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

[thunderstormy]

some good authors are there like krish, for indian, check aurelius, rupanita and shiprat - nukkad guys story. Unwanted houseguest is also an excellent story, but unfortunately not completed by the author

[RCF]

Unlike Krish's usual ..there is no update and no comment as well on the timeline. Hope you are okay.

[krish_999]

Guys, I am extremely sorry for the long delay. I didn't come to say sorry once again and move on to the next update. It's getting too difficult for me to keep writing on a regular basis. If I am not able to write for even half an hour, there is no use to call it writing. I have thought a lot about it and have decided that I must take a break. I have completed 90% of the next update two weeks ago. But I am not finding enough time to make it a hundred. It's going to be like that for a while, I guess. So I am taking a break here. I will still try to complete the next one in a few days since I have made you wait for so long (I can't be so cruel, right?), but I am going to take a few months' (read three) break after that.
Thanking you all, with love.
Krish

[Paul5]

Sorry dear you suddenly shoked me it's realy unbelievable news but it's ok I can understand your situation it's very difficult part for any body to writing  such 100 percent sm is ss youkill to write as per your lable no not an any writer here even shadow of you keep rest nd come freshenup enjoy your other jobs but i realy miss you by still awaiting you

[RCF]

Guys, I am extremely sorry for the long delay. I didn't come to say sorry once again and move on to the next update. It's getting too difficult for me to keep writing on a regular basis. If I am not able to write for even half an hour, there is no use to call it writing. I have thought a lot about it and have decided that I must take a break. I have completed 90% of the next update two weeks ago. But I am not finding enough time to make it a hundred. It's going to be like that for a while, I guess. So I am taking a break here. I will still try to complete the next one in a few days since I have made you wait for so long (I can't be so cruel, right?), but I am going to take a few months' (read three) break after that.
Thanking you all, with love.
Krish

If taken a break here, the story momentum will be lost again. Hard to connect to it again, Unfortunate but i guess life comes first than fantasy..Good Luck.

[masud93]

Good luck from #Bangladesh

[masud93]

and need a story break also,,,

[masud93]

অপেক্ষায় রইলাম

[Ro.hitbig]

Krish until last November or December story is in good flow with regular updates but when someone asked you to take a break you were silent for almost 2 months. After returning you gave 2 or 3 updates and again you are taking a break. 
I feel more than personal you are trying to figure how to keep balancing the story according to readers views. That's why you couldn't complete the remaining 10%. 
That's y don't spoil the characters nature.

[RCF]

Krish until last November or December story is in good flow with regular updates but when someone asked you to take a break you were silent for almost 2 months. After returning you gave 2 or 3 updates and again you are taking a break. 
I feel more than personal you are trying to figure how to keep balancing the story according to readers views. That's why you couldn't complete the remaining 10%. 
That's y don't spoil the characters nature.

May be or maybe not but it would be worse than any ending if the story remains incomplete. I would prefer few updates and give the couple fitting finale as this is not a story for me but an epic series and with out an ending would be lame.

[xavierrxx]

Let Meera and Krish divorce and take different paths and partners finally. Krish can live with meera even after being humiliated to the core. However, Meera would not like to live with a wimp and shameless bastard. She always prefers THE BEST. A REAL MAN THAT CAN KEEP HER HAPPY PHYSICALLY AND FINANCIALLY.

[themaskeditor]

Guys, I am extremely sorry for the long delay. I didn't come to say sorry once again and move on to the next update. It's getting too difficult for me to keep writing on a regular basis. If I am not able to write for even half an hour, there is no use to call it writing. I have thought a lot about it and have decided that I must take a break. I have completed 90% of the next update two weeks ago. But I am not finding enough time to make it a hundred. It's going to be like that for a while, I guess. So I am taking a break here. I will still try to complete the next one in a few days since I have made you wait for so long (I can't be so cruel, right?), but I am going to take a few months' (read three) break after that.
Thanking you all, with love.
Krish

It's ok Krish, do not take too much stress. Take your time, Relax. Update the story when ever you are in the right mood.

[Dorabooji]

The four letter LUST turns SLUT

[krish_999]

Chapter - 29

 
 
I had agreed to have a family lunch with Desai. But I wasn’t sure how Meera would respond to the idea. The aftermath of the anniversary night had turned her talking about him a rarity. Even though she behaved normally at all times, I felt she hadn’t fully recovered from the shock. I could feel it even when she was talking to me with a pleasant face. I assumed that it would be guilt that was stopping her from moving on. And I thought Meera might outright refuse to be part of any social event involving Desai.
I decided that I would just ask her and then go according to her reaction.
 
When I reached home, Meera had gone for the evening walk. After joining Vickey Security Services, my free time considerably decreased. I was getting used to the feeling of being welcomed by an empty home, as Meera after her office would have gone for the evening walk. She had found a park for her evening workouts. She had told me it was better than the previous one. With less crowd and more workout options, the park became another reason to like our new flat.
That evening, when Meera returned from the park, she told me that Ananya had phoned her.
I was surprised for both Sam and Ananya had chosen the same day to contact us. My meeting with Sam wasn’t a good one. I wondered if Meera too had the same experience from talking to Ananya.
“Ananya has seen the news,” Meera revealed. “She said that’s how she came to know you’re working for Desai now.”
So it was about Desai. I thought repulsively. But I did not reveal meeting Sam in my office and any of his remarks.
“She warned me about Desai,” Meera went on. “She said she believes you; that you wouldn’t fall into any easy traps but Desai is very cunning. He won’t rest until he gets the woman he set his eyes on. He doesn’t make a move for no reason. Ananya even expressed her fear that Desai must have set his eyes on me.” Meera spoke with a smile as if being playful. “She told me to be extremely careful, always, when dealing with Desai.”
Her smile was an acknowledgement that not only Ananya’s warning had been spot on, but also her worst fear had already become reality.
"Did you ask her if she's still in touch with him?" I asked.
"I had the same doubt," Meera replied. "But she hasn't heard from him for long."
"So he has moved on," I said.
"But it contradicts Ananya's worries because it means Desai can forget the woman he has set his eyes on." Meera opined. "He will forget me too, and that's a good thing, isn't it?"
She looked into my eyes as she asked.
"Yeah, it's a good thing." I said and then added, "But he wants to have lunch with us."
I told her Desai was impressed by my management of Vicky Security services. "He phoned me. He is coming to Pune on Sunday and will leave for Mumbai the next day."
She stared at me and I immediately knew I wasn't welcome.
"You look worried already," I said.
"Yes, I am, Krish." Her gaze was at the floor. "I am not comfortable with what's happening in our life. I have a feeling that things are repeating."
"What is that?" I asked.
"I think we are hurrying to forget what happened. It is not the right thing. We don't want to welcome him back into our life. We have talked about this in the past, haven't we?"
"Meera," I cleared my throat. "We are not bringing him back to our life. Neither is he trying to re-enter our life."
My words sounded like an argument and I felt I was siding with Desai. I didn't like the feeling.
"I have this guilt feeling, Krish, to be honest." Meera was still not looking into my eyes. And she went on. "I... I know that my behaviour on our anniversary won't be forgotten easily."
"I told you I am ready to move on... I am just..."
"I am talking about me, Krish." She looked straight into my eyes, this time. "I can't forget it, just like that. I have blamed you a lot in the past. But I can't do it every time. It's my fault that I did what I did and more than that it's my fault that how I did it. You must have a long list of men I've been with in the past. Maybe you wouldn't count the guys like Tejas and Harish but for me, they do matter. They are still a reason for my guilt. And Susheel is the extreme of it all. I used to hate him. Not because he's bad. You know the reason. He's still the same. I can feel it. I have felt it. We can't do it again." She took a deep breath and went on. "When we have kids and if we see our kids follow the same path, how can we look at them in their eyes and advise them? How will I forgive myself?"
She had a lot of thoughts in her head. But I felt she was overreacting. Because I still believed we hadn't gone too far. The stupid me thought so.
"Meera, I know you are worried. I will tell you one thing that happened in my office this week. There's a guy in my office who's pretty overweight. As a security service agency, we can't afford to have an obesity problem among our personnel and we do monitor their weight trends. So I've been advising this guy for the last two months but he's not changing. This week I used some harsh language and he was very depressed. But he's saying he's unable to change his eating habits. He's not been able to control his food habits. Now you look at this issue from the outside. His eating habits can be seen as wrong in public view but it's still a person's personal choice, ultimately. I can only criticise him for being overweight. Surely I can ask him to exercise, but I can't criticise him for his eating habit; I can’t ask him to eat less. It's his personal choice. What I am trying to say is there is no point in feeling guilty about our personal choices. What we have done in our life was our choice. We don't have to answer to anyone but ourselves. It's alright if we are not destroying anything. We are good, we are perfect as a couple, and we love each other, right? We did it for our fun, didn't we? In future, if we see our kids follow the same path, we can tell them to stop if we think it's bad for them. Otherwise, it's their personal choice, at least when they become adults, right? Like everyone else, they can, like us, have personal choices, and personal secrets. We only need to keep it secret because it's not acceptable in our society, and we have done that."
Meera listened carefully and kept nodding. But her worries didn't vanish.
"But I am scared if we would eventually lose the trust we have in each other. We have been in this situation before too, and we have seen us taking opposite ways."
"Not us, Meera," I said. "Only you did, and it was justified because I had breached our trust. Even then, I wanted you back. I will never stop loving you, baby. You are my life. We did many things even during our separation. But I still came back for you. You came back to me, didn't you?"
"Are you saying we are going to repeat that?" she asked.
"No. I am talking about the past. There is no need to feel remorse about our personal choices."
"Then what are you expecting out of this lunch? Do you want to see me having sex with him again?"
"No. It's just lunch. And you hold the power over him, don't you?
"But I have already done it with him. I didn't stop him."
"Well, did he force you?"
"No. It wasn’t that way."
"You could have stopped him if you wanted to. Right?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you worried about the lunch? You can stop him if he makes a move again."
"He will make a move," she said and then shook her head slowly. "But yeah, I can stop him."
"I think you should have this lunch with him. Let him try. And you should show him that you can stop him."
Meera looked down, lost in thoughts. I felt she was wondering if she could do that.
"Okay." She said eventually. There was a bright smile on her face. "But I am still not sure if we can bring him to our place, Krish. Our hurry to forget everything could be a false sign for him."
"He's not coming here, baby." I smiled. "The lunch will be far away from here, in a small resort, a few hours’ drive from here. We'll be back by the evening..."
Meera listened to the invitation details and then said okay.
"It's just lunch, right? Anyways, what can go wrong during lunch when you are also there?"
She said with a smile that exuded her confidence that nothing can go wrong during a lunch. It only helped me go back in time to question whether it was true that nothing could go wrong during a lunch.
I remembered how I had lunch with Desai at a resort once. It was the day Desai managed to fuck Ananya for the first time, despite all my efforts to save her.
I wondered if Desai was planning to have lunch at the same resort.
 
There was no contact between me and Desai regarding the lunch until Saturday.
Saturday evening as he phoned me to tell me about his arrival details, I asked if it was the same resort.
"It is the same resort, Krish." He said. "Isn't it a beautiful place?"
I didn't know how to respond.
 
Sunday morning we got ready for the trip to the resort. Meera wore a black dress that ended just above her knees. The plain black colour accentuated the flawlessness of her creamy white legs from the toes to knees. The short-sleeved dress had soft flares below the waist and it enhanced the shape of her hip. The wide neck of the dress drew my attention to the ample view of her cleavage. She matched the dress with a silver necklace and black earrings. The thin necklace had a black stone pendant that almost plunged into her cleavage and I simply couldn't have enough of it no matter how long I stared at it. The way she tied her hair into a ponytail emphasised the beauty of her neck and shoulders. Makeup was minimal but not a reason to stop her from looking gorgeous. Perhaps her excuse to go light on the clothing was that the event was an outdoor lunch. But I could tell she was looking too hot.
As I stood behind her wearing a maroon shirt and white grey jeans, looking at us in the mirror, I wondered if we looked like a couple. As if I couldn't be convinced myself, I passed the question to her.
"Do we look like a couple, baby?"
"Stop teasing me, honey." She pushed me away with a smile that had cuteness overloaded.
 
Desai arrived on time, driving his car. He had landed in the early hours and had headed to his villa to get ready for the day trip. He was in a black shirt and blue jeans. He looked handsome but the attention-grabbing feature remained his signature chin-length hairstyle.
The moment he saw Meera, I noticed his eyes widening with genuine appreciation. The lustful gazes that he used to throw at my wife were now a long-forgotten memory. Desai thanked us for deciding to join him for the lunch. As he took us to his car, Meera spent a moment pulling his legs.
"The hometown life seems like a bad move for you. Couldn't you just hire a driver for a day trip?"
Desai laughed a little as he opened the rear door for her. I walked around the car and took the front seat.
"I love driving. I love it when things are under control." Desai said.
"Oh, do you?" Meera asked as she sat inside the car. "But you can't expect everything under your control."
"You are right. I can't expect everyone to be under my control, right?" Desai replied as he got behind the steering wheel.
 
We were on our way to the resort, soon.
Meera noticed a package in the back seat and asked Desai about it.
"It's a gift for you," Desai said without turning his attention from driving.
"For me?"
"For you and Krish," he looked at me and Meera alternatively. "A belated gift for your anniversary."
I was equally surprised.
"What's in it?" Meera asked.
"Surprise."
"Okay, this was a surprise. Should I open it now?" Meera asked.
"You can open it, but only if you make a correct guess."
"I don't have a guess," I admitted. "The package seems too large for anything that comes into my head."
"Meera, your guess?" Desai asked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror.
"My guess is a showpiece gift, like a dancing couple or something."
"A romantic gift?"
"Maybe."
"Wrong." Desai laughed. "You'll have to wait until you get home."
"Come on, Susheel. You can tell me now." Meera said.
"No, dear. You have to show some patience. Do you want another chance to make a guess?"
"No, I would rather wait until I get home," Meera replied. Desai laughed.
 
I was taken aback by their friendly banter. They were ready to hit it off from the word go.
Subconsciously I had been expecting them to behave restrainedly because they were meeting for the first time after having sex in the party hall and its consequential events. I thought Meera would think about those intimate moments and it would make her silent for a few minutes. I had even thought about how I might have to break the ice between them.
But the reality was that there was no need for ice-breaking. It made me wonder if they both conveniently erased the night from their memory.
Or, are they too much in sync with each other's psyche that they no longer need to start over?
 
The ride to the resort was smooth. Our conversation circled common stuff known to each other without getting into intimate thoughts. At first, I and Desai discussed a few things about Vicky Security Services. Then he asked about Meera's new job. She invited him to invest with her firm. Desai laughed it off at first, but then said he would never shy away from opportunities to make money.
"But I will not jump into anything just like that."
"Except to security services." I quipped.
Desai laughed. "That was a mission to save my ass."
"How's your ass was at risk?" Meera asked.
"From you," he said and I heard Meera laughing.
I asked him about life in his hometown. He spoke in detail, concluding that he had never lived more peacefully.
 
We reached the resort at noon. The place turned out to be as spectacular as the previous time. It was mostly the same as two years ago. The only difference was that the unique-looking cottages on one side of the resort did not freak me out this time. When I visited the place with Desai and Ananya, I was worried that Desai would find a way to take Ananya to one of those suites. My anxiety was proven misplaced, as Desai didn't try too much during lunch.
My mind was, however, working exactly opposite now. To be fair, I knew Desai would not try to take Meera to those rooms anyway. But in my mind, I felt an urge to consider him doing it and I wondered how Meera would stop him as she promised. I also kept reassuring myself that I was going to stop Desai if he tried to be smart with her.
But I was not sure if Desai would give me a chance to stop him. Deep in my mind, I knew he was way smarter than me.
 
Of course, taking Meera to the cottages was not on Desai's plan. But the deeper I thought about the possibility, the dirtier my mind became. I soon felt ashamed of the blurred vision I had about Desai and Meera in the bed, completely naked. It was a familiar experience for me. Walking through the public, smiling at the resort staff, pretending to be enjoying the aesthetic beauty of the resort, I walked with a humiliating secret; that I was not man enough to stop my mind from fantasising about another man taking my wife to his bed.
For once I wished I could change the way my subconscious mind worked. But the only thing I could do was to pray that I didn't run into any familiar faces at the resort.
 
While having lunch I saw a man walking toward us. I panicked at the sight and quickly browsed my memory for his face. 
As it turned out, he wasn't my friend but Desai's.
His name was Piyush Kumar. He was an old friend of Desai, settled in Nagpur.
"It's been close to six years since we met last time my dear friend," he recalled while hugging Desai.
Desai introduced us to him.
"This is my friend Krish, whom I would call my brother at best. And this is Meera, my sister-in-law and a lovely friend of mine."
I was surprised to hear him say that. He had called me brother many times in the past but it was the first time he was calling her sister-in-law. Meera smiled at Piyush and I noticed how he struggled to take his eyes off her.
Piyush was with a group of male friends, and he returned to his group after a brief chat, promising to catch up with Desai later.
"Your friend is an old copy of you, Susheel." Meera quipped soon after his exit. "He almost ate me alive."
Desai laughed.
"So my old self used to eat you alive?"
"You remember those days, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. How can I forget anything about you?" He looked into her eyes in a way that made me uncomfortable. He went on, "It will take a lifetime."
I felt Meera was just encouraging him with her eyes.
"How do you feel when your friend does the same thing?"
She asked.
"Jealous." He said. "Very jealous."
Meera smiled again. I felt she was pleased with his reply.
 
The lunch was lavish and extremely delicious.
Meera said some of the items on the menu were the best she ever had in her life. I wished I could enjoy lunch like her.
As the rice dish arrived, Meera kept the spoon and fork down and chose to eat by hand.
"I'm too excited, guys. I hope it is okay to break some table manners." She said and looked at us. "Wanna follow my style?"
Before I began to laugh it off, Desai kept his cutlery down.
"I will break anything for you," he declared, and then quickly picked up the cutlery back. "Except this for now."
Our small chat went on as the lunch progressed. Desai's flirting was limited to what was socially acceptable. The lunch was long though it didn't test my patience at any point. I was eventually pleased how my stomach was at peace with the food despite my earlier worries.
"To be honest, I can't believe that I'm having this lunch and even having a good conversation with you after what happened a few weeks back." Meera was saying to Desai. It was the first time she referred to the anniversary night. She had finished eating. "I have to thank you for saving me and Krish."
"Don't thank me, Meera. It was my fault. I took a big risk. I shouldn't have. My promise; I will never let anything happen to you. It's my word."
He reached for her hand as if to increase the believability of his promise. Meera looked at him and then down at his palm resting on hers.
"I haven't washed my hand yet, Susheel." She said slowly. She was eating by hand a minute ago.
"It's no problem, Meera," Desai assured. "We're much more than that."
I didn't like him saying that. I pretended I didn't hear him say that.
 
After lunch, the resort staff encouraged us to have a walk to the large lawn and end the day with a coffee. The lawn was intact with its aesthetic beauty. The pond and the life-size statue of an elephant emerging from the water remained the centre of attraction. The flora and fauna around the pond had only grown, enhancing the beautiful view of the artificial waterfall behind the pond.
We sat by the pond on one of the newly constructed marble benches. Meera sat at the centre of the bench and as soon as I and Desai sat on either side of her, I noticed her moving to the exact centre of the bench, keeping the space equal for both of us.
I felt it would have been better if she had sat closer to me. I felt it would have been a statement.
I then thought that it would have been better even if she had chosen to sit closer to Desai, for I could take it as an effort to tease Desai - something that I would never mind.
But her choice to keep equal space between me and Desai symbolically told me that I was just an equal to him in her subconscious mind. The thought was upsetting.
 
As Meera was seemingly lost in the beauty of the pond and its surrounding, I could not take my mind off the face that Desai was getting the same amount of view at her shoulder and cleavage that I was getting. For once I felt Meera was not teasing him with something we had. She was giving him exactly what I was entitled to.
I got up from my seat and pretended to have close look at a flower. Meera got up from her seat too and began to snap photos of the flowers with her phone. I felt better. Perhaps I was getting nervous for nothing, I thought.
Desai pulled out his phone too, and we clicked a few photos until the coffee arrived. As I clicked a photo of Meera and Desai standing together, I couldn't help but notice how their clothes were matched. They were wearing black and they seemed like a couple to me. I was sure that their choice to wear black outfits on a daytime trip was accidental, but I was startled by the thought that it was an omen.
 
After having coffee, we decided to leave. Meera didn't hide the fact that she was impressed by Desai's choice of place for the lunch.
"How often do you come here?"
She asked.
"Not many. One or two times, maybe." He said. I wondered if he would ever reveal about his visit to the place with Ananya. And me.
"I am sure you were not alone." Meera said with a smirk and added, "Do I know anyone of them?"
Desai laughed it off.
"Are you seeing Maithrei?"
Meera's question surprised me. It was as though she would never miss an opportunity to ask about Desai's current status with Maithrei.
"No. She's alright now." Desai said.
I wondered why Meera was obsessed with Maithrei. Meera looked at me before talking further.
"We are buying an apartment in Maithrei's building as well."
"Oh really?" Desai asked. "I'd say it's a good investment."
Even though Meera made it look like she just wanted to share the news with Desai, I felt she was unable to detach Maithrei from Desai in her thoughts.
 
While coming back Desai said the day seems to have ended too quickly.
"I wish we could make it a bit longer."
"No, I am not thinking about dinner already," Meera said quickly. "I am in for anything but dinner."
"Too scared of dinner?" I asked with a laugh.
"Not funny." She scoffed. "Don't want to forget today's lunch today itself."
"She's right," Desai said. "We have to let it stay for a while. Then we'll think about something else."
"When are you coming back to Pune again?" I asked.
"Not so soon," Desai said.
"Look at these green fields, how beautiful!" Meera diverted our attention to the sugarcane farms on the left side of the road. "I've never seen such green farms here."
"They were right here when we were going to the resort, baby," I said.
Meera pinched my shoulder. "Not funny again," She said and then placed the same hand on Desai's shoulder. "Be honest with me, Susheel. Did you notice these farms while coming?"
"We were talking about something else while coming,” Desai said. “And this evening time is what makes these fields so beautiful. Wanna have a close look?" His suggestion was enough to alert me.
"Of course, if we can," Meera said enthusiastically.
"What do you say, Krish?" Desai looked at me.
"Why are you asking him? Do you think he won't like to visit a sugarcane farm?" Meera challenged him. "We don't have these crops in our hometown."
Left with no option to challenge my wife, I helplessly sat as Desai took a left turn to a service road. As the road became narrower with the distance we covered, I felt a sense of déjà vu creeping into my mind. I noticed bigger versions of trees along the road that I had seen two years ago and eventually realised that Desai was taking us to the same sugarcane farm. I remembered the sight of Desai emerging from a small forest of sugarcanes, Ananya by his side. I remembered her tired look after getting fucked roughly in the hut.
Is Desai trying to repeat it with Meera?
"He will make a move."  Meera had told me two days earlier. "But I can stop him."
I remembered her confident eyes.
She can stop him.  I assured myself.
I felt this could be the moment she could finally tell Desai on his face that she belonged to me. That she was not an easy lay like Ananya or Maithrei.
She could sleep with him for once because she chose to do so. And now, she was going to tell him no, because she could choose to do so as well.
 
As the car stopped and we got down, I noticed that it was just a few meters away from where I had stopped the car two years ago. My memory was too intact. Perhaps it was a scary memory.
Meera was in awe of the canes. The canes on either side of the mud road had gained the height of a man. I could see the tip of the hut from where I was standing. I wondered if the cot was still there.
The cot on which Desai had pushed Ananya's face down while pushing his dick into her pussy from behind!
 
"Hello, young man!" I heard a voice from behind me and turned. An old man emerged from the sugarcanes. The aged face was brightened with happiness and surprise. It took me a fraction of a second to recognise him. He was the owner of the farm.
He raised his forefinger in front of him, as he ran a quick search in his memory.
"Krish, that's the name. Right?"
"Yes," I said. "You remember!"
I could not hide my surprise and the next moment I felt ashamed that I could not remember his name. He laughed a little as if he read my mind.
"The name is Tulsiram."
"Oh, Tulsiram Ji. How can I forget!" I moved to shake hands with him and he moved closer to embrace me. "What a pleasant surprise!"
As I was lost in the surprise of meeting the old man again, I completely forgot that Desai and Meera were watching us. I only realised it when Tulsiram had his attention on them.
"You have come to visit my farm, sir?"
He looked at Desai and asked respectfully.
"Yes, we were driving by, and we could not help but stop to have a glimpse of the beautiful farm. It's a blessing to even be allowed to take a breath at this place."
"So nice to hear such words from you, sir. My name is Tulsiram, and as the owner of this farm, I am very pleased to meet you."
"My name is Desai. And this is Meera." Desai gestured towards Meera as he introduced her.
Meera pressed her palms together in front of her chest and bowed slightly.
"Namaste, Tulsiram Ji."
I was quickly searching for answers in case Meera asked me how I and Tulsiram knew each other. But she was more interested in asking about the sugarcanes. Tulsiram happily jumped into a lengthy description of his farm lands. Meera's excitement only grew as he talked about how jaggery was made at his home.
"Why don't you all pay a visit to my house? I'm more than happy to let you have the original taste of jaggery." As Tulsiram spoke in great length about the deliciousness of homemade jaggery, Meera didn't hide her wish to have it. "But I can't walk this mud road. My sandals won't allow me." She excused, genuinely making a sad face.
"No problem, daughter. I'll fetch it for you if you can wait a few minutes."
"Yeah, we can wait," Meera said, and then added. "But no, I can't let you walk alone."  She looked at me and Desai. "We can go to his house, right?" She asked and started to remove her sandal, only to be stopped by Tulsiram.
"It's okay, dear. No need to hurt your feet. I understand your soft feet are not familiar with these mud and stones. I'll bring it for you." Tulsiram said.
Meera was in a dilemma. I was ready to go with the old man. I was interested to visit his house and getting my hand on the homemade jaggery because it was a rare opportunity for me as well. But I was not going to leave Meera behind with Desai.
"Don't worry about it, Meera. I and Krish will go with Tulsiram Ji." Desai said and turned to Tulsiram. "I am also thinking about the mouth-watering stuff told by you. There's no way I am going home without tasting it." He declared.
Tulsiram’s eyes widened appreciatively.
"That's right. You can stay in the car, right?" I asked Meera. She nodded slowly. "Okay."
"No, there's no need to leave the young lady alone here. Leave it to me dears; I'll fetch it myself. You can take a walk through the canes." Tulsiram said again.
"Then Krish will also stay here. I'll accompany you." Desai said.
Tulsiram looked at him, before throwing a glance at me and then back at him. "Why would he stay back? You are her husband, aren’t you? So you should stay back with her."
"What?" I blurted and watched Desai smiling at the old man’s statement. Meera's mouth was left open for a second.
Tulsiram looked at me. "You can come with me, can't you?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Then come on, son. Your shoes are better for walking this mud road." Tulsiram said.
I was convinced when I looked at our shoes. Desai was wearing shining formal shoes whereas I was wearing a loafer.
But I was slightly irritated by Tulsiram’s wild guess that Desai is the husband of Meera. And my legs refused to follow the old man as I was not convinced about leaving Meera at Desai's company.
"But..." I stuttered, failing to convey my refusal.
"Come on, son," Tulsiram said again and I looked at Meera. She didn't show any signs of worry.
"I'm afraid we'll be late, Tulsiram Ji," I hesitated again.
"It's just a few hundred metres from here, Krish."
I was getting frustrated that the old man was hell-bent on taking me away from my wife, leaving her with Desai. But his innocent smile forced me not to show even a hint of my struggle.
"I hope your homemade jaggery is worth the pain." I blurted and let my legs move along the mud path against the wish of my brain.
I took a few steps and looked at Meera once again.
Doesn't she know what's coming?
"Okay, we'll wait here, Tulsiram Ji." She was looking at the old man. I felt she was making an effort not to give me eyes.
Does she know what's coming?
"You can wait over there, daughter," Tulsiram replied, pointing towards the hut. "There's a cot inside the hut. You can sit inside and watch the sunset through the window. It will be a wonderful experience for you. I am sure you won't forget this evening for a long time."
Tulsiram was beaming with pride as he assured her of an 'unforgettable' experience. I almost stopped walking but Tulsiram's walking had caught pace.
"Come on, son. We can come back soon and you can also join them. You’ll also love the sunset." He said. For a second, I believed him and followed him.
But my mind refused to shake off the reality that my wife has again been left alone with Desai.
"There's a cot in the hut."
Yes, of course, there is a cot.
“It will be a wonderful experience for you. I am sure you won't forget this evening for a long time.”
What experience?
"You can sit inside and watch the sunset."
I was never going to believe it. The sunset was indeed beautiful but only if one gets to watch it.
What if her face is pushed down to the cot and her panty, pulled down to her knees? What if, there's a monstrous piece of dick being shoved inside her pussy, making her forget everything else?
I felt I made a big fool out of myself, yet again.
I remembered Meera's calm face when she heard I was going to leave her with Desai. As if it didn't affect her at all.
Was she ready? Was she waiting for it? Was she longing for it?
My heart was beating hard. Tulsiram was talking incessantly but hardly a word entered my head. In my head I was struggling to shake off the thoughts of Desai wrapping his arms around Meera, pulling her closer to his body, and engulfing her lips with his mouth. Desai would be aware of the minimum time he had, and he wouldn't delay his action. He would turn her around and bend her forward, onto the cot. The loose, soft flare of her dress would be lifted and her panty would be barely pulled down. He would swiftly unzip his pants and pull out his full-grown dick. I didn't remember seeing a bulge between his pants, but I was sure he would have been carrying a rock since the morning - since the moment he saw Meera.
 
Tulsiram commented I was walking too faster. I didn't tell him I wanted to run. My throat felt dry.
I was sure the thick and round head of Desai's dick would have already pierced my wife's pussy, spreading its lips wider, making her moan louder. Her moans - even her cries - would be lost in the canes that now resembled a dense forest to me.
 
At the end of the road, I saw the boundary wall of Tulsiram's house. His saree-clad wife welcomed me. She looked at least twenty years younger than her husband. On any other day, I would have spent a moment measuring her physical features and comparing them with her husband's lean body structure. He looked like he wouldn't do sex unless a doctor suggested him whereas his wife looked like she still deserved it daily. But my mind was too preoccupied to pay attention to all those stuff.
Tulsiram introduced me to his wife and ordered her to give me sugarcane juice. The woman brought drinking water in a steel glass. I finished it in one go but still felt my throat dry. Tulsiram told me how I missed meeting his sons who were gone to a marriage function. He also told his wife that she missed meeting my friend and his 'wife' as the latter couldn't walk the mud road. I hated him when he again mentioned Meera as my friend's wife.
"How do you know she's his wife?" I asked.
"I guessed," Tulsiram said with a smile. "Their dress, their style, and everything else matched with each other. How come they are not a couple?"
I was stunned. I had noticed that Desai and Meera were wearing blacks but it hadn't gone to my head that they were looking like a married couple. For a moment, I tried to remember all the people in the resort who had seen Meera and Desai together and probably might have thought of them as a couple. Everyone might have felt that way and even become envious of Desai for having such a beautiful wife. I wondered if the same thought had crossed Meera's mind too when she saw Desai in black earlier in the morning.
I hated the thought. I felt the whole world was conspiring against me.
 
As Tulsiram got busy packing the jaggery in a small bag, his wife brought sugarcane juice to me. I didn't know how she managed it so quickly, but I didn't want to know. She kept smiling at me while talking. I could tell how gorgeous she would have been during her youth. I wondered if she had ever been hit on by other men. I wondered if she too had the experience of sleeping with men other than her husband. I wondered if her pleasant smile could hide all that secrets from her husband.
No matter how long I tried, I could not read anything about her past from her face.
I wondered if Meera would keep such a pleasant face when I return to her. Making it look like they were just enjoying the visual beauty of the greens. Turning me into a fool, again.
"I don't want to talk about it, Krish." She could suffice everything in a few words. She wouldn't talk about how she felt when her married pussy was getting filled with Desai's cum. She wouldn't talk about the pleasure she received first during the ferocious pounding by his monster dick, and then during an orgasm that she probably had been calmly waiting for since the moment she saw him in the morning.
I knew she would not talk about it. She would instead deny it. That's why she tried to make me believe she was capable of stopping him.
Her calm response while being left alone with Desai was a sign of it.
At that moment I realised one thing. Her refusal to share details of her sex with Desai was more disappointing than the act of her having sex with him. The thrill of secretly imagining her submitting to his manliness was starting to desert me.
 
I didn't remember how many glasses of sugarcane juice I had drunk. Tulsiram's wife was pleased. She kept saying how he loves to watch people from far lands drink the sugarcane juice and be lost in its original taste. Like Tulsiram, she too kept repeating how its taste was different from the one we get from the roadside vendors.
Tulsiram refused to hand the jaggery bag to me - he carried it himself as we returned. The weight of the bag was making him slower as well. I could only rush in my mind.
I calculated that roughly fifty minutes would be passed by the time we would reach the farm hut.
Fifty minutes!
It was plenty of time for Desai to take my wife to heaven. I tried to imagine the sight of Meera adjusting her dress with a satisfying smile on her lips, her eyes on Desai, admiring his skills to make her scream out of pleasure. It was devastating.
It was strange too. For once I wondered why I was behaving like it was a first time experience for me.
I felt it was because of the assurance Meera had given me. It was different this time.
We had decided that this lunch would be just a lunch. And submitting to Desai's charms against our agreement meant the futility of any agreements between us. One of such agreements was our marriage itself!
 
The mud road felt even longer during our return. When we reached a hundred metres from the spot where the car was parked, my eyes were stuck to the canes which were hiding the farm hut from my view. I was dying to catch a glimpse of my wife.
I was struggling to keep my mind calm but I could not stop dreading a repetition of my anniversary night. Walking into the farm hut to be welcomed by the horrendous sight of my wife at it with her man! And she would later blame me for bringing Tulsiram for company.
As if her infidelity would be justified!
 
I was still looking for them when we reached the car. I could now see the hut but still no sign of my wife.
I was sure she was inside; probably letting Desai fill her pussy with the last drop of his cum.
"Open the door, son," Tulsiram said, claiming my attention. He did not want to keep the jaggery bag on the ground.
But I did not have the car key. It was with Desai.
"The car key is with Desai," I said, still looking toward the hut. "It's okay. I'll manage."
I took the bag from him and placed it on the bonnet. "You can go now, Tulsiram Ji. Thank you for your hospitality. I will never forget you."
"I have no hurry, son," Tulsiram said. "I was wondering where your friend and his wife are."
I hated him for mentioning that again.
"They must be in the hut," saying so, he started walking towards the hut. I could only watch in horror.
I followed him for a few steps and then shouted.
"Meera! Are you there?"
The next moment I got the reply. "Yes, here!" And I breathed in relief as I saw Meera emerging from the other side of the hut. Desai was right behind her. Fully dressed!
"You got the jaggery?" She was curious.
I didn't know what to say. I was equally curious.
The sun had almost sunk into the horizon. I could see Meera's face but there wasn't enough ambient light to see how much of her lipstick was smudged. I noticed her hair though. It was intact.
They have been careful this time. I thought. I wanted to enter the hut and see the cot. I had to know something about it. Anything.
But before I could get anything, Meera started walking towards the road. She made it look like she was eager to see the jaggery. I could tell she was just trying to avoid me. I looked at Desai's face hungrily for signs. But there was none. He too behaved calmly as he got busy thanking Tulsiram for taking the pain to gift us the jaggery.
"You missed the sugarcane juice. Krish will tell you how much he loved the taste." Tulsiram boasted.
I laughed at myself, thinking of what it cost me for the taste of his sugarcane juice.
As Desai too followed Meera towards the car, I had to drop my wish to see inside of the hut. I took a deep breath exactly when Desai crossed me. I felt ashamed as I knew what I was trying to do. I was trying to sense the smell of his cum!
I still remembered the strong smell of his cum from the anniversary night.
But I could not get any smell this time, and I quickly attributed it to the smell of the sugarcanes and the winds.
And they have been careful this time. I thought.
Meera did not stop from opening the jaggery bag and tasting it outright.
"Mmm...this is special. Mmm...yummy." She made the sounds of appreciation for Tulsiram and gave a piece of jaggery to Desai. I watched him eat it, and thought, 'It's your day, friend. Enjoy.'
I turned to Meera to see her face from close. She was standing with her back to me, busy talking to Tulsiram. My eyes descended from her shoulders to the roundness of her ass, scanning for evidence of sex. There was still nothing. The flare of her dress seemed too silky to be wrinkled by rough handling for fifty minutes.
 
We eventually said goodbye to Tulsiram. I thanked him sarcastically in my mind for unknowingly providing a perfect opportunity for my wife to fuck our common friend.
As soon as our drive resumed, Meera started sharing with me the details of the sunset that she had enjoyed at the hut. I could hardly pay attention as I knew she was just making it all up to wipe out my suspicions. However, I pretended to be listening and kept turning my head to her to have a close look at her face. I remembered how I had questioned Meera about her smudged lips after the anniversary night. I was sure that would have made her extremely conscious about it this time.
Meera grabbed another piece of jaggery and ate it.
"Mmm... I am impressed by what you did today, Krish. Your effort is worth it." She said and before I could make a face at her, she added, "It’s too tasty. I hope it doesn't harm my stomach."
I felt she was pulling my leg, as it was indeed my stupid effort that helped her fuck Desai once again.
It's just lunch! I looked out of the window in disgust.
 
Desai dropped us at our place. Meera thanked him for the lunch.
"It has been a wonderful day, Susheel."
I was sure she meant wonderful sex.
"And thanks for the gift too." She held the gift packet. I carried the jaggery. I had lost interest in the gift anyway. I was still struggling to digest the fact that my wife was still happily making conversations with the man who had fucked her in her husband's presence. It was as though she had completely accepted that I was a willing cuckold and she had started enjoying it. To be honest, there had been a time when it was a secret dream of mine. But now, as it happened when I was least expecting it, it only resulted in a sense of loss. I felt being robbed of something and being put in a cell without a chance to protest.
But no matter how perfectly my wife acted in front of me, I was confident that there was no way she could wipe out from my head that she was carrying Desai's live sperm in her married pussy.
I wondered if she was safe. I thought she would require pills.
Will she ask me to buy one?
No. I said to myself.  Because she's capable of helping herself. She doesn't need my help with that.
The thought was devastating.
What is that she needs me for?
Will she ever tell me?
Once we were back in the house, Meera straightaway headed to the washroom. When she returned, she looked perfectly my wife. Watching her beautiful face, I felt an urge to grab her and take her to bed. It wasn’t that I was thrilled by Desai fucking my wife again. Instead, I hoped it would get rid of my frustration.
But I managed to hold myself back, mostly because I was wary of her reaction.
Meera was excited to finally open Desai's gift package. It happened to be a saree for her and a wristwatch for me. Both items seemed highly costly, though felt worthless to me.


Chapter to be continued…

[krish_999]

Chapter – 29 continues.


In the night, I did not hold back. No matter how much I wanted to hate her for lying to me, I could not keep myself from putting my arms around her. In my mind, I was repeatedly telling myself that I only wanted to get rid of my frustration. But the moment I felt her warm body against me, I could not stop loving her more. For once, I hoped that she would become honest with me and confess it all. I was ready to forgive her. And I didn't hesitate when I opened my mouth to swallow her lips despite a strange feeling about the taste of her soft lips. The strange taste was caused by a thought lingering in my head that her lips were used by Desai a few hours ago.

Surprisingly, Meera responded actively. She darted her tongue into my mouth and led my hand into her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. It was a rare thing for her. And I found her pussy warm and moist. Her body was inviting me. I hurried through my moves to get on top of her and push my dick into her pussy. I was welcomed smoothly. As I shoved my length deep into her, I tried to gauge the difference in the width of her pussy walls, in vain. I could gauge nothing, as I was soon lost in the waves of pleasure. Within a few minutes, I was breathing heavily and anticipating my ejaculation. But Meera was a step ahead of me. She asked me to pause and pull out. I did and let her wrap her fingers around me, and lay on my back on the bed. Meera sat up and slowly went down, and opened her mouth. I lay with merriment as she licked around my balls, and tried to suck on them. I sensed her tongue trailing along the length of my dick to bring her mouth onto its head, and then slowly pushing it into her mouth. I let out a gasp in pleasure. For once, I wanted to cum inside her mouth and make her swallow my juice.
But she had other plans. She stopped after a few seconds and then got rid of her skirt. I spent a quick moment scanning her fully naked body to spot any marks that Desai probably have left. But I could not find anything. While I was still lost in the past, Meera climbed on top of me. She went on to sit on my chest but didn't stop there. She moved her hips forward and brought it over my throat. She wanted me to eat her pussy. The same pussy I was pushing my dick into a few minutes ago. The same pussy probably Desai was pushing his dick a few hours ago.
"Lick me, Krish."
I heard her voice and it was an order from a queen. I opened my mouth to welcome her pussy lips into my mouth and licked her thoroughly. I loved the taste of honey that was oozing out of her. Meera let out a moan as I massaged her clit with my tongue.
"Oh...yes... Krish...yes..."
I could watch her flat belly throbbing with her shaky breaths. Above them was a sight of her beautiful melons, with light brown tits. They were erect. My tongue work became intense. She got off me only when she was ready to be fucked. And she willingly bent forward to let me enter her from behind. I had grown hard beyond my belief, and I fucked her hard in that position. I watched my dick disappearing into her pussy and my hip hitting the softness of her round ass. It was a sight to remember but I was soon lost in my world of fantasy where I started feeling like Desai. I shifted my hands from her hip to her shoulder and pushed her down. I pushed her head down to the bed and started pounding harder. Meera pushed her face into the softness of a pillow, but her voice only become louder.
"Aahh...Aaah...Haaah..."
I was hitting a spot too perfect for her, and she let out a scream at the end of my ferocious fucking. I then shot a huge load of cum and filled her pussy. I felt like peeing inside her pussy as I emptied a huge load. I felt it would be overflown. But as I pulled out, I saw no sign of it.
As we lay on the bed catching our breaths, Meera said it was great.
"Probably the lunch was the reason for this much fun, right?  A few dangerous moments can do wonders, right?"
She asked after a while, slipping her arm through the bra strap.
"So, the lunch was fun, wasn't it? Are you not going to talk about it too?"
I asked.
"What?"
She looked at me.
I didn't like the way she looked at me. I didn't move my eyes from her.
"Meera, I want to know what happened in the hut when I was gone," I said.
"We didn't go inside the hut, Krish. We stayed outside the hut because the sunset was more visible from there."
I stared at her as if she said something unbelievable. The conversation was getting awkward within me, but I gathered myself to voice my doubt again.
"So you didn't go inside the hut at all?"
"What?" Meera asked, her eyes burning with anger. "Wait," she said, "do you think I'm lying? Do you think I and Desai were doing some hanky-panky over there when you were gone?"
Her reaction instantly warned me that I had landed in hot waters.
"It is unbelievable that Desai didn't try to be smart, Meera. If you are saying he didn't try to get you into that hut, then I want you to tell me believably. Because I know Desai still loves your company."
"Yes, he still loves my company. But I had told you I wouldn't let him do anything today. And I've been honest with you about Desai. Then how does such a doubt come to your head? And how, you ask me now?" She looked at the bed, at her top lying on the bed. She quickly grabbed it and wore it, as if she was no longer comfortable with my eyes on her bra-clad body.
"We've just made love; it was great, Krish. And you were excited because you were thinking I've had sex with him in the hut," she went on. "Are you never going to stop your fantasies?"
I moved closer and sat with her. "I am sorry if I hurt you, Meera. I didn't mean I don't trust you. But I've told you, when I am kept in the darkness, I'm forced to imagine the worst." I said apologetically.
"The worst!" Meera laughed a little. "Don't use that word, Krish. The worst doesn't excite people, it scares people."
"Meera, there's no point in arguing about how such things turn me on. Didn't we have great sex? I thought he might have at least tried to kiss you in the hut."
Meera looked at me amusedly. "So you think kissing him was okay?"
"What's the big deal? We've done much worse?"
"A kiss can't be so innocent, Krish. You haven't forgotten what happened on our anniversary, right? It started with just a simple gentlemanlike kiss, but ended in something we both didn't expect."
"We still have managed to survive, haven't we?"
"So? Are you saying it is all okay as long as we're together?" I could now see the anger on her face fading away. She was ready to tease me.
"If we keep on talking like this, we'll end up inviting Desai for dinner and let it happen again," I warned with a smile. Meera laughed and pushed me away.
"You are right, my cucky husband. But I am still wondering if you imagined just a kiss today? Was it enough to get you so high?"
"I'm surprised that he didn't even try to kiss you." I dodged her question.
"Yeah. Desai did not try to do anything. I was kinda expecting him to try to be cocky, and I was ready to stop him, but he didn't try."
The way she was speaking, I felt even she was disappointed by Desai's lack of intent. Perhaps she was disappointed because she was denied an opportunity to say no to Desai.
 
"So you both just stood out of there, and enjoyed the sunset?" I asked later with a teasing tone.
"No. He told me something about you." Meera said hesitatingly, her voice suddenly carrying a serious tone.
"What is it?"
"He told me about the last time you, him, and Ananya had gone to that resort. And how the day ended up."
I was stunned.
"Did he tell you...”
"Yes," Meera interrupted me. "He told me he had sex with her in that hut."
She looked at me as if to catch my reaction. I could not say anything for a few seconds.
"Do you think I left you with him to give him an opportunity like that?"
"It surely came across my mind. Is it true?"
I sighed. "Meera, I am being honest with you. As a loving husband, I don't want you to have sex with anyone. But at the same time, I am excited about how you develop intimacy with other men. The thought just turns me on crazily, so that's what I often fantasise about. I don't want you to fuck anyone. But I won't be able to stop you if you want to do something. When I left you there with Desai, I didn't know what would happen. Half of me didn't want to leave you with him. The other half of me wanted to trust you. But I didn't know what would happen. This uncertainty was killing me when I went with Tulsiram. But when I returned I could not see anything I feared. That’s the moment perhaps I started having my stupid fantasies. The thought of the improbable always excites me. It's just my fantasies."
"When Desai took Ananya to the hut, did you resort to your fantasies?"
"No. It was a time when I used to hate him. I was scared of him."
I said. Meera's eyes widened. I felt she was pleased with my answer.
"Desai told me the same thing." She nodded and went on.
"He told me that it was a time when he had set his eyes on Ananya. He wasn't going to talk about her until I asked him how the farm owner and my husband knew each other. Desai said it was because you guys had been there in the past too. And he said you guys weren't alone. Desai thought for a while about it and then decided to be completely honest about it. He said it was the day when he succeeded in having sex with Ananya for the first time. He spoke in detail about the efforts he had to put up to get Ananya. 'Krish was trying to save her,' he said. 'At first, I thought he was jealous of me. It was a time when he used to hate me, but I was trying my best to keep my friendship with him because I had set my eyes on you. When he tried to protect Ananya from me, I even thought he was attracted to Ananya. You know, Krish agreed to join us on the resort trip only to try to save her from falling into my trap. I hope you won't mind if I am honest with you, that I had tricked each other because Ananya agreed to come only when she was confirmed that Krish was also coming. Krish had even warned Ananya's husband Samarth about it. But it didn't work out. And when I and Ananya had sex in this hut, her only regret was that she had done it against Krish's warning. It was our first time. After that, I regularly brought Ananya to my villa. But I still had my eyes set on you.' He said with a smile. 'You know, at the peak of my attempts to befriend Krish, I even offered him a chance to sleep with Ananya. But he rejected it. And then I came to know that Krish and Ananya had a past when he was going through a breakup with you. Your husband is a gentleman, Meera. You know, I've offered him a chance to sleep with my friend Maithrei too. You were long aware that we were sleeping together, right?'
I said what was going on between him and Maithrei was an easy guess for me. I didn't tell him that you had told me about seeing him in bed with her. But, he knew everything.
'To lure Krish into a trap I even let him witness Maithrei in bed with me.' He was brutally honest and then added that he had no plan to talk Maithrei into that. And he said your love for me is unconditional. And my love for you too. He told me, 'even though I've got to live my dream on the anniversary night, I am aware that you guys did it for each other. It was never about me. But I am glad that I am part of your intimate fantasy. I can be happy with that.' I was surprised to know that he was aware of our fantasies and liking for kinky adventures. I think he is no more chasing me, trying to get into my bed. He's content with seeing us happy with each other and him."
Meera concluded. I was stunned by Desai's guts to reveal so much about Ananya, Maithrei, and his desperate measures to get Meera.
 
As Meera began it by saying Desai told her about me accompanying him and Ananya to the resort, I had started to be upset. But as she went on to describe how he chose to side with me, I ended up thanking him in my mind.
"Why didn't you tell me about it when we reached home?" I asked.
"It was because Desai told me not to ask you about it. He thought you would hate him for speaking about it, even though you had done nothing wrong. He told me how he can look back and see how good you were for Ananya. As if you were her guardian angel."
I smiled. "He said that?"
"Yes, he said that."
"Weren't you upset that I hid it all from you?"
She smiled, "no, dear. I am impressed to know that you tried to protect Ananya from him."
Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was impressed by Desai also, for how he had used the opportunity to spend the evening with her. Anyways, we had a peaceful night. As I put my arm over her, I felt very calm before I fell asleep.
 
 
The next morning, Meera told me that Desai had decided to sell his villa too.
I was surprised. "Isn't it the last of his residential property in Pune?"
"Yes. He is doing everything to move away from us."
She said.
I wondered if it was possible.
 
I phoned Desai at noon and he confirmed it.
"Yes, I am selling it. It was a necessity when I was a philanderer in the past. I don't need it anymore." He said.
But you still haven’t stopped sleeping with other’s wives. I said in my mind.
"What will you do when you visit Pune?"
I asked.
"I'll stay in the hotels. There are many good hotels in Pune," he said and then added. "By the way, my conference in Mumbai was cancelled. I am still here. What about a drink with me one last time in my villa before it gets sold?"
One last time! My heart skipped a few beats as I heard those words. For a second, I wondered how Meera would react to his invitation.
"I'd love to accept your invitation, Desai," I said. "But I'm not sure about Meera. I'll ask her, anyway."
"No, Krish. Don't ask her." Desai said quickly. "I don't want to overexpose myself to her. I was talking about a drink for us; you and me. Leave her out of this."
I was surprised.
"I want to stay away from her; it is the promise I've made myself. I hope you understand." Desai added as if he read my mind.
I was happy with his genuine effort to move on.
 
 
In the evening, I left an hour ago and drove into Desai's villa. As I crossed the gate I had a look at the villa and wondered how much it would cost. I could not even make a guess.
Desai was waiting for me, wearing a t-shirt and loose trousers. The body-hugging t-shirt revealed his muscular body but it did not intimidate me as it used to in the past. Those days of intimidation were long gone.
After exchanging pleasantries, Desai invited me to the hall and we got settled on the couch. The centre table was decorated with branded scotch whisky and snacks. As Desai poured whisky into our glasses, my eyes inadvertently fell on the closed door of his bedroom. He noticed it.
"No. No one is in that room, bro." He said with a chuckle. I laughed.
"Thanks for confirming that. It's a room never failed to shock the shit out of me." I said.
"Two times, right?"
"Thrice, I think."
He looked unsure. I explained. "The first time was when you showed me Ananya lying nude on the bed. Then the second time when you allowed Maithrei to walk out of that room. And a third time when you allowed me to watch you with her."
"The third time won't count. Because there was no shock value."
"I was shocked by how you do it with a woman. I couldn't stop thinking about how you would have done with my wife." I said; only to regret dragging Meera into our conversation too early. I hadn't even had my first drink.
"That makes us equals." Desai handed me my drink and we said 'cheers' with a nod. He went on after taking a sip. "You and I, both are lost in the charms of one special woman. You are her husband, but you have your share of dreams about her."
"My dreams keep me close to her," I said.
"My dreams too, but I can't do that, right?" He said with a smile.
He looked weak, and I felt he was deliberately doing it.
"But you have lived your dream once, that too on a day very special to her, haven’t you?" I asked.
"It happened only because you allowed me…”
I didn’t like how he wanted to credit me for helping him screw my wife.
“Yesterday too, I left Meera alone in your company. But you didn’t try to get in her pants. Why?”
“Did you expect me to take advantage of the situation?”
Desai asked.
“No,” I said. “I and Meera had a clear conversation about the trip. I had complete trust in her. But I am surprised to know that you didn’t even try to know what was in her mind or how she would react. I felt you are trying to get into her good books.”
“Yes, I am trying to get into her good books” Desai shook his head. ”I am trying to get into everyone’s good books. If I’m back into my family, it’s only because of Meera. So why shouldn’t I try to be a good human being and a friend to her? Yesterday when you left her with me, I saw it as an opportunity to show how grateful I am. I am aware of what is in her mind, Krish. She’s still trying to cope with the way she ended up behaving on the anniversary night. And also I’ve made a promise to myself not to destroy her life.”
“Are you still playing that card?” I laughed. “Then how do you justify the anniversary night?”
Desai stared at me for a moment and then spoke.
“I have taken this decision after that night, Krish. If you remember, I had boarded the flight that evening to join you at the anniversary celebration only. It was just accidental that my landing at Pune got delayed and I ended up with a late-night visit at your place. The party had been finished before I reached and I had no idea my little fun banter with you would take me somewhere I hadn’t even dreamt of. If you remember, one more thing, Krish, it was you who turned our conversation into the warm territories. That night I hadn’t come to turn my fantasy into reality. But it was you who turned your fantasy into reality. You are a master manipulator, Krish. I and Meera are just pawns in your game.”
It was my turn to stare at him now.
“Desai, are you saying it was me who forced you into what happened that night? Remember, it was something I’ve never wanted. What happened was just…”
Desai was already shaking his head in denial.
“No, Krish. You are now trying to save yourself from the responsibility. I don’t know why you are doing this, because for me you seemed in control until this moment. It’s been weeks, buddy, and you haven’t scolded me even once for my actions. Perhaps you were figuring out who to blame. I can take the blame if you want, but I suggest you keep Meera out of the list.”
I could not believe he was telling me it was me who made him fuck my wife. It was your dick that went inside her pussy, dude. It was you who held it straight and pushed it into her. I wanted to tell him but when I opened my mouth, I said something else.
“I was in control until you went to the party hall with my wife. After that, I lost it.”
“But when we went to the hall, you knew what we could do there, didn’t you? Why didn’t you follow us and stop us?”
“Because I trusted you. Both of you.” I said.
Desai looked at me as if I told him something absurd.
“Are you serious?”
“Why do you think I am not serious?”
“If you are serious, then you will have to justify your actions on that night, Krish. You created the opportunity for me to kiss your wife. When I kissed her like a gentleman, you said I could have had much more fun. Your words put a spark in Meera who was holding back until then. Did you ask her why did she have it with me? Whatever impression she had about me until then is irrelevant. Because it was you who turned her on.”
“I was just being playful.”
I defended myself.
“Come on, Krish. Don’t do this to me. I’m getting upset.”
“What about me? Weren’t I upset?”
“If you were upset, you wouldn’t have behaved so calmly, Krish. When the gatekeeper asked you if you knew about it, Meera said you knew. I also had the same opinion.”
“Meera told him so, only to stop him from spreading the news, Desai.”
“That’s one reason. But Meera wouldn’t have spoken up if it was not true.”
I sat back for a moment.
“So you and Meera think I am solely responsible for that night, right? But as far as I know, she’s dealing with remorse.”
Desai took a long breath before he spoke.
“Krish, her remorse is justified not because of what we did but how did.”
My heart was beating faster despite being prepared to hear anything from Desai. Desai had repeated something Meera had told me the other day.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Didn’t Meera tell you anything about it?”
“Not in detail.”
“She will tell you. She might take time but she will.”
“What about you? Why don’t you speak about it?”
“Do you want me to tell you about it in detail?”
“I know you will enjoy telling me.”
“Surely, Krish. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I felt he was trying to slip away. Now I wanted to hear it at any cost.
“Last time when you told me about your first time experience with my wife, I was not willing to believe your words. But later I confirmed it with her. You were right, Desai. And you were right about the way we can react to the reality of being a cuckold. I have accepted the reality. And I believe I and Meera are a special couple. Nothing can break the bond between us. So I am willing to listen to your version of the anniversary night, but it doesn’t mean you can intimidate me with your sexual prowess.” I said.
“I know I can’t intimidate you because I don’t know how much Meera has told you about the night. But she must have given you a picture because as you’ve rightly said, you are a special couple. My days of underestimating you are long gone, Krish. I am sorry if I hurt you.”
“Whatever happened has happened. It’s been just a few months but I feel I’ve come a long way from the shock. I can certainly express my curiosity now.”
"I know you are curious to know how your wife finally accepted my passion for her. Don't be embarrassed, Krish. We know we both are excited about what happened that night. Things got out of our hands a bit and that was an aberration otherwise it was a fantastic episode in our life. If I thought I have been crazy about your wife, I was wrong. Because the truth is that I'm crazy about both of you. You are a couple I would love to keep close to my heart. So I have nothing to hide from you. As long as you are listening, I'll tell you what happened that night, word by word we spoke, breath by breath we inhaled, and every bit of emotion and pleasure we shared."
"Okay," I said and finished my drink, as though preparing to hear a story.
Desai nodded his head a few times before he started.
"When you allowed me to kiss her, I couldn’t tell myself if it was happening for real. But Meera was standing right in front of me. My dream woman, while her husband watched from a distance as closer as we are sitting here. As I pulled her to me and saw her lips a few inches from mine, I felt I would choke her with my kiss. But I didn't want to offend her. My moment was made when she closed her eyes and waited for my kiss. That was enough for me to cherish the memory of the night for a long. And then I kissed her. I felt her body pressing against me. Her breasts were pressing against my chest. I felt their softness. And as I kissed her, I pulled her whole body even closer, pushing my crotch against her. She felt it down there and I saw it in her eyes when she opened her eyes after my kiss. I have seen those stars in her eyes in the past too. There was a silent connection between us. And like adding fuel to the fire, you said I lost a chance because you thought she was so ready. You said I could have had a lot more fun. Meera put up an angry face at you, but when she looked at me I could tell that she could read my mind. There was a connection between us; a silent one.
After that, I don't remember what we spoke to each other. Even Meera looked a bit lost which made me long for her even more. I could only wish if she made a move so that I can hope for more. And it happened when she volunteered to take me to the party hall for dinner. She grabbed my hand like she was waiting for an opportunity, just like me. I think you had foreseen our moves already because you asked Meera what she would do in case there's no food in the party hall. Meera responded well, saying things that I was dying to hear. She said she was capable to satisfy my hunger and thirst.
While walking down the stairs she released her grip on my hand. We didn't speak a word to each other. I suppose we both knew it was the calmness before a storm. Meera led me to the party hall, and then into its back room. Once we got inside the room, she proceeded to check the food vessels. She said the options were few, and I reminded her that she had boasted of her certain skills to her husband a minute ago. She came back to me and said without smiling, ‘are you counting on it?’ I didn’t tell her anything. To be honest I could not tell her anything. I just looked into her eyes. And she looked at mine and then shyly averted her eyes. We both knew where this was going. We knew why we were there. I grabbed her hand and slowly pulled her closer. She was now not shy looking me in the eyes. She was ready."
Desai took a final sip and kept his glass down. He seemed lost in his memory of a wonderful night. He wiped his lips and nodded his head before he spoke again.
"You know Krish, in the social media people post images from the past to recall a moment that's worth remembering forever. It is called a throwback picture. My union with Meera was one such. From the moment we walked into that back room, we felt we had been there before. It was a reunion. I knew her feeling and she knew mine. We were not there to indulge in some backroom sex. We were there to recall a beautiful moment from our past. It was our throwback moment. We knew both of us wanted to go back and redo those moments we had two years ago. The only thing we weren't sure about was who wanted it more. And I asked her if she remembered that night. She looked into my eyes and said 'how can I ever forget that night?'
What else do you think I wanted to hear from her?
I just pulled her closer and then we kissed. She opened her mouth and welcomed my lips. It wasn't how we had kissed in front of you. It was how we wanted to kiss each other. Our tongues met and we exchanged our saliva. Her eagerness to greet my tongue with hers made my heart full. The warmth of her mouth gave me goosebumps. I let her play with my tongue while sucking her lips. My excitement pushed her backwards and she stopped only when she touched her back on the edge of the large table. I lifted her and sat her on the edge of it and continued kissing. My arms went around her, and her arms around me. My palm was placed behind her head, but there was no need to pull her closer. She was pushing herself into my mouth. And still kissing, her hands rushed to unbutton my shirt. I helped her undo all the buttons, but I hardly broke our kiss until the front side of my torso was exposed. Then she finally broke the kiss to have a look at me - at my chest - and ran her palm down through the centre of my chest.
'You haven't changed a bit... except that you look stronger.' She told me.
It had been two years since she had seen my naked body. And she still remembered how I looked.
I went a step further to remove my shirt completely, and she ran her arms down my arms too. She said my arms were surely more muscular than last time.
I smiled at her, and said, 'let me see how you look.'
I grabbed her dupatta and she just looked at me like she wanted to see how I was gonna do it. I quickly undid her blouse hooks, my fingers already brushing over her breasts. I undid all the hooks and took her blouse off. Perhaps I hurried a bit and she too responded with the same pace, as she quickly undid her bra to reveal her fully naked breasts to me. Her tits were erect, ready to be sucked. I didn't waste a second as I bent down and sucked on them. I can't tell you the pleasure I had when I ran my tongue around her tits. Krish, pardon my language but you are such a lucky bastard. You can do anything you want with her, every night, right?"
I was so lost in his narration that I forgot to answer. He didn't expect me to reply anyway.
He went on. "I sucked them just for two minutes. But I was sure even two hours wouldn't be enough to justify the beauty of that softness. Nothing can compare to doing things in real but doing the things the way you've dreamt for a long time would make it even more special. I told her, 'we haven't been this close for a long time, but it feels like we've never been away. I think that's because you've never stopped visiting my dreams.' And I asked her if she ever had dreams about me.
Do you know what her reply was? She said, 'I know you can tell by looking into my eyes.'
I looked into her eyes and they were dreamy."
Desai was slowly revealing the most vulnerable side of my wife to me. There had been a time when I used to discard everything Desai told me about Meera. But once I heard the truth about Meera's first time experience with Desai from herself, I had no choice but to believe everything that came out of Desai's mouth.
Desai went on.
"It was a revelation. The woman whom I have been chasing for so long had dreams about me. If she had told me to walk away at that exact moment, I would have done it without questioning. Because her confession had already made the date worth it. I said, 'I can't believe I'm not dreaming this. But I also know I do deserve this. I have dreamt about you so much, baby. I haven't longed for anything more in my life than you.' I might have sounded desperate to her, but I had no qualms about accepting my desperation. I was not the beast I would love to pretend to be to the world around me. I was a man in solitude who can be happy just by being in her presence. That she was hugging me simply made me already feel in heaven. And you know what she told me? 'You are talking too much, don't make too much noise.'
Her warning was a hint that I needed to hurry. I made her sit on the table properly and lifted her skirt to reach for her panty. She leaned backwards, supporting her weight on her elbows on the table, allowing me to remove her panty. As her panty got stuck on her sandal, she laughed.
'Are we panicking?'
'No, baby. There's no need to be panicky. We are here to love each other.' I whispered and leaned forward, to lick along the shank of her leg. She patiently waited and watched my tongue travel up to her knee and then dive into the centre of her legs. I split her legs and spent a moment seeing the sight of her beautiful pussy. There is no point in telling you how it was, but still, I can't forget the sight of her brown lips at the centre of her shaved mound. I haven’t forgotten the aroma of her cunt. It was mesmerising. The moment I landed my first kiss on it, I heard a gasp from her. To hear the sound of a slight moan from her, it's of divine pleasure. You can imagine how it would have felt when I pressed my mouth into her and licked her in an upward movement. Her pussy tasted better than honey, and it made me so crazy that I wished she peed in my mouth. I was ready to drink it. As she lay on her back on the table during my licking, I went even downward and licked her asshole too. And she moaned my name as a reward to me. After allowing me to worship her like that, she got up and grabbed my face by the chin, and gestured for me to get up. She wanted me to stand up.
I stood up and she quickly reached for my pants and began to unbutton them, making it obvious that she needed more.
The moment I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankle, my rod was wrapped by her fingers. I could sense the confidence in her grip. She was demanding. I felt she was waiting for that moment, as much as I had been.
She moved her hand back and forth on me and pulled me toward her. I kissed her again and moved between her legs.
She hurried even more as she simply adjusted her thighs and guided my rod into her pussy. Two years, Krish. Two years have passed since I had done it last time and only I know how much I wanted to do it since then! She was wet and smooth, yet she felt like a virgin girl. I pushed it in slowly and slowly, feeling every millimetre of her with my length.”
 
As Desai was lost in his own words to describe the joy of filling my wife’s pussy with his dick, I could not help but surreptitiously glimpse at his crotch. His loose trousers made his bulge obvious and large enough to be ignored. I knew Meera would have struggled to contain its size.
 
Desai went on, oblivious to where I was looking.
“Once it was completely in, I ended up pausing for a while. I could not stop expressing my feeling to her.
'Oh my god. Finally, here I'm. Living this feeling of myself inside you, Meera. You are worth every moment of my waiting. I love you.' I declared at the peak of my emotions.
Meera was smiling, suppressing the pain of accommodating my growth inside her. It was the same smile I had seen on her face two years ago. What a woman your wife is, Krish. She is a goddess who can bless you into insanity with pleasure. And yet she looked submissive to me as my whole length was inside her.
'Take me, Susheel Desai.' She said. You know I love it when she calls me Susheel.
I started moving, but I only moved a couple of times, ever slowly, when Meera leaned back as if an unknown force drained her energy.
'Just hold on for a second, Susheel.' She mumbled and closed her eyes while breathing heavily yet in a controlled manner.  I held my rod deep inside her and kept watching the beauty of her subtle transformation. She opened her eyes and smiled.
'I felt I was cumming already.' She said.
'That's too early.'
'That's beyond my control. Perhaps I've waited too long for this.'
That was the most stunning statement I had ever been told.”


Chapter to be continued…

[krish_999]

Chapter 29 continues...

I was stunned by the revelation that Meera had experienced an orgasm just by Desai pushing his dick inside her. And her confession that she had waited very long for that was simply a statement powerful enough to question my existence in her world.

The first thing that came into my mind was how badly she had been waiting for it.
For two years?
I hated the thought.
After Desai decided to quit?
It felt easier to prefer this thought but it was still awfully hurting me. My mind tried to refuse the validity of Desai's statement for a moment.
No, she hadn’t been longing for him. Never. I thought. He’s making it up.
But no matter what I thought momentarily, I had to believe Desai's words about my wife’s complete surrender to his masculinity. And it landed so deep into my psyche. Meera’s hesitation in the past to talk about her and Desai’s sexual encounter was justified with a reason – that she was conquered by his ability to satisfy her – and it was devastating.
 
“I told her that it was the most stunning statement I’d ever been told.” Desai went on. “Meera blushed and after adjusting her posture she said, ‘Now give me your love, gentleman.’
I moved and thrust myself forward. Her eyes were on mine; I thought she would smile but she didn’t, as I pushed my dick deeper enough to make the most of it to disappear into her pussy. She leaned back to allow me room to move further. I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and let her right leg hang from the edge of the table. I could sense her pussy lips tightening around my rod. I was anticipating a smile but her lips convulsed, her eyes squinted as if she was struggling.
I thought she was struggling to contain my whole size. I asked her when the last time she had sex was. ‘It was a few days ago,’ she said and then added that it was when she visited my flat with you. It was before you guys had decided to buy it.
'It's not a few days ago.' I said. ‘It's been more than a week.'
She shook her head with a smile.
'That explains the slight pain.' I said.
‘But you're not hurting me.’ She assured, still smiling.  A beautiful smile. That beautiful smile remained there as I started fucking her deep, despite her body shaking with my movement. I was again back in heaven, the joy that I was having is impossible to put into words. But I didn't rush. Back in my mind, I knew I might not have much time, but I didn't want to rush. I wanted to live the pleasure of my dick going inside her every single time. So I kept pushing it in slowly and pulled back slightly faster. It might have felt a calculative trick for Meera, as my dick was perhaps not missing to tingle any of her pleasure spots. Her breathing pace was rising and it told me I was doing it right. I pulled her hip outside the table's edge and started fucking with more power, but still managed to kiss her raised left leg. At once I slowly licked along the calf of her leg. Her legs and feet are so beautiful that I would never mind worshipping them.
Meera loved it. She loved it when I again started going harder. Her belly was throbbing. Her chest was moving up in the air every time my dick went inside her. She was inching closer to another orgasm. I bent forward and kissed her. She happily welcomed my lips into her mouth and met my tongue with hers. Even when I stopped kissing, she raised her head to ask for more, licking across my lips. My lips got wet with her saliva. She was lost in me and she sat up to put her arms around me, around my neck. I had to drop her legs to let them hang from the edge of the table, and we were kissing and embracing as I resumed fucking her. It was simply amazing that whatever we did was just amplifying the pleasure of my dick going inside her pussy. I was sure it was the same for her because she was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. If you remember the last time I had pathetically failed to gift her an orgasm despite fucking her for the whole night, and this time in a matter of a few minutes, she was about to get it for the second time.
And her arms tightened around me even more, as if she didn’t want me to stop at all. I was on the brink of shooting my load as well, and I asked if she was safe. You won’t believe me if I tell you the exact words she replied.
‘Forget the safety for God’s sake, Susheel. Just do it.’ It was both an order and a request. I was made both a king and a servant at the same moment by her words. I lost my control then and there and started going in beast mode to land final blows to take her beyond the edge. Meera let out a scream, controlled by the clenching of her teeth. Finally, I had given her the perfect full orgasm that I had promised her long ago. The sight of her living the pleasure of it was an immense joy for me too. I gave the final push and held it deep inside, and then unloaded myself. It was huge. I had gathered a huge load, and so my groan matched the intensity of my ejaculation. I proudly filled her pussy and then kissed her once more time while panting.”
 
As Desai was telling me how he had enjoyed the moment his hot sperm was filling my wife’s pussy, I remembered how it had become the turning point of the night that drew security guards’ attention back to the party hall. They had thought the noise came from a dog trapped in there. I remembered how Meera had later confirmed the truth about that unusual noise.
"It wasn't a dog. It was Desai. His voice was a bit loud in the end."
The memory brought a sigh to me. Yes, his voice was loud.
 
“That's what we did it, Krish. If you believe me, I'm still wondering how the incident came out the way it did. I mean, you know how much I've desired for her. In my life, I have desired many things. I have a history of making my wishes – every one of them - real.”
I could not help but agree with his words instantly.
 
Two years ago, while trying to get in Ananya’s pants despite facing opposition from me, he had told me one thing. “Once I made a wish, I just know how to make it happen.”
And he had managed to turn her into a pleasure object in his bedroom.
Meera was his ultimate wish. And he had turned that wish too into reality.
And it was my reality that I not only failed to stop it but also become a force to help him.
 
Desai went on, “but Meera and you had convinced me that I could fail too. I had given up trying. And I had also convinced myself that I need not be frustrated by my failure. I had come to terms with that. But my destiny certainly had other plans. You guys became my friends who decided the way I looked at the world around me. Some people have benefited from my change but none greater than me. I've got a family back there. And I've got my long time wish fulfilled here. I hope you can understand my joy. Like you, I too was deeply upset by those two men finding me with Meera in a compromised spot, but that was never a thing I couldn't handle. Now I can cherish the sweetest memory for a long time. I want to tell you that you must see me as a brother. I'll be there for you in any need. You can tell me anything. Ask me. Promise me one thing. If you ever feel intimidated by me, then just tell me to leave. Just ask me. Because I want you to be happy only. I know Meera was happy till the last last moment of it, and I want her to continue that way. I will always be there for her, for you.
I also have promised to be completely honest with you. That’s why I am telling you all this. The sex on the anniversary night was more intimate than the one we did two years ago. That makes me proud about earning so much love from Meera, even though I know it’s temporary. She absolutely loves you, and she will remain yours. That’s why I chose not to take any risk yesterday, Krish. I value her friendship more than a few minutes of sex now. I want to see her smiling. Be happy.”
 
As he went on and on telling me how our lives will be happier, I was losing grip over the way my head was working. I wanted to be angry at him. But I did not know how. I wanted to tell him to stop talking. But I didn’t want to tell him anything.
Desai spoke a lot. But I heard only a portion of his speech. I enjoyed his whisky and I sat tight in the seat as if I enjoyed how he narrated his experience of having sex with my wife.
“Will you ever be angry at me over this incident, Krish?” He asked me at one moment.
“I don’t think so, Desai. I am kinda glad that you were able to satisfy my wife in bed, finally. I am glad that you’ve done it the way you dreamed.”
I wasn’t sure if I was being sarcastic or not. My head was heavy.
 
While driving back home I remembered his words.
“I have a history of making my wish real.”
He was right. He had not only managed to turn Ananya into a sex toy but also pushed her into bed with a friend of his.
Then something from the past came to my mind. A year ago, Desai had revealed his desire to have Meera in my presence.
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum… I will let you watch when I eat her pussy. You will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see her enjoying my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while. Meera would never know that you were there. She will never know that you know. You will see the true, darkest side of your wife. Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
My heart raced faster than the car I was driving. The whisky in my blood had evaporated.
Am I going to see the true, darkest side of my wife?
Meera's remorseful face came to my mind.
“It's my fault that I did what I did and more than that it's my fault that how I did it.”
I knew her words were matched by Desai's finding that ‘the sex on the anniversary night was more intimate than the one we did two years ago’. Meera was trying to stay away from Desai after the anniversary night because of the guilt feeling that she revealed too much and showed too much passion to him.
Isn’t it a sign that Desai has been given a space in her heart?
It was more dangerous than the sex.
 
I remembered the faces of many men who had been part of our adventure life in the past. I remembered how I never had to worry about Meera falling for any of them. They all had walked out of our lives, without threatening to take Meera away from me. Of course, Das had some shitty plans but the fact that he was married was something I had put my money on. Desai's case was different. He was single and longing for affection.
I wondered how long he would keep his promise of staying away from Meera. I dreaded the moment he would come up with a sorry.
“I am sorry Krish. I am in love with Meera. I can’t live without her.”
My heart nearly stopped at the thought.
I knew the story of Desai in our life was not going to have a good ending. But my dick remained hard throughout my drive back home.
I knew it was not going to let me make wise decisions.
 
 
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[Chennai Veeran]

Nice update. Now krish slowly started accepted things. Not far to accept Desai child in his wife womb.

[themaskeditor]

Dear @krish_999 thanks a lot for the super big update.

A big applause for your efforts.

[samss400]

Surprise to see the long update as writer told about three months break. Thanks a lot for this beautiful update narrating the real things happened in the anniversary night. Now it's clear that Desai wins the heart of Meera two years ago. This is now become headache for Krish. Very good narration. Thanks you once again.

[msd.23]

outstanding.... you are such a perfect erotic writer Krish <3