27-11-2018, 01:26 PM
Chapter 41
Monday Das called me. He was looking to have drink with me. He said he had something meaty to talk with me.
So we met in a bar.
I was eager to know about the 'meaty' stuff.
He would tell me how he seduced my wife for the fourth time. I thought.
"I made a mistake, Mr. Menon, after my Saturday's party. It's a silly mistake, actually my carelessness. I need your help here.."
He spoke very slowly, obvious of his struggle to open up the topic. He looked like he still hadn't sorted out a way to communicate what was in his mind. I was equally clueless, to help him. I nodded my head without understating much.
He finished his drinks sooner than his words, though.
"You know that purse, Meera's purse, that we returned to her yesterday. And today, at my office, she confronted me about a pill that was missing from her purse..."
He took another quick sip immediately.
"Pill? What pill?"
I knew what pill was that. Exactly which one.
"A morning after pill. I had taken one from her purse, because I knew she had them in her purse."
"What? It's a... It's ridiculous!"
I said.
"I know. The story maybe ridiculous but the incident was not."
"Tell me more."
I said and ordered more of our whisky.
"I had a late night guest after the party. Neerja had gone to bed already. So I and this special lady whom I had my eyes set for so long, we sat for a drink... We did a little bit of our drinking and then... You know what then."
"Tell me."
His story was interesting.
"Hell, she wanted only one thing. Protection. She was out of safe days. Unfortunately I didn't have a single piece of rubber and she demanded a pill atleast. I promised her I'd buy one in the morning but she was like, 'I know we both will wake up very late and can't risk forgetting my pill' and all. So much drama! So I checked Meera's purse. Luckily I got one."
"Very lucky."
"Exactly!"
"And how exactly was your special lady?"
"She's a hot married pussy, dude. Definitely fun. My only regret is that I was a bit drunk. I couldn't perform like I had dreamt of it..."
"Don't worry you can improve it next time."
"No, man. She's one within my family, can't risk much. In the morning she gave me that stupid speech about restraint and control. I don't think she'll ever give me another chance. But that's not the problem here."
"Yup. The pill and Ms.Meera should be."
"Exactly. I underestimated the fact that she's an accountant. She has bloody scrutinized her purse to find that a pill was missing from her purse! Can you believe that?"
"Huh! I'm believing it. So what did you tell her?"
"I spoke like I knew nothing about it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Then the problem is... that the next suspect on the list is you."
"What???"
I forgot to shut my mouth for a few seconds.
"If it wasn't missing from my house, it should be you."
"But how, and why?"
"There's no solution in denying the truth. The pill is one short. I can't tell her the truth as well. So the obvious choice is you."
"Buy why is it so important?"
"It's important because she has doubts over me. I can't afford that. I'm not done enjoying her, man. You can save me."
"But how? Is she gonna ask me about it?"
I knew even if I tell her, she wouldn't believe it. Because I was with her that night. But I could no way convince Das about my dilemma.
What kind of stupid joke is happening? I wondered.
"You were talking with a girl from my office that night. You could tell a story about her."
"You mean, Meghna?"
"Yes. Meghna."
"What story?"
"A story of why you needed a pill in the morning..."
He looked at me hopefully.
"No. Because, one, she's a colleague of Meera. Two, why would I take the pill from Meera's purse?"
I reasoned.
"Why can't we take it this way, one, she's just a colleague of Meera and she could lie about what she did on the Saturday night. Two, maybe it's Meghna who told you about the pill in Meera's purse. Let's suppose Meghna knew about the pill."
I looked down on him for his dumb ideas. He sensed it and improvised immediately.
"Okay, let's forget Meghna. It was someone else, only you know. You guys were in your home the whole night.. In the morning, you got the purse from me and went to your house with breakfast for your friend. She checked the purse for it's style, like it's as wonderful purse, and when she found the pill, you suggested her to take it immediately. Remember, yesterday was Sunday and the chances of finding a pharmacist was tough."
"Wow! What a story!"
I said and mocked a clap.
Obviously I knew it would fall flat when I tell this to Meera. But I damn wanted to tell her this same story. Word by word. You all know why, don't you?
"Will this work?"
"So you want to make me a womaniser in front of your girlfriend, huh?"
"I hope you won't mind. Women respect womanisers."
I laughed, though I agreed with him.
"So when do I have to tell this story to her?"
"If she tries to ask you, possibly when I'll bring her to your house next time."
"Mmm... You want to have all the fun, huh? I'm gonna charge you from next time."
"You surely deserve more, I know. But I envy you, dude. Single, living alone in a beautiful house. If I were you, I'd sleep with a new women every weekend! Tell me one thing, when was the last time you had a go at it with a woman?"
When was that? I didn't want to mention previous Saturday. It'd complicate everything.
"Not in the recent past. It's a few months ago."
"Months ago? Oh no! You're wasting your best time!"
"Well I guess the fun can start when you cross forty..."
"Hahaha! That's for me! Cheers for that, dear!"
He toasted his glass to me.
A deal was set that night.
I would help him keep my wife. I would lie to her that he is saint. I would let him bring her to my house again. I would let him fuck her in my bedroom. I would lie to my wife that I that I bedded a woman for whom I had to steal a pill from her purse.
In return I would get to tell her a story.
I was so relieved that the forth pill I had noticed missing from her purse wasn't actually used by her. I felt happy.
I don't know what I was hoping for. But I felt like there's something in waiting for me.
And I waited for that day.
Tuesday it didn't happen.
Wednesday too, it didn't happen.
By the evening of Thursday, I lost patience. I dialed Das' mobile.
It rang for longer than usual, almost forcing me give up. Then he picked up.
"Mr. Menon! Where are... hello... What's up Mr. Menon? Are you home?"
He was more puzzled than me.
"Hi Mr. Das. I am fine. How you doing, whats up there?
"uh..are you home, Mr. Menon?"
He had a question with an intention. I smelled something.
"I am home. What are you planning, dear?"
I asked slowly.
"Can we come over?"
I could literally feel his arousal from his voice.
The man was bloody dying to fuck my wife. My throat felt choked.
I had to say something.
“Yeah... why not!”
I blurted out.
“Okay dude... we’re there in one hour...”
He said happily and cut the call.
I fell on the couch breathing heavily. I was sitting in my living room. From there I could see the bedroom door. I felt it’s laughing at me. Half open, half closed, it would open for once in one hour, and then it would close and would remain so for one hour.
I don’t care.
I thought.
Do you care?
I asked.
“No.”
I said and stood up.
I walked inside my bedroom and looked at the wrinkled bed sheet.
It wasn’t looking any good. I quickly replaced it with a clean one. Then I watched from a distance. In this very bed, I had Meera suck my dick a few days ago. She shook my dick. I had jerked it and shot my load on her breasts.
I visualized her face again. Today she would once again become someone else’s. She would surrender to her new man.
By the time Das drove in with Meera, I was hard like hell.
“Come in guys...”
I welcomed them with a smile. I shook hands with Das to create another with Meera.
She tried to evade my eyes, but I caught her hand. It was soft. Even softer than what I had around my dick on Saturday.
“How are you Meera?”
I asked.
“I am good. How are you?”
She asked and gently pulled her hand from my grip. Her voice was low. She would start moaning in that voice. I thought and my dick made a self jerk.
I brought myself serving the couple with some soft drinks.
“I was wondering if we could dine together tonight.”
Das said.
“That’s a good idea. Where are you planning?”
I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I was expecting him to take Meera to my bedroom. I wanted to hear her moan.
I wanted them to make love.
I wanted to hear them.
I was pathetic.
“We’ll have dinner delivered here only. I have promised Meera that I wouldn’t drop her home starving like last time.”
Das said and looked at Meera lovingly.
She didn’t really bother to acknowledge. I could see she was already in another world. She was a woman anticipating the pleasure of being fucked by a man in front of her husband.
She was anticipating Das taking her to bedroom, away from me. I could see it.
“Okay that’s cool.”
I said to Das.
“I will order the food myself, leave it to me.”
Das declared.
I nodded in agreement.
He got up from the couch.
“Can I use your washroom, Mr. Menon?”
“What’s the formality, feel yourself home.”
I said.
He quickly disappeared to the washroom and I sensed an opportunity. I grabbed the empty glass from Meera's hand and placed it on the center table.
“I'm really happy to see you again Meera. Unfortunately this is the only way to do it, isn't it?”
I asked and sat on the couch, right next to her. I touched her left hand slowly.
"Are you trying to trap me again, Krish?"
She turned her face completely to me.
Her lips, red, soft lips. Oh!
In a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her. A really quick one, but felt the real feel of her lips and her mouth. She pushed me away successfully. But when I left, I felt I hadn't had enough.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked. But her face looked far from angry.
She was merely surprised, and it made her even more beautiful. Her lack of anger was definitely a welcome change for me.
I glanced at the door of washroom and kissed her again. This time, of course, I had grabbed enough power to not let her push me back, and kissed her deep and long. I sucked her lips and tongue together. I felt her warm saliva. Her lips were softer than I ever known. She was a wonder. Between her struggles to get rid of me, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she had to part her lips. I had my hands around her neck as well as head, locking her to my thirsty love assault. By the time I let her go, I felt she was letting me do it.
It was lovely.
How foolish I was.
"Don't do this Krish...."
Meera panted.
"I still love you Meera."
I whispered.
"You're crazy insane..."
She gave me a blank look.
"And an idiot."
She added and looked at the washroom door before continuing.
"In the parking lot of our office, he had made me suck him..."
Now I felt my throat drying up.
I felt a sudden blow behind my head.
"I was sucking him in his car, that's when you called and we're coming from there straightway..."
"You haven't washed your mouth?"
I managed to ask.
"No."
She shook her head sideways.
Her lips. Soft and red lips were going up and down on his dick an hour ago, and I had just sucked those lips like a lollipop. I felt a strange taste growing inside my mouth.
What was it?
Monday Das called me. He was looking to have drink with me. He said he had something meaty to talk with me.
So we met in a bar.
I was eager to know about the 'meaty' stuff.
He would tell me how he seduced my wife for the fourth time. I thought.
"I made a mistake, Mr. Menon, after my Saturday's party. It's a silly mistake, actually my carelessness. I need your help here.."
He spoke very slowly, obvious of his struggle to open up the topic. He looked like he still hadn't sorted out a way to communicate what was in his mind. I was equally clueless, to help him. I nodded my head without understating much.
He finished his drinks sooner than his words, though.
"You know that purse, Meera's purse, that we returned to her yesterday. And today, at my office, she confronted me about a pill that was missing from her purse..."
He took another quick sip immediately.
"Pill? What pill?"
I knew what pill was that. Exactly which one.
"A morning after pill. I had taken one from her purse, because I knew she had them in her purse."
"What? It's a... It's ridiculous!"
I said.
"I know. The story maybe ridiculous but the incident was not."
"Tell me more."
I said and ordered more of our whisky.
"I had a late night guest after the party. Neerja had gone to bed already. So I and this special lady whom I had my eyes set for so long, we sat for a drink... We did a little bit of our drinking and then... You know what then."
"Tell me."
His story was interesting.
"Hell, she wanted only one thing. Protection. She was out of safe days. Unfortunately I didn't have a single piece of rubber and she demanded a pill atleast. I promised her I'd buy one in the morning but she was like, 'I know we both will wake up very late and can't risk forgetting my pill' and all. So much drama! So I checked Meera's purse. Luckily I got one."
"Very lucky."
"Exactly!"
"And how exactly was your special lady?"
"She's a hot married pussy, dude. Definitely fun. My only regret is that I was a bit drunk. I couldn't perform like I had dreamt of it..."
"Don't worry you can improve it next time."
"No, man. She's one within my family, can't risk much. In the morning she gave me that stupid speech about restraint and control. I don't think she'll ever give me another chance. But that's not the problem here."
"Yup. The pill and Ms.Meera should be."
"Exactly. I underestimated the fact that she's an accountant. She has bloody scrutinized her purse to find that a pill was missing from her purse! Can you believe that?"
"Huh! I'm believing it. So what did you tell her?"
"I spoke like I knew nothing about it."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Then the problem is... that the next suspect on the list is you."
"What???"
I forgot to shut my mouth for a few seconds.
"If it wasn't missing from my house, it should be you."
"But how, and why?"
"There's no solution in denying the truth. The pill is one short. I can't tell her the truth as well. So the obvious choice is you."
"Buy why is it so important?"
"It's important because she has doubts over me. I can't afford that. I'm not done enjoying her, man. You can save me."
"But how? Is she gonna ask me about it?"
I knew even if I tell her, she wouldn't believe it. Because I was with her that night. But I could no way convince Das about my dilemma.
What kind of stupid joke is happening? I wondered.
"You were talking with a girl from my office that night. You could tell a story about her."
"You mean, Meghna?"
"Yes. Meghna."
"What story?"
"A story of why you needed a pill in the morning..."
He looked at me hopefully.
"No. Because, one, she's a colleague of Meera. Two, why would I take the pill from Meera's purse?"
I reasoned.
"Why can't we take it this way, one, she's just a colleague of Meera and she could lie about what she did on the Saturday night. Two, maybe it's Meghna who told you about the pill in Meera's purse. Let's suppose Meghna knew about the pill."
I looked down on him for his dumb ideas. He sensed it and improvised immediately.
"Okay, let's forget Meghna. It was someone else, only you know. You guys were in your home the whole night.. In the morning, you got the purse from me and went to your house with breakfast for your friend. She checked the purse for it's style, like it's as wonderful purse, and when she found the pill, you suggested her to take it immediately. Remember, yesterday was Sunday and the chances of finding a pharmacist was tough."
"Wow! What a story!"
I said and mocked a clap.
Obviously I knew it would fall flat when I tell this to Meera. But I damn wanted to tell her this same story. Word by word. You all know why, don't you?
"Will this work?"
"So you want to make me a womaniser in front of your girlfriend, huh?"
"I hope you won't mind. Women respect womanisers."
I laughed, though I agreed with him.
"So when do I have to tell this story to her?"
"If she tries to ask you, possibly when I'll bring her to your house next time."
"Mmm... You want to have all the fun, huh? I'm gonna charge you from next time."
"You surely deserve more, I know. But I envy you, dude. Single, living alone in a beautiful house. If I were you, I'd sleep with a new women every weekend! Tell me one thing, when was the last time you had a go at it with a woman?"
When was that? I didn't want to mention previous Saturday. It'd complicate everything.
"Not in the recent past. It's a few months ago."
"Months ago? Oh no! You're wasting your best time!"
"Well I guess the fun can start when you cross forty..."
"Hahaha! That's for me! Cheers for that, dear!"
He toasted his glass to me.
A deal was set that night.
I would help him keep my wife. I would lie to her that he is saint. I would let him bring her to my house again. I would let him fuck her in my bedroom. I would lie to my wife that I that I bedded a woman for whom I had to steal a pill from her purse.
In return I would get to tell her a story.
I was so relieved that the forth pill I had noticed missing from her purse wasn't actually used by her. I felt happy.
I don't know what I was hoping for. But I felt like there's something in waiting for me.
And I waited for that day.
Tuesday it didn't happen.
Wednesday too, it didn't happen.
By the evening of Thursday, I lost patience. I dialed Das' mobile.
It rang for longer than usual, almost forcing me give up. Then he picked up.
"Mr. Menon! Where are... hello... What's up Mr. Menon? Are you home?"
He was more puzzled than me.
"Hi Mr. Das. I am fine. How you doing, whats up there?
"uh..are you home, Mr. Menon?"
He had a question with an intention. I smelled something.
"I am home. What are you planning, dear?"
I asked slowly.
"Can we come over?"
I could literally feel his arousal from his voice.
The man was bloody dying to fuck my wife. My throat felt choked.
I had to say something.
“Yeah... why not!”
I blurted out.
“Okay dude... we’re there in one hour...”
He said happily and cut the call.
I fell on the couch breathing heavily. I was sitting in my living room. From there I could see the bedroom door. I felt it’s laughing at me. Half open, half closed, it would open for once in one hour, and then it would close and would remain so for one hour.
I don’t care.
I thought.
Do you care?
I asked.
“No.”
I said and stood up.
I walked inside my bedroom and looked at the wrinkled bed sheet.
It wasn’t looking any good. I quickly replaced it with a clean one. Then I watched from a distance. In this very bed, I had Meera suck my dick a few days ago. She shook my dick. I had jerked it and shot my load on her breasts.
I visualized her face again. Today she would once again become someone else’s. She would surrender to her new man.
By the time Das drove in with Meera, I was hard like hell.
“Come in guys...”
I welcomed them with a smile. I shook hands with Das to create another with Meera.
She tried to evade my eyes, but I caught her hand. It was soft. Even softer than what I had around my dick on Saturday.
“How are you Meera?”
I asked.
“I am good. How are you?”
She asked and gently pulled her hand from my grip. Her voice was low. She would start moaning in that voice. I thought and my dick made a self jerk.
I brought myself serving the couple with some soft drinks.
“I was wondering if we could dine together tonight.”
Das said.
“That’s a good idea. Where are you planning?”
I didn’t really think it was a good idea. I was expecting him to take Meera to my bedroom. I wanted to hear her moan.
I wanted them to make love.
I wanted to hear them.
I was pathetic.
“We’ll have dinner delivered here only. I have promised Meera that I wouldn’t drop her home starving like last time.”
Das said and looked at Meera lovingly.
She didn’t really bother to acknowledge. I could see she was already in another world. She was a woman anticipating the pleasure of being fucked by a man in front of her husband.
She was anticipating Das taking her to bedroom, away from me. I could see it.
“Okay that’s cool.”
I said to Das.
“I will order the food myself, leave it to me.”
Das declared.
I nodded in agreement.
He got up from the couch.
“Can I use your washroom, Mr. Menon?”
“What’s the formality, feel yourself home.”
I said.
He quickly disappeared to the washroom and I sensed an opportunity. I grabbed the empty glass from Meera's hand and placed it on the center table.
“I'm really happy to see you again Meera. Unfortunately this is the only way to do it, isn't it?”
I asked and sat on the couch, right next to her. I touched her left hand slowly.
"Are you trying to trap me again, Krish?"
She turned her face completely to me.
Her lips, red, soft lips. Oh!
In a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her. A really quick one, but felt the real feel of her lips and her mouth. She pushed me away successfully. But when I left, I felt I hadn't had enough.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked. But her face looked far from angry.
She was merely surprised, and it made her even more beautiful. Her lack of anger was definitely a welcome change for me.
I glanced at the door of washroom and kissed her again. This time, of course, I had grabbed enough power to not let her push me back, and kissed her deep and long. I sucked her lips and tongue together. I felt her warm saliva. Her lips were softer than I ever known. She was a wonder. Between her struggles to get rid of me, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she had to part her lips. I had my hands around her neck as well as head, locking her to my thirsty love assault. By the time I let her go, I felt she was letting me do it.
It was lovely.
How foolish I was.
"Don't do this Krish...."
Meera panted.
"I still love you Meera."
I whispered.
"You're crazy insane..."
She gave me a blank look.
"And an idiot."
She added and looked at the washroom door before continuing.
"In the parking lot of our office, he had made me suck him..."
Now I felt my throat drying up.
I felt a sudden blow behind my head.
"I was sucking him in his car, that's when you called and we're coming from there straightway..."
"You haven't washed your mouth?"
I managed to ask.
"No."
She shook her head sideways.
Her lips. Soft and red lips were going up and down on his dick an hour ago, and I had just sucked those lips like a lollipop. I felt a strange taste growing inside my mouth.
What was it?
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