27-11-2018, 01:53 PM
Chapter 45
“This is madness! This is bullshit!”
I yelled myself and pulled a pillow from the bed. I squeezed it as if to choke it to death.
Meera had mistaken my confrontation as a challenge. I was clearly lagging behind to what was happening in my life.
“No. This is not good.”
I threw the pillow away. It flew and fell at one of the corner of the room.
My heart was beating hard. I tried to believe it was because of the stupid struggle with the pillow, not with Meera's attitude.
Meera had had sex with many men at many places in the past. I had enjoyed or at least born most of them in one way or the other.
But this was going to be painful. Meera was doing it to prove a word with me.
She was making a statement that not only she can sleep with another man but also she can deny my pleasure she was giving me passively.
She was taking away what was the only solace in my life.
She was ditching me.
It would hurt. I thought.
It would hurt. I melted.
Saturday was just a day away.
Just 24 hours away.
On Saturday I would stay at home having nothing to do while Meera would go to her office in pretence of the overtime work.
And that too, in a saree. She would wear a saree and would look absolutely stunning in her best. When Das pull her to him she would show no resistance. She would stand in complete submission because she got a point to prove to her husband. She would let Mr. Das rub his dick behind her ass. And she would let him take the advantage of her saree to fondle her breast over her blouse from both sides.
He would press his lips on her bare shoulder and lick behind her neck. He would breathe into her glowing skin. He would thank her,
'I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you'd never accept my request. I love you for you have respected my wish honey.'
She would blush.
'I am not fulfilling your wish Das. I am just teaching my poor cuckold husband one lesson; one simple lesson that I don't need him anymore.'
She would say in her mind.
"No!"
I yelled again.
"You're not going to do this to me!"
I picked up my phone and dialled her name.
I was going to tell her the truth about the pill. I wanted to tell her it was Das who had her pill after fucking his family friend. I wanted to tell how he had slept behind her back. If she thought I had cheated on her, then she must know that her fucking boyfriend wasn't a saint.
I kept thinking and waited for the ring.
It rang a few times, until cut by her.
I redialled and heard the ring again, once, and then heard the phone being switched off.
I threw the phone away. It flew through the air and I heard it breaking down into pieces as I closed my eyes.
I felled myself into the bed and the breathed, desperate to catch some air.
I was losing grip over my life, once again.
I felt I was brought back to those days when she had left me. Back to zero.
She wasn't letting me talk to her!
I lay semi-conscious in my bed for some time before waking up with a single aim.
Booze.
I needed to drink. I rushed to the kitchen in search of my OC. Two rounds helped me touch my feet back on the ground. On the third round, I cracked an idea.
I should message her. She would read it in the morning and if she cares, she would call me.
But what if she shows the message to Das when she confronts him?
I had a rethought.
There was no need to hurt him. I could send a diplomatic message to her.
Like this,
'Okay, that pill was not used by Das. It was used by me; I had a friend to spend the night with me immediately after Das' party and I borrowed one from your purse for her in the morning. I am sorry.'
It should work; I seriously thought.
I finished my glass and walked to the room only to find the phone in many pieces. I tried to assemble it, unsuccessfully. I decided to send it in the morning.
I slept even late that night.
In the morning I went to a nearby shop to get my phone repaired. The guy there demanded two days to repair it. I had no choice; however, I purchased a new phone and inserted my SIM card but all my contacts were saved in the broken mobile phone and were lost.
I didn't have Meera's number.
Whose number do you remember, stupid?
I remembered Sam's number. I had known it for years. He would give me her number.
I called him and I heard a woman's voice.
“Hello Krish! What's up?”
Ananya.
“Hi Ananya. Where's Sam?”
“He's taking morning shower. We can talk.”
She lowered her voice dramatically to sound surreptitious. She was trying to be funny. I suddenly had an idea. I changed my plans.
“I want to talk about Meera, Ananya.”
“With Sam?”
“No, with you...”
“Then call on my number. Are you scared to call me directly?”
“No...”
“You know, if you pretend too much innocence, you will get caught very soon.”
“No, come on...”
I was getting irritated.
“I don't have your number, my phone is damaged.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. Can we speak in this number or do I have to call yours?”
“No. This one is ok; but are you sure, still you want to discuss about Meera?”
“Yes, still Meera.”
“Ok. May I visit you tomorrow? We can discuss much more.”
The bitch was always ready. And she looks more innocent than Meera. Sam should ditch her. I thought momentarily.
Or is it that Sam was also like me?
“You're always on, huh?”
“Only with you. You are the most eligible single available for a fling.”
“That is a bloody insult.”
“No. It was a compliment.”
“Whatever. I need your help, Ananya.”
“Shall I come tomorrow? I am free...”
“If you are free that's very good. You can surely help me. You know you were right about Meera, I think. She is working on holiday again, with Mr. Das, tomorrow. And she is wearing a saree tomorrow for him.”
“What? A saree?”
“Yes, she is going to wear it because he wished to see her in a saree...”
“That's too much a wish. Who wears a saree to one's office on a Saturday? Nobody does that, Krish. She must be teasing you.”
Ananya reasoned.
“I am not feeling good, Ananya. Can you stop her going to work tomorrow?”
“You want me to get her away from that guy, huh? All the talk we had in the past, you've forgotten everything! Okay, no big deal but let me first confirm it's true. Let me talk to her.”
She was about to hang up. I stopped her.
“Wait. What are you going to tell her? You can't tell her how you knew...”
“Oh no! You guys and your play-games! Grow up guys, for your own sake!”
She said in a tired voice.
We have grown up too much dear. I said in my mind.
“I don't want you talk about what she is gonna wear tomorrow. I want you to stop her from going to work tomorrow. That's it.”
“Ok, give me an idea then. ”
“You're free tomorrow, right? You can ask her accompany you to somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Wherever she can say no.”
“Shopping?”
“Maybe. But she must come. ”
“See will surely come. You have no idea how many times I've gone with her.”
“What if she suggests you to go shopping in the evening?”
“No chance. It's my damn choice when to shop. Let’s say I have a date tomorrow night, haha...”
She made me wonder if she had forgotten the existence of her husband.
“That's good. Thanks Ananya.”
“I don’t need your thanks, dear. I will visit you one day, very soon. And I will make you forget Meera one more time. You be ready to open the door like you did last time.”
She whispered.
“Sam hasn’t finished his bath yet?”
I inquired.
“He takes very long showers. He won’t come out any soon.”
I wondered if he’s also masturbating in shower.
“Then you go and join him... bye.”
“He is not that romantic. What to do?”
“Oh that's very sad. “
I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn't want to do it in an unfriendly way. Not today. I thought.
“You have nice ideas dear. Have you ever done this to Meera?”
Ananya was too much interested in whatever I said.
“In the shower? Yes, a couple of times. It’s fun.”
“Mmm... I am not surprised. I know now why you miss your girl this much.”
“You better remember it and please don’t spoil my plans...”
“I have had dreams about it you know, but unfortunately...”
“Really?”
“ How about me and you together in a shower, completely the nude... “
“Oh no... I am in the middle of the street, dear, I should quit.”
“Ok but we’ll soon have one good shower. It will be fun. Wow.”
“Bye. Don’t forget about Meera and call me when you get anything.”
She said okay and hung up. I let out a sigh and grinned.
What a woman. Sam must be very bad in bed for her. I thought.
Or is it that I was too good for her? I wondered later. She loved to be fucked by me. She wanted to spread her legs for me and lock me between them. The more I thought about it the more I became hard in my pants.
I felt I needed to get a shower ASAP.
******
By noon I had Ananya’s call.
“There’s nothing like you feared. She’s not working tomorrow. “
She said.
I was puzzled. Suddenly I felt blank, for something I was chasing no more existed.
She was just teasing me? To make me worry about it?
“She must have teased you. Anyways, I have asked her to come with me for shopping. And it's on you.”
“What?”
“This shopping is for you so whatever we spend, you should sponsor.”
“Oh, ok. Wish you all the best for your shopping. “
I said blatantly. However, I was relieved. So there was no saree. No fondling. No bending. No damn fucking in office this Saturday. I thought.
“After the shopping I will be very tired you know?”
Ananya was still there.
“Uh-huh?”
“I will need a shower. Are you ready?”
This woman never stops chasing me.
A young hot married woman in her better side of thirties, wearing right amount of plumpness in all the right areas, with a fair, glowing skin and a gorgeous smile, was chasing a single man whose only active part of body was his dick. It was not a common scenario. I didn't posses any great power to resist her charm.
"I’m ready for anything, baby." I said.
And she showed up at my door exactly at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
She had some meaty bags in her both hands as proof of the heavy shopping she had done with Meera. I was happy to see those bags.
“Where did you drop Meera?”
I asked as I bolted the front door.
“At her home, safe and sound. Happy now?”
“Thanks dear.”
I said.
She threw her bags on the couch and hugged me tight.
“Just thanks? No, it won’t do. “
She said and kissed me.
I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around her, and open my lips to welcome her kiss.
Little did I know, at the moment that my wife was just walking into her office - an empty office except for a cabin in which a man was impatiently waiting for her.
And she was wearing a saree.
“This is madness! This is bullshit!”
I yelled myself and pulled a pillow from the bed. I squeezed it as if to choke it to death.
Meera had mistaken my confrontation as a challenge. I was clearly lagging behind to what was happening in my life.
“No. This is not good.”
I threw the pillow away. It flew and fell at one of the corner of the room.
My heart was beating hard. I tried to believe it was because of the stupid struggle with the pillow, not with Meera's attitude.
Meera had had sex with many men at many places in the past. I had enjoyed or at least born most of them in one way or the other.
But this was going to be painful. Meera was doing it to prove a word with me.
She was making a statement that not only she can sleep with another man but also she can deny my pleasure she was giving me passively.
She was taking away what was the only solace in my life.
She was ditching me.
It would hurt. I thought.
It would hurt. I melted.
Saturday was just a day away.
Just 24 hours away.
On Saturday I would stay at home having nothing to do while Meera would go to her office in pretence of the overtime work.
And that too, in a saree. She would wear a saree and would look absolutely stunning in her best. When Das pull her to him she would show no resistance. She would stand in complete submission because she got a point to prove to her husband. She would let Mr. Das rub his dick behind her ass. And she would let him take the advantage of her saree to fondle her breast over her blouse from both sides.
He would press his lips on her bare shoulder and lick behind her neck. He would breathe into her glowing skin. He would thank her,
'I thought you wouldn't come. I thought you'd never accept my request. I love you for you have respected my wish honey.'
She would blush.
'I am not fulfilling your wish Das. I am just teaching my poor cuckold husband one lesson; one simple lesson that I don't need him anymore.'
She would say in her mind.
"No!"
I yelled again.
"You're not going to do this to me!"
I picked up my phone and dialled her name.
I was going to tell her the truth about the pill. I wanted to tell her it was Das who had her pill after fucking his family friend. I wanted to tell how he had slept behind her back. If she thought I had cheated on her, then she must know that her fucking boyfriend wasn't a saint.
I kept thinking and waited for the ring.
It rang a few times, until cut by her.
I redialled and heard the ring again, once, and then heard the phone being switched off.
I threw the phone away. It flew through the air and I heard it breaking down into pieces as I closed my eyes.
I felled myself into the bed and the breathed, desperate to catch some air.
I was losing grip over my life, once again.
I felt I was brought back to those days when she had left me. Back to zero.
She wasn't letting me talk to her!
I lay semi-conscious in my bed for some time before waking up with a single aim.
Booze.
I needed to drink. I rushed to the kitchen in search of my OC. Two rounds helped me touch my feet back on the ground. On the third round, I cracked an idea.
I should message her. She would read it in the morning and if she cares, she would call me.
But what if she shows the message to Das when she confronts him?
I had a rethought.
There was no need to hurt him. I could send a diplomatic message to her.
Like this,
'Okay, that pill was not used by Das. It was used by me; I had a friend to spend the night with me immediately after Das' party and I borrowed one from your purse for her in the morning. I am sorry.'
It should work; I seriously thought.
I finished my glass and walked to the room only to find the phone in many pieces. I tried to assemble it, unsuccessfully. I decided to send it in the morning.
I slept even late that night.
In the morning I went to a nearby shop to get my phone repaired. The guy there demanded two days to repair it. I had no choice; however, I purchased a new phone and inserted my SIM card but all my contacts were saved in the broken mobile phone and were lost.
I didn't have Meera's number.
Whose number do you remember, stupid?
I remembered Sam's number. I had known it for years. He would give me her number.
I called him and I heard a woman's voice.
“Hello Krish! What's up?”
Ananya.
“Hi Ananya. Where's Sam?”
“He's taking morning shower. We can talk.”
She lowered her voice dramatically to sound surreptitious. She was trying to be funny. I suddenly had an idea. I changed my plans.
“I want to talk about Meera, Ananya.”
“With Sam?”
“No, with you...”
“Then call on my number. Are you scared to call me directly?”
“No...”
“You know, if you pretend too much innocence, you will get caught very soon.”
“No, come on...”
I was getting irritated.
“I don't have your number, my phone is damaged.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. Can we speak in this number or do I have to call yours?”
“No. This one is ok; but are you sure, still you want to discuss about Meera?”
“Yes, still Meera.”
“Ok. May I visit you tomorrow? We can discuss much more.”
The bitch was always ready. And she looks more innocent than Meera. Sam should ditch her. I thought momentarily.
Or is it that Sam was also like me?
“You're always on, huh?”
“Only with you. You are the most eligible single available for a fling.”
“That is a bloody insult.”
“No. It was a compliment.”
“Whatever. I need your help, Ananya.”
“Shall I come tomorrow? I am free...”
“If you are free that's very good. You can surely help me. You know you were right about Meera, I think. She is working on holiday again, with Mr. Das, tomorrow. And she is wearing a saree tomorrow for him.”
“What? A saree?”
“Yes, she is going to wear it because he wished to see her in a saree...”
“That's too much a wish. Who wears a saree to one's office on a Saturday? Nobody does that, Krish. She must be teasing you.”
Ananya reasoned.
“I am not feeling good, Ananya. Can you stop her going to work tomorrow?”
“You want me to get her away from that guy, huh? All the talk we had in the past, you've forgotten everything! Okay, no big deal but let me first confirm it's true. Let me talk to her.”
She was about to hang up. I stopped her.
“Wait. What are you going to tell her? You can't tell her how you knew...”
“Oh no! You guys and your play-games! Grow up guys, for your own sake!”
She said in a tired voice.
We have grown up too much dear. I said in my mind.
“I don't want you talk about what she is gonna wear tomorrow. I want you to stop her from going to work tomorrow. That's it.”
“Ok, give me an idea then. ”
“You're free tomorrow, right? You can ask her accompany you to somewhere.”
“Where?”
“Wherever she can say no.”
“Shopping?”
“Maybe. But she must come. ”
“See will surely come. You have no idea how many times I've gone with her.”
“What if she suggests you to go shopping in the evening?”
“No chance. It's my damn choice when to shop. Let’s say I have a date tomorrow night, haha...”
She made me wonder if she had forgotten the existence of her husband.
“That's good. Thanks Ananya.”
“I don’t need your thanks, dear. I will visit you one day, very soon. And I will make you forget Meera one more time. You be ready to open the door like you did last time.”
She whispered.
“Sam hasn’t finished his bath yet?”
I inquired.
“He takes very long showers. He won’t come out any soon.”
I wondered if he’s also masturbating in shower.
“Then you go and join him... bye.”
“He is not that romantic. What to do?”
“Oh that's very sad. “
I wanted to hang up the phone but I didn't want to do it in an unfriendly way. Not today. I thought.
“You have nice ideas dear. Have you ever done this to Meera?”
Ananya was too much interested in whatever I said.
“In the shower? Yes, a couple of times. It’s fun.”
“Mmm... I am not surprised. I know now why you miss your girl this much.”
“You better remember it and please don’t spoil my plans...”
“I have had dreams about it you know, but unfortunately...”
“Really?”
“ How about me and you together in a shower, completely the nude... “
“Oh no... I am in the middle of the street, dear, I should quit.”
“Ok but we’ll soon have one good shower. It will be fun. Wow.”
“Bye. Don’t forget about Meera and call me when you get anything.”
She said okay and hung up. I let out a sigh and grinned.
What a woman. Sam must be very bad in bed for her. I thought.
Or is it that I was too good for her? I wondered later. She loved to be fucked by me. She wanted to spread her legs for me and lock me between them. The more I thought about it the more I became hard in my pants.
I felt I needed to get a shower ASAP.
******
By noon I had Ananya’s call.
“There’s nothing like you feared. She’s not working tomorrow. “
She said.
I was puzzled. Suddenly I felt blank, for something I was chasing no more existed.
She was just teasing me? To make me worry about it?
“She must have teased you. Anyways, I have asked her to come with me for shopping. And it's on you.”
“What?”
“This shopping is for you so whatever we spend, you should sponsor.”
“Oh, ok. Wish you all the best for your shopping. “
I said blatantly. However, I was relieved. So there was no saree. No fondling. No bending. No damn fucking in office this Saturday. I thought.
“After the shopping I will be very tired you know?”
Ananya was still there.
“Uh-huh?”
“I will need a shower. Are you ready?”
This woman never stops chasing me.
A young hot married woman in her better side of thirties, wearing right amount of plumpness in all the right areas, with a fair, glowing skin and a gorgeous smile, was chasing a single man whose only active part of body was his dick. It was not a common scenario. I didn't posses any great power to resist her charm.
"I’m ready for anything, baby." I said.
And she showed up at my door exactly at 3 o'clock on Saturday.
She had some meaty bags in her both hands as proof of the heavy shopping she had done with Meera. I was happy to see those bags.
“Where did you drop Meera?”
I asked as I bolted the front door.
“At her home, safe and sound. Happy now?”
“Thanks dear.”
I said.
She threw her bags on the couch and hugged me tight.
“Just thanks? No, it won’t do. “
She said and kissed me.
I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around her, and open my lips to welcome her kiss.
Little did I know, at the moment that my wife was just walking into her office - an empty office except for a cabin in which a man was impatiently waiting for her.
And she was wearing a saree.
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