[krish_999]

Guys, I am extremely sorry for the long delay. I didn't come to say sorry once again and move on to the next update. It's getting too difficult for me to keep writing on a regular basis. If I am not able to write for even half an hour, there is no use to call it writing. I have thought a lot about it and have decided that I must take a break. I have completed 90% of the next update two weeks ago. But I am not finding enough time to make it a hundred. It's going to be like that for a while, I guess. So I am taking a break here. I will still try to complete the next one in a few days since I have made you wait for so long (I can't be so cruel, right?), but I am going to take a few months' (read three) break after that.
Thanking you all, with love.
Krish

[krish_999]

Chapter - 29

 
 
I had agreed to have a family lunch with Desai. But I wasn’t sure how Meera would respond to the idea. The aftermath of the anniversary night had turned her talking about him a rarity. Even though she behaved normally at all times, I felt she hadn’t fully recovered from the shock. I could feel it even when she was talking to me with a pleasant face. I assumed that it would be guilt that was stopping her from moving on. And I thought Meera might outright refuse to be part of any social event involving Desai.
I decided that I would just ask her and then go according to her reaction.
 
When I reached home, Meera had gone for the evening walk. After joining Vickey Security Services, my free time considerably decreased. I was getting used to the feeling of being welcomed by an empty home, as Meera after her office would have gone for the evening walk. She had found a park for her evening workouts. She had told me it was better than the previous one. With less crowd and more workout options, the park became another reason to like our new flat.
That evening, when Meera returned from the park, she told me that Ananya had phoned her.
I was surprised for both Sam and Ananya had chosen the same day to contact us. My meeting with Sam wasn’t a good one. I wondered if Meera too had the same experience from talking to Ananya.
“Ananya has seen the news,” Meera revealed. “She said that’s how she came to know you’re working for Desai now.”
So it was about Desai. I thought repulsively. But I did not reveal meeting Sam in my office and any of his remarks.
“She warned me about Desai,” Meera went on. “She said she believes you; that you wouldn’t fall into any easy traps but Desai is very cunning. He won’t rest until he gets the woman he set his eyes on. He doesn’t make a move for no reason. Ananya even expressed her fear that Desai must have set his eyes on me.” Meera spoke with a smile as if being playful. “She told me to be extremely careful, always, when dealing with Desai.”
Her smile was an acknowledgement that not only Ananya’s warning had been spot on, but also her worst fear had already become reality.
"Did you ask her if she's still in touch with him?" I asked.
"I had the same doubt," Meera replied. "But she hasn't heard from him for long."
"So he has moved on," I said.
"But it contradicts Ananya's worries because it means Desai can forget the woman he has set his eyes on." Meera opined. "He will forget me too, and that's a good thing, isn't it?"
She looked into my eyes as she asked.
"Yeah, it's a good thing." I said and then added, "But he wants to have lunch with us."
I told her Desai was impressed by my management of Vicky Security services. "He phoned me. He is coming to Pune on Sunday and will leave for Mumbai the next day."
She stared at me and I immediately knew I wasn't welcome.
"You look worried already," I said.
"Yes, I am, Krish." Her gaze was at the floor. "I am not comfortable with what's happening in our life. I have a feeling that things are repeating."
"What is that?" I asked.
"I think we are hurrying to forget what happened. It is not the right thing. We don't want to welcome him back into our life. We have talked about this in the past, haven't we?"
"Meera," I cleared my throat. "We are not bringing him back to our life. Neither is he trying to re-enter our life."
My words sounded like an argument and I felt I was siding with Desai. I didn't like the feeling.
"I have this guilt feeling, Krish, to be honest." Meera was still not looking into my eyes. And she went on. "I... I know that my behaviour on our anniversary won't be forgotten easily."
"I told you I am ready to move on... I am just..."
"I am talking about me, Krish." She looked straight into my eyes, this time. "I can't forget it, just like that. I have blamed you a lot in the past. But I can't do it every time. It's my fault that I did what I did and more than that it's my fault that how I did it. You must have a long list of men I've been with in the past. Maybe you wouldn't count the guys like Tejas and Harish but for me, they do matter. They are still a reason for my guilt. And Susheel is the extreme of it all. I used to hate him. Not because he's bad. You know the reason. He's still the same. I can feel it. I have felt it. We can't do it again." She took a deep breath and went on. "When we have kids and if we see our kids follow the same path, how can we look at them in their eyes and advise them? How will I forgive myself?"
She had a lot of thoughts in her head. But I felt she was overreacting. Because I still believed we hadn't gone too far. The stupid me thought so.
"Meera, I know you are worried. I will tell you one thing that happened in my office this week. There's a guy in my office who's pretty overweight. As a security service agency, we can't afford to have an obesity problem among our personnel and we do monitor their weight trends. So I've been advising this guy for the last two months but he's not changing. This week I used some harsh language and he was very depressed. But he's saying he's unable to change his eating habits. He's not been able to control his food habits. Now you look at this issue from the outside. His eating habits can be seen as wrong in public view but it's still a person's personal choice, ultimately. I can only criticise him for being overweight. Surely I can ask him to exercise, but I can't criticise him for his eating habit; I can’t ask him to eat less. It's his personal choice. What I am trying to say is there is no point in feeling guilty about our personal choices. What we have done in our life was our choice. We don't have to answer to anyone but ourselves. It's alright if we are not destroying anything. We are good, we are perfect as a couple, and we love each other, right? We did it for our fun, didn't we? In future, if we see our kids follow the same path, we can tell them to stop if we think it's bad for them. Otherwise, it's their personal choice, at least when they become adults, right? Like everyone else, they can, like us, have personal choices, and personal secrets. We only need to keep it secret because it's not acceptable in our society, and we have done that."
Meera listened carefully and kept nodding. But her worries didn't vanish.
"But I am scared if we would eventually lose the trust we have in each other. We have been in this situation before too, and we have seen us taking opposite ways."
"Not us, Meera," I said. "Only you did, and it was justified because I had breached our trust. Even then, I wanted you back. I will never stop loving you, baby. You are my life. We did many things even during our separation. But I still came back for you. You came back to me, didn't you?"
"Are you saying we are going to repeat that?" she asked.
"No. I am talking about the past. There is no need to feel remorse about our personal choices."
"Then what are you expecting out of this lunch? Do you want to see me having sex with him again?"
"No. It's just lunch. And you hold the power over him, don't you?
"But I have already done it with him. I didn't stop him."
"Well, did he force you?"
"No. It wasn’t that way."
"You could have stopped him if you wanted to. Right?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you worried about the lunch? You can stop him if he makes a move again."
"He will make a move," she said and then shook her head slowly. "But yeah, I can stop him."
"I think you should have this lunch with him. Let him try. And you should show him that you can stop him."
Meera looked down, lost in thoughts. I felt she was wondering if she could do that.
"Okay." She said eventually. There was a bright smile on her face. "But I am still not sure if we can bring him to our place, Krish. Our hurry to forget everything could be a false sign for him."
"He's not coming here, baby." I smiled. "The lunch will be far away from here, in a small resort, a few hours’ drive from here. We'll be back by the evening..."
Meera listened to the invitation details and then said okay.
"It's just lunch, right? Anyways, what can go wrong during lunch when you are also there?"
She said with a smile that exuded her confidence that nothing can go wrong during a lunch. It only helped me go back in time to question whether it was true that nothing could go wrong during a lunch.
I remembered how I had lunch with Desai at a resort once. It was the day Desai managed to fuck Ananya for the first time, despite all my efforts to save her.
I wondered if Desai was planning to have lunch at the same resort.
 
There was no contact between me and Desai regarding the lunch until Saturday.
Saturday evening as he phoned me to tell me about his arrival details, I asked if it was the same resort.
"It is the same resort, Krish." He said. "Isn't it a beautiful place?"
I didn't know how to respond.
 
Sunday morning we got ready for the trip to the resort. Meera wore a black dress that ended just above her knees. The plain black colour accentuated the flawlessness of her creamy white legs from the toes to knees. The short-sleeved dress had soft flares below the waist and it enhanced the shape of her hip. The wide neck of the dress drew my attention to the ample view of her cleavage. She matched the dress with a silver necklace and black earrings. The thin necklace had a black stone pendant that almost plunged into her cleavage and I simply couldn't have enough of it no matter how long I stared at it. The way she tied her hair into a ponytail emphasised the beauty of her neck and shoulders. Makeup was minimal but not a reason to stop her from looking gorgeous. Perhaps her excuse to go light on the clothing was that the event was an outdoor lunch. But I could tell she was looking too hot.
As I stood behind her wearing a maroon shirt and white grey jeans, looking at us in the mirror, I wondered if we looked like a couple. As if I couldn't be convinced myself, I passed the question to her.
"Do we look like a couple, baby?"
"Stop teasing me, honey." She pushed me away with a smile that had cuteness overloaded.
 
Desai arrived on time, driving his car. He had landed in the early hours and had headed to his villa to get ready for the day trip. He was in a black shirt and blue jeans. He looked handsome but the attention-grabbing feature remained his signature chin-length hairstyle.
The moment he saw Meera, I noticed his eyes widening with genuine appreciation. The lustful gazes that he used to throw at my wife were now a long-forgotten memory. Desai thanked us for deciding to join him for the lunch. As he took us to his car, Meera spent a moment pulling his legs.
"The hometown life seems like a bad move for you. Couldn't you just hire a driver for a day trip?"
Desai laughed a little as he opened the rear door for her. I walked around the car and took the front seat.
"I love driving. I love it when things are under control." Desai said.
"Oh, do you?" Meera asked as she sat inside the car. "But you can't expect everything under your control."
"You are right. I can't expect everyone to be under my control, right?" Desai replied as he got behind the steering wheel.
 
We were on our way to the resort, soon.
Meera noticed a package in the back seat and asked Desai about it.
"It's a gift for you," Desai said without turning his attention from driving.
"For me?"
"For you and Krish," he looked at me and Meera alternatively. "A belated gift for your anniversary."
I was equally surprised.
"What's in it?" Meera asked.
"Surprise."
"Okay, this was a surprise. Should I open it now?" Meera asked.
"You can open it, but only if you make a correct guess."
"I don't have a guess," I admitted. "The package seems too large for anything that comes into my head."
"Meera, your guess?" Desai asked, looking at her through the rear-view mirror.
"My guess is a showpiece gift, like a dancing couple or something."
"A romantic gift?"
"Maybe."
"Wrong." Desai laughed. "You'll have to wait until you get home."
"Come on, Susheel. You can tell me now." Meera said.
"No, dear. You have to show some patience. Do you want another chance to make a guess?"
"No, I would rather wait until I get home," Meera replied. Desai laughed.
 
I was taken aback by their friendly banter. They were ready to hit it off from the word go.
Subconsciously I had been expecting them to behave restrainedly because they were meeting for the first time after having sex in the party hall and its consequential events. I thought Meera would think about those intimate moments and it would make her silent for a few minutes. I had even thought about how I might have to break the ice between them.
But the reality was that there was no need for ice-breaking. It made me wonder if they both conveniently erased the night from their memory.
Or, are they too much in sync with each other's psyche that they no longer need to start over?
 
The ride to the resort was smooth. Our conversation circled common stuff known to each other without getting into intimate thoughts. At first, I and Desai discussed a few things about Vicky Security Services. Then he asked about Meera's new job. She invited him to invest with her firm. Desai laughed it off at first, but then said he would never shy away from opportunities to make money.
"But I will not jump into anything just like that."
"Except to security services." I quipped.
Desai laughed. "That was a mission to save my ass."
"How's your ass was at risk?" Meera asked.
"From you," he said and I heard Meera laughing.
I asked him about life in his hometown. He spoke in detail, concluding that he had never lived more peacefully.
 
We reached the resort at noon. The place turned out to be as spectacular as the previous time. It was mostly the same as two years ago. The only difference was that the unique-looking cottages on one side of the resort did not freak me out this time. When I visited the place with Desai and Ananya, I was worried that Desai would find a way to take Ananya to one of those suites. My anxiety was proven misplaced, as Desai didn't try too much during lunch.
My mind was, however, working exactly opposite now. To be fair, I knew Desai would not try to take Meera to those rooms anyway. But in my mind, I felt an urge to consider him doing it and I wondered how Meera would stop him as she promised. I also kept reassuring myself that I was going to stop Desai if he tried to be smart with her.
But I was not sure if Desai would give me a chance to stop him. Deep in my mind, I knew he was way smarter than me.
 
Of course, taking Meera to the cottages was not on Desai's plan. But the deeper I thought about the possibility, the dirtier my mind became. I soon felt ashamed of the blurred vision I had about Desai and Meera in the bed, completely naked. It was a familiar experience for me. Walking through the public, smiling at the resort staff, pretending to be enjoying the aesthetic beauty of the resort, I walked with a humiliating secret; that I was not man enough to stop my mind from fantasising about another man taking my wife to his bed.
For once I wished I could change the way my subconscious mind worked. But the only thing I could do was to pray that I didn't run into any familiar faces at the resort.
 
While having lunch I saw a man walking toward us. I panicked at the sight and quickly browsed my memory for his face. 
As it turned out, he wasn't my friend but Desai's.
His name was Piyush Kumar. He was an old friend of Desai, settled in Nagpur.
"It's been close to six years since we met last time my dear friend," he recalled while hugging Desai.
Desai introduced us to him.
"This is my friend Krish, whom I would call my brother at best. And this is Meera, my sister-in-law and a lovely friend of mine."
I was surprised to hear him say that. He had called me brother many times in the past but it was the first time he was calling her sister-in-law. Meera smiled at Piyush and I noticed how he struggled to take his eyes off her.
Piyush was with a group of male friends, and he returned to his group after a brief chat, promising to catch up with Desai later.
"Your friend is an old copy of you, Susheel." Meera quipped soon after his exit. "He almost ate me alive."
Desai laughed.
"So my old self used to eat you alive?"
"You remember those days, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. How can I forget anything about you?" He looked into her eyes in a way that made me uncomfortable. He went on, "It will take a lifetime."
I felt Meera was just encouraging him with her eyes.
"How do you feel when your friend does the same thing?"
She asked.
"Jealous." He said. "Very jealous."
Meera smiled again. I felt she was pleased with his reply.
 
The lunch was lavish and extremely delicious.
Meera said some of the items on the menu were the best she ever had in her life. I wished I could enjoy lunch like her.
As the rice dish arrived, Meera kept the spoon and fork down and chose to eat by hand.
"I'm too excited, guys. I hope it is okay to break some table manners." She said and looked at us. "Wanna follow my style?"
Before I began to laugh it off, Desai kept his cutlery down.
"I will break anything for you," he declared, and then quickly picked up the cutlery back. "Except this for now."
Our small chat went on as the lunch progressed. Desai's flirting was limited to what was socially acceptable. The lunch was long though it didn't test my patience at any point. I was eventually pleased how my stomach was at peace with the food despite my earlier worries.
"To be honest, I can't believe that I'm having this lunch and even having a good conversation with you after what happened a few weeks back." Meera was saying to Desai. It was the first time she referred to the anniversary night. She had finished eating. "I have to thank you for saving me and Krish."
"Don't thank me, Meera. It was my fault. I took a big risk. I shouldn't have. My promise; I will never let anything happen to you. It's my word."
He reached for her hand as if to increase the believability of his promise. Meera looked at him and then down at his palm resting on hers.
"I haven't washed my hand yet, Susheel." She said slowly. She was eating by hand a minute ago.
"It's no problem, Meera," Desai assured. "We're much more than that."
I didn't like him saying that. I pretended I didn't hear him say that.
 
After lunch, the resort staff encouraged us to have a walk to the large lawn and end the day with a coffee. The lawn was intact with its aesthetic beauty. The pond and the life-size statue of an elephant emerging from the water remained the centre of attraction. The flora and fauna around the pond had only grown, enhancing the beautiful view of the artificial waterfall behind the pond.
We sat by the pond on one of the newly constructed marble benches. Meera sat at the centre of the bench and as soon as I and Desai sat on either side of her, I noticed her moving to the exact centre of the bench, keeping the space equal for both of us.
I felt it would have been better if she had sat closer to me. I felt it would have been a statement.
I then thought that it would have been better even if she had chosen to sit closer to Desai, for I could take it as an effort to tease Desai - something that I would never mind.
But her choice to keep equal space between me and Desai symbolically told me that I was just an equal to him in her subconscious mind. The thought was upsetting.
 
As Meera was seemingly lost in the beauty of the pond and its surrounding, I could not take my mind off the face that Desai was getting the same amount of view at her shoulder and cleavage that I was getting. For once I felt Meera was not teasing him with something we had. She was giving him exactly what I was entitled to.
I got up from my seat and pretended to have close look at a flower. Meera got up from her seat too and began to snap photos of the flowers with her phone. I felt better. Perhaps I was getting nervous for nothing, I thought.
Desai pulled out his phone too, and we clicked a few photos until the coffee arrived. As I clicked a photo of Meera and Desai standing together, I couldn't help but notice how their clothes were matched. They were wearing black and they seemed like a couple to me. I was sure that their choice to wear black outfits on a daytime trip was accidental, but I was startled by the thought that it was an omen.
 
After having coffee, we decided to leave. Meera didn't hide the fact that she was impressed by Desai's choice of place for the lunch.
"How often do you come here?"
She asked.
"Not many. One or two times, maybe." He said. I wondered if he would ever reveal about his visit to the place with Ananya. And me.
"I am sure you were not alone." Meera said with a smirk and added, "Do I know anyone of them?"
Desai laughed it off.
"Are you seeing Maithrei?"
Meera's question surprised me. It was as though she would never miss an opportunity to ask about Desai's current status with Maithrei.
"No. She's alright now." Desai said.
I wondered why Meera was obsessed with Maithrei. Meera looked at me before talking further.
"We are buying an apartment in Maithrei's building as well."
"Oh really?" Desai asked. "I'd say it's a good investment."
Even though Meera made it look like she just wanted to share the news with Desai, I felt she was unable to detach Maithrei from Desai in her thoughts.
 
While coming back Desai said the day seems to have ended too quickly.
"I wish we could make it a bit longer."
"No, I am not thinking about dinner already," Meera said quickly. "I am in for anything but dinner."
"Too scared of dinner?" I asked with a laugh.
"Not funny." She scoffed. "Don't want to forget today's lunch today itself."
"She's right," Desai said. "We have to let it stay for a while. Then we'll think about something else."
"When are you coming back to Pune again?" I asked.
"Not so soon," Desai said.
"Look at these green fields, how beautiful!" Meera diverted our attention to the sugarcane farms on the left side of the road. "I've never seen such green farms here."
"They were right here when we were going to the resort, baby," I said.
Meera pinched my shoulder. "Not funny again," She said and then placed the same hand on Desai's shoulder. "Be honest with me, Susheel. Did you notice these farms while coming?"
"We were talking about something else while coming,” Desai said. “And this evening time is what makes these fields so beautiful. Wanna have a close look?" His suggestion was enough to alert me.
"Of course, if we can," Meera said enthusiastically.
"What do you say, Krish?" Desai looked at me.
"Why are you asking him? Do you think he won't like to visit a sugarcane farm?" Meera challenged him. "We don't have these crops in our hometown."
Left with no option to challenge my wife, I helplessly sat as Desai took a left turn to a service road. As the road became narrower with the distance we covered, I felt a sense of déjà vu creeping into my mind. I noticed bigger versions of trees along the road that I had seen two years ago and eventually realised that Desai was taking us to the same sugarcane farm. I remembered the sight of Desai emerging from a small forest of sugarcanes, Ananya by his side. I remembered her tired look after getting fucked roughly in the hut.
Is Desai trying to repeat it with Meera?
"He will make a move."  Meera had told me two days earlier. "But I can stop him."
I remembered her confident eyes.
She can stop him.  I assured myself.
I felt this could be the moment she could finally tell Desai on his face that she belonged to me. That she was not an easy lay like Ananya or Maithrei.
She could sleep with him for once because she chose to do so. And now, she was going to tell him no, because she could choose to do so as well.
 
As the car stopped and we got down, I noticed that it was just a few meters away from where I had stopped the car two years ago. My memory was too intact. Perhaps it was a scary memory.
Meera was in awe of the canes. The canes on either side of the mud road had gained the height of a man. I could see the tip of the hut from where I was standing. I wondered if the cot was still there.
The cot on which Desai had pushed Ananya's face down while pushing his dick into her pussy from behind!
 
"Hello, young man!" I heard a voice from behind me and turned. An old man emerged from the sugarcanes. The aged face was brightened with happiness and surprise. It took me a fraction of a second to recognise him. He was the owner of the farm.
He raised his forefinger in front of him, as he ran a quick search in his memory.
"Krish, that's the name. Right?"
"Yes," I said. "You remember!"
I could not hide my surprise and the next moment I felt ashamed that I could not remember his name. He laughed a little as if he read my mind.
"The name is Tulsiram."
"Oh, Tulsiram Ji. How can I forget!" I moved to shake hands with him and he moved closer to embrace me. "What a pleasant surprise!"
As I was lost in the surprise of meeting the old man again, I completely forgot that Desai and Meera were watching us. I only realised it when Tulsiram had his attention on them.
"You have come to visit my farm, sir?"
He looked at Desai and asked respectfully.
"Yes, we were driving by, and we could not help but stop to have a glimpse of the beautiful farm. It's a blessing to even be allowed to take a breath at this place."
"So nice to hear such words from you, sir. My name is Tulsiram, and as the owner of this farm, I am very pleased to meet you."
"My name is Desai. And this is Meera." Desai gestured towards Meera as he introduced her.
Meera pressed her palms together in front of her chest and bowed slightly.
"Namaste, Tulsiram Ji."
I was quickly searching for answers in case Meera asked me how I and Tulsiram knew each other. But she was more interested in asking about the sugarcanes. Tulsiram happily jumped into a lengthy description of his farm lands. Meera's excitement only grew as he talked about how jaggery was made at his home.
"Why don't you all pay a visit to my house? I'm more than happy to let you have the original taste of jaggery." As Tulsiram spoke in great length about the deliciousness of homemade jaggery, Meera didn't hide her wish to have it. "But I can't walk this mud road. My sandals won't allow me." She excused, genuinely making a sad face.
"No problem, daughter. I'll fetch it for you if you can wait a few minutes."
"Yeah, we can wait," Meera said, and then added. "But no, I can't let you walk alone."  She looked at me and Desai. "We can go to his house, right?" She asked and started to remove her sandal, only to be stopped by Tulsiram.
"It's okay, dear. No need to hurt your feet. I understand your soft feet are not familiar with these mud and stones. I'll bring it for you." Tulsiram said.
Meera was in a dilemma. I was ready to go with the old man. I was interested to visit his house and getting my hand on the homemade jaggery because it was a rare opportunity for me as well. But I was not going to leave Meera behind with Desai.
"Don't worry about it, Meera. I and Krish will go with Tulsiram Ji." Desai said and turned to Tulsiram. "I am also thinking about the mouth-watering stuff told by you. There's no way I am going home without tasting it." He declared.
Tulsiram’s eyes widened appreciatively.
"That's right. You can stay in the car, right?" I asked Meera. She nodded slowly. "Okay."
"No, there's no need to leave the young lady alone here. Leave it to me dears; I'll fetch it myself. You can take a walk through the canes." Tulsiram said again.
"Then Krish will also stay here. I'll accompany you." Desai said.
Tulsiram looked at him, before throwing a glance at me and then back at him. "Why would he stay back? You are her husband, aren’t you? So you should stay back with her."
"What?" I blurted and watched Desai smiling at the old man’s statement. Meera's mouth was left open for a second.
Tulsiram looked at me. "You can come with me, can't you?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Then come on, son. Your shoes are better for walking this mud road." Tulsiram said.
I was convinced when I looked at our shoes. Desai was wearing shining formal shoes whereas I was wearing a loafer.
But I was slightly irritated by Tulsiram’s wild guess that Desai is the husband of Meera. And my legs refused to follow the old man as I was not convinced about leaving Meera at Desai's company.
"But..." I stuttered, failing to convey my refusal.
"Come on, son," Tulsiram said again and I looked at Meera. She didn't show any signs of worry.
"I'm afraid we'll be late, Tulsiram Ji," I hesitated again.
"It's just a few hundred metres from here, Krish."
I was getting frustrated that the old man was hell-bent on taking me away from my wife, leaving her with Desai. But his innocent smile forced me not to show even a hint of my struggle.
"I hope your homemade jaggery is worth the pain." I blurted and let my legs move along the mud path against the wish of my brain.
I took a few steps and looked at Meera once again.
Doesn't she know what's coming?
"Okay, we'll wait here, Tulsiram Ji." She was looking at the old man. I felt she was making an effort not to give me eyes.
Does she know what's coming?
"You can wait over there, daughter," Tulsiram replied, pointing towards the hut. "There's a cot inside the hut. You can sit inside and watch the sunset through the window. It will be a wonderful experience for you. I am sure you won't forget this evening for a long time."
Tulsiram was beaming with pride as he assured her of an 'unforgettable' experience. I almost stopped walking but Tulsiram's walking had caught pace.
"Come on, son. We can come back soon and you can also join them. You’ll also love the sunset." He said. For a second, I believed him and followed him.
But my mind refused to shake off the reality that my wife has again been left alone with Desai.
"There's a cot in the hut."
Yes, of course, there is a cot.
“It will be a wonderful experience for you. I am sure you won't forget this evening for a long time.”
What experience?
"You can sit inside and watch the sunset."
I was never going to believe it. The sunset was indeed beautiful but only if one gets to watch it.
What if her face is pushed down to the cot and her panty, pulled down to her knees? What if, there's a monstrous piece of dick being shoved inside her pussy, making her forget everything else?
I felt I made a big fool out of myself, yet again.
I remembered Meera's calm face when she heard I was going to leave her with Desai. As if it didn't affect her at all.
Was she ready? Was she waiting for it? Was she longing for it?
My heart was beating hard. Tulsiram was talking incessantly but hardly a word entered my head. In my head I was struggling to shake off the thoughts of Desai wrapping his arms around Meera, pulling her closer to his body, and engulfing her lips with his mouth. Desai would be aware of the minimum time he had, and he wouldn't delay his action. He would turn her around and bend her forward, onto the cot. The loose, soft flare of her dress would be lifted and her panty would be barely pulled down. He would swiftly unzip his pants and pull out his full-grown dick. I didn't remember seeing a bulge between his pants, but I was sure he would have been carrying a rock since the morning - since the moment he saw Meera.
 
Tulsiram commented I was walking too faster. I didn't tell him I wanted to run. My throat felt dry.
I was sure the thick and round head of Desai's dick would have already pierced my wife's pussy, spreading its lips wider, making her moan louder. Her moans - even her cries - would be lost in the canes that now resembled a dense forest to me.
 
At the end of the road, I saw the boundary wall of Tulsiram's house. His saree-clad wife welcomed me. She looked at least twenty years younger than her husband. On any other day, I would have spent a moment measuring her physical features and comparing them with her husband's lean body structure. He looked like he wouldn't do sex unless a doctor suggested him whereas his wife looked like she still deserved it daily. But my mind was too preoccupied to pay attention to all those stuff.
Tulsiram introduced me to his wife and ordered her to give me sugarcane juice. The woman brought drinking water in a steel glass. I finished it in one go but still felt my throat dry. Tulsiram told me how I missed meeting his sons who were gone to a marriage function. He also told his wife that she missed meeting my friend and his 'wife' as the latter couldn't walk the mud road. I hated him when he again mentioned Meera as my friend's wife.
"How do you know she's his wife?" I asked.
"I guessed," Tulsiram said with a smile. "Their dress, their style, and everything else matched with each other. How come they are not a couple?"
I was stunned. I had noticed that Desai and Meera were wearing blacks but it hadn't gone to my head that they were looking like a married couple. For a moment, I tried to remember all the people in the resort who had seen Meera and Desai together and probably might have thought of them as a couple. Everyone might have felt that way and even become envious of Desai for having such a beautiful wife. I wondered if the same thought had crossed Meera's mind too when she saw Desai in black earlier in the morning.
I hated the thought. I felt the whole world was conspiring against me.
 
As Tulsiram got busy packing the jaggery in a small bag, his wife brought sugarcane juice to me. I didn't know how she managed it so quickly, but I didn't want to know. She kept smiling at me while talking. I could tell how gorgeous she would have been during her youth. I wondered if she had ever been hit on by other men. I wondered if she too had the experience of sleeping with men other than her husband. I wondered if her pleasant smile could hide all that secrets from her husband.
No matter how long I tried, I could not read anything about her past from her face.
I wondered if Meera would keep such a pleasant face when I return to her. Making it look like they were just enjoying the visual beauty of the greens. Turning me into a fool, again.
"I don't want to talk about it, Krish." She could suffice everything in a few words. She wouldn't talk about how she felt when her married pussy was getting filled with Desai's cum. She wouldn't talk about the pleasure she received first during the ferocious pounding by his monster dick, and then during an orgasm that she probably had been calmly waiting for since the moment she saw him in the morning.
I knew she would not talk about it. She would instead deny it. That's why she tried to make me believe she was capable of stopping him.
Her calm response while being left alone with Desai was a sign of it.
At that moment I realised one thing. Her refusal to share details of her sex with Desai was more disappointing than the act of her having sex with him. The thrill of secretly imagining her submitting to his manliness was starting to desert me.
 
I didn't remember how many glasses of sugarcane juice I had drunk. Tulsiram's wife was pleased. She kept saying how he loves to watch people from far lands drink the sugarcane juice and be lost in its original taste. Like Tulsiram, she too kept repeating how its taste was different from the one we get from the roadside vendors.
Tulsiram refused to hand the jaggery bag to me - he carried it himself as we returned. The weight of the bag was making him slower as well. I could only rush in my mind.
I calculated that roughly fifty minutes would be passed by the time we would reach the farm hut.
Fifty minutes!
It was plenty of time for Desai to take my wife to heaven. I tried to imagine the sight of Meera adjusting her dress with a satisfying smile on her lips, her eyes on Desai, admiring his skills to make her scream out of pleasure. It was devastating.
It was strange too. For once I wondered why I was behaving like it was a first time experience for me.
I felt it was because of the assurance Meera had given me. It was different this time.
We had decided that this lunch would be just a lunch. And submitting to Desai's charms against our agreement meant the futility of any agreements between us. One of such agreements was our marriage itself!
 
The mud road felt even longer during our return. When we reached a hundred metres from the spot where the car was parked, my eyes were stuck to the canes which were hiding the farm hut from my view. I was dying to catch a glimpse of my wife.
I was struggling to keep my mind calm but I could not stop dreading a repetition of my anniversary night. Walking into the farm hut to be welcomed by the horrendous sight of my wife at it with her man! And she would later blame me for bringing Tulsiram for company.
As if her infidelity would be justified!
 
I was still looking for them when we reached the car. I could now see the hut but still no sign of my wife.
I was sure she was inside; probably letting Desai fill her pussy with the last drop of his cum.
"Open the door, son," Tulsiram said, claiming my attention. He did not want to keep the jaggery bag on the ground.
But I did not have the car key. It was with Desai.
"The car key is with Desai," I said, still looking toward the hut. "It's okay. I'll manage."
I took the bag from him and placed it on the bonnet. "You can go now, Tulsiram Ji. Thank you for your hospitality. I will never forget you."
"I have no hurry, son," Tulsiram said. "I was wondering where your friend and his wife are."
I hated him for mentioning that again.
"They must be in the hut," saying so, he started walking towards the hut. I could only watch in horror.
I followed him for a few steps and then shouted.
"Meera! Are you there?"
The next moment I got the reply. "Yes, here!" And I breathed in relief as I saw Meera emerging from the other side of the hut. Desai was right behind her. Fully dressed!
"You got the jaggery?" She was curious.
I didn't know what to say. I was equally curious.
The sun had almost sunk into the horizon. I could see Meera's face but there wasn't enough ambient light to see how much of her lipstick was smudged. I noticed her hair though. It was intact.
They have been careful this time. I thought. I wanted to enter the hut and see the cot. I had to know something about it. Anything.
But before I could get anything, Meera started walking towards the road. She made it look like she was eager to see the jaggery. I could tell she was just trying to avoid me. I looked at Desai's face hungrily for signs. But there was none. He too behaved calmly as he got busy thanking Tulsiram for taking the pain to gift us the jaggery.
"You missed the sugarcane juice. Krish will tell you how much he loved the taste." Tulsiram boasted.
I laughed at myself, thinking of what it cost me for the taste of his sugarcane juice.
As Desai too followed Meera towards the car, I had to drop my wish to see inside of the hut. I took a deep breath exactly when Desai crossed me. I felt ashamed as I knew what I was trying to do. I was trying to sense the smell of his cum!
I still remembered the strong smell of his cum from the anniversary night.
But I could not get any smell this time, and I quickly attributed it to the smell of the sugarcanes and the winds.
And they have been careful this time. I thought.
Meera did not stop from opening the jaggery bag and tasting it outright.
"Mmm...this is special. Mmm...yummy." She made the sounds of appreciation for Tulsiram and gave a piece of jaggery to Desai. I watched him eat it, and thought, 'It's your day, friend. Enjoy.'
I turned to Meera to see her face from close. She was standing with her back to me, busy talking to Tulsiram. My eyes descended from her shoulders to the roundness of her ass, scanning for evidence of sex. There was still nothing. The flare of her dress seemed too silky to be wrinkled by rough handling for fifty minutes.
 
We eventually said goodbye to Tulsiram. I thanked him sarcastically in my mind for unknowingly providing a perfect opportunity for my wife to fuck our common friend.
As soon as our drive resumed, Meera started sharing with me the details of the sunset that she had enjoyed at the hut. I could hardly pay attention as I knew she was just making it all up to wipe out my suspicions. However, I pretended to be listening and kept turning my head to her to have a close look at her face. I remembered how I had questioned Meera about her smudged lips after the anniversary night. I was sure that would have made her extremely conscious about it this time.
Meera grabbed another piece of jaggery and ate it.
"Mmm... I am impressed by what you did today, Krish. Your effort is worth it." She said and before I could make a face at her, she added, "It’s too tasty. I hope it doesn't harm my stomach."
I felt she was pulling my leg, as it was indeed my stupid effort that helped her fuck Desai once again.
It's just lunch! I looked out of the window in disgust.
 
Desai dropped us at our place. Meera thanked him for the lunch.
"It has been a wonderful day, Susheel."
I was sure she meant wonderful sex.
"And thanks for the gift too." She held the gift packet. I carried the jaggery. I had lost interest in the gift anyway. I was still struggling to digest the fact that my wife was still happily making conversations with the man who had fucked her in her husband's presence. It was as though she had completely accepted that I was a willing cuckold and she had started enjoying it. To be honest, there had been a time when it was a secret dream of mine. But now, as it happened when I was least expecting it, it only resulted in a sense of loss. I felt being robbed of something and being put in a cell without a chance to protest.
But no matter how perfectly my wife acted in front of me, I was confident that there was no way she could wipe out from my head that she was carrying Desai's live sperm in her married pussy.
I wondered if she was safe. I thought she would require pills.
Will she ask me to buy one?
No. I said to myself.  Because she's capable of helping herself. She doesn't need my help with that.
The thought was devastating.
What is that she needs me for?
Will she ever tell me?
Once we were back in the house, Meera straightaway headed to the washroom. When she returned, she looked perfectly my wife. Watching her beautiful face, I felt an urge to grab her and take her to bed. It wasn’t that I was thrilled by Desai fucking my wife again. Instead, I hoped it would get rid of my frustration.
But I managed to hold myself back, mostly because I was wary of her reaction.
Meera was excited to finally open Desai's gift package. It happened to be a saree for her and a wristwatch for me. Both items seemed highly costly, though felt worthless to me.


Chapter to be continued…

[krish_999]

Chapter – 29 continues.


In the night, I did not hold back. No matter how much I wanted to hate her for lying to me, I could not keep myself from putting my arms around her. In my mind, I was repeatedly telling myself that I only wanted to get rid of my frustration. But the moment I felt her warm body against me, I could not stop loving her more. For once, I hoped that she would become honest with me and confess it all. I was ready to forgive her. And I didn't hesitate when I opened my mouth to swallow her lips despite a strange feeling about the taste of her soft lips. The strange taste was caused by a thought lingering in my head that her lips were used by Desai a few hours ago.

Surprisingly, Meera responded actively. She darted her tongue into my mouth and led my hand into her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. It was a rare thing for her. And I found her pussy warm and moist. Her body was inviting me. I hurried through my moves to get on top of her and push my dick into her pussy. I was welcomed smoothly. As I shoved my length deep into her, I tried to gauge the difference in the width of her pussy walls, in vain. I could gauge nothing, as I was soon lost in the waves of pleasure. Within a few minutes, I was breathing heavily and anticipating my ejaculation. But Meera was a step ahead of me. She asked me to pause and pull out. I did and let her wrap her fingers around me, and lay on my back on the bed. Meera sat up and slowly went down, and opened her mouth. I lay with merriment as she licked around my balls, and tried to suck on them. I sensed her tongue trailing along the length of my dick to bring her mouth onto its head, and then slowly pushing it into her mouth. I let out a gasp in pleasure. For once, I wanted to cum inside her mouth and make her swallow my juice.
But she had other plans. She stopped after a few seconds and then got rid of her skirt. I spent a quick moment scanning her fully naked body to spot any marks that Desai probably have left. But I could not find anything. While I was still lost in the past, Meera climbed on top of me. She went on to sit on my chest but didn't stop there. She moved her hips forward and brought it over my throat. She wanted me to eat her pussy. The same pussy I was pushing my dick into a few minutes ago. The same pussy probably Desai was pushing his dick a few hours ago.
"Lick me, Krish."
I heard her voice and it was an order from a queen. I opened my mouth to welcome her pussy lips into my mouth and licked her thoroughly. I loved the taste of honey that was oozing out of her. Meera let out a moan as I massaged her clit with my tongue.
"Oh...yes... Krish...yes..."
I could watch her flat belly throbbing with her shaky breaths. Above them was a sight of her beautiful melons, with light brown tits. They were erect. My tongue work became intense. She got off me only when she was ready to be fucked. And she willingly bent forward to let me enter her from behind. I had grown hard beyond my belief, and I fucked her hard in that position. I watched my dick disappearing into her pussy and my hip hitting the softness of her round ass. It was a sight to remember but I was soon lost in my world of fantasy where I started feeling like Desai. I shifted my hands from her hip to her shoulder and pushed her down. I pushed her head down to the bed and started pounding harder. Meera pushed her face into the softness of a pillow, but her voice only become louder.
"Aahh...Aaah...Haaah..."
I was hitting a spot too perfect for her, and she let out a scream at the end of my ferocious fucking. I then shot a huge load of cum and filled her pussy. I felt like peeing inside her pussy as I emptied a huge load. I felt it would be overflown. But as I pulled out, I saw no sign of it.
As we lay on the bed catching our breaths, Meera said it was great.
"Probably the lunch was the reason for this much fun, right?  A few dangerous moments can do wonders, right?"
She asked after a while, slipping her arm through the bra strap.
"So, the lunch was fun, wasn't it? Are you not going to talk about it too?"
I asked.
"What?"
She looked at me.
I didn't like the way she looked at me. I didn't move my eyes from her.
"Meera, I want to know what happened in the hut when I was gone," I said.
"We didn't go inside the hut, Krish. We stayed outside the hut because the sunset was more visible from there."
I stared at her as if she said something unbelievable. The conversation was getting awkward within me, but I gathered myself to voice my doubt again.
"So you didn't go inside the hut at all?"
"What?" Meera asked, her eyes burning with anger. "Wait," she said, "do you think I'm lying? Do you think I and Desai were doing some hanky-panky over there when you were gone?"
Her reaction instantly warned me that I had landed in hot waters.
"It is unbelievable that Desai didn't try to be smart, Meera. If you are saying he didn't try to get you into that hut, then I want you to tell me believably. Because I know Desai still loves your company."
"Yes, he still loves my company. But I had told you I wouldn't let him do anything today. And I've been honest with you about Desai. Then how does such a doubt come to your head? And how, you ask me now?" She looked at the bed, at her top lying on the bed. She quickly grabbed it and wore it, as if she was no longer comfortable with my eyes on her bra-clad body.
"We've just made love; it was great, Krish. And you were excited because you were thinking I've had sex with him in the hut," she went on. "Are you never going to stop your fantasies?"
I moved closer and sat with her. "I am sorry if I hurt you, Meera. I didn't mean I don't trust you. But I've told you, when I am kept in the darkness, I'm forced to imagine the worst." I said apologetically.
"The worst!" Meera laughed a little. "Don't use that word, Krish. The worst doesn't excite people, it scares people."
"Meera, there's no point in arguing about how such things turn me on. Didn't we have great sex? I thought he might have at least tried to kiss you in the hut."
Meera looked at me amusedly. "So you think kissing him was okay?"
"What's the big deal? We've done much worse?"
"A kiss can't be so innocent, Krish. You haven't forgotten what happened on our anniversary, right? It started with just a simple gentlemanlike kiss, but ended in something we both didn't expect."
"We still have managed to survive, haven't we?"
"So? Are you saying it is all okay as long as we're together?" I could now see the anger on her face fading away. She was ready to tease me.
"If we keep on talking like this, we'll end up inviting Desai for dinner and let it happen again," I warned with a smile. Meera laughed and pushed me away.
"You are right, my cucky husband. But I am still wondering if you imagined just a kiss today? Was it enough to get you so high?"
"I'm surprised that he didn't even try to kiss you." I dodged her question.
"Yeah. Desai did not try to do anything. I was kinda expecting him to try to be cocky, and I was ready to stop him, but he didn't try."
The way she was speaking, I felt even she was disappointed by Desai's lack of intent. Perhaps she was disappointed because she was denied an opportunity to say no to Desai.
 
"So you both just stood out of there, and enjoyed the sunset?" I asked later with a teasing tone.
"No. He told me something about you." Meera said hesitatingly, her voice suddenly carrying a serious tone.
"What is it?"
"He told me about the last time you, him, and Ananya had gone to that resort. And how the day ended up."
I was stunned.
"Did he tell you...”
"Yes," Meera interrupted me. "He told me he had sex with her in that hut."
She looked at me as if to catch my reaction. I could not say anything for a few seconds.
"Do you think I left you with him to give him an opportunity like that?"
"It surely came across my mind. Is it true?"
I sighed. "Meera, I am being honest with you. As a loving husband, I don't want you to have sex with anyone. But at the same time, I am excited about how you develop intimacy with other men. The thought just turns me on crazily, so that's what I often fantasise about. I don't want you to fuck anyone. But I won't be able to stop you if you want to do something. When I left you there with Desai, I didn't know what would happen. Half of me didn't want to leave you with him. The other half of me wanted to trust you. But I didn't know what would happen. This uncertainty was killing me when I went with Tulsiram. But when I returned I could not see anything I feared. That’s the moment perhaps I started having my stupid fantasies. The thought of the improbable always excites me. It's just my fantasies."
"When Desai took Ananya to the hut, did you resort to your fantasies?"
"No. It was a time when I used to hate him. I was scared of him."
I said. Meera's eyes widened. I felt she was pleased with my answer.
"Desai told me the same thing." She nodded and went on.
"He told me that it was a time when he had set his eyes on Ananya. He wasn't going to talk about her until I asked him how the farm owner and my husband knew each other. Desai said it was because you guys had been there in the past too. And he said you guys weren't alone. Desai thought for a while about it and then decided to be completely honest about it. He said it was the day when he succeeded in having sex with Ananya for the first time. He spoke in detail about the efforts he had to put up to get Ananya. 'Krish was trying to save her,' he said. 'At first, I thought he was jealous of me. It was a time when he used to hate me, but I was trying my best to keep my friendship with him because I had set my eyes on you. When he tried to protect Ananya from me, I even thought he was attracted to Ananya. You know, Krish agreed to join us on the resort trip only to try to save her from falling into my trap. I hope you won't mind if I am honest with you, that I had tricked each other because Ananya agreed to come only when she was confirmed that Krish was also coming. Krish had even warned Ananya's husband Samarth about it. But it didn't work out. And when I and Ananya had sex in this hut, her only regret was that she had done it against Krish's warning. It was our first time. After that, I regularly brought Ananya to my villa. But I still had my eyes set on you.' He said with a smile. 'You know, at the peak of my attempts to befriend Krish, I even offered him a chance to sleep with Ananya. But he rejected it. And then I came to know that Krish and Ananya had a past when he was going through a breakup with you. Your husband is a gentleman, Meera. You know, I've offered him a chance to sleep with my friend Maithrei too. You were long aware that we were sleeping together, right?'
I said what was going on between him and Maithrei was an easy guess for me. I didn't tell him that you had told me about seeing him in bed with her. But, he knew everything.
'To lure Krish into a trap I even let him witness Maithrei in bed with me.' He was brutally honest and then added that he had no plan to talk Maithrei into that. And he said your love for me is unconditional. And my love for you too. He told me, 'even though I've got to live my dream on the anniversary night, I am aware that you guys did it for each other. It was never about me. But I am glad that I am part of your intimate fantasy. I can be happy with that.' I was surprised to know that he was aware of our fantasies and liking for kinky adventures. I think he is no more chasing me, trying to get into my bed. He's content with seeing us happy with each other and him."
Meera concluded. I was stunned by Desai's guts to reveal so much about Ananya, Maithrei, and his desperate measures to get Meera.
 
As Meera began it by saying Desai told her about me accompanying him and Ananya to the resort, I had started to be upset. But as she went on to describe how he chose to side with me, I ended up thanking him in my mind.
"Why didn't you tell me about it when we reached home?" I asked.
"It was because Desai told me not to ask you about it. He thought you would hate him for speaking about it, even though you had done nothing wrong. He told me how he can look back and see how good you were for Ananya. As if you were her guardian angel."
I smiled. "He said that?"
"Yes, he said that."
"Weren't you upset that I hid it all from you?"
She smiled, "no, dear. I am impressed to know that you tried to protect Ananya from him."
Looking into her eyes, I could tell she was impressed by Desai also, for how he had used the opportunity to spend the evening with her. Anyways, we had a peaceful night. As I put my arm over her, I felt very calm before I fell asleep.
 
 
The next morning, Meera told me that Desai had decided to sell his villa too.
I was surprised. "Isn't it the last of his residential property in Pune?"
"Yes. He is doing everything to move away from us."
She said.
I wondered if it was possible.
 
I phoned Desai at noon and he confirmed it.
"Yes, I am selling it. It was a necessity when I was a philanderer in the past. I don't need it anymore." He said.
But you still haven’t stopped sleeping with other’s wives. I said in my mind.
"What will you do when you visit Pune?"
I asked.
"I'll stay in the hotels. There are many good hotels in Pune," he said and then added. "By the way, my conference in Mumbai was cancelled. I am still here. What about a drink with me one last time in my villa before it gets sold?"
One last time! My heart skipped a few beats as I heard those words. For a second, I wondered how Meera would react to his invitation.
"I'd love to accept your invitation, Desai," I said. "But I'm not sure about Meera. I'll ask her, anyway."
"No, Krish. Don't ask her." Desai said quickly. "I don't want to overexpose myself to her. I was talking about a drink for us; you and me. Leave her out of this."
I was surprised.
"I want to stay away from her; it is the promise I've made myself. I hope you understand." Desai added as if he read my mind.
I was happy with his genuine effort to move on.
 
 
In the evening, I left an hour ago and drove into Desai's villa. As I crossed the gate I had a look at the villa and wondered how much it would cost. I could not even make a guess.
Desai was waiting for me, wearing a t-shirt and loose trousers. The body-hugging t-shirt revealed his muscular body but it did not intimidate me as it used to in the past. Those days of intimidation were long gone.
After exchanging pleasantries, Desai invited me to the hall and we got settled on the couch. The centre table was decorated with branded scotch whisky and snacks. As Desai poured whisky into our glasses, my eyes inadvertently fell on the closed door of his bedroom. He noticed it.
"No. No one is in that room, bro." He said with a chuckle. I laughed.
"Thanks for confirming that. It's a room never failed to shock the shit out of me." I said.
"Two times, right?"
"Thrice, I think."
He looked unsure. I explained. "The first time was when you showed me Ananya lying nude on the bed. Then the second time when you allowed Maithrei to walk out of that room. And a third time when you allowed me to watch you with her."
"The third time won't count. Because there was no shock value."
"I was shocked by how you do it with a woman. I couldn't stop thinking about how you would have done with my wife." I said; only to regret dragging Meera into our conversation too early. I hadn't even had my first drink.
"That makes us equals." Desai handed me my drink and we said 'cheers' with a nod. He went on after taking a sip. "You and I, both are lost in the charms of one special woman. You are her husband, but you have your share of dreams about her."
"My dreams keep me close to her," I said.
"My dreams too, but I can't do that, right?" He said with a smile.
He looked weak, and I felt he was deliberately doing it.
"But you have lived your dream once, that too on a day very special to her, haven’t you?" I asked.
"It happened only because you allowed me…”
I didn’t like how he wanted to credit me for helping him screw my wife.
“Yesterday too, I left Meera alone in your company. But you didn’t try to get in her pants. Why?”
“Did you expect me to take advantage of the situation?”
Desai asked.
“No,” I said. “I and Meera had a clear conversation about the trip. I had complete trust in her. But I am surprised to know that you didn’t even try to know what was in her mind or how she would react. I felt you are trying to get into her good books.”
“Yes, I am trying to get into her good books” Desai shook his head. ”I am trying to get into everyone’s good books. If I’m back into my family, it’s only because of Meera. So why shouldn’t I try to be a good human being and a friend to her? Yesterday when you left her with me, I saw it as an opportunity to show how grateful I am. I am aware of what is in her mind, Krish. She’s still trying to cope with the way she ended up behaving on the anniversary night. And also I’ve made a promise to myself not to destroy her life.”
“Are you still playing that card?” I laughed. “Then how do you justify the anniversary night?”
Desai stared at me for a moment and then spoke.
“I have taken this decision after that night, Krish. If you remember, I had boarded the flight that evening to join you at the anniversary celebration only. It was just accidental that my landing at Pune got delayed and I ended up with a late-night visit at your place. The party had been finished before I reached and I had no idea my little fun banter with you would take me somewhere I hadn’t even dreamt of. If you remember, one more thing, Krish, it was you who turned our conversation into the warm territories. That night I hadn’t come to turn my fantasy into reality. But it was you who turned your fantasy into reality. You are a master manipulator, Krish. I and Meera are just pawns in your game.”
It was my turn to stare at him now.
“Desai, are you saying it was me who forced you into what happened that night? Remember, it was something I’ve never wanted. What happened was just…”
Desai was already shaking his head in denial.
“No, Krish. You are now trying to save yourself from the responsibility. I don’t know why you are doing this, because for me you seemed in control until this moment. It’s been weeks, buddy, and you haven’t scolded me even once for my actions. Perhaps you were figuring out who to blame. I can take the blame if you want, but I suggest you keep Meera out of the list.”
I could not believe he was telling me it was me who made him fuck my wife. It was your dick that went inside her pussy, dude. It was you who held it straight and pushed it into her. I wanted to tell him but when I opened my mouth, I said something else.
“I was in control until you went to the party hall with my wife. After that, I lost it.”
“But when we went to the hall, you knew what we could do there, didn’t you? Why didn’t you follow us and stop us?”
“Because I trusted you. Both of you.” I said.
Desai looked at me as if I told him something absurd.
“Are you serious?”
“Why do you think I am not serious?”
“If you are serious, then you will have to justify your actions on that night, Krish. You created the opportunity for me to kiss your wife. When I kissed her like a gentleman, you said I could have had much more fun. Your words put a spark in Meera who was holding back until then. Did you ask her why did she have it with me? Whatever impression she had about me until then is irrelevant. Because it was you who turned her on.”
“I was just being playful.”
I defended myself.
“Come on, Krish. Don’t do this to me. I’m getting upset.”
“What about me? Weren’t I upset?”
“If you were upset, you wouldn’t have behaved so calmly, Krish. When the gatekeeper asked you if you knew about it, Meera said you knew. I also had the same opinion.”
“Meera told him so, only to stop him from spreading the news, Desai.”
“That’s one reason. But Meera wouldn’t have spoken up if it was not true.”
I sat back for a moment.
“So you and Meera think I am solely responsible for that night, right? But as far as I know, she’s dealing with remorse.”
Desai took a long breath before he spoke.
“Krish, her remorse is justified not because of what we did but how did.”
My heart was beating faster despite being prepared to hear anything from Desai. Desai had repeated something Meera had told me the other day.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Didn’t Meera tell you anything about it?”
“Not in detail.”
“She will tell you. She might take time but she will.”
“What about you? Why don’t you speak about it?”
“Do you want me to tell you about it in detail?”
“I know you will enjoy telling me.”
“Surely, Krish. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I felt he was trying to slip away. Now I wanted to hear it at any cost.
“Last time when you told me about your first time experience with my wife, I was not willing to believe your words. But later I confirmed it with her. You were right, Desai. And you were right about the way we can react to the reality of being a cuckold. I have accepted the reality. And I believe I and Meera are a special couple. Nothing can break the bond between us. So I am willing to listen to your version of the anniversary night, but it doesn’t mean you can intimidate me with your sexual prowess.” I said.
“I know I can’t intimidate you because I don’t know how much Meera has told you about the night. But she must have given you a picture because as you’ve rightly said, you are a special couple. My days of underestimating you are long gone, Krish. I am sorry if I hurt you.”
“Whatever happened has happened. It’s been just a few months but I feel I’ve come a long way from the shock. I can certainly express my curiosity now.”
"I know you are curious to know how your wife finally accepted my passion for her. Don't be embarrassed, Krish. We know we both are excited about what happened that night. Things got out of our hands a bit and that was an aberration otherwise it was a fantastic episode in our life. If I thought I have been crazy about your wife, I was wrong. Because the truth is that I'm crazy about both of you. You are a couple I would love to keep close to my heart. So I have nothing to hide from you. As long as you are listening, I'll tell you what happened that night, word by word we spoke, breath by breath we inhaled, and every bit of emotion and pleasure we shared."
"Okay," I said and finished my drink, as though preparing to hear a story.
Desai nodded his head a few times before he started.
"When you allowed me to kiss her, I couldn’t tell myself if it was happening for real. But Meera was standing right in front of me. My dream woman, while her husband watched from a distance as closer as we are sitting here. As I pulled her to me and saw her lips a few inches from mine, I felt I would choke her with my kiss. But I didn't want to offend her. My moment was made when she closed her eyes and waited for my kiss. That was enough for me to cherish the memory of the night for a long. And then I kissed her. I felt her body pressing against me. Her breasts were pressing against my chest. I felt their softness. And as I kissed her, I pulled her whole body even closer, pushing my crotch against her. She felt it down there and I saw it in her eyes when she opened her eyes after my kiss. I have seen those stars in her eyes in the past too. There was a silent connection between us. And like adding fuel to the fire, you said I lost a chance because you thought she was so ready. You said I could have had a lot more fun. Meera put up an angry face at you, but when she looked at me I could tell that she could read my mind. There was a connection between us; a silent one.
After that, I don't remember what we spoke to each other. Even Meera looked a bit lost which made me long for her even more. I could only wish if she made a move so that I can hope for more. And it happened when she volunteered to take me to the party hall for dinner. She grabbed my hand like she was waiting for an opportunity, just like me. I think you had foreseen our moves already because you asked Meera what she would do in case there's no food in the party hall. Meera responded well, saying things that I was dying to hear. She said she was capable to satisfy my hunger and thirst.
While walking down the stairs she released her grip on my hand. We didn't speak a word to each other. I suppose we both knew it was the calmness before a storm. Meera led me to the party hall, and then into its back room. Once we got inside the room, she proceeded to check the food vessels. She said the options were few, and I reminded her that she had boasted of her certain skills to her husband a minute ago. She came back to me and said without smiling, ‘are you counting on it?’ I didn’t tell her anything. To be honest I could not tell her anything. I just looked into her eyes. And she looked at mine and then shyly averted her eyes. We both knew where this was going. We knew why we were there. I grabbed her hand and slowly pulled her closer. She was now not shy looking me in the eyes. She was ready."
Desai took a final sip and kept his glass down. He seemed lost in his memory of a wonderful night. He wiped his lips and nodded his head before he spoke again.
"You know Krish, in the social media people post images from the past to recall a moment that's worth remembering forever. It is called a throwback picture. My union with Meera was one such. From the moment we walked into that back room, we felt we had been there before. It was a reunion. I knew her feeling and she knew mine. We were not there to indulge in some backroom sex. We were there to recall a beautiful moment from our past. It was our throwback moment. We knew both of us wanted to go back and redo those moments we had two years ago. The only thing we weren't sure about was who wanted it more. And I asked her if she remembered that night. She looked into my eyes and said 'how can I ever forget that night?'
What else do you think I wanted to hear from her?
I just pulled her closer and then we kissed. She opened her mouth and welcomed my lips. It wasn't how we had kissed in front of you. It was how we wanted to kiss each other. Our tongues met and we exchanged our saliva. Her eagerness to greet my tongue with hers made my heart full. The warmth of her mouth gave me goosebumps. I let her play with my tongue while sucking her lips. My excitement pushed her backwards and she stopped only when she touched her back on the edge of the large table. I lifted her and sat her on the edge of it and continued kissing. My arms went around her, and her arms around me. My palm was placed behind her head, but there was no need to pull her closer. She was pushing herself into my mouth. And still kissing, her hands rushed to unbutton my shirt. I helped her undo all the buttons, but I hardly broke our kiss until the front side of my torso was exposed. Then she finally broke the kiss to have a look at me - at my chest - and ran her palm down through the centre of my chest.
'You haven't changed a bit... except that you look stronger.' She told me.
It had been two years since she had seen my naked body. And she still remembered how I looked.
I went a step further to remove my shirt completely, and she ran her arms down my arms too. She said my arms were surely more muscular than last time.
I smiled at her, and said, 'let me see how you look.'
I grabbed her dupatta and she just looked at me like she wanted to see how I was gonna do it. I quickly undid her blouse hooks, my fingers already brushing over her breasts. I undid all the hooks and took her blouse off. Perhaps I hurried a bit and she too responded with the same pace, as she quickly undid her bra to reveal her fully naked breasts to me. Her tits were erect, ready to be sucked. I didn't waste a second as I bent down and sucked on them. I can't tell you the pleasure I had when I ran my tongue around her tits. Krish, pardon my language but you are such a lucky bastard. You can do anything you want with her, every night, right?"
I was so lost in his narration that I forgot to answer. He didn't expect me to reply anyway.
He went on. "I sucked them just for two minutes. But I was sure even two hours wouldn't be enough to justify the beauty of that softness. Nothing can compare to doing things in real but doing the things the way you've dreamt for a long time would make it even more special. I told her, 'we haven't been this close for a long time, but it feels like we've never been away. I think that's because you've never stopped visiting my dreams.' And I asked her if she ever had dreams about me.
Do you know what her reply was? She said, 'I know you can tell by looking into my eyes.'
I looked into her eyes and they were dreamy."
Desai was slowly revealing the most vulnerable side of my wife to me. There had been a time when I used to discard everything Desai told me about Meera. But once I heard the truth about Meera's first time experience with Desai from herself, I had no choice but to believe everything that came out of Desai's mouth.
Desai went on.
"It was a revelation. The woman whom I have been chasing for so long had dreams about me. If she had told me to walk away at that exact moment, I would have done it without questioning. Because her confession had already made the date worth it. I said, 'I can't believe I'm not dreaming this. But I also know I do deserve this. I have dreamt about you so much, baby. I haven't longed for anything more in my life than you.' I might have sounded desperate to her, but I had no qualms about accepting my desperation. I was not the beast I would love to pretend to be to the world around me. I was a man in solitude who can be happy just by being in her presence. That she was hugging me simply made me already feel in heaven. And you know what she told me? 'You are talking too much, don't make too much noise.'
Her warning was a hint that I needed to hurry. I made her sit on the table properly and lifted her skirt to reach for her panty. She leaned backwards, supporting her weight on her elbows on the table, allowing me to remove her panty. As her panty got stuck on her sandal, she laughed.
'Are we panicking?'
'No, baby. There's no need to be panicky. We are here to love each other.' I whispered and leaned forward, to lick along the shank of her leg. She patiently waited and watched my tongue travel up to her knee and then dive into the centre of her legs. I split her legs and spent a moment seeing the sight of her beautiful pussy. There is no point in telling you how it was, but still, I can't forget the sight of her brown lips at the centre of her shaved mound. I haven’t forgotten the aroma of her cunt. It was mesmerising. The moment I landed my first kiss on it, I heard a gasp from her. To hear the sound of a slight moan from her, it's of divine pleasure. You can imagine how it would have felt when I pressed my mouth into her and licked her in an upward movement. Her pussy tasted better than honey, and it made me so crazy that I wished she peed in my mouth. I was ready to drink it. As she lay on her back on the table during my licking, I went even downward and licked her asshole too. And she moaned my name as a reward to me. After allowing me to worship her like that, she got up and grabbed my face by the chin, and gestured for me to get up. She wanted me to stand up.
I stood up and she quickly reached for my pants and began to unbutton them, making it obvious that she needed more.
The moment I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankle, my rod was wrapped by her fingers. I could sense the confidence in her grip. She was demanding. I felt she was waiting for that moment, as much as I had been.
She moved her hand back and forth on me and pulled me toward her. I kissed her again and moved between her legs.
She hurried even more as she simply adjusted her thighs and guided my rod into her pussy. Two years, Krish. Two years have passed since I had done it last time and only I know how much I wanted to do it since then! She was wet and smooth, yet she felt like a virgin girl. I pushed it in slowly and slowly, feeling every millimetre of her with my length.”
 
As Desai was lost in his own words to describe the joy of filling my wife’s pussy with his dick, I could not help but surreptitiously glimpse at his crotch. His loose trousers made his bulge obvious and large enough to be ignored. I knew Meera would have struggled to contain its size.
 
Desai went on, oblivious to where I was looking.
“Once it was completely in, I ended up pausing for a while. I could not stop expressing my feeling to her.
'Oh my god. Finally, here I'm. Living this feeling of myself inside you, Meera. You are worth every moment of my waiting. I love you.' I declared at the peak of my emotions.
Meera was smiling, suppressing the pain of accommodating my growth inside her. It was the same smile I had seen on her face two years ago. What a woman your wife is, Krish. She is a goddess who can bless you into insanity with pleasure. And yet she looked submissive to me as my whole length was inside her.
'Take me, Susheel Desai.' She said. You know I love it when she calls me Susheel.
I started moving, but I only moved a couple of times, ever slowly, when Meera leaned back as if an unknown force drained her energy.
'Just hold on for a second, Susheel.' She mumbled and closed her eyes while breathing heavily yet in a controlled manner.  I held my rod deep inside her and kept watching the beauty of her subtle transformation. She opened her eyes and smiled.
'I felt I was cumming already.' She said.
'That's too early.'
'That's beyond my control. Perhaps I've waited too long for this.'
That was the most stunning statement I had ever been told.”


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Chapter 29 continues...

I was stunned by the revelation that Meera had experienced an orgasm just by Desai pushing his dick inside her. And her confession that she had waited very long for that was simply a statement powerful enough to question my existence in her world.

The first thing that came into my mind was how badly she had been waiting for it.
For two years?
I hated the thought.
After Desai decided to quit?
It felt easier to prefer this thought but it was still awfully hurting me. My mind tried to refuse the validity of Desai's statement for a moment.
No, she hadn’t been longing for him. Never. I thought. He’s making it up.
But no matter what I thought momentarily, I had to believe Desai's words about my wife’s complete surrender to his masculinity. And it landed so deep into my psyche. Meera’s hesitation in the past to talk about her and Desai’s sexual encounter was justified with a reason – that she was conquered by his ability to satisfy her – and it was devastating.
 
“I told her that it was the most stunning statement I’d ever been told.” Desai went on. “Meera blushed and after adjusting her posture she said, ‘Now give me your love, gentleman.’
I moved and thrust myself forward. Her eyes were on mine; I thought she would smile but she didn’t, as I pushed my dick deeper enough to make the most of it to disappear into her pussy. She leaned back to allow me room to move further. I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and let her right leg hang from the edge of the table. I could sense her pussy lips tightening around my rod. I was anticipating a smile but her lips convulsed, her eyes squinted as if she was struggling.
I thought she was struggling to contain my whole size. I asked her when the last time she had sex was. ‘It was a few days ago,’ she said and then added that it was when she visited my flat with you. It was before you guys had decided to buy it.
'It's not a few days ago.' I said. ‘It's been more than a week.'
She shook her head with a smile.
'That explains the slight pain.' I said.
‘But you're not hurting me.’ She assured, still smiling.  A beautiful smile. That beautiful smile remained there as I started fucking her deep, despite her body shaking with my movement. I was again back in heaven, the joy that I was having is impossible to put into words. But I didn't rush. Back in my mind, I knew I might not have much time, but I didn't want to rush. I wanted to live the pleasure of my dick going inside her every single time. So I kept pushing it in slowly and pulled back slightly faster. It might have felt a calculative trick for Meera, as my dick was perhaps not missing to tingle any of her pleasure spots. Her breathing pace was rising and it told me I was doing it right. I pulled her hip outside the table's edge and started fucking with more power, but still managed to kiss her raised left leg. At once I slowly licked along the calf of her leg. Her legs and feet are so beautiful that I would never mind worshipping them.
Meera loved it. She loved it when I again started going harder. Her belly was throbbing. Her chest was moving up in the air every time my dick went inside her. She was inching closer to another orgasm. I bent forward and kissed her. She happily welcomed my lips into her mouth and met my tongue with hers. Even when I stopped kissing, she raised her head to ask for more, licking across my lips. My lips got wet with her saliva. She was lost in me and she sat up to put her arms around me, around my neck. I had to drop her legs to let them hang from the edge of the table, and we were kissing and embracing as I resumed fucking her. It was simply amazing that whatever we did was just amplifying the pleasure of my dick going inside her pussy. I was sure it was the same for her because she was on the brink of a powerful orgasm. If you remember the last time I had pathetically failed to gift her an orgasm despite fucking her for the whole night, and this time in a matter of a few minutes, she was about to get it for the second time.
And her arms tightened around me even more, as if she didn’t want me to stop at all. I was on the brink of shooting my load as well, and I asked if she was safe. You won’t believe me if I tell you the exact words she replied.
‘Forget the safety for God’s sake, Susheel. Just do it.’ It was both an order and a request. I was made both a king and a servant at the same moment by her words. I lost my control then and there and started going in beast mode to land final blows to take her beyond the edge. Meera let out a scream, controlled by the clenching of her teeth. Finally, I had given her the perfect full orgasm that I had promised her long ago. The sight of her living the pleasure of it was an immense joy for me too. I gave the final push and held it deep inside, and then unloaded myself. It was huge. I had gathered a huge load, and so my groan matched the intensity of my ejaculation. I proudly filled her pussy and then kissed her once more time while panting.”
 
As Desai was telling me how he had enjoyed the moment his hot sperm was filling my wife’s pussy, I remembered how it had become the turning point of the night that drew security guards’ attention back to the party hall. They had thought the noise came from a dog trapped in there. I remembered how Meera had later confirmed the truth about that unusual noise.
"It wasn't a dog. It was Desai. His voice was a bit loud in the end."
The memory brought a sigh to me. Yes, his voice was loud.
 
“That's what we did it, Krish. If you believe me, I'm still wondering how the incident came out the way it did. I mean, you know how much I've desired for her. In my life, I have desired many things. I have a history of making my wishes – every one of them - real.”
I could not help but agree with his words instantly.
 
Two years ago, while trying to get in Ananya’s pants despite facing opposition from me, he had told me one thing. “Once I made a wish, I just know how to make it happen.”
And he had managed to turn her into a pleasure object in his bedroom.
Meera was his ultimate wish. And he had turned that wish too into reality.
And it was my reality that I not only failed to stop it but also become a force to help him.
 
Desai went on, “but Meera and you had convinced me that I could fail too. I had given up trying. And I had also convinced myself that I need not be frustrated by my failure. I had come to terms with that. But my destiny certainly had other plans. You guys became my friends who decided the way I looked at the world around me. Some people have benefited from my change but none greater than me. I've got a family back there. And I've got my long time wish fulfilled here. I hope you can understand my joy. Like you, I too was deeply upset by those two men finding me with Meera in a compromised spot, but that was never a thing I couldn't handle. Now I can cherish the sweetest memory for a long time. I want to tell you that you must see me as a brother. I'll be there for you in any need. You can tell me anything. Ask me. Promise me one thing. If you ever feel intimidated by me, then just tell me to leave. Just ask me. Because I want you to be happy only. I know Meera was happy till the last last moment of it, and I want her to continue that way. I will always be there for her, for you.
I also have promised to be completely honest with you. That’s why I am telling you all this. The sex on the anniversary night was more intimate than the one we did two years ago. That makes me proud about earning so much love from Meera, even though I know it’s temporary. She absolutely loves you, and she will remain yours. That’s why I chose not to take any risk yesterday, Krish. I value her friendship more than a few minutes of sex now. I want to see her smiling. Be happy.”
 
As he went on and on telling me how our lives will be happier, I was losing grip over the way my head was working. I wanted to be angry at him. But I did not know how. I wanted to tell him to stop talking. But I didn’t want to tell him anything.
Desai spoke a lot. But I heard only a portion of his speech. I enjoyed his whisky and I sat tight in the seat as if I enjoyed how he narrated his experience of having sex with my wife.
“Will you ever be angry at me over this incident, Krish?” He asked me at one moment.
“I don’t think so, Desai. I am kinda glad that you were able to satisfy my wife in bed, finally. I am glad that you’ve done it the way you dreamed.”
I wasn’t sure if I was being sarcastic or not. My head was heavy.
 
While driving back home I remembered his words.
“I have a history of making my wish real.”
He was right. He had not only managed to turn Ananya into a sex toy but also pushed her into bed with a friend of his.
Then something from the past came to my mind. A year ago, Desai had revealed his desire to have Meera in my presence.
"I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum… I will let you watch when I eat her pussy. You will see your wife begging me to cum inside her. You will see her enjoying 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. Isn't it a lifetime experience, Krish? Don't you want to see it?"
My heart raced faster than the car I was driving. The whisky in my blood had evaporated.
Am I going to see the true, darkest side of my wife?
Meera's remorseful face came to my mind.
“It's my fault that I did what I did and more than that it's my fault that how I did it.”
I knew her words were matched by Desai's finding that ‘the sex on the anniversary night was more intimate than the one we did two years ago’. Meera was trying to stay away from Desai after the anniversary night because of the guilt feeling that she revealed too much and showed too much passion to him.
Isn’t it a sign that Desai has been given a space in her heart?
It was more dangerous than the sex.
 
I remembered the faces of many men who had been part of our adventure life in the past. I remembered how I never had to worry about Meera falling for any of them. They all had walked out of our lives, without threatening to take Meera away from me. Of course, Das had some shitty plans but the fact that he was married was something I had put my money on. Desai's case was different. He was single and longing for affection.
I wondered how long he would keep his promise of staying away from Meera. I dreaded the moment he would come up with a sorry.
“I am sorry Krish. I am in love with Meera. I can’t live without her.”
My heart nearly stopped at the thought.
I knew the story of Desai in our life was not going to have a good ending. But my dick remained hard throughout my drive back home.
I knew it was not going to let me make wise decisions.
 
 
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Chapter – 30

 
 
I was getting angry that my legs were slowing me down and even making me stagger while walking. But I knew I didn’t need my legs to talk once I reach my home. I was going to look Meera in the eyes and tell her that I knew why she didn’t want to talk about how she had done it with Desai.
I know why you are so remorseful.
I was going to ask her if she truly loved me. I was going to ask her how she had let her hatred become affection toward Desai.
 
But the moment I walked into my house, I was welcomed by her gloomy face. She looked sad but the moment her eyes fell on me, her expression changed into anger.
“Are you drunk?”
Her voice was unusually stiff. I saw dried-up tears around her eyes.
“What happened to you? Were you crying?”
I asked, a hundred unknown fears waking up inside me.
“You are drunk, Krish. Are you nuts? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to drive in this state? Don’t forget that someone is waiting for you at your home.”
“What?” I thought she was overreacting. “It’s not the first time, Meera. I haven’t lost my consciousness. I drive well even when I am slightly drunk.”
I said.
“Everyone claims so! Even the dead.” 
Meera's voice rose and then she hugged me. I heard her cry behind my shoulder. I held her arms and separated her from me. Her eyes were wet again.
“What happened to you, baby? Why are you crying?”
“Krish. I love you. Please remember that I am waiting for you here and you are the only one I have. Promise me you won’t drive like this.”
I stared at her face. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath and then went on.
“My colleague Shiva had an accident last night. He was going home after a party at his friend’s place. He was drunk. Today, at noon, he passed away. He died, Krish.”
I couldn’t say anything. I knew Shiva in person. I had seen him in the photos on her mobile phone, clicked during office gatherings. I had once met him at a shopping mall also. He was a very friendly person.
“We had gone to his house this evening. His wife, his small child. Oh, God!”
Meera wept again. ”I can’t forget his wife crying in front of his lifeless body.”
I put my arms around Meera immediately.
“I am sorry, baby. You know, Desai's meeting in Mumbai was cancelled and he’s still in Pune. He invited me for a drink; so…”
“Desai! Desai! What is wrong with you, Krish?” Meera didn’t let me complete the sentence as she gave me a slight push. “Why are you so obsessed with him? Can’t you just let him go? I think I’ll have to call him again and ask him to give us a break. Why don’t you tell him enough is enough? He’s saying he’s trying to move on but I don’t think he is effective in that. Don’t make him your close friend again, Krish!”
“I’m not making him anything, Meera,” I said. “He wanted to have a last drink at his villa as he’s about to sell it.”
“Krish,” Meera held my hand. “It will be good if you keep your friendship with him just professional. We don’t need him in our personal life. I only want you. I can’t lose you. Please.”
I nodded and put my arms around her again.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”
I consoled her. She took a few minutes to become calm again. When she finally did it, she looked into my eyes.
“Promise me, Krish. You won’t make the same mistake that Shiva did. You know, when I was standing in front of his wife I imagined being in her place. I never wanted to be negative but driving after night parties is a thing that has become so regular that we forget how risky it is. A risk that may make us meet our fate as Shiva did.”
“I promise,” I said.
Meera hugged me tightly.
“I don’t want to think about a life without you. I love you, baby.”
I felt so calm hearing her words. Even though she was worried about Shiva’s death, her words felt like answers to the questions I didn’t get a chance to ask her.
I didn’t speak a word about Desai that night. Today is not the day. I reckoned.
 
The next day Meera was calm in her behaviour. In the evening, I decided to talk. But I did not want to ask her directly about anything.
Instead, I asked what did she mean when she said “It's my fault that I did what I did and more than that it's my fault that how I did it.” 
“Krish, I have already told you I don’t want to talk about it,” Meera said.
“I know baby, but this one thing particularly disturbs me a lot,” I said.
She eventually decided to talk.
“Even though the whole incident had happened like I had done it with your interest; the truth is that I had enjoyed it very much. When I do our fantasies in our bed, I do it to please you. You try to please me. I have slept with many men, haven’t I? Most of the time, at least in the beginning of those affairs, I had done it while thinking in mind that I am doing it to please you. You were always in my mind. But with Desai, it was different. I have this feeling that he’s been chasing me for so long, longer than we could ever expect. And he has always maintained that I’m worth being pursued like that. I guess his dedication and determination must have got into my head. I felt I need to show I was worthy of all of that. When I was having sex with him, I wasn't trying to have pleasure from it. I was instead trying to please him. I was getting the joy of just seeing him enjoy me. I was lost by the momentum. I was lost in the experience. I can’t anymore say I slept with him because of you. I can only tell that I did it to please him.”
“That’s just one way to see it, Meera,” I said. “There can be many ways to look at things. There’s no point in feeling guilty about how you did it after I forgive you for what you did. I made it happen. When Desai kissed you like a gentleman, I said he could have had much more fun. My words put a spark in you, you were holding back until then. So, whatever impression you had about him until then is irrelevant. Because it was me who turned you on.” I said. Meera looked on as I continued. “When you grabbed his hand and went downstairs, I asked you what you would do in case there was no food. You said you were capable to satisfy Desai's hunger and thirst. You were clear with your words. You had thrown the ball in my court. But I didn’t come down to stop you, did I? It means I was ready to accept what you chose. Do you think I will hesitate now to accept this truth?”
 
Even though I wanted to question the emotional attachment Meera had formed with Desai during sex, I ended up giving her a piece of my heart. I ended up consoling her. Justifying her. 
In other words, my conversation with her only helped me to normalise everything. Even the abnormal things I had started to notice. It was a fatal mistake.
 
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That weekend, a very unfortunate event occurred. Sadashiv died of cardiac arrest. He was at home when he felt chest pain in the middle of the night. His wife rushed him to the hospital but could not save him. The doctor said he was brought dead.
It was a shock to me and his colleagues. He was one of the eldest of the security staff but he was healthy, meeting all the criteria as a guard in the agency.
I attended his funeral. When I saw his wife lying by the feet of his lifeless body, I remembered what Meera told me about Shiva’s wife. I could now relate to the pain the sight brought into Meera's psyche and thus her anger to see me drive in a drunken state was justified. 
I stayed a bit longer than others at Sadashiv’s house, making sure the funeral was conducted smoothly.
Sadashiv was survived by his wife Parvati and his daughter Nidhi. His aged mother was already reeling with chronic diseases. Sadashiv was the sole breadwinner of the family. Before I decided to leave, I told Parvati to let me know in case of any help. She asked me to visit the next day too.
When I visited the next day, she treated me like the most important person in Sadashiv’s life. She looked a lot better. She told me she had to act normal as she’s the one to look after the family now. 
Sadashiv had a small family. I hardly noticed any relatives around, other than her sister who had come from Sholapur. Her neighbours were there, for some help.
I offered some money to Parvati to contribute to the expense of the funeral. She refused to accept it, despite asking her to consider me as a younger brother of Sadashiv. As I touched her hand to console her, she kept my palm to her mouth and wept. She was holding back her cry until then. I asked her to keep in touch for any help. She apologised for spoiling my hand with her tears. I felt for her.
As I began to leave, I noticed a scooty in front of the house. Parvati saw me looking at it.
“It was bought by the money you had given to Sadashiv.” She said.
I was surprised. Because Sadashiv had told me about the scooty, long ago. It was bought with the money Desai had paid him to help him burgle my house. 
I suddenly realised why Parvati considered me the most important. Sadashiv had apparently told his wife that the amount was given by me.
“My daughter has finished her post-graduation and is waiting for results,” Parvati said. “Her studies were possible only because of your help. Sadashiv never left a chance to talk highly of you. He always said you were god sent.”
I felt grateful to Sadashiv. He had witnessed one of the lowest moments of my social life and chose to stay true to what he had promised me. To keep the secret. And he had not only kept his word, but he had also maintained a solid image of me in front of his family.
“I helped Sadashiv because I saw a good person in him,” I said. “Now he’s gone. But that cannot become a reason to forget him. I will be a call away in case any help. Consider me as a younger brother of Sadashiv, just reminding you.”
“Okay, I will,” Parvati said.
 
 
On a Sunday when I came home from the market, I was surprised to see Ananya in my living room. She was having coffee with Meera. 
I was seeing Ananya after a long time. She had gained some weight and her churidar looked tight in parts. But she still looked hot.
“What a surprise!” I said. “Are you alone? Where is Sam?
“Sam doesn’t know about my visit.”
She said with a smile.
“Good to see you after a long time,” I said.
Ananya kept looking at me, as if unable to take her eyes off me. I could not avert my eyes off her too, and I was slightly embarrassed when I sensed I was feeling warm.
“Good to see you too, Krish,” she said softly.
Meera poured coffee for me and invited me to sit with them. I sat down and joined in their casual chat. Looking at them both in one frame I became more conscious about my growing erection. I wondered what Desai would think if he saw them together.
His most favourite woman and his second most favourite woman. I thought he would start dreaming about having threesomes.
When Ananya left I kept thinking about her. I remembered seeing her sleeping in his bed after the morning sex. I thought she might be missing Desai's sexual prowess in bed and might be having wet dreams about him.
The thought was equally disturbing and arousing.
 
 
When the construction of Maithrei's apartment complex was finished, she phoned me to discuss finalising the purchase. 
“I’ve been waiting for your call, Maithrei. Tell me a day and we’ll do it.” I said and then added. “The paperwork.”
“Of course, the paperwork.” I heard a giggle from the other end.
A few days later, I and Meera met her in the registrar's office. I had decided to buy the property in Meera's name since Desai's flat was going to be registered in my name.
During the registration process, when I found myself standing closer to Maithrei, she covertly squeezed my palm.
“Our date is long due.” She whispered. The fragrance of her body spray was already taking over my senses, and her reminder was too hot to handle for me. I was carrying a boner in no time. And I had a tough time hiding it from Meera.
 
That night when we went to bed, I found imagining Maithrei’s naked body in bed. But as soon as I climbed on top of Meera and she let out a moan while welcoming my rod pushing into her, I forgot Maithrei. Imaginary visuals of her lying on a table and Desai's dick going in and out of her pussy replaced Maithrei in my head. And I came in no time.
It was a repeat of many nights for Meera and me in bed.
I was getting slightly worried about the pace I hit the peak in bed for many days. I thought I might need a break.
“I am not lasting enough, am I?” I asked Meera after one of such quick sessions. “I think I should see a doctor.”
“Oh, really?” Meera smiled at me. Her smile gave me confidence that she was not worried about it. I felt she was content with the quick sessions.
 
The next day when I came home Meera was busy in the kitchen. She asked me to become fresh quickly. I took a shower and when I returned to the hall, she had arranged a bottle of whisky and some spicy snacks on the centre table.
“Let’s party!” She said.
I was thrilled. But more than the drinks and snacks, my eyes were drawn to Meera in a beautiful black tank top. The sleeveless top not only revealed the shape of her breasts in the best possible way but also lured me to the valley between them.
“What is special about today, baby?”
I asked while picking up my glass. My eyes were still hesitating to look away.
“Something good in the office; it’s a bit complicated types of maths. Wanna hear?”
Meera said.
“Try explaining to me after a couple of drinks. I might understand.” I said.
Meera laughed.
“Surely, I will.” 
But it was not something we discussed after a couple of drinks. Meera was aware of my eyes and she teased me about it.
“Why are you behaving like I am your neighbour’s wife, boss?”
“I know that you are my wife and you are very beautiful,” I said. “But you sometimes look so stunning - like out of this world - that I have to look again to believe it myself.”
“After two drinks you start this flattery, always.”
Meera moved closer to me on the sofa and grabbed my glass. She kept it on the centre table. “But I love it.” She said and the next moment I felt her lips on mine. And I kissed her back. Slowly she climbed onto my lap, pulling her long skirt up to her thigh to help her keep her knees on either side of me.
My arms made a circle around her as I welcomed her tongue into my mouth and sucked it.
“Mmm…” I heard a moan from inside her. It was the same kind of voice I used to hear from her while making love.
“Let’s go to the bed, baby.” I broke my kiss and whispered.
“What’s stopping you here?” She asked.
“Oh, god. I would love it.”
I said and kissed her again. I still felt the taste of the spicy snacks in her mouth. I was sure she was getting the same taste from my mouth too.
When I began to move my thirsty lips down to her neck, she lifted her body upward to let her breasts come at the height of my eyes and then pulled up her tank top. As she removed it effortlessly, her fully naked breasts bounced right in front of my face. They were round and perfect. She threw the top aside and hugged me, letting my face sink into the sea of softness. My lips and tongue swam across that sea, and she at times grabbed her melons to feed her erect nipples into my mouth. I sucked them and let my tongue worship them through circular movements. I did not stop until Meera chose to lower her body and reached for my dick with her right hand. I felt her fingers around my dick inside my pants, and soon she pulled it out.
I wanted her to suck it right away.
“You want my lips around it?” Meera asked with a teasing smile as if she read my mind.
“I’m dying to have your lips around it.”
I said.
Meera dropped down to the floor but did not hurry to realise my wish. She turned to take a sip from her glass first. Then she ate from the snacks plate with the spoon. 
“Now you want my lips around it?” She looked up.
I knew it was going to burn the most sensitive part of my body. But the temptation of feeling the warmth of her lips around it was too much.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Mmm…” Meera smiled again, and I watched her mouth open and she lowered it on me. I let out a gasp as I felt the warm sensation, followed by a burning feeling.
“Ouch,” I said.
Meera blinked at me and began to bob her head up and down. I felt the burning feeling fading away. It was just the beginning. I soon discarded all my clothes and leaned back on the couch and Meera worshipped my dick as if she had been craving for it. She pushed it deep down to her throat until I felt my dick touching the back of her throat. Her lips touched my pubic hair. She then pulled it out slowly with her lips pressed around it to leave me gasping with pleasure.
“You should shave it more often, dear.” She told me, wiping her lips as if the pubic hair around the base of my dick was annoying her.
“I had no idea about this, baby,” I said apologetically.
And a few minutes later, she sat up and guided it into her pussy; I could feel the wetness with the tip of my dick. I wanted to taste it. But Meera had completely taken over me. She began to move up and down, and I was lost in the pleasure. Eventually, Meera asked me to lay her on the couch.
“I’m tired, baby. Take me from here.” She panted.
I laid her on the couch and hurriedly shoved my dick into her open hole. And still, Meera let out a small groan. I was soon pumping it hard into her, and she threw her arms around my neck.
“You like it, honey?”
“Mmm…”
Her response was a moan. I could see she was about to have an orgasm. I upped my pace and she let out a louder suppressed cry.
“Ohh…mmm….”
It was a sight I had been waiting for. I released all my control and shot my load to finish it. I collapsed on top of her and locked her mouth with mine for a few seconds. We both were panting heavily when we parted.
“You were saying you need to see a doctor, weren’t you?” she asked when her breathing became normal.
“Not anymore,” I smiled at her. “An apple can keep your doctor away. You are my apple.”
Meera giggled, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away, boy. You need to have it daily.”
“I’d love to have it daily.”
 
It was a night she brought back all my confidence in bed. I even felt like I would be having many such great nights in a bed in the following days. However, the reality was different as we both got busier in our professional life.
I soon found myself waiting for another spark.
 
 
A week later, I phoned Desai and reminded him about the property registration for our purchase of his flat. Contrary to my expectation that he would use the opportunity to meet Meera, he told me would make arrangements for it.
And he followed it up in a few days. The property registration was carried out without his presence. And I transferred the amount to him.
“It seems Desai has forgotten about you,” I told Meera in the night when we went to bed.
“Do you have a problem with that?” She hit back.
“The man must be practising yoga or something,” I said and Meera laughed.
 
****    ****    ****    ****
 
The newly recruited security guards started being deployed at various locations. With a little more effort through advertisements, Vicky security services were able to win more assignments. 
The agency soon started showing profit and I was able to clear all dues of the trainers. They hailed me for bringing success to the agency in such a short duration.
Desai and I used to have frequent phone calls from the office and I used to update him about the developments at the work. He gave me advice and when the agency became a profitable venture I did not shy away from expressing my gratitude for his help and support.
“I’m just a cause, Krish. Everyone can plan great things on paper but pulling it off on the ground is the real cause of success. And it’s you who did it. So, it’s you who deserve credit the most. I’m glad that I chose you to hand over the company. I now want to see you take it to more heights.” Desai said.
 
As he congratulated me for finding my success story, he hinted at his desire to have a drink with me to celebrate it.
“You know, I don’t celebrate my birthdays. But I believe it is important to celebrate such a feat to make it more memorable.”
He reminded.
“I am more than happy to follow your words, Desai. How about flying down here this weekend?”
“But I’m afraid I can’t do it now because the sale of my villa is in the final stage. A visit is already planned for that, but shortly later. I’ll be staying in hotels whenever I’m visiting Pune. My next drink with you will surely be in a nice hotel suite, Krish.”
He said.
The visit did not realise very soon as his visit to Pune got delayed even more. As days passed I felt an urge to request him to visit to have a drink with me. I was not only looking for the celebration. I wanted to hear him talk something about Meera. As he seemed too busy in his life, I felt robbed of something unknown. I did not like the fact that he was keeping away from dreaming about my wife. I knew he would never forget her but the way he was seemingly becoming successful in controlling his emotion was something that disappointed me.
But at the same time, I was careful not to make a move from my side as I didn’t want him to take it as a welcome sign to re-enter our lives. Like Meera had told me, I had decided that it would be better not to make him my close friend again. I didn’t want to see him in bed with my wife. I only wanted to dream about it.
 
In those days, I shifted my official calls to video calls. We sat in our respective office spaces and discussed official matters. I initially used these calls as professional reporting. One day Desai asked me to stop seeking his opinion.
“Now I can see that you can run the company. So I want you to consider the firm as your own, Krish. You take the call on what to do in your office. I am open to listening to the outcomes of your actions. But I want you to start thinking independently from now onwards.”
He said.
I was pleased with the value he was giving me. It helped me respect him even more.
 
 
With the increase in the guards and the number of assignments, I began to feel the office space of Vickey Security Services was congested. I decided that the best way to help the agency to expand was to spread its office to the whole ground floor of the building. I spoke to Desai about renting the whole floor.
“Let’s buy it, Krish.” He said. “Let’s not limit ourselves.”
I was impressed by the way he responded to every need of mine.
“Then you’ll have to see it to suggest if it is worth buying,” I said.
“I have a meeting in Mumbai at the end of this month. I’ll make a deviation during my return.” He promised.
 
And he kept his promise on the last day of the month. It was a Wednesday.
It had been raining since noon. I offered to pick him up from the airport.
“No. I haven’t sold my car yet.” He said. “I have it waiting for me at the airport already.” And he drove into the Vickey Security service’s office by himself.
I asked him about the driver.
“He’s at the airport. I have a flight to catch after this.” He said. “And I expect you to accompany me; we’ll have a couple of drinks before I board the flight.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
I led him to the office and we had a cup of coffee. Thereafter we visited the other half of the ground floor of the building. It was being used as a warehouse for an online store. After assessing the building and its services, he told me that he was ready to go ahead with the purchase.
“This is a good deal, Krish. The rate is reasonable. Let’s spread our wings here.”
He said. As he sat with me and checked the monthly growth rate of assignments, he said the agency was growing beyond his expectation.
“I think you can think about having a branch of your agency in Mumbai as well. If you can maintain the growth here, you can sell your success story there. I have already come across a building in Mumbai which you might like. It’s under construction, but it is exactly like this one. When your business starts operating from two offices, it must have a uniform structure among both.”
I felt good about his confidence in me. I expressed my hope to match the same in future.
 
The visit took more time than we anticipated. Even though I had accompanied him to the airport in his car, he soon felt he might have to change the plan.
“Looks like today is not our day,” Desai said. “We might not get time for our drinks.”
“It’s okay. Hopefully, you’ll be visiting soon.” I said, referring to the purchase procedure of the building.
“Definitely,” Desai said.
It was still raining and the traffic was getting heavy.
“What’s wrong with this weather today?” He asked.
I was wondering the same.
My phone rang. It was Meera. Seeing her name on the phone screen while sitting next to Desai had me quickly realise that Desai hadn’t spoken a single word about her during the visit.
“Where are you, Krish?” She asked. 
I told her I was going to the airport with Desai. “Desai was visiting my office, Meera,” I said and wished I could see her reaction. “He was seeing my expansion plan. He’s going back anyway. We’re on our way to the airport.” I added.
“Okay. Are you seeing the rain?” Meera asked. “The rain is not going to stop any soon. There’s a weather alert in the city. Try to come home early, Krish,” she said.
She made no big deal about Desai, even though I expected her to ask me to say hi to him for her.
 
The weather alert was real. I noticed many shops along the road getting closed as we drove by them. Just as we were entering the parking lot of the airport, Desai received a message from the airlines that the departure of his flight was delayed by three hours. All the flights were affected.
“I hate waiting,” Desai said. “But it’s good that we have time to have a couple of drinks. And probably dinner too.” 
“I think it’ll be better if you stay in a hotel and catch an early morning flight tomorrow.”
I said, looking at the dark sky through the window.
“I’ll think about it while having the drinks.”
I quickly thought up another idea.
“Why don’t you come with me? Dinner at my place?”
He looked at me. There was a momentary hesitation in his eyes.
“And probably a couple of drinks too,” I added.
He smiled, “How much time we’ll have?”
“More than one hour. Isn’t it enough?”
Desai nodded and phoned his driver to tell him to go home and come back after three hours. Soon we were on our way to my house.
 
I kept thinking about Meera's reaction when she sees Desai. I wanted to see it.
Surprised? Shocked? 
Or delighted?
I kept thinking of her reactions and remained amused throughout the ride.
 
 
As expected, Meera was surprised to see Desai with me.
“You said you were on the way to the airport, didn’t you?” She asked.
“The flight was cancelled.”
“Postponed,” Desai interrupted. “By three hours.”
“Yeah, right. So I thought why not invite him for dinner?”
Even though I was talking calmly, my heartbeats had shot up the moment Meera had opened the door. She was wearing a black tank top and a long orange skirt. It was the same casual wear she had put on the last time I had a crazy night with her. For one moment I wondered if she was in the mood to treat me with the same level of enthusiasm and I felt I missed an opportunity. The way she had dropped down to her knees and sucked my cock hungrily that night flashed in my head. But I was sure I had lost the opportunity. I thought about making a joke about cancelling the dinner and saying goodbye to Desai and then decided against it.
Then I looked at Desai and saw him looking at Meera. He was seeing exactly what I was seeing.
The fact that Meera was lending a lavish display of her shoulders and cleavage along with the shape of her breasts to her ardent follower Desai was making it even hotter.
 
For one moment I wished I could read what Desai was thinking at the moment.
“Come in, Susheel.” Meera invited Desai pleasantly. I think her eyes were shining when she looked straight at him. She shifted to the right to give him the way and still maintained eye contact as he walked.
“This is our new house. We recently bought it from a rich guy. I hope you’ll like our choice.” She said with a cute smile. I could not stop smiling at her remark.
Desai walked in, his left arm an inch from brushing against her breasts.
“Thank you, Meera. And I thank Krish too, for inviting me to your newly purchased house. It looks a very good investment.”
He said.
“Investment!” Meera laughed. “Always thinking about investing.”
 
My thought went back to the moments of wondering about Meera's reaction upon seeing Desai. She surely looked surprised, and to an extent, shocked too.
But then I felt she was more delighted about it.
 
I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
Is this the night?
 
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[krish_999]

Plzz update bro its been a long time you can give one more update ...for us plzzz :)

Saturday, dear.

I am finetuning the chapter. :)

[krish_999]

Chapter - 31

As we settled down in the hall, I explained to Meera about the development at my office. Desai was lavish with words as he praised my effort to make the agency a success.

“He has surpassed the expectation. I am not saying I didn’t expect much from him, but I never thought a security service agency would grow at this rate. It was unknown territory to me.”
He said. Meera kept smiling at him like a perfect host before she went to the kitchen.
I followed her and asked her plan for dinner.
“Desai will leave in an hour,” I said.
“Tell me the truth, Krish. What’s in your mind?”
She asked me, looking into my eyes. I could not look straight.
“Nothing in my mind, baby. Just dinner.”
“Seriously?” She moved closer, her eyes fixed deep into my eyes as if trying to read my mind.
“What do you expect me to say?” I finally looked back into her eyes.
Meera smiled. “You left me completely surprised.” Meera looked at the clock. “But no problem; there are people here who can deliver nice food in a short time.”
She picked up her phone and began to make the online food order.
I wanted to ask her about her outfit. I wanted to ask her if she had plans to celebrate with me like the other night. But as soon as the order was placed, she walked out to the hall. I followed her. My eyes fell on her bare shoulders and curvy back, and I could not just take my eyes off her.
“I'm thinking about a hot coffee, thanks to the cold weather out there,” Meera said to Desai. "Any objections?"
Desai smiled at her.
"I would prefer you leave the kitchen to sit by me and Krish. We're good."
"That won't work. Give me a chance to play the host. It's your first visit to our house, isn't it?"
“Then...Anything. Your wish.” He said.
I moved forward, “I’ve promised him a couple of drinks. There’s enough time before the food arrives, right?”
Meera turned to me. Her smile was suddenly gone.
"No. There's not enough time."
"Come on..." I began to say and stopped as Desai raised his arm.
"It's okay, Krish. I can settle for the coffee."
"Yeah, I forgot. She can convince you of anything. Just like that, right?"
I said.
Desai laughed.
"Just like that. I love being convinced by no one but her."
"Yeah, he's my slave," Meera turned to me. "Happy now?"
"Yeah, he would love to play your slave, I'm sure."
I hit back.
"Don't go overboard, my dear hubby." Meera made a face at me and turned to Desai.
"Lucky you, I've baked a cake today. I'll bring it for you."
I was surprised. She had stopped baking after her fling with Ashish. It was a sign that she was back to her normal life.
"Wow, that's wonderful," I said.
 
"I haven't done baking for long. I'm just happy that I've got a guest to taste it."
"Well, I'm not just a guest. I have to tell you that today happens to be my birthday."
Desai revealed.
"What?" We asked in unison. We couldn't believe that Desai was letting his birthday go like any other day.
"Then you must cut the cake," Meera suggested.
"No, that's not necessary," Desai said.
"It's your birthday, gentleman. And you are cutting the cake. I'm so happy that my cake has a purpose." Meera said loudly, though with a smile. 
"I don’t believe in celebrating my birthdays. But suddenly it feels like it’s in my destiny that I get to have a nice cake this time."
He said, with a coy smile on his face.
"Why don’t you celebrate your birthday?"
She asked.
"I just don’t. I rather believe that birthdays are a thing for children to celebrate their parents’ birthdays, those parents whose children should feel special enough to be celebrated. It will come at a later stage of our lives, right?" Desai said.
"To make your children celebrate your birthday, you must make children first. And for that, you need to get married, gentleman." Meera said with a giggle.
Desai laughed, "I didn’t know I was getting my own ass swept. Sorry, my bad."
"To celebrate your birthday, you only need to feel special about it. You are welcome, by the way."
"Thank you," Desai said. “But please, spare me from the cake cutting thing. I’d love to taste it, though, surely.”
“I know I can convince you. But it’s okay. I don’t want you to be late.” Meera said.
"I don't know how to thank you for this. Both of you. You guys are a miracle only I get to witness. Despite all the adventures and misadventures I have brought into your life, you guys are united and liberal at the same time. I consider myself rich because I have the luxury of your friendship." Desai said.
"Well, it's the other way around for us," Meera said with a giggle. "We consider you a friend because you are rich."
Desai and I laughed together.
Meera went on. "But I noticed that you evaded my question about your marriage. Is there any plan like that? Are you not seeing someone in your hometown? It’s been too many months since you’ve shifted your ass there. I won’t believe you if you are going to say no.”
"I have no plan to lie to you, my queen. I’ve met a girl, of course, who’s been nice to me. She likes me but after meeting a couple of times I felt I cannot see a young girl like her."
"What do you mean by a young girl? A virgin?" Meera asked.
"Probably."
"Oh, I forgot who you are. You are still looking for married women to hook up with, aren’t you?" She said with a straight face. “I was talking about marriage, gentleman. Not a hook-up.” She added.
Desai laughed again.
"I wasn’t looking for anything when I met her. To be honest, I am not sure what to look for in a girl. I’m kinda lost when the women are concerned. But it’s a good thing that I’ve found peace with that."
"Are you not seeing yourself getting married in future at all?" I asked.
"I often think of you. And I wonder how lucky you are. And yes, I do fantasise to be you, living your life.” He said and looked at Meera. “Living the life of Krish.”
“Why don't just openly accept that you want to become my husband?” Meera joked.
“Yeah,” He laughed again and I joined.
"That's true," Desai added.
Meera looked at me.
"You better keep an eye on your friend, Krish. He's still dreaming about your wife. Not just about sleeping with her but about becoming her husband." She said.
"I'm going to prison, then," I said. “after taking someone’s life.”
"How am I supposed to be happy by that?"
She retorted.
"No, I won't bring such misery into your lives. That's not my dream." Desai said.
"Your dream." Meera giggled. "I'd like to hear more about it. Like how our life would be. How many kids would you like to have?"
"As many as you want to be the mother of."
"Oh, that's tempting. Indeed a rich guy!” Meera laughed. "And, at what time would you come home from the office?"
"At the right time. I'm the boss at my office so I can leave any time I want."
"Yes, you are the boss," Meera said.
"No plans to take your wife around the world?" I asked.
"Of course, I do have great plans for that. That's the best thing I'm gonna do with her. The world tour. Holding her hand in mine and enjoying all the beautiful places, wonders, and journeys. Together, always."
"Wow. That's even more tempting." Meera went on playing along. "But one more question; What would you do when you see other men ogling at me?"
I laughed aloud this time.
"When you are with me, I'm not sure if I would notice what the others are doing," Desai said.
"That's a diplomatic answer. But I can live with that." Meera bobbed her head as she went on. "Now I suggest you ask my current husband if he agrees to let you become my new husband."
Desai and I laughed at her remark.
 
Desai's phone buzzed at this moment and it turned out that his flight delay was extended up to six hours.
He decided to cancel his flight ticket. He phoned someone and told him to book a suite for him.
 
“Now I can relax a bit more.” He said before returning to the old topic.
“Krish has already spoken his mind. And I don't want to send him to prison by letting myself killed.”
“Then I can't help you,” Meera said quickly.
“This woman is cunning. She will make you do anything.” I opined.
“Really? You're the one who can make anyone do anything.” Meera took a dig at me.
“But the credit for my transformation goes to both of you. If I was able to change Krish's impression on me from hatred to friendship, it's only because of the opportunity you guys gave me. I can never forget that." Desai said.
"My impression of you didn't change from hatred to friendship in one day. I can say hatred became admiration first. Admiration resulted in our friendship." I said.
"Enmity became a friendship. Now friendship has become a partnership." He added and looked at me. "Krish, I often wonder how you would react if you were in my place during Meera's persistent refusal to have friendship with me."
"I would have quit, easily."
"Then you probably aren't able to imagine yourself in my place."
"Yeah; that's true. I know you are not the one to quit. How you stick with your game is often a subject of admiration."
"That is my formula for success. Even in my professional life. You can follow it in your professional life too."
"I would love to follow it in my personal life too," I said.
“Then I suggest you cut the cake on behalf of him,” Meera said.
“That’s a great idea. I was wondering when you’ll talk about the cake again. I want to have it.” Desai said.
Meera went to the kitchen and brought the cake, placed it on a plate and covered it with a lid. She kept it on the centre table and then took a candle from the drawer beneath it. As she bent forward to arrange it with the cake on the centre table, I couldn't miss the lavish display of her cleavage. I was sure Desai too was enjoying it.
Meera looked at Desai, “Do you have a lighter?”
“No, I’ve quit smoking.”
She made an appreciative gesture at him.
“Thanks to me?”
“Yup.”
“Clever guy; never stops trying to impress me.” She said with a wink at him. He laughed.
“You never stop frying me.”
I offered to bring a lighter from the kitchen. As I walked away from the hall, I wondered if I was giving them the wrong message by giving them more space. I ended up hurrying my return.
Meera had removed the lid to reveal the beautifully decorated, red and white colour cake.
“Wow, it is beautiful,” Desai said. “It is red velvet, right?"
“It’s not!” Meera suppressed a giggle at his wild guess, “it's a drip cake, gentleman."
Her smile was cute and her eyes were simply locking him up. I felt a sense of warmth taking over me.
Meera lit up the candle and handed the knife to me. “Cut the cake, birthday boy.”
“Me?” I was surprised.
“Yeah, you. You are Desai from this point. It’s your birthday and so you will cut the cake,” Meera said.
I looked at Desai.
“And then who is this gentleman?”
“I am Krish; the house owner of this wonderful house.”
Desai said.
Meera pushed him away. “I can see your humbleness, you crook! Speak your mind.”
Desai laughed, “I can’t believe how she’s pulling my legs all the time.” He said and turned to me. “Okay, let me say it. I’m Krish, the husband of this wonderful woman.”
“Well,” I moved towards the centre table. “I’m excited to play the rich guy.”
“Remember to make a wish,” Meera reminded as I blew out the candle.
“Well, I wish to see you and Krish keep on being at your romantic best,” I said and proceeded to cut the cake.
I took the first piece and looked at Meera and then at Desai.
“May I?”
I asked him as if taking permission from him to feed Meera.
“Oh, please, my friend.”
Desai said.
I fed the cake piece to Meera.
“First, to the woman who took the effort to bake this wonderful cake…”
She opened her mouth and ate it. She ended up sucking my fingers lightly. I took another piece and fed it to Desai too.
“Mmm…” Desai let out a noise. “It’s delicious.”
“You gave me a small piece,” Meera said.
I took another piece and fed it to her. She sucked my lips again. I knew she was playing naughty and I licked my fingers myself.
"You are making me envy," Desai said and added, "I've just noticed what you did."
Meera looked at him and smiled. “Mmm…that’s exactly what my husband is like.”
“Now you understand my pain of watching you take advantage of my wife,” I said.
“Except that it has always excited him,” Meera joked.
“Yeah, it excites me,” I admitted shyly.
Desai took a tiny piece of the cake and fed it to Meera. She ate it with a smile, looking into his eyes. I watched her lips making a circle around his fingers and sucking it once, as he pulled it out of her mouth. Desai looked at his fingers. There were some bits of cake on his fingers.
“What about now?” He looked at me.
Before I could say anything, Meera grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth. She sucked each of his fingers until the cake bits disappeared. Desai nodded at her and then looked at me as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked it.
I was stunned. But I knew she was teasing me.
“You guys invited me to your wonderful house to witness this?” I asked
“It was your wish to see me and Krish on our romantic best, Susheel,” Meera told me. “Did you forget?”
“But he didn’t make the wish as I do,” Desai told her.
“Okay, give me a hint. I’ll make that wish for you.” I promised.
“I had gifted Meera a saree on our trip to the resort. I would like to see her in that saree, one day.” Desai said.
“That’s a cool wish. But why not today?” I asked.
“Today might not be possible. The saree needs a matching blouse and other accessories. It will take time to stitch the blouse and all, right?” Desai asked her.
“Ladies don’t delay such things. Particularly not me. But I have no plan to wear it tonight.” Meera said.
I chose to ignore her words.
“Then, I, Susheel Desai, am making a birthday wish here. I wish to see you in that saree for the rest of this night.” I said.
“No way. It’s a bridal saree. It will take time to wear now,” Meera said.
“It’s okay, we can wait. I don’t have a flight to catch tonight anymore.” I said. “And I wish to see you in the complete bridal look.”
“What?” Meera looked at me and then at Desai.
“It’s his birthday wish, baby. I can see him dying to see it.” He said and Meera laughed.
“Dying to see. Wow!”
Desai patted her shoulder. “Go.”
Meera pushed him away. “It will take one hour,” she warned.
“We’ll have a couple of drinks by then.” He said.
“Drinks. Drinks.” Meera finally got up. “Don’t go over the limit, Krish. Whoever that may be.” She said walking towards our room.
“It’s a bridal dress. I know you’ll look like a bride in it.”
Desai said and Meera paused.
“Are you going to make me your bride tonight?”
Desai smiled, “You are my wife, already. Why not play a little younger?”
Meera smiled at him and then at me before disappearing into the bedroom.
 
I quickly got up and brought a whiskey bottle from the shelf.
“Wish you many, many returns of the day, Mr Susheel,” Desai said as we raised our glasses. He seemed to be enjoying the role swapping. I wondered if he was fantasising about swapping ourselves in Meera's bed too. The thought brought a secret smile to my lips. I knew it would make him dream a lot in future.
“Why don’t you guys exchange your jackets to make it look more real?” Meera asked from the bedroom.
We laughed at her suggestion.
“It’s good that you remembered the saree. I have never seen it.” I admitted.
“Thank me later,” Desai said.
 
The doorbell rang and it was the food delivery guy. I accepted the order and kept it in the dining hall.
 
I returned to Desai and we went on with our casual banter, entertaining each other with small relatable jokes.
“You said something about the pain of watching me taking advantage of my wife. And Meera said it has always excited you. Which one is more correct?”
Desai asked me after a while.
I smiled, “You are asking which one is more correct. You are suggesting that both are correct to an extent.”
“You have admitted that you get excited.”
“Right. It’s pain versus excitement, right?”
“Which one is more powerful?”
“I don’t know. It’s tough to decide by thinking.”
“I never mean to hurt you, to bring you pain in any way. I am living the last best moments I can have with Meera. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You are not hurting me. I am enjoying this night, buddy.” I said.
“She’s coming here in a bridal dress. Can I keep on playing this roleplaying game a little more, if it doesn’t hurt you?”
I was surprised by his open proposal. And I was getting a sense of danger in the proposal. But I didn’t want to accept that I felt threatened by his proposal.
“What is it that you want to do?”
I asked.
“I wish to sit with her. And I wish to dance with her if she agrees. I will have my arms around her, if she agrees, of course.”
“No kissing?” I asked.
Desai smiled, without answering. “I am not a good dancer. Maybe I am just looking for an opportunity to hug her.” He then admitted.
“When we met today, Desai, I almost felt you have forgotten about Meera. You spoke nothing, asked nothing about her. So I felt you might have moved on.”
“Did you bring me home because of that?”
“No; I was talking about the way you control your feelings for her. But now it seems you are never out of fantasies about my wife.”
Desai looked down and took a deep breath.
“We are two sides of the same coin; we have the same weight of fantasies but can’t show our faces together. If one takes the front side, the other one has to go to the other side.”
“In your fantasies, you want to see me take the other side.”
“What about your fantasies?”
“I can’t talk about it, Desai. I will end up talking too much.” I said and finished my drink.
I quickly refilled it though.
“Will you have a hard-on if you see Meera sitting next to me?” Desai asked.
“I had a hard-on when I saw you licking your finger after she ate the cake from your hand,” I revealed.
 
The door of the bedroom was opened and we both turned our heads towards it in great anticipation. Meera walked out slowly. And my jaws dropped to the floor, literally.
It wasn’t my wife, but a bride, walking into her wedding ceremony. Maybe I am exaggerating, but that was how I felt.
I had a glimpse of the saree the other day when she had opened the gift. But I never knew how beautiful it was.
Meera looked absolutely stunning in it. She walked a few steps toward us and paused a moment to acknowledge our surrender. I was sure Desai was lost in her beauty but I was not ready to check him out. I simply could not take my eyes off my wife.
The saree was a stunning combination of pink and maroon with shades of gold in small checked designs all over it. The soothing pink shade of the saree was complemented by the elegant golden paisley border. The sleeveless blouse was maroon in colour with hues of gold in small paisley prints. And just like Desai had wished a few minutes ago, Meera had made conscious efforts to look like a bride. Starting from the nude matte pink lipstick and a matching gold jhumka earring and her signature wavy hairstyle, she looked like a bride who was stepping into her wedding hall. No bling, no embellishments but just a few pieces of jewellery – a sublime mango pattern necklace which I had gifted her years ago – around her neck and a pair of gold bangles on her otherwise long naked arms; they were enough to make the whole look scream rich and grandeur.
My heartbeats only rose as she slowly walked over to us, and stood with a pregnant smile that told me she was enjoying the undivided attention from us. I could do nothing but sit and stare at her, admiringly.
Her transformation from a housewife in her casuals to a bride in her stunning bridal attire had suddenly elevated the mood of the night into something else. I could already tell that the way the night was going to progress was not in my hands anymore. But at the ecstasy of seeing Meera walking into the hall like a bride at her betrothal, I ended up ignoring everything else.
 
“How do I look?” She asked me.
“You should better be asking your husband,” I said something I shouldn’t have. But it was my destiny to say it.
Meera spent a moment staring at me, without even glancing at Desai. But I felt she was watching his response – even enjoying it – through the corner of her eyes.
“It is your gift. I hope you haven’t forgotten that. So you are the one to tell me if I match your vision.”
It was another way of telling me she was seeing Desai in me. The thrill of being at the receiving end of her admiration for Desai simply left me speechless.
“It’s…uh…” I stammered. “Stunning. You look perfect as a bride. Right?”
I looked at Desai, inviting him to the conversation.
“Not like the bride, Mr Desai,” Desai said. “She is the bride. My bride.” He said proudly and turned to Meera. “And yes, she makes me spell-bound.”
“Spell-bound?” Meera's lips widened with a smile that melted my heart instantly. “But you seem okay.”
“I am just waiting for the public to leave.” He said. His voice was suddenly soft.
Meera's eyes were now glued to him.
“And then, what are you gonna do after the public leaves?”
“I will spend the whole night staring at you in the eye, just trying to comprehend the fact that I am your husband.”
He said it with a dramatic face and Meera burst into quick laughter.
“You are so funny.” She said. “It’s a wonderful selection, by the way. I loved it.”
She was still looking at him.
“You can thank him.”
Desai gestured at me with his eyes.
“No. I’ll thank you, for letting me wear it now.”
Meera said and gracefully walked to the centre of the hall. Desai shifted to his left on his sofa to give her space to sit. Meera noticed it and looked at me.
“My jealous hubby doesn’t want me to sit you.” She said. Desai smiled at her ‘jealous hubby’ remark, aimed at him.
“Yeah, you should sit with him. I hope I’ll get a chance to enjoy your company on my sofa too.” I said.
Meera sat slowly on the sofa next to Desai, careful not to fold the saree in the wrong places. As she settled down, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful folded belly and a portion of her breasts from her left side. And she adjusted it quickly to cover it properly. There was grace in every movement she made. I could not stop staring at her. Desai wasn’t any different as I saw him struggling to take his eyes off her, as she acknowledged him with a smile.
“You make me feel it’s my wedding day,” Desai whispered.
“So be it. Who’s stopping you from fantasising?”
Desai kept on looking at her admiringly, and slowly put his right arm around her.
“No one will stop me,” I heard him say. “But I can’t hurt the emotions of our guest who’s sitting there, right?”
Meera nodded and suddenly as if she remembered something, she said, “wait; I need your help.” She turned to her right on the sofa to show the back of her shoulders to him. “Can you tie the back laces please?”
The U-shaped deep back of the blouse exposed the creamy white skin of her shoulder back. The two laces at the inner border of the shoulder strap were hanging loose.  Meera grabbed her wavy hair and brought it around the neck to give him a better view of the laces; I again watched the glorious side view of her belly and breasts under her lifted arm.
“Yeah, sure,” Desai said and placed his drink on the centre table. He turned to Meera and tied the loose laces together. I could not say who Meera was trying to tease. But I could see it was Desai who was getting to live the heat of the moment as he took his sweet time to make the knot at the exact centre of her shoulder. I felt he would be dreaming of an opportunity to take off the same blouse with his own hands.
The beautiful golden laces complemented both the tone of her blouse and her skin.
“The look is now complete,” Desai said and Meera thanked him.
However, I just noticed an imperfection. She was not wearing the vermillion and I pointed it out.
“You forgot to wear the sindoor. Have you forgotten you are married?”
“Oh,” She touched her forehead and looked at Desai apologetically. “I forgot it.”
I felt it funny that she looked genuinely sorry. As a matter of the fact, there was nothing unusual in it as she was used to wearing the visual marker of her marital status rarely – on formal occasions only.
She began to get up from the sofa, carefully, and Desai stopped her.
“Don’t bother,” he got up quickly and said. “I can bring it for you.”
He was playing the husband's role well.
Meera thanked him with a nod. Desai walked to our bedroom as if he was familiar with her wardrobe. I looked at Meera and smiled at her as Desai disappeared into the room.
“Enjoying the game, you cucky husband?” She asked.
I was stunned at her role reversal in the blink of an eye. I knew I was not the Desai anymore.
I pushed my tongue against the inner wall of my cheek to pretend confidence to play up the game.
“Very much, baby,” I smirked.
“I might need your vocal guidance, Meera.” Desai's voice interrupted our little banter.
I laughed at Meera. “Just married, huh?” I said. “It’s okay. Help him.”
The next moment I regretted my words though, fearing I had just given Meera a reason to join him in my bedroom. As Meera turned her attention towards the room, I anticipated her walking into it, and disappearing behind that door.
But fortunately, Meera just leaned back on the sofa and directed him. “Pull out the third drawer. You’ll find it inside.”
“Third one, yes, I’ve found it. But, no. It has a collection of hair clips and headbands. Wow. Do you use these? I can’t wait to see you wearing it.”
“Say you haven’t noticed.”
Meera said.
“Maybe they look like something else on you. Just better only.”
“Are you really looking for what you’ve gone there for?”
“I am on it, sweetie!”
“Don’t open the rightmost drawers. They are my innerwear.”
“You are my wife; can’t I even look at them?”
Meera giggled, “Yeah; you can look at them. But don’t tell me you can’t wait to see me wear it.”
“What’s wrong with that too? Are you shy?”
“Of course, I am shy, mister. You’ve got a guest here, you remember?”
“Which guest? I am kinda so lost here.”
“All the husbands are so stupid at a certain point in their lives. Can’t help.”
Meera said and began to walk toward the room.
I watched in horror and thought in horror that Desai was just playing stupid to draw her into the bedroom. I also got up from my sofa. I was not going to let my wife walk into that room like that.
“Hurray! I’ve found it,” came Desai's voice. He had found the sindoor box.
He showed up at the door and I sat back on my sofa.
Desai walked over to Meera and stood in front of her.
I thought he would hand over the box to her. But he opened it carefully and pinched a small amount of sindoor from it. And as I watched, he moved closer and put it on at the end of the parting of her hairline.
“Perfect!” He said.
I felt a sense of unease growing within my skin. I did not know whether I should smile foolishly or darken my face if Meera looked at me.
However, Meera didn’t care to look at me. She looked up straight into him, at his eyes.
“Say something to your newly wedded wife, gentleman.”
Meera said, teasingly.
I felt she was too lazy to acknowledge the significance of putting sindoor on the parting of her hairline.
Or was she reliving the experience of being taken by a man?
“Now you look perfect, just the way I imagined.”
I did not know what his imagination was, but to me, she looked like a gorgeous newlywed wife. Just waiting for her husband to lavish her with love.
“And this is a moment to cherish,” Desai said and took out his mobile phone. He stood close to Meera and took a selfie on his mobile phone camera. Meera smiled at the camera, holding her head in a perfect pose. I couldn’t see the phone’s screen but from the look on Desai's face, I knew the photo was perfect.
“Wonderful.” Desai blurted and moved away from her. “Now give me a smile, please.”
Meera turned slightly to her right and placed her left fist on the hip. From the side, I knew Desai was getting a stunning partial view of her belly and blouse.
“I probably won’t need these photos to remember how beautiful you are, Meera. But I can’t fight the temptation. One more selfie…” he said and again moved closer. This time he went around her and put his left arm around her while taking the selfie. I witnessed the satisfied gesture on his face again as Meera lent her gorgeous smile to enhance the photo.
 
He put the phone back in his pocket but didn’t take his hand off her even as he turned towards me.
“Now say something about us, Mr Susheel.”
He said. My attention was not on how he had put his arm around her, but on how she had conveniently moved closer to him to let him hold her closer.
“Being Mr Susheel Desai; I am dying with jealousy. I wish I was in your place.”
I said.
“That’s a bit selfish but exciting like hell,” Desai said. “What would you have done if you were in my place, by the way?”
“You can make a guess. It’s easy.” I said.
“You have already spoiled our anniversary once,” Desai said. He was referring to the night he had taken Meera to the party hall and banged her. I was amused by his knack to accuse me.
“I am sorry, buddy; it happened.” I went with the flow and apologized.
“I had let it happen. Not your mistake.” Desai said.
“And I have promised myself that I will not repeat it. Our anniversary will be ours only.” He added and looked at Meera. “Right, baby?”
She was watching us talk, with a never-ending smile.
“I can sense you are slowly taking it to a familiar place...” She said. “What is in your mind?”
“What do you expect on a wedding night?”
“I expect fireworks.”
Desai nodded and turned to face her, and then grabbed her both palms.
“I have taken permission from him.” He brought her palm up and placed them on his shoulders. I saw a sense of surprise in Meera's place before Desai added, “For a dance.”
Meera glanced at me. “Really?”
I was lost in the realisation that the gap between them had disappeared. Desai's arms had slowly dropped along her sides to reach her hip. I nodded at her.
“For a dance.”
“But I know he’s not a man of dancing,” Meera said. “I know it from the day I met him at the Square.”
“Oh, you remember the day we met at the Square?” Desai asked.
“How can I ever forget that night? This is the place you took me to from there. I just walked in through that door and you grabbed me and kissed me.”
They were talking with their eyes locked, and I felt they had forgotten about me.
“The kiss. Mmm… yeah…”
“Do you have permission to kiss me?” Meera asked.
Desai looked at me, followed by Meera.
“Do I have, buddy?”
I could not say anything. For once I wanted to see his lips meeting hers. But I didn’t want to tell him.
“I can read his mind. He wants to watch it.” Desai said.
Meera let her eyes linger on my face a bit longer than Desai. I could not take my eyes off her too. And I watched Desai turn her face to him. The next moment his lips were on hers.
It was the same way he had kissed her on the anniversary night. Desai slightly opened his mouth to welcome her lips and Meera let her eyes close for a moment, despite a sense of shyness taking over her face. Desai parted his mouth from her after two seconds.
“Again a small, plastic kiss,” I blurted.
“Oh, our guest is not entertained,” Desai told Meera without looking at me. Meera nodded slightly and bit her lips shyly. The next moment I realised my mistake of tempting him, as he kissed her again. This time he parted his lips wider and had them all over her mouth. I saw him sucking her both lips and I thought I even saw his tongue making a swift motion around her lower lips.
If that wasn’t enough to leave me breathless, I saw Meera's tongue moving into his mouth as if it was drawn by a magnet. Desai's right palm had crawled up behind her head and tilted it slightly right, and I saw his jaw moving as he sucked her lips and tongue intensely.
I ended up clearing my throat desperately, in an attempt to make them remember my presence.
Desai parted and smiled at her.
“I don’t want to stop but I know I can’t have all the fun.” He said.
Meera let out a sigh. She was not taking her eyes off him, not even for a second. Neither was she feeling the necessity to move away from him. “I thought you spoke about a change of heart when the last time when we met. Are you still saying I am your dream woman?” She asked.
“You’ll always be my dream woman. The only difference is that I wouldn't do anything to seduce you.”
“What is the use of that generosity when you know that the seduction part is already done?”
He kept looking into her eyes as if she had delivered a golden line for him. His eyes held her as if by a spell; she was drawn to him.
“I am shamelessly desperate for these eyes, Meera. I don't know what to do. Will Krish be angry?”
“He wouldn't,” Meera assured.
I was stunned by the realisation that Meera was expressing her consent to play the game wilfully. I did not know where it was going. I had seen enough. I wanted her to get back to me as soon as possible. But there was no way I could pull them apart. My ego would not let me express my desperation. I could not even move from my seat.
Desai let it sink into his heart for once, and then he kissed her again. The kiss was even more intense, and the sight of Meera's lips and tongue being consumed by him simply left me gasping for air. I again saw their tongue competing with each other to invade the other’s mouth.
Desai's hand tightened around her, and his one palm stopped at the side of her belly, to grip. He squeezed at its softness. His other palm was caressing her body. I felt he was pulling her toward him, unable to let her separate from him.
Meera was the one to stop it this time, to my relief. But Desai was not the one to be stopped. His lips descended to her throat, and he bent inward to help him travel further down. I felt he would proceed to take her saree off her chest and plunge his mouth into her cleavage. And I already knew he wouldn’t hesitate to unhook her blouse while I watched.
Meera held him, her palms at either side of his face.
“No…Susheel…”
She called him Susheel, clearly suggesting the end to the fantasy from her side. I was disappointed but relieved as well, that she said no.
“Let’s stop this game.”
“Why stop something so good, sweetheart?”
Desai was still lost in the momentum.
“It’s getting dangerous.”
“What are you scared of, honey?”
Meera threw a glimpse at me as if I was the thing she was scared of.
Desai too looked at me in my eyes and then turned to Meera. His eyes were strong enough to make me unsure of what to do and what to think. I felt I had no role in the proceedings.
“Look at him; it is a game he would love to lose.”
Meera threw her eyes at me again. And I sat like a loser who didn’t want to compete. I was conquered by the fact that I had nothing to hide. Desai had said it all about me. I was indeed witnessing a game I loved to lose.
Desai pulled my wife close to him again, and this time Meera did not try to step away. Their lips met again. Their tongues invaded each other’s mouths again.
This time Desai's hand move further down below her hip, and grabbed the softness of her ass over the saree. As he pulled her closer, I felt he was pushing his crotch into hers. I was sure she would have felt his erection pushing against her centre.
I felt my dick twitching inside my pants. It had started to ache in its confinement. I couldn’t help but adjust it. Meera stopped and turned her eyes to me at the exact moment. I stopped adjusting my crotch but I could not take my hand off there before Meera saw it. I felt I was caught in the act.
The biggest irony was that I felt a pang of momentary guilt for being caught in the act of touching myself, though I hadn’t done it.
My guilt must have reflected on my face, Meera turned to Desai and bobbed her head sideways. I thought she wanted to stop Desai.
I was wrong.
“I don’t want to stop now, baby. I’m well past that point,” Desai whispered.
“No,” Meera whispered. “Not here.”
Though a whisper, it was loud enough for me to hear. For Desai, it was something that would turn him both a king and servant at the same time.
And the next thing I witnessed was my wife’s saree-clad body getting lifted by Desai in his arms. Meera laughed in wonder.
“What are you doing?”
Desai smiled and nodded at me.
“Wish me all the best, Desai.”
He told me.
Our fantasy game is still on?  He was still playing me. He was the husband of the woman lying in his arms.
“Wish you what?” I thought my voice was shivery.
“It’s our night. What do we call it?” He said and looked at Meera. “First night. Isn’t it, honey?”
Meera responded with a giggle. She threw her right arm around his neck to thwart the fear of slipping off his arms. But his arms were strong enough to hold her safe in his grip.
“Stop this game and let me stand on my feet, okay?”
I heard her say as Desai was still looking at me.
“Wish me, dude.”
It was not a request.
“Okay. All the best.” I mumbled with a forced smile. “And then?”
“Thank you.”
He said quickly and started walking away. The smile on my face faded in seconds as I saw where he was heading.
It was my bedroom.
He was carrying Meera to my bedroom!
 

 
to be cont'd...

[krish_999]

Chapter 31 continues...



The hell had broken loose once again in my life. I had lost control over my body and mind. I had become a statue as I heard Meera telling him to close the door just as he crossed the door. She had made up her mind and she had decided to take the fantasy to the next level. A level which I thought she would hate to re-enter.
“No. Not here.” Those were her words. And then, “close that door first.”
I saw the door slamming shut as soon as he entered it, and I assumed it would be a hurried back kick from Desai that closed the door. He was hurrying to take my wife to bed. My bed.
“O, my god!”
I let out a cry. “Meera!”
I got up from my sofa and ran towards the room, only to stop at the door.
Should I stop them?
I scratched my head in disbelief that I was not getting the guts to push that door open. In my head, I was already having visions of Meera lying on the bed in that bride-like attire, and Desai lying on top of her. Their lips, hungrily, feeding into each other’s mouths.
Shouldn’t I stop them?
I took another step forward and my face almost touched the door. But I still could not lift my hand to place it on the door handle. The door was closed and I was sure it was not locked. I could just walk in and tell them to stop it.
But I wasn’t sure if they would stop.
What if Meera asked me to wait outside?
What if Desai asked me not to interrupt them?
I felt my body weak as obscure thoughts began to pile up in my head.
But one thing that I noticed quickly was that there was no sound coming from the room. At first, I foolishly thought they might not have begun it. But then I realised that it was the superior soundproof quality of the doors of our luxurious house. They were very well into it.
I felt a sense of disappointment taking over my mind, and I realised that I had landed myself in the familiar realm of devastation.
I had a belief that I had come a long way from the days of utter humiliation and devastation despite never shying away from my cuckold fantasies. The last time I was left stranded at the door of a room while someone else got to have fun with my wife on the other side was during the days of Das. But after him, I had hoped that such hellish days would never repeat in my life, even though I had granted my wife the liberty to enjoy some form of intimacy. There were two occasions when I had crossed the ultimate line but they too were far from the experience of what I was living at the moment.
I was standing at the door - the very door of my bedroom - while at the other side was my wife being taken by another man. Yet again.
It was Desai who had undergone a miraculous transformation from being an intimidating, ugly and bossy person to an attractive, charming and brotherly figure. My hatred towards him had changed into admiration and friendship. It had escalated limitlessly further by earning him the liberty to shove his dick into the married pussy of my wife, and I was still not able to decide whether I should hate him or not.
I could only lower my head in shame. Not that my wife was being fucked in that room. But I was not able to form an opinion about it. I could not find his banging of my wife in my marital bed a reason to hate him. For once, I felt he deserved it. Perhaps, that's why Meera had let it happen. He had been waiting for her consent for so long.
I closed my eyes and stood in complete silence, and I could not hear any sound from the other side of the door. In fact, the only noise I was able to hear was my own heartbeats. I wiped my face and opened my eyes only to stare at the closed door again.
I took a step back and turned, and then slowly walked back to the hall. I dumped my ass on the sofa I had been sitting and grabbed the drink I had been drinking. I took a sip from it as if I didn't care what was happening inside that room.
 
But as the time passed, I could not send my mind back into that room.  I knew Desai and Meera would be completely nude this time, unlike they had done in the party hall. I was sure Desai would be enjoying the time and chance this time to lick all parts of her body. To fulfil all of his dreams at once.
He would fulfil his dream of filling her pussy with his sperm once again. Thinking of him filling her pussy with his sperm, I calculated Meera's monthly circle. It was not the safe period of the month.
I was sure they wouldn't use protection and therefore I was going to be the one who'd buy the morning after pill the next day. I felt a sense of déjà vu.
How many times?
I decided that I would talk about it in the morning and made sure she took a pill. I didn’t want her to repeat the mistake of Nikita who had forgotten to take the pill after sex with me.
 
As the time passed I was able to breathe comparatively normal. I had to reiterate to myself that it was the new normal. I had lived this moment of welcoming my wife back to my life after she had sex with another man, many times. There was no purpose in fighting that moment when I knew that it was me who let it happen in one way or the other.
It was the new normal. I was going to wait until Desai had celebrated his 'first night' with her, even though it was the third time he was having sex with her.
As I kept on waiting, I also realised that I had been carrying a boner in my pants since the beginning of the night. But I didn't want to shag this time.
I remembered Desai's words.
"There are two types of husbands in this world, Krish. One, who looks at his wife with pure hatred after she fucked another man. Two, who gets the itch to fuck her brains out so that his authority as her man is re-established. The first one will part ways with his wife. The second one forgives and lets the woman stay. The first one is a fool because he accepts that he's a loser. The second one is the smart one. His life can only improve because he gets more power than his wife in the marriage after that. He would fuck his wife like never before and she can only be grateful to him for letting her continue to be his wife. She will be grateful for him to fuck her again.”
 
I could relate to his words again. I wondered if Meera would be grateful for me to fuck her again.
"She will be grateful for you to fuck her again."
I heard Desai's words echoing in my head. It was the moment when I decided to keep my erection for my wife. I wanted to welcome her with all my love. Not only Desai but I was also seduced by Meera's bridal look. And I wanted to welcome her back to my bed after Desai had his sweet time with her. I was going to undress her again and make sure she felt the intensity of my love. I was going to wipe out our guilt of letting this night happen.
 
The time was passing annoyingly slow. But I could only wait for them to finish. My desperation to see Meera again was growing. I could already imagine how the tenderness of her look would have changed to a fucked up one. Her lips might bear the marks of Desai's aggression. There might be love bites around her tits. Her pussy might have been loosened by the hard pounding she was being subjected to. The visual of Desai's muscular figure moving up and down flashed in my head, and I imagined Meera crying in pleasure every time Desai's body went down. I imagined her lying in my bed and smiling at me, wondering if I was going to lower my mouth into her pussy as if nothing happened. Perhaps she would be expecting me to do it.
The thoughts were making me restless.
 
As the door remained shut, I was tempted to walk up to the door and try to listen. I was sure I could hear the moaning of my wife. No door of any quality could stop the sound of a woman screaming so loud with pleasure.
I sat tight on my seat and still heard Meera's cries echoing in my head. My dick had been pushing its head against the inner wall of my innerwear like there was no end. I was struggling not to touch it. But I still ended up touching it inadvertently as I kept adjusting it to stop the pain. And eventually, I exploded in my pants. Without touching, without receiving any sort of physical pleasure, I exploded in my pants, drenching my underwear with a huge burst of cum.
I leaned back with my eyes on the wall clock and realised that it had been forty minutes since Desai had carried my wife to that bed. And I was sure Desai would have been drilling her pussy with his monster for most of it.
My wife, lying on her marital bed, with her legs spread apart, and her pussy being penetrated non-stop for forty minutes!
The visuals of his monstrous dick getting treated with royal love by Maithrei at his villa many months ago flashed in my head. It was something far thicker than I had imagined until then. It had looked very different from any other dick I had seen or imagined, with a round head at the front and a thicker body behind it. Even though it didn't look too longer than mine, the twin bulges were surely capable of evoking friction at a woman's pussy lips and inner walls nonstop. And my wife was enduring that penetration non-stop for forty minutes. She must have been crying in pleasure already. She must have screamed out many times already. I thought.
Damn. Why isn't he finishing it?
I wished I had the strength to kick that door open and pull Desai away from her. I wished I could gather the guts to shout at him. "Enough is enough!"
Isn't it enough, Meera? I asked in my mind.
It was the moment I decided that I was going to make love to her, after Desai left, no matter what. Even if Meera is against it, I was going to drag her to the bed and treat her with my cravings. Since Desai would have left her pussy aching already, I had to find another way to put out the flame of my desire. I imagined how I would squeeze her cheeks and shove my dick into her open mouth. I wanted to fuck her mouth. I would fuck her mouth and fill it with my cum. I decided.
That is how I am going to redeem myself. I thought.
 
The door of my bedroom opened exactly after fifty-five minutes. And Desai walked out first. He was wearing his shirt, leaving his jacket in the bedroom. The first thought that came into my head was whether he was planning to return to that room.
I kept staring at him, unable to make an expression. Desai sat on his sofa and exhaled.
"You took so long. Had enough fun in there?" I asked, for the sake of saying something.
Desai looked at his wristwatch. "Oh, really? Time flew in there, I guess."
"It's been close to one hour," I said, hiding my despair.
"That woman," Desai gestured towards the room as he spoke, "that lovely woman in that room commands my life. I have never felt this, but I am just a slave to her."
I didn't know what he meant by that.
Desai poured plain water into his glass and took a long sip. He was thirsty, after the hard work indeed. I had lost my strength to carry on talking.
 
After a couple of minutes, Meera too returned to the hall. I was dying to see her, and the mere sight of her at the door felt like rain in a desert. The bridal saree was gone; she was wearing just the underskirt and Desai's jacket. The jacket had many of its front buttons left undone. But more than anything, I was distracted by where her eyes were at. She glimpsed at me only for a fraction of a second after exiting that door, and after that, her eyes were simply glued to Desai. I was disappointed by the lack of her enthusiasm to return to me. She was slightly shy as well as angry.
"Where is my brassiere, gentleman?" She stopped in front of Desai and asked.
As she kept both hands on her hip, I could see part of her breasts through the unbuttoned portion of the jacket. She was not wearing her blouse too. I could not take my eyes off that slit, and before I knew I was ogling at her breasts like a pervert on the road. For one moment I forgot that she was my wife.
Desai touched his thighs, gesturing at his pocket.
"It’s a souvenir from the most memorable night of my life."
He said.
"No, that's not your souvenir. Give it to me." Meera demanded.
"Please, baby. I need to keep it. You are making me begging."
Desai said with a coy smile.
Meera stared at him for two more seconds and then pulled up her skirt. All the way up to the thighs! And her hands disappeared even further inside it and she pulled down her panty.
As I watched in disbelief, she pulled it down to her ankles and removed it.
"Take it and give the other one to me. Because that's one of my favourites."
If I were in the place of Desai, I would have still sat like a statue. But he wasn't me. He slowly pulled out the brassiere from his pocket and handed it to her. She took it and rushed back to the room.
She didn't forget to throw another glance at me as if a message was being conveyed that she hadn't forgotten my existence completely.
 
"Can't argue with her," Desai quipped to turn my attention back to him and then pointed at our empty glasses. "You've stopped?"
It was something he surely would have thought more important to me at the moment.
I nodded and he refilled our glasses again with whiskey and soda.
I grabbed it silently and took a long sip. I didn't know how to start a conversation for a while.
"You okay, Krish?" Desai asked.
"Yeah," I didn't smile though, "I'm okay. But I'm still in a phase of recovery... I..."
"Did you jerk off?"
His polite enquiry simply stunned me.
"What," I blurted and then realised that I had already heard it. "No, I didn't."
"Then you must have blasted your gun in your pants."
His facial expression was extremely friendly and far from intended to humiliate me. I couldn't decide whether I should take offence or not. And my facial expression might have revealed that his wild guess was true; he went on. "Don't be embarrassed, Krish. I can understand; she was very loud. Even I would have cum, if I were you."
She was very loud!
That was the first bit of revelation from him.
"I didn't hear anything. The door is soundproof." I said. I regretted sounding like complaining.
"Oh, really?" He looked at the door. "So you've heard nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"It's hard to believe, but I believe you. Then it's unfortunate; I'm sorry." I couldn't believe he was apologising for my bad luck due to which I was unable to hear the sound of him fucking my wife. He certainly believed that I wanted him to bang my wife.
 
Meera returned to the hall, wearing the tank top and skirt she had worn earlier. The 'first night' was over and she was now reverted to being my wife. She walked over to Desai and handed over the jacket to him. And then she sat with me, much to my delight. 
However, she struggled to look straight at me. For a moment I felt she was giving me a chance to see her; to let me see how she looked after another adventure. And I didn't want to waste that chance. My eyes were glued to her; from her face to neck to shoulder to breasts to arms. I had a hunch that I was acting slightly shameless. But I looked on until Meera turned her head and smiled at me shyly. The lipstick was not what I had seen an hour ago. It looked as if wiped clean, except for the smeared shade of it around her mouth. I assumed it wasn't wiped clean but consumed by Desai's hungry mouth.
I smiled back at her, acknowledging her. I felt like I was welcoming her back to me, and I was letting her know that I was ready to welcome her back to my bed for the rest of the night. My dick had regained its erection before I knew it.
I looked at Desai and found him watching me closely, with a sense of satisfaction. I surveyed his face long enough to find the patches of lipstick around his mouth. I wasn't surprised. Meera grabbed my drink and took a long sip. She looked thirsty, but I didn’t feel the need to tell her she was having the wrong drink. I instead felt a sense of satisfaction for she was drinking what I had leftover in the glass.
We were sitting silent to the point of making it awkward, and I broke the silence.
"I think we should have dinner."
"Oh, yes," Meera said quickly and got up. "I'll get it on the table."
She hurried towards the kitchen.
By the time she arranged the food on the dining table, we had finished with our booze. The dinner looked delicious on the plate. But I could not feel its taste. I was struggling to stop thinking about how Meera's lipstick would have been tasted by Desai.
I kept looking for the tint of redness around Desai's mouth, wondering about other parts of his body where he would possibly have got her lipstick smeared on.
On his dick?
The thought was disturbing and arousing at the same time.
 
At the dinner table, Meera chose to sit with me, giving me a lot of chance to glance at her cleavage. And at one point I saw a dark spot there. I ended up staring at it and Meera saw me.
"Stop staring, Krish." She looked down and found where I was looking. "It is what it is; a love bite."
She quipped and smirked at Desai as if making him guilty of it. Desai smiled back.
"It's one of many." He said and then added. "But I have the most of them on my body."
"Shut up."
Meera giggled. Her response simply validated his comment. I quickly felt I had been wrong about carrying a feeling that Desai had been the one who enjoyed the night the most.
No. It was my wife who had enjoyed most of the night.
The display of her cleavage continued and I was becoming impatient for the night to end. I wanted to undress her and find out all the love bites and ask her how she got them. I wanted her to look into my eyes and tell me about the experience of receiving them. I was waiting for Desai to leave. I helped Meera take the plates to the kitchen.
 
When I returned to the hall, I heard Desai speaking on his phone, getting details of the hotel where his night's stay had been arranged.
I asked him if he had booked his flight too.
"Not yet. I've told him I'll be late in the morning. I don't want to wake up early. I would rather love to stay in the hangover of this night for a while."
He picked up the jacket from the sofa and began to wear it as he spoke. I looked at the bulge in his pants pocket. Meera's panty was still in there. His souvenir.
"Where is my key?" He began to search around as if he lost something. I gestured towards the key hanger on the wall.
"Have you booked the cab?" Meera asked as she walked into the hall.
I looked at her.
"No, babe. He's got his car." I said.
"Oh, and you didn't tell me about it," Meera said. "What about your driver? Has he had his dinner?"
I smiled at Desai and he smiled back.
"What driver? I've come by driving my car."
"What?" Meera stared at him.
"He'll drive it, baby," I said.
Meera looked at me and then at our unfinished whiskey bottle on the centre table.
"You've finished more than two-thirds of it. And you want to drive?" She looked at Desai again.
Her facial expression told me she was not making a funny conversation.
"Yeah, I’m good to drive. This is nothing."
"That’s bullshit," Meera said and turned to me. "Krish, tell him not to leave like this."
I was stunned.
"You know why I am telling you this. I am still not recovered from Shiva’s accident. My colleagues say he too had great confidence in his driving skills. No, I am not going to let you drive a car tonight, Susheel. That too, on a rainy night like this."
Meera grabbed his car key from the key hanger on the wall and then came to me.
“Shiva wasn’t the first person we know about dying in a drunk and drive accident, was he, Krish?”
She was right.
How could I ever forget about Shekhar, who had lost his life in an accident when he went home after a crazy night with us?
I turned to Desai.
"She’s right, Desai. It’s not right to drive in this state."
"I’ll have to call my driver. I hope it’s not too late to disturb him."
Desai pulled out his phone and started making a call.
"It’s still raining heavily out there, Susheel. Why don’t you stay overnight and leave in the morning? Do you have someone waiting for you at the hotel?”
Meera asked. Her question left Desai motionless. And me too.
Desai cut the phone call he was making and looked at me.
I chose to side with Meera.
"She’s right. You can stay overnight. And you can leave for the airport from here in the morning."
Desai wiped his face, thoughtfully.
"That’s not right, Krish. I can’t spoil your night."
"What do you mean by spoil his night?" Meera took a step forward as she asked.
Desai looked at me. He was reading my mind, I felt.
"Don’t look at him, Susheel. I am the one who’s asking you to stop. You’re not spoiling his night. You’ve just made it special already."
Meera glanced at me as she spoke. I could only nod my head.
"Okay, but on one condition. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight."
Desai said. I was surprised.
"What do you want then? Do you want to sleep in our room?" I asked jokingly.
Desai was looking at Meera and I felt my joke wasn’t funny. He was asking her to sleep the whole night with him. I felt it was obvious that he was just trying to trick her. But Meera didn’t see it.
Perhaps she did not want to see it.
"It doesn’t matter anyway after what has happened already," Meera said and added quickly. "Okay. You won’t sleep alone."
Desai looked at me. I was stunned at her quick decision.
"Are you okay too?”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him that his chance to sleep with him was over. It was my moment. The rest of the night was mine. I wanted to tell him how I was already dying to feel my wife’s warm body in my arms and her breath on my face. I wanted to tell him how I was going to kiss my wife and suck her tender lips no matter how they had been used by another man a few minutes ago. I wanted to beg him not to take her away from me.
But I said, “I am okay.”
“No one’s gonna make a deal out of it, anyway. I’m a bit tired already.” Meera said as if consoling me like I didn’t lose anything.
I forced a smile to look at my normal best.
 
Meera soon went to the other room to prepare the bed for him. No, to prepare the bed for them. I sat on my sofa, trying to keep a calm face. But my heart was beating hard and I could feel my body being deprived of its life. Meera was going to spend the whole night with Desai. I knew one thing already. No matter what Meera had told about her physical state a moment ago, Desai was not going to fall asleep just like that.
He was going to undress her again and make her body and soul receive the pleasure of being filled by his lust again. The imaginary visuals started reappearing in my head. I saw Meera lying in bed completely naked and Desai's heavy body moving up and down on her. My wife was going to cry in pleasure again. My wife was going to forget me, once again. This time for the whole night.
After preparing the bed, Meera came toward me and then turned to Desai.
“You can go now, Desai. I’ll join you.”
Desai said goodnight to me and then went to the room.
“You are okay, right?
Meera turned to stand in front of me and ran her palm across my cheek, looking down at me.
I could not simply look into her eyes. But I did.
“I am gonna miss you, baby.”
I barely said.
"I am gonna come back to you. You are going to love it tomorrow."
She said with a smile. I wanted to grab her face and kiss her madly.
"Now, go to sleep.”
She said and kissed me on my forehead. I could feel the warmth of her lips on my skin. My heart sank further.
“And try to sleep. Don’t be awake for long." She added.
Her words were at its best an acknowledgement that she knew what I was going to do in my bed, in my loneliness. In other words, she knew what I deserved.
 
I nodded and got up from my sofa. She moved back and then walked toward the room to leave me stranded in the hall.
Was she hurrying to meet him again?
I waited until she disappeared into the room and closed the door. I let out a sigh and walked toward my bedroom.
 
It was the room where Desai celebrated a simulated first night with my wife until an hour ago. And it was the first time I was entering the room after it.
It was a bloody sight.
The bed was a mess. It indeed looked like a huge fucking ceremony was held in there. The whole surface of the bed was crumpled. I climbed onto it and ran my palm over it. At the centre, I felt moisture. No, it was kinda wet and sticky. Suddenly I felt the familiar smell of sperm. It was Desai's sperm!
It was spread all over. I found sticky drops of cum in many spots, and some were highly moist. I guessed it was a mixture of Meera's juice and his sperm. And I guessed it must be what came out after filling her pussy. The man had been waiting for the moment for a long and I knew there was no point in getting surprised over it. I had let my wife sleep with him and there is no point in getting worried about the amount of sperm he might have filled in her pussy. I was sure that by the time I had deduced it, he would have already shoved his dick into her pussy again; to fill her pussy with another load of his cum.
At first, I wanted to rush to the bathroom and wash my hand. I felt I must change the bed sheet. But I could not move my ass off the bed. I felt too weak to move and I lay right next to it. I was conquered by the reality that I had no other way to evade my fate. I could not stop imagining more and more of my wife’s submission to the man whom she hated for years. She hated him more than any person in this world. I hated him like an enemy. There was a time when I wanted to charge onto him and beat the shit out of him. But he had managed to turn it all around and to fuck my wife twice. That too, with my consent, in my presence. This time, it was in my bed, where he had shoved his dick into her coveted married pussy and filled it with his fertile sperm.
And I was left to sleep on the same bed, left to spend the whole night with a dick that had the brutal power to command my thought process. I was feeling thrilled instead of feeling humiliated.
I visualised how Meera would have felt when she had her pussy filled with his sperm. She was not safe. And I was sure she would be using the contraceptive pill in the morning. But still, the feeling of having her fertile womb receive his hot sperm in huge quantity would stay in her mind for long.
I was sure he must have allowed himself to cum only after making her hit the pleasure peak. I sat up on the bed and imagined Meera lying in the bed and Desai on top of her, pumping hard into her, fucking her furiously through her mind-blowing orgasm. I saw her screaming his name out, “Susheel…Aaaah…my god… aaaah….haaa…aaaah…oh my god…”
As the visuals got clearer in my head, I could not stop pulling my pants down and letting my throbbing erection break free. I removed my shirt as well, to get completely naked. I was sure that was how Desai would have presented himself to her; the whole of his muscular and heavily built body.
I was getting thrilled at the size of my dick. I felt I hadn’t seen it bigger.
I rolled my body over the bed and lay on my stomach on the cum-drenched spot on the bed. I could not lie straight as my erection obstructed it. I lifted my torso with the support of my arms and knees and imagined Desai lying on top of Meera.
I saw Meera lying with her legs wide apart.
“Are you ready, baby?” I asked as if Desai was asking her.
"Just do it, Susheel…" came Meera's reply.
And I imagined her grabbing Desai's dick and guiding it into her pussy; her wet pussy. I heard her moaning.
“Aaaah….Susheel…aaaah…."
I lowered my hip with my eyes stuck on my dick and imagined it going inside her pussy.
"Aaaah….Susheel…it’s so good."
And I started moving my hip up and down, letting my dick move in the air. In my head, it was swimming through the pool of pleasure. I got up quickly and knelt on the bed. All my self-control had been turned to dust by then. I grabbed my dick and started jerking.
“Oh, my Meera… This is so good. My dick feels so great inside you…” I blurted in Desai's voice as I imagined him fucking my wife’s brain out. The scene in my head was rushing toward the climax quicker than I wished. And before I could even sense it was coming, I burst my second load of the night, this time right on top of Desai's dried cum drops on my bed.
 
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Next update in coming on Sunday

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Sorry for keeping you all waiting for the update, guys. Today there was a long powercut and I could not access my pc where a part of the chapter is kept. I had no choice. I didn't want to come here and post my excuse also. Anyway, finally, it's alright. I am fine tuning it and updating shortly. Thanks.

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Chapter – 32

 
I lay in bed having the rush of my breathing settled, yet still nervous. I could not find sleep. I was sure Desai would not allow his body to hurry like me and be spent on a night he had been waiting for. I knew his dick would be still stretching the inner walls of my wife’s married pussy, and I could only wonder how many times he would unload his cum inside her.
The whole night!
For once, I felt I should have questioned Meera’s decision to give in to his demand without a hint of protest. But it was a lost moment; I could do nothing.
Perhaps, tomorrow. I thought. Tomorrow I would question her. I would tell her that this wasn't something I enjoyed.
It was the heavy rain that had brought Desai to my home. As if it was the rains that had brought luck to Desai.
And it was still raining. Does it mean Desai's luck was still working?
 
Even though I somehow found sleep after a long sleepless hour, I was woken up by a bad dream.
The dream was a continuation of reality. I saw Meera and Desai joyfully spending time in bed, while I was trapped under something heavy and dark. I could not see what they were doing exactly but I knew it without looking. I could not move the weight off me, and the only option I had was to wait for Meera to finish. I had lost my voice too. I could only hope for her to turn to me and find me. But it never happened, as Meera was completely lost in whatever she was doing with Desai. It turned from bad to worse as my attempt to grab her attention by screaming failed. As the last resort, I tried to move my body with all my might and I woke up with a panic jerk.
I had lost my sleep again. I could still hear the sound of rain through the window. It made me feel lonelier than ever.
 
I felt it was my worst fear that was making me have such a dream.
No. Meera will be always mine. I said to myself.
I got up from bed and slowly walked in the darkness to the other room. I stood outside the door, silently trying to listen to the sounds from inside. But there was nothing.
I couldn't understand whether it was over or I was unable to hear them still fucking. 
Why would he stop making love to her after a couple of times of sex?
Disheartened, I walked back to my room, with only the sound of rain to accompany me. I checked the time; it was 2.30 am.
Back in my bed, I found my dick erect again. It was stupid. And there was only one thing I could do to find peace after that.
 
In the morning I woke up only when Meera pulled the blanket off my body suddenly. I woke up in shock, but the biggest shock was for Meera as she saw my naked body. She put the blanket back to cover me quickly, but the damage was already done. To add to my embarrassment, my underwear was lying beside me.
“Looks like you had a busy night, Krish,” Meera said. I saw a smirk at the corner of her lips.
I noticed that she had taken bath. In fact, she was ready in a top and trousers which made me quickly realise she was getting ready for the office.
I checked the time on the wall clock. It was quite late.
“How many times did you shag?” Meera asked again. This time her smirk had become more evident. I realised where she was looking at. At the dried-up cum spots on the bed.
“How was your night? Finally, it happened, right?” I asked, evading her questions.
Meera evaded my question too. She instead handed me a coffee cup.
“Time to wake up.”
“Where is he?” I asked. “Has he left?”
“Still sleeping. He’s also not in the mood to get out of bed.”
“Maybe he too had a busy night.” I retorted.
Meera threw another naughty smile at me, visibly enjoying my remark.
“I am getting late for office. I got things I can’t avoid there. You guys take care of each other. Breakfast is on the table for both of you.”
She said and left, after kissing me goodbye.
 
I got up and did my morning routines quickly and then went to the other room. Desai was sleeping on the bed. The first thing I noticed was the bulge between his legs. Though his body below the waist was covered by a thin and smooth blanket, his morning wood was pretty obvious.
I was suddenly hit with a reality which did not excite me like the previous night. The man who was sleeping under that thin blanket had screwed my wife for the whole night. Perhaps he had fucked her in the morning too, which may be why he’s having such a satisfying sleep late in the morning.
I stood there for a moment to observe his muscular body. Unbeknownst to myself, I was looking for love bites. In other words, I was looking for evidence of my wife’s sexual fantasies and cravings which were fulfilled by this man. I saw a red mark on the side of his neck. I could not make out whether it was redness on the skin or a spread of lipstick. Whatever it may be, it gave me a sense of loss as if suddenly the whole of my mind was forced to accept the truth.
For one moment, I imagined Meera lying next to him, her body completely naked, and kissing along his neck, landing soft love bites.
The whole night! The thought sent a chill down my spine, despite knowing there was no shock value to that thought.
 
My eyes again stuck on the bulge between his thighs.
How many times would he have pushed it inside her pussy? How many times would she have caressed it with her hands?
 
I remembered her naughty smile when I suggested Desai had a busy night in bed. I was sure she had a blissful night.
 
I stepped back and woke Desai. He slowly opened his eyes and saw me.
“Good morning, bro.”
He smiled at me and sat up on the bed, only to realise that his bulge was on display. It was an easy guess that I had seen it. But it didn’t affect him one bit.
 
Despite waking up almost the same way, our morning erections had resulted in contrasting responses. My erection had caused me embarrassment. And Desai's erection might have made him proud. Because I was jerking myself and he was screwing my wife all night!
 
When I went to shower I could not stop thinking about Desai's bulge. It was huge. Perhaps it was just good in size but the size it etched in my mind was impactful. Also, the fact that this was just a morning erection and that it would have turned into something else when Meera touched it made it even more impactful. I could not stop thinking about how Meera would have felt when she welcomed it into her pussy – for the third time in her life.
When Desai had sex with Meera on our anniversary night he had asked about her previous sex with me. Because he had felt her married pussy unusually tight.
This time I wished he didn’t need to ask about it. I wished his dick was welcomed by her with a smile. But I knew it was improbable. She used to express slight pain even when I enter her. And Desai's bigger size was surely supposed to bring more pain to her in the beginning.
And thereafter, a lot more pleasure than she used to get from me.
I could not stop caressing my dick as I stood under the shower. But I somehow managed to stop from shagging. It was still aching from the non-stop shagging of the previous night.
 
By the time I came out of the shower, Desai too had finished his morning routines. We had breakfast together. 
I had called it a day off at the office. There was an awkward silence creeping in between us.
I eventually asked him how the night was.
“It was good. I slept well. In fact, I slept too well.”
His casual reply brought a pang of disappointment in me.
He had booked his return journey on a noon flight, having called it a day off at the office.
“I'm still having a hangover.” He said.
“You didn't drink so much. You were normal when you left the scene.” I said.
“Not that hangover, Krish.” He smiled. “The hangover that your wife gave me. I am still trying to tell me whatever happened last night has happened for real.”
There!  Finally, he spoke a word about her and I was glad.
“Was it so good?” I kept my eyes fixed on his face, ready to catch even his subtle response.
“I am not able to find words to thank you, Krish. It was a blissful night.” His eyes shone as he spoke.
“Lucky rascal,” I said with a smirk. “So you’ve finished now, having fulfilled your long-time dream? Can I have my wife back, boss?”
I knew I was totally a shameless creature already, and I was beginning to acknowledge it. Because there was no other way.
Desai laughed.
“She never left you, bro. I don’t know if you believe me, but… maybe you’d call me an idiot fellow. Because we didn’t have sex after dinner.”
“What?”
I didn’t expect that. For a moment I thought he was trying to fool me.
“I’m not trying to fool you, Krish. Meera agreed to sleep with me only to make me stop from leaving in a drunken state. And she made it clear the moment she entered the room. She said the first-night role-play and fantasy were over already. She’s your woman, Krish. She’s the one who calls the shots between us.”
I was enthralled by his revelation.
"She told me she was not in favour of letting me drive in a dizzy state. Somebody in her office had died recently, hadn't he? Meera told me she knew him and his family well."
"Yeah. Shiva... was her colleague," I said. "He died a month ago in a drunk and drive accident."
"Meera told me about Shiva's wife. She was planning for their second child later this year, but Shiva's death destroyed all her dreams. Meera got me emotional but I felt glad, to be honest, Krish. Because I felt I had someone who truly cared for me. Whatever, the result is that we didn't have sex after that."
I had to believe him. “Then what the hell did you say gave you a hangover?”
“The hangover is true. It’s the hangover of having your dream turned into a beautiful reality. I had my moments with her before dinner. You would have believed me had you heard how loud she was when I was doing her from behind.”
My breath stopped when he said that. Doing her from behind. He had said that.
“I…” I shook my head sideways. “I didn’t hear any noise. The room is soundproof.”
“You tried listening?” He was looking into my eyes and I could not lie.
“I did try, yes. But I heard nothing.”
“But you must have imagined it. Like what we were doing and how we were doing, right?”
I nodded. He was growing into my head. I didn’t mind because I wanted him to talk. Desperately.
“Did you use protection?” I asked.
“No,” he said and my heart sank for a moment. “But don’t worry. I didn’t cum inside her.” He added and smirked. “In fact, she didn’t let me. She made me pull out.”
“That’s good.”
“And the bed sheet was like drenched with my cum. I am sorry you had to sleep on it.”
“Don’t be. I was in another world by the time I hit my bed. So I didn’t care. It was okay.” I said.
“So it was an experience for you.”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel?”
“What do you think?”
“I think it must be great. Otherwise, we won’t be sitting like this anymore. We are not enemies. We have become buddies, brothers who can share anything. I am feeling slightly bad that I don’t have anything to offer.”
“This is no barter system. I didn’t offer my wife to you. Don’t take it…” I couldn't help but turn my voice slightly harsh as I spoke.
“No, no way, Krish... I know that. I didn’t mean in exchange for what I’ve got.”
“In fact, I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got something. You better look at it like you gave her something. You gave me something. Those moments.”
Desai kept nodding understandingly. “I understand, Krish. It’s amazing that you are in control of what you do with your intimate emotions. Both of you. Meera was like she was giving me everything in there, and you too, speak the same language. It’s about giving. Making the other happy. Not taking. Not making yourself happy.”
“I’m glad you’ve found it.”
“So, did you become hard again when we went to sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Did you shag after hitting bed?”
“Yes, I did,” I said nonchalantly.
“That’s good to hear. You are wonderful.”
“Were you disappointed when Meera told you no after dinner?”
“Not much. Because the reason I asked her to sleep with me wasn’t to get to fuck her again. I thought it wouldn’t be nice to let her sleep with you. Because I knew all of us three were a mess. Especially you, Krish. Take no offence, I noticed how you were looking at Meera when she returned from the room. You were dying to have a go at it. I wanted to save you from the embarrassment for I knew you wouldn’t be able to put up a good show after you said you came in your pants without jerking. When we ejaculate without touching, it’s the strongest one. There’s nothing mightier than that. The only way to enjoy the rest of the night is further shagging. I am glad that you too had a great night.”
He was opening my psyche like a book. But I was not going to admit it.
“You too had a great night. I am glad too.” I said. "But I was slightly disappointed when you wanted her to spend the rest of the night with you, Desai. Because I was looking forward to having a few moments with Meera. It's not necessarily sex though. We are passionate and honest with each other; that's why this night happened. And I was going to have my moment after dinner. But you denied it. I know Meera thinks the same way but she didn't want to make you feel bad. And yes, she was probably wary of my excitement. She made her stance clear though, which means she wanted to keep you happy only. From my point of view, what you did was slightly disappointing."
"I am sorry, dear," Desai said after listening to me calmly. "But when I said I didn't want to sleep alone, I too wanted to have a few moments with Meera. It's surely not about sex only, Krish. If I hadn't done what I had done, it would have felt like I was only interested in sex, right? No, Krish. I am not just after that. I am in this for both of you. I am in this for the whole of you and Meera. She's not just another married pussy for me. She's much more than that. I wanted to respect that. And I respected you too. That's why I was worried about your failure. I am sorry if I was too caring but ended up looking crooked."
"I didn't say that, Desai. I just let you know what I felt and why I felt so. Otherwise, I had enjoyed the night."
"The next time, I won't steal your moment. I promise," Desai said and then quickly added. "If there's one, ever."
The next time! I had heard it. He's thinking about the next time already!
"Don't be greedy, boss," I said with a chuckle. "Such nights don't repeat."
Desai laughed, "But I can dream, right?"
"When will you stop dreaming about my wife?"
"It's a million-dollar question that I don't want to answer." He quipped.
 
After breakfast, Desai began to get dressed. He was going to leave. But I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to sit down with me and talk. I knew that once he went to Shimoga, it would be difficult to get him to talk about it.
I was dying to hear it.
While he got dressed in the room, I arranged a whiskey bottle and two glasses in the hall. By the time he got out, I had poured our drinks.
"Are you leaving? What happened?"
I asked as if surprised.
"Oh," he said. "It seems the party hasn't finished."
He had accepted my invitation. He sat on the couch and grabbed his drink.
 
We started by talking about silly things. Deep in my mind, I was dying to hear him talk about only one thing. Eventually, it happened, as halfway to the first drink he returned to my favourite subject.
“You were surprised when I said we didn’t do it after dinner. You thought we would have done it many times, didn’t you?” He asked.
 “At least thrice.”
I admitted.
"I can imagine how our mind works when aroused. It's just crazy, isn't it?"
"I can't stop imagining even now."
"I bet you have no idea what it was like."
"Tell me then, what it was like."
"You want to hear?"
I didn't say anything, though I revealed my wish through a smirk. I finished my drink and poured another. Desai emptied his glass too and waited until I refilled it.
"That's interesting. Do you want the details?" He asked after taking a sip.
"No," I said, even though I wanted to shout 'Yes' to him. I thought I moment and then added, "But there's a part of my mind that is very curious to know. Meera will tell me about it, eventually. But I am impatient."
"I can tell you everything," Desai said. "Without missing a single detail. You will like it."
I wondered if I had opened up too much in front of him. But I did not mind. If Desai went back to his hometown without talking, then I was sure I would never get a chance to hear it. Because I knew Meera would never tell me. Even if she told me, she wouldn't tell it all.
I wanted to know how Desai had fucked my wife. Word by word. Without missing a single detail.
"I can see you also want to share it. I am the husband whose wife you've screwed for an hour last night. Now you're getting the opportunity to tell me how you did it. Has there been any greater moments in your life, buddy?"
I was trying to make light of the situation.
"No," Desai laughed, "You are unbelievable, Krish." He took another sip from the drink and kept it on the table.
"Go on," I said.
"I'll start from the moment you lost sight of Meera and me. We went to the room, closed the door, didn't we?" A fond smile appeared on Desai's face as he remembered the moment. I felt jealous for he was playing the scene in his mind for his pleasure.
He went on, "The moment I crossed the door, I slowly let her stand on the ground but I hugged her and kissed her. But she didn't let me. She asked me to close the door first. That was a sign that it was my night. I didn't even look back as I kicked the door backwards. And then, our lips met for a warm kiss. Her lips were delicate, I sucked them softly. My arms around her didn't want to loosen up even one inch, even though my mind was urging me to take her to the bed as soon as possible.
But to be honest with you, Krish, it's not the anticipation of having sex that was thrilling me. It was the fact that I was taking her to the bedroom with her consent. Krish, you are a king and Meera is your queen. I’m just a guest in your world, who has been allowed to sleep with the queen. I felt lucky, and my mind was filled with joy. And I treated Meera like that. I looked at her with joy, love and thankfulness, and even submissiveness.
When our first kiss ended, let me remind you it was a long one, I looked at her in the eyes. She smiled and asked me what I was looking at. I said that I was making my memories more vibrant. 'Because these moments are not going to return. Looking at your eyes like this and feeling your breath touch my face like this, these are the most beautiful moments that need to be preserved in mind.'
Her smile grew fuller and her face, magnificent. 'Okay, preserve it as much as you want,' She said. I said that’s not the only thing I was going to do. She laughed this time, saying 'I knew you’d say that.' And she asked me to bolt the door. I think she didn’t want to let you peep into the room. Is it like that?”
Desai's doubt caught me a little unprepared.
“Uhh…” I cleared my throat as I thought quickly. “She’s just game.”
“Is she going to share with you the details of the night?”
“Yeah, she will. But it’s a slow process. It’ll take many nights.”
“Many nights of glorious sex, right?” Desai sounded and looked envious. I felt good.
“Thanks to you, yes.” I beamed. "The night when you told me how you had it with her on the anniversary night, I had a great night."
Desai kept smiling at me, with his eyes wide. I saw bits of jealousy in them. I was thrilled. “Go on," I said.
“Yeah; so I went back to the door and bolted it. I removed my jacket and threw it on the chair. Meera was removing her bangles. She kept it inside the dressing table drawer. I walked over to her and stood behind her, and put my arms around her, looking through the dressing mirror. I was pretty hard already and obviously, it was the first thing to touch behind her as I hugged her. She closed the drawer and leaned back, smiling at me through the mirror. A gorgeous smile. 'You are my wife, oh my god.' I exhaled.
'Stop it.' She said. 'No more role play.'
'Still, oh my god.' I said.
She laughed.
'Be the Susheel Desai.' She said. I was so pleased that she wanted me to be myself.
'I am Susheel Desai, every bit of it.' I said and hugged her tighter. She leaned back and turned her head to the left, trying to look at me. I reached over her shoulders and we kissed again. This time I was thirsty and eager to taste every inch of her mouth. She was lovely; I felt her tongue touch my gums more than once. She darted her tongue into my mouth and I sucked it. My hands went up on her body and found her breasts, caressing them over the saree. My body was on fire in no time. I put my hands under her saree, fondling her over the blouse. In my mind, she was my newlywed wife. I had never had such a feeling, Krish. I told her it indeed looked like my first night. She turned to face me and leaned back onto the dressing table and smiled at me. She said something to tease me, I don’t remember. I was suddenly lost in her smile. 'Don’t smile like this,' I said. 'I am kinda becoming unsure how to make love, out of overexcitement.' She laughed and patted my cheek. 'You are never unsure how to make love, I know.' She leaned forward slightly and we kissed again. She asked me if I had missed her. I said no.
'Liar,' she called me and patted my cheek again. I cupped my hands around her face and kissed her all over her face.
'You have no idea.' I told her the truth. She rewarded me by licking across my face, starting from here,” Desai touched below his lower lip and then moved upward, across his mouth, to the top edge of his right cheek. “It was a sensational move,” he went on. “My face was slightly wet with her saliva and I loved it. I felt she was teasing me. Making me anticipate what she’s going to give me later. Oh, Krish. Your wife knows how to drive me crazy. I’m sure she does the same with you too, in your fine moments. As her tongue was trailing across my facial skin, I was dreaming about - no, dreaming would be a wrong word; anticipating would be the right one - anticipating her doing the same with another vital part of my body; you know which one is.”
I knew which vital part he was talking about. And the same part of my body became stiff in its hiding as I realised it. For a second, I wanted him to fast forward and tell me if his dream - or anticipation - had come true.
Desai went on. “I kissed her again; all over her face and then along her neck, with my open mouth. I pulled down the shoulder flare of her saree. The golden shade of the blouse – it was indeed catchy, but it failed in comparison to that of her skin. The shape, the colour, the delicateness, the perfection of everything about her were marvellous. I went crazy in all of it. I bend down and down, feasting on all of them. Starting from her breasts over the blouse I kissed all around her body. I squeezed at the sides of her belly and licked around her belly. I pulled the saree down, dropping the loose end of it on the floor. She giggled and kept pulling my hair.
I got up grabbing the loose end of her saree and pulled it slowly. Meera asked me what I was doing. I wanted her to turn around. Meera smiled at my demand, though she started turning around. I kept pulling the saree until it came off.  Meera said it was not a good idea to turn her around like that because it was making her dizzy. But she did it. There she was, in her blouse and underskirt, like a sculpture made of milk and gold. One hook at the centre of her blouse was too tight and pulling sideways, and I saw a bit of her bra through the small gap. It only helped her look hotter. I was drawn to her once again, and I kissed her madly. My lips descended, finding her neck and breasts, and it didn’t take long before I swept her whole body off the ground and carried her to the bed. To your bed, Krish. The bed that you have been sleeping with this angelic beauty every night. Do you know how I felt? You have no idea.”
I was sure he would have felt extremely content already. Because he would have already started having the feeling of success in turning his long-term dream into reality.
“But she refused to jump onto the bed all the way. She sat on the bed and asked me to take off my shirt. She wanted to see me before anything.
So I stood in front of her and removed my shirt. I noticed her gazing at my chest and I felt good. I unbuttoned my pants too but didn’t pull it down. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled at me. She nodded like she understood what I was seeking. Next, her hands were on my pants. Her right palm, particularly, over my huge bulge.
'There’s something I couldn’t do last time.' She said. I knew what she meant. You know what she meant, don’t you?” Desai looked at me and I nodded quickly. I could not verbalise a response. Desai went on.
“She had made it obvious, and that’s when I remembered that I hadn’t washed my genitals since afternoon. Moreover, I had taken a piss during your office visit.
I asked Meera to stop. 'Let me visit the washroom first, I need to clean it,' I said. But Meera did not take her hand off my waist. 'Stop being so humble. Let me see it.' I was kinda wondering if she didn’t understand what I said. But she said, 'It’s okay. I’ll do it myself,' her assurance was still unbelievable. But I was forced to believe as she pulled out my boy from my underwear. The feel of her delicate fingers around my rock was one thing, and the growing anticipation on her cute face was another. It was a moment to remember, Krish. And she pulled it out while pulling down my underwear by its waistband. I let out a loud gasp and she smiled at me.
And then she greeted my dick, 'hi there, big guy.'
I wanted her to start sucking it right away. But then I felt I needed to ask about getting it cleaned first. I told her that I had taken a piss earlier and hadn’t washed after that. But Meera didn’t listen to me.
She moved a bit forward on the bed and put her palm under my length to support its weight, and looked at me.
'Mmm…it looks dirty…' she smiled. 'But it’s nothing I can’t clean.' So saying she bent forward and licked the top edge of my dick. Oh, Krish! The first touch of her tongue on my dick was enough to send me high into a sense of fulfilment. You know what I mean. How much I had longed to live that feeling and Meera was being simply generous. She was the uber-rich landlord and I was the poorest of the beings. I could not speak a single word as she licked again and then grabbed it with her fingers firmly around it to direct it into her mouth, or I can say she pushed it into her mouth and then slowly dropped down to her knees on the ground. I saw her lips being stretched around my dick; and as soon as she sucked it a couple of times and pulled out, I grabbed her face and kissed her mouth right away. I wanted to convey a message that I was as dirty as she wanted me to be.
'I don’t want to stop eating your lips, baby.' I said. My voice was a whisper, I think.
'Then don’t.' That was her reply. This time there was no smile on her face.
We kissed more. I sat her up on the edge of the bed again while kissing her. My hands dropped to her shoulders and I tried removing her blouse. She unhooked it quickly and helped herself get rid of it. She looked absolutely stunning in the bra. You know she thought the bra was special for her and it’s not for nothing. It was special. I think I told her she looked like a supermodel or something. I bent down to kiss her boobs, right on the bra cup. And then I licked along the bra strap upward to reach her neck and then again back to her lips. I didn’t know where to stop. Her hands soon found their way back to my pants, and she started feeling over my member again. I stood up and gave her more access. She asked me to sit down and remove my pants. I sat next to her and removed my pants completely. Meera kneeled between my legs and simply grabbed my dick again. She didn’t waste a second to begin sucking it.  I spread my thighs wider and leaned back to let her move in further. She moved in, and lifted my dick and licked under it. If that wasn’t enough, she tilted her head slightly to her left and started sucking my balls too. Are you jealous of me now, Krish?"
"Yes, I am very jealous," I said without blinking.
"You have every reason to be, man," Desai said. "After a while, she asked me if I wanted more of that - her tongue work - and suggested we move on to the bed. Perhaps her knees were aching. I quickly climbed onto the bed, on my knees. She kneeled in front of me and bent forward to resume sucking me. Her hair kept falling in front of her face and I kept putting it in place so that I could get a view of her mouth. I ended up holding her head with one hand and slowly moving my hip, and she held her head still to let me move my dick in and out of her mouth. It was a slow form of mouth fucking but the amount of pleasure was great. I then grabbed her face to kiss her mouth again. Her lips had become even softer by this time. I told her that I wanted to taste her too.
Meera got up on her knees and I untied her underskirt. She undid her bra hook and also slipped its straps off her shoulders to reveal her breasts by the time I dropped her underskirt. My attention was quickly absorbed by the enormous beauty of her breasts. I don’t know how she maintains it but that’s what makes her special. She knows how to do it, right? Maybe you know her secrets, Krish. Only you! She had the perfect breasts I have ever seen on a woman and she still has them, perfect. Her tits were erect, and I sucked on them. I had to resist the urge to run my mouth and tongue all over it at once. I opened my mouth wider to suck the most of those soft melons and then slowly turned my attention down to the sensitive brown centre, around her tits. She moaned at my touch, much to my satisfaction. I fondled her breasts and the sides of her torso, and she lifted her arms to hug me. I further lifted them to momentarily sniff her underarm and she giggled, asking me what I was doing.
'I don’t know.' I said and gave a licking, right on her underarm.
'You are crazy.' She said.
'Yes. I am.' I said and pressed my mouth on her soft skin again. She dropped her hands to squeeze my head between her body and hand, and then pulled my face upward to kiss me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. I pushed my tongue and she sucked mine too. We both were on our knees and we hugged tight while kissing madly. I could sense her breasts being squeezed between us.
My arms reached down to squeeze her ass too. And my dick was poking against her. The moment we broke our kiss I pushed her and dropped her on the bed. She lay on her back and I pulled down her panty. Her wide hips were already a glorious sight to witness. And Meera didn’t hesitate a moment before spreading her legs for me. I had a look at her. It was glorious again; I saw it perfectly as if in daylight. The lips, the clit and the face of the hole. It was wet. Dripping. Oh, God. There was no need to resist your cravings. I went down straight away and pressed my whole mouth to it. I felt the softness and warmth of the whole of her sweet pussy in my mouth. I heard a gasp from her. I felt her palm on my head. I gave a lick. She moaned again. And again. The more I licked, the sweeter she became; that’s all I can say about the experience. I tried darting my tongue deeper into the centre but she pulled my hair to refrain me from that move. But a few minutes later I did it again and this time she pushed my head downward. I knew her sensations were being upgraded. There was never enough of it, and I spread her thighs to maximum and she lifted them to help me. I saw her butt hole. It appeared like a beautiful flower to me and I licked over it too. Meera giggled and called me dirty.
'I want to be dirtier,' I said and licked over the exact spot, again.
'How?' she asked.
I asked her to turn around and she soon stood on all fours. I got behind her and spread her ass cheeks to lick along her butt crack.
'Oh my god,' Meera said. Her gasping sounded like a moan. I was pleased. 'It’s embarrassing but it feels so good, Susheel.' She said.
Her words only got me thirstier. I went further lower and literally ate her sweet hole and even tried darting my tongue inside. Meera let out loud gasps; I could hear them. I could feel them by the move of her back. I was getting carried away. I wanted to shove my dick right into her butt hole. When I stood on my knees behind her, I rubbed my dick around it. She read my mind instantly.
'Don’t even think about it, mister,' she warned me, having sensed my wish.
'It’ll be fun,' I said. 'I am open to trying it, baby.'
'Not on your first night,' Meera said.”
 
As Desai quoted Meera referring to the first night, I wondered if Meera was already making a promise about the next time. “Not on your first night.” That were her words. Doesn’t it mean he could try it on any other night? Does that mean there’s gonna be another night? Or other nights?
I hadn't forgotten how Desai had joked about having the next time with Meera. It was evident that the thought of having sex again had crossed both their minds already.
 
Oblivious to the alarm that went off inside my head, Desai went on narrating further. "Then I pushed my stuff into the right spot, without wasting any time. Slowly, slowly. Aaah, aaaah, Krish. The feel of it gliding into her sweet and wet pussy; Meera gasped, and so did I. Mmm….I just guided it deeper and deeper, trying to contain the joy that came with it. Meera said, 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, isn’t it?' She was absolutely right. It was what I wanted to do for many years. The moment had come. I stuffed half of my pole inside her and then stopped. I caressed the sides of her belly. The wide ‘W’ shape of her butt and then the thin waist, and then the smooth and glowing skin of her back shoulders. The tone, the curve, the feel, everything was just heavenly. There’s a small black mole just above her left ass cheek. It was beautiful. When I mentioned it to her, she said she never knew about it. I was surprised and asked her if you don’t do her in that pose. She said you have done her from behind, but never noticed. 'It’s hard to believe Krish never noticed something so beautiful,' I told her.”
 
I hadn’t noticed it.
But Desai didn’t care to ask me about it as he went on. "There, my angel, the goddess I wanted to surrender and submit was there, waiting for me to merge with her. And I started moving. I started fucking my angel. It took some little time before I dared to stuff my whole length inside her. And I moved it slowly only. I didn’t want to hurt her; I didn’t want to finish her; I didn’t want to finish myself. Meera too didn’t want to finish it in a hurry. She told me how great I was doing, more than once. She was taking me inside her, quite well. I bent down to reach her breasts from either side, and she stood up on her knees without making me pull out. She leaned backwards and turned her head to kiss me. Her open lips were making me crazier. I wanted them on my dick, again.
'Taste me again, baby.' I whispered. She looked at me without turning and then slowly moved her ass forward to make me pull out. She was ready to fulfil my wish. Maybe any wish.
She turned and asked me to lie down while moving her loose hair behind her ears. And then she grabbed it and guided it into her mouth. I saw the head of my dick disappearing into her mouth. She could only take it halfway through. But her hand covered the lower half. As her head began going down and up, she moved her hand on the lower half to give me the double fun.”
 
I was picturing how Meera had to lend both her mouth and hand to cover the whole length of Desai's dick. I remembered a moment from the recent past when Meera had asked me to shave my pubic area more often as the hair around the base of my dick annoyed her during blowjob. She had pushed it deep down to her throat until her lips reached the end of my dick, her lips brushing against my hair growth. She was able to take the whole length of mine in her mouth. I thought she had enough skill. And now, Desai was telling me she could take only half of his length.
This realisation gave me a startling feeling as I was forced to compare my dick with Desai's. I had seen his dick when he was having sex with Maithrei many months ago. I had thought he was slightly better in girth, but it never had come across my mind that he had a size double of mine.
No. It's not possible.
At first, I thought Desai was indeed exaggerating. Then I wished he was exaggerating. At last, I realised I could only wish.
I was already wondering if Meera would ever tell me this. The truth. 


Chapter 32 to be continued...
 

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Chapter 32 continues...


"Meera told me she was seeing it so close and complete for the first time." Desai was saying. "I reminded her about the blowjob she gave me in the car many months ago and she said 'but the half of your size was inside your pants'. She said she could not see the whole of it. Krish, I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable knowing, but I don't want to hide anything. She told me she could not see the whole of my length though she wanted to. She confessed to having a desire to see it then. I was very thrilled to hear that, maybe that's what all she wanted. To make me thrilled. And she's very skilled in that."

I had already heard enough of his revelations about my wife. I was more concerned about the bodily changes happening to me. The erection that was initially making me uncomfortable was now making me feel great. I felt I was leaking precum inside my pants. I was glad I was resisting the temptation to touch it. I was hoping to have a silent explosion inside my pants.
Desai went on.
"When I mentioned my pleasure to see her expressing herself in the bed, she said 'what do you think, only you can have fun all the time?' I said 'no, it's my dream to see you being you without holding back one bit.' And she said, 'I don't want you to hold back too.'
I was pleased with her reply.
'I'm not holding back,' I said and gestured at my dick. 'In fact, I'm turning into a monster.'
Meera smiled at me, 'I love taking on this monster.' She lifted it and gave a long lick underneath it, from the base to the tip. It made me gasp. And I said something like, 'just suck it, my baby'. Meera didn't let me finish my words before she opened her mouth to do it. I saw her soft lips stretching around my midsection again. I could feel the whole length of it, and my body, throbbing with the awakening of a sensation. I ran my fingers through her hair that was falling in front of her face and put it behind her head. I wanted to have a clear view of my dick going in and out of her mouth. It felt great and a clear view amplified the pleasure. Meera took tiny breaks between sucking to tease its head with her tongue. The light-coloured head shone with her saliva. I wanted it to shine even more. 'Spit on it, Meera.' I said.
She smiled at me. 'You want more from my mouth?'
I felt she was teasing me about feeding me from her mouth. I would love that and I told her. She smiled again and held firmly around the base of my dick and then spat on its head. At the sight of her saliva dripping from the tip of my cock, I only turned greedy. 'Make me bathe in it, honey,' I panted.
But she didn't listen to me, as her head went down, taking all the wetness back into her mouth. She gave a couple of thrusts to make me moan like a woman, and when she pulled out I saw a trail of her saliva mixed with my pre-cum from the shiny head of my dick leading back to her mouth. It was utterly satisfying. I couldn't resist anymore and grabbed Meera to bring her to my mouth. We kissed again, and she was equally thrilled about getting dirtier. It was evident from the way she was moving her tongue all over my mouth. Even while kissing, her hand was moving along my dick. She was dying to have it. I was dying to give it to her. Eventually, I asked her how she would like me to do it. She said, 'from behind.'
And she kneeled and bent forward to stand on all fours, while I rushed to move behind her, and then guided it in slowly but quicker than last time. Oh, God. What a feeling it was. I am rock hard now, Krish, just thinking about it. And I was bigger, yesterday. It was sliding in, into her tight pussy. Yes, she was tight. And she felt every inch of my dick inside her; her little gasps were making it evident. I asked her how she was feeling, after pushing it in, almost completely. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes looked like she would cry if I went slightly harder. She took time to settle her breath first and then talked. 'This is what you wanted to do from the beginning, and now you tell me how it is.' I said it's worth everything I've done to get there. And then I put my palms on her hips, at either side and then again started fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever known in my life. It's not that I haven't done it before that, but the way I was doing it was making it surreal. There was a feeling of completeness while doing it. I put my heart into it, to be honest. I didn't want to just fuck this woman and leave; I wanted to make her feel how much I want to do it. I wanted her to feel what I can do to her. I wanted her to feel the best feeling while having her pussy stuffed by a man's dick. I don't want to make you feel intimidated, Krish, but I am sharing my feelings, honestly.
I was careful not to be carried away by the pleasure though, and I paused after a few minutes. I pulled her up and put my right arm around her neck, touching her erect nipples with my left arm. She turned her head to kiss me softly, breathing hard now, without making me pull out of her. I asked her if she could taste me, and she faked panic. 'No,' She said. But as soon as I pull it out and loosened my right arm around her neck, she turned and dropped down to stand on all fours. And she let me simply guide my dick back into her mouth, once again. You know what it would have been like. So dirty, yet so lovely. Oh, my god.
And after two seconds, she asked me to lie down. I lay on the bed, my upper body weight on my elbows. She got between my legs to start sucking it properly. Her breasts were swinging slightly back and forth. With her breasts making a 'W' shape beneath her head and her ass making an 'M' shape behind her, it was such a marvellous sight. You should try it too, Krish. I'm sure you would try it, wouldn't you?"
Desai's question almost startled me and I was awakened from my half dream. But it was no dream. Desai was sitting in front of me, advising me on how to fuck my wife.
"I would, surely."
I blurted.
"It would be great. I am sure Meera would then repeat what she did to me afterwards."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"She lifted my dick and licked under it, and found her way down to my ball. She licked on them and commented on how big they were. I said it's getting filled with my juice, 'which I am going to give to you soon, baby.'
Meera looked up and smiled, and slapped her cheeks with my dick. 'You don't have all the night, gentleman.' She said. I was her gentle way of asking to be fucked. I got the cue and lay her on the bed. I kissed her mouth again, tasting the feel of my own dick from her mouth, before quickly going down to suck her erect nipples. I was in a hurry, but I could not leave her beautiful front body untouched. I kissed along her belly, licking her navel and then reaching her pussy with an even greater level of enthusiasm. I gave her a few minutes of solid tongue work; she moaned and grabbed my hair. She almost cried when I tortured her clit with my mouth. And then, I lifted her one leg to move my tongue along her ass crack while turning her around. And then I got up on my knees, behind her, pulling her onto her pose. For the second round of pleasure of having great moments. This time, it was sort of proper fucking. I can't recite the words we were throwing at each other at the height of it, the love words, as we enjoyed breaching into each other's pleasure shores. Meera's head eventually went down to the bed and she grabbed onto the mattress, leaving her wide hips for me completely. And I improvised my posture, keeping my right foot firm on the bed right to her, to properly drive my thing into her, deeper than possible otherwise. Meera was beginning to cry, but not out of pain, and I only upped my pace until she cried it out. It was her orgasm, and she cried through it. I slowed down and let her enjoy it before pulling out and kissing her. Just one kiss and then I quickly went down. I turned her around and licked her pussy. It was a mess but still throbbing for more. I ate it, helping her stay in the beautiful moments a bit longer. And as soon as she was breathing slightly normal, I got between her legs and shoved my member into her pussy again. She welcomed me, her arms made a circle around my neck while she tried to kiss me. We kissed briefly only before I rose on my knees and started giving her another round of sweet fucking. Meera kept throwing her arms around me, making a half circle with her legs around me. I went down to kiss her; her mouth. 'Make me dirty, very dirty, Susheel.' She whispered to me, panting. I licked all around her lips, her nose, her eyes; and then I bent inward to suck her breasts, but not stopping the fucking. She must have put her nail marks on my back. I asked her if she wants to cum again. She said she would love to. She was almost crying when she said that.
I stopped and turned her again to stand on all fours to enter from behind. She said I was kinda getting obsessed with doing it from behind. 'Yes,' I said. 'I am getting obsessed with this sight of my dick going into your pussy baby.'
I soon went back to my beast mode, pounding hard. She cried even louder. I mentioned that you must be hearing her voice from outside the room. 'Then he must be enjoying it.' She took time to complete that whole sentence though. We both believed that you were able to listen, Krish. She was so loud."
"But I did not."
I said quickly.
"Yeah, I know, now. But in there, we both were unconsciously getting excited by that thought. You were part of this. It was a threesome. And that was making it extremely hot. Like we both felt there was nothing to hide since you knew it all. There was a sense of complete liberation from what we've been living with for the past few months, maybe years. We had hit the spot, we all three had hit it. It was just..."
Desai paused and I looked at him. He was kinda lost in his thoughts.
I waited for a few seconds and then cleared my throat.
"And then?"
Desai looked at me and shook my head.  "My dick is kinda aching from narrating you this all," he said and smiled at me. "Well, it's a good feeling."
I almost said my dick was also aching. But he didn't wait for my reply as he went on.
"And then, again. Meera showed signs of another orgasm. I too was getting closer. I split her knees wider and then started giving the final blows, and that worked. She started the noise. 'Susheeeeeel....' And I said I was going to finish it now. But if you believe me, she suddenly got aware of the situation and said she was not safe. 'Pull out, Susheel...you should pull out, I'm not safe.' I was almost there. I didn't want to pull out. I said 'you can take pills, baby', but she said no. It was just a word, but a big no. And her word is my command, Krish. I pulled out at the right moment and let out a groan. I lifted her up by my arm around her neck again and licked all around her shoulders, and back of her neck while shooting my huge cum load on the bed. Meera turned her head to me and kissed me while reaching for my dick with her right hand. She jerked me to let me ejaculate completely, and God, I lost my mind completely for a moment as she did it. She was so lovely. So aware of me. My needs.
We kissed long until my dick started losing its strength in her hand. And Meera smiled, still panting. She told me I was great. Her telling me that in her sweet voice made me fall in love with her, once again. 'You were great too, honey.' I said. And you know what she said? 'Sorry, I wasted your juice.' She said it with a giggle. I laughed too.
The bed was ruined by my cum, for sure. It might have dried up by the time you went to sleep in there, Krish. But you must have noticed it." Desai looked at me.
"Yeah, I had seen it," I admitted without thinking.
"I hope it didn't disturb you," Desai said.
"No, it didn't disturb me, Desai. I was well past that moment."
I said boldly. Desai looked at me with wide eyes.
"I know you can take anything. I'll tell you a bit more, just for the sake of being completely honest. After we settled our breaths, I asked Meera how our first night was. She said it was better than her original first night."
Desai, in the name of being honest, was pushing my limits. And I was getting used to being pushed to my limits. In fact, there was no limit.
"When we hit the bed after dinner, we lay in each other's arms and talked. It felt great, to be honest. There was no hurry to go back to having sex. We talked about random things. She asked me about the woman I met at Shimoga and then about how I had dealt with Maithrei. Meera was particularly curious to know if Maithrei is still trying to see me. We were also able to share a few jokes and laugh together before Meera suddenly remembered something and got up from the bed. She said she was just coming back and went out. I was slightly disappointed because I thought she was going back to you. I don't want to lie to you about here. I felt kinda jealous. I thought she would be in your bed doing all things she was doing with me an hour ago. I was crazy and hopeless." Desai laughed a little, having put himself into my shoes for a moment. It somewhat pleased me.
"I could not bear the curiosity so I decided to see what was happening. I followed her, quietly, and I found her standing outside your bedroom door. But she didn't knock on it. As I got behind her, she turned to me and told me she wanted to ensure that you were doing okay. 'He's alright,' she told me."
 
I was amazed. Meera had come to ensure that I was okay after she chose to spend the night with Desai. She still had concerns for the willing cuckold that was me.
 
"We went back to our room and slept. Meera asked me when was the last time I had sex. I told her the truth. It was on your anniversary. She smiled at me before turning off the light. Her beautiful smile is still in my mind. She asked if I was disappointed about not having sex again. 'No,' I said. 'I'm content with this moment that I'm holding you in my arms and I falling asleep. In fact, I don't want to sleep, because it would end the night, right?'
Meera touched me on the cheek and gave me a light kiss on my lips and moved closer, letting me hug her.
Her small kiss got me hopeful though; I have no shame to admit to you, Krish. I even told her, 'Krish has given us the freedom to sleep together again, I think he has given us his consent. He must be thrilled to sleep in the bed where we had sex an hour ago.' But Meera was not ready to bend. 'I know that,' She said. 'But I am too tired to go at it again, Susheel.'
There's no way I could disagree with her, Krish. And she said, 'Let's sleep now, Susheel. I love the warmth of being kept under the arms of my man after sex. It would make me feel loved and special.'
She was indeed special. I told her that as I put my arm around her. Meera settled in my embrace.
'Sleep, dear.' She smiled, 'you must sleep now. If you wake up on time, you can fancy a chance to use your morning energy. You know what I mean.'
I was overjoyed. She was hinting about getting it on again in the morning. I slept thrilled thinking about it. But, alas, I woke up late this morning!"
Desai smiled as he said that but I could see the disappointment on his face. I thought Meera's change of heart was because of a realisation that I had proceeded to sleep as if nothing happened. I wondered what she would have done if she saw me masturbating madly in my bed. Even the last bit of guilt would have been erased, and I was sure she would have spread her legs for Desai again without hesitation. The thought was unsettling.
 
"In the morning I opened my eyes only when she woke up me. She had taken her bath and looked gorgeous as ever. She even teased me about having lost interest in her. I was like, 'oh, no!'
You know how gorgeous she looks especially in the morning. She became my dream once again. To be honest, Krish, I wanted to grab her back into the bed. But she refused, saying the fantasy has ended. And she needed to go to the office."
Desai said and finished his drink to mark the end of his narration. He got up and excused to the washroom, saying he was aching to take a piss.
I too had been feeling the ache in my pants. But it wasn't going to ease until I shagged, I knew. It was strange that I was thinking about shagging instead of having sex with my wife. But I did not realise it.
 
Desai's driver came to pick him up at eleven, a bit earlier than told. He said Desai must leave early as the roads were damaged in many places due to the previous night's heavy rain.
"You should call Meera, Krish. Just to know she's alright." Desai suggested.
I was surprised at myself for such a thought hadn't crossed my mind until then.
I phoned Meera and she said she was alright.
"Did he leave?" She asked, without naming Desai.
"He's leaving," I said.
"What was he doing there till now?"
"Sleeping," I said. "He seems very tired. Didn't he sleep last night?"
My question made her giggle. "Krish, no!"
She warned.
I accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. At the airport, he hugged me.
"Thank you for accepting me, Krish. I wish our friendship lasts forever." He said and added, "you know my wish always comes true."
I knew that better than anyone. I had learnt it.
 
After his departure, his driver dropped me back at home. He asked me when would Desai return. "He never tells me in advance. He calls only at the last moment." He said.
I said I didn't know either.
 
He calls at the last moment. That's right. I said in my mind. When he smells the opportunity.
Though I smiled at the driver, I was already wondering when would be his next visit. 
Even though Desai had told me it was the best experience in his life, I was sure he wouldn't be dying with the memory of one night.
I knew he was going to come back.
I felt my body warm at the thought.
 
When I entered my house I straightaway went to the room Desai and Meera had slept overnight. I sat on the bed and ran my palm over the soft mattress. 
They slept in this bed. They hadn't had sex in the night for sure. But they had slept in each other's embrace for the rest of the night. Thinking about how comfortable and cosy they would've felt while falling asleep, I yet again felt my mind boiling with jealousy. 
Are they getting closer than they should?  What she would have thought when falling asleep in his arms?
I didn't like to continue thinking that way. So I got up from the bed and went out of the room.
I felt lonely again. In the back of my mind, I was still making visuals of what Desai had narrated to me in the morning.
I saw my wife writhing in sweet pain while getting her pussy filled by a huge cock. I was sure she wouldn't forget the experience for a long time. Probably she was thinking of it already, while at work.
I changed the bedsheet in my room and later changed the bedsheet in the other room. While removing the bedsheet I thoroughly checked it for stains. I felt embarrassed though, that I was looking for Desai's cum stains. I couldn't find anything. I then checked Meera's saree in the clothing bin. I also noticed her underskirt, blouse and bra in it.
Her favourite bra! I pressed it to my face and tried to get her small. Visuals of Desai's greedy lips and mouth on her beautiful, soft breasts came to my mind. I remembered how Desai spoke about the 'M' shape of her ass and the 'W' shape of her breasts that he got to witness while getting his dick sucked by her.
"Oh, my Meera!"
I exhaled and rubbed my crotch. It was hard and in pain.
I longed for her. I wanted Meera in my arms right away. There was no escape from the desire. I sat on the couch with her blouse and bra in my left hand and my fully erect cock in my right. I started jerking it slowly as if I didn't want to do it. But my pretence lasted a few minutes only, and I was soon promising myself 'one last time' while jerking it nonstop.
I came soon, and I made sure it landed all over her precious clothes.
 
It was only after relieving myself I started contemplating the previous night. Even though Desai had told me more than once that he was being honest, I knew I could not believe him completely. I was sure he must have hidden something from me. If Meera had been satisfied like the way he mentioned, there would have been moments capable to upset me. Moments that would put our relationship to the test. But Desai would have been wary that revealing such details would dent his chance of getting laid in future. He only wanted to please me. He wanted to make me believe that everything was awesome and that I didn't need to change anything.
I could smell this from his behaviour but I could not pinpoint the moment when he hid details from me. What if he had whispered to her that he loved her, and she responded with a reply 'I love you too'? I didn't want to think that way but such thoughts were always there.
 
Even though the extent of pleasure Desai claimed he had given to my wife in bed made me worry a bit too much, I found happiness in the fact that Meera had said no to Desai in the later part of the previous night. I felt it was evidence of the fact that Meera hadn't surrendered wholly to his manliness. She still had the power to resist him.
As Desai said, she had the power to control him. I found solace in that.
But at the same time, Desai’s claim that she would have had sex with him in the morning had he woke up a bit earlier worried me. I was confused by the promise made by Meera.
I decided that I would ask Meera about it. But I was not going to do it right away, as I didn't want to tell her that Desai had told me everything about the night.
 
For the rest of the day, I waited for Meera's return. When she finally returned, she looked tired but still caught me captive with her alluring beauty. I wanted to embrace and cuddle her. She was my wife. My heartthrob.
She didn't fail to notice my smile.
"What are you smiling at, dear hubby?" She asked, picking up the water bottle from the dining table.
"Nothing," I said, my smile intact. "Can't I even look at my wife?"
Meera smiled and took a sip from the bottle. I noticed how her lips got wet. Meera was watching me while drinking water. She took the apparent last sip from the bottle and nodded at me.
"You were waiting for me all day. How did it go?"
"I missed you, baby."
I said and took her hand in mine. She gave in, holding the bottle in the other.
"Did you miss me last night?"
"You have no idea."
Meera smirked, "I do have an idea. Open your mouth." She said and moved closer. She took a quick sip from the water bottle. I opened my mouth without knowing what she meant. Meera put her palm under my chin and pressed her thumb and index finger to either cheek to make me open my mouth a bit more. And then she spat the water into my mouth!
I was stunned. And the next moment her lips were on mine. I barely got the time to swallow the water before we were kissing.
"I missed you too, Krish. All this day." Meera whispered as our lips took a break from kissing, and I was elevated. She pushed me further into a frenzy by reaching down for my erection with her hand. I was hard in a second.
"Take me, Krish. Make me yours again." I heard her.
A minute later, we were in our bed, lying across it. It seemed she wouldn't mind spoiling her formals. I almost ripped them before slowing down to take them off carefully. But the moment her top was gone I didn't pause at all as I started kissing over her bra. She pulled its pads upward to free her breasts. Her nipples were erect. I remembered every word Desai told me about the beauty of her bosoms.
"These sweet melons are mine, again, aren't they, baby?" I asked.
"I'm always yours, baby." She placed her palm across my face and caressed my chin. Her eyes were dreamy. She was lovely. I moved forward and kissed her lipstick-clad lips again. 
"But you were someone else's for one whole night yesterday, weren't you?" I asked.
"He was my husband, yesterday." Her eyes shone.
"How was your first night?" I asked.
"It was great."
"Was it better than our first night?"
"No," her reply was quick.
There she was! She was lying.
I had caught my wife lying to me, and my heart sunk. I couldn't look see her eyes again and I went down kissing her torso. When I reached her belly I felt her palm over my head. I went further down, pulling down her pants along with.
Soon, I saw her pink lips waiting for me, as she parted her legs slightly.
"But the sex was great." I heard Meera saying.
"What?" 
"The sex with Desai yesterday was better than ours on our first night."
I looked up in disbelief.
"But you said...."
She smiled and played with my hair. 
"You are my love baby! I love you. There's nothing greater than that." She said and then added. "Our first night was our beginning; nothing can replace the anticipation and experience it brought to us, right?"
"Yes..." I said, quickly realising one thing. I was the whole package who completed her life. And Desai was there only for sex.
The thought reversed the shock she had given me a minute ago. Meera spread her legs wider and I pressed my mouth between them. Meera let it a moan.
"Aaah... Krish. You know I've been dreaming of this, the whole day." 
Her words were simply a catalyst as I began eating her pussy madly. I couldn't forget how Desai had told me about drilling it with his monster dick. But it only made me lick even more aggressively. I darted my tongue between her dark lips, making Meera moan louder.
Meera returned the favour soon by getting on her knees and elbows between my legs. I was naked and kneeling on the bed. As Meera lifted my dick and guided it into her mouth, I couldn't help but notice the 'M' shape of her ass. I couldn't see the 'W' shape of her breasts from the top. Meera sucked me a few times before bringing my right hand behind her head. She wanted me to hold her head and fuck her mouth.
She wanted me to exact Desai.
And her action was making me compare myself with Desai. I noticed how she was taking most of my length into her mouth. I held behind her head and pushed a little more. Her lips almost touched the skin on my pubic area. This time I had no hair there to annoy her. But I knew I was no match to what Desai had given her already. My heartbeats were rising due to a sense of unknown anxiety. They remained at a higher pace throughout the remaining session, even when I saw Meera grabbing my dick and guiding it into her pussy. I went in smoothly and disappeared into her wet pussy. 
Meera hugged me and kissed me, asking me to fuck her nonstop. I did try, but I knew I was no Desai. I imagined how she would have cried out of pleasure when Desai's dick split her pussy lips. I remembered his words. I remembered how he mentioned Meera was in awe seeing the size of his balls. His balls, 'filled with juice which I am going to give to you soon'.
And I knew I was not carrying a lot of juice in my balls. For once, I regretted shagging all day. But it was of no use, as I came soon, with a suppressed groan. I made sure I pulled out though and spurted a few drops on her belly.
It was ten per cent of what I had produced in the whole day.
"What happened to you, Krish?"
Meera asked, struggling to contain the disappointment in her voice.
"Too much excitement, baby." I gasped.
Meera looked at me for a moment and lay back on the bed. I grabbed a cloth and wiped her belly clean.
Meera lay still for a few seconds and then nodded. "I can understand." Her smile brought back the charm on her face.
She got up and went to shower.
 
In the night she told me Desai had phoned her in the evening.
"He asked me if I was okay. He was sad that he didn't get a chance to say bye."
"Does he have any plan to visit us again?"
I asked without thinking. Meera looked at me.
"Don't invite him, please Krish."
"You said it was great."
"So?" She asked.
I wanted to know what was in her mind.
"Are you sure I shouldn't invite him again?"
"Krish, please. No."
The more she pleaded, the more I felt sad. I knew why she was saying no. Because she knew she would enjoy it again. Perhaps she didn't want to get addicted to Desai's manliness. She wanted to remain my lovely wife.
Her desperation to keep away from Desai reiterated the impact of Desai had on her.
"I was just kidding, baby." I reached for her hands. "I have no plan to repeat it."
 
I later asked her if she had sex with Desai after dinner. 
"I was wondering when would you ask about it. What do you think?"
"I think..." I looked into her eyes with a mischievous grin and decided to tease her. "I don't think Desai would waste such an opportunity."
Meera smiled. "And what about me? Did you think I would do it?"
"You had said that you wouldn't. So the chance is less."
Meera was pleased.
"We didn't have sex. I chose to sleep with him only to stop him from driving drunk. Also, I was confident that he wouldn't force me if I didn't want to. But at one point I felt bad for disappointing him so I promised him some fun, maybe, in the morning. But he was sleeping when I woke up. When he woke up he wanted me. But I said 'I would have done it if you had woken up in the morning before I left your bed. Now, I am up and gone back to my husband and I cannot cheat on him.' He respected my stand."
Her explanation made me believe that she hadn't been seduced by Desai completely.
I ended up swallowing all my worries.
 
The following night too, I couldn't live up to the expectation in bed as I finished early. As I lay spent on the bed next to her, I asked her if she was disappointed that I couldn't give her great sex as Desai did. 
"Don't compare you with him, Krish. That won't be good. You have a special place in my heart, no matter how great the sex with him is. I have no qualms about admitting how I loved it absolutely. It was our combined fantasy, wasn't it? My only regret was that I had baked the cake for you, and I was waiting for you but I ended up letting Desai enjoy most of the cake and me. He stole your day. But no worries, I'm here, for you."
I was pleased with her words.
"I wanted to know one thing, though. Did you shag while I was in the bedroom with him?"
"No, but I came in my pants." I went with the truth.
Meera smiled.
"You have become, you know, a proper cuckold, haven't you? You are loving it."
My heart skipped a beat hearing that word from her. She had teased me in the past too, calling me 'cucky husband' on a light note. But here, she was branding me.
"Are you loving it?" I asked.
Meera evaded the question with a smile.
"When are you planning to get your wife fucked again, gentleman?"
She asked.
I knew she was teasing me.
"Do you want to sleep with him again?" I asked. Meera pushed me away, saying she was joking. "Don't stretch it too far."
 
The nights that followed weren't any different in bed for me. One night, in particular, was the lowest of it. She was itching for some fun and I ate her pussy for long enough to bring her close to an orgasm. But by the time she parted her legs to receive my manhood, I had leaked it without touching me.
"Didn't I tell you I have a problem?" I asked. "I should see a doctor."
Meera pushed me away. "You moron. Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm overexcited, baby," I said apologetically. 
"Don't feel bad about it." She hugged me back. "I love you no matter what, Krish."
I felt better at the moment. But later I realised that her act of consoling me was a way of her acknowledging and validating that I had a problem.
 
All these events eventually led me to frustration. Normally our adventure shit always resulted in better sex between us. But after this particular night, my mind and body were weighed down by Desai's superiority in bed. I didn't know how to overcome it. It was not something I was ready to discuss with Meera. One day I decided to consult a sexologist. I took the appointment at a Sexual & Marital Health clinic. I went to the clinic on time but I didn't cross the gate. I was not ready to discuss my intimate worries with anyone.
I decided that I would better give it some time to settle down my bad thoughts. 
It will heal with time. My heart told me.
I returned home without meeting the doctor.
 
After two weeks, Meera attended a conference in New Delhi. It was rare for her to travel for the professional requirement. She departed on Wednesday evening and returned on Friday. 
It started as a bad experience for me. I kept thinking about Meera and Desai meeting in Delhi and spending the night together. I knew it was wrong to doubt Meera like that. At the night I couldn't find sleep. I phoned Meera and she was resting in her hotel suite. It didn't help me though. I saw vivid visuals of Meera's face pinned down to the softness of her bed while she holding her bum raised for subjecting herself to the deep penetration by Desai. I lay naked in my bed and jerked nonstop. I was astonished that my erection was not showing any signs of tiredness even after long masturbation. I slept a happy man that night.
When I woke up in the morning, I thought if the fantasy was real. I ended up video-calling Desai from my office to confirm. And I saw him sitting in his office at Shimoga. It was the first time I was making the video call after his eventful visit to Pune. We had talked many times on the phone due to professional needs though.
I was slowly learning to understand what is real and what is fantasy. There was no need to worry about him.
When Meera returned from Delhi, I didn't hurry. In the night we had a couple of drinks together and she talked in detail about her trip. Later when we hit our bed, I didn't take her clothes off. The light was on, and so were the stars in her eyes. I saw her lips quivering as I pushed my dick into her pussy roughly, and she let out a moan. I moved slowly and distinctly, deriving pleasure out of my every movement. I looked down to see my dick covered by a thin layer of her juice, going in and out of her. Eventually, she asked me to up the pace.
It was a night of ultimate satisfaction for me as I witnessed Meera crying with pleasure. I came inside her, intentionally because I knew she was safe.
"That was great. Which doctor did you consult?" Meera asked when we regained our normal breath.
I laughed.
 
I felt it was a new beginning as I had found a new way to enjoy life. I had won back my lost confidence in bed.
 
 
One day, Sadashiv's wife Parvati phoned and asked me where she could meet me. I went to her house in the evening. She politely said she would have come to meet me. I said it was okay.
She wanted my help to find a job for her daughter Nidhi. 
Nidhi had just finished her post-graduation, while the result was still being awaited. I thought Parvati was hoping for a job for her daughter in the same place where her husband had worked. 
I phoned Desai for his advice.
"You can create an opportunity, Krish. Your office deserves a front desk with a young employee."
I liked the idea but I thought a post-graduate would be overqualified for a front desk job.
"No one is overqualified for any job until they have job experience, Krish. If you think she can do better, you can assign more tasks for her. You are the boss, boss," Desai said.
I phoned Parvati and asked if Nidhi was willing to take up the job at the company her dad was working for. Parvati responded emotionally, saying she'd be forever grateful. 
 
The next day, a girl with a petite figure walked into my office. It was Nidhi. Wearing a shirt and pants she looked perfect for any front office.
It was the first time I was meeting her. She told me she had seen me once though, during her dad's funeral. I hadn't noticed her then. I invited her into my office and briefed her. I told her that it's a job created for her and so the nature of the tasks she needed to carry out would be improvised regularly.  Nidhi was smart enough to understand what I was briefing in one go, and I was surprised that she was a girl who didn't have experience in any office before. I assumed it might be because of the generation gap because honestly, I thought I wouldn't have managed to grasp it so well if I were of her age.
Parvati phoned me that evening and told me she and the soul of Sadashiv would be grateful to me for the help. She was planning to take her mother-in-law for heart surgery and for that she needed financial support, and Nidhi's job was her only way forward.
I said I was glad that I could help her in need.
 
Even though I was constantly in touch with Desai, he was again following a restrained approach like earlier; he rarely asked me anything about Meera.
However, one day Meera came home and told me Desai had phoned to tell her that he was keen to introduce her to a few of his acquaintances. It was perhaps Meera's Delhi trip that turned Desai's attention towards her professional life again. He wanted to introduce Meera to a few businessmen in Pune, who he thought were potential investors. Meera arranged for her team to hold exclusive meetings with the men. A few of them invested but none brought in large investments as Desai was expecting.
"Perhaps the timing is not right," he rued.
 
Meera later told me that one of the men who did not invest was Piyush Kumar whom we had met earlier during our resort trip with Desai. I had a slight memory of him. I could understand Desai's disappointment as even his close friend had refused to invest.
 
Another day, Meera told me Desai had given a hint about turning himself into an investor. He claimed he had broken ties with all investment firms in Pune. But he was ready to make an exception for Meera.
For me, it was not good news. I felt it would only help Desai become more available for Meera. It would be easier for him to meet her. He could even meet her in my absence which was less of a probability until then.
I believed the more of Desai was alarming. But I was unsure about conveying my insecurity to Meera. I secretly dreaded the day when Desai landed in Pune and invited Meera to his hotel suite for a 'meeting'. I was sure it would be a matter of time before their business meeting turned into something else.
One day, as I had been anticipating, Desai landed in Pune. Meera phoned me in the evening.
"Desai is in town. He's inviting me for a coffee."
My heart sank.
Is it going to be the next event?
"And?" I asked, holding my breath.
"And what? I want you to come with me. This meeting, it's not with my team but me only."
I literally beamed with joy, out of relief, that Meera didn't want to meet him alone. But I would later laugh at myself because my presence in no way guaranteed that Desai wouldn't bang my wife. But it was not something I was worried about.
 
We met Desai at a cafe. He was wearing his signature suit and carrying his businessman attitude. I could not believe he was the guy who had slept with my wife twice in the past four months. He looked so professional.
"I have decided after a lot of contemplation," Desai said after exchanging pleasantries. "I am ready to put my money where your team suggests. A lot of my old friends here would be disappointed. But I'll do it for you."
"You should have phoned me before landing, Susheel," Meera said. She spoke with her eyes fixed on him.
Desai shook his head. "I have a flight to catch in two hours, but I still chose to meet you because it is worth it. It won't be a surprise to Krish too, that meeting you and sitting in a cafe like this, looking into your eyes, is worth more than anything I've done today. Only I know how much I missed you for the past few weeks. It's just a few minutes, Meera. But it makes me so happy."
He was lost in her eyes. And she was lost in his words.
"Okay, Romeo." Meera nodded with a smile. "But I wanted to tell you that I have also decided after a lot of contemplation."
I was already surprised by what she was going to say. She went on.
"The thing is that I can't have a professional association with you. It's nice of you that you tried to help me without even asking. But this is something else. I can't have you in my professional life... because of... whatever you call what has happened between us. You being an investor, I mean a heavyweight investor, we can't be equal. There's obviously going to be inequality of your power over mine. And I don't like it. So you are not welcome to invest through my company, not through me. It would have been fantastic until a few months ago, but not anymore."
Desai was stunned; so was I.
 
I could understand what she was saying. She wanted to remain socially equal to him.
Meera's decision to sacrifice Desai's business in order to keep her relationship with him intact made me wonder about the value of that relationship. It was certain that she wanted to keep it, even at the expense of losing a good investment opportunity.
Does it mean she valued Desai more than her career success?
Even though her career wasn't dependent on Desai's investment in any way, she could have easily opted for it now and later limited him outside her bedroom. But she chose to keep the personal relationship over the professional one.
And the fact that her personal relationship with Desai had already turned into something else made it obvious that she was keen on enjoying great sex with him in future too.
 
"I respect your decision," Desai said with a pleasant smile. I thought he was also seeing the underlying fact behind her decision.
"You could have told me before you flew down. I had already made up my mind, Susheel." Meera said softly.
"It's okay. What you've told me is actually worth hearing in person. And you've chosen to tell me this in front of Krish makes me understand the level of confidence you guys have in me, I mean, to let me continue being part of your personal life. If you had given me an option to choose between earning wealth and your friendship, you already know what I would choose."
 
We talked for half an hour. Most of the talk was between me and Desai. Desai had a flight to catch, as he was heading to Chandigarh. His friend's daughter was getting married there.
"Your friend's daughters have now started getting married!" Meera teased him and he laughed.
"Yeah, and I'm still looking for a bride."
"I'll try to find one among my friends," Meera said. "The demands are the same right? Should be already married, having a wonderful and very liberal husband, and a special liking for adventure, right?"
Desai laughed aloud this time. I feared others would notice their conversation that was taking a familiar turn.
"You never fail to fry me like a piece of chicken," Desai said.
Meera hit back, "You never give me a chance to stop."
"Well, have you found someone who can meet those criteria?" I asked.
Desai smiled at me and then looked at Meera.
"I have found only one, in my entire life."
Meera looked at me, "he's talking about your wife, dude. The day is not far when he will ask you to do him a big favour; to let him marry me."
Even though it was obvious that she was merely joking about it, the fact that such a thought had somehow crossed her mind made me struggle to laugh at that joke.
A big favour- to let him marry her!
I could only force a grin.
 
We accompanied Desai to the airport to see him off. I shook hands with him and said goodbye. Meera waited for her turn and then gave him a light formal hug.
"See you soon, darling." She said. "Sorry to see you leave without getting a game." She was teasing him blatantly.
"She's trying to make me desperate, Krish," Desai told me. "Please tell her that I'm always desperate. And the next time I'm gonna do what I do when I'm desperate. It's gonna be a sight you'll enjoy a lot, dude."
The blatant way he told me how he would screw my wife in bed made my heart skip a few beats. I felt a sense of heat spreading through my body. I was pretty hard by the time Desai disappeared to the boarding counter.
I was sure both Meera and Desai were also feeling the heat of similar emotions.
It was close to one month since they had sex. But there was no hurry from Desai's side to do it again despite knowing my passive stance. I felt he was trying to limit his availability for her.
And I knew Desai doesn't do things without a reason. It looked like Desai was no more trying to enjoy a few nights of sexual pleasure with my wife.
 
The writing was on the wall. I was seeing it. But I didn't have the wisdom to read it carefully.
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
 
 
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Oops. I missed a piece in the second post of chapter 32. Now edited to add events after his driver coming to pick him up from Krish's home.

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Hi guys. I have been reading the comments here. It's wonderful. I see many readers have taken special efforts to pen their thoughts about the story, elaborating on many aspects. I thank you all for showering the thread with so many comments and discussions. As one reader has pointed out recently, the comment section itself has become quite interesting. It is encouraging me to give my best here. I have seen many threads here, asking repeatedly for comments. Luckily I have never felt a shortage of comments. I hope I don't end up disappointing you all.

Many readers are already busy guessing the ending of the story. One is that Meera will stay with Krish and the other is that she will leave him for Desai. Well, I enjoy reading the guessing games.
I have a special place in my heart for those who express what's in their mind without being offensive to others. To make the task of writing more interesting, I need your honest responses. I will not be offended by negative remarks. Negative comments are equally valuable to me. I have mentioned it in the past too.

About some readers saying it's a cuckold story, yes; it's a cuckold story series.
'The Accident' was a love story, 'No one dies a saint' was a straight erotic story, and this one - all the three parts - is a cuckold story about a husband who secretly desires to see his wife getting fucked by others. For those who are disappointed, I can't help much. Maybe, my next story will be either an incest love story or an erotic thriller. I will ask for your choice after completing this story.

Many readers have been saying that this story is nearing its end. Yes, it is. Only 8-12 chapters are left. Till then, I hope I can keep you hooked.
Thanks for reading my story and writing so many comments.

Keep reading and keep posting.
Love.
Krish.

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Sorry guys. No update tonight. Will come on Tuesday.

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I'm very sorry, guys. No update is coming today. A big part of the update that I was working on got erased due to an app glitch in my Evernote app. I'll have to re-write all of it again.

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I am sad to make you all wait for so long. I have read all the comments of disappointment. And I only have one word to tell you all. Sorry.

One thing I've learnt while writing this chapter is how tough it is to write the same content twice. Especially when you are writing with certain emotions. There were lines that made me so satisfied when I wrote it. Then the application did the bad thing and I had to write them again. This chapter has a lot of flirty banter, and it only added to my voes. Anyway, without wasting any more of your precious time on it, I want to tell you that I have finished it.
With a lot more apologies to those who've been losing patience each day, I convey my gratefulness to you all my readers.
Chapter 33 is coming in a few minutes. Read it, and post your thoughts as early as possible.
Krish.

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Chapter - 33

It was raining during our ride from the airport. Meera was sitting next to me in the front seat of the car, watching the water running down the windshield glass. The traffic was heavy and slow but it didn't annoy me. I was thinking about how Desai xx his plan to come back and have his way with my wife in the future.
It will be a sight you'll enjoy a lot.
It was expected that I would not do anything to stop him. It was expected that I would give way to him in my bedroom.
Meera had heard what Desai had told me. And she wasn't offended. Perhaps it was what she wanted to hear.
I remembered that it was Meera who wanted me to be present during their meeting. If she had made up her mind about rejecting his investment offer, why did she ask me to accompany her? Because she wanted me to know why she was rejecting his investment offer. She wanted me to know that she was choosing him over anything else so that I wouldn't question her later.
I looked at Meera. Her face was glowing in the lights falling from the traffic.
Meera turned to me and smiled.
"Watch the road, dear."
"Do you know when he's going to come back for you?"
I asked, without caring about subtleness.
Meera placed her palm over mine that was kept on the hand brake.
"Are you still thinking about it?"
"Yeah. He's coming back and it is going to happen again, right?"
"Yes. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"What about you?"
Meera looked straight and thought for a moment before replying.
"Not very soon."
She said.
"Meera, has it ever crossed your mind that after our combined resistance for many years, we both are welcoming him back to our lives like a precious person."
"Yeah, I've thought about it. But it makes me proud that I'm the person who changed him from a bossy person to the lovely one."
"You've become a fan of his services."
I said with a smile to avoid sounding to be blaming.
"Yes, he's very good. And you know that very well. You're also a fanboy. I'm sure if he had decided to visit our place tonight, you would have welcomed him."
"No, baby. Tonight, he has no chance."
"Why?"
"Because tonight, you're mine. Mine only."
Meera smiled lavishly. "Sure I'm." She placed her right hand behind my neck and caressed me.
"Anyway, I want you to be slightly cautious when you're talking to him in public. Having a sensual chat like that was scary." I said after a while.
"What's wrong with that?"
Her reply made me turn my head.
"I mean..." Meera explained. "After all those outrageous things I've done with him, you find a fault in this?"
"I'm not finding fault in you, Meera. I was afraid because it was a public area. There were many people around us."
"But how many of them knew you?"
For a moment, I didn't like the way she was arguing with me.
"I didn't see anyone in particular. But there could be someone who knew us," I said.
"Just relax, Krish."
With that, she brushed aside my worries casually. I chose silence and eventually, Meera asked me if I was upset over how she behaved with Desai.
"I would be lying if I said I wasn't."
"Then why didn't you express it?"
"I don't want to offend you. I mean when you were enjoying it so much."
"Don't put it on me now, Krish. You're equally enjoying the stuff."
"How do you know if I have enjoyed it when he publicly said about having sex with you next time?" I asked.
"I know such stuff excites you. You got hard by listening to him talking like that, didn't you?"
"But that doesn't mean..."
"Something new and different is always what excites you. I have only one request with you. Don't make new friends, please."
She was smirking again as she said that.
"Is it always about me? What about you?"
"What about me?" She looked away for a moment and then turned to me. "I'm the one who's at the centre of your fantasy, right?"
"But you hardly share yours. Something new and different. Doesn't it excite you?
"My fantasies are like...mmm..."
She thought a moment. "They are like momentary things. They last for a few minutes so they are hardly remembered after a few hours or days."
"Is it about me?"
"Yes... It's about you."
"Always?"
"Not always. Sometimes it's about me."
I took a risk and looked into her eyes.
"Not about him?"
Meera smiled, without taking her eyes off mine.
"Not the way you think."
"What's the way I think is like?"
"You're always trying to make me submit to him. But my fantasies are exactly the opposite; like not submitting to him. I would like to see him desire me...always wanting to come back to me. But I don't want to give in all the time."
As she was saying the word 'not submitting to him' I was already remembering how Desai had told me about her letting him hold her head in his hands and fucking her mouth. I wondered if that didn't count as a submission.
Meera went on. "Like today. I almost knew what he was going to say. But I didn't want to say yes. I wanted to see him take a no from me. My fantasies are not sexual like yours. I see him as a person who challenged me in the past. So I like to challenge him back."
I smiled.
"It's a little unbelievable if you're saying you don't have sexual fantasies."
"I do have sexual fantasies. They are momentary. I love to think about us making out in our car. Our car parked along the road, while people walking by. And inside, I'm struggling to breathe..."
Meera said and giggled at the thought.
"I don't dare to turn it into reality though. I don't want to. Maybe I'm too scared. Not as gutsy as you. So I don't want to turn it into reality."
"Wow," I said. "Making out in a car. That's a wonderful fantasy."
Meera kept laughing again, shyly.
"You've always stood with me, making my fantasies a reality, colourful ones. Why not I try to return the favour once?" I said and steered the car to the left to stop in the shade of a large tree. I watched the area for privacy. The light from the streetlight was blocked by the tree branches.
"Are you serious?"
Meera was saying no but I saw she was also looking around already. I knew that she wouldn't hate the idea of her fantasy turning into a reality.
Unfortunately, a man was standing on the footpath, talking on the phone.
I drove the car forward and soon found another place, fifty meters from the earlier spot. There was a large boundary wall on the left side and on the right side was abandoned land.
I switched off the engine and turned to Meera.
"Is it okay?"
"I'm shit-scared. Let's go, Krish!" She said in her panic-ridden voice. "I made a mistake by telling you."
"Nobody's here. It's safe here. Let's move to the back seat."
I said and put my hand over her shoulder.
"Krish, please. The people on those cars can see us."
She pleaded.
She was right. The headlights from other cars moving against us were falling on our faces. The rain was gone and the windshield glass appeared clear. I didn't dare to shift to the back seat.
"Let's go, Krish. Our home is much safe for these types of activities. Meera said with a giggle. She had noticed the shift in my mood.
Our two-seater sofa is just like this back seat." She added.
"Two-seater sofa? I laughed. Is that another fantasy?"
"That can be a compromised version of my fantasy."
She said, caressing my hair.
I started the car again. The sex in the car was a failed adventure for us but it was fun.
 
But by the time we reached home, we had moved on to other topics. We didn't even think about making out on our two-seater sofa. At night we did it, and while it was fun, it was far from what I wanted to do.
 
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Desai had asked me to keep track of our customer behaviour before and after Nidhi's appointment. After a month of her joining, I was happy about setting up the front desk. And Nidhi's commitment was beyond doubt. The number of potential customers who personally visited the agency for an enquiry had increased. And those who visited were happy to spend sufficient time in the agency which helped me leave a better impact on them. The business was heading in the right direction.
When her first salary was credited, she distributed sweets in the office as well as all our security guards. I congratulated her.
She thanked me for guiding her and she said she never thought she would get a job so peaceful.
I told her that it was her skill and performance which made the job look so easy.
"It's not everyone's cup of tea. Our customers love you. They walk into this office with a smile and you make them feel good about us. You've been wonderful, Nidhi." I said.
Nidhi was on cloud nine. I asked her what she was going to buy for her mom.
"I'm planning to buy a saree for her." She said.
She was not very confident about buying a saree but she didn't want to get her mom's help. I recommended a saree shop from where Meera used to shop for sarees.
 
Incidentally, Meera too had told me about buying a new saree for the upcoming Janmashtami festival. I knew Meera would never get time to buy the saree before the date, so I asked Meera which type of saree she wanted me to buy for her.
“A cream colour one,” Meera described me on the phone.
In the evening when I reached the shop I found Nidhi there. She was not alone.  She was with a young man.
I watched them together from a distance and I could tell in one second that the guy with her was more than just a friend. As I approached them, Nidhi spotted me and greeted me.
She introduced her friend to me. His name was Sundeep. He said he worked in a café which was incidentally far from our office.
We shopped together and even had a coffee at a nearby café before parting our ways.
 
Meera was happy with my selection. She loved the saree.
 
In the night Parvati phoned me.
She said Nidhi bought her a saree after the first salary and she's so happy. Parvati said she's grateful to me for all this. She said Nidhi's birthday was coming in a few days. 
“You should come with Meera ma'am.”
“Sure,” I said.
 
There was another development happening in our life during those days.
A few days after Meera said no to Desai's investment offer, his friend Piyush phoned Meera. He wanted to meet her again. Meera agreed and they met for a coffee. Piyush said he went through Meera's evaluations but he wasn't particularly decisive about it until Desai put strong recommendations.
But he was curious about why Desai himself was not investing.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I said him Desai was my true friend and I can't put my friend's money at risk."
"What?" I asked. "Did you say that?"
"I looked at him in the eye and told the exact words. I know it's stupid to be so blatant but it works with some men."
"Some men?"
"Piyush has a good humour sense, Krish. He said he would love to befriend me so that he could make his money risk-free too. Jokes apart, he is ready to start investing."
 
In Meera's opinion, Piyush was an interesting person. Being a true follower of art, he was aware of all the art events and galleries in the city. When Meera mentioned an office address by providing a famous restaurant as a landmark he struggled to locate it. But then he realised it's close to an art gallery and he was familiar with the area. As he asked about her plans for the weekend she doubted if he was going to ask her out for lunch or dinner. But instead, he invited her to visit an art gallery.
Meera chose to go. And she would later tell me it was a nice experience. Meera would meet his friends too and would acquaint them within a short period. Irrespective of gender, all of Piyush's friends had one thing in common. A liking for the art. Piyush seemed a good friend, having his interests set on many things. But striking a romantic relationship with a woman was not one of them.
Two weeks later, he met her outside her office and gifted a painting to her.
"A gift for you, for joining me the other day." He said.
Meera accepted the present and invited him for coffee. Meera phoned me and asked me to join them. I went and met him.
 
Piyush Kumar was simply a hilarious person. Just as we were walking towards him at the cafe, a motorcycle passed through the nearby road. The teen owner of the bike perhaps had its silencer removed, because of which its sound was annoyingly loud. Everyone in the cafe ended up turning their heads.
"That's his scooty," Piyush said. "He has one bullet also. When he starts that, it is heard at Sholapur."
His quick remark made us -also most people around us - laugh.
Meera introduced us to each other. Piyush remembered me. We started talking casual things and moved on to other things including his family and eventually, he suggested we part after dinner only. I agreed. We went to another restaurant in his car and had an early dinner. He dropped us back near the cafe afterwards. He shook hands with us both and thanked Meera for bringing me along with her for the coffee.
"Otherwise I wouldn't have known how wonderful your husband is." He said.
After making the first investment, Piyush started adding more funds and soon became a major investor in Meera's firm. Every other day she would come home and narrate her colleagues’ reactions when she would reveal his decision to them.
"Where did you find this guy?" They would ask her every time.
 
I knew every time they asked her that, she would sit back and think about Desai.
Meera was not talking about Desai. But I knew there wouldn't be a single day in her busy life without thinking about him.
Initially, I used to be jealous. But as the days passed, I started liking it. I believed Meera would be dying to meet him again. To feel his arms around her. To have his eyes on her. To have the feel of his thick lips around her neck. And to have his enormous length with its raw power penetrated her married pussy. I knew the lack of regular action between us would make her desperation soar. I wanted her to be desperate to the level of eventually getting out of her comfort zone to ask me to bring him back. My morning shower had become a lengthy affair those days, as I stood longer under the shower jerking myself, trying to fill my wife's imaginary moans in my ears. While allowing my dirty mind to imagine insane things about Meera and Desai, I found myself plotting to make Meera create an opportunity to bring him back to her bed.
 
As the desperation to see Desai coming back grew, I stopped feeling sexually inferior to him. I found solace in the fact that I was a liberal husband who allowed my wife to sleep with the man she desired.
And I secretly calculated that it would be a matter of time before she expressed her will. I loved to believe that she was waiting for her unsafe days to pass so that the next time she would be able to live the pleasure of her married pussy getting filled by his cum.
 
However, Meera's world was entirely different from mine. After Nidhi's appointment, I was finding it easier and less busy at the office. But for Meera, she had proved her efficiency and thus being handed more responsibility. She came home a tired person and spent an hour on the laptop after her workout session. We had adjusted our dinner time by delaying it half an hour. In that busy life, I even wondered if she was thinking about Desai, let alone being desperate.
 
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One day while leaving the office, Nidhi invited me for her birthday celebration on the following day. “It's just my friends and you. And Meera ma'am. I have never met her.”
 
But unfortunately, Meera could not come. She phoned me in the afternoon and told me that she had a video conference that was expected to delay her pack-up time.
So I went to Parvati's home alone. On the way, I stopped at a shop and bought a wristwatch for Nidhi. I got it gift-wrapped too.
 
There were just less than ten guests along with a couple from their neighbourhood. Parvati treated me with utmost importance and re-introduced me to her neighbours with pride.
Nidhi's friends were mostly girls but what caught my attention straightaway was the presence of Sundeep. I caught Nidhi sharing cosy smiles with him many a time. As Nidhi distributed the birthday cake among all, I teased her.
“I just noticed you gave the biggest piece to someone else. Must be special.”
I noticed her face become red out of panic and looked around if anybody heard me.
“Ssshh...” She said.
“Parvati doesn't know?”
“No.”
And it confirmed what was going on between her and Sundeep. Later I asked her about the gift her boyfriend gave her. 
“Mmm..." she smiled. "He's still figuring out."
“Has he proposed to you?”
“No, we're not that level up.”
“Still knowing about each other?”
“Yup.”
“Then take him to the rooftop.”
“Rooftop?” She laughed and then added, “you seem to have good experience in this.”
“I'm not too old, dear,” I quipped.
 
Parvati had prepared dinner for all. People began to leave soon after the dinner, mentioning the possibility of rain. Parvati stopped me from leaving with the others.
“You have come by car. You don't have to fear the rain.”
She said.
I decided to stay back a little more. As the guests started to leave in groups, I saw Sundeep getting disappointed. I gestured at Nidhi to go upstairs to the rooftop. She smiled and gestured that she was scared of her mom.
As their neighbours left, Nidhi asked me a small favour. 
“Can you handle mom for a few minutes?”
I smiled at her.
“It's easy.”
 
I went to her mother-in-law's room and started chatting with her. Parvati came and joined our conversation.
Parvati's mother-in-law was struggling with various chronic diseases. But she was happy with the care her daughter-in-law was giving her in the absence of her son.
“My daughters have been married off and are too busy to take care of me. But I have never missed them because Parvati has never let me feel that. She's my daughter now.”
Her eyes were filled with gratefulness for her daughter-in-law.
Mother-in-law mentioned a lot of things Parvati had done for the family after the death of Sadashiv. One of them was the construction of an extension for the kitchen.
I mentioned that I was surprised when I came inside the house because it was way more spacious than what it looked from the outside.
Parvati beamed with happiness. She invited me to see the house since all the guests had left. I went along with her. Nidhi was nowhere seen. Parvati said she must have gone to the rooftop to pick up clothes left for drying.
It had started raining already.
Parvati led me to the bedrooms first. One was hers and the other one was Nidhi's. I saw Sadashiv's smiling face in a photo hung on the wall in front of Parvati's bed. As I stood in front of the photo, Parvati stood close to me and watched the photo.
“He must be very happy about what you did for his family.” She said.
Suddenly she was in tears. I was taken aback by her sudden reaction. I wanted to wipe her tears but I refrained from being physical, and instead, I handed her a towel. She thanked me and wiped her face.
Nidhi's room was as tidy as she used to turn up at the office. The gifts received, including the one from me, were kept on the bed, unopened.
 
Parvati further led me to the kitchen and then to the extension. It was a corridor secured by half-height walls on three sides. It was further secured by grill work. The rain was slowly gaining pace. I saw the leaves of the large trees behind the house dancing in the strong wind. 
“The rain is becoming heavy but it's a beautiful view from here.”
I said.
“Yes, it is. I always sit here on the bench and watch the rain with Nidhi while sipping a green tea.”
Parvati said.
“Would you like one?” She asked and I said why not.
 
I sat on the small wooden bench while Parvati placed water on the stove to boil. As she stood away from me I could not ignore the view of her back. She was wearing a saree and the long flare of it was tied around her body. The twisted flare behind her shoulder left a good view of the bright skin above the deep U neckline of the blouse as well as the small folds near her love handles. The tip of the saree flare was tucked under the saree on her hip, resulting in exposing the roundness of her ass. It was quite a view, and the rainy weather was only a helping cause to warm up my mind. As she turned slightly left and bent down to take the green tea packet, the saree moved and exposed the fold of her belly and the side of her breasts. It was quite a sight and I struggled to take my eyes off her. It was the first time I was looking at her with lust. I felt a pang of guilt waking up inside me but I was quick to suppress it by assuring myself that I didn't mean anything.
Parvati poured the green tea into two cups and handed me one of them. I took a sip and it felt refreshing.
The rain was becoming heavier.
“I'll go check Nidhi. Why isn't she coming down?”
Parvati said. But I didn't want to put Nidhi in trouble.
“She'll be alright, Parvati,” I said. “Give me company here.”
I gestured to the vacant space right to me on the bench. Parvati smiled. I was surprised to see a slight pang of embarrassment in her eyes. It was the first time she was giving me such a look. And I noticed her throwing a glance at the kitchen door, probably to see if Nidhi was coming. I couldn't help but wonder if I was giving her the wrong signals. After all, she wasn't a woman past her days of intimate emotions. I was not sure about her needs or cravings.
Parvati picked up her tea and sat on the bench, right to me. I said her idea to extend the kitchen was a nice idea.
“I always wanted to live in a house that has a lot of space. It'll never feel boring.”
“Yeah, that's right. If you think it's boring in your bedroom then the next day you can shift to the next one, right?”
Parvati laughed.
“If we had one extra room, then I would have definitely tried that.”
“If you had two children, Sadashiv would have built four rooms already.”
I said.
“Two children!” Parvati laughed a little, looking away. I felt she wasn't comfortable talking about her past.
 
The cat that was walking around the floor suddenly jumped onto the bench and sat on my left. The unexpected intrusion forced me to shift to the right, taking up that narrow space between me and Parvati.
“He's my companion in the kitchen,” Parvati smiled.
“I hope he's not angry at me for sitting so close with you.”
Parvati's smile brightened further at my remark.
“He can be!” She leaned to my front and reached for the cat with her left hand. “Are you jealous, Tommy?”
She asked the cat and tried to rub her palm over his neck. He enjoyed her touch and moved even closer to me, rubbing his body against me. I could feel the bodily scent of Parvati and my mind was getting warmer. I struggled to keep the green tea from spilling and warned her.
“Parvati, your tea...”
She smiled at me but still tried to grab Tommy the cat. He was trying to hide behind me, making it hard for her. We both laughed. I eventually took the tea cup from her hand and held both the cups high to avoid spilling. As Parvati leaned across my lap, the neckline of her blouse moved and exposed her bra strap. The red bra strap in contrast to the black blouse and her fair skin looked remarkably hot.
It was the moment I shamelessly admitted one thing myself; that the woman whom I had been considering a hapless widow of a loyal friend so far was indeed a sexy woman. She not only had the perfect curves to drive any man wild with lust but also had the youthfulness beyond her age to lure him towards her. I was carrying a boner in no time. For once I hoped she noticed it and then quickly reverted to forcing myself to think exactly the opposite.
Parvati finally grabbed Tommy and brought him to her lap.
“He's the one who makes me feel young.”
She said.
“Well, I can see he's quite efficient in that.”
I quipped, making her smile at me. I already had a feeling that we had been flirting for a long. Luckily Parvati got up from the bench to keep Tommy in a basket at the corner, saving me from the precarious situation. But I could not stop from gleefully etching the beautiful visual of her round ass in my dirty mind again.
She returned to me and we finished the green tea quietly.
“Thank you, Krish sir. Not just for coming for the birthday party, but for this wonderful time. You feel like a family.”
She said while collecting the tea cups.
“Do feel like a family,” I said. “And please stop calling me sir.”
She smiled at me again.
“Just Krish?”
“Yes. Just Krish.”
“Okay.” She said softly. “You know I was waiting for you to say this. I didn't like to call you sir. It creates a gap between us.”
“So there is no gap now.”
“Yeah... There's no gap now.”
She said and we laughed together.
 
We returned to the hall soon. Nidhi was also back in the hall at the same time. The rain had stopped by then. But she was up there in a partial shade when the heavy rain was on, because of which her top was wet in places.
Parvati was quick to notice her smeared lipstick.
“What happened to your lipstick?”
She asked.
“Oh, that...” Nidhi wasn't looking into her mom's eyes.  ‘I got my face wet while taking the dried clothes. I had to wipe my face later.”
She threw a glance at my face. She looked like a kid who stole something and got caught in no time. I knew her lips were not wiped by a towel. It was sucked for long by her lucky boyfriend.
“So, where are the clothes?”
I asked, further worsening her case.
“Yeah... That's right.” Parvati said. “Didn't you bring it down?”
“Oh, I forgot to bring it here. I had to hide it under the shade. Wait, I'll go and bring it.”
She began to go back and Parvati asked me if I wanted to see the rooftop. I said why not.
I saw panic in Nidhi's eyes.
“I'll show him, mom. Don't worry.”
She said and opened the side door from the hall.
I followed her, to the cemented staircase. It was protected with a roof but it was open from one side. So the steps had become wet by the water droplets. As I walked the steps right behind Nidhi, my eyes naturally fell on her swaying ass and I wondered if Sundeep had a chance to enjoy them too. The thought made me jealous.
I stopped at the last step and had a look around. Nidhi turned to me and I noticed some dark spots on her knees, on both legs.
"Come on, Krish sir." 
She led me to the open terrace. It looked quite spacious, though a lot of cloth-drying wires were tied from one edge to the other. The light from the nearest street light opposite the house lit up the whole area well. The only shade area was near the staircase wall on one side. 
I noticed that the clothes were still hanging on the wires. They were completely wet. She hadn't removed it at all!
“The clothes are still there,” I said. “You were busy doing something else.”
Nidhi had a shy smile.
“I removed the important clothes only. They are kept in there, safe.”
She pointed to the roofing sheet which was kept slanting against the staircase roof.
I smiled.
“That's okay. But don't tell me you didn't have a good time with your guy. My support didn't go waste, did it?”
Nidhi's smile almost became a giggle.
“Thank you.”
I loved the way she was looking at me. She was cute and shy but not taking her eyes off me. 
 
It suddenly started raining again. Though it was not heavy enough to drench us, we moved under the shade. We stood under the slanted roof sheet. It was not dark though. There was light coming from the other side too. I saw some clothes kept on the floor. One of them was a padded bra. It looked like a dark blue one. Nidhi was behind me but she noticed me looking at it, and quickly moved past me to reach the clothes. I gave her side but didn't save her from rubbing her breasts against my chest. I didn’t miss the softness, though for a fraction of a second. Nidhi shuffled the clothes to hide the padded bra between them.
“Your desperation proves that it must be yours.”
I said casually.
“Which one?”
Nidhi pretended innocence.
“The padded bra. I saw it.”
“No, it's not mine.”
“Then? Is it Parvati's?”
She struggled to face me. I could see her struggling to stop smiling though.
“No, it can't be hers. She doesn't need it.” I added.
“Stop it, okay?” She said and looked at me.  “How do you know she doesn't need it?”
“I can see it,” I said.
“I'm going to tell mom,” She threatened. It was probably the cutest threatening I've ever got.
“She'll be mad at you for lying about her.”
Nidhi laughed and pinched my hand. “Stop it, okay? Don't forget me you're my boss.”
“Yeah, I'm the boss. You can't hide anything from me.” I said jovially.
Nidhi looked down and then sideways. “I don't know whose it is.”
Her eyes were again at the cloth bundle.
 
The rain was slowly gaining pace and I moved to my right, moving closer to Nidhi.
“This is where you stood with Sundeep, I guess.”
I said.
“Yeah... because this is the only place you can stand without getting rain here.”
“And you didn't notice your padded bra then. Must have been really busy!”
Nidhi's cheeks were turning red if they weren't already.
“You are the one who noticed it, okay? Sundeep is a good boy, not like you.”
“He's a boy. I'm a man. Yeah, there's a difference.”
I quipped, without looking at her. She pushed me with her body sideways, making me turn my head and look at her.
“But I hope he was man enough to give you a birthday gift.”
Nidhi didn't break eye contact now. 
“Yeah, I got the gift.”
She blurted.
“You were clever to fool your mom, by the way.”
“Oh...I was shit-scared. I thought she caught me.”
“But for me, it was easy to guess.”
“Be honest with me, okay?”  She looked at me. “You hadn't noticed my lips until mom asked me about it.”
“That's true. But your justification didn't fool me.”
“That's because you knew about Sundeep.”
“No. I can look at your lips and say what you were doing up here.”
“Stop staring at my lips, okay?” She warned me. I averted my eyes, only to lock them with hers. “What were we doing? Tell me then.” She asked.
I saw a desire to challenge myself in her eyes.
“Do you want me to tell that?”
I asked, turning to face her directly. She turned to face me too.
“Yes.”
She said, without breaking eye contact.
“Let me see it clearly then.”
I touched her chin with my left hand and lifted her face lightly as if to examine her lips. I moved closer, and her lips were already quivering. I could see her small breasts moving up and down in the anticipation of the unknown. I ran my right-hand forefinger along her lower lips, further holding her still as if by a spell. Her smile had vanished, and I felt she was anticipating my next move. I wanted to kiss her, and crush those soft lips between my lips. But I knew one step further would make me lose control and I would be stopping at nothing before I shoved my throbbing manhood into her young, inexperienced pussy. I just waited until the rush in my blood subsided.
Nidhi held my both hands by the wrists.
“Are you telling me?”
She was tempting, beyond my belief. I took a breath and pressed my finger at the centre of her lower lip, almost parting her lips.
“I think you've pleased him with these...” I paused before I slightly pushed my finger into her mouth to touch her teeth and then went on. “...with these beautiful lips around a vital part of his lower body.”
I watched her eyes closing and her lips pulling back from my finger, out of embarrassment.
“No! This is too much. How can you think so dirty?”
I moved a step back and laughed.
“Just accept it, girl!”
“No way!”
She shook her head sideways. I pointed my eyes to her knees.
“You had to kneel for that; I have seen the dark spots on your knees, Nidhi.”
I said and stepped back, giving her space to look down at her knees and realise it. She rubbed on her knees with both hands but the spots were not fading. So was the embarrassment on her face.
“When did you see this?”
She asked.
“Your mom didn't tell me this. Do you agree?”
“Thank God, she didn't notice it. I would have become a dead body already...”
“Don't worry. She wouldn't find out what you did even if she saw it.”
“Why?”
“It wouldn't even come to her mind. Because of the generation gap.”
“So which generation are you? I've seen mom talking with you on phone many times and I thought you were flirting with her. But now... It's my luck that I'm seeing someone already. Otherwise...”
“I'm your generation only, but a little more experienced. And I didn't flirt with your mom, okay?”
“I'll definitely ask her!”
She said and I laughed.
 
The rain had stopped and I walked out of the shade. She followed me and I reminded her to take the clothes. As she grabbed the bundle and came out to the light I saw a portion of her padded bra. It was light blue.
She again saw me looking at it.
“Stop staring at it, okay?”
“Are you still shy?”
I asked and pulled the bra from the bundle.
“No. No, Krish sir!”
The bra looked beautiful and the padded portion was soft. And thin straps looked delicate as well.
“So, this is the secret behind your different looks on different days. You don’t wear it every day.”
“You were noticing them all? I should have known that!”
She snatched the bra from my hand.
“You should have known that you can't hide anything from me. I just hope you didn't cross the line with the guy. It's just too soon.”
“No, I didn't cross the line.” Nidhi smiled. “I know it's too early.”
“That's good. Let's go now.”
I said and we walked down the steps. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Nidhi stopped and turned to me.
"You know Krish sir; you are way cooler than a boss I can ever imagine."
She said with a beautiful smile.
"And you are my coolest employee!"
I said, patting her back.
 
Parvati was slightly embarrassed when she saw the cloth bundle in Nidhi's hands. She was holding the padded bra separate. Parvati quickly grabbed the clothes and hid the bra between them, before taking them to the room.
Nidhi gave me a cheeky smile.
 
I decided to leave soon.
“The next time you should bring Meera too, Krish.”
Parvati said as I started the car and Nidhi turned to her in surprise. Parvati smiled at her.
“Don't look at me like that. He told me not to call him sir.”
She said. Nidhi looked at me, as if still in doubt. I could understand why she was so surprised. When the birthday party began, Parvati was addressing me as 'Krish sir' only.
“Why should Parvati call me sir? I'm your boss, not hers.”
I said. They both laughed.
 
While driving back home I couldn't shake off the memories of the intimate moments both the mom and daughter had given me. I wasn't sure if they were feeling equally warm about me too. I could only wonder about their reaction if I had pressed them for a little more. What if I had put my arm around Parvati and pulled her close to my body? What if I hadn't hesitated while touching Nidhi's lips? There were moments when they both were at their most vulnerable moments of intimate emotions. One little push and they would have lost themselves to those emotions.
When I went to bed that night I was highly aroused. I wanted Meera's head to go down on me, and blow my dick like Desai had told me she was capable to. And I wanted to spread her legs wider and pump harder into her pussy like Desai had told me she loved.
But unfortunately for me, Meera was busy analysing points she had noted during the video conference. She told me she would be late to join me in bed. I ended up visiting the bathroom and having a long fapping session. Yet I didn't want to fantasize about Parvati and her daughter.
The moment I grabbed my fully erect dick and started moving my grip around its middle portion, I started imagining my wife opening her mouth to have its head. I saw her tongue dancing around its head. Her knees were on the floor of a rooftop. I imagined Desai holding her head with his hands and then driving his whole length into the back of her throat. As my jerking gained pace, I wanted him to use more force while fucking Meera's mouth. A few minutes later I imagined Desai turning her around and bending over a wooden bench in a kitchen and shoving his dick into her pussy. Meera let out a loud moan in my crazy head, and Desai went on to torment her with deep penetration. I knew how much pleasure she was deriving from his powerful thrusts, and I knew how badly she would be longing to have it again and again. By the time I shot a huge load on the bathroom floor, I knew I was not going to be man enough to stop Desai if he chose to revisit.
 
The following night I decided to make a conversation with Meera, purely out of my frustration. Incidentally, it was a Saturday when we had dinner unusually earlier.
 
"I think Desai has met his match at his hometown," I said lying on the bed, while casually scrolling on my phone. Meera was checking something in her wardrobe, ready to join me in bed any time soon.
"Why do you think so?" she asked me.
"Because earlier he used to ask me about you. Nowadays, he doesn't."
"So you think he's found a match?"
From her voice alone I could tell that she wasn't happy with my deduction.
"Yeah. Otherwise, he wouldn't have forgotten you so easily. I'm sure he's not the person who'd say it's enough after one or two good memories. He's the boss wherever he goes. He can have anyone anytime. Why would he come to Pune for one night? I don't think he's so desperate. Did you notice how his hairstyle changed after he went to Shimoga? He looks like a playboy. There's no way he'd sleep without company."
Meera wasn't enjoying my words; it was evident from her facial expression.
"No, he's sleeping without company," she said. "I have asked him about it. Why would he lie?"
"Just to keep you hooked."
"He's not that person. He is a free bird."
"That's what I'm saying. He's a free bird who can visit any nest any day. Why would he stick with one?"
Meera shook her head sideways. "Because he has promised me. I didn't ask him to promise, there are no conditions. But it's his decision. Maybe he'll see someone in future but currently, he's not seeing anyone."
I wasn't satisfied. "Is he going to tell you beforehand or afterwards?" I asked.
Meera closed the wardrobe and sat on the bed.
"I know you are trying to see how desperate I am, aren't you? But we both know that you are the one dying to see your wife in action again."
Her blatant allegation had my complete attention.
"No. I'm not." I argued for the sake of arguing.
"Then tell me, will you be man enough to stop him from having his way with me the next time?"
She looked deep into my eyes. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her.
"It depends on the occasion. If it is not forced and if I'm aroused by what I'm witnessing, then why would I stop you?"
"Is there an occasion when you are not aroused?"
She laughed.
I pulled her toward me and hugged her tight.
"Don't you love it when I am aroused?"
"But I wonder why you are bringing Desai between us."
"I just shared my curiosity, baby. He could be seeing someone, couldn't he?"
"Is there a way to know the truth?"
"Today is Saturday; if he's seeing someone, he must be busy now."
I said and the next moment I saw a sense of doubt in her eyes. She was hooked. And I was sure she didn't like to think Desai getting busy with someone on a Saturday night.
She slowly freed herself from my embrace and grabbed her phone.
"I am going to talk to him." She looked at me as if seeking my permission.
"Do you mind if I listen?" I asked. She smiled and pinched my cheek.

Chapter 33: to be continued...

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Chapter 33: continues...

Meera lay on her back on the bed and phoned Desai. I lay next to her and moved closer until I heard the ring from the other end. Desai answered the call without much delay. I already knew he wasn't busy.

“Hey, what a surprise! How are you, Meera?”
I could hear his voice from the other side.
“Fine, Susheel. What's up in Shimoga?”
Meera's voice was suddenly calmer than a moment earlier.
“It's raining out there. Feels good. How about you? A phone call from you on a Saturday night, can't feel greater.”
I could sense Desai's excitement in his voice.
“It's just a phone call. I'm not dropping myself in there.” Meera said.
“You do, every night in my dreams.”
“Don't start now. You'd start looking like a freak.”
“I have no qualms to admit that I'm not like a freak; I'm the freak when it's about you.”
“Guess you still haven't figured it out with the virgin girl!”
I was astonished to see how Meera was simply steering the conversation where she wanted.
“I don't want to,” Desai said.
“You should talk to my husband. Maybe try bribing him. If you're too lucky, he might marry me off to you.”
Desai laughed. I felt the joke was cringe, though.
“I'm planning to invite you to Shimoga. You'll take a few days off, won't you?”
“Are you nuts?”
“Wait, and listen fully. It's not just you, Krish too.”
“Okay. Then it's alright.”
“Is that a yes?”
“No. I said the idea is okay.”
“You're leaving the decision with Krish?”
“Yes. He's the husband, isn't he? He takes the call for me all the time.”
I could feel the dig she was taking on me. I pinched her cheek. Meera smiled at me half-heartedly, having her mind on the conversation.
“Is it always him?” I heard Desai's voice.
“Yeah, why?”
“Then he's the one who takes the call for me too.”
Meera laughed a little.
“Watch your words, gentleman. You berate him, you mess with me.”
“He loves me to mess with you. You know what I was doing?”
“Tell me.”
“I was surfing through our images from our last time.”
“Don't post them on social media.”
“Come on! It's my moment, why would a share it with anyone? Selfie with you makes me so possessive.”
“If it was so special, why don't you take a printout of keeping it in your bedroom?”
“I'm thinking about it. You looked so gorgeous that night.”
“It was because of the saree you gifted.”
“You know I never thought I had a good sense of dress selection. But the saree suited you perfectly. I was wondering whether it was luck or the fact that you would look so stunning in any dress you wear.”
“The saree was beautiful. Krish also told me that I looked great in a saree.”
“Mmm... I can only hope I would see you in another saree in future. You never wear a saree on a regular day, right?"
"You tell me when, I will wear a saree for you. I will also tell my colleagues that I chose the saree for you."
"Haha. I believe you."
"You have an opportunity tomorrow, by the way. There is a temple that we visit very often. Tomorrow is Janmashtami; I hope you are aware of the celebrations. So we'll be visiting the temple tomorrow. I am going to wear a saree."
 
As Meera was saying, I realised that it was on the eve of Janmashtami day.
There was a Lord Vishnu temple we used to visit regularly during our stay at our previous flat. Janmashtami was one colourful festival celebrated auspiciously at the temple. And we were all set to visit the temple on Sunday. Meera was casually inviting Desai, but I felt he wouldn't take it.
 
"Temple?" Desai asked.
"What happened?"
"I don't normally visit temples."
"Atheist?"
"Passive."
Meera smiled, "then you can visit passively."
"Are you inviting me?"
"No. I thought you were desperate to see me in saree, so I thought..."
"I will take the invitation."
"Bring your mom too."
I was surprised to hear her say that. Desai was equally surprised and it reflected in his voice, "Why?"
"She would be happy that her son truly changed."
"What do you mean? Don't you think I am not changed?"
"Your behaviour has changed. You quit smoking. You have become soft in your behaviour. You've stopped being a moron and started looking hot." Meera was smiling as she said the last sentence.
"Wow. It's a lot of change, isn't it?"
"But some things remain the same."
"What is that?"
"Your obsession with me."
"That has also changed. I am not stalking you anymore."
"Who knows?" Meera threw a glance at me, for the first time since the phone call started.
"Are you crazy?" Desai asked quickly. "Krish will kill me if he hears this."
"He will not know. You are doing it smartly."
Desai laughed, "that's a fresh allegation. What else hasn't changed?"
"Your aggression."
"When was I aggressive?"
"In bed," Meera chuckled as she said that. I felt a jerk inside my pants. Aggressive!
"Oh, that!" Desai laughed. "I will accept that."
"Finally something you agreed with," Meera said.
"Do you still remember?"
"What?"
"My aggression?"
"Let's not talk about it."
"You started it."
"Yeah, now I am stopping."
"You know how to make men desperate."
"That's part of the game."
"Can I video call you? I want to see you."
"I gave you an opportunity. Tomorrow."
"Temple date?"
"It is not a date, mister," Meera scoffed. "It's a festival."
"My mom will be happy to see you."
"So, are you bringing her?" Meera asked excitedly.
"Only if she agrees. How big is this temple?"
"It's by the NH. Fifteen kilometres from here. You might already know about it."
Meera gave him the temple details and Desai said he would consider visiting.
 
When the phone call ended, I wondered if she was going to wear a saree for Desai. But it was bought by me for her many days ago, and a saree was her usual dress code during our temple visits.
 
The next day I didn't hear from Desai before noon. I had been expecting his call since morning but as the time went I felt he had no plan to meet Meera in a temple. However, at four o'clock in the evening, I got his call.
He had landed at the airport.
 
A dog in desperation will leap over a wall. I thought.
As far as I knew, he was a busy person. But he was not going to miss any opportunity to meet Meera.
However, I was still not sure about how the day was going to end. I kept wondering if it would be a casual visit like the last time or the complete celebration of an opportunity like the other night. I chose to believe that a temple was not a place to be seen as an opportunity.
 
"Your boyfriend has landed, baby." I teased Meera. She was getting ready for the temple visit.
"My boyfriend is coming," She laughed and then added, "but why are you so happy?" She hit back with a smile.
"Who told you I am happy?"
"It's written on your face."
"What about you?" I asked.
She smiled. "Well, who wouldn't be happy to meet one's boyfriend?"
She had worn the cream colour saree I bought for her the other day, with a matching blouse. The sleeved blouse had a boat neck design at the back. It allowed limited skin exposal against her usual standards, even though it looked stylish. I guessed that she chose to wear it because we were going to the temple. Not to impress Desai.
But there was nothing that could stop her from looking as gorgeous as ever. Her body shape was not going to be hidden from anyone's eyes. Especially her back with its roundness left me staring at her.
And she caught me staring at her.
"Stop looking at me like that."
She said.
"Are you going to stop everyone from staring?"
"I don't have to stop everyone. I only want to stop those with a bad intention."
I laughed, "I am not going to be the only one with bad intentions."
I was sure Desai would die to put his arms around her and feel the warmth of her body the moment he sees her. I was curious to know how he would control himself. I phoned him and told him to come to the temple directly.
 
We reached the temple by public transport at around 5.15 pm. 
The temple that had always looked spacious suddenly felt like a congested market, thanks to the huge crowd. The venue, well-decorated with LED lights, was indeed a sight to witness. The entire area was provided with tarpaulin roofing to protect the devotees from the rain. The possibility of rain was not a reason to stop devotees from coming to the temple on such an auspicious occasion. There were many rallies of kids dressed up as Lord Krishna and his companions in childhood arriving from many parts of the city. Chariots with Lord Krishna as the charioteer were merely a part of the attraction. The entire scene was chaos at its best, yet beautiful to witness.
At the right side of the temple, a stage was set up to conduct cultural dance forms mainly that featured Krishna and Radha. The area in front of the stage was already filled with the family audience. The lights, crowd, and ambience were enough to transport anyone to another world.
But for Desai who arrived fifteen minutes after we reached, only Meera mattered. The first thing he said was enough to convey that.
"It's a beautiful temple, yes; but you are still the Goddess I'd like to worship."
Meera giggled.
"Stop flattering at the wrong place."
As I shook his hand, I asked about his mom.
"She asked me to bring you guys to her." He said.
"Us?" I was surprised.
"She knows about both of you."
"Does she know how you've befriended us?" Meera asked.
"She hasn't asked."
"One day she will."
"I will tell her the truth."
Meera gave him a doubtful look. He nodded at her.
 
We decided to move into the temple to see the deity. As we stood in the queue to wash our feet before entering the temple, Desai said that the last time he stepped inside a temple was thirty years ago.
"I am glad I am the reason for this," Meera said with a smile. She looked genuinely happy about his coming.
Before entering the temple, the men had to remove their shirts. Meera watched as I and Desai took off our shirts. Desai's heavily built body and his hairy chest did not intimidate me this time. Meera entered the temple first, followed by Desai and then me. As we walked through the door I could only watch the back of his shirtless body. His muscular body obstructed my view of Meera for a few seconds and I wondered if it was sort of a bad omen. But the next moment he shifted slightly to his right and I was able to see Meera and then the statue of the deity.
During the prayer, I found myself praying to God to keep Meera's love for me intact.
 
After the prayer, we went to watch the classical dance program which began soon. There were plastic chairs for the audience to sit on. Desai and I sat on either side of Meera. I saw people struggling to take their eyes off her. My mind was getting filled with thoughts about Desai's plans for the rest of the night. I wondered if he was planning to visit our house. I had no idea whether I should invite him for dinner or not. We spent an hour enjoying the program.
We visited the temporary gift shops outside the temple and Meera picked up a few fancy articles for herself. I suggested we have dinner at a nearby restaurant. Meera and Desai agreed instantly. While crossing the crowded gate I found Desai holding Meera's hand. I was tempted to ignore the sight but I felt it was the beginning of something. I was still unsure how the night would end.
We found a nearby restaurant soon. Desai looked at the small dining hall and looked at me.
"Are we sure?"
Meera said, "Let's try something new tonight."
It was overcrowded and we had to wait before we found a place to sit. We ordered regular meals and ate with our bare hands. It was fun.
While having dinner I asked Desai the inevitable question about his return travel. Desai hadn't booked his return flight.
"I will catch an early morning flight." He said.
"What about night-stay?"
I asked.
It was Meera who replied. "Krish, he's waiting for you to invite him."
I looked at her. She was teasing Desai but it was I who ended up on the hot seat.
"I am not going to invite anyone." I declared softly. "I know what will happen if I invite him."
"What will happen?" Meera asked with an innocent voice.
"Ask Desai what will happen," I said.
"Nothing will happen," Desai smirked, "other than the inevitable."
Meera stared at him for a moment, biting her lips.
"The inevitable." Her eyes wanted him to elaborate.
"I will take you to bed and I will spend the rest of the night with you, doing all the things you'd love me to do." He said, his eyes fixed on her.
I forgot to swallow the food I was chewing. I wanted to check if anyone heard him saying it, but I could not turn my head an inch. My absolute lack of movement instantly made me aware of the movement in my pants.
"That's quite a promise." Meera blurted after a short gap. Her voice was lowered. Her head was down and she silently ate from her plate. I saw her suppressing a smile.
I chose not to respond. I could not respond.
 
After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant. I was still clueless about what to talk about. We walked along the road, towards the bus stop.
"Are we not taking a cab?"
He spoke as if he was under the impression that I had invited him. The thought made my mind restless.
The rest of the night. His words echoed in my head. I wanted to tell him that I hadn't made up my mind. I hadn't invited him. But a part of my body had already started to become warm. A part of my mind told me that Desai had come from a distant place after such a long gap and that he would go back to that distant place soon after. It felt like an opportunity to explore something I had missed the last time. I could not make a decision other than to wait and watch how the night turns out.
 
The busiest hour on the street made sure we were not going to find any cab. So we boarded a bus. It was already filled to the maximum capacity, but we chose to board it seeing it was ready to leave in a few minutes. We boarded from the front door and found ourselves being pushed to the rear side of the bus in no time. I was the one leading while getting in, with Desai behind me, followed by Meera. As the bus started we turned to face toward the front side, and I found Desai sandwiched between me and my wife. I could only wonder if it was mere coincidence or the smartness of Desai that enabled him to get to stand just behind Meera and have the entire world pushing her to him. The dim light in the bus almost went off as the bus sped up. I again found Desai's height making me lose sight of my wife. I was holding on to a steel pole by the side seat. But I could not see where Desai was holding. There was no steel pole next to him. The intermittent lights from the other vehicles and light sources were making it difficult for my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me. Then I found a steel pole next to Meera. I suddenly realised that Desai was holding onto her.
His body was so close to her, behind her, and I could guess he must be taking the liberty to feel her ass with his dick. As the bus ran over a speed breaker hump, the whole passengers moves a few inches from their places, and I found a woman pushing her soft body between me and Desai. I wanted to push her aside to keep watching Desai, but I could not. I could only think about how he would be grinding his dick behind her ass while feeling up her saree-clad body with his arms. I was sure Meera wouldn't oppose it.
Why would she, after all?
"That's quite a promise," I remembered her words when Desai told her about his plan. She was ready to walk any path with him. The happenings inside the bus were merely a few steps.
 
After alighting from the bus, Meera suggested we walk from the bus stop to our house. It was hardly a ten-minute walk. But I was not comfortable letting the world see Desai walking with me and my wife. I said I was too tired to walk a step and hired a cab quickly.
As Meera got in the back seat first, Desai gestured to Krish to sit with her.
Are you sure?
I asked with a teasing smile.
Desai smiled back and gestured for me to proceed. And he sat next to the driver.
 
As the car started, I moved a little close to Meera. She looked at me and smiled.
"How was the bus ride?" I asked in a low voice.
"Didn't you see?"
"I didn't," I said, without breaking the eye contact. "But I can guess."
"I thought you were behind us."
"My view was blocked. What did he do?"
"Nothing." She bit her lips and then leaned toward me. "He just didn't take his hands off me." Her voice was a whisper now.
"Where?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Everywhere."
My heart was beating hard now. I didn't want Desai and the cab driver to listen to our intimate chat.
"Did you touch him back?" I asked.
"No, but I felt his thing behind my back."
"I thought he would sit with you here."
"He's teasing us."
"Us?"
"Me and you."
"Did he tell you anything?"
"Yes...he's going to be very dirty tonight," Meera said with a smile. The shy look on her face told me how she was anticipating it. She was dying to live those dirty moments with Desai. I remembered how Desai had confessed about licking Meera's ass hole during the sex the other night. That must be his way of being dirty.
"So this night again going to be a crazy one?"
"He's probably waiting for your consent."
"What about you?"
"What about me? I know I already have your consent."
She said she squeezed between my legs. I didn't anticipate it. But it was the moment when I realised how hard I was. I thought it twitched the moment she took her hand back.
 
The ride to our home was expectedly short. As we stood in the lift, we all were silent. There was another resident in the lift. Desai deliberately kept a gap between Meera and me. Meera held on to my arm like a loving wife who didn't want to separate from her husband even for a moment.
 
However, the moment we walked into my house, Desai sought my wife's hand.
"I've waited for so long for this, Krish."
Meera smiled at him as if she was waiting for him to say those magical words. She didn't wait for my response as her body was attracted to him like a magnet.
I watched his left arm making a half circle around her waist. His palm soon lowered to feel her round ass. I forgot to breathe. It was happening.
Desai turned to her and touched her cheek softly, and kissed her. It was just a light kiss, like always. And I knew what would follow. But as he began to kiss Meera again, she stopped him.
"Not here, Susheel."
My immediate feeling was a sense of relief, as I felt I was saved from watching my wife surrendering to his manliness. But the next moment I felt I was robbed of something I so deserved.
Desai shook his head.
"Which one is our room, Krish?" He asked without bothering to look at me.
It was Meera who turned her head instead as if she was equally curious to know.
"He hasn't booked a return flight, Krish." She said.
"Yeah," Desai looked at me now, but his grip around her became stronger only. "She'll be seeing you in the morning only."
I was stunned. Not again.
But I didn't have a say in the proceedings anymore. My wife was going to spend the whole night with him. Again.
"You take our bedroom, okay?" Meera said again and I merely repeated her words.
"Yeah, I'll take our bedroom."
Desai had begun walking toward the other room even before I finished my words.
 
The door was closed again. I knew that no sound would come out of that door. But I wished I could hear something. I was so desperate for it.
I went to the dining hall and gulped half of the water bottle in one go. I was still thirsty. I knew no amount of water would quench my thirst.
I went to my room and had a look at my bed. My marital bed. I could not lie down there. I imagined Meera sitting on the edge of that bed and sucking Desai's dick like a whore.
"I've waited for so long for this, Meera." He would say.
"Me too, Susheel." She would reply in a hurry and then push his dick back into her mouth.
And it would be a matter of time before her saree was discarded into a corner of the room like a piece of rags. The fate of her blouse and underskirt wouldn't be any different. And she would eventually let out a huge moan when he shove his monstrous penis into her pussy. He had waited so long for that moment, so he would be dying to shove it into her married pussy.
 
I could not remain in solitude anymore. I walked back to the other room and knelt in front of the door. I kept my ear close to the door and tried listening.
I heard a moan.
Or did I just imagine that?
I wasn't sure. But it was enough to drive me crazy. I lowered my pants and freed my dick in one second. I loved the feel of my fingers around it. My eyes closed and I started moving my hand back and forth. I heard Meera's moans louder in my head.
 
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door in front of me opening.
I opened my eyes to the horrible sight of Desai standing in front of me. He was shirtless, and his bulky body and hairy chest did not fail to intimidate me this time. I was made a statue, holding my dick in my right hand. I wished it was a nightmare that I was seeing, but it wasn't.
Desai was, however, not the man who would panic even at gunpoint. He kept one-half of the door closed and gestured for me to remain calm. He then looked towards the hall, almost making me turn my head to where he was looking at.
"Krish, I need your help." He said, still looking towards the hall. It took me a second to make out that he was pretending that he was talking to me and I was sitting in the hall. "Do you have condoms?" He went on.
I had slowly begun to get up, but his words were simply a blow to my head. I could only give him a helpless look. I slowly pulled up my pants, putting my grossly insulted erection back into hiding.
My silence made Desai turn his head to Meera. "You sure he's got it?"
"Yes, he's got it." I heard her voice. My wife's voice implied it was right for him to ask her husband to fetch it.
Desai looked at me and gestured for me to go. It told me that he wanted me to bring it quickly.
"Please have mercy upon me, Krish. Make it quick."
I didn't know if it was an order or a request. I had already started walking to my bedroom. I opened my shelf and grabbed the small box of condoms. My fingers were shaking as I opened the box and saw the sealed condom packets inside it. Soon one of them would be put on his dick by my wife; I told myself. And then she would guide it into her pussy.
I had chosen this. I reminded myself as I walked back with the whole box. In case he needed more than one.
But one thing made me feel better even during those moments of absolute humiliation. Meera had demanded him to wear protection before having sex. It meant she didn't want to have him cum inside her.
I thought it was a sign that she was still playing the game according to her rules.
 
Desai was patiently waiting for me at the door. I handed him the box.
"Thanks, dear," Desai smiled at me and then added. "We're doing anal sex tonight."
I stood there staring at him until he disappeared and the door was closed on my face again.
I was stunned.
"I wanted to shove my dick right into her butt hole,”  I remembered Desai's words when he narrated how he had banged my wife the other night.
And I remembered Meera's response when he rubbed his dick around her hole.
“Don’t even think about it… Not on your first night.”
That was the promise Meera had made to him that night. And they were living it tonight!
 
My phone started ringing in my bedroom, annoyingly waking me up from my thoughts. But it was not enough to wake me up from the world I was living in. I walked over to my room, still wondering when and where did they decide about what type of sex they would be doing this night.
I could not even think about her butt hole getting penetrated by his monster dick.
In the room, when I checked my phone, I was handed another share of shock.
The call was from Desai. My heartbeats rose to another level in a second.
I answered it with bated breath.
What is he going to ask me now?
I swallowed.
"He..hello?"
There was no immediate response. I waited for another second and almost began to say hello again.
 
Then I heard some noise. I pressed the phone to my ear.
"Mmm...."
It was a moan, followed by a gasp.
"It is making me crazy..." I heard Desai's voice.
The first thought that crossed my mind was that Desai had made an accidental call to my phone. But then I realised that I had already told a 'hello' on the phone and he would have heard my voice. Has he deliberately made the phone call?
My doubt became the answer the next moment.
Desai was letting me listen to the sound of him making love to my wife!
"Can you feel my finger, baby?"
I heard Desai's voice again.
"Is that your finger?" Meera's voice was soft.
"I'm spreading it..."
I felt he was feeling her with his fingers, perhaps shoving it into her ass. I heard another moan from Meera.
“Susheel...”
“Just relax...it's good now.”
“Mmm...”
A few seconds of silence, and then there was a loud moan from Meera.
“Aaaah...”
It wasn't a moan but a loud cry.
“Aaaah...”
She cried again but this time it felt suppressed like she was pressing her mouth to a pillow.
“Aaahh... Slow, Susheel... Slow...!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know baby. Just doing slowly...mmm...”
I heard the sound of some beating like something was hitting hard onto the bed. I could not make out what it was.
“Just hold on, baby. It won’t last long. I can see you open up...”
Desai was assuring her.
“Huhh...Susheel... It's hurting now....aaah...”
"It's just a few moments of pain. And after that, you'll be okay, baby."
He kept reassuring her. I was on the verge of a breakdown.
"You are my baby, right? We both wanted it, right? You can do it, baby."
Desai's voice was calmer than before.
Meera's reply was merely a gasp.
"You've stretched it enough honey. It's just a few seconds more. I'm already there."
"Aaaah... Susheel... ohhh my God..." Her voice suddenly rose, startling me.
"Baby, you are with me, right?"
"Yes..."
"A little more, yes... yes... you are mine, baby. You are so lovely, my Meera..."
"Yes... Yes... Mmm... Aaaah... Susheel... I can't take it further...aaah...I am begging you..."
I was shocked to know that her cries were not stopping Desai. I kept the phone away from my ear for a moment and looked around in despair. A few seconds later, I put the phone back to my ears, and Meera was still crying.
"Aaaah... aahh...no...”
Enough was enough.
I turned around towards the door. In a fraction of a second, I had decided that I was going to bang on the door of that room, and put an end to this torture.
No, I didn't invite you to my home to do this to my woman.
I had almost crossed the door of my bedroom when I heard Meera's voice again.
“Use that oil... pour some more, Susheel... please....”
It took me a moment to realise that Meera didn't want Desai to stop this torture. She only needed him to be slower.
“Just an inch more, baby. It’s got enough oil...”
"...aaah...aah... stop a second and pour it...Aaah.... please... Oh my God..."
"Mmm... Yes... I'm there Meera. Oh my God."
"Aaah... Why is it hurting so much, Susheel..."
"I've come from far away... for this moment. Didn't I promise you, baby? Didn't you say you'd love this? We wanted this, didn't we?"
"Aaahh..."
"We're there, my baby. Just relax for a few seconds... Can you feel me, baby?"
"I can feel every inch of you inside me, Susheel."
“Can you feel me there? Baby?”
“Yes, yes... Susheel... you nearly killed me. Why is it hurting so much?”
“Because I am giving you the biggest size you can enjoy.”
“Stop boasting it, rascal. You nearly killed me. Can you use a little more oil?”
I thought Meera laughed a little. But I then felt I might have mistaken.
“The can is empty.”
“Squeeze it. Wait, there's another bottle in the bathroom...”
“I am not leaving you now, baby. It's alright...trust me. You've adjusted well now.”
“Have I?"
I could sense her voice becoming slightly calmer.
“Yeah... I can't see most of my length.”
“Don't tell me that. You are scaring me.”
"You are special, Meera. We are special... We've done what we wanted... Right? We've done what we've desired... and it's going to be wonderful."
"Mmm... Aaah..."
Her voice rose again, and I knew he must have done something new. Desai was probably waiting for her to adjust to his size.
"You are going to enjoy it now."
“It's still hurting... Do it slowly.. please, I am begging you Susheel...”
“Oh my God... this is heavenly...You know how much I have dreamt about this moment.”
“Mmm...”
"Meera...mmm... my baby...mmm..."
"Aaahh..." Meera started crying again. With every push he made, she cried. She made sounds that I had never heard her making.
“I'm crying too loud...”
She said after a while, realising how she was doing it.
“Don't worry baby...”
“Krish will be worried.”
Well, she still remembered me.
“He can't hear us. The door is too strong, Meera.”
“Oh... Is it okay to scream?”
“Yeah, it is...”
I heard some quick movements and then the sound of him fucking her slowly started filling my ear. He was doing it slowly, but Meera's noisy response to each of his thrusts made me hear it. However, I noticed that the intensity of her voice was diminishing. And the breathing of Desai was starting to dominate. It was evident that Meera had now fully adapted to his enormous size while Desai was putting more effort to move his dick in and out of her ass.
“You are now taking it so easily... “
I heard Desai talking while panting.
“Mmm...”
Meera's reply was a moan.
“Was it so painful with Krish also?”
“It was painful... but not so much difficult.”
“I told you we could do this.”
“Mmm...”
 
Their little banter in between the cries and groans was like a kick in my stomach. I didn't know when Meera and Desai had talked about anal sex in this detail. Desai was even aware of her previous experience with me. Meera had told him. And she was looking forward to trying it out with Desai. One thing was sure; that it wasn't something which they had decided this evening.
 
I sat back on my bed and kept listening. My heartbeats had suddenly come to normalcy, and I was no more feeling the urge to go and bang on the door of their room.
I had let him have his way with my wife. I had let my wife have all the fun with him. And he had specifically told me that he was going to do anal sex with her.
For a moment I wondered what would have happened if he hadn't opened that door to ask me for condoms. What if he had brought it himself? I would have shagged at the door without having a distant idea of what would be happening inside that room. I would have fantasised about them making love in the bed, taking turns to pleasure each other orally first then banging each other. I would have ejaculated many times, having no idea how louder my lovely wife was crying in pain in the other room.
I lay on my back and slowly undid my pants again, and found my way back to grip around my throbbing dick. Desai was way cooler than I thought. He was truly rich. He was kind enough to let me listen, even taking a risk to piss me off. Perhaps he knew that I was not a person who would be pissed off by such things. Perhaps he wouldn't have expected Meera to be so vocal during pain. Perhaps he wouldn't have thought her ass hole to be so tight.
As I started jerking my dick, I began to feel the small cries of Meera like music to my ears. I wished Desai used a little more power to make her moan louder. I wanted her to cry again. I knew it would hurt me too, but I wanted to hear it again.
“Fuck her harder, Desai.” I blurted in my mind.
“Just push your dick deep into her hole. Just bury it deep inside her. Make her cry louder.”
When I heard Desai saying a few words to comfort her further, I wished he didn't. I wished he used tougher language.
“See, you can take my monster? Didn't I tell you, bitch?”
“Yes...” I imagined Meera moaning submissively.
I imagined Desai's dick buried deep inside her to the point of his balls slamming against her pussy every time he did so. His huge length, inside her ass. I knew how painful it would be. But I wanted him to do it.
Desai went on to fuck her for a longer period and eventually let out a loud groan, matching in intensity and volume with the sound I had heard him making on our anniversary night. It was the sound of him bursting a bladder inside her ass, though with the protection of a condom. His groan outdid the peak of Meera's cries at any moment until then. He was a monster.
“Oh my God... That was...huhhh!”
All the sounds had come to a halt. Only the heavy breathing.
“Oh, my God... I am so tired, Meera... Mmm...”
I heard the sound of something heavy falling onto the bed and assumed that it would be his tired body being dumped onto the bed.
And the very next moment, the call was disconnected!
 
The room was filled with utter silence. He had disconnected the call. I was still jerking my dick. I threw the phone on the bed and closed my eyes, and re-lived those voices of my wife in my head.
“Aaah... Susheel... it's hurting.. please stop...”
“Shut up bitch...I am almost there... Just... aah... yes...yes...mmm... it's so good honey... so damn tight your ass... your pussy is already mine.. and now your ass is also mine... you are mine... aren't you?"
“Yes…”
“Am I not better than your husband?”
“Yes...”
“Then say you are mine...Meera...”
“Yeah...Susheel... I am yours... Aaah...”
I had lost track of what was real and what was my imagination. I jerked faster and faster until I shot a huge cum load in the air. The white stream of my cum flew up in the air and then landed on my body itself.
I didn't mind. I was still struggling to gather myself from the bits of reality and fantasy.
I knew my wife had been satisfied in the next room. And I too deserved to be satisfied.
I knew Desai might not be sleeping any soon. He might make love to my wife again. Maybe for the whole night. But I didn't mind. I had found my joy.
I was no more worried about what my wife would be doing with another man in her bed. By the time I slipped into my sleep I was able to completely free myself from thinking about them.
The last thing I remembered thinking about was how Desai would have made that phone call to me without alerting Meera. I felt he would have probably phoned me and had its volume down immediately. Because there was no way he could make a phone call to me in Meera's presence.
 
 
Listening to the sound of anal sex between Desai and my wife had awakened a monster in my head. The painful cries and screams of my wife were not going to be forgotten easily. They remained fresh in my head for many days and nights. But it did not make me stop dreaming. Instead, they drove me crazy and made me dream more. Deep inside my dirty mind, I was starting to enjoy the sounds of my wife being subjected to painful sex. My fantasies were soon filled with even louder cries of the woman I loved the most. Even when I thought of having sex with her, I wished I could do rough sex with her. I wanted to hold Meera's head with both hands and fuck her mouth with brutal force. I wanted to choke her with my dick pushed deep into her throat. I wanted to cum in her mouth, and over her mouth, and all over her face.
These rough fantasies kept becoming darker day by day. But I knew I would never be able to realise them because I neither had the skills to entice my wife nor the guts to force her.
However, I would soon find out one thing. While I was dying to fill my sexual life with rough sex with Meera, Desai was going the opposite way. Even when making her cry in pain during anal sex, he was becoming softer for her. His fantasies were no more about screwing the most beautiful woman he had ever befriended. Instead, he was looking to make her memorably feel his worth. That’s why he was trying his best to lessen her pain while shoving his thick meat deep into her ass hole with words she wanted to hear.
"You are special, Meera. We are special... We've done what we wanted... Right? We've done what we've desired... and it's going to be wonderful."
 
And I never knew when Meera started to fall for those words.
 

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