06-11-2018, 08:41 PM
Next day she admitted that Mr. Shekhar is sexually attracted to her. She mentioned the way he was touching her body while dancing. She didn't mention the kiss.
At first I snubbed her allegations saying it could be her delusions only.
I said, "Mr. Shekhar is such a gentleman, I don't think he would do anything like that. It's baseless to believe he'll ever take any risk with you especially because you are so important in his business realm. I can see that he's lusting after you, but he's so professional, isn't he? After all, who can't be attracted to you?"
She looked at me unbelievably. She might have thought how can I be so stupid.
In the night she lay close to my body in our bed and put her hand around me.
"Do you like watching me dance with him?"
I knew she was talking about Mr. Shekhar. I looked at the ceiling when I replied.
"I'm always thrilled by the attention you get from the public."
It wasn't a surprise but a relief for her as it was something she wanted to hear from me. She said she had felt that in the past too.
The sex between us was back. I had forgone my guilt of incident involved with Ananya. Every night I made love to Meera and most of the times I went to bed posing as Mr. Shekhar, at least in my mind. Every night she lay on her back in our bed smiling at me as I ejaculated inside her.
*****
Meera often used to chat with him those days. Most of it was related to work. Or at least I thought so. Two days after our our get-together, she said Mr. Shekhar has gone to The Mauritius for a month long business tour. Life was usual between us.
Three weeks later on a fine day she was chatting with him over the phone. She then revealed to me that he's asking her about that Saturday night. I was curious instantly. He had asked if it was a tragedy or not.
I said, "Tell him the truth. Say it was a tragedy.."
She turned me down.
I commented that he must be looking for some hot talk with her. She laughed in a playful manner and asked him if Sheelu is with him. He said she's not.
Meera looked at me like I was true.
In that moment I got carried away and asked her to tell him that she's also alone. I saw her typing that. And more.
"Ask him about that Saturday night, that, what he was doing after we were gone to our room..."
I called forth for more. I was getting aroused.
She teasingly hit me.
"You're such a dirty mind. You're playing with an old man's emotions.."
I enjoyed her accusations.
"Hey look, he's asking what I'm wearing!"
She widened her eyes. Then looked at me.
"What should I reply?"
"Really? Isn't it too early?"
I teased her wondering how fast he's moving.
I then suggested she should tell the truth.
She was wearing a black T-shirt with a long floral skirt.
She laughed. She was joking. He hadn't asked about her dress.
"You're too crooked and willing to show off your wife!"
She said.
But she didn't allow anymore off me. She pushed me out of our room and closed the door.
"You go, sleep in the couch."
She smirked.
"Okay, I will, but promise me you'll share the fun with me later." I said.
She opened the door and threw a pillow over me and shut the door.
I sat on the sofa and switched on the TV. But I couldn't watch anything. I had become very hard and I felt a strong urge to masturbate. I walked to the washroom and engaged myself to the dirtiest of my thoughts.
After pleasuring myself for twenty long minutes I walked back to the couch. This time I felt relaxed. Meera's door was still closed. I wondered if she's masturbating.
Then I heard our doorbell ringing.
It was almost ten and I thought it could me any neighbour.
I was walking to the door, as Meera opened her door. She was in panic and her face looked frightened.
"Don't open the door. It's Shekhar."
She almost cried while muttering those words.
"What?" I was speechless.
"Yes, he asked me would I mind if he show up here right now. I thought he's joking and said okay."
She murmured.
"That's okay. Why are you panicking for that? Let him come."
I started to walk to the door, like a fool.
She held my hand.
"No. Don't you remember that we've told him that you're not here? I'm supposed to be alone."
I stopped. Yes. Now I got the picture. Why she's panicking and why he's standing there.
"Oh shit."
I could only say that.
"You'll have to hide."
She said.
"And then?"
"I don't know."
I thought for a microsecond.
"Where should I hide? Under the bed?"
I still remember me picturising myself hiding under her bed, even in that anxious moments. I have often wondered later how did I manage to do so.
"Under the bed? No! No way! Find somewhere.... Wait, yo can hide in our store room.."
Meera suggested.
Suddenly I thought about my old trick.
"Okay. I have an idea. I'll hide in the store room. You'll open the door, and make him some drinks. And after sometime I'll call you and you must pick up. You'll be told that I'm coming home, I'll reach in ten minutes. You can force him leave quickly."
She looked at the wall clock. It was nine fifty five.
"At what time will you call?"
"I'll call you at ten ten.."
"No, ten five.."
"Okay. At ten five."
I grabbed my phone and hurried to the store room. It was at the end corner of kitchen. While I walked in I heard the doorbell again. I quickly closed the door and heard it's handle lock getting hooked. I feared if it was audible outside. It was utter darkness inside. I found the switch with help of my mobile, but it wasn't working. I couldn't hear anything from outside as well except the sound from TV.
It was 9.56pm in my mobile. I noticed the sounds from TV stopped. I made out than they must be sitting in the couch there. Though I tried my best, I couldn't hear any sound from there.
I stood silently in that darkness and nine minutes went like nine hours.
At exactly 10.05pm, I made the call. It just beeped and displayed a no signal message.
I tried again, and again only to get the same result. The shit was happening. The kitchen store had no signal.
I went to the mobile settings and carried out a manual search. Though it showed a number of other networks, none of them got registered when I selected on them.
It wasn't working.
I decided to sneak in to the kitchen and make the call. I was scared of getting caught if they're sitting in the living room. But had no other choice.
I sneakily tried to open the door handle. That's when I got the second dose of bad luck. The door handle was damaged and it could only be opened from outside. Meera had told me about this a few weeks ago, but I had forgot about it.
Shit. I cursed myself and again resorted to searching for signals which wasn't there.
It was time to become panic as it was already 10.15.
Then I heard the door handle moving. It was opening.
Meera stood there, and the first thing I knew was her palm across my face.
"Why the fuck you didn't call?"
She screamed.
"What?"
I rubbed my face.
"Is he gone?"
I asked. More than being hit, I was surprised to know that Mr. Shekhar had left.
"Answer me first"
She gruffed.
I told her the truth. I showed her the mobile.i showed her the door handle.
Then I asked,
"How did you manage to send him off?"
She said she didn't have to do that as Mr. Shekhar left himself.
I let out a sigh to convey my relief which was short-lived, until she revealed what happened.
And what she told me stunned me.
When she opened the door Mr. Shekhar walked in with a smile and asked how is she. She said she's surprised like hell. She lead him to the living room. She switched off the TV and asked him to sit in the couch while she would prepare something to drink.
But suddenly he clung to her hand and pulled her to him.
He said, "I'm not here for drinks, Meera"
His hands had embraced her. He then suggested they should be in the bedroom first before starting to talk. She was forced to walk him to the bedroom. He quickly closed the door and next thing she knew was his lips on hers. First kiss. It was wet enough to fell Meera to the bed. There he kissed her again. Second kiss. While it was happening, she felt his touch under her skirt. Two things had happened even before his arrival that made her go blank in a second. One, she wasn't wearing her panty; two, she was wet.
"You're deliciously wet, my lady!" He smiled when he saw it.
Helplessly, she looked to the clock and it was exactly 10.05. She tried to look at the table on which her phone was lying, while her legs were being spread apart. Before she could say anything, shekhar lowered his face down there and she felt his lips in there. Lips and tongue. Just a few seconds and he rose to give attention to her boobs. He kissed and kneaded them over the T-shirt, lowering his body perfectly between her legs. His right hand went towards her waist and before she knew, he executed it. Her skirt was up to the waist, and she sensed something touching her down there and with a swift push, his dick was inside her, albeit only the head.
Meera paused, and her eyes was closed, trying to remember the sequence. I was stunned, and numb. However, I managed to ask.
"Then?"
She looked at me once and looked down to the floor. Then continued.
"Then, then he was very quick. He kept going. Oh my god, I can't describe what I was feeling then. I'm sorry baby. I couldn't stop him, I just couldn't. "
She began to sob.
"It's okay baby."
I tried to calm her down. I didn't want her to cry.
"Sorry that I hit you."
She touched my face with her soft hands and I melted. I hugged her.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too."
She whispered and wiped her tears. She was calmed down and sat back.
"What happened then?"
I wanted to know, even though I was scared if it would anger her. Well it didn't.
"Then, then, he... He kept going, like hard. I just couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop me too. And he was very quick, like you. Just a couple of minutes. I came back to my senses only when he came. I felt his juice inside me."
She kept saying and I sat there listening it all. I now wonder how stupid I had been. And I chose to ignore her comment 'he was quick like you, just a couple of minutes'.
"He was exhausted with that. He commented he was feeling like an old man.."
"I started crying as soon as he was off me. I cried that I did what I shouldn't have. He was embarrassed. He tried to sit down next to me and console me. But I asked him to leave. He wasn't leaving but I insisted and told him I'll talk to him later. I told him that I need some time. He relented. He left immediately."
Meera finished.
"Are you safe?"
I asked like it's the only thing I cared.
"Yes."
I looked straight into her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
She looked at me confused, her gaze asking me what the hell I meant. I sat close to her and slowly fondled shoulder.
"I mean, baby, whatever happened, has happened. It was our fault, we gave him too much space. It was just fun for us until now, and we failed to see from his side. I'm the one to blame. I shouldn't have let him do all that stuff. You know, dance and all..."
"Can you forget this?"
She interrupted me. After all, that's what mattered to her the most.
"I have to. And I will. Because I love you baby."
I was honest. I couldn't think of a life without her.
She leaned to me and kissed me. It was a light kiss on my lips.
"I love you Krish."
"I love you too baby."
I whispered.
*****
At first I snubbed her allegations saying it could be her delusions only.
I said, "Mr. Shekhar is such a gentleman, I don't think he would do anything like that. It's baseless to believe he'll ever take any risk with you especially because you are so important in his business realm. I can see that he's lusting after you, but he's so professional, isn't he? After all, who can't be attracted to you?"
She looked at me unbelievably. She might have thought how can I be so stupid.
In the night she lay close to my body in our bed and put her hand around me.
"Do you like watching me dance with him?"
I knew she was talking about Mr. Shekhar. I looked at the ceiling when I replied.
"I'm always thrilled by the attention you get from the public."
It wasn't a surprise but a relief for her as it was something she wanted to hear from me. She said she had felt that in the past too.
The sex between us was back. I had forgone my guilt of incident involved with Ananya. Every night I made love to Meera and most of the times I went to bed posing as Mr. Shekhar, at least in my mind. Every night she lay on her back in our bed smiling at me as I ejaculated inside her.
*****
Meera often used to chat with him those days. Most of it was related to work. Or at least I thought so. Two days after our our get-together, she said Mr. Shekhar has gone to The Mauritius for a month long business tour. Life was usual between us.
Three weeks later on a fine day she was chatting with him over the phone. She then revealed to me that he's asking her about that Saturday night. I was curious instantly. He had asked if it was a tragedy or not.
I said, "Tell him the truth. Say it was a tragedy.."
She turned me down.
I commented that he must be looking for some hot talk with her. She laughed in a playful manner and asked him if Sheelu is with him. He said she's not.
Meera looked at me like I was true.
In that moment I got carried away and asked her to tell him that she's also alone. I saw her typing that. And more.
"Ask him about that Saturday night, that, what he was doing after we were gone to our room..."
I called forth for more. I was getting aroused.
She teasingly hit me.
"You're such a dirty mind. You're playing with an old man's emotions.."
I enjoyed her accusations.
"Hey look, he's asking what I'm wearing!"
She widened her eyes. Then looked at me.
"What should I reply?"
"Really? Isn't it too early?"
I teased her wondering how fast he's moving.
I then suggested she should tell the truth.
She was wearing a black T-shirt with a long floral skirt.
She laughed. She was joking. He hadn't asked about her dress.
"You're too crooked and willing to show off your wife!"
She said.
But she didn't allow anymore off me. She pushed me out of our room and closed the door.
"You go, sleep in the couch."
She smirked.
"Okay, I will, but promise me you'll share the fun with me later." I said.
She opened the door and threw a pillow over me and shut the door.
I sat on the sofa and switched on the TV. But I couldn't watch anything. I had become very hard and I felt a strong urge to masturbate. I walked to the washroom and engaged myself to the dirtiest of my thoughts.
After pleasuring myself for twenty long minutes I walked back to the couch. This time I felt relaxed. Meera's door was still closed. I wondered if she's masturbating.
Then I heard our doorbell ringing.
It was almost ten and I thought it could me any neighbour.
I was walking to the door, as Meera opened her door. She was in panic and her face looked frightened.
"Don't open the door. It's Shekhar."
She almost cried while muttering those words.
"What?" I was speechless.
"Yes, he asked me would I mind if he show up here right now. I thought he's joking and said okay."
She murmured.
"That's okay. Why are you panicking for that? Let him come."
I started to walk to the door, like a fool.
She held my hand.
"No. Don't you remember that we've told him that you're not here? I'm supposed to be alone."
I stopped. Yes. Now I got the picture. Why she's panicking and why he's standing there.
"Oh shit."
I could only say that.
"You'll have to hide."
She said.
"And then?"
"I don't know."
I thought for a microsecond.
"Where should I hide? Under the bed?"
I still remember me picturising myself hiding under her bed, even in that anxious moments. I have often wondered later how did I manage to do so.
"Under the bed? No! No way! Find somewhere.... Wait, yo can hide in our store room.."
Meera suggested.
Suddenly I thought about my old trick.
"Okay. I have an idea. I'll hide in the store room. You'll open the door, and make him some drinks. And after sometime I'll call you and you must pick up. You'll be told that I'm coming home, I'll reach in ten minutes. You can force him leave quickly."
She looked at the wall clock. It was nine fifty five.
"At what time will you call?"
"I'll call you at ten ten.."
"No, ten five.."
"Okay. At ten five."
I grabbed my phone and hurried to the store room. It was at the end corner of kitchen. While I walked in I heard the doorbell again. I quickly closed the door and heard it's handle lock getting hooked. I feared if it was audible outside. It was utter darkness inside. I found the switch with help of my mobile, but it wasn't working. I couldn't hear anything from outside as well except the sound from TV.
It was 9.56pm in my mobile. I noticed the sounds from TV stopped. I made out than they must be sitting in the couch there. Though I tried my best, I couldn't hear any sound from there.
I stood silently in that darkness and nine minutes went like nine hours.
At exactly 10.05pm, I made the call. It just beeped and displayed a no signal message.
I tried again, and again only to get the same result. The shit was happening. The kitchen store had no signal.
I went to the mobile settings and carried out a manual search. Though it showed a number of other networks, none of them got registered when I selected on them.
It wasn't working.
I decided to sneak in to the kitchen and make the call. I was scared of getting caught if they're sitting in the living room. But had no other choice.
I sneakily tried to open the door handle. That's when I got the second dose of bad luck. The door handle was damaged and it could only be opened from outside. Meera had told me about this a few weeks ago, but I had forgot about it.
Shit. I cursed myself and again resorted to searching for signals which wasn't there.
It was time to become panic as it was already 10.15.
Then I heard the door handle moving. It was opening.
Meera stood there, and the first thing I knew was her palm across my face.
"Why the fuck you didn't call?"
She screamed.
"What?"
I rubbed my face.
"Is he gone?"
I asked. More than being hit, I was surprised to know that Mr. Shekhar had left.
"Answer me first"
She gruffed.
I told her the truth. I showed her the mobile.i showed her the door handle.
Then I asked,
"How did you manage to send him off?"
She said she didn't have to do that as Mr. Shekhar left himself.
I let out a sigh to convey my relief which was short-lived, until she revealed what happened.
And what she told me stunned me.
When she opened the door Mr. Shekhar walked in with a smile and asked how is she. She said she's surprised like hell. She lead him to the living room. She switched off the TV and asked him to sit in the couch while she would prepare something to drink.
But suddenly he clung to her hand and pulled her to him.
He said, "I'm not here for drinks, Meera"
His hands had embraced her. He then suggested they should be in the bedroom first before starting to talk. She was forced to walk him to the bedroom. He quickly closed the door and next thing she knew was his lips on hers. First kiss. It was wet enough to fell Meera to the bed. There he kissed her again. Second kiss. While it was happening, she felt his touch under her skirt. Two things had happened even before his arrival that made her go blank in a second. One, she wasn't wearing her panty; two, she was wet.
"You're deliciously wet, my lady!" He smiled when he saw it.
Helplessly, she looked to the clock and it was exactly 10.05. She tried to look at the table on which her phone was lying, while her legs were being spread apart. Before she could say anything, shekhar lowered his face down there and she felt his lips in there. Lips and tongue. Just a few seconds and he rose to give attention to her boobs. He kissed and kneaded them over the T-shirt, lowering his body perfectly between her legs. His right hand went towards her waist and before she knew, he executed it. Her skirt was up to the waist, and she sensed something touching her down there and with a swift push, his dick was inside her, albeit only the head.
Meera paused, and her eyes was closed, trying to remember the sequence. I was stunned, and numb. However, I managed to ask.
"Then?"
She looked at me once and looked down to the floor. Then continued.
"Then, then he was very quick. He kept going. Oh my god, I can't describe what I was feeling then. I'm sorry baby. I couldn't stop him, I just couldn't. "
She began to sob.
"It's okay baby."
I tried to calm her down. I didn't want her to cry.
"Sorry that I hit you."
She touched my face with her soft hands and I melted. I hugged her.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too."
She whispered and wiped her tears. She was calmed down and sat back.
"What happened then?"
I wanted to know, even though I was scared if it would anger her. Well it didn't.
"Then, then, he... He kept going, like hard. I just couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop me too. And he was very quick, like you. Just a couple of minutes. I came back to my senses only when he came. I felt his juice inside me."
She kept saying and I sat there listening it all. I now wonder how stupid I had been. And I chose to ignore her comment 'he was quick like you, just a couple of minutes'.
"He was exhausted with that. He commented he was feeling like an old man.."
"I started crying as soon as he was off me. I cried that I did what I shouldn't have. He was embarrassed. He tried to sit down next to me and console me. But I asked him to leave. He wasn't leaving but I insisted and told him I'll talk to him later. I told him that I need some time. He relented. He left immediately."
Meera finished.
"Are you safe?"
I asked like it's the only thing I cared.
"Yes."
I looked straight into her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
She looked at me confused, her gaze asking me what the hell I meant. I sat close to her and slowly fondled shoulder.
"I mean, baby, whatever happened, has happened. It was our fault, we gave him too much space. It was just fun for us until now, and we failed to see from his side. I'm the one to blame. I shouldn't have let him do all that stuff. You know, dance and all..."
"Can you forget this?"
She interrupted me. After all, that's what mattered to her the most.
"I have to. And I will. Because I love you baby."
I was honest. I couldn't think of a life without her.
She leaned to me and kissed me. It was a light kiss on my lips.
"I love you Krish."
"I love you too baby."
I whispered.
*****
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