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

[krish_999]

Chapter 35

 

"A few years ago there was a time when we were having some issues in our married life. We were living in separation. That was when Meera met Desai for the first time and they had a....you know, a one-night stand. I too had my share of intimacy with someone else before we managed to pull it back. When we became together, our bond was stronger than ever. We shared everything – even our experience of having sex with others. Later when I became friends with Desai, we used to talk about it more often. And somehow it happened, Piyush. Somehow it excited me. So a few months back, after having dinner with us Desai stayed here and I let him repeat the experience with Meera. I know it's not the right thing but it only thrilled me. I did not feel bad. I love my Meera and she loves me more than ever."

I was trying to sound normal as I explained.
Piyush and I had returned to my room. The light was on and he could see my face. I had decided to face him without showing even a bit of the humiliation I was feeling inside.
He nodded.
"It is strange for sure, Krish. You and Meera were the perfect couple in my eyes."
"We still are, Piyush."
I said quickly.
"You have redefined the definition of that. How long has this been going on? I mean how many times has he..."
"It's the third... no, fourth time."
He fell silent for a few seconds and then got up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to steal your fun moments. You must be having a good time, especially hearing Meera's voice like that. I should go to sleep now."
I got up too.
"Piyush, I'm not disturbed by what you did. Your action proves that your friendship is real. I hope this is something we can keep between us."
Piyush nodded at me and slowly walked out of my room.
 
I closed the door and sat still on my bed. 
"What has just happened?" I said to myself.
A man had learned my innate secret. 
I could only rue myself for letting it happen. I should have stopped Meera. I thought.
 
I didn't dare to go to Meera's room and endure the sound of her having it. But her moans were still afresh in my head. I could even make out the sound of Desai fucking her hard from my memory. It was something I never thought I would be getting to listen to when I drilled those holes. He was fucking her so hard!
Lucky bastard. I thought.
My night was ruined and he was still having it.
 
I decided to try to sleep even though I knew it would be tough.
I noticed Desai's jacket on the dressing table. He had left it in the room, possibly when he hurried to join Meera in the other room. I took the jacket and kept it aside. I felt the weight of his purse in its pocket. Out of curiosity, I checked his purse. I was shocked to see Meera's photo in it!
It was an absolute shocker to me.
In the photo, Meera was wearing the bridal saree. The photo had Meera's smiling face and I quickly realised that it was taken during his good time with her on his birthday night.
What makes a person keep a photo of a woman in his purse? 
It was a clear sign of his affection towards her becoming dangerously intense and I was alarmed. 
He loves her!
 
I sat down on the bed and kept staring at the smiling face of my wife. Why would Desai keep it in his purse? What is in his mind? Is he secretly making a plan to take her away from me? I have heard him making jokes about marrying her. Was he serious in his mind? Is it no more about the momentary kinky pleasure of having sex with another man's beautiful wife?
My mind was getting filled with questions, every one of them adding to my growing insecurity. And the realization that Meera was still in bed with him and he would be trying his best to make her fall in love with him with intimate pleasure was enough to turn my night into a nightmare. Meera's moans of pleasure echoed in my mind and I didn't love it anymore.
It was no more about sex. It was about feelings. Every moment Desai was allowed to express his feelings to Meera was dangerous.
What if she has the same feelings for him too?
I didn't want to face that question.
I wanted to run to the other room and kick the door open. I wanted to confront Desai.
But I could not even gather enough strength to stand on my feet. It was a long night.
 
 
When I woke up in the morning, Meera was busy in the kitchen. Piyush and Desai were sitting in the hall, having woken up a few minutes ago. They were watching the morning news on TV.
"Good morning, Krish."
Desai welcomed me. I looked at him like an intruder and had to force a smile.
"Hi. Morning."
Piyush too greeted me. The lack of a smile on his face made me nervous. I wondered if he had confronted Desai already. But Desai's cheerful behaviour was telling me otherwise.
Meera walked into the hall with coffee cups on a tray. As she served coffee to us I observed her closely. She looked happy. As she gave me the cup and stood next to me cracking a quick chat with Piyush asking if he had slept well, I noticed a sense of dignity in her behaviour. She looked like a perfect wife who knew how to make a polite conversation with a guest on behalf of her husband. She was asking about his well-being without sounding like getting too personal. Piyush was responding with a smiling face now but I could see he was also just observing her. Perhaps he was thinking about how this perfect housewife was making those crazy sounds like a whore while letting another man fuck her hard in her marital bed.
Such a whore! He would have thought.
I was struggling to keep my head straight, with the weight of shame inside me increasing with each moment. At the same time, the urge to confront Desai about keeping my wife's photo in his purse was growing inside my head.
 
The worst was yet to come. It was when Meera turned her attention to Desai and started asking about his experience of spending a night in his old house after a long time.
Desai had a fake reply ready.
"Thanks for letting me sleep in my old room, Meera. I used to sleep in there when I lived here, and there was a bit of a nostalgic factor in doing it again. But I fell asleep the moment I hit the bed. It was so comfortable."
"Even I had fallen asleep so quickly," Meera said. "I think it was the rain. We all were drenched when we were in the hospital, right? I was worried if anyone would catch the fever."
I could not help but steal glances at Piyush when Meera spoke about 'falling asleep quickly' and 'worried if anyone would catch the fever' because I knew he would be thinking how fake her words were.
Because we knew Meera hadn't fallen asleep so quickly. She instead had spent the early hours of the night with another man, with her legs spread wide. And worrying if anyone would catch the fever was obviously the last thing to have come to her mind while moaning with the pleasure of having her married pussy getting overwhelmed with intense fucking.
Meera's pleasure moans came back to my mind. I was sure Piyush too was thinking the same.
 
Later while having breakfast together, I caught Piyush looking at Meera from close. I felt he was looking for signs of sex. Signs of betrayal. Signs of infidelity. Signs of fake innocence.
Piyush's eyes met with mine too, many times, and I felt we were thinking about the only thing we could think about. I was embarrassed to a new level of lowliness. Meera sitting opposite Desai and continuing to innocently chat with him and Piyush only made it difficult for me.
The only thing I could do was just hope for the guests to leave as early as they could.
 
After breakfast, Desai went to his room and Meera was busy in the kitchen. Piyush found an opportunity to talk to me alone.
"I know you are nervous, Krish. So am I, unable to shake off the shock. But don't worry, my friend. I will not speak to Desai about it." He spoke in a low voice. "I mean, he will never know that I know your secret. And Meera too. I will not be a person to kill your fun whatever it is. Whatever I've witnessed last night, let's bury it in the past itself."
I let out a sigh of relief. Piyush went on.
"You know, even though it came as an absolute shocker, there were signs making me doubt that something was going on; starting from Meera addressing Desai by his first name. And then at the accident spot when you arrived she was sitting with Desai in the back seat. I asked Desai about it later, and he said he panicked when I called him to tell him about the accident, and he just got inside the car without realising where he sat. He was lying. Because when I phoned him I had heard him asking you to stop the car. It means the car was moving and he was already in the back seat with Meera. Why would you drive a car leaving your wife and your friend together in the back seat? And at the hospital when Meera's clothes were wet and hugging her body, Desai looked like a lover boy. I thought he was too attracted to her. It's alright because anyone could be attracted to her for her beauty. Even I was attracted to her during the dinner, in a positive way, if you have noticed. Anyway, I wouldn't have noticed something unusual between Desai and Meera if she was indifferent to his gazes. She was equally enjoying the attention she was receiving from him. That's why when I realised what was happening in that room, it came to me that she was cheating on you. But... You nearly killed me with your honesty. I must say you got the guts."
I was looking down for most of his talk and looked up only at the end.
"How long has this been happening, Krish?" He asked.
"Uhhh... not too long," I said quickly and then felt I should not sound like still hiding something. "Last night was only a fourth time in six months," I added.
"It'll take time to get rid of this shocker," Piyush nodded, trying to force a smile. "You too, please don't tell Meera that I know. I don't want her to look at me and feel bad about herself. I would love to keep my friendship with the socially wonderful person that she is."
"Sure," I said. "Thank you, Piyush." I grabbed his hand as a gesture of gratefulness while thanking him many more times in my mind.
 
Piyush soon started getting phone calls from the security officer station and the insurance company. His statements were needed for both agencies to proceed with the accident case. Piyush booked a cab and got dressed to leave.
Meera wanted him to come back for lunch after finishing his commitments.
"One of you will have to stay for lunch. I'm preparing a special menu." She said.
I was getting tired of her hospitality.
"Don't worry, Meera. I will stay for lunch." Desai said.
"That's good. Meera, you can proceed with the special menu. I'm sure Desai will enjoy it."
Piyush said and smiled at me. I could only force a half-smile.
Piyush left soon.
 
I followed Meera to the Kitchen, leaving Desai in the hall.
"Meera, I want to talk to you about something," I said and Meera was smiling abundantly.
"About last night?"
She was beginning to tease me.
Enough!
I said in my mind and stared at her for a moment. Meera stopped smiling.
"What happened, Krish?"
"Last night when I went to sleep, Desai's jacket was there. In his pocket, I found his purse. Out of curiosity, I opened it and you know what I found in it? Your photo!"
"My photo?" Meera stared at me.
"Yes, your photo. Remember, he took a couple of snaps with your the other night before you slept with him on his birthday? One of those photos. He has taken a printout - a small one to fit into his purse - with just your face. What do you think he's doing? What kinda person does keep another person's photo in his purse?"
Meera was still staring at me. And then she moved.
"I have to see it."
Before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand.
"No, wait," I said. "Are you going to ask him straightaway?"
"Yes. This is not something he can do. I need to confront him. He's not my lover, Krish. "
Her voice was getting loud and I had to put a finger across my lips.
"Ssshhh..." I pulled her closer and put my arms around her. "Wait for a second, baby," I said.
"This is serious, Krish. Can't you see it?"
"Yeah, I know, baby. But just listen for one second. If you straightaway ask him about the photo I'll have to admit to having checked his purse without his permission. It's not nice to look like I was spying on him."
Meera stared at me again.
"Bullshit!"
She pushed me and moved away.
"Stop playing the innocent husband, Krish. At least not in front of him. He was fucking your wife in your bed for the whole night and you are still thinking about your dignity? He needs to be confronted!"
I was stunned and Meera stormed out of the kitchen.
 
Meera went to the room and came out with Desai's purse in her hand by the time I reached the hall. Desai was sitting in the hall.
"What is this, Susheel?"
Meera held the purse unfolded in front of his face to make him see the photo.
I saw Desai's face whitening. He forwarded his hand for the purse but Meera gave it to him only after pulling out the photo from it.
"You are keeping my photo in your purse. What does it mean?"
Desai looked at me and I didn't know how to respond.
"Meera..." Desai started talking only to be interrupted by Meera.
"What we were doing in there, in that room," Meera pointed her finger toward the bedroom, her eyes fixed on him, "that's just sex. My husband and I wanted fun. It's just that and you had agreed. Didn't you?"
"Yes, it was just sex."
Desai said.
"Then what is this? What...What kinda person does keep a woman's photo in his purse?"
"Meera, I can explain this. You are overreacting."
"Talk to my husband, then. Tell him that I am overreacting."
Meera said and crossed her arms.
Desai took a deep breath and looked at me.
"Krish, please sit down. I want to assure you there's nothing for you to worry about."
I sat down on the couch on his right side.
"Are you in love with my wife, Desai?"
I asked, making my voice as stiff as I could.
Desai waited a moment and then replied.
"Yes. I love Meera."
I was stunned.
"But not the way you think." Desai went on. "I don't expect her to love me. It's purely one-sided."
"Bullshit," Meera said. "Susheel, you always said you respected us as a couple, a lovely couple. You always said you want us to be happy. It was just about sex. What do we call it- friends with benefits? Fuck benefits but we are just friends. There's an unspoken agreement between us. I mean between us three. I and Krish are the couples. Not you and I..." Meera was panting already. "Oh my god!" She sighed and sat down next to me on the couch. "Krish, I am sorry. We shouldn't have stretched it this far." Her eyes were red.
I put my arms over her. I felt her reaction was outrageous but I was beginning to feel a sense of satisfaction. The thought that Desai had fallen in love with her for life had shaken her conscience in a big way, and in a way that was utterly satisfying to me.
"Meera, you have to listen to my side first," Desai said.
"I love you but it in no way means I want to take you away from Krish. You are the person who changed me. Look at me and remember who I was two years ago. Even Krish would have forgotten how I was. There was a moment when I called you a name and tried to hurt his ego, just because I was frustrated. But then you showed me the way. You changed me from being an arrogant prick to being a man who can hold together a family and the people around him. You should see how my parents welcome me when I wake up. Do you know why I am not coming back to Pune? Do you think I don't want to? No. It's because I want to live with my parents for the rest of my life. If I became a son whom my parents are proud of not for the money I make but for the person I am, that's just because of you. I have given credit to you both but we all know, it's you who have been the real force for everything. What kinda feeling do you think I will have for you? It's called love. I love you."
"You should have told me, moron. I should have stayed away from you."
"Come on, Meera. I have no intent to confess my love to you. I know you love Krish. You have a life, and you are going to have kids with him. My love for you - I'll call it love and respect for who you are - is one-sided."
"You have no intent to confess your love to me? Then what were you telling me while making love to me last night?"
I was stunned.
Desai was staring at her.
"What?"
"Don't you remember telling me you love me? You were looking in my eyes when it was over and you said how you love me, didn't you?"
"Oh, come on. You had let me come inside you. And I was talking about how great it felt. I loved the moment, looking into your eyes I felt so great. So I went with the feeling and said I love you. But you too told me you love me. What about that?"
That was a big piece of information. I was losing my ability to breathe normally.
"I...I was at the peak of it, Susheel." Meera's voice had suddenly become weak. "I don't even remember why I said that. But I had nothing in my mind. There was nothing in my mind. It was just a crazy moment I..."
She pressed her palms onto her face and breathed forcefully. "Oh god."
She turned toward me and grabbed my hands.
"Krish, I am sorry. You don't deserve to hear all this. I never wanted to give you all the details of what I do with him. Because I fear you'd be hurt. I don't love him. I love you, and only you baby. But at the peak of it, I often lose my...my control... I mean when he takes me there... and then he says he loves this and that, I..." tears started rolling down her cheeks. I quickly wiped it with my fingers. Meera went on, "I have responded to him many times with the same language...But I didn't mean it I swear. I admit that I loved telling him that I love him when he takes me there. You know how I behave when I become intense, don't you? But with him, it's just words. I never meant anything." Meera turned to Desai suddenly and wiped her tears. "But you! You did mean a lot, didn't you? You loved me and pretended there was nothing but sex. Were you waiting for me to fall for you?"
Desai got up from his seat and knelt in front of Meera. I watched in disbelief as he kept his hands on her thighs and spoke.
"Forgive me, Meera. I do understand that were saying those words out of excitement that's purely limited to the moment we were living. And my words were also the same. I had no intention to confess my love to you. Because we know what we are doing, right? I have been impressed by you - and that impression hasn't been limited to sex. I have had sex with many women in the past. I have never felt anything for them beyond sex. But with you it's different. After leaving this city I've tried to go on dates with other women. It's not that I've been chasing them; I'd rather say there have been opportunities. But the impact you had in my mind is never stopping. I realised that I can't look at the women like I used to. I don't feel the itch. I'm rather happy with the limited memories I have of you. And it was good. I am content with that. You know when I am coming back to see you, every time, I don't look forward to having sex. Sex is great but it's more than that. I can be happy by just being with you in a societal way. But I knew meeting you more often would lead to something else. So I started looking at your photos on my phone. I didn't even call you unnecessarily, even though I wanted to. It was just while looking at your photos on my phone once I felt why not take a printout. I have a photo of you - a larger size - one in my room. Taken from the printer in my office. The print was taken for fun but I then could not destroy it. So I got it framed and took it home. The next day when I thought of you, I took another photo. This time I took a much smaller one -  the one in your hand."
Meera looked at the tiny photo in her hand. Desai smiled at the photo. "I could not destroy it either."
"You are such a home-wrecker, Susheel."
Meera said and tore the photo into pieces.
"I'm afraid of you," She said.
"You are not going to forgive me for this?"
"This is not about forgiving, Susheel. This is about being honest with yourself. If you had feelings for me like this, then you should not have come back. You should not have told me those words. You should throw my photos and find a new woman for you."
"Meera, I have always maintained that I will walk away the moment either of you tells me to walk away. Krish will be remembering that."
Desai was right. I was already shaking my head. He had told me I had the power to stop him.
"Then I am telling you to walk away. Please go, and don't come back. I am not looking forward to finding new love."
Meera said sternly.
Desai was left to stare at her. Meera too did not blink as she kept her eyes locked on him.
Desai nodded slowly and then hang his head down to touch his forehead on her knees. Meera looked at me and I put my arm over her. She leaned toward me and I kissed her. She kissed me back. It lasted for a few seconds only but it was warmer than anything I had done with her for many days before that.
When we broke the kiss, Desai was looking up.
He smiled at me.
"Krish, I knew this day would come. I had only one wish; the goodbye shouldn't be on a sour note. I hope it isn't."
I forced a smile.
"Not yet."
Desai took her right hand from mine and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her palm and smiled at her.
"I will miss you."
Meera didn't say a word as Desai got up and went to the room.
 
 
Meera sat on the couch with me for a few minutes and then went to the room. Desai came out dressed to leave. I accompanied him to the parking lot.
A cab was waiting for him already.
"I'm sorry for the pain and confusion you had to bear, Krish. The photo..." He smiled a little. "It was a small piece of secret I thought I could keep to myself."
"It's not about the photo, Desai," I said. "For me, it's the fear of crossing the limit. I don't want to lose my Meera. You can call me insecure if you want. But I am also a husband who has willingly allowed her to sleep with you. I know such an act would be the end of any sane relationship. But for me and Meera love has another definition. It's not bound by sex. The level of intimacy between us is much stronger than having sex. We allowed you to be part of that intimacy. But we didn't mean to allow you to stand between us. I know you wouldn't concede this argument, but we are scared. Sorry. And I'm sorry I ended up seeing that photo in your purse. I didn't mean to spy on you."
"It's okay. You have the right to do that anyway." 
Desai said and hugged me before getting inside the cab.
I watched as the cab vanished in front of my eyes but I couldn't believe what had just happened.
Desai was gone!
I stood there in the parking lot for some time to let that feeling sink in.
 
I remembered an assurance Desai had given me long ago.
"Promise me one thing. If you ever feel intimidated by me, then just tell me to leave. Just ask me. Because I want you to be happy only.”
 
Desai had kept his promise. Even though the level of believability was uncertain to an extent. Because he had agreed to walk away from the very woman of his heart, a woman he had made love with for the whole night a few hours ago.
Was that possible? Was it so easy to forget everything and move on?
 
When I reached my flat I felt a sense of emptiness taking over my heart. The house was in silence. Meera was silent.
She was lying in the bed with her face down.
I sat next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Meera..."
She turned her face to look at me.
"He's gone," I said.
"Do you think I love him?"
She asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you are mine. There's space only for one man in your heart. That's me."
Meera sat up on the bed and put her arms around me. I hugged her tight.
"Thank you, Krish."
She whispered.
I held her face and looked into her eyes.
"You are welcome." I smiled and kissed her.
She kissed me back. And it took a second to become a full-blown kiss with our tongues dancing together.
"Make love to me, Krish. Reclaim what's yours."
I heard her say. She was already panting. I felt like current passing through my body and I pushed her back on the bed. My mouth plunged into her neck and I licked around her neck with my mouth open.
"Give me back, what is mine," I gasped.
Meera grabbed the bottom edge of her top and removed it quickly. I went down again and licked all around her chest. Her bra was soon displaced and I saw a mark next to her right nipple. A love bite. A reminder of another man's possession of her body.
She saw me looking at it.
"Make your mark too, right next to it." She whispered.
I loved the way she said that. My teeth pressed hard on her soft skin and Meera let out a scream. 
"Aaahh..."
I loved the way she cried. I grabbed her left breast and bite on it, even harder. This time she was prepared and she was able to suppress her scream.
"Haaah!"
It was just the beginning. I was quick to get rid of my clothes and she was even quicker to grab onto my throbbing dick. It was grown to its maximum length and its head was already shining with pre-cum leaking from the tip. She ran her finger around the tip and looked at me.
"Wanna taste it?" I asked.
She didn't reply. Instead, she sat up and lowered her head down to my lap and began to suck it. I saw movements in her throat as she swallowed all the wetness. I moaned with ecstasy.
Meera's lips were tightening around it. But I wanted more. She too wanted more.
There was a sense of urgency in both of us to please each other. Meera eventually lay on her back and let me shove my dick into her mouth properly. I knelt with my legs at either side of her breast and started fucking her mouth. I struggled to control my desire to choke her with rough fucking. The demons that were hiding in the deepest corner of my mind were threatening to take over my conscience. But the rush of my blood was beyond my grasp. Before I knew it, I shot my load into her mouth. I panicked and pulled out, only to end up spurting the drops all over her face and hair.
"Moron," Meera cried. "You should have warned me."
"I am sorry, baby," I said when my breathing settled down. "I didn't know I was so close. It happened too quickly. The excitement was too much for me to handle."
I wiped the white drops off her face with a cloth. It was all over the place.
"I tried not to cum in your mouth without telling you... that's why I pulled out."
I said.
"I was better off with you cumming in my mouth." Meera smiled. "Nowadays I'm getting used to the taste of it anyway."
I was bemused.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated. The look on her face told me she regretted spilling too much.
"Tell me, it's okay." I insisted.
She smirked.
"Susheel was fond of making me taste it."
I knew it was about Desai. But she had spoken about him too late.
"When did he do it?"
"When..." she looked sideways for fraction of a second before deciding to talk again. "Most of the time. Last night too."
I thought she was lying. Because I had heard him fucking her hard. I had heard her moaning with pleasure. There was no way he was fucking her mouth like that. It was impossible to imagine. But I didn't want to reveal that I had heard it.
"How?" I asked innocently.
"At first we had sex normally. Yesterday was the safest day of my cycle. So I allowed him to cum inside me. He loved it and he expressed it for a bit too long. And soon he was ready for another round. I gave him to head this time. Not just sucking though. I mean he held my face and kept moving it - it's his favourite thing to do while getting a blowjob. A bit softer than how you did it now. And then he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all."
"You didn't hate it?"
"No. Why? I don't dislike the taste."
"Was he the same as mine?"
"The taste would be the same. But the quantity is huge. I don't know what the secret to that is. He's got big balls I suppose. He fills my mouth before I could prepare myself. The other day, I mean after the Janmashtami night, we did it in the morning. And that was too much. It was more than I could handle with the speed of him cumming. It was spilling through the corner of my mouth. It was because of the gap of a few hours before he had cum in the night."
"Bastard. He got it just four times and he fulfilled all his dreams, didn't he? No wonder he was ready to leave so quickly."
"He hasn't fulfilled all his dreams."
"What?"
I was stunned.
"No, don't ask me. I don't want you to go back and invite him again. Tell me about yours..." She looked deep into my eyes. "Has he fulfilled all your dreams?"
"My dreams?" I laughed. "Yes. He has fulfilled all my dreams. What about you?"
"Mmm... my dream is to scream aloud. I wish it lasted a little more. But you moron ended it too quickly."
She wiped her hair and rued.
"We can do it again."
"No. I need to take a shower now. This thing is very sticky. It's a mess."
She got up and walked to the bathroom without bothering about her clothes.
 
It was just the beginning of the day.
We decided to have lunch outside. And at the night we visited a pub and had a couple of drinks, enjoying the live music. I let Meera choose the drink and she chose the drinks that I hadn't even heard of. Her choice of snacks too was not the regular stuff.
I welcomed her choices with the most excitement.
It felt like we were trying to compensate for the sense of loss we had begun to feel after Desai's departure. But we were happy to realise that we were on the right path to enjoying ourselves. We felt like suddenly there were a lot of things we could do to celebrate our life.
While coming back from the bar Meera suggested we leave the car there and hire a cab instead.
"I won't let you drive in a drunken state."
She said.
I wanted to drive my car. I was confident that I could drive it. But I chose to comply with Meera's decision. She valued my health and it was a sign that she cared for me.
As we sat in the back seat of a hired cab while coming back, Meera leaned her head over my shoulder and kept her hand in mine.
"I love you, Krish. I am glad Susheel has left. Because you are the only one who matters to me."
She kept whispering.
 
Back at home, we hit bed straightaway and I quickly undressed her. She sat on the edge of the seat and opened her mouth for me. I pushed my dick into her throat and waited for her to start sucking it. But she brought my hands onto her head and made me hold her.
"Move it, Krish."
She told me looking up into my eyes. With my dick in her mouth, her words were not clear. But it was not something I could not guess. I held her head firmly with my hands and started moving. Meera tightened her lips around my dick as it moved. Watching the skin of my dick become shiny because of her saliva was making me crazy. My thrusts gained force and I fucked deeper enough to reach the back of her throat. But it was amazing to see Meera enduring the entire struggle without any sign of resistance. I even felt like she was too experienced in this game, having her mouth regularly fucked by Desai at every opportunity he had. The thought only added fuel to my adrenaline rush and I closed my eyes during my final moments of fucking her mouth. Then I shot my load with a loud groan, and I filled her mouth with my cum. I thought it was huge. But Meera swallowed it straight away. I would have loved it more if she had shown some bits of struggle. But it was indeed an utterly satisfying experience.
I don't remember how the night ended that night. We were sleeping in each other's arms when I woke up in the morning.
It was a beautiful morning. Our life, all of a sudden had come back to normalcy. We were back to being a normal couple. And we were deeply in love with each other. It was an amazing feeling.
 
Every person gets a chance to clean up their mistakes. But the trick lies in recognising the opportunity at the right time and utilizing it. Those who pull it off can escape from their life’s agony.


Chapter 35 to be continued.