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

[sarit11]

Chapter 32

A week might have passed, and came Mr. Shekhar's wedding anniversary. When I got a call from him, I literally dug my mind. He was friendly, like nothing had ever happened between us. He sounded original. It was me who I felt pretending that nothing had ever happened between us. I think I managed to behave as friendly as possible. He concluded with an invite to his home again. And he had a point.

"It's not only me, but also sheelu, will be your host, so I hope you can't say no"

Still I tried to evade, saying we were not in the party mood since our last gathering at his bungalow because Meera said she needed to concentrate a bit more on the work. I wanted to sound like I am aware that something had gone wrong between us.

"... You know, she took your token of love too seriously, I guess. She's a bit concerned about rewarding it with an even better performance..."

I prattled until he interrupted me.

"She's already put up a great performance for me, she doesn't need any improvement at this point of time. After all she's such an experienced asset to the firm as I'm personally informed by her boss Mr. Das"

I don't know which performance he meant but I instantly got jealous at him for having that luxury. The luxury of talking to a husband about his wife's performance even after fucking her at his presence.

We went to the party. I mean, we ended up attending the party. I saw Mr. Shekhar and Meera striking a conversation and I instantly felt an uninspiring sensation growing inside my stomach. It was usual blah blah between us, and I was sure he wouldn't dare to talk anything unwanted in such an occasion. But there are things in life you cannot choose. How you feel.

During the night I saw them together three times and the third time Sheelu walked up to me and said her husband is very fond of my wife. I said he's happy that she changed her firm, in his favour. She instantly agreed. Talking to Sheelu while watching Meera with Mr. Shekhar actually helped me gain some balance. I don't know how but I really felt good. I talked for ten minutes of nothing to her, I don't now remember what did I talk, but I was later amused why the hell did she stay with me so long in the middle of such a party. However, I found her generous and I felt good.

Meera later asked me if I was upset seeing her mingling with Mr. Shekhar. We both had our basic share of booze. I said I wasn't upset as I had sheelu in my company. Her face lit up instantly. She said Mr. Shekhar had also mentioned about seeing Sheelu talking with me. He had told her that I could be flirting with his wife. As Meera talked more about that night, I could make out how Mr. Shekhar was actually flirting with Meera.

"Not me but it's him who were flirting with my wife!"

I replied.
Meera laughed.
We were in our bed. She laughed and hugged me.
That night we made love.
Life wasn't normal, though I made love to her every night.

Every other night we would joke about Mr. Shekhar. A joke I knew wasn't.
Eventually, one day I got a call from Meera asking if she can go for a coffee with him. I don't know why but I agreed instantly.
She was home before six in the evening. I had my usual queries that helped her easily read uneasiness. A part of me wanted her to understand my difficulty. My other part wanted to act cool. But I ended up being mocked at by her. She said I'm acting very weak. Then I mouthed one of my biggest blunders, yet again.
I said I don't really mind even if she goes out with a dinner date with him. She said I'm just joking.
I said I'm not.
She said if she goes on a dinner with him, he'd definitely take her to his home as Sheelu is not there.

"Where did Sheelu go?" I asked.

"She's gone to her son, who's working in Bangalore."

"So, if he takes you to his home, will you go?"

She thought for a moment and said she would, but she wouldn't let him have sex with her.
I appreciated her imaginary decision, in my mind.

"Because he's old?"

"May be."

"How about Arman?"

She turned her her head to me. It's a rare for me to talk about him.
She had a wicked smile.

"What about him?"

"If he shows up and asks you out, would you go?"

"You want me to go?"

She wanted to throw the ball in my court.

"I'm asking what would you do, would you go?"

She smiled again. And nodded affirmatively.
I couldn't make out whether she's just teasing me or letting me know her wish in a light way.

Later I walked into our washroom with my dirtiest imaginations involving Meera and Arman. I don't know what he had done to me but I never feel anything tragic in her incident with Arman. May be it's my unconscious mind, which believed that he must have earned it. He deserved her. He was powerful enough to satisfy her.
This thought was eating up my mind day by day. Though I made love to Meera every day during her safe period except when I was drunk, I knew I wasn't satisfying her. May be she won't accept it to me but that's the truth.
I felt empathy for her.
My empathy often lead me to washroom. I tried to find solace in imagining her with Arman. A couple of times I imagined us taking a trip to Goa again and meeting up with Arman again. Her face would lighten up on seeing him. I would tell her she can go with her, if she happens to ask me permission. She'd come back after one hour and what would she do? She would thank me? Or would she just look me down? Would she look at Arman thinking he's what she deserves and at me thinking this is what she got?

It was a drug. I was drugged.
Like I said, there are few things in your life you cannot choose. How you feel is one of them.
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