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

[krish_999]

Chapter – 32

 
I lay in bed having the rush of my breathing settled, yet still nervous. I could not find sleep. I was sure Desai would not allow his body to hurry like me and be spent on a night he had been waiting for. I knew his dick would be still stretching the inner walls of my wife’s married pussy, and I could only wonder how many times he would unload his cum inside her.
The whole night!
For once, I felt I should have questioned Meera’s decision to give in to his demand without a hint of protest. But it was a lost moment; I could do nothing.
Perhaps, tomorrow. I thought. Tomorrow I would question her. I would tell her that this wasn't something I enjoyed.
It was the heavy rain that had brought Desai to my home. As if it was the rains that had brought luck to Desai.
And it was still raining. Does it mean Desai's luck was still working?
 
Even though I somehow found sleep after a long sleepless hour, I was woken up by a bad dream.
The dream was a continuation of reality. I saw Meera and Desai joyfully spending time in bed, while I was trapped under something heavy and dark. I could not see what they were doing exactly but I knew it without looking. I could not move the weight off me, and the only option I had was to wait for Meera to finish. I had lost my voice too. I could only hope for her to turn to me and find me. But it never happened, as Meera was completely lost in whatever she was doing with Desai. It turned from bad to worse as my attempt to grab her attention by screaming failed. As the last resort, I tried to move my body with all my might and I woke up with a panic jerk.
I had lost my sleep again. I could still hear the sound of rain through the window. It made me feel lonelier than ever.
 
I felt it was my worst fear that was making me have such a dream.
No. Meera will be always mine. I said to myself.
I got up from bed and slowly walked in the darkness to the other room. I stood outside the door, silently trying to listen to the sounds from inside. But there was nothing.
I couldn't understand whether it was over or I was unable to hear them still fucking. 
Why would he stop making love to her after a couple of times of sex?
Disheartened, I walked back to my room, with only the sound of rain to accompany me. I checked the time; it was 2.30 am.
Back in my bed, I found my dick erect again. It was stupid. And there was only one thing I could do to find peace after that.
 
In the morning I woke up only when Meera pulled the blanket off my body suddenly. I woke up in shock, but the biggest shock was for Meera as she saw my naked body. She put the blanket back to cover me quickly, but the damage was already done. To add to my embarrassment, my underwear was lying beside me.
“Looks like you had a busy night, Krish,” Meera said. I saw a smirk at the corner of her lips.
I noticed that she had taken bath. In fact, she was ready in a top and trousers which made me quickly realise she was getting ready for the office.
I checked the time on the wall clock. It was quite late.
“How many times did you shag?” Meera asked again. This time her smirk had become more evident. I realised where she was looking at. At the dried-up cum spots on the bed.
“How was your night? Finally, it happened, right?” I asked, evading her questions.
Meera evaded my question too. She instead handed me a coffee cup.
“Time to wake up.”
“Where is he?” I asked. “Has he left?”
“Still sleeping. He’s also not in the mood to get out of bed.”
“Maybe he too had a busy night.” I retorted.
Meera threw another naughty smile at me, visibly enjoying my remark.
“I am getting late for office. I got things I can’t avoid there. You guys take care of each other. Breakfast is on the table for both of you.”
She said and left, after kissing me goodbye.
 
I got up and did my morning routines quickly and then went to the other room. Desai was sleeping on the bed. The first thing I noticed was the bulge between his legs. Though his body below the waist was covered by a thin and smooth blanket, his morning wood was pretty obvious.
I was suddenly hit with a reality which did not excite me like the previous night. The man who was sleeping under that thin blanket had screwed my wife for the whole night. Perhaps he had fucked her in the morning too, which may be why he’s having such a satisfying sleep late in the morning.
I stood there for a moment to observe his muscular body. Unbeknownst to myself, I was looking for love bites. In other words, I was looking for evidence of my wife’s sexual fantasies and cravings which were fulfilled by this man. I saw a red mark on the side of his neck. I could not make out whether it was redness on the skin or a spread of lipstick. Whatever it may be, it gave me a sense of loss as if suddenly the whole of my mind was forced to accept the truth.
For one moment, I imagined Meera lying next to him, her body completely naked, and kissing along his neck, landing soft love bites.
The whole night! The thought sent a chill down my spine, despite knowing there was no shock value to that thought.
 
My eyes again stuck on the bulge between his thighs.
How many times would he have pushed it inside her pussy? How many times would she have caressed it with her hands?
 
I remembered her naughty smile when I suggested Desai had a busy night in bed. I was sure she had a blissful night.
 
I stepped back and woke Desai. He slowly opened his eyes and saw me.
“Good morning, bro.”
He smiled at me and sat up on the bed, only to realise that his bulge was on display. It was an easy guess that I had seen it. But it didn’t affect him one bit.
 
Despite waking up almost the same way, our morning erections had resulted in contrasting responses. My erection had caused me embarrassment. And Desai's erection might have made him proud. Because I was jerking myself and he was screwing my wife all night!
 
When I went to shower I could not stop thinking about Desai's bulge. It was huge. Perhaps it was just good in size but the size it etched in my mind was impactful. Also, the fact that this was just a morning erection and that it would have turned into something else when Meera touched it made it even more impactful. I could not stop thinking about how Meera would have felt when she welcomed it into her pussy – for the third time in her life.
When Desai had sex with Meera on our anniversary night he had asked about her previous sex with me. Because he had felt her married pussy unusually tight.
This time I wished he didn’t need to ask about it. I wished his dick was welcomed by her with a smile. But I knew it was improbable. She used to express slight pain even when I enter her. And Desai's bigger size was surely supposed to bring more pain to her in the beginning.
And thereafter, a lot more pleasure than she used to get from me.
I could not stop caressing my dick as I stood under the shower. But I somehow managed to stop from shagging. It was still aching from the non-stop shagging of the previous night.
 
By the time I came out of the shower, Desai too had finished his morning routines. We had breakfast together. 
I had called it a day off at the office. There was an awkward silence creeping in between us.
I eventually asked him how the night was.
“It was good. I slept well. In fact, I slept too well.”
His casual reply brought a pang of disappointment in me.
He had booked his return journey on a noon flight, having called it a day off at the office.
“I'm still having a hangover.” He said.
“You didn't drink so much. You were normal when you left the scene.” I said.
“Not that hangover, Krish.” He smiled. “The hangover that your wife gave me. I am still trying to tell me whatever happened last night has happened for real.”
There!  Finally, he spoke a word about her and I was glad.
“Was it so good?” I kept my eyes fixed on his face, ready to catch even his subtle response.
“I am not able to find words to thank you, Krish. It was a blissful night.” His eyes shone as he spoke.
“Lucky rascal,” I said with a smirk. “So you’ve finished now, having fulfilled your long-time dream? Can I have my wife back, boss?”
I knew I was totally a shameless creature already, and I was beginning to acknowledge it. Because there was no other way.
Desai laughed.
“She never left you, bro. I don’t know if you believe me, but… maybe you’d call me an idiot fellow. Because we didn’t have sex after dinner.”
“What?”
I didn’t expect that. For a moment I thought he was trying to fool me.
“I’m not trying to fool you, Krish. Meera agreed to sleep with me only to make me stop from leaving in a drunken state. And she made it clear the moment she entered the room. She said the first-night role-play and fantasy were over already. She’s your woman, Krish. She’s the one who calls the shots between us.”
I was enthralled by his revelation.
"She told me she was not in favour of letting me drive in a dizzy state. Somebody in her office had died recently, hadn't he? Meera told me she knew him and his family well."
"Yeah. Shiva... was her colleague," I said. "He died a month ago in a drunk and drive accident."
"Meera told me about Shiva's wife. She was planning for their second child later this year, but Shiva's death destroyed all her dreams. Meera got me emotional but I felt glad, to be honest, Krish. Because I felt I had someone who truly cared for me. Whatever, the result is that we didn't have sex after that."
I had to believe him. “Then what the hell did you say gave you a hangover?”
“The hangover is true. It’s the hangover of having your dream turned into a beautiful reality. I had my moments with her before dinner. You would have believed me had you heard how loud she was when I was doing her from behind.”
My breath stopped when he said that. Doing her from behind. He had said that.
“I…” I shook my head sideways. “I didn’t hear any noise. The room is soundproof.”
“You tried listening?” He was looking into my eyes and I could not lie.
“I did try, yes. But I heard nothing.”
“But you must have imagined it. Like what we were doing and how we were doing, right?”
I nodded. He was growing into my head. I didn’t mind because I wanted him to talk. Desperately.
“Did you use protection?” I asked.
“No,” he said and my heart sank for a moment. “But don’t worry. I didn’t cum inside her.” He added and smirked. “In fact, she didn’t let me. She made me pull out.”
“That’s good.”
“And the bed sheet was like drenched with my cum. I am sorry you had to sleep on it.”
“Don’t be. I was in another world by the time I hit my bed. So I didn’t care. It was okay.” I said.
“So it was an experience for you.”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel?”
“What do you think?”
“I think it must be great. Otherwise, we won’t be sitting like this anymore. We are not enemies. We have become buddies, brothers who can share anything. I am feeling slightly bad that I don’t have anything to offer.”
“This is no barter system. I didn’t offer my wife to you. Don’t take it…” I couldn't help but turn my voice slightly harsh as I spoke.
“No, no way, Krish... I know that. I didn’t mean in exchange for what I’ve got.”
“In fact, I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got something. You better look at it like you gave her something. You gave me something. Those moments.”
Desai kept nodding understandingly. “I understand, Krish. It’s amazing that you are in control of what you do with your intimate emotions. Both of you. Meera was like she was giving me everything in there, and you too, speak the same language. It’s about giving. Making the other happy. Not taking. Not making yourself happy.”
“I’m glad you’ve found it.”
“So, did you become hard again when we went to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Did you shag after hitting bed?”
“Yes, I did,” I said nonchalantly.
“That’s good to hear. You are wonderful.”
“Were you disappointed when Meera told you no after dinner?”
“Not much. Because the reason I asked her to sleep with me wasn’t to get to fuck her again. I thought it wouldn’t be nice to let her sleep with you. Because I knew all of us three were a mess. Especially you, Krish. Take no offence, I noticed how you were looking at Meera when she returned from the room. You were dying to have a go at it. I wanted to save you from the embarrassment for I knew you wouldn’t be able to put up a good show after you said you came in your pants without jerking. When we ejaculate without touching, it’s the strongest one. There’s nothing mightier than that. The only way to enjoy the rest of the night is further shagging. I am glad that you too had a great night.”
He was opening my psyche like a book. But I was not going to admit it.
“You too had a great night. I am glad too.” I said. "But I was slightly disappointed when you wanted her to spend the rest of the night with you, Desai. Because I was looking forward to having a few moments with Meera. It's not necessarily sex though. We are passionate and honest with each other; that's why this night happened. And I was going to have my moment after dinner. But you denied it. I know Meera thinks the same way but she didn't want to make you feel bad. And yes, she was probably wary of my excitement. She made her stance clear though, which means she wanted to keep you happy only. From my point of view, what you did was slightly disappointing."
"I am sorry, dear," Desai said after listening to me calmly. "But when I said I didn't want to sleep alone, I too wanted to have a few moments with Meera. It's surely not about sex only, Krish. If I hadn't done what I had done, it would have felt like I was only interested in sex, right? No, Krish. I am not just after that. I am in this for both of you. I am in this for the whole of you and Meera. She's not just another married pussy for me. She's much more than that. I wanted to respect that. And I respected you too. That's why I was worried about your failure. I am sorry if I was too caring but ended up looking crooked."
"I didn't say that, Desai. I just let you know what I felt and why I felt so. Otherwise, I had enjoyed the night."
"The next time, I won't steal your moment. I promise," Desai said and then quickly added. "If there's one, ever."
The next time! I had heard it. He's thinking about the next time already!
"Don't be greedy, boss," I said with a chuckle. "Such nights don't repeat."
Desai laughed, "But I can dream, right?"
"When will you stop dreaming about my wife?"
"It's a million-dollar question that I don't want to answer." He quipped.
 
After breakfast, Desai began to get dressed. He was going to leave. But I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to sit down with me and talk. I knew that once he went to Shimoga, it would be difficult to get him to talk about it.
I was dying to hear it.
While he got dressed in the room, I arranged a whiskey bottle and two glasses in the hall. By the time he got out, I had poured our drinks.
"Are you leaving? What happened?"
I asked as if surprised.
"Oh," he said. "It seems the party hasn't finished."
He had accepted my invitation. He sat on the couch and grabbed his drink.
 
We started by talking about silly things. Deep in my mind, I was dying to hear him talk about only one thing. Eventually, it happened, as halfway to the first drink he returned to my favourite subject.
“You were surprised when I said we didn’t do it after dinner. You thought we would have done it many times, didn’t you?” He asked.
 “At least thrice.”
I admitted.
"I can imagine how our mind works when aroused. It's just crazy, isn't it?"
"I can't stop imagining even now."
"I bet you have no idea what it was like."
"Tell me then, what it was like."
"You want to hear?"
I didn't say anything, though I revealed my wish through a smirk. I finished my drink and poured another. Desai emptied his glass too and waited until I refilled it.
"That's interesting. Do you want the details?" He asked after taking a sip.
"No," I said, even though I wanted to shout 'Yes' to him. I thought I moment and then added, "But there's a part of my mind that is very curious to know. Meera will tell me about it, eventually. But I am impatient."
"I can tell you everything," Desai said. "Without missing a single detail. You will like it."
I wondered if I had opened up too much in front of him. But I did not mind. If Desai went back to his hometown without talking, then I was sure I would never get a chance to hear it. Because I knew Meera would never tell me. Even if she told me, she wouldn't tell it all.
I wanted to know how Desai had fucked my wife. Word by word. Without missing a single detail.
"I can see you also want to share it. I am the husband whose wife you've screwed for an hour last night. Now you're getting the opportunity to tell me how you did it. Has there been any greater moments in your life, buddy?"
I was trying to make light of the situation.
"No," Desai laughed, "You are unbelievable, Krish." He took another sip from the drink and kept it on the table.
"Go on," I said.
"I'll start from the moment you lost sight of Meera and me. We went to the room, closed the door, didn't we?" A fond smile appeared on Desai's face as he remembered the moment. I felt jealous for he was playing the scene in his mind for his pleasure.
He went on, "The moment I crossed the door, I slowly let her stand on the ground but I hugged her and kissed her. But she didn't let me. She asked me to close the door first. That was a sign that it was my night. I didn't even look back as I kicked the door backwards. And then, our lips met for a warm kiss. Her lips were delicate, I sucked them softly. My arms around her didn't want to loosen up even one inch, even though my mind was urging me to take her to the bed as soon as possible.
But to be honest with you, Krish, it's not the anticipation of having sex that was thrilling me. It was the fact that I was taking her to the bedroom with her consent. Krish, you are a king and Meera is your queen. I’m just a guest in your world, who has been allowed to sleep with the queen. I felt lucky, and my mind was filled with joy. And I treated Meera like that. I looked at her with joy, love and thankfulness, and even submissiveness.
When our first kiss ended, let me remind you it was a long one, I looked at her in the eyes. She smiled and asked me what I was looking at. I said that I was making my memories more vibrant. 'Because these moments are not going to return. Looking at your eyes like this and feeling your breath touch my face like this, these are the most beautiful moments that need to be preserved in mind.'
Her smile grew fuller and her face, magnificent. 'Okay, preserve it as much as you want,' She said. I said that’s not the only thing I was going to do. She laughed this time, saying 'I knew you’d say that.' And she asked me to bolt the door. I think she didn’t want to let you peep into the room. Is it like that?”
Desai's doubt caught me a little unprepared.
“Uhh…” I cleared my throat as I thought quickly. “She’s just game.”
“Is she going to share with you the details of the night?”
“Yeah, she will. But it’s a slow process. It’ll take many nights.”
“Many nights of glorious sex, right?” Desai sounded and looked envious. I felt good.
“Thanks to you, yes.” I beamed. "The night when you told me how you had it with her on the anniversary night, I had a great night."
Desai kept smiling at me, with his eyes wide. I saw bits of jealousy in them. I was thrilled. “Go on," I said.
“Yeah; so I went back to the door and bolted it. I removed my jacket and threw it on the chair. Meera was removing her bangles. She kept it inside the dressing table drawer. I walked over to her and stood behind her, and put my arms around her, looking through the dressing mirror. I was pretty hard already and obviously, it was the first thing to touch behind her as I hugged her. She closed the drawer and leaned back, smiling at me through the mirror. A gorgeous smile. 'You are my wife, oh my god.' I exhaled.
'Stop it.' She said. 'No more role play.'
'Still, oh my god.' I said.
She laughed.
'Be the Susheel Desai.' She said. I was so pleased that she wanted me to be myself.
'I am Susheel Desai, every bit of it.' I said and hugged her tighter. She leaned back and turned her head to the left, trying to look at me. I reached over her shoulders and we kissed again. This time I was thirsty and eager to taste every inch of her mouth. She was lovely; I felt her tongue touch my gums more than once. She darted her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it. My hands went up on her body and found her breasts, caressing them over the saree. My body was on fire in no time. I put my hands under her saree, fondling her over the blouse. In my mind, she was my newlywed wife. I had never had such a feeling, Krish. I told her it indeed looked like my first night. She turned to face me and leaned back onto the dressing table and smiled at me. She said something to tease me, I don’t remember. I was suddenly lost in her smile. 'Don’t smile like this,' I said. 'I am kinda becoming unsure how to make love, out of overexcitement.' She laughed and patted my cheek. 'You are never unsure how to make love, I know.' She leaned forward slightly and we kissed again. She asked me if I had missed her. I said no.
'Liar,' she called me and patted my cheek again. I cupped my hands around her face and kissed her all over her face.
'You have no idea.' I told her the truth. She rewarded me by licking across my face, starting from here,” Desai touched below his lower lip and then moved upward, across his mouth, to the top edge of his right cheek. “It was a sensational move,” he went on. “My face was slightly wet with her saliva and I loved it. I felt she was teasing me. Making me anticipate what she’s going to give me later. Oh, Krish. Your wife knows how to drive me crazy. I’m sure she does the same with you too, in your fine moments. As her tongue was trailing across my facial skin, I was dreaming about - no, dreaming would be a wrong word; anticipating would be the right one - anticipating her doing the same with another vital part of my body; you know which one is.”
I knew which vital part he was talking about. And the same part of my body became stiff in its hiding as I realised it. For a second, I wanted him to fast forward and tell me if his dream - or anticipation - had come true.
Desai went on. “I kissed her again; all over her face and then along her neck, with my open mouth. I pulled down the shoulder flare of her saree. The golden shade of the blouse – it was indeed catchy, but it failed in comparison to that of her skin. The shape, the colour, the delicateness, the perfection of everything about her were marvellous. I went crazy in all of it. I bend down and down, feasting on all of them. Starting from her breasts over the blouse I kissed all around her body. I squeezed at the sides of her belly and licked around her belly. I pulled the saree down, dropping the loose end of it on the floor. She giggled and kept pulling my hair.
I got up grabbing the loose end of her saree and pulled it slowly. Meera asked me what I was doing. I wanted her to turn around. Meera smiled at my demand, though she started turning around. I kept pulling the saree until it came off.  Meera said it was not a good idea to turn her around like that because it was making her dizzy. But she did it. There she was, in her blouse and underskirt, like a sculpture made of milk and gold. One hook at the centre of her blouse was too tight and pulling sideways, and I saw a bit of her bra through the small gap. It only helped her look hotter. I was drawn to her once again, and I kissed her madly. My lips descended, finding her neck and breasts, and it didn’t take long before I swept her whole body off the ground and carried her to the bed. To your bed, Krish. The bed that you have been sleeping with this angelic beauty every night. Do you know how I felt? You have no idea.”
I was sure he would have felt extremely content already. Because he would have already started having the feeling of success in turning his long-term dream into reality.
“But she refused to jump onto the bed all the way. She sat on the bed and asked me to take off my shirt. She wanted to see me before anything.
So I stood in front of her and removed my shirt. I noticed her gazing at my chest and I felt good. I unbuttoned my pants too but didn’t pull it down. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled at me. She nodded like she understood what I was seeking. Next, her hands were on my pants. Her right palm, particularly, over my huge bulge.
'There’s something I couldn’t do last time.' She said. I knew what she meant. You know what she meant, don’t you?” Desai looked at me and I nodded quickly. I could not verbalise a response. Desai went on.
“She had made it obvious, and that’s when I remembered that I hadn’t washed my genitals since afternoon. Moreover, I had taken a piss during your office visit.
I asked Meera to stop. 'Let me visit the washroom first, I need to clean it,' I said. But Meera did not take her hand off my waist. 'Stop being so humble. Let me see it.' I was kinda wondering if she didn’t understand what I said. But she said, 'It’s okay. I’ll do it myself,' her assurance was still unbelievable. But I was forced to believe as she pulled out my boy from my underwear. The feel of her delicate fingers around my rock was one thing, and the growing anticipation on her cute face was another. It was a moment to remember, Krish. And she pulled it out while pulling down my underwear by its waistband. I let out a loud gasp and she smiled at me.
And then she greeted my dick, 'hi there, big guy.'
I wanted her to start sucking it right away. But then I felt I needed to ask about getting it cleaned first. I told her that I had taken a piss earlier and hadn’t washed after that. But Meera didn’t listen to me.
She moved a bit forward on the bed and put her palm under my length to support its weight, and looked at me.
'Mmm…it looks dirty…' she smiled. 'But it’s nothing I can’t clean.' So saying she bent forward and licked the top edge of my dick. Oh, Krish! The first touch of her tongue on my dick was enough to send me high into a sense of fulfilment. You know what I mean. How much I had longed to live that feeling and Meera was being simply generous. She was the uber-rich landlord and I was the poorest of the beings. I could not speak a single word as she licked again and then grabbed it with her fingers firmly around it to direct it into her mouth, or I can say she pushed it into her mouth and then slowly dropped down to her knees on the ground. I saw her lips being stretched around my dick; and as soon as she sucked it a couple of times and pulled out, I grabbed her face and kissed her mouth right away. I wanted to convey a message that I was as dirty as she wanted me to be.
'I don’t want to stop eating your lips, baby.' I said. My voice was a whisper, I think.
'Then don’t.' That was her reply. This time there was no smile on her face.
We kissed more. I sat her up on the edge of the bed again while kissing her. My hands dropped to her shoulders and I tried removing her blouse. She unhooked it quickly and helped herself get rid of it. She looked absolutely stunning in the bra. You know she thought the bra was special for her and it’s not for nothing. It was special. I think I told her she looked like a supermodel or something. I bent down to kiss her boobs, right on the bra cup. And then I licked along the bra strap upward to reach her neck and then again back to her lips. I didn’t know where to stop. Her hands soon found their way back to my pants, and she started feeling over my member again. I stood up and gave her more access. She asked me to sit down and remove my pants. I sat next to her and removed my pants completely. Meera kneeled between my legs and simply grabbed my dick again. She didn’t waste a second to begin sucking it.  I spread my thighs wider and leaned back to let her move in further. She moved in, and lifted my dick and licked under it. If that wasn’t enough, she tilted her head slightly to her left and started sucking my balls too. Are you jealous of me now, Krish?"
"Yes, I am very jealous," I said without blinking.
"You have every reason to be, man," Desai said. "After a while, she asked me if I wanted more of that - her tongue work - and suggested we move on to the bed. Perhaps her knees were aching. I quickly climbed onto the bed, on my knees. She kneeled in front of me and bent forward to resume sucking me. Her hair kept falling in front of her face and I kept putting it in place so that I could get a view of her mouth. I ended up holding her head with one hand and slowly moving my hip, and she held her head still to let me move my dick in and out of her mouth. It was a slow form of mouth fucking but the amount of pleasure was great. I then grabbed her face to kiss her mouth again. Her lips had become even softer by this time. I told her that I wanted to taste her too.
Meera got up on her knees and I untied her underskirt. She undid her bra hook and also slipped its straps off her shoulders to reveal her breasts by the time I dropped her underskirt. My attention was quickly absorbed by the enormous beauty of her breasts. I don’t know how she maintains it but that’s what makes her special. She knows how to do it, right? Maybe you know her secrets, Krish. Only you! She had the perfect breasts I have ever seen on a woman and she still has them, perfect. Her tits were erect, and I sucked on them. I had to resist the urge to run my mouth and tongue all over it at once. I opened my mouth wider to suck the most of those soft melons and then slowly turned my attention down to the sensitive brown centre, around her tits. She moaned at my touch, much to my satisfaction. I fondled her breasts and the sides of her torso, and she lifted her arms to hug me. I further lifted them to momentarily sniff her underarm and she giggled, asking me what I was doing.
'I don’t know.' I said and gave a licking, right on her underarm.
'You are crazy.' She said.
'Yes. I am.' I said and pressed my mouth on her soft skin again. She dropped her hands to squeeze my head between her body and hand, and then pulled my face upward to kiss me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. I pushed my tongue and she sucked mine too. We both were on our knees and we hugged tight while kissing madly. I could sense her breasts being squeezed between us.
My arms reached down to squeeze her ass too. And my dick was poking against her. The moment we broke our kiss I pushed her and dropped her on the bed. She lay on her back and I pulled down her panty. Her wide hips were already a glorious sight to witness. And Meera didn’t hesitate a moment before spreading her legs for me. I had a look at her. It was glorious again; I saw it perfectly as if in daylight. The lips, the clit and the face of the hole. It was wet. Dripping. Oh, God. There was no need to resist your cravings. I went down straight away and pressed my whole mouth to it. I felt the softness and warmth of the whole of her sweet pussy in my mouth. I heard a gasp from her. I felt her palm on my head. I gave a lick. She moaned again. And again. The more I licked, the sweeter she became; that’s all I can say about the experience. I tried darting my tongue deeper into the centre but she pulled my hair to refrain me from that move. But a few minutes later I did it again and this time she pushed my head downward. I knew her sensations were being upgraded. There was never enough of it, and I spread her thighs to maximum and she lifted them to help me. I saw her butt hole. It appeared like a beautiful flower to me and I licked over it too. Meera giggled and called me dirty.
'I want to be dirtier,' I said and licked over the exact spot, again.
'How?' she asked.
I asked her to turn around and she soon stood on all fours. I got behind her and spread her ass cheeks to lick along her butt crack.
'Oh my god,' Meera said. Her gasping sounded like a moan. I was pleased. 'It’s embarrassing but it feels so good, Susheel.' She said.
Her words only got me thirstier. I went further lower and literally ate her sweet hole and even tried darting my tongue inside. Meera let out loud gasps; I could hear them. I could feel them by the move of her back. I was getting carried away. I wanted to shove my dick right into her butt hole. When I stood on my knees behind her, I rubbed my dick around it. She read my mind instantly.
'Don’t even think about it, mister,' she warned me, having sensed my wish.
'It’ll be fun,' I said. 'I am open to trying it, baby.'
'Not on your first night,' Meera said.”
 
As Desai quoted Meera referring to the first night, I wondered if Meera was already making a promise about the next time. “Not on your first night.” That were her words. Doesn’t it mean he could try it on any other night? Does that mean there’s gonna be another night? Or other nights?
I hadn't forgotten how Desai had joked about having the next time with Meera. It was evident that the thought of having sex again had crossed both their minds already.
 
Oblivious to the alarm that went off inside my head, Desai went on narrating further. "Then I pushed my stuff into the right spot, without wasting any time. Slowly, slowly. Aaah, aaaah, Krish. The feel of it gliding into her sweet and wet pussy; Meera gasped, and so did I. Mmm….I just guided it deeper and deeper, trying to contain the joy that came with it. Meera said, 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, isn’t it?' She was absolutely right. It was what I wanted to do for many years. The moment had come. I stuffed half of my pole inside her and then stopped. I caressed the sides of her belly. The wide ‘W’ shape of her butt and then the thin waist, and then the smooth and glowing skin of her back shoulders. The tone, the curve, the feel, everything was just heavenly. There’s a small black mole just above her left ass cheek. It was beautiful. When I mentioned it to her, she said she never knew about it. I was surprised and asked her if you don’t do her in that pose. She said you have done her from behind, but never noticed. 'It’s hard to believe Krish never noticed something so beautiful,' I told her.”
 
I hadn’t noticed it.
But Desai didn’t care to ask me about it as he went on. "There, my angel, the goddess I wanted to surrender and submit was there, waiting for me to merge with her. And I started moving. I started fucking my angel. It took some little time before I dared to stuff my whole length inside her. And I moved it slowly only. I didn’t want to hurt her; I didn’t want to finish her; I didn’t want to finish myself. Meera too didn’t want to finish it in a hurry. She told me how great I was doing, more than once. She was taking me inside her, quite well. I bent down to reach her breasts from either side, and she stood up on her knees without making me pull out. She leaned backwards and turned her head to kiss me. Her open lips were making me crazier. I wanted them on my dick, again.
'Taste me again, baby.' I whispered. She looked at me without turning and then slowly moved her ass forward to make me pull out. She was ready to fulfil my wish. Maybe any wish.
She turned and asked me to lie down while moving her loose hair behind her ears. And then she grabbed it and guided it into her mouth. I saw the head of my dick disappearing into her mouth. She could only take it halfway through. But her hand covered the lower half. As her head began going down and up, she moved her hand on the lower half to give me the double fun.”
 
I was picturing how Meera had to lend both her mouth and hand to cover the whole length of Desai's dick. I remembered a moment from the recent past when Meera had asked me to shave my pubic area more often as the hair around the base of my dick annoyed her during blowjob. She had pushed it deep down to her throat until her lips reached the end of my dick, her lips brushing against my hair growth. She was able to take the whole length of mine in her mouth. I thought she had enough skill. And now, Desai was telling me she could take only half of his length.
This realisation gave me a startling feeling as I was forced to compare my dick with Desai's. I had seen his dick when he was having sex with Maithrei many months ago. I had thought he was slightly better in girth, but it never had come across my mind that he had a size double of mine.
No. It's not possible.
At first, I thought Desai was indeed exaggerating. Then I wished he was exaggerating. At last, I realised I could only wish.
I was already wondering if Meera would ever tell me this. The truth. 


Chapter 32 to be continued...