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

[krish_999]

 Chapter - Twenty two

Regret is a strange emotion. It can make you act in ways that you cannot foresee. But what makes it stranger is that sometimes you don't feel it even when you know you've done the wrong.
A first-time full-fledged imagination of Meera submitting herself to the insane pleasure of mating with Desai was supposed to cause regret immediately after. However, even after bringing myself to a thundering ejaculation, my subconscious mind refused to be ashamed. It was a first time experience. Perhaps I wasn't satisfied with just shooting on the wall.
I wanted more though I wasn't just sure what it was.
My arousal was not diluting. I wondered if it was because deep inside I had a hunch that one day Meera was going to make those crazy visuals real. I was still not in agreement with myself that I wanted to see it. Consciously I even tried to believe that I would hate the idea. But I also had to acknowledge that the hatred was not as intense as before. Neither was it spontaneous.
I had to force myself to hate Desai.
It wasn't easy to figure out why the thought of Desai suddenly stopped to repulse me. First I thought it would be because of what I had witnessed at Desai's house. He was so good at banging a married woman that a part of me would want to see him do it to my wife. But the next moment I thought it wasn't true. I had already seen him conquering Ananya in her marital bed. My hatred for him had only increased then.
Then I wondered if I was impressed by Desai's charisma or the effort he put up to win over my wife. But there was no reason to see why it suddenly made me fantasise about him having sex with her.
I remembered the other night when Tejas stayed with us and Meera caught me wanking.
"You're still that old Krish. You'll never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life!"
Meera had yelled at me.
Remembering her voice made me more restless than contemplating whether her words were true. I was not ready to ask myself if I was still that old Krish. I was simply not okay with Meera thinking I was still that old Krish. I was not ready to go back to the old life.
But then why are you so horny?
My dick was hard, even after such a vigorous session of masturbation. The only way to satisfy myself was, I thought, to have sex with Meera.
But unfortunately, she wasn't ready. She remained silent and particularly gloomy after her evening walk. She took a quick shower and settled in the bed quietly.
I knew she was in pain. I felt sorry for her. I wanted to take her back in my arms and console her. I wanted to kiss her and tell her that she was forgiven. I wanted to tell her that my love for her was still intact.
But my erection was unusually strong and I didn't want her to find it.
 
Late into that evening, Ashish phoned Meera. She hesitated to answer the call. She looked at me and I hesitated gestured her to talk.
"It's okay, baby,"
I said.
Meera picked up the phone.
"Hello,"
I couldn't hear Ashish's voice from the other side. I left her alone and went out of the room.
Later I asked her about it. 
"He asked me if I was okay. And if I was still feeling guilty. I told him that I've told you."
She said.
I was surprised. 
"What did he say?"
"He said I did the right thing."
I shook my head, "You too did the right thing by telling him that I know. There's no need to play dumb."
 
But it did not help her overcome the guilt. She remained gloomy for the rest of the day. As she fell asleep facing away from me, I turned to her and kept watching her. I looked at her curves and remembered the insane visuals I had while masturbating in the evening. I tried to question myself that why I wasn't ashamed of imagining those visuals. I rebuked myself for mentally accepting that I wanted to see it happen. I finally regretted having those thoughts but deep inside me had a dreaded feeling that my body was craving to make it a reality.
The only thing I wished for was that I didn't want it to happen immediately. Meera's latest escapade with Ashish had inscribed one thing on my subconscious mind. That the only thing I could do was to delay it.
 
The night was long enough to make me delve into the thoughts of what Meera would have done with Ashish and that she would do with Desai. I imagined Ashish running his hands over her naked body and Meera welcoming him with a shy smile. I then compared it with another visual of Desai on top of her. He would be a hungry beast who wouldn't hold back until he satisfied his hunger of two years. I couldn't imagine a shy smile on her face. Desai's thick and wet lips would spoil the softness of her lips. I saw him splitting her legs and arms wide apart and pounding hard into her, making her cry out his name. 
"I wanted to do this for so long. Now I'm finally doing this, bitch," he would groan.
My hardness which was hidden for a while under my loose clothes since the evening was becoming very visible again. I slowly got up and went to the toilet. I visualised Desai filling my wife's pussy with his cum and wanked. This time I made sure I did it quietly but I still ended up shooting another huge load in the closet.
I knew it was going to be a routine.
 
 
In the morning Meera stayed in bed for longer than usual. She said she's taking a day off.
"I don't want to face him, Krish."
She said.
"Do you want to forget him?"
I asked and put my hand around her. She tried to move my hand away but I insisted.
"I know Ashish is in your head. He's in my head too. But I think the only way to move on is to look at ourselves. Me and you. I love you, Meera."
I put my palm behind her head and kissed her. She didn't respond at first, but then I started sucking her lips until I felt the stiffness of her body loosening. She responded slowly. I pushed myself to climb on top of her and began to remove her top. She protested.
"No, Krish."
"Don't stop me, Meera," I said. "I want you now. Let me claim what is rightfully mine. You are mine only."
My erection was already poking onto her and I was desperate to give it to her. Meera stopped resisting and I removed her top. I quickly removed her bra too and I saw a couple of bite marks on her breasts. Ashish's bite marks!
I couldn't hold back from grabbing her breasts and sucking them and a made sure I licked around those marks. 
"You're mine, Meera. You're mine only," I whispered. I saw tears in her eyes.
I stopped for a second but she wiped them quickly.
"I’m not ready, Krish." 
She said.
“You don’t have to be ready, baby… stop going back to your past and look with regret.”
I whispered.
I was not in the mood to stop. I removed the rest of her clothes and my lips ran all over her body. I was beginning to imagine myself as Desai and it aroused me beyond belief. When I removed my clothes I looked at my dick and imagined it as thick as Desai's. I held Meera's palm and made her hold my dick. She moved it lightly with her shaky fingers and I imagined the pleasure Desai would get when she does the same to him. I felt her fingers would shake even more.
When I split her legs and saw her pussy lips, I wondered how she was going to adjust to Desai's thick one. I had become Desai by the time I pushed it inside her. Meera let out a gasp and I heard a loud cry in my head. It was Desai who was fucking her in my mind. I fucked hard and soon Meera's arms were around me, even though they weren't embracing me. It drove me crazy when I imagined her welcoming Desai's assault on her married pussy. I came hard with a groan but I pulled out in time. My cum spoiled her beautiful navel.
"I'm safe, idiot."
Meera laughed, though her eyes were still wet.
"Oh really?"
I laughed too. I grabbed her panty and wiped it. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her mood was improved. I bent forward and kissed her. She kissed me back and this time she actively did it. 
"Oh my baby, I can't stop it," I blurted and the next moment I guided my dick back into her pussy.
"Krish..."
Meera moaned. I was welcome.
I fucked her for another ten minutes before I found myself on the edge again.
“Tell me you are mine, baby,” I gasped and kept pounding harder.
No one can take you away from me. I told myself as I felt it was Desai who was going to fill her pussy with his cum.
"I'm yours only. I'm yours..."
Meera cried. My response was a groan as I filled her with another load of cum which I deposited deep inside her.
 
The morning sex helped her for sure. She seemed much relaxed after that. But she didn't change her decision to take a day off from work. 
I too decided to take a day off but I could not. I got a phone from my office that my boss wanted to see me.
 
I reached my office late and found my footing in danger. I was blamed for not ensuring the maintenance of the automatic sprinkler system. I honestly had no clue about it.
My manager told me in the face that I was going to lose my job.
"I'll advise you to start looking for a new one already,” He said.
I called Meera and told her what my manager had said.
“Don’t worry. I am here even if you lose this one. We are good.”
She said.
She sounded better. I was glad she was recovering.
 
I spent the whole day in my office anticipating my boss calling me to his office and firing me. However, it would not happen even by the end of the day.
“You are very lucky, Krish.”
My manager told me.
I found my breather back. I knew it was not luck.
It was Desai who saved my job. The thought left a smile on my face as I wondered how many times he’s gonna help me out.
Just because of one reason.
I had no other way than to mentally thank him and this time I did it wilfully.
 
I left early in the evening. When I reached home, Meera was watching tv. I sat down with her and I told her that I didn't get fired. 
"I think Desai spoke for me," I said.
"Why would he speak for you if you had done something wrong?" Meera wondered.
"He must have done it to impress you," I said with a smirk.
"Well, I am impressed then," Meera scoffed. "Call him up and thank him. Tell him that I am ready to sleep with him too."
I was stunned by her anger.
"Meera..."
I held her close. She pushed my arms away.
"Why are you linking everything happening in your life with me? Desai... Desai... Desai... what the hell is this? Your job is saved, okay; but it's not necessarily him. It could be because your boss would have realised that you are not at fault."
"Yeah, that's also true," I said instantly to calm her down.
I certainly did not think it was true. Because Desai had told me that I had nothing to worry about my job. And I knew it was him who saved my job.
 
Meera's phone rang. I saw Desai's name on the display and my heartbeats shot up instantly.
Meera looked at the phone and me sharply, and then picked up the phone.
"Hello."
Her voice was stiff. She got up and began to walk towards the bedroom and then stopped midway.
"Nothing is happening on Saturday, Susheel. Don't try to pressurise me."
Her voice got just stiffer. I guessed Desai might have asked about Saturday's plan. Apparently, his phone call was at the wrong time. But I was stunned by the way their conversation progressed as Meera gave him no space to defend his motives.
"Why are you so desperate, Susheel? Why the fuck you can't understand that I don't want to sleep with you? In which language should I tell you, Susheel?"
I could not hear Desai's voice at all but I could imagine him struggling to reply to her.
"You call it lunch, dinner or breakfast but I know you only want to sleep with me. Do you think it's fun to sleep with one today and another with tomorrow? Your brain is always filled with other women. The only thing you want to do in your life is to fuck many women before you die. What about your personal life? Do you have a heart? Can you make a family? You think you are determined to do whatever you want in your life. I challenge you to stop being a womaniser, then. Stop fucking around. Find a woman and make a promise to yourself that you won't look at another one other than her. Can you do that? I dare you. You can't, because for that, you'll have to find a perfect one. You can't find a perfect one because your eyes are shifting from one to another, always. You want to impress me but you also want to boast about fucking Maithrei. Tomorrow you'll find another one and you will move on. Why don't you move on already? Consider that I never happened in your life. Forget having mercy on me, hell; have mercy on you to consider that we never met."
Words were flowing freely from her heart and I was left speechless for a few minutes. I sat there staring towards Meera even after she cut the call and disappeared to the room.
I felt ashamed of fantasising about Desai and her. She hated him so much, and her husband was nurturing secret fantasies about her having wild sex with him.
 
I was glad though, that I hadn't even made a hint about what was going on inside my mind.
I got up and walked over to the room.
Meera was standing near the dressing mirror and I hugged her from behind.
"I know you are very angry. It's all because of me. I should have understood that you are going through a bad phase. It's my fault."
Meera turned to face me. Her eyes were wet.
"I'm worried, Krish," she spoke softly. "I'm worried that I'm gonna end up losing you."
"No, baby. I love you so much. I will never let you go," I said.
"People don't play with their love as you do with yours, Krish. I know you will not stop loving me. But there will come a time when your love won't be enough if you don't respect your love."
"Stop overthinking, baby. Stop these all negative thoughts. Nothing can stop us from loving each other."
I wiped the tears off her eyes before they dropped down. I held her face with both palms and brought it forward to land a soft kiss on her forehead. She hugged me tight and I felt good.
Even though she stopped talking further, I felt she was holding back a storm in her mind.
 
 
As Meera went to the evening walk, I walked down the street to meet someone. While coming back I had a small chat with our gatekeeper Sadashiv. He asked me if I was stressed about anything. I was surprised.
"I have been noticing it for a while. You don't look happy as earlier."
He said.
"No. There is nothing like that. But there was a small incident at my workplace."
I went on to talk about the fire accident.
 
I mentioned it to Meera when we went to sleep.
"Even our gatekeeper can see that we are going through a rough patch. It's not worth worrying about, baby. We have to move on."
Meera nodded.
"I am trying."
She said.
I moved close to her as we lay in the bed. But she protested right away.
"Don't think about it, Krish. Please," she requested albeit with a tone of warning.
I was taken aback.
"What happened?"
"I know you're aroused because your wife is fucked by someone. But please try to understand that I'm not thinking good about it. I don't want to celebrate it. Please leave me alone for a while."
"Come on Meera," I said sternly. "This is not fair."
"What is fair, Krish? I know you. I know what is going inside your head. You are one step away from  forcing me to have sex with you."
"You are assuming too much. You will only get me angry. Let's stop talking like this."
"You are getting angry? Do you get angry about anything, Krish?"
"What is your point, Meera? Tell me that first!"
My voice rose. Meera lay silently for a while and then spoke.
"The twin brothers in our top floor, Harish and Girish - do you remember them chatting up with me during the puja yesterday? Both the brothers have been friendly with me since the time I can remember. During the puja, Girish asked me out to go on a film with them. I was puzzled because my obvious response was a no. What puzzled me is that I wasn't able to tell them that I am married and I can't go to films and others with other guys. It's easy on the outside but not inside. Because unconsciously I believe that if I ask you for permission, you might allow it. That's your reputation, Krish. And what is my reputation? It's that I would enjoy it when I am with other guys. Krish, my point is that there are times when I want you to stop me. I want you to be angry and frustrated when I come home and tell you I slept with a random guy, no matter what the circumstances are. But what did you do? You easily forgive me. You find reasons to tell me that it's okay. I am afraid that these are leading me to the same path. If I go there again, this time I will lose you forever, Krish. I am scared of that."
Meera turned to me as she brought her speech to a closure.
Her fear was genuine but I wasn't ready to admit it.
"You are overthinking the whole stuff, Meera. You are feeling guilty for what happened, that's why you think so negative about this."
I said.
"Yes, I am guilty. I feel guiltier than ever before this time I can't blame you. I can't even blame Ashish because he didn't try to seduce me. It is me who crossed the line. Why did I do that? Am I a desperate woman who's just looking for sex?"
Her voice was filled with anguish. I put my palm over hers.
"I suggest you look at it a bit differently. You didn't want to have sex with him. Even when you kissed him, you didn't want to have sex. But it happened because that is what happens when a young woman and man come closer in a lonely place and kiss. There was no affection, right?  I can relate to this because this was what happened between me and Ananya long ago. It was something that would have happened between you and Sunny. My phone call stopped you. I'm sure you would have stopped Ashish too if there was a silly intervention like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Don't look for excuses to blame you. I am not angry with you because I know it happened accidentally. He didn't seduce you. He only had your empathy. You thought he was in pain and you wanted to help him recover. Unfortunately, the phone call from his lawyer came when you both were alone. If the carpenter was also there, would you have done it? If you were somewhere like a coffee shop and let's say you hugged him to console him, would you have ended up having sex with him?"
"No."
"That's my point. It just happened. And looking at you I guess you didn't even enjoy it. So why so much fuss about it?"
"I have enjoyed it. I don't want to lie to you," she said quickly.
I stared at her for a moment.
"You did?"
It was a revelation I didn't expect her to make. Perhaps it was something I didn't want her to confess. Her confession pierced into my heart.
Meera had noticed my subtle response.
"Are you hurt?"
Her voice was soft.
"I would be lying if I told you I'm not hurt," I said. "But I am more like jealous..."
"I am sorry."
"Are you again looking for an excuse to regret? Ashish is young and has been longing for a woman's warmth. So it would be wrong to expect him to fuck up the only chance."
"But it's not just about me, Krish. It hurts me because you are seeking kinky fun even from my horrendous mistake. My betrayal didn't upset you one bit. Don't you love me?"
Her question now made me go weak.
Didn't I love her? Does she exist in my life only for sex?
"It's not like that, Meera. I am only trying to make you forget what happened. I know I am equally responsible for what happened. I encouraged those fantasies, and I always do. Because they are part of our intimacy. Your slipping doesn't make them all wrong, suddenly."
Meera shook her head sideways. "Your being responsible for something I did myself doesn't make me feel any better, damn it! I wonder what would be your reaction if I had gone to Desai's place and slept with him. You'd say it's all your mistake and that's it!" 
"There is no need to drag Desai into it, Meera. This is not about him."
I said sternly.
"Yes, I know it's not about him. Do you know what is making me so scared about sleeping with Ashish? While having sex with him I was so confident about my freedom to do what I was doing. He was hesitant at one point, saying he didn't think it's morally right. I told him to leave that part to me. Because I was confident that you wouldn't mind it. What does it mean, Krish? Doesn't it mean I can sleep with anyone out there and your response would be restricted to arousal? I am disappointed by my behaviour, immediately after the incident. But there is no sign of such reaction from you. Instead, you are just horny. It makes me think you love your erection more than me."
"It's not what you think, Meera. I love you. I am just happy that you are back with me. You told me you don't want to celebrate the incident. Neither do I. But I want to celebrate your coming back to me. That's it. I am content with you feeling sorry about it. What else should I ask you to do? Dip your hand in boiling water?"
Meera gave me a long gaze.
"Will you be honest with me if I ask you one thing?"
She asked.
I nodded, "Yes."
"Haven't you masturbated thinking about me and Ashish?"
She was looking into my eyes. I knew she was ready to catch me lying.
I held my breath and spoke. "No."
Meera stared at me for a few more seconds before she looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't make out whether I was caught or not.
"I want to be your wife and live my whole life so," Meera said after a long gap.
"Are you worried that it's going to happen again, baby?"
I asked slowly.
"No." She said after a quick thought. "No way."
I turned my body to face her.
"Then let me celebrate that word, at least."
I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. Meera let out a sigh.
"You will never change," she mumbled before I kissed her. I sensed welcome in her breathing and it was more than enough for me. I forgot everything she spoke and invaded her mouth with my lips and tongue. My arms and legs drew circles around her. There was no sign of protest, this time. My erection which was temporarily weakened by the argument was suddenly back. And the first thing I wanted to do was to shove it inside her pussy which I knew was mine only. And within a few minutes from there, I found myself pushing it harder and harder into her. I did not hesitate to show how horny I had become. My mind ran wild and I became Ashish and Desai while racing toward a gigantic eruption of lust and greed and jealousy. And I stopped only after I filled her with a huge load. I felt so satisfied and consumed that I fell asleep right away.
 
The next morning when I opened my eyes, she was not in bed. She was in the kitchen.
When she came to give me the morning coffee, I kept the cup aside and grabbed her hand.
"Sit with me."
I insisted and put my arms around her. She relented and I slowly pressed my lips below her ear, on the neck.
"Kreeesh...!" She called with a warning tone. I ignored it completely and tilted her head to kiss her lips. Then I pushed her down on the bed. I had become hard again. Meera began to protest only to give up after a second. She lay still as I raised her skirt and lifted her legs to remove her panty.
"I love you, baby," I whispered before guiding my fully grown rod into her. I split her legs and lowered my body to lock her under me, and fucked her furiously. I was left panting in a few minutes, and I fell exhausted soon after spurting my load inside her.
 
The bedtime talk and the subsequent love making sessions seemed to work better for Meera. She was ready to go to work before I got up from bed.
"Are you ready to face him?"
I asked her while having breakfast.
"I am ready to face anyone."
She said, confidently. I smiled.
 
 
Desai visited me at work. He didn't look like the bossy person I knew all along. He asked casually about the fire incident but I knew he wasn't there to talk about the fire.
And he came to the subject very soon.
"I had a brief chat with Meera yesterday, Krish," he spoke with an unusually low voice. "I don't want to hide anything from you. She came down hard on me. She doesn't want to sleep with me, Krish. I have come to understand that. What happened two years ago was my sheer luck. And what happened recently was only because of my manipulations. I manipulated both of you guys. I was greedy. I was seduced by fantasies about her. Yesterday she told me my heart is filled with women only. She's right, Krish. I put so much effort around to impress them. In the end, what do I get? A few minutes of sex?"
My eyes were on his teeth as he went on. It looked clean, devoid of tobacco stains. He had undergone a teeth-cleaning procedure. I wondered if he had done it to increase his chances with Meera. Invariably I thought it was a nice idea, albeit it came a tad too late.
"There is no point in repeating how she skinned me with rejection and sarcasm. She succeeded in one thing. To make me turn around and look back into my own life. I am glad it came from her. You've been telling me no. But I never considered it. She called you a cucky husband and I thought you might enjoy it. I have seen your erection. I still believe that I can make you say yes to my wish, one day. But Meera, no! She is just... She's way above my reach. You are one guy with a hell lot of luck, I mean no offence. I came to apologise, Krish. I came to tell you that I won't be a trouble for you. Not anymore."
"I am glad to hear that, Desai."
I said.
"I had called Meera yesterday to talk about Saturday's lunch. But I don't think it's happening. She hates me so much. I don't know if she would change her mind. If she comes for the lunch, then I will consider myself extremely lucky. And I promise you that I will be gentlemanlike. I won't try to manipulate or seduce your wife. I don't think I will do that to anyone's wife, dear. That's something I have to thank Meera for. I wish to do that in person on Saturday."
"I will think about it, Desai," I said. "But if you want to be a friend of her, then I suggest you stay away from her for some time."
 
When he left I remained in my seat, wondering if it was another trick.
Is he trying to get her to have lunch with him somehow?
I was sure that he had exhausted all his ideas. He had even got his teeth cleaned to look like a gentleman. There was no further evidence needed to understand how desperately he wanted to win her back.
He just can't let her go!
I remembered what Meera had told me on the previous night.
"I wonder what would be your reaction if I had gone to Desai's place and slept with him."
It meant Meera had indeed thought about going to Desai's place and sleeping with him. The thought made my body warm again.
I closed my eyes and imagined Meera walking into his house, with Desai walking behind her, for a moment. I felt something growing inside me and I opened my eyes.
I wondered if the same thoughts would come to her mind on Saturday if lunch happened. She had confessed to me that she had enjoyed the sex with Ashish. And she had gone to work after two day's so-called depression. Give it another couple of days, and she would be smiling at him. She would be thinking warmly about him. And I was sure she would eventually confess to me that she would love to do it again!
My heartbeats were rising and my body was becoming warmer. I could not stop walking to the toilet and pull out myself. I closed my eyes and thought about Meera making out with Ashish in his bed. I saw her adoring the sight of his dick being pulled out of his pants. I jerked slowly as my imagination ran wild and I could not stop myself from visualising her walking into Desai's house.
By the time I flushed another load of my cum in the toilet, I had decided that I wouldn't stop her from having that lunch.
 
When Meera reached home that evening, I asked her about her day in the office.
She said it was ordinary. Ashish stayed away from her. But there was nothing new in that because that was how he used to be.
"Now we have left it behind. It's time to forget it."
I said.
 
In the evening Sadashiv visited me soon after Meera left for the evening walk. It was the first time he was entering my house.
"I want to tell you about something, Krish sir. I came to seek your forgiveness," he said with a sad voice.
"What happened?"
I didn't hide my surprise.
"I know why you have been stressed for a few weeks. I know you've lost something valuable."
I was alert suddenly.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I am the one who sneaked into your house to steal that briefcase."
"What?" I was stunned. "You?"
"Not just me. Didn't you show me a man's photo the other day? He asked me to do it. He paid me fifty thousand rupees for the help."
I remembered showing him Desai's photo and asking him if he had seen him around after the cash was lost. Sadashiv had denied knowing him then.
"Then why are you telling me this now?"
"I can't live with this guilt, Krish sir. That man came to me and gave me the key to your flat and offered me fifty thousand rupees. He gave me twenty-five thousand rupees in advance. In return, he wanted a briefcase from your flat. I didn't agree at first because you are such a good person. I told him that you helped me with my daughter's studies. How can I steal from you? But he said you had a copy of a project plan of your office that he said would ruin his business. He said his whole business was dependent on it, and he only needed to see it to plan his company's survival. He assured me nothing will happen to you. He told me the exact place you have kept it and he told me how to get it. He gave me the full amount when I gave him the briefcase."
I was left speechless for a few minutes.
That bastard!
Desai had planned it so well. He not only tricked my poor gatekeeper to steal from my house but also made him believe it was a small help to 'plan his company's survival’.
Sadashiv went on.
"But after that, I saw you very stressed. I am sorry for doing this to you. God won't forgive me for this. But God promise, I did not know it would affect you so much. Please forgive me."
"What did you do with the money?"
"I bought scooty for my daughter. She was so happy. But only I know what I did. If I did not tell anyone the truth, I'll die very soon. So I chose that it has to be you."
"Aren't you afraid of Desai?"
"Desai?" Sadashiv doubted for a second. He did not even know Desai by name.
Sadashiv eventually moved forward and touched my feet. I was startled and I asked him to leave before Meera returned. I thanked him for telling me the truth and I told him that I forgave him.
When he left, I leaned back on the couch and smiled. I felt a weight was off my chest.
That bastard!
I wondered if I should straightaway ring him up to tell him that I found out the truth. Then I decided against it.
He hadn't mentioned it for a while. I was sure he was reserving it for a final punch, to be used when needed.
I also decided to keep it secret like a counter punch, to be used only when needed.

I wasn't angry with Sadashiv. I thanked him in mind for having the courage to tell me the truth. I was relieved that Desai could no more intimidate me with the lost money.
When Meera returned after the evening walk, I did not tell her either. I wanted to wait and see her response about the lunch with Desai.
Wednesday, I asked her about Desai.
"Do you think he wouldn't be angry? "
"He has many reasons to be angry. I gave him so many promises and suddenly broke it all. I also gave him an earful. Of course, he needed that. But my anger was not only for him. I was stressed about the other things."
Meera said.
"Have you thought about how to deal with that?"
I asked.
"I think I should give him that lunch because that's the way I can avoid him permanently."
I smiled, though I showed merely a part of it outside.
So it was happening.
"I too think you should go for lunch."
I said.
That's when I realised how much I was ready to send my wife on a lunch date with Desai. I was not worried about it. Deep inside I knew nothing was going to happen. But I was still thrilled by the idea.
I wondered how Meera would respond when she sees Desai's white teeth.
All the tobacco stains are gone now, would she consider giving him a final kiss?
The last time when they met, she had let him kiss her. She had done much more.
 
In the night, I was again a beast filled with lust. I went down on her this time, and while eating her out I could not think anything other than Saturday.
"You've been so wild this week, Krish. Can't you see that I can understand why you are so horny? Tell me the truth, who are you fantasising about? It can't be Desai for sure."
She asked me once the storm ended.
I felt she was expecting me to stick with Ashish. I was glad that Desai was not in her head.
"Do you have anyone in your mind?"
I asked. She laughed.
 
Two days later she confirmed it.
"I rang him up and told him that I am coming for lunch tomorrow."
I was expecting this for the last two days and still, her words made me skip a heartbeat.
"What did he say?"
She smiled, "he thanked me."
"And?"
"And what? We hardly talked for a minute."
I smiled back.
"Where is the venue?" I asked.
"Are you coming too? Do you want to spy on me?" Meera threw a sharp gaze at me.
"What? Why?"
I was stunned. I wondered if Desai would have warned her about the possibility of being spied by me. He knew the voice recorder was still with me and I would put it to use this time too.
Meera took my hand.
"I won't go if you aren't ready for this. I can still say no to him. I have that power."
"I don't want to say no to you. It was your decision."
"Do you trust me?"
She looked into my eyes.
"I do," I said.
"Then I promise you; I won't let anything go wrong tomorrow. It's gonna be a friendly lunch. That's it."
"As you wish, baby. I trust you."
I said.
 
But I was not the guy to simply sit home and wait for my wife's return. I was obviously going to spy on her.
Saturday morning when Meera went to shower I planted the voice recorder in her handbag. I made a small slit along with the stitch inside it and pushed the recorder between it. Then I quickly knitted it with needle and thread. I did not forget to turn on the voice record mode.
I had decided against following her to the restaurant.
Meera got dressed before eleven. She chose to wear an orange top and black jeans. There was no skin show but it didn't stop her from being herself, and a stunning figure of beauty. She had put on a matching orange lipstick and it elevated the brightness of her face. Her hair that became slightly wavy around her shoulder made her look stylish. The thin fabric of the top revealed the outlines of her bra straps under it.  The tight jeans carved the perfect shape of her legs. All in all, she looked like anyone's dream.
I could already imagine Desai forgetting every promise he made to me the other day.
 
Meera chose to take the car as I told her that I didn't need it.
As soon as she left, I felt an urge to pull out my dick and start jerking. My wife was finally going to meet a man who had only one kind of dream about the day. I could not believe I was sitting home even after realising that he would be trying every trick in his book to make that dream become reality. Six days ago, he had told me his exact plan.
"My plan is to have lunch and then take her to my place. If she agrees, then it means she's ready to sleep with me. I am sure she would do it. Because I have seen it in her eyes."
I believed I could trust Meera if I wanted. But I wanted her to be honest and chose the fate of the day. If she was willing to end the date after fulfilling a long-kept wish, then I was ready to accept it as my fate too. I had seen enough and I was ready to see it happen once more.
Cucky husband. Meera had called me. Yes. I am a cucky husband. What I only cared about was her return to me. I wanted her to return to me and tell me she loved me more than anything. Looking at her swollen lips wouldn't ever stop me from loving her. The bite marks on her tits a week ago had only aroused me. This time too, Desai's hungry assault on her pussy would only make me want to lick it with more thirst in the days to come.
"She wanted to swallow my cum. Because she swallowed all my pre-cum and kept asking me if I was cumming. She was so thrilled by lapping up my pre-cum that she even welcomed my kiss. She was pushing her tongue inside my mouth. The next time, she would be shoving her tongue into my mouth after swallowing my cum. I will be tasting my cum from her mouth."
Desai's wish list from the other day echoed in my head and I eventually pulled out my dick, sitting in the living room.
I imagined Desai carrying my wife to his bed and undressing her. In every frame of my imagination, I planted a lovely smile on her face.
This time I don't want to you come home with regret. I want you to enjoy it. Suck his dick. Let him eat your married pussy. Swallow his cum as he wishes. And spit it into his mouth like honey.
I jerked slowly by letting myself imagine it all with maximum details. I did not want to ejaculate and end the pleasure. I knew Desai would not be quicker either. He would be ticking all the wish lists today, I thought.
"It can be disgusting on another day but it's so hot when Meera does it. I will let her do anything to me, I swear."
I did not know how many times he would stuff her pussy with his monster dick. But I was sure he would make sure she is taken to heaven every time he did it. He would make her scream. Her screams, no matter wherever they made out, would be recorded by the voice recorder I had hidden in her handbag.
Next time I would be jerking to the sounds of her moans. I thought.
In my head, I was already hearing those moans. Eventually, I came on the floor, making those moans stop for a while. But they would return to my ears very soon, again.
  
Meera returned at around 2 o'clock. I welcomed her with bated breath and before I knew it, I was looking for signs.
And there were.
Her lipstick was gone.
"Didn't you have lunch?" Meera stared at me. "You look tired."
I had lunch but the non-stop masturbation had drained my energy.
"I was sleeping, baby," I lied.
Meera nodded and walked to the room. I followed her. Her hair looked intact, though.
Maybe she's done it again.
"How did it go?" I asked, putting extra effort not to show over-enthusiasm.
"It was good."
"Just restaurant?"
I could not stop asking.
Meera turned to look at me.
"Just restaurant, what else? We had lunch and talked a lot. His family and all."
"Did he make any move? Any stupid attempt?"
I asked.
"No. He was very decent."
Meera said and proceeded to change her dress. She hurried to the washroom with clothes to change and I was sure she was hurrying to wash. I was also sure she was not going to tell me anything. And I did not want her to confess it anyway. She didn't need to be ashamed of it. Because it was my secret wish.
I looked at her handbag. I had to re-open the knitted slit to retrieve it. I didn't dare to touch her bag as I feared Meera coming out of the washroom at any moment.
I was ready to wait. I was confident that the recorder was going to reveal the truth. Meera's conscious effort to be silent on the lunch made me even more curious.
However, as Meera spent the rest of the day in the room itself, I could not retrieve the recorder from her handbag. 
I waited and waited until she went out for the evening walk.
The moment she walked out of the front door, I closed it and hurried to the room.
I quickly grabbed the handbag and opened it. My heart was thumping fast.
But then I was shocked to see the slit torn open. And my heart stopped when I found that the voice recorder was missing.
 

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