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

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Two weeks were gone since Meera had moved to the new firm. Mr. Shekhar invited us for a lunch at his home.

Meera wore a cream saree and she looked pretty and adorable. She had chosen a perfect look for a family lunch.


Though we had been getting closer to Mr. Shekhar for more than a few months, it was the first time we were seeing his home as well as family. He lived in a lavish bungalow that suited his reverence. He and his wife Sheelu greeted us at his doorstep. It was our first meeting with Sheelu. She was impressed with my charming wife. When she mentioned these pleasantries to me, it suddenly pushed me a few days back, yet again.
I couldn't extricate myself from the guilt of cheating on Meera. I was being tortured.

Sheelu was quite a lady. She was also wearing a saree to the occasion and though she was forty something, she looked in her thirties. She owned a spa in the city and she asked Meera to visit it when time allows.

Mr. Shekhar had only things to praise wife. At a point I even felt if he would offend his wife. But nothing of that sort happened.
We had lunch and left.
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Few days later, Mr. Shekhar called up Meera again to invite us to his home, this time for dinner. She was surprised and he said this time he wants her to wear the dress he had gifted her.
Though Meera had mentioned about the dress being so revealing, I hadn't seen it yet.
So I too encouraged her to wear it.
Then she wore it.

And that one was stunning. She was real, and the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life.
On the way she revealed one thing.

"Sheelu is not going to be there."

"What?"

I asked.

"He told me."

She seemed innocent when she said that. But I doubted whether the dress is for me or Mr. Shekhar.
For me or for Mr. Shekhar? I had to see.

Mr. Shekhar was alone at his big bungalow. But he had made some efforts for the occasion. As my eyes were wandering through the arrangements he had made for us, his were stuck to my wife.

"There may be women in this world with more beauty and charm, but for me, Meera, you're the most beautiful that I've ever seen in my life."

He flattered her, running his palm over her sleeveless upper arm.
I wondered myself that those were the same thoughts that crossed my mind when I saw her, but now he has just articulated it to make her blush. He knew how to impress.
He walked us to drawing room where he had set up for the night.
Scotch. Whisky. Vodka. Wine. Snacks. Flowers. Lights. Dim lights. Everything.
Meera chose vodka over wine. I could foresee what's coming.

"Krish, you may be wondering why this party now."

Mr. Shekhar began to talk as he poured into glasses.

"Well Meera is now with me, I mean my side in the business and now I have an upper hand in to the firm, which I've been desperately looking for. This week, with what she'd done for me in the office, I feel like I've made one of my best decisions in recent times. Krish I wanted to reward your wife, but it's not appropriate to do that in front of her colleagues. So I thought I should do this in your presence since none of this would have been possible without your support.."

He pulled out an envelope from his pocket.
Meera was surprised.

"Nooo...."

She wanted to refuse it, but he pressed her so much that she had to take his 'token of love'.
Then he toasted the glasses for us.
Soon we were partying. Drinking. Talking. Laughing. Teasing..
Most of the talk were centred around Meera, as usual.

Though Meera sat opposite to him, she was feasting us both alike with her alluring looks. She often ran her hand around her ear, tucking strands of her hair and her glowing skin emanated an enticing fragrance.


He played music at a low volume and switched to the dim light after a few rounds.
I was watching his moves in a covert manner. He was bringing up the ambience.
He revealed the reason for Sheelu's absence that he wanted to create this ambience for us. He wanted us to feel home and enjoy the way we wanted. He wanted us to dance and wanted to watch us.
Meera commented,
"If we're gonna repeat our last party, it's gonna be Krish who's gonna enjoy watching."

It hurts when she speaks with such honesty.
Mr. Shekhar smiled. It seemed like he was waiting for the subject to begin.

"Yeah, that's true. That night was so fun, we both had left him so high."

Meera joined him quickly.

"Absolutely."

I tried hard to hide my embarrassment. But as a matter of the fact, I was getting hard.
Then he asked what happened after he left that night.

"Don't ask, it was a tragedy."

Meera said.

"What? Oh no!"

He was surprised to death. I was choked to death. At least I imagined my death in humiliation.
Meera didn't stop there.

"Yeah, you know, he was too drunk for anything.."

"Not only me she too!" I interrupted in order to regain lost pride, desperately.

Mr. Shekhar ignored me and promptly announced that he is not going to let us leave in that night. He said we can sleep in his bungalow, in any room we choose. That was very generous. Meera opposed it more than me, but only in vain.
At last, we agreed.
It turned out a blessing in disguise. Because didn't have the tension of driving drunk, and we could drink more. We could enjoy more.
He upped the music soon, toasted again.

"Your time young couple!"

I was pathetic on the floor, I knew. So I didn't want to dance. But I had the energy to try.
Meera clung on to my shoulder and we danced to the melody. It wasn't a dance. I return to my couch even before finishing the first song and grabbed my glass.

"I can't do this."

I accepted my defeat and emptied my glass to pour another.

"Oh that's bad. That's it?"

Shekhar looked at me. I gestured now it's your turn. He refused.

"No, it's too early, I'll dance later."

According to him he wasn't as drunk as me, but in my eyes we were the same.
Meera walked up to the men and emptied her glass too. She put the glass next to the vodka bottle and looked at me, asking with her eyes to refill it. Then she turned to Shekhar and grabbed his empty glass to give it to me.

"Come, Shekhar. Dance with me."

She turned to him again. Without saying a word he followed her command.
The quick rounds of drinks had pared the dim lights further down in my eyes. But there was no way it could stop me see what was going right in front of me.
There was Meera. There was Mr. Shekhar.
There was no crowd to interrupt them like in a pub. I was merely a spectator.
I watched Meera quickly being charmed into his steps. It seemed Mr. Shekhar possessed only those moves that pulls his partner as closest as possible. She clung onto his body like she had done to me but this time it was well appreciated as Shekhar had his both hands on her hip. He was feeling her love handles up slowly with the moves, in tune to the romantic song.
I had been hard in my tight pants since I stepped in to this house. And it was now aching. I had been carrying the pressure of dry weeks. When they came back to the couch, I was deep in thought of hour how to handle myself.
They picked up their glasses and Shekhar asked me if I've not accidentally exchanged their glasses.
Meera burst into a laugh. I don't remember if I laughed or not.
Shekhar sipped his glass once and shook his head.
"Mmm... No. No added sugar. It's mine."

Meera kept giggling and asked if he wants some sugar. He said he's fan of sugar. She extended her glass to his lips and he took a sip.

"Mmm... Wow!"

Both were laughing. Flirting right in front of me. Yet I was not seeing it.
I cut the foreplay and asked him where is the washroom. He gestured with his eyes to the hall.

"To the right."

He said.
I got up and quickly walked to the hall. To the right I saw a bead curtain and it's coral shells and glasses or I don't know what, made a very audible yet natural sound when I hurried through it. There was a washroom. A spacious and luxurious one that made me stand and notice first.
When I reached the closet I felt a sudden laid back sense within me. It happens. The urge to slow down and relax when you've guaranteed access to something that you have been longing so hard.
As I pulled down my clothes and freed my dick to swing it in the air, only thing I aimed was to do it slowly. I knew my wife is drunk and alone with a man who clearly lusted after her which is not his fault, but at that moment I had the belief that they wouldn't try anything as long as they're unsure of my return. All they could do is to dance together and feel a bit of each other.
I sat down and worked my way as slow as possible, and in my mind I saw my wife being embraced and felt by Shekhar while dancing. But I was well past that pace and nothing was slow. In a matter of two minutes or so, I had reached the point of no return. At the peak moment of it, a vision of Meera lying in a bed with her legs apart and moaning flashed in my mind. In a second, I started emptying my balls into the water.

As I stepped out of the washroom, I heard the song from the drawing room. The volume was lower. They must be dancing, I thought.
When I was about to cross the bead curtain, I stopped. If I walk past this as normal, it would make noise and they'd hear.
I had an urge to peep at them and see what they're doing in my absence.
I avoided the bead curtain by walking around a number of pillars and large couches.
I stopped behind the door way to the drawing room and peeped through the dbang curtain.
They were dancing together, very slowly.
And they were so close. His hands were around her body. He wasn't just holding her but caressing her back. He was feeling her butt, with no objection at al!
My heart pumped and dick twitched at the same moment. Yet, that wasn't the moment of truth that told me what's happening, but the moment I saw their faces.
They were kissing! They were kissing nonstop. And with each passing second, she was melting into him. I saw his right hand pulling up her frock a bit and making its way to her softness. He parted his lips from hers for a moment, only to go after it vigorously.
I didn't know what I should do.
If I don't show up, will they make out right there?
I felt that's less probable.
The very next moment I saw what's possible, as Shekhar moved his left hand to her front. Towards her crotch, aiming for the big O.
She suddenly made a jump from his hand but not as strong as to stop him. She arced back he started rubbing down there. I saw his hand moving.I couldn't wait anymore. I had to interfere.
I walked back around the pillars and crossed the bead curtain, deliberately making a huge noise. When I entered the drawing room, I saw them dancing to the music like nothing has happened, with both of them barely touching each other.
But I could make out that both were still gasping for their breath.
After that they didn't try much to engage each other. I could see that I had killed the spark. A few more steps and they were back to the couch.
Meera sat with me. Mr. Shekhar sipped his glass once and excused himself to the washroom. The very next moment Meera jumped over me. Before I knew, her lips were on mine. She sat on my lap with both her knees at the either sides of me and kissed me noisily. The same lips that were fed to someone else a few moments ago. I was helpless at the hands of this woman.

"Baby... I love you."

She moaned and rubbed my face with her.
I heard the noise from bead curtain.
Mr. Shekhar was coming. But Meera made no effort to move. She merely turned her head to him.

"Whoa!"

He walked in, and exclaimed.
I tried to smile, to hide my embarrassment.

"Don't mind, Shekhar."

Meera said casually before moving her ass off me.

"No, it's okay. Carry on, feel yourself home Meera."

Shekhar said.

"No, it's just infatuation."

She grabbed her glass and finished it in a swig.
We did one last round, and had a light dinner. By the time we walked into our bedroom, I was too exhausted to even stand. I felled myself on the bed. Meera went to washroom and I didn't care if she returned.
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