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

[krish_999]

Chapter - 49

 
I lay motionless under the bed, the coldness of the floor seeping into my skin. My plan was starting to feel like a waste of time. The silence in the apartment only made my thoughts spiral further into doubt.
 
Then I heard it – a faint click. My breath caught, and my heart raced. The front door opened, and I heard Desai’s voice along with the sound of the door closing.
“Finally, my lady!”
 
There was the soft thud of items being placed down – perhaps his bag.
“Come over here, Meera. Welcome home.”
His voice carried an unmistakable confidence, the kind that seemed to claim ownership of any space he entered. It carried easily through the quiet house and reached me, as I had left the door open. In fact, I had left the doors in all the rooms open to avoid suspicion.
“This isn’t your house, Desai,” Meera replied, her tone playful. “It’s my house.”
“Well then,” Desai countered smoothly, ““shouldn’t you be the host? Aren’t you supposed to welcome me properly?
 
I couldn’t see them – just the faint shuffle of their feet on the tiled floor and the occasional creak of movement as they moved around.
“And how exactly should I welcome you, Mr. Desai?” Meera asked, her voice filled with mischief.
 
I couldn’t help but wonder how she was feeling. I hated to think she wasn’t nervous. Subconsciously, I wanted her to carry some sense of remorse for what she was doing.
 
“How do you think?” Desai replied, his tone teasing yet firm. “I’m your guest, Meera. Make me feel at home.”
“Fine, Mr. Guest. How do you want me to welcome you?”
 
I heard a soft laugh from Desai. Then he spoke, “I could think of a few ways…” His voice trailed off, heavy with implication. “Aah-huh! And what if I don’t oblige?” Meera challenged, but her tone was playful. “Then I’ll just have to make myself at home,” he said. Then there was a pause, followed by nothing.
Nothing?
 
No, there was a faint rustling – the sound of clothes shifting – and then a soft, unmistakable silence. It was a familiar kind of silence, and I knew what was happening. They were kissing. I heard Desai’s voice cut through the muffled sounds of their kiss. “I’ve missed you.” Meera let out a breathless laugh. “I can tell.” “Let’s go,” Desai said, his tone low, commanding, and certain. But Meera replied, “Let me show you the house first. You came all the way from Bangalore to see it, didn’t you?” I could hear a soft chuckle from her. She knew what Desai wanted, and she was just toying with him. I knew it would only make him more desperate. Hungry. Aggressive when he finally gets to shove his dick into her pussy. Which he eventually would.
 
Meera guided Desai through the house quickly, showing him the bedrooms first and then the kitchen. When they reached the master bedroom where I was hiding, I couldn’t see much – just their feet stepping into view. My pulse quickened, and I barely dared to breathe.
 
I was beneath the farthest end of the bed, leaving me just a few inches of visibility to the space outside.
“This must be the master bedroom,” I heard Desai say. I could imagine him staring at the bed. Meera mentioned there were no bed sheets in any of the rooms. When she said it needed cleaning, Desai remarked that it looked tidy.
“I’ll show you the kitchen,” Meera said, leading him out quickly.
 
After the kitchen, they returned to step out onto the balcony from the main hall. I heard Meera calculating the distance between her office and mine compared to this house and our present one. They kept talking for a while.
Desai remarked that the house was more spacious than her current one and suggested she should move in.
When Meera suggested that she would show him the other bedrooms, Desai replied, “I guess I’m done seeing the house, for now.”
Then I heard it – a faint shift, a rustle of fabric, followed by Meera's soft giggle, which soon turned into a burst of laughter.
Soon, Desai’s feet re-entered my view in the room. But I could only see his feet.
It took me a moment to piece everything together and understand what was happening.
Meera wasn’t walking. Desai's footsteps echoed firmly on the floor, and after a wasted moment searching for Meera’s feet beside him, it struck me – he was carrying her. The realization hit me: my wife was in his arms.
 
For a moment, my heart sank at the realization that it was happening. My wife had not only met Desai, but she was now going to sleep with him. But in the next moment, I knew there was nothing to be surprised by, as I had already known it. There was nothing new in this; it was just a repetition of my past.
 
I shifted my head slightly to the centre of the bed area to catch a glimpse of my wife, but I could only see the tip of her dress hanging in front of Desai. The faint noises they made painted a vivid picture in my mind. Meera was sitting on his waist, her legs wrapped tightly around him, her arms likely circling his neck. I could almost sense the urgency in the way she clung to him, her weight fully supported by his strong hands.
And they said nothing, because their lips were attached to each other’s.
 
The tiny sound of their kissing was nonstop and unapologetically urgent. I heard Desai let out of soft grunt as he walked steadily towards the bed. My view was limited to Desai’s feet – they stopped near the bed, and I heard Meera laugh softly, her voice relaxed and teasing in a way that I quickly remembered how she always behave with him.
“This place feels so freeing,” she said, her tone light. “It’s so different from…you know.”
“You mean your home?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Here, there’s no need to worry. No one watching. No one listening.”
If only she knew.
Desai chuckled. “Well, it’s a big house. Spacious. Comfortable. Perfect for a weekend getaway…or for moments like this.”
She giggled again. “I’ll give you the full house tour, I promise. But not now.”
“Yeah…” Desai said. “I know exactly what you want, baby. And I came here to give you just that.”
Her laughter softened into something more intimate. “Are you going to keep me like this until evening, or are you planning to throw me onto the bed at some point?”
“Throw you onto the bed?” he teased. “We’re not in a rush. Let’s take it slow. This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment, just you and me, away from everything. Free to give each other all the attention we deserve.”
There was a soft thud as he placed her feet gently on the floor. I saw Meera's toes almost touching Desai’s.
“Let’s make it a romantic date… a memorable one,” he said.
“Memorable sounds good to me,” Meera's voice was filled with anticipation. Then she added, “Where’s my gift?”
“It’s here,” Desai said in a lower voice.
“Mmm…hmm…!” Meera's reply was another giggle. “Really?”
“Yes… you can have it.”
I couldn’t see anything, but I heard her say again, “Okay….” And followed by a shuffle of movement. Her feet shifted backward, and then, her knees touched the floor. I saw the hem of her dress dropping gently around her knees. The fabric pooled softly on the ground around her.
A quick, hurried sound of a zipper being pulled down followed. My heart stopped.
The metallic clink of a belt being unbuckled was next, accompanied by Desai’s soft gasp of encouragement. I could imagine Meera's excitement from the pace she was undressing him.
Then, suddenly, Desai said, “Baby, wait. I need to wash up first. Took a piss during the flight."
"I won’t mind that," Meera replied readily.
I froze. My stomach twisted. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She won’t mind that?
And I realized in that moment – her desperation, her willingness to accept him, no matter the circumstances. How could she be so eager, so open?
I couldn’t help but feel sick with jealousy. I had spent years with Meera, yet here she was, throwing herself at him with such ease and desperation.
A moment later, I heard it – the wet, unmistakable sound of her lips taking him in. I felt she must have felt the stinking taste of his piss when she took him into her mouth. It was disgusting for me to think about but it didn’t stop Meera from expressing the love Desai was seeking from her. Slow at first, then more confident, the rhythm of her movements picking up as she started sucking his dick.
As Meera began, Desai's voice broke through the tension. "Did you miss me?" he asked, "Did you wait for this, baby?"
Meera paused for a moment and then freed her mouth to speak. "At first, I wasn’t thinking about it," she admitted softly. "But after agreeing to meet you... it became harder to wait. So…yes... You’ve been on my mind."
“Sounds sweet.” Desai said.
The wet sounds of Meera’s mouth moving back and forth on his dick filled my ears again, accompanied by the occasional hum of satisfaction from Desai. Within a few minutes of their arrival, the atmosphere in the room had become charged with lust. I could hear Meera moaning faintly, as if she were savouring every moment, and I sensed that there was clearly no attempt to hide her excitement this time. My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage, each beat louder than the last, drowning out my thoughts.
I wanted to see her. The itch to move closer, to stretch my neck just a little and catch even a fleeting glimpse of what she was doing, was growing. But the fear of being caught kept me still in my place. I couldn’t risk it. Not now, I said myself.
Desai’s voice broke through the sounds of the movements. “God, Meera, your tongue…” he groaned. “The way it moves around the head – it’s unreal.”
A faint giggle escaped her lips, muffled by her efforts. Then she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice laced with satisfaction. “I love it. The gift. It’s…perfect.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of jealousy coursing through me. My stomach churned as I realized how much she adored pleasing him, how freely she expressed it. There was no hesitation, no shame. Just pure desire.
Desai groaned again, clearly overcome with pleasure. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “It’s all yours, baby.”
I gritted my teeth, burying my jealousy deep within me. My fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to move, to make any sound that would betray my presence. All I could do was lie there, helpless, as the woman I loved continued worshipping Desai's dick. I heard the sound of Meera biting his skin with her lips, pulling it back, and then letting out occasional sighs. I felt she was sucking his balls. His pants had dropped down to his ankles, and I caught a glimpse of his black underwear, too.
I then Desai’s deep voice cut through. “Come on, get up,” he said warmly. There was a rustling noise as Meera stood, and almost immediately, their mouths found each other again. The sound of their kissing filled the room, louder now, more intense, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Desai’s chuckle followed. “I’m thirsty for a gift too,” he teased.
Meera’s voice, breathy and full of playfulness, answered him. “I am the gift. You can take me.”
He laughed. “I’d love to have you…bit by bit.”
The bed creaked as he sat her on the its edge.  I couldn’t see them clearly, only their feet shifting positions. Meera's feet were facing away from the bed, facing Desai’s. He freed his right leg from his crumpled pants that remained at his ankles and lifted it, bending it to rest his knee on the edge of the mattress. The sound of their kissing continued.
Until Desai stopped and said, “I’m gonna taste you.”
Meera's reply was quick, “Why just taste? Eat me, baby.”
Her words, filled with desire and a sense urgency to surrender to him, pierced through me like blade that it gave me a sense of goosebump. My wife was so willing, so eager to be taken. It was as if she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in him, to let him consume her completely.
I heard the sounds of her soft clothes shifting, and then Meera giggled. “Pervert darling, come on – take it.”
“Yeah… I’m gonna do that.”
Desai said, and then it fell – her pantie, landing on the floor just inches from where I lay. I stared at the light green colour pantie, my breath catching in my throat with anticipation.
Before I could fully process what was happening, Desai knelt on the floor, his pants still crumpled at his left ankle. He bent further down, presumably to position his head between her thighs. And as his waist lowered to rest on his ankles, I was left to face his naked thighs. My eyes drifted upward, and to my shock and disgust, I caught a glimpse of his dick. It was pumped up, thanks to the oral worship it had received from my wife. I looked away for a moment, feeling sick, but the sounds brought me back to look straight at it. I had seen it before but not this close, and this time it intimidated like no before. It was not standing up fully, but it was still grown fully to give me the glimpse of the veins on it, and its head was shining, either from the wetness of it, or by the saliva from my wife’s mouth. I couldn’t believe how my wife could take it into her mouth, despite knowing that he hadn’t washed it after taking a piss probably two hours ago. I looked at it like a piece of horror; at the same time, I knew my wife had looked at it with absolute awe just a few minutes ago. I couldn’t believe the audacity of my own fate that left me in positions like this.
 
Desai had buried his head between her legs, and Meera’s legs soon disappeared from my view, presumably lifted into the air. I heard a soft moan from her, very soon.
“Mmm….”
I knew it was the response to the first touch of her pussy by his tongue. She moaned again, and again, as Desai started licking her. Meera's gasps were soft at first, and then became louder, filled with unmistakable pleasure.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Every sound, every gasp, every moan was a fresh wound. She was giving herself to him in a way that left no doubt of her desire, her need for him. She was entirely his at that moment, and I was powerless to do anything but lie there and endure it.
After a few seconds, Desai paused, “you’re already wet; you know that?”
Meera didn’t hesitate. “I’ve been like this since morning.”
I was stunned by the level of her audacity and boldness to admit the desire she had for him. The confidence to accept it, and the desire in her tone, were simply devastating. It wasn’t just about physical attraction; it was her surrender, her eagerness to be consumed by him. But I knew there was more to come.
“God, I love hearing you say that. You’re something else, you know that?” Desai said with utmost satisfaction.
“You make me so,” she replied, her voice becoming a whisper. Desai silently went back to licking her pussy, and Meera's thickened gasps told me how much she loved it.
“Aaah…aaaah…mmm…”
Either by the fact that there was nothing else for me to see or simply dominated by the view of it, I couldn’t look away from Desai's dick that was now getting more erect. It was not hanging downward anymore. My throat went dry as I felt it was a gun pointed at me, questioning my authority to be there. The skin around its head had moved back completely, and I saw the pee hole at the end of it, looking at it I couldn’t think of anything else other than that it would soon be going inside my wife’s pussy and spurting cum.
Meera was more and more drenched in the pleasure of things, as he kept eating her pussy. At times, I even heard the sound of him biting and stretching her pussy lips, making her giggle and gasp.
Desai then brought his right hand to caress his dick, and he ran his fingers along it, circled around it, as if to feel the growth. I knew he would be thinking of shoving it into my wife’s pussy. It had already become a monster, its girth making me subconsciously worry about the pain he would cause while pushing it inside her, stretching her married pussy beyond its capacity.
“I can't wait any longer. I need you now, baby" he said and stood up quickly. I watched his feet as he slipped his pants off his left foot, and discarded it on the floor beside Meera's panty. There was a moment of silence before Meera’s answer came, breathless and full of anticipation. “I’m ready, Susheel.”
“You’re incredible,” Desai said, then there was a shift, a sound of movement as he placed his right knee on the edge of the bed, and Meera soon gasped softly. I could hear the little struggle they shared while he pushed his dick into her. My whole body stiffened as I realised that my wife’s pussy was being stuffed by another man’s dick just a few inches away from me. I had seen it already many times in my life before, but nothing felt as close as this.
“It feels great, baby” he said, his voice rich with satisfaction. "Your expression," he murmured, "when I push it inside you, it's even more satisfying than the act itself. It's so beautiful... you’re so beautiful. I don’t want to forget these moments."
Meera responded, "It’s yours," she said, her voice a gentle whisper. "Take it, baby."
“How do you feel?”
“I feel…” Her voice trembled, full of emotion. “Full. It’s perfect.”
“It seems like we’re perfect for each other. My dick fits perfectly inside you. We are made for each other, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are,” Meera whispered, going with the flow.
“I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like we were meant to be together in every way.” Desai went on, “Do you feel the same level of fulfilment with Krish?”
Meera paused for a moment, and then broke my heart. “No.”
“I should have met you before he did. I wish I had, baby.”
Meera laughed softly.
“I’ll go slow. I want this to last.” Desai said.
“Oh, yes,” she replied with a moan. “Mmm….”
I heard the sound clearly as Desai pulled back, and then he pushed again, to derive another soft cry from Meera. “aaaah…”
Desai placed his right foot down, and then leaned forward to move back and forth for a couple of times. That was all it needed before Meera cried out, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “Oh my God,” she cried. “mmm…. Susheel….mmmm… I’m… I’m coming….!”
I was stunned by the response from Meera. Or I was stunned by the realisation that how easy it was for him to make her cum.
Meera though quickly regained her normal breath. “What have you done to me, Susheel?”
Desai responded tenderly. "It’s great to know you’ve been waiting for me."
“I’ve never waited for you like this… because it was the first time when I knew we were surely going to be intimate... like this. From Wednesday noon I knew we were going to meet…so it was all in my head. Even when I was in bed with Krish, you know… I was thinking about it.”
Meera's revelation was a stunning jolt to my psyche. It was something that I had always been suspicious about, and to hear from Meera that all those doubts were true, was felt like a knife passing through me, killing any sense of hope I had been unknowingly clinching onto.
“I’m keen to live up to the expectation today, baby.” Desai said.
Desai said and lowered himself to the bed to kiss her. He kissed her until it choked her. “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fill your pussy with lots of cum.” His voice was menacingly brutal, as he whispered.
“I’ve come prepared for that. I have a pill,” Meera revealed out of the blue.
“I was going to ask you about it. I don’t have condoms.”
“I knew you wouldn’t bring.”
“So you bought it for us?”
“Mmm… not particularly for us. I had sex with Krish on Wednesday, and it ended up being a little unplanned… you know. So, I bought it, but I haven’t taken it yet because I didn’t want to take another one after today.”
Meera’s revelation underscored just how much preparation she had put into this tryst with Desai. She had kept the pill unused, fully aware she would need it after this. She had anticipated everything that was happening today. The pill works for up to three days after having sex, so one pill would be sufficient to protect her from pregnancy from both her husband and her lover.
“Oh, Krish…! Lucky my bro. Did he fuck you well, baby?” Desai asked.
Suddenly I was the centre of their discussion.
“Jealous?”
Meera giggled.
“Got to be jealous. The man doesn’t have to wait this long, does he?”
“Yeah,” Meera giggled again.
“It’s good that you’ve thought about this and kept the pill.” Desai said. “Because I’ve been longing for this. It’s gonna be huge. I’ll have to fuck you really hard, Meera. And you’re gonna love it, baby.”
“I love getting your huge ones,” Meera. She was excited about being filled with his huge load, and she wasn’t shy about revealing it.
“That’s my girl,” Desai said joyously.
It was impossible to ignore the boldness in Meera’s tone, a stark contrast to the uncertainty I had come to feel in my own marriage. She wasn’t just admitting how much she craved Desai – she was embracing it. She wanted him, and she wasn’t afraid to say it. The connection they shared felt deeper than anything I had with her. It wasn’t just physical – it was emotional, too. They were in sync, as though their worlds had aligned in a way that felt foreign to me. The way they spoke, the ease with which they laughed, how they fulfilled each other’s needs – it made my hidden position even more unbearable.
With every breath, every playful word, I was reminded of how far I had been pushed out of her world. She wasn’t just pushing me aside physically but emotionally, too. Desai had claimed something of hers that I couldn’t.
I felt the jealousy twist in my chest, but it was more than that – it was a sense of loss, of being left behind. It wasn’t just about what I wasn’t giving her; it was about how right everything seemed for them and how everything had gone so wrong for me.
"I know, baby," Desai’s voice broke through my thoughts, low and soothing. Then I watched his feet disappear from view as he climbed onto the bed. Only his clothes and her pantie remained on the floor.
Meera soon welcomed his dick back into her pussy, and this time her breathing was more urgent, as Desai began to move faster from the word go. The bed creaked under their movements, and the sound of his dick moving in and out of her wet pussy filled the room, making it harder for me to stay still in my hiding place.
“Isn’t it what you wanted, baby?” Desai asked, without stopping.
“Yes,” Meera breathed.
“Did you miss this moment?”
“A lot,” Meera said.
Desai paused for a moment, then asked, “Did he fuck you yesterday too?”
My heart clenched. He was talking about me.
“No.”
“So it was day before yesterday.”
“Yes…”
“Did you come?” he pressed.
“No,” she said, the honesty in her voice striking.
“So it doesn’t count, then,” Desai concluded.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t,” she agreed, almost wistfully.
The bits of their conversation stung more than I expected. Each word carried a weight that felt too heavy to bear, revealing cracks in the bond I thought Meera and I shared. It wasn’t just what they were doing – it was what they were saying. Every laugh, every tease, every casual mention of us was like a knife piercing into my heart. I wondered if Meera loved feeding Desai's curiosity so much that she wouldn’t mind ridiculing our relationship.
The pace at which Desai plunged into her pussy only increased after their moments of verbal intimacy. Meera's gasps grew louder with his rhythm and soon shifted into familiar cries of pleasure. The sound of the bed squeaking, his dick sliding in and out of her molten pussy, and Meera’s moans combined to fill the room with noise. It wasn’t just fucking; it was an intense invasion of a married woman’s body, splitting not just her physically but severing any attachment she might have felt to her husband. With each thrust, she surrendered to his power, his will, and his vigor, making it feel as though she might never return to the realization that she was married.
 
Desai kept readjusting his position, but he didn’t deviate from the missionary pose throughout their lovemaking. With each pause, the intensity of Meera's soft cries grew. At times, her voice was muffled by his kiss, but the sound of their movements never ceased. I couldn’t help but think he was determined to make her climax again.
They were so consumed by the act that I felt an urge to risk a glance at what was happening. The last time I had seen them together like this was two months ago on the concert night. Since then, all I’d had were the sounds – muffled, distant, and haunting. "The thought that I might leave this moment with nothing but the sight of their feet, despite being just inches away, pushed my desperation to take the risk
I slowly shifted the cartons shielding me, careful not to make a sound. Dragging my body forward on the floor, I positioned myself closer to the edge of the bed. Tilting my head sideways, I cautiously peeped out.
The first thing I saw was Desai’s feet, firmly planted at the edge of the bed. A little higher, Meera’s feet were in the air, her toes curling and moving with every motion. They were lying across the bed, just ahead of where I was hidden.
Holding my breath, I edged out further, inch by inch, until more of the scene came into view. Desai's shirt was still on. But his completely naked lower body came into my focus, his bare ass moving up and down with intense, deliberate movements. The sight was overwhelming – raw and painfully close.
The unpleasant view of Desai's ass, the glute muscles and his anal hole hit my psyche so hard that I immediately wondered where my fate was taking me, all because of my desire for adventure in my marital life. I was watching the ugliest part of Desai's while he was busy breaking every thread that was supposed to keep my marriage intact.
I moved further out until I saw his dick. It was moving in and out of Meera's pussy. It was wet and shiny, with some kind of white liquid having spread underneath it. I felt it was smeared with my wife’s cum from her pussy. I didn’t miss the sight of his huge balls swinging back and forth along with his movements, and hitting under her pussy every time he shoved his dick deep into her pussy. The soft cries and heavy breathing from Meera suddenly felt dominated by the sound of his dick moving in and out of her pussy. I could tell her little hole was completely stretched to contain his full size, and the pleasure she was receiving was undeniable, her body trembling with each intense movement. The sound of her embracing it cut through the air, and it felt like a physical blow to me, knowing I was powerless to stop it. The longer he kept fucking her without stopping or even pausing simply burnt me with jealousy and made me realise why she agreed to this meeting. No woman could deny such pleasure from a man.
And then Desai surprised me by a groan, "yeah....!"  and his movement peaked. "You want me cum for you, baby?" His voice was broken, as he was presumably overwhelmed by the pleasure of eruption from within.
"Fill meee...!" Meera's response was hurried.
"Mmm... Oh my God, my Meera... Here… my everything for you...own me...aaaah...!"
Desai's movement suddenly stopped but I saw him shivering with the pleasure sensation taking over his body. He pushed and squeezed his glute muscles and kept his dick buried inside her pussy, and I knew that was him cumming inside her, filling her with his huge cum load. And Meera's breathing told me how satisfied she felt by receiving his sperm. She had already told him that she had a pill to protect her but I felt she would have allowed him to cum inside her even if she wasn't going to be protected. The energy and enthusiasm in her cries were making me believe that she was ready to do anything to live this pleasure.
Desai groaned a couple of times, before removing his dick halfway and then pushing forward again, as if to make himself cum till the last drop of it was spurted inside her – clearly a sign that he was making sure he filled her pussy with the huge load that she loved to get. I even felt I was going to witness his cum over-spilling my wife’s pussy. But it didn’t happen; surely he had cummed so deep inside her.
“Oh my God. I’ve come, baby. I’ve come like great.” Desai panted; his dick still inside her. “Did you feel it, baby?”
Then I watched his head going down, disappearing from my view, as he kissed Meera hard stopping her from giving any verbal response. I saw Meera's arms circling around his body, around the shirt, as if she didn’t want him to move off her.
“Tell me,” Desai said again, as he broke the kiss.
“I feel so alive, great.” Meera responded, her voice carrying the tiredness from the insane fucking.
Desai leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. "We’re perfect for each other," he murmured. "I’m glad I got you back, baby."
Meera's hands moved gently across Desai's back, as though she were caressing his body. They were basking in the afterglow, the calm that followed their intense fucking. In that moment, everything outside of them – the world, the tension, and even I – seemed distant, irrelevant. They settled into each other, their breathing slowing as they stayed in the comfort of each other’s presence.
 
The scene I had just witnessed was so impactful that I found myself momentarily lost in the moment. But I knew I had to pull myself back to reality. I anticipated Desai getting up from the bed, and if he did, his foot would likely land right on my face. I quickly dragged my body back beneath the bed, careful not to make a sound as I shifted. Their breathing was still dominating the room. I tilted my head, trying to avoid disturbing the cartons I had arranged around me. Once I was in my original position, I carefully adjusted the cartons, hiding myself further from view. Then, I saw Desai’s feet touch the floor but Meera remained on the bed.
There was a moment of quiet in the room, except for my tired heartbeats. Then I heard Desai's voice. "Meera. What’s wrong?"
His voice was marked with concern. “Why are you so nervous?”
"I’m hurt.” Meera whispered. “And hit with reality. I’ve cheated on him, haven’t I?" Her voice was suddenly heavy as if she remembered something.
"Why do you think that way now?" Desai's voice was light, as he added, "What’s new about this?"
Of course, from Meera's point of view, it was a first for her, this level of betrayal. But from Desai's point of view, they had already slept together behind my back twice.
"You know, one reason that I came here is to feel… free. It feels suffocating to think of always being watched, always feeling like I couldn’t breathe without Krish knowing," Meera said.
"And did you?"
"For a moment, yes. But now..."
Desai let the silence linger before speaking again. "If this is so painful for you, why not leave him? Why stay?"
Meera's reply was quick, before Desai's suggestion could baffle me. "Because I love him," her voice was filled with emotion. "Maybe I should confess to him after this. I don’t know."
Desai fell silent for a second and then spoke, "I’ve been telling you this from the start. You should. You know, Meera, I’m sure if Krish knew we wanted to meet, he would have helped us. He wouldn’t have stood in the way.”
“Then why does it feel so wrong?”
“Because you’re hiding it.” Desai said simply. “We’re creating tensions for no reason. Krish isn’t the man who would fall apart over this. You know that.”
“Yeah, he isn’t. He’s different.” Meera's voice was low. “But so am I,” she went on. "You know, our meeting – whether it’s here or anywhere else – it’s always been a gift from him. I can’t explain it, but I know he knows about us. He’s too smart not to."
I felt Meera was on the verge of confessing to Desai that their previous trysts were not hidden from me. I didn’t want her to reveal too much, to be honest. But I had no say in their conversation.
"That’s unrealistic, Meera. You’re romanticizing something that doesn’t exist. How can he know about this? Or the previous times?"
"I don’t know how, Susheel. But I feel it. Krish always knows. He’s smarter than you think."
"And me? Do you not see me at all? Is this all about Krish?"
"I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t attracted to you, Desai," she admitted, her words piercing my heart like a sharp knife, before she spoke further, "But it’s complicated. You’re not him, and you never will be. No need to compare."
Desai let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Complicated, of course."
Meera sounded pleading after a moment. "I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. But I needed this – I needed you – to remind me of what I was missing and what I still have."
Desai leaned closer, his voice gentle. "Meera," he said while sitting back on the bed next to her, "you’re overthinking everything. You’ve been holding so much inside – it’s no wonder you feel like this."
She sighed. "I don’t know what I’m doing anymore," she murmured. "I feel like I’ve lost control of everything."
From the soft sounds, I could sense he was putting his arm around her, offering comfort. "You haven’t lost control," he said softly. "You’re just scared. You’ve spent so much time living for Krish – worrying about what he sees, what he thinks, what he might do. You need to remember what it’s like to live for yourself."
"And what if I don’t know how to do that anymore?" Meera's voice was softer. She was melting.
"Then let someone else remind you," he said, his voice low but warm.
"I hate feeling this way," she whispered. "I hate what I’ve done, what I’ve become."
Desai stroked her hair, his touch soothing. "You’re not a bad person, Meera," he murmured. "You’re just human. Flawed, complicated, and trying to make sense of it all. Just like the rest of us. You deserve to feel better," Desai said, and went on after a pause, "so stop punishing yourself for wanting more."
There was silence after that. Meera said nothing. And Desai was probably waiting for her to say something – or he was waiting for his words to sink in. I hated the silence more than anything he had said, for I feared he was making space in her heart for him.
 
After a few minutes that dragged me further into dread, Meera suddenly spoke.
“I feel tired. And hungry,” she said.
“We’ll get something online,” Desai replied. I heard Meera's silent gasps for a while. I thought Desai was busy making the food order on his phone. They were surely not planning to depart soon. I didn’t know about Desai's return trip plan. Though I thought Meera might rush back to her office.


After some time, I heard the sound of Meera getting up from the bed. Soon, her feet touched the floor.
"I hope it doesn’t get spoiled," Meera said, her voice filled with concern. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was referring to.
"Your dress is silky, no wrinkles at all. It’s perfect," Desai replied, a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Yeah, I guess. You know, I chose this one because I knew what would happen here," she said casually. She seemed moved on from her emotionally charged state of mind.
“Clever choice,” Desai said.
Meera stood up slowly, and my eyes instinctively followed the movements of her feet. “I’ll take a wash,” she said, turning toward the attached washroom.
Desai grabbed his pants, and I noticed he picked up Meera's panties as well. "Why not take a shower, baby?" he suggested. "Together."
Meera paused, turning back toward him. “Give me that first,” she demanded.
"Tell me," Desai asked, stepping closer.
"What?”
“Shower.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t do my hair here after the shower. I don’t have anything to fix it with.”
“Leave the hair. Let’s just do a body wash,” Desai said, trying to persuade her.
“Susheel! Give me my panties first,” Meera insisted.
Desai stepped closer, their feet nearly touching, and in the next moment, I heard them kissing. The kiss was broken as Meera said, “You’re crazy. Take your shirt off first.”
"Okay, sure," Desai agreed.
I watched their feet moving around as Desai convinced Meera to remove her dress, and he, too, took off his shirt, tossing it onto the bed. One of its sleeves hung from the edge, and I could soon see part of Meera’s dress too hanging off it. I couldn’t help but think about the thoughts running through Meera’s mind as she prepared to undress completely, agreeing to shower with him.
 
They were both naked, except for her bra. And just as I thought about her bra, I heard something fall onto the bed – easily guessing that it was her bra.
Desai took a moment to admire her body, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said as if he was seeing her naked for the first time, “every part of you, it's perfect.”
“I can’t believe I’m not feeling shy in front of you,” Meera said.
“It’s because you’re starting to feel like you are mine,” Desai stepped closer again, and I felt he was going to take her into his arms again. I heard him add, “And I love it.”
I heard a giggle from Meera, “Maybe.”
I couldn’t help but feel a sickness rise in my stomach. I felt my arousal giving way to stronger emotions, jealousy, anger and a sense of betrayal. They were more intense than before. Though I couldn’t see Meera and Desai, their voice was enough to make me feel like an outsider in my own life.
 
Meera continued, further boiling me with jealousy. “and you look even stronger without clothes. It’s like everything about you is just… powerful.”
Desai's reply came readily, “but you complete me.”
The intimacy and connection they shared seemed so effortless and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was losing everything. I watched their feet moving to the washroom and the silence that prevailed in the room quickly filled my mind also.
They closed the door but didn’t bother to see that it was left half open, a gesture that made me feel how free they were in this house. They were perhaps overjoyed by the thrill of finally getting a chance to be themselves, without any involvement from me. Soon, I heard the shower turn on, the water flowing, and them exchanging pleasure as they watched each other’s bodies get wet. Meera repeatedly asked him to be careful not to wet her hair. The sound of water stopped soon, but they did not come out. I became alert, waiting impatiently for their return to the room. Then, after close to ten minutes, I heard Meera’s giggle.
It was a soft giggle at first, but it soon turned into a moan. After that, I started hearing her moaning his name many times, and it took me a while to understand what was happening until Meera moaned, “Yes, baby, right there.”
They were at it again!
It took me only a few more seconds to realize that he was eating her pussy there.
The bits of expressions that fell out of the washroom soon helped me get a clear picture of the intensity of the tongue worship Meera was receiving.
"Mmm… So good..."
"I love this... Mmm… yes..."
"Oh my god, baby… right there..."
"Aaaah… just there… Mmm..."
"Baby… baby… slow there… Mmm… you’re killing me… Sush... Aaaahhh..."
Then, suddenly, her moans stopped for a few seconds before I heard Desai asking her, “Look at me, baby…”
A second later, I heard him again. “Remember this moment?”
“Yes.” Meera's voice was barely audible.
“Incredible, isn’t it? Life comes back to give us what we want. These moments make me believe you’ve always been in my destiny.”
“Have I been?”
“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have gotten the chance to live these moments again. Are you ready?”
“Mmm…” Meera's voice soon turned into a moan, and shortly after, I started hearing the sound of their bodies slamming into each other. I knew what had just happened – he was fucking her, yet again. The slamming sounded like his body hitting the fleshy part of hers, and I assumed he was taking her from behind. It was the sound of his hips hitting the back of her ass, probably because she was bent forward, clinging to the commode or washbasin.
The memory of an old night came flooding back – the night I had seen them in my bathroom before I fell while trying to watch them through the window. Just before I fell, I had seen Meera bending over the washbasin, with Desai entering her from behind, and Meera surrendering to the pleasure of complete submission to him. My fall to the ground had caused them to stop, denying them the chance to complete what they had to leave unfinished that night. Yet, after so long, they were here, reliving those moments. And this time, there was no one to stop them.
Surely, life had come back to give them what they wanted.
I couldn’t help but burn with jealousy as Desai used my wife’s body for his nonstop pleasure, ensuring she received the same level of satisfaction in return. Meera was perhaps already close to her orgasm from his tongue work. I heard her let out a suppressed scream as she reached the satisfying end of the session.
"Oh God, that was quick. What have you done to me, Susheel?" I heard Meera ask, after a few seconds.
"This is what my love for you does to you, baby." Desai said.
"I will die of pleasure if I live with you," Meera said.
Desai laughed. And I wondered if she was already picturing herself living with him. I thought about how she might process the immense pleasure she could experience if she left me and settled down with him. The thought felt undeniably cruel.
I heard the water running again, and when it stopped, I heard Meera asking for the towel.
"There’s no towel in this house!" I heard her exclaim.
“Wait,” Desai replied, emerging from the washroom. As he reached the middle of the room, I was able to see him properly as I was lying close to the outer edge of bed, though still hidden behind the wall of cartons. I noticed Desai’s body still glistening, water dripping everywhere. He proceeded to the hall, leaving wet footprints on the floor as he walked. Moments later, he returned with a small white towel, presumably from his travel bag.
As he entered the room, my eyes couldn’t help but focus on his fully naked body – his heavily built frame, muscular thighs, and, of course, his manhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, still very much erect, just after gifting my wife her second orgasm in the bathroom. It was a bold display of his masculinity – not because there was nothing to conceal, but because it was a statement of his authority, as if he had every right to present himself however he pleased. He was like a lion in the jungle, and I was hiding, stripped of any sense of identity. For a moment, I wondered where all of this was heading. I didn’t know. I certainly didn’t know.
 
Desai disappeared back into the washroom, this time closing the door casually, cutting me off from hearing their conversation. Five minutes later, they both returned to the room. I saw their feet only, and quickly assumed they were both naked.
"I'm feeling cold," Meera said immediately. "I need a shirt."
"You can have mine," Desai offered, grabbing his shirt from the bed and handing it to her.
"Are you sure? Do you have a spare one?"
"Yes," Desai assured her, and I watched him walk toward the couch, the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He sat down and got busy on his phone, as if attending to something important.
Meera stood by the bed and wore Desai's shirt, and then joined him on the couch.
"Do you have water, Susheel?" she asked.
I noticed the shirt she wore – a cream one with floral designs scattered across it. It was very loose on her, barely covering her thighs. The sight of her creamy legs, coupled with the knowledge that she wore nothing underneath, made her look hotter than ever.
And in those moments I spent a moment watching her face. It was for the first time since arriving at this house, I was seeing her face. And what I saw made my chest tighten. She looked happy, radiant, even her skin glowing softly, her lips slightly parted, and her expression utterly serene. There wasn’t a trace of worry or guilt, only a deep, unshakable contentment. It was no mystery why; she was gifted the pleasure of orgasm twice in just under an hour, leaving her with every reason to feel fulfilled. Her married pussy might have been completely satisfied, her body enthralled in ways that left no room for longing. As I looked on, observing the peace on her face, I felt the sharp sting of envy and despair, knowing that the joy she radiated came from someone else, not me.
 
Desai quickly volunteered to bring a water bottle from the hall. I watched as Meera took it, drank deeply, and handed it back to him. The simple act made me aware of my own thirst, even though I knew there was no way to quench it.
They shared the water and soon settled on the couch, sitting at opposite ends of the three-seater. For a brief moment, they stared at each other before bursting into laughter. At first, I couldn’t understand the joke. Then it struck me – they were laughing at themselves, at the urgency and energy they had shown in their desire for each other since arriving here.
"You made order for lunch, didn’t you?" Meera asked.
Desai nodded.
"How do you know the address?"
"Alpine Heights! It's popular, baby. I'm sure it's worth two crores now," he replied, setting his phone down and looking at her.
"Two crores? You’re kidding!"
Meera smiled, turning toward him as she shifted her folded left leg on the sofa, adjusting her shirt to cover the gap between her legs. But in doing so, she exposed more of her thighs – something she clearly didn’t mind.
"No, baby. It’s in the news," Desai said.
"What’s in the news? My apartment has a two-crore price tag?"
"No, I mean the craze about this place. The rest is my guess, which often turns out to be true."
"Yeah, I have no doubt about your guessing skills," Meera teased with another smile.
Desai suddenly leaned toward her, gently pulling her collar aside to inspect the bare skin beneath.
"Is that a hickey? I didn’t do it,” he remarked.
Meera tilted her head slightly to glance at it and smiled.
"Oh, it’s not you. It’s Krish."
"Wednesday?"
"No, last night," Meera replied, her smile tinged with a pang of shyness.
"You said…" Desai gave her a soft look.
"No, last night I just... He wanted it, but we only did some oral," Meera admitted softly.
Desai smirked, shaking his head. "He gave you tongue?" he asked with a teasing tone.
"No, only me. But he kissed,"
"Must have been desperate for it. Why didn’t you have sex then? Were you saving your energy for me?"
Meera laughed, her amusement delaying her response. Then she spoke, her tone playful yet honest.
"I knew you wouldn’t mind if I came directly from his bed. But yes, I didn’t do it last night because I was excited about today."
"Did you miss me?" Desai asked, his gaze locking onto hers.
Meera bit her lips, staring at him for a long moment, as if deciding whether to laugh it off or speak the truth. She chose the latter.
"In the morning," she said slowly, her voice soft. Her eyes remained fixed on his for a few seconds before she added, "I really missed you when I woke up."
Her words pierced through my heart as I thought of that morning. We had been in bed together, yet little did I know my wife had been longing for Desai. The betrayal cut deeper than I could have imagined. These were the moments that already made me wonder if this was the beginning of the end of our marriage.
I felt as though I was on the verge of hearing my wife commit to his love before their date came to an end.
 
The way she was smiling at him made me think she was inviting him closer, and the way he was looking at her made me think he would soon jump on her.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
 
"The food!" Meera exclaimed, and they looked at each other with a playful, suggestive gesture, silently debating who would attend to the door.
"You go," Desai said.
"Like this?" Meera laughed, pointing at herself, knowing he was teasing.
"Yeah," Desai replied with a smirk as he got up from the bed.
"I hope it’s not a girl," he quipped, walking out to the main door to collect the food delivery, with just the towel around his waist.
Meera got up and followed him to the hall. I couldn’t help but imagine the delivery guy seeing them together like this, in their current attire. The thought of a stranger becoming aware of to their intimacy unsettled me even further. One by one, more people would know. Until, eventually, the whole world would see them as a couple.
 
Once Desai collected the delivery, they stayed there. For the next half an hour, I couldn’t see them as they ate their lunch in the hall. I didn’t feel hungry; I seemed deprived of such feelings.
I could hear them chatting like lovers during lunch. Though their words weren’t clear, the tone of their friendly banter made it evident they were enjoying each other’s company.
 
Meera’s phone rang in the room. The first time, it went unanswered as Meera stayed in the hall. When it rang again, she hurried back into the room to answer it. It was a call from her office, demanding a quick discussion that lasted about ten minutes. As Meera sat on the couch, busy on the phone, my eyes again fell on her creamy thighs.
 
Desai returned to the room soon and settled next to Meera on the sofa. As he sat down, she leaned closer and wiped one of her palms with his towel. Desai helped by wiping the wetness with the towel, and Meera quickly switched the phone to her other hand, offering the one she had just used for him to wipe as well. The silent communication and the unspoken understanding between them made me realize how closely their hearts were beating together. Meera smiled at him after her hands were wiped and then leaned against him, still talking on the phone. Desai wrapped his right arm around her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, near her ear. And he squeezed her shoulder gently with his hand, silently gesturing for her to continue without worrying about him.
I couldn’t help but sigh silently. Watching them behave so naturally and comfortably with each other made them seem like a perfectly matched couple. They were enviably at ease, as though they had no doubts or apprehensions about how to behave or what to seek from one another. They seemed to know each other inside out, and their pride in this understanding was evident.
Their bond threatened me more than their physical intimacy ever could. In fact, witnessing them have sex had already lost its shock value. But seeing them interact like this, developing a smooth camaraderie off the bed, was now giving me a new sense of horror.
It was exactly what I had come to find out, and I was finding out.


Chapter to be continued...