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

[krish_999]

Chapter – 40

 
Once again, I was left to face the bitter truth. My wife had chosen Desai over me to meet her sexual needs. I had sensed her excitement when I kissed her the previous night. But I was not the reason for her excitement. It was Desai.
"She enjoys having sex with me."
Desai was damn right. That's why she chose to say "no, not yet,"  when I invited her and then chose to sneak into bed with Desai in the morning.
The occasion perhaps demanded it. Desai's return to our house after many days of absence and the sudden freedom Meera was allowed to enjoy with him during the wedding reception were the factors that led her to be attracted to him. A lot of people had asked them to pose together like a married couple at the reception, and it would have ignited her desire to mate with him. She would have been willing to have sex. And she chose Desai over me.
I heard the footsteps of them leaving the house, but I struggled to put the thoughts to rest for a long.
 
The day was going to be horrible but luckily my caretaker came an hour earlier. Her presence forced me to take a break from all the thinking. Later when the physiotherapist came, I paid more attention and concentration to the exercises. I was motivated by the thought that only my speedy recovery would help me bring back my wife to my bed; to my life.
The physiotherapist said I was improving as expected.
 
When he left I checked the voice recorder in Desai's bedroom. To my disappointment, it wasn't working. I immediately ordered its replacement.
 
In the evening when Meera returned, she didn't go for her regular evening walk. I heard her calling the vegetable delivery guy and scolding him over the quality of the vegetables. It was a rare thing for her to be angry with him. Even when I get angry, she used to tell me it was not his mistake. Even before she entered my room, I knew how her facial expression would be. It was stressful.
"What happened, are you alright?"
I asked as she sat with a depressed look on her face.
"Something happened today," she said, "I'm angry about it but I know you'd be very happy."
"What happened?"
"I thought you were teasing me when you said it's okay if I wanted to sleep with Susheel. But you were serious, weren't you?"
She had locked her eyes on me as if to catch me lying.
"Why do you think so?" I asked.
"Because you asked Susheel the same thing."
I couldn't reply until Meera demanded it with a long silence.
"Are you angry because I asked him that?"
"No, I was expecting it. Susheel was also expecting it. He has told me many times that you would be fantasising about it. He was right."
"But I hadn't thought about it until a few days ago."
Meera looked amused. "Did anything special happen a few days ago?"
For a moment I felt she was trying to know if I knew her secret.
"I saw a dream," I said with a smile. "In that I saw you and him, making out. After that, I started feeling it's okay."
"Such dreams could occur because of two reasons. Either you fear the idea or you like the idea very much."
She said.
"I am not sure."
"Don't be silly, Krish. I know you never fear the idea of me making out with him. That's why you saw that dream."
"Are you angry because of that?"
"No." She laughed a little, sarcastically. "We are that special couple you can't be upset over such things. I was angry with myself. Because he came to me and told me this, and I bought it immediately."
"What do you mean by you bought it?"
"I mean..." Meera looked away. "I was... No. I don't think I should tell you."
She got up from the chair.
"Meera," I said and sat up. "Come on... Tell me what happened?"
Meera looked confused, and indecisive about opening up.
"I'm scared you'd be drawn to it, and I'll end up ruining both of our mental states."
"But you've left me in a curious state, Meera. Why did you tell me in the first place?"
"Because I hated hiding it from you."
"Did you get intimate with him?"
I asked quickly. I saw Meera's chest moving as her breathing got faster.
"Yes," she was looking at the floor. "But I can't tell you about it now. I confessed this now because I would hate myself a lot. Not for doing it but for being dishonest with you."
She was struggling to face me. I saw guilt all over her face. She was torn between telling me the truth about her betrayal and her fear of turning me on with it. For a moment, I felt bad that I was the reason for everything.
At the same time, I was disappointed that she was not telling me.
"Will you ever tell me about it?"
I asked after a few seconds.
"Yes,” she looked up. “But only after you recover."
"After I recover," I forced a smile. "A lot of happening after I recover."
 
A few minutes of talking relieved a bit of pressure from us.
"Susheel has started me to tease about a first-night kinda thing."
She revealed.
"That's good. A first-night kinda thing. It would be special."
"Krish..." She scoffed. "You change by a fraction of a second. Nothing matters to you. I wonder how much you change inside you."
She was beginning to leave.
"I was just trying to be funny, Meera."
I said.
She gave me a blank stare.
 
I felt she was torn between the truth and fear. The truth that she had started sleeping with Desai and the fear of me encouraging her to keep doing it. But I was somewhat relaxed after her half-confession. She had at least admitted to being intimate with Desai. I was sure it would be a matter of time before either she or Desai would tell me in detail about it. I also knew the latter would be excited to narrate how he seduced my wife despite her so-called resistance and how she ended up screaming in bed with pleasure.
As I thought about it, I hated the idea of listening to it from Desai. But it also filled my mind with a desire to get my wife back into my bed. Once I recovered, she was going to sleep with me every day. My body felt warm every time I thought about it.
 
That night after dinner, Desai received a phone call from his hometown. His father was hospitalised due to chest pain. Even though not serious, Desai decided to leave and be with his father. By the time Desai reached his home, his father was about to get discharged from the hospital. Desai video-called me from the hospital and I said hi to his parents. Even though they were in the hospital, they seemed very happy by their son’s sudden return. I thought he would have video-called Meera too, but I later found that he hadn’t phoned her.
 
In the afternoon I went to the hospital with Meera. The doctor told me to start walking slowly with the plastered leg. Meera suggested I walk in the park, but I kept walking inside the house only. I didn’t want my neighbours to see me walking with help of crutches. I had decided that they would see me walking only after removing the plaster.
 
In the evening I had a visitor when Meera went for an evening walk. It was Venkat, one of the residents of our neighbourhood. Meera had made coffee for me already. I shared it with Venkat and we sat in the hall.
"I have again come to warn you, Krish. It's about... your close friend and Meera." He said after the pleasantries, watching for my reaction. "Only if you are open to listening." He added.
"Tell me what it is, Venkat," I said.
"It's not something I have seen myself." He moved in his seat, leaning forward. "A friend of mine told me this. Meera had attended a wedding reception on Sunday, hadn't she? My friend had seen her there. And he knows Meera and you by face. But when he saw Meera with your friend Susheel he thought she was married to him. My friend was asking me today about how did she divorce you and when did she marry someone else. I had a tough time convincing him that this guy Susheel was just friends with you and Meera because according to him they were behaving like a couple in front of the crowd at the reception."
My face must have turned red, and Venkat stopped talking.
"How were they behaving?"
I asked. My question gave him the impression that I was taking him seriously.
"They were holding hands...and he was holding his hand around her. He was like a protective man...a husband. And she was alert not to mingle with other men casually, though she was allowing Susheel to touch her as he wished."
I was getting restless. Meera had once told me she would never create a public memory.
"Who's your friend?"
I asked.
Venkat hesitated to reveal his friend's name.
"He told me about this because he was shocked to see Meera apparently divorced and remarried. I think he was a secret fan of... I didn't mean to offend you. But it's just a fact. So it won't be nice if I tell you his name. Sorry."
He said.
I shook my head.
He went on, "I first thought I shouldn't tell you all this. But I then thought I should warn you about it. I think it's damaging your family's image. That day I saw her with the same friend and now this. It's okay if you think it's normal but something is wrong. Maybe I'm wrong... My friend is perhaps wrong. I wish we are wrong. But you should be watchful... You should watch out for signs."
"I can understand your concern, Venkat," I said. "But I'm confident about my friendships. I trust my wife and her friend. He's our common friend, like a family figure. But thanks, I'll be watchful."
Venkat shook his head, staring at me.
I smiled at him. "The only problem is that I know Susheel more than anyone I've seen in my life. And I trust my wife more than anyone else. It's a problem when I have to look at them suspiciously."
 
Even though I vehemently refused to buy Venkat's doubts, his visit had indeed sown the seeds of doubt in my head that my wife's friendship was becoming a secret relationship that I wouldn't welcome.
 
When the voice recorder arrived, I found its telephonic syncing unreliable. It had only a fifty-fifty chance of syncing with my mobile phone after disconnection. But I found the voice-activated recording to be smoothly working. So I put the recorder on and hid it in Desai's bedroom. I was expecting Desai to return soon.
 
As it was expected that the plaster on my legs would be removed on Friday, I was getting excited. I was excited about being able to be part of the outside world. I was fed up with living between the four walls of our huge flat. As the day of walking on the ground without any support approached, the excitement of breathing like a free man was growing. I told Meera about my desire to go on a drive on Saturday morning, she asked me if that was all I cared about.
I felt she was slightly offended by my choice of wish. Perhaps she was expecting me to be thrilled about her moving into my room.
“Not just that. I’m excited about you too.”
I said. But my answer didn’t look convincing to her.
During the dinner, we discussed taking a vacation to enjoy some quality time together. She suggested we go to the south and spend a night in a houseboat. I agreed happily.
 
Friday, we were going to visit the hospital to remove the plaster on my leg too. Thursday, Desai phoned me. "You're going to get up and run tomorrow, my friend." He said.
I smiled, "walking will do enough."
"No, it won't. The bed that you have been resting and resting and resting on is going to shake a lot in the night, after a two-month break, isn't it?"
I was amused by his teasing.
He went on. "You might not have counted how many days have passed since you made love to your lovely wife last time. But I'm a man who counts everything. Eight weeks. Your days of loneliness have been longer than mine. So I can only guess the magnitude of your desperation for Meera. I can already hear the sound of your bed shaking like anything. Aren't you excited about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow..." I laughed a little. "I'm excited, for sure; but I don't think the bed is going to shake like that."
"Come on man, don't disappoint me. Don't disappoint Meera. And don't disappoint yourself." Desai said.
"Are you excited about it?" I asked and after a small pause, I went on, “after me, you'll be having your best time with my wife, won't you?"
"I'm rather excited more about you, Krish."
Desai said.
"About me?"
"Yes. I want to watch it. Your first night after many months."
“But you are not even here.”
“I’m coming back tomorrow.”
"No, Desai," I said. "I would prefer it to be a private moment."
"I would call it a selfish moment," Desai said. "You want to watch me having sex with her but you don't let me watch you."
"That was your fantasy, making me watch you doing it with my wife."
"Yours too."
"Yes, I agree."
"This is my fantasy. I have my reason to justify it in your favour."
"How?"
"Because it will help Meera become a little more open to our final fantasy. If she's okay to be intimate with you in my presence, I'm sure she wouldn't mind doing it with me in your presence too."
I knew it was not going to work.
“But I don't think Meera would be okay,” I said.
"Leave that to me."
I laughed, "You are so confident. You're a great manipulator. You'll tell her that it's my idea."
"I told you, Krish. Leave it to me. Tomorrow, you'll be making out with her. Imagine…" Desai's voice became soft as he spoke further, "your Meera lying in that bed… and you, slowly pushing it deep inside her... I want to see her face. She will be shy like how she was on your first night after marriage. She will behave like a virgin girl because of my presence. She might not let you remove her clothes... But it wouldn't take away any fun."
I had started imagining it already.
"And after that? When will you have your moment?"
"My days in Pune are over, my friend. I will be leaving soon. Maybe on Sunday. So naturally, I would love to have my moment with her before that, if you allow me."
I could sense the excitement in his voice. But I could imagine a wolf's grin behind that voice. He had fucked my wife behind my back twice. And he was suddenly pretending to be an innocent who needed my consent to touch her.
"Don't make a joke of it, Desai. I know you don't need my consent anymore."
I said. He laughed a little.
"So tomorrow, get ready for action, my boss!" He said.
 
I was not sure if he would succeed in convincing Meera about allowing him inside our bedroom to sit and watch. Desai's intention was surely not just to watch us. If it was, he would have suggested doing it in hiding, without asking Meera. But he wanted to introduce the idea to Meera so that later he could reverse the scenario to make me watch when he has sex with her. 
In other words, his fantasy was to fuck my wife in my presence. He was longing to make her scream with pleasure right in front of her husband.
 
The next day we went to the hospital and got the plaster removed. Meera had taken a day off and remained by my side. As soon as I got up from the bed and looked at Meera, she took two steps back.
"Don't embarrass me like last time, Krish." She warned me with a smile. The shyness in her smile only added to her beauty and I felt the urge to defy her warning right away. I waited until the nurse left us momentarily but Meera moved away from me.
I wondered how she would react when I take her to bed in the presence of Desai. I felt thrilled by the thought. I felt horny.
It was just the beginning. It took us the whole day to complete the medical check-up and for the doctor to dismiss further treatment. But the long waiting period through the procedure only helped the excitement to grow steadily.
As I walked through the busy corridor, even a touch of Meera's arm made my cock throb in my pants. Deep in my mind, I was already dreaming of stuffing it inside her pussy. Like Desai had told me, I was suddenly looking forward to seeing my wife behaving like a virgin girl.
 
Just before we were leaving the hospital, Desai showed up. He was coming straight from the airport. Seeing him I felt a sense of secret joy and excitement. I was suddenly thinking about all the things he had promised, even though I was still not ready to admit it openly.
Desai asked me to walk and I did it readily. Meera was watching us, amused.
“Are you guys running a fashion show here?” She scolded us. “This is a hospital, mind it.”
“We are just celebrating it, ma’am.” Desai hugged me and told Meera. “And we know this is not the place for that.”
He asked for the car key as we began to leave the hospital.
“Where are you taking us?” Meera protested. But she gave in when I sided with Desai.
"We are gonna celebrate this," Desai said again and drove us to a bar attached posh restaurant.
Meera protested, "It's too early to have dinner, Susheel."
"But it's never too early to have a drink, baby."
Desai said casually and looked at me. "Don't tell me you are under medication. You are not."
"I still have some medicines," I argued.
"You will live without them. Don't worry." He replied.
In the restaurant he allowed the waiter to lead us to a table. As Meera sat down, Desai gestured for me to take the seat next to her. He was slowly pushing us to be closer, I felt. I wondered how he was going to convince Meera to open the door of our bedroom to him at night.
To be honest, I wanted him to succeed.
 
Desai ordered scotch for all. Meera amended the order by opting for vodka.
"I will stop at one," she said as soon as the waiter left.
Desai smiled at her, "I would suggest Krish too stop at one."
"Why?"
I asked.
"Meera will tell you why."
"Oh," Meera smiled. "It has nothing to do with that."
Desai nodded at her, "I will see."
"What you will see?" Meera asked and turned to me. "Did you tell him you wouldn't mind his presence in our bedroom tonight?"
Meera's questioning came sooner than expected.
I looked at Desai.
"You did exactly what I thought. Don't you have another trick up your sleeve?"
I asked.
Desai smirked.
 "It's a trick that has always worked. It will work tonight too."
He said.
"It won't." Meera declared.
With the arrival of drinks, our conversation shifted to other subjects briefly before returning to the earlier one.
"Krish must have told you he would say yes if I said okay. And then you asked me if I would do it since he already said okay. This is pure manipulation but you should have understood by now that it has become so easy to catch you." Meera said. "But I guess you're holding a trump card that you aren't revealing."
"It's his confidence," I opined, "for having all his dreams turned into reality in the past."
As our first drink finished too soon, Desai quickly ordered a repeat without asking. I thought Meera would stop him. But she didn't.
"About my confidence," Desai said after taking a sip from the refilled glass. "You won't believe me if I told you I was a boy who suffered from the lack of self-confidence. But it's the truth. I had to train myself to become what I am now. My dad was a person who believed in discovering our own path. In other words, I was left with a rich kid tag but no money in my pocket. Eventually, my dad's vision helped me. Even before he thought of teaching me the basics of business, I had established my own business. We didn't call it a start-up then. It was what it was. Krish is right. What makes us confident is our past. It’s a universal truth."
"Question is, but, whether your confidence would work this time or not."
I said.
"Meera said I'm holding a trump card which is true as well. It is again my past." Desai went on, "Even though I am a corporate and my ways are strictly professional I have never done anything that would later make me regret. Many people might have felt that I have used them, but in my point of view, the people I have used have also used me. They have benefited from me. I have never destroyed anyone. I have never let anyone destroy me too. I am a man of prosperity, not destruction. What Meera and you have changed in me is the way that I behave with people. There was a time when I thought that I had the right to be rude to anyone. Even with my parents. You guys taught me to be polite. And still, you can go forward. That's a big change, isn't it? You know the people in my office have never loved me the way they do now. That's the reason how I'm able to sit in Krish's office and enjoy it."
We kept listening as Desai led the conversation with his pieces of thoughts. I had noticed that whenever he talked about his past, it was worth listening to. This time too, it was the same.
 
We had dinner after our second drink and then we headed home. Desai didn't try to bring the subject back. But as we reached our house, Desai asked Meera what she was going to wear for the night.
"I will change to a top and pyjamas; why?"
She asked.
"Come on, Meera," Desai said. "Don't make it a regular night. Do you know how many weeks have passed since you slept with him? Ask him."
Meera looked at me.
"Eight weeks, Meera," I said readily.
Meera was amused.
"You're counting the weeks!" She laughed, "so, do you want me to dress up for tonight?"
"Yes," I said.
"It's getting cheeky..." She said. "Can't we just make out in this? Don't I look good?"
But she had no intent to stick with the regular kurti. She went to her bedroom to change.
 
As I sat with Desai in the hall, he quietly handed me a small box. It was a packet of condoms. I was surprised.
“You'll need it. She's not on her safe days. I know you wouldn't have thought about it” Desai said.
“Yeah, I didn't think about it,” I admitted.
“Don't hold back, buddy.”
He patted me on the shoulder.
I thought about buying pills for Meera after Desai had sex with her in my car. Now he had bought me a condom.
“What are you thinking?”
Desai asked.
“I was thinking about the other night when I had to buy a morning-after pill for Meera.”
Desai smiled, “Now I'm buying you a condom. This is called karma.”
I smiled and opened the condom packet. But Desai took the whole packet from my hand to return me just one from the pack.
“You get to celebrate your first night only once, dude,” Desai said. “After that, she’s mine.”
I felt he was too engrossed in the fantasy of his girlfriend coming back to him after sleeping with someone else who incidentally was her husband. I wondered if he was going to demand her to come back in the night itself so that he could taste her freshly fucked pussy. I knew I was overthinking.
 
"Do you think she is gonna let you watch?" I asked.
"Forget it, Krish. Just concentrate on your girl. Just screw her, hard. Celebrate this opportunity."
I could sense the excitement in his voice.
"It feels like you are her husband and you're making her sleep with someone else."
I said.
"It's a good fantasy. Do you want to live that fantasy?" He asked and got up to start walking to my bedroom. I followed him. He picked up something from Meera's wardrobe.
"What is it?"
I asked.
Desai hid the item from me and asked me to freshen up.
"Don't hold back yourself, Krish. After you, she's gonna return to me and be my girl until I leave on Sunday." He said and went back to the hall.
It now made sense why he was pushing me and Meera to have sex. He was going to leave on Sunday. So he was going to have Meera for him on Saturday. 
Maybe for the whole day after tonight, I thought. When I went to the washroom and took a piss, the thought of him reuniting with her dominated my mind. 
But tonight she is yours. I assured myself.
 
When Meera returned from her room, she was at her seductive best. Wearing a magenta off-shoulder dress with a flared hem that ended an inch above her knees, she oozed the smell of sex from the moment she walked into the hall. The short sleeves of the dress were loose enough to hang along the upper arm, leaving her armpits on full display. The dress though flared at the lower end was thin enough to reveal the shape of her breasts and hip, and made me wonder if she wore it as per the taste of Desai. There was a fair amount of cleavage on display, with the only jewellery she wore - a thin necklace with a leaf-shaped pendant of black gemstone - hanging deep into her cleavage. 
I forgot to take my eyes off her.
"Wow," Desai stood up from the sofa to receive her. "Are you from heaven," he paused a moment and then went on, "or are you here to take us to heaven?"
Meera smiled. She hadn't put on lipstick but it didn't stop her from looking gorgeous.
"Yes, but only one of you," she said with a playful smile. I was stunned by her nonchalance. I thought Desai's plan – whatever it was – was already a success.
"Then that lucky chap is this gentleman," Desai gestured at me.
I smiled at Meera.
“You look stunning, baby,” I said.
Meera laughed. “Are you trying to be Susheel?”
“No, I mean it.”
 I said quickly. Though smiling, she gave me a look to suggest to have taken note of that.
Desai moved and stood next to her.
“Are you ready for the night, baby?”
Meera stood and looked at him in the eyes, and then laughed a little.
“You know Susheel, now we’ve seen enough of you doing your tricks. It’s like we now understand that you don’t wait for anything to happen automatically. You are…umm…you have something in your mind for tonight that you are going to put to use and help it become something crazy. But I just…” Meera threw a glance at me to pause and continue to him. “I am kinda curious how you are planning to pull it off…whatever it is.”
“My plan is not very wild…” Desai said with a smile. “It will break my heart, but I’m ready to experience it.”
I was not going to let him look so humble.
“He’s trying to push you to me so that he will have his chance with you later.”
I revealed casually.
“Not surprised. But I’m still wondering how he’s gonna convince us to do it right away.” Meera said and looked at him. “Which card do you have up your sleeve, mister?”
I was getting a little jealous because of the smile she was lending him. That she was standing nearer to him than me was only adding to it.
Desai carefully pulled out something from his pocket.
“With this,” he held out his hand to her. I saw what it was.
It was a small silver container. I recognised it immediately. It was Meera's sindoor box.
“Owww…” Meera laughed aloud and quickly grabbed it from his hand. “You are such a…”
She paused abruptly and looked at me. Desai was watching her cute expression but he then snatched the container back from her. And he handed it to me.
“This is for you, Krish. This will help you become her husband for a few hours.”
He said.
I was stunned. I felt a pang of relief as I took the box. Only then I realised how I was perturbed by the memories of Desai making good use of Meera's sindoor a few months ago.
“Thank you,” I said and I could sense the thrill in my voice.
“What do you mean by this will help him become my husband for a few hours?” Meera wondered.
“Because, after that, you are going to come back to me. That’s the fantasy.”
Desai said, putting his hand around Meera and pushing her toward me. “My friend is going to make love to you, baby. You’ll enjoy it. But you’ll have to remember that there’s someone who’s waiting and longing for your return.”
Meera laughed again.
“This is getting cheeky. I can’t believe…”
I was not listening to her. I was carefully opening the box, and I then took a pinch of sindoor from it and then looked at my wife.
Meera stopped making noise and suppressed her laughter. She was becoming shy, suddenly.
“Go,” Desai pushed her again.
Meera was struggling hard not to laugh as I applied the powder at the topmost centre of her forehead. I felt the feeling of doing it, as I secretly felt like I was rightfully getting my wife back after she was taken by Desai many times behind my back. I spent a moment watching in awe how a dot on the right spot had elevated my wife’s beauty.
“Come on, Krish; A little more...” Desai said. “It shouldn’t be spoilt. You better use sufficient quantity so that she remains your wife for the whole night."
Meera laughed and nodded at me. I took another pinch from the box and applied it over the same dot. Some of the powder fell on her nose and lips. I tried to wipe it clean.
"Don't use your hands, Krish," Desai warned. I looked at him, amused.
"Kiss her, man," Desai added with a smile.
Before Meera could make her reaction, I had sealed her mouth with a kiss. Suddenly, I was shivering with hunger. I pressed my mouth and undid the small amount of resistance from Meera and forcefully opened her mouth. I sucked on her tongue and I felt Meera had let go of her hesitation. I took turns sucking her lower and upper lips before running my tongue over them. 
“Take her, Krish. Seal your moment.”
I heard Desai's voice.
As I began to lift her in my arms, Meera protested with a giggle.
“No, no, Krish. Don't hurt yourself. I'll walk.”
She held my hand and we walked into the bedroom. We kissed again standing by the bed. This time kiss was intense. My arms started roaming around her body and she hugged me back around my neck. I soon extended the kiss to her throat and even bent down to her cleavage.
As we took a break she looked at me like she wanted more.
"Eight weeks, huh?"
She said with a smile.
I shook my head, "eight weeks."
I leaned forward but she sat on the bed and moved to its centre to lie down. I was amazed to see that suddenly Meera was not showing any form of hesitation. It was a joy to watch her expressing her excitement to invite me into the bed. Just before I began to climb to the bed, I heard a chair being pulled behind me. I turned my head and saw Desai sitting there.
Meera saw him too.
"Are you gonna sit there, Susheel?"
She asked.
Desai smiled at her. His silence made me turn my attention back to Meera. I climbed to the bed and bent forward. Our lips met again. Even though I was deliberately ignoring Desai, his presence in the room only increased my excitement. It was happening. He was going to witness Meera lying on the bed with her legs split and getting fucked by me.
The thought was taking over me like a storm. I kept my body weight on the bed next to Meera and kissed her. My right hand moved downward measuring the depths and curves of her body. I caressed her breasts and squeezed the side of her belly, over the clothes. There was an unmissable sense of exhilaration filling my head that I was not going to be stopped anymore. And soon, I was touching between her legs.
Precisely aware of the fact that Desai was watching us, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Meera too didn't hesitate to suck it. I moved the tip of my tongue around the gum of her front row of teeth. Her palm rested on my neck. I soon grabbed it and pressed it down to the bed and kissed her cleavage. The off-shoulder dress made it easy to pull down from the chest and I pulled down the strapless bra along with it. And I didn't waste another second taking her nipple into my mouth. Meera's fingers ran through my hair and I took turns sucking both nipples.
My right hand again reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy over the panty. The dress had lost its position already and her thighs were on display for Desai. I could sense the rise in Meera's breath with my slow touches, and I delve further into her pleasure zone by going down to land a kiss between her legs. 
"Krish..." I heard a gasp from Meera; sort of a warning. 
I sat up and began to pull down her panty. But Meera didn't let me. She got up too and kissed me and then started undressing my shirt. It seemed she had forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I helped her remove my shirt. She smiled at me lovingly and started kissing my chest. She drew a circle around my nipple with her tongue and I laughed.
"Finally I have my baby."
I said and grabbed her face to kiss her again. She responded with her mouth open, and I found her hands working to unbutton my trousers. My heart started beating hard, anticipating the moment she start sucking my dick in front of Desai. Meera's hand soon disappeared into my pants and I felt her fingers around my dick. It throbbed and I gasped.
"Baby, are you ready for me?"
I whispered.
"Mmm..." 
"You are mine..."
I whispered again.
Meera looked into my eyes.
"Am I?"
There was a spark in her eyes that she wanted me to notice. She grabbed my hand with her other hand and brought it between her legs.
"Is this yours?"
She was asking me to take back what was rightfully mine. She hadn't forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I learnt it in a second. 
"Yes," I said and pushed her into the bed. With added vigour, I pulled down her panty and quickly knelt between her legs. And I bent down to give a slow deliberate lick on her pussy. I heard a moan from her. I bent down again to lick more. However, I suddenly found myself being dominated by the thought that I was eating a pussy which had been fucked many times by a man who was watching it from a few feet away, and I think I slowed down a bit.  
Desai was indeed watching me closely.
"Lick harder, Krish. She's very fond of it." I heard his voice.
"Shut up, Susheel."
Meera warned him before I could even acknowledge.
"I'm just trying to help him, babe."
He said again.
"He doesn't need your help. He knows how to do it."
With her words, I found her palm behind my head. I felt a pang of insult as I thought they were competing with each other to make me eat her coveted pussy. But the moans from Meera were seductive enough to make me continue. It was part of the game. I thought as I pushed my tongue deep into the softness.
 
But as I finished and looked up I saw Meera's eyes drawn towards Desai. I looked at him. He was sitting on the chair with his hands by the sides, and I couldn't miss the sight of the huge bulge between his thighs. I felt the urge to respond by shoving my dick into her pussy. As if having read my mind, Meera sat up and pulled down my pants. She pulled it down a few inches only and then grabbed my dick with the other hand to reveal it. 
I knew my dick was now on display but it didn't affect my arousal. With Meera jerking it slowly, I lay on my back on the bed to invite her for more. With more comfort, Meera used both her hands to jerk my dick and rub my balls at the same time. I thought she was going to suck it. I was waiting for it.
"Start sucking it, baby."
The words of encouragement came from Desai, turning my attention to him. 
"Come on..."
Desai said again.
"Shut up Susheel..."
Meera said. This time there was a smirk on Meera's lips. Her voice was softer. I felt she was now enjoying his interruption.
 
I didn't wait for another second as I pulled her to lie next to me and bombarded her with another attack on her lips with my thirsty mouth. I could sense the strength of her body decreasing as if she was inviting me to take over. I climbed over her, and her arms ran around me. As my erection pressed between her legs with a part of her dress causing an unwanted separation, she smiled at me. There was a spark in her eyes that I loved absolutely, knowing that now she was seeing just me.
"I missed you like hell, baby," I said. My voice was a whisper.
Suddenly I found the strength of Meera's body returning, and she gave a lick across my lips.
"I missed you too, my love."
She whispered and pushed me aside. I moved to the side to lie on my back and allowed her to climb over me. Meera quickly threw her leg over me first, and then sat on my waist. But she didn't sit up; she rather came down to kiss me. The kiss was light. I ended up opening my mouth to welcome her, but she paused a second and then spat into my mouth. It was unexpected.
"You wanted this, didn't you, honey?"
She asked. The spark in her eyes didn't let me blink.
"Yes..."
My voice was a moan.
"You want more?"
She asked and spat again before I could say yes. And then, before I finished swallowing her saliva, she pushed her lips into my mouth to let me suck them at will. My arms went downward to lift her dress to start caressing her ass. The pose didn't last more than a few seconds as we hurriedly swapped our positions. Our bodies were magically brought into a place that we were looking for and Meera parted her legs properly for me, wider than ever.
As my mind started urging me to shove my dick into her well-moist hole, I reminded myself about the condom. I found it in my pocket and I quickly tore the packet open and started wearing it. Meera was surprised.
“Condom?”
It was indeed a rare thing for us.
“Yeah,” I said. “You're not on safe days, are you?”
I asked.
“Who told you that?”
Her reaction left me puzzled. I didn't know what to say but I knew I shouldn't say the truth.
However, the delay in my response was my response. Meera turned to Desai.
“You must have told him!”
“I knew he would need it.”
Desai said.
“So much for your friend! You guys are crazy.”
“We are brothers. Our hearts beat with the same feelings.”
“Don't tell me your dicks get hard the same way.” Meera quipped on the flow and then covered her mouth with her hand before looking at me. “I'm sorry.”
I smiled at her. I had finished wearing the rubber.
Our lips met again, and I didn't stop kissing her while guiding my dick into her pussy. Meera created circles around me with her legs and arms around me, welcoming me.
And I started fucking her hard, finally breaking the kiss. The way Meera exhaled with each of my pushes made me go faster during the next. I wanted to slow down after a while but my body was caught on fire already. My pace only increased and Meera started to pant soon. She threw her arms around my neck and moaned.
"Aaa...aaa...aaa... Krish..."
I reached the peak sooner than I anticipated, and I felt it should be just a minute.
"I'm cumming baby..."
I declared and pounded hard. I was beyond the point of no return.
"Mmm..."
Meera made a sound that came from her throat. And as I started ejaculating, she grabbed my head to pull me down and cry into my mouth.
"Aaa...aaah!"
She had hit an orgasm. It was so satisfying to watch. And suddenly I remembered that all of this was happening in front of Desai. And I felt proud of being watched. I was sure that I hadn't given her a long experience of penetrative sex but still the excitement of doing it with me after such a long gap had done the trick. Perhaps Desai's presence in the room too had helped.
We were panting but we still found time to kiss and share the love.
I rolled off her body and laughed.
"Oh my God. It was so good, baby."
Meera took a piece of cloth and wiped her pussy.
"Wow. That was some great first night moments." Desai said.
I smiled at him proudly.
As the panting settled, I turned to face Meera and him. I was still fully naked and Meera was still wearing the dress. Her dress at her neckline had slipped down to her hip to expose her breasts completely. Meera quickly pulled it to cover them though, as if she suddenly became aware of Desai's presence. She pulled down the lower end of the dress to cover her thighs too.
I sat up and looked for my pants. I couldn't find my pants.
"It's here."
Desai got up and picked up the clothes from the floor, next to the foot end of the bed.
My dick was completely exposed but I didn't feel the urge to hide it. I was not going to behave shyly. I slowly got up and drank some water from the jar, still keeping the clothes in one hand.
My dick was unusually hard, perhaps thrilled by my own boldness to put it on display.
Desai stood next to the bed and forwarded his hand to Meera.
"Are you tired, baby?"
He asked with a smirk. 
Meera bit her lips. And she slowly pushed his hand away.
“It feels stupid now,” she said with shyness in her subtle movements. She was trying to keep her dress in place, although it was already in place. She kept pulling the neckline up and the lower edge down to her knees, and looked a bit lost about what to do. “Suddenly it feels like I became naked in the wrong place.” She added, trying to look deliberately stupid.
“You look adorable, baby.”
Desai said softly and forwarded his hand again.
"You managed to enter our personal moments too. Is there anything left in your mind after this?" Meera asked. She held his hand and sat up and placed her feet on the ground. She adjusted her dress again, pulling up the neckline of the dress.
"Krish has spoilt your Sindoor."
Desai said and tucked her hair strands behind her ear. He was now standing very close to her, and she was looking up, giving him a chance to study her face. They were looking each other in the eyes. I started wearing my clothes.
"You have spoilt her Sindoor, Krish."
Desai said to me, his eyes still fixed on Meera's face. And he slowly touched her cheek with his fingers and then brushed her lips with his thumb. I expected Meera to look away or push him away, accusing him to be weird. But she only kept her eyes on his face. And as his fingers moved below her chin, she further lifted her face.
“He was rough,” I heard him whisper.
“Did you see it?”
Meera asked.
“Couldn’t even blink.”
“How did it feel?”
“I could relate well to his feelings,” Desai tucked her hair strands behind her ear again, making me wonder if he was trying to be intimate with her. He went on, “I’ve done this many times myself, so.”
Meera smiled, “isn’t it what you wanted to watch?”
“I only wanted to watch you in happiness.”
Desai said and looked at me. “Are you happy about what you’ve done, Krish?”
“Yes, I’m happy,” I said. I had finished pulling up my pants.
“So now I guess I can take my baby back!”
I thought he was joking.
“What,” the first voice of resistance came from Meera. “Are you crazy?”
Desai didn’t reply to her. Instead, he bent down and landed a soft kiss on her lips. I watched in disbelief as his lips touched my wife’s lips which I was sucking like a lollipop a few minutes ago. Meera was as stunned as I was.
“Come,” Desai grabbed her hands.
“No, Susheel…”
Meera said in a voice that suddenly felt more tired than ever. But Desai's invitation continued through his eyes. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot to make a stand. I would have bobbed my head sideways, had Meera cared to seek my opinion. But she didn’t.
And I watched her slowly getting up, though she looked far from being convinced. As soon as she stood up, Desai kissed her again, this time more intently. His palm covered her ear but I didn’t miss the sight of her lips opening to welcome his kiss.
Meera's chest had started to move. Even my breathing had increased.
“This night is going to be a little longer,” Desai whispered and turned to me. “Let’s call it a day, my friend. Good night.” He turned his head back to her without waiting for my response. I thought he was going to kiss her again.
“No,” Meera said quickly, giving me false hope for a moment before adding, “not here, Susheel.”
She had taken a stand I was never going to take. She had agreed to join him in bed right after making love to me.
Desai smiled at her and turned to me again.
“Say goodnight to her, Krish.” He said.
I could only nod at her. Desai put his arm around her and walked out.
“I didn’t even wash,” I heard Meera saying.
“You don’t have to,” Desai said to her. “You are alright, honey.”
 
I felt he was ready to welcome her no matter what; no matter what she was doing moments ago. I had already watched him kiss her mouth despite knowing how I was sucking her lips. Now he didn’t even have the patience to let her clean herself after having sex with me. He was so addicted to my wife.
I wondered if Desai was showing signs of a cuckold nature of his own.
What fantasy is he playing secretly in his mind?
 
Meera had thrown a glance at me as before she walked with him. I took it as a cue to follow them. But as soon as they entered Desai's room, he closed the door. I rushed to the door and tried to push it open slowly. But it was bolted from the inside!
 
I was not sure whether I should be devastated or excited. Perhaps I was both. I had found the joy of making love to my wife hardly ten minutes ago, and I was then left to witness the sight of her walking into another man’s bedroom. For a moment I felt robbed, and tricked by Desai. But then I thought otherwise. Desai too had been waiting for this night. He had repeatedly told me that he was going to take Meera ‘back’ after my time. He named it ‘first night’ and helped me make love to my wife as if she was a ‘virgin girl’. His presence in my bedroom was a reason for the added excitement between me and Meera. Even though I was not able to last long like I should have liked, I was able to take her to the top of the pleasure hill. Watching me bringing her to the heavenly feeling, Desai would have become jealous, I thought.
 
Standing in front of the closed soundproof door was of no use. I rued my old decision not to drill holes in Desai's room while walking back to the hall. I sat on the sofa for some time and then headed back to my room. I switched off the lights in the hall, as it was now obvious that Meera was not going to return to me in the night. I stood next to my bed and looked at it. I tried to imagine how Meera was lying there with her legs parted, welcoming my dick into her pussy. And then I wondered what she would be doing in Desai's room at the moment. I could not imagine. My head was already filled with visuals of Desai's muscular body, fully naked, going up and down.
He must be walking the path to heaven and Meera would have already started screaming loud with pleasure. I thought.
 
I lay in bed and switched off the light. I felt a sense of loneliness taking over me. It was unlike the loneliness I had been living since the day of my fall. It was different. But I didn't know how to react to it. There was no pain.
I touched my dick and its hardness was still strong. I wrapped my fingers around it and tried to remember the feeling of moving it inside Meera. I felt my body becoming warmer. Before I knew it, I was jerking it.
Later, before I fell asleep I tried to calm myself down with the hope that I would be able to listen to the recording from Desai's room in the morning.
 
Chapter to be cont’d