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

[sarit11]

Two days later, I met Mohan at the bar and he quickly made it clear; today's drinks are on him. Once the drinks arrived, he dropped the bomb: That he made it! He had ultimate taste of the chick on the floor, just a day before.

I didn't believe it at first. I strongly thought he's lying. But it didn't matter anymore whether I believed it or not. Mohan shared it all as I sat like a student listening to the stories from his master.

It happened on the previous day. Monday is the day I leave late from work. That had nothing to do with it as according to Mohan Meera had left her office early at noon. Mohan had asked her out without naming the place which was his flat. She hesitated a bit on reaching there but she never stopped following him. She was wearing a purple T-shirt with light cotton pants, looking plump in parts and sexy in all.



Mohan opened a new bottle of wine as she sat in the couch. She made him promise that he won't push her for than two rounds. He kept his promise in every way as the date progressed.
After finishing her second glass she quit dunking, maintaining her two rounds only rule. She then walked around to see all his wall paintings. There were a lot of them. Among them, there was one that's quite an erotic one in which a nude girl was embraced by a man equally nude, hiding her front areas by his hands. It was when she was observing it closely, Mohan hugged her from behind and asked her if it was the pose. She laughed and talked, but never stopped him. She was in. He turned her to him and their lips met. There was no stopping since then, and he soon walked her to his bedroom.

"Oh man, she's such a joy!"
Mohan sighed and rubbed his crotch with left hand.
I was also itching to rub myself. I was hard.
Lucky bastard! I looked at him jealously.

Mohan went on to say she apparently wanted a good cock. A strong man. She had pure lust in her eyes when she held and put a condom on his fully erect penis. That's exactly he provided her. Her facial expressions were exactly the ones he had imagined as he pounded her harder. She moaned and screamed and when his dick hit the innermost of her love hole. She was the one to cum first and she let him know it by making a suppressed scream. He then bursted into the condom, while she hugged him tight and opened her mouth to kiss his. She offered him her tongue which he sucked along with her now swollen lips.

Later in the night, she texted him it was so good. But she also promised that please don't expect another one.
As I sat listening to him how he screwed my wife in a way that even I felt myself envying, I was slowly reaching to a conclusion. That my life isn't going to be the same. What I had messed with was the most delicate thing in my life. I had damaged it. I had lost control of the ship. I wasn't the captain, anymore.

But one thing that I could not understand even though I pondered over it for hours, and days.
Why, Meera?
Why did you do this? This wasn't something that happened accidentally. It was a deliberate incident. She wanted it happen. Mohan had been sure about it from the moment she had accepted to follow him. She was a woman who longed for a good fuck.
What does that mean? Am I not good enough?
Am I not a man?
I couldn't digest that. Because, if i weren't good enough, then what I was giving her every other night? What she was receiving from me when she was moaning in pleasure those nights? Was she faking it? I had heard about girls faking it to please their men but I couldn't believe my wife would do it to please me. It wasn't simply possible to be true in my life, I thought.
All hell was breaking loose in my mind.
My world had collapsed.
By the time I reached home I was pretty drunk.
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