Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - Part II by Krish_999 ( Completed )

[sarit11]

Chapter 2

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My life was getting terrible day by day and night by night.
I became reclusive. I had already fallen out with Sam, and his support to Meera during our break-up further allowed us to move away from each other. We were like enemies.
I was alone. I talked less and thought more.
Then after some lonely and unbearable nights, I decided that whatever I need to do, I have to do it myself.
I had to do something.
Something.
I called Ananya.
I told her that I wanted to meet her. She was well aware of my fallout with her husband. She though had some sympathy for me.
She immediately told me to leave Meera alone because she's not interested in seeing me. At least not so soon.
"Not Meera, I need to talk to you."
She thought for a moment and agreed.

I waited for two hours for her at the coffee shop she had mentioned. She didn't come.
Her mobile was unreachable. Finally I gave up and left. I thought she might have discussed it with Meera.

But on the way back to home, I got her call. She was apologetic and mentioned some reasons that were undigested by me. She though eased my mind by promising she'd meet me at my home.
She arrived after one hour and we talked.
About Meera. About my dreams. About my unsocial reclusive life.

Strangely, as she sat across me, I caught myself watching her lips. I've never been like this. The vulnerability of being single, suddenly I could sense it in me. It gives you a sense of freedom. You can get horny at any moment at anyone.
The way her lips moved was amazing. I had the taste of them once. They were delicious. She had moaned my name through them when I was pumping my dick into her. She was in her marital bed, asking for more.
The more I watched Ananya talk, the more it reminded me of that day. And the harder I grew in my pants.

The talk didn't bring any result.
But it certainly gave me one more reason to worry upon.
The sense of freedom. Meera was as vulnerable as I was. She could look at other men with the same sense of freedom. She must be with Sam. It was enough for my hard-on to disappear.

Sleepless nights awaited me. There was nothing I could do about it.

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One day my car collided with another and Mrs Neerja got injured.

Mrs Neerja. Fat. Rich. Angry. In her forties.

I took her to a hospital and did what was necessary. Her husband arrived and he seemed not bothered in her condition. He actually looked happy.
When I said sorry, he said: "Just chill man!"
He then said even he was thinking about giving her some rest. "So that I can get some rest!"
Mr Das seemed to be in the same age of his wife but he was healthier. I expected him to be exercising regularly. He was well dressed and well behaved. Especially to me.

Starting from the damages we both incurred to our cars, we discussed a lot and eventually, he invited me to a drink in his favourite bar. He always referred me as Mr Menon only, because that's what hospital staff had noted in their report.
"Are you Mr Menon?" He had asked me when we met. He never asked my first name after that. I too never bothered to know his full name. His wife called him simply 'Das', so I assumed that it's his first name.
So we hit it off in the bar. On the fourth round, he congratulated me for being a divorcee at this young age and said I can be assured of a peaceful future.
"By the way where is she now?"
"I don't know. I've kinda forgotten her."
"You lucky bastard. I envy you, Mr Menon. You look at my wife. And look at me. Tell me, don't I deserve better?"
I laughed.
"Yes. I know."
The talk went on.
Though we didn't meet regularly, we met many times. It went on for a couple of months.

Eventually, we were close enough to talk about women.
Das said there was a woman in his office. She was really hot. A married chick with who got everything in the perfect shape.
"You know what I'm talking about. I wanted to kiss her whenever I saw her in my office. I wanted to bend her over my desk and do it. But only in my daydreams."
"That's good, tell me what have you done with her.." It was nice to hear more from him. I felt a slight hard-on in my pants.
"I just kept dreaming."
He said, finishing his drink and immediately ordered another.
"Her name was Meera. And she remains the most beautiful woman I've ever worked with."

I forgot to sip the glass I had on my lips.
Meera. My Meera.
The Earth was round and small, indeed.

I recollected the story involving her old boss, Mr Das. The man who wanted to sleep with her in exchange for letting her keep her job. She had landed a slap on his face, giving up her job. It was long ago.
The same Mr Das was my new friend Mr Das.
Suddenly my growing erection was taken a hit. I sensed it becoming dried up. I truly loved my wife. I became more aware of it while listening to someone lusting for my wife.

Not again! I said in my mind. I certainly didn't want to deal with someone telling stories about my wife.
I sipped my drink very slowly as if that's what I cared the most in the world.

"What happened then?" I asked.
"I made a stupid mistake. I played a prank at work. But how, it fell flat and she slapped my face right here." He touched his ear.
"And she quit the job."
"What type of prank was that?"
"She was in a weak position because of one of her close friends, one Mr Shekhar who was not there on our company's favourites list. When I arranged for a negotiation I took Meera for granted. I demanded favours from her. My target was Shekhar whom I wanted to insult. But it ended in an anti-climax, as she stood for him and punished me."
It was a revelation. I remembered that night's celebration. Mr Shekhar had all the fun that night.
Mr Das took a sip and continued.
"And she left the job. Completing the tragedy."
"That's how shit happens."
I tried to look like I cared about it.
"So, have you moved on now?"
"No. I still rue that silly prank."
He finished his glass, gulping it one last time.
"And I still dream of her."