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

[krish_999]

sorry for the long delay guys. It's 1.15 am and I am still typing. Two more paragraphs and some proofreading - that's what I need now. I will post it on Wednesday by 4 pm. Thanks.

[kishen]

Good night....so Wednesday it is.

[masud93]

what i say,, don’t know,,,, মারা খেলাম আর কী,বাল

[prashanthi]

Please don't miss this time..

[Salmanzadaane]

Take your time, thanks for reply

[BedWinner]

I know krish is a quality writer and we are in a very exciting part of the story. Curious to what to happens next

[msd.23]

only one thing to see.... Desai fucks Meera sooo hard... and Krish cleans up her pussy...

[prashanthi]

Guess its plan of Desai to place the recording device in the bedroom. He knows krish will try something out of it and it will turn in his favor. After seeing the device in her bag, meera will think krish is spying on her or trying to get the conversations between her and desai and shake his cock. She knows that he is a dirty cuck anyways and will behave cheaply like this for his sexual needs. She will take this as a chance to sleep with desai as it will make her husband happy. She will plan it in such a way that she is doing it only for krish.  Desai must fuck meera in every room of krish house and make meera beg to fuck her. krish will imagine standing masturbate in every room.

only one thing to see.... Desai fucks Meera sooo hard...  and Krish cleans up her pussy...

That would be a great thing and if Krish writes it that would be the best cuck story ever

[Straw hat luffy]

Hi krish... eagerly waiting for the update?

[Straw hat luffy]

Hi krish... eagerly waiting for the update.

[prashanthi]

Krish it's 4 PM. Please don't miss this time

[Gumshot]

Waiting

[Salmanzadaane]

Intehah hogai krish bhai

[krish_999]

Chapter - Nineteen

I followed Desai’s car to Meera's office and ensured that she was dropped back safely. What I had found out at the restaurant had shaken my conscience so much that I did not want to assume anything. Life had taught me one thing. That it was foolish to believe things as per my assumptions.

I had thought the fifty lakh rupees sitting on my shelf was Desai’s last trick of desperation. I had thought he was out of his mind, out of ideas.
But he had not only manipulated me through deception but also had managed to trick Meera. My throat had gone dry in a few minutes.
"What are you looking at? I kissed you back. Isn't it enough?"
Meera's voice echoed in my head. She kissed him. She let him taste the softness of her lips for a few seconds. I cringed at the thought and it devastated me because it was a blunder on my part to let Desai have so much freedom with Meera. I should not have told her that I did not hate Desai anymore for what he had done to her.
I should not have asked Meera about her periods.
Desai had used every bit of information he had collected from me.
He had conveyed that I was excited to hear about her old night with Desai. I was sure she already had this doubt and Desai's statement merely would have confirmed it. He furnished the idea with a statement that I was expecting to see the chemistry between them.
"He's excited about seeing us together. I could see it in his eyes."
Why wouldn’t Meera believe that? I wondered.
Why wouldn’t Meera believe that I would be aroused to imagine what they could do in his place? Such things were hardly a secret between me and Meera.
Further, by stating that I expected them to indulge in unprotected sex on Saturday, he simply reintroduced me as a willing cuckold in front of my wife. I felt he might have got that idea because Meera had lovingly called me ‘my cucky hubby’ and I wasn’t’ offended.
And he added a nail on the coffin of my image as a husband that I agreed about using a pill after their unprotected night.
"I have already planned how to do it. I'll make you scream."
He had blatantly had promised her. It was not a challenge or aspiration. It was a promise.
I was sure Meera would find it hard not to believe a word Desai had told her.
 
I could not concentrate at work during the rest of the day. I spent my day expecting Meera's phone call. I was not going to escape her interrogation. I sat back in my office and pondered about my chances of surviving it.
She would start by asking why I did invite Desai to my house. I had no purpose to do that, except that I wanted Desai to come. She would ask me why I told Desai about our secret chats about Desai. She would call me a cheat. In her eyes, it was a betrayal from my side to reveal our bedroom secrets to Desai.
I thought about telling her about the recorder. But she would ask me why I did not tell her about it when I found out about it. What I was waiting for?
“I know what you were waiting for. You were waiting for it to happen. You were waiting to see how far I would go.” Meera would ask me and my past would do nothing good to defend myself.
I had waited in the past to see where things would go and I have ended up watching her have sex with other men. It would take Meera one second to assume that I was going back to my old days.
By the time I reached home, I was split in half. Half side of my mind told me to defend myself and say Desai manipulated me. The other half wanted me to accept it all and seek forgiveness.
“I don’t want to lose you again, baby. I love you.” I could say in the end. But I was almost sure that it wouldn’t help me.
It was one thing that Meera had gone for lunch with her without telling me and even let him kiss her. If I was a normal husband, I could have simply confronted her and accused her of unfaithfulness.
But I was not a normal husband. I was the one who got an erection when he heard the sound of my wife kissing another man. And that was my problem.
 
However, Meera did not ask me about anything. She came home and chatted with me casually, and went out for the evening walk with Sheetal. I noticed Sheetal giving me a prolonged stare but I was hardly in the mood to think about her. At first, I thought Meera was just holding it back.
But she remained calm even after her evening walk. She talked about her office events like nothing happened outside her office. Like she hadn’t gone for lunch with Desai. Like she hadn’t learnt those things about me from Desai. Like she hadn’t been kissed by him.
Her silence gave birth to one doubt. Is she ready for it? A lightning jolt went down my spine as I thought of Meera preparing to grant Desai one last chance. One last chance to enjoy her body in my bed. One last chance to torture her beautiful body as he pleased. One last chance to gift her an orgasm.
“I won't be stopping next Saturday."
I hadn’t forgotten Desai's last words of the evening. I spent the evening thinking about Desai going to bed with Meera and doing crazy things to her, making her scream with pleasure. My dick went dead during those moments, bringing me a sense of relief. I was glad that my body wasn’t enjoying the crazy thoughts.
 
But later in the night, my erection came back strongly as we went to bed. I felt she was waiting for me to kiss her. I was wary that the moment I did it, she would find my erection and she would react with an explosion.
I struggled hard to find sleep. I struggled hard to stay calm. I struggled hard to ignore my erection.
I found sleep only after paying a visit to the bathroom and resorting to masturbation. I came hard and quick, and I felt relieved instantly.
I slept with a pang of guilt, but I woke up with a sense of relief that Meera had spared me from the interrogation.
But the thought that the wind had turned completely in favour of Desai was sure to make my life miserable. The only thing that helped me stay calm was that she was not going anywhere for two days as it was the weekend. I had two days to think deeply about the situation and find a solution.
 
 
The water pipe in our apartment building had been broken for many days. We had complained to the maintenance in charge but all he did was tying it with a rag to stop the water leakage. The water leakage increased day by day and eventually it broke. On Saturday morning, we managed to get some tools and repaired the pipeline ourselves. But I injured my hand while pulling the broken pipe. Even though it wasn’t serious, there was blood.
When the maintenance in charge arrived, Meera gave him an earful in front of everyone. She said it’s for the fecklessness of people like him other people are hurting their hands and suffering. The man had his face red.
Even I was taken by surprise by her outrage.
“What happened to you, baby?” I asked when we returned to the house. “It’s nothing serious much.”
“I can’t see you being hurt.” Meera’s eyes were wet. She hugged me. “Not matter how small it is. I can’t see you in pain. All I have is you, Krish.”
I saw love in her eyes.
It was again one of those moments that made me realise how much she cared for me and loved me. It made me forget all my worries and hug her with all my love. She was my Meera. My lovely wife.
I was not going to lose her.
The incident made me confident about myself and our love.
I thought about Pawan’s request. I felt his struggle in life cannot be a reason to break my Meera’s trust, no matter what.
I am not going to impregnate your wife, Pawan. I said in my mind.
 
 
 As I thought about saving my ass from the danger, the first thing that came to my mind was Desai's money. Desai's confidence that it might work was needed to be broken.
I phoned him at noon.
"Desai, I am feeling like shit because of this stupid money. Why the hell I should keep it? Just come and take it. Or tell me where you are, I’ll bring it to you."
I said.
“I told you, Krish, there is nothing to worry about it.”
"I don’t want your assurance, Desai. Just tell me where you are. I am bringing it back to you.”
I said stiffly.
"I am in Mumbai, Krish. I’ll be back in a couple of days. I can’t take the money until then.”
His reply made me believe that he was betting too much on the money.
I shook my head in disgust as I felt insulted of being considered as a man who’d accept money for a chance to fuck my wife.
I doubted he was lying to make me keep the money. But I phoned a few guys I knew from his office, and they confirmed that Desai was out of town.
 
 Meera’s office had arranged a weekend party for all the staff. Meera was not interested to go.
“I don’t want to go.”
She had told me.
“Why? Your issue with Ashish is resolved, isn’t it?”
I wondered.
“Yeah, but we haven’t been acquainted enough to party together.”
“You won’t know him unless you meet him in a social event.”
“Social event?” Meera laughed. “It’s not his thing.”
I thought it was not fair to stay away from the office party which was organized for every member of their branch for putting up an exceptional performance. I told Meera that it was the duty of every staff to acknowledge the company’s gesture.
Meera thought about it and eventually changed her mind.
 
Meera left before seven o’clock for the party. I spent the evening watching TV after having two small pegs of whisky. Later I thought about Desai’s suitcase. Even though I felt disgusted about agreeing to keep the money for nothing, I wondered why he forced me to keep it. He could have easily taken it back. Did he think I would be tempted to own it for real if I kept it for a few days?
If Desai thought so, then it meant Desai was already thinking of me as a pimp. I knew Desai wasn’t a fool to promote that idea.
Is he going to play a foul game? I thought. I hadn’t counted the money. When he said fifty lakhs, I simply believed it. What if the actual amount was lesser than that? What if he later accused me of stealing his money?
I knew Desai was so cunning that he would do anything to trap me and manipulate me.
I opened my shelf and took out the briefcase. I kept it on the centre table in the hall and opened it. I checked the neatly arranged currency. It was exactly as Desai had told me.
Half of the offer to pimp my wife. I laughed at the thought. He was very close to making his dream true through his manipulation and friendship tricks. But offering me money was a big mistake from his side. If Meera came to know about his indecent proposal, she would slap him with her sandal.
This cash, which was enough to tempt a man to murder another, would be my trump card. I believed.
Because it was easy to murder than to pimp one’s wife.
I heard the doorbell, breaking my thought process and suddenly panicking me a little bit as I thought Meera was back. I hurriedly closed the briefcase and hid it under the pillow on the couch.
The visitor turned out to be Pawan.
He asked me if he could come inside. I knew why he was there for. I confirmed it when he closed the door quietly after walking inside.
“I could not bear the tension, Krish.” Pawan came to the subject straight away. “I wanted to know if you’ve made any decision.”
“I have made my decision already, Pawan. And I don’t think I am going to change it.” I said blatantly.
Pawan’s face became dull in a second.
He moved toward the couch and began to sit on it. As he moved the pillow he saw the briefcase.
“Oh, this.” I quickly grabbed the briefcase and smiled. “I forgot. One second.” After gesturing for him to wait, I took it to the bedroom and kept it on the shelf. When I returned to the hall, he was sitting on the couch, lost in thoughts.
“Krish,” he looked up. “I know what I asked you maybe too much for a loyal man to give away. It is tough to cheat on one’s loving wife, especially a woman like Meera. But my request is not to look at it that way. I am not asking you to have sex for your pleasure or my wife’s pleasure. I just want you to do the minimum thing required to impregnate her. It could be a punishment for you. But I am counting on it, Krish. If you really look at it as a punishment for yourself, your guilt may come down. Do you know why I fixed the day to be next Saturday? It’s because it is Sheetal’s most fertile time of the month. It’s the twelfth day after her menstruation period. Three days from the twelfth day are the most possible days for conceiving. So my thinking is that you only have to do it once, and just the bare minimum.”
I let out a sigh.
“Pawan, I know it’s grown too much into your head. You look at it as a solution but I am looking at it as a question. I don’t want to hook myself into it because I just can’t. I can’t…”
“Please don’t say it now.” Pawan got up, interrupting me. “I did not come to offend you or force you. Please take your time. Think about it for the whole week to reach a decision. I too have this one whole week to pray that you decide in our favour. I am not alone. We are together in begging you for this.”
 
I had nothing to decide. I was ready to repeat it after one week too.
But as time passed I could not stop wandering into the subject again. It amused me greatly that why everything was conveniently being placed on the big Saturday. It felt as if I was already being compensated by an unknown force for an inevitable humiliation I was going to suffer on the same day. I also felt that it could be the other way around too, that Desai’s plan was just an excuse to make me decide in favour of Pawan and his wife.
“I too have one this one whole week to pray that you decide in our favour,”  I remembered Pawan’s words.
I wondered if my destiny was making me help Pawan and Sheetal.
 
For the sake of thinking, I thought about giving in to his wish on Saturday. I would walk out of my house and walk into the opposite one. Sheetal would welcome me and led me to her bedroom. She would undress and lie down on her bed. I would lie on top of her and push my dick into her. She would spread her legs and welcome my manliness. Then I would keep pushing it until I ejaculated and filled her pussy with my sperm. She would stop me from pulling out immediately.
“Please wait a few seconds,” she would request.
And she would thank me when I pull out after a few seconds.
I would get up and leave.
How long it would take? Ten minutes? Half an hour? One hour? I wondered.
One hour! The thought made me remember that while doing Pawan this great favour I would be leaving my wife in the company of Desai. He would straightaway grab my wife and lead her to my bedroom. There he would undress them both. But he wouldn’t simply proceed to fuck her. He would eat her pussy first and then make her suck his dick. And finally, he would take her to the bed and fuck her. He will not just fuck her. He would make her come and scream with pleasure. And he would then fill her pussy with his cum.
In the end, Pawan would become a father. And I would become a willing cuckold again.
For Pawan, it would be a blessing. For me, it would be a curse, with a sense of déjà vu.
I had lived that life already, and I had decided I wouldn’t go back to that world again. It was not a world I wanted to revisit.
Even if I felt for Pawan, I could never do it because of the money Desai offered me. Receiving it would make me a pimp forever.
No. I would never take it. Even if Desai had his way with Meera, I would never take the money.
I thought for a moment and the next moment I scolded myself for making decisions beyond Saturday.
 
Later, I calculated what day it would be from her last monthly cycle. Meera had told me her last cycle had ended on Monday. I counted from the Monday, and I chill went down my spine as I realised that Saturday was going to be the thirteenth for her.
“It’s because it is Sheetal’s most fertile time of the month…Three days from the twelfth day are the most possible days for conceiving.”
Desai had already given me the pill. But I knew it will be wasted.
 
 
My phone rang. It was Meera.
“Baby I’ve got great news,” I could sense her excitement in her voice. “I’ve got the promotion.”
“Wow,” I said. “That’s great news. How did this happen? How’s the party?”
“That’s what the party is about. Ashish just announced it. Krish, I can’t bear this happiness.”
She was emotional.
“Baby, I can understand your joy. And you deserved it. I have seen you working harder and harder; if there was someone who deserved this, then it’s you. I am so happy for you.”
I said.
I was indeed happy for her. But the truth was that I was not in a mental position to celebrate it. My life was again on the verge of being collapsed like a palace of cards. 
My life was getting better in every way, in front of the eyes of the public. But it was on the verge of being destroyed. Only I knew.
When Meera came home she hugged me tight and kissed me.
“I am so happy, baby.” Her eyes were wet.
I smiled at her and kissed her back.
 
She later talked about the party. It was different from normal booze parties because Ashish Bharadwaj held the event together.
“He likes to make people share their emotions rather than shouting it out in the air,” Meera opined.
“And you know, he asked me to thank you for making me change my mind and attend the party.” She added. “Otherwise his plan to break my promotion news would have been failed.”
She showed me pictures from the party. Most of them were group selfies. I could not help but notice how stunning she looked in all of them. But the fear that all her beauty might become an object to satisfy Desai's hunger in few days left me unable to enjoy the good news.
 
 
Meera did not speak a word about Desai on Sunday too. And she did not stop talking about the struggle she had to bear in the past four months. She was proud of her achievement. I was also proud of her.
I went out on Sunday evening to buy a surprise gift for her. At the shopping mall, I ran into a familiar figure at the same store.
“Thinking about a gift for your wife?”
I heard a familiar voice from behind and turned. It was Ashish Bharadwaj and I smiled at him.
“Yeah, I heard she got promoted. Must be appreciated, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, she did and she deserves a special gift.” We shook hands. “But what about you? You too have someone who deserves something special?”
“No, Krish. I am not as lucky as you.” His smile lost its brightness slightly.
I remembered what Meera had told me about his failed marriage. I apologised.
“It’s alright, Krish. It’s a long-gone tale, doesn’t hurt now.” He said.
He was there to buy a dress for a friend’s daughter as a birthday present.
“I don’t have many friends here.” He added.
I helped him chose the dress. When I chose a sleeveless maxi dress for Meera, he acknowledged my selection sense. But he never said a word about Meera.
 
We chatted freely and ended up in a beer parlour on the top floor of the shopping mall.
“I don’t make friends easily, Krish.” He said. “That I am sitting with you and having a drink here is quite surprising to me.”
“You seem to be a genuine person who speaks his mind. I think that’s what clicked for me. But honestly speaking, the image Meera had given me about you was a bit different. She thinks you like to maintain the gap from women in general.”
I said.
“She’s right about me.” Ashish smiled. "I've had a long struggle with a woman who was my wife. You know, I will never get over those days. The only favour it did to me is that I am now very cautious with women. I approach them with caution. You know, I was wary of how Meera would react if I acted against a friend of hers. If she was a man it would have been professional. But you know when a woman is involved; you can't do it without making your side crystal clear. The day I met you, and I learnt a bit about you, that's when I got the courage to do it. I have to thank you for that. It may be irrelevant to you, but it matters a lot to me, Krish."
"You did a good thing. Meera told me. She's convinced about your reports against Desai. So the credit should go to you only."
"Did Meera tell you all of that?"
He was surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"You are a great husband then. In my opinion, you guys are quite lucky to have each other."
It was the first time when somebody told me we were lucky to have each other. Otherwise, I was often told I was lucky to have Meera as my wife.
Ashish was a person who paid less attention to outside beauty. I wondered why his wife had to seek divorce from him. I eventually asked him about his marriage.
Ashish told me the story of his unsuccessful marriage.
“My wife never loved me. In fact, I don’t know much about her. I wonder how much she knows about me too. She’s a strange woman who doesn’t even need my money. She’s rich enough, and she had no interest in me and my family or my friends. We’ve been living separately for the last five years. I wonder why we got married in the first place.”
I felt for him. He went on. “We got married and from day one there were small incidents of differences. We never settled down. There was no time to settle down. Everything went down with no chance of recovery.”
“If it’s been five years, isn’t it time to move on find another partner?”
I asked.
Ashish smiled. “I am the cat who fell in the hot water once, now even the cold water freaks me out.”
“You’ve moved on, Ashish. Let me tell you.”
“How can you say that?”
“You are talking with sarcasm instead of sadness. How often do you think of her?”
“I don’t think of her at all. I don’t think of any woman, to be honest. I think I have developed a deep hatred towards marital life. It’s simply so difficult to maintain. So fragile and so complicated. You and Meera are a great couple and I must congratulate you on that.”
At the end of the day, I liked him even more.
I told him one day I would invite him to my house for lunch. He said he would be glad to join me.
 
 
On Monday too, I planted the fully charged voice recorder in Meera's handbag and decided to spy on her. I was scared of Desai showing up at her office with another trick in his sleeves. Since I had learnt that Meera wasn’t going to be honest about her meeting with Desai, I wasn’t ready to count on her.
The day turned out to be a tedious experience for me as it passed without anything abnormal except when I saw Meera and another woman going out in the afternoon. Curious to know where they were heading to, I followed them. I ended up following them to a clothing store, a medical store, and a toy store. I got Meera's handbag in the range a couple of times and it turned out that they were buying birthday gifts for Anagha’s daughter.
Desai did not show up and it made me feel better at the end of the day. I also learnt one flaw in the recorder device. I had received a few calls from my office. During the calls, the connection was lost and I could not hear anything from the device until I re-synced it with the mobile phone.
I did not want to leave it for a chance. When I went home I took out my old phone and kept it charged. I planned to use it for calls when the device was synced next time.
 
 
I phoned Desai in the evening.
“Are you back in Pune? When are you taking your money back?”
I asked him without trying to be polite.
“I am still in Mumbai, Krish.” He said. “I will call you when I come back.”
“You better call me. If you think leaving your money with me would tempt me for anything, then you are the dumbest person I’ve met in my life.”
“Just cool down, Krish. I know you won’t accept the money. It’s not a bribe. Just keep it with you, I’ll take it back once I am back.”
He said.
I had the call recording on. After ending the phone call I played the recording.
It will prove that my side. I thought.
 
The next morning, I received a phone call from Desai.
“Krish, I called you to remind you about something. Actually, I forgot one important thing. The pill I gave you, I want you to check its expiry date.”
“What? Why?”
I was puzzled by his bizarre demand.
“I forgot to check it when I picked it up from the medical store. We don’t want a case of accidental pregnancy. This is important because we can’t leave anything for luck. I only wish to have sex with Meera once, not to impregnate her.  Please check the date and tell me if it’s expired, I’ll bring a new one. Okay?”
 
His blatant optimism made me laugh. He was so confident of sleeping with my wife already.
 
“Okay, bring a new one,” I said jovially.
“Thanks, bye.”
He cut the call before I could ask if he was back in town. I called him back but he was not reachable. I phoned at his office later to confirm and his staff said he was away.
“Sir will come back on Friday only.”
The staff said.
 
 
Wednesday evening Meera had something to tell me about Ashish Bharadwaj.
“A part of him is indeed a misogynist. I can tell that, Krish.”
She had witnessed Ashish behaving with prejudice with a woman staff.
But I felt Ashish had the reason to hate women in general. I told Meera about his failed marriage in the hope of making her understand him better.
“I think you should have a word with him,” Meera suggested in the end, “because if he’s comfortable to share about his personal life with you, then he must be comfortable to hear from you.”
“About what?”
I asked.
“About the truth,” she said. “That he doesn’t need to be always afraid of women.”
I agreed with her.
 
The next day I phoned him and invited him to have breakfast with me on Friday.
“I am afraid I won’t make it tomorrow, Krish,” Ashish said politely. “But I’ll definitely say yes for another day.”
“How about Saturday, then?”
“I would love that.”
“That’s great.”
“In fact, I was wondering when you’d be inviting me for lunch. Is that it?”
I remembered that I had told him about inviting him for a lunch.
“Yeah, why not. If you are free on Saturday…”
I said, still calculating in my mind.
“I’ll be glad to make myself available for it. Just message me your address, please. I have absolutely no idea in which side of the city your house is.”
When the phone call ended, I wondered what’s wrong with Saturday.
I wanted to have breakfast with him on Friday but what I did was inviting him to lunch on Saturday at my house. The same lunch that Desai had been counting on to make his dream a reality.
I sat back and laughed at the thought. I was sure that nothing was going to happen on Saturday. I thought Ashish's presence would be enough to shatter Desai's long-cherished dream.
 
When I told Meera about it, she happily agreed.
“You are close to him than anyone in my office.” She said.
 
Friday I noticed her cleaning the house thoroughly.
“Mmm… trying to impress your boss!”
I teased her.
“Trying not to lose the impression, mister!”
She retorted.
While helping her with the cleaning I asked about Desai.
“Oh, he can get lunch another day. It’s not important. I’m not that much committed to that lunch. I will tell him to wait for another day.”
Her words brought me great joy. I felt the promotion and the much-needed appreciation must have helped her free herself from the world of Desai.
“Why don’t you call him up and say this right now?” I suggested.
I wanted Desai to hear it from her. There is no lunch coming, dude.
But my confidence backfired slightly as Meera phoned Desai straightaway.
“Sorry, Desai. I’m disappointed that I have to cancel tomorrow’s lunch. I’ve just got to know I’m going to have unexpected guests tomorrow.” I was beginning to imagine Desai's disappointment and also celebrate in my mind. But what Meera told him next left me disappointed.
“Not Sunday, Desai. Sunday we have plans of a temple visit with our neighbours. I’ll invite you next week. I promise you.”
With those words, Meera had given him hope again. And it left me anxious again.
 
 
However, I was saved from whatever tension I had been carrying since the lunch with Desai was fixed. Saturday, I woke up with a sense of relief and relaxation.
I would not have to bear the sight of Meera welcoming Desai to my house. I would not have to see him feast on her beauty with his eyes.
Meera remained busy in the kitchen since morning. She had turned down my suggestion to order food from the restaurant. She finished the cooking in time and changed to a white kurti and black leggings.
I was surprised to see her sticking to homely attire. But she looked stunning in that look too. The well-stitched kurti brought out the perfectness of her body. But there was no extra effort to impress her boss through her appearance. It simply made me happy about having invited Ashish Bharadwaj to my house. I remembered how seductively Meera had dressed for the dinner with Desai the other night. She had an excuse that she had worn that dress for the ‘others’ including me.
 
 
Ashish Bharadwaj arrived at around twelve. He shook hands with Meera and me while exchanging pleasantries. He sat on the couch and said mentioned how well maintained our house was.
We chatted for some time before we moved to the dining hall. Ashish thanked Meera for the homely food.
“I haven’t had homely food in a long time. I had a cook in Bangalore. He was very good and I wanted to bring him to Pune. But he refused. I had tried a few guys but all of them were only good in north Indian dishes which tasted more like restaurant food. I am searching for a new house and once I’m settled, I’ll get a new cook also.”
I noticed how keenly Meera was listening to him. I guessed she was amused by him talking personal matters so comfortably.
“Where are you living now?”
I asked.
When he mentioned the place, Meera quickly recognised it.
“I know the place. My friend lives there.”
“Which friend?”
I asked.
“Ananya. She lives in the MCR apartments. She and Sam recently shifted there. Didn’t you know?”
Now I knew which building she was talking about. It was the huge apartment Desai had gifted her. But I did not know when Ananya and Sam had moved into it.
“No, I didn’t know,” I said.
“I know of that building. In fact, I had visited it at the beginning with the intent to buy one flat in it,” Ashish said. “There was a funny incident though. I had gone to see the newly constructed flats. But I opened the wrong door and I was embarrassed to see a man and woman hugging each other. They were shocked to see a stranger intruding on their private moments because they were definitely doing some hanky-panky, but luckily they didn't shout at me. Nevertheless, I still feel embarrassed about it.”
As he kept talking with a light smile, I was running back in my memory. Those strangers were me and Ananya when she had taken me to see her flat. We had shared a few intimate moments before being interrupted by a stranger pushing open the front door unexpectedly. I had thanked the stranger in my mind for interrupting us, but I had no idea I would be having lunch with him at my house.
If I had a hint, I wouldn’t have befriended him, let alone inviting him for a lunch. But unfortunately, we both had failed to recognise each other despite a feeling of having met already. Now I had recognised him, and I could only pray that he did not recognise me.
“I had liked the flat. But the rate was too high. Your friend must be rich.”
Ashish’s joke brought a smile to Meera's face. She took out her mobile and showed Ananya’s photo to him.
Ashish had a close look at the photo, much to my distress. I could only pray that he did not recognise her as well.
“I have seen this woman, but I don’t remember.”
He said, much to my relief.
Meera smiled.
“You pretend like you have a thin memory. When you met Krish for the first time, you said the same about him too.”
“Yeah, you are right.” Ashish threw a glance at me.
It was the moment I had been dreading. He had recognised me. He had recognised that I was the man in a compromising position with another woman, who was now revealed to be my wife’s friend.
It was one thing that Meera was aware of my short time fling with Ananya during our separation. But it was something else that I had gone to her empty flat behind her back. It was anybody’s wild guess that we might have had sex there.
I felt I shouldn’t have met him at all.
I had a mental re-run about my life’s many events in the past. It was an unbelievable repetition of a twist that I was destined to meet Ashish Bharadwaj again in my life. Like Shekhar turning up at my doorstep, Das revealing himself, Sam’s attempted blackmailing of Meera, etc. came to my head in one second. In those moments I was a bad guy who by some part of my body wanted the bad things to happen. But here, I was not looking for any stupid adventure, with no plan to mess up with my life.
I knew Ashish Bharadwaj’s few words could create havoc in my life. I gauged the possibility of Ashish revealing the truth about me and Ananya to Meera. I could only pray that he never recollected it.
The food on my plate had turned sour in a few seconds. I did not say what to contribute to the ongoing conversation between my wife and her boss.
Meera, on the other hand, went on to tell Ashish how I had helped Ananya get a new job when she lost her old one. She was inadvertently revealing my closeness to her friend.
“So, have you found the house you wanted?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
“Yeah, I’ve found another house. I’m expecting to move in there the next month.”
Ashish said.
 
After lunch when Meera left us alone, Ashish was thoughtful. I sat tight on the couch, pretending nonchalance.
The lunch had ended for me. I wanted him to leave as early as possible.
Meera returned to the hall and luckily, Ashish got ready to leave soon.
 
I accompanied him to the parking. I was pretending to be innocent till then.
But Ashish had other ideas.
“So that’s why we felt we had met each other, right. It’s a huge coincidence that we have become so close without recognising.” He said.
I did not know what to say.
“I know it's personal and I don't have the right to question you. But since I happened to carry the embarrassment for a long time, I am curious about your feeling. Were you embarrassed when I opened that door? Were you scared of me?”
I looked down for a moment before I spoke.
“I was embarrassed to be in that incident. It was an accident.”
I did not think he would believe me. But I went on. “I have helped Ananya many times in the past. I am one of her closest friends. She was unable to decide on the flat because it was huge and she thought I could help her. She was already looking for an opportunity to thank me for helping her find a new job. She got emotional a bit, and I’d say a momentary slip led us to embrace each other. We both were shocked when interrupted but only then we realised the mistake we were doing, and we were embarrassed mainly for that.
A bit of embarrassment goes for a stranger seeing us like that, but actually I'm grateful that you showed up at right time. In fact, I have been wondering how I should thank you.”
“Well, you can thank me now.”
He quipped.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
“Does Meera know about it?”
His question simply erased my smile.
“I didn’t think she should know about it.”
“Then don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t tell her either.” He said, looking into my eyes. I could see he meant it.
He shook hands with me before he left.
I let out a sigh. I felt glad that I met him.
 
 
In the evening when the ladies were gone, I went to Pawan’s house. He gave me a cold welcome. I could guess that he must have learnt from Sheetal that I hadn’t visited her in the day.
“I am sorry to disappoint you, Pawan. I told you I love Meera more than anything in the world. I can’t do this to her.”
“I am disappointed, yes.” Pawan shook his head. “You know, I had sex with a girl in my relation on the previous night of my wedding. I was struck with pain that I wouldn’t be seeing her again and that led me to do it.  But after my marriage and when I learnt how much Sheetal loves me, I always feel bad about it. It was a sin to cheat on her on the eve of our wedding. I believe that my inability to become a father is because of this sin. In some way that’s the reason why I’m able to take this decision. The decision to let my wife conceive by someone who can is taken by us together. If not by you, it’ll be done by someone else. You have proven to be too good a man for us. But what can I say?”
I was disheartened by his sad talk. But I was not going to help him.
 
 to be cont'd...

[krish_999]

...cont'd


The next day when we went to the temple, Pawan refused to join us. However, Sheetal came with us. I thought Pawan was sad and angry.

As Sheetal came to my house, I noticed her avoiding eye contact with me. She looked graceful in a beautiful white kurti.
When we reached the temple I got a moment to be alone with her.
“I am sorry, Sheetal. I could not help you. Pawan is disappointed, I know. But I have no choice.”
I told her.
“It’s okay, Krish. You have done what you think is right for you. You don’t have to apologise. My respect for you has only increased.”
Sheetal said.
I felt calm after that. I felt good about saying no to Pawan.
Tomorrow I’m going to return Desai's cash and say goodbye to him. I thought. I will never meet him. I will eventually tell Meera about his manipulation games and help her stay away from him too.
 
Finally, I was ready to get over him.
 
I called Desai in the night.
“Meera might have promised you lunch next week, Desai. But it’s not happening. I’m not looking forward to it. It’s not happening, even if Meera wants that.” I said. Desai kept on listening as I went on. “Your dream is your dream. Don't put pressure on me for that, Desai. You can tell me where I should meet you to return the money.”
“I respect your decision, Krish. I’m coming back tomorrow. So let’s meet on Tuesday.”
 
I was a bit surprised that he agreed with me without bargaining. I wondered if he was scheming in another way. I became suspicious that he was planning something fishy and I decided to keep an eye on Meera on Monday.
 
My suspicion became a reality as Desai's car appeared in front of Meera's office much before lunch break. I had bought a cap and face mask, and wearing them got me the courage to park my car close to the entrance gate.
The moment Meera came out of the gate, the voice recorder in her handbag got synced with my mobile. I hurriedly pushed the earpieces into my ear.
“Where are we going?” I heard Meera asking as she stood close to the car. I could not hear Desai's reply as he was inside the car.
“I want to be back before lunch.”
Meera said and made sure Desai agreed upon her demand before getting inside the car.
“You look fabulous, Meera.”
I heard Desai's voice. His voice sent a sense of creepiness down my body. My wife was again going on a small date with this man. My wife was again subjecting herself to the manipulation of this man.
“Why don’t you just say it, Susheel? I don’t have much time. I told you.” There was a sense of urgency in Meera's voice.
“I was disappointed when you cancelled Saturday’s lunch. I was so close to realising my long-cherished dream. But no worries, I know we’ll be having our fun very soon. I’m thinking of dropping in your place for dinner one day.”
I wasn’t surprised that he was still talking like everything was possible even though I had conveyed my decision to him. He had many more tricks in his sleeves. I was going to see it. Desai's car had moved ahead and I quickly followed it. I decided to keep a minimum distance so that I could keep the device in range.
“So much hurry, huh?” I heard Meera's voice. “If you had the guts to drop in my place for dinner, then you should have done it already, Susheel. You know Krish wouldn’t entertain you like that.”
“You still don’t know your husband. I’ll help you clear your doubts.”
“That’s why you got me here. Now tell me about what you have.”
For once I did not understand what they were talking about. What information is Meera seeking from him?  He had surely hooked her with bate.
However, instead of going to any restaurant, Desai's car went away from the main road. I was forced to maintain a long-distance and subsequently, the device was disconnected from my mobile. As the Desai accelerated and his car disappeared shortly from my eyesight, I panicked a little, scared of losing them. I found it soon though, but as the road we were passing became less busy and then almost turned into silent ones, my heartbeats began to rise. I knew something very bad was going to happen. I kept promising myself that I would not let it happen.
I felt angry why Meera was letting Desai take her to such places.
His car finally slowed down and turned to a three-storey building under construction. I pulled back the car and parked it under a tree, hidden from the building by a sharp turn.
I quickly searched for the device on my mobile and synced with it.
“What is this place? Susheel I told you, no funny games today.”
I heard Meera's voice. She was as clueless and suspicious as I was. “This is nowhere. The building belongs to my friend. Wanna have a look?”
“Don't think I'll get out of this car. I know you very well. You don't even need a bed to do it.”
I thought Meera was referring to their sex in the standing position. I was right.
“Oh that was a crazy night,” I heard Desai's voice.
“Don’t talk about that night. Don’t start again.”
Meera warned. I could tell she was the one who started it by referring to the standing pose sex. But I was glad that she remembered it and refused to get out of the car.
“I was drunk that night. I always wished if I weren’t,” Desai simply ignored Meera's warning. “If I was not drunk I could have been more attentive to your needs.”
“What Needs?”
“I know you weren't happy by the end of it, you don't know how I've wished to go back in time and give you those moments back with a lot of pleasure.”
“You don't need to touch me for that. Are you always looking for an excuse to touch me?”
“The gap between us is narrowing down, and it's gonna be nil within a few days. I'm just waiting for it.”
“I doubt your say that you’d stop after once. Why should I trust you?”
My heart took a hit when I heard Meera started talking about conditions. Conditions that would help her go to bed with him confidently.
“You can trust me because that's the deal. Krish's only demand is that I shouldn't repeat it. And I will not break that promise...”
“Repeat it means, just once in a day? What if it's a night? You already said dropping in for dinner.”
“Then I would like to spend the whole night with you. Why should I be lying to you? But only if you allow me.”
“The whole night!” I thought Meera was laughing as she spoke. “What are you gonna do if you had the whole night?”
“Then... You already know what I would do.”
“Stop grinning. I'm just checking how greedy you are.”
“Baby, didn't you miss those moments even once after that?”
“Why should I miss? I have a husband who can look after me very well.”
“But he feels you deserve a little more.”
“Show me the proof.”
“I am going to show you. You are not scared of me right?”
“I know you won’t force me for anything. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come with you and I wouldn’t be sitting in this car with you. What is this place by the way?”
“The car is spacious enough, isn’t it?”
“The building looks good. Do you have a partnership in this construction?”
“Not yet. But I will have a partnership, very soon.”
“How is that?”
I felt Meera was deliberately changing the subject and she was succeeding in it.
“Can you see that the work has stopped? He'll now need my help to finish it.”
“I can see he must have a beautiful wife.”
Desai laughed. “Haha. That was a rude joke but I like it.”
“It’s not a joke. I haven’t seen you with any interest in monetary benefit. All you need is women.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I made those reports and they were good. But you didn't make any serious investments based on that. You had your attention somewhere else.”
“I have never kept my eyes fixed on someone for longer than you. You make me forget everything else.”
“Don't be so romantic. It doesn’t suit you, big guy.”
Meera quipped.
“No, I'm serious. I hardly went through those reports. I just kept them like awards, because you prepared it for me.”
“How idiotically romantic! And you think I’d believe it?”
I could not believe my wife wasn’t just sitting in the car with this man but also flirting with him, without showing half the urgency she had expressed ten minutes ago.
“You know, I have confessed to Krish that it was my luck that got me to sleep with his wife. But since then I have always thought about doing it again by earning it. I can do manipulative games. I can try buying him. I am not belittling him by saying he’s manipulatable or buyable. I am saying there are things people resorts to do when they are desperate. But my ultimate wish was to go back and make the night truly a memorable one. Every time I see your beautiful smile makes me sad because I could not give it to you in the first chance itself.”
The man was again back into his favourite forte of earning sympathy, pretending like a stupid loser lover. I wondered if it was working, as Meera took time to reply.
“Susheel, you behave like an idiot, but you are certainly not one. But for god’s sake, use those words to a virgin girl. Don’t forget that I am a married woman. My memorable night will always be with Krish. So go fuck you wish, go fuck your ultimate wish and tell me what will you do if you don’t get to have that memorable night?”
“Meera, I have stopped taking no for an answer for a long time. Today, tomorrow, or ten years later, I will be having my dream fulfilled. I will persist.”
“Well, it’s definitely not happening today.”
“I know that. But I am counting on next Saturday. If you tell me, I’ll make it for dinner.”
“You are cleverly trying to get my consent. If I said dinner, you’ll tell my husband that I chose the dinner to sleep with you.”
“He has already given his consent. Only thing I am asking you to choose between lunch and dinner.”
“So my consent doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“Of course, it means everything. Having dinner is something. But what we do after dinner is totally up to you. I and Krish are already in for that.”
He was already talking to her like I wanted my wife to sleep with him. That was his strategy: convincing my wife that I was in favour of it while convincing me that she was in favour of it.
This realisation made me confident that I could end his plan just by refusing to be convinced.
“You want me to believe it. But you’re not telling me why I should believe you.”
“You’ll eventually believe me.”
 “Stop your games, Susheel. I am getting late. I better get back in my office. Why did you bring me here?”
“I just want to spend a little time with you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I’ve been seeing your face every few days and suddenly I feel like you’re gone. It creates a vacuum.”
“Don’t play sentiments, it won’t work, let me tell you, Susheel.”
“Do you have no feelings for me?”
“Why should I have any feelings for you?”
“Then you’ll be lying. I know you’ve enjoyed all the attention I gave you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worked so hard on those reports.”
“That’s a stupid allegation. I will never agree with you.”
“Then why did you keep making them even though you knew I wasn’t using them?”
“It didn’t matter whether you used it or not. I just got work. My promotion was probably based on that.”
“And you saying you don’t have any feelings for me?”
“I was just being professional, Susheel.”
“But we have a past. When I come near you, when I think of you, I got back to those moments. I always remember how I felt inside you. How you threw your arms around my neck.”
“Don’t go over there. Just leave it, okay?”
“Have you forgotten those moments?”
“Yeah, I kinda have forgotten.”
“You were lying on the table, and you looked like a goddess. A goddess of beauty and love and sex. I still remember those moments like they happened yesterday. I have slept with many women after that. But I remember you. Those moments are going to come back, aren’t they?”
“You are such a dreamer.”
“Tell me the truth, Meera. Don’t you remember how I felt inside you?”
I didn’t hear anything from Meera.
“Meera, tell me.”
I could tell that I had never heard Desai's voice softer than this.
“Yes. I do.”
“This is so far the best revelation you’ve made to me, baby. You got me hard with just one word.” 
“Don't go there.”
Meera laughed.
“No, seriously. Just see.”
“No… no...”
“Please.”
“Don’t expect anything from me, Susheel. I am not going to kiss you. Last time you got me cornered. I was stupid. Not this time.”
“Just feel it, just once.”
I could hear the sounds of physical movements. I felt he was trying to grab her hand.
What is he gonna make her do?  I thought while mentally preparing to intervene if things got out of control.
“Oh my God!” I heard a voice of surprise from Meera.
What did he do?
“You got me, baby. That’s me.”
“Take your hand off mine, Susheel.”
“Are you going to slap me?” There was no reply from Meera's side for a few seconds. I could not really understand what was going on.
What did he do?
“You said he took the pill from you. I searched the whole house for it but I could not find it.” I heard Meera's voice.
“You searched everywhere?”
“I searched every place where Krish could keep it. But it is not there. You said you’d clear my doubt when you meet me in person because there is no other way.”
“Yeah, I said, because there is no other way.”
“Just clear my doubt and then I’ll do what you say.”
“I’m tempted by what you’ve just said. I’m really hard already.”
“Don’t be a pathetic dreamer. Just show me.”
“Okay.”
“I know where you're taking it. You're so...hey what are you doing? Stop... Oh shit! Are you taking off your pants?”
“You told me to show…”
“I didn’t mean to show me that, you idiot! I told you the proof.”
“This is the proof that Krish is excited for.”
Desai's nonchalance was killing me now.
“Shut the fuck up, Desai!” Meera's voice was a shout. “Close your zipper, for God’s sake?” She had suppressed her voice this time, having realised that she had shouted.
“It’s really hard. Do you remember the feeling now?”
“You are making me numb. Nothing else.”
“Don’t worry, I’m just freeing myself. It’s grown too big. It feels good, now.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to see it.”
“Meera, look at me. Open your eyes.”
“Leave me. Take your hand off me, Susheel. I'm gonna leave. I'll walk away.”
“Meera I just want to show you...”
“I'm not looking. I've asked you to prove that you have Krish’s consent. It's not a date, you haven't earned it.”
“I told you I'll give you the proof.”
“Then give it.”
“I'll prove that Krish would like to see me in his bed with you.”
“Then prove it, stop talking.”
“You're not even looking at me.”
“I'll look only after you prove it.”
“I'm gonna prove it, but then will you touch it?”
“I'll do whatever you say, just prove it. The way you're running around the bush is making me think you're just trying to manipulate me.”
“Okay. You will have to hear this.”
There was a short pause from Desai's side. Amid the chaotic beatings of my own heart, I heard a phone ringing elsewhere.
Is he calling someone?
The call was picked up soon and I heard Desai's sound.
“Krish, I called you to remind you about something. Actually, I forgot one important thing. The pill I gave you, I want you to check its expiry date.”
“What? Why?”
I was stunned by the realisation that it was my voice on the other side. The bastard was playing a call recording. It was a call he had made to me a week ago and I could already remember what it was about.
Desai's voice went on as I felt crippled by my own thoughts.
“I forgot to check it when I picked it up from the medical store. We don’t want a case of accidental pregnancy. This is important because we can’t leave anything for luck. I only wish to have sex with Meera once, not to impregnate her.  Please check the date and tell me if it’s expired, I’ll bring a new one. Okay?”
From the other side, I heard the stupidest reply that I remembered having given to anyone in my life.
“Okay, bring a new one.”
Why the fuck did I say that? I could only scream in my mind.
“Thanks, bye.”
I heard Desai's voice, filled with contentment.
Why the fuck did I say that? Why the fuck didn’t I get it? Why the fuck did I take it lightly?
Questions kept popping up in my head. I knew I was outplayed again. The only thing I did not know was that how Meera would respond to this revelation.
It wasn’t just a revelation. It was proof that I had agreed upon sharing my wife with him.
There was total silence from Meera for a few minutes.
I heard a sigh. It was from Meera.
“Oh my God!”
I could understand what she would have been thinking.
“You're still that old Krish. You'll never learn, Krish. You still want to live a cuckold's life!”
Her words echoed in my head.
It was so easy to get her to think it’s happening again. And she had every reason to believe what she had heard.
The other night she when she asked me to be honest about my thinking of her and Desai together, I had admitted that unlike in the past, I was now getting an erection sometimes. The proof was not in the call recording. The proof that I was willing to be a cuckold again, was in her mind.
“Do you believe it now, Meera?”
I heard Desai's voice. I could not hear Meera's response.
 
“You heard it, didn’t you?” I heard Desai's voice. “Now it proves Krish has the emergency contraceptive pill that I have given to him. He will check its expiry date and confirm its validity later. And I expect him to give it to you afterwards, you know when?”
“Yeah, I know.”
I heard Meera's voice.
“Now, my queen, please have a look at me.”
Silence from Meera's side. She must have looked at him now.
“Not there, have a look.”
I could guess he was just making her look at his dick. It was definitely pulled out a few moments ago.
“Can you recognise it?”
“Stop it, okay? Let's go, Desai.”
“Tell me, can you recognise it?”
"Don't touch me, leave my hand. No.”
“Tell me, Meera?”
“Of course, I can, you idiot.”
“Touch me.”
There was no verbal response from Meera. Is she touching him? I cringed at the thought of my wife touching his dick.
“Oh my God, your warm fingers...mmm...grab it. Have a feel of it.”
“You'll get us caught by somebody.”
Is that all her worry?
“Nobody will come here. I know this place.”
Desai's assurance.
“From the first of the building, anyone can see us.”
Meera was trying to stop him in vain. I felt angry for why she wasn’t stopping herself.
“The staircase is under construction. Nobody will be there. Wanna go check out?”
Desai was saying.
“No, no. We're fine here.”
We. Now there's a we.
“Okay, I can wait. Now you promised me you'll do anything for...”
“Shut up okay? I didn't mean I'd sleep with you right away.”
“I know that. Just hold it again. Properly.”
There was silence again.
“Oh, your touch makes me so hard I can't stop thinking about how it would feel inside you.”
“Stop overthinking. Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just getting a bit more comfortable. Come on baby, just hold me properly...”
“Is that all you want?”
I got a wild sensation grappling my whole body as I realised my wife’s fingers were wrapped around Desai's dick, feeling the size of his growth.
I could not hear spoken words from Desai following that. But there were small shaky sounds. I pressed the earphone into my ear, trying to get more of it. Slow movements of human body parts, or clothes, or much more, I could not make it. Then I heard a moan. A slight moan. It was from Desai.
What is she doing to him?
It was the moment things were going out of my hand.
I knew if I didn’t interrupt them, it would be too late. Physically interrupting might save Meera for now, but it’d leave a lot of doubts in her head and it would worsen the situation. I thought about giving a call to Desai. I grabbed my other phone and scrolled down to his phone number.
I’ll say the lunch thing was a prank. Sorry.
I took the pill from you to see how desperate you are. How can you be so foolish?
By the time I heard his phone’s ring tone playing on the other side through the earphone, I had decided that I would just improvise from the word go. My only intention was to make Meera stop what she was doing with him.
 
The moment he picked up the call I began to speak.
“Desai, I have something…”
“Hold on, Krish. Whatever you want to say, not now.”
He interrupted me.
“Desai, you have to...”
“I'm in the middle of an unexpected blowjob, dear. Don't be a spoilsport.”
I was stunned by his nonchalance.
“What?”
Is she giving him a blowjob?
I felt I was going to faint.
“No, you carry on baby. Don't Stop. Mmm...”
I heard him saying to Meera. He had kept his phone away from his face as he spoke. But I could still hear him through the recorder.
“Yes... Oh yes…”
I heard him again through the headphone.
“Where are you? Who are you with?”
I almost shouted. But my voice was weak.
“You know her very well, my friend. You're the only one who knows.”
“Tell me the name, Desai.”
I said with a sense of loss filling in my voice. I didn't know what to say.
“Maithrei, dude. It's Maithrei, we're having some fun. I'll call you later.”
I wasn't listening to him now. My attention had completely shifted to the other sound, coming through the recorder. It was the familiar sound of a woman's mouth going down and upon a man's dick. It was a familiar sound usually heard when my wife gives me a blowjob. But this time she was doing it to Desai.
Meera was giving it to Desai. Her handbag was sitting between the front seats and Meera was apparently leaning over it to reach Desai's lap. It ensured that the recorder could catch even the smallest sounds of her movement.
My phone call hadn’t helped at all. In fact, it had backfired. I didn't know when the call was disconnected. I was completely surrendered to those sounds.
"Oh my goodness. You're doing it so great... It's worth every moment of my long wait.”
I heard Desai bathing in pleasure. Then I heard my wife’s voice.
“Does she do it like this to you?”
“No, she hasn't given me like this.”
“I thought you'd mention my name.”
“Nah…Never. You were sucking on even when you heard his voice. Thanks for trusting me. I told you I know how to keep a secret. Aaahh... Look at the tip, baby. Do you see the liquid coming?”
“Are you coming?”
“No. It's just the white gel. Just taste it, baby. Mmm...”
His moan was simply an acknowledgement of my wife taking his head back into her mouth. And it was followed by the voice of her sucking it deeper.
It took a while before Desai spoke again.
“Oh my goodness. You're marvellous. I just want to kiss you now.”
“Are you sure of that? I can still taste it in my mouth.”
“Damn sure of what I need.” Desai's reply was followed by the sound of some movements. I was sure he must have grabbed her face and pressed his wide mouth to her wet lips. My wild guess was conformed right by Desai's comment next moment.
“Your lips have got softer than last time.”
“You remember too many details.”
“Unforgettable details. I remember every bit of pleasure when I pushed it inside you. Do you remember it?”
“Stop going there again and again.”
“See, it's coming again.”
Meera sucked again, and quickly the sound of her movements filled the air again.
This time it went on non-stop, with Desai's voice of encouragement and his pleasure moans filling and populating it.
“Oh yes… you are damn good…mmm keep going, baby…”
Then the sounds of sucking stopped. But the sound of movements got quicker. I could guess that she was now jerking him.
“Do it with your lips…that’s…”
“You are going to cum…I can sense it.”
I heard Meera's voice after a short gap. She had brought him to the edge very quickly. I could guess how good she was doing it to him.
“Why don’t you swallow it, baby?”
“No.”
“Then promise me, you’ll do it on Saturday.”
“Enjoy the present, Susheel.”
The sounds became faster and then Desai let out a sigh and followed by a groan. I realised that it was the sound of yet another man receiving the pleasure of ejaculation with my wife’s help. I looked down and then I realised it wasn’t just one but two.
I had cummed in my pants. I could suddenly remember carrying a hard-on for long but I could not make out since when.
“Oh great…haah!”
Desai's groan got my attention back to the voices.
“Oh God, it’s so much. So thick.”
I heard Meera's voice.
Is she chuckling?
 “Haha.”
“There’s tissue in there. Will you pass it to me, baby?” 
“Yeah.”
I was in a mess too, but my underwear had caught it all.
“I can’t believe I’m wiping someone’s cum off a steering wheel. Do you get the smell? I think it won’t go.”
“You wasted all of it. I badly wanted you to have it inside you.”
“Mmm…”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You are a smart guy.”
“Am I? What makes you think so?” 
“I hated you a lot. A lot means a lot. But you still got me to suck your dick willingly. And you got me to wipe your cum off your car’s dashboard.”
“I want to do a lot more than this. I want to make love to you, baby. Promise me we’ll do it.”
“You’ve got more than what you’ve wished for today. Now put it back in the zoo and start the car. Do you have water? I need to wash my mouth.”
I was energised by the quickness Meera decided to wrap it up. It was like she had played out a show.
I heard sounds of Desai handing Meera the water bottle. She got out and washed her mouth. Desai started the car as soon as she got inside. I let out a sigh.
I quickly reversed my car and hid it in a cut road. I waited until Desai's car passed the cross. It took me a while before I got on his tail and re-synced the recorder to my mobile phone. I heard them talking about irrelevant things. As if nothing happened.
As if she hadn’t sucked his bloody dick!
 
However, they came to the subject that I was dying to hear, just before Desai dropped Meera in front of her office.
“Promise me about Saturday, Meera.”
Desai's voice was desperate. I could simply tell he was a man of greed. He would never be satisfied.
“By looking at your street smartness, I should have been saying it is happening. But only when Krish personally asks me.”
Meera's voice was calm. She had become the office woman again.
“Still you want him to personally ask you?”
Desai asked.
“What I did in there was a promise I gave you a long time ago. Now I have kept my word. We don’t have any unfinished business.”
“What does that mean?”
“I am not going to sleep with you, Desai. I know I can never quench your thirst. You will never have my consent. If you think you can manipulate Krish, then I can also do that. Do you have any doubt in that?”
She said and got out of the car, grabbing her handbag.
“Meera…”
I heard Desai's voice becoming narrower.
“Goodbye.”
Meera waved her palm at him and walked away.
 
I was stunned. I was not stunned by what she had just told her. I was stunned by the way she had shown him who the boss was. She was the boss.
It will never happen. I screamed in my mind. My dick throbbed in my pants again.
For a moment I recollected what she had done to him in the car. She had taken his monstrous dick in her mouth and gratified him with insane pleasure. And then she had wrapped her fingers around his meat and made him cum all over his car’s dashboard.
Normally, it should be outright disgusting to any husband.
Yet I knew I was going to forgive her. Because I thought she had outsmarted him in the end.
 
In the evening I waited for Meera at home with great anticipation. I wanted to welcome her with a kiss. I knew she might slap me. I knew she would again call me a willing cuckold. But I was ready to confess it all and thank her for finally moving on from Desai.
It was the first time in a long time I felt having overcome the fear of Desai's intrusion into my life.
I thought the chapter of Desai was closed forever.
 
But I was wrong.
I learnt it the next morning when I decided to return Desai's cash. I waited until Meera left for the office and then opened my shelf to take out the briefcase. But it was not there. At first, I was surprised because I thought Meera could have found it when she searched for the pill. But then on an afterthought, I realised that she would have questioned me instead of hiding it.
I searched inside my shelf first, and then my room, and finally the whole house to end up waking up in a nightmarish realisation that the briefcase and the entire cash in it were missing!
  
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[prashanthi]

Epic update. Expected one thing and it turned out completely different.. u made us even more curious.

[Salmanzadaane]

You are best writer of erotica

[Gumshot]

Waiting next updates you are tease more krish

[BedWinner]

Hot update! Finally some more action.. Desai is going step by step it seems, may end with anal?

Hated that Krish again did a blunder which Desai used for his gain. Wish he had touched her more in the car like grabbing her boob or something. It seems like she also badly want to fuck the shit out of him but want consent from Krish. Ngl I want poor Krish to nail Sheetal and get some action as well, he has struggled throughout the story with confusion, mixed feelings and an unwanted hardness. It again makes me think what's going on in Meera's mind.. Why she didn't confront Krish? She seems to be hoping for things to fall in place so that she could fuck Desai again. Based on that incident of Meera scolding that water guy, it seems clear that she doesn't mind having "cucky hubby". It seems like the story might end with all characters becoming satisfied in their own lives like Krish would embrace his Cuckoldery, Meera would also accept that she loves to fuck guys other guys and Desai getting the fuck of his life by screwing Meera and dying in the end or something.. Maybe the next part could be about the adventures of a cucky couple(maybe a little less darker than previous parts)

I'm also curious whether the author thinks cuckoldery is kinda biological? like clinical depression/anxiety.. Because we keep reading about how Krish wants one thing and his body/mind wants something else. That is somewhat sad for Krish(character)

[The Last samurai]

Thank you very much for the update Krish. it was awesome

Coming to story u have blended it perfectly. Initially it was boring bit due to Ashish and sheetal part. However don't know what u have in mind for future. A taught came into my mind, that u had different taught in ur mind and u shaped ur story a little bit to match people's expectations. Anyways u kept ur original essence and also viewer thaughts in mind super.
Literally confused who would have taken the cash. Only chances are
1. Pawan who must have robbed to for artificial pregnancy of sheetal
2. Desai must have robbed it to make Krish weaker, keep it under his debt and get hish wishes with meera.dince he is the perso who know it's where about. He cleverly asked and took details from Krish.
Other chances are meera but she would have asked Krish about it .
Now what will Krish do it from here , Best option is to confront Desai and tell about the steal. He can explain everything to Desai. If he agrees well and good. If he doesn't Krish can deny any time about money acceptance. Desai don't have any proof.
Meera has gone long way now. She is hiding everything from Krish. Or she has already seen the recorder and know Krish is hearing that. The blow job from meera was shocking incident. She is waiting for nod from Krish. If he agrees she will be screaming whole night with pleasure from Desai.
So many paths from here can't judge anything.......but looks like u pushed the happenings for one more week. Waiting for the next update. It might again take week or two. The wait starts again.......