Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - Part II by Krish_999 ( Completed )

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Chapter 55

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“It’s not worth living like this. I want to have a peaceful life."

Das said. He was sitting firmly on the couch he was so unceremoniously tied on the previous night.
"I know I can only blame myself for everything, and I came to talk to you so that I can have my life back. I was sleepless last night. I was fallen to the lowest level I have ever thought I could tolerate; I was never humiliated like that. This is definitely not something I can ever move on from.”
I said nothing. He went on.
“You know I am going to be settled in France, with my son. I will be joining his business there, taking over a handful of projects for which he sought my help. And the last thing I would like to do there is to look back in regret, over the shameless mistake I made to you, and more than that, the mistake I tried to make to you and my sister-in-law haunts me. I must have made myself look like a demon.”
“You did.”
I said quietly. He felt better because I spoke for the first time since his arrival.
Exhausted from the long night, I had landed in my bed very late and I woke up only to the long doorbell. I was surprised to see Mr Das standing there, calm and firm, while my mind was still pondering over the disappearance of Meera. I had a lot of questions to ask Mr Das, and I let him in with a gesture.
“I used to have a crush on Nikita. And when the opportunity struck me, perhaps I was arrogantly proud of being able to seduce a young woman like Meera, I didn't want to lose it. I didn't think twice to pick up that opportunity. I had mixed her drinks and then led her to my bed. Like I expected, after the initial resistance she gave in. I was too drunk to realise that I was banging her; to realise what grave mistake it was. It was so for sure, but I hadn’t had a chance to have a conversation with Nikita after that; so I was not aware of the damage I had caused in her. I felt she was more worried about the unprotected sex, and it was dealt with care when I managed a pill for her. But...”
He let out a sigh. He took a break.
“This morning I asked for her forgiveness. When I told her I was going to meet you, she asked me to tell you she misses you.”
I felt good for what he said. I also felt good for I heard it from him. I nodded.
I felt she truly had him under control.
However, I wasn’t satisfied with him. I needed to know more though I didn't want to ask him anything. I rather wanted him to speak no holds barred.
“Yesterday, I didn't mean to be here. I had intended to meet Meera and I had gone to her flat. But I couldn’t meet her, and I thought she would be with you.”
So she was gone so earlier. I thought. And I wondered why he thought she would be with me.

“Then, when I found Nikita with you, I lost my cool. I couldn’t stand it because I thought you were taking revenge for what I had done to you. I would still have believed it unless I saw how she was in love with you. She wasn’t an object in your hand, you have true feelings for her. However, when I saw her sitting on your couch with looks that suggested what you guys were up to, I figured that it would be your revenge to me. There was no question of you taking revenge on my wife, of course...”
He grinned.

“Well, it was still painful to me. And the funny thing in the middle of all of that was, I was not in a position to talk about it in her presence. I didn't want her to know about my... uh, my affair with Meera. I am talking me inside out, please don't feel offended.”
Suddenly he was not even able to mention his relationship with Meera in my face. He feard he would offend me. Submission and domination are often demonstrated through small gestures. I learnt.
“I was quite a fool yesterday to believe that I had an upper hand when I caught her in the act with you. And I realised my blunder only when you made me. You did nothing I didn't deserve. And I believe that you wouldn’t have gone so mad if I hadn’t humiliated you in front of Meera. Of course, Meera had suggested it, but I could have been a little more friendly. Even Meera accused me later that I exploited the situation. I knew it could be humiliation but I hadn’t realised it then. I don't know if you’d believe me, I didn't know that you were hurt like that. When she said I manipulated her to hurt your feelings, we ended up having a huge argument over it, and we haven’t been on good terms with each other since then. It was really out of the question because, when she told me that you like to watch her, you just reminded me of an old friend of me. I had told you about my friend whom I had helped to elope with his girl and to marry her. When we were staying in that hotel, they had let me watch their lovemaking. Even after their marriage, we used to talk about it and sometimes laugh together, and we all had found it highly exciting to discuss it. And on their fourth wedding anniversary, my friend asked me if I like to have sex with his wife. She was sitting nearby with a shy but extremely excited face, her eyes on her husband. He said it’s a gift for his wife. I was the gift. It was a first time experience in my life when I came to know such things could exist in marital life. It also turned out to be a sweet memory. I took her hand from him and led her to their bedroom, while my friend silently followed us. He sat in a chair and watched us, while we made out completely naked in his own marital bed. There was nothing like we see in porn films where the husband would pull out and jerk himself, but it was just about the visuals and more about preserving them in... in one’s memory. After that incident, he had told me that their sexual life was ever amazing. He said he was able to bring her orgasms with the slightest of efforts. I was the reason, and I never had sex with her after that and we still remain true friends. This particular experience from my past didn't allow me to sense anything unusual about you and Meera. Instead, I was more excited to see myself as a gift which blinded me. Moreover, I was just an object in your hands, wasn’t I?”
He looked into my eyes and asked a relevant question.
Yes. He was an object. The argument was always between me and Meera. He had nothing to do with it.
“When I came to know Meera was your wife, I was like... it was shocking to me. And even more shocking was Meera’s behaviour. The moment she knew you were with someone else, she went mad. I saw how much she was possessive about you. It was incomprehensible to me because she was already having sex with me and still she couldn’t digest what you were doing. When I tried to reason my views on this, she screamed at me that if she has ever slept with me, that’s because her husband liked it.”
This was the one of the crucial revelation he made to me. She still thought she slept with Das only because of me. How can that be true? How can't that be true?
There was a thin line. Just.
I looked away from Das’ eyes to hide my boiling emotions. He went on.
“It was a moment I realised I was just a pawn in you guys’ hands. And her madness over your affair was totally sensible to me. I compared it to my friend’s incident. He proposed the nightstand with me as a gift to his wife. And what if he himself later had a fling and then suggested it is acceptable because his wife already had one in the past? No? No, that is not acceptable. Such a move would never work in these types of relationships. It would have made sense of a revenge thing, only if your wife was caught in the act. When I looked back, I could imagine you as a husband who loved to watch his wife with another man. It could be your fantasy and I wasn’t surprised. But then, when she said you deserved a punishment for mating with her friend, I went overboard. I truly went overboard, yes I accept that, but I was actually thinking you both were consensually playing with each other. It was more like a fantasy. I misinterpreted Meera the most; she’s an enigma, and we had an argument soon after that. she was upset that I exploited the situation which she claimed she noticed only when it’s all done and I was, of course, upset because I was made a buffoon all the way from the beginning. She isn't even happy to see me after that night. I wanted to tell you all earlier too because I was worried if she would commit anything really stupid... you know, out of depression. But you were you, you never let me speak to you. Then I had to leave for France. When I came back, the first thing I did was to try to talk to her. Because I didn't want to be the cause of the difference between you. I told her about my French trip also, and she was indifferent. Then I urged her to talk to you. I wanted you both to talk each other first, and then I wanted to leave you both like a friend. But it all ended in a bloody anticlimax. I was such a moron. I forgot everything and truly believed you were taking revenge on me by seducing my sister-in-law.”
Every sentence he spoke of Meera had something to surprise me. The fact that Meera had talked to me under his persuasion was beginning to redraw in my mind the pattern of events that shaped last night. Meera perhaps wanted to talk to me genuinely but I read her in the worst sense and ended up pissing her off. I could now empathise her.
“Well, one thing I still can't really digest. You! How come you...! You were not human. How come you seduce your wife’s best friend last week and my sister-in-law by this weekend? Both the ladies are married and living happily with their husbands, and how the hell you made it all like this?”
Das snapped his fingers to enact the easiness in which he thought I seduced the ladies.
“I had once asked you to pick up Nikita from the airport and this week, Neerja had sought your help for the hospital. Just two times. How much time do you actually need to win over a young woman, I want to ask you? Krish?”
“Stop exaggerating it, Mr Das.”
I interrupted stiffly.
“I am not exaggerating it; I envy you, Krish. You know how hard it was to befriend Meera. I wouldn’t have made it if I hadn’t had you at my side. I'm damn sure, if Neerja was anything of an attractive woman, yesterday I would have found you doing – I don't know what! God!”
I found him funny by now. He had talked a lot.
“Come on Krish. give me at least a smile. It’ll make me feel a lot better. If I had put this much effort into my business deals, it would have guaranteed me with a hundred and ten percent success in every deal.”
He concluded.
“It’s okay Das. We are good.”
I walked to the kitchen and poured two glasses of fruit juice. I served one to him and sat back with the other.
“What did she tell you when you called her yesterday?”
I asked what he had missed.
“She was shattered over the humiliation we had done to you. She wanted to apologize to you but didn't have the courage to do that. she wanted me to talk to you first but I urged her to at least make a call and try if you answered her. She told me she would call but she wasn’t available after that. when I went to her flat later, I found it locked.”
All the calmness I had begun to feel inside me evaporated in a second. So that was how she had called me. and how I messed it all up! I was the moron in reality. She wanted solace, and I chose the wrong time to be sarcastic. I wanted to see her again. I got up immediately.
“Das. Thank you for coming and telling me all this. I need to go to meet her. I also had gone to her flat last night. But she wasn’t there.”
Das smiled.
“There’s nothing to worry, Krish. I had called her this morning and she is safe at home. But yes; you should definitely go and meet her.”
Das left a happy man. I quickly got ready and rushed to Lavanya Apartments.
However, one thing was still in my mind.
She wanted to apologize to me for what she did to me. But it doesn’t mean she would forgive me for what I had done. In my mind, I had a lot of justifications, but it would help only if she listened to me. I could only hope for it.
I found my heartbeats soaring when I stood in front of her flat and pressed the doorbell. She was in, for sure.
On the fourth minute, I pressed it again. On the sixth, I pressed it the third time.
I waited, waited, and waited until I felt I was standing in front of a closed door. Yet again.