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

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"Make us a drink, Krish!"

Meera said as soon as she separated herself from Mr. Shekhar. I couldn't make out whether that 'us' included me too. I didn't think much deep about it anyway. I had stopped thinking at all. I tried to keep it simple and just filled our glasses with scotch and soda. Meera asked me to keep it light for her. She picked up her panty from the floor and started wearing it.
Mr. Shekhar had some other plans.

"Keep it that way, honey!"

Meera looked at him, eyes widened. I could see surprise as well as enthusiasm in her face. She was still excited.
I was equally surprised but I chose to play it down. I didn't try to look at Mr. Shekhar and hence I couldn't see his gesture to her. She leaned to him to pinch him, and while doing that, she tossed her panty to me!
My drink in right hand, and a soft pink cloth in my left hand. Weren't they the only options left in my life? Life could be symbolic.
I emptied my drink in one go. Meera sat on another couch and enjoyed a sip.

"You know what, Shekhar? He always wanted to watch it."

She said. I thought I spilled a drop outside my glass while I was refilling it.
I honestly didn't have any idea what was she taking me into.

"Really?"

Shekhar looked at me in surprise. I didn't want to reply but I couldn't help seem embarrassed.

"So, you enjoyed it?"

Her asked.

"Yeah, I've counted two shots."

Meera said and giggled.
She was hell bent to humiliate me. May be she didn't know that, instead she might have thought it's pleasing me.
Humiliation. May be it was a way to acknowledge. May be I wasn't updated of this information.

"OK Krish, that was cool to know. Well, would you like it if I spend some more time with your wife?"

"Oh come on, why not?"

It was Meera who replied him.
I only made an agreeable face to her.

"No I want to hear it from Krish!"

He demanded.

"Yeah please!"

I replied rather quickly.

"Thanks, my friend."

Mr. Shekhar got up instantly with a broad smile and held her hands.

"Where?"

Meera was surprised.

"To your room."

"Oh really?"

She instantly got up, and walked with him.
They walked together, with his right hand around her back, to the bedroom. Our bedroom. My bedroom.
And I soon watched the door getting closed Right in front of me. Disappeared from my eyes behind those doors was my wife. The one whom I loved the most. I doubted if she's gonna come back the same.
I suddenly remembered an old dream. I dream that I had thought a nightmare. I nightmare that I thought I can't live through. Now i was living it.
Nightmares would cease now. I sighed. Because they had become reality.
I sat alone there without moving an inch for the next ten minutes. Until I thought I heard a laugh from the room. I turned my head and looked at the closed door for a few moments. Nothing was audible.
I poured another glass and walked to kitchen like a man lost all of his battles. I had to engage myself in some activities to get some relief. My cock was hard again. But I chose to ignore it and took the knife.
For the next half an hour, I got busy devoting myself completely between the cooking and drinking. Once both was finished, I crawled back to the living room. They were still in the bedroom. I walked toward the door and stopped outside. I heard bed crackling noise.
I remembered my old dream again. I felt a déjà vu.

Should I push it open?

I touched the door unintentionally and it opened slowly. Though I hesitated first, I couldn't stop myself sneak my head inside and have a look. Door was opened completely and I got the sight.
There was my wife, completely nude, sitting on top of that man, Mr. Shekhar, also nude. And she was moving her her hip back and forth. They both seemed to be in another world, until they both looked at me.
She stopped moving.

"Ooh come on Krish, please. Let me do it..."

I was obviously a wrong place.
It wasn't my room. It wasn't my place. It wasn't my wife.

"S... Sorry!"

I blurted out and quickly withdrew myself.

"Please close the door, Krish!"

I heard her voice.
That was the sound of the last nail stuck on the chest I was being buried. Only thing that I felt alive in my body was my dick. It was hard at its best.

Alive yet useless. Hard yet unlucky. What I should make you dear?

I heard a sudden scream. A cry.

"Huh!"

It was from my wife.
Then another, and another.
She was being fucked now. He has taken the control. I guessed.
I couldn't hold myself anymore. I pulled out my boy from its hiding. Slowly I worked my hand with all my attention towards the sound of my wife. Mr. Shekhar was really a man. He was pleasuring a wife and her husband together. Indeed, a threesome! I wanted to watch it but there was no way. And it was okay. I could hear her. I could picturise everything from her sounds. Her moans told me about the places she's being hit. Her verbal demands told me what she wanted. Her cries allowed me know what she was being given. Her screams informed me when she reached yet another orgasm. By the time she were gasping and then laughing, I had shot my load into the air again, and I had to catch it with my left palm, not to spoil my door or place. I definitely had changed my preferences about the things I should never spoil or mess with. It was weird. I walked back to washroom to clean the mess I had reached, though I wanted to stand there and listen more of my wife.
When I came back, I saw the door opening and Mr. Shekhar walking out.

"Oh Krish, your wife! She's such a.... I now feel like an old man!"

He said without smiling at me.

You feel like an old man. I feel like dead.

I said in my mind.
I had started to feel the regret. I had cummed thrice. If not now, when? I suddenly remembered an old article I had come across weeks ago. About a man who watches her wife with her lover. A cuckold level three. Am I suppose to regret? Isn't that a bit unrealistic? Be real man, stop acting yourself. I scolded myself.

I had reached the bottom probably the day I watched Meera with Arman. I had been staying there since then.

My thoughts were interrupted by Meera's arrival. She was dressed up like normal and seemed completely at ease. She walked straight to me and embraced me tight.

"I love you baby."

"How are you?"

I asked. I wonder what I meant. Did I mean how well she was fucked and satisfied? Or did I mean how she felt herself after cuckolding her dear husband like that?

"Can't say baby. Are you okay?"

She patted on my cheek. Mr. Shekhar was sitting nearby and watching.

"I'm okay."

I wasn't.

"You seem exhausted. Did you masturbate again?"

I don't know how she was able to make it out. I was either obviously looking exhausted or she was still having those watchful eyes toward me. Or was it that I smelled like cum?

"Yes. I did."

I blurted out.
She looked inside my eyes and smiled. That beautiful smile. She still looked a virgin to me. I wanted to kiss her. We kept smiling at each other.

"What?"

"I want to kiss you baby..."

I said. I was a desperate boy. She kissed me on my lips. Her lips weren't warm but her kiss was.
I didn't know where they were a few moments ago, or I didn't care to know. I was melting. Once finished, I whispered her ears how much she means to me. And I meant it.

"Is it how you wanted it?"

She asked.

"What?"

"You wanted to watch it. And you have. Did you enjoy?"

I really didn't have a clue how to answer it. Yet I nodded my head.

"Yes."

"You want to see the bed?"

"What?"

"Go see the bed, baby."

She said with a smile.
I rushed to the bedroom and saw what's left.
The bedsheets. All disarranged. Spoilt. The aftermath.
Freshly fucked. It was a hell.
I must have stayed quiet a time watching it. Meera came from behind and her hands rounded me.

"Are you okay, baby?"

She asked.

"How are you?"

I repeated my earlier question.
She was okay. Very okay.

"How was it?"

I finally asked what I cared the most.

"It was okay. Very good."

"So this old man was a young man?"

"No. He was an old man."

She laughed. She seemed she'd forgotten Mr. Shekhar's presence.

"He wasn't that strong. And he wasn't that fast. But he was big. And he was so good."

"Was it painful?"

I asked.

"No baby, it wasn't."

Taking a big isn't a big deal, idiot. I thought myself.
She suddenly touched my dick. It was still damn hard. I was ashamed but I couldn't help.

"Silly boy, you're hard again!"

She teased me.
I didn't care.

"You know we fucked twice."

She said.

"Actually he fucked me once and I rode him once. You know your favourite pose."

"And he came twice?"

"No. Only once. But that was enough for me. He filled me."

The more she talked, the more I more I became desperate.

"Old man moves slowly and comes very late, that's what I like the most in him."

She whispered in my ear.
I come early. I Helplessly remembered.
Her hands had made my dick rock hard by touching it over the clothes.
I stood like a statue, being subjected to her care.

"He delayed it even more in the bed. Oh. And he said it's one of the best sex he ever had."

She had pulled me out of my shorts.
I breathed like a dying man.
She turned me toward her and kneeled in front of me, looking up.

"Do you like if I suck you, Krish?"

"Yes. Yes."

I breathed repeatedly.
I was desperate for that, even in my dying moments.
She leaned to her front and opened her mouth for me. I closed my eyes as I felt my dick entered her mouth. I knew Mr. Shekhar was watching but it was my turn. Or at least I thought so.
Her head went down and up on my shaft and for the first time in my life, I was knowing this pleasure.

Was it my compensation price?

My excitement in excess took me there really fast. May be i was out of juices and energy.
I exploded unexpectedly. She pulled me out of her mouth quickly. But I had finished even before that. She swallowed something.
You've come! She pinched my both cheeks.
And she stood up.

"You love it?"

She wiped her lips though there was nothing to wipe.

"Mmm."

She turned to Mr. Shekhar.

"You know it's his first time."

He was sipping his drink and with a smile, watching us.

"Wow! Congrats, man!"

He laughed. I didn't reply.

We joined him for one more round of drinks.
We then made our way to dinner. A light dinner. Mr. Shekhar left soon.
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