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

[krish_999]

Chapter 32 continues...


"Meera told me she was seeing it so close and complete for the first time." Desai was saying. "I reminded her about the blowjob she gave me in the car many months ago and she said 'but the half of your size was inside your pants'. She said she could not see the whole of it. Krish, I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable knowing, but I don't want to hide anything. She told me she could not see the whole of my length though she wanted to. She confessed to having a desire to see it then. I was very thrilled to hear that, maybe that's what all she wanted. To make me thrilled. And she's very skilled in that."

I had already heard enough of his revelations about my wife. I was more concerned about the bodily changes happening to me. The erection that was initially making me uncomfortable was now making me feel great. I felt I was leaking precum inside my pants. I was glad I was resisting the temptation to touch it. I was hoping to have a silent explosion inside my pants.
Desai went on.
"When I mentioned my pleasure to see her expressing herself in the bed, she said 'what do you think, only you can have fun all the time?' I said 'no, it's my dream to see you being you without holding back one bit.' And she said, 'I don't want you to hold back too.'
I was pleased with her reply.
'I'm not holding back,' I said and gestured at my dick. 'In fact, I'm turning into a monster.'
Meera smiled at me, 'I love taking on this monster.' She lifted it and gave a long lick underneath it, from the base to the tip. It made me gasp. And I said something like, 'just suck it, my baby'. Meera didn't let me finish my words before she opened her mouth to do it. I saw her soft lips stretching around my midsection again. I could feel the whole length of it, and my body, throbbing with the awakening of a sensation. I ran my fingers through her hair that was falling in front of her face and put it behind her head. I wanted to have a clear view of my dick going in and out of her mouth. It felt great and a clear view amplified the pleasure. Meera took tiny breaks between sucking to tease its head with her tongue. The light-coloured head shone with her saliva. I wanted it to shine even more. 'Spit on it, Meera.' I said.
She smiled at me. 'You want more from my mouth?'
I felt she was teasing me about feeding me from her mouth. I would love that and I told her. She smiled again and held firmly around the base of my dick and then spat on its head. At the sight of her saliva dripping from the tip of my cock, I only turned greedy. 'Make me bathe in it, honey,' I panted.
But she didn't listen to me, as her head went down, taking all the wetness back into her mouth. She gave a couple of thrusts to make me moan like a woman, and when she pulled out I saw a trail of her saliva mixed with my pre-cum from the shiny head of my dick leading back to her mouth. It was utterly satisfying. I couldn't resist anymore and grabbed Meera to bring her to my mouth. We kissed again, and she was equally thrilled about getting dirtier. It was evident from the way she was moving her tongue all over my mouth. Even while kissing, her hand was moving along my dick. She was dying to have it. I was dying to give it to her. Eventually, I asked her how she would like me to do it. She said, 'from behind.'
And she kneeled and bent forward to stand on all fours, while I rushed to move behind her, and then guided it in slowly but quicker than last time. Oh, God. What a feeling it was. I am rock hard now, Krish, just thinking about it. And I was bigger, yesterday. It was sliding in, into her tight pussy. Yes, she was tight. And she felt every inch of my dick inside her; her little gasps were making it evident. I asked her how she was feeling, after pushing it in, almost completely. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes looked like she would cry if I went slightly harder. She took time to settle her breath first and then talked. 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, and now you tell me how it is.' I said it's worth everything I've done to get there. And then I put my palms on her hips, at either side and then again started fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever known in my life. It's not that I haven't done it before that, but the way I was doing it was making it surreal. There was a feeling of completeness while doing it. I put my heart into it, to be honest. I didn't want to just fuck this woman and leave; I wanted to make her feel how much I want to do it. I wanted her to feel what I can do to her. I wanted her to feel the best feeling while having her pussy stuffed by a man's dick. I don't want to make you feel intimidated, Krish, but I am sharing my feelings, honestly.
I was careful not to be carried away by the pleasure though, and I paused after a few minutes. I pulled her up and put my right arm around her neck, touching her erect nipples with my left arm. She turned her head to kiss me softly, breathing hard now, without making me pull out of her. I asked her if she could taste me, and she faked panic. 'No,' She said. But as soon as I pull it out and loosened my right arm around her neck, she turned and dropped down to stand on all fours. And she let me simply guide my dick back into her mouth, once again. You know what it would have been like. So dirty, yet so lovely. Oh, my god.
And after two seconds, she asked me to lie down. I lay on the bed, my upper body weight on my elbows. She got between my legs to start sucking it properly. Her breasts were swinging slightly back and forth. With her breasts making a 'W' shape beneath her head and her ass making an 'M' shape behind her, it was such a marvellous sight. You should try it too, Krish. I'm sure you would try it, wouldn't you?"
Desai's question almost startled me and I was awakened from my half dream. But it was no dream. Desai was sitting in front of me, advising me on how to fuck my wife.
"I would, surely."
I blurted.
"It would be great. I am sure Meera would then repeat what she did to me afterwards."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She lifted my dick and licked under it, and found her way down to my ball. She licked on them and commented on how big they were. I said it's getting filled with my juice, 'which I am going to give to you soon, baby.'
Meera looked up and smiled, and slapped her cheeks with my dick. 'You don't have all the night, gentleman.' She said. I was her gentle way of asking to be fucked. I got the cue and lay her on the bed. I kissed her mouth again, tasting the feel of my own dick from her mouth, before quickly going down to suck her erect nipples. I was in a hurry, but I could not leave her beautiful front body untouched. I kissed along her belly, licking her navel and then reaching her pussy with an even greater level of enthusiasm. I gave her a few minutes of solid tongue work; she moaned and grabbed my hair. She almost cried when I tortured her clit with my mouth. And then, I lifted her one leg to move my tongue along her ass crack while turning her around. And then I got up on my knees, behind her, pulling her onto her pose. For the second round of pleasure of having great moments. This time, it was sort of proper fucking. I can't recite the words we were throwing at each other at the height of it, the love words, as we enjoyed breaching into each other's pleasure shores. Meera's head eventually went down to the bed and she grabbed onto the mattress, leaving her wide hips for me completely. And I improvised my posture, keeping my right foot firm on the bed right to her, to properly drive my thing into her, deeper than possible otherwise. Meera was beginning to cry, but not out of pain, and I only upped my pace until she cried it out. It was her orgasm, and she cried through it. I slowed down and let her enjoy it before pulling out and kissing her. Just one kiss and then I quickly went down. I turned her around and licked her pussy. It was a mess but still throbbing for more. I ate it, helping her stay in the beautiful moments a bit longer. And as soon as she was breathing slightly normal, I got between her legs and shoved my member into her pussy again. She welcomed me, her arms made a circle around my neck while she tried to kiss me. We kissed briefly only before I rose on my knees and started giving her another round of sweet fucking. Meera kept throwing her arms around me, making a half circle with her legs around me. I went down to kiss her; her mouth. 'Make me dirty, very dirty, Susheel.' She whispered to me, panting. I licked all around her lips, her nose, her eyes; and then I bent inward to suck her breasts, but not stopping the fucking. She must have put her nail marks on my back. I asked her if she wants to cum again. She said she would love to. She was almost crying when she said that.
I stopped and turned her again to stand on all fours to enter from behind. She said I was kinda getting obsessed with doing it from behind. 'Yes,' I said. 'I am getting obsessed with this sight of my dick going into your pussy baby.'
I soon went back to my beast mode, pounding hard. She cried even louder. I mentioned that you must be hearing her voice from outside the room. 'Then he must be enjoying it.' She took time to complete that whole sentence though. We both believed that you were able to listen, Krish. She was so loud."
"But I did not."
I said quickly.
"Yeah, I know, now. But in there, we both were unconsciously getting excited by that thought. You were part of this. It was a threesome. And that was making it extremely hot. Like we both felt there was nothing to hide since you knew it all. There was a sense of complete liberation from what we've been living with for the past few months, maybe years. We had hit the spot, we all three had hit it. It was just..."
Desai paused and I looked at him. He was kinda lost in his thoughts.
I waited for a few seconds and then cleared my throat.
"And then?"
Desai looked at me and shook my head.  "My dick is kinda aching from narrating you this all," he said and smiled at me. "Well, it's a good feeling."
I almost said my dick was also aching. But he didn't wait for my reply as he went on.
"And then, again. Meera showed signs of another orgasm. I too was getting closer. I split her knees wider and then started giving the final blows, and that worked. She started the noise. 'Susheeeeeel....' And I said I was going to finish it now. But if you believe me, she suddenly got aware of the situation and said she was not safe. 'Pull out, Susheel...you should pull out, I'm not safe.' I was almost there. I didn't want to pull out. I said 'you can take pills, baby', but she said no. It was just a word, but a big no. And her word is my command, Krish. I pulled out at the right moment and let out a groan. I lifted her up by my arm around her neck again and licked all around her shoulders, and back of her neck while shooting my huge cum load on the bed. Meera turned her head to me and kissed me while reaching for my dick with her right hand. She jerked me to let me ejaculate completely, and God, I lost my mind completely for a moment as she did it. She was so lovely. So aware of me. My needs.
We kissed long until my dick started losing its strength in her hand. And Meera smiled, still panting. She told me I was great. Her telling me that in her sweet voice made me fall in love with her, once again. 'You were great too, honey.' I said. And you know what she said? 'Sorry, I wasted your juice.' She said it with a giggle. I laughed too.
The bed was ruined by my cum, for sure. It might have dried up by the time you went to sleep in there, Krish. But you must have noticed it." Desai looked at me.
"Yeah, I had seen it," I admitted without thinking.
"I hope it didn't disturb you," Desai said.
"No, it didn't disturb me, Desai. I was well past that moment."
I said boldly. Desai looked at me with wide eyes.
"I know you can take anything. I'll tell you a bit more, just for the sake of being completely honest. After we settled our breaths, I asked Meera how our first night was. She said it was better than her original first night."
Desai, in the name of being honest, was pushing my limits. And I was getting used to being pushed to my limits. In fact, there was no limit.
"When we hit the bed after dinner, we lay in each other's arms and talked. It felt great, to be honest. There was no hurry to go back to having sex. We talked about random things. She asked me about the woman I met at Shimoga and then about how I had dealt with Maithrei. Meera was particularly curious to know if Maithrei is still trying to see me. We were also able to share a few jokes and laugh together before Meera suddenly remembered something and got up from the bed. She said she was just coming back and went out. I was slightly disappointed because I thought she was going back to you. I don't want to lie to you about here. I felt kinda jealous. I thought she would be in your bed doing all things she was doing with me an hour ago. I was crazy and hopeless." Desai laughed a little, having put himself into my shoes for a moment. It somewhat pleased me.
"I could not bear the curiosity so I decided to see what was happening. I followed her, quietly, and I found her standing outside your bedroom door. But she didn't knock on it. As I got behind her, she turned to me and told me she wanted to ensure that you were doing okay. 'He's alright,' she told me."
 
I was amazed. Meera had come to ensure that I was okay after she chose to spend the night with Desai. She still had concerns for the willing cuckold that was me.
 
"We went back to our room and slept. Meera asked me when was the last time I had sex. I told her the truth. It was on your anniversary. She smiled at me before turning off the light. Her beautiful smile is still in my mind. She asked if I was disappointed about not having sex again. 'No,' I said. 'I'm content with this moment that I'm holding you in my arms and I falling asleep. In fact, I don't want to sleep, because it would end the night, right?'
Meera touched me on the cheek and gave me a light kiss on my lips and moved closer, letting me hug her.
Her small kiss got me hopeful though; I have no shame to admit to you, Krish. I even told her, 'Krish has given us the freedom to sleep together again, I think he has given us his consent. He must be thrilled to sleep in the bed where we had sex an hour ago.' But Meera was not ready to bend. 'I know that,' She said. 'But I am too tired to go at it again, Susheel.'
There's no way I could disagree with her, Krish. And she said, 'Let's sleep now, Susheel. I love the warmth of being kept under the arms of my man after sex. It would make me feel loved and special.'
She was indeed special. I told her that as I put my arm around her. Meera settled in my embrace.
'Sleep, dear.' She smiled, 'you must sleep now. If you wake up on time, you can fancy a chance to use your morning energy. You know what I mean.'
I was overjoyed. She was hinting about getting it on again in the morning. I slept thrilled thinking about it. But, alas, I woke up late this morning!"
Desai smiled as he said that but I could see the disappointment on his face. I thought Meera's change of heart was because of a realisation that I had proceeded to sleep as if nothing happened. I wondered what she would have done if she saw me masturbating madly in my bed. Even the last bit of guilt would have been erased, and I was sure she would have spread her legs for Desai again without hesitation. The thought was unsettling.
 
"In the morning I opened my eyes only when she woke up me. She had taken her bath and looked gorgeous as ever. She even teased me about having lost interest in her. I was like, 'oh, no!'
You know how gorgeous she looks especially in the morning. She became my dream once again. To be honest, Krish, I wanted to grab her back into the bed. But she refused, saying the fantasy has ended. And she needed to go to the office."
Desai said and finished his drink to mark the end of his narration. He got up and excused to the washroom, saying he was aching to take a piss.
I too had been feeling the ache in my pants. But it wasn't going to ease until I shagged, I knew. It was strange that I was thinking about shagging instead of having sex with my wife. But I did not realise it.
 
Desai's driver came to pick him up at eleven, a bit earlier than told. He said Desai must leave early as the roads were damaged in many places due to the previous night's heavy rain.
"You should call Meera, Krish. Just to know she's alright." Desai suggested.
I was surprised at myself for such a thought hadn't crossed my mind until then.
I phoned Meera and she said she was alright.
"Did he leave?" She asked, without naming Desai.
"He's leaving," I said.
"What was he doing there till now?"
"Sleeping," I said. "He seems very tired. Didn't he sleep last night?"
My question made her giggle. "Krish, no!"
She warned.
I accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. At the airport, he hugged me.
"Thank you for accepting me, Krish. I wish our friendship lasts forever." He said and added, "you know my wish always comes true."
I knew that better than anyone. I had learnt it.
 
After his departure, his driver dropped me back at home. He asked me when would Desai return. "He never tells me in advance. He calls only at the last moment." He said.
I said I didn't know either.
 
He calls at the last moment. That's right. I said in my mind. When he smells the opportunity.
Though I smiled at the driver, I was already wondering when would be his next visit. 
Even though Desai had told me it was the best experience in his life, I was sure he wouldn't be dying with the memory of one night.
I knew he was going to come back.
I felt my body warm at the thought.
 
When I entered my house I straightaway went to the room Desai and Meera had slept overnight. I sat on the bed and ran my palm over the soft mattress. 
They slept in this bed. They hadn't had sex in the night for sure. But they had slept in each other's embrace for the rest of the night. Thinking about how comfortable and cosy they would've felt while falling asleep, I yet again felt my mind boiling with jealousy. 
Are they getting closer than they should?  What she would have thought when falling asleep in his arms?
I didn't like to continue thinking that way. So I got up from the bed and went out of the room.
I felt lonely again. In the back of my mind, I was still making visuals of what Desai had narrated to me in the morning.
I saw my wife writhing in sweet pain while getting her pussy filled by a huge cock. I was sure she wouldn't forget the experience for a long time. Probably she was thinking of it already, while at work.
I changed the bedsheet in my room and later changed the bedsheet in the other room. While removing the bedsheet I thoroughly checked it for stains. I felt embarrassed though, that I was looking for Desai's cum stains. I couldn't find anything. I then checked Meera's saree in the clothing bin. I also noticed her underskirt, blouse and bra in it.
Her favourite bra! I pressed it to my face and tried to get her small. Visuals of Desai's greedy lips and mouth on her beautiful, soft breasts came to my mind. I remembered how Desai spoke about the 'M' shape of her ass and the 'W' shape of her breasts that he got to witness while getting his dick sucked by her.
"Oh, my Meera!"
I exhaled and rubbed my crotch. It was hard and in pain.
I longed for her. I wanted Meera in my arms right away. There was no escape from the desire. I sat on the couch with her blouse and bra in my left hand and my fully erect cock in my right. I started jerking it slowly as if I didn't want to do it. But my pretence lasted a few minutes only, and I was soon promising myself 'one last time' while jerking it nonstop.
I came soon, and I made sure it landed all over her precious clothes.
 
It was only after relieving myself I started contemplating the previous night. Even though Desai had told me more than once that he was being honest, I knew I could not believe him completely. I was sure he must have hidden something from me. If Meera had been satisfied like the way he mentioned, there would have been moments capable to upset me. Moments that would put our relationship to the test. But Desai would have been wary that revealing such details would dent his chance of getting laid in future. He only wanted to please me. He wanted to make me believe that everything was awesome and that I didn't need to change anything.
I could smell this from his behaviour but I could not pinpoint the moment when he hid details from me. What if he had whispered to her that he loved her, and she responded with a reply 'I love you too'? I didn't want to think that way but such thoughts were always there.
 
Even though the extent of pleasure Desai claimed he had given to my wife in bed made me worry a bit too much, I found happiness in the fact that Meera had said no to Desai in the later part of the previous night. I felt it was evidence of the fact that Meera hadn't surrendered wholly to his manliness. She still had the power to resist him.
As Desai said, she had the power to control him. I found solace in that.
But at the same time, Desai’s claim that she would have had sex with him in the morning had he woke up a bit earlier worried me. I was confused by the promise made by Meera.
I decided that I would ask Meera about it. But I was not going to do it right away, as I didn't want to tell her that Desai had told me everything about the night.
 
For the rest of the day, I waited for Meera's return. When she finally returned, she looked tired but still caught me captive with her alluring beauty. I wanted to embrace and cuddle her. She was my wife. My heartthrob.
She didn't fail to notice my smile.
"What are you smiling at, dear hubby?" She asked, picking up the water bottle from the dining table.
"Nothing," I said, my smile intact. "Can't I even look at my wife?"
Meera smiled and took a sip from the bottle. I noticed how her lips got wet. Meera was watching me while drinking water. She took the apparent last sip from the bottle and nodded at me.
"You were waiting for me all day. How did it go?"
"I missed you, baby."
I said and took her hand in mine. She gave in, holding the bottle in the other.
"Did you miss me last night?"
"You have no idea."
Meera smirked, "I do have an idea. Open your mouth." She said and moved closer. She took a quick sip from the water bottle. I opened my mouth without knowing what she meant. Meera put her palm under my chin and pressed her thumb and index finger to either cheek to make me open my mouth a bit more. And then she spat the water into my mouth!
I was stunned. And the next moment her lips were on mine. I barely got the time to swallow the water before we were kissing.
"I missed you too, Krish. All this day." Meera whispered as our lips took a break from kissing, and I was elevated. She pushed me further into a frenzy by reaching down for my erection with her hand. I was hard in a second.
"Take me, Krish. Make me yours again." I heard her.
A minute later, we were in our bed, lying across it. It seemed she wouldn't mind spoiling her formals. I almost ripped them before slowing down to take them off carefully. But the moment her top was gone I didn't pause at all as I started kissing over her bra. She pulled its pads upward to free her breasts. Her nipples were erect. I remembered every word Desai told me about the beauty of her bosoms.
"These sweet melons are mine, again, aren't they, baby?" I asked.
"I'm always yours, baby." She placed her palm across my face and caressed my chin. Her eyes were dreamy. She was lovely. I moved forward and kissed her lipstick-clad lips again. 
"But you were someone else's for one whole night yesterday, weren't you?" I asked.
"He was my husband, yesterday." Her eyes shone.
"How was your first night?" I asked.
"It was great."
"Was it better than our first night?"
"No," her reply was quick.
There she was! She was lying.
I had caught my wife lying to me, and my heart sunk. I couldn't look see her eyes again and I went down kissing her torso. When I reached her belly I felt her palm over my head. I went further down, pulling down her pants along with.
Soon, I saw her pink lips waiting for me, as she parted her legs slightly.
"But the sex was great." I heard Meera saying.
"What?" 
"The sex with Desai yesterday was better than ours on our first night."
I looked up in disbelief.
"But you said...."
She smiled and played with my hair. 
"You are my love baby! I love you. There's nothing greater than that." She said and then added. "Our first night was our beginning; nothing can replace the anticipation and experience it brought to us, right?"
"Yes..." I said, quickly realising one thing. I was the whole package who completed her life. And Desai was there only for sex.
The thought reversed the shock she had given me a minute ago. Meera spread her legs wider and I pressed my mouth between them. Meera let it a moan.
"Aaah... Krish. You know I've been dreaming of this, the whole day." 
Her words were simply a catalyst as I began eating her pussy madly. I couldn't forget how Desai had told me about drilling it with his monster dick. But it only made me lick even more aggressively. I darted my tongue between her dark lips, making Meera moan louder.
Meera returned the favour soon by getting on her knees and elbows between my legs. I was naked and kneeling on the bed. As Meera lifted my dick and guided it into her mouth, I couldn't help but notice the 'M' shape of her ass. I couldn't see the 'W' shape of her breasts from the top. Meera sucked me a few times before bringing my right hand behind her head. She wanted me to hold her head and fuck her mouth.
She wanted me to exact Desai.
And her action was making me compare myself with Desai. I noticed how she was taking most of my length into her mouth. I held behind her head and pushed a little more. Her lips almost touched the skin on my pubic area. This time I had no hair there to annoy her. But I knew I was no match to what Desai had given her already. My heartbeats were rising due to a sense of unknown anxiety. They remained at a higher pace throughout the remaining session, even when I saw Meera grabbing my dick and guiding it into her pussy. I went in smoothly and disappeared into her wet pussy. 
Meera hugged me and kissed me, asking me to fuck her nonstop. I did try, but I knew I was no Desai. I imagined how she would have cried out of pleasure when Desai's dick split her pussy lips. I remembered his words. I remembered how he mentioned Meera was in awe seeing the size of his balls. His balls, 'filled with juice which I am going to give to you soon'.
And I knew I was not carrying a lot of juice in my balls. For once, I regretted shagging all day. But it was of no use, as I came soon, with a suppressed groan. I made sure I pulled out though and spurted a few drops on her belly.
It was ten per cent of what I had produced in the whole day.
"What happened to you, Krish?"
Meera asked, struggling to contain the disappointment in her voice.
"Too much excitement, baby." I gasped.
Meera looked at me for a moment and lay back on the bed. I grabbed a cloth and wiped her belly clean.
Meera lay still for a few seconds and then nodded. "I can understand." Her smile brought back the charm on her face.
She got up and went to shower.
 
In the night she told me Desai had phoned her in the evening.
"He asked me if I was okay. He was sad that he didn't get a chance to say bye."
"Does he have any plan to visit us again?"
I asked without thinking. Meera looked at me.
"Don't invite him, please Krish."
"You said it was great."
"So?" She asked.
I wanted to know what was in her mind.
"Are you sure I shouldn't invite him again?"
"Krish, please. No."
The more she pleaded, the more I felt sad. I knew why she was saying no. Because she knew she would enjoy it again. Perhaps she didn't want to get addicted to Desai's manliness. She wanted to remain my lovely wife.
Her desperation to keep away from Desai reiterated the impact of Desai had on her.
"I was just kidding, baby." I reached for her hands. "I have no plan to repeat it."
 
I later asked her if she had sex with Desai after dinner. 
"I was wondering when would you ask about it. What do you think?"
"I think..." I looked into her eyes with a mischievous grin and decided to tease her. "I don't think Desai would waste such an opportunity."
Meera smiled. "And what about me? Did you think I would do it?"
"You had said that you wouldn't. So the chance is less."
Meera was pleased.
"We didn't have sex. I chose to sleep with him only to stop him from driving drunk. Also, I was confident that he wouldn't force me if I didn't want to. But at one point I felt bad for disappointing him so I promised him some fun, maybe, in the morning. But he was sleeping when I woke up. When he woke up he wanted me. But I said 'I would have done it if you had woken up in the morning before I left your bed. Now, I am up and gone back to my husband and I cannot cheat on him.' He respected my stand."
Her explanation made me believe that she hadn't been seduced by Desai completely.
I ended up swallowing all my worries.
 
The following night too, I couldn't live up to the expectation in bed as I finished early. As I lay spent on the bed next to her, I asked her if she was disappointed that I couldn't give her great sex as Desai did. 
"Don't compare you with him, Krish. That won't be good. You have a special place in my heart, no matter how great the sex with him is. I have no qualms about admitting how I loved it absolutely. It was our combined fantasy, wasn't it? My only regret was that I had baked the cake for you, and I was waiting for you but I ended up letting Desai enjoy most of the cake and me. He stole your day. But no worries, I'm here, for you."
I was pleased with her words.
"I wanted to know one thing, though. Did you shag while I was in the bedroom with him?"
"No, but I came in my pants." I went with the truth.
Meera smiled.
"You have become, you know, a proper cuckold, haven't you? You are loving it."
My heart skipped a beat hearing that word from her. She had teased me in the past too, calling me 'cucky husband' on a light note. But here, she was branding me.
"Are you loving it?" I asked.
Meera evaded the question with a smile.
"When are you planning to get your wife fucked again, gentleman?"
She asked.
I knew she was teasing me.
"Do you want to sleep with him again?" I asked. Meera pushed me away, saying she was joking. "Don't stretch it too far."
 
The nights that followed weren't any different in bed for me. One night, in particular, was the lowest of it. She was itching for some fun and I ate her pussy for long enough to bring her close to an orgasm. But by the time she parted her legs to receive my manhood, I had leaked it without touching me.
"Didn't I tell you I have a problem?" I asked. "I should see a doctor."
Meera pushed me away. "You moron. Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm overexcited, baby," I said apologetically. 
"Don't feel bad about it." She hugged me back. "I love you no matter what, Krish."
I felt better at the moment. But later I realised that her act of consoling me was a way of her acknowledging and validating that I had a problem.
 
All these events eventually led me to frustration. Normally our adventure shit always resulted in better sex between us. But after this particular night, my mind and body were weighed down by Desai's superiority in bed. I didn't know how to overcome it. It was not something I was ready to discuss with Meera. One day I decided to consult a sexologist. I took the appointment at a Sexual & Marital Health clinic. I went to the clinic on time but I didn't cross the gate. I was not ready to discuss my intimate worries with anyone.
I decided that I would better give it some time to settle down my bad thoughts. 
It will heal with time. My heart told me.
I returned home without meeting the doctor.
 
After two weeks, Meera attended a conference in New Delhi. It was rare for her to travel for the professional requirement. She departed on Wednesday evening and returned on Friday. 
It started as a bad experience for me. I kept thinking about Meera and Desai meeting in Delhi and spending the night together. I knew it was wrong to doubt Meera like that. At the night I couldn't find sleep. I phoned Meera and she was resting in her hotel suite. It didn't help me though. I saw vivid visuals of Meera's face pinned down to the softness of her bed while she holding her bum raised for subjecting herself to the deep penetration by Desai. I lay naked in my bed and jerked nonstop. I was astonished that my erection was not showing any signs of tiredness even after long masturbation. I slept a happy man that night.
When I woke up in the morning, I thought if the fantasy was real. I ended up video-calling Desai from my office to confirm. And I saw him sitting in his office at Shimoga. It was the first time I was making the video call after his eventful visit to Pune. We had talked many times on the phone due to professional needs though.
I was slowly learning to understand what is real and what is fantasy. There was no need to worry about him.
When Meera returned from Delhi, I didn't hurry. In the night we had a couple of drinks together and she talked in detail about her trip. Later when we hit our bed, I didn't take her clothes off. The light was on, and so were the stars in her eyes. I saw her lips quivering as I pushed my dick into her pussy roughly, and she let out a moan. I moved slowly and distinctly, deriving pleasure out of my every movement. I looked down to see my dick covered by a thin layer of her juice, going in and out of her. Eventually, she asked me to up the pace.
It was a night of ultimate satisfaction for me as I witnessed Meera crying with pleasure. I came inside her, intentionally because I knew she was safe.
"That was great. Which doctor did you consult?" Meera asked when we regained our normal breath.
I laughed.
 
I felt it was a new beginning as I had found a new way to enjoy life. I had won back my lost confidence in bed.
 
 
One day, Sadashiv's wife Parvati phoned and asked me where she could meet me. I went to her house in the evening. She politely said she would have come to meet me. I said it was okay.
She wanted my help to find a job for her daughter Nidhi. 
Nidhi had just finished her post-graduation, while the result was still being awaited. I thought Parvati was hoping for a job for her daughter in the same place where her husband had worked. 
I phoned Desai for his advice.
"You can create an opportunity, Krish. Your office deserves a front desk with a young employee."
I liked the idea but I thought a post-graduate would be overqualified for a front desk job.
"No one is overqualified for any job until they have job experience, Krish. If you think she can do better, you can assign more tasks for her. You are the boss, boss," Desai said.
I phoned Parvati and asked if Nidhi was willing to take up the job at the company her dad was working for. Parvati responded emotionally, saying she'd be forever grateful. 
 
The next day, a girl with a petite figure walked into my office. It was Nidhi. Wearing a shirt and pants she looked perfect for any front office.
It was the first time I was meeting her. She told me she had seen me once though, during her dad's funeral. I hadn't noticed her then. I invited her into my office and briefed her. I told her that it's a job created for her and so the nature of the tasks she needed to carry out would be improvised regularly.  Nidhi was smart enough to understand what I was briefing in one go, and I was surprised that she was a girl who didn't have experience in any office before. I assumed it might be because of the generation gap because honestly, I thought I wouldn't have managed to grasp it so well if I were of her age.
Parvati phoned me that evening and told me she and the soul of Sadashiv would be grateful to me for the help. She was planning to take her mother-in-law for heart surgery and for that she needed financial support, and Nidhi's job was her only way forward.
I said I was glad that I could help her in need.
 
Even though I was constantly in touch with Desai, he was again following a restrained approach like earlier; he rarely asked me anything about Meera.
However, one day Meera came home and told me Desai had phoned to tell her that he was keen to introduce her to a few of his acquaintances. It was perhaps Meera's Delhi trip that turned Desai's attention towards her professional life again. He wanted to introduce Meera to a few businessmen in Pune, who he thought were potential investors. Meera arranged for her team to hold exclusive meetings with the men. A few of them invested but none brought in large investments as Desai was expecting.
"Perhaps the timing is not right," he rued.
 
Meera later told me that one of the men who did not invest was Piyush Kumar whom we had met earlier during our resort trip with Desai. I had a slight memory of him. I could understand Desai's disappointment as even his close friend had refused to invest.
 
Another day, Meera told me Desai had given a hint about turning himself into an investor. He claimed he had broken ties with all investment firms in Pune. But he was ready to make an exception for Meera.
For me, it was not good news. I felt it would only help Desai become more available for Meera. It would be easier for him to meet her. He could even meet her in my absence which was less of a probability until then.
I believed the more of Desai was alarming. But I was unsure about conveying my insecurity to Meera. I secretly dreaded the day when Desai landed in Pune and invited Meera to his hotel suite for a 'meeting'. I was sure it would be a matter of time before their business meeting turned into something else.
One day, as I had been anticipating, Desai landed in Pune. Meera phoned me in the evening.
"Desai is in town. He's inviting me for a coffee."
My heart sank.
Is it going to be the next event?
"And?" I asked, holding my breath.
"And what? I want you to come with me. This meeting, it's not with my team but me only."
I literally beamed with joy, out of relief, that Meera didn't want to meet him alone. But I would later laugh at myself because my presence in no way guaranteed that Desai wouldn't bang my wife. But it was not something I was worried about.
 
We met Desai at a cafe. He was wearing his signature suit and carrying his businessman attitude. I could not believe he was the guy who had slept with my wife twice in the past four months. He looked so professional.
"I have decided after a lot of contemplation," Desai said after exchanging pleasantries. "I am ready to put my money where your team suggests. A lot of my old friends here would be disappointed. But I'll do it for you."
"You should have phoned me before landing, Susheel," Meera said. She spoke with her eyes fixed on him.
Desai shook his head. "I have a flight to catch in two hours, but I still chose to meet you because it is worth it. It won't be a surprise to Krish too, that meeting you and sitting in a cafe like this, looking into your eyes, is worth more than anything I've done today. Only I know how much I missed you for the past few weeks. It's just a few minutes, Meera. But it makes me so happy."
He was lost in her eyes. And she was lost in his words.
"Okay, Romeo." Meera nodded with a smile. "But I wanted to tell you that I have also decided after a lot of contemplation."
I was already surprised by what she was going to say. She went on.
"The thing is that I can't have a professional association with you. It's nice of you that you tried to help me without even asking. But this is something else. I can't have you in my professional life... because of... whatever you call what has happened between us. You being an investor, I mean a heavyweight investor, we can't be equal. There's obviously going to be inequality of your power over mine. And I don't like it. So you are not welcome to invest through my company, not through me. It would have been fantastic until a few months ago, but not anymore."
Desai was stunned; so was I.
 
I could understand what she was saying. She wanted to remain socially equal to him.
Meera's decision to sacrifice Desai's business in order to keep her relationship with him intact made me wonder about the value of that relationship. It was certain that she wanted to keep it, even at the expense of losing a good investment opportunity.
Does it mean she valued Desai more than her career success?
Even though her career wasn't dependent on Desai's investment in any way, she could have easily opted for it now and later limited him outside her bedroom. But she chose to keep the personal relationship over the professional one.
And the fact that her personal relationship with Desai had already turned into something else made it obvious that she was keen on enjoying great sex with him in future too.
 
"I respect your decision," Desai said with a pleasant smile. I thought he was also seeing the underlying fact behind her decision.
"You could have told me before you flew down. I had already made up my mind, Susheel." Meera said softly.
"It's okay. What you've told me is actually worth hearing in person. And you've chosen to tell me this in front of Krish makes me understand the level of confidence you guys have in me, I mean, to let me continue being part of your personal life. If you had given me an option to choose between earning wealth and your friendship, you already know what I would choose."
 
We talked for half an hour. Most of the talk was between me and Desai. Desai had a flight to catch, as he was heading to Chandigarh. His friend's daughter was getting married there.
"Your friend's daughters have now started getting married!" Meera teased him and he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'm still looking for a bride."
"I'll try to find one among my friends," Meera said. "The demands are the same right? Should be already married, having a wonderful and very liberal husband, and a special liking for adventure, right?"
Desai laughed aloud this time. I feared others would notice their conversation that was taking a familiar turn.
"You never fail to fry me like a piece of chicken," Desai said.
Meera hit back, "You never give me a chance to stop."
"Well, have you found someone who can meet those criteria?" I asked.
Desai smiled at me and then looked at Meera.
"I have found only one, in my entire life."
Meera looked at me, "he's talking about your wife, dude. The day is not far when he will ask you to do him a big favour; to let him marry me."
Even though it was obvious that she was merely joking about it, the fact that such a thought had somehow crossed her mind made me struggle to laugh at that joke.
A big favour- to let him marry her!
I could only force a grin.
 
We accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. I shook hands with him and said goodbye. Meera waited for her turn and then gave him a light formal hug.
"See you soon, darling." She said. "Sorry to see you leave without getting a game." She was teasing him blatantly.
"She's trying to make me desperate, Krish," Desai told me. "Please tell her that I'm always desperate. And the next time I'm gonna do what I do when I'm desperate. It's gonna be a sight you'll enjoy a lot, dude."
The blatant way he told me how he would screw my wife in bed made my heart skip a few beats. I felt a sense of heat spreading through my body. I was pretty hard by the time Desai disappeared to the boarding counter.
I was sure both Meera and Desai were also feeling the heat of similar emotions.
It was close to one month since they had sex. But there was no hurry from Desai's side to do it again despite knowing my passive stance. I felt he was trying to limit his availability for her.
And I knew Desai doesn't do things without a reason. It looked like Desai was no more trying to enjoy a few nights of sexual pleasure with my wife.
 
The writing was on the wall. I was seeing it. But I didn't have the wisdom to read it carefully.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
 
 
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