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

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Chapter 40

We had visited Sheelu a number of times after Mr. Shekhar's death. Most of the times Meera accompanied me. One day Sheelu told me there are some buyers coming to see the bungalow and she asked me if I can be there when they arrive. I instantly agreed.
The buyers came, saw the house and went.
A week later Sheelu called me up again and I visited her next day.

I thought it could be something related to the house sale. She was alone and seemed very depressed. Nevertheless she sat me in the couch and made me a cup of tea herself.
I could sense her state mind. I thought a deal might have stuck good and she might be worried of moving out of the home that was her husband's vision and life. I sat next to her and assured her I'm a true friend of her husband, and I'd do any help whenever needed.

Suddenly she started crying.

"I'm sorry Krish. I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you.."

She then started sobbing incessantly. I couldn't guess anything. I was shocked to see her sudden shift in mood.
I asked her what happened and why she's crying. She didn't reply. Instead asked me to leave as she didn't want to hurt me.
I didn't have a clue. Yet I tried to assure her.

"It's okay, Sheelu. I won't be hurt if you share it, whatever it is, it can never be worse than what happened to you Sheelu.. Please tell me.."

I persisted.

She almost stopped crying and looked me fit a moment. Then wiped her eyes and took another moment to calm herself down.

Then she dropped the bomb, as she quietly took her mobile, opened some files and showed it to me. I leaned forward and looked at the screen.

I forgot to breath as I saw it. It was a nude photo, a woman's back of her torso, taken from top angle. A shaken one, but it was sure that she was being fucked. It didn't have a face as well, but I could identify the person in an instant. Meera. My Meera!

Sheelu swiped the screen to show me the next. It had a better view with her butt, but also visible was part of a dick holding into the butt crack, probably into her pussy. Sheelu swiped again. Next two photos were blurred. Then came pictures that had it all. Her cute smiling face, along with her legs spread apart, some showed her ready to be fucked and other had her getting fucked.
Then obviously there were normal pics of Meera. The man in picture wasn't visible but it was anybody's guess. It's Mr. Shekhar.

I sat there silent. Unable to move. Unable to even look up, like I was the one who was caught with her husband.

But honestly I didn't have any plan to confess that I knew it all, already.

"I'm so sorry to show you this but I'm equally hurt, Krish!"

Sheelu said. Now she was consoling me.
I looked up and I felt I cannot sit there anymore. I couldn't say whether it was guilt or shock.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, Sheelu."

So saying I arose, and I left immediately.

At home I didn't tell anything to Meera though I wasn't happy with her allowing him to take her pictures. But I didn't want to talk about it. And I thought it as a closed chapter.

Sheelu called me later that night to ensure if I was okay.

Two days later we met again at her home, on her insistence. She said she had heard in the past that Mr. Shekhar had some flings but she always believed him. And she could never think her husband would steal his friend's wife. And she also wondered why such young lady like Meera choose an old man like him.

"She had that taste, I mean she used to adore old men. But I never thought she could do this.... She had told me that she respected him..."

I managed to say.

Like victims of a same accident, we kept talking and tried to ease it between us.

She then asked me how she was in bed with me.

I felt a bit awkward to answer that.

"She was... She was good."

Then it was my turn.

"How about...I mean... Shekhar..."

She looked down on the floor and let out a sigh.

"Shekhar... He wasn't active... I mean, for at least six months before his death, we didn't have sex."

I was surprised. I thought it's pity, for she's not that bad, even in her age. There could be men around her, who would be fantasising her.

"I think we should forget about it and move on."

I suggested.

"You know, I'm not feeling well when I think of Meera. Because, I immediately feel myself inferior to her.. She's every angle better than me Krish.."

I wanted to ease things more. But I couldn't see any options.

"Are you going to do anything with her? For doing this to you?"

"I think I'm not going to ask her about it... Because it will not help anyone..."

I dared to take a decision.

"Are you planning to do anything?"

I looked back at her. She was staring me.

"I... I want to have some kind of redemption. But I don't know how..."

"How? I mean what are you planning..."

She looked deep into my eyes and seemed thoughtful before talking.

"Can you have sex with me, Krish?

She asked in a low voice but I heard it perfectly. I was shocked.

We stared into each other's eyes.

"No, no, Sheelu."

I blurted out. I then apologised immediately and left.

Few days we both didn't try to contact each other. I wanted to apologise to her for hurting her, but at the same time, I felt it's not just right thing to do; she may be calling it redemption but it is revenge. Revenge against her cheating husband and my cheating wife. I certainly didn't want to be a pawn in that game.

Then unexpectedly we came across at a public place and Meera was with me. She was happy to see Sheelu but I could easily understand what was going inside Sheelu's head.
Meera was wearing a saree and looked very beautiful as always.

I saw Sheelu looking down at Meera a number of times and I thought I saw what was she thinking: This is the other woman who stole my husband.
And inside, I was burning in guilt.

That night I sent sheelu a message.

It just read read: "Yes!"
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