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Chapter 45 continues...
That night after dinner I mustered the courage to ask Meera a question that had been gnawing at me. I needed clarity.
“I’ve asked you many times if you were satisfied with me, and you always said it was okay. But why didn’t you tell me the truth? Why didn’t you share how you were really feeling?”
Meera’s eyes lowered, and she took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to believe there was an issue between us, Krish,” she said softly.
“But there was an issue, and you turned to Desai?” I asked.
"I... I don’t know, Krish. I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. When I saw Desai at the concert with another woman, I was pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. We didn’t get a chance to talk there, but I felt his eyes on me the entire time. It was like he was struggling to move on, just as much as I was."
"But why didn’t you try telling me about it? Why did you let it happen?"
"I didn’t know it was about to happen. When he offered to drop me home, he asked Vaikha to stay with Piyush. In the car, we didn’t talk much – just about business, the music, and a little about you."
"And when you got home?"
"He didn't enter the house at first because he didn’t want you to see us together. He asked me not to tell you. But later, when I mentioned you weren’t home, everything changed. I’ve never seen him so desperate, Krish. And in that moment, I think he was just a reflection of my own desperation. And confused as well."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched at her chest as if to hold onto the words she was about to say. "I love you, Krish. What happened with Desai was a momentary lapse, a mistake that I deeply regret. I deserve any punishment you think is fair. But I want to be with you, as your wife, and try to rebuild what we have."
"What if Desai wants to do it again? Is this going to happen again?" I asked.
"No, Krish!" Her voice was firm and almost defensive, as if she were horrified by the suggestion that she might be secretly seeing Desai again. "I’m still trying to understand why I did what I did. But I know it was a mistake, and I don’t want to go down that path again."
The remorse in her voice and the vulnerability in her eyes were hard to ignore. I moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently wiped away her tears, feeling a mixture of pain and love.
"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion, "I told you. I love you too, no matter what.”
Meera hugged me tightly, and I felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar comfort of her presence. Her arms wrapped around me, a silent promise of reconciliation and healing. I kissed her, a tender, reassuring gesture.
As our lips met, a strong surge of desire surged through me. Her lips were soft, and the taste of her, felt like Maithrei’s.
Suddenly I felt she was just another woman waiting to be saved from Desai's grip.
I broke the kiss briefly, gazing into her eyes. "Meera, I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you too, Krish.”
She said and kissed me back, parting her lips and letting me deepen the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more passionate. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as if trying to erase the distance that had come between us. The tension we’d been holding started to melt away, replaced by a desperate longing to reconnect.
Meera pulled my body on top of hers, and I climbed, starting to rub my dick between her legs, both of us still in our clothes. I was hard as hell, feeling the heat and softness through the fabric.
"Do you want me?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.
"Yes," she breathed.
I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. "I might not be as good as Desai," I remarked.
She smiled softly, touching my cheek. "It's okay, I'll manage."
She was cute, at her best.
I got up and swiftly pulled down her leggings and panties together, then quickly removed my own clothes. Without wasting a moment, I shoved my hard dick inside her and started fucking her. Meera moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching to meet my thrusts.
As I started fucking Meera, I was immediately struck by how wet and smooth she felt. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was because of our passionate kiss or if it was still the lingering effect of Desai’s intense lovemaking from the night before. The way she was so warm and slick around me heightened my desire, and I could feel the mix of arousal and confusion swirling in my mind.
Each thrust seemed to remind me of the contrast between what I was giving her and what she’d experienced before. The intensity of her responses made me question just how much of this was about me and how much was still tied to the memories of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper, trying to drown out those thoughts and focus solely on the pleasure I was giving her.
As I moved inside her, flashes of last night came to mind. The image of Desai fucking her deeply, her moans echoing in my head. It aroused me even more, spurring me to thrust harder, deeper, driven by a mix of jealousy and desire.
I paused a moment to pull up her top, and she quickly removed it and threw it away. Her breasts were in front of me, and I arched inward to suck them for a while. Meera pulled up my T-shirt and got me naked. Her hands were everywhere, just like she had behaved with Desai.
I fucked her harder than I remembered doing in the past six months. Every thrust was deep and intense, driven by a mix of longing and raw desire. Meera responded with equal fervour, her moans growing louder, her hips moving in sync with mine.
The thought of Desai inside her pushed me further, my movements becoming more frantic. I could feel the build-up, the pressure growing inside me. I thrust deeper, faster, driven by the need to feel her completely.
Meera's nails dug into my back as I continued, her moans filling the room. She hadn't reached her climax yet, but I was too lost in my own need to slow down. With one final thrust, I reached my peak, filling her with my heavy load. I couldn’t help but wonder for a moment how I was able to deliver another heavy load of cum in the matter of few hours, that too with two different women.
But as I lay there, catching my breath after the intense sex, my mind was a mess of emotions. We had reconnected, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Desai and what he had done with her. He had given her two intense orgasms, and I felt like I couldn’t measure up. I wondered if I’d ever be able to make her feel the same way he did. It wasn’t just about the physical part – it was about feeling like I wasn’t good enough. I was worried that I might never satisfy her like he had. My wife was a special woman and she deserved a man like Desai. This doubt lingered, making it hard for me to fully enjoy the closeness we had just shared.
During breakfast in the morning, I brought up the subject again. “Meera, I don’t want Desai to know that I’m aware of what happened,” I said.
Meera nodded readily. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” she replied. “I want him to think of it as a one-time opportunity. Maybe if he sees it that way, it’ll help him move on. It might satisfy his cravings and allow him to move on more easily.”
“What about you, though? How do you feel about all this?”
Meera reached for my hand, her touch warm and comforting. “I have moved on, baby, I just want you.” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity.
Her words brought a smile to my face. I squeezed her hand gently. “I just love what you said.” I said.
Things felt a lot better after this brief chat.
I had a wife who truly had cheated on me, but I was ready to forgive her. I had cheated on her too, and I felt it was required to bring me an equilibrium, to keep my mind in a sane condition so that I could forgive her. I thought whether I should tell her the truth about Maithrei, but I decided against it immediately for the fear of ruining everything I had resurrected after that.
That day at office, when I met Nidhi, I couldn’t help but think if I was ever going to have sex with her too. I was still intoxicated by the energy I felt when I was mating with Maithrei, imagining that I was avenging what Desai had done to me.
I quickly forced myself to look away from Nidhi.
That night when I and Meera went to bed, I remembered what she told me the previous night.
“You told me I can give you any punishment I felt is fair, didn’t you?” I asked.
Meera looked at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Yes, what punishment do you have in mind?”
I leaned back against the raised pillow and gestured toward my crotch. “How about fulfilling this particular request?” I said with a teasing smile.
Meera giggled softly at my request. “I’d be happy to undergo this punishment often,” she replied with a playful grin.
She then climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Moving between my legs, she pulled down my pants with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and pleasure as she began. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, sending waves of sensation through me.
Meera took me into her mouth with a fervour that quickly heightened the intensity of the moment. Her lips and tongue moved with a deliberate, skilled rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me.
And soon Meera climbed on to my lap and kissed me. Her lips, fresh from giving the fellatio, felt softer than ever. And how her lips and tongue moved in and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but sense the heightened eagerness in her to mate with me. And it soon brought back the memories of that night. My wife, having yielded to Desai's manliness, was now hell-bent to conquer me. As if Desai's rough passion was driving her. But this realisation didn’t bring the bitterness I’d have expected. Instead, it added fervour to my response. After she rode my dick for long, I claimed my turn to get between her legs and shoved my dick into her pussy that I suddenly imagined to have freshly fucked by Desai. I felt the urge to fuck harder and to my surprise, I lasted like forever. I fucked her long enough to make her cry, and when she reached that peak, her voice was almost a scream. The look on her face mirrored my own sense of conquest, and I felt, just for a moment, like I had somehow taken back my world.
Afterward, as we lay together catching our breaths, her fingers still tangled in mine, she looked at me, her eyes wide. "You were... different tonight," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Maybe it was because of… you know?” she didn’t say the name. “You feel that too, don’t you?”
I nodded, realizing that she was right. My excitement had been fuelled by that night, but not just by her. It was Desai’s presence that lingered, that somehow added a charge to every touch. And I knew in that instant, as I felt our connection slowly subside, that this newfound energy between us would fade. This intensity, the thrill, was not from me alone; it was from that ghost of Desai lingering in the background. I could feel it – a strange clarity settling in.
Even as we lay there, promising each other we would keep him out of our lives, I was left with the realization that only Desai could truly satisfy her in that way. And, silently, that knowledge burned within me, a quiet, unsettling truth.
As the days passed, my mental state was a whirlwind of emotions. I hated that it had happened, felt betrayed, and also regretful of the fact that I too had ended up betraying her
Yet, I felt a twisted relief that it occurred in front of me—if it had happened while I was absent, I would have remained oblivious. The images of Desai thrusting into her, her moans, and the way she climaxed twice left me with a mix of jealousy and an unsettling thrill. Part of me was satisfied to have seen something I had longed to see for long in the past, even though it came too late to consider as an enjoyable experience. I couldn’t decide whether to hate Desai or accept that what happened was a matter of fate. The realization that this wasn’t the first time they had slept together helped me find some solace, enabling me to process and eventually move on from the experience.
The nights with Meera continued, and despite our deep connection and intense sessions of lovemaking, I found myself struggling. Many times I had to try my old trick – pulling out before climaxing and then starting again – hoping that would do the trick. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring her to orgasm like Desai did.
As the nights passed, I realized something. It wasn’t about my efforts or technique. I was putting in long, intense sessions, but it seemed that Meera’s body just wasn’t responding the way I hoped.
One evening, after yet another attempt, I decided I had to address it. “Meera,” I said, feeling a mix of frustration and concern, “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been getting fully satisfied... I mean orgasms. I’m trying everything I can, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Do you have any idea why this is happening?”
She looked at me with a thoughtful smile. “It’s not that important to me, Krish. I’m happy with what we have. What you give me is more than enough. I feel loved and cherished.”
Her words brought me some relief, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. Meera deserved a certain level of intensity every time, and it was quiet annoying to think that only Desai could provide it.
I wondered if I’d ever really be enough for her. I thought about that night when she seemed fully satisfied, but only because I had tried to act like Desai, allowing myself to channel Desai’s passion, mirroring his intensity. Was that what she needed? The thought distressed me deeply. Maybe Desai could give her that pleasure effortlessly, while I was left struggling to keep up.
It felt like a bitter truth, but one that was growing clearer.
As I lay there watching Meera sleep seemingly peacefully, I felt an emptiness growing – a feeling that no matter what I did, I might never be capable of providing what she truly wanted.
-----xxxxx-----
That night after dinner I mustered the courage to ask Meera a question that had been gnawing at me. I needed clarity.
“I’ve asked you many times if you were satisfied with me, and you always said it was okay. But why didn’t you tell me the truth? Why didn’t you share how you were really feeling?”
Meera’s eyes lowered, and she took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to believe there was an issue between us, Krish,” she said softly.
“But there was an issue, and you turned to Desai?” I asked.
"I... I don’t know, Krish. I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. When I saw Desai at the concert with another woman, I was pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. We didn’t get a chance to talk there, but I felt his eyes on me the entire time. It was like he was struggling to move on, just as much as I was."
"But why didn’t you try telling me about it? Why did you let it happen?"
"I didn’t know it was about to happen. When he offered to drop me home, he asked Vaikha to stay with Piyush. In the car, we didn’t talk much – just about business, the music, and a little about you."
"And when you got home?"
"He didn't enter the house at first because he didn’t want you to see us together. He asked me not to tell you. But later, when I mentioned you weren’t home, everything changed. I’ve never seen him so desperate, Krish. And in that moment, I think he was just a reflection of my own desperation. And confused as well."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched at her chest as if to hold onto the words she was about to say. "I love you, Krish. What happened with Desai was a momentary lapse, a mistake that I deeply regret. I deserve any punishment you think is fair. But I want to be with you, as your wife, and try to rebuild what we have."
"What if Desai wants to do it again? Is this going to happen again?" I asked.
"No, Krish!" Her voice was firm and almost defensive, as if she were horrified by the suggestion that she might be secretly seeing Desai again. "I’m still trying to understand why I did what I did. But I know it was a mistake, and I don’t want to go down that path again."
The remorse in her voice and the vulnerability in her eyes were hard to ignore. I moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently wiped away her tears, feeling a mixture of pain and love.
"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion, "I told you. I love you too, no matter what.”
Meera hugged me tightly, and I felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar comfort of her presence. Her arms wrapped around me, a silent promise of reconciliation and healing. I kissed her, a tender, reassuring gesture.
As our lips met, a strong surge of desire surged through me. Her lips were soft, and the taste of her, felt like Maithrei’s.
Suddenly I felt she was just another woman waiting to be saved from Desai's grip.
I broke the kiss briefly, gazing into her eyes. "Meera, I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you too, Krish.”
She said and kissed me back, parting her lips and letting me deepen the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more passionate. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as if trying to erase the distance that had come between us. The tension we’d been holding started to melt away, replaced by a desperate longing to reconnect.
Meera pulled my body on top of hers, and I climbed, starting to rub my dick between her legs, both of us still in our clothes. I was hard as hell, feeling the heat and softness through the fabric.
"Do you want me?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.
"Yes," she breathed.
I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. "I might not be as good as Desai," I remarked.
She smiled softly, touching my cheek. "It's okay, I'll manage."
She was cute, at her best.
I got up and swiftly pulled down her leggings and panties together, then quickly removed my own clothes. Without wasting a moment, I shoved my hard dick inside her and started fucking her. Meera moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching to meet my thrusts.
As I started fucking Meera, I was immediately struck by how wet and smooth she felt. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was because of our passionate kiss or if it was still the lingering effect of Desai’s intense lovemaking from the night before. The way she was so warm and slick around me heightened my desire, and I could feel the mix of arousal and confusion swirling in my mind.
Each thrust seemed to remind me of the contrast between what I was giving her and what she’d experienced before. The intensity of her responses made me question just how much of this was about me and how much was still tied to the memories of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper, trying to drown out those thoughts and focus solely on the pleasure I was giving her.
As I moved inside her, flashes of last night came to mind. The image of Desai fucking her deeply, her moans echoing in my head. It aroused me even more, spurring me to thrust harder, deeper, driven by a mix of jealousy and desire.
I paused a moment to pull up her top, and she quickly removed it and threw it away. Her breasts were in front of me, and I arched inward to suck them for a while. Meera pulled up my T-shirt and got me naked. Her hands were everywhere, just like she had behaved with Desai.
I fucked her harder than I remembered doing in the past six months. Every thrust was deep and intense, driven by a mix of longing and raw desire. Meera responded with equal fervour, her moans growing louder, her hips moving in sync with mine.
The thought of Desai inside her pushed me further, my movements becoming more frantic. I could feel the build-up, the pressure growing inside me. I thrust deeper, faster, driven by the need to feel her completely.
Meera's nails dug into my back as I continued, her moans filling the room. She hadn't reached her climax yet, but I was too lost in my own need to slow down. With one final thrust, I reached my peak, filling her with my heavy load. I couldn’t help but wonder for a moment how I was able to deliver another heavy load of cum in the matter of few hours, that too with two different women.
But as I lay there, catching my breath after the intense sex, my mind was a mess of emotions. We had reconnected, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Desai and what he had done with her. He had given her two intense orgasms, and I felt like I couldn’t measure up. I wondered if I’d ever be able to make her feel the same way he did. It wasn’t just about the physical part – it was about feeling like I wasn’t good enough. I was worried that I might never satisfy her like he had. My wife was a special woman and she deserved a man like Desai. This doubt lingered, making it hard for me to fully enjoy the closeness we had just shared.
During breakfast in the morning, I brought up the subject again. “Meera, I don’t want Desai to know that I’m aware of what happened,” I said.
Meera nodded readily. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” she replied. “I want him to think of it as a one-time opportunity. Maybe if he sees it that way, it’ll help him move on. It might satisfy his cravings and allow him to move on more easily.”
“What about you, though? How do you feel about all this?”
Meera reached for my hand, her touch warm and comforting. “I have moved on, baby, I just want you.” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity.
Her words brought a smile to my face. I squeezed her hand gently. “I just love what you said.” I said.
Things felt a lot better after this brief chat.
I had a wife who truly had cheated on me, but I was ready to forgive her. I had cheated on her too, and I felt it was required to bring me an equilibrium, to keep my mind in a sane condition so that I could forgive her. I thought whether I should tell her the truth about Maithrei, but I decided against it immediately for the fear of ruining everything I had resurrected after that.
That day at office, when I met Nidhi, I couldn’t help but think if I was ever going to have sex with her too. I was still intoxicated by the energy I felt when I was mating with Maithrei, imagining that I was avenging what Desai had done to me.
I quickly forced myself to look away from Nidhi.
That night when I and Meera went to bed, I remembered what she told me the previous night.
“You told me I can give you any punishment I felt is fair, didn’t you?” I asked.
Meera looked at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Yes, what punishment do you have in mind?”
I leaned back against the raised pillow and gestured toward my crotch. “How about fulfilling this particular request?” I said with a teasing smile.
Meera giggled softly at my request. “I’d be happy to undergo this punishment often,” she replied with a playful grin.
She then climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Moving between my legs, she pulled down my pants with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and pleasure as she began. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, sending waves of sensation through me.
Meera took me into her mouth with a fervour that quickly heightened the intensity of the moment. Her lips and tongue moved with a deliberate, skilled rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me.
And soon Meera climbed on to my lap and kissed me. Her lips, fresh from giving the fellatio, felt softer than ever. And how her lips and tongue moved in and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but sense the heightened eagerness in her to mate with me. And it soon brought back the memories of that night. My wife, having yielded to Desai's manliness, was now hell-bent to conquer me. As if Desai's rough passion was driving her. But this realisation didn’t bring the bitterness I’d have expected. Instead, it added fervour to my response. After she rode my dick for long, I claimed my turn to get between her legs and shoved my dick into her pussy that I suddenly imagined to have freshly fucked by Desai. I felt the urge to fuck harder and to my surprise, I lasted like forever. I fucked her long enough to make her cry, and when she reached that peak, her voice was almost a scream. The look on her face mirrored my own sense of conquest, and I felt, just for a moment, like I had somehow taken back my world.
Afterward, as we lay together catching our breaths, her fingers still tangled in mine, she looked at me, her eyes wide. "You were... different tonight," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Maybe it was because of… you know?” she didn’t say the name. “You feel that too, don’t you?”
I nodded, realizing that she was right. My excitement had been fuelled by that night, but not just by her. It was Desai’s presence that lingered, that somehow added a charge to every touch. And I knew in that instant, as I felt our connection slowly subside, that this newfound energy between us would fade. This intensity, the thrill, was not from me alone; it was from that ghost of Desai lingering in the background. I could feel it – a strange clarity settling in.
Even as we lay there, promising each other we would keep him out of our lives, I was left with the realization that only Desai could truly satisfy her in that way. And, silently, that knowledge burned within me, a quiet, unsettling truth.
As the days passed, my mental state was a whirlwind of emotions. I hated that it had happened, felt betrayed, and also regretful of the fact that I too had ended up betraying her
Yet, I felt a twisted relief that it occurred in front of me—if it had happened while I was absent, I would have remained oblivious. The images of Desai thrusting into her, her moans, and the way she climaxed twice left me with a mix of jealousy and an unsettling thrill. Part of me was satisfied to have seen something I had longed to see for long in the past, even though it came too late to consider as an enjoyable experience. I couldn’t decide whether to hate Desai or accept that what happened was a matter of fate. The realization that this wasn’t the first time they had slept together helped me find some solace, enabling me to process and eventually move on from the experience.
The nights with Meera continued, and despite our deep connection and intense sessions of lovemaking, I found myself struggling. Many times I had to try my old trick – pulling out before climaxing and then starting again – hoping that would do the trick. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring her to orgasm like Desai did.
As the nights passed, I realized something. It wasn’t about my efforts or technique. I was putting in long, intense sessions, but it seemed that Meera’s body just wasn’t responding the way I hoped.
One evening, after yet another attempt, I decided I had to address it. “Meera,” I said, feeling a mix of frustration and concern, “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been getting fully satisfied... I mean orgasms. I’m trying everything I can, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Do you have any idea why this is happening?”
She looked at me with a thoughtful smile. “It’s not that important to me, Krish. I’m happy with what we have. What you give me is more than enough. I feel loved and cherished.”
Her words brought me some relief, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. Meera deserved a certain level of intensity every time, and it was quiet annoying to think that only Desai could provide it.
I wondered if I’d ever really be enough for her. I thought about that night when she seemed fully satisfied, but only because I had tried to act like Desai, allowing myself to channel Desai’s passion, mirroring his intensity. Was that what she needed? The thought distressed me deeply. Maybe Desai could give her that pleasure effortlessly, while I was left struggling to keep up.
It felt like a bitter truth, but one that was growing clearer.
As I lay there watching Meera sleep seemingly peacefully, I felt an emptiness growing – a feeling that no matter what I did, I might never be capable of providing what she truly wanted.
-----xxxxx-----
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