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

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First of all I would like to say after reading the previous update... Everything that happened between Krish and Meera felt so wrong, and also so damn Erotic!! Maybe that is why you are the master erotic writer. What kind of sick kinks are you infecting our brains with krish999?? LOL. I really did enjoy the previous update ! It was very very twisted especially in terms of the mental gymnastics each of the characters are playing... all Meera needed was not a push, not even a nudge, just a tiny little touch from the little finger of Krish to completely abandon her standing and just jump to the proposition that, it is ok to go to Desai's room. Damn she really that horny! or is there something else to it? Finally as per the title of the story, Krish is really beginning to 'Know his wife' and 'Know himself'.

I especially liked the last stroke of brush when the recording 'freezed' at the last moment. I felt man... Krish has suffered enough let him catch a break, LOL hopefully the poor guy's recording 'unfreezes', this is too much heart palpitations for a reader!

I feel it is too soon to predict what could happen next as the 'arena' has leveled up! As lollobionda has mentioned about the rivers and deltas, yeah i also feel it could be many branches! But somewhere I feel, this time nobody is coming to save Meera from Desai, not even Krish! This time it is Meera who has to walk the walk and save herself. It is Meera who has see the truth beyond the illusion that is Desai. Would she be able to do it and return back to Krish? or be lost in the illusion called Desai... forever? Would she end up as another conquest for Desai? another 'check mark' in the book of checklists of Desai before he moves on to the next conquest.

   I feel like I've seen enough of the Krish that is so repressive. I get it that the author wants Krish as the ideal Beta since he has that Beta qualities. But I want Krish to have an identity of his own rather than be Meera's flamboyant shadow. It would be cool if you introduce new characters that could elevate and evolve Krish than his usual self. I want him to be a made man , a best candidate would be Meera's former boss who used to like and respect Krish and have him become like a guiding force in leading Krish to an elevated scenario of responsibilities and discipline. There is a reason Krish is unique than the usual cuckold stories and I want this story to end in a high note for Krish. Whether Meera stays with him or leaves him for Desai , I want Krish to have an uplifting ending in this story. It should end with Krish becoming successful , that would bring closure and satisfaction to Krish as a person who despite all of his messy life , finally finds his path and lives a life of completion and relief and ends the story in a high standard for him.

   As a fan I would like to propose an idea the author can explore.

   What if Vicky Security Services evolves into a Private Military Corporation in the future? I know it sounds stupid but hear me out. This is just my take of one aspect of the story for the future.

   In the future a new client is introduced that hires VSS (Vicky Security Services) for a job , this client can be a retired military man who sees the potential of growth and dedication in Krish and decides to give him a helping hand which results in VSS to slowly grow in Private Security Sector to the point VSS no longer is about armed guards , but also manufacture of security measures like electric fences , safes , bank vaults , trap doors etc. Basically VSS evolves into an enterprise that invests in anything and everything regarding security. And have this new character bring some real change in Krish that will help him evolve and focus on bigger achievements in life , a life where he is commited to efficiency and discipline.  Have Ashish , Meera's old boos return and become a support to Krish as he likes Krish's personality. Then have Piyush too become Krish's hype man. This idea has been in my head for a while because this would actually make Krish evolve as a character and end the story on a high note for him. I know this might be just an afterthought but I am only sharing what I think would be a great way to end the Krish story regardless the ending. With or without Meeera , this would be an apt ending to his story where he becomes a successful man.


   I only state this simply because I like the character of Krish in this story series because he is a very unique take on themes like cuckolding. So I believe a character like him shouldn't end like those cliche cuckold ending. I want his character to end with an improvement and a better development to him.

I absolutely loved your ideas! I also feel Krish is definitely not a weak character. He is self made and has a charm of his own. He is nonchalant in his approach towards problems in his life and has faced challenges head on! But as RCF mentioned I also immediately felt his only problem is his 'cuckoldness', the only thing that's holding him back from achieving in terms of what other people presume to be a successful person. The only way he could completely change his persona is if something terrible has happened in his life like he lost Meera for good this time or if the couple came out stronger together from Desai's death grip! Plus I feel he's not seeking any materialistic success like Desai, his only search and reward is to explore newest and the most sickest ways to find ultimate sexual pleasure through cuckolding... no matter the cost!

On the side note yes, I do like to see a new character that could swoop in to save Meera! or at the least provide distraction from the Desai's mental onslaught and provide some sort of relief to the couple ( which I know may not be where the story is headed)

My personal choices are Piyush and the other is the tharki old buddha (lecherous old man) Narender uncle who had the courage to dirty talk Meera and invite her for 'workout session' in the store room. Both are undeserving ( like Shekar ) and been longing for a shot with a lioness called Meera.

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Chapter - 47

Just as I thought I had made a huge blunder by trying to sync the devices, I heard a faint beep in my wireless earbuds. To my immense relief, the live mode was working.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a second as I listened.
“He’s… asleep. I’ll have to go back soon,” I heard Meera’s voice – soft but clear – because I could tell she was standing close to the bed where the device was hidden. She had already knocked on Desai’s door, and I could imagine his surprise when he saw her.
“Sit down. I can’t… can’t believe it, Meera. You’re really here.” Desai’s voice followed, filled with disbelief. He hadn’t expected her to show up, especially after her cold behaviour throughout the evening.
I thought I heard the faint creak of the bed, followed by another, and guessed it was the sound of them sitting down. There was no chair in that room.
A brief pause followed before Meera responded, “I thought… I was a bit harsh to you today. I felt I owed you a chance to say whatever it was you’ve been trying to say.”
“You were harsh, yes," Desai replied. "I kept trying to talk to you, but you avoided me like I’d done something unforgivable. I didn’t understand. I even told Krish I wanted to speak with you. Why were you so distant?”
“Because I didn’t want Krish to get suspicious. He has no idea about what we did that night after the concert.” Her words sharpened my senses like a blade. They were starting to talk about that night. “Every time you came close to me at the wedding, I was terrified he’d start putting the pieces together.”
 
I was relieved that she was sticking to my instructions – to not disclose the truth that I knew everything.
Desai sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Meera. I didn’t want to make things complicated. I just... I didn’t know how to act around you. I didn’t want to hurt Krish or make him suspicious. I thought keeping some distance from you would help, I mean, after that concert night. But when I saw you at the wedding, everything came flooding back.”
 
Desai still didn’t know I was aware of what had happened, and it was clear he believed Meera had kept everything hidden from me. As I listened to them talk, a small part of me wondered if I had made a mistake by letting them have this conversation. Desai was pouring his heart out, and it felt like he was trying to reclaim something he had no right to.
His audacity to say, "You avoided me like I had done something unforgivable," was a clear sign he assumed he held some authority over her life – as if he were her partner, entitled to intimacy despite her resistance.
 
Meera’s voice grew cold. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Susheel. I was fine before you showed up. That night at the concert… it should never have happened. I had everything under control until you came back into my life. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you, didn’t you? You’ve always known.”
Desai’s voice softened. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your life, Meera. I tried to stay away. But that night… I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had spent so long trying, and when I saw you, I just... I lost control. You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay away after that. I never thought I’d feel this weak.”
“You told me it was a coincidence that you met me there. But after that night, I’ve been wondering if that’s true. It’s just hard to believe you didn’t plan it...”
“No, Meera,” Desai interrupted her. “Believe me; I didn’t know you were going to be at the concert. That date with Vaikha – that wasn’t a date, you know what I mean. She just needed someone because her husband didn’t show up.
Of course, the Susheel Desai everyone remembers from the past would’ve taken such a woman to bed right away, without even making it to the concert. But I’m not that guy anymore. I only agreed to join Vaikha because I knew about the hype around the concert in Pune. When I saw you there, and then Krish leaving with Maithrei, and Vaikha discovering she and Piyush had adjacent places to stay – it all felt like I was destined to have a reunion with you. Even when I dropped you off here, I went back, didn’t I? Because I didn’t want Krish to see me intruding on your life again. I didn’t want to create problems for you. I only returned when you told me Krish wasn’t home. That’s when I lost my mind… I got greedy… for sure. But I still believe it was our destiny.”
“Susheel, you always talk about not wanting to ruin my life, but did you think about that when you pulled me into bed with you? You knew exactly what you were doing, Susheel. You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”
Desai’s voice was heavy with emotion. “I held back for so long, Meera. Longer than you’ll ever know. But that night... that night, I was ready to throw everything away for one more moment with you. After that, I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. I realized what it meant to lose someone you loved.”
“Love?” Meera cut him off sharply. “But you went too far, Susheel. And today, you were again… ”
“I know I went too far,” Desai admitted quietly. “You know I hadn’t come to the wedding to see you. There was hope that I might get to talk with you, but I was slightly scared also, because I knew you were angry with me, you have blocked me on your phones… WhatsApp… haven’t you? I knew. But the moment I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day since that night, I’ve been haunted by the memory of you in my arms. I can’t get you out of my head.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Desai was saying too much, revealing too much, and a surge of regret hit me for allowing this meeting to happen.
The memories of that night still clung to Meera, haunting her, pulling her in despite her best efforts to resist. Desai hadn’t come to the wedding for her, but the moment he saw her again, all the old feelings came rushing back, overwhelming him.
He was now pouring his heart out, trying to win her over, and I wasn’t sure where their conversation was heading. This had to be the last time. I couldn’t let them have another moment like this. I decided.
Meera’s voice was becoming colder. “We shouldn’t see each other anymore, Susheel. This has to stop. Whatever happened between us… it’s over. We can’t keep doing this.”
Desai agreed quickly. “We shouldn’t see each other. We shouldn’t talk. But how do I stop thinking about you, Meera? You’re in my thoughts every single day. Don’t you understand what I’m feeling? Is it really that hard for you to see?”
There was a long pause before Meera replied, her voice strained. “I understand, Susheel. But I won’t let this get out of control again. I can’t.”
Desai’s response was quick. “That’s not what I saw tonight. You wanted to talk to me, didn’t you? You’ve been holding back all evening. Don’t pretend this is easy for you, Meera.”
Meera’s tone was defensive now. “I didn’t want to make a scene, Susheel. Do you know how many people have already started talking about us? Your presence here when Krish was bedridden... it gave them enough to gossip about. I was just trying to avoid giving them another reason to talk.”
“I understand, Meera,” Desai said. “But I’m glad you came, Meera. I’m so happy you chose to talk to me.”
There was a brief silence, and then Meera spoke again, her voice calm. “I guess we’ve talked enough. I should leave now.”
Hearing that, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Despite everything Desai had confessed, Meera was staying grounded, choosing to leave before things went too far.
 
But at the same time, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the pang of disappointment deep inside me, that there were no fireworks tonight, which perhaps my demonic self was anticipating.
 
"Is he going to wake up so soon?" I heard Desai asking.
"I don't know. But I could get some sleep for myself. Don't you want to sleep?"
There was no reply from Desai for some seconds. I wondered if the device had shut down. But it wasn’t.
"What are you staring at, Susheel?"
I heard Meera's voice. It was softer than the last time I heard it.
"When are we going to see each other again?"
"We shouldn’t. That’s good for us."
"We can meet at social events."
"Today I found the danger in that. Today you tried to speak to Krish. You told him you were jealous, didn’t you?"
"I was. I spoke my mind."
"He’s my husband. What’s the point in becoming jealous when you see a woman with her husband?"
"You’re not just a woman for me. Are you?"
I heard Meera giggle a little.
"Oh yeah, you’ve had to ignore a lot of women because of me," she quipped.
"That’s not what I meant."
"I am just a woman, Susheel. At least there in a wedding function."
I could sense the playfulness in Meera's voice.
"But you were teasing me. You knew I was watching you guys dancing."
"Yeah, I knew you were watching. I wanted to give you a hard time."
Meera’s admission surprised me, as I had thought I was the only one affected by Desai's presence at the dance.
"Yeah, you did, baby. And I was like I wanted to jump in and pull you away from him," Desai said.
Meera laughed.
"So desperate... no?"
"In that moment, I wanted to be him. I really wanted to become Krish, your loving husband."
Meera laughed again, prompting Desai to ask why she was laughing.
"You know, in the beginning, Krish used to have this fantasy in our bed. In that, he becomes you and talks to me like he’s you."
"He’s a man of wild fantasies. Do you wanna know what’s mine?"
"Mmm?"
"To be him."
Meera took her sweet little time before replying.
"And then what?"
"And then..."
"Mmm... I noticed."
Meera said quickly. I didn’t understand what she meant.
"Trust me, he won’t wake up. I can’t believe he didn’t take you to bed tonight, after such a wonderful dance. Must be very tired, I guess. A couple of drinks... and that dance session, plus a solid dinner. If I were him, I would have found a cozy place for us immediately after that dance."
I heard Meera's giggle again, and I could feel the shift in her mood.
“Husbands don’t do that,” she teased. “Maybe boyfriends do.”
“I wish I could be your husband. I’d prove otherwise.”
“You’d have to marry me first.”
“Have I ever told you that I have a problem with that?”
Desai hit back.
I knew they were talking about marriage only to keep the conversation flowing. But still, the casualness with which they were able to discuss marriage between them made me restless. It was clear that the idea was crossing Meera’s mind at least when they were talking like this, and I didn’t like it.
"Then first you have to talk to Krish," Meera didn’t seem to want to end the flirting. She wasn’t pulling away from Desai anymore; she was letting the moment draw her in, little by little.
"Before that, I’ll have to know what your take on that is." Desai said.
"Well, what’s in offer?"
Meera playfully asked.
"You know what I can offer, don’t you?" Desai's voice was suddenly serious.
"Stop it, Susheel..."
"Look at me, Meera."
"Mmm, what?"
Meera's voice was a whisper. I leaned closer, straining to hear every word, every nuance. Their conversation had caught me in a spell, and I knew part of my head was already anticipating how far this would go.
“What do you see?” Desai’s voice. Low and slow.
“I just came to talk, Susheel. No. I’m leaving.”
“I don’t want to believe that,” Desai said softly. “Look at me.”
I heard Meera let out a shaky breath. “Let me go, Susheel.”
There was a brief pause before Desai’s voice came again, filled with desire. “Just for a second, babe. Give me your eyes.”
“Sush…”
Meera's voice was cut abruptly, and there was no sound afterward. I pressed the earbuds into my ears, hoping to hear something. My heart was beating fast, and I could hear it aloud. Then I felt I heard a moan. A suppressed moan. It was from my wife.
 
I was sure Desai would have taken her in his arms. Probably his lips had sealed hers with an intimate kiss.
 
I sat there, alone in the room, my heart pounding as I pressed the earbuds deeper into my ears.
It took some time before I heard another sound from Meera. "Susheel...!" But I had a hunch that Desai was kissing her until then.
I heard briskly paced breathing from her for a few more seconds.
"Meera..." Desai's voice.
“Why do you want me to cheat on him like this?” Meera asked, her voice now sounding so fragile that it felt like she was holding on to the last bit of resistance.
I knew that her resistance would soon fail. I knew that was going to happen. But I knew the risk when I sent her to Desai’s room. Hell, she warned me herself – she might end up fucking him. And still, I let her go. Part of me wanted this. No, I needed this.
Desai’s response came through, calm and unbothered. “There’s nothing new in what we’re doing, Meera. You desire me as much as I desire you. When life gives us a chance to find happiness, why should we stop ourselves?”
Hearing him say that she desired him made me realize how well he knew her feelings and desires.
"Baby, if you don't know how to stop me, then probably you don’t have to," I heard him assure her again, and then I heard soft movements. Soft and barely audible, but I could guess it was the sound of him pulling her to him again. My pulse quickened. I could almost see it in my head – Desai’s lips on hers, his hands wrapping around her waist. Absolute silence from Meera told me that she was letting the kiss continue. Perhaps enjoying it.
“Oh, my baby… you know how long I’ve waited for this again,” Desai murmured, letting me sigh as I felt he would have finally freed her lips.
There were no words for a while, just the sound of their bodies shifting, skin brushing against skin, the occasional rise in Meera’s breath as Desai kissed her, touched her. Each sound, each movement, sent a jolt of heat through me. I should have hated it. But instead, I was getting thrilled that I was able to track their moves, their advances, and confessions to each other, without giving them any idea of being spied on. I was thrilled that I was listening to it.
 
As Meera’s moans became softer, as if she was losing herself in the moment, I too was losing myself – listening, aroused, and imagining everything that was happening on the other side of that wall. The jealousy I expected never came. Instead, I felt a sick thrill, knowing that my wife was being seduced by another man. By Desai. And I was here, listening to it all.
I knew I was letting go of all the progress I had made in moving on from my cuckold fantasies, and a part of me wanted to stop it and claim myself, but those gasps and moans from Meera dragged me deeper into a space where anger and desire merged. This was wrong and catastrophic, I knew that. But the more I listened, the more it felt like a drug – one I didn’t want to stop taking. Because I couldn’t.
 
More sounds followed. More movements. I strained to catch every detail, wondering if that was the sound of Desai removing her top. My breath caught in my throat as I heard Meera’s voice again, hurried. “Hurry up, Susheel… I need to go back to him before he wakes up.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if she was so desperate to get fucked by him.
The thought awakened me further. Meera's voice, and the demanding tone of it, told me she wanted this to happen quickly, as if she couldn't resist the desire to get fucked by him any longer.
 
Desai's voice followed, low and teasing. “I’ll hurry, baby, don’t worry. But not before I enjoy these beautiful tits. I’ve been waiting too long to taste them again.”
Meera didn’t respond in words, but then, the sound of soft, breathy moans filled my ears.
He was sucking her tits. Each moan from Meera, each gasp, painted a vivid picture in my mind – his mouth on her, sucking, teasing. And she was giving in completely, her body responding to him.
Then came her voice again, this time more urgent. “Ouch! Susheel... Susheel... don’t leave hickeys there...”
It was probably the only moment I felt she believed she was mine, telling him not to leave marks on her body.
Susheel chuckled, “Why not? Just don’t let your Krish have access to these tits for two days. He won’t even notice.”
I pressed the earbuds deeper, leaning into the sounds. Meera’s moans, growing louder now, told me that Desai was enjoying her as he desired.
I heard his voice again, “When was the last time you had sex with him?”
"This morning, after you left,” Meera said.
“Krish, you lucky bastard…” I heard Desai exclaim, the jealousy in his words unmistakable.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, Meera,” Desai continued, his voice full of desire. “…ever since I saw you dancing with him at the wedding. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Watching you in his arms… I wanted to be him, to become the man who makes love to you, right there in bed.” In his words, I sensed an admiration, a strange envy for the position I held in her life. As her husband.
Meera sounded amused. “You’re still carrying that thrill? It’s gotten deep into your head.” And then, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Do you want to hear me call you Krish?”
“Yes,” Desai replied, his voice thick with arousal. “I’d love that.”
The idea of her pretending he was me, in that intimate moment, made me remember how I used to make love to Meera while imagining I was Desai. I remembered how I used to push my dick into her pussy while picturing myself as Desai, and how it had turned me on.
Meera’s reply was a teasing, playful doubt. “If you’re Krish… then who is Susheel Desai?”
There was a pause before Desai responded, “Desai is the guy watching you with me, drooling at your beauty.”
He was making fun of himself.
After a while, I heard Desai hurrying to take off her remaining clothes. “Let me take these off. I want to see my baby fully naked.”
I knew what was happening. He was removing her pajama and panties. The image of her lying there completely exposed for him – I could see it with my eyes closed.
“Oh, you’re so wet… oh my baby,” Desai said soon, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for this moment.”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned softly in response, her voice almost trembling with anticipation.
“Just lie down here… let me…” Desai continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone. The sounds of shifting bodies filled the room, and I could imagine him positioning her, spreading her legs wide.
“Mmm…” Meera’s moan followed, and I could hear the pleasure building in her voice.
“Oh, I can see the honey…” Desai's voice was filled with excitement, almost animalistic. “Baby, I’m gonna lap it up like a dog tonight… mmm…”
My heart pounded in my chest as I imagined him between her legs, his mouth on her, lapping at her as he promised.
Meera’s moans grew louder. “Ohh, yes… aaahh… Susheel… just… aaahhh…”
Her voice filled the room, filled my ears, and echoed in my mind. The unmistakable sounds of her pleasure rising with each second. I could picture it all too clearly: Desai, his head buried between her thighs, his tongue working her as she writhed beneath him. And she was loving it. Completely lost in the moment, her voice rising with every lick, every touch.
I felt my body tightening, every part of me focused on the sounds coming from the other room. My stomach twisted, but not with jealousy. It was something I couldn't resist. I was getting overly aware of the erection I was carrying in my shorts, and I couldn't stop my hand from getting inside it. Slowly I wrapped my fingers around my fully erect dick, and the coldness of my fingers engulfing the heat of my dick felt like heaven. If somebody asked me if this was the moment I had been secretly, unknowingly, longing for in my life, I would have admitted it readily.
I felt my wife was giving in to the pleasure offered by Desai to please me. And I was glad that she was doing it.
Meera’s moans were reaching new heights, soaking up every ounce of pleasure that Desai was giving her.
"Mmm.... Susheel...aaahhh... Yes...mmm..."
At the peak of her cries I heard a swift movement, which stopped her, and then I heard soft movements. I could tell he was probably kissing her mouth.
"You're yummy, my baby. I can make you cum just like that. Do you want that, baby?" I heard Desai's voice, his voice filled with ecstasy.
"I'd love to, but you know how," Meera's voice was equally charged with lust. She was asking him to fuck her! My wife was now indirectly begging him for his dick!
 
How on earth does this guy manage to turn my wife into this, every single time? I wondered.
And after a few moments, I got evidence for more of her eagerness to get to the main act when she teased him “Are you going to stay dressed all night?”
It was followed by the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. Desai's voice accompanied, “are you excited to see me naked?”
“Yes,” Meera replied readily. And she followed it with another comment, "oh my God!"
"Shiny, huh?"
"Wet."
“Do you want to touch it?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me. Hold me. See how it’s throbbing for your love,” he urged. “Do you want to beg me to give it to you?”
A brief silence hung in the air, and then Meera said, “mmm...I will. I will beg this one.” I felt she chuckled as she spoke those words. I could tell her fingers must have wrapped around his dick. My fingers tightened around mine too. My dick was struggling inside the confinement of my shorts.
I couldn't resist the temptation anymore as I pulled down my shorts to free it, and then I grabbed it with a sense of satisfaction.
“Move here... a little bit,” Desai said, guiding her. “I hope I’m not hurrying this…”
“No… not at all,” Meera breathed. “I want this. Please.”
There was a pause, tension hanging thick in the air before Desai spoke again. “Say it, Meera.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“Say my name and say it.”
“Susheel… Please… fuck me.”
"No, baby. I'm your Krish."
I was stunned to hear him going back to his little fantasy. And it thrilled me to the extent that I wondered if he knew that I would be listening to this. But it didn't take away any pleasure from being part of this. I moaned myself, "oh my Meera, just do it."
And I heard Meera's voice, a soft cry, "Oh, Krish..."
It pleased me like heaven.
"Say it." Desai said again.
"Fuck me, Krish... Please... Fuck me now..."
“How?”
"Damn!" Her voice trembled with anticipation. “Just push it in… and fuck me... I'm begging you, Krish.”
The next thing I heard was the obvious sound of her moaning, the tone shifting with each passing second. It was raw, intense, and filled the room. My mind raced, imagining for a moment that it was me fucking her in that bed. My hand had started moving, jerking my dick.  And before I knew I was on the verge of an ejaculation. I knew it was sooner than I should let it happen. I struggled but I stopped jerking it.
 
But I could not withdraw my mind off it; for my ears were still feeding me the sounds – Desai's heavily charged breathings, the bed squeaks, and more than everything else Meera's suppressed moans as she went on receiving his thrusts deep inside her pussy. And I watched in disbelief as my dick, without being touched, twitched a couple of times and then started shooting white stream of cum in the air. I moaned with pleasure and then let it go. For a few seconds, I was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm.
It took me a couple of seconds further to bring myself back to the reality. And this reality grew thick as my dick became limp and as I went on listening to the sounds. Desai's dick, hard and thick, was piercing my wife, claiming her. Her moans grew louder, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together became clear.
 
With every passing moment, I could tell Desai was inside her body and mind, and she was loving every second of it. My wife, who only a couple of hours ago had looked at me with eyes full of love and hope, avoiding Desai at the wedding like she wanted nothing to do with him… was now losing herself completely in the pleasure of his dick.
Soon the obvious sounds of Desai shifting, repositioning himself, filled my ears.
"This will make it better, baby," I heard Desai assuring Meera. He was placing himself right at that perfect spot in her pussy, the one that must have been driving her crazy. And then, without waiting for her response, he began to fuck her.
“Aaah... aaahhh...”
Meera's gasps reached my ears again, her voice strained but filled with pleasure. It was devastating and breath-taking at the same time – knowing how deeply she was enjoying it, knowing her body was being claimed by him in ways that I once believed were mine alone.
“Oh, baby... this is heaven,” Desai groaned. "Susheel can only dream of this pleasure." He was still playing the role of me, role-playing as me in his twisted fantasy.
His voice stayed calm, steady, even as he continued to slowly thrust into her, delivering each word with purpose.
“Did you see how Susheel was drooling at you, baby? He wanted to grab you right there.”
Meera moaned in response, and I could imagine her nodding, maybe even biting her lip, caught up in his words.
“He was so jealous, did you notice that? He wanted to take you right away from me.”
Desai's words again evoked excitement in me, the way he painted the picture of his own jealousy – as if I wasn’t the one who should be feeling it right now.
“Susheel would be dreaming of doing what I am doing right now. He must be jerking off, imagining pushing his dick into this sweet pussy of yours. But it’s mine, isn’t it? It’s only mine.”
"Yeah... It's yours, Krish. I'm all yours, my love..."
Meera's moans confirmed that she was fully into his game of fantasy.
"Stay away from him, baby. Promise me you'll stay away from him..."
Desai said again.
"Will you be jealous if I slept with him?" Meera asked.
I felt Desai stopped moving. “I die of jealousy when I think about it,” he quipped.
I heard Meera laugh. A soft, light sound, as if none of this was serious. “Susheel, I can’t believe how you watched me dance with Krish today.”
Desai let out a groan. “Oh, baby. That was hell for me. I wanted to grab you away from him right then, bring you here. I can’t tell you what kind of meditation it took for me to sit through that. My God, you’re mine. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Meera laughed again, “don’t tell me… beg me,” she teased.
“You want me to beg you?” Desai’s voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’d love to do that... mmm... oh my God, your lips. Please, allow me to remove this lipstick. Mmm…”
I heard the intimate sound of their lips smacking together, the wet, intimate noise of a passionate kiss. I remembered the thin shade of lipstick that remained on her lips at that time of leaving my room, and I was sure he was going to erase it with his lips and tongue.
“I even feared you’d kiss him,” Desai admitted between kisses. “If you had, I would have been done. Buried. Susheel Desai, died of heartbreak.”
Meera’s laughter filled the room once again.
“Is your heart so fragile?” she asked.
“Anyone’s heart would be fragile if it’s in your possession,” Desai responded.
“So sure that yours is in my possession, huh?”
“Yes, baby. Do I need to beg you to affirm?”
“I would be keen to have you do that.” I heard the smirk in her voice, and then her moaning resumed, louder this time, as Desai’s rhythmic movements resumed, and soon quickened.
“Oh, you are so wet, my baby. You’ve been waiting for this... for me... this moment…”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned, the sound raw and urgent. Desai wasn’t holding back now, and I could hear the bed squeaking, the sharp rhythm of him fucking her harder, faster.
“Mmm… Susheel... aaahhh…”
Her moans were growing louder, more intense, filling the room. The pleasure she was experiencing was evident, and yet, hearing it was both breath-taking and devastating. I couldn’t stop listening, even though each sound was a punch to my gut. My dick had again started growing back to its full size, and I didn't hesitate to grab it. And I straightaway started moving my hand, though slowly. I was glad that I was able to reclaim the thrill.
Desai was panting, “You always make me wait, and you never cease to excite me. What are you, Meera? Where have you been? This moment… this love… Oh my God, your eyes… You have a king and a slave both here in me. Please, choose me.”
“Oh my God… yes… yes… aaah… be my king now. Make me your queen…”
Their voices were filled with lust, and Meera’s moans were suddenly silenced, probably by a kiss, but the bed kept squeaking, the distinctive rhythm of their bodies locked in the act.
Then I heard Desai ask, “Wanna go on top, baby?”
Meera’s voice was breathless. “No, please finish it…”
But Desai persisted, “Please, I beg you, Meera. Ride me…”
There was a brief pause, the sound of shifting, and then I could tell they were changing positions.
“Mmm… grab it… yes…” Desai urged.
The bed squeaks resumed, slower now, but the way she managed to shove his dick back into her pussy without wasting a second told me how hungry she had become, to have it inside her.
“This sight…" Desai's voice. "Krish must have dreamt of this when you rubbed your boobs on him.”
Meera was surprised. “Oh, you saw that?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I wasn’t doing it purposefully,” she defended.
“But you did it.”
“What else did you see?”
“I saw him grabbing your waist, here... and here... and feeling your bum...”
“No, he didn’t touch my bum…”
“He did. I saw. He’s very clever... and subtle…”
“He’s my husband, okay? We aren’t divorced. He doesn’t need to be subtle.”
“Oh really? Come here… baby…” I could hear the sound of him pulling her down, their movements stopping for a moment.
“You’re mine now. Mine alone.”
“Jealous?” Meera teased again.
“Yes… give it to me…”
“What?”
“Come on…”
“Tell me na…”
“Let me taste it. Let me taste your saliva.”
“You know that’s special kinky gift for my husband, no?” she asked, incredulous.
“Mmm… I’m your husband tonight. Give it to me.”
“Ha ha. But you fuck differently.”
“Then spit more.”
“Okay, Romeo… open your mouth. Let me give you the hot stuff…”
“Mmm…”
I heard Desai’s soft moan, like a kid savouring his favourite candy. I knew what had just happened. Meera had spat into his mouth, something she used to do only for me, something that had driven me wild with desire. And now, without hesitation, she gave him the same intimate act for the second time, especially knowing that it was an act she had once reserved only for her husband.
 
He had done the same during their lovemaking on the concert night. He had taken one of the most intimate pieces of our connection, and now it belonged to him.
 
“More, baby. Spit!” Desai urged, his voice thick with excitement.
 
I heard it again – the soft sound of her spitting – followed by a deep, gut-wrenching kiss.
 
Then, the sounds of them moving again, repositioning themselves on the bed, as they prepared for another round.
The intensity of the moment hit me like a punch. I started moving my hand faster again, and the thrill of another round of orgasm took over my body. I didn't try to hold it back anymore. I jerked faster and shot a burst of cum into the air, this time with less intensity compared to the last one. But hell, it was equally satisfying.
 
Meera’s screams had filled the other room and my ears, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Aaah... my God... Aaa... Susheel... Oh God... I’m cumming, baby… mmmm...” Her cries echoed in my ears, taking me back to that night of the concert – when she had been with Desai in our bed. That same raw intensity was in her voice. It crushed me to realize that I had never, and perhaps could never, give her this much pleasure. Desai was delivering what I couldn’t.
Then came the final sounds of their climax. Desai, with a strained groan, pulled out. “Let me pull out, baby, I’m gonna cum so good for you...” His words were followed by a low moan, and I heard Meera’s gasp of surprise as he shot his cum.
“Oh my... haaa... oh my... oh my God...” Her voice was filled with awe. “You’ve given me a shower,” she added, her words heavy with disbelief and perhaps a hint of amusement. I felt he had shot his load on her body, probably on her belly.
"Woo... that was damn... Fucking awesome!" Desai laughed, deeply satisfied. “You deserve it, baby.” He added.
Meera’s voice softened as she commented after a few seconds, “Oh my God, so thick... Now I believe you. You weren’t lying when you said you haven’t had sex for a while.”
Desai's reply had a serious tone, “You’re the last woman I’ve been with... and probably the only one I’ll ever get to be with again.”
Both Meera and I were caught off guard by his words. There was a silence, the air heavy with the weight of his confession.
“Do you need to make such statements?” Meera asked slowly.
“I mean it,” Desai said, his tone steady. “I’m not attracted to other women anymore.”
Meera didn’t respond immediately. Silence prevailed for some time and then Meera spoke, “I don’t know what to say...”
 
I felt they were lying in the bed, their bodies entwined, letting the ecstasy fade naturally. I could hear their breathing, though. I grabbed a cloth and wiped up the mess I had made in my bed. I felt disgusted as I realized I was lying in a pool of my own cum. At the same time, the thought that Desai's cum was probably still drying on Meera's belly devastated me.
 “That was good, wasn’t it?” I heard Desai asking, his voice a low hum.
“Yeah, it feels so fulfilling,” Meera replied, and then added, "But I don’t like that I cheated on Krish.” I thought she was trying to make him believe that I had no role in their sex.
However, Desai’s response shocked me. “Then we should tell him.”
“How?” Meera was equally shocked.
“Just say the truth. Say that you came to talk to me, and I took you to bed. Tell him you couldn’t stop me.”
“I can’t tell him I had sex behind his back. You can’t either. You’d lose his trust.”
“You’re right. But I feel bad keeping him in the dark. It’s one thing if he wouldn’t mind, but we’ve complicated this too much already. We can’t confess what we’ve done; it’s too late.”
“What’s your solution?” Meera asked again.
“Give me some time. I’ll find a way.”
“Okay. But until then, please... no more stupid business.”
"Okay," Desai said. "But I love you."
Meera didn’t reply to his declaration, her silence hanging heavy between them. After a moment, she said she needed to clean up and headed to the bathroom.
It took a while for both of them to return and get dressed. Desai broke the silence first. “Do you regret what happened?”
Meera sighed. “I’d be a hypocrite to say so after having so much pleasure.”
“So you loved these moments?”
“Yes.”
“So we’re seeing each other again?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I will call you.”
“Don’t.”
“I will.”
“No, Susheel. Don’t.”
“I know you’ll take my calls. I’ll call you during office hours.”
“I don’t entertain such stuff at work. You know how busy I am there. Don’t even try.”
“I won’t call every day. I’ll call when I visit.”
“I’m scared, Susheel. This is... No. We shouldn’t meet. It's better if I distance myself from you.”
“But you enjoyed it a lot,” Desai pointed out, his tone almost teasing.
Meera paused for a second before replying. “Seeing you here has become a struggle. I’m subconsciously worried that Krish could hear us, spying on us. He could do anything – drill holes in doors, place a voice or video recorder. There’s no end to these doubts.”
I was stunned to hear her speak her mind to Desai. She was sharing her insecurities about me.
“There’s nothing like that. Krish is alright now,” Desai reassured her.
I was astonished to hear him taking my side. It felt like Desai trusted me more than Meera did.
"You don't know what's on his mind," Meera said again. "He had drilled holes on the doors, hadn't he?"
"Do you think he could place a hidden cam to watch us?"
"I'm saying it's possible. I don't know."
"Then why don't we try to find out? It's easy to figure out."
"How?"
"There are apps for everything; it will take a couple of minutes to find out."
Desai's words panicked me.
Meera went on to express her surprise as Desai proceeded to download an application on his mobile phone. My heartbeats shot up as I heard him say, "It's been installed. See, wait, it'll take a minute to scan this room and find out if Krish is that perverted. Just wait, my baby!"
I didn’t know which application he had downloaded on his mobile. I was sure he was scanning the room to find hidden devices. I didn’t know if it could catch voice recorders. If it could find the presence of my voice recorder, then I was caught. I waited with bated breath.
"See, there’s nothing!" Desai said, and I sighed with relief. "Told you he has no doubt. He will never find out unless you tell him. And I think you should."
It was clear Desai wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to keep me in the dark, possibly because he thrived on the thrill of cuckolding me.
"No, I don’t want to tell him," Meera replied.
It was exactly what I wanted her to tell him because I didn’t want to go back to being a willing cuckold in front of Desai. It was a relief, in a way, but there was still a worry that nagged at me. Even though Meera expressed some resistance to seeing him again, I could sense that she wasn’t entirely against it. That made me nervous.
 
I soon heard Meera bidding him goodnight. She was leaving. I hurriedly shut down my computer and hid my earbuds. Lying still in bed, I realized there was no point in pretending to be asleep.
As soon as Meera opened our bedroom door, I sat up on the bed. I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was nervous excitement, a thrill that was uncontrollable, knowing she had just been completely satisfied by Desai. My heart raced as she approached, her face wearing a shy expression.
Meera looked almost hesitant to face me, like she wasn’t sure how to present it to me. But I knew it well already. She had been fucked, fulfilled in a way I wasn’t sure I could match.
I pretended to remain calm, though I could feel my body reacting to her presence, imagining every intimate detail I’d heard. I welcomed her back like I knew nothing, but the truth of it burned deep inside me. And the thrill – damn, that uncontrollable thrill – was mixed with a growing fear.
“How did it go? What happened? You took so long?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, like I knew nothing.
Meera hesitated for a moment before saying, “Everything. Everything I told you…it happened.”
I waited a moment to think of what to say. "I just guessed. I'm... I mean, I'm just curious how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath before she began speaking, her voice a little shaky, yet calm enough to show she had already made peace with what happened.
"It just… happened. After we started talking, I could sense that things were heading in the wrong direction, but I thought I could handle it. At first, it was just conversation. He talked about old memories, how he’s been thinking about me, and how hard it’s been for him to stay away. I tried to keep things light, remind him that I'm trying to move on and that we're not supposed to cross this line again. But the more we talked, the harder it was for me to stay detached. He was so persistent, Krish. He knows how to play on my emotions, on our past.
At some point, we were sitting so close that I could feel his breath on me. And then he kissed... when he kissed me… I just let him. I don’t know why. Maybe part of me wanted it; maybe I was too caught up in the moment. But once that first kiss happened, everything else followed so quickly. I tried to stop it, but it was like I was frozen. I let him lead, and then before I knew it, we were in bed. And once we got there… I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. I don't even know if I really wanted to stop him at that point."
She paused, her voice dropping slightly. "It now feels wrong, but it felt alright in the moment, and I just… let it happen."
"How about Desai? He must be happy now. Is he happy to see you cheating on me?"
“He wanted me to confess to you about it,” she said, looking at me. “But I declined.”
“You did the right thing,” I replied. "I don't want to be part of this."
“But you were very excited, Krish,” Meera said, looking straight at me. "I can smell the cum on you.”
I froze, embarrassed. I looked away in a flash of sudden shame, but I quickly overcame it and looked at her.
"Yeah, after you left, I couldn't stop the excitement. When you were getting late, I knew what would have happened. I felt you wouldn't entertain me tonight."
Meera stared at me for a moment. "You did the right thing," she said.
Without another word, she went to the washroom to change. When she came back, she crawled into bed beside me, her body warm against mine. I waited, hoping for more confessions, for her to mention the possibility of meeting Desai again. Or at least about him making such a proposal. But nothing. She remained silent, not offering a single word about it.
That silence soon started eating at me, making sleep impossible. As the night wore on, an alarm went off in my head. A thought awakened in my mind. My wife was going to meet Desai again. He was going to visit Pune. He was going to call her. He was going to take her to hotel suites where I could no longer bother them with my spying methods. My brain laid it all out for me, as if the future was unfolding in front of my eyes, and I was powerless to stop it.
With every passing hour, it became clearer that my marriage was slipping away from my hands, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, unless I established myself as a willing partner in this game of lust – happily welcoming Desai to my house whenever he wanted.
That devastating realization was a shocking twist I hadn’t seen coming.

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[juman]

It's a great Episode, Desai has now won the heart of Meera, and Meera has no qualms about cheating on Krish, she does not want him to find out . Desai with his persistence has won the heart of Meera . Her not condoning Krish's masturbation also tells them she has accepted Krish as cuckold and does not respect him. She will cheat behind Krish's back

[abhinay67]

Meera is now feeling like heaven with Desai, and cuckold Krish cannot match the stamina and personality of Desai, Krish is a sweet and obedient guy, and guys like Desai are Alpha personalities. Women like Alpha's personality.
My understanding is Desai is aware of the recorder in the room and he will play that to his advantage. Tryst of Meera and Desai will continue and Meera will cuckold Krish this time. Krish will allow it for Business favors and for fear of losing Meera, just like in Ananaya and her husband's case. Also, it seems far-fetched that Desai will believe Meera about Krish sleeping and unaware of Meera going to Desai's room.

Desai will use these encounters to try to impregnate Meera by using her lust for him. Once he succeeds in impregnating her, Meera will willingly go with Desai.


When is the next update coming Krish?

[Sagar s]

Gzzb update big brother now waiting to see how krrish takes the situation

[RCF]

Lot to read and make sense but another master piece of an episode. Outside it would seem that story did not move much in terms of decisiveness on the stand between the couple and Desai but it has made lot of progress. Author is keeping Meera's real thoughts hidden in all these episodes to keep it interesting until the show down. As expected Desai poured his heart out at first instance of alone time with Meera and I thought Meera will give some glimpse on her feelings but Nada. She is still maintaining her weakness is sex only. She would probably need a catalyst to doubt her love or doubt Krish's love. Would that be Krish's betrayal with Maithrei?

One thing I am certain is Meera will never cheat on Krish again knowingly with out keeping Krish in the loop like outside during work hours but our Krish has misunderstood her intentions in the room and now will invite Desai to his home fearing conspiracy and I am sure Meera will not say no to this but that would be disaster for the couple. Hopefully he asks her in the morning whether Desai asked her to meet again secretly or not. We will know her stand immediately.

[spica308]

Desai knows about recorder.

[Harry Jordan]

Nice update , I like the handling of Krish better in this chapter. He basically is fine with the reality that Desai is the better in bed but also starting to show refusal to become a cuckold. But at the same time , his hands are being forced to become one to avoid Desai taking Meera to other places than their house. Meera too has started to be open about the whole situation and doesn't hide it from Krish anymore which seems like a good sign to Krish. But the bigger question here is Desai , is he still manipulating with his mind to take Meera away from him? Because this chapter showed something interesting about Desai. As much as he wants Meera , he wants Krish as well. More than the thrill of fucking Meera , he wants to fuck Meera in Krish's presence. Desai doesn't want to take Meera away from Krish , he wants to become the bull in their relationship and wants Krish to become a cuckold. That is an interesting dynamic where a wannabe bull cares for the cuckold without any gay stuff.

I actually like that approach because now we think that there is a happy ending that might benefit all three of them , Desai can become the bull and dominate Meera in Krish's presence. But that means Krish will have to accept his cuckold status which he is still against. This draws the men in their turmoil. Plus another factor that is intriguing is does Desai care for Krish? Because after all we know now he wants Krish's presence alongside him. Is it really Desai's manipulation to take Meera from Krish forever since he stated he hasn't been with another woman since her. Judging by the talks between Desai and Meera , its clear Desai's feelings for Meera is clearly sexual , raw sexual thrill, and now he wants Krish to be a part of it. But he wants Krish to actually accept that he is the cuckold but Krish won't accept that. I am really looking forward on how this story progress.

[Paul5]

Nice update , I like the handling of Krish better in this chapter. He basically is fine with the reality that Desai is the better in bed but also starting to show refusal to become a cuckold. But at the same time , his hands are being forced to become one to avoid Desai taking Meera to other places than their house. Meera too has started to be open about the whole situation and doesn't hide it from Krish anymore which seems like a good sign to Krish. But the bigger question here is Desai , is he still manipulating with his mind to take Meera away from him? Because this chapter showed something interesting about Desai. As much as he wants Meera , he wants Krish as well. More than the thrill of fucking Meera , he wants to fuck Meera in Krish's presence. Desai doesn't want to take Meera away from Krish , he wants to become the bull in their relationship and wants Krish to become a cuckold. That is an interesting dynamic where a wannabe bull cares for the cuckold without any gay stuff.

I actually like that approach because now we think that there is a happy ending that might benefit all three of them , Desai can become the bull and dominate Meera in Krish's presence. But that means Krish will have to accept his cuckold status which he is still against. This draws the men in their turmoil. Plus another factor that is intriguing is does Desai care for Krish? Because after all we know now he wants Krish's presence alongside him. Is it really Desai's manipulation to take Meera from Krish forever since he stated he hasn't been with another woman since her. Judging by the talks between Desai and Meera , its clear Desai's feelings for Meera is clearly sexual , raw sexual thrill,  and now he wants Krish to be a part of it. But he wants Krish to actually accept that he is the cuckold but Krish won't accept that. I am really looking forward on how this story progress.

I partially agree with you heres i think Meera wants to be a cuck Krish she encourage him may times rewind your memories in part 2 wheres when she done sex with daas she say him if he masterboot if he dnt must doo

[Givemeextra]

Desai knows about recorder.

Yes, I feel the same

[Harry Jordan]

I partially agree with you heres i think Meera wants to be a cuck Krish she encourage him may times rewind your memories in part 2 wheres when she done sex with daas she say him if he masterboot if he dnt must doo

Yes but in part 2 with Das , Meera was punishing Krish because she was insecure about him. Here it is not the case , this recent chapter basically states that Meera only seeks sexual satisfaction and romantic moments with Desai , but Krish dominates her world because he is her better half in all the aspects of life except in bed. The last chapter basically shows that Desai did roleplay as Krish to make her feel good. Meera doesn't expect Krish to be as good as Desai in bed because she feels contempt that Krish is in her life. The day he isn't is when she will fall apart. She definitely sees Desai as someone that gives her sexual pleasure but Krish is the one she gets the pleasure of life. She is basically saying it clear that without Krish she won't be able to exist.

[Harry Jordan]

Yes, I feel the same

I have a feeling Desai might and he might use that to manipulate Krish into becoming a cuckold. He might just take the route of blackmaling Krish to become a cuckold or else he will take Meera from him by telling her the truth. But there is a whole lot of dynamics playing out now , Meera shows that she loves Krish and she cannot live without him , if she learns the truth and she leaves Krish , that will begin her downfall as a person , she will crumble and fall apart without Krish supporting her. Desai on the other hand doesn't want to take Meera from Krish , because he finds more pleasure in fucking Meera when Krish is around. More than fucking Meera , he wants to dominate Krish as the bull in their marriage. If Krish isn't there , he will see Meera as just another conquest and nothing else. And then there is Krish who despite getting all the thrills a cuckold gets still doesn't want to accept his status as the cuckold. There is a lot of dilema in all of them , and it will all culminate in one point. I really like how the author is building this story now because now the dynamic is very clear. Each individuals wants something but one contradicts the other so this will come in a crossroads soon.

[paki6216]

Awesome Writing........

[Harry Jordan]

After reading the second time , this was definitely the the top 5 best chapter in this story for me because the story is nicely complemented here. Each character dynamic was explored and it definitely sets up for some intriguing scenario and raises the curiosity on how the story will end. Nice work Krish!

[RCF]

This story is giving me jitters. Every character is behaving against their nature and the progress of story is good but no significant milestones, so with 4-5 episodes for end of this series things doesn't seem like they escalated much. Krish confirmed in his message earlier that the story is coming to an end and he has made up his mind about the ending. 90% of readers want happy ending as earlier finish but I thought that was only possible if the couple get separated around episode 43-44 so they will have time to sort out the issues, feelings and insecurities but since they did not part ways now my fear is obviously for the ending that I would hate.

The reason I called this episode as brilliant because it felt like a race between tortoise and Hare fable. Hare always thinks its ahead of the game and game is with its reach and it can win whenever it wants to win.
Tortoise is making steady progress and knows it goal and has plans for everything. It trusts its instincts and believes in being relentless in pursuing the goal and also believes in never give up attitude.
Hare is just complacent that it possess the speed(Marriage & Love) and it can win the race(Meera) and all it needs to do is put the foot down and run but will it run or sleep under the tree(Cuckold nature) thinking speed will save the race and will win it for him.
So we know who is Hare and who is Tortoise here. Unfortunately for this story we thought good side is Hare unlike in the fable but are we sure anymore? Is there any good left in anybody in this tale?

Lines are blurred, morals compromised , feelings out and ugly, desperation at peaks. Who is craving for love here? No one but Desai.

Yes its true..
Meera:
She doesn't care about her love any more, she gave into cravings of her body more and its on her mind all the time. She says when ever Desai is in town she is struggling to face him and forget him but the truth is he is on her mind always whether he is in town or not. Its hurting to even think and imagine Meera like this and this part made her into completely different person, its like she lost herself in this bodily pleasures that life itself has no meaning other than fuck like rabbits all the time.
Nidhi being young is much better or maybe not because Desai is not pursing her so we will never know it. If she has problem with Krish in bed then she should address those issues herself, talk through them and give confidence to Krish. Instead she is fighting her own demons and ignoring the glaring problem which is making her crave for Desai more. This is second instance where we do not know Meera's stand on affair with Desai. Earlier Krish did not ask if she would tell him if he is not at home so we didn't know if she would have kept it secret or not. Now we again are at that crossroads where Krish knows about their secret arrangement but we don't know if Meera will reveal it to Krish or not. Perfect cliffhanger again.
I do not think Author would make Krish invite Desai into the house anymore as it will get repetitive as we saw those 3 under the same house million times so would that mean Meera will cheat Krish outside? If yes then what happened to her love? If that happens then we can come to an agreement that Meera has indeed changed and Desai has become important for her than Krish.

Krish:
Krish is equally messy with his feelings, he is torn between his weakness for fantasies and his fear of losing Meera, Usually one of those should be predominant but in Krish's case he has not control on both of those feelings. When things escalate he gives into his cravings but once he sees or hears something that threatens his position as a husband he regrets. This has been going on this whole part. He is always torn between between his fantasies and fear of losing her. Though it should have stopped the moment he knew Desai is in love with his wife but yet he did not change himself nor he tried to find solution for his wife's obsession. Instead he is still giving into his cuckold nature. People here are mad at waiting for a train to stop at a station that would never come. Krish taking control of his life and taking head on Desai would never happen, Despite knowing that his wife is craving Desai's company more than being with him at this moment we do not see any anguish in him which can kill his dumbness and cucky nature. He is the same man who jerks on his wife's moans from other bedroom. Frankly when I first read the episode where he is hiding in the shelf and he saw that his wife for the first time pat into Desai mouth, I thought he would realize how bad his situation is in his life but now we saw the same thing second time and still he is thinking of inviting Desai to his home so that they don't start meeting outside. What kind of madness drive people into his dumb behavior. Would anybody dare to question him if he walks into that room and drag Desai and throw him out of the house for confessing his love to Meera? Voice recorder is a tiny matter when it comes to Desai pouring his heart out. He should question his wife's intention in giving into Desai's cravings despite knowing that he loves her. She has to decide if she wants Krish or Desai. Of course all this would happen if you are not Krish but alas we only know one krish and he is dumbfuck. He screws himself and he doesn't need anybody for that in his life. Maybe he needs to know more about himself than about his wife.

Desai:
So who here is truly expressing love? Isn't it Desai? Whether its fabricated or genuine at this point we do not care, we only see what Author is trying to show us and its being portrayed as he is a changed man and changed for Meera and desperate for her love, like truly obsessed. There's two possibilities here
1. Lets take a guess that Desai knows about recorder and that's the reason he was taking Krish's side in the bedroom. He was indirectly manipulating krish into thinking that he cares about him and he is not trying to take her away from him, at the same time he is confessing his love for her, making her realize that he is one woman man now and he is extremely jealous of her when she is with krish while our Krish is jerking his wad next bedroom which usually Meera despises. See the glaring difference between the game of Hare and Tortoise. One is always focused on his goal. When will Meera fall for him? He has been making brownie points one meeting after another trying to make an impression that she is everything to him. Meera at one point despite Desai living under same house never gave him a chance because her husband is bedridden and cannot participate in their game , same Meera now talking about meeting outside or keeping affair secret. Isn't she a changed woman?
2. Desai doesn't know about recorder and he genuinely cares about both of them but then what is his plan? He wants Meera for sure and if not like his wife at least like a lover with an arrangement with Krish. What's stopping him from taking Meera away from Krish? is it really his caring about Krish? I do not think so for a second because he said in this episode he is ready to marry her, so then its about the consent from Meera is exactly what's stopping from taking Meera away from Krish. Meera still hangs on to Krish and wants her marriage to work despite her cravings for Desai. So how will Desai triumph that and try to get Meera. His only option is amplify that cravings into desperation.He is doing exactly that and leaving no stone turned when he gets a chance with her alone.He is pushing her to meet again secretly to make her crave for him more and more.

So my fear of the inevitable ending is getting bigger and bigger. We are in 47th chapter and i still with out making it look like unreal, cannot see how Krish and Meera can find answer for Desai in next 4 chapters. Instead couple are giving into their cravings more and more like drug addicts and Hare is still under the tree while tortoise is near the end line.

~RCF

[redarc]

Wow, that was a great update, that had everything, How i wonder if krish become some tech savvy as he is the owner of a reputed security firm with latest spying gadgets and gears so we also get to know along with Krish whats happening between Meera and Susheel in more details... and I wish Meera let make Susheel is husband ...hiding from Krish, and then staying with Susheel for sometimes as her wife.....

Krish you are great writer

[Harry Jordan]

This story is giving me jitters. Every character is behaving against their nature and the progress of story is good but no significant milestones, so with 4-5 episodes for end of this series things doesn't seem like they escalated much. Krish confirmed in his message earlier that the story is coming to an end and he has made up his mind about the ending. 90% of readers want happy ending as earlier finish but I thought that was only possible if the couple get separated around episode 43-44 so they will have time to sort out the issues, feelings and insecurities but since they did not part ways now my fear is obviously for the ending that I would hate.

The reason I called this episode as brilliant because it felt like a race between tortoise and Hare fable. Hare always thinks its ahead of the game and game is with its reach and it can win whenever it wants to win.
Tortoise is making steady progress and knows it goal and has plans for everything. It trusts its instincts and believes in being relentless in pursuing the goal and also believes in never give up attitude.
Hare is just complacent that it possess the speed(Marriage & Love) and it can win the race(Meera) and all it needs to do is put the foot down and run but will it run or sleep under the tree(Cuckold nature) thinking speed will save the race and will win it for him.
So we know who is Hare and who is Tortoise here. Unfortunately for this story we thought good side is Hare unlike in the fable but are we sure anymore? Is there any good left in anybody in this tale?

Lines are blurred, morals compromised , feelings out and ugly, desperation at peaks. Who is craving for love here? No one but Desai.

Yes its true..
Meera:
She doesn't care about her love any more, she gave into cravings of her body more and its on her mind all the time. She says when ever Desai is in town she is struggling to face him and forget him but the truth is he is on her mind always whether he is in town or not. Its hurting to even think and imagine Meera like this and this part made her into completely different person, its like she lost herself in this bodily pleasures that life itself has no meaning other than fuck like rabbits all the time.
Nidhi being young is much better or maybe not because Desai is not pursing her so we will never know it. If she has problem with Krish in bed then she should address those issues herself, talk through them and give confidence to Krish. Instead she is fighting her own demons and ignoring the glaring problem which is making her crave for Desai more. This is second instance where we do not know Meera's stand on affair with Desai. Earlier Krish did not ask if she would tell him if he is not at home so we didn't know if she would have kept it secret or not. Now we again are at that crossroads where Krish knows about their secret arrangement but we don't know if Meera will reveal it to Krish or not.  Perfect cliffhanger again.
I do not think Author would make Krish invite Desai into the house anymore as it will get repetitive as we saw those 3 under the same house million times so would that mean Meera will cheat Krish outside? If yes then what happened to her love? If that happens then we can come to an agreement that Meera has indeed changed and Desai has become important for her than Krish.

Krish:
Krish is equally messy with his feelings, he is torn between his weakness for fantasies and his fear of losing Meera, Usually one of those should be predominant but in Krish's case he has not control on both of those feelings. When things escalate he gives into his cravings but once he sees or hears something that threatens his position as a husband he regrets. This has been going on this whole part. He is always torn between between his fantasies and fear of losing her. Though it should have stopped the moment he knew Desai is in love with his wife but yet he did not change himself nor he tried to find solution for his wife's obsession. Instead he is still giving into his cuckold nature. People here are mad at waiting for a train to stop at a station that would never come. Krish taking control of his life and taking head on Desai would never happen, Despite knowing that his wife is craving Desai's company more than being with him at this moment we do not see any anguish in him which can kill his dumbness and cucky nature. He is the same man who jerks on his wife's moans from other bedroom. Frankly when I first read the episode where he is hiding in the shelf and he saw that his wife for the first time pat into Desai mouth, I thought he would realize how bad his situation is in his life but now we saw the same thing second time and still he is thinking of inviting Desai to his home so that they don't start meeting outside. What kind of madness drive people into his dumb behavior. Would anybody dare to question him if he walks into that room and drag Desai and throw him out of the house for confessing his love to Meera? Voice recorder is a tiny matter when it comes to Desai pouring his heart out. He should question his wife's intention in giving into Desai's cravings despite knowing that he loves her. She has to decide if she wants Krish or Desai. Of course all this would happen if you are not Krish but alas we only know one krish and he is dumbfuck. He screws himself and he doesn't need anybody for that in his life. Maybe he needs to know more about himself than about his wife.

Desai:
So who here is truly expressing love? Isn't it Desai? Whether its fabricated or genuine at this point we do not care, we only see what Author is trying to show us and its being portrayed as he is a changed man and changed for Meera and desperate for her love, like truly obsessed. There's two possibilities here
1. Lets take a guess that Desai knows about recorder and that's the reason he was taking Krish's side in the bedroom. He was indirectly manipulating krish into thinking that he cares about him and he is not trying to take her away from him, at the same time he is confessing his love for her, making her realize that he is one woman man now and he is extremely jealous of her when she is with krish while our Krish is jerking his wad next bedroom which usually Meera despises. See the glaring difference between the game of Hare and Tortoise. One is always focused on his goal. When will Meera fall for him? He has been making brownie points one meeting after another trying to make an impression that she is everything to him. Meera at one point despite Desai living under same house never gave him a chance because her husband is bedridden and cannot participate in their game , same Meera now talking about meeting outside or keeping affair secret. Isn't she a changed woman?
2. Desai doesn't know about recorder and he genuinely cares about both of them but then what is his plan? He wants Meera for sure and if not like his wife at least like a lover with an arrangement with Krish. What's stopping him from taking Meera away from Krish? is it really his caring about Krish? I do not think so for a second because he said in this episode he is ready to marry her, so then its about the consent from Meera is exactly what's stopping from taking Meera away from Krish. Meera still hangs on to Krish and wants her marriage to work despite her cravings for Desai. So how will Desai triumph that and try to get Meera. His only option is amplify that cravings into desperation.He is doing exactly that and leaving no stone turned when he gets a chance with her alone.He is pushing her to meet again secretly to make her crave for him more and more.

So my fear of the inevitable ending is getting bigger and bigger. We are in 47th chapter and i still with out making it look like unreal, cannot see how Krish and Meera can find answer for Desai in next 4 chapters. Instead couple are giving into their cravings more and more like drug addicts and Hare is still under the tree while tortoise is near the end line.

~RCF

I like many of your observations , and it definitely points to the direction of not exactly a happy ending for Krish and Meera as a couple.



Me personally , I wouldn't like the idea of the story ending where the cuckold looses , because lets face it , majority of the story regarding cuckolds have that ending where the partner chooses the better option. Krish is a unique character from them so I am fine with whatever end they choose but as a fan , I want Krish's character to end in a high note. If it is indeed separation I want Krish to find success and a change in goal in life.

But one thing is for certain , if Meera indeed chooses Desai over Krish. It will be the complete undoing of her being since she won't be the same Meera anymore , she is already showing some big changes in herself. She is definitely more infactuated and more involved with Desai than her past lovers. If she chooses Desai , Meera will be dead , she will change completely , and that will be such a dark ending to Krish's character because Krish's love will be ripped apart. Krish has always been an important part in Meera's personality and behavior , take him away and Meera will crumble. And maybe that will trigger Krish to never love again and completely let go off his cuckolding kink and become someone else entirely.

Its weird because I recently watched a movie called Territorio which has the cuckolding theme and the ending in that movie was really depressing because the wife in it leaves the husband and it wasn't a vice choice in that movie either. 

I wouldn't want a sad ending for this , but the signs point that way. But I also felt the same while reading the other story of Atul and Anvita where I thought their marriage was coming to an end and then BAM it turned into a murder mystery. I would be very much surprised if the author does have shocking twists like that in store for us in the future.

[Chandan]

One of the best story I have ever read