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

[dead27]

he is writing a long update for his excuse hehehe.

[The Last samurai]

For the all people who were very desparate (lund khada karke) and waiting for the erotic update from Krish since last 3 days (long weekend) " Aap sabko 21 topo ki salami " and one Roadies grand salute toooo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[thunderstormy]

I am ok for the wait, if we are to see the sluttier side of Meera and good and long update.. :D Lets go Krish, Let Meera weave her magic..

[krish_999]

I am sad to make you all wait for so long. I have read all the comments of disappointment. And I only have one word to tell you all. Sorry.

One thing I've learnt while writing this chapter is how tough it is to write the same content twice. Especially when you are writing with certain emotions. There were lines that made me so satisfied when I wrote it. Then the application did the bad thing and I had to write them again. This chapter has a lot of flirty banter, and it only added to my voes. Anyway, without wasting any more of your precious time on it, I want to tell you that I have finished it.
With a lot more apologies to those who've been losing patience each day, I convey my gratefulness to you all my readers.
Chapter 33 is coming in a few minutes. Read it, and post your thoughts as early as possible.
Krish.

[Sid459]

Finally.. pls upload at the earliest KRISH.. thank you so much!

[krish_999]

Chapter - 33

It was raining during our ride from the airport. Meera was sitting next to me in the front seat of the car, watching the water running down the windshield glass. The traffic was heavy and slow but it didn't annoy me. I was thinking about how Desai xx his plan to come back and have his way with my wife in the future.
It will be a sight you'll enjoy a lot.
It was expected that I would not do anything to stop him. It was expected that I would give way to him in my bedroom.
Meera had heard what Desai had told me. And she wasn't offended. Perhaps it was what she wanted to hear.
I remembered that it was Meera who wanted me to be present during their meeting. If she had made up her mind about rejecting his investment offer, why did she ask me to accompany her? Because she wanted me to know why she was rejecting his investment offer. She wanted me to know that she was choosing him over anything else so that I wouldn't question her later.
I looked at Meera. Her face was glowing in the lights falling from the traffic.
Meera turned to me and smiled.
"Watch the road, dear."
"Do you know when he's going to come back for you?"
I asked, without caring about subtleness.
Meera placed her palm over mine that was kept on the hand brake.
"Are you still thinking about it?"
"Yeah. He's coming back and it is going to happen again, right?"
"Yes. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"What about you?"
Meera looked straight and thought for a moment before replying.
"Not very soon."
She said.
"Meera, has it ever crossed your mind that after our combined resistance for many years, we both are welcoming him back to our lives like a precious person."
"Yeah, I've thought about it. But it makes me proud that I'm the person who changed him from a bossy person to the lovely one."
"You've become a fan of his services."
I said with a smile to avoid sounding to be blaming.
"Yes, he's very good. And you know that very well. You're also a fanboy. I'm sure if he had decided to visit our place tonight, you would have welcomed him."
"No, baby. Tonight, he has no chance."
"Why?"
"Because tonight, you're mine. Mine only."
Meera smiled lavishly. "Sure I'm." She placed her right hand behind my neck and caressed me.
"Anyway, I want you to be slightly cautious when you're talking to him in public. Having a sensual chat like that was scary." I said after a while.
"What's wrong with that?"
Her reply made me turn my head.
"I mean..." Meera explained. "After all those outrageous things I've done with him, you find a fault in this?"
"I'm not finding fault in you, Meera. I was afraid because it was a public area. There were many people around us."
"But how many of them knew you?"
For a moment, I didn't like the way she was arguing with me.
"I didn't see anyone in particular. But there could be someone who knew us," I said.
"Just relax, Krish."
With that, she brushed aside my worries casually. I chose silence and eventually, Meera asked me if I was upset over how she behaved with Desai.
"I would be lying if I said I wasn't."
"Then why didn't you express it?"
"I don't want to offend you. I mean when you were enjoying it so much."
"Don't put it on me now, Krish. You're equally enjoying the stuff."
"How do you know if I have enjoyed it when he publicly said about having sex with you next time?" I asked.
"I know such stuff excites you. You got hard by listening to him talking like that, didn't you?"
"But that doesn't mean..."
"Something new and different is always what excites you. I have only one request with you. Don't make new friends, please."
She was smirking again as she said that.
"Is it always about me? What about you?"
"What about me?" She looked away for a moment and then turned to me. "I'm the one who's at the centre of your fantasy, right?"
"But you hardly share yours. Something new and different. Doesn't it excite you?
"My fantasies are like...mmm..."
She thought a moment. "They are like momentary things. They last for a few minutes so they are hardly remembered after a few hours or days."
"Is it about me?"
"Yes... It's about you."
"Always?"
"Not always. Sometimes it's about me."
I took a risk and looked into her eyes.
"Not about him?"
Meera smiled, without taking her eyes off mine.
"Not the way you think."
"What's the way I think is like?"
"You're always trying to make me submit to him. But my fantasies are exactly the opposite; like not submitting to him. I would like to see him desire me...always wanting to come back to me. But I don't want to give in all the time."
As she was saying the word 'not submitting to him' I was already remembering how Desai had told me about her letting him hold her head in his hands and fucking her mouth. I wondered if that didn't count as a submission.
Meera went on. "Like today. I almost knew what he was going to say. But I didn't want to say yes. I wanted to see him take a no from me. My fantasies are not sexual like yours. I see him as a person who challenged me in the past. So I like to challenge him back."
I smiled.
"It's a little unbelievable if you're saying you don't have sexual fantasies."
"I do have sexual fantasies. They are momentary. I love to think about us making out in our car. Our car parked along the road, while people walking by. And inside, I'm struggling to breathe..."
Meera said and giggled at the thought.
"I don't dare to turn it into reality though. I don't want to. Maybe I'm too scared. Not as gutsy as you. So I don't want to turn it into reality."
"Wow," I said. "Making out in a car. That's a wonderful fantasy."
Meera kept laughing again, shyly.
"You've always stood with me, making my fantasies a reality, colourful ones. Why not I try to return the favour once?" I said and steered the car to the left to stop in the shade of a large tree. I watched the area for privacy. The light from the streetlight was blocked by the tree branches.
"Are you serious?"
Meera was saying no but I saw she was also looking around already. I knew that she wouldn't hate the idea of her fantasy turning into a reality.
Unfortunately, a man was standing on the footpath, talking on the phone.
I drove the car forward and soon found another place, fifty meters from the earlier spot. There was a large boundary wall on the left side and on the right side was abandoned land.
I switched off the engine and turned to Meera.
"Is it okay?"
"I'm shit-scared. Let's go, Krish!" She said in her panic-ridden voice. "I made a mistake by telling you."
"Nobody's here. It's safe here. Let's move to the back seat."
I said and put my hand over her shoulder.
"Krish, please. The people on those cars can see us."
She pleaded.
She was right. The headlights from other cars moving against us were falling on our faces. The rain was gone and the windshield glass appeared clear. I didn't dare to shift to the back seat.
"Let's go, Krish. Our home is much safe for these types of activities. Meera said with a giggle. She had noticed the shift in my mood.
Our two-seater sofa is just like this back seat." She added.
"Two-seater sofa? I laughed. Is that another fantasy?"
"That can be a compromised version of my fantasy."
She said, caressing my hair.
I started the car again. The sex in the car was a failed adventure for us but it was fun.
 
But by the time we reached home, we had moved on to other topics. We didn't even think about making out on our two-seater sofa. At night we did it, and while it was fun, it was far from what I wanted to do.
 
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Desai had asked me to keep track of our customer behaviour before and after Nidhi's appointment. After a month of her joining, I was happy about setting up the front desk. And Nidhi's commitment was beyond doubt. The number of potential customers who personally visited the agency for an enquiry had increased. And those who visited were happy to spend sufficient time in the agency which helped me leave a better impact on them. The business was heading in the right direction.
When her first salary was credited, she distributed sweets in the office as well as all our security guards. I congratulated her.
She thanked me for guiding her and she said she never thought she would get a job so peaceful.
I told her that it was her skill and performance which made the job look so easy.
"It's not everyone's cup of tea. Our customers love you. They walk into this office with a smile and you make them feel good about us. You've been wonderful, Nidhi." I said.
Nidhi was on cloud nine. I asked her what she was going to buy for her mom.
"I'm planning to buy a saree for her." She said.
She was not very confident about buying a saree but she didn't want to get her mom's help. I recommended a saree shop from where Meera used to shop for sarees.
 
Incidentally, Meera too had told me about buying a new saree for the upcoming Janmashtami festival. I knew Meera would never get time to buy the saree before the date, so I asked Meera which type of saree she wanted me to buy for her.
“A cream colour one,” Meera described me on the phone.
In the evening when I reached the shop I found Nidhi there. She was not alone.  She was with a young man.
I watched them together from a distance and I could tell in one second that the guy with her was more than just a friend. As I approached them, Nidhi spotted me and greeted me.
She introduced her friend to me. His name was Sundeep. He said he worked in a café which was incidentally far from our office.
We shopped together and even had a coffee at a nearby café before parting our ways.
 
Meera was happy with my selection. She loved the saree.
 
In the night Parvati phoned me.
She said Nidhi bought her a saree after the first salary and she's so happy. Parvati said she's grateful to me for all this. She said Nidhi's birthday was coming in a few days. 
“You should come with Meera ma'am.”
“Sure,” I said.
 
There was another development happening in our life during those days.
A few days after Meera said no to Desai's investment offer, his friend Piyush phoned Meera. He wanted to meet her again. Meera agreed and they met for a coffee. Piyush said he went through Meera's evaluations but he wasn't particularly decisive about it until Desai put strong recommendations.
But he was curious about why Desai himself was not investing.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said him Desai was my true friend and I can't put my friend's money at risk."
"What?" I asked. "Did you say that?"
"I looked at him in the eye and told the exact words. I know it's stupid to be so blatant but it works with some men."
"Some men?"
"Piyush has a good humour sense, Krish. He said he would love to befriend me so that he could make his money risk-free too. Jokes apart, he is ready to start investing."
 
In Meera's opinion, Piyush was an interesting person. Being a true follower of art, he was aware of all the art events and galleries in the city. When Meera mentioned an office address by providing a famous restaurant as a landmark he struggled to locate it. But then he realised it's close to an art gallery and he was familiar with the area. As he asked about her plans for the weekend she doubted if he was going to ask her out for lunch or dinner. But instead, he invited her to visit an art gallery.
Meera chose to go. And she would later tell me it was a nice experience. Meera would meet his friends too and would acquaint them within a short period. Irrespective of gender, all of Piyush's friends had one thing in common. A liking for the art. Piyush seemed a good friend, having his interests set on many things. But striking a romantic relationship with a woman was not one of them.
Two weeks later, he met her outside her office and gifted a painting to her.
"A gift for you, for joining me the other day." He said.
Meera accepted the present and invited him for coffee. Meera phoned me and asked me to join them. I went and met him.
 
Piyush Kumar was simply a hilarious person. Just as we were walking towards him at the cafe, a motorcycle passed through the nearby road. The teen owner of the bike perhaps had its silencer removed, because of which its sound was annoyingly loud. Everyone in the cafe ended up turning their heads.
"That's his scooty," Piyush said. "He has one bullet also. When he starts that, it is heard at Sholapur."
His quick remark made us -also most people around us - laugh.
Meera introduced us to each other. Piyush remembered me. We started talking casual things and moved on to other things including his family and eventually, he suggested we part after dinner only. I agreed. We went to another restaurant in his car and had an early dinner. He dropped us back near the cafe afterwards. He shook hands with us both and thanked Meera for bringing me along with her for the coffee.
"Otherwise I wouldn't have known how wonderful your husband is." He said.
After making the first investment, Piyush started adding more funds and soon became a major investor in Meera's firm. Every other day she would come home and narrate her colleagues’ reactions when she would reveal his decision to them.
"Where did you find this guy?" They would ask her every time.
 
I knew every time they asked her that, she would sit back and think about Desai.
Meera was not talking about Desai. But I knew there wouldn't be a single day in her busy life without thinking about him.
Initially, I used to be jealous. But as the days passed, I started liking it. I believed Meera would be dying to meet him again. To feel his arms around her. To have his eyes on her. To have the feel of his thick lips around her neck. And to have his enormous length with its raw power penetrated her married pussy. I knew the lack of regular action between us would make her desperation soar. I wanted her to be desperate to the level of eventually getting out of her comfort zone to ask me to bring him back. My morning shower had become a lengthy affair those days, as I stood longer under the shower jerking myself, trying to fill my wife's imaginary moans in my ears. While allowing my dirty mind to imagine insane things about Meera and Desai, I found myself plotting to make Meera create an opportunity to bring him back to her bed.
 
As the desperation to see Desai coming back grew, I stopped feeling sexually inferior to him. I found solace in the fact that I was a liberal husband who allowed my wife to sleep with the man she desired.
And I secretly calculated that it would be a matter of time before she expressed her will. I loved to believe that she was waiting for her unsafe days to pass so that the next time she would be able to live the pleasure of her married pussy getting filled by his cum.
 
However, Meera's world was entirely different from mine. After Nidhi's appointment, I was finding it easier and less busy at the office. But for Meera, she had proved her efficiency and thus being handed more responsibility. She came home a tired person and spent an hour on the laptop after her workout session. We had adjusted our dinner time by delaying it half an hour. In that busy life, I even wondered if she was thinking about Desai, let alone being desperate.
 
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One day while leaving the office, Nidhi invited me for her birthday celebration on the following day. “It's just my friends and you. And Meera ma'am. I have never met her.”
 
But unfortunately, Meera could not come. She phoned me in the afternoon and told me that she had a video conference that was expected to delay her pack-up time.
So I went to Parvati's home alone. On the way, I stopped at a shop and bought a wristwatch for Nidhi. I got it gift-wrapped too.
 
There were just less than ten guests along with a couple from their neighbourhood. Parvati treated me with utmost importance and re-introduced me to her neighbours with pride.
Nidhi's friends were mostly girls but what caught my attention straightaway was the presence of Sundeep. I caught Nidhi sharing cosy smiles with him many a time. As Nidhi distributed the birthday cake among all, I teased her.
“I just noticed you gave the biggest piece to someone else. Must be special.”
I noticed her face become red out of panic and looked around if anybody heard me.
“Ssshh...” She said.
“Parvati doesn't know?”
“No.”
And it confirmed what was going on between her and Sundeep. Later I asked her about the gift her boyfriend gave her. 
“Mmm..." she smiled. "He's still figuring out."
“Has he proposed to you?”
“No, we're not that level up.”
“Still knowing about each other?”
“Yup.”
“Then take him to the rooftop.”
“Rooftop?” She laughed and then added, “you seem to have good experience in this.”
“I'm not too old, dear,” I quipped.
 
Parvati had prepared dinner for all. People began to leave soon after the dinner, mentioning the possibility of rain. Parvati stopped me from leaving with the others.
“You have come by car. You don't have to fear the rain.”
She said.
I decided to stay back a little more. As the guests started to leave in groups, I saw Sundeep getting disappointed. I gestured at Nidhi to go upstairs to the rooftop. She smiled and gestured that she was scared of her mom.
As their neighbours left, Nidhi asked me a small favour. 
“Can you handle mom for a few minutes?”
I smiled at her.
“It's easy.”
 
I went to her mother-in-law's room and started chatting with her. Parvati came and joined our conversation.
Parvati's mother-in-law was struggling with various chronic diseases. But she was happy with the care her daughter-in-law was giving her in the absence of her son.
“My daughters have been married off and are too busy to take care of me. But I have never missed them because Parvati has never let me feel that. She's my daughter now.”
Her eyes were filled with gratefulness for her daughter-in-law.
Mother-in-law mentioned a lot of things Parvati had done for the family after the death of Sadashiv. One of them was the construction of an extension for the kitchen.
I mentioned that I was surprised when I came inside the house because it was way more spacious than what it looked from the outside.
Parvati beamed with happiness. She invited me to see the house since all the guests had left. I went along with her. Nidhi was nowhere seen. Parvati said she must have gone to the rooftop to pick up clothes left for drying.
It had started raining already.
Parvati led me to the bedrooms first. One was hers and the other one was Nidhi's. I saw Sadashiv's smiling face in a photo hung on the wall in front of Parvati's bed. As I stood in front of the photo, Parvati stood close to me and watched the photo.
“He must be very happy about what you did for his family.” She said.
Suddenly she was in tears. I was taken aback by her sudden reaction. I wanted to wipe her tears but I refrained from being physical, and instead, I handed her a towel. She thanked me and wiped her face.
Nidhi's room was as tidy as she used to turn up at the office. The gifts received, including the one from me, were kept on the bed, unopened.
 
Parvati further led me to the kitchen and then to the extension. It was a corridor secured by half-height walls on three sides. It was further secured by grill work. The rain was slowly gaining pace. I saw the leaves of the large trees behind the house dancing in the strong wind. 
“The rain is becoming heavy but it's a beautiful view from here.”
I said.
“Yes, it is. I always sit here on the bench and watch the rain with Nidhi while sipping a green tea.”
Parvati said.
“Would you like one?” She asked and I said why not.
 
I sat on the small wooden bench while Parvati placed water on the stove to boil. As she stood away from me I could not ignore the view of her back. She was wearing a saree and the long flare of it was tied around her body. The twisted flare behind her shoulder left a good view of the bright skin above the deep U neckline of the blouse as well as the small folds near her love handles. The tip of the saree flare was tucked under the saree on her hip, resulting in exposing the roundness of her ass. It was quite a view, and the rainy weather was only a helping cause to warm up my mind. As she turned slightly left and bent down to take the green tea packet, the saree moved and exposed the fold of her belly and the side of her breasts. It was quite a sight and I struggled to take my eyes off her. It was the first time I was looking at her with lust. I felt a pang of guilt waking up inside me but I was quick to suppress it by assuring myself that I didn't mean anything.
Parvati poured the green tea into two cups and handed me one of them. I took a sip and it felt refreshing.
The rain was becoming heavier.
“I'll go check Nidhi. Why isn't she coming down?”
Parvati said. But I didn't want to put Nidhi in trouble.
“She'll be alright, Parvati,” I said. “Give me company here.”
I gestured to the vacant space right to me on the bench. Parvati smiled. I was surprised to see a slight pang of embarrassment in her eyes. It was the first time she was giving me such a look. And I noticed her throwing a glance at the kitchen door, probably to see if Nidhi was coming. I couldn't help but wonder if I was giving her the wrong signals. After all, she wasn't a woman past her days of intimate emotions. I was not sure about her needs or cravings.
Parvati picked up her tea and sat on the bench, right to me. I said her idea to extend the kitchen was a nice idea.
“I always wanted to live in a house that has a lot of space. It'll never feel boring.”
“Yeah, that's right. If you think it's boring in your bedroom then the next day you can shift to the next one, right?”
Parvati laughed.
“If we had one extra room, then I would have definitely tried that.”
“If you had two children, Sadashiv would have built four rooms already.”
I said.
“Two children!” Parvati laughed a little, looking away. I felt she wasn't comfortable talking about her past.
 
The cat that was walking around the floor suddenly jumped onto the bench and sat on my left. The unexpected intrusion forced me to shift to the right, taking up that narrow space between me and Parvati.
“He's my companion in the kitchen,” Parvati smiled.
“I hope he's not angry at me for sitting so close with you.”
Parvati's smile brightened further at my remark.
“He can be!” She leaned to my front and reached for the cat with her left hand. “Are you jealous, Tommy?”
She asked the cat and tried to rub her palm over his neck. He enjoyed her touch and moved even closer to me, rubbing his body against me. I could feel the bodily scent of Parvati and my mind was getting warmer. I struggled to keep the green tea from spilling and warned her.
“Parvati, your tea...”
She smiled at me but still tried to grab Tommy the cat. He was trying to hide behind me, making it hard for her. We both laughed. I eventually took the tea cup from her hand and held both the cups high to avoid spilling. As Parvati leaned across my lap, the neckline of her blouse moved and exposed her bra strap. The red bra strap in contrast to the black blouse and her fair skin looked remarkably hot.
It was the moment I shamelessly admitted one thing myself; that the woman whom I had been considering a hapless widow of a loyal friend so far was indeed a sexy woman. She not only had the perfect curves to drive any man wild with lust but also had the youthfulness beyond her age to lure him towards her. I was carrying a boner in no time. For once I hoped she noticed it and then quickly reverted to forcing myself to think exactly the opposite.
Parvati finally grabbed Tommy and brought him to her lap.
“He's the one who makes me feel young.”
She said.
“Well, I can see he's quite efficient in that.”
I quipped, making her smile at me. I already had a feeling that we had been flirting for a long. Luckily Parvati got up from the bench to keep Tommy in a basket at the corner, saving me from the precarious situation. But I could not stop from gleefully etching the beautiful visual of her round ass in my dirty mind again.
She returned to me and we finished the green tea quietly.
“Thank you, Krish sir. Not just for coming for the birthday party, but for this wonderful time. You feel like a family.”
She said while collecting the tea cups.
“Do feel like a family,” I said. “And please stop calling me sir.”
She smiled at me again.
“Just Krish?”
“Yes. Just Krish.”
“Okay.” She said softly. “You know I was waiting for you to say this. I didn't like to call you sir. It creates a gap between us.”
“So there is no gap now.”
“Yeah... There's no gap now.”
She said and we laughed together.
 
We returned to the hall soon. Nidhi was also back in the hall at the same time. The rain had stopped by then. But she was up there in a partial shade when the heavy rain was on, because of which her top was wet in places.
Parvati was quick to notice her smeared lipstick.
“What happened to your lipstick?”
She asked.
“Oh, that...” Nidhi wasn't looking into her mom's eyes.  ‘I got my face wet while taking the dried clothes. I had to wipe my face later.”
She threw a glance at my face. She looked like a kid who stole something and got caught in no time. I knew her lips were not wiped by a towel. It was sucked for long by her lucky boyfriend.
“So, where are the clothes?”
I asked, further worsening her case.
“Yeah... That's right.” Parvati said. “Didn't you bring it down?”
“Oh, I forgot to bring it here. I had to hide it under the shade. Wait, I'll go and bring it.”
She began to go back and Parvati asked me if I wanted to see the rooftop. I said why not.
I saw panic in Nidhi's eyes.
“I'll show him, mom. Don't worry.”
She said and opened the side door from the hall.
I followed her, to the cemented staircase. It was protected with a roof but it was open from one side. So the steps had become wet by the water droplets. As I walked the steps right behind Nidhi, my eyes naturally fell on her swaying ass and I wondered if Sundeep had a chance to enjoy them too. The thought made me jealous.
I stopped at the last step and had a look around. Nidhi turned to me and I noticed some dark spots on her knees, on both legs.
"Come on, Krish sir." 
She led me to the open terrace. It looked quite spacious, though a lot of cloth-drying wires were tied from one edge to the other. The light from the nearest street light opposite the house lit up the whole area well. The only shade area was near the staircase wall on one side. 
I noticed that the clothes were still hanging on the wires. They were completely wet. She hadn't removed it at all!
“The clothes are still there,” I said. “You were busy doing something else.”
Nidhi had a shy smile.
“I removed the important clothes only. They are kept in there, safe.”
She pointed to the roofing sheet which was kept slanting against the staircase roof.
I smiled.
“That's okay. But don't tell me you didn't have a good time with your guy. My support didn't go waste, did it?”
Nidhi's smile almost became a giggle.
“Thank you.”
I loved the way she was looking at me. She was cute and shy but not taking her eyes off me. 
 
It suddenly started raining again. Though it was not heavy enough to drench us, we moved under the shade. We stood under the slanted roof sheet. It was not dark though. There was light coming from the other side too. I saw some clothes kept on the floor. One of them was a padded bra. It looked like a dark blue one. Nidhi was behind me but she noticed me looking at it, and quickly moved past me to reach the clothes. I gave her side but didn't save her from rubbing her breasts against my chest. I didn’t miss the softness, though for a fraction of a second. Nidhi shuffled the clothes to hide the padded bra between them.
“Your desperation proves that it must be yours.”
I said casually.
“Which one?”
Nidhi pretended innocence.
“The padded bra. I saw it.”
“No, it's not mine.”
“Then? Is it Parvati's?”
She struggled to face me. I could see her struggling to stop smiling though.
“No, it can't be hers. She doesn't need it.” I added.
“Stop it, okay?” She said and looked at me.  “How do you know she doesn't need it?”
“I can see it,” I said.
“I'm going to tell mom,” She threatened. It was probably the cutest threatening I've ever got.
“She'll be mad at you for lying about her.”
Nidhi laughed and pinched my hand. “Stop it, okay? Don't forget me you're my boss.”
“Yeah, I'm the boss. You can't hide anything from me.” I said jovially.
Nidhi looked down and then sideways. “I don't know whose it is.”
Her eyes were again at the cloth bundle.
 
The rain was slowly gaining pace and I moved to my right, moving closer to Nidhi.
“This is where you stood with Sundeep, I guess.”
I said.
“Yeah... because this is the only place you can stand without getting rain here.”
“And you didn't notice your padded bra then. Must have been really busy!”
Nidhi's cheeks were turning red if they weren't already.
“You are the one who noticed it, okay? Sundeep is a good boy, not like you.”
“He's a boy. I'm a man. Yeah, there's a difference.”
I quipped, without looking at her. She pushed me with her body sideways, making me turn my head and look at her.
“But I hope he was man enough to give you a birthday gift.”
Nidhi didn't break eye contact now. 
“Yeah, I got the gift.”
She blurted.
“You were clever to fool your mom, by the way.”
“Oh...I was shit-scared. I thought she caught me.”
“But for me, it was easy to guess.”
“Be honest with me, okay?”  She looked at me. “You hadn't noticed my lips until mom asked me about it.”
“That's true. But your justification didn't fool me.”
“That's because you knew about Sundeep.”
“No. I can look at your lips and say what you were doing up here.”
“Stop staring at my lips, okay?” She warned me. I averted my eyes, only to lock them with hers. “What were we doing? Tell me then.” She asked.
I saw a desire to challenge myself in her eyes.
“Do you want me to tell that?”
I asked, turning to face her directly. She turned to face me too.
“Yes.”
She said, without breaking eye contact.
“Let me see it clearly then.”
I touched her chin with my left hand and lifted her face lightly as if to examine her lips. I moved closer, and her lips were already quivering. I could see her small breasts moving up and down in the anticipation of the unknown. I ran my right-hand forefinger along her lower lips, further holding her still as if by a spell. Her smile had vanished, and I felt she was anticipating my next move. I wanted to kiss her, and crush those soft lips between my lips. But I knew one step further would make me lose control and I would be stopping at nothing before I shoved my throbbing manhood into her young, inexperienced pussy. I just waited until the rush in my blood subsided.
Nidhi held my both hands by the wrists.
“Are you telling me?”
She was tempting, beyond my belief. I took a breath and pressed my finger at the centre of her lower lip, almost parting her lips.
“I think you've pleased him with these...” I paused before I slightly pushed my finger into her mouth to touch her teeth and then went on. “...with these beautiful lips around a vital part of his lower body.”
I watched her eyes closing and her lips pulling back from my finger, out of embarrassment.
“No! This is too much. How can you think so dirty?”
I moved a step back and laughed.
“Just accept it, girl!”
“No way!”
She shook her head sideways. I pointed my eyes to her knees.
“You had to kneel for that; I have seen the dark spots on your knees, Nidhi.”
I said and stepped back, giving her space to look down at her knees and realise it. She rubbed on her knees with both hands but the spots were not fading. So was the embarrassment on her face.
“When did you see this?”
She asked.
“Your mom didn't tell me this. Do you agree?”
“Thank God, she didn't notice it. I would have become a dead body already...”
“Don't worry. She wouldn't find out what you did even if she saw it.”
“Why?”
“It wouldn't even come to her mind. Because of the generation gap.”
“So which generation are you? I've seen mom talking with you on phone many times and I thought you were flirting with her. But now... It's my luck that I'm seeing someone already. Otherwise...”
“I'm your generation only, but a little more experienced. And I didn't flirt with your mom, okay?”
“I'll definitely ask her!”
She said and I laughed.
 
The rain had stopped and I walked out of the shade. She followed me and I reminded her to take the clothes. As she grabbed the bundle and came out to the light I saw a portion of her padded bra. It was light blue.
She again saw me looking at it.
“Stop staring at it, okay?”
“Are you still shy?”
I asked and pulled the bra from the bundle.
“No. No, Krish sir!”
The bra looked beautiful and the padded portion was soft. And thin straps looked delicate as well.
“So, this is the secret behind your different looks on different days. You don’t wear it every day.”
“You were noticing them all? I should have known that!”
She snatched the bra from my hand.
“You should have known that you can't hide anything from me. I just hope you didn't cross the line with the guy. It's just too soon.”
“No, I didn't cross the line.” Nidhi smiled. “I know it's too early.”
“That's good. Let's go now.”
I said and we walked down the steps. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Nidhi stopped and turned to me.
"You know Krish sir; you are way cooler than a boss I can ever imagine."
She said with a beautiful smile.
"And you are my coolest employee!"
I said, patting her back.
 
Parvati was slightly embarrassed when she saw the cloth bundle in Nidhi's hands. She was holding the padded bra separate. Parvati quickly grabbed the clothes and hid the bra between them, before taking them to the room.
Nidhi gave me a cheeky smile.
 
I decided to leave soon.
“The next time you should bring Meera too, Krish.”
Parvati said as I started the car and Nidhi turned to her in surprise. Parvati smiled at her.
“Don't look at me like that. He told me not to call him sir.”
She said. Nidhi looked at me, as if still in doubt. I could understand why she was so surprised. When the birthday party began, Parvati was addressing me as 'Krish sir' only.
“Why should Parvati call me sir? I'm your boss, not hers.”
I said. They both laughed.
 
While driving back home I couldn't shake off the memories of the intimate moments both the mom and daughter had given me. I wasn't sure if they were feeling equally warm about me too. I could only wonder about their reaction if I had pressed them for a little more. What if I had put my arm around Parvati and pulled her close to my body? What if I hadn't hesitated while touching Nidhi's lips? There were moments when they both were at their most vulnerable moments of intimate emotions. One little push and they would have lost themselves to those emotions.
When I went to bed that night I was highly aroused. I wanted Meera's head to go down on me, and blow my dick like Desai had told me she was capable to. And I wanted to spread her legs wider and pump harder into her pussy like Desai had told me she loved.
But unfortunately for me, Meera was busy analysing points she had noted during the video conference. She told me she would be late to join me in bed. I ended up visiting the bathroom and having a long fapping session. Yet I didn't want to fantasize about Parvati and her daughter.
The moment I grabbed my fully erect dick and started moving my grip around its middle portion, I started imagining my wife opening her mouth to have its head. I saw her tongue dancing around its head. Her knees were on the floor of a rooftop. I imagined Desai holding her head with his hands and then driving his whole length into the back of her throat. As my jerking gained pace, I wanted him to use more force while fucking Meera's mouth. A few minutes later I imagined Desai turning her around and bending over a wooden bench in a kitchen and shoving his dick into her pussy. Meera let out a loud moan in my crazy head, and Desai went on to torment her with deep penetration. I knew how much pleasure she was deriving from his powerful thrusts, and I knew how badly she would be longing to have it again and again. By the time I shot a huge load on the bathroom floor, I knew I was not going to be man enough to stop Desai if he chose to revisit.
 
The following night I decided to make a conversation with Meera, purely out of my frustration. Incidentally, it was a Saturday when we had dinner unusually earlier.
 
"I think Desai has met his match at his hometown," I said lying on the bed, while casually scrolling on my phone. Meera was checking something in her wardrobe, ready to join me in bed any time soon.
"Why do you think so?" she asked me.
"Because earlier he used to ask me about you. Nowadays, he doesn't."
"So you think he's found a match?"
From her voice alone I could tell that she wasn't happy with my deduction.
"Yeah. Otherwise, he wouldn't have forgotten you so easily. I'm sure he's not the person who'd say it's enough after one or two good memories. He's the boss wherever he goes. He can have anyone anytime. Why would he come to Pune for one night? I don't think he's so desperate. Did you notice how his hairstyle changed after he went to Shimoga? He looks like a playboy. There's no way he'd sleep without company."
Meera wasn't enjoying my words; it was evident from her facial expression.
"No, he's sleeping without company," she said. "I have asked him about it. Why would he lie?"
"Just to keep you hooked."
"He's not that person. He is a free bird."
"That's what I'm saying. He's a free bird who can visit any nest any day. Why would he stick with one?"
Meera shook her head sideways. "Because he has promised me. I didn't ask him to promise, there are no conditions. But it's his decision. Maybe he'll see someone in future but currently, he's not seeing anyone."
I wasn't satisfied. "Is he going to tell you beforehand or afterwards?" I asked.
Meera closed the wardrobe and sat on the bed.
"I know you are trying to see how desperate I am, aren't you? But we both know that you are the one dying to see your wife in action again."
Her blatant allegation had my complete attention.
"No. I'm not." I argued for the sake of arguing.
"Then tell me, will you be man enough to stop him from having his way with me the next time?"
She looked deep into my eyes. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her.
"It depends on the occasion. If it is not forced and if I'm aroused by what I'm witnessing, then why would I stop you?"
"Is there an occasion when you are not aroused?"
She laughed.
I pulled her toward me and hugged her tight.
"Don't you love it when I am aroused?"
"But I wonder why you are bringing Desai between us."
"I just shared my curiosity, baby. He could be seeing someone, couldn't he?"
"Is there a way to know the truth?"
"Today is Saturday; if he's seeing someone, he must be busy now."
I said and the next moment I saw a sense of doubt in her eyes. She was hooked. And I was sure she didn't like to think Desai getting busy with someone on a Saturday night.
She slowly freed herself from my embrace and grabbed her phone.
"I am going to talk to him." She looked at me as if seeking my permission.
"Do you mind if I listen?" I asked. She smiled and pinched my cheek.

Chapter 33: to be continued...

[krish_999]

Chapter 33: continues...

Meera lay on her back on the bed and phoned Desai. I lay next to her and moved closer until I heard the ring from the other end. Desai answered the call without much delay. I already knew he wasn't busy.

“Hey, what a surprise! How are you, Meera?”
I could hear his voice from the other side.
“Fine, Susheel. What's up in Shimoga?”
Meera's voice was suddenly calmer than a moment earlier.
“It's raining out there. Feels good. How about you? A phone call from you on a Saturday night, can't feel greater.”
I could sense Desai's excitement in his voice.
“It's just a phone call. I'm not dropping myself in there.” Meera said.
“You do, every night in my dreams.”
“Don't start now. You'd start looking like a freak.”
“I have no qualms to admit that I'm not like a freak; I'm the freak when it's about you.”
“Guess you still haven't figured it out with the virgin girl!”
I was astonished to see how Meera was simply steering the conversation where she wanted.
“I don't want to,” Desai said.
“You should talk to my husband. Maybe try bribing him. If you're too lucky, he might marry me off to you.”
Desai laughed. I felt the joke was cringe, though.
“I'm planning to invite you to Shimoga. You'll take a few days off, won't you?”
“Are you nuts?”
“Wait, and listen fully. It's not just you, Krish too.”
“Okay. Then it's alright.”
“Is that a yes?”
“No. I said the idea is okay.”
“You're leaving the decision with Krish?”
“Yes. He's the husband, isn't he? He takes the call for me all the time.”
I could feel the dig she was taking on me. I pinched her cheek. Meera smiled at me half-heartedly, having her mind on the conversation.
“Is it always him?” I heard Desai's voice.
“Yeah, why?”
“Then he's the one who takes the call for me too.”
Meera laughed a little.
“Watch your words, gentleman. You berate him, you mess with me.”
“He loves me to mess with you. You know what I was doing?”
“Tell me.”
“I was surfing through our images from our last time.”
“Don't post them on social media.”
“Come on! It's my moment, why would a share it with anyone? Selfie with you makes me so possessive.”
“If it was so special, why don't you take a printout of keeping it in your bedroom?”
“I'm thinking about it. You looked so gorgeous that night.”
“It was because of the saree you gifted.”
“You know I never thought I had a good sense of dress selection. But the saree suited you perfectly. I was wondering whether it was luck or the fact that you would look so stunning in any dress you wear.”
“The saree was beautiful. Krish also told me that I looked great in a saree.”
“Mmm... I can only hope I would see you in another saree in future. You never wear a saree on a regular day, right?"
"You tell me when, I will wear a saree for you. I will also tell my colleagues that I chose the saree for you."
"Haha. I believe you."
"You have an opportunity tomorrow, by the way. There is a temple that we visit very often. Tomorrow is Janmashtami; I hope you are aware of the celebrations. So we'll be visiting the temple tomorrow. I am going to wear a saree."
 
As Meera was saying, I realised that it was on the eve of Janmashtami day.
There was a Lord Vishnu temple we used to visit regularly during our stay at our previous flat. Janmashtami was one colourful festival celebrated auspiciously at the temple. And we were all set to visit the temple on Sunday. Meera was casually inviting Desai, but I felt he wouldn't take it.
 
"Temple?" Desai asked.
"What happened?"
"I don't normally visit temples."
"Atheist?"
"Passive."
Meera smiled, "then you can visit passively."
"Are you inviting me?"
"No. I thought you were desperate to see me in saree, so I thought..."
"I will take the invitation."
"Bring your mom too."
I was surprised to hear her say that. Desai was equally surprised and it reflected in his voice, "Why?"
"She would be happy that her son truly changed."
"What do you mean? Don't you think I am not changed?"
"Your behaviour has changed. You quit smoking. You have become soft in your behaviour. You've stopped being a moron and started looking hot." Meera was smiling as she said the last sentence.
"Wow. It's a lot of change, isn't it?"
"But some things remain the same."
"What is that?"
"Your obsession with me."
"That has also changed. I am not stalking you anymore."
"Who knows?" Meera threw a glance at me, for the first time since the phone call started.
"Are you crazy?" Desai asked quickly. "Krish will kill me if he hears this."
"He will not know. You are doing it smartly."
Desai laughed, "that's a fresh allegation. What else hasn't changed?"
"Your aggression."
"When was I aggressive?"
"In bed," Meera chuckled as she said that. I felt a jerk inside my pants. Aggressive!
"Oh, that!" Desai laughed. "I will accept that."
"Finally something you agreed with," Meera said.
"Do you still remember?"
"What?"
"My aggression?"
"Let's not talk about it."
"You started it."
"Yeah, now I am stopping."
"You know how to make men desperate."
"That's part of the game."
"Can I video call you? I want to see you."
"I gave you an opportunity. Tomorrow."
"Temple date?"
"It is not a date, mister," Meera scoffed. "It's a festival."
"My mom will be happy to see you."
"So, are you bringing her?" Meera asked excitedly.
"Only if she agrees. How big is this temple?"
"It's by the NH. Fifteen kilometres from here. You might already know about it."
Meera gave him the temple details and Desai said he would consider visiting.
 
When the phone call ended, I wondered if she was going to wear a saree for Desai. But it was bought by me for her many days ago, and a saree was her usual dress code during our temple visits.
 
The next day I didn't hear from Desai before noon. I had been expecting his call since morning but as the time went I felt he had no plan to meet Meera in a temple. However, at four o'clock in the evening, I got his call.
He had landed at the airport.
 
A dog in desperation will leap over a wall. I thought.
As far as I knew, he was a busy person. But he was not going to miss any opportunity to meet Meera.
However, I was still not sure about how the day was going to end. I kept wondering if it would be a casual visit like the last time or the complete celebration of an opportunity like the other night. I chose to believe that a temple was not a place to be seen as an opportunity.
 
"Your boyfriend has landed, baby." I teased Meera. She was getting ready for the temple visit.
"My boyfriend is coming," She laughed and then added, "but why are you so happy?" She hit back with a smile.
"Who told you I am happy?"
"It's written on your face."
"What about you?" I asked.
She smiled. "Well, who wouldn't be happy to meet one's boyfriend?"
She had worn the cream colour saree I bought for her the other day, with a matching blouse. The sleeved blouse had a boat neck design at the back. It allowed limited skin exposal against her usual standards, even though it looked stylish. I guessed that she chose to wear it because we were going to the temple. Not to impress Desai.
But there was nothing that could stop her from looking as gorgeous as ever. Her body shape was not going to be hidden from anyone's eyes. Especially her back with its roundness left me staring at her.
And she caught me staring at her.
"Stop looking at me like that."
She said.
"Are you going to stop everyone from staring?"
"I don't have to stop everyone. I only want to stop those with a bad intention."
I laughed, "I am not going to be the only one with bad intentions."
I was sure Desai would die to put his arms around her and feel the warmth of her body the moment he sees her. I was curious to know how he would control himself. I phoned him and told him to come to the temple directly.
 
We reached the temple by public transport at around 5.15 pm. 
The temple that had always looked spacious suddenly felt like a congested market, thanks to the huge crowd. The venue, well-decorated with LED lights, was indeed a sight to witness. The entire area was provided with tarpaulin roofing to protect the devotees from the rain. The possibility of rain was not a reason to stop devotees from coming to the temple on such an auspicious occasion. There were many rallies of kids dressed up as Lord Krishna and his companions in childhood arriving from many parts of the city. Chariots with Lord Krishna as the charioteer were merely a part of the attraction. The entire scene was chaos at its best, yet beautiful to witness.
At the right side of the temple, a stage was set up to conduct cultural dance forms mainly that featured Krishna and Radha. The area in front of the stage was already filled with the family audience. The lights, crowd, and ambience were enough to transport anyone to another world.
But for Desai who arrived fifteen minutes after we reached, only Meera mattered. The first thing he said was enough to convey that.
"It's a beautiful temple, yes; but you are still the Goddess I'd like to worship."
Meera giggled.
"Stop flattering at the wrong place."
As I shook his hand, I asked about his mom.
"She asked me to bring you guys to her." He said.
"Us?" I was surprised.
"She knows about both of you."
"Does she know how you've befriended us?" Meera asked.
"She hasn't asked."
"One day she will."
"I will tell her the truth."
Meera gave him a doubtful look. He nodded at her.
 
We decided to move into the temple to see the deity. As we stood in the queue to wash our feet before entering the temple, Desai said that the last time he stepped inside a temple was thirty years ago.
"I am glad I am the reason for this," Meera said with a smile. She looked genuinely happy about his coming.
Before entering the temple, the men had to remove their shirts. Meera watched as I and Desai took off our shirts. Desai's heavily built body and his hairy chest did not intimidate me this time. Meera entered the temple first, followed by Desai and then me. As we walked through the door I could only watch the back of his shirtless body. His muscular body obstructed my view of Meera for a few seconds and I wondered if it was sort of a bad omen. But the next moment he shifted slightly to his right and I was able to see Meera and then the statue of the deity.
During the prayer, I found myself praying to God to keep Meera's love for me intact.
 
After the prayer, we went to watch the classical dance program which began soon. There were plastic chairs for the audience to sit on. Desai and I sat on either side of Meera. I saw people struggling to take their eyes off her. My mind was getting filled with thoughts about Desai's plans for the rest of the night. I wondered if he was planning to visit our house. I had no idea whether I should invite him for dinner or not. We spent an hour enjoying the program.
We visited the temporary gift shops outside the temple and Meera picked up a few fancy articles for herself. I suggested we have dinner at a nearby restaurant. Meera and Desai agreed instantly. While crossing the crowded gate I found Desai holding Meera's hand. I was tempted to ignore the sight but I felt it was the beginning of something. I was still unsure how the night would end.
We found a nearby restaurant soon. Desai looked at the small dining hall and looked at me.
"Are we sure?"
Meera said, "Let's try something new tonight."
It was overcrowded and we had to wait before we found a place to sit. We ordered regular meals and ate with our bare hands. It was fun.
While having dinner I asked Desai the inevitable question about his return travel. Desai hadn't booked his return flight.
"I will catch an early morning flight." He said.
"What about night-stay?"
I asked.
It was Meera who replied. "Krish, he's waiting for you to invite him."
I looked at her. She was teasing Desai but it was I who ended up on the hot seat.
"I am not going to invite anyone." I declared softly. "I know what will happen if I invite him."
"What will happen?" Meera asked with an innocent voice.
"Ask Desai what will happen," I said.
"Nothing will happen," Desai smirked, "other than the inevitable."
Meera stared at him for a moment, biting her lips.
"The inevitable." Her eyes wanted him to elaborate.
"I will take you to bed and I will spend the rest of the night with you, doing all the things you'd love me to do." He said, his eyes fixed on her.
I forgot to swallow the food I was chewing. I wanted to check if anyone heard him saying it, but I could not turn my head an inch. My absolute lack of movement instantly made me aware of the movement in my pants.
"That's quite a promise." Meera blurted after a short gap. Her voice was lowered. Her head was down and she silently ate from her plate. I saw her suppressing a smile.
I chose not to respond. I could not respond.
 
After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant. I was still clueless about what to talk about. We walked along the road, towards the bus stop.
"Are we not taking a cab?"
He spoke as if he was under the impression that I had invited him. The thought made my mind restless.
The rest of the night. His words echoed in my head. I wanted to tell him that I hadn't made up my mind. I hadn't invited him. But a part of my body had already started to become warm. A part of my mind told me that Desai had come from a distant place after such a long gap and that he would go back to that distant place soon after. It felt like an opportunity to explore something I had missed the last time. I could not make a decision other than to wait and watch how the night turns out.
 
The busiest hour on the street made sure we were not going to find any cab. So we boarded a bus. It was already filled to the maximum capacity, but we chose to board it seeing it was ready to leave in a few minutes. We boarded from the front door and found ourselves being pushed to the rear side of the bus in no time. I was the one leading while getting in, with Desai behind me, followed by Meera. As the bus started we turned to face toward the front side, and I found Desai sandwiched between me and my wife. I could only wonder if it was mere coincidence or the smartness of Desai that enabled him to get to stand just behind Meera and have the entire world pushing her to him. The dim light in the bus almost went off as the bus sped up. I again found Desai's height making me lose sight of my wife. I was holding on to a steel pole by the side seat. But I could not see where Desai was holding. There was no steel pole next to him. The intermittent lights from the other vehicles and light sources were making it difficult for my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me. Then I found a steel pole next to Meera. I suddenly realised that Desai was holding onto her.
His body was so close to her, behind her, and I could guess he must be taking the liberty to feel her ass with his dick. As the bus ran over a speed breaker hump, the whole passengers moves a few inches from their places, and I found a woman pushing her soft body between me and Desai. I wanted to push her aside to keep watching Desai, but I could not. I could only think about how he would be grinding his dick behind her ass while feeling up her saree-clad body with his arms. I was sure Meera wouldn't oppose it.
Why would she, after all?
"That's quite a promise," I remembered her words when Desai told her about his plan. She was ready to walk any path with him. The happenings inside the bus were merely a few steps.
 
After alighting from the bus, Meera suggested we walk from the bus stop to our house. It was hardly a ten-minute walk. But I was not comfortable letting the world see Desai walking with me and my wife. I said I was too tired to walk a step and hired a cab quickly.
As Meera got in the back seat first, Desai gestured to Krish to sit with her.
Are you sure?
I asked with a teasing smile.
Desai smiled back and gestured for me to proceed. And he sat next to the driver.
 
As the car started, I moved a little close to Meera. She looked at me and smiled.
"How was the bus ride?" I asked in a low voice.
"Didn't you see?"
"I didn't," I said, without breaking the eye contact. "But I can guess."
"I thought you were behind us."
"My view was blocked. What did he do?"
"Nothing." She bit her lips and then leaned toward me. "He just didn't take his hands off me." Her voice was a whisper now.
"Where?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Everywhere."
My heart was beating hard now. I didn't want Desai and the cab driver to listen to our intimate chat.
"Did you touch him back?" I asked.
"No, but I felt his thing behind my back."
"I thought he would sit with you here."
"He's teasing us."
"Us?"
"Me and you."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"Yes...he's going to be very dirty tonight," Meera said with a smile. The shy look on her face told me how she was anticipating it. She was dying to live those dirty moments with Desai. I remembered how Desai had confessed about licking Meera's ass hole during the sex the other night. That must be his way of being dirty.
"So this night again going to be a crazy one?"
"He's probably waiting for your consent."
"What about you?"
"What about me? I know I already have your consent."
She said she squeezed between my legs. I didn't anticipate it. But it was the moment when I realised how hard I was. I thought it twitched the moment she took her hand back.
 
The ride to our home was expectedly short. As we stood in the lift, we all were silent. There was another resident in the lift. Desai deliberately kept a gap between Meera and me. Meera held on to my arm like a loving wife who didn't want to separate from her husband even for a moment.
 
However, the moment we walked into my house, Desai sought my wife's hand.
"I've waited for so long for this, Krish."
Meera smiled at him as if she was waiting for him to say those magical words. She didn't wait for my response as her body was attracted to him like a magnet.
I watched his left arm making a half circle around her waist. His palm soon lowered to feel her round ass. I forgot to breathe. It was happening.
Desai turned to her and touched her cheek softly, and kissed her. It was just a light kiss, like always. And I knew what would follow. But as he began to kiss Meera again, she stopped him.
"Not here, Susheel."
My immediate feeling was a sense of relief, as I felt I was saved from watching my wife surrendering to his manliness. But the next moment I felt I was robbed of something I so deserved.
Desai shook his head.
"Which one is our room, Krish?" He asked without bothering to look at me.
It was Meera who turned her head instead as if she was equally curious to know.
"He hasn't booked a return flight, Krish." She said.
"Yeah," Desai looked at me now, but his grip around her became stronger only. "She'll be seeing you in the morning only."
I was stunned. Not again.
But I didn't have a say in the proceedings anymore. My wife was going to spend the whole night with him. Again.
"You take our bedroom, okay?" Meera said again and I merely repeated her words.
"Yeah, I'll take our bedroom."
Desai had begun walking toward the other room even before I finished my words.
 
The door was closed again. I knew that no sound would come out of that door. But I wished I could hear something. I was so desperate for it.
I went to the dining hall and gulped half of the water bottle in one go. I was still thirsty. I knew no amount of water would quench my thirst.
I went to my room and had a look at my bed. My marital bed. I could not lie down there. I imagined Meera sitting on the edge of that bed and sucking Desai's dick like a whore.
"I've waited for so long for this, Meera." He would say.
"Me too, Susheel." She would reply in a hurry and then push his dick back into her mouth.
And it would be a matter of time before her saree was discarded into a corner of the room like a piece of rags. The fate of her blouse and underskirt wouldn't be any different. And she would eventually let out a huge moan when he shove his monstrous penis into her pussy. He had waited so long for that moment, so he would be dying to shove it into her married pussy.
 
I could not remain in solitude anymore. I walked back to the other room and knelt in front of the door. I kept my ear close to the door and tried listening.
I heard a moan.
Or did I just imagine that?
I wasn't sure. But it was enough to drive me crazy. I lowered my pants and freed my dick in one second. I loved the feel of my fingers around it. My eyes closed and I started moving my hand back and forth. I heard Meera's moans louder in my head.
 
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door in front of me opening.
I opened my eyes to the horrible sight of Desai standing in front of me. He was shirtless, and his bulky body and hairy chest did not fail to intimidate me this time. I was made a statue, holding my dick in my right hand. I wished it was a nightmare that I was seeing, but it wasn't.
Desai was, however, not the man who would panic even at gunpoint. He kept one-half of the door closed and gestured for me to remain calm. He then looked towards the hall, almost making me turn my head to where he was looking at.
"Krish, I need your help." He said, still looking towards the hall. It took me a second to make out that he was pretending that he was talking to me and I was sitting in the hall. "Do you have condoms?" He went on.
I had slowly begun to get up, but his words were simply a blow to my head. I could only give him a helpless look. I slowly pulled up my pants, putting my grossly insulted erection back into hiding.
My silence made Desai turn his head to Meera. "You sure he's got it?"
"Yes, he's got it." I heard her voice. My wife's voice implied it was right for him to ask her husband to fetch it.
Desai looked at me and gestured for me to go. It told me that he wanted me to bring it quickly.
"Please have mercy upon me, Krish. Make it quick."
I didn't know if it was an order or a request. I had already started walking to my bedroom. I opened my shelf and grabbed the small box of condoms. My fingers were shaking as I opened the box and saw the sealed condom packets inside it. Soon one of them would be put on his dick by my wife; I told myself. And then she would guide it into her pussy.
I had chosen this. I reminded myself as I walked back with the whole box. In case he needed more than one.
But one thing made me feel better even during those moments of absolute humiliation. Meera had demanded him to wear protection before having sex. It meant she didn't want to have him cum inside her.
I thought it was a sign that she was still playing the game according to her rules.
 
Desai was patiently waiting for me at the door. I handed him the box.
"Thanks, dear," Desai smiled at me and then added. "We're doing anal sex tonight."
I stood there staring at him until he disappeared and the door was closed on my face again.
I was stunned.
"I wanted to shove my dick right into her butt hole,”  I remembered Desai's words when he narrated how he had banged my wife the other night.
And I remembered Meera's response when he rubbed his dick around her hole.
“Don’t even think about it… Not on your first night.”
That was the promise Meera had made to him that night. And they were living it tonight!
 
My phone started ringing in my bedroom, annoyingly waking me up from my thoughts. But it was not enough to wake me up from the world I was living in. I walked over to my room, still wondering when and where did they decide about what type of sex they would be doing this night.
I could not even think about her butt hole getting penetrated by his monster dick.
In the room, when I checked my phone, I was handed another share of shock.
The call was from Desai. My heartbeats rose to another level in a second.
I answered it with bated breath.
What is he going to ask me now?
I swallowed.
"He..hello?"
There was no immediate response. I waited for another second and almost began to say hello again.
 
Then I heard some noise. I pressed the phone to my ear.
"Mmm...."
It was a moan, followed by a gasp.
"It is making me crazy..." I heard Desai's voice.
The first thought that crossed my mind was that Desai had made an accidental call to my phone. But then I realised that I had already told a 'hello' on the phone and he would have heard my voice. Has he deliberately made the phone call?
My doubt became the answer the next moment.
Desai was letting me listen to the sound of him making love to my wife!
"Can you feel my finger, baby?"
I heard Desai's voice again.
"Is that your finger?" Meera's voice was soft.
"I'm spreading it..."
I felt he was feeling her with his fingers, perhaps shoving it into her ass. I heard another moan from Meera.
“Susheel...”
“Just relax...it's good now.”
“Mmm...”
A few seconds of silence, and then there was a loud moan from Meera.
“Aaaah...”
It wasn't a moan but a loud cry.
“Aaaah...”
She cried again but this time it felt suppressed like she was pressing her mouth to a pillow.
“Aaahh... Slow, Susheel... Slow...!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know baby. Just doing slowly...mmm...”
I heard the sound of some beating like something was hitting hard onto the bed. I could not make out what it was.
“Just hold on, baby. It won’t last long. I can see you open up...”
Desai was assuring her.
“Huhh...Susheel... It's hurting now....aaah...”
"It's just a few moments of pain. And after that, you'll be okay, baby."
He kept reassuring her. I was on the verge of a breakdown.
"You are my baby, right? We both wanted it, right? You can do it, baby."
Desai's voice was calmer than before.
Meera's reply was merely a gasp.
"You've stretched it enough honey. It's just a few seconds more. I'm already there."
"Aaaah... Susheel... ohhh my God..." Her voice suddenly rose, startling me.
"Baby, you are with me, right?"
"Yes..."
"A little more, yes... yes... you are mine, baby. You are so lovely, my Meera..."
"Yes... Yes... Mmm... Aaaah... Susheel... I can't take it further...aaah...I am begging you..."
I was shocked to know that her cries were not stopping Desai. I kept the phone away from my ear for a moment and looked around in despair. A few seconds later, I put the phone back to my ears, and Meera was still crying.
"Aaaah... aahh...no...”
Enough was enough.
I turned around towards the door. In a fraction of a second, I had decided that I was going to bang on the door of that room, and put an end to this torture.
No, I didn't invite you to my home to do this to my woman.
I had almost crossed the door of my bedroom when I heard Meera's voice again.
“Use that oil... pour some more, Susheel... please....”
It took me a moment to realise that Meera didn't want Desai to stop this torture. She only needed him to be slower.
“Just an inch more, baby. It’s got enough oil...”
"...aaah...aah... stop a second and pour it...Aaah.... please... Oh my God..."
"Mmm... Yes... I'm there Meera. Oh my God."
"Aaah... Why is it hurting so much, Susheel..."
"I've come from far away... for this moment. Didn't I promise you, baby? Didn't you say you'd love this? We wanted this, didn't we?"
"Aaahh..."
"We're there, my baby. Just relax for a few seconds... Can you feel me, baby?"
"I can feel every inch of you inside me, Susheel."
“Can you feel me there? Baby?”
“Yes, yes... Susheel... you nearly killed me. Why is it hurting so much?”
“Because I am giving you the biggest size you can enjoy.”
“Stop boasting it, rascal. You nearly killed me. Can you use a little more oil?”
I thought Meera laughed a little. But I then felt I might have mistaken.
“The can is empty.”
“Squeeze it. Wait, there's another bottle in the bathroom...”
“I am not leaving you now, baby. It's alright...trust me. You've adjusted well now.”
“Have I?"
I could sense her voice becoming slightly calmer.
“Yeah... I can't see most of my length.”
“Don't tell me that. You are scaring me.”
"You are special, Meera. We are special... We've done what we wanted... Right? We've done what we've desired... and it's going to be wonderful."
"Mmm... Aaah..."
Her voice rose again, and I knew he must have done something new. Desai was probably waiting for her to adjust to his size.
"You are going to enjoy it now."
“It's still hurting... Do it slowly.. please, I am begging you Susheel...”
“Oh my God... this is heavenly...You know how much I have dreamt about this moment.”
“Mmm...”
"Meera...mmm... my baby...mmm..."
"Aaahh..." Meera started crying again. With every push he made, she cried. She made sounds that I had never heard her making.
“I'm crying too loud...”
She said after a while, realising how she was doing it.
“Don't worry baby...”
“Krish will be worried.”
Well, she still remembered me.
“He can't hear us. The door is too strong, Meera.”
“Oh... Is it okay to scream?”
“Yeah, it is...”
I heard some quick movements and then the sound of him fucking her slowly started filling my ear. He was doing it slowly, but Meera's noisy response to each of his thrusts made me hear it. However, I noticed that the intensity of her voice was diminishing. And the breathing of Desai was starting to dominate. It was evident that Meera had now fully adapted to his enormous size while Desai was putting more effort to move his dick in and out of her ass.
“You are now taking it so easily... “
I heard Desai talking while panting.
“Mmm...”
Meera's reply was a moan.
“Was it so painful with Krish also?”
“It was painful... but not so much difficult.”
“I told you we could do this.”
“Mmm...”
 
Their little banter in between the cries and groans was like a kick in my stomach. I didn't know when Meera and Desai had talked about anal sex in this detail. Desai was even aware of her previous experience with me. Meera had told him. And she was looking forward to trying it out with Desai. One thing was sure; that it wasn't something which they had decided this evening.
 
I sat back on my bed and kept listening. My heartbeats had suddenly come to normalcy, and I was no more feeling the urge to go and bang on the door of their room.
I had let him have his way with my wife. I had let my wife have all the fun with him. And he had specifically told me that he was going to do anal sex with her.
For a moment I wondered what would have happened if he hadn't opened that door to ask me for condoms. What if he had brought it himself? I would have shagged at the door without having a distant idea of what would be happening inside that room. I would have fantasised about them making love in the bed, taking turns to pleasure each other orally first then banging each other. I would have ejaculated many times, having no idea how louder my lovely wife was crying in pain in the other room.
I lay on my back and slowly undid my pants again, and found my way back to grip around my throbbing dick. Desai was way cooler than I thought. He was truly rich. He was kind enough to let me listen, even taking a risk to piss me off. Perhaps he knew that I was not a person who would be pissed off by such things. Perhaps he wouldn't have expected Meera to be so vocal during pain. Perhaps he wouldn't have thought her ass hole to be so tight.
As I started jerking my dick, I began to feel the small cries of Meera like music to my ears. I wished Desai used a little more power to make her moan louder. I wanted her to cry again. I knew it would hurt me too, but I wanted to hear it again.
“Fuck her harder, Desai.” I blurted in my mind.
“Just push your dick deep into her hole. Just bury it deep inside her. Make her cry louder.”
When I heard Desai saying a few words to comfort her further, I wished he didn't. I wished he used tougher language.
“See, you can take my monster? Didn't I tell you, bitch?”
“Yes...” I imagined Meera moaning submissively.
I imagined Desai's dick buried deep inside her to the point of his balls slamming against her pussy every time he did so. His huge length, inside her ass. I knew how painful it would be. But I wanted him to do it.
Desai went on to fuck her for a longer period and eventually let out a loud groan, matching in intensity and volume with the sound I had heard him making on our anniversary night. It was the sound of him bursting a bladder inside her ass, though with the protection of a condom. His groan outdid the peak of Meera's cries at any moment until then. He was a monster.
“Oh my God... That was...huhhh!”
All the sounds had come to a halt. Only the heavy breathing.
“Oh, my God... I am so tired, Meera... Mmm...”
I heard the sound of something heavy falling onto the bed and assumed that it would be his tired body being dumped onto the bed.
And the very next moment, the call was disconnected!
 
The room was filled with utter silence. He had disconnected the call. I was still jerking my dick. I threw the phone on the bed and closed my eyes, and re-lived those voices of my wife in my head.
“Aaah... Susheel... it's hurting.. please stop...”
“Shut up bitch...I am almost there... Just... aah... yes...yes...mmm... it's so good honey... so damn tight your ass... your pussy is already mine.. and now your ass is also mine... you are mine... aren't you?"
“Yes…”
“Am I not better than your husband?”
“Yes...”
“Then say you are mine...Meera...”
“Yeah...Susheel... I am yours... Aaah...”
I had lost track of what was real and what was my imagination. I jerked faster and faster until I shot a huge cum load in the air. The white stream of my cum flew up in the air and then landed on my body itself.
I didn't mind. I was still struggling to gather myself from the bits of reality and fantasy.
I knew my wife had been satisfied in the next room. And I too deserved to be satisfied.
I knew Desai might not be sleeping any soon. He might make love to my wife again. Maybe for the whole night. But I didn't mind. I had found my joy.
I was no more worried about what my wife would be doing with another man in her bed. By the time I slipped into my sleep I was able to completely free myself from thinking about them.
The last thing I remembered thinking about was how Desai would have made that phone call to me without alerting Meera. I felt he would have probably phoned me and had its volume down immediately. Because there was no way he could make a phone call to me in Meera's presence.
 
 
Listening to the sound of anal sex between Desai and my wife had awakened a monster in my head. The painful cries and screams of my wife were not going to be forgotten easily. They remained fresh in my head for many days and nights. But it did not make me stop dreaming. Instead, they drove me crazy and made me dream more. Deep inside my dirty mind, I was starting to enjoy the sounds of my wife being subjected to painful sex. My fantasies were soon filled with even louder cries of the woman I loved the most. Even when I thought of having sex with her, I wished I could do rough sex with her. I wanted to hold Meera's head with both hands and fuck her mouth with brutal force. I wanted to choke her with my dick pushed deep into her throat. I wanted to cum in her mouth, and over her mouth, and all over her face.
These rough fantasies kept becoming darker day by day. But I knew I would never be able to realise them because I neither had the skills to entice my wife nor the guts to force her.
However, I would soon find out one thing. While I was dying to fill my sexual life with rough sex with Meera, Desai was going the opposite way. Even when making her cry in pain during anal sex, he was becoming softer for her. His fantasies were no more about screwing the most beautiful woman he had ever befriended. Instead, he was looking to make her memorably feel his worth. That’s why he was trying his best to lessen her pain while shoving his thick meat deep into her ass hole with words she wanted to hear.
"You are special, Meera. We are special... We've done what we wanted... Right? We've done what we've desired... and it's going to be wonderful."
 
And I never knew when Meera started to fall for those words.
 

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[abcturbine]

Simply Outstanding......
worth waiting for so long..................
Amazing...........

[Sad Ash Rafa]

The story of krish and meera is probably the best erotica I've ever read and definitely my most favourite. And I have to say ,what makes this so good is the writer himself. The story, the details and specially the details , overall the writing is a masterclass. One of the other things I've liked is that the writing is majorly focused on the husband and his point of view , what this does in a cuckold story is that it explores the theme very well and the audience sees the heroine as he sees her .A figure of utmost sensuality that everyone craves for. Because of all this and the detailing , every mention about meera  ,even her mere presence is absolutely sensual. It's no wonder that the audience is so hooked and there are so much discussions . It's a great thing for a writer but I hope you remember that the best of part of this story is your brain ,  we all can have opinions but it's your thinking that has delivered this masterclass . 

I read the previous two stories and when this story was started after a seemingly happy ending in part II , my thought was ,what is the point ?  There has to be something new , something that has not been achieved before. At this point of the story ,we've seen desai sleeping with meera with both meera and krish's consent, we've seen her give herself to desai anally so what is left? The writer has teased some stuff , doesn't mean that all or any of them will happen but only time will tell I guess. All I can say is It has been a great pleasure and thank you for this. We all look forward to reading this and It would be great to get atleast one update per week . Hope you stay well and looking forward to see this story till the end.

[Ro.hitbig]

So this update resonates readers thought that meera does as per her choice with or without krish consent.  She has invited desai and spent the night without asking her husband, just believing his silence is a yes...
Krish had always been calm when she spends time with others temporarily but his persona changes the moment he knew someone is gonna take her away. How he gonna react....

The story looks exciting nly when all 3 are actively struggling , at this point even if meera leaves krish it wouldn't be exciting, as we all know she calvulates everything keeping nly her in mind. Seems if he is not so attached to meera, he too could have his share with others easily.  Wanna see how much she shatters if krish go with other woman.  Maithrei and Parvati are in line.....

[Sagar s]

Fantastic update ..desai would marry meera and make their kids ..the thought meera getting pregnant with desai ..is very arousing ..and she definately marry desai...and live in shimoga...when desai completeley tastes meera and make her pussy loosse then she get back t o krish

[themaskeditor]

Dear @krish_999, Your efforts and the content is above par. We trust your commitment fully. Also I can understand once you have lost a written matter then it is very difficult to build it again with the same thoughts and emotions. Improvising is easy but building the same content again from scratch is difficult.

Thanks a lot for all the hard work, and keep it up.

[Rbjunior]

Sadashiv was loyal to his word. Never shared the adultery that he witnessed with any of his peers let alone to his wife. He was true to his word till death. So helping his family on the basis of his loyalty is good gesture. But taking advantage of what Krish giving to them does not sounded like him, in he must not do that to Sadhashiv's family. Helping and taking advantage in crooked way is Desai's way of work. Desai wired and built that way. Yeah, Krish was tempted when he was in proximity to those lovely women, it's natural and we can blame it on the situation and the weather. I never pegged Krish as that despicable. Yes he was with ananya, the situation was different and she was an absolute peer for him. They both didn't owe anything to each other. Desai slowly involving him more into the cuckolding game. He ringed him to hear what he was doing with his wife for Krish to jack off 'cause he asked the other day did he jack off hearing the sounds. This is Drsai's one step to building his cuckold tendency to the prime and fuck her before Krish's  eyes every night he visits. I think Krish wants humiliation and he wants Meera to more submissive to Desai's whim. He was wishing Desai had talk dirty to meera when he was fucking her. That's why he was reliving the thoughts in his own way as desai says 'didn't i fuck you better than you husband'. When he was at temple he was praying his wife's love for him always keep intact as it is. For those who wants to know why Desai won't marry Meera that simply because he is a playboy who loves to fuck married woman only. Ananya, Meithrei and now Meera he fucked all of them with consent of their spouses. He likes to play the bull. Krish is the key component in this three way relationship he can stop anywhere he wants but his urge to see the action and fap more than having sex with his wife shows that he is a voyeuristic cuckold. So Desai is very discreet about not hurting Krish's ego by saying anything derogative. If Krish divulge the truth he likes humiliation Desai definitely do that way 'cause thats him, he likes to say dirty comments and call names when he fucks the married wife. Just think when Meithrei and Desai had sex, he dirty talked with her about her and her husband which shows the fact he is into it. After that event Krish beat off at his home thinking the same happening with Meera and Desai's words triggered his cuckold tendency upto a notch that he wanted and ditermined to watch Desai over her, legs spead open. Desai might give him sloppy seconds or creampie to clean up. That's depends on Desai weather he into that kind of kink and does Krish would be down for it. If any of them in the couple not anyways like this idea then it wouldn't be cool to read. So far Krish seems fine with it and Meera too. Jealousy and excitement to see the action of Krish's behaviour truly shows that he is dying to be that guy. Best wishes for the couple and the bull. I hope there will be fourth installment of this story. Don't stop begin somewhere after these events, maybe 2 or 5 years after they seem normal, Krish's desire rieses again. Make her Hotwife or something like that.

[roxanzoom]

Truly amazing

[Paul5]

Many many congratulations for a great story I feel it's right time to wind up this story otherwise this will be loose all Beauty so pl conclude this story rest is left on reader's shoulder everybody can think by his own opinions best of luck for your rest of your life although I miss this story so much but it's right time to conclude you can try to consider any other topics pl not Stop writing al the best your Paul

[Amit2021msm]

Totally disappointed! 
Meera became , Desai slut and whore ! 

She is become just like Ananya ! 

Now lost all the interest in the story totally !

There is no krish action along with Meera and krish adventure ! 

Now it’s all about Meera n Desai ! 

Now she is getting offended and  irritated when Krsih is questioning! It’s big time Krish needs to stop this ( he almost lost Meera into Desai hand ) 

I am sure Meera is plotting and meeting Desai behind Krsih ! 

Meera never love krish ! It’s a pure adultery! Not cuck story !

I really don’t know why  Meera not leaving Krish ! Why she is humiliating krish ! If she really loves him , she would have Leave him , not to suffer ! 

She is evil , as already sheelu and Ananya suggested Krish should moved on and leave Meera for his good ! 

If Krish not liking it why he is not stopping it and what he is afraid of losing !

[Lollobionda]

I would like to say this in advance;

This story (despite the last chapters) is still my favourite ... and always enjoy reading it....
My respect goes to the author Krish ...


I like fantasies that are close to reality, but ...
only if I can somehow feel a realistic connection to the plot and/or the characters. 
(That connection was there, until recently. And now it's partly gone astray, alas!)

The limits of my imagination are very much stretched and blown with the last (3 - 4) chapters. 

The main problem here is, (cuckold this and cuckold that!) that I cannot remotely imagine a husband, 
(Krish in this case) who supposedly cares for his wife, (and supposedly loves and cherishes her very much) 
could ever do something so reckless, so dangerous, so rash, so stupid as is portrayed (especially 
in the final ramblings between Desai and Meera) in the "new" course of story...


I'm still confident because;
Krish first felt a pang of jealousy (since the breakup with Meera back then) when he saw Nidhu with 
her boyfriend and then her swollen lips. 
I wish that carries over to his Meera and her relationship with Desai...


Kind regards from Berlin-Germany

Lollobionda

[Katrina666]

Super

[RCF]

Consequences of playing with marriage vows and Krish turning into worst kind of cuck if there are types in it. He is imagining rough treatments for his wife with obscene language used and wants her to be as submissive as she can and since he cannot live that wild dream he is fulfilling it with Desai but once a submissive wife or lover would she be willing to come back from her submissive state.
On top he is  losing his mind between reality and fantasy. He will lose his wife at this rate and already Desai has taken a special place in Meera's heart and not just a fuck buddy. Meera has outgrown Krish's desires over the course of adventures and i feel its a natural evolution from where the couple has started their journey. Now adventures are not about doing it for Krish though she says she is doing it for him but its about her mad lust for Desai's skills in bed and also her thoughts about taming a powerful person and subjecting Desai to utter desperation about her beauty and then giving him what he needs and she is finding utmost satisfaction in it..if we follow their trial of discussion during anal Desai mentions how they talked about it and how they have imagined it and how they have thought about doing it despite how difficult it is and that shows their lust for each other , can Meera withstand this temptation and not get involved with Desai when Krish requests her to do one day? one day Krish will come to her and tell her that Desai has been acting all along and changed his lifestyle just to get to her and played both of them but would she believe Krish that day? or Would her mad lust for Desai play on her mind?

I am just waiting for when Desai will reveal to Krish his true nature that this was all along his plan to make Krish a cuck and getting to Meera is only possible through him and he made adjustments to his lifestyle and approach towards the couple to get to Meera. In order for Desai to show true colors story needs to evolve in next few chapters where Desai should try to slowly take Meera away from Krish or somehow add a circumstance which could initiate differences between the couple which could lead to a bad split until then he will play nice and respect Krish as needed and treat him with high regards before Meera but once they split he will reveal his game to Krish to ridicule him thinking he got Meera but would the couple beat him just like how they beat others with their bond and Would Krish once again trumps Desai like he did others? If this story doesn't evolve into this but just a split where Meera ends up with Desai or Krish ends as a cuck leaving Meera to Desai then it will be a huge disappointment for me as every peak has its fall..Krish is in peak cuck state now and he needs a jolt to come out of it and realize that he is losing his wife.

What would be that jolt of truth for him?

[Amit2021msm]

Consequences of playing with marriage vows and Krish turning into worst kind of cuck if there are types in it. He is imagining rough treatments for his wife with obscene language used and wants her to be as submissive as she can and since he cannot live that wild dream he is fulfilling it with Desai but once a submissive wife or lover would she be willing to come back from her submissive state.
On top he is  losing his mind between reality and fantasy. He will lose his wife at this rate and already Desai has taken a special place in Meera's heart and not just a fuck buddy. Meera has outgrown Krish's desires over the course of adventures and i feel its a natural evolution from where the couple has started their journey. Now adventures are not about doing it for Krish though she says she is doing it for him but its about her mad lust for Desai's skills in bed and also her thoughts about taming a powerful person and subjecting Desai to utter desperation about her beauty and then giving him what he needs and she is finding utmost satisfaction in it..if we follow their trial of discussion during anal Desai mentions how they talked about it and how they have imagined it and how they have thought about doing it despite how difficult it is and that shows their lust for each other , can Meera withstand this temptation and not get involved with Desai when Krish requests her to do one day? one day Krish will come to her and tell her that Desai has been acting all along and changed his lifestyle just to get to her and played both of them but would she believe Krish that day? or Would her mad lust for Desai play on her mind?

I am just waiting for when Desai will reveal to Krish his true nature that this was all along his plan to make Krish a cuck and getting to Meera is only possible through him and he made adjustments to his lifestyle and approach towards the couple to get to Meera. In order for Desai to show true colors story needs to evolve in next few chapters where Desai should try to slowly take Meera away from Krish or somehow add a circumstance which could initiate differences between the couple which could lead to a bad split until then he will play nice and respect Krish as needed and treat him with high regards before Meera but once they split he will reveal his game to Krish to ridicule him thinking he got Meera but would the couple beat him just like how they beat others with their bond and Would Krish once again trumps Desai like he did others? If this story doesn't evolve into this but just a split where Meera ends up with Desai or Krish ends as a cuck leaving Meera to Desai then it will be a huge disappointment for me as every peak has its fall..Krish is in peak cuck state now and he needs a jolt to come out of it and realize that he is losing his wife.

What would be that jolt of truth for him?

Totally agreed ! He is almost lost Meera to Desai ! 
She is in total lust and sex , she won’t be coming out after this !

In this part clearly shows Meera got possessive with Desai and discussing her sexual desire behind Krish ! She must have plotting all along ! 
Now she said herself “ she is Dearie whore “ .

I don’t think Meera would go back to normal life with Krsih after this ! 

She will love Desai more now and ignore krish!

I would like to see krish move on and fuck others !