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

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I stood there holding her jacket, watching them move their hips together, until the end of the song. I saw many boys ogling at her curves even though they were with their girls. By the time they finished and we exited the pub, I had started struggling with a rock inside my pants.
I was forced to take the driver seat again, as I feared Meera might find my hardness. A part of my mind wanted to show her that I'm turned on seeing her dancing with him, while another part of it questioned me what if she doesn't like it.
I sat alone like a real driver and drove. Mr. Shekhar and Meera sat together with their hand in hand like a real couple and chatted. It wasn't merely chatting. They were flirting with each other. If I share all those details here, the story won't end.
We reached home at midnight. She invited him inside. Saying that he'll leave soon, he came in. I took out a bottle of whisky and poured in two glasses. Meera brought a wine bottle and asked if it's okay that she's taking wine. He was quick to take away her glass saying no, no wine, young lady.

"We don't have vodka here."
She said.

He said he has. He went to his car and returned with a new bottle of vodka.
Soon we were drinking at the comfort of our own couch.
At that time there was a power cut. The lights went off, and battery powered lights, along with the decorative lights in the showcase lit up. It was just a few moments, and the power was back. Mr. Shekhar suggested that we've got some nice lights that can turn the living room to the right ambience of a pub. Meera said really? and she switched off the main lights and switched on all the decorative lights.
Mr. Shekhar was correct. We had the right kind of lights. Red lights from the sides, it was glowing like I had never noticed. Meera went a step further, as she switched on the stereo too.

"How's now?"

She asked him.

"I told you!"

He poured another round of drinks.
Meera asked me to shake legs with her.

"No!"
I quickly took my glass and began sipping it.
I suggested she can dance with Mr. Shekhar. He's better dancer.
He quickly got up and walked to her. It seemed he too wanted to dance. She removed her jacket and threw it to me and turned her complete attention to her man. He put his hands around her hip, and her hands on his chest. The dance was more intimate than what they had in the pub. I poured another drink before they finished that song.
I sensed my dick getting harder again yet I was completely relaxed. I saw Meera turning her back to him and still moving her hip in tune to the slow track. His hands were around her belly and as he stood that closer, I saw his hip rubbing on her butt. I was sure that he's as hard as me and it was visible that she had no problem with him rubbing it onto her.
I wanted to take out my dick and shake it hard. Though I had come to know that my wife was fucked my two men, or may be three men, it was the first time when I saw her sexually active with another man. And this sight, not only made me not angry but also made me enjoy a new feeling.
He said something in her ear. His lips were so close to her, and it looked like he's kissing her.
She looked at me and smiled.

"Are you enjoying our dance honey?"

"Mmm.. Yeah... Yeah!"

I stammered.
His hands now had made a firm grip around her belly. They were facing towards me.
He looked at me.

"What are you seeing, Krish? An old man with a young lady?"

Before I could reply, she turned her face to him and smiled. I doubted her lips touched his face.
"
No, not at all, Shekhar. I'm seeing a man with a girl."

"And what do you think of my girl?"

Meera kept grinning.

"She's very beautiful."

"That's all?"

"Mmm.. No, she's... Hot. Totally sexy."

Meera nodded her head and touched his face with her left hand without turning back.

"You like her?"

"Yes.. Yes I like her."

"You want to make love to her tonight?"

This time she turned her face to him and pinched his cheek. She said something that I couldn't grasp. I was awestruck with his question.

"Yes.. I want to."

"Okay. But only for one night, after that you'll return her to me. Promise me...."

"I promise... Only for tonight."

"And after that?"

"After that she's yours!"

She laughed high and pinched him hard.
He made a sound "ouch!"

Then he pushed her to me and she fell on my lap.

"Come on, don't waist time. It's already midnight!"

He said grabbing his glass and sat on the couch next to us.

"Are you going to make love to me? When he's watching?"

Meera asked me.

"I said yes, if he has no problem."

"Okay then"
She said and kissed me. On my lips. I hugged her and opened my mouth to consume all of her soft lips. We kissed like a teenage couple on their first date, and ended up giggling.

"Okay, I'll take her to bed once you leave."
I turned to Mr. Shekhar.

"That means I'll have to leave now."

He said with a smile.
We both said no, that's not what we meant.
He laughed, saying he's joking.

"You're damn fun, Mr. Shekhar."
Meera shook hands with him and sat on the couch, between us.
He finished his glass and announced its too late and time to leave. We both also, finished our drinks.
Before he got up, she said she has been thinking about his job proposal and she is ready to accept it.
Mr. Shekhar as well as me were surprised.

"Really?" He asked again.

"Yup!"

"Oh my goodness!"

I said "wow!"

Mr. Shekhar looked at me.

"Krish, your wife is really something. This is something that I feel celebrating. I want to kiss her, right now. May I?"

The way he asked was so timely that I forgot to hear it fully before I said, "oh yeah, sure."
Next thing I saw was my wife being pulled into him and his face pressing to hers. It was dim light, and her hair blocked my view, and I couldn't see how they were kissing. But they were were kissing. I mean he was kissing her. Two or three seconds. Then everything was back.
He thanked me for everything. Thanked her for everything. He thanked me for promising him to return her later. He thanked her for the kiss. And he left.
I turned to her and asked about the kiss.

"Kiss? It was...mmmmm...."

She paused a moment and climbed on to my lap.

"Taste it yourself!"

And she kissed me. Wild. Wet. Long.

"Fuck me now, krish!"

She said. I was hearing that word from her for the first time. But I didn't care at the moment.

"I can't hold any more Krish.."

She whispered and pulled up her camisole. I unhooked her bra quickly and she threw it away. I sucked around her tits. She rubbed my face between them and panted.
Soon I turned her on her back on the couch. She urged me to remove my pants. By the time I had removed it, she had thrown away her jeans and panty. Completely naked, she lay on her back and spread her legs.

"Fuck me now, Krish!" She demanded again.

As I slid my dick in to her pussy, I could see how wet she had become. My dick went in to it's maximum with a single push.
It was too slippery. Slurpy sound was audible as I moved my hip furiously onto her. She moaned my name a couple of times, and that's it. Without any warning, I shot my load and I moaned.

"Oh, no!"
She screamed.

But I was finished for the night. Though I tried to move my dick in and out a few times, I couldn't help it go limp.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

She kept saying as I got off her.

"Why did you let him go?"

She asked before getting up. I stood there like a boy failed in a class test. She grabbed her clothes and walked to the bedroom.


She looked at me as we both lay under the same blanket.

"Can you do it now, baby?"

She was desperate. I was helpless. She switched off the lights.
In the darkness, after sometime, I heard her asking.

"Can I masturbate, baby?"

I looked up into the darkness, and swallowed a nothing.

"Yes. It's okay."

"Thanks."

She moved the blanket some. At first I couldn't hear anything. After sometimes I slowly felt it. Some slow movements.
It increased over time. Then she started panting, in not so audible manner. Her hand were moving faster then and it peaked to a suppressed moan from her.
She had reached there and I found myself hard by then.
I was scared to tell her but then gathered some courage.
I hugged her and told her that I'm hard.
She suddenly pushed me away.

"What the hell? No!"

"Come on honey.. Please..."

"No. Now you shake yourself."

I lay without moving, without talking.
After a while she asked me to do it. I said, "It's okay. I'll sleep."

I suddenly felt her hand on my dick. I was still hard.

"Come on. Shake it, Krish."

This time her voice was much smooth.

"You watched me masturbate. Now you let me watch. Come on, it's okay."

She moved her hand up and down twice and left.
I gave in. I took it in hand and slowly started. Initially I felt like I'm spent already. But I had to do it. I closed my eyes, even though it was dark already. I wanted to see with my inner sight. There I saw Meera dancing with Shekhar. I saw her grinding her ass to his groin. I saw him caressing her belly and then her boobs. I then saw him moving his hip in sync to her movements as if he's pounding her from backside. I had gone too far. My hand peaked and I shot my load into the bed sheet.

"That was too quick, again."

I heard Meera giggling in the dark.
She then turned to me and hugged me tight.

"You want my juice, baby?"

She asked. I said yes. Have I ever told her no?
She kissed me first. And then asked me to open my mouth. I followed what is told.
She held my face with her palm and spat into my mouth. It was a bit forceful and it directly hit the back of my mouth.
I swallowed it quickly.

"Tasty?"

She asked and I said yes.
She touched my face and I opened my mouth again.
Again she spat.

"Drink it baby."

Again.

"Drink it Krish. It's my juice."

Again.

"Say you love my spit. And swallow it."

I did both.
Again.
Again and again. Until she felt enough for tonight.
We slept hugging tight.
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