Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

[Sagar s]

We..,are waiting broo

[The Last samurai]

Krish will there be any updates today. Please confirm we area waiting eagerly from Sunday. Looking at the delay in update there might be some very interesting thing happening between Desai and meera this time.
Waiting for the update

[krish_999]

Sorry for the delay guys. I'm travelling and I don't have access to my PC. I have written the chapter but I'm not finished with editing. I'm a bit disappointed about it. Nevertheless I'm posting the chapter here because I won't be able to edit it until I get back to my PC. I will edit the chapter later. Forgive the typos please.

Chapter- Seventeen

The next morning there was heavy rain. I spent morning hours in bed cuddling Meera; adoring her soft cheeks, caressing her arms, running my fingers through her hair strands, and chatting.

Meera told me about her wish to go on a day trip to somewhere; having the breakfast in a roadside Daaba and lunch in a resort.
Her work pressure had been noticeably down to a level of manageable. It was the first time she was mentioning about recreation in a long time. Otherwise it was always me who initiated plans like day trip.
I said I was glad that she finally found peace at work.
“No, I haven’t found peace.” She said. “It’s just that I am learning how to cope with this. I can’t live in a pressure cooker forever.”
“That’s still something to positive to talk about.” Her struggle with Ashish had only escalated with time.
“I can’t remember smiling at him, even once since the first day. Last week he shared a joke during a meeting and I deliberately maintained a blank face.” Meera said and laughed. “The joke was actually funny. I laughed when I left the conference hall.”
I smiled. “I can see you hate him so much.”
“He tops my list of hated people.” “Even above Desai?”
“Desai doesn't get into your head. But this man doesn't let you settle down even when you're alone, far from him.”
I looked into her eyes when she said that. She was being herself.
“I just don’t understand one thing – how can a man torment a woman so beautiful like you for no reason. Does he just hate beauty? Is he a psycho?”
Meera smiled.
“Are you angry about my boss?”
“Yeah. I want to meet him once.”
“What will you say when you meet him?” “I’ll have to think about it.”
I said.

I had made up my mind to tell Ashish that Meera was my wife. I phoned him later that day. Ashish was at the airport. I could hear the flight announcement in the background. He was there to receive his family arriving from abroad. He asked me if I know of any good drivers who can commit for two weeks program. He was planning for a vacation with family.
I quickly changed my mind about telling him about Meera.
“Leave it to me, Ashish. I will arrange it.” I promised.
I was happy to help him as I knew a driver who would fit his requirement. I phoned my friend immediately and he agreed to meet Ashish next day.
The next day Ashish phoned me and thanked me.

It turned out Meera and her colleagues had no idea about Ashish's family arriving from abroad. Meera's knowledge about Ashish being a divorcee hadn’t changed. I felt Ashish was really a mysterious person at work.
At one point Meera mentioned Ashish's broad forehead that would soon turn into baldness. I laughed, because in my opinion he had a straight forehead that was just normal.
It was a point when Meera's hatred toward her boss became a matter of amusement to me.
I loved to add into this. I once told Ashish was a handsome guy in my opinion.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know that? Have you seen him?”
“Yeah,” I said with confidence. “I have seen him in a party.”
“No, it’s not possible.” Meera said. “There is no way Ashish could be in that party.”
“Why not?”
“Because, he’s very bad in socialising with the public. Even if he’s not, he’s very hesitant. He’s got only work in his head.” Meera said. I didn’t try to correct her. But I brought up another idea to annoy her. “I think he’s attracted to you but you are way out of his reach; and that’s making him hate you.”
Meera laughed.
“No, he hated me because he hates all women in general. He has no family. He lives his life without women.”
I was left to wonder why Ashish was not revealing his marital status at workplace.
Does he too have some dark fantasies?

Meera was invited for a colleague's wedding anniversary on Saturday. She said she wouldn't go because her colleague had invited Ashish too and and he had supposedly agreed to come.
"I don't like to smile at him." Meera said scornfully.
"Then don't go." I said.

One day Meera came home she was particularly gloomy.
“The company is planning to cut costs. They are axing jobs.”
She said.
“Is your job at risk?”
I asked. I knew how much this job meant to her.
“It shouldn’t be. But what worries me is that it’s Ashish who’s preparing the evaluations.”
She was scared that Ashish's hatred toward women automatically puts her in the list, irrespective of her performance.
However, I was confident of influencing Ashish. And I did not share Meera's opinion about him. If he was so misogynistic then he wouldn’t have helped Ananya.
“Just have confidence in you, baby. You are not expendable. I know that.” I patted Meera on the shoulder.
“If I was the boss, I would axe him first.” Meera blurted.

Meera remained lost in thoughts for the rest of the evening.
When we went to sleep I asked her if she was thinking about how to remove her boss from his post.
“No,” Meera said. “But I’d love to see him go.”
I turned to her and put my arm around her.
“You said he’s man without social life. If he loses his job too, it will be the end of story for him.” I said.
“So what? He deserves some pain.”
Meera said.
“You want to see him in pain?”
“I don’t want to see him in pain. I am not a sadist. But I will enjoy when he gets some pain.”
“Would you like to torture him, if you had a chance?”
Meera looked at me amused.
“What are you suggesting?”
I smiled. “Tell me, do you want to torture your boss?”
“How?”
I noticed the glow of her eyes.
“I don’t know. What do you think will be a torture to him?”
“I don’t know about him that much.”
“Okay,” I smiled and moved closer to her. “Imagine I am your boss. This is his bed. Now we know the last thing he wants to see here is you.”
Meera was smiling already.
“You are playing with my situation.”
“But I can see you are smiling. And you look gorgeous when you smile.”
“You don’t look like him. He can’t tell me those words. He’s a complete ass hole.”
“I am giving you a chance to torture a man who hates you. Don’t you have any idea how to do it?”
I asked again. Meera pushed me back and kept her left foot over my legs.
“I have a lot of ideas. I know even a touch like this will annoy him.”
“Is that all you got?"
"But you don't look like him."
"Call me Ashish, Meera." I added weight to my voice. "And tell me, have you finished the report I asked you an hour ago?"
"An hour ago?" Meera's smile vanished. "What do you think of me?  A machine or something?"
"We all are machines. That's why we are getting paid."
"But an hour is not enough to finish a report, you idiot."
Now I was sure she was enjoying it.
"You can't call me that."
"I will. Idiot." Meera placed her palm across my face. I pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me. I don't like being touched by woman like you?"
"What do you mean by woman like me, huh?"
She placed her palm again across my face. This time it quickly moved forward and rested behind my ear. My subtle attempt to push her away was failed.
"You women think you can get everything because you are beautiful?"
Meera pushed be back further and lay on top of me. I felt her breath on my face. I was becoming aroused.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, don't you?"
"Get off me, Meera. I am your boss."
"Not now. Here I am your boss." Meera held my face and grinned.
"I will fire you."
"I don't care what you do, mister." Meera pinched my cheeks with both hands. As her torso completely rested on my chest, her breasts got squeezed between our body. The white softy melons popped out of her neck line, and I pretended to be nervous to look at it. I did it so obvious that Meera noticed it right away.
"What, do you have a problem with my breasts too?"
She patted across my face.
"Don't slap me. I am your boss, Meera."
"This isn't a slap, yet." Meera patted me on the cheeks again. "And you are not my boss. I am your boss here. Do you understand?"
"No, you are not my boss. A woman can't be my boss, Meera."
"How dare you to speak like that to me. Call me madam, not Meera."
"No." I refused and shook my head. "Get off me."
"Not until I make you realise who the boss is. Take off your shirt."
"No. No. I am not taking it off."
But Meera quickly got up and pulled my shirt to remove it. She sat on my waist and removed her top too, to reveal her bra-clad figure. I struggled to pretend uninterested.
"Oh my god. Don't do this. I don't want to do this. Please let me go." I tried to shake her off me. Meera fell on my chest again.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, right? What about being kissed?"
"No...No..."
My vocal resistance was ignored by Meera as her lips seized mine. I still tried to shake my body in refusal.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you kissed me." I said nervously as she freed my lips. I wiped my lips right away. "Your saliva is on my lips."
Meera smiled at me.
"You are overacting, mister."
"No, I don't like the taste of someone's saliva. Don't kiss me like that."
Meera looked at me with a meaningful smirk. "Oh really?"
Next thing I knew was her thumb and forefinger pressing either sides of my mouth to open it.
"Open your mouth, mister. Open your mouth, Ashish."
She was again at her best playing the bossy role. I opened my mouth.
"Now drink this."
She said and spit into my mouth. I swallowed it.
"No. Please leave me."
She pressed her fingers and passed the saliva again into my mouth.
"Who's the boss, tell me now."
"You are."
I offered my surrender.
"Call me madam."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, then." Meera laughed and kissed me. The kiss this time was a longer, deeper one. When it ended, she was gasping.
"Let's stop it and do some serious stuff now." She blurted.
I too shared the same opinion and I quickly changed positions. Our clothes disappeared in a few seconds. As I got between her legs, Meera grabbed my dick and guided it into her.
"She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. I can never forget the feeling of her fingers around my dick though briefly until she guided it into her. "
Desai's voice echoed in my head. I froze a moment.
"Move it, baby."
Meera's voice was soft but it nevertheless gave away her impatience to feel my dick in her wet pussy. I pushed and Meera let out a gasp.
"Mmm...." She threw her arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me. I thrusted hard, trying not to think about Desai. But the more I tried, the more difficult it became. Meera's moans got only lauder with each push. I lowered my face behind her ear.
"Do you want it harder, Meera?" I whispered.
"Yeah, harder. Yes..." Meera blurted.
I closed my eyes to imagine myself as Ashish. It was my last attempt to distract me from the memory of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper. Meera's arms became tighter and looser again tighter around my body as I manipulated my pace. Eventually Meera cried in pleasure. I pulled out next moment and jerked out my creamy juice on her throbbing belly.
"Oh you remembered," Meera laughed. "I had forgotten it out of pleasure, baby."
"You enjoyed it, right?"
I asked as I fell next to her, panting heavily.
"Yeah," She smiled at me with love in her eyes.
"Finally a reason to thank your boss, right?"
Meera pushed me away.
"You are such a dirty husband."
"Don't you love this dirty husband, baby?"
She readily kissed me. "I do love this dirty husband."

And she expressed her love to my roleplay in the following night too, when I went up a step further by letting her tie my hands with a shawl. She undressed me completely and sat on my legs.
"You hate women, don't you, mister?" She asked as she began to jerk my hardness. "But your body says something else."
"Please don't do this. Leave me alone, ma'am."
"You need to love me. I'll make you love me, Ashish."
She said as she moved forward and guided my hardness into her hole. Her skirt was on and I couldn't see it, but I could sense how wet she was. She moved her waist back and forth to ride me slowly until she gifted herself a satisfying orgasm. She then brought her arms to work to make me cum too.
"Do you like our dirty game?" I asked  as she untied me.
"Of course, I love it." She said with an adorable smile. "You always find a way to bring me back to the game. I have to thank you for that."
She thanked me again in morning for trying to help her get mentally on top of Ashish because it was working. I wasn't sure if I was helping her or exploiting her.


Thursday evening Desai phoned me. He was throwing a party on the success of a new business collaboration with a company.
"I am inviting only my close friends and families. Your names appears on the top side of the list. You must bring Meera too."
He said. This was an invitation I had been expecting since the day he reconciled me. I didn't know what to say.
"Desai..." I was thinking about an excuse.
"Don't say anything, Krish. You promised me we are good being friends." Desai interrupted me.
I had no choice but to agree with him.

But I was far from comfortable to take Meera on a dinner night to Desai. Meera's colleague's wedding anniversary came into my mind. It was on the same night.
"No, I don't want to go," Meera said when I asked her to go for the anniversary.
What's the use of me helping you torture him every night then?" I asked. "Don't be afraid of him."
I'm not afraid of him. I just...
She paused.
She later told me she would go.

When I showed up alone at Desai's party, I expected him to be disappointed. He wasn't. I chose to believe he was acting cool in front of me.

Meera's experience of Saturday night was bad. She was already home when I returned from Desai's party.
She said Ashish was there. He was being treated like a celebrity and she couldn't stand the sight.
I laughed.
You can't bear the sight of your boss getting more attention; so that's the issue.

Monday Meera phoned me.
Desai just phoned me. She said.
Desai was disappointed that none of her team members showed up for his grant party.
And he has invited us for the lunch today.
Don't go. He's just trying to befriend you.
I said readily.
Why?
Meera asked. I wondered why I needed to explain that to her.
He's trying to befriend you, baby. We can't trust him.
You are scared of him.
I don't like him.
Then why did you invite him for dinner the other night?
Meera, he gave me the promotion.
Yes, you have a valid reason. But why my reason isn't valid enough?
I couldn't believe that we were arguing over Desai. It was a first.
What's your reason?
He is already friends with us. I mean me, Anagha, and Nelson. He has invited the team, all of us three. And there is one more thing. Desai said he will come to pick us up from our office at noon. I want Ashish to see us all leaving with Desai, after he's given me an that lecture the other day.
Meera had made up her mind. There was no point in arguing. I tried to believe her decision was based on her confidence and fearlessness about Desai.
However, she was the same woman who tried to avoid facing Ashish in a party two days ago. My thoughts were again clouding my mind that her hatred towards Ashish was benefiting Desai.
I was also left wondering why Desai was adamant to throw this lunch with Meera's team. That they missed out his lunch party was a lame excuse.
If I had also been missed out, would he have invited me too? Are Meera, Anagha, and Nelson the only ones to have missed out?
Also,  Desai was too big a professional figure to drive them from their workplace to the restaurant. He could have easily sent a cab for them.
The more I thought, the more I became convinced about Desai's intention. His only target is Meera.

As time ticked towards the noon, I began to feel the heat. I thought of how Desai could further trick Meera into fulfilling his ultimate dream. He could secretly drug her and under the pretense of helping, he could take her to his place. Or our place.
My throat became dry in a second as I thought about my apartment. I thought of Desai walking into my house with a semi conscious Meera. It would be a matter of seconds before he led her to our bedroom.
Our room. Our bed.
The thought dreaded me.

At noon I borrowed my friend's car and headed to Meera's office. I knew either Meera or Desai would easily recognise my car, so I didn't want to risk being caught. I stopped near the parking lot and I quickly recognised Desai's car. I was on time.
Ten minutes later I saw Desai walking out of the elevator. Behind him were my wife, her colleagues Anagha and Nelson. It was the first time I was seeing Anagha and Nelson. The former looked in her late thirties and the latter was younger than Meera.
Nelson was wearing a neckband headphone and I almost thought he was chatting on the phone.
Anagha wearing a kurti and jeans had a round figure, looking just short of being called overweight. Her face looked cute though.
Meera was gorgeous as usual, in her stylishly tucked in sleevless white shirt and black pants. Even though the shirt with collar did not show any skin around her neck, lack of sleeves exposed and enhanced her beautiful arms. The thin fabric also complemented the shapely breasts very well. Paired it with a matching trousers that stopped at the right spot to reveal her milky white ankles, she looked hot and a class apart from her colleague.

As they approached the car and paused for a brief chat, I thought they were discussing who would take which seat. I didn't want Meera take the front seat and sit next to Desai.
Nelson took the front seat though, much to my relief. I would quickly feel ashamed of myself for overthinking about such stuff.
I had seen much worse in the past, and I was actually a husband with liberal mindset, but I was still getting panic when Desai was involved.
I followed their car, smartly maintaining a safe distance. It started drizzling and it further eased the fear of getting caught. Desai drove the car to a restaurant located 5 miles to the north, and it roughly took twenty minutes to reach the place.
I stopped my car at the other side of the road and watched Desai parking his car at the restaurant's roofed parking lot.
I noticed Desai observing the surroundings, especially the other cars parked in the lot, before leading them into the restaurant. I wondered if he was looking for me. I felt glad that I didn't bring my own car. I was sure he wouldn't spot me inside a random car, especially because of the drizzling.
They disappeared into the posh restaurant very soon.
The drizzling was now obstructing my view  and I had to operate wiper to get a clear view. After a long weight of forty-five minutes, I noticed Nelson outside the front gate. I become cautious when I saw none of others behind him. Nelson was this time clearly talking on the phone.
Meera and Anagha had stayed back with Desai in the restaurant. Forty-five minutes was too quick for a lunch to finish at that restaurant. I tried to calm down myself that nothing wrong was happening.
After a while, my phone buzzed.
Desai had sent me a photo. It had Meera's smiling face between Desai and Anagha.
The photo was followed by a text.
'This is all I need, my pal. I'm happy. I hope this doesn't upset you.'
He was trying to comfort me, I felt.
They were sitting on a large sofa. Part of their dining table was also seen in the photo.
But what I noticed first and kept zooming in later was Desai's palm sitting on Meera's shoulder. She was either ignorant of the touch or was too comfortable with him to notice the body contact. I couldn't make out either and my heartbeats began to rise.
I felt the itch to get out of the car and go in to the restaurant to see what they were doing. But it was day time, and I had no idea about the restaurant's insides. I could get caught the moment I walked in. I was sure Meera would notice me the moment I walked into the restaurant and I had no valid reason to be there in case she saw me, except from spying on her. My pride was not allowing me to admit what I was doing. So I kept my cool and remain seated in the car.
And what annoyed me the most in the middle of this was a growing bulge in my pants. I was ashamed and embarrassed of that I was getting an erection even when I was genuinely worried about my wife sitting next to Desai. I pressed my dick over the pants to hurt it and make limp, but it only helped me realise that my dick was craving for my touch.
I tried to divert my mind, but with me eyes fixed at the front gate of the restaurant in the hope of seeing my wife finally walking out after the lunch, I couldn't think of anything else. I imagined Anagha walking out of that gate, leaving Meera and Desai back in the restaurant.
What would Desai do if he manage to get Meera alone?
I was sure he wouldn't be a fool to try out his hard earned luck in a public place. But I was sure he would try to flirt with her and make her comfortable around him, even when there's no one else. He would convey indirectly that he wasn't any danger. I was sure that he was doing all this only to make her consider him like a harmless guy so that she would be comfortable walking into his apartment when the opportunity arrives.

Then all of a sudden I saw them walking out, bringing a halt to my thoughts. This time Meera sat in the front seat of the car. It clearly showed how comfortable she had become with Desai. I reckoned it would be just a matter of time before she agreed to have lunch and dinner with him. It was evident that she was turned on by the memories of what Desai had done to her. It would me a matter of time before she began getting turned on by his touch. It would be a matter of time before she started craving for more.
The thought itself was devastating. I felt my life was heading towards the same path I had walked before.
"You will never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life." I remembered Meera's words. Even though she had delivered those words to me out of anger, I felt it was going be true.


Meera's equation with Ashish at work was worsening. One day she reached home and threw her bag on the floor.
"I'm going to quit, Krish!" She said. "He has prepared the list. I know I'm on the list."
"But why do you need to quit?"
I asked.
"Today we had a heated moment again. I gave him a mouthful. He walked away, stunned."
I sat with her and tried to comfort her.
Meera then revealed how she ended up having coffee with Desai later in the day.
"I'm sorry, baby. I was disturbed and I couldn't continue in my desk." Meera said. "Desai showed up and he saw I was upset. I too felt I needed a break."
"How did you go there, to the cafe?"
I asked.
"In his car," Meera looked at me. "I know you'd want me to be cautious. In sorry, Krish. I just wanted to breathe easy. I thought he already knew that I was upset and he wouldn't try to piss me off further. He didn't do it say anything, but he asked me if I keep you informed about such coffee and lunch always. I asked him why he was asking that and he said he wanted to take me to lunch at his place. And he said it could be kept a secret if I wanted to."
He is making his move. I heard my own voice in my head.
"What did you say?"
"What would I say? I'm not stupid to fall into his bullshit again. I told him there's no need to keep anything from my husband and I'm not doing anything that needs to be kept from my husband."
I felt glad about her response.
"You said it right. I was expecting him to come up with innovative ideas like this. What did he say?"
"He backtracked, saying he didn't mean anything. He just wanted me to feel better. He says he'll always be there."
"I want you to be cautious around Desai, because I always feel a bad vibe around him. He's just..." I paused and tried to smile. "Forget it. Now you're home. So relax. I'll make you a tea if you want."
Meera hugged me and thanked me for my support.

That evening she didn't go for evening walk. Sheetal too cancelled her rountine when she learnt about it. She sat with me and we chatted for a while. Meera sat with us, watching us talk. Later she told me Sheetal was particularly shier around me than anyone else.

That night Meera told me she didn't need to be excessively angry with Ashish.
"It's possible that he doesn't like Desai visit our office too often. He maybe thinking that I'm the reason for that. I don't know. But he is the boss, he can have his thought process can't he?"
Meera asked me. I was making the bed. When I was done, I turned to her and smiled.
"I know exactly what is wrong with Ashish."
Meera became curious.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Meera threw a pregnant look.
"I can smell where you're heading, honey."
She was blushing. I took her in my arms.
"Is this how you behave with your boss? Do you address your boss honey?"
I added weight to my voice.
"Ashish doesn't have such a strong voice. He has rather a soft one."
"I'm glad you at least have something positive about me."
"No. I hate everything about you, Ashish."
She pushed me away and I fell on the bed. The play was on. She quickly climbed on top of me and grabbed me by neck.
"Mr. Boss, you are not allowed to move. Here I'm the boss, do you understand?"
"You can do anything, but don't take my clothes off."
"Really," She laughed and did exactly the opposite. In a minute I was lying in my underwear. Meera ran her fingers over my hardness.
"I thought you hate women. What happened now?"
She had a grin on her face and it was absolutely cute. I wanted to grab her and kiss her right away. But I went on with the roleplay.
"I'm naturally like this." I said.
"Liar. Bloody liar!" She bent down to my face and straightaway licked across my lips. I almost opened my mouth in anticipation of a kiss but her tongue went across it, only making my lips wet with her saliva.
"You have a liking for my taste, don't you?"
Meera patted on my cheeks with a teasing smile.
"What taste?"
"Open your mouth." She demanded.
"No." I said.
However, I gladly opened my mouth as soon as Meera pressed her thumb and index finger at either sides of me mouth. Meera looked into my eyes and then spat into my mouth.
"Hold it," she said after one spit. "Don't swallow it now." She gathered another load of saliva in her mouth and spat again.
"Now," she took her fingers off me and I swallowed.
"Do you like the taste now?"
"Why are you torturing me like this? I don't like to taste anything."
"I know you don't enjoy a lot of things I do, Ashish. But now I'm going to do it until you change your mind."
Meera said and pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra-clad body. She quickly undid her bra to release her melons. Her nipples were halfway to being hard.
"Would you like to taste my milk?"
"No," I shook my head sideways without taking my eyes of them. Meera bent down again and next moment I had her breasts being pushed onto my face. The feeling of her softness made my dick twitch.
"Just taste it, Ashish. Don't pretend you don't want to." Meera grabbed my hair with one hand and with other hand she pushed her one breast into my mouth. I faked hesitation for a moment though, but then I was thirstily sucking them one by one.
"Do you like my taste, mister?"
"Mmm..."
I moaned.
"Then open your mouth again."
She demanded. I opened my mouth and she fed me another load of her sweet saliva. She looked into my eyes as a swallowed.
"You hate my tongue don't you, Ashish? You don't want me to speak up. Now you'll know what I can do with my tongue."
She said and licked all over my face. Her tongue swirled over my lips, leaving me gasping. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, only to be pushed away by Meera.
"How dare you to touch me?"
Her voice was soft though.
"I'm sorry, madam."
I said quickly.
"No, you are not sorry. You deserve more torture for this." Her hand reached down and wormed inside my underwear and grabbed me throbbing pole.
"You know Ashish, the only part of you that respect me is this. It's the evidence that you desire me deep in your heart. You like me, don't you?"
Her warm fingers began to move inside my underwear, giving me a handjob. Being forced to spend inside the confinement until then, it was soon in a pool of pleasure. I didn't want her to stop.
"You always find a reason to berate my work. But you do secretly dream dirty things about me, don't you? Dirty things that you haven't even thought of doing with your ex-wife..."
"Yes..."
I moaned and pulled her back to me and kissed her hard. Meera tried to move away but i didn't let her. I sucked her lips hard and my hands quickly found way to her breasts.
I pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her. Next I pulled down her lower pants in a hurry.
Meera was smiling now.
I quickly shed my underwear and got between her legs.
"You know what, Meera. You're right. Every word you said. I desire you. I dream about you and I dream about this."
I said and pushed my dick into her. She moaned.
I bent down to latch onto her mouth with my lips and began to thrust my dick inside her. 
I was throbbing inside her. She was very much wet but my dick still felt tight inside her.
"You know what I hate about you, Meera?"
I asked, pausing for a moment. Meera looked at me. "I hate that you are married and you belong to someone else."
Meera's eyes grew wide. I pushed again and her eyes fluttered. It was a sight to behold. Her cheeks reddened.
"You are my most brilliant staff, and the most beautiful among them all. I fear becoming servant of your beauty and your personality, and that's the reason I try to make me believe I don't like your. You know, I actually love you from the deepest of my heart. But I'm so afraid to confess you that. I can't tell you that, can I?"
I kept giving her the words as if they were those she was longing for, and I kept thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her.
When I kissed her, I found her return kiss a lot softer than earlier. She let her tongue wander into my mouth and dance with mine. And she was welcoming me like a lover. She had come out of the roleplay. I was lifted to another world and as I prepared myself to experience an inner burst, she let out a scream. I moved with frantic pace and I shot my load inside her.
"Oh my baby, you're awesome."
I panted. I had become Krish and she had become my Meera. She kissed me.
"I love you, my love."
She mumbled through the heavy breathing.
It was one of the most vibrant sex I had since Desai had rattled my sex life a week ago.

In the morning Meera told me I was awesome in bed. And she told me one more thing.
"When you were talking like that, you know I wished for a moment they were all true."
I wondered if she meant only the praise I had given to her on behalf of her boss or my words of his secret affection towards her.
I wondered if she was longing for a man's love and respect.
Deep inside I felt she was even longing for a man's sweat too. It was not because I had her imagine in bed with her boss. It was not because I knew she was turned on by Desai. It was not because she looked like she was up for new adventure.
It was based on an intuition that I had experienced many times in the past. It told me that my wife was going to cheat on me very soon.

------xxxxx------xxxxx------xxxxx------

[Ro.hitbig]

Until here... lovable housewife meera character finished with breaking of her promises. 

She has started excuses for everything, so in next part we see meera and desai going out , away from office, even to lunch which she thinks is not a bad thing to do and hide it . 

Seems another part is there parallely pavan ,Sheetal and krish ?


Stick to Sundays krish . Don't keep " a gap of week " is mandatory

[Salmanzadaane]

Please post little more updates

[david_10]

28 pages gone still we are waiting for action ??

[The Last samurai]

Looks like casualness between meera and Desai is growing fast reason don't know. Dislike towards Ashish is one of the reason but not the whole reason. May be meera is exited by Desai being arround. People getting closer to somebody in state of sadness like going on cofee with desai during mood off condition is alarming signal for Krish.
2 thing here meera doing bdsm kind of thing with Ashish (Krish) is bit strange. She does not hate Ashish. She is angry that every one is behind her beauty but Ashish isn't.
Looks like action between Desai and meera is coming soon. Krish is dead against it this time. He is following her all places can he stop Desai everytime that's the main question. What if meera sleeps with Desai without his knowledge. Then Desai send pic to him.
So much of possibilities Krish make it soon next time

[masud93]

thanks,, & Eagerly waiting for next update

[Ro.hitbig]

This series itself is a cuckold theme. But in this particular part , krish is the main hero ,he already saved one family, where everyone else changing their stances . There's a chance to stop desai given the good things krish did and how strongly he stood.

If meera can fall into same trap again just for a single dinner,  if she was there in the pune while krish sent for training on 3 days. Surely desai might have bedded her. And she would have been willing partner.

[critic_honest]

This last update was nice  but i don't know ,i felt most of the part was spent unnecessarily on the roleplay between Meera and Krish. It could have been more focussed on the main story and characters . We desired at least a little more. Although the update was quite long but i guess it could at least comprise 50% main characters. we get to hear about Desai in a few liners only.

So Why this idiot Krish is not talking to Ashish when it has become a routine of torture for Meera and everyday she comes high in anger.Lets see how Ashish would react after knowing this. 

Meera and Desai again went for Coffee.Isn't Krish curious what they talk  during coffee. He never asks what they talk.Doesn't krish want to know if Meera still curious about Dr maithili and does she ever asks Desai about her? Is he trying to show Meera that he is not insecure?
I loved the fact that Meera always tells krish each and everything happening around her whether its related to office or Desai.She even never misses to tell krish about coffee with Desai.Doesn't it prove to Krish that nothing is going sexual in Meera's mind "for now" .
Although this time she didn't take any prior permission from Krish for going coffee with Desai. Obviously Meera thinks Desai has moved on from her and may be thats why she isnt scared of him . But she still told krish about the coffee which shows Meera is not hiding anything . Also she is definitely cautious of Desai and instantly said no for lunch at his place  which is really impressive of her.

I don't understand Krish being such a smart guy is somewhere assuming and doubtful that Meera would cheat on him.I don't think Meera would ever cheat on Krish and that too with Desai.she is not Ananya and she is a smart woman. 
Krish should know that Meera had sex with Desai when they were not together, so technically she didnt cheat on him and as soon as they got together, Meera instantly rejected Desai on face and even denied for a coffee with him and till this day she has been maintaining distance from Desai.The fact that disturbs Krish that most is that may be Meera lied to him that she did not enjoy with Desai and also hid some other details which Desai told him recently. But shoudn't he try to know the reason that why she would have lied. He should know that, when they re-united, for Meera it was important that they don't look back and restart their lives with fresh and she didn't want to spoil that time by saying that she loved getting fucked by Desai or sharing other details. But today is different from the time when they discussed Desai. May be Krish should again smarty ask Meera about that night and surely this time he would get more details as at present they both have re-settled.

krish should  do an introspection that why Meera would cheat. Has she done anything recently which can make him dubious of Meera?The answer is NO. Has ever hidden any incident related to interaction with Desai. She even shares minute details happening at Her office.she never fails to mention about the coffee meetings happening with Desai.
Krish as a husband should know Meera better and should know that she might be a slut in bed and as a fact is always ready for sex but that doesn't make her a cheat. He should try to know Meera more by having a conversation while having sex with her. I'm sure he'll get to know something more.

Mastermind Desai on the other with a tortoise pace is making Meera more comfortable around him.He just tested waters by asking Meera if she would go with him for lunch without telling krish for which he got the answer.Now he knows its only through Krish that he can get Meera. It was a brilliant act of sending a photo along with those comforting lines.
Does Desai ever discuss anything else apart from business and office. 
     Dear Author we are genuinly very curious to know the conversations happening between Desai and Meera over coffee . You have never made them talk in updates. We only get to know their topics through Meera only and that too in a few lines. 
 It would be really exciting if we could get to know how Desai is making slow progress in Meera's mind by getting to know their conversations? 

And just to mention that the statement used by Meera in the end regarding roleplay "ii wish it was real" . This thing made Krish think that she will
Cheat on him? Wow, krish sometimes acts so stupid. He never thought  in a positive direction that Meera  even confessed this in morning that she wished it were real . She always says what she has in her mind .
Krish should think more on this that Meera can cheat or not.

love

[Salmanzadaane]

This last update was nice  but i don't know ,i felt most of the part was spent unnecessarily on the roleplay between Meera and Krish. It could have been more focussed on the main story and characters . We desired at least a little more. Although the update was quite long but i guess it could at least comprise 50% main characters. we get to hear about Desai in a few liners only.

So Why this idiot Krish is not talking to Ashish when it has become a routine of torture for Meera and everyday she comes high in anger.Lets see how Ashish would react after knowing this. 

Meera and Desai again went for Coffee.Isn't Krish curious what they talk  during coffee. He never asks what they talk.Doesn't krish want to know if Meera still curious about Dr maithili and does she ever asks Desai about her? Is he trying to show Meera that he is not insecure?
I loved the fact that Meera always tells krish each and everything happening around her whether its related to office or Desai.She even never misses to tell krish about coffee with Desai.Doesn't it prove to Krish that nothing is going sexual in Meera's mind "for now" .
Although this time she didn't take any prior permission from Krish for going coffee with Desai. Obviously Meera thinks Desai has moved on from her and may be thats why she isnt scared of him . But she still told krish about the coffee which shows Meera is not hiding anything . Also she is definitely cautious of Desai and instantly said no for lunch at his place  which is really impressive of her.

I don't understand Krish being such a smart guy is somewhere assuming and doubtful that Meera would cheat on him.I don't think Meera would ever cheat on Krish and that too with Desai.she is not Ananya and she is a smart woman. 
Krish should know that Meera had sex with Desai when they were not together, so technically she didnt cheat on him and as soon as they got together, Meera instantly rejected Desai on face and even denied for a coffee with him and till this day she has been maintaining distance from Desai.The fact that disturbs Krish that most is that may be Meera lied to him that she did not enjoy with Desai and also hid some other details which Desai told him recently. But shoudn't he try to know the reason that why she would have lied. He should know that, when they re-united, for Meera it was important that they don't look back and restart their lives with fresh and she didn't want to spoil that time by saying that she loved getting fucked by Desai or sharing other details. But today is different from the time when they discussed Desai. May be Krish should again smarty ask Meera about that night and surely this time he would get more details as at present they both have re-settled.

krish should  do an introspection that why Meera would cheat. Has she done anything recently which can make him dubious of Meera?The answer is NO. Has ever hidden any incident related to interaction with Desai. She even shares minute details happening at Her office.she never fails to mention about the coffee meetings happening with Desai.
Krish as a husband should know Meera better and should know that she might be a slut in bed and as a fact is always ready for sex but that doesn't make her a cheat. He should try to know Meera more by having a conversation while having sex with her. I'm sure he'll get to know something more.

Mastermind Desai on the other with a tortoise pace is making Meera more comfortable around him.He just tested waters by asking Meera if she would go with him for lunch without telling krish for which he got the answer.Now he knows its only through Krish that he can get Meera. It was a brilliant act of sending a photo along with those comforting lines.
Does Desai ever discuss anything else apart from business and office. 
     Dear Author we are genuinly very curious to know the conversations happening between Desai and Meera over coffee . You have never made them talk in updates. We only get to know their topics through Meera only and that too in a few lines. 
 It would be really exciting if we could get to know how Desai is making slow progress in Meera's mind by getting to know their conversations? 

And just to mention that the statement used by Meera in the end regarding roleplay "ii wish it was real" . This thing made Krish think that she will
Cheat on him? Kya analysed kiya hai bhai waahWow, krish sometimes acts so stupid. He never thought  in a positive direction that Meera  even confessed this in morning that she wished it were real . She always says what she has in her mind .
Krish should think more on this that Meera can cheat or not.

love

Kya analysis kiya hai bhai waah

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hi Krish,

Desai showing his progress by the coffee meeting with Meera and made a big mistake by inviting meera to lunch and ask meera to keep secrets from Krish. I think he will apologies to Meera once again showing his self less and gentlemen behaviour. it is become routine in this story from last couple of updates. 


I agree with critic_honest  about Krish thinks "meera will cheat on him soon". Meera sharing everything with Krish. then What made him to think meera will cheat on him soon. Is it because Desai create or injected these thoughts inside Krish Brian or Krish old cuckold mind want meera to sleep with others. Krish mind and heart are thinking different things that is why he is getting hard even when his mind not pleased with Meera and Desai meetings.

Thanks for the Update .

[Dorabooji]

Awesome. Krish will accept everything meera does. So she can fuck with desai and tell the details to krish who will get hard on. meera can give him blow job. She also can make him lick and drink desai juices flowing in her pussy.

[Gandhi krishna]

Krish and meera had seen and known about each others characters.
Meera is very clear about her needs. Got everything except a real man as her husband.
Meera will never allow krish seeds in her womb and give birth to a limp child like him. Instead would prefer Ashish/Desai seeds.

[The Last samurai]

Will there be any update tomorrow Krish please confirm. Going by previous trend there won't be any, may have to wait one more week.
Eagerly waiting to know what will happen because the "soon" word in previous update is eating my head. Somebody told that 28 pages over still no action but going by Krish style of writing it might take up to 20-25 chapter for Desai to have taste of meera. Don't know he might have it or not and Ashish might be the lucky one.
In last story "No one dies saint" every one was up for a grab but only one person got it. So nothing can be predicted here. Since Desai is persistent he should get atleaset one chance with meera.
Please update Krish.....

[Salmanzadaane]

Krish, are you going to update today

[Salmanzadaane]

Any update today

[Katrina666]

Update today

[msd.23]

please update... plz make desi fuck meera.... once!

[krish_999]

 

Chapter - Eighteen

 

I was not in touch with Ashish after his family arrived in Pune. When I phoned him on a Saturday, he said he was in Aurangabad. He was on a family trip to the Ellora Caves.
I thought of Meera's reaction if I told her that Ashish was married and he's got a family with whom he was having a good time.
Meera on the other had remained tensed during the weekend.
"Monday he will reveal the list of people who'd lose their job."
Meera kept saying nervously. I tried to console.
"If they're axing you, then who else can they keep? Your position is important. Cost-cutting is different from firing. Cost-cutting means your table is no longer required. Your work will be added to someone else's. The firing means you are no longer required due to your incompetency. Once they fired you, the company immediately will have to hire someone better to do your job. The company doesn't save anything here. So my point is, if his aim is cost-cutting, then it's guaranteed that he won't let you go."
"You're trying to boost my confidence. I know. But it's not working. Sorry."
Meera said. It was apparent that every one of her staff was also experiencing the same. Nobody knew of their immediate fate beyond Monday.
 
 
However, it all would change in a matter of two days.
Monday Ashish gathered all his staff and announced that he had rejected the order from the above to reduce the manpower. He had written to the authorities that all of his staff were too important to his office and he there's not a single name who could be axed. He suggested his name to be axed if they wanted to do it mandatorily.
His argument was that his office was the best performing branch. It happened not because of the money the company was paying but because of the hard work his staff were putting out.
Ashish announced that his stance was respected by the board and no one was going to lose his job that year.
In effect, Ashish had announced himself as the saviour of all because all other branches of the company have suffered job loss as part of cost-cutting.
Meera was joyous when she came home.
"We all thought he was a dumbass. But he cared for our hard work more than everyone. We had no idea."
"Didn't I tell you this Ashish can actually be a good guy?" I asked.
"Yeah, you said. But nothing was going into my head. Now you can't believe how light my head is feeling like."
I hugged her. "No, I can understand your joy."
 
It didn't end there. On Tuesday Ashish conducted another gathering presented the assessment report. Meera was named the best performing official of the branch. She showed me the trophy in the evening. It had her name inscribed on it.
More than the award, that she was evaluated as deserving by Ashish evoked more joy. "It was unbelievable that he found my work contribution superior to anyone else's. He spoke so highly of my work. I never knew he was so impressed by me. Actually, none of us thought he appreciated our work so much like this."
Meera said. Her eyes were slightly wet. 
I could understand her. It was perhaps the happiest day in her life in a long time. She had been working so hard yet she was not getting the respect she deserved. Suddenly all the sadness, all the disappointments and all the complaints were undone by a man she had only hated. She was not only respected for her work but also showered with compliments. Praised with words she was perhaps dying to hear, Meera suddenly had a realisation.
"I think I was wrong about him all along. He was just being professional. He is."
The man had even commented on her dressing sense. He named her the best dressed one in his office or any office he had ever worked. 
"He said he noticed that I become more energetic when I enter the office. He said no one can stop me there," Meera laughed.
She was on cloud nine.
 
Meera later revealed she had a chat with him after the gathering. 
"I asked him why he is not so friendly with everyone, and if he had any idea how he surprised everyone yesterday. He just laughed. I think he's still holding back a lot of surprises."
"What kind of surprises?"
I asked.
"I mean, he's such a mystery for all. I asked him why so mysterious. He said he's here for a short term only. In the limited time he wanted to concentrate on his work, nothing else."
I was so happy to see her finally making a mark in her field. She was a smart woman at work and she deserved respect.
"I think there will be a party soon," Meera said later. "I want to introduce you to him."
I smiled at the thought of Meera introducing me to Ashish only to realise that we were already friends. I thought it would be a great surprise for her. And for Ashish too, since he had no idea that Meera was my wife.
"Do you think he will be excited to meet your husband?"
"Why not?"
"You said he isn't a social person."
Meera shook her head.
"Yeah, he isn't a social person. But I'm. I can be excited about introducing you to anyone, can't I?"
I smiled.
"Of course you can, baby."
 
Meera later showed me the pictures of her being awarded. Anagha had taken the snaps and forwarded them to her. The award was given by a man I hadn't seen.
"Who's this guy?"
I asked.
"That's Ashish. Who else do you think it is?"
Meera said.
I was stunned. I couldn't believe how I got confused like that again. Perhaps it was my habit of resorting to speculations, processing half information. There were many incidents in the past when I heard something and assumed something entirely different.
It wasn't the Ashish I had known for a while. It was someone else. I kept looking at the photo.
"What is his full name?"
"Ashish Bharadwaj. Why?"
Ashish Bharadwaj. The name was so different from Ashish Sehgal. I couldn't shake the shock of my own stupidity to assume both men as same just because they had a similar first name and general hesitation to accept women.
"Nothing," I said first and then explained. "I thought I've seen him when you were telling me stories about him. That guy's name is Ashish Sehgal. I got confused."
"Yeah, I remember you telling me that you've seen him at a party. I was sure it was someone else. You surely met someone else and confused yourself."
I was still looking at her phone, checking out the guy. He had a broad forehead. Meera had once told me that he's about to go bald. I laughed at myself to have thought she had that impression only because she was angry at him.
"By the way, tell me one thing," Meera snatched the phone from me. "You had a face in your mind when you were making me do all those naughty things in bed. Who's this Ashish Sehgal in reality? What's the deal with him?"
I was caught in a web. I smiled at her to erase my embarrassment.
"The deal is with you. I just wanted to help you get ahead of your boss, in your head. It worked, right?"
"You liar!" Meera pushed me away, with a cute smile. "I know you. I know all the dirty things you cook up in here, okay?" She pointed to my head and went on. "You were fantasising."
"What's wrong with that?" I admitted, putting my arms around her. "Didn't it work?"
Meera was shy now. "Yeah, but you made me torture my boss."
"Don't forget you've enjoyed it." I teased her further.
Meera giggled.
"I feel embarrassed now. He didn't deserve those tortures. He's a good person."
"Really? Then go ahead and apologise to him."
"No. You go and apologise to him. You're the one who made me do those things."
"Why should I apologise? He would be grateful if I told him how much torture I have taken for him."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'm going to kill you."
Meera hugged me tight and kissed me hard. I smooched her back.
 
 
Like I mentioned, her life had changed in two days. The most hated man of her life had become the most respected one. And he had earned my respect too, without even meeting I person. Ashish Bharadwaj happened to be a gentleman who, for a change, did not seem to be a fan of Meera's beauty.
Ashish Bharadwaj's face remained in my mind for so long that I eventually felt I had seen him before that already. But I couldn't recollect where it was. I thought we might have come across some parties.
 
I eventually met Ashish Bharadwaj in person when I went to drop Meera at a conference venue. Meera was excited to introduce me to him. Ashish smiled shook hands with me.
"You know it feels great to meet families of my colleagues because it makes me feel like I am working closely with the guys. It inspires me."
He said.
We chatted for a while despite him being in the middle of preparation for the conference. He sounded and behaved like a gentleman.
Ashish too felt he had seen me somewhere already, though he was unable to recollect it.
"We might have come across during any parties. So many events nowadays, it's not so surprising that we forget faces too easily."
I said.
"But I hardly attended a party since my arrival. I don't enjoy them much."
"Then I'll invite you for lunch one day. We can discuss more on that."
I joked.
"Yeah, that's right." He laughed.
We met on a few occasions, and we were acquainted with each other very soon.
 
We had a busy weekend after that. Pawan invited us for dinner at his house. Saturday he suggested shopping together. I was surprised because it was the first time he had come up with a suggestion that would bring me close to Sheetal or him to Meera. He was always a person who appeared to be holding back. Anyways, we went shopping with them and followed it with a dine-out.
Sunday morning we visited the temple. In the night we invited Pawan and Sheetal for dinner at our house.
Meera later opined that the weekend felt too shorter. I felt the same.
 
 
Two days later, Meera had great news for me from her office.
"Ashish wants to remove Desai from our client list."
"How? Why? What happened?"
My questions were many.
"I initially thought it's because of my friendship with Desai. Ashish is annoyed by it. But you know there's an important thing. Ashish discussed it with me. He has conducted a study about the reports we prepared for Ashish in the last three quarters and the number of investments he made based on them. He has made regular investments for sure, but it's too little when compared to his portfolio. Ashish told me he's not seeking the reports for actual use."
"Then what else is it?"
I asked automatically. Meera gave me a surprised look.
"It's me, idiot. Ashish told me he has two answers for this. One, Desai wants to make me stay relevant because I am the one who prepared most of them. Two, Desai wants to stay relevant to me. In other words, to impress me. Ashish was very careful to use the word. You know sometimes I still feel he's got a problem speaking to one on one with a woman like me."
"He may be finding you too hot," I quipped.
Meera gave me a cute smile and went on, "I asked Ashish if he was holding me responsible for wastage of man-hour, and he said no."
She paused for a moment as if to prepare to reveal something intelligent. "He's actually good with finding facts. He said even though Desai made marginal investments based on my reports, those investments followed the growth as per the report."
I tried to gather the meaning of what she said. She quickly led the level of my IQ on the subject.
"I mean Desai could have made a good profit if he had seriously considered investing according to my reports."
I shook my head now. "But then why didn't he do so?"
"That's exactly the big question. The answer, Ashish found it, is that Desai wasn't even paying attention to the reports. He didn't care about those reports. He just cared about me."
"Oh," I sighed. "So now your boss knows about this creep."
"He put it a bit differently. He said 'I appreciate that you and Mr Susheel Desai are friends. But his presence in the office isn't helping our staff, especially your team members. So we might not be preparing reports for him anytime soon.’ He apologised in advance if his decision hurt my sentiments."
"Did it hurt?"
"What do you think?"
"I like to meet this guy again and just give him a big hug. He's awesome."
Meera laughed.
"I knew you'd say this. You don't want Desai around me, do you?"
"You know me, I hate that guy."
I admitted.
 
It was great news for me. Since Desai was removed from the exclusive client list, he would not be able to walk into the office and talk to Meera or any staff directly. It meant he could no longer visit Meera in her office.
Desai was going to be a loser. His dream was finally shattered. At least I thought.
 
 
A few days later, Pawan dropped a bomb out of nowhere.
It was a fine evening when the ladies had gone for the daily walk.
He invited me to his apartment, asking me for a cup of coffee. He looked a bit nervous from the start.
I sat on the couch and waited, but instead of giving me the coffee, he sat down next to me, scratching the trimmed beard.
"You must be aware of the struggle we have gone through, Krish. We are not from here. Back in MP, we have a big family. I have three brothers and two sisters. But we haven't met them in three years. It's been three years since I met my parents. It's a long time, isn't it?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Why don't you go and meet them?"
I thought he was going to seek financial help. I thought he might be exhausted all his savings for the medical treatment.
"Because we have no children, yet."
He said.
For a moment I didn't know what to say. I could not relate to his situation immediately.
"I don't know how much you'd understand this. Your state is modern and people are advanced. People understand. But in our state, especially in our hometown things are different. My mother doesn't talk to Sheetal because she's unable to give them a grant child. My parents have only one worry in the world. No, they don't worry about us. They are ashamed of us."
"You can't let it grow into your head, pal. God is there, he'll help you find a way."
I tried to console him with my words.
"God is there." Pawan laughed, nervously. "I believe in God. But sometimes it gets really tough. I am counting on him to help me through this."
"Good."
"We've tried many doctors and many treatments. I have a problem. The final resolution suggested was IVF. I did not know about it at first. But when I learnt about it, it scared me. You know the problem is with me. My sperm is supposed to fertilize my wife's - they called it the egg. But my sperm isn't healthy. So they suggested getting it from someone. Some people donate it. I asked the doctor one thing. When the child is born, will it look like me? He said the child can look like its mother but not me. What does it mean to me? It means everything. I didn't want to do it. I didn't do it. It's not that I wanted my child to look like me. It was that I wouldn't even know who my child would resemble. What qualities will she or he have? Only God will know. Only time will tell."
"Many people are opting for it, Pawan. I believe our child is what we grow him or her into."
"I will never understand it. For me a child is everything. Once it is born, you have to love it. A child born without a face, how can I love it? Sheetal agrees with me."
"It's all up to your decision. You should try to convince your family about it. It can't be forced."
"None in my family has this problem. My elder brother has four children - the youngest of his children is in high college.  People laugh at me, behind me. I can hear it, I can't sleep when I think of going back without having a child."
I really felt for him. I was searching in my memory if I knew of a doctor who could give him some hope.
"Next option was adoption. That's a strict no."
Pawan shook his head sideways as if the thought repulsed him. "My family would look at Sheetal and find the truth in two seconds."
"Have you tried Ayurvedic treatment?"
I asked only because I didn't know anything else to suggest.
"I've tried everything."
Pawan said quickly.
I was silent now.
"Krish, I want your help." Pawan leaned forward in his seat. "I know you wouldn't have expected me to ask for your help in this. But I have no other way. I have no one to look up to."
He paused as if his nervousness was not letting him continue. His nervous look got me nervous too.
"How can I help?"
I asked.
"I...I want you to give me a child."
I was too stunned to react. I kept staring at him for a second and slowly it came back to me why he was talking so long about his struggle. I had a basic idea of what he was suggesting. But I still thought I was not getting it right.
"What are you asking me?"
I asked slowly.
Pawan swallowed. He looked down on the floor for a moment and pressed his palms together in tension.
"I mean, I want you to have sex with Sheetal. And make her pregnant."
"Are you out of your mind?"
I asked even before he finished his sentence. It was the stupidest thing somebody had ever asked me. I had heard of stories of men seeking help from friends to impregnate their wives. But I never thought I would hear one in real, let alone be asked to be part of it.
"I know you would think I am crazy. But yes, I have taken this decision after a lot of thought."
"It's not something for you to decide."
"I know. I know, Krish. But I am begging you, Krish."
I shook my head in refusal.
"No, Pawan. You don't know what you are asking."
"I told you we are far from your home state. We know each other for a few months only. And I know when your apartment is ready you'll go back to it. I will also go back to my home state. We will never meet again. There's nothing you'll lose."
"What about my wife? I am also a husband, Pawan."
I felt a pang of guilt as I finished those words.
You have slept three women other than your wife! I heard a voice inside my head.
"She will never know. Nobody will know. I know you'll find it hard to cheat on your dear wife, but I am begging you with both hands. Please help me. You are helping me. You will never have to carry guilt for it."
I was not going to accept it, no matter how much he pleaded.
"I can't do it, Pawan. Wait, you just said you can't see your wife bear another man's child."
"But I like you as a person. I have seen how good a person you are. You are kind and intelligent too. I am ready to accept your child like mine. My Sheetal will be a mother. My mom will love her. My father will be proud. My brothers will stop ridiculing me. My neighbours will stop laughing behind me. I will be a proud father, Krish."
"How do you know I am kind and intelligent? We've known for just a few months."
"You helped Sadashiv by paying for his daughter's study. There are wealthier people than you in this building but I haven't seen anyone helping anyone like that. And I've seen how much you love your wife. She's so happy to have you as her husband. Sheetal has asked Meera about you. Meera never had a bad thing to tell about you. And the other day, do you remember when you solved that thing in a couple of minutes?" He pointed to the Rubik's cube on his shelf.
I laughed, only to regret that it wasn't time to laugh at him.
"It's a trick you can learn from the internet, Pawan. Solving a Rubik's cube isn't intelligent. It's just practice."
"Krish." Pawan's voice was calmer. "You know my wife is a beautiful woman. She's not as beautiful as your wife, but Sheetal is still very attractive. If I had told any other man in this building  - let it be Narender uncle staying on the top floor, he's past seventy - to have sex with my wife, he would have jumped into the opportunity.  But you said no. You'll be the only one who would say no. It proves something about your character. I will have no shame to raise your child as my own.  I will rather be proud. Please have mercy."
I kept my head down and sat in silence.
"Next Saturday I'll stay away from my house for the whole day. You can visit any time. Sheetal will be waiting for you." Pawan said slowly.
I looked at him. "Have you discussed Sheetal about it?" I asked.
"Yes."
"And she is ready?"
"She's ready."
I became silent for a few seconds. I did not know what to say further.
 
The doorbell rang. Pawan opened the door and Sheetal walked in.
The sight of me sitting in the hall brought a sudden shyness into her eyes.
"Hi..." She stole a glance at her hubby's face. "When did you come?"
"Just now."
I said. I did not realise that I was staring at her. I saw beads of sweat around her neck. Her kurti too had spots of body sweat.
"Make coffee, Sheetal."
Pawan's voice forced me to avert my eyes. Sheetal nodded at Pawan and went to the kitchen.
"I should leave, Pawan."
"Please, stay, Krish. Don't leave now. And please don't say anything now. Think about it. Take a decision later. I will pray to God to help you decide in my favour."
"Does she know that you've invited me to talk this?"
I glanced towards the kitchen as I asked.
"She knows."
I felt nervous like a child stuck in an unknown place.
I was sitting in front of a husband who expected me to fuck his wife. I was about to be served coffee with his wife who knew I might be the father of her future child.
We both sat in complete silence. Sheetal showed up after ten minutes which felt like an eternity, carrying two coffee cups on a tray.
As she bent forward to serve me the coffee my eyes fell at her breasts which was visible through the loose neckline of her kurti. I felt a sensation taking over my body and mind. I averted my eyes to fix them on Pawan's face. He was watching me. I felt shier.
Sheetal gave the other coffee cup to Pawan and moved backwards to stop near the wall, in front of me. Pawan was now not looking at my face. Sheetal's eyes were fixed on the floor. It felt like she was displaying her body to me. It was an invitation. Invitation to take her to bed and make love to her and to impregnate her.
I could not keep my eyes on her for more than two seconds. But I had scanned her body and learnt all the ups and downs of her body curves within those two seconds. The regular walking had helped her lose fat in places and she looked more beautiful than ever.
I quickly finished my coffee without minding its hotness and got up.
"Thanks for the coffee, Sheetal."
She looked up at me now.
"You finished it too quickly. Didn't it burn your tongue?"
She asked. I just smiled at her.
It's something else that is burning me. I said in mind.
"See you later, Pawan."
I blurted at Pawan and walked out.
As I walked I couldn't help but notice the hardness between my legs. My stupid dick was already throbbing to go inside the married pussy of my neighbour.
Damn! I yelled in my mind.
Even though I had vehemently refused Pawan's request, the moment I saw Sheetal I had become horny like hell. I wasn't particularly thinking about it, but my subconscious mind was already envisaging her in bed with me.
No, I am not going to do it. I kept repeating to myself.
 
 
That's when I remembered Nikita. I hadn't heard from her after that phone call.
“I'm pregnant.”
“What!!”
“...Don't you remember what you did that night?”
“...What are you going to do now?”
“...I think you've got great eyes, Krish. I won't mind raising your child.”
I wasn't sure whether she was telling me the truth or just trying to play a prank on me. But suddenly I felt it was a sin I had done in my past, that suddenly had come back to haunt me. Nikita would have given birth to my child long ago, had she been honest with her words.
Am I already a father? I asked myself.
I remembered the times when Meera asked me about raising a child. She wanted to show her mother a baby’s feet. She wanted to be a mother herself. But I had denied her.
I thought I wasn't ready to be a father.
But am I already a father? I asked myself again.
 
 
That night when we went to bed, I noticed Meera's smiling face.
"What happened?"
I asked rather carelessly.
"You know what happened today? Sheetal wanted to know how you are in bed."
She just mentioned it and she had all my attention.
"What? Why?"
"What do you mean by why? Do you think she'll be planning to have sex with you?"
I could not reply to Meera's question. She went on. "Baby she asked it just out of curiosity."
I faked a smile. "What did you say?"
"I told her I've forgotten how my husband was in bed. But I promised I'll recheck it tonight and give feedback tomorrow."
Before I knew it, her arms were around me and her lips had sealed my mouth. She sucked my lips.
"Why are you not becoming Ashish anymore, honey?"
She asked as she took a break from the kiss.
I could sense from her breath that it was her day. My wife was horny. She had given me the hint of my neighbour's wife being curious about my sexual prowess. She had explicitly revealed her wish to go back into a role play that involved her boss. Or perhaps a man only I knew.
"Which Ashish are you talking about?"
I asked.
Meera laughed.
"Oh yeah, we're so rich that we have many Ashishs."
"You'll have to choose one."
I said, pretending to be excited about it. The fact that I didn't want to move a muscle in bed that night. I was exhausted with all the thinking already.
But my wife was horny.
"Tonight you give me my boss. Tomorrow I'll deal with your guy."
"So torture is coming."
I said in a tired voice. Meera thought I was pretending.
"Don't act so tired already. I know you're just burning inside there."
She lay me on my back and climbed over me. She sat on my waist and removed her top.
"You know I told Sheetal that you love to eat me. I didn't tell which part."
I knew exactly what was coming. I lay like a dead man as she moved her waist forward and brought the centre of her legs to my face.
"I am going to give no air to breathe," Meera told me and lifted her skirt. Her warm pussy pressed against my mouth. I opened my mouth and let my tongue loose. Meera moaned and pressed harder onto my face.
It was getting difficult for me. Each time she dropped a hint of Sheetal at me I burnt a little inside.
Yet I did everything she asked. I licked her pussy till she reached the edge. She spat into my mouth and pinched my nipple to torture me. She landed soft slaps across my face.  She made her teeth marks on my naked chest. In the end, she freed my dick momentarily to imprison it inside her pussy to gift herself a loud orgasm.
We both came, but it was the most difficult sex I ever had in my life until then.
At the end of the never-ending sex, as my wife's naked and tired body lay on my chest, I remembered Desai's voice.
“Once a whore is a whore forever.”
I tried to shake off the memory, in vain.
As I increasingly felt being burdened with the guilt of impregnating a woman in the past and almost convinced of doing it with another woman soon, I felt I would not be satisfying Meera in the ways she deserved.
And I again felt the intuition that she was going to cheat on me returning to me.
 
 
I expected Desai to get in touch with me as soon as he lost the privileges of being Meera's investment client. But he surprised me by keeping him out of sight for two weeks after the setback.
Then suddenly, one evening he showed up at a place I least expected. My apartment.
The moment I saw him standing at my door, I first wondered how did he find my house.
"Surprised, my friend?" Desai asked with a victorious grin.
"This is a surprise," I admitted and then invited him inside.
He walked in and ran his eyes in the whole house once. I felt he was looking for Meera.
"Meera has just left for an evening walk. She'll take her time to be back."
I said, trying to make him drop the hope of seeing my wife in the comfort of my own house.
"I came to meet you, Krish."
He said, sitting on the sofa. He placed his briefcase on the centre table. The light brown briefcase with a golden line caught my attention immediately. I felt he was actually on his way to meet some businessmen.
I offered him tea and he denied it. I served him cold juice instead.
"You have a nice house. I like it. Especially the way Meera has kept it." He said.
We talked a bit until he slowly came to the subject.
"You would be aware of the development at Meera's office. Her company has cut dealings with me. I can't disturb Meera for my reports now."
"You helped her, Desai," I said with a smile.
"She was my dream girl. I don't need to hide from you, right?"
My smile slowly faded. So it's coming back to Meera.
"Yeah, I know."
"It was my dream to sleep with her one more time. I know it's too harsh to speak to a husband but we know each other very well. I never lost my hope of achieving that until the recent development. I am now feeling like a loser, Krish."
I enjoyed him admitting to being a loser but I already knew he was going to present some new offer.
"I'll come to the point quickly. You know I have exhausted all but one option to fulfil my dream. That option is the one I should never try. But I told you this is my last resort. I know you are not the type of man who can be bought. But I am counting on the fact that I have already slept with Meera and I am aware of the arousal you had when you heard about how she slept with me. Yeah, I can't buy you, but I don't have to buy you. It doesn't make sense to say the second time would be harder than the first. The second one should be easier. But the mental trauma is there, for a while. To compensate for that, I'm gonna help you. In whatever way you like. Any proposal is welcome to me."
I was still trying to judge where he was taking the conversation.
Desai slowly leaned forward and began to open the briefcase.
"From my side, I am presenting you a token of love. I am going to pay you one crore rupees."
I was stunned even before he opened the briefcase.
He opened it and turned it toward me. "I have brought fifty lakhs in advance."
I saw currency notes of 2000 neatly packed to fill in the briefcase.
"What is it for?"
I asked. My voice was already shaking.
"One hour with Meera. That's all I'm asking."
"Take this money and leave, Desai."
I tried to make my voice as stiff as possible.
Desai leaned back on the couch and looked at me for a whole two seconds.
"My friend, I have spent one whole night with her. All I'm asking is just one more hour. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Yes, I know that you've spent one whole night with her. And still, you're asking for one more hour. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Because I have made a wish. I will live like a man of failure in my head because of this. It's not just a wish. It's a long time dream. It'll haunt me forever. I want to finish it and move on."
"I can't help you, Desai. You must leave now."
"You can, Krish. Only you can."
"I'm her husband, damn it." My voice rose.
"I know, Krish. More than that you're my friend. That's why I'm still talking to you. I don't want to hurt you. I can't hurt you. I can't hurt Meera either. That's why I want you to allow me. I am seeking your permission."
"Meera won't allow it."
I hated my own words as I felt I was telling him that I did not have a problem with his deal.
"If you're convinced, she will also be."
"I can't even tell her. "
"I will tell her."
The way he was replying to me nonchalantly was irking me further.
"What, that I've taken fifty lakh for her?"
"No, dear." Desai shook his head sidewise. "She'll never know about this. You can keep it from her for a long time. Make a fixed deposit for ten years. You can use the money with interest for your child's education. You can settle down in your home town. You'll never wish you'd more money. You will have it. One crore now, think about ten years later with interest."
"You're buying me."
"I'm helping you."
"I'm leaving the money with you. You can think for a week. I will come on next week, on Saturday, with the rest of the money. I will persuade Meera to invite me for a lunch. When she mentions it to you, you can suggest giving me a homely lunch. Please allow her to invite me. I know you'll be most comfortable in your house. If you're okay, I'll propose and you only need to give your consent to support Meera. Just for once. I'll spend one hour with her and you can have the whole cash. If you're not, I'll have just the lunch and whole cash."
I forced a laugh.
"And what do you suggest me do when you would be busy with my wife?"
"You can take a walk and come back in an hour. Or if you are good you can stay and watch. I wouldn't mind if you join me but I wouldn't recommend that because I don't want you to feel too good about it. I only need one chance to put an end to all this."
I was already thinking about the unusual request Pawan had made to me a few days ago. I felt like there was a secret conspiracy was going on around me. You can take a walk and come back in an hour. I remembered Pawan's request to visit his house on Saturday. I felt if my destiny wanted me to help him which would eventually be compensated for by what Desai was planning to take away from me.
The inner thought process left me too stunned to react aggressively to Desai's encroachment on my self-respect as a husband.
"I can't believe I am still listening to you, Desai. I am not going to entertain you for lunch or anything. Take your cash and leave."
"Krish, please calm down. I didn't come to take away anything from you. It's just a proposal. The last resort from my side. I don't have a choice. You have two choices. Either do it or not do it. But all I am asking you to keep the cash now and think about it. You are not realising the power of holding this briefcase until you are holding it. You won't look back in your life, Krish. Let me assure you."
"No matter what you preach..."
Desai interrupted me. "Krish, please keep the cash safe with you before Meera comes back. I don't want her to see it."
He closed the briefcase and got up to hand me it. The briefcase had its weight.
 Fifty lakh rupees in cash. My hands were shivering.
"Keep it inside somewhere."
He urged.
I halfheartedly turned and walked to my bedroom. I took the key from the table drawer and opened my shelf to keep the briefcase on its top rack.
"Does Meera check this shelf?"
I heard Desai's voice. He was at my bedroom door.
"Not always," I said.
"I suggest you keep it somewhere she never checks."
I nodded understandably and shifted the briefcase to the lowest rack on the shelf. I dragged a folded bedsheet to cover it. I locked the shelf and kept the key back in the table drawer. When I turned, Desai was glancing at the whole bedroom.
"I like your room. Meera sleeps in this bed, doesn't she?"
He sat on the bed and ran his palm over it. I felt my stomach burn.
"We sleep here, Desai."
"You know I am hard just by sitting here, touching this bed's softness." He quickly looked at me, exactly at my crotch. "I see you are no different there."
I was embarrassed to death at that moment. I didn't know I was carrying an erection. I didn't know why I was carrying the erection.
"I told you the other day, Krish. You are a smart husband. You can bear it. You can enjoy it and hold more power through it. Power over your wife, don't you like it?"
"I am her husband, I love her, Desai."
My voice was weak. I hated it.
"But you loved to hear about how I came inside her. Not once, but thrice."
I couldn't think of a reply to shut him up. I was thinking if I should get physical to drag him by the collar and kick him out of my house. But I didn't want to create a scene in my own house in front of my neighbours. What if he shouted those words again?
"Cumming inside her reminded me another thing. If Meera is off her safe periods then I will bring the pill. I don't want to put extra pressure on you by making you do it. It's my responsibility. Just convey me if she will not be safe next Saturday. I could use a condom but Ananya must have told you that I don't like to use it. It takes away the damn pleasure. Also, Meera will be okay with that because she had let me come inside her thrice last time. She had enjoyed it."
I felt I was going to collapse. My heart was pumping harder than I was sure it cannot take. But unfortunately, nothing happened to me.
"You have planned a lot about this, Desai. But no, none of it's happening."
I uttered in the end.
"Don't decide now. Just one hour in this room. I think you're too scared about what I will do to her."
"Yes, I'm scared,"
I admitted.
"I can promise you that I won't be a mad man like the other night. I will be very gentle."
Desai got up only to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed. "My dream is simple Krish. I will lay her here. I will eat her pussy like this." He bent forward, bringing his face down to the bed for a second. "Then I will get up and if she wishes to keep her old promise to suck me, then I'll have a blowjob from her. Then I will get on the bed and make love to her. I will have just one round. That's the end of it. Even talking about it makes me so hard. I'll have to resort to shagging today, won't I? I'm hoping only the good things about Saturday."
"I think you better leave before Meera arrives. You've given me enough mental pressure I won't be able to behave nicely to you in front of her."
I stated like a warning.
"I am leaving, Krish. You are right. I don't want her to learn about this arrangement, especially the cash."
I mocked a smile at him.
"How can I trust you that you won't tell her about it?" I asked.
Desai smiled, "She won't believe even if I told her."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not forcing anyone. If she's going to sleep with me, it's gonna be her choice."
"That's nonsense. That's overconfidence."
"I want you to do one favour for yourself. Tonight you nicely ask her about me. Her true feelings. Give her a hint that you like to hear about the old night. If she mentions she's been excited, and if she goes on to sleep with me again by her own choice, then how can I later convince her that I paid you for it?"
Hypothetically he had a point. I quickly realised I was an idiot to validate his nonsense.
"If you think she's already ready to do it with you, then why the fuck are you giving me the cash?"
"The consent, Krish. I want your consent. I don't want you to feel like a loser either."
"You're so benevolent."
"You'll realise it many years after."
When we came back to the hall he asked for a glass of water. I went to the kitchen and he began to follow me there too.
I stopped him. 
"Stay here, Desai. I don't want you to see my kitchen and plan something for my wife there."
Desai laughed.
"Okay, my friend."
I gave him one glass of plain water. He drank half in one go and left.
I couldn't breathe normally even after then.
I came back to my room and sat on the bed with a sense of bewilderment. 
What the fuck was that?
I had not only allowed Desai to walk into my room and put a price on the dignity of my marriage, but also let him tell me how he's gonna screw my wife in my own bed.
I looked at my bed and I couldn't imagine anything other than what Desai told me he would do to my Meera.
"I will have just one round."
Desai's words still echoed in the room and I could hear it. I saw Meera lying in the bed and Desai's naked, bulky body over her. 
"I will be gentle."
A fake promise. There was nothing gentle about Desai. He would pound her harder and harder with an intent to destroy her body and my soul. But more than anything he told me, his confidence that Meera would go to bed with by her choice devastated me.
He didn't need to buy me. The huge amount of money sitting idle on my shelf wasn't needed to make her open the doors of pleasure to him. He was so confident of already being there in her dreams.
The only thing he needed of me was not to play spoilsport.
 
 
When Meera returned after an evening walk I couldn't face her. I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen pretending to watch a cricket match. But my mind was inside the room already envisaging what was going to happen in that room after one week.
I thought of the worst scenario in which I saw Desai walking taking Meera in there, leaving me alone in the hall. I had experienced those moments many times in the past, but none of it was as devastating as the one involving Desai. Perhaps it was just a false hope that it would be painful. I was already carrying an erection even though I hated to admit it.
I wouldn't sit here, listening to Meera's screams of pleasure at the skilful hands of Desai. I told myself.
I thought of taking a walk as suggested by Desai. Or I could walk out of my house and walk into my neighbour's.
There, Sheetal would be waiting for me. I could go to her and I could help my neighbour friend become a father. 
I couldn't believe how both incidents were conveniently scheduled to happen on the same day. I felt my destiny was conspiring itself to make me act in favour of them. If I had to help Pawan, then I would have to leave Meera with Desai. If I chose to let Desai have it with Meera, then I would have to walk out of my house and eventually end up in my neighbour's bed.
I was trapped in a cage and I had nowhere to go.
 
We had a quiet dinner. Meera noticed that I was gloomy and she asked me about it when we went to sleep.
"I was wondering about our dinner night with Desai. Sex in our life has improved since that day, didn't it?"
Meera smiled, "Yeah, why?"
I sat up on the bed with my back on the headrest of the bed. I put my arm around her.
"It feels like we've forgiven Desai and we've moved on completely."
"There's no need to forgive him, Krish. He made a move and I was a willing partner. You know about that situation."
"No, I mean he's been trying to repeat it ever after."
"Oh, that's true."
"Do you think he deserved a second chance?"
"What do you mean by second chance?"
She looked at me.
"I mean what if we hadn't gotten back together? Or what if we had gotten back a few weeks later? Would you have given him a second chance?"
Meera kept staring at me and I grew nervous inside. She spoke after thinking for a while.
"Desai was different from other men I've slept with because it happened without any provocation from my side. I was shaken by the incident. I would have never fancied sleeping with him again." And then she slowly broke into a naughty smile. "But now I feel like, I would have done it again."
I was amused by her revelation.
"So it was good, huh?"
"Is it why you're beating around the bush, dear?"
She pinched my nose with a giggle.
"Tell me," I insisted. My heart was beating hard, I was waiting to hear it from her.
"Yeah, it was good."
"But he didn't give you an orgasm."
"Yeah, that's the only thing he missed. Otherwise, he gave me a lot of pleasure."
"The other night you made me do it while standing..."
Meera interrupted me, "Where are you going, baby? Wanna hear about the night again? Does it thrill you now?"
"That night was wonderful. Thanks to Desai. His short speech was a spark," I confessed.
"Go and thank him," Meera quipped. I laughed shyly.
"Go ahead, you can do it." Meera teased me again. "Well, I was wondering what's up with Desai and you. Desai isn't the only guy I've slept with but no one has got you angry as he did."
"He's a monster, that's why," I said.
"Are you scared of him or in awe of him?"
"Oh my God. What are you making me say? He's got a bulky body frame, compared you yours and mine. The thought of him with you in bed actually scares me a lot."
"I've seen you enjoying a lot of scary things."
"Less scary, I'd say." I reminded.
"But you have to be honest with me, Krish. What do you feel when you think of him with me? Do you get an erection?"
"Not in the past. But since the dinner, yes. Something is there."
"My cucky hubby..." she grabbed my hair lightly and pulled it repeatedly. "Promise me you ain't planning anything here. I am not going to sleep with Desai or anyone ever again."
I felt a breeze caressing my whole body and taking away the weight of my bed.
"What about me?"
"Oh, you are always welcome."
"Welcome for what?"
"Welcome to do this..." she put her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back. We hurriedly went for each other's clothes without breaking the kiss.
"Mmm...No foreplay today..." Meera whispered in my ears. In a matter of seconds, I was shoving my dick into her wet hole. Meera moaned.
"Mmm...baby you feel so good in there..."
"Don't you want it deeper?"
"Mmm..."
I went deeper and deeper with each push. The sound of my dick plunging into her moist pussy drove me crazy.
I kept the pace under control until she urged me to go faster.
"Make me cum, baby..."
"Are you close?" I asked while panting.
"Mmm..."
I upped my pace and made her moan through the pleasure of an orgasm. As I prepared myself to burst inside her, I asked her if she was safe. She moaned affirmatively and I unloaded my load inside her.
We lay panting for a while.
"You meant safe, right?"
I asked when I found my lost breath.
"Yeah."
"How many days are left in this period?"
I asked casually.
"Mmm...My cycle ended on Sunday. So the safe period ends on this Friday." She calculated while caressing my face. "You have three more days to enjoy without having to pull out."
So next Saturday will be unsafe. I was quick to think. I felt I've found another reason not to let it happen.
No. You won't fill my wife's pussy with your cum, Desai. I said in my mind.
 
 
At noon just after lunch, I got Meera's phone call. 
"Desai phoned me, Krish. He's expecting a treat from me for my award, like the dinner you gave him after your promotion."
"What did you say?"
"I said I'll think about it. He added a lot of butter, hoping I would say yes right away."
"What did he say?"
"Since he's no more a client with us, we won't be seeing him a lot. Actually, there's no reason to see him again. So..."
I felt she was already in favour of lunch. But I was the only one who knew what that 'lunch' meant.
"I'm a bit busy, baby. Let's talk later."
"What should I tell him?"
"Is it urgent?"
"He told me to ask you. He's so concerned about what you have to say. It's not a tough decision, is it?"
"We'll discuss later baby."
"What's so much to think?"
"What's your take?"
"I think it's okay. His last one chance."
His last one chance!
It struck deep in my heart.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice after a few seconds.
"Yeah."
"Do you have any suggestions for the restaurant?"
Restaurant. That's not where he wants to have that one last chance with you. A restaurant can't be a place where he can hump you.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice again. 
"What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about our apartment."
I couldn't believe I said that. 
Our apartment. Our bed. His lunch. His delicious lunch.
"Our house? But why?"
"You asked for my suggestion. That's my suggestion. Let's give him a homely lunch."
"Okay. That's cool."
Meera said.
 
I couldn't believe that I was carrying a hard-on by then. What the fuck! I shook my head in disgust.
I'm just giving him lunch. It's not permission to fuck my wife. I said in my mind.
After lunch, I'll simply hand over the cash to him.
 
 
Cont'd