[Priyanka1994]

I really imagine that how much my life is fulfilled if I will got a husband like Krish. He is so amazing, charming man who has no male ego only just has wired and naughty mindful thoughts how to give more and more pleasure to his life by himself aur if possible than through other man.

Love you krish...no one can so sexy and romantic than you Krish you are real man who knows how to please his woman like a queen. You are a prince of imagination of every girl.

Is really man exist like Krish is real life. If yes then I really want one of tham in my life.

Love you a lot Krish.. may be your wife feel jealous..

[The Last samurai]

Hi Krish , Hope your Callender same as other Indian one. Weekend has already started and almost coming to an end. So there will be update today. Not today's midnight, because it's already starting of next weekday. So you will give ample time to read the update and understand.
Waiting for the best part don't disappoint us........

[Ro.hitbig]

Hi krish,

KBFC won but with mumbai and KBFC having equal chanves . Fixture between them both gonna be the decider . 
Before that hope there's also a turn of events in krish and meera life.

[Orukathaisollattuma]

Again you disappointed us

[Orukathaisollattuma]

You said perhaps you surprised us but you disappoint us

[critic_honest]

Man its really high time when you do some self introspection.Not once or twice ,you have always failed to deliver your promises and i'm unable  to understand why do you even use words like 'regret' when you don't even mean a bit of it.

Honestly I had actually laughed out loud when I read that you are thinking of surprising us by posting sooner than u promised because I sooooo knew that you won't even post it on Sunday itself, leave aside the thing of posting earlier than that.That seemed like a joke then which you proved today.

One suggestion : If you ever think of starting a new story in future, then at least write 20-30 updates before you even post its first update so that it saves you from embarrassment. 

Seriously disappointed in you !!

[Kamuk Insaan]

[krish_999]

Chapter 27

Meera's anger didn't last beyond the next morning. She felt she had overreacted.

"I'm sorry, baby," Meera said and hugged me. We were still in bed. "I overreacted to the situation. I hate it when you hide from me. I also hate it when I learn the truth from someone else. I would have slapped Desai with my sandal for hiding that voice recorder in our bedroom if you had told me when you learnt about it. Instead, it was him who turned honest and confessed at first, and that's why I even chose to forgive him."
I kept listening as she went on. "I know I have admitted that I also have been excited to have fantasies. My actions recently made it no secret anymore. So I don't think I have the right to criticise you for that. But I still hate to see you lie to me."
I remained silent as she went on and on, and in the end, I chose to play it down with a joke.
"So it means you're okay if I pulled out my thing and jerked, isn't it?"
Meera smirked.
"You should stop your habit of digging when the soil is soft."
I laughed it off.
 
 
A couple of days later, Meera had news for me when she returned after the evening walk.
"Sheetal's pregnant!"
Her eyes were fixed on my face, scanning for my immediate reaction.
I was genuinely stunned.
Even though I knew it was going to happen, I still used to hope it wouldn't happen. Deep inside I didn't want Harish to impregnate Sheetal, even though she had her husband's consent.
"Sheetal told me the news." Meera went on, "it's a secret for now. She said Pawan doesn't want to break the news to anyone but she's too excited to keep it from me as I am her close friend here."
"So, are they going back to their hometown?"
I asked.
Meera was surprised. "How did you know that?"
For a moment I wondered if erred. Pawan had promised me that he would leave the city if I got his wife pregnant. He had told me he would not stay here and become a piece of emotional baggage for me.
Now she was impregnated by someone who had supposedly no idea about it. So I wasn't sure if Pawan was going to leave the city after that.
"I made it out. She slept with him only to get conceived. I don't think she would prefer living in front of Harish." I said thoughtfully.
Meera looked at me.
"Why would she do that? Harish has no idea about it, right?"
"Yeah, but she will be happy if they don't see him every day. And also, after delivery, Harish may try to start seeing her again. I don't think it would be good."
Meera shook her head.
"You are right. I didn't think that way. Sheetal told me another reason though. She told me Pawan is very happy about it and they are planning to move to their hometown for delivery. And they're gonna raise the child there only."
 
Meera reminded me not to congratulate Sheetal or Pawan. Because she had told Meera about it on condition of secrecy.
"I'm astonished to see Sheetal's excitement. It's not her husband's blood but she doesn't show even a tiny bit of guilt for betraying him. How long will she have to keep this secret? I wish Pawan is also aware of this as you've mentioned the other day. That's the only way her happiness can be permanent."
Meera said.
Earlier, when I opined that Pawan could be a partner in Sheetal's plan to become a mother, Meera had ridiculed me.
 
"When are they leaving?" I asked.
"In a month or so. I told Sheetal about our plan to shift after our anniversary. She's very happy that they would be able to attend the anniversary."
 
 
The sale of our old house was completed very soon and I received the cash right away.
I phoned Maithrei and inquired about the construction status of her flats. She said it was almost ready.
"I want you to see the property first. Are you free in the evening?" She asked.
I was ready to go. "Should I bring Meera too?
"The area is full of dust, Krish. Meera wouldn't enjoy it." Maithrei said.
 
That evening I drove to the building and found Maithrei waiting there for me. She looked beautiful in a top and pants. 
She welcomed me to the building. I noticed that there was hardly any dust. I mentioned it.
"They've cleaned it. You should bring Meera on the next visit." Maithrei said.
There were some works still under progress in some areas.
Maithrei took me to the fifth floor of the building.
"There are eight apartments on this floor. Two are already booked. You can choose one from the rest."
"What is the next process after I make my choice?" I asked when we entered one flat. It was very spacious. I liked it the moment I walked in.
"Then we do some negotiations," Maithrei said.
"How are we going to negotiate? We have a deal right?"
"I haven't forgotten the deal and my offers. You can negotiate however you want to be."
Maithrei looked around and then turned to me. She looked into my eyes and moved closer.
"You can do it from now. I'm ready."
She grabbed my hand and I felt her breath on my face. I could see a glimpse of her cleavage without even looking. I saw her lips parting.
She was ready. Before I knew it, our lips met. I felt the softness of her lips on mine. I don't remember who initiated the kiss.
But I moved back smartly, "I need to inspect the house first before starting the negotiations."
Maithrei smiled, "sure." She took a deep breath and bit her lips.
 
She didn't leave my hand as we walked through the house like a couple. As the time passed I felt it hard to pay attention to the flat. The fragrance of her body spray was intoxicating. I felt aroused and I knew it would be just a matter of time before I kissed her again.
As I entered the kitchen I saw the well-cleaned countertop. I imagined bending Maithrei over it and banging her from behind. My dick began to ache.
I hurriedly got out of the kitchen. As if luck was with me, one of the men working at the building brought tea for us.
There were two cups of tea on a steel plate in his hand. The man offered it to Maithrei first. She smiled at him as she took both the cups and then handed me one of them. She took a step closer to me when the man went back.
"I don't like tea at random times; I'm already plus. But I wouldn't mind having one with you."
"Same here," I looked straight into her eyes. "It feels like a date, rather than a plot inspection."
Maithrei laughed, with care not to spill the tea from the paper cup.
"So it's our first date."
I watched her lips taking a circular shape as she took a slow sip from the cup. The heat from the tea had suddenly formed small drops of sweat just above her upper lip. I forgot to look away.
"I can see where you're looking, Krish," Maithrei said. I was forced to avert my eyes momentarily only to lock eyes with hers again.
"I was remembering how they tasted a moment ago," I said.
Her eyes shone.
"You're such a flirt. I fear I would end up selling off this apartment for free."
I smiled, "no you won't sell it for free. I promise you that."
My statement indicated pleasing her in bed in exchange for giving the apartment to me for free. But, on an honest note, I did not think I was going to have sex with her. I was thrilled by the attention I was getting, and I was enticed by the small kiss we shared a few minutes earlier. But I had no intention to go beyond it and cheat on my wife. 
I was just going with the flow.
 
Luckily, Maithrei got a phone call and she needed to leave immediately. I took a quick walk through the house before we returned.
I loved the design of the apartment and mentioned it to Maithrei. She told me the actual rate of the apartment. It was way beyond my capacity.
"How much is my discount?" I asked.
"Seventy-five per cent," Maithrei said. My jaws dropped. It was like a lottery. 
Maithrei looked at me. "Are you planning to get it for free?"
"No," I replied with a smile. "I will pay you twenty-five per cent."
 
I had made up my mind about buying the flat. When I went home I told Meera about it.
"So we are getting it for a cheap rate." Meera was happy. "I wish you took me along."
For once I felt Maithrei wouldn't have offered so much discount if Meera was with me. Because the kiss wouldn't have happened. And the promise too.
I imagined having sex with Maithrei and then Meera finding it out. I wondered if she would go on to buy the flat. It was a displeasing thought and I ended up stopping my wild imaginations quickly.
The next day I took Meera there and she liked the flat.
"But it will take some time for all the construction works to be finished."
Meera opined. I discussed it with the supervisor at the site.
"It should be over in a month. You can start planning your move already." He said.
We were happy.
 
But destiny had other plans for us.
 
One day Desai phoned me and informed me if I was still looking for a flat.
"If you are interested, you can consider my flat. You know which one I'm talking about. To help you forget its past, this time I'm selling it properly. We can discuss the actual price."
He was talking about the flat he had a one night stand with Meera, two years ago. He had offered it to me for free once while trying to befriend me. But I had rejected it.
"Why are you selling it?" I asked.
"I'm trying to move on completely."
He repeated that the price would be close to the market rate.
"I don't want to hurt your ego again," he said.
"It's okay. But I have seen the flat. I'm looking for something else."
I said at first. "Anyway, I'll get back to you after discussing with Meera."
 
When I discussed it with Meera, she surprised me by showing interest to buy it.
"It's a good offer."
"You have already seen Maithrei's flat. You should think twice before letting it go." I suggested.
"I'm not letting it go."
"Then?"
"I mean, let's buy both the flats."
"For what?"
"We have the money to buy both the flats. Maithrei has agreed to sell the flat at a cheap rate. I'm sure Desai will also quote an affordable rate only."
I thought about it. She had a better understanding of investment opportunities.
I eventually agreed.
"But you hated the idea of going back to Desai's flat earlier." I reminded.
"That was then. Now I have nothing against Desai or his flat."
She said.
It was the final sign that Desai's memories are no more a disturbance to her.
 
Krish intimated my decision to Desai.
"That's great, Krish. I'm so happy you guys came up with a great decision. I also appreciate your willingness to discuss with Meera rather than deciding prejudiciously."
Desai said.
 
He also gave me the code to open the flat door and asked me to visit.
"I'm selling the house with all the furniture and decor. But if you think you don't want something from it, you can let me know. I'll take care of it before you move in." He promised.
 
The next day I visited the flat with Meera.
The flat was supremely well maintained and in a state ready to move in.
"We will have to sell many of our furniture," Meera opined.
"We can shift them to our other flat," I said.
Meera teased me for saying 'our other flat'. We were already considering us owning two flats.
As I glanced at the living area, I remembered the time when I had visited the place with Desai earlier. The thought of Desai taking my wife to the heights of pleasure had unsettled me then. However, at present, the same thoughts were arousing me.
I saw Meera looking at the dining hall.
"Do you think anything has changed since the last time?" I asked, directly referring to her night with Desai.
"Nothing has changed. Everything is kept the same."
She said.
I went to the dining table and ran my fingers along its edge.
"It began from here, right?" I asked with a mischievous smile.
"No." Meera looked nervous to face me. She pointed to the front door. "It began from there."
"Yes, yes. I remember."
Meera nodded shyly and her eyes kept moving here and there. I felt she was going to sweat.
"Don't you remember, baby?"
I asked and moved closer.
I could feel her breath rising. Her lips parted as if to say something but she didn't speak. I slowly grabbed her palms and moved even closer, enough to let her breath touch my face.
"Don't you?"
"Mmm..."
Her voice was muted by my lips taking over hers. She kissed me back. My arms went crazy around her.
I paused for a moment and looked into her eyes.
"Meera... I want to have you now."
"Take me."
Her response was quick. The next time when I went for her lips I found her darting her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced, while our hands hurried to find each other's bodies. I lifted her skirt and pulled her panty down to her ankles. It was so quick. Hardly a minute later I found myself pushing my dick into her pussy and she gasped into my mouth.
"Krish...aaah..."
I had lifted her to the edge of the table. She had split her legs for me, and the moment I thrust myself in, she locked me with her legs.
My hands crawled inside her top to have a feel of her soft belly. And then I squeezed her sides to keep her in place while fucked her. I panted heavily but it was her crazy moans that filled the dining hall.
 
The sex was quick but one of the best quickies we had in a long time. As the waves of pleasure settled in, Meera smiled at me.
"You were thinking about him, weren't you?"
I smiled back.
"Who else were you thinking?"
We looked at each other and kept laughing. It was a moment we both let each other know how comfortable we were with Desai's presence in our fantasies.
 
We moved on to other areas of the house. The kitchen was sleek and spacious. All the rooms were maintained well, even though Desai hardly spent time there. The inspection of the house gave me a sense of satisfaction as compared to Maithrei's new flat because the latter had just walls there.
 
When we walked into the master bedroom, my eyes stuck on the king-size bed. 
It was the bed they had slept in. The same bed where Desai had fucked her and filled her pussy with his cum twice. 
I couldn't help but sit on it. The spring action made me instantly realise how wonderful it would feel when fucking a beautiful woman like Meera.
Meera was watching me.
"What are you thinking, Krish?"
I looked at her.
"This was that bed, wasn't it?"
Meera bit her lips and broke into a giggle.
"Yes... It was."
I could see the waves of memories in her eyes.
I lay on my back across the bed and spread my arms sideways.
"And you were laid like this." I looked at her.
"Not me. It was him who lay here first. I was on top of him. And he lay this side."
She pointed at another spot on the bed.
I moved and shifted there.
"Like this?"
"Yes."
"Do you remember a lot of that night, don't you?"
"I can't forget it." Meera smiled.
"Don't forget. Come on."
I extended my hand to her.
"What?"
She hesitated.
I put my other hand on my bulged crotch.
"Show me what it is like to be Desai of that night."
Meera gave me a smile and eyes that killed me instantly. The stunning expression on her face combined with the truth that she was thinking of Desai at the moment added the weight of my dick by another unit. I could sense it and I wanted to push it into her pussy right away.
"For that, you will have to turn into him."
Meera whispered.
"I'm ready."
I said quickly. Meera had climbed to the bed even before I finished. 
Very soon I found her hands on my hip. She barely sat on my thighs as she unbuttoned and pulled down my pants. My dick sprang up and stood like a flag pole.
"You are ready, Mr Susheel Desai."
Meera whispered as she grabbed it in her left hand.
"I'm ready for you...my baby."
I moaned as her right hand sneaked under my shirt and moved it to my chest.
Meera's face went down to my crotch and the next second I felt the warmth of her mouth around my dick. She pushed it all the way in until its head touched the back of her throat.
And she pulled back, pressing her lips tight around it. I left out a gasp.
"Ohhh....my..."
Meera licked her lips.
"You wanted this, didn't you?"
"Yes. For long, I've waited for this moment, Meera."
"I won't make you wait anymore."
She said and went down again, this time she didn't take it all the way in. She stopped halfway and then began to bob her head. I was lifted to a fine place in heaven and ran my fingers through her hair without spoiling it.
"Ohhh my god. Meera you are my goddess."
She had become my goddess. And the fact that she was doing this to Desai in her imagination simply added to the excitement. She took his name at every opportunity and I enjoyed every time she did it.
As she climbed over me and kissed me with her lips wet with my precum, she upped the game one notch further by swirling her tongue in and around my mouth.
"You love how I move it inside your mouth, Susheel?"
"Mmm..." I moaned. "Your lips have become softer."
"Your big boy down there turned it softer," Meera said. And then added, "the next time I want you to fuck my mouth, Susheel."
More than what she spoke, I enjoyed how she chose to stick with his first name. Perhaps it was her way to assume more intimacy with him in her imagination.
"I am gonna love it. And after that, I will tell your husband how it felt when I fucked your mouth."
Meera's eyes paused to lock with mine.
"Why?"
"Because I know he's gonna enjoy hearing about it."
Meera smiled and drew a line on my cheek with her finger, casually.
"You know a lot about my husband, mister." She said and the next moment she lowered her hip onto mine. I felt my member being grabbed by her left hand and guided into her wet hole. Meera's chest shivered as she welcomed me in.
"You can also tell him how it felt when you fucked my pussy."
Meera said again.
"I will. I will tell him that too, my darling."
She kissed me once again and slowly sat up to start riding me. For the next ten minutes, she gave me the pleasure of being dominated completely in bed. She did everything I could to dream about how Desai would love to receive it from her. In the end, when I came, I begged Meera to spit into my mouth.
But she refused.
"No. That treatment is reserved for my husband only. Are you my husband, mister Susheel Desai?"
"I would love to become your husband then."
I said without thinking.
"Oh really?" Meera smiled. "But there's no vacancy. I already have a husband. His name is Krish."
I enjoyed every word that came out of her mouth. When she got off me and lay next to me, heavily panting, I kissed her forehead.
"I'm proud to be your husband, baby."
Meera smiled. "Who are you, by the way?"
"I'm Krish. Back to life!"
Meera laughed. "My cucky husband!"
She adorably pinched my cheek and sat up.
 
Later I asked her if she missed being followed by Desai. I asked if his absence was felt at any point.
"It would be a lie if I told you I didn't. But I can tell you I never thought about him that way until he left. I think his absence has brought him closer to me, to us, more than when he was around."
She was right. I shook my head.
"But we are glad that he has changed."
"Yes, he changed a lot."
"Earlier, I used to be intimidated by him. But now, I don't."
"Are you going to invite him for the anniversary?" She asked me.
"I would love to. But I'm sceptical because Sadashiv will also be there; he will identify Desai."
Being the gatekeeper and maintenance in charge, Sadashiv had a key role in conducting any event in our building. I was sure he would never forget Desai who had turned him into a one time burglar.
"That's gonna be a good thing because Desai turning up our guest will make Sadashiv believe that there's nothing between Desai and us. It will clear the air." Meera opined.
I thought she was right.
"Then yes, we are going to invite Desai," I said. "It will be the last occasion when we meet him. He also will be aware of this fact. What do you think he would be thinking about it?" I wondered later.
"Absolutely no idea. I think he would just stand and stare from a distance. Because there would be a lot of people."
"What if there is no one but me?"
"Ohhh then!" Meera blossomed into a smile. "Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind me letting him have a bit of freedom."
"Such as?"
"Such as... Holding my hand, putting his arm around me."
"And that's it?"
"Not just that. He got to be Desai. The Susheel Desai. I'm sure he would kiss me, as you watch."
"And you would let him?"
She gave me a moment to engage with her eyes.
"Looking at your eyes, I can say that's what you want me to do."
"Cut the crap baby. Tell me you would let him. On your own."
Meera laughed.
"If I were on my own, I would end up getting much more from him. I know you wouldn't mind that."
"Much more means?"
"I know you can imagine that you pervert!"
She pushed me away and got up. She was trying to stop from going too far with the talking. But she had talked enough. We both had conveyed enough of our fantasies.
 
I pushed it further by making a video call to Desai. He was sitting in what seemed like an office.
"I'm surprised, my friend!" He said, with his usual charm. I felt his hair had just gotten longer.
"You'll be surprised if I told you where I am sitting," I said.
"Ohhh no way! I've just noticed that you're sitting in my apartment, well, in my bedroom."
Meera was gone out of the room, and she returned probably hearing my talking.
"I'm not alone, by the way," I said and gestured for Meera to come and sit by me on the bed. Meera sat next to me and smiled at him, albeit with a bit of hesitation.
Desai just sat staring at her for a moment.
"Desai?" I sought a response. "Can you see her?"
"Yes, Krish. Hi Meera. I've forgotten how to say hi to a beautiful woman."
Meera gave him a shy smile and threw a glance at me before responding to him. "Stop trying to be humble. I know you can't forget anything. Your hairstyle looks good, by the way."
I was astonished to see Meera paying compliments without any hesitation now. I could see Desai beaming with joy.
"Thanks for letting me know you do notice the little changes in my appearance. And even better knowing you like it. What exactly are you guys doing in my bedroom, if I may ask?"
"We're buying your apartment. Krish likes it."
Meera replied. They were the ones doing all the talking now. I just held the mobile straight so they could see each other well.
"What about you?"
Desai asked.
"I haven't made up my mind."
"But you already said you're buying. I know you have made up your mind."
Meera laughed. "Oops. I forgot who I was talking to."
Desai joined her in the laughter. "I will remember this little chat of ours, Meera. You never stop being fun."
"You have had bundles of chats with me to remember. Don't flatter me."
"I wish I was there, doing this face to face."
"You never stop being greedy."
"You never stop making me greedy."
I was becoming jealous seeing how they were going on and on with the banter. A sense of awkwardness was growing around me, but at the same time, I couldn't pretend oblivious to the bulging growth in my pants.
"You shouldn't forget that my husband is also sitting here."
Meera suddenly brought me back to reality.
"Yeah, sure. Has he told you what he likes in the apartment?"
"He said the bed is way softer than the one at our home," Meera remarked cheekily and stole a glance at me. At the same time, she put her arm under mine, as if to smooth my response if any. "Along with a few other things." She added further.
"Now you are playing with my emotions, dear. Krish is no less smart to do it either. I'm gonna raise the cost of the flat." Desai said with a smile.
"In that case, Krish has got an idea to trick you," Meera said and looked at me, "invite him." She whispered. 
She leaned forward to reach my hand and adjusted the way I held the mobile phone. I couldn't ignore how she flashed a glimpse of her cleavage in the act.
"Desai, I made this call to invite you for our wedding anniversary. The coming Thursday. Please be our guest."
Desai spent two seconds verbalising his response.
"I'm pleased to receive this invitation. But I'm a bit hesitant to show up. It's a bit personal. My love and wishes will always stay with you. But, considering how I've been trying to move on, I would prefer to extend my greetings from a distance."
I was stunned by his refusal. He had rejected our invitation on our face.
"Yeah, we understand your dilemma. And we respect your choice." Meera said quickly. "But let me ask you one thing. What about the anniversary present? Are you gonna courier it to our address?"
I ended up giggling at her response.
"This lady will never let me rest, Krish." Desai blurted. "How would you like it?"
"I would like it if you handed it by yourself."
"There should be another way." Desai leaned back on his chair.
"This is the way."
Desai laughed at her cinematic reference.
"This is the way." He casually nudged his hair strands behind his ear and then shook his head. "So be it. Will have to figure out a way to say no to you. You've been doing it with me for years but I haven't learnt a thing."
"Now that's your thing. Your presence on Thursday is confirmed, that's it."
Meera said and waved at him. He waved back at her.
"See you soon, Desai," I said and cut the phone.
 
"How do you come up with a reason to change his mind so easily?" I asked Meera.
"Honestly, I don't know. I just go with the flow and it happens."
"I just love it when you go with the flow."
"Yeah, I've noticed," She quipped.
 
Back at home, that night, I thought about how our emotions swung in different directions. Desai's apartment had been a place I hated for a long time. I was infuriated when Desai took me there for the first time. I could not stand the sight of the dining table then. I was haunted for many days by the imagination of my wife's moans coming out of his master bedroom.
That day Desai offered me that flat and I rejected it immediately. I genuinely hated the place, and hence I genuinely hated the idea of owning it.
But my second visit to the same place had the opposite effect. I loved the place. When I looked at the dining table, I could not stop my arousal. I wanted to replicate what Desai had done to Meera. And then I went on to his master bedroom and lived the pleasure of being Desai to immerse both me and Meera in absolute ecstasy. In the end, by the time we returned, we had a sense of achievement that we were going to own that flat. We loved the idea of going back there and starting to live there.
Meera had the same feelings which she confirmed when I asked her which flat she would prefer to sell off later.
"Let's sell the flat in Maithrei's building."
She said.
It meant she preferred living in Desai's apartment.
 
We decided to move into the new flat immediately after our upcoming wedding anniversary. I called Desai and told him that we were ready to buy the flat. Desai thanked me.
"You've just eased my life, friend. Last time when I came to Pune I had dinner with Maithrei. After the dinner she expected me to take her to my place. Any of my places. That's how it had been in the past. But I didn't take her to any place. And I like to keep it the same way. I'm gonna sell off my villa as well."
"You're gonna cut your roots with this city, aren't you?"
"I'm gonna get rid of the temptations. That's it. My roots are in Shimoga."
He said.
 
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For the anniversary, we had invited all the residents of our building, along with a few friends from the nearby flats. We also invited two of Meera's old colleagues - Anagha and Nelson. Anagha brought her child along. Three of my friends and their families were invited. And I invited Ashish at the last moment, after getting Meera's node.
The event was planned to conduct at the party hall on the ground floor of our building. A local event organiser was hired for making the arrangements.
I was so busy making the anniversary a grand event that I eventually forgot one important thing. Anniversary gift for Meera.
It had been at the back of my mind but I could not act on it until very late. When I asked Meera what she wanted as an anniversary gift, she did not welcome it.
"You finally had to ask me, Krish! What timing!" She said. "I have never asked for any gifts in the past, and I won't do it in future too. I like surprises though, like the saree you gifted me on our first anniversary. Now you make it look like you're doing it for the sake of it. It's just part of your arrangements."
I was taken aback by her response. I wondered what was happening in my life. It was the first time Meera had thrown any sign of tantrum as a wife.
For once, I wondered if our love was becoming sour. 
 
The next morning I went shopping and bought a fabulous saree for Meera. I thought Meera would wear it during the anniversary event. But my attempt to impress my wife fell flat again when I presented the saree to her.
"How can I wear it without a matching blouse, Krish? Yes, the blouse piece is there but there's no time to stitch it!"
"It's just a blouse, Meera. It hardly takes a day for a tailor to stitch one blouse." I said.
"But all the good tailors I know have busy schedules. They won't accept this order at the last moment because it will disturb their present commitments. Another thing, the saree you bought is so beautiful that I won't wear it with a simple blouse. It deserves a blouse that has some embroidery and beading work. It will take more time."
I was disappointed that my anniversary gift came of no use to her.
"Don't worry, baby." Meera consoled me. "More than the use of the gift, your attempt to make me happy is what matters. And I love what you chose for me."
She held me close and kissed my cheek. I felt better.
"What are you wearing for the event?" I wondered.
Meera said she was planning to wear a lehenga.
"I have also bought you a matching suit. I can't wait to see you in that." She added with a beautiful smile.
"I don't know what I would do without you, babe. I'm so happy."
I said.
"Don't worry, my boy," Meera laughed. "I'm not going anywhere."
**** **** **** ****
The anniversary was on Thursday. The arrangements were made at the large hall on the ground floor. The inside of the hall was decorated with flowers and balloons. Some photos from our wedding printed in large size were displayed. A beautifully decorated wooden table was placed on the raised platform at the farthest end, for the cake cutting. Another table was placed at one side for keeping the gifts. Cushioned chairs for the guests were arranged in front of the raised platform. Dining tables were placed further behind them. Food was kept in the small room behind the raised platform.
The arrangements were impressive.
Most of the guests arrived on time and assembled at the hall.
Meera wore an ivory and pink silk lehenga with a matching blouse adorned with stones and a pink chiffon veil. She looked stunning and her gorgeous smile simply made people forget to look away.
As she walked onto the stage I could not help but notice how her presence outshone every decorative light out there. The colour tone of her lehenga matched the white lights and pink balloons in the background, making it hard to believe that it was a mere coincidence.
The transparent dupatta though worn across her chest barely hid something for the onlookers' imagination. The equally transparent sleeves of her shimmery white stone embedded blouse gracefully exposed the beauty of her arms. The deep-cut neckline of her blouse teased a good amount of her cleavage. She chose not to wear any ornament around her neck and it simply helped her glowing skin gather all the attention. The blouse, despite all the embroidery and stonework, did not shy away from showing the shape of her breasts.
She wore the flared lehenga skirt an inch below her navel, which helped her flaunt the seductively beautiful navel button under the transparent dupatta.
Topping it all was a gorgeous face that never shied away from giving bright smiles to whoever she interacted with.
I wore the stylish suit gifted by her and stood with confidence. Everyone said we were made for each other and I felt proud.
 
The event went smoothly. We started with a short talk by Meera and me followed by cake cutting. We thanked the guests for joining us in the celebration. Drinks were served and music was played soon. The table on the stage was shifted inside the room to make space for some dancing. We danced first and then a few couples joined. It didn't last long though, as the kids started dominating the scene. We moved down and interacted with the guests, all cracking jokes and laughing wholeheartedly.
 
 
 
 
It was great fun.
All the outside guests except Desai had shown up on time, apart from all the families present in the building. Desai phoned me in between and said that his flight was delayed after a mishap occurred at Pune airport. Though he conveyed his worry that he wouldn't make it on time, I expressed my hope that he would make it. I told him he would be welcomed, no matter how late he arrived.
 
When Sheetal came with Pawan to meet me, I noticed Harish staring at her back from a few feet away. Sheetal looked beautiful wearing a beautiful well shaped churidar. I wondered if Harish was fancying his chances to have sex with her again.
She's your gone girl, dude. I said in my mind. I thought I should let Meera talk to him a few more times to know if he's seeing someone new. But I was sure he wouldn't think of anyone else but Meera after the event.
 
Sheetal whispered to Meera that she was not wearing vermilion and Meera said she forgot it as she had hurried while getting ready. Meera looked apologetically at me and I said it's okay.
"Nobody is gonna doubt your marital status, at least not today," I said. The ladies had a good laugh.
Harish and Girish were heads-over-heels already when they saw Meera. They tried to flirt with her while on stage and I had to admit their guts. I noticed how Harish was eating up her alive with his eyes, and I enjoyed it.
Ashish thanked me for remembering him. He reminded me that he usually avoids such parties.
"But you guys are special, how can I say no to you?" He asked, smiling at us both.
He left early though.
As we spent the night being the centre of attraction of all those around us, I noticed how the other men were using the opportunity to enjoy the beauty of Meera. As we interacted with those men who were earlier named by Narayan uncle, I was thrilled to see their eyes lingering on Meera - her lips, neck, cleavage, and even her belly - and I felt aroused. It was a moment when I badly missed Desai.
I wanted to know how he would separate himself from the other men.
 
Eventually, the dinner was served.
The dining area had enough tables to accommodate all the guests in one go and it helped us finish the party on time. We were able to wrap up the party before 11 o'clock. We got the help of our night watchman Fernandes to move all the gifts to our house.
 
As we returned to our flat I noticed the news among the notifications on my mobile.
'Air India Flight Overshoots at the Pune.'
I was curious and switched on the news on TV. It was breaking news.
 
"A major mishap was averted at the Pune airport after a domestic Air India flight overshot the runway during landing. The incident took place at around 8 pm. The Air India flight, from Bangalore to Pune, overran the runway and skidded after landing..."
Meera was beginning to change and she returned to the hall.
"Was Desai on this flight?"
She asked.
"I think so."
I said and phoned Desai immediately. The doorbell rang before the call went. I cut the phone call and answered the door.
It was Desai.


Chapter to be continued...

[krish_999]

Chapter 27 continues...



My heartbeats got faster at the sudden sight of the big man. He looked at his stylish best, wearing a grey suit and chin-length long hair.

"I sent you an invitation. And you still turned your entry into a big surprise!" I said and invited him inside.
"Sorry Krish, it wasn't my day. I couldn't make it on time." He apologized right away while shaking hands with me.
I said I was trying to contact him. He smiled and noticed the news on TV. "It's not in our hands. Thank God nothing serious happened." I said.
 
Meera was still standing in front of the TV. She came forward and shook hands with Desai. I noticed that her dupatta was missing. I was a bit jealous that Desai was greeted with such a stunning display of beauty on his arrival. For a moment I remembered how we were fantasizing about him at his flat a few days ago. I remembered how Meera was looking at me and imagining Desai in me, mouthing an absolutely crazy sentence - "the next time I want you to fuck my mouth, Susheel."
I wondered what if Desai knew about our secret fantasies.
 
"I was watching the news. You started all this?" Meera asked him casually. Desai laughed.
"Yeah, I've started all that."
"For what?"
"Who wouldn't love some drama?"
He said and Meera laughed.
 
We sat in the hall and Desai gave us the complete story of what he had to go through since he boarded that flight.
"Today I realised why they keep asking the passengers to remain seated with the belt on while landing. The flight had landed on the runway. Then there was a huge shake; I felt like I was being thrown in the air, but thanks to the seatbelt I didn't fly. Nobody did fly, but everyone screamed - there were 152 people on board. The shaking continued just for a few seconds. The flight had skidded off the runway after landing..."
He went on.
All the passengers were safely evacuated after the aircraft deployed its emergency chutes. The plane was then towed back onto the runway and was taken to the parking bay. All the passengers went through formal medical exams and security checks which caused the delay in his arrival. Nobody was injured though. The incident also resulted in delays for many other passenger flights that were scheduled for take-off or landing. It took close to two hours before Airport operations were normalised.
"It was my first-time emergency experience onboard," Desai added. He again apologized, this time for showing up empty-handed.
"I had my plan to buy a fabulous gift for you. But it didn't work out."
"That's a great excuse for showing up without a gift." Meera teased him. "Forget about Krish. I thought I was special to you."
"I know I've disappointed you. But I promise you I'll make up for that later. Until then, I would like to present you guys a small gift which I picked up during the flight."
He opened his briefcase and took out two bottles. A whiskey and foreign brand wine. I was happy but Meera didn't react the same way.
"Booze?" Meera asked. "It's the worst gift I've received tonight."
"The wine is for you. The whiskey is for Krish." Desai said.
"I will accept my gift," I said. I grabbed the whiskey bottle and added, "no celebration is complete without the taste of a great whiskey."
"But not on your anniversary as it will give you a bad smell. It's not a nice thing for tonight," Meera warned.
"It depends. You can avoid it by having a drink by yourself." I said. "You're joining us, aren't you?"
"Of course, today is my anniversary too, baby!" She said and got up. "You make the drinks. I need to change this lehenga."
She began to proceed to the room but Desai stopped her.
"Don't change. You look extremely gorgeous. Don't change, please."
Meera stood there for a moment, staring at him.
"I thought you had moved on." She said with a smirk.
"Yeah, he has moved on. But he hasn't stopped admiring your beauty." I retorted.
Meera glanced at me.
"Krish, you can also tell me this is his new trick to impress me."
I smiled. Desai spoke before I could speak.
"I would always try to impress you, it's my nature. But I'll do it without breaching your boundaries. That's my promise."
I thought he was getting serious with his reply. But Meera didn't want to spare him.
"What was your idea to impress me tonight? Coming without any gift?" She asked.
"He already told you how the circumstances put him in this situation." I defended him.
"You have become his spokesman," Meera told me. "But his excuse will not work. He should find a way to compensate if he meant any of your words."
"You're just making me feel like a loser again. I'll have to go fetch something." Desai said and I interrupted.
"Meera, you are so special to him that he's ready to gift you himself if you accept."
Meera giggled, "don't try to play your fantasy here." She came to me and pinched my cheek. Desai was watching her antics.
"Have you decided about the gift?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he nodded and got up from his sofa. "I'm going to find something."
He began to leave and that's when Meera stopped playing.
"Don't be serious. The joke is over. Sit down." She said and moved in front of him. He tried to move sideways and evade her. But she responded by holding him first and then moving right in front of him. She softly pushed him back towards the sofa. I didn't notice it in the heat of the moment, but they were making a lot of casual body touches.
Desai returned to the sofa and Meera went to the kitchen to bring the glasses.
"Does she still think I'm trying to impress her?" Desai asked me while she was gone.
"She's joking, Desai," I said.
"What do you think? Am I trying to impress her?"
"I believe not. Are you still trying to impress her?"
"Not intentionally. But she still controls my heartbeats. Unconsciously I'm still longing for her. That means I'm still trying to impress her, even though I hate to admit that. But you can trust me now that I'm not scheming to win her affection. I know this is the closest I've come to you guys as a friend. I don't want to spoil it. This may be the last time we're gonna sit and chat, so I would like to keep good memories only."
Meera returned with glasses and I thought she heard his last sentence. I quickly arranged the glasses on the centre table and asked Meera about her choice of drink.
"I will have wine only." She said.
I began to open the whiskey bottle and looked at Desai. "You've made your choice, haven't you?"
Desai smiled as if he was in a dilemma.
"You get to sit with her if you have whiskey. You can sit with me if you have wine. Choose wisely." I said.
"What type of offer is that?" Meera asked.
"That's his offer. It's interesting. What's yours?" Desai asked her.
"The one with a bad smell will get a smooch from her. And the one without a bad smell will get to watch." I said.
"Stop cracking bad jokes, please!" Meera pushed me away.
"You make your offer." Desai insisted. Meera looked at him and then turned to me.
"I'll make a small change. The gentleman without a bad smell will get a smooch from me."
Desai laughed aloud.
"That's a great offer. Now the gentleman Krish is under pressure to earn that smooch. But you'll have to forget the whiskey."
"What type of offer is that?" I asked. "Our offers are contradictory."
"You'll find out soon."
Meera said and poured wine into her glass. I scratched my head and then grabbed the whiskey. "I'll get the smooch later." I winked at Meera while pouring it into my glass.
The next second, Desai grabbed the wine and poured it into his glass.
"Sorry Krish, too much on offer this side."
I watched Meera's face turn red in a second. Desai had taken the first step to seize his moment.
"What has just happened?"
Meera wondered. I tried to imagine Meera leaning over Desai to land a kiss on his mouth. I wanted to stop thinking before it aroused me but I could not.
"He's already dreaming about that smooch from you," I told her. "But you can change it by choosing whiskey and getting a smooch from me."
"To hell with your offers!" Meera raised her wine glass. "Join me."
Desai raised his glass too. "I hope I don't get a bad smell with this." He blurted with a wink at me and added, "so you are going to watch me getting that smooch, aren't you?"
I nodded with confidence, "Yes, I'm." Back in my mind I again saw Desai's and Meera's lips touching.
No. Stop it. I yelled inside me.
I raised my glass with theirs. I and Desai took the first sip while Meera waited for a second to follow.
"Now Desai will sit with me since he has the wine," I said.
"I have stopped playing." Meera declared.
"No you can't do that," Desai got up and shifted to my sofa. "A deal is a deal, right?" He sat close to me and smiled.
"You are turning into an opportunist..." Meera accused him. "...just because this is your last last chance to sit and chat with us?"
Desai smiled. "Yes, this is my last last chance."
"And after that, you're gonna find another woman? Or, have you already found one in Shimoga?"
"I might not find one anywhere soon. People see me as a businessman. There's way too much respect, probably because they see too much value in me. Women don't usually consider themselves equal to me. It takes some confidence to do that but it's rare to be found."
"Good luck with your search."
"The good thing is that I have figured out what I want. There's an ideal person whose qualities I can look for."
Meera turned to me. "Did you notice? He's still trying to flirt with me."
"He was telling me that. When you went to the kitchen he told me his heart still beats for you." I said. Meera gave him a look.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Meera." Desai held his palms up. "I was just stating a fact."
Meera stared at him for an unusually long moment.
"I like you more now," she said in the end, "because you are scared of me."
I couldn't help but notice how Meera's bare belly was on display for Desai. I wished he looked at it and enjoyed the beauty of it.
But he was paying more attention to her face, enthralled by her words.
"Do you like all then men who are scared of you?"
He asked as if conceding her opinion.
"No," Meera quipped. "I said I like you when you are scared of me."
Now I was equally paying attention to her words.
"You're playing with his feelings, baby. Don't do it." I said.
"You both are playing with my feelings. But I understand that today is your anniversary. I am happy to play along, for the happiness of the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
"Such a flirt," Meera smiled at him and then turned to me. "He's right though. Today is our day, baby."
She came to me and kissed my cheek before letting me take a sip from her wine.
"Happy anniversary, my darling." She whispered to me.
"Happy anniversary to you too, my love," I said.
Desai cleared his throat.
"Kick the offer out of the window for a moment and kiss your man, Meera."
Meera giggled and reached to push him away lightly. I grabbed the opportunity to hold her face and kissed her on the lips.
"I love you."
I whispered.
I was thrilled by the fact that Desai was sitting inches away from us, watching me kiss the dream woman of his life. If I hadn't been aware of my hardness until then, I sensed it greatly after that. I secretly wished Desai to notice my bulge. I wanted him to imagine me plunging my dick deep into Meera's pussy.
"You guys make me so jealous."
I heard Desai's voice, much to my delight.
"I'm pleased to hear that." Meera quipped. But she soon moved back and sat on the single-seater sofa, saying she did not want to make him jealous anymore. My eyes fell at her belly folds as she sat down, and I knew Desai would be equally desperate to catch a glimpse of them.
 
We spoke about random things while enjoying the drinks. I asked Desai about his duration of stay in Pune. He was going to spend two nights and one day in the city.
"I still have some dealings to be wound up. I'm making good use of short visits like this," he said.
"What about Maithrei?" Meera asked. "Do you still have dealings with her?"
"No. She's on her own now. I don't think she will need me again." Desai said, his eyes fixed on her face. I felt he was looking for a response. A response that she wouldn't otherwise express through words.
"Maithrei is happy with my help. She has offered me a chance to buy an apartment on her property." I said.
"That's great!" Desai turned to me. "And, are you buying?"
"Yes, we're considering it," Meera said quickly.
"Good. Investment for future," Desai smiled. "So you're going to own two flats very soon. That's great."
He was referring to our plan to purchase his flat too. I was surprised that he didn't think about us deciding against buying it.
"But we haven't decided on your flat," Meera said. I thought she was casually starting a negotiation.
"Stop joking, dear. I know you are going to buy my flat." Desai said confidently.
"How can you be so sure?" We asked together.
"I just know. I also know you are going to live there. Maithrei's apartment is just an investment for the future."
"Your flat can also be just an investment opportunity," Meera argued.
"No," Desai said. "I can tell you several reasons to suggest why you're not going to put my flat on sale in near future. You are going to live there. Firstly, my flat is in a ready to move-in condition. Maithrei's flat may be ready, but a part of the building is still under construction. It will take a few months to turn it into a lively place." He said to me and then looked at Meera. "Secondly, I know Meera, you have a knack for aesthetics. You'd love some greenery around you. You love the morning sun. My flat has balconies that are well-positioned to give you excellent mornings. It has enough place to grow your favourite plants. Maithrei's apartment is constructed to satisfy busy professionals who don't have time to notice the beauty of such things."
Meera smiled at him, "Mmm... Yeah, you've learnt a few things about me."
Desai went on, "And the last and the equally important observation. I still remember how you looked when you guys video-called me from my flat. And I know a bit about Krish. He's a great guy who's always seeking to spice up his life. You had great intimate fun in the master bedroom there."
"What!" Meera's voice eclipsed my shock. "Have you put a camera there too?"
Her response simply validated his point.
Desai laughed and shook his head sideways.
"No, I'm well past that age. I have matured, thanks to you."
Meera looked at me and giggled. "Did we have sex at his flat, Krish?"
"No," I said.
Meera turned to Desai.
"See, we didn't do it. It is just your imagination."
Desai laughed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. It was just my imagination."
Meera looked down for a second and then looked straight into his eyes. She slowly blossomed into a shy smile and ran her fingers behind her ear, as if to brush a hair strand behind it. I could see her eyes on a duel with Desai.
"You and your imagination!" Meera blurted, without averting her eyes. The shyness on her face was gradually giving way to confidence. "Be honest with me, Susheel. What is your stand now? Have you moved on, truly?"
"I wish," Desai's voice was so soft that I felt he was struggling to talk. "I wish I could move on."
"So you haven't."
"But I'm good."
"Do you miss me?"
"Every day."
"Do you still dream about me?"
Desai nodded affirmatively.
"What do you dream?"
Desai averted his eyes off her face to throw a glance at me. Meera noticed it.
"Don't worry about Krish. He would also want to know what you dream about his wife."
She said. I acknowledged with a nod.
Desai kept his glass down and spoke softly.
"My dreams are about everything I can't do with you. I see myself having a drink with you. I see your hand in mine. I feel the softness of your fingers. Your smile. Your eyes are on me. And the feel of your hair. I dream about having dinner with you. And then holding you close to my heart and sharing a kiss."
Meera was not looking away even for a second. My whole body was suddenly getting warmer as I felt they were having an intense conversation in that they were going to share things they were holding back for months.
"Why stop at sharing a just kiss?" I asked.
"Krish!" Meera warned me, albeit with a teasing smile.
"See, it's his imagination. He can do anything in it, can't he?" I retorted.
Desai looked at us alternatively.
"I value our friendship more than my fantasies. Otherwise, I would love to do a lot." He said.
"But most of his fantasies are silly," Meera looked at me.
"There must be those which are not silly," I said. "It's just that he isn't sharing it."
"The way you guys are making fun of my situation is making me better," Desai said. "I have done a lot of bad things to you. But I know a bit of thing about you. You are having fun. I've been a catalyst to spice up your sex life. Do you involve me in your fantasies?"
His question was a bit too personal and I was immediately put on alert. But Meera didn't have the same concern.
"Yes, we do have you in our fantasies."
I saw Desai's eyes bulging. He looked at me and I went with the flow.
"But only after your change of heart."
"I'm so pleased to hear this," Desai said. "Krish has always been a fantastic person. He's always looking for fun. I've even tried to emulate him in some way."
I suddenly feared he was going to speak about Ananya. I was sure it would piss off Meera.
"That's why you've let him watch you having sex with Maithrei, isn't it?" Meera asked, making me realise my worry was misplaced.
"Oh, you've told her that too?" Desai looked at me.
"Just a bit." I blurted.
"No, he told me how you did it. He has seen it all." Meera said again. She was lying. I had only told her that I had just one look at the scene before I fled.
Desai smiled at me.
"Told you, I know something about your husband. He is special."
Suddenly I was feeling like he was looking down at me.
"You know a lot about my husband, mister," Meera remarked.
"Yeah, I like to watch." I declared in the heat of the moment. "He didn't disappoint me. It was a great sight. Maithrei was like, oh, I don't want to talk about it now. She's a friend."
"How about watching me get a kiss your wife now? You haven't forgotten the offer, have you?"
Desai asked. He didn't look at Meera directly. But I was sure he was watching her through the corner of his eyes.
I didn't know what to say.
"You are sitting with me, not with her. How she's going to kiss you now? And she has already kissed me."
I argued.
"Don't worry about it. I will stand up and hold her close and then let her kiss me. Like in my dream."
"Then I'll take a watch."
I challenged.
"Are you guys still talking about me?"
Meera intervened.
"Come on, give him a smooch and end it, baby."
I said. I had to control myself to hide my excitement. Even the distant thought of watching Meera kiss Desai was making me aroused.
"I know you like to watch a lot of me. Such a pervert." Meera scoffed. "But it's not happening."
"You're showing fake hatred. You've told me you don't hate him anymore. And you've promised him you'd kiss him if he took wine. Now you have to keep your promise."
I said. I was suddenly becoming desperate to watch them kiss. I knew it was my 'last last chance' to witness the unlikely romance.
"Don't push me too much. You know you don't have the will to stop me."
She challenged.
"Go ahead. I know how to stop it."
I replied.
Meera looked at me and got up from her chair. My heart skipped many beats. My wife was going to kiss the man she hated the most, right in front of my eyes! It was crazy that our stupid fun chat was taking things beyond my expectation.
"Come on, Susheel. It's the anniversary night and you are being invited."
She extended her arm to him. Desai got up and gladly grabbed her hand.
"I must be dreaming it."
I watched him take her both hands at first. She turned to her left to make him turn accordingly, just to make sure I had the view. I felt she was doing it only for me.
 
I had witnessed bigger moments in my life. I had seen Meera with many men. I had seen Meera doing various things to them. I have witnessed her crying in pleasure while getting her pussy filled with another man's cum. I had seen her head going up and down on another man's dick. I had lived those moments while thinking there cannot be a moment bigger than that.
But here, as I was preparing to witness Meera getting kissed by yet another man, I realised one thing. It's not the act that made a moment bigger. It was rather the person who she was with.
This time it was none other than Desai, and there had never been a person who chased us like him. He had had sex with her already, two years ago, and he had got a kiss and blowjob from her, this year itself, but still, I felt this moment was bigger than all.
Because she had my permission this time. Because she was doing it for me.
And I was going to enjoy it.
 
And then, it happened.
I didn't blink as Desai put his arm around her bare belly and pulled her closer to his body. I saw her breasts being pressed against his body. And I saw Meera pushing her lips into his mouth. He slightly opened it and welcomed her lips, and Meera closed her eyes the moment it happened. I anticipated the moment in which he opened his mouth and devoured her lips all the way.
It was his last last chance, as I was told.
But he just held their lips together for just two seconds and then pulled back. I was as surprised as Meera. She opened her eyes and looked at him confused.
"Thank you, Meera. I'll remember this moment forever."
He licked his lips lightly.
"Why will you remember it?" She asked.
"Because this is a first time experience with you. You've never been kind to me like this."
"But I thought you just lost a chance." I interrupted, hiding my disappointment.
"Why?"
He turned his head to me, his arms still around her.
"She was so ready, you could have had a lot more fun," I said.
"Krish!" Meera's voice again sounded like a warning to me.
"I know that, but I can't be greedy. I'll do the rest in my dream tonight." Desai looked back at her eyes. She smiled and patted his chin.
"Your dream!" She said. "I know what you would do in your dream."
"I'm a man who needed saving. In my dream, you save me, always." Desai's voice was softer than a moment earlier. If he ignored me and proceeded to take Meera to my bedroom at that moment, I wouldn't have minded. I was so desperate to watch him do it.
But thankfully, Desai did not have the power to read my mind.
 
Meera slowly freed herself from his embrace.
"It's over, for now, mister." She said with a smirk. "Now you must be hungry. Let's finish the party."
Her voice was low. I felt her energy to play games evaporated after the kiss. For a moment, I felt she was disappointed by Desai's sloppy kiss. Meera avoided eye contact with Desai as she grabbed her dupatta and wore it across her chest to suggest it was time to wrap it up.
 
That was the first time I thought about the food. It was more than half an hour since his arrival and we hadn't thought about it even once.
I felt bad that I didn't order anything online yet.
"It's okay. There was enough food left at the party hall." Meera said. "The catering guys might not have left. We can take Desai there and get him dinner."
"Ok then let me finish this drink." I grabbed my whiskey glass. It had more than half the glass left.
"You and your whiskey!" Meera pushed me and grabbed Desai's hand. "I'm taking him down there. You can finish your drink and follow us. Don't be late."
She instructed while walking away.
"Our friend must be hungry. What are you gonna do if there's no food left?" I asked without getting up.
"Don't worry. I know how to satisfy Desai's hunger and thirst." Meera said boldly.
Desai shook his head.
"If there's nothing, I'll be having you. I've never been hungry like this, Krish knows it very well."
I laughed, "you can have her, for sure."
I knew that we all were revealing our desperation bit by bit. Even though I just went with the flow, I quickly wondered if I had permitted him to 'have her'.
 
The thought returned to my mind soon after they went to the party hall.
Have I permitted them?
The kiss they shared was still fresh in my memory. It was a light kiss, without turning into a lustful one. With my permission, they could repeat the kiss at the party hall, and I was sure they would turn it into something else.
The expected presence of catering guys or our gatekeeper was going to be a hindrance to them, I thought. But it was tempting to imagine them walking into an empty hall, and I had never been good at stopping my imagination.
I kept sipping my drink while letting my wild imaginations grow in my head. By the time I finished the drink, I found my palm on my crotch, casually feeling the hardness of my erection. It was hard, and screaming for attention. I felt the need to pee, and it was just an excuse to walk into the bathroom. I pulled it out and became fresh in a minute, but I was unable to put it back. My fingers made a circle around it, and my mind ran down the staircase to follow my wife and Desai to the party hall. There, I visualised them engaged in a deep kiss, in a dark corner. I imagined Desai pushing Meera against the wall and pushing his lips and tongue between her lips, trying to suck all the juice from her mouth. Her arms were spread out and pressed against the wall, and I heard her moaning into his mouth. Her breasts would shiver due to heavy panting, and soon it would attract his attention. He was able to control his eyes in my presence, but there, in solitude, he would not shy away from expressing his thirst to feel them. He would kiss them over her blouse and dupatta, and then he would squeeze them at his will. Then he will drop down to his knees and press his mouth into her soft belly. He would dart his tongue into the small hole and lick around it to make her giggle. And his palms would compete with each other, measuring the softness of her round ass.
My hand had begun to move slowly, and I felt my dick growing further, in sync with my imagination.
"If I were on my own, I would end up getting much more from him. I know you wouldn't mind that." I remembered Meera's words and wondered how far she would go if she had the chance.
I remembered our experience on the train, many months ago. During that eventful journey, I had given her permission to do some illicit fun with a stranger named Jai. She gave him enough fun while I secretly watched, but she ended up receiving more than she desired as Jai broke into the toilet and subjected her to the pleasure of kinky oral sex. He not only managed to eat her pussy well but also taught her the experience of getting her ass hole licked. When she narrated the experience to me, I was aroused so much that I replicated that act by giving her the same sort of pleasure.
I knew Desai would be ready to do the same if he got a chance. I imagined Meera turning her back to him, and Desai pressing his mouth into her ass crack. Over the skirt first, he would soon be dying to go under it. He would pull down her panty and straightaway attach his mouth to her. He would run his tongue along the crack, splitting her ass cheeks with his hands.
I visualised Meera bending forward and moaning with pleasure. My erection had reached its peak and then it burst. I directed the stream into the commode and breathed quickly.
"Oh my..." I let out a groan.
 
I felt exhausted when I came out of the washroom and I felt bad. Because I feared I wouldn't be any good in bed for a few hours. It was our anniversary. She deserved some fun, especially after the teasing game with Desai, I thought.
I looked at the clock. It was quarter past twelve. I poured a half drink for myself and finished it in one go and decided to go to the party hall. I thought Desai would have finished dinner by then.
 
I walked down the stairs and approached the party hall. The door at its entrance was closed, and the minimal lights coming through side window glasses meant only one or two lights inside were switched on. It was exactly as I had imagined while shagging in the bathroom.
I became alert in a few seconds.
I was sure Meera and Desai were inside there, and they could be doing anything.
Is it the night?
I wondered with a sense of loss. My dick was hard again, throbbing inside my pants. I wanted to adjust it by touching it. I was getting tensed and my heart was thumping hard. I went near the door and saw that it was not locked from either side. I couldn't push it open though.
Suddenly I heard someone moving behind me.
"Haven't slept yet, sir?"
I turned shockingly to the source of the voice and I saw Fernandes walking over to me with Sadashiv just behind him. Fernandes was the night watchman on duty, and Sadashiv, it seemed, hadn't left after the party. He was probably hanging around with his colleague.
"Hi," I blurted, attempting to hide my shock. "Yeah, I mean, I was checking if the party guys left the scene in an orderly manner," I said.
"It was a great night, sir. Everything was great. What is there to worry about now?"
Sadashiv said with a happy face. And he properly closed the door from the outside and locked it with the key in his hand!
I didn't know what to do.
I knew I had to get the key to free Meera and Desai. Otherwise, they would be stuck inside it until the morning. I foresaw Meera spending the whole night in there, with Desai. Suddenly I woke up from my fantasy world, and I didn't want to see it happen.
"You can give me the key, Sadashiv. I'll have a look at the condition of the hall in the morning." I demanded.
"You don't have to worry about it, sir. It was your day to celebrate. Go and sleep. We'll take care of the hall. You can wake up late in the morning."
Fernandes said.
I was irritated but I had to control my anger. I had to be very careful. The last thing I wanted was to get them suspicious.
I almost started walking back, pretending to go back to my apartment. I was already searching for reasons to reopen the hall before it was too late.
I would say I've dropped my purse there, I thought.
"Did you hear that noise?"
I heard Fernandes' asking Sadashiv and stopped.
"Yes... I too heard something."
Sadashiv said and looked around. A bolt of lightning passed through my heart and I forgot to breathe. Fernandes looked at me.
"A strange noise came from the hall. I doubt there's a dog trapped in there. The leftover food vessels are still there. The dog will make a mess in there."
"It's okay, leave it. Don't..."
I began to say but Sadashiv had already handed the key to Fernandes. The latter quickly opened the door and walked in.
I prepared myself to play down the embarrassment when they would find my wife with a stranger in the dining hall, even though the latter would be just having dinner. I was sure Sadashiv would identify him.
I should have told them the truth that one of my guests was late and he's having dinner there.
I thought. I knew if it was too late to come up with the truth.
However, my hasty thought process was halted the moment I walked into the hall.
There was no sign of Desai and Meera.
For one moment, I thought they didn't make it to the dining hall.
Then where else?
The thought was enough to raise my heartbeats higher. Where are they gone? Where has he taken her to?
I felt a hurry to turn back and take a walk to every corner of the parking area. There were many cars parked there. There were poorly lit corners. He could take my wife there.
Or maybe, there could be a car that Desai brought. Desai could take her in it and do anything he wanted.
He knew she was ready.
He knew I was excited.
What else does he need?
For one moment, I imagined Desai sitting inside a car with his face upward, and Meera's head going up and down on his lap.
 
"Careful, Fernandes."
Sadashiv's whispery warning for his partner turned my attention back to where I was. Sadashiv was just behind him. I gathered myself and followed them.
"Silence, guys," Fernandes put a finger across his lips and whispered. "We don't want to scare the dog. We don't want to be attacked."
"Come on guys... It's too late to fight a dog..."
I blurted in a weak voice and helplessly followed them.
Fernandes kept looking under the dining tables while moving forward.
"There's nothing here," he said as he reached the other end of the aisle and stepped onto the raised platform.
"There..." Sadashiv pointed towards the closed door of the backroom. Fernandes nodded at him before pushing it open with his feet.
I was right behind them and what I saw nearly dropped me unconscious.
Meera was there, clad in just her skirt!
"Hey...!!!" A noise came out of Meera's throat and she crossed her hands across her chest. Her upper half was completely naked and her breasts were on full display before she tried to hide it by crossing her arms in front of her. But she realised it wasn't helping much - I could still see her erect nipples - and she brought her palms over each breast quickly. Her eyes reflected the horror in my mind; I noticed it before she turned around to evade the watchmen's shocked eyes. But her topless back was no less than a stunning view, though a small part of it was covered by her hair.
Everyone was stunned, as nobody was able to speak.
So was Desai who was standing like a ghost at one arm's distance from Meera. His grey jacket along with Meera's blouse and chiffon veil was lying on a plastic chair like a laundry pile, a few feet away from him.
All the buttons of his shirt were open and - visually more striking- the fly and the belt of his pants were still open until he hurriedly closed the zipper.

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[Givemeextra]

 . . . . . . . . . 

All the buttons of his shirt were open and - visually more striking- his pants and belt were still open, until he hurriedly closed the zipper.

Even watchman has got a look now , not just Krish

Looks final action is going to begin... Eager to read how they both moved there (what discussions happened when krish was away that led to this) and what eventually is going to happen next

Oh the pain of waiting for some good 

[Sagar s]

Fabulous

[Rooban94]

Superb

[trexpredator6]

Getting bit over comolexed with the watchman bit.

[desihunter]

Superb

[themaskeditor]

@krish_999, You are the master of the craft.

[Ro.hitbig]

Like expected, it is anniversary day things moved to next level oncr again.
Still feeling it is a complete setup by maithrei and desai. How come everytime right after maithrei part desai comes into picture with hose selling offer. 
Once @manasi told there's nothing called love, if meera wants she does it whether krish allows or not. Same thing happened here, otherwise which lovely wife, who feels guilty every time she crosses the line, does adultery right on anniversary night. Now that she knew desai has hots for her still, his statement about not in contact with maithrei only make her do this willingly. If one wants to forget everything, Who would like to sleep on same bed where she fucked other guy earlier and she was eager to buy and stay there only. ?

From here on two things are possible, one meera after getting caught by gatekeeper worries about dignity and shifts directly to desai flat, which they want to buy, and welcome krish with sex on same bed with desai. If that happens desai is gonna be in their life for longer as meera never let it end just with single time. 
If it's a trap, maithrei and krish kiss gonna break the marriage bond and meera lives with desai in their flat. I feel it happens more likely. 
Hope meera does not cry this time saying i completely forgot about you after getting into act. This is the lowest point in meera life till now where she stooped down to this right in her apartments.

[Orukathaisollattuma]

Oh man now I really wish to you are
Surprise us by your next update tonight.
Can't waiting for next.

[Orukathaisollattuma]

Climax I ejaculated

[Orukathaisollattuma]

Thanks krish

[rv3443]

Chapter 27 continues...


My heartbeats got faster at the sudden sight of the big man. He looked at his stylish best, wearing a grey suit and chin length long hair.

"I sent you an invitation. And you still turned your entry into a big surprise!" I said and invited him inside.
"Sorry Krish, it wasn't my day. I couldn't make it on time." He apologized right away, while shaking hands with me.
I said I was trying to contact him. He smiled and noticed the news on TV. "It's not in our hands. Thank God nothing serious happened." I said.

Meera was still standing in front of TV. She came forward and shook hands with Desai. I noticed that her dupatta was missing. I was a bit jealous that Desai was greeted with such a stunning display of beauty on his arrival. For a moment I remembered how we were fantasizing about him at his flat a few days ago. I remembered how Meera was looking at me and imagining Desai in me, mouthing an absolutely crazy sentence - "the next time I want you to fuck my mouth, Susheel." 
I wondered what if Desai knew about our secret fantasies.

"I was watching the news. You started all this?" Meera asked him casually. Desai laughed.
"Yeah, I've started all that."
"For what?"
"Who wouldn't love some drama?"
He said and Meera laughed.

We sat in the hall and Desai gave us the complete story of what he had to go through since he boarded that flight. 
"Today I realised why they keep asking the passengers to remain seated with the belt on while landing. The flight had actually landed on the runway. Then there was a huge shake; I felt like I was being thrown in the air, but thanks to the seatbelt I didn't fly. Nobody did fly, but everyone screamed - there were 152 people on board. The shaking continued just for a few seconds. The flight had skidded off the runway after landing..."
He went on. 
All the passengers were safely evacuated after the aircraft deployed its emergency chutes. The plane was then towed back on to the runway and was taken to the parking bay. All the passengers went through formal medical exams and security checks which caused the delay in his arrival. Nobody was injured though. The incident also resulted in delays for many other passengers flights that were scheduled for take off or landing. It took close to two hours before Airport operations were normalised.
"It was my first time emergency experience on board." Desai added. He again apologized, this time for showing up empty handed.
"I had my plan to buy a fabulous gift for you. But it didn't work out."
"That's a great excuse for showing up without a gift." Meera teased him. "Forget about Krish. I thought I was special to you."
"I know I've disappointed you. But I promise you I'll make up for that later. Until then, I would like to present you guys a small gift which I picked up during the flight."
He opened his briefcase and took out two bottles. A whiskey and foreign brand wine. I was happy but Meera didn't react the same way.
"Booze?" Meera asked. "It's the worst gift I've received tonight."
"The wine is for you. The whiskey is for Krish." Desai said.
"I will accept my gift." I said. I grabbed the whiskey bottle and added, "no celebration is complete without the taste of a great whiskey."
"But not on your anniversary as it will give you a bad smell. It's not a nice thing for tonight," Meera warned.
"It depends. You can avoid it by having a drink by yourself." I said. "You're joining us, aren't you?"
"Of course, today is my anniversary too, baby!" She said and got up. "You make the drinks. I need to change this lehenga."
She began to proceed to the room but Desai stopped her.
"Don't change. You look extremely gorgeous. Don't change, please."
Meera stood there for a moment, staring at him.
"I thought you had moved on." She said with a smirk.
"Yeah he has moved on. But he hasn't stopped admiring your beauty." I retorted.
Meera glanced at me.
"Krish, you can also tell me this is his new trick to impress me."
I smiled. Desai spoke before I could speak.
"I would always try to impress you, it's my nature. But I'll do it without breaching your boundaries. That's my promise."
I thought he was getting serious with his reply. But Meera didn't want to spare him.
"What was your idea to impress me tonight? Coming without any gift?" She asked.

"He already told you how the circumstances put him in this situation." I defended him.
"You have become his spokesman." Meera told me. "But his excuse will not work. He should find a way to compensate, if he meant any of your words."
"You're just making me feel like a loser again. I'll have to go fetch something." Desai said and I interrupted.
"Meera, you are so special to him that he's ready to gift you himself, if you accept."
Meera giggled, "don't try to play your fantasy here." She came to me and pinched my cheek. Desai was watching her antics.
"Have you decided about the gift?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he nodded and got up from his sofa. "I'm going to find something."
He began to leave and that's when Meera stopped playing.
"Don't be serious. The joke is over. Sit down." She said and moved in front of him. He tried to move sideways and evade her. But she responded by holding him first then moving right in front of him. She softly pushed him back towards the sofa. I didn't notice it at the heat of the moment, but they were making a lot of casual body touches.
Desai returned to the sofa and Meera went to kitchen to bring the glasses.
"Does she still think I'm trying to impress her?" Desai asked me while she was gone.
"She's joking, Desai." I said.
"What do you think? Am I trying to impress her?"
"I belive not. Are you still trying to impress her?"
"Not intentionally. But she still controls my heartbeats. Unconsciously I'm still longing for her. That means I'm still trying to impress her, even though I hate to admit that. But you can trust me now that I'm not scheming to win her affection. I know this is the closest I've come to you guys as a friend. I don't want to spoil it. This maybe the last time we're gonna sit and chat, so I would like to keep good memories only."
Meera returned with glasses and I thought she heard his last sentence. I quickly arranged the glasses on the center table and asked Meera about her choice for drink.
"I will have wine only." She said.
I began to open whiskey bottle and looked at Desai. "You've made your choice, haven't you?"
Desai smiled, as if he was in a dilemma.
"You get to sit with her if you have whiskey. You can sit with me if you have wine. Choose wisely." I said.
"What type of offer is that?" Meera asked.
"That's his offer. It's interesting. What's yours?" Desai asked her.
"The one with a bad smell will get a smooch from her. And the one without a bad smell will get to watch." I said.
"Stop cracking bad jokes, please!" Meera pushed me away.
"You make your offer." Desai insisted. Meera looked at him and then turned to me.
"I'll make a small change. The gentleman without a bad smell will get a smooch from me."
Desai laughed aloud.
"That's a great offer. Now the gentleman Krish is under pressure to earn that smooch. But you'll have to forget the whiskey."
"What type of offer is that?" I asked. "Our offers are contradictory."
"You'll find out soon."
Meera said and poured wine into her glass. I scratched my head and then grabbed the whiskey. "I'll get the smooch later." I winked at Meera while pouring it into my glass.
The next second, Desai grabbed the wine and poured it into his glass.
"Sorry Krish, too much on offer this side."
I watched Meera's face turn red in a second. Desai had taken the first step to seize his moment.
"What has just happened?"
Meera wondered. I tried to imagine Meera leaning over Desai to land a kiss on his mouth. I wanted to stop thinking before it aroused me but I could not.
"He's already dreaming about that smooch from you." I told her. "But you can change it by choosing whiskey and getting a smooch from me."
"To hell with your offers!" Meera raised her wine glass. "Join me."
Desai raised his glass too. "I hope I don't get a bad smell with this." He blurted with a wink at me and added, "so you are going to watch me getting that smooch, aren't you?"

I nodded with confidence, "Yes, I'm." Back in my mind I again saw Desai's and Meera's lips touching.
No. Stop it. I yelled inside me.
I raised my glass with theirs. I and Desai took the first sip while Meera waited a second to follow.
"Now Desai will sit with me since he has the wine." I said.
"I have stopped playing." Meera declared.
"No you can't do that," Desai got up and shifted to my sofa. "A deal is a deal, right?" He sat close to me and smiled. 
"You are turning into an opportunist..." Meera accused him. "...just because this is your last last chance to sit and chat with us?"
Desai smiled. "Yes, this is my last last chance."
"And after that you're gonna find another woman? Or, have you already found one in Shimoga?"
"I might not find one anywhere soon. People see me as a businessman. There's way too much respect, probably because they see too much value in me. Women don't usually consider themselves equal to me. It takes some confidence to do that but it's rare to be found."
"Good luck for your search."
"The good thing is that I have figured out what I want. There's an ideal person whose qualities I can look for."
Meera turned to me. "Did you notice? He's still trying to flirt with me."
"He was telling me that. When you went to kitchen he told me his heart still beats for you." I said. Meera gave him a look.
"I didn't mean to offend you, Meera." Desai held his palms up. "I was just stating a fact."
Meera stared at him for an unusually long moment.
"I like you more now," she said in the end, "because you are scared of me."
I couldn't help but notice how Meera's bare belly was on display for Desai. I wished he looked at it and enjoyed the beauty of it.
But he was paying more attention to her face, enthralled by her words.
"Do you like all then men who are scared of you?"
He asked, as if conceding her opinion.
"No," Meera quipped. "I said I like you when you are scared of me."
Now I was equally paying attention to her words.
"You're playing with his feelings, baby. Don't do it." I said.
"You both are playing with my feelings. But I understand that today is your anniversary. I am happy to play along, for the happiness of the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
"Such a flirt," Meera smiled at him and then turned to me. "He's right though. Today is our day, baby."
She came to me and kissed on my cheek before letting me take a sip from her wine.
"Happy anniversary, my darling." She whispered to me.
"Happy anniversary to you too, my love." I said.
Desai cleared his throat.
"Kick the offer out of the window for a moment and kiss your man, Meera."
Meera giggled and reached to push him away lightly. I grabbed the opportunity to hold her face and kissed her on the lips.
"I love you."
I whispered.
I was thrilled by the fact that Desai was sitting inches away from us, watching me kiss the dream woman of his life. If I hadn't been aware of my hardness until then, I sensed it greatly after that. I secretly wished Desai to notice my bulge. I wanted him to imagine me plunging my dick deep into Meera's pussy.
"You guys make me so jealous."
I heard Desai's voice, much to my delight.
"I'm pleased to hear that." Meera quipped. But she soon moved back and sat on the single seater sofa, saying she did not want to make him jealous anymore. My eyes fell at her belly folds as she sat down, and I knew Desai would be equally desperate to catch a glimpse of them.

We spoke about random things while enjoying the drinks. I asked Desai about his duration of stay in Pune. He was going to spend two nights and one day in the city.
"I still have some dealings to be wound up. I'm making good use of short visits like this," he said.
"What about Maithrei?" Meera asked. "Do you still have dealings with her?"
"No. She's on her own now. I don't think she will need me again." Desai said, his eyes fixed at her face. I felt he was looking for a response. A response which she wouldn't otherwise express through words.
"Maithrei is happy with my help. She has offered me a chance to buy an apartment in her property." I said.
"That's great!" Desai turned to me. "And, are you buying?"
"Yes, we're considering it." Meera said quickly.
"Good. Investment for future," Desai smiled. "So you're going to own two flats very soon. That's great."
He was referring to our plan to purchase his flat too. I was surprised that he didn't think about us deciding against buying it.
"But we haven't taken a decision about your flat." Meera said. I thought she was casually starting a negotiation.

"Stop joking, dear. I know you are going to buy my flat." Desai said confidently.
"How can you be so sure?" We asked together.
"I just know. I also know you are going to live in there. Maithrei's apartment is just an investment for future."
"Your flat can also be just an investment opportunity." Meera argued.
"No," Desai said. "I can tell you a number of reasons to suggest why you're not going to put my flat on sale in near future. You are going to live there. Firstly, my flat is in a ready to move in condition. Maithrei's flat maybe ready, but a part of the building is still under construction. It will take a few months to turn it into a lively place." He said to me and then looked at Meera. "Secondly, I know Meera, you have a knack for aesthetics. You'd love some greenery around you. You love the morning sun. My flat has balconies that are well positioned to give you excellent mornings. It has enough place to grow your favourite plants. Maithrei's apartment is constructed to satisfy busy professionals who don't have time to notice the beauty of such things."
Meera smiled at him, "Mmm... Yeah, you've learnt a few things about me."
Desai went on, "And the last and the equally important observation. I still remember how you looked when you guys video-called me from my flat. And I know a bit about Krish. He's as great guy who's always seeking to spice up his life. You had great intimate fun in the master bedroom there."
"What!" Meera's voice eclipsed my shock. "Have you put a camera there too?"
Her response simply validated his point.
Desai laughed, and shook his head sideways.
"No, I'm well past that age. I have matured, thanks to you."
Meera looked at me and giggled. "Did we have sex at his flat, Krish?"
"No." I said.
Meera turned to Desai.
"See, we didn't do it. It is just your imagination."
Desai laughed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. It was just my imagination."
Meera looked down for a second and then looked straight into his eyes. She slowly blossomed into a shy smile and ran her fingers behind her ear, as if to brush a hair strand behind it. I could see her eyes on a duel with Desai.
"You and your imagination!" Meera blurted, without averting her eyes. The shyness on her face was gradually giving way to confidence. "Be honest with me, Susheel. What is your stand now? Have you moved on, truly?"
"I wish," Desai's voice was so soft that I felt he was struggling to talk. "I wish I could move on."
"So you haven't."
"But I'm good."
"Do you miss me?"
"Every day."
"Do you still dream about me?"
Desai nodded affirmatively.
"What do you dream?"
Desai averted his eyes off her face to throw a glance at me. Meera noticed it.
"Don't worry about Krish. He would also want to know what do you dream about his wife."
She said. I acknowledged with a nod. 
Desai kept his glass down and spoke softly.
"My dreams are about everything I can't do with you. I see me having a drink with you. I see your hand in mine. I feel the softness of your fingers. Your smile. Your eyes on me. And the feel of your hair. I dream about having a dinner with you. And then holding you close to my heart and sharing a kiss."
Meera was not looking away even for a second. My whole body was suddenly getting warmer as I felt they were having an intense conversation in that they were going to share things they were holding back for months.
"Why stop at sharing a just kiss?" I asked.
"Krish!" Meera warned me, albeit with a teasing smile.
"See, it's his imagination. He can do anything in it, can't he?" I retorted.
Desai looked at us alternatively.
"I value our friendship more than my fantasies. Otherwise I would love to do a lot." He said.
"But most of his fantasies are silly," Meera looked at me.
"There must be those which are not silly," I said. "It's just that he isn't sharing it."
"The way you guys are making fun of my situation is actually making me better." Desai said. "I have done a lot of bad things to you. But I know a bit of things about you. You are having fun. I've been a catalyst to spice up your sex life. Do you involve me in your fantasies?"
His question was a bit too personal and I was immediately put on alert. But Meera didn't have the same concern.
"Yes, we do have you in our fantasies."
I saw Desai's eyes bulging. He looked at me and I went with the flow.
"But only after your change of heart."

"I'm so pleased to hear this." Desai said. "Krish has always been a fantastic person. He's always looking for fun. I've even tried to emulate him in some way."
I suddenly feared he was going to speak about Ananya. I was sure it would piss off Meera.
"That's why you've let him watch you having sex with Maithrei, isn't it?" Meera asked, making me realise my worry was misplaced.
"Oh, you've told her that too?" Desai looked at me.
"Just a bit." I blurted.
"No, he told me how you did it. He has seen it all." Meera said again. She was lying. I had only told her that I had just one look at the scene before I fled.
Desai smiled at me.
"Told you, I know something about your husband. He is special."
Suddenly I was feeling like he was looking down at me.
"You know a lot about my husband, mister." Meera remarked.
"Yeah, I like to watch." I declared at the heat of the moment. "He didn't disappoint me. It was a great sight. Maithrei was like, oh, I don't want to talk about it now. She's a friend."
"How about watching me get a kiss your wife now? You haven't forgotten the offer, have you?"
Desai asked. He didn't look at Meera directly. But I was sure he was watching her through the corner of his eyes.
I didn't know what to say.
"You are sitting with me, not with her. How she's going to kiss you now? And she has already kissed me."
I argued.
"Don't worry about it. I will stand up and hold her close and then let her kiss me. Like in my dream."
"Then I'll take a watch."
I challenged.
"Are you guys still talking about me?"
Meera intervened.
"Come on, give him a smooch and end it, baby."
I said. I had to control myself to hide my excitement. Even the distant thought of watching Meera kiss Desai was making me aroused.
"I know you like to watch a lot of me. Such a pervert." Meera scoffed. "But it's not happening."
"You're showing fake hatred. You've told me you don't hate him anymore. And you've promised him you'd kiss him if he took wine. Now you have to keep your promise."
I said. I was suddenly becoming desperate to watch them kiss. I knew it was my 'last last chance' to witness the unlikely romance.
"Don't push me too much. You know you don't have the will to stop me."
She challenged.
"Go ahead. I know how to stop it."
I replied.
Meera looked at me and got up from her chair. My heart skipped many beats. My wife was going to kiss the man once she hated the most, right in front of my eyes! It was crazy that our stupid fun chat was taking things beyond my expectation.
"Come on, Susheel. It's the anniversary night and you are being invited."
She extended her arm to him. Desai got up and gladly grabbed her hand.
"I must be dreaming it."
I watched him take her both hands at first. She turned to her left to make him turn accordingly, just to make sure I had the view. I felt she was doing it only for me.

I had witnessed bigger moments in my life. I had seen Meera with many men. I had seen Meera doing various things to them. I have witnessed her crying in pleasure while getting her pussy filled with another man's cum. I had seen her head going up and down on another man's dick. I had lived those moments while thinking there cannot be a moment bigger than that.
But here, as I was preparing to witness Meera getting kissed by yet another man, I realised one thing. It's not the act that made a moment bigger. It was rather the person who she was with.
This time it was none other than Desai, and there had never been a person who chased us like him. He had had sex with her already, two years ago, and he had got a kiss and blowjob from her, this year itself, but still I felt this moment was bigger than all.
Because she had my permission this time. Because she was doing it for me.
And I was going to enjoy it. 

And then, it happened.
I didn't blink as Desai put his arm around her bare belly and pulled her closer to his body. I saw her breasts being pressed against his body. And I saw Meera pushing her lips into his mouth. He slightly opened it and welcomed her lips, and Meera closed her eyes the moment it happened. I anticipated the moment in which he opened his mouth and devoured her lips all the way.
It was his last last chance, as I was told.
But he just held their lips together for just two seconds and then pulled back. I was as surprised as Meera. She opened her eyes and looked at him confused.
"Thank you, Meera. I'll remember this moment forever."
He licked his lips lightly.
"Why will you remember it?" She asked.
"Because this is a first time experience with you. You've never been kind to me like this."
"But I thought you just lost a chance." I interrupted, hiding my disappointment.
"Why?"
He turned his head to me, his arms still around her.
"She was so ready, you could have had a lot more fun." I said.
"Krish!" Meera's voice again sounded like a warning to me.
"I know that, but I can't be greedy. I'll do the rest in my dream tonight." Desai looked back at her eyes. She smiled and patted on his chin.
"Your dream!" She said. "I know what you would do in your dream."
"I'm a man who needed saving. In my dream, you save me, always." Desai's voice was softer than a moment earlier. If he ignored me and proceeded to take Meera to my bed room at that moment, I wouldn't have minded. I was so much desperate to watch him do it.

But thankfully, Desai did not have the power to read my mind.

Meera slowly freed herself from his embrace.
"It's over for now, mister." She said with a smirk. "Now you must be hungry. Let's finish the party."
Her voice was low. I felt her energy to play games was evaporated after the kiss. For a moment, I felt she was disappointed by Desai's sloppy kiss. Meera avoided eye contact with Desai as she grabbed her dupatta and wore it across her chest to suggest it was time to wrap it up.

That's the first time I thought about the food. It was more than half an hour since his arrival and we hadn't thought about it even once. 
I felt bad that I didn't order anything online yet.
"It's okay. There was enough food left at the party hall." Meera said. "The catering guys might not have left. We can take Desai there and get him dinner."
"Ok then let me finish this drink." I grabbed my whiskey glass. It had more than half the glass left.
"You and your whiskey!" Meera pushed me and grabbed Desai's hand. "I'm taking him down there. You can finish your drink and follow us. Don't be late."
She instructed while walking away.
"Our friend must be hungry. What are you gonna do if there's no food left?" I asked without getting up.
"Don't worry. I know how to satisfy Desai's hunger and thirst." Meera said boldly.
Desai shook his head.
"If there's nothing, I'll be having you. I've never been hungry like this, Krish knows it very well."
I laughed, "you can have her, for sure."
I knew that we all were revealing our desperation bit by bit. Even though I just went with the flow, I quickly wondered if I had granted him permission to 'have her'.

The thought returned to my mind soon after they went to the party hall.
Have I given them permission?
The kiss they shared was still fresh in my memory. It was a light kiss, without turning into a lustful one. With my permission, they could repeat the kiss at the party hall, and I was sure they would turn it into something else.
The expected presence of catering guys or our gatekeeper was going to be a hindrance to them, I thought. But it was tempting to imagine them walking into an empty hall, and I had never been good at stopping my imagination.
I kept sipping my drink while letting my wild imaginations grow in my head. By the time i finished the drink I found my palm on my crotch, casually feeling the hardness of my erection. It was hard, and screaming for attention. I felt the need for pee, and it was just an excuse to walk into the bathroom. I pulled it out and became fresh in a minute, but I was unable to put it back. My fingers  made a circle around it, and my mind ran down the staircase to follow my wife and Desai to the party hall. There, I visualised them engaged in a deep kiss, in a dark corner. I imagined Desai pushing Meera against the wall and pushing his lips and tongue between her lips, trying to suck all the juice from her mouth. Her arms were spread out and pressed against the wall, and I heard her moaning into his mouth. Her breasts would shiver due to heavy panting, and soon it would attract his attention. He was able to control his eyes in my presence, but there, in solitude he would not shy away from expressing his thirst to feel them. He would kiss them over her blouse and dupatta, and then he would squeeze them at his will. Then he will drop down to his knees and press his mouth into her soft belly. He would dart his tongue into the small hole and lick around it to make her giggle. And his palms would compete with each other, measuring the softness of her round ass.

My hand had begun to move slowly, and I felt my dick growing further, in sync with my imaginations.
"If I were on my own, I would end up getting much more from him. I know you wouldn't mind that." I remembered Meera's words and wondered how far she would go if she had the chance. 
I remembered our experience in train, many months ago. During that eventful journey, I had given her permission to do some illicit fun with a stranger named Jai. She gave him enough fun while I secretly watched, but she ended up receiving more than she desired for as Jai broke into the toilet and subjected her to the pleasure of kinky oral sex. He not only managed to eat her pussy well, but also taught her the experience of getting her ass hole licked. When she narrated the experience to me, I was aroused so much that I replicated that act by giving her same sort of pleasure.
I knew Desai would be ready to do the same, if he got a chance. I imagined Meera turning her back to him, and Desai pressing his mouth into her ass crack. Over the skirt first, he would soon be dying to go under it. He would pull down her panty and straightaway attach his mouth to her. He would run his tongue along the crack, splitting her ass cheeks with his hands.
I visualised Meera bending forward and moaning with pleasure. My erection had reached its peak and then it burst. I directed the stream into the commode and breathed quickly.
"Oh my..." I let out a groan.

I felt exhausted when I came out of the washroom and I felt bad. Because I feared I wouldn't be any good in bed for a few hours. It was our anniversary. She deserved some fun, especially after the teasing game with Desai, I thought.
I looked at the clock. It was quarter past twelve. I poured a half drink for myself and finished it one go and decided to go to the party hall. I thought Desai would have finished dinner by then.

I walked down the stairs and approached the party hall. The door at its entrance was closed, and the minimal lights coming through side window glasses meant only one or two lights inside was switched on. It was exactly as I had imagined while shagging in the bathroom. 
I became alert in a few seconds.
I was sure Meera and Desai were inside there, and they could be doing anything.
Is it the night?
I wondered with a sense of loss. My dick was hard again, throbbing inside my pants. I wanted to adjust it by touching. I was getting tensed and my heart was thumping hard. I went near the door and saw that it was not locked from either sides. I couldn't push it open though.
Suddenly I heard someone moving behind me.
"Haven't slept yet, sir?"
I turned shockingly to the source of the voice and I saw Fernandes walking over to me with Sadashiv just behind him. Fernandes was the night watchman on duty, and Sadashiv, it seemed, hadn't left after the party. He was probably hanging around with his colleague.
"Hi," I blurted, attempting to hide my shock. "Yeah, I mean, I was checking if the party guys left the scene in an orderly manner." I said.
"It was a great night, sir. Everything was great. What is there to worry now?"
Sadashiv said with a happy face. And he properly closed the door from the outside and locked it with the key in his hand!
I didn't know what to do.
I knew I had to get the key to free Meera and Desai. Otherwise they would be stuck inside it until the morning. I foresaw Meera spending the whole night in there, with Desai. Suddenly I woke up from my fantasy world, and I didn't want to see it happen.
"You can give me the key, Sadashiv. I'll have a look at the condition of the hall in the morning." I demanded.
"You don't have to worry about it, sir. It was your day to celebrate. Go and sleep. We'll take care of the hall. You can wake up late in the morning."
Fernandes said.
I was irritated but I had to control my anger. I had to be very careful. The last thing I wanted was to get them suspecious.
I almost started walking back, pretending to go back to my apartment. I was already searching for reasons to reopen the hall before it's too late. 
I would say I've dropped my purse there, I thought.
"Did you hear that noise?"
I heard Fernandes' asking Sadashiv and stopped.
"Yes... I too heard something."
Sadashiv said and looked around. A lightening passed though my heart and I forgot to breathe. Fernandes looked at me.
"A strange noise came from the hall. I doubt there's a dog trapped in there. The leftover food vessels are still there. The dog will make a mess in there."
"It's okay, leave it. Don't..."
I began to say but Sadashiv had already handed the key to Fernandes. The latter quickly opened the door and walked in.
I prepared myself to play down the embarrassment when they would find my wife with a stranger in the dining hall, even though the latter would be just having dinner. I was sure Sadashiv would identify him.
I should have told them the truth that one of my guest was late and he's having dinner in there.
I thought. I knew if it was too late to come up with the truth.
However, my hasty thought process was halted the moment I walked into the hall.
There was no sign of Desai and Meera.
For one moment, I thought they didn't make it to the dining hall.
Then where else?
The thought was enough to raise my heartbeats higher. Where are they gone? Where has he taken her to?
I felt a hurry to turn back and take a walk to every corner of the parking area. There were many cars parked in there. There were poorly lit corners. He could take my wife there.
Or maybe, there could be a car that Desai brought. Desai could take her in it and do anything he wanted.
He knew she was ready.
He knew I was excited.
What else does he need?
For one moment, I imagined Desai sitting inside a car with his face upward, and Meera's head going up and down at his lap.

"Careful, Fernandes."
Sadashiv's whispery warning for his partner turned my attention back to where I was. Sadashiv was just behind him. I gathered myself and followed them.
"Silence, guys," Fernandes put a finger across his lips and whispered. "We don't want to scare the dog. We don't want to be attacked."
"Come on guys... It's too late to fight a dog..."
I blurted in a weak voice and helplessly followed them.
Fernandes kept looking under the dining tables while moving forward.
"There's nothing here," he said as he reached the the other end of the aisle and stepped onto the raised platform.
"There..." Sadashiv pointed towards the closed door of the backroom. Fernandes nodded at him before pushing it open with his feet.
I was right behind them and what I saw nearly dropped me unconscious.
Meera was there, clad in just her skirt!
"Hey...!!!" A noise came out of Meera's throat and she crossed her hands across her chest. Her upper half was completely naked and her breasts were on full display before she tried to hide it by crossing her arms in front of her. But she realised it wasn't helping much - I could still see her erect nipples - and she brought her palms over each breast quickly. Her eyes reflected the horror in my mind; I noticed it before she turned around to evade the watchmen's shocked eyes. But her topless back was no less than a sight, though a small part of it was covered by her hair.
Everyone was stunned, as nobody was able to speak.
So was Desai who was standing like a ghost at one arm distance from Meera. His grey jacket along with Meera's blouse and chiffon veil was lying on a plastic chair like a laundry pile, a few feet away from him.

All the buttons of his shirt were open and - visually more striking- his pants and belt were still open, until he hurriedly closed the narration.-------00000-------

Typical Krish narration. As he always do, he has concluded the Post with everybody licking. From Krish's previous stories, we need to assume that, Desai chapter is over for the time being. I think Krish is a very good lover of kerala Temple drums called "panchari melam. Step by Step he takes to sky height with thrill and expectaions, then stop it keeping everybody disappointed. Again start with same way with a different plot.

But still, I love this. Hope to get a new updates much quicker than now.

All the Best