[krish_999]

Chapter - Nine continues...............

It took a while before Meera gathered herself. She went to our bedroom and sat on the bed silently. I finally decided to have a conversation with her. I pulled a chair in front of her.

"Meera, honestly I didn't know you'd be offended so much by this. I didn't mean to insult you in any way."
Meera looked up into my eyes. It was then she truly exploded.
"I can't believe you're doing this again, Krish. What has gone into your head? It's okay to have some flirty banter but this is far from that. You're trying to manipulate me for your voyeuristic pleasure."
"No, baby. I didn't mean that. This isn't that." I tried to explain.
"What were you thinking when you handed a man your wife's undergarment? How do you justify that, Krish?"
More than the words she spoke, the frustration they carried hurt me. The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes, together, implied how fed up she was with my antics. But I wasn't ready to accept I had done a grave mistake.
"I didn't think anything, Meera. It just happened. When he saw he was excited. It played out like a prank. I thought he would keep it back sometimes later. Look, he's a person I trust a lot. He's a genuine friend. He's the one suggested me to take you along for our vacation. If he truly had creepy intentions, he could have easily waited till I'm gone and then tried to get close to you when you're alone."
Meera looked at me with some sort of understanding. I went on, "I told you he's a genuine friend who's a lot more honest than you think. I trust him even when he's hiding your panty. It's true - he's excited about you but you can talk to him about what's in his mind. Let's call him back. It's not right to make him leave like this."
"But," Meera took a deep breath, "Tejas is too good a guy in your eyes despite his flirting and this. What if he's trying to manipulate you? He claimed he's got a size issue. How do you know for sure? I think no man would do such a claim unless he's trying to fool someone."
She was talking about Tejas' small penis. Her argument was valid - except that I had confirmed it by my hand. But explaining it to Meera was never an option.
"He didn't straight away tell me that he's got a small dick. It's about his love failure. He told me about how it ended after he attempted to have sex with her. It's not that the girl opposed it, but it's otherwise. He could not have sex with her because the length was a bit short. I mean, too short. That's how he told me."
Meera was listening carefully. She was at loss for words now.
"I can see you're sad listening to this. So am I. But it's not that I empathise him; I'd rather encourage him to play it cool. He's cool with that. He isn't dying because of a shortcoming. And that makes him a wonderful guy."
Meera shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I blasted him." She said.
"No problem. You can reverse that."
"By apologising?"
"You don't have to apologise. I don't hold a view that he didn't do anything wrong. Of course, it's wrong to touch your panty without your permission. It's him who owed you an apology and he already did that. You should forgive him first."
Meera nodded with a smile.
"And then?"
"I'd suggest you behave I bit romantically so that he'll forget the confrontation. He likes you so much. Yeah, I know he may be fantasizing about you but it's common. I'm sure he would confess that if you asked him because I know him. No one else would do that. He's honest with me about everything. He should be so with you too. He asked me for permission before taking the panty. He could have easily stolen it, couldn't he?"
Meera shook her head.
"Stop it now, Krish. Please. I already feel bad I made him leave."
"You have the choice to reverse it. Let's call him back."
"He'll be embarrassed to face me again, won't he?"
"You can make him feel better."
"How?"
"Show him a bit of affection."
"Krish..."
"I didn't mean you grab him and kiss him. A friendly hug, a cool chat, a few dance steps to a tune. He's a good dancer, not like me. He'll be very happy to dance with you."
"I'm not gonna dance with him."
"I was just saying. It's your wish. You know he had once asked me if he could go on a date with you."
"What did you say?"
"I told him to try himself. He didn't have guts to ask you out. Sunday when you went with him to the market he was hoping to have coffee with you. But you refused."
"Yeah, I was tired. I remember."
Meera was finally cool. I phoned Tejas and handed the phone to Meera.
"Tejas, come back. I want to talk to you. Please," she said.
I heard Tejas' voice from the other end. He was coming back.
I hugged Meera when she ended the phone call.
"Thank you for being a friend of my friend."
She hugged me back and kissed me.
"I'm not gonna dance with him."
She said.
I smiled.
"You can do anything."
"Your over-encouragement is actually making me suspicious. I haven't forgotten how eager you were while doing roleplay as him. You were so hard that night."
"We had great fun that night, didn't we? We can do the same tonight."
"In his presence?"
"Not explicitly."
"The other night I had the feeling that he must have heard us making love. Did you ask him about it?"
"Not yet. I'll ask him. Or I suggest you ask him."
"What? No!" She pushed me lightly. "I'm not gonna ask him anything."
"But I'm sure he'd love to hear us making love. What do you say?"
"Fuck you, pervert!"
"Ouch! That hurts. I'm your husband, honey."
"I know you're just looking for opportunities to make this hard." She squeezed between my legs. I was semi-hard but I was nonchalant.
"What's wrong in that? Ultimately this is all yours."
Meera giggled.
"You're so shameless. No wonder you've got so attached with Tejas. He's equally perverted. Don't think I'm gonna put on a good host tonight. I'm gonna strip him first to check his size. I want to make sure he wasn't trying to fool you."
"Really?"
My eyes must have grown big.
"Yeah, really!" Meera mocked me. "But I'm not gonna let you derive kinky pleasure. I'm gonna take him to our balcony and then strip him."
I laughed.
"Outsiders will notice."
"I'll switch off the lights."
"Still people can see you standing with a young man there."
"I'm gonna make him wear my kurta. He's fond of my clothes right. I'm sure he'll wear it."
I did not believe her words, not even for a second. I laughed it off while appreciating her cool idea.
 
Twenty-five minutes later Tejas was back in our flat.
"Thank you so much for forgiving me." He said. "I can't express my gratefulness. This was going to be my worst memory for a long time. I was so pissed off."
"Well, I haven't forgiven you completely," Meera said. "I called you because my husband was sad. He is so liberal that he doesn't mind his wife's panty being touched by his friend. Actually he gets aroused by other men hitting on me without hurting his ego."
She was taunting me.
Tejas smiled. "I know that. He had once told me about an incident in the market when a guy ogled at you and that got him a hard-on."
"Oh, really?" Meera chuckled and looked at me.
"You just broke your promise to keep my secret, dude!" I blamed Tejas. He apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away with excitement."
Meera refilled our wine glasses and we engaged ourselves in jovial chit chat while enjoying the wine. Tejas said he had landed in a bar and had already ordered a beer and some snacks when I phoned him. The last moment cancellation led the staff to argue with him but he didn't mind. He was so happy to have Meera called him back that he made complete payment for the order. Meera sympathised with him.
 
It was me who brought us back again to the old subject when I wondered how Tejas completely forgot my wife's panty in the bed and hoped he wouldn't get caught.
Tejas scratched his neck. "Actually I did try to find it when I returned the next day. I remembered hiding it under the pillow as usual but when I realised it wasn't there, I couldn't remember where it could be. I had left in a hurry."
"It never crossed your mind that I would have found it?"
Meera asked.
"It did. I looked for signs but you were pretty normal. You were more concerned about Krish sir leaving for Bangalore. So I discarded the thought. I didn't dare to ask Krish sir, fearing he would chide me."
I remembered coming back from the market and seeing Meera upset that morning.
"I can't believe you stole just my panty."
Meera said.
"Actually I wanted to have one of your kurti too. But I never got the guts to pull off that one." Tejas revealed. Even I was surprised.
Meera bobbled her head and looked at me.
"What did I tell you, dear?"
Tejas was puzzled. "What did she say?"
"Forget it," Meera interrupted before I could speak. "Tell me what did you do with my panty, by the way?"
I wanted Tejas to admit how he used to rub it on his face. But Tejas was shy. "Can't tell you that."
"Don't be shy now. You used to be shameless when flirting with me."
"Yeah, but now I'm so embarrassed that honestly I can't even face you and look straight into your eyes."
Tejas admitted.
Meera laughed, "You can't be shy in front of me anymore. You don't have that liberty. You said you wanted to have my kurti, right? Come with me." She got up and took his wine glass and kept it on the centre table. Tejas stood up. I looked on, wondering what my wife was up to. She stopped and turned to me. "Do you mind if I gave him a night to remember?"
"As you like. He's all yours." I couldn't believe how her mood was getting naughty by now. But I knew she's not gonna cross the line.
"Nice." Meera nodded and led him to the room.
I was in disbelief and a sort of enthralment. It wasn't the first time I was seeing Meera leading another man to my room while I was left alone in the hall. As a flood of memories began to fill my head I couldn't ignore the warm feeling that was taking over my body. Meera and my friend had disappeared into the room even though the door wasn't closed.
What is she going to do with him?
"Do you mind if I gave him a night to remember?" Her words echoed in my head.
My erection that had disappeared in between was taking shape once again. I was still confused about what was happening but it didn't stop my dick from becoming hard. I thought of what Meera would be going through, and I felt her boldness was just growing. I was in for a show. My innate sensual cravings were waking up. I knew I was going to fuck Meera a lot sooner than I planned.
A lot deeper, harder, and thirstier.
I had got enough clues that suddenly my wife was agreeing to dance to my tune and tease my friend in a way he wouldn't even have dreamed of. I felt my dick throbbing and I envisaged pumping it deep into my naughty wife's pussy while my friend stood outside my bedroom's closed door. I instantly admitted that I wouldn't be offended at all. I wanted him to pull out his dick and jerk it while listening to my wife's moans. I promised myself that I would make the night longer, allowing him to learn how good I'm at eating my woman's cunt and also allowing him to learn how much it pleased her. I knew he would crave replacing me in my bed and making love to my wife. The thought simply delighted me.
The sudden surge in my dirty fantasies did not come without guilt. But I was able to assure me that this was all in my head because I knew how harmless my friend was.
It was his last chance to be with Meera. Possibly.
Even if he later visited Pune and got a chance to meet her in the unlikely event of my absence, I knew he wouldn't succeed in making a move that he would love to do in his dreams every night.
I didn't need to wait long before they returned. Tejas was holding a cloth, a kurti in his hand.
"He wanted to have my kurti. I have fulfilled his wish." Meera said.
It was the same kurti she was wearing in the afternoon.
"What are you gonna do with it?" I asked Tejas.
"He's gonna wear it, of course."
Meera said.
"No," Tejas said quickly.
"Yes, you are," Meera put her right arm around him, taking him by surprise. "You're gonna do everything I say tonight, aren't you?"
"Oh my God," Tejas blushed.
"Dude, it's your best chance to do some kinky stuff with her." I encouraged him.
"Yeah, kinky stuff!" Meera said and sat on the sofa Tejas was sitting earlier. "Go, wear that kurti. When you come back you get to sit with me here. So close, with your arms around me." Her offer was too tempting for him. He looked at me before he went back to the room and closed the door.
"Wow, you're lightening up the night. What's your plan, baby?"
I asked Meera. She smiled at me.
"That's it. Isn't it enough?"
I was disappointed.
"Not yet. Tease him a little more."
I went to her and bend down to kiss her. She was smiling but I managed to contain her lips. She groped my hardness over my pants.
"Mmm... I'm teasing him there but change is happening here." She quipped.
"A lot more can happen, honey," I whispered while pushing my hand under the waistband and I simply pulled out my dick. Meera's eyes bulged out of panic.
"What are you doing? Oh my God!"
She hurriedly checked the bedroom door while trying to grab my pants' waistband and put it back. When it resisted, she pulled down the lower edge of my T-Shirt to hide my dick.
"You such a pervert! Please!" Meera made a crying face. "You're going too far."
Her panic only helped my excitement to grow. My dick was yearning for attention.
"It's okay baby," I placed my left palm behind her and gestured her to take it in her mouth.
Her expression changed to utter disbelief.
At that exact moment, we heard the door opening. She sat back and I hurriedly pulled my pants up to hide my dick. I didn't miss to catch my wife's gorgeous coy smile before I turned to face my friend. He was standing there, wearing the brown kurti in place of his shirt. It fit well on his lean body. In fact, it didn't look much feminine except for his arms due to its short sleeves, but the fact that it was on Meera's body a few hours ago made me appreciate her naughty mind. Tejas stood with his both arms on the hips as if to give us a moment to appreciate his daring act.
Well, I wanted him to go back to the room for a few more minutes.
"You're wearing your jeans. Change it too."
I told him.
"What!" Tejas shook his head. Meera too, opposed my idea as she got up and pushed me aside. She appreciated Tejas for his 'good looks'. I commented it would be complete only if he changed his jeans too.
"He's a pervert; don't listen to him." Meera put her arm around him again and then turned to me.
"Sit down there, Krish! I know what you want."
She mocked me and led him to our room only to stop halfway.
"Don't try to follow us. I have something intimate to discuss with him. You can watch TV." She switched on the TV and then proceeded with Tejas to our bedroom. She took him further to the balcony and locked the door from outside. I couldn't believe it.
Is she going to strip him?
I tried to look through the window glass but it wasn't possible to see with the darkness outside. I came to the hall and only to become restless. I was already visualising Meera groping Tejas' crotch like she had done to me a few moments ago.
My wife's palm over his bulge! I felt more thrilled than threatened. I wanted to watch it somehow. I took the stool from her dressing table to the bathroom and placed it near the wall toward the small ventilation window. I kept the light off and closed the door and then climbed on the stool to peep through the window. I could see them standing in the balcony despite the darkness.
Tejas was standing with his back against the iron railing and Meera was on his right side, facing away from the door. They were talking which I couldn't hear. My eyes were on her right hand which she had let him hold fondly with his both hands. She was talking to him in a way that was making him shy, I felt.
I could see she was standing so close to him because they could have mistaken as two women from a distance.
My heart began to rush as I saw Tejas bringing her palm to his mouth and he kissed it. Meera not only stopped him but also turned his face slightly away to land a soft kiss on his cheek. More than my heart I felt the scene affected my dick I guess, it poked against my pants. For once I wished Meera went on to kiss him on the lips.
It was just a kinky wish I knew wouldn't materialise.
Meera was asking him questions, making him smile non-stop. I was dying to hear it. But the only sound I could hear was that coming from the TV. I wanted to go and turn it off but I wasn't ready to miss the action outside even for a second. Also, I didn't want to make Meera suspicious by stopping the TV. The only option I had was to watch closely and make a wild guess of what they were talking while anticipating Meera's next physical move.
However, she wasn't in any hurry. She kept shooting questions that made him shrink and look away while shaking his head sideways. I had seen him showcasing the body language when he was asked about keeping her photos in his mobile and zooming in them. This time I wondered if she was making him confess his fantasies.
Will he dare confess and give details of his fantasies about her?
I wished he spoke boldly about the nights he kissed her stolen panty and dreamed of licking her pussy. I wished he revealed about dreaming of wrapping his arms around her from behind and touching between her legs.
As if my crazy thoughts were spot on, Meera told him something and next moment he moved behind her to hug her from behind!
I held my breath and let my eyes follow meticulously where his arms were moving. It went around her belly and he pressed his body against her back and even tilting his face onto her right shoulder. I saw him tilting his head right and I guessed he was going to kiss her neck. But before he could succeed Meera slapped on his cheek lightly. He moved back to his position and Meera was again talking to him like nothing happened. Tejas first shook his head sideways and then looked at her in the eyes. Then he nodded affirmatively and began to unbutton his pants!
My heart stopped beating, almost.
It was obvious that he was acting on Meera's approval or demand. But otherwise what was happening was beyond my imagination. He was undressing his jeans while Meera was casually watching the surrounding, pretending oblivious of his action. She was definitely after something. My heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing.
Tejas dropped his jeans a few inches only and then he pulled out his dick from his underwear. I couldn't see his dick due to darkness. He was holding his dick and he turned his head to the right. Is he suggesting her to have a look?
My friend was presenting his dick to my wife. Just like he had done to me a few months ago. I had touched him over his pants, and my wife was now going to touch him barehanded. Isn't she?
She was still waiting to turn to him but I could not. As if doing it inadvertently, my hand wormed inside my pants and wrapped my fingers around my fully erected length. It felt great. Then I saw Meera, though casually again, reaching with her right hand to grab my friend's dick. Tejas was looking straight like a stone but I knew he was just living the dream of his life. The most stunning woman he had ever met was giving him the pleasure he could only dream about. Meera moved further right to stand as close as she could and told him something in his ear. Then she took her hand back.
No. I pleaded silently. Don't stop baby.
I wanted her to grab his small penis again and give him a hand job. I wanted her to stroke it and inflate it with pleasure. And then I wanted her to drop to her knees and to take it in her mouth. I wanted her to make him moan by bobbing her head back and forth while sucking it. The pleasure that she would give him would drive him so crazy that he would grab her head and begin to fuck her mouth.
Meera, please, please let him. I begged my wife in my mind. Please put your hand back on his dick. It needs your attention. Please.
I sensed an unstoppable sensation taking over my body. My pants had been dropped down to my knees I didn't know when. I had grabbed my dick and I was stroking it slowly. The sensation took over my body and next moment I felt it releasing through my dick as I ejaculated. In my head, I had become Tejas and I was unloading it in my wife's mouth. The only thing I did deliberately in those moments was to silence my breathing. The last thing I wanted was to make a sound and end up disrupting the action.
However, the show had already ended. Tejas was pulling his pants up. I was partly disappointed but I then I thought positively about Meera. She wasn't doing anything naughty there. She had told me she would strip Tejas to verify his claims. She had done exactly that and only that.
I saw Meera briefly putting her hand around him and I knew they were coming back. I hurriedly exited the bathroom and went to the hall. I sat on the couch and waited for them as if nothing happened.
When they returned I was keenly watching the TV.
"Discussion over? Can we have dinner now?" I asked.
"Yeah, over," Meera said and asked Tejas to follow her to the kitchen. Everything became normal. Tejas initially looked in another world but as Meera tasked him with bringing the casseroles to the dining table, he too became normal. I decided not to tease him about the experience. I knew he's gonna shag hard later.
 
After dinner, we didn't waste too much time to hit the bed. I had become hard again and I was wondering about leaving the door slightly open. But Meera made sure it was locked before she joined me in the bed. I let go of my crazy plan and instead began to jump on her. But she pushed me away.
"Don't touch me."
I was confused.
"What happened?"
"You think I won't catch you?"
I had no idea she was talking. Before I could ask she interrupted, "don't waste your energy pretending otherwise. I know you were watching me and Tejas. You not only watched; you shagged. Your cum is there in the bathroom, on the wall."
I could only rue my stupidity to leave the stool in the bathroom. And I didn't even know where I had ejaculated in the darkness.
Meera went on with her disappointed voice.
"I believed everything you told me in defence of your sympathy for Tejas. You were right about him but you...! You're still that old Krish. You'll never learn, Krish. You still want to live a cuckold's life!"
 

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[krish_999]

When can we expect the next update, can't wait........krish yet again probing his superb writing skills

Dear friend I'm working on it. I need a couple of days to finalise it. I hope not more than 3 days.

[krish_999]

Sorry to say ,but you are really bad at keeping your words regarding the updates.
you said 3-4 updates fortnightly. Were you serious ??? 
Just a suggestion that please stop promising when you can't deliver the same. It gives hope which doesn't make us feel good when it turns out to be false.
I know we are getting such an amazing work for free So, definitely I'm not at a position to complain but still I posted it because of getting  false hope.

And this is not happening for the first time, that is why I half-heartedly posted it..

I can understand your frustration. But I don't know how to reply.
There are two tasks that put pressure on me. One, to complete the chapter. Two, to state exactly when I will complete the chapter. 
It seems I'm failing to achieve both tasks.
Some chapters are ridiculously hard to complete. Chapter no.10 is one of them. I have managed to write more than three fourth as of now. It should be complete in a couple of days.
I'm sorry I disappointed you (and all readers) with promises I couldn't keep. I know the worst thing in a forum like this is when readers discuss the lack of writing than the writing. I fear the readers will lose the touch with the story by the time next chapter arrives. I'm trying hard not to let that happen.
Thank you.

[krish_999]

Happy new year to all my readers.....

[krish_999]

Guys, my dearest one met with an accident. I won't be writing anything for a while. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for long but I was in a such a state that I didn't even remember that I used to visit this site and write a story.
I will come back only when I'm ready. I don't know when.
Thank you all.

[krish_999]

Hello guys. Finally ready to log in again.
Firstly I want to thank you all for still believing in me. Thanks for all those who prayed for me. Thank for all who waited patiently for my return.
And my sincere apology to all whom I made to wait for so long.

I wanted to tell you all that I am okay. My dearest one is recuperating. I am happy about the improvement. We are able to laugh again, finally. Sometimes I do think about my stories here. I have to finish it, right? Give me a little break, as I have to read my posted chapters again to re-enter the world of Krish and Meera.

Thank you all, once again, for support.

[krish_999]

I will start posting from 1st week of June

[krish_999]

Chapter – Ten

Meera switched off the light and turned to the other side. She was done talking to me. I lay next to her, looking into the thickening darkness, in silence.
The night had ended in anti-climax.
 
My perverted dream of presenting a lovemaking show to my friend was shattered. I wanted Tejas to enjoy the sounds or even have a glimpse of our sex. My dick was hard throughout the evening in anticipation of this possibility. It had now become limp.
 
Meera had not only caught me masturbating but also had accused me of wanting to live a cuckold’s life. More than that, her shouting that 'you are still that old Krish' made me rethink my actions.
Am I still the same old Krish?
I asked myself repeatedly.
I knew didn't want to live a cuckold's life. I was not going to let my wife sleep with another man again. I was damn sure about that. And I was confident that I can convince Meera about that.
But her allegation that I was still the same old Krish was more like a question she made me ask myself.
Am I still that old Krish?
Why does it excite me when other men fantasise about my wife?
I thought of my recent experiences other than Tejas. That's when I realised that I had not fantasised about anyone but only him for long. Desai had been there but I never fantasised about him. I hated him even for trying to talk to Meera. Ashish Sehgal was a man who I had involuntarily allowed to intrude on my fantasy. It had resulted in more shock than arousal.
Other than just a few strangers ogling at Meera in public places, there was none.
This realisation made me conclude one thing. It was just Tejas. And I had a reason to defend myself for why I did it. It gave me some solace.
 
The next morning when Meera woke me up with bed coffee, I held her hand and made her sit with me.
"I know you are angry for what I did. I have no shame to confess that I've been excited about seeing you and Tejas in one frame. But it doesn't mean I was hoping to see you in bed with him. I know it would not happen. I trust you. You think my confidence is based on my friend's dick size. No. It's rather based on the faith in you. I love you, Meera."
Meera's eyes remained glued to mine for a few moments before she spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me this yesterday? Were you making this up?"
"Do you still doubt me?"
"No," she smiled. "It's just too cute to hear from you."
Before my breathing got easy, she went on. "But what's not so cute is what you've done. If you wanted to shag, we could have done it together. I mean, what's the big deal? We've pleasured ourselves together many times before, haven't we?"
"It just happened, baby. I had no control over myself then. Perhaps I would have spoken about it later."
Meera smiled. "Would you have confessed this to me if I hadn't found it?"
"It's highly probable that I would speak about how I saw you touching him and how I felt when you gave a kiss on his cheek. I know it might embarrass you slightly but it would make you blush, become sexier. I would love to see the look on your face."
"You are playing with me." She pushed my hand and got up. "Anyway, I can't remain angry with you for longer than this. Come on, get up."
As always, our small talk worked.
 
When I went to the kitchen to return the coffee cup, she was pouring another cup.
"Who is this for?" I wondered.
"This is for Tejas." Meera bit her lips. "Do you wanna watch me giving him a bed coffee?"
I knew she was teasing me. I pinched her belly.
"I don't wanna watch you giving him anything. I know it will be very boring."
She giggled and pushed me away.
  
That morning I had an unexpected phone call from an old friend named Ashok. He was a friend from high college, now settled in Hyderabad. A mutual friend had told him about my quick visit to my hometown.
“I need a favour from you, Krish. Promise me you’ll not disappoint me.”
Ashok was known to be a problem child during our high college days.
“First you tell me what it is about. Then I’ll make the promise.” I said.
“Then at least promise me you won’t tell anyone about what I am going to tell you now.”
Then he told me in detail about the favour. He was in love with a girl from a village next to my hometown. Her parents were about to fix her marriage with someone else. Ashok wanted me to help him elope with his girlfriend.
“Her parents know about me. They will become alert the moment I cross our state border. So I want you to help her escape to Bangalore. I can take her to Hyderabad from there.” Ashok explained his film-style plan.
”And you’ll get me killed in the process.” I said. I did not even know what exactly Ashok was doing for a living in Hyderabad. “I can’t do this, buddy. I suggest you go and do this stuff yourself.”
I was familiar with stories of my friends landing in trouble trying to help this guy. So I refused and ended the phone call.
 
 
When Tejas got up I wanted to ask about the night. I wanted to ask if he finally got to have some fun with Meera or not. I believed he must have masturbated before sleeping, and I wanted to make him confess. But then I chose not to discuss it because it was obvious.
We had breakfast together and he got ready to leave soon after. He was not talking much. He had already told me he would not come to the railway station because his friend’s father was getting discharged from the hospital.
“Goodbye, Krish.” He hugged me and patted me on my back. His voice was heavy.
“See you, my friend,” I said.
He then turned to Meera. She readily opened her arms to him.
“My turn,” she said.
“Sure, ma’am.” He smiled and hugged her.
“A bit more tightly, it’s okay.” Meera insisted.
Tejas hugged her tighter and this time Meera hugged him back. I heard her whisper in his ears "you’ll make it” and he whispered back, “thank you.”
We came down to the parking to see him off. He waved to us one last time and left.
 
We spent the morning packing our stuff for the journey. When I mentioned the restaurant we were going to have lunch at, Meera was surprised.
“You don’t have to do this much to impress me,” she commented. “I already love you.”
“That’s why I thought you deserve it,” I said.
Meera chose to wear a sleeveless kurti that was one of my favorites.
“It seems you’re the one trying to impress me. I just love to see you in this one.”
I said.
“That’s why I thought you deserve to see it,” she quipped.
I smiled. “Today many men are going to be jealous of me.”
“I know you’ll enjoy that.”
“You will always look at me suspiciously, won’t you?”
“It’s just a fact. There is nothing to be suspicious.”
“Is it a bad thing?”
“Don’t seek my approval like this."
“No, you tell me. Do you hate me when I express my excitement of seeing other men look at you a bit differently?”
“Lustfully. Don’t’ be afraid of words. We are much bolder than anyone we know.”
“Yeah, but…” I shook my head thoughtfully. “Tejas has never been lustful. I’ve never seen him looking at you like that.”
“Lust was always there. It’s true that he respected you and feared me, but lust – by the exact meaning – was there. There’s no denial.”
“Okay. I can’t argue with that. Now tell me the conclusion. Do you hate me for expressing myself?”
“If you express even a bit of excitement about Desai, I would be considering divorce. I can tell you that.”
“I just love what you said. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
Meera did not answer for a few seconds. She eventually faced me with a wide smile.
“What do you expect?”
“My heart says you don’t.”
“Your stupid heart,” Meera laughed a little and went on. “I know you want me to confess that it didn’t hurt me that much yesterday. You know Krish, you are very manipulative. And that’s the most dangerous trait you have because it makes me lose my grip over me. Losing self-control means I can’t say if it’s me doing things or is it you make me do things. I fear doing stupid things again, Krish. That’s why it shocked me when you said you helped Tejas touch my panty. There is a fine line within which I can bear and even enjoy some stuff. I shouldn’t mind if Tejas puts his arms casually around me in your presence. But if tried to do the same thing in your absence too, then that wouldn’t be tolerated. Giving him my panty means you were letting him intrude on my privacy. It’s scary.”
“I can understand that. But when I saw you touching him I could not hold my excitement. I got a bit selfish; I thought you would not find out so easily. I am sorry.”
I said honestly. Meera laughed a little.
“You thought you would catch me in the act, right? But instead, you got yourself caught!”
“There was nothing like catching you. I didn’t suspect anything. I told you I was just curious.” I said.
“But you must have imagined something. Did you think I was gonna give him a hand job or something?”
“I couldn’t think of anything when you were touching him. But then you took your hand back too quickly and I was like, honestly speaking, I was like, ‘oh, just hold on for a second’. I would have loved it if you hung on for a little more. But you disappointed him.”
“He wasn’t disappointed. He was in heaven.” Meera bit her lips.
I was amused. “Did he tell you that?”
Meera shook her head sideways. “What else did you want me to do?”
“I wanted you to give him something in his mouth.”
Meera furrowed her brows in surprise.
“My spit?”
“He would have swallowed it, I was sure.”
“To hell with your fantasies!” Meera exclaimed. “No, I would never do that with him.” She kept shaking her face sideways. “That’s our thing. Not for anyone.”
“I was just saying…”
“Don’t say anything. Let’s get ready.”
 
The sleeveless kurti not only looked perfect on her but also accentuated her beauty. I could not take my eyes off her when she walked into the hall.
To be honest, Meera did not have the kind of body that experts might call perfect. But she had it in her to make everyone amend their views on a perfect female body. Her stomach was not completely flat, but it was so pleasingly plump that one can make out its beauty even when it’s completely covered. Her breasts were not the ones that would specifically catch one’s attention all the way.  But she knew how to select the perfect bra for any dress and it made her breasts look just the right size almost always. And the way she sometimes gifts the onlooker with a slight glimpse of her cleavage – like the kurti she was wearing now – can make anyone nervous instantly.   
Nevertheless, more than her bodily features it was her breathtakingly beautiful face with a gorgeous smile that would impress the viewer the most.
 
Meera stood in front of me, and it took me a few seconds before I realised I was still staring at her.
“What are you staring at, gentleman?” She asked.
I smiled. “Can’t take my eyes off you, baby. Sorry.”
“Do I need to worry now? You are not having any bad intentions, are you?”
I laughed. “I know you won’t let me.”
“Of course, I won’t. All you can do is to admire.”
“Your beauty makes me wonder how come I got lucky to have you in my life. It’s kinda impossible to believe you were a virgin at the time of our marriage.”
Meera gave me a mystifying smile while giving a thought about it.
“Well, I never told you I was.”
I was stunned. I had heard it but I quickly ran it again in my head to make sure I had heard it right. She understood that I was frozen.
“What?” She asked, studying my face to see my reaction – even the minute one.
I bobbled my head. “You’re right. You never told me and I never asked you. I just assumed it.”
From the sofa, I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. Meera waited for a moment and looked into my eyes.
“You’re not gonna ask me about it?”
“Let it sink into my head first,” I said.
“We never talked about this except that I had a small relationship in college. Did I shock you suddenly?”
“No,” I said. “It sort of surprised me.”
Meera sat with me. “Wait, are you gonna be excited about that too?”
I thought for a moment to think about it. But more than what she told me I was more concerned about how my body was reacting to it. I was glad that I wasn’t getting an erection. But the feeling was inexplicably vibrant. I was a different type of husband.
“Not right away. But I know I have the liberty to be excited about it. You know me, don’t you?” I said.
Meera touched my cheek and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
“I love you for not pretending.”
She whispered.
“But why did you never mention this to me? Not even a word?”
“Because it wasn’t worth it,” she said quickly, “because it was so bad, so bad that I felt having sex was a bad idea. Only once, without much emotional connect and it was pathetic; too difficult to pull off and too less rewarding considering all the risk you take. Those days I used to think sex was overrated stuff.”
“When did it change?”
I asked and I saw a spark in her eyes.
“It changed when you taught me what intimacy is.”
“When was that?”
She touched my face with both her hands. “That was when you allowed me to spit into your mouth. It makes me feel we're special to each other.”
I forgot to respond for a few seconds before I spoke again.
“Our spitting act is special.”
“Of course, it is very special. I am proud of the level of intimacy we have. I feel very special about it. About you. About us. I'm proud of having you and knowing the fact that you would do anything for me; to make me happy. I love you, Krish. Sometimes I just can't believe this is happening. You holding your mouth open for me and swallowing my saliva like it's the sweetest thing I can give you. I don't know if any other husband out there would do it to his wife.”
I was lost in the words she was breathing into me. It was the most amazing way I had seen someone talking about something, in a long time. I quickly brought my palm behind her head and kissed her. She began to move back, but only until my lips devoured hers. After that, we were kissing madly.
And now I was having an erection. Full-blown.
 
*****     *****     *****
 
The restaurant was north of the city. Like Desai mentioned, it was a perfect spot for a family dining experience. Divided into two parts, it had an open-air seating area that gave a nice view of its lush green lawn which was its daytime attraction. The equally spacious indoor area provided the right ambiance for young couples while serving all kinds of drinks. On the table, the restaurant served pan-Asian cuisine. Meera was delighted.
“This place is awesome,” she said.
Her vibrant smile made me forget about the place. However, at the back of my mind, I was already anticipating Desai to show up any time. I had looked for his car in the parking. Even in the dining area, I was quick to see all the tables to find him. But he was not seen anywhere. I wished he did not show up to spoil my wife's mood.
Meera was telling me how she had heard of this place from one of her friends but never thought she would be having lunch there.
Even while listening to her, I found myself subconsciously checking nearby tables. I noticed men dressed in affluent style and accompanied by their partners stealing glances of my wife. Two of them even nodded at me when I caught them struggling to avert their eyes off her. I felt like they would do whatever I wanted.
 
Twenty minutes later, Susheel Desai showed up.
“Hello Krish, what a pleasant surprise!”
The surprise was mine when I looked up and saw that he was not alone. He was accompanied by a woman I knew. It was his psychologist; the forty-year-old, spectacled and beautiful doctor. Dr. Maithrei recognized me and smiled at me.
I smiled back but I could not remember her name until Desai introduced her to Meera.
“I can’t believe my good luck. Can we join you guys?” Desai asked me and then looked at Meera.
My response was more spontaneous than I expected. “Our pleasure, please do join us.”
 
Dr. Maithrei was indeed Desai's trump card. It was a rare occasion that his presence did not intimidate me one bit. Even Meera was behaving friendly with him, due to the doctor’s presence. The latter appeared to be a good friend of Desai. I was again impressed by his ability to play the perfect gentleman around the woman in his company.
As the lunch progressed, however, it made me anxious for I still remembered how Desai had impressed Ananya and me together during the lunch at the resort and then went on to seduce her before the end of the day.
Though Desai stood by his word – that he had stopped chasing Meera – through his actions, I was not ready to buy that.
No. He cannot forget her.
 
But all my worries vanished when we parted after lunch. I felt like a winner. My head was finally free of worries. While driving back my heart was throbbing out of excitement. I wanted to tell Meera that I have managed to beat Desai's wicked plan whatever it was. I knew he must have nurtured dreams of fucking my wife after sending me away on an official tour. But all he could do was to have lunch with her – that too in his friend’s presence.
My excitement only grew with time. By the time we reached our place, I was willing to grab Meera and kiss her. I wanted to do a lot of things. Everything – that Desai might have ever planned to do with her.
But apparently, Meera was thinking about something else. I knew it only when she put it into words.
“Do you think she’s sleeping with him?”
Her question made me think more about why she had this doubt than about its reply.
“Why?”
“I think she’s sleeping with him. Do you think so?” Meera asked again.
“I don’t know. But she’s married and she’s just his doctor.”
“That’s why I have this doubt. He has a liking for others’ wives.”
It was something no one knew better than me. I did not know what to say, for a second.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Why?”
“Because he has someone to sleep with, finally.”
“What’s good about that?”
“Because now he can stop thinking about my wife,” I said and took her in my arms. I began to kiss her and she moved back.
“What are you doing?”
“Tonight we’ll be sleeping on the train. Why don’t we make up for it now?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I have serious doubts that you are excited particularly after meeting Desai.”
“I am excited for having failed his plan.”
“So it’s about Desai. I knew.”
She pushed me away.
“Come on baby, aren’t you excited?”
“He’s all over my head. I can’t stop thinking about him exploiting that lady.”
She looked tensed. I fondled her palms as I spoke.
“She’s happy to be with him. So we shouldn’t worry about that.”
Meera nodded.
“Yeah, but…”
I patted her cheek. “We shouldn’t be thinking about him.”
Meera remained tensed despite my attempts to cheer her up. For me it was baseless. For once I wondered if she was disappointed that Desai had finally moved on. I did not want to believe it though.
“Are you upset because you think he would be sleeping with her tonight?”
I asked.
Meera gave me an agitated look.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you so upset?”
“I am genuinely upset, Krish.”
“That’s what I am asking. Why?”
“Because…” she paused suddenly, and scratched her head. “I don’t know. I have a feeling that he knew we were going to be there for lunch and he showed up there only to show me that he’s not a loser.”
An alarm went off inside my head. She had a point and I knew it was true.
 
*****     *****     *****
Meera's seat number was not confirmed even when we reached the railway station. I met TTE and he allotted Meera a birth in the same bay in my coach. I was glad that TTE considered my request. However, Meera did not bother to be enthusiastic about it.
Her silence was frustrating me as I felt she was still thinking about Desai.
While waiting for the train an idea came to my mind.
“Meera, would do you like to meet someone?”
Meera gave me an uninterested look.
“I mean, let’s pretend that we are strangers; just two passengers boarding the same train. Let’s meet up on the train.”
Meera gave me a long stare before she spoke.
“Roleplay?”
I nodded. “Yup.”
“Are you going to flirt with me?”
“Maybe.”
“Who are you going to be?”
“I will think about it. Someone interesting.” “Desai?”
“Forget him, for god’s sake!” My voice was loud enough to startle her.
“Okay! Okay. I am sorry. I was just curious.” “Don’t say a word about him. Promise me.” Meera smiled.
“Who do you want me to be?”
“You can be yourself. But I am not your husband. I am just a person you’re going to meet for the first time.”
She agreed.
 
For the next twenty minutes, we sat apart, preparing to play the strangers.
 
I watched Meera from there, wondering about how I am going to strike a conversation with her. She was wearing a light blue top and the same colour skinny pants. The top was loose around her hip but it indeed brought out the shape of her breasts even though she wore a dark blue shrug over her top. The low neckline as usual gave a subtle view of her cleavage. The neck and the part under it was the only skin of her body that wasn't covered. Yet her flawless skin combined with the lack of any ornament around the neck made it look like she was revealing too much.
It was mesmerizing to reckon how her beauty was increasing over the years. Her ever-improving dressing sense and the confidence she carried around made me wonder for a moment about my chances of striking a romantic conversation if I was a total stranger. I could easily tell that I would be very nervous.
 
When the train arrived, I waited till Meera got in and then I entered through the other door. I had made up a role to play in front of her and other passengers.
My seat was a lower birth. Meera was allotted side upper birth, which was on the aisle. She put her bag on the top and sat down on the side lower birth.
An old family of four and other two men occupied the remaining births before the train departed. The old family came with a lot of luggage and I helped them to settle down. The uncle who sat on the side lower birth was a talkative person. When I heard him talking to Meera and asking about her, I was eager to listen.
She was telling him she was going home for a vacation. When uncle asked about her husband, she said her husband was abroad, and he’s about to return in a day.
When Meera told him her vacation is for spending time with her husband, I was impressed. The uncle’s family was also interested to know about her.
The elder woman among them asked about children and other stuff. Meera answered all questions naturally, making it a very interesting watch. It was like she had become another woman. Every word she spoke felt like a new thing to me. Most of them were lies. But she let out a feeling that she was eager to meet her loving husband, and it made me feel proud inside.
When the uncle turned to me to ask about me, I decided to keep up with her game.
I said I was going home to help a friend get married to a girl he loves. My reply caught everyone’s attention. I had to elaborate. I said my friend who lives in Hyderabad wanted my help to elope with his girlfriend because her family was against the marriage.
“Are you married?”
The question came from Meera.
I smiled at her. “I am married. My family is staying back at Pune.”
 
When the coach attendant delivered blankets and linen to all, the uncle asked Meera if she was comfortable settling on the upper birth. He requested me to exchange my lower birth with her, considering that I was the younger of two persons holding the lower births.
I instantly agreed.
Meera gave me a generous smile. “Thank you.”
“You are most welcome.”
The politeness in our behavior made me laugh inside. I knew we were going to laugh later about every word we spoke. I had forgotten about Desai and all other stuff in my life. My life was suddenly filled with fun and joy.
When we exchanged our seats Meera asked my name.
I sat on the lower birth opposite her and smiled at her before I replied.
“My name is Krish. And yours?”
“Meera.”
“Meera, nice name.”
“Thank you.”
“And you look beautiful, too,” I said, looking into her eyes. She smiled elegantly.
It was the moment she earned my awe for playing a married woman to perfection. It was the polite way she could respond to a stranger’s apparent attempt to flirt with her. I felt it would make my day if I managed to get a kiss from her before the end of this journey.
When a tea seller passed by, I offered her tea. She politely refused. But when the old family took out some homemade snacks and invited us to have a bite, she joined readily.
I wondered if she was acting tough on me. However, when a coffee seller appeared, she turned to me.
“Coffee?”
I nodded readily. “Yeah, sure.”
“You drink coffee only,” I said while sipping the coffee.
She nodded. “But only once in a day.”
“I drink a lot of them. My work is one such.”
She asked about my work. I spoke the truth now. When I asked her about her work, she too spoke the truth. It was only when I asked her about her husband she got creative.
She revealed her husband had been in Saudi Arabia for two years.
“For two years you haven’t seen your husband?” I stressed on ‘for two years’ as I spoke.
“Not like that,” Meera said quickly. “We do video chat almost frequently.”
“Oh, video chat. You can do that. But I can see that you’re excited to be with him in real after two years.”
“Yes, I am very excited.” Meera's eyes shone as she spoke of her ‘husband’. It was fun to chat with her. As I engaged her in a long chat, the old family too joined. When one of the women asked if she hadn’t thought about having kids, she smiled.
“I have thought about it. Probably, this time.”
“That’s good.” The elder woman bobbled her head pleasingly. “When he returns to you next time, there should be another member in your family.”
I gave Meera a naughty smile.
“How long will he be there?”
“One and a half months.”
“That’s more than enough for the mission.” Meera's eyes began to widen before she controlled her reaction to put up an innocent face and asked, “What mission?”
I laughed a little. “What mission, huh?”
She asked me why I didn’t bring my wife along. I said she’s a working woman and she did not get leave.
“Also, I did not force her because I have a job to do and it won’t let me enjoy the vacation with her.”
"Oh, you have job to do." She smiled. "Uniting two lovers. How are you gonna do that?"
I made up a story of how I would make a late-night trip to the girl's village and take her to Bangalore all the way. My friend would be waiting there and they would get married at a temple. I said my friend has made the arrangements at the temple.
Meera wished me all success with my secret mission. When she said the word 'mission', she matched the slang with the way I spoke the word a few minutes earlier.
It showed how much she was enjoying our role-playing. It was a new, exciting experience because we were doing it in a public space. It was going to be another adventure that I expected to spice up our sex life. Initially, I was hoping for a quick kiss from this 'co-passenger' but as the journey progressed I envisaged me getting more privileges.
However, there was a twist in the story.
 

...to be continued.

[krish_999]

Chapter Ten continues...

The old man on the other lower birth got down very soon and a young man in his thirties occupied it from Lonavala railway station. The new passenger could not find enough space to keep his bags under the seats. I helped him by turning most of the luggage to make up room for his trolley bags. The long trolley bags under the seat now made it difficult for everyone to keep their legs down. Like a gentleman, he apologised for bringing inconvenience to everyone. 
“No problem, son. It should be in our nature to help each other.” The old man replied. He seemed particularly pleased by the young man's politeness.
When the latter finally got settled down he sat next to me and thanked me. We had a formal chat.
His name was Jai.

I was asking Meera about her favourite places in Pune. Jai observed our conversation for a while and asked where we were from. I said we both were from Kerala.

“I’m amused to see you guys talking in Hindi and English rather than your mother tongue despite belonging to the same state,” Jai said.
It was Meera who replied.
“It’s because of our profession and surrounding. We’ve been here for so long that English and Hindi come to us more naturally. But I’m sure we’ll be switching to Malayalam very soon.”
I kept shaking my head to imply I was going to say exactly that.
“I wish you don’t switch very soon, at least till I get down,” Jai said.
Meera smiled, “And where is that going to be?”
“Fatorda. That’s where my home is.”
“I'm sorry, I've never heard of that place before,” Meera said.
“It's Goa.”
“So, are you working in Lonavala?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Jai shook his head. “I work in the air force.”
When Meera said she was going home to meet her husband who's returning from abroad, Jai said, “well, what a coincidence, because I am the husband who's returning home to meet my wife.”
“Except that you’ll be meeting your spouse sooner than her,” I commented.
Jai said it was only the second time he had been away from his wife after marriage. It was due to his recent transfer to Lonavala.
“I can see you’re kinda hurrying to meet your wife,” I said.
“Of course I am excited about it.” Jai admitted and looked at Meera, “so will be you, won’t you?”
Meera lent him a gorgeous smile.
“Excited cannot be the word, I guess,” I quipped. “Desperation is.”
Meera rolled her eyes at me.
“You are having fun.”
“I am just wondering who’s more desperate.”
“There is no shame in that, is it?” Jai asked Meera. She smiled affirmatively this time.
 
I asked Jai why he didn’t choose to travel by air. “Don’t you guys get free air tickets? The sky is all yours, I guess.”
Jai enjoyed my comment for a moment. “We don't get free air tickets, though we can get some concession, like fifty percent of the base fare.”
“That's also a good deal,” Meera said.
“Well, I have flying anxiety,” Jai said with a smile.
“What anxiety?”
“Flying anxiety. It's basically the fear of flying.”
Meera paused a moment before she replied. “Where did you say you work?”
Jai laughed.
“I know you won't believe it. No one believes it. But it's true.”
“It's really interesting,” Meera said. “But, won’t they fire you for this?”
“No." Jai laughed again. "My job doesn't need me to fly at all. I work on the ground."
"Oh, I see. But I can’t imagine the air force guys working anywhere but planes." Meera said.
"Yeah, it's common for people to have this judgment. People think army guys are always at war on our border, air force guys are always flying, and Navy guys are always on the water. My brother is in the Navy, by the way."
"He's not aqua-phobic, is he?" Meera asked.
Jai was smiling non-stop like a boy, "You're not just beautiful, you got a great humor sense. A complete package."
Now it was Meera who was smiling all the way. "Are you flattering me?"
"Stop pretending like this is the first time you're hearing this. You were one of the firsts in the queue when God was selling looks, I can see that for sure.”
His replies were making her blush. Her cheeks were turning red and I couldn't stop admiring how beautiful she looked now. It amazed me how she was enjoying being at the receiving end of this unexpected, sudden flirting. And it amazed me even more how she was willing to participate.
"It's now obvious what you're doing. Stop it," she said.
"Stop what?"
"Stop working so hard on whatever you're trying to do."
"My nature stops me from not being a hard worker," Jai said, "because I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be getting anything for free. I know I don’t look that handsome despite having fair skin and a muscular body. Honestly, I don’t even know what’s wrong with me but I know something’s wrong. Can you tell me what’s wrong with me?”
The quickness in which he spoke those lines and the dramatically innocent face he put up while doing so made me realise how impressive he was in talking.
“The only thing I can tell wrong with you is your tongue.” Meera was now talking directly to him.
“I am very pleased to hear that. It means I am otherwise attractive.”
“Not exactly. I meant you would have looked attractive if you kept your mouth closed, at least when told.”
“I am afraid there are so many people here that I can’t give you whatever you’re suggesting indirectly. The only thing I can use is my mouth.”
“Hello! I am not suggesting anything indirectly, okay?”
Jai still kept his cool. “I won’t mind even if you suggested it directly. I mean, who can deny you for anything? Look at this gentleman.” He gestured at me. “He’s a bachelor and he knows that you’re married. But I bet he’ll drop everything and say yes if you happened to propose him right now.”
I laughed. “What?”
Meera stared at Jai and made a disappointed face before turning to me.
“I am sorry, Krish. This man is freshly out from a mental hospital.”
I was amazed by how she was apologizing to me like a stranger she just acquainted with. Meera went on. “He’s from Goa. There he’s a drug addict. He’s been missing his dope for a long time. That’s why he’s not able to stop talking nonsense.”
Jai was laughing now.
However, after making such foot-licking flattery, Jai reverted quickly, apologizing to Meera for his flirty banter.
“I was just kidding. Please don’t take it personally, okay? I know you are married and you love your husband like I love my wife. And I can guess how excited you are at the moment while waiting to meet him after such a long time.”
 
Later when Meera went to the toilet Jai secretly asked me if I was trying to hit on her. I pretended shock.
“What are you saying? I am married too, dude.”
“I wouldn’t blame you even if you did. I mean, look at the woman, dude. She’s so hot. I can’t just stop envying the man – who is her husband. He’ll be dying to see her. He hasn’t met his wife for so long but I can’t stop envying him for being so lucky. He’s got to be very charming on another level– not like me and you – and very handsome.”
 
When Meera returned I decided to make fun of him.
“Jai already knows a few things about your husband.”
Meera looked startled when I said that.
“Jai thinks your husband is very charming, very handsome, and very lucky.”
“Yeah, of course, he is,” Meera blushed. “But how did you know?”
“I just know things.” Jai blinked.
“It will be nice if you showed him a picture of your husband,” I said, wondering how Meera would handle the demand.
“Yeah, I’d like to see the lucky chap,” Jai said.
“No way I am gonna show you any photo. I can’t risk my husband’s wellbeing like that because I know how jealous you may be.”
I thoroughly enjoyed her reply. But it disappointed Jai so much that he sat with her while trying to reason for his demand.
"Look at my eyes. Do I look like a person with an evil eye? No. I can show you my tongue also. It doesn’t have any black spots. I just can’t harm your husband, so don’t worry.”
His arguments went in vain, though. Meera was not going to show him her husband’s photo. Jai remained seated next to her and he showed his wife’s photo to her.
Meera smiled. "She is beautiful."
"I am also lucky, right?"
Meera laughed, "Yeah."
 
I needed to visit the toilet and when I returned my seat was taken by one of the other passengers. I sat with the old man on the side seat. Jai was still talking to Meera. I watched her smiling and then pulled out my phone.
‘You have a fanboy over there.’ I messaged her.
Her phone buzzed. She smiled when she read the message and began to type without looking at me.
‘Jealous?’
I couldn’t stop smiling. ‘I love being jealous.’ I replied.
‘He’s overly flirty.’ Came her reply.
‘He’s got limited time only.’
‘You don’t want to stop me?'
‘I wouldn’t mind a show.’
‘Don’t come to me later saying you can’t handle your weapons.’
‘I’ll handle it myself. I’m telling you beforehand this time.’
Meera bit her lips now. She was struggling hard not to look straight at me before she typed her reply.
‘Don’t overdo it. Idiot husband.’
Jai was watching how her eyes were glued onto the phone screen. I brought it to her attention with my next message.
‘Your fan is envious because you are flirting with your husband.’
‘Isn’t that what you want to see?’
‘I want to see much more.’
She read my message and kept her phone down on her thigh, its screen facing downward. I wondered if I got overly enthusiastic. The fact was that I was enjoying the sight of her flirting with a man she had just met.
Meera casually tilted her head as if to tuck loose hair behind her ear, and threw me a glance. I looked on, giving her a challenge.
She grabbed her phone and began to type again, and it was on my screen in a second.
‘When you went to the washroom he touched my hand.’
My heart skipped a beat. I did not know how to respond now. For once I wondered if she was lying to tease me. However, I loved to believe it. The more I thought about it, the warmer I felt. It was something I wasn’t even thinking about until a moment ago, but the next moment I was not only thinking but becoming crazy to think about it. There was a whole crowd sitting disciplined around me and my wife, starting from an old family who directly interacted with us to many others who did not. And beyond their entire combined cognizance, a game of mischief and arousal had begun. I felt the man sitting a foot away from my wife was just a pawn in her hand to help me enjoy this short journey.
Suddenly I knew how to respond to Meera's tease.
‘Give him some space baby. He can do a lot more than that.’
Meera was biting her lips again. She did not bother to type a reply, making me wonder how she was going to take my suggestion.
Jai told her something. She shook her head sideways to gesture ‘nothing’ and put her phone down. It was more of a gesture directed at me. She was done chatting with me and now it was time to face her new admirer.
The old man was asking me something and I had to avert my eyes. He sought my attention to the sight of road construction near the railway track. It was a new highway under construction. As the old man soon turned my complete attention to the outside world with a detailed narration of the past and future of the controversial road construction, I couldn’t follow what Meera and Jai were up to for the next ten minutes. The longer I kept my eyes off them, the more desperate I became to turn backward and check them out. But the fear of turning other’s attention to them stopped me from doing so. By the time the old man gave me a break and I managed to casually throw a glance around, one of the elder women stood up and began to arrange their blanket, blocking my view.
I felt the world was conspiring something around me.
To do what?
I asked myself and the question did not panic me. I still knew there was a limit of things this new admirer could do with my wife and my only concern was the lack of view. And I waited.
When the woman sat down and finally gave me the view I wanted, I saw Meera and Jai sitting together, just like the way they were before all these anxious minutes. Nothing had happened, except that they were now fully engaged in a one-on-one discussion. My anxiety quickly became a disappointment. That’s when I admitted to myself that I was willing to see some action. I wanted my wife to seduce this guy before this journey ended.
 
When the train stopped at a major railway station, I decided to buy some food for dinner. I got up and courteously asked Meera if she had brought dinner from home.
“No. I haven’t brought anything for dinner,” She said and began to get up. But Jai stopped her.
“Don’t worry, Meera; I have brought enough for two persons.” He said quickly and while saying he briefly grabbed her hand to bring her attention to his bag. “I have packed dinner from my canteen. I’m sure it’ll be sufficient for us.”
While walking to the exit door, I couldn’t help but wonder what was stamped more into my psyche – the sight of him grabbing my wife’s wrist or the sound of him pronouncing the word ‘for us’.
 
 
I returned to the coach with parcelled dinner and sat with the old man who had brought his tiffin. Jai had shifted his position to the opposite side, and he had opened his packed dinner on the small side table while Meera curiously watched what was in it. I saw her smiling at him and saying ‘wow’. Jai took a small piece of something – a sweet it turned out to be – from it and fed directly into her mouth. She paused a moment to acknowledge his gesture and then opened her mouth.
I was forced to look away lest I should be caught gawking at a newly met young couple sharing moments of friendship. I sulkily turned my attention to my plate; nevertheless, I kept checking them out frequently. Meera had accepted Jai’s invite and they ate from the same tiffin boxes.
  
When Meera went to wash her hand I followed her and asked how was her new friend’s food. It was when I momentarily dropped the pretence of playing strangers without really thinking about it.
“It was good military food.” Meera's reply was short. But she sounded so strange to me that I quickly realised that she was strictly sticking to our role-play mode. It was the moment I wondered if she was the one enjoying the game more. As Jai too reached behind her and asked her if the gravy was too spicy for her, she turned to him with a pleasant smile.
“No, because of the sweet you gave me. I loved it.”
“Loved which one? The sweet or me?” Jai’s quick tease earned him a pinch on his arm with her wet fingers.
While washing the small tiffin boxes in the washbasin they stood very close and I couldn’t help but notice the natural affinity between them. Their elbows were touching without looking conscious about it.
When they finished, Meera handed Jai the tiffin boxes and went to the washroom. Jai turned and smiled at me.
“Sorry I overtook you,” he said.
“Not an issue. You are having a good time with the lady.” I quipped.
He glanced toward the closed washroom door while replying to me, “Yeah, it feels like my journey has become shorter.”
I wasn’t surprised.
“She seems impressed. Are you onto something?” I asked.
“It would be bad if I didn’t get a kiss at least, wouldn’t it?”
 
If I remember, I was the dumbest person on that train. Because this man was talking about his wish to be kissed by my wife and I did not even once think about stopping him fulfil that wish. Instead, I stood there smiling at him wondering how he was going to accomplish it.
 
When I went to my seat I pulled out my mobile and messaged Meera.
‘Dude wants to kiss you.’
 Meera replied a moment later, possibly from the washroom.
‘Did you ask him?’
‘Yeah’
Her next message came a few seconds later. ‘What did you say’
‘I wished him all the best’
‘moron’
‘He’s charming,’ I teased.
‘you are the moron’
‘Will you kiss him?’
‘No way.’
‘You won’t see him after this’
‘So?’
‘So….maybe.’
‘You are THE moron.’
‘A kiss is harmless.’
Why was I doing this? I would ask myself later. Because it excited me. I reckon it is like booze.
Meera did not reply to my last message. She completely ignored me when she returned to the bay. She sat opposite Jai.
 
One of the elder women requested Jai to take her middle birth so that she could sleep in his lower birth. Jai was happy to help.
“No problem aunty, I’m ready to sleep anywhere except on the floor.” His reply made Meera chuckle. She saw me watching her smile, and she kept her eyes on me for a while. Her eyes spoke vividly and I eyed at Jai. She looked on and on and slowly looked away. I felt she was going to consider my hint. I had instant arousal for no reason.
 
Jai asked her to change the seat to sit with him but she refused. He nevertheless managed to sit next to her after a while when the elderly women decided to lie down on their respective seats. As the women vacated the space next to Meera, Jai quickly shifted himself there. I caught Meera holding back a smile as Jai deliberately nudged her elbow.  After a pause, he turned his face to look at her directly, and she still held her face straight. He nudged again, and slowly grabbed her palm. This time she turned her eyes to him. He told her something which I couldn’t even guess but made her smile. She bobbled her head slowly and freed her palm from his hand. He did not pursue further.
 
The train was slowing down at an approaching station. When it finally stopped, Jai touched her hand again and pointed outside the window. He leaned closer to tell something in her ears, and her response was uncanny. She began to acknowledge what she heard before she gave him a quick look to pretend anger and then invariably began to chuckle. She looked up and down a couple of times before she returned her eyes to the stuff Jai had turned her attention to. I couldn’t see what it was and I wanted to look. I had no idea what was going on except that he was making a joke about something. I guessed it could be a dirty joke. I kept trying to catch the view through the window, in vain, until the train moved.
I wanted to message her to know what it was all about. But with Jai sitting so close to her, I didn’t think she would reply to me.
Jai kept talking to her in a muted voice. There was no way I could hear it. But I could make out she was actively enjoying and responding to his flirting. At times she looked shocked or surprised and even in denial to his banter, only to follow it up with a cute smile. The only thing I could do was to admit that I was jealous of this guy for the way he was making my wife forget about our little game of roleplaying.
But I didn’t mean to say that I regretted my idea of roleplaying during this journey. I was still enjoying the sight of Meera giving herself completely to this guy’s fun talk. I was the one who wanted her to be free and be expressive in front of my eyes. I wanted her to have a little fun and I had conveyed my wish to her very well. It was even possible that she was doing it all for me. Perhaps she was upset by her overreaction to my behaviour on the previous night and that might be the reason why she was pretending to be lost in Jai’s charm.
They talked more than twenty minutes before Meera decided to make her bed. When she stood up and took the pillow from the clothing stand, she inadvertently exposed her midriff. Jai took a glance before he looked downward and dramatically covered his eyes with his palm. Meera looked at him and pushed him on his cheek.
She said something that made him bobble. It was sure that she wasn’t disturbed by the fact that she had exposed her midriff. I wanted to witness more of such events.
 
Everyone was preparing to sleep. I climbed onto my birth and lay down. 
Meera was going to spread the bedsheet on her birth, and Jai helped her by lifting his middle birth to set up his bed too. When Jai went to fetch drinking water, I decided to chat with her and quickly grabbed my mobile to send a text.
‘How is your lover?’
Meera's phone buzzed but she went on to finish spreading the bedsheet on the seat. When she finally sat down and read the message, she looked at me before typing a reply.
‘Weren’t you watching?’
‘You weren’t doing anything.’ I typed quickly.
‘Are you disappointed?’
‘Slightly’
‘Pervert’
‘I love you, honey.’
‘I doubt that’
‘Tell me about your lover.’
‘He gave me a lecture on how to welcome my husband day on arrival.’
‘How is that?’
‘Like how to please my husband -  I mean you.’
‘Nice guy. I like him.’
‘He cares about you too – I mean my hubby’
‘Give me some details.’
‘A couple of tricks to do.’
‘Such as?’
‘One’s about giving head.’
I wondered if she was making it up to tease me.
‘Wow. He's taken it that far?' I texted further.
'isn't it what you wanted?'
'Yes. Are you gonna try it on me tomorrow.’
‘Maybe.’
‘I can’t wait baby. What else.’
‘He’s getting overly close.’
‘He was just sitting there.’
‘You didn’t see him touching me?’
‘Your hand, right?’
‘You noticed?’
‘Come on. He’s a desperate hubby.’
‘His desperation might earn him a slap.’
‘Show him some kindness baby’
‘He wants me to sit with him like couples’
‘It's okay.’
‘While holding around me.’
‘Did he touch anywhere else?’
‘He’s going to, I guess.’
‘Don't disappoint him, baby.’
‘You moron’
‘Let him hug you once.’
‘He is crazy about my back’
‘Who can't be?’
‘Moron. Idiot.’
‘What about his kiss. Is it coming?’
‘No’
‘Please’
‘Don't do it. Krish’
‘It's okay, baby. Give him one kiss.‘
‘Are you hard?
‘Very hard’
‘You need to shag. It'll clear your head’
‘Only after you tell me you kissed him. And let him touch your belly. I saw him looking at it.’
‘Somebody's gonna see.’
‘No one is gonna see. No one knows you. It's the perfect place for some fun baby.’
‘And you are going to watch, right?’
‘Not if you switch off the light.’
‘I’ll switch off the light.’
‘Promise me you’ll tell me tomorrow. Word by word.’
‘If somebody wrote a story about us, you’d be the villain in it.’
Her comment brought a wicked smile to my lips.
‘No. I won’t be. Because villains are eventual losers. I won’t lose you ever.’
‘Your concept of losing is different. You want me to be taken by a man you’ve just met.’
‘I don’t think about losing. I’m just crazy about winning you back.’
She did not reply to that message. She kept her mobile down and looked up for a long moment. I could not make out what she was thinking about my statement.
The uncle on the birth under me switched off the light in our bay but the lights in the other bays were still on.
 
Jai returned with a bottle of mineral water. I heard him asking Meera if she was going to sleep. He wanted to sit with her for a while. When Meera stood up to face the mirror and tie her hair, he shifted to the window seat.
It was obvious that he was not in the mood to sleep so soon. I casually pulled the blanket over my head, using the excuse of chilling cold in the ac coach, only to leave a small gap under the blanket to keep an eye on the lower birth.
Meera eventually sat on the seat and Jai right away grabbed her hand to gesture her to move closer. She asked him something before she half-heartedly relented. He turned to her and touched the edge of her blazer with his left hand. She looked down at her outfit and nodded. Then she grabbed one of the linen bed sheets and handed it to him. He was probably talking about rising cold but it was simply an excuse to touch her.
Jai put the linen sheet partly over him and cracked a joke that made Meera smile. My view was partially hampered the next moment as somebody switched off the light in the next bay and it spread darkness in our bay too. As if he was waiting for it, Jai turned right on his seat, folding his right knee and bringing it between him and Meera. And then he put his both arms around her. It was indeed an awkward pose to hug her but I was rather surprised by the lack of visible objection from her. There was still light coming from the farthest bays and I could see where his arms were. He was leaning forward. His left hand was touching her belly. But Meera was paying more attention to his whispers than his hands. He was telling her things that she was keen to listen and he was making her respond favorably. Meera grabbed his hand that was playing with her belly. There was a hint of objection from her side, but it only helped him become more playful by using his other hand to pull her closer to him.
The man was making physical moves on my wife, and I was getting the scene I was unknowingly waiting for. Meera tried to free her from his hands, though without making a noisy move. Then he stopped and suggested her something. She gazed straight at him and then checked out all the other passengers including me. I was sure she could not see me watching her. I learned Jai’s idea the next moment as Meera turned to her right to keep her both legs straight on the seat. Jai quickly grabbed her from behind and pulled her closer. She leaned her back on his chest, and he leaned back onto the window-side wall, finally managing to put his both arms around her and bring her into an embrace. I was stunned by the way Meera settled into his arms. It was like she was feeling cold and she needed his warmth to feel better. As if my guess was right, Jai spread the blanket over her body to cover up to her neck. Her body was now not visible to me, and so were his arms.
Jai pulled her even closer and Meera lay her head on his right shoulder, granting him more intimacy. I saw some movement of his hands under the blanket and I felt he was trying to touch her boobs. Meera grabbed the edge of the blanket and kept it from moving away, confirming my thought. She folded her legs and brought the knees up to create space between the blanket and her body, and I could no longer see Jai's hand movements under the cloth.
Meera was slowly making my secret wishes explicitly true. I could not see anything clearly but I could see enough to understand that Jai was fondling my wife’s breasts. Her left cheek was rubbing against his face.
Someone switched off the light in another bay too. It spread more darkness. Jai grabbed the opportunity to suddenly bring his left hand to turn her head to him and kiss her.
Meera was startled for once and moved back at first. But after a second her lips were welcoming him. I could only widen my eyes. I could see his jaw movement as he sucked on her lips without hiding his thirst.
It seemed my wife had submitted completely to the kiss. Her mouth was open for a few seconds, giving him access to taste her tongue. Jai's left hand moved back inside the blanket, I could guess that he was hurrying to touch her breasts again. I couldn't make out whether he was doing it over her top or he had managed to go inside her top this time. However, Meera had no objection to any of his moves, as she sat almost still for a few seconds. I knew she wouldn't want to make a move that would wake another passenger. I wondered if she even had a distant idea that I was watching. I could no more lie idle. I slowly turned my body to bring myself to lie on my stomach, with the blanket still covering my body from head to toe except for a small gap I had managed to leave near my face to see the action on Meera's birth. My dick was craving for some attention and my right hand went under my body to slide inside my pants and touched it. The feeling was simply heavenly.
My dick was rock hard and wet with precum. I pushed it between my thighs without making any other body movement, and it felt like I was pushing it inside Meera's pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined that I was Jai. I imagined that he was lying behind Meera and slowly sliding her pants down, reaching for her hole from behind. She would resist, but not enough to stop him from slowly pushing his dick into her from behind. They both would do it very slowly and quietly, for the fear of getting caught by fellow passengers. I could imagine the pleasure Jai would be having while pushing his dick into her married pussy. That she hadn't supposedly enjoyed the pleasure for the last two years would only add to his thrills. Meera would moan slightly and then for the fear of making another noise she would bite one tip of the bedsheet and hold her body stiff to let him penetrate her. He wouldn't breathe until he pushed it deepest into her pussy, and then he would adjust his body behind her while relishing every inch of her pussy. Meera would keep looking for signs of any of the passengers waking up, and she would also keep ensuring that her husband is asleep on his birth, while preparing her body to welcome the forbidden pleasure of orgasm by yet another man.
I kept moving my hand and imagined the whole scene like one I had seen in a Hollywood movie long ago. I had become Jai and in my head, he was fucking my wife slowly. Very soon I was ejaculating in huge bursts, almost drenching my underwear. 
 
It took me a couple of minutes before I recovered from the jolt of pleasance and had a look at the lower birth. Unlike what I had visualised in my head, Meera had stopped after the kiss. She had freed herself from Jai's arms. Jai was forced to wind up and he was climbing onto his middle birth. Meera quickly arranged the blanket on her birth and settled down. I saw her looking at me before covering her face with the blanket. 
It was the last sight I remembered before I slipped into sleep.
 
When I woke up in the morning, Meera was still asleep. The train had already crossed Madgaon railway station. And Jai's birth was empty.
 

I smiled at Meera as I got down. Her response was an unusual stare. I guessed that she was angry for the previous night. She had the right to be. I smiled at her again, even though she had looked away. My eyes remained on her and I felt my body becoming warm. Yet another man's hands and lips were on her. Why on earth does that knowledge make me hard again and again? I wanted to stop playing our role-play game and choke her with my kisses. I wanted to tell her that she's everything to me. I wanted her to understand that her little fling with a stranger wouldn't offend me one bit.
 
I was content with my thought process. I thought I had encouraged her to have some fun with the man because I had it under control. There was nothing that could go wrong. It was just a kiss and some harmless touches. That too, right in front of my eyes and a few feet away from other passengers. There was nothing that could go wrong, I believed.
 
Until she told me how it all had gone wrong.
“Krish, you think you're under control and everything will go as you wish. But you're an idiot to trust me and push me into this. Because I'm not under control, not always. You've no idea what happened because you were sleeping.”
“Kissing and touching stuff. Isn't what happened?”
I asked, my voice filled with confidence.
Meera looked at me with uncertainty.
“Krish. When I went to the washroom after that kissing and touching, he came after me. He was with me in the washroom for half an hour. You can guess what would have happened.”
 
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Answer to that repeated question: On this Sunday.

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Chapter – Eleven

 
We reached home in the afternoon. We were surrounded by our family and relatives for the rest of the day. Meera's mom too had visited.
Despite the happy reunion with our family, Meera's face was sombre in between. I wondered if it was the guilt of taking part in my fantasy again.
It was justified. She had told me never again but I had made her do it again. My adventure had resulted in her being kissed and fondled by another man.
I waited until the night to talk to her.
When we went to bed I apologised.
"I know you are feeling guilty. But you don't have to. It's me who dragged you into that situation. If you want to blame someone then it has to be me. I am sorry but it's part of a little fun we had. Leave it like that. We are here with our family for a few days. So let's forget what happened on the train and let's move on."
"Krish, it's not what you think. You don't know what you are talking about."
"I know what I am talking, baby."
Meera stared at me for a moment.
"What do you know? Tell me."
"Everything. I have seen everything. I had a good view from my birth. I was watching you through the bedsheet."
"Bedsheet!" Meera scoffed. " “Krish, you think you're under control and everything will go as you wish. But you're an idiot to trust me and push me into this. Because I'm not under control, not always. You have no idea what happened because you were sleeping.”
“Kissing and touching stuff. Isn't what happened?”
I asked, my voice filled with confidence.
“Krish," Meera looked at me with uncertainty. "When I went to the washroom after that kissing and touching stuff, he came after me. He was with me in the washroom for half an hour. You can guess what would have happened.”
I was stunned.
I could not say anything for a moment. I could not even think straight and I just kept staring at her. My eyes were as blank as my mind.
Meera knew that I was stunned.
"Now I can see you are shocked. Anybody would be. I..."
She stopped, unsure of what to say. She looked down, avoiding my eyes.
Perhaps she was sparing me from the guilt.
Half an hour. I could guess what would have happened. But I was not willing to believe it.
Did she have sex with him?
It was easy to guess she did but I was not ready to believe it unless she admitted it. I heard someone from my head telling me not to believe what my mind was making me believe.
I could have straightaway asked her if she had sex with Jai but I refrained myself for the fear of her accepting it.
Jai's words came to my mind.
"It would be bad if I didn’t get a kiss at least, wouldn’t it?”
I turned to Meera and sat with her, touched her hand.
"Meera, I am sorry. I slept when I saw you guys settling down in your seats. What happened then?"
Meera shook her head sideways.
"What should I tell you, Krish? We always play with our dignity and we lose it so easily. Our life is some sort of comedy to ourselves."
She cried. My grip on her hand became firmer.
"Don't cry, baby."
But she cried. I put my arms around her and tried to calm her.
 
It took time. Eventually, we talked.
"I never thought it would end like this. When he said it would be bad if he didn't get at least a kiss, I got thrilled. It did not come to my mind that he..." I paused. "Anyways, we have come this far, we shouldn't be afraid to talk about it. If you feel better by sharing."
Meera nodded.
"Yeah, I shouldn't be afraid to talk about it. Where should I start?"
"From the beginning. I mean you know what I don't know."
"The idea of role-playing was good. I enjoyed it a lot. I thought you would be trying to be naughty around me. Like some hanky-panky in front of other passengers. But..."
"That was my intention too, baby." I took her palm in my hands and caressed the back of it as I spoke. "My bad luck. When I saw Jai flirting with you, I was amused because he had no idea who we were. He was flirty, wasn't he?"
"He was overly flirty. I thought you would be offended, but you were you. Moron. How come you never get offended when someone steals your place just like that?"
"You have seen worse of me," I smiled.
"But this was different. We were playing the game for ourselves."
"Tell me what he was telling you."
"I can see you are still curious. Well, initially he was mostly teasing me about getting back to my husband. He said my husband would be excited to meet me and would be planning naughty things to do with me.  I said my husband would be excited because he loves me. Jai said I was pretending shy. He kept teasing me, forcing me to respond."
Meera paused a moment to recollect. "When the train slowed down at a station, Jai showed me a concrete stone structure outside the window. The stone was like, one pole was upright with one half-size pole leaning against it. At first, I didn't get it, but then he commented how it looked like giving a blowjob. It was a dirty joke. I laughed. He said he can guess what I was thinking. He kept saying a lot of things, a lot of jokes, you know the dirty ones. Not the creepy ones. He was eager to talk about oral sex.
When I mentioned that he was eager to talk about oral sex he said who wouldn't be. And he asked about your tongue skills; I mean my husband's tongue skills. I wasn't ready to talk and I pretended offended. He tried to change the subject by showing me a shopping app on his mobile. It was just a way to hook me to his talking, and he again brought back his subject. He shared his headphones with me and we listened together to a narration about the art of giving and taking head. It was interesting to listen. When it was finished, he was telling me how he does it.
When he asked about you again, I lied that you don't do it long enough. Jai said it's a shame. I knew he was taunting me but it excited me because he was doing this in front of other passengers. They were sitting right next to us but still, we were talking dirty stuff.
Not only that, I must say. Your interceptions with our little chat sessions were making me stick to him. You had withdrawn to your seat. You even told me you would like to see me kiss him. I didn't see myself going to do it and it gave me the confidence to keep going.
I decided to challenge Jai and asked him about his so-called skills. He said he's gonna strip his wife the moment she enters their bedroom and her won't let her wear undergarments until he goes back to Lonavala. I was like, are you sure your wife enjoys your torture? He said she loves it when he eats her holes. I was in doubt when he said holes. I ridiculed him, asking how many holes does his wife has. He reacted with surprise that I didn't know about it and I never had it.  I was still in the dark. He said it's a shame that my hubby wasn't giving me such pleasure. He said he's been with me for a few hours only but it's already impossible to take his eyes off my back. He said he would love to split my ass cheeks and run his tongue through the crack. I was like yuk, so disgusting."
I was drawn to the revelation. I had no idea their flirty banter was going in such a dirty direction.
"We were just talking until people were seated in their seats. It's after dinner and when people began to sleep he became physically suggestive. He was touching my arms sometimes casually and sometimes to turn my attention until then. When he moved around to take the window seat and grabbed me to sit with him I was a little embarrassed. My reaction was like, somebody will see, but no one was there to watch what he was doing. I should have told him no at that point. Hell, I did not. I did not stop him when he tried to hold around me. He rubbed around my belly. I looked at you but I found you sleeping. But I knew you were watching me secretly. After all, you were my husband. I mean, I knew you. You must be watching me when I wasn't looking at you. So when he turned to me and helped himself to get more of me, I didn't refuse, though I said 'you'd wake people up and they'll see,' but he managed to stop me after pulling the linen sheet over me. He pulled me closer and he touched my breasts. I can't tell you what I was thinking. But I allowed him to touch me. He rubbed his face against my neck. I felt good, honestly. But when he asked for a kiss I refused. I thought he was talking about lip kiss but he then touched between my legs, over the pants and under the linen sheet, and said 'I'm sure you'd love my lips here.' I was like ice melted. Somebody switched off the lights and he used the opportunity to tilt my head and kiss me. I looked at you to see if you're watching, but you were sleeping, with a bedsheet over your head. The next few minutes I didn't see anything, I couldn't say anything. I don't know what I was doing. I was like, totally surrendered. He kissed me properly. I mean we kissed, I have no shame to accept that; you're the one who wanted me to kiss him, aren't you?"
I nodded. I was the one who wanted her to kiss him.
Meera went on without waiting for my response. "My shamelessness lies in the fact that I went too far with him. His arms...were everywhere. He wasn't trying to get under my clothes, so it didn't freak me out as it should. He caressed my breasts with one hand and the other was over my stomach. Then he simply placed his palm between my legs until he finished the kiss. I looked at you again and you were sleeping. I thought you might only want to hear about it, or whatever I don't know. Jai caressed between my legs and honestly, it felt good. It felt good. I doubt I would have stopped him if he had put his hand inside my pants. But for some reason he didn't. Instead, he whispered that I am so beautiful that I have the power to make him a slave to me. A slave that would do anything for me. He then said he had no plan to test my loyalty to my husband, he only wanted to express the depth of his passion for me.
I asked him what is it that he wanted to do for me. He said he would love to lick my feet, the underneath of it. He would enjoy the feeling of licking the dirt off my feet by rolling his tongue. It was nasty, I said. But he had nastier ideas. He rubbed between my ass cheeks over my pants and he said he would love to lick me there. It was crazy stuff. He said your husband wouldn't do it. I said no one would be that crazy.
He didn't stop there. He explained in detail how he would do it. How he would spread my ass cheeks and press his mouth between them and all. About rolling his tongue over my hole. He kept saying that he's my slave. He made me accept him as my slave. He made me say things like I would love to make him lick my ass hole.
I still didn't think he meant any of it. I asked him if he didn't think somebody will notice. He said nobody will notice. I asked him why not. He said he's got ideas and the only thing he's concerned about was whether I would let him lick me from behind. I still thought it was all about talking and I said I should enjoy it. He went on to say he would love to see me bending forward and lower my pants. It was outright dirty stuff but it was so arousing when he said he would kneel and start licking me.
I teased him if he was going to do it in there itself. He said next time when I visit the washroom he would come along. He would kneel on the floor and I would lower my pants and turn my back to him, letting him enjoy the sight. And then he would start licking. He said I can grab his head from behind and pull toward me and make him do it until I feel enough. He asked me if I would do it.
I said it was gross. He said he's hard as hell by just thinking about it and he's about to cum in his pants. He said it's insane pleasure to cum in one's pants, without even having to touch it.
I said his novel idea would only freak me out. But he knew it from my breathing that I wouldn't. I accepted that I would love to do it. I thought it's his fantasy. I didn't know he would try to do it in real. He stopped with a kiss under my ear and let me go."
As she was narrating the other side of what I had already witnessed, it was becoming live in my head. I remembered how Jai was sucking my wife's lips. Despite the darkness in the bay, I had seen his jaw movement. He must have gotten the taste of her blood from her mouth, I supposed.
Meera went on.
"He climbed up his birth and I settled in mine. Finally, it was over, I thought, and I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I realised my panty was slightly wet. I went to the washroom after some time. After washing myself, when I opened the door he was there. Jai was standing right there and he moved inside before I could get out."
Meera paused as if to think about how to put the shocking incident into words.
"I didn't even think about shouting because of the shock, and Jai quickly bolted the door from inside. I began asking what he was doing. Even when I was asking I knew that it shouldn't be how I should respond but my response was unapologetically casual, I think. If I ask myself now I don't have an answer why I didn't push him out or why I didn't get out myself. He said 'please, I came to see you, I can't sleep.' I was like, 'what'. He knelt on the floor and touched my legs - my thighs. When I moved back, he moved forward. The space to move was limited. He said he came to see me because I had promised him something. I was shocked. He held my thighs and tried to turn me. He asked me to turn and I still didn't know if he was going to do it. He turned me just half to my left and he leaned on his knees to press his face directly behind my ass. It was over my jeans, but I could still make out that he was trying to kiss at the centre. I asked him to stop, I said it's disgusting. He said he only needed a few minutes, otherwise, he wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night. 'Please, let me,' he begged. He was pushing his face hard under my bum, and he had my back turned to him now. 'I'm gonna lick you now, I want to taste it,' he kept mumbling and asked me to lower my jeans. I remember saying no, but I couldn't stop him from doing it. He pulled down my jeans and panties together. I felt shivering not because of cold air hitting my ass cheeks but because this man was looking straight into it. It was so uncomfortable and demeaning, yet I stopped resisting whatever he was going to do. I thought he would stare a few seconds and quit it. But the next thing I felt was his mouth pressing straight into there. My head fell off my neck and closed my eyes out of shame. I was so shameless that I didn't die when this stranger was pressing his mouth into my ass. I felt his lips, his tongue moving around it, while he parted my ass cheeks with his hands. He still wasn't getting enough of me, he urged me to bend forward. He only needed to tell me once. I bent forward, leaning over the washbasin. He was such a bastard, he knew how it would make me surrender. He licked thoroughly, around the hole there, and then across the butt crack. And he was moaning while doing it. I could only make some stupid noise. I have experienced men going crazy over my body but this man was insane. It would be wrong if I called it sex. It was something else. There was a taboo feeling attached to it because a man whose wife was waiting at his home for him was sticking his tongue into my hole.
I thought it would end after his initial craze but secretly I craved for him to continue. I ended up almost leaning over the washbasin and grabbed the water tap for support. I had to close my eyes to avoid the distraction of my surroundings. It was something I had never experienced and something that I knew I would never live again. I'm ashamed to tell you that I didn't even think about you during all this..." Meera paused again and looked at me apologetically. "I am ashamed, Krish. I should have thought about you. I should have thought about his wife."
"Don't be ashamed about it," I said. "It doesn't bother me as you think. I'm glad that you were enjoying it."
Meera stared at me for a second.
"Wouldn't you have stopped me if you knew what I was doing with him?"
"I would have enjoyed it because you said you were enjoying."
I replied blatantly.
Meera became silent again. I felt I needed to open up further to make her comfortable.
"I'm…well I shouldn’t hide it. My thing has woken up. Just by listening. You said it was something new. That's exactly what we got. It turns me on greatly when I think how he was licking you over here."
I reached around and caressed her ass cheeks. Meera began to tell something but I had sealed her mouth with a kiss. She sat idle as I sucked on her soft lips.
"Are you visualising it?"
Meera asked when the kiss was over.
I smiled, "tell me more about it, baby."
She reached for my dick. It was hard. I wasn't shy. 
"You're always hard," Meera said.
"You make me hard always."
I leaned forward to kiss her again, and she moved her head back a little. But I pushed my body further to lay her on the bed and climbed over her. I kissed her again and my hand went down for her panty. I pulled it half with my hand and rest with my foot. I hurriedly pulled down my pants just enough to take out my dick and pushed it into her. She moaned as if my sudden push ached her.
"Aaah... Krish!"
I hadn't gone completely inside. I spread her legs further and pushed again.
"Aaaah..." Her moan was louder. "Krish, please!"
I felt sorry for hurting her. But I knew she was going to enjoy it from the next moment as I slowly began to move my dick in and out of her.
"What did he do then?" I asked.
"He..." Meera looked into my eyes for a second. She ran her palm over my face and smiled. "He went back...after he had enough."
"Just licking?"
"Mmm...he licked me for ten minutes."
"How did you feel?"
"I felt disgusted at first. Then I felt good. Very good."
"I envy him."
"What!" Meera looked at him in doubt.
"The idea makes me hard. I want to lick you, my baby."
I didn't wait for her response. I pulled out of her and moved backwards on my knees. I bent down and licked her pussy lips first. They were partially open, still recovering from my penetration. Meera gasped. I lifted her waist with my arms under her ass cheeks and spread them. I could see the hole with wrinkles around it. It wasn't the first time I was looking at it. But it was the first time I felt thirsty about it. I did not wait anymore. I pressed my tongue and gave a strong lick over it.
"Oh, Krish!"
Meera gasped.
It was a signal that she was living the pleasure again. I licked again, this time slower and wetter. Meera gasped again. I lifted her waist again to lick along her butt crack. I moaned like crazy like I supposed Jai would have moaned when he licked her.
My tongue went thirstier with each passing moment and I didn't want to stop. I tried to stick my tongue inside the hole in vain except that I tickled her.
"Krish, this is enough, will you stop please?" Meera pleaded.
"Baby I want to do more."
I confessed. I got up and lowered my pants to unravel my manhood again. It was hard and oozing precum. It was a lot messier than usual and I knew I was ready to do anything.
"Baby, I want to do more."
I said again.
"Do whatever you want, Krish. I am your night slave."
Her response was a reference to Jai's submission to her. He had told her that he wanted to be her slave. Now she was mine. It only added fuel to my burning hunger. I wetted her hole by rubbing my bare dick into it with my precum.
"Slow, Krish," Meera warned.
I spat onto it to wet it further and I pushed. Meera cried. I did not stop. Her struggling voice was killing me. I pushed harder and harder, repeatedly, until I was inside. After the initial struggles, Meera became accustomed to the feeling. Her voice became narrow. The pain was gone. I assumed it was time for pleasure, and I began to finger her pussy while moving my dick in and out of her ass. Meera's breathing got heavier again, and she came sooner than I thought, that too with a scream.
I pulled out and jerked my dick to make myself cum, and spattered it all over her belly.
I fell next to her, panting for a minute.
"You good?" Meera asked me, as if in disbelief.
"If it wasn't for the experiment with Jai, I would have never thought of this," I admitted. "I am crazily attracted to you, baby. I don't want to stop by any means. I want to express it. I want to surrender to your beauty."
Meera nodded and put her hand around me.
"I try to stop but always play with my life. I fear I'm gonna lose you again, Krish." Her voice was soft. "I don't want to lose you. I love you more than anything."
"This feeling, that we are together is the greatest feeling I've ever had," I said and kissed her forehead. "I will never lose you, baby, no matter what."
I promised.
It was another episode that had my life on the edge.
 
The following night Meera mentioned having kids. Her mom had suggested a good doctor to her.
"I had a tough time convincing her that we don't have physical issues. "
Meera said.
"You can tell her that we are not ready to have kids."
"I told her. But I can't blame her; her wish is justified, isn't it?"
I nodded.
"Isn't it time to fulfil her wish, baby?"
She asked me softly.
"We can't have children for the sake of others, Meera," I said.
"It's not others, it's my mom."
"I do love and respect her. Her wish is justified, you are right. But parenthood can't be a choice made like that. We need to be ready."
"But when will we ready? First, you said you need to financially steady. Now we both are working. How much steadiness do you want?"
"Baby, we can't argue like this forever. It won't be nice. We will wait at least until we go back to our old house."
"But the construction hasn't even begun. It will take a long time."
"We'll figure it out. Please understand."
The conversation had gone sour. We did not have sex that night.
 
The next day I left for Bangalore. I was befriended by a man in the hotel reception who asked me if I wanted the company of girls. I refused.
When I went home the next weekend I thought about saying no to the man's offer. I looked at Meera's face and felt proud about choosing to be faithful to her. Meera was smiling at me, waiting to be kissed.
"What are you thinking?" She asked.
"Nothing," I said.
That night I was wild in bed.  I licked her pussy for long enough to make her cum and I didn't hesitate dancing my tongue around her ass hole too.
 
Meera's life took a heavy blow the next day as her mother suffered a heart attack. Her mother did not survive.
"My parents have left me now. I have only you now, Krish. Promise me you’ll never leave me."
Meera wept. Her sorrow was amplified by the thought that she could not show a baby's feet to her mom which was the latter's ultimate wish.  I was at loss for words to console her.
I took a few days off to remain with Meera during the mourning. Meera took time to settle with reality. By the time I finished my training at Bangalore, we completed the land registration too.
Sam called me nearly two weeks after the death of my mother-in-law. He talked emotionally.
"We were close friends, Krish. Now it's so broken that even death in our families can't make us talk, isn't it?"
I felt bad. I promised that I would meet him when I return.
 
By the time we returned to Pune, I had almost forgotten about Susheel Desai. It was like the monster did not exist. But the truth was that he had gone nowhere.
I learned it the very next day of reaching Pune.
 
 

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[krish_999]

Chapter - Twelve

We reached Pune on Saturday.

Our flat needed a lot of cleaning. Our neighbour Pawan invited us over for dinner and it helped. 
Pawan was at his usual self of overtly friendly and by now it did not feel any strange. Sheetal was wearing a nighty and she looked fine. She was a bit shy around me and I thought it was because I was seeing her in a nighty for the first time. I had to force her to sit with us during dinner.
We sat on their balcony and had chitchat for an hour after dinner. Pawan asked me if I got plans to buy the flat I lived in.
"No, Pawan. We are planning to renovate our old house and go back. We're waiting for the road construction to finish," I said.
 
"Our neighbours are very fond of us, aren't they?" Meera asked me when we returned. "It's like they don't want us to go."
I nodded.
"They must be feeling lonely here."
Meera added.
"Yeah, they don't have many friends here, despite living here for long. Childlessness makes it worse." I said.
"In that sense, we're also lonely, aren't we?"
Meera asked. I knew where the talk was going.
It was again one of those conversations when she reminded me about having kids. I passively dismissed it as usual.
 
The next evening I went to meet Sam. I had bought some banana chips from my hometown to give him. As I stood in front of his door, I hoped for a pleasant welcome after a long time.
 
As it took unusually long for the door to be opened, I wondered if Sam was too busy with his wife. It's Sunday evening and they could be busy, in bed, I thought.
The door opened and I had the shock of my life.
It was Desai. 
His untucked shirt had wrinkles around his waist, suggesting that he had put it on in a hurry. 
"Hello Krish! What a pleasant surprise!"
Desai smiled at me lavishly, as if there was nothing wrong in being seen like that.
"Desai," I spoke as my eyes went past him, looking for Ananya. "Surprise is mine. I didn't expect you to be here."
Desai closed the door and led me to the hall. I asked him about Sam.
"He is...well, he's gone for a drive. He liked my car and he went for a drive."
I looked at him suspiciously.
"Sam is fascinated by my car. I knew he wanted to have the experience of driving it. I said it's okay," Desai beamed.
"Where's Ananya?"
I asked.
"She's here, of course."
I knew what was going on. Desai sent Sam out of his house so that he could be alone with Ananya. And I already knew what he was doing with her a moment ago. Desai's shirt had its top two buttons undone. His hairy chest never failed to intimate me. My eyes went towards the bedroom.
However, Ananya showed up from the kitchen. Her hair was tousled, and she was embarrassed to face me. Wearing a black top and grey skirt she looked homely and beautiful as usual. She greeted me and asked me about my vacation. I could see she was trying hard to act normal.
"It was good. What are you doing here?"
I asked jokingly.
"It's my house. Where else should I be?"
"Oops. I thought I knocked on Desai's door. He seems to be the host here."
I took a dig at them both but Desai played it down.
"Make him a coffee or something, Ananya. Let him know who the host is."
Despite my refusal, Ananya went back to the kitchen.
 
I turned towards Desai.
"I don't think I'm here for the coffee. I didn't come to rob you of your fun either. I am leaving."
"Come on, man. Don't jump to a conclusion like that. I wasn't fucking her."
"I don't care if you were, Desai. If you weren't fucking her already, you were about to. I just know that, but I don't care."
Desai laughed.
"That's the best joke I've heard recently. Because you do care for Ananya than her husband does. Sam doesn't care when I sleep with his wife, but you do. I'm sure I wouldn't have got Ananya if she was your wife. Because you do care, dude. It hurts you. And believe me, I appreciate your feeling. I respect you."
"You know that it hurts me and you respect me. Your statement itself is contradictory. You have no respect for Ananya's life too."
"See, whatever happening between me and her is consensual. And, isn't it rewarding for them?"
"What about their social life and morality?"
"I have kept it a secret from all but you. Only you know about this. So, I will say you are the key to protect their respect in society. And about morality, as far as I know, they both enjoy their life more with me than without me."
"What if someone else, say an unexpected guest, had visited Ananya this evening? Would you have welcomed him too with your unbuttoned shirt?"
"I saw you through the peephole, that's why I answered the door. If it was someone else I would have asked her to open the door."
"But you took so long to answer the door. Do you think it's so easy to convince others?"
Desai laughed a little.
"Your doubts are never-ending, Krish. You worry too much. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth that we weren't having sex already. Yeah, we were going to do it and we'll still do it."
"I know that. Nothing can stop you. I should better leave before that."
"If you know nothing can stop me, then why should you leave?"
"Then what I'm supposed to do? Watch it?"
Desai blinked his eyes slowly as if enjoying my question. He took his time to light a smoke -the cheap one - before he replied. "I have this fantasy of having someone to witness it. So I wouldn't mind if you watch it."
Demons of my past were waking up.
"Why can't you just stop?"
My voice rose out of frustration.
"I'm about to stop, Krish. I came to discuss what I've been thinking. But he took my car for a drive; he said he always wanted to try it. I didn't let him down." 
"Don't tell me he's been using you."
"Hasn't he used me?"
"Last time when we met you were boasting of your generosity."
"Yeah, I did. But he's enjoying it more than he should. He's becoming a slave to me and my wealth, which I don't like. I want him to be a man who should know his power. I don't want him to feel like a loser."
I laughed a little.
"You've turned him into a loser, and you're..."
"You're mistaken, Krish. I didn't want him to surrender completely. I want him to own his wife. I want him to have sex with Ananya at his will. I want him to enjoy getting his wife back after sleeping with me. It's a give-and-take deal. Not a complete surrender where he sells his wife. In other words, I don't want him to be a loser."
It is just another trick to deceive me, I thought.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm stopping everything. He has paid advance to a new apartment. Maybe he won't get it. Maybe he'll lose his job, without my backing."
"And Ananya?"
"Ananya will be jobless again. I won't see her in my office for sure."
"You are destroying them after using them for your pleasure. Great."
"I'm just walking out of their lives. I will be gone, leaving them on their own. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Do I have a say in this?"
"You do. My action is triggered by your defence. It hurts you when I sleep with Ananya."
"You want him to blame me for destroying his world."
"I'm confused, Krish. What do you want me to do now? Walk away or not."
"Stay. Let them be on their feet." My voice was low now.
"Stay? Do you know what it means?"
"I do. Keep doing it until Ananya say no. I'm not the one to stop you. It's gone too far."
"Ananya won't say no. She's always ready. Sam is also, always ready."
"That's my point. Then why should I stop you? How can I be the reason for anything?"
Ananya walked in with drinks on a tray, making me stop arguing.
I took one of the two glasses on the tray.
"Only two glasses?" Desai asked her. "You can treat yourself equal here, Ananya."
"I will have it later."
Ananya's voice was weak. She tried to smile at me and failed.
Desai took the juice glass and asked her to sit with him.
"Let's share this one." He suggested and handed the glass back to her.
Ananya hesitated but then I watched her take it and bring it to her lips right away. She looked thirsty as she finished three forth of it in one go. Desai looked on with a smile and when she began to pass the glass to him, he refused pleasantly.
"Go on, finish it, baby."
I could notice signs of some sort of chemistry between them. Indeed it is consensual. I thought. He is the man who provides.  I instantly attributed it to the regular sex they probably have been having.
Ananya finished the drink quietly. Desai smiled on.
"Now, give me my share."
"Your share is gone," Ananya quipped.
"Apparently not," Desai said while bringing his right arm around her and turned her face to him with the other. I forgot to blink as I watched Desai's thick lips trapped the juicy-wet lips of Ananya and sucked the thin line of sweetness off her upper lip. But it wasn't just about the juice, as it quickly became evident with the kiss growing stronger. I would have walked away already had I realised that I was glowering at this act of absolute nonchalance from both of them. It was as if Desai didn't care about my presence, and Ananya simply didn't remember me.
I had to clear my throat, to distract them and separate them.
But it was of no use.
"Enjoy your drink, my friend. I have some unfinished business here. I'm in love and admiration with this lady, and I can't leave without giving her what I had promised. You stay here to deal with unexpected guests."
Desai said and helped Ananya get up and sit on his lap facing him and putting her arms around his neck. 
It was the moment I realised the level of Ananya's submission to this monster. She had absolutely no will to reject any of his moves. She had become his pet. I had to refrain from choosing another word to name her.
Desai stood up on his feet and lifted her. Ananya held on to him by circling his body with her arms and legs. The effortlessness in which he carried her weight with his palms under her thighs just made me realise his sheer physical strength. She was merely a toy in his hands. I remembered that this monster had once carried my wife to his bed like this and had fucked her all night. I felt further low sitting there watching him carry my friend's wife like that, despite knowing that it wasn't the first time.
But there was nothing I could do because he had both the women's consent. It is consensual.
His crotch was apparently pressing between Ananya's legs, and it looked like he was teasing her with what he was going to do.
"You ready, babe?"
Desai whispered to her, sounding like he cared. I saw Ananya nodding with a smile. She apparently enjoyed being carried like an object to her bed. I wished if she acknowledged my presence because I wanted to express my disapproval. But the way Desai behaved and made Ananya behave left me with no choice to make an opinion here.
Perhaps he knew I would leave with my head down, in dejection. I thought.
In the past, I had always left him in the middle.
I took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch. I sat there for long, without moving.
 
The door of the bedroom wasn't fully closed. I wasn't sure if Desai was inviting me to watch or if he didn't care at all about my presence. He had invited me to witness him, but I still felt he was just teasing me. If he was inviting me, I would have preferred to leave. But I believed otherwise, and I chose to stay long enough to let him know that I can take it with the same level of absurdity. I was going to play it down with the same level of nonchalance. I chose to surprise him, and I walked over to the door, determined to convey that his exploitation of a helpless woman didn't mean anything to me.
No matter how much grit I had gathered while taking that short walk, it took just a momentarily peep into the room to destroy it. Ananya was lying across the bed with her legs hanging from the edge. Her black top had gone and the grey skirt was lifted to her belly. Between her legs was Desai, with his face buried into her centre. Like a visual from a porn video, he was eating her pussy and she was quivering with pleasure. I could see her belly throbbing and her breasts jiggling within the limits of her white bra while her body quivered in response to his oral assault.
It was not the exploitation of a helpless woman. It was rather the triumph of a skilful man over a deserving woman. Ananya was indeed crying, spitting out words of denial.
"Susheel, please..."
"Aaah... no!"
"Please... Enough...aaah!"
"Susheel... Please... Give me a break..."
"You're killing me..."
But none of it meant to stop him. I could see she only wanted him to continue. She was in heaven.
That's when I realised that deep in my heart I was living with false hope; that Ananya would be a woman who needed saving. She was rather a woman who needed a man with a big cock. And that man was on his knees, bending forward to devour her married pussy. 
I felt ashamed for having to peep into that room to watch this. I felt ashamed of myself for having to watch this. 
I moved back to the couch. But my body had recognised what I had watched and I could still hear noise from the room. The devil in my body had woken up and my dick had become hard. It propelled me to walk to the door again to have another peep. This time Desai had got on his feet, completely nude. His brown skin only amplified the bulkiness of his heavy body. Even his ass cheeks looked muscular. Though he was facing the other side from me, I didn't need a moment to realise what he was doing. Ananya was sitting on the edge of the bed and bending forward, giving head to her boss. I could see the movement of her body as she bobbed her head back and forth on that monsters dick. More than the fact that she was giving head to him what hurt me was the way she was warmly holding behind his hip with her left hand while he pushed his dick deep into her throat. She was providing her master with maximum pleasure.
She deserves to be fucked by a man like Desai. She will never try to stop him. I thought.
 
I returned to the couch. I was already visualising how Desai would start pumping his dick into her. I couldn't imagine the possibility of Ananya not enjoying it. She would spread her legs wider than she ever did to her husband. She would just lie there, bearing this assault on her body and dignity, and would later rename it wonderful sex.
 
The doorbell rang, shaking me off my thoughts. Though it panicked me momentarily, I felt relieved because I thought an unexpected visitor would force Desai to stop. I walked over to the door and looked through the peephole.
It was Sam.
He was back after enjoying a drive with Desai's expensive car. He was probably back expecting his wife to have finished a ride on her boss' dick. I felt disgruntled.
I went to Ananya's room and knocked on the door, without peeping in.
"Desai, it's Sam. He's back. You should get out here." I said in a low voice.
"Oh, Krish!" Desai's response came a moment later. "Go, man. Keep him busy."
"What?"
My voice rose suddenly.
"I can't stop now. I have to finish this..."
"It's Sam, damn it! He's the husband of the woman you're fucking. Just get out of there.  I'm going to open the door."
I said.
"It's okay, Krish. I understand your concern. But you can open the door and keep him in the hall. He knows what I'm doing here. He's a good guy."
More than the words he spoke, the brazen disregard for my concern made me angry. I was done talking to him.
I looked in the direction of the front door. Let him deal with this. I thought while matching into the hall and I opened the front door.
Sam was shocked to see me.
"Krish, you?" His face was pale.
"I came to meet you. Come in." I gestured.
"Sit down, Krish." He sat in the hall and began to put something on the centre table, but then on an afterthought, he put it back in his pocket. It was a car key. He didn't want me to see it.
Sam was looking around. "Where is Ananya?"
I sat down before I replied.
"She's in your bedroom." I tried to be calm with my voice but it was far from it.
He began to get up and I stopped him.
"Don't go over there, Sam. Not now." My voice was getting shallower. "Desai is there," I said.
Sam kept staring at me for a moment. I felt my head heavy with guilt. For a moment I felt I shouldn't have let Desai have sex with Ananya in my presence. Next moment I felt I should have left as soon as I knew I could not stop him. I realised that I was the unexpected guest.
"I tried to stop him, but..." I paused, unsure of what to say. 
For a few seconds, we did not say anything. But the noise from the room was slightly audible to the hall. As the silence between us mounted, the sound from the room began to echo in the hall.
And most of that noise came from Ananya. She moaned, almost like crying, every time her pussy was ravaged by Desai's dick.
The silence in the hall just amplified it. I thought I was going to hear Ananya screaming out of pleasure while sitting with her husband. It was going to be the most awkward moments of my life.
 
"This is my life now. This is my life." Sam rued and looked towards his bedroom.
"Sam..."
I began to speak only to be interrupted by Sam. "What were you doing here?"
I was taken aback by his harsh question.
"I had come for you. But Desai opened your door and even I was shocked."
"I could guess that. I'm asking what were you doing here before I came."
I just stared at him.
"Were you waiting for your turn?" He went on.
"What nonsense are you talking, Sam?" I frowned.
"I can see the bulge in your pants, Krish. You can't hide it. It's grown too big." He eyed at my crotch.
I was embarrassed. But his reaction just pissed me.
"It's naturally big. It shouldn't be your concern. You got other things to worry about now."
I got up and pointed to the packet of chips I had brought.
"It's for you. Bye."
 
I felt relieved as soon as I walked out of the flat because I was saved from facing Desai's victory grin.
However, I could not shake the experience from my head even after reaching my flat. Sam's life had become open like a glass. His life's dirtiest secret was bared open and left to witness by me. The damage was done by Desai but I knew the blame would come to me.
I just knew Sam wouldn't think anything good about our friendship.
 
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Monday I went to my office. Desai was not there. The original boss was back in his chair, after his long tour. He formally congratulated me for completing the training. I was given the promotion as promised by Desai. It came with financial benefits and I finally began to believe my life was heading in the right direction.
I did not see Desai for one week, increasing my confidence that he might have moved on from his obsession.
 
However, things were different for Meera. Her office had a new boss and Meera had a very bad first impression of him.
"He's overly strict. I don't know why he wants to piss everyone in my office." Meera said.
On the fourth day, she told me her boss was too bossy.
"He is arrogant and rude. He has gathered everyone's hatred in two weeks since he joined."
Her boss' name was Ashish. When I heard the name I wondered if he was the same Ashish I had befriended during Desai's party.
 
*****      *****      *****      *****
 
We acquainted with the other residents of the building after our return from our hometown. Most of them were very friendly.
Meera found a company in one lady from the fifth floor for her evening walk. After a few days, Pawan's wife Sheetal joined her and since then Meera chose to go with her only.
Sadashiv, the gatekeeper of the building was the go-to guy for all the residents. He helped me know about all the nearby places. One day I heard him scolding his daughter on the phone. His daughter was pressing him for money to clear tuition fees. Sadashiv told me he didn't have the money as he had spent it for his mother's medical treatment. He had borrowed enough money from many, and he was telling her daughter to stop going to college.
I felt bad for the old man and I helped him with some money. He said he wouldn't be able to return it any soon.
I told him it's okay.
 
Sam phoned me after a few weeks. I was surprised. He wanted to meet me.
It was Sunday morning and I was at a car service showroom. Sam picked me up and we had breakfast in a nearby cafe.
And he apologized for the other day.
"The truth is that I wasn't ready to face you, Krish. I didn't have the guts to admit it. I have become what you warned me about in the beginning. Now I'm not looking to fight it. If you can't swim against the stream, then it's better to swim along with the flow."
He had apparently learnt a lesson about trusting Desai though too late. Mr Desai wasn't a subject we both were comfortable talking about. So we didn't discuss it any further. I was just glad that he came forward to pacify me.
I told him about my training in Bangalore and the subsequent promotion.
 
As Sam dropped me at my place I invited him to have a cup of tea.
It was after a long time he was meeting Meera. Meera was surprised.
"I thought you guys have forgotten about each other."
She said.
"We can't forget each other like that, dear." Sam smiled.
Meera served us the tea and I noticed that Sam was struggling to take his eyes off her.
"Meera you look more beautiful than ever. May I know the secret?"
He asked her and winked at me. Meera just laughed.
Sam stayed up to noon and we had early lunch. He promised he would bring Ananya next time. I didn't believe him though.
Sam left soon. I followed him to the parking lot and saw him off. Sadashiv was at the gate and he waved at me. He looked very happy to see me. I asked him about his daughter.
"She's very happy, sir. All because of you."
He thanked me again. 
 
 
One week later, on a Tuesday, I got Ananya's call.
"I want to meet you, Krish."
I was busy at work.
"Please, Krish. I have no one to talk to."
She said in a tired voice.
I guessed it would be about Desai.
I reached the road outside her office and found her waiting for me. Wearing a beautiful dark grey sheath dress she looked like an employee who was in the right profession.
She hurriedly got in my car. I felt an aroma of jasmine right away.
"Please drive. Don't go to public places."
She said.
I nodded and drove the car. Her face remained grim and I felt she was suffocating inside. I found a deserted road and parked the car under a tree.
"Now tell me, what is it about?" I asked. Tears started flowing from her eyes, straightaway.
My guess was right. It was about Desai.
Ananya spoke after a few seconds of weeping.
"The last Saturday night, he took me to his house. I thought it would be regular sex. I mean the sex between us had become now so regular a thing. But he had invited a friend over there. He said it's a small party. I took drinks with them. I don't know what came to me, I felt at ease and got well with them. But then Desai started getting physical. Intimate. Like showing off to his friend. I was drunk and I couldn't just stop him and leave. I should have."
Ananya started crying again. I placed my hand on hers and a teardrop fell on the back of my palm.
"What happened?" I asked. 
She gave me a helpless look.
"I was made to have sex with his friend, Krish."
I was stunned.
I remembered Desai offering me a chance to sleep with Ananya. I had turned him down.
I had my reasons to turn him down. But Desai had other friends too, who would enjoy the offer. I just learnt.
"Forced sex?" I asked.
"No, it wasn't forced; that is the worst thing about it. It was Desai who was trying to be intimate with me. But then he invited his friend. I tried to resist, but you know how Desai is. He can't be stopped. He let his friend touch my body. And after that..."
Ananya wiped her face with handkerchief. 
"At one point Desai left me with his friend and went out with his phone. And his friend wouldn't stop. I didn't get a chance to tell him no. I am the only one to be blamed. He was all over me. Inside me, and... I have become a slut, Krish. A complete one. I don't even remember his name. His nickname is Susho or whatever. Anyone can fuck me now, can't they?"
"Did you tell Sam about it?"
I asked.
"No," Ananya said. "I don't want to tell him, Krish. He has never recovered from that incident when you learnt about his blatant approval of my affair with Desai. What would he turn into when he comes to know about this?"
If you can't swim against the stream, then it's better to swim along with the flow. I remembered Sam's words. I remembered my past. I had already lived that life. I just didn't know what to say to Ananya.
I didn't even know what she was expecting from me. I only knew that my hatred towards Desai had doubled.
 
While driving back, I was gripped with fear. I had just learnt everything Desai told me the other day was a lie. He had told me that he didn't want Sam to be a loser. He wanted Sam to enjoy getting his wife back after sleeping with him. But it wasn't what he did to her. He made her sleep with his friend. He made her a slut and sold her to his friend.
I thought he would be planning the same with Meera too. That's the reason he had been determined to trap her.
I thought about Desai and his unknown friend taking turns to fuck Meera.
The thought simply terrorised me because my intuition told me that it was going to happen soon.
 

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[krish_999]

Chapter – Thirteen

 
I phoned Desai in the evening.
"You are a man with the double standard, Mr Desai. You said you wanted Sam to enjoy getting his wife back from you. You don't want him to be a loser, right? Then how do you justify making his wife sleep with your friends?"
I heard light laughter from the other side and I was irritated beyond control.
"Fuck you man! You're a bastard." I yelled and cut the phone call.
 
Five minutes later he sent me a message.
'We need to meet, Krish. We should talk about it.'
He also sent me the address. It was a bar, his usual choice for an evening talk.
He led me to a private area. I thought of refusing to drink with him. But he did not wait for my approval as he ordered Scotch whisky for two.
"Make it quick. I mean really, really, quick." Desai ordered the waiter.
I just held a straight face. Desai waited until the order was served and then he spoke.
"You're right, Krish. My certain actions have led Ananya to sleep with a friend of mine. But you have to listen to me. What if I told you it was Sam who made me do that?"
I was stunned.
It is just another trick to deceive me.
"Stop being over-smart, Mr Desai. Why would Sam be so generous to you? What heaven on earth does he want in return for this generosity?"
"Your wife, Krish." He said readily. I thought I didn't hear him correctly.
"What did you say?"
Desai smirked. "I want you to take it as a joke, but it is true. Sam wants to sleep with your wife and for that, he is ready to do anything for me; to give anything to me."
It is just another trick to deceive me, I thought again.
"I know you wouldn't believe me, but I can prove it," Desai pulled out his cell phone and showed me a video clip.
 
It showed Sam sitting on a sofa which I quickly recognized. It was Desai's house.  Sam was talking, almost looking at the camera. 
"I've never felt more humiliated than when I sat in front of him. He heard all the sounds. I mean, I'm a husband, dude. That was painful."
I immediately knew he was talking about me.
"I just went on with the flow, Sam. After all, it is no secret to him that I have slept with your wife." Desai's voice was more audible than Sam's. I assumed that the mobile was kept in Desai's chest pocket when the video was recorded.
"I'm not complaining about that. You know my point is that I felt cheated when I met Krish yesterday. You gave him the promotion, didn't you? Have you seen his wife?"
"Yeah, I have seen Meera. What about her?"
"Meera is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I have been friends with her. I mean I am still a friend. But she's a tough woman. You can't mess with her like any other woman."
"Do you have any experience with her?"
Desai's voice was now filled with enthusiasm.
"I have fantasized a lot about her. I mean I'm just a man who is as shameless as you know. But you know that better than anyone else. What do you think about Meera?"
"I think she's a fine woman."
"Fine woman? Desai, you are unbelievable. If you've met Meera once then you wouldn't say this."
"I have seen her many times. She's a wonderful woman. I have known her professionally for longer than your wife."
"Known her? That's a pity."
"Why?"
"You've given me many things in my life. In return I have pimped my wife to you, haven't I? Likewise you've given a promotion to Krish. And you've just known his wife? What favour did he do to you? Is he your business partner or something who helps you earn a huge amount of money? Does he suck your dick?"
"So you want me to fuck his wife too?"
"I can't be more specific, boss. But I can see you're not interested in her. I want a favour from you. You're the only one who can do it."
"Tell me."
"I want to bang that fine woman, at least once."
"That's a simple wish."
"I know Meera is a tough gift to wish for. I had tried my chance a couple of times but it didn't work. I would do anything for a chance with her."
Desai took his time to finish his drink, before replying. My heartbeats were rising.
"What would you do for me?"
"Whatever you want. Yeah, I will do whatever you say. But you have to let me do it with Meera."
"Interesting. Tell me what would you do with her if you had one night."
"Oh, that night would be like a dream. I'm fond of her warm lips, her shape and adorable smile, and even sweeter voice.” Sam seemed pleased for the opportunity to narrate his wish list as he went on. “I can't stop dreaming about how she would moan when my dick goes inside her. I am damn sure she has never experienced a man’s dick other than Krish's. I want her to feel how it is to take in another man's meat in her divine hole. I want to be that man. I will fill her mouth and pussy with my sperm. Oh man, just talking about it makes me hard. It was harder than this when I met her yesterday. Promise me you'll get me that."
"What about me?"
"You still have my wife. Have you done with her?"
The video clip ended there.
 
I was stunned by the revelation of my old friend's true face, once again. I had seen him trying to blackmail Meera to have a go at it with her.
It was years ago. After a night party when Meera left early with a womanizer, I was forced to believe she had sex with him. Sam was with me and he tried to console me like a true friend, and he stopped me from confronting Meera. But later I found him trying to blackmail Meera to get her sleep with him, lest he would tell me what she had done with the womanizer.
His plan backfired when Meera slapped him and kicked him out, teaching him a lesson about how good she was at dealing with men. It was a revelation to me that Meera had given the same treatment to Mr Thomas, the womanizer.
Many years later, he was back with his devilish dream of enjoying my wife's body. It was also true that he was humiliated by having to sit with me while Desai banged his wife in his bedroom. His only salvation to get over the humiliation was an opportunity to bang my wife.
And he was using his best weapon to get it done. In his thinking, Desai was capable to do anything.
 
"I asked him if I can keep Ananya with me for one week. He agreed." Desai went on. "He agreed that I can take his wife on my business tours. The only thing he wanted in return was a chance to bang your wife."
"And you promised him that?" My voice was filled with anger and frustration.
"Sam is disturbed because he thinks you have achieved success in your life without pimping your wife whereas he had the things a little differently. He doesn't understand that I am friends with you with or without your wife's cause."
Desai's speech didn't satisfy me.
"Did you promise him?"
"I did not keep Ananya with me for one week. I mean, why would I do that? I just asked that to find how much he cares about his wife."
I was getting irritated that Desai was not willing to answer my question.
"You still didn't say it." I blurted.
"I did not promise him anything, my friend," Desai said. "Because I have no intention to give him that one chance with Meera. He doesn't deserve to be that lucky. Even I have buried my wish because I have respect for you. But your friend is toxic. He's ready to trade his wife to any extend. Why should I stop using his greed? You've witnessed how Ananya was enjoying my dick the other day. I'm not only satisfied by her services but also proud of my ability to satisfy her cravings. Let me tell you, Krish, Ananya has told me things she wouldn't ever tell her husband or a friend like you. She has looked into my eyes and has told me how much she loves it when my dick enters between her legs. The smile she gives me before pushing my dick deep into her throat and that after making me cum in her mouth is, oh God, that's beyond my belief. She is always game to squeeze the last drop of cum out of my dick. There's no way I should think of another woman."
"Then why did you help your friend fuck her?"
"It didn't happen as you think. It happened because she is always game. She was ready, Krish. I didn't force her for anything. I only wanted to spice up things a bit. Me, her and a friend to watch. And a slight bit of intimacy too, if he’s interested. We were into it; Ananya was into it. She allowed us to take turns to undress her. But I got a phone call and it hooked me a bit longer than I expected. When I came back he was fucking her. I was disappointed, but I saw she was enjoying it. I just stood there watching her have fun. Who am I to stop her? My friend saw me and he began to stop. I gestured at him to continue. What else should I have done? He sought my permission and I gave it. That's the only thing I did. When he took her to his room she didn't oppose at all. He later told me how good she was to him. He said he had a second round on the same night for the first time in his life because she straightaway started sucking his dick in the room. I wasn't surprised because I'm familiar with her sex drive. She loves long sessions in bed. I'm worried she would ask me to introduce another friend to her."
"Ananya is worried that you would repeat it. Don't do it, Desai. It's my request."
I said slowly.
"I told you, it wasn't intentional, Krish. It just happened."
"Did you tell Sam about it?"
"That's what I'm coming to tell you. I mentioned my wish to try a threesome with Ananya and Sam was okay with that. I told him about it when I asked him to send her to my place on Saturday. Since he wasn't involved, he was aware there was gonna be someone else."
"He could have imagined your threesome involved two women, couldn't he?"
"I clearly mentioned two men were going to bang his wife. I didn't mean it at that time but I told him so only to know his reaction. Tell me if I needed to be more specific."
My head was down for a few seconds.
Bastard!
I didn't know whether I should tell this to Ananya. Will it relieve her or destroy her? I didn't know that either.
"But he does expect you to help him fulfil his dream about my wife," I said.
"I only wanted to test how badly he lusts after Meera. He is a fool to think I would set up Meera for him."
"Will you set up Ananya for your friends again?"
"I told you it wasn't like that."
"But you have asked me if I wanted to have sex with her."
"Your case was different. I had already slept with Meera once and I knew how pissed you were. If I was married, I would have offered my wife to you."
"That's because you wanted to do it again."
"Who doesn't want to sleep with your wife, dude? She's such a beautiful woman. But I have stopped long back forcing you for that."
I sat in silence for a while and finished my drink. As I began to leave, I asked him about the video.
“Why did you record it? Do you record everything like that? Are you recording this too?”
Desai smiled.
“I don’t record everything, my friend. I recorded that conversation because I didn’t want him to forget what he spoke. There are many things but it doesn’t concern you.”
His phone was not kept in his front pocket. So I believed his words.
 
After the evening with Desai, I wanted to warn Meera about Sam. But on an afterthought, I decided against it.
Sam will never get her. He doesn't deserve to be so lucky.
I thought about Ananya and her teary eyes. If she had enjoyed fucking Desai's friend then why did she cry afterwards? Is it remorse?
'She loves long sessions in bed. I'm worried she would ask me to introduce another friend to her.'
I felt Ananya must fuck another man, a better one in bed, only to piss Desai further. 
 
I did not tell Ananya about my conversation with Desai. I was counting on Desai's promise that he wouldn't repeat it. I hoped Ananya would get over the experience- whether good or bad- very soon.
 
Desai certainly managed to pacify me with his talking. It helped that I wasn't worried about Ananya like I used to in the past. Desai's refusal to side with Sam in his quest to seduce my wife convinced me that Sam cannot be a direct threat to me. I felt like Desai would protect Meera not only from Sam but also from the advances of any man. 
I never used to think Meera needed any sort of protection from anyone. She was smart enough to do that. But I still felt good about having Desai like an unseen protector. He was my only headache.
I also felt a sort of dirty pleasure that both Sam and Desai had to witness another man banging their partner. Sam was humiliated whereas Desai's true feeling was still a mystery. But I chose to believe he wouldn't have enjoyed it very much.
 
 ***** ***** *****
After my boss's return to the office from his abroad commitments, Desai stopped coming to my workplace. It was a major change from the past when I had to face Desai many times a week.
Meera's work-life had also gone through drastic changes, albeit adversely. She felt the pressure of working under a professionally demanding boss. I used to ask about him, and she never said anything positive. I still encouraged talking about her office matters, hoping it would lessen her frustration.
 
A month after my return to Pune I got invited to a party. I expected Desai but he was absent. And I met Ashish Sehgal again. He recognized me, despite meeting after a long gap. I told him about my Bangalore stuff and he congratulated me on my promotion. He said he too was going through a change in his professional life as he had assumed leadership of a new office.
I quickly realized who he was. He was the new boss Meera only had complaints about. I could only wonder why such type of coincidences keeps repeating in my life. And this time around too, I didn't mind befriending my wife's boss.
I wondered if I should tell him that my wife was a staff of his. However, on an afterthought, I decided to hide it from him. Even though I wanted to ask why he had been so harsh on his staff, I refrained as I noticed he wasn't keen to talk about his professional life. He neither talked about his personal life.
It was the other things that he was interested in talking about. And he was very good at it.
He was fun to be around, during a party. If I told Meera that Ashish was actually an entertaining guy, I was sure she would be annoyed.
 
Before the end of the night, I learned why Meera -or any woman- had all the reasons to hate him. He was a misogynist. He believed that women should only be in the kitchen or the bedroom. He had lots of stories of failed women to talk about, and they always brought laughter among the men. 
Even though I did not enjoy the underlying opinion of any of his stories, we thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.
"You're a good company, Krish. We should meet often, outside such parties." He told me at the end of the party. I agreed and we exchanged our phone numbers.
 
My promotion helped me reach home earlier. Meera would come home after me and go for her evening walk with Sheetal. My preferred time to work out was in the morning, in a nearby gym, and I got some free time during Meera's evening walk.
So I would get down to chit-chat with our gatekeeper Sadashiv. Sometimes I stayed home and decided to help Meera by cutting vegetables for dinner. She later told me I was not helping because I mostly cut them wrong - both in size and quantity. She asked me if I could do laundry instead. I agreed.
Our washing machine was fully automatic. The only thing I needed to do was to press a few buttons. But on the first day when I went through the clothes to check if my boxer was in there, I found her used panty and bra along with the dress she had worn to the office that day.
I remembered Tejas's obsession with them. As I touched them out of a dirty curiosity, and I strangely found it kinky and a little bit arousing. 
 
One day when I reached home late, Sheetal was there. She was waiting for Meera, as they were going for the evening walk. She stood up as I entered the hall.
"Why this formality, Sheetal?" I smiled and asked her to sit down.
She asked me about my day in the office. It was the first time she was directly talking to me. I noticed dimples as she smiled at me. It made her look cute.
As they went out I began my daily chorus of doing laundry. As I touched my wife's panty again, which had now become a regular kinky act, I found it highly arousing. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex for more than seven weeks by then. The last time we had made love was the night before the death of Meera's mother. I had no complaint though, as I understood her pain. Even after coming back, Meera hardly looked like she was ready because of her job pressure, thanks to her new boss.
But as I felt my hands on her undergarments, I felt the itch to give myself a bit of sensual pleasure growing. I felt ashamed at first but not enough to stop me from touching myself. I slowly pulled out my dick and wrapped my wife's panty around it. I rubbed my lips on the inner side of her bra cups and masturbated. I closed my eyes and imagined Meera walking around her office. She was properly dressed, but I imagined men ogling at her and catching glimpses of her bra and panty lines unbeknownst to her. As I moved toward the finishing line of my warm race, I envisaged men getting more opportunities to enjoy the sight of her body through her unbuttoned shirt and short skirt. 
I came harder than I anticipated, and I attributed the huge cum load to the lack of sex for so long.
And this would become my evening routine.
 
 
Meera's stressful days at work didn't seem to end any soon. The reason was just one person.
"I'm gonna pick a big fought with Ashish next time he offends me like today."
I heard her saying this very often. I wondered if I should call up Ashish and reveal that Meera was my wife so that he would give her due respect. But I doubted that it would work. I knew how much he hated women in general and I feared revealing my relation with Meera would only help to spoil our friendship.
But I didn't want to see Meera upset because of him. I had to convey to him that all women were the same. I had to tell him that women too deserve respect.
One day I gave him a ring.
"I've been thinking about when I will be seeing you again. It's been long and I feel like I've missed a couple of parties."
He was glad that I called.
"But there's no need for any party for us men to have a couple of drinks." He said and invited me to his place.
I was glad to accept.
 
Ashish lived alone in his apartment with a male servant. His wife lived abroad with his daughter. As I asked about his wife, he opened a bundle of weird stories about her that kept me busy throughout the evening. After listening to them I too felt his hatred against women was somewhat justified.
I eventually realized there's no point in trying to convince him. He simply didn't need to like women. I remembered how I had a strange vision of him having sex with my wife in my fantasy. I felt he would be upset if knew he was even part of such a dream.
 
That night when I went to sleep I wanted to have sex. Meera wasn't interested though.
"I will have to shag myself. I'm already loaded, baby," I said.
Meera turned to me and touched my face.
"I'm sorry, Krish. I have kept you sex-starved for so long. It wasn't intentional. I..."
I felt sorry too, for my lack of patience.
"It's okay, baby. I can understand. I was just kidding." I said.
Meera moved closer to me and touched between my legs. My dick was as hard as a rock.
"This gentleman is not kidding." Meera smiled endearingly.
She had changed her mind.
That night we had sex after a long time, the first time after the death of her mother. We were fully dressed, but it did its part.
Meera sat up on the bed and started giving me a hand job. It didn't take her delicate fingers much time to bring me close to ejaculation. I quickly laid her on the bed and entered her in a hurry, by lifting her skirt and pulling her panty down to her knees. As I entered her she let out a loud noise.
I was shaken by her reaction. I felt her tighter than usual.
She smiled, "It's okay. Go on."
I kissed her and began to fuck her hard. I came rather quickly but it didn't disappoint me as I dumped a huge load inside her.
"Oh God," I moaned, as the bursts of cum-shots drained the energy out of me. When I pulled out and fell back on the bed, I mentioned this.
"I came like huge, I think. I was overloaded."
"Yeah, you've filled me," Meera smiled.
"Does it feel better when I fill you like this?"
"Maybe." She said and then added like an afterthought. "But it doesn't matter. I'm on safe period."
She was implying her wish to have me fill her pussy when she's fertile.
"I knew that already, baby." I blurted and soon fell asleep.
 
My hope that our sex life was back to normal like before was shattered soon after that as Meera again stopped being active in bed. On the other hand, I was finding more reasons to be horny. My evening wanking session became a habit. There were days when I waited for Meera to leave and rushed to the washing machine. I wrapped her undergarments around my dick and imagined a whole lot of weird stuff about Meera. Most of them involved her colleagues and acquaintances – both imaginary and real people. I imagined Ashish too, making his move on her. 
My favourite fantasy was about Ashish taking Meera to his flat to discuss official matters only to surprise her by confessing his infatuation. I loved to imagine Ashish striking a deal with her, in that she could become his boss whenever she was in his house. There he would do whatever she wanted him to do. I imagined Meera using the opportunity to get rid of all her frustrations by enslaving him. She would make him massage her legs and lick her feet, wash her sandals and serve food. Her actions would make him desperate for more and he would beg her to show mercy to him. I imagined him peeping into her bathroom and shagging. She would catch him and slap him, and even spit into his mouth.
My fantasies were growing dirtier, and there was no limit.
On a Monday, Meera did not go for the evening walk. She was too tired after the stressful day at work. I sat with her and she cried.
"I don't think I can work like this. There's a limit for everything. I'm not capable enough for this profession."
I felt sorry for her and angry for Ashish. I tried to console Meera and when she became calm I added that I could help her with the last resort.
"What is it?" She looked surprised.
"I have a friend who knows someone who can beat up guys like Ashish. If you want me to, then I'll get this boss of yours a bit of stick."
Meera laughed.
"No, don't do that, stupid!"
That night we made love again and I found my fantasies coming back. I enjoyed how much Meera hated her boss. While pushing my dick deep into her I thought of myself as Ashish and it turned me harder. As my thrusts made her moan, in my mind, it was Ashish who was fucking her hard and filling her with his cum.
 
 
Meera's displeasure of having a troubling boss only increased with time. The man had managed to accumulate so much hatred that it made even Desai seem like a friend. It was not that he targeted Meera only. Everyone in her office came under his wrath. He was a man on a mission to change everyone's working style and he kept saying he did not have a decade to do it.
"No one likes him in my office," Meera told me very often.
Many days I saw Meera and her colleague Anagha talking over the phone. The only thing I heard them talking about Ashish was how bad he was in the office that day or another.
"Is Anagha as good-looking as you?" I asked Meera one day.
"Am I just good-looking?"
"Gorgeous, I meant to say, my lady," I bowed.
"Yeah, somewhat then."
"Then that's the problem. Your boss is suffering from venustraphobia."
"What is that?"
"It's the fear of beautiful women."
"Yeah, you are right," she laughed.
"Except that there are men too, who hate him." She added.
 
Another day Meera said she might die out of mental stress and work pressure.
"Don't be overly stressed, baby. I suggest you take a few days off. You'll feel better." I said. I had made up my mind to meet Ashish and ask him to spare my wife from his bossy shit.
"No. I don't want to run away from this. I must face it. I want to prove him wrong." Meera said.
I smiled. "Then stop saying you'd die and all. What will I do if you die?"
She looked at me and began to smile.
"So that's your worry, my dear hubby?"
"Shouldn't I worry? There's no one there who can replace you, baby."
I cuddled her as I spoke. She laughed.
"Don't worry. My friend Anagha is a good girl. She's beautiful too. You can marry her. She'll take good care of you."
"Oh, I see," I nodded. "But I'll have to see her first before I can give you my word."
"What an attitude!" Meera hugged me and pinched my cheek. "Well, she's beautiful and I am sure you will like her. There's an added benefit on the offer as with Anagha comes two kids, absolutely free."
We laughed together.
 
 
There was an incident that changed her hate equation with Desai. That day he came to her office for an official purpose as a client. Ashish was not happy with certain notes in the evaluations that Meera had prepared for him. Ashish straightaway summoned Meera in his office and criticized her. However, Desai interrupted and disapproved of Ashish in the face for being too quick to jump into assumptions. Desai took Meera's side, saying she had done exactly what he had asked her.
In the evening Meera phoned me from her office and told me about the incident.
"He was lying to save me from the embarrassment." She said.
"So you made a mistake in the evaluations?"
"Yeah, I did. But I didn't like how he called me into his cabin like he was the ultimate thing."
"So Desai silenced him."
"But then I was obliged to behave nicely to him. He's asking for a coffee, now. What should I do?"
I laughed, conveniently hiding my displeasure.
"He's trying out his chances again!"
"I don't think so. I've been noticing this for some time. He's not that into me."
"Are you going for a coffee?"
"Only if you say yes," Meera said slowly.
"You don't want to disappoint him, that’s why you are asking me."
"I don't want to disappoint you; that’s why I am asking you."
"I don't want to disappoint you either.  If you feel safe, it's alright."
I replied on an impulse, and only to spend the rest of the evening contemplating my decision. Meera had worn a tight kurti to the office that day. She looked stunning as ever but I was sure a man could easily gauge the exact size of her breasts and the curve of her hip if he was shameless enough to stare at her chest. I envisaged how Desai would be snapping her images in his head while having coffee and later take those images home. I thought he would be dreaming wild things about her and it disturbed me.
 
 
Meera came home at her usual time.
"You are on time. Didn't you have coffee with Desai?" I asked, hiding my relief.
"It was just a coffee, Krish. Just ten minutes."
"He's been waiting for ten months to get that. Did you make it any memorable for the poor guy?"
I joked.
Meera smiled. Her smile made me wonder if she had smiled the same way at Desai too. "Coffee was fine. He talked smooth, general cool stuff."
"No personal talk?"
"A bit of. He said he had helped me in the past too, but I have always ignored him. I said I was scared of him and he's creepy. He laughed hearing that on his face. He said he knows that he's a womanizer but has never been a creep. In his opinion, I've never tried to know who he was, apart from judging him based on my one experience. I asked him if he hasn't slept with his doctor." She paused and looked at me in the eyes. "Do you remember his doctor friend? We met her with him during our lunch."
"Yeah, Dr Maithrei," I said. Dr Maithrei's cute, spectacled face came to my mind. I was surprised that Meera hadn't forgotten her. 
"Desai confessed that he has slept with her but he said Dr Maithrei did not fall for him for her loneliness or his handsomeness. It was rather because she liked him. He thinks he has something that she doesn't get from her husband."
I could guess where the conversation would have gone. Meera went on. "But he admitted that maybe you're too good for me. In his view, you do have something that he can never provide. And that makes him jealous of you."
I smiled and played with her hair.
"I like that he's jealous of me. Did he ask for more such coffee evening?"
"No. I think he has realized that I'm out of his reach. Do you think I did anything wrong by having coffee with him?"
"No, it's okay," I said honestly. The way she supposedly dealt with the incident had cleared my worries.
However, the supposed reason behind why Meera remembered Maithrei and why she wanted to find out if Desai had been sleeping with her baffled me. Was she jealous of Maithrei?
I did not like the idea of Meera feeling like a loser for coming across a woman who slept with Desai. But I could not stop thinking about how Desai would have fucked his doctor, yet again a married woman, and managed to show off her to the world. I could not understand what was making his women go back to him without a sign of complaint. Meera was the only woman who refused to go back to him. She was an exception.
Or is she really an exception? I couldn't think of an answer.
 
That night we made love. I choked her with my long kisses even after I finished until she complained I would hurt her lips.
"I just can't stop kissing you, baby," I said.
"Does it have anything to do with Desai?"
She asked.
"No way. Why?"
"Nothing at all?"
"Nothing at all. But I love that he's jealous of me. Do you think I have something that he doesn't?"
"Yes." She said readily. "We love each other. That's what he doesn't have. He will never have it."
I was happy with her reply. However, I later wished that she had attributed it to my sexual prowess. She could have told me that I was better than Desai in bed. But she didn’t say that. And it slightly disappointed me.
However, on an afterthought, I felt she might not want to make a comparison by digging into her past.
 
 
For almost two months since my promotion, I had not seen Desai in my office. Then one day he visited me and sat for a talk in my cabin.
"How's the new chair, Krish? Enjoying it?" He asked me.
"Yeah. All thanks to you," I said.
"Your gratitude is just words. Nothing else."
"I can prove otherwise. Tell me when you're free. Let's have a nice evening. I have found a new bar in the city. It has got high ratings." I was thinking about a couple of drinks with him. But he had other ideas.
"Not the usual things. Give me something different." He leaned back in the chair. "Invite me for dinner."
I was alert in an instant. "Dinner with Meera?"
"Dinner with you and your family."
"Exactly, that's what I meant," I said slowly.
"Come on. Don't be judgemental, my friend. I'm not asking for a favour."
"I'm sorry, Mr Desai. I can't make a say here because my wife is involved. She has a past with you, so I must consider her choice too."
"I know. I understand your concern. But I'm sure she has come a long way from that past. I suggest you talk to her. I'm sure she is convinced that I'm not into her. Not anymore. You and I are long-time friends now, Krish."
I agreed to talk to Meera.
 
However, Meera refused straightaway when I spoke to her.
"Have you lost your mind, Krish? I had a coffee with him because of a certain circumstance but it doesn't mean I'm ready to dine with him."
"He's just a brick on the road we've walked past, Meera. We've learned a lot since then, and we know we won't stumble over the same brick again." I said.
Meera looked at me for long and then nodded.
"Okay, but promise me there won't be hot drinks. If he dared to make a small move on me, let it be a small hint, I'll walk away."
"We will walk away," I promised.
I phoned Desai and told him the news.
"This Saturday night, we're dining together, Desai. I'll text you the place later."
It was a Wednesday. There were still two days to go. I wondered if Desai would find it too far.
 
Friday when Meera came home, she told me she had coffee with Desai again.
"I was near the cafe with Anagha. When Desai came to us and invited me politely, I didn't want to disappoint him."
"Did he talk about the old things in front of Anagha?" I asked.
"No, she left as soon as she saw Desai wanted to have coffee with me."
I wondered how Desai appeared more important than herself to Anagha.
"So how did it go? Did he..."
"Not much... Except when I told him why I’m not in favour of having coffee with him like that anymore... because I'm not the only one who's wary of him, he asked me if I have told you about that old incident in detail."
"What did you say?"
"I asked him if it was something I would tell anyone in detail."
Why didn't you tell him that you've told me everything in detail and I know how pathetic he was? Or wasn't he so pathetic?
I didn't ask. I just nodded.
"He didn't bring up anything else. He just wanted to thank me for agreeing to the dinner, apart from a few work-related stuff."
I nodded again.
I later opined that Desai is trying to enter our good books.
"Maybe," Meera nodded. "But there are worse people. He is far better a human being than Ashish because he doesn't intimidate me without a reason. He at least expresses respect. He gives respect to women at the workplace, let it be anyone. Ashish doesn't respect women, let it be anyone."
It was the first time I heard something good about Desai from her.
"If you are coming for the dinner with Desai only because of your anger for Ashish, then I suggest you cancel it. There is no obligation." I said.
"No. It's okay, Krish." Meera said. "At least he made our life better. We shouldn't be too rude to him."
 
I did not realize that the wind was changing direction.
 
 

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[krish_999]

Chapter- Fourteen

When I invited Desai for dinner, I thought he would find it tough to wait for two days.

However, I soon realised I wasn't any better.
I found it hard to think about anything else. Thursday when I woke up and wished Meera good morning as she walked into the room with a bed tea, I had almost backed out of the plan. Our life was good, we were finding it calm and perfect in the new house. We were getting emotionally attached more than ever because we had time to tend to each other, and we had fewer things to worry about. We were becoming financially stable.
As Meera walked into the room and sat on the bed with a smile, asking me if I wasn't going to the gym, I felt my only responsibility as a husband was to keep that smile intact forever. And it was one of the rare times when I thought it was an easy task.
I kept asking myself whether I was going to risk this beautiful life with a dinner promise. My thoughts carried a sense of doubt whether I had committed a blunder by giving in to Desai's request. But I could not find a proper answer to how Desai was going to exploit us during the dinner. There was no way he could win over my wife. Meera was not like Ananya. She was not an easy target for anyone. She didn't need my guardianship to remember who she was.
I found myself firm in the faith that this dinner would properly put Desai in his place. Desai would finally accept that he had been chasing the impossible. He would accept he would never get another opportunity to be lucky with Meera.
Eventually, I decided to go ahead with the dinner. I did some search online and chose a restaurant that didn't serve liquor like I had promised Meera. I later messaged the address to Desai.
 
 
Friday noon I was busy at work when Ananya phoned and asked me if I could meet her.
"I want to talk about our new flat." She said.
The new flat was a gift for her from Desai. I asked her about it and she said she wanted me to see it.
I agreed and I went to her office in the evening.
As I waited on the street for her, I wondered if I should ask her about the night with Desai and his friend.
Desai had confessed to me that he had plans to involve his friend while making out with Ananya. But he had no plan to 'sell' her to his friend.
In his point of view, he was the one who felt cheated on. Because he didn't get to have sex with her. Ananya on the other hand got to enjoy the night twice with his friend.
It was entirely different from Ananya's version of the incident. In her view, she was exploited by her cunning boss.
But I couldn't find the courage to ask Ananya about it because I thought it would worsen her situation. She had opened up to me only because she needed my spiritual support. Perhaps she needed just a person with whom she could share her helplessness. She didn't need any solution.
I thought it would be better if I let the past be gone.
 
Ananya showed up in ten minutes. She looked sexier than last time, in a black and red kurta and blue tight jeans. Her ponytail hair added a sense of cuteness to her appearance.
She smiled at me pleasantly.
"Thanks for coming, Krish." She said as she sat in the car.
 
The flat was just ten kilometres away from her office. A visit from her office at any time of the day would be just a matter of minutes, I felt. The location itself was costly and the apartment on the fourth floor of the building was beyond Sam and Ananya's reach without Desai's strong help.
"Desai chose this place," Ananya said.
I threw a doubtful glance at her and she got the meaning of it.
"Yeah, so that he can visit me any time."
Her voice carried a tone of disgust. I couldn't make out if it was for Desai or herself.
"That he can do already," I said.
Ananya said nothing.
The lift in the building didn't have the doors installed. So we chose the stairs. I was slightly panting when we reached the fourth floor. There were two flats on the floor.
Ananya searched near the window of one.
"What are you searching for?"
"The key," she said. "Sam told me the key would be around here."
I moved the door handle and pushed. It was open.
"Oh," Ananya sighed.
The apartment was quite spacious. The construction was completed and the putty work had been done. The floor looked like it was cleaned very recently.
"Oh my God." I didn't hide my first impression. "The hall itself looks more spacious than my whole house."
I had a quick walk inside the apartment. The apartment felt huge because of the lack of any objects and furniture.
"What did Sam say?"
I asked, even though I wasn't interested to know about his impression. Thinking about him often made me incapable to think about anything else.
"What do you think?"
Ananya asked me back.
"He should like it."
"He loved it."
Again there was a sense of disgust in her voice.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I can't love this place, Krish." She looked away. I grabbed her hand without thinking.
"I thought you were happy about it. I thought that's why you wanted to show me this." I said.
Ananya turned to me, and her eyes were wet.
"This apartment is the cost of my dignity. My husband's dignity. How can I be happy about it?"
"Do you have any other options?"
"I don't know, Krish."
She looked into my eyes. Her fingers were now clasping mine.
"But I know I can't take it."
I was stunned.
"What are you saying?"
"I don't want to be here. I don't want to live in this apartment. This is the payment I've earned for being someone's whore. It is something I should be trying to forget but living in this flat won't let me. I brought you here because I need your support to take a strong decision."
I could feel her pain.
"But Sam won't let you refuse it," I said. "What is he saying?"
"Sam!" Ananya laughed a little as if mocking herself. "He never says no to Desai."
"Does he never question you? I mean, does he never question you about your relationship with Desai?"
"He does. He had questioned me a week after you visited our flat and saw what is my life in real. He was angry for letting you in while Desai was also there. I also vented my frustration. I asked him why he was not angry with Desai in the first place. I mean he was the one who let Desai in our house. I couldn't control my words. I called him a pimp, hoping that the insult would make him rethink his stance. But it didn't work; it backfired!" Ananya looked away in frustration. "He accepted that he was a pimp. His action proved his words as he let Desai take me to his place the next day. That day Sam looked into my eyes and asked me not to hold back myself when I fuck Desai. He said he has come to terms with the fact that he was a pimp. I now feel like I shouldn't have called him that. After all, he's my husband. But I killed his spirit. That night I had more whiskey than I could handle. It didn't even bother me that Desai had invited his friend. Damn! Desai gifted me to his friend like an object and I don't even remember his name."
"Do you remember the sex with him?"
"I had sex with him in the hall where we were partying. Desai just watched. I don't remember anything after that. But the next morning when I woke up I was lying in bed with his friend. I only had a faint memory of doing it again with him in the bed. Desai later told me that his friend was pleased. It's killing me, Krish. What have I become?"
Now it made sense why both Desai and Ananya had different versions of the same night. They both might have been right.
"If I take this apartment there's no doubt he would visit me even when he needed to piss around. I fear he would send his friends over and I would be serving them my body. I will jump off this building then."
Ananya said.
"Don't think too much, Ananya," I said. "You should take this flat and you should be happy if he tries to send his friends to you."
She looked at me in disbelief. I went on, "because only then you can say no to him with a strong will. You can shut him out, completely. I know you don't like the memories with him but if you don't take this apartment it means you've been used by Desai. Let it be the other way around. Use him to get ahead of him. Be financially secure enough to help Sam say no to him. So take this gift before you dump your boss."
Ananya nodded slowly as she let my words grow in her head.
"You are right, Krish. It can't be one-sided always. He keeps saying he will make our life better. And I still fear losing it all if I piss him off. Let him be pissed off."
"Yes. So take this apartment. It's too good. If you don't like it, then sell it later."
"I will sell it, later." Ananya smiled and tears spilt out of her eyes at the same time. I wiped it.
"Just be patient. You will be okay," I said. The gap between us was getting narrower. I realised it only when I felt her arms around me.
"I haven't forgotten how rude I was when you tried to warn me about Desai. Your fear was later proven real.  I was wrong. But I still find only you to seek help and advice. In fact, you being there for me makes me feel a lot better. I would have gone insane without you, Krish."
She moved forward and kissed me. I felt the taste of her tears from her lips. Her arms tightened around me and she pressed her lips further into my mouth. I felt a warm current passing through my body and my senses awaken. I felt an urge to hug her back but I held back.
"Krish..." Ananya broke the kiss as she sensed my lack of response. "I know you don't want to do this, but..." She kissed me again, briefly. "You won't believe how calm I'm now."
"I fear making the same error again, Ananya," I said. It sounded like a whisper and I realised how I wanted to kiss her back.
"We won't," Ananya whispered. "But at least kiss me. Let me believe you don't hate me."
"I don't hate you," I said quickly. "I like you, Ananya."
"What do you like in me?"
Your breath. I wanted to tell her. Her breath that was touching my face was intoxicating. My dick was growing bigger and I knew it would be a matter of seconds before she sensed the bulge.
"I'm getting aroused. You can guess what I am like, now." I admitted.
"I wish we could do more. You know what I like the most about being with you?"
"Mmm...mmm..." I shook my head sideways.
"This sense of peacefulness. It makes me calm. It feels like I've done enough running and now I've come back to a sense of secureness. I know you won't bite my lips to bleed. You won't leave scars on my breasts. You don't want to make me cry in pain."
"Is it any better than otherwise?"
"I still cherish those memories of us together."
"But the other day when I heard your voice, when you were with Desai, I thought he was doing very well..."
She looked into my eyes. "Did I hurt you?" There was sadness in her eyes.
"Well, the immediate feeling was a disappointment. Then I thought who am I to complain if you are having fun..."
"It ironically makes me feel good that you were disappointed. Because it means I have space in here." She touched my chest. "But I am sorry for that incident."
"What is the big deal? It wasn't the first time he's taking you in my presence. But I am sorry this time it caused humiliation for Sam."
"Sam is alright because he is compensated. He says so, every time I sleep with Desai."
"What about you? Don't you enjoy it at all?"
"I don't want to talk about it because I fear it would spoil your mood."
I didn't say anything. I just waited till she changed her mind and started talking.
"He is crazy... I mean his energy is like that. Like he doesn't want to stop. By the time he finishes, I feel like I've finished running a marathon... I feel so exhausted that I end up lying in the bed for long."
She was talking slowly as if she hesitated.  My silence forced her to continue.
"But I do enjoy sex with him. I take it as a punishment. I deserve it. Every day is a punishment for the previous day. The hard part is always the beginning. I can't think of his heavy body on top of mine.  I dread that moment every time. But once it is over, he takes over me. Hell, he makes me do a lot of things. He loves to see me cry and I do cry. I do enjoy crying to him. I scream. I scream non-stop."
Her words reminded me that of Meera when she had revealed about the night with Desai. The night with a monster. But the impact of Ananya's revelation did not match with that of Meera. Perhaps because there was nothing new about it. I knew what Desai can do in bed. The only thing I wanted to know was whether Ananya was addicted to him.
"Would you miss screaming like that if he stops seeing you?"
Ananya paused a moment before she replied.
"I miss the moments we have spent together more than with anyone else."
Her reply surprised me.
"How? I mean, I don't remember making you scream non-stop."
Ananya smiled.
"That's because more than the amount of sex, it is the quality which makes a sex better than the other."
I smiled back at her.
"Sounds good."
"Really?" She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time her lips were more intent and made me part my mouth and welcome her. My arms went around her body and tightened, crushing her breasts against my chest. She opened her lips to let me invade her mouth and let me suck on her tongue.
"Krish..." She moaned as I finished the kiss. She wanted more. "Feel me...touch me..."
My palms went down behind her and caressed her ass. She pushed her waist against my crotch. I was sure she was trying to feel my erection. She wanted to have it. She wanted me to push it inside her and ravage her body with its heat. But I hesitated.
"Krish..." as if she sensed my subtle reaction, she dropped down to her knees. But I grabbed her before her knees touched the ground and I pulled her back on her feet.
"Don't...Don't..." I warned her.
"Please...Krish... I..." She was dying for it.
"No...don't say anything," I said. "Let's not do it. Not again."
I tried to move back but Ananya didn't let me.
"I don't want him to be the first one to do it with me in here. Can't I have a good memory with you?"
She asked.
I smiled.
"Of course there are good memories." I caressed her cheek and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Meera looked down a moment and then laughed.
"It's good. But I really wanted to have sex with you."
"But you promised we won't."
"I've broken promises in the past too."
"You'll spoil me."
"I don't understand how Meera is doing it. I mean, what is she giving you in bed? It must be so good that's why I can't seduce you anymore, right?"
I laughed and patted her cheek.
"She's great." I quipped.
We heard the sound of the front door being pushed open. Suddenly a man was standing there and he walked in, only to see us and stop.
"Oh!" He was as shocked as we were. I and Ananya almost pushed each other, making it kind of obvious that we were doing something wrong.
"Who are you?"
Ananya's voice rose, even startling me. The visitor had an embarrassing look.
"I'm sorry. I.. I guess I've stepped into the wrong apartment."
"Which one is yours?"
Ananya asked again.
"The vacant one. That's all I can say."
"Well, this one's taken."
"Yeah, I can see that. Bye."
He walked back and closed the door from outside.
"Shit!" Ananya looked at me. I laughed aloud.
"This one's taken, right?"
Ananya joined me, "yeah."
Her phone rang, stopping her laughter as she looked at the screen. It was Desai.
She looked at me.
"Can I kiss you while I'm talking to him?"
"What!" I was surprised. Ananya didn't wait for my reply before she threw her arm around my neck and then answered the phone. Her lips were on mine before I heard Desai's voice from the phone.
"Where are you, my dear?"
Ananya sucked my lips and I sucked her back enough to deliberately delay her response.
"I'm with a friend. I left early, Susheel."
"That's okay. I'm leaving early too. Let's go."
Ananya's face lost its sheen in a second.
"Go where?"
"My place."
"Are you crazy? I'm not even home."
"You can feel at home at my place. I already miss you tonight, dear."
"But...but what about Sam?"
There was panic in her voice.
"I have told him already, don't worry about him."
"Susheel...I...I need to take a shower. I can't..."
"Forget it. I just want you now. My cock is already hard you won't believe how I'm gonna make you dance on it, babe. You'll love it, I know. Come on, don't be late."
He cut the call right away. Ananya sighed.
"Bastard!" She shook her head.
"Is he gonna be alone there?"
I asked. Ananya looked at me.
"Oh, I didn't think about it. Oh my God! Maybe he's inviting someone over dinner, otherwise, he wouldn't have told Sam so early. Oh my God! Where's this all going?"
She rued. I felt sad for her and angry for Desai.
"Don't go, if you don't want to," I said.
"There's no choice, Krish. He's the boss." Ananya cried. I had no idea how to console her.
 
The scene was set. Ananya was going to Desai's house that night. She had no choice because she was his pet.
He loves to see me cry and I do cry. I scream non-stop. Ananya's words echoed in my head while driving back home. The thought that Desai might even make her sleep with his unknown friend devastated me further.
I felt I was robbed of something. Ananya was dying for some intimacy with me, and I wondered what if I hadn't disappointed her. Perhaps I would have fucked her, lying on the brand new granite floor of the brand new apartment that Desai gifted her, and I would have finished filling her pussy before Desai's phone call. When she would make it to Desai's bed later that evening, she would have been already carrying my seeds.
I visualised the possibility and it gave me a sense of contentment because I had the power to do that any other day. I felt Desai didn't have the power to rob me of everything. I was also capable of giving it back to him.
But I was not ready to be unfaithful to Meera again. So I thought of options to save Ananya from Desai's grip. The only way was to get her a new job that's better than the current one.
I knew of a person who could help me.
Later that evening I called Ashish Sehgal. He readily invited me for dinner. I thanked him.
"I'm humbled by your invitation, Ashish. In fact, I called you for help."
He was ready to listen. I sent him Ananya's resume which I prepared based on my memory.
"This is just a rough idea. She's more skilled than any of my friends of her age. She's young and experienced, and the only thing she needs is a recommendation from the right person. She deserves better."
I said. For once I doubted if Ashish would enjoy a woman being praised. But he promised me that he would do it.
"Just give me some time." He insisted.
I thanked him again.
I decided to keep it secret from Ananya until it was confirmed.
 
*****       *****       *****       *****
 
For the dinner night, I expected Meera would put the least effort into her looks. However, she chose an off-shoulder orange dress that turned her into an absolute figure of beauty. It did not show off her cleavage like her other dresses, but the way it bared the skin around her neck and exposed her shoulders completely turned her into her hottest self.
"Oh my God!" I did not hide my reaction. "You are going to clean bowl him."
"I don't want to clean bowl anyone except you, honey." She said.
"Well, you've done it perfectly."
"Thanks, my baby."
She smiled.
"But I thought you would've worn something modest."
I saw her smile fading. "Do you want me to wear something modest?"
"That's not what I meant."
"I'm not wearing it for Desai. We're not going for dinner at Desai's place. We're going to a public place. I'm wearing it to be myself."
Meera's statement gave me the confidence that we both were ready to have dinner with Desai. We were not afraid of him.
But as I saw her walking around in her knee-length dress that showed off the best of her curves, I wondered if Desai would lose his self-imposed control and attempt to try out his luck again after seeing her.
If he dared to make a small move on me, the smallest hint, I'll walk away. Meera's warning was now my strength.
I wore a blue colour blazer over a white shirt. At the restaurant, I found Desai too wearing the same outfit, though his bulky physique helped him look different.
"What a coincidence!" Desai exclaimed. "I wonder if Meera would confuse who her husband is."
His lame joke didn't go well with Meera.
"Not a chance." She didn't smile as she replied.
Desai hugged me as he had often done to me in the past, but this time it embarrassed me a bit because Meera was watching. As he turned to her, she readily forwarded her hand to him. He held her palm and kissed her on the back of it.
As I watched his lips touching her skin, I felt a pang of uneasiness.
His night has got its worth. I thought.
The restaurant was quite busy. But there was enough space between the tables and it added a sense of calmness and privacy to the large dining area. The decoration was modest but innovative. The main attraction was the vines planted on either side of the hall. The vines had grown enough to cover the ceiling in parts.
We were welcomed and led to our table by two cute girls dressed in white and violet. As we settled in our seats Desai complimented my choice of restaurant. He shared a childhood experience when he did not know how to do things right in places like a restaurant. As a kid, he was a bit shy.
"I wouldn't exactly call my shy. A bit rough. You know I had a bulkier body frame than my agemates. It made me stand out and a bit nervous at times. So I always pushed myself to the back of the line and hence missed out on a lot of chances to be on the front line. At one of the restaurants like this, I still remember it because of these green vines, a friend asked me to go ahead and place the order even though I didn't think that was something I needed to learn. I went on to place the order and it was an experience. It's stupid as an adult but as a child it's something, isn't it? Small things, teach you good things. I just remembered my old friend here, thanks to you Krish."
I smiled wholeheartedly. I could not stop admiring him for his ability to make me comfortable despite all the hatred I was hiding in my heart. I looked at Meera and she was equally comfortable with him. She did not seem to be nervous at all. It was as if she had forgotten how this man had taken her to his apartment and fucked her brains out for a whole night.
From the beginning, I noticed how Desai was holding back from appreciating Meera's appearance. I could rather notice men from the other tables stealing glances at her. As we placed the food order and the dinner progressed, I became convinced that he had certainly worked on his behaviour for the night. He was going to win her trust. Meera was smiling at him more often than I expected.
His stories were good, as usual. His funny quotes made both me and Meera smile.
At one point a couple approached us and the woman introduced herself to Desai.
"Sir my name is Smitha Umesh. I'm a co-founder of EOC, the NGO for orphans."
She thanked Desai for helping her NGO and she invited him to visit them. Desai politely accepted her invitation.
"I don't even remember this NGO," Desai said after the woman was gone. "I do not deal with these things. The only thing I do is tell my staff how much we can afford to grant for a year. That's it."
I felt he was being humble. However, Meera was not impressed. Desai noticed it.
"What happened?" He asked her.
"You don't have to run a show to impress me, Desai. I'm already impressed to a certain level."
Meera's reply made me immediately think she was rude. But Desai wasn't offended.
"I am not surprised by your judgment. I know you always doubt me. You think I am the most wicked soul out there."
"You are, Desai," Meera hit back readily. "I've seen a lot of men like you and I've made a few opinions about them. None of them has ever gone wrong."
Desai smiled.
"I do not doubt that you are not like the ordinary. But I am confident of proving you wrong. One day you'll understand who I am."
I hate to admit that at this point I was not enjoying how Meera was not breaking eye contact with him.
"I don't want to understand who you are, Desai. I have understood enough. You are very successful and a thorough professional on the work front, that's where you have my respect and my husband's admiration. I am aware that you befriended him only because you wanted to get close to me. Don't pretend to be something else. It'll be wise if you tell yourself it doesn't work."
I could see Meera was anguish but I was impressed by the way she was speaking without making an angry face. I had been angry with Desai in the past. I had never found a way to express it other than shouting. I had even attacked him once, physically.
Desai equalled her with his composure.
"I have never hidden from you how much I longed for you. But I have come to terms with what I can have and cannot. You are such a great woman and wife. Who can't be in awe of you?"
The blatant flattery on her face calmed her down a bit. She smiled and her tone varied suddenly. "Stop it, okay?"
"Stop what?"
"It doesn't suit you."
"But it works, always."
"How do you know?"
"History, lady."
"Is that how you..." she paused and suddenly changed the subject. "Why didn't you bring your friend today? Didn't she come?"
I had become a silent spectator of their banter but I did not mind.
"Which friend are you talking about?"
"The doctor, of course."
I was again surprised that Meera brought that subject as if she could not forget Maithrei.
"I can't take her out for lunch and dinner every day. She's got a husband and a couple of kids."
Desai said.
"Wow. Does it stop you from something?"
Meera was now teasing him.
"A few husbands stop me from everything."
"Not just the husband," I corrected.
"So her husband doesn't know your thing?" Meera asked.
"My what?" Desai put up an innocent face.
"I mean that you're seeing her."
"I don't tell every husband that I'm seeing his wife. That's not how it works. I'm not crazy. I know when to keep things under the carpet."
"Woah! That makes me an exception," I said.
"That's because you've met me and told me to stay away from your wife. I know there's nothing to hide."
I remembered how he had leaked his affair with Ananya to Sam to eventually trap him with greed and make Ananya his pet.
Desai looked at us alternately as he spoke. "I know that you both, especially Meera, are wary of me. She thinks I'm a monster who's out there to steal something from her. No. I never snatch things like that. Maybe my appearance tells you otherwise, but I believe in romance. Friendships."
I laughed when I heard him talk about romance.
"Yeah, your appearance tells us otherwise," I said and quickly added. "Come on, Desai. You don't look like a monster. You are a gentleman. Isn't he, Meera?" I looked at Meera as I asked.
"Yeah, he's a gentleman."
Meera said with a smile and her head tilted to a side. I noticed that the top edge of her dress had slipped down an inch and it was providing a nice view of her beautiful cleavage. I did not know how it happened - whether accidentally or deliberately. Looking at her, even I had a hard time not staring at it. She looked so hot that I wanted to stop the dinner and take her home right then.
However, Desai seemed oblivious of this. I could not catch him staring at her cleavage even once.
I knew he was doing well in controlling his thirsty eyes and I felt good about it. I felt good that Meera was making him burn inside. I didn't want Desai to go home as nothing happened. I wanted him to go back like a failed man who wished something but got nothing. I wanted him to feel how it was to be a loser. I wanted him to feel the pain of losing.
"Everyone's a gentleman here." Desai went on with the conversation. "Look at Krish. I would like to correct your belief that I befriended him to get close to you. If you think a bit more clearly, you know I didn't need him to get close to you. I become close to him because I found him interesting. People lick my feet, literally. Krish is different and he has earned my respect. I look at him and try to learn how to make friends with my foes. I know there was a time when he would have wanted to kill me. But look at him, he's having dinner with me, without compromising his self-respect one bit. It's a commendable trait of him."
No matter how much I wanted to hate him, I couldn't stop feeling good after hearing his words. He was praising me in front of my wife, who had made a slightly demeaning observation about my friendship with him. There was no way I could still be completely hostile to him.
 
The dinner was finished. Desai thanked me for the dinner and congratulated me on the promotion. He also thanked Meera for being kind enough to sit with him and dine with him.
Meera thanked him too, for tolerating her tongue assault throughout the dinner.
"You are embarrassing me by saying like that. I have enjoyed our conversation. This is the kind of conversation one would like to cherish."
Desai said.
He walked us up to the parking lot. Meera's face and the bare skin under her neck shone like gold in the neon light in the parking. She looked like a goddess who deserves to be worshipped.
"You know, I thought you'd try to be romantic," Meera told Desai. "But I am glad you didn't. It saved you from the embarrassment."
Desai smiled for a moment to prepare his reply.
"I know my place, Meera. It's not me who should be romantic tonight. It is this gentleman, the lucky man." He patted on my shoulder. "I would like to ask you to make tonight memorable, Krish."
"How?"
I asked.
"You have all the freedom and time to do it. But I want you to promise me you'll do as I say. I would like to give you some tips."
I glanced at Meera and then gestured for him to continue. Desai watched her for a few seconds and turned to me.
"You should start it from the moment you walk into your house. I know you'd admit that I'm right to say Meera look so gorgeous tonight that wasting tonight would be a crime. I would suggest you press her gently against the front door and bombard her with kisses. Don't limit yourself. You should be everywhere on her body. And you should find a way to get to her sweet spot and taste it right away to give a hint about the wild night coming. She would love it. Any woman would appreciate such a treat. Then you can take her to your bed. But I suggest you pause a moment in the dining hall. Lay her on the dining table and share a little more love. Get in there, and tease her with your intention, I mean what you're gonna do there once you've taken her to your bed. If you ask me, no woman will stop giving you everything after that. She'll be asking for it. Believe me, your lady has the confidence to express herself in bed, and all you need is to play it slow. Once you've taken her to your bed, you can give her your best. Tonight should be a day to cherish, and I suggest you don't end it quickly. The longer the better."
The words that flew from his mouth was taken me by surprise. He went on fluently and I even forgot to see how Meera was responding. He had smartly planted a seed in my head. I was transferred to the past and brought back to the present in seconds as Desai awakened our memories of a night we had ever tried to forget.
As he wished us good night, he moved forth to hug me first. I did not hesitate. Then he turned to Meera and sought the same response from her. I was surprised when Meera didn't limit herself to handshake. She moved forth and let him hug her. My heart nearly stopped as I watched him hug her slowly as if to have a feel of her warm body. I could not stop wondering whether he would have felt the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Thanks for the night, I mean the dinner. I'll be dreaming about you tonight. Of course, just dreaming without aiming to make it real, and that too, with Krish's permission only."
And he turned to me.
"I have your permission, haven't I?"
I barely smiled.
"That's a yes."
Desai nodded.
"And you know what I'll be dreaming. Good night, love birds!"
Desai waved his palm.
 
 
On our way home I found myself lost in the dreamy world of Desai. My dick remained hard throughout the drive. At home, I pushed Meera against the front door and kissed her. From her mouth, her neck, her breast and belly, I shifted my target areas many times, until I finally knelt in front of her and lifted her dress. I pulled her panty down to her ankles. I found myself doing exactly what I knew Desai had done to her in the unforgettable night, inhaling the aroma of her cunt and then unleashing a tongue assault on her pussy. It was the first time I was eating her cunt since our vacation. Meera freed her right ankle from the panty and lifted her thigh over my shoulder to give me better access. Even she had surrendered to Desai's dream.
After making her gasp and giggle for longer than I thought I would, I asked her where I should take her, "dining table or bedroom?"
I was apprehensive about her reaction to my blatant attempt to follow Desai's suggestion.
But Meera had no hesitation.
"Bedroom is far away."
The dining table wasn't.
For once I wondered if she was equally thrilled to play along with the big guy's wish.
We left her panty near the door as we moved to the dining hall. On the dining table, Meera allowed me to lay her on top of it with her legs hanging from the edge to have me feeding on her pussy again. Her pussy was wet with juices and it was saltier than ever I could remember. I slurped it like honey. The more I licked, the thirstier I became. Meera moaned, calling out my name. I soon lifted her thighs to open her up and let my tongue wander into her ass hole. I could see everything right in front of my eyes and I felt proud for I was allowed to do the grossest thing to excite her. I tried to push my tongue inside the closed-hole and failed. But it invariably made my dick ooze precum in my pants and I could feel it. I got up momentarily to turn her and push her on top of the table. I went down again, this time I split her ass cheeks and licked along the crack between them. I then returned to her pussy to lick dry the juices again. As she was lying over the table, the beauty of her round ass was at its complete naked glory, making me wonder how she was keeping it so perfect. 
As I spilt her pussy lips with my tongue and tried to push it in, Meera asked me to fuck her.
She stood up and began to lie back on the table, asking me if I could climb on top of her.
I feared that the table will break so I made her sit on the edge and pressed the round head of my dick between her pussy lips. She moaned again as I slowly yet intently pushed it into her. I buried it deep inside her and Meera cried again.
"Aaah... Krish...Just hold...please..."
She suppressed a scream there. I was astonished to see Meera had come just while I pushed my dick only once. I kept my dick deep inside her while she held me firm with her hands and I let her immerse herself into the river of pleasure.
She laughed as the sensation came to an end.
"Oh my God. That was so good."
I kissed her and she opened her mouth to engulf my lips all the way. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it.
My intense licking had done the trick. It took a moment to bring back Meera to breathe again.
She turned her face to the side and looked at me through the corner of her eyes.
"Now .." she whispered. She hugged me tight while began to move slowly. It caused the right amount of friction but it was a difficult pose because of the height of the table.
"I can't stand here baby. Let's go to the room."
Meera said.
I nodded and slowly pulled out my dick from her pussy. It was hard and shiny.
"I want to taste your juice, my baby."
I said, unable to control lust.
She touched my face.
"You'll get it. But for now, taste my spit."
She said looking into my eyes.
I was stunned, even though I was so ready for it. It was the first time she had ever asked me to open my mouth so intently and desiringly.
"Yes."
I moaned and opened my mouth.
She pressed me down to bring my face a few inches below her face and spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and opened my mouth again. Next time she pushed me further down and spat from higher. This time she couldn't spit straightaway into my mouth. Her saliva landed on my lips. I quickly lapped it up with my tongue. 
"You're so dirty. I love you, baby."
She smiled and spat again. More saliva fell around my mouth and I couldn't lick it.
"In my mouth, baby."
I said.
"No."
She laughed.
"Please."
"Then open your mouth wider."
It was an order.
I obeyed. This time she held her mouth closer to mine and deposited a lot of saliva in one go.
But my quench would never go away.
In the room, we made love like once in a long time. I did it slowly and made sure I paused to cool down a bit before I reached the heights. I pulled out right in time as I knew she was not on safe period. The thick stream of cum was spurted on her soft belly.
She looked at me doubtfully as I squeezed out the last drop.
"You want more, baby?" I asked, still panting.
"Of course, I want more." She sat up readily and wiped her belly and my dick with a towel. And next moment her head was down, taking my dick into her mouth. I moaned. It was not the night my dick would lose its charm so easily. She wanted me back inside her, clean.
A few minutes later I was on top of her again, resuming the action. We changed pace and positions, and I ate eat her pussy again before I fucked her to help her hit her second orgasm of the night.
We were tired, eventually, and satisfied, by the time it ended.
All thanks to Desai. I would later be embarrassed to accept it.
As I kissed her hard in the end I felt I might hurt her.
"I can't stop kissing you baby, am I hurting you?"
"Make my lips bleed. It's okay..."
Meera said.
 
When I woke up in the morning, I could not stop thinking about the night from the beginning to end. I was embarrassed to admit that Desai had aroused me like hell with a few words. I forced myself to believe that I was already seduced by Meera and I was controlled by none but her.
But I lost my ground when I tried to find out what might have aroused Meera. I was very happy about the night, especially about giving her multiple orgasms, but I could not stop pondering about what was going on inside her mind. I wondered if Meera was thinking about her night with Desai.
I imagined myself in place of Meera and I tried to think like her. I tried to imagine Meera revisiting her memory of lying under Desai's naked body and getting fucked by him. I imagined Meera looking at me and fantasizing Desai in my place.
The thought of my wife dreaming of Desai and secretly cherishing how good the sex with him was sent shivers down my spine.
 
Meera was still asleep. As it was Sunday, she slept till the sun was out. And when she woke up, she smiled at me.
"Last night was great, baby. I loved it."
 
I wondered what exactly was great about it.
What I did to you or what you remembered about Desai?
 

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[krish_999]

Hi dear Author Krish,

I just wanted to suggest you a point regarding your writings.
No doubt that you are a brilliant writer and you always give logics behind the story and always proceed with a pace which actually makes it a erotica. But just a suggestion that I personally feel that you sometimes lack sexual tension in your updates. There have been instances where sexual tension was indeed felt but it do lacks if take the story as a whole. Please don't mind, I am just speaking my mind.
           Either you at instant provide with direct sex scene or there are just logical conversations which we do admire but sexual tension is also something which should be there in an erotica. I never meant it should be full of baseless sex or just sex ,I meant that if there is sexual tension developed , then it keeps the reader on the edge. It's not just sex scenes which actually arouse the most readers but the scenario how its happening. of course we can not manipulate the characters and personality of the characters.. its just that some scenarios makes it way more arousing than the actual sex scene.
I hope you get my point and don't take in opposite sense. 
Just wrote what I had in my mind....

Thanks

Thanks for writing what's in your mind. I think comments like this will only help one improve as a writer. Thanks for not holding back.
I also have no issues when people speak of what do they expect to see happen next in the story. Even though I don't change my plot based on them, such comments makes me understood what readers are expecting and how they are perceiving the emotions in the story.
I'm really thankful for all those who've posted comments here. It gives me great joy when I come back to the site and see so many comments.


The next chapter looks a smaller one, and I am looking forward to post it sooner than usual.
Thanks again.
With love.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Chapter Fifteen

 
"You were so hot last night," I told Meera as we had breakfast.
"And you were almost like a maniac. My body is aching." Meera blushed. "I feel exhausted, but I also feel rejuvenated."
I wanted to ask her the real reason behind her arousal. But I ignored the thought as I was afraid that she would ask me the same about me. I didn't want to admit I was aroused by Desai's talk. I was sure she wouldn't buy my other opinion that I found her irresistible. She had always been irresistible.
 
In the evening, we went to a film. It was a lovely film. We were talking about it and laughing even after leaving the theatre. We had dinner at a cosy restaurant before heading back home.
We were again in the mood to make out before we reached home. Meera knew my intention and she was smiling as I unlocked our door.
"You're hurrying it," she giggled.
I quickly opened the door and pulled her inside.
"It feels we're entering a hotel suite. Shouldn't I hurry then?"
I asked and kissed her. She kissed me back. I could tell from her breath that she was equally aroused.
There was no stopping after that. We barely reached our bed before I was ready to lower my pants. Meera caressed me over my underwear and asked me to remove it. I didn't hesitate. She too didn't, as she removed her top and unhooked her bra in one go.
"You're so hard," Meera caressed me again. "What are you going to do to me?"
I pulled down her jeans and panty together to her knees and I was looking at her shaved pussy. I wanted to eat it. But I was way past the need for foreplay.
"I'm going to fuck my baby," I said, looking up.
I couldn't remove her tight jeans beyond her shank and she did it herself to present me the glorious view of her completely nude body.
"Then do it," she whispered.
But she stopped me right before I could lay her on the bed.
"Not now," she said and pulled me close to her. She kept her right foot on the bed and left on the floor and invited me. "Now."
I was surprised. "Like this?"
I was even more surprised as she grabbed my dick and guided it into her. My body arched inward automatically as I pushed my dick inside her.
"Mmm..." Meera moaned. I was going in the right place. I moved further and she moaned again. I was hitting the sweet spot with the right amount of friction every time I pounded hard and Meera hugged me tight with a suppressed scream sooner than I expected. I couldn't understand what magic I had performed.
It was beyond my belief and I was learning new things. She was teaching me.
I kissed her hard and sucked her tongue while I began to fuck her again. I fucked her for long in the standing position, making her switch leg that was kept on the bed.
I found my passion still high and I didn't want to stop serving her. I lay on my back and asked her to sit on my throat to allow me to eat her pussy non-stop. I didn't stop until she begged me to stop. When I asked her to ride me, she grabbed my dick and guided it into her wet hole.
"You are still so hard," she moaned through the wet kisses she gave me while riding me. Her tits were as hard as they were on the previous night. I sucked them alternately. She moved her hip backwards slowly and dropped it faster, making my dick penetrate her with a noise. It felt like she was fucking me. And she was going to finish me there. While on the edge of hitting her second orgasm, she paused a moment to kiss me and she flicked her lips over my lips. Her wet tongue danced over my lips, making me realise how much she desired me and how much she loved me. She then pushed her tongue into my mouth and started riding me again. She came for the second time, and she passed her saliva down to my throat while quivering with a long orgasm.
"Oh my God, I'm so tired. It feels so good to be like this... Promise me you'll always be mine" She cupped her palms around my face, locking me with her eyes.
"I'll always be yours, baby," I said and came on top of her to pound her hard for another few seconds. She sensed when I reached the peak and asked me not to pull out.
"I'm safe from today," she said.
I came like huge.
That night I realised there's nothing that can make you happier than great sex. I found all my doubts fading out as I slept hugging Meera's naked body.
It was another night to remember.
 
Ananya phoned me on Monday.
"I'm sorry about last Friday Krish, it was a disaster." She was apologetic.
"It's okay. I can understand you, Ananya."
I refrained from straightaway asking about the night even though I was curious to know about it.
But she had more to reveal.
"I phoned you to tell you something, Krish. Last night I slipped a bit. I mean, about our secret. I told Susheel about our past. Not entirely. I told him we've had sex already."
"What!" I was stunned. For a brief moment, I was angry. Then I thought she was bluffing. "But why?"
"He wanted me to seduce you."
It wasn't a new thing for me. Desai had offered me the chance to sleep with her already. I knew why he was trying to do it. But I pretended to be innocent.
"Why?"
"Because after watching me do it with his friend, he wanted to see more like that. But he didn't want to see his friend do it again. So he chose you."
"And?"
"I felt his alpha male ego should get a reality check. He thinks he is the best. I wanted to tell him there are better men out there. So I told him that I had already slept with you, years ago. And I said you were better than he has ever been, and there is no point in persuading me to sleep with you."
I should have rather felt good about her statement that I was better than Desai in bed. But as I would later wonder many times, I did not feel like it could be true. I did not ever believe I could be better. That was perhaps the root cause of my insecurity around Meera. The way she had narrated the night with him had certainly made me believe for my life that I could never repeat what he had done to her. When Ananya spoke to me about many incidents of Desai's sexual prowess, it merely acted as nails to strengthen that belief on the walls of my heart.
Therefore I ignored her point and asked about Desai.
"What did he say?"
"He did not believe me at first. But then was like, 'now I fucking understand why the fuck Krish was not ready to sleep with you, oh shit I should have thought about it’ and all. You should have seen his face then."
"You shouldn't have told him that, Ananya," I said.
"I wanted him to stop pushing me to you. I wanted to hit him where it hurts the most. His male ego. I am sorry I had to break our secret."
I was already thinking about the possibility of Desai trying to blackmail me with the information to get Meera, even though I wasn't scared of it.
"Didn't you think he can tell this to Sam?"
"No, he won't tell Sam." Ananya was confident. "I've told him that he can't tell anyone else, because if he told someone then I'm going to deny it all."
"Did he hurt you after that?" I asked softly.
"He was changed after that. He couldn't shake it off his head for the whole night. He kept asking me the details, like about how it felt and how you were. He was so jealous and eager to do better. He did not let me sleep well. He wanted to know why you were better than him. I said you were soft and lovely and allowed me to go on top of you and even let me spit into your mouth. When I told him that, you won't believe me - he wanted me to do that to him."
I couldn't stop smiling, "and did you spit into his mouth?"
"Yeah, I didn't miss the chance." I could sense the excitement in her voice.
"How did you feel?"
"Well...it was the most wonderful sex I had with him ever. He too felt the same and he asked me if I wanted anything from him. Anything I wanted. I said I don't want to sleep with any of his friends. And never in the presence of Sam and never in my house."
"Good wish list." I quipped.
"He said he will think about it."
"Do you think he will ask me about the truth before he does so?"
"What will you say ?"
"Well, I will say the truth."
I said.
 
Even though I told her that I'll admit Desai that I had slept with Ananya, I wondered whether I had blundered by seeking help from Ashish for her. I didn't want Meera to know that I'm still in touch with Ananya and I'm helping her through none other than Ashish. My only solace was a hope that Ashish and Desai were not close enough to share such details.
That evening when Meera came home I asked her about Ashish. Her opinion about her boss remained extremely negative.
"What if your boss is actually a friend of Desai and they are plotting together to make you think favourably about the latter? Has it ever crossed your mind?"
I asked.
"Of course I have thought about it!" Meera said with a smile. "But they don't like each other, I know that."
Meera's reply gave me some relief that things were under control.
 
***** ***** ***** *****
 
On Sunday we visited the temple. When Pawan knew about it he expressed his interest to join us next time. We were getting closer to him than other neighbours.

Meera told me that Pawan and Sheetal had earlier tried to undergo IVF. But Pawan was sceptical about it, as he came to know of the expected hormonal injections and physical interventions Sheetal needed to undergo as part of the treatment. Eventually, he decided in favour of it. But their hope of seeing a baby foot was crushed by a laboratory result. Sheetal said it was a time when their lives were nothing short of hell, without any hope. She had withdrawn into a cocoon until she met Meera with whom she shared her worries to an extent. Sheetal told Meera that she was a wonderful person to speak to.

Sheetal had requested Meera to keep her infertility treatment a secret. But Meera told me about it the same day.

"You're really a great friend," I said.

"I know I can't keep secrets from you for long, so why even try?"

Meera retorted.

 

As we saw Pawan and Sheetal quite a lot, I noticed one thing. While Sheetal looked forward to spending her evenings with Meera, Pawan appeared desperate to be my friend. Every time he saw me he wanted to strike a conversation about nothing. He was everywhere I went. He would often run into me at sweet shops and markets but he hardly came forward to shop with me. At one point I even started wondering if he was stalking me.

And there was a strange note in his behaviour whenever he saw me with Meera apart from being overly nervous around her.

In the evenings I would often stand on our balcony and watch Meera and Sheetal going for the evening walk. I later noticed that Pawan would always be around when they would cross the gate. It was easy to guess what he was doing. He was infatuated by my wife's stunning looks. However, he never dared to start a conversation with Meera.

In my mind too, he was one of the regular folks who were way out of her league. And he never appeared in my evening fantasies. I was not going to be entertained if he was stalking Meera.

So one day I decided to confront him.

I walked up to him immediately after Meera and Sheetal returned from the park.

"Watching the ladies, huh?" I asked in a stern voice. "What are you doing, dude? Escorting the ladies?"

"Not the ladies," he smiled lavishly at me. "Only one lady. My wife."

I was taken aback a little.

"Does she need it?"

"No. But I am worried about her health." He said. I felt bad for doubting him.

He was not stalking me or my wife. He was just overly concerned about his wife's health, especially after the failed medical treatments.

Pawan invited me over a coffee as usual and this time I decided to accept.

I followed him to his apartment and Sheetal served me coffee. She looked fresh out of a quick shower and the tips of her hair were still dripping wet.

"It looks like my visit is untimely," I said. "You finished your shower too quick."

Sheetal just smiled as Pawan replied.

"We’re just happy that you visited."

Sheetal went back to her room as I casually picked up a Rubik's cube from the display shelf and began to solve it while chatting over mundane affairs. Pawan was surprised when I finished it. He was so excited that he called Sheetal and handed her the completed puzzle.

"He did it. Can you believe it?"

"We got this thing like two years ago." Sheetal had a look at the cube and smiled at me admiringly. "Since then, this is the first time I'm seeing it in the original condition."

I laughed. "There're some tricks to solve it. Don't worry, I'll teach you both, one day."

I said.

It took me a few days to forgive myself for suspecting Pawan.

 
I anticipated Desai's call for a few days. I was sure he would be dying to confront me.
I was ready to tell him that Meera knows about my fling with Ananya. I felt this would give him another shock if he was planning to blackmail me with the information.
But surprisingly the call never came. I thought he was plotting something else.
 
I didn't hear anything from Desai for one week. Then one day when Meera came home she told me she along with her colleagues had coffee with Desai.
Desai gave them a treat because he was impressed by a report prepared by Meera's team. The team had three members - Meera, Anagha, and another colleague named Nelson.
I was sure Desai's good impression of the project was solely based on Meera's presence in the group. The only thing he needed was an excuse to meet up with Meera.
And he was now capable of making it. I could sense the casualness when Meera spoke of him. There was a time when merely hearing his name would have upset her. Now she was comfortable sharing a coffee table with him.
 
The situation was becoming a little tricky. I was worried for sure. But I was not finding a good reason to express my reaction. Desai wasn't intruding on my personal life. Neither was he seeking anything from Meera. He was just being around as a good person. His excuses to meet Meera at her office were always professional in the past. The fact that Meera never needed him professionally had so far helped her distance herself from him. But now the situation was different. Meera had unknowingly taken advantage of a friendship with Desai and her colleagues knew of it. And she was forced to behave in a socially accepted manner with him.
It means she had to smile at him every time he visited her office. She had to shake hands with him whenever he forwarded his hand to her. She had to accompany her colleagues if Desai collectively asked them out.
I knew it wouldn't take long before he invited them all to his house for a lavish lunch. If that happened, the first thing he would do to Meera would be showing her his bedroom, only to awaken the memory of a long night in her.
I imagined Meera standing at his bedroom door and looking at the king-size bed. I was sure Meera's heartbeats would rise. Her body would become warm. Her cheeks would turn red. Her palms would sweat.
I cringed every time these thoughts crossed my mind.
But there was nothing I could do because I was afraid of showing my insecurity to Meera. I didn't want her to see me like a coward who was scared of a man whom she was confident of handling well. The only way to calm me down was to trust Meera completely.
I had to believe her.
 
 
One day I was having a casual conversation with Meera at home when she mentioned her boss was a divorcee. I knew it wasn't true because Ashish himself had told me about his wife and daughter who lived abroad. He seemingly hated women including his wife but he was a responsible husband and father. I had seen him talking to his wife when I visited his apartment earlier.
This made me wonder if Meera knew her boss well enough to claim the latter and Desai did not like each other. I again started thinking I shouldn't have sought help from Ashish to find a job for Ananya. My apprehension only grew with time as I heard nothing favourable from Ashish.
However, one day he killed all my worries with a phone call.
"Krish, I have found a job for your friend," He said.
He gave me the details and I felt it was a job Ananya would love to have.
Ashish had truly announced himself in front of me as a man of words. I thanked him wholeheartedly.
 
I met Ananya at a café to give the good news.
However, she appeared gloomy to face me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Ananya said Desai was just joking about letting her go. "He was lying."
"What?"
"He told me he would never ask me to sleep with his friends. He would neither come to my house nor do any type of intimacy in Sam's presence. He is even ready to let me go if that's what I wanted."
"Then why do you think he’s lying?”
"Because, in return he wants me to do one thing," Ananya paused a moment before she spoke further. “He wants to sleep with Meera. And he wants me to help him."
Her revelation did not shock me. But it made me wonder why Desai would speak of his wish to Ananya. I couldn't understand why Desai failed to guess Ananya would straightaway bring it to me.
What game is he playing?
“He was just saying it to see what I would say. I told him it’s impossible.” Ananya added.
“What did he say?”
"I told you he didn’t mean to let me go."
Only I knew Desai meant exactly what he said.
"Don’t worry. I have a better option. I have found a job for you," I revealed.
"Seriously? But how?"
Ananya's voice was suddenly alive.
I gave her the details of the job. She reached for my hand over the table.
"You are beyond what I deserve, Krish. I don't know how to thank you. You are one of the great things that ever happened to me."
She was going to cry, I thought. I grabbed her hands and patted her slowly on the back of her palm. She somehow managed to control her tears.
Ananya said she'd be proud to have that job.
"But I think Sam wouldn't like it." Her voice was low again.
 
Her doubt was right. Sam didn't want her to change her job when everything was going in the 'right' direction for them.
Ananya called me the next day to tell me about this and the fight she had with Sam. He eventually gave in when she threatened him with suicide. However, he asked her to keep it secret from Desai till the last moment. She agreed.
I felt things were on the right track. Ananya was going to be free from Desai.
 
Ananya resigned from her current job exactly two weeks later and joined the new office the very next day. Before Desai could guess what she would do after resigning, she had landed her new job.
Ananya phoned me every day from her new office to tell me how wonderful it was to be back in an office she had been dreaming about.
"Now I'm going to live my life my way, finally."
She said. Her voice was filled with happiness.
I felt glad that I could finally save her from her misery.
 
But it didn't take long before Desai found out how his beloved pet got the courage to pull it off. All the hell broke in his head the moment he learned my role in it.
I was standing on the balcony after dinner when I received his phone call.
‘Krish, I had let you live peacefully with Meera. But you again put your finger on my property. I have learnt how you've slept with Ananya and you just helped her say no to me. Now I'm letting myself make a word here. I won’t sleep with any woman until I sleep with Meera. Now you know how desperate that would leave me and how I am gonna make it happen.’
"Make your wish carefully, Mr Desai."
I said in a calm voice. I controlled my anger well. Meera was in the kitchen and I didn't want her to hear my voice.
"I know how to make a wish, you dumbass. Do you remember how Ananya returned to me after I fucked her for the first time on the sugarcane farm? Like that, every other woman in my life has returned to spread their legs for me. And Meera will also do the same."
"I don't care what you believe," I said stubbornly.
"You do care, Krish. You do care a lot. Let me tell you one more thing. When I fucked your lovely Meera that night, it was she who grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy which you think you own. You know, she wanted it more than anything. She wanted me to give it deep into her. I'm damn sure she wouldn't have forgotten it. And she's going to come back to me."
 
 

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[krish_999]

Guys, I think some of you are expecting an update today. Sorry, it's not coming today.
I have already given Sunday's update a few days ago because I was able to complete it earlier. So the next update, which is next Sunday's update, will come a few days ahead of that.
Sorry if I gave you false hope of two updates this week. Next one's a long one, and I can't rush it.

[krish_999]

Bro please update it soon.....literally cant wait for the update.Have been checking the site for every 2 to 3 hrs for an update. U are one hell of a writer man. Really waiting for update ....make it quick if possible.

Sorry to keep you on waiting and waiting. I'm trying my best to finish the update and post it by tomorrow.

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Chapter - Sixteen

Desai had once again unmasked his real face. I knew he had been trying to fake a changed soul who could respect me and Meera as a couple.

 
He had ended the phone call without waiting for my response, leaving me disappointed as well as angry. Disappointed, because I was denied a chance to laugh at him. I wanted to laugh louder enough to convey that I hadn’t believed a word he spoke. Angry, that he had the guts to tell me my wife was a whore in bed with him. He hadn’t used the exact words but it was the implied.
 I wished if he had done the blabbering in person so that I could have jumped on him and thrashed him black and blue.
 Bastard! How dare is he?
 I couldn't believe I let him say those things to me.
I stood at the balcony taking long breaths to control myself. I didn't want Meera to know about this. But I soon found myself tied to the thoughts he had seeded in my head.
"Do you remember how Ananya returned to me after I fucked her for the first time in the sugarcane farm?"
I hadn't forgotten how Ananya had returned to him after the first time and how she had become his slut since then. The only reason for Ananya's fall to that low was Desai's hunger for her married pussy. In his quest to keep his dick happy he had even turned her husband a willing cuckold and a pimp.
"Like that, every other woman in my life have returned."
Desai's words echoed in my head. It delivered a fatal blow to my confidence every time I remembered his voice. I had seen him with Dr Maithrei in a public place, and I was aware that he had been sleeping with her regularly. Maithrei and Ananya were the known examples to prove the very fact he told about women in his life.
“And Meera will also do the same.”
The odds were in favour of his statement.
No. It won't happen. I shook my head in denial. It is just his dream. It will remain just a dream.
 
I spent an hour on the balcony, burning myself with the thoughts until Meera asked me if I wasn't in the mood to sleep. I went to bed and Meera was smiling at me. Her shining eyes told me that she was ready.
I didn’t know what to do. I climbed onto the bed which suddenly felt like a mountain. Meera straightaway hugged me.
"What happened, my sweetheart?" She asked.
Looking at her bright face I felt compelled to hide my worries.
"Nothing, baby," I smiled.
Meera smiled and her arm tightened around me.
"Turn to me," she said and pulled me closer. I turned to her and she kissed me. Her warm lips engulfed mine and she darted her tongue into my mouth. Her hand was moving down and just before she could touch my dick I stopped her. There was absolutely no movement down there and I was slightly embarrassed about it.
"What happened?" Meera asked again.
"I'm not ready. I think I'm not ready."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe I've got some problem. It's gone dead since this morning. I think I'll have to see a doctor," I said with a cheeky smile.
Meera looked into my eyes for a moment.
"Oh really?"
I saw a pang of playfulness in the corner of her eyes.
"Don't worry. Your doctor is here."
Next moment her palm was over my limp dick. But as it always did, her touch made it wake up.
"Mmm... You're right. This dude is dying."
She smiled and pulled down my pants. She touched me with her bare hands and that simply made it grow.
"Don't worry, baby. Your doctor is here."
Meera smiled again and moved her head towards my waist. I knew what was coming.
She was going to consume me.
"When I fucked your lovely Meera that night, it was she who grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy."
Desai's voice came back to my head as Meera grabbed my semi-hard dick and guided it into her mouth. I was taken aback by the memory but my dick was completely beyond my control as it grew harder. I gasped helplessly.
It was nothing like I thought the night would end.
I was still frustrated by Desai's open challenge and his claim of slutty behaviour from my wife, and I was expecting me to stay anguished. I wanted time to get over it. I wanted time to defend my wife and mentally come on top of Desai. But I was being denied time by none other than Meera. She had taken complete control over my body and I was left with no other option than to surrender.
There was no shame in that, anyway.
Meera had begun to bob her head slowly. She caressed my balls and licked under my erection. Her hair was let loose to fall around her head in a circle and it denied me proper view. I tried pulling her top and she quickly removed it over her head. I ran my fingers over her bra strap as she began to suck me again. Her flawless shoulder skin was a marvel to look at.
There was no stopping and thought I would hurt her lips. However, when she stopped after the long session, her complaint was about rather neck pain.
"Move it yourself, Krish." She asked me.
It was a rare invitation. It was an invitation to fuck her mouth. She wasn't done with the taste of my dick. I helped myself by turning to my left and she lied by my side and guided my dick again into her mouth. I moved it back and forth. I held behind her head and began to fuck properly and out of sheer lust I drove it deep into her throat. But my mind again wandered into the unwanted places as I remembered Desai's words about how she was in bed with him.
"She wanted me to give it deep into her. I'm damn sure she wouldn't have forgotten it. And she's going to come back to me."
I felt tired suddenly, feeling my energy to move my body becoming weaker.
"Oh my God, I'm tired." I blurted as a sense of failure grappled my mind. 
How on earth I can tell you why I'm not enjoying this, baby?
Meera sensed my tiredness and stopped me, but she didn't pull me out of her mouth. She rather moved back and pulled my waist along. I had to go up over her and bring my waist exactly above her face. She wanted me to go on.
What are you making me do, Meera?
Supporting my body weight on my knees that were placed on either side of her breasts I let my dick disappear into her mouth while she held her lips tight around it. My dick had still not reached its full-grown size. But in a few moments, I was again fucking her mouth. In my mind, I felt an urge to push her to her limit, by making her feel pain in the back of her throat, or feel choked, but I couldn't do either of it. It was either because she was ready for anything or because I was simply incapable of hurting her.
With my mind being pulled apart I knew the night was going to be a disappointment for me. And it ended as one when I came abruptly. But Meera did me a favour by swallowing it all without showing even a slight bit of repulsion.
"You are my wonder." I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her as soon as she removed my dick from her mouth, and she readily darted her tongue into my mouth.
We kissed long despite me feeling like I was tasting my own cum from her mouth. I felt it like some sort of redemption for not living up to her expectation, whatever it may be.
I was tired, but the way she kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth made me realise she was not done. It was justified too.
A minute later I found myself pulling her pants down and burying my mouth deep into her pussy. She was wet and I tried hard to turn it dry. But the more I licked the moister she became. Luckily I wasn't tired of it. I pushed my tongue deeper and harder to gift her the pleasure of penetration, and she came hard with a loud moan in the end.
"You are so good, baby." She said, breathing hard. "You are so good with your tongue. No one can beat you in this. Oh my god!"
I was sure she was just blabbering out of pleasure. Otherwise, it very well meant that there were men could beat me in other stuff.
Meera slept soon after that but I found it hard to find sleep.
That night was indeed very long.
 
 
The next morning I slept until the sun was out and I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.
It was Desai.
"I am sorry, Krish. I am very sorry."
The moment I heard his words, I felt a pang of relief, no matter what he was going to say next. "I need to see you right now. I want to apologise right now. Last night I was drunk and I just wanted to piss you off. I did not mean anything I said. I know you wouldn't believe me like that because my words were so harsh. I don't fucking remember...forget it. Can you come over, or give me an hour; I'll be in your place. I want to meet you right now."
He went on until I decided without much thinking.
"I am coming to your place."
I said.
The bastard had realised his place. He knows he can't afford to piss me off. Because I knew he wanted to keep his dream alive. 
 
 
That morning I had breakfast with Meera with a sense of fulfilment. I was going to meet Desai and he was going to confess that he was lying. All that he spoke of my wife were lies. He was going to admit that all of it was part of his dream.
It was him who pushed her onto the dining table and shoved his dick into her. It was him who spread her legs and guided that dirty piece of meat into her. It was him who got my wife drunk and weak.
 
One and a half hours later when I reached Desai's house, there was another car parked outside his garage. I felt a pang of disappointment because the presence of an unexpected visitor would make an open confession from Desai unlikely. I wanted him to open his heart and say he did not mean anything he said.
I was such an idiot.

Desai answered the door himself and I quickly realised there was no one else behind him. There is no unexpected visitor. I thought.
However, his slightly sweaty neck reminded me of an old day. The day when he opened the door and led me to his bedroom to show me Ananya sleeping in his bed.
What a day it was. I thought as the image of Ananya's naked body under the blanket reappeared from my memory. It had given me the shock of life.
"You were working out," I said quickly.
"Yeah," he shook his head. "You can say that."
"Last time when you opened your door like this, I mean the sweaty look, a woman was sleeping in your bed," I said, almost intentionally trying to make him remember that he no longer have the luxury to sleep with that woman.
"There is a woman, still in there," Desai replied automatically.
I was stunned. "What do you mean?"
I was already thinking about the worst scenario of Ananya emerging from his bedroom again.
"No, No." Desai patted me on the shoulder with a smile before leading me to the hall. "Don't worry. It's not Ananya. I am not that smart. She's a gone girl for me."
"Whoever it is," I said, pretending to be unconcerned about the woman in his bed. "But you said you won’t sleep with any woman until you sleep with my wife, didn't you?"
"I lied." Desai gestured me to sit on the large sofa. "I called you this morning to undo my lie and to apologise. I spoke too much last night."
I sat on the sofa and looked him in the eye. "You did."
"You know my intention wasn't to threaten you. I was trying to vent out my frustration. Why don't we have a drink and then talk?"
Desai suggested. I stopped him.
"I don't want to drink in the morning, Desai."
"I insist, Krish. I will need a drink. I haven't apologised to anyone in a while. I didn't need to. It's a tough task."
He didn't wait for my response as he brought a bottle of scotch and two glasses. I waited silently as he served it with ice cubes. I felt like I deserved a drink anyway. It felt like being equal to him in every sense. He was not the dominating personality that I've known in the past. Perhaps it was time I stopped to be wary of him, I thought.
"I'm trying to please you. Can't you see?" Desai asked me as we toasted with a minimal gesture. I laughed a little.
"Why do you think you need to do it?"
"Because I pissed you off. You've been in my place but as far as I remember, you had it under control."
"What happened to you? Because I had already fucked Ananya?"
I chose to speak openly as I wanted to convey that I had stopped being wary of him.
"No. Because you made her believe that she needed to be saved from me."
"She needed saving. She was in pain."
"You are such an ass hole, Krish. I felt like a fool when I learnt about your hand on her decision. You know I never thought she would stay with me forever. But I thought she would leave only when I let her. I couldn't digest being outplayed like this. I was really angry yesterday."
"What happened now?"
I was now enjoying the conversation.
"When I woke up I thought why should I be angry? It's her choice to leave. It's her choice to work for me or another boss. I think I can still see her if I wanted to. But if she doesn’t like me, there is nothing I can do. Because I do these things only with the woman’s consent. I am not a man who gets what I want by any means. You know that better than anyone already. You know how much I wanted Meera to come back to me. But she didn’t. And I have accepted that it's okay."
I heard the sound of his bedroom door opening. I turned my head with curiosity. A moment later, a woman emerged from the room. It was Dr Maithrei.
She was properly dressed but I could see the wrinkles on her top. I could see that those wrinkles were anew. I could see her hair was slightly dishevelled. I could see much more.
I had an instant erection as I looked on.
She was embarrassed as she recognised me.
"Morning, Maithrei," Desai greeted her and her reply was a sharp gaze. There was anger. Her cover was blown.
"Don't need to look at me like that, sweetheart. This is my friend, the best one. You know him."
Desai talked without of hint of concern about her privacy.
"I know him," Maithrei said. I tried to smile at her and failed.
Desai invited her to join us. Maithrei refused.
"I gotta go."
"Oh, you said you have a lunch to attend, with your hubby; I forgot." Desai smiled. Maithrei's face reddened further.
She looked at me awkwardly. My look at her wasn’t any different. We didn’t speak a word to each other but we both knew we were out of place.
I nodded at her after a long stare.
"I am sorry about it. He's such a jerk who needs saving, but we can't help. You should leave now, doctor."
Maithrei smiled at me in response. She turned to Desai to make an angry face that would have looked cute on another occasion.
She didn’t stay longer. I would hear the sound of her car starting soon after.

I turned to Desai.
"Why do you have to do this?"
"I told you I wouldn't sleep with any woman until I slept with Meera. I didn't want to believe it myself. So I invited her for breakfast and I banged her."
"But why the hell did you show it off to me? She's insulted."
"No, she’s okay.” Desai shook his head sideways. “I wanted to show you too that I didn't mean shit when I said shit yesterday. I promise you I didn't mean anything I said."
I was breathing easier now.
“You know I was disappointed when I learnt that Ananya had a past with you. I was outsmarted by you guys. But I was able to move on. I was changed after that. I have my reason to say why, and I have changed into a man of passion. I was learning new things but when I learnt you and Ananya worked together to make me a complete fool, I couldn’t control my anger.” Desai took a break to take a sip from his glass and went on. “A lot of things came to my mind. I mean I've been friends with you for a while. I've been helping Ananya and Sam. I don't know if you're aware but I've just gifted them the ownership of a brand new apartment. But Ananya kept me in dark during her decision to move on. I was wondering what happened. Things were going on smoothly."
“We feared you wouldn’t let her go if we told you.”
I said.
“I figured it out,” Desai shook his head. “I figured it out this morning. You did the right thing not telling me.”
I was wondering when he would start talking about the other things. The things he told me about my wife.
On the other hand, Desai was curious to know about my past with Ananya. He asked me about it.
“Didn’t you ask Ananya about it?”
I asked.
Desai smiled. “I was more curious about how you were in bed. She said you were wonderful and honestly I was surprised.”
“Why? You didn’t expect me to be good?”
“Not like that. I didn’t expect her to tell me in my face that you fuck better than me.”
I felt good for a moment.
“I didn’t expect it either.” I retorted.
"Does Meera know?"
"Yes," I said.
Desai was expectedly surprised.
"And she's okay with that?"
"It happened when we weren't on good terms. There was a period when we were kinda separated."
"Yeah... I know. That's when I..."
Desai stopped abruptly.
"Yeah, that's when you banged her."
I said blatantly.
"Are you still hurt by that?"
"I don't know. Maybe I don't want to believe I have been hurt. I don't like to think Meera cheated on me because she wasn't with me when it happened. She was single and she  was free to make her own choice."
"Like you did with Ananya."
I nodded.
"You know I was slightly offended when Ananya told me about you and how impressive you were. But I was convinced by one thing she said. That quality is above quantity. I'm a businessman, it's very easy to get it. Another reason to envy you."
I felt good while listening to him.
"She didn't tell me why it ended." He added.
"It ended when Meera came back."
"But I see Ananya still got a place in your heart."
"You are getting confused about it. There's nothing like that. We've moved on, long ago. We're just friends now."
"When you have a wife like Meera, why would you think of another one, right?"
"When you have women like Maithrei to sleep with, why is it so tough to leave Ananya?"
"It would have been easy to move on. But when she told me about her past with you... I like to be very honest with you, Krish; the things between me and Ananya rose to another level. I had never been attracted to her like that. I thought I was another man inside. I like to fuck women very hard and non-stop. But there's so much to do beyond that. She was happy with me. She moans every time I fuck her. But there's so much to do beyond that too. I was getting it. Maithrei can't get me that."
"So you are gonna put your eyes on my wife again?"
Desai sighed.
"She's a gone opportunity for me. You know that, don't you?"
"But you never quit. I know that too."
"I can only dream. I do dream a lot. Don't you dream about other women?"
I laughed, without replying.
"You were aroused when you saw Maithrei. I saw it." He said.
I pretended to be nonchalant. "She's a fine woman. But it doesn't mean I'd dream about her."
"Because you are not desperate. You are wealthier than me in that regard."
"You are wealthier too. But I'd be more comfortable if you chose to be cool about Meera. Why do you often come up with statements that are intended to hurt my feelings about her? You don't think twice before being judgemental about her. Do you think your lies can make me lose faith in her?"
"I didn't lie to you, Krish. I just made some threats that I've already withdrawn."
"No, you made a few statements about Meera, if I remember. I do remember because it's unforgettable. You said it was Meera who grabbed your thing and had it in her. You said she wanted you to do it. Have you forgotten your own words?"
"No, I haven't forgotten, Krish. But you have to believe me, I am still firm on those..."
"This is where our friendship falls apart, Desai," I said firmly.
"I know but that's the truth."
"You had forced upon her, admit it."
My voice rose slightly.
"Calm down, Krish. I beg you to calm down. I know you can clarify from Meera but I suppose she hasn't told you everything. Yes, I had forced upon her, but not the way she might have told you. The sex was completely consensual. You can talk to her. Perhaps she won't like to talk about it, but you are a clever husband. You can get clues about it."
"Clues about the size of your dick. Clues about how impressive you were, right? Well, I am not going to ask for it." I stated.
"You are not as angry as you pretend, Krish. You are way smarter than the regular husbands. It is quite natural for a husband to feel devastated when he comes to know about his cheating wife. It's a shitty feeling I can understand. But there is another funny thing about a husband who has come to know that his wife had been fucked by another man. He will fuck her harder than ever after that. That's how the male psyche works. He will find it hard to resist the urge to prove his manliness, his worth to her. I have experienced it. The night Ananya had sex with my friend Sujoy, the night she told me that she had slept with you already, I felt betrayed at first. I have been bossy to you a couple of times in her matter. But suddenly I came to knew you were already her boss. Believe me, I felt inferior to you. And what did it do to me? It urged me to prove my worthiness to her. I fucked her harder and longer than ever. It was special, both the nights. The better one was when she told me about you. Ananya told me I was a changed man that night. I asked her about the night when her Sam came to know about her affair with me. She said Sam cried a lot but nevertheless he fucked her brains out. It taught me one thing. This all fucking pride that a husband carries about his chaste wife is fake. He doesn't actually care what happened to his wife because he knows it is practically irreversible. He is rather worried about what happens to his authority in bed. He is worried if his wife is more satisfied by another man. In my opinion, there are two types of husbands in this world, Krish. One, who looks at his wife with pure hatred after she fucked another man. Two, who gets the itch to fuck her brains out so that his authority as her man is re-established. The first one will part ways with his wife. The second one forgives and lets the woman stay. The first one is a fool because he accepts that he's a loser. The second one is the smart one. His life can only improve because he gets more power than his wife in the marriage after that. He would fuck his wife like never before and she can only be grateful to him for letting her continue to be his wife. She will be grateful for him to fuck her again.
The first one thinks he made a dignified decision to abandon his cheating wife, but in effect, he will be admitting that he didn't deserve his wife in the first place. His decision to give up can be changed if you offer him money or compensation. But the smart husband is the one who can't be bought with such things. I can see you are the second one but you are taking time to realise it.”
I could relate to every word he spoke but I did not want to admit it.
“You are trying to brainwash me,” I said.
“How can I make you believe me? I don’t know. Suggest me a solution.”
“Tell me about the night.”
“Meera must have told you and made you believe her version. Why would you believe mine?”
“Tell me your version. I will know when you’re lying.”
“I won’t lie.”
“Good then.”
“First thing I want to tell you about my sex with Meera is that it happened without much effort from my side. Can you believe it?”
“It’s your version. Go on, I will believe when you are believable.”
The glasses in front of us had become empty. Desai took time to refill them before he spoke again.
“You know I have slept six women after Meera. None of them happened as easy as Meera. I know I don't have the looks and personality to lure women into my bed. I have to work hard for that. You know how it happened with Ananya. Of course, you were there for her, and she was the most difficult woman I have ever slept with. The universal truth goes like, the most difficult thing to achieve becomes the most valued one. In that sense, Ananya is very special to my heart because of the hard work I had done for her. That's the reason I have found pleasure in having sex with her too many times. Whenever I need to inspire me, I'm a businessman who needs inspiration every other day, I bring her to my bed. In other words, your efforts to protect her has been the biggest reason for she had to sleep with me so many times, Krish.”
I was listening with the utmost attention. I cringed at the irony of being the reason for Ananya’s fall. I could not think of anything in my defence.
“I have slept with five women apart from Ananya in the last two years. One is Dr Maithrei, of course. Mridula was among my staff - I slept with her twice before she resigned. Then a photographer, who earned a hot deal for my friend's daughter's wedding. I helped her once and that's it. They both were unmarried but committed women. Then, Rebecca - she wanted me to promote her business. She was married and mature. They all happened to me rather quickly. I don't have the good looks to impress them on the first day, so obviously, it was their professional need that made them sleep with me. For all of them, it was a tough decision to do it. But Meera was an exception. I was attracted to her like any man out there. But she happened to me like the easiest one. I only had to try once, and she followed me to my flat. It was a miracle. I have no shame to call that it was sheer luck. It's been two years, dude. It took me two fucking years to earn a genuine smile from her. If I had a penny for every time I thought of her, then my wealth would have been doubled by now. Her determination to deny me even a harmless friendship was supported by you. You have full credit to that.”
He paused a moment to gather more from his memory.
"Initially I knew Meera through a few professional interactions. I couldn't believe it when I came to know she was single. I made a couple of proposals. You know what I mean, like coffee, lunch and all. But she was not open. That night, when I saw her going to the bar near The Square I thought she must be seeing someone. So I followed her, purely out of curiosity to know who the lucky chap was. But she was alone. The bar was noisy with song-and-dance-type people but she was not interested in that. That's when I decided to approach her. She was visibly depressed. Her friend hadn't shown up. Luckily she didn't turn me down. She smiled when I said I could help her from the embarrassment of random guys trying to hit on her. We talked a bit and she allowed me to buy her drinks. You know there are some fancy wooden huts outside the dance floor where the young chaps take their girls during desperate hours. At some point, she thought I was trying to take her to the huts. I thought it's funny because a businessman like me will never do hanky-panky in a public place no matter how dark the place is.”
Desai’s telling of the night was so far in sync with what Meera had told me long ago. Perhaps I was unconsciously expecting him to make up things, and for the realisation that he would be honest, my heartbeats were beginning to rise.
Desai went on.
“We were unable to enjoy the conversation because of the loud music. So I invited her to my flat. I didn't tell her about the place but she followed me. Even I was surprised when she agreed. The moment she got into my car, I was sure as hell that I was going to bang this woman, no offence, please. I am just talking about my true feelings here. We are good to go that way, aren't we?"
I nodded. My heartbeats peaked when he said 'I was going to bang this woman'. I took a sip from the scotch in the hope of neutralising it.
"You've seen my flat. It is hardly a thirty-minute drive from The Square. If you believe me, I was carrying the hardest erection in my pants throughout the drive. Only the devil knows how I waited until we reached my flat. I just closed the door and kissed her right away. I should have been ashamed of this but I was totally consumed by lust. She was indeed taken by surprise and she tried to resist. But it wasn't strong enough to convince me that she wasn't ready. She was ready. The taste of her lips, the sound of her breathing, the smell of her skin, and the way she opened her mouth - everything told me that she was ready. I was drugged by that feeling. I know you would be totally in agreement if I said she's the most beautiful woman I've ever got a chance to have sex with. My response was accordingly crazy. I was quick to remove her dress, unzipping it from behind and pulling it off her shoulders. She was a bit offended by my action but I handled her, just. I was so hungry to see her without clothes. I took off her bra too, and I was blown away when I noticed one thing. Her nipples were hard. She wanted it more than I thought."
“Wow. Just the way I imagined.”
I remembered his words, as quoted by Meera long back to me. But Meera hadn't told me how her body was responding to Desai's attack.
Desai licked his thick lips as if savouring the memory. I held my breath as he went on.
"I sucked her nipples. I sucked her whole breasts with my mouth open as wide as I could. I bit her nipples and she cried out of pain. I thought I would apologise later and went down, licking her soft skin. I pulled her panty down and there she was in the complete stunning glory of herself. Her pussy was pure, with a fragrance I had never dreamt of. For once, I did not know what to do. I just knelt in front of her. She was a goddess. If she had slapped me, I wouldn't have been offended. I would have kissed her hands. If she had kicked me, I would have licked her feet. It's crazy to think like that. I was insane. Her pussy was shaved and you know, I saw it clearly; she was wet. There was honey inside her. And I was the thirstiest man there. I lifted her one leg and pushed my mouth into her pussy. The taste was purely magical. I gave a lick and she moaned. I told her that she was wet and she was embarrassed. If she had been trying to stop me until then, it meant nothing but a pretence. I licked her. Or I can say I ate her pussy like a dog who's been starving since the previous morning. I tried to chew her pussy lips and Meera simply cried out of pleasure. It was unbelievable. She was a woman I could otherwise only dream about and she was unable to stay on her feet. I moved my head back and forth, almost trying to fuck her with my tongue. It was a great pleasure for both of us. She was grabbing my head and pulling me closer. That was some real transformation from a woman who were upset because her friend hadn't shown up at a bar to the version of herself grabbing me by the hair and make me lick her pussy. I knew she was married and I suddenly knew why she told me she was single. I knew what she was missing. I didn't know you and so my thought process was accordingly outlandish. You can understand, can't you?"
I nodded again, despite not giving a shit about understanding. For once I wanted him to stop. Not because I was done hearing how he had conquered my wife. But for I had started believing how he had achieved that.
"I was sure she was craving for some real fun. I took her inside, I actually carried her myself like a queen - she had become my queen by then. I went to the dining hall, and let her sit on the dining table. It was quite a sight. She was completely naked from her head to toes, just waiting to be fucked by me. I was way excited to undress myself, and my dick stood parallel to the ground the moment I freed it. I saw how she was staring at it. My immediate feeling was pride. She was not just looking. She was simply in awe. I have never given a woman a chance to stare at my dick like that until then. Meera taught me one thing that day. That I wasn't totally ugly."
Desai grinned at his own remark. I didn't smile. I was remembering Meera had told me about how the sight of his monster dreaded her.
But why didn’t she tell me she had stared at it without blinking?
"My dick was not wet enough as my underwear had wiped all the precum," Desai went on. "So I made her spit into my palm and lubricated myself. When I moved closer, Meera opened her legs. I lay her on her back on the table and split her legs further. And then I slowly pushed it. Oh man, you are a regular to do it. You won't realise the feeling. Maybe you would have felt it when you fucked Ananya for the first time. But Ananya can't be Meera. When I pushed this thing straight into her..." Desai put his palm over his crotch as he spoke. "...The feeling of me entering her pussy, oh that still makes me rock hard. She was so tight like a virgin girl.  She let out a loud noise. I blabbered something about how great I felt and I fucked her. Oh, God!"
Desai moved his palm to adjust his crotch. I could see he was re-living the experience of fucking my wife. I could see how he loved to revisit the memory. I was stunned by the helplessness he expressed in his eyes. It wasn't a man who prided on fucking my wife but rather a man who had surrendered to the pleasure of fucking her. And I couldn’t even breathe properly.
"If I said Meera was enjoying it, it would be an understatement. She was barely unable to stand the joy of it."
Every word Desai used to describe Meera's actions were destroying a belief that Meera had so long been trying to strengthen. Every word Desai spoke dealt a fatal blow to my psyche. But instead of depressing me, it made me curious about what else Desai would reveal. I didn't want him to stop speaking. I didn't want him to skip any parts. I didn't want him to soften his words to comfort me.
"I mauled her breasts and thighs whenever I re-adjusted my pose and every time I restarted she moaned like the first time. She was in heaven. I asked her to confirm and she didn't deny it. Initially, she was crying when my dick was hardly inside her, but then she was able to bury it in her completely; my groin was hitting her hard, but she was comfortable. She not only had the beauty, but she also had the depth to take anything. Of course, you don't need to be told about that, do you?"
As it had become a routine for me, I shook my head. I shook my head too quick that I feared it would betray my urge to hear further.
"And then I came. I came inside her, the most beautiful woman I have ever dreamt of having sex with. She was married but she was absolutely normal about letting another man filling her pussy with his cum. Of course, she would have been on her safe days or she would be well prepared to handle that, but the feeling of filling a married woman's pussy with your sperm is inexplicable. Have you ever cummed inside Ananya?"
I was less prepared to answer that. I was trying to imagine how Meera would have felt when her pussy was filled with Desai's cum.
"It would have felt like rain in the desert for her, wouldn't it?" Desai asked me as if he had read my mind. I suddenly woke up from my imagination.
"What?"
"You are imagining how she would have felt when I shot my cum inside her, aren't you?" Desai asked.
I didn't know what to say.
"It's okay. I can understand. When Ananya told me that you were better than I ever was, the first thing I thought about was the moment you would have cummed inside her. That's the moment sex becomes the great one." Desai poured water into his empty glass as he spoke and took a sip. "You don't mind when I go with details like this, do you?"
"I don’t. Go on. I want to hear it."
I said. I had finally verbalised my urge to hear about it. Desai smiled to acknowledge my confession.
"Well, after that I grabbed her up and kissed her madly. Her lips were softer than twenty minutes ago. I pulled out of her and she was a beautiful mess. I went to the washroom to take a piss and when I opened the door she was waiting there, holding her clothes. She took time to finish a shower and I waited. And then she came out, she looked so refreshing that I immediately felt she would take another round. Of course, she had dressed again. And she smiled at me. The stressed avatar that I found sitting alone in the bar had become a distant memory. I asked her to stay with me for the whole night. I proposed dinner with me, either in my place or a restaurant, wherever she liked. She looked at my face and then at my bed as if evaluating the pleasure of receiving an orgasm in there. And then she decided that she didn't want to leave. I can't remember another moment when my male ego was satisfied like that. She wanted to stay with me. She wanted to fuck again. She wanted my cock to fill her pussy again."
It was exactly the opposite of what Meera had told me. In her version, she had decided to stay as it felt inevitable. And now, the reality was telling me that it was a choice; her choice.
"I called in my servant to bring food for us. He brought food from here. Meera was expecting hotel food, and she was surprised when she saw the homely food. She loved it. You know what the thing is? Before this incident, I had already asked her out a couple of times for coffee and lunch. She had denied it all. Politely, of course, and I had no complaints. And finally, when she had dinner with me for the first time, we were doing it sitting across a table on top of which we had made out an hour ago. I mentioned how I had wished to dine with her and how we were doing it sitting around a table we just made out, and she smiled."
"That's why she decided never to have dinner with you again," I blurted.
"She wasn't offended by the remark," Desai said. "I noticed there was a slight bruise on her lips. I mentioned it and she would blame me. I said I would do it softly after dinner. She smiled. She was already anticipating it."
I sat with bated breath in anticipation of another narration of a deep fucking session of my wife.
"When we finally got back to the bed I found her checking her lips in the mirror. I said I would do it softly this time. She smiled again, and I seized the moment with another kiss. And this time I went soft but it was her who chewed my lips. She opened her mouth to swallow both my lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she sucked it too. I said she's got skills to please with her lips. She got my hint; she smiled but she said not now. It wasn't that she wasn't ready to suck my dick. She wanted my dick somewhere else. That's the cleverest form of an invitation to shove my dick into her. I straightaway reached for her panty and pulled it down. She dropped it to her ankle and kicked it away. I hurriedly threw away my tee and trousers too. She was staring at my erection with the same awe again. I didn't want her to wait a second further. I didn't even let her lie down. I lifted her one foot to the bed and pushed my dick into her. She was surprised by my action, but she was wet again. She moaned and slouched forward as her body became weak when I pushed it harder into her. But she took it all.”
I was stunned by the revelation that Desai had fucked her in a standing pose. A few days ago, Meera had invited me to do it the same way. It took me half a moment to realise why she had to try it out after so long. It was the perfect evidence of the fact that she was aroused by the memory of her night with Desai. After the dinner at the restaurant, he had reminded her about that night. And he had managed to awaken her.
My wife was drawn to the old memory. It was my fault to invite Desai to the dinner and let him talk to my wife so intimately.
But I thought you hated him the most. How can a man hated so deeply by you awaken your senses with a few words? Don’t you hate him as much as you claim?
I felt my body being taken over by a familiar sensation. I was being awakened and getting tired at the same time.
“I fucked her hard and deep, and it was again insanely delightful. Her shorter body frame against my bulky one, she appeared to be so happy to be held like an object and pounded hard until she couldn't bear the pleasure. She begged me to take her to the bed. She cried that she wanted to lie down. I asked her what would she do for me if I let her. She said she would do everything I wished."
That was the ultimate surrender of my Meera to this man. She had told me the night with him was pathetic and forgettable. But the truth was that she was so impressed by the brutal power of his sex and vigour that she had promised him 'everything’ he wished.
"In the bed, however, I didn't need to ask her to do anything. I lied on my back and asked her to have me as she pleased. She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick and guided me into her pussy. I can never forget the feeling of her fingers around my dick though briefly until she guided it into her. She started moving her waist slowly, and she was an expert in pleasing a man. I was simply conquered for a while. I asked her to kiss me. She kept moving even when coming down to kiss me as if she didn't want to stop fucking me. She was not just kissing me, she ran her tongue over my lips like I was her long time sweetheart and she darted her tongue into my mouth. I felt her tongue feeling my teeth and gums. You know my balls have been licked by many women in the past, but the way Meera ran her tongue inside my mouth still remains one of the most intimate things a woman has ever done to me, voluntarily. I couldn't leave the rest to her. My girl was getting tired, so I switched our positions to go on top and fucked her hard. I shot another load, filling her hole with my cum for the second time."
It seemed the only thing Meera had been honest with me was about how she had let Desai cum inside her.
"I had the hope of making Meera cum too. But as I pulled out I realised that she had taken the life out of me. I was so tired. I failed. Meera commented I was sweating a lot. You too must have seen me sweating a lot, even when the ac is on. I asked her if she had a problem with a man’s sweat. She said she likes it when the guy sweats for her. Before falling asleep I asked her how different I was from her husband. She refused to comment, saying something like she was not with her husband, so she didn’t want to speak about you.”
I nodded automatically, almost immediately. My instant acknowledgement was probably an effort to convey that it all happened only because of her separation from me. There was no way I could justify why my wife went so hungry for another man's sweat.
“We were tired after that. Well, I was tired. I slept like that and when I woke up in the early hours of the next morning I was lying in my bed with a blanket on. I was completely nude. Meera was sleeping next to me, under the same blanket. I put my arms around her, obviously checking out places I couldn't resist, and before I knew I was hard. She was inviting me again. I didn't want to turn her down. I turned her to me and kissed her. She woke up and smiled at me. She asked if I didn't want to sleep. I said there is something in me that's not sleeping and needs attention. She reached down and grabbed my dick. Oh man, again that heavenly feeling of her fingers around my thing! I moved between her legs quickly and she guided my dick into her pussy again, as I pushed. She welcomed my kisses again. She moaned into my mouth. I kissed her hard and asked her if I was hurting her. She told me to bleed her lips if I wanted. She was teasing me. I came faster and harder than I could and you know it caused an ache in my dick. That's how it ended."
 
I had heard of and witnessed many of my wife’s sexual adventures in the past. The only one that hadn’t turned me on was her experience with Desai. Whenever I had thought about it in the past, it always devastated me to an extreme low of myself where my sexual fantasy did not work. Desai was not a factor of excitement, but an agent of destruction. He was there to threaten to destroy my marriage. He was there to steal my wife from me. I feared him from inside of my heart, even when I was confident of physically assaulting him. Desai used to make me so insecure that I could not even tolerate the thought of him smiling at my wife. 
But now, as he was narrating his experience of banging my wife, my body was responding in a way that I would be ashamed of in the days to come.
But I wouldn't realise it until Desai himself pointed it out later.
“A few days later when I met her in the daytime, she tried to avoid me. But I saw a spark in her eyes. She knew who I was and what I could give her. Even though we did not speak a word, there was a silent understanding between us that we were going to do it again. And a few days passed again when I got the chance to ask her out. But this time, the spark was surprisingly gone. She told me no.”
Desai finished the word and looked at me like I had committed a crime.
“She told me no because she was back with you. You were together again, and I was out,” Desai added, without taking his eyes off me.
I nodded, without saying a word.
“After that, I became the most desperate man in town.” Desai joked with a grin. “Look at me now. I am carrying a huge erection now. It’s been the same always, whenever I remembered the night.”
My eyes had descended to his crotch the moment he said it, and I averted my eyes quickly. But I had seen his bulge.
 
I readjusted my ass on the couch to shake off the distraction. “Great. You had a great night with my wife if you weren’t exaggerating. You had a lucky chance to have sex with her, and you exploited her completely. You’ve done everything a man can do to a woman in bed, in one night. Then why the hell do you want to do it again, Desai?” I asked.
 “I told you it always thrills me to revisit the memory. It would be even better if I had the chance to relive the experience one more time.”
 “One more time.” I forced a quick laugh. “Desai, even if I let you have sex with her one more time, how can I trust you that you wouldn’t long for more?”
Desai spent a moment thinking before he spoke. “That one night with Meera was great stuff. But it wasn't just me but Meera too wanted it that way. But deep inside me I still know she deserved a little more than that. I haven't given her an orgasm despite knowing that she badly needed one from me. I don't want to quit like a loser. That's not me." He paused a second and added, “I am pleased to know you are at least ready to say it like that, 'even if I let you have sex with Meera’. It pleases me a lot, Krish."
“Don’t fancy your chances here, Desai. I’m not amused by your wish.”
I stated as if making my stand clear.
“I'm not intruding on your personal space but I must tell you that you are carrying a hard-on right now. I can see your bulge. There is no shame in that because you can see mine too. We are men. We are aroused when we discuss women.”
I had never been embarrassed like that in a while. I stared at him like I saw a ghost. But the ghost was me. My body was a ghost. I didn’t know how it worked and how mysteriously it had been working against me.
I did not look down. But I knew I was carrying a hard-on. In fact, it was aching, having been in tight confinement for longer than I could remember. I did not speak.
“If you are aroused like this after hearing the true story, then you need to be honest with yourself. Because it’s not your heart but your ego alone is stopping you from letting Meera has the fun. You can tolerate much more, Krish. You can actually enjoy it. You have already proven you can bear it. You can also prove that you can enjoy it.”
“Desai, no.” I shook my head. It was the only thing I could say. The bastard was not letting me think.
“When Sujoy slept with Ananya, I too felt the same way initially. Disturbed, hurt, and devastated. But then I thought, what’s wrong with that? Because it was her choice. I was just letting her have some fun. When I thought a bit liberally, I actually felt more attracted to her. The best sex I had with Ananya was the next day. When she revealed her past to you, I was even more aroused. We men think we can’t live through the insult. Some idiots even take knives in their hands to kill either of the couple or even both to save from the insult. The fact is, we are not just insulted. There are other emotions too, inside us. If that emotion is stronger than the insult, then we must choose wisely. Because what cost us otherwise is a lifelong insult. I was ready to embrace that emotion. That's why I looked forward to helping Ananya sleep with you or Sujoy again.”
"So you expect me to help you do it again with my wife," I smirked. "You're out of your mind, Desai."
"No, I'm not asking you to do that. Fantasies are there, but we have to be practical too."
"Then what are you trying to brainwash me for?"
“I'm not trying to brainwash you, Krish. I know it would be hard to believe your body is behaving this way. Krish, it’s time to stop regretting what happened and start enjoying the feeling. Go home and give your woman the most delicious sex you have ever given to her. Make her cry when you push your hard thing into her. And you can thank me later that I helped you for that.”
"Is that all you want?"
"It doesn't matter what I want, Krish. It's about what you want to do when you know your wife's deep fantasies. She may be deserving more of what you are providing her. I know you're great in bed, there's no doubt about that. But we are not sure if Meera thinks the same way."
I was speechless again. 
Ultimately Desai had come to his point that my wife deserved better than me. I wondered why I wasn't feeling angry.
 Is it that I shared the same belief?
"Come on Desai, what you've just told me is the weirdest stuff a husband can tolerate. If you say a word further about my wife, we wouldn't be friends again. I warn you."
I grunted.
"Just one more thing, Krish. I know you trust your wife and that's why you don't believe me. Then why are you not comfortable with Meera having a simple social interaction like a coffee with me? Do you think Meera will commit a mistake again?"
Now he was trying to manipulate my ego. Well. I laughed inside.
"No, Desai. It's not about what I think. It's rather because Meera doesn't like you. You said you're neither handsome nor charming enough to impress women without using your social power. Maybe Meera too shares the same opinion."
"Did Meera tell you that she hates me?"
"Countless times."
I said it with a sense of vengeance. And I saw his confidence taking a hit, momentarily.
"Then you shouldn't be worrying about me."
He said.
"Yes, I'm not worried about you."
I said and finished my drink.
 
My head felt heavy when I left Desai's place. He wanted me to stay for lunch. But I thought enough is enough.
 
Desai’s revelations had made one thing obvious. Meera had been lying about the sex with him. It wasn’t as pathetic as she had made me believe. The only thing she couldn’t get was an orgasm, which Desai too had confessed to me.
I wondered if Meera too wanted to enjoy an orgasm from him that she deserved but was denied. I wondered if she was just preparing herself for it through her recent actions. I wondered if she was finally becoming ready to face the past. Desai wanted me to embrace the feeling of being cuckolded.
How would I tell him I've had too much of that feeling?
There was no way I would fall into the same trap again and again. But I wasn't sure about Meera. Her equation with Desai was changing over time. She was now comfortable enough to smile at him, shake hands with him, and even share a warm hug with him. 
It was all my fault. I shouldn't have invited him to the dinner. I questioned myself if I was heading into a familiar phase of my life. I felt my destiny was going to repeat by making me a cuckold again.
I dreaded the thought of Desai taking my wife in his arms. The other night he had told me Meera was expressive in bed. 
She is expressive, even now. She is wild.
 
When I reached home, Meera wasn't there. She had gone to attend a Puja in our neighbourhoods. She had kept my lunch on the dining table. I was barely hungry.
As I finished I stood near the dining table and imagined Meera lying on it. Completely naked, with her legs split apart. I couldn't stop my mind from running wild and I imagined Desai's dick piercing into her body. My wife's soft moans echoed inside my head. 
"Aaah...aaah..."
I moved closer to the table and touched my crotch on the edge of it. My hardness grew further.
No.
I shook my head in disgust and went to my room. But I couldn't find solace even there. I remembered how Meera and I had sex in a standing pose. It was Meera's idea straight out of her experience.
I tried to imagine what Meera would have thought while doing it.
Wouldn't she have fantasized about Desai doing it?
"Make my lips bleed... It's okay."
Meera had told me the other night. And she had told Desai the same. It was evident that Meera was beginning to give Desai space in her head. Her memories and fantasies were being populated by his presence. It was a matter of time before she allowed him to show up in places she might not like to tell me.
The thought dreaded me, but my dick remained hard to a point of aching.
I decided to take a shower, as a desperate measure to wash away all the dirty thoughts.
But as soon as I shed my clothes and saw my erection, I couldn't stop the temptation of touching it. I ran my fingers slowly around it, and I yearned for more. In a few seconds, I was shaking it like anything.
I tried to stop thinking about my wife being penetrated by Desai in his king size bed but I failed. I eventually let my mind flow free, and I shot a huge load of cum on the bathroom wall.
I stood under the shower and cried. I couldn't believe that I had masturbated while imagining my wife with a man she hated so much.
Is it that I don't care about her choices just because I'm horny? Or it is that I no longer believed that she hates him?
I couldn't find an answer to why I was doing what I was doing.
 
When Meera came she was happy.
She said the puja was a great experience. It was the first time she was attending something like that.
"I didn't realise how long it took to finish. It was so good. You know I don't know how but I feel confident. I prayed for us, baby."
Meera said. She went on and on with the details from the puja arrangements to the food served afterwards.
I kept listening while paying more attention to her looks. She was wearing a cream colour saree and a matching blouse with elbow-length sleeves. The saree dbangd in a conservative way combined with a boat neck blouse ensured minimal skin show. A sandal dot between her eyebrows and vermilion on the top edge of her forehead, along with the wedding necklace around her neck, completed the look of a housewife in a Puja ceremony. It was a rare occasion when Meera wore the wedding necklace and vermilion together.
She put a sandal dot on my forehead and gave me Prasad to eat.
I couldn't help but notice how homely she looked. She looked happier than her usual self in recent times. She had moved on from her mother's unexpected demise. She had begun to cope with the unusually high work pressure. She had found new friends in the new neighbourhoods. She had brought the new apartment in order. She had everything under control.
It was impossible to look at her and imagine she was nurturing a wild fantasy of being consumed by a man other than her husband. It was impossible to fathom she was cherishing the memory of being seduced and subjected to the deep penetration by a man other than her husband. It was impossible to even speculate what else she was hiding from me.
I wanted to confront her about the untold details of her night in Desai's apartment. But there was no way I could suddenly bring it up. There was no way I could tell her that I sat through Desai's narration of that night. There was no way I could reveal that his exaggerated version got me hard in my pants. I was still carrying a hardness. The more I walked around Meera, the more I tried to concentrate on what she was talking about, the harder I became.
My body was behaving in a way I hated. My dick was not listening to me. It did not care how I felt.
More than the feeling of being lied to by Meera, I was devastated by my bodily transformation. When Meera was busy in kitchen, I went to the bathroom and masturbated again. I ended the night by repeating it before I went to sleep because I did not want to have sex with Meera that night. I did not want her to know that I had an erection while listening to Desai's stories and I carried it home.
The next morning I woke up with my head burdened with guilt that I was probably not providing what she deserved. And it terrified me that Meera would be remembering Desai even more.
  
The next morning I got a phone call from Desai. He just wanted to know how I had been. I said I was okay.
In the evening Meera told me that Ashish had seen her with Desai outside the cafe, the other day. And Ashish reprimanded her for trying to earn support from clients through unfair means instead of putting efforts to improve her skills. He even gave her a short lecture about work ethics. He said he was aware that the other day Desai had saved her despite her committing a blunder on the report.
"I told him I know what is fair and unfair, and I told him Desai is a friend first and then a client. I didn't mean it. But I told him so only to shut him up."
Meera said.

It was now as clear as plain water that Meera hated Ashish more than she hated Desai. But the question was whether her hatred towards the latter was decreased.
I asked Meera what she would do if Desai asked her out on more coffee dates. It was a question I had asked many times in the past. Her reply also remained the same as always.
"Don't worry, my baby. I won't give him chance."
The only thing that changed was the level of confidence her words brought in me.
It was time I began to constantly wear a feeling that Meera was going to cheat on me. And I did not know how to stop it.
 

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[krish_999]

Thnaks Krish super hot update thnks

and now krish & meera super fucking session dreaming of desai

Nice update Krish finally Krish have both side of the story of that Night. It looks like now meera is lying now. Desai might have exaggerated bit but entire thing is not lie. One thing is there meera said in past that she had sex with others not because of lust but due to Krish presence. But encounter with Desai was purely because of lust.
As I said Desai can't proceed further by having quarrels with Krish he has to befriend him.
Story is at good junction now Krish can't avoid Desai presence arround meera and meera is comfortable with Desai arround her.

Seduction of meera starts now Krish can only hear it from Desai or meera and jerk in shower ha ha ha. Eagerly waiting for next part don't make so much delay Krish........

Hi Krish,




Very big update and the real game starts now.




Desai : he is playing with Krish mind. he knows meera was not given him space. So he is playing with Krish and he wants Krish to become a pimp for meera and this time he wants to Krish open meera legs for him and guide his dick in to Meera pussy. How ridiculous it was Desai planning was it to happen. Desai was so good with his words and know how to manipulate people.




Krish : his big problem is his insecurity and it's up to him how strong he restricted him self from this situation. If he fell for Desai's trap he will regret it rest of his entire life.


Meera : after Desai story i am also thinking what meera was thinking the night after dinner with Desai. Why did she allow no guided Krish to replicate the fateful night with Desai. Why did she do that? Did she thinks Krish will never know the details of the night. Why she want to hide details from Krish? Meera know Krish personality and cuckold fantasys too. Then why she hiding secret's.




Thanks for the update Krish yr): .

Krish is an originally cuckold person, he never satisfy to meera in sex. Desai is an Alpha Male. Meera is a slut

A thought process on Meera.

Let’s dive into the depth of Meera character.
 
First time Meera was on the verge of adultery with Sunny, she was not aware of cuckoldry nature of Krish. When she was about to commit adultery, Krish intervened. So in the very beginning, Krish’s cuckoldry nature was not driving force for Merra.
 
Subsequently we find Meera engaged in sex with multiple partners with knowledge of Krish. But in many occasions, she clearly kept Krish in dark about the liberties she allowed to her male partners. And in one situation, Krish clearly mentioned that he does not have any issue Of Meera sleeping with anybody except Sam.
 
So, journey continued for Meera and Krish. Mr Sekhar joined in Meera’s sex life with approval Krish. The day Meera decides to stop adultery with Sekhar, Sekhar dies of car accident. Aftermath, the moment Meera discovers Krish having sexual relations with Sheelu, wife of Late Sekhar, Meera decides to check out of Krish’s house and life.
 
What could be the probable reasons for Meera’s such decisions? Meera was leading an adulterous life. So, what’s wrong if her husband also in the same boat. Some possible reasons could be:

1.       Meera loves her husband so much that she can’t accept any debacle form his part.
2.      Meera is jealous.
3.       Meera is ashamed of her adulterous life and take responsibility of Krish’s debacle.
4.       Meera is fade-up with Krish’s cuckoldry nature and wanted a relief.
5.       May be some other reasons.
 
Why Meera had to submit to multiple men? Only to satisfy Krish or something else.?
 
We had seen Meera was about to submit for first time even before knowing Krish’s cuckoldry nature. She sincerely never tried to correct Krish but utilised the opportunity to explore. Krish’s cuckoldry nature was not the only reason for Meera to explore. Meera did not do it out of love for Krish, rather she did it for her own pleasure.
 
I say, Meera never loved Krish to that extent where her adultery could be attributed to cuckoldry of Krish.  I will come back to this point again.
 
 After some dry out time we observe Meera again with Das. Then we witness the evening, mad Meera after seeing Ananya with Krish, performs sexual acts with Das keeping Krish witnessing in bewilderment.

Lets consider Meera loved her husband. After the show-offs, Meera left Krish in abysmal state and was not bothered about the after effect. Krish could have committed suicide. He could have injured himself out of reckless boozing. She was well aware of excess boozing effect  and Krish is alcoholic. If Meera really loved Krish, she would definitely have come back to take care of Krish. She didn’t was a clear indication that she was not concerned about Krish’s well being. Her sexual action with Das in presence of Krish was in despair, desperation of being neglected, desperation out of jealousy, but definitely not out of love.

It was the same reason she left Krish when she found out Krish sleeping with Sheelu, wife of Sekhar.
 
So, Meera is definitely not in desperate love with Krish. Her love had no such depth that she accepted adultery to satisfy Krish. Krish’s cuckoldry had very little effect or no effect with respect to Meera’s adultery.

We again observe her desperation and jealousy when she discovers Krish at ‘The Square’ over telephonic conversation. She depicts Ananya with Krish and rushes to ‘The Square’ to find the truth. She is obsessed with Ananya having sex with Krish. Once she reaches ‘The Square’ and does not locate Krish, the most obvious thing she was supposed to do was rush back to Krish’s home. Instead, she started boozing.
 
So, Desai Had his first night with Meera.
Let’s see whether Meera’s submission was with consent or not.

First, we consider it was unwilling part from Meera. So, it was a raape.
 
Come to present stage. Meera is friendly with Desai. When a woman will become friend with her rapist?

1.       When she is forced to do that under compulsion.
2.       When she is planning revenge.

Meera has no serious compulsion to re-establish friendship with her raapist.

So, If Meera was raaped by Desai on that night, she is contemplating revenge on Desai.
 
If not, Meera’s submission to Desai was willing.
In this situation, Meera may submit to Desai again irrespective of Krish’s behaviour.
 
So Krish’s cuckoldry does not have any bearing on Meera’s adultery. She is only concerned about Krish that he should not copulate with other women and specially Ananya.
 
I find it absolute irrelevant to link Krish’s cuckoldry with Meera’s adultery.

Super update. Desai had played his cards perfectly. First he reminded meera on the night with him. Secondly he brought cuckoldry out of krish at the right time when he is thinking on meera night with desai and it aroused him.
Next his cuckold fantasy will make him interested to hear/watch meera fucking with desai.
Top of all, Desai wants meera to be queen of his empire. So she will take his seeds to bring a child out of it to inherit it.

wow wow wow wow.  that was the best yet. you are one talented writer. just amazing!

Anyways cuckold inside krish is still ALIVE. He get more happiness in masturbating thinking of his wife being fucked by another man rather than him fucking her. So he will not have any problem even if Meera sleep with Desai. Just wondering how Ananya will react when she comes to know Meera had fallen for Desai.

Hi Manasi,

How are you?

You are right Meera never sleep with others for Krish. But Krish pushed her to the edge in Shekar incident & Jai incident too and Meera also sometimes pushed herself in Goa public park incident. Krish and Meera both have complex personality.

Wow wow wow. So many comments and discussions. I've quoted just a few but I thank all of you who've read the story. Like I've mentioned earlier, there's not much difference between a reader and writer in xossipy. Like a reader waits for the next chapter, the writer waits for next comment. A long chapter with a lot of happenings can make a reader happier. So does a long comment to the writer.
Here Manasi's comment makes me read it many times. It was such a good read and thought provoking because it gives me an idea about what I'm writting and that you're getting.
Thank you all for putting your reaction into words here.
For my Bangladeshi friend, please don't die like that. I'll give you the event you're waiting for. Lol.

About next episode, I hope it'll be ready in a week's gap.

Thank you all once again.
Keep reading. Keep posting.
Krish.