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

[krish_999]

Chapter - 47

Just as I thought I had made a huge blunder by trying to sync the devices, I heard a faint beep in my wireless earbuds. To my immense relief, the live mode was working.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a second as I listened.
“He’s… asleep. I’ll have to go back soon,” I heard Meera’s voice – soft but clear – because I could tell she was standing close to the bed where the device was hidden. She had already knocked on Desai’s door, and I could imagine his surprise when he saw her.
“Sit down. I can’t… can’t believe it, Meera. You’re really here.” Desai’s voice followed, filled with disbelief. He hadn’t expected her to show up, especially after her cold behaviour throughout the evening.
I thought I heard the faint creak of the bed, followed by another, and guessed it was the sound of them sitting down. There was no chair in that room.
A brief pause followed before Meera responded, “I thought… I was a bit harsh to you today. I felt I owed you a chance to say whatever it was you’ve been trying to say.”
“You were harsh, yes," Desai replied. "I kept trying to talk to you, but you avoided me like I’d done something unforgivable. I didn’t understand. I even told Krish I wanted to speak with you. Why were you so distant?”
“Because I didn’t want Krish to get suspicious. He has no idea about what we did that night after the concert.” Her words sharpened my senses like a blade. They were starting to talk about that night. “Every time you came close to me at the wedding, I was terrified he’d start putting the pieces together.”
 
I was relieved that she was sticking to my instructions – to not disclose the truth that I knew everything.
Desai sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Meera. I didn’t want to make things complicated. I just... I didn’t know how to act around you. I didn’t want to hurt Krish or make him suspicious. I thought keeping some distance from you would help, I mean, after that concert night. But when I saw you at the wedding, everything came flooding back.”
 
Desai still didn’t know I was aware of what had happened, and it was clear he believed Meera had kept everything hidden from me. As I listened to them talk, a small part of me wondered if I had made a mistake by letting them have this conversation. Desai was pouring his heart out, and it felt like he was trying to reclaim something he had no right to.
His audacity to say, "You avoided me like I had done something unforgivable," was a clear sign he assumed he held some authority over her life – as if he were her partner, entitled to intimacy despite her resistance.
 
Meera’s voice grew cold. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Susheel. I was fine before you showed up. That night at the concert… it should never have happened. I had everything under control until you came back into my life. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you, didn’t you? You’ve always known.”
Desai’s voice softened. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your life, Meera. I tried to stay away. But that night… I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had spent so long trying, and when I saw you, I just... I lost control. You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay away after that. I never thought I’d feel this weak.”
“You told me it was a coincidence that you met me there. But after that night, I’ve been wondering if that’s true. It’s just hard to believe you didn’t plan it...”
“No, Meera,” Desai interrupted her. “Believe me; I didn’t know you were going to be at the concert. That date with Vaikha – that wasn’t a date, you know what I mean. She just needed someone because her husband didn’t show up.
Of course, the Susheel Desai everyone remembers from the past would’ve taken such a woman to bed right away, without even making it to the concert. But I’m not that guy anymore. I only agreed to join Vaikha because I knew about the hype around the concert in Pune. When I saw you there, and then Krish leaving with Maithrei, and Vaikha discovering she and Piyush had adjacent places to stay – it all felt like I was destined to have a reunion with you. Even when I dropped you off here, I went back, didn’t I? Because I didn’t want Krish to see me intruding on your life again. I didn’t want to create problems for you. I only returned when you told me Krish wasn’t home. That’s when I lost my mind… I got greedy… for sure. But I still believe it was our destiny.”
“Susheel, you always talk about not wanting to ruin my life, but did you think about that when you pulled me into bed with you? You knew exactly what you were doing, Susheel. You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”
Desai’s voice was heavy with emotion. “I held back for so long, Meera. Longer than you’ll ever know. But that night... that night, I was ready to throw everything away for one more moment with you. After that, I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. I realized what it meant to lose someone you loved.”
“Love?” Meera cut him off sharply. “But you went too far, Susheel. And today, you were again… ”
“I know I went too far,” Desai admitted quietly. “You know I hadn’t come to the wedding to see you. There was hope that I might get to talk with you, but I was slightly scared also, because I knew you were angry with me, you have blocked me on your phones… WhatsApp… haven’t you? I knew. But the moment I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day since that night, I’ve been haunted by the memory of you in my arms. I can’t get you out of my head.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Desai was saying too much, revealing too much, and a surge of regret hit me for allowing this meeting to happen.
The memories of that night still clung to Meera, haunting her, pulling her in despite her best efforts to resist. Desai hadn’t come to the wedding for her, but the moment he saw her again, all the old feelings came rushing back, overwhelming him.
He was now pouring his heart out, trying to win her over, and I wasn’t sure where their conversation was heading. This had to be the last time. I couldn’t let them have another moment like this. I decided.
Meera’s voice was becoming colder. “We shouldn’t see each other anymore, Susheel. This has to stop. Whatever happened between us… it’s over. We can’t keep doing this.”
Desai agreed quickly. “We shouldn’t see each other. We shouldn’t talk. But how do I stop thinking about you, Meera? You’re in my thoughts every single day. Don’t you understand what I’m feeling? Is it really that hard for you to see?”
There was a long pause before Meera replied, her voice strained. “I understand, Susheel. But I won’t let this get out of control again. I can’t.”
Desai’s response was quick. “That’s not what I saw tonight. You wanted to talk to me, didn’t you? You’ve been holding back all evening. Don’t pretend this is easy for you, Meera.”
Meera’s tone was defensive now. “I didn’t want to make a scene, Susheel. Do you know how many people have already started talking about us? Your presence here when Krish was bedridden... it gave them enough to gossip about. I was just trying to avoid giving them another reason to talk.”
“I understand, Meera,” Desai said. “But I’m glad you came, Meera. I’m so happy you chose to talk to me.”
There was a brief silence, and then Meera spoke again, her voice calm. “I guess we’ve talked enough. I should leave now.”
Hearing that, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Despite everything Desai had confessed, Meera was staying grounded, choosing to leave before things went too far.
 
But at the same time, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the pang of disappointment deep inside me, that there were no fireworks tonight, which perhaps my demonic self was anticipating.
 
"Is he going to wake up so soon?" I heard Desai asking.
"I don't know. But I could get some sleep for myself. Don't you want to sleep?"
There was no reply from Desai for some seconds. I wondered if the device had shut down. But it wasn’t.
"What are you staring at, Susheel?"
I heard Meera's voice. It was softer than the last time I heard it.
"When are we going to see each other again?"
"We shouldn’t. That’s good for us."
"We can meet at social events."
"Today I found the danger in that. Today you tried to speak to Krish. You told him you were jealous, didn’t you?"
"I was. I spoke my mind."
"He’s my husband. What’s the point in becoming jealous when you see a woman with her husband?"
"You’re not just a woman for me. Are you?"
I heard Meera giggle a little.
"Oh yeah, you’ve had to ignore a lot of women because of me," she quipped.
"That’s not what I meant."
"I am just a woman, Susheel. At least there in a wedding function."
I could sense the playfulness in Meera's voice.
"But you were teasing me. You knew I was watching you guys dancing."
"Yeah, I knew you were watching. I wanted to give you a hard time."
Meera’s admission surprised me, as I had thought I was the only one affected by Desai's presence at the dance.
"Yeah, you did, baby. And I was like I wanted to jump in and pull you away from him," Desai said.
Meera laughed.
"So desperate... no?"
"In that moment, I wanted to be him. I really wanted to become Krish, your loving husband."
Meera laughed again, prompting Desai to ask why she was laughing.
"You know, in the beginning, Krish used to have this fantasy in our bed. In that, he becomes you and talks to me like he’s you."
"He’s a man of wild fantasies. Do you wanna know what’s mine?"
"Mmm?"
"To be him."
Meera took her sweet little time before replying.
"And then what?"
"And then..."
"Mmm... I noticed."
Meera said quickly. I didn’t understand what she meant.
"Trust me, he won’t wake up. I can’t believe he didn’t take you to bed tonight, after such a wonderful dance. Must be very tired, I guess. A couple of drinks... and that dance session, plus a solid dinner. If I were him, I would have found a cozy place for us immediately after that dance."
I heard Meera's giggle again, and I could feel the shift in her mood.
“Husbands don’t do that,” she teased. “Maybe boyfriends do.”
“I wish I could be your husband. I’d prove otherwise.”
“You’d have to marry me first.”
“Have I ever told you that I have a problem with that?”
Desai hit back.
I knew they were talking about marriage only to keep the conversation flowing. But still, the casualness with which they were able to discuss marriage between them made me restless. It was clear that the idea was crossing Meera’s mind at least when they were talking like this, and I didn’t like it.
"Then first you have to talk to Krish," Meera didn’t seem to want to end the flirting. She wasn’t pulling away from Desai anymore; she was letting the moment draw her in, little by little.
"Before that, I’ll have to know what your take on that is." Desai said.
"Well, what’s in offer?"
Meera playfully asked.
"You know what I can offer, don’t you?" Desai's voice was suddenly serious.
"Stop it, Susheel..."
"Look at me, Meera."
"Mmm, what?"
Meera's voice was a whisper. I leaned closer, straining to hear every word, every nuance. Their conversation had caught me in a spell, and I knew part of my head was already anticipating how far this would go.
“What do you see?” Desai’s voice. Low and slow.
“I just came to talk, Susheel. No. I’m leaving.”
“I don’t want to believe that,” Desai said softly. “Look at me.”
I heard Meera let out a shaky breath. “Let me go, Susheel.”
There was a brief pause before Desai’s voice came again, filled with desire. “Just for a second, babe. Give me your eyes.”
“Sush…”
Meera's voice was cut abruptly, and there was no sound afterward. I pressed the earbuds into my ears, hoping to hear something. My heart was beating fast, and I could hear it aloud. Then I felt I heard a moan. A suppressed moan. It was from my wife.
 
I was sure Desai would have taken her in his arms. Probably his lips had sealed hers with an intimate kiss.
 
I sat there, alone in the room, my heart pounding as I pressed the earbuds deeper into my ears.
It took some time before I heard another sound from Meera. "Susheel...!" But I had a hunch that Desai was kissing her until then.
I heard briskly paced breathing from her for a few more seconds.
"Meera..." Desai's voice.
“Why do you want me to cheat on him like this?” Meera asked, her voice now sounding so fragile that it felt like she was holding on to the last bit of resistance.
I knew that her resistance would soon fail. I knew that was going to happen. But I knew the risk when I sent her to Desai’s room. Hell, she warned me herself – she might end up fucking him. And still, I let her go. Part of me wanted this. No, I needed this.
Desai’s response came through, calm and unbothered. “There’s nothing new in what we’re doing, Meera. You desire me as much as I desire you. When life gives us a chance to find happiness, why should we stop ourselves?”
Hearing him say that she desired him made me realize how well he knew her feelings and desires.
"Baby, if you don't know how to stop me, then probably you don’t have to," I heard him assure her again, and then I heard soft movements. Soft and barely audible, but I could guess it was the sound of him pulling her to him again. My pulse quickened. I could almost see it in my head – Desai’s lips on hers, his hands wrapping around her waist. Absolute silence from Meera told me that she was letting the kiss continue. Perhaps enjoying it.
“Oh, my baby… you know how long I’ve waited for this again,” Desai murmured, letting me sigh as I felt he would have finally freed her lips.
There were no words for a while, just the sound of their bodies shifting, skin brushing against skin, the occasional rise in Meera’s breath as Desai kissed her, touched her. Each sound, each movement, sent a jolt of heat through me. I should have hated it. But instead, I was getting thrilled that I was able to track their moves, their advances, and confessions to each other, without giving them any idea of being spied on. I was thrilled that I was listening to it.
 
As Meera’s moans became softer, as if she was losing herself in the moment, I too was losing myself – listening, aroused, and imagining everything that was happening on the other side of that wall. The jealousy I expected never came. Instead, I felt a sick thrill, knowing that my wife was being seduced by another man. By Desai. And I was here, listening to it all.
I knew I was letting go of all the progress I had made in moving on from my cuckold fantasies, and a part of me wanted to stop it and claim myself, but those gasps and moans from Meera dragged me deeper into a space where anger and desire merged. This was wrong and catastrophic, I knew that. But the more I listened, the more it felt like a drug – one I didn’t want to stop taking. Because I couldn’t.
 
More sounds followed. More movements. I strained to catch every detail, wondering if that was the sound of Desai removing her top. My breath caught in my throat as I heard Meera’s voice again, hurried. “Hurry up, Susheel… I need to go back to him before he wakes up.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if she was so desperate to get fucked by him.
The thought awakened me further. Meera's voice, and the demanding tone of it, told me she wanted this to happen quickly, as if she couldn't resist the desire to get fucked by him any longer.
 
Desai's voice followed, low and teasing. “I’ll hurry, baby, don’t worry. But not before I enjoy these beautiful tits. I’ve been waiting too long to taste them again.”
Meera didn’t respond in words, but then, the sound of soft, breathy moans filled my ears.
He was sucking her tits. Each moan from Meera, each gasp, painted a vivid picture in my mind – his mouth on her, sucking, teasing. And she was giving in completely, her body responding to him.
Then came her voice again, this time more urgent. “Ouch! Susheel... Susheel... don’t leave hickeys there...”
It was probably the only moment I felt she believed she was mine, telling him not to leave marks on her body.
Susheel chuckled, “Why not? Just don’t let your Krish have access to these tits for two days. He won’t even notice.”
I pressed the earbuds deeper, leaning into the sounds. Meera’s moans, growing louder now, told me that Desai was enjoying her as he desired.
I heard his voice again, “When was the last time you had sex with him?”
"This morning, after you left,” Meera said.
“Krish, you lucky bastard…” I heard Desai exclaim, the jealousy in his words unmistakable.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, Meera,” Desai continued, his voice full of desire. “…ever since I saw you dancing with him at the wedding. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Watching you in his arms… I wanted to be him, to become the man who makes love to you, right there in bed.” In his words, I sensed an admiration, a strange envy for the position I held in her life. As her husband.
Meera sounded amused. “You’re still carrying that thrill? It’s gotten deep into your head.” And then, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Do you want to hear me call you Krish?”
“Yes,” Desai replied, his voice thick with arousal. “I’d love that.”
The idea of her pretending he was me, in that intimate moment, made me remember how I used to make love to Meera while imagining I was Desai. I remembered how I used to push my dick into her pussy while picturing myself as Desai, and how it had turned me on.
Meera’s reply was a teasing, playful doubt. “If you’re Krish… then who is Susheel Desai?”
There was a pause before Desai responded, “Desai is the guy watching you with me, drooling at your beauty.”
He was making fun of himself.
After a while, I heard Desai hurrying to take off her remaining clothes. “Let me take these off. I want to see my baby fully naked.”
I knew what was happening. He was removing her pajama and panties. The image of her lying there completely exposed for him – I could see it with my eyes closed.
“Oh, you’re so wet… oh my baby,” Desai said soon, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for this moment.”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned softly in response, her voice almost trembling with anticipation.
“Just lie down here… let me…” Desai continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone. The sounds of shifting bodies filled the room, and I could imagine him positioning her, spreading her legs wide.
“Mmm…” Meera’s moan followed, and I could hear the pleasure building in her voice.
“Oh, I can see the honey…” Desai's voice was filled with excitement, almost animalistic. “Baby, I’m gonna lap it up like a dog tonight… mmm…”
My heart pounded in my chest as I imagined him between her legs, his mouth on her, lapping at her as he promised.
Meera’s moans grew louder. “Ohh, yes… aaahh… Susheel… just… aaahhh…”
Her voice filled the room, filled my ears, and echoed in my mind. The unmistakable sounds of her pleasure rising with each second. I could picture it all too clearly: Desai, his head buried between her thighs, his tongue working her as she writhed beneath him. And she was loving it. Completely lost in the moment, her voice rising with every lick, every touch.
I felt my body tightening, every part of me focused on the sounds coming from the other room. My stomach twisted, but not with jealousy. It was something I couldn't resist. I was getting overly aware of the erection I was carrying in my shorts, and I couldn't stop my hand from getting inside it. Slowly I wrapped my fingers around my fully erect dick, and the coldness of my fingers engulfing the heat of my dick felt like heaven. If somebody asked me if this was the moment I had been secretly, unknowingly, longing for in my life, I would have admitted it readily.
I felt my wife was giving in to the pleasure offered by Desai to please me. And I was glad that she was doing it.
Meera’s moans were reaching new heights, soaking up every ounce of pleasure that Desai was giving her.
"Mmm.... Susheel...aaahhh... Yes...mmm..."
At the peak of her cries I heard a swift movement, which stopped her, and then I heard soft movements. I could tell he was probably kissing her mouth.
"You're yummy, my baby. I can make you cum just like that. Do you want that, baby?" I heard Desai's voice, his voice filled with ecstasy.
"I'd love to, but you know how," Meera's voice was equally charged with lust. She was asking him to fuck her! My wife was now indirectly begging him for his dick!
 
How on earth does this guy manage to turn my wife into this, every single time? I wondered.
And after a few moments, I got evidence for more of her eagerness to get to the main act when she teased him “Are you going to stay dressed all night?”
It was followed by the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. Desai's voice accompanied, “are you excited to see me naked?”
“Yes,” Meera replied readily. And she followed it with another comment, "oh my God!"
"Shiny, huh?"
"Wet."
“Do you want to touch it?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me. Hold me. See how it’s throbbing for your love,” he urged. “Do you want to beg me to give it to you?”
A brief silence hung in the air, and then Meera said, “mmm...I will. I will beg this one.” I felt she chuckled as she spoke those words. I could tell her fingers must have wrapped around his dick. My fingers tightened around mine too. My dick was struggling inside the confinement of my shorts.
I couldn't resist the temptation anymore as I pulled down my shorts to free it, and then I grabbed it with a sense of satisfaction.
“Move here... a little bit,” Desai said, guiding her. “I hope I’m not hurrying this…”
“No… not at all,” Meera breathed. “I want this. Please.”
There was a pause, tension hanging thick in the air before Desai spoke again. “Say it, Meera.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“Say my name and say it.”
“Susheel… Please… fuck me.”
"No, baby. I'm your Krish."
I was stunned to hear him going back to his little fantasy. And it thrilled me to the extent that I wondered if he knew that I would be listening to this. But it didn't take away any pleasure from being part of this. I moaned myself, "oh my Meera, just do it."
And I heard Meera's voice, a soft cry, "Oh, Krish..."
It pleased me like heaven.
"Say it." Desai said again.
"Fuck me, Krish... Please... Fuck me now..."
“How?”
"Damn!" Her voice trembled with anticipation. “Just push it in… and fuck me... I'm begging you, Krish.”
The next thing I heard was the obvious sound of her moaning, the tone shifting with each passing second. It was raw, intense, and filled the room. My mind raced, imagining for a moment that it was me fucking her in that bed. My hand had started moving, jerking my dick.  And before I knew I was on the verge of an ejaculation. I knew it was sooner than I should let it happen. I struggled but I stopped jerking it.
 
But I could not withdraw my mind off it; for my ears were still feeding me the sounds – Desai's heavily charged breathings, the bed squeaks, and more than everything else Meera's suppressed moans as she went on receiving his thrusts deep inside her pussy. And I watched in disbelief as my dick, without being touched, twitched a couple of times and then started shooting white stream of cum in the air. I moaned with pleasure and then let it go. For a few seconds, I was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm.
It took me a couple of seconds further to bring myself back to the reality. And this reality grew thick as my dick became limp and as I went on listening to the sounds. Desai's dick, hard and thick, was piercing my wife, claiming her. Her moans grew louder, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together became clear.
 
With every passing moment, I could tell Desai was inside her body and mind, and she was loving every second of it. My wife, who only a couple of hours ago had looked at me with eyes full of love and hope, avoiding Desai at the wedding like she wanted nothing to do with him… was now losing herself completely in the pleasure of his dick.
Soon the obvious sounds of Desai shifting, repositioning himself, filled my ears.
"This will make it better, baby," I heard Desai assuring Meera. He was placing himself right at that perfect spot in her pussy, the one that must have been driving her crazy. And then, without waiting for her response, he began to fuck her.
“Aaah... aaahhh...”
Meera's gasps reached my ears again, her voice strained but filled with pleasure. It was devastating and breath-taking at the same time – knowing how deeply she was enjoying it, knowing her body was being claimed by him in ways that I once believed were mine alone.
“Oh, baby... this is heaven,” Desai groaned. "Susheel can only dream of this pleasure." He was still playing the role of me, role-playing as me in his twisted fantasy.
His voice stayed calm, steady, even as he continued to slowly thrust into her, delivering each word with purpose.
“Did you see how Susheel was drooling at you, baby? He wanted to grab you right there.”
Meera moaned in response, and I could imagine her nodding, maybe even biting her lip, caught up in his words.
“He was so jealous, did you notice that? He wanted to take you right away from me.”
Desai's words again evoked excitement in me, the way he painted the picture of his own jealousy – as if I wasn’t the one who should be feeling it right now.
“Susheel would be dreaming of doing what I am doing right now. He must be jerking off, imagining pushing his dick into this sweet pussy of yours. But it’s mine, isn’t it? It’s only mine.”
"Yeah... It's yours, Krish. I'm all yours, my love..."
Meera's moans confirmed that she was fully into his game of fantasy.
"Stay away from him, baby. Promise me you'll stay away from him..."
Desai said again.
"Will you be jealous if I slept with him?" Meera asked.
I felt Desai stopped moving. “I die of jealousy when I think about it,” he quipped.
I heard Meera laugh. A soft, light sound, as if none of this was serious. “Susheel, I can’t believe how you watched me dance with Krish today.”
Desai let out a groan. “Oh, baby. That was hell for me. I wanted to grab you away from him right then, bring you here. I can’t tell you what kind of meditation it took for me to sit through that. My God, you’re mine. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Meera laughed again, “don’t tell me… beg me,” she teased.
“You want me to beg you?” Desai’s voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’d love to do that... mmm... oh my God, your lips. Please, allow me to remove this lipstick. Mmm…”
I heard the intimate sound of their lips smacking together, the wet, intimate noise of a passionate kiss. I remembered the thin shade of lipstick that remained on her lips at that time of leaving my room, and I was sure he was going to erase it with his lips and tongue.
“I even feared you’d kiss him,” Desai admitted between kisses. “If you had, I would have been done. Buried. Susheel Desai, died of heartbreak.”
Meera’s laughter filled the room once again.
“Is your heart so fragile?” she asked.
“Anyone’s heart would be fragile if it’s in your possession,” Desai responded.
“So sure that yours is in my possession, huh?”
“Yes, baby. Do I need to beg you to affirm?”
“I would be keen to have you do that.” I heard the smirk in her voice, and then her moaning resumed, louder this time, as Desai’s rhythmic movements resumed, and soon quickened.
“Oh, you are so wet, my baby. You’ve been waiting for this... for me... this moment…”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned, the sound raw and urgent. Desai wasn’t holding back now, and I could hear the bed squeaking, the sharp rhythm of him fucking her harder, faster.
“Mmm… Susheel... aaahhh…”
Her moans were growing louder, more intense, filling the room. The pleasure she was experiencing was evident, and yet, hearing it was both breath-taking and devastating. I couldn’t stop listening, even though each sound was a punch to my gut. My dick had again started growing back to its full size, and I didn't hesitate to grab it. And I straightaway started moving my hand, though slowly. I was glad that I was able to reclaim the thrill.
Desai was panting, “You always make me wait, and you never cease to excite me. What are you, Meera? Where have you been? This moment… this love… Oh my God, your eyes… You have a king and a slave both here in me. Please, choose me.”
“Oh my God… yes… yes… aaah… be my king now. Make me your queen…”
Their voices were filled with lust, and Meera’s moans were suddenly silenced, probably by a kiss, but the bed kept squeaking, the distinctive rhythm of their bodies locked in the act.
Then I heard Desai ask, “Wanna go on top, baby?”
Meera’s voice was breathless. “No, please finish it…”
But Desai persisted, “Please, I beg you, Meera. Ride me…”
There was a brief pause, the sound of shifting, and then I could tell they were changing positions.
“Mmm… grab it… yes…” Desai urged.
The bed squeaks resumed, slower now, but the way she managed to shove his dick back into her pussy without wasting a second told me how hungry she had become, to have it inside her.
“This sight…" Desai's voice. "Krish must have dreamt of this when you rubbed your boobs on him.”
Meera was surprised. “Oh, you saw that?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I wasn’t doing it purposefully,” she defended.
“But you did it.”
“What else did you see?”
“I saw him grabbing your waist, here... and here... and feeling your bum...”
“No, he didn’t touch my bum…”
“He did. I saw. He’s very clever... and subtle…”
“He’s my husband, okay? We aren’t divorced. He doesn’t need to be subtle.”
“Oh really? Come here… baby…” I could hear the sound of him pulling her down, their movements stopping for a moment.
“You’re mine now. Mine alone.”
“Jealous?” Meera teased again.
“Yes… give it to me…”
“What?”
“Come on…”
“Tell me na…”
“Let me taste it. Let me taste your saliva.”
“You know that’s special kinky gift for my husband, no?” she asked, incredulous.
“Mmm… I’m your husband tonight. Give it to me.”
“Ha ha. But you fuck differently.”
“Then spit more.”
“Okay, Romeo… open your mouth. Let me give you the hot stuff…”
“Mmm…”
I heard Desai’s soft moan, like a kid savouring his favourite candy. I knew what had just happened. Meera had spat into his mouth, something she used to do only for me, something that had driven me wild with desire. And now, without hesitation, she gave him the same intimate act for the second time, especially knowing that it was an act she had once reserved only for her husband.
 
He had done the same during their lovemaking on the concert night. He had taken one of the most intimate pieces of our connection, and now it belonged to him.
 
“More, baby. Spit!” Desai urged, his voice thick with excitement.
 
I heard it again – the soft sound of her spitting – followed by a deep, gut-wrenching kiss.
 
Then, the sounds of them moving again, repositioning themselves on the bed, as they prepared for another round.
The intensity of the moment hit me like a punch. I started moving my hand faster again, and the thrill of another round of orgasm took over my body. I didn't try to hold it back anymore. I jerked faster and shot a burst of cum into the air, this time with less intensity compared to the last one. But hell, it was equally satisfying.
 
Meera’s screams had filled the other room and my ears, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Aaah... my God... Aaa... Susheel... Oh God... I’m cumming, baby… mmmm...” Her cries echoed in my ears, taking me back to that night of the concert – when she had been with Desai in our bed. That same raw intensity was in her voice. It crushed me to realize that I had never, and perhaps could never, give her this much pleasure. Desai was delivering what I couldn’t.
Then came the final sounds of their climax. Desai, with a strained groan, pulled out. “Let me pull out, baby, I’m gonna cum so good for you...” His words were followed by a low moan, and I heard Meera’s gasp of surprise as he shot his cum.
“Oh my... haaa... oh my... oh my God...” Her voice was filled with awe. “You’ve given me a shower,” she added, her words heavy with disbelief and perhaps a hint of amusement. I felt he had shot his load on her body, probably on her belly.
"Woo... that was damn... Fucking awesome!" Desai laughed, deeply satisfied. “You deserve it, baby.” He added.
Meera’s voice softened as she commented after a few seconds, “Oh my God, so thick... Now I believe you. You weren’t lying when you said you haven’t had sex for a while.”
Desai's reply had a serious tone, “You’re the last woman I’ve been with... and probably the only one I’ll ever get to be with again.”
Both Meera and I were caught off guard by his words. There was a silence, the air heavy with the weight of his confession.
“Do you need to make such statements?” Meera asked slowly.
“I mean it,” Desai said, his tone steady. “I’m not attracted to other women anymore.”
Meera didn’t respond immediately. Silence prevailed for some time and then Meera spoke, “I don’t know what to say...”
 
I felt they were lying in the bed, their bodies entwined, letting the ecstasy fade naturally. I could hear their breathing, though. I grabbed a cloth and wiped up the mess I had made in my bed. I felt disgusted as I realized I was lying in a pool of my own cum. At the same time, the thought that Desai's cum was probably still drying on Meera's belly devastated me.
 “That was good, wasn’t it?” I heard Desai asking, his voice a low hum.
“Yeah, it feels so fulfilling,” Meera replied, and then added, "But I don’t like that I cheated on Krish.” I thought she was trying to make him believe that I had no role in their sex.
However, Desai’s response shocked me. “Then we should tell him.”
“How?” Meera was equally shocked.
“Just say the truth. Say that you came to talk to me, and I took you to bed. Tell him you couldn’t stop me.”
“I can’t tell him I had sex behind his back. You can’t either. You’d lose his trust.”
“You’re right. But I feel bad keeping him in the dark. It’s one thing if he wouldn’t mind, but we’ve complicated this too much already. We can’t confess what we’ve done; it’s too late.”
“What’s your solution?” Meera asked again.
“Give me some time. I’ll find a way.”
“Okay. But until then, please... no more stupid business.”
"Okay," Desai said. "But I love you."
Meera didn’t reply to his declaration, her silence hanging heavy between them. After a moment, she said she needed to clean up and headed to the bathroom.
It took a while for both of them to return and get dressed. Desai broke the silence first. “Do you regret what happened?”
Meera sighed. “I’d be a hypocrite to say so after having so much pleasure.”
“So you loved these moments?”
“Yes.”
“So we’re seeing each other again?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I will call you.”
“Don’t.”
“I will.”
“No, Susheel. Don’t.”
“I know you’ll take my calls. I’ll call you during office hours.”
“I don’t entertain such stuff at work. You know how busy I am there. Don’t even try.”
“I won’t call every day. I’ll call when I visit.”
“I’m scared, Susheel. This is... No. We shouldn’t meet. It's better if I distance myself from you.”
“But you enjoyed it a lot,” Desai pointed out, his tone almost teasing.
Meera paused for a second before replying. “Seeing you here has become a struggle. I’m subconsciously worried that Krish could hear us, spying on us. He could do anything – drill holes in doors, place a voice or video recorder. There’s no end to these doubts.”
I was stunned to hear her speak her mind to Desai. She was sharing her insecurities about me.
“There’s nothing like that. Krish is alright now,” Desai reassured her.
I was astonished to hear him taking my side. It felt like Desai trusted me more than Meera did.
"You don't know what's on his mind," Meera said again. "He had drilled holes on the doors, hadn't he?"
"Do you think he could place a hidden cam to watch us?"
"I'm saying it's possible. I don't know."
"Then why don't we try to find out? It's easy to figure out."
"How?"
"There are apps for everything; it will take a couple of minutes to find out."
Desai's words panicked me.
Meera went on to express her surprise as Desai proceeded to download an application on his mobile phone. My heartbeats shot up as I heard him say, "It's been installed. See, wait, it'll take a minute to scan this room and find out if Krish is that perverted. Just wait, my baby!"
I didn’t know which application he had downloaded on his mobile. I was sure he was scanning the room to find hidden devices. I didn’t know if it could catch voice recorders. If it could find the presence of my voice recorder, then I was caught. I waited with bated breath.
"See, there’s nothing!" Desai said, and I sighed with relief. "Told you he has no doubt. He will never find out unless you tell him. And I think you should."
It was clear Desai wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to keep me in the dark, possibly because he thrived on the thrill of cuckolding me.
"No, I don’t want to tell him," Meera replied.
It was exactly what I wanted her to tell him because I didn’t want to go back to being a willing cuckold in front of Desai. It was a relief, in a way, but there was still a worry that nagged at me. Even though Meera expressed some resistance to seeing him again, I could sense that she wasn’t entirely against it. That made me nervous.
 
I soon heard Meera bidding him goodnight. She was leaving. I hurriedly shut down my computer and hid my earbuds. Lying still in bed, I realized there was no point in pretending to be asleep.
As soon as Meera opened our bedroom door, I sat up on the bed. I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was nervous excitement, a thrill that was uncontrollable, knowing she had just been completely satisfied by Desai. My heart raced as she approached, her face wearing a shy expression.
Meera looked almost hesitant to face me, like she wasn’t sure how to present it to me. But I knew it well already. She had been fucked, fulfilled in a way I wasn’t sure I could match.
I pretended to remain calm, though I could feel my body reacting to her presence, imagining every intimate detail I’d heard. I welcomed her back like I knew nothing, but the truth of it burned deep inside me. And the thrill – damn, that uncontrollable thrill – was mixed with a growing fear.
“How did it go? What happened? You took so long?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, like I knew nothing.
Meera hesitated for a moment before saying, “Everything. Everything I told you…it happened.”
I waited a moment to think of what to say. "I just guessed. I'm... I mean, I'm just curious how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath before she began speaking, her voice a little shaky, yet calm enough to show she had already made peace with what happened.
"It just… happened. After we started talking, I could sense that things were heading in the wrong direction, but I thought I could handle it. At first, it was just conversation. He talked about old memories, how he’s been thinking about me, and how hard it’s been for him to stay away. I tried to keep things light, remind him that I'm trying to move on and that we're not supposed to cross this line again. But the more we talked, the harder it was for me to stay detached. He was so persistent, Krish. He knows how to play on my emotions, on our past.
At some point, we were sitting so close that I could feel his breath on me. And then he kissed... when he kissed me… I just let him. I don’t know why. Maybe part of me wanted it; maybe I was too caught up in the moment. But once that first kiss happened, everything else followed so quickly. I tried to stop it, but it was like I was frozen. I let him lead, and then before I knew it, we were in bed. And once we got there… I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. I don't even know if I really wanted to stop him at that point."
She paused, her voice dropping slightly. "It now feels wrong, but it felt alright in the moment, and I just… let it happen."
"How about Desai? He must be happy now. Is he happy to see you cheating on me?"
“He wanted me to confess to you about it,” she said, looking at me. “But I declined.”
“You did the right thing,” I replied. "I don't want to be part of this."
“But you were very excited, Krish,” Meera said, looking straight at me. "I can smell the cum on you.”
I froze, embarrassed. I looked away in a flash of sudden shame, but I quickly overcame it and looked at her.
"Yeah, after you left, I couldn't stop the excitement. When you were getting late, I knew what would have happened. I felt you wouldn't entertain me tonight."
Meera stared at me for a moment. "You did the right thing," she said.
Without another word, she went to the washroom to change. When she came back, she crawled into bed beside me, her body warm against mine. I waited, hoping for more confessions, for her to mention the possibility of meeting Desai again. Or at least about him making such a proposal. But nothing. She remained silent, not offering a single word about it.
That silence soon started eating at me, making sleep impossible. As the night wore on, an alarm went off in my head. A thought awakened in my mind. My wife was going to meet Desai again. He was going to visit Pune. He was going to call her. He was going to take her to hotel suites where I could no longer bother them with my spying methods. My brain laid it all out for me, as if the future was unfolding in front of my eyes, and I was powerless to stop it.
With every passing hour, it became clearer that my marriage was slipping away from my hands, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, unless I established myself as a willing partner in this game of lust – happily welcoming Desai to my house whenever he wanted.
That devastating realization was a shocking twist I hadn’t seen coming.

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