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

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Chapter 39

I woke up in the morning with a hangover. Meera was in the kitchen. I shook my head as if I needed to shake what's inside. I wasn't tired. But my head was aching. I quickly went to shower. I felt better. As the visuals from the night began to resurface, I felt the heat below my waist. I had a strong urge to masturbate. Nothing was there to stop me. It was really nice and long as I engaged myself in a half-sleep-half-real wanking experience.

Meera was waiting for me when I was out. She had a smile on her face and hugged me tight.

"What took you so long in there, baby?"

I didn't say anything. She parted and then looked at me with her big beautiful eyes.

"You were masturbating, weren't you?"

She looked divine. There was nothing I could hide from this woman. She never ceases to look irresistible.

"And you thought about yesterday?"

I nodded.

She gave me a look I couldn't read. Her smile was gone. A serious shade overtook her divine look in an instant. I thought she didn't like me masturbating. It was just seconds but it was enough for a hell lot of doubts to be piled up in my mind. Was she going to deny me from wanking? Was she going to deny me sex when I wanted? Was she going to make me do things that I don't like?

Apparently there weren't anything of that sort.

"We're gone too much, Krish. We should stop this.."

She said.
It was really a surprising move from her. I really doubted if she's joking. I couldn't make out whether she's serious or she's merely testing me. But it sounded a healthy move to me. Inside, I desperately wanted her back. But outside, I looked like I heard something I didn't want to. At first I thought I should welcome her decision. But then I thought if I do so, it would suggest I was desperate to stop her. I was stuck between. I don't know when this started, but I was way more obsessed in keeping her mind happy. Keeping things the way she wanted. I wanted to follow her, even when she wasn't asking. I was pathetic, I realise when I look back.

She was serious.

"Yesterday we did things we shouldn't have done, Krish. I mean, it was enjoyable, of course, but, but... you know, once in a while it's okay if you like... But... not like yesterday..."

She stammered a lot.

"It's okay, Meera. We did it, because we wanted to do it... It wasn't a mistake, we chose it.. It's okay baby.."

I was trying to help.

"That I understand Krish. But I'm talking about the extent we have gone. You know, I don't know if you like this, but I want to tell you the truth. Ihen I was in the room, you know, when we were doing it... When Shekhar was on top of me, I went too far. I was out of my mind... I.. I asked him to give me his juice..."

I was awestruck. I didn't know how to respond. I certainly didn't like it. But accepting it at that moment wouldn't make any sense.

"I asked him to spit into my mouth... And he did... Many times..."

She looked down. I swallowed a nothing. I looked at her red lips. I couldn't help but visualise them being parted and asking for a man's spit.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have..."
She looked up.

"It's okay baby.. It's over now. We will stop..."

I don't know what makes me so tolerating. Maybe it's a symptom. Because I had started feeling ill.

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"No, no baby. I can't hate you. This spitting thing, you know, you can forget it."

I managed to say.
But can I forget? I asked myself. I didn't know.

Her face still looked like she would cry any moment. This is how they play with our heart.
I hugged her.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too."

Her arms kept pulling my body into her.

****

That noon, there was some terrible news. Mr. Shekhar's car was involved in an accident and he died in a hospital. I immediately contacted Meera and she said she was trying to contact me. She said the accident had occurred last night, while he was driving home from us. And he was drunk.

We both went to his home and attended the funeral. As we stood beside a grieving Sheelu and her children, I had a horrible feeling in my mind. It was guilt. I gazed Meera's face many times and I could see the same on her face as well.
We both stayed until the end of his funeral. Meera stood by Sheelu all the time.
As I watched both sitting together and mourning, I threw my mind a few hours back and tried to picture them. One was waiting for her husband at his home, and the other was...well, she was..
How ironic.

I felt sympathy for Sheelu and it had nothing to do with her husband's death.

*****

Meera cried while coming back. She was feeling the guilt more than I had thought. She said it's us, who killed Mr. Shekhar. We shouldn't have let him drive so drunk. At first I tried to console her. Then I got angry saying that wasn't first time we had made him drink and drive. Even I do drink and drive. But it's not fare to take all blame on us for his death. Why, he couldn't think about it himself?
I talked a bit rough, but it indeed calmed her down.

Mr. Shekhar was gone. And his departure coincided with other changes in our life. Meera joined Mrs. Stella's office. Meera bought a new car. Meera quit drinking and started forcing me to do so. Mr. Das wasn't seen or heard after. We visited Sheelu a number of times and watched her life coming back to normal. Her children went back to their respective cities. Sheelu talked about her plans to go back to her hometown once she's done settling the deals fixed by Shekhar. She was planning to sell the bungalow as well.
Unlike Sheelu, our life took too much time to restore what was lost. Meera woke up, got ready, went to work, came back and slept. Some random cuddling, lonely laughs and boring love making rituals happened in between. But most of the fun were gone with Mr. Shekhar.
Two and half months. Then destiny struck again.