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

[sarit11]

Two weeks passed and I got a call from Sunny. He said he was coming for the money. I agreed upon to ready the cash on Saturday.
But then I freaked out.
Saturday, I'll be home. Meera will be home. What if he gets rude and misbehave with me in front of Meera? The fact that Meera is my wife will only tempt him to humiliate me.
But what if I stay away and let Meera face him? That idea simply gave way to another idea. I felt an instant hard on.
A part of me wanted nothing bad should happen against my love life. But my body was seducing my mind.
My eyes wanted to watch Meera with Sunny. My ears wanted to hear them talk.

Saturday morning I told Meera that I had to leave for work and would comeback afternoon only. I told her that my rich friend Mr.Sunny might come, and if he does, she should hand over the cash bag. I left just before she goes to shower and drove away.
I parked the car a few turns away and rushed to home. I entered through the front door carefully after hiding my shoes in the garden. Meera was still inside the bathroom.
Without wasting a moment, I quickly crawled under the bed.
I put mobile in flight mode and waited.
But it was a tough task. Meera finished her bath and I watched her feet moving around. She did some household tasks quickly, arranging things here and there, and then started watching TV.
Three hours passed like three days and Sunny didn't come. I realised it was a bad idea but since she Meera was sitting in the living room or cooking in the kitchen, I could not leave.
I had become dozy. I knew if I stay there, I would end up sleeping and would eventually get caught if I snore.
By then I had also come to a conclusion that Sunny might have cancelled his plan. May be he was caught again by security officer, I thought at that moment. When I saw Meera going to washroom, I quickly crawled out of hiding. I silently walked out, from my room, from my house, to the car. I drove away without thinking of a destination.
Since I hadn't had lunch that I was tired. I thought I would return to home and have lunch. That's when I spotted, actually he spotted me, Mr. Shekhar at a traffic signal. He gestured me that he wants to talk.
I found a parking and waited for him. He came and asked if I'm busy. He wanted to have a discussion with me. He too hadn't had lunch and he took me to a restaurant.
He wanted to talk about Meera. He wanted her to leave her current job for one that he had found with a better profile. He had talked to Meera about it but she wasn't as enthusiastic as he was about it. She sited various reasons to him, and refused to consider the offer.
I thought if Meera wasn't convinced, then there must be a reason for it. I asked what makes this one better than the other one. He gave me a detailed report that included the pros that he saw and the cons she saw.
Actually that job was the same except for the pay. It was a couple of thousands higher. Otherwise it was all about the companies. Mr. Shekhar had apparently found better options with this new one and he had made the change. But what he missed there was a person who would provide him with plenty of support. The support he was used to enjoy from Meera. He had access to place anyone in that chair but Meera was his best bet.
The food had arrived. It has a long menu, and it took long for us to finish it. And our discussion was even longer.
So Mr. Shekhar wanted me to discuss this with her. Obviously I was impressed with whatever he had told me, mainly because of the monitory benefit. I promised him what he sought from me.
He dropped me back at where I had parked my car and left.
While I was driving home I wondered what might have prompted Meera to decline it. I couldn't find a reason.
It was quarter past five when I reached home. I thought I would discuss about the offer straightaway but she dropped a bomb immediately. Sunny had come at noon and she gave him the money!

"At noon? At what time?"

I asked out of sudden impulse and quickly regretted it.
She looked at me like why the timing is so important. I felt a need to explain it.

"I mean, I had left the workplace before noon and was to reach here by noon. But I met Mr. Shekhar and got late."

"Oh really, you spent the whole time with him?"

She seemed keen to know about what I did at work and all that day, and she didn't look original. Maybe I was imagining that because I was doubting her. I even checked the bed. It was intact. She later said Sunny had coffee with her. She mentioned he sat in the couch and appreciated our wall decor.
I wanted to know what did he talk. What else did you do together.
And I wanted to ask if he was as good as Mohan. But I couldn't.
I still don't know if Sunny had made it that day. Yet I strongly believed that it had happened. The night that followed had even more to strengthen my doubts.
She was eager to take me to bed in the night. She wanted to dominate me like the other day. She took all my clothes off but didn't take a single clothe off her for the entire night, though I begged for it. I wanted her to remove her printed designer top and gift me with what she's hiding inside her white bra. But she gifted me only those beautiful eyes.
"You want me? You want my tits? You want my lips? You want my kiss? You want your Meera?"
She kept asking and I kept nodding yes, yes, yes.
But she gave me none. She climbed on top of me and consumed me in her pussy. I was elevated to another world as she began to ride me. In that world , that wasn't night but noon. It wasn't me but Sunny she was riding in that bed. I didn't envy him, because I had become him. I wished if she mistakenly pronounce me Sunny. Each time she whispered krish, my baby, I heard it Sunny, my baby. Then she asked me if I wanted her juice.

I knew what's coming. And at the moment, I wanted it. I opened my mouth and nodded yes. I saw plain saliva drooling from her lips. I raised my head in anticipation and consumed it even before it left her lips. She kept rocking me with her hip and spat into my mouth many more times. I swallowed it all like an essential until she made me cum harder like no other nights. I panted like I've just finished a marathon.
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I almost believed that she had sex with Sunny on that day. But the very next morning I found possibilities of truth to be otherwise. Meera was sexually aroused by night. What if she had rejected Sunny's advances even though she was turned on by them then or later? What if she wanted it but Sunny was too busy? What if both of them wanted it happen but she was too scared of my untimely return because it was Saturday? What if Sunny was expecting me and came with no mood?
Two people sitting together doesn't mean they'll necessarily end up in bed. There can be a hundred reasons for them to save the day. May be they might have thought they'll make it another day. Perhaps they might have even discussed about a safe place. Who knows?
Though I had these all possibilities in my mind, I preferred to believe that they had sex in my own bed that day.
They had a furious fucking session on par with what Mohan had a month ago. That's it.
Next morning I woke up with these ideas and I was hard in my shorts. I tried to contain it peacefully at first, only in vain, and I ended up shaking myself in the bathroom.
Not once. Many, many times.