06-11-2018, 07:33 PM
Chapter 2.
Those were the days I had literally stopped looking for a job because it wasn't available. I had knocked enough doors and I had almost quit. That's when I met Mr. Shekhar. He was a man who's at the better side of his fifties. Meera spoke very high of him. He was a trusted client for the firm she worked for. In a party I met him and he was quite charming. I thought I should invite this man to my home for a dinner. I suggested the idea to Meera and she was happy. To be honest, I had nothing in my mind. I always considered him to be an old man and I was sincerely respectful.
Mr. Shekhar agreed for a Saturday and he came with a bottle of wine. He was sincerely friendly to us both. He was very grateful for the efforts we had put up for the dinner.
I soon found out that Mr. Shekhar was a real admirer of my wife's beauty. Meera was wearing an open light pink jacket. Shekhar held nothing back to appreciate her. Right there in front of me, he gazed into her eyes and said, "That's a beautiful dress, and you're incredibly beautiful."
The dress she was wearing was one of my favourites, as it always matched her pinkish cheeks and soft looking lips, but at that very moment I recalled a fact that I had never told her anything about it. It hence had a greater impact on me as well as Meera when he went on to say,
"You are really attractive, Meera, a really stunning beauty".
It was really flattering.
In the end, it was enough for me to lighten up my imaginations. Next day I found myself thinking of Mr. Shekhar in place of Sunny. I found it very impractical to have an old man like him seduce my young wife to bed and that's what made me consider this harmless. I imagined him kissing her on the lips. I imagined Meera sitting in his lap in a chair, facing him and kissing him. Obviously, I ended up masturbating to these thoughts.
I invited Mr. Shekhar again, for dinner on the week followed. He came with a gift for her. A floral sleeveless gown. Both Meera and I were impressed. Out of pure happiness and surprise, she hugged him. Sat next to him on the couch while drinking and I soon found hardness in my pants. I innocently wished if she moved closer to him. I walked to kitchen many times to leave them alone, and delayed my return each time. Once I even handed her our laptop to show him the pics we took when we had travelled to Kolkata last year, and thereby getting them further closer. It worked. They were soon sitting shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing together. I walked to kitchen again and made a delayed comeback. To my pleasure, I found Mr. Shekhar's right hand was on her shoulder for a short period of time. I ignored it with pleasure and to keep the old man in control, I turned my attention toward the music system.
My mind worked even dirtier this moment. I
poured wine in their glasses and exchanged their glasses with each other. Once they sipped their glasses, I revealed that I thought I accidentally exchanged their glasses. Meera was embarrassed but I then played it cool saying it's all wine and let's keep going. Mr.Shekhar commented he had sensed the change in taste with some added sweetness. Meera, embarrassed even more, pinched his cheek in fun. His glass was up when she did it and it spilled some wine over his pants. I quickly offered a towel to her. She tried to use it but he politely stopped her. He took the towel from her and he wiped his lap himself. He didn't have anything his mind. But that was enough for me and I excused myself to the bathroom and wanked.
While I was masturbating, I even wished if the old man showed some courage to kiss her. But in my mind there was also a want that Meera should never feel it the same way. I came in no real time. But that was all for the night. When I came out, Meera was arranging food on the table for dinner. We had the dinner and he left soon.
That night I commented how attracted he seemed towards her, and he might want to take her out on a dinner. She said she too thought the same about him and revealed that he had suggested taking her out on a dinner by himself. He also had told her that he felt like her husband might want her to spend time with him.
I replied with a 'what?' to that, though I was feeling inside that I was on the right path. I just wanted to speak to her about how other men are lusting after her.
I then confessed her that I have a soft corner for the old man to which she quickly corrected that he's not an old man.
I said he's more than twenty years older than her and that makes him an old man to her. She didn't agree and argued that she considers him still young because of the way he talks and maintains himself. She gave me hints that he was flirting with her but at the same time she refused to talk more about it.
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Those were the days I had literally stopped looking for a job because it wasn't available. I had knocked enough doors and I had almost quit. That's when I met Mr. Shekhar. He was a man who's at the better side of his fifties. Meera spoke very high of him. He was a trusted client for the firm she worked for. In a party I met him and he was quite charming. I thought I should invite this man to my home for a dinner. I suggested the idea to Meera and she was happy. To be honest, I had nothing in my mind. I always considered him to be an old man and I was sincerely respectful.
Mr. Shekhar agreed for a Saturday and he came with a bottle of wine. He was sincerely friendly to us both. He was very grateful for the efforts we had put up for the dinner.
I soon found out that Mr. Shekhar was a real admirer of my wife's beauty. Meera was wearing an open light pink jacket. Shekhar held nothing back to appreciate her. Right there in front of me, he gazed into her eyes and said, "That's a beautiful dress, and you're incredibly beautiful."
The dress she was wearing was one of my favourites, as it always matched her pinkish cheeks and soft looking lips, but at that very moment I recalled a fact that I had never told her anything about it. It hence had a greater impact on me as well as Meera when he went on to say,
"You are really attractive, Meera, a really stunning beauty".
It was really flattering.
In the end, it was enough for me to lighten up my imaginations. Next day I found myself thinking of Mr. Shekhar in place of Sunny. I found it very impractical to have an old man like him seduce my young wife to bed and that's what made me consider this harmless. I imagined him kissing her on the lips. I imagined Meera sitting in his lap in a chair, facing him and kissing him. Obviously, I ended up masturbating to these thoughts.
I invited Mr. Shekhar again, for dinner on the week followed. He came with a gift for her. A floral sleeveless gown. Both Meera and I were impressed. Out of pure happiness and surprise, she hugged him. Sat next to him on the couch while drinking and I soon found hardness in my pants. I innocently wished if she moved closer to him. I walked to kitchen many times to leave them alone, and delayed my return each time. Once I even handed her our laptop to show him the pics we took when we had travelled to Kolkata last year, and thereby getting them further closer. It worked. They were soon sitting shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing together. I walked to kitchen again and made a delayed comeback. To my pleasure, I found Mr. Shekhar's right hand was on her shoulder for a short period of time. I ignored it with pleasure and to keep the old man in control, I turned my attention toward the music system.
My mind worked even dirtier this moment. I
poured wine in their glasses and exchanged their glasses with each other. Once they sipped their glasses, I revealed that I thought I accidentally exchanged their glasses. Meera was embarrassed but I then played it cool saying it's all wine and let's keep going. Mr.Shekhar commented he had sensed the change in taste with some added sweetness. Meera, embarrassed even more, pinched his cheek in fun. His glass was up when she did it and it spilled some wine over his pants. I quickly offered a towel to her. She tried to use it but he politely stopped her. He took the towel from her and he wiped his lap himself. He didn't have anything his mind. But that was enough for me and I excused myself to the bathroom and wanked.
While I was masturbating, I even wished if the old man showed some courage to kiss her. But in my mind there was also a want that Meera should never feel it the same way. I came in no real time. But that was all for the night. When I came out, Meera was arranging food on the table for dinner. We had the dinner and he left soon.
That night I commented how attracted he seemed towards her, and he might want to take her out on a dinner. She said she too thought the same about him and revealed that he had suggested taking her out on a dinner by himself. He also had told her that he felt like her husband might want her to spend time with him.
I replied with a 'what?' to that, though I was feeling inside that I was on the right path. I just wanted to speak to her about how other men are lusting after her.
I then confessed her that I have a soft corner for the old man to which she quickly corrected that he's not an old man.
I said he's more than twenty years older than her and that makes him an old man to her. She didn't agree and argued that she considers him still young because of the way he talks and maintains himself. She gave me hints that he was flirting with her but at the same time she refused to talk more about it.
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