[krish_999]

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[krish_999]

Sorry for the delay guys. I'm travelling and I don't have access to my PC. I have written the chapter but I'm not finished with editing. I'm a bit disappointed about it. Nevertheless I'm posting the chapter here because I won't be able to edit it until I get back to my PC. I will edit the chapter later. Forgive the typos please.

Chapter- Seventeen

The next morning there was heavy rain. I spent morning hours in bed cuddling Meera; adoring her soft cheeks, caressing her arms, running my fingers through her hair strands, and chatting.

Meera told me about her wish to go on a day trip to somewhere; having the breakfast in a roadside Daaba and lunch in a resort.
Her work pressure had been noticeably down to a level of manageable. It was the first time she was mentioning about recreation in a long time. Otherwise it was always me who initiated plans like day trip.
I said I was glad that she finally found peace at work.
“No, I haven’t found peace.” She said. “It’s just that I am learning how to cope with this. I can’t live in a pressure cooker forever.”
“That’s still something to positive to talk about.” Her struggle with Ashish had only escalated with time.
“I can’t remember smiling at him, even once since the first day. Last week he shared a joke during a meeting and I deliberately maintained a blank face.” Meera said and laughed. “The joke was actually funny. I laughed when I left the conference hall.”
I smiled. “I can see you hate him so much.”
“He tops my list of hated people.” “Even above Desai?”
“Desai doesn't get into your head. But this man doesn't let you settle down even when you're alone, far from him.”
I looked into her eyes when she said that. She was being herself.
“I just don’t understand one thing – how can a man torment a woman so beautiful like you for no reason. Does he just hate beauty? Is he a psycho?”
Meera smiled.
“Are you angry about my boss?”
“Yeah. I want to meet him once.”
“What will you say when you meet him?” “I’ll have to think about it.”
I said.

I had made up my mind to tell Ashish that Meera was my wife. I phoned him later that day. Ashish was at the airport. I could hear the flight announcement in the background. He was there to receive his family arriving from abroad. He asked me if I know of any good drivers who can commit for two weeks program. He was planning for a vacation with family.
I quickly changed my mind about telling him about Meera.
“Leave it to me, Ashish. I will arrange it.” I promised.
I was happy to help him as I knew a driver who would fit his requirement. I phoned my friend immediately and he agreed to meet Ashish next day.
The next day Ashish phoned me and thanked me.

It turned out Meera and her colleagues had no idea about Ashish's family arriving from abroad. Meera's knowledge about Ashish being a divorcee hadn’t changed. I felt Ashish was really a mysterious person at work.
At one point Meera mentioned Ashish's broad forehead that would soon turn into baldness. I laughed, because in my opinion he had a straight forehead that was just normal.
It was a point when Meera's hatred toward her boss became a matter of amusement to me.
I loved to add into this. I once told Ashish was a handsome guy in my opinion.
Meera was surprised. “How do you know that? Have you seen him?”
“Yeah,” I said with confidence. “I have seen him in a party.”
“No, it’s not possible.” Meera said. “There is no way Ashish could be in that party.”
“Why not?”
“Because, he’s very bad in socialising with the public. Even if he’s not, he’s very hesitant. He’s got only work in his head.” Meera said. I didn’t try to correct her. But I brought up another idea to annoy her. “I think he’s attracted to you but you are way out of his reach; and that’s making him hate you.”
Meera laughed.
“No, he hated me because he hates all women in general. He has no family. He lives his life without women.”
I was left to wonder why Ashish was not revealing his marital status at workplace.
Does he too have some dark fantasies?

Meera was invited for a colleague's wedding anniversary on Saturday. She said she wouldn't go because her colleague had invited Ashish too and and he had supposedly agreed to come.
"I don't like to smile at him." Meera said scornfully.
"Then don't go." I said.

One day Meera came home she was particularly gloomy.
“The company is planning to cut costs. They are axing jobs.”
She said.
“Is your job at risk?”
I asked. I knew how much this job meant to her.
“It shouldn’t be. But what worries me is that it’s Ashish who’s preparing the evaluations.”
She was scared that Ashish's hatred toward women automatically puts her in the list, irrespective of her performance.
However, I was confident of influencing Ashish. And I did not share Meera's opinion about him. If he was so misogynistic then he wouldn’t have helped Ananya.
“Just have confidence in you, baby. You are not expendable. I know that.” I patted Meera on the shoulder.
“If I was the boss, I would axe him first.” Meera blurted.

Meera remained lost in thoughts for the rest of the evening.
When we went to sleep I asked her if she was thinking about how to remove her boss from his post.
“No,” Meera said. “But I’d love to see him go.”
I turned to her and put my arm around her.
“You said he’s man without social life. If he loses his job too, it will be the end of story for him.” I said.
“So what? He deserves some pain.”
Meera said.
“You want to see him in pain?”
“I don’t want to see him in pain. I am not a sadist. But I will enjoy when he gets some pain.”
“Would you like to torture him, if you had a chance?”
Meera looked at me amused.
“What are you suggesting?”
I smiled. “Tell me, do you want to torture your boss?”
“How?”
I noticed the glow of her eyes.
“I don’t know. What do you think will be a torture to him?”
“I don’t know about him that much.”
“Okay,” I smiled and moved closer to her. “Imagine I am your boss. This is his bed. Now we know the last thing he wants to see here is you.”
Meera was smiling already.
“You are playing with my situation.”
“But I can see you are smiling. And you look gorgeous when you smile.”
“You don’t look like him. He can’t tell me those words. He’s a complete ass hole.”
“I am giving you a chance to torture a man who hates you. Don’t you have any idea how to do it?”
I asked again. Meera pushed me back and kept her left foot over my legs.
“I have a lot of ideas. I know even a touch like this will annoy him.”
“Is that all you got?"
"But you don't look like him."
"Call me Ashish, Meera." I added weight to my voice. "And tell me, have you finished the report I asked you an hour ago?"
"An hour ago?" Meera's smile vanished. "What do you think of me?  A machine or something?"
"We all are machines. That's why we are getting paid."
"But an hour is not enough to finish a report, you idiot."
Now I was sure she was enjoying it.
"You can't call me that."
"I will. Idiot." Meera placed her palm across my face. I pushed her hand away.
"Don't touch me. I don't like being touched by woman like you?"
"What do you mean by woman like me, huh?"
She placed her palm again across my face. This time it quickly moved forward and rested behind my ear. My subtle attempt to push her away was failed.
"You women think you can get everything because you are beautiful?"
Meera pushed be back further and lay on top of me. I felt her breath on my face. I was becoming aroused.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, don't you?"
"Get off me, Meera. I am your boss."
"Not now. Here I am your boss." Meera held my face and grinned.
"I will fire you."
"I don't care what you do, mister." Meera pinched my cheeks with both hands. As her torso completely rested on my chest, her breasts got squeezed between our body. The white softy melons popped out of her neck line, and I pretended to be nervous to look at it. I did it so obvious that Meera noticed it right away.
"What, do you have a problem with my breasts too?"
She patted across my face.
"Don't slap me. I am your boss, Meera."
"This isn't a slap, yet." Meera patted me on the cheeks again. "And you are not my boss. I am your boss here. Do you understand?"
"No, you are not my boss. A woman can't be my boss, Meera."
"How dare you to speak like that to me. Call me madam, not Meera."
"No." I refused and shook my head. "Get off me."
"Not until I make you realise who the boss is. Take off your shirt."
"No. No. I am not taking it off."
But Meera quickly got up and pulled my shirt to remove it. She sat on my waist and removed her top too, to reveal her bra-clad figure. I struggled to pretend uninterested.
"Oh my god. Don't do this. I don't want to do this. Please let me go." I tried to shake her off me. Meera fell on my chest again.
"You have a problem with beautiful woman, right? What about being kissed?"
"No...No..."
My vocal resistance was ignored by Meera as her lips seized mine. I still tried to shake my body in refusal.
"Oh my god. I can't believe you kissed me." I said nervously as she freed my lips. I wiped my lips right away. "Your saliva is on my lips."
Meera smiled at me.
"You are overacting, mister."
"No, I don't like the taste of someone's saliva. Don't kiss me like that."
Meera looked at me with a meaningful smirk. "Oh really?"
Next thing I knew was her thumb and forefinger pressing either sides of my mouth to open it.
"Open your mouth, mister. Open your mouth, Ashish."
She was again at her best playing the bossy role. I opened my mouth.
"Now drink this."
She said and spit into my mouth. I swallowed it.
"No. Please leave me."
She pressed her fingers and passed the saliva again into my mouth.
"Who's the boss, tell me now."
"You are."
I offered my surrender.
"Call me madam."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good, then." Meera laughed and kissed me. The kiss this time was a longer, deeper one. When it ended, she was gasping.
"Let's stop it and do some serious stuff now." She blurted.
I too shared the same opinion and I quickly changed positions. Our clothes disappeared in a few seconds. As I got between her legs, Meera grabbed my dick and guided it into her.
"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. "
Desai's voice echoed in my head. I froze a moment.
"Move it, baby."
Meera's voice was soft but it nevertheless gave away her impatience to feel my dick in her wet pussy. I pushed and Meera let out a gasp.
"Mmm...." She threw her arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me. I thrusted hard, trying not to think about Desai. But the more I tried, the more difficult it became. Meera's moans got only lauder with each push. I lowered my face behind her ear.
"Do you want it harder, Meera?" I whispered.
"Yeah, harder. Yes..." Meera blurted.
I closed my eyes to imagine myself as Ashish. It was my last attempt to distract me from the memory of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper. Meera's arms became tighter and looser again tighter around my body as I manipulated my pace. Eventually Meera cried in pleasure. I pulled out next moment and jerked out my creamy juice on her throbbing belly.
"Oh you remembered," Meera laughed. "I had forgotten it out of pleasure, baby."
"You enjoyed it, right?"
I asked as I fell next to her, panting heavily.
"Yeah," She smiled at me with love in her eyes.
"Finally a reason to thank your boss, right?"
Meera pushed me away.
"You are such a dirty husband."
"Don't you love this dirty husband, baby?"
She readily kissed me. "I do love this dirty husband."

And she expressed her love to my roleplay in the following night too, when I went up a step further by letting her tie my hands with a shawl. She undressed me completely and sat on my legs.
"You hate women, don't you, mister?" She asked as she began to jerk my hardness. "But your body says something else."
"Please don't do this. Leave me alone, ma'am."
"You need to love me. I'll make you love me, Ashish."
She said as she moved forward and guided my hardness into her hole. Her skirt was on and I couldn't see it, but I could sense how wet she was. She moved her waist back and forth to ride me slowly until she gifted herself a satisfying orgasm. She then brought her arms to work to make me cum too.
"Do you like our dirty game?" I asked  as she untied me.
"Of course, I love it." She said with an adorable smile. "You always find a way to bring me back to the game. I have to thank you for that."
She thanked me again in morning for trying to help her get mentally on top of Ashish because it was working. I wasn't sure if I was helping her or exploiting her.


Thursday evening Desai phoned me. He was throwing a party on the success of a new business collaboration with a company.
"I am inviting only my close friends and families. Your names appears on the top side of the list. You must bring Meera too."
He said. This was an invitation I had been expecting since the day he reconciled me. I didn't know what to say.
"Desai..." I was thinking about an excuse.
"Don't say anything, Krish. You promised me we are good being friends." Desai interrupted me.
I had no choice but to agree with him.

But I was far from comfortable to take Meera on a dinner night to Desai. Meera's colleague's wedding anniversary came into my mind. It was on the same night.
"No, I don't want to go," Meera said when I asked her to go for the anniversary.
What's the use of me helping you torture him every night then?" I asked. "Don't be afraid of him."
I'm not afraid of him. I just...
She paused.
She later told me she would go.

When I showed up alone at Desai's party, I expected him to be disappointed. He wasn't. I chose to believe he was acting cool in front of me.

Meera's experience of Saturday night was bad. She was already home when I returned from Desai's party.
She said Ashish was there. He was being treated like a celebrity and she couldn't stand the sight.
I laughed.
You can't bear the sight of your boss getting more attention; so that's the issue.

Monday Meera phoned me.
Desai just phoned me. She said.
Desai was disappointed that none of her team members showed up for his grant party.
And he has invited us for the lunch today.
Don't go. He's just trying to befriend you.
I said readily.
Why?
Meera asked. I wondered why I needed to explain that to her.
He's trying to befriend you, baby. We can't trust him.
You are scared of him.
I don't like him.
Then why did you invite him for dinner the other night?
Meera, he gave me the promotion.
Yes, you have a valid reason. But why my reason isn't valid enough?
I couldn't believe that we were arguing over Desai. It was a first.
What's your reason?
He is already friends with us. I mean me, Anagha, and Nelson. He has invited the team, all of us three. And there is one more thing. Desai said he will come to pick us up from our office at noon. I want Ashish to see us all leaving with Desai, after he's given me an that lecture the other day.
Meera had made up her mind. There was no point in arguing. I tried to believe her decision was based on her confidence and fearlessness about Desai.
However, she was the same woman who tried to avoid facing Ashish in a party two days ago. My thoughts were again clouding my mind that her hatred towards Ashish was benefiting Desai.
I was also left wondering why Desai was adamant to throw this lunch with Meera's team. That they missed out his lunch party was a lame excuse.
If I had also been missed out, would he have invited me too? Are Meera, Anagha, and Nelson the only ones to have missed out?
Also,  Desai was too big a professional figure to drive them from their workplace to the restaurant. He could have easily sent a cab for them.
The more I thought, the more I became convinced about Desai's intention. His only target is Meera.

As time ticked towards the noon, I began to feel the heat. I thought of how Desai could further trick Meera into fulfilling his ultimate dream. He could secretly drug her and under the pretense of helping, he could take her to his place. Or our place.
My throat became dry in a second as I thought about my apartment. I thought of Desai walking into my house with a semi conscious Meera. It would be a matter of seconds before he led her to our bedroom.
Our room. Our bed.
The thought dreaded me.

At noon I borrowed my friend's car and headed to Meera's office. I knew either Meera or Desai would easily recognise my car, so I didn't want to risk being caught. I stopped near the parking lot and I quickly recognised Desai's car. I was on time.
Ten minutes later I saw Desai walking out of the elevator. Behind him were my wife, her colleagues Anagha and Nelson. It was the first time I was seeing Anagha and Nelson. The former looked in her late thirties and the latter was younger than Meera.
Nelson was wearing a neckband headphone and I almost thought he was chatting on the phone.
Anagha wearing a kurti and jeans had a round figure, looking just short of being called overweight. Her face looked cute though.
Meera was gorgeous as usual, in her stylishly tucked in sleevless white shirt and black pants. Even though the shirt with collar did not show any skin around her neck, lack of sleeves exposed and enhanced her beautiful arms. The thin fabric also complemented the shapely breasts very well. Paired it with a matching trousers that stopped at the right spot to reveal her milky white ankles, she looked hot and a class apart from her colleague.

As they approached the car and paused for a brief chat, I thought they were discussing who would take which seat. I didn't want Meera take the front seat and sit next to Desai.
Nelson took the front seat though, much to my relief. I would quickly feel ashamed of myself for overthinking about such stuff.
I had seen much worse in the past, and I was actually a husband with liberal mindset, but I was still getting panic when Desai was involved.
I followed their car, smartly maintaining a safe distance. It started drizzling and it further eased the fear of getting caught. Desai drove the car to a restaurant located 5 miles to the north, and it roughly took twenty minutes to reach the place.
I stopped my car at the other side of the road and watched Desai parking his car at the restaurant's roofed parking lot.
I noticed Desai observing the surroundings, especially the other cars parked in the lot, before leading them into the restaurant. I wondered if he was looking for me. I felt glad that I didn't bring my own car. I was sure he wouldn't spot me inside a random car, especially because of the drizzling.
They disappeared into the posh restaurant very soon.
The drizzling was now obstructing my view  and I had to operate wiper to get a clear view. After a long weight of forty-five minutes, I noticed Nelson outside the front gate. I become cautious when I saw none of others behind him. Nelson was this time clearly talking on the phone.
Meera and Anagha had stayed back with Desai in the restaurant. Forty-five minutes was too quick for a lunch to finish at that restaurant. I tried to calm down myself that nothing wrong was happening.
After a while, my phone buzzed.
Desai had sent me a photo. It had Meera's smiling face between Desai and Anagha.
The photo was followed by a text.
'This is all I need, my pal. I'm happy. I hope this doesn't upset you.'
He was trying to comfort me, I felt.
They were sitting on a large sofa. Part of their dining table was also seen in the photo.
But what I noticed first and kept zooming in later was Desai's palm sitting on Meera's shoulder. She was either ignorant of the touch or was too comfortable with him to notice the body contact. I couldn't make out either and my heartbeats began to rise.
I felt the itch to get out of the car and go in to the restaurant to see what they were doing. But it was day time, and I had no idea about the restaurant's insides. I could get caught the moment I walked in. I was sure Meera would notice me the moment I walked into the restaurant and I had no valid reason to be there in case she saw me, except from spying on her. My pride was not allowing me to admit what I was doing. So I kept my cool and remain seated in the car.
And what annoyed me the most in the middle of this was a growing bulge in my pants. I was ashamed and embarrassed of that I was getting an erection even when I was genuinely worried about my wife sitting next to Desai. I pressed my dick over the pants to hurt it and make limp, but it only helped me realise that my dick was craving for my touch.
I tried to divert my mind, but with me eyes fixed at the front gate of the restaurant in the hope of seeing my wife finally walking out after the lunch, I couldn't think of anything else. I imagined Anagha walking out of that gate, leaving Meera and Desai back in the restaurant.
What would Desai do if he manage to get Meera alone?
I was sure he wouldn't be a fool to try out his hard earned luck in a public place. But I was sure he would try to flirt with her and make her comfortable around him, even when there's no one else. He would convey indirectly that he wasn't any danger. I was sure that he was doing all this only to make her consider him like a harmless guy so that she would be comfortable walking into his apartment when the opportunity arrives.

Then all of a sudden I saw them walking out, bringing a halt to my thoughts. This time Meera sat in the front seat of the car. It clearly showed how comfortable she had become with Desai. I reckoned it would be just a matter of time before she agreed to have lunch and dinner with him. It was evident that she was turned on by the memories of what Desai had done to her. It would me a matter of time before she began getting turned on by his touch. It would be a matter of time before she started craving for more.
The thought itself was devastating. I felt my life was heading towards the same path I had walked before.
"You will never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life." I remembered Meera's words. Even though she had delivered those words to me out of anger, I felt it was going be true.


Meera's equation with Ashish at work was worsening. One day she reached home and threw her bag on the floor.
"I'm going to quit, Krish!" She said. "He has prepared the list. I know I'm on the list."
"But why do you need to quit?"
I asked.
"Today we had a heated moment again. I gave him a mouthful. He walked away, stunned."
I sat with her and tried to comfort her.
Meera then revealed how she ended up having coffee with Desai later in the day.
"I'm sorry, baby. I was disturbed and I couldn't continue in my desk." Meera said. "Desai showed up and he saw I was upset. I too felt I needed a break."
"How did you go there, to the cafe?"
I asked.
"In his car," Meera looked at me. "I know you'd want me to be cautious. In sorry, Krish. I just wanted to breathe easy. I thought he already knew that I was upset and he wouldn't try to piss me off further. He didn't do it say anything, but he asked me if I keep you informed about such coffee and lunch always. I asked him why he was asking that and he said he wanted to take me to lunch at his place. And he said it could be kept a secret if I wanted to."
He is making his move. I heard my own voice in my head.
"What did you say?"
"What would I say? I'm not stupid to fall into his bullshit again. I told him there's no need to keep anything from my husband and I'm not doing anything that needs to be kept from my husband."
I felt glad about her response.
"You said it right. I was expecting him to come up with innovative ideas like this. What did he say?"
"He backtracked, saying he didn't mean anything. He just wanted me to feel better. He says he'll always be there."
"I want you to be cautious around Desai, because I always feel a bad vibe around him. He's just..." I paused and tried to smile. "Forget it. Now you're home. So relax. I'll make you a tea if you want."
Meera hugged me and thanked me for my support.

That evening she didn't go for evening walk. Sheetal too cancelled her rountine when she learnt about it. She sat with me and we chatted for a while. Meera sat with us, watching us talk. Later she told me Sheetal was particularly shier around me than anyone else.

That night Meera told me she didn't need to be excessively angry with Ashish.
"It's possible that he doesn't like Desai visit our office too often. He maybe thinking that I'm the reason for that. I don't know. But he is the boss, he can have his thought process can't he?"
Meera asked me. I was making the bed. When I was done, I turned to her and smiled.
"I know exactly what is wrong with Ashish."
Meera became curious.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Meera threw a pregnant look.
"I can smell where you're heading, honey."
She was blushing. I took her in my arms.
"Is this how you behave with your boss? Do you address your boss honey?"
I added weight to my voice.
"Ashish doesn't have such a strong voice. He has rather a soft one."
"I'm glad you at least have something positive about me."
"No. I hate everything about you, Ashish."
She pushed me away and I fell on the bed. The play was on. She quickly climbed on top of me and grabbed me by neck.
"Mr. Boss, you are not allowed to move. Here I'm the boss, do you understand?"
"You can do anything, but don't take my clothes off."
"Really," She laughed and did exactly the opposite. In a minute I was lying in my underwear. Meera ran her fingers over my hardness.
"I thought you hate women. What happened now?"
She had a grin on her face and it was absolutely cute. I wanted to grab her and kiss her right away. But I went on with the roleplay.
"I'm naturally like this." I said.
"Liar. Bloody liar!" She bent down to my face and straightaway licked across my lips. I almost opened my mouth in anticipation of a kiss but her tongue went across it, only making my lips wet with her saliva.
"You have a liking for my taste, don't you?"
Meera patted on my cheeks with a teasing smile.
"What taste?"
"Open your mouth." She demanded.
"No." I said.
However, I gladly opened my mouth as soon as Meera pressed her thumb and index finger at either sides of me mouth. Meera looked into my eyes and then spat into my mouth.
"Hold it," she said after one spit. "Don't swallow it now." She gathered another load of saliva in her mouth and spat again.
"Now," she took her fingers off me and I swallowed.
"Do you like the taste now?"
"Why are you torturing me like this? I don't like to taste anything."
"I know you don't enjoy a lot of things I do, Ashish. But now I'm going to do it until you change your mind."
Meera said and pulled her top over her head to reveal her bra-clad body. She quickly undid her bra to release her melons. Her nipples were halfway to being hard.
"Would you like to taste my milk?"
"No," I shook my head sideways without taking my eyes of them. Meera bent down again and next moment I had her breasts being pushed onto my face. The feeling of her softness made my dick twitch.
"Just taste it, Ashish. Don't pretend you don't want to." Meera grabbed my hair with one hand and with other hand she pushed her one breast into my mouth. I faked hesitation for a moment though, but then I was thirstily sucking them one by one.
"Do you like my taste, mister?"
"Mmm..."
I moaned.
"Then open your mouth again."
She demanded. I opened my mouth and she fed me another load of her sweet saliva. She looked into my eyes as a swallowed.
"You hate my tongue don't you, Ashish? You don't want me to speak up. Now you'll know what I can do with my tongue."
She said and licked all over my face. Her tongue swirled over my lips, leaving me gasping. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, only to be pushed away by Meera.
"How dare you to touch me?"
Her voice was soft though.
"I'm sorry, madam."
I said quickly.
"No, you are not sorry. You deserve more torture for this." Her hand reached down and wormed inside my underwear and grabbed me throbbing pole.
"You know Ashish, the only part of you that respect me is this. It's the evidence that you desire me deep in your heart. You like me, don't you?"
Her warm fingers began to move inside my underwear, giving me a handjob. Being forced to spend inside the confinement until then, it was soon in a pool of pleasure. I didn't want her to stop.
"You always find a reason to berate my work. But you do secretly dream dirty things about me, don't you? Dirty things that you haven't even thought of doing with your ex-wife..."
"Yes..."
I moaned and pulled her back to me and kissed her hard. Meera tried to move away but i didn't let her. I sucked her lips hard and my hands quickly found way to her breasts.
I pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her. Next I pulled down her lower pants in a hurry.
Meera was smiling now.
I quickly shed my underwear and got between her legs.
"You know what, Meera. You're right. Every word you said. I desire you. I dream about you and I dream about this."
I said and pushed my dick into her. She moaned.
I bent down to latch onto her mouth with my lips and began to thrust my dick inside her. 
I was throbbing inside her. She was very much wet but my dick still felt tight inside her.
"You know what I hate about you, Meera?"
I asked, pausing for a moment. Meera looked at me. "I hate that you are married and you belong to someone else."
Meera's eyes grew wide. I pushed again and her eyes fluttered. It was a sight to behold. Her cheeks reddened.
"You are my most brilliant staff, and the most beautiful among them all. I fear becoming servant of your beauty and your personality, and that's the reason I try to make me believe I don't like your. You know, I actually love you from the deepest of my heart. But I'm so afraid to confess you that. I can't tell you that, can I?"
I kept giving her the words as if they were those she was longing for, and I kept thrusting my dick deeper and deeper into her.
When I kissed her, I found her return kiss a lot softer than earlier. She let her tongue wander into my mouth and dance with mine. And she was welcoming me like a lover. She had come out of the roleplay. I was lifted to another world and as I prepared myself to experience an inner burst, she let out a scream. I moved with frantic pace and I shot my load inside her.
"Oh my baby, you're awesome."
I panted. I had become Krish and she had become my Meera. She kissed me.
"I love you, my love."
She mumbled through the heavy breathing.
It was one of the most vibrant sex I had since Desai had rattled my sex life a week ago.

In the morning Meera told me I was awesome in bed. And she told me one more thing.
"When you were talking like that, you know I wished for a moment they were all true."
I wondered if she meant only the praise I had given to her on behalf of her boss or my words of his secret affection towards her.
I wondered if she was longing for a man's love and respect.
Deep inside I felt she was even longing for a man's sweat too. It was not because I had her imagine in bed with her boss. It was not because I knew she was turned on by Desai. It was not because she looked like she was up for new adventure.
It was based on an intuition that I had experienced many times in the past. It told me that my wife was going to cheat on me very soon.

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Chapter - Eighteen

 

I was not in touch with Ashish after his family arrived in Pune. When I phoned him on a Saturday, he said he was in Aurangabad. He was on a family trip to the Ellora Caves.
I thought of Meera's reaction if I told her that Ashish was married and he's got a family with whom he was having a good time.
Meera on the other had remained tensed during the weekend.
"Monday he will reveal the list of people who'd lose their job."
Meera kept saying nervously. I tried to console.
"If they're axing you, then who else can they keep? Your position is important. Cost-cutting is different from firing. Cost-cutting means your table is no longer required. Your work will be added to someone else's. The firing means you are no longer required due to your incompetency. Once they fired you, the company immediately will have to hire someone better to do your job. The company doesn't save anything here. So my point is, if his aim is cost-cutting, then it's guaranteed that he won't let you go."
"You're trying to boost my confidence. I know. But it's not working. Sorry."
Meera said. It was apparent that every one of her staff was also experiencing the same. Nobody knew of their immediate fate beyond Monday.
 
 
However, it all would change in a matter of two days.
Monday Ashish gathered all his staff and announced that he had rejected the order from the above to reduce the manpower. He had written to the authorities that all of his staff were too important to his office and he there's not a single name who could be axed. He suggested his name to be axed if they wanted to do it mandatorily.
His argument was that his office was the best performing branch. It happened not because of the money the company was paying but because of the hard work his staff were putting out.
Ashish announced that his stance was respected by the board and no one was going to lose his job that year.
In effect, Ashish had announced himself as the saviour of all because all other branches of the company have suffered job loss as part of cost-cutting.
Meera was joyous when she came home.
"We all thought he was a dumbass. But he cared for our hard work more than everyone. We had no idea."
"Didn't I tell you this Ashish can actually be a good guy?" I asked.
"Yeah, you said. But nothing was going into my head. Now you can't believe how light my head is feeling like."
I hugged her. "No, I can understand your joy."
 
It didn't end there. On Tuesday Ashish conducted another gathering presented the assessment report. Meera was named the best performing official of the branch. She showed me the trophy in the evening. It had her name inscribed on it.
More than the award, that she was evaluated as deserving by Ashish evoked more joy. "It was unbelievable that he found my work contribution superior to anyone else's. He spoke so highly of my work. I never knew he was so impressed by me. Actually, none of us thought he appreciated our work so much like this."
Meera said. Her eyes were slightly wet. 
I could understand her. It was perhaps the happiest day in her life in a long time. She had been working so hard yet she was not getting the respect she deserved. Suddenly all the sadness, all the disappointments and all the complaints were undone by a man she had only hated. She was not only respected for her work but also showered with compliments. Praised with words she was perhaps dying to hear, Meera suddenly had a realisation.
"I think I was wrong about him all along. He was just being professional. He is."
The man had even commented on her dressing sense. He named her the best dressed one in his office or any office he had ever worked. 
"He said he noticed that I become more energetic when I enter the office. He said no one can stop me there," Meera laughed.
She was on cloud nine.
 
Meera later revealed she had a chat with him after the gathering. 
"I asked him why he is not so friendly with everyone, and if he had any idea how he surprised everyone yesterday. He just laughed. I think he's still holding back a lot of surprises."
"What kind of surprises?"
I asked.
"I mean, he's such a mystery for all. I asked him why so mysterious. He said he's here for a short term only. In the limited time he wanted to concentrate on his work, nothing else."
I was so happy to see her finally making a mark in her field. She was a smart woman at work and she deserved respect.
"I think there will be a party soon," Meera said later. "I want to introduce you to him."
I smiled at the thought of Meera introducing me to Ashish only to realise that we were already friends. I thought it would be a great surprise for her. And for Ashish too, since he had no idea that Meera was my wife.
"Do you think he will be excited to meet your husband?"
"Why not?"
"You said he isn't a social person."
Meera shook her head.
"Yeah, he isn't a social person. But I'm. I can be excited about introducing you to anyone, can't I?"
I smiled.
"Of course you can, baby."
 
Meera later showed me the pictures of her being awarded. Anagha had taken the snaps and forwarded them to her. The award was given by a man I hadn't seen.
"Who's this guy?"
I asked.
"That's Ashish. Who else do you think it is?"
Meera said.
I was stunned. I couldn't believe how I got confused like that again. Perhaps it was my habit of resorting to speculations, processing half information. There were many incidents in the past when I heard something and assumed something entirely different.
It wasn't the Ashish I had known for a while. It was someone else. I kept looking at the photo.
"What is his full name?"
"Ashish Bharadwaj. Why?"
Ashish Bharadwaj. The name was so different from Ashish Sehgal. I couldn't shake the shock of my own stupidity to assume both men as same just because they had a similar first name and general hesitation to accept women.
"Nothing," I said first and then explained. "I thought I've seen him when you were telling me stories about him. That guy's name is Ashish Sehgal. I got confused."
"Yeah, I remember you telling me that you've seen him at a party. I was sure it was someone else. You surely met someone else and confused yourself."
I was still looking at her phone, checking out the guy. He had a broad forehead. Meera had once told me that he's about to go bald. I laughed at myself to have thought she had that impression only because she was angry at him.
"By the way, tell me one thing," Meera snatched the phone from me. "You had a face in your mind when you were making me do all those naughty things in bed. Who's this Ashish Sehgal in reality? What's the deal with him?"
I was caught in a web. I smiled at her to erase my embarrassment.
"The deal is with you. I just wanted to help you get ahead of your boss, in your head. It worked, right?"
"You liar!" Meera pushed me away, with a cute smile. "I know you. I know all the dirty things you cook up in here, okay?" She pointed to my head and went on. "You were fantasising."
"What's wrong with that?" I admitted, putting my arms around her. "Didn't it work?"
Meera was shy now. "Yeah, but you made me torture my boss."
"Don't forget you've enjoyed it." I teased her further.
Meera giggled.
"I feel embarrassed now. He didn't deserve those tortures. He's a good person."
"Really? Then go ahead and apologise to him."
"No. You go and apologise to him. You're the one who made me do those things."
"Why should I apologise? He would be grateful if I told him how much torture I have taken for him."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'm going to kill you."
Meera hugged me tight and kissed me hard. I smooched her back.
 
 
Like I mentioned, her life had changed in two days. The most hated man of her life had become the most respected one. And he had earned my respect too, without even meeting I person. Ashish Bharadwaj happened to be a gentleman who, for a change, did not seem to be a fan of Meera's beauty.
Ashish Bharadwaj's face remained in my mind for so long that I eventually felt I had seen him before that already. But I couldn't recollect where it was. I thought we might have come across some parties.
 
I eventually met Ashish Bharadwaj in person when I went to drop Meera at a conference venue. Meera was excited to introduce me to him. Ashish smiled shook hands with me.
"You know it feels great to meet families of my colleagues because it makes me feel like I am working closely with the guys. It inspires me."
He said.
We chatted for a while despite him being in the middle of preparation for the conference. He sounded and behaved like a gentleman.
Ashish too felt he had seen me somewhere already, though he was unable to recollect it.
"We might have come across during any parties. So many events nowadays, it's not so surprising that we forget faces too easily."
I said.
"But I hardly attended a party since my arrival. I don't enjoy them much."
"Then I'll invite you for lunch one day. We can discuss more on that."
I joked.
"Yeah, that's right." He laughed.
We met on a few occasions, and we were acquainted with each other very soon.
 
We had a busy weekend after that. Pawan invited us for dinner at his house. Saturday he suggested shopping together. I was surprised because it was the first time he had come up with a suggestion that would bring me close to Sheetal or him to Meera. He was always a person who appeared to be holding back. Anyways, we went shopping with them and followed it with a dine-out.
Sunday morning we visited the temple. In the night we invited Pawan and Sheetal for dinner at our house.
Meera later opined that the weekend felt too shorter. I felt the same.
 
 
Two days later, Meera had great news for me from her office.
"Ashish wants to remove Desai from our client list."
"How? Why? What happened?"
My questions were many.
"I initially thought it's because of my friendship with Desai. Ashish is annoyed by it. But you know there's an important thing. Ashish discussed it with me. He has conducted a study about the reports we prepared for Ashish in the last three quarters and the number of investments he made based on them. He has made regular investments for sure, but it's too little when compared to his portfolio. Ashish told me he's not seeking the reports for actual use."
"Then what else is it?"
I asked automatically. Meera gave me a surprised look.
"It's me, idiot. Ashish told me he has two answers for this. One, Desai wants to make me stay relevant because I am the one who prepared most of them. Two, Desai wants to stay relevant to me. In other words, to impress me. Ashish was very careful to use the word. You know sometimes I still feel he's got a problem speaking to one on one with a woman like me."
"He may be finding you too hot," I quipped.
Meera gave me a cute smile and went on, "I asked Ashish if he was holding me responsible for wastage of man-hour, and he said no."
She paused for a moment as if to prepare to reveal something intelligent. "He's actually good with finding facts. He said even though Desai made marginal investments based on my reports, those investments followed the growth as per the report."
I tried to gather the meaning of what she said. She quickly led the level of my IQ on the subject.
"I mean Desai could have made a good profit if he had seriously considered investing according to my reports."
I shook my head now. "But then why didn't he do so?"
"That's exactly the big question. The answer, Ashish found it, is that Desai wasn't even paying attention to the reports. He didn't care about those reports. He just cared about me."
"Oh," I sighed. "So now your boss knows about this creep."
"He put it a bit differently. He said 'I appreciate that you and Mr Susheel Desai are friends. But his presence in the office isn't helping our staff, especially your team members. So we might not be preparing reports for him anytime soon.’ He apologised in advance if his decision hurt my sentiments."
"Did it hurt?"
"What do you think?"
"I like to meet this guy again and just give him a big hug. He's awesome."
Meera laughed.
"I knew you'd say this. You don't want Desai around me, do you?"
"You know me, I hate that guy."
I admitted.
 
It was great news for me. Since Desai was removed from the exclusive client list, he would not be able to walk into the office and talk to Meera or any staff directly. It meant he could no longer visit Meera in her office.
Desai was going to be a loser. His dream was finally shattered. At least I thought.
 
 
A few days later, Pawan dropped a bomb out of nowhere.
It was a fine evening when the ladies had gone for the daily walk.
He invited me to his apartment, asking me for a cup of coffee. He looked a bit nervous from the start.
I sat on the couch and waited, but instead of giving me the coffee, he sat down next to me, scratching the trimmed beard.
"You must be aware of the struggle we have gone through, Krish. We are not from here. Back in MP, we have a big family. I have three brothers and two sisters. But we haven't met them in three years. It's been three years since I met my parents. It's a long time, isn't it?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Why don't you go and meet them?"
I thought he was going to seek financial help. I thought he might be exhausted all his savings for the medical treatment.
"Because we have no children, yet."
He said.
For a moment I didn't know what to say. I could not relate to his situation immediately.
"I don't know how much you'd understand this. Your state is modern and people are advanced. People understand. But in our state, especially in our hometown things are different. My mother doesn't talk to Sheetal because she's unable to give them a grant child. My parents have only one worry in the world. No, they don't worry about us. They are ashamed of us."
"You can't let it grow into your head, pal. God is there, he'll help you find a way."
I tried to console him with my words.
"God is there." Pawan laughed, nervously. "I believe in God. But sometimes it gets really tough. I am counting on him to help me through this."
"Good."
"We've tried many doctors and many treatments. I have a problem. The final resolution suggested was IVF. I did not know about it at first. But when I learnt about it, it scared me. You know the problem is with me. My sperm is supposed to fertilize my wife's - they called it the egg. But my sperm isn't healthy. So they suggested getting it from someone. Some people donate it. I asked the doctor one thing. When the child is born, will it look like me? He said the child can look like its mother but not me. What does it mean to me? It means everything. I didn't want to do it. I didn't do it. It's not that I wanted my child to look like me. It was that I wouldn't even know who my child would resemble. What qualities will she or he have? Only God will know. Only time will tell."
"Many people are opting for it, Pawan. I believe our child is what we grow him or her into."
"I will never understand it. For me a child is everything. Once it is born, you have to love it. A child born without a face, how can I love it? Sheetal agrees with me."
"It's all up to your decision. You should try to convince your family about it. It can't be forced."
"None in my family has this problem. My elder brother has four children - the youngest of his children is in high college.  People laugh at me, behind me. I can hear it, I can't sleep when I think of going back without having a child."
I really felt for him. I was searching in my memory if I knew of a doctor who could give him some hope.
"Next option was adoption. That's a strict no."
Pawan shook his head sideways as if the thought repulsed him. "My family would look at Sheetal and find the truth in two seconds."
"Have you tried Ayurvedic treatment?"
I asked only because I didn't know anything else to suggest.
"I've tried everything."
Pawan said quickly.
I was silent now.
"Krish, I want your help." Pawan leaned forward in his seat. "I know you wouldn't have expected me to ask for your help in this. But I have no other way. I have no one to look up to."
He paused as if his nervousness was not letting him continue. His nervous look got me nervous too.
"How can I help?"
I asked.
"I...I want you to give me a child."
I was too stunned to react. I kept staring at him for a second and slowly it came back to me why he was talking so long about his struggle. I had a basic idea of what he was suggesting. But I still thought I was not getting it right.
"What are you asking me?"
I asked slowly.
Pawan swallowed. He looked down on the floor for a moment and pressed his palms together in tension.
"I mean, I want you to have sex with Sheetal. And make her pregnant."
"Are you out of your mind?"
I asked even before he finished his sentence. It was the stupidest thing somebody had ever asked me. I had heard of stories of men seeking help from friends to impregnate their wives. But I never thought I would hear one in real, let alone be asked to be part of it.
"I know you would think I am crazy. But yes, I have taken this decision after a lot of thought."
"It's not something for you to decide."
"I know. I know, Krish. But I am begging you, Krish."
I shook my head in refusal.
"No, Pawan. You don't know what you are asking."
"I told you we are far from your home state. We know each other for a few months only. And I know when your apartment is ready you'll go back to it. I will also go back to my home state. We will never meet again. There's nothing you'll lose."
"What about my wife? I am also a husband, Pawan."
I felt a pang of guilt as I finished those words.
You have slept three women other than your wife! I heard a voice inside my head.
"She will never know. Nobody will know. I know you'll find it hard to cheat on your dear wife, but I am begging you with both hands. Please help me. You are helping me. You will never have to carry guilt for it."
I was not going to accept it, no matter how much he pleaded.
"I can't do it, Pawan. Wait, you just said you can't see your wife bear another man's child."
"But I like you as a person. I have seen how good a person you are. You are kind and intelligent too. I am ready to accept your child like mine. My Sheetal will be a mother. My mom will love her. My father will be proud. My brothers will stop ridiculing me. My neighbours will stop laughing behind me. I will be a proud father, Krish."
"How do you know I am kind and intelligent? We've known for just a few months."
"You helped Sadashiv by paying for his daughter's study. There are wealthier people than you in this building but I haven't seen anyone helping anyone like that. And I've seen how much you love your wife. She's so happy to have you as her husband. Sheetal has asked Meera about you. Meera never had a bad thing to tell about you. And the other day, do you remember when you solved that thing in a couple of minutes?" He pointed to the Rubik's cube on his shelf.
I laughed, only to regret that it wasn't time to laugh at him.
"It's a trick you can learn from the internet, Pawan. Solving a Rubik's cube isn't intelligent. It's just practice."
"Krish." Pawan's voice was calmer. "You know my wife is a beautiful woman. She's not as beautiful as your wife, but Sheetal is still very attractive. If I had told any other man in this building  - let it be Narender uncle staying on the top floor, he's past seventy - to have sex with my wife, he would have jumped into the opportunity.  But you said no. You'll be the only one who would say no. It proves something about your character. I will have no shame to raise your child as my own.  I will rather be proud. Please have mercy."
I kept my head down and sat in silence.
"Next Saturday I'll stay away from my house for the whole day. You can visit any time. Sheetal will be waiting for you." Pawan said slowly.
I looked at him. "Have you discussed Sheetal about it?" I asked.
"Yes."
"And she is ready?"
"She's ready."
I became silent for a few seconds. I did not know what to say further.
 
The doorbell rang. Pawan opened the door and Sheetal walked in.
The sight of me sitting in the hall brought a sudden shyness into her eyes.
"Hi..." She stole a glance at her hubby's face. "When did you come?"
"Just now."
I said. I did not realise that I was staring at her. I saw beads of sweat around her neck. Her kurti too had spots of body sweat.
"Make coffee, Sheetal."
Pawan's voice forced me to avert my eyes. Sheetal nodded at Pawan and went to the kitchen.
"I should leave, Pawan."
"Please, stay, Krish. Don't leave now. And please don't say anything now. Think about it. Take a decision later. I will pray to God to help you decide in my favour."
"Does she know that you've invited me to talk this?"
I glanced towards the kitchen as I asked.
"She knows."
I felt nervous like a child stuck in an unknown place.
I was sitting in front of a husband who expected me to fuck his wife. I was about to be served coffee with his wife who knew I might be the father of her future child.
We both sat in complete silence. Sheetal showed up after ten minutes which felt like an eternity, carrying two coffee cups on a tray.
As she bent forward to serve me the coffee my eyes fell at her breasts which was visible through the loose neckline of her kurti. I felt a sensation taking over my body and mind. I averted my eyes to fix them on Pawan's face. He was watching me. I felt shier.
Sheetal gave the other coffee cup to Pawan and moved backwards to stop near the wall, in front of me. Pawan was now not looking at my face. Sheetal's eyes were fixed on the floor. It felt like she was displaying her body to me. It was an invitation. Invitation to take her to bed and make love to her and to impregnate her.
I could not keep my eyes on her for more than two seconds. But I had scanned her body and learnt all the ups and downs of her body curves within those two seconds. The regular walking had helped her lose fat in places and she looked more beautiful than ever.
I quickly finished my coffee without minding its hotness and got up.
"Thanks for the coffee, Sheetal."
She looked up at me now.
"You finished it too quickly. Didn't it burn your tongue?"
She asked. I just smiled at her.
It's something else that is burning me. I said in mind.
"See you later, Pawan."
I blurted at Pawan and walked out.
As I walked I couldn't help but notice the hardness between my legs. My stupid dick was already throbbing to go inside the married pussy of my neighbour.
Damn! I yelled in my mind.
Even though I had vehemently refused Pawan's request, the moment I saw Sheetal I had become horny like hell. I wasn't particularly thinking about it, but my subconscious mind was already envisaging her in bed with me.
No, I am not going to do it. I kept repeating to myself.
 
 
That's when I remembered Nikita. I hadn't heard from her after that phone call.
“I'm pregnant.”
“What!!”
“...Don't you remember what you did that night?”
“...What are you going to do now?”
“...I think you've got great eyes, Krish. I won't mind raising your child.”
I wasn't sure whether she was telling me the truth or just trying to play a prank on me. But suddenly I felt it was a sin I had done in my past, that suddenly had come back to haunt me. Nikita would have given birth to my child long ago, had she been honest with her words.
Am I already a father? I asked myself.
I remembered the times when Meera asked me about raising a child. She wanted to show her mother a baby’s feet. She wanted to be a mother herself. But I had denied her.
I thought I wasn't ready to be a father.
But am I already a father? I asked myself again.
 
 
That night when we went to bed, I noticed Meera's smiling face.
"What happened?"
I asked rather carelessly.
"You know what happened today? Sheetal wanted to know how you are in bed."
She just mentioned it and she had all my attention.
"What? Why?"
"What do you mean by why? Do you think she'll be planning to have sex with you?"
I could not reply to Meera's question. She went on. "Baby she asked it just out of curiosity."
I faked a smile. "What did you say?"
"I told her I've forgotten how my husband was in bed. But I promised I'll recheck it tonight and give feedback tomorrow."
Before I knew it, her arms were around me and her lips had sealed my mouth. She sucked my lips.
"Why are you not becoming Ashish anymore, honey?"
She asked as she took a break from the kiss.
I could sense from her breath that it was her day. My wife was horny. She had given me the hint of my neighbour's wife being curious about my sexual prowess. She had explicitly revealed her wish to go back into a role play that involved her boss. Or perhaps a man only I knew.
"Which Ashish are you talking about?"
I asked.
Meera laughed.
"Oh yeah, we're so rich that we have many Ashishs."
"You'll have to choose one."
I said, pretending to be excited about it. The fact that I didn't want to move a muscle in bed that night. I was exhausted with all the thinking already.
But my wife was horny.
"Tonight you give me my boss. Tomorrow I'll deal with your guy."
"So torture is coming."
I said in a tired voice. Meera thought I was pretending.
"Don't act so tired already. I know you're just burning inside there."
She lay me on my back and climbed over me. She sat on my waist and removed her top.
"You know I told Sheetal that you love to eat me. I didn't tell which part."
I knew exactly what was coming. I lay like a dead man as she moved her waist forward and brought the centre of her legs to my face.
"I am going to give no air to breathe," Meera told me and lifted her skirt. Her warm pussy pressed against my mouth. I opened my mouth and let my tongue loose. Meera moaned and pressed harder onto my face.
It was getting difficult for me. Each time she dropped a hint of Sheetal at me I burnt a little inside.
Yet I did everything she asked. I licked her pussy till she reached the edge. She spat into my mouth and pinched my nipple to torture me. She landed soft slaps across my face.  She made her teeth marks on my naked chest. In the end, she freed my dick momentarily to imprison it inside her pussy to gift herself a loud orgasm.
We both came, but it was the most difficult sex I ever had in my life until then.
At the end of the never-ending sex, as my wife's naked and tired body lay on my chest, I remembered Desai's voice.
“Once a whore is a whore forever.”
I tried to shake off the memory, in vain.
As I increasingly felt being burdened with the guilt of impregnating a woman in the past and almost convinced of doing it with another woman soon, I felt I would not be satisfying Meera in the ways she deserved.
And I again felt the intuition that she was going to cheat on me returning to me.
 
 
I expected Desai to get in touch with me as soon as he lost the privileges of being Meera's investment client. But he surprised me by keeping him out of sight for two weeks after the setback.
Then suddenly, one evening he showed up at a place I least expected. My apartment.
The moment I saw him standing at my door, I first wondered how did he find my house.
"Surprised, my friend?" Desai asked with a victorious grin.
"This is a surprise," I admitted and then invited him inside.
He walked in and ran his eyes in the whole house once. I felt he was looking for Meera.
"Meera has just left for an evening walk. She'll take her time to be back."
I said, trying to make him drop the hope of seeing my wife in the comfort of my own house.
"I came to meet you, Krish."
He said, sitting on the sofa. He placed his briefcase on the centre table. The light brown briefcase with a golden line caught my attention immediately. I felt he was actually on his way to meet some businessmen.
I offered him tea and he denied it. I served him cold juice instead.
"You have a nice house. I like it. Especially the way Meera has kept it." He said.
We talked a bit until he slowly came to the subject.
"You would be aware of the development at Meera's office. Her company has cut dealings with me. I can't disturb Meera for my reports now."
"You helped her, Desai," I said with a smile.
"She was my dream girl. I don't need to hide from you, right?"
My smile slowly faded. So it's coming back to Meera.
"Yeah, I know."
"It was my dream to sleep with her one more time. I know it's too harsh to speak to a husband but we know each other very well. I never lost my hope of achieving that until the recent development. I am now feeling like a loser, Krish."
I enjoyed him admitting to being a loser but I already knew he was going to present some new offer.
"I'll come to the point quickly. You know I have exhausted all but one option to fulfil my dream. That option is the one I should never try. But I told you this is my last resort. I know you are not the type of man who can be bought. But I am counting on the fact that I have already slept with Meera and I am aware of the arousal you had when you heard about how she slept with me. Yeah, I can't buy you, but I don't have to buy you. It doesn't make sense to say the second time would be harder than the first. The second one should be easier. But the mental trauma is there, for a while. To compensate for that, I'm gonna help you. In whatever way you like. Any proposal is welcome to me."
I was still trying to judge where he was taking the conversation.
Desai slowly leaned forward and began to open the briefcase.
"From my side, I am presenting you a token of love. I am going to pay you one crore rupees."
I was stunned even before he opened the briefcase.
He opened it and turned it toward me. "I have brought fifty lakhs in advance."
I saw currency notes of 2000 neatly packed to fill in the briefcase.
"What is it for?"
I asked. My voice was already shaking.
"One hour with Meera. That's all I'm asking."
"Take this money and leave, Desai."
I tried to make my voice as stiff as possible.
Desai leaned back on the couch and looked at me for a whole two seconds.
"My friend, I have spent one whole night with her. All I'm asking is just one more hour. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Yes, I know that you've spent one whole night with her. And still, you're asking for one more hour. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Because I have made a wish. I will live like a man of failure in my head because of this. It's not just a wish. It's a long time dream. It'll haunt me forever. I want to finish it and move on."
"I can't help you, Desai. You must leave now."
"You can, Krish. Only you can."
"I'm her husband, damn it." My voice rose.
"I know, Krish. More than that you're my friend. That's why I'm still talking to you. I don't want to hurt you. I can't hurt you. I can't hurt Meera either. That's why I want you to allow me. I am seeking your permission."
"Meera won't allow it."
I hated my own words as I felt I was telling him that I did not have a problem with his deal.
"If you're convinced, she will also be."
"I can't even tell her. "
"I will tell her."
The way he was replying to me nonchalantly was irking me further.
"What, that I've taken fifty lakh for her?"
"No, dear." Desai shook his head sidewise. "She'll never know about this. You can keep it from her for a long time. Make a fixed deposit for ten years. You can use the money with interest for your child's education. You can settle down in your home town. You'll never wish you'd more money. You will have it. One crore now, think about ten years later with interest."
"You're buying me."
"I'm helping you."
"I'm leaving the money with you. You can think for a week. I will come on next week, on Saturday, with the rest of the money. I will persuade Meera to invite me for a lunch. When she mentions it to you, you can suggest giving me a homely lunch. Please allow her to invite me. I know you'll be most comfortable in your house. If you're okay, I'll propose and you only need to give your consent to support Meera. Just for once. I'll spend one hour with her and you can have the whole cash. If you're not, I'll have just the lunch and whole cash."
I forced a laugh.
"And what do you suggest me do when you would be busy with my wife?"
"You can take a walk and come back in an hour. Or if you are good you can stay and watch. I wouldn't mind if you join me but I wouldn't recommend that because I don't want you to feel too good about it. I only need one chance to put an end to all this."
I was already thinking about the unusual request Pawan had made to me a few days ago. I felt like there was a secret conspiracy was going on around me. You can take a walk and come back in an hour. I remembered Pawan's request to visit his house on Saturday. I felt if my destiny wanted me to help him which would eventually be compensated for by what Desai was planning to take away from me.
The inner thought process left me too stunned to react aggressively to Desai's encroachment on my self-respect as a husband.
"I can't believe I am still listening to you, Desai. I am not going to entertain you for lunch or anything. Take your cash and leave."
"Krish, please calm down. I didn't come to take away anything from you. It's just a proposal. The last resort from my side. I don't have a choice. You have two choices. Either do it or not do it. But all I am asking you to keep the cash now and think about it. You are not realising the power of holding this briefcase until you are holding it. You won't look back in your life, Krish. Let me assure you."
"No matter what you preach..."
Desai interrupted me. "Krish, please keep the cash safe with you before Meera comes back. I don't want her to see it."
He closed the briefcase and got up to hand me it. The briefcase had its weight.
 Fifty lakh rupees in cash. My hands were shivering.
"Keep it inside somewhere."
He urged.
I halfheartedly turned and walked to my bedroom. I took the key from the table drawer and opened my shelf to keep the briefcase on its top rack.
"Does Meera check this shelf?"
I heard Desai's voice. He was at my bedroom door.
"Not always," I said.
"I suggest you keep it somewhere she never checks."
I nodded understandably and shifted the briefcase to the lowest rack on the shelf. I dragged a folded bedsheet to cover it. I locked the shelf and kept the key back in the table drawer. When I turned, Desai was glancing at the whole bedroom.
"I like your room. Meera sleeps in this bed, doesn't she?"
He sat on the bed and ran his palm over it. I felt my stomach burn.
"We sleep here, Desai."
"You know I am hard just by sitting here, touching this bed's softness." He quickly looked at me, exactly at my crotch. "I see you are no different there."
I was embarrassed to death at that moment. I didn't know I was carrying an erection. I didn't know why I was carrying the erection.
"I told you the other day, Krish. You are a smart husband. You can bear it. You can enjoy it and hold more power through it. Power over your wife, don't you like it?"
"I am her husband, I love her, Desai."
My voice was weak. I hated it.
"But you loved to hear about how I came inside her. Not once, but thrice."
I couldn't think of a reply to shut him up. I was thinking if I should get physical to drag him by the collar and kick him out of my house. But I didn't want to create a scene in my own house in front of my neighbours. What if he shouted those words again?
"Cumming inside her reminded me another thing. If Meera is off her safe periods then I will bring the pill. I don't want to put extra pressure on you by making you do it. It's my responsibility. Just convey me if she will not be safe next Saturday. I could use a condom but Ananya must have told you that I don't like to use it. It takes away the damn pleasure. Also, Meera will be okay with that because she had let me come inside her thrice last time. She had enjoyed it."
I felt I was going to collapse. My heart was pumping harder than I was sure it cannot take. But unfortunately, nothing happened to me.
"You have planned a lot about this, Desai. But no, none of it's happening."
I uttered in the end.
"Don't decide now. Just one hour in this room. I think you're too scared about what I will do to her."
"Yes, I'm scared,"
I admitted.
"I can promise you that I won't be a mad man like the other night. I will be very gentle."
Desai got up only to kneel on the floor at the side of the bed. "My dream is simple Krish. I will lay her here. I will eat her pussy like this." He bent forward, bringing his face down to the bed for a second. "Then I will get up and if she wishes to keep her old promise to suck me, then I'll have a blowjob from her. Then I will get on the bed and make love to her. I will have just one round. That's the end of it. Even talking about it makes me so hard. I'll have to resort to shagging today, won't I? I'm hoping only the good things about Saturday."
"I think you better leave before Meera arrives. You've given me enough mental pressure I won't be able to behave nicely to you in front of her."
I stated like a warning.
"I am leaving, Krish. You are right. I don't want her to learn about this arrangement, especially the cash."
I mocked a smile at him.
"How can I trust you that you won't tell her about it?" I asked.
Desai smiled, "She won't believe even if I told her."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not forcing anyone. If she's going to sleep with me, it's gonna be her choice."
"That's nonsense. That's overconfidence."
"I want you to do one favour for yourself. Tonight you nicely ask her about me. Her true feelings. Give her a hint that you like to hear about the old night. If she mentions she's been excited, and if she goes on to sleep with me again by her own choice, then how can I later convince her that I paid you for it?"
Hypothetically he had a point. I quickly realised I was an idiot to validate his nonsense.
"If you think she's already ready to do it with you, then why the fuck are you giving me the cash?"
"The consent, Krish. I want your consent. I don't want you to feel like a loser either."
"You're so benevolent."
"You'll realise it many years after."
When we came back to the hall he asked for a glass of water. I went to the kitchen and he began to follow me there too.
I stopped him. 
"Stay here, Desai. I don't want you to see my kitchen and plan something for my wife there."
Desai laughed.
"Okay, my friend."
I gave him one glass of plain water. He drank half in one go and left.
I couldn't breathe normally even after then.
I came back to my room and sat on the bed with a sense of bewilderment. 
What the fuck was that?
I had not only allowed Desai to walk into my room and put a price on the dignity of my marriage, but also let him tell me how he's gonna screw my wife in my own bed.
I looked at my bed and I couldn't imagine anything other than what Desai told me he would do to my Meera.
"I will have just one round."
Desai's words still echoed in the room and I could hear it. I saw Meera lying in the bed and Desai's naked, bulky body over her. 
"I will be gentle."
A fake promise. There was nothing gentle about Desai. He would pound her harder and harder with an intent to destroy her body and my soul. But more than anything he told me, his confidence that Meera would go to bed with by her choice devastated me.
He didn't need to buy me. The huge amount of money sitting idle on my shelf wasn't needed to make her open the doors of pleasure to him. He was so confident of already being there in her dreams.
The only thing he needed of me was not to play spoilsport.
 
 
When Meera returned after an evening walk I couldn't face her. I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen pretending to watch a cricket match. But my mind was inside the room already envisaging what was going to happen in that room after one week.
I thought of the worst scenario in which I saw Desai walking taking Meera in there, leaving me alone in the hall. I had experienced those moments many times in the past, but none of it was as devastating as the one involving Desai. Perhaps it was just a false hope that it would be painful. I was already carrying an erection even though I hated to admit it.
I wouldn't sit here, listening to Meera's screams of pleasure at the skilful hands of Desai. I told myself.
I thought of taking a walk as suggested by Desai. Or I could walk out of my house and walk into my neighbour's.
There, Sheetal would be waiting for me. I could go to her and I could help my neighbour friend become a father. 
I couldn't believe how both incidents were conveniently scheduled to happen on the same day. I felt my destiny was conspiring itself to make me act in favour of them. If I had to help Pawan, then I would have to leave Meera with Desai. If I chose to let Desai have it with Meera, then I would have to walk out of my house and eventually end up in my neighbour's bed.
I was trapped in a cage and I had nowhere to go.
 
We had a quiet dinner. Meera noticed that I was gloomy and she asked me about it when we went to sleep.
"I was wondering about our dinner night with Desai. Sex in our life has improved since that day, didn't it?"
Meera smiled, "Yeah, why?"
I sat up on the bed with my back on the headrest of the bed. I put my arm around her.
"It feels like we've forgiven Desai and we've moved on completely."
"There's no need to forgive him, Krish. He made a move and I was a willing partner. You know about that situation."
"No, I mean he's been trying to repeat it ever after."
"Oh, that's true."
"Do you think he deserved a second chance?"
"What do you mean by second chance?"
She looked at me.
"I mean what if we hadn't gotten back together? Or what if we had gotten back a few weeks later? Would you have given him a second chance?"
Meera kept staring at me and I grew nervous inside. She spoke after thinking for a while.
"Desai was different from other men I've slept with because it happened without any provocation from my side. I was shaken by the incident. I would have never fancied sleeping with him again." And then she slowly broke into a naughty smile. "But now I feel like, I would have done it again."
I was amused by her revelation.
"So it was good, huh?"
"Is it why you're beating around the bush, dear?"
She pinched my nose with a giggle.
"Tell me," I insisted. My heart was beating hard, I was waiting to hear it from her.
"Yeah, it was good."
"But he didn't give you an orgasm."
"Yeah, that's the only thing he missed. Otherwise, he gave me a lot of pleasure."
"The other night you made me do it while standing..."
Meera interrupted me, "Where are you going, baby? Wanna hear about the night again? Does it thrill you now?"
"That night was wonderful. Thanks to Desai. His short speech was a spark," I confessed.
"Go and thank him," Meera quipped. I laughed shyly.
"Go ahead, you can do it." Meera teased me again. "Well, I was wondering what's up with Desai and you. Desai isn't the only guy I've slept with but no one has got you angry as he did."
"He's a monster, that's why," I said.
"Are you scared of him or in awe of him?"
"Oh my God. What are you making me say? He's got a bulky body frame, compared you yours and mine. The thought of him with you in bed actually scares me a lot."
"I've seen you enjoying a lot of scary things."
"Less scary, I'd say." I reminded.
"But you have to be honest with me, Krish. What do you feel when you think of him with me? Do you get an erection?"
"Not in the past. But since the dinner, yes. Something is there."
"My cucky hubby..." she grabbed my hair lightly and pulled it repeatedly. "Promise me you ain't planning anything here. I am not going to sleep with Desai or anyone ever again."
I felt a breeze caressing my whole body and taking away the weight of my bed.
"What about me?"
"Oh, you are always welcome."
"Welcome for what?"
"Welcome to do this..." she put her arms around me and kissed me. I kissed her back. We hurriedly went for each other's clothes without breaking the kiss.
"Mmm...No foreplay today..." Meera whispered in my ears. In a matter of seconds, I was shoving my dick into her wet hole. Meera moaned.
"Mmm...baby you feel so good in there..."
"Don't you want it deeper?"
"Mmm..."
I went deeper and deeper with each push. The sound of my dick plunging into her moist pussy drove me crazy.
I kept the pace under control until she urged me to go faster.
"Make me cum, baby..."
"Are you close?" I asked while panting.
"Mmm..."
I upped my pace and made her moan through the pleasure of an orgasm. As I prepared myself to burst inside her, I asked her if she was safe. She moaned affirmatively and I unloaded my load inside her.
We lay panting for a while.
"You meant safe, right?"
I asked when I found my lost breath.
"Yeah."
"How many days are left in this period?"
I asked casually.
"Mmm...My cycle ended on Sunday. So the safe period ends on this Friday." She calculated while caressing my face. "You have three more days to enjoy without having to pull out."
So next Saturday will be unsafe. I was quick to think. I felt I've found another reason not to let it happen.
No. You won't fill my wife's pussy with your cum, Desai. I said in my mind.
 
 
At noon just after lunch, I got Meera's phone call. 
"Desai phoned me, Krish. He's expecting a treat from me for my award, like the dinner you gave him after your promotion."
"What did you say?"
"I said I'll think about it. He added a lot of butter, hoping I would say yes right away."
"What did he say?"
"Since he's no more a client with us, we won't be seeing him a lot. Actually, there's no reason to see him again. So..."
I felt she was already in favour of lunch. But I was the only one who knew what that 'lunch' meant.
"I'm a bit busy, baby. Let's talk later."
"What should I tell him?"
"Is it urgent?"
"He told me to ask you. He's so concerned about what you have to say. It's not a tough decision, is it?"
"We'll discuss later baby."
"What's so much to think?"
"What's your take?"
"I think it's okay. His last one chance."
His last one chance!
It struck deep in my heart.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice after a few seconds.
"Yeah."
"Do you have any suggestions for the restaurant?"
Restaurant. That's not where he wants to have that one last chance with you. A restaurant can't be a place where he can hump you.
"Krish, are you there?"
I heard Meera's voice again. 
"What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about our apartment."
I couldn't believe I said that. 
Our apartment. Our bed. His lunch. His delicious lunch.
"Our house? But why?"
"You asked for my suggestion. That's my suggestion. Let's give him a homely lunch."
"Okay. That's cool."
Meera said.
 
I couldn't believe that I was carrying a hard-on by then. What the fuck! I shook my head in disgust.
I'm just giving him lunch. It's not permission to fuck my wife. I said in my mind.
After lunch, I'll simply hand over the cash to him.
 
 
Cont'd

[krish_999]

Chapter - Eighteen 

Cont'd

Desai showed up in my office exactly two hours after Meera's call. He sat in my cabin and spoke to me.

"Thank you, Krish. I knew how you'd decide. I thank you for deciding so quickly." His voice carried his enthusiasm.
I still did not want to accept how shaky was the ground under my feet.
"I only agreed for the lunch, Desai. Don't hope too much. You'll have your cash on Saturday."
Desai smiled.
"I know you are very excited about this. I came in person only to see that. It pleases me. It gives me confidence that I am not forcing you for anything. I would never hurt you, my friend. You are going to enjoy it."
"Your words are just going over my head. I'm not hearing you."
Desai smiled again, shaking his head slowly as if judging me.
"You know," He readjusted in his seat. "You are a player beyond my belief. You can read from your expression but I can't read your mind. Meera too isn't a simple woman. She has slept with people other than you and me. And you guys are playing with me. I am a mouse in your trap, ain't I?"
I was stunned. He had come prepared. I didn't know who was he talking about.
He's set in up another trap.
"You are already warming up for the Saturday. But you are not ready to tell me."
"What are you talking about, Desai?"
I asked.
"Leave it. Next Saturday Meera won't be safe. But don't worry, I've brought the pill already."
He kept something on the table. The pill. 'Unwanted 72', the label read.
A hundred questions popped in my head.
How did he know? Did Meera tell him?
"How do you know about this?" I asked with my shaky voice.
"I don't want to hide anything from you, Krish. I did a little cheating in the game.  I have kept a small recording device under your bed, I mean the gap between mattress and cot, near foot-side. I heard your conversation with Meera last night."
I was shocked. I stared at him with my sharp eyes as if to kill him with it.
"You are such a..." I couldn't finish as I heard a knock on the door. I kept silent as a staff came inside and left a brochure on the table. I waited until he left the room.
"You spied on us. How can you do this, Desai? You invaded my privacy. It's my office, otherwise, I would have thrown you away from the building."
"It is my last chance, Krish. I had to be sure I am not hurting you guys. I know it's wrong but I had no other choice."
"And what did you get?"
I asked, carrying my annoyance in the voice.
"I heard it all. You guys talking about me, and her experience with someone else, and her period cycle. And obviously, your lovemaking. It was great, Krish. I have to admit. I envy you. You made her cum in a few minutes. I wish I had half the skills you have."
"Stop buttering, Desai. You don't deserve to pretend like a gentleman."
"I enjoyed the sound of her moan and every word she spoke while making out. You know I was sitting in my car in your parking lot. I shagged right there, while I listened to those sounds."
I stared at him again.
"Why you were there? Are you stalking us? Come on, Desai! Get out of my office."
My voice rose as I forgot where I was.
"No, I didn't mean to stalk you. You know, even though I planted the device if I had to get the recording, I had to retrieve the device from your room. It was not possible. So I chose to listen live through my mobile which was already synced with the device. Only thing was that I had to remain in the range. That's why I stayed back in your parking lot."
"Why are you telling me all this? Why don't you leave it? Come to my parking every day and keep shagging every night." I said with disgust. "You should leave now, Desai. I can't bear you anymore."
"I used the cheeky trick only to ensure that I am not hurting you. I told you about the device because I want you to take out the device and destroy it before Meera finds out."
"What will happen if Meera finds out? She'll know about your disgusting character?"
"No, Krish. She'll learn about our meeting. I don't want her to know about it."
I was out of words for a few seconds.
"You are so cunning, and so manipulative, Desai. I know you won't quit ever."
Desai got up, "No, Krish. I will be gone from your life forever. After next Saturday."
Desai left soon. I could not leave my chair for a while.
 
The things that I spoke with Meera on the previous night came into my head. I had confessed that my sex life was improved after Desai's lecture at the restaurant. I had admitted being afraid of thinking about Desai's bulky body in Meera's bed.
However, more than what I had revealed, Meera's side of the conversation was more revelatory. She though had claimed she would have never considered sleeping with him immediately after the first one, she had provocatively added that she could have considered it. She had also accepted that Desai had given her a lot of pleasure.
And she had hinted about my cuckold history. She had even called me 'cucky hubby'.
And finally, and most importantly, she had made me admit having an erection when I thought of Desai with her.
What else does he need to confirm that I will be playing a passive role next Saturday?
I could not get over the thought for the whole day. By the end of the day, I was convinced of one thing. Only Meera had the power to defy Desai's devious plans.
 
 
Back at home I checked my bed and found the device. It was a voice recorder. I synced it with my mobile but there was no recording. I figured that Desai only used it to hear the live conversation.
Meera asked me about the Menu for Desai's lunch.
"There's one week left for it. Let's plan it later."
I said.
I wanted to stop thinking about it.
But the more I tried the more I become tensed about it. It was becoming a routine now.
 
The next morning I had an idea.
I synced my mobile phone with the voice recorder and hid it in Meera's handbag. I felt Desai would be desperate to talk to her and even Meet her to increase his chance of getting laid. He had already sensed that Meera was soft on him. I was sure he would attempt to strike when the iron was hot.
I went to my office as usual but took a day's off and proceeded to Meera's office. I did not forget to exchange my car with a colleague's.
I parked the car on the road and casually phoned Meera to ensure she was there. Her office wasn't in range with my mobile and thus I could not get any signal from the voice recorder.
 
It soon turned out to be a hard day for me as I had to remain in the car till I could sense some development. However, at around twelve, I got the sight I had been waiting for. I noticed Desai's car stopping in front of the office and after a while, Meera walked out of the front gate.
Desai had come to pick up Meera. And she hadn't called me to tell me about it.
My heart sank when I saw Meera having a small chat with him even before getting in the car. Meera was carrying the handbag, which gave me hope of spying on them effectively. I was feeling sad about Meera going with Desai without telling me but I was also thrilled by the fact that I would be hearing their conversation once they came in my mobile phone's range.
 
I followed Desai's car and the drive ended at a restaurant. I assumed he was taking Meera for lunch. The restaurant was different from the last one when he had taken her entire team for lunch.
As the duo went inside the restaurant I drove the car to the parking as close as possible to the building. I checked the mobile and found the device automatically resynced, as Meera was sitting in the range. My heart was already beating hard and I quickly connected the headphone.
I heard Meera's voice. She was reading from the food menu. They were going to have lunch.
I could hear the waiter's voice too, but less audible.
A moment later, I heard Desai's voice.
"Did you tell Krish about this lunch?"
"No."
"But you will tell him afterwards, don't you?"
"Yeah. I don't like to hide anything from him."
"Does he know the details of our old meeting?"
"Last time's lunch? Yes, I have told him."
"No, not that one. The old one."
There was a momentary gap before I heard Meera's reply.
"I've told him."
"But not word by word."
"It's not something you can share word by word."
"I mean you didn't tell him that it was enjoyable."
"How can you say that?"
There was a sense of surprise in Meera's voice.
"I felt so when we spoke about it."
"You spoke about it with him?"
"It came up randomly. He asked, actually. I was surprised, I mean a little scared - to be honest, Meera - that he would kick my ass. But I then figured out he was kinda excited to know."
I couldn't believe how blatantly Desai was trying to manipulate Meera.
"Excited? Krish?"
"Yeah. That's the expression he threw. I don't read people wrong normally."
"Yeah, I know you're so good in that."
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the waiter brought the food. I heard Meera thanking the waiter for the quick delivery. As they started having the food, they talked random stuff. I waited with bated breath.
I knew Desai would be dying to go back to the old subject.
 
My anticipation met with the result as Desai thanked Meera for inviting him for lunch at home.
"I still can't believe that I'll be having a home-cooked meal at your house."
"You surprised me one day. So why can't I do the same?"
I noticed that this time it was Meera who initiated the reference to the old fling.
"Returning the favour? Does it only involves home-cooked food?"
Desai was grabbing the opportunity with both hands.
"Desai, no...not now!"
Meera's reply was a sweet warning.
"Come on, Meera. Don't be harsh on me. You always avoid me talking to me."
"I am having lunch with you, mister."
"Then why don't we enjoy it?"
"You never quits."
"You know what, I think on Saturday Krish is expecting to see a bit of our chemistry."
I sensed danger again as Desai dragged my name into the talk.
"What chemistry do we have?"
"Well, we had chemistry at work. Because of your special skill of being professional. Otherwise what we do share is not chemistry but biology."
"Desai, don't go to that subject."
Meera's voice was becoming softer.
"But Krish was sticking to that subject last time when I met him."
"What did he want to know?"
"He already knows that you became excited after our dinner."
"When exactly did you met him."
"Yesterday."
I was stunned at Desai's reply. Is he going to reveal about his visit to my office?
"Yesterday?"
I heard Meera's voice again.
"Yeah. I was around to meet someone and Krish gave me the address. Then I paid a visit to your house. Nice house it was."
Bullshit! I yelled in my mind. The bastard was clearly manipulating both me and my wife. And all I could do was to listen with more attention.
"When was that?"
"Evening. You were out for a walk. He didn't tell you?"
"No."
"Guess he doesn't share everything with you."
There was silence from Meera.
"I am sorry if I offended you, Meera. Did I say anything wrong?"
I heard Desai's voice after some time.
"Let me wash hands. I have finished."
"Okay. I'll order dessert."
I was glad that Meera was pissed off. But I was wary that Meera would now come to question me about Desai's visit to our house.
I heard Desai making the order for dessert.
When Meera returned she commented that the dessert was exactly her favourite. She didn't sound pissed off now.
"So what else did Krish tell you?"
Meera came back to the topic soon after.
"He's excited about seeing us together. I could see it in his eyes."
"What do you mean seeing us together? Seeing us do what? Stare at each other?"
"We've done a lot better..."
"Not when my husband is around."
"Maybe this time there will be a change."
"Desai, you're going too far..."
"Not unless you're willing."
"I don't want this."
"Krish feels otherwise."
"Why do you bring his name into this? Did he tell you that he wants this?"
"Not everything is told, Meera. Some things are perceived."
"You'll get your ass kicked, Susheel!"
Meera was now addressing him by the first name. I could feel she was agitated.
"You know my assumption on why Krish is excited about it is that he knows that you're kinda excited about our old day. He is aroused to imagine what we did in my place."
"Susheel, don't start this in here. It's a public place."
"No one car hear us, baby. No one is even watching."
"Don't touch me. Take your hand back."
I was stunned at her response. How is he touching her? Over the dining table?
"I'm just holding your hand. Do you feel it?"
"What?"
"Look at me, Meera. Look at my eyes. What are you seeing?"
"I can see you're starved."
"I'm not starved."
"Yeah, I know you're getting a lot from your friend with specs."
I could not believe that Meera dragged Maithrei into the conversation out of nowhere.
"I'm a single man with no baggage. And I play well and hard."
"Stop grinning. You weren't that great with me."
"I would like to change your perception."
"How?"
"Saturday."
"Bullshit!"
Meera's voice was filled with confidence.
"Think about it."
"Stop it, Susheel. You're trying hard to manipulate me."
"It's a half-truth. Am I trying to manipulate you? No. Am I hard? Yes. Do you remember it?"
"Susheel stop it, I tell you."
"I haven't forgotten the feeling of my thing going inside you, Can you forget it?"
"I'm leaving."
"You haven't finished the desert."
"You're not letting me enjoy it."
"All I want you to do is enjoy."
Meera stopped talking for a while.
"I have finished my dessert. Finish yours, too."
I heard her voice then.
"Yeah, I am done too."
Desai proceeded to pay the bill while being seated. I heard him asking about the lounge on the other side.
"Let's go have a look."
I heard Desai's voice when the waiter presumably left.
"What is there?"
Meera asked.
"We have a lot to talk about. We should talk it out before we met on Saturday."
"I hope you are not planning something creepy."
"Come on, you know me."
"I know you, that's what I am saying."
There were strange sounds. I assumed they were walking into a lounge. I prayed that they did not walk out of range.
Fortunately, they remained in the range. I heard them talk about the lounge a bit. Then Meera came back to the earlier topic.
"How can you be so sure Krish is looking forward to it?"
"He's expecting it."
"How do you know?"
"He knows that we hadn't used protection last time and he expects the same this time too."
It was the moment I knew Desai had taken the whole thing to a higher level where I had no reach. He had simply made me a willing partner. I thought of calling Meera to interrupt the conversation. But I knew she would ask a lot of questions for which I had to prepare myself.
"What do you mean, Susheel? What did he say?"
Meera's shaky voice told me that she was no different from me.
"He mentioned you'll be out of your safe periods on Saturday."
I could imagine how stunned Meera would be now. My heart was going to burst anytime from then.
"Yeah, he asked me about it on the night before yesterday."
"See. He's already thinking about it."
"So what?"
"I told him not to worry about it. I'll bring a pill."
There was a momentary silence from Meera. I clenched my teeth.
"Did you tell him that you'll bring it?"
Meera's voice was getting softer.
"I told him."
Meera took time to speak again.
"What did he say?"
"He said okay."
"Fuck! You guys are already planning to share me."
I knew Meera wouldn’t find it hard to believe it.
"We're being honest with our true emotions. We're not hiding anything."
"I can't believe it. Oh Krish!"
I felt she would cry. I then felt she wouldn't cry. She was far better than me. If I was in a situation like this, I was sure I would have surrendered already.
"Leave my hand, Desai. I'm not comfortable."
I heard Meera's voice. Is he touching her again? Where are they? Is there nobody else in the lounge?
"It's okay, baby. No one is watching us. We've got complete privacy here."
He was calling her baby! And she’s not offended.
"What are you gonna do? Wanna do it here?"
"No. I don't push too hard."
"You do push it very hard..."
"You mean that? Yeah, I do. Because I want you to enjoy it. Krish will be happy when you scream."
"Does she scream?"
What the hell! I felt like screaming in my mind. Why the fuck she's talking about Maithrei again and again? Why can't she forget her?
"She screams a lot."
"I won't."
Meera's reply came quickly. But it took a moment for me to realise that she had just begun to speak beyond the tipping point. ‘I won't’ means ‘I won't scream’.
It means she won't scream when Desai fucks her again.
It means she will try to stop screaming when Desai fucks her.
"I have already planned how to do it. I'll make you scream."
Desai was gladly making the challenge.
"You had one whole night. And you didn't finish me."
"I was a drunk baby. This time I promise."
"I don't want your promise."
"I can make a promise to myself."
"Don't touch me. Desai, behave. Take your hand off my waist."
I could literally feel my hands shivering now.
"We have come this far... It would be a total loss if we didn't..."
Desai's voice ended abruptly.
"I would slap you if you kiss me again."
I heard Meera's warning.
What? My heart stopped. Did he kiss her?
"Just one more time. Just to revoke the old memory."
"You are such a creep I told you. This is..."
Meera's voice broke and I knew it was another kiss.
The silence lasted longer than the previous kiss. In other words, it was a long kiss.
My wife, who I was so confident of failing every attempt of seduction and manipulation of Desai, was now being kissed by him.
"What are you looking at? I kissed you back. Isn't it enough?"
Meera's voice contained anger. I could simply tell it was fake.
"Enough for now. But I won't be stopping next Saturday."
I didn't hear Meera's voice.
But I could assume she must be looking into his eyes affirmatively.
 
They left soon after. I saw them walking into the parking lot. Meera looked a bit distracted. But she looked stunning as ever.
I bent forward to hide my face behind the dashboard when Desai's car passed my car.
I sat there for a while, unable to move. Unable to shake off the shock.
And then I realised that I was hard in my pants. But I wasn't worried about it.
More than that, I was devastated because I had realised what was going to happen on Saturday.
 

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Guys I don't think I'll make it today. It's another marathon chapter I need another day to finish. Maybe tomorrow or on Tuesday.
Thanks in advance for patience.

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sorry for the long delay guys. It's 1.15 am and I am still typing. Two more paragraphs and some proofreading - that's what I need now. I will post it on Wednesday by 4 pm. Thanks.

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Chapter - Nineteen

I followed Desai’s car to Meera's office and ensured that she was dropped back safely. What I had found out at the restaurant had shaken my conscience so much that I did not want to assume anything. Life had taught me one thing. That it was foolish to believe things as per my assumptions.

I had thought the fifty lakh rupees sitting on my shelf was Desai’s last trick of desperation. I had thought he was out of his mind, out of ideas.
But he had not only manipulated me through deception but also had managed to trick Meera. My throat had gone dry in a few minutes.
"What are you looking at? I kissed you back. Isn't it enough?"
Meera's voice echoed in my head. She kissed him. She let him taste the softness of her lips for a few seconds. I cringed at the thought and it devastated me because it was a blunder on my part to let Desai have so much freedom with Meera. I should not have told her that I did not hate Desai anymore for what he had done to her.
I should not have asked Meera about her periods.
Desai had used every bit of information he had collected from me.
He had conveyed that I was excited to hear about her old night with Desai. I was sure she already had this doubt and Desai's statement merely would have confirmed it. He furnished the idea with a statement that I was expecting to see the chemistry between them.
"He's excited about seeing us together. I could see it in his eyes."
Why wouldn’t Meera believe that? I wondered.
Why wouldn’t Meera believe that I would be aroused to imagine what they could do in his place? Such things were hardly a secret between me and Meera.
Further, by stating that I expected them to indulge in unprotected sex on Saturday, he simply reintroduced me as a willing cuckold in front of my wife. I felt he might have got that idea because Meera had lovingly called me ‘my cucky hubby’ and I wasn’t’ offended.
And he added a nail on the coffin of my image as a husband that I agreed about using a pill after their unprotected night.
"I have already planned how to do it. I'll make you scream."
He had blatantly had promised her. It was not a challenge or aspiration. It was a promise.
I was sure Meera would find it hard not to believe a word Desai had told her.
 
I could not concentrate at work during the rest of the day. I spent my day expecting Meera's phone call. I was not going to escape her interrogation. I sat back in my office and pondered about my chances of surviving it.
She would start by asking why I did invite Desai to my house. I had no purpose to do that, except that I wanted Desai to come. She would ask me why I told Desai about our secret chats about Desai. She would call me a cheat. In her eyes, it was a betrayal from my side to reveal our bedroom secrets to Desai.
I thought about telling her about the recorder. But she would ask me why I did not tell her about it when I found out about it. What I was waiting for?
“I know what you were waiting for. You were waiting for it to happen. You were waiting to see how far I would go.” Meera would ask me and my past would do nothing good to defend myself.
I had waited in the past to see where things would go and I have ended up watching her have sex with other men. It would take Meera one second to assume that I was going back to my old days.
By the time I reached home, I was split in half. Half side of my mind told me to defend myself and say Desai manipulated me. The other half wanted me to accept it all and seek forgiveness.
“I don’t want to lose you again, baby. I love you.” I could say in the end. But I was almost sure that it wouldn’t help me.
It was one thing that Meera had gone for lunch with her without telling me and even let him kiss her. If I was a normal husband, I could have simply confronted her and accused her of unfaithfulness.
But I was not a normal husband. I was the one who got an erection when he heard the sound of my wife kissing another man. And that was my problem.
 
However, Meera did not ask me about anything. She came home and chatted with me casually, and went out for the evening walk with Sheetal. I noticed Sheetal giving me a prolonged stare but I was hardly in the mood to think about her. At first, I thought Meera was just holding it back.
But she remained calm even after her evening walk. She talked about her office events like nothing happened outside her office. Like she hadn’t gone for lunch with Desai. Like she hadn’t learnt those things about me from Desai. Like she hadn’t been kissed by him.
Her silence gave birth to one doubt. Is she ready for it? A lightning jolt went down my spine as I thought of Meera preparing to grant Desai one last chance. One last chance to enjoy her body in my bed. One last chance to torture her beautiful body as he pleased. One last chance to gift her an orgasm.
“I won't be stopping next Saturday."
I hadn’t forgotten Desai's last words of the evening. I spent the evening thinking about Desai going to bed with Meera and doing crazy things to her, making her scream with pleasure. My dick went dead during those moments, bringing me a sense of relief. I was glad that my body wasn’t enjoying the crazy thoughts.
 
But later in the night, my erection came back strongly as we went to bed. I felt she was waiting for me to kiss her. I was wary that the moment I did it, she would find my erection and she would react with an explosion.
I struggled hard to find sleep. I struggled hard to stay calm. I struggled hard to ignore my erection.
I found sleep only after paying a visit to the bathroom and resorting to masturbation. I came hard and quick, and I felt relieved instantly.
I slept with a pang of guilt, but I woke up with a sense of relief that Meera had spared me from the interrogation.
But the thought that the wind had turned completely in favour of Desai was sure to make my life miserable. The only thing that helped me stay calm was that she was not going anywhere for two days as it was the weekend. I had two days to think deeply about the situation and find a solution.
 
 
The water pipe in our apartment building had been broken for many days. We had complained to the maintenance in charge but all he did was tying it with a rag to stop the water leakage. The water leakage increased day by day and eventually it broke. On Saturday morning, we managed to get some tools and repaired the pipeline ourselves. But I injured my hand while pulling the broken pipe. Even though it wasn’t serious, there was blood.
When the maintenance in charge arrived, Meera gave him an earful in front of everyone. She said it’s for the fecklessness of people like him other people are hurting their hands and suffering. The man had his face red.
Even I was taken by surprise by her outrage.
“What happened to you, baby?” I asked when we returned to the house. “It’s nothing serious much.”
“I can’t see you being hurt.” Meera’s eyes were wet. She hugged me. “Not matter how small it is. I can’t see you in pain. All I have is you, Krish.”
I saw love in her eyes.
It was again one of those moments that made me realise how much she cared for me and loved me. It made me forget all my worries and hug her with all my love. She was my Meera. My lovely wife.
I was not going to lose her.
The incident made me confident about myself and our love.
I thought about Pawan’s request. I felt his struggle in life cannot be a reason to break my Meera’s trust, no matter what.
I am not going to impregnate your wife, Pawan. I said in my mind.
 
 
 As I thought about saving my ass from the danger, the first thing that came to my mind was Desai's money. Desai's confidence that it might work was needed to be broken.
I phoned him at noon.
"Desai, I am feeling like shit because of this stupid money. Why the hell I should keep it? Just come and take it. Or tell me where you are, I’ll bring it to you."
I said.
“I told you, Krish, there is nothing to worry about it.”
"I don’t want your assurance, Desai. Just tell me where you are. I am bringing it back to you.”
I said stiffly.
"I am in Mumbai, Krish. I’ll be back in a couple of days. I can’t take the money until then.”
His reply made me believe that he was betting too much on the money.
I shook my head in disgust as I felt insulted of being considered as a man who’d accept money for a chance to fuck my wife.
I doubted he was lying to make me keep the money. But I phoned a few guys I knew from his office, and they confirmed that Desai was out of town.
 
 Meera’s office had arranged a weekend party for all the staff. Meera was not interested to go.
“I don’t want to go.”
She had told me.
“Why? Your issue with Ashish is resolved, isn’t it?”
I wondered.
“Yeah, but we haven’t been acquainted enough to party together.”
“You won’t know him unless you meet him in a social event.”
“Social event?” Meera laughed. “It’s not his thing.”
I thought it was not fair to stay away from the office party which was organized for every member of their branch for putting up an exceptional performance. I told Meera that it was the duty of every staff to acknowledge the company’s gesture.
Meera thought about it and eventually changed her mind.
 
Meera left before seven o’clock for the party. I spent the evening watching TV after having two small pegs of whisky. Later I thought about Desai’s suitcase. Even though I felt disgusted about agreeing to keep the money for nothing, I wondered why he forced me to keep it. He could have easily taken it back. Did he think I would be tempted to own it for real if I kept it for a few days?
If Desai thought so, then it meant Desai was already thinking of me as a pimp. I knew Desai wasn’t a fool to promote that idea.
Is he going to play a foul game? I thought. I hadn’t counted the money. When he said fifty lakhs, I simply believed it. What if the actual amount was lesser than that? What if he later accused me of stealing his money?
I knew Desai was so cunning that he would do anything to trap me and manipulate me.
I opened my shelf and took out the briefcase. I kept it on the centre table in the hall and opened it. I checked the neatly arranged currency. It was exactly as Desai had told me.
Half of the offer to pimp my wife. I laughed at the thought. He was very close to making his dream true through his manipulation and friendship tricks. But offering me money was a big mistake from his side. If Meera came to know about his indecent proposal, she would slap him with her sandal.
This cash, which was enough to tempt a man to murder another, would be my trump card. I believed.
Because it was easy to murder than to pimp one’s wife.
I heard the doorbell, breaking my thought process and suddenly panicking me a little bit as I thought Meera was back. I hurriedly closed the briefcase and hid it under the pillow on the couch.
The visitor turned out to be Pawan.
He asked me if he could come inside. I knew why he was there for. I confirmed it when he closed the door quietly after walking inside.
“I could not bear the tension, Krish.” Pawan came to the subject straight away. “I wanted to know if you’ve made any decision.”
“I have made my decision already, Pawan. And I don’t think I am going to change it.” I said blatantly.
Pawan’s face became dull in a second.
He moved toward the couch and began to sit on it. As he moved the pillow he saw the briefcase.
“Oh, this.” I quickly grabbed the briefcase and smiled. “I forgot. One second.” After gesturing for him to wait, I took it to the bedroom and kept it on the shelf. When I returned to the hall, he was sitting on the couch, lost in thoughts.
“Krish,” he looked up. “I know what I asked you maybe too much for a loyal man to give away. It is tough to cheat on one’s loving wife, especially a woman like Meera. But my request is not to look at it that way. I am not asking you to have sex for your pleasure or my wife’s pleasure. I just want you to do the minimum thing required to impregnate her. It could be a punishment for you. But I am counting on it, Krish. If you really look at it as a punishment for yourself, your guilt may come down. Do you know why I fixed the day to be next Saturday? It’s because it is Sheetal’s most fertile time of the month. It’s the twelfth day after her menstruation period. Three days from the twelfth day are the most possible days for conceiving. So my thinking is that you only have to do it once, and just the bare minimum.”
I let out a sigh.
“Pawan, I know it’s grown too much into your head. You look at it as a solution but I am looking at it as a question. I don’t want to hook myself into it because I just can’t. I can’t…”
“Please don’t say it now.” Pawan got up, interrupting me. “I did not come to offend you or force you. Please take your time. Think about it for the whole week to reach a decision. I too have this one whole week to pray that you decide in our favour. I am not alone. We are together in begging you for this.”
 
I had nothing to decide. I was ready to repeat it after one week too.
But as time passed I could not stop wandering into the subject again. It amused me greatly that why everything was conveniently being placed on the big Saturday. It felt as if I was already being compensated by an unknown force for an inevitable humiliation I was going to suffer on the same day. I also felt that it could be the other way around too, that Desai’s plan was just an excuse to make me decide in favour of Pawan and his wife.
“I too have one this one whole week to pray that you decide in our favour,”  I remembered Pawan’s words.
I wondered if my destiny was making me help Pawan and Sheetal.
 
For the sake of thinking, I thought about giving in to his wish on Saturday. I would walk out of my house and walk into the opposite one. Sheetal would welcome me and led me to her bedroom. She would undress and lie down on her bed. I would lie on top of her and push my dick into her. She would spread her legs and welcome my manliness. Then I would keep pushing it until I ejaculated and filled her pussy with my sperm. She would stop me from pulling out immediately.
“Please wait a few seconds,” she would request.
And she would thank me when I pull out after a few seconds.
I would get up and leave.
How long it would take? Ten minutes? Half an hour? One hour? I wondered.
One hour! The thought made me remember that while doing Pawan this great favour I would be leaving my wife in the company of Desai. He would straightaway grab my wife and lead her to my bedroom. There he would undress them both. But he wouldn’t simply proceed to fuck her. He would eat her pussy first and then make her suck his dick. And finally, he would take her to the bed and fuck her. He will not just fuck her. He would make her come and scream with pleasure. And he would then fill her pussy with his cum.
In the end, Pawan would become a father. And I would become a willing cuckold again.
For Pawan, it would be a blessing. For me, it would be a curse, with a sense of déjà vu.
I had lived that life already, and I had decided I wouldn’t go back to that world again. It was not a world I wanted to revisit.
Even if I felt for Pawan, I could never do it because of the money Desai offered me. Receiving it would make me a pimp forever.
No. I would never take it. Even if Desai had his way with Meera, I would never take the money.
I thought for a moment and the next moment I scolded myself for making decisions beyond Saturday.
 
Later, I calculated what day it would be from her last monthly cycle. Meera had told me her last cycle had ended on Monday. I counted from the Monday, and I chill went down my spine as I realised that Saturday was going to be the thirteenth for her.
“It’s because it is Sheetal’s most fertile time of the month…Three days from the twelfth day are the most possible days for conceiving.”
Desai had already given me the pill. But I knew it will be wasted.
 
 
My phone rang. It was Meera.
“Baby I’ve got great news,” I could sense her excitement in her voice. “I’ve got the promotion.”
“Wow,” I said. “That’s great news. How did this happen? How’s the party?”
“That’s what the party is about. Ashish just announced it. Krish, I can’t bear this happiness.”
She was emotional.
“Baby, I can understand your joy. And you deserved it. I have seen you working harder and harder; if there was someone who deserved this, then it’s you. I am so happy for you.”
I said.
I was indeed happy for her. But the truth was that I was not in a mental position to celebrate it. My life was again on the verge of being collapsed like a palace of cards. 
My life was getting better in every way, in front of the eyes of the public. But it was on the verge of being destroyed. Only I knew.
When Meera came home she hugged me tight and kissed me.
“I am so happy, baby.” Her eyes were wet.
I smiled at her and kissed her back.
 
She later talked about the party. It was different from normal booze parties because Ashish Bharadwaj held the event together.
“He likes to make people share their emotions rather than shouting it out in the air,” Meera opined.
“And you know, he asked me to thank you for making me change my mind and attend the party.” She added. “Otherwise his plan to break my promotion news would have been failed.”
She showed me pictures from the party. Most of them were group selfies. I could not help but notice how stunning she looked in all of them. But the fear that all her beauty might become an object to satisfy Desai's hunger in few days left me unable to enjoy the good news.
 
 
Meera did not speak a word about Desai on Sunday too. And she did not stop talking about the struggle she had to bear in the past four months. She was proud of her achievement. I was also proud of her.
I went out on Sunday evening to buy a surprise gift for her. At the shopping mall, I ran into a familiar figure at the same store.
“Thinking about a gift for your wife?”
I heard a familiar voice from behind and turned. It was Ashish Bharadwaj and I smiled at him.
“Yeah, I heard she got promoted. Must be appreciated, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, she did and she deserves a special gift.” We shook hands. “But what about you? You too have someone who deserves something special?”
“No, Krish. I am not as lucky as you.” His smile lost its brightness slightly.
I remembered what Meera had told me about his failed marriage. I apologised.
“It’s alright, Krish. It’s a long-gone tale, doesn’t hurt now.” He said.
He was there to buy a dress for a friend’s daughter as a birthday present.
“I don’t have many friends here.” He added.
I helped him chose the dress. When I chose a sleeveless maxi dress for Meera, he acknowledged my selection sense. But he never said a word about Meera.
 
We chatted freely and ended up in a beer parlour on the top floor of the shopping mall.
“I don’t make friends easily, Krish.” He said. “That I am sitting with you and having a drink here is quite surprising to me.”
“You seem to be a genuine person who speaks his mind. I think that’s what clicked for me. But honestly speaking, the image Meera had given me about you was a bit different. She thinks you like to maintain the gap from women in general.”
I said.
“She’s right about me.” Ashish smiled. "I've had a long struggle with a woman who was my wife. You know, I will never get over those days. The only favour it did to me is that I am now very cautious with women. I approach them with caution. You know, I was wary of how Meera would react if I acted against a friend of hers. If she was a man it would have been professional. But you know when a woman is involved; you can't do it without making your side crystal clear. The day I met you, and I learnt a bit about you, that's when I got the courage to do it. I have to thank you for that. It may be irrelevant to you, but it matters a lot to me, Krish."
"You did a good thing. Meera told me. She's convinced about your reports against Desai. So the credit should go to you only."
"Did Meera tell you all of that?"
He was surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"You are a great husband then. In my opinion, you guys are quite lucky to have each other."
It was the first time when somebody told me we were lucky to have each other. Otherwise, I was often told I was lucky to have Meera as my wife.
Ashish was a person who paid less attention to outside beauty. I wondered why his wife had to seek divorce from him. I eventually asked him about his marriage.
Ashish told me the story of his unsuccessful marriage.
“My wife never loved me. In fact, I don’t know much about her. I wonder how much she knows about me too. She’s a strange woman who doesn’t even need my money. She’s rich enough, and she had no interest in me and my family or my friends. We’ve been living separately for the last five years. I wonder why we got married in the first place.”
I felt for him. He went on. “We got married and from day one there were small incidents of differences. We never settled down. There was no time to settle down. Everything went down with no chance of recovery.”
“If it’s been five years, isn’t it time to move on find another partner?”
I asked.
Ashish smiled. “I am the cat who fell in the hot water once, now even the cold water freaks me out.”
“You’ve moved on, Ashish. Let me tell you.”
“How can you say that?”
“You are talking with sarcasm instead of sadness. How often do you think of her?”
“I don’t think of her at all. I don’t think of any woman, to be honest. I think I have developed a deep hatred towards marital life. It’s simply so difficult to maintain. So fragile and so complicated. You and Meera are a great couple and I must congratulate you on that.”
At the end of the day, I liked him even more.
I told him one day I would invite him to my house for lunch. He said he would be glad to join me.
 
 
On Monday too, I planted the fully charged voice recorder in Meera's handbag and decided to spy on her. I was scared of Desai showing up at her office with another trick in his sleeves. Since I had learnt that Meera wasn’t going to be honest about her meeting with Desai, I wasn’t ready to count on her.
The day turned out to be a tedious experience for me as it passed without anything abnormal except when I saw Meera and another woman going out in the afternoon. Curious to know where they were heading to, I followed them. I ended up following them to a clothing store, a medical store, and a toy store. I got Meera's handbag in the range a couple of times and it turned out that they were buying birthday gifts for Anagha’s daughter.
Desai did not show up and it made me feel better at the end of the day. I also learnt one flaw in the recorder device. I had received a few calls from my office. During the calls, the connection was lost and I could not hear anything from the device until I re-synced it with the mobile phone.
I did not want to leave it for a chance. When I went home I took out my old phone and kept it charged. I planned to use it for calls when the device was synced next time.
 
 
I phoned Desai in the evening.
“Are you back in Pune? When are you taking your money back?”
I asked him without trying to be polite.
“I am still in Mumbai, Krish.” He said. “I will call you when I come back.”
“You better call me. If you think leaving your money with me would tempt me for anything, then you are the dumbest person I’ve met in my life.”
“Just cool down, Krish. I know you won’t accept the money. It’s not a bribe. Just keep it with you, I’ll take it back once I am back.”
He said.
I had the call recording on. After ending the phone call I played the recording.
It will prove that my side. I thought.
 
The next morning, I received a phone call from Desai.
“Krish, I called you to remind you about something. Actually, I forgot one important thing. The pill I gave you, I want you to check its expiry date.”
“What? Why?”
I was puzzled by his bizarre demand.
“I forgot to check it when I picked it up from the medical store. We don’t want a case of accidental pregnancy. This is important because we can’t leave anything for luck. I only wish to have sex with Meera once, not to impregnate her.  Please check the date and tell me if it’s expired, I’ll bring a new one. Okay?”
 
His blatant optimism made me laugh. He was so confident of sleeping with my wife already.
 
“Okay, bring a new one,” I said jovially.
“Thanks, bye.”
He cut the call before I could ask if he was back in town. I called him back but he was not reachable. I phoned at his office later to confirm and his staff said he was away.
“Sir will come back on Friday only.”
The staff said.
 
 
Wednesday evening Meera had something to tell me about Ashish Bharadwaj.
“A part of him is indeed a misogynist. I can tell that, Krish.”
She had witnessed Ashish behaving with prejudice with a woman staff.
But I felt Ashish had the reason to hate women in general. I told Meera about his failed marriage in the hope of making her understand him better.
“I think you should have a word with him,” Meera suggested in the end, “because if he’s comfortable to share about his personal life with you, then he must be comfortable to hear from you.”
“About what?”
I asked.
“About the truth,” she said. “That he doesn’t need to be always afraid of women.”
I agreed with her.
 
The next day I phoned him and invited him to have breakfast with me on Friday.
“I am afraid I won’t make it tomorrow, Krish,” Ashish said politely. “But I’ll definitely say yes for another day.”
“How about Saturday, then?”
“I would love that.”
“That’s great.”
“In fact, I was wondering when you’d be inviting me for lunch. Is that it?”
I remembered that I had told him about inviting him for a lunch.
“Yeah, why not. If you are free on Saturday…”
I said, still calculating in my mind.
“I’ll be glad to make myself available for it. Just message me your address, please. I have absolutely no idea in which side of the city your house is.”
When the phone call ended, I wondered what’s wrong with Saturday.
I wanted to have breakfast with him on Friday but what I did was inviting him to lunch on Saturday at my house. The same lunch that Desai had been counting on to make his dream a reality.
I sat back and laughed at the thought. I was sure that nothing was going to happen on Saturday. I thought Ashish's presence would be enough to shatter Desai's long-cherished dream.
 
When I told Meera about it, she happily agreed.
“You are close to him than anyone in my office.” She said.
 
Friday I noticed her cleaning the house thoroughly.
“Mmm… trying to impress your boss!”
I teased her.
“Trying not to lose the impression, mister!”
She retorted.
While helping her with the cleaning I asked about Desai.
“Oh, he can get lunch another day. It’s not important. I’m not that much committed to that lunch. I will tell him to wait for another day.”
Her words brought me great joy. I felt the promotion and the much-needed appreciation must have helped her free herself from the world of Desai.
“Why don’t you call him up and say this right now?” I suggested.
I wanted Desai to hear it from her. There is no lunch coming, dude.
But my confidence backfired slightly as Meera phoned Desai straightaway.
“Sorry, Desai. I’m disappointed that I have to cancel tomorrow’s lunch. I’ve just got to know I’m going to have unexpected guests tomorrow.” I was beginning to imagine Desai's disappointment and also celebrate in my mind. But what Meera told him next left me disappointed.
“Not Sunday, Desai. Sunday we have plans of a temple visit with our neighbours. I’ll invite you next week. I promise you.”
With those words, Meera had given him hope again. And it left me anxious again.
 
 
However, I was saved from whatever tension I had been carrying since the lunch with Desai was fixed. Saturday, I woke up with a sense of relief and relaxation.
I would not have to bear the sight of Meera welcoming Desai to my house. I would not have to see him feast on her beauty with his eyes.
Meera remained busy in the kitchen since morning. She had turned down my suggestion to order food from the restaurant. She finished the cooking in time and changed to a white kurti and black leggings.
I was surprised to see her sticking to homely attire. But she looked stunning in that look too. The well-stitched kurti brought out the perfectness of her body. But there was no extra effort to impress her boss through her appearance. It simply made me happy about having invited Ashish Bharadwaj to my house. I remembered how seductively Meera had dressed for the dinner with Desai the other night. She had an excuse that she had worn that dress for the ‘others’ including me.
 
 
Ashish Bharadwaj arrived at around twelve. He shook hands with Meera and me while exchanging pleasantries. He sat on the couch and said mentioned how well maintained our house was.
We chatted for some time before we moved to the dining hall. Ashish thanked Meera for the homely food.
“I haven’t had homely food in a long time. I had a cook in Bangalore. He was very good and I wanted to bring him to Pune. But he refused. I had tried a few guys but all of them were only good in north Indian dishes which tasted more like restaurant food. I am searching for a new house and once I’m settled, I’ll get a new cook also.”
I noticed how keenly Meera was listening to him. I guessed she was amused by him talking personal matters so comfortably.
“Where are you living now?”
I asked.
When he mentioned the place, Meera quickly recognised it.
“I know the place. My friend lives there.”
“Which friend?”
I asked.
“Ananya. She lives in the MCR apartments. She and Sam recently shifted there. Didn’t you know?”
Now I knew which building she was talking about. It was the huge apartment Desai had gifted her. But I did not know when Ananya and Sam had moved into it.
“No, I didn’t know,” I said.
“I know of that building. In fact, I had visited it at the beginning with the intent to buy one flat in it,” Ashish said. “There was a funny incident though. I had gone to see the newly constructed flats. But I opened the wrong door and I was embarrassed to see a man and woman hugging each other. They were shocked to see a stranger intruding on their private moments because they were definitely doing some hanky-panky, but luckily they didn't shout at me. Nevertheless, I still feel embarrassed about it.”
As he kept talking with a light smile, I was running back in my memory. Those strangers were me and Ananya when she had taken me to see her flat. We had shared a few intimate moments before being interrupted by a stranger pushing open the front door unexpectedly. I had thanked the stranger in my mind for interrupting us, but I had no idea I would be having lunch with him at my house.
If I had a hint, I wouldn’t have befriended him, let alone inviting him for a lunch. But unfortunately, we both had failed to recognise each other despite a feeling of having met already. Now I had recognised him, and I could only pray that he did not recognise me.
“I had liked the flat. But the rate was too high. Your friend must be rich.”
Ashish’s joke brought a smile to Meera's face. She took out her mobile and showed Ananya’s photo to him.
Ashish had a close look at the photo, much to my distress. I could only pray that he did not recognise her as well.
“I have seen this woman, but I don’t remember.”
He said, much to my relief.
Meera smiled.
“You pretend like you have a thin memory. When you met Krish for the first time, you said the same about him too.”
“Yeah, you are right.” Ashish threw a glance at me.
It was the moment I had been dreading. He had recognised me. He had recognised that I was the man in a compromising position with another woman, who was now revealed to be my wife’s friend.
It was one thing that Meera was aware of my short time fling with Ananya during our separation. But it was something else that I had gone to her empty flat behind her back. It was anybody’s wild guess that we might have had sex there.
I felt I shouldn’t have met him at all.
I had a mental re-run about my life’s many events in the past. It was an unbelievable repetition of a twist that I was destined to meet Ashish Bharadwaj again in my life. Like Shekhar turning up at my doorstep, Das revealing himself, Sam’s attempted blackmailing of Meera, etc. came to my head in one second. In those moments I was a bad guy who by some part of my body wanted the bad things to happen. But here, I was not looking for any stupid adventure, with no plan to mess up with my life.
I knew Ashish Bharadwaj’s few words could create havoc in my life. I gauged the possibility of Ashish revealing the truth about me and Ananya to Meera. I could only pray that he never recollected it.
The food on my plate had turned sour in a few seconds. I did not say what to contribute to the ongoing conversation between my wife and her boss.
Meera, on the other hand, went on to tell Ashish how I had helped Ananya get a new job when she lost her old one. She was inadvertently revealing my closeness to her friend.
“So, have you found the house you wanted?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
“Yeah, I’ve found another house. I’m expecting to move in there the next month.”
Ashish said.
 
After lunch when Meera left us alone, Ashish was thoughtful. I sat tight on the couch, pretending nonchalance.
The lunch had ended for me. I wanted him to leave as early as possible.
Meera returned to the hall and luckily, Ashish got ready to leave soon.
 
I accompanied him to the parking. I was pretending to be innocent till then.
But Ashish had other ideas.
“So that’s why we felt we had met each other, right. It’s a huge coincidence that we have become so close without recognising.” He said.
I did not know what to say.
“I know it's personal and I don't have the right to question you. But since I happened to carry the embarrassment for a long time, I am curious about your feeling. Were you embarrassed when I opened that door? Were you scared of me?”
I looked down for a moment before I spoke.
“I was embarrassed to be in that incident. It was an accident.”
I did not think he would believe me. But I went on. “I have helped Ananya many times in the past. I am one of her closest friends. She was unable to decide on the flat because it was huge and she thought I could help her. She was already looking for an opportunity to thank me for helping her find a new job. She got emotional a bit, and I’d say a momentary slip led us to embrace each other. We both were shocked when interrupted but only then we realised the mistake we were doing, and we were embarrassed mainly for that.
A bit of embarrassment goes for a stranger seeing us like that, but actually I'm grateful that you showed up at right time. In fact, I have been wondering how I should thank you.”
“Well, you can thank me now.”
He quipped.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
“Does Meera know about it?”
His question simply erased my smile.
“I didn’t think she should know about it.”
“Then don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t tell her either.” He said, looking into my eyes. I could see he meant it.
He shook hands with me before he left.
I let out a sigh. I felt glad that I met him.
 
 
In the evening when the ladies were gone, I went to Pawan’s house. He gave me a cold welcome. I could guess that he must have learnt from Sheetal that I hadn’t visited her in the day.
“I am sorry to disappoint you, Pawan. I told you I love Meera more than anything in the world. I can’t do this to her.”
“I am disappointed, yes.” Pawan shook his head. “You know, I had sex with a girl in my relation on the previous night of my wedding. I was struck with pain that I wouldn’t be seeing her again and that led me to do it.  But after my marriage and when I learnt how much Sheetal loves me, I always feel bad about it. It was a sin to cheat on her on the eve of our wedding. I believe that my inability to become a father is because of this sin. In some way that’s the reason why I’m able to take this decision. The decision to let my wife conceive by someone who can is taken by us together. If not by you, it’ll be done by someone else. You have proven to be too good a man for us. But what can I say?”
I was disheartened by his sad talk. But I was not going to help him.
 
 to be cont'd...

[krish_999]

...cont'd


The next day when we went to the temple, Pawan refused to join us. However, Sheetal came with us. I thought Pawan was sad and angry.

As Sheetal came to my house, I noticed her avoiding eye contact with me. She looked graceful in a beautiful white kurti.
When we reached the temple I got a moment to be alone with her.
“I am sorry, Sheetal. I could not help you. Pawan is disappointed, I know. But I have no choice.”
I told her.
“It’s okay, Krish. You have done what you think is right for you. You don’t have to apologise. My respect for you has only increased.”
Sheetal said.
I felt calm after that. I felt good about saying no to Pawan.
Tomorrow I’m going to return Desai's cash and say goodbye to him. I thought. I will never meet him. I will eventually tell Meera about his manipulation games and help her stay away from him too.
 
Finally, I was ready to get over him.
 
I called Desai in the night.
“Meera might have promised you lunch next week, Desai. But it’s not happening. I’m not looking forward to it. It’s not happening, even if Meera wants that.” I said. Desai kept on listening as I went on. “Your dream is your dream. Don't put pressure on me for that, Desai. You can tell me where I should meet you to return the money.”
“I respect your decision, Krish. I’m coming back tomorrow. So let’s meet on Tuesday.”
 
I was a bit surprised that he agreed with me without bargaining. I wondered if he was scheming in another way. I became suspicious that he was planning something fishy and I decided to keep an eye on Meera on Monday.
 
My suspicion became a reality as Desai's car appeared in front of Meera's office much before lunch break. I had bought a cap and face mask, and wearing them got me the courage to park my car close to the entrance gate.
The moment Meera came out of the gate, the voice recorder in her handbag got synced with my mobile. I hurriedly pushed the earpieces into my ear.
“Where are we going?” I heard Meera asking as she stood close to the car. I could not hear Desai's reply as he was inside the car.
“I want to be back before lunch.”
Meera said and made sure Desai agreed upon her demand before getting inside the car.
“You look fabulous, Meera.”
I heard Desai's voice. His voice sent a sense of creepiness down my body. My wife was again going on a small date with this man. My wife was again subjecting herself to the manipulation of this man.
“Why don’t you just say it, Susheel? I don’t have much time. I told you.” There was a sense of urgency in Meera's voice.
“I was disappointed when you cancelled Saturday’s lunch. I was so close to realising my long-cherished dream. But no worries, I know we’ll be having our fun very soon. I’m thinking of dropping in your place for dinner one day.”
I wasn’t surprised that he was still talking like everything was possible even though I had conveyed my decision to him. He had many more tricks in his sleeves. I was going to see it. Desai's car had moved ahead and I quickly followed it. I decided to keep a minimum distance so that I could keep the device in range.
“So much hurry, huh?” I heard Meera's voice. “If you had the guts to drop in my place for dinner, then you should have done it already, Susheel. You know Krish wouldn’t entertain you like that.”
“You still don’t know your husband. I’ll help you clear your doubts.”
“That’s why you got me here. Now tell me about what you have.”
For once I did not understand what they were talking about. What information is Meera seeking from him?  He had surely hooked her with bate.
However, instead of going to any restaurant, Desai's car went away from the main road. I was forced to maintain a long-distance and subsequently, the device was disconnected from my mobile. As the Desai accelerated and his car disappeared shortly from my eyesight, I panicked a little, scared of losing them. I found it soon though, but as the road we were passing became less busy and then almost turned into silent ones, my heartbeats began to rise. I knew something very bad was going to happen. I kept promising myself that I would not let it happen.
I felt angry why Meera was letting Desai take her to such places.
His car finally slowed down and turned to a three-storey building under construction. I pulled back the car and parked it under a tree, hidden from the building by a sharp turn.
I quickly searched for the device on my mobile and synced with it.
“What is this place? Susheel I told you, no funny games today.”
I heard Meera's voice. She was as clueless and suspicious as I was. “This is nowhere. The building belongs to my friend. Wanna have a look?”
“Don't think I'll get out of this car. I know you very well. You don't even need a bed to do it.”
I thought Meera was referring to their sex in the standing position. I was right.
“Oh that was a crazy night,” I heard Desai's voice.
“Don’t talk about that night. Don’t start again.”
Meera warned. I could tell she was the one who started it by referring to the standing pose sex. But I was glad that she remembered it and refused to get out of the car.
“I was drunk that night. I always wished if I weren’t,” Desai simply ignored Meera's warning. “If I was not drunk I could have been more attentive to your needs.”
“What Needs?”
“I know you weren't happy by the end of it, you don't know how I've wished to go back in time and give you those moments back with a lot of pleasure.”
“You don't need to touch me for that. Are you always looking for an excuse to touch me?”
“The gap between us is narrowing down, and it's gonna be nil within a few days. I'm just waiting for it.”
“I doubt your say that you’d stop after once. Why should I trust you?”
My heart took a hit when I heard Meera started talking about conditions. Conditions that would help her go to bed with him confidently.
“You can trust me because that's the deal. Krish's only demand is that I shouldn't repeat it. And I will not break that promise...”
“Repeat it means, just once in a day? What if it's a night? You already said dropping in for dinner.”
“Then I would like to spend the whole night with you. Why should I be lying to you? But only if you allow me.”
“The whole night!” I thought Meera was laughing as she spoke. “What are you gonna do if you had the whole night?”
“Then... You already know what I would do.”
“Stop grinning. I'm just checking how greedy you are.”
“Baby, didn't you miss those moments even once after that?”
“Why should I miss? I have a husband who can look after me very well.”
“But he feels you deserve a little more.”
“Show me the proof.”
“I am going to show you. You are not scared of me right?”
“I know you won’t force me for anything. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come with you and I wouldn’t be sitting in this car with you. What is this place by the way?”
“The car is spacious enough, isn’t it?”
“The building looks good. Do you have a partnership in this construction?”
“Not yet. But I will have a partnership, very soon.”
“How is that?”
I felt Meera was deliberately changing the subject and she was succeeding in it.
“Can you see that the work has stopped? He'll now need my help to finish it.”
“I can see he must have a beautiful wife.”
Desai laughed. “Haha. That was a rude joke but I like it.”
“It’s not a joke. I haven’t seen you with any interest in monetary benefit. All you need is women.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I made those reports and they were good. But you didn't make any serious investments based on that. You had your attention somewhere else.”
“I have never kept my eyes fixed on someone for longer than you. You make me forget everything else.”
“Don't be so romantic. It doesn’t suit you, big guy.”
Meera quipped.
“No, I'm serious. I hardly went through those reports. I just kept them like awards, because you prepared it for me.”
“How idiotically romantic! And you think I’d believe it?”
I could not believe my wife wasn’t just sitting in the car with this man but also flirting with him, without showing half the urgency she had expressed ten minutes ago.
“You know, I have confessed to Krish that it was my luck that got me to sleep with his wife. But since then I have always thought about doing it again by earning it. I can do manipulative games. I can try buying him. I am not belittling him by saying he’s manipulatable or buyable. I am saying there are things people resorts to do when they are desperate. But my ultimate wish was to go back and make the night truly a memorable one. Every time I see your beautiful smile makes me sad because I could not give it to you in the first chance itself.”
The man was again back into his favourite forte of earning sympathy, pretending like a stupid loser lover. I wondered if it was working, as Meera took time to reply.
“Susheel, you behave like an idiot, but you are certainly not one. But for god’s sake, use those words to a virgin girl. Don’t forget that I am a married woman. My memorable night will always be with Krish. So go fuck you wish, go fuck your ultimate wish and tell me what will you do if you don’t get to have that memorable night?”
“Meera, I have stopped taking no for an answer for a long time. Today, tomorrow, or ten years later, I will be having my dream fulfilled. I will persist.”
“Well, it’s definitely not happening today.”
“I know that. But I am counting on next Saturday. If you tell me, I’ll make it for dinner.”
“You are cleverly trying to get my consent. If I said dinner, you’ll tell my husband that I chose the dinner to sleep with you.”
“He has already given his consent. Only thing I am asking you to choose between lunch and dinner.”
“So my consent doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“Of course, it means everything. Having dinner is something. But what we do after dinner is totally up to you. I and Krish are already in for that.”
He was already talking to her like I wanted my wife to sleep with him. That was his strategy: convincing my wife that I was in favour of it while convincing me that she was in favour of it.
This realisation made me confident that I could end his plan just by refusing to be convinced.
“You want me to believe it. But you’re not telling me why I should believe you.”
“You’ll eventually believe me.”
 “Stop your games, Susheel. I am getting late. I better get back in my office. Why did you bring me here?”
“I just want to spend a little time with you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I’ve been seeing your face every few days and suddenly I feel like you’re gone. It creates a vacuum.”
“Don’t play sentiments, it won’t work, let me tell you, Susheel.”
“Do you have no feelings for me?”
“Why should I have any feelings for you?”
“Then you’ll be lying. I know you’ve enjoyed all the attention I gave you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worked so hard on those reports.”
“That’s a stupid allegation. I will never agree with you.”
“Then why did you keep making them even though you knew I wasn’t using them?”
“It didn’t matter whether you used it or not. I just got work. My promotion was probably based on that.”
“And you saying you don’t have any feelings for me?”
“I was just being professional, Susheel.”
“But we have a past. When I come near you, when I think of you, I got back to those moments. I always remember how I felt inside you. How you threw your arms around my neck.”
“Don’t go over there. Just leave it, okay?”
“Have you forgotten those moments?”
“Yeah, I kinda have forgotten.”
“You were lying on the table, and you looked like a goddess. A goddess of beauty and love and sex. I still remember those moments like they happened yesterday. I have slept with many women after that. But I remember you. Those moments are going to come back, aren’t they?”
“You are such a dreamer.”
“Tell me the truth, Meera. Don’t you remember how I felt inside you?”
I didn’t hear anything from Meera.
“Meera, tell me.”
I could tell that I had never heard Desai's voice softer than this.
“Yes. I do.”
“This is so far the best revelation you’ve made to me, baby. You got me hard with just one word.” 
“Don't go there.”
Meera laughed.
“No, seriously. Just see.”
“No… no...”
“Please.”
“Don’t expect anything from me, Susheel. I am not going to kiss you. Last time you got me cornered. I was stupid. Not this time.”
“Just feel it, just once.”
I could hear the sounds of physical movements. I felt he was trying to grab her hand.
What is he gonna make her do?  I thought while mentally preparing to intervene if things got out of control.
“Oh my God!” I heard a voice of surprise from Meera.
What did he do?
“You got me, baby. That’s me.”
“Take your hand off mine, Susheel.”
“Are you going to slap me?” There was no reply from Meera's side for a few seconds. I could not really understand what was going on.
What did he do?
“You said he took the pill from you. I searched the whole house for it but I could not find it.” I heard Meera's voice.
“You searched everywhere?”
“I searched every place where Krish could keep it. But it is not there. You said you’d clear my doubt when you meet me in person because there is no other way.”
“Yeah, I said, because there is no other way.”
“Just clear my doubt and then I’ll do what you say.”
“I’m tempted by what you’ve just said. I’m really hard already.”
“Don’t be a pathetic dreamer. Just show me.”
“Okay.”
“I know where you're taking it. You're so...hey what are you doing? Stop... Oh shit! Are you taking off your pants?”
“You told me to show…”
“I didn’t mean to show me that, you idiot! I told you the proof.”
“This is the proof that Krish is excited for.”
Desai's nonchalance was killing me now.
“Shut the fuck up, Desai!” Meera's voice was a shout. “Close your zipper, for God’s sake?” She had suppressed her voice this time, having realised that she had shouted.
“It’s really hard. Do you remember the feeling now?”
“You are making me numb. Nothing else.”
“Don’t worry, I’m just freeing myself. It’s grown too big. It feels good, now.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to see it.”
“Meera, look at me. Open your eyes.”
“Leave me. Take your hand off me, Susheel. I'm gonna leave. I'll walk away.”
“Meera I just want to show you...”
“I'm not looking. I've asked you to prove that you have Krish’s consent. It's not a date, you haven't earned it.”
“I told you I'll give you the proof.”
“Then give it.”
“I'll prove that Krish would like to see me in his bed with you.”
“Then prove it, stop talking.”
“You're not even looking at me.”
“I'll look only after you prove it.”
“I'm gonna prove it, but then will you touch it?”
“I'll do whatever you say, just prove it. The way you're running around the bush is making me think you're just trying to manipulate me.”
“Okay. You will have to hear this.”
There was a short pause from Desai's side. Amid the chaotic beatings of my own heart, I heard a phone ringing elsewhere.
Is he calling someone?
The call was picked up soon and I heard Desai's sound.
“Krish, I called you to remind you about something. Actually, I forgot one important thing. The pill I gave you, I want you to check its expiry date.”
“What? Why?”
I was stunned by the realisation that it was my voice on the other side. The bastard was playing a call recording. It was a call he had made to me a week ago and I could already remember what it was about.
Desai's voice went on as I felt crippled by my own thoughts.
“I forgot to check it when I picked it up from the medical store. We don’t want a case of accidental pregnancy. This is important because we can’t leave anything for luck. I only wish to have sex with Meera once, not to impregnate her.  Please check the date and tell me if it’s expired, I’ll bring a new one. Okay?”
From the other side, I heard the stupidest reply that I remembered having given to anyone in my life.
“Okay, bring a new one.”
Why the fuck did I say that? I could only scream in my mind.
“Thanks, bye.”
I heard Desai's voice, filled with contentment.
Why the fuck did I say that? Why the fuck didn’t I get it? Why the fuck did I take it lightly?
Questions kept popping up in my head. I knew I was outplayed again. The only thing I did not know was that how Meera would respond to this revelation.
It wasn’t just a revelation. It was proof that I had agreed upon sharing my wife with him.
There was total silence from Meera for a few minutes.
I heard a sigh. It was from Meera.
“Oh my God!”
I could understand what she would have been thinking.
“You're still that old Krish. You'll never learn, Krish. You still want to live a cuckold's life!”
Her words echoed in my head.
It was so easy to get her to think it’s happening again. And she had every reason to believe what she had heard.
The other night she when she asked me to be honest about my thinking of her and Desai together, I had admitted that unlike in the past, I was now getting an erection sometimes. The proof was not in the call recording. The proof that I was willing to be a cuckold again, was in her mind.
“Do you believe it now, Meera?”
I heard Desai's voice. I could not hear Meera's response.
 
“You heard it, didn’t you?” I heard Desai's voice. “Now it proves Krish has the emergency contraceptive pill that I have given to him. He will check its expiry date and confirm its validity later. And I expect him to give it to you afterwards, you know when?”
“Yeah, I know.”
I heard Meera's voice.
“Now, my queen, please have a look at me.”
Silence from Meera's side. She must have looked at him now.
“Not there, have a look.”
I could guess he was just making her look at his dick. It was definitely pulled out a few moments ago.
“Can you recognise it?”
“Stop it, okay? Let's go, Desai.”
“Tell me, can you recognise it?”
"Don't touch me, leave my hand. No.”
“Tell me, Meera?”
“Of course, I can, you idiot.”
“Touch me.”
There was no verbal response from Meera. Is she touching him? I cringed at the thought of my wife touching his dick.
“Oh my God, your warm fingers...mmm...grab it. Have a feel of it.”
“You'll get us caught by somebody.”
Is that all her worry?
“Nobody will come here. I know this place.”
Desai's assurance.
“From the first of the building, anyone can see us.”
Meera was trying to stop him in vain. I felt angry for why she wasn’t stopping herself.
“The staircase is under construction. Nobody will be there. Wanna go check out?”
Desai was saying.
“No, no. We're fine here.”
We. Now there's a we.
“Okay, I can wait. Now you promised me you'll do anything for...”
“Shut up okay? I didn't mean I'd sleep with you right away.”
“I know that. Just hold it again. Properly.”
There was silence again.
“Oh, your touch makes me so hard I can't stop thinking about how it would feel inside you.”
“Stop overthinking. Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just getting a bit more comfortable. Come on baby, just hold me properly...”
“Is that all you want?”
I got a wild sensation grappling my whole body as I realised my wife’s fingers were wrapped around Desai's dick, feeling the size of his growth.
I could not hear spoken words from Desai following that. But there were small shaky sounds. I pressed the earphone into my ear, trying to get more of it. Slow movements of human body parts, or clothes, or much more, I could not make it. Then I heard a moan. A slight moan. It was from Desai.
What is she doing to him?
It was the moment things were going out of my hand.
I knew if I didn’t interrupt them, it would be too late. Physically interrupting might save Meera for now, but it’d leave a lot of doubts in her head and it would worsen the situation. I thought about giving a call to Desai. I grabbed my other phone and scrolled down to his phone number.
I’ll say the lunch thing was a prank. Sorry.
I took the pill from you to see how desperate you are. How can you be so foolish?
By the time I heard his phone’s ring tone playing on the other side through the earphone, I had decided that I would just improvise from the word go. My only intention was to make Meera stop what she was doing with him.
 
The moment he picked up the call I began to speak.
“Desai, I have something…”
“Hold on, Krish. Whatever you want to say, not now.”
He interrupted me.
“Desai, you have to...”
“I'm in the middle of an unexpected blowjob, dear. Don't be a spoilsport.”
I was stunned by his nonchalance.
“What?”
Is she giving him a blowjob?
I felt I was going to faint.
“No, you carry on baby. Don't Stop. Mmm...”
I heard him saying to Meera. He had kept his phone away from his face as he spoke. But I could still hear him through the recorder.
“Yes... Oh yes…”
I heard him again through the headphone.
“Where are you? Who are you with?”
I almost shouted. But my voice was weak.
“You know her very well, my friend. You're the only one who knows.”
“Tell me the name, Desai.”
I said with a sense of loss filling in my voice. I didn't know what to say.
“Maithrei, dude. It's Maithrei, we're having some fun. I'll call you later.”
I wasn't listening to him now. My attention had completely shifted to the other sound, coming through the recorder. It was the familiar sound of a woman's mouth going down and upon a man's dick. It was a familiar sound usually heard when my wife gives me a blowjob. But this time she was doing it to Desai.
Meera was giving it to Desai. Her handbag was sitting between the front seats and Meera was apparently leaning over it to reach Desai's lap. It ensured that the recorder could catch even the smallest sounds of her movement.
My phone call hadn’t helped at all. In fact, it had backfired. I didn't know when the call was disconnected. I was completely surrendered to those sounds.
"Oh my goodness. You're doing it so great... It's worth every moment of my long wait.”
I heard Desai bathing in pleasure. Then I heard my wife’s voice.
“Does she do it like this to you?”
“No, she hasn't given me like this.”
“I thought you'd mention my name.”
“Nah…Never. You were sucking on even when you heard his voice. Thanks for trusting me. I told you I know how to keep a secret. Aaahh... Look at the tip, baby. Do you see the liquid coming?”
“Are you coming?”
“No. It's just the white gel. Just taste it, baby. Mmm...”
His moan was simply an acknowledgement of my wife taking his head back into her mouth. And it was followed by the voice of her sucking it deeper.
It took a while before Desai spoke again.
“Oh my goodness. You're marvellous. I just want to kiss you now.”
“Are you sure of that? I can still taste it in my mouth.”
“Damn sure of what I need.” Desai's reply was followed by the sound of some movements. I was sure he must have grabbed her face and pressed his wide mouth to her wet lips. My wild guess was conformed right by Desai's comment next moment.
“Your lips have got softer than last time.”
“You remember too many details.”
“Unforgettable details. I remember every bit of pleasure when I pushed it inside you. Do you remember it?”
“Stop going there again and again.”
“See, it's coming again.”
Meera sucked again, and quickly the sound of her movements filled the air again.
This time it went on non-stop, with Desai's voice of encouragement and his pleasure moans filling and populating it.
“Oh yes… you are damn good…mmm keep going, baby…”
Then the sounds of sucking stopped. But the sound of movements got quicker. I could guess that she was now jerking him.
“Do it with your lips…that’s…”
“You are going to cum…I can sense it.”
I heard Meera's voice after a short gap. She had brought him to the edge very quickly. I could guess how good she was doing it to him.
“Why don’t you swallow it, baby?”
“No.”
“Then promise me, you’ll do it on Saturday.”
“Enjoy the present, Susheel.”
The sounds became faster and then Desai let out a sigh and followed by a groan. I realised that it was the sound of yet another man receiving the pleasure of ejaculation with my wife’s help. I looked down and then I realised it wasn’t just one but two.
I had cummed in my pants. I could suddenly remember carrying a hard-on for long but I could not make out since when.
“Oh great…haah!”
Desai's groan got my attention back to the voices.
“Oh God, it’s so much. So thick.”
I heard Meera's voice.
Is she chuckling?
 “Haha.”
“There’s tissue in there. Will you pass it to me, baby?” 
“Yeah.”
I was in a mess too, but my underwear had caught it all.
“I can’t believe I’m wiping someone’s cum off a steering wheel. Do you get the smell? I think it won’t go.”
“You wasted all of it. I badly wanted you to have it inside you.”
“Mmm…”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You are a smart guy.”
“Am I? What makes you think so?” 
“I hated you a lot. A lot means a lot. But you still got me to suck your dick willingly. And you got me to wipe your cum off your car’s dashboard.”
“I want to do a lot more than this. I want to make love to you, baby. Promise me we’ll do it.”
“You’ve got more than what you’ve wished for today. Now put it back in the zoo and start the car. Do you have water? I need to wash my mouth.”
I was energised by the quickness Meera decided to wrap it up. It was like she had played out a show.
I heard sounds of Desai handing Meera the water bottle. She got out and washed her mouth. Desai started the car as soon as she got inside. I let out a sigh.
I quickly reversed my car and hid it in a cut road. I waited until Desai's car passed the cross. It took me a while before I got on his tail and re-synced the recorder to my mobile phone. I heard them talking about irrelevant things. As if nothing happened.
As if she hadn’t sucked his bloody dick!
 
However, they came to the subject that I was dying to hear, just before Desai dropped Meera in front of her office.
“Promise me about Saturday, Meera.”
Desai's voice was desperate. I could simply tell he was a man of greed. He would never be satisfied.
“By looking at your street smartness, I should have been saying it is happening. But only when Krish personally asks me.”
Meera's voice was calm. She had become the office woman again.
“Still you want him to personally ask you?”
Desai asked.
“What I did in there was a promise I gave you a long time ago. Now I have kept my word. We don’t have any unfinished business.”
“What does that mean?”
“I am not going to sleep with you, Desai. I know I can never quench your thirst. You will never have my consent. If you think you can manipulate Krish, then I can also do that. Do you have any doubt in that?”
She said and got out of the car, grabbing her handbag.
“Meera…”
I heard Desai's voice becoming narrower.
“Goodbye.”
Meera waved her palm at him and walked away.
 
I was stunned. I was not stunned by what she had just told her. I was stunned by the way she had shown him who the boss was. She was the boss.
It will never happen. I screamed in my mind. My dick throbbed in my pants again.
For a moment I recollected what she had done to him in the car. She had taken his monstrous dick in her mouth and gratified him with insane pleasure. And then she had wrapped her fingers around his meat and made him cum all over his car’s dashboard.
Normally, it should be outright disgusting to any husband.
Yet I knew I was going to forgive her. Because I thought she had outsmarted him in the end.
 
In the evening I waited for Meera at home with great anticipation. I wanted to welcome her with a kiss. I knew she might slap me. I knew she would again call me a willing cuckold. But I was ready to confess it all and thank her for finally moving on from Desai.
It was the first time in a long time I felt having overcome the fear of Desai's intrusion into my life.
I thought the chapter of Desai was closed forever.
 
But I was wrong.
I learnt it the next morning when I decided to return Desai's cash. I waited until Meera left for the office and then opened my shelf to take out the briefcase. But it was not there. At first, I was surprised because I thought Meera could have found it when she searched for the pill. But then on an afterthought, I realised that she would have questioned me instead of hiding it.
I searched inside my shelf first, and then my room, and finally the whole house to end up waking up in a nightmarish realisation that the briefcase and the entire cash in it were missing!
  
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[krish_999]

I think there won't be any update today since previous update was delayed and few days back only. However Krish can you plz update when can you give the next update.
About the story still can't understand where the money went since only 2 person know about it Desai and Pawan. Meera behavior with Desai suddenly she became so relaxed with Desai. Going by current condition she is eagerly waiting for nod from Krish she will enjoy whole night with Desai.
Please update soon Krish

Krish please reply

Hi guys, the last chapter was delayed by four days. So trying to finish the next one in time was a tough task. But I think I have done most of it. It'll be ready to post with just one day's delay. I mean the update is coming on Monday night.

I have gone through all the comments up there. Amazing stuff, amazing contribution by all. It feels great to see how the guys are discussing the world of Krish and Meera. And I'm thrilled to see how badly some of the guys want Meera to be screwed by Desai. I'm equally amazed by some predictions too.
I hope my writing will live up to the expectations whenever and whatever happens to Meera.
Thanks again to all the readers.

[krish_999]

Chapter - Twenty

 
 
The moment Meera saw my face, she knew that I had a lot to say.
"What happened?"
She asked. Putting her bag on the table.
"I want to speak to you, honey. About Desai."
I said.
She looked deep into my eyes and then spoke.
"Let me change first, Krish."
I waited in the hall until she returned. she had changed into a top and pants, ready to go for an evening walk. I did not have the patience to hold it anymore.
"Meera I want to talk now."
Meera slowly walked over to me.
"Are you going to say sorry?"
"Yes."
"Then you have talked too much. I am sorry too."
I didn't understand. She put her arms around me.
"You don't have to confess anything. If you confess, then I'll also have to confess. Let's not do it again. Let's move on."
Her warm breath touched my lips as she spoke. I put my arms around her too.
"But I am afraid you won't forgive me after hearing what I've done with him. I just want to tell you that I did not mean anything."
"I know. I have met Desai. And he told me many things. Whatever it may be, I too have done something with him that I don't want you to hear. Perhaps you might be sad, but I am sure I haven't done enough to break your heart. So let's skip the part and let's move on, baby. We have a life far better without this Desai-thing in our life. Let’s kick him out of our thoughts and life together. Let's move on."
"But," I wondered. "Is that possible?"
"It's possible," Meera smiled. "If we love each other."
"I love you," I said and my arms tightened around her. Meera smiled again and kissed me.
She broke after a short kiss.
"I want you to love me more when I come back after the jogging. See you until then."
 
That was how Meera handled things back at home. I was going to confess it all and seek her forgiveness. But she had her way. She had done something she didn't want to confess to me. And she knew it wasn't something I could not stand.
She was right. I had already learned her secret. And it hadn't broken my heart. I was sad of course. But I had also forgiven her the moment I heard her say goodbye to Desai.
I could not stop smiling when I thought how much I had been worrying since noon.
It was indeed better to 'skip the part' and move on.
 
When she returned after the evening walk she still found me sitting on the couch. I did not let her rest after that. I hugged her tight and kissed her hard.
"You are my everything, baby. I will never let you go."
I whispered and my lips dived down to her neck. I tasted her sweat and I swallowed her breath. She laughed, pretending to resist for a while. And then she took off her top and climbed onto my lap. I licked between her melons and she giggled. I unhooked her bra strap and she tossed her bra aside.
Her brown tits were erect. She moaned when I sucked on them.
"You want me, baby?"
She breathed into my ears.
I nodded and removed my T-shirt. She kissed me and let me play with her tongue. Her right hand plunged between us and went inside my pants. I felt her fingers wrapping around my throbbing hardness.
"You are so ready."
She whispered and quickly dropped to her knees on the floor, pulling my pants along. I helped her to get it off, and she quickly grabbed the waistband of my boxer too. My dick popped up and its head was shiny.
I saw Meera smiling at it and then at me before she leaned forward and took it in her mouth.
"Aaaah..."
I moaned.
No matter how much I had been ready for it, she still had taken me by surprise. Her head kept moving back and forth as I lay back, enjoying every moment of it.
Her tongue and lips were dancing around me. Her fingers became wet with her saliva and my pre-cum as she wrapped them around me and shook me. In the end, when I was ready to come she sensed it quickly. She looked into my eyes and kept jerking me.
"I am going to cum, baby..." I warned.
"Do it. Bath me in it," she said, her adorable eyes teasing me.
It was beyond my control after that. I saw the white stream of my cum flying in the air and landing on her cute face, as streams and drops. I groaned. I grabbed my dick and kept jerking and emptied more and more of my cum on her face. Her beautiful face became a mess. There was sweat, there was cum, all over her face.
She took it all while holding a glowing smile on her lips. There was not a moment of uneasiness. In the end, she asked me only one thing.
"Do you love me?"
 
In the night I plunged my face into her pussy and returned all the love I had. She writhed in pleasure. She begged me to stop but I knew she meant exactly the opposite. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then I dropped myself to the floor to settle between her legs. I ate her pussy and played with her pussy lips. I teased her clit with my tongue first and then unleashed all my madness upon it. Upon her. She rolled her head over the bed.
"You are killing me, Krish."
In the end, I made sure I swallowed every drop of her love juice. But I did not stop there. I moved up and kissed her while guiding my hardness between her legs. Meera welcomed me with a lick all over my face. I licked her face back. We were both overcome by lust. I kept pounding hard and our room became noisy by her moans. In the end, I shot my entire load deep into her pussy. I realised it only when I finished.
"Oh my god. I am sorry."
"No issues. You have the pill, don't you?"
She asked me with a smile.
I smiled back. "Yeah, but it's in the car."
 
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The next morning I thought about telling Meera about the cash. But I was embarrassed and decided that it would be better if I returned it to Desai silently.
I waited until Meera left for her office and then I opened my shelf. But the briefcase was not there. I was surprised at first. I thought Meera would have found it. I had heard her telling Desai that she had searched the whole house for pills. She might have found the briefcase then.
But then I realised she would have asked me about it, had she found it.
And why would she hide it?
I was sure Desai had not mentioned a word about the cash to her. I had heard their entire conversation on Monday.
Then I thought she might have kept it somewhere else, accidentally. I searched every rack on the shelf and then her shelves too. With the progress of my search, I went from curious to anxious to nervous. By the end of my search which I had extended to the whole house, I realised the truth that the briefcase was not in there.
I was gone. Somebody had taken it.
As my mind raced backwards to find a clue, it was an easy guess that only Desai could do it. He knew where I had kept it. He had followed me to my bedroom to see where I was keeping it. He knew even the place I kept the shelf key.
I looked up and saw the house key hanging on the key holder on the wall. He could have seen it the other day. I remembered how he had asked for drinking water before leaving. He could have taken a photo of the key and then made a duplicate copy. He could have sent someone during the daytime and with the right information about where the briefcase was kept, anyone could do it.
Perhaps he would have done it himself. Because sending a third person to retrieve so much cash would be tricky as the briefcase did not have a lock.
I could only curse myself for trusting Desai like a friend. I knew that he would do anything to trap me and sleep with my wife. But I had grossly underrated him.
I phoned Desai right away.
I phoned him.
"Desai, do you think I'm a fool?"
I felt I should have met him personally so that I could have observed his facial reactions.
"What happened, my friend?"
The politeness in Desai's voice irritated me.
"Enough of this manipulation and double-crossing. Do you think you can get me to do what you want if you made me owe you some money?"
"You're only asking questions and I'm left with speculation only. Tell me what happened first."
"You took the money. You sneaked into my house, you burgled it."
"Wait." There was a change in the tone of his voice. "Did you lose it? The money?"
"I didn't lose it. You have taken it."
"Oh, come on, Krish. Don't think you're smarter than you know. Why would I take it?"
"Don't play innocent, Desai. It doesn't suit you."
"If you've lost it then it's okay, Krish. We can go to the security officer. But you're insulting me with your petty allegation. Use your brain, Krish. Do you think I can make you do what I want by stealing my own cash?"
"You had the guts to insult me when you made that proposal and brought the cash to my house. You counted on it. When it didn't work as you wish, you've changed your idea. Now you think I owe you that cash and thus you can buy me? And you know that I can't go to the security officer, that's your confidence."
"You can go to the security officer. I will help you go to the security officer."
"What will I say to the security officer? What's the source?"
"It's my cash. I'd say I've kept it with you because I trusted you."
"What will I say to Meera?"
"You can say anything you want. Nothing is worse than losing fifty lakh rupees from your house. But I recommend we don't tell her the real reason. It's not nice for both of us."
His words were gradually bringing down my anger. Perhaps it was his acceptance that he too did not want Meera to know about the cash that did the trick.
"What about the money? Desai, you're just... I'm just... Be honest with me one time. Please."
"Come on Krish, what test are you doing on me?"
"I know your manipulation games, Desai. I know what game you are playing with me. You kept the recorder in my bedroom. You manipulated me into asking Meera about her period and also about you and then told Meera that I told you those things. You told her that I wanted her to sleep with you. You told her that I took the emergency pill from you. And you manipulated her to believe everything and you made my wife suck your dick, didn't you, bastard?"
As the words flew from my mouth, my rage was again on a rise.
"Oh, she told you everything?"
"Yeah, she told me everything. We do tell everything. Your games won't work anymore, Desai."
"Well, then last night must be great. You guys must have fucked each other's brains out."
I was stunned.
"Desai, don't..."
"Tell me the truth, my friend. She must have given you the hell of pleasure. I too had great fun when she took my cock in her mouth. But I am damn sure it would be nothing compared to what she would have done to you in the night. Did she swallow your cum? Or did she bath herself in it?"
"Shut the fuck up, Desai," I yelled. "If you dare to say a word about her..."
"Why are you so angry, Krish. I know you. You must have come in your pants when you heard about how your wife had sucked my dick. Don't you want to see it once?"
"Forget the cash, you bastard. And go to hell."
I shouted and cut the phone. I was panting with disgust. My arms were shivering with rage.
Having run out of tricks, Desai was now showing his true, intimidating face to me.  I knew.
A second later, my phone buzzed.
'I m nt forgetting the csh. I knw u r charging me 4 the bj she gave me yesterday. But it's not enough. I need my csh.'
I read it again and again. I know you are charging me for the blowjob she gave me yesterday. But it is not enough. I need my cash. Or I need her.
I felt my blood boiling with anger.
"You won't have it," I shouted myself.
 
I was now damn sure that it was him, it was only him, who stole the cash. It was his plan B to blackmail me; to steal the cash to make me in debt, at the same time intimidating me through humiliation.
There is no evidence that I had his money. I tried to assure me. Why would I take fifty lakhs rupees from him? Who will believe it?
But I knew Desai was indeed a man with enough connections. He must have enough friends to get the money from me, even though I did not have it. I remembered how Sunny had come with his friends to beat me up to get his money a few years ago. Desai too could send people to intimidate me, threaten me and torture me.
But it didn't mean I would let him sleep with my wife. I was sure about it.
I decided to confess to Meera about the cash.
 
As I came down to the parking lot, I saw our gatekeeper Sadashiv. I showed him a photo of Desai on my phone and asked him if he had seen the man around.
Sadashiv thought for a while, without giving me an affirmative reply.
"What happened?"
He asked.
"If he comes here, you must inform me."
I said.
"Is there anything wrong, sir?"
"Not yet, but he is not a friend. I am trying to find out what is he up to."
I said.
I did not want to tell him about the cash. I was not sure I was going to the security officer too. I still believed that Desai cannot prove that I had the money.
If I went to the security officer I will have to go on record that I had received money from Desai. This means I will be ended up owing him the money, in case the money is not found. For the time being, or until things got nasty, I thought it would be wise to stay away from the security officer.
 
In the evening when Meera came home I casually asked her about the briefcase.
"Yeah, it's on your shelf. It's your stuff, right?"
She pointed to the shelf as she spoke.
"When did you see it last time?"
I asked.
"Last Monday," Meera looked apologetic. "When Desai told me that you took a pill from him, I wanted to verify it. I searched your drawer and shelves."
"Last Monday?" I was calculating in my mind. Monday seemed a long time ago. I had last seen the briefcase and the cash in it on Saturday, just before Pawan's visit.
Then something clicked in my head.
Is it Pawan?
Pawan was the third person who had seen the briefcase in my house. He had seen it, and he had seen my urgency to keep it safe in my bedroom. He might have speculated about something valuable in it. I remembered how he had backed away from the temple visit program on Sunday. He could have sneaked into the house and found the key from my drawer. And he would have found the cash.
Why would he do it?
Because he was angry over my decision to help him. Or, perhaps he needed money. He was not a person who did not need money, after all.
"What are you thinking, Krish? What happed to the briefcase?"
Meera's voice woke me up from deep thoughts.
"The briefcase is missing. I don't know where it has gone."
I said.
"You must have kept it somewhere else. Keep looking. We'll find it." She assured me.
"Well, you said you looked for the pill. You didn't find it, right? What if you had found it?"
I asked.
"Well..." Meera smiled. "I would have been really angry with you. But then I thought why I was acting so surprised. It was me who gave you all sorts of fantasy bits. Desai tried to feed me that you were willing to see me sleep with him. So I guessed he must be trying to feed you the idea that I was willing to do the same. It was all mind games, part of Desai's plans. I know him. I know how persistent he has been. Remember, he got so many reports prepared from me and my team pretending to be an investor for so long. We both are not as intelligent as he is. But we can be alert. So in the end I told him I wouldn't sleep with him even if my husband asked me to."
"Baby, I will never ask you to," I said and hugged her.
"I know," She smiled.
 
Even though I wanted to tell her about the cash story, I could not. I thought I would tell her later.
But I could not stop thinking about it.
Pawan had also become a suspect in my mind. But there was no way to find out, other than observing him for clues.
 
I visited Pawan on an evening. I asked him if he was angry with me.
"No, Krish. Not at all. I am glad that you are not angry with us for trying to force you to do something you did not want to. Sheetal told me that you apologised for not changing your decision. We are humbled by your loyalty to Meera."
"Don't praise me so much," I said. "I have given it much thought. I am also a man. I have imagined doing it with Sheetal, many times. I never thought I could do it in real, but I have to admit that I was aroused by the thought. I am a husband, but I am also a man. Such thoughts can make you feel vulnerable. I am sorry."
I was not able to look at him while talking. I knew I was giving him false hope. The only thing I wanted from him was a confession about stealing the money from my house.
"Don't be sorry for that, Krish. In fact, I want to be honest with you. You are most welcome to have such thoughts if it helps you to change your decision."
Pawan said.
"I don't want to give you false hope, Pawan. No."
I shook my head.
"I hope is always hope, Krish. There is nothing false about it." Pawan said. "I and Sheetal talk about you most of the nights. Not that we are looking for some sexual adventure. But we need to be totally comfortable about it. If you agree to our need, then we have to accept it. She has to be ready to welcome you to her bed. I have to be ready to admit that I wanted it. Now we are so comfortable that if you show up at my house at any time of the day, I will readily vacate the house. It's totally your call."
I was stunned.
This man cannot steal anything from me.
"I have read about people having kinky thoughts about such things." Pawan went on. "I don't know if I am pushing too much. I hope you are not offended. You can have a look at Sheetal's things if you want..."
"What things?" I asked.
"Come with me," Pawan led me to his bedroom.
His bed was neatly arranged, with a beautiful floral bedsheet on it. However, what caught my attention was the photos on the wall. Photos and posters of babies were all over the wall. It showed me how much they loved babies.
"Sheetal loves those posters," Pawan said while opening a shelf.
"This is hers. Her clothes, her ornaments, bangles, her make-up kits, and all.  I hope I am not offending you. But I wish you touch them and if you wish to see Sheetal wearing that or anything you want to see her wearing, then..."
"Pawan...please..."
"Please, Krish. Don't say no again. I am only asking you to dream. Dream about her. If you are aroused by thinking about her, then keep thinking about her, I beg you." He touched my palm as if to calm down me. "I'll make coffee for us both."
He said and left the room.
I had come for clues to see if he had robbed my house. And he not only welcomed me to his bedroom but also opened his shelf for me. There was no way he was the man who robbed my house.
I stood in the room and I half-mindedly ran my eyes into the shelf. It was Sheetal's wardrobe. Three racks were taken up by neatly arranged Kurtis, churidars, shawls, and other clothes. The other racks had fancy accessories and makeup items. I casually took a perfume bottle and checked its fragrance. It was jasmine.
"You like jasmine?"
I heard a voice from behind me, shocking me. It was Sheetal standing at the door.
"I..uh..." I was embarrassed. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to touch your personal things." I kept the perfume back on the shelf and moved back. Sheetal smiled and walked in.
"No, don't be sorry, Krish. We want you to touch our personal things."
I looked down for a second and then smiled back at her.
"You guys are hell-bent on seducing me."
"Thank God, you are at least smiling at me and joking about it." She was smiling with almost all her teeth and a part of the gums on show. It was the first time she was smiling at me so.
"You are smiling too, in a way that I am not able to look away."
Her eyes grew wider and her usual shyness was back on her face.
"I don't know what to say to that," she looked down and tried hard to control her sheepish smile, and ended up biting her lips.
My eyes fell at her sweaty neck. The kurti she was wearing had sweat spots around her armpit. Along with it, her breasts kept moving up and down with her quick breathing. I was getting aroused.
She took a step forward and casually tapped on the backside of the door, almost shutting it.
"Don't close the door. You're freaking me out." I said.
"Am I?" She peeped through the gap between door and frame. "I am so freaked out myself because I don't want Pawan to see me flirting with you."
I laughed a little.
"He wants you to do much more than that."
"But I am still shy to have him around me when you are also here."
I was getting more and more aware of my growing erection and it intimidated me.
"Let's move out, Sheetal. I am really freaked out."
I said and moved close to the door. She hesitated to move, giving me a look that got my heart beat faster. I put my palm on the side of her belly and moved her to a side and opened the door. I moved out but I had felt the softness of her belly. My dick had started to throb in my pants.
I left soon, without waiting for Pawan's coffee.
In the night when I made love to Meera,
 
Despite having a nasty exchange of words on Tuesday, Desai did not call me for a week. It helped me take a break from him and his cash. But at the back of my mind, I knew he was waiting to strike harder.
 
 
Meanwhile, Meera's professional life was going through an interesting phase. Her branch was approached by a popular website for a small video article, and Ashish Bharadwaj asked Meera to present it. She was surprised and a bit hesitant to do it.
"I told him I have no experience of facing a camera and there is no time to prepare for it. But Ashish said I'm the one who won't need any preparation."
Meera told me later.
The six-minute video went online the next Monday. It garnered a lot of appreciation, especially for her gorgeous looks. I wasn't surprised when I saw the video. She looked absolutely hot in a sky blue shirt.
"Even the people without any grip on the subject of your video will now claim it's very interesting," I said.
Meera was very happy.
"What did Ashish say?" I asked her.
"Well, he's the only one who didn't say anything about how I looked in the video. But he said he was impressed by the way I presented myself."
"Typically Ashish, right?"
Meera laughed, "yeah, typically Ashish."
 
Two days after the video went online, Meera told me that Desai had called her.
"He said the video was impressive. He said he was unable to stop watching it."
Meera told me.
"He is free to watch it, again and again," I said.
 
Desai was perhaps not happy with just watching the video repeatedly. He called Meera the next day too. He wanted to meet her but she refused.
"He was angry that I share every detail with you, and not appreciating the fact that you like it," Meera told me in the evening. "I told him that's none of his business."
"What details did you share with me?"
"That's not what I did not understand. He said you know what I did with you last time when I met him."
"You didn't share that with me."
I said. I had a hunch that she was testing waters. Perhaps she wanted to know how I came to know about it.
"But he said you know."
She was looking deep into my eyes.
"He told me."
I said.
"He said?"
"Not every detail. In one sentence."
"Then why didn't you ask me about it?"
"Because we had decided to move on. You had told me that you had done something with him that would make me sad but not enough to break my heart. So I guessed it was that. I moved on."
Meera kept staring at me and I saw tears in her eyes.
"Don't you hate me, baby? I kissed you madly that day."
"I kissed you because I love you," I took her in my arms. "Nothing can change that."
"I love you."
She kissed me. Her tears had rolled down. I could taste it from her lips.
 
In the night, while lying on the bed with her cheek on my chest, she told me about how and why she had gone with Desai in his car. And how he had manipulated her into touching his dick.
"When I heard your call, I felt you were watching me. I felt you were the one pushing me to do that. So I didn't try to resist when he pushed my head down to his lap. Then while doing it I decided it has to be the last of it. I didn't disappoint him. He came all over his dashboard."
"I guessed it, that you didn't swallow him, when he asked me if you swallowed me in the night."
"He asked you that?"
Meera looked up into my eyes. I nodded.
"And you didn't get angry?"
"Of course, I was angry. It was on the phone. I shouted at him, calling him a bastard and all, and then cut the call."
"I mean, didn’t you get angry with me?"
"I would be lying if I said I was angry with you."
I said and slowly brought her palm onto my crotch. It was hard.
"You rascal." Meera giggled and grabbed it over the cloth.
Desai was becoming a common man in our world. A common man who we could ignore without a second thought. But I was still wondering about how to deal with the stolen cash.
 
 
 
One day Desai met me in my office and told me he was ready to forget the cash but in return, he wanted to have another meeting with Meera.
“I’ve tried many times to see her but she is not ready.”
"She has moved on, Desai."
"She told me that she would not sleep with me even if you asked her. So don't worry, I am not trying to manipulate you. But after this much running around, I deserve something."
"You got something. You got something, didn't you?"
I looked him in the eyes.
"She must have told you everything. "
"What else do you want now?"
"I hope we are talking now. I will have one lunch."
"Huh!"
I laughed scornfully. Desai leaned forward.
"No. Not the lunch that we had agreed upon earlier. It's totally up to her. I will ask her out. Nice and soft. If she allows me to sleep with her, I will. If she gives me head, I will have it. If she gives me nothing, then that's also okay. I will not come back to haunt you. I will forget my cash. Fifty lakh is a big amount, but not too much for me. I will consider it's lost in gambling."
“Your money is not my concern, Desai.”
"It can be. Don't pretend to be silly. But we are not talking about money. We are talking about stopping to dream about your wife. Do you want my dream to go on forever?"
I kept staring at him for a long moment.
"Desai, you may claim that you've stopped taking no for an answer. Because you think today, tomorrow, or ten years later you'll be having your dream fulfilled. But I have to tell you otherwise. It's a no from me – today, tomorrow, or ten years later."
A smile blossomed on his thick lips.
"You were listening to us," he kept shaking his head. "You used the recorder to spy on her, didn't you?"
I knew I had erred by repeating a dialogue he had told Meera a week ago.
"Does it matter to you?"
"It would matter to Meera."
I knew I was again in hot waters. I had to remain calm. I forced a laugh.
"You still want to blackmail me? Do you still think it would work? Go ahead, I want you to try every trick you know. Because that's the best way she can understand the wolf in you."
"Leave it, Krish I am not trying to manipulate you. I only needed a chance and I know it's not tough to understand that I deserve it. Meera told me she won't sleep with me. You can ask her not to sleep with me. You don't worry about ruining your image as a husband. I will promise you that. Then why are you not letting her have lunch with me? It's just lunch, are you so insecure?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me then, Desai? Why are you here?"
"She is not even ready to have lunch. That's why. When I ask her next time, I want you to tell her it's okay to have lunch. Just lunch. Tell her that. Can you do that, at least? I know it won't be hard."
I scratched my head. I wanted him to leave us alone. I wanted him to be gone from our lives forever.
"And you will be gone forever, after the lunch, irrespective of the outcome?"
I asked.
I had let myself be bait.
Desai leaned back in his chair.
"That's exactly my promise."
 
After Desai left, I sat alone in my office, wondering if I was doing it right or not. I badly wanted Desai to move on. I had experienced much relief when Meera said about moving on. I knew it could be a reality only if Desai decided to move on. So I had to give in to his last wish. I was confident that he would not be able to manipulate Meera anymore.
I decided to speak to Meera.
That night I told Meera about how Desai had tried to lure me with one crore rupees.
"I told him to take the money and leave. I was angry. He apologised and tried to convince me that he didn't mean to insult me. He had brought fifty lakh rupees in a briefcase. I told him to leave. But he requested me to keep the money here, saying he would take it when he comes for lunch on Saturday. He thought keeping the money on my shelf for a week would make me greedy to keep it forever. He promised he would bring fifty more on Saturday, which I can have if I am willing to compromise. I disagreed but he still managed to leave the cash here. But that’s not the problem now. Since Monday or Sunday, it's gone missing now. He was in Mumbai for a week so I could not return it to him. Finally, when he came back, on Tuesday, I thought I would return it. But the briefcase is not there."
"What do you mean by not there?" Meera asked.
"I checked the whole house, baby. It's missing. I think Desai burgled our house to trap me."
"I can't believe anything you are saying." Meera stared at me. "What the hell is going on here, Krish? What is this all?"
"This is Desai's games, he's trying every trick to get you."
"One crore rupees?" Meera's eyes grew in bewilderment. "How dare that beggar is! And you, Krish, how can you be so foolish?"
"I am sorry baby. I did not realise he would do this."
"Why didn't you tell me this? I would have slapped him with my sandal. If he had handed the money over to me, I would have burnt it right away."
"I know, but I didn't want to make a scene here. In fact, I was shocked to see him walk in here. I don't know how he found out our address and you know, he knew about your evening walk schedule. I wanted to tell you about this, but since he managed to leave the money here, I was ashamed to tell you.  I was going to tell you, but only after returning the money. I kept calling him but he was out of town."
"I can't blame you for not telling me, yes, because you should be ashamed of what you did." Meera three a disappointed look at me. I struggled to face her.
"How do you know it's him who stole the cash? How did he do it?" She asked after an awkward silence.
"He has seen me keeping the cash in our room. He could have taken a picture of our house key from the hangar. There's no way a random thief would sneak into our house and steal the briefcase without touching anything else. I didn't even know when it happened. The last time I saw the briefcase was on Saturday night. It's obvious that it is Desai himself, but I'm not sure if he did it on Sunday or Monday."
"Yeah, it seems obvious. But then what's the purpose of doing it? Is he such a fool?"
"No. That's what he wants. He wants us to blame only him so that he can deny doing it and also accuse us of hiding it. Especially because we can’t tell anyone else."
Meera nodded. "Yeah, he's not a fool. Have you talked to him?"
"Yes. He first said he didn't need to do it. But then he sent me a message hinting that I am just trying to keep the money."
I showed her Desai's message. Meera read it once and her face reddened.
"Fucker! I want to kill him, Krish." But her voice was weak. "Oh my God! What is happening in my life." She sat on the couch and cried. I tried to console but she yelled at me.
"Don't speak to me now, Krish. Just give me a break. Leave me alone."
"I am sorry baby, it's all my fault. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I will fix it somehow."
My words didn't bring any solace to her, though.
 
The night was silent. We both were lost in our thoughts. I saw Meera searching through all the shelves. I didn't dare to speak a word to her. When we went to sleep I heard her taking long breathes, and I knew she was unable to sleep even though she was lying with her face to the other side.
I slowly put her hand around her. She tried to shake my hand off her, but I persisted forcefully.
"I am sorry, Meera. Please understand me."
I said.
"Is he going to show up in my office and ask me about the money?"
She asked, without turning to me.
I knew he was going to do exactly that.
"No, baby."
"Don't lie to me, Krish. We both know that he is going to torture us."
"We'll go to the security officer."
"And what will you say to them? Why did Desai give you the money? To let him sleep with your wife?"
"I'll say anything else. Like advance for a real estate deal."
"But he can say the truth. Can't he say that you demanded the money from him?"
"What will he get from defaming us?"
"He won't defame. Suppose you went to the security officer and went on record that you kept the money as advance for a real advance deal. The next day Desai will come to us and threaten us that he will go on record that it was advance you took for letting him sleep with your wife. We will be in the news. We will beg him not to do so and to stick to our version."
I was stunned. Meera turned to me, slowly.
"What will he demand in return?"
I knew what he would demand in return. But I could not speak a word.
"Tell me, Krish?"
"You," my voice was weak.
"Do you have any idea on how to save us from this shit?"
"No," I went with honesty this time.
We both remained silent for long, deeply lost in our thoughts.
I remembered all the appreciation she received after her video went online. People were impressed more by her beauty than the content of the video. An allegation that her husband demanded one crore from a businessman for a night with her would instantly destroy her career. If I went to the security officer alleging that the fifty lakh advance was stolen by the businessman himself, how many people would believe it? The only thing people would notice would be that I took fifty lakhs as advance. That it was lost wouldn't be a matter of concern for anyone.
"Krish," I heard Meera's voice after a long time. "If he ever comes to you with a demand to let him sleep with me, then accept it."
I couldn't believe what I heard. My heart had stopped beating for a second.
"Don't tell me you can't bear it and all. You have witnessed me having sex with Das in a much worse situation. We are much open as a couple than we pretend. So let's accept the truth; I can let him fuck me and still live on. You can let him fuck me for one more night and still love me. You only need to promise me one thing. That you will demand the rest of the money he offered you."
"Meera..."
I began to speak, only to be interrupted by her eyes.
She spoke after a second. "But I will burn his money in front of his eyes."
She was angry beyond my belief.
"There must be another way, Meera." I tried to speak with a stiff voice. But honestly, I did not know if there was one.
 
The next morning I told her about Desai's recent visit to my office.
"His demand was a lunch with you. He said it's going to be just lunch and he wanted me to convince you to decide in his favour."
"Just lunch?" Meera looked at me.
"He wants a chance to seduce you. If you sleep with him, then that's it. If you don't, then that's also acceptable. After that, he won't come back to haunt us. He would consider the money is lost in gambling."
Meera thought for a while.
"He's such a dirty pig! He will never quit." She shook her head. "He's confident that he'll seduce me. But I am also confident about myself. Where is this lunch going to be?"
My heart was already beating faster as I knew she had taken up the challenge.
"I don't know. He didn't tell me."
My voice was trembling. Meera sensed it. She came close to me and caressed my face.
"Don't worry, Krish. I am not going to sleep with him. I will have lunch with him, that too, not in his place. I'll agree only if it's a restaurant. Let him try his best. He won't force me for anything. I know that."
"I will keep a watch on you. In case he tries to be smart like drugging you..."
"No, you don't have to. He won't use drugs and all. Because he's not just after my body. He is after the whole me. He wants me to do it willingly. Like the old night. Otherwise, he's already got other options than me."
Even though I was psychologically torn by the fact that she was giving in to Desai's games, I was also amazed by her understanding of Desai's psyche. She knew what type of person he was, and what he needed and why he was so desperate for her.
I was damn sure her prediction about Desai's game plan was going to be right.
 
However, Desai did not call me in the following days. Meera kept asking me about it every day.
The following week Meera had a special assignment by Ashish Bharadwaj. Three recruits were sent to their office for a week's training. Ashish personally requested Meera to supervise their training activities as he was busy moving into his new house.
Meera's professional life had just got busier. She left home earlier than usual and came back almost an hour late. In some way, it helped us become less preoccupied with the thought of Desai.

to be cont'd


 

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Chapter 20: Cont'd

One day Ashish Bharadwaj phoned me and invited me to his new house. I asked him if he was not going to do any housewarming.
He laughed, "this new house is just a temporary set-up. I'm going to go back to Bangalore."
"That can't be a reason to escape from throwing a party for the people in Pune."
I said.
"Yeah, why not?" Ashish replied. "I am already thinking of inviting you to dinner. But I haven't found a cook yet."
"You and your cook problem will never end, Ashish. It's a lame excuse, you know that?"
"I know that. But I don't want to embarrass myself when you come to my house to be disappointed. I haven't forgotten the taste of food Meera had made for me the other day. I have to match with that, that's the basic courtesy. Anyway, I am asking you guys to visit today or tomorrow. I need your advice too, to fill the empty spaces."
"So it's not any sort of invitation, but a requirement, right?"
I joked.
I visited his house the next day. It was a big apartment but smaller than what Desai had gifted Ananya. I remembered his 'your friend must be rich' joke when I compared both the apartments in my head.
He had requested his interior designer to be modest in decor and it resulted in the apartment looking more spacious than it is.
I suggested buying indoor plants to fill the vacuum.
"It will help you feel you're not alone in this house."
"I will need someone's help for that too. My neighbour is good with that. I have noticed that his house is a small jungle." Ashish said.
"Meera too is an expert in those things. You can take advantage of being her friend."
I said.
"I have already taken too much advantage of being her friend. A few guys have been attached to our office. I should be the one looking after their training. But Meera is doing it for me. She's doing a great job."
"She loves new challenges," I said.
"Lucky me, I must say."
"How are you going to thank her? Is there a chance for another promotion?" I joked.
"I wish," he smiled.
I later noticed that Ashish had filled his fridge with beer bottles.
"Well, you are quite efficient to fill the space in this one," I said, grabbing a chilled bottle.
As we sat on the couch in the hall and enjoyed the beer, I asked him about his plan to find a new life partner.
"I am trying to get rid of the existing one. I can't think of another one, man."
He said. I laughed.
The time I spent with Ashish that evening was arguably the only occasion I was able to relax and completely forget Desai. I had to thank Ashish in my mind for that.
 
However, Desai announced his return when he called Meera and asked her out the next weekend. Meera phoned me right after his call.
"What did you say? Did you agree?"
I asked, unable to control my anxiety.
"Yeah, I said yes."
"Where is it going to be? Did he tell you about the place?"
"It's a restaurant. I told him I have no plan to go to his place. I told him it's purely a lunch. But he's very optimistic. He said he'll send me the address."
"He must be searching for a restaurant that fits his needs."
I commented and ended up panicking by my own comment.
What is a restaurant that fits his needs? I asked myself. A restaurant where he can manage a private space and take Meera in the pretence of something irrelevant.
I remembered Meera's words.
"You don't even need a bed to do it.”
I remembered how Desai had managed to bang Ananya in the farmhouse despite having me around her like a guardian. He had made her lower her jeans and bend forward to let him thrust his dick from behind.
 
 
No matter how much I knew we were prepared to do this, and no matter how much we both were telling each other that nothing was going to happen, we knew we were walking into a wolf's cave on Saturday. It was one thing that we both weren't expressing our fears. But I knew what she was thinking and I was sure she knew about me too.
Saturday morning I asked her if she really wanted to do it.
"We'll think of something else. We'll try denying him. He hasn't threatened us about anything, yet."
"He has threatened you, Krish. His confidence to ask me out again is the way he's threatening you."
"I am worried about you."
"Don't worry, baby. I won't let anything happen to me."
I offered to follow her to the restaurant.
"There is no need to do that. Trust me, I can handle myself. It's lunch, after all. He's not gonna kidnap me," she smiled.
 
I was surprised when I saw her wearing a saree for the lunch.
"You are wearing a saree?"
"He asked me to wear the dress I had worn for the dinner. His stupid wish! So I thought I must surprise him with something else."
But she still looked hot. While the off-shoulder dress that she had worn for dinner night would have exposed her glowing skin, the saree was exposing her lovely midriff from the side. The free-flowing light blue saree with yellow flowers scattered on it accentuated the perfectness of her curves. She had matched it not only with a yellow blouse but also with a golden colour wristwatch and of course, our wedding ring.
I was becoming tensed watching her getting ready. Despite opting for minimal makeup, she looked so gorgeous that I was sure any man would find it tough to take his eyes off her. Desai would be no different.
I offered to drop her at the restaurant. But she declined.
"I will go by my scooty. Believe me, it's just another day for me," she said with a smile.
Her smile was an attempt to calm me down, but the thought that Desai would be getting to see the same smile very soon sank me further into an ocean of stress.
 
Even though I had promised her that I would not follow her, I was not going to leave her alone. I had already placed the voice recorder in her handbag. And I was going to follow her to the restaurant and keep an eye on Desai's moves.
I hurried myself to get ready. As I changed my pants I could not help but notice the growing hardness. I was neither surprised nor disgusted by it. I had gone through this experience too many times in the past. It was the way my body behaved while anticipating something very bad.
For my own comfort, I had decided to intervene this time in case things went too far. But the truth was that I wasn't quite sure about what was 'too far'.
In Desai's own words, there were three possible outcomes that he expected.
"If she allows me to sleep with her, I will. If she gives me head, I will have it. If she gives me nothing, then that's also okay."
I could only wish that only the last of them became the reality.
 
My phone rang just before I started my car. It was from my colleague.
"Krish, there is a fire incident in our office building. Hurry up."
"What happened?"
I asked.
"Nothing too serious; I heard that it's a short circuit. But we must reach soon."
I thought it would be a nice idea to meet my colleague anyway because I wanted to exchange my car with him.
I reached my office in forty minutes and then only I realised the gravity of the situation. I had received many calls from the manager and other staff already. I saw the dense smoke in the air, from two hundred meters away. It was not what my colleague had told me. It was serious. A fire was broke out.
The fire brigade had arrived and they had extinguished most of the fire. There was panic among the senior staff when they found out that the automatic sprinkler system on the floor was not activated. It was activated manually by the fire brigade, but the damage was done already.
I got in the action with my colleagues to move out the valuable things from the building. There was water flowing everywhere, people were rushing and running and shouting amid the chaos. The fire brigade was telling us not to be panic. But it hardly did any help to the staff. While pulling out a box from the bottom of a rack, my mobile phone fell and I heard something breaking inside it.
For a few minutes, I had completely forgotten about my own task to follow Meera to the restaurant. When I remembered, it struck me hard.
Is this going to ruin my plan?
However, it was not possible to leave the site easily. My job responsibility had increased after my promotion. I thought of disappearing from the site and later claiming that I was injured and was taken to hospital by somebody. However, my plan failed as soon as the company boss arrived at the venue. He ordered me to guide him inside and stay with him while he inspected the building and assessed the loss of property. I hurried while explaining the possible cause of the failure of the fire extinguishing system, and he shouted at me.
"If I come to know that you hurried like this when the maintenance was going on, then you consider yourself fired, Mr Krish."
I was stunned by his sudden outburst. As if it was not enough, he stared at all the other staff around him to bring them to a still. I knew I was trapped there. I was not going to be allowed to leave.
I kept looking at my watch while I followed my manager and the boss. The inspection was going on at a snail's pace while the time was flying.
It was already two and a half hours since I had seen Meera leaving my house. I would have given her a ring, but my phone was damaged. My other phone was in the car. It did not help me further that I didn't know Meera's phone number by memory. So I could not call her from anyone else's mobile phone.
The complexity of the hurdles I was coming across was foretelling me something from the beginning; that it was going to be a very bad day in my life. I still held myself together for another one and a half hours, hoping that Meera would be able to handle herself.
But whatever hope I had been trying to keep was destroyed when I finally managed to take a break and got to my car. My basic phone did not have Meera's number as I had never used it to call her. It had Desai's number and a lot of my colleagues' numbers.
But wait. Why not call up Desai?
I did not think twice and phoned him. Last time when I called him from that phone it had ended up a disaster as my call triggered Meera to lower her head into Desai's lap. By the time the call ended, I had started listening to the sound of his dick going into her mouth.
"Hello, Krish."
My heart nearly stopped as I heard Desai's voice from the other end.
Is he breathing heavily? Is there a moan audible from the background?
I could not make out.
"How's the lunch going, Desai?"
I asked.
"Lunch? We cancelled it, man. But no worries, We'll have it next week."
I was stunned.
"Cancelled? Why?"
"The fire accident. Aren't you aware?"
He seemed in a hurry as he disconnected the call the next moment.
The fire accident? Is he here?
I got out of my car and looked around. I could neither find Desai nor his car anywhere. He was not there. The way he hurried to end the call had already left me wondering if he was trying to deceive me. I felt he was trying to keep me busy at the fire site and be relaxed about Meera.
There was only one reason why he would do that. He didn't want me to disturb him.
However, before I could decide to leave for the restaurant, my boss sent for me. He wanted to see me right away. I could only curse my fate while walking back to the office building.
"Where the hell did you disappear, Krish?"
The manager shouted at me. I threw him an angry look.
I was lost in my thoughts. I felt there was a conspiracy being run to keep me busy at the place. And I knew of a person who could do that.
And I knew where that person was hiding.
I felt my body trembling when I thought about what he would be doing while leaving me stuck in my office.
"If she allows me to sleep with her, I will. If she gives me head, I will have it." I remembered Desai's words. I forgot where I was and I imagined Meera walking into him and allowing him to embrace her at an unknown luxurious restaurant. I saw her smiling at him. I heard him telling her how long she kept him in waiting.
Meera had promised me she would never fall into his charms. But there was another thing she had revealed to him last time they met.
“Tell me the truth, Meera. Don’t you remember how I felt inside you?”
“Yes. I do.”
She had told him she hadn't forgotten how his dick had felt inside her pussy. What are the odds that she would not remember it again? Especially because she had seen it in real size two weeks ago. I had heard how she had responded to the sight. She was far from being frightened by it. She had grabbed it with her fingers. One of those fingers was still wearing our wedding ring.
She wouldn't have not only remembered how his dick was felt inside her pussy but also have felt her panty wet soon after. She had lived the pleasure of his monster rubbing in and out of her pussy for a whole night.
As my thoughts began to run wild, I realised it would be an easy task for Desai to make her long for it again. He was a master of words, after all. A few words of him would be enough to make her remember she was not doing anything new in her life.
But I could not think of a place where he would take her. But, in Meera's own words, Desai hardly needed a place for it.
He could take her to his car, on the back of his car, and would make her head disappear into his lap without hesitation. I was already familiar with the sound of his dick going inside her mouth. This time it would be louder.
"You were sucking on even when you heard his voice. Thanks for trusting me."
Desai's words were a testimony to the fact that my voice was not powerful enough to stop her. It was also a testimony to what else she could do in my absence. She might not stop at the sight of his pre-cum, this time. She had let him kiss her after she sucked his pre-cum off his dick. This time she would suck him even after his cum filling her mouth.
I was not going to believe that there won't be an abrupt end to their intimacy after a blowjob. He could push her face down to the seat to fuck her from behind. Or he could make her sit on his lap while guiding his dick into her pussy with her own hands. Or she could simply lie on her back on the seat with her legs in the air while giving him all the pleasure he had been longing for.
Or, most probably, they could do all of these.
I imagined how she would cry in pain and pleasure while being tormented by his sex and vigour. I felt my legs shaky. I thought of running away.
 
By the time my boss relieved me from the task of accompanying him through the survey, I had become a dead man. But my dick was hard and probably leaking pre-cum. I was destined to be cuckolded again and again. My wife had slept with many men in the past. And she was most probably had done it again.
Before starting my car I phoned Desai again. I thought he would tell me the truth if he was done enjoying with my wife.
"Desai, tell me the truth. Where are you? Are you still with Meera?"
"What happened, Krish?"
His voice was calmer this time.
It's over.
"I am still here at the office. But you are not here. Then where are you? What did you do to my wife?"
My voice lacked the strength to convey my anguish.
"Aahh...my dear, Krish. You are stuck in there, aren't you? And you haven't got the guts to speak to Meera?"
"Tell me the truth, Desai. Please."
"You must be carrying a boner, I am damn sure, Meera's cucky hubby! Let me give you some advice, my friend. Shake your thing right now. Finish it before you go home. Because you don't want to think of using her pussy tonight. Your puny thing won't fit in there."
I felt my heart losing its ability to beat. I could not speak.
"And don't ask her about anything. Have patience. She'll eventually tell you. She'll give you every bit of details..."
I didn't hear further. The phone had dropped off my hand. I grabbed it and disconnected the call right away.
 
I wasn't driving the car. I was flying it. But I did not where to go. There was a sudden downpour as if my destiny was crying for me. Perhaps my destiny was aware that it had ruined my life again.
I had no one to blame.
I was simply outplayed by a man who knew how to play the game.
As I parked my car, I checked the usual spot where she parked her scooty. It wasn't there. I thought she wasn't home.
But as soon as I reached my door, I found it locked from inside. She was home.
I did not know how she would face me.
"And don't ask her about anything. Have patience. She'll eventually tell you. She'll give you every bit of details..."
I remembered Desai's words. I didn't want to know those details. I didn't want to know how she did it. I didn’t want to know how she let herself down. My erection was dead long ago.
It took longer than usual for Meera to open the door. My heart sank again when I saw her face.
It felt like she had been crying. Her eyes were filled with guilt.
I smiled to smile at her to pretend as if I knew nothing before I moved in and quietly closed the door.
I turned slowly, and I felt Meera's arms wrapping around me. 
And then came her wobbling voice.
"I am sorry Krish. I betrayed you again."
 
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[krish_999]

As always, I am overwhelmed to find so many comments and discussions about the latest chapter. As Lollobionda rightly said, your responses serve as suggestions, encouragement, and an expression of courage for me to write more. I also agree that I had developed the story points long before I began to write it, and this fact makes the comment section very interesting to me as Prashanthi remarked in an early comment.
Many people here make predictions on the future plot developments because I mostly end the chapter at the peak. I have no plan to prove anyone's prediction wrong here. But I don't deviate from the plot just because the majority are expecting a particular twist. The money matter in the recent chapter was a bit of disappointment for many here,  many have criticised it. But, since I had introduced it for a purpose, my commitment as a writer is that this purpose is met. That's how we tie the loose ends, don't we?
In my last story No One Dies a Saint too, people were on a guessing game. I often go back to read the comments there - believe me it's very interesting and inspiring to go back and read them. There I get to see a few readers jumping to conclusion that there were so right about a particular plot twist, saying things like 'See, this time I guessed it right', and then the next chapter reveals that his/her prediction was nowhere close.
Sometimes it plays out the other way too. There have been instances when a reader predicted my plot twist two-three chapters ahead. These predictions do bring a smile to my face but haven't ever made me change the course of my story.
But there's one thing these predictions do. If I feel the readers are hungry for a particular twist, and if it happens to be true later, then I try to write it up to their expectations. Suppose, I'm hypothetically speaking, if you want Meera to be screwed hard by Desai, and if that was part of the plan from the beginning, then I'll make sure it happens with all the details you want to know about it.
Precisely this comment section is the beauty of this forum. The writer gets to know the pulse of the readers with every chapter. It is truly a motivation. Any comment, positive or negative, give me something to ponder about, something to improve my writing. So I welcome both appreciation and criticism.
About the recent request for the timing of the next update, first I am apologising for the delay in previous updates. And I also request your patience for the next update also. This one is a festive weekend and I won't be getting much time to write and finish chapter 21 on time. So it won't be coming on Sunday. Maybe Monday night, I'll say. If it's getting delayed further than that, I'll update again.
Happy Onam to all.
Keep reading and keep posting.
Krish.

[krish_999]

Guys, update is not coming today. I'm just halfway. Sorry for the delay.

[krish_999]

এ বা*গিরি আর ভালো লাগে না,,, tonight tonight বলতে বলতে শেষ,,, কবে যে দিবে,,,

not tonight, guys.

[krish_999]

Chapter – Twenty-one

 
"I am sorry, Krish. I betrayed you again."
Meera's voice carried all the guilt I had witnessed in her eyes. But I felt her voice was just an echo of my own. I was equally guilty for whatever was happening in my life. For a moment I thought I was guiltier than her because  I was more responsible for her fall. I should not have allowed her to go to lunch in the first place.
I looked into her eyes again. Her eyes were red. There was no anger. There was only guilt.
"Don't be sorry, baby. It's my mistake too."
I said. My voice had become sour.
"No. It's not your fault this time."
"I am the reason which led you into this. You promised me you can handle Desai."
I was trying to console her. Meera shook her head in denial.
"No have no idea, Krish. That's why you are talking like his. Oh, God! Why did I do this?"
Tears dropped out of her eyes. She looked inconsolable.
"Don't cry, Meera. There is no use in crying. I am a fool to trust your confidence. But I can't blame you because I should have realised that all of my stupidity would one day land you in Desai's bed. You were right, we've seen worse, but as a husband, I haven't learnt anything. I am..."
Meera shook her head again to interrupt me and warily said, "It's not Desai, Krish. It's Ashish."
I was stunned. For a moment I thought she was lying. Then the next moment I thought why she would be lying.
"What?" A hundred questions should have popped up in my mind. But I was too shocked to even believe what I had just heard. "Ashish? What are you saying?"
"The truth, Krish. I went to his apartment and I... I slept with him."
"But you went to meet Desai. And he..." I paused, thinking if I should reveal what Desai told me. I swallowed before I spoke again. "Didn't you see Desai? Didn't you go to the restaurant?"
"I went to the restaurant. But Desai didn't show up there. He called and told me there was a fire incident in his friend's company building. His friend was not in town so he had to be there. He wanted me to wait. I waited but then I got Ashish's call."
"He called, and you went to his apartment?" I asked as if I didn't believe her. "I thought you weren't so friendly with Ashish."
"I wasn't. But..."
Meera struggled to breathe. I led her to the hall and sat her on the couch.
"Meera, you should stop crying now. I know the situation is very difficult but there is no use in crying about it now. I'm still unable to believe all this is true. Tell me what happened and how it happened. Ashish? How did he... Was there anything going on between you and him?"
I was trying to calm her down but my thoughts were coming out as words and questions. I was not able to calm myself down. I remembered having our roleplay involving Ashish. In my mind, I was thinking about Ashish Sehgal but Meera only knew about one Ashish; Ashish Bharadwaj. I wondered if my stupid games were again the catalyst for her eventual fall. I felt that my life had again entered an orbit where I was destined to go through the same worlds over and over no matter which way I turn to.
"I know it's hard to understand, Krish. I have no idea it would end like this. I had no idea..." She paused and wiped her face with a towel before continuing. "No. Nothing was going on between me and him."
"Then how did it happen?"
I wanted to badly tell her how Desai had bragged about fucking her. He had called me a cuck. He had told me to shag. He had told me that he had won.
"Does Desai know about this?"
I ended up asking her.
"What? No; how would he know about this? He called me after I got Ashish's call. Desai said the fire was put out by the fire brigade and his friend who's arriving by air had also landed in Pune. And he was already on his way back to his home to change his clothes. But I told him that I was going to meet a friend who was not feeling well. He asked me about dinner or lunch tomorrow. I said I've got other plans for tomorrow. I promised him I would go for lunch with him next Saturday."
"Why did you go to Ashish?"
"A few days ago Ashish wanted my opinion to improve the decor in his new apartment. I hadn't seen his apartment but you had told me that it has a lot of space. So I suggested he buy some artwork like good paintings and drawings. Today when I was waiting for Desai, Ashish phoned me. He had bought a few paintings and also had called in a carpenter to hang them on the wall. But the carpenter confused him with his ideas on where to hang them. So he phoned me and asked me if I could pay a visit.  I told him that I cannot come because I was on my way to meet a friend. Ashish said okay. I suggested he call you though because I thought maybe you know someone who can do the job better than Ashish's carpenter. A few minutes later Desai phoned me and again apologised for keeping me waiting and offered to send a cab for me. He said he had found a better place, and by the time my cab would take me there he would also reach there. I doubted all this story about the fire incident in his friend's property could be his trick to get me in his place. I now suppose he was right because I can see your clothes have got dirty. Is that your workplace that caught fire?"
Her question made me look at myself and realise how dirty my clothes had become.
"Yes, it was my office building that caught fire. My boss is Desai's friend. Leave it."
I didn't want to discuss the fire incident.
"Anyways, I didn't believe Desai then and I refused to meet him. I made up an excuse that I was going to meet a friend who was not feeling well. I told him there is no need to put pressure on him because of the lunch, as it can happen later also."
I learnt that Desai was there at the fire site in the beginning. But he had left the place hurriedly as soon as my boss landed at the airport. He was in so much hurry to meet Meera. But it was not his day.
"Why didn't you tell me all this?"
I asked.
"I called you. I called you before deciding to go to Ashish's place. But your phone was not reachable. I then called Ashish and told him my meeting with my friend was cancelled and I could come to his place right away. He was very happy. He told me he too had called you but your number was out of reach."
I remembered how my phone was damaged after it fell on the floor.
"I thought I would call you later. So I went to his apartment. I didn't feel anything wrong with the idea of going alone to his apartment because he had told me the carpenter was waiting there. And honestly, I did not expect Ashish to make a move on me since I know his character. It's not his way."
"And he made a move?"
I asked with a sense of loss. A move, I thought, was all that he needed to get laid with my wife.
"No. My impression of Ashish was never wrong. He wasn't the guy who would make a move on me or any woman. He is..."
She stopped abruptly, as if unable to speak.
"Wasn't it consensual? Did he force you or drug you?"
I asked. My heart was beating fast.
Meera looked into my eyes for a second.
"It was consensual. In fact, I believe I initiated it. I can't even blame him for what happened. If I had control over me, if I hadn't forgotten for a moment that I was your wife, it wouldn't have happened, Krish. That's why it's so painful to remember and accept that I let it happen. I'm sorry. I'm a worthless woman..."
"No..." I held her hand. "Don't curse yourself. I know there must be a situation that led you into this. Tell me everything about what happened, if you can. I'm still in the dark about how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath many times before she began to tell the whole story.
"When I returned to my office after our vacation, I got to know about the new boss who was very strict and not so impressed by the superficial things. But I was more shocked to see he was living a life where women did not exist. Looking back now, I can admit that one of the reasons for my hatred for him was that he had complete disregard for me as an attractive woman. I mean I had never been used to such a response. Some men pretend to be not impressed to impress me, but Ashish was different. His sole interest was a turnaround in our office's performance which has been average for the last couple of years across all the quarters. And his ways of working instilled more pressure than confidence among all the employees. I was not left alone, as you know. I was pressurised to be more efficient than I had ever been asked, and when it threatened to question my professional skills I secretly wished for a dramatic turnaround in his behaviour. But it would not come so soon. Instead, there was a time when I even considered quitting my job.
As Ashish kept finding faults in my work without giving me space to relax, I wanted him to be gone. But there was something about him that I hated to admit even to myself. He was right in his observation about me, about my working pattern, every single time.
One day when I showed him a report, he skipped to the diagrams and pointed out an error right away. I was shocked to see there was a mistake, I admitted it. But I asked him how did he straightaway jump to a random page and find an error in it. Why not in the equations which is more prone to errors?
He said he knows about not only my weakness which lies in the diagrams, but also my strengths one of which is equations. He said he knows I would never make an error in the equations. It made me think a lot about it. Even I had forgotten that I had been good with mathematical equations since my college days. I was shocked that he knew something about me more than myself. I was shocked to realise that Ashish's observations about me have always been right.
I don't know when the hatred became respect. But I wouldn't admit it yet. When you tried to get over him through our role play and torture fantasy, I enjoyed it. But the next morning when I meet him in person I would become shy. I would wonder if he ever thinks of me while he's away from work.
Does he think about me as being a married woman? Does he think about how I have sex with my husband? Does he fantasize about me? Does it make him feel warm about me or jealous of you?
You know, when he went to Bangalore for two days, I strangely missed him in the office. I don't know why, but I missed him. I wasn't attracted to him sexually, but I suppose his absence created a vacuum in our office. The funny thing was that I still believed that I hated him. 
That's why I enjoyed your idea of torturing him in our fantasies. I knew it was stupid but I loved the kinkiness attached to it. I loved the idea of forcing him to do things he hated to do and making him confess that he actually loved women.
My liking for him was not a choice but something happened without my knowledge.
When he announced my name as the best performer and even spoke about me being the most beautiful colleague he has ever worked with, I was spellbound. I couldn't believe that my earlier wish for a dramatic turnaround had become a reality.
But you know, Ashish was still Ashish. My hope that he would become friendly to me and would open up a little bit after that was dented very soon. The only improvement was that he trusted me more for my work which I understood happened because my work standard had improved. He told me that I catch up with the skills faster than anybody else. 
His nature to stick with the business left me disappointed. I sometimes wished if he looked at my lips while talking. I wished he checked me out. But it never happened. I don't know when my disappointment turned into desperation.
One day he was briefing our group about a project. I was sipping coffee from my cup and it left a small drop on my lip. I didn't know it until it distracted him for a moment before I licked. It ended in a second. No one knew. But him being distracted by what I did to my lips was a realisation that he did see my lips. I could not concentrate on the briefing for a while. I was aroused.
That night I asked you why we weren't playing our roleplay game that allow me to torture Ashish. You were ready for fun as always and that night I fantasised about torturing him by doing very dirty things. You were like the fire that night, letting me do whatever I wanted.
The next morning when I met Ashish in the office I was shy again. But I was equally aroused. I kept thinking about how you were in the night. I missed you so much to the point of desperation and I wished if Ashish made a move on me. I wished if he passed comment on me or at least checked me out secretly. I wanted it so much that I thought of sharing the experience with you to see if it excites you too.
But it eventually made me question myself, wondering what is that I actually wanted.
When you invited Ashish to our house for lunch I chose not to be overly enthused by it. I decided not to dress up for him. But as I ended up being completely dismissed by Ashish, I felt disappointed. I realised I wanted him to acknowledge me. I enjoyed it the most when he opened up personally while chatting with you. When he joked that Ananya must be rich, I secretly wished if he joked something about me too. I wanted to be in his thoughts. I wanted a little more appreciation from his heart. I wanted him to talk to me about things other than work.
But even during those times, I never considered the possibility of becoming intimate with Ashish. One, I was in love with my life with you, Krish. I did not need another man in my life. I enjoy your fantasies, our fantasies. Maybe it involves other men but I don't want another man in my life. I don't want to cheat on you, I mean I did not want to cheat on you. I can't say I don't want to, because it has already happened. I cheated on you, I can't undo it. How many times I will do this to you and how many times will I seek your forgiveness?"
Meera's face was again filled with guilt. I sat closer and just put my hand around her. Meera glanced at my eyes and looked down.
"You were always ready to jump into any opportunity to bring up new fantasies, but I know it doesn't mean you will enjoy them in reality. I was always cautious about you getting overly about fantasies involving me and other men like Desai. But my overconfidence ruined me. Sometimes I might be able to blame you, but sometimes it's entirely me. I had promised myself that I  would never repeat the same old mistakes because I didn't want to go back to the old times which had threatened to end our life.
So I chose not to tell you what I was feeling about Ashish. I thought the spark would end after a few days, especially because it was one-sided. I was sure he wouldn't make a move. Ever."
"And he didn't make a move, did he?"
I asked.
Meera nodded.
"Was the carpenter not there?"
"He was there. He hanged all the paintings as per my suggestion. There were eleven of them. When the carpenter left, Ashish began to make coffee for us, even though I hesitated.
But after a while he got a call from his lawyer, saying his wife had signed the divorce papers, that too unconditionally. His father-in-law had managed to convince his daughter to move on. Ashish became emotional and he phoned his father-in-law to thank him. His voice was trembling as he spoke. I even felt he was going to cry. He was so emotional and genuine. He later told me about the legal battle he was fighting with his wife to protect his face and relation with her family. He said his greatest dilemma was that he did not have a problem with his wife's family. If he did, then breaking up with her would have been easy.  And then I saw tears in his eyes. He said he thought he would be free when it's done. But instead, he felt loneliness only.
I offered him coffee. I went to the kitchen and took two cups of coffee. He was sitting in his room, so I went to him. He took his cup from me and thanked me, but was unable to take a sip.
I told him he's not alone. Look around. Husband and wife aren't the only relations people can have.
But he said he cannot see. That was what he was worried about. He felt the everlasting legal battle had been defining him. And then he surprised me by saying he hadn't let any woman other than me come close to his heart, but I belonged to someone else. Now since his personal battle was over, he felt blank. He was like, having no clue about what to do when he's free. For so long, he was teaching him not to think in favour of friendship. And without any friends now, he thought he would die a lonely man.
I sat on the bed with him and consoled him. I touched his hand. And when he looked into my eyes I saw how vulnerable he was. He wasn't the boss fellow whom I loved to hate. He was a man who needed affection. I could not stop my heart from being too warm. On a momentary slip, I kissed him.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him. I felt it would make him feel better."
Meera stopped talking, with her head down. I had to look closely to see her eyes weren't closed completely.
"And then?"
I asked after a few seconds of waiting.
"He was slightly taken aback by my move. But he kissed me back. He kept the coffee cup down and then he kissed me back."
Meera did not speak further, for another long moment. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. She was lost in her memory. She was struggling to find words to explain it without making me hurt, I felt.
"And then?"
I asked.
"Then it happened, Krish. His response was natural and I could not stop him. No, I didn't want to stop him. I didn't want him to stop..." Meera paused for a second to throw a weak glance at me. "He was still not completely into it. He told me it's been years since he kissed someone. I asked him if he did not like it. He said he's thinking about being right and wrong, and I assured him that it's my part and I'd handle it. That's how I let him know my guards were completely down. He turned to me and kissed me, this time it felt like an actual kiss. This time his arms went around me, one hand behind my head and the other around my front. We kissed for long enough to be lost, and I let him lay me on the bed. I let him do everything."
Her voice became so weak that I barely could hear it. I sighed.
"You don't have to tell me if you can't speak. You should stop thinking about it for a while."
I said, hiding my curiosity to know further.
"I am so ashamed of it, Krish. While doing it I felt I had the power to help him. I did it out of empathy, but it would not have happened without any feeling. I did not think about you, Krish. I forgot you."
She cried and leaned on my shoulder. I hugged her tight.
"Forget it. Don't you remember what you told me the other day? We're a couple much open than we think. It's a slip but it's not the first time we're doing it. I am sorry for what happened but at the same time, I have to tell you that I am glad that it happened because you liked him. I know, no husband in the world can speak to his wife like this, but I am not an ordinary husband. Neither are you, an ordinary wife. We can move on. Only thing is that you must promise me that you can do move on."
"I want to move on, baby. I want to move on."
"Then be proud of being honest to me."
"I don't want to lie to you, Krish. I have lied to you in the past, but it was because we were no ordinary couple. I was scared of normalising our mistakes. That's why I had to lie to you. But this time, lying about it would normalise what happened. I did mean to help him but I didn't mean to hurt you, Krish. You are my everything."
"You are my everything too, I love you."
I patted her shoulder. As I hugged her, my lips pressed below her ear and she moved away from me as if it shocked her.
"I should take a bath, again."
She blurted.
That's when I realised she was still on the saree. The same saree she had taken off for another man.
"Again?"
I wondered.
"I had taken a bath at his place, but I need another one."
She said.
I nodded.
What is that Ashish did to her that needed her to take bath twice? I wondered as she went to the washroom. They must have done much more than simple and empathetic sex.
The thought was wild enough to make me desperate. Desperate to know how they did it. Desperate to know how much she enjoyed it. Ashish hadn't had sex for years.  It was an easy guess that his body would have been so hungry for a woman. And my Meera willingly allowed him to satisfy his hunger. He would have used her lips, her breasts, her skin, her belly, her legs, her thighs and her pussy to satisfy his hunger. His arms and lips would have conquered her body.
I felt my body warm and my dick was hard in seconds. I stopped thinking and walked out to the balcony and watched the sky.
The sky was clear after the heavy rain.
 
I remembered Desai's words.
He had called me a cuckold. He had asked me to shag. He had warned me that my dick wouldn't fit in my wife's pussy again.
Bastard!
I clenched my teeth in anger.
I phoned him right away.
"You lied to me, didn't you?"
Desai laughed, "now feeling better, my friend?"
"You're such a rascal!"
"I was just joking, my dear. I hope you didn't quarrel with her."
"Do you think I would trust you just like that? What fun do you get out of this?"
"My fun was lost the moment I heard about the fire. It's not my property but I value my friends, you know that better than anyone. So, today was a bad day for me."
"So you thought you want to make mine bad too, didn't you?"
"Don't throw your fake anger at me. I'm damn sure your dick would have turned a rock since morning. You know the possibilities, and it won't let you stop thinking wild about me and Meera. So I didn't want to disappoint you. Be honest with me, Krish. When I said those things, didn't your heart beat faster? When I said you won't fit in there, you must have vowed yourself about doing exactly that, haven't you? Or have you already had the taste of her pussy, you lucky man?"
"Mind your words, Desai."
I blurted.
"Krish, I know you must have run to get to Meera with a hardness in your pants. Because the first thing a man wants to do to his freshly fucked wife is to fuck her brains out. Didn't you want to do it?"
"Fuck you, Desai. I'm a fool to have called you to hear this all. Bye."
I was going to disconnect the call.
"Wait for a second, Krish. Let's meet."
"For what shit I would be meeting you again?"
I almost yelled but I then kept my voice low as I was on the balcony.
"I have invited a friend tomorrow. I want you to meet her," Desai's voice was dreadfully calm.
"I don't want to meet your friend. I don’t want to meet you either."
"But my friend wants to meet you. Don't disappoint her."
"Who's that?"
"You'll know tomorrow. Anytime, you tell me."
I knew it was going to be his new plan. I didn't care to answer before I cut the call. 
I wondered if he was again playing his game with Ananya. I hadn't heard from her for since long.
But it was hardly a moment I could think of Ananya. My wife had again slept with another man.
How many? I wondered.
Shekhar. Armaan. Das. Desai. And now Ashish too.
Like I had told Meera a few minutes ago, I was relieved that it happened with Ashish, not with Desai. I was glad that it did not happen with Desai. When Desai told me those things, I believed him and it had taken half the life out of me. It was a realisation of how much I did not want that to happen. The feeling was even more horrifying because of the words he chose to tell me about the incident.
But one thing was true. After hearing his words, I had run to my wife. I had thought about how she would react to me. I had thought about my life after this. The thought of my dick not fitting in her pussy had haunted me for a few minutes. And I had indeed carried a hardness.
But in the end, when I came to know that Desai was just bluffing, I felt light, even though my wife had slept with another man anyway.
 
The rest of the day was silent. In the night, I tried to be cosy. I only wanted to comfort her.
But she excused herself and went to sleep soon.
 
The next morning when I woke up I could not get up from my bed. Visuals of my wife in bed with Ashish were forming in my head. I heard her heavy breathe, I heard her soft moans, I saw her face expressing the slight pain of another man's invasion into her body, and I saw her eyes closing in pleasure. I felt my dick waking up and my body getting tired. I knew where it would lead me and I stopped myself and got up.
There was no way I am going to welcome this. I had decided.
 
Later I asked her about her scooty. It wasn't in the parking.
"Oh, I forgot. I forgot it in Ashish's place." She said. "After what happened there I didn't remember anything. When I came out of his gate, I found an auto and I took it straight away."
I could understand her situation.
"Will you do me a favour, Krish? Will you bring it back? I don't want to go back in there."
She asked me. I nodded.
I later wondered if it was the same thing as buying a pill for my wife after she got laid by another man.
 
My manager called me soon. He said that the maintenance of the automatic sprinkler system in our office building was due for maintenance in the last four months. But it wasn't done and the boss had fried him for half an hour in the morning.
"The maintenance log book is under you, Krish. Why did you miss it?"
He asked and I had no answer. I had no idea about this.  I was still learning my job. But my excuse did not work.
"Your learning has cost the company too much, Krish. What have you done?"
I was sure I was the chosen scapegoat. But I had done the mistake too. I had no idea what to do. I was sure that I was going to lose my job.
 
Meera saw me gloomy and she asked me if I was worried about her.
"No, baby," I didn't want to tell her about the debacle and add to her worries. "I was wondering how to get your scooty back."
Meera suggested that I silently walked into the apartment parking and simply rode away. I agreed. After breakfast, I hired a cab and headed to Ashish's place. I found imaginary visuals of Meera lying on his bed, clad in her blouse and underskirt, having stripped off her saree, as I sat in the back seat of the cab. It left me with a sense of loss but I could not hate Ashish.
 
Then I got Desai's phone call.
"Krish, are you coming?"
"No," I said stiffly.
"It's a request, my friend. If I hurt you yesterday with my joke, then I am sorry. I want to meet you in person and apologise."
"I know it's a new trick," I said. "What about your friend, is she already there?"
"Forget it, Krish. It's not the time, I know. I have come to know the issues at your office. Come, we need to discuss it too."
I remembered my manager's call. Desai was surely the only option to save my job. I agreed and directed the cab driver to change the route.
 
When I reached Desai's place he was alone. There were no extra cars in his parking like last time.
No friends.
I decided that it would be my last visit to his place. I wondered if he was going to bargain for saving my job too.
I would spit on his face, then. I thought.
 
"Welcome, my friend."
Desai smiled and led me to his large living room. I consciously withheld my smile and he noticed it.
"I know you are very angry. I can understand. I am sorry, my friend. Scotch or whiskey?"
He began to pour into two glasses without waiting for my response.
Same old tricks. I thought.
There was no need to refuse. I took one glass.
"First thing first, Krish. I have come to know that you're being made into a scapegoat. Leave it to me. I'll handle it."
He said as he toasted.
"How? I did a mistake there."
I confessed.
"Who doesn't make mistakes, dear? It doesn't mean it's the end of the story."
I remembered Meera's sad face.
Mistakes.
But it felt much easier to sit with Desai after that. I was surprised that he did not bargain in exchange for saving my job.
"Yesterday was a bad day for me, friend."
He said later.
It was worse for me. I said in my mind.
"My friend wasn't in town. So I had to rush in there. I tried my best but I ended up getting late. Meera must have told you about it. How's her friend? She did not answer my call yesterday."
"He's okay,"
I said.
"He?" Desai gave me a suspicious look. "Meera told me it's a she."
It was a tongue slip from me.
"It's a he."
"Oh," Desai nodded slowly. "So she lied to me. Why would she lie to me?" He wondered.
"Maybe she would have expected you asking so many questions. Leave it."
I said.
"Do you know this friend?"
His question got me angry this time.
"I know about all her friends. Don't worry about it."
"Okay," Desai smiled. "Well, she sounded very genuine yesterday. I believed her right away. She's got the knack to fool someone."
"Desai, it would be better if you left my wife out of our conversation."
I said.
"I know I am making you angry, my friend.  Don't mistake me, I am just being a bit concerned about her. You are very confident, but I am not. I apologise once again for making you worry yesterday."
"How do you know you made me worry yesterday?"
I asked.
"It was in your voice. And I know you, Krish. Would you be honest if I asked you something?"
I just looked on, waiting for him to ask.
"When I told you that I have slept with Meera, did you believe it?"
"No," I said readily. "I trust my wife, Desai."
"Completely?"
"Completely."
"When you opened the door, when you saw her face, didn't you check her face for a sign, at least for one second, for any sign of it?"
I almost began to deny and then paused a moment to think of it. I did not want to be seen as a careless husband.
"Of course, I checked. I was curious to know if you had done anything forcefully. I saw she was okay and that's it."
"Forcefully?" Desai laughed aloud, "you know even Meera wouldn't think of me to force her for something."
"Yeah, but I know you are desperate. Who else does let go of fifty lakh for having just lunch with someone's wife?"
"It's not just a lunch. I still hope that she will let me sleep with her next Saturday, Krish."
I was stunned by his blatant display of confidence.
"I know you would ridicule my self-confidence. But I am sure you're more confident than me that it won't happen because you trust your wife so much. Otherwise, you wouldn't be letting your wife have lunch with me."
"I know you are trying to make a challenge to me. Saturday's lunch is Meera's word. I don't want to have a say in that."
"She's okay. She has promised me already."
"Yeah, she told me," I said. "What is your plan to get her to sleep with you, by the way?"
I remembered to smirk as I spoke.
My question made him pause for a moment first.
"My plan is..." he smiled while talking, "...is to have lunch and then invite her to my place. If she agrees, then it means she is ready to sleep with me again. I am sure she would do it. Because I had seen it in her eyes. When I pulled out my fully erect cock in front of her eyes, she gave it a look that I had been waiting for. She still longs for it, Krish. I still remember that sweet old night of us, when I showed her my thing, she was staring at it with a sense of admiration. That same old look, she had it this time too. And when she touched it, there was a hurry to wrap her fingers around it. For once, she was taken back to the old night. She wanted to shake it and she wanted to taste it, and she did both. I don't remember asking her to do it. She did it voluntarily. You heard the sounds, didn't you?"
I was so lost in his words that I could not think of what to say. He had already caught my secret.
"Yeah, I heard the sounds."
I admitted.
"Did she help you to listen to it all, or did you hide it in her bag or clothes?"
I knew I did a huge mistake by admitting it.
"She doesn't know."
I blurted.
"Mmm...So you don't trust her completely, after all."
He said with a smirk. 
The more I spoke, the more my character was being decoded.
"No, it’s you whom I didn't, Desai. I wanted to know how you were going to manipulate her. And it did its intended purpose."
"It must have done much more. It must have gotten you hard while listening to the sound of her sucking me. Didn't you notice the silence from her side once I pulled it out? That was because she was thrilled by it. And she expressed her thirst when she took it in her mouth voluntarily. I hardly said a word, you must have noticed it. Do you still have the recording?"
"No, I deleted it."
"Oh, man." He gave me a disappointed look. "Well, she did a fabulous job there. She's still very cunning. She knows to keep me waiting. That's why she just stopped before I came in her mouth. She wanted to swallow my cum, I am damn sure. Because she swallowed all my pre-cum and kept asking me if I was cumming. She was so thrilled by lapping up my pre-cum that she even welcomed my kiss. She was pushing her tongue inside my mouth. The next time, she would be shoving her tongue into my mouth after swallowing my cum. I will be tasting my cum from her mouth. It can be disgusting on another day but it's so hot when Meera does it. I will let her do anything to me, I swear."
I was becoming restless, but I didn’t want to get up and leave for some reason.
"You called me to listen to this crap of your imaginations. You think I am enjoying this?"
I asked, with fake anger.
"Tell me, Krish. Didn't you start leaking in your pants when you listened to the sound of Meera sucking my dick?"
"No."
"You are a bad liar, Krish. I can see it in your eyes. Anyway, I am hard by just talking about it. Aren't you hard by listening? If you think you did a mistake by deleting the recording, then I can help you, dear."
He grabbed a remote control from the centre table and switched on the music system. Then he grabbed his phone and played something. Exactly four seconds later, I heard Desai's voice from the music system.
"Now, my queen, please have a look at me.”
The voice was loud and clear. I heard his voice again after a short pause. "Not there, have a look.”
I had recognised the voice. It was the recording of what happened in Desai's car a couple of weeks ago.
“Can you recognise it?” I heard Desai's voice again, from the music system.
"Well, that's Meera's response to the sight of my dick, in its full size. You should have seen her face, buddy."
Desai told me. My heart had stopped.
"Stop it, okay? Let's go, Desai.” I heard Meera's voice.
And from there, it went on.
I listened to the sound of Meera trying to refuse but in the end forcing herself to hold Desai's dick and then proceeding to jerk it.
And then I heard his phone ringing. My heartbeats rose further when I heard my voice.
“Desai, I have something…”
“Hold on, Krish. Whatever you want to say, not now.”
Desai's quick interruption had me stammering then. His recorded voice got me silent now.
And soon I was trying to figure out my wife's sound in the background. The sound of her sucking Desai's dick. My heartbeats were so high to the point of being seen from the movement of my chest.
"This is exactly when she started sucking me, Krish."
Desai reminded me.
"Without any sort of compelling, except the urge by herself, she lowered her head to my lap and took my cock inside her mouth. It was a surprise, buddy. It was evident how much she had been longing for it since then. I could not talk to you after that. Perhaps she didn't want me to talk to you, or she was simply thrilled by the fact that you were talking to me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen that moment to voluntarily start it."
Desai went on.
He had a point I could never prove false.
But my mind was lost in the sound coming from the stereo. The non-stop sound of a blowjob. I was again transported to a moment I had already lived in the past. I felt my hardness would any time start aching now. 
 
To be cont’d…

[krish_999]

…cont’d

 
 
However, the doorbell rang suddenly, shocking us both.
"Oh shit," Desai said and quickly stopped the music system.
"It must be Maithrei." He got up. "Come, Krish, I don't want her to see you now."
He hurriedly led me to his bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
I hesitated.
I didn't know what he was doing. I didn't know why he was doing what he was doing.
"I'm going to give you a treat, wait here." He looked around and pointed to the bathroom. "You can hide in there."
"What? But why?
"No time to talk, buddy. I know you're hard by listening to the sounds. Now I'm going to give you some visuals. Where is your phone?"
"It's in the hall, on the table," I said. "What happened?"
"Nothing. It's good. Just go inside and don't come out."
He pushed me to the bathroom and closed the door. The doorbell rang again. I heard his footsteps going away.
I stood in the bathroom, unsure of what to do.
I'm going to give you a treat. He had told me. What did he mean by a treat?
I would learn what he meant in a few minutes.
The door was not completely shut. I heard him welcoming Maithrei inside. His voice was usually loud but I could not hear Maithrei's responses at all. I knew it was her only because I heard him calling her name.
Very soon I heard them coming to the bedroom. I became alert and closed the door completely. Is he coming for the treat?
He was, it soon turned out. I heard very few spoken words, but it was an easy guess to understand what was happening. I only heard heavy breathing along with some giggling, mostly from Maithrei.
“Aren’t you going too fast?”
I heard her voice.
“There’s no time to waste.”
Desai's voice carried a sense of hurry.
They were having sex. I felt a pang of disappointment without a clear idea of why. I leaned back on the bathroom wall as the things outside just got noisier.
"Take it off, honey. We don't need this," Desai was telling her. I heard no response from Maithrei other than the sounds of her removing her clothes. I wondered what was making her so obedient to him. I remembered the first time I had seen her. She was in her clinic and looked like a perfect doctor. Her area of expertise was the human mind. But it was just so easy for Desai to seduce her. Perhaps he only needed to let her know that his area of expertise was to fuck a woman her brains out. She must have been another desperate woman ready to fall into his trap.
I was lost in my thoughts for a few seconds. A loud moan from Maithrei woke me up.
"Aaaahh... Susheel...aaaah....!"
It was just the beginning.
"Mmm... You taste so good and fresh." Desai said after a while. "He didn't touch you this week, did he?"
"He's left me for you, the whole of me..."
"I love his generosity."
The man was not just licking her pussy but claiming it. Maithrei was lost in pleasure. Her moans became louder. I noticed the way he was dragging her husband into their conversation. 
He's gonna do that to me too. I thought. If he gets to fuck Meera.
For a moment I was further lost in an unwanted flash of dream in which I saw Meera lying completely naked in his bed with her legs split, with Desai's head buried between them. It wasn't a secret to me that Meera enjoyed being given tongue worship, but Desai's skills would mean she would be taken to higher lands of pleasure. Desai would not be just licking, but he would be fucking her with his tongue. She would cry out his name when he makes her cum with his oral skills.
"Susheel...aaah..."
I imagined her palm pressing behind his head, pulling him further into her. I swallowed.
"You know, all this beauty is getting wasted by your husband. You deserve much more fun."
Desai's words woke me up again.
"I am getting what I deserve," said Maithrei, "from you."
"I haven't given you enough, baby. Not yet"
"Well, I'm not going anywhere... Oh my God. Look at you. Why do you scare me like this, always?"
"Don't be scared of it. You can love it. You've loved it, haven't you?"
I couldn't stop my temptation to see what was happening as I felt they were changing the games. I had a gut feeling of what was going to happen. I opened the door slightly and peeped outside. I forgot to breathe for a moment as I saw his black penis in its monstrous form getting wrapped by Maithrei's soft fingers. It was way thicker than I imagined. As Maithrei's fingers moved around it, I noticed its bulgy middle portion and round head. Even though it didn't seem to have a noticeable superior length, I was sure in a split second why he told me my dick wouldn't fit in Meera's pussy after getting fucked by him. I was sure he would love to make it a reality when he gets the chance.
Desai's dick had caught my attention for a few seconds. Then only I noticed that they both were completely nude. Desai was on the bed, upon his knees and Maithrei was sitting on her knees. Her round breasts were hanging free, and I noticed her large brown nipples, semi-erect.
Maithrei was leaning forward, in fact, bending forward, and I knew what she was going to do. She held his dick with one hand and lifted it slightly while bringing her mouth to it. I watched her lips parting to the maximum to take him inside. She pushed herself onto it, and I saw it going further into her mouth before her hair fell over her face and denied my view. Desai's palms disappeared into her thick hair and he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Mmm… So good baby... mmm..."
I saw his buttock muscles becoming tight. 
Maithrei began to move her head back and forth. Her breasts swang back and forth in sync with her movement until Desai reached for them and crushed them with both hands.
The ache in my pants had become unbearable, and I lost my mind further as I saw Desai holding her head and moving his hip back and forth. I stopped peeping through the gap and closed my eyes. But it could not stop me from seeing. I saw him fucking her mouth, and choking her. I wanted to pull out my dick and start caressing it. I wanted to jerk it madly. My body was just waiting for a chance to release the pressure. But I didn't dare to touch it because I feared ruining Desai's bathroom floor with my cum.
Outside the door that I was hiding behind, Desai was fucking Maithrei's mouth. I heard the sound of it choking her in quick intervals. It went on and on. I thought about Meera going through the same experience as her, and it scared me. But it invariably made me harder. I hated it though.
The next time I peeped into the room was when I heard him stop. I saw him whispering into her and I could not hear it. But I knew what he meant. She moved backwards with a shy smile and he quickly knelt between her split thighs. He leaned over her, making her lie on her back, and put his left arm under her. He lifted the mid part of her body effortlessly and placed a pillow right under her bum.
"Ready, for some fun?"
I heard him asking as he adjusted between her thighs further. But he did not wait for her response. He simply guided his penis into her centre and pushed it.
"Aaaah..." Maithrei let out a loud moan. "Slow..."
"I love the voice that you make when I put it inside you..."
Desai said.
"It's not my  voice...it's my life going out of my body..."
Maithrei said with a giggle. She was already breathing heavily.
My eyes were trying to catch the sight of his dick going inside her. Even though I could not see it, the expression on Maithrei's face made me feel like I saw it.
He pushed again and another loud moan followed.
"You feel tight like last time. Didn't he touch you after that?"
He paused to ask. Her reply came after a second's delay.
"Don't you remember buying me? I come in whole."
"Well, I’ll say you are worth it," Desai retorted and made another push. This time he held it till he reached deep inside her. I could see the pain on Maithrei's face but I knew it would be moments before she would be lost in heaven.
And then it began. Desai fucked her harder and faster in a way that reminded me of how he had told me to do the same to Meera the other night. Maithrei became noisier with each passing minute. Her bum had skidded off the pillow, but it didn't stop Desai. He paused after a while to lift her legs to his shoulder and then resumed ramming into her. Maithrei's moans suddenly became cries.
"Ohhh...no... Susheel...Aaah...no...please...."
She looked in pain. She tried pushing away his thighs as they rammed against her. But Desai was unstoppable. The sound of his prick piercing her married pussy soon outdid her painful cries as the latter became less intense. After a while, he dropped her legs on the bed and lied on top of her. He locked his mouth completely and began to pound harder again. Maithrei's arms tried to reach around him for a while and then fell on the bed, tired, and she was completely exhausted by the assault. Desai's palm moved to her breasts to crush the softness without mercy and I felt she would faint any moment with this rigorous assault on her body. Maithrei let out a slight scream to make him stop for a while, and he arched inward to bring his mouth to her breasts. I saw his tongue swirling around her tit thirstily, and then bit it. He held his palm around her the soft melon to squeeze it and then sucked it. His bite made her cry.
"Aaaah...!"
It seemed like he was enjoying her cries. She did not want him to stop either. After a few seconds, his thick lips returned to her mouth. I saw his wet lips moving in circles around her soft lips before entering her mouth. It was disgusting yet arousing. I wanted to look away but I could not. His dick was still inside her. Just when I thought if he had come to an end, he started moving. Maithrei tilted her face to the left to break his kiss and gasped.
"Susheel...please go slow now..."
Desai was not in the mood to comply. Every thrust from his hip seemed a blow to her centre. With every strike, she let out a gasp. It went on and on, and I could hear his groans while going inside her. The centre of his king-size bed shook heavily with each strike.
Desai's groans peaked then and soon it eclipsed her moans. I was stunned by Desai's insane skill to make his woman surrender completely but I wasn't ready to accept it. I felt he should see her struggle to cope up with this all. I wanted him to stop.
Desai then let out a loud groan and made a few powerful thrusts more, filling her pussy with his cum. He panted heavily and kept pushing deep into her as if he wanted to deposit his sperm straight into her womb.
It was a devastating sight to witness.
It was even more devastating to think that he was planning to do the same to my Meera. With such brutal power, vigour, and absolute disregard for her wellbeing, he wanted to fill my wife's pussy with his cum.
My heart was beating so hard that I felt both Desai and Maithrei would hear it. The sound from the room had suddenly come to a halt, except that of heaving panting from both of them. I closed the door completely to stop my heartbeats from being heard, but not before I saw his bulky body rolling off her. Maithrei did not move at all.
My dick was now hurting very bad and the pain had now spread to my balls too. I felt thirsty.
I heard them talking indistinctively. Then I heard them getting up from the bed. I feared she would open the bathroom door any moment. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
She would be shocked, I knew. But, is it a part of his plan?
I did not know what to do. I anticipated her to open the door and scream out of shock. I looked for a place to hide, in panic, but there was nowhere to hide.
"Are you in a hurry?"
I heard Desai ask.
"Yeah, he's waiting for me," Maithrei said. Her voice was closer to the door, I thought.
"Does he know what you're doing here?"
"Yeah."
"Then I suppose you don't go to washroom now."
"What?"
"Go to him, give him a juicy kiss."
"What? No."
Maithrei was shocked and so did I. I felt he was trying to stop her from seeing me. But he was asking her to do much more.
"You will kiss him." Desai's voice came from a much closer source now. I felt he was standing next to Maithrei. "You will then ask him if he can taste the difference."
"You are so dirty. My lips have only one taste. Yours. I need a wash. You know, it's leaking."
"Wipe it off with a towel. Go to him. You will love it. Believe me."
The man was insanely creative and clever. I heard Maithrei trying to oppose him but she did not open the bathroom door. She did exactly as she was told; she got dressed and left. She kept calling him dirty and devil, but before she left she promised him that she was going to kiss her husband with the mouth that had was fucked by Desai's dick half an hour ago.
I stood like a statue in the bathroom even after knowing that she had departed.
I had learnt another shade of Desai's character. But the fact that he had revealed it to me all by himself had left me to wonder why. I wondered if he had done this all for me.
Eventually, Desai returned to the bedroom and opened the bathroom door.
"Krish, you can come out now."
He was properly dressed. But I saw sweat marks around his neck.
"What was that?"
I asked him while walking into the hall.
"That's how I make love. Did you see it? Don't tell me you were too embarrassed to look."
Desai spoke with a smile. I hated him.
"I saw what you did, Desai. Why did you want me to watch it?"
"Because I knew you'd like it. Today Maithrei will go to her husband and kiss him and then tell him what she's done. He'll already have got the taste of another man's dick from her lips. I fucked her mouth well, didn't you see? And do you know what will make him do?"
He looked at my clueless face and then went on, "he'll wish for more. He'll take her to bed and make love to her right away. He will drive his cock into her pussy which is already filled with my cum. He is going to send me a thank-note later."
I shook my head, pretending disgust. "No, it's wrong."
"Wrong?" Desai laughed, "did you fap inside my bathroom?"
"No, No," I said angrily.
"Good, good, my buddy. Now you go to Meera and I want you to make love to her. Imagine what I will be doing to her next Saturday. She'll be lying in my bed as Maithrei did, and she will moan louder. Maithrei could not stand my intensity, but Meera will. Meera will enjoy my thing inside her. She will do much more than what Maithrei did today. Because Meera and I will not have another chance after that. It's a one time experience. That's what makes it more special."
I forced a laugh. But I was shivering with anger now.
"You are such a mother fucker, Desai. You are disgusting. I am leaving," I grabbed my phone and began to leave, only to stop and ask, "but tell me one thing. Why the fuck do you think I'll let your plan become a reality? Why the fuck I'll let her have even the lunch with you after this?"
"Because I am giving you another offer; an offer that you'll not refuse."
I gave him a sharp look.
"What fucking offer is that?" I asked with a sense of calm, knowing that I am going to bury his offer whatever it may be.
"The next Saturday, when she leaves for lunch, you can come here. I'll leave my door open for you. There won't be anybody here. You can hide in the same bathroom. And you can see me walking in with Meera. I'll make love to her in my bed and you can watch everything. Everything, right in front of your eyes."
I was stunned.
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. I will then make love to her, I will let you watch when I eat her pussy. I will then fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while. Meera would never know that you were there. She will never know that you know. You will see the true, darkest side of your wife and she will never know. Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
 
I don't remember what I told him in response. I had fled his house like a coward from the battlefield. While going home I wished I had a gun in my hand. I imagined me driving back to his place and breaking into his house and shooting him in the chest. A cold-blooded murder, as in a crime thriller.
But I knew I was not creative enough. The creative one was Desai, who was full of wild tricks.
Why did he think I would let him do those things to my wife?
I had another hundred reasons to hate him. I had decided that I was not going to let the lunch happen. I was going to tell Meera not to do it, unconditionally. I was going to tell her that I loved her so much that I would not do anything that's even remotely dangerous for her.
However, the visuals of what I had witnessed in Desai's room was coming back to my head. The sound of Maithrei's painful cries returned to my ears. The sight of her welcoming an orgasm through those painful moments came alive in my head again.
 
I hired a cab to Ashish's place and found Meera's scooty in his parking. It was the evidence of my wife's betrayal. She had failed to keep her promise and she had compromised. She had let herself undergo the experience of yet another man enjoying the most intimate part of her body and soul. She had allowed another man to kiss her, and to penetrate her married pussy with his dick and fill it with his sperm.
She had confessed to me, but I had no idea how much she had enjoyed it. She had cried after sinning, but I had no idea how she had felt while doing it.
I wondered if she too had moaned like Maithrei, in Desai's bed.
I wondered if she would moan like Maithrei did, in Desai's bed.
"You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her."
I did not want to think further.
 
Back at home, I found Meera getting ready for a puja event at one of our neighbourhoods. I also got ready and followed her. The hosts welcomed us with warm smiles. Most of the residents were invited and the house was overcrowded with guests. I felt the social event would be a change for both Meera and me from the ongoing adversities.
The puja was over soon. While having food, I saw the Meera, sitting on another table, in a light conversation with two young men from the top floor. They were brothers and twins, one elder to the other by a few minutes. The younger one was having most of the talking to Meera, while I noticed the elder one was just ogling at Meera. I soon realised that he was trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. As Meera was sitting and the young man was standing, the latter was getting an ample view of it.
It was just a small incident but I later realised that these moments were quite common in everyone's life. I would forget the incident as soon as it was over.
 
Later in the evening when I tried talking to Meera, she refused.
"Krish, please. I don't want to talk about it. I am trying to forget it. I think that's the only option to get over it."
"You shouldn't have told me if you weren't ready, baby," I said. "If it helps to get over the guilt feeling, I mean."
Meera just looked on.
"We've got to forgive each other. Whatever happened was a bad dream, isn't it? It'll be forgotten."
Meera's eyes became wet again. She hugged me.
"Promise me you'll never stop loving me, Krish. You are everything to me."
I hugged back, "I'll never stop loving you. You are everything I have."
I tilted my head and pressed my lips into her neck. The fragrance of her soft skin outdid that of her shampoo. Her body felt soft against my body. My arms moved around her back. I felt welcoming her back to me. I felt my erection suddenly back, along with the pain that was vanished for a while. I cupped my palms around her face and looked into her eyes.
"You are everything I have. I'll never stop loving you."
I kissed her and she kissed me back. The taste of her soft lips was back in my mouth. It felt softer and warmer than ever. I opened my mouth and began to suck her lips desperately. My palm moved behind her neck and I tried to dart my tongue into her mouth.
But she moved away.
"Krish, please. I am not ready."
I was disappointed. My dick was already grown to a full size.
"Yeah, I know. It's okay."
I whispered, hiding my disappointment.
I knew she needed time and I was ready to give her time to move on. However, my bodily wants were making me desperate for her attention. I wanted to be cared for and loved. I wanted her to come back to me. I wanted her to move on and become mine again.
In other words, I was the husband who was itching to fuck my wife again to reclaim my authority as her man.
But the more she kept me waiting I felt I was being stopped by Ashish. It was his memory that was stopping Meera from joining me. I wondered why it was so difficult to move on. Was it too good?
It made me curious about what they would have done at his place. I wanted to know how they did it. I wanted to know every bit of details. The visions of Maithrei moaning in pleasure reappeared from my memory. I felt Meera too would have gone through the same experience with Ashish.
He was a man who had not touched a woman for years. Having slept like a forgotten ghost for so long, the hungry monster inside him would have unleashed itself out of him. My wife would have had an experience of a lifetime when he subjected her to his brutal power and lust. He would have made her cry in pain, scream in pleasure, and be lost in the ultimate joy of receiving.
I walked around the house like a wild animal trapped in a cage. I wanted to run into the wild but I was helplessly restricted.
Later, when Meera went for the evening walk I went to my bathroom and pulled it out. The ache was at its peak. I ran my fingers around it and resorted to furious shaking very soon. I saw Meera lying in the bed completely naked and Ashish climbing on top of her. I visualised Meera's arms making a circle around his naked body. I saw their lips merging. I wished if Meera had told me more about it. I wished if I could hear the sounds of their lovemaking. I wished if I was there when it was happening.
"Don't you want to see it?"
Desai's voice echoed in my head.
I saw Desai's body arching inward with sheer force to drive his thick meat into my Meera's pussy with repeated groans. The image of his black dick and its bulgy middle portion came to my mind. I thought it would be parting her pussy lips in such a way that I wouldn't fit inside her for a few days. I imagined Meera trying to throw her arms around him and failing due to loss of energy and due to incessant ramming on her body. I saw her soft lips being sucked into his mouth and her tongue being massaged by his dirty tongue.
I saw Desai's tobacco-stained teeth making deliberate marks on her tits. I tried to imagine her pain when he drove his dick deeper enough to reach the walls of her womb.
"I will then fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her."
I heard Meera's cries. "Aaaah... Susheel... aaaah... oh my god... aaaah... Susheel...."
She was crying, but she was also begging for him to do more.
"Fuck me, harder, Susheel... mmm... yes... aaah... fuck me like that... Aaaah... it's so good... keep going... don't stop..."
I imagined myself hiding in his bathroom and witnessing this devastating event. Devastating for me but exhilarating for Meera.
"Everything would happen in front you of your eyes," it was Desai's promise. "She will never know that you know. You will see the true, darkest side of your wife and she will never know.
My eyes were closed as my hand moved faster, back and forth, on my dick. I was envisaging a moment I had hated to even think about for so long, but now I was just drooling with lust at the imaginary visuals of it. I had completely given in to Desai's idea that Meera had enjoyed the night with him so much that deep inside her she was longing to live it again. She was longing for him, secretly. The only thing that was stopping her was her love for me. The only thing that was stopping her was that she would have to confess to me about it.
What if she never had to confess? What if she could do it secretly? What if she was sure that I would never find out?
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. I will fuck her and you will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while."
I was sure that everything he told about Meera was possible. Only if I let him.
"You can watch everything... right in front of your eyes."
I was already watching it right in front of my closed eyes. I saw my Meera writhing in pain and pleasure as Desai gifted her an orgasm.
An orgasm she had been being teased about for so long.
My fapping had brought me on the verge of cumming. I did not stop. My hands and my imagination went faster and I saw Desai groaning like an animal while unloading his hot sperms into the deepest place of my wife's pussy.
"Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
I heard Desai's voice again as I shot a huge burst of cum on the bathroom wall. I lost my mind and I let out a groan, "Yes, I want to see it!"
 
 
 
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Guys I start writing new chapter after one day's break from the last chapter. And still it takes me one week to complete the next one.
The next episode, I expect to post it on Thursday.

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Tonight a go.
Waiting for tomarow

It's not ready guys. The next chapter is on Sunday. Sorry for the delay.

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 Chapter - Twenty two

Regret is a strange emotion. It can make you act in ways that you cannot foresee. But what makes it stranger is that sometimes you don't feel it even when you know you've done the wrong.
A first-time full-fledged imagination of Meera submitting herself to the insane pleasure of mating with Desai was supposed to cause regret immediately after. However, even after bringing myself to a thundering ejaculation, my subconscious mind refused to be ashamed. It was a first time experience. Perhaps I wasn't satisfied with just shooting on the wall.
I wanted more though I wasn't just sure what it was.
My arousal was not diluting. I wondered if it was because deep inside I had a hunch that one day Meera was going to make those crazy visuals real. I was still not in agreement with myself that I wanted to see it. Consciously I even tried to believe that I would hate the idea. But I also had to acknowledge that the hatred was not as intense as before. Neither was it spontaneous.
I had to force myself to hate Desai.
It wasn't easy to figure out why the thought of Desai suddenly stopped to repulse me. First I thought it would be because of what I had witnessed at Desai's house. He was so good at banging a married woman that a part of me would want to see him do it to my wife. But the next moment I thought it wasn't true. I had already seen him conquering Ananya in her marital bed. My hatred for him had only increased then.
Then I wondered if I was impressed by Desai's charisma or the effort he put up to win over my wife. But there was no reason to see why it suddenly made me fantasise about him having sex with her.
I remembered the other night when Tejas stayed with us and Meera caught me wanking.
"You're still that old Krish. You'll never learn. You still want to live a cuckold's life!"
Meera had yelled at me.
Remembering her voice made me more restless than contemplating whether her words were true. I was not ready to ask myself if I was still that old Krish. I was simply not okay with Meera thinking I was still that old Krish. I was not ready to go back to the old life.
But then why are you so horny?
My dick was hard, even after such a vigorous session of masturbation. The only way to satisfy myself was, I thought, to have sex with Meera.
But unfortunately, she wasn't ready. She remained silent and particularly gloomy after her evening walk. She took a quick shower and settled in the bed quietly.
I knew she was in pain. I felt sorry for her. I wanted to take her back in my arms and console her. I wanted to kiss her and tell her that she was forgiven. I wanted to tell her that my love for her was still intact.
But my erection was unusually strong and I didn't want her to find it.
 
Late into that evening, Ashish phoned Meera. She hesitated to answer the call. She looked at me and I hesitated gestured her to talk.
"It's okay, baby,"
I said.
Meera picked up the phone.
"Hello,"
I couldn't hear Ashish's voice from the other side. I left her alone and went out of the room.
Later I asked her about it. 
"He asked me if I was okay. And if I was still feeling guilty. I told him that I've told you."
She said.
I was surprised. 
"What did he say?"
"He said I did the right thing."
I shook my head, "You too did the right thing by telling him that I know. There's no need to play dumb."
 
But it did not help her overcome the guilt. She remained gloomy for the rest of the day. As she fell asleep facing away from me, I turned to her and kept watching her. I looked at her curves and remembered the insane visuals I had while masturbating in the evening. I tried to question myself that why I wasn't ashamed of imagining those visuals. I rebuked myself for mentally accepting that I wanted to see it happen. I finally regretted having those thoughts but deep inside me had a dreaded feeling that my body was craving to make it a reality.
The only thing I wished for was that I didn't want it to happen immediately. Meera's latest escapade with Ashish had inscribed one thing on my subconscious mind. That the only thing I could do was to delay it.
 
The night was long enough to make me delve into the thoughts of what Meera would have done with Ashish and that she would do with Desai. I imagined Ashish running his hands over her naked body and Meera welcoming him with a shy smile. I then compared it with another visual of Desai on top of her. He would be a hungry beast who wouldn't hold back until he satisfied his hunger of two years. I couldn't imagine a shy smile on her face. Desai's thick and wet lips would spoil the softness of her lips. I saw him splitting her legs and arms wide apart and pounding hard into her, making her cry out his name. 
"I wanted to do this for so long. Now I'm finally doing this, bitch," he would groan.
My hardness which was hidden for a while under my loose clothes since the evening was becoming very visible again. I slowly got up and went to the toilet. I visualised Desai filling my wife's pussy with his cum and wanked. This time I made sure I did it quietly but I still ended up shooting another huge load in the closet.
I knew it was going to be a routine.
 
 
In the morning Meera stayed in bed for longer than usual. She said she's taking a day off.
"I don't want to face him, Krish."
She said.
"Do you want to forget him?"
I asked and put my hand around her. She tried to move my hand away but I insisted.
"I know Ashish is in your head. He's in my head too. But I think the only way to move on is to look at ourselves. Me and you. I love you, Meera."
I put my palm behind her head and kissed her. She didn't respond at first, but then I started sucking her lips until I felt the stiffness of her body loosening. She responded slowly. I pushed myself to climb on top of her and began to remove her top. She protested.
"No, Krish."
"Don't stop me, Meera," I said. "I want you now. Let me claim what is rightfully mine. You are mine only."
My erection was already poking onto her and I was desperate to give it to her. Meera stopped resisting and I removed her top. I quickly removed her bra too and I saw a couple of bite marks on her breasts. Ashish's bite marks!
I couldn't hold back from grabbing her breasts and sucking them and a made sure I licked around those marks. 
"You're mine, Meera. You're mine only," I whispered. I saw tears in her eyes.
I stopped for a second but she wiped them quickly.
"I’m not ready, Krish." 
She said.
“You don’t have to be ready, baby… stop going back to your past and look with regret.”
I whispered.
I was not in the mood to stop. I removed the rest of her clothes and my lips ran all over her body. I was beginning to imagine myself as Desai and it aroused me beyond belief. When I removed my clothes I looked at my dick and imagined it as thick as Desai's. I held Meera's palm and made her hold my dick. She moved it lightly with her shaky fingers and I imagined the pleasure Desai would get when she does the same to him. I felt her fingers would shake even more.
When I split her legs and saw her pussy lips, I wondered how she was going to adjust to Desai's thick one. I had become Desai by the time I pushed it inside her. Meera let out a gasp and I heard a loud cry in my head. It was Desai who was fucking her in my mind. I fucked hard and soon Meera's arms were around me, even though they weren't embracing me. It drove me crazy when I imagined her welcoming Desai's assault on her married pussy. I came hard with a groan but I pulled out in time. My cum spoiled her beautiful navel.
"I'm safe, idiot."
Meera laughed, though her eyes were still wet.
"Oh really?"
I laughed too. I grabbed her panty and wiped it. I looked at her and she smiled at me. Her mood was improved. I bent forward and kissed her. She kissed me back and this time she actively did it. 
"Oh my baby, I can't stop it," I blurted and the next moment I guided my dick back into her pussy.
"Krish..."
Meera moaned. I was welcome.
I fucked her for another ten minutes before I found myself on the edge again.
“Tell me you are mine, baby,” I gasped and kept pounding harder.
No one can take you away from me. I told myself as I felt it was Desai who was going to fill her pussy with his cum.
"I'm yours only. I'm yours..."
Meera cried. My response was a groan as I filled her with another load of cum which I deposited deep inside her.
 
The morning sex helped her for sure. She seemed much relaxed after that. But she didn't change her decision to take a day off from work. 
I too decided to take a day off but I could not. I got a phone from my office that my boss wanted to see me.
 
I reached my office late and found my footing in danger. I was blamed for not ensuring the maintenance of the automatic sprinkler system. I honestly had no clue about it.
My manager told me in the face that I was going to lose my job.
"I'll advise you to start looking for a new one already,” He said.
I called Meera and told her what my manager had said.
“Don’t worry. I am here even if you lose this one. We are good.”
She said.
She sounded better. I was glad she was recovering.
 
I spent the whole day in my office anticipating my boss calling me to his office and firing me. However, it would not happen even by the end of the day.
“You are very lucky, Krish.”
My manager told me.
I found my breather back. I knew it was not luck.
It was Desai who saved my job. The thought left a smile on my face as I wondered how many times he’s gonna help me out.
Just because of one reason.
I had no other way than to mentally thank him and this time I did it wilfully.
 
I left early in the evening. When I reached home, Meera was watching tv. I sat down with her and I told her that I didn't get fired. 
"I think Desai spoke for me," I said.
"Why would he speak for you if you had done something wrong?" Meera wondered.
"He must have done it to impress you," I said with a smirk.
"Well, I am impressed then," Meera scoffed. "Call him up and thank him. Tell him that I am ready to sleep with him too."
I was stunned by her anger.
"Meera..."
I held her close. She pushed my arms away.
"Why are you linking everything happening in your life with me? Desai... Desai... Desai... what the hell is this? Your job is saved, okay; but it's not necessarily him. It could be because your boss would have realised that you are not at fault."
"Yeah, that's also true," I said instantly to calm her down.
I certainly did not think it was true. Because Desai had told me that I had nothing to worry about my job. And I knew it was him who saved my job.
 
Meera's phone rang. I saw Desai's name on the display and my heartbeats shot up instantly.
Meera looked at the phone and me sharply, and then picked up the phone.
"Hello."
Her voice was stiff. She got up and began to walk towards the bedroom and then stopped midway.
"Nothing is happening on Saturday, Susheel. Don't try to pressurise me."
Her voice got just stiffer. I guessed Desai might have asked about Saturday's plan. Apparently, his phone call was at the wrong time. But I was stunned by the way their conversation progressed as Meera gave him no space to defend his motives.
"Why are you so desperate, Susheel? Why the fuck you can't understand that I don't want to sleep with you? In which language should I tell you, Susheel?"
I could not hear Desai's voice at all but I could imagine him struggling to reply to her.
"You call it lunch, dinner or breakfast but I know you only want to sleep with me. Do you think it's fun to sleep with one today and another with tomorrow? Your brain is always filled with other women. The only thing you want to do in your life is to fuck many women before you die. What about your personal life? Do you have a heart? Can you make a family? You think you are determined to do whatever you want in your life. I challenge you to stop being a womaniser, then. Stop fucking around. Find a woman and make a promise to yourself that you won't look at another one other than her. Can you do that? I dare you. You can't, because for that, you'll have to find a perfect one. You can't find a perfect one because your eyes are shifting from one to another, always. You want to impress me but you also want to boast about fucking Maithrei. Tomorrow you'll find another one and you will move on. Why don't you move on already? Consider that I never happened in your life. Forget having mercy on me, hell; have mercy on you to consider that we never met."
Words were flowing freely from her heart and I was left speechless for a few minutes. I sat there staring towards Meera even after she cut the call and disappeared to the room.
I felt ashamed of fantasising about Desai and her. She hated him so much, and her husband was nurturing secret fantasies about her having wild sex with him.
 
I was glad though, that I hadn't even made a hint about what was going on inside my mind.
I got up and walked over to the room.
Meera was standing near the dressing mirror and I hugged her from behind.
"I know you are very angry. It's all because of me. I should have understood that you are going through a bad phase. It's my fault."
Meera turned to face me. Her eyes were wet.
"I'm worried, Krish," she spoke softly. "I'm worried that I'm gonna end up losing you."
"No, baby. I love you so much. I will never let you go," I said.
"People don't play with their love as you do with yours, Krish. I know you will not stop loving me. But there will come a time when your love won't be enough if you don't respect your love."
"Stop overthinking, baby. Stop these all negative thoughts. Nothing can stop us from loving each other."
I wiped the tears off her eyes before they dropped down. I held her face with both palms and brought it forward to land a soft kiss on her forehead. She hugged me tight and I felt good.
Even though she stopped talking further, I felt she was holding back a storm in her mind.
 
 
As Meera went to the evening walk, I walked down the street to meet someone. While coming back I had a small chat with our gatekeeper Sadashiv. He asked me if I was stressed about anything. I was surprised.
"I have been noticing it for a while. You don't look happy as earlier."
He said.
"No. There is nothing like that. But there was a small incident at my workplace."
I went on to talk about the fire accident.
 
I mentioned it to Meera when we went to sleep.
"Even our gatekeeper can see that we are going through a rough patch. It's not worth worrying about, baby. We have to move on."
Meera nodded.
"I am trying."
She said.
I moved close to her as we lay in the bed. But she protested right away.
"Don't think about it, Krish. Please," she requested albeit with a tone of warning.
I was taken aback.
"What happened?"
"I know you're aroused because your wife is fucked by someone. But please try to understand that I'm not thinking good about it. I don't want to celebrate it. Please leave me alone for a while."
"Come on Meera," I said sternly. "This is not fair."
"What is fair, Krish? I know you. I know what is going inside your head. You are one step away from  forcing me to have sex with you."
"You are assuming too much. You will only get me angry. Let's stop talking like this."
"You are getting angry? Do you get angry about anything, Krish?"
"What is your point, Meera? Tell me that first!"
My voice rose. Meera lay silently for a while and then spoke.
"The twin brothers in our top floor, Harish and Girish - do you remember them chatting up with me during the puja yesterday? Both the brothers have been friendly with me since the time I can remember. During the puja, Girish asked me out to go on a film with them. I was puzzled because my obvious response was a no. What puzzled me is that I wasn't able to tell them that I am married and I can't go to films and others with other guys. It's easy on the outside but not inside. Because unconsciously I believe that if I ask you for permission, you might allow it. That's your reputation, Krish. And what is my reputation? It's that I would enjoy it when I am with other guys. Krish, my point is that there are times when I want you to stop me. I want you to be angry and frustrated when I come home and tell you I slept with a random guy, no matter what the circumstances are. But what did you do? You easily forgive me. You find reasons to tell me that it's okay. I am afraid that these are leading me to the same path. If I go there again, this time I will lose you forever, Krish. I am scared of that."
Meera turned to me as she brought her speech to a closure.
Her fear was genuine but I wasn't ready to admit it.
"You are overthinking the whole stuff, Meera. You are feeling guilty for what happened, that's why you think so negative about this."
I said.
"Yes, I am guilty. I feel guiltier than ever before this time I can't blame you. I can't even blame Ashish because he didn't try to seduce me. It is me who crossed the line. Why did I do that? Am I a desperate woman who's just looking for sex?"
Her voice was filled with anguish. I put my palm over hers.
"I suggest you look at it a bit differently. You didn't want to have sex with him. Even when you kissed him, you didn't want to have sex. But it happened because that is what happens when a young woman and man come closer in a lonely place and kiss. There was no affection, right?  I can relate to this because this was what happened between me and Ananya long ago. It was something that would have happened between you and Sunny. My phone call stopped you. I'm sure you would have stopped Ashish too if there was a silly intervention like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Don't look for excuses to blame you. I am not angry with you because I know it happened accidentally. He didn't seduce you. He only had your empathy. You thought he was in pain and you wanted to help him recover. Unfortunately, the phone call from his lawyer came when you both were alone. If the carpenter was also there, would you have done it? If you were somewhere like a coffee shop and let's say you hugged him to console him, would you have ended up having sex with him?"
"No."
"That's my point. It just happened. And looking at you I guess you didn't even enjoy it. So why so much fuss about it?"
"I have enjoyed it. I don't want to lie to you," she said quickly.
I stared at her for a moment.
"You did?"
It was a revelation I didn't expect her to make. Perhaps it was something I didn't want her to confess. Her confession pierced into my heart.
Meera had noticed my subtle response.
"Are you hurt?"
Her voice was soft.
"I would be lying if I told you I'm not hurt," I said. "But I am more like jealous..."
"I am sorry."
"Are you again looking for an excuse to regret? Ashish is young and has been longing for a woman's warmth. So it would be wrong to expect him to fuck up the only chance."
"But it's not just about me, Krish. It hurts me because you are seeking kinky fun even from my horrendous mistake. My betrayal didn't upset you one bit. Don't you love me?"
Her question now made me go weak.
Didn't I love her? Does she exist in my life only for sex?
"It's not like that, Meera. I am only trying to make you forget what happened. I know I am equally responsible for what happened. I encouraged those fantasies, and I always do. Because they are part of our intimacy. Your slipping doesn't make them all wrong, suddenly."
Meera shook her head sideways. "Your being responsible for something I did myself doesn't make me feel any better, damn it! I wonder what would be your reaction if I had gone to Desai's place and slept with him. You'd say it's all your mistake and that's it!" 
"There is no need to drag Desai into it, Meera. This is not about him."
I said sternly.
"Yes, I know it's not about him. Do you know what is making me so scared about sleeping with Ashish? While having sex with him I was so confident about my freedom to do what I was doing. He was hesitant at one point, saying he didn't think it's morally right. I told him to leave that part to me. Because I was confident that you wouldn't mind it. What does it mean, Krish? Doesn't it mean I can sleep with anyone out there and your response would be restricted to arousal? I am disappointed by my behaviour, immediately after the incident. But there is no sign of such reaction from you. Instead, you are just horny. It makes me think you love your erection more than me."
"It's not what you think, Meera. I love you. I am just happy that you are back with me. You told me you don't want to celebrate the incident. Neither do I. But I want to celebrate your coming back to me. That's it. I am content with you feeling sorry about it. What else should I ask you to do? Dip your hand in boiling water?"
Meera gave me a long gaze.
"Will you be honest with me if I ask you one thing?"
She asked.
I nodded, "Yes."
"Haven't you masturbated thinking about me and Ashish?"
She was looking into my eyes. I knew she was ready to catch me lying.
I held my breath and spoke. "No."
Meera stared at me for a few more seconds before she looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't make out whether I was caught or not.
"I want to be your wife and live my whole life so," Meera said after a long gap.
"Are you worried that it's going to happen again, baby?"
I asked slowly.
"No." She said after a quick thought. "No way."
I turned my body to face her.
"Then let me celebrate that word, at least."
I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. Meera let out a sigh.
"You will never change," she mumbled before I kissed her. I sensed welcome in her breathing and it was more than enough for me. I forgot everything she spoke and invaded her mouth with my lips and tongue. My arms and legs drew circles around her. There was no sign of protest, this time. My erection which was temporarily weakened by the argument was suddenly back. And the first thing I wanted to do was to shove it inside her pussy which I knew was mine only. And within a few minutes from there, I found myself pushing it harder and harder into her. I did not hesitate to show how horny I had become. My mind ran wild and I became Ashish and Desai while racing toward a gigantic eruption of lust and greed and jealousy. And I stopped only after I filled her with a huge load. I felt so satisfied and consumed that I fell asleep right away.
 
The next morning when I opened my eyes, she was not in bed. She was in the kitchen.
When she came to give me the morning coffee, I kept the cup aside and grabbed her hand.
"Sit with me."
I insisted and put my arms around her. She relented and I slowly pressed my lips below her ear, on the neck.
"Kreeesh...!" She called with a warning tone. I ignored it completely and tilted her head to kiss her lips. Then I pushed her down on the bed. I had become hard again. Meera began to protest only to give up after a second. She lay still as I raised her skirt and lifted her legs to remove her panty.
"I love you, baby," I whispered before guiding my fully grown rod into her. I split her legs and lowered my body to lock her under me, and fucked her furiously. I was left panting in a few minutes, and I fell exhausted soon after spurting my load inside her.
 
The bedtime talk and the subsequent love making sessions seemed to work better for Meera. She was ready to go to work before I got up from bed.
"Are you ready to face him?"
I asked her while having breakfast.
"I am ready to face anyone."
She said, confidently. I smiled.
 
 
Desai visited me at work. He didn't look like the bossy person I knew all along. He asked casually about the fire incident but I knew he wasn't there to talk about the fire.
And he came to the subject very soon.
"I had a brief chat with Meera yesterday, Krish," he spoke with an unusually low voice. "I don't want to hide anything from you. She came down hard on me. She doesn't want to sleep with me, Krish. I have come to understand that. What happened two years ago was my sheer luck. And what happened recently was only because of my manipulations. I manipulated both of you guys. I was greedy. I was seduced by fantasies about her. Yesterday she told me my heart is filled with women only. She's right, Krish. I put so much effort around to impress them. In the end, what do I get? A few minutes of sex?"
My eyes were on his teeth as he went on. It looked clean, devoid of tobacco stains. He had undergone a teeth-cleaning procedure. I wondered if he had done it to increase his chances with Meera. Invariably I thought it was a nice idea, albeit it came a tad too late.
"There is no point in repeating how she skinned me with rejection and sarcasm. She succeeded in one thing. To make me turn around and look back into my own life. I am glad it came from her. You've been telling me no. But I never considered it. She called you a cucky husband and I thought you might enjoy it. I have seen your erection. I still believe that I can make you say yes to my wish, one day. But Meera, no! She is just... She's way above my reach. You are one guy with a hell lot of luck, I mean no offence. I came to apologise, Krish. I came to tell you that I won't be a trouble for you. Not anymore."
"I am glad to hear that, Desai."
I said.
"I had called Meera yesterday to talk about Saturday's lunch. But I don't think it's happening. She hates me so much. I don't know if she would change her mind. If she comes for the lunch, then I will consider myself extremely lucky. And I promise you that I will be gentlemanlike. I won't try to manipulate or seduce your wife. I don't think I will do that to anyone's wife, dear. That's something I have to thank Meera for. I wish to do that in person on Saturday."
"I will think about it, Desai," I said. "But if you want to be a friend of her, then I suggest you stay away from her for some time."
 
When he left I remained in my seat, wondering if it was another trick.
Is he trying to get her to have lunch with him somehow?
I was sure that he had exhausted all his ideas. He had even got his teeth cleaned to look like a gentleman. There was no further evidence needed to understand how desperately he wanted to win her back.
He just can't let her go!
I remembered what Meera had told me on the previous night.
"I wonder what would be your reaction if I had gone to Desai's place and slept with him."
It meant Meera had indeed thought about going to Desai's place and sleeping with him. The thought made my body warm again.
I closed my eyes and imagined Meera walking into his house, with Desai walking behind her, for a moment. I felt something growing inside me and I opened my eyes.
I wondered if the same thoughts would come to her mind on Saturday if lunch happened. She had confessed to me that she had enjoyed the sex with Ashish. And she had gone to work after two day's so-called depression. Give it another couple of days, and she would be smiling at him. She would be thinking warmly about him. And I was sure she would eventually confess to me that she would love to do it again!
My heartbeats were rising and my body was becoming warmer. I could not stop walking to the toilet and pull out myself. I closed my eyes and thought about Meera making out with Ashish in his bed. I saw her adoring the sight of his dick being pulled out of his pants. I jerked slowly as my imagination ran wild and I could not stop myself from visualising her walking into Desai's house.
By the time I flushed another load of my cum in the toilet, I had decided that I wouldn't stop her from having that lunch.
 
When Meera reached home that evening, I asked her about her day in the office.
She said it was ordinary. Ashish stayed away from her. But there was nothing new in that because that was how he used to be.
"Now we have left it behind. It's time to forget it."
I said.
 
In the evening Sadashiv visited me soon after Meera left for the evening walk. It was the first time he was entering my house.
"I want to tell you about something, Krish sir. I came to seek your forgiveness," he said with a sad voice.
"What happened?"
I didn't hide my surprise.
"I know why you have been stressed for a few weeks. I know you've lost something valuable."
I was alert suddenly.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I am the one who sneaked into your house to steal that briefcase."
"What?" I was stunned. "You?"
"Not just me. Didn't you show me a man's photo the other day? He asked me to do it. He paid me fifty thousand rupees for the help."
I remembered showing him Desai's photo and asking him if he had seen him around after the cash was lost. Sadashiv had denied knowing him then.
"Then why are you telling me this now?"
"I can't live with this guilt, Krish sir. That man came to me and gave me the key to your flat and offered me fifty thousand rupees. He gave me twenty-five thousand rupees in advance. In return, he wanted a briefcase from your flat. I didn't agree at first because you are such a good person. I told him that you helped me with my daughter's studies. How can I steal from you? But he said you had a copy of a project plan of your office that he said would ruin his business. He said his whole business was dependent on it, and he only needed to see it to plan his company's survival. He assured me nothing will happen to you. He told me the exact place you have kept it and he told me how to get it. He gave me the full amount when I gave him the briefcase."
I was left speechless for a few minutes.
That bastard!
Desai had planned it so well. He not only tricked my poor gatekeeper to steal from my house but also made him believe it was a small help to 'plan his company's survival’.
Sadashiv went on.
"But after that, I saw you very stressed. I am sorry for doing this to you. God won't forgive me for this. But God promise, I did not know it would affect you so much. Please forgive me."
"What did you do with the money?"
"I bought scooty for my daughter. She was so happy. But only I know what I did. If I did not tell anyone the truth, I'll die very soon. So I chose that it has to be you."
"Aren't you afraid of Desai?"
"Desai?" Sadashiv doubted for a second. He did not even know Desai by name.
Sadashiv eventually moved forward and touched my feet. I was startled and I asked him to leave before Meera returned. I thanked him for telling me the truth and I told him that I forgave him.
When he left, I leaned back on the couch and smiled. I felt a weight was off my chest.
That bastard!
I wondered if I should straightaway ring him up to tell him that I found out the truth. Then I decided against it.
He hadn't mentioned it for a while. I was sure he was reserving it for a final punch, to be used when needed.
I also decided to keep it secret like a counter punch, to be used only when needed.

I wasn't angry with Sadashiv. I thanked him in mind for having the courage to tell me the truth. I was relieved that Desai could no more intimidate me with the lost money.
When Meera returned after the evening walk, I did not tell her either. I wanted to wait and see her response about the lunch with Desai.
Wednesday, I asked her about Desai.
"Do you think he wouldn't be angry? "
"He has many reasons to be angry. I gave him so many promises and suddenly broke it all. I also gave him an earful. Of course, he needed that. But my anger was not only for him. I was stressed about the other things."
Meera said.
"Have you thought about how to deal with that?"
I asked.
"I think I should give him that lunch because that's the way I can avoid him permanently."
I smiled, though I showed merely a part of it outside.
So it was happening.
"I too think you should go for lunch."
I said.
That's when I realised how much I was ready to send my wife on a lunch date with Desai. I was not worried about it. Deep inside I knew nothing was going to happen. But I was still thrilled by the idea.
I wondered how Meera would respond when she sees Desai's white teeth.
All the tobacco stains are gone now, would she consider giving him a final kiss?
The last time when they met, she had let him kiss her. She had done much more.
 
In the night, I was again a beast filled with lust. I went down on her this time, and while eating her out I could not think anything other than Saturday.
"You've been so wild this week, Krish. Can't you see that I can understand why you are so horny? Tell me the truth, who are you fantasising about? It can't be Desai for sure."
She asked me once the storm ended.
I felt she was expecting me to stick with Ashish. I was glad that Desai was not in her head.
"Do you have anyone in your mind?"
I asked. She laughed.
 
Two days later she confirmed it.
"I rang him up and told him that I am coming for lunch tomorrow."
I was expecting this for the last two days and still, her words made me skip a heartbeat.
"What did he say?"
She smiled, "he thanked me."
"And?"
"And what? We hardly talked for a minute."
I smiled back.
"Where is the venue?" I asked.
"Are you coming too? Do you want to spy on me?" Meera threw a sharp gaze at me.
"What? Why?"
I was stunned. I wondered if Desai would have warned her about the possibility of being spied by me. He knew the voice recorder was still with me and I would put it to use this time too.
Meera took my hand.
"I won't go if you aren't ready for this. I can still say no to him. I have that power."
"I don't want to say no to you. It was your decision."
"Do you trust me?"
She looked into my eyes.
"I do," I said.
"Then I promise you; I won't let anything go wrong tomorrow. It's gonna be a friendly lunch. That's it."
"As you wish, baby. I trust you."
I said.
 
But I was not the guy to simply sit home and wait for my wife's return. I was obviously going to spy on her.
Saturday morning when Meera went to shower I planted the voice recorder in her handbag. I made a small slit along with the stitch inside it and pushed the recorder between it. Then I quickly knitted it with needle and thread. I did not forget to turn on the voice record mode.
I had decided against following her to the restaurant.
Meera got dressed before eleven. She chose to wear an orange top and black jeans. There was no skin show but it didn't stop her from being herself, and a stunning figure of beauty. She had put on a matching orange lipstick and it elevated the brightness of her face. Her hair that became slightly wavy around her shoulder made her look stylish. The thin fabric of the top revealed the outlines of her bra straps under it.  The tight jeans carved the perfect shape of her legs. All in all, she looked like anyone's dream.
I could already imagine Desai forgetting every promise he made to me the other day.
 
Meera chose to take the car as I told her that I didn't need it.
As soon as she left, I felt an urge to pull out my dick and start jerking. My wife was finally going to meet a man who had only one kind of dream about the day. I could not believe I was sitting home even after realising that he would be trying every trick in his book to make that dream become reality. Six days ago, he had told me his exact plan.
"My plan is to have lunch and then take her to my place. If she agrees, then it means she's ready to sleep with me. I am sure she would do it. Because I have seen it in her eyes."
I believed I could trust Meera if I wanted. But I wanted her to be honest and chose the fate of the day. If she was willing to end the date after fulfilling a long-kept wish, then I was ready to accept it as my fate too. I had seen enough and I was ready to see it happen once more.
Cucky husband. Meera had called me. Yes. I am a cucky husband. What I only cared about was her return to me. I wanted her to return to me and tell me she loved me more than anything. Looking at her swollen lips wouldn't ever stop me from loving her. The bite marks on her tits a week ago had only aroused me. This time too, Desai's hungry assault on her pussy would only make me want to lick it with more thirst in the days to come.
"She wanted to swallow my cum. Because she swallowed all my pre-cum and kept asking me if I was cumming. She was so thrilled by lapping up my pre-cum that she even welcomed my kiss. She was pushing her tongue inside my mouth. The next time, she would be shoving her tongue into my mouth after swallowing my cum. I will be tasting my cum from her mouth."
Desai's wish list from the other day echoed in my head and I eventually pulled out my dick, sitting in the living room.
I imagined Desai carrying my wife to his bed and undressing her. In every frame of my imagination, I planted a lovely smile on her face.
This time I don't want to you come home with regret. I want you to enjoy it. Suck his dick. Let him eat your married pussy. Swallow his cum as he wishes. And spit it into his mouth like honey.
I jerked slowly by letting myself imagine it all with maximum details. I did not want to ejaculate and end the pleasure. I knew Desai would not be quicker either. He would be ticking all the wish lists today, I thought.
"It can be disgusting on another day but it's so hot when Meera does it. I will let her do anything to me, I swear."
I did not know how many times he would stuff her pussy with his monster dick. But I was sure he would make sure she is taken to heaven every time he did it. He would make her scream. Her screams, no matter wherever they made out, would be recorded by the voice recorder I had hidden in her handbag.
Next time I would be jerking to the sounds of her moans. I thought.
In my head, I was already hearing those moans. Eventually, I came on the floor, making those moans stop for a while. But they would return to my ears very soon, again.
  
Meera returned at around 2 o'clock. I welcomed her with bated breath and before I knew it, I was looking for signs.
And there were.
Her lipstick was gone.
"Didn't you have lunch?" Meera stared at me. "You look tired."
I had lunch but the non-stop masturbation had drained my energy.
"I was sleeping, baby," I lied.
Meera nodded and walked to the room. I followed her. Her hair looked intact, though.
Maybe she's done it again.
"How did it go?" I asked, putting extra effort not to show over-enthusiasm.
"It was good."
"Just restaurant?"
I could not stop asking.
Meera turned to look at me.
"Just restaurant, what else? We had lunch and talked a lot. His family and all."
"Did he make any move? Any stupid attempt?"
I asked.
"No. He was very decent."
Meera said and proceeded to change her dress. She hurried to the washroom with clothes to change and I was sure she was hurrying to wash. I was also sure she was not going to tell me anything. And I did not want her to confess it anyway. She didn't need to be ashamed of it. Because it was my secret wish.
I looked at her handbag. I had to re-open the knitted slit to retrieve it. I didn't dare to touch her bag as I feared Meera coming out of the washroom at any moment.
I was ready to wait. I was confident that the recorder was going to reveal the truth. Meera's conscious effort to be silent on the lunch made me even more curious.
However, as Meera spent the rest of the day in the room itself, I could not retrieve the recorder from her handbag. 
I waited and waited until she went out for the evening walk.
The moment she walked out of the front door, I closed it and hurried to the room.
I quickly grabbed the handbag and opened it. My heart was thumping fast.
But then I was shocked to see the slit torn open. And my heart stopped when I found that the voice recorder was missing.
 

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[krish_999]

We don't know what stopping him from being active during daytime.

Lol I've got a daytime job, my friend. I didn't mean offence anyway.

A big thanks to all the readers for writing those comments. A few of them have written bigger comments than the chapters. It's simply awesome to go through them.

Today is my break. Tomorrow I will start the next chapter. I am hoping to post it on Sunday.