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

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The following days were really difficult between us. Next day, it was a Friday, Mr. Shekhar called Meera during her office time. He asked if she's okay. He was worried of her outburst after the sex. She said she's okay. Anything more wasn't talked about.
Meera told me about this in the evening.

"It's a good sign that he's not bringing up the topic again." I said.

A few days later, it was Tuesday evening when she told me she wanted to make a confession.
She said it's about the night we had gone to his bungalow and something she had been thinking deeply for a few days about. The first thing that ran to my mind was what I had already witnessed that night.
And that was exactly she wanted to reveal.
She confessed that when I had gone to washroom during their dance, he had kissed her. And she said she didn't stop him. She let him kiss and even responded positively, by kissing him back.
I wasn't surprised. I felt good that she came clean about it. She wasn't a woman who wanted to hide something from her man. I effortlessly dismissed my memories of Mr. Thomas and Mr. Mohan. Only thing that I thought was me. And at that moment, I Also felt an urge to confess. I looked into her eyes and she easily made out that I'm holding something back. That wasn't something she expected from me after her confession.
She asked what is that.
I decided a go.

"Meera, I'm glad you've come clean about it. I too want tell you something; I had seen you kissing. I was coming to the room and saw you embraced by each other, and kissing.."
I told her how I had walked back and made some noise by shaking the bead curtain.
She was surprised.

"Then why didn't you scold me?"

"I thought you both were drunk and it may be a mistake. I never believed that you will ever do that otherwise."

She fell silent over next two minutes.

"Were you excited?"
She asked suddenly.

"What?"

"You were excited watching us kissing, weren't you?"

She sounded like she was sure of it. And I conceded it as I shook my head. At that moment I had no idea about how she came to that conclusion, but her subsequent questions suggested that I let it slip myself by not mentioning certain things in my confession.

"You saw us kissing. And what else you saw?"

I felt like I was being interrogated about something that was already known to her. If I lied, she would catch me in a second.

"I saw him feeling your body."

"And?"

"And... And I saw him touching your...."

"My what?"

"Your.... down there."
I faltered.

"And?"

"That's it. That's all I saw."

"And you were excited."

I didn't reply. I didn't have to. Because it didn't matter anymore.
She looked me straight into my eyes.

"Tell me one thing, Krish. Don't lie. You were always excited to see me with Mr. Shekhar, weren't you?"

"No. No."
I denied hastily. She ignored me.

"You liked seeing me talk with him, dance with him, and being touched by him. "

I shook my head in denial.

"You did. I told you, don't lie to me Krish."
Her voice was harsh.

"Say you were excited seeing all that."

I looked down.

"Look at me Krish. And tell me."
She demanded and turned my face to her.

I was weak.

"I knew this."
She whispered into my ears.

"I knew that you always liked watching me with other men. I mean, I had that feeling."

"Yeah I liked."
Finally, somehow I mustered strength to speak to my wife.

"I liked watching you do all those stuff, but I didn't want this happen, I mean, what happened with Shekhar..."

"Yeah I know."
She said and put her hands over my shoulder.

"But I love you Meera. My baby, I love you, I can't live without you. I may want to see you talk and dance with them but I want you make love to me only..."
I let it go.
Her hands tightly held my weak body to hers.

"It's okay Krish. I love you too."

It was a conversation between a husband and wife that lasted merely a few minutes, but it had the power to set the tone of their entire life. It held the consequences that later proved inevitable. I never wanted to be looked down at like a man who gratify himself from the sight of his wife with other men, even though I had realised I was. I wanted to avoid it. But we often meet our fate on the road we take to avoid it. I was destined to be a cuckold.
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