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

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Chapter – Twenty-one

 
"I am sorry, Krish. I betrayed you again."
Meera's voice carried all the guilt I had witnessed in her eyes. But I felt her voice was just an echo of my own. I was equally guilty for whatever was happening in my life. For a moment I thought I was guiltier than her because  I was more responsible for her fall. I should not have allowed her to go to lunch in the first place.
I looked into her eyes again. Her eyes were red. There was no anger. There was only guilt.
"Don't be sorry, baby. It's my mistake too."
I said. My voice had become sour.
"No. It's not your fault this time."
"I am the reason which led you into this. You promised me you can handle Desai."
I was trying to console her. Meera shook her head in denial.
"No have no idea, Krish. That's why you are talking like his. Oh, God! Why did I do this?"
Tears dropped out of her eyes. She looked inconsolable.
"Don't cry, Meera. There is no use in crying. I am a fool to trust your confidence. But I can't blame you because I should have realised that all of my stupidity would one day land you in Desai's bed. You were right, we've seen worse, but as a husband, I haven't learnt anything. I am..."
Meera shook her head again to interrupt me and warily said, "It's not Desai, Krish. It's Ashish."
I was stunned. For a moment I thought she was lying. Then the next moment I thought why she would be lying.
"What?" A hundred questions should have popped up in my mind. But I was too shocked to even believe what I had just heard. "Ashish? What are you saying?"
"The truth, Krish. I went to his apartment and I... I slept with him."
"But you went to meet Desai. And he..." I paused, thinking if I should reveal what Desai told me. I swallowed before I spoke again. "Didn't you see Desai? Didn't you go to the restaurant?"
"I went to the restaurant. But Desai didn't show up there. He called and told me there was a fire incident in his friend's company building. His friend was not in town so he had to be there. He wanted me to wait. I waited but then I got Ashish's call."
"He called, and you went to his apartment?" I asked as if I didn't believe her. "I thought you weren't so friendly with Ashish."
"I wasn't. But..."
Meera struggled to breathe. I led her to the hall and sat her on the couch.
"Meera, you should stop crying now. I know the situation is very difficult but there is no use in crying about it now. I'm still unable to believe all this is true. Tell me what happened and how it happened. Ashish? How did he... Was there anything going on between you and him?"
I was trying to calm her down but my thoughts were coming out as words and questions. I was not able to calm myself down. I remembered having our roleplay involving Ashish. In my mind, I was thinking about Ashish Sehgal but Meera only knew about one Ashish; Ashish Bharadwaj. I wondered if my stupid games were again the catalyst for her eventual fall. I felt that my life had again entered an orbit where I was destined to go through the same worlds over and over no matter which way I turn to.
"I know it's hard to understand, Krish. I have no idea it would end like this. I had no idea..." She paused and wiped her face with a towel before continuing. "No. Nothing was going on between me and him."
"Then how did it happen?"
I wanted to badly tell her how Desai had bragged about fucking her. He had called me a cuck. He had told me to shag. He had told me that he had won.
"Does Desai know about this?"
I ended up asking her.
"What? No; how would he know about this? He called me after I got Ashish's call. Desai said the fire was put out by the fire brigade and his friend who's arriving by air had also landed in Pune. And he was already on his way back to his home to change his clothes. But I told him that I was going to meet a friend who was not feeling well. He asked me about dinner or lunch tomorrow. I said I've got other plans for tomorrow. I promised him I would go for lunch with him next Saturday."
"Why did you go to Ashish?"
"A few days ago Ashish wanted my opinion to improve the decor in his new apartment. I hadn't seen his apartment but you had told me that it has a lot of space. So I suggested he buy some artwork like good paintings and drawings. Today when I was waiting for Desai, Ashish phoned me. He had bought a few paintings and also had called in a carpenter to hang them on the wall. But the carpenter confused him with his ideas on where to hang them. So he phoned me and asked me if I could pay a visit.  I told him that I cannot come because I was on my way to meet a friend. Ashish said okay. I suggested he call you though because I thought maybe you know someone who can do the job better than Ashish's carpenter. A few minutes later Desai phoned me and again apologised for keeping me waiting and offered to send a cab for me. He said he had found a better place, and by the time my cab would take me there he would also reach there. I doubted all this story about the fire incident in his friend's property could be his trick to get me in his place. I now suppose he was right because I can see your clothes have got dirty. Is that your workplace that caught fire?"
Her question made me look at myself and realise how dirty my clothes had become.
"Yes, it was my office building that caught fire. My boss is Desai's friend. Leave it."
I didn't want to discuss the fire incident.
"Anyways, I didn't believe Desai then and I refused to meet him. I made up an excuse that I was going to meet a friend who was not feeling well. I told him there is no need to put pressure on him because of the lunch, as it can happen later also."
I learnt that Desai was there at the fire site in the beginning. But he had left the place hurriedly as soon as my boss landed at the airport. He was in so much hurry to meet Meera. But it was not his day.
"Why didn't you tell me all this?"
I asked.
"I called you. I called you before deciding to go to Ashish's place. But your phone was not reachable. I then called Ashish and told him my meeting with my friend was cancelled and I could come to his place right away. He was very happy. He told me he too had called you but your number was out of reach."
I remembered how my phone was damaged after it fell on the floor.
"I thought I would call you later. So I went to his apartment. I didn't feel anything wrong with the idea of going alone to his apartment because he had told me the carpenter was waiting there. And honestly, I did not expect Ashish to make a move on me since I know his character. It's not his way."
"And he made a move?"
I asked with a sense of loss. A move, I thought, was all that he needed to get laid with my wife.
"No. My impression of Ashish was never wrong. He wasn't the guy who would make a move on me or any woman. He is..."
She stopped abruptly, as if unable to speak.
"Wasn't it consensual? Did he force you or drug you?"
I asked. My heart was beating fast.
Meera looked into my eyes for a second.
"It was consensual. In fact, I believe I initiated it. I can't even blame him for what happened. If I had control over me, if I hadn't forgotten for a moment that I was your wife, it wouldn't have happened, Krish. That's why it's so painful to remember and accept that I let it happen. I'm sorry. I'm a worthless woman..."
"No..." I held her hand. "Don't curse yourself. I know there must be a situation that led you into this. Tell me everything about what happened, if you can. I'm still in the dark about how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath many times before she began to tell the whole story.
"When I returned to my office after our vacation, I got to know about the new boss who was very strict and not so impressed by the superficial things. But I was more shocked to see he was living a life where women did not exist. Looking back now, I can admit that one of the reasons for my hatred for him was that he had complete disregard for me as an attractive woman. I mean I had never been used to such a response. Some men pretend to be not impressed to impress me, but Ashish was different. His sole interest was a turnaround in our office's performance which has been average for the last couple of years across all the quarters. And his ways of working instilled more pressure than confidence among all the employees. I was not left alone, as you know. I was pressurised to be more efficient than I had ever been asked, and when it threatened to question my professional skills I secretly wished for a dramatic turnaround in his behaviour. But it would not come so soon. Instead, there was a time when I even considered quitting my job.
As Ashish kept finding faults in my work without giving me space to relax, I wanted him to be gone. But there was something about him that I hated to admit even to myself. He was right in his observation about me, about my working pattern, every single time.
One day when I showed him a report, he skipped to the diagrams and pointed out an error right away. I was shocked to see there was a mistake, I admitted it. But I asked him how did he straightaway jump to a random page and find an error in it. Why not in the equations which is more prone to errors?
He said he knows about not only my weakness which lies in the diagrams, but also my strengths one of which is equations. He said he knows I would never make an error in the equations. It made me think a lot about it. Even I had forgotten that I had been good with mathematical equations since my college days. I was shocked that he knew something about me more than myself. I was shocked to realise that Ashish's observations about me have always been right.
I don't know when the hatred became respect. But I wouldn't admit it yet. When you tried to get over him through our role play and torture fantasy, I enjoyed it. But the next morning when I meet him in person I would become shy. I would wonder if he ever thinks of me while he's away from work.
Does he think about me as being a married woman? Does he think about how I have sex with my husband? Does he fantasize about me? Does it make him feel warm about me or jealous of you?
You know, when he went to Bangalore for two days, I strangely missed him in the office. I don't know why, but I missed him. I wasn't attracted to him sexually, but I suppose his absence created a vacuum in our office. The funny thing was that I still believed that I hated him. 
That's why I enjoyed your idea of torturing him in our fantasies. I knew it was stupid but I loved the kinkiness attached to it. I loved the idea of forcing him to do things he hated to do and making him confess that he actually loved women.
My liking for him was not a choice but something happened without my knowledge.
When he announced my name as the best performer and even spoke about me being the most beautiful colleague he has ever worked with, I was spellbound. I couldn't believe that my earlier wish for a dramatic turnaround had become a reality.
But you know, Ashish was still Ashish. My hope that he would become friendly to me and would open up a little bit after that was dented very soon. The only improvement was that he trusted me more for my work which I understood happened because my work standard had improved. He told me that I catch up with the skills faster than anybody else. 
His nature to stick with the business left me disappointed. I sometimes wished if he looked at my lips while talking. I wished he checked me out. But it never happened. I don't know when my disappointment turned into desperation.
One day he was briefing our group about a project. I was sipping coffee from my cup and it left a small drop on my lip. I didn't know it until it distracted him for a moment before I licked. It ended in a second. No one knew. But him being distracted by what I did to my lips was a realisation that he did see my lips. I could not concentrate on the briefing for a while. I was aroused.
That night I asked you why we weren't playing our roleplay game that allow me to torture Ashish. You were ready for fun as always and that night I fantasised about torturing him by doing very dirty things. You were like the fire that night, letting me do whatever I wanted.
The next morning when I met Ashish in the office I was shy again. But I was equally aroused. I kept thinking about how you were in the night. I missed you so much to the point of desperation and I wished if Ashish made a move on me. I wished if he passed comment on me or at least checked me out secretly. I wanted it so much that I thought of sharing the experience with you to see if it excites you too.
But it eventually made me question myself, wondering what is that I actually wanted.
When you invited Ashish to our house for lunch I chose not to be overly enthused by it. I decided not to dress up for him. But as I ended up being completely dismissed by Ashish, I felt disappointed. I realised I wanted him to acknowledge me. I enjoyed it the most when he opened up personally while chatting with you. When he joked that Ananya must be rich, I secretly wished if he joked something about me too. I wanted to be in his thoughts. I wanted a little more appreciation from his heart. I wanted him to talk to me about things other than work.
But even during those times, I never considered the possibility of becoming intimate with Ashish. One, I was in love with my life with you, Krish. I did not need another man in my life. I enjoy your fantasies, our fantasies. Maybe it involves other men but I don't want another man in my life. I don't want to cheat on you, I mean I did not want to cheat on you. I can't say I don't want to, because it has already happened. I cheated on you, I can't undo it. How many times I will do this to you and how many times will I seek your forgiveness?"
Meera's face was again filled with guilt. I sat closer and just put my hand around her. Meera glanced at my eyes and looked down.
"You were always ready to jump into any opportunity to bring up new fantasies, but I know it doesn't mean you will enjoy them in reality. I was always cautious about you getting overly about fantasies involving me and other men like Desai. But my overconfidence ruined me. Sometimes I might be able to blame you, but sometimes it's entirely me. I had promised myself that I  would never repeat the same old mistakes because I didn't want to go back to the old times which had threatened to end our life.
So I chose not to tell you what I was feeling about Ashish. I thought the spark would end after a few days, especially because it was one-sided. I was sure he wouldn't make a move. Ever."
"And he didn't make a move, did he?"
I asked.
Meera nodded.
"Was the carpenter not there?"
"He was there. He hanged all the paintings as per my suggestion. There were eleven of them. When the carpenter left, Ashish began to make coffee for us, even though I hesitated.
But after a while he got a call from his lawyer, saying his wife had signed the divorce papers, that too unconditionally. His father-in-law had managed to convince his daughter to move on. Ashish became emotional and he phoned his father-in-law to thank him. His voice was trembling as he spoke. I even felt he was going to cry. He was so emotional and genuine. He later told me about the legal battle he was fighting with his wife to protect his face and relation with her family. He said his greatest dilemma was that he did not have a problem with his wife's family. If he did, then breaking up with her would have been easy.  And then I saw tears in his eyes. He said he thought he would be free when it's done. But instead, he felt loneliness only.
I offered him coffee. I went to the kitchen and took two cups of coffee. He was sitting in his room, so I went to him. He took his cup from me and thanked me, but was unable to take a sip.
I told him he's not alone. Look around. Husband and wife aren't the only relations people can have.
But he said he cannot see. That was what he was worried about. He felt the everlasting legal battle had been defining him. And then he surprised me by saying he hadn't let any woman other than me come close to his heart, but I belonged to someone else. Now since his personal battle was over, he felt blank. He was like, having no clue about what to do when he's free. For so long, he was teaching him not to think in favour of friendship. And without any friends now, he thought he would die a lonely man.
I sat on the bed with him and consoled him. I touched his hand. And when he looked into my eyes I saw how vulnerable he was. He wasn't the boss fellow whom I loved to hate. He was a man who needed affection. I could not stop my heart from being too warm. On a momentary slip, I kissed him.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him. I felt it would make him feel better."
Meera stopped talking, with her head down. I had to look closely to see her eyes weren't closed completely.
"And then?"
I asked after a few seconds of waiting.
"He was slightly taken aback by my move. But he kissed me back. He kept the coffee cup down and then he kissed me back."
Meera did not speak further, for another long moment. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. She was lost in her memory. She was struggling to find words to explain it without making me hurt, I felt.
"And then?"
I asked.
"Then it happened, Krish. His response was natural and I could not stop him. No, I didn't want to stop him. I didn't want him to stop..." Meera paused for a second to throw a weak glance at me. "He was still not completely into it. He told me it's been years since he kissed someone. I asked him if he did not like it. He said he's thinking about being right and wrong, and I assured him that it's my part and I'd handle it. That's how I let him know my guards were completely down. He turned to me and kissed me, this time it felt like an actual kiss. This time his arms went around me, one hand behind my head and the other around my front. We kissed for long enough to be lost, and I let him lay me on the bed. I let him do everything."
Her voice became so weak that I barely could hear it. I sighed.
"You don't have to tell me if you can't speak. You should stop thinking about it for a while."
I said, hiding my curiosity to know further.
"I am so ashamed of it, Krish. While doing it I felt I had the power to help him. I did it out of empathy, but it would not have happened without any feeling. I did not think about you, Krish. I forgot you."
She cried and leaned on my shoulder. I hugged her tight.
"Forget it. Don't you remember what you told me the other day? We're a couple much open than we think. It's a slip but it's not the first time we're doing it. I am sorry for what happened but at the same time, I have to tell you that I am glad that it happened because you liked him. I know, no husband in the world can speak to his wife like this, but I am not an ordinary husband. Neither are you, an ordinary wife. We can move on. Only thing is that you must promise me that you can do move on."
"I want to move on, baby. I want to move on."
"Then be proud of being honest to me."
"I don't want to lie to you, Krish. I have lied to you in the past, but it was because we were no ordinary couple. I was scared of normalising our mistakes. That's why I had to lie to you. But this time, lying about it would normalise what happened. I did mean to help him but I didn't mean to hurt you, Krish. You are my everything."
"You are my everything too, I love you."
I patted her shoulder. As I hugged her, my lips pressed below her ear and she moved away from me as if it shocked her.
"I should take a bath, again."
She blurted.
That's when I realised she was still on the saree. The same saree she had taken off for another man.
"Again?"
I wondered.
"I had taken a bath at his place, but I need another one."
She said.
I nodded.
What is that Ashish did to her that needed her to take bath twice? I wondered as she went to the washroom. They must have done much more than simple and empathetic sex.
The thought was wild enough to make me desperate. Desperate to know how they did it. Desperate to know how much she enjoyed it. Ashish hadn't had sex for years.  It was an easy guess that his body would have been so hungry for a woman. And my Meera willingly allowed him to satisfy his hunger. He would have used her lips, her breasts, her skin, her belly, her legs, her thighs and her pussy to satisfy his hunger. His arms and lips would have conquered her body.
I felt my body warm and my dick was hard in seconds. I stopped thinking and walked out to the balcony and watched the sky.
The sky was clear after the heavy rain.
 
I remembered Desai's words.
He had called me a cuckold. He had asked me to shag. He had warned me that my dick wouldn't fit in my wife's pussy again.
Bastard!
I clenched my teeth in anger.
I phoned him right away.
"You lied to me, didn't you?"
Desai laughed, "now feeling better, my friend?"
"You're such a rascal!"
"I was just joking, my dear. I hope you didn't quarrel with her."
"Do you think I would trust you just like that? What fun do you get out of this?"
"My fun was lost the moment I heard about the fire. It's not my property but I value my friends, you know that better than anyone. So, today was a bad day for me."
"So you thought you want to make mine bad too, didn't you?"
"Don't throw your fake anger at me. I'm damn sure your dick would have turned a rock since morning. You know the possibilities, and it won't let you stop thinking wild about me and Meera. So I didn't want to disappoint you. Be honest with me, Krish. When I said those things, didn't your heart beat faster? When I said you won't fit in there, you must have vowed yourself about doing exactly that, haven't you? Or have you already had the taste of her pussy, you lucky man?"
"Mind your words, Desai."
I blurted.
"Krish, I know you must have run to get to Meera with a hardness in your pants. Because the first thing a man wants to do to his freshly fucked wife is to fuck her brains out. Didn't you want to do it?"
"Fuck you, Desai. I'm a fool to have called you to hear this all. Bye."
I was going to disconnect the call.
"Wait for a second, Krish. Let's meet."
"For what shit I would be meeting you again?"
I almost yelled but I then kept my voice low as I was on the balcony.
"I have invited a friend tomorrow. I want you to meet her," Desai's voice was dreadfully calm.
"I don't want to meet your friend. I don’t want to meet you either."
"But my friend wants to meet you. Don't disappoint her."
"Who's that?"
"You'll know tomorrow. Anytime, you tell me."
I knew it was going to be his new plan. I didn't care to answer before I cut the call. 
I wondered if he was again playing his game with Ananya. I hadn't heard from her for since long.
But it was hardly a moment I could think of Ananya. My wife had again slept with another man.
How many? I wondered.
Shekhar. Armaan. Das. Desai. And now Ashish too.
Like I had told Meera a few minutes ago, I was relieved that it happened with Ashish, not with Desai. I was glad that it did not happen with Desai. When Desai told me those things, I believed him and it had taken half the life out of me. It was a realisation of how much I did not want that to happen. The feeling was even more horrifying because of the words he chose to tell me about the incident.
But one thing was true. After hearing his words, I had run to my wife. I had thought about how she would react to me. I had thought about my life after this. The thought of my dick not fitting in her pussy had haunted me for a few minutes. And I had indeed carried a hardness.
But in the end, when I came to know that Desai was just bluffing, I felt light, even though my wife had slept with another man anyway.
 
The rest of the day was silent. In the night, I tried to be cosy. I only wanted to comfort her.
But she excused herself and went to sleep soon.
 
The next morning when I woke up I could not get up from my bed. Visuals of my wife in bed with Ashish were forming in my head. I heard her heavy breathe, I heard her soft moans, I saw her face expressing the slight pain of another man's invasion into her body, and I saw her eyes closing in pleasure. I felt my dick waking up and my body getting tired. I knew where it would lead me and I stopped myself and got up.
There was no way I am going to welcome this. I had decided.
 
Later I asked her about her scooty. It wasn't in the parking.
"Oh, I forgot. I forgot it in Ashish's place." She said. "After what happened there I didn't remember anything. When I came out of his gate, I found an auto and I took it straight away."
I could understand her situation.
"Will you do me a favour, Krish? Will you bring it back? I don't want to go back in there."
She asked me. I nodded.
I later wondered if it was the same thing as buying a pill for my wife after she got laid by another man.
 
My manager called me soon. He said that the maintenance of the automatic sprinkler system in our office building was due for maintenance in the last four months. But it wasn't done and the boss had fried him for half an hour in the morning.
"The maintenance log book is under you, Krish. Why did you miss it?"
He asked and I had no answer. I had no idea about this.  I was still learning my job. But my excuse did not work.
"Your learning has cost the company too much, Krish. What have you done?"
I was sure I was the chosen scapegoat. But I had done the mistake too. I had no idea what to do. I was sure that I was going to lose my job.
 
Meera saw me gloomy and she asked me if I was worried about her.
"No, baby," I didn't want to tell her about the debacle and add to her worries. "I was wondering how to get your scooty back."
Meera suggested that I silently walked into the apartment parking and simply rode away. I agreed. After breakfast, I hired a cab and headed to Ashish's place. I found imaginary visuals of Meera lying on his bed, clad in her blouse and underskirt, having stripped off her saree, as I sat in the back seat of the cab. It left me with a sense of loss but I could not hate Ashish.
 
Then I got Desai's phone call.
"Krish, are you coming?"
"No," I said stiffly.
"It's a request, my friend. If I hurt you yesterday with my joke, then I am sorry. I want to meet you in person and apologise."
"I know it's a new trick," I said. "What about your friend, is she already there?"
"Forget it, Krish. It's not the time, I know. I have come to know the issues at your office. Come, we need to discuss it too."
I remembered my manager's call. Desai was surely the only option to save my job. I agreed and directed the cab driver to change the route.
 
When I reached Desai's place he was alone. There were no extra cars in his parking like last time.
No friends.
I decided that it would be my last visit to his place. I wondered if he was going to bargain for saving my job too.
I would spit on his face, then. I thought.
 
"Welcome, my friend."
Desai smiled and led me to his large living room. I consciously withheld my smile and he noticed it.
"I know you are very angry. I can understand. I am sorry, my friend. Scotch or whiskey?"
He began to pour into two glasses without waiting for my response.
Same old tricks. I thought.
There was no need to refuse. I took one glass.
"First thing first, Krish. I have come to know that you're being made into a scapegoat. Leave it to me. I'll handle it."
He said as he toasted.
"How? I did a mistake there."
I confessed.
"Who doesn't make mistakes, dear? It doesn't mean it's the end of the story."
I remembered Meera's sad face.
Mistakes.
But it felt much easier to sit with Desai after that. I was surprised that he did not bargain in exchange for saving my job.
"Yesterday was a bad day for me, friend."
He said later.
It was worse for me. I said in my mind.
"My friend wasn't in town. So I had to rush in there. I tried my best but I ended up getting late. Meera must have told you about it. How's her friend? She did not answer my call yesterday."
"He's okay,"
I said.
"He?" Desai gave me a suspicious look. "Meera told me it's a she."
It was a tongue slip from me.
"It's a he."
"Oh," Desai nodded slowly. "So she lied to me. Why would she lie to me?" He wondered.
"Maybe she would have expected you asking so many questions. Leave it."
I said.
"Do you know this friend?"
His question got me angry this time.
"I know about all her friends. Don't worry about it."
"Okay," Desai smiled. "Well, she sounded very genuine yesterday. I believed her right away. She's got the knack to fool someone."
"Desai, it would be better if you left my wife out of our conversation."
I said.
"I know I am making you angry, my friend.  Don't mistake me, I am just being a bit concerned about her. You are very confident, but I am not. I apologise once again for making you worry yesterday."
"How do you know you made me worry yesterday?"
I asked.
"It was in your voice. And I know you, Krish. Would you be honest if I asked you something?"
I just looked on, waiting for him to ask.
"When I told you that I have slept with Meera, did you believe it?"
"No," I said readily. "I trust my wife, Desai."
"Completely?"
"Completely."
"When you opened the door, when you saw her face, didn't you check her face for a sign, at least for one second, for any sign of it?"
I almost began to deny and then paused a moment to think of it. I did not want to be seen as a careless husband.
"Of course, I checked. I was curious to know if you had done anything forcefully. I saw she was okay and that's it."
"Forcefully?" Desai laughed aloud, "you know even Meera wouldn't think of me to force her for something."
"Yeah, but I know you are desperate. Who else does let go of fifty lakh for having just lunch with someone's wife?"
"It's not just a lunch. I still hope that she will let me sleep with her next Saturday, Krish."
I was stunned by his blatant display of confidence.
"I know you would ridicule my self-confidence. But I am sure you're more confident than me that it won't happen because you trust your wife so much. Otherwise, you wouldn't be letting your wife have lunch with me."
"I know you are trying to make a challenge to me. Saturday's lunch is Meera's word. I don't want to have a say in that."
"She's okay. She has promised me already."
"Yeah, she told me," I said. "What is your plan to get her to sleep with you, by the way?"
I remembered to smirk as I spoke.
My question made him pause for a moment first.
"My plan is..." he smiled while talking, "...is to have lunch and then invite her to my place. If she agrees, then it means she is ready to sleep with me again. I am sure she would do it. Because I had seen it in her eyes. When I pulled out my fully erect cock in front of her eyes, she gave it a look that I had been waiting for. She still longs for it, Krish. I still remember that sweet old night of us, when I showed her my thing, she was staring at it with a sense of admiration. That same old look, she had it this time too. And when she touched it, there was a hurry to wrap her fingers around it. For once, she was taken back to the old night. She wanted to shake it and she wanted to taste it, and she did both. I don't remember asking her to do it. She did it voluntarily. You heard the sounds, didn't you?"
I was so lost in his words that I could not think of what to say. He had already caught my secret.
"Yeah, I heard the sounds."
I admitted.
"Did she help you to listen to it all, or did you hide it in her bag or clothes?"
I knew I did a huge mistake by admitting it.
"She doesn't know."
I blurted.
"Mmm...So you don't trust her completely, after all."
He said with a smirk. 
The more I spoke, the more my character was being decoded.
"No, it’s you whom I didn't, Desai. I wanted to know how you were going to manipulate her. And it did its intended purpose."
"It must have done much more. It must have gotten you hard while listening to the sound of her sucking me. Didn't you notice the silence from her side once I pulled it out? That was because she was thrilled by it. And she expressed her thirst when she took it in her mouth voluntarily. I hardly said a word, you must have noticed it. Do you still have the recording?"
"No, I deleted it."
"Oh, man." He gave me a disappointed look. "Well, she did a fabulous job there. She's still very cunning. She knows to keep me waiting. That's why she just stopped before I came in her mouth. She wanted to swallow my cum, I am damn sure. Because she swallowed all my pre-cum and kept asking me if I was cumming. She was so thrilled by lapping up my pre-cum that she even welcomed my kiss. She was pushing her tongue inside my mouth. The next time, she would be shoving her tongue into my mouth after swallowing my cum. I will be tasting my cum from her mouth. It can be disgusting on another day but it's so hot when Meera does it. I will let her do anything to me, I swear."
I was becoming restless, but I didn’t want to get up and leave for some reason.
"You called me to listen to this crap of your imaginations. You think I am enjoying this?"
I asked, with fake anger.
"Tell me, Krish. Didn't you start leaking in your pants when you listened to the sound of Meera sucking my dick?"
"No."
"You are a bad liar, Krish. I can see it in your eyes. Anyway, I am hard by just talking about it. Aren't you hard by listening? If you think you did a mistake by deleting the recording, then I can help you, dear."
He grabbed a remote control from the centre table and switched on the music system. Then he grabbed his phone and played something. Exactly four seconds later, I heard Desai's voice from the music system.
"Now, my queen, please have a look at me.”
The voice was loud and clear. I heard his voice again after a short pause. "Not there, have a look.”
I had recognised the voice. It was the recording of what happened in Desai's car a couple of weeks ago.
“Can you recognise it?” I heard Desai's voice again, from the music system.
"Well, that's Meera's response to the sight of my dick, in its full size. You should have seen her face, buddy."
Desai told me. My heart had stopped.
"Stop it, okay? Let's go, Desai.” I heard Meera's voice.
And from there, it went on.
I listened to the sound of Meera trying to refuse but in the end forcing herself to hold Desai's dick and then proceeding to jerk it.
And then I heard his phone ringing. My heartbeats rose further when I heard my voice.
“Desai, I have something…”
“Hold on, Krish. Whatever you want to say, not now.”
Desai's quick interruption had me stammering then. His recorded voice got me silent now.
And soon I was trying to figure out my wife's sound in the background. The sound of her sucking Desai's dick. My heartbeats were so high to the point of being seen from the movement of my chest.
"This is exactly when she started sucking me, Krish."
Desai reminded me.
"Without any sort of compelling, except the urge by herself, she lowered her head to my lap and took my cock inside her mouth. It was a surprise, buddy. It was evident how much she had been longing for it since then. I could not talk to you after that. Perhaps she didn't want me to talk to you, or she was simply thrilled by the fact that you were talking to me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen that moment to voluntarily start it."
Desai went on.
He had a point I could never prove false.
But my mind was lost in the sound coming from the stereo. The non-stop sound of a blowjob. I was again transported to a moment I had already lived in the past. I felt my hardness would any time start aching now. 
 
To be cont’d…

[krish_999]

…cont’d

 
 
However, the doorbell rang suddenly, shocking us both.
"Oh shit," Desai said and quickly stopped the music system.
"It must be Maithrei." He got up. "Come, Krish, I don't want her to see you now."
He hurriedly led me to his bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
I hesitated.
I didn't know what he was doing. I didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.
"I'm going to give you a treat, wait here." He looked around and pointed to the bathroom. "You can hide in there."
"What? But why?
"No time to talk, buddy. I know you're hard by listening to the sounds. Now I'm going to give you some visuals. Where is your phone?"
"It's in the hall, on the table," I said. "What happened?"
"Nothing. It's good. Just go inside and don't come out."
He pushed me to the bathroom and closed the door. The doorbell rang again. I heard his footsteps going away.
I stood in the bathroom, unsure of what to do.
I'm going to give you a treat. He had told me. What did he mean by a treat?
I would learn what he meant in a few minutes.
The door was not completely shut. I heard him welcoming Maithrei inside. His voice was usually loud but I could not hear Maithrei's responses at all. I knew it was her only because I heard him calling her name.
Very soon I heard them coming to the bedroom. I became alert and closed the door completely. Is he coming for the treat?
He was, it soon turned out. I heard very few spoken words, but it was an easy guess to understand what was happening. I only heard heavy breathing along with some giggling, mostly from Maithrei.
“Aren’t you going too fast?”
I heard her voice.
“There’s no time to waste.”
Desai's voice carried a sense of hurry.
They were having sex. I felt a pang of disappointment without a clear idea of why. I leaned back on the bathroom wall as the things outside just got noisier.
"Take it off, honey. We don't need this," Desai was telling her. I heard no response from Maithrei other than the sounds of her removing her clothes. I wondered what was making her so obedient to him. I remembered the first time I had seen her. She was in her clinic and looked like a perfect doctor. Her area of expertise was the human mind. But it was just so easy for Desai to seduce her. Perhaps he only needed to let her know that his area of expertise was to fuck a woman her brains out. She must have been another desperate woman ready to fall into his trap.
I was lost in my thoughts for a few seconds. A loud moan from Maithrei woke me up.
"Aaaahh... Susheel...aaaah....!"
It was just the beginning.
"Mmm... You taste so good and fresh." Desai said after a while. "He didn't touch you this week, did he?"
"He's left me for you, the whole of me..."
"I love his generosity."
The man was not just licking her pussy but claiming it. Maithrei was lost in pleasure. Her moans became louder. I noticed the way he was dragging her husband into their conversation. 
He's gonna do that to me too. I thought. If he gets to fuck Meera.
For a moment I was further lost in an unwanted flash of dream in which I saw Meera lying completely naked in his bed with her legs split, with Desai's head buried between them. It wasn't a secret to me that Meera enjoyed being given tongue worship, but Desai's skills would mean she would be taken to higher lands of pleasure. Desai would not be just licking, but he would be fucking her with his tongue. She would cry out his name when he makes her cum with his oral skills.
"Susheel...aaah..."
I imagined her palm pressing behind his head, pulling him further into her. I swallowed.
"You know, all this beauty is getting wasted by your husband. You deserve much more fun."
Desai's words woke me up again.
"I am getting what I deserve," said Maithrei, "from you."
"I haven't given you enough, baby. Not yet"
"Well, I'm not going anywhere... Oh my God. Look at you. Why do you scare me like this, always?"
"Don't be scared of it. You can love it. You've loved it, haven't you?"
I couldn't stop my temptation to see what was happening as I felt they were changing the games. I had a gut feeling of what was going to happen. I opened the door slightly and peeped outside. I forgot to breathe for a moment as I saw his black penis in its monstrous form getting wrapped by Maithrei's soft fingers. It was way thicker than I imagined. As Maithrei's fingers moved around it, I noticed its bulgy middle portion and round head. Even though it didn't seem to have a noticeable superior length, I was sure in a split second why he told me my dick wouldn't fit in Meera's pussy after getting fucked by him. I was sure he would love to make it a reality when he gets the chance.
Desai's dick had caught my attention for a few seconds. Then only I noticed that they both were completely nude. Desai was on the bed, upon his knees and Maithrei was sitting on her knees. Her round breasts were hanging free, and I noticed her large brown nipples, semi-erect.
Maithrei was leaning forward, in fact, bending forward, and I knew what she was going to do. She held his dick with one hand and lifted it slightly while bringing her mouth to it. I watched her lips parting to the maximum to take him inside. She pushed herself onto it, and I saw it going further into her mouth before her hair fell over her face and denied my view. Desai's palms disappeared into her thick hair and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Mmm… So good baby... mmm..."
I saw his buttock muscles becoming tight. 
Maithrei began to move her head back and forth. Her breasts swang back and forth in sync with her movement until Desai reached for them and crushed them with both hands.
The ache in my pants had become unbearable, and I lost my mind further as I saw Desai holding her head and moving his hip back and forth. I stopped peeping through the gap and closed my eyes. But it could not stop me from seeing. I saw him fucking her mouth, and choking her. I wanted to pull out my dick and start caressing it. I wanted to jerk it madly. My body was just waiting for a chance to release the pressure. But I didn't dare to touch it because I feared ruining Desai's bathroom floor with my cum.
Outside the door that I was hiding behind, Desai was fucking Maithrei's mouth. I heard the sound of it choking her in quick intervals. It went on and on. I thought about Meera going through the same experience as her, and it scared me. But it invariably made me harder. I hated it though.
The next time I peeped into the room was when I heard him stop. I saw him whispering into her and I could not hear it. But I knew what he meant. She moved backwards with a shy smile and he quickly knelt between her split thighs. He leaned over her, making her lie on her back, and put his left arm under her. He lifted the mid part of her body effortlessly and placed a pillow right under her bum.
"Ready, for some fun?"
I heard him asking as he adjusted between her thighs further. But he did not wait for her response. He simply guided his penis into her centre and pushed it.
"Aaaah..." Maithrei let out a loud moan. "Slow..."
"I love the voice that you make when I put it inside you..."
Desai said.
"It's not my  voice...it's my life going out of my body..."
Maithrei said with a giggle. She was already breathing heavily.
My eyes were trying to catch the sight of his dick going inside her. Even though I could not see it, the expression on Maithrei's face made me feel like I saw it.
He pushed again and another loud moan followed.
"You feel tight like last time. Didn't he touch you after that?"
He paused to ask. Her reply came after a second's delay.
"Don't you remember buying me? I come in whole."
"Well, I’ll say you are worth it," Desai retorted and made another push. This time he held it till he reached deep inside her. I could see the pain on Maithrei's face but I knew it would be moments before she would be lost in heaven.
And then it began. Desai fucked her harder and faster in a way that reminded me of how he had told me to do the same to Meera the other night. Maithrei became noisier with each passing minute. Her bum had skidded off the pillow, but it didn't stop Desai. He paused after a while to lift her legs to his shoulder and then resumed ramming into her. Maithrei's moans suddenly became cries.
"Ohhh...no... Susheel...Aaah...no...please...."
She looked in pain. She tried pushing away his thighs as they rammed against her. But Desai was unstoppable. The sound of his prick piercing her married pussy soon outdid her painful cries as the latter became less intense. After a while, he dropped her legs on the bed and lied on top of her. He locked his mouth completely and began to pound harder again. Maithrei's arms tried to reach around him for a while and then fell on the bed, tired, and she was completely exhausted by the assault. Desai's palm moved to her breasts to crush the softness without mercy and I felt she would faint any moment with this rigorous assault on her body. Maithrei let out a slight scream to make him stop for a while, and he arched inward to bring his mouth to her breasts. I saw his tongue swirling around her tit thirstily, and then bit it. He held his palm around her the soft melon to squeeze it and then sucked it. His bite made her cry.
"Aaaah...!"
It seemed like he was enjoying her cries. She did not want him to stop either. After a few seconds, his thick lips returned to her mouth. I saw his wet lips moving in circles around her soft lips before entering her mouth. It was disgusting yet arousing. I wanted to look away but I could not. His dick was still inside her. Just when I thought if he had come to an end, he started moving. Maithrei tilted her face to the left to break his kiss and gasped.
"Susheel...please go slow now..."
Desai was not in the mood to comply. Every thrust from his hip seemed a blow to her centre. With every strike, she let out a gasp. It went on and on, and I could hear his groans while going inside her. The centre of his king-size bed shook heavily with each strike.
Desai's groans peaked then and soon it eclipsed her moans. I was stunned by Desai's insane skill to make his woman surrender completely but I wasn't ready to accept it. I felt he should see her struggle to cope up with this all. I wanted him to stop.
Desai then let out a loud groan and made a few powerful thrusts more, filling her pussy with his cum. He panted heavily and kept pushing deep into her as if he wanted to deposit his sperm straight into her womb.
It was a devastating sight to witness.
It was even more devastating to think that he was planning to do the same to my Meera. With such brutal power, vigour, and absolute disregard for her wellbeing, he wanted to fill my wife's pussy with his cum.
My heart was beating so hard that I felt both Desai and Maithrei would hear it. The sound from the room had suddenly come to a halt, except that of heaving panting from both of them. I closed the door completely to stop my heartbeats from being heard, but not before I saw his bulky body rolling off her. Maithrei did not move at all.
My dick was now hurting very bad and the pain had now spread to my balls too. I felt thirsty.
I heard them talking indistinctively. Then I heard them getting up from the bed. I feared she would open the bathroom door any moment. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
She would be shocked, I knew. But, is it a part of his plan?
I did not know what to do. I anticipated her to open the door and scream out of shock. I looked for a place to hide, in panic, but there was nowhere to hide.
"Are you in a hurry?"
I heard Desai ask.
"Yeah, he's waiting for me," Maithrei said. Her voice was closer to the door, I thought.
"Does he know what you're doing here?"
"Yeah."
"Then I suppose you don't go to washroom now."
"What?"
"Go to him, give him a juicy kiss."
"What? No."
Maithrei was shocked and so did I. I felt he was trying to stop her from seeing me. But he was asking her to do much more.
"You will kiss him." Desai's voice came from a much closer source now. I felt he was standing next to Maithrei. "You will then ask him if he can taste the difference."
"You are so dirty. My lips have only one taste. Yours. I need a wash. You know, it's leaking."
"Wipe it off with a towel. Go to him. You will love it. Believe me."
The man was insanely creative and clever. I heard Maithrei trying to oppose him but she did not open the bathroom door. She did exactly as she was told; she got dressed and left. She kept calling him dirty and devil, but before she left she promised him that she was going to kiss her husband with the mouth that had was fucked by Desai's dick half an hour ago.
I stood like a statue in the bathroom even after knowing that she had departed.
I had learnt another shade of Desai's character. But the fact that he had revealed it to me all by himself had left me to wonder why. I wondered if he had done this all for me.
Eventually, Desai returned to the bedroom and opened the bathroom door.
"Krish, you can come out now."
He was properly dressed. But I saw sweat marks around his neck.
"What was that?"
I asked him while walking into the hall.
"That's how I make love. Did you see it? Don't tell me you were too embarrassed to look."
Desai spoke with a smile. I hated him.
"I saw what you did, Desai. Why did you want me to watch it?"
"Because I knew you'd like it. Today Maithrei will go to her husband and kiss him and then tell him what she's done. He'll already have got the taste of another man's dick from her lips. I fucked her mouth well, didn't you see? And do you know what will make him do?"
He looked at my clueless face and then went on, "he'll wish for more. He'll take her to bed and make love to her right away. He will drive his cock into her pussy which is already filled with my cum. He is going to send me a thank-note later."
I shook my head, pretending disgust. "No, it's wrong."
"Wrong?" Desai laughed, "did you fap inside my bathroom?"
"No, No," I said angrily.
"Good, good, my buddy. Now you go to Meera and I want you to make love to her. Imagine what I will be doing to her next Saturday. She'll be lying in my bed as Maithrei did, and she will moan louder. Maithrei could not stand my intensity, but Meera will. Meera will enjoy my thing inside her. She will do much more than what Maithrei did today. Because Meera and I will not have another chance after that. It's a one time experience. That's what makes it more special."
I forced a laugh. But I was shivering with anger now.
"You are such a mother fucker, Desai. You are disgusting. I am leaving," I grabbed my phone and began to leave, only to stop and ask, "but tell me one thing. Why the fuck do you think I'll let your plan become a reality? Why the fuck I'll let her have even the lunch with you after this?"
"Because I am giving you another offer; an offer that you'll not refuse."
I gave him a sharp look.
"What fucking offer is that?" I asked with a sense of calm, knowing that I am going to bury his offer whatever it may be.
"The next Saturday, when she leaves for lunch, you can come here. I'll leave my door open for you. There won't be anybody here. You can hide in the same bathroom. And you can see me walking in with Meera. I'll make love to her in my bed and you can watch everything. Everything, right in front of your eyes."
I was stunned.
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. I will then make love to her, I will let you watch when I eat her pussy. I will then fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while. Meera would never know that you were there. She will never know that you know. You will see the true, darkest side of your wife and she will never know. Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
 
I don't remember what I told him in response. I had fled his house like a coward from the battlefield. While going home I wished I had a gun in my hand. I imagined me driving back to his place and breaking into his house and shooting him in the chest. A cold-blooded murder, as in a crime thriller.
But I knew I was not creative enough. The creative one was Desai, who was full of wild tricks.
Why did he think I would let him do those things to my wife?
I had another hundred reasons to hate him. I had decided that I was not going to let the lunch happen. I was going to tell Meera not to do it, unconditionally. I was going to tell her that I loved her so much that I would not do anything that's even remotely dangerous for her.
However, the visuals of what I had witnessed in Desai's room was coming back to my head. The sound of Maithrei's painful cries returned to my ears. The sight of her welcoming an orgasm through those painful moments came alive in my head again.
 
I hired a cab to Ashish's place and found Meera's scooty in his parking. It was the evidence of my wife's betrayal. She had failed to keep her promise and she had compromised. She had let herself undergo the experience of yet another man enjoying the most intimate part of her body and soul. She had allowed another man to kiss her, and to penetrate her married pussy with his dick and fill it with his sperm.
She had confessed to me, but I had no idea how much she had enjoyed it. She had cried after sinning, but I had no idea how she had felt while doing it.
I wondered if she too had moaned like Maithrei, in Desai's bed.
I wondered if she would moan like Maithrei did, in Desai's bed.
"You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her."
I did not want to think further.
 
Back at home, I found Meera getting ready for a puja event at one of our neighbourhoods. I also got ready and followed her. The hosts welcomed us with warm smiles. Most of the residents were invited and the house was overcrowded with guests. I felt the social event would be a change for both Meera and me from the ongoing adversities.
The puja was over soon. While having food, I saw the Meera, sitting on another table, in a light conversation with two young men from the top floor. They were brothers and twins, one elder to the other by a few minutes. The younger one was having most of the talking to Meera, while I noticed the elder one was just ogling at Meera. I soon realised that he was trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. As Meera was sitting and the young man was standing, the latter was getting an ample view of it.
It was just a small incident but I later realised that these moments were quite common in everyone's life. I would forget the incident as soon as it was over.
 
Later in the evening when I tried talking to Meera, she refused.
"Krish, please. I don't want to talk about it. I am trying to forget it. I think that's the only option to get over it."
"You shouldn't have told me if you weren't ready, baby," I said. "If it helps to get over the guilt feeling, I mean."
Meera just looked on.
"We've got to forgive each other. Whatever happened was a bad dream, isn't it? It'll be forgotten."
Meera's eyes became wet again. She hugged me.
"Promise me you'll never stop loving me, Krish. You are everything to me."
I hugged back, "I'll never stop loving you. You are everything I have."
I tilted my head and pressed my lips into her neck. The fragrance of her soft skin outdid that of her shampoo. Her body felt soft against my body. My arms moved around her back. I felt welcoming her back to me. I felt my erection suddenly back, along with the pain that was vanished for a while. I cupped my palms around her face and looked into her eyes.
"You are everything I have. I'll never stop loving you."
I kissed her and she kissed me back. The taste of her soft lips was back in my mouth. It felt softer and warmer than ever. I opened my mouth and began to suck her lips desperately. My palm moved behind her neck and I tried to dart my tongue into her mouth.
But she moved away.
"Krish, please. I am not ready."
I was disappointed. My dick was already grown to a full size.
"Yeah, I know. It's okay."
I whispered, hiding my disappointment.
I knew she needed time and I was ready to give her time to move on. However, my bodily wants were making me desperate for her attention. I wanted to be cared for and loved. I wanted her to come back to me. I wanted her to move on and become mine again.
In other words, I was the husband who was itching to fuck my wife again to reclaim my authority as her man.
But the more she kept me waiting I felt I was being stopped by Ashish. It was his memory that was stopping Meera from joining me. I wondered why it was so difficult to move on. Was it too good?
It made me curious about what they would have done at his place. I wanted to know how they did it. I wanted to know every bit of details. The visions of Maithrei moaning in pleasure reappeared from my memory. I felt Meera too would have gone through the same experience with Ashish.
He was a man who had not touched a woman for years. Having slept like a forgotten ghost for so long, the hungry monster inside him would have unleashed itself out of him. My wife would have had an experience of a lifetime when he subjected her to his brutal power and lust. He would have made her cry in pain, scream in pleasure, and be lost in the ultimate joy of receiving.
I walked around the house like a wild animal trapped in a cage. I wanted to run into the wild but I was helplessly restricted.
Later, when Meera went for the evening walk I went to my bathroom and pulled it out. The ache was at its peak. I ran my fingers around it and resorted to furious shaking very soon. I saw Meera lying in the bed completely naked and Ashish climbing on top of her. I visualised Meera's arms making a circle around his naked body. I saw their lips merging. I wished if Meera had told me more about it. I wished if I could hear the sounds of their lovemaking. I wished if I was there when it was happening.
"Don't you want to see it?"
Desai's voice echoed in my head.
I saw Desai's body arching inward with sheer force to drive his thick meat into my Meera's pussy with repeated groans. The image of his black dick and its bulgy middle portion came to my mind. I thought it would be parting her pussy lips in such a way that I wouldn't fit inside her for a few days. I imagined Meera trying to throw her arms around him and failing due to loss of energy and due to incessant ramming on her body. I saw her soft lips being sucked into his mouth and her tongue being massaged by his dirty tongue.
I saw Desai's tobacco-stained teeth making deliberate marks on her tits. I tried to imagine her pain when he drove his dick deeper enough to reach the walls of her womb.
"I will then fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her."
I heard Meera's cries. "Aaaah... Susheel... aaaah... oh my god... aaaah... Susheel...."
She was crying, but she was also begging for him to do more.
"Fuck me, harder, Susheel... mmm... yes... aaah... fuck me like that... Aaaah... it's so good... keep going... don't stop..."
I imagined myself hiding in his bathroom and witnessing this devastating event. Devastating for me but exhilarating for Meera.
"Everything would happen in front you of your eyes," it was Desai's promise. "She will never know that you know. You will see the true, darkest side of your wife and she will never know.
My eyes were closed as my hand moved faster, back and forth, on my dick. I was envisaging a moment I had hated to even think about for so long, but now I was just drooling with lust at the imaginary visuals of it. I had completely given in to Desai's idea that Meera had enjoyed the night with him so much that deep inside her she was longing to live it again. She was longing for him, secretly. The only thing that was stopping her was her love for me. The only thing that was stopping her was that she would have to confess to me about it.
What if she never had to confess? What if she could do it secretly? What if she was sure that I would never find out?
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. I will fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while."
I was sure that everything he told about Meera was possible. Only if I let him.
"You can watch everything... right in front of your eyes."
I was already watching it right in front of my closed eyes. I saw my Meera writhing in pain and pleasure as Desai gifted her an orgasm.
An orgasm she had been being teased about for so long.
My fapping had brought me on the verge of cumming. I did not stop. My hands and my imagination went faster and I saw Desai groaning like an animal while unloading his hot sperms into the deepest place of my wife's pussy.
"Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
I heard Desai's voice again as I shot a huge burst of cum on the bathroom wall. I lost my mind and I let out a groan, "Yes, I want to see it!"
 
 
 
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[Eswar v]

Hot update bro

[Gumshot]

Thank-you
Don't be late update fast Krish

[prashanthi]

Hi Krish,

I have a mixed feeling about the episode. The way last episode ended we somewhere knew it was not desai but every one was truly wishing it was Desai. Now the users are getting high for desai and meera experience and want to understand how meera went through the sex with Ashish. But you are not giving us the high and teasing us. It's not fair krish. Please fulfil atleast one wish.
Hoping a timely update on Sunday. We have no patience to wait anymore.
Thank you so much for your effort krish. This means a lot for us. Taking time out of your busy day.

[Salmanzadaane]

King of erotica

[RCF]

I honestly want to appreciate your writing skills.. I do
Things that are making it so difficult to do that are the disgusting characters you have built in this story. They are so weak and imbecile.My love for Meera character just died with this episode.
I guess couple can experiment and enjoy their life..many cuck stories here are all about that and humiliation that wife does to her husband to make him a cuck but what is so different about this story that people are going crazy is the fact that the couple here are struggling to fight their adventurous nature even though they are madly in love with each other.
They tend to fight with their inner feelings than the person who are actually forcing them to do it, that's where is the fine line between Part 1 & 2 and this one.
Das was never manipulative, he never had upper hand on Krish, its Krish weakness that got him upper hand and the moment Krish lost his wife, he was able to gain her back in few days by showing her who she belongs to but this part is so bad i cannot emphasize enough,it turned Meera a worthless woman just like how she described herself, and frankly now she is no different than Ananya.
Having respect on one person is different, desperation on seeking one's attention is another. So just because her boss is alone and never gives attention to her , she did a favor by sleeping with him? Also the writing is bad anyways, no details on lovemaking so what is the point of this one night stand unless you want to use Ashish to get revenge on Desai later in your story.
let me tell you one thing bud on women who are strong in nature they don't get desperate on seeking one's attention unless they love or have already made up mind to seek them,
And why would Meera seek Ashish? and she didn't love him. Also why would she always keep saying i betrayed you in the past? Didn't he push her towards Das? Didn't he push her towards Shekar and same with Armaan? or the guy in the train? then why would she blame herself as if she ran away from home and slept with all of them, the fault lies with both of them. Her confession for everything saying i betrayed you many times is bad writing...its so out of character that it stinks.

Same with Krish, he is a cuck period or a evolving one but he was never ready to submit to one's will and here he is the ultimate desperate cuck not able to decide if he wants to protect his wife or if he wants to see her fucked by Desai. He is now desperate to see her with Desai that he will push her until it becomes a reality, no problem with that as every one wants some serious action between Meera and Desai, my request is just don't make as if Meera is a noble woman and hard to get her lol which is truly not the case anymore and don't make our hero a saint trying to protect his "love" (my bad he doesn't love her so lets call wife) wife.

Look at all those great stories on these threads like Indian Wife and Nukkad guys by Shiprat or Original Who watches the watchman by Aurelious for example,
they outright place a nuance that the lead character is of chivalrous nature and easily ready to get fucked if given the chance and get tempted and are open too with their better half and the description is also light on emotional aspect as well, since the writing focuses on the affair more than the emotional content between lead characters, this gave them leeway to write some truly great erotica and left a great impression on readers with the writing
What went really wrong here is when your focus is so strong on the love between lead characters and the emotional bonding, the characters staying true to their soul and integrity is very important and not to deviate from the main essence of the story.
Meera simply cannot say i never even thought about you once while fucking with Ashish and come back and tell Krish that he is everything to her in life, doesn't sync, not well thought  nor good to read and enjoy.

Just my opinion, my love for this series is also my reason for frustration, I truly appreciate all your hard work ,hope you understand my negativity.

[The Last samurai]

Thank you very much for the update Krish there is lot of efforts u had put to make this update possible so much of writing in it.
Coming to story first again very big disappointment I think with the last 2 update the story lots it's plot or track. Meera sleeping with Ashish is not at all justifiable. No matter what the situation is going by her character. This episode changed her image itself. previously she had flings but it was due to Krish. This time it's only due to her what desparation. There is not weight in this fact. Going by this Krish will never find out what had happened between meera and Ashish because Krish is sot so much close with Ashish and meer won't tell him. If at all this comes out it might be like what Krish and meera did playing games it will be similar to that. But in first go meera won't play games with Ashish that's true.
Now no matter what if she sleeps with Desai or not the tempting erotica is not left in the story it's gone. Now if she sleeps with Desai it picturise her as slut that's it. Going by her mind currently and her fling with Ashish she won't sleep with Desai so soon. Any ways I lost half of interest in this story no frankly speaking.

Coming to ur writing first 2 part was very good but from NODS and this part it's changed a bit. U want to add twist in every episode and want to end every episode on high and wanting for more. It's very difficult task to accomplish. Appreciate it.
But u too want to come out with plot twist that readers not had imagined that's what is killing the story . That's what I feel just my opinion. With so many readers and guesses it's very difficult task and plot very different from everyone guess is killing the erotica of story. Same happened with NODAS.
Now if meera sleeps with Desai aslo erotica is lost because she already slept with Ashish . With Desai will be one more fling. Kick would have been after long gap of these years she fell for Desai for his seduction and manipulation. Now it will be very difficult task to bring essence back to this story and keep it interesting. I think most of the reader lost interest in last to updates.
Anyways as I always said it's ur story and u have all the right to nurture it. We can just only comment and criticize. Anyways all the best and above is just my opinion only other can have different thinking.

[Gumshot]

Meera always in our mind .
Maithre character nothing to us .

I feel maithre character just fill in the paragraph
Nothing more
Feeling disappointed .
Waiting for next update Krish thanks
For your susppens

[msd.23]

disappointed :-(

[shahidraj04]

Awsm update Krish..

It seems a threesome can happen to keep going forward. Would love to see Meera being fucked by 2 sooner.

[Sid459]

Guessed it right!!! It wasn’t Desai 
Waiting for next update krish?

[BedWinner]

Ditto what RCF said...

NOBODY HERE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT MAITHRI or whatever her name is.. If this was a complete novel, I would close the book now or skip to the last chapters. There is just too much frustration, especially since we have to wait more than a week to get updates and the sexy parts are very few(again nobody cares or gets hard for Miathriyi or wants to read another Krish and meera's love making scene for the 100th time) I honestly skipped many lines from their love making, I know it is imp for the future update but that doesn't make it any more interesting. The characters aren't solid in their core, and lack some human elements. I know you tried to do justice to your plot with elaborate justifications, but still no...

Krish is the ultimate cuck but what meera did was cheating. Krish should've at least gotton somewhat angry. Meera literally got separated from Krish when he cheated on her.
Also, I'm getting tired of Desai's manipulations.

I hope you don't take this the wrong way. We criticize because we expect high quality from you

[Ro.hitbig]

Everyone knew ashish is for future, but no one expected this sudden, except some of your old readers. 
There were two ways to continue the story either making krish strong or meera vulnerable , you chose the latter. 
As  far as lmeeras attention seeking is concerned she was always like that right...
1. She wanted krish not to cheat on her as he would lose attention on her then.
2. We all feel krish inviting desai for dinner is the turning point but meera started thinking about him when she saw desai with maithri at hotel,  from then it continued.....to keep him around. 

While all were focusing and blaming krish she developed feelings for ashish and smartly managing krish , desai. Knowingly. 

After the bj with desai , she regretted a lot and promised but right after just 5 days she did again  , after all the promises .This is not normal,  this time she did it willingly, full of consciousness and with both body and soul. Why should she be ashamed of. When she knew and said she can handle it....
Lol.....who would kiss and let themselves fucked being married in the namr of help....

With ashish , in this story Everyone proved ....NODS.

Ashish apart from work he always liked her in housewife role, With ashish being around always, in office, and with her having feelings for him....we should see how long she can restrain or for that case ashish.

I feel doors are closed for desai,  author might have given indirectly desai maithri part for meera part to give something to the wait of readers. 

Truth is meera is emotionally wrecked down,  might have found good company in ashish, and if at this point either by her choice or because of krish.... jf she sleeps with desai.  For sure   she would hate herself for her activities of sleeping around with all and krish nature,this will eventually make her move closer To asish.

Real headache for krish began now.... with meera having feelings for ashish. And ashish short stay in pune. 

Right after the train incident,  her lines "  i feel i am gonna lose you krish , i don't want to lose you....."  that's from where ashish part started in her .....
What love it is when she can forget everything with mere kiss be with desai , jai or now ashish...with kiss she forgets everything including krish and worry for her dignity....
If Meera likes the people she hates more then I wish she should hate krish More.... both are taking marriage for granted.
Still there are many hurdles for krish...... money , sheetal and now meera feelings....

Krish , mostly you start writing from Friday night.  As it's anyway weekend continue wigh Sunday and give an Update...from then we can go back to weekend schedule. 

Long ago , @ ramesh_rocky had reposted a series,  one can find by searching....."Xleglover "

It's a series where the characters mike and jen looks so similar To krish and meera......they adventure , they separate, they suffer and then again it starts .

[The Last samurai]

Going by current phase and plot situation, it would take 2-3 more chapter for Desai to take meera to his home and make Krish witness the adventure. I agree that author had to bring in the episode with Ashish to make Krish feel what he felt at end. Else he was so adamant to stop Desai from fucking meera. Now Krish won't stop I think if at all Desai has any chance.
Going by author thinking and meera mind this looks distant reality. My dissatisfaction was without any seduction meera gave into Ashish this is not the nature of meera. Some chances are Desai taking meera home having sex with her this is witnessed by Krish. Meera may come to know about this at that time or later in the episodes. Then she hates Krish because of his cuckold nature. leave him and marry Ashish. A very different thinking right but that's also very different plot I think. Will see what awaits in future.now thinking of reading this story after one month may be at that time Desai would have entered meera or Ashish would have had his second chance. Ha ha ha update at ur phase Krish no more request.

[manasi]

We have no option to read the mind of Meera exactly. But we can extrapolate through her interaction with different characters. She has proved to be vulnerable. She is excited over male attention. She is staying with Krish not because of love but out of compulsion. She has proved herself to be opportunistic. Therefore, there is no surprise that she utilised opportunity to seduce Ashish.

I won't be surprised if it is disclosed in future that nothing happened with Ashish. Quite possible, Meera may be playing with Krish to understand his acceptance over her planned future relationship with Ashish. Before jumping into turbulent water, she is assessing the consequences. Moreover, Ashish as per character build-up, cannot be seduced so easily.

Meera is a good actor and very often tells lies in her favour. So, I don't find any flaw with Meera character, as painted by author.

What pains me is assacination to Krish character. To me, Krish character is flawed and he is forced to behave unnaturally. Krish meeting Desai in his house and then agreeing to hide to witness Desai Maitreyi sex is forced on the character  to make Krish visit Desai house as a thief in future. Author is forcefully tarnishing Krish character to achieve his goal.

Sometimes I feel like Krish is being forced to behave like a cuckold against the natural build-up of the character.  His thought process is not in line with his acts and reactions.

Being an erotica site, eroticism is quite natural and welcome.  But characters in a well built story need not behave unnaturally for the sake of sex.

[DewDrop1190]

Well I for one feel that this is just an elaborate ruse set up by Desai to show Meera what kind of a cuck Krish is. He could be recording the reply which Krish gave to him so as to play it to Meera to show that he want's to see her do the deed with him there by able to manipulate both Krish and Meera to his will.

I mean jeez why won't the characters talk it out , half their problems would've been solved if they just talked it out but then again in the scheme of things that is how their characters are etched!!

Just have to see how it plays out!!

[Ananthukutty]

Finally he accepted ... Desai has to trap meera by revealing krish in his home and make her understand that it is what her wimp husband wants and enjoys.

[Sarran Raj]

Meera has a crush on Aashish. He is divorced now. After knowing the real face of krish, meera should divorce krish and marry Aashish. She will get a good life than living with cucky.