28-07-2021, 07:01 AM
Sorry for the delay guys. I'm travelling and I don't have access to my PC. I have written the chapter but I'm not finished with editing. I'm a bit disappointed about it. Nevertheless I'm posting the chapter here because I won't be able to edit it until I get back to my PC. I will edit the chapter later. Forgive the typos please.
The next morning there was heavy rain. I spent morning hours in bed cuddling Meera; adoring her soft cheeks, caressing her arms, running my fingers through her hair strands, and chatting.
Meera told me about her wish to go on a day trip to somewhere; having the breakfast in a roadside Daaba and lunch in a resort.
Her work pressure had been noticeably down to a level of manageable. It was the first time she was mentioning about recreation in a long time. Otherwise it was always me who initiated plans like day trip.
I said I was glad that she finally found peace at work.
“No, I haven’t found peace.” She said. “It’s just that I am learning how to cope with this. I can’t live in a pressure cooker forever.”
“That’s still something to positive to talk about.” Her struggle with Ashish had only escalated with time.
“I can’t remember smiling at him, even once since the first day. Last week he shared a joke during a meeting and I deliberately maintained a blank face.” Meera said and laughed. “The joke was actually funny. I laughed when I left the conference hall.”
I smiled. “I can see you hate him so much.”
“He tops my list of hated people.” “Even above Desai?”
“Desai doesn't get into your head. But this man doesn't let you settle down even when you're alone, far from him.”
I looked into her eyes when she said that. She was being herself.
“I just don’t understand one thing – how can a man torment a woman so beautiful like you for no reason. Does he just hate beauty? Is he a psycho?”
Meera smiled.
“Are you angry about my boss?”
“Yeah. I want to meet him once.”
“What will you say when you meet him?” “I’ll have to think about it.”
I said.
I had made up my mind to tell Ashish that Meera was my wife. I phoned him later that day. Ashish was at the airport. I could hear the flight announcement in the background. He was there to receive his family arriving from abroad. He asked me if I know of any good drivers who can commit for two weeks program. He was planning for a vacation with family.
I quickly changed my mind about telling him about Meera.
“Leave it to me, Ashish. I will arrange it.” I promised.
I was happy to help him as I knew a driver who would fit his requirement. I phoned my friend immediately and he agreed to meet Ashish next day.
The next day Ashish phoned me and thanked me.
It turned out Meera and her colleagues had no idea about Ashish's family arriving from abroad. Meera's knowledge about Ashish being a divorcee hadn’t changed. I felt Ashish was really a mysterious person at work.
At one point Meera mentioned Ashish's broad forehead that would soon turn into baldness. I laughed, because in my opinion he had a straight forehead that was just normal.
It was a point when Meera's hatred toward her boss became a matter of amusement to me.
I loved to add into this. I once told Ashish was a handsome guy in my opinion.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know that? Have you seen him?”
“Yeah,” I said with confidence. “I have seen him in a party.”
“No, it’s not possible.” Meera said. “There is no way Ashish could be in that party.”
“Why not?”
“Because, he’s very bad in socialising with the public. Even if he’s not, he’s very hesitant. He’s got only work in his head.” Meera said. I didn’t try to correct her. But I brought up another idea to annoy her. “I think he’s attracted to you but you are way out of his reach; and that’s making him hate you.”
Meera laughed.
“No, he hated me because he hates all women in general. He has no family. He lives his life without women.”
I was left to wonder why Ashish was not revealing his marital status at workplace.
Does he too have some dark fantasies?
Meera was invited for a colleague's wedding anniversary on Saturday. She said she wouldn't go because her colleague had invited Ashish too and and he had supposedly agreed to come.
"I don't like to smile at him." Meera said scornfully.
"Then don't go." I said.
One day Meera came home she was particularly gloomy.
“The company is planning to cut costs. They are axing jobs.”
She said.
“Is your job at risk?”
I asked. I knew how much this job meant to her.
“It shouldn’t be. But what worries me is that it’s Ashish who’s preparing the evaluations.”
She was scared that Ashish's hatred toward women automatically puts her in the list, irrespective of her performance.
However, I was confident of influencing Ashish. And I did not share Meera's opinion about him. If he was so misogynistic then he wouldn’t have helped Ananya.
“Just have confidence in you, baby. You are not expendable. I know that.” I patted Meera on the shoulder.
“If I was the boss, I would axe him first.” Meera blurted.
Meera remained lost in thoughts for the rest of the evening.
When we went to sleep I asked her if she was thinking about how to remove her boss from his post.
“No,” Meera said. “But I’d love to see him go.”
I turned to her and put my arm around her.
“You said he’s man without social life. If he loses his job too, it will be the end of story for him.” I said.
“So what? He deserves some pain.”
Meera said.
“You want to see him in pain?”
“I don’t want to see him in pain. I am not a sadist. But I will enjoy when he gets some pain.”
“Would you like to torture him, if you had a chance?”
Meera looked at me amused.
“What are you suggesting?”
I smiled. “Tell me, do you want to torture your boss?”
“How?”
I noticed the glow of her eyes.
“I don’t know. What do you think will be a torture to him?”
“I don’t know about him that much.”
“Okay,” I smiled and moved closer to her. “Imagine I am your boss. This is his bed. Now we know the last thing he wants to see here is you.”
Meera was smiling already.
“You are playing with my situation.”
“But I can see you are smiling. And you look gorgeous when you smile.”
“You don’t look like him. He can’t tell me those words. He’s a complete ass hole.”
“I am giving you a chance to torture a man who hates you. Don’t you have any idea how to do it?”
I asked again. Meera pushed me back and kept her left foot over my legs.
“I have a lot of ideas. I know even a touch like this will annoy him.”
“Is that all you got?"
"But you don't look like him."
"Call me Ashish, Meera." I added weight to my voice. "And tell me, have you finished the report I asked you an hour ago?"
"An hour ago?" Meera's smile vanished. "What do you think of me? A machine or something?"
"We all are machines. That's why we are getting paid."
"But an hour is not enough to finish a report, you idiot."
Now I was sure she was enjoying it.
"You can't call me that."
"I will. Idiot." Meera placed her palm across my face. I pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me. I don't like being touched by woman like you?"
"What do you mean by woman like me, huh?"
She placed her palm again across my face. This time it quickly moved forward and rested behind my ear. My subtle attempt to push her away was failed.
"You women think you can get everything because you are beautiful?"
Meera pushed be back further and lay on top of me. I felt her breath on my face. I was becoming aroused.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, don't you?"
"Get off me, Meera. I am your boss."
"Not now. Here I am your boss." Meera held my face and grinned.
"I will fire you."
"I don't care what you do, mister." Meera pinched my cheeks with both hands. As her torso completely rested on my chest, her breasts got squeezed between our body. The white softy melons popped out of her neck line, and I pretended to be nervous to look at it. I did it so obvious that Meera noticed it right away.
"What, do you have a problem with my breasts too?"
She patted across my face.
"Don't slap me. I am your boss, Meera."
"This isn't a slap, yet." Meera patted me on the cheeks again. "And you are not my boss. I am your boss here. Do you understand?"
"No, you are not my boss. A woman can't be my boss, Meera."
"How dare you to speak like that to me. Call me madam, not Meera."
"No." I refused and shook my head. "Get off me."
"Not until I make you realise who the boss is. Take off your shirt."
"No. No. I am not taking it off."
But Meera quickly got up and pulled my shirt to remove it. She sat on my waist and removed her top too, to reveal her bra-clad figure. I struggled to pretend uninterested.
"Oh my god. Don't do this. I don't want to do this. Please let me go." I tried to shake her off me. Meera fell on my chest again.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, right? What about being kissed?"
"No...No..."
My vocal resistance was ignored by Meera as her lips seized mine. I still tried to shake my body in refusal.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you kissed me." I said nervously as she freed my lips. I wiped my lips right away. "Your saliva is on my lips."
Meera smiled at me.
"You are overacting, mister."
"No, I don't like the taste of someone's saliva. Don't kiss me like that."
Meera looked at me with a meaningful smirk. "Oh really?"
Next thing I knew was her thumb and forefinger pressing either sides of my mouth to open it.
"Open your mouth, mister. Open your mouth, Ashish."
She was again at her best playing the bossy role. I opened my mouth.
"Now drink this."
She said and spit into my mouth. I swallowed it.
"No. Please leave me."
She pressed her fingers and passed the saliva again into my mouth.
"Who's the boss, tell me now."
"You are."
I offered my surrender.
"Call me madam."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, then." Meera laughed and kissed me. The kiss this time was a longer, deeper one. When it ended, she was gasping.
"Let's stop it and do some serious stuff now." She blurted.
I too shared the same opinion and I quickly changed positions. Our clothes disappeared in a few seconds. As I got between her legs, Meera grabbed my dick and guided it into her.
"She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. I can never forget the feeling of her fingers around my dick though briefly until she guided it into her. "
Desai's voice echoed in my head. I froze a moment.
"Move it, baby."
Meera's voice was soft but it nevertheless gave away her impatience to feel my dick in her wet pussy. I pushed and Meera let out a gasp.
"Mmm...." She threw her arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me. I thrusted hard, trying not to think about Desai. But the more I tried, the more difficult it became. Meera's moans got only lauder with each push. I lowered my face behind her ear.
"Do you want it harder, Meera?" I whispered.
"Yeah, harder. Yes..." Meera blurted.
I closed my eyes to imagine myself as Ashish. It was my last attempt to distract me from the memory of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper. Meera's arms became tighter and looser again tighter around my body as I manipulated my pace. Eventually Meera cried in pleasure. I pulled out next moment and jerked out my creamy juice on her throbbing belly.
"Oh you remembered," Meera laughed. "I had forgotten it out of pleasure, baby."
"You enjoyed it, right?"
I asked as I fell next to her, panting heavily.
"Yeah," She smiled at me with love in her eyes.
"Finally a reason to thank your boss, right?"
Meera pushed me away.
"You are such a dirty husband."
"Don't you love this dirty husband, baby?"
She readily kissed me. "I do love this dirty husband."
And she expressed her love to my roleplay in the following night too, when I went up a step further by letting her tie my hands with a shawl. She undressed me completely and sat on my legs.
"You hate women, don't you, mister?" She asked as she began to jerk my hardness. "But your body says something else."
"Please don't do this. Leave me alone, ma'am."
"You need to love me. I'll make you love me, Ashish."
She said as she moved forward and guided my hardness into her hole. Her skirt was on and I couldn't see it, but I could sense how wet she was. She moved her waist back and forth to ride me slowly until she gifted herself a satisfying orgasm. She then brought her arms to work to make me cum too.
"Do you like our dirty game?" I asked as she untied me.
"Of course, I love it." She said with an adorable smile. "You always find a way to bring me back to the game. I have to thank you for that."
She thanked me again in morning for trying to help her get mentally on top of Ashish because it was working. I wasn't sure if I was helping her or exploiting her.
Thursday evening Desai phoned me. He was throwing a party on the success of a new business collaboration with a company.
"I am inviting only my close friends and families. Your names appears on the top side of the list. You must bring Meera too."
He said. This was an invitation I had been expecting since the day he reconciled me. I didn't know what to say.
"Desai..." I was thinking about an excuse.
"Don't say anything, Krish. You promised me we are good being friends." Desai interrupted me.
I had no choice but to agree with him.
But I was far from comfortable to take Meera on a dinner night to Desai. Meera's colleague's wedding anniversary came into my mind. It was on the same night.
"No, I don't want to go," Meera said when I asked her to go for the anniversary.
What's the use of me helping you torture him every night then?" I asked. "Don't be afraid of him."
I'm not afraid of him. I just...
She paused.
She later told me she would go.
When I showed up alone at Desai's party, I expected him to be disappointed. He wasn't. I chose to believe he was acting cool in front of me.
Meera's experience of Saturday night was bad. She was already home when I returned from Desai's party.
She said Ashish was there. He was being treated like a celebrity and she couldn't stand the sight.
I laughed.
You can't bear the sight of your boss getting more attention; so that's the issue.
Monday Meera phoned me.
Desai just phoned me. She said.
Desai was disappointed that none of her team members showed up for his grant party.
And he has invited us for the lunch today.
Don't go. He's just trying to befriend you.
I said readily.
Why?
Meera asked. I wondered why I needed to explain that to her.
He's trying to befriend you, baby. We can't trust him.
You are scared of him.
I don't like him.
Then why did you invite him for dinner the other night?
Meera, he gave me the promotion.
Yes, you have a valid reason. But why my reason isn't valid enough?
I couldn't believe that we were arguing over Desai. It was a first.
What's your reason?
He is already friends with us. I mean me, Anagha, and Nelson. He has invited the team, all of us three. And there is one more thing. Desai said he will come to pick us up from our office at noon. I want Ashish to see us all leaving with Desai, after he's given me an that lecture the other day.
Meera had made up her mind. There was no point in arguing. I tried to believe her decision was based on her confidence and fearlessness about Desai.
However, she was the same woman who tried to avoid facing Ashish in a party two days ago. My thoughts were again clouding my mind that her hatred towards Ashish was benefiting Desai.
I was also left wondering why Desai was adamant to throw this lunch with Meera's team. That they missed out his lunch party was a lame excuse.
If I had also been missed out, would he have invited me too? Are Meera, Anagha, and Nelson the only ones to have missed out?
Also, Desai was too big a professional figure to drive them from their workplace to the restaurant. He could have easily sent a cab for them.
The more I thought, the more I became convinced about Desai's intention. His only target is Meera.
As time ticked towards the noon, I began to feel the heat. I thought of how Desai could further trick Meera into fulfilling his ultimate dream. He could secretly drug her and under the pretense of helping, he could take her to his place. Or our place.
My throat became dry in a second as I thought about my apartment. I thought of Desai walking into my house with a semi conscious Meera. It would be a matter of seconds before he led her to our bedroom.
Our room. Our bed.
The thought dreaded me.
At noon I borrowed my friend's car and headed to Meera's office. I knew either Meera or Desai would easily recognise my car, so I didn't want to risk being caught. I stopped near the parking lot and I quickly recognised Desai's car. I was on time.
Ten minutes later I saw Desai walking out of the elevator. Behind him were my wife, her colleagues Anagha and Nelson. It was the first time I was seeing Anagha and Nelson. The former looked in her late thirties and the latter was younger than Meera.
Nelson was wearing a neckband headphone and I almost thought he was chatting on the phone.
Anagha wearing a kurti and jeans had a round figure, looking just short of being called overweight. Her face looked cute though.
Meera was gorgeous as usual, in her stylishly tucked in sleevless white shirt and black pants. Even though the shirt with collar did not show any skin around her neck, lack of sleeves exposed and enhanced her beautiful arms. The thin fabric also complemented the shapely breasts very well. Paired it with a matching trousers that stopped at the right spot to reveal her milky white ankles, she looked hot and a class apart from her colleague.
As they approached the car and paused for a brief chat, I thought they were discussing who would take which seat. I didn't want Meera take the front seat and sit next to Desai.
Nelson took the front seat though, much to my relief. I would quickly feel ashamed of myself for overthinking about such stuff.
I had seen much worse in the past, and I was actually a husband with liberal mindset, but I was still getting panic when Desai was involved.
I followed their car, smartly maintaining a safe distance. It started drizzling and it further eased the fear of getting caught. Desai drove the car to a restaurant located 5 miles to the north, and it roughly took twenty minutes to reach the place.
I stopped my car at the other side of the road and watched Desai parking his car at the restaurant's roofed parking lot.
I noticed Desai observing the surroundings, especially the other cars parked in the lot, before leading them into the restaurant. I wondered if he was looking for me. I felt glad that I didn't bring my own car. I was sure he wouldn't spot me inside a random car, especially because of the drizzling.
They disappeared into the posh restaurant very soon.
The drizzling was now obstructing my view and I had to operate wiper to get a clear view. After a long weight of forty-five minutes, I noticed Nelson outside the front gate. I become cautious when I saw none of others behind him. Nelson was this time clearly talking on the phone.
Meera and Anagha had stayed back with Desai in the restaurant. Forty-five minutes was too quick for a lunch to finish at that restaurant. I tried to calm down myself that nothing wrong was happening.
After a while, my phone buzzed.
Desai had sent me a photo. It had Meera's smiling face between Desai and Anagha.
The photo was followed by a text.
'This is all I need, my pal. I'm happy. I hope this doesn't upset you.'
He was trying to comfort me, I felt.
They were sitting on a large sofa. Part of their dining table was also seen in the photo.
But what I noticed first and kept zooming in later was Desai's palm sitting on Meera's shoulder. She was either ignorant of the touch or was too comfortable with him to notice the body contact. I couldn't make out either and my heartbeats began to rise.
I felt the itch to get out of the car and go in to the restaurant to see what they were doing. But it was day time, and I had no idea about the restaurant's insides. I could get caught the moment I walked in. I was sure Meera would notice me the moment I walked into the restaurant and I had no valid reason to be there in case she saw me, except from spying on her. My pride was not allowing me to admit what I was doing. So I kept my cool and remain seated in the car.
And what annoyed me the most in the middle of this was a growing bulge in my pants. I was ashamed and embarrassed of that I was getting an erection even when I was genuinely worried about my wife sitting next to Desai. I pressed my dick over the pants to hurt it and make limp, but it only helped me realise that my dick was craving for my touch.
I tried to divert my mind, but with me eyes fixed at the front gate of the restaurant in the hope of seeing my wife finally walking out after the lunch, I couldn't think of anything else. I imagined Anagha walking out of that gate, leaving Meera and Desai back in the restaurant.
What would Desai do if he manage to get Meera alone?
I was sure he wouldn't be a fool to try out his hard earned luck in a public place. But I was sure he would try to flirt with her and make her comfortable around him, even when there's no one else. He would convey indirectly that he wasn't any danger. I was sure that he was doing all this only to make her consider him like a harmless guy so that she would be comfortable walking into his apartment when the opportunity arrives.
Then all of a sudden I saw them walking out, bringing a halt to my thoughts. This time Meera sat in the front seat of the car. It clearly showed how comfortable she had become with Desai. I reckoned it would be just a matter of time before she agreed to have lunch and dinner with him. It was evident that she was turned on by the memories of what Desai had done to her. It would me a matter of time before she began getting turned on by his touch. It would be a matter of time before she started craving for more.
The thought itself was devastating. I felt my life was heading towards the same path I had walked before.
"You will never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life." I remembered Meera's words. Even though she had delivered those words to me out of anger, I felt it was going be true.
Meera's equation with Ashish at work was worsening. One day she reached home and threw her bag on the floor.
"I'm going to quit, Krish!" She said. "He has prepared the list. I know I'm on the list."
"But why do you need to quit?"
I asked.
"Today we had a heated moment again. I gave him a mouthful. He walked away, stunned."
I sat with her and tried to comfort her.
Meera then revealed how she ended up having coffee with Desai later in the day.
"I'm sorry, baby. I was disturbed and I couldn't continue in my desk." Meera said. "Desai showed up and he saw I was upset. I too felt I needed a break."
"How did you go there, to the cafe?"
I asked.
"In his car," Meera looked at me. "I know you'd want me to be cautious. In sorry, Krish. I just wanted to breathe easy. I thought he already knew that I was upset and he wouldn't try to piss me off further. He didn't do it say anything, but he asked me if I keep you informed about such coffee and lunch always. I asked him why he was asking that and he said he wanted to take me to lunch at his place. And he said it could be kept a secret if I wanted to."
He is making his move. I heard my own voice in my head.
"What did you say?"
"What would I say? I'm not stupid to fall into his bullshit again. I told him there's no need to keep anything from my husband and I'm not doing anything that needs to be kept from my husband."
I felt glad about her response.
"You said it right. I was expecting him to come up with innovative ideas like this. What did he say?"
"He backtracked, saying he didn't mean anything. He just wanted me to feel better. He says he'll always be there."
"I want you to be cautious around Desai, because I always feel a bad vibe around him. He's just..." I paused and tried to smile. "Forget it. Now you're home. So relax. I'll make you a tea if you want."
Meera hugged me and thanked me for my support.
That evening she didn't go for evening walk. Sheetal too cancelled her rountine when she learnt about it. She sat with me and we chatted for a while. Meera sat with us, watching us talk. Later she told me Sheetal was particularly shier around me than anyone else.
That night Meera told me she didn't need to be excessively angry with Ashish.
"It's possible that he doesn't like Desai visit our office too often. He maybe thinking that I'm the reason for that. I don't know. But he is the boss, he can have his thought process can't he?"
Meera asked me. I was making the bed. When I was done, I turned to her and smiled.
"I know exactly what is wrong with Ashish."
Meera became curious.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Meera threw a pregnant look.
"I can smell where you're heading, honey."
She was blushing. I took her in my arms.
"Is this how you behave with your boss? Do you address your boss honey?"
I added weight to my voice.
"Ashish doesn't have such a strong voice. He has rather a soft one."
"I'm glad you at least have something positive about me."
"No. I hate everything about you, Ashish."
She pushed me away and I fell on the bed. The play was on. She quickly climbed on top of me and grabbed me by neck.
"Mr. Boss, you are not allowed to move. Here I'm the boss, do you understand?"
"You can do anything, but don't take my clothes off."
"Really," She laughed and did exactly the opposite. In a minute I was lying in my underwear. Meera ran her fingers over my hardness.
"I thought you hate women. What happened now?"
She had a grin on her face and it was absolutely cute. I wanted to grab her and kiss her right away. But I went on with the roleplay.
"I'm naturally like this." I said.
"Liar. Bloody liar!" She bent down to my face and straightaway licked across my lips. I almost opened my mouth in anticipation of a kiss but her tongue went across it, only making my lips wet with her saliva.
"You have a liking for my taste, don't you?"
Meera patted on my cheeks with a teasing smile.
"What taste?"
"Open your mouth." She demanded.
"No." I said.
However, I gladly opened my mouth as soon as Meera pressed her thumb and index finger at either sides of me mouth. Meera looked into my eyes and then spat into my mouth.
"Hold it," she said after one spit. "Don't swallow it now." She gathered another load of saliva in her mouth and spat again.
"Now," she took her fingers off me and I swallowed.
"Do you like the taste now?"
"Why are you torturing me like this? I don't like to taste anything."
"I know you don't enjoy a lot of things I do, Ashish. But now I'm going to do it until you change your mind."
Meera said and pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra-clad body. She quickly undid her bra to release her melons. Her nipples were halfway to being hard.
"Would you like to taste my milk?"
"No," I shook my head sideways without taking my eyes of them. Meera bent down again and next moment I had her breasts being pushed onto my face. The feeling of her softness made my dick twitch.
"Just taste it, Ashish. Don't pretend you don't want to." Meera grabbed my hair with one hand and with other hand she pushed her one breast into my mouth. I faked hesitation for a moment though, but then I was thirstily sucking them one by one.
"Do you like my taste, mister?"
"Mmm..."
I moaned.
"Then open your mouth again."
She demanded. I opened my mouth and she fed me another load of her sweet saliva. She looked into my eyes as a swallowed.
"You hate my tongue don't you, Ashish? You don't want me to speak up. Now you'll know what I can do with my tongue."
She said and licked all over my face. Her tongue swirled over my lips, leaving me gasping. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, only to be pushed away by Meera.
"How dare you to touch me?"
Her voice was soft though.
"I'm sorry, madam."
I said quickly.
"No, you are not sorry. You deserve more torture for this." Her hand reached down and wormed inside my underwear and grabbed me throbbing pole.
"You know Ashish, the only part of you that respect me is this. It's the evidence that you desire me deep in your heart. You like me, don't you?"
Her warm fingers began to move inside my underwear, giving me a handjob. Being forced to spend inside the confinement until then, it was soon in a pool of pleasure. I didn't want her to stop.
"You always find a reason to berate my work. But you do secretly dream dirty things about me, don't you? Dirty things that you haven't even thought of doing with your ex-wife..."
"Yes..."
I moaned and pulled her back to me and kissed her hard. Meera tried to move away but i didn't let her. I sucked her lips hard and my hands quickly found way to her breasts.
I pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her. Next I pulled down her lower pants in a hurry.
Meera was smiling now.
I quickly shed my underwear and got between her legs.
"You know what, Meera. You're right. Every word you said. I desire you. I dream about you and I dream about this."
I said and pushed my dick into her. She moaned.
I bent down to latch onto her mouth with my lips and began to thrust my dick inside her.
I was throbbing inside her. She was very much wet but my dick still felt tight inside her.
"You know what I hate about you, Meera?"
I asked, pausing for a moment. Meera looked at me. "I hate that you are married and you belong to someone else."
Meera's eyes grew wide. I pushed again and her eyes fluttered. It was a sight to behold. Her cheeks reddened.
"You are my most brilliant staff, and the most beautiful among them all. I fear becoming servant of your beauty and your personality, and that's the reason I try to make me believe I don't like your. You know, I actually love you from the deepest of my heart. But I'm so afraid to confess you that. I can't tell you that, can I?"
I kept giving her the words as if they were those she was longing for, and I kept thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her.
When I kissed her, I found her return kiss a lot softer than earlier. She let her tongue wander into my mouth and dance with mine. And she was welcoming me like a lover. She had come out of the roleplay. I was lifted to another world and as I prepared myself to experience an inner burst, she let out a scream. I moved with frantic pace and I shot my load inside her.
"Oh my baby, you're awesome."
I panted. I had become Krish and she had become my Meera. She kissed me.
"I love you, my love."
She mumbled through the heavy breathing.
It was one of the most vibrant sex I had since Desai had rattled my sex life a week ago.
In the morning Meera told me I was awesome in bed. And she told me one more thing.
"When you were talking like that, you know I wished for a moment they were all true."
I wondered if she meant only the praise I had given to her on behalf of her boss or my words of his secret affection towards her.
I wondered if she was longing for a man's love and respect.
Deep inside I felt she was even longing for a man's sweat too. It was not because I had her imagine in bed with her boss. It was not because I knew she was turned on by Desai. It was not because she looked like she was up for new adventure.
It was based on an intuition that I had experienced many times in the past. It told me that my wife was going to cheat on me very soon.
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Chapter- Seventeen
The next morning there was heavy rain. I spent morning hours in bed cuddling Meera; adoring her soft cheeks, caressing her arms, running my fingers through her hair strands, and chatting.
Meera told me about her wish to go on a day trip to somewhere; having the breakfast in a roadside Daaba and lunch in a resort.
Her work pressure had been noticeably down to a level of manageable. It was the first time she was mentioning about recreation in a long time. Otherwise it was always me who initiated plans like day trip.
I said I was glad that she finally found peace at work.
“No, I haven’t found peace.” She said. “It’s just that I am learning how to cope with this. I can’t live in a pressure cooker forever.”
“That’s still something to positive to talk about.” Her struggle with Ashish had only escalated with time.
“I can’t remember smiling at him, even once since the first day. Last week he shared a joke during a meeting and I deliberately maintained a blank face.” Meera said and laughed. “The joke was actually funny. I laughed when I left the conference hall.”
I smiled. “I can see you hate him so much.”
“He tops my list of hated people.” “Even above Desai?”
“Desai doesn't get into your head. But this man doesn't let you settle down even when you're alone, far from him.”
I looked into her eyes when she said that. She was being herself.
“I just don’t understand one thing – how can a man torment a woman so beautiful like you for no reason. Does he just hate beauty? Is he a psycho?”
Meera smiled.
“Are you angry about my boss?”
“Yeah. I want to meet him once.”
“What will you say when you meet him?” “I’ll have to think about it.”
I said.
I had made up my mind to tell Ashish that Meera was my wife. I phoned him later that day. Ashish was at the airport. I could hear the flight announcement in the background. He was there to receive his family arriving from abroad. He asked me if I know of any good drivers who can commit for two weeks program. He was planning for a vacation with family.
I quickly changed my mind about telling him about Meera.
“Leave it to me, Ashish. I will arrange it.” I promised.
I was happy to help him as I knew a driver who would fit his requirement. I phoned my friend immediately and he agreed to meet Ashish next day.
The next day Ashish phoned me and thanked me.
It turned out Meera and her colleagues had no idea about Ashish's family arriving from abroad. Meera's knowledge about Ashish being a divorcee hadn’t changed. I felt Ashish was really a mysterious person at work.
At one point Meera mentioned Ashish's broad forehead that would soon turn into baldness. I laughed, because in my opinion he had a straight forehead that was just normal.
It was a point when Meera's hatred toward her boss became a matter of amusement to me.
I loved to add into this. I once told Ashish was a handsome guy in my opinion.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know that? Have you seen him?”
“Yeah,” I said with confidence. “I have seen him in a party.”
“No, it’s not possible.” Meera said. “There is no way Ashish could be in that party.”
“Why not?”
“Because, he’s very bad in socialising with the public. Even if he’s not, he’s very hesitant. He’s got only work in his head.” Meera said. I didn’t try to correct her. But I brought up another idea to annoy her. “I think he’s attracted to you but you are way out of his reach; and that’s making him hate you.”
Meera laughed.
“No, he hated me because he hates all women in general. He has no family. He lives his life without women.”
I was left to wonder why Ashish was not revealing his marital status at workplace.
Does he too have some dark fantasies?
Meera was invited for a colleague's wedding anniversary on Saturday. She said she wouldn't go because her colleague had invited Ashish too and and he had supposedly agreed to come.
"I don't like to smile at him." Meera said scornfully.
"Then don't go." I said.
One day Meera came home she was particularly gloomy.
“The company is planning to cut costs. They are axing jobs.”
She said.
“Is your job at risk?”
I asked. I knew how much this job meant to her.
“It shouldn’t be. But what worries me is that it’s Ashish who’s preparing the evaluations.”
She was scared that Ashish's hatred toward women automatically puts her in the list, irrespective of her performance.
However, I was confident of influencing Ashish. And I did not share Meera's opinion about him. If he was so misogynistic then he wouldn’t have helped Ananya.
“Just have confidence in you, baby. You are not expendable. I know that.” I patted Meera on the shoulder.
“If I was the boss, I would axe him first.” Meera blurted.
Meera remained lost in thoughts for the rest of the evening.
When we went to sleep I asked her if she was thinking about how to remove her boss from his post.
“No,” Meera said. “But I’d love to see him go.”
I turned to her and put my arm around her.
“You said he’s man without social life. If he loses his job too, it will be the end of story for him.” I said.
“So what? He deserves some pain.”
Meera said.
“You want to see him in pain?”
“I don’t want to see him in pain. I am not a sadist. But I will enjoy when he gets some pain.”
“Would you like to torture him, if you had a chance?”
Meera looked at me amused.
“What are you suggesting?”
I smiled. “Tell me, do you want to torture your boss?”
“How?”
I noticed the glow of her eyes.
“I don’t know. What do you think will be a torture to him?”
“I don’t know about him that much.”
“Okay,” I smiled and moved closer to her. “Imagine I am your boss. This is his bed. Now we know the last thing he wants to see here is you.”
Meera was smiling already.
“You are playing with my situation.”
“But I can see you are smiling. And you look gorgeous when you smile.”
“You don’t look like him. He can’t tell me those words. He’s a complete ass hole.”
“I am giving you a chance to torture a man who hates you. Don’t you have any idea how to do it?”
I asked again. Meera pushed me back and kept her left foot over my legs.
“I have a lot of ideas. I know even a touch like this will annoy him.”
“Is that all you got?"
"But you don't look like him."
"Call me Ashish, Meera." I added weight to my voice. "And tell me, have you finished the report I asked you an hour ago?"
"An hour ago?" Meera's smile vanished. "What do you think of me? A machine or something?"
"We all are machines. That's why we are getting paid."
"But an hour is not enough to finish a report, you idiot."
Now I was sure she was enjoying it.
"You can't call me that."
"I will. Idiot." Meera placed her palm across my face. I pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me. I don't like being touched by woman like you?"
"What do you mean by woman like me, huh?"
She placed her palm again across my face. This time it quickly moved forward and rested behind my ear. My subtle attempt to push her away was failed.
"You women think you can get everything because you are beautiful?"
Meera pushed be back further and lay on top of me. I felt her breath on my face. I was becoming aroused.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, don't you?"
"Get off me, Meera. I am your boss."
"Not now. Here I am your boss." Meera held my face and grinned.
"I will fire you."
"I don't care what you do, mister." Meera pinched my cheeks with both hands. As her torso completely rested on my chest, her breasts got squeezed between our body. The white softy melons popped out of her neck line, and I pretended to be nervous to look at it. I did it so obvious that Meera noticed it right away.
"What, do you have a problem with my breasts too?"
She patted across my face.
"Don't slap me. I am your boss, Meera."
"This isn't a slap, yet." Meera patted me on the cheeks again. "And you are not my boss. I am your boss here. Do you understand?"
"No, you are not my boss. A woman can't be my boss, Meera."
"How dare you to speak like that to me. Call me madam, not Meera."
"No." I refused and shook my head. "Get off me."
"Not until I make you realise who the boss is. Take off your shirt."
"No. No. I am not taking it off."
But Meera quickly got up and pulled my shirt to remove it. She sat on my waist and removed her top too, to reveal her bra-clad figure. I struggled to pretend uninterested.
"Oh my god. Don't do this. I don't want to do this. Please let me go." I tried to shake her off me. Meera fell on my chest again.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, right? What about being kissed?"
"No...No..."
My vocal resistance was ignored by Meera as her lips seized mine. I still tried to shake my body in refusal.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you kissed me." I said nervously as she freed my lips. I wiped my lips right away. "Your saliva is on my lips."
Meera smiled at me.
"You are overacting, mister."
"No, I don't like the taste of someone's saliva. Don't kiss me like that."
Meera looked at me with a meaningful smirk. "Oh really?"
Next thing I knew was her thumb and forefinger pressing either sides of my mouth to open it.
"Open your mouth, mister. Open your mouth, Ashish."
She was again at her best playing the bossy role. I opened my mouth.
"Now drink this."
She said and spit into my mouth. I swallowed it.
"No. Please leave me."
She pressed her fingers and passed the saliva again into my mouth.
"Who's the boss, tell me now."
"You are."
I offered my surrender.
"Call me madam."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, then." Meera laughed and kissed me. The kiss this time was a longer, deeper one. When it ended, she was gasping.
"Let's stop it and do some serious stuff now." She blurted.
I too shared the same opinion and I quickly changed positions. Our clothes disappeared in a few seconds. As I got between her legs, Meera grabbed my dick and guided it into her.
"She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. I can never forget the feeling of her fingers around my dick though briefly until she guided it into her. "
Desai's voice echoed in my head. I froze a moment.
"Move it, baby."
Meera's voice was soft but it nevertheless gave away her impatience to feel my dick in her wet pussy. I pushed and Meera let out a gasp.
"Mmm...." She threw her arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me. I thrusted hard, trying not to think about Desai. But the more I tried, the more difficult it became. Meera's moans got only lauder with each push. I lowered my face behind her ear.
"Do you want it harder, Meera?" I whispered.
"Yeah, harder. Yes..." Meera blurted.
I closed my eyes to imagine myself as Ashish. It was my last attempt to distract me from the memory of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper. Meera's arms became tighter and looser again tighter around my body as I manipulated my pace. Eventually Meera cried in pleasure. I pulled out next moment and jerked out my creamy juice on her throbbing belly.
"Oh you remembered," Meera laughed. "I had forgotten it out of pleasure, baby."
"You enjoyed it, right?"
I asked as I fell next to her, panting heavily.
"Yeah," She smiled at me with love in her eyes.
"Finally a reason to thank your boss, right?"
Meera pushed me away.
"You are such a dirty husband."
"Don't you love this dirty husband, baby?"
She readily kissed me. "I do love this dirty husband."
And she expressed her love to my roleplay in the following night too, when I went up a step further by letting her tie my hands with a shawl. She undressed me completely and sat on my legs.
"You hate women, don't you, mister?" She asked as she began to jerk my hardness. "But your body says something else."
"Please don't do this. Leave me alone, ma'am."
"You need to love me. I'll make you love me, Ashish."
She said as she moved forward and guided my hardness into her hole. Her skirt was on and I couldn't see it, but I could sense how wet she was. She moved her waist back and forth to ride me slowly until she gifted herself a satisfying orgasm. She then brought her arms to work to make me cum too.
"Do you like our dirty game?" I asked as she untied me.
"Of course, I love it." She said with an adorable smile. "You always find a way to bring me back to the game. I have to thank you for that."
She thanked me again in morning for trying to help her get mentally on top of Ashish because it was working. I wasn't sure if I was helping her or exploiting her.
Thursday evening Desai phoned me. He was throwing a party on the success of a new business collaboration with a company.
"I am inviting only my close friends and families. Your names appears on the top side of the list. You must bring Meera too."
He said. This was an invitation I had been expecting since the day he reconciled me. I didn't know what to say.
"Desai..." I was thinking about an excuse.
"Don't say anything, Krish. You promised me we are good being friends." Desai interrupted me.
I had no choice but to agree with him.
But I was far from comfortable to take Meera on a dinner night to Desai. Meera's colleague's wedding anniversary came into my mind. It was on the same night.
"No, I don't want to go," Meera said when I asked her to go for the anniversary.
What's the use of me helping you torture him every night then?" I asked. "Don't be afraid of him."
I'm not afraid of him. I just...
She paused.
She later told me she would go.
When I showed up alone at Desai's party, I expected him to be disappointed. He wasn't. I chose to believe he was acting cool in front of me.
Meera's experience of Saturday night was bad. She was already home when I returned from Desai's party.
She said Ashish was there. He was being treated like a celebrity and she couldn't stand the sight.
I laughed.
You can't bear the sight of your boss getting more attention; so that's the issue.
Monday Meera phoned me.
Desai just phoned me. She said.
Desai was disappointed that none of her team members showed up for his grant party.
And he has invited us for the lunch today.
Don't go. He's just trying to befriend you.
I said readily.
Why?
Meera asked. I wondered why I needed to explain that to her.
He's trying to befriend you, baby. We can't trust him.
You are scared of him.
I don't like him.
Then why did you invite him for dinner the other night?
Meera, he gave me the promotion.
Yes, you have a valid reason. But why my reason isn't valid enough?
I couldn't believe that we were arguing over Desai. It was a first.
What's your reason?
He is already friends with us. I mean me, Anagha, and Nelson. He has invited the team, all of us three. And there is one more thing. Desai said he will come to pick us up from our office at noon. I want Ashish to see us all leaving with Desai, after he's given me an that lecture the other day.
Meera had made up her mind. There was no point in arguing. I tried to believe her decision was based on her confidence and fearlessness about Desai.
However, she was the same woman who tried to avoid facing Ashish in a party two days ago. My thoughts were again clouding my mind that her hatred towards Ashish was benefiting Desai.
I was also left wondering why Desai was adamant to throw this lunch with Meera's team. That they missed out his lunch party was a lame excuse.
If I had also been missed out, would he have invited me too? Are Meera, Anagha, and Nelson the only ones to have missed out?
Also, Desai was too big a professional figure to drive them from their workplace to the restaurant. He could have easily sent a cab for them.
The more I thought, the more I became convinced about Desai's intention. His only target is Meera.
As time ticked towards the noon, I began to feel the heat. I thought of how Desai could further trick Meera into fulfilling his ultimate dream. He could secretly drug her and under the pretense of helping, he could take her to his place. Or our place.
My throat became dry in a second as I thought about my apartment. I thought of Desai walking into my house with a semi conscious Meera. It would be a matter of seconds before he led her to our bedroom.
Our room. Our bed.
The thought dreaded me.
At noon I borrowed my friend's car and headed to Meera's office. I knew either Meera or Desai would easily recognise my car, so I didn't want to risk being caught. I stopped near the parking lot and I quickly recognised Desai's car. I was on time.
Ten minutes later I saw Desai walking out of the elevator. Behind him were my wife, her colleagues Anagha and Nelson. It was the first time I was seeing Anagha and Nelson. The former looked in her late thirties and the latter was younger than Meera.
Nelson was wearing a neckband headphone and I almost thought he was chatting on the phone.
Anagha wearing a kurti and jeans had a round figure, looking just short of being called overweight. Her face looked cute though.
Meera was gorgeous as usual, in her stylishly tucked in sleevless white shirt and black pants. Even though the shirt with collar did not show any skin around her neck, lack of sleeves exposed and enhanced her beautiful arms. The thin fabric also complemented the shapely breasts very well. Paired it with a matching trousers that stopped at the right spot to reveal her milky white ankles, she looked hot and a class apart from her colleague.
As they approached the car and paused for a brief chat, I thought they were discussing who would take which seat. I didn't want Meera take the front seat and sit next to Desai.
Nelson took the front seat though, much to my relief. I would quickly feel ashamed of myself for overthinking about such stuff.
I had seen much worse in the past, and I was actually a husband with liberal mindset, but I was still getting panic when Desai was involved.
I followed their car, smartly maintaining a safe distance. It started drizzling and it further eased the fear of getting caught. Desai drove the car to a restaurant located 5 miles to the north, and it roughly took twenty minutes to reach the place.
I stopped my car at the other side of the road and watched Desai parking his car at the restaurant's roofed parking lot.
I noticed Desai observing the surroundings, especially the other cars parked in the lot, before leading them into the restaurant. I wondered if he was looking for me. I felt glad that I didn't bring my own car. I was sure he wouldn't spot me inside a random car, especially because of the drizzling.
They disappeared into the posh restaurant very soon.
The drizzling was now obstructing my view and I had to operate wiper to get a clear view. After a long weight of forty-five minutes, I noticed Nelson outside the front gate. I become cautious when I saw none of others behind him. Nelson was this time clearly talking on the phone.
Meera and Anagha had stayed back with Desai in the restaurant. Forty-five minutes was too quick for a lunch to finish at that restaurant. I tried to calm down myself that nothing wrong was happening.
After a while, my phone buzzed.
Desai had sent me a photo. It had Meera's smiling face between Desai and Anagha.
The photo was followed by a text.
'This is all I need, my pal. I'm happy. I hope this doesn't upset you.'
He was trying to comfort me, I felt.
They were sitting on a large sofa. Part of their dining table was also seen in the photo.
But what I noticed first and kept zooming in later was Desai's palm sitting on Meera's shoulder. She was either ignorant of the touch or was too comfortable with him to notice the body contact. I couldn't make out either and my heartbeats began to rise.
I felt the itch to get out of the car and go in to the restaurant to see what they were doing. But it was day time, and I had no idea about the restaurant's insides. I could get caught the moment I walked in. I was sure Meera would notice me the moment I walked into the restaurant and I had no valid reason to be there in case she saw me, except from spying on her. My pride was not allowing me to admit what I was doing. So I kept my cool and remain seated in the car.
And what annoyed me the most in the middle of this was a growing bulge in my pants. I was ashamed and embarrassed of that I was getting an erection even when I was genuinely worried about my wife sitting next to Desai. I pressed my dick over the pants to hurt it and make limp, but it only helped me realise that my dick was craving for my touch.
I tried to divert my mind, but with me eyes fixed at the front gate of the restaurant in the hope of seeing my wife finally walking out after the lunch, I couldn't think of anything else. I imagined Anagha walking out of that gate, leaving Meera and Desai back in the restaurant.
What would Desai do if he manage to get Meera alone?
I was sure he wouldn't be a fool to try out his hard earned luck in a public place. But I was sure he would try to flirt with her and make her comfortable around him, even when there's no one else. He would convey indirectly that he wasn't any danger. I was sure that he was doing all this only to make her consider him like a harmless guy so that she would be comfortable walking into his apartment when the opportunity arrives.
Then all of a sudden I saw them walking out, bringing a halt to my thoughts. This time Meera sat in the front seat of the car. It clearly showed how comfortable she had become with Desai. I reckoned it would be just a matter of time before she agreed to have lunch and dinner with him. It was evident that she was turned on by the memories of what Desai had done to her. It would me a matter of time before she began getting turned on by his touch. It would be a matter of time before she started craving for more.
The thought itself was devastating. I felt my life was heading towards the same path I had walked before.
"You will never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life." I remembered Meera's words. Even though she had delivered those words to me out of anger, I felt it was going be true.
Meera's equation with Ashish at work was worsening. One day she reached home and threw her bag on the floor.
"I'm going to quit, Krish!" She said. "He has prepared the list. I know I'm on the list."
"But why do you need to quit?"
I asked.
"Today we had a heated moment again. I gave him a mouthful. He walked away, stunned."
I sat with her and tried to comfort her.
Meera then revealed how she ended up having coffee with Desai later in the day.
"I'm sorry, baby. I was disturbed and I couldn't continue in my desk." Meera said. "Desai showed up and he saw I was upset. I too felt I needed a break."
"How did you go there, to the cafe?"
I asked.
"In his car," Meera looked at me. "I know you'd want me to be cautious. In sorry, Krish. I just wanted to breathe easy. I thought he already knew that I was upset and he wouldn't try to piss me off further. He didn't do it say anything, but he asked me if I keep you informed about such coffee and lunch always. I asked him why he was asking that and he said he wanted to take me to lunch at his place. And he said it could be kept a secret if I wanted to."
He is making his move. I heard my own voice in my head.
"What did you say?"
"What would I say? I'm not stupid to fall into his bullshit again. I told him there's no need to keep anything from my husband and I'm not doing anything that needs to be kept from my husband."
I felt glad about her response.
"You said it right. I was expecting him to come up with innovative ideas like this. What did he say?"
"He backtracked, saying he didn't mean anything. He just wanted me to feel better. He says he'll always be there."
"I want you to be cautious around Desai, because I always feel a bad vibe around him. He's just..." I paused and tried to smile. "Forget it. Now you're home. So relax. I'll make you a tea if you want."
Meera hugged me and thanked me for my support.
That evening she didn't go for evening walk. Sheetal too cancelled her rountine when she learnt about it. She sat with me and we chatted for a while. Meera sat with us, watching us talk. Later she told me Sheetal was particularly shier around me than anyone else.
That night Meera told me she didn't need to be excessively angry with Ashish.
"It's possible that he doesn't like Desai visit our office too often. He maybe thinking that I'm the reason for that. I don't know. But he is the boss, he can have his thought process can't he?"
Meera asked me. I was making the bed. When I was done, I turned to her and smiled.
"I know exactly what is wrong with Ashish."
Meera became curious.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Meera threw a pregnant look.
"I can smell where you're heading, honey."
She was blushing. I took her in my arms.
"Is this how you behave with your boss? Do you address your boss honey?"
I added weight to my voice.
"Ashish doesn't have such a strong voice. He has rather a soft one."
"I'm glad you at least have something positive about me."
"No. I hate everything about you, Ashish."
She pushed me away and I fell on the bed. The play was on. She quickly climbed on top of me and grabbed me by neck.
"Mr. Boss, you are not allowed to move. Here I'm the boss, do you understand?"
"You can do anything, but don't take my clothes off."
"Really," She laughed and did exactly the opposite. In a minute I was lying in my underwear. Meera ran her fingers over my hardness.
"I thought you hate women. What happened now?"
She had a grin on her face and it was absolutely cute. I wanted to grab her and kiss her right away. But I went on with the roleplay.
"I'm naturally like this." I said.
"Liar. Bloody liar!" She bent down to my face and straightaway licked across my lips. I almost opened my mouth in anticipation of a kiss but her tongue went across it, only making my lips wet with her saliva.
"You have a liking for my taste, don't you?"
Meera patted on my cheeks with a teasing smile.
"What taste?"
"Open your mouth." She demanded.
"No." I said.
However, I gladly opened my mouth as soon as Meera pressed her thumb and index finger at either sides of me mouth. Meera looked into my eyes and then spat into my mouth.
"Hold it," she said after one spit. "Don't swallow it now." She gathered another load of saliva in her mouth and spat again.
"Now," she took her fingers off me and I swallowed.
"Do you like the taste now?"
"Why are you torturing me like this? I don't like to taste anything."
"I know you don't enjoy a lot of things I do, Ashish. But now I'm going to do it until you change your mind."
Meera said and pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra-clad body. She quickly undid her bra to release her melons. Her nipples were halfway to being hard.
"Would you like to taste my milk?"
"No," I shook my head sideways without taking my eyes of them. Meera bent down again and next moment I had her breasts being pushed onto my face. The feeling of her softness made my dick twitch.
"Just taste it, Ashish. Don't pretend you don't want to." Meera grabbed my hair with one hand and with other hand she pushed her one breast into my mouth. I faked hesitation for a moment though, but then I was thirstily sucking them one by one.
"Do you like my taste, mister?"
"Mmm..."
I moaned.
"Then open your mouth again."
She demanded. I opened my mouth and she fed me another load of her sweet saliva. She looked into my eyes as a swallowed.
"You hate my tongue don't you, Ashish? You don't want me to speak up. Now you'll know what I can do with my tongue."
She said and licked all over my face. Her tongue swirled over my lips, leaving me gasping. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, only to be pushed away by Meera.
"How dare you to touch me?"
Her voice was soft though.
"I'm sorry, madam."
I said quickly.
"No, you are not sorry. You deserve more torture for this." Her hand reached down and wormed inside my underwear and grabbed me throbbing pole.
"You know Ashish, the only part of you that respect me is this. It's the evidence that you desire me deep in your heart. You like me, don't you?"
Her warm fingers began to move inside my underwear, giving me a handjob. Being forced to spend inside the confinement until then, it was soon in a pool of pleasure. I didn't want her to stop.
"You always find a reason to berate my work. But you do secretly dream dirty things about me, don't you? Dirty things that you haven't even thought of doing with your ex-wife..."
"Yes..."
I moaned and pulled her back to me and kissed her hard. Meera tried to move away but i didn't let her. I sucked her lips hard and my hands quickly found way to her breasts.
I pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her. Next I pulled down her lower pants in a hurry.
Meera was smiling now.
I quickly shed my underwear and got between her legs.
"You know what, Meera. You're right. Every word you said. I desire you. I dream about you and I dream about this."
I said and pushed my dick into her. She moaned.
I bent down to latch onto her mouth with my lips and began to thrust my dick inside her.
I was throbbing inside her. She was very much wet but my dick still felt tight inside her.
"You know what I hate about you, Meera?"
I asked, pausing for a moment. Meera looked at me. "I hate that you are married and you belong to someone else."
Meera's eyes grew wide. I pushed again and her eyes fluttered. It was a sight to behold. Her cheeks reddened.
"You are my most brilliant staff, and the most beautiful among them all. I fear becoming servant of your beauty and your personality, and that's the reason I try to make me believe I don't like your. You know, I actually love you from the deepest of my heart. But I'm so afraid to confess you that. I can't tell you that, can I?"
I kept giving her the words as if they were those she was longing for, and I kept thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her.
When I kissed her, I found her return kiss a lot softer than earlier. She let her tongue wander into my mouth and dance with mine. And she was welcoming me like a lover. She had come out of the roleplay. I was lifted to another world and as I prepared myself to experience an inner burst, she let out a scream. I moved with frantic pace and I shot my load inside her.
"Oh my baby, you're awesome."
I panted. I had become Krish and she had become my Meera. She kissed me.
"I love you, my love."
She mumbled through the heavy breathing.
It was one of the most vibrant sex I had since Desai had rattled my sex life a week ago.
In the morning Meera told me I was awesome in bed. And she told me one more thing.
"When you were talking like that, you know I wished for a moment they were all true."
I wondered if she meant only the praise I had given to her on behalf of her boss or my words of his secret affection towards her.
I wondered if she was longing for a man's love and respect.
Deep inside I felt she was even longing for a man's sweat too. It was not because I had her imagine in bed with her boss. It was not because I knew she was turned on by Desai. It was not because she looked like she was up for new adventure.
It was based on an intuition that I had experienced many times in the past. It told me that my wife was going to cheat on me very soon.
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