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

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Chapter 7.
Next day when I met Mohan, he talked about meeting the old man's lady. He said his name is Mr. Shekhar and I replied I already knew his name. Then he said her name is Meera and they're not married but in a live-in relationship. At first, he told me everything Meera had already told me on the previous night and then went on to say things that Meera wouldn't even find in her distant dreams.

"Oh man, she is so fucking beautiful. When I was talking and looking at her face, you know, I could only imagine how she would moan in pleasure if I penetrate deep into her with my dick... on man, that fucking lucky bastard Shekhar! You know what a live-in relationship means? It means nothing but fuck buddies! Man, I bet she loves fucking!"

I grabbed on to the armrest of the wooden chair that I was sitting on and restricted myself from throwing and striking the whole chair on his head. The way he was talking about my wife instantly shot my blood pressure high. But I did nothing.


It didn't end there.
Next day after work Meera told me how the man she fooled the other day came to her help.
Her scooty had a starting trouble in the evening and Mr. Mohan spotted her in the mess. She hardly knows a thing about her scooty other than riding it. Mohan worked a bit on the scooty and it was okay.
Meera commented how good a man Mohan was. She even had given him her number.
I was surprised to hear Mohan be a good man. I remembered his words about her, and it ended in myself imagining how she would moan if he penetrated her with his dick.
That night I imagined myself as Mohan while I penetrated her with my dick and watched her face. It didn't have any such expressions that Mohan had told me. I later wondered if he could make any.

Next day I went to bar deliberately to meet Mohan and if possible, hear his view of the story.
Indeed, as I had guessed, he was a crooked mind. He told that he had himself tricked her scooty to cause a starting trouble.
As we sipped our drinks, he went on to give further details about how he impressed her and managed to get her phone number.
That night I wanted to test his comments again on her and see if there're any expressions but as I was drunk and Meera doesn't let me even touch her that way, meaning when I am drunk but she is not, I straightaway hit the washroom and wanked. I saw her moaning in pleasure in those moments. It was awesome.
In the days followed, I couldn't see Mohan as he had finished his work in my firm. He wasn't seen at the bar either. Meera too had nothing to share with me about him and my excitement peaked in those days because I began to feel Mohan not a threat anymore. I used to create wild imaginations about him and Meera. All of them ended on a familiar note: that Meera screaming out his name as in porn movies I've seen, and that I wanked myself to these thoughts in my washroom.

But after a week or so, Meera had news for me. It was when she was at a coffee shop sitting with Mr. Shekhar, she saw Mohan walking towards her. Meera was so embarrassed when he started talking to her that she stammered a bit in the beginning. However she managed to introduce Mohan to Shekhar and back by blurting out 'Mohan, this is Shekhar. And Shekhar, this is Mohan. He's a friend, he had helped me last week when my scooty had a problem'. Both the men had a brief chat before Mohan moved on.
Then Meera told Mr. Shekhar the truth. He laughed a lot hearing all the story. He said that's why he noticed a bit of jealousy in the young man's eyes. He also promised her to be at his best whenever he's with her in future because he had no idea when and where these type of men would bump into him.
Meera had a lot of fun explaining all these stories to me.
She met Mohan next day too while coming back from work.
Mohan was very funny this time. He wanted to talk about Mr. Shekhar. He said he doubted that her older man partner was showing her off. She at first acted being offended by his comment and warned him not to address Shekhar an old man. He was unfazed and maintained Mr. Shekhar was still a man who's showing her off because he's using a car while making his woman ride a bike.

"So what?" She asked.

"So that's because he wants the whole world to see his young and sexy wife.."

"No, it's my own choice to use the bike."
She replied quickly, ignoring the 'sexy wife' comment. And added,
"And he's not an old man for me, for he is very good at things he does for me."

Mohan was too dirty to say she must not forget there are things that a younger partner can easily outdo him at.
Meera told me how dare he was to say that. But her face betrayed her and I could see that she had fun hearing him say that.
That night she had chat messages from Mohan. He wanted to know if she has told her old man about the things she boasted him to be capable of.
She sent an angry face in reply and shared the fun with me. Mr. Mohan was seriously after her. But I wanted to add fuel to the fire. I urged her to shared it with Mr. Shekhar too.
She at first discarded the idea but later she took it up. She messaged a hi to Shekhar and after some earlier chats, she called him. Though I was watching TV, my complete attention was towards her as she talked and laughed over the phone for the next fifteen minutes.
Shekhar was even funnier. He said she's pushing the old man in himself out of the boundary and he's gonna hit the gym very next morning. He suggested that she must give him a fitting reply that her old man is in the shower and is preparing to give her everything that a young man could provide her.
The game was on and I watched it progress in real time.
She replied Mohan exactly what Shekhar suggested to her and she showed me his reply in two minutes.

It read like this: "Wow! Wow! Wow!"

I saw her chatting with him nonstop for the next ten minutes.

Next week she had a small birthday party at a colleague's home. She rarely wears saree and that day was one of those rare occasions. When she was coming back, Mohan bumped into her. He stepped out of his car only to check her out and he did it in a deliberate manner. He then confessed how jealous he is at Mr. Shekhar for owning this beauty all for him. He was completely in awe and full of praise for her.
I could see from her face how bewildered she was at that moment. I knew she was holding herself back to me and I kept asking for details. She let them go part by part.
He asked me if I'm made of milk.
What secret magic does that old man possess that help him own this beauty?
And he had asked her out!