Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

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Chapter – One

 

This story has no beginning. However, family stories often begin on a pleasant note. So I will also start like that. But it is certainly not the beginning.

My wife Meera had returned to me after a gap of more than a year. I had promised myself that I would not repeat my mistakes.

Mistakes, which had prompted Meera to walk away from my life… Mistakes which had prompted Meera to try out new things… My mistakes!

I had embraced my new life with Meera. Every day was a gift. Every moment I spent with her was special. In the weekend evenings, we used to sit in the balcony sipping hot coffee. She would be busy talking about something and in between she would stop. She would have noticed that I was watching her, seeing how she was talking rather than hearing what she was saying.

Her usual reaction would be a magical smile. A tiny dimple would flash for a tiny second.

“What?”

Her eyes would question me.

“Thank you.”

“For the coffee?”

“For coming back.”

Her coming back was an event that I wanted to celebrate every day. Normally Meera would smile again. One day she responded differently.

“You brought me back. Thank you for that.”

 

Those were lovely evenings. We were in love. I believed that nothing in this world can separate us again.

I loved those evenings so much that I stopped going out on weekends. I avoided most of the random parties on weekends. I only attended events that I was personally invited, or Meera was also invited.

One evening we were sitting on the balcony and she asked me about one such party. I told her it was not important.

“You can go. It is ok.” Meera said.

“I don’t want to leave you alone. Such a beautiful evening is happening here; nothing in that party can replace these moments.”

I said.

Meera smiled.

“Mmm… so romantic. Then I have an idea to make it more beautiful.” She descended from the chair to the floor. “Sit with me.”

I followed her and carefully kept the coffee cup aside.

“This is going to be my favourite routine.” I send my arms around her, pulling her closer. Next moment I was kissing her.

“I told you just to sit.” She said when the kiss was over.

“I would like to be generous.”

“Then be generous.” Meera smiled and kissed me. I kissed her back, and slowly laid her on the floor. Meera lay with a smile, eyes in mine.

“Your eyes are asking much more. Luckily, I can provide.” I said. My lips travelled down to her neck and then to her breasts. My hand soon followed its favourite route downward.

There was a flash of fear on her face. I knew she was pretending.

“Somebody will watch; we are visible from that balcony.”

She pointed with her eyes. I smiled.

“Nobody’s living in that flat.”

“So, you are going to make me lie nude in here.”

“Your eyes are making me do that,” I said. "I can't resist."

Meera laughed. “Oh yeah, you can blame my eyes for everything!”

Her little laugh was interrupted as I sealed her mouth with mine and sucked her lips. She readily let me part her lips and allowed my tongue to meet hers. I was welcome. I grabbed her top and slowly pulled it above her breasts.

“You pervert.”

Meera laughed silly when I put in my left palm under her bra cup and slowly bared it.

I went down and stopped my mouth an inch from her softness.

“May I?” I whispered.

She pinched my cheek.

“All yours.”

Her nipples were erect. And yummy too.

Meera had no complaints when I took off her clothes one by one to have her completely naked on the floor of our balcony. Our kisses turned aggressive and she was breathing heavily soon.  As I positioned between her legs, it hurt my knees. I folded her clothes and placed under my knees.

“Next time I'll arrange for a pillow.”

Meera quipped.

“I’ll keep one permanent here.”

I said while guiding my throbbing shaft into her and then pushed it inside.

“Aaah…”

Meera gasped.

“I love you, Meera, my baby…”

I breathed into her mouth. Her smile had vanished.

“Aaah...”

She was hot and lovely. I brought my arms under her head and then I began to move in a rhythm. She spread her legs further, and I loved the way her arms were making a circle around my back, holding me closer to her. As if she would never let me move off her.

I saw little drops of sweat gathering between her nose and upper lips. I pushed deeper into her and as I went down I sucked her lips together. I got the taste of her sweat in my mouth.

“I love the taste of your sweat. I want more of it, honey.” I panted.

“Crazy. Crazy.” Meera looked me in awe, and slowly raised her arms. I saw her armpit, and the slightly-shining wetness in there. I arched inward to keep my dick buried inside her and brought my thirsty mouth to her armpit.

“Mmm…my baby it tastes so good. Mmm…” I was pushing harder now. I was going to finish it.

“Krish…aaah…”

“Aaah…”

Our sounds merged and became one and soon I was filling her. A minute later, we were lying on the floor, drenched in sweat, facing the ceiling, yet our eyes on each other.

“That was awesome,” I panted.

“That was a million times better than you gone to some parties.”

Meera said.

I laughed. “I love you for saying that.”

 

We had moved on to the second chance with more love and affection than ever. We worked together to get rid of the memories of our separation and fill it with new ones of love. Meera put her new flat in Lavanya Apartments on sale with the hope of buying a piece land at our hometown with the money.

 

We were still living in the same universe. Our neighbours, colleagues, friends and foes – all were still there. The possibility of running into familiar yet unpleasant faces never quite vanished. However, living in the big city of ours helped us move on rather quickly.

 

My struggle with job and debts had ended already. But my old friend Sam was going through exactly the opposite. It had started a few months ago when Sam lost his job after he had a physical fight with his boss.

Sam was blacklisted by the company. Sam was not ready to talk about this to me. I later learnt that Sam and his boss had quarrelled during a party in which Sam landed a couple of straight punches on his face. There were reports of an on-going tussle between them which culminated in the brawl. In response, Sam did not only lose the job but also got blacklisted.

 

Nobody knew exactly why Sam punched his boss in the face. He did not want to speak about it to anyone.

I had to ask him many times.

“That bastard was asking me a favour.”

Sam revealed, eventually.

“What favour?”

“My wife. He wanted to sleep with Ananya.”

I hated Sam’s boss instantly. Why do all the fucking bosses in the world want to sleep with their employees’ wives?

 

I knew of a few like them. Susheel Desai was one of such men. He had seduced Meera one night when she was emotionally broken. He had taken her to his place kept her for the whole night. It wasn’t the first time my wife had slept with someone else. I have openly and secretly have encouraged Meera to live out those fantasies. But Desai had no space in my fantasies. I hated him. I hated to remember anything about him.

 

However, the man was not happy with the one nightstand. As he was one of the big clients of the firm Meera worked for, she could not cut the communication with him completely. And the wicked man kept looking for an opportunity to hit on her. Coffee, lunch, and dinner were on offer every time he met Meera. Even though Meera kept rejecting his offers, I had a bad feeling about him.

 

Meera was aware of my unease.

“Are you worried that he’s still there, asking me out?”

Meera asked. We were in bed, after dinner.

“I am still worried that he’s still dreaming of you.” I did not hide my mind. “You are mine; mine only. What can I do to make him move on?”

“You don’t have to.” Meera touched my face, caressing my cheek. “He was pathetic.”

“What?”

I looked into her eyes.

“He was pathetic, in bed; that night. You should be laughing at him when you see him next time.”

More than the words she spoke, her smile helped me feel better.

“Do you laugh at him when you meet him?”

I asked.

“I have a feeling that he’s trying to prove himself that he can do better.”

“With you?”

“I will never give him a chance.”

“I shall convey that to him myself.”

I grunted.

“You don’t have to do that. I know how to handle him, Krish.”

Meera assured. And I believed her, completely.

 

We were walking out of a shopping mall when the inevitable event of running into that man occurred.

“Hello, Meera!”

I heard the voice from behind and turned to see the grin I hated to see. Susheel Desai was wearing a white T-shirt that hid nothing of his fat-though-imposing body shape.

Desai walked over to us.

“What a pleasant surprise!” he smiled lavishly at Meera, parting his thick lips.

“Hello Mr Desai,” Meera began to turn to face him only to stop and turn to look at me. I did not know what to do other than to prepare to hate the man more with each passing second.

“You look so pretty, as ever, Meera. Shopping?”

The man was just going to eat Meera alive, I felt. Desai did not stop walking toward her until he was two feet away from her. Meera was wearing a body-hugging grey sweater and black pants that revealed her magnificent body shape in a very casual way. Within seconds I was convinced of how Susheel Desai would have memorized her curves despite my presence. I thought he was going to hug her. Seeing him standing close to Meera made me notice his imposing body frame with a height of close to six feet and appropriately well-built torso. He wasn’t muscular but I could say he could move a mountain when needed. His face, especially the cheeks, was filled with freckles and old acne marks; which - amplified by his thick lips - made me cringe.

If you take one more step closer to her, I am going to push you away. I said in my mind.

“Thank you,” Meera said calmly. “Shopping – yeah, something like that!”

She took a step back in the pretence of bringing me between them.

“This…umm…Mr Desai this is Krish, my husband.” She introduced. “And Krish, this is Susheel Desai.”

“Yeah, I know about Krish.” Desai threw a casual look at me before turning back at Meera but I had mouthed his reply. “Susheel Desai? Have you told me about him?”

Desai's looked turned to me. This time he gave me a thorough look.

I swiftly forwarded my right arm.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr Desai...”

Meera grabbed my left arm as we shook hands. “I have told you about him. You must have forgotten that, honey. Mr Desai is one of the most important of our clients.”

“Thank you for saying that, Meera.” Desai grinned. “Now tell me something about him too, apart from that he’s your husband.”

“Well, he’s the most important person in my life.” Meera stole a look at me as she spoke. “There’s nothing more valuable in my life than him. He means everything to me."

I felt she was delivering a message and I beamed with pride. Desai shook his head. “I can see that. The way you hold your husband makes me envious. How about we sit around for a coffee over there?”

He gestured to the nearby coffee hut.

“Thank you for inviting, Mr Desai. But we are already running late to be home. Someone’s waiting for us.” Meera said.

“Oh, that’s sad. You know - your wife is not just beautiful she’s also very good at her job. Every time I make a good deal there I invite her for a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I have never found success. She’s the goddess you can’t impress.”

I couldn’t help but enjoy his compliment to my wife.

“I can agree with that; she’s a goddess. I don’t know how hard it is to impress her. For me it was easy. Right, baby?”

“Stop flattering me, guys.” Meera blushed. “Let’s go, Krish. Bye, Desai.”

“See you.”

Desai waved his palm as Meera hurried me toward the exit. While walking away I had a feeling that Desai was staring at my wife's bum.

 

“He was eating you alive,” I told her when we reached the parking lot.

“Yeah? I didn’t notice.”

Meera flushed. I knew she meant the opposite.

That night Desai came back into our conversation.

“When you were talking to Desai,” Meera said, “I could see hatred on your face.”

“I have never come to peace with what he did to you,” I said. “He didn’t deserve to take you home. But I know he did it, let it be anyhow. That knowledge makes me hate him more and more.”

Meera arranged her pillow and lay on her back in the bed.

“I often rethink about my choice that day. Why did I agree to go with him? I never liked him. He was never a person I imagined myself to hang out with. But I was broken completely, and I perhaps wanted the worse to happen to me. I…”

“It’s okay. It’s purposeless to go back to those memories.” I said.

“Do you think I should resign and try for another job? He’s an important client for my firm, so I can’t avoid him completely.”

“Why we should adjust? And what is the guarantee he wouldn’t be a client of your future firm too?”

I asked.

“That’s true.”

“Don’t worry about him being there. I am happy with what he said today. You are the goddess no one can impress!”

Meera's face became gloomy.

“I am not that goddess. I have been seduced by many men in the past.”

I carefully put my arm over her and pulled her closer to me.

“Don’t be sorry about anything you’ve done in the past. We have talked about this. If you want to bring something from the past, do it for our pleasure.”

“Yeah, right. We shouldn’t be talking about Desai. Except that he was pathetic in bed. He was horrible.”

“Had he hurt you?”

“He…well…I’d like to say he disappointed me.”

I tried to laugh a little as if to make her comfortable. “Disappointed you?”

“He’s only what you see from outside. He didn’t know how to do it.”

“How did he do?”

Deep inside I wanted to know about it. It was as though I knew he was terrible, I still wanted the details. I wanted to hear what a loser Desai was. I thought it would make me feel better.

“Pathetic, like I told you. But…” Meera suddenly brought her hand to my crotch. “How do you explain this?” She laughed.

I then realised that I was hard, and I was embarrassed slightly. However, I played it down casually.

“This is what happens when you breathe into my face.”

Meera giggled.

“You sure of that? Not because of our discussion about Desai?”

“Common, I don’t need his help to have an erection, I can tell you that.”

“I don’t care even if you did,” her lips touched mine as she whispered. “I’m never gonna go back to that world.” She promised. Her hand had wormed inside my shorts and she slowly grabbed my shaft and pulled it out. She kissed me hard and then quietly moved downward. A moment later, I let out a gasp as the round head of my shaft was taken into confinement by the warmth of her mouth.

“Aaah…”

For a moment I thought of the thirsty look Desai had over her in the day. He would be dreaming of living this moment.

Meera's head had begun to move up and down and I felt more images of Desai flashing in the back of his memory. I felt content. I felt confident. “He was pathetic... Horrible... He disappointed me…” Meera's words had turned Desai a distant past that was not going to return.

I ran my fingers through her hair and held my breath, enjoying the warm sensation I was beginning to submit myself to. Meera's fingers were firmly wrapped around the base of my pole while she kept pushing the rest of it into her mouth. After a few minutes of ardent worship she climbed on top of me.

“Take me now…” she whispered as she guided my member between her legs. I felt the warmth of her hole as it dove deep into her, easily due to the slippery path, and Meera let out a small moan. I let her settle down for a moment and then lifted her top. She readily removed it over her head, along with the bra. My palms travelled upward through her smooth skin and caressed her breasts as she began to ride me slowly. It was great. I looked into her eyes and she smiled at me.

“Open your mouth…” she whispered. She could read my mind.

I nodded. “Come...”

She bent down and spat into my open mouth. I swallowed it like honey and held her close to keep kissing her long. She kept throwing her hip in the air and slamming down in a rhythm. We were perfectly in sync with our wants and skills. A few minutes later she moaned into my mouth and stopped, and I knew she was close to her orgasm. I held her waist with my both hands and moved my hip upward to fuck her faster, and she suppressed a cry into my mouth through heavy breathing.

“Oh…my Krish…oh my…”

Next moment I was off my peak and I was swimming through the sea of pleasure. I couldn’t think of anything as I filled her pussy with my sperm. When I was back into reality, I suddenly realised something.

“Are you safe, honey?”

I asked her as I lay next to her, panting.

“What, no.” Meera was still panting.

“I should have pulled out, shouldn’t I?”

“Krish…” Meera hugged me lovingly. “Don’t you think it’s time?”

“Not now, baby.” I kissed her on the forehead. “We need a little more time to settle down.”

I had a list to accomplish before we moved on to the parenthood. A piece of land at our hometown, a big house built on our land, a long vacation to the Kashmir.

“Just you and I in the heaven on earth,” I used to tell her. “There we will open a new chapter of our life.”

Meera smiled every time I said that.

 

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I was surprised to see Susheel Desai at my workplace. It had been a few weeks since I met him at the shopping mall. He was standing in my manager’s cabin like a boss and when he saw me through the glass, he immediately walked over to me.

“Hello, Krish! How are you? What a pleasant surprise!”

The overenthusiasm in his voice did not go unnoticed by me. I shook hands with him and responded politely while wondering what the hell he was doing at my workplace. It turned out that Desai's partner in business was one of the owners of the firm, with the largest share.

“I’ve been here a couple of times before. But I never in my mind had that you would be here.” Desai remarked and turned to my manager, Lalit. “This guy is very special to me. Bear that in your mind, alright?”

Lalit was watching the big guy. I could say in one look that my manager didn’t like Desai.

“I will keep that in mind. Krish is one of the best among our staff.” Lalit said.

I smiled inside as I knew I wasn’t. For the first time, I had a positive vibe being around Desai.

 

Desai's partner was on a long foreign tour and he had asked Desai to take care of things in his absence. The firm was too small for his supervision and already running smoothly and hence Desai had to do nothing. However, he made it a habit to visit the firm twice a week. And every time he visited, he made sure he met me. I was wary that Desai was trying to befriend me but I was enjoying how my proximity to Desai was disturbing my otherwise rude manager.

My intuition was right. Two weeks later, Desai invited me for a drink. I was going to turn him down. Just a second before I began to apologise and refuse, I saw the cringing face of Lalit behind Desai.

“Okay, sure,” I said quickly.

 

An hour later I found me sitting in a rich and cosy place, willingly sipping a drink with a man I hated even to think about. At the back of my mind, I always had a feeling that Desai was making all possible efforts to reach out to Meera.

After boasting about his business and lifestyle for half an hour, Desai expectedly came to the subject.

“You know what I told you the other day? Your wife is a goddess one can’t impress. I’ve been asking her out for a coffee since – God only knows how long. I would have liked it if she learnt it from you to say yes.”

“Those who would say yes would do so without much thinking, Mr Desai. Maybe she’s not comfortable hanging out with others.”

I said.

“Maybe?” Desai took out a small pack of desi tobacco from his jacket. It was a bizarre sight for an affluent man to smoke a cheap beedi. Desai carefully pulled out one piece from the pack and lit it. “You’re not sure about your wife’s choice here, my friend. A coffee is harmless and she’s been very friendly to me otherwise.” He went on.

“What is in a coffee?” Krish asked.

“I like Meera. She’s the best client manager I’ve ever seen. That should be appreciated. I often wonder whether I should offer her some cash. But I am scared it would offend her.”

“Cash?”

“I don’t know about you. It’s not good, I know. But I am like I should do something for her, for you, in return to what I have received from her. Krish, whenever you need any help, in any way, I want you to remember me.”

 

Meera was amused when I told her how desperate Desai was to get close to him.

“He offered you money? Do you know what it is for?”

“Maybe for that night.” I teased her. “He didn’t tell me the amount, though.”

“You scoundrel!” Meera hit me in the stomach. “How can you be so dirty?”

I laughed.

“Next time when he offered you money, just tell him to fuck off.”

Meera said.

 

Next day Meera said Desai had visited her office.

“He was all praise for you. He even said you like him.”

“Moron!” I said bitterly. “He wants me to persuade you to hang out with him. And I like him?”

 

Desai's attempts to get the green light from either me or Meera failed every single time. He was begging for an opportunity.

“Are you afraid of me, Krish? I am a harmless person. I look heavy-built, but inside I’m very soft and humble. Meera knows that.”

“Then why she’s not saying yes to you?”

“She must be scared of you.”

“I have an advice for you, Desai; stop thinking about her. She’s my wife.”

“Don’t say that, Krish. I don’t deserve this insult. I’ve never been nice like this to anyone.”

I could see he was becoming frustrated.

“Who’s asking you to be nice? Be you. We respect that,” I said. “By the way, you just said you are a harmless person who’s very soft and humble. Keep it that way.”

“Can you imagine how many times I’ve asked her? Literally every single time that I visited her office. I have asked her personally, through emails, SMS and WhatsApp…I don’t know what else. I feel like an idiot. Why, why so hatred, Krish? I want to know.”

“You forget who you are talking to, Desai. I am her husband.” I looked straight into his eyes. “Why don’t you leave her alone?”

“If I could leave her alone like that, I would have done it already.”

“What do you mean?”

My voice rose a little. I forgot that we were sitting in a bar.

“I just meant friendship.”

Desai said and carefully placed his drink on the table.

“What type of friendship do you want with my wife? In what medium she should say no to you?”

“I am ready to adapt to any medium to get a yes from her. You make a wish, I make it possible for you. ”

I stared at him for a long moment.

“Are you trying to buy me, mister?”

“You know that I can.”

Desai's arrogance infuriated me.

“Then you should know that I can tell you to fuck off.”

“Krish!” Desai raised his voice. “Know your place.”

“Know my place?” I seethed in anger. “I know my place. I know your place. And I know you too.”

Desai stared at me for a moment and smirked.

“You know me.” He shook his head and laughed aloud. “You know me. What a joke!”

I watched him laugh. “That’s right, I know you very well, dammit. Stop dreaming of my wife. You’ll never get her.”

“I have already had her, you fool.” He said with a sense of pride.

“I know that too, you bastard!”

I exploded. I was ready to jump on the big guy and throw that punch I had been dreaming of landing on his puffy nose.

“You know that too? Wow!” Desai threw his arms in the air and clapped. The loud noise turned a few heads around us as he went on. “I knew that you know about it. You prick!”

I was stunned.

Desai leaned forward and shook his head dramatically, “let me tell you something she wouldn’t have told you. Do you know what I like most about your sweet wife? It’s what she smells like. That night when I took her to my place she didn’t want me to waste a moment. She was ready to give me anything. So I undressed her. Completely; and I went down and down and down. I was literally on the floor and she was…damn I am still hard when I think about it. That smell of her juicy cunt was so intoxicating to inhale that whenever I look at her it comes back to me.”

 

I couldn’t hold it anymore. In the blink of an eye, I threw my drink on his face and flew across the table to land on his body. I hit him hard on the face but I missed as we both rolled onto the sofa.

“You bastard!” I yelled. “I’m gonna break your face!”

Desai tried to push me away.

“Fuck!”

 

The scuffle did not last longer than a few seconds as the securities pulled us beyond each other’s reach.

Desai wiped his wet face.

“I have already fucked your wife, Krish. And believe me; she was damn thirsty for my dick. Take my word for it; she was a whore.”

I fought the men holding me.

“Just give me a second,” I shouted. “I want to slit that bastard’s throat!”

The men were strong enough to restrict me. The distance between my fist and Desai's face was widening.

“Once a whore…,” Desai grunted like a wounded animal. “…is a whore forever.”

 

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