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

[DeanWinchester00007]

Honestly my biggest issue with the story rewrite is the constant humiliation from Krish's POV. Its like out of the blue , Krish became this submissive man and obsessed about Meera and Desai screwing each other. I always envisioned that Krish would witness Meera and Desai having sex and after that vision , he will choose love over lust and try to win Meera back in anyway necessary. But the story took the opposite path and Krish has now reduced to a full on cuck and a repressed individual  which has only hurt his character. Krish has become this repressed man that only wants to see Meera and Desai enjoy eachother and that has really ruined the character development of Krish.

In my opinion , this was by far the worst handling of a POV character especially in Part III. The more I read it , the more I feel like I cannot find justification and dynamic in Krish's character despite of him being a POV. In my eyes, this has ruined his character. I was always a fan of the man eventually finding his path but it seems this story doesn't want it and simply is waiting for the end ot the line when the author can create a shortcut and conveniently make the POV character get his happy ending. That doesn't feel like a happy ending to me.

To be honest, I know prefer the original ending even though I hated the idea of Krish reducing himself to a sick puppy to win back Meera. I always hated this kind of regressive characters. I really miss the Krish that manhandled Das and showed him his place. This Krish is just a sick no self respect and completely simping cuckold wimp who at this point is barking and moaning according to Meera's words.

Honestly at this point I don't want him to be with Meera anymore, because I know if they end up together , Krish will once again become Meera's slave and there is no pay off. The whole point of Meera's love for Krish is he is her obedient puppy while Krish's love for Meera is just that she is her queen and he should spend his life servicing her sitting at her feet.

The so called "Meera and Krish are a team" doesn't work anymore because now after all this chapters it just seems it is less teamwork and more about Krish being Meera's obedient lapdog. I hope atleast in the epilogue , Meera does the sensible thing and tell Krish that she doesn't like Krish being this repressed and she herself helps him becoming a better man.

Man, This is what i have been saying . But Bro what happened to your idea of writing different ending , I hope its still in pipeline , I am hoping to read it for comfort if something bad happened to Krish .lol. 

[nooki]

I think the writer will update this story on the event of new year in 2026.

[fuckandforget]

I dont understand why you guys are so worried about being cuck. The pratagonist is cuck. This is the not the first time his wife opening her legs for another man. He also has cheated her without any guilt. They are mutually happy cheating each other and then after making all the matter, they make drama as if they have done a crime and their partner will be get offended etc etc. Again they will do the same thing. This is the story of shameless couple who got confused thinking their feelings for each other as love. No further arguments needed.

[Harry Jordan]

Man, This is what i have been saying . But Bro what happened to your idea of writing different ending , I hope its still in pipeline , I am hoping to read it for comfort if something bad happened to Krish .lol. 

Actually I am planning to write a story of my own , its still in progress since I am almost finishing the base plot. And I am writing this story just on the frustration that there is not enough story that gives justice to the "husband" characters in these themes. So , this will be a fresh story with my idea being a two parter franchise. Each part will have ten chapters in total. And the first part of this saga will end in a slight cliffhanger while the second part will culminate and conclude the story. And I am posting this story here simply because there will more than moderate amount of detailed sex sequences involved and the characters are pretty grey and I feel it would be really cool to have a story like this on this site. Now the inspiration in my mind about this story is my love for movies so there will be some similarities. My idea is to explore a lot of genre with this so my story will not just feature the theme of Adultery , but it will also feature action , drama , emotion , twist , and some graphic violence. I intend to treat this story as a full on Mass Masala Movie type saga with not much thought given to realism and more on cinematic. The more you read the more you'll feel like you're watching a movie. Though it won't be a full on cuckold story , but the concept will might be partially teased and there will be multiple sex sequences and segments that will focus on love , romance, adultery , lust , infidelity etc. I am having fun designing this though writing fight scenes are way too time consuming. When I am done with the first few chapters , I will start a forum and would like to show you all my story telling skills. 


As for this story , I actually wanna see how the next chapter culminates. Only then will I start to think how I want this story to end if the ending doesn't go the way I likes. If I am not satisfied by the ending of this story then I will share it or else I will applaud Krish for writing another good story.

[RCF]

Bro , wrong comparison . 
Not everything will be written buddy lol - Partial agree , My Friend . 

What you are saying is just hypothesis , Aisa bhi to ho sakta hai , waisa bhi to sakta hai , Meera ka perspective samjho , Bor action speaks louder than words and her action speaks much more than any of us can interpret the hidden perspective of her character 
and sorry Man , Nidhi's situation is very different than Meera. Meera knows how desai used nidhi still she is dreaming her life with him , You wrote extensively , step by step Desai plan to split the couple and Meera's knows everything , still she is dreaming her life with him , and not to forget her action of colluding with desai behind his back , if that does not clarify her action i dont know what does , Its liek 48 chapter is not enough to understand her intention .   
 
Man, I can simply show your comment to all how bad one can interpret a story. Maybe I will be proven wrong by Author, but I doubt it based on last ending. This is not speculation or waise bhi hota hai lol…there is proof lying around in all 48 chapters that Meera loves Krish and there is no proof she loves Desai. Ok lets say based on your thinking that actions speak more than words. Show me proof that she is dreaming life with Desai based on your words where in story Meera dreamed about her life with Desai? If she agreed to start an affair behind Krish’s back and going to sleep with Desai is telling you that she is dreaming her life with Desai than can we say Krish dreaming his life with Maithrei? Stop pushing your own perspective as fact lol. In my interpretation. Meera loves only Krish, but she misses certain aspects of perfect marriage that she wants in Krish that includes many things but majorly the level of intimacy or sex that she is looking from Krish and instead of fixing it with Krish she is seeking it from Desai..For good or bad both the couple are responsible for bringing in Desai into their lives..now he is part of their lives. Meera planning to cheat Krish is new to me and we will see how far it goes.  By the way Nidhi’s situation might be different but I was talking about how a woman feels when they have sex with Desai..Guess as I expected you did not get my comparison there.


Man that is the whole point , Meera knows everything about Desai, what he did , what he did to the krish , how he tried to break their relationship , The blackmail , the bang , She knows everything ( Disclaimer :- If she knows , If my memory serves right , I think she knows everything what desai did to Nidhi and Ananya, If she does not then it stupid krish's fault ) . Still she yearn for him , She literally head over heels for him , Just think how much she is in love with the man who actively trying to break her marriage from the start . What more evidence you need here ? 

No she doesn't know Desai is trying to break her marriage. If that is proven to her by Krish then game over for Desai. Meera only knows what Desai mention to her about Ananya..She doesn't know what Krish has experienced with Desai all the time trying to save Ananya. As for Nidhi, I agree in rewritten chapters Author changed this rpe scene in favor of Desai and we are yet to see why

And also If i remember , The word *Slut* is not negative word ,Which i did clarify it earlier when i used this term for meera but thik hai i should clarify every time i used the word Slut for Meera ., I used the word as synonym for HOTWIFE , but due to Cheating nature of Meera i think Slut is better but not in way to demean the character , i always said Meera with desai is not wrong thing, I always said Meera also deserved her happiness and she is also a person who deserve to make decision for her  , Its the cheating that I object and hiding her intention and her true feeling for desai from Krish. Why you cant see that as her growing up finally accepting she loves Desai . Does not it count as character growing , why its going back to krish is the only way for meera's character redemption arc . . and Krish moving away from Meera is not redemption arc , Thats not redemption . Thats just simple ending for Krish . Redemption would be something as Beat the shit of Desai and Also stand up to Meera and confront her . Here its just simple wish , Krish just to leave everything and move on with her life without Meera . 
True agreed if Meera loves Desai then I agree to your point that its natural progression though forced from chapter 41 on our minds by Author..but my point is its not proven yet that she loves Desai. Like I said earlier cheating behind Krish’s back cannot be interpreted as her loving Desai more than Krish. My point is simple, if readers can see Krish cheating Meera with Ananya, Ankita and several other characters like Parvathi, Nidhi and can say that Krish has unconditional love towards Meera in this whole series and Why would you say Meera is dreaming her life with Desai when she sleeps with Desai? Why can’t it be just a mirror image of Krish? Krish is seeking sex from Maithrei..Maybe Meera is only seeking sex from Desai? Why should she end up with Desai? Where is the proof that she loves Desai more than Krish? Of course I can be proven wrong since the story has not ended yet but at least based on last ending my theory is 99% closer than your theory. You can go back and see that ending before even Nidhi came to confess, Meera chose Krish over Desai. So stop pushing your biased perspective of how you interpret sex outside marriage as love on one side for Krish while there is no love on other side for Meera. That’s unfair. Hence as far as it goes so far..unless its proven Meera has fallen in love with Desai and she now cares more for Desai than Krish Meera going back to Krish makes more sense than your redemption arc of settling with Desai. Love is what matters the most in this story and nothing else.


And again why are you seeing the Meera and Desai relationship as something bad thing , Yes Desai is horrible character but after 48 chapters dedicating to him, Making him central character from side character , Having Meera totally crushing on him , Cheating on her husband , Doing everything to please him , teasing him , craving him , missing him , feeling so torment without him , feeling fear to embrace her true feeling for desai , Man then you are saying Meera ending with Desai is something forcible writing . Thats how story is progressed , not ending them together will be forcible ending . 
Its like Meera is jumping on desai dick throughout the story , then suddenly , you know I love my husband lets get back together and live happy life . lol .
Chapter 1 to 48 :- Meera jumping on desai dick 
Chapter 51 :- Meera suddenly remembers that she loves Krish , and then couple lives happily after . 
you see my point , It would be waste of 48 chapters . Desai is changed man , and Meera is changed women , Both of them deserve each other . Krish needs to get out and accept this , The more he fight for Meera , the more he looks desperate and the more he lose. 
Dude, think beyond sex..I cannot emphasize more than that. If Dick riding is only factor and craving sex with Desai is only a factor than this story would have ending back in some chapter 35-40. Like I said many times and I keep repeating it, Sex is not measure in this story to decide who should end up with whom.
Desai is not changed man, he was forcibly changed in chapter 42 lol , we are yet to see why that was done so I won’t give up and keep my hopes intact. Hope the purpose that he was changed from bad to good is not for him getting Meera.


Okay so now you need written proof , but want others to understand the unwritten perspective of Meera , Meera's imaginary torment of having wonderful sex with her future husband Desai . lol . 
Again man apple and oranges . Krish and Meitrei hookup is one night stand. Krish is not missing her , Krish is not thinkng about her , Krish is not going behind meera's back to fuck meitrei , but To be Honest , This will be good escape for Krish , if He also feels same for meitrei as Meera feels for desai and then its gonna be interesting. And again there 48 chapters Focused on Meera and Desai intimacy their confession of love , but you need one line *I LOVE YOU* as last proof . What about her special spitting thing only reserved for her sweet husband , okay flow flow me ho gya hoga . lol .
and then you are saying even if she confesses her love it wont mean anything . What exactly you are looking for ? Is meera getting pregnant by Desai , will be something consider as solid proof that she loves Desai . lol ( Pun intended )

Yes I want written proof that she loves Desai more than Krish..so far in this story its not established anywhere..even if we consider all the cravings ,torments and even the frustrations when she sees Desai is considered. We do not know if its love or not. For you its might be love then fine. For me it won’t prove that its love for Desai, it could be pure lust or maybe she has developed feelings for Desai but nothing compared to her love for Krish. When I said even if she confesses love for Desai doesn’t mean anything means “ Her love for Krish is far greater than her love for Desai” She developed feelings for Desai then its fine, happens when you  share bed with a person for extended period of time and no Krish and Maithrei is no different. If they continue affair for like you said 48 chapters they will end up same as Desai and Meera. Even then if Krish still loves Meera and also has feelings for Maithrei, I can accept that but doesn’t look like you can accept something like that..so its not apples to oranges.

But Why, Krish can marry with any unmarried women , Why do you assume that krish will marry with married women . 

Oh yes any new character is fine..I was only talking about existing characters in this story.

Why Its so hard to accept that Meera and Desai ending up together will be not good ending .  Are thik hai Desai rapist hai par usne apne driver ko ghar kharid ke diya hai . lol . Krish himself said Desai is not bad Man , and He is good for meera . Desai can be change Meera will fix him . and also Whatever desai did He did in order to get Meera , If you compare he did put more effort for Meera than Krish ever did .lol . 
I won’t even comment here after your acceptance of r*pe and saying its fine. If he did everything to get Meera doesn’t mean his sins are erased overnight. Maybe it will be for Meera according to Author but for readers it shouldn’t. Because if it does then you are endorsing its ok to blackmail and r*pe as long as Desai can eventually make them crave for him and interpret it as not r*pe. That’s ethically wrong on so many levels.  


and also I am making completely out of blue bullshit accusation against you  :- You hate Krish , You hate krish so much you want Meera and Krish to end up together , So when desai moved out , Meera will manipulate Krish again , then Its either Piyush or Ashish she is gonna fuck and Krish will again end up hiding in cupboard and wank. This way Krish torment cycle continues . lol  [img=21x21]file:///C:/Users/chall/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.png[/img]  While Meera keeps on enjoy her Slutty Nature .  

Haha I wish that were true but it’s not. I like Krish more than you can think I do. His life only turned bad after Desai came..earlier its not that bad. Love was never a problem between the couple. I do not believe this story has started as manipulation or who is the culprit. As long as couple love each other and spend time together and how ever they want spend their life together its not torment for them…open communication is all it takes and that needs fixed rest all is all already OK if we remove Desai from equation.



 ~RCF

[RCF]

Honestly my biggest issue with the story rewrite is the constant humiliation from Krish's POV. Its like out of the blue , Krish became this submissive man and obsessed about Meera and Desai screwing each other. I always envisioned that Krish would witness Meera and Desai having sex and after that vision , he will choose love over lust and try to win Meera back in anyway necessary. But the story took the opposite path and Krish has now reduced to a full on cuck and a repressed individual  which has only hurt his character. Krish has become this repressed man that only wants to see Meera and Desai enjoy eachother and that has really ruined the character development of Krish.

In my opinion , this was by far the worst handling of a POV character especially in Part III. The more I read it , the more I feel like I cannot find justification and dynamic in Krish's character despite of him being a POV. In my eyes, this has ruined his character. I was always a fan of the man eventually finding his path but it seems this story doesn't want it and simply is waiting for the end ot the line when the author can create a shortcut and conveniently make the POV character get his happy ending. That doesn't feel like a happy ending to me.

To be honest, I know prefer the original ending even though I hated the idea of Krish reducing himself to a sick puppy to win back Meera. I always hated this kind of regressive characters. I really miss the Krish that manhandled Das and showed him his place. This Krish is just a sick no self respect and completely simping cuckold wimp who at this point is barking and moaning according to Meera's words.

Honestly at this point I don't want him to be with Meera anymore, because I know if they end up together , Krish will once again become Meera's slave and there is no pay off. The whole point of Meera's love for Krish is he is her obedient puppy while Krish's love for Meera is just that she is her queen and he should spend his life servicing her sitting at her feet.

The so called "Meera and Krish are a team" doesn't work anymore because now after all this chapters it just seems it is less teamwork and more about Krish being Meera's obedient lapdog. I hope atleast in the epilogue , Meera does the sensible thing and tell Krish that she doesn't like Krish being this repressed and she herself helps him becoming a better man.

Partially agree on Krish's character losing purpose from rewritten chapters and he needs to find his way back to prove it to Meera that Desai is not as good person as she is interpreting but beyond that I do not think Krish became a puppy or lapdog serving Meera at her feet. That interpretation is totally wrong. 
When you write a cuckold story its apparent that husband is always a third person in the context because another main lead takes his place for temporary needs..though every one would like husband to regain and achieve redemption.Where i differ with you, Krish separating with Meera and ending on a high note whether with some other woman or financially is your representation of redemption but for me redemption is claiming back what truly belongs to him and show Desai that all his efforts for 48 chapters to take Meera away from him are all in vain. That's my hero moment for Krish than going into oblivion and ending with with some unknown female with whom we do not have any connection.
If Krish and Meera end up together then yes games might start again but this time since they defeated lust with love, their love will flourish. They can start a family and together make an effort to evolve beyond cuck nature and its complications.

[urb0nd]

amazing update till now

[amzad2004]

Actually I am planning to write a story of my own , its still in progress since I am almost finishing the base plot. And I am writing this story just on the frustration that there is not enough story that gives justice to the "husband" characters in these themes. So , this will be a fresh story with my idea being a two parter franchise. Each part will have ten chapters in total. And the first part of this saga will end in a slight cliffhanger while the second part will culminate and conclude the story. And I am posting this story here simply because there will more than moderate amount of detailed sex sequences involved and the characters are pretty grey and I feel it would be really cool to have a story like this on this site. Now the inspiration in my mind about this story is my love for movies so there will be some similarities. My idea is to explore a lot of genre with this so my story will not just feature the theme of Adultery , but it will also feature action , drama , emotion , twist , and some graphic violence. I intend to treat this story as a full on Mass Masala Movie type saga with not much thought given to realism and more on cinematic. The more you read the more you'll feel like you're watching a movie. Though it won't be a full on cuckold story , but the concept will might be partially teased and there will be multiple sex sequences and segments that will focus on love , romance, adultery , lust , infidelity etc. I am having fun designing this though writing fight scenes are way too time consuming. When I am done with the first few chapters , I will start a forum and would like to show you all my story telling skills. 


As for this story , I actually wanna see how the next chapter culminates. Only then will I start to think how I want this story to end if the ending doesn't go the way I likes. If I am not satisfied by the ending of this story then I will share it or else I will applaud Krish for writing another good story.

Pls don't include any old man or low class servant as sex partner in your story. Sex adventure with the old man is not erotic, it is boring, pathetic and represented cruel reality. And with the low class servant is at most unrealistic reality. Pls kind enough to consider these points.

[Santhosh Stanley]

The episode where krish hiding witness the love making of susheel and meera and leaking in his pant, he did not express any anger for his wife cheating from behind. So he does not deserve any respect or pity.

[abhinay67]

Krish ,let us know the approximate date of update

[Santhosh Stanley]

Like someone rightly said earlier, This is a story of Bitch wife and Bastard husband.

[Harry Jordan]

Pls don't include any old man or low class servant as sex partner in your story. Sex adventure with the old man is not erotic, it is boring, pathetic and represented cruel reality. And with the low class servant is at most unrealistic reality. Pls kind enough to consider these points.

Don't worry , majority of the sex parts are between men and women in their 30s and maybe some teenagers. So everyone physically involved will be in the same age and legal. Old men are present in the story but they all have supporting roles , some as protagonists and some as antagonists. I hope everyone likes it because this will be my first attempt in story telling.

[krish_999]

Chapter - 49

 
I lay motionless under the bed, the coldness of the floor seeping into my skin. My plan was starting to feel like a waste of time. The silence in the apartment only made my thoughts spiral further into doubt.
 
Then I heard it – a faint click. My breath caught, and my heart raced. The front door opened, and I heard Desai’s voice along with the sound of the door closing.
“Finally, my lady!”
 
There was the soft thud of items being placed down – perhaps his bag.
“Come over here, Meera. Welcome home.”
His voice carried an unmistakable confidence, the kind that seemed to claim ownership of any space he entered. It carried easily through the quiet house and reached me, as I had left the door open. In fact, I had left the doors in all the rooms open to avoid suspicion.
“This isn’t your house, Desai,” Meera replied, her tone playful. “It’s my house.”
“Well then,” Desai countered smoothly, ““shouldn’t you be the host? Aren’t you supposed to welcome me properly?
 
I couldn’t see them – just the faint shuffle of their feet on the tiled floor and the occasional creak of movement as they moved around.
“And how exactly should I welcome you, Mr. Desai?” Meera asked, her voice filled with mischief.
 
I couldn’t help but wonder how she was feeling. I hated to think she wasn’t nervous. Subconsciously, I wanted her to carry some sense of remorse for what she was doing.
 
“How do you think?” Desai replied, his tone teasing yet firm. “I’m your guest, Meera. Make me feel at home.”
“Fine, Mr. Guest. How do you want me to welcome you?”
 
I heard a soft laugh from Desai. Then he spoke, “I could think of a few ways…” His voice trailed off, heavy with implication. “Aah-huh! And what if I don’t oblige?” Meera challenged, but her tone was playful. “Then I’ll just have to make myself at home,” he said. Then there was a pause, followed by nothing.
Nothing?
 
No, there was a faint rustling – the sound of clothes shifting – and then a soft, unmistakable silence. It was a familiar kind of silence, and I knew what was happening. They were kissing. I heard Desai’s voice cut through the muffled sounds of their kiss. “I’ve missed you.” Meera let out a breathless laugh. “I can tell.” “Let’s go,” Desai said, his tone low, commanding, and certain. But Meera replied, “Let me show you the house first. You came all the way from Bangalore to see it, didn’t you?” I could hear a soft chuckle from her. She knew what Desai wanted, and she was just toying with him. I knew it would only make him more desperate. Hungry. Aggressive when he finally gets to shove his dick into her pussy. Which he eventually would.
 
Meera guided Desai through the house quickly, showing him the bedrooms first and then the kitchen. When they reached the master bedroom where I was hiding, I couldn’t see much – just their feet stepping into view. My pulse quickened, and I barely dared to breathe.
 
I was beneath the farthest end of the bed, leaving me just a few inches of visibility to the space outside.
“This must be the master bedroom,” I heard Desai say. I could imagine him staring at the bed. Meera mentioned there were no bed sheets in any of the rooms. When she said it needed cleaning, Desai remarked that it looked tidy.
“I’ll show you the kitchen,” Meera said, leading him out quickly.
 
After the kitchen, they returned to step out onto the balcony from the main hall. I heard Meera calculating the distance between her office and mine compared to this house and our present one. They kept talking for a while.
Desai remarked that the house was more spacious than her current one and suggested she should move in.
When Meera suggested that she would show him the other bedrooms, Desai replied, “I guess I’m done seeing the house, for now.”
Then I heard it – a faint shift, a rustle of fabric, followed by Meera's soft giggle, which soon turned into a burst of laughter.
Soon, Desai’s feet re-entered my view in the room. But I could only see his feet.
It took me a moment to piece everything together and understand what was happening.
Meera wasn’t walking. Desai's footsteps echoed firmly on the floor, and after a wasted moment searching for Meera’s feet beside him, it struck me – he was carrying her. The realization hit me: my wife was in his arms.
 
For a moment, my heart sank at the realization that it was happening. My wife had not only met Desai, but she was now going to sleep with him. But in the next moment, I knew there was nothing to be surprised by, as I had already known it. There was nothing new in this; it was just a repetition of my past.
 
I shifted my head slightly to the centre of the bed area to catch a glimpse of my wife, but I could only see the tip of her dress hanging in front of Desai. The faint noises they made painted a vivid picture in my mind. Meera was sitting on his waist, her legs wrapped tightly around him, her arms likely circling his neck. I could almost sense the urgency in the way she clung to him, her weight fully supported by his strong hands.
And they said nothing, because their lips were attached to each other’s.
 
The tiny sound of their kissing was nonstop and unapologetically urgent. I heard Desai let out of soft grunt as he walked steadily towards the bed. My view was limited to Desai’s feet – they stopped near the bed, and I heard Meera laugh softly, her voice relaxed and teasing in a way that I quickly remembered how she always behave with him.
“This place feels so freeing,” she said, her tone light. “It’s so different from…you know.”
“You mean your home?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Here, there’s no need to worry. No one watching. No one listening.”
If only she knew.
Desai chuckled. “Well, it’s a big house. Spacious. Comfortable. Perfect for a weekend getaway…or for moments like this.”
She giggled again. “I’ll give you the full house tour, I promise. But not now.”
“Yeah…” Desai said. “I know exactly what you want, baby. And I came here to give you just that.”
Her laughter softened into something more intimate. “Are you going to keep me like this until evening, or are you planning to throw me onto the bed at some point?”
“Throw you onto the bed?” he teased. “We’re not in a rush. Let’s take it slow. This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment, just you and me, away from everything. Free to give each other all the attention we deserve.”
There was a soft thud as he placed her feet gently on the floor. I saw Meera's toes almost touching Desai’s.
“Let’s make it a romantic date… a memorable one,” he said.
“Memorable sounds good to me,” Meera's voice was filled with anticipation. Then she added, “Where’s my gift?”
“It’s here,” Desai said in a lower voice.
“Mmm…hmm…!” Meera's reply was another giggle. “Really?”
“Yes… you can have it.”
I couldn’t see anything, but I heard her say again, “Okay….” And followed by a shuffle of movement. Her feet shifted backward, and then, her knees touched the floor. I saw the hem of her dress dropping gently around her knees. The fabric pooled softly on the ground around her.
A quick, hurried sound of a zipper being pulled down followed. My heart stopped.
The metallic clink of a belt being unbuckled was next, accompanied by Desai’s soft gasp of encouragement. I could imagine Meera's excitement from the pace she was undressing him.
Then, suddenly, Desai said, “Baby, wait. I need to wash up first. Took a piss during the flight."
"I won’t mind that," Meera replied readily.
I froze. My stomach twisted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She won’t mind that?
And I realized in that moment – her desperation, her willingness to accept him, no matter the circumstances. How could she be so eager, so open?
I couldn’t help but feel sick with jealousy. I had spent years with Meera, yet here she was, throwing herself at him with such ease and desperation.
A moment later, I heard it – the wet, unmistakable sound of her lips taking him in. I felt she must have felt the stinking taste of his piss when she took him into her mouth. It was disgusting for me to think about but it didn’t stop Meera from expressing the love Desai was seeking from her. Slow at first, then more confident, the rhythm of her movements picking up as she started sucking his dick.
As Meera began, Desai's voice broke through the tension. "Did you miss me?" he asked, "Did you wait for this, baby?"
Meera paused for a moment and then freed her mouth to speak. "At first, I wasn’t thinking about it," she admitted softly. "But after agreeing to meet you... it became harder to wait. So…yes... You’ve been on my mind."
“Sounds sweet.” Desai said.
The wet sounds of Meera’s mouth moving back and forth on his dick filled my ears again, accompanied by the occasional hum of satisfaction from Desai. Within a few minutes of their arrival, the atmosphere in the room had become charged with lust. I could hear Meera moaning faintly, as if she were savouring every moment, and I sensed that there was clearly no attempt to hide her excitement this time. My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage, each beat louder than the last, drowning out my thoughts.
I wanted to see her. The itch to move closer, to stretch my neck just a little and catch even a fleeting glimpse of what she was doing, was growing. But the fear of being caught kept me still in my place. I couldn’t risk it. Not now, I said myself.
Desai’s voice broke through the sounds of the movements. “God, Meera, your tongue…” he groaned. “The way it moves around the head – it’s unreal.”
A faint giggle escaped her lips, muffled by her efforts. Then she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice laced with satisfaction. “I love it. The gift. It’s…perfect.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of jealousy coursing through me. My stomach churned as I realized how much she adored pleasing him, how freely she expressed it. There was no hesitation, no shame. Just pure desire.
Desai groaned again, clearly overcome with pleasure. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “It’s all yours, baby.”
I gritted my teeth, burying my jealousy deep within me. My fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to move, to make any sound that would betray my presence. All I could do was lie there, helpless, as the woman I loved continued worshipping Desai's dick. I heard the sound of Meera biting his skin with her lips, pulling it back, and then letting out occasional sighs. I felt she was sucking his balls. His pants had dropped down to his ankles, and I caught a glimpse of his black underwear, too.
I then Desai’s deep voice cut through. “Come on, get up,” he said warmly. There was a rustling noise as Meera stood, and almost immediately, their mouths found each other again. The sound of their kissing filled the room, louder now, more intense, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Desai’s chuckle followed. “I’m thirsty for a gift too,” he teased.
Meera’s voice, breathy and full of playfulness, answered him. “I am the gift. You can take me.”
He laughed. “I’d love to have you…bit by bit.”
The bed creaked as he sat her on the its edge.  I couldn’t see them clearly, only their feet shifting positions. Meera's feet were facing away from the bed, facing Desai’s. He freed his right leg from his crumpled pants that remained at his ankles and lifted it, bending it to rest his knee on the edge of the mattress. The sound of their kissing continued.
Until Desai stopped and said, “I’m gonna taste you.”
Meera's reply was quick, “Why just taste? Eat me, baby.”
Her words, filled with desire and a sense urgency to surrender to him, pierced through me like blade that it gave me a sense of goosebump. My wife was so willing, so eager to be taken. It was as if she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in him, to let him consume her completely.
I heard the sounds of her soft clothes shifting, and then Meera giggled. “Pervert darling, come on – take it.”
“Yeah… I’m gonna do that.”
Desai said, and then it fell – her pantie, landing on the floor just inches from where I lay. I stared at the light green colour pantie, my breath catching in my throat with anticipation.
Before I could fully process what was happening, Desai knelt on the floor, his pants still crumpled at his left ankle. He bent further down, presumably to position his head between her thighs. And as his waist lowered to rest on his ankles, I was left to face his naked thighs. My eyes drifted upward, and to my shock and disgust, I caught a glimpse of his dick. It was pumped up, thanks to the oral worship it had received from my wife. I looked away for a moment, feeling sick, but the sounds brought me back to look straight at it. I had seen it before but not this close, and this time it intimidated like no before. It was not standing up fully, but it was still grown fully to give me the glimpse of the veins on it, and its head was shining, either from the wetness of it, or by the saliva from my wife’s mouth. I couldn’t believe how my wife could take it into her mouth, despite knowing that he hadn’t washed it after taking a piss probably two hours ago. I looked at it like a piece of horror; at the same time, I knew my wife had looked at it with absolute awe just a few minutes ago. I couldn’t believe the audacity of my own fate that left me in positions like this.
 
Desai had buried his head between her legs, and Meera’s legs soon disappeared from my view, presumably lifted into the air. I heard a soft moan from her, very soon.
“Mmm….”
I knew it was the response to the first touch of her pussy by his tongue. She moaned again, and again, as Desai started licking her. Meera's gasps were soft at first, and then became louder, filled with unmistakable pleasure.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Every sound, every gasp, every moan was a fresh wound. She was giving herself to him in a way that left no doubt of her desire, her need for him. She was entirely his at that moment, and I was powerless to do anything but lie there and endure it.
After a few seconds, Desai paused, “you’re already wet; you know that?”
Meera didn’t hesitate. “I’ve been like this since morning.”
I was stunned by the level of her audacity and boldness to admit the desire she had for him. The confidence to accept it, and the desire in her tone, were simply devastating. It wasn’t just about physical attraction; it was her surrender, her eagerness to be consumed by him. But I knew there was more to come.
“God, I love hearing you say that. You’re something else, you know that?” Desai said with utmost satisfaction.
“You make me so,” she replied, her voice becoming a whisper. Desai silently went back to licking her pussy, and Meera's thickened gasps told me how much she loved it.
“Aaah…aaaah…mmm…”
Either by the fact that there was nothing else for me to see or simply dominated by the view of it, I couldn’t look away from Desai's dick that was now getting more erect. It was not hanging downward anymore. My throat went dry as I felt it was a gun pointed at me, questioning my authority to be there. The skin around its head had moved back completely, and I saw the pee hole at the end of it, looking at it I couldn’t think of anything else other than that it would soon be going inside my wife’s pussy and spurting cum.
Meera was more and more drenched in the pleasure of things, as he kept eating her pussy. At times, I even heard the sound of him biting and stretching her pussy lips, making her giggle and gasp.
Desai then brought his right hand to caress his dick, and he ran his fingers along it, circled around it, as if to feel the growth. I knew he would be thinking of shoving it into my wife’s pussy. It had already become a monster, its girth making me subconsciously worry about the pain he would cause while pushing it inside her, stretching her married pussy beyond its capacity.
“I can't wait any longer. I need you now, baby" he said and stood up quickly. I watched his feet as he slipped his pants off his left foot, and discarded it on the floor beside Meera's panty. There was a moment of silence before Meera’s answer came, breathless and full of anticipation. “I’m ready, Susheel.”
“You’re incredible,” Desai said, then there was a shift, a sound of movement as he placed his right knee on the edge of the bed, and Meera soon gasped softly. I could hear the little struggle they shared while he pushed his dick into her. My whole body stiffened as I realised that my wife’s pussy was being stuffed by another man’s dick just a few inches away from me. I had seen it already many times in my life before, but nothing felt as close as this.
“It feels great, baby” he said, his voice rich with satisfaction. "Your expression," he murmured, "when I push it inside you, it's even more satisfying than the act itself. It's so beautiful... you’re so beautiful. I don’t want to forget these moments."
Meera responded, "It’s yours," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "Take it, baby."
“How do you feel?”
“I feel…” Her voice trembled, full of emotion. “Full. It’s perfect.”
“It seems like we’re perfect for each other. My dick fits perfectly inside you. We are made for each other, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” Meera whispered, going with the flow.
“I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like we were meant to be together in every way.” Desai went on, “Do you feel the same level of fulfilment with Krish?”
Meera paused for a moment, and then broke my heart. “No.”
“I should have met you before he did. I wish I had, baby.”
Meera laughed softly.
“I’ll go slow. I want this to last.” Desai said.
“Oh, yes,” she replied with a moan. “Mmm….”
I heard the sound clearly as Desai pulled back, and then he pushed again, to derive another soft cry from Meera. “aaaah…”
Desai placed his right foot down, and then leaned forward to move back and forth for a couple of times. That was all it needed before Meera cried out, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “Oh my God,” she cried. “mmm…. Susheel….mmmm… I’m… I’m coming….!”
I was stunned by the response from Meera. Or I was stunned by the realisation that how easy it was for him to make her cum.
Meera though quickly regained her normal breath. “What have you done to me, Susheel?”
Desai responded tenderly. "It’s great to know you’ve been waiting for me."
“I’ve never waited for you like this… because it was the first time when I knew we were surely going to be intimate... like this. From Wednesday noon I knew we were going to meet…so it was all in my head. Even when I was in bed with Krish, you know… I was thinking about it.”
Meera's revelation was a stunning jolt to my psyche. It was something that I had always been suspicious about, and to hear from Meera that all those doubts were true, was felt like a knife passing through me, killing any sense of hope I had been unknowingly clinching onto.
“I’m keen to live up to the expectation today, baby.” Desai said.
Desai said and lowered himself to the bed to kiss her. He kissed her until it choked her. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fill your pussy with lots of cum.” His voice was menacingly brutal, as he whispered.
“I’ve come prepared for that. I have a pill,” Meera revealed out of the blue.
“I was going to ask you about it. I don’t have condoms.”
“I knew you wouldn’t bring.”
“So you bought it for us?”
“Mmm… not particularly for us. I had sex with Krish on Wednesday, and it ended up being a little unplanned… you know. So, I bought it, but I haven’t taken it yet because I didn’t want to take another one after today.”
Meera’s revelation underscored just how much preparation she had put into this tryst with Desai. She had kept the pill unused, fully aware she would need it after this. She had anticipated everything that was happening today. The pill works for up to three days after having sex, so one pill would be sufficient to protect her from pregnancy from both her husband and her lover.
“Oh, Krish…! Lucky my bro. Did he fuck you well, baby?” Desai asked.
Suddenly I was the centre of their discussion.
“Jealous?”
Meera giggled.
“Got to be jealous. The man doesn’t have to wait this long, does he?”
“Yeah,” Meera giggled again.
“It’s good that you’ve thought about this and kept the pill.” Desai said. “Because I’ve been longing for this. It’s gonna be huge. I’ll have to fuck you really hard, Meera. And you’re gonna love it, baby.”
“I love getting your huge ones,” Meera. She was excited about being filled with his huge load, and she wasn’t shy about revealing it.
“That’s my girl,” Desai said joyously.
It was impossible to ignore the boldness in Meera’s tone, a stark contrast to the uncertainty I had come to feel in my own marriage. She wasn’t just admitting how much she craved Desai – she was embracing it. She wanted him, and she wasn’t afraid to say it. The connection they shared felt deeper than anything I had with her. It wasn’t just physical – it was emotional, too. They were in sync, as though their worlds had aligned in a way that felt foreign to me. The way they spoke, the ease with which they laughed, how they fulfilled each other’s needs – it made my hidden position even more unbearable.
With every breath, every playful word, I was reminded of how far I had been pushed out of her world. She wasn’t just pushing me aside physically but emotionally, too. Desai had claimed something of hers that I couldn’t.
I felt the jealousy twist in my chest, but it was more than that – it was a sense of loss, of being left behind. It wasn’t just about what I wasn’t giving her; it was about how right everything seemed for them and how everything had gone so wrong for me.
"I know, baby," Desai’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and soothing. Then I watched his feet disappear from view as he climbed onto the bed. Only his clothes and her pantie remained on the floor.
Meera soon welcomed his dick back into her pussy, and this time her breathing was more urgent, as Desai began to move faster from the word go. The bed creaked under their movements, and the sound of his dick moving in and out of her wet pussy filled the room, making it harder for me to stay still in my hiding place.
“Isn’t it what you wanted, baby?” Desai asked, without stopping.
“Yes,” Meera breathed.
“Did you miss this moment?”
“A lot,” Meera said.
Desai paused for a moment, then asked, “Did he fuck you yesterday too?”
My heart clenched. He was talking about me.
“No.”
“So it was day before yesterday.”
“Yes…”
“Did you come?” he pressed.
“No,” she said, the honesty in her voice striking.
“So it doesn’t count, then,” Desai concluded.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t,” she agreed, almost wistfully.
The bits of their conversation stung more than I expected. Each word carried a weight that felt too heavy to bear, revealing cracks in the bond I thought Meera and I shared. It wasn’t just what they were doing – it was what they were saying. Every laugh, every tease, every casual mention of us was like a knife piercing into my heart. I wondered if Meera loved feeding Desai's curiosity so much that she wouldn’t mind ridiculing our relationship.
The pace at which Desai plunged into her pussy only increased after their moments of verbal intimacy. Meera's gasps grew louder with his rhythm and soon shifted into familiar cries of pleasure. The sound of the bed squeaking, his dick sliding in and out of her molten pussy, and Meera’s moans combined to fill the room with noise. It wasn’t just fucking; it was an intense invasion of a married woman’s body, splitting not just her physically but severing any attachment she might have felt to her husband. With each thrust, she surrendered to his power, his will, and his vigor, making it feel as though she might never return to the realization that she was married.
 
Desai kept readjusting his position, but he didn’t deviate from the missionary pose throughout their lovemaking. With each pause, the intensity of Meera's soft cries grew. At times, her voice was muffled by his kiss, but the sound of their movements never ceased. I couldn’t help but think he was determined to make her climax again.
They were so consumed by the act that I felt an urge to risk a glance at what was happening. The last time I had seen them together like this was two months ago on the concert night. Since then, all I’d had were the sounds – muffled, distant, and haunting. "The thought that I might leave this moment with nothing but the sight of their feet, despite being just inches away, pushed my desperation to take the risk
I slowly shifted the cartons shielding me, careful not to make a sound. Dragging my body forward on the floor, I positioned myself closer to the edge of the bed. Tilting my head sideways, I cautiously peeped out.
The first thing I saw was Desai’s feet, firmly planted at the edge of the bed. A little higher, Meera’s feet were in the air, her toes curling and moving with every motion. They were lying across the bed, just ahead of where I was hidden.
Holding my breath, I edged out further, inch by inch, until more of the scene came into view. Desai's shirt was still on. But his completely naked lower body came into my focus, his bare ass moving up and down with intense, deliberate movements. The sight was overwhelming – raw and painfully close.
The unpleasant view of Desai's ass, the glute muscles and his anal hole hit my psyche so hard that I immediately wondered where my fate was taking me, all because of my desire for adventure in my marital life. I was watching the ugliest part of Desai's while he was busy breaking every thread that was supposed to keep my marriage intact.
I moved further out until I saw his dick. It was moving in and out of Meera's pussy. It was wet and shiny, with some kind of white liquid having spread underneath it. I felt it was smeared with my wife’s cum from her pussy. I didn’t miss the sight of his huge balls swinging back and forth along with his movements, and hitting under her pussy every time he shoved his dick deep into her pussy. The soft cries and heavy breathing from Meera suddenly felt dominated by the sound of his dick moving in and out of her pussy. I could tell her little hole was completely stretched to contain his full size, and the pleasure she was receiving was undeniable, her body trembling with each intense movement. The sound of her embracing it cut through the air, and it felt like a physical blow to me, knowing I was powerless to stop it. The longer he kept fucking her without stopping or even pausing simply burnt me with jealousy and made me realise why she agreed to this meeting. No woman could deny such pleasure from a man.
And then Desai surprised me by a groan, "yeah....!"  and his movement peaked. "You want me cum for you, baby?" His voice was broken, as he was presumably overwhelmed by the pleasure of eruption from within.
"Fill meee...!" Meera's response was hurried.
"Mmm... Oh my God, my Meera... Here… my everything for you...own me...aaaah...!"
Desai's movement suddenly stopped but I saw him shivering with the pleasure sensation taking over his body. He pushed and squeezed his glute muscles and kept his dick buried inside her pussy, and I knew that was him cumming inside her, filling her with his huge cum load. And Meera's breathing told me how satisfied she felt by receiving his sperm. She had already told him that she had a pill to protect her but I felt she would have allowed him to cum inside her even if she wasn't going to be protected. The energy and enthusiasm in her cries were making me believe that she was ready to do anything to live this pleasure.
Desai groaned a couple of times, before removing his dick halfway and then pushing forward again, as if to make himself cum till the last drop of it was spurted inside her – clearly a sign that he was making sure he filled her pussy with the huge load that she loved to get. I even felt I was going to witness his cum over-spilling my wife’s pussy. But it didn’t happen; surely he had cummed so deep inside her.
“Oh my God. I’ve come, baby. I’ve come like great.” Desai panted; his dick still inside her. “Did you feel it, baby?”
Then I watched his head going down, disappearing from my view, as he kissed Meera hard stopping her from giving any verbal response. I saw Meera's arms circling around his body, around the shirt, as if she didn’t want him to move off her.
“Tell me,” Desai said again, as he broke the kiss.
“I feel so alive, great.” Meera responded, her voice carrying the tiredness from the insane fucking.
Desai leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. "We’re perfect for each other," he murmured. "I’m glad I got you back, baby."
Meera's hands moved gently across Desai's back, as though she were caressing his body. They were basking in the afterglow, the calm that followed their intense fucking. In that moment, everything outside of them – the world, the tension, and even I – seemed distant, irrelevant. They settled into each other, their breathing slowing as they stayed in the comfort of each other’s presence.
 
The scene I had just witnessed was so impactful that I found myself momentarily lost in the moment. But I knew I had to pull myself back to reality. I anticipated Desai getting up from the bed, and if he did, his foot would likely land right on my face. I quickly dragged my body back beneath the bed, careful not to make a sound as I shifted. Their breathing was still dominating the room. I tilted my head, trying to avoid disturbing the cartons I had arranged around me. Once I was in my original position, I carefully adjusted the cartons, hiding myself further from view. Then, I saw Desai’s feet touch the floor but Meera remained on the bed.
There was a moment of quiet in the room, except for my tired heartbeats. Then I heard Desai's voice. "Meera. What’s wrong?"
His voice was marked with concern. “Why are you so nervous?”
"I’m hurt.” Meera whispered. “And hit with reality. I’ve cheated on him, haven’t I?" Her voice was suddenly heavy as if she remembered something.
"Why do you think that way now?" Desai's voice was light, as he added, "What’s new about this?"
Of course, from Meera's point of view, it was a first for her, this level of betrayal. But from Desai's point of view, they had already slept together behind my back twice.
"You know, one reason that I came here is to feel… free. It feels suffocating to think of always being watched, always feeling like I couldn’t breathe without Krish knowing," Meera said.
"And did you?"
"For a moment, yes. But now..."
Desai let the silence linger before speaking again. "If this is so painful for you, why not leave him? Why stay?"
Meera's reply was quick, before Desai's suggestion could baffle me. "Because I love him," her voice was filled with emotion. "Maybe I should confess to him after this. I don’t know."
Desai fell silent for a second and then spoke, "I’ve been telling you this from the start. You should. You know, Meera, I’m sure if Krish knew we wanted to meet, he would have helped us. He wouldn’t have stood in the way.”
“Then why does it feel so wrong?”
“Because you’re hiding it.” Desai said simply. “We’re creating tensions for no reason. Krish isn’t the man who would fall apart over this. You know that.”
“Yeah, he isn’t. He’s different.” Meera's voice was low. “But so am I,” she went on. "You know, our meeting – whether it’s here or anywhere else – it’s always been a gift from him. I can’t explain it, but I know he knows about us. He’s too smart not to."
I felt Meera was on the verge of confessing to Desai that their previous trysts were not hidden from me. I didn’t want her to reveal too much, to be honest. But I had no say in their conversation.
"That’s unrealistic, Meera. You’re romanticizing something that doesn’t exist. How can he know about this? Or the previous times?"
"I don’t know how, Susheel. But I feel it. Krish always knows. He’s smarter than you think."
"And me? Do you not see me at all? Is this all about Krish?"
"I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t attracted to you, Desai," she admitted, her words piercing my heart like a sharp knife, before she spoke further, "But it’s complicated. You’re not him, and you never will be. No need to compare."
Desai let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Complicated, of course."
Meera sounded pleading after a moment. "I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. But I needed this – I needed you – to remind me of what I was missing and what I still have."
Desai leaned closer, his voice gentle. "Meera," he said while sitting back on the bed next to her, "you’re overthinking everything. You’ve been holding so much inside – it’s no wonder you feel like this."
She sighed. "I don’t know what I’m doing anymore," she murmured. "I feel like I’ve lost control of everything."
From the soft sounds, I could sense he was putting his arm around her, offering comfort. "You haven’t lost control," he said softly. "You’re just scared. You’ve spent so much time living for Krish – worrying about what he sees, what he thinks, what he might do. You need to remember what it’s like to live for yourself."
"And what if I don’t know how to do that anymore?" Meera's voice was softer. She was melting.
"Then let someone else remind you," he said, his voice low but warm.
"I hate feeling this way," she whispered. "I hate what I’ve done, what I’ve become."
Desai stroked her hair, his touch soothing. "You’re not a bad person, Meera," he murmured. "You’re just human. Flawed, complicated, and trying to make sense of it all. Just like the rest of us. You deserve to feel better," Desai said, and went on after a pause, "so stop punishing yourself for wanting more."
There was silence after that. Meera said nothing. And Desai was probably waiting for her to say something – or he was waiting for his words to sink in. I hated the silence more than anything he had said, for I feared he was making space in her heart for him.
 
After a few minutes that dragged me further into dread, Meera suddenly spoke.
“I feel tired. And hungry,” she said.
“We’ll get something online,” Desai replied. I heard Meera's silent gasps for a while. I thought Desai was busy making the food order on his phone. They were surely not planning to depart soon. I didn’t know about Desai's return trip plan. Though I thought Meera might rush back to her office.


After some time, I heard the sound of Meera getting up from the bed. Soon, her feet touched the floor.
"I hope it doesn’t get spoiled," Meera said, her voice filled with concern. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was referring to.
"Your dress is silky, no wrinkles at all. It’s perfect," Desai replied, a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Yeah, I guess. You know, I chose this one because I knew what would happen here," she said casually. She seemed moved on from her emotionally charged state of mind.
“Clever choice,” Desai said.
Meera stood up slowly, and my eyes instinctively followed the movements of her feet. “I’ll take a wash,” she said, turning toward the attached washroom.
Desai grabbed his pants, and I noticed he picked up Meera's panties as well. "Why not take a shower, baby?" he suggested. "Together."
Meera paused, turning back toward him. “Give me that first,” she demanded.
"Tell me," Desai asked, stepping closer.
"What?”
“Shower.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t do my hair here after the shower. I don’t have anything to fix it with.”
“Leave the hair. Let’s just do a body wash,” Desai said, trying to persuade her.
“Susheel! Give me my panties first,” Meera insisted.
Desai stepped closer, their feet nearly touching, and in the next moment, I heard them kissing. The kiss was broken as Meera said, “You’re crazy. Take your shirt off first.”
"Okay, sure," Desai agreed.
I watched their feet moving around as Desai convinced Meera to remove her dress, and he, too, took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bed. One of its sleeves hung from the edge, and I could soon see part of Meera’s dress too hanging off it. I couldn’t help but think about the thoughts running through Meera’s mind as she prepared to undress completely, agreeing to shower with him.
 
They were both naked, except for her bra. And just as I thought about her bra, I heard something fall onto the bed – easily guessing that it was her bra.
Desai took a moment to admire her body, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said as if he was seeing her naked for the first time, “every part of you, it's perfect.”
“I can’t believe I’m not feeling shy in front of you,” Meera said.
“It’s because you’re starting to feel like you are mine,” Desai stepped closer again, and I felt he was going to take her into his arms again. I heard him add, “And I love it.”
I heard a giggle from Meera, “Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but feel a sickness rise in my stomach. I felt my arousal giving way to stronger emotions, jealousy, anger and a sense of betrayal. They were more intense than before. Though I couldn’t see Meera and Desai, their voice was enough to make me feel like an outsider in my own life.
 
Meera continued, further boiling me with jealousy. “and you look even stronger without clothes. It’s like everything about you is just… powerful.”
Desai's reply came readily, “but you complete me.”
The intimacy and connection they shared seemed so effortless and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was losing everything. I watched their feet moving to the washroom and the silence that prevailed in the room quickly filled my mind also.
They closed the door but didn’t bother to see that it was left half open, a gesture that made me feel how free they were in this house. They were perhaps overjoyed by the thrill of finally getting a chance to be themselves, without any involvement from me. Soon, I heard the shower turn on, the water flowing, and them exchanging pleasure as they watched each other’s bodies get wet. Meera repeatedly asked him to be careful not to wet her hair. The sound of water stopped soon, but they did not come out. I became alert, waiting impatiently for their return to the room. Then, after close to ten minutes, I heard Meera’s giggle.
It was a soft giggle at first, but it soon turned into a moan. After that, I started hearing her moaning his name many times, and it took me a while to understand what was happening until Meera moaned, “Yes, baby, right there.”
They were at it again!
It took me only a few more seconds to realize that he was eating her pussy there.
The bits of expressions that fell out of the washroom soon helped me get a clear picture of the intensity of the tongue worship Meera was receiving.
"Mmm… So good..."
"I love this... Mmm… yes..."
"Oh my god, baby… right there..."
"Aaaah… just there… Mmm..."
"Baby… baby… slow there… Mmm… you’re killing me… Sush... Aaaahhh..."
Then, suddenly, her moans stopped for a few seconds before I heard Desai asking her, “Look at me, baby…”
A second later, I heard him again. “Remember this moment?”
“Yes.” Meera's voice was barely audible.
“Incredible, isn’t it? Life comes back to give us what we want. These moments make me believe you’ve always been in my destiny.”
“Have I been?”
“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten the chance to live these moments again. Are you ready?”
“Mmm…” Meera's voice soon turned into a moan, and shortly after, I started hearing the sound of their bodies slamming into each other. I knew what had just happened – he was fucking her, yet again. The slamming sounded like his body hitting the fleshy part of hers, and I assumed he was taking her from behind. It was the sound of his hips hitting the back of her ass, probably because she was bent forward, clinging to the commode or washbasin.
The memory of an old night came flooding back – the night I had seen them in my bathroom before I fell while trying to watch them through the window. Just before I fell, I had seen Meera bending over the washbasin, with Desai entering her from behind, and Meera surrendering to the pleasure of complete submission to him. My fall to the ground had caused them to stop, denying them the chance to complete what they had to leave unfinished that night. Yet, after so long, they were here, reliving those moments. And this time, there was no one to stop them.
Surely, life had come back to give them what they wanted.
I couldn’t help but burn with jealousy as Desai used my wife’s body for his nonstop pleasure, ensuring she received the same level of satisfaction in return. Meera was perhaps already close to her orgasm from his tongue work. I heard her let out a suppressed scream as she reached the satisfying end of the session.
"Oh God, that was quick. What have you done to me, Susheel?" I heard Meera ask, after a few seconds.
"This is what my love for you does to you, baby." Desai said.
"I will die of pleasure if I live with you," Meera said.
Desai laughed. And I wondered if she was already picturing herself living with him. I thought about how she might process the immense pleasure she could experience if she left me and settled down with him. The thought felt undeniably cruel.
I heard the water running again, and when it stopped, I heard Meera asking for the towel.
"There’s no towel in this house!" I heard her exclaim.
“Wait,” Desai replied, emerging from the washroom. As he reached the middle of the room, I was able to see him properly as I was lying close to the outer edge of bed, though still hidden behind the wall of cartons. I noticed Desai’s body still glistening, water dripping everywhere. He proceeded to the hall, leaving wet footprints on the floor as he walked. Moments later, he returned with a small white towel, presumably from his travel bag.
As he entered the room, my eyes couldn’t help but focus on his fully naked body – his heavily built frame, muscular thighs, and, of course, his manhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, still very much erect, just after gifting my wife her second orgasm in the bathroom. It was a bold display of his masculinity – not because there was nothing to conceal, but because it was a statement of his authority, as if he had every right to present himself however he pleased. He was like a lion in the jungle, and I was hiding, stripped of any sense of identity. For a moment, I wondered where all of this was heading. I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t know.
 
Desai disappeared back into the washroom, this time closing the door casually, cutting me off from hearing their conversation. Five minutes later, they both returned to the room. I saw their feet only, and quickly assumed they were both naked.
"I'm feeling cold," Meera said immediately. "I need a shirt."
"You can have mine," Desai offered, grabbing his shirt from the bed and handing it to her.
"Are you sure? Do you have a spare one?"
"Yes," Desai assured her, and I watched him walk toward the couch, the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He sat down and got busy on his phone, as if attending to something important.
Meera stood by the bed and wore Desai's shirt, and then joined him on the couch.
"Do you have water, Susheel?" she asked.
I noticed the shirt she wore – a cream one with floral designs scattered across it. It was very loose on her, barely covering her thighs. The sight of her creamy legs, coupled with the knowledge that she wore nothing underneath, made her look hotter than ever.
And in those moments I spent a moment watching her face. It was for the first time since arriving at this house, I was seeing her face. And what I saw made my chest tighten. She looked happy, radiant, even her skin glowing softly, her lips slightly parted, and her expression utterly serene. There wasn’t a trace of worry or guilt, only a deep, unshakable contentment. It was no mystery why; she was gifted the pleasure of orgasm twice in just under an hour, leaving her with every reason to feel fulfilled. Her married pussy might have been completely satisfied, her body enthralled in ways that left no room for longing. As I looked on, observing the peace on her face, I felt the sharp sting of envy and despair, knowing that the joy she radiated came from someone else, not me.
 
Desai quickly volunteered to bring a water bottle from the hall. I watched as Meera took it, drank deeply, and handed it back to him. The simple act made me aware of my own thirst, even though I knew there was no way to quench it.
They shared the water and soon settled on the couch, sitting at opposite ends of the three-seater. For a brief moment, they stared at each other before bursting into laughter. At first, I couldn’t understand the joke. Then it struck me – they were laughing at themselves, at the urgency and energy they had shown in their desire for each other since arriving here.
"You made order for lunch, didn’t you?" Meera asked.
Desai nodded.
"How do you know the address?"
"Alpine Heights! It's popular, baby. I'm sure it's worth two crores now," he replied, setting his phone down and looking at her.
"Two crores? You’re kidding!"
Meera smiled, turning toward him as she shifted her folded left leg on the sofa, adjusting her shirt to cover the gap between her legs. But in doing so, she exposed more of her thighs – something she clearly didn’t mind.
"No, baby. It’s in the news," Desai said.
"What’s in the news? My apartment has a two-crore price tag?"
"No, I mean the craze about this place. The rest is my guess, which often turns out to be true."
"Yeah, I have no doubt about your guessing skills," Meera teased with another smile.
Desai suddenly leaned toward her, gently pulling her collar aside to inspect the bare skin beneath.
"Is that a hickey? I didn’t do it,” he remarked.
Meera tilted her head slightly to glance at it and smiled.
"Oh, it’s not you. It’s Krish."
"Wednesday?"
"No, last night," Meera replied, her smile tinged with a pang of shyness.
"You said…" Desai gave her a soft look.
"No, last night I just... He wanted it, but we only did some oral," Meera admitted softly.
Desai smirked, shaking his head. "He gave you tongue?" he asked with a teasing tone.
"No, only me. But he kissed,"
"Must have been desperate for it. Why didn’t you have sex then? Were you saving your energy for me?"
Meera laughed, her amusement delaying her response. Then she spoke, her tone playful yet honest.
"I knew you wouldn’t mind if I came directly from his bed. But yes, I didn’t do it last night because I was excited about today."
"Did you miss me?" Desai asked, his gaze locking onto hers.
Meera bit her lips, staring at him for a long moment, as if deciding whether to laugh it off or speak the truth. She chose the latter.
"In the morning," she said slowly, her voice soft. Her eyes remained fixed on his for a few seconds before she added, "I really missed you when I woke up."
Her words pierced through my heart as I thought of that morning. We had been in bed together, yet little did I know my wife had been longing for Desai. The betrayal cut deeper than I could have imagined. These were the moments that already made me wonder if this was the beginning of the end of our marriage.
I felt as though I was on the verge of hearing my wife commit to his love before their date came to an end.
 
The way she was smiling at him made me think she was inviting him closer, and the way he was looking at her made me think he would soon jump on her.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
 
"The food!" Meera exclaimed, and they looked at each other with a playful, suggestive gesture, silently debating who would attend to the door.
"You go," Desai said.
"Like this?" Meera laughed, pointing at herself, knowing he was teasing.
"Yeah," Desai replied with a smirk as he got up from the bed.
"I hope it’s not a girl," he quipped, walking out to the main door to collect the food delivery, with just the towel around his waist.
Meera got up and followed him to the hall. I couldn’t help but imagine the delivery guy seeing them together like this, in their current attire. The thought of a stranger becoming aware of to their intimacy unsettled me even further. One by one, more people would know. Until, eventually, the whole world would see them as a couple.
 
Once Desai collected the delivery, they stayed there. For the next half an hour, I couldn’t see them as they ate their lunch in the hall. I didn’t feel hungry; I seemed deprived of such feelings.
I could hear them chatting like lovers during lunch. Though their words weren’t clear, the tone of their friendly banter made it evident they were enjoying each other’s company.
 
Meera’s phone rang in the room. The first time, it went unanswered as Meera stayed in the hall. When it rang again, she hurried back into the room to answer it. It was a call from her office, demanding a quick discussion that lasted about ten minutes. As Meera sat on the couch, busy on the phone, my eyes again fell on her creamy thighs.
 
Desai returned to the room soon and settled next to Meera on the sofa. As he sat down, she leaned closer and wiped one of her palms with his towel. Desai helped by wiping the wetness with the towel, and Meera quickly switched the phone to her other hand, offering the one she had just used for him to wipe as well. The silent communication and the unspoken understanding between them made me realize how closely their hearts were beating together. Meera smiled at him after her hands were wiped and then leaned against him, still talking on the phone. Desai wrapped his right arm around her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, near her ear. And he squeezed her shoulder gently with his hand, silently gesturing for her to continue without worrying about him.
I couldn’t help but sigh silently. Watching them behave so naturally and comfortably with each other made them seem like a perfectly matched couple. They were enviably at ease, as though they had no doubts or apprehensions about how to behave or what to seek from one another. They seemed to know each other inside out, and their pride in this understanding was evident.
Their bond threatened me more than their physical intimacy ever could. In fact, witnessing them have sex had already lost its shock value. But seeing them interact like this, developing a smooth camaraderie off the bed, was now giving me a new sense of horror.
It was exactly what I had come to find out, and I was finding out.


Chapter to be continued...

[krish_999]

Chapter 49 continues...


The phone call ended soon and Meera kept the phone down.

“You were saying something.” She turned to him, keen to continue the conversation they were having while having lunch.
“Waking up is a special feeling.” Desai smiled and said, "My biggest fantasy is to wake up with you." Meera was amused to hear that.
Desai went on, "I keep dreaming of us going to bed at night, staying there together, and waking up in the morning – our hands intertwined, our bodies close. All those moments would give us the feeling of being one, just you and me."
Meera teased, "You're turning romantic as you get older." She laughed. "Do you have any plan to make that happen?"
“Yeah,” Desai grinned. "I’ve come across a bamboo house resort down south. I think you’d love it. It’s like a hidden paradise. Imagine us walking on beautiful wooden pathways, surrounded by lush green grass. The huts are super private, with bamboo walls that keep us tucked away from the world."
Meera listened, intrigued.
"Inside, it’s cosy and spacious. We could enjoy breakfast together in a lovely lounge area with comfy sofas and hanging chairs. Upstairs, there’s a big bedroom with a king-sized bed that would be ours."
Meera smiled at him when he mentioned the bed. "And then?" she asked.
Desai continued, "And a balcony that has the most incredible views. We could relax on the balcony’s netted extension, taking in the scenery. The area is like, surrounded by tall grasses and banana plants, making it feel peaceful and secluded. At night, the place lights up with soft, glowing lights that look like tiny diyas, giving it a magical feel."
He looked at her, his voice softening. "I think this would be the perfect escape for us. What do you think? Ready for a romantic getaway?"
Meera raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure about the privacy there, considering it’s not a foreign country?"
Desai grinned. "A friend told me about it during its construction. When I visited, I loved it so much that I immediately decided to buy it."
Meera stared at him, her eyes widening. "You’re not saying you own it, are you?"
Desai nodded. "I’m saying exactly that."
Meera smiled in surprise. "Were you thinking of me when you bought it?"
Desai laughed. "I was thinking of us."
She shook her head, amused but sceptical. "You’re crazy to spend money on such a distant possibility."
Desai smirked. "It’s not a distant possibility anymore."
Meera stared at him, even her eyes smiling at him now.
 
Desai pulled her closer, gently pressing his lips to hers. Meera responded, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss.
Desai's hand surrounded her, feeling over her chest. With no bra under her shirt, Desai easily found her nipples and caressed them. His hand then lowered to feel the side of her belly, and Meera broke the kiss, leaning forward, away from him. Desai's hand moved further downward to caress the side of her butt, and he let out a sound of excitement as he squeezed its softness.
Meera turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and smiled. "Don’t start thinking of any crazy ideas," she warned.
"We have all the time in the world," Desai whispered, his voice low.
"Not today. Let's not spoil the romantic feel today," she said. "Maybe at the resort, though," she added, a hint of mischief in her voice.
Desai smiled, "That sounds perfect."
Did she just agree to accompany him to the bamboo resort already? And, did she just promise him anal sex there?
Desai was indeed making his moves steady and fast.
 
“How is it that you went to that resort alone, by the way?” Meera asked.
“It was during the final stages of its construction when I visited it for the first time. The second time I visited, I had already become the owner,” Desai said, then added, “I no longer take my female friends to such places.”
Meera smiled, “Why so?” Her smile told me she already knew why.
“Because I’ve committed to you,” Desai's voice was soft and steady. “I know we can’t be exclusive, but I’m happy to think of myself as yours.”
“Mmm…hmmm…!” Meera bit her lips. “I can’t believe how you’re making me feel like this.” She turned to him and leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck. Desai lifted his chin, allowing her to show her affection. Meera kept kissing around his neck, one after another, until she pressed a little harder.
Desai winced slightly, a mix of surprise and pain in his eyes.
“Now everyone will know there’s someone,” Meera murmured with a teasing smile, pulling back to inspect her work. She was leaving a hickey on his neck!
I was stunned to realize the depth of her action, leaving a hickey on him.
Meera moved to the other side of his neck and gave a bite there too.
“That’s two!” Meera said.
"You’re making your mark," Desai said, touching the spot she’d kissed, his voice filled with admiration.
“I love how much comfortable we are, baby,” he went on.
"Only because you make me feel this way," Meera replied.
“It makes me think of what could have been if we could be together.”
“I’m married, gentleman.”
“Still.” Desai nodded. “I can wish, no?”
“What else do you wish?”
“You know I’m kinda scared of you getting pregnant.”
Meera gave him a surprised look. “From you?”
“No, from Krish.”
“Oh, but why?”
“If you get pregnant, this all will end, wouldn’t it?”
Meera giggled. “Don’t worry. I haven’t decided on that.”
“You never thought of motherhood?”
“I will. Not so soon.” She said and then added, “What about you? Thought of marrying someone and getting into fatherhood?”
“I’ve thought of marrying you and getting both of us into parenthood. In my dreams.”
I was stunned to hear that.
“You should discuss it with Krish,” Meera said and burst into laughter. “Maybe he’ll allow you.”
“Will you allow?”
Desai pressed.
“Mmm…” Meera pretended to give it some thought. “How many kids do you want?”
“Two.”
“Mmm?” Meera smiled at him amusedly.
“One boy and one girl. One like you and one like me.”
“Sounds good. Have you thought of their names?”
“I thought of the girl’s. Susheera.”
Meera's eyes widened further. “That’s clever.”
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“She would be beautiful like her mother. The most beautiful one.”
Desai's voice was so soft I felt he would make her promise him this wish too.
“And the boy will be like you? A playboy?”
“We’ll groom him as we like.”
“You know what?” Meera patted his cheek slowly, and then pressed her cheek against it. “It feels great to talk to you like this.”
“You taught me to talk like this… I mean with heart. That’s why you are closer to my heart than anyone in this world.”
“Awww!” Meera gasped and pinched his cheek, “Stop making me blush like this. I’m not a teen.”
But I could tell she was feeling like a teen.
“You know,” Desai grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her lips. “I can make you feel great even when not talking like this.” He said and kissed her again. Meera's palms started roaming his chest. The kiss soon grew deeper, and soon I knew they were at it.
 
Meera was the first one to show signs of breaking the kiss, and she soon went down to his chest, kissing along. She sucked on his tits, and Desai leaned back on to the hand rest of the couch.
"I want to tell you that I’ve committed to you," he said softly. "I know you can't be mine exclusively, but I want to celebrate our little moments in a great way. I’m yours, baby."
The sincerity in his voice simply killed me. But there was more to come as Meera looked at him and smiled. She then pressed her lips to his chest, and this time she bit him with her teeth.
“Aaah…ouch!” Desai's voice rose, both from the intensity of her love bite and the unexpected nature of her bold move.
Meera pulled back briefly, her fingers tracing the mark she had left.
“Mmm…okay.” She smirked again. “This one looks even better.” She said joyously.
“I love to think of it, baby.” Desai smiled, “though I’m sure no one’s gonna see it.”
Their gaze lingered for a moment, the unspoken understanding between them deepening. Their eyes spoke the language I struggled to understand.
Meera put her hand on the towel, "You’re too comfortable, aren’t you?" she said with a small smile.
"Let’s see how confident you stay," she said, her tone light but filled with mischief. Slowly, she unfolded the towel, revealing his body further. Desai didn’t say a word, but the slight curve of his lips showed he was enjoying her playful command of the moment.
Kneeling slightly on the couch beside him and grabbed his throbbing member. Her fingers wrapped around it, and I saw it clearly. My wife was not getting tired of his dick. She slowly started jerking it, and Desai’s breathing grew deeper. Meera leaned closer, and as I held my breath, she brought her mouth closer her lips hovering near him, but she paused, glancing up at his face with a sly smile.
"You always know how to keep me on edge," Desai murmured.
"I thought that’s what you liked about me," Meera quipped, before she darted her tongue out to give a long, deliberate lick under his shaft. As her tongue reached its tip, her lips closed in, and it appeared to me she was trying to suck it – albeit just half of its round head. She kept the lips on it, and her jaw moved, and I felt she was teasing his pee hole with her tongue. A moment later, she paused and looked up.
“Do you want to know what my fantasy is?”
Desai's eyes widened. So was I, surprised to hear her.
“What is it?”
“This is…” She smiled and went down to repeat another round of her long lick under the whole length, and this time at the end of it she opened her mouth and took him all the way into her mouth. She then removed it and looked at him again.
“But in my fantasy, I’ll make you cum just with my mouth. I know it’s gonna be tough, but that’s the fun. And I’m gonna squeeze out…and swallow it all… just by sucking.”
“I’m already waiting for that to happen.”
Desai quipped.
Meera's head went down to start sucking him. I saw her lips stretching around it. She had decided to take the lead, showing him just how much she wanted him.
 
Meera's fingers had shifted to the base of his length, and her head started going up and down, stretching her lips around it. I saw it all clearly, all of it. At times she was slow, at time she was fast. Desai’s head fell back against the couch, his hand instinctively resting on her shoulder, a quiet gesture of connection and appreciation. The room filled with the sounds of pure form of sucking, and I had to admit that it was disgustingly arousing. But a part of my body was still awake to feel the pain of it; and I knew the pain was only going to grow.
Soon, Meera's hair flowed downward to block my view of the battle between her mouth and his dick.
Desai's free hand occasionally rested on Meera's head, a gesture that felt both casual and commanding. I couldn’t pull my gaze away, no matter how much I wanted to. The stark contrast between his relaxed mood and my hidden, powerless position was suffocating. It wasn’t just what Meera was doing – it was the ease with which she gave herself to him, the quiet confidence she exuded, and the way Desai seemed entirely in control yet wholly appreciative of her.
As my wife’s head kept bobbing up and down, I couldn’t help but wonder how she could give in to this with such enthusiasm.
A sense of devastating helplessness washed over me as I suddenly felt this was not just an incident of betrayal. What was unravelling in front of my eyes was a bond that had gone far beyond anything I could intervene in and to stop.
 
Meera's face was hidden from my view, drawing my attention to Desai's expression. He was revelling in the pleasure of his dream woman performing this act of worship, and from the way he was breathing, I thought he was too engrossed to try to control himself. I could foresee him letting out a groan and shooting his load into my wife’s mouth. Meera had tasted his cum many times in the past, and I thought this time she would do it in front of me.
 
However, Meera pulled back before it was too late, and they quickly moved in perfect sync to advance to the next stage. Meera stood up, threw her hair behind her head, and moved her hips onto his lap. They exchanged no words, but both seemed to understand what the other intended. Desai gently guided Meera to sit on his lap, and she grabbed his member, guiding it into her. All of this happened while they were locked in an intimate gaze. Meera slowly began to move as soon as she sat completely, taking his entire length into her.
 
Meera’s one leg was on the floor, and the other was folded on the couch, resting to the right side of Desai’s lap. Desai soon grabbed her shirt and began to pull it off. Meera stopped moving to quickly help him remove it. They were completely nude, and I saw Desai’s eyes widen with pure joy at the sight of her bare breasts in all their glory. He slowly reached out to caress them with his palms before pulling Meera close to him.
Meera leaned forward, letting her lips merge with his, and I saw Desai’s jaw move as he sucked on her lips. His arms slid downward on either side of her torso, feeling the softness of her body. He squeezed her love handles, then moved his palms to grip her ass cheeks. Meera’s arms rested on his shoulders, and as their kissing progressed, her fingers circled around his neck as if she was trying to choke him. I saw her body straightening, seemingly in an attempt to assert her dominance over him.
Meera was clearly trying to take control, and Desai seemed to love playing the submissive role for now. His head tilted backward until Meera broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.
For a second, they said nothing. Then, to my disbelief, I saw Desai open his mouth like a child waiting for a lollipop. And as I watched in shock, Meera spat into his mouth!
She waited until he swallowed it and opened his mouth again.
She repeated that act, this time gathering more saliva in her mouth and dropping it all into his mouth.
“Swallow it, Mr. Desai,” she whispered, but her tone sounded like an order.
I was stunned to see how Desai, a man who otherwise carried a dominant personality, had suddenly adopted a submissive role, completely drawn to this act of lust. No, he was turned into a slave by Meera.
“This feels special, honey,” Desai gasped after swallowing her spit.
“Then suck me,” Meera said, darting her tongue out and holding it above his mouth. Desai lifted his head, engulfed it with his lips, and sucked. Meera let him suck for a few seconds before pulling away.
She stared into his eyes. Before I could wonder if she was trying to see me in him, her words confirmed it. “You’ve become special to me,” she said, her voice warm and full of affection.
“Have I?” Desai asked, his voice low, filled with the vulnerability of the moment.
“You have,” Meera replied, her smile widening.
“I love these moments, Meera. I love you,” Desai said.
 
My heart felt like it was about to stop. I thought I was going to die. I knew it.
 
Meera didn’t reply, almost sparing me from death. Instead, she began to move – up and down – riding him. Her hand gently caressed his chest as she continued her rhythm, the soft connection building between them.
In a moment of tenderness, Desai whispered, “Do you want me to be him?” His voice was soft.
Meera paused for a moment, her eyes locking with his as she considered her answer. “No,” she said firmly, yet with tenderness. “I came to meet Susheel. You’re... exactly what I need now.”
“Mmm... then I know how you’ll like it,” Desai said, sitting up on the couch. He swiftly got to his feet, their hips still connected, and then laid her down on the couch. He ensured his dick didn’t slip out of her pussy.
Meera grabbed his muscular upper arms to steady herself and giggled, “Wow,” amazed by his strength in lifting her like a toy. Her eyes remained locked with his, further expressing her amazement. She wanted him to fuck her hard; I could tell.
Desai laid her down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart. He placed his right knee under her ass and adjusted himself with his hand. As he moved, his dick fell out of her pussy. He grabbed it quickly and began to guide it back into her and then paused.
“Mmm... which one?” he asked.
I couldn’t understand.
“Haha… bad idea. No,” Meera laughed again.
I realised he was teasing her about shoving it into her anal hole. The man seemed too tempted by the idea, but Meera didn’t want to spoil her ‘romantic date.’
 
The next moment, Meera’s laughter faded as Desai’s hips lowered, and he entered her exactly where she wanted.
“Aaah… God!” Meera let out a moan.
Desai paused, as if to savour the pleasure of filling her completely once more.
“Do you remember those old days, Meera? When you played so hard to get? Not giving me a chance at all?”
“Yeah. I was scared,” Meera admitted, “of what it could become. Of everything.”
Desai began to move slowly. I couldn’t see his face, but Meera’s eyes were locked on him.
“I thought I would never get this far. But look at us. We were destined to be here, to get what we’ve deserved.” He leaned down, landing a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back. “I never imagined this, you know. I dreamed of you, of being this close, of feeling this... real connection. And now that it’s here, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to leave you.”
Meera held his gaze, her eyes soft with understanding. “Fuck me… Susheel… Fuck me hard… till you are satisfied. I’m all yours today.”
“I know that, baby. You are mine.”
His hips moved slowly back and forth, but it was far more painful to hear them talk than to see it. They were sharing more than desire – it was about connection, trust, and the comfort of knowing they had found something deeper than they ever expected.
 
Desai’s pace quickly increased as he began to drive into her with such intensity that she started crying out in pleasure, though she was far from reaching her orgasm.
Desai’s hips moved up and down at times, then he adjusted himself, fucking her back and forth. I could sense he was trying to hit various spots inside her, and he was quite successful at it.
“You’re killing me with pleasure... Susheel... Aaah...” Meera cried out, writhing in pleasure.
“It feels great to fuck you so hard... Meera... I want to fuck you many more times... We’ll meet again like this… promise me.”
Desai spoke through his heavy breaths. His voice had turned into an animalistic grunt, charged with extreme lust.
“Yes...”
“Meera... just love this...”
“Mmm...”
“My baby... are you feeling it?”
“Mmm... aaahhh...”
“Baby... do you want me to cum?”
“Yes... yes... please... aaah...”
“Then come for me... let me take you there... one more time...”
Meera’s voice trembled, “I’ll do whatever you wish... oh my god; I’m losing my mind... Susheel... aaah... I’ve never met a man like you. I wish... I could make my life yours.”
“Aaah…Meera…I wish we did….” Desai gasped. “I can have anything in this world, but I can’t be your husband, right?”
“Susheel…”
“How much do you love Krish, baby?”
Meera met his gaze, her breath in sync with his, and for a moment, I wondered what was going through her mind.
“Look at me…” Desai continued, his voice a low growl, “like I’m him.”
“You… want to be Krish?” Meera asked, her voice shaking along with her body as he continued to fuck her faster.
“Call me Krish, and say how much you want me, baby…”
“Krish…”
“Say it, my love….”
Oh my God…” I watched Meera close her eyes for a moment before opening them and locking them with Desai's. “I love you… Krish… Oh my God… I can’t…”
“Meera I want to make you mine….mine only…”
“Make me yours now... make me feel this... make me cry.”
“Say you love this…say you love me…Meera….”
“I love you, Krish….”
Desai had found a way to make her say it again – to play the role of me, to make her repeat those words that should have meant something else, something true. It was his desperate trick, I thought. A desperate trick to be on the receiving end of her love, with a sense of honesty.
Desai’s movements grew faster, and Meera's cries became louder, a mix of pleasure and need. “Please... Krish...” she moaned, her body trembling.
“Baby I’m gonna fill you…”
Desai's voice had almost become a grunt. I knew he was about to shoot and fill her pussy with his cum again.
Meera's eyes shut tightly, and her eyebrows furrowed. Then she cried out,
'Krish… fill me, baby… fill me… give me a child…'
The words hit me like a blow to the chest. I watched as, with one final thrust, Desai groaned deeply, his grip tightening, his ass cheeks clenching as he shot his load inside her and started filling her.
Meera opened her eyes and clung to him, crying as she welcomed yet another orgasm, the most powerful of the day. She looked lost in the pleasure. The sensation had risen to an insane level, as if the world around them had ceased to exist. Desai made sure to move swiftly, jerking his dick inside her a couple of times, as if trying to squeeze out the maximum amount of his sperm into her.
But more than the sight of him filling her with his sperm, the words she spoke hit my psyche hard.
I was struck by the chilling thought that, next time they were together, Meera might not just be repeating a fantasy. She might be receiving him – his sperm, his child – something that could become real.
Soon after, Desai collapsed, lying on top of Meera. Her arms circled him once again, as if welcoming him with all of her heart. She was overjoyed, completely satisfied by the thrill of it.
 
Desai sat up after a short stay in her arms, and Meera smiled at him.
“You nearly killed me,” she said, her eyes shining with satisfaction and admiration. I hated to see it.
“I would love to repeat that again and again,” Desai replied.
“It’s gonna take a few days to recover,” Meera responded. She got up and tied Desai's shirt around her waist. Her upper body was still completely naked, but she seemed unconcerned. There was no trace of shyness in her demeanour.
Desai, too, sat back on the couch, completely naked. Meera went to the bathroom, and Desai got up. I saw his now limp dick hanging between his legs. It was shiny with white traces of fluids, both from him and Meera. His muscles were more visible now, after the heavy workout. Desai grabbed the water bottle and quenched his thirst.
 
Meera returned soon after, and as she walked over to Desai to grab the water bottle, I noticed she had put on her bra. It was a light green one, matching the colour of her panties which I had noticed earlier. Meera drank the water, and I could tell she was thirsty. I had forgotten about my thirst long ago.
They sat on the couch again, but Meera quickly got up, saying she would love to have some coffee.
“I have a coffee powder pouch in my bag,” she said and walked out of the room, pausing at the door. “Try to wear something before I return, mister,” she added with a smirk.
“Yes, my queen,” Desai replied.
He got up, walked over to the bed, and began putting on his clothes. His shirt was still around Meera's waist, but after putting on his pants, he went out. When he came back, he was holding a new shirt in his hands, presumably from his briefcase. By the time he had put the shirt on, Meera returned with two cups of coffee.
They were small Borosil cups without handles. I could see the black coffee in them as they sat on the couch and drank. They talked about random things related to their office work. Meera was still in her bra and seemed completely at ease. Desai, too, didn’t try anything mischievous. But as the conversation progressed, Meera leaned against him for no apparent reason.
 
“Meera,” Desai spoke after sipping the coffee. “We won’t delay it for 40 days next time,” he said.
“I’ll first have some rest,” Meera chuckled.
“Are you going to tell Krish?”
“I’m scared. I want to, but I’m scared.” Meera said.
“Should I?” Desai asked.
“What?”
“Should I confess to him? I don’t want to cheat on him like this.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
Desai paused, trying to read her face before replying. “I’ll face Krish if it ever comes to that. But I won’t say a word unless you want me to.”
“Don’t tell him,” Meera said firmly.
Desai shifted the cup in his hands and put his arm around her to hold her close. Meera leaned in, as if welcoming his gesture. “I didn’t come here to create complications, baby. I just wanted to see you, to be with you. And now that you’re here... I’m so happy.” Desai said softly.
Meera turned to look him in the eyes. Desai leaned towards her, aiming for a kiss. Meera hesitated at first, and then slowly gave in with a smile. Desai slowly brought his lips to hers, and Meera moved back after the soft kiss.
“You are done, okay?” Meera said with a smile.
“Just one more.” Desai pleaded. Meera's smile widened and she gave in again. This time Desai kissed her more intently. Hard and deep, pouring all his emotions into the moment.
This is never going to end. I thought.
“The next when we see, I’d like it to be at the Bamboo Resort.” Desai said as he broke the kiss. “Just the two of us. We’ll live out our fantasies.”
Meera let out a soft sigh, “I’m not sure. I don’t know how.”
“There’s a way,” Desai said, “If you confess that we’ve met here, I’m sure he’ll find peace with it. After that, he might even allow you to travel with me.”
Meera was equally stunned as me. “How can you be so sure Krish would find peace with us meeting here, having sex like this?”
“I know Krish very well. He’d be thrilled to know the details.”
“I don’t want him to turn back to those days, Susheel.” She paused before adding, “That’s the whole purpose of me agreeing to meet you here. To leave those days behind.”
“Come on, Meera. You’re not doing anything to him. He is what he is. If he knows, he’ll be excited, and that’s not his fault. We’re having fun, but why is it only us? That too when we both know he can also have fun.”
Meera closed her eyes briefly, her voice wavering as she said, “I’m broken between yes and no.”
Desai’s tone softened. “Meera, do you think he’s truly moved on?”
She hesitated before responding, “No. But he’s trying.”
“Are you sure?” Desai's persistence was annoying.
Meera fell silent. Nothing came to my mind other than her remembering what happened on Ritu’s wedding night when she returned to me – to see me having masturbated in her absence.
Finally, Meera spoke, her voice barely audible.  “No.”
Desai leaned closer, his voice steady yet persuasive. “Then you know what to do. Give him what he wants, Meera.”
I was stunned by the way Desai was feeding her ideas so that he would get to live his fantasies. Bamboo resort. Waking up with her. Spending time. Walking together. Making love. Holding hands. Owning her. Anal Sex.
 
Fortunately, the coffee was finished, and Meera rose from the couch. She handed the empty cup to Desai and asked him to put the cups in the kitchen. 'I’ll get dressed in the meantime.' I watched Desai walk out obediently with the cups. By the time he returned, Meera was already dressed.
 
“When’s your return flight?” Meera asked as she stood in front of the dressing mirror, probably redoing her makeup.
“I’ll hire a taxi,” Desai replied casually.
“Mumbai?” she asked without turning.
“Yes,” he confirmed.
Meera finished getting ready in a few minutes. Desai, too, packed his clothes and towel into his briefcase. Just as they were about to leave, he brought the conversation back to the hot topic.
“So, when will we meet again?” he asked.
“Actually... I’m scared to think about it,” Meera admitted.
“Scared? Or... thrilled?”
A small laugh escaped Meera’s lips. “Thrilled too,” she confessed softly.
I could sense amusement in Desai's voice. “I knew it. You’re as eager as I am. I can already picture us at my Bamboo resort, baby. Don’t you want to live our fantasies?”
“Yes,” Meera whispered, almost shyly.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a husky murmur. “I can’t wait,” he said. Then, he added, “Think about what I told you earlier. About confessing to Krish.”
Meera hesitated, “I don’t know…”
“Meera,” Desai said gently, his tone steady, “You know it’s the right thing to do. Trust me, it’ll only make things better – for all of us.”
I wanted to shift myself toward the edge and try to catch a glimpse of Meera. But I didn’t dare to move as the room was filled with silence. Meera was thinking about what Desai said. After a long moment of silence, she spoke.
“Okay. I’ll think about it,” she said quietly.
“That’s my girl. You won’t regret it, Meera. I promise.”
There was a sense of triumph in Desai's voice.
 
I couldn’t look at them. I lay paralyzed beneath the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as Meera’s voice echoed in my mind. She had agreed to confess her betrayal, but it wasn’t guilt that drove her – it was strategy. She wanted my permission to go with him, to spend time with Desai at some resort.
 
Beside me, I heard the faint shuffle of their feet as they walked, but I was frozen – too stunned to care about what they were doing. The soft creak of the door signaled their movement toward the exit. Their voices grew softer, the occasional laugh or murmur drifting back to me.
A part of me wanted to leap out, to scream and silence the maddening thoughts. But my body wouldn’t respond. My mind was reeling, trapped in a loop of her words, the weight of her betrayal suffocating me.
The door clicked shut behind them, and the apartment fell into silence. I didn’t move.
 
For what felt like hours, I stayed there, beneath the bed, staring blankly at the underside of the wooden cot. Too shattered to do anything but exist in the void they left behind.
 
When I finally got up, my legs refused to hold me. I sank onto the bed, numb. Meera and Desai’s voices echoed in my mind, refusing to fade, their words like arrows piercing through me.
“Okay. I’ll think about it.”
My wife was going to confess to me that she had met Desai here and had sex with him. But it wouldn’t be guilt that drove her. It wouldn’t be remorse. It wouldn’t even be love. No, it would be a calculated, deliberate confession. She would confess – not to make amends, but because she and Desai had decided it was time to exploit what I had tried so hard to bury.
The realization hit me like a tsunami.
 
I thought I could move on. I thought I could reclaim her. Reclaim myself. But now, the reality was clearer than ever.
I was a willing cuckold, and there was no way to escape this fate.
 
I had convinced myself that being a cuckold was a transformation – a phase I could outgrow, a twisted trait I had picked up somewhere along the journey of my life. I thought I could bury it deep enough that even I wouldn’t be able to find it. I thought I could escape it.
But I was wrong.
 
There is no such thing as an “ex-cuckold.” You don’t get to decide whether to be one or not. If someone has experienced the life of being a cuckold and enjoyed it, even for a moment, it’s impossible to forget.
Desai knew that. He had seen it in me from the beginning. And now, Meera did too.
Desai’s smooth voice echoed in my mind: “I know Krish very well. He’d be thrilled to know the details.”
Thrilled. That’s what they believed.
I pressed my palms into my face, trying to contain the fire of devastation coursing through me. My wife and her lover weren’t just exploiting my nature – they were uniting against me, using the very thing I had tried so desperately to escape.
It’s like booze. You know it’s injurious to health. You know it’s going to demand more from you, even as it makes you demand more of it.
 
I had thought I could quit. I had believed I was strong enough to walk away. But now, I wasn’t so sure.
Meera and Desai knew my nature better than I knew it myself. Their plan to manipulate it to their advantage suffocated me. This wasn’t just about their betrayal – it was a brutal reminder of who I was.
 
Can we really quit? Can I really quit?
The answer stared me in the face, sharp and cruel.
There is no such thing as an “ex-cuckold.”
There never had been.
 
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[Paty@123]

వాస్తవానికి నేను నా స్వంత కథను వ్రాయాలని ప్లాన్ చేస్తున్నాను, నేను దాదాపుగా బేస్ ప్లాట్‌ని పూర్తి చేస్తున్నాను కనుక ఇది ఇంకా పురోగతిలో ఉంది. మరి ఈ ఇతివృత్తాలలోని “భర్త” పాత్రలకు న్యాయం చేసే కథనం చాలదనే నిరాశతో ఈ కథ రాస్తున్నాను. కాబట్టి, ఇది రెండు భాగాల ఫ్రాంచైజీ అనే నా ఆలోచనతో తాజా కథ అవుతుంది. ఒక్కో భాగంలో మొత్తం పది అధ్యాయాలు ఉంటాయి. మరియు ఈ సాగా యొక్క మొదటి భాగం కొంచెం క్లిఫ్‌హ్యాంగర్‌లో ముగుస్తుంది, రెండవ భాగం కథను ముగించి, ముగించబడుతుంది. మరియు నేను ఈ కథనాన్ని ఇక్కడ పోస్ట్ చేస్తున్నాను ఎందుకంటే అక్కడ మితమైన వివరణాత్మక సెక్స్ సీక్వెన్స్‌లు ఉంటాయి మరియు పాత్రలు చాలా బూడిద రంగులో ఉంటాయి మరియు ఈ సైట్‌లో ఇలాంటి కథనాన్ని కలిగి ఉండటం చాలా బాగుంది అని నేను భావిస్తున్నాను. ఇప్పుడు ఈ కథ గురించి నా మనసులో ఇన్స్పిరేషన్ నాకు సినిమాలంటే ఇష్టం కాబట్టి కొన్ని పోలికలు ఉంటాయి. దీనితో చాలా జానర్‌లను అన్వేషించాలనేది నా ఆలోచన, కాబట్టి నా కథ కేవలం వ్యభిచారం యొక్క ఇతివృత్తాన్ని మాత్రమే కలిగి ఉండదు, కానీ ఇందులో యాక్షన్, డ్రామా, ఎమోషన్, ట్విస్ట్ మరియు కొంత గ్రాఫిక్ హింస కూడా ఉంటుంది. ఈ కథను పూర్తిగా మాస్ మసాలా మూవీ టైప్ సాగాతో రియలిజం మరియు సినిమాటిక్ గురించి పెద్దగా ఆలోచించకుండా ట్రీట్ చేయాలనుకుంటున్నాను. మీరు ఎంత ఎక్కువ చదివితే సినిమా చూస్తున్న అనుభూతి కలుగుతుంది. ఇది కుక్కోల్డ్ కథలో పూర్తి కానప్పటికీ, కాన్సెప్ట్ పాక్షికంగా ఆటపట్టించబడవచ్చు మరియు ప్రేమ, శృంగారం, వ్యభిచారం, కామం, అవిశ్వాసం మొదలైన వాటిపై దృష్టి సారించే బహుళ సెక్స్ సీక్వెన్సులు మరియు విభాగాలు ఉంటాయి. నేను దీన్ని సరదాగా డిజైన్ చేస్తున్నాను. పోరాట సన్నివేశాలు రాయడం చాలా సమయం తీసుకుంటుంది. నేను మొదటి కొన్ని అధ్యాయాలను పూర్తి చేసిన తర్వాత, నేను ఒక ఫోరమ్‌ను ప్రారంభిస్తాను మరియు నా కథ చెప్పే నైపుణ్యాలన్నింటినీ మీకు చూపించాలనుకుంటున్నాను. 


ఈ కథ విషయానికొస్తే, తదుపరి అధ్యాయం ఎలా ముగుస్తుందో చూడాలనుకుంటున్నాను. అప్పుడే నాకు నచ్చిన విధంగా ముగింపు జరగకపోతే ఈ కథను ఎలా ముగించాలనుకుంటున్నానో ఆలోచించడం ప్రారంభిస్తాను. ఈ కథ ముగింపుతో సంతృప్తి చెందకపోతే షేర్ చేస్తాను లేదంటే మరో మంచి కథ రాసినందుకు క్రిష్‌ని అభినందిస్తాను.

Plz start , why to bother this story, you start plz

[Speedy21]

Didn't know why krish has to suffer all the time there is no coming back now desai won am disappointed pervious ending is the best i thought this story is better than any other cuckold stories but it's stillthe same the best story I read is the accident handdown

[DeanWinchester00007]

What you are saying is just hypothesis , Aisa bhi to ho sakta hai , waisa bhi to sakta hai , Meera ka perspective samjho , Bor action speaks louder than words and her action speaks much more than any of us can interpret the hidden perspective of her character 
and sorry Man , Nidhi's situation is very different than Meera. Meera knows how desai used nidhi still she is dreaming her life with him , You wrote extensively , step by step Desai plan to split the couple and Meera's knows everything , still she is dreaming her life with him , and not to forget her action of colluding with desai behind his back , if that does not clarify her action i dont know what does , Its liek 48 chapter is not enough to understand her intention .   
 
Man, I can simply show your comment to all how bad one can interpret a story. Maybe I will be proven wrong by Author, but I doubt it based on last ending. This is not speculation or waise bhi hota hai lol…there is proof lying around in all 48 chapters that Meera loves Krish and there is no proof she loves Desai. Ok lets say based on your thinking that actions speak more than words. Show me proof that she is dreaming life with Desai based on your words where in story Meera dreamed about her life with Desai? If she agreed to start an affair behind Krish’s back and going to sleep with Desai is telling you that she is dreaming her life with Desai than can we say Krish dreaming his life with Maithrei? Stop pushing your own perspective as fact lol. In my interpretation. Meera loves only Krish, but she misses certain aspects of perfect marriage that she wants in Krish that includes many things but majorly the level of intimacy or sex that she is looking from Krish and instead of fixing it with Krish she is seeking it from Desai..For good or bad both the couple are responsible for bringing in Desai into their lives..now he is part of their lives. Meera planning to cheat Krish is new to me and we will see how far it goes.  By the way Nidhi’s situation might be different but I was talking about how a woman feels when they have sex with Desai..Guess as I expected you did not get my comparison there.


Man that is the whole point , Meera knows everything about Desai, what he did , what he did to the krish , how he tried to break their relationship , The blackmail , the bang , She knows everything ( Disclaimer :- If she knows , If my memory serves right , I think she knows everything what desai did to Nidhi and Ananya, If she does not then it stupid krish's fault ) . Still she yearn for him , She literally head over heels for him , Just think how much she is in love with the man who actively trying to break her marriage from the start . What more evidence you need here ? 

No she doesn't know Desai is trying to break her marriage. If that is proven to her by Krish then game over for Desai. Meera only knows what Desai mention to her about Ananya..She doesn't know what Krish has experienced with Desai all the time trying to save Ananya. As for Nidhi, I agree in rewritten chapters Author changed this rpe scene in favor of Desai and we are yet to see why

And also If i remember , The word *Slut* is not negative word ,Which i did clarify it earlier when i used this term for meera but thik hai i should clarify every time i used the word Slut for Meera ., I used the word as synonym for HOTWIFE , but due to Cheating nature of Meera i think Slut is better but not in way to demean the character , i always said Meera with desai is not wrong thing, I always said Meera also deserved her happiness and she is also a person who deserve to make decision for her  , Its the cheating that I object and hiding her intention and her true feeling for desai from Krish. Why you cant see that as her growing up finally accepting she loves Desai . Does not it count as character growing , why its going back to krish is the only way for meera's character redemption arc . . and Krish moving away from Meera is not redemption arc , Thats not redemption . Thats just simple ending for Krish . Redemption would be something as Beat the shit of Desai and Also stand up to Meera and confront her . Here its just simple wish , Krish just to leave everything and move on with her life without Meera . 
True agreed if Meera loves Desai then I agree to your point that its natural progression though forced from chapter 41 on our minds by Author..but my point is its not proven yet that she loves Desai. Like I said earlier cheating behind Krish’s back cannot be interpreted as her loving Desai more than Krish. My point is simple, if readers can see Krish cheating Meera with Ananya, Ankita and several other characters like Parvathi, Nidhi and can say that Krish has unconditional love towards Meera in this whole series and Why would you say Meera is dreaming her life with Desai when she sleeps with Desai? Why can’t it be just a mirror image of Krish? Krish is seeking sex from Maithrei..Maybe Meera is only seeking sex from Desai? Why should she end up with Desai? Where is the proof that she loves Desai more than Krish? Of course I can be proven wrong since the story has not ended yet but at least based on last ending my theory is 99% closer than your theory. You can go back and see that ending before even Nidhi came to confess, Meera chose Krish over Desai. So stop pushing your biased perspective of how you interpret sex outside marriage as love on one side for Krish while there is no love on other side for Meera. That’s unfair. Hence as far as it goes so far..unless its proven Meera has fallen in love with Desai and she now cares more for Desai than Krish Meera going back to Krish makes more sense than your redemption arc of settling with Desai. Love is what matters the most in this story and nothing else.


And again why are you seeing the Meera and Desai relationship as something bad thing , Yes Desai is horrible character but after 48 chapters dedicating to him, Making him central character from side character , Having Meera totally crushing on him , Cheating on her husband , Doing everything to please him , teasing him , craving him , missing him , feeling so torment without him , feeling fear to embrace her true feeling for desai , Man then you are saying Meera ending with Desai is something forcible writing . Thats how story is progressed , not ending them together will be forcible ending . 
Its like Meera is jumping on desai dick throughout the story , then suddenly , you know I love my husband lets get back together and live happy life . lol .
Chapter 1 to 48 :- Meera jumping on desai dick 
Chapter 51 :- Meera suddenly remembers that she loves Krish , and then couple lives happily after . 
you see my point , It would be waste of 48 chapters . Desai is changed man , and Meera is changed women , Both of them deserve each other . Krish needs to get out and accept this , The more he fight for Meera , the more he looks desperate and the more he lose. 
Dude, think beyond sex..I cannot emphasize more than that. If Dick riding is only factor and craving sex with Desai is only a factor than this story would have ending back in some chapter 35-40. Like I said many times and I keep repeating it, Sex is not measure in this story to decide who should end up with whom.
Desai is not changed man, he was forcibly changed in chapter 42 lol , we are yet to see why that was done so I won’t give up and keep my hopes intact. Hope the purpose that he was changed from bad to good is not for him getting Meera.


Okay so now you need written proof , but want others to understand the unwritten perspective of Meera , Meera's imaginary torment of having wonderful sex with her future husband Desai . lol . 
Again man apple and oranges . Krish and Meitrei hookup is one night stand. Krish is not missing her , Krish is not thinkng about her , Krish is not going behind meera's back to fuck meitrei , but To be Honest , This will be good escape for Krish , if He also feels same for meitrei as Meera feels for desai and then its gonna be interesting. And again there 48 chapters Focused on Meera and Desai intimacy their confession of love , but you need one line *I LOVE YOU* as last proof . What about her special spitting thing only reserved for her sweet husband , okay flow flow me ho gya hoga . lol .
and then you are saying even if she confesses her love it wont mean anything . What exactly you are looking for ? Is meera getting pregnant by Desai , will be something consider as solid proof that she loves Desai . lol ( Pun intended )

Yes I want written proof that she loves Desai more than Krish..so far in this story its not established anywhere..even if we consider all the cravings ,torments and even the frustrations when she sees Desai is considered. We do not know if its love or not. For you its might be love then fine. For me it won’t prove that its love for Desai, it could be pure lust or maybe she has developed feelings for Desai but nothing compared to her love for Krish. When I said even if she confesses love for Desai doesn’t mean anything means “ Her love for Krish is far greater than her love for Desai” She developed feelings for Desai then its fine, happens when you  share bed with a person for extended period of time and no Krish and Maithrei is no different. If they continue affair for like you said 48 chapters they will end up same as Desai and Meera. Even then if Krish still loves Meera and also has feelings for Maithrei, I can accept that but doesn’t look like you can accept something like that..so its not apples to oranges.

But Why, Krish can marry with any unmarried women , Why do you assume that krish will marry with married women . 

Oh yes any new character is fine..I was only talking about existing characters in this story.

Why Its so hard to accept that Meera and Desai ending up together will be not good ending .  Are thik hai Desai rapist hai par usne apne driver ko ghar kharid ke diya hai . lol . Krish himself said Desai is not bad Man , and He is good for meera . Desai can be change Meera will fix him . and also Whatever desai did He did in order to get Meera , If you compare he did put more effort for Meera than Krish ever did .lol . 
I won’t even comment here after your acceptance of r*pe and saying its fine. If he did everything to get Meera doesn’t mean his sins are erased overnight. Maybe it will be for Meera according to Author but for readers it shouldn’t. Because if it does then you are endorsing its ok to blackmail and r*pe as long as Desai can eventually make them crave for him and interpret it as not r*pe. That’s ethically wrong on so many levels.  


and also I am making completely out of blue bullshit accusation against you  :- You hate Krish , You hate krish so much you want Meera and Krish to end up together , So when desai moved out , Meera will manipulate Krish again , then Its either Piyush or Ashish she is gonna fuck and Krish will again end up hiding in cupboard and wank. This way Krish torment cycle continues . lol  [img=21x21]file:///C:/Users/chall/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.png[/img]  While Meera keeps on enjoy her Slutty Nature .  

Haha I wish that were true but it’s not. I like Krish more than you can think I do. His life only turned bad after Desai came..earlier its not that bad. Love was never a problem between the couple. I do not believe this story has started as manipulation or who is the culprit. As long as couple love each other and spend time together and how ever they want spend their life together its not torment for them…open communication is all it takes and that needs fixed rest all is all already OK if we remove Desai from equation.



 ~RCF

Man , That is why i put emojis after a sentence .
Why Its so hard to accept that Meera and Desai ending up together will be not good ending .  Are thik hai Desai rapist hai par usne apne driver ko ghar kharid ke diya hai . lol . Krish himself said Desai is not bad Man , and He is good for meera . Desai can be change Meera will fix him . and also Whatever desai did He did in order to get Meera , If you compare he did put more effort for Meera than Krish ever did .lol . 

I won’t even comment here after your acceptance of r*pe and saying its fine. If he did everything to get Meera doesn’t mean his sins are erased overnight. Maybe it will be for Meera according to Author but for readers it shouldn’t. Because if it does then you are endorsing its ok to blackmail and r*pe as long as Desai can eventually make them crave for him and interpret it as not r*pe. That’s ethically wrong on so many levels.  
I was being sarcastic here . lol.  Like people speak , *Are to kya ho gya*  then speak something bullshit after it . 


and Man , Your Optimism is misplaced, Xossipian  . Itna gaslight to Meera ne Krish ko nhi kiya . 
 
Okay just wait , When Meera name her and Desai kid after Krish , I hope that will be closure for you . ( Pun Intended) 

     peace out .

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Oh Man , Chapter 49 is here , I am not gonna read it, If someone read it , Please reply if its worth reading . Is there something positive for Krish or not ? Please its request lol .

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Oh Man , Chapter 49 is here , I am not gonna read it, If someone read it , Please reply if its worth reading . Is there something positive for Krish or not ? Please its request lol .

For krisKr it's a nightmare man