Adultery Knowing my wife, knowing me as well - 1 by Krish_999 ( Completed )

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As promised to Mr. Shekhar, Meera put up her resignation on Monday. Everything went faster after that. She was interviewed by the new firm and was appointed immediately. On Friday, on the last working day, she was given a sent off party. It was a family gathering by all the working staff. Sam and Ananya were also present.
Ananya was wearing a flawless saree that helped it easy to make out her curves. But why I took notice of her was because of what Meera had told me about her a few days ago. It was fresh in my mind.



At the very first sight, I imagined her naked for a minute, lying in the back seat of a car, with her legs open, ready to be fucked by an unknown person. I got an instant erection. I stared her until she caught me doing so. Not once but thrice.

Monday Meera joined new place which was few more kilometres farther than the old one. Everything was good, though not better. She almost found it same except for the colleagues. They all were older than she used to have. That wasn't a problem though as she concentrated on her work.
******
Two week later I wanted to go to Laxmi road, one of the busiest streets of the city. As usual, I parked my car at a safe place near it and boarded a bus.
I saw Ananya in the bus. She was wearing a flared kurti and looked very cute. This time fortunately I didn't get into any dirty thoughts nevertheless I was mesmerised by her smile.

When I said I'm going to Laxmi Road she said she's also going there. So we took onto the market together.
She wanted to make a replace of her satchel she had bought previous week. We did that first and proceeded to the lamp house where I bought a nice lamp that changes colours with help of a remote. This was my idea and a surprise for Meera.
Maybe for Mr. Shekhar too. Who knows?

Ananya had no clue about such a lamp and its purpose.

"I'm gonna setup a dance floor type ambience at my home."
I said.
She looked at me and smiled. She asked me not to forget about her and Meera's other old colleagues whenever we organise any party. She said she loves to dance in party but she's scared of Sam.

"Yeah, Meera had told me about you guys."

I said and regretted it quickly. She looked straight at me and I feared she heard it the way I feared.

"Let's grab something to drink. I'm kinda starving."

She said quickly.
I thought it was all normal between us, nothing like I thought. But it wasn't. At the corner of the coffee bar, she straightaway put me back into where we were.

"What has she told you about us, I mean, me?"

"What?"

"I know what you know. That I used to fuck my boss. Isn't it?"

I was stunned. I couldn't speak.

"I know you're gonna tell this to Sam, ain't you?"

She asked, looking into my eyes.
I felt like she's standing a breath away from me, counting my heartbeats. If I lie, she would catch me in a second and then strangle me in another.

"No, I won't. I've promised that to Meera."

She suddenly extended her hand and held mine over the small table. A current passed through them to me.
"Please, Krish, make a promise with me too."

"I promise."

"My life depends on you."

"I promise you Ananya, I will never tell Sam about it. Never."

"Okay."
She left my hand. The drinks arrived.

When we were coming back I told her about the car and said I would drop her at home.
She agreed.
I was at Sam's flat for the first time and she invited me inside. Sam wasn't there. Nobody was there.
Though I refused, she insisted I have some cool drinks and I sat on the sofa set. She came with two glasses of red coloured juices.

She sat next to me in the same sofa.

"I had seen you checking me out in the party.."

She said.
A sudden jolt hit my throat and I coughed. A few drops of juice spilled over my pants.
Oops.
She quickly grabbed a towel and rubbed my thigh. Didn't she know that that was so cliche? I didn't know what I should do. I still had the glass in my hand.

"You were staring at me."

She said with her face very close to me. I turned my head right to face her and I could feel her breath on my face even though it wasn't touching me.

"Do you like me?"

That was a direct question. I cleared my throat.

"Wh... What are you saying?"

I stammered. I feared she might not have heard it because of my ramming heartbeats which I still felt struggling to pump the blood into the veins. There were many parts of my body starving of blood.
Next thing I knew was her lips on mine. I let go of my glass but it didn't drop to the floor, as she had already grabbed it from my hand. I didn't care about the glass at the moment as Ananya kissed me with her warm lips.
It had the same taste of the juice that I had just had, with an added freshness that I made out would be from her lips. She leaned onto me further, and kissed me again. I don't know what happened, but my hands were soon around her, and I opened my mouth to kiss her back.
After this incident I often wondered, why I didn't even think of Meera even once while all this was happening. I could never make out an answer. I didn't remember about Meera. Neither about Sam.
When she got up with my hands in her hands and walked me to her bedroom, I forgot about myself too.
In the bed, she took off my clothes as well as hers. Her boobs and body curves feasted my eyes. She fed me with her erect tits. She knew I was numb and she lead the way.

"I know your favourite pose."

She whispered in my eyes and climbed on top of me. Honestly, this was the first time I thought about my wife since the time I stepped into this flat with her friend.
And the thought was this: Meera had discussed with ananya about my favourite pose!
But I had gone too far from the moment of return. She had grabbed my dick and was putting a condom on it. I moaned like a virgin boy on his first date when she worked her soft hands on my dick that stood up aiming the ceiling. I watched it soon disappearing into her perfectly shaved pussy as she sat on my hip. Next four minutes she rode me back and forth and moaned fervently.

"Say you like me, krish."

She panted.
I was speechless. I was about to cum.

"I'm coming Ananya.."

"Close your eyes krish... And tell me you like me... Say you love me..."

It was a moment I could say or do anything she says. I closed my eyes and groaned.

"I love you... Ananya....I love..."


I couldn't finish, as I shot vigorously, flooding the condom. In a second, I heard her moan and she fell on me, pressing her boobs on to my chest.
Oh my god.
I was suddenly brought back in to the reality.
But that too, could stop neither my hands from embracing her nude body nor my lips from eating hers.
It was delicious.
She got up slowly and I almost jumped out of the bed. She smiled.

"Don't worry. I Meera won't know."

I nodded, without knowing why.
But she made me realise it everything with next sentence.

"I'll keep your secret, as long as you keep mine."

I was stunned.

"You did this to keep yourself safe?"

"Yes. I know the men are never good in keeping secrets. But now I know that you'll do the best."

She finished wearing her clothes. I was still finishing my pants.
She continued.

"But you know, not only that. I had a crush on you, especially when Meera told me about your style. I was about to do it but I.... I just.... Next time I'll do that also, in your mouth, you know..."

She paused with a smile.
What the hell! Women are worst than men in keeping secrets. I thought instantly.
Ananya continued.

"That stuff is really... You know. By the way, don't you bother to ask Meera about sharing all this. You don't know that I knew this."

She was smiling but it sounded like a warning.
I nodded.
******
On the way back to home I struggled to keep my mind on the road. I'd just had sex with my friend's wife.
I also wondered about Ananya. She was ready to fuck me because she wanted to keep my mouth shut about how she was fucked by someone else. It's just ridiculous. At the same time I also felt she was just cooking up that reason. She had a crush on me and she just wanted to fuck me. That's it.
I preferred the later option to believe because it gave me some value. I really felt pity for Sam. I decided I won't see him for soon.
Also I felt sorry for Meera.
******
At home when I saw Meera, I felt really guilty.
I've just cheated on my wife.
I couldn't believe it but it was the reality.
And that too, with her best friend.
What if Ananya opens up to her?
That mere thought paralysed me.
I avoided eye contact with her.
I couldn't make any sexual move to Meera for a week. I couldn't even get an erection.
*******

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Her name isn't actually Ananya, but I named her in the story so because she resembles actress Ananya. May be it's only in my eyes.

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Two weeks were gone since Meera had moved to the new firm. Mr. Shekhar invited us for a lunch at his home.

Meera wore a cream saree and she looked pretty and adorable. She had chosen a perfect look for a family lunch.


Though we had been getting closer to Mr. Shekhar for more than a few months, it was the first time we were seeing his home as well as family. He lived in a lavish bungalow that suited his reverence. He and his wife Sheelu greeted us at his doorstep. It was our first meeting with Sheelu. She was impressed with my charming wife. When she mentioned these pleasantries to me, it suddenly pushed me a few days back, yet again.
I couldn't extricate myself from the guilt of cheating on Meera. I was being tortured.

Sheelu was quite a lady. She was also wearing a saree to the occasion and though she was forty something, she looked in her thirties. She owned a spa in the city and she asked Meera to visit it when time allows.

Mr. Shekhar had only things to praise wife. At a point I even felt if he would offend his wife. But nothing of that sort happened.
We had lunch and left.
****
Few days later, Mr. Shekhar called up Meera again to invite us to his home, this time for dinner. She was surprised and he said this time he wants her to wear the dress he had gifted her.
Though Meera had mentioned about the dress being so revealing, I hadn't seen it yet.
So I too encouraged her to wear it.
Then she wore it.

And that one was stunning. She was real, and the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life.
On the way she revealed one thing.

"Sheelu is not going to be there."

"What?"

I asked.

"He told me."

She seemed innocent when she said that. But I doubted whether the dress is for me or Mr. Shekhar.
For me or for Mr. Shekhar? I had to see.

Mr. Shekhar was alone at his big bungalow. But he had made some efforts for the occasion. As my eyes were wandering through the arrangements he had made for us, his were stuck to my wife.

"There may be women in this world with more beauty and charm, but for me, Meera, you're the most beautiful that I've ever seen in my life."

He flattered her, running his palm over her sleeveless upper arm.
I wondered myself that those were the same thoughts that crossed my mind when I saw her, but now he has just articulated it to make her blush. He knew how to impress.
He walked us to drawing room where he had set up for the night.
Scotch. Whisky. Vodka. Wine. Snacks. Flowers. Lights. Dim lights. Everything.
Meera chose vodka over wine. I could foresee what's coming.

"Krish, you may be wondering why this party now."

Mr. Shekhar began to talk as he poured into glasses.

"Well Meera is now with me, I mean my side in the business and now I have an upper hand in to the firm, which I've been desperately looking for. This week, with what she'd done for me in the office, I feel like I've made one of my best decisions in recent times. Krish I wanted to reward your wife, but it's not appropriate to do that in front of her colleagues. So I thought I should do this in your presence since none of this would have been possible without your support.."

He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.
Meera was surprised.

"Nooo...."

She wanted to refuse it, but he pressed her so much that she had to take his 'token of love'.
Then he toasted the glasses for us.
Soon we were partying. Drinking. Talking. Laughing. Teasing..
Most of the talk were centred around Meera, as usual.

Though Meera sat opposite to him, she was feasting us both alike with her alluring looks. She often ran her hand around her ear, tucking strands of her hair and her glowing skin emanated an enticing fragrance.


He played music at a low volume and switched to the dim light after a few rounds.
I was watching his moves in a covert manner. He was bringing up the ambience.
He revealed the reason for Sheelu's absence that he wanted to create this ambience for us. He wanted us to feel home and enjoy the way we wanted. He wanted us to dance and wanted to watch us.
Meera commented,
"If we're gonna repeat our last party, it's gonna be Krish who's gonna enjoy watching."

It hurts when she speaks with such honesty.
Mr. Shekhar smiled. It seemed like he was waiting for the subject to begin.

"Yeah, that's true. That night was so fun, we both had left him so high."

Meera joined him quickly.

"Absolutely."

I tried hard to hide my embarrassment. But as a matter of the fact, I was getting hard.
Then he asked what happened after he left that night.

"Don't ask, it was a tragedy."

Meera said.

"What? Oh no!"

He was surprised to death. I was choked to death. At least I imagined my death in humiliation.
Meera didn't stop there.

"Yeah, you know, he was too drunk for anything.."

"Not only me she too!" I interrupted in order to regain lost pride, desperately.

Mr. Shekhar ignored me and promptly announced that he is not going to let us leave in that night. He said we can sleep in his bungalow, in any room we choose. That was very generous. Meera opposed it more than me, but only in vain.
At last, we agreed.
It turned out a blessing in disguise. Because didn't have the tension of driving drunk, and we could drink more. We could enjoy more.
He upped the music soon, toasted again.

"Your time young couple!"

I was pathetic on the floor, I knew. So I didn't want to dance. But I had the energy to try.
Meera clung on to my shoulder and we danced to the melody. It wasn't a dance. I return to my couch even before finishing the first song and grabbed my glass.

"I can't do this."

I accepted my defeat and emptied my glass to pour another.

"Oh that's bad. That's it?"

Shekhar looked at me. I gestured now it's your turn. He refused.

"No, it's too early, I'll dance later."

According to him he wasn't as drunk as me, but in my eyes we were the same.
Meera walked up to the men and emptied her glass too. She put the glass next to the vodka bottle and looked at me, asking with her eyes to refill it. Then she turned to Shekhar and grabbed his empty glass to give it to me.

"Come, Shekhar. Dance with me."

She turned to him again. Without saying a word he followed her command.
The quick rounds of drinks had pared the dim lights further down in my eyes. But there was no way it could stop me see what was going right in front of me.
There was Meera. There was Mr. Shekhar.
There was no crowd to interrupt them like in a pub. I was merely a spectator.
I watched Meera quickly being charmed into his steps. It seemed Mr. Shekhar possessed only those moves that pulls his partner as closest as possible. She clung onto his body like she had done to me but this time it was well appreciated as Shekhar had his both hands on her hip. He was feeling her love handles up slowly with the moves, in tune to the romantic song.
I had been hard in my tight pants since I stepped in to this house. And it was now aching. I had been carrying the pressure of dry weeks. When they came back to the couch, I was deep in thought of hour how to handle myself.
They picked up their glasses and Shekhar asked me if I've not accidentally exchanged their glasses.
Meera burst into a laugh. I don't remember if I laughed or not.
Shekhar sipped his glass once and shook his head.
"Mmm... No. No added sugar. It's mine."

Meera kept giggling and asked if he wants some sugar. He said he's fan of sugar. She extended her glass to his lips and he took a sip.

"Mmm... Wow!"

Both were laughing. Flirting right in front of me. Yet I was not seeing it.
I cut the foreplay and asked him where is the washroom. He gestured with his eyes to the hall.

"To the right."

He said.
I got up and quickly walked to the hall. To the right I saw a bead curtain and it's coral shells and glasses or I don't know what, made a very audible yet natural sound when I hurried through it. There was a washroom. A spacious and luxurious one that made me stand and notice first.
When I reached the closet I felt a sudden laid back sense within me. It happens. The urge to slow down and relax when you've guaranteed access to something that you have been longing so hard.
As I pulled down my clothes and freed my dick to swing it in the air, only thing I aimed was to do it slowly. I knew my wife is drunk and alone with a man who clearly lusted after her which is not his fault, but at that moment I had the belief that they wouldn't try anything as long as they're unsure of my return. All they could do is to dance together and feel a bit of each other.
I sat down and worked my way as slow as possible, and in my mind I saw my wife being embraced and felt by Shekhar while dancing. But I was well past that pace and nothing was slow. In a matter of two minutes or so, I had reached the point of no return. At the peak moment of it, a vision of Meera lying in a bed with her legs apart and moaning flashed in my mind. In a second, I started emptying my balls into the water.

As I stepped out of the washroom, I heard the song from the drawing room. The volume was lower. They must be dancing, I thought.
When I was about to cross the bead curtain, I stopped. If I walk past this as normal, it would make noise and they'd hear.
I had an urge to peep at them and see what they're doing in my absence.
I avoided the bead curtain by walking around a number of pillars and large couches.
I stopped behind the door way to the drawing room and peeped through the dbang curtain.
They were dancing together, very slowly.
And they were so close. His hands were around her body. He wasn't just holding her but caressing her back. He was feeling her butt, with no objection at al!
My heart pumped and dick twitched at the same moment. Yet, that wasn't the moment of truth that told me what's happening, but the moment I saw their faces.
They were kissing! They were kissing nonstop. And with each passing second, she was melting into him. I saw his right hand pulling up her frock a bit and making its way to her softness. He parted his lips from hers for a moment, only to go after it vigorously.
I didn't know what I should do.
If I don't show up, will they make out right there?
I felt that's less probable.
The very next moment I saw what's possible, as Shekhar moved his left hand to her front. Towards her crotch, aiming for the big O.
She suddenly made a jump from his hand but not as strong as to stop him. She arced back he started rubbing down there. I saw his hand moving.I couldn't wait anymore. I had to interfere.
I walked back around the pillars and crossed the bead curtain, deliberately making a huge noise. When I entered the drawing room, I saw them dancing to the music like nothing has happened, with both of them barely touching each other.
But I could make out that both were still gasping for their breath.
After that they didn't try much to engage each other. I could see that I had killed the spark. A few more steps and they were back to the couch.
Meera sat with me. Mr. Shekhar sipped his glass once and excused himself to the washroom. The very next moment Meera jumped over me. Before I knew, her lips were on mine. She sat on my lap with both her knees at the either sides of me and kissed me noisily. The same lips that were fed to someone else a few moments ago. I was helpless at the hands of this woman.

"Baby... I love you."

She moaned and rubbed my face with her.
I heard the noise from bead curtain.
Mr. Shekhar was coming. But Meera made no effort to move. She merely turned her head to him.

"Whoa!"

He walked in, and exclaimed.
I tried to smile, to hide my embarrassment.

"Don't mind, Shekhar."

Meera said casually before moving her ass off me.

"No, it's okay. Carry on, feel yourself home Meera."

Shekhar said.

"No, it's just infatuation."

She grabbed her glass and finished it in a swig.
We did one last round, and had a light dinner. By the time we walked into our bedroom, I was too exhausted to even stand. I felled myself on the bed. Meera went to washroom and I didn't care if she returned.
*****

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Next day she admitted that Mr. Shekhar is sexually attracted to her. She mentioned the way he was touching her body while dancing. She didn't mention the kiss.
At first I snubbed her allegations saying it could be her delusions only.

I said, "Mr. Shekhar is such a gentleman, I don't think he would do anything like that. It's baseless to believe he'll ever take any risk with you especially because you are so important in his business realm. I can see that he's lusting after you, but he's so professional, isn't he? After all, who can't be attracted to you?"

She looked at me unbelievably. She might have thought how can I be so stupid.

In the night she lay close to my body in our bed and put her hand around me.

"Do you like watching me dance with him?"

I knew she was talking about Mr. Shekhar. I looked at the ceiling when I replied.

"I'm always thrilled by the attention you get from the public."

It wasn't a surprise but a relief for her as it was something she wanted to hear from me. She said she had felt that in the past too.

The sex between us was back. I had forgone my guilt of incident involved with Ananya. Every night I made love to Meera and most of the times I went to bed posing as Mr. Shekhar, at least in my mind. Every night she lay on her back in our bed smiling at me as I ejaculated inside her.

*****

Meera often used to chat with him those days. Most of it was related to work. Or at least I thought so. Two days after our our get-together, she said Mr. Shekhar has gone to The Mauritius for a month long business tour. Life was usual between us.
Three weeks later on a fine day she was chatting with him over the phone. She then revealed to me that he's asking her about that Saturday night. I was curious instantly. He had asked if it was a tragedy or not.
I said, "Tell him the truth. Say it was a tragedy.."

She turned me down.
I commented that he must be looking for some hot talk with her. She laughed in a playful manner and asked him if Sheelu is with him. He said she's not.
Meera looked at me like I was true.
In that moment I got carried away and asked her to tell him that she's also alone. I saw her typing that. And more.

"Ask him about that Saturday night, that, what he was doing after we were gone to our room..."

I called forth for more. I was getting aroused.
She teasingly hit me.

"You're such a dirty mind. You're playing with an old man's emotions.."

I enjoyed her accusations.

"Hey look, he's asking what I'm wearing!"

She widened her eyes. Then looked at me.
"What should I reply?"

"Really? Isn't it too early?"

I teased her wondering how fast he's moving.
I then suggested she should tell the truth.
She was wearing a black T-shirt with a long floral skirt.


She laughed. She was joking. He hadn't asked about her dress.
"You're too crooked and willing to show off your wife!"
She said.

But she didn't allow anymore off me. She pushed me out of our room and closed the door.

"You go, sleep in the couch."
She smirked.

"Okay, I will, but promise me you'll share the fun with me later." I said.

She opened the door and threw a pillow over me and shut the door.
I sat on the sofa and switched on the TV. But I couldn't watch anything. I had become very hard and I felt a strong urge to masturbate. I walked to the washroom and engaged myself to the dirtiest of my thoughts.
After pleasuring myself for twenty long minutes I walked back to the couch. This time I felt relaxed. Meera's door was still closed. I wondered if she's masturbating.
Then I heard our doorbell ringing.
It was almost ten and I thought it could me any neighbour.
I was walking to the door, as Meera opened her door. She was in panic and her face looked frightened.

"Don't open the door. It's Shekhar."

She almost cried while muttering those words.

"What?" I was speechless.

"Yes, he asked me would I mind if he show up here right now. I thought he's joking and said okay."
She murmured.

"That's okay. Why are you panicking for that? Let him come."
I started to walk to the door, like a fool.
She held my hand.

"No. Don't you remember that we've told him that you're not here? I'm supposed to be alone."

I stopped. Yes. Now I got the picture. Why she's panicking and why he's standing there.

"Oh shit."
I could only say that.

"You'll have to hide."
She said.

"And then?"

"I don't know."
I thought for a microsecond.

"Where should I hide? Under the bed?"

I still remember me picturising myself hiding under her bed, even in that anxious moments. I have often wondered later how did I manage to do so.

"Under the bed? No! No way! Find somewhere.... Wait, yo can hide in our store room.."

Meera suggested.
Suddenly I thought about my old trick.

"Okay. I have an idea. I'll hide in the store room. You'll open the door, and make him some drinks. And after sometime I'll call you and you must pick up. You'll be told that I'm coming home, I'll reach in ten minutes. You can force him leave quickly."

She looked at the wall clock. It was nine fifty five.

"At what time will you call?"

"I'll call you at ten ten.."

"No, ten five.."

"Okay. At ten five."

I grabbed my phone and hurried to the store room. It was at the end corner of kitchen. While I walked in I heard the doorbell again. I quickly closed the door and heard it's handle lock getting hooked. I feared if it was audible outside. It was utter darkness inside. I found the switch with help of my mobile, but it wasn't working. I couldn't hear anything from outside as well except the sound from TV.
It was 9.56pm in my mobile. I noticed the sounds from TV stopped. I made out than they must be sitting in the couch there. Though I tried my best, I couldn't hear any sound from there.
I stood silently in that darkness and nine minutes went like nine hours.
At exactly 10.05pm, I made the call. It just beeped and displayed a no signal message.
I tried again, and again only to get the same result. The shit was happening. The kitchen store had no signal.
I went to the mobile settings and carried out a manual search. Though it showed a number of other networks, none of them got registered when I selected on them.
It wasn't working.
I decided to sneak in to the kitchen and make the call. I was scared of getting caught if they're sitting in the living room. But had no other choice.
I sneakily tried to open the door handle. That's when I got the second dose of bad luck. The door handle was damaged and it could only be opened from outside. Meera had told me about this a few weeks ago, but I had forgot about it.
Shit. I cursed myself and again resorted to searching for signals which wasn't there.
It was time to become panic as it was already 10.15.
Then I heard the door handle moving. It was opening.
Meera stood there, and the first thing I knew was her palm across my face.

"Why the fuck you didn't call?"
She screamed.

"What?"
I rubbed my face.

"Is he gone?"
I asked. More than being hit, I was surprised to know that Mr. Shekhar had left.

"Answer me first"
She gruffed.

I told her the truth. I showed her the mobile.i showed her the door handle.

Then I asked,

"How did you manage to send him off?"

She said she didn't have to do that as Mr. Shekhar left himself.
I let out a sigh to convey my relief which was short-lived, until she revealed what happened.
And what she told me stunned me.

When she opened the door Mr. Shekhar walked in with a smile and asked how is she. She said she's surprised like hell. She lead him to the living room. She switched off the TV and asked him to sit in the couch while she would prepare something to drink.
But suddenly he clung to her hand and pulled her to him.
He said, "I'm not here for drinks, Meera"

His hands had embraced her. He then suggested they should be in the bedroom first before starting to talk. She was forced to walk him to the bedroom. He quickly closed the door and next thing she knew was his lips on hers. First kiss. It was wet enough to fell Meera to the bed. There he kissed her again. Second kiss. While it was happening, she felt his touch under her skirt. Two things had happened even before his arrival that made her go blank in a second. One, she wasn't wearing her panty; two, she was wet.

"You're deliciously wet, my lady!" He smiled when he saw it.

Helplessly, she looked to the clock and it was exactly 10.05. She tried to look at the table on which her phone was lying, while her legs were being spread apart. Before she could say anything, shekhar lowered his face down there and she felt his lips in there. Lips and tongue. Just a few seconds and he rose to give attention to her boobs. He kissed and kneaded them over the T-shirt, lowering his body perfectly between her legs. His right hand went towards her waist and before she knew, he executed it. Her skirt was up to the waist, and she sensed something touching her down there and with a swift push, his dick was inside her, albeit only the head.
Meera paused, and her eyes was closed, trying to remember the sequence. I was stunned, and numb. However, I managed to ask.

"Then?"

She looked at me once and looked down to the floor. Then continued.

"Then, then he was very quick. He kept going. Oh my god, I can't describe what I was feeling then. I'm sorry baby. I couldn't stop him, I just couldn't. "

She began to sob.

"It's okay baby."
I tried to calm her down. I didn't want her to cry.

"Sorry that I hit you."

She touched my face with her soft hands and I melted. I hugged her.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

She whispered and wiped her tears. She was calmed down and sat back.

"What happened then?"

I wanted to know, even though I was scared if it would anger her. Well it didn't.

"Then, then, he... He kept going, like hard. I just couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop me too. And he was very quick, like you. Just a couple of minutes. I came back to my senses only when he came. I felt his juice inside me."

She kept saying and I sat there listening it all. I now wonder how stupid I had been. And I chose to ignore her comment 'he was quick like you, just a couple of minutes'.

"He was exhausted with that. He commented he was feeling like an old man.."

"I started crying as soon as he was off me. I cried that I did what I shouldn't have. He was embarrassed. He tried to sit down next to me and console me. But I asked him to leave. He wasn't leaving but I insisted and told him I'll talk to him later. I told him that I need some time. He relented. He left immediately."

Meera finished.

"Are you safe?"

I asked like it's the only thing I cared.

"Yes."

I looked straight into her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

She looked at me confused, her gaze asking me what the hell I meant. I sat close to her and slowly fondled shoulder.

"I mean, baby, whatever happened, has happened. It was our fault, we gave him too much space. It was just fun for us until now, and we failed to see from his side. I'm the one to blame. I shouldn't have let him do all that stuff. You know, dance and all..."

"Can you forget this?"

She interrupted me. After all, that's what mattered to her the most.

"I have to. And I will. Because I love you baby."

I was honest. I couldn't think of a life without her.
She leaned to me and kissed me. It was a light kiss on my lips.

"I love you Krish."

"I love you too baby."
I whispered.
*****

[sarit11]

The following days were really difficult between us. Next day, it was a Friday, Mr. Shekhar called Meera during her office time. He asked if she's okay. He was worried of her outburst after the sex. She said she's okay. Anything more wasn't talked about.
Meera told me about this in the evening.

"It's a good sign that he's not bringing up the topic again." I said.

A few days later, it was Tuesday evening when she told me she wanted to make a confession.
She said it's about the night we had gone to his bungalow and something she had been thinking deeply for a few days about. The first thing that ran to my mind was what I had already witnessed that night.
And that was exactly she wanted to reveal.
She confessed that when I had gone to washroom during their dance, he had kissed her. And she said she didn't stop him. She let him kiss and even responded positively, by kissing him back.
I wasn't surprised. I felt good that she came clean about it. She wasn't a woman who wanted to hide something from her man. I effortlessly dismissed my memories of Mr. Thomas and Mr. Mohan. Only thing that I thought was me. And at that moment, I Also felt an urge to confess. I looked into her eyes and she easily made out that I'm holding something back. That wasn't something she expected from me after her confession.
She asked what is that.
I decided a go.

"Meera, I'm glad you've come clean about it. I too want tell you something; I had seen you kissing. I was coming to the room and saw you embraced by each other, and kissing.."
I told her how I had walked back and made some noise by shaking the bead curtain.
She was surprised.

"Then why didn't you scold me?"

"I thought you both were drunk and it may be a mistake. I never believed that you will ever do that otherwise."

She fell silent over next two minutes.

"Were you excited?"
She asked suddenly.

"What?"

"You were excited watching us kissing, weren't you?"

She sounded like she was sure of it. And I conceded it as I shook my head. At that moment I had no idea about how she came to that conclusion, but her subsequent questions suggested that I let it slip myself by not mentioning certain things in my confession.

"You saw us kissing. And what else you saw?"

I felt like I was being interrogated about something that was already known to her. If I lied, she would catch me in a second.

"I saw him feeling your body."

"And?"

"And... And I saw him touching your...."

"My what?"

"Your.... down there."
I faltered.

"And?"

"That's it. That's all I saw."

"And you were excited."

I didn't reply. I didn't have to. Because it didn't matter anymore.
She looked me straight into my eyes.

"Tell me one thing, Krish. Don't lie. You were always excited to see me with Mr. Shekhar, weren't you?"

"No. No."
I denied hastily. She ignored me.

"You liked seeing me talk with him, dance with him, and being touched by him. "

I shook my head in denial.

"You did. I told you, don't lie to me Krish."
Her voice was harsh.

"Say you were excited seeing all that."

I looked down.

"Look at me Krish. And tell me."
She demanded and turned my face to her.

I was weak.

"I knew this."
She whispered into my ears.

"I knew that you always liked watching me with other men. I mean, I had that feeling."

"Yeah I liked."
Finally, somehow I mustered strength to speak to my wife.

"I liked watching you do all those stuff, but I didn't want this happen, I mean, what happened with Shekhar..."

"Yeah I know."
She said and put her hands over my shoulder.

"But I love you Meera. My baby, I love you, I can't live without you. I may want to see you talk and dance with them but I want you make love to me only..."
I let it go.
Her hands tightly held my weak body to hers.

"It's okay Krish. I love you too."

It was a conversation between a husband and wife that lasted merely a few minutes, but it had the power to set the tone of their entire life. It held the consequences that later proved inevitable. I never wanted to be looked down at like a man who gratify himself from the sight of his wife with other men, even though I had realised I was. I wanted to avoid it. But we often meet our fate on the road we take to avoid it. I was destined to be a cuckold.
*****

[sarit11]

During those days I made a Google search on the topic 'my wife slept with other men'. I was expecting stories of mourning men. But the results were a revelation to me. Of course, there were mourning people but there were more. There were men who knew their wives slept with other men and sought pleasure from it. There were men who wanted their wives to sleep with other men. There were men who set up their wives sleep with other men. Some of them where true experiences, while others were simply fictions. Erotic fictions that gave detailed narratives of how their wives fucked around their bosses, friends, strangers or even their family members. I read many of them and one word eventually stuck my mind.
Cuckold.
That was the first time I heard of that word.
Cuckold means a man whose wife committed adultery. And the word 'cuckoldry' had even more impact in me. It meant sexual conquests of a married woman.
In the night I looked into darkness and wondered if Meera is cuckolding me. It was a question that made me numb.
Who's playing the game now? Me? Or her?

*****

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thanks sarit garu motham story post cheyandi rendu parts ni

[sarit11]

Next day evening she showed me her mobile. It had a message from Mr. Shekhar.
It was a pic of a coffee.

"Mr. Shekhar is asking me out for a coffee."

She said. I found a smile dancing around the corner of her lips.

"So what?"

'You want me to go?"
She put her hand around my shoulder. I got it.

"It's not up to me. It's up to you to decide"
I put the ball in her court. She looked deep into my eyes.
"I don't want to go"
She said.

I felt really good. This simple incident made me feel like we've dealt with the damage in our marriage.
She further proposed to take a week's leave from her work. It would not only let her regain her life but also send Mr. Shekhar a message that she's not very okay with what happened.

I instantly agreed to the idea. It eased my mind. But next morning when I left for work, all my comfort was gone. Because I knew she's alone at home. Mr. Shekhar still remained friendly enough to walk into our house any time of the day. At work I was constantly at worry thinking about the possibly of Mr. Shekhar visiting her at home. I didn't think she would stop him from entering the house. Even I wouldn't do it.
It was a horrible feeling. It was a horrible day.
My heart was constantly at pressure and I felt by evening that I would die of heat attack. When I was relieved from work, I rushed home.
She was there, sound and safe. Yet, I spent a few minutes for observing her very closely to ensure it. I had become suspicious. I regretted behaving this way but I couldn't help myself. That night I told her that I'm also taking a few days off. She was glad at my decision.

Suddenly there was some relief in my heart. It was so simple. At some point of our lives, we all do come across these types of struggles. The cure would be so simple and close yet we feel like there is no escape from the pain. I felt like I just found a way to ease my pressure.

She suggested we should get away by ourselves for vacation to some places. It has been more than an year since we had our last vacation in Kolkata. After much thinking, we decided we should do a short trip to Goa and spend a few evenings there watching the sea. We still had the money from the 'token of love' gifted to her by Mr. Shekhar.
****

By Friday evening, we were at Goa and we chose to spend our stay at a vacation resort. We didn't have much of a plan to follow. We got off our room on the same day itself, though we spent it site-seeing and walking through the beach only. After that we had dinner in a nearby restaurant that set the right mood in both of us. We spent the night in the comfort of each other's warm bodies. We just slept, nothing more than that. But we both were feeling a sense of relief at each other's hands.

Next morning I woke up to see a recharged Meera. She wanted to go out as early as possible. After breakfast we went to watch a film. Then we had lunch and did some shopping. Before evening we hit the beach again.
She wore a blue dress that was really sexy and oozed confidence she had gathered in two days.

There were many couples like us in the beach. The waves ran between ours feet as we watched the sun sinking to the other side of the sea. I held her with my hand over her shoulder and we walked forward to the water. Some couples were in the water, playing and swimming.

"Tomorrow we'll also swim" Meera said, watching them.

Her dress and my jeans up to knees were drenched in water when we got back. We sat down on the sand to dry them before going back. Crowd was gone and darkness was spreading through the beach by the time we left our place. A security officerman was also seen advising people to leave. Meera didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay there till night. We walked along the beach to right side.

"Let's go sit on top of the stones"

She pointed towards the stones at the end of the path. It looked like there beach ended there. We walked around the stones to reach the other side.

"There's no one here." I said.

She looked at me and smiled. I too smiled. She turned to me and gave me a warm hug.

"I'm so at peace now, I love you Krish."

I really doubted if she needed this lonely place to hug me. Never mind, I said myself and I wasted no time to reciprocate.
I embraced her and quickly landed my lips on hers. It was our first kiss in a week. We didn't want to stop ourselves. We stood there in the shades of the big stones and kissed.
Until I heard someone moving behind me. I stopped and turned back, but before that I felt a very hard blow on the right side of my head. It wasn't something that would break my head but it indeed carried enough power to make me fall to the ground. Meera started to scream, but I heard her scream being cut. With my head still spinning, I saw her being held by a man whose palm was pressed across her mouth, through the corner of my eyes.
"Leave her..." I screamed in a lesser volume than I believed I could make and tried to get up. But next thing I knew was a piece of cloth being pushed into my mouth. He then pressed me to the ground overpowering me very quickly and tied my both hands to my back. Then he took his heavy bag and hit my head again. I felt like this time it must have broken in parts. But I didn't care much about it. I was looking to Meera. The man pulled her to the darker side and simply laid her to the ground. She struggled in his hands and shook her entire body to escape. I saw the man from my side quickly walking to them.
"Leave her!"
And he removed his hand off her mouth. Next thing I heard was a sound that left my heart reeling. It was a hard slap across her face that was enough to make her as well as me to become numb.
"Don't move!"
He grunted. I thought she must have become unconscious. Though she wasn't, it didn't matter. We both couldn't do a thing. I wept like a child for that was the only thing I could do. I saw her taker leaning to her face and I closed my eyes helplessly. It was devastating.

******

[sarit11]

Suddenly I heard someone running and falling. When I opened my eyes I saw two men fighting. The man who were kissing Meera came to help but the newcomer unleashed a series of blows to both the men. They both fell to the sand a couple of times before they ran away. The new man, our saviour, came to me first.

"Are you okay?"

He asked while untying my hands and getting me up. I don't remember now what I replied to him as I ran to Meera. She had got up but was still sitting on the ground.

"Are you okay, baby?"

I touched her cheek. She let out a cry and hugged me tight. It took a few moments for us to calm down and acknowledge our saviour.

"Thank you sir, thank you very much" I said walking to him holding Meera along with me.
He stood there looking at is both. It was dark and I couldn't make out his face. But deep in my heart I knew I would never forget this man.
He asked me if we can walk. I said we can.

"I had seen them hitting you. I thought they're checking your purse for money and I thought I would catch them when they leave.."

He said while walking.

We had reached the road and street light were falling on us now. My gaze fell on her face which told every bit the pain she'd just been through. I checked her face. When I touched her cheek, she pulled her face back in pain.

"Ouch!"

"You should see a doctor right now"
He said.

He knew one nearby. He straightaway guided us to the clinic. It was closed, but his presence ensured Meera as well as me received treatment. He didn't come inside the clinic. When we came out after half an hour, he wasn't there. He was gone.

We didn't even know his name. It wasn't really a situation to get to know each other. Nevertheless I wished had I asked a thing or two about him.

Doctor had suggested we take a bath in warm water. We decided to go to our room. I ordered the food straightaway. By the time we both finished our shower, food was delivered at the room. We quietly had the dinner and went to bed.

While I was lying there, I could not erase from my mind the sight of Meera crying. It was a horrible situation. Right now when think of that evening, there's one thing that I later came to a conclusion. When a cuckold is sharing his past and if there is a bang attempt among the flow of events, people may be thrilled of it. The possibility of the 'bitch' getting screwed by an unknown guy may amuse them. They'd even expect the man -the cuckold- getting horny from that sight. But folks, it's not simply true. I too would have thought it could happen but once I went through it, once I saw the helplessness in Meera's eyes, I realised this reality. Till that day, I had been imagining various possibilities of Meera having sex with different men. Suddenly I felt like they were not true. Suddenly I felt like I'd been imagining them all. Because suddenly I felt like Meera is so innocent to do them.

At first I thought she had sex with Mr. Thomas. But are you sure? What if Meera had objected him? The only visible proof other than my preoccupations that I had was the bedsheet change. Maybe it was changed in the evening itself. As in Sunny's case also, sitting two people together doesn't mean they'd necessarily end up in bed. With a strange dream still fresh in my mind, I had already realised the possibility of Mr. Mohan lying to me. And, finally, about Mr. Shekhar. I asked myself if I can find a way to dismiss that too. I hadn't thought of that night for its compliancy to the truth. I believed it because Meera had herself confessed it. But, she knew that it turned me on when I heard such things. What if she had lied to me only to check whether I enjoyed or not? Maybe she's upset because she was kissed by him, which also she had confessed to me. That night she had spent just fifteen minutes with him, and is that really enough for an old man to walk in, fuck the girl, and go home?

My mind was scrambled. I wanted to go back in time and erase all those incidents that had turned my mind to a piece of shit. I felt like I need to run to see a psychiatrist.

******

[sarit11]

Sunday morning I woke up expecting to see Meera upset. Well she wasn't. The fingermarks on her face had also disappeared. I still had pain on my neck. But seeing her smiling a couple of times helped me forget my ache. Both mentally and physically I felt myself at ease.
We had our breakfast and lunch in the resort only. By evening I was feeling better than I expected and I suggested we should get out. We already had lost two days/nights from the weekend. Monday night can never replace a Sunday night.

There was this weekend house party, which we came to know of from the resort and they also provided us with the entry passes.

I thought it should be good to land in the crowd and join their -whatever that maybe- celebrations. Meera quickly agreed. For the night, she chose to wear a black colour, dotted frock that ended just about her knee. That was the first time I was seeing her in that dress.


She looked absolutely gorgeous. She wasn't carrying any shades off last night either. It really pleased me. Finally we're going to have a blast as we had hoped for.
We got ready in time and hit the place by 8 O'clock.
The crowd was good, but it wasn't anyway overcrowded. We took our seat and enjoyed the music that was coming from the dance floor on the other side. She chose wine and I asked for beer. She appreciated that.

That's when I saw him. Across the hall, in a corner, by the bar, sipping his drink, probably whisky. He hadn't seen me. I quickly gestured Meera to look at his direction. She turned her head to look at him, and that's exactly when he saw us too. Our eyes locked for a few seconds. Or was it theirs only? I don't know.
He raised his glass at us and I too did, while smiling back at him.
Meera just kept looking at him, though.
He then slowly walked towards us, holding the glass in his left hand. As he was closer enough for his face to be seen clearly, I realised that his eyes were also locked with hers. He didn't look away even once, throughout his long walk. She didn't break her intense stare either, even when he stopped right next to our table. I felt like their eyes were having a conversation that their lips didn't want to share.

"Hi"
I said, and they both turned their eyes to me. It felt like my timing was wrong. Honestly, I was intimidated.

Yet I smiled at him again.

"Glad to see you both here... to see you guys back" he said and turned his eyes back at her.

"Your wife.... she seems all good.." I noticed his voice were laced with all the charisma in the world.

She had a smile dancing around the corner of her lips, yet she wasn't generous at all.
At that moment I wished if she smiled at him. I couldn't see why she's holding it back.

"Actually we're glad to see you here.. We wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday.."
I said.
He broke his eyes with hers again.

"Well you can thank me, now" He said.

I suddenly couldn't find words. I was upset myself for breaking their stare contest.

"Can I buy you a drink, to start with?" I somehow asked.

“I already have one, thanks,” He said, maintaining nonchalance.

"Oh yes, uh.. then please join us" I said.

"I've already joined you." He looked at my eyes. "Would you mind if I take your wife to the dance floor? It's one of my favourite songs.."

I actually wasn't paying any attention to the music since the moment I saw him. When he was looking at my eyes I couldn't really feel there really existed any word that I could use to practically object him, and I politely nodded to him with a smile.

He didn't wait for her consent. It was like he already knew it. He extended his hand to her and she instantly arose from her seat, promptly placing her palm at his hand. He put his glass over the table before walking away with her.

I haven't told you about the physical features that I had noticed so far about him yet, have I? Well, he looked same to me in the age and complexion but that's where the similarities end. He was visibly taller than me by a few inches at least and his beefed up biceps could be noticed by anyone without much effort. He visibly possessed a toned body and his manly strength were already proved a day earlier. But none of those wasn't the feature that help him outclass the rest. That was the fire that I had just witnessed in those eyes, a few moments ago. It possessed the power to communicate his mind to whoever he wanted.

Though I could tell you all this, one thing still remained a fact. That I still didn't know his name. But I felt it's irrelevant. What he had done to us yesterday had already earned him my trust. I had noticed the same in Meera's gaze she had maintained with him earlier. I was sure he's gonna keep her at ease. I chose not to follow them to the dance floor.
I had finished my drink and gestured for another.
After the song, they promptly returned to me.

"She's great on the floor"

He commented and instantly grabbed his drink. My drink arrived at the moment.

"I want to keep her there some more... But she insisted I should inform you first.." saying so he smiled at her and she smiled back at him.

I couldn't say no, yet again. At that moment, I couldn't find a reason to say so.
She finished her drink with him and waved her hands to me as he walked her away from me to the dance floor.
I chose to be seated up to the end of my third round of drinks. Then I got up and walked towards the dance floor. By the time it was crowder than I thought it was when we arrived, and I saw them dancing at the centre of it. They were dancing with their moves exactly to the tune of the song being played. Especially the way Meera was dancing held my attention for a few moments, and I wondered how come she's mastered those moves. They were perfect as of a seasoned dancer. I remembered her having told me about the dancing programs she used to participate during her college life. It was years ago. I now really felt myself proud of being her husband.
Then the song ended, and another one began to play. As everyone around switched their steps to match with it, I noticed Meera and him remaining still. They looked in each other's eyes and slowly the small distance between them shrunk. Her eyes were glued to his, and her hands rested on his chest. He ran his hands over her upperarm. He was telling her something. At a moment she turned her head to her left, to where I was standing and she saw me. He too looked at me and I immediately felt like being caught in a wrong place. She might have expected me to be standing there, watching them dancing together. I couldn't understand how or why.
Meera's eyes remained with me for a short time, before being averted back to its original place. Was she seeking permission from me? For what?

She told him something again and he looked at me. I couldn't stand there anymore. I smiled at him once, turned back and walked to my table. I gestured for another round. At the moment I noticed I was carrying a boner. And it felt amazing. As the drink arrived, I wanted to finish it as quick as possible and return to watch them dance again.
I finished it as I wished and I left the table immediately. Though I wanted to run to the dance floor, I restrained myself and managed to walk.
But I was dismayed quickly as I reached there. They weren't there. I walked around the corners and looked at every dancing groups for the next two minutes. There weren't there. They were gone. But where?

The dance floor was basically a centre place where two more hangout halls joined. If they're not the centre, they must have moved to the one of the halls. I walked along the aisle looking at each and every couch.
There, I saw her. But only her. She was sitting in a couch and she seemed expecting me.

"Where is he?"
I asked about my biggest concern.

"His name is Arman." She smiled at me, completely ignoring my question.

"Arman? Oh, I see!" I responded and sat on the couch.

"Do you think we can trust him?" She asked.

I failed to see her intention. But I could answer it.

"Yes, of course. But why? I mean... Why do you have such a doubt?"

"He's asking for a walk outside.."

"Oh, that's good.."

"So, can I go?"

That's when I learned actually he's asking out her. He didn't mean to walk with us but her.

"Sure."
I nodded without really thinking much.

"But make sure you return in time. I'll be waiting here only"

She instantly got up and gave me a light hug.

"Thank you Krish. I love you. And you make sure you don't get too drunk"

She patted on my cheek and walked away to the door.

*****

[sarit11]

[sarit11]

I sat there thinking whether I should return to my earlier table or I remain in this table. But another thought crept in to my mind next moment. Why shouldn't I follow them?

I didn't wait much. I arose from my seat and walked out. I entered the corridor and looked right and then left. I thought I saw them walking out of the corridor from the left exit for a fraction of a second. I walked towards that exit.
It didn't take much to locate them.
They were walking slowly on the pavement along the small road. It was well lit, and I felt it's not safe to be visible. I slowed down.
I still didn't know if it's just a simple walk or what. But they walked together like a couple. Every bit of them. His right hand constantly rested around her hip as they walked along. Eventually they turned left and entered a park where I saw many couples sitting under various plants of various sizes as I walked past them. All of them seemed engaged in their own world and none noticed a man stealthily following his wife and her... I don't know how to describe him.
Was he her lover? No. Never.
Was he her friend? No. Not yet.
Was he an acquaintance? No. Not even that.
Then who was he?
I really found it strange. All I knew about him was his name. I didn't even know if that's true. And yet, he was allowed to walk away with my wife this far. He was allowed by me as well as Meera. I was supposed to be sitting in the bar and she seemed completely at ease with this strange man. What was in her mind? Was she equally confused like me? Or was she just following her impulses?
He lead her to a lone corner and sat her on a bench under the dark shade of a tree. I knew it's not a good sign at all.
And I was correct. As soon as they sat together, he leaned to her and kissed her. It was quite an intense one, I assumed, as it lasted longer than a normal first kiss. I couldn't see the kiss, as he was facing the opposite side. His right hand was around her shoulder and I saw his left also moving to her. But I couldn't exactly make out what he was doing to her.
I heard someone walking to me from my back side. I thought a second and quickly pulled out my mobile, and held it close to my ear. Pretending to be talking over the phone I turned to them. It was a couple. They saw me and turned to their right and disappeared among the bush. I had unintentionally averted the possibility of stopping Arman and Meera from whatever they were doing. Having ensured no one's coming that way, I turned my attention back to them. This time I could see what was Arman up to with his hand. He was working under her dress. Probably touching her delicates. She has leaned back by then, inviting him for more. And he went for more. His face moved along her neck to her chest. With right hand he slipped her frock from the shoulder. I could see her moaning as he kissed or even licked around her chest. This went on for a few minutes.
At a moment, he stopped it all and looked around if anyone's watching. I moved back quickly to hide myself. I couldn't see them anymore. I bent down and crawled inside the bushes slowly. It was really dark inside. I crawled forward until I got a clear view to them. And what I saw, simply stunned me.
He had freed his dick out if his pants, and the fingers I saw touching it wasn't his. It was Meera. She slowly touched it while being kissed relentlessly. Very soon she gained confidence and almost grabbed it with her right hand. Arman shifted his face to her tits yet again, and I watched in amaze Meera slowly moving her hand up and down. It was quite dark, and a part of it was still inside his pants and I couldn't make out it's size. But I eventually saw its thickness. It was thicker than the one I see everyday.
The moment I thought about my dick, I noticed the pain it was bearing under my tight pants. It had grown to the maximum watching all this and I sensed it would be damaged soon. I slowly unzipped my pants and freed it to the air. It was throbbing and I immediately felt ashame of myself. But I wasn't the one who feared shame. Not anymore. I had learned to enjoy it. If I was scared of anything at that moment, that was to touch my dick. I was scared if I explode as soon as I touch it.
Arman then pulled Meera onto his him, to his lap first, and further turned her body to lay her on the bench. She didn't put up a single gesture of resistance. She laid there on her back watching him getting up by his left knee still on the bench and bending down to her to kiss her. When he finished his kiss I saw where his left hand was, it was slowly pulling her panty along her thighs, which were folded and up in the air!
Without facing even a small pause, he was allowed to remove her panty and keep it aside. I was watching all this, with all my conscience, and I was still able to stand it. My lovely wife, who had just whispered the words 'i love you' in my ears a few minutes ago, making me feel she meant it then, was about to be provided with moments that belonged entirely to me. In a few moments, watching her do it, I would watch myself being relegated from the one to the one of many. I knew all this. But I still could stand it. I cursed the fact that I'm not angry. I cursed that I'm enjoying it.
She had spread her legs apart. Right leg was raised in to the back of the bench and left one hung to the ground. Even in that darkness I could make out how shiny were her thighs. He lowered his pants and I saw it now, clearly. Then I saw him adjusting himself to the point of no return. Beginning with a gentle push, he quickly stuffed her with whole of his meat. I wondered how she managed to contain him. I had seen its length and girth, even in the darkness. I didn't even stand a comparison to him. Suddenly I realised a fact. A truth. That I was providing her with something that wasn't enough for her, all through her life! Here, she was receiving what she truly deserved. And he was giving it to her perfectly. She moaned, rolled her head on the bare bench, and held on to the edge of it, as he went on to give it to her for longer than what I could do in a month combined. It was a real test for her and she stood it, enjoying every bit of it. After five minutes or so, I saw her letting out a suppressed scream, making me realise how she truly responds to an intense orgasm. Once it was seemingly subsided, she grabbed his hip with her both hands, and raised her left leg up to wrap him between both of her bare legs. She had forgotten that she's in a park, so open. Arman still had it left in him. He fucked her for more, and his moans were audible to me. I was scared if someone would heard it. He kept going furiously, before finishing with a series of quick pushes deep into her. I forgot to breathe, or breathed only when my body cells begged my subconscious mind for some oxygen to keep me alive. He then held it still, pushed into her for a few seconds to ensure he's discharging all of his juice in the right place. I was watching my wife receiving it from another man with all pleasure, without protection. Her safe period was over as per my knowledge. But it didn't concern me at the moment. I felt kind of thrilled, of what I had just witnessed. I really felt it normal.

In those moments there was one thing that slightly bothered me, which I do remember even now, and it now feels quite funny. That was about this: she wasn't on her safe days, and he's just inseminated her. What if she forgets to take an afterpill? How would I remind her to take one? She had to do it herself, but the worry was mine.

Arman was still bent down on her, devouring her mouth. Meera willingly lay there, until he decided to stop. He said something to her and she smiled. I couldn't see her face completely but I was able to imagine how beautiful it was.
Then they both sat up, adjusting their clothes. I saw his now limp cock for a fraction a second. I felt like it was staring at me and still trying to challenge me.

"Lucky bastard" I said in my mind and looked at mine, still hanging out in the air. It was in a mess, complete mess. I saw cum leaking from it, and that's when I realised that I had ejaculated, somewhere during the show. I quickly grabbed it and hid it inside my jockey, like it wasn't worth showing it off. I felt embarrassed for owning it.
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I was impatient throughout the short time before I was served with my drink. I immediately asked for another and finished half of it in one go. Then I saw them, coming to me hand in hand.

One look at her and I became speechless both in sorrow and confusion. Sorrow at the sight of her and confusion at the thought of how it could happen to me.
Once you release it, you begin regret it. Universal truth.

"We ain't too late, are we?"

Meera sat next to me and snatched my drink. She did a sip, and return to me. I looked at the glass. Does it have her lip marks? The lips that were devoured by another man a few minutes ago...

"Hi Arman!" I heard a girl and turned my head.
A young girl in a pink dress walked in and and hugged Arman.

"Where were you? I've been looking for you all over there.."
She said.

"I was.... Well... Sunaina, meet these guys, this is Krish and this is Meera, his wife!"

Arman said.
I smiled a 'Hi' at Sunaina when she looked at me. I feared she'd catch me faking that smile.
Arman then turned to us.

"Krish, Meera, this is Sunaina, my fiancee!"

He said with a perfect smile on his face.

"Hi Krish, hi Meera, Can I steal my fiance back, I wanted to dance with him desperately"

So saying Sunaina grabbed his hand and started pulling his arm.

"Come on... All are waiting there!"

"Oh please, he's all yours!"
I said.

Waving us a bye, especially to Meera, Arman walked away with Sunaina.

"Nice couple right?" I managed to say.

Meera was silent. Suddenly, she looked lost. What has he taken away from my wife?
I asked her what happened but she remained silent.
I couldn't understand. Is it guilt? But why?
One moment she wanted to make love to a man so willingly, and another moment she's remorseful. Yeah, one may feel so, but it's not her first time. So what's the big deal?
She maintained her silence throughout the night. She went straight to washroom at resort, and took a long shower. I dared not to question her much, fearing it would force her break down.
That night I didn't bother her to have sex.
I just laid there looking at the ceiling wondering how is this going to heal?


"You know what happened, don't you?"

Meera asked suddenly. I wanted to turn my head to her but I couldn't. I was scared to face her. Because I knew I need to lie. A lie and a lot of lies to support it. A chain of lies.

"You know, don't you?"
She asked again.

"Yes!"
I couldn't believe it came out of my mouth.

"Do you hate me?"
Neither of us moved a muscle.

"No"

"Why?"

"I... I don't know... I can't hate you." I was honest. This was something that I was sure of myself. I didn't know how to hate her. Never.
She turned to me.

"Krish, please...."

I turned my head to her.

"Please hate me..!"

She pleaded. I could see the guilt in her eyes.
I reached out to embrace her but she stopped me.

"No, baby. Please. Don't touch me. I don't worth it. I cheated on you... Please hate me"

She sobbed.
How can I hate those wet eyes?
I wanted to cry with her. But I was spent already. Spent, of any secretion that could be triggered by excessive emotions.

"No... I can't hate you Meera. Not in this life. Please understand.."
I wiped her tears and kissed on her forehead. She hugged me tight and wept.

"I am sorry krish... my baby!"
I was melting. Meera took her time to calm down herself.

"It's okay baby"
I looked into her eyes and said.

We didn't speak anything for the next half an hour. It was 1A.M. on the clock.
I was sitting on the bed with my back resting against the wall. Meera laid leaning on to my chest. At one moment she turned her head and looked at me. May be she wanted to know if I'm slept.

"What are you thinking, baby?"

I was thinking things that I had lost track of.

"I was wondering how it happened.. I shouldn't have let him take you out. I trusted him..."

Did I? I asked myself. Questions that pop up in my mind like this are very disturbing.

"Him only? Not me?"
Meera's voice was soft but what she meant wasn't.

"That didn't matter at that moment baby. If I'm sending you to be alone with a man I've just met yesterday, and then that means he must be one who earned my trust in such a short period of time. You choose to walk with him because you trusted him, don't you?"

She looked convinced.

"Yeah that's true. I trusted him. Or may be more than that. I want to be completely honest with you now Krish. I don't know how it happened, but he was drawing me to him. He had something mysterious to him. I don't know if it's his eyes or smell... I just followed him... His every gesture"


" When he sat me on a bench I don't really know where it was, and when he put his hand around me, I not only found its normal but also thrilling. I wanted to sit with him. I felt a sudden urge to be loved no matter by whomever.."

I slowly caressed her upperarm as she continued.

"Then he kissed me. His lips and hands were all over me. I never wanted him to stop. I didn't stop him. I couldn't. When he slipped my clothes from my shoulder, and when he bared my front, only thing I wanted was to be caressed by him. I don't know how and.... you know, it was like he knew what I wanted. Perfectly. I can't now believe that I was actually lying on a park bench with my legs..."

She paused..
I waited for her to tell more. I was feeling the itch to touch my dick which was growing in pants. As she was telling me all this, I was visualising it. But she didn't speak anything.

"How was he... I mean, inside you?"
I dared to ask, though I hesitated at first.

"He was like... no, I can't describe it. The moment I saw it, I felt like I'm about to do something adventurous. I was thrilled to see his... his erection and I was like I immediately wanted to have it inside me. It was so tempting, I couldn't think of anything. What is right... what is wrong.... Nothing. I just wanted to feel it. He mentioned how slippery I was when he did it. I still feel like it's in here...."

She touched her crotch over the clothes. Her words were driving me crazy like hell by then and I unintentionally adjusted my pants. I regretted that move next moment. I was hard and quite visible.

"You're having fun while hearing all this, ain't you?"

She raised the inevitable question.

"Sorry baby, I can't help it. It's totally out of my control."

I tried to reason me. I tried to blame my dick. It had always been a bad servant for me. Never did his job properly but he had no shame to stand up in all its fake glory at all wrong places. I wanted him to share some of the humiliation that I faced on behalf of him.
I don't know how did she do it, but she read my mind. Or at least i thought so, as she poked it.

'Your dick is never under your control. It sleeps when you need it most and wakes up at odd hours!"

I suddenly felt there are three people in the room. Meera, me and my useless dick.
But Meera wasn't as angry as me. She had no right to be angry that night, but I couldn't realise that then. I thought like, wow, she's so nice! How stupid I'd been.
She touched it over my pants.

"What did excite you the most, when I told you all, you know...."

She paused. She knew that's enough to make me understand. May be she was ashamed to complete the question. What she did wasn't something she could feel pride.
I couldn't answer at first. In these type of situations, I've always found me scared of muttering something stupid and earn her fury, though such events were actually very rare.

"Tell me, baby, what excites you? She asked again."

"Everything.. "
I mumbled.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"You are excited of me kissing him?"

"No..."

"Then?"

"I think it's otherwise.."

"How is that?"

"I mean him, kissing you..."

"Oh... So you enjoy when I'm being enjoyed?"

"I don't know.."

"Baby it's okay..."

"May be yes I do perhaps..."

"No... there's no maybe and perhaps... I know you do..."

I end up accepting all whenever I have these kinds of intimate conversations with her.

"Yes I do. I don't have much control over my body."

"Mmm.... like this..."

So saying she moved her hand over my bulge and tried to hold it. Then she asked me to take it out. I was hesitant. But not as much as to say no to her. After all, far gone were the days when I had the power of saying no to her.
I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled it along with my jockey slowly down, thus enabling my useless erection to gain her attraction.
Meera kissed me on my cheeks. She then pulled my clothes completely off my legs and threw it away. I had my both legs extended. Then she climbed on to me, on to my knees.
I could guess I was in for a show. Still I asked,

"What are you doing?"

She wrapped her fingers around my erection. It throbbed.
She smirked.

"I'm doing what you deserve baby.."

She had made her intentions loud and clear. Only the dumbest would fail to grasp it. And I was that dumbest. Men are usually dumb when they are horny.
I was looking every inch horny. I was helplessly turned on.

"You know I wanted to hold Arman like this.."

I skipped breathing yet I could sense the force in which my heart pumped blood to my dick to help it bulge.

"And... You did?" I hurried.
She smiled.
"Mmm..."

"And how was it?"
She ignored me with a smile.

"Come on hold it and shake it for me."

She demanded. I moved my hand along my dick, up and down.

"He was thick. I wanted to feel it inside me. Here."
She again touched her crotch.

"Please, show me baby."

I begged.
She smiled and unbuttoned her shirt. I sat there, like a college boy watching a porn movie for the first time. I ceased to move my hands when she finished all her buttons and pulled its front side open to me. I saw her black bra. I saw her deep navel. Glowing skin. My wife was smouldering hotness and melting me. She touched her chest.

"He was all over here then, kissing and licking... "

I visualised what I had seen. It was driving me crazy. This woman knew the knack to control me. She had it better than me. That moment i realised that she knew me more than I ever did. And whatever she did to me would make sense. I felt an urge to follow what she's asking me. I wanted to become a slave to her. Even though she would give me value, I wouldn't assume it, I dared to promise myself. I would remain her slave.

Rule me, Meera. Tell me what to do.
She smiled at me like she read my mind.

"Keep shaking it Krish..."

She leaned forward and kissed me. A light one on my lips. But it was enough to elevate me to the highest level. I sensed it. It was on my face.

"Are you going to cum?"

She asked
I could only moan. She leaned forward again and touched my lips. She then pushed a finger into my mouth and I sensed she wants me to open it.

"Good boy"

She smirked. She was kneeling right in front of me, with her skirt folded above her thigh, and her face just above mine. She leaned further and spat into my mouth.

"More, baby, more."

I gasped.
She spat into my mouth again, and again.

"I'm cumming baby..." I cried as I shot my load, which was sprayed into the air, to her skirt.
She laughed silly.

"It's your juice. See where you landed them.."

I swallowed her last drop of spit from my mouth.

"You know where Arman had landed his juice? Here.."

She pulled up her skirt further and showed me her panty.

"Inside this... Inside my hole... Oh"

Her eyes suggested that she was reliving it.
I couldn't breath. I was pathetic. Usually i come back to real world as soon as I ejaculate. Not this time. She didn't let me.
I told you, I was her slave.
My soul was consumed by her. My body was owned by her.

"You liked that, don't you baby?"

"Yes..."

"Don't you hate me?"

"No, no baby.."

"Say you love me..."
"I love you my baby..."
She leaned again and licked my face. All over my face, I felt her tongue.
"Say that again.." She muttered as she kept licking.

"I.. I love you my baby... My baby...I love you..."

I kept saying as she spit again into my mouth. It fell over my lips and she quickly licked it clean. Like a possessed women, she licked my face until it was drenched in her saliva.

That night, before falling asleep, I heard her whisper into my ear,
"I will need an afterpill in the morning. Don't forget.."
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I visited a medical store early in the morning. As I bought the pill, I recalled my scare that I had while watching Meera receiving it from Arman. I was able to laugh at the irony of myself being assigned with the task of buying it. Is it what for she had confessed to me?
*****
That was enough for our trip to Goa. Though nothing was happened as I had expected from such a trip, it invariably soothed my mind. I felt like I knew myself better than ever. I had come to terms with myself. I was a cuckold. I am a cuckold. I have been.

******

I felt at peace, but only until Tuesday morning. As I was taking a shower, all nude, I touched my dick and a sight of Arman's flashed in my mind.

"He was thick. I wanted to feel it inside me. Here."
I recalled Meera saying that. She wanted that one. Not this one. I doubted if I could satisfy her ever in bed. I then wondered if I had ever satisfied her. Obviously, I had satisfied her a number of times, and all of them were when she was in command. When she was riding me, driving me. When she dominated me. When I played submissive. When she spat in to my mouth. When I swallowed her saliva. Those were the moments when I was at my best. I really felt good of her having found my personality. I felt an urge to run to her and submit myself to her.
When I came out, she was in the bedroom, arranging the clothes. I hugged her from behind, over her white shirt. I kissed her on the neck. An alluring aroma filled my nose, driving me thirsty. She dropped the clothes and turned to me. I could see that she wasn't wearing bra inside the shirt.
Her eyes asked me what I wanted.
I said I want her.
She smirked.

"You want to fuck me right in the morning?"
I loved her way of talking, so straight.

I shook my head "No"

"I want you to fuck me right in this morning"

"Oh!"

She looked at me unbelievably. She was looking down at me, I knew it. But I didn't care. I wasn't ashamed of it anymore.

"OK, strip, my boy" she said with a wicked smile.

I didn't have to do it. She pulled my T-shirt off me and I barely had to raise my hands. She then pulled my shorts down along with my jockey, to the floor. I stood completely nude, at her complete mercy.
She put her both hand on the either sides of her hip. It was indeed a dominating gesture.

"What do you want me to take off?"

She was inviting. My dick made a small jump into the air. I wanted her to take her shirt off. With my shaky hands, I unhooked a couple of buttons of her shirt, and she stopped me.

"Kneel, baby"

It sounded a lovely request then. Now, I do realise it was an order. A word of command.
I kneeled down on the floor in front of her, and she pushed both her thumbs into the either sides of her leggings and looked at me suggestively. I felt proud as I thought I've read her mind correctly and slowly pulled it down. She had pushed her thumbs well into her panty, and as I pulled it, her panty came along, revealing everything that could hypnotise me. As I pulled clothes down to her feet, she touched my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I gasped and looked upward at her.
With a smile she gripped my hair and pulled me to her. My face touched between her legs and an odour I'd never experienced before penetrated deep into my nose, my head, my mind. It was revealing. It was intoxicating. My hands ran around her hip, to her behind, to her cheeks. It was so soft. I felt I'd never been so intimate with her.
As i tried to bury my face in between her legs, she stepped back.
She pushed my forehead a bit and then climbed on to the bed.

She sat on her knees, pulled her blanket over her legs.

"Come on, get inside this, Krish!"

I had no idea what was she up to. Only thing I knew was I was up to anything.
Without asking anything I crawled under the blanket from one end, and when I reached the other side, I saw her legs, spread apart. She lay on her back and pulled the blanket to her belly.

"Get in there Krish, and kiss me"

I heard her say. I could see her pussy, even inside the white blanket. I think at that moment I felt like she doesn't needed to ask me to do it. Silky white skin of the inner sides of her either legs were already leading me there. Neatly shaved, thoroughly open, yet it was hiding it all, unless you know, you invest yourself.
Until that fine morning, I want to tell you folks, I had never done that. I had never touched her down there with my lips. She never asked me and I never dared to do it.

Without wasting a moment, I was in. My lips, my tongue, my teeth, and more than them combined, my undivided attention was in there.
She moaned my name, pulling my hair as I devoured her lips completely, until she let out a scream, that was louder than I've ever heard from her. She pulled my hair so hard that I was forced to raise, and she pulled me on top of her. She kissed me tight and moaned.
It was a wet and wild kiss. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I consumed whatever it gave me. I soon found her holding my dick and guiding it into her. With a swift push I was inside her. I could feel how slippery she was. I managed to move further, without breaking my lips from hers. Slow yet rhythmic, I kept going in and out of her, and very quickly, I let my dick breathe it's last one. I moaned as I felt myself turning weaker, from head to toe. I suddenly felt hungry. Hungry for something that I had become addicted to.
I rolled my body to a side and looked into her eyes.
"Baby..." I moaned. She could read my eyes, but I don't know if she had to do that to know what I wanted. It had become a habit. Turning to me she raised her head and brought her mouth above mine.
I was already holding it open.

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From Thursday, we both reported back to our respective work. I thought everything is normal. At peace. But how can that be? There was one thing I had left unattended.
Mr. Shekhar.

I realised it on Thursday night as I saw her phone ringing. It was Mr. Shekhar. Meera looked at me before attending it. I don't know why. I was no one to either stop her or pass some rules to her. Though the call was quickly ended, I had it all written over my face.
Once the call was hung, Meera asked me if I'm worried about her talking with Mr. Shekhar.

I said yes. I said I'm not feeling so good about it. I was honest. Meera hugged me and promised me that she won't give him a chance.
"After all, he's an old man, he didn't last even as you do!" She laughed.

"What do you mean by that? Do I last so less?"

"I said last less, I didn't say you're bad" she reasoned.
I didn't understand.
She explained that she doesn't need me to last very long enough to satisfy her because she loves me. She said I had been the best for her. It was indeed a valid point. Not all men do last like a hunk. But most of their women remain faithful to them.
However, my wife wasn't a faithful one which was already proven. Hence, for me her words, no matter how sugar-coated they were, still sounded like I didn't last good enough.

Good from far but far from good.

But I liked her comment, that Mr. Shekhar was worse than me. I found solace in that. I was happy. In one of that happiest moments, I asked her if she'd dumped her old man live-in partner. Two weeks and many more lovemaking nights had passed by then and I had become supercool. She said yes, as she had rejected a couple of his coffee requests.

"Didn't he ask you why you're saying no?"

I asked.

"Yes he did" she looked at me with a naughty smile.

"And I told him he was pathetic in bed!"

I liked her comment. Afterwards Mr. Shekhar many times became a point of our discussion.

"You should ask him if he were the same when he was young"

She punched me laughing.
We talked like that and each time I gained some confidence in bed. Everything was good between us.

Until that fateful day.
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Chapter 30

Genius of a hole.
No matter how much time you you've spent climbing it up, you would reach the bottom in an instant.
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I sat in the couch. In my living room. In my house. With my head down. To my left, I could see the closed door to my bed room. I could hear the noise. It was my wife. She was moaning, probably in pleasure. There was someone with her. I had no idea. Her heavy breathing was audible to me. She said something which I couldn't grasp.
I couldn't sit there anymore. I stood up and walked to the door. I could hear the sounds very clearly right then. She was receiving it very hard. Isn't she crying?
But there was still no sounds from the man who's subjecting her to all this pleasure.
Who is that? Is it Mr. Shekhar? Is it Arman? Is it Sunny? Is it Mr. Thomas? Is it Mohan? Or is it someone else?
Should I knock the door? Should I push it open? What would they say if I break into?
If it's Mr. Shekhar, he would act very friendly. If it's Arman, he would act like nothing happened. If it's Sunny, he would become angry for delaying his payment. If it's Thomas, he might say thanks. If it's Mohan, he would laugh. If it's someone new, he could ask me who the hell I was.
I could make out a lot of possibilities. Yet none of them made any sense.
But I had to make a decision.
I knocked the door.
And it was opened instantly. Meera stood there right in front of me. Fully dressed.
And like nothing happened, she walked past me. My gaze fell on the bed.
It was intact.
'No, it can't be. My eyes are deceiving me.' May be they weren't doing it in bed. May be they were doing it fully dressed up.
Where is he? Where is he hiding?
Then I almost saw a shadow, moving under the bed.

He was in there. Hiding under the bed!

I walked in to the room and slowly sat on the bed. He's right under my ass, I could sixth-sense it, and I knew that I could drag him out of the bed and beat him up. But why, why am I still not doing it?
I was indecisive. My mind had split into two parts. One wanted me to pull him out of hiding and punish him. The other wanted to go back in time and put me back on the other side of the closed door and listen them again, doing it, finishing it.
There was pain. The pain that vanished as soon as I woke up.

One of the many strange dreams that I had lately been seeing in those days. Sometimes they're too deceiving. This one particularly strengthened my doubts over my wife.
I turned my head to the left. She wasn't there.
I think her absence only added fuel to the fire.

Will she cheat me, if given a chance?

At that moment, I found no reason to believe her not doing it. And I knew that she knew that I liked it. I did like it, didn't I?
I had even confessed it to her.

The point is, I wanted to know if my marriage was still working. I needed to give her a chance. I wanted to test her. But how?

*******

I thought a lot about testing my wife's faithfulness. I googled it and read a lot of articles about it. Most of them were misleading and fictitious. I decided that I'd do my own.
My idea was to give her some time. I just needed to stay away. May be a night.
I selected a Thursday night. I think it was third Thursday. In the morning I told her that I might need to stay at work for the night also. By the evening I called her and confirmed it.
After work, I booked a hotel room and spent my evening there. I returned to my home only by nine. There I did some hard work to climb up to the roof top and took my preplanned position near the door that was leading to the staircase. I had left the door lock open already so that I could open the door slightly and watch the happenings inside, and I could even walk inside if necessary. From there, almost all the living room were visible.
When I peeped inside for the first time, I could hear TV. She was sitting in the couch, watching TV.
I sat back and relaxed. My plan was to watch until she sleeps. Then my mobile rang in vibration mode. It was Meera.
I moved few steps away from the door and attended the call. She said my friend Sam is in the house to see me. I suggested her to tell him the truth. I asked her to tell him that I would meet him tomorrow. I also asked her to prefer messaging to calling as my cell is almost discharged. I actually didn't want to get any more calls. She said okay.
After half an hour I peeped inside and what I saw just took my breath away.
I was like, what the fuck is happening?
I saw Meera sitting in the couch, and Sam sitting next to her, with his hands around her shoulder! They were talking, I mean he was talking and she was shaking her head in discomfort. wtf!
On seeing that I guess my heartbeat shot up so instantly that I don't really remember their conversation word by word. But it almost was like this.

"Come on, Meera, you can't deny me!"

"No, no! Sam, it's not...."

"Otherwise I will tell Krish..."

"Please don't, he already has doubts over me nowadays, please don't!"

"That's why I'm telling you, we can sort this out. It's my humble wish Meera... Just.. Only one time"

"Oh no, how can you do this to me? I'm your friend's wife and... And your wife's friend also"

He was then holding her hand too.

"Why not? You can sleep with Mr. Thomas, then why not me? I will keep it a secret I promise...."

"What.. ?" Meera turned really into him now.

"I didn't sleep with him! What are you saying?"

"Oh come on, I saw you walking in with him and later him leaving..."

"So what? Yeah, he had come here, I mean I let him walk inside, and he wanted to fuck me yeah that's right, but when I gave him a tight slap beneath his ear he walked away, and that's what you saw!"

I don't know the extent of shock that her revelation gave to Sam but I could remember myself sitting down on the floor. It was unbelievable."If you think that I slept with him, then fuck you, bastard! You go and confirm from that Thomas scoundrel, but you don't dare to dream sleeping with me!"

I heard Meera's loud voice.
She hadn't slept with Mr. Thomas that night!
Mr. Thomas, the ladies man, the alpha male, had failed in front of my wife, and even had been slapped on his face! This was a news to celebrate but I couldn't. My wife was the most faithful then but now. It was like I found a long lost key of a freshly lost treasure. Not only it was useless but also it added to the sorrow.

I lay on my back, looking to the sky. She hadn't been taken by Mr. Thomas. I wasn't sure if Mohan had done it. Sunny couldn't do it. Then, it was Mr. Shekhar, eventually, who did it. And it was entirely my game.
It was entirely me, who gave her away. She was just a pawn in my game.
I sympathised with her. I wanted to run to her and hug her and kiss her. I wanted to scream to her that I loved her.
I peeped again and watched Sam leave. Half an hour later I walked into my house through the front door. I said the work was cancelled.
Once I was in bed, I said I had some work left in there. She smiled at me.

"You're excited, ain't you?"

I smiled back.

"What was it?"

She was looking into my eyes, demanding a reply.

"A colleague, he mentioned you, he said you're so hot!" I said.

Her eyes widened.
And she pulled my pants down. My dick threw itself into the air.

"And you got this!"

She had a wicked smile on her face. I wanted her to kiss it. But didn't want to spoil her mood. I said nothing.
I just let out a sigh, as she grabbed it.

"What else did he say?"

"He said I'm so lucky"

"Oh really, did he say that?"

She had started to move her fingers. I felt like half of the blood my heart pumped went straight to my dick. Now I was a pawn in her game.

"You know your friend Sam, he too has an eye on me"

She said carefully.

"What?"

More than the content, her courage surprised me.

"Yes, I have felt it, if given a chance, he would fuck me"

"Ooh.. What?"

I couldn't say anything else.
She removed her tank-top and licked her lips. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. I couldn't directly look at her tits. It would kill me. It wasn't my wife. I wasn't her husband. She was an angel and I was her slave. My thoughts and my actions were both at her mercy. This woman!

"I've seen him looking at these.."

She touched her boobs with both her palms. I wanted to feel them.

"Would you want him to lick these?"

She was teasing and I nodded.

"Say, Krish, say it.."

"Yes... Yes"

She grabbed my dick again and I touched her tits with my both hands. She bent forward and fed me with them. I licked around her brown tits and fondled their softness. It was lovely.
She was equally horny and I was happy to let her jump on top of me.

"Please fuck me baby, please" I cried as she rubbed my dick into her love hole.

She then merely adjusted her hip and guided my dick inside her wet hole.
My mouth was open as soon as she started riding me. I was thirsty. But she didn't give me anything.

"Baby please give it to me"

"What do you want?"

"I want your juice"

"Oh you want?"

I nodded.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth" I said and held my mouth open.

"No"

"Please... Please"

I was begging for it. I can't now believe that I did it then. Men do things and think differently later. It's called repentance.
She did it only after I shot my load up into her. As I moaned, she spat into my mouth. Many many times and I swallowed it. Many times her spit fell on my face. She then licked it and collected it, before depositing it into my mouth again.
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