07-11-2018, 08:50 AM
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.
******
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.
******
Genius of a hole.
No matter how much time you you've spent climbing it up, you would reach the bottom in an instant.
******
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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