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

[chutdriller]

Please update today. Desperately waiting to see this update.

[Orukathaisollattuma]

Disappointed

[The Last samurai]

Krish told only Sunday but didn't mention which Sunday upcoming or next or next to next. So people keep waiting for the sunday. Ha ha ?????
Jokes apart krish please update bro many peopl are eager to know what happened on the fateful night. It's wait of long time

[krish_999]

Sorry for keeping you all waiting for the update, guys. Today there was a long powercut and I could not access my pc where a part of the chapter is kept. I had no choice. I didn't want to come here and post my excuse also. Anyway, finally, it's alright. I am fine tuning it and updating shortly. Thanks.

[Amit2021msm]

Sorry for keeping you all waiting for the update, guys. Today there was a long powercut and I could not access my pc where a part of the chapter is kept. I had no choice. I didn't want to come here and post my excuse also. Anyway, finally, it's alright. I am fine tuning it and updating shortly. Thanks.

It’s ok bro ! Take your time !  
But Don’t bring that whore Meera into this chapter, we need Krish in action !

[chutdriller]

Sorry for keeping you all waiting for the update, guys. Today there was a long powercut and I could not access my pc where a part of the chapter is kept. I had no choice. I didn't want to come here and post my excuse also. Anyway, finally, it's alright. I am fine tuning it and updating shortly. Thanks.

 No issues. Will wait for the update. Thanks for letting us know.

[Rbjunior]

Please don't insult Meera for what she has done. she always stopped Krish's fantasy for a long time making it into reality. Just look at the very fact that she was hesitant to move the fantasy of having sex with Desai, but she got the wrong signal from Krish to go ahead everytime. The anniversary night he said to Desai "ok you can have Meera if there is no food left" the other night was no different, When she tried to stop Desai from getting more adventurous in the game she noticed Krish adjusting his pants which she made her believe he likes what he sees. For his desire she allows herself vulnerable to Desai's advances. Then why was she didn't stopped herself from it, because she doesn't know how far Krish wants to go in this game. Before she asked her to do these fun games she did as he told her and that doesn't shown any jealousy in him which made her angry hence she thought he doesn't love her. She is always there to be like the wife he wants in his dreams. But bit doubtful that if she ever cross the path as he likes, will he ever see her as the one he fallen in love before or as a whore ?? Don't you get it she still loves him....if he wish to see her with another man..she will do it as long as he still sees her the same and love her without doubt.

[chutdriller]

Please don't insult Meera for what she has done. she always stopped Krish's fantasy for a long time making it into reality. Just look at the very fact that she was hesitant to move the fantasy of having sex with Desai, but she got the wrong signal from Krish to go ahead everytime. The anniversary night he said to Desai "ok you can have Meera if there is no food left" the other night was no different, When she tried to stop Desai from getting more adventurous in the game she noticed Krish adjusting his pants which she made her believe he likes what he sees. For his desire she allows herself vulnerable to Desai's advances. Then why was she didn't stopped herself from it, because she doesn't know how far Krish wants to go in this game. Before she asked her to do these fun games she did as he told her and that doesn't shown any jealousy in him which made her angry hence she thought he doesn't love her. She is always there to be like the wife he wants in his dreams. But bit doubtful that if she ever cross the path as he likes, will he ever see her as the one he fallen in love before or as a whore ?? Don't you get it she still loves him....if he wish to see her with another man..she will do it as long as he still sees her the same and love her without doubt.

I feel the same. She is doing this because she knows kirsh wants this to happen. her every action is because Meera and Krish both wants it to happen. Hope the couple alws stays together. Rest is up to the author.

[Rbjunior]

These characters reminds me the characters from another author (xgelover) mike and jen. Wife does every kinky cuckold fantasy he likes with other men for satiate his desires. But mike more into humiliation which drives him even more kinky. Krish is not i think really into humiliation if you look back Desai tried to humiliate and arouse him by saying he will fuck his wife before his eyes. But that made him more hostile to Desai. Desai understood it. Now he tries his best behaviour to Krish and without any hindrance this persona really works for Desai. Desai knows it as long as he doesn't piss off Krish by saying anything stupid he can enjoy meera. Look at
 the way he asked Krish, had he jerked by hearing the sex without ridicule him.

[desihunter]

Yes an Meera had said this in past

[chutdriller]

Another perspective that comes to mind is what all happened to people with whome Krish/Meera had relations Shekar/Das/Ashish/Harish?

Shekar in excitement had drink with Meera and Krish. Gets to fuck Meera in front of Krish fulfilling Krish's fantasy to watch Meera have sex with other in front of him and Meera's attempt to fulfil krish's fantasy.  And in this excitement his returns home being drunk and get in and life ending accident. He had a family and everything just finished with his death.

Das: I dont think he has any respect left. He got humiliated. He lost all his respect in front of his sis in law and not she has the upper hand always. Lost relation with Meera too.

Ashish: Had to quit job and the city. He himself told Meera and Krish that he lost a good friendship. Meera and Krish helped him to change his perspective about women after his failed marriage. He could have had more positive thinks going on in his life if his friendship with Krish and Meera had continued.

Harish: Did not even get much chance with meera. But the raunchy moments he spend with Meera helped Sheetal and Pawan to easily get him into their plan and he does not even know he was made a fool so that Sheetal and Pawan can have a kid.

Krish/Meera: Krish got new Carrier. Meera changed job and is continuing. They made 2 big investments by buying 2 expensive flats and are thing about their future. Meera already spoke about having kids with Krish for a short moment. So they are thinking about settling specially Meera. So her relations with others have no impact on her about her future with Krish. She looks like she is only thinking future with Krish.

Just thought from different angle.
What will happen Next?

[Rbjunior]

Yeah the twists were very fast. They left  the apartment soon which  left us hanging what happened to harish and those pervy oldmen in the apratment who lusted after Meera for a chance....

[krish_999]

Chapter – 32

 
I lay in bed having the rush of my breathing settled, yet still nervous. I could not find sleep. I was sure Desai would not allow his body to hurry like me and be spent on a night he had been waiting for. I knew his dick would be still stretching the inner walls of my wife’s married pussy, and I could only wonder how many times he would unload his cum inside her.
The whole night!
For once, I felt I should have questioned Meera’s decision to give in to his demand without a hint of protest. But it was a lost moment; I could do nothing.
Perhaps, tomorrow. I thought. Tomorrow I would question her. I would tell her that this wasn't something I enjoyed.
It was the heavy rain that had brought Desai to my home. As if it was the rains that had brought luck to Desai.
And it was still raining. Does it mean Desai's luck was still working?
 
Even though I somehow found sleep after a long sleepless hour, I was woken up by a bad dream.
The dream was a continuation of reality. I saw Meera and Desai joyfully spending time in bed, while I was trapped under something heavy and dark. I could not see what they were doing exactly but I knew it without looking. I could not move the weight off me, and the only option I had was to wait for Meera to finish. I had lost my voice too. I could only hope for her to turn to me and find me. But it never happened, as Meera was completely lost in whatever she was doing with Desai. It turned from bad to worse as my attempt to grab her attention by screaming failed. As the last resort, I tried to move my body with all my might and I woke up with a panic jerk.
I had lost my sleep again. I could still hear the sound of rain through the window. It made me feel lonelier than ever.
 
I felt it was my worst fear that was making me have such a dream.
No. Meera will be always mine. I said to myself.
I got up from bed and slowly walked in the darkness to the other room. I stood outside the door, silently trying to listen to the sounds from inside. But there was nothing.
I couldn't understand whether it was over or I was unable to hear them still fucking. 
Why would he stop making love to her after a couple of times of sex?
Disheartened, I walked back to my room, with only the sound of rain to accompany me. I checked the time; it was 2.30 am.
Back in my bed, I found my dick erect again. It was stupid. And there was only one thing I could do to find peace after that.
 
In the morning I woke up only when Meera pulled the blanket off my body suddenly. I woke up in shock, but the biggest shock was for Meera as she saw my naked body. She put the blanket back to cover me quickly, but the damage was already done. To add to my embarrassment, my underwear was lying beside me.
“Looks like you had a busy night, Krish,” Meera said. I saw a smirk at the corner of her lips.
I noticed that she had taken bath. In fact, she was ready in a top and trousers which made me quickly realise she was getting ready for the office.
I checked the time on the wall clock. It was quite late.
“How many times did you shag?” Meera asked again. This time her smirk had become more evident. I realised where she was looking at. At the dried-up cum spots on the bed.
“How was your night? Finally, it happened, right?” I asked, evading her questions.
Meera evaded my question too. She instead handed me a coffee cup.
“Time to wake up.”
“Where is he?” I asked. “Has he left?”
“Still sleeping. He’s also not in the mood to get out of bed.”
“Maybe he too had a busy night.” I retorted.
Meera threw another naughty smile at me, visibly enjoying my remark.
“I am getting late for office. I got things I can’t avoid there. You guys take care of each other. Breakfast is on the table for both of you.”
She said and left, after kissing me goodbye.
 
I got up and did my morning routines quickly and then went to the other room. Desai was sleeping on the bed. The first thing I noticed was the bulge between his legs. Though his body below the waist was covered by a thin and smooth blanket, his morning wood was pretty obvious.
I was suddenly hit with a reality which did not excite me like the previous night. The man who was sleeping under that thin blanket had screwed my wife for the whole night. Perhaps he had fucked her in the morning too, which may be why he’s having such a satisfying sleep late in the morning.
I stood there for a moment to observe his muscular body. Unbeknownst to myself, I was looking for love bites. In other words, I was looking for evidence of my wife’s sexual fantasies and cravings which were fulfilled by this man. I saw a red mark on the side of his neck. I could not make out whether it was redness on the skin or a spread of lipstick. Whatever it may be, it gave me a sense of loss as if suddenly the whole of my mind was forced to accept the truth.
For one moment, I imagined Meera lying next to him, her body completely naked, and kissing along his neck, landing soft love bites.
The whole night! The thought sent a chill down my spine, despite knowing there was no shock value to that thought.
 
My eyes again stuck on the bulge between his thighs.
How many times would he have pushed it inside her pussy? How many times would she have caressed it with her hands?
 
I remembered her naughty smile when I suggested Desai had a busy night in bed. I was sure she had a blissful night.
 
I stepped back and woke Desai. He slowly opened his eyes and saw me.
“Good morning, bro.”
He smiled at me and sat up on the bed, only to realise that his bulge was on display. It was an easy guess that I had seen it. But it didn’t affect him one bit.
 
Despite waking up almost the same way, our morning erections had resulted in contrasting responses. My erection had caused me embarrassment. And Desai's erection might have made him proud. Because I was jerking myself and he was screwing my wife all night!
 
When I went to shower I could not stop thinking about Desai's bulge. It was huge. Perhaps it was just good in size but the size it etched in my mind was impactful. Also, the fact that this was just a morning erection and that it would have turned into something else when Meera touched it made it even more impactful. I could not stop thinking about how Meera would have felt when she welcomed it into her pussy – for the third time in her life.
When Desai had sex with Meera on our anniversary night he had asked about her previous sex with me. Because he had felt her married pussy unusually tight.
This time I wished he didn’t need to ask about it. I wished his dick was welcomed by her with a smile. But I knew it was improbable. She used to express slight pain even when I enter her. And Desai's bigger size was surely supposed to bring more pain to her in the beginning.
And thereafter, a lot more pleasure than she used to get from me.
I could not stop caressing my dick as I stood under the shower. But I somehow managed to stop from shagging. It was still aching from the non-stop shagging of the previous night.
 
By the time I came out of the shower, Desai too had finished his morning routines. We had breakfast together. 
I had called it a day off at the office. There was an awkward silence creeping in between us.
I eventually asked him how the night was.
“It was good. I slept well. In fact, I slept too well.”
His casual reply brought a pang of disappointment in me.
He had booked his return journey on a noon flight, having called it a day off at the office.
“I'm still having a hangover.” He said.
“You didn't drink so much. You were normal when you left the scene.” I said.
“Not that hangover, Krish.” He smiled. “The hangover that your wife gave me. I am still trying to tell me whatever happened last night has happened for real.”
There!  Finally, he spoke a word about her and I was glad.
“Was it so good?” I kept my eyes fixed on his face, ready to catch even his subtle response.
“I am not able to find words to thank you, Krish. It was a blissful night.” His eyes shone as he spoke.
“Lucky rascal,” I said with a smirk. “So you’ve finished now, having fulfilled your long-time dream? Can I have my wife back, boss?”
I knew I was totally a shameless creature already, and I was beginning to acknowledge it. Because there was no other way.
Desai laughed.
“She never left you, bro. I don’t know if you believe me, but… maybe you’d call me an idiot fellow. Because we didn’t have sex after dinner.”
“What?”
I didn’t expect that. For a moment I thought he was trying to fool me.
“I’m not trying to fool you, Krish. Meera agreed to sleep with me only to make me stop from leaving in a drunken state. And she made it clear the moment she entered the room. She said the first-night role-play and fantasy were over already. She’s your woman, Krish. She’s the one who calls the shots between us.”
I was enthralled by his revelation.
"She told me she was not in favour of letting me drive in a dizzy state. Somebody in her office had died recently, hadn't he? Meera told me she knew him and his family well."
"Yeah. Shiva... was her colleague," I said. "He died a month ago in a drunk and drive accident."
"Meera told me about Shiva's wife. She was planning for their second child later this year, but Shiva's death destroyed all her dreams. Meera got me emotional but I felt glad, to be honest, Krish. Because I felt I had someone who truly cared for me. Whatever, the result is that we didn't have sex after that."
I had to believe him. “Then what the hell did you say gave you a hangover?”
“The hangover is true. It’s the hangover of having your dream turned into a beautiful reality. I had my moments with her before dinner. You would have believed me had you heard how loud she was when I was doing her from behind.”
My breath stopped when he said that. Doing her from behind. He had said that.
“I…” I shook my head sideways. “I didn’t hear any noise. The room is soundproof.”
“You tried listening?” He was looking into my eyes and I could not lie.
“I did try, yes. But I heard nothing.”
“But you must have imagined it. Like what we were doing and how we were doing, right?”
I nodded. He was growing into my head. I didn’t mind because I wanted him to talk. Desperately.
“Did you use protection?” I asked.
“No,” he said and my heart sank for a moment. “But don’t worry. I didn’t cum inside her.” He added and smirked. “In fact, she didn’t let me. She made me pull out.”
“That’s good.”
“And the bed sheet was like drenched with my cum. I am sorry you had to sleep on it.”
“Don’t be. I was in another world by the time I hit my bed. So I didn’t care. It was okay.” I said.
“So it was an experience for you.”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel?”
“What do you think?”
“I think it must be great. Otherwise, we won’t be sitting like this anymore. We are not enemies. We have become buddies, brothers who can share anything. I am feeling slightly bad that I don’t have anything to offer.”
“This is no barter system. I didn’t offer my wife to you. Don’t take it…” I couldn't help but turn my voice slightly harsh as I spoke.
“No, no way, Krish... I know that. I didn’t mean in exchange for what I’ve got.”
“In fact, I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got something. You better look at it like you gave her something. You gave me something. Those moments.”
Desai kept nodding understandingly. “I understand, Krish. It’s amazing that you are in control of what you do with your intimate emotions. Both of you. Meera was like she was giving me everything in there, and you too, speak the same language. It’s about giving. Making the other happy. Not taking. Not making yourself happy.”
“I’m glad you’ve found it.”
“So, did you become hard again when we went to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Did you shag after hitting bed?”
“Yes, I did,” I said nonchalantly.
“That’s good to hear. You are wonderful.”
“Were you disappointed when Meera told you no after dinner?”
“Not much. Because the reason I asked her to sleep with me wasn’t to get to fuck her again. I thought it wouldn’t be nice to let her sleep with you. Because I knew all of us three were a mess. Especially you, Krish. Take no offence, I noticed how you were looking at Meera when she returned from the room. You were dying to have a go at it. I wanted to save you from the embarrassment for I knew you wouldn’t be able to put up a good show after you said you came in your pants without jerking. When we ejaculate without touching, it’s the strongest one. There’s nothing mightier than that. The only way to enjoy the rest of the night is further shagging. I am glad that you too had a great night.”
He was opening my psyche like a book. But I was not going to admit it.
“You too had a great night. I am glad too.” I said. "But I was slightly disappointed when you wanted her to spend the rest of the night with you, Desai. Because I was looking forward to having a few moments with Meera. It's not necessarily sex though. We are passionate and honest with each other; that's why this night happened. And I was going to have my moment after dinner. But you denied it. I know Meera thinks the same way but she didn't want to make you feel bad. And yes, she was probably wary of my excitement. She made her stance clear though, which means she wanted to keep you happy only. From my point of view, what you did was slightly disappointing."
"I am sorry, dear," Desai said after listening to me calmly. "But when I said I didn't want to sleep alone, I too wanted to have a few moments with Meera. It's surely not about sex only, Krish. If I hadn't done what I had done, it would have felt like I was only interested in sex, right? No, Krish. I am not just after that. I am in this for both of you. I am in this for the whole of you and Meera. She's not just another married pussy for me. She's much more than that. I wanted to respect that. And I respected you too. That's why I was worried about your failure. I am sorry if I was too caring but ended up looking crooked."
"I didn't say that, Desai. I just let you know what I felt and why I felt so. Otherwise, I had enjoyed the night."
"The next time, I won't steal your moment. I promise," Desai said and then quickly added. "If there's one, ever."
The next time! I had heard it. He's thinking about the next time already!
"Don't be greedy, boss," I said with a chuckle. "Such nights don't repeat."
Desai laughed, "But I can dream, right?"
"When will you stop dreaming about my wife?"
"It's a million-dollar question that I don't want to answer." He quipped.
 
After breakfast, Desai began to get dressed. He was going to leave. But I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to sit down with me and talk. I knew that once he went to Shimoga, it would be difficult to get him to talk about it.
I was dying to hear it.
While he got dressed in the room, I arranged a whiskey bottle and two glasses in the hall. By the time he got out, I had poured our drinks.
"Are you leaving? What happened?"
I asked as if surprised.
"Oh," he said. "It seems the party hasn't finished."
He had accepted my invitation. He sat on the couch and grabbed his drink.
 
We started by talking about silly things. Deep in my mind, I was dying to hear him talk about only one thing. Eventually, it happened, as halfway to the first drink he returned to my favourite subject.
“You were surprised when I said we didn’t do it after dinner. You thought we would have done it many times, didn’t you?” He asked.
 “At least thrice.”
I admitted.
"I can imagine how our mind works when aroused. It's just crazy, isn't it?"
"I can't stop imagining even now."
"I bet you have no idea what it was like."
"Tell me then, what it was like."
"You want to hear?"
I didn't say anything, though I revealed my wish through a smirk. I finished my drink and poured another. Desai emptied his glass too and waited until I refilled it.
"That's interesting. Do you want the details?" He asked after taking a sip.
"No," I said, even though I wanted to shout 'Yes' to him. I thought I moment and then added, "But there's a part of my mind that is very curious to know. Meera will tell me about it, eventually. But I am impatient."
"I can tell you everything," Desai said. "Without missing a single detail. You will like it."
I wondered if I had opened up too much in front of him. But I did not mind. If Desai went back to his hometown without talking, then I was sure I would never get a chance to hear it. Because I knew Meera would never tell me. Even if she told me, she wouldn't tell it all.
I wanted to know how Desai had fucked my wife. Word by word. Without missing a single detail.
"I can see you also want to share it. I am the husband whose wife you've screwed for an hour last night. Now you're getting the opportunity to tell me how you did it. Has there been any greater moments in your life, buddy?"
I was trying to make light of the situation.
"No," Desai laughed, "You are unbelievable, Krish." He took another sip from the drink and kept it on the table.
"Go on," I said.
"I'll start from the moment you lost sight of Meera and me. We went to the room, closed the door, didn't we?" A fond smile appeared on Desai's face as he remembered the moment. I felt jealous for he was playing the scene in his mind for his pleasure.
He went on, "The moment I crossed the door, I slowly let her stand on the ground but I hugged her and kissed her. But she didn't let me. She asked me to close the door first. That was a sign that it was my night. I didn't even look back as I kicked the door backwards. And then, our lips met for a warm kiss. Her lips were delicate, I sucked them softly. My arms around her didn't want to loosen up even one inch, even though my mind was urging me to take her to the bed as soon as possible.
But to be honest with you, Krish, it's not the anticipation of having sex that was thrilling me. It was the fact that I was taking her to the bedroom with her consent. Krish, you are a king and Meera is your queen. I’m just a guest in your world, who has been allowed to sleep with the queen. I felt lucky, and my mind was filled with joy. And I treated Meera like that. I looked at her with joy, love and thankfulness, and even submissiveness.
When our first kiss ended, let me remind you it was a long one, I looked at her in the eyes. She smiled and asked me what I was looking at. I said that I was making my memories more vibrant. 'Because these moments are not going to return. Looking at your eyes like this and feeling your breath touch my face like this, these are the most beautiful moments that need to be preserved in mind.'
Her smile grew fuller and her face, magnificent. 'Okay, preserve it as much as you want,' She said. I said that’s not the only thing I was going to do. She laughed this time, saying 'I knew you’d say that.' And she asked me to bolt the door. I think she didn’t want to let you peep into the room. Is it like that?”
Desai's doubt caught me a little unprepared.
“Uhh…” I cleared my throat as I thought quickly. “She’s just game.”
“Is she going to share with you the details of the night?”
“Yeah, she will. But it’s a slow process. It’ll take many nights.”
“Many nights of glorious sex, right?” Desai sounded and looked envious. I felt good.
“Thanks to you, yes.” I beamed. "The night when you told me how you had it with her on the anniversary night, I had a great night."
Desai kept smiling at me, with his eyes wide. I saw bits of jealousy in them. I was thrilled. “Go on," I said.
“Yeah; so I went back to the door and bolted it. I removed my jacket and threw it on the chair. Meera was removing her bangles. She kept it inside the dressing table drawer. I walked over to her and stood behind her, and put my arms around her, looking through the dressing mirror. I was pretty hard already and obviously, it was the first thing to touch behind her as I hugged her. She closed the drawer and leaned back, smiling at me through the mirror. A gorgeous smile. 'You are my wife, oh my god.' I exhaled.
'Stop it.' She said. 'No more role play.'
'Still, oh my god.' I said.
She laughed.
'Be the Susheel Desai.' She said. I was so pleased that she wanted me to be myself.
'I am Susheel Desai, every bit of it.' I said and hugged her tighter. She leaned back and turned her head to the left, trying to look at me. I reached over her shoulders and we kissed again. This time I was thirsty and eager to taste every inch of her mouth. She was lovely; I felt her tongue touch my gums more than once. She darted her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it. My hands went up on her body and found her breasts, caressing them over the saree. My body was on fire in no time. I put my hands under her saree, fondling her over the blouse. In my mind, she was my newlywed wife. I had never had such a feeling, Krish. I told her it indeed looked like my first night. She turned to face me and leaned back onto the dressing table and smiled at me. She said something to tease me, I don’t remember. I was suddenly lost in her smile. 'Don’t smile like this,' I said. 'I am kinda becoming unsure how to make love, out of overexcitement.' She laughed and patted my cheek. 'You are never unsure how to make love, I know.' She leaned forward slightly and we kissed again. She asked me if I had missed her. I said no.
'Liar,' she called me and patted my cheek again. I cupped my hands around her face and kissed her all over her face.
'You have no idea.' I told her the truth. She rewarded me by licking across my face, starting from here,” Desai touched below his lower lip and then moved upward, across his mouth, to the top edge of his right cheek. “It was a sensational move,” he went on. “My face was slightly wet with her saliva and I loved it. I felt she was teasing me. Making me anticipate what she’s going to give me later. Oh, Krish. Your wife knows how to drive me crazy. I’m sure she does the same with you too, in your fine moments. As her tongue was trailing across my facial skin, I was dreaming about - no, dreaming would be a wrong word; anticipating would be the right one - anticipating her doing the same with another vital part of my body; you know which one is.”
I knew which vital part he was talking about. And the same part of my body became stiff in its hiding as I realised it. For a second, I wanted him to fast forward and tell me if his dream - or anticipation - had come true.
Desai went on. “I kissed her again; all over her face and then along her neck, with my open mouth. I pulled down the shoulder flare of her saree. The golden shade of the blouse – it was indeed catchy, but it failed in comparison to that of her skin. The shape, the colour, the delicateness, the perfection of everything about her were marvellous. I went crazy in all of it. I bend down and down, feasting on all of them. Starting from her breasts over the blouse I kissed all around her body. I squeezed at the sides of her belly and licked around her belly. I pulled the saree down, dropping the loose end of it on the floor. She giggled and kept pulling my hair.
I got up grabbing the loose end of her saree and pulled it slowly. Meera asked me what I was doing. I wanted her to turn around. Meera smiled at my demand, though she started turning around. I kept pulling the saree until it came off.  Meera said it was not a good idea to turn her around like that because it was making her dizzy. But she did it. There she was, in her blouse and underskirt, like a sculpture made of milk and gold. One hook at the centre of her blouse was too tight and pulling sideways, and I saw a bit of her bra through the small gap. It only helped her look hotter. I was drawn to her once again, and I kissed her madly. My lips descended, finding her neck and breasts, and it didn’t take long before I swept her whole body off the ground and carried her to the bed. To your bed, Krish. The bed that you have been sleeping with this angelic beauty every night. Do you know how I felt? You have no idea.”
I was sure he would have felt extremely content already. Because he would have already started having the feeling of success in turning his long-term dream into reality.
“But she refused to jump onto the bed all the way. She sat on the bed and asked me to take off my shirt. She wanted to see me before anything.
So I stood in front of her and removed my shirt. I noticed her gazing at my chest and I felt good. I unbuttoned my pants too but didn’t pull it down. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled at me. She nodded like she understood what I was seeking. Next, her hands were on my pants. Her right palm, particularly, over my huge bulge.
'There’s something I couldn’t do last time.' She said. I knew what she meant. You know what she meant, don’t you?” Desai looked at me and I nodded quickly. I could not verbalise a response. Desai went on.
“She had made it obvious, and that’s when I remembered that I hadn’t washed my genitals since afternoon. Moreover, I had taken a piss during your office visit.
I asked Meera to stop. 'Let me visit the washroom first, I need to clean it,' I said. But Meera did not take her hand off my waist. 'Stop being so humble. Let me see it.' I was kinda wondering if she didn’t understand what I said. But she said, 'It’s okay. I’ll do it myself,' her assurance was still unbelievable. But I was forced to believe as she pulled out my boy from my underwear. The feel of her delicate fingers around my rock was one thing, and the growing anticipation on her cute face was another. It was a moment to remember, Krish. And she pulled it out while pulling down my underwear by its waistband. I let out a loud gasp and she smiled at me.
And then she greeted my dick, 'hi there, big guy.'
I wanted her to start sucking it right away. But then I felt I needed to ask about getting it cleaned first. I told her that I had taken a piss earlier and hadn’t washed after that. But Meera didn’t listen to me.
She moved a bit forward on the bed and put her palm under my length to support its weight, and looked at me.
'Mmm…it looks dirty…' she smiled. 'But it’s nothing I can’t clean.' So saying she bent forward and licked the top edge of my dick. Oh, Krish! The first touch of her tongue on my dick was enough to send me high into a sense of fulfilment. You know what I mean. How much I had longed to live that feeling and Meera was being simply generous. She was the uber-rich landlord and I was the poorest of the beings. I could not speak a single word as she licked again and then grabbed it with her fingers firmly around it to direct it into her mouth, or I can say she pushed it into her mouth and then slowly dropped down to her knees on the ground. I saw her lips being stretched around my dick; and as soon as she sucked it a couple of times and pulled out, I grabbed her face and kissed her mouth right away. I wanted to convey a message that I was as dirty as she wanted me to be.
'I don’t want to stop eating your lips, baby.' I said. My voice was a whisper, I think.
'Then don’t.' That was her reply. This time there was no smile on her face.
We kissed more. I sat her up on the edge of the bed again while kissing her. My hands dropped to her shoulders and I tried removing her blouse. She unhooked it quickly and helped herself get rid of it. She looked absolutely stunning in the bra. You know she thought the bra was special for her and it’s not for nothing. It was special. I think I told her she looked like a supermodel or something. I bent down to kiss her boobs, right on the bra cup. And then I licked along the bra strap upward to reach her neck and then again back to her lips. I didn’t know where to stop. Her hands soon found their way back to my pants, and she started feeling over my member again. I stood up and gave her more access. She asked me to sit down and remove my pants. I sat next to her and removed my pants completely. Meera kneeled between my legs and simply grabbed my dick again. She didn’t waste a second to begin sucking it.  I spread my thighs wider and leaned back to let her move in further. She moved in, and lifted my dick and licked under it. If that wasn’t enough, she tilted her head slightly to her left and started sucking my balls too. Are you jealous of me now, Krish?"
"Yes, I am very jealous," I said without blinking.
"You have every reason to be, man," Desai said. "After a while, she asked me if I wanted more of that - her tongue work - and suggested we move on to the bed. Perhaps her knees were aching. I quickly climbed onto the bed, on my knees. She kneeled in front of me and bent forward to resume sucking me. Her hair kept falling in front of her face and I kept putting it in place so that I could get a view of her mouth. I ended up holding her head with one hand and slowly moving my hip, and she held her head still to let me move my dick in and out of her mouth. It was a slow form of mouth fucking but the amount of pleasure was great. I then grabbed her face to kiss her mouth again. Her lips had become even softer by this time. I told her that I wanted to taste her too.
Meera got up on her knees and I untied her underskirt. She undid her bra hook and also slipped its straps off her shoulders to reveal her breasts by the time I dropped her underskirt. My attention was quickly absorbed by the enormous beauty of her breasts. I don’t know how she maintains it but that’s what makes her special. She knows how to do it, right? Maybe you know her secrets, Krish. Only you! She had the perfect breasts I have ever seen on a woman and she still has them, perfect. Her tits were erect, and I sucked on them. I had to resist the urge to run my mouth and tongue all over it at once. I opened my mouth wider to suck the most of those soft melons and then slowly turned my attention down to the sensitive brown centre, around her tits. She moaned at my touch, much to my satisfaction. I fondled her breasts and the sides of her torso, and she lifted her arms to hug me. I further lifted them to momentarily sniff her underarm and she giggled, asking me what I was doing.
'I don’t know.' I said and gave a licking, right on her underarm.
'You are crazy.' She said.
'Yes. I am.' I said and pressed my mouth on her soft skin again. She dropped her hands to squeeze my head between her body and hand, and then pulled my face upward to kiss me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. I pushed my tongue and she sucked mine too. We both were on our knees and we hugged tight while kissing madly. I could sense her breasts being squeezed between us.
My arms reached down to squeeze her ass too. And my dick was poking against her. The moment we broke our kiss I pushed her and dropped her on the bed. She lay on her back and I pulled down her panty. Her wide hips were already a glorious sight to witness. And Meera didn’t hesitate a moment before spreading her legs for me. I had a look at her. It was glorious again; I saw it perfectly as if in daylight. The lips, the clit and the face of the hole. It was wet. Dripping. Oh, God. There was no need to resist your cravings. I went down straight away and pressed my whole mouth to it. I felt the softness and warmth of the whole of her sweet pussy in my mouth. I heard a gasp from her. I felt her palm on my head. I gave a lick. She moaned again. And again. The more I licked, the sweeter she became; that’s all I can say about the experience. I tried darting my tongue deeper into the centre but she pulled my hair to refrain me from that move. But a few minutes later I did it again and this time she pushed my head downward. I knew her sensations were being upgraded. There was never enough of it, and I spread her thighs to maximum and she lifted them to help me. I saw her butt hole. It appeared like a beautiful flower to me and I licked over it too. Meera giggled and called me dirty.
'I want to be dirtier,' I said and licked over the exact spot, again.
'How?' she asked.
I asked her to turn around and she soon stood on all fours. I got behind her and spread her ass cheeks to lick along her butt crack.
'Oh my god,' Meera said. Her gasping sounded like a moan. I was pleased. 'It’s embarrassing but it feels so good, Susheel.' She said.
Her words only got me thirstier. I went further lower and literally ate her sweet hole and even tried darting my tongue inside. Meera let out loud gasps; I could hear them. I could feel them by the move of her back. I was getting carried away. I wanted to shove my dick right into her butt hole. When I stood on my knees behind her, I rubbed my dick around it. She read my mind instantly.
'Don’t even think about it, mister,' she warned me, having sensed my wish.
'It’ll be fun,' I said. 'I am open to trying it, baby.'
'Not on your first night,' Meera said.”
 
As Desai quoted Meera referring to the first night, I wondered if Meera was already making a promise about the next time. “Not on your first night.” That were her words. Doesn’t it mean he could try it on any other night? Does that mean there’s gonna be another night? Or other nights?
I hadn't forgotten how Desai had joked about having the next time with Meera. It was evident that the thought of having sex again had crossed both their minds already.
 
Oblivious to the alarm that went off inside my head, Desai went on narrating further. "Then I pushed my stuff into the right spot, without wasting any time. Slowly, slowly. Aaah, aaaah, Krish. The feel of it gliding into her sweet and wet pussy; Meera gasped, and so did I. Mmm….I just guided it deeper and deeper, trying to contain the joy that came with it. Meera said, 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, isn’t it?' She was absolutely right. It was what I wanted to do for many years. The moment had come. I stuffed half of my pole inside her and then stopped. I caressed the sides of her belly. The wide ‘W’ shape of her butt and then the thin waist, and then the smooth and glowing skin of her back shoulders. The tone, the curve, the feel, everything was just heavenly. There’s a small black mole just above her left ass cheek. It was beautiful. When I mentioned it to her, she said she never knew about it. I was surprised and asked her if you don’t do her in that pose. She said you have done her from behind, but never noticed. 'It’s hard to believe Krish never noticed something so beautiful,' I told her.”
 
I hadn’t noticed it.
But Desai didn’t care to ask me about it as he went on. "There, my angel, the goddess I wanted to surrender and submit was there, waiting for me to merge with her. And I started moving. I started fucking my angel. It took some little time before I dared to stuff my whole length inside her. And I moved it slowly only. I didn’t want to hurt her; I didn’t want to finish her; I didn’t want to finish myself. Meera too didn’t want to finish it in a hurry. She told me how great I was doing, more than once. She was taking me inside her, quite well. I bent down to reach her breasts from either side, and she stood up on her knees without making me pull out. She leaned backwards and turned her head to kiss me. Her open lips were making me crazier. I wanted them on my dick, again.
'Taste me again, baby.' I whispered. She looked at me without turning and then slowly moved her ass forward to make me pull out. She was ready to fulfil my wish. Maybe any wish.
She turned and asked me to lie down while moving her loose hair behind her ears. And then she grabbed it and guided it into her mouth. I saw the head of my dick disappearing into her mouth. She could only take it halfway through. But her hand covered the lower half. As her head began going down and up, she moved her hand on the lower half to give me the double fun.”
 
I was picturing how Meera had to lend both her mouth and hand to cover the whole length of Desai's dick. I remembered a moment from the recent past when Meera had asked me to shave my pubic area more often as the hair around the base of my dick annoyed her during blowjob. She had pushed it deep down to her throat until her lips reached the end of my dick, her lips brushing against my hair growth. She was able to take the whole length of mine in her mouth. I thought she had enough skill. And now, Desai was telling me she could take only half of his length.
This realisation gave me a startling feeling as I was forced to compare my dick with Desai's. I had seen his dick when he was having sex with Maithrei many months ago. I had thought he was slightly better in girth, but it never had come across my mind that he had a size double of mine.
No. It's not possible.
At first, I thought Desai was indeed exaggerating. Then I wished he was exaggerating. At last, I realised I could only wish.
I was already wondering if Meera would ever tell me this. The truth. 


Chapter 32 to be continued...
 

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Chapter 32 continues...


"Meera told me she was seeing it so close and complete for the first time." Desai was saying. "I reminded her about the blowjob she gave me in the car many months ago and she said 'but the half of your size was inside your pants'. She said she could not see the whole of it. Krish, I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable knowing, but I don't want to hide anything. She told me she could not see the whole of my length though she wanted to. She confessed to having a desire to see it then. I was very thrilled to hear that, maybe that's what all she wanted. To make me thrilled. And she's very skilled in that."

I had already heard enough of his revelations about my wife. I was more concerned about the bodily changes happening to me. The erection that was initially making me uncomfortable was now making me feel great. I felt I was leaking precum inside my pants. I was glad I was resisting the temptation to touch it. I was hoping to have a silent explosion inside my pants.
Desai went on.
"When I mentioned my pleasure to see her expressing herself in the bed, she said 'what do you think, only you can have fun all the time?' I said 'no, it's my dream to see you being you without holding back one bit.' And she said, 'I don't want you to hold back too.'
I was pleased with her reply.
'I'm not holding back,' I said and gestured at my dick. 'In fact, I'm turning into a monster.'
Meera smiled at me, 'I love taking on this monster.' She lifted it and gave a long lick underneath it, from the base to the tip. It made me gasp. And I said something like, 'just suck it, my baby'. Meera didn't let me finish my words before she opened her mouth to do it. I saw her soft lips stretching around my midsection again. I could feel the whole length of it, and my body, throbbing with the awakening of a sensation. I ran my fingers through her hair that was falling in front of her face and put it behind her head. I wanted to have a clear view of my dick going in and out of her mouth. It felt great and a clear view amplified the pleasure. Meera took tiny breaks between sucking to tease its head with her tongue. The light-coloured head shone with her saliva. I wanted it to shine even more. 'Spit on it, Meera.' I said.
She smiled at me. 'You want more from my mouth?'
I felt she was teasing me about feeding me from her mouth. I would love that and I told her. She smiled again and held firmly around the base of my dick and then spat on its head. At the sight of her saliva dripping from the tip of my cock, I only turned greedy. 'Make me bathe in it, honey,' I panted.
But she didn't listen to me, as her head went down, taking all the wetness back into her mouth. She gave a couple of thrusts to make me moan like a woman, and when she pulled out I saw a trail of her saliva mixed with my pre-cum from the shiny head of my dick leading back to her mouth. It was utterly satisfying. I couldn't resist anymore and grabbed Meera to bring her to my mouth. We kissed again, and she was equally thrilled about getting dirtier. It was evident from the way she was moving her tongue all over my mouth. Even while kissing, her hand was moving along my dick. She was dying to have it. I was dying to give it to her. Eventually, I asked her how she would like me to do it. She said, 'from behind.'
And she kneeled and bent forward to stand on all fours, while I rushed to move behind her, and then guided it in slowly but quicker than last time. Oh, God. What a feeling it was. I am rock hard now, Krish, just thinking about it. And I was bigger, yesterday. It was sliding in, into her tight pussy. Yes, she was tight. And she felt every inch of my dick inside her; her little gasps were making it evident. I asked her how she was feeling, after pushing it in, almost completely. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes looked like she would cry if I went slightly harder. She took time to settle her breath first and then talked. 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, and now you tell me how it is.' I said it's worth everything I've done to get there. And then I put my palms on her hips, at either side and then again started fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever known in my life. It's not that I haven't done it before that, but the way I was doing it was making it surreal. There was a feeling of completeness while doing it. I put my heart into it, to be honest. I didn't want to just fuck this woman and leave; I wanted to make her feel how much I want to do it. I wanted her to feel what I can do to her. I wanted her to feel the best feeling while having her pussy stuffed by a man's dick. I don't want to make you feel intimidated, Krish, but I am sharing my feelings, honestly.
I was careful not to be carried away by the pleasure though, and I paused after a few minutes. I pulled her up and put my right arm around her neck, touching her erect nipples with my left arm. She turned her head to kiss me softly, breathing hard now, without making me pull out of her. I asked her if she could taste me, and she faked panic. 'No,' She said. But as soon as I pull it out and loosened my right arm around her neck, she turned and dropped down to stand on all fours. And she let me simply guide my dick back into her mouth, once again. You know what it would have been like. So dirty, yet so lovely. Oh, my god.
And after two seconds, she asked me to lie down. I lay on the bed, my upper body weight on my elbows. She got between my legs to start sucking it properly. Her breasts were swinging slightly back and forth. With her breasts making a 'W' shape beneath her head and her ass making an 'M' shape behind her, it was such a marvellous sight. You should try it too, Krish. I'm sure you would try it, wouldn't you?"
Desai's question almost startled me and I was awakened from my half dream. But it was no dream. Desai was sitting in front of me, advising me on how to fuck my wife.
"I would, surely."
I blurted.
"It would be great. I am sure Meera would then repeat what she did to me afterwards."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She lifted my dick and licked under it, and found her way down to my ball. She licked on them and commented on how big they were. I said it's getting filled with my juice, 'which I am going to give to you soon, baby.'
Meera looked up and smiled, and slapped her cheeks with my dick. 'You don't have all the night, gentleman.' She said. I was her gentle way of asking to be fucked. I got the cue and lay her on the bed. I kissed her mouth again, tasting the feel of my own dick from her mouth, before quickly going down to suck her erect nipples. I was in a hurry, but I could not leave her beautiful front body untouched. I kissed along her belly, licking her navel and then reaching her pussy with an even greater level of enthusiasm. I gave her a few minutes of solid tongue work; she moaned and grabbed my hair. She almost cried when I tortured her clit with my mouth. And then, I lifted her one leg to move my tongue along her ass crack while turning her around. And then I got up on my knees, behind her, pulling her onto her pose. For the second round of pleasure of having great moments. This time, it was sort of proper fucking. I can't recite the words we were throwing at each other at the height of it, the love words, as we enjoyed breaching into each other's pleasure shores. Meera's head eventually went down to the bed and she grabbed onto the mattress, leaving her wide hips for me completely. And I improvised my posture, keeping my right foot firm on the bed right to her, to properly drive my thing into her, deeper than possible otherwise. Meera was beginning to cry, but not out of pain, and I only upped my pace until she cried it out. It was her orgasm, and she cried through it. I slowed down and let her enjoy it before pulling out and kissing her. Just one kiss and then I quickly went down. I turned her around and licked her pussy. It was a mess but still throbbing for more. I ate it, helping her stay in the beautiful moments a bit longer. And as soon as she was breathing slightly normal, I got between her legs and shoved my member into her pussy again. She welcomed me, her arms made a circle around my neck while she tried to kiss me. We kissed briefly only before I rose on my knees and started giving her another round of sweet fucking. Meera kept throwing her arms around me, making a half circle with her legs around me. I went down to kiss her; her mouth. 'Make me dirty, very dirty, Susheel.' She whispered to me, panting. I licked all around her lips, her nose, her eyes; and then I bent inward to suck her breasts, but not stopping the fucking. She must have put her nail marks on my back. I asked her if she wants to cum again. She said she would love to. She was almost crying when she said that.
I stopped and turned her again to stand on all fours to enter from behind. She said I was kinda getting obsessed with doing it from behind. 'Yes,' I said. 'I am getting obsessed with this sight of my dick going into your pussy baby.'
I soon went back to my beast mode, pounding hard. She cried even louder. I mentioned that you must be hearing her voice from outside the room. 'Then he must be enjoying it.' She took time to complete that whole sentence though. We both believed that you were able to listen, Krish. She was so loud."
"But I did not."
I said quickly.
"Yeah, I know, now. But in there, we both were unconsciously getting excited by that thought. You were part of this. It was a threesome. And that was making it extremely hot. Like we both felt there was nothing to hide since you knew it all. There was a sense of complete liberation from what we've been living with for the past few months, maybe years. We had hit the spot, we all three had hit it. It was just..."
Desai paused and I looked at him. He was kinda lost in his thoughts.
I waited for a few seconds and then cleared my throat.
"And then?"
Desai looked at me and shook my head.  "My dick is kinda aching from narrating you this all," he said and smiled at me. "Well, it's a good feeling."
I almost said my dick was also aching. But he didn't wait for my reply as he went on.
"And then, again. Meera showed signs of another orgasm. I too was getting closer. I split her knees wider and then started giving the final blows, and that worked. She started the noise. 'Susheeeeeel....' And I said I was going to finish it now. But if you believe me, she suddenly got aware of the situation and said she was not safe. 'Pull out, Susheel...you should pull out, I'm not safe.' I was almost there. I didn't want to pull out. I said 'you can take pills, baby', but she said no. It was just a word, but a big no. And her word is my command, Krish. I pulled out at the right moment and let out a groan. I lifted her up by my arm around her neck again and licked all around her shoulders, and back of her neck while shooting my huge cum load on the bed. Meera turned her head to me and kissed me while reaching for my dick with her right hand. She jerked me to let me ejaculate completely, and God, I lost my mind completely for a moment as she did it. She was so lovely. So aware of me. My needs.
We kissed long until my dick started losing its strength in her hand. And Meera smiled, still panting. She told me I was great. Her telling me that in her sweet voice made me fall in love with her, once again. 'You were great too, honey.' I said. And you know what she said? 'Sorry, I wasted your juice.' She said it with a giggle. I laughed too.
The bed was ruined by my cum, for sure. It might have dried up by the time you went to sleep in there, Krish. But you must have noticed it." Desai looked at me.
"Yeah, I had seen it," I admitted without thinking.
"I hope it didn't disturb you," Desai said.
"No, it didn't disturb me, Desai. I was well past that moment."
I said boldly. Desai looked at me with wide eyes.
"I know you can take anything. I'll tell you a bit more, just for the sake of being completely honest. After we settled our breaths, I asked Meera how our first night was. She said it was better than her original first night."
Desai, in the name of being honest, was pushing my limits. And I was getting used to being pushed to my limits. In fact, there was no limit.
"When we hit the bed after dinner, we lay in each other's arms and talked. It felt great, to be honest. There was no hurry to go back to having sex. We talked about random things. She asked me about the woman I met at Shimoga and then about how I had dealt with Maithrei. Meera was particularly curious to know if Maithrei is still trying to see me. We were also able to share a few jokes and laugh together before Meera suddenly remembered something and got up from the bed. She said she was just coming back and went out. I was slightly disappointed because I thought she was going back to you. I don't want to lie to you about here. I felt kinda jealous. I thought she would be in your bed doing all things she was doing with me an hour ago. I was crazy and hopeless." Desai laughed a little, having put himself into my shoes for a moment. It somewhat pleased me.
"I could not bear the curiosity so I decided to see what was happening. I followed her, quietly, and I found her standing outside your bedroom door. But she didn't knock on it. As I got behind her, she turned to me and told me she wanted to ensure that you were doing okay. 'He's alright,' she told me."
 
I was amazed. Meera had come to ensure that I was okay after she chose to spend the night with Desai. She still had concerns for the willing cuckold that was me.
 
"We went back to our room and slept. Meera asked me when was the last time I had sex. I told her the truth. It was on your anniversary. She smiled at me before turning off the light. Her beautiful smile is still in my mind. She asked if I was disappointed about not having sex again. 'No,' I said. 'I'm content with this moment that I'm holding you in my arms and I falling asleep. In fact, I don't want to sleep, because it would end the night, right?'
Meera touched me on the cheek and gave me a light kiss on my lips and moved closer, letting me hug her.
Her small kiss got me hopeful though; I have no shame to admit to you, Krish. I even told her, 'Krish has given us the freedom to sleep together again, I think he has given us his consent. He must be thrilled to sleep in the bed where we had sex an hour ago.' But Meera was not ready to bend. 'I know that,' She said. 'But I am too tired to go at it again, Susheel.'
There's no way I could disagree with her, Krish. And she said, 'Let's sleep now, Susheel. I love the warmth of being kept under the arms of my man after sex. It would make me feel loved and special.'
She was indeed special. I told her that as I put my arm around her. Meera settled in my embrace.
'Sleep, dear.' She smiled, 'you must sleep now. If you wake up on time, you can fancy a chance to use your morning energy. You know what I mean.'
I was overjoyed. She was hinting about getting it on again in the morning. I slept thrilled thinking about it. But, alas, I woke up late this morning!"
Desai smiled as he said that but I could see the disappointment on his face. I thought Meera's change of heart was because of a realisation that I had proceeded to sleep as if nothing happened. I wondered what she would have done if she saw me masturbating madly in my bed. Even the last bit of guilt would have been erased, and I was sure she would have spread her legs for Desai again without hesitation. The thought was unsettling.
 
"In the morning I opened my eyes only when she woke up me. She had taken her bath and looked gorgeous as ever. She even teased me about having lost interest in her. I was like, 'oh, no!'
You know how gorgeous she looks especially in the morning. She became my dream once again. To be honest, Krish, I wanted to grab her back into the bed. But she refused, saying the fantasy has ended. And she needed to go to the office."
Desai said and finished his drink to mark the end of his narration. He got up and excused to the washroom, saying he was aching to take a piss.
I too had been feeling the ache in my pants. But it wasn't going to ease until I shagged, I knew. It was strange that I was thinking about shagging instead of having sex with my wife. But I did not realise it.
 
Desai's driver came to pick him up at eleven, a bit earlier than told. He said Desai must leave early as the roads were damaged in many places due to the previous night's heavy rain.
"You should call Meera, Krish. Just to know she's alright." Desai suggested.
I was surprised at myself for such a thought hadn't crossed my mind until then.
I phoned Meera and she said she was alright.
"Did he leave?" She asked, without naming Desai.
"He's leaving," I said.
"What was he doing there till now?"
"Sleeping," I said. "He seems very tired. Didn't he sleep last night?"
My question made her giggle. "Krish, no!"
She warned.
I accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. At the airport, he hugged me.
"Thank you for accepting me, Krish. I wish our friendship lasts forever." He said and added, "you know my wish always comes true."
I knew that better than anyone. I had learnt it.
 
After his departure, his driver dropped me back at home. He asked me when would Desai return. "He never tells me in advance. He calls only at the last moment." He said.
I said I didn't know either.
 
He calls at the last moment. That's right. I said in my mind. When he smells the opportunity.
Though I smiled at the driver, I was already wondering when would be his next visit. 
Even though Desai had told me it was the best experience in his life, I was sure he wouldn't be dying with the memory of one night.
I knew he was going to come back.
I felt my body warm at the thought.
 
When I entered my house I straightaway went to the room Desai and Meera had slept overnight. I sat on the bed and ran my palm over the soft mattress. 
They slept in this bed. They hadn't had sex in the night for sure. But they had slept in each other's embrace for the rest of the night. Thinking about how comfortable and cosy they would've felt while falling asleep, I yet again felt my mind boiling with jealousy. 
Are they getting closer than they should?  What she would have thought when falling asleep in his arms?
I didn't like to continue thinking that way. So I got up from the bed and went out of the room.
I felt lonely again. In the back of my mind, I was still making visuals of what Desai had narrated to me in the morning.
I saw my wife writhing in sweet pain while getting her pussy filled by a huge cock. I was sure she wouldn't forget the experience for a long time. Probably she was thinking of it already, while at work.
I changed the bedsheet in my room and later changed the bedsheet in the other room. While removing the bedsheet I thoroughly checked it for stains. I felt embarrassed though, that I was looking for Desai's cum stains. I couldn't find anything. I then checked Meera's saree in the clothing bin. I also noticed her underskirt, blouse and bra in it.
Her favourite bra! I pressed it to my face and tried to get her small. Visuals of Desai's greedy lips and mouth on her beautiful, soft breasts came to my mind. I remembered how Desai spoke about the 'M' shape of her ass and the 'W' shape of her breasts that he got to witness while getting his dick sucked by her.
"Oh, my Meera!"
I exhaled and rubbed my crotch. It was hard and in pain.
I longed for her. I wanted Meera in my arms right away. There was no escape from the desire. I sat on the couch with her blouse and bra in my left hand and my fully erect cock in my right. I started jerking it slowly as if I didn't want to do it. But my pretence lasted a few minutes only, and I was soon promising myself 'one last time' while jerking it nonstop.
I came soon, and I made sure it landed all over her precious clothes.
 
It was only after relieving myself I started contemplating the previous night. Even though Desai had told me more than once that he was being honest, I knew I could not believe him completely. I was sure he must have hidden something from me. If Meera had been satisfied like the way he mentioned, there would have been moments capable to upset me. Moments that would put our relationship to the test. But Desai would have been wary that revealing such details would dent his chance of getting laid in future. He only wanted to please me. He wanted to make me believe that everything was awesome and that I didn't need to change anything.
I could smell this from his behaviour but I could not pinpoint the moment when he hid details from me. What if he had whispered to her that he loved her, and she responded with a reply 'I love you too'? I didn't want to think that way but such thoughts were always there.
 
Even though the extent of pleasure Desai claimed he had given to my wife in bed made me worry a bit too much, I found happiness in the fact that Meera had said no to Desai in the later part of the previous night. I felt it was evidence of the fact that Meera hadn't surrendered wholly to his manliness. She still had the power to resist him.
As Desai said, she had the power to control him. I found solace in that.
But at the same time, Desai’s claim that she would have had sex with him in the morning had he woke up a bit earlier worried me. I was confused by the promise made by Meera.
I decided that I would ask Meera about it. But I was not going to do it right away, as I didn't want to tell her that Desai had told me everything about the night.
 
For the rest of the day, I waited for Meera's return. When she finally returned, she looked tired but still caught me captive with her alluring beauty. I wanted to embrace and cuddle her. She was my wife. My heartthrob.
She didn't fail to notice my smile.
"What are you smiling at, dear hubby?" She asked, picking up the water bottle from the dining table.
"Nothing," I said, my smile intact. "Can't I even look at my wife?"
Meera smiled and took a sip from the bottle. I noticed how her lips got wet. Meera was watching me while drinking water. She took the apparent last sip from the bottle and nodded at me.
"You were waiting for me all day. How did it go?"
"I missed you, baby."
I said and took her hand in mine. She gave in, holding the bottle in the other.
"Did you miss me last night?"
"You have no idea."
Meera smirked, "I do have an idea. Open your mouth." She said and moved closer. She took a quick sip from the water bottle. I opened my mouth without knowing what she meant. Meera put her palm under my chin and pressed her thumb and index finger to either cheek to make me open my mouth a bit more. And then she spat the water into my mouth!
I was stunned. And the next moment her lips were on mine. I barely got the time to swallow the water before we were kissing.
"I missed you too, Krish. All this day." Meera whispered as our lips took a break from kissing, and I was elevated. She pushed me further into a frenzy by reaching down for my erection with her hand. I was hard in a second.
"Take me, Krish. Make me yours again." I heard her.
A minute later, we were in our bed, lying across it. It seemed she wouldn't mind spoiling her formals. I almost ripped them before slowing down to take them off carefully. But the moment her top was gone I didn't pause at all as I started kissing over her bra. She pulled its pads upward to free her breasts. Her nipples were erect. I remembered every word Desai told me about the beauty of her bosoms.
"These sweet melons are mine, again, aren't they, baby?" I asked.
"I'm always yours, baby." She placed her palm across my face and caressed my chin. Her eyes were dreamy. She was lovely. I moved forward and kissed her lipstick-clad lips again. 
"But you were someone else's for one whole night yesterday, weren't you?" I asked.
"He was my husband, yesterday." Her eyes shone.
"How was your first night?" I asked.
"It was great."
"Was it better than our first night?"
"No," her reply was quick.
There she was! She was lying.
I had caught my wife lying to me, and my heart sunk. I couldn't look see her eyes again and I went down kissing her torso. When I reached her belly I felt her palm over my head. I went further down, pulling down her pants along with.
Soon, I saw her pink lips waiting for me, as she parted her legs slightly.
"But the sex was great." I heard Meera saying.
"What?" 
"The sex with Desai yesterday was better than ours on our first night."
I looked up in disbelief.
"But you said...."
She smiled and played with my hair. 
"You are my love baby! I love you. There's nothing greater than that." She said and then added. "Our first night was our beginning; nothing can replace the anticipation and experience it brought to us, right?"
"Yes..." I said, quickly realising one thing. I was the whole package who completed her life. And Desai was there only for sex.
The thought reversed the shock she had given me a minute ago. Meera spread her legs wider and I pressed my mouth between them. Meera let it a moan.
"Aaah... Krish. You know I've been dreaming of this, the whole day." 
Her words were simply a catalyst as I began eating her pussy madly. I couldn't forget how Desai had told me about drilling it with his monster dick. But it only made me lick even more aggressively. I darted my tongue between her dark lips, making Meera moan louder.
Meera returned the favour soon by getting on her knees and elbows between my legs. I was naked and kneeling on the bed. As Meera lifted my dick and guided it into her mouth, I couldn't help but notice the 'M' shape of her ass. I couldn't see the 'W' shape of her breasts from the top. Meera sucked me a few times before bringing my right hand behind her head. She wanted me to hold her head and fuck her mouth.
She wanted me to exact Desai.
And her action was making me compare myself with Desai. I noticed how she was taking most of my length into her mouth. I held behind her head and pushed a little more. Her lips almost touched the skin on my pubic area. This time I had no hair there to annoy her. But I knew I was no match to what Desai had given her already. My heartbeats were rising due to a sense of unknown anxiety. They remained at a higher pace throughout the remaining session, even when I saw Meera grabbing my dick and guiding it into her pussy. I went in smoothly and disappeared into her wet pussy. 
Meera hugged me and kissed me, asking me to fuck her nonstop. I did try, but I knew I was no Desai. I imagined how she would have cried out of pleasure when Desai's dick split her pussy lips. I remembered his words. I remembered how he mentioned Meera was in awe seeing the size of his balls. His balls, 'filled with juice which I am going to give to you soon'.
And I knew I was not carrying a lot of juice in my balls. For once, I regretted shagging all day. But it was of no use, as I came soon, with a suppressed groan. I made sure I pulled out though and spurted a few drops on her belly.
It was ten per cent of what I had produced in the whole day.
"What happened to you, Krish?"
Meera asked, struggling to contain the disappointment in her voice.
"Too much excitement, baby." I gasped.
Meera looked at me for a moment and lay back on the bed. I grabbed a cloth and wiped her belly clean.
Meera lay still for a few seconds and then nodded. "I can understand." Her smile brought back the charm on her face.
She got up and went to shower.
 
In the night she told me Desai had phoned her in the evening.
"He asked me if I was okay. He was sad that he didn't get a chance to say bye."
"Does he have any plan to visit us again?"
I asked without thinking. Meera looked at me.
"Don't invite him, please Krish."
"You said it was great."
"So?" She asked.
I wanted to know what was in her mind.
"Are you sure I shouldn't invite him again?"
"Krish, please. No."
The more she pleaded, the more I felt sad. I knew why she was saying no. Because she knew she would enjoy it again. Perhaps she didn't want to get addicted to Desai's manliness. She wanted to remain my lovely wife.
Her desperation to keep away from Desai reiterated the impact of Desai had on her.
"I was just kidding, baby." I reached for her hands. "I have no plan to repeat it."
 
I later asked her if she had sex with Desai after dinner. 
"I was wondering when would you ask about it. What do you think?"
"I think..." I looked into her eyes with a mischievous grin and decided to tease her. "I don't think Desai would waste such an opportunity."
Meera smiled. "And what about me? Did you think I would do it?"
"You had said that you wouldn't. So the chance is less."
Meera was pleased.
"We didn't have sex. I chose to sleep with him only to stop him from driving drunk. Also, I was confident that he wouldn't force me if I didn't want to. But at one point I felt bad for disappointing him so I promised him some fun, maybe, in the morning. But he was sleeping when I woke up. When he woke up he wanted me. But I said 'I would have done it if you had woken up in the morning before I left your bed. Now, I am up and gone back to my husband and I cannot cheat on him.' He respected my stand."
Her explanation made me believe that she hadn't been seduced by Desai completely.
I ended up swallowing all my worries.
 
The following night too, I couldn't live up to the expectation in bed as I finished early. As I lay spent on the bed next to her, I asked her if she was disappointed that I couldn't give her great sex as Desai did. 
"Don't compare you with him, Krish. That won't be good. You have a special place in my heart, no matter how great the sex with him is. I have no qualms about admitting how I loved it absolutely. It was our combined fantasy, wasn't it? My only regret was that I had baked the cake for you, and I was waiting for you but I ended up letting Desai enjoy most of the cake and me. He stole your day. But no worries, I'm here, for you."
I was pleased with her words.
"I wanted to know one thing, though. Did you shag while I was in the bedroom with him?"
"No, but I came in my pants." I went with the truth.
Meera smiled.
"You have become, you know, a proper cuckold, haven't you? You are loving it."
My heart skipped a beat hearing that word from her. She had teased me in the past too, calling me 'cucky husband' on a light note. But here, she was branding me.
"Are you loving it?" I asked.
Meera evaded the question with a smile.
"When are you planning to get your wife fucked again, gentleman?"
She asked.
I knew she was teasing me.
"Do you want to sleep with him again?" I asked. Meera pushed me away, saying she was joking. "Don't stretch it too far."
 
The nights that followed weren't any different in bed for me. One night, in particular, was the lowest of it. She was itching for some fun and I ate her pussy for long enough to bring her close to an orgasm. But by the time she parted her legs to receive my manhood, I had leaked it without touching me.
"Didn't I tell you I have a problem?" I asked. "I should see a doctor."
Meera pushed me away. "You moron. Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm overexcited, baby," I said apologetically. 
"Don't feel bad about it." She hugged me back. "I love you no matter what, Krish."
I felt better at the moment. But later I realised that her act of consoling me was a way of her acknowledging and validating that I had a problem.
 
All these events eventually led me to frustration. Normally our adventure shit always resulted in better sex between us. But after this particular night, my mind and body were weighed down by Desai's superiority in bed. I didn't know how to overcome it. It was not something I was ready to discuss with Meera. One day I decided to consult a sexologist. I took the appointment at a Sexual & Marital Health clinic. I went to the clinic on time but I didn't cross the gate. I was not ready to discuss my intimate worries with anyone.
I decided that I would better give it some time to settle down my bad thoughts. 
It will heal with time. My heart told me.
I returned home without meeting the doctor.
 
After two weeks, Meera attended a conference in New Delhi. It was rare for her to travel for the professional requirement. She departed on Wednesday evening and returned on Friday. 
It started as a bad experience for me. I kept thinking about Meera and Desai meeting in Delhi and spending the night together. I knew it was wrong to doubt Meera like that. At the night I couldn't find sleep. I phoned Meera and she was resting in her hotel suite. It didn't help me though. I saw vivid visuals of Meera's face pinned down to the softness of her bed while she holding her bum raised for subjecting herself to the deep penetration by Desai. I lay naked in my bed and jerked nonstop. I was astonished that my erection was not showing any signs of tiredness even after long masturbation. I slept a happy man that night.
When I woke up in the morning, I thought if the fantasy was real. I ended up video-calling Desai from my office to confirm. And I saw him sitting in his office at Shimoga. It was the first time I was making the video call after his eventful visit to Pune. We had talked many times on the phone due to professional needs though.
I was slowly learning to understand what is real and what is fantasy. There was no need to worry about him.
When Meera returned from Delhi, I didn't hurry. In the night we had a couple of drinks together and she talked in detail about her trip. Later when we hit our bed, I didn't take her clothes off. The light was on, and so were the stars in her eyes. I saw her lips quivering as I pushed my dick into her pussy roughly, and she let out a moan. I moved slowly and distinctly, deriving pleasure out of my every movement. I looked down to see my dick covered by a thin layer of her juice, going in and out of her. Eventually, she asked me to up the pace.
It was a night of ultimate satisfaction for me as I witnessed Meera crying with pleasure. I came inside her, intentionally because I knew she was safe.
"That was great. Which doctor did you consult?" Meera asked when we regained our normal breath.
I laughed.
 
I felt it was a new beginning as I had found a new way to enjoy life. I had won back my lost confidence in bed.
 
 
One day, Sadashiv's wife Parvati phoned and asked me where she could meet me. I went to her house in the evening. She politely said she would have come to meet me. I said it was okay.
She wanted my help to find a job for her daughter Nidhi. 
Nidhi had just finished her post-graduation, while the result was still being awaited. I thought Parvati was hoping for a job for her daughter in the same place where her husband had worked. 
I phoned Desai for his advice.
"You can create an opportunity, Krish. Your office deserves a front desk with a young employee."
I liked the idea but I thought a post-graduate would be overqualified for a front desk job.
"No one is overqualified for any job until they have job experience, Krish. If you think she can do better, you can assign more tasks for her. You are the boss, boss," Desai said.
I phoned Parvati and asked if Nidhi was willing to take up the job at the company her dad was working for. Parvati responded emotionally, saying she'd be forever grateful. 
 
The next day, a girl with a petite figure walked into my office. It was Nidhi. Wearing a shirt and pants she looked perfect for any front office.
It was the first time I was meeting her. She told me she had seen me once though, during her dad's funeral. I hadn't noticed her then. I invited her into my office and briefed her. I told her that it's a job created for her and so the nature of the tasks she needed to carry out would be improvised regularly.  Nidhi was smart enough to understand what I was briefing in one go, and I was surprised that she was a girl who didn't have experience in any office before. I assumed it might be because of the generation gap because honestly, I thought I wouldn't have managed to grasp it so well if I were of her age.
Parvati phoned me that evening and told me she and the soul of Sadashiv would be grateful to me for the help. She was planning to take her mother-in-law for heart surgery and for that she needed financial support, and Nidhi's job was her only way forward.
I said I was glad that I could help her in need.
 
Even though I was constantly in touch with Desai, he was again following a restrained approach like earlier; he rarely asked me anything about Meera.
However, one day Meera came home and told me Desai had phoned to tell her that he was keen to introduce her to a few of his acquaintances. It was perhaps Meera's Delhi trip that turned Desai's attention towards her professional life again. He wanted to introduce Meera to a few businessmen in Pune, who he thought were potential investors. Meera arranged for her team to hold exclusive meetings with the men. A few of them invested but none brought in large investments as Desai was expecting.
"Perhaps the timing is not right," he rued.
 
Meera later told me that one of the men who did not invest was Piyush Kumar whom we had met earlier during our resort trip with Desai. I had a slight memory of him. I could understand Desai's disappointment as even his close friend had refused to invest.
 
Another day, Meera told me Desai had given a hint about turning himself into an investor. He claimed he had broken ties with all investment firms in Pune. But he was ready to make an exception for Meera.
For me, it was not good news. I felt it would only help Desai become more available for Meera. It would be easier for him to meet her. He could even meet her in my absence which was less of a probability until then.
I believed the more of Desai was alarming. But I was unsure about conveying my insecurity to Meera. I secretly dreaded the day when Desai landed in Pune and invited Meera to his hotel suite for a 'meeting'. I was sure it would be a matter of time before their business meeting turned into something else.
One day, as I had been anticipating, Desai landed in Pune. Meera phoned me in the evening.
"Desai is in town. He's inviting me for a coffee."
My heart sank.
Is it going to be the next event?
"And?" I asked, holding my breath.
"And what? I want you to come with me. This meeting, it's not with my team but me only."
I literally beamed with joy, out of relief, that Meera didn't want to meet him alone. But I would later laugh at myself because my presence in no way guaranteed that Desai wouldn't bang my wife. But it was not something I was worried about.
 
We met Desai at a cafe. He was wearing his signature suit and carrying his businessman attitude. I could not believe he was the guy who had slept with my wife twice in the past four months. He looked so professional.
"I have decided after a lot of contemplation," Desai said after exchanging pleasantries. "I am ready to put my money where your team suggests. A lot of my old friends here would be disappointed. But I'll do it for you."
"You should have phoned me before landing, Susheel," Meera said. She spoke with her eyes fixed on him.
Desai shook his head. "I have a flight to catch in two hours, but I still chose to meet you because it is worth it. It won't be a surprise to Krish too, that meeting you and sitting in a cafe like this, looking into your eyes, is worth more than anything I've done today. Only I know how much I missed you for the past few weeks. It's just a few minutes, Meera. But it makes me so happy."
He was lost in her eyes. And she was lost in his words.
"Okay, Romeo." Meera nodded with a smile. "But I wanted to tell you that I have also decided after a lot of contemplation."
I was already surprised by what she was going to say. She went on.
"The thing is that I can't have a professional association with you. It's nice of you that you tried to help me without even asking. But this is something else. I can't have you in my professional life... because of... whatever you call what has happened between us. You being an investor, I mean a heavyweight investor, we can't be equal. There's obviously going to be inequality of your power over mine. And I don't like it. So you are not welcome to invest through my company, not through me. It would have been fantastic until a few months ago, but not anymore."
Desai was stunned; so was I.
 
I could understand what she was saying. She wanted to remain socially equal to him.
Meera's decision to sacrifice Desai's business in order to keep her relationship with him intact made me wonder about the value of that relationship. It was certain that she wanted to keep it, even at the expense of losing a good investment opportunity.
Does it mean she valued Desai more than her career success?
Even though her career wasn't dependent on Desai's investment in any way, she could have easily opted for it now and later limited him outside her bedroom. But she chose to keep the personal relationship over the professional one.
And the fact that her personal relationship with Desai had already turned into something else made it obvious that she was keen on enjoying great sex with him in future too.
 
"I respect your decision," Desai said with a pleasant smile. I thought he was also seeing the underlying fact behind her decision.
"You could have told me before you flew down. I had already made up my mind, Susheel." Meera said softly.
"It's okay. What you've told me is actually worth hearing in person. And you've chosen to tell me this in front of Krish makes me understand the level of confidence you guys have in me, I mean, to let me continue being part of your personal life. If you had given me an option to choose between earning wealth and your friendship, you already know what I would choose."
 
We talked for half an hour. Most of the talk was between me and Desai. Desai had a flight to catch, as he was heading to Chandigarh. His friend's daughter was getting married there.
"Your friend's daughters have now started getting married!" Meera teased him and he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'm still looking for a bride."
"I'll try to find one among my friends," Meera said. "The demands are the same right? Should be already married, having a wonderful and very liberal husband, and a special liking for adventure, right?"
Desai laughed aloud this time. I feared others would notice their conversation that was taking a familiar turn.
"You never fail to fry me like a piece of chicken," Desai said.
Meera hit back, "You never give me a chance to stop."
"Well, have you found someone who can meet those criteria?" I asked.
Desai smiled at me and then looked at Meera.
"I have found only one, in my entire life."
Meera looked at me, "he's talking about your wife, dude. The day is not far when he will ask you to do him a big favour; to let him marry me."
Even though it was obvious that she was merely joking about it, the fact that such a thought had somehow crossed her mind made me struggle to laugh at that joke.
A big favour- to let him marry her!
I could only force a grin.
 
We accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. I shook hands with him and said goodbye. Meera waited for her turn and then gave him a light formal hug.
"See you soon, darling." She said. "Sorry to see you leave without getting a game." She was teasing him blatantly.
"She's trying to make me desperate, Krish," Desai told me. "Please tell her that I'm always desperate. And the next time I'm gonna do what I do when I'm desperate. It's gonna be a sight you'll enjoy a lot, dude."
The blatant way he told me how he would screw my wife in bed made my heart skip a few beats. I felt a sense of heat spreading through my body. I was pretty hard by the time Desai disappeared to the boarding counter.
I was sure both Meera and Desai were also feeling the heat of similar emotions.
It was close to one month since they had sex. But there was no hurry from Desai's side to do it again despite knowing my passive stance. I felt he was trying to limit his availability for her.
And I knew Desai doesn't do things without a reason. It looked like Desai was no more trying to enjoy a few nights of sexual pleasure with my wife.
 
The writing was on the wall. I was seeing it. But I didn't have the wisdom to read it carefully.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
 
 
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[krish_999]

Oops. I missed a piece in the second post of chapter 32. Now edited to add events after his driver coming to pick him up from Krish's home.

[masud93]

suppeer thanks bro,,, love from Bangladesh

[masud93]

always check your story, always waiting your update

[masud93]

only reason to visit this site,,,, that's your story

[chutdriller]

Hello Krish,

I read this update when you posted it without the edit. I got totally confused that there was no talk or moments between Krish and Meera after the night. Then saw your comment that you added the missing part. Now it looks complete. The way meera thinks is clear that she belongs to krish and says no for sex to Desai at night. This means that krish is complete package for her and Desai is only for sex (this is what krish thought).

Superb update. You are still keeping us on our toes on what will happen next and where this relation goes between Meera and Krish and what will the part of Desai. As usual brilliant narration and the flow you have maintained in this chapter also. With the the hints and twist you are throwing I am just hoping Meera and Krish are together and happy in their life and Desai is just a chapter in their life; Meera made this clear by rejecting his investment offer so that she has the equal status  with Desai unlike Krish who accepted a job for running security service company for Desai (which again he took it only after Meera said to take the offer).

Krish should start having complete trust with Meera; he still never tells many things to her. He has never told that he got to know all the details of her encounter with Desai from Desai and every time tries to validate the truth by comparing her version with desai's version. Hopefully he will learn this mistake and trusts her completely and hears everything from her first instead of Desai. He should become the Krish which he was at the end of Second part when Meera and Krish reunited. This is the only way he can make Meera completely happy and with himself.

I am eagerly waiting what happens next chapter. Thanks for such a lovely story that has been going on for years. I missed the story running for few years. Just started reading all the parts since last week and now cannot wait to read more

[Amit2021msm]

Oops. I missed a piece in the second post of chapter 32. Now edited to add events after his driver coming to pick him up from Krish's home.

Highly disappointed with Meera ! She is no more a loving wife and she is into Desai totally ! Making fun and humiliating Kriah all the time during sex and in front of Desai !

I really don’t understand how she can be Satisfied with Krsih during Sex and when she was enjoying sex too much with others ! 
She is acting and making Krish fool! 

Desai is playing  very slowly game  ! In no time Meera will fall for Desai !
And leave Krish and settled with him!
Meera is taking time to fully understand Desai and gaining his trust !

Krish is cuck ( Meera said it again ) he should understand- his wife is no longer loyal to him! And Meera has no respect for him! 

He should leave Meera or he should fuck others and satisfied himself !

I really don’t understand why people get excited seeing his wife getting fucked by others ! 

Meera should be punished somehow ! Want Krsih in action!