Adultery Knowing my wife, knowing me as well - 1 by Krish_999 ( Completed )

[sarit11]

Chapter 5.
Drenched in sheer panic, I quit the group and called her mobile and it was switched off.

I quickly dragged Sam away from the party and told him the truth. He too had heard of Mr. Thomas. Sam commented if it's Mr. Thomas who's given her a lift, then there should not be any doubt about his intentions. He'll take the girl tonight.

I wanted to stop it. But neither I nor Sam did have any clue about the place he might have taken her to.
But I had a distant hope that Meera wouldn't go any place other than our own house.
Sam also agreed the first place we should try should be my home.
We rushed to my home. He drove my car and I sat with impatience and panic running through my veins. He advised me not to resort to any extreme steps.

"If anything goes wrong, it's not Meera's fault but your fault, and more than that, it's due to the undeniable charm of Mr. Thomas! I think my wife Ananya would equally be unable to resist Mr. Thomas if he puts his eyes on her."

He went on to say. Only a good thing Sam could say about Mr. Thomas was that he's a man of one night stands. He would never go after a lady already taken by him, even if she wants it. I constantly felt that his words are only meant to soothe my mind, and it did nothing of that sort either.
Sam kept trying to calm me.

We took more than forty-five minutes to reach home. He stopped the car at a distance and turned to me before unlocking my door. He cautioned me to keep calm.
If he's in, he must have already done the damage by now, and it's better not to make a scene here.
I somehow realized and agreed with him.

We approached my house by walk and I saw his Skoda on the porch!

Yes. He was in!

I took a moment to let that truth sink in.
My wife, my Meera, has been taken.
Taken by another man.
Sam stopped me from walking further.

"Do you want to make a scene?"

I stopped there. I didn't want to make a scene.
What now?
We waited. Each minute passed like an hour. I doubted if I'm doing the right thing by standing there. Actually what I was doing? I was waiting for a man to finish fucking my wife and leave. Each time I thought of her, an unknown feeling ignited in my stomach and it moved upward to my head. I kicked on the bricks that I found on the ground.
I wasn't even looking to my home and it was Sam who spotted Mr. Thomas coming out.
There I saw a man stepping out of my home. A man, who stole the complete access to the most valuable vault that I possessed, and yet managed to walk free like the sole owner of it. I stood there watching him drive away.
The door was closed. I couldn't see any sign of Meera even though I looked for it.
Sam asked me if he needs to accompany me. He was fearing that I might make a bad move when I see my wife.
I said that's not necessary.
Sam left after subjecting me ten minutes of more preaching.
I then walked slowly to my house. I walked a loser, like a man who's just got fired from his dream job.
While I stood in front of the door I thought about my previous days. I have imagined Meera having sex with Sunny and Shekhar a lot of times. It used to give me hard on but now my dick was dead like someone had beaten it to death. I suddenly realized that there's a huge difference between reality and imaginations. I wasn't prepared for this reality.

I opened the door using the spare key and got in. Meera was in the shower. The washing machine was on. Bedsheets were new. Nothing specific was there to prove what has just happened, yet everything was written all over the place. Loud and clear. My wife has just been fucked by another man. She has just spread her those milky legs and has just felt how it would be to receive it from someone else than her husband. He might have kissed her. Tasted her lips. All of her.
I sat on the bed like my first time ever in a bed. I felt it softer than I ever felt.
I felt pity for me.
I felt pity for Mr. Shekhar.
I felt pity for Sunny.

When Meera finished her bath, I was lying on the bed. I didn't want to face her and I faked sleeping.
I heard her asking me if I've slept. I didn't reply though I wanted to say I was dead.
I still don't know if I had slept that night.
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