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

[fasterboy]

to all audience VijayDashmi ki ShubhKaamnaye

[krish_999]

Chapter 36

 
As I was busy cleaning the dashboard with my handkerchief, I heard Desai asking about Meera's plan about having kids.
"I often wonder what is stopping you from having kids."
"It's our combined decision, Susheel," Meera said. "We are awaiting the perfect time to enter the next phase of our life."
"I'm not surprised," Desai said. "Because I know how united are you in your life."
I wondered why Desai thought discussing Meera's decision to have kids was more important than hurrying to the airport where his flight was leaving in less than half an hour.
Nevertheless, there was one thing I would later realise; even though Desai was praising the congeniality between her and me, I knew delaying parenthood had been mostly my decision. We weren't as united as Desai was suggesting.
 
I soon heard Meera asking for tissues.
"I need to wipe my face, neck... especially neck. I'm sweating. Oh, what happened to me? Why am I sweating like this?"
"Even I'm sweating profusely. That's what we get when we work too hard in a closed space like this, I guess. We should have turned on the AC…" Desai was saying.
"You should hurry now, Susheel. You're gonna miss your flight."
"I won't miss that flight, baby. I know that."
"Do you know where Krish has kept his tissues in here?"
"I wish I knew. I'm getting out."
"Go. I'll stay here. If you can see my husband there, please guide him over here. Will you do that for me, mister?"
 
I had finished cleaning my cum off the dashboard. And I saw Desai getting out of my car. He leaned inside to tell Meera something. I pressed the phone onto my ear.
"I'll send him over here, darling. Anything for you."
"Go."
"I'll miss you. Badly."
"Hurry up, Romeo."
Desai stood up and closed the door. 
As I watched his heavily built figure approaching me, I didn't waste any moment getting out of his car. The phone call was disconnected.
 
Desai came and shook my hands. His face wasn't visible for the lack of light in the area. But I could still feel he was sweating inside his clothes.
"That was a hell of a reunion, bro. I hope we were audible."
"Is she alright?"
I asked.
Desai laughed a little as if I had paid him a compliment.
"She's perfect. And she’s waiting for you, Krish."
 
He was slightly panting as he slipped into the driving seat of his car. As he started the car and switched on the lights, I noticed the shining of sweat drops on the side of his face.
He had clearly worked out hard!
He nodded at me once again before driving away.
 
I walked over to my car. My legs were hurrying but my heart was faster than that with my hunger to meet my wife. To meet my freshly fucked wife.
I was surprised that Meera had shifted to the front seat.
 
I quickly assumed my driver's position.
Before starting the car, I spent a moment looking at my wife, sitting a few inches from me. She had found a box of tissues from the gloves box in the dashboard. But it was empty. She asked me if I had any towel to wipe her sweat. From the beads of sweat that were now flowing down along her neck, there was no need for me to ask her what she was doing with Desai. That I knew what she had been doing was a secret known to me and Desai only, and I had to pretend a sense of shock to see her in that look.
"You are soaked, Meera," I said.
"Yeah...find me a towel, please.
I handed her my pocket hand towel and started the car.
"You could have switched on the AC, Meera," I said. Meera quickly pressed the AC button. However, the AC was on by default and her action only turned it off.
"I didn't want to alert anyone by making unwanted noise."
Meera said while wiping her neck with my towel.
I remembered how noisy she had been a few moments ago while getting her pussy penetrated by her returning lover. Well, those noises were not 'unwanted', I thought to myself.
"You seem to have given him a grand welcome." I quipped.
Meera turned her head to me and gave me a soft look. I felt she wanted to speak to me. I waited for her to open up.
"Krish," she said, "am I welcome as you promised me?"
I was drawn to her soft voice and seductive eyes. I remembered the words she spoke to Desai a few minutes ago. “Straightaway.”
I wondered if she was longing to fulfil Desai's fantasy. After all, he was the one who had the guts to fulfil her long-kept fantasy.
"Do you mind if I kiss you, to convey that?" I asked. My body was beginning to become warm again. I knew what I was asking. I knew what she had been doing with her lips - her mouth - a few minutes ago.
"Kiss me," Meera leaned towards me. I barely needed it to lean toward her.
Our lips met and I tasted her lips, along with the sweat off her upper lip.
I thought I would kiss her just a second to live the thrill, but I simply could not take my lips back. I felt her palm behind my head and her mouth opened. I pushed my both lips into her mouth and sucked on her tongue.
"mmm..." she let out a soft moan. I heard it despite the sound of the car.
"You've given him a nice time with your mouth... haven't you?" I whispered when we parted.
Meera was shy. She looked away.
"Tell me," I said.
She nodded.
"Did you let him cum in your mouth?" I asked. I saw a sense of panic in her eyes as if I said something she didn't expect me to imagine.
“No,” she said quickly. "I just sucked him for a few seconds."
"So he didn't get to move it... I mean to fuck your mouth as he loves to do?"
"He did… at the right place."
Meera said. Her eyes were now struggling to meet mine.
"Let's go, Krish." She added before I could speak further.
 
I drove the car out of parking and we were soon on the main road. I suggested having dinner at a restaurant.
"No, Krish." Meera refused. "I can't be seen like this."
"Why?"
I asked and she looked at me. She knew I was teasing her.
"Because anyone would guess what I've been doing a few minutes ago."
She said with a smirk.
"What were you doing?"
I asked with my eyes fixed on her.
Meera pushed me away.
"Keep your eyes on the road, my cucky husband!"
"Do you love to cuckold me?"
I asked.
Meera didn't answer my question.
"Please keep your eyes on the road, Krish."
She said again.
"Well," I said after a while, "I'm glad that your fantasy of having sex in a car has been fulfilled, finally."
"You can thank Susheel for that."
Meera said.
"You can't?"
"You moron, you share everything with him."
"Everything? What else have I shared with him?"
"You know every time he wants me to spit into his mouth."
"And you do?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I think that's the ultimate form of intimacy between us. I don't want to do it with anyone else."
"Wow. I'm privileged." I laughed. "I wonder if there is anything you do for Desai only?"
"Mmm... There's nothing like that."
 
When the car passed a medical shop Meera asked me to stop. I knew she was thinking about buying an emergency contraceptive pill but I still gave her an innocent look.
"I will have to take a pill, Krish. Today is not my safe day."
I looked at her for a moment. I was enjoying the guilty feeling on her face.
"You let him cum inside you?"
"I had no choice."
"I can understand that. But one doubt, did he force you to let him?"
"No, I told him to cum. I didn't want to..."
She paused.
"What happened?"
"Shit. That was the silliest reason. I'm not sure if you'd believe me if I told you."
"Try telling me."
"I let him... Because I didn't want to spoil our car seat. And my dress too."
"That's surely the silliest reason."
"Krish... I know. But going by the past experiences I thought..."
"Yeah... He's got huge balls... His cum load would be heavy. Isn't it."
"Fuck you, Krish."
"So what happened in there? You fucked him or he fucked you?"
"Krish, stop it and buy a pill for me."
She said in a voice faking anger.
 
When I asked the shopkeeper for the pill, he looked at me and then at the car behind me. He was looking at Meera. I turned my head over my shoulder and looked at her. The sweat spots on her neck and shirt were still visible. And her hair was still bearing that dishevelled look. Given the medicine I was demanding, it was anybody’s guess that she was coming straight after rough sex.
Another man at the counter also had a look at her. And then had a weird smile at me.
I nodded back at him slightly.
As I went back to the car with the pill I was aware of the eyes following me to the car. I knew both men were thinking that I had just screwed the woman in the car.
It was stupid but for some strange form of pleasure, I had an instant erection.
 
We bought our dinner parcelled along the way while we reached home in an hour. Meera's clothes were clear of wet spots by then. But as she alighted from the car at our parking I noticed her looking around to ensure nobody was watching her. The wrinkles on her clothes could still tell the story.
Luckily nobody saw us.
 
At home, we decided to have a quick shower followed by dinner. I was hungry.
But as I stood under the shower and water started flowing through my naked skin, I remembered how sweats were flowing along Meera's neck. I could still remember her loud moaning pleasure. 
My mind was filled with joy for Desai's return. Until the beginning of the evening, I hadn't known if he would me and my wife in person. But in a matter of hours, he managed to convince us to meet him. He had managed to restore our damaged friendship. And he had managed to walk away with my wife into a spot where he could conquer her.
There was no wonder why Meera allowed him to conquer her. Because he deserved it. He deserved a grand welcome after being sent away unceremoniously. He deserved a chance to make up for the pleasure he lost in the past three months.
Three months, seven days, and eleven hours.
The man had been counting the months and days and hours.
And what a welcome he gave to Meera, the woman he loved to love one-sided.
He made sure Meera loved every moment of it. I remembered how he made her wait for it. He made her look at his monster dick and probably anticipate the thrill of having it in her married pussy. He then made her touch it and lick it wet despite the congested space in the car. How she begged him to put it into her love hole and start fucking her was simply proof of how much she wanted to reclaim those pleasures. And when he finally entered her, he made sure he did it ever slowly to make her experience every millimetre of his length.
I remembered how my wife was asking him to stop talking, without stopping to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her nonstop!
I had started to jerk myself. My pace hit the right speed when I remembered the moments of her crying like a baby. In those moments she even let him say those banned words 'I love you’ without being hurt.
She had given him a grand welcome.
She was ready to give him even better.
"Let's go to our place. We will do everything.”  I remembered how she had invited him to our house so that they could spend the whole night together.
And there were many moments when she expressed her desire to have him. He had asked her if her denial to cooperate initially meant anything. And she suggested they did it with clothes on.
She did not hide her excitement when he showed him his throbbing dick. As he made her touch him, he also made her confess that she had missed it. She had sex with me many times in his three months absence, but still, she did not have to think twice before admitting how she craved for him.
“Just do it, Susheel. Just put it inside me.”
I remembered her trembling voice.
“You love the feel of my cock inside you?”
“Yes...”
The rascal Susheel knew what to do exactly to make her literally beg for it.
“Stop talking too much... And don't stop.”
“...Say it.”
“...Fuck me, Susheel.”
Desai had succeeded in achieving his greatest dream, I had to admit. That he would make my wife beg him to shove his dick into her married pussy and fill it with his cum.
But I had no complaint. Because it was exactly what I wanted to happen.
My only regret was that I was still not able to watch it in front of my eyes.
“You can even watch if you want.”
I remembered Desai's words. It was a promise. A promise that I knew Desai was capable of turning into a reality.
If he wanted to, he could have followed us to our home and spent the whole night with Meera. But luckily he had other plans. He was letting me enjoy the night with my wife. I felt.
Now I was going to enjoy this night.
The thought made me stop shagging.
Because if I had to fulfil my wish to see Meera have sex with Desai, then I'll have to send a message that I loved everything she did to Desai. I had to deliver what I had promised her.
“I have always welcomed you back. I will welcome you back, always.”
 
I was forced to stop dreaming and end my shower.
Meera was arranging the food on the table. As we ate dinner I couldn't help but watch her face for signs of tiredness. Or signs of happiness.
Perhaps I didn't know what I was looking for.
"Stop staring like this, Krish. I'm not your neighbour's wife." Meera quipped.
"For a few minutes, you were."
I retorted. Meera giggled.
"Shut up, moron."
 
Later when we hit the bed, when I put my arms around her, Meera brought back the subject.
"Did you think I had become his wife for a few minutes?"
She was looking deep into my eyes. I felt she was going to catch me lying.
"You were his wife for a few minutes, weren't you?"
"No," Meera said quickly, only to add with a naughty smile, "being someone's wife is more of a responsibility. I was just lying down there."
I felt she was still overwhelmed to think that I had let myself think about her becoming Desai's wife. For some reason, it did not upset me. Meera's fingers were making a circle around my neck, and her breasts were firmly pressed against my chest, with a lot of her cleavage on display to my eyes without looking.
"You were just lying down there," I smiled. "And what was he doing? Playing your husband?"
"You are my husband. My only husband."
"But I am sure he must have done things I don't do."
"What's that?"
"You should tell me that."
"No. Never."
"I have a guessing."
"I know you have a lot of guessing."
"How did he feel inside you?"
"Good."
"Just good?"
Meera gave me a pregnant smile. She was not going to speak further, I felt.
"Did he make you cum?"
"No."
"No?"
I pretended surprise. Meera enjoyed my expression.
"He didn't have enough time. He apologized for that."
"And then he must have promised to come back soon."
"No."
"Must have promised himself."
"Possibly."
"Do you have any idea?"
"No."
"But you are going to welcome him back."
"Yes." Meera giggled as she said that.
"In this room?"
"Yes."
"And I will be sleeping in the other room."
I said and kissed her.  It was a short kiss she hesitated to kiss me back.
"Not sleeping," she whispered.
I nodded slowly, "I will be thinking about you."
"Mmm..."
"With my boy in my hand, thinking about how you would be enjoying with him..."
"You will love it, won't you?"
I could sense the increase in her breathing pace.
"I would love to know what you would do with him."
"I will do everything."
"Everything?”
"Everything that you can imagine..."
"I can imagine a lot."
"Mmm..."
"Like your lips... these lips... welcoming his dick... like today."
"Mmm..."
"He will love to push it to the back of your throat...."
"Mmm...but he's softer than what you imagine... I mind you."
"But he loves to fuck your mouth..."
"Slowly… softly…"
"Did he do it today?"
"No. There was no space... and time too..."
"But surely I tasted something different when I kissed  you."
"Don't be so dirty... just be... I mean..."
"Don't you love it when I kiss you... after giving him head?"
"I can't believe how you are even saying it."
"I can be so dirty... I love being dirty with you. It excites me, Meera."
I kissed her. This time her mouth opened readily and we kissed madly.
Soon I pressed her body down on the bed and climbed on top of her. I took her top off quickly and lifted her bra cups even more quickly. Her tits were erect. I went down and started sucking them madly. Meera gasped.
I was being welcomed.
"Didn't I tell you I would welcome you back, always, baby?" I whispered.
My hands had made their way to her hip and started pulling down her night pants.
"I know you will love me always....my Krish. I will be always yours."
She said, lying still, watching me with an astonished look. She loved my excitement.
As I pulled down her pants, I grabbed her panty too along. Meera wasn't expecting that.
“Krish... “ She was alert and quick to place her palm between her legs. It was the same response she had given to Desai when he removed her pants in the car.
“Move your palm. Let me see it. It's mine, isn't it?”
Yes, it was then. I thought. Now it was mine.
"Don't be shy, baby. It's mine, isn't it?"
I asked.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to see it."
"And then?"
"Let me see first."
"Tell me."
"You know what I will do."
"Not tonight. No.
"Why?
"I can't. No.”
I knew why she didn't want me to put my mouth on it. But the same reason was making me hell-bent on tasting her. I knew she had let Desai fill her pussy with his cum, but it was two hours ago. And I was sure she had cleaned it well when she took bath.
"I know you've let him cum inside you. But it's okay.”
I said.
"Stupid. No.” Meera shook her head. “Please don't force me.”
"Why? This was our fantasy."
"I'm not ready."
"You've washed it, haven't you?"
"Yes, but no. Please. No."
I grabbed her hand and forcefully moved her palm. I saw her clean-shaven triangle and beautiful brown lips. A man's monstrous dick had tortured them that evening, but it had only made it look more special.
I arched inward almost reflexively to get in between her legs, and before Meera could grab my hair, I had landed a soft kiss on it.
"Aaah... Krish..." Her voice rose. "You idiot... don't do this to me..."
"You are gonna love it, baby."
Meera's grab on my hair had become so strong that I could not kiss her pussy again.
"No. Please. I'm serious."
Meera's voice had now become partially stiff. I noticed.
"Are you not going to let me?"
"Not today."
She shook her head.
"Then?"
"Next time."
"Next time?"
"Yes, next time. I promise you. I need time to do this. Please."
I could not force her anymore. But I wasn't disappointed.
"Okay, then the next time."
I said and removed my clothes. I lay on my back and Meera sat up on the bed to start giving me head, and the way she let my dick disappear completely into her mouth made me quickly think she was trying to compensate.
"Are you going to make me cum?"
"Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it."
"I want to make good use of your pill tonight," I said.
Meera stopped a moment to look at me.
"I will feel like a slut if I would do that, Krish. I am sorry. I can't take two men in one night."
I was stunned. I felt a pang of disappointment creeping into my head. Not because she denied my wife. But for naming me and Desai together as ‘two men’. As if we were equal in her life. I deserved to be special, no matter how big his dick was.
"I am sorry."
She said again.
"Don't be," I said. "I can understand."
There was a momentary awkwardness creeping between us. But Meera quickly overcame it by lying next to me and jerking my dick.
"Tonight I'm the one in command, my boy."
She whispered.
"What are you going to do?"
She didn't reply readily. Instead, my dick was wrapped by her delicate fingers. And soon, they were making me harder again. I turned to her and she kissed me. She was darting her tongue into my mouth. I welcomed her and sucked her wet tongue. It was an invitation for me to invade her mouth.
"Treat it like it is my lower lips..." Meera whispered.
My eyes widened.
"Don't you want to lick them?" She asked.
"I am dying to..." I gasped and licked them softly.
"Mmm..." Meera moaned. "Susheel was inside them a few minutes ago. It's fresh..."
She was feeding into my fantasy. As I tried to dart my tongue into her mouth, she kept her lips tight. I had to forcefully stick it in. And then she held her lips in a small circle shape. I grabbed her face with my arms and started moving my tongue in and out of her mouth. Her hand was moving on my dick at an equal pace. In my head, I was fucking her freshly fucked pussy with my tongue. There was no scope for exchanging words. But we were deeply lost in our shared fantasy. And we soon let ourselves elevate into higher lands of pleasure when I felt nearing my peak in her hand. The change of pace in my breathing was sensed by Meera and she soon pushed me down on the bed, and while still jerking my dick she moved her head up and down to continue letting me live the pleasure of licking her pussy.
I soon let out a groan and shot my cum in the air. As I parted my lips to make that pleasure groan, Meera spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and opened my mouth again. Meera's hand was firm around my dick to let it spurt load after load, and she spat again.
"You have enough practice now," she said when my breathing came under control. "Next time, I'll let you eat me in real."
"I'm waiting for it," I said.
She smiled and looked at my dick. It was bathed in my cum. There were cum drops over her fingers as well.
"It's a mess. But it's not our car seat. I can manage." She quipped and wiped it clean with a cloth.
 
The next morning when I was exiting the gym, Venkat, one of the residents who lived one floor down from mine, walked up to me to start a small conversation. I had acquainted him when I moved into the building. But our conversations after that had been limited to basic ones since then for I had observed him a little reserved in social situations. So I was surprised to see him walking up to me. And he was hesitating to leave even after the basic 'hi and how are you're this time.
"You have something to tell me, it seems," I said. "Just tell me what it is."
He wiped his mouth and looked around before deciding to speak.
"Krish, I don't want you to be angry with me. But I want to tell you about something...something about your wife."
My casualness was gone in one second. I was alert the moment I knew it was about Meera.
"Tell me," I said calmly.
"Yesterday, I saw her in the city. On a street near the Capital Shopping Mall. She was with a man. I have seen him before too but I don’t know anything about him. I thought I should tell you about it."
A street near the Capital Shopping Mall. That was the place where Desai and Meera had a very eventful reunion. My heart was suddenly beating harder than when I was jogging on the treadmill half an hour ago.
"What did you see?"
I tried to maintain my face plain.
"I saw them walking together."
Venkat said. His facial expression told me he was expecting me to be shocked by his revelation.
"Walking together?" I stared at him. "And then?"
"Walking together...I mean they were walking together holding their hands. I was surprised to see her there, like that. I think it was not a good sign."
He had certainly missed everything that happened after that. But I wasn't sure if I could breathe easy, yet.
"Why was it not a good sign? Do you think my wife would be having an affair with that man?"
"Oh, no. Krish, don't take me wrong." Venkat was baffled by my reaction. "Please don't be angry with me. You know, I felt watching her walking in public like that was not a good sign. I thought I should tell you about it. I haven't told anyone else. Because I know..."
"Venkat," I smiled at him. "I am surprised that you didn't see me behind them. I was also there, my friend."
"Really?" Venkat looked stared at me in disbelief.
"That man you saw with Meera, his name is Susheel; he's more than a friend. Like a brother to me and my wife. I was also with them. Meera was coming from a long tiring event at work she was tired and felt dizzy. We were walking the road after having coffee. But she forgot her belongings in the cafe so I went back to get them. Susheel was holding her hand to care for her."
"Oh, I am sorry; I always fear the worst at the first sign of anything. I only saw her for a few moments as I was passing by. I am sorry I ended up telling you all this."
"It's okay, Venkat," I said with a smile, cleverly hiding a sense of relief. "I am sure I'll be laughing with my wife over this."
 
Even though I was quick to make up a story to negate his worry, I knew it was sheer luck that he didn't have the opportunity to see the whole happening.
When I went home I told Meera about it. She was shocked.
"We should be more careful while in public with Desai. Else we'll be giving birth to a lot of unwanted stories." I told her.
For Meera, it took her some time before she believed that Venkat hadn't seen anything.
"Never ever I'll repeat that." She kept assuring herself in the end.
 
Desai phoned me at work in the morning hours itself.
"Thanks, bro." He said cheerfully. The energy that I had missed in his voice during the past few weeks' phone calls was back. "Thanks for helping me out with your car."
"Helping you out with my car?" I asked.
Desai laughed.
"Ha. Ha. I am just being humble, Krish. I want to thank you for everything. The whole evening was fantastic. I am sorry I had to leave in a hurry and I didn't call you after that because I didn't want to disturb you. I hope you had a fantastic dinner at home."
He stressed the word 'dinner' and I knew what he meant.
"Yeah, I enjoyed the dinner." I said pleasantly and then added, "but I'm sure it wasn't as spectacular as your evening."
"Don't try to fool me, Krish. I know whose evening was spectacular. I've found out what you did in my car."
I was stunned. I thought I had wiped his dashboard clean well. But I quickly realised it wasn't simply enough. I was also in a hurry.
"What did you find out?"
"My car was full of your drops. But I'm not offended, my friend. Because after all, it was for a good cause. I loved the fact that you were able to enjoy the evening."
I was embarrassed. But being caught masturbating was not a new thing in my life.
"The sound you were causing my wife to make was too much for me to handle, man. I didn't even have to touch myself, I swear. I didn't have the place to manage as you did."
'Well, I didn't have that luxury as well."
Desai said.
"I didn't think you would take it that far. I thought you would share a couple of kisses and some other fun, but you took us by surprise."
"I wouldn't have tried it unless I hadn't heard from you about her fantasy of making out on a car. So I thought why not go for it? There couldn't be a better opportunity. And it clicked. Meera was just fire. Did she take the pill?"
"She did."
"When should I come next?"
His sudden query made me struggle to respond.
"Uhh...What do I say?"
"I couldn't give her a peak. So I'm going to have to meet her sooner than usual."
He was now making plans. I could sense a hurry in his voice.
"Are you going to let me watch?"
I asked, very well aware that my question meant giving consent.
"Making such a promise at this stage would be immature. Meera isn't ready yet."
Desai said.
"When are you planning to visit?"
"I would like to visit within a week. One of my friends has launched a hotel in Pune. A luxurious one. He's been boasting about it. I'm gonna make a visit else I'll have to murder him to stop his torture. So I'll be visiting soon. I'll drop down at your place for dinner if you give me an invitation."
"I know you're no more waiting for an invitation."
"I hope Meera won't kick me out of the house for silly reasons."
He said and I laughed.
"You can do anything, Desai. But please don't mess with her."
When the conversation ended, I was beaming with a thrill. Within a week.
He was going to visit us within a week. I was already having visions of him walking into my bedroom with my wife, with his arm around her. I foresaw Meera holding him close yet in a submissive way.
I leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes and tried to imagine her moans and screams that I was going to hear after that, and they were all intense. I knew I was going to enjoy it.
 
That evening when I met Meera at home, I again thought about the upcoming night when she would become Desai's property once again. I looked at our marital bed and the only thing I could think about was my wife lying in there completely naked, and ready to fulfil every desire of Susheel Desai.
After dinner when we hit the bed, I wanted Meera to share about the last night.
But Meera refused.
She reached between my legs to find my erection and quipped, "You are already up. You don't need to hear my story, baby."
"Please, I deserve to know what happened in that car," I begged.
Meera had started rubbing my dick over the clothes.  I felt she was trying to distract me.
For one moment, I felt an urge to reveal that I already knew everything that happened in the car. But I stopped myself. I knew it would fetch unwanted consequences.
So I tried to reason with her.
"Meera, it's now obvious what we want to do in our life. We have shared our fantasies and we have fulfilled all our fantasies. About yesterday's incident, it's clear what happened. And I was waiting at a few metres distance. So what's there to hide from me?"
Meera took her hand off me and smiled at me.
"Krish, you already know what I can let you know. Knowing anything more about it would no more be fun. It would be dangerous."
"But how?"
"Krish, please. It's my request."
"But tell me what are you scared of?"
"Krish, this is the maximum I can do," Meera said thoughtfully. "I don't want you to seek more pleasure from it. I'm scared about the future...our future."
I was now beginning to feel that she had a big secret to tell me.
"What is it that you are scared of? I just want to know that." I insisted.
"I'm scared that you'll go for more. Yes, we have done everything. But I fear there may be many things you would want to try out. There could be many levels higher than what we can take."
"Such as?" I looked at her. "What level is that?"
"I don't know. I don't want to tell you." She said and we sat in silence for a minute. And then she went on, "there is no end to your fantasies, Krish. To be honest, I am scared of the unknown. We all are scared of the unknown, aren't we? I am scared about your fantasies being fulfilled completely and after that, you lose the sense of satisfaction. I am scared that you will seek more."
"But what is bigger than what we are doing?" I wondered.
Meera didn't have the answer. Perhaps she knew the answer but she chose not to tell me, for the fear of giving me new ideas.
Meera waited for a few minutes and then turned to me.
"Are you disappointed, baby?"
"Saying otherwise would be lying," I said. "But I can see you are trying to keep things under control. So, it's okay. And I know there's no need to jump into anything. Things will go on like this for a while. Especially your man is already planning to make a comeback."
I saw Meera's eyes shining at the revelation.
"Have you spoken to him?"
I was slightly surprised that Desai hadn't tried to phone her throughout the day.
"Yeah, he thanked me for letting me fuck my wife."
Meera laughed and pushed me away, only to lie on my chest.
"Tell me, what did he tell you?"
"He said he could not give you an orgasm yesterday."
Meera was shy and smiling all the way. And she was beautiful.
"He must be regretting it. So I guess it would be happening within a few days. You and him, in this very bed of ours..."
My dick was getting harder as I spoke looking at her eyes. I knew Meera could sense it, but I wasn't afraid. In fact, I wanted her to know how thrilled I was.
"In a few days?" Meera's reaction was far from shocked.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Yes," I whispered. "In a few days."
"But not so soon," Meera said. "Only after Tuesday."
I was slightly surprised.
"What will happen after Tuesday?"
Meera smiled, "I will be on my safe days after that."
"Oh." I was stunned. "So you want him to fill you with his juice."
I felt I could not be dirtier than that.
"Don't you want him to fill your wife like that, baby?"
Meera was just fire. I remembered Desai's words and realised how true they were.
"Do you love me if I tell you I'd love that?"
"I love you always," Meera said and kissed me. I took my sweet time enjoying it before I spoke again.
"Desai told me he's going to visit Pune to have a review of a hotel his friend has launched. After that he's coming to our place for dinner," I said. "But I know it's just an excuse. The moment he walks into this house, the moment he sees you, he would be pulling you to him. And he will kiss you right in front of me. He will grab your ass and tell you how much he missed putting his mouth between them. And he will take you to this room straightaway."
Meera's eyes were burning with desire.
"I can't believe how much you've grown into this." She said. "But I'm starting to love it."
"You'll love it more."
"So you'll just watch him take me to the room?"
"I would love to watch him making love to you, to be honest."
"I know that, my cucky hubby. But you can't do that. Not allowed."
"What if I beg you for that? Please let me."
"No. I am not going to be impressed by your begging."
"What else can I do to impress you?"
"There is nothing."
"Please. There must be something."
"Not in my mind."
"Can I suggest something?"
"Mmm...I know what's in your mind."
"Tell me."
Meera pinched my cheek. "You have sunk into this cuckold fantasy. Very deep. Yesterday you wanted to eat me, didn't you? The thought has started to grow in your head. You are not going to stop it."
"Speaking clearly would be more fun."
I quipped.
"You want to eat me after I slept with him? You think you can impress me like that."
"Will you be impressed by that?"
"No."
"But yesterday you said..."
"I told you. This is in your mind."
"I'm not going to hide what's in my mind."
"But your wish is way over the line. Can you imagine what you are suggesting? You are saying you want to taste his juice from my..."
"No. I don't want that." I said quickly. "I suggest you have protected sex."
Meera stared at me for a second.
"Protected sex?"
"But after you hit your orgasm."
Meera looked at me in disbelief. Slowly she blossomed into a smile.
"So you want to taste my juice?"
"Are you impressed with my wish now?"
Meera giggled.
"But you'll still have the taste of his...I mean, the condom."
"What taste does it have?"
I wondered.
"Okay. I'll tell him to use a flavoured one."
"Are you gonna ask him that?"
"Why?"
"What are you gonna tell him? Buy a flavoured one because your husband wants to taste it?"
Meera laughed.
"You are insanely creative. Why don't you just buy one for yourself and use it with me, and then taste it?"
"That's pretty boring."
"Yeah, I have a hunch that you think having normal sex with me is boring."
"It is not. But I agree, some things are more satisfying than normal sex. Like everything else."
"We'll think about it later. For now, let him visit only after Tuesday."
"You don't want him to use rubber next time?"
"Not me." Meera shook her head. "Him. I'm sure he wouldn't want to wear a condom next time."
"Okay, so I ask him to come on Wednesday?"
"Don't invite him. Just tell him not to visit before Wednesday."
"Yes, ma'am,"
I said.
We lay a few moments in bed without making a move on each other.
"We are not going to have it tonight, are we?" Meera asked after a while.
"Why?"
"I have a hunch." She smiled. "That you are going to leave me untouched for him."
I was surprised by her thought process. It hadn't crossed my mind until then. But then, suddenly I was rooting for it.
"It won't be many days."
I said.
"You know what you are saying? You are keeping your wife hungry for sex...making her desperate for a man... and that is Susheel..."
"The next time..." I said with a teasing smile. "...the next time I know it's going to be a big event. He's gonna give you a lot of pleasure. He's gonna come prepared and I want you to match him every way."
"You are his biggest worshipper," Meera said.
I just laughed.
One thing was no more a secret between us. That we both wanted Desai to visit us as soon as possible. And Desai was fully aware that he had never been in such a welcome ambience in our life.
 


Chapter to be cont'd...

[krish_999]

Chapter 36 cont'd

Monday at noon Desai phoned me and seeing his call was enough to cause my heart beat faster. I thought he was going to tell me when he was planning to land in Pune.

However, he wanted to talk about his earlier plan to open a branch for Vickey Services Agency in Mumbai.
He was suggesting that we move things a little faster as the Maithrei's building had completed construction.
But I was hesitant.
I decided to be honest with Desai and told him that Meera didn't want me to work under him.
"She didn't want me to look at you like you are my boss. You know why this matters to her. I too share the same opinion, because of the twist and turns we've had recently. So I was thinking about quitting, Desai."
I said.
Desai was surprised, as expected.
"I know I should have told you earlier. But I was just thinking about how not to hurt my staff. The guys, their lives depend on this. I was going to request you to find a replacement for me. I tried from my capacity but failed. It's over to you, Desai." I added.
"No," Desai said quickly. "From my side, it's a no, Krish. You've been wonderful as the manager. Just look at the growth of the company, dude. You've not only turned it into a business but also forced me to plan a lot. You know Krish, my plan was never to own your agency. I bought it because of you, and I wanted to take it. I plan to make you the sole owner of it."
I was stunned.
"Desai... Come on..." I tried to speak but Desai went on.
"When you open the Mumbai branch, I will take it. The Pune branch will be yours only."
"But..." I interrupted him. "Why are interested in keeping such a small business?"
I heard him taking a deep breath at the other end of the phone.
"Krish, do you know what's the biggest joy in the world?"
I pretended to think for a few seconds as I knew I wouldn't be able to match the answer he already had in his mind.
"No," I said.
"The biggest joy in this world is planting a small seed and nurturing its sapling and watching it become a big tree."
His reply brought a smile to my face. I couldn't disagree.
Indeed, it is the biggest joy in the world.
"I know how much effort you've taken to grow that little security agency into what it is now. It may look like a struggle but if you look closer, you will understand that it was one of the most satisfying things you've accomplished in your life."
"You are right, Desai."
"I'm damn right, Krish. So listen to me. You are becoming the sole owner of Vicky Security Services.  I have given my word to Maithrei about starting my business in her new building. You are going there. I'm not looking to launch another branch of Vickey Security Services, but a new and bigger one. I need you to set it up, like acquiring all the necessary permissions and licenses. You've got the expertise to do that."
"Okay." I agreed. There was no other way.
"What will I have to do immediately?"
I asked.
"You will have to go to Mumbai. You can take Maithrei along."
"It will take many days."
"You can take as long as you want."
"And Meera?"
"You can leave her with me." Desai laughed and then added, "of course, you can take her along if you want to, my bro."
I laughed too.
"I thought you were serious."
I said.
"I wish I could be," Desai revealed. "In fact, I wish to take Meera to Shimoga. Possibly the next mango season. I want to take a walk with her to my mango farms."
There he was. Talking about my wife.
"I haven't forgotten about when you took her for a walk along the road. Her cries are still in my ears."
"I will let you listen to her while walking through my mango farms."
"When are you going to let me watch?"
"When you ask."
"I'm asking," I said. My heart was beating faster again.
"What's your offer?"
"Come on... I'm letting you..."
"Don't kill the fun okay." Desai interrupted me. "Give me an offer."
"You tell me. What do you want me to do for you so that I can watch you screw my wife, live?"
I said sarcastically.
"Mmm... I will take her on a trip."
Desai said.
"What!" I was surprised. "Where?"
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
Desai was in full swing, revealing his dreams.
"Desai. You're killing me with your dreams."
I said.
"Your dream is killing me too, Krish. Asking Meera to let you watch means I'll have to risk a lot. I haven't forgotten the pain of Meera's wrath, dear."
I laughed, "but she has welcomed you with both hands, hasn't she?"
"Not completely. There's more on that."
"Well, when are you coming over?"
"Tomorrow, if you say yes."
"Meera said only after Tuesday."
I revealed.
"Why?"
"You'll know when you come."
"I'm coming on Wednesday, then. I can't wait for another day."
My heart skipped a beating.
Wednesday. Wednesday it is.
"Wednesday. Okay."
I said.
"But don't tell Meera," Desai said.
"Why?"
"Just to surprise her." He said. "She shouldn't know that she's my dinner on Wednesday."
My heart nearly stopped this time.
His dinner.
My wife was going to be his dinner on Wednesday.
My dick was a rock already. When I ended the phone call, I quickly locked the door and returned to my chair, only to pull out my length. The tip was already wet. I opened the front button of my pants to free it up further and started shagging.  Meera's cries and moans were filling my head again.
“Fuck me, Susheel...  Aaah…huh... Aaah... aah... Ahh... Aaah...”
Imaginary visuals of Meera crying with the pleasure of being taken to heaven started filling my mind. The desire to see it with my real eyes was peaking. I grabbed the mouse on my desk and hurriedly surfed the computer to find the CCTV recording I had found the other day. I had kept the recording copied in a separate folder for convenience. I played it and visuals of Nidhi making love to her boyfriend Sundeep in my car filled the computer monitor. With my throbbing dick in one hand, I skipped the video to the part where the only visual of Nidhi was her feet in the air. Sundeep was fucking her and I imagined it was Desai fucking Meera.
Her moans returned to my head once again, this time more intense. I jerked faster and spurted a huge load on the floor. It was a mess, but it was not a new thing to me.
 
In four days, I had learnt one thing. Meera's decision to part ways with Desai had done more favour to him than we could imagine. We had not only welcomed him back into our fantasies and life, but we had also let him grow into our hearts and skin so deeply that we were waiting for his next showing. I had already let him have sex with my wife but I was dying to let him repeat that. And this time I was ready to let him do anything he wanted and there was no subtleness in expressing my desire to him or her.
In other words, I was becoming a slave to my desire. A part of my mind had started showing signs to become his slave as well.


 
 
When I went home I did not tell Meera about Desai's plan to visit on Wednesday. As he said, I too felt she shouldn't know that she was going to be his dinner.
Tuesday was the slowest day in my life as I waited for Wednesday.
 
Maithrei phoned me and asked me to plan our visit to Mumbai. She suggested we took a cab together.
"I hope you'd enjoy sharing a cab with me." She said.
It was the first time in many months when we were speaking. I wondered if she was thinking about making it into a romantic trip.
"I'd surely enjoy, Maithrei," I replied.
 
In the night I told Meera about Desai's decision to transfer the ownership of Vickey Security Services to me, as a reward for setting up his firm in Mumbai.
"I'll have to work in Mumbai for many days for that. We can go together and spend a good time there." I suggested.
"Are you crazy?" Meera asked. "You'd be very busy visiting government offices seeking permissions and applying for licences. And also hiring teams to set up offices, and ad agencies, even buying your vehicles and getting them painted according to your agency's theme. I can already see you running short of time to finalise your staff's uniform pattern. It's not an IT firm that you are starting. It's a security services agency and Susheel would be planning to launch it as if it's one of the best in the city. He's a man who wouldn't settle for mediocre. I'm sure it’ll take a month at least and you think I'll find time to chill with you that many days?"
I was stunned by the quickness of her calculations. I had been making a list of things to do in Mumbai for the last 36 hours to set up the agency and Meera had thought up all of them in an instant. I could only watch her mouth in awe.
"What are you staring at me?" Meera asked. "Don't be disappointed that I'm not coming, baby."
She sat with me on the sofa and caressed my face. "After you set up all this, we'll surely have a vacation. You'll be the boss in your office so you can decide. We won't go to a busy place like Mumbai. We'll find a foreign country where we can spend a few days... enjoy some serene scenes by the river or sea."
As she mentioned spending time by the sea in a foreign country, Desai's words came to my mind.
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
I wondered if he was the one going to fulfil Meera's dream once again. This time it didn't thrill me.
 
In the night when I went to sleep, I closed my eyes and thought about the possibility of Desai taking Meera to a foreign country. He would promise to bring her back to me, for sure. But what if he didn't? I had no plan to give in to his dream but I still thought about the aftermath of such an event. I kept pondering the possibility of Desai convincing Meera to continue to stay with him, in that unknown foreign city. My thoughts were stupid but equally dreadful.
 
In the middle of all these thoughts, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was Wednesday.
The first thing I thought after waking up was about the night.
Tonight, Desai is going to be here.
Either in my room or the other room, Desai would be sleeping with my wife. And this time, I would not need him to secretly phone me. I was sure I would be listening to their lovemaking from the hall itself.
"What are you day dreaming, mister?" I heard Meera asking me. She was standing next to the bed and watching me.
"I was thinking about the dinner," I said. "Dinner with Desai."
Meera giggled.
"I knew you were thinking about it. It's the only thing you can think about until it's over."
"Which room it will be?"
I asked.
"Shut up and go to your gym," Meera instructed with a serious face. But I could see she was faking that face. I could clearly see she was also thrilled about the night.
 
It happened to be a busy day in the morning with a couple of enquiries turning into serious proposals. It was a fruitful day. At noon, I thought it was a bright day.
 
At around 4 pm Nidhi entered my office with a shy smile.
"Are you busy, Krish sir?"
It took me one second to know why she was smiling.
"I know why you're smiling, girl." I said.
Nidhi bit her lips.
"You have a date?" I asked.
"Sort of."
She said.
"Promise me you won't spoil my car seat."
I said and placed my car key on the desk.
"I'll get it cleaned." She retorted.
"By Sundeep?"
"By Sundeep." She giggled and grabbed the key. "Without you sir, I'd have died a virgin."
I was astonished by her audacity to talk like that.
"How many times would you lose your virginity?"
I asked.
"This time I'll tell him to do it properly."
She said and ran away with the key.
 
It wasn't the first time she went on a date with Sundeep after the other day when she had sex with him in my car. But those days were actual coffee dates. A couple of times I had teased her that my car was lying idle. Initially, she was very shy to talk anything about. But eventually, she was able to counter me with smart replies. However, our naughty banter never made it to the level of getting too personal with each other. In other words, we were like good friends who knew all the secrets about one another.
But of course, she never knew my secrets.
The moment she left my office, I turned on the CCTV visual from the parking lot on my computer screen. For a few minutes, I watched my car lying in the parking. My curiosity was peaking and then I saw her walking into the scene. My heartbeats rose and I felt a sense of anticipatory pleasure when I saw Sundeep in a black shirt right behind her.
I noticed one thing at this moment. Nidhi's attire was a yellow shirt and black pants. The style of her clothes was the same as Meera's when she had sex with Desai in my car. I was amused that I was going to witness Nidhi have sex with her boyfriend in the same car, wearing a similar style of clothes.
Both Nidhi and Sundeep were busy watching the whole area before getting into the car. I saw Nidhi looking toward the CCTV too, but she casually ignored it. She was surely under the impression that the CCTV was not working. I could only thank her for her carelessness.
But only I knew that I had taken the pain to clean the outer glass of it to get the visual clear after the last incident.
The moment Nidhi and Sundeep entered the back seat of my car I knew I was going to watch the action live, with a clearer view this time.
 
But the very next moment, my phone rang. It was Desai. I hated to be distracted at the moment and I hesitated to take it. I knew why he was calling.
I knew he must have arrived in the city. He must be calling to tell me that he would be joining me for dinner. I knew what he was going to do after that. And I knew I was not going to miss it anyway.
I checked the phone but quickly turned it into silent mode, thinking about all the waiting I had to do since last Thursday. My eyes were glued back to the computer screen and I zoomed in the camera to the rear windshield to get a full visual on my screen.
The couple spent hardly a few seconds talking, before hurrying to start kissing. It seemed they were waiting for a long for this opportunity.
Sundeep's intention was clearly visible from the start itself, as he quickly started licking around her neck. Nidhi's face was upwards and I saw her giggling.
Then they looked at each other. Then Nidhi looked around. And then she removed her shirt. I saw the top side of her bra-clad body partially hidden by her hair.
I felt my body becoming warm. It became further warmer as I saw Nidhi taking off her bra. Even though I could see only a glimpse of it here and there, the impact was equal to seeing it fully as I was very well aware of the size of her small yet beautiful sized breasts. She kept the bra over the back seat. The white bra looked like a cupped one. I wasn't surprised as I had noticed that her breasts were slightly larger than usual in the morning. I was aware that she used to wear a padded bra with certain types of clothes.
Sundeep's head had gone down to her chest, and he was busy sucking her breasts. Nidhi was giving him no restrictions. I saw her looking around and adjusting her hair in place while letting Sundeep suck them as he wished. Nidhi was giggling in response to his moves.
The tightness in my pants was growing and there was no way I could leave it idle. I got up from my chair to lock the door and when I returned to my chair, I had my fingers wrapped around my throbbing length.
 
My phone had started vibrating again. I chose to ignore it and slowly started jerking my dick. Sundeep's mouth was taking turns in containing Nidhi's soft melons and I saw her giggles vanishing and her face becoming serious. His playfulness was surely giving her some pleasure. Sundeep got up only after a while and he quickly worked to unbutton his pants. Nidhi waited with her eyes fixed on his lap where her head soon went down.
The man had come up with a plan. And the girl knew what she wanted to do. They were clearly in sync with what they were going to do this time. Nidhi's head started moving up and down and I saw Sundeep breathing hard with the heavenly experience. His one hand rested between the headrests of the seat and with his other hand, he slowly caressed Nidhi's hair. Nidhi took breaks between, and the blowjob lasted longer than I anticipated. There was no hurry at all. I was equally visible when Nidhi sat back and allowed Sundeep to remove her pants and position himself between her legs. Nidhi's head went down to the seat as she lay down, and her feet were in the air. I thought it would be the same pose Meera had presented her body to Desai the other day. Sundeep's body movements told me how he was pushing his dick into his girl. My jerking had become smooth with help of the leaking precum. As Sundeep started moving, my only regret was that I was not able to see Nidhi's reaction to his dick entering her pussy.
My phone rang again. Even the vibration was disturbing me now. I grabbed it quickly intending to reject it. But seeing that the call was from Meera, I pressed the silent button again to stop the vibration first and then put the phone on DND mode.
I didn't want to lose the live action, even for a minute.
After fucking Nidhi for close to a couple of minutes, Sundeep changed his pose as if he was listening to my thoughts. He got Nidhi up and she leaned over the back seat, still watching the surrounding through the windshield glasses. Sundeep was getting behind her. This time I could see Nidhi's face and her full breasts on the screen. And I saw the moment when Sundeep re-entered her. That change in her facial expression, that of letting the pleasure take over her body, was a fabulous sight.
Sundeep started moving his hip behind her and Nidhi's eyes were closed, but the facial expression was nothing short of breath-taking. It was swiftly shifting between the pain and the pleasure. The pain of his dick going all the way into her tight pussy and the pleasure of her love hole being adjusted to his growth. As Sundeep soon grabbed the headrest of the seat and started pumping harder, her body started shaking. Her bra fell to the seat. But she didn't care. She was in another world. I saw Sundeep's hand reaching to caress her breasts. And then, she turned to kiss him. I saw them kissing and still fucking. The girl had lost herself to lust and pleasure.
My hand was moving faster and the scene was too much for me now, and I came. I quickly grabbed a plain paper and held it in front of my dick to avoid making a mess. When I finished I wiped myself clean.
Sundeep was going faster now and Nidhi was on the verge of cumming. The pace peaked soon, and then Sundeep stopped moving all the way. I guessed that he had come. I was not able to see his face.
My eyes were fixed on Nidhi and I saw a pang of disappointment on her face. Though the reaction lasted for a fraction of a second, it was beautiful. She was panting. Sundeep pulled out quickly and fell to the seat.
 
The show was over.
Sundeep lay in the seat for a moment. Nidhi too took her time before she started wearing the clothes. She was now looking around again to see if anyone was around as if suddenly getting back to her senses.
My dick was still hard and I felt I could do one more round of jerking. But I chose to stop, with one part of my mind thinking that I was going to see my wife in action very soon.
Desai must have landed in Pune and his dick would have started getting an erection in anticipation of the night. I thought.
Nidhi and Sundeep got dressed before coming out of the car. Now Sundeep seemed to be in a hurry, as if suddenly aware of the time they had spent in the car.
He left right away. Nidhi started walking back to the office.
I unlocked my door before proceeding to the attached bathroom. I returned with a sense of hurry to welcome back the girl.
 
I went to the front office and saw one of our security instructors waiting in the lounge. He got up to see me. I was speaking to him when Nidhi returned and she avoided looking at me directly. But the moment she got to her seat in the front office, our eyes met. We both didn't smile. But we stared for a few seconds. And it felt like we had conveyed a lot of secrets between us within those seconds. In the end, I saw a small smile on her lips, and it was very naughty. She gestured at the car key in her hand, and I gestured back to keep it with her only.
After I finished talking to the instructor, I returned to my office. Nidhi followed me and forwarded the key to me.
What's the hurry? I asked instead of taking the key. Come inside.
I invited her to sit on the seat in my office.
"You seem tired as if you had a long drive."
I said and watched her biting her lips, struggling to contain her embarrassment. But she sat on, making me believe that she wanted to sit there.
I opened the refrigerator and poured some bottled juice into a glass.
"Take it. You need it." I said and placed the glass on the desk.
Nidhi smiled at me.
"You are embarrassing me." She said first and then took the drink. "But yes, I need it."
She finished it in one go and looked at me. I smiled and quickly refilled it.
"So it was really good, I guess."
Nidhi kept smiling while drinking the juice. She stopped halfway this time.
"Yes."
She said proudly and wiped her lips.
She took time to finish the drink. I chose not to poke further and we had an 'off topic' conversation after that.
 
It was only after she went back to the front office I touched my phone. There were many missed calls. Two from Desai and four from Meera. I guessed Desai would have phoned her after his call to me went unanswered.
 
I chose to dial Desai's number first.
"Hi Krish," I heard his voice soon.
"Have you landed?" I asked, without caring to exchange pleasantries.
"Yeah, I have," Desai said with a long breath. "You were too busy, what happened?"
"An important meeting. My phone was in DND mode. Have you reached the hotel, I mean your friend's hotel?"
"Yeah."
"How is it?"
"Great," I heard his slight laughter. "It was a great experience."
"What about dinner? When are you coming over?"
"Very soon. I will be there very soon, bro. I'm very excited about the dinner."
As he was talking I heard a phone ringing in his background. It sounded familiar to me. It was Meera's ring tone. It lasted a few seconds only as someone silenced it. An alarm went off in my head as I felt Desai was in the hotel suite with someone.
"Is Meera there?" I thought. But I had spoken the words too.
"Yes, she's here," Desai said with a giggle. "She's sitting in my lap."
I was stunned.
What the fuck has happened?
"What is she doing there? Where are you?" I didn't know what to ask.
There was the sound of his phone being exchanged hands. I heard Meera's voice next.
"Krish, when are you coming home?"
I felt she was panting.
"Meera, have you slept with him already?"
I couldn't shake my disappointment. I wanted her to understand how I felt.
This is betrayal.
My mind was screaming.
"What?" Meera was taken aback. "No! Why do you ask that, Krish?"
Her voice was stiff.
She is lying.
"This is not what I wanted, Meera," I said, hardly paying attention to her denial.
"What are you saying, Krish?" I heard Desai's voice. He was listening to my voice from a close distance. After all, she was sitting on his lap. He must be lying on the bed. Was she riding his cock?
"Why didn't you guys tell me you were going to meet already?"
"Krish," Meera's voice told me she was alarmed already. "I tried to tell you. I phoned you many times."
"Yeah, we tried many times, Krish," Desai said too. His voice was clear. Meera had put the phone on speaker.
"No, Desai. I feel betrayed. To be honest, that's what I feel."
There was silence from the other side for a few seconds. And then Desai spoke.
"What happened, Krish?"
"I didn't take the phone call, yes. But that doesn't give you the freedom to meet anywhere and fuck around."
"Krish, please." Meera's voice was soft.
"Don't try to pacify me, Meera." I maintained my stiff voice.
"Krish, please. It's my mistake." Desai said. "I had planned to take you both to the hotel. But you didn't take my call and Meera did. I told her I will get you along as well. I picked her up from her office but you continued to be out of reach. She was also trying to call you. That's how we went to the hotel without you. It's not her fault."
"I'm not saying that, Desai." I turned to him. "I am talking about her sleeping with you. I know I've shared my wife with you many times but they were all in my presence. I am not against you and him visiting a hotel to review its aesthetic value of it. But I am totally against the idea of you walking into a random place without my knowledge and starting to make out."
"No, we didn't make out."
Desai said.
"How can I believe you?"
"This conversation feels strange to me, Krish. You have to believe. Why would I lie?"
"Because I'm questioning you. I can hear Meera breathing."
"That's because we were just wrestling for fun. In this room, there is a bean bag. Big, but two people can't sit together. The scramble for it ended up in a little wrestling match. That's when you called. There's nothing else."
"I am sorry, Krish," Meera said in a weak voice. "I am sorry for creating this confusion. I didn't come here to be with Susheel. I know he's coming for dinner, isn't he? I was hoping you'd join us eventually. But our calls were not received and that's why this all happened. I am sorry I played a little wrestling in this room...I guess that's why you are so angry. I understand why Susheel is unable to get you; he might be thinking because we are at this level now."
"He's right, Meera. We are at this level. Maybe he's feeling there's nothing new in it. He might be looking to have it anywhere. Logically yes, there shouldn't be an issue; he was coming to our home and he was going to have it anyways. But there's a difference, baby."
"I understand the difference, Krish. Don't worry. I have it under control. I'm sorry you ended up thinking too much."
Meera's words had a drastic impact on me unlike Desai's. Desai was not getting what I was saying. But Meera understood exactly what I was trying to convey.
After all, she was right. I thought. If I had taken those calls, she wouldn't have gone with him alone.
I took a deep breath.
"I'm glad that you understand my concern. Now if you're done with reviewing the suite, please leave. I'll be waiting for you."
I said and hung up the phone.
I felt I should have dictated some kinda rules to them.
 
I had already told Nidhi that I would be leaving early in the evening. But I didn't leave early. My mood was far from what I had been anticipating since morning.
I felt I was about to be backstabbed.
My wife had gone to welcome Desai to the hotel room and was involved in a 'little wrestling' with him to claim space on a bean bag.
That's all it starts. I thought.
Half an hour later, Meera phoned me and told me they would be late by an hour than expected as Desai wants to buy a bean bag for her.
What the hell is about a beanbag? I thought in frustration. But I said it's okay.
I left my office at the usual time. Nidhi asked me if I was not leaving early. I said there was a commitment at home but it was cancelled.
When I reached home Meera and Desai were not there. I spent more than an hour waiting for them. I sat on the couch in the hall and tried to guess places Desai would have taken Meera for shopping.
I felt it was a new beginning. My wife had started seeing him without my involvement. I was no more part of this.
Is it a new beginning?
I didn't want to face that question.
 
An hour later, I heard the doorbell. I opened it and stared at Desai’s happy face. I saw Meera right behind him. I couldn't help but have a close look at her face. Perhaps I was looking for signs to ensure she wasn't in bed with him.
There was none and I smiled at them both.
"Come in, guys." I welcomed them.
Desai came forward and hugged me. I saw a guy behind Meera, holding a big package. It was the bean bag.
"What's the new craze about this?"
I wondered when the delivery guy left after placing the bean bag in the hall. With a combination of black and brown, the bean bag looked aesthetically pleasing.
"Meera loved it when she saw it in the suite. She even fought with me to sit on it."
Desai said.
"Liar," Meera said. "I just wanted to sit on it once."
"Why were you wrestling with him then?" I asked.
Meera came to me and suddenly hugged me.
"I am sorry for hurting you, Krish." She whispered. Her voice was changed.
I was stunned. But her warm hug was soothing.
"You didn't hurt me," I said and looked at her face. "I should have told you about it."
I turned to Desai. "I should have told you, that there have to be some rules. You must respect it."
"What is it?"
Desai asked.
I felt Meera's arm make a circle around me. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me too.
"I can see you guys are together now," Desai said. "Does it mean I'll have to walk out again?"
"No." I laughed a little.  "The rule is," I said, "if I have to tell you, then it is that no sex in my absence."
Desai looked confused.
"You mean to say only in your presence?"
"I mean to say only here, in this house. When I am present in the house."
"Okay," Desai smiled. "I was scared a little because Meera would have never accepted it, I mean she's not comfortable being watched."
"Yes, she's not," I said and looked at Meera.
"You guys are setting rules to share me. What is happening here, what am I doing here?"
She moved away from me and sat on the couch.
Desai too sat on the couch, right next to her.
"We need to move on. What's the plan for dinner?"
I asked.
"I have no plan to enter the kitchen tonight." Meera smiled. "That's my plan."
"I'll make the online order." I grabbed the phone.
"I need to change. I'll take a shower first." Meera said and walked to our bedroom.
I and Desai continued to sit on the couch and had a small chat. I asked about his fight and he asked about my office. Eventually, I shared the doubt that I had been carrying since evening.
"I want you to be honest with me, Desai. If I hadn't called you at the right time, would you guys have ended up having sex in the hotel suite?"
Desai smiled, "to be honest, yes."
My eyes widened at his revelation.
"Meera might not have this opinion, though." He added. "Because when I asked her to join me for the hotel visit, she was hesitant. She agreed to come only when I promised her that I was going to ask you also to come. It was supposed to be a friendly social evening. We both were trying to reach you while going to the hotel. But at the hotel, when we saw the bed and the cosy set up, I was staring at her and the bed and her. She laughed it off though, saying don't be greedy. I asked her if she was going to say no to me today. She said she had told me yes six days ago. And when we had a little fun fight for sitting on the bean bag, I thought we were going to kiss. One kiss would have got us there."
"Why would she sit in your lap?"
I asked.
"She asked me to move and I said no. I suggested she sit on my lap, asking her to tease me about how she's gonna sit on me at night. She said men are always thinking about sex, but she sat in my lap. And you know, she told me she would ride me like that. That's the moment I decided to buy the bean bag."
I looked at the bean bag.
"So you bought it to screw my wife on it," I said with a sigh. "But I wonder how you would do that. It won't be fun."
"It will be fun. I'll make sure of that."
"How?"
"You'll be able to listen to everything. I'll make the call..."
"No," I said quickly. "I don't want to listen, tonight."
He was surprised.
"Then?"
"I'll just be happy with the feeling. It's in my head. I can imagine."
I said. I didn't want him to listen to it with his permission. I was confident that I was going to listen to it because of the holes in the door. Whichever room they chose to sleep in.
"Wow." Desai nodded his head. "What if I record the sound and then send it to you later?"
"No. That's not required. I told you, it's okay. I don't need to listen to it every time. I'll watch one day though."
Desai sighed. "Okay, as you wish."
He leaned back and then got up.
"I too need a shower." He said and looked at me. "Do you mind if I join her?"
I was amused.
"Do you think she'll let you?"
"Why not?" He asked confidently. "She's gonna enjoy it."
He said and proceeded to the bedroom. He entered the room and turned to wave his hand at me and then closed the door. I wasn't expecting that. I felt Meera was still in the room. Joining her in the shower was just an excuse to join her in the room.
What would he tell her this time? I wondered. Your husband sent me here? I was sure he would say something like that.
I checked the time. It was close to nine. I felt Desai was trying to make good use of the time before dinner.
Hell. I thought. How many times does he want to bang my wife in one day?
He had already had sex with her in the hotel suite. And he's going to have her again after dinner, for the whole night. But he was still greedy.
I got up and walked over to the door. There was no sound coming.
I came back to the hall and turned off the ceiling fan. I thought a slow movement was distracting me.  I closed the door from the hall to the balcony to avoid any sound from outside. I returned to the bedroom door and tried to listen.
But there was no noise.
I even pressed my ear to the hole in the door. Still nothing.
 
Desai's phone started ringing in the room, probably lying in the bed. But it went unanswered. I was sure that Desai was not in the room.
"Do you mind if I join her?"
I remembered Desai's words.
Has he joined her in the shower?
After Thursday's car event Meera had told me that Desai's dreams were not over. Bathing together and screwing each other under the shower could be just another fantasy Desai wanted to fulfil now.
And there was nothing wrong with what they were doing now. I had given them permission to have it whenever I was present in the house.
My only disappointment was that despite having all the calculations, I was still being denied the pleasure of listening to it secretly. I could only rue my overconfidence for refusing Desai's offer to allow me to listen through phone calls.
Suddenly something came to my mind.
There was still one option. I could try to listen from the outside.
I went to the balcony from the hall. The balcony light was switched off so there was enough darkness to feel comfortable spying in my bathroom. I still leaned over the pabangt to see that my neighbour’s balcony was empty.
The ventilation window of the bathroom was as usual at a higher position. The slopped glass panes were slightly open and I knew I had a great chance to hear the sounds from inside. But the problem was that the balcony ended two feet short of the window. But I had to try. I had to take the risk.
I climbed onto the pabangt and leaned towards the water pipeline passing near the window. I placed my one foot on the pipe coupling of another pipe, probably that of drain water. 
"Look at the size; I'd like to take a photo of this."
I heard Desai's voice. My heartbeats rocketed to the peak in one instant.
There was no sound of water. They were not pretending to be taking a bath. 
My mind had started beaming with anticipation from the moment I heard his voice because I had realised that I could hear them. Then only I tried to grasp the meaning of what he was saying.
"You want to take a print and keep it in your bedroom?" It was Meera's voice.
Her voice was not as loud as Desai's. But I could make out the words she spoke clearly. I was still dying to see what they were doing.
"You are a wonder, baby. Look at it, it reaches your forehead. And it disappears into you completely. It seems you are perfect for me, for this." Desai was saying.
"You are perfect for me too."
"Then what about Krish? He has a smaller one."
"No comparison, mind you."
"Aaah... Just move your tongue over there again...mmm...aaahh... You are a goddess. I'm a devotee...."
"Haha... Stop making me laugh.... I'll lose concentration."
The gap between the sentences she spoke made me guess she was sucking his dick.
"No, seriously. I am your devotee." Desai said.
"But how is it that I'm the one worshipping you right now?"
"I'm going to show what true worship is, tonight."
"That's promising."
"Why did you say no comparison between me and Krish?"
"Because I don't want to."
"But you know that I always look to excel myself and take pride in my excellence. He's a friend... My brother... But I'm just enjoying the fact that I'm better than him when it comes to sex."
For one moment I felt glad that I was listening to this conversation. The next moment I felt jealous because my wife didn't challenge his claim.
"You can take pride but don't need to tell me."
"Are you hurt, baby?"
"No. I don't want to do things he wouldn't enjoy."
"So kneeling in front of me and shoving my dick into your throat is surely something he would enjoy."
"He would. You know that, don't you?"
"I also know that he must be jerking himself now."
"Let him do that... Just be grateful that he let you do this."
"Give some credit for me too."
I heard a giggle from Meera, "Yeah, you've seduced me. Happy?"
"Mmm... Your lips have become so soft. I'm going to eat it."
"Mmm.... I'll give you chance after this."
"I want you to sit on my face and feed me like you did the other day."
"On the bean bag?"
"That will come later. After dinner."
"Let's go over there, Susheel."
Meera was inviting Desai to the room. She was making no pretence of being passive. 
"The bed and bean bag are for later... after dinner... I won't let you sleep. Oh, your tits..."
Desai's words had become a mumble. I thought I didn't hear something he said. I was itching to see what they were doing. I looked down. Below my feat was the parking floor, two storeys down.
But I had to take the risk. I carefully placed my both feed on the pipe coupling. I placed my left hand on the lower edge of the window and the right around the water pipe. Then slowly I pulled my body up. The pipe was wet in parts and I knew it was dangerous. But no amount of fear would dissuade me from witnessing a moment of absolute intimacy between my wife and her lover.
I pulled myself up more than a foot from the clamp and quietly brought my face above the lower edge of the window. 
My breathing had stopped even before I saw Desai's head. I pulled myself up a little more. Now I saw them both. They were kissing!
They were standing face to face, completely naked and they were kissing non-stop. Desai's hands were at her sides and Meera's hand was, well, her right hand was on his dick. She was holding it and slowly turning her palm around her. She was just pleasuring him with a gentle massage. His mouth was attached to Desai's, and I saw their tongue invading each other's mouths. Desai was bending forward to bring his face to the same level as Meera, compensating for the disparity in the size of their bodies.
The kiss only grew intense even as Desai bent forward further, and started kissing my wife's neck. He then moved his open mouth and tongue up to her mouth, sweeping her chin area with his tongue. It was gross but insanely arousing to watch. Desai let her breathe after the kiss.
"Lick me now." I heard him whispering.
Meera licked across his mouth.
"More, all over me." He said again.
This time Meera stuck her tongue out and licked his entire face. I watched in awe and even more envy as her long tongue drenched his face in saliva. Meera's tongue wandered all over his face and finally found his mouth. He consumed her tongue with increased lust.
I felt my body weight increase. It was probably my dick that was gaining weight. My hand was losing strength with each passing moment but I didn't want to stop looking.
"I can't have enough of your tongue, baby." Desai was saying. They spent a moment looking at each other as if waiting for each other's next move. Meera was the first one to move, as she shifted her eyes to his chest. She ran her left hand over it, her right one still on his dick, and brought her lips to his broad chest. She brought her mouth to his nipple and sucked it lightly. Her hand was running all over his chest as if admiring his muscular body.
I felt I should take a break to gain some strength. But Meera's next words made me skip my need.
"Take me, Susheel... please."
I gathered all my body strength onto my arms and kept watching. Desai turned Meera around to face the washbasin. They were looking at each other through the mirror now. Desai placed his hands on her shoulder and slowly pushed, and Meera readily bent forward, over the table-mounted washbasin. She first grabbed onto the edge of the ceramic basin, before lowering her body further down and placing her palms on the marble table on either side of the basin. I noticed her firm breasts hanging freely just over the washbasin. Desai stood very behind her, and I saw his dick, having attained the strength to stand parallel to the floor. I couldn't help but marvel at the size and the strangely thick middle portion of it, with the never ending anticipation of the truth that I was going to witness the sight of my wife's coveted pussy getting invaded by all of it. Desai placed his arms at her shoulders again and then slowly ran them down along the back of her torso, making Meera bend further down, in a completely submissive body language.
"Oh, my Meera." Desai gasped with his eyes on her ass. "The pleasure of seeing this is not going to end in one lifetime."
His hands had reached her almost non-existent love handles.
Meera looked up and smiled at him through the mirror.
"Well, you only have a lifetime."
She quipped and lowered her head again.
"Mmm...huhh…"
Desai nodded and moved forward. He put his right palm under his dick and slowly brought it between her ass cheeks. I feared he was going to shove it into her ass hole. If he did that, I was sure Meera's cries were going to be heard outside, even inviting the attention of my neighbours. If they came to see what was happening, there was every possibility that they would see me hanging from the ventilation window.
However, before I could worry too much I saw Desai bending his knees to lower his hips. He was bringing the head of his shaft to the entrance of her pussy. And making me stop blinking, he pushed it slowly. I saw the round head of his dick disappearing between them. From where I was looking I could not see where it was moving in but I just knew it. I thought Meera let out a soft moan. And Desai paused.
"Look at me, my love." He said with his eyes fixed on Meera through the mirror. Meera's head was down with the anticipation of a pleasure invasion. She looked at him quickly.
"I want to see you, baby." Desai went on. "This moment never tires me. I want to watch you fall in love with this moment, with this." He said and pushed in all the way!
I watched Meera's face almost beginning to change into a cry. I could even see her eyebrows drawing together, merely with the anticipation of the feel of his monster being pushed into her. And the moment Desai shoved it all the way in, I saw her lips forming a circle and letting out a loud moan.
"Huhhh!!"
That was the moment I saw my wife falling in love with his body. It was chilling.
Suddenly I felt wetness seeping between my palm and the water pipe I was holding. Before I could locate the source of the water flow and figure out how it was loosening my grip, my hand began to slide down the pipe. I tried to land my right foot on the pipe coupling, desperately, to avoid falling. But the coupling was not where I thought it would be. With that, my body weight became too much for my left arm to support alone, and I lost my grip on the window ledge in an instant.
Before I could realise what was happening, I had fallen.
I fell on the interlocking tiled floor of the ground floor parking lot. I heard something snap as the back of my leg hit a cement pot with a dried plant in it. I could not make out if it was my bone that broke or the flower pot. My body just felt like it was broken into many pieces. The pain was beginning to spread through my body.
Before I realized what had happened and could seek help from anyone, I blacked out and lost consciousness.

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[chutdriller]

Thank you krish for this update.... as usual brilliant update. I am still trying to accept and digest what all happened in this update...... this update had good bad and ugly factors in it...... the update gave us different faces of Krish, Meera and most important Desai's face....want to first digest the update and then will comment on it.....

[qazmlp]

Great going Krish!!! Am I the first to comment on this much anticipated update?? Thats a sign of how hot your story has been and how much we anticipate each and every moment of your build up.
Thanks for a fantastic update!!

[qazmlp]

Thank you krish for this update.... as usual brilliant update. I am still trying to accept and digest what all happened in this update...... this update had good bad and ugly factors in it......  the update gave us different faces of Krish, Meera and most important Desai's face....want to first digest the update and then will comment on it.....

Yeahhh,... To take in the changes in this update is gonna take time. 
The ending has me seriously worried, I hope its no grave injury of concern.

[Paul5]

All departments on readers hw they reaction after waiting so many days

[Paul5]

I think may be i am not capable to do any comments

[Vikadakavi]

Oh no.. No.... I don't wanted to see krish is becoming handicapped or bedridden. Already he is loosing his family and now if he bedridden Or handicapped, he can not match with desai. As desai have ill intention, I don't wanted krish to be handicapped. Hope he will survive with some fracture

[abhinay67]

It seems meera had already cheated behind Krishs back at the hotel .

[The Last samurai]

Thank you for the update Krish somehow I knew the update would come yesterday night.
Coming to the update not much to discuss as usual start - peak - twist and disappointing in end. Except previous update this is common in all updates. Had many things in mind , taught of giving long comment feedback, but story doesn't intrest that much now, don't know why may be due to recent developments.
Ok finally story came to end with Krish death ha ha ha. Now Desai will mary Meera and live happily ever after. Don't make him handicap or bedridden, can't read story in that condition. May be minor factures ok. Don't know where u want to take this story from here. Most of the time when u take long time to update , there is some devastation at end. I found technique to read ur story. I read last paragraph first, u know wat is disappoint first, than start from beginning. This will reduce the disappointment level.
Anyways all the best, hope u keep krish healthy and story come to some good ending after pending 6 updates. Not much in story I guess because from beginning reader wanted to see Desai fuck Meera with Krish witnessing true side of her (at her sexual peak with Desai ) but that will never come may be. One thing sure whatever is there between Meera and Desai, it's not love for sure from Meera side. Most of the time she is in control , end whatever is going on , she can come to original condition and live with Krish normal life even in absence of Desai. It's only Krish who cannot switch over and come to normal life easily. Story has lost its original charm, now will see what it has to give in upcoming updates. End it soon because it's getting bored everytime waiting and getting disappointing update. All of above were my personal opinion, may be others have their own way of thinking. Ok see u in next update , not much hunger left to read this story now.

[Ro.hitbig]

The ending is expected,  this would only make grow meeras affection towards desai more as he would be doing everything to impress her by arranging everything for krish. The longer the recovery the more attachment grows between them. 

Waiting to see whether there would be a crack in krish heart too sooner or desai.

The intensity in the characters has lost krish. Just like the story which appears every weekend desai too appear and rest is common. Bond between the couple is not having much part in the update which is why it is not interesting

[andrewand1]

Hey Krish its the best story i had ever read .Its just that everyone does imagine how does each character look.But i want you too share how krish,desai,meera ,Maithrei look.Please do share some pics as reference to them.

[Givemeextra]

Excellent update.....
Even without describing the full sex, just that way it was written was enough to make one's imagination go wild.


With they in bathroom and Krish fallen down/broken his leg, surely they wont know what pain he is going through.
They would just be enjoying to the limit.  Wow, Just Wow.....Guess we readers/Krish will have to wait to hear the action later from meera/desai..


Thanks for the update. Never stop writing Ever:

[themaskeditor]

Thanks krish for another great chapter.

your writing skills are above par. Thanks again and keep up the awesome work.

[fasterboy]

So next chapter to testify meera behavior aginst bedded krish, desai true color.

[Tarun_Vjv]

Ohh no!! Poor Krish. Don’t take him off the equation dude. Dayumn!

[Givemeextra]

someone is going to see krish down and help him out

they are going to ring the house bell. But they will only hear the sex noises

Now everyone will know about the secret.

[johhhhhnySINS]

So, Krish is going to become like the husband of Swati of the story "Swati's life with paralyzed husband?" Greatly waiting for the next update to see how the events going to unfold.

[Gilmalover]

Awesome, with this either krish becomes impotent or die and help meera live with Desai happily.