27-11-2018, 01:33 PM
Chapter 43
The phone call that spoiled everything was from Ananya. Next time when she show up begging me to fuck her, I would stuff my dick in her ass. She too has one fine, round, plump ass. I gritted my teeth.
I answered the call while making my way to the kitchen.
She said she had some crucial information about Meera. She wanted to meet me as well.
What was left there to speak about?
I wondered and smiled myself.
It is really amazing how we find reasons to smile even at the lowest point of our lives.
“Give me a clue about it right now, please.” I begged.
I wanted to finish the call very quickly.
“It's about her boss. I told you about Das. He's making her work on holidays...”
“What's wrong with that?”
I interrupted her in a hurry.
I wanted to stop talking but I had mouthed a big question.
I shouldn't have. She began eating into my brain.
“Come on you don't know a thing about these office games...”
I wanted to scream at her that now I know everything of it. But I just kept listening to whatever she had to say. My mind was thriving to go back to the hall. When the call was finally finished, I rushed to the hall. The door to the bedroom was still closed. I sat on the couch and expected them coming out with a demeaning look on their face.
What would I tell them when they confront me?
'You guys were talking about me, so...'
I said in my mind and it felt a satisfactory response.
But soon my thoughts were vanished as I heard more sounds of bed squeaks. It was heavier.
And Meera was louder.
I sleepwalked to the door.
“Huhhh... Das....aahh...”
She was moaning continuously.
She was in pleasure as he thrusted his manhood into her. My limp dick stood erect in no time and I didn't hesitate to pull it out. So sure of that they wouldn't come out unfinished, I held my dick and began shaking it frantically.
In my eyes, I saw my Meera lay on her back in the bed and Das pumping his dick into her, making the bed shake and Meera cry out his name.
“Aaahhh...aaahhh...aahh.. Das...”
My room. My bed. My bed sheet. My wife. His dick. I thought as I brought myself nearer to the heaven. Then I heard a scream. Meera cried one after another and his pumping kept on. I wasn't able to hold anymore. With a suppressed hiss, I shot my load which I blocked with my left hand.
“Oh my baby... My Meera...”
I cried silently as I forgot everything about me and enjoyed the pleasure of a perfect orgasm. My left palm was in a complete mess. When I came back to my senses I rushed to the washroom. I noticed the sounds being settled down in the room as well. He must have fulfilled her wants.
When I came back from restroom after ten minutes, I saw Das walking out of the room. He was staring at me and I felt it uneasy to face his eyes. I saw Meera behind him. Her gaze too, was glued on me.
I sat on the couch, like a culprit caught in the act.
I kept my eyes down.
“Mr. Menon.”
Das sat on the couch opposite to me. Meera sat with him.
“You were there, weren't you?”
He was damn straight.
“What...uh...Oh...”
I stammered. I forgot what I had practiced.
Meera had he eyes locked into me. I felt she had never looked at me this long in the recent past.
“I heard Meera crying very badly...”
I managed to say.
“Oh, that! I had told you the other day. We were trying it out. From behind her...”
He said with a mischievous smile.
Meera was embarrassed and pinched his cheek.
“You!”
“But she enjoyed it, didn't you honey?”
“No.”
She said with a smile. She had enjoyed it.
Wait, she had enjoyed it?
I just nodded as if I was blind.
“Didn't you hear anything else?”
“What else? You guys were bloody Chaos!”
I said.
“We were having a discussion on monsoon.” Meera said with a laugh.
She wasn't the woman who were crying so hard half an hour ago.
I wasn't probably laughing to her joke, Mr Das said.
“Come on friend. Don't feel bad that we caught you. It's your house. Your bedroom. Your bed. I know we were loud. It's nothing we can complain.”
I laughed this time.
Not because of what he said not for what he didn't say.
I imagined him say,
‘Your bedroom, your bed, your wife. I can't complain really.’
Das got up and shifted to my couch and poured a glass of water for himself, and finished it. He must be tired. I could easily make out why.
None talked after that. The silence was getting awkward.
Then I found both of them smiling.
More than Das' I found her smile disturbing to me. She had no right to laugh at me. But she was laughing at me, making me Furious.
Bitch. I thought momentarily.
"This is embarrassing."
Meera spoke after few minutes of silence.
"I can't sit here anymore. You guys have crossed all the limits..."
"We, who what?" Das interrupted.
I too was not sure whom she was blaming.
"You both!"
She pretended to be angry but she definitely looked cute.
When would she is stop being so cute?
"What have I done?"
Das argued.
She adjusted her posture once before answering,
"What have you not done? You're sweating, at least close your buttons!"
I looked at him and noticed two buttons of his shirt left open. And I felt he was still sweating inside.
"You are sweating, I am sweating and I think Mr. Menon is also sweating..."
Only Das laughed at her comment.
"That's not my mistake."
I merely sat silently. I was a dead duck.
"Of course it's your mistake. Let me find something to drink. We are leaving soon..."
So saying she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"I am sorry Mr. Menon we'll plan our dinner another day."
Das said. I forced a smile.
"Its ok, she needs some rest."
"I too need rest I would say."
"Is it your first time, I mean... like this... uh... anal?"
I dared to ask.
"No, not the first time. But it was special. Perfect. You know I've been dreaming of it for long."
He winked at me.
I felt a sense of loss hearing how he had fulfilled his dream wish.
"Its ok Mr. Menon."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't feel bad for you. Actually I can see myself in you. Do remember the story about my friend and his girlfriend in the hotel room? It's a very tough situation, but if you accept it it's a very exciting one. Two persons, in their own world! Knowing that your best friend is watching you can be the ultimate turn-on. For them it was. Especially his girlfriend. She was like..."
His eyes shined as he relived someone's memories.
"Meera is equally excited, I can sense that. And what about me, you know I was just like you then, I had never wanked harder than that day..."
Das kept unearthing his secrets.
Though I felt his story had helped me ease my mind, the way he concluded it just ruined everything. He wanted to picture me as a peeping Tom. However, he was merely suggesting the truth. I was musterbating.
Getting caught masturbating was horrible than I thought. No matter how hard you try to feel better.
Well, time heals even that.
When Meera came back from kitchen, he got up and ready to leave. I shook hands with the him and then with Meera before waving them goodnight.
I thought it was the end of the day. But it wasn't.
My phone rang at 11 P.M.
It was Meera.
The phone call that spoiled everything was from Ananya. Next time when she show up begging me to fuck her, I would stuff my dick in her ass. She too has one fine, round, plump ass. I gritted my teeth.
I answered the call while making my way to the kitchen.
She said she had some crucial information about Meera. She wanted to meet me as well.
What was left there to speak about?
I wondered and smiled myself.
It is really amazing how we find reasons to smile even at the lowest point of our lives.
“Give me a clue about it right now, please.” I begged.
I wanted to finish the call very quickly.
“It's about her boss. I told you about Das. He's making her work on holidays...”
“What's wrong with that?”
I interrupted her in a hurry.
I wanted to stop talking but I had mouthed a big question.
I shouldn't have. She began eating into my brain.
“Come on you don't know a thing about these office games...”
I wanted to scream at her that now I know everything of it. But I just kept listening to whatever she had to say. My mind was thriving to go back to the hall. When the call was finally finished, I rushed to the hall. The door to the bedroom was still closed. I sat on the couch and expected them coming out with a demeaning look on their face.
What would I tell them when they confront me?
'You guys were talking about me, so...'
I said in my mind and it felt a satisfactory response.
But soon my thoughts were vanished as I heard more sounds of bed squeaks. It was heavier.
And Meera was louder.
I sleepwalked to the door.
“Huhhh... Das....aahh...”
She was moaning continuously.
She was in pleasure as he thrusted his manhood into her. My limp dick stood erect in no time and I didn't hesitate to pull it out. So sure of that they wouldn't come out unfinished, I held my dick and began shaking it frantically.
In my eyes, I saw my Meera lay on her back in the bed and Das pumping his dick into her, making the bed shake and Meera cry out his name.
“Aaahhh...aaahhh...aahh.. Das...”
My room. My bed. My bed sheet. My wife. His dick. I thought as I brought myself nearer to the heaven. Then I heard a scream. Meera cried one after another and his pumping kept on. I wasn't able to hold anymore. With a suppressed hiss, I shot my load which I blocked with my left hand.
“Oh my baby... My Meera...”
I cried silently as I forgot everything about me and enjoyed the pleasure of a perfect orgasm. My left palm was in a complete mess. When I came back to my senses I rushed to the washroom. I noticed the sounds being settled down in the room as well. He must have fulfilled her wants.
When I came back from restroom after ten minutes, I saw Das walking out of the room. He was staring at me and I felt it uneasy to face his eyes. I saw Meera behind him. Her gaze too, was glued on me.
I sat on the couch, like a culprit caught in the act.
I kept my eyes down.
“Mr. Menon.”
Das sat on the couch opposite to me. Meera sat with him.
“You were there, weren't you?”
He was damn straight.
“What...uh...Oh...”
I stammered. I forgot what I had practiced.
Meera had he eyes locked into me. I felt she had never looked at me this long in the recent past.
“I heard Meera crying very badly...”
I managed to say.
“Oh, that! I had told you the other day. We were trying it out. From behind her...”
He said with a mischievous smile.
Meera was embarrassed and pinched his cheek.
“You!”
“But she enjoyed it, didn't you honey?”
“No.”
She said with a smile. She had enjoyed it.
Wait, she had enjoyed it?
I just nodded as if I was blind.
“Didn't you hear anything else?”
“What else? You guys were bloody Chaos!”
I said.
“We were having a discussion on monsoon.” Meera said with a laugh.
She wasn't the woman who were crying so hard half an hour ago.
I wasn't probably laughing to her joke, Mr Das said.
“Come on friend. Don't feel bad that we caught you. It's your house. Your bedroom. Your bed. I know we were loud. It's nothing we can complain.”
I laughed this time.
Not because of what he said not for what he didn't say.
I imagined him say,
‘Your bedroom, your bed, your wife. I can't complain really.’
Das got up and shifted to my couch and poured a glass of water for himself, and finished it. He must be tired. I could easily make out why.
None talked after that. The silence was getting awkward.
Then I found both of them smiling.
More than Das' I found her smile disturbing to me. She had no right to laugh at me. But she was laughing at me, making me Furious.
Bitch. I thought momentarily.
"This is embarrassing."
Meera spoke after few minutes of silence.
"I can't sit here anymore. You guys have crossed all the limits..."
"We, who what?" Das interrupted.
I too was not sure whom she was blaming.
"You both!"
She pretended to be angry but she definitely looked cute.
When would she is stop being so cute?
"What have I done?"
Das argued.
She adjusted her posture once before answering,
"What have you not done? You're sweating, at least close your buttons!"
I looked at him and noticed two buttons of his shirt left open. And I felt he was still sweating inside.
"You are sweating, I am sweating and I think Mr. Menon is also sweating..."
Only Das laughed at her comment.
"That's not my mistake."
I merely sat silently. I was a dead duck.
"Of course it's your mistake. Let me find something to drink. We are leaving soon..."
So saying she stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"I am sorry Mr. Menon we'll plan our dinner another day."
Das said. I forced a smile.
"Its ok, she needs some rest."
"I too need rest I would say."
"Is it your first time, I mean... like this... uh... anal?"
I dared to ask.
"No, not the first time. But it was special. Perfect. You know I've been dreaming of it for long."
He winked at me.
I felt a sense of loss hearing how he had fulfilled his dream wish.
"Its ok Mr. Menon."
He lowered his voice.
"Don't feel bad for you. Actually I can see myself in you. Do remember the story about my friend and his girlfriend in the hotel room? It's a very tough situation, but if you accept it it's a very exciting one. Two persons, in their own world! Knowing that your best friend is watching you can be the ultimate turn-on. For them it was. Especially his girlfriend. She was like..."
His eyes shined as he relived someone's memories.
"Meera is equally excited, I can sense that. And what about me, you know I was just like you then, I had never wanked harder than that day..."
Das kept unearthing his secrets.
Though I felt his story had helped me ease my mind, the way he concluded it just ruined everything. He wanted to picture me as a peeping Tom. However, he was merely suggesting the truth. I was musterbating.
Getting caught masturbating was horrible than I thought. No matter how hard you try to feel better.
Well, time heals even that.
When Meera came back from kitchen, he got up and ready to leave. I shook hands with the him and then with Meera before waving them goodnight.
I thought it was the end of the day. But it wasn't.
My phone rang at 11 P.M.
It was Meera.
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