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

[krish_999]

Chapter - 44

My eyes suddenly fell on my large clothing shelf. It had enough space for me to hide, and the chance of Meera opening it was slim. For a moment, I wondered if there was any chance of Meera knowing that I was already home. When I was talking to her on the phone, we had only spoken about her whereabouts. I hadn’t told her where I was. She was probably expecting me to be home; her ringing the doorbell suggested that. However, she would be easily convinced otherwise if I did not open it.

I thought the odds were in my favor.
I decided quickly and moved to open the door of the shelf. There was enough space for me to hide behind the clothes on the hangers. I looked back to check if I had left any evidence of my presence. I saw my shoes lying on the floor, quickly grabbed them, and rearranged Meera's clothes that I had touched while sleeping on the bed earlier. I hurried back to quietly slip inside the shelf. As I slowly closed the door and immersed myself in complete darkness, I heard the front door opening. I could literally hear my heartbeat, but I concentrated all my senses on any sound coming from the hall.
There was no spoken voice. A few seconds later, I heard someone walking into the room. Although there were no spoken words, I could tell it was Meera from her movements. The light in the room was switched on soon after. I suddenly realized that she would soon call me, and I would be caught when my phone rang. I quickly pulled out my phone and put it on airplane mode.
 
Meera's phone started ringing after a while. I peeped through the gap between the shelf doors. Meera glanced around and answered the phone quickly. She stood in front of her dressing mirror and placed the phone down on the dressing table.
“Meera…” I heard Desai's voice from the phone. The call was on speaker.
“Hello,” Meera said in a calm voice as she began to slowly remove her earrings.
“I was checking if everything’s fine, all safe.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But Krish isn't home, and his phone is not reachable,” Meera replied, her voice carrying some curiosity.
“Isn’t he?” Desai asked. “Maybe he got busy with Maithrei, told you already.”
“Ha ha.” Meera giggled casually as she finished removing one earring and started on the other. “What about Maithrei’s family? They must also be there, aren’t they?”
"Think about it, Meera. They could have gone somewhere else too.”
Meera paused. "You really think so?"
"Why not?" Desai replied. "They could have decided to spend some time together. It would explain why Krish’s phone is off."
Meera smiled again. “Well, I guess you have a point,” and then she began to unfasten her necklace. She knew Desai was trying to trick her.
“Should I come back, Meera?” he asked after a momentary pause.
My senses became extra cautious at his question.
“Why?” Meera asked.
Desai’s response was smooth and suggestive. "I think we might never have another opportunity like this in the near future. I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Hey…” Desai's voice was soft. “I’m sure you have noticed my eyes… you know how I was dying to stare into your eyes, Meera… I miss seeing the shine in them. Don’t you miss me?”
“Susheel…” Meera’s voice took on a tone of caution. “What are you saying?”
“I… I haven’t left. I can come back.”
“Susheel, no.” Meera said quickly, looking at the phone. “Just leave.”
“Come on, Meera. Can’t you just let me see you?”
“Oh…” Meera sighed. “Susheel… are you even thinking about what you’re saying? Please… go.”
Meera was pleading. I felt a jolt of shock as the tone of their conversation changed in a few seconds. My heart raced, and I felt I was going to witness something I was unprepared for. I struggled to keep my breathing quiet.
“Should I leave?” Desai asked again.
Meera turned away from the mirror and leaned back onto the dressing table. I could see how shaken her psyche was with uncertainty.
"What if Krish comes back?" Meera asked. “It won’t be a nice meeting; I’m warning you.”
Why isn’t she asking him to leave?
"I'll leave before he comes.”
"Susheel…” Meera's voice trembled. “You are definitely scheming. It’s not going to end well.”
"I just want to see you," Desai insisted.
"Oh my God, my heart is already beating hard," Meera confessed nervously. "Are you sure? You’re not planning something stupid, are you?"
"Just a few seconds. Let me talk to my driver, and I'm coming back," Desai reassured her.
"I’m scared, Desai. What if we end up doing something wrong?"
Desai’s voice was calm and reassuring. "Are you still concerned about what is right and wrong, Meera? Ask your heart and listen to what it says."
“I’m not going to cheat on him. Let me make that clear.”
"You’re worrying too much, babe.” Desai said. "See you in a minute."
The call was disconnected.
 
I was stunned as if lightning had struck me.
What are they scheming? What has suddenly happened? What are they planning? Is it even real? Am I dreaming all this?
 
It was real. As soon as the call ended, Meera hurriedly moved to grab her clothes from the bed and stuffed them into a drawer. She closed the half-open drawer of the wardrobe and also pulled the bed sheet on the bed to remove its wrinkles. Then, she turned to face the mirror, as if to ensure she still looked her best. She was preparing to welcome Desai back into her house.
I had definitely heard her saying no to him. But the way her voice was breaking and the way she was suddenly becoming conscious of herself and the surroundings together told me that she was preparing for his return!
 
Saying that I was shocked doesn’t even begin to cover what I was experiencing. It was unlike anything I’d seen in a long time.
Is my wife about to betray me? And without giving me any hints?
The realization that this betrayal came at a time when I thought I had everything under control only amplified its impact. There was no seduction, no romance, no teasing. She was putting up signs of resistance and refusal, but I could see clearly that even she was aware she wasn’t doing it wholeheartedly. A part of her wanted to see where this would go. Another part of her wanted to see where it would take her. Just an opportunity and a small push – that was enough for her to falter, I felt. The sound of Meera's hurried movements and her nervous excitement made my heart pound with a mix of fear and frustration.
 
As Meera finished arranging the room, she looked back at the bed and then hurried to the hall. I sat inside the shelf, backing off from peeping through the small gap in the shelf door. The seconds seemed to stretch endlessly as I waited in that darkness, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me.
 
I heard the front door opening and closing. I opened the shelf door slightly so I could hear the voices coming from the hall. Luckily, Meera had left the bedroom door open; the sounds from the hall were audible to me.
“Never thought I would be walking this door again!” I heard Desai's voice. I could sense his excitement from his voice.
“What is it that you want to talk about, Susheel? Can’t you just call me later? You never call me, by the way.” I heard Meera's words, filled with a pang of anger. I felt she was pretending to be angry.
“Meera, I didn’t know it would be so tough to walk away,” Desai's voice was slow.
“You will have to walk away. Krish will be here any minute.”
“Meera, I have asked my driver to watch the gate. He’ll call me if he sees someone enter the building.”
Desai's assurance struck me like lightning. He had come prepared.
“I’m not convinced.”
“Okay, then, call Krish. At least confirm where he is before you start panicking, Meera,” Desai said.
 
I heard footsteps approaching the room, and I became alert. I pulled back the shelf door, leaving just enough of a gap between the doors to see through.
 
Meera picked up her phone from the dressing table and dialed a number—apparently mine. The call, of course, went unanswered, and as she placed the phone down, I saw Desai walking up behind her.
 
Meera turned to him. “Still out of network!”
“My gut feeling is saying he’s already busy with Maithrei,” Desai said.
“Your gut feeling can only say that!” Meera looked him in the eyes. “Susheel, you think only the way you can think. Come on; let’s go sit in the hall. I’m not feeling safe here with you.” She said this with a light-hearted giggle. She moved to pass Desai, but he deliberately blocked her path.
“Do you enjoy feeling safe all the time?” he asked.
Meera sighed. “Susheel… we have moved on, haven’t we?”
“Have we?” Desai's voice was filled with an intensity that made Meera look up, her eyes meeting his.
“Oh, Susheel…” Meera's voice was barely audible. The only reason it was audible was that it was night-time and there was silence everywhere.
“Meera, I can’t go back. I have missed you more than I ever imagined. Meera, I came to leave, but my heart won’t let me. I miss you so much, Meera. There’s no way I can leave like this and breathe like a living human.”
Desai was not the confident business tycoon I had last met a few hours ago; he was a man broken inside from longing.
“Susheel… this is over,” Meera was still trying to turn him back.
“I know it is over. But please stay with me for now.”
“This is wrong… this is not going to end well. You’re putting me in a situation I…” Meera was struggling to speak. “Susheel…”
Desai had a reply to calm her down. "It’s not a path we haven’t walked before.” He moved forward and slowly grabbed her hand. “We’ve shared so much. Trust your feelings."
I saw Meera hesitating, but she didn’t pull her hand back.
"But this feels different," she said, her voice trembling.
"Listen to your heart, Meera. What does it say? Didn’t you miss me?" Desai's voice was so soft that only my heightened sense of hearing made it audible now.
"My heart says I’m messed up, nothing else," Meera admitted.
“Meera, I know you don’t hate me. I can see it in your eyes, baby. I saw it the moment I saw you today.”
There was no reply from Meera. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She must be wondering what to say to make him turn away.
“Meera… look at me… please… give me your eyes at least…” I heard Desai say. It felt like a mumble.
“Susheel, we shouldn’t be here. We don’t want to cheat, do we?”
“Meera, we're not doing anything new. I'm sure Krish wouldn't stop us if he were here. He would enjoy it instead. Then why not us?”
“But he's not here.”
“Because he could be busy with someone else.”
“What if you are wrong?”
“I'm just saying, baby. But we're not here because of them. We’re here because of us. We wanted to meet. We are meeting. We wanted to catch up. We are catching up. We wanted to find the fire. We're finding it. Baby, look at me.” Desai stood close and gently lifted her face with his fingers under her chin. “Don't lose this moment.”
And then he kissed her!
 
To say I was stunned or shocked would be an understatement. The kiss seemed to suddenly calm Meera; or she appeared too stunned to react. Desai's mouth had sealed over hers, and he didn’t seem satisfied with merely tasting her lips. I saw his jaw moving as he sucked on her lips, and his body pressed closer, erasing the gap between them. His arms soon wrapped around her: his left arm traced her back upward, finding a spot behind her neck, while his right arm encircled her just above her love handles, pulling her stomach toward him. In other words, he had my wife in his arms.
I felt a strong temptation to fling open the shelf door and step out. Should I scream at them? “What are you doing? Meera? Desai?”
 
But no part of my body believed I could do that. I had become a statue, breathing at a pace that ensured what was happening in that room would not be interrupted by me. More than what I thought or believed, I wanted to see what would happen next. It was the first opportunity to watch Desai and Meera behave freely and truly become themselves in each other's company.
 
My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded loudly in my ears. The darkness inside the shelf was suffocating, but the tiny sliver of light through the gap allowed me to see just enough. My heart nearly stopped as I saw them slowly moving toward the bed. No, it was Desai trying to move her there!
“Susheel… no…” Meera put her arms between them and tried to push him away. This brought me a sense of relief, though I was surprised to see her resisting. I had clearly seen her surrender to his kiss just a few seconds before.
“Meera, I’m not forcing you, am I?” Desai asked. He had stepped back but still clung to her arms.
Meera looked straight into his eyes. “What’s on your mind, Susheel?”
“Baby, we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon.”
“Susheel…” Meera sighed, continuing to stare at him.
“Meera, how can you let me go?” Desai whispered.
“You should find someone else.”
“No, I only need you in my life.”
“Until I frustrate you, isn’t it?”
“You’re talking about Nidhi, aren’t you? Meera, that day I decided I should let you go and move on. But now I can’t. I’ve tried and failed to move on. I can’t, baby.”
Meera's eyes brightened in a way that frightened me. He was opening up his feelings, and she seemed to like it. For me, it was terrifying. Meera's next words, however, brought me some relief.
“You know I have a husband who will never leave me.”
“But I also know I can coexist with him.”
Meera smiled and patted his cheek, a gesture that seemed like a soft slap across his face. “He is a changed man, now. And I have no desire to go back.”
Desai smiled back at her, “Then don’t tell him.”
 
As they spoke, Desai’s right hand slowly traced her left arm to her shoulder, then moved up to her neck and then to her chin, and finally touched her lips. He gently squeezed her lower lip, and Meera seemed to enjoy his touch.
“Didn’t you miss my touch, honey?”
Desai leaned in again, his face coming a few inches away from hers.
“Please… listen to me, Susheel …” Meera pled, her voice trembling. But she didn’t pull back, and I knew a part of her heart was just waiting to be kissed again.
Desai knew it better than I did. His palm slipped under her ear, pulling her closer as he sealed her lips with his once more. This time, he tilted his head slightly, making the kiss even more intense than before. As their kiss deepened, Desai guided her other hand around him, wrapping it around his torso. She passively obliged, nullifying all the resistance she made until that moment.
 
The sight of my wife in Desai's arms, surrendering to his kisses with such intensity, was something I thought I would never witness again. At one point in my life, this had been a fantasy I longed to watch. After a brief struggle, I had corrected myself and done everything in my capacity to avoid such a scenario. But my fate had other ideas.
Now, I was left to watch this, especially after I had believed my wife was appreciating the new life, without my kinky fantasies. She had revealed a side of herself I never expected, engaging in infidelity with a confidence that I had no involvement in this act, making the impact of her actions even more devastating. I could feel my pulse quicken and my stomach churn as I continued to watch in disbelief.
 
As the intensity of Desai's kiss heightened, his way of expressing his desire also changed. His lips moved away from her mouth, landing non-stop kisses across her face before plunging to her neck. Meera’s breathing grew heavier, and she was forced to lift her chin to give in to his relentless enthusiasm. I watched on as his tongue made a swift pass at the base of her neck, followed by his lips wiping away his saliva from her skin. He returned to her lips, only to shift back to kiss and lick along her bare shoulder. The effects of their long separation and the frustration that came with it were evident in the intensity with which he showered her with his passion. To my astonishment, Meera seemed to genuinely enjoy it. The off-shoulder gown she was wearing seemed to make his advances all too easy. I felt he might tear it off at any moment.
I could tell that Desai had succeeded in arousing her, and what followed next was exactly what I had been dreading all along. Desai slowly moved backward without letting her go, guiding her toward the bed. My heart ached as I saw Meera’s feet follow him, still lost in the relentless kissing. At the same time, a warm sense of anticipation surged through my body, bracing me for what was about to unfold. It was a sensation I knew I could never escape.
 
Meera's arms were wrapped around Desai's torso, clinging to him as they moved. Desai's right hand was gently encircling her neck, drawing her closer with each step they took toward the bed. His left hand rested on her back, and they both appeared lost in the fervour of their kiss, oblivious to everything but each other.
 
They reached the bed, and Meera showed the sign on resistance again, lending me a ray of hope.
“No, Susheel… let’s not go there.”
“Meera… Don’t tell me to leave.”
“Listen, Susheel…” Meera argued, “You came just to talk.”
“We are talking.”
“Huh!” Meera sighed. “This is not what…” She turned her head away. But quickly looked back at him. “You are making me weak, you know?”
“You’re pretending not to see what you’ve done to me, Meera...”
“I know you are good with words.”
“Is that the only thing that you know of me?”
Meera stared at him, and laughed a little, despite all the anger she had been trying to show to him. “Fuck you, Susheel.” She blurted. Her facial expression told me that she enjoyed what she heard. Perhaps he had reminded her of all the good moments they had shared in the past.
Desai grabbed her with his both hands.
“I’d like to hear it again, yes,” he said.
Meera didn’t say anything. To be more precise, she couldn’t; because Desai's mouth had again sealed her lips. And I saw her arms making a circle around him again. I was watching from behind Desai, but I could tell that they were eating each other’s lips.
It didn’t take long before Desai pushed Meera toward the bed behind her, and Meera suddenly became aware of what just happened.
She jumped to stand up again, “No, Susheel, no.”
Desai didn’t give her room to move away from the bed, though.
“What no, my love?”
He asked playfully, and held her hip firmly.
“There is no time, please understand.” Meera pled.
“Means lack of time is the matter of your concern.”
“Everything is my concern, Romeo!”
“Then make my heart your concern, for now,” Desai said and kissed her again. I saw his arms sliding around her, gently caressing the sides of her hips, pulling her closer. He then pushed her again and Meera ended up gently lowering herself onto the bed behind her, pulling him with her. Desai leaned forward to make sure their lips never parted; and their bodies seemed to be in perfect sync. Desai put his left knee on the edge of the bed and bent forward to keep kissing her while cupping his palms around her face. I could hear them breathing hard. Meera leaned backward but didn’t lie down on the bed. She put her arms around Desai's thighs to stay in that position. Desai moved downward to her neck and then to her breasts, over the clothes. His hands reached behind her and apparently pulled down the zipper of her light blue gown. Meera arched further back, and I could see the gown slipping off her body, revealing more of her smooth skin and the strapless bra she wore underneath.
 
Desai supported her body by putting his hands under her back and then lowered his face into the abundance of her softness.
“God forgive me,” I heard Meera whisper. I saw Desai's hand moving behind back; to unhook her bra to free her breasts. Meera did not know it immediately, and as soon as she felt the looseness of her bra, she grabbed the bra cups with her one hand, and tried to keep it in place.
“Susheel…” her voice was filled with uncertainty.
“Show me, Meera. Let me see it, baby.” Desai said and pulled it away from her. I couldn’t see it because my view was blocked by Desai's back, but I knew it as I saw him pulling the bra out and discarding it on the bed. Desai then lowered her body onto the bed, and I saw him move his right hand onto her chest and lower his head to the left side of her chest. He sucked her left breast while caressing the right breast with his right hand.
 
I felt my world crumbling as I watched them, their intimacy unfolding in my marital bed. Meera’s breathing got heavier, her body arching in response to Desai's touch. The pain of betrayal was sharp, cutting through me with every sound and every movement they made. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was the woman I loved, the woman I trusted, now lost in the game of passion with a man who had proved irresistible to her. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, betrayal, anger, and even more to my horror, the familiar sense of unwelcome arousal. I knew I should have left my hiding place, confronted them, or done something, but I was frozen in place, a silent witness to their infidelity.
 
I thought of turning off my phone’s flight mode and dialling Meera's number. Her phone, lying on the dressing table, would ring and might make her think that I’m coming back to the house. Or at least helping her get a grasp of herself, helping her to get out of this. I had used this trick to stop her from falling into another man’s charms long ago, and there was a possibility that I could repeat it once again. But I could not move my body.
 
There was a part of my body that wanted to watch this. To see how it unfolds. The willing cuckold in me. The beast I had sent to sleep had awakened. I was sitting in the limited space inside the shelf, without having any scope to move, and my limbs were confined to a folded condition. But nothing stopped my dick from gaining growth to become a rock that, before I could even become conscious of it, sent my body and mind into a thrilling frenzy of finally watching what I was dying to witness a few months ago – my lovely wife, submitting to the lust in the hands of a man capable of doing it.
 
Desai whispered something into Meera's ear, making her giggle softly. The sound of her giggle told me how much she was drawn to this and the instant jealousy I felt was almost like a knife piercing my heart. Desai got up and helped Meera sit up on the bed, her legs still touching the floor. He stood up momentarily to remove his shirt, revealing his dominant physique. As he moved around a bit while doing so, my gaze fell on Meera, sitting topless – with her bare breasts on full display – and without an iota of shyness. And more than that, what captured my attention was the way she was gazing at his chest, appreciating his physique. Desai tossed his shirt aside and leaned down toward her, again capturing her lips with his. His hands were everywhere – her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Meera moaned softly into his mouth, her body writhing under his touch.
 
After a few seconds, his hands reached down to start pulling her gown down from her thighs, and Meera slowly lifted her body to allow him to pull it over her head; to completely remove it. Meera's gown was gone in an instant; I saw her sitting boldly on the bed in just her panty.
 
I could sense a devastating feeling growing inside me despite my arousal.
How long had she been waiting for this? How could Desai betray me like this?
My thoughts raced. And at the same time, deep down, a part of me knew that this moment had been building up for a long time.
 
I thought Desai gestured toward the bed, and Meera readily skidded her body backward to lie on her back on the bed. This time she properly lay on it, and Desai bent down toward her head and started kissing her. Desai's left hand travelled down her body and slowly slipped under the waistband of her panties. Before I could guess what was coming, Meera arched her back as his palm wormed inside her panties. I bit my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to process the scene unfolding before me. Desai's fingers worked their magic, and Meera arched back, her moans becoming more audible with each passing moment.
 
Meera threw her left arm around Desai's neck, pulling him closer. The raw passion between them was undeniable, and it was tearing me apart. Desai moved down, his lips trailing kisses over Meera's body. He took his time, savouring every inch of her. When he finally reached her panties, he pulled them down, revealing her body’s perfection completely. Meera's eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, as she waited for his next move.
 
Desai stood up again, pulling down his pants and underwear. He was now as naked as she was, and the sight of them both, completely exposed, was almost too much to bear. The anticipation of an unknown danger was killing me. Meera glimpsed onto him, and then closed her eyes.
“Oh my God!” Her voice was hollow. I saw her upper body quivering, and she refused to open her eyes for a few seconds. She seemed too stunned to react. But at the same time, she wasn’t doing anything to indicate that she didn’t want him to continue.  Desai soon climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Meera was forced to open her eyes this time.
“Susheel…”Meera was now looking at his eyes. “You know I can’t stop you, don’t you?”
“I know that I can’t stop me.” Desai said, caressing her thighs, and he then slowly lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Just before her legs were raised, I thought I caught a glimpse of his dick.
Erect. Thick. Dark. Enough to kill my psyche for a moment.
"How much I missed this," Desai whispered, and Meera smiled, with a sense of disbelief dominating her eyes.
"Did you miss me, Meera?" he asked.
“Susheel… I…” Meera's voice was just a helpless moan.
Desai grabbed his dick without breaking eye contact with her and slowly caressed it. He was warming up his monster.
I should make a phone call to interrupt them, now.  I heard someone screaming inside me.
“Did you miss me, baby?” Desai asked again. I swallowed as I watched him lift his dick and then move his grip from its tip to the base, slowly. Its round head was visible to me and I felt it was shiny.
"Mmm... Yes," she replied. She seemed half-asleep. I forgot to breathe for a moment.
"I love to hear this, baby," Desai said and slowly positioned his dick between her legs, and without giving me time to anticipate his next move, he swiftly guided it into her. And I watched his hip moving all the way forward!
"Aaah…."
Meera's response was a soft cry.
"This sound, the sound of your breathing when I go inside you, is what I’ve been dreaming of for the past six months. Can you feel me, my baby girl?"
Desai's voice was as soft and seductive as it could be. Meera's response was just a moan. The movement of her lips, the quivering, told me how much she loved the feel of his dick inside her pussy.
"Can you feel me, my baby?" Desai asked again.
"Yes…"
"You love it?"
"Mmm…" Meera nodded at him. Her eyes did not want to free him. The joy in her eyes was something I had never witnessed in my life. She was lost in the moment.
Desai pulled back, slowly, as if enjoying every inch of her warmth. And then he pumped back!
“Aaaaah!” Meera cried again. I wanted to close my eyes. I felt Meera was getting hurt, and for a moment I felt I should have made that call.
Desai kept his dick buried inside her and leaned forward to land a soft kiss on her lips, as if a gift for surrendering to his manliness. Just a touching kiss, and then he was up again, withdrawing from her.
“Mmm…” Desai let out a moan. He was immersing himself in the pleasure. His dream had come true. I could see the satisfaction on his body movement already. I felt I would die because of jealousy. How can he long so much for my wife?
“Meera… my forever crush…” Desai said again, and then started moving his body. He seemed to have slow down, compared to the initial thrusts. And now Meera had completely surrendered to his movements, his thrusts. No more violent cries escaped her mouth as Desai started fucking her in a deliberate pace. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room. It was an erotic symphony, one that I was forced to listen to and watch. Desai's thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, building up the tension, the anticipation. After a few minutes, he pulled out to bend down and kissed her pussy. Meera moaned with ecstasy. Desai then lay on top of her, and Meera readily grabbed his member to guide it back into her pussy. I could see that even the last bit of her resistance, hesitation, or whatever was wiped out by lust. He kissed her mouth, swallowing both her lips, and his tongue made a circle around her mouth. His hips started to rise and drop at the other end, comfortably fucking her in a controlled yet powerful rhythm of thrusts. Meera's hands were everywhere—his back, his arms, his neck. She was completely lost in the moment, in him.
 
I felt a quivering sensation within my body, and I couldn't readily realize what it was. Then I felt something leaking out of my body, from the lower part of my body. I felt I was urinating, then I suddenly realized that I had ejaculated in my pants. My body had surrendered to what I had been subjected to witness by my destiny. I closed my eyes and infused my mind in the pleasure of that release, and I returned to my reality only when I heard the thumping sound from the bed starting to penetrate my ear.
 
I peeped through the gap again. Desai had started fucking her faster, making Meera moan faster. They were both lost in their own world, a world where I didn't exist. It was a devastating realization. This wasn't just a physical act; it was something deeper, more emotional. This was a moment that would forever change our relationship, our lives. There was no going back from this. And yet, I couldn't tear myself away. I was a prisoner to my own curiosity, my own pain.
 
The sound of their bodies moving and colliding was now accompanied by the splashing sound of his dick ramming into her wet pussy. Meera then lost control of herself and screamed.
"Oh my god… I’m cumming…aah…" she cried out.
Desai pushed himself deep into her and held it there. I felt he was also cumming, but he didn’t let out any expression of a climax. He waited for a second and then kissed her hard; intensely enough to draw her breath from her lungs. I saw Meera pushing her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to suck it. Immediately after, I saw him pushing his tongue back into her mouth too. Meera joyously sucked his tongue.
"You want more of me, don’t you, baby?" Desai asked when their lips finally parted. Even before she could say a word, he started to move his hip again. The man was a machine. His engine had just warmed up.
 
“Meera…” I heard Desai whispering as he kept thrusting, “when my cock goes in yours like this... the feeling is heaven... I feel like I own you completely. I want you, baby. I want this moment to go on forever. I don’t want to stop.”
His each thrust produced a moan from Meera.
Despite the struggle, she smiled at him, a hint of tiredness in her eyes.
"I don’t want you to stop," she whispered.
That was my wife. That was what she wanted. I felt dying out of jealousy, again. I felt remorse when I thought of what I had been depriving her of for the last six months.
“Did you miss me, Meera?” he asked.
“Mmm…”
“How much?”
“You have no idea,” she responded breathlessly.
“A lot?” Desai probed further.
“Yes. You used to come and make me do a lot of things in my dreams,” Meera admitted.
I wondered if she was just making that up at the heat of the moment, and hoped she was.
“You could have had me, baby.” Desai said.
“I thought you had left forever.”
“Leaving you was not my destiny, I feel now.”
Desai increased his pace, and Meera’s moans grew louder and more frequent. “You’re not getting enough from him, are you?” he asked.
“How do you know?” she panted.
For a moment I felt I didn’t want to hear what they were going to speak next. But they were already doing it. Talking about me.
“I knew it the other day when I saw you at lunch.” Desai went on.
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
Meera was giving in too much for the moment.
“I didn’t want to make you come back. I thought you guys might make it up.”
“I thought the same.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Now I am here. I will give you all the pleasure. My dick is always yours.”
“You didn’t see anyone for the last six months?”
Meera was looking him in the eyes.
And his eyes were on hers, “No, baby.”
“Why?”
“Couldn’t find someone who could replace you in my dreams.”
“Six months?”
“Yes.”
I hated how Meera smiled at him for those words, coated with affection that made him feel proud and forced me to question my authority as her husband.
“Baby, I am going to fill your pussy with my load. It will be heavy. Feel me inside you tonight.”
“I wouldn’t mind it, Susheel. Do anything you want.”
“Will you do anything I want?”
“What is it?”
“Then ride me.”
Desai stopped moving and turned them over, quickly bringing Meera on top of him. She didn’t waste time. She climbed onto his body and sat on his waist while guiding his dick back into her pussy. Her breasts hung and started bouncing as soon as she started riding him, both hands resting on his chest. I noticed the sight of her erect tits. The curve of her back and the roundness of her breasts on the opposite side was making quite a sight to me. I saw her ass cheeks rubbing over his thighs as she moved back and forth, and I was sure she was making sure to fill her pussy with the whole length of his dick.
So much pleasure.
“Come kiss me,” Desai demanded.
Meera paused moving, apparently letting his dick to stay deep inside her pussy, and then put both arms on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Desai devoured her lips eagerly. His arms slowly massaged her breasts, feeling their softness with a circular motion of his palms.
At the first break of the kiss, Desai asked her, “Now give me... give it to me….”
I thought he was asking her to start riding him again. But Meera did not move.
She looked into his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth.” She said.
Desai opened his mouth and held his tongue out. Meera brought her mouth just above his and then slowly spat into his open mouth. I was stunned. It was a first, something she had refused to do with him in the past. And this time she obliged with a mere gesture. I felt it was a moment that spoke volumes about the chemistry between them.
Desai swallowed her saliva and opened his mouth wider.
Meera giggled and started riding him again, slowly, “You want me to spit in your mouth, baby? You want my saliva?”
“Yeah, spit in my mouth, Meera.”
Meera cupped her hands around his face and then spat forcefully. “Drink it, Mr. Desai!”
“Finally, I got the gift,” Desai murmured.
Meera laughed a little and nodded, “yes.” She then lowered her face to suck his lips. She had surrendered completely to him and had committed to please him to the maximum.
Immediately after that kiss, Desai went up and repositioned himself on top, between her legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He caressed the smooth skin of her legs, trailing kisses up and down her calves. As he was kissing her, I didn’t miss the sight of Meera grabbing his member and guiding it into her pussy. Slowly, he began to thrust, each powerful movement causing her entire body to quiver, the ripples of their passion visibly shaking her breasts.
Desai continued thrusting for another two minutes before spreading her legs wider and lowering his body to suck her breasts. After a while, he rose again and began thrusting with increased speed. His pace intensified, making Meera cry out in pleasure. I lost the ability to breathe as I was caught in a spell, witnessing the sight of my wife being consumed by lust. Desai rammed into her relentlessly, like a machine, and I knew there was no way I could claim her to be my wife after this.
Is this how he fucks her? Is this how he has given her pleasure?
I thought, feeling an unbearable pang of jealousy and self-doubt. There was no way Meera could accept me as her husband after this.
 
Desai's relentless pace drove Meera to new heights of pleasure. Her cries filled the room, and I began to worry he might hurt her. One moment she was struggling to breathe, the next she was moaning loudly. She even started grabbing and fondling her own breasts, which made Desai even more intense. They seemed perfectly in sync, and each thrust, moan, and touch felt like a knife to my heart. This wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper that was changing our relationship forever.
 
As Desai kept thrusting into her, Meera reached out for him, clearly wanting more. Desai lowered himself to her, and Meera wrapped her arms around his back, her nails digging in. Their passion was intense. Desai gripped her thighs, pulling her closer with each powerful thrust. His grunts and heavy breathing filled the room as he pressed his mouth to hers. Meera stuck out her tongue, and he sucked it hard before licking all around her mouth.
"Meera… are you ready, my baby? I want to cum… baby… are you ready?" Desai panted.
"Yes… yes… Susheel… oh my god… you are killing me…" Meera cried out in response.
Desai thrust harder a few times, and then grunted loudly as he pressed his body against hers, his dick deep inside her. Meera cried out again, clearly experiencing another orgasm. And the intense power that Desai displayed to keep his body pressing against hers made me realise that he was filling her pussy with his load. My wife was getting her pussy filled by his fertile sperm.
I watched with helpless jealousy as they reached their climax together. Their bodies shook in unison, their cries of pleasure filling the room.
 
After filling her pussy with his load, Desai collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and tangled together.
“That was huge…” he murmured in ecstasy, “…feels like all my energy passing to you…”
As Desai's heavy breathing began to slow, he slowly withdrew from Meera and shifted onto his side beside her. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their laboured breathing, a contrast to the intensity that had just filled the space. Desai gently stroked Meera's hair, his fingers trailing lightly across her cheek and neck. His touch was tender, almost affectionate, as he whispered into her ear.
           
"You were incredible, Meera," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I’ve wanted this moment for so long, and it was everything I hoped for."
Meera, still panting and flushed from the intensity of their encounter, turned her head to look at him. Her movement was carrying the effect of tiredness. She reached out to caress his face, her fingers brushing against his lips.
"I never thought I could feel this way again," she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion. "You've made me feel alive in a way I didn't realize I needed."
Desai smiled, his eyes locking with hers. He leaned in to kiss her gently, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was slow and filled with affection, a stark contrast to the raw passion they had just shared. As they broke apart, Desai's hand continued to caress her face, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.
"Don’t…” Desai said, shaking his head slightly. “This was unexpected. Don’t blame yourself. It’s something that was meant to happen, and you and I don’t have to dwell on it. I just want you to know that I care about you, Meera."
I saw Meera nodding at him, though I could not see her facial expression.  The tenderness between them was visible, and it was clear that there was a genuine connection and care between them. The scene left me with a complex mix of feelings – betrayal, sadness, and a profound sense of loss.
 
Desai got up from the bed and began dressing with deliberate movements. Meera just remained on the bed, and pulled a bed sheet to cover her body. Once dressed, Desai leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Meera's forehead. “Be careful,” he advised softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. “I think we should keep this between us. Don’t hurt him.”
I could hardly believe Desai’s audacity to show concern for me after screwing my wife in my bed. It was a bizarre display of care, considering how he had just betrayed me.
Meera nodded in agreement, her face reflecting a mix of relief and sadness.
“You should get ready before he returns, Meera,” Desai advised.
Meera nodded and sat up, still covering her body with the bed sheet. She leaned against the wall, sitting on the bed.
“You should leave first, Susheel,” she said in a tired voice.
 
Desai headed toward the door. I watched on, hidden, as he left the room. I heard the soft click of the door closing behind him. The sound was a stark reminder of what had just happened – a man leaving my bedroom after fucking my wife’s brains out in our marital bed. The harsh reality of the situation was almost too much to bear. Life was unfolding in ways I could scarcely believe.
 
I couldn't shake off the wave of devastation and disappointment. I needed to confront Meera immediately. I wanted to understand from her own lips why she couldn't control her own temptations. Why did she have to do this, especially when everything seemed in our favour to move on from Desai?
After a few moments, I watched as Meera slowly got up, her face now a stark contrast to the joy she had just moments ago. Her expression was gloomy and distressed. She grabbed her clothes, clutching them to her chest, but made no move to put them on.
Standing completely nude, baring the clothes in her hands, Meera's face crumpled as she began to cry. The sudden shift in her emotions left me stunned. Her sobs were heartfelt and raw, a painful display of regret and sorrow.
“Oh, Krish, what did I do to you?” she wept, her tears falling freely.
I remembered Desai wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye immediately after their lovemaking. She had been on the brink of a breakdown, struggling to hold back her emotions.
Oh my God. I said myself. I should have made that call.
I closed my eyes. I knew I had failed myself.
 
After a few moments, Meera composed herself, wiping her tears away. She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She returned quickly, wrapped in a towel after a hasty shower, though she hadn’t washed her hair. Her movements were mechanical as she opened her wardrobe and selected new clothes. Casually dropping the towel, she bared her body once more, checking herself in the mirror for any signs of Desai’s touch – likely looking for hickeys.
 
She put on a bra and panties, followed by a top and pants. Meera then wiped her partially wet hair one final time before heading back to the bed, seemingly preparing to settle in for the night. She picked up her phone and dialled a number - presumably mine - only to be met with no response. She took a long breath, then sat on the bed and dialled again. I saw a pang of relief on her face as the call began to ring. She wasn’t dialling my number this time.
The call was answered after a short wait.
“Hello, Maithrei. Is everything okay? How’s the child?”
The spy in my brain took a jolt as I realized Meera had called Maithrei. I couldn’t hear Maithrei’s voice, so I waited as Meera spoke. Then, Meera asked the question I had been dreading.
“Krish hasn’t returned yet. When did he leave your place?”
The pause as Meera listened to Maithrei’s response felt endless. And then, I noticed Meera’s eyes widen in disbelief, her posture stiffening.
“From here? Are you sure?” Meera asked, as if trying to reconfirm what she had just heard.
 
I knew Maithrei had told her everything. I realized this night’s surprises weren’t over yet. From Meera’s expression, I could see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. An hour ago, I had told Maithrei that I was at home, resting in my bed. And now Maithrei had revealed it to Meera. It wouldn’t take long for her to figure out I was hiding somewhere in the house.
It wasn’t that I had committed the gravest betrayal of the night. But the revelation of my presence in the same room while she was getting fucked by Desai would undoubtedly prove that I had been willing to let it happen.
 
Meera hung up the phone, her face filled with confusion and growing suspicion. She looked around the room, as if searching for where I might be hiding. And then, eventually, her eyes fell on the shelf where I was hiding, and froze.
 
I could only hold my breath.

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