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

[masud93]

page 104,,,,!!! no sign for update

[masud93]

aaj raat bhi gaya

[hero123p]

You have set it nicely Krish, specially in last two lines. Two love birds in home while husband is little paralyzed. It would not remain only to sex but more than that and definitely the biggest mistake of Krish. Krish already feel himself as slaved to Desai and sooner both husband/wife will become slave to Desai. Once Desai takes complete control, he will definitely have his own plans, Maybe like sharing Meera with friends, Using her for business benefits.

On part-1,2, Krish generally wins his battle and give a fitting reply but here I think its difficult for him. Desai is almost immune to any emotional punishment, he has no attachments. At max Krish can ruin his business empire but can't do anything emotionally.

The story doesn't seem like going toward end. Krish told somewhere "He has made the biggest mistake by allowing Desai and Meera". Till now I don't see any mistake, he is enjoying it thoroughly. Sooner I believe he will have his tough time, then Meera's exploitation and realization. Seems like we are easily 8-10 episodes far from the end. Don't say me you will give it a sudden end (like accident of Desai etc). In my view, your stories generally rush in end (No one dies a saint, and lots of very powerful characters fall like dry leaves).

Don't say me Desai is another cuck? Is he? Oh Meera, your luck (not again).

[Sankamithira]

Nice updates

[Gumshot]

Nice updates

Where is update bullshit

[Paty@123]

Where is the update krish saheb, happ diwali

[prashanthi]

Waiting for a update with lot of fireworks.. please update

[masud93]

নাহ! আর ভালো লাগছে না,,,

[Katrina666]

Any diwali updates

[The Last samurai]

When can you pols the update Krish plz clarify will it take one more week

[samss400]

All readers including me waiting for Diwali dhamaka update. Roaming the thread in regular intervals for update but no nothing new. Already page 103 crossed to 104 but writer keep silent. Hope for grant update.

We all thirsty for update.

[fasterboy]

Hey Krish, you always tease us like girlfriend does always broke promise twice.

Happy Deepawali

[veeravaibhav]

Any man will have some self esteem when it comes to personal or professional life. Krish is shameless on both sides. Even a small child can manipulate him and cheat him. Meera and Susheel doing it like a cake walk.

[Vikadakavi]

Happy Diwali to Krish and all the readers of this story

[Paty@123]

Update sir

[krish_999]

Chapter 38

 
I was left aroused by Desai's detailed narration about his previous romantic experience with Meera. I lay on my bed, trying hard not to resort to shagging. I would have done it, if not for the pain that was still there in my left wrist. The right hand was plastered and hence far from an option.
The only thing I could do was to look down at my erection which was now pretty visible.
I was sure Desai too would have noticed it. Just like I had noticed his erection too. I felt angry at him for leaving me like this. But at the same time, the thought that he too would have become a walking rock when he left the house brought a sense of equality to me. I tried to find solace in it.
The sight of my wife opening her mouth and crying a little as Desai's dick entered her pussy in the bathroom was suddenly back in my vivid memory. No matter how much I wanted to forget the helplessness it induced in me, there was no way I could erase the memory. Each time Desai's lovemaking session with my wife was narrated to me, my imagination was based on what I heard. But this time I had seen it. I had seen a glimpse of how my wife had been welcoming him into her pussy. The visuals of my wife bending over the washbasin while Desai shoved his meat deep into her felt so real in my mind, and the waves of pleasure Meera endured by it turned me insanely jealous. He was gifting her an orgasm that he had promised to give her a week ago, while I was lying unconscious in an ambulance.
Even though I had to suffer a lot of pain, I was glad that my fall had denied him the ultimate pleasure of filling Meera's pussy with his cum. It again put me with a sense of equality.
 
There was something that Desai had told me. That watching how much Meera loved me would only help his desperation rise.
 
I could not stop thinking about the next time Desai have it with her. It could be in the bathroom, kitchen, balcony, living room, dining hall, or anywhere else. And I believed that when that would happen when Meera would scream loud, I would be able to hear it from my bed.
 
I heard the front door opening. My caretaker had arrived. She greeted me and asked about my well-being. I was in a tough spot as the bulge on my crotch was quite visible. With her standing in front of me, I did not dare to move my hand to hide it.
I asked her to fetch some warm water, as the water kept near the bed had become cold. When she went to the kitchen, I eased my clothes to hide my erection.
 
The day felt very boring to me. The only person who visited me was my caretaker. She came and went at the decided intervals.
When Meera returned from work I told her how much I missed her.
I grabbed her hand and asked her to sit with me.
I wanted her to kiss me.
"No, baby," she refused. "You need rest."
As if lying in bed for a whole day didn't amount to resting.
 
Meera didn't go to the gym in the evening. Instead, she spent the time chatting with me. We talked about her office and other things. Many people had enquired about me.
"Did anyone ask anything about Desai?"
I wondered.
She smiled without answering.
"When did he leave in the morning?" She asked.
"He left soon after you left," I said and paused a moment to ponder discussing him.
"About that promise you've made to me...were you serious about it? I mean, are you going to keep it?"
Meera gave me a look, amused.
"Why do you say that?"
I smiled.
"Because he's not gonna be here forever. He will go..."
"Stop teasing me, okay?" Meera said. "Once I've told you, and him too, that I wouldn't be with him until unless you've recovered from this fully, I meant to keep that word. This is no time to play our fantasies. You are my priority, mister. Try to understand that."
I shook my head. 
She went on, "stop thinking about sex for now. Stop being naughty for at least now, because the calmer your stay, the dinner you'll be able to walk on your feet again."
 
 
When Desai returned, he brought a wheelchair for me. He got it delivered to my house.
But Meera said it was a bad choice.
"Krish needs rest now, Susheel, before trying to be moving around in a wheelchair." She said. 
"I thought Krish could use it when he thinks he's confident about his progress."
Desai said.
Meera laughed a little.
"My husband is stupidly creative. He climbed a wall on a plastic pipe to see me taking a bath with you. Now if you keep this wheelchair in his room, he would be trying to come out of his room to see what we are doing at night. I can't risk that."
Desai was convinced. I wanted to ask her if she had taken just a bath with him. But I kept mum.
And Meera moved the wheelchair to her room.
 
  
From the day of my return, Meera started bringing the food to my room. She put a centre table and two dining chairs next to my bed, for her and Desai. We had breakfast and dinner together. Moving the casseroles, bowls, plates and jars to the room and back to the kitchen was a tiresome task but she insisted that she won't let me feel lonely. Her intent was appreciable. But soon Desai stepped in to help her. He helped carry the food to the room and empty plates back to the kitchen with her. He said he never had to do these tasks but now he's more than willing to do them.
I wanted to stop him but Meera said Desai was welcome to help her in the kitchen. Desai too sided with her, saying they are equals as both were working professionals who had limited time at home.
On Friday night, we were having dinner together when Desai expressed his amazement about Meera's culinary skills.
"I have got great food whenever I visited you but most of them were restaurant food. I have got home-cooked food too, though rarely. They were great too. But I never thought you could do it every day. I have learnt it from the last few days; you have great cooking skills, Meera."
He said.
Meera thanked him with a smile.
"What about you? What can you cook?"
I asked Desai.
"I can barely imagine myself making a coffee. I'm sure I'll fuck that up too."
Meera laughed.
"It's not as hard as you make it to be."
"I would love to learn something about cooking but I don't know even the basic things. How do you know the exact amount of substance you need? You put something extra, salt for example, and you fuck up everything, don't you? There is no undo button in cooking."
"It's not that tough, Susheel," Meera said. "Cooking is like speaking or writing where you make a sentence with meaning. If you have something to speak, you have tens of ways to say it. You can use different words and phrases, and of course grammar too. In cooking the grains or vegetable pieces are like words in a sentence. The other ingredients are like grammar. If you know what flavour each ingredient gives, then you can easily make different dishes with the same ingredients. Just like making different sentences with the same set of words."
"It's so easy when you say it."
"You can join me in the morning when I make breakfast. Tomorrow I'm making potato paratha."
Meera said.
 
The next morning, Meera and Desai worked together in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The door in my room was open and I could hear them laughing.
"No... not like that... let me show you."
Meera was giving instructions.
"What are you doing? Try to be gentle, Susheel. It's just a potato, not a live chicken."
"They are too soft..."
Desai's voice.
"It's soft when it's boiled. But your hands are too strong for poor potatoes. Spare your muscles for something else, I tell you."
"Like this, right?"
"Mmm... good. See, you can be soft. Now, keep doing it slowly. If you find hardness inside it, then remove it. Otherwise, it'll ruin the paratha."
"Can I use my both hands?"
"Yeah, you can throw your whole body into that bowl." Meera was laughing.
"Come on, you are not helping. Look at my fingers. It's a mess."
"Now you know why it's sometimes called a mess."
"Good joke, good joke. Ha ha ha."
I could hear them teasing each other and laughing together. Even though I could not make out what exactly they were doing, hearing them talk made me feel like they were doing it in front of my eyes.
Desai had become a member of my family.
 
 
We were having breakfast when Parvati visited. I had given her my residential address when she came to visit me in the hospital.
Both Meera and Desai were not familiar with her. I introduced her as Sadashiv's wife to Meera, and as Nidhi's mother to Desai.
Parvati apologised for interrupting us during breakfast. Meera was quick to invite Parvati to join us for breakfast. She looked at Desai suggestively and he volunteered to pull another chair from the dining hall for Parvati.
Parvati was wearing a light blue saree. She looked more energetic than when I saw her at the hospital.
"My family is a small and poor one which was helped by Krish sir at every juncture. I was saddened by his accident. Even worse was that I could not even meet him when I learnt about it." She told Desai.
After breakfast, Parvati sat with me for half an hour. I asked her to visit her again.
"I'll be alone in this big house from Monday when both of them start going to work."
I said. Parvati said she would visit again and left soon.
 
There were many more visitors at the weekend. From the neighbourhoods, offices, and our social circles. When a fifty-plus guy from our neighbourhood asked Meera not to hesitate while seeking any help from him, I felt he was trying to find an opportunity to get close to her. I got that hunch when I noticed the way he was not taking his eyes off her. It was evident that he was interested in talking to her only.
"I think it won't be needed," I said. "She's doing well already."
Meera nodded in agreement.
"I've got enough help already. Thank you." She said.
"Yeah, I've noticed your friend with long hair. Good to have such a guy. He is staying with you here, right? It's good to have someone to help you even in the absence of your husband."
The undertone in his voice made Meera stare at him for a moment.
"He's not someone. He's family."
She said.
Even though her reply ended the conversation, I later wondered why Meera chose to mention Desai as 'family'. It was another occasion when I felt Desai's stature had been elevated during those days.
 
As promised, Parvati visited again on Monday.
Meera had left earlier in the morning and Desai left half an hour later, at his usual time. Since it was difficult for me to answer the door to every visitor, Meera had stuck a note on the front door saying 'Visitors to contact on phone number first'. Meera had told me to discourage all visitors unless it's very important.
Shortly after Desai's departure, I received Parvati's phone call and she said she was at the door.
"I'll have to get up from my bed to answer the door. Wait, I'm coming."
I said. The door had a biometric security system.
"I think I can open it if you share the password with me." She suggested.
"Password alone can't work, Parvati. You'll need fingerprint access to open it from outside." I said.
I gathered my strength to leave my bed myself and grabbed the crutches. But it was tough to walk even with the help of crutches as I was unable to use my right hand and right leg. The inability to use my right hand especially made me walk one step and then move both crutches with my left hand. It took me close to ten minutes to reach the door.
"Oh, god!" I said with a deep breath when I opened the door and greeted Parvati. "Finally I made it."
I was panting, trying to put my whole body weight on the crutches, holding them under my armpits.
"Oh my god." Parvati was stunned to see my struggle. "I should have visited a bit earlier before your wife left, shouldn't I?"
I smiled.
"But it's okay. I was waiting for a reason to get me out of bed. I'm good. The injury is on the same side. That's why it's so tough even with crutches." I explained. "It would have been a lot better if the injury was on opposite sides."
"But we can't make a wish during accidents, right? We have to take it."
Parvati said as she got in and closed the door.
As I started walking back, Parvati asked me to keep the crutches aside. "You can hold on to me instead."
She quickly kept aside the carry bag she was holding in her hand and moved closer to hold me.
I looked at her gratefully and put my left hand on her shoulder and held her close. As we started walking to my room without the help of crutches, I leaned closer to her and clasped my hands around her neck. I could feel the warmth of her skin on my wrist. Parvati's grip around me became tight also. I stopped at the door of my room for a moment and breathed into her face.
"I've been lying in bed for many days. It feels like all my energy has drained." I said.
"Don't worry, I got you."
Parvati said.
"I know. You are a strong woman. I can feel it."
I said before we started walking again. As we crossed the door our bodies became closer and our grip on each other became stronger. Finally, when we made it to my bed I sat on it slowly and thanked her.
But I was surprised to see tears in Parvati's eyes.
"What happened?" I asked.
Parvati quickly wiped her eyes.
"It's nothing, Krish. Forget it." She smiled. Her smile made me breathe easy.
The struggling walk had left wrinkles on her saree. She was wearing a green saree with a red blouse. She noticed where I was looking.
"I spoiled your saree," I said quickly. She looked down and smiled.
"It's alright." She said and suddenly acted like remembering something. She went out and returned with the carry bag she had kept near the door. It was fruits. I told her I already had enough fruits in the fridge.
"So you are not going to take it from me?" She asked.
I laughed and leaned backwards on the raised pillow.
"No. I will take anything you give me." I said.
"Which one?" She asked, gesturing at the fruits in the carry bag. I chose orange.
She grabbed a plate from the side table and sat on the edge of my bed. Having kept the carry bag on the chair, she started peeling the orange and placed its slices into the plate. As she sat with her back to me, I could see her breasts under the saree flare. I could also see the folds of her belly. As she finished peeling the first orange and she leaned forward to take another from the bag, and I couldn't take my eyes off what she was exposing inadvertently. I soon felt my body becoming warm.
"A visitor like you would heal any injury."
I said while eating the orange, trying not to concentrate on the unease I was feeling between my legs.
Parvati smiled, "You know I came to see you and make you feel better. But you have made me feel better."
"What did I do?"
I wondered.
"I don't know. Perhaps the walk, and a chance to help you walk... I think that walk was an ice-breaking moment for us."
I smiled.
"There is no need to break the ice between us. We are the same kinda people. I am enjoying this... being fed by you."
Parvati turned to look into my eyes and then slowly fed one orange slice directly into my mouth.
"This is why you make me feel better, Krish."
As she turned toward me I feared she would notice the growing bulge between my legs. I tried to pull the blanket over my legs and ended up inviting Parvati's eyes to my crotch. As she fed another orange slice into my mouth, she was smiling.
"Nowadays it's like that...almost always," I said like a petty thief caught in the act. But I knew my embarrassment meant nothing to me as I have lived such moments plenty of times in the past.
"Why is that so?"
Parvati asked.
"Mmm..." I hesitated a moment before speaking. "Perhaps I'm missing my wife too badly."
"But she's here only, isn't he? Where is she sleeping in the night?"
"Not in this room."
My reply made her stare at me in wonder.
"She's sleeping in the other room because she fears I would hurt myself if she sleeps with me."
Parvati laughed aloud this time.
I went on, "but don't think I am desperate for anything. It's just that...maybe it's like that because you are sitting here."
Parvati was amused by my confession. "How is that?" A subtle amount of shyness was making her smile beautiful now.
"Maybe because of the unexpected body touch we had a few minutes ago. My body wasn't ready for a such adventure...I guess."
"Oh," she laughed. "I thought you were going to say you had found me attractive."
"You are, obviously. That's why this spark, this happening."
Parvati kept laughing. But the shyness was increasing. She was dragging herself out of her comfort zone but I could see she was enjoying it.
"I'm not young enough to cause any spark."
She said.
"I don't know how old you are," I said. "My limbs are broken, but my eyes are still perfect. You look young and attractive to me."
"But you are not thinking about me. Are you?"
"You can see how I'm being held captive by your eyes, Parvati. You are not giving me no chance to think about anything else."
"You are skilled... in using flattery."
"I didn't know it was flattery. It came naturally to me."
Parvati looked away and down. She was still smiling. My eyes descended to her breasts and belly folds for a fraction of a second before I controlled my eyes.
"What about you? What do you think about me?" I asked.
Parvati looked at me.
"No, I don't want to tell."
"Come on."
"I don't want to tempt you."
"You can relate to my situation. For me, it's just a couple of days before I get back to Meera."
"Not just a couple of days." Parvati shook her head sideways. "It's gonna take you one month before you can move your leg and get some action with her."
"You are freaking me out with this foretelling."
Parvati's smile returned to her lips and she moved a little closer to me, turning slightly toward me. The breasts were slightly more covered by the saree but her belly fold became more visible to me.
"You know," she began to speak without looking me in the eyes. "In the second year of my marriage, my husband was met with an accident. He was bedridden for many weeks. And in those days he too was desperate for some fun, after the initial pain reduced."
"So how did you help him?"
I asked.
Parvati laughed a little and shook her head again. "No, I can't tell you that."
"You are not leaving this room without telling me," I warned with a smile.
"Okay, I wouldn't mind that."
Parvati retorted.
"Come on, tell me."
I insisted again.
Parvati looked at the door before deciding to say another word.
"With my hand," Parvati said shyly, without looking at me.
I was stunned. Not because of what she revealed but because she chose to reveal it. I just stared at her, until she turned her eyes to me.
I lowered my eyes to her hand.
"This hand," I said.
"Yes."
"And he must have loved it."
Parvati's face was down with embarrassment now. I could see she was regretting that she told me but I could also see a part of her being thrilled at it. I was loving her body language more than anything else. As if she was transported to a world she didn't know and didn't want to exit.
"Yes, he loved it. And the aftermath was that he became obsessed with my hand that he wanted me to do it even after he healed." She said.
"Then your hand must be so good."
I said quickly.
"I guess so."
"Can I see it?"
"What?" She looked at me. Our eyes were meeting after a gap and it felt special.
"Your hand. I want to see it." I said slowly.
"No. You are making me shy."
"Don't be embarrassed."
I said and forwarded my left arm to her. Parvati hesitated again, but then placed her palm over my hand. I held it and ran my fingers through it. Parvati gasped as if I were touching the most intimate part of her body. The inside of her palm was not soft like Meera's. It was slightly rough, probably because of the daily chores at her house. But still, there was a sense of sexuality in it, which I felt extremely intoxicating.
"It's kinda lost its softness. I guess you've put your heart into the work. I can see why he was obsessed with this."
"You are telling me this only to see what I would say," Parvati said. She kept smiling in embarrassment but didn't pull her palm away.
"I don't know if I'm doing it right. But I can't stop thinking about it."
I said.
"Stop thinking."
"I think you should leave. My little thing in there is aching already."
Parvati giggled. "Little thing?" She asked.
"I mean, It's not much size, compared to others."
My words made her look at my crotch. She saw the bulge and I felt I would leak inside any moment. I wanted her to keep looking at my erection until I exploded in my pants.
"I can see it's not true."
Parvati said. Her voice was very low now.
"How many have you seen?"
I asked.
"I have seen my husband's. He never looked this size."
"I'll take it as a compliment. But I will be better if you leave now." I said with a smile, confident that she would read my mind to know what I meant was exactly the opposite.
"I came to give you company for some time. We can just find some other topic to talk about."
She said.
"Yeah, that will do." I shook my head. Parvati slowly pulled her hand back.
As she gathered the orange peels on the plate and leaned forward to grab the carry bag, I chose not to look at her breasts and belly folds. But those visuals that I had etched in my mind were not going to fade away easily.
"You have a kind heart. I am grateful to God that I met you in my life, no matter under what circumstances.  I feel happy when you are around." I said when she returned after keeping the fruits in the kitchen. This time she sat on the chair.
"I am happy too."
She said.
We kept smiling at each other. For once I wanted to invite her to lie down with me. I wanted to hug her tight and feel the warmth of her body.
 
When she began to leave, I said I would give her access to open the door with the fingerprint. But for that, I would have to take the pain of walking to and from the front door.
"It's okay, Krish," Parvati said. "I wouldn't mind helping you out next time too. It would be better if you stay in bed and rest for now."
Parvati left soon. But I could not get over the warm feeling even after an hour. Her shy smile and shining eyes remained alive in front of my eyes. The feel of her giggles never felt leaving the room. I knew nothing was going to happen between me and her, but the root cause of all those warm feelings was based on the fact that I knew she was heavily attracted to me. And I loved to acknowledge it.
 
Desai was visiting Vickey Security Services every day. After a few days, On Thursday, he went to Mumbai and spent a night there. He returned in the morning. Meera had left for the office already.
He told me about his Mumbai trip. His visit was fruitful as it marked the starting of many works toward setting up his new business there.
At Vickey Security Services too, he had already made a couple of new deals in the week.
"Perhaps we'll have to hire a few more guys." He told me. "But it's very easy because you have set up a system for that. I only need to give a newspaper ad quoting the requirements. Training and moulding them into soldiers with some attitude is going to work like a charm. Wonderful job, Krish."
I asked him what he liked the most in my office that he would love to copy in his Mumbai office.
“What I like the most about your office...” He said. "It's the moment when I sit in your chair. You've set up your office in such a way that you truly feel like a boss, even though there is no one to report to you early in the morning like I am used to in all my offices. There's a sense of calmness associated with it because you know you can do anything. Nobody is going to make you preoccupied; no one's going to bite into your time. The system is running so smoothly. I'm going to have the same setup in Mumbai.”
I felt great.
Desai was going to leave for the office.
"You should have gone to the office directly," I said.
"I wanted to meet you guys first." Desai smiled. "It's just a day but I missed being with you guys, having dinner and breakfast with you... it feels like a family."
"Then you should have come a little earlier. You missed meeting Meera." I smiled.
"You know yesterday I had a dream about her. It's a little naughty type."
"Was it about Meera?"
I asked.
He nodded.
"I was in bed with her. You know what I would have been doing with her."
"I know." I smiled. My body was becoming familiarly warm.
"The pose was like, she was lying on the bed sideways and her thighs forwarded. I was kneeling with my thighs spread apart behind her. It was strange to have this pose in my dream because we have never tried this pose. I felt so good as I pressed my left hand on her thigh and slowly pushed my stuff inside her. But what was even weirder and more surprising was when I lifted her leg and moved it between her legs and made her face me. I had positioned myself between her legs, and she was smiling at me when I pushed again into her. Suddenly I felt like I was not me. I was you!"
Desai's eyes shone as he revealed and he went on. "I had become you, Krish. Meera was looking at her husband and enjoying every moment of great sex with you."
"That was surprising."
I said.
"When I woke up and realised what I was dreaming I couldn't help but wonder why I had such a dream. It was great though."
"Why do you think you had such a dream?"
I asked.
"Perhaps I'm getting thrilled by how you are going to have it with Meera, once this is over." He gestured at my plastered leg as he spoke. "If she was sleeping with you, irrespective of having sex or not, maybe it would have looked normal. But Meera is making the thought special, with her stubborn promises."
"She's making it tough as well with her stubborn promise, isn't she?"
"You know that."
"What did you do after the dream? Did you fantasise about her?"
"I have fantasies about her. But I didn't shag. You know I'm saving it all for her; for the day she comes back to my bed."
Desai looked me in the eyes when he said that. His eyes were shining like anything.
"She will come back to me one day, won't she?"
He asked.
"She will."
"Recover soon for that," Desai got up from the chair. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, together."
He left soon, having reopened a bundle of wild fantasies. In all of them, I saw Meera screaming with pleasure.
 
On Sunday morning, Meera wanted to visit the temple. She was surprised when Desai offered to accompany her.
"You are not really a religious person, are you?" She asked. "I've heard you prefer the office to the temple."
"Not when I'm walking with a goddess." Desai quipped.
Meera made a face at him.
"Same old flattery. Out-dated!"
When Meera returned to my room wearing a saree, ready to leave for the temple, she told me Desai was going with her. I responded happily but as soon as they left I started feeling jealous. I knew it was just a temple visit but I was witnessing something new happening between Desai and my wife. A bond that didn't have anything to do with sex.
 
Luckily after a few minutes, Nidhi phoned me. She was planning to visit me.
But I said no.
"Meera is not here, Nidhi. I'd find it tough to answer the door myself. Can you visit two hours later? Meera would be home by then."
Even though I was saying Meera would be home in two hours, the truth was that I wasn't sure about it.
"I'm afraid I have another commitment at noon, Krish sir," Nidhi said. "I'll find another day to visit."
I suggested she visit the next day.
"I have work," she laughed. "Have you forgotten?"
I laughed too.
"I haven't forgotten, dear. But why don't you ask your new boss to spare you a few hours? Tell him that you want to visit me."
I suggested. Nidhi agreed that she would try.
Our conversation lasted one hour, and it helped me forget about Meera and Desai for a while.
 
Meera and Desai took close to three hours before they returned. I asked Desai about their first day-time date.
Desai laughed.
"I'm not sure I can call it a date. Because she was talking only about you. There was nothing about me."
I felt glad for a moment only to doubt him the next. I knew he could be lying.
Meera and he had in fact gone shopping after the temple visit. "On his insistence," Meera would tell me later.
 
That evening Piyush visited. Meera was home but Desai had gone somewhere. I felt it was good because I didn't want Piyush to know that Desai was staying with us. The last time when I had met him - on his wedding anniversary at Nagpur - I had told him about having learnt to keep Desai away from my personal life.
Piyush sat on the chair near my bed and we had a long chat. He began with an apology for not visiting me earlier.
"I was on a family tour to Kashmir, Krish. I didn't know."
He said.
I said it was okay.
"I'm quite happy about your visit. I had thought about telling you about this. But Desai had told me about your trip."
I said and quickly regretted dragging Desai's name into the conversation.
"You are still in touch with him?"
I noticed him looking around as he asked as if he was making sure Meera wasn't standing there.
Meera was in the kitchen, making coffee or something.
"He is..." I cleared my throat. "He was very helpful. He's in here only, since the accident."
"Is he still in Pune?" Piyush looked surprised. I was sure he would be stunned if I told him the truth. I was not sure how to tell him that Desai was staying with us. If I told him that Desai was given a room in my house to sleep in, I knew he would imagine the rest based on his knowledge from the past.
However, as I was struggling to find a way to deal with Piyush's curiosity, I heard the door of my room opening. And there stood Desai.
"Hey! What a surprise!" Desai shouted and rushed in to hug Piyush. "When did this happen?"
"What?" Piyush laughed, returning the hug. "The accident?"
Desai laughed.
 
When Meera walked in, she had four cups of coffee on the tray in her hand.
"You knew he would come?"
Piyush asked.
"Who?" Meera looked at him in surprise. "He's part of the family."
Piyush had taken the coffee cup in his hand but Meera's reply made him stop his body movements all at once. Meera read his surprise and turned to me.
"Krish, you didn't tell him?"
I was at loss for words.
"I've been here with Krish and Meera, Piyush," Desai revealed, "since the accident."
"Oh, I see." Piyush nodded understandably, but the pace he was shaking his head made it obvious that he was struggling to believe what he had heard.
And I was struggling to look him in the eyes.
"Luckily he was with us when Krish fell," Meera said. "He has been helpful to us more than anyone else. There is no word to thank him, to be honest."
Her innocent revelation only helped my embarrassment to mount.
 
All of them settled around my bed over a friendly conversation while having tea. Piyush was behaving pretty normally and I slowly began to get over the shame.
After the coffee Meera went to the kitchen and Desai excused himself to his room promising that he would return soon, Piyush found an opportunity to talk to me in private.
"You told me you had disassociated yourself from Desai, Krish."
He said.
"I tried, Piyush," I said. "But it didn't work out. We were professionally together, I mean the company I manage belongs to him. But now he's staying here with us only to help. There's nothing else. Meera is right. Without his help, we would have found it very tough."
Piyush smiled.
"You don't have to assure me of anything, Krish. I know you and Meera as a couple. It's your life. I do believe that you guys are happy with each other. I'm sure you'd stay so in future too."
Piyush's willingness to believe what I said made me happy. Because I was not lying. My wife had made a promise that Desai's stay would be only for friendship, at least until I chose otherwise. And her decision to keep that promise was suddenly gaining more value in my mind.
 
A few minutes later, Meera returned to join us and sat on the edge of my bed. Her return made us quickly shift to neutral subjects. Desai too walked in later, and he sat on the chair next to Piyush. I could not help but wonder what was in each man's mind while talking to my wife. As I tried to sit up and lean my back on the pillow, Meera got up and helped me. I was alright until I noticed how Piyush and Desai were looking at her curvy back. The sleeveless kurta she was wearing was tight around her body and was exposing the perfect shape of her body. The way both men were helplessly drawn to enjoy the sight made me hard instantly.
I hated it as soon as Piyush left. But the erection lasted longer.
 
Meera later opined that Piyush was not ready to buy when he heard about Desai's stay in our house.
"He was giving me a strange look when I was praising you."
She said.
"He was jealous," Desai said. "And he would have been more jealous if he knew what is going on between us."
His use of present tense made me quickly wonder if he meant to say 'what is going on between us’.
Meera too had noticed it.
"What's going on between us?"
Desai laughed.
"I mean to say what happened between us, my queen! I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
The tone of his voice made me quickly realise he was teasing me. Meera made a face at him.
"That night when he stayed overnight here, that was a great night, wasn't it? Piyush would have died of jealousy if he heard your voice even for a minute." Desai said again, this time teasing Meera directly. "But thanks to the robust door of our bedrooms, we were saved."
"Don't make me remember that night," Meera said and got up. "I'd be very embarrassed." She was not looking at him directly. I felt she was remembering exactly what she didn't want to.
Desai smiled at me when she left the room. "Warm memories, right?"
I couldn't disagree.
"There was a thrill of doing something extraordinary that night. Whatever I do with Meera is always extraordinary but that night felt like an adventure trip. Meera was initially trying to control her voice by pressing over her mouth because she was scared that it would be heard from outside. We both were acting like we were scared of Piyush, with the fear of getting caught, to be honest. It was funny when we remembered the soundproof door. After that, oh god! It was a hell of a ride."
"If you make me remember that night, or any other night, I'll be left with no other option than jerking my dick in the night. Eventually, it'll be delaying my recovery and your chance to have it with Meera again. Don't you want to sleep with her again, Desai?"
I asked, choosing my words boldly.
Desai was indeed surprised by my open talk. He stared at me with a smile and nodded.
"Of course, Krish." He said. "I want to sleep with her. And I know you'll have to get up from the bed for that."
He said it like a confession. I loved how helpless he looked at the moment.
"Then let's give our dirty minds some rest," I said.
 
That night after having dinner in my room, Desai helped Meera in the kitchen while doing the dishes. The door of my room was open and I could hear her instructing him about wiping the washed plates with a towel and then keeping them on the plate basket. I could hear them chatting and laughing.
A few minutes later, they returned to my room to spend time with me as usual.
 
That night when they went to sleep I remembered Desai's words.
"I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
I knew he was merely teasing me. But I could not stop thinking about it. After a while, I took the pain to get up and walk up to the door. I opened it and waited still in the darkness for a moment. There was absolute silence from Meera's room.
But I was far from being at peace. I kept the door slightly open when I went back to bed.
In the morning too, I kept the door slightly open to allow me to hear any sound from the outside until Meera and Desai were home. And it was going to be my new habit.
 
Chapter to be cont’d

[krish_999]

Chapter 38 continues…

 
 
 
Monday night at dinner Meera was wearing a sleeveless tank top. The dark blue top and the light pink long skirt was making her look gorgeous. While she served me food on my plate I couldn't help but steal glances at her cleavage and armpits. I was feeling warm and I wanted to be embraced by her. I wanted to feel her body scent, and I wanted to kiss her. Even while eating food, I dreamt of her sitting on my lap and lifting her arms to let me inhale her armpit. I wanted to lick them.
Desai was sitting in the same room and I was forced to keep my dreams just to myself.
Meera turned to serve food on Desai's plate. He was consciously not looking at her. Meera then sat on the chair next to him. It had now become very noticeable that they were not making eye contact. But their chairs were too close to each other, they could sense the other person breathing, chewing food, and even thinking about each other.
"What happened?" I asked. "You guys are okay?"
Meera spent a moment before she turned her eyes to me.
"I'm okay." She said. "What happened?"
"She's a little angry with me," Desai said, throwing a glance at her. "But I don't know why."
"No, I'm not angry with anyone," Meera said quickly.
When she finished the food and went to the kitchen I asked Desai about it.
"I haven't figured out why she's angry with me, Krish." He said.
"Did you say something to her?" I asked.
"I told her to shift in here. I felt you guys should spend a little more time together." Desai said as he got up with his plate. "She made a harsh decision because she wants to help you recover faster. It's a good decision but it becomes harsh because of my presence here. I was suggesting that I should move out if it is required."
"But I am not sure she would move in here just because you are not here."
I said.
"She could do anything."
"But why she's angry?"
"That's unknown." Desai smiled at me. He took the empty plate from my hand and went to the kitchen. I was amazed to see his transformation. He was a man I had charged physically once, for claiming that my wife was a whore. And now he was carrying my used plate to the kitchen. It was not a thing he was doing to impress me or my wife. Because like I knew, he was confident about being intimate with Meera again in the future. If there was something capable of delaying it, it was his decision to stay with us. If he had gone to his hometown or Mumbai, he would have been missed by Meera.
But he was staying, to help us. Because he was a friend.
 
When Meera returned to the room I asked her why she was angry with Desai.
"I'm stressed over work, Krish. I'm not angry with him. If he wants to move out, I'm fine with that. Don't think I'm going to start sleeping with you the moment he leaves."
I saw Desai at the door.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Come on, Desai. Why are we making things harder than they are?" I said.
"I came to take my phone," Desai said and grabbed his phone from the table. "And say good night."
"Speak, Desai," I demanded.
Desai stood near Meera and had a look at her. His eyes remained at her eyes for a few seconds and then wandered all over her face for another few seconds. Meera stood without looking at her but eventually, she turned to him.
"What?"
She asked.
Desai smiled at me. "Krish, my opinion was that she should stop treating you like you are bedridden. Your leg is not broken. It's a fracture. I'm sure you can stand up if you wanted to."
"That's not the only thing you think." Meera interrupted.
"Yes, that's not..." Desai turned to her. "Because there are parts of his body which are working hundred per cent. Some parts can turn an idle man's mind into a devil's workshop."
"I'm not ill-treating you, Krish. That's the last thing I want to hear about me." Meera said to me.
"I didn't say that, Meera," Desai said sternly. "I said whatever you are doing shouldn't become ill-treatment. I was talking about the future."
"You're interested in the future because..." Meera began to say and paused as if to restart her sentence again. She looked at me. "He's trying to get me into your bed so that he could break my word and start fucking me every night."
Her words sounded harsh even to me.
Desai moved closer to her.
"You are reading too much between the lines, Meera. I was only talking about Krish. I have no hesitation to admit how much I want to take you to my bed. I’m cent per cent sure you are aware of that. But I can also follow self-control and behave with constraints, like you. Krish is your husband whom you want to take good care of; Likewise, he's my brother whom I want to take good care of. My thought process was solely based on that. You should stop involving me, Meera. Stop worrying about your promise, damn it. Before it should escalate further, I think I should be leaving."
"You can leave in the morning," Meera said quickly. She was staring at him now. And their faces were within breathing distance.
"You guys shouldn't be arguing over me," I said. "It's hurting more than these injuries."
Meera turned to me and moved forward. Her eyes were suddenly wet. "I only want to see you recover sooner, baby. There's nothing else that I want to do now." She leaned forward and caressed my cheek. "Are you desperate for me, like he says?"
I smiled. "There's nothing I can't handle, baby."
I felt warm with her soft touch. I grabbed her palm and smiled at her again. My eyes were perhaps betraying me. I wanted her to hug me tight but I didn't want to tell her that. I didn't either know how to hide it from her.
"Meera, I'm sorry to say this but you are thinking about sex only," Desai said, taking my attention back from her. "My point is that there are other forms of intimacy that are beyond sex. Like a kiss. You shouldn't stop yourself from kissing him if you want to make him feel better. Ask him if he wouldn't be happy if you kissed him."
Meera wiped her eyes quickly before turning to him.
"You are still trying to make it happen, Susheel. Will you stop it?"
"Come on, Meera," Desai threw his hand in the air with frustration. "Yes, that's what I wanted. You know you are giving too much value to your stupid promise at Krish's expense and our friendship's expense. So be it, don't kiss him. Or kiss him if you want. But if you kiss him after this moment, I will demand you let me kiss you for sure."
I laughed, forcefully. "What's the big deal you both are making about a kiss?"
"It's a big deal. Yes." Desai said assertively.
Meera laughed a little too as if to ridicule him. I was looking for her reaction. "Are we going to kiss?" She asked me.
My eyes lowered to her lips before returning to her eyes.
"And after that?" She asked again.
"After that," I said, "you kiss him too. What's the big deal about it?"
Meera shook her head and looked sideways as if watching Desai through the corner of her eyes. And then she kissed me. She bent forward to put one hand on my shoulder and then kissed me on my lips. It was a soft kiss that lasted less than two seconds. But I felt the warmth of her lips.
"Feeling better?" She asked with a smile.
"A lot better," I said.
She nodded and moved back, and turned to Desai. "Now it's your turn, mister. Do your kiss."
I could sense anger in her voice.
Desai took a deep breath and moved closer. I thought he would turn down her offer in anger. But he moved closer and put his right hand behind her head. And he brought his mouth to hers all the way. It was not the soft and lovely form of affection that I had given her a moment ago. It was a jaw-smacking, all-consuming wile kiss which looked like an aggressive invasion on Meera's mouth. I saw his palm behind her head becoming rigid and his jawline moving as he sucked on her lips. Meera's eyes were closed and her chest was beginning to move up and down as she was choked by the kiss. The kiss lasted many seconds and left her gasping for air in the end. As he pulled himself back I saw her lower lip being released from his mouth at the last moment.
Meera was left to stare at him and panting. I was completely stunned.
"I am leaving tomorrow."
Desai said sternly and left the room.
Meera took time to settle down her breathing and shivering before she turned to me.
"Moron." She blurted before adding hurriedly, "Goodnight, Krish."
She too left my room without waiting for my reaction.
 
What has just happened? I was left pondering. The lovely feeling that I had experienced while getting a soft kiss from my wife had suddenly given way to lust and confusion. I felt Desai didn't mean to express his love with that kiss. It was rather a way to vent out his frustration. He was really pissed off by Meera's constant accusing of his character. I too felt Meera was mean and she deserved introspection.
After a while, I switched off the light in the room and prepared to sleep despite knowing that it would be tough to find sleep. Then I heard the sound of the door opening. I switched on the table lamp. It was Meera.
"I'm unable to find sleep, Krish." She said and sat on the chair, pulling it close to my bed. "Susheel was right. I shouldn't make you sleep alone like this. My company might allow you to recover earlier than otherwise."
I laughed. "Don't behave like I'm bedridden with a life-threatening disease, Meera. It's just a bodily injury; I'll recover irrespective of where you sleep. Just relax."
Meera grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth.
"I know you are just making me feel better by saying such things. I'm sorry for making a scene. I was unsure about how to respond to his claims. I didn't want to accept it."
"Are you going to make out with me?" I asked. "Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too. How was the kiss, by the way?"
Meera bit her lips and smiled at me.
"You moron, you are enjoying at my expense. I feel manipulated."
"You let him."
She shook her head sideways. "But I'm not going to...I don't want to make out with him openly when you are still lying in bed."
"You have a plan."
She nodded, "I'm going to cheat on him."
And she placed her palm on my crotch. It was hard. But more than the feeling of being caught, I was thrilled by the touch.
"I've been noticing this, lately; you are always carrying a hardness."
She said. She had started caressing it. She tried to grab it over the clothes. I could feel my blood rushing toward it. My body was becoming warm. And it soon caught fire as Meera pulled the waistline of my boxer and pulled my throbbing erection out. It stood up with its tip pointing to the ceiling.
"After so many days..." she smiled at me and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. The touch of her delicate fingers felt like heaven to me. The next moment she leaned forward and brought her mouth over it. And soon, I let out a gasp as her head went down, taking my dick deep into her throat all the way. My entire body stiffened as she pulled back while keeping her lips tight around it.
"He was right," Meera gushed. "It's working hundred per cent."
"Yes, it is." I smiled.
Her head went down again and it marked a nonstop session of sucking. Soon her lips were shining with my precum on them. The up-and-down movement became smoother. I was moaning slowly.
"Oh, my baby. It feels so great. Mmm..."
I ran my fingers over her head, but without trying to disturb her flow. After a long, nonstop session, she pulled out to wipe her lips with the back of her palm.
"Don't hold back, Krish." She said.
She wanted to make me cum. I nodded.
She went down again, this time first giving a licking under the shaft and caressing my balls with her left hand. And again, she shoved the whole length into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. I let out a gasp. I could soon feel my stomach throbbing. I was anticipating a climax.
"I'm close, baby..." I moaned. Meera's pace only increased, and a few seconds later, I sensed the peak. I let out a small cry as I exploded inside her mouth and I felt my sperm gushing out in large quantities. Meera stopped moving and held her lips shut around the head of my dick. Her eyes were closed and I saw her eyes moving with each spurting of cum I had in her mouth. And she swallowed it all, as I watched with a great sense of satisfaction.
"It's a lot." Meera smiled at me as she finally pulled it out. "As is you've been storing it here."
I laughed. "I had no choice."
Meera got up and kissed me. The softness of her lips brought me memories of many other nights in our past. I felt great.
Meera pulled my boxer up in place and then went to the washroom to wash her mouth. She kissed me on my forehead again when she returned.
"Good night, Krish." She whispered.
"Goodnight, baby," I said.
She began to leave only to pause for a moment. "I've cheated on him. But this must remain a secret between us, promise me? If you tell him then..."
"No. I won't tell him. I swear."
I said joyously and then quickly added. "But you should say sorry to him. He was right."
"I will." She said and left.
 
I was suddenly at peace. I was thrilled. I felt like I had achieved something I had never thought I would have. And I fell asleep quicker than I wanted to.
 
In the morning I asked Meera if she had spoken to Desai.
"He's gone to the gym. I'll speak to him when he comes back." She said.
When Desai returned from the gymnasium, I asked him to change his decision and stay back.
"Meera was angry. It could be work stress or something. Her anguish isn't something new to you, is it?" I asked.
"I would think about it, Krish," Desai said.
Meera left at her regular time. I was not sure if she spoke to Desai and settled things. Twenty minutes later, Desai too came to me as he was ready to leave for the office.
"Did she speak to you?"
I asked.
"Yes, she asked me to stay back."
"Good," I said. "But you need to restrain yourself from showing your desperation. She's possibly angry because of that."
Desai nodded.
"I am desperate, Krish. There's no hesitation to acknowledge it. But there is also calmness in me because one day, sooner or later, Meera is going to come back to me. She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then. You know, there is a sense of joy in playing this waiting game, after all. That day when I reclaim her body and sweat, that day she becomes mine again, that day will be very special. You will hear her crying in pleasure. I will leave that door open, Krish. You can listen or you can watch. What do you want to do, Krish? Watch or listen?"
I was stunned by the brutal honesty with which he was speaking. I could not mouth an audible response. I coughed.
"Relax, Krish. You are going to love the day."
He patted my shoulder and walked away.
Desai had pushed me down to a pit of wild fantasy and left me to swim across it for the rest of the day. It took me the hell of self-control to avert my brain from it. I forced myself to read some news on my mobile phone.
 
 
Desai returned to the house fifteen minutes later, and he came to my room directly.
"I forgot my purse, Krish. I came to take it."
He returned with the purse to say bye again and left. I soon heard the front door opening and closing. However, I heard footsteps going back to the room. I wondered why he was going back. I heard the other room's door closing. And there was complete silence after that. I was sure he had gone back to the room and the lack of any other sound made it obvious that he was still in that room.
I had gone back to reading the news on my mobile phone. But at the back of my mind, something had begun to smell foul. After finishing the article I was reading, I spent a moment to realise that I hadn't heard the sound of Desai returning from the room. I was sure he was still there. At first, I wondered if he decided against going to the office. But he had specifically told me that he had a comeback to take the purse and he had said bye to me after.
There was something that I was not able to see. I knew that.
Eventually, I took the pain to leave my bed and walked over to the door. As I opened the door slowly, I thought I heard a whisper. It was a male voice and it had come from Meera's room. The door was closed and I felt Desai was speaking to someone. But there weren't many words to make it look like a whole conversation.
I waited confusedly, and suddenly I heard a small cry. It sounded like it came from a woman's throat.
My whole body was put on alert instantly.
Is Meera there in that room?
I opened my door wider and tried to concentrate on Meera's room. And a minute later, I heard another cry.
"Huuh!!" It was a scream. It was the familiar voice of a woman hitting the peak of pleasure. I felt my knees weak and I placed my palm on the wall to support my body from falling.
The voice didn't sound like that of Meera. But I knew it was the distance between the doors that was making it tough to hear. A part of my body wanted to run to that door and listen to make sure it was her. But the other part of my body had become too stiff to move an inch forward for I knew it was her. It was my beloved wife, who made that pleasure cry.
And the next moment I heard another cry, it was louder and shorter. The sound was even more familiar, as I quickly recognised it was the sound of my wife welcoming Desai's cock into her pussy. And the cry became loud moans very soon, as Desai began it.
"She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then..."
His words echoed in my head and I couldn't believe how easily he had made his plans a reality. My wife, who had begun to seem like a chaste woman a few hours ago, was now lying in that bed, with her legs parted. I was not sure how she was doing it. But I was sure what she was doing.
"I'm going to cheat on him."
Meera had told me in the night. And I was a fool to stop thinking beyond that because I had myself warned her, Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too.'"
I could now see how she would have told Desai the same thing in the morning.
"I am going to cheat on him."
She would have promised him how she would sneak back into the house after pretending to leave for the office. The picture was becoming crystal clear quickly.
The sounds from Meera's bedroom were on a steady rise. The sound of two people having wild sex was now easily recognisable. Only thing was that the woman didn't sound like my beloved wife. She had become someone else. Someone, who was determined to welcome Desai's monster dick into her pussy and give him all the pleasure.
All the promises she had made to me had gone in the wind. My eyes were wet with tears, and my vision blurred.
I went back to my bed and lay down silently. My dick was hard and I hated my inability to control it.
I could still hear the sound through the slightly open door. It was not clearly audible, but it was the only sound I could hear at that moment. And when Meera's voice peaked, it reached me clearly. Desai was gifting my wife another memorable orgasm. And I heard a groan from Desai. I knew it was the sound of him filling my wife's pussy with his sperm.
After that everything became silent. I lay with my eyes closed, having lost the power to get up again and interrupt them. I heard the sound of the door opening, but no one came to my room. I heard the footsteps as they left silently.
The betrayal was complete.
 
I took a long breath and my eyes became teary again. I knew that no amount of excuses could justify my wife's action this time. Meera was aware of this and that's why she was doing it so secretly. Their plan was perfect. But their mistake was that they blindly trusted the soundproof door. They thought no sound would escape that room. And no one would know.
I was sure neither Desai nor Meera was going to tell me what they did in that room on that day. I was sure neither of them was going to tell me what they did to me on that day. But there was something even more devastating that I knew.
That it was just a new beginning.
 
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[RCF]

Desai into his end game now trying to split the couple. Do not trust it to be Meera until you see it Krish , it is way smooth and easy to be able to make this a betrayal but truth is always different. Question is would Meera forgive Krish for doubting her

[kishen]

I have a feeling that the woman Desai fucked today is not Meera.

[qazmlp]

Super Hott moves at the very end...She had to
do it ,of course.... Great going and thanks for this amazing update.