh at the latter; because he could have been nurturing a dirtier one.
Ananya was making me feel better, unintentionally.
“Oh my god. That’s really... you surely don’t wanna do it.”

I said for the sake of saying something with the flow of our conversation.
“It’s my cruelest fantasy. I don’t want that happen, ever.”
“What do you think his reaction would be like?”
“No, I don’t have him reacting to it. He just watches it. He is not forced to watch it.”
“Then what is in it for him?”
“My pleasure...”
“Your pleasure?”
I asked, pretending surprised, though I had a basic idea about what she meant.
“In my fantasy, I reserve the maximum fun, don’t I? So he watches me having fun. His joy is to see me completely satisfied by whoever I am with; like you.”
“It’s a really good fantasy.”
I said. And I meant it.

I suddenly thought of Meera in a couch, with Das on top of her. She was moaning in pleasure, as he humped into her in brutal force. I knew she would be completely satisfied.

And I knew I would be hard again.
“I am becoming hard again, down there, Ananya.”
I confessed. Her eyes sparkled again.
“I thought it would piss you off because it is very cruel from the husband’s point of view...”
“It’s cruel but it’s also the hell crazy.”
I decided to behave bold.
“You fantasy is to make love to, let‘s say me, when Sam is watching us, huh?”
I asked again.
“Yes.”
“You’ll sure get us killed.”
I said.
No, I thought instantly. I never killed my wife. She had had a sex with many guys right in front of my eyes. Well, at least in my presence; and she was left to live.

Liar. I thought myself.
“True.” Ananya said, “That’s what makes it so crazy. “

There was a small spark in what she had just said.

“What?”
“I mean he shouldn't like it. He shouldn't enjoy watching it.”
She said.
“What if he enjoys the show?”
“No that's not what I want in my fantasy. I instead see him not liking it, yet sitting there to see how far I would go, and expecting me to stop myself at some point. At first a kiss, then undressing, and then holding a man’s, yes yours... your this thing in my hand...“
She touched my dick as she spoke and I was helplessly hard. And I was not ashamed of it.
I put my hand inside my trousers and pulled it outside once again.


“Hold it... yes... “
Her eyes shone and she grabbed it instantly.
“He wouldn't like it for sure.”
I said. My dick throbbed in the confinement of her fingers.
“And he would want me to stop kissing it.”
Saying so, she bent forward and kissed me right where I wanted.

I moaned.
“Huh... are you gonna make him watch you suck it?”
“mmm...mmm...”
She didn't even look up once.

I felt my dick being treated with more warmness; more wetness. And she went down until it touched her throat. She held her lips tightly around it when she pulled it out, making me feel every drop of blood rushing through my veins to it.
I wanted to ask what else she’s gonna do with it. But I couldn’t. She had gone down again, to make me feel worthy. She grabbed its base when she looked up.
“Shall I go on?”

I didn't like her asking for permission. I felt she wasted a couple of seconds asking it.
“Please...”
I sniveled.
And I touched lightly on her shoulder to convey how much I wanted it. She instantly obliged and resumed to live her fantasy. I just sat there, immensely lost in the pleasure of being sucked by my friend’s wife in the imaginary presence of her husband. And the idea of him not liking it was just an icing on the cake.
“Oh...my...baby...”
I moaned. I must have had leaked too much precum, for the sounds of her suckling me was high.
Soon I was up in a place I couldn’t see anything; I didn't hear the music in the hall. And when I heard a distant sound of a car I chose to ignore it. I forgot Meera in that moment.

“Oh...uhhh... my baby....”
I moaned again.
“I am cumming...please let me cum...”
“Mmm...”
Ananya kept moving her head and the very next second I burst inside her mouth.
“Huhhh...huhhh...”
I hissed and I unintentionally grabbed around her neck, albeit with less force.
"Swallow me... baby... please..."
I moaned a I sensed her mouth will be filled with my juice. And she obeyed me. When she finally got up, she had nothing in her mouth.
I panted.
“Oh my god....”
She wiped around her lips with a smile, as if to remove any spills. Well, she had none. She was perfect.

“You’ve just swallowed my juice.”


I said. It was quite unbelievable.
“And I am gonna lick you clean.”
She said and went down on me again.
I sensed her tongue dancing around my still hard dick. I was in bliss, and I had forgotten Meera.
Right at the moment, the front door was opened.
It was pushed open with a loud sound that shocked me. I turned to it quickly and I saw a man standing in there. Before I could came back to reality to recognize that man, a woman walked past him, and stepped inside.
It was Meera.

[sarit11]

Chapter 50

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I had committed a long list of blunders.
After watching Ananya retorting Meera over the phone I should have thought of the possible actions by Meera. I should have thought of repercussions. I did not.
I was convinced that I can defend any accusations of my affair with Ananya. But I failed to get her out of my house immediately. Instead, I chose to cuddle with her. I chose to get a damn blowjob from her.
I never considered the possibility of Meera immediately trying to verify what Ananya had told her. I merely prepared myself to deny it and defend me later. At the same time, I failed to erase the biggest evidence, which was the presence of Ananya in my house.
I was so lost in the heavenly pleasure with Ananya that I failed to recognise the sound of a car driving into my house.
Ananya had been at my house for more than three hours. Yet I failed to secure the front door. I can impute this to the almost-bachelor’s life I’d been living for a year, but it doesn’t really make sense anymore. I left the fucking door open.

If these weren’t enough, I forgot to pull up my trousers properly before I stood up when I saw Meera. And when I pulled, it was too late and ended up screaming my nudity. Both she and Mr. Das saw my dick before being hidden in place.

Nobody told me not to be embarrassed in front of them because they were themselves having an illicit affair. I had nothing to fear. It was my home, they were theoretically forcing into my house while I was having my private date. But I failed to remember that. My brain had stopped working.

As soon as Meera saw me, I became the culprit. I became a lifeless statue and I started to melt as she approached me.
She chose to avoid me and turned to Ananya.
“So this is it, this is it, Ananya?”
“Yes, this is it. “
Ananya was shocked as hell as me, but she regained her calmness quickly to respond.
“What kind of friend are you, Ananya?”
“I haven’t done anything worse than what you’ve done. “
Ananya immediately used her prime weapon.
“What are you doing here, by the way? You have nothing to do here, do you?”
Meera looked down at her.
“I can't believe you’re saying this, Ananya. How long it’s been running, Krish?”
She still wasn’t looking at me.
“What is in it for you Meera? If you don't want him, why don't you leave him alone? Set him free, you have no right to stand here make him feel like he dumped you...”
“It’s time you know your boyfriend a little more than what he does to you in his bed. Yes, he is very good in that, to seduce his friend’s wife into his bed. That’s why I left him. Do you know that?”
Meera asked.
“Stop behaving a hypocrite, Meera... and I want you know that he wasn’t the one who initiated this; it was me. He always wanted you. Like madly. But I was the one who forced him for this.”
“I’m done talking to you, Ananya. I don't want to talk to you.”
Meera shook her head.

Two women were fighting for me. Two friends were fighting over a man they both shared.
And two men stood nearby; two friends. Mr. Das was staring straight at me, as if he cared nil about the ladies but only me. He had said nothing since his arrival. Deep in my mind I had started to worry about him asking why I tried to make a fool out of him but ended up one like this. I couldn’t match his eyes. My head was down. I wanted Ananya to leave immediately, before Meera makes her. I didn't want Meera mouth anything from our past.
“You are a big player, Mr. Menon. You’re not a man but a running scam.”
Das began, completely ignoring what Meera had to do with her friend.
“Meera is you wife and...”
“She was.”
I spoke finally.
“She was. She was. Of course she was. That’s okay, but you wanted to watch her having sex with me, huh?”
He had knocked me down right there. I knew Ananya would now lose the plot.
She took the bite and stood up for me.
“It’s absurd. I told him just today about you. And he’s standing right here. He’s not a dickhead to watch what you did there. What the hell do you mean by watching you?”
Ananya made my head a bit more down. I heard Meera laugh. She would have forced that one.
“What do you think Ananya? You think you’re the first one to drop that secret to him? You’re the biggest fool in his game, after me. I told you, it’s time you know your boyfriend a bit more. “
Meera looked at me for one moment, and turned to Ananya.
“I have slept with Das the most times in this house, in that room, in his bedroom. And he kept our door. He guarded it, he listened to us making love, and he masturbated.”

Humiliation is just a word that is almost never mouthed by anyone. But everyone knows what it is, even from a mile away. Here I was living it.

It all started from the smallest form of it. Someone whom I owed a sum was coming to my house. I was scared of the shame I might have to bear if I face him. I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of my wife. What kind of humiliation was that?
To avoid that little one, I hid myself under my bed. It was just the beginning. It turned out.
That day I saw my wife on the verge of surrendering under the manly comfort of another man. Though I managed to save her from that, the curiosity to know what my wife was up to steered my life since then. I found myself hiding many times, trying to know my wife, and ended up knowing me more than I wished for. I often found myself in her place. I imagined myself in her place. I tried to live her pleasure and pain. What was her pain and pleasure to me?

Pleasure, I would say.
Her pain was my pleasure.

And it was payback time. My pain, my humiliation would be her pleasure. I foresaw.

The magnitude of humiliation aggravates when witnessed by a third person. Here it was Ananya. I was pushed into a molten volcano and she stood there watching, too stunned to react.
Meera wasn’t done.
“You must know this too; when I had slept with Das for the first time, it was in a luxury suite, and it was Krish who took me in there; to his royal suite, like a pimp...”
“I didn't know what you were going to do there...”
I interrupted to defend myself, thus validating her allegation.
“You knew what was going to happen there, Krish. Don't try to be an innocent in front of her.”
Das said.
“You knew what I wanted to do with your wife and you just let me do that. All you did was to listen to the sounds of our lovemaking...didn’t you?”
He went on hitting the nail on my ego.
“He did that, and when I came out he was looking at me so horny...”
Meera added.
“Oh come on Meera. I didn't... I didn't do that... I was feeling horrible... You’re making up things now...”
“Come on Krish, be a man; at least stand for what you have done. You had the fun the most on that day buddy? “
Das asked.

He was stretching it beyond my wildest imaginations.
“You are making up stories, Das. What fun had I had?”
“Krish...”
Ananya spoke.
She was looking at me, her eyes baffled.

Das was not finished.
“You should know more, Ananya. After every time I spent time with Meera, I used to do tell him about it. No, he would ask me and he was keen to know how I made out with my girlfriend. Little did I know that I was talking about making out with his wife! He was my friend; and it was too good, isn't it my friend?”

Ananya had heard enough.
She shook her head sideways to convey what she had in mind. A big no!
“I am sorry, Ananya. I didn't...”
I couldn't finish.
“No, I am sorry, Krish. Forgive me. I have never known you.”
She kept shaking her head in contempt and went back to the couch and collected her bags. She was leaving and I had nothing to make her stop. She gave me a disappointed gaze in the end, and without uttering a single word, she walked out of my house. The sound of the door slammed behind her echoed in my ears.

“There she goes, Krish. What do you have now?”
Meera asked.
Nothing; I didn't need to say.
“Well, you are all mine now, I see.”
She grinned. I had never seen her face like that in my life.
“Go, close the door.”
She gestured to the door. I couldn't make out what she meant.
“Go!” she raised her voice and pushed me.
Like a machine I walked into the door and did what she wanted.
I felt she didn't want anyone interrupt her talking to me. I was led by curiosity and I walked up to her.
“Sit down! “
She pushed me to the couch. I fell into it and she leaned to me.
“Do you know the greatest sin you have done to me Krish?”

When she bent, I could easily see her cleavage right below her face. But I didn't dare to take my eyes off her eyes. She had commanded all my attention to her eyes. She had become the master. I felt difficult to breathe. I couldn't answer her.
“You slept with yet another woman known to me. You just helped another one who would one day show up in my face and tell me how she fucked my hubby...”
She read out my sin and I closed my eyes.
“Do you still remember the day when I left you? You were crying like a child, saying you didn't mean to hurt me the way I was hurt. Now what is it this? Tell me something!”
“I am sorry...”
I groaned. She stood up, her eyes down at me.
“Don't be. I am not angry with you Krish. I still love you... yes, I’m ashamed to accept this, but I love you. I have to pretend to be angry because I know I don't deserve to be angry with you...”
Her eyes were wet suddenly.
“What are you making me? “
She shut her eyes close, as if to stop her tears falling down. I melted further. Regret had grappled me completely.

“Who has committed the biggest sin, Krish?”
Her eyes were open again.
“I did, and I am sorry, Meera. “
I said.
“Who deserve the punishment, then?”
She seemed to have regained her composure.
“I... I deserve. “
I surrendered.

I thought I deserved the punishment. I was convinced that I deserved it.

“Okay.”
She nodded. “I know how to deal with that. You wanted to watch me have sex with Das, right? Right!”
She looked at Das.
“Let’s put up a show for him, Das; for my poor, unlucky husband.”
Das grinned.
“Yeah, let’s give him what he truly deserves.”
He said and put his arms around her waist. He held his face against hers.
“Do you know he’s going to like it?”
“No, he is not gonna like it. “
She said and felled her saree from her shoulder and then from her waistline. It dropped to the floor, revealing her sculptured body, in the orange blouse and under skirt. Meera stepped away from the saree and looked at me.
“Where do you wanna watch us, Krish?”
“Here, in this couch. It’s perfect.”
Das said and led her to it. They both sat down and smiled at each other. Soon they were kissing, like two horny human beings. They were horny like a young couple in their first time, like hell, I could see it from their aggressive rush to eat each other’s lips. I saw a lot of tongue being exchanged. His left hand was already on her breasts, while the right one wrapped around her shoulders. Her hands clung to his shirt and soon started to unbutton him. They broke the kiss to gasp, and Das simply grabbed her blouse with his hands and tore it away. I heard the sounds of its metal hooks being pulled off and Meera giggled. She seemed absolutely ignorant of my presence.
I wasn’t present there. As if I wasn’t alive. As if I was no one.

I had imagined her making love to Das a number of times. And every time I had a hard-on. And I had wanked too many a times to those wild thoughts. But right there, when it was actually happening in front of me, happening for me, I wasn’t aroused at all. My dick had died. My body wasn’t allowing me to have pleasure from it. I was being punished. I had to bear this with pain.

Suddenly I remembered Ananya’s fantasy; making love to me while her husband watched without enjoying. Only thing he should do was to watch helplessly, hoping that she would stop it herself.

It was happening with me, and I was the husband. Whose pleasure have I become?
Meera?

It seemed a yes. The way she was turned herself in was not how I had seen ever of her. Her blouse was gone. Her bra had come off, hiding nothing of her breasts. He sucked them and fondled them as he wished. His tongue went dancing around her teats and she moaned to each of his touches. His shirt went off in a few moments. Soon her hand reached into his pants. He took a moment off her, and let her open his pants. Soon he pulled it down to his knees, and freed a monster. Thick and round at its top, it poked its head into the air, challenging me. I died a little more seeing its size. And then she grabbed it.
“Wow. It’s harder than ever. “
Meera moaned, worshipping it with her eyes.
She felled him further back into the couch and leaned on him. He kicked away his pants from his legs; making him completely nude. Meera threw a glance at me, as if to ensure I’m watching, while bringing her face down to him, and opened her mouth to push his dick into her mouth. Like a man half-dead who’d die in a few seconds, I lay in my couch and watched her luscious lips covering around his thick meat and letting it invade deep into her mouth. Das too looked at me once, and moaned with a wry smile, before turning his eyes back into her.
“Yes... baby... ohhhh... yesss....”
Meera’s head had begun to move up and down on him and he kept moaning aloud.
“Oh yes... oh suck me like that... mmm....”
His eyes often fell upon me and I lost a little of myself each time.
At one moment, he stopped her.
“Suck my balls, honey...”
He held his dick up and directed her. Meera leaned further without wasting a second and licked on his large balls. Soon she had her mouth wide open to suck it into her mouth.
“Oh yes... this is so good... mmm... yes...”
He cried.
He held her face with his right hand and grabbed his dick with his left. Then he beat her face with it, around her lips and nose; and she absolutely loved it. The man was a maniac and my wife was his slave.
And I was the slave to that slave; of little value; or no value.
His pre-cum was making her beautiful face dirty. He rubbed his dick all around her face and she loved it all.
She too loved to be punished. I felt.
I wanted to get up and pull her away from him; but I had no life left in me. I was exhausted. I had become a statue.
“Oh my baby... it’s too much for me... I can't hold any more...”
Das moaned soon. He stood up immediately and made her skirt fall to the ground. He ripped off her panty in a hurry and pulled her into the couch. When he stood up, I saw his dick swaying into the air, almost making it parallel to the ground. Its red head shone into my eyes.
“Please give it to me...”
I heard Meera begging him. He made her kneel on the couch and pushed her down to stand her bent forward. Her breasts hung in the air. He was going to take her from behind. He too knelt one leg still on the floor behind her and rubbed his dick into her crack.
“Oh yes... Das... huh...”
She moaned. Her hair fell over her face, hanging into the couch. I heard her gasping though I couldn’t see her face. She was ecstatic like hell.
After a few moments of teasing, he pushed. She moaned again, and again, as he soon started plugging into the innermost of her hole. He had his both hand firmly around the back of her waistline, and started pounding her. I saw his dick piercing into her. I saw her breasts swinging. She was drenched in wetness, and it made a lot of noise unbearable to me.
She was even more noise.
“Oh yes... oh yes... oh huh...”
“Huh... like that babe...huh...huh...”
He stopped at times to grab her boobs that were otherwise hanging freely, and crushed it under his lust. At once he pulled her up without pulling his dick out of her, and thus making both of them almost standing on their knees. She turned her face over her shoulder and kissed him. His hands on her breasts from both sides, and he then started moving himself. I saw his dick getting in and out of her slowly, and she let out moans suppressed into his mouth. When he left her finally, she felled herself on the couch to lie down on her stomach, as if she was done.
“Huh...huh... oh my god... that was... Das...”
He had pulled out of her, but wasn’t done yet.
“Turn around honey...”
As he moved, I saw white sticky juice around his dick. It was still hard to perfection.
It could be hers. I guessed. Meera had turned herself to lie on her back now, and she spread her legs to welcome him into her centre once again. This time he was a bit exhausted, he lay completely on top of her, and kissed her lips a lot, while gathering strength. Then he rose and held his dick into her. She grabbed it and guided it into her hole. Soon he was fucking her like an animal, grunting and breathing heavily.
“Huh...huh...huh...”
“Yess...yess...yess...hahhh....”
They both tried to match each other; killing me further in the process. I could never give her this much pleasure. I thought.
I didn't deserve her. I thought.
She didn't mean to be mine. I thought.
Soon I heard him groan louder, making it obvious that he had arrived.
“Hahh...huhh...hahh...”
He grunted in short breaks. He was shooting his juices into her in short bursts. He was filling her, my wife, with his hot seeds of himself right in front of my eyes. He is making her pregnant. I thought.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. It feels so great... haah... Das...”
She moaned. She cried.
He had collapsed into her. My wife had extracted his everything.
“That was the greatest sex I’ve ever had in my life. “
He said soon.
“Me too.”
She gasped. Then he pulled himself up. His dick was now limp. I noticed. And a lot more nasty; it was dirty like hell.
When he went to the washroom, she brought an old churidar from my room and wore it. Das too got dressed immediately. They never looked at me ever for once, until they were ready to leave.

I was still in the couch, half dead, and my dick whole dead. There would be no life after this, I thought. I would leave this town forever. I decided.

But destiny had other plans for me. Meera had other plans for me.

“Let’s go.” Das was ready to go. Meera walked up to me and leaned onto me.
“I know you haven’t enjoyed it. Because I didn't want you enjoy. It was a punishment. Now it’s done. Now you can go back to you life...”
She leaned further and kissed me. I felt her destroyed, sloppy and swollen lips on mine. She sucked my lips a moment and licked around my mouth, just like she had sucked his balls a few minutes ago.
When she finished, she handed something into my hands: her panty; all torn to pieces.
“It’s all for you. I want you masturbate looking at this.”
She whispered with a smile, before walking away.
Suddenly I felt myself coming back to life. I was able to breath, I could move my hands. And my dick was becoming hard.
Very hard.

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nymph11

Just a synopsis after this Mast Saturday Rasleela....

Meera:
Girl……she’s the best heroine I have read in Xossip….She just delivered a stunning blow in the last update…the best payback I have ever seen…She could act so swift…deliver a huge blow to Krish’s defendant (Ananya) and left him to fend for himself…She could manage him to accept his cuckold ways and do to him what he likes the best…humiliation cuckold sex with Das….
She could show her loving side and her potent vengeance side in the same breath…
Loved her rasleela with Das…it is less erotic as we were used to the forbidden fruit (Meera) being enjoyed by Das as revealed by the voyeur of Krish only in the earlier narrations….now it is a no hold barred fuck mela…so more of a hardcore encounter that the eroticism….
I really loved her last stunner…torn panties and asking krish to masturbate on it and the kiss,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Ananya:
She came….she saw…she fucked…..herself in the end….
Felt a bit of sympathy towards her…she got a total knock out by Meera…..What happens to her once she encounters Meera at her home…
She will never have the same equation with Meera…as Meera can deliver a lethal payback to her…If she can do to her husband Sam what she did with Krish…..
Ananya now knows she can never ever count on a guy like Krish…what if Sam deserts her knowing her affair with Krish……
Now she has to play a slave role to Meera if she black mails her to do a service to keep her affair a secret.
Das:
Das the BOSS…my man…..
He is the only man to show concern for Krish….Even he could have forced Meera to have sex with his dear friend Krish….had he not known that Krish is….or …was her cuckold husband…..
Alas…..Krish just lost his good friend…..and gained a potential HUMILIATOR in the future….
Now no more erotic updates and encounters…..Das can fuck Meera at will…and she will go to any level of hardcore sex to humiliate Krish further…..by cooperating with Das to the maximum level…
Any ways… as I have already written my admiration for Das earlier….He has the quality of being manly with his women…and churning out pleasure out of their pussy ….OLD IS GOLD….This oldie has years to service his women before he runs out of battery……Way to go Das…. Try for a threesome with Meera and Ananya……would be a mega rasleela…………
Sam:
I don’t know if he could get a revenge fuck with Meera….long overdue man…….time to release his juice in her pussy…
Last and also the Least….
KRISH……….
He just got degraded from a LESS SPINE ….to ……A SPINELESS Creature……….
When she finished, she handed something into my hands: her panty; all torn to pieces.
“It’s all for you. I want you masturbate looking at this.”
She whispered with a smile, before walking away.
Suddenly I felt myself coming back to life. I was able to breath, I could move my hands. And my dick was becoming hard.
Very hard.
His cock must be easiest one on the planet to get it hard……Just crumble the bedsheet and shout in his ears…..Das just fucked Meera……u could see it limp back to life……..but where is his wife…….He will remain a lonely MASTRUBATOR for the rest of his life……….
Good that he did not get along with Meghana…..the poor thing would have to endure a lifelong agony had she become his girlfriend…let alone being a wife….
These lines
“Let’s go.” Das was ready to go. Meera walked up to me and leaned onto me.
“I know you haven’t enjoyed it. Because I didn't want you enjoy. It was a punishment. Now it’s done. Now you can go back to you life...”
Just remind me of a famous Jim Carrey dialogue in the movie Bruce Almighty…
THAT’S HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES………..
THAT’S HOW JUST NOW KRISH LIFE HAS CRUMBLED………….
For all those poor chaps who were expecting Krish resurgence as a MAN to get his GIRL Back…….
GOOD LUCK AND SWEET DREAMZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…….

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Meera is so fucking dumb !!
She very well understands the fact that she gets that kick and unique kind of excitemnet whenever Krish is also present around.
In the same way ,Even Krish can't help it. He attains maximum level of excitement only when he sees meera with someone else.He literally cant fight himself whenever meera is getting intimate with someone else and he doesnt even want meera to stop because he loves to see her with someone else and that is the exact reason why even after confronting meera he still doesnt ask Meera to stop seeing Das. It doesnt mean that he doesnt love her. His love is so true ,its so evident. He just cant help it whenever his reason of excitement(meera with someone else) is around him.

But Why doesnt Meera gets this bloody point and not understand Krish's condition and his excitment reasons. This is just related to his excitement reason and nothing more than that. As an understanding wife and lover,She should try to understand his partner's fantasy and his reasons of excitement.
In real life ,we all imagine about something particular to get excited .. In the same way krish imagines about his wife and his wife is the only way he gets high and since ,he is able to literally experience his fantasy in reality, he cant help it. Its as simple as that.

Each and Everybody has his/her excitement creating scenarios whether good or illicit but the fact is whenever they experience that, they just cant ignore it and wants it again and again.

He should really tell and try to explain this to meera if he really wants her back.

He is doing sooo muchhh to get meera back only because he truely loves her. We all know,He is still experiecing his fantasy in some or other way so he should be happy right?? But no he isn't. The reason is because he wants to experience all this when meera is with him.when his love is with him .This proves that his love for meera is far more greater than his fantasies.

BUT the real question is DOES MEERA REALLY LOVED KRISH?? How can she even ask him to move on?? In true love we don't move on like that. "Move on " merelly remains a worthless word when we are in TRUE LOVE.

[sarit11]

breville1

There is no sign of Meera having any love for Krish. We are probably putting ourselves into these characters' shoes and using our feelings to claim that Meera loves Krish and they will, at some point in time, have a grand reconciliation. The only case for reconciliation here would be if Meera is exposed in society as a complete slut and is ostracised - then she may come back to Krish because she would have run out of all options, just as she has been using him for convenience so far. After all, she even got her job only due to Krish.

Akarsh,

I absolutely agree that I am putting myself into the character's shoes. When one gets drawn into a story, that becomes inevitable, especially when a story is given in multiple updates over time. Our frustrations are reflected in our (my) comments.

My take is that Meera accepted/agreed to Krish's perversionary activities, probably because she was a loving wife. Loving wives tend to agree to do objectionable (to them) things to please the husband, e.g. blow jobs, anal, exhibitionism, threesomes, etc. Since Krish pushed her towards actual sex with other men, she let her own fantasies be realized when she decided to fuck a guy (that one guy only) that she fancied. Krish watched from afar, but he had mixed feelings about her taking the initiative.
Anyway, her straying was a direct result of Krish's desires, expanded. We cannot construe that as her enjoying whoever she wanted. It was one incident.

In Part 1, Meera did spend time discussing ramifications of Krish's perversion. She reluctantly took up with Shekhar but couldn't help but enjoy. When she found out about Shilu, Shekhar's wife, she was upset and ultimately decided to leave Krish.

I never got the feeling that Meera didn't love Krish. I don't think they fell OUT of love. She decided to leave because she felt betrayed - he had fucked another woman and would not have mentioned it to Meera if Shilu hadn't spilled the beans. She also said that Krish seemed to think that she was cheating on him. I don't know why she would think that but if she agreed to have sex with other men and enjoyed it then maybe he felt that that was cheating. Totally unreasonable in my opinion....he is asking her to fuck other men!!

Anyway, my point is that they still loved each other when they split or more correctly when she left. Afterwards, she tried to find someone to replace Krish as a companion, as a lover , as someone she could love, without success. Again, this cannot be construed as "fucking whoever she pleased" in the context of being a couple. Since she had already left, she could then do as she pleased. In the mean time we read how her best friend Ananya took Krish to bed, how he followed Meera when she went out with guys.

I don't think I see anything here to suggest that she didn't love Krish or stopped loving him. Instead I think we see how she tries to forget Krish but she is unable to. Then she latches on to Das, someone she knew from the Shekhar days, and explores the possibilities. But we know that that was a dead end. I think she held out for a while but when she found out that Krish was behind a lot of things and was Das' buddy, she started the sex, probably to spite Krish.

Meera was hurt by Krish so she doesn't want to go back to him, even though we can surmise from various chats that there is still a tenderness in her for him. Nevertheless, she is angry too. And so the humiliation, by openly revealing her sexual activities with Das. She doesn't want a repeat, she knows that he still has his perversions. So she tries to push him to other women (Meghna) because she knows him well, she knows that he is still by himself and will only try to pursue her if alone. She wants him to try to find someone else just as she tried to find someone else. Despite her feelings for him, she still tries to push him towards other women because she is afraid of repeating the past. To me Krish has to change if he wants her back.

Now that Krish has finally managed to make a substantive point, we may see some soul searching by both. For example, his position on fucking other women and still enjoying "pimping" out his wife are untenable. Similarly, she cannot fuck other men as she pleases (which isn't really the case here). Krish might enjoy watching her with other men but he really does not want that, since she may like it and form an attachment with someone else. There is a reason why love is between two people, excluding others from the relationship.

It may lead to reconciliation or divorce. How much longer do they want to hang on to the tenuous link of marriage? If they really love each other, they will work out a compromise because their love and desire to be together will allow the sacrifice of undesirable tendencies. As with all partnerships they will have to work at it and it will take time.

Revealing Meera's sexual activities with Das will certainly impact both their lives but unlikely to bring her back to Krish unless.....Krish sacrifices himself in some way to save her, for example if Das is accidentally exposed and Krish comes to the rescue. Whether Das survives the scandal or not depends on the scenario. But if Das is saved by Krish, his good buddy, then Das is again using Krish. Krish needs to stop this.

Krish is certainly weak but we see Meera's strength when she decides to move out and her determination to find someone else. This strength will be essential in making things work.

[sarit11]

akarsh1970

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My God!! Brev why why you so slanting on reconciliation. They need to separate now for their own good.

I don't want to give a lecture on Love cause you people don't understand the single line of it. But let me deliver it in two lines which is impossible but here it is[img]file:///images/smilie4/blush1.gif[/img]

"Love always come with an unbearable pain and you need to take a stand to bear it for her". So, stop thinking that fighting for it would help you any how because it only make situation worse for both.

Maverick,

Perfect statement!

""Love always come with an unbearable pain and you need to take a stand to bear it for her"".

That's well said - most accurate. If two people stay with each other only during good times (happy times), then that may or may not be true love. It may be a case of simple convenience, comfort, lust, etc. The real test of true love is whether they stand by each other even in difficult times. If they do not stand by each other in difficult times, then there is no true love. Breville also indirectly recognizes this when he says that if there is real love, then you never walk out, you always stay and talk.

Breville, if we bring in our own feelings and assumptions (not mentioned by the author of the given story), then essentially we have created a whole different story in our mind. In this case, you are talking about an altogether different story while I am referring to the story given by the author.

You have said that "My take is that Meera accepted/agreed to Krish's perversionary activities, probably because she was a loving wife. Loving wives tend to agree to do objectionable (to them) things to please the husband, e.g. blow jobs, anal, exhibitionism, threesomes, etc. Since Krish pushed her towards actual sex with other men, she let her own fantasies be realized when she decided to fuck a guy (that one guy only) that she fancied."

But actually, in part 1, right on page 1, post 1, Meera almost has sex with Sunny. He has got her to be almost completely naked, without much protest from her. The husband though is hiding (Meera is not aware of this) and does not want them to have sex and so he intervenes by placing a phone call. Sunny then runs away. It is only after this that the husband starts thinking about what may have happened had he not been there. It is still not mentioned that he enjoys these thoughts or fantasies. In fact, he is worried about what may have happened had he not been there. Next, it is implied that Meera had sex with Thomas and Mohan. Also, Meera is attracted to Shekhar, defends him when Krish calls him old, wants to go on coffee dates with him, etc. There is nothing in the story to indicate that she was a loving or faithful wife or that she still loved Krish when she left him. It would be an unsupported assumption that she had any such love. If she did have such love, then she would be expected to work to build the marriage - not break up and demand an end to the marriage.

"Again, this cannot be construed as "fucking whoever she pleased" in the context of being a couple. Since she had already left, she could then do as she pleased." If she has already left and she is having sex with others and is doing as she pleases, then does it not imply that in her mind, the marriage is over and she is not looking for any reconciliation or repairing the marriage, etc.? How many men does she need to have sex with for it to be considered "fucking whoever she pleased"? She has sex with Das even when Krish is not around. She almost had sex with Vivek (gave him a blowjob in a restaurant) without being aware that Krish is watching.

To conclude that she is having sex with other men only to spite Krish is not supported by anything given in the story. She is not in any manner trying to show off her sexual activities to Krish. As I said in my previous post, it is actually Das who is showing off and using Krish's house. Meera has protested against this and has not encouraged this and she has also had sex with Das when Krish was not around.

If two people are in love, then is it normal for one person to demand a split in the marriage, then fuck around with as many people as they feel like and then come back to the marriage claiming that they never cheated since they had split from the marriage anyway? If somebody does this and then comes back to their spouse simply because they could not find someone better, then that is not love - that is manipulativeness and exploitation of the spouse and is indeed cheating. I have mentioned this point in my previous post as well.

There is also nothing in the story to indicate any tenderness between Meera and Krish. She is merely civil to him when they meet publicly. Would it be normal behaviour if she abused Krish and slapped him, etc. whenever they met publicly - and would it be considered tenderness if she does not respond with such hostility? She is merely being civil to him. As I mentioned in my previous post, when others were not around, she wasn't even willing to sit next to Krish in the car - she treats him like a driver and sits at the back. This is not tenderness at all. She only meets Krish when she needs him to accompany her to some party, etc. She has no other interaction with Krish. Also, a person can feel a little bit of tenderness towards a dog or a baby that one sees on the road - that does not mean love or indicate any desire for reconciliation.

Finally, Krish's perversion comes up repeatedly. But how perverted is he truly? He stopped Sunny from having sex with the wife. Later, he was purely dejected when it was implied that the wife had sex with Thomas. Even now he tried to stop the Saturday sex with Das. Also, he is certainly physically excited when he comes across sex between Meera and Das or the blowjob that Meera gave to Vivek. But at the same time, he is deeply dejected that another man is physically intimate with his wife and he desires to get back with his wife and to have an exclusive relationship with her. This is the only point in the story (purely as given by the author, without bringing in any personal feelings or unsupported assumptions) about which there is ambiguity and hence, a lot of scope for discussion.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Your posting top comments too it's great sarit garu super

[Dpdpxx77]

Please post the next parts today itself...
Can't wait to know what happens next...

[SIri]

Please post more

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Chapter 51

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When they left I felt like I was relapsing into my old days when Meera had left me a year ago. And this time the gap between us was swollen the widest. I lay in my couch reliving all of my life since Meera. So many ups and downs.

The only solace was her admitting she doesn’t deserve to be angry with me. That’s because she know what she did was wrong. She must have felt herself to be equally at fault like me. And for all of her misery, I was responsible. My experiments with her failed every time. For my sins, the punishment she gave me appeared merciful to me.

She was kind. What if she had asked me to stand undressed while she proceeded with Mr. Das? She could have tied me to the chair and laughed at me. I was ready to take all she would force upon me. But she was kind. She had mercy. She let me live.
Her kindness allowed her to let me masturbate. She chose to let me wank.
My thoughts were like from a chain reaction. One thought always set off another.

I emptied an entire bottle of whisky that night. Blind drunk, I couldn’t really make out whether my dick was hard or not, but in my mind it stayed on. And I feared masturbating. I didn't try to stop my urge to pull it out and shake it for my wife’s soft moans were still in my ears; her eyes just before sucking his balls flashed in my mind repeatedly. I know I would follow Meera’s instructions and wank; and in defence in had only one weapon; my laziness. I just delayed it; to procrastinate it. I never kept my drink down. It remained in my hand, until the bottle was empty.

I felt my dick was still hard and I opened another bottle. But it slipped out of my hands, and fell on the floor. I heard the sound of it breaking into pieces. I didn't care.
Those glass pieces resemble my life; I thought. All shattered.
I checked my store for another bottle, and came back empty handed. I found my wife’s panty in the couch. I picked it up and smelled it. It had my wife’s smell. Still arousing to me. Still drugging my mind. My dick jerked again inside my trousers.

No. No. I shook my head.
I walked into my room with the tiny cloth that too I felt resembled my life at the moment. All torn into pieces.
I threw it into the table drawer. When I opened the drawer, I noticed a pack of condoms; well, one piece less.
One condom was used by Das to pleasure my wife anally. She had enjoyed it very much, despite fearing it. I closed my eyes and heard her moans.
No. I opened my eyes. Now even the condom packet symbolized my life. Unused. Unlucky. Abandoned.
I pitied those unused, unlucky, abandoned condoms.
I pulled out one from them and laughed at it.
Don't worry buddy. Next time when I find a hole, you’ll be honoured.
I kept it in my purse that lay on the table, and walked back to my bed.

I don't remember much about that night. When I woke up next day at eleven, I found five missed calls. Three of them were from Das.

Bastard. I ignored it.

Two were from Sija, my colleague.
I ignored her too, and walked to kitchen. When I realised I had no liquor left, I was compelled to come back to my reality. I had to buy them first in order to have them.

I was getting ready when Sija called again. I was irritated. I didn’t like this woman though I found her quite hot. I didn't have a specific reason to hate her but I did.
“What?” I asked arrogantly.
She wanted to invite me for her daughter’s birthday.
“Sorry to invite you in the final moment. It’s actually today, tonight. I had tried to call you yesterday too, but you didn't pick up.”
She said.

Oh, that missed calls were of yesterday? I thought.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Do such things still happens? I wondered.

“Okay, I will come.”
I said.
My day time mission remained to be purchasing of four bottles of whisky.
At seven thirty pm sharp, I reached Sija’s house. Surprisingly, there were no guests other than her neighbours.
“What kind of birthday party is this? “
I didn't hide my surprise at Sija. She looked at her husband. Jayaram looked a perfect banker. Specs. Pot belly. Half bald.
“She said you’re the only one at work who doesn’t like her. So we thought we should invite you.”
Jayaram said. I felt he was joking.
“Strange selection. Are you expecting me to start liking her after this?”
He laughed.
“I was wondering, when she told me about you, I was wondering how can a man can work with her and dislike her. I thought my wife was hot.”
I wondered the man was a sarcastic suspicious moron or a perfectly friendly natural husband.
Sija was pulling his shirt in embarrassment.
“Well. Your wife is pulling at your shirt. You are embarrassing her.”
I said.

The cake was cut soon, and the neighbours left immediately. Jayaram asked me to have dinner with them. I stayed.
The kids were so happy to see my gift. I had packed two teddy bears in it. They shared one each peacefully.
While at dinner, more strange things began to appear. Jayaram got up many times and disappeared to kitchen for bringing some silly things like a bottle of old pickle, a small slice of lemon etc that nobody asked for. He finished his food in a hurry and went inside his room talking with someone on the phone. I finished food and waited in the hall but he never came out.
I offered to help Sija to wind up the table for the sake of being polite, but she refused.
She quickly dumped the empty dishes in the kitchen and joined me in the hall.
“Where is jayaram gone?” I asked.
Sija was embarrassed a bit.
“He’ll be here soon.” She said.
“Just a phone call. I think it’s his friend.”
But he didn't.
After ten minutes of awkward silence, I came up with conclusions.
“What’s happening here, Sija?”
“Please don't be angry. I don't know how to tell you this. But he has doubts over me. When I said you don't like me, he started to be suspicious that I am hiding it from him.”

So he turned out to be a sarcastic suspicious moronic husband. I thought.

“So what is he expecting now? We make out here?”
Sija’s eyes rolled in bewilderment. She seemed never expecting me talking like that, considering my history of strictly professional conversations with her. She was embarrassed even more.

“Please don't be angry.”
She pleaded.
“Does he like it if his wife is flirting with me?”
“No, no... he doesn't. “
She shook her head sideways.
“He never like me talking with other men, he scolds me always. He’ll never want me...”
“Sija I am definitely not enjoying it. I think I should leave now. Call him.”
I interrupted harshly. I couldn’t bear him anymore. I felt he was a version of my old self.

She went inside and returned after two minutes. When he walked in, I straightaway looked at his crotch. His bulge was pretty visible. He noticed where I was looking at, and he was embarrassed.
“Sorry for leaving you people alone... my appologies... “
He adjusted his clothes a bit, in an attempt to hide his erection.
I laughed, for nothing.
“It’s okay.”
I said.

The man was a two-face. He was hard imagining his wife with her colleague and at the same time accused her for that. I wondered if Sija had ever cuckolded him. Would he ever accept his mind to his wife? Would he ever let her have a date with someone? Would he ever watch her being taken? I wondered.
He would end up worse than me. I thought.
That night I took a walk along the street across my house. I saw a lot of women walking; many of them with their partners. Some were alone.
I felt the hot looking were always those who had men with them. Is it a law of nature?
Others’ wives always look hot. I thought.

Many of the cute faces I saw gave me wonderful smiles. They knew me, hence the smiles. I nodded at them all.

Monday I got calls from Das again. I picked up once.
“Das I don't wanna talk to you.”
“Krish, please listen...”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I said angrily and cut the call.

When Sija came to me at tea break, I pulled her aside. I looked at her eyes, she looked a bit tired.
“What?”
She asked, surprised at my sudden move.
“You look tired. You slept very late last night.”
“No. Nothing happened."
She said.
"I know exactly what happened."
“What?”
“He took you for a surprise, didn't he?”
She was taken aback. She stared at me, a slight smile flashed at the corner of her lips.
“What are you saying?”
I knew she understood what I was saying.
“I am saying he was very good in bed.”
She was embarrassed now, and looked around if someone’s hearing us. She said nothing for a few seconds.
“How do you know?”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Come on... you are...you’re invading my private... I mean it’s too personal...”
She stuttered.
“How are you going to thank me?”
“Shut up, Krish.”
“Don't call me for dinner again. “
“Yeah I will never call you for dinner.”
“You know I will never come even if you invite. Never again.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because your food was very bad.”
She laughed. She bit her lips. She kept looking down shyly. She was enjoying it. I saw her cleavage this time, perfectly.
I deduced she would soon end up in someone else's bed.
That moment I also realised why I could never find a reason for why I hated her. There was none.

Monday night I took my walk again, and saw those hot, other men’s wives again. None of them really fascinated me. I was never looking for a hook up anyway. I compared every beautiful woman out there to Meera. Everyone failed in front of her. My unconscious mind was still dreaming of her. I struck up short conversations with a lot of women, knowing that none of them would excite me like Meera.

A day later I had a surprise call. It was from Nikita. She was back in town.
I hoped she wouldn’t need any special favour from me like last time and immediately asked her out on a coffee. We met at a cafe at six. She wore a brown frock and looked elegant. Hotter than I ever thought, actually.
“You look hot, Neeku.”
I said. Her eyes widened.
“Wow. If you’re saying it must be true.”
She mesmerised me with her smile.
“By the way only my ex calls me Neeku.”
“Oh really, how do I know?”
I showed an innocent face and she grinned.

“How long are you here? “
I asked later.
“I had made a visit a few weeks ago but I couldn’t contact you; it was a very short one. This time I’ll stay for a week. Das has left for Paris.”
I didn't know that.
“When is he returning?”
I didn't really wanna know. But I pretended otherwise.
“Maybe this Saturday... he is...”
“Your husband would be missing you, wouldn't he?”
I interrupted her.
“Nope. He’ll adjust with his work.”
She said.
“That sounds a bit reproachful.”
“I didn't mean reproachful.”
“Are you sure?”
“mmm...okay, maybe somewhat it is...”
she admitted.
“You don't talk for the sake of saying it. I know. Not with me.”
“Yeah. I know. I have that freedom with you, haven’t I?”
I just nodded.
“I feel like I have the freedom with you to share my secrets without really worrying about it...”
“You feel like that? I am afraid you are hell wrong baby...”
“How?”
“I was planning to blackmail you with what I know...”
She was already smiling.
“Blackmail me? for money?”
“No. No.”
"Then what for?"
I leaned forward and lowered my voice.
“I was gonna take you home...”
“Oh really? “
She grinned.
“Yeah”
I said seriously.
“And then what?”
“You have no idea?”
“No.”
“Oh my Neeku... how can you be so innocent about it?”
“Stop it you stupid. Don't call me Neeku.”
She kicked me under the table. The girls at next table stared at us again and I winked at the cute one.
Nikita grabbed her coffee and took a swig.
“I am really sorry. I had to use you that day. I didn't think...”
“No you didn't use me."
She looked at me unbelievably.
“If you did, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me.”
She smiled.
“Thanks for making me feel better. You know I am really ashamed to even think about it now.”
“But you were really enjoying it while doing it...”
“Shut up. Why is it so difficult to talk to you?”
“This is our first ever coffee date, isn’t it?”
“No it’s not. But yes... first one like this...”
“There is a first time for everything... even I never thought you would be so loud...”
I constantly dragged her into the memory of her fling with her ex in my house a few months back, and she found the cafe a wrong place to be with me. She was embarrassed. And her voice became lower with each of my leg-pull.
“You know I was getting a hard-on, actually.”
I added.
She grinned and kicked my legs again. I caught her between my legs this time.
“Is he still in contact? Ask him to visit again. I am still staying alone.”
"Shut up. It’s a public place. Don't make me throw this cup on you."
She threatened.

It was fun. We parted after the coffee.

When we were leaving the cafe, I saw a familiar face at the other end of the cafe. I waved my hand at her. She returned a smile.
Nikita noticed it.
“Who’s that?”
“That’s Meghna. A friend.”

This time I felt good that she saw me with Nikita. To me, Meghna seemed like an eye of Meera. I felt like Meera was watching me. She must have seen me playing foot games with Nikita. I thought.
Suddenly I felt myself more attracted to Nikita.

[sarit11]

Chapter 52

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Nikita called again at nine in the night.

“Didi fell from the stairs.”
She said.
I immediately rushed to her and helped her take Neerja to a hospital. There was nothing serious but both the ladies were anxious. Neerja had her right hand fractured and ankle twisted; and they were dressed very soon. Neerja seemed too much tensed.

“It’s all normal Neerja. You’ll be alright soon. Why are you so stressed?”
I asked her later.
“I was worried if I couldn’t travel.”
“Travel to where?”
“Paris.”
“You are also going Paris?”
“Das didn't tell you? We are moving to Paris.”
“What do you mean by moving; are you gonna settle in there?”
“You don't know?”
She looked at Nikita. She was equally surprised.
“We are moving to Paris, Das is joining our son’s business there...”
“And you’re not coming back?”
I asked in a hurry.
“We haven’t planned our return yet. Not soon, for sure.”
She said. I was surprised.
“Really? Das never told me. Is that a surprise?”
I wondered.
“It’s strange Das haven’t told you. You guys are very close.”
Nikita said.
Well, we were. I didn't say.

By the time we got back home it was almost midnight. I and Nikita helped Neerja reach her bed comfortably. Neerja wasn’t happy about using a crutch.
“You know why I asked Nikita to seek help from you? Because you are the one who’s all responsible for this.”
Neerja said.
“Me? How?”
“Yes you. My knee is weak since our accident and because of that I fell down the stairs today.”
I laughed.
“You had caused that accident that day, madam.”

That car accident had indeed brought her troubles. But more than her, it had caused troubles for me. If not for that accident, I wouldn’t have met Mr. Das. And I wouldn’t have sought his help to save my wife from Sam’s apparent danger. And Das wouldn’t have seduced her to his bed. Yes, I was more at loss.

I bid Neerja good night and began to leave. Nikita walked me to the door.

“Are you leaving? You can stay if you want. It’s a big house, a lot of rooms...if you want...”
“If I want, huh?”
“No, I insist. It’s too late.”
“Beware what you wish for, young lady.”
I patted lightly on her cheek.
“If I stay I won’t let you sleep. “
Her eyes grew wide even in her sleepy mode.
“Is that a threat?”
“No, it’s a promise.”
“I can't believe you’re talking to me like this. Are you alright?”
She teased.
“Am I alright? Check for yourself!”
I turned myself to her, to stand face to face with her, just a few inches away from her. She stood her ground, her eyes challenging me. She wasn’t sleepy anymore. Suddenly some moments of silence crept in between us. A small smile began to appear at the corner of her lips and she erased it with a quick bite.

“What are you gonna do, gentleman?”
She forced out some words in the end.
Even though I wasn’t directly looking at, I could see the swell of her breasts, round and full, against her fine dress. I was constantly aware of the valley that could lead me deep into those fine globes. I was feeling aroused.

I cupped her face in my hands and leaned forward, as if to kiss her. She initially made a trivial attempt to withdraw, but then stood her ground. I avoided her lips and bit on her cheek instead. My teeth sank into her soft skin a bit hard and she writhed under the lock of my hands. Like a hen under a cock.
“Ouch!”
She tried to push me away, albeit in a very feminine way.
I moved. But I had made an almost ‘O’ mark on her cheek. She rubbed it with her palm.
“It’s yummy.”
I said.
“You pervert. Cannibal!”
She made a face at me, and she looked absolutely cute. I wanted to bite her more, making ‘O’s all over her.
“There are more yummy parts. But I am not gonna let you.”
She pushed me again, without making me really feel being pushed away. I knew where it was leading us.
“Yummy, yummy parts; yeah I know.”
I laughed and walked out of the door. I wasn’t really sure if I should stay. Meera’s face had started to flash in my mind. I felt her presence a few feet away from me, watching me. Despite having no idea on why she would do that, I felt she’s still observing me.

“Krish!”
Nikita stopped me again.
“Are you really leaving?”
“I should be.”
I said firmly.
She was suddenly at loss of words.
“Uh...how about a coffee?”
“You mean now?”
She shook her head.
“Just a coffee. I will make it.”
I looked at her and said quietly, “Okay, let’s see how you make it.”
So I walked into the house again. It was now more like sneaking into the kitchen and making a coffee, because of the way she handled the tea pot and cups; absolutely no sounds.

“I don't want didi know our secrets. She thinks she is your friend here.”
“What if she knows?”
“She’ll kill me, she not what you see. She’s nothing short of a lioness.”
I remembered Das behaving always scared of his wife, making me wonder what was so frightening about her. I felt she’s not that dangerous. What power does she possess to scare all the people around her? I wondered.

I felt I should call up Das and tell him ‘hey buddy, I am gonna tell Neerja about what you did with my wife.’
That would scare the shit out of him.

“Coffee is ready.”
Nikita said soon.
It was delicious.
“I feel awake now. “
I said.
“Yeah that’s what I wanted. I didn't want you drive asleep and get into accident...”
We walked to the hall with coffee.
“It’s a really big house for two people. How many rooms are there? “
I asked.
“I haven’t counted. Are you planning to buy? It’s already sold.”
She said.
So they are not gonna come back here. I figured.

Does that mean Das is leaving Meera forever? My heartbeats rose with an unknown sensation. I couldn’t make out I was pleased or more confused. If he goes away from her because he is moving out, that’s good. But how can that be possible? He could make a visit every now and then to her and meet up with her at random places; and their relationship would find some meaning in the long run. She’d be happy with that.
In the end I found more validity for my confusions. I even foresaw Meera getting pregnant, and I forced myself back to Nikita and her coffee.
“So, are you gonna miss this house? Which room was your favourite?”
I asked her.
“The master bedroom. It’s the largest. Plenty of space and practically everything...”
“The one Neerja is in now?”
“No. This one’s upstairs. Wanna see?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
I placed the empty cup on the centre table and got up with her.
“It’s already sold. Don't forget.”
She said as we walked the stairs. I walked behind her, watching how her back moved in a slow tune.
“It’s perfect.”
I said.
“What?”
She stopped and looked back at me.
“I said you look perfect from behind; I like it.”
She laughed.
“I know you wouldn’t say that.”
“Well I just said that. Now stop laughing and walk.”
I slightly pushed her, running the tips of my fingers down from her shoulders. I touched her bare skin; it was soft and...
She soon led me to the large room.
“It’s Das’ bedroom. Isn’t it the best one?”
She asked.
It was. A king size bed and the decor that screamed luxury formed its basic character. I walked to the bed. She stood next to me.
“What are you planning, dear?”
“I was thinking about using it for one time...”
I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes.
“No, you won’t...”
Her voice was soft this time. We both stared into each other’s eyes.
She was not challenging me. She was not daring me with those eyes. Not anymore. I had brought her too forth, and I could see where she was.
No one stays indecisive in those moments.

I pulled her closer, without breaking my eye contact with her. I could feel the beating of her heart I could feel the outlines of her body that pressed against me, and I sensed more of myself waking up in the middle of the night.
“Krish...”
Her voice was husky. I wrapped my hands perfectly around her and initiated a long kiss. She made no objections. She was seduced. She opened her mouth and let me taste her tongue very soon. She was warm and soft, and my kiss became intense with each passing moment. She had her arms around me making me feel I deserved her. I felt her arms caressing my back and I felt loved. It was a small gesture, but it made a big statement that it wasn’t lust but affection that was guiding her. Perhaps love.
I broke the kiss and sat her down on the edge of the bed.
“No.”
She said suddenly. It was against the flow of every stream of wind that existed around and within us.
“I can't. I am not safe.”
She mumbled.
“I am sorry, Krish. But I can never take this risk. I am sorry Krish.”
She began to get up and I stopped her.
“What makes you so worried about it? I’ll buy you a pill in the morning.”
She looked at me for a moment before replying.
“No. We’ll forget it. I can't take that risk. Even I want to be...”
She paused and sighed.
“But I can't. I know it was so stupid...I...”
She rued herself.
I was taken aback. Not because of her refusal but when I recollected Das’ confession of having sex with a family friend on the party night. Was it Nikita? He had said she was adamant about precaution measure.

Yes. Nikita herself had told me that she had made a short visit a few weeks ago.
A wry smile appeared on my lips as I wondered how small moments bring about big secrets.
“I am sorry, Krish. You can't find anything in here...”

She noticed my smile and stopped. I laughed.
“Yeah I know this house is worthless... but I am better equipped, my dear!”
I took my purse and pulled out a condom.
The same old unlucky, unused and abandoned one.
The sudden spark in her eyes in her eyes outshone every light Das had luxuriously set up in his room.
“You carry this in your purse?”
I just held out the little thing to her.
“Do you know how to use this one?”
She grinned.
“Eeeee! No! I want to know.”
She wasted no time to jump on me and felled me onto the bed.
She was a strong woman. It soon turned out.

She sat astride me and pulled up her kurti. I unbuttoned my shirt and bared my chest.
“I never thought we'd end up here.”
She lay on my chest and whispered.
“Me too.”
I said and bit on her ear lobes. She giggled lightly. Her lips were soon over mine. I unhooked her bra and she discarded it without breaking our kiss.
“You're a great kisser, Krish. I like it.”
She says when she sat up finally. She licked her lips.
“You don't hold back, do you?”
She was feasting my eyes with her bared breasts. She had light brown tits and they were really beautiful. I squeezed them softly and then ran my fingers down to the sides of her little fat belly.
“You look stunning, Nikki.”
I said.
“Like this?”
She smiled.
“Like this too.”
She ran her fingers over my chest and then followed it with her lips. Her breasts pressed over my stomach. I was getting harder with each of her moves and I wanted her touch my sex at the earliest. When her lips almost reached half of my stomach, I unfastened my pants and slowly pulled out my gift. It was hard and high, and throbbed under her firm grip very soon. I wanted more.
“Feel me with your lips Nikki.”
I asked.
“Call me Neeku... Krish!”
That's all she wanted me to do in return of what I had asked. As I watched her rubbing her face over the tip of it, I let out a moan.
She teased me further with her lips trailing up and down over it.
“Take me in, Neeku!”
I moaned.
She ran her fingers up and down on a swirling motion, and swallowed its round head.
All in a sudden, she transported me to an awkward situation in the past where I was denied to be felt with her lips by Meera during our honeymoon days. Meera had said she didn't like the idea because she thought it's not a healthy practice. She had never done it to me, until of course, taught otherwise by other men. Our fate had me watch her do it to other men before she eventually gave me that pleasure.

Here, this woman was doing it as response to a small gesture. I wondered if she had ever given her husband a blowjob.
Nikita rolled her tongue around its top and brought me back to the present. Nothing was needed to be spoken after that. She opened her mouth and swallowed me completely, and began sucking it like a lollipop. She was awesome. She was lovely. She was hungry and thirsty too.

Rest of our clothes disappeared in a matter of few minutes. My dick plunged deep into her throat many a times, and I then returned the favour by doing what I was eagerly waiting for, as I jumped myself between her legs. I rubbed my cheeks against the creamy white skin of her thighs to tickle her, and my tongue slowly danced its way to her centre. I saw goose bumps appearing on her softest and flawless skin. I soon had my mouth diving into her hole. I drove my tongue inside her and she began to moan in pleasure. I sucked her and slowly pulled her inner lips, hard pressed between my lips.
“Aaahh... aaahh... aaahh!”
She moaned and grabbed my hair, reach time I twisted my tongue inside her. Her cleanly shaved mount and the dark lips were tempting me to give her more than what she was asking for. I plundered her with my tongue and sucked into the darkness between otherwise light toned skins, intensely, until they were swollen, and she came soon. I pushed my finger through all the wetness she had been subjected and thrust into her repeatedly. She let out more and more of the glorious sounds that were music to my ears, until she cried out another of her wild explosion.
“Oh my Krish... aaahh...aaahhh... Stop it please...”
She cried.
“No... No... Nooo... Aaahhh... You're killing me...”
She had pressed her palm over her mouth to suppress her orgasm. She was all watery and I plunged into it, again to slurp her some more.
“Yummy... Yes, it's yummy!”
My voice was drunk with her honey. I was drugged. When I finally got off her, she kissed me deep into my lips for a moment before begging me to fuck her. She had the condom intact in her hand all the time; she tore it open and wore it on my dick, biting a smile into her lips.
“Fuck me now, Krish. Huh!”
She breathed and lay on her back with her legs split for me. I pulled them up over my shoulders and knelt between them, and drove myself into her. I was not yet in a hurry.
“When was the last time you had one in here?”
I asked, once I was fully inside her.
She cupped my face in her hand and looked at me with all the love in the world.
“Not in recent times... a few weeks ago... but it was nothing like this...”
I didn't hear her completely. I knew it was Das. I felt like I was taking his woman. I felt reborn.
I wanted to peel off my rubber and shoot a heavy load of my cum deep inside her and make her pregnant. Just a momentary thought.
I began to move myself and kissed into her mouth. As I worked into a perfect slow burning rhythm of friction inside her, she moaned and moved her ass up against me. I grabbed her face and licked her lips, resisting my urge to bite them to bleed.
“Neeku...”
I breathed into her mouth.
“You want my juice baby?”
“Yes...yes...”
That’s all she could say to me. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and she sucked it.
“Do you like it baby?”
“Mmm... Yes...”
“You want more?”
“mmm...”
I pushed my tongue again, this time more wet with saliva. She sucked it all and I began pounding her harder and deeper but faster.
“Gimme more... I’m thirsty...”
She opened her mouth asking for more of me.
“You want my juice?”
She just moaned in reply.
“My mouth juice...”
“mmm...ahhh...”
I brought down my mouth and let my saliva ooze into hers. She had surrendered to me completely and swallowed all of it. I saw her rolling her eyes back frantically and she encircled my neck tightly with her arms, and then I witnessed another absolutely delicious voice of pleasure arising from the insides of her throat. I too was very close. I upped my speed all the way, taking me to my explosion.
“Oh my baby... I am coming...”
I moaned into her mouth. She gasped with me with her mouth open and I lost myself there.
“Here’s my juice baby...”
I breathed and spit out another load of my saliva into her mouth. I had filled my rubber yet she had enough of my juices. She was content with her own melting. We breathed hard together and kissed a lot more like a real couple in love. We lay in each other’s arms looking into each other’s eyes.
“That was so good. Too great.”
She gasped.

I was so tired that I wanted to drop off at Das’ bed. But Nikita got up and pulled me out of it.
“You scoundrel, you’ll ruin my life.”
She blamed. I got up reluctantly and wore my clothes.
I was ready to leave very soon, and she walked me to the door. We hugged again, only to find ourselves kissing madly.
“Thanks for the wonderful night, Krish. I will never forget this one.”
She said. I too felt the same. The fact that it was so unplanned had made it even more wonderful for us. We felt like we were almost in love.

The fun with Nikita wasn’t going to end with just one night. The following night she sent me a message.
‘Dreaming of you.’
I called her and we chatted into late night. I often felt an urge to ask about her night with Das, but I resisted it every time.
It would offend her. I thought. I didn't want to hurt her pride.

Friday I eventually asked her out.
“There is a wonderful place called The Square. You’ll love it.”
I said.
She initially didn't like the idea of late night returning to Neerja.
“I will have to tell a lot of lies to her. “
She worried.
“Well, do it then!”
“No, I can't.”
She said.

Well, we showed up at The Square at sharp 8pm. The crowd was already heavy, though not at its peak. A group of Hungarian dancers were expected to set the night ablaze. Nikita was amused at the ambience.
“It’s a wonderful place.”
She said.
“So are you.”
I said.
She lent me those beautiful eyes.
“You know, I knew you were going to ask me out again, but I wasn’t expecting this. I was expecting- not wishing particularly for- that you’d take me to your house...”
“Of course, I am gonna take you there after this...”
I said, caressing her arms.
She blushed.
“That’s what I like in you, Krish. It’s not only the sex, is it?”
I smiled. She was true. The rage against Das was something, and this woman had actually nothing to do with that. I was naturally attracted to her.

To hell with Das, to hell with Meera; I love the moments I spend with this woman. I thought.
I leaned to her and kissed her. She was embarrassed at my public show, but she hardly had any issues with it.
“Of course, it’s you, Nikita. I am looking forward to the moments I spend with you. I want to keep us happy by doing happy, new things. “
I said.
She looked at me adorable for a few seconds.
“I want to sit with you, with your arms around me.”
I her eyes, I saw affection. I took her to the huts across the garden. I chose the same hut where Meera and Vivek had made out. We sat where she had sat with him. Nikita instantly kissed me.
“Why didn't you try it on me earlier?”
She asked.
“Try it on you?”
“I mean, I wish we were a bit earlier. I am sad that I may not visit this city ever again.”
She was obviously a guest in my life. She made me remember.
“When are you leaving?”
“Day after tomorrow, early morning flight. This is our last night together.”
She said sadly.
“Last night, yes. How do you want to celebrate it?”
“I want to be in your bed, very intimate.”
I held her close and rubbed my arm into hers. She cooed against my neck. I too wanted her in the cosiness of my bed, as quick as possible. I began to ask about leaving immediately, but my phone rang to stop me.
Nikita moved away slightly to help me pull it out of my pocket.
The caller was Meera.

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Meera was calling me. My heartbeats had shot up in a second and I was forced to realise one truth.
Though I was constantly trying to make believe that I had moved on from her, deep in my heart I was still probing whether she had truly moved on from me. Because the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw her call was if Meera was watching me a few feet away from. I could pretend myself that she did not hold the right to censure me, but the fact was something else. She still held some kind of power over me. Those powers - exactly those which I secretly wished she possessed because of reasons unknown. Perhaps these are my afterthoughts, but it has always been there.
I wanted to answer the call right away.
“This is my ex-wife remembering me. She does it every now and then.”
I looked at Nikita.
She smiled.
“Well, you may need some privacy. Let me visit washroom by the way.”
She pecked at the side of my cheek and stood up.
“Remember, I will need you the whole when I return,” She added and walked out of the hut.

I answered Meera.
“Hello my dear wife, how is that you remembered me on a Friday night?”
I knew I sounded sarcastic. I felt I wasn’t my usual self. Perhaps never would be.
“Krish.”
I heard her voice. She lacked energy.
“Yes. This is Krish.”
“Krish where are you?”
I felt she must have noticed the noisy background from my side.
“You know there’s a beautiful place in town called The Square. I am there.”
I was sure it would induce in her a gut feeling.
“The Square?”
“Yes. Do you know this place?”
She didn't answer me. I wasn’t surprised.
“Who are you with? Ananya?”
I laughed.
“Who is Ananya, Meera? I don't remember any Ananya. You erased her even from my memories.”
“Then who are you with?”
“Do you think I can befriend Ananya only? The world is full of beautiful women. You didn't want me hook up with anyone you knew, that’s really what you want from me right?”
“Stop it, Krish!”
She was furious.
“You are with her, aren’t you?”
“You are obsessed with her, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I can't forget it. I am sorry for that...”
“Well, you can forget her. She has left forever. I haven’t heard anything of her since last Saturday. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“No. I would have wanted her not entered your life at all.”
“Well, you let it all happen yourself.”
She was silent. I thought she took some blame, finally.
“Meera?”
I asked a few seconds later.
“How long you have been together?”
“We’ve never been together.”
“How can I believe that? I saw you naked. You had sex with her.”
“Yes, of course, we did.”
I had started burning inside.
“How can I believe that was your first time with her?”
“Well, you don't have to.”
I said firmly. I didn't like the way she was leading the conversation.
“Krish I don't understand you. You didn't want to date Meghna. Then why Ananya? What is so good about that bitch?”
I had lost my patience now.
“Bullshit. You know what? have you noticed Ananya’s lips? She gives me wonderful blowjobs. Yes, she sucks my dick so great and that’s what I find her so good. And you know what, she’s very good in bed too; and it wasn’t our first time. We had been doing it for long. Many, many, many times. You know I have a lot of free time and a spacious house...”
Meera was struck hard with my repellency. I wanted her to.
“More than what I did with Das?”
“More than that. You combine that with what you had with Shekhar too, and still more than that.”
I heard her laughing forcibly.
“You are lying, Krish. You can't do that. You are lying.”
She said and cut the phone.
She was right. And she was gone, again. I felt.

Why doesn’t she listen to me, ever? I wondered.
Except the fact that she was upset when she had called, and she was probably worse after the call, I understood nothing.
Why did she call me? She wasn’t watching me for sure. What did she want to ask? Was she remorseful? Das was not with her. Is that why she remembered me? Das would leave for France sooner or later. Was she looking for reconciling?

Was she offering apologies? Was she seeking apology?
I couldn’t understand anything. I wasn't even sure if she knew about Das' abroad plans.

I hadn’t enjoyed her flooding me with all the questions as if she was a saint. I didn't regret pissing off her. I thought she deserved it.

I was thoughtful when Nikita returned.
“What happened?”
She sat close with me.
“Nothing.”
I noticed how unrestrained she had become with me. She sat with me like my wife. My woman. I could kiss her right away and she would oblige.
She smiled at my stare.
“What are you watching at me?”
I put my arms around her.
“I was thinking about how close we have become in just a couple of days.”
“Not in a couple of days, Krish. I don't know if you would believe me. I had liked you the moment didi had introduced you to me at the airport. I didn't understand it then because I wasn’t looking into it. Now, when I look back, I feel like you’ve always been the person I had dreamt of in my life. I am so glad that I invited you for coffee that night. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have found you.”
I remembered the way she was looking at me at the airport. There was something in her eyes, I had noticed it. The same spark was still in her eyes. And she wasn’t a married woman and mother of two children. She was a teenage lover. I liked her even more.
“So you’ve found me?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re gonna lose me soon.”
“No. I won’t. You’ll remain in here.”
She touched her chest.
“You are moving not only me but also you...”
“Yeah, I know. But we can talk our heart to only those who has some heart for us, right?”
Right, she was.
“When I leave, please don't come to the airport. I will be emotional, and will definitely get caught.”
She said.
“I promise.” I joked light-heartedly.
“Anything else, any other wishes?”
I asked, holding her tightly.
“Yes. Make a lot of love to me tonight.”
She leaned and kissed me. Her warm lips engulfed my entire mouth and she ran her tongue around my lips. I was surprised at her instant transition to her sensual self.
“You are crazy!” I wiped my lips when she finished toiling my lips.
“I am crazy, huh? Don't you remember what you did to me that night? You spat into my mouth!”
“You asked me.”
“No, you made me say yes. That’s it.”
“Didn't you like it?”
She stared into my eyes with her mouth agape.
“Yes, I did. Oh god! I never thought would do such things. Actually I never even thought of such things...”
“Don't you want a repeat of that tonight?”
I patted lightly on her cheek. She bit her lips.
“Yes. I want a repeat of everything. I want to surrender to you one last time.”
She had turned to sit facing me. I pulled her legs into my lap and brushed my lips with hers repeatedly.
“Yes. I am gonna own you one last time. You know what, in a couple of hours, you’ll be lying in my bed with your mouth open, asking for more juices...”
“Yes...”
She had her arms around me.
“Day after tomorrow, when you are home, I want you to make love to your husband. I want you push him down to bed and climb on top of him and while riding him, I want you to ask him to open his mouth. Then you will return the favour to him.”
“Oh my God. I can't do that.”
She panicked.

“You can. You can't. It doesn't matter to me. I just want you do that.”
“I don't think Vikas will ever like that.”
“Isn't he a man?”
“Yes, but...”
“I'm not gonna tell you how beautiful you are. I know you've heard that a lot of times. I just wanna tell you, if he's a man, he won't resist you. He just can't. He'll be your... What do you want him to be?”
“Slave.”
She found a word for her husband very easily. I didn't need to say it really. I noticed the spark in her eyes when she said that.
“You want him to be your slave in bed, don't you?”
“Yes, I want.”
It was the sound of a woman who aimed to thrive.
“You can. But you must make a promise to me. You'll never cheat on him.”
She was taken aback.
“Then only you can possess the power to own him completely.”
“Yes. I understand. I promise.”
She said, staring deep into my eyes.
“Then let's go. Let's leave. I can't wait to own you my love.”
I said.
“Yes. Even I can't wait.”
She got up immediately.

When we walked across the main lobby Nikita noticed someone.
“A girl over there is giving you eyes.”
She told me.
I didn't bother to look.
“Leave her. I have you.”
I held her hand and walked toward the exit. I was sure it wouldn't be Meera.

We had dinner at a nearby restaurant and then hurried to my home.
She kept talking to me all the silly things she cared about in this world throughout the dinner and most of the way, but by the time we reached my house, she couldn’t find words to talk. She was too concerned with what was going to happen once we entered the house.
That was exactly what followed. I had hardly managed to lock the door, Nikita jumped on me. She kissed me hard and I stopped her at nothing. I ate her lips and crushed her ass cheeks like a mad man who didn't know where to start. I was too horny. I threw away my shirt right there at the door and managed to drag her to the couch. Soon we found our clothes being torn away by us until we were completely nude. As I knelt on the sofa, she bent forward to push my dick into her mouth. I held her head in my hands and thrust deep into her throat. When she stopped she brought my dick between her breasts and let me rub it between them. Then she lay straight with her legs spread and begged me.
“Fuck me, Krish. Please!”
Before I could remember from where I could grab a condom at the earliest, I heard a car pulling into my house.
Yes, I heard it this time.
I turned my head and looked into the closed door.
Soon, the door bell rang. The visitor was definitely not in a mood to break it open.
I knew it couldn’t be Mr. Das this time.
And I knew who else it could be.