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Chapter 45
Meera stared at the shelf where I was hiding, then got up from the bed. I scrambled to find a convincing explanation for why I had chosen to hide inside the shelf, wondering if I could still confront her about what she had done.
Contrary to my fears, Meera walked toward the nightstand and picked up the water jug. It was empty, so she took it and headed to the kitchen.
I realised that she hadn’t figured out the truth about my disappearance. Taking this as my chance, I slipped out of the shelf quietly and moved to the other bedroom. I did not switch on the light. I kept the door slightly open, afraid of the noise it might make if closed. I just stood there in the darkness, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. The pain of what I had witnessed was overwhelming, but I knew she needed to be confronted. I couldn’t ignore the raw emotions and questions rising within me. I had to understand what had led to this and why Meera had acted the way she did. Why couldn’t she stop it herself?
I heard Meera's footsteps as she returned from the kitchen with water. Peeking through the gap between the doors, I saw her still dialling on her phone, anxiety evident on her face. Despite everything, she seemed preoccupied with thoughts of me, perhaps worried that Maithrei was lying to her. The fact that she might be concerned about what I would be doing with Maithrei – after she herself had slept with Desai – felt like the very definition of hypocrisy.
She needed to be confronted, I thought.
After spending a minute in the darkness to gather myself, I opened the door and walked cautiously into the hall. I was surprised to see Meera sitting on the couch, her head down. I sensed that she was waiting for me to return home.
"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion.
Meera looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The moment she saw me, her expression shifted from sorrow to shock. Her eyes widened, and she threw a quick glance toward the front door, as if to confirm that I hadn’t entered that way. Then, realization hit her—she understood that I had been here the whole time, not somewhere else. Her hand flew to her mouth in a futile attempt to hide her surprise, but the anguish in her eyes was unmistakable.
“Krish…” she blabbered, her voice breaking, as if she was choking on her own guilt. I stood there, letting the reality of the situation sink in, feeling like I was shouting the truth at her. She lowered her head, unable to meet my gaze, and she brought both hands to her face, desperately trying to hide her shame. Her body shook with sobs as she began to cry, the weight of her actions sinking her further down.
My heart sank, but I had to address this head-on.
“Meera…stop crying now,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know what happened. I was just outside that room. I just want to ask, why?”
She looked up, her, her eyes pleading, wet with tears. She was clearly caught off guard, her hands still partially covering her face. I looked on and she slowly lowered her hands to reveal her cheeks, wet with tears.
“I’m sorry, Krish,” she spoke in a choked voice. “I just…I don’t know why I did it. I… I lost control. I lost….”
Her gaze dropped back to the floor, and she began to sob again, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her remorse.
I looked at Meera, my heart heavy with a mix of anger and sadness.
“Why, Meera?” I asked tensely. “Why did you let yourself fall into this? After everything we’ve talked about, everything we’ve worked through… why did you go back to him? What did Desai have that made you so easily forget us?”
She struggled to compose herself, struggling to even breathe.
“Krish, I... I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said. “Desai… I didn’t want him to come back. I didn’t want to meet him. But… I was weak. I could not say no… I said no but I was weak. I thought I could handle it, but… but I was wrong.”
I continued questioning her, “If Desai can make you do this, it means he can make you do anything. He holds this much power over you, Meera, I question why did you choose to live with me? Why didn’t you end things with me before you did this? It feels like we were not what we thought we were.”
Meera’s eyes were again getting filled with tears. “It’s not like that, Krish. I still love you, more than anything… I know I’d sound stupid but… I didn’t know what got into my head; when he said we weren’t doing anything new, I gave in. I got greedy, Krish. I was seduced. I was seduced by my memories. I can only say sorry. Please...”
Her voice cracked as she begged for my forgiveness. “I never wanted to leave you. I love you, Krish. Please, forgive me. I promise I’ll never let this happen again.”
I stood there, processing her words, feeling the weight of her betrayal and her apology. It was clear she was deeply remorseful, but the damage was done, and the trust we had worked so hard to rebuild now felt fragile and uncertain.
“Please, Krish, forgive me,” she begged again. “I never wanted to leave you. I love you, only you. I’m so sorry for everything.” Her tears streamed down her face, her hands reaching out as if to grasp at any hope of redemption. “I promise, I’ll never do this again. You mean everything to me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
Her tears were melting me from the inside, no matter how much I wanted to be angry at her. Deep inside, I knew she did all this because of me. I had prepared her for this, pushed her boundaries, and encouraged these fantasies. It was my own doing that led to this moment. Despite my anger and hurt, I couldn’t ignore the fact that her actions were a reflection of the world I had helped create.
In the end, I told her, "You should know that no matter what you do, I will love you. But remember, the guilt will only grow because everything you do now is a result of what I have encouraged in the past. Always keep in mind that if you do anything like tonight again, you're exploiting my unconditional love for you."
Meera got up and hugged me tightly, her body shaking with sobs. “I want to be your Meera, Krish,” she cried. “Not Desai’s Meera. I want to be with you, and only you.”
Her words, though filled with sadness, brought a small sense of comfort. We stayed close, holding each other, finding peace in sharing our pain. Somehow, it felt like this moment was helping us hold on to what we still had together.
When we finally went to bed, we were both too drained to say anything more. We just lay there, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet of the night surround us. The warmth of being together was enough, helping us feel a bit of calm after everything we’d been through.
The smell of a man’s cum was still in the air. I could sense it. But I could not figure out whether it was coming from the bed sheet or my wife’s pussy. She had taken a shower after sex but the sight of Desai groaning and filling her pussy was still fresh in my memory. I was sure Meera still had Desai's cum inside her pussy. I couldn’t shake the possibility of Meera forgetting about it and getting pregnant afterwards. The thought was nightmarish. I wanted to ask Meera about it but I remained silent, praying that I wouldn’t forget it in the morning.
My thoughts were only beginning to run wild.
I thought about how Meera must be feeling about her body in that moment. Her pussy, still reeling from the intense fucking she had received, would be engulfed in enduring warmth. I was sure she would have washed it by spraying water with health faucet when she was showering, trying to remove every drop of Desai's cum from her pussy. The regret she had displayed after Desai left made it clear that she wasn’t going to enjoy it emotionally. She must have felt heavenly pleasure when Desai was fucking her and giving her multiple rounds of orgasms. But once it was over, the reality hit her, and the enjoyment faded.
In a strange way, this thought gave me more relief than everything she said to me afterward. Because that breaking down of herself had happened when she was alone, unaware of my presence.
On the other hand, it soon felt like the smell of cum was coming from my body. Even though I was aware of the fact that I had come twice in my pants without touching myself while watching my wife in bed, and that I hadn’t bothered to clean myself, it felt like the smell was coming from me because I was drenched in Desai's cum.
I knew that, no matter what had happened, I too had to take my share of the blame. Because I had every opportunity to stop them, but I chose not to. I chose to let the moment unfold, fulfilling my long-time desire of watching Meera make love to Desai. In other words, I wanted to watch her getting fucked, to see her immersed in the pleasure of a man’s dick piercing her pussy, filling it with his sperm. The only problem was that it happened too late, after I had convinced myself that I no longer cherished that desire. But when the opportunity presented itself, I realized that I had only been pretending to have moved on.
The cuckold in me hadn’t gone anywhere.
There is nothing called an ‘ex-cuckold’.
Being a cuckold is not a transformation. It is merely a trait that has been inside you, which you discovered at one particular moment in your life.
The only solace was that I hadn’t been caught in the act of spying, nor had anyone discovered that I had come in my pants twice while watching my wife getting fucked.
In the morning, I chose to stay silent. At breakfast, Meera reached out and touched my hand gently, her touch filled with a mix of tenderness and apology. Her eyes met mine, silently pleading for understanding. I remained quiet, unable to find the words to address what had happened.
"Krish, please talk to me," she pleaded. "Give me whatever punishment you want to give me, but please, just talk to me. I’m so sorry."
I needed time to process everything, and as the morning hours passed, our communication began to open up. We started talking more, though I never revealed the full extent of what I had witnessed from the shelf. Meera assumed I had only heard some of what had happened from the adjacent room, which made it easier for me to navigate our conversations. I didn’t ask for details, and she believed I didn’t want to know. In reality, I was fully aware of everything.
Later, I decided to ask her how things had gone too far. She seemed relieved to talk about it.
“There was nothing on my mind until he called to check on me,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Why did you hide when I returned home?”
“I didn’t hide, Meera. I fell asleep.”
“You should have slept in our room.”
I had expected this question, so I quickly made up a story about going to the other room because I had heard some noise from there, and later ended up sleeping there because I was too tired. She said she had tried to call me a lot of times.
“I tried to call you too, but I was half asleep. My fingers slipped and turned on the flight mode. When I woke up a while later, I immediately returned to our room. But then… I heard you and Desai… you were in my bed!”
“I’m so sorry, Krish.”
Meera’s face was filled with guilt again. I felt like she would cry any moment.
I sighed, “You know, earlier I used to have this fantasy of seeing you and Desai in bed. It was my deepest desire because I was teased about it many times. I never got the chance. And when I finally did, I didn’t want to see it.”
“You would have seen it if you had just pushed the door slightly. It wasn’t locked,” Meera said.
“Oh,” I stared at her, pretending to be surprised. Then I added, “But I didn’t want to see it anymore. I thought I had moved on from that fantasy.”
“I too had moved on, Krish,” Meera said. “I didn’t even invite Desai to our house when he dropped me off. I thought you were already here and had told him you wouldn’t be happy to see him dropping me off. But later, when he called to check and found out that you weren’t here, he wanted to come over. I questioned him, but he said he would only talk. And only after coming here did he open up about his feelings. How he’s been struggling to forget me. Even then, I thought you would be here any moment, so I was scared to even stand with him. I kept asking him to leave at first. But then one thing led to another… when I came to our room to make a phone call to you, he followed me there. And once he had me in his arms… he was, you know, he was who he was. I tried to stop him, but I was weak. I gave up too easily.”
“Do you blame him for everything?”
“No, how can I?” Meera stared at me. “It was me who let it happen. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be dropped off here by him. I should have taken a taxi. And after getting here, I shouldn’t have let him enter our house. I made a lot of mistakes, but none worse than surrendering to his manliness in my bed.”
I felt a pang of jealousy creeping under my skin as she suggestively praised Desai’s sexual prowess.
“I heard the noise from outside.” I said.
“I was noisy, yes.” Meera lowered her head. “You must have thought so lowly of me.”
I paused for a moment, wondering if that was true. I had felt angry and betrayed, for sure, but I had also allowed it to happen. I had every chance to stop it, right from the start. I wondered why she wasn’t asking me why I didn’t try to stop her while it was happening. Perhaps she didn’t want to blame me at all.
“No.” I said. “Because I felt you deserved some action. I haven’t been giving you the best version of me, recently.”
Meera was stunned to hear me say that.
“No, Krish. There’s nothing like that. It happened because of the opportunity… I mean, I would call it greed for more. Or my weakness. Not because I didn’t love you, or didn’t love being with you.”
“But it’s the truth that I’m not as good as him in bed, isn’t it?”
“There’s no need to compare, Krish. Please.”
Her eyes begged me not to repeat those words again. It was clear she never wanted me to feel bad in front of Desai, even in my mind.
That day, I arrived at the office late. My body was there, but my mind was still lost in the memories of the previous night. The haunting image of Meera and Desai in our bed kept resurfacing, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Desai’s raw, unrestrained energy filled my thoughts, and I couldn’t ignore the way he had taken Meera to such intense heights of pleasure. It made me wonder if, for a moment, she had completely forgotten about me. I could still see her expression, the way she surrendered, as if nothing else mattered. The cry that escaped her when he first entered her – so desperate, so full of longing – told me everything I needed to know about how much she had wanted it, even if she would never admit it to herself. The thought made my stomach twist, and I found myself unable to focus on anything at work.
At first, I thought that sitting in my office and trying to focus on work would help distract me. But as time went on, I only grew more exhausted. My thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of Nidhi’s raised voice. I saw her scolding a staff member, frustration practically radiating from her. The sight jolted me back to reality. It wasn’t the first time I’d witnessed her like this recently; she had been yelling on the phone that very morning, though I hadn’t paid it much attention then. But now, seeing the tension in her face and hearing it in her voice, I couldn’t ignore the fact that something was definitely off.
So, I asked her to come into my cabin. She walked in, visibly drained.
“Sit down, Nidhi,” I said, not beating around the bush. “You seem really off today. What’s going on?”
She sat down and started to explain how some of the security guards were deviating from the instructions given by her.
“I’m not asking about them, Nidhi. I’m asking about you.” I said quietly.
Nidhi took a deep breath and hesitated at first. But then decided to let go of the unspoken burden.
“I’m depressed, Krish sir. I broke up with Sundeep,” she said flatly.
It was unexpected. I had thought Desai's influence had helped her relationship prosper, both physically and emotionally.
“Why?” I asked. “I thought Desai’s influence was helping you two click.”
Nidhi’s eyebrows shot up, indicating I’d asked the right question.
“In some ways, yes. Especially…” Nidhi looked around, surreptitiously checking that the door was closed.
I grew impatient. “The sex?” I asked.
Nidhi nodded. “Yes, it was good at first. But then, he was interested in that only, all the time.”
“And you aren’t?”
“It’s a bit complicated. I was, but… I don’t know,” Nidhi looked down, unsure whether she should say more.
“Go on, Nidhi. You’re making me ask questions I shouldn’t be asking you. You can tell me whatever it is. I think we are far more comfortable than what is otherwise acceptable in an office space.”
“It’s just… I mean, it wasn’t like with…” she paused, her face reddening, as if she hadn’t meant to let that slip.
I knew where she was headed. “Let me guess,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “You’re disappointed he wasn’t as good as Desai in bed?”
Nidhi’s eyes widened, a flash of shock crossing her face. But I held her gaze, not backing down.
“Don’t be so surprised, Nidhi. You’re not the only one who’s been dealing with Desai’s… effect,” I said.
Nidhi hesitated, then nodded, letting her guard down.
“You’re right,” she confessed. “At first, after we got back together, I was enthusiastic. I thought I could make it work with Sundeep. But every time I was alone… I found myself thinking about Desai. No matter what Sundeep and I did, it just wasn’t the same.” She looked down, struggling to articulate her feelings. “It’s like I’m stuck, unable to let go, even though I know I should.”
Her words hit me harder than I had expected. I could feel the truth in them because I had been experiencing the same thing. This strange, stealthy influence Desai seemed to have on the people around him – it was real. And it wasn’t just Nidhi dealing with it.
“You’re not alone,” I finally said, my voice softer. “My wife… I think she’s struggling with the same thing.”
Nidhi looked up, surprised by my revelation. We kept looking at each other, and in that moment, I could feel a strange bond forming between us – a shared understanding of something we couldn’t easily explain. Desai’s influence, his allure, was more than just physical; it dug deeper, challenging our ability to feel safe, stable, with what we had in life. We both seemed to be recognising it in different ways, but it was there nonetheless.
“But you seem very happy, sir. Or at least, you come across that way,” she said after a pause. “My days just seem to be getting worse.”
“Are you… hoping for his comeback?” I asked.
“No,” Nidhi said. “Logically, no. Strictly, it’s a no.” she added, almost as an afterthought, and then continued. “I am glad it ended because it would have taken me nowhere, wouldn’t it? But you know, I was very excited during the second innings with Sundeep. Perhaps that’s what drove him to this point. Now, I feel guilty.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “Because guilt will only make you lose your grip. If you don’t want Desai to come back, then you need to find a way to forget him. If you truly want to move on, maybe it’s time to find someone new. Someone who’ll make it feel like a fresh start.”
She nodded, seemingly taking my words to heart. After a pause, she looked up, her eyes steady. “What about Meera? Is she… not happy with you?”
I had been expecting this question.
“She is happy. But what’s in our mind is what creates all the problems.”
“So it’s all your imaginations that she could be happier with him?”
“No,” I said thoughtfully, “I’m not imagining. I… I have seen them in bed, Nidhi. It’s not what we… the normal people do. You know what I mean.”
I couldn’t believe I was indirectly praising Desai.
“It’s tough to move on,” I added, trying to convince both of us. “But we’ll have to.”
We both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of our words hanging between us. Nidhi seemed lost in thought, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we had both shared more than we intended. Finally, I stood up, breaking the tension.
“Take care of yourself, Nidhi,” I said gently. “It’s all in our mind. We only need to keep our mind straight.”
She nodded slowly.
The thought of having praised Desai in front of Nidhi haunted me for the rest of the day. I could not shake the bitterness of that irony. At a deep corner of my mind, I knew that Desai too had the responsibility to stop when Meera told him no. He should have paused for a moment to remember the promise he had made to me. Despite saying that he would never do anything to jeopardize my and Meera’s life, he had proceeded to force himself upon her, manipulating her frustrations and weaknesses to turn his fantasy into reality. I should have hated him. But instead, what was I doing? Unwittingly singing his praises.
Desai had etched himself deeply into the memories of every woman around me. Nidhi. Meera. Ananya.
Nidhi, who still dreamed of him, and I, unknowingly feeding her hunger with my words. I could only laugh at myself for adding fuel to the fire of her longing, as if I hadn’t already created enough chaos in my own life.
By the time the workday ended, my mind was a tangled mess. I stopped by a bar on the way home, hoping a drink might quiet the noise in my head. The place was quiet, almost empty, except for a young couple sitting at the farthest corner. The girl, her face buried in the boy's shoulder, appeared to be sobbing, with a glass of liquor in her hand. I couldn't help but wonder why it felt like I was constantly surrounded by troubled women.
I was on my second round when my phone buzzed, displaying Maithrei’s name. The sight triggered an immediate memory - yet another woman who had a past of surrendering to Desai's charms.
I suddenly felt like my life was surrounded by women who had been visitors of Desai's bed. Why was it that every woman in my circle seemed to carry a trace of his manliness? I asked myself that question as I answered the phone.
“Hello Krish! Have you heard about Alpine Heights?” Maithrei asked without any introduction. The excitement in her voice irritated me for no reason.
“Alpine Heights?” I thought it must be some hotel and she was probably trying to carry on with the flirting from where she left previous evening. “No, should I have?”
Maithrei giggled, as if I had responded as expected. “You own a flat there, Krish! That building complex has been officially rebranded now. It used to just be under my company’s name, but now it’s called Alpine Heights. We’re almost sold out. I was just checking to see if you ever thought of selling your unit.”
I remembered now. The flat that she had sold me at an extensive discount offer, long way back, had been lying vacant since then. The truth was that I hardly remembered owning such a property in these days.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I admitted, my mind still reeling from everything else. “But… maybe. I’ll let you know.”
There was a small silence on the line, as though Maithrei sensed my lack of enthusiasm.
“Where are you right now?” she asked.
“Out for a drink,” I said.
“Where?”
I had to think a minute to recollect the name of the bar I was sitting, before I told her.
“Oh, alone?”
Maithrei asked again.
“Yeah,” I said. I was slightly getting irritated now, but I still added, “Do you want to join?”
“If you’re buying.” Came her quick reply. “And I’m staying over the counter; no fancy tables.”
Oh. I sighed. I might end up praising Desai to her too. I thought in my mind.
And I said, “Deal.”
A few minutes later, Maithrei entered the bar. Wearing a light blue kurta and a slightly large black bindi on her forehead, she looked out of place for a bar. But nevertheless, her presence instantly lit up the place. She saw me, smiling as she walked over, and hugged me as I got up to greet her. Only when I felt the softness of her breasts pressing against my chest did I notice that she wasn't wearing a shawl, and her breasts were simply a visual to warm any man's thoughts. The scent of her perfume was the same as the one from the previous night, which instantly brought back memories of sitting with her in the car on our way to the concert and the kiss we shared.
"You were waiting just behind that door, I guess. So quick, how, I wonder," I said, then added, "You are magic."
Maithrei smiled again. "Show me a place, boy," she said.
We moved to the counter, settled in, and ordered drinks. She looked at me, a sparkle in her eye as she told me about her hectic day.
"It’s been a nightmare, honestly. I’ve been running around all day. I’m no longer a doctor. I’m soon to be a patient," she said, laughing as she took a sip. "I feel like I haven’t stopped moving."
"You sound like you could use more than one drink," I replied, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. "Right? I feel like a mess." She looked at me, eyes bright as she continued, "But now I’m with you, so I’m feeling better already."
I laughed, watching her sip her drink.
I watched the shape of her lips, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those lips were also enjoyed by Desai. I was sure he must have tasted them as much as he wanted, and he would have even shoved his dick into her mouth. I had seen Maithrei in bed with Desai long ago, and how she had been craving his dick that day!
I wondered if she still remembered him and how his dick felt when he was fucking her, just like he had with Meera the night before. The thought made me imagine Maithrei lying in her bed, and her pussy getting pierced by Desai's thick meat.
I felt a sense of rage, born from disappointment and anger, boiling inside me. I could feel the temperature rising.
Maithrei finished the sip and caught me staring, raising an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Krish?"
"Nothing," I shook my head slightly, without looking away. "You look beautiful."
She blinked, surprised, and then broke into a wide smile. "Well, that’s unexpected," she said, giggling. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."
We talked and joked for a while, and I could see the pressure vanishing from her. After finishing the second drink, she glanced at me, smiling.
“I’ve actually felt really tense all day,” she admitted. “But… I’m happy now. Thank you for spending time with me.”
“Anytime,” I replied, meaning it.
When I finished my drink, she hesitated a bit before asking, “Would you mind taking me for a drive?”
I wanted another drink but quickly decided against it. “I’ll be happy to.”
We left the bar and walked to the parking lot on the left side of the bar. I opened the front door of my car for her, and she slid in. As she settled down, I couldn't help but watch the shine of her cleavage, the beauty of that valley, despite the limited illumination in the parking lot. Again, the thought of Desai crept into my mind, against my will. His greedy lips and tongue, feasting on those melons. I writhed in jealousy.
As I walked around the car to reach my seat, I tried to find solace in the fact that nowadays, she was openly flirting with me. It was no secret how much she was attracted to me. She would have dreamt of making love to me, just as she would have about Desai. I thought of Desai learning about it, and I felt a sense of satisfaction creeping into my mind.
I got into the driving seat and smiled at her. She looked relaxed, the edge of her hair shining from the yellow light falling from the street light. I realised that I was enjoying being around her, and I wondered if it was because she was the ex-girlfriend of Desai.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked, when I started the car.
I laughed. “Let’s drive to Chennai. I hope it’s just a few hours…”
Maithrei pinched my cheek and laughed. “I’m not sure I’m up for Chennai tonight, but I wish we could find seashore right now.”
Even though the car was started, I didn’t drive it. I couldn’t help but find myself captivated by the way her lips moved and how her laughter softened her expression. I couldn’t look away; the attraction stimulated something inside me. Before I knew it, I leaned over and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers.
Her eyes went wide with shock, and she stiffened, pulling back. She managed to push against my chest, and the next thing I felt was her palm landing across my.
“What the hell, Krish?” she gasped, her voice filled with disbelief and hurt.
I froze, the sting on my cheek grounding me instantly. I couldn’t speak.
Maithrei sighed, glancing around the parking lot, her eyes scanning for anyone who might be nearby. She looked back at me, visibly annoyed.
“Krish, what were you thinking? Right here in the parking lot?” she whispered sharply.
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a bit foolish.
“I’m sorry. I just... I couldn’t help it. You looked incredible.”
She took a breath, softening a little. “Just drive me home, Krish. We better leave now.”
“Of course, of course,” I replied, quickly engaging the gear and hitting the road towards her place.
We both fell silent for a few minutes. And then I decided to break it.
“I’m sorry. Maithrei. I got caught up in the moment.”
She didn’t say anything. But eventually, after ten minutes’ drive, she sighed and looked over at me. “You couldn’t control yourself, huh?” She gave a small, knowing smile. “Alright then, let’s talk.”
She said and pointed towards a road towards left. “Turn there.”
Surprised, I followed her instructions, turning onto a deserted road. I noticed it was dark, no street lights around. She kept looking around and then gestured to a dark spot just off the road.
“Pull over there, and turn off the headlights,” she instructed.
I did as she said, turning off the car. And she turned to me readily.
“Now,” she whispered. “You can do whatever you want. No one’s here to see us.”
I was stunned by the sudden change in the atmosphere. A few minutes ago, I had been reeling from the insult of a slap across my cheek. And here I was, being presented with a chance of redemption.
I didn’t wait another moment as I leaned toward Maithrei. I felt a surge of energy I hadn’t expected – like all the frustration and anger that had been building inside me had finally found an outlet. Our lips met, and I greedily devoured her lips. They were soft and warm, but I was hungry for more. I pressed my thumb and middle fingers against her cheeks to open her mouth, and invaded it with my tongue, inviting her for a tongue dance. She gave in quickly, and we sucked on each other’s tongues and lips, breathlessly.
Maithrei’s response grew with intent, as she leaned towards me with her face still in my hands, as if to gesture that she wanted to surrender to me. And my hand dropped to her breasts, soon worming inside the neckline of her kurta. My fingers plunged into the abundance of her softness, though the tightness of the fabric was limiting my movement. I reached behind her with my left hand to unzip the kurta and then slid down the shoulders. I pulled down the bra strap too, and I made sure I pulled down the clothes enough to reveal a major part of her left breast. And then, I hurriedly pushed my right palm into her bra, this time successfully rewarding myself with the pleasure of touching the bare softness of her breast. My lips remained locked with hers, still expressing my eagerness to suck them. As soon as my fingers found the hardness of her tit inside her half open bra cup, I cupped my palm under her breast and took it out. The whole of her left breast was out, and I hurried to lower my mouth to start sucking her tit. Maithrei gasped at my nonstop charge. It turned into a soft moan as I circled my tongue around the centre of it, and at the same time my hand dropped further to caress her belly over the kurta. I squeezed at the soft side of the belly and then brought my hands to feel over her thighs. The fabric of her palazzo was much thinner than the kurta, and I could feel the smoothness of her thighs over it.
Maithrei leaned back on the seat, with her arms holding me like an invitation. I adjusted my seat backward too, to find space to lean towards her. The confined space inside the car was trying its best to slow us down but the excitement to beat it was thriving inside us. My right hand soon reached between her legs, and Maithrei simply opened her legs to let me touch her. I could sense the softness of her triangle mount, and I pushed my fingers to feel the slit. Maithrei gasped.
“Back seat?”
I broke the attention and stared at her eyes. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
“Yes…” I said, nodding.
I got back to my seat and pulled it forward, and then raised its backrest forward to create a gap between both the seats. Maithrei moved first through the gap and I soon followed. Once I landed on the backseat, I folded the left front seat forward to create more space in the back.
Maithrei was breathing hard, and watching me.
I stared back at her. “What?” I asked and then gestured at her kurta. “We can take it off, can’t we?”
Maithrei licked her lips, threw a glace around the car through the window panes, and then pulled the kurta over her head. I helped her, and a moment later, I had the slightly plumb body of hers for the pleasure of my eyes. Our eyes were now adjusted to the darkness and we could see the spark in our eyes each other.
“You are magic, I told you Maithrei.”
I whispered.
“Show me yours,” she said. “You’ve made me wait so long.”
I smiled and leaned forward. Our lips met with more vigour, and my hands literally ripped her bra off her body. Our kiss lasted seconds only, as she lay on her back on the seat and I climbed on her to start feasting on her breasts. This time, both of the soft melons were at my service. The memory of how Desai had sucked Meera's tits while fucking her in bed the day before suddenly came to haunt me. And I felt a feel of rage as I thought I was about to do the same with a woman he once considered his girlfriend. I knew I was going to enjoy this, a lot.
I wasted no time to pull down her palazzo, along with her panty. Maithrei did not show an iota of doubt to let me remove them. She just adjusted her long hair so as to avoid getting tousled in the act. The palazzo got stuck on her sandal, and I removed it too. With that she lay there in the complete glory of her nudeness.
“You’re beautiful, Maithrei. Absolutely stunning.” I said.
Maithrei chuckled softly, pleased to give me the full view of her body. “I’ve waited to hear that from you… for longer than you know.”
I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to her bare skin, tasting her, relishing the softness and the quiet gasps escaping her lips as I worked my way down her neck and across her chest. Her breath caught as I kissed each inch of her, pressing her back against the seat, making every moment last.
By the time my lips reached at her navel, my hands had already made its way between her legs, caressing the soft mount and rubbing her clit.
“Aaahhh…” I heard a moan from her. Soon I pushed my middle finger inside her, and Maithrei’s moan only got louder as I found wetness inside it.
I took my finger back and sucked it, looking right into her eyes.
Maithrei gasped at my gesture. “God.... Eat me, Krish.”
I brought my right knee to the floor of the car and bent me. But I still could not bring my mouth where I wanted. The lack of space in the car was about to beat me in this game.
“Next time you bring a big car when you come to fuck me, Krish,” Maithrei said with a giggle.
I laughed. “I’m not going home without tasting you, babe.”
“Mmm…” she laughed, “how?”
I moved her left foot into the driving seat and put my both palms under her thighs. Then I lifted her waist to bring her coveted triangle toward my mouth. I did it slowly to let her watch it.
“Like this,” I said with a smile and darted out my tongue to slowly land a clean single lick across her pussy.
“Oh…” Maithrei gasped. I saw her belly throbbing.
“You are worth every moment I thought of you, Krish. I can’t believe I’m living this,” she said.
Desai's ex was singing praise of me. I felt all the insults that I had been accumulating while listening to Meera and Nidhi indirectly to praise the masculinity of Desai was just reversed. And I pressed my mouth to her pussy with great hunger, and slurped all the moisture off it. But it had started to ooze out more. And the way her fingers gripped my hair, how she held her hips up for me – it felt like she was lost in the moment as much as I was.
She was ready.
I put her waist down and smiled at her. “Worth it.”
Maithrei giggled and her eyes remained locked with mine. She adjusted her hair again.
When I finally moved back up, pressing my body against hers, she looked at me with a wild gleam in her eyes. “Take me, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
Finally, unable to hold back, I shifted, lowering my pants as I positioned myself between her legs. The space was tight, but somehow that made everything feel even more intense, the urgency and closeness building to a feverish experience. I lifted her left leg, resting it over the driver’s seat, while her right leg dbangd across the back seat’s headrest, opening her completely to me. She gasped, and as I entered her, I couldn’t help but think of Desai and Meera – how I had watched him take her, how I had felt helpless to intervene. Now, with Maithrei, it felt like I was reclaiming something I had lost that night.
I pushed hard into her, deriving a moan that fell to my ears like a pleasing song, making me desperate to hear more. I pushed again and again, and the rhythm between us grew as we lost ourselves in the movement. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, as if grounding us both in the intensity of it all.
“Oh… Krish…” she moaned, her voice rich with satisfaction, urging me on. “Yes… just like that.”
With every thrust, my hands found their way to Maithrei’s body, my fingers curving around her breasts, squeezing them as though I was claiming each part of her for myself. Her skin was warm and soft against my touch, and the way she moaned with each press of my thumbs over her nipples drove me deeper into my own need. I couldn’t get enough of how her body responded, arching and moving in time with me.
My hands slipped down, and every inch of her felt alive in my grip, and I could feel her shivering as I traced her waist. Her hands tightened on my shoulders, pulling me closer, her eyes flashing with raw, breathless desire. Each touch, every sound from her lips, spurred me on, making me want to consume every part of her with a fierce, almost primal need.
Then, in a brief pause, a car passed nearby, its headlights illuminating her face. For that fleeting moment, I saw her fully – the light washing over her features, catching the subtle glow of her skin, her eyes closed in pleasure. She looked breath-taking.
When the light faded, she whispered, “More… please, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
“You’re incredible, Maithrei,” I managed, my voice rough. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled, meeting my gaze. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”
With a sense of urgency, I turned her around, gripping her hips as I entered her from behind. “Yes… oh, God, yes… Krish…”
Her cries urged me on, her body meeting mine, her voice ringing in my ears.
“You’re so good, Krish…make me yours…” she gasped, her voice almost a plea. “Make me forget everything but this.”
Her words drove me wild, and I fucked her with renewed intensity, feeling the tightness of the pussy as we lost ourselves in the moment. She looked back at me, her expression one of pure bliss. And then she leaned forward, bracing herself against the back of the seat.
“Oh…my god! Aaaahhh…Kreeeesh….!”
Her cries were the peak of it, and I could feel the waves of her orgasm, with her grip over the seat tightening. Her head sank down to the seat, and I could still hear her breathing hard to contain the pleasure of her sudden explosion. I lost myself in those moments as I landed a few more intense thrusts into her and then let go completely. I felt the last of my frustration and anger dissolve in the intensity of the moment as I filled her pussy with my cum. I hadn’t just come inside a woman. I had avenged my loss. At least I felt so, for a moment.
Maithrei fell on to the seat as I pulled off her, and we both lay on the seat, catching our breaths.
After a moment, she reached for me, and we kissed again, this time slower but just as intense. Her hands were soft against my face, and her smile had warmness to it that I hadn’t seen in her before.
As we parted, she let out a long sigh, still smiling. “That was worth the wait.”
“You,” I murmured, watching her with a grin, “are pure magic.”
She soon started dressing, reaching around for her clothes, but paused with a puzzled look. “Where’s my… oh, my panties?”
I looked around, spotting it beneath the seat. I grabbed them, bringing them close to my face before handing them to her, and I couldn’t resist a playful grin. “Mmm… your scent. How much I love it.”
She snatched it from me, her cheeks pink, and smirked. “You’re such a pervert, Krish.”
We both laughed, and she slid her clothes back on, and fixed her hair. As she glanced at me, she chuckled, noting that aside from lowering my pants, I hadn’t fully undressed. “Next time, I’m stripping you completely first.” She said.
I laughed, “sure.”
After we composed ourselves, we returned to the front seats, and I started the car to drop her off at home. The drive was relaxed, the silence comfortable, broken only by the occasional shared glance and knowing smile.
We stopped at a street vendor for sugarcane juice, both of us relishing the cold, refreshing drink. She took a sip, looked at me with a mischievous grin, and giggled. “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home.”
Her comment made me pause. Suddenly, Meera came rushing back into my thoughts. Guilt and an unsettling quiet settled around me, as if the world had somehow paused.
On my way back home, alone, the weight of what I had done started to settle in, creeping through my mind like a slow chill. I had slept with other women before, sure.
Ananya, Nikita, Sheelu…
Some of those encounters happened when Meera and I were separated, even with her encouragement, as she pushed me to move on. She wanted me to explore, to feel something new if it helped me let go of her. But some moments – with some of those women – were just outright cheating, no different than what Meera had done with Desai the night before. And yet, somehow, none of those encounters felt as raw as this one.
There was a different burden attached to this mating session with Maithrei; a wound that would feel deeper because of the time, the circumstances. Here I was, questioning Meera’s commitment, holding her accountable for what she did with Desai, while I was with Maithrei. My stomach twisted with a strange sense of irony. What does that leave me with now? What right do I have to confront her, to hold her to some standard I hadn’t even kept myself?
Maybe I could say I was angry, frustrated with Desai’s hold over her, over both of us. And that was the truth, but how far would that excuse carry me? Did it somehow make this any better? I wanted to believe it did, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t pass any test of morality.
Had I just cancelled out her cheating with my own?
As the ride progressed, I was forced to believe that it was my destiny that had propelled me into this.
I’d cheated, yes, but in some odd way, I felt that this might help me understand and forgive Meera. Maithrei’s words echoed in my mind, “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home” and a strange sense of clarity came over me. She was obviously talking about the sugarcane juice, but the incident with her would and should, rejuvenate me before I got home.
Perhaps this moment, this mistake, was what I needed to save my mind from going insane.
By the time I reached home, I was fully committed to the thought that I hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no other way.
chapter to be continued...
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