Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - Part II by Krish_999 ( Completed )

[sarit11]

Chapter 7

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That night I called Das. I was eager to know what happened in the office.
Fortunately, nothing had happened.
He said he played a perfect gentleman because he knows that's the way forward with her.
"She's enjoying my compliments. I know that's a positive sign." He said.

Nikita called me two days later.
She was getting bored at her sister's company.
"She has become too boring, too much gardening."
She complained.
"Let's try something better."
We went out for an evening movie show.

I still had not given up on my wife. It helped me play the safe guy throughout the evening.
"You're really different from the guys I meet often. You give them an inch and they try covering the entire land. You're a really good friend my friend, Krish."
She said when I saw her off.

Next day she called me again.
"I need a help from you. It's like urgent."
It turned out that she had a friend visiting the city. She wanted me to help her by accommodating him. He wanted a place to stay in the night where she can meet him. She wasn't comfortable visiting him in a hotel room.
I wondered if he's one of those guys who'd 'try covering an entire land if you give them an inch'.
I was happy to help her.
"He can stay with me. When is he coming?"

We reached the airport at six and waited for her friend. She looked nervous.
"What's happening to you?"
"I know. I look nervous, don't I?"
"Obviously."
"Promise me you won't say a word to didi."
She held my hand when she said that.
"I promise."
I wondered what's the big deal.

Karan arrived forty minutes later. He was a handsome man, looked younger than me. I shook hands with him. I felt him stronger too. No, he's just acting stronger. I thought.

"My flight is at one twenty. How much time do we have?"
He asked her.
"Six hours."
I said.
"Let's have dinner before going to Krish's place."
Nikita suggested.
"Yeah let's do dinner quickly. I'm really hungry."
He said looking at her.
I felt his eyes were hungry for her. But she was smiling.

I drove them to The House and we had dinner there. It turned out they were old friends who were met on facebook.
"Do we look like a couple, Krish?"
She asked me as we reached my home.
I didn't quite understand the tone.
"Yes."

Karan wanted to change his dress. I showed him the additional bedroom.
"You have quite a large house. How do you keep it clean?"
Nikita said eyeing the whole area.
I just smiled.
"Do you mind if I spend some time alone with Karan? I hope it's not your bedroom, is it?"
She asked suddenly.
"No, it's okay."
I said.

She got up and walked into the room.

I went to the kitchen and prepared three glasses of lemon cordial. When I came back to the living room I noticed the bedroom door was locked. I sat on the couch and waited for them.
Nobody would have done that. But I did.
And how I was made a fool.
I wonder how I was made a fool.
I realised it staring ten minutes into that closed door.

Those ten minutes were the moments that redefined the meaning of silence. There was a lot of noise I could hear around me but nothing made me understand a thing. Until I heard a moan.

I heard a moan and it was from Nikita. I almost jumped up from the couch as I realised what was going on, in an instant.

You put a sexy young woman and a handsome young man in a room and let them close the door, and you know what's supposed to happen. I was too reclusive I guess.

As I drew closer to the door, I heard the noise of passionate lovemaking.
"Neeku.."
"Karan..."
"Neeku...are you okay?"
"Mmm... Yes, push it...huh.."
"..baby..."
"Mmm..."
"..."
"Aahh..haah... huh..huhh..!"
Her moans were peaking soon.
I heard the bed squeaking with every push he made, making her moan like that. I guessed he'd be on top of her. And she'd be lying on her back, with her legs wide apart.
I was shocked indeed. Yet I was incredibly turned on.
I even wished if I could peak into the room. I recollected peaking to my bedroom once when Meera was making love to Mr Shekhar. They were too lazy to close the and perhaps made it a point to tease me. But here, however, the room was closed and even bolted, forcing me to hold in my temptation.

The bed squeaks were clearly audible until they were outgrown by her moans, and I felt like she was still asking for more. I heard their bodies ramming into each other.

The rhythmic moans inside the room were soon brought to a halt as soon as the couple brought it to the peak. I heard a groan from the man but she was mostly quiet. I just heard her panting. Is she suppressing her scream? I wondered. What's the point in hiding it now? She had let happen everything that shouldn't have happened.

"That was too good, babe."
I heard Karan later.

"I wish if we could stay here a bit more... "
Nikita, in a tired voice. I instantly loved that voice.
"I'll fall asleep if I stay."
"Kiss me once more."
"...."
That should be the kiss.
"We won't talk about next, will you?"
"We'll wait and see. We get what we deserve."
"I'm not on pills, you aware of that, right?"
"My pleasure, babe!"
"Rascal, you've flooded me."
"How about your friend, has he ever flooded you?"
"Shut up you bastard!"
"I hope he's at least better than your hubby."
"Stop it. Krish is my very good friend. And don't you ever talk about Vikas like that."
"I know he can't satisfy you like I do."
"So what? He's a loving husband. Not an asshole like you."

So she cared about her husband. I wondered what type of love was that. She was spreading here but legs for another man a few moments ago, letting him 'flood' her and still claiming she cared for her husband.
I felt for that unknown man.
A major chunk of the male population belongs to the stupid ones. Like me, like Vikas.

We let it all happen, let their women do whatever they want, only to leave themselves with a rock hard dick in the end.

I suddenly felt like a lost man. At that moment, I actually couldn't understand myself. I kept asking me questions.
Why do you feel like this? Who is Nikita? She's not your wife. You met her just a few days ago. You don't have to care anything about her. I could ask all these to myself, but one fact still remained a sour, that she's also a married woman, who has a loving husband and a couple of children at her home. She had just allowed herself enjoy the pleasure of being invaded by someone else.
Her husband has no clue about his trustful wife was being pounded hard in a bed while another husband almost like him guarded her door. How these women play with their men's heart.

And what was more pity than that, was that this all could still give him a hard-on. Like the one that I was having. Helplessly hard.
I wanted to pull out and start jerking immediately. I still have no idea how I resisted my thirsty hands.

The door was opened finally, and Nikita showed up all spoiled. Fucked up face and smile.
"How was it?"
I asked though I knew. I was calm like I didn't bother the fact that she was having sex with her boyfriend in my bed without telling me a shit.
"It was awesome. Thank you, Krish."
She hugged me. I smelt her. I thought my dick jerked up in my trousers. I'd hate to admit that.
"You're a great friend, Krish."
She said.
When Karan showed up, he was changed to a new dress and he looked prepared to board his next flight after the short break.

Before leaving, Nikita told me one more thing.
"That girl, Ananya, she is completely into you Krish. I can tell you that."
"What makes you say so?"
I asked.
"I saw her talking to you. You were angry I don't know but she was...she was liking it. You know she likes you."
"I know that."
"Then bring her over. Here. Your mattress is really smooth."
She said and bit her lips. It made her look lewd. She was.

In the night, I lay in that 'smooth mattress' and wanked harder than I ever did, thinking of Nikita and reliving her moans.

Sometimes you find yourselves on a cliff about to fall down. What you need all is a helping hand to climb up and save your life. But all you get is a push that makes you fall quicker than you imagine.