05-09-2022, 02:02 AM
Chapter 34 continues…
When I returned after two hours, I saw Nidhi in a better state. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She later came to brief me about a couple of calls she had received in my absence. When she finished and got up to leave, she spent a moment gathering her thought.
“I am sorry for what I did, Krish sir. I shouldn’t have been wise. I can’t face you now and can’t stop thinking about what you would be thinking of me. It is so embarrassing.”
She said.
I asked her to sit down. Nidhi looked at me, hesitating to sit down.
“Sit down first, Nidhi. I told you it’s alright.” I went on after she sat down. “I thought we were much closer than being an employer and employee. But sometimes we end up doing things that make us think no level of proximity is enough to share enough details. I would love to share with you one such incident I had a few weeks ago. It’s something I wouldn’t have shared with you before his noon. A few weeks ago I was having a fun chat with my wife about her fantasies…I mean sexual fantasies, she told me she would love to make out in our car. That too not at our residential parking. On a public place, to be precise. I was, you know, very thrilled at her revelation. We were on our way back home and the time was like seven o’clock. So I decided that why not do it. She was so scared. I was equally scared but our emotions at a certain level of excitement make us overlook everything else. So I parked the car and started making out. But we were shit-scared.”
Nidhi was listening carefully, and a smile was blossoming on her lips. I waited for a moment and went on. “Why I am telling you about this is just to remind you that what you have done might offend you, but not me. I am not the person to see wrong in this. So stop apologising to me.”
“But I spoilt your car.”
Nidhi said.
“You did not. I checked the seat; it was alright. There was just a piece of evidence which I have thrown out. There is nothing to worry about, Nidhi. You can trust me.”
Nidhi let out a sigh. She began to say something but didn’t say it. She just pulled her both lips into her mouth to bite down a smile.
“And I am glad that you used protection. I would say you were wise.”
This time Nidhi looked straight into my eyes, letting me lock hers with mine. There was a sense of disbelief in her eyes.
“You seem okay now,” I said.
“I am okay, now.” She said. “You are unbelievable, Krish sir.”
“Was it your first time with him?” I asked.
“It was my first time with anyone.” She said. I noticed that her chin was slightly up as she said that. As if her confidence was back.
“Oh, then I think I should repeat my first question. How did it go?”
She smiled at me before replying. “It was good.”
We stared at each other and laughed together.
When she left I could not stop thinking about her smile. On her birthday she had given her boyfriend a blowjob. And today, she had sex with him. I imagined her lying in my car’s rear seat and closing her eyes while her pussy lips getting parted to accommodate the whole length of her boyfriend’s dick.
I was becoming jealous. Not because she had sex with her boyfriend. But because she had the pleasure of having sex in a car. I had tried to live that pleasure but I had failed it.
I wondered how a girl with no previous experience managed to pull off that with her boyfriend in her first attempt. I felt I shouldn’t have held back with Meera the other day. I would have pulled off that.
Suddenly something came to my mind.
CCTV camera!
There were a couple of CCTV cameras installed at the underground parking. One of them was placed at the lonely corner where my car was parked. The visual of that corner was not pinned on the multiple-display screen in my office, because I was the only one who parked the car over there. Out of curiosity I checked the cameras on the panel and found that the CCTV camera at the parking was found running.
My heartbeat was high even before I switched the camera visuals and brought the visuals from the parking CCTV camera on the screen. I saw my car. The view was from the back side of the car at the right corner.
I already knew I had the visual. For once I felt I was doing the wrong thing. But I was not going to stop myself from having a look.
I ran the recording and started watching it from the time Nidhi had taken the car key from me.
I saw Sundeep standing next to my car even before Nidhi came. I skipped a few seconds forward impatiently. When I resumed playing the recording, I saw Nidhi standing right in front of him and talking. She was holding out something to him. He took it and pressed it. My car’s parking lights blinked. He had unlocked my car. They spent talking for a few more seconds, and I noticed both were suddenly looking around. I assumed that they were checking if anybody was watching them.
Sundeep then opened the back door and touched Nidhi’s arm. She looked around again and then got in. Sundeep took another look at the surroundings and followed her. The door was closed the next moment.
I ran the zoom-in button to get a closer visual of my car. And I did see them sitting inside the car, through the rear glass. And they were already kissing. Only their heads were visible. I did not have a clear view of them kissing, but I could see him tilting his head on her face and it was an easy guess that he was kissing her.
And then he put his arm around her shoulder. He bent forward further, probably kissing her neck.
After a few seconds, they parted, and Nidhi looked around through the windshield. Before I could start anticipating her next move, her head sank into his lap!
“Oh my goodness!”
I said in my mind. Nidhi was giving him a quick head. I saw Sundeep leaning back on the seat and caressing her hair. Nidhi’s hand came up and stopped him. Perhaps she didn’t want him to spoil her hair.
I thought she was being careful.
A minute later she sat up and smiled at him. They were saying something. Nidhi laughed and shook her head. Sundeep leaned forward and kissed her suddenly. Nidhi back off but not before his lips met hers. He was pushing his body forward and both their heads went down to the seat. I lost view of them both for a few seconds. I could guess he was getting on top of her, probably enjoying her breasts. I had noticed the wrinkles on her otherwise neatly kept top when she returned from the parking earlier. Her young and firm breasts came to my mind and I felt a desire to see them in real.
Sundeep sat up on the seat but Nidhi still lay on the seat. I saw Sundeep’s hands working on her; I could not see what exactly. I only needed to wait a few seconds. He lifted her legs onto his shoulder and then I saw him removing her pants.
He was quick.
He removed it from her legs one by one and then kissed her calf on the right leg. I watched with bated breath as his lips descended along her leg. He went only halfway down before sitting up and then I saw him pulling up something else. Her panty.
It looked like a blue one. Perhaps I was wrong.
I saw Sundeep having a close look at her panty and Nidhi was quick to snatch it from him. Only her legs were in my view. But I knew Sundeep was having the view he wanted, between her split legs. Her virgin pussy.
I wished his head went down between her legs and let her feel the pleasure of a man’s tongue on her coveted pleasure spot. But Sundeep was doing something else. He was adjusting himself between her legs, by kneeling on the seat. I could see his shoulders now. I thought he was dropping his pants to his thighs. He brought something to his mouth and tried to tear it open. He succeeded in it after a couple of pulls with his hand and spit out the torn part aside. And he remained still for a few seconds, with his both hands working at his crotch. He was wearing a condom.
One thing was sure. He had come up with a plan to screw his girl. Nidhi’s lack of resistance made it evident that she too was ready for it. Probably they had spoken about it beforehand. Probably they had sensed the opportunity when I had lent them my car on the previous date. So this whole thing was a planned one.
I remembered Nidhi nervously making an excuse earlier.
“When he said we could just stay here, it’s a good spot…”
It was bullshit. The girl knew she was going to have it.
Sundeep leaned forward and Nidhi’s right leg was pressed on the backrest. With her left foot being beyond my visual, I guessed that her legs were properly split to welcome him. Sundeep was leaning forward and then working on it. And then his head went down, disappearing from my view. I could only see Nidhi’s right foot. And my eyes desperately tried to catch the movement of it. It remained still for a few seconds, making me stop blinking and my heartbeats peak in anticipation of the inevitable moment of her virgin pussy being invaded by a man’s cock for the first time.
I could not stop my hand from touching my dick under the desk. It was hard like a rock.
The next moment I spotted a stretching movement on her solitary foot, and I knew that was it. The next moment Sundeep’s head was up, back in my view, and he started moving slowly.
I could not even blink.
He had started fucking her. Her virgin pussy was starting to get the feel of his erect manhood and probably getting adjusted to its length and girth. I wondered if she was feeling the pain of the first time sex. I wished I could hear her voice. Probably she would have cried a little. I thought.
Sundeep soon caught pace, fucking her quickly. Nishi’s feet kept shaking each time he pushed his body forward. There was no sign of subtlety. It was a quick fucking session, probably due to the circumstances. Sneaking in and making out in the backseat of someone else’s car in the parking lot of an office complex was too risky to have leisurely sex. It was time for the bare minimum sex. It was a moment when the bare minimum would give the maximum thrill.
And the fucking session didn’t go more than two minutes.
I was beginning to be disappointed as I saw him back off and take a breather. I thought it was the end but I then saw Nidhi turning around and allowing Sundeep to get in position behind her. I could see the side of her naked butt for a fraction of a second as she knelt on the seat. Sundeep quickly moved behind her and started pushing in, almost bending over her due to the lack of height inside the car. The show lasted a few seconds before she hurried to finish. As soon as he pulled out, Nidhi sat down on the seat and I saw her laughing and looking around. I didn’t know whether it was the pleasure of sex or the relief of pulling off the act in such a risky place that was making her happy. Both were quick to pull their clothes back in place. I saw Sundeep slowly removing the used rubber and I saw both of them laughing together. Maybe a couple of jokes, I guessed. I couldn’t see where he discarded the rubber. He had taken care not to leave the evidence in the car or even outside it, but he had already dropped a big piece of evidence when he tore the condom wrap in the beginning.
Nidhi was seen wiping her face but when Sundeep leaned forward to kiss her, she kissed back him willingly. Her responses were more positive now. Perhaps having her first experience had made her feel more loved and thus such a reaction.
When they both got out of the car, Nidhi was aware of the wrinkles on her clothes. She tried to remove the wrinkles by pulling at the edges and checking her reflection on the windshield of the car.
I switched off the video as I saw them parting ways, and leaned back on my chair.
I was hard and thrilled for having watched it.
For once I wondered if I should tell Nidhi about it to see her reaction and then decided against it. She was already ashamed of it just because I had found out, and I didn’t want to make her feel worse.
However, the next time I saw Nidhi I could not stop watching her secretly. My eyes flew from one part of her body to another and took secret pleasure in going back in memory to replay what I had seen on the video. And eventually, before the end of the day, I ended up closing my door and watching the video once again, this time jerking my dick along with it. I had become a pervert.
And it would repeat in the days that followed. More than the fun of watching a girl having sex with her boyfriend in the car, I was seduced by the event of her having sex in my car. I tried to imagine myself in place of Sundeep and Meera in place of Nidhi. It was a fabulous dream.
One day Meera told me Piyush wanted to host dinner for her.
“He’s impressed by our services. He wants to thank me.”
“Just you?” I asked. “He must be thankful to the whole company.”
“Well he has invited the whole company,” Meera said. “Me, you and Desai.”
When I said the whole company I was referring to the company she worked for and helped Piyush’s money grow at an impressive rate. But as I learned Piyush planned to include Desai too, it was the moment I had been waiting for.
Desai was coming. My wife’s sex machine was coming back. It was supposed to be a social evening but I knew the dinner wouldn’t end the night for us.
“What is Desai's role in it? Piyush wants to thank him too?”
I asked, without showing my excitement.
“Desai was the reason how Piyush found my company. So he’s got a valid reason.” Meera said.
I phoned Piyush and acknowledged his invitation. He said he’s added another friend of his to the dinner and asked for my permission.
“I have no issues meeting new people, Piyush,” I said.
The next day when I spoke to Desai from the office he mentioned the dinner.
“I have booked the evening flight to Pune.” He said. “I’m not sure about the return flight. I thought I should ask you and Meera first.”
I knew why he wanted to ask me and Meera about his return journey.
“What are your options?” I asked.
“There’s a flight past midnight. I can catch it straight after dinner. And then the other option is in the morning.”
I took a deep breath and then spoke. I knew the underlying tone of this conversation was to convey whether I was ready with the idea of my wife sleeping with him after dinner.
“Are you seeing the dinner as the last event of the night?” I asked.
“I don’t want to,” Desai said.
“Then you can come home along with us. After the dinner.”
“Are you looking forward?”
He asked again. I thought I heard a giggle from the other end.
“As much as you are.”
That was how I told him that I was perfectly okay with it.
With that my life had joined a path that was crystal clear. I was going to welcome Desai and allow him to sleep with my wife without any room for surprises and twists. Everything was spoken about. Meera and I had never been at peace with such a situation in the past.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, everything looked normal in my eyes.
Being cuckold had become normal. There was no shame in being a cuckold.
Or I thought so.
That day when I reached home Meera was busy in the kitchen. I spent a few minutes in front of the door of my bedroom. I could already imagine myself standing in front of that door in a few days, and I knew I was going to hear Meera moaning with pleasure. I was going to keep my ear close to the hole I had drilled in the door. I could even hear her from the hall if she became too loud. I was thrilled beyond belief.
The dinner was three nights away. For those three days, I could not stop thinking about it. It didn’t matter whether I was at the workplace or home, the Saturday night was always at the back of my mind. And my dick had made it a habit to become hard every time I thought about it. My masturbation addiction was increasing. I found myself visiting the bathroom at regular intervals whenever I was alone at my office. At night when I went to bed, I did not try to engage Meera in any type of sexual activity. I hoped that it would make her desperate. I wanted her to be desperate like a bitch and beg him to fuck her mouth. I kept dreaming about her slurping his cum from the tip of his dick. My dreams were becoming dirtier.
Eventually, Saturday arrived. The dinner night arrived.
The restaurant was fifteen kilometres from our place. I chose to wear a navy blue shirt and cream pants. I got ready quickly and waited in the hall for Meera. I didn’t mind her taking long for getting ready. I wanted her to look at her best, and make Desai wish he could bang her right away.
The fact that I knew the outcome of this night was making it too hot for me to handle. It was probably for the first time in a long time that I knew the future of the night. I was so ready for it. I stood at the open door of the other room and had a look at the bed. That was, probably, the bed where my Meera was going to spread her legs for him. She would make crazy sounds while getting fucked hard by his monster dick. I wondered if I could hear the sound of her sucking his dick. There was a moment when I wished I had bigger holes in the door.
When Meera got ready for dinner, finally, it was a sight to behold as always.
She was wearing a burgundy off-shoulder dress with short sleeves. The dress as she always preferred exposed the beauty of her neck and shoulders with no ornaments. The neckline of the dress was wide enough to tease a good amount of her cleavage. The short sleeves only served as a barrier, making the look aesthetically appealing, because otherwise, her long naked arms seemed an extension of the glowing skin of her shoulders. The dress looked fit around her hip and then had a flared hem that ended just above her knees. The legs, especially the rightly plump calves were a sight capable of waking up anyone’s dark fantasies. I could already imagine Desai lifting her legs to his face and kissing around her calves while positioning his body between them.
Meera smiled at me.
“How do I look?”
Her lips with light pink lipstick were a joy to look at. I knew they would taste delicious. But I knew I was not going to be the man who would taste it.
“You look like an angel.”
Meera walked over to me and looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you dreaming about anything?”
I smiled. But I did not look away. We looked at each other for a long moment and kept smiling.
We both knew what we were going to do. And it was awesome.
Chapter to be continued…
When I returned after two hours, I saw Nidhi in a better state. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She later came to brief me about a couple of calls she had received in my absence. When she finished and got up to leave, she spent a moment gathering her thought.
“I am sorry for what I did, Krish sir. I shouldn’t have been wise. I can’t face you now and can’t stop thinking about what you would be thinking of me. It is so embarrassing.”
She said.
I asked her to sit down. Nidhi looked at me, hesitating to sit down.
“Sit down first, Nidhi. I told you it’s alright.” I went on after she sat down. “I thought we were much closer than being an employer and employee. But sometimes we end up doing things that make us think no level of proximity is enough to share enough details. I would love to share with you one such incident I had a few weeks ago. It’s something I wouldn’t have shared with you before his noon. A few weeks ago I was having a fun chat with my wife about her fantasies…I mean sexual fantasies, she told me she would love to make out in our car. That too not at our residential parking. On a public place, to be precise. I was, you know, very thrilled at her revelation. We were on our way back home and the time was like seven o’clock. So I decided that why not do it. She was so scared. I was equally scared but our emotions at a certain level of excitement make us overlook everything else. So I parked the car and started making out. But we were shit-scared.”
Nidhi was listening carefully, and a smile was blossoming on her lips. I waited for a moment and went on. “Why I am telling you about this is just to remind you that what you have done might offend you, but not me. I am not the person to see wrong in this. So stop apologising to me.”
“But I spoilt your car.”
Nidhi said.
“You did not. I checked the seat; it was alright. There was just a piece of evidence which I have thrown out. There is nothing to worry about, Nidhi. You can trust me.”
Nidhi let out a sigh. She began to say something but didn’t say it. She just pulled her both lips into her mouth to bite down a smile.
“And I am glad that you used protection. I would say you were wise.”
This time Nidhi looked straight into my eyes, letting me lock hers with mine. There was a sense of disbelief in her eyes.
“You seem okay now,” I said.
“I am okay, now.” She said. “You are unbelievable, Krish sir.”
“Was it your first time with him?” I asked.
“It was my first time with anyone.” She said. I noticed that her chin was slightly up as she said that. As if her confidence was back.
“Oh, then I think I should repeat my first question. How did it go?”
She smiled at me before replying. “It was good.”
We stared at each other and laughed together.
When she left I could not stop thinking about her smile. On her birthday she had given her boyfriend a blowjob. And today, she had sex with him. I imagined her lying in my car’s rear seat and closing her eyes while her pussy lips getting parted to accommodate the whole length of her boyfriend’s dick.
I was becoming jealous. Not because she had sex with her boyfriend. But because she had the pleasure of having sex in a car. I had tried to live that pleasure but I had failed it.
I wondered how a girl with no previous experience managed to pull off that with her boyfriend in her first attempt. I felt I shouldn’t have held back with Meera the other day. I would have pulled off that.
Suddenly something came to my mind.
CCTV camera!
There were a couple of CCTV cameras installed at the underground parking. One of them was placed at the lonely corner where my car was parked. The visual of that corner was not pinned on the multiple-display screen in my office, because I was the only one who parked the car over there. Out of curiosity I checked the cameras on the panel and found that the CCTV camera at the parking was found running.
My heartbeat was high even before I switched the camera visuals and brought the visuals from the parking CCTV camera on the screen. I saw my car. The view was from the back side of the car at the right corner.
I already knew I had the visual. For once I felt I was doing the wrong thing. But I was not going to stop myself from having a look.
I ran the recording and started watching it from the time Nidhi had taken the car key from me.
I saw Sundeep standing next to my car even before Nidhi came. I skipped a few seconds forward impatiently. When I resumed playing the recording, I saw Nidhi standing right in front of him and talking. She was holding out something to him. He took it and pressed it. My car’s parking lights blinked. He had unlocked my car. They spent talking for a few more seconds, and I noticed both were suddenly looking around. I assumed that they were checking if anybody was watching them.
Sundeep then opened the back door and touched Nidhi’s arm. She looked around again and then got in. Sundeep took another look at the surroundings and followed her. The door was closed the next moment.
I ran the zoom-in button to get a closer visual of my car. And I did see them sitting inside the car, through the rear glass. And they were already kissing. Only their heads were visible. I did not have a clear view of them kissing, but I could see him tilting his head on her face and it was an easy guess that he was kissing her.
And then he put his arm around her shoulder. He bent forward further, probably kissing her neck.
After a few seconds, they parted, and Nidhi looked around through the windshield. Before I could start anticipating her next move, her head sank into his lap!
“Oh my goodness!”
I said in my mind. Nidhi was giving him a quick head. I saw Sundeep leaning back on the seat and caressing her hair. Nidhi’s hand came up and stopped him. Perhaps she didn’t want him to spoil her hair.
I thought she was being careful.
A minute later she sat up and smiled at him. They were saying something. Nidhi laughed and shook her head. Sundeep leaned forward and kissed her suddenly. Nidhi back off but not before his lips met hers. He was pushing his body forward and both their heads went down to the seat. I lost view of them both for a few seconds. I could guess he was getting on top of her, probably enjoying her breasts. I had noticed the wrinkles on her otherwise neatly kept top when she returned from the parking earlier. Her young and firm breasts came to my mind and I felt a desire to see them in real.
Sundeep sat up on the seat but Nidhi still lay on the seat. I saw Sundeep’s hands working on her; I could not see what exactly. I only needed to wait a few seconds. He lifted her legs onto his shoulder and then I saw him removing her pants.
He was quick.
He removed it from her legs one by one and then kissed her calf on the right leg. I watched with bated breath as his lips descended along her leg. He went only halfway down before sitting up and then I saw him pulling up something else. Her panty.
It looked like a blue one. Perhaps I was wrong.
I saw Sundeep having a close look at her panty and Nidhi was quick to snatch it from him. Only her legs were in my view. But I knew Sundeep was having the view he wanted, between her split legs. Her virgin pussy.
I wished his head went down between her legs and let her feel the pleasure of a man’s tongue on her coveted pleasure spot. But Sundeep was doing something else. He was adjusting himself between her legs, by kneeling on the seat. I could see his shoulders now. I thought he was dropping his pants to his thighs. He brought something to his mouth and tried to tear it open. He succeeded in it after a couple of pulls with his hand and spit out the torn part aside. And he remained still for a few seconds, with his both hands working at his crotch. He was wearing a condom.
One thing was sure. He had come up with a plan to screw his girl. Nidhi’s lack of resistance made it evident that she too was ready for it. Probably they had spoken about it beforehand. Probably they had sensed the opportunity when I had lent them my car on the previous date. So this whole thing was a planned one.
I remembered Nidhi nervously making an excuse earlier.
“When he said we could just stay here, it’s a good spot…”
It was bullshit. The girl knew she was going to have it.
Sundeep leaned forward and Nidhi’s right leg was pressed on the backrest. With her left foot being beyond my visual, I guessed that her legs were properly split to welcome him. Sundeep was leaning forward and then working on it. And then his head went down, disappearing from my view. I could only see Nidhi’s right foot. And my eyes desperately tried to catch the movement of it. It remained still for a few seconds, making me stop blinking and my heartbeats peak in anticipation of the inevitable moment of her virgin pussy being invaded by a man’s cock for the first time.
I could not stop my hand from touching my dick under the desk. It was hard like a rock.
The next moment I spotted a stretching movement on her solitary foot, and I knew that was it. The next moment Sundeep’s head was up, back in my view, and he started moving slowly.
I could not even blink.
He had started fucking her. Her virgin pussy was starting to get the feel of his erect manhood and probably getting adjusted to its length and girth. I wondered if she was feeling the pain of the first time sex. I wished I could hear her voice. Probably she would have cried a little. I thought.
Sundeep soon caught pace, fucking her quickly. Nishi’s feet kept shaking each time he pushed his body forward. There was no sign of subtlety. It was a quick fucking session, probably due to the circumstances. Sneaking in and making out in the backseat of someone else’s car in the parking lot of an office complex was too risky to have leisurely sex. It was time for the bare minimum sex. It was a moment when the bare minimum would give the maximum thrill.
And the fucking session didn’t go more than two minutes.
I was beginning to be disappointed as I saw him back off and take a breather. I thought it was the end but I then saw Nidhi turning around and allowing Sundeep to get in position behind her. I could see the side of her naked butt for a fraction of a second as she knelt on the seat. Sundeep quickly moved behind her and started pushing in, almost bending over her due to the lack of height inside the car. The show lasted a few seconds before she hurried to finish. As soon as he pulled out, Nidhi sat down on the seat and I saw her laughing and looking around. I didn’t know whether it was the pleasure of sex or the relief of pulling off the act in such a risky place that was making her happy. Both were quick to pull their clothes back in place. I saw Sundeep slowly removing the used rubber and I saw both of them laughing together. Maybe a couple of jokes, I guessed. I couldn’t see where he discarded the rubber. He had taken care not to leave the evidence in the car or even outside it, but he had already dropped a big piece of evidence when he tore the condom wrap in the beginning.
Nidhi was seen wiping her face but when Sundeep leaned forward to kiss her, she kissed back him willingly. Her responses were more positive now. Perhaps having her first experience had made her feel more loved and thus such a reaction.
When they both got out of the car, Nidhi was aware of the wrinkles on her clothes. She tried to remove the wrinkles by pulling at the edges and checking her reflection on the windshield of the car.
I switched off the video as I saw them parting ways, and leaned back on my chair.
I was hard and thrilled for having watched it.
For once I wondered if I should tell Nidhi about it to see her reaction and then decided against it. She was already ashamed of it just because I had found out, and I didn’t want to make her feel worse.
However, the next time I saw Nidhi I could not stop watching her secretly. My eyes flew from one part of her body to another and took secret pleasure in going back in memory to replay what I had seen on the video. And eventually, before the end of the day, I ended up closing my door and watching the video once again, this time jerking my dick along with it. I had become a pervert.
And it would repeat in the days that followed. More than the fun of watching a girl having sex with her boyfriend in the car, I was seduced by the event of her having sex in my car. I tried to imagine myself in place of Sundeep and Meera in place of Nidhi. It was a fabulous dream.
One day Meera told me Piyush wanted to host dinner for her.
“He’s impressed by our services. He wants to thank me.”
“Just you?” I asked. “He must be thankful to the whole company.”
“Well he has invited the whole company,” Meera said. “Me, you and Desai.”
When I said the whole company I was referring to the company she worked for and helped Piyush’s money grow at an impressive rate. But as I learned Piyush planned to include Desai too, it was the moment I had been waiting for.
Desai was coming. My wife’s sex machine was coming back. It was supposed to be a social evening but I knew the dinner wouldn’t end the night for us.
“What is Desai's role in it? Piyush wants to thank him too?”
I asked, without showing my excitement.
“Desai was the reason how Piyush found my company. So he’s got a valid reason.” Meera said.
I phoned Piyush and acknowledged his invitation. He said he’s added another friend of his to the dinner and asked for my permission.
“I have no issues meeting new people, Piyush,” I said.
The next day when I spoke to Desai from the office he mentioned the dinner.
“I have booked the evening flight to Pune.” He said. “I’m not sure about the return flight. I thought I should ask you and Meera first.”
I knew why he wanted to ask me and Meera about his return journey.
“What are your options?” I asked.
“There’s a flight past midnight. I can catch it straight after dinner. And then the other option is in the morning.”
I took a deep breath and then spoke. I knew the underlying tone of this conversation was to convey whether I was ready with the idea of my wife sleeping with him after dinner.
“Are you seeing the dinner as the last event of the night?” I asked.
“I don’t want to,” Desai said.
“Then you can come home along with us. After the dinner.”
“Are you looking forward?”
He asked again. I thought I heard a giggle from the other end.
“As much as you are.”
That was how I told him that I was perfectly okay with it.
With that my life had joined a path that was crystal clear. I was going to welcome Desai and allow him to sleep with my wife without any room for surprises and twists. Everything was spoken about. Meera and I had never been at peace with such a situation in the past.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, everything looked normal in my eyes.
Being cuckold had become normal. There was no shame in being a cuckold.
Or I thought so.
That day when I reached home Meera was busy in the kitchen. I spent a few minutes in front of the door of my bedroom. I could already imagine myself standing in front of that door in a few days, and I knew I was going to hear Meera moaning with pleasure. I was going to keep my ear close to the hole I had drilled in the door. I could even hear her from the hall if she became too loud. I was thrilled beyond belief.
The dinner was three nights away. For those three days, I could not stop thinking about it. It didn’t matter whether I was at the workplace or home, the Saturday night was always at the back of my mind. And my dick had made it a habit to become hard every time I thought about it. My masturbation addiction was increasing. I found myself visiting the bathroom at regular intervals whenever I was alone at my office. At night when I went to bed, I did not try to engage Meera in any type of sexual activity. I hoped that it would make her desperate. I wanted her to be desperate like a bitch and beg him to fuck her mouth. I kept dreaming about her slurping his cum from the tip of his dick. My dreams were becoming dirtier.
Eventually, Saturday arrived. The dinner night arrived.
The restaurant was fifteen kilometres from our place. I chose to wear a navy blue shirt and cream pants. I got ready quickly and waited in the hall for Meera. I didn’t mind her taking long for getting ready. I wanted her to look at her best, and make Desai wish he could bang her right away.
The fact that I knew the outcome of this night was making it too hot for me to handle. It was probably for the first time in a long time that I knew the future of the night. I was so ready for it. I stood at the open door of the other room and had a look at the bed. That was, probably, the bed where my Meera was going to spread her legs for him. She would make crazy sounds while getting fucked hard by his monster dick. I wondered if I could hear the sound of her sucking his dick. There was a moment when I wished I had bigger holes in the door.
When Meera got ready for dinner, finally, it was a sight to behold as always.
She was wearing a burgundy off-shoulder dress with short sleeves. The dress as she always preferred exposed the beauty of her neck and shoulders with no ornaments. The neckline of the dress was wide enough to tease a good amount of her cleavage. The short sleeves only served as a barrier, making the look aesthetically appealing, because otherwise, her long naked arms seemed an extension of the glowing skin of her shoulders. The dress looked fit around her hip and then had a flared hem that ended just above her knees. The legs, especially the rightly plump calves were a sight capable of waking up anyone’s dark fantasies. I could already imagine Desai lifting her legs to his face and kissing around her calves while positioning his body between them.
Meera smiled at me.
“How do I look?”
Her lips with light pink lipstick were a joy to look at. I knew they would taste delicious. But I knew I was not going to be the man who would taste it.
“You look like an angel.”
Meera walked over to me and looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you dreaming about anything?”
I smiled. But I did not look away. We looked at each other for a long moment and kept smiling.
We both knew what we were going to do. And it was awesome.
Chapter to be continued…
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