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

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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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