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

[krish_999]

Chapter – Seven

 
I had decided I would never talk to Desai again. I ignored his phone calls for the rest of that day. But it did not stop him from coming to me, the next day.
He told me it wasn't nice to leave in the middle of a conversation.
“I wasn’t enjoying the conversation,” I said. “You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying.”
Desai took me to his cabin. It was locked since he wasn’t visiting for many days. We waited outside as a staff came and opened the room.
My inner self was reeling in disgust that I was again talking to this moron. I found it difficult to keep a calm face to my colleagues around me. I was not in a mood to smile.
“I can tell you where you got it wrong, Krish.” Desai gestured me to sit as we walked inside the room. “Your friend has no problem to let his wife have some fun with her boss. He understands that I only need fun, momentary fun. I never want to destroy someone else’s marital life. I am a businessman. I like to be the boss. No one in this world has suffered for showing a little gratitude to my services. I provide. I improve the lives of those people who lent me room to dominate a little. I am a giver, Krish. I am not a taker. I realise this more than anyone else, and that’s the reason behind my confidence. When I thought of befriending Meera, I never meant to become a reason to spoil her marital life. It would remain the same. Like Sam and Ananya's. Ananya still doesn’t know that her husband knows. If you can tolerate a little shame of that sort, then we’ll see our friendship going a lot forward, buddy. You’ll never regret it.”
He was coming back to Meera. He was spoiling my day.
“My wife just hates you, Desai,” I said, my eyes fixed on his face. “You have to understand that.”
“Ananya too hated me, if I have to believe you.”
 “She still does.” I mocked a smile. “She’s just scared to show it.”
Desai smiled. “You have to see it once to believe the truth. She loves what I give her in bed. She worships me.”
I was stunned by not only what he said but also his confidence to say it.
“I don’t know what you are saying. You are just flattering yourself.”
“You should ask your wife to be honest. Don’t hurt her. She loves you. But it did not stop her from enjoying when I was giving her a different kind of pleasure. You must be compelled to hate me more but I recommend you too should learn to enjoy this kind of pleasure. Have you ever been with any women other than Meera?”
I just stared at him.
He went on. “I think you should try it once. I can help you. Do you like Ananya? She’s a gorgeous woman I know you’ll like her. Just imagine having sex with her. In my place, in my bed, she’ll be naked and you’ll be pushing your dick deep into her body, making her cry. She would love it. She likes you, I know that. You too would love it.”
I couldn’t decide whether I should be angry or laughing at him.
“Desai… look…”
“Don’t be hasty to reply…” he interrupted me. “I know you love your wife. There’s no doubt in that. But you are also a man. The pleasure of mating with a young woman like Ananya in secrecy can be anyone’s fantasy. I won’t believe if you have never thought fondly about her. It is natural. We love gulab jamun but it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy rasagulla. Think about it and then tell me. I can convince Ananya. She likes you.”
I forced a laugh.
“Desai, you are trying to tempt me, I can understand that. But how come you don’t think it would scare me more because you are selling Ananya out for your benefits? It just makes it obvious that you will be doing the same with Meera once you had her.”
“No,” Desai replied quickly and casually as if he was ready with the answer already. “Meera is a gift. Nothing in this world comes in exchange for her. You can understand it from my persistence. I just want to live those moments again, Krish. Those moments… I want to look into her eyes once again while pushing my thing deep into her body. Krish, I promise I won’t hurt her. I promise you.”
I wanted to fly across his desk and punch him.
Desai went on as if he read my mind. “I know you would be even thinking of attacking me like in the bar earlier. But I wish you understand why I am doing this… You know, in the nights I still have memories of her. I remember the night I spent with her and it devastates me. It's like getting the taste of a delicious meal but not able to finish it. She's the most beautiful women I have ever slept with and I'm disappointed that I could not satisfy her that night. I feel worthless after that. I want to prove that I can do it. I want her to remember me and become wet by that thought. Please allow me to do that, for just once, Krish. You tell me the cost. I know I would only offend you if I offered you money. You can tell me what you want from me.”
“Your words are becoming unbearably dirty, Desai. I don’t know when I will be losing control over me again.”
I grunted.
Desai shook his head. “Think over it, Krish. You can go now.”
 
That night I could not stop overthinking about the things he was boasting of. More than what he did to Meera and Ananya, I hated him for being proud of it. I tried to find solace in his confession that he could not satisfy Meera completely.
One thing was becoming clear. The threat was never going to end.
 
A day later Lalit came to me.
“Your friendship with big boss saved your ass this time, Krish. Next time it might not happen. Understand?” he grunted.
I nodded.
I did not call Desai to thank him. I knew it was safer to stay away from him.
 
 *****       *****       *****
 
A few days later we went to watch a film with Tejas. Our plan initially did not include him. But he came along when he learnt about our plan. In the hall, he sat on my left and fought with Meera for her popcorn after finishing his and mine.

While returning he followed us to market. If I remember it was two weeks before Diwali, and the streets were heavily congested. We parked the car at paid parking and boarded the city bus to reach the market. After two hours of shopping and bargaining with loud street vendors, we returned. During the return trip by the city bus, there was a small incident. The bus was overcrowded and passengers were sandwiched between seats and aisles. The bus moved at snail’s speed due to heavy traffic and more passengers were being boarded. I was standing next to Tejas and he was right behind Meera. As we were pushed to make space for more passengers, I moved forward and Tejas allowed me to stand behind Meera. As the bus went over a speed bump, I couldn’t help but notice the softness of her ass onto which I was jamming myself due to the pressure from behind. In a matter of seconds, I was carrying a boner in my pants. Normally I would have been embarrassed or at least scared of being caught trying to take advantage of the situation, but the reality that it was my wife’s ass which I was rubbing my dick into was giving me the courage. It was unexpected, and I was simply impressed by the kinky idea of doing this stuff with my wife while being surrounded by pubic. I adjusted my body to place my bulge exactly between her ass crack, over the kurta of course and immersed myself in the imaginary pleasure of stuffing it inside her. I immediately decided that the first thing I would do when I reach home would be making that fantasy come true. I would just carry her to our bed and rip her clothes. It had been long since we had anal sex before that.
As the bus went over another speed bump, I skilfully managed to bring my right arm down to her hip and held her. I had forgotten that we were on a moving bus and that my friend was standing behind me. I slowly grabbed the softness of her belly from the sides and pushed my body further into her. Meera turned and looked into my eyes like she was surprised at my act.
“What are you doing, Krish?”
I didn’t believe she did not know what I was doing. I winked at her and moved my palm upward to touch her breasts. She looked straight forward now as if granting me a silent approval. I slowly caressed the softness with one hand and then slowly brought another hand too, to grab her from both sides. I was taking complete advantage of the situation. 
The bus took a sudden brake and the whole passengers suffered a light jolt, and during this, my eyes accidentally fell at a man sitting on the seat right to me. The man – a thirty-year-old – was smiling at me. I knew he was watching me in action, and I smiled at him. He nodded at me as if asking me to continue.
It was the kinkiest thing I had done for a long time. I was again grabbing my wife’s boobs and grinding my dick behind her ass while this stranger was watching me in action, while I knew he was thinking of Meera as a woman who’s playful enough to let a stranger take advantage of the overcrowded situation in the bus. I knew the man would be jealous of me, and it aroused me further. I thought I would ejaculate in my pants any time soon.
However, the trip ended before that and we had to get down.
We dropped Tejas at his place and hurried home. I was the one hurrying. The moment we entered our apartment, I took Meera in my arms and began kissing her.
She touched between my legs straightaway and hissed.
“Mmm… still strong…”
She mumbled and I smiled.
Before felling her into the bed I took off her kurta and kissed around her neck.
“You were sexy baby…I wanted to have you right there…”
I whispered and undid my pants.
She lay in bed and took off her pants. I helped her throw it aside and jumped in between her legs.
“Oh really, then why did you stop?” She asked playfully.
“People were watching…”
I said and kissed her.
She darted her tongue into my mouth, allowing my suck on it first, and then we were sucking each other’s lips madly.
“So what? Huh?” She asked while panting as we broke the kiss.
I was enticed by her tease.
“Yeah,” I pulled her panty along her thighs by lifting her legs and kissed under her knees. “I shouldn’t have stopped, I know baby.”
Meera smiled at me and removed her bra to present her body in its complete glory. I couldn’t blink. “Oh my god, you are so beautiful, baby.”
“Come,” she extended her arms to me.
I lowered my body between her legs, and I guided my dick into her hole straightaway.
“Aaah…mmm…” Meera let out a moan.
“I wanted to do this while we were on the bus…” I whispered before I started moving my body.
“Mmm…I know what was in your mind, pervert.” She giggled.
“Pervert… you would have loved it too, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
“Mmm…it would be hot. Yea..”
I was increasing my pace. Her arms formed a circle around me and her legs locked me in another while I kept ramming hard into her. In my mind, I was back in the bus and I imagined me lifting her kurti and hurrying to pull out my dick. A man’s hand appeared as if to help me and I saw him pulling Meera's pants for me. Meera bent forward a little and I pushed my dick into her. I was thanking the stranger in my mind while plunging my dick deep into her. As I remembered how envious the man on the bus was, I felt my dick throbbing inside Meera and I increased my pace even more. I felt like cumming in a few minutes and I groaned.
“Meera… my baby…aaah….”
We were panting together as I collapsed on to her. I rolled to the side as I pulled out and she grabbed my face to kiss me.
“When are we boarding that bus again?” she asked as we both came to our normal breathing, and we smiled.
“Very soon,” I said.
 
Next morning I told her about the man in the seat who saw my grabbing her. She was laughing.
Then she said. “You know, before you, Tejas was standing behind me. And I think he was also getting uncomfortable because he was rubbing his body against me. At once I looked at him over my shoulder and asked what he was doing. He was embarrassed and he said my body smells great.”
I was stunned.
“What did you say then?”
“I told him don’t be stupid.”
“And?”
“He said it was beyond his control. But he was making efforts to avoid it because he wasn’t as hard as you were, I can tell you that from experience,” Meera laughed.
I knew why he wasn’t ‘as hard as’ I was, but I was saddened by the truth. Ironically, the fact that he didn’t ‘impress’ my wife with his size earned more of my attention than the fact that he did get to enjoy the feeling of her body. I felt Meera's response would have hurt him.
“You didn’t need to be harsh to him, baby. He was stuck in there.”
“He was okay, Krish. I saw him. He was okay.” Meera assured me.
 
Later one thing came to my mind. I was thinking Meera hadn’t seen me before she gave me that surprised look, asking me ‘What are you doing, Krish?’. But Meera was already aware of Tejas rubbing his dick behind her ass. What she possibly did not know was when I took Tejas’ position.
This idea gave me the possibility that Meera would have mistaken me as Tejas, for a few minutes at least, while letting herself being gratified by the kinky experience.
It was not a nice idea to believe. I was not disturbed by my friend taking advantage of my wife. It was rather about me and my wife taking advantage of being comfortable with a kinky situation like that.
I did not want to go back in time and repeat the same old mistakes. But my reservations lasted until there was an opportunity.
 
A few days later we visited a local temple. Meera wore a cream saree and simple make up. She still looked stunning and I commented that she was going to test other men’s devotion at the temple.
“It’s not my fault,” she retorted.
While returning I suggested we pay a visit to an apartment Tejas had mentioned me a day before. Meera asked me to call him. Tejas joined us an hour later. The apartment was spacious and located in a posh area. But it came with a price.
“It’s too costly, Krish. We can’t afford it,” Meera whispered in my ears.
It was beginning to drizzle and we hurried to get back in our car.
“I think we should stop looking for an apartment for us and start looking for one for Tejas,” I told Meera while driving.
Meera looked at me puzzled. “Why?”
“Because I am going to take his apartment. That’s the only option left.”
“I will go to Nagpur. Don’t worry about me.” Tejas explained about his married sister who was settled in Nagpur.
“Then I want to see his apartment,” Meera said.
“Yeah, why not?” I was ready and turned to Tejas to see his reaction. “How about now?”
Tejas looked puzzled.
“Not now.” He said. “It’s not clean. I will tell you once I clean it. Otherwise, Meera would not like it.”
I smiled. I knew he didn’t want Meera to see the posters on his bedroom wall.
 
We stopped for snacks as per Tejas’ suggestion.  The drizzling had stopped and the place was crowded. It was a fifty metre long street with several food stalls. 
“Let's have it all.” He said while looking at the long line of food stalls.
“All? Are you so starving?” Meera asked.
His idea was different and fun. We took a walk first till the farthest end of the street, surveying the available choices.
“Let's start from the momos,” Tejas said. We agreed. However, he ordered only two plates.
“We have a lot of dishes to taste, and only one belly to fill,” he said.
We shared the momos between us. After momos, we had samosa chaat, kheema pav, pani puri, vada pav, dhokla, Mava Jalebi, kulcha, and mango ice cream until our stomach was full despite sharing the plate between us. We were having kheema pav when the drizzling returned. And in a matter of seconds, it became heavy and there was panic among the public. Everyone ran and took shelter under whatever shades available. Meera had her kheema plate in the right hand and while grabbing onto a wooden pole of a stall with left. The vendors were trying to calm the visitors down saying the rain would go away soon. I noticed a small tarpaulin sheet hanging above Meera's head. The accumulated water drops were flowing through it, and Meera too noticed it just in time. She grabbed its lowest edge and held it high and farthest as possible. The wind was making it worse for her as it simply began displacing the front pleats of her saree. The unpleated pallu got wrinkled and became narrow, exposing her blouse and waist.
I was stuck under another tarpaulin sheet a few metres from her, and instead of rushing to help her, I was rather enjoying the sight of her flawless belly and stunningly perfect shape of what she was hiding inside that blouse. I forgot to breathe for a moment, to be honest. I wanted to run to her and rub my face into the soft skin of her waist and beyond. It was something I could do any time any day, but thinking of it when it was impossible simply made me desire for it.
Next moment I realised I was staring at my wife’s body like a pervert and forced myself to look away. That's when I realised Meera had become the sole attraction of many men around me. Everyone’s eyes were simply measuring her waist and breasts as quick as possible, and I knew everyone was stunned by the visual treat they were receiving.
When Meera looked at me I pretended I wasn’t aware of her situation. I don’t know whether I was saving her from the embarrassment or I was giving the voyeur men a little more time. It ended only when the rain stopped suddenly as if by remote control.
Everything was normal then, except that I was carrying a bulge inside my pants. It stayed for long in my head. Even when we reached home I wasn’t able to forget the sight.
There was no need to forget it.
“You were too hot there, Meera,” I grabbed Meera and held her close to my body and ran my fingers up her arms, our noses rubbing against each other.
“Ah-ha!” Meera laughed, “Oh you saw it? You dirty husband; you were pretentious as if you saw nothing.”
“I saw nothing, trust me,” I said. “But I want to.”
I bent down and kissed over her belly. Meera giggled.  I pressed her non-existent love handles and moved my lips to her navel.
“Mmm…” I licked around it. “Men were going crazy over this. At least a dozen of them would have dreamt of doing this to you.”
“You are a pervert.” Meera laughed and pushed me away. “I had noticed you then and there.”
“Don’t you love me?” I asked.
“Of course I love you. Come.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.
“Take off your pants,” she said and climbed onto the bed. My shirt and pants flew in the air in a matter of seconds and l was lying on my back, naked, in the bed very soon. Meera did not take off her saree but took off its front pleats to expose her blouse and waist to me. She knelt beside me and grabbed my pole as soon as I undid my boxer.
“You are ready,” she whispered.
“Yes. I am ready for my baby.”
Meera lifted her saree to her thigh and removed her panty and then climbed over me. She knew how to please me. She knew my needs more than me. I moaned and submitted to the unrivalled sense of pleasure as she guided my dick into her warm pussy with complete control over the proceedings. I watched her eyes coming to close as her body welcomed me, and it thrilled me that I was making her do it. Once I was in, she did not look at me before she started riding me. I ran my palms over her stomach, trying to have a feel of the flawlessness she possessed there. After a while, she undid a few hooks of her blouse and smiled at me. She was a goddess.
“I love you,” She whispered again.
“I love you too,” I said and gestured her to come closer. She bent forward to kiss me. I hugged her tight and bite her lips before opening my mouth. She knew that I was thirsty. A moment later, she was spitting into my mouth and I was swallowing it with greed.
“Move it, Krish,” she whispered into my mouth. I began moving my hip upward and began to fuck her, while she moved hers downward. She moaned and licked all over my face.
“You are my dirty husband. I love you,” she was mouthing words I loved to hear.
“Oh, my baby… aaah…”
I groaned.
“Aaah…ahhh…aah…aah…aaah..”
As our pace and breathing united to become one, there came a moment I could not hold it anymore. I groaned and stopped, and let it all flow out and fill her.
It was awesome.
When we finished she was breathing faster than me.
“Are you happy now, baby?” she asked.
“I am not done for the day.”
“Ah-ha!” Meera turned to me and cuddled on my side. “What are you planning to do?”
“I want to eat you. And I am thirsty too.”
Meera planted a cute kiss on my cheek.
“That’s a lovely promise. I will feed you myself, tonight.”
She said.
 
Three families from our neighbourhood vacated their apartments that week. Many families had already shifted. I met Tejas and his house owner to have a final agreement over my shifting. Tejas was ready to move out immediately. He had spoken to his sister in Nagpur and he only needed to pack his household items.
 
Saturday I went to help him despite him repeatedly saying it was not needed.
"We can help each other," I said.
When I reached his place, I met his neighbour couple Pawan and Sheetal. They both were carrying vegetables in polythene bags. Tejas introduced me to them as their new neighbour. Pawan welcomed me and Sheetal smiled along.
They were from MP. Pawan wore a trimmed beard and spectacles and looked my age. Sheetal looked older and maturer than Meera. She wore a churidar with shawl spread over her breasts and looked a bit tired though beautiful. She had a round face and chubby cheeks, and with a thick spot of vermillion, she sported the perfect vibes of a housewife.
Pawan asked about my profession while Sheetal asked when I was going to move in with family.
Assuming them to have been married for long, I asked about children. There was a pang of discomfort in their response.
"Not yet," Pawan said after a momentary pause. "We have no children yet."
I smiled at them both. "Same here too bro; we haven't decided when."
I hoped it would make them feel better.
 
When they walked the stairs and we followed them, I couldn't help but notice the shape of Sheetal's back. She was chubby and her curves were mostly flat from the front, but from behind she looked impressive. I looked away before my eyes made me uncomfortable.
Tejas later told me the couple were undergoing treatment for infertility.
 
I helped Tejas for packing his household items. It was raining outside and so we ordered lunch online.
"Weather is becoming alcoholic," I joked.
"Yeah, true. We shouldn't defy mother nature," Tejas said and took out beer bottles from the refrigerator. We sat in the hall facing the rain through the balcony door and chatted.
I mentioned he wasn't willing to show the apartment to Meera on the previous week.
"You were scared that she would see the actresses' posters, weren't you?" I asked.
Tejas didn't deny. "I didn't want to come across as a sex maniac to her."
"But you have removed the posters already."
“I thought you would bring Meera along to see the house.”
I smiled. “So you will have to sleep without their company for a few days, won’t you?”
Tejas shook his head, “Yeah, a few nights of rest for my dream girls.”
 I was in the mood I guess, I chose to stick to the subject.
“But you are a master of masturbation. You can still fantasise about your neighbours, teachers and your aunt, right?”
Tejas smiled sheepishly and opened another bottle for him.
“You too have had that sort of fun, haven’t you? I won’t believe it if you told me you fantasised only about your friend’s wife. There must be others too,” He said.
“Yeah,” I paused a moment to choose a face from my memory. “There was a woman whom I used to think – I mean, fantasise – a lot. She was the wife of Meera's old boss. He was killed in an accident before Meera quit the job in that firm. His wife – she was much older than me – she used to be very naughty in my fantasies. After her, there’s this woman I loved to fantasise – she was Meera's next boss’ sister-in-law whom I had befriended when she visited Pune last year. She was beautiful and young like Meera.”
“Like Meera? I wouldn’t believe it. Don’t compare her with other women please, no offence.” Tejas said.
I tilted my head. “I can see you have become a fan of my wife. Do you fantasise about her?”
Tejas' eyes widened and his shy smile told me he did not expect me to be asking about it.
“What should I say?” He scratched his head. “I have never lied to you before this.”
I snapped, “You pervert! I should have known this.”
“I am sorry, I am sorry Krish. I didn’t mean to insult you or your family.”
He was nervous. I was enjoying it.
“Oh my…” I leaned back in my seat and glared at him as if to judge him. “Tell me. What have you fantasized about my wife?”
“Nothing. I am sorry Krish. Don’t be hurt.”
He was seriously apologising. I let it go. “Don’t be serious, dude. I am not hurt. I know my wife is beautiful. I am aware that other men are dreaming of her.”
Tejas looked at me in disbelief.
“Are you okay with that? Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I am actually wanna hear what you fantasised about her. I’ve never got the opportunity to ask anyone.”
Tejas got up and dramatically knelt in front of me, both his hands up. “You are my master, Krish. You are beyond my belief. I never thought men like you – the ones with whom you can discuss anything without hurting his sentimental ego and still being confident under your skin – do exist in our country. Blessings to that lady in the counter who helped us meet. I wish I had known you since long ago.”
I leaned forward and pushed him away, slightly.
“Stop bragging and tell me the details.”
Tejas got up and sat on the sofa.
“I still don’t dare to tell you. I still don’t believe you wouldn’t hit me with that beer bottle in your hand when I tell you the details.”
“Come on,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Don’t be a coward; I won’t do anything to you. I am looking forward to know what you fantasise about Meera. It’s strange but I'm curious.” I was certain that I wanted to hear more from him.
Tejas sighed, “I can tell you only one thing now. Your wife is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in real life. I have only respect for her in real life. But when I am not looking at her I like to imagine that I am looking at her because it is such a pleasant sight.”
“Only looking at her?” I smirked.
“You called me a pervert a few minutes ago. But you are more perverted than me.”
“I have a fair idea of what you have done there, boy! Have some guts to confess.” I dared him.
“Okay, after this.” He took a long sip from the beer and wiped his lips. “Well, I was impressed by Meera's beauty from the day I came to lunch at your house. After our movie day and the market shopping, there was no way I could erase her from my mind. Positively, don’t take it wrong. I have no plan to create a problem in your life…”
“I know that. Go on,” I assured.
“Then, last week - when we stopped for snacks after visiting the apartment. You know what happened when it rained. Everyone ran for shelter and Meera was standing under a thin plastic sheet. I was just watching from the other side. Her saree was displaced as she tried to hold the plastic sheet above her head. I could see her belly completely. And her…you know…her blouse and boobies’ shape - I could not stop staring at her, I could not - I swear. I envied you that moment and I felt proud too for becoming a friend of you and her. Because I can talk to her. Deep in my heart, I wanted to hold my arms around her but in real life, I was so happy that I can get a smile from her if I smiled at her. Her smile will be enough to make other men jealous of me, I am sure.”
I was enjoying how he was worshipping my wife’s beauty with compliments.
“After that experience, I could not stop my hardness. And in the night I apologised to you and I…uh... I fantasised a lot.”
I felt my hardness growing. My body was turning warm.
“What exactly was your fantasy?”
“Mmm…I don’t know how you’ll take it. The other day on the bus, I accidentally had gotten the opportunity to stand behind her. The crowd was pushing me toward her, I was helpless. That’s when I had touched her for the first time – I mean my body, not with hands. It was accidental. My body was rubbing against her. I was scared like shit that I would offend her. I felt I was taking advantage of the situation and I felt ashamed. The biggest irony was that I live with this size issue and still here I was regretting of it getting bigger. It was not my fault for I was stuck in there, and somehow, luckily I moved back. In my fantasy, well, she would play along. She would let me touch her and hug her, kiss her neck from behind, and then caress her boobs. I would then push my hand inside her pants and touch between her legs. But I still haven’t touched inside her panty in my fantasy.”
“Why?”
“I finish before that. And I love to fall asleep after finishing.”
I was enjoying how my hardness was struggling inside my pants, though I wasn’t conscious about it. I decided to give Tejas a hard time.
“Later that evening Meera had told me that your rod was poking behind her.” I revealed.
Tejas was stunned, “Oh shit. She told you that?”
“And you were rubbing your body behind her.”
“Oh my god! I did not mean anything to do to her, I swear. It was the crowd that…” he was panicking.
“It’s okay. She told me you were embarrassed when she asked what you were doing.”
“She’s right. I was going to have a heart attack. But I managed to say I had no control over it.”
“But you have had a feeling of her ass, haven’t you?”
“Did she tell you that?” Tejas grinned in disbelief. “I don’t know if I will be able to face her again. Did she tell you that?”
“No. I had taken your position when you moved back. And I had a feeling of her ass right away.”
“Oh, you lucky!” He quipped. “I mean, you can do that any time you want, right?”
“Yeah, but it was some kinda kinky fun to do it in public. I enjoyed it.”
“And she wouldn’t have complained. How far you did go?”
“I did what you just told me about your fantasy. I had my arms around her, and I caressed around her waist and even touched her boobs. More than that, rubbing my rod behind her ass was so much fun.” I went on with a sense of pride. Tejas swallowed.
“How often do you make love to her?” he asked.
I laughed.
“Don’t overthink about my wife, gentleman. Concentrate on finding a new woman.”
Tejas smiled shyly.
“I am not looking for physical fun. I am waiting for technology advancement.”
“That’s okay. But you can still have fun, using your tongue and fingers.” I said boldly.
“Yeah, I’ve read stuff like that. But we are Indians we don’t do much like that. Haven’t you seen Indian porn? Men here hardly use their fingers and tongue.”
“Forget porn. It’s very tasty and fun to do in real.”
“But I don’t get why it’s so fun. The ultimate fun is in ejaculation, isn’t it?”
“Watching your woman getting her climax is equally satisfying, dude. If you always concentrate on making yourself cum, then it’s going to be boring. That’s the biggest fault with masturbation. You told me masturbation is more satisfying than real sex. Masturbation satisfies only one person but sex is for two persons. So sex is complete only when both the partners get to have fun. Your tongue and fingers will help you with that.”
“You seem to have mastered that art. Do you do such stuff with Meera?”
“I told you, don’t overthink about her.”
“I am sorry, but I am very curious. Please tell me.”
I smiled. “Meera likes it, yes.”
Tejas’ eyes widened. He rubbed both his palms over his face.
“O my god. She looks so angelic and I can’t imagine how she would look when you do such things to her.”
“Don’t imagine so much about her,” I warned again, smiling.
“I am so sorry. I won’t do it,” Tejas said quickly.
 
That night when I went to bed I kept wondering if Tejas would have begun fantasising about eating my wife’s pussy. The thought turned me on beyond my expectations. When Meera joined me in bed I imagined me enacting Tejas's role in his dream and I went down on her. Meera moaned as I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy. As I took her closer to her climactic pleasure, she begged me to fuck her. But I ignored her pleads and went on with my tongue assault till she screamed out of pleasure. I later sat on my knees between her spread legs and stroked myself to ejaculate on her belly. Meera jokingly accused me of being a stranger creature. It was fun.
 
On the eve of Diwali, several families who had recently moved out came back to celebrate with us. It was quite an emotional gathering for us all because we knew that it could be our last Diwali celebration together. Meera wore a new sleeveless kurti and looked beautiful as ever. The moment I saw her I wanted to hug her and kiss her, but she moved away, sensing danger.
“I was just going to wish you Diwali darling,” I said.
“Ha-ha.” Meera pushed me away. “I know you. Do it when we are outside.”
But I quickly grabbed her and managed to kiss her on the lips before she could resist further. “I love you,” I said.
“Love you too, smart boy,” Meera smiled, before checking her lips in the mirror.
 
I had invited Tejas too. He came with a box of firecrackers. He was surprised to see Meera in a kurti.
“You should be wearing saree, ma'am” he said.
“Saree is for tomorrow,” Meera said. “Don’t I look good in kurti?”
“You don’t look good,” Tejas said quickly. “You look stunning. We don’t need to light diyas tonight. Seriously.”
Meera blushed. “You better save these lines for girls out there.”
 
Tejas became part of our family as we burst firecrackers outside and celebrated with others. When the guests went back, we returned to our house.
Meera noticed Tejas was getting phone calls every ten minutes.
“It seems someone’s missing you very much.”
“They are my friends, ma'am," Tejas said.
Pratima aunt’s daughter Anamika had a video call with him and I and Meera sat with Tejas to wish her Diwali greetings. I got up after the call, and Meera remained seated with him and teased him further, saying Anamika never called us ever before.
“People think I am special, it’s my quality,” Tejas said.
“I know your quality.” Meera pushed him away jovially. “Stop fooling around Pratima aunty.”
“Krish sir, please tell your ma'am not to cook up stories about bachelors.”
However, I sided with Meera to make fun of him. It was fun.
 
As Meera posed with Tejas for selfies, I saw the sides of her breasts rubbing against his chest. I wondered if Tejas was aware of it. However, he was busy in cracking jokes.
Meera went to the kitchen and brought bowls of sweets. As she served them into our plates I noticed her breasts exposed through the low neckline of her kurti. I caught Tejas too looking at it, and when Meera went to the kitchen I turned to him.
“Are you taking advantage of my wife’s innocence?”
There was panic in his eyes. “I… I stared too long, didn’t I? I am sorry. I…”
“Remember,” I warned him. “She’s not an angel always. Beware of that.”
 
Tejas left after dinner. He asked me to forward him the photos I had on my phone. They had him posing with Meera and me. I forwarded them and then sent a message ‘sweet dreams buddy’. Tejas sent a heart symbol in reply.
“I’ve received a hundred messages tonight, but you wishing me sweet dreams tops them all.” His message read.
I messaged him not to derive too much meaning of my message.
I later surfed through the pictures I had sent and noticed how beautiful Meera looked. Her cleavage was visible in most of them, apart from the shape of her body. I knew Tejas would be staring at her for long, imagining wild things. I doubted if I made I mistake by sending him those images. Then I discarded the thought.
A moment later my phone buzzed.
‘Sorry for staring at your wife.’ His message read.
‘It’s okay. Keep the phone down and stop thinking about her.’ I replied.
‘I have huge respect for her. And even more for you.’
‘For what.'
‘You guys are made for each other. She was bold to tell you about the bus incident. And you weren’t offended because you knew I was stuck there. You guys talk so openly to each other. If I ever met a woman like her, I would happily marry her.’
I remembered his plan to evade marriage to avoid further embarrassment.
‘Are you changing your mind? So quickly?’ I teased him.
‘I want to tell the woman about me before committing to her. But only if I find someone like Meera.’
His reply brought a smile on my face.
 
That night I felt lucky when I held Meera in my arms and made love to her. As we brought each other to the climactic moments of pleasure, I promised myself that I was not going to lose her again.
It was a promise that made me feel confident and content.
 
But the thing was that I had made a lot of promises in the past too. And I had a history of breaking them.
 

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