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Chapter – 34

 
The night after the temple festival was a turning point in my life. While it was happening, it was just like any other night with a great share of my cuckold fantasies becoming reality. But when I look back now, I can see it was the night everything changed. Because after that particular night, everything looked normal in my eyes.
The shock value of the fact that my wife was sleeping with another man was lost ever since.
In other words, I accepted that Desai was part of our life, like anything else.
I didn’t realise it then. But a few incidents after that night made me learn this.
 
In the morning I woke up earlier than Meera and Desai. I went to their room and found it closed. It was quite unusual for Meera to stay in bed so late. So it was an easy guess for me that she wouldn’t be asleep.
I stood outside the closed door and wondered if I should knock on it. I almost began to knock on the door, but then stopped, thinking that I would be disturbing them.
I felt it would be like disturbing them deliberately.
As time passed slowly, my frustration only grew.
I hated that door.
After today I'm gonna drill a hole in the door. I decided. I thought it would help me understand what was going on inside the room.
 
I went back to my room and completed my morning routines quickly. However, the other bedroom door didn't open even when I returned.
When would he stop?
I wondered agonisingly. I had heard him say how tired he was after the effortful anal sex on the last night. But now it would be time to pleasure her pussy.
 
I went to the kitchen dejectedly and began to make coffee for myself. Then I changed my mind and made coffee for three.
The thought that Desai was fulfilling all his dreams with my wife made me tense and jealous at the same time. Her loud cries were still fresh in my head and yet I was already imagining how Desai would have turned them into soft moans later. I imagined how my wife would be lying in that bed and letting Desai take over her body and soul one more time.
Is he making her addicted to his dick?
The thought scared me.
I remembered how Desai had told me about his dream about Meera.
“I will let you watch her sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. I will fuck your wife and you will see her begging me to cum inside her. You will see how much she enjoys my cock inside her. You will see what your lovely wife is gonna do with all that pleasure. Cry, laugh, or go insane for a while."
I felt his words were almost true already.
He had already given her various levels of pleasure. And she would be just a gesture away from spreading her legs for him in future.
I wondered if I would be aware of it every time. While agreeing to have anal sex with him she hadn’t asked me. I had no idea when and where they had talked about it. I even suspected them talking behind me already.
I felt I should confront them both about it. Separately.
I decided that I would ask Meera about when Desai had expressed his desire to have it, and why she didn’t tell me about it.
And then I would ask Desai why he didn’t tell me about it.
I hated the idea of questioning Meera but I needed to clear my doubts.
 
When the coffee was made, I finally decided to interrupt them. I felt like I had found an excuse.
 
I poured the coffee into three cups and carried them on a tray. I took it to the door of the room where my wife was still sleeping, and after a moment spent regaining my composure, I knocked on the door.
The first one was too slow. And it went answerless even after a few minutes. But the next knock was a bang on the door. Then the door was opened and Desai was standing there. He looked exactly like I had seen him in the night. Shirtless and intimidating. And his eyes were far from sleepy.
Meera was not seen but I didn't try to peep into the room despite my thirst to see how she was.
“Aren't you getting late?” I asked.
“I was telling the same to Meera,” Desai laughed and looked to his left side. I assumed that he was looking at her. I wanted to get inside the room and see her. I wanted to see if she was still lying nude in his bed.
But Desai was standing at the centre of the partially open door blocking my way. “Where is my wife?” I asked.” I hadn't seen her for a while.”
I said.
“Your wife,” Desai smiled. “She doesn't want to leave my bed.”
I felt he was enjoying this little conversation.
“Will you just get out, Susheel?”
I heard Meera's voice. Finally. She was right in the room.
“She’s tired of you?”
I asked.
“No. She’s just tired.” Desai smiled again and looked toward the bed. “Krish has brought coffee for you.”
He said and picked one cup from the tray in my hand. He thanked me with a gesture before turning to Meera.
“Don't you want to ask him if he missed you last night?”
“Meera...”
I called, having lost my patience to see a glimpse of her.
“She's coming... dear...”
Desai told me in a lowered voice.
A few seconds later, the other half of the door was opened. Meera was standing there. But her attire almost knocked me down on the floor. She was not wearing her saree and blouse. Instead, she was wearing an underskirt, which was raised to her armpit level, making her hide her breasts with it. I saw a red mark near the bra strap. The underskirt's lower end reached her thighs. Her hair was a mess. She was not the beautiful woman I had seen walking into that room last night. She was a woman who had been fucking for the whole night. Her lips had lost the sheen and delicateness due to being sucked non-stop.
“Krish...”
She smiled at me and her eyes locked with mine for two whole seconds. I thought she would say anything. Perhaps she too was hoping that I would say something.
“You are getting late, Meera.”
I blurted, eventually.
“Yeah, I know. I should be hurrying.”
Meera said and began walking past me.
“Meera, take a cup. He made it for you.”
Desai said.
Meera looked at me, the cup and then at him.
“You take it, Susheel. Thanks, Krish, and I am sorry I...”
“You're not that late, Meera,” I said. “You have time to have a coffee.”
Meera shook her head sideways. “Not like this, Krish.” She gestured at herself, shrugging her shoulders, as she spoke.  And she went to our bedroom leaving me with Desai.
“Good coffee, Krish. You are skilled.”
Desai said, enjoying a sip from the coffee.
“What happened to her clothes?”
I asked him.
“No, I didn't rip them off. Don't worry.”
He said with a smirk. I didn't like his casual reply. As if I was worried about her clothes. But I forced a smile on my face.
“Did you enjoy the phone call?”
Desai asked, suddenly.
“What?”
I didn't know what to say.
“Do you think I did the right thing by calling you?”
“Yeah... yes. It was good. But it scared me.”
“She was a little noisy, yeah. But I knew she could pull it off.”
“She cried a lot. I thought I would stop you.”
“Come on,” Desai smiled. “She enjoyed it later.”
“Yeah,” I said. “What got you so late?”
“Uhh...Things got a bit romantic.” Desai smiled again. “You know how’s it, buddy. I'm sorry today I won't have time to explain like last time. I am going back.”
“Oh...”
I felt a pang of disappointment but tried my best not to show it on my face.
He took another sip from his cup. I had forgotten to drink my coffee. I took it and had a sip. I couldn’t feel its taste.
“Thank you for the coffee, Krish.” Desai took the whole tray from my hand and carried it to the kitchen. I was surprised when I heard him turning the kitchen tap on. I asked him what was he doing and he said he was washing his cup.
“Leave it, Desai. It’s okay.” I said.
“I don’t want to play your boss here, Krish.” He came back soon and told me. “I'll take a shower now.” He added before heading to his bedroom. He didn't care to close its door and he simply proceeded to the attached bathroom.
 
Meera was still in my room. I went to the other room and saw the bed where Desai had fucked my wife for the whole night. Again.
But I could tell there was no sense of shock or unexpectedness. I was anticipating what it would look like. If it was neat and plain, then possibly I would have been disappointed.
And the bed was a complete mess. The blankets were kept at one end of the bed, crumbled. As I walked over to the bed and my eyes were stuck on a piece of cloth hanging on the ceiling fan. It was her blouse.
What the hell of the game have they been playing here?
It must be one of Desai's mischiefs. I remembered how he had stolen her bra after having sex with her on our anniversary night.
I walked around the bed, with my eyes automatically searching for any wet spots on the bed. There was none. But I did not fail to sense the smell of his cum in the air. It was all over there. Maybe fresh from the morning sex.
 
When I returned to my room, Meera was still in the shower. She finished soon and walked out with a bath towel around her body. The shower had rejuvenated her. I could see the energy was back in her eyes.
As Meera walked across me toward the wardrobe I caught the fresh aroma from her body. I was sedated by her beauty. Everything that I knew she was doing with Desai in the other room half an hour ago was erased from my mind instantly.
“Don’t look at me like that, Krish.”
Meera warned, in her soft voice.
Oh, she’s back to playing my innocent wife. I quipped in my mind.
“Okay, sure,” I said and pretended to walk to the bathroom and but then I quickly turned and grabbed her from behind. Before she could react, my lips had pressed behind her neck. The fresh scent of her body filled my nose. My heart was filled with a sense of joy.
It was momentary, though.
“What are you doing, Krish.”
Meera was annoyed.
“Give me a hug at least, baby. You gave him everything and there is nothing for me.”
Meera turned her head and looked at me, and then broke into a beautiful smile.
“Oh, so cute.” She said and pinched my chin. “What a cute innocent husband.”
She pushed me away and looked straight at me.
“What did I do?” I wondered.
“Don’t tell me you didn't do anything last night. Do I need to check your bed?”
I didn’t want her to check my bed. I knew she would spot the dried cum spots instantly.
“What I did was my own business. What did you do for me, that’s what I am asking.”
“I am sorry. I was too busy fucking your boss in the other room, baby. Didn’t you hear the noise?”
I was surprised to hear her speak like that. But it aroused me like hell.
I ended up staring at her, admiring the whole of her. She was confident and didn’t display a single bit of guilt for having spent an entire night with another man.
Meera moved forward and kissed me. On the lips.  She kissed me with the same mouth which I wanted Desai to torture by shoving his big rod brutally.
“Did you suck his thing with this mouth?” I asked when the quick kiss ended.
“A lot of times,” Meera whispered. I saw her eyes shining.
“Lucky bastard!” I said. Meera's smile became full-blown.
Meera moved back quickly though, saying she knew I had a fun night while taking her clothes from the wardrobe. She asked me to allow her to get dressed and I left half-heartedly.
 
Meera came out wearing a t-shirt and leggings and went to the kitchen. I followed her in the pretence of helping her make breakfast. She gave me beans to clean. My dick was aching already.
I wanted to grab her and rip her clothes off and screw her right there, without showing a hint of mercy. But I could not move my body even an inch.
 
Later, while standing under the showerhead, I found the desire to see her crying while Desai rammed into her pussy with all his vigour and strength, nonstop, and I jerked like a madman. I found the fantasy utterly satisfying.
 
Desai finished his bath and got dressed in his previous night’s clothes. He was planning to leave immediately after breakfast.
We had breakfast together, limiting our conversation to normal things. The night was over and the day had started.
 
Meera left first. Desai had phoned his driver to drop him at the airport.
While waiting for his car to arrive, I decided to draw his attention back to the events of the night.
I asked him how the night was. I was ashamed to ask him openly but I was desperate to know. So I asked.
“First you need to thank me,” Desai said.
I looked at him confusedly. He went on. “For letting you hear it.”
“But you didn’t let me hear it all.”
I quickly said.
“There has to be some level of secrecy too, buddy. Knowing all would kill the suspense and thrill.”
“Is that why you didn't tell me about Meera promising you there's gonna be another time?”
“What?”
“I heard her say 'didn't I tell you we're gonna do it again' which you didn't tell me last time.”
“Oh, didn't I tell you? It's just one of the many things we share in bed, while at its peak, dear. We hardly remember them word by word. I am sure you already knew that we're gonna do it again. It will last until you guys kick me out of your bedroom, won't it?”
He smiled as he talked and I was compelled to smile back. He went on. “Your fantasies are now mine, Krish. We have become one.”
“How many times did you do it? I mean…” I stopped midway and looked at him.
“Mmm...” He began to say and paused as if to alter his response. "Can you guess?"
"Twice," I said. "I think you had it again in the morning."
"Thrice," Desai said. His eyes shone as he spoke. "I didn't have the plan to have a go at it after the first one. We washed and returned to the bed to have our casual, silly, after-sex chat and cuddling. She wore just a top, without pants. And we had a long chat over little things, with her face on my chest. But how can I resist her cute smile and eyes? We ended up kissing and slowly the game was on. At one point I asked her if she didn't want to check you out. She was confident that you'd be okay. She knew what you would be up to. She told me you would have slept having a good time yourself. I thought she was aware that you’d shag in your bed. Did you shag?”
There was nothing left for me to hide.
“I did,” I said.
“But I didn’t tell her about what you did earlier, I mean at the door. Trust me, I did not tell her that you were standing there, jerking your thing. You were so high on spirit. You love it absolutely when I screw her, don’t you?”
“I love it absolutely when she’s getting screwed.”
I said in a flow, only to doubt whether I said too much. Desai stared at me for a moment. I had to say something. “But I would have been embarrassed if she knew what I was doing at the door. Thank you, for not telling her. I was crazy.”
“I am glad I did the right thing. If you don’t mind can I ask you one thing? How often do you and Meera make love?”
His question made me think for a moment. I thought he would have asked Meera too about it.
“It’s been a while. Why?”
“No, nothing.” He shook his head. “I think I’ve made you wait for long since the last time. I don’t know. I was equally desperate. Thinking about when would I meet you guys again and all. It’s crazy. But I wish I could do the next one without getting so late. What do you say?”
It understood what he was asking. He wanted to fuck my wife soon, again. I didn’t like the fact that he was already thinking about screwing my wife again. I didn’t like the fact that he wanted to make plans.
But I could just nod my head in agreement. It was becoming an open conversation, like a normal one in our life.
Desai went on, "I asked Meera about the same too. She too did miss me. But she didn't want to admit it easily, though. She said the truth in the middle of our second session which was quite a slower one. She had gone down on me and given me a long head. I just lay down and allowed her to take control. And then I begged her to give it back to me. She didn't let me get up though. She sat on my face and I ate her lips, you know how it is. And then she sat on my dick, guiding it into her. And gave me a heavenly ride. I begged her to spit into my mouth, but she's so possessive about it. Never relented. I hope the next time she would. There are so many things we could try out there, right? It’s silly but hot like hell. Have you ever thought about watching her with me?”
“That’s been in my mind for a while,” I admitted. I was enjoying the conversation now as Desai was giving me more about his mind.
“I wonder what would Meera say,” Desai said.
“When are you planning to come back?”
I asked.
“When you guys feel it’s a good time. I am dying to come back but I don’t want to become too much. Too much of it will spoil the fun.”
“Are you not going to see anyone else? I mean in your hometown?”
“I’ve tried, I mean in the beginning. But in my mind, it was always you. I will definitely see one in the future but not when you guys are around. I know it can’t go on forever, right?”
“Absolutely,” I said with a great sense of relief. “It can’t go on forever.”
His phone rang at this moment. His driver had arrived with the car. I gave Desai a small hug before he left.
The little conversation had left me in a sense of joy. I was not just at peace with his presence in my life, but also very happy about it. When he left, I was already looking forward to his return.
 
I went to my office with a peaceful mind. It is not that my insecurities were all gone. When I found myself not busy with work, I kept thinking about having given Desai my permission to let him come back and have his way as he pleased. He had told me the same things a year ago. We were not on good terms then and I hated every word he spoke then.
But now I was looking forward to him walking his talk.
I knew I was getting addicted to it and it was dangerous.
I felt like I was dreaming of Meera becoming Desai's property. Like Ananya had told me she had become earlier. Like Sam warned me what Meera would become. I was sure Meera would not resist if I invited Desai for dinner the next night too. She had become too comfortable with him. That was why she lay on his chest after making love and cuddling with him. Like lovers. And like real lovers do, she joined him in another lovemaking session which was more about giving herself to him.
“She said she too was missing me. But she didn't want to admit it easily, though.”
Slowly though, she’s admitting it.
I wondered if she was travelling too fast on the path we thought we had been travelling together. Am I lagging in the past to catch up with the game?
When I was lost in my thoughts, Nidhi asked me if I was alright.
I was alright. I thought.
Nidhi tried to cheer me up by talking about a funny incident she had recently.
I laughed but I was simply waiting for the night. I was dying to have a word with Meera.
 
That evening I was parking my car at my place when I ran into Rajneesh, our neighbour who lived next door.
"What was happening in your flat yesterday, Krish bro? You should bolt your door before trying out your beast mode."
I stopped. "What are you talking about?"
"What happened!" Rajneesh laughed and caressed his neatly trimmed beard. "Should I remind you of that? You had left your door open, Krish bro. We heard all the noise from your bedroom. Meera bhabhi was like...I mean... Should I tell you more?"
I felt like hit with a hammer on my head. I had lost my voice. I knew what he was talking about. But a hundred questions, fearful ones, were making me stop saying a word.
Rajneesh kept laughing for a few seconds, enjoying my reaction. My lack of response eventually forced him to mind his own business and get into his car and drive away.
I walked toward the lift but my legs were still weak.
 
As I stood in the lift I could not stop being frightened about what was going to happen next. A horrible twist had happened in my life, I thought.
 
When I reached home, Meera was planting a newly bought plant on a pot on the balcony. She said the coffee was in the kitchen. I took the coffee and went back to the balcony. I was just waiting for a moment to confront her.
On the balcony, I saw Meera digging up the soil on the pot. I leaned my back on the railing and spent a moment watching her beautiful fingers getting dirty with black nutrient-rich soil in the pot. Her right knee was pressing against her breasts and I could not look away from her. A part of her breasts was exposed through the neckline of her top.
Meera looked at me and found where I was looking. She smiled.
I told Meera about what I heard from our neighbour, dreading an emotional outburst. But she still smiled.
"Are you worried about it?"
I was stunned by her reaction. “Are  you not?” I asked.
“No.”
For one second I thought she had lost her mind. Doesn’t she mind having a bad name in the neighbourhood?
“It's going to spread in our neighbourhood. And you think it's okay?” I asked, unable to contain my disbelief.
“It’s okay if it spreads.” Meera laughed. “I am going to have to keep an eye on you.”
“Why?”
“My idiot husband, you have no idea. Reshma had phoned me in the morning itself. She was asking about what you had taken last night. At first, I too got puzzled but then I came to know that she had heard sounds from our flat. She heard it from her balcony and then told her husband. They thought you and I were making out - like on steroids or something. Reshma was asking what you had taken.”
I was astonished. “So they didn't hear Desai's voice?"
I asked with a sigh of relief.
“They heard it but they thought it was you. You sounded like a beast, Reshma told me.” Meera giggled. “Even I told her that you were a beast yesterday night.”
I felt a pang of jealousy that her giggling was meant to suggest that Desai was a beast in her bed that night. Indeed, he was.
“But how did they hear the sounds?” I wondered.
“I checked. The window door behind the curtain was slid open a few inches. I don't remember doing it. By the way, did you hear anything from the room?"
She looked up at me.
"No. I told you it's kinda soundproof." I said.
"Yeah, I know that. I know our doors are very strong. But I thought I was too loud yesterday night."
Meera said.
Too loud. I looked at her for a moment. Meera was glad that I hadn’t heard her cries. If I hadn’t had Desai's help, I would have no idea how loud she was crying that night.
 
I went to the room and checked the window. I remembered cleaning the windows a few days earlier and I realised it would be me who left it partially open.
 
After washing her hands, Meera came into the room and I asked her to sit with me on the bed.
“I am going to have a shower, Krish.” She said though she sat with me. She had earlier gone to the park for an evening jog.
“Rajneesh and Reshma heard your voice from this room. You were so noisy?”
I asked, pretending to be innocent.
Meera smiled.
“Yeah.”
“But I didn’t hear anything,” I said.
“Did you try?”
“I did… I wanted to hear it.”
Meera looked down on the floor and then turned to me.
“Did you shag?”
It was my turn to look down now.
“When did you decide about sleeping with him, yesterday?”
The look on Meera's face told me that she didn’t expect my question.
“I don’t remember the exact moment… it was there. We knew we were going to do it, didn’t we? I mean, if we are inviting him to our house, then what else is it for?”
“And about doing anal sex? We had never discussed it. There was no hint.”
“In the bus, when he stood behind and put his arms around me, and pressed his thing behind me, I was initially in panic. I asked him what he was doing. He said he was surprised that I am not getting it. I said I was getting it.
I already knew that he was very fond of my back. I mean the other day he was crazy about it. Licking all over me. Very dirty. He even told me he wants to be much dirtier. I denied. I told him not this time. But I never thought he was going to do it this time. I never thought it would be this way. When he said there behind me, he caressed me a lot, I mean a lot, I don’t know if there’s a place he didn’t touch. It was just luck that nobody found out. Or I don’t know if anyone did. I was not in a state to care about it. My mind was behind me, where he was poking his thing behind me. He asked me if I was able to imagine it. I said Yes.
He then said that exploring my sweet hole would be the first thing he would do once we reached our place. He asked me if I had good hair oil. And he asked me if I would love it again if he licked me there. He said he would pour a lot of oil before he did it. His hands were at my hips first, and then at my breasts, under the saree. I could barely stand. When the bus ride ended, I was scared to take the cab because I thought he would sit with me and start it then and there. But you insisted we take the cab. Luckily, Susheel didn’t want to sit with me. And when I sat with you, I was already feeling, you know, wet.”
I was astonished.
“But you didn’t give a single hint,” I said.
“I thought you must be having some sort of view, though it was dark in the bus. But I prayed that you didn’t see what he was doing.”
“Why do you think so? You were leaving me behind, I felt like that.”
Meera gave me a surprised look.
“I thought you loved surprises. Surprises happen when something new and unexpected happens. I am hiding it from you but not hiding everything. To be honest, it excites me when I give you surprises. Yesterday I could have taken the condoms from our room or led Susheel there directly instead of letting him ask you about it.”
She was right. She could have stopped Desai from asking me about the condoms.
“You wanted me to bring the condom for you?”
I asked.
“I didn’t mean you to do it. But I knew you would be happy to do that. I felt you would be thrilled to know what we were going to do. And while doing it, or immediately after, I thought you would have heard some noise. I was…like…oh!” Meera exhaled as if the memory was too overwhelming to be narrated. She went on. “What we do is what we desire, and our desire is not what we actually need, but instead, it's what we fantasise about. I don't think I'll enjoy it if I open up everything in front of you. What I don't like to repeat from our past is playing it out in front of your eyes. I don't want you to watch me doing it, Krish. It can be exciting for you to know what I am doing. But I don't want you to watch me getting naked and lying in Susheel's arms. I am actually enjoying the fact that you can't even hear what we are talking about. It makes me really comfortable with what I am doing there. I know you are still enjoying it. You don't need to know everything, Krish. Trust me. I can look into your eyes and tell you that you are enjoying those moments greatly. You never welcomed it like this. You are having the pleasure of your life. You are more comfortable jerking yourself than engaging me in real sex. I know you can be great at sex. But what is happening in your head is more thrilling for you at this moment. Do you want to ruin it? Do you want to stop it? Do you want to end it?"
“No,” Krish said.
“Don't you want Desai to come back after a few days and have me, that too in your bedroom? You prefer that, don't you?”
My heartbeats were rising but I felt normal with it. I felt warm inside.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered.
“But you have to give me time before you'll bring him back, okay? We can't be overly obsessed with him. We have a life of our own.”
There was no way I could disagree with her.
Meera sat even closer and touched between my thighs. My dick was throbbing, longing for attention. I looked deep into her eyes and I wished she could read my mind. And she did.
“Pull it out, Krish.” She whispered.
“Are you not getting late for the shower?” I asked.
“Would you hate me if I don’t take shower now?” She asked and leaned towards me. I leaned forward and kissed her.
“Teach me too, to be dirty, my love,” I whispered.
Meera's eyes shone at me and they moved away from me. Before I could feel the coldness of disappointment, she removed her top and revealed her bra-clad body to me.
“You wanted to see it, didn’t you?”
“I wanted to do a lot of things,” I admitted.
“What do you do when your wife is busy with him in his bed?”
“I pull it out…” I said and pulled my dick out, dropping my pants to my knees. Meera looked at it and smiled at me.
“Wow,” She said. “Show me how you jerk it.”
She shifted to the raised head side of the bed and leaned back against the wall.
“Show me how you do it.” I was slightly baffled by her demand.
“Show me. Jerk it for me, Krish. I want to see it.”
She whispered again.
She wanted me to masturbate in front of her. I was slightly embarrassed to carry on but she insisted again. Eventually, I started moving my hand and soon started doing it well. She asked me to come closer and I was soon kneeling in front of her.
“Today morning Susheel too was on his knees, right where you are now,” Meera said with a wicked smile. “And I was sucking him.”
I was stunned.
“Did you suck him?”
“Yes.”
Meera's eyes slowly descended from my face to stop at my dick. I was jerking faster.
“Close your eyes, if you want.” She whispered.
I followed her wish and the imaginary visuals of her bending down in front of Desai and blowing his dick started filling my mind. Whatever shame was left in my mind evaporated in one second. I kept shifting my knees forward in excitement and asked her to take off her bra too. She smiled at me and removed her bra to free her breasts. I wanted to feast on them. But I didn’t want to stop jerking. The look on Meera's face told me that she was loving it.
“Where do you want to shoot your cum over me?” Meera asked after a few seconds.
She wanted me to cum over her. I had a reply ready in my mind. Her beautiful face, over her lips and nose and eyes. But I didn’t have the guts to say it.
“Your belly,” I mumbled.
Meera smiled, “then do it.”
She invited me. I knelt at her side and jerked harder. And I came heavily on her belly, spoiling her smooth belly with my cum drops. Her navel getting filled with my cum was a sight I enjoyed very much.
As I finished, Meera ran her fingers over her belly and touched my cum.
“It’s sticky and dirty… chi!” She said with a naughty smile.
I knew she was teasing me.
I felt her letting me shag and cum over her belly was one of the best things she had done to me in bed in recent times.
 
And we would repeat it in the following nights too, with Meera trying to catch my cum drops on her open palms. One night she asked me if I was waiting for Desai to come back and fuck her. I said yes. She kept asking me things I wanted her to do with him. Those nights, my mind with all the dirty fantasies became an open book for her.
 
 
Rajneesh and his wife hearing the lovemaking sounds from my flat increased my frustration that I was able to do that only because of Desai's mercy. After Meera left for work one day, I spent a few minutes checking out the door for a loophole that I could use next time. When I thought about the next time, at first I was a little hesitant to admit to myself that I was anticipating it very soon. But when I realised that there was no way I could listen to the sounds from the other side of that door, I started to think that the so-called next time might happen in a few days. There was a sense of hurry for me to do something about it. I wanted to make sure I got some noise next time.
So I decided that there was only one way. I went to a nearby tool shop and borrowed a drill machine.
At first, I couldn’t decide on which door should be drilled a hole on. I had no idea which room Desai would take my wife to, next time. During their first night, Desai had taken Meera to my bedroom. And on Sunday, it was the other room. So it was unpredictable what he would do on next time. So I made three 3mm holes each on the doors of both rooms. I left out the third room’s door. I tilted the drill bit slightly so that the hole could not be visible from the front side. I didn’t want to leave things for a chance. The holes were at an angle toward the bed but the visual was obstructed by the door curtains. I played music on my phone and ensured that it was audible from the other side of the door.
 
A few days later, we were invited to the wedding anniversary of two couples in our residential complex. Meera as usual stunned everyone with her beauty, in a long sleeveless gown that accentuated the perfect shape of her body. Many of the people asked me about our anniversary.
While socialising with Rajneesh, I saw his wife Reshma giving me a naughty smile. I caught her smiling at me more than twice. The third time I moved closer and told her that I knew why she was giving me that smile. Her smile became full and she looked away, unable to look at my eyes.
 
In the night I told Meera about it and she said Reshma had already told her about the same.
“You know she thinks I am lucky,” Meera added. “I told her it was a night when my husband went too crazy in bed. And she said I was lucky to have such a husband who’s a sex machine.”
“Sex machine?” I smiled. “Do you think I am a sex machine?”
Meera thought a second and smirked. “I think you are the man who bought his wife a sex machine.”
Meera was openly praising Desai's sexual prowess. I could see she was happy to call him a sex machine. For her, he was. My jealousy was at its peak but I didn’t say anything.
 
One day when I phoned Desai to discuss office matters, he reminded me about the need to see the proposed building in Mumbai where he had been planning to launch another branch of the Vicky Security Services. He asked me to visit Mumbai even though the proposed building was under construction, nearing completion. He said it was owned by Maithrei and her husband.
It was long since Desai had taken Maithrei’s name. I wondered if he was still in touch with her.
 
When I told Meera about Desai's proposal, she was sceptical.
“I suggest you do anything to improve your business but don't commit yourself to visit Mumbai every weekend.”
I looked at her, wondering the underlying meaning of her caution.
“Krish, we both are aware that our life has taken a turn, a u-turn to a familiar world. We are open about it and it's a good thing. But we cannot take anything for granted. I will do whatever you say it's okay, but one thing is for sure, I can't lose you. Desai may be good in bed, but that doesn't mean he could replace you. He should never think about us that way. If he asks you to go to Mumbai today or tomorrow, please learn to say no. Say no. He doesn't get to dictate things in your life. I am not saying it because I hate him or something. But I am scared of him, Krish. I am scared of things he could do. We are in the mud, our feet very deep in that. We must hold our hands together to survive. Whatever we are doing, we can do it because we love each other. But we can't be so blind that we can't see things.”
Meera said.
I nodded. “You have a point, Meera. I agree with that.”
Her suggestion was a reiteration of my impression that Meera was not going to surrender to Desai all the way. She loved the sex, but that was it. I loved how she was clear about her stance with him. And she was suggesting I adopt the same stance.
 
 
One day when I returned to the office after meeting someone, I spotted Nidhi’s boyfriend Sundeep talking to her at the front office. I had a brief chat with him and quietly asked Nidhi what she was up to. She smiled at me shyly. She hurried to send Sundeep away and later came to meet me in my office.
I advised her not to hang around at the office.
“You are free to find time and go on a date with him once in a while if you want when I’m present here,” I said. “Only that you need to find the least busy time of the day. I think our afternoon hours get less number of calls.”
Nidhi gave me a lazy smile.
“I am kinda interested, thank you, sir. But I’m scared.”
“Scared of whom?”
I asked. Nidhi looked down and smiled.
“Scared of my mom.” She said and laughed.
 
Two days later at noon, she asked me if she could go for a coffee with Sundeep in the afternoon. I said okay.
However, it started raining soon after Sundeep arrived to pick her up. Nidhi came back to my office and said she had to drop off the coffee plan due to rain.
“You can take my car if you want, Nidhi,” I said, “If any of you are confident of driving it.”
Nidhi’s eyes shone at me.
“Sundeep can drive.”
Her joy was visible in her eyes.
I placed my car key on the desk and moved it forward.
“But please make sure your pants are not spoiled by raindrops. Keep your look as beautiful as it is now. You don’t want your mom to find out, right?” I said, eyeing her white pants.
“Sure, yes.” Nidhi smiled as she leaned over the desk and grabbed the key. “I don’t know how to thank you, Krish sir.”
She said before leaving.
 
She came back in half an hour. I asked how the date was.
“We had coffee.” She told me the name of the café. It was three kilometres away.
“Just coffee? No cake?”
I asked. Nidhi was surprised.
“Yeah, I had cake too. How did you know?”
I smiled.
“I know you love cake.”
“How do you know?”
“I was there on your birthday, girl. You took the biggest piece. I saw.”
“You noticed that!” Nidhi laughed showing her beautiful teeth and told me about an interview she had attended before joining Vicky Security Services.
“During the interview, I was asked how many pieces of cake I could make from one cake with only three cuts. I was not prepared for a question like that; I said I could make six pieces – two straight cuts making three pieces and then one cut across them to make it six. But the interviewer said I was wrong. Because I could make eight pieces by two cuts straight down across the other and then make the third cut horizontally. The interviewer was smiling as he fooled me, and I was forced to say something. I said, ‘but you won’t let everyone have the top cream of the cake.’ My response made him look at me like why even I showed up there for the interview. I didn’t get the job anyway. But I still remember the look on his face when I gave him that reply.”
I laughed.
“Who does remember about the top cream of the cake during an interview?”
“I do,” Nidhi smiled sheepishly. “I love cakes.” She said.
“How do you rate your interview here?” I asked. “It was my first as an interviewer.”
Nidhi spent a few seconds thinking before speaking.
“When my mom told me I was called for an interview by you, I immediately felt bad because most of my interviews were at the wrong places with not-so-nice experiences. I was worried about failing. But you were cool; and very honest. You didn’t try to pretend to have conducted a lot of interviews. You straight away said you had no plan to interview me but you intended to show me the office environment. You were saying you had no plan to interview me because you were not qualified for that. Your honesty made me so comfortable. The only assignment you gave me was to imagine me sitting in this office and thinking about welcoming the customers with a pleasant smile; guiding them and engaging them with our services. You even told me I was the one to choose what I could be in this office. That was the best interview I’ve ever had in my life.”
I kept smiling at her.
“Wow,” I said. “I am so pleased by what you said. I wish I could promote you instantly. But…”
She laughed aloud.
She thanked me again when she left, for letting her borrow my car.
 
A few days later, one evening the same style of coffee date repeated. It was a day when it had been raining slowly since morning.
“You have found a perfect day for the date. It’s more raining.” I quipped. “But I am glad that you have a boyfriend who’s not scared of rains and thunders.”
“I am glad that I have a boss who’s just awesome.”
Nidhi said.
The rain turned heavier soon after she left.  I prepared a coffee for myself and looked through the window, watching the road and trees getting more and more drenched.
 
Nidhi came back and returned the car key after half an hour. I guessed they would have gone to the same café.
“How did it go?” I asked. I noticed that her top had a few wrinkles than earlier.
“It was good. Thank you Krish sir.”
She said quickly and kept the key on my desk. She looked a bit shaken and hurried back to the front office. I could sense that something was unusual in her behaviour. I thought she must have shared a kiss with her boyfriend.
An hour later, I had to meet someone. While briefing Nidhi I pointed out that one of her earrings was missing. Nidhi was clueless.
“Oh shit! Where did it go?”
She was shocked as well. The earring was made of gold.
“It was there when you went for the date.” I recollected. “You should come with me. Let’s go and check the café.”
Nidhi hesitated.
“I don’t think….”
“Come on, you have to give it a try.” I insisted.
She followed me to the underground parking. She was quite nervous, very unlike her character. Her head was down, making me wonder what happened to her. When we approached the car, I suggested that we search the car first.
“It could have fallen inside.”
Nidhi nodded, “yeah.”
Assuming that she must have sat on the front left seat, I immediately opened the side door and started searching for the earring under the seat. I could not find it.
I got up. “It’s not here, Nidhi. We should go to the café.” I looked at her.
Nidhi was struggling to look at me now.
“Krish sir, I am sorry. I… I didn’t sit there.” She said with her voice too low.
I was surprised.
She looked toward the back seat of the car. I got it.
“Oh,” I walked around the car slowly to move closer to her. “You sat in the back seat?”
“Mmm…”
“Like a passenger.”
Nidhi’s head sank further down.
“Mmm…”
“And Sundeep drove the car?”
Nidhi bit her lips and tried to force a smile but failed in it. “He too was…I mean… there.”
The shame of being caught in the act was all over her face and weak body language. I didn’t want to torture her with any more questions. I already knew what she would have done with her boyfriend in the back seat of the car. But I could not stop asking her one more question.
“That means you guys didn’t make it to the café?”
Nidhi didn’t answer but I got her reply from her silence.
“It is okay, Nidhi. Don’t torture yourself by thinking you’ve embarrassed yourself.” I said as I opened the back door of the car. I looked at her as I spoke. “I am not the guy to find fault in you for anything. Just relax. I am not going to make an issue.”
“I am sorry.” Nidhi looked at me, finally. “When he said we could just stay here, it’s a good spot… I… I am sorry. Let’s go back. I will try to find the earring later.”
“No, there’s no way that earring can be lost in here.” I smiled and began to search inside the car.
The earring was there in the foot space.
“Here it is.” I bent down to pick it up and I saw a small piece of plastic lying next to it. I picked up the earring and the plastic as well. All my joy in finding the earring evaporated as I realised what the plastic piece was. It was torn piece of a condom wrap!
I looked at the little piece of evidence and turned to Nidhi. She saw it and pressed her palm to her mouth. Her eyes were blinking repeatedly in the struggle of facing me.
“I am sorry, Krish sir.”
I didn’t know what to say. I looked at the car seat once again.
They had sex in there!
When I faced her again, I could not stop looking at her lips. Her head was hanging there in shame, and I could not see if her eyes were open or closed. My eyes inevitably wandered down to her neck and small breasts and then to the whole of her body.
She had sex with her boyfriend in my car!
The thought hit me again and all of a sudden I started feeling the smell of sex in the air. She was a girl ten years younger than me and I never wanted to look at her more than just a beautiful girl. Of course, she had given me a few moments of arousal during her birthday but I had been remorseful about it ever since. I had since then looked at and treated her like a friend. But suddenly I was looking at her and helplessly imagining her without clothes. I hated the idea but I also felt warm about it. It had nothing to do with it, but being aware that she was lying there and her boyfriend was shoving his dick into her pussy in a hurry made me carry a boner in no time. At the same time, I was ashamed that I was getting such an erection out of her embarrassing situation.
“Nidhi,” I sought her attention after a few seconds of silence from both of us. “Take it.” I handed the earring to her and closed the door.
“Come on,” I started walking back to my office.
Nidhi followed me.
 
She followed me up to the front office only and I straightaway headed back to my office. I almost sat in my chair but then realised that I had to meet someone. I saw Nidhi sitting at her desk with a lost face as I walked past the front office.
 
Chapter to be continued…

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Chapter 34 continues…

 
 
When I returned after two hours, I saw Nidhi in a better state. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She later came to brief me about a couple of calls she had received in my absence. When she finished and got up to leave, she spent a moment gathering her thought.
“I am sorry for what I did, Krish sir. I shouldn’t have been wise. I can’t face you now and can’t stop thinking about what you would be thinking of me. It is so embarrassing.”
She said.
I asked her to sit down. Nidhi looked at me, hesitating to sit down.
“Sit down first, Nidhi. I told you it’s alright.” I went on after she sat down. “I thought we were much closer than being an employer and employee. But sometimes we end up doing things that make us think no level of proximity is enough to share enough details. I would love to share with you one such incident I had a few weeks ago. It’s something I wouldn’t have shared with you before his noon. A few weeks ago I was having a fun chat with my wife about her fantasies…I mean sexual fantasies, she told me she would love to make out in our car. That too not at our residential parking. On a public place, to be precise. I was, you know, very thrilled at her revelation. We were on our way back home and the time was like seven o’clock. So I decided that why not do it. She was so scared. I was equally scared but our emotions at a certain level of excitement make us overlook everything else. So I parked the car and started making out. But we were shit-scared.”
Nidhi was listening carefully, and a smile was blossoming on her lips.  I waited for a moment and went on. “Why I am telling you about this is just to remind you that what you have done might offend you, but not me. I am not the person to see wrong in this. So stop apologising to me.”
“But I spoilt your car.”
Nidhi said.
“You did not. I checked the seat; it was alright. There was just a piece of evidence which I have thrown out. There is nothing to worry about, Nidhi. You can trust me.”
Nidhi let out a sigh. She began to say something but didn’t say it. She just pulled her both lips into her mouth to bite down a smile.
“And I am glad that you used protection. I would say you were wise.”
This time Nidhi looked straight into my eyes, letting me lock hers with mine. There was a sense of disbelief in her eyes.
“You seem okay now,” I said.
“I am okay, now.” She said. “You are unbelievable, Krish sir.”
“Was it your first time with him?” I asked.
“It was my first time with anyone.” She said. I noticed that her chin was slightly up as she said that. As if her confidence was back.
“Oh, then I think I should repeat my first question. How did it go?”
She smiled at me before replying. “It was good.”
We stared at each other and laughed together.
 
When she left I could not stop thinking about her smile. On her birthday she had given her boyfriend a blowjob. And today, she had sex with him. I imagined her lying in my car’s rear seat and closing her eyes while her pussy lips getting parted to accommodate the whole length of her boyfriend’s dick.
I was becoming jealous. Not because she had sex with her boyfriend. But because she had the pleasure of having sex in a car. I had tried to live that pleasure but I had failed it.
I wondered how a girl with no previous experience managed to pull off that with her boyfriend in her first attempt. I felt I shouldn’t have held back with Meera the other day. I would have pulled off that.
 
Suddenly something came to my mind.
CCTV camera!
There were a couple of CCTV cameras installed at the underground parking. One of them was placed at the lonely corner where my car was parked. The visual of that corner was not pinned on the multiple-display screen in my office, because I was the only one who parked the car over there. Out of curiosity I checked the cameras on the panel and found that the CCTV camera at the parking was found running.
My heartbeat was high even before I switched the camera visuals and brought the visuals from the parking CCTV camera on the screen. I saw my car. The view was from the back side of the car at the right corner.
I already knew I had the visual. For once I felt I was doing the wrong thing. But I was not going to stop myself from having a look.
I ran the recording and started watching it from the time Nidhi had taken the car key from me.
I saw Sundeep standing next to my car even before Nidhi came. I skipped a few seconds forward impatiently. When I resumed playing the recording, I saw Nidhi standing right in front of him and talking. She was holding out something to him. He took it and pressed it. My car’s parking lights blinked. He had unlocked my car. They spent talking for a few more seconds, and I noticed both were suddenly looking around. I assumed that they were checking if anybody was watching them.
Sundeep then opened the back door and touched Nidhi’s arm. She looked around again and then got in. Sundeep took another look at the surroundings and followed her. The door was closed the next moment.
I ran the zoom-in button to get a closer visual of my car. And I did see them sitting inside the car, through the rear glass. And they were already kissing. Only their heads were visible. I did not have a clear view of them kissing, but I could see him tilting his head on her face and it was an easy guess that he was kissing her.
And then he put his arm around her shoulder. He bent forward further, probably kissing her neck.
After a few seconds, they parted, and Nidhi looked around through the windshield. Before I could start anticipating her next move, her head sank into his lap!
“Oh my goodness!”
I said in my mind. Nidhi was giving him a quick head. I saw Sundeep leaning back on the seat and caressing her hair. Nidhi’s hand came up and stopped him. Perhaps she didn’t want him to spoil her hair.
I thought she was being careful.
A minute later she sat up and smiled at him. They were saying something. Nidhi laughed and shook her head. Sundeep leaned forward and kissed her suddenly. Nidhi back off but not before his lips met hers. He was pushing his body forward and both their heads went down to the seat. I lost view of them both for a few seconds. I could guess he was getting on top of her, probably enjoying her breasts. I had noticed the wrinkles on her otherwise neatly kept top when she returned from the parking earlier. Her young and firm breasts came to my mind and I felt a desire to see them in real.
Sundeep sat up on the seat but Nidhi still lay on the seat. I saw Sundeep’s hands working on her; I could not see what exactly. I only needed to wait a few seconds. He lifted her legs onto his shoulder and then I saw him removing her pants.
He was quick.
He removed it from her legs one by one and then kissed her calf on the right leg. I watched with bated breath as his lips descended along her leg. He went only halfway down before sitting up and then I saw him pulling up something else. Her panty.
It looked like a blue one. Perhaps I was wrong.
I saw Sundeep having a close look at her panty and Nidhi was quick to snatch it from him. Only her legs were in my view. But I knew Sundeep was having the view he wanted, between her split legs. Her virgin pussy.
I wished his head went down between her legs and let her feel the pleasure of a man’s tongue on her coveted pleasure spot. But Sundeep was doing something else. He was adjusting himself between her legs, by kneeling on the seat. I could see his shoulders now. I thought he was dropping his pants to his thighs. He brought something to his mouth and tried to tear it open. He succeeded in it after a couple of pulls with his hand and spit out the torn part aside. And he remained still for a few seconds, with his both hands working at his crotch. He was wearing a condom.
One thing was sure. He had come up with a plan to screw his girl. Nidhi’s lack of resistance made it evident that she too was ready for it. Probably they had spoken about it beforehand. Probably they had sensed the opportunity when I had lent them my car on the previous date. So this whole thing was a planned one.
I remembered Nidhi nervously making an excuse earlier.
“When he said we could just stay here, it’s a good spot…”
It was bullshit. The girl knew she was going to have it.
Sundeep leaned forward and Nidhi’s right leg was pressed on the backrest. With her left foot being beyond my visual, I guessed that her legs were properly split to welcome him. Sundeep was leaning forward and then working on it. And then his head went down, disappearing from my view. I could only see Nidhi’s right foot. And my eyes desperately tried to catch the movement of it. It remained still for a few seconds, making me stop blinking and my heartbeats peak in anticipation of the inevitable moment of her virgin pussy being invaded by a man’s cock for the first time.
I could not stop my hand from touching my dick under the desk. It was hard like a rock.
The next moment I spotted a stretching movement on her solitary foot, and I knew that was it. The next moment Sundeep’s head was up, back in my view, and he started moving slowly.
I could not even blink.
He had started fucking her. Her virgin pussy was starting to get the feel of his erect manhood and probably getting adjusted to its length and girth. I wondered if she was feeling the pain of the first time sex. I wished I could hear her voice. Probably she would have cried a little. I thought.
Sundeep soon caught pace, fucking her quickly. Nishi’s feet kept shaking each time he pushed his body forward. There was no sign of subtlety. It was a quick fucking session, probably due to the circumstances. Sneaking in and making out in the backseat of someone else’s car in the parking lot of an office complex was too risky to have leisurely sex. It was time for the bare minimum sex. It was a moment when the bare minimum would give the maximum thrill.
And the fucking session didn’t go more than two minutes.
I was beginning to be disappointed as I saw him back off and take a breather. I thought it was the end but I then saw Nidhi turning around and allowing Sundeep to get in position behind her. I could see the side of her naked butt for a fraction of a second as she knelt on the seat. Sundeep quickly moved behind her and started pushing in, almost bending over her due to the lack of height inside the car. The show lasted a few seconds before she hurried to finish. As soon as he pulled out, Nidhi sat down on the seat and I saw her laughing and looking around. I didn’t know whether it was the pleasure of sex or the relief of pulling off the act in such a risky place that was making her happy. Both were quick to pull their clothes back in place. I saw Sundeep slowly removing the used rubber and I saw both of them laughing together. Maybe a couple of jokes, I guessed. I couldn’t see where he discarded the rubber. He had taken care not to leave the evidence in the car or even outside it, but he had already dropped a big piece of evidence when he tore the condom wrap in the beginning.
Nidhi was seen wiping her face but when Sundeep leaned forward to kiss her, she kissed back him willingly. Her responses were more positive now. Perhaps having her first experience had made her feel more loved and thus such a reaction.
When they both got out of the car, Nidhi was aware of the wrinkles on her clothes. She tried to remove the wrinkles by pulling at the edges and checking her reflection on the windshield of the car.
I switched off the video as I saw them parting ways, and leaned back on my chair.
I was hard and thrilled for having watched it.
For once I wondered if I should tell Nidhi about it to see her reaction and then decided against it. She was already ashamed of it just because I had found out, and I didn’t want to make her feel worse.
 
However, the next time I saw Nidhi I could not stop watching her secretly. My eyes flew from one part of her body to another and took secret pleasure in going back in memory to replay what I had seen on the video. And eventually, before the end of the day, I ended up closing my door and watching the video once again, this time jerking my dick along with it. I had become a pervert.
And it would repeat in the days that followed. More than the fun of watching a girl having sex with her boyfriend in the car, I was seduced by the event of her having sex in my car. I tried to imagine myself in place of Sundeep and Meera in place of Nidhi. It was a fabulous dream.
 
 
One day Meera told me Piyush wanted to host dinner for her.
“He’s impressed by our services. He wants to thank me.”
“Just you?” I asked. “He must be thankful to the whole company.”
“Well he has invited the whole company,” Meera said. “Me, you and Desai.”
When I said the whole company I was referring to the company she worked for and helped Piyush’s money grow at an impressive rate. But as I learned Piyush planned to include Desai too, it was the moment I had been waiting for.
Desai was coming. My wife’s sex machine was coming back. It was supposed to be a social evening but I knew the dinner wouldn’t end the night for us.
“What is Desai's role in it? Piyush wants to thank him too?”
I asked, without showing my excitement.
“Desai was the reason how Piyush found my company. So he’s got a valid reason.” Meera said.
I phoned Piyush and acknowledged his invitation. He said he’s added another friend of his to the dinner and asked for my permission.
“I have no issues meeting new people, Piyush,” I said.
 
The next day when I spoke to Desai from the office he mentioned the dinner.
“I have booked the evening flight to Pune.” He said. “I’m not sure about the return flight. I thought I should ask you and Meera first.”
I knew why he wanted to ask me and Meera about his return journey.
“What are your options?” I asked.
“There’s a flight past midnight. I can catch it straight after dinner. And then the other option is in the morning.”
I took a deep breath and then spoke. I knew the underlying tone of this conversation was to convey whether I was ready with the idea of my wife sleeping with him after dinner.
“Are you seeing the dinner as the last event of the night?” I asked.
“I don’t want to,” Desai said.
“Then you can come home along with us. After the dinner.”
“Are you looking forward?”
He asked again. I thought I heard a giggle from the other end.
“As much as you are.”
That was how I told him that I was perfectly okay with it.
 
With that my life had joined a path that was crystal clear. I was going to welcome Desai and allow him to sleep with my wife without any room for surprises and twists. Everything was spoken about. Meera and I had never been at peace with such a situation in the past.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, everything looked normal in my eyes.
Being cuckold had become normal. There was no shame in being a cuckold.
Or I thought so.
 
That day when I reached home Meera was busy in the kitchen. I spent a few minutes in front of the door of my bedroom. I could already imagine myself standing in front of that door in a few days, and I knew I was going to hear Meera moaning with pleasure. I was going to keep my ear close to the hole I had drilled in the door. I could even hear her from the hall if she became too loud. I was thrilled beyond belief.
The dinner was three nights away. For those three days, I could not stop thinking about it. It didn’t matter whether I was at the workplace or home, the Saturday night was always at the back of my mind. And my dick had made it a habit to become hard every time I thought about it. My masturbation addiction was increasing. I found myself visiting the bathroom at regular intervals whenever I was alone at my office. At night when I went to bed, I did not try to engage Meera in any type of sexual activity. I hoped that it would make her desperate. I wanted her to be desperate like a bitch and beg him to fuck her mouth. I kept dreaming about her slurping his cum from the tip of his dick. My dreams were becoming dirtier.
 
Eventually, Saturday arrived. The dinner night arrived.
The restaurant was fifteen kilometres from our place. I chose to wear a navy blue shirt and cream pants. I got ready quickly and waited in the hall for Meera. I didn’t mind her taking long for getting ready. I wanted her to look at her best, and make Desai wish he could bang her right away.
The fact that I knew the outcome of this night was making it too hot for me to handle. It was probably for the first time in a long time that I knew the future of the night. I was so ready for it. I stood at the open door of the other room and had a look at the bed. That was, probably, the bed where my Meera was going to spread her legs for him. She would make crazy sounds while getting fucked hard by his monster dick. I wondered if I could hear the sound of her sucking his dick. There was a moment when I wished I had bigger holes in the door.
 
When Meera got ready for dinner, finally, it was a sight to behold as always.
She was wearing a burgundy off-shoulder dress with short sleeves. The dress as she always preferred exposed the beauty of her neck and shoulders with no ornaments. The neckline of the dress was wide enough to tease a good amount of her cleavage. The short sleeves only served as a barrier, making the look aesthetically appealing, because otherwise, her long naked arms seemed an extension of the glowing skin of her shoulders. The dress looked fit around her hip and then had a flared hem that ended just above her knees. The legs, especially the rightly plump calves were a sight capable of waking up anyone’s dark fantasies. I could already imagine Desai lifting her legs to his face and kissing around her calves while positioning his body between them.
Meera smiled at me.
“How do I look?”
Her lips with light pink lipstick were a joy to look at. I knew they would taste delicious. But I knew I was not going to be the man who would taste it.
“You look like an angel.”
Meera walked over to me and looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you dreaming about anything?”
I smiled. But I did not look away. We looked at each other for a long moment and kept smiling.
We both knew what we were going to do. And it was awesome.
 
 
Chapter to be continued…

[krish_999]

Chapter 34 continues…

 
 
Piyush was waiting for us when we arrived at the restaurant. It was a grand choice for a dinner. I thanked Piyush for inviting us and appreciated his choice of place.
Piyush was, on the other hand, too impressed with Meera's look. He didn’t hesitate to pour in compliments.
“Meera I always thought you looked like models and actresses who are considered number one of our times. But I was wrong. You beat them by miles with your beauty.”
Meera was overwhelmed by the sudden shower of compliments.
“I hope you are not flattering. Thank you.”
As we waited in the lounge for the other guests, Piyush mentioned that his friend whom he had invited for the dinner had intimated his inability to join. It meant only Desai was going to join us.
“I hope Desai wouldn’t find himself too busy for this,” Piyush told me. “I invited him not because he’s my old friend but because he’s part of it all. He’s the one who recommended Meera's firm to me. I mean very strongly, otherwise, I wouldn't have heeded.”
I nodded.
“You did the right thing, Piyush. Desai is a great guy and a great friend.”
I looked at Meera as I spoke and she was smiling.
Desai arrived soon. He arrived in his usual style, with a stunning burgundy jacket over a white shirt. I was surprised to see the colour of his jacket. So was everyone else.
“So I guess we have a lot in common between us, young lady.” He said to Meera.
“I hope it’s a good thing.” She retorted.
My eyes remained on Desai and Meera, trying to catch a hidden exchange of communication. There was a spark in their eyes indeed, but they both chose to keep it to a minimum. There was a deliberate attempt to hold back emotions from both sides.
I knew it was calm before storm. They were going to show their true selves soon after the dinner, I thought.
We exchanged pleasantries and headed to the reserved table. The restaurant was posh both in its appearance and service. Every inch of the dining hall was a work of art and looked like I had seen them in a recent movie about royals.
At the dining table, I sat at Piyush’s left and Meera sat at my left, allowing Desai to sit next to her. But as soon as the dinner proceeded I found that Piyush was sitting opposite Meera and thus making more of his eyes directed at her. On more than one occasion I wondered if it was convenience or that he was too attracted to her. It was something I remembered he never used to do in the past during our previous meetings. He used to be careful about being seen as too impressed by her beauty.
I then thought he was seeing Meera dressed up for dinner for the first time.
 
The food was unique in taste and delicious as it can be. We all chose red wine as our choice of drink. Meera mentioned that she had heard about it recently and desired to have dinner there.
“Thank you for turning my small wish into a reality before I could ask my husband even once.” She added.
“I am delighted to know that I can beat your husband in something.” Piyush said and then added, “you know I always find myself competing for attention whenever a beautiful woman is among the group.”
We all laughed.
As the dinner progressed, Piyush took charge of the conversation. He was good at telling funny stories, sometimes real and otherwise cucked up ones. All others were left with no option other than to laugh our hearts out.
At one moment, Piyush expressed his surprise when he heard Meera addressing Desai as Susheel.
“I’ve never heard anyone use his first name, no matter how close.” He said.
“I like his name. And it makes him a lot gentle to think about.” Meera said.
“Gentle?” Piyush threw a glance at Desai and then looked back at her. “You probably don’t know about him. He’s a monster.”
Meera turned to Desai.
“Are you a monster, Susheel?”
The way Desai looked at my wife before replying made me think he would grab her and kiss her right away. Luckily he was cool.
“I have no idea what my friend is talking about. I am a simple guy who’s barely making both ends meet.”
I felt his reply had Meera's eyes lingering on him for longer than necessary. I felt becoming jealous, no matter how much I was ready for it.
“Such a simple man!” Piyush shook his head. He went on to share a story about how Desai's penchant for keeping him physically fit had an impact on his life.
“I admire how my friend keeps himself physically fit. Everyone wants to do the same but not many can succeed. My wife is also a fitness freak who spends all her free time on YouTube and Instagram watching stuff about working out. But those same apps never give her time to apply those tips in life. Therefore she's got a body that makes people say I and my wife are made for each other.
One day though, she came across a fitness watch that could track our physical activities through our mobile phones. It makes us think that our heartbeats are just like stocks on Nifty that go up and down and we wonder how. So my wife gifted me one. She didn’t gift herself because she didn't have the time. She had taken up a program to learn Zumba dance by watching videos.
My wife told me that just wearing the watch wouldn’t help weight loss. So I joined a gym that she recommended after a lot of research. I went there wearing the watch. The gym was very good... with good instructors and even wonderful members of the opposite sex. But there was one problem though. There was an evening snacks vendor outside the Gym building which I could see from where I jog on the treadmill. I don't know if there's a trick like resisting your cravings once you set your eyes on something so delicious in your mind. So one day I didn't find myself in the gym but at the snacks shop. But when I went home my lovely wife said she found out that I didn't jog. Holly shit. I realised that one should never trust technology these days; you have no idea when they backstab you. This so-called watch was synced with my wife's phone all the time. She could even upload the data to an app on her phone and see if I was improving or not. But I am a talkative person who always talks. I shared my worries with a new friend at the gym. The guys had a heart of gold. He asked me to give the watch to him. So he started wearing it and jogging on the treadmill from next day while I had my best time in the snacks shop. My wife was happy, her app was equally happy.”
“Are you still wearing it?” Meera asked, smiling.
“No. My wife took it back.”
“Why? Did she find out you were cheating on her?”
Desai asked, making us laugh again.
“That's another story. Once I had to spend a whole week in Mumbai. And I was staying with my friend. He’s like ten years younger than me. And he becomes even younger during night time. He took me to a pub at the night. I am not the pub type guy, to be honest, but there was something in the drink I guess, I was dancing and jumping with him. It went on like that for a few nights. Incidentally, I was wearing the watch because my wife had told me not to stop working out even when I'm on tours. And the application she had uploaded my data started delivering returns, issuing her warnings, that I am on the way to being one of the fittest on earth. So many calories are burned every night. She was worried that I was working out even at the midnight.
But the application said it's good for my health.
When I returned home she was eager to see me. But what does seven days of booze does to you? They make your tummy grow at a rate you wish your recently-bought IPO did. My wife was so angry, not at me, but the watch. She threw it away and gave them a one-star rating on the app store and wrote a comment that she's mad that there's no option to give a zero-star rating!”
With his nonstop stories, the dinner went longer than we thought. It was well past eleven when it ended.
As we parted I hugged Piyush and thanked him for the wonderful party.
“The food and the ambience is one thing. But your stories are what made this night truly wonderful.”
Desai too hugged him tightly.
“See you soon, buddy.”
When it was Meera's turn she forwarded her hand to him.
“No hug? Seriously?”
Before Meera could reply, Desai reacted. “Don’t hug him, Meera. He will bite you.”
Meera patted Desai's forearm and then moved forward to hug Piyush. He looked at me while hugging her.
“I hope Krish doesn’t mind. It feels so good.”
I laughed. Desai was also laughing.
Looking at him watching Meera in the arms of his friend I wondered if it would awaken old demons in him which had once made him share Ananya with another friend of his. I stood there faking a smile while thinking about Desai and Piyush taking Meera to her bed together. It was a nasty thought I didn’t enjoy.
 
Piyush had booked a cab to go back to the hotel suite he was staying in. He asked about Desai.
“He’s coming with us,” I said. “My house was bought from him. So I thought why not allow him to relive his old memories?”
Meera gave me a surprised look. I was sure she knew Desai was going to be at our place but she didn’t expect me to make that decision myself.
 
Piyush proceeded to say goodbye one more time before disappearing into the rear seat of his cab.
We stayed watching the car disappear from our eyes.
“So, what’s next?” Desai asked. He was looking at Meera.
“My husband will say.” Meera grabbed my hand, like a loving wife. “And I will do what he says.”
“For the whole night?” Desai teased her.
Meera smiled, “For the whole night.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday. You don't have to leave early, do you?”
“That's right.”
“So the whole night and the morning too. Wonderful. But only if Krish wishes so.”
They were talking like I was not even present there.
Eventually, I decided to interrupt them.
“Come home, buddy. And screw my wife for the whole night and the morning too.” I said brazenly. “But please don't make her cry like last time.”
“How do you know I made her cry last time?” Desai asked innocently.
I loved that Desai was careful not to fall prey to my tongue slip.
“Meera said our neighbours had heard my voice that night, Desai.”
Desai was alert and asked if they had found out. Meera laughed, “They thought it was Krish. They were so jealous.”
“Oh, that's nice,” Desai said. “But I suggest Meera be careful because once the word is out, every woman in the neighbourhood will be thinking of Krish. And the desperate ones would be trying to befriend him.”
I laughed, “It’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“They can have dreams,” Meera said. “But I'll kill them if they try to make their dreams real.”
I was stunned by the seriousness when she said that. We had teased each other about it already, but it seemed she didn’t want to feed me with such an idea when she was with Desai.
 
We headed home soon. Desai opened my car’s rear door for Meera and I thought he was going to sit with her. But as soon as she sat in, he closed the door and opened the front seat. I had already taken the driver’s seat.
“I thought you’d sit with her,” I commented as I started the car. It had started to rain slowly.
Desai sat inside and had a look at Meera before replying.
“I would love to do that, but I am afraid I’d end up making out in the car.”
“Only if I agree.”
Meera said.
“I thought you’d like it, Meera,” I said and went on to talk about trying out her fantasy of making out in the car unsuccessfully.
“We were shit scared. Otherwise…” I paused.
“It’s a fantasy too risky to pull out. I’d be shit scared too,” Desai remarked. “But would like to surely sit with Meera.”
Desai touched my arm to convey his wish to consider his wish. I turned my head and looked at Meera.
“No funny business,” She warned. She knew I would do that exactly.
I stopped the car. Desai quickly shifted to the back seat, hurrying to save himself from getting drenched in the rain that was beginning to gain momentum. But unlike my expectation, he was just content by just sitting with Meera.
“Meera, you don't know how much I had to resist myself in front of Piyush. I even thought of pulling you to me when I found you alone for a few seconds near the wash area.” I heard him saying.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“So you missed me!” Meera giggled.
“You have no idea.”
“But you knew I was going to be yours this night, after dinner, didn’t you?”
Meera's brazen statement made me wonder if she was trying to entertain me. I was thoroughly enjoying their banter.
I kept watching them through the rearview mirror. But Meera saw me.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Krish. Drive safe. We’re not doing anything here.”
She moved a few inches away from Desai. “Don’t distract him, Susheel.” She said.
“Not him, it’s you who are getting distracted.” Desai said.” You are shy, despite knowing that he loves it and there’s nothing to hide from him.”
“Yeah, I am shy. There is nothing wrong in that, right?”
“When this shyness is gone, one day, we’ll do it in front of him. He would love to watch.”
I was stunned. He had spoken about something that I would have loved to beg them to do for me. Even if I would never admit it to them.
I was eagerly waiting for Meera's response.
“No. That’s not happening. “
Meera said.
“Please. It’s a request. From me and Krish. Right, bro?”
Desai patted my shoulder.
“What?”
I asked as though I wasn’t paying attention.
“You want to watch it, don’t you?”
Did I just say I would never admit it on their face?
“Yeah, I would love to watch it.”
“I know he’d be. But no,” Meera said again.
“Then I want to watch it. Is that okay?” Desai asked. Both I and Meera looked at him in surprise.
“What do you want to watch?” Meera asked.
“You and Krish, and what you do every night behind my back.”
Desai said with a naughty smile.
“Every night.” Meera giggled. “And behind your back?”
Desai looked at her, amazed.
“Why?”
“You think we do have sex every night.”
“Yeah, don’t you?”
“We don’t do make out. He doesn’t like it.” Meera said. “Now don’t tell me you also want to become like him and be a bystander.”
I didn’t like what she was talking about. But there was no way I could protest. I sat silently, though curious about Desai's reaction.
“You know me. I won’t be a bystander. I was just curious to see what it is like.”
Desai said.
I thought he didn’t remark on me, but his next words proved my thought wrong.
“It’s surprising to know that, by the way. Why don’t you like it, Krish?”
“Because he thinks doing something else is more rewarding,” Meera answered before I could speak. “And of course, it takes much less effort. Why do you think I am always ready for you?”
“Not because you love me doing it?”
“Are you hurt, baby?”
She caressed his face. I saw it through the mirror.
“Today you’re gonna admit you love me doing it.”
“I would love to admit it. Make me.”
“Krish, I was wondering if she’s on the safe days of the month.”
“I am safe,” Meera said quickly. As if she didn’t want to leave that to me.
“Wow,” Desai said.
Desai's phone rang. It was Piyush.
Desai attended the call and asked me to stop the car.
“Piyush’s car got into an accident, Krish. Turn the car.”
There was panic in his voice.
“Oh shit! Turn the car, Krish.” Meera's voice was also filled with shock and panic.
There was a twist to the night, for sure.
I did a U-turn and we rushed to the site of the accident.
Seeing Piyush’s cab my heart nearly stopped in shock. The car was lying upside down, on the side of the road.
“Holly shit!” Desai yelled. “He said he’s okay, but this is… fuck!”
I stopped the car and we all got out. It was raining heavily. It was Meera who spotted Piyush. He was sitting on a broken railing, under a small shade to save him from rain.
However, much to our relief, he was alright.
The car had hit on the divider as the driver failed to see it in the rain. There was a rag lying on the divider, blocking the reflective paint on it. Piyush said the car had taken a few curls in the air before landing at the present spot.
“Luckily, the seatbelt was on and the airbags worked.” He said. The driver was also safe.
We were still worried about Piyush’s health. There was a hospital nearby; we took him there. We wanted to take the driver too, but he refused, saying he was fine.
By the time we got inside my car, all of us were getting drenched in rain. But it was hardly a point to worry.
The doctor at the hospital checked Piyush and confirmed that he was alright. Desai wanted to go for an x-ray but the doctor said it was not necessary.
“Let’s go, Desai,” Piyush said. “We should be hurrying home. Look at Meera and Krish.”
I looked at Meera and her dress was almost sticking to her body, leaving very less to the imagination. She smiled at Piyush and said she was okay.
 
We decided to leave the hospital and head home. Piyush was about to book another cab when Desai asked me if it was needed. It was close to midnight already.
“No, you don’t have to book a cab, Piyush. Our house is hardly a ten-minute drive from here. Come with us,” I told Piyush.
Piyush refused at first, saying we were worrying too much.
Desai suggested that it’s important that he stayed with us in case anything unusual is felt later in the night.
 “You are making me nervous,” Piyush laughed. “But I’m just happy that you are with me.”
Piyush finally agreed to come and stay overnight with us. As everyone sat in the car, I offered a towel to Piyush. But he handed it to Meera. “You need it the most, Meera.” She was sitting with him in the back seat.
Meera thanked him and used the towel to wipe herself dry before handing it back.
I wondered if Piyush wasn’t getting her body scent while wiping his face with the same cloth that Meera had used to wipe her face and neck. I could not see Piyush’s face anyway.
I looked at Desai. His face was calm. I felt he must be disappointed about the anti-climax of the night. It was now pretty obvious that Piyush’s presence in my house wouldn’t let him have his way with Meera. As we approached our residential complex, I too felt a sense of disappointment.
 
The rain had ended by then. And it looked like the rain had stopped all its business for the night. The whole world looked still and completely silent.
 
At home, Meera quickly played the perfect host by providing my clothes to Piyush and Desai. I too changed my clothes quickly. Meera sought my help to prepare the bed for Piyush in the third room. When we were done making the bed, we returned to the hall where Piyush and Desai were sitting and chatting.
“Guys, the night is over. Everyone go to their rooms, please.” Meera announced.
Desai was the first one to get up and say good night to Piyush. I and Meera switched off the light in the hall and returned to our room after wishing Piyush goodnight.
Meera took her sweet little time in the bathroom to get ready to sleep. I waited for her in bed. It was a night she was supposed to have great sex from Desai but she was forced to sleep with me.
There was a sense of sweetness in this anti-climax. I was surely going to enjoy the night.
“It’s going to be a rare night,” I commented when she came out of the bathroom, wearing a white tank top and long orange skirt. “because it is the first time you are sleeping with me while Desai is also here. He’s gonna be disappointed.”
“No, Krish. He told me he would come.” Meera said.
I was taken aback.
“What? When?”
Meera sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. They were dry now.
“He’s going to come here, any time from now.”
“And me?”
“You can go to the other room.” She said and looked at me. “You are ready for it, aren’t you?”
I was left in a state of shock. Meera went on, “he suggested that I go to his room. But I fear the room is next to the other one; I don’t want Piyush to hear any noise.”
I was convinced. Not about what Meera was telling. But I was convinced that the night didn’t end in anti-climax for Desai and Meera. They were going to have it anyway.
Meera's phone buzzed. It was a message from Desai, asking if he could come.
Meera looked at me.
“Okay,” I said. “Enjoy,” I said and got up. I got up from my bed and walked towards the door.
“You too, baby.” I heard Meera's voice behind me.
But I wasn’t sad for letting it happen. There were holes in the door of that room too. I was sure I would be listening to their lovemaking sounds, live.
Desai was waiting in the hall, in the darkness.
“Go and have fun, boss.” I blurted in the darkness as I walked past him. I would soon hear the door of my bedroom closing behind me.
It was one of the weirdest things I had done in my life. But my heart was throbbing for it to happen.
 
In the room, I did not switch on the light. I sat in my bed and waited. The whole night had become silent and I was glad that I hadn’t drilled holes in the third room’s door. I didn’t want Piyush to hear any noise, especially of me wanking in the hall.
My dick was already throbbing for attention. But I didn’t touch it. I was going to touch it when I hear Meera crying with the pleasure of having her pussy invaded by Desai's monster dick. But I was sure he would take his time to get to that part. He’s gonna stuff her throat with it first, I thought.
 
After waiting for some time, I finally decided to get out of the room. But just as I began to open my door, I heard a small knock from the outside.
For once I wondered if Meera had come back.
I opened it, without caring to switch on the light.
Maybe it’s for condoms, again.
But I was taken aback to find a shadow standing in the darkness outside and realised that it was Piyush.
“Hey, our friend is having his sweet romantic night.”
Piyush said in a low voice.
“What?”
I asked, my voice equally low.
“Krish?”
He was staring at me.
“Are you here? I'm sorry, I thought you were sleeping in that room. But wait, where's Meera?” His voice started a bit louder but quickly reverted to low again.
“She... She's....” I stammered. “She's in the bathroom.”
“Then who's in there, with Desai?”
I knew I was caught. But I still tried my best to pretend that I had no idea.
“What are you saying?”
“Oh shit! Have you been sleeping when I knocked on the door?”
“No. I mean, yeah. Maybe. What happened?”
“Oh no. I'm sorry. You should come with me, Krish. Just come.”
He led me to the hall, and I didn't want to follow him. But my legs moved and he took me near the door of my master bedroom.
“Stop here. And listen. He whispered.”
I stopped and listened.
“Aaah... Aaahhh... Aaahhh...”
It was Meera's moans coming from that room. Her voice was a sedative mix of crying with pain and moaning with pleasure. Desai was fucking her. With the whole world outside having found its perfect moment of silence, Meera's moans felt like echoing in the hall.
“Aaahh… aaahh…aaaah…”
With her cries, I also heard the sound of Desai pounding hard. I was getting to hear it finally, clearly and live, but at the wrong time.
“I'm sorry buddy. She's cheating on you. We must stop this.”
Piyush spoke in a whispery voice and moved forward. I grabbed his hand quickly.
“No, Piyush. No.”
“What?”
Piyush looked at me. I felt good that we were standing in the darkness.
“No,” I whispered.
“Why? Don't you want to stop them? It's not too late, Krish. You can't let her do this to you. And Desai, bastard!”
He started moving again and feared he was going to bang on the door.
I grabbed him strongly.
“Piyush, no. Listen to me please.”
“Why?”
He looked at me.
“Because I'm aware of it.”
I blurted.
“What? What are you aware of?”
“About this. I mean... She... She has my consent. I'm sorry.”
Piyush didn't say anything for a moment. He just stared at me, trying to understand me. I wanted to evaporate into thin air. I knew he was not able to see my face clearly but I wanted to vanish.
“You sent her to sleep with Desai?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Because he's rich? Because he's your boss?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Because I like it.“
 
 
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[krish_999]

Most of the readers are pissed. I am sorry I made many readers leave the story. But I hope they will return. Because the story is here only, waiting for them.

I am not pissed about the negative comments. I am rather pissed about not getting enough time to complete my writing. If things go right, tomorrow I will post the next update.

Thank you.

[krish_999]

Chapter 35

 

"A few years ago there was a time when we were having some issues in our married life. We were living in separation. That was when Meera met Desai for the first time and they had a....you know, a one-night stand. I too had my share of intimacy with someone else before we managed to pull it back. When we became together, our bond was stronger than ever. We shared everything – even our experience of having sex with others. Later when I became friends with Desai, we used to talk about it more often. And somehow it happened, Piyush. Somehow it excited me. So a few months back, after having dinner with us Desai stayed here and I let him repeat the experience with Meera. I know it's not the right thing but it only thrilled me. I did not feel bad. I love my Meera and she loves me more than ever."

I was trying to sound normal as I explained.
Piyush and I had returned to my room. The light was on and he could see my face. I had decided to face him without showing even a bit of the humiliation I was feeling inside.
He nodded.
"It is strange for sure, Krish. You and Meera were the perfect couple in my eyes."
"We still are, Piyush."
I said quickly.
"You have redefined the definition of that. How long has this been going on? I mean how many times has he..."
"It's the third... no, fourth time."
He fell silent for a few seconds and then got up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to steal your fun moments. You must be having a good time, especially hearing Meera's voice like that. I should go to sleep now."
I got up too.
"Piyush, I'm not disturbed by what you did. Your action proves that your friendship is real. I hope this is something we can keep between us."
Piyush nodded at me and slowly walked out of my room.
 
I closed the door and sat still on my bed. 
"What has just happened?" I said to myself.
A man had learned my innate secret. 
I could only rue myself for letting it happen. I should have stopped Meera. I thought.
 
I didn't dare to go to Meera's room and endure the sound of her having it. But her moans were still afresh in my head. I could even make out the sound of Desai fucking her hard from my memory. It was something I never thought I would be getting to listen to when I drilled those holes. He was fucking her so hard!
Lucky bastard. I thought.
My night was ruined and he was still having it.
 
I decided to try to sleep even though I knew it would be tough.
I noticed Desai's jacket on the dressing table. He had left it in the room, possibly when he hurried to join Meera in the other room. I took the jacket and kept it aside. I felt the weight of his purse in its pocket. Out of curiosity, I checked his purse. I was shocked to see Meera's photo in it!
It was an absolute shocker to me.
In the photo, Meera was wearing the bridal saree. The photo had Meera's smiling face and I quickly realised that it was taken during his good time with her on his birthday night.
What makes a person keep a photo of a woman in his purse? 
It was a clear sign of his affection towards her becoming dangerously intense and I was alarmed. 
He loves her!
 
I sat down on the bed and kept staring at the smiling face of my wife. Why would Desai keep it in his purse? What is in his mind? Is he secretly making a plan to take her away from me? I have heard him making jokes about marrying her. Was he serious in his mind? Is it no more about the momentary kinky pleasure of having sex with another man's beautiful wife?
My mind was getting filled with questions, every one of them adding to my growing insecurity. And the realization that Meera was still in bed with him and he would be trying his best to make her fall in love with him with intimate pleasure was enough to turn my night into a nightmare. Meera's moans of pleasure echoed in my mind and I didn't love it anymore.
It was no more about sex. It was about feelings. Every moment Desai was allowed to express his feelings to Meera was dangerous.
What if she has the same feelings for him too?
I didn't want to face that question.
I wanted to run to the other room and kick the door open. I wanted to confront Desai.
But I could not even gather enough strength to stand on my feet. It was a long night.
 
 
When I woke up in the morning, Meera was busy in the kitchen. Piyush and Desai were sitting in the hall, having woken up a few minutes ago. They were watching the morning news on TV.
"Good morning, Krish."
Desai welcomed me. I looked at him like an intruder and had to force a smile.
"Hi. Morning."
Piyush too greeted me. The lack of a smile on his face made me nervous. I wondered if he had confronted Desai already. But Desai's cheerful behaviour was telling me otherwise.
Meera walked into the hall with coffee cups on a tray. As she served coffee to us I observed her closely. She looked happy. As she gave me the cup and stood next to me cracking a quick chat with Piyush asking if he had slept well, I noticed a sense of dignity in her behaviour. She looked like a perfect wife who knew how to make a polite conversation with a guest on behalf of her husband. She was asking about his well-being without sounding like getting too personal. Piyush was responding with a smiling face now but I could see he was also just observing her. Perhaps he was thinking about how this perfect housewife was making those crazy sounds like a whore while letting another man fuck her hard in her marital bed.
Such a whore! He would have thought.
I was struggling to keep my head straight, with the weight of shame inside me increasing with each moment. At the same time, the urge to confront Desai about keeping my wife's photo in his purse was growing inside my head.
 
The worst was yet to come. It was when Meera turned her attention to Desai and started asking about his experience of spending a night in his old house after a long time.
Desai had a fake reply ready.
"Thanks for letting me sleep in my old room, Meera. I used to sleep in there when I lived here, and there was a bit of a nostalgic factor in doing it again. But I fell asleep the moment I hit the bed. It was so comfortable."
"Even I had fallen asleep so quickly," Meera said. "I think it was the rain. We all were drenched when we were in the hospital, right? I was worried if anyone would catch the fever."
I could not help but steal glances at Piyush when Meera spoke about 'falling asleep quickly' and 'worried if anyone would catch the fever' because I knew he would be thinking how fake her words were.
Because we knew Meera hadn't fallen asleep so quickly. She instead had spent the early hours of the night with another man, with her legs spread wide. And worrying if anyone would catch the fever was obviously the last thing to have come to her mind while moaning with the pleasure of having her married pussy getting overwhelmed with intense fucking.
Meera's pleasure moans came back to my mind. I was sure Piyush too was thinking the same.
 
Later while having breakfast together, I caught Piyush looking at Meera from close. I felt he was looking for signs of sex. Signs of betrayal. Signs of infidelity. Signs of fake innocence.
Piyush's eyes met with mine too, many times, and I felt we were thinking about the only thing we could think about. I was embarrassed to a new level of lowliness. Meera sitting opposite Desai and continuing to innocently chat with him and Piyush only made it difficult for me.
The only thing I could do was just hope for the guests to leave as early as they could.
 
After breakfast, Desai went to his room and Meera was busy in the kitchen. Piyush found an opportunity to talk to me alone.
"I know you are nervous, Krish. So am I, unable to shake off the shock. But don't worry, my friend. I will not speak to Desai about it." He spoke in a low voice. "I mean, he will never know that I know your secret. And Meera too. I will not be a person to kill your fun whatever it is. Whatever I've witnessed last night, let's bury it in the past itself."
I let out a sigh of relief. Piyush went on.
"You know, even though it came as an absolute shocker, there were signs making me doubt that something was going on; starting from Meera addressing Desai by his first name. And then at the accident spot when you arrived she was sitting with Desai in the back seat. I asked Desai about it later, and he said he panicked when I called him to tell him about the accident, and he just got inside the car without realising where he sat. He was lying. Because when I phoned him I had heard him asking you to stop the car. It means the car was moving and he was already in the back seat with Meera. Why would you drive a car leaving your wife and your friend together in the back seat? And at the hospital when Meera's clothes were wet and hugging her body, Desai looked like a lover boy. I thought he was too attracted to her. It's alright because anyone could be attracted to her for her beauty. Even I was attracted to her during the dinner, in a positive way, if you have noticed. Anyway, I wouldn't have noticed something unusual between Desai and Meera if she was indifferent to his gazes. She was equally enjoying the attention she was receiving from him. That's why when I realised what was happening in that room, it came to me that she was cheating on you. But... You nearly killed me with your honesty. I must say you got the guts."
I was looking down for most of his talk and looked up only at the end.
"How long has this been happening, Krish?" He asked.
"Uhhh... not too long," I said quickly and then felt I should not sound like still hiding something. "Last night was only a fourth time in six months," I added.
"It'll take time to get rid of this shocker," Piyush nodded, trying to force a smile. "You too, please don't tell Meera that I know. I don't want her to look at me and feel bad about herself. I would love to keep my friendship with the socially wonderful person that she is."
"Sure," I said. "Thank you, Piyush." I grabbed his hand as a gesture of gratefulness while thanking him many more times in my mind.
 
Piyush soon started getting phone calls from the security officer station and the insurance company. His statements were needed for both agencies to proceed with the accident case. Piyush booked a cab and got dressed to leave.
Meera wanted him to come back for lunch after finishing his commitments.
"One of you will have to stay for lunch. I'm preparing a special menu." She said.
I was getting tired of her hospitality.
"Don't worry, Meera. I will stay for lunch." Desai said.
"That's good. Meera, you can proceed with the special menu. I'm sure Desai will enjoy it."
Piyush said and smiled at me. I could only force a half-smile.
Piyush left soon.
 
I followed Meera to the Kitchen, leaving Desai in the hall.
"Meera, I want to talk to you about something," I said and Meera was smiling abundantly.
"About last night?"
She was beginning to tease me.
Enough!
I said in my mind and stared at her for a moment. Meera stopped smiling.
"What happened, Krish?"
"Last night when I went to sleep, Desai's jacket was there. In his pocket, I found his purse. Out of curiosity, I opened it and you know what I found in it? Your photo!"
"My photo?" Meera stared at me.
"Yes, your photo. Remember, he took a couple of snaps with your the other night before you slept with him on his birthday? One of those photos. He has taken a printout - a small one to fit into his purse - with just your face. What do you think he's doing? What kinda person does keep another person's photo in his purse?"
Meera was still staring at me. And then she moved.
"I have to see it."
Before she could walk away, I grabbed her hand.
"No, wait," I said. "Are you going to ask him straightaway?"
"Yes. This is not something he can do. I need to confront him. He's not my lover, Krish. "
Her voice was getting loud and I had to put a finger across my lips.
"Ssshhh..." I pulled her closer and put my arms around her. "Wait for a second, baby," I said.
"This is serious, Krish. Can't you see it?"
"Yeah, I know, baby. But just listen for one second. If you straightaway ask him about the photo I'll have to admit to having checked his purse without his permission. It's not nice to look like I was spying on him."
Meera stared at me again.
"Bullshit!"
She pushed me and moved away.
"Stop playing the innocent husband, Krish. At least not in front of him. He was fucking your wife in your bed for the whole night and you are still thinking about your dignity? He needs to be confronted!"
I was stunned and Meera stormed out of the kitchen.
 
Meera went to the room and came out with Desai's purse in her hand by the time I reached the hall. Desai was sitting in the hall.
"What is this, Susheel?"
Meera held the purse unfolded in front of his face to make him see the photo.
I saw Desai's face whitening. He forwarded his hand for the purse but Meera gave it to him only after pulling out the photo from it.
"You are keeping my photo in your purse. What does it mean?"
Desai looked at me and I didn't know how to respond.
"Meera..." Desai started talking only to be interrupted by Meera.
"What we were doing in there, in that room," Meera pointed her finger toward the bedroom, her eyes fixed on him, "that's just sex. My husband and I wanted fun. It's just that and you had agreed. Didn't you?"
"Yes, it was just sex."
Desai said.
"Then what is this? What...What kinda person does keep a woman's photo in his purse?"
"Meera, I can explain this. You are overreacting."
"Talk to my husband, then. Tell him that I am overreacting."
Meera said and crossed her arms.
Desai took a deep breath and looked at me.
"Krish, please sit down. I want to assure you there's nothing for you to worry about."
I sat down on the couch on his right side.
"Are you in love with my wife, Desai?"
I asked, making my voice as stiff as I could.
Desai waited a moment and then replied.
"Yes. I love Meera."
I was stunned.
"But not the way you think." Desai went on. "I don't expect her to love me. It's purely one-sided."
"Bullshit," Meera said. "Susheel, you always said you respected us as a couple, a lovely couple. You always said you want us to be happy. It was just about sex. What do we call it- friends with benefits? Fuck benefits but we are just friends. There's an unspoken agreement between us. I mean between us three. I and Krish are the couples. Not you and I..." Meera was panting already. "Oh my god!" She sighed and sat down next to me on the couch. "Krish, I am sorry. We shouldn't have stretched it this far." Her eyes were red.
I put my arms over her. I felt her reaction was outrageous but I was beginning to feel a sense of satisfaction. The thought that Desai had fallen in love with her for life had shaken her conscience in a big way, and in a way that was utterly satisfying to me.
"Meera, you have to listen to my side first," Desai said.
"I love you but it in no way means I want to take you away from Krish. You are the person who changed me. Look at me and remember who I was two years ago. Even Krish would have forgotten how I was. There was a moment when I called you a name and tried to hurt his ego, just because I was frustrated. But then you showed me the way. You changed me from being an arrogant prick to being a man who can hold together a family and the people around him. You should see how my parents welcome me when I wake up. Do you know why I am not coming back to Pune? Do you think I don't want to? No. It's because I want to live with my parents for the rest of my life. If I became a son whom my parents are proud of not for the money I make but for the person I am, that's just because of you. I have given credit to you both but we all know, it's you who have been the real force for everything. What kinda feeling do you think I will have for you? It's called love. I love you."
"You should have told me, moron. I should have stayed away from you."
"Come on, Meera. I have no intent to confess my love to you. I know you love Krish. You have a life, and you are going to have kids with him. My love for you - I'll call it love and respect for who you are - is one-sided."
"You have no intent to confess your love to me? Then what were you telling me while making love to me last night?"
I was stunned.
Desai was staring at her.
"What?"
"Don't you remember telling me you love me? You were looking in my eyes when it was over and you said how you love me, didn't you?"
"Oh, come on. You had let me come inside you. And I was talking about how great it felt. I loved the moment, looking into your eyes I felt so great. So I went with the feeling and said I love you. But you too told me you love me. What about that?"
That was a big piece of information. I was losing my ability to breathe normally.
"I...I was at the peak of it, Susheel." Meera's voice had suddenly become weak. "I don't even remember why I said that. But I had nothing in my mind. There was nothing in my mind. It was just a crazy moment I..."
She pressed her palms onto her face and breathed forcefully. "Oh god."
She turned toward me and grabbed my hands.
"Krish, I am sorry. You don't deserve to hear all this. I never wanted to give you all the details of what I do with him. Because I fear you'd be hurt. I don't love him. I love you, and only you baby. But at the peak of it, I often lose my...my control... I mean when he takes me there... and then he says he loves this and that, I..." tears started rolling down her cheeks. I quickly wiped it with my fingers. Meera went on, "I have responded to him many times with the same language...But I didn't mean it I swear. I admit that I loved telling him that I love him when he takes me there. You know how I behave when I become intense, don't you? But with him, it's just words. I never meant anything." Meera turned to Desai suddenly and wiped her tears. "But you! You did mean a lot, didn't you? You loved me and pretended there was nothing but sex. Were you waiting for me to fall for you?"
Desai got up from his seat and knelt in front of Meera. I watched in disbelief as he kept his hands on her thighs and spoke.
"Forgive me, Meera. I do understand that were saying those words out of excitement that's purely limited to the moment we were living. And my words were also the same. I had no intention to confess my love to you. Because we know what we are doing, right? I have been impressed by you - and that impression hasn't been limited to sex. I have had sex with many women in the past. I have never felt anything for them beyond sex. But with you it's different. After leaving this city I've tried to go on dates with other women. It's not that I've been chasing them; I'd rather say there have been opportunities. But the impact you had in my mind is never stopping. I realised that I can't look at the women like I used to. I don't feel the itch. I'm rather happy with the limited memories I have of you. And it was good. I am content with that. You know when I am coming back to see you, every time, I don't look forward to having sex. Sex is great but it's more than that. I can be happy by just being with you in a societal way. But I knew meeting you more often would lead to something else. So I started looking at your photos on my phone. I didn't even call you unnecessarily, even though I wanted to. It was just while looking at your photos on my phone once I felt why not take a printout. I have a photo of you - a larger size - one in my room. Taken from the printer in my office. The print was taken for fun but I then could not destroy it. So I got it framed and took it home. The next day when I thought of you, I took another photo. This time I took a much smaller one -  the one in your hand."
Meera looked at the tiny photo in her hand. Desai smiled at the photo. "I could not destroy it either."
"You are such a home-wrecker, Susheel."
Meera said and tore the photo into pieces.
"I'm afraid of you," She said.
"You are not going to forgive me for this?"
"This is not about forgiving, Susheel. This is about being honest with yourself. If you had feelings for me like this, then you should not have come back. You should not have told me those words. You should throw my photos and find a new woman for you."
"Meera, I have always maintained that I will walk away the moment either of you tells me to walk away. Krish will be remembering that."
Desai was right. I was already shaking my head. He had told me I had the power to stop him.
"Then I am telling you to walk away. Please go, and don't come back. I am not looking forward to finding new love."
Meera said sternly.
Desai was left to stare at her. Meera too did not blink as she kept her eyes locked on him.
Desai nodded slowly and then hang his head down to touch his forehead on her knees. Meera looked at me and I put my arm over her. She leaned toward me and I kissed her. She kissed me back. It lasted for a few seconds only but it was warmer than anything I had done with her for many days before that.
When we broke the kiss, Desai was looking up.
He smiled at me.
"Krish, I knew this day would come. I had only one wish; the goodbye shouldn't be on a sour note. I hope it isn't."
I forced a smile.
"Not yet."
Desai took her right hand from mine and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her palm and smiled at her.
"I will miss you."
Meera didn't say a word as Desai got up and went to the room.
 
 
Meera sat on the couch with me for a few minutes and then went to the room. Desai came out dressed to leave. I accompanied him to the parking lot.
A cab was waiting for him already.
"I'm sorry for the pain and confusion you had to bear, Krish. The photo..." He smiled a little. "It was a small piece of secret I thought I could keep to myself."
"It's not about the photo, Desai," I said. "For me, it's the fear of crossing the limit. I don't want to lose my Meera. You can call me insecure if you want. But I am also a husband who has willingly allowed her to sleep with you. I know such an act would be the end of any sane relationship. But for me and Meera love has another definition. It's not bound by sex. The level of intimacy between us is much stronger than having sex. We allowed you to be part of that intimacy. But we didn't mean to allow you to stand between us. I know you wouldn't concede this argument, but we are scared. Sorry. And I'm sorry I ended up seeing that photo in your purse. I didn't mean to spy on you."
"It's okay. You have the right to do that anyway." 
Desai said and hugged me before getting inside the cab.
I watched as the cab vanished in front of my eyes but I couldn't believe what had just happened.
Desai was gone!
I stood there in the parking lot for some time to let that feeling sink in.
 
I remembered an assurance Desai had given me long ago.
"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.”
 
Desai had kept his promise. Even though the level of believability was uncertain to an extent. Because he had agreed to walk away from the very woman of his heart, a woman he had made love with for the whole night a few hours ago.
Was that possible? Was it so easy to forget everything and move on?
 
When I reached my flat I felt a sense of emptiness taking over my heart. The house was in silence. Meera was silent.
She was lying in the bed with her face down.
I sat next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Meera..."
She turned her face to look at me.
"He's gone," I said.
"Do you think I love him?"
She asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you are mine. There's space only for one man in your heart. That's me."
Meera sat up on the bed and put her arms around me. I hugged her tight.
"Thank you, Krish."
She whispered.
I held her face and looked into her eyes.
"You are welcome." I smiled and kissed her.
She kissed me back. And it took a second to become a full-blown kiss with our tongues dancing together.
"Make love to me, Krish. Reclaim what's yours."
I heard her say. She was already panting. I felt like current passing through my body and I pushed her back on the bed. My mouth plunged into her neck and I licked around her neck with my mouth open.
"Give me back, what is mine," I gasped.
Meera grabbed the bottom edge of her top and removed it quickly. I went down again and licked all around her chest. Her bra was soon displaced and I saw a mark next to her right nipple. A love bite. A reminder of another man's possession of her body.
She saw me looking at it.
"Make your mark too, right next to it." She whispered.
I loved the way she said that. My teeth pressed hard on her soft skin and Meera let out a scream. 
"Aaahh..."
I loved the way she cried. I grabbed her left breast and bite on it, even harder. This time she was prepared and she was able to suppress her scream.
"Haaah!"
It was just the beginning. I was quick to get rid of my clothes and she was even quicker to grab onto my throbbing dick. It was grown to its maximum length and its head was already shining with pre-cum leaking from the tip. She ran her finger around the tip and looked at me.
"Wanna taste it?" I asked.
She didn't reply. Instead, she sat up and lowered her head down to my lap and began to suck it. I saw movements in her throat as she swallowed all the wetness. I moaned with ecstasy.
Meera's lips were tightening around it. But I wanted more. She too wanted more.
There was a sense of urgency in both of us to please each other. Meera eventually lay on her back and let me shove my dick into her mouth properly. I knelt with my legs at either side of her breast and started fucking her mouth. I struggled to control my desire to choke her with rough fucking. The demons that were hiding in the deepest corner of my mind were threatening to take over my conscience. But the rush of my blood was beyond my grasp. Before I knew it, I shot my load into her mouth. I panicked and pulled out, only to end up spurting the drops all over her face and hair.
"Moron," Meera cried. "You should have warned me."
"I am sorry, baby," I said when my breathing settled down. "I didn't know I was so close. It happened too quickly. The excitement was too much for me to handle."
I wiped the white drops off her face with a cloth. It was all over the place.
"I tried not to cum in your mouth without telling you... that's why I pulled out."
I said.
"I was better off with you cumming in my mouth." Meera smiled. "Nowadays I'm getting used to the taste of it anyway."
I was bemused.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated. The look on her face told me she regretted spilling too much.
"Tell me, it's okay." I insisted.
She smirked.
"Susheel was fond of making me taste it."
I knew it was about Desai. But she had spoken about him too late.
"When did he do it?"
"When..." she looked sideways for fraction of a second before deciding to talk again. "Most of the time. Last night too."
I thought she was lying. Because I had heard him fucking her hard. I had heard her moaning with pleasure. There was no way he was fucking her mouth like that. It was impossible to imagine. But I didn't want to reveal that I had heard it.
"How?" I asked innocently.
"At first we had sex normally. Yesterday was the safest day of my cycle. So I allowed him to cum inside me. He loved it and he expressed it for a bit too long. And soon he was ready for another round. I gave him to head this time. Not just sucking though. I mean he held my face and kept moving it - it's his favourite thing to do while getting a blowjob. A bit softer than how you did it now. And then he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all."
"You didn't hate it?"
"No. Why? I don't dislike the taste."
"Was he the same as mine?"
"The taste would be the same. But the quantity is huge. I don't know what the secret to that is. He's got big balls I suppose. He fills my mouth before I could prepare myself. The other day, I mean after the Janmashtami night, we did it in the morning. And that was too much. It was more than I could handle with the speed of him cumming. It was spilling through the corner of my mouth. It was because of the gap of a few hours before he had cum in the night."
"Bastard. He got it just four times and he fulfilled all his dreams, didn't he? No wonder he was ready to leave so quickly."
"He hasn't fulfilled all his dreams."
"What?"
I was stunned.
"No, don't ask me. I don't want you to go back and invite him again. Tell me about yours..." She looked deep into my eyes. "Has he fulfilled all your dreams?"
"My dreams?" I laughed. "Yes. He has fulfilled all my dreams. What about you?"
"Mmm... my dream is to scream aloud. I wish it lasted a little more. But you moron ended it too quickly."
She wiped her hair and rued.
"We can do it again."
"No. I need to take a shower now. This thing is very sticky. It's a mess."
She got up and walked to the bathroom without bothering about her clothes.
 
It was just the beginning of the day.
We decided to have lunch outside. And at the night we visited a pub and had a couple of drinks, enjoying the live music. I let Meera choose the drink and she chose the drinks that I hadn't even heard of. Her choice of snacks too was not the regular stuff.
I welcomed her choices with the most excitement.
It felt like we were trying to compensate for the sense of loss we had begun to feel after Desai's departure. But we were happy to realise that we were on the right path to enjoying ourselves. We felt like suddenly there were a lot of things we could do to celebrate our life.
While coming back from the bar Meera suggested we leave the car there and hire a cab instead.
"I won't let you drive in a drunken state."
She said.
I wanted to drive my car. I was confident that I could drive it. But I chose to comply with Meera's decision. She valued my health and it was a sign that she cared for me.
As we sat in the back seat of a hired cab while coming back, Meera leaned her head over my shoulder and kept her hand in mine.
"I love you, Krish. I am glad Susheel has left. Because you are the only one who matters to me."
She kept whispering.
 
Back at home, we hit bed straightaway and I quickly undressed her. She sat on the edge of the seat and opened her mouth for me. I pushed my dick into her throat and waited for her to start sucking it. But she brought my hands onto her head and made me hold her.
"Move it, Krish."
She told me looking up into my eyes. With my dick in her mouth, her words were not clear. But it was not something I could not guess. I held her head firmly with my hands and started moving. Meera tightened her lips around my dick as it moved. Watching the skin of my dick become shiny because of her saliva was making me crazy. My thrusts gained force and I fucked deeper enough to reach the back of her throat. But it was amazing to see Meera enduring the entire struggle without any sign of resistance. I even felt like she was too experienced in this game, having her mouth regularly fucked by Desai at every opportunity he had. The thought only added fuel to my adrenaline rush and I closed my eyes during my final moments of fucking her mouth. Then I shot my load with a loud groan, and I filled her mouth with my cum. I thought it was huge. But Meera swallowed it straight away. I would have loved it more if she had shown some bits of struggle. But it was indeed an utterly satisfying experience.
I don't remember how the night ended that night. We were sleeping in each other's arms when I woke up in the morning.
It was a beautiful morning. Our life, all of a sudden had come back to normalcy. We were back to being a normal couple. And we were deeply in love with each other. It was an amazing feeling.
 
Every person gets a chance to clean up their mistakes. But the trick lies in recognising the opportunity at the right time and utilizing it. Those who pull it off can escape from their life’s agony.


Chapter 35 to be continued.

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part 2(Chapter 35 continues.)


Two days later, Meera asked me if I was going to continue working at Vickey Security Services. I was surprised by her question.

"Why do you ask me that? What else would I do?"
I asked.
"Krish, I know I'm going to sound strange, but... I don't like you continue working for Susheel, Krish."
I was stunned. I hadn't thought up that far.
"How? Are you worried about him continuing to be my boss? He's not like a boss to me. I'm working on my own."
I said.
Meera shook her head, "he's still your boss, Krish. I know he always will be. You are the manager of a company he owns."
"No, it's not like that."
We kept arguing without getting into a heated conversation.
 
No matter how much I tried to convince her, she wasn't ready to buy that I was running an independent business. And no matter how much she tried to convince me, I was not ready to admit that Desai was my boss.
"I am the one taking calls in the agency. I am not even talking to him."
I said.
Meera grabbed my phone and checked my call logs. She could not find his name in the call history. Her small act only helped in hurting me a little. Because it was a sign that she didn't trust my words.
 
But I couldn't protest. Because there was one thing. The truth.
I was still talking to Desai through my official phone. Even though the number of calls had become minimum, my argument that I wasn't talking to him was a lie.
This realisation made me guilty and stopped me from picking a fight with Meera.
 
Meera told me how it was important for us to move away from Desai completely. We hadn't parted ways with a proper goodbye.
"We are not sure if he's looking for an opportunity to reverse what happened. Promise me you won't give him chance. Please."
Meera's words made me think about it. She had a strong point even though I didn't want to see Desai as an enemy.
"I will leave this company and this job, Meera. But I will need some time. Because without me, the agency won't survive. Desai wouldn't come back and spend his precious time on this petty business. There are people whose lives depend on this. I need to find an efficient replacement before quitting."
I reasoned.
"Okay," Meera said.
 
A few days later she asked me about my plan to find a replacement. I said I was still thinking about it.
"If you don't mind, may I try from my contacts?"
She asked. Her eagerness to make me part ways with the agency I had started enjoyed leading annoyed me. But I didn't show it. Deep inside I knew she was doing it for me. Deep in my mind, I knew I was being greedy.
"You are welcome to do that."
I said.
She hugged me.
"I love you, Krish."
 
I thought everything had suddenly fallen into the right place. I felt it would be time to enter another phase of our life. Even though I wasn't eagerly excited about it, I felt Meera would be thinking of having kids and finding another meaning in our life.
So I suggested the idea.
But her response was surprising.
"I'm not ready for it now, Krish. This year, in fact, three months from now my company is celebrating its tenth anniversary. There's gonna be many big events and I have a big role. I will have to concentrate on that. We'll think about the kids next year. I am sorry, baby."
I was not worried about it anyway. I said it's okay.
But deep in my mind, I was upset that she was giving importance to her career over family at one side while asking me to let go of mine for the sake of our family. It was a moment I felt she had much more power than I in our life.
 
“There are two types of husbands in this world, Krish.”  Desai's words came to my mind. “One, who looks at his wife with pure hatred after she fucked another man. Two, who forgive 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.”
I wondered what kind of power he was talking about.
 
To walk away from Desai was her decision. It was her wish for which I had started looking for a replacement to fill my shoes in my office. The final call to have kids was hers. My life was circling her.
For one moment I felt it was the other way around when it is about power.
It was her who was letting me stay. I was the husband who had chosen to stand outside her door and jerk myself while she chose another man for her. A far superior man in her eyes. Perhaps she was the smart one. She chose to forgive me and allow me to stay being her husband. Who was getting more power then?
 
Bringing into balance these negative thoughts, I had a firm belief that no power games were going on between us. She was the wife who loved me. She wanted to save me from my weakness. Every decision she took was because of her desire to continue being my wife.
Because she loved me.
 
There were some visible changes in our life after Desai's departure. We became active in our social life again. We stayed much longer after friends' parties and enjoyed drinks more often. Meera was getting busier with her work life on working days, but she was willing to compensate for it on weekends. We visited pubs. We partied and danced together.
"You are not as bad as I thought."
Meera said about my dance.
"I guess it's a compliment. I'll take it an award."
I said.
 
One night at a popular pub, we ran into an old friend. Harish.
He was with a young girl. We were sitting at a table as he walked over to us and introduced his girlfriend to us. Meera shared a girly hug with the girl. Her name was Jia.
“How long has this been going on?”
I heard her asking Harish during our small talk.
“Which one?” Harish asked innocently.
He invited us to the dance floor and we danced together for a couple of songs.
“Today you’ve taught me one thing,” Harish said during a short break. “One can have fun after marriage too.”
Meera enjoyed it too much and asked him how serious he was with the girl. Jia was smiling.
“We have just met,” Harish said and blinked at Jia.
“Wanna know what it is like after marriage?” Meera asked. She was looking at Jia.
Jia smiled at Harish and then looked at me. “Yeah, why not.”
I was perhaps not reading the signs; Meera patted my arm.
“Hold her hand, dear.” It was a surprise move from Meera. I never thought she would ever ask me to dance with another girl, that too a girl much younger than her. Perhaps I knew the reason. Jia was indeed an attractive girl. But she was far away from the maturity and confidence Meera exuded. Look-wise too, Meera was simply unmatched. There was no way she was intimidated by the young girl.
Or, was it because her conscience was willing to give me more power?
For the next song, I found my hands on Jia’s hips and my eyes locked on hers.
“I have a crazy wife.” I blurted.
“I have a crazy boyfriend. But he will be very jealous.”
She smiled.
“My advice is to use it properly.”
“Are you not jealous?”
I loved her question because she was giving more value to Meera than her.
 
That night Meera was insanely aroused in bed. She made me eat her pussy until she came.
"You are my man, Krish. You are my heaven. I need only you, baby."
She kept moaning while crying through her orgasm.
I felt she was thinking about Harish. I didn’t mind though. I was happy to give her an orgasm.
 
One day, Piyush invited us to Nagpur. The occasion was his anniversary. Meera was eager to meet his family. So we went to Nagpur.
Piyush's wife was a plus-size woman.
"So the story was true," Meera whispered in my ear.
We had a great time with Piyush and his family. The event was grand, with a lot of guests.
One of the guests was Desai.
He arrived in his signature jacket over shirt attire. But his long hair was trimmed to half-length. I felt he had attempted to move on. From whatever.
 
We only noticed him when he was just a few metres from us. I wasn’t prepared to run into him like that.
Meera too didn't know how to respond.
But Piyush made us stand together and pose for photos. When he found a gap to talk to me in private, Piyush asked me if Desai had visited me after the other day.
I knew what he meant by that. He wanted to know if I had allowed Desai to fuck my wife again.
"No, Piyush. We haven't met after that." I chose my words deliberately.
Piyush looked at me with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. For the first time, I hated him.
"That night, you know, I decided that no more. I realised that it's not right."
I said.
I felt making him believe would make me feel better. And it did.
 
At the dinner table, Piyush forced us to sit with Desai.
But Desai was hesitant. It didn't go well with Meera, to my surprise.
"Why are you forcing him to be with us? He may be looking for some company. Who knows if he hasn’t found one already?"
"I haven't found anyone, lady," Desai said quickly. "I am not looking for one either."
Meera ended up staring him in the eyes. I felt my heart warming up, watching them looking at each other from a metre's distance.
 
In the night we went to sleep in the hotel suite Piyush had arranged for us.
"Do you think he's forgotten about you?" I asked Meera.
"No. He hasn't forgotten."
Meera said.
"What do you think about him?”
"I am just sorry."
Meera said and hugged me.
"Let's not talk about him, Krish."
Meera kissed me and soon she was taking my clothes off.
“Make me forget him. Please.” She whispered while wrapping her fingers around my dick.
She sat on the edge of the bed and prepared for giving head to me. I stood in front of her and though it started slowly, it soon culminated in me fucking her mouth hard. And she swallowed my cum.
But the look on her face after swallowing my cum and licking her lips startled me. She was far from being satisfied. I tried to have sex with her but she said she was very tired.
 
One month later, Desai called me and told me about opening a branch in Mumbai on the occasion of the first anniversary of the revival of Vickey Security Services.
I was not keen to discuss it with Meera. But I had to speak.
I started by asking if she had found any success in finding a replacement for me to take over the agency. Meera said she had talked to a couple of men but they refused as the business was unknown territory for them.
I revealed about Desai's call.
"He's saying it's a good idea to launch the new branch on the occasion of the first anniversary."
Surprisingly, she didn't respond with dissent.
"But it's not the first anniversary. That company was in business for many years already."
Her business mind was certainly evident.
It was Vickey Security Services’ fifth year.
I told Desai about Meera's view and he was quick to favour it.
"Meera is right, Krish. This is an even better opportunity."
 
However, Meera later asked me why Desai wanted to expand the company that mattered little to him in terms of monetary benefit.
"Maybe he wants to come back to us. Maybe he wants to lure me. Maybe he wants to make love to you again."
I teased her.
Meera pushed me away.
"You moron."
 
But in the night she brought back the topic again.
"Do you think he's still thinking about me?"
I did not want to answer that question.
But a few minutes later when I was thrusting my dick deep into her pussy, panting into her mouth, I could not stop myself from replying.
"He must be thinking about doing this with you."
Meera was stunned.
"Are you still thinking about it?"
"It's not easy to forget, is it?"
"No."
"When I push it inside you when you feel inside me, do you miss him?"
"No!"
Meera said with a tone of shock.
"Tell me the truth baby. Haven't you missed him after he's gone?"
Meera was still looking into my eyes. I had stopped moving. I felt her arms making a circle around me and slowly pulling me closer. Making my dick plunge deeper.  She wanted me deep inside her.
"Yes...." she gasped.
My dick throbbed inside her pussy. I thought she felt it.
"Say you missed him."
"Yes... I missed him."
"How much?"
"I don't know. I can't tell."
"Say it, please."
"I missed him, Krish. I can't tell how much."
"Do you miss him now?"
"Krish, please."
Her voice was at her weakest.
"Tell me, baby. Please tell me."
"I miss him. Yes....!"
I started moving my hip. Meera let out a moan.
"Huhhh... Krish."
"Do you miss the feel of him going inside you like this?"
"Krish...Oh, my... don't..."
"Do you miss your Susheel?"
"Yes... mmm..."
I was going to up the pace of my movement but before that Meera let out a scream. She managed to suppress it but it had escaped from her mouth.
"uuuhhh...!"
I was astonished to see my wife welcoming a shuddering orgasm just by taking the name of Desai. I felt her arms circling me and locking me, and I could not move an inch. I lowered my face and she kissed me with her mouth wide open enough to cover my both lips.
 
In the morning she asked me if she hurt me.
"Not at all. It was amazing actually."
I said.
"I didn't know I missed him. But you pushed me too far and made me spit out the truth." She confessed.
"Think about me. I am so happy to give you so much pleasure. It was a good idea."
I said.
"Was it an idea?"
"No. It happened spontaneously."
 
Even though I would have loved the spark to carry on in the nights that followed, the fear of awakening unknown fantasies forced me to refrain from it.
 
One day while talking to Desai he casually revealed that it was his mother's birthday. He was going to celebrate it with his family.
We had once asked him why he didn’t celebrate his birthday. He had told us that birthdays are a thing for children to celebrate – “birthdays of those parents whose children feel they are special enough to be celebrated.”
 
When I told Meera about it in the evening, she asked me if I would mind her calling Desai.
I said it was her wish.
Meera dialled Desai's number and put the phone in her ear. I watched as she waited for Desai to pick up. I saw a minute expression on her face, turning attentive to the call.
“Hi… yes.”
She said. Her voice was soft. I barely heard it but I was sure Desai would have heard it perfectly.
“How are you?” Meera asked again. I was not able to hear Desai's voice.
“Yeah…mmm…” Her facial expression became lighter for a moment and she looked down at the floor. I thought she had forgotten about my presence.
“He told me today is mommy’s birthday. Convey my hearty greetings to her.”
“…..”
“Really? That’s great. She’ll be so happy.”
“…..”
“Yes… Yeah… Just... you know….” I noticed her eyes wandering all over the place except on my face.
“Bye…Susheel…Bye.”
 
The conversation had ended rather quickly. But I was sure that the joy of that short conversation was not limited to the words they spoke.
“What was it about?” I asked. “You were smiling a lot.”
Meera turned to me and hugged me tightly.
"I spoke to him!"
I could sense the excitement in her voice. I wasn’t sure if I should feel disheartened.
 
That night Desai did a sparkling return to our fantasies. Meera was on top of her game by making me hold her head and fuck hard. I struggled hard not to hurt her though one part of my body wanted her to beg me not to hurt her. I wanted her to tap my thigh to stop choking her. But she only needed to touch my hand to stop me. Then she lay on the bed and allowed my thirsty mouth to invade her pussy. She was dripping already. After quenching my immediate thirst, I took a breath and looked up at her.
“Is it how he does it to you?”
Meera looked bemused by my query but was more than happy to reply.
“No…”
Her smile made me wait for more. And she spoke. “He lifts my legs.”
“And?”
“And become dirty…dirtier than the previous time…”
I knew what she meant.
I lifted her legs and saw the tiny hole Desai had once likened to a beautiful flower. My tongue made a touch across it, and I heard Meera whisper my name. The delicateness of her voice had elevated. I let my tongue dance around her ass hole and pussy lips alternately making Meera wonder what I was doing. I was trying to emulate Desai.
“I want to be like him.”
I admitted.
“He wanted to be like you.”
“What do you want me to be?”
“You.” Meera patted my head as she spoke. “Just you, Krish.”
I went up and locked her lips with mine. “I am your Krish.”
Meera opened her mouth to welcome me and the next moment I felt her fingers around my dick, guiding it into her pussy.
“Don’t you dream about him?” I asked as I pushed it down, slowly but smoothly.
Meera let out a moan in pleasure; I wasn’t sure if it was my question or action that was making her moan.
“Yes…I love to dream about him. I love to dream about lying beneath his body and being conquered by his manliness.”
Her words were setting my body on fire, literally.
“You loved it, didn’t you?”
I had started moving up and down, still breathing into her mouth.
“Mmm…mmm…”
Her breathing caught pace very soon. I had merely started but I witnessed her arching backwards and letting out a small cry. I felt her nails behind my shoulder. She was hit with sudden waves of pleasure. It was the moment I was longing to witness. My Meera was getting lost in the sea of pleasure. It was a joy for me.
“I am going to fill you with my cum… as he did.”
I panted soon.
“Fill me... aaaah… fill me… mmm….Krish…”
Meera's voice was changed. It only helped me cum harder.
 
In the morning, Meera sat with me in the hall and spoke.
“Krish, are you sure we’re doing the right thing?”
I knew what she was talking about. It was a question I would have loved to ask myself. But I just stared at her.
“I am talking about Susheel, Krish. We know he has gone. He has left. But it seems we are not ready to let him go. I don’t think we are doing the right thing. We are bringing him to our fantasies. This was how it all began. Have you forgotten those days?”
I hadn’t forgotten the days when our fantasies were filled with wild imaginations about Desai. Those fantasies were the bricks with which Desai paved a pathway to Meera's bedroom.
“I think…“ I said. “…I think he parted ways with us too soon. You are right that he has left. And we knew it would happen one day. But it seems we were not ready for it… we were not ready for the end. That’s why…”
“That’s exactly what my thinking is, Krish. I fear we are making…I mean we are preparing ourselves for his comeback. And I am worried if we are making a mistake.”
I looked deep into her eyes. She was genuinely worried.
I held her hands together and sat closer to her on the sofa.
“Meera, I am glad we are talking about this. It shows we are on the same page about him.”
Meera nodded, “But I am worried about the future, Krish.”
“There is no need to put pressure on you, baby,” I said. “We are not going to tell him anything.”
“About what?”
“About what we are dreaming about him.”
Meera didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then she smiled slowly.
“There’s no plan to stop it?”
I smiled too.
“Why stop something that brings so much pleasure?”
Meera kept smiling at me and I felt she was recollecting something.
“What is it?”
I asked.
“You think Susheel was rough in bed with me, don’t you?”
“Why do you think so?”
“You said you wanted to be like him, last night.”
“Was I rough?”
“You love to be. Slightly, don’t you?”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I like what you like.”
She smiled. My eyes were stuck on her lips, and I slowly touched them, as if measuring their softness.
“Who wouldn’t love to exploit a bit of the softness of these lips?”
Meera opened them slowly and let me insert a finger into her mouth. She sucked a little and even swirled her tongue around my finger.
“Oh my god. You are in the mood.”
I blurted.
“Are you not?”
Her hand had reached between my legs. I quickly got up and dropped my pants down. My dick stood almost parallel to the ground. Meera was looking at it. I moved a bit closer and she parted her lips readily to accept it into her mouth.
“Be rough,” Meera demanded just before pushing her mouth forward.
I held her head firm and started fucking her mouth. But I could not stop holding back from hurting her.
In between when I pulled out she demanded that I kiss her. I kissed her mouth. And I tasted my precum from her mouth.
“Is this how you want him to be?” she whispered.
“What do you want me to be, baby?”
“Do what you want him to do to me.”
There was no other way she could suggest that she was looking for him in me.
A few minutes later, I was lying on top of her on the couch and fucking her slowly.
“This was one of his dreams,” Meera revealed. “Doing this on the sofa… I mean exactly this one…”
Her words were simply fuel for my imagination.
“Close your eyes and be with him, then.” I gasped.
Meera closed her eyes obediently and soon her breathing was rising. Eventually, and soon, she came hard.
“He made me cum,” she smiled at me when it was over.
“He made you cum,” I smiled. “But now you are with your husband.”
I saw a spark in her eyes.
“Don’t you hate me?”
“No.” I said, “I have always welcomed you back. I will welcome you back, always.”
“In future too?”
It was probably a suggestion. I was pumping a bit harder now.
“In the future too.”
It was a promise.
“How?”
I kissed her mouth and sucked her tongue.
“Your mouth is still warm with his kisses. I am getting the taste.” I said while panting.
“It’s not the taste of his kissing.”
“Then?”
“He was fucking my mouth.”
She was playing a game too hot for me.
“I still love the taste, baby.”
“And what else would you love to do?”
It was a tease. I quickly pulled out and went down to lick her pussy.
“Krish… you are getting too dirty,” Meera warned.
But I was not going to back off.
“I will love it,” I said.
“It will have his cum.”
Meera warned me again. But she was becoming dirtier as well.
“Yours too,” I said.
“But still...”
“I will still eat it. I will clean it.”
“No. Don't.”
I looked up and smiled at her, “If you want to fuck him, you'll have to promise that you'll come back to me. You'll let me have you.”
“But no licking there.”
“Licking there too.”
“Fuck!” Meera pushed me away. “This is going too much.”
But the stars in her eyes were telling me that she did not hate any of my fantasies. My head went down again and there was no way she could stop me from giving her those pleasures.
 
Perhaps I had the power to stop her from thinking about Desai. But I was not ready to stop myself from thinking about him. In the beginning, I was led by the thought that all of it was happening in my head only. I didn’t know when it started to become a reality for both of us.
We didn’t know what Desai was thinking. But we were aware that he would be happy to return to our life if given an opportunity. We were just careful not to give him a chance.
If there was something that had won my confidence in his favour, that was the way he had kept his word to walk away when asked. And he had kept his word without question. Indeed, he had tried to justify his action but he never tried to present that as an excuse.
He had simply agreed with our point and walked away. My respect for him was increasing with each day he spent not contacting Meera.
 
 
A few weeks later, an article penned by Meera was published in a Sunday supplement of The Economic Times of India along with her photo. It was based on the sudden rise and the future of a few companies. Meera's popularity among the residents in our area skyrocketed after that. During an anniversary party, I saw ladies competing with each other to take selfies with her. Their social media status images were soon filled with those photos. And I saw the husbands present at the party being enthralled by the limited opportunity they got to chat with her.
 
One day I went to meet Meera at her office. I was told to wait in the lounge as she was busy in a meeting. I didn’t tell who I was, and I was not asked who I was. The posh way the people in that office looked and worked made me wonder if they would believe me even if I told them who I was. The difference between that office and Vickey Security Services was that between the sky and the land. The place instantly made me believe that only the top-ranked scholars can dream of a job in that company.
When Meera finally emerged from the meeting, I saw what she meant for all those highly professional employees. Even the busiest in the room spared a second to let Meera walk past them, as if with anticipation that Meera might be coming to them. People were getting ready to respond positively even to the tiniest form of a gesture from her, it seemed. I saw the whole office suddenly becoming a group of people who were willing to do things for her even before telling them.
Meera had created an image that seemed perfect. She had a highly respected job in a company where people were lined up to make sure whatever she desired happened without needing to repeat.
There were people who hoped of getting tasked by her. And people who hoped of getting a chance to work with her - under her, for her.
And countless people who envied her. Men and women.
It wasn’t a wild guess that many of them were dreaming of her, fantasizing about her.
There was a whole world that circled her, hoping for a small place in her world.
But none of them knew about what was hidden inside her mind.
That despite having all of that, all of that enviable life, she was longing for a man she shouldn’t. And that too, for no reason.
She wasn’t longing for sex. I was giving her good sex filled with regular orgasms like never before. I had found my mojo to make her scream in bed.
But still, she was longing for him. I could feel it.
And I was sure she could feel how much I wanted her desires to be fulfilled.
 
A week before the commencement of the annual meet of her company, another article penned by Meera was published. It was a follow-up to the previous one and an acknowledgement of the predictions in that article being realized. The article received a stupendous response.
The whole week leading to the commencement of the annual meet was the busiest for Meera. She came home late and remained in working mode, preparing for speeches for the meet. When the annual meet began, she wanted me to drive her to the venue.
“Please, Krish. I don’t want to see anyone. I just want to be here with you, and then at the meeting. No other world exists for me this week.”
She told me.
I was more than happy to be her driver. I made a joke about it on the first day but it went unheard. She was listening to her own pre-recorded speech.
The annual meet event lasted four days.
“I want to drink a lot of booze tonight, Krish!”
Meera told me on the way to the venue on the fourth day.
“I promise your wish will be met tonight,” I said with a smile.
 
The public and families were allowed during the concluding event. Meera picked up two coveted awards. I watched her beautiful figure clad in the light blue collarless shirt and black pants on the large screen walking toward the centre of the stage to receive the award and I was stunned by the sheer screen presence she had. Her speech was met with thundering applause.
 
The event was finished on time and we were heading to the parking lot when Meera received a phone call from Desai. She first showed me the phone screen to express her surprise and then answered the call.
“Hey,” her voice was cheerful.
“Thank you…thank you very much, Susheel.” She said. I was starting to wonder if Desai had learned about her awards already.
Suddenly she stopped walking.
“What?” She stopped and looked at me. “Susheel is in Pune!” She told me and my heart stopped for a moment.
“What!” I exclaimed.
Meera put the phone back on her ear. “Wh…where are you?” Her voice was shivering. She was no more the dynamic personality I had seen on stage a few hours ago. She didn’t speak anything on the phone after that. She slowly looked at the screen and ended the phone call quietly.
“What did he say?” I was curious.
“He is asking if we can meet.” Meera looked at me.
He was asking if we could meet him!
“Yeah, why not! Where is he?”
I said vaguely. But the moment I said I knew there was nothing vague about it.
“Krish…” Meera hesitated.
“Where is he, babe?” I asked again.
“He congratulated me on the awards. One of his friends was among the guests.” Meera was not paying attention to what I was asking. She went on with what came to her mind. “He wanted to be there. He said sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Uhh… I don’t know. Maybe for not showing up during the meet.”
“Was he invited?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then?”
“Are we going to meet him?”
She looked me in the eyes. I wanted to be disappointed. But instead, I was getting excited. I wanted to go and meet him. I wanted to witness my wife’s reunion with him.
“I am scared, Krish,” Meera said before I could say anything.
“He might want to congratulate you in person.” I opined honestly. “Why are you getting scared?”
Meera nodded, “yeah, maybe.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“No. I didn’t ask.”
She had ended the phone call abruptly.
 
I phoned Desai. I straightaway asked him about his location. Ten minutes later, I was driving my car with Meera sitting with me.
“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing, Krish?” Meera asked me again.
“You look like a girl about to meet her boyfriend after a long break.” I joked. It only earned an angry face from Meera.
 
Desai had a flight to catch after two hours. So we decided to meet at a place near the airport. It was beginning to become dark and the street was getting crowded. As the car took a turn to the road he mentioned I saw a man in a signature jacket waiting outside the open sky parking ground. It was the same jacket he had worn to the temple the other day.
As the car approached him, Meera grabbed my hand.
“I’m nervous, Krish. I told him so many things on that day. Now we are going to meet him. Have we forgotten everything?”
“Don't be nervous, baby,” I assured her. “Just remember that I'm always with you.”
Desai waved at us and gestured to drive into the parking ground. But I stopped the car next to him and asked if he was waiting for a long. He quickly gave me a small handshake.
“No, I was just walking out from there. My car is at that end.”
He pointed to the far end of the parking ground and then waved at Meera.
“Hey, there!”
“Hi, Susheel.”
Meera greeted him softly. Her hand was already removed from mine.
I watched them stare at each other for the next few seconds. I was amused by their silence.
“Are you gonna do something or just stand there and stare at her, Desai?” I asked. “Can't you see she has come to meet you?”
“Oh, I'm sorry!” Desai quickly walked around the car to open the door. “Come, Meera. Let him go and park the car.”
Meera alighted from the car and closed the door. I thought Desai would hug her. But he just shook hands with her.
I parked the car at the farthest end and came back hurriedly. They were waiting for me.
Desai took us to a posh cafe next to the street. I was surprised to see a café like that existed in a place like that. The whole area looked like a dense garden made of rare yet delicate types of plants. Each table was surrounded by enough plants of various sizes to give a sense of privacy to the visitors.
I immediately felt that Desai chose the place because of a reason. Privacy.
 
When the waiter arrived, Desai asked Meera what she would prefer.
“Anything.” She said.
Her voice was soft. Desai looked at me and I just nodded, implying the same style of response. Desai made the order and he took a deep breath when the waiter walked away.
“This is a miracle to me. I didn’t think you would agree to meet.”
He said, his eyes alternating between me and Meera.
“We are not angry with you,” I said.
“I know I have given you a shock. I realized the gravity only after leaving. I should have realized it earlier. Anyway, there’s nothing to talk about it. Now, it’s time to be grateful that you chose to come. The strength of your bond has only become more evident with this. I don’t know how to celebrate this.”
“What is there to celebrate?”
Meera asked.
“This moment is worth celebrating, Meera. The moment you smiled when we met at the parking was worth celebrating. The handshake with you and Krish was worth celebrating. I thought these things would never happen again in my life. I missed you so much.”
His eyes were glued to Meera's face as he said the last sentence.
Meera spent a few seconds smiling at him before turning to me. “This man is back to flatter your wife, Krish.”
I smiled back at her.
“I am a shameless guy!” Desai said. “Yes, because I can never forget you, Meera.” His eyes were glued to her again, and I saw he was hopelessly attracted to her.
“Don’t say you love me, again,” Meera warned. “You must have an idea how not to piss me off.” Her smile was now gone.
“I do, I do. I’ve been telling me that every day.”
“Every day, why?”
“Because there have been no days when I didn’t think of you.”
“Again,” Meera leaned back and smiled. “I used to wonder how you managed to walk away from us so easily. I mean you never tried to contact and apologize after that day.”
“Who said it was easy? It was one of the toughest things I have ever done. But I'm a man of promise, Meera. That's something I don't want to change about myself.”
He looked at me as he said that. He was conveying a message to me. And I was quick to acknowledge it in my mind.
“You turned out to be a man far better than I imagined.” Meera verbalized what I was thinking.
 
The waiter returned to serve our order, carrying three caffè latte creatively arranged on a tray, breaking the flow of our conversation.
As Meera used her tongue to lap up the topping of milk off her upper lip after taking a sip from the caffe, I saw Desai struggling to take his eyes off her.
“You are staring at her,” I said, making him smile.
“But you don’t want to stop me from doing that, do you?”
He hit back.
“Are you staring just because I won’t stop?”
“No,” He smiled. “I am staring because I am unable to look away. This is a special day to her, and now it’s special to me too.”
“I want to see your purse,” Meera demanded suddenly. I was surprised.
So was Desai.
“No. I don’t want to show it to you.”
“Are you still keeping my photo?” Meera leaned forward and forwarded his hand to him. “Give it to me.”
Desai threw a smile at me. But I could see that he was starting to become anxious. I nodded at him, prompting him to act as demanded by Meera. Desai slowly pulled out his purse.
“I didn’t think we would be meeting like this, Krish.” He said. Meera snatched the purse from his hand. “That’s not your photo. It’s my personal property.” He added.
Meera opened the purse and I saw the photo. The same photo of Meera was there.
“How is it that my photo has become your personal property?” Meera blurted.
“That’s the photo of a celebrity I worship,” Desai said. His confidence was back on his face.
“You are too big a man to worship a celebrity, Mr Desai,” Meera said.
I was surprised by her calling him by the surname on his face. Desai was equally taken aback.
“Call me Susheel, Meera.” He said. “Don’t make me a stranger.”
“Susheel…” Meera smiled. “I was just kidding. I hate to call you by your title.”
“What do you think about this?” Meera asked, handing the purse to me.
I had a look and handed it back to Desai.
“Let him keep it. He’s a fan.”
Meera patted me on the arm.
“You guys are playing with me.” Desai put the purse back into his pocket. “And playing it so well. Do I have a chance to win back my place in your life?” His eyes were alternating between our faces.
He had asked us the million-dollar question and his facial expression told me how desperate he was seeking an answer to it.
I looked at Meera. Her head was down. Then she looked at me. But she said nothing. I too just stared at her. Desai kept switching between our faces.
The cold coffee in front of us had lost its coldness and attractiveness, being kept untouched for a long.
Desai forwarded his hand to her, across the table.
“Meera,” he said. “Please let me hold your hand.”
Meera looked at him as if asking about his intention.
“I want to take a walk with you.” He said and looked at me. “That’s all I want.”
Meera was still hesitating until I touched her hand.
“Go. It’s okay.”
I said.
“I want to visit the washroom first,” Meera said suddenly.
I shook my head, “sure.”
Only when she disappeared toward the washroom I remembered how she had told it. “I want to visit the washroom first.”  She was suggesting that she was going to take a walk with Desai after that.
 
I looked at Desai's face and I could tell from the happiness on his face that he too had guessed the same.
“So you have won her back, again,” I said. “So easily.”
“I haven’t won her back, Krish.” He said. “This is just a walk in a public place.”
I was alert.
“What else do you want to do?”
“I want to make love to her again, with your permission, Krish.”
My heart was starting to beat harder now.
“You are still keeping her photo in your pocket,” I said. In my mind, I had a feeling that I was making the wrong conversation at the wrong place. But I could not stop going with the flow. “Meera is scared that you are in love with her.”
“What’s wrong with that? I have told you I will never try to seek love from her. I know even when she’s sleeping with me she’s thinking of you.”
I suddenly liked our conversation.
“How can I trust you?”
“You can listen to us.”
“Listen to ‘us’ means?” I was curious.
“Krish,” Desai leaned forward a little. “I have nothing to hide from you. To win her trust back is like winning your trust back. I am ready to open my heart in front of you to any level.”
“Are you going to call me on my phone and let me listen to your lovemaking to my wife as you’ve done earlier?”
Meera's loud cries from that night were already echoing in my head.
“I can do that. You can even watch if you want.”
I laughed a little.
“You just want to fuck my wife, by any means!”
“No, Krish,” Desai said quickly. “I just want to spend some time with her. What happens is just…”
He stopped halfway as he saw Meera walking toward us.



Chapter to be continued.

[krish_999]

part 3(Chapter 35 continues)


“Where do you want to walk me to?” Meera asked him without bothering to return to her seat.

“Anywhere,” Desai looked at me before replying, “where we can find some privacy.”
Meera looked at me in surprise.
“Where has this privacy thing come from?”
“Look, Meera.” Desai got up, turning her attention back to her. “I was hoping I could spend some time with you before I leave.” He put his hand forward, seeking Meera's hand. Meera hesitated for a moment.
“Where is this going, Krish?” She looked at me again.
“I don’t know,” I said. My heart was beating hard and I could hear it. A proposal was being made right in front of my eyes. I didn’t know where it was leading me to.
Desai moved forward and took Meera's arm and brought it to his lips.
“He’s alright, Meera. Let’s take a walk.”
“But...” Meera looked at my face and then at Desai's. “At least tell me where we are going. Where is this private place you are talking about?”
“I have a flight to catch in an hour, Meera. I have to go.” Desai said. “I was thinking about our car.”
I thought I was going to drive the car to the airport, with him and Meera sitting in the back seat.
“No,” I said. “There will be people on the road. It’s a busy road. Anyone can see her and recognize her.”
“I was not talking about the road,” Desai revealed. “I was talking about the parking ground.”
I was stunned. Desai threw a glance at my phone, kept on the table. He was suggestive. And the next moment Desai started walking away with Meera.
 
Meera looked back at me when they reached the exit. I nodded at her, for no reason.
Perhaps I was giving her permission that she didn’t need.
 
By the time I settled the bill and walked out of the café, they had walked past at least fifty meters. I still notice that Desai was holding Meera's hand. They were walking with their hand in hand like lovers on a street!
“I want to make love to her again, with your permission, Krish.”
I remembered Desai's words.
Is he going to try to make that happen now?
 
I dismissed the thought, thinking that it would be a far-fetched fantasy for him. People were walking on the road, and many of them paying special attention to Meera. Seeing a beautiful woman like her on the road holding the hand of a man who looked much older than her was indeed not a usual sight for anybody. The fact that Meera was still wearing the light blue collarless shirt and black pants she had worn to the annual meet event also made a contrasting statement that she was not the kind of those who would take a walk with her romantic partner on the road like that. More heads were turning. It was sheer luck that nobody recognized her. I could only wonder what Desai was up to.
As they reached the parking ground I saw Desai taking a look and then turning back to me. He saw me and patiently waited for me. I wondered if he had finished his so-called walk with ‘privacy’.
“What happened?” I asked. “There are people everywhere. You can’t find privacy here.” I added with a smirk. 
“Can you give me your car key?” Desai demanded.
I didn’t understand. “What happened?” I asked while handing him the key. He returned his key to me.
“You can sit inside. And please call me if you find anything dangerous.”
He said and walked toward my car, holding Meera's arm.
I was stunned. He was taking Meera to my car. It took me only a moment to see that my car was parked at the farthest end of the parking ground. And there was no light in that area.
What is he going to do there?
My heart was busy pounding hard again. I looked around in confusion for a second and then hurriedly followed them. I stopped in the lane where I spotted Desai's car. I turned where Desai had taken Meera and I saw a glimpse of him holding my car’s back door open. Meera had sat inside already. Desai looked at me one last time as if to make sure I was watching, before going in and closing that door. My phone had started ringing in my pocket.
I was startled by the ringing and quickly pulled it out. It was Desai.
Desai was calling me!
“You can listen to us.”
I remembered his words.
“I want to make love to her again, with your permission, Krish.”
My heart nearly stopped at the thought. “I can do that if you can press the mute button when I call.”
“Oh, God!”
My hand was shaking as I answered the call and quickly touched the mute button. I held the phone close to my ear and I heard my wife’s voice.
“I’m not sure if we are doing the right thing, Susheel. I have a feeling that somebody might have noticed us.”
Her voice was filled with nervousness.
“There’s someone who’ll take care of that.” Desai's voice. He was talking about me.
“Susheel…”
“Meera, stop worrying. This is a moment to celebrate for me.”
“Which moment?”
“This moment, in which you have come back to me.”
There was a few moments of silence from Meera. I wondered what they were doing. There was absolute silence. Then I heard Meera's giggle.
“You are staring at me, Susheel.”
“I am still letting the joy sink in.”
“Stop playing so hard. I am already here. Move on.”
“You have no idea, Meera. How I felt after I left. So many bad days, without you.”
“I thought you would have moved on and found another woman. It’s been three months.”
“Three months, seven days.”
“And how many hours?” Meera's voice was lightened by a small laugh.
“Three months, seven days, and eleven hours. Want to know the minutes too?”
“No, it’s enough.” Meera laughed again. “Already impressed.”
 
They were just talking, against my expectation. In my dirty mind, I was expecting him to jump on her the moment he got a chance. I slowly walked toward Desai's car and sat in the driver’s seat. The phone was still on. I closed the door and took a quick view around through all the windows. I was sitting in darkness. It took me a second to realise that Meera would be sitting with Desai in the same level of darkness. No one was going to see them.
“What took you so long to make a wish to see me again?”
Meera was asking.
“Because I didn’t want to piss you off again. Did you miss me?”
I stopped breathing as I heard the question.
“Why would I miss you?”
Meera's reply felt like a breeze to me.
But Desai's next words quickly undid that joy.
“You are lying, baby. I can see it in your eyes.”
“What do you see in my eyes?”
“Even now, I can see myself in your eyes. It’s just that my feelings are slightly intense. That’s because you have Krish to share your heart. I have no one.”
“You were free to find someone. You wasted three months, seven days, and eleven hours…”
“I just can’t. My heart is with you.”
“Don’t say those words.”
“I can’t help but say it. I love you.”
I was stunned. That bastard! I almost began to get out of the car, only to be stopped by his next words.
“But I have promised Krish that I will never try to seek your love. I understand the value of your love.”
“He is on your side. You should know that you can’t make him lose.”
“I don’t want him to lose.”
“mmm..hmm…then what do you want?”
“I want all of this…” I heard a movement followed by his words. And then Meera's giggle.
“Don’t forget you have a flight to catch, don’t you?”
Meera's words made me check the time. Fifty minutes were left.
“I will catch that fight,” Desai said.
“You’ll have to leave now, then.” Meera reminded again.
“I have to hurry, you mean.”
“Hey…” Meera's voice was interrupted. It took her a few seconds to make another sound. “Susheel…” Her voice was changed now.
“Meera, I wish I could tell you in words how much I missed this.” Desai's voice was even softer.
Did he just kiss her?
“You can try telling me.”
“I don’t want to tell you. I want to show.”
“Susheel…”
Again the same sounds. He was kissing her. They were kissing. It was obvious now.
“Watch your hands, Susheel…”
Meera's warning made me guess that he was touching her body. The next moment I heard her voice becoming panic-ridden.
“What are you doing? Are crazy, Susheel?"
“I'm just taking my jacket off.”
I heard the sound of his taking his jacket off!
“Susheel…”
“It was your fantasy, right? Making love in this car? I have to thank God for making Krish tell me about it.”
“That moron, I will never tell him anything like this in future.”
Meera said in fake anguish.
“You're risking your name, life and everything if someone finds out. Let's go to our place. We will do everything.” Meera went on. I could not believe what I heard.
Did she just promise him something?
There was nothing left in this game now. I felt. My wife’s reunion with the man was over. I felt a familiar sensation taking over my whole body. There was a rush of blood in my veins.
“Didn't you tell me you missed me? Didn't you mean it, honey?”
Desai was persistant.
“I meant it. But this is...”
“Did you miss our kiss?”
“Susheel...”
“These lips...they missed me?”
“Mmm...”
I heard another kissing voice. I thought Desai was holding the phone in his hand. Even the sound of the kiss was audible.
“You know what I missed? These eyes... Whenever I close my eyes, I see your eyes. And it makes me want to catch a flight and come to you. Every time. I don't go to sleep without remembering you.”
“I know what you do when you remember me in the night.”
Meera giggled.
“I don’t do that anymore, baby.”
“Why?”
“Because I knew I was going to get you back. I was saving it for you.”
“You're going to ruin Krish's car…”
“I'll clean it... “
“Oh my God. I can't think about it.  There are a lot of cars around us. Any time anyone can walk in and find us. No… don’t touch my shirt. I don’t want wrinkles on it.”
“Then I suggest you get rid of it. The sooner the safer.”
“Susheel... Somebody's there... See he's coming towards us...”
The panic was at the peak in her voice. I turned my head towards my car. It was not visible. I just saw a head going down disappearing into another car. It was probably a stranger getting inside his car.
“Forget about others, Meera. No one's coming here.”
I heard Desai's assurance. 
“Susheel... Are you sure about this?”
“Cent per cent... Look at your tits...I can feel the hardness over your shirt. They are just waiting to be umm...”
“Susheel…No… Don’t remove my shirt. That’s the only thing I am requesting you..”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then how?”
“Let's do it with clothes on...”
Meera's suggestion was the last bit of evidence of her surrender.
“This one will have to go.”
I heard some movement and I could not make out what is he removing.
“Oh my god.”
I heard a gasp. It was Meera.
“See how’s my boy throbbing for you? Touch it…”
Now I knew. He had slipped down his pants. He had taken his monster dick out and gifted it to my wife.
“Did you miss this one?”
“mmm…”
“come on… give me the feel of your sweet mouth.”
 
It was my turn to let off a gasp as the sound of her sucking his dick filled my ear. My body was on fire. I stretched my leg and moved the driver's seat backwards to make myself free. I was sweating in the seat doing nothing. From the other side of the phone, I was getting the quiet sound of my wife’s head going down to Desai's lap.
I was sitting in the same car Meera had given him a blowjob a year ago. It was the beginning of the second innings of my cuckold life, and my wife had since then had sex with him four times. Now, sitting inside my car, he was seducing my wife to live her fantasy for me.
 
“Why are you holding your phone?” I heard Meera asking. “Keep it away, Susheel. It feels like it would ring any time and we'll have to run.”
“I'll keep it here.”
I heard the sound of the phone being placed somewhere. It was followed by another strange noise which I had now started to recognise easily. Either he or she was getting undressed further. Meera's next voice confirmed it.
“Don't remove your shirt, Susheel. You're sitting. You'll be seen from outside.”
“There's a guy over there, watching for us.”
“You've made my husband guard this car while having fun here.”
“Doesn't it thrill you?”
“Does it thrill you?”
“I know he's doing it willingly. No one is forcing anyone. But still, the thrill never ends.”
“That's true. I don't even feel like I'm doing something wrong.”
“Are you excited about being here, with me?
“The excitement... I'm very shit-scared, Susheel. Oh my God... Oh my God. I can't believe I'm getting naked like this. I want to close my eyes but I don't want to close my eyes... Oh, God.”
“Let me take it off completely. Oh, my lady... This makes me go weak on my knees.”
“But you are sitting.”
“That's another way to convey that my energy is being shifted to another place. Wanna know?”
“I know... but yes.”
“Don't you wanna touch it?”
“Mmm...”
“You'll have to wait, honey. Put your legs...here...yes... Wow.”
“Don't look there. Look at my face.”
“I'm looking at your lips.”
“Not there. On my face.”
“Move your palm. Let me see it. It's mine, isn't it?”
That was when I realised that he had removed her pants. He was looking at her pussy!
I wondered how was that they were able to see each other so well. I looked at the back seat of my car, and I could see it clearly. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I guessed Desai would be having no difficulty seeing my wife’s pussy.
“Don't be silly...” Desai's voice went on. “I want to taste it. But I'm afraid we don't have space here.”
“We don't have the time too. Before someone comes...”
“I love it when you say that.”
“What did I say?”
“You just asked me to come to the main part.”
“I'm hurrying because I'm scared.”
“Not because you want this?”
“Susheel...”
“Just hold it... And say what you feel.”
“It's warm.”
“Just hold it tight.”
“It is dry... Oh my God, It will hurt me...”
“You can make it wet...”
“There's no space here...”
“Spit into my palm. I'll make it wet with your saliva.”
“Use your own.”
“Why, you can't even spit on my palm?”
“I can't.”
“You can spit into Krish's mouth. But not on my palm... Why so discrimination?”
It was evident by now that Desai loved to drag me into this. He was enjoying it.
“The spitting thing is only for him. Why are you trying to be him?” Meera demanded.
“The thought arouses me. Just spit... Or it will hurt you.”
“Wait... I'll do it myself...”
I heard the sound of her moving. Probably, sitting up. A few moments later, I heard Desai's gasp.
“Oh, my Meera. It feels great. You are going to go back to Krish after this, aren't you?”
“Sure, I am.”
“Make sure you kiss him.”
“With the same lips?”
“Same lips. Ask him about the taste.”
“He will know.”
“He will love it. Mmm...yes... yes...”
“It's tough to lick... If we were at home...”
“We will do it next time...”
“It is wet enough.”
“Your lips have become softer... He's gonna love it.”
“Yeah...”
“Are you gonna kiss him?”
“Yes...”
“Good girl. Let me place my knee here.”
“Your head is hitting the roof.” Meera laughed a little. “Are you sure it's comfortable? “
“Yeah. Oh my God. You're wet now.”
“Are you surprised?”
“I'm impressed by myself.”
Meera laughed again, “You have the right to be.”
“I think I'm good now... Baby... Watch this moment... We are doing it again... This is my boy about to enter your sweet pussy again...”
“Don't say that word. It's a bit cheeky.”
“But you love it, don't you?”
“Shut up and do it. Why are you just holding it? Are you waiting for my help?”
“No. I'll do it myself. I just want to do it slowly. I want to remember every millisecond of it.”
“Just do it, Susheel. Just put it inside me.”
“Are you craving it?”
“Yes...”
“You love the feel of my cock inside you?”
“Yes...”
“Then here it is...”
I heard a moan from Meera.
“mmm... “
“Do you feel it?”
“Su... Susheel...” Meera's voice was suddenly changed. Her pussy was indeed being invaded by a monster.
“Meera...”
“Mmm...”
“I love you...”
I heard a soft attempt to giggle in response to his unexpected confession.
“I see it's not hurting you.”
Desai said.
“Oh my God. Are you in? I can’t even look.”
“Just a little more.”
“It's enough... Just move it for a while. My thighs...”
“Sorry...”
“No, it's okay. My thighs are just stuck...”
“Raise it... You can keep it here.”
“No! No, people will see my foot from outside. Are you crazy?” Meera's voice was tensed.
“I'm crazy.”
“I'm alright now. I don't want to keep my foot up in the air. I'll adjust. Move it now, Susheel...”
“You are so tight. When was the last time you...”
“Stop asking about it. It was like years ago.”
I felt she was kidding.
“My husband too has his moments.” I heard Meera adding.
“How was it?”
“Don't compare, okay?”
“As you say, my love.”
“Aaah...” I heard a sudden push and Meera's cry together.
“It's shining with your juice,” Desai said after a second.
“Stop talking too much.”
“And?”
“And don't stop.”
“Omm..hmm... Say it.”
“What?”
“Your husband would love to say it to me.”
“Fuck me, Susheel.”
“Mmm... Love hearing it.”
“Aaah…huh...”
“Mmm...”
“Aaah... aah... Ahh... Aaah...”
Meera's moans were suddenly on a rise. I could hear the repeated sound of movements. He had started fucking her. Meera's moans were soon filled with heavy breathing. And the tonal shift in her soft voice was recognisable. She almost cried like a small girl.
Even I was panting in the loneliness. My dick was throbbing in the dark and begging me to touch it. And it didn’t take much longer before I took it out and started jerking it. Hearing her helpless voice only made my hand move faster.
“I'm coming...my queen... Are you ready for my love?”
Desai's voice was shaking with his movements.
“Yes... Fill me... Susheel...aaah...”
“Are you safe?”
Desai's question brought a sense of alertness to me. For a brief moment, I felt glad that he had the presence of mind to think about her safety even at such a moment.
“No… I am not safe.” Meera's gasp only made me feel better about Desai.
“Okay, I’ll pull out,”
“What! No…Don’t. Don’t make a mess of me….Susheel…” Meera's response simply went over my head. “You’ll ruin the car… don’t pull out. I’ll take a pill.”
My wife was willingly asking him to cum into her fertile vagina to save the car from getting dirty! Perhaps she was worried about the huge amount of cum he’s gonna unload. Perhaps she simply wanted him to fill her.
For Desai, it was what he wanted to hear. I heard him groan soon.
“Huhhh!! Yes... Yes... Huhhh...!!”
“Aaah... Susheel... Hold it there...deep... Fill me...”
“Oh my...”
Heavy breathing continued even after their movements settled down. I guessed they were taking their breathing back after the quick peak.
“Sorry I didn't take you there this time...”
I heard Desai's voice after a while.
It was over! My wife’s pussy had been filled by his cum one more time.
“Don't be, don't... Look at my eyes. Do you see disappointment?”
Meera had now regained her own voice.
“Did you love it?” Desai asked.
“I don't need it every time. These moments are equally worth...”
“You're sweating... Around your lips...”
“I am sweating all over. Look at you, you are no different.”
“But your lips make me want to lap it up...”
“Mmm...”
Again, the sounds of them kissing filled my ears. I imagined the sweat drops around Meera's luscious lips getting swallowed by Desai's thick lips. I could imagine his tongue dancing around her mouth like a hungry snake.
“Can you feel me now, baby?”
I heard Desai's voice after a while.
“You've gone soft...but it's still big.”
“Are you tired?”
“Don't even think about another round. I'm very, very, tired.”
“Okay. Shall I pull out?”
“Yeah...”
“I hope I won't leak.”
“You won't. You've come deep enough... I hope the pill works after this.”
“Are you gonna make love to Krish tonight?”
“Mmm... You don't want me to?”
“No, it's not... I mean it's your choice.”
“Wouldn't you be jealous?”
“I would be jealous. But it's okay... Krish deserves it. And you too, haven't hit the peak.”
“But I'm happy, Susheel. Let's get up. We took too long. Krish must be bored.”
“He must have cum in his pants.”
Meera laughed. She was laughing at my expense. I was getting used to it now.
“You have learnt a lot about my husband. Wait, where's my panty?”
“Mmm... Here it is. Tie your hair too.”
“You've ruined all my looks. I look a mess now. Rascal!”
“It was a gift.”
“From Krish?”
“From the whole world.”
Meera laughed.
“You know what I love the great about making out with you?” She asked.
“Mmm?”
“It's that you don't smoke. Some men smoke immediately after having sex. I hate the idea of being hugged by such a person.”
“How many do you know?”
Meera laughed again.
“You quit smoking because of me, didn't you?”
“I made the right decision, I guess.”
“You did; that's why we are kissing like this... Non-stop.”
“Do you kiss him like this?”
“He's a good kisser.”
“He's waiting for you there. Are you gonna kiss him?”
“Straightaway?”
“Straightaway.”
“Straightaway!”
“Tell me, babe. Don't be shy.”
“No.”
“Come on, you're smiling.”
“No, I'm not.”
There were sounds of them getting dressed.
“There’s just half an hour now. Are you sure you’ll catch that flight?” I heard Meera asking soon.
“Yes… I’ll catch it. I have just done the unthinkable. Only thing is that I have to hurry.”
 
His reply made me realise that they would be coming back to me soon.
That’s when I gathered myself and thought about myself. I was a mess. I had finished jerking. I had shot a huge load of cum on the steering wheel and dashboard of the car. I was shocked when I realised it.
I was a complete mess.
 
So that was how Desai returned to my life. In other words, it was how I had welcomed him back with both hands.
Every person gets a chance to clean up their mistakes. But the trick lies in recognising the opportunity at the right time and utilizing it. Those who pull it off can escape from their life’s agony.
I was the one who missed that opportunity.


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[krish_999]

Going by current trend update will be next Sunday right or @krish999 will there be any disappointment by giving us an early update this week ha ha ha plz confirm

Haha I have no plan to disappoint you by giving early update.

Well I think telling you about when I will post next update is kinda impossible thing. I will try to explain my dilemma.
Readers are here asking about the exact timing of the next update because they want to avoid checking the site every day for it. From my side I have no idea when the update will be ready because I'm still working on it.
Now let's say I'm at the final stage of completing the chapter. But I'm not sure if I can complete the chapter in two days because if I fail that will make it worse. So can't tell you the exact timing of next update. 
Now let's say I have completed 99% of the chapter and I need to proofread it but I'm not sure when I will finish that. So I'm not able to tell you the exact time.
Now let's say I'm willing to take a risk and give you a timing 'tomorrow'.  Can the readers be happy with that promise? No, because 'tomorrow' means 'anytime tomorrow'. They will still have to check for the update, that too, many times on that day. So they will ask me for the 'exact time of the update'. For me it's impossible to tell you because I don't know exactly when I will finish proofreading/editing. If I knew the exact timing that means I will have completed the story already, and there's no point in keeping you wait until the 'exact time'. I will simply post the update.
What I'm saying is, I could tell you the exact timing of the next update only if I complete working on the next chapter within a week. If I could do that, I'll confidently say the next update is coming on this Saturday. But that luxury is not possible for this story because all the seven chapters left in this story are very long and it would take more than a week's work for each chapter. 

The chapter 35 was probably the worst received update of this story. I'm happy that I was able to turn most of that into positive response with the chapter 36. I'm reading all the comments and discussions here. Sometimes I see people are making 100% correct prediction about the final outcome of the story but I'm also amazed by the other predictions because they are also extremely creative and definitely logical conclusions for the story. I am not affected by people making correct prediction because I know when our prediction becomes true it makes us happy. It would be foolish to give an outcome based on pubic anticipation because doing that will come with a threat of damaging the whole buildup you've created so far. My aim is to give a logical end to the story. It's more about 'how and why' than 'what and when'.

I'm not all together dismissing the influence of the readers on the course of the story. There have been an instance of playing to the gallery, which I will tell only after completion of this story.
Another thing. Most of the recent chapters have been really long. I was even forced to divide them into parts because of the word limit of single post. That's because I try to give a whole meaning and character to each chapter. I think it will help you enjoy each chapter on its own. Because of this, the story will not take fifty chapters which I had planned earlier. The content of the story remain same.

I've written a long reply, should be considered as good as a new chapter. Lol. Coming to the conclusion, no update tonight. I'm making my best efforts with the aim kept in the next weekend. Weekend - on which day - well, you guys are free to make fun of it. I'll enjoy reading your replies.

Love. Krish.

[krish_999]

It's not coming tonight, guys.

[krish_999]

03 October is a public holiday in Germany (German Unity Day).
There will be no work tomorrow, so we are having a long weekend.

If the author-Krish should manage to post the new episode by 23:59 (11:59 pm) on Monday, 
he would (at our discretion) keep the promise he made *to post the new episode on the weekend".

Until then we still have 28 hours ...

I'm looking forward to it, but I still think he will make it....

With my best wishes
Lollobionda

I'll try to do that. I'm very close to finishing the chapter. 
Thank you for the support dear.

[krish_999]

Chapter 36

 
As I was busy cleaning the dashboard with my handkerchief, I heard Desai asking about Meera's plan about having kids.
"I often wonder what is stopping you from having kids."
"It's our combined decision, Susheel," Meera said. "We are awaiting the perfect time to enter the next phase of our life."
"I'm not surprised," Desai said. "Because I know how united are you in your life."
I wondered why Desai thought discussing Meera's decision to have kids was more important than hurrying to the airport where his flight was leaving in less than half an hour.
Nevertheless, there was one thing I would later realise; even though Desai was praising the congeniality between her and me, I knew delaying parenthood had been mostly my decision. We weren't as united as Desai was suggesting.
 
I soon heard Meera asking for tissues.
"I need to wipe my face, neck... especially neck. I'm sweating. Oh, what happened to me? Why am I sweating like this?"
"Even I'm sweating profusely. That's what we get when we work too hard in a closed space like this, I guess. We should have turned on the AC…" Desai was saying.
"You should hurry now, Susheel. You're gonna miss your flight."
"I won't miss that flight, baby. I know that."
"Do you know where Krish has kept his tissues in here?"
"I wish I knew. I'm getting out."
"Go. I'll stay here. If you can see my husband there, please guide him over here. Will you do that for me, mister?"
 
I had finished cleaning my cum off the dashboard. And I saw Desai getting out of my car. He leaned inside to tell Meera something. I pressed the phone onto my ear.
"I'll send him over here, darling. Anything for you."
"Go."
"I'll miss you. Badly."
"Hurry up, Romeo."
Desai stood up and closed the door. 
As I watched his heavily built figure approaching me, I didn't waste any moment getting out of his car. The phone call was disconnected.
 
Desai came and shook my hands. His face wasn't visible for the lack of light in the area. But I could still feel he was sweating inside his clothes.
"That was a hell of a reunion, bro. I hope we were audible."
"Is she alright?"
I asked.
Desai laughed a little as if I had paid him a compliment.
"She's perfect. And she’s waiting for you, Krish."
 
He was slightly panting as he slipped into the driving seat of his car. As he started the car and switched on the lights, I noticed the shining of sweat drops on the side of his face.
He had clearly worked out hard!
He nodded at me once again before driving away.
 
I walked over to my car. My legs were hurrying but my heart was faster than that with my hunger to meet my wife. To meet my freshly fucked wife.
I was surprised that Meera had shifted to the front seat.
 
I quickly assumed my driver's position.
Before starting the car, I spent a moment looking at my wife, sitting a few inches from me. She had found a box of tissues from the gloves box in the dashboard. But it was empty. She asked me if I had any towel to wipe her sweat. From the beads of sweat that were now flowing down along her neck, there was no need for me to ask her what she was doing with Desai. That I knew what she had been doing was a secret known to me and Desai only, and I had to pretend a sense of shock to see her in that look.
"You are soaked, Meera," I said.
"Yeah...find me a towel, please.
I handed her my pocket hand towel and started the car.
"You could have switched on the AC, Meera," I said. Meera quickly pressed the AC button. However, the AC was on by default and her action only turned it off.
"I didn't want to alert anyone by making unwanted noise."
Meera said while wiping her neck with my towel.
I remembered how noisy she had been a few moments ago while getting her pussy penetrated by her returning lover. Well, those noises were not 'unwanted', I thought to myself.
"You seem to have given him a grand welcome." I quipped.
Meera turned her head to me and gave me a soft look. I felt she wanted to speak to me. I waited for her to open up.
"Krish," she said, "am I welcome as you promised me?"
I was drawn to her soft voice and seductive eyes. I remembered the words she spoke to Desai a few minutes ago. “Straightaway.”
I wondered if she was longing to fulfil Desai's fantasy. After all, he was the one who had the guts to fulfil her long-kept fantasy.
"Do you mind if I kiss you, to convey that?" I asked. My body was beginning to become warm again. I knew what I was asking. I knew what she had been doing with her lips - her mouth - a few minutes ago.
"Kiss me," Meera leaned towards me. I barely needed it to lean toward her.
Our lips met and I tasted her lips, along with the sweat off her upper lip.
I thought I would kiss her just a second to live the thrill, but I simply could not take my lips back. I felt her palm behind my head and her mouth opened. I pushed my both lips into her mouth and sucked on her tongue.
"mmm..." she let out a soft moan. I heard it despite the sound of the car.
"You've given him a nice time with your mouth... haven't you?" I whispered when we parted.
Meera was shy. She looked away.
"Tell me," I said.
She nodded.
"Did you let him cum in your mouth?" I asked. I saw a sense of panic in her eyes as if I said something she didn't expect me to imagine.
“No,” she said quickly. "I just sucked him for a few seconds."
"So he didn't get to move it... I mean to fuck your mouth as he loves to do?"
"He did… at the right place."
Meera said. Her eyes were now struggling to meet mine.
"Let's go, Krish." She added before I could speak further.
 
I drove the car out of parking and we were soon on the main road. I suggested having dinner at a restaurant.
"No, Krish." Meera refused. "I can't be seen like this."
"Why?"
I asked and she looked at me. She knew I was teasing her.
"Because anyone would guess what I've been doing a few minutes ago."
She said with a smirk.
"What were you doing?"
I asked with my eyes fixed on her.
Meera pushed me away.
"Keep your eyes on the road, my cucky husband!"
"Do you love to cuckold me?"
I asked.
Meera didn't answer my question.
"Please keep your eyes on the road, Krish."
She said again.
"Well," I said after a while, "I'm glad that your fantasy of having sex in a car has been fulfilled, finally."
"You can thank Susheel for that."
Meera said.
"You can't?"
"You moron, you share everything with him."
"Everything? What else have I shared with him?"
"You know every time he wants me to spit into his mouth."
"And you do?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I think that's the ultimate form of intimacy between us. I don't want to do it with anyone else."
"Wow. I'm privileged." I laughed. "I wonder if there is anything you do for Desai only?"
"Mmm... There's nothing like that."
 
When the car passed a medical shop Meera asked me to stop. I knew she was thinking about buying an emergency contraceptive pill but I still gave her an innocent look.
"I will have to take a pill, Krish. Today is not my safe day."
I looked at her for a moment. I was enjoying the guilty feeling on her face.
"You let him cum inside you?"
"I had no choice."
"I can understand that. But one doubt, did he force you to let him?"
"No, I told him to cum. I didn't want to..."
She paused.
"What happened?"
"Shit. That was the silliest reason. I'm not sure if you'd believe me if I told you."
"Try telling me."
"I let him... Because I didn't want to spoil our car seat. And my dress too."
"That's surely the silliest reason."
"Krish... I know. But going by the past experiences I thought..."
"Yeah... He's got huge balls... His cum load would be heavy. Isn't it."
"Fuck you, Krish."
"So what happened in there? You fucked him or he fucked you?"
"Krish, stop it and buy a pill for me."
She said in a voice faking anger.
 
When I asked the shopkeeper for the pill, he looked at me and then at the car behind me. He was looking at Meera. I turned my head over my shoulder and looked at her. The sweat spots on her neck and shirt were still visible. And her hair was still bearing that dishevelled look. Given the medicine I was demanding, it was anybody’s guess that she was coming straight after rough sex.
Another man at the counter also had a look at her. And then had a weird smile at me.
I nodded back at him slightly.
As I went back to the car with the pill I was aware of the eyes following me to the car. I knew both men were thinking that I had just screwed the woman in the car.
It was stupid but for some strange form of pleasure, I had an instant erection.
 
We bought our dinner parcelled along the way while we reached home in an hour. Meera's clothes were clear of wet spots by then. But as she alighted from the car at our parking I noticed her looking around to ensure nobody was watching her. The wrinkles on her clothes could still tell the story.
Luckily nobody saw us.
 
At home, we decided to have a quick shower followed by dinner. I was hungry.
But as I stood under the shower and water started flowing through my naked skin, I remembered how sweats were flowing along Meera's neck. I could still remember her loud moaning pleasure. 
My mind was filled with joy for Desai's return. Until the beginning of the evening, I hadn't known if he would me and my wife in person. But in a matter of hours, he managed to convince us to meet him. He had managed to restore our damaged friendship. And he had managed to walk away with my wife into a spot where he could conquer her.
There was no wonder why Meera allowed him to conquer her. Because he deserved it. He deserved a grand welcome after being sent away unceremoniously. He deserved a chance to make up for the pleasure he lost in the past three months.
Three months, seven days, and eleven hours.
The man had been counting the months and days and hours.
And what a welcome he gave to Meera, the woman he loved to love one-sided.
He made sure Meera loved every moment of it. I remembered how he made her wait for it. He made her look at his monster dick and probably anticipate the thrill of having it in her married pussy. He then made her touch it and lick it wet despite the congested space in the car. How she begged him to put it into her love hole and start fucking her was simply proof of how much she wanted to reclaim those pleasures. And when he finally entered her, he made sure he did it ever slowly to make her experience every millimetre of his length.
I remembered how my wife was asking him to stop talking, without stopping to fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her nonstop!
I had started to jerk myself. My pace hit the right speed when I remembered the moments of her crying like a baby. In those moments she even let him say those banned words 'I love you’ without being hurt.
She had given him a grand welcome.
She was ready to give him even better.
"Let's go to our place. We will do everything.”  I remembered how she had invited him to our house so that they could spend the whole night together.
And there were many moments when she expressed her desire to have him. He had asked her if her denial to cooperate initially meant anything. And she suggested they did it with clothes on.
She did not hide her excitement when he showed him his throbbing dick. As he made her touch him, he also made her confess that she had missed it. She had sex with me many times in his three months absence, but still, she did not have to think twice before admitting how she craved for him.
“Just do it, Susheel. Just put it inside me.”
I remembered her trembling voice.
“You love the feel of my cock inside you?”
“Yes...”
The rascal Susheel knew what to do exactly to make her literally beg for it.
“Stop talking too much... And don't stop.”
“...Say it.”
“...Fuck me, Susheel.”
Desai had succeeded in achieving his greatest dream, I had to admit. That he would make my wife beg him to shove his dick into her married pussy and fill it with his cum.
But I had no complaint. Because it was exactly what I wanted to happen.
My only regret was that I was still not able to watch it in front of my eyes.
“You can even watch if you want.”
I remembered Desai's words. It was a promise. A promise that I knew Desai was capable of turning into a reality.
If he wanted to, he could have followed us to our home and spent the whole night with Meera. But luckily he had other plans. He was letting me enjoy the night with my wife. I felt.
Now I was going to enjoy this night.
The thought made me stop shagging.
Because if I had to fulfil my wish to see Meera have sex with Desai, then I'll have to send a message that I loved everything she did to Desai. I had to deliver what I had promised her.
“I have always welcomed you back. I will welcome you back, always.”
 
I was forced to stop dreaming and end my shower.
Meera was arranging the food on the table. As we ate dinner I couldn't help but watch her face for signs of tiredness. Or signs of happiness.
Perhaps I didn't know what I was looking for.
"Stop staring like this, Krish. I'm not your neighbour's wife." Meera quipped.
"For a few minutes, you were."
I retorted. Meera giggled.
"Shut up, moron."
 
Later when we hit the bed, when I put my arms around her, Meera brought back the subject.
"Did you think I had become his wife for a few minutes?"
She was looking deep into my eyes. I felt she was going to catch me lying.
"You were his wife for a few minutes, weren't you?"
"No," Meera said quickly, only to add with a naughty smile, "being someone's wife is more of a responsibility. I was just lying down there."
I felt she was still overwhelmed to think that I had let myself think about her becoming Desai's wife. For some reason, it did not upset me. Meera's fingers were making a circle around my neck, and her breasts were firmly pressed against my chest, with a lot of her cleavage on display to my eyes without looking.
"You were just lying down there," I smiled. "And what was he doing? Playing your husband?"
"You are my husband. My only husband."
"But I am sure he must have done things I don't do."
"What's that?"
"You should tell me that."
"No. Never."
"I have a guessing."
"I know you have a lot of guessing."
"How did he feel inside you?"
"Good."
"Just good?"
Meera gave me a pregnant smile. She was not going to speak further, I felt.
"Did he make you cum?"
"No."
"No?"
I pretended surprise. Meera enjoyed my expression.
"He didn't have enough time. He apologized for that."
"And then he must have promised to come back soon."
"No."
"Must have promised himself."
"Possibly."
"Do you have any idea?"
"No."
"But you are going to welcome him back."
"Yes." Meera giggled as she said that.
"In this room?"
"Yes."
"And I will be sleeping in the other room."
I said and kissed her.  It was a short kiss she hesitated to kiss me back.
"Not sleeping," she whispered.
I nodded slowly, "I will be thinking about you."
"Mmm..."
"With my boy in my hand, thinking about how you would be enjoying with him..."
"You will love it, won't you?"
I could sense the increase in her breathing pace.
"I would love to know what you would do with him."
"I will do everything."
"Everything?”
"Everything that you can imagine..."
"I can imagine a lot."
"Mmm..."
"Like your lips... these lips... welcoming his dick... like today."
"Mmm..."
"He will love to push it to the back of your throat...."
"Mmm...but he's softer than what you imagine... I mind you."
"But he loves to fuck your mouth..."
"Slowly… softly…"
"Did he do it today?"
"No. There was no space... and time too..."
"But surely I tasted something different when I kissed  you."
"Don't be so dirty... just be... I mean..."
"Don't you love it when I kiss you... after giving him head?"
"I can't believe how you are even saying it."
"I can be so dirty... I love being dirty with you. It excites me, Meera."
I kissed her. This time her mouth opened readily and we kissed madly.
Soon I pressed her body down on the bed and climbed on top of her. I took her top off quickly and lifted her bra cups even more quickly. Her tits were erect. I went down and started sucking them madly. Meera gasped.
I was being welcomed.
"Didn't I tell you I would welcome you back, always, baby?" I whispered.
My hands had made their way to her hip and started pulling down her night pants.
"I know you will love me always....my Krish. I will be always yours."
She said, lying still, watching me with an astonished look. She loved my excitement.
As I pulled down her pants, I grabbed her panty too along. Meera wasn't expecting that.
“Krish... “ She was alert and quick to place her palm between her legs. It was the same response she had given to Desai when he removed her pants in the car.
“Move your palm. Let me see it. It's mine, isn't it?”
Yes, it was then. I thought. Now it was mine.
"Don't be shy, baby. It's mine, isn't it?"
I asked.
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to see it."
"And then?"
"Let me see first."
"Tell me."
"You know what I will do."
"Not tonight. No.
"Why?
"I can't. No.”
I knew why she didn't want me to put my mouth on it. But the same reason was making me hell-bent on tasting her. I knew she had let Desai fill her pussy with his cum, but it was two hours ago. And I was sure she had cleaned it well when she took bath.
"I know you've let him cum inside you. But it's okay.”
I said.
"Stupid. No.” Meera shook her head. “Please don't force me.”
"Why? This was our fantasy."
"I'm not ready."
"You've washed it, haven't you?"
"Yes, but no. Please. No."
I grabbed her hand and forcefully moved her palm. I saw her clean-shaven triangle and beautiful brown lips. A man's monstrous dick had tortured them that evening, but it had only made it look more special.
I arched inward almost reflexively to get in between her legs, and before Meera could grab my hair, I had landed a soft kiss on it.
"Aaah... Krish..." Her voice rose. "You idiot... don't do this to me..."
"You are gonna love it, baby."
Meera's grab on my hair had become so strong that I could not kiss her pussy again.
"No. Please. I'm serious."
Meera's voice had now become partially stiff. I noticed.
"Are you not going to let me?"
"Not today."
She shook her head.
"Then?"
"Next time."
"Next time?"
"Yes, next time. I promise you. I need time to do this. Please."
I could not force her anymore. But I wasn't disappointed.
"Okay, then the next time."
I said and removed my clothes. I lay on my back and Meera sat up on the bed to start giving me head, and the way she let my dick disappear completely into her mouth made me quickly think she was trying to compensate.
"Are you going to make me cum?"
"Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it."
"I want to make good use of your pill tonight," I said.
Meera stopped a moment to look at me.
"I will feel like a slut if I would do that, Krish. I am sorry. I can't take two men in one night."
I was stunned. I felt a pang of disappointment creeping into my head. Not because she denied my wife. But for naming me and Desai together as ‘two men’. As if we were equal in her life. I deserved to be special, no matter how big his dick was.
"I am sorry."
She said again.
"Don't be," I said. "I can understand."
There was a momentary awkwardness creeping between us. But Meera quickly overcame it by lying next to me and jerking my dick.
"Tonight I'm the one in command, my boy."
She whispered.
"What are you going to do?"
She didn't reply readily. Instead, my dick was wrapped by her delicate fingers. And soon, they were making me harder again. I turned to her and she kissed me. She was darting her tongue into my mouth. I welcomed her and sucked her wet tongue. It was an invitation for me to invade her mouth.
"Treat it like it is my lower lips..." Meera whispered.
My eyes widened.
"Don't you want to lick them?" She asked.
"I am dying to..." I gasped and licked them softly.
"Mmm..." Meera moaned. "Susheel was inside them a few minutes ago. It's fresh..."
She was feeding into my fantasy. As I tried to dart my tongue into her mouth, she kept her lips tight. I had to forcefully stick it in. And then she held her lips in a small circle shape. I grabbed her face with my arms and started moving my tongue in and out of her mouth. Her hand was moving on my dick at an equal pace. In my head, I was fucking her freshly fucked pussy with my tongue. There was no scope for exchanging words. But we were deeply lost in our shared fantasy. And we soon let ourselves elevate into higher lands of pleasure when I felt nearing my peak in her hand. The change of pace in my breathing was sensed by Meera and she soon pushed me down on the bed, and while still jerking my dick she moved her head up and down to continue letting me live the pleasure of licking her pussy.
I soon let out a groan and shot my cum in the air. As I parted my lips to make that pleasure groan, Meera spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and opened my mouth again. Meera's hand was firm around my dick to let it spurt load after load, and she spat again.
"You have enough practice now," she said when my breathing came under control. "Next time, I'll let you eat me in real."
"I'm waiting for it," I said.
She smiled and looked at my dick. It was bathed in my cum. There were cum drops over her fingers as well.
"It's a mess. But it's not our car seat. I can manage." She quipped and wiped it clean with a cloth.
 
The next morning when I was exiting the gym, Venkat, one of the residents who lived one floor down from mine, walked up to me to start a small conversation. I had acquainted him when I moved into the building. But our conversations after that had been limited to basic ones since then for I had observed him a little reserved in social situations. So I was surprised to see him walking up to me. And he was hesitating to leave even after the basic 'hi and how are you're this time.
"You have something to tell me, it seems," I said. "Just tell me what it is."
He wiped his mouth and looked around before deciding to speak.
"Krish, I don't want you to be angry with me. But I want to tell you about something...something about your wife."
My casualness was gone in one second. I was alert the moment I knew it was about Meera.
"Tell me," I said calmly.
"Yesterday, I saw her in the city. On a street near the Capital Shopping Mall. She was with a man. I have seen him before too but I don’t know anything about him. I thought I should tell you about it."
A street near the Capital Shopping Mall. That was the place where Desai and Meera had a very eventful reunion. My heart was suddenly beating harder than when I was jogging on the treadmill half an hour ago.
"What did you see?"
I tried to maintain my face plain.
"I saw them walking together."
Venkat said. His facial expression told me he was expecting me to be shocked by his revelation.
"Walking together?" I stared at him. "And then?"
"Walking together...I mean they were walking together holding their hands. I was surprised to see her there, like that. I think it was not a good sign."
He had certainly missed everything that happened after that. But I wasn't sure if I could breathe easy, yet.
"Why was it not a good sign? Do you think my wife would be having an affair with that man?"
"Oh, no. Krish, don't take me wrong." Venkat was baffled by my reaction. "Please don't be angry with me. You know, I felt watching her walking in public like that was not a good sign. I thought I should tell you about it. I haven't told anyone else. Because I know..."
"Venkat," I smiled at him. "I am surprised that you didn't see me behind them. I was also there, my friend."
"Really?" Venkat looked stared at me in disbelief.
"That man you saw with Meera, his name is Susheel; he's more than a friend. Like a brother to me and my wife. I was also with them. Meera was coming from a long tiring event at work she was tired and felt dizzy. We were walking the road after having coffee. But she forgot her belongings in the cafe so I went back to get them. Susheel was holding her hand to care for her."
"Oh, I am sorry; I always fear the worst at the first sign of anything. I only saw her for a few moments as I was passing by. I am sorry I ended up telling you all this."
"It's okay, Venkat," I said with a smile, cleverly hiding a sense of relief. "I am sure I'll be laughing with my wife over this."
 
Even though I was quick to make up a story to negate his worry, I knew it was sheer luck that he didn't have the opportunity to see the whole happening.
When I went home I told Meera about it. She was shocked.
"We should be more careful while in public with Desai. Else we'll be giving birth to a lot of unwanted stories." I told her.
For Meera, it took her some time before she believed that Venkat hadn't seen anything.
"Never ever I'll repeat that." She kept assuring herself in the end.
 
Desai phoned me at work in the morning hours itself.
"Thanks, bro." He said cheerfully. The energy that I had missed in his voice during the past few weeks' phone calls was back. "Thanks for helping me out with your car."
"Helping you out with my car?" I asked.
Desai laughed.
"Ha. Ha. I am just being humble, Krish. I want to thank you for everything. The whole evening was fantastic. I am sorry I had to leave in a hurry and I didn't call you after that because I didn't want to disturb you. I hope you had a fantastic dinner at home."
He stressed the word 'dinner' and I knew what he meant.
"Yeah, I enjoyed the dinner." I said pleasantly and then added, "but I'm sure it wasn't as spectacular as your evening."
"Don't try to fool me, Krish. I know whose evening was spectacular. I've found out what you did in my car."
I was stunned. I thought I had wiped his dashboard clean well. But I quickly realised it wasn't simply enough. I was also in a hurry.
"What did you find out?"
"My car was full of your drops. But I'm not offended, my friend. Because after all, it was for a good cause. I loved the fact that you were able to enjoy the evening."
I was embarrassed. But being caught masturbating was not a new thing in my life.
"The sound you were causing my wife to make was too much for me to handle, man. I didn't even have to touch myself, I swear. I didn't have the place to manage as you did."
'Well, I didn't have that luxury as well."
Desai said.
"I didn't think you would take it that far. I thought you would share a couple of kisses and some other fun, but you took us by surprise."
"I wouldn't have tried it unless I hadn't heard from you about her fantasy of making out on a car. So I thought why not go for it? There couldn't be a better opportunity. And it clicked. Meera was just fire. Did she take the pill?"
"She did."
"When should I come next?"
His sudden query made me struggle to respond.
"Uhh...What do I say?"
"I couldn't give her a peak. So I'm going to have to meet her sooner than usual."
He was now making plans. I could sense a hurry in his voice.
"Are you going to let me watch?"
I asked, very well aware that my question meant giving consent.
"Making such a promise at this stage would be immature. Meera isn't ready yet."
Desai said.
"When are you planning to visit?"
"I would like to visit within a week. One of my friends has launched a hotel in Pune. A luxurious one. He's been boasting about it. I'm gonna make a visit else I'll have to murder him to stop his torture. So I'll be visiting soon. I'll drop down at your place for dinner if you give me an invitation."
"I know you're no more waiting for an invitation."
"I hope Meera won't kick me out of the house for silly reasons."
He said and I laughed.
"You can do anything, Desai. But please don't mess with her."
When the conversation ended, I was beaming with a thrill. Within a week.
He was going to visit us within a week. I was already having visions of him walking into my bedroom with my wife, with his arm around her. I foresaw Meera holding him close yet in a submissive way.
I leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes and tried to imagine her moans and screams that I was going to hear after that, and they were all intense. I knew I was going to enjoy it.
 
That evening when I met Meera at home, I again thought about the upcoming night when she would become Desai's property once again. I looked at our marital bed and the only thing I could think about was my wife lying in there completely naked, and ready to fulfil every desire of Susheel Desai.
After dinner when we hit the bed, I wanted Meera to share about the last night.
But Meera refused.
She reached between my legs to find my erection and quipped, "You are already up. You don't need to hear my story, baby."
"Please, I deserve to know what happened in that car," I begged.
Meera had started rubbing my dick over the clothes.  I felt she was trying to distract me.
For one moment, I felt an urge to reveal that I already knew everything that happened in the car. But I stopped myself. I knew it would fetch unwanted consequences.
So I tried to reason with her.
"Meera, it's now obvious what we want to do in our life. We have shared our fantasies and we have fulfilled all our fantasies. About yesterday's incident, it's clear what happened. And I was waiting at a few metres distance. So what's there to hide from me?"
Meera took her hand off me and smiled at me.
"Krish, you already know what I can let you know. Knowing anything more about it would no more be fun. It would be dangerous."
"But how?"
"Krish, please. It's my request."
"But tell me what are you scared of?"
"Krish, this is the maximum I can do," Meera said thoughtfully. "I don't want you to seek more pleasure from it. I'm scared about the future...our future."
I was now beginning to feel that she had a big secret to tell me.
"What is it that you are scared of? I just want to know that." I insisted.
"I'm scared that you'll go for more. Yes, we have done everything. But I fear there may be many things you would want to try out. There could be many levels higher than what we can take."
"Such as?" I looked at her. "What level is that?"
"I don't know. I don't want to tell you." She said and we sat in silence for a minute. And then she went on, "there is no end to your fantasies, Krish. To be honest, I am scared of the unknown. We all are scared of the unknown, aren't we? I am scared about your fantasies being fulfilled completely and after that, you lose the sense of satisfaction. I am scared that you will seek more."
"But what is bigger than what we are doing?" I wondered.
Meera didn't have the answer. Perhaps she knew the answer but she chose not to tell me, for the fear of giving me new ideas.
Meera waited for a few minutes and then turned to me.
"Are you disappointed, baby?"
"Saying otherwise would be lying," I said. "But I can see you are trying to keep things under control. So, it's okay. And I know there's no need to jump into anything. Things will go on like this for a while. Especially your man is already planning to make a comeback."
I saw Meera's eyes shining at the revelation.
"Have you spoken to him?"
I was slightly surprised that Desai hadn't tried to phone her throughout the day.
"Yeah, he thanked me for letting me fuck my wife."
Meera laughed and pushed me away, only to lie on my chest.
"Tell me, what did he tell you?"
"He said he could not give you an orgasm yesterday."
Meera was shy and smiling all the way. And she was beautiful.
"He must be regretting it. So I guess it would be happening within a few days. You and him, in this very bed of ours..."
My dick was getting harder as I spoke looking at her eyes. I knew Meera could sense it, but I wasn't afraid. In fact, I wanted her to know how thrilled I was.
"In a few days?" Meera's reaction was far from shocked.
I grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Yes," I whispered. "In a few days."
"But not so soon," Meera said. "Only after Tuesday."
I was slightly surprised.
"What will happen after Tuesday?"
Meera smiled, "I will be on my safe days after that."
"Oh." I was stunned. "So you want him to fill you with his juice."
I felt I could not be dirtier than that.
"Don't you want him to fill your wife like that, baby?"
Meera was just fire. I remembered Desai's words and realised how true they were.
"Do you love me if I tell you I'd love that?"
"I love you always," Meera said and kissed me. I took my sweet time enjoying it before I spoke again.
"Desai told me he's going to visit Pune to have a review of a hotel his friend has launched. After that he's coming to our place for dinner," I said. "But I know it's just an excuse. The moment he walks into this house, the moment he sees you, he would be pulling you to him. And he will kiss you right in front of me. He will grab your ass and tell you how much he missed putting his mouth between them. And he will take you to this room straightaway."
Meera's eyes were burning with desire.
"I can't believe how much you've grown into this." She said. "But I'm starting to love it."
"You'll love it more."
"So you'll just watch him take me to the room?"
"I would love to watch him making love to you, to be honest."
"I know that, my cucky hubby. But you can't do that. Not allowed."
"What if I beg you for that? Please let me."
"No. I am not going to be impressed by your begging."
"What else can I do to impress you?"
"There is nothing."
"Please. There must be something."
"Not in my mind."
"Can I suggest something?"
"Mmm...I know what's in your mind."
"Tell me."
Meera pinched my cheek. "You have sunk into this cuckold fantasy. Very deep. Yesterday you wanted to eat me, didn't you? The thought has started to grow in your head. You are not going to stop it."
"Speaking clearly would be more fun."
I quipped.
"You want to eat me after I slept with him? You think you can impress me like that."
"Will you be impressed by that?"
"No."
"But yesterday you said..."
"I told you. This is in your mind."
"I'm not going to hide what's in my mind."
"But your wish is way over the line. Can you imagine what you are suggesting? You are saying you want to taste his juice from my..."
"No. I don't want that." I said quickly. "I suggest you have protected sex."
Meera stared at me for a second.
"Protected sex?"
"But after you hit your orgasm."
Meera looked at me in disbelief. Slowly she blossomed into a smile.
"So you want to taste my juice?"
"Are you impressed with my wish now?"
Meera giggled.
"But you'll still have the taste of his...I mean, the condom."
"What taste does it have?"
I wondered.
"Okay. I'll tell him to use a flavoured one."
"Are you gonna ask him that?"
"Why?"
"What are you gonna tell him? Buy a flavoured one because your husband wants to taste it?"
Meera laughed.
"You are insanely creative. Why don't you just buy one for yourself and use it with me, and then taste it?"
"That's pretty boring."
"Yeah, I have a hunch that you think having normal sex with me is boring."
"It is not. But I agree, some things are more satisfying than normal sex. Like everything else."
"We'll think about it later. For now, let him visit only after Tuesday."
"You don't want him to use rubber next time?"
"Not me." Meera shook her head. "Him. I'm sure he wouldn't want to wear a condom next time."
"Okay, so I ask him to come on Wednesday?"
"Don't invite him. Just tell him not to visit before Wednesday."
"Yes, ma'am,"
I said.
We lay a few moments in bed without making a move on each other.
"We are not going to have it tonight, are we?" Meera asked after a while.
"Why?"
"I have a hunch." She smiled. "That you are going to leave me untouched for him."
I was surprised by her thought process. It hadn't crossed my mind until then. But then, suddenly I was rooting for it.
"It won't be many days."
I said.
"You know what you are saying? You are keeping your wife hungry for sex...making her desperate for a man... and that is Susheel..."
"The next time..." I said with a teasing smile. "...the next time I know it's going to be a big event. He's gonna give you a lot of pleasure. He's gonna come prepared and I want you to match him every way."
"You are his biggest worshipper," Meera said.
I just laughed.
One thing was no more a secret between us. That we both wanted Desai to visit us as soon as possible. And Desai was fully aware that he had never been in such a welcome ambience in our life.
 


Chapter to be cont'd...

[krish_999]

Chapter 36 cont'd

Monday at noon Desai phoned me and seeing his call was enough to cause my heart beat faster. I thought he was going to tell me when he was planning to land in Pune.

However, he wanted to talk about his earlier plan to open a branch for Vickey Services Agency in Mumbai.
He was suggesting that we move things a little faster as the Maithrei's building had completed construction.
But I was hesitant.
I decided to be honest with Desai and told him that Meera didn't want me to work under him.
"She didn't want me to look at you like you are my boss. You know why this matters to her. I too share the same opinion, because of the twist and turns we've had recently. So I was thinking about quitting, Desai."
I said.
Desai was surprised, as expected.
"I know I should have told you earlier. But I was just thinking about how not to hurt my staff. The guys, their lives depend on this. I was going to request you to find a replacement for me. I tried from my capacity but failed. It's over to you, Desai." I added.
"No," Desai said quickly. "From my side, it's a no, Krish. You've been wonderful as the manager. Just look at the growth of the company, dude. You've not only turned it into a business but also forced me to plan a lot. You know Krish, my plan was never to own your agency. I bought it because of you, and I wanted to take it. I plan to make you the sole owner of it."
I was stunned.
"Desai... Come on..." I tried to speak but Desai went on.
"When you open the Mumbai branch, I will take it. The Pune branch will be yours only."
"But..." I interrupted him. "Why are interested in keeping such a small business?"
I heard him taking a deep breath at the other end of the phone.
"Krish, do you know what's the biggest joy in the world?"
I pretended to think for a few seconds as I knew I wouldn't be able to match the answer he already had in his mind.
"No," I said.
"The biggest joy in this world is planting a small seed and nurturing its sapling and watching it become a big tree."
His reply brought a smile to my face. I couldn't disagree.
Indeed, it is the biggest joy in the world.
"I know how much effort you've taken to grow that little security agency into what it is now. It may look like a struggle but if you look closer, you will understand that it was one of the most satisfying things you've accomplished in your life."
"You are right, Desai."
"I'm damn right, Krish. So listen to me. You are becoming the sole owner of Vicky Security Services.  I have given my word to Maithrei about starting my business in her new building. You are going there. I'm not looking to launch another branch of Vickey Security Services, but a new and bigger one. I need you to set it up, like acquiring all the necessary permissions and licenses. You've got the expertise to do that."
"Okay." I agreed. There was no other way.
"What will I have to do immediately?"
I asked.
"You will have to go to Mumbai. You can take Maithrei along."
"It will take many days."
"You can take as long as you want."
"And Meera?"
"You can leave her with me." Desai laughed and then added, "of course, you can take her along if you want to, my bro."
I laughed too.
"I thought you were serious."
I said.
"I wish I could be," Desai revealed. "In fact, I wish to take Meera to Shimoga. Possibly the next mango season. I want to take a walk with her to my mango farms."
There he was. Talking about my wife.
"I haven't forgotten about when you took her for a walk along the road. Her cries are still in my ears."
"I will let you listen to her while walking through my mango farms."
"When are you going to let me watch?"
"When you ask."
"I'm asking," I said. My heart was beating faster again.
"What's your offer?"
"Come on... I'm letting you..."
"Don't kill the fun okay." Desai interrupted me. "Give me an offer."
"You tell me. What do you want me to do for you so that I can watch you screw my wife, live?"
I said sarcastically.
"Mmm... I will take her on a trip."
Desai said.
"What!" I was surprised. "Where?"
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
Desai was in full swing, revealing his dreams.
"Desai. You're killing me with your dreams."
I said.
"Your dream is killing me too, Krish. Asking Meera to let you watch means I'll have to risk a lot. I haven't forgotten the pain of Meera's wrath, dear."
I laughed, "but she has welcomed you with both hands, hasn't she?"
"Not completely. There's more on that."
"Well, when are you coming over?"
"Tomorrow, if you say yes."
"Meera said only after Tuesday."
I revealed.
"Why?"
"You'll know when you come."
"I'm coming on Wednesday, then. I can't wait for another day."
My heart skipped a beating.
Wednesday. Wednesday it is.
"Wednesday. Okay."
I said.
"But don't tell Meera," Desai said.
"Why?"
"Just to surprise her." He said. "She shouldn't know that she's my dinner on Wednesday."
My heart nearly stopped this time.
His dinner.
My wife was going to be his dinner on Wednesday.
My dick was a rock already. When I ended the phone call, I quickly locked the door and returned to my chair, only to pull out my length. The tip was already wet. I opened the front button of my pants to free it up further and started shagging.  Meera's cries and moans were filling my head again.
“Fuck me, Susheel...  Aaah…huh... Aaah... aah... Ahh... Aaah...”
Imaginary visuals of Meera crying with the pleasure of being taken to heaven started filling my mind. The desire to see it with my real eyes was peaking. I grabbed the mouse on my desk and hurriedly surfed the computer to find the CCTV recording I had found the other day. I had kept the recording copied in a separate folder for convenience. I played it and visuals of Nidhi making love to her boyfriend Sundeep in my car filled the computer monitor. With my throbbing dick in one hand, I skipped the video to the part where the only visual of Nidhi was her feet in the air. Sundeep was fucking her and I imagined it was Desai fucking Meera.
Her moans returned to my head once again, this time more intense. I jerked faster and spurted a huge load on the floor. It was a mess, but it was not a new thing to me.
 
In four days, I had learnt one thing. Meera's decision to part ways with Desai had done more favour to him than we could imagine. We had not only welcomed him back into our fantasies and life, but we had also let him grow into our hearts and skin so deeply that we were waiting for his next showing. I had already let him have sex with my wife but I was dying to let him repeat that. And this time I was ready to let him do anything he wanted and there was no subtleness in expressing my desire to him or her.
In other words, I was becoming a slave to my desire. A part of my mind had started showing signs to become his slave as well.


 
 
When I went home I did not tell Meera about Desai's plan to visit on Wednesday. As he said, I too felt she shouldn't know that she was going to be his dinner.
Tuesday was the slowest day in my life as I waited for Wednesday.
 
Maithrei phoned me and asked me to plan our visit to Mumbai. She suggested we took a cab together.
"I hope you'd enjoy sharing a cab with me." She said.
It was the first time in many months when we were speaking. I wondered if she was thinking about making it into a romantic trip.
"I'd surely enjoy, Maithrei," I replied.
 
In the night I told Meera about Desai's decision to transfer the ownership of Vickey Security Services to me, as a reward for setting up his firm in Mumbai.
"I'll have to work in Mumbai for many days for that. We can go together and spend a good time there." I suggested.
"Are you crazy?" Meera asked. "You'd be very busy visiting government offices seeking permissions and applying for licences. And also hiring teams to set up offices, and ad agencies, even buying your vehicles and getting them painted according to your agency's theme. I can already see you running short of time to finalise your staff's uniform pattern. It's not an IT firm that you are starting. It's a security services agency and Susheel would be planning to launch it as if it's one of the best in the city. He's a man who wouldn't settle for mediocre. I'm sure it’ll take a month at least and you think I'll find time to chill with you that many days?"
I was stunned by the quickness of her calculations. I had been making a list of things to do in Mumbai for the last 36 hours to set up the agency and Meera had thought up all of them in an instant. I could only watch her mouth in awe.
"What are you staring at me?" Meera asked. "Don't be disappointed that I'm not coming, baby."
She sat with me on the sofa and caressed my face. "After you set up all this, we'll surely have a vacation. You'll be the boss in your office so you can decide. We won't go to a busy place like Mumbai. We'll find a foreign country where we can spend a few days... enjoy some serene scenes by the river or sea."
As she mentioned spending time by the sea in a foreign country, Desai's words came to my mind.
"To a foreign country where I can take her to a beach. Just Meera and me. I want to lie down on the sand and watch her walking toward me with her lovely smile. I want her to lie next to me and let me hold her. I want to make love to her, lying on the sands."
I wondered if he was the one going to fulfil Meera's dream once again. This time it didn't thrill me.
 
In the night when I went to sleep, I closed my eyes and thought about the possibility of Desai taking Meera to a foreign country. He would promise to bring her back to me, for sure. But what if he didn't? I had no plan to give in to his dream but I still thought about the aftermath of such an event. I kept pondering the possibility of Desai convincing Meera to continue to stay with him, in that unknown foreign city. My thoughts were stupid but equally dreadful.
 
In the middle of all these thoughts, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was Wednesday.
The first thing I thought after waking up was about the night.
Tonight, Desai is going to be here.
Either in my room or the other room, Desai would be sleeping with my wife. And this time, I would not need him to secretly phone me. I was sure I would be listening to their lovemaking from the hall itself.
"What are you day dreaming, mister?" I heard Meera asking me. She was standing next to the bed and watching me.
"I was thinking about the dinner," I said. "Dinner with Desai."
Meera giggled.
"I knew you were thinking about it. It's the only thing you can think about until it's over."
"Which room it will be?"
I asked.
"Shut up and go to your gym," Meera instructed with a serious face. But I could see she was faking that face. I could clearly see she was also thrilled about the night.
 
It happened to be a busy day in the morning with a couple of enquiries turning into serious proposals. It was a fruitful day. At noon, I thought it was a bright day.
 
At around 4 pm Nidhi entered my office with a shy smile.
"Are you busy, Krish sir?"
It took me one second to know why she was smiling.
"I know why you're smiling, girl." I said.
Nidhi bit her lips.
"You have a date?" I asked.
"Sort of."
She said.
"Promise me you won't spoil my car seat."
I said and placed my car key on the desk.
"I'll get it cleaned." She retorted.
"By Sundeep?"
"By Sundeep." She giggled and grabbed the key. "Without you sir, I'd have died a virgin."
I was astonished by her audacity to talk like that.
"How many times would you lose your virginity?"
I asked.
"This time I'll tell him to do it properly."
She said and ran away with the key.
 
It wasn't the first time she went on a date with Sundeep after the other day when she had sex with him in my car. But those days were actual coffee dates. A couple of times I had teased her that my car was lying idle. Initially, she was very shy to talk anything about. But eventually, she was able to counter me with smart replies. However, our naughty banter never made it to the level of getting too personal with each other. In other words, we were like good friends who knew all the secrets about one another.
But of course, she never knew my secrets.
The moment she left my office, I turned on the CCTV visual from the parking lot on my computer screen. For a few minutes, I watched my car lying in the parking. My curiosity was peaking and then I saw her walking into the scene. My heartbeats rose and I felt a sense of anticipatory pleasure when I saw Sundeep in a black shirt right behind her.
I noticed one thing at this moment. Nidhi's attire was a yellow shirt and black pants. The style of her clothes was the same as Meera's when she had sex with Desai in my car. I was amused that I was going to witness Nidhi have sex with her boyfriend in the same car, wearing a similar style of clothes.
Both Nidhi and Sundeep were busy watching the whole area before getting into the car. I saw Nidhi looking toward the CCTV too, but she casually ignored it. She was surely under the impression that the CCTV was not working. I could only thank her for her carelessness.
But only I knew that I had taken the pain to clean the outer glass of it to get the visual clear after the last incident.
The moment Nidhi and Sundeep entered the back seat of my car I knew I was going to watch the action live, with a clearer view this time.
 
But the very next moment, my phone rang. It was Desai. I hated to be distracted at the moment and I hesitated to take it. I knew why he was calling.
I knew he must have arrived in the city. He must be calling to tell me that he would be joining me for dinner. I knew what he was going to do after that. And I knew I was not going to miss it anyway.
I checked the phone but quickly turned it into silent mode, thinking about all the waiting I had to do since last Thursday. My eyes were glued back to the computer screen and I zoomed in the camera to the rear windshield to get a full visual on my screen.
The couple spent hardly a few seconds talking, before hurrying to start kissing. It seemed they were waiting for a long for this opportunity.
Sundeep's intention was clearly visible from the start itself, as he quickly started licking around her neck. Nidhi's face was upwards and I saw her giggling.
Then they looked at each other. Then Nidhi looked around. And then she removed her shirt. I saw the top side of her bra-clad body partially hidden by her hair.
I felt my body becoming warm. It became further warmer as I saw Nidhi taking off her bra. Even though I could see only a glimpse of it here and there, the impact was equal to seeing it fully as I was very well aware of the size of her small yet beautiful sized breasts. She kept the bra over the back seat. The white bra looked like a cupped one. I wasn't surprised as I had noticed that her breasts were slightly larger than usual in the morning. I was aware that she used to wear a padded bra with certain types of clothes.
Sundeep's head had gone down to her chest, and he was busy sucking her breasts. Nidhi was giving him no restrictions. I saw her looking around and adjusting her hair in place while letting Sundeep suck them as he wished. Nidhi was giggling in response to his moves.
The tightness in my pants was growing and there was no way I could leave it idle. I got up from my chair to lock the door and when I returned to my chair, I had my fingers wrapped around my throbbing length.
 
My phone had started vibrating again. I chose to ignore it and slowly started jerking my dick. Sundeep's mouth was taking turns in containing Nidhi's soft melons and I saw her giggles vanishing and her face becoming serious. His playfulness was surely giving her some pleasure. Sundeep got up only after a while and he quickly worked to unbutton his pants. Nidhi waited with her eyes fixed on his lap where her head soon went down.
The man had come up with a plan. And the girl knew what she wanted to do. They were clearly in sync with what they were going to do this time. Nidhi's head started moving up and down and I saw Sundeep breathing hard with the heavenly experience. His one hand rested between the headrests of the seat and with his other hand, he slowly caressed Nidhi's hair. Nidhi took breaks between, and the blowjob lasted longer than I anticipated. There was no hurry at all. I was equally visible when Nidhi sat back and allowed Sundeep to remove her pants and position himself between her legs. Nidhi's head went down to the seat as she lay down, and her feet were in the air. I thought it would be the same pose Meera had presented her body to Desai the other day. Sundeep's body movements told me how he was pushing his dick into his girl. My jerking had become smooth with help of the leaking precum. As Sundeep started moving, my only regret was that I was not able to see Nidhi's reaction to his dick entering her pussy.
My phone rang again. Even the vibration was disturbing me now. I grabbed it quickly intending to reject it. But seeing that the call was from Meera, I pressed the silent button again to stop the vibration first and then put the phone on DND mode.
I didn't want to lose the live action, even for a minute.
After fucking Nidhi for close to a couple of minutes, Sundeep changed his pose as if he was listening to my thoughts. He got Nidhi up and she leaned over the back seat, still watching the surrounding through the windshield glasses. Sundeep was getting behind her. This time I could see Nidhi's face and her full breasts on the screen. And I saw the moment when Sundeep re-entered her. That change in her facial expression, that of letting the pleasure take over her body, was a fabulous sight.
Sundeep started moving his hip behind her and Nidhi's eyes were closed, but the facial expression was nothing short of breath-taking. It was swiftly shifting between the pain and the pleasure. The pain of his dick going all the way into her tight pussy and the pleasure of her love hole being adjusted to his growth. As Sundeep soon grabbed the headrest of the seat and started pumping harder, her body started shaking. Her bra fell to the seat. But she didn't care. She was in another world. I saw Sundeep's hand reaching to caress her breasts. And then, she turned to kiss him. I saw them kissing and still fucking. The girl had lost herself to lust and pleasure.
My hand was moving faster and the scene was too much for me now, and I came. I quickly grabbed a plain paper and held it in front of my dick to avoid making a mess. When I finished I wiped myself clean.
Sundeep was going faster now and Nidhi was on the verge of cumming. The pace peaked soon, and then Sundeep stopped moving all the way. I guessed that he had come. I was not able to see his face.
My eyes were fixed on Nidhi and I saw a pang of disappointment on her face. Though the reaction lasted for a fraction of a second, it was beautiful. She was panting. Sundeep pulled out quickly and fell to the seat.
 
The show was over.
Sundeep lay in the seat for a moment. Nidhi too took her time before she started wearing the clothes. She was now looking around again to see if anyone was around as if suddenly getting back to her senses.
My dick was still hard and I felt I could do one more round of jerking. But I chose to stop, with one part of my mind thinking that I was going to see my wife in action very soon.
Desai must have landed in Pune and his dick would have started getting an erection in anticipation of the night. I thought.
Nidhi and Sundeep got dressed before coming out of the car. Now Sundeep seemed to be in a hurry, as if suddenly aware of the time they had spent in the car.
He left right away. Nidhi started walking back to the office.
I unlocked my door before proceeding to the attached bathroom. I returned with a sense of hurry to welcome back the girl.
 
I went to the front office and saw one of our security instructors waiting in the lounge. He got up to see me. I was speaking to him when Nidhi returned and she avoided looking at me directly. But the moment she got to her seat in the front office, our eyes met. We both didn't smile. But we stared for a few seconds. And it felt like we had conveyed a lot of secrets between us within those seconds. In the end, I saw a small smile on her lips, and it was very naughty. She gestured at the car key in her hand, and I gestured back to keep it with her only.
After I finished talking to the instructor, I returned to my office. Nidhi followed me and forwarded the key to me.
What's the hurry? I asked instead of taking the key. Come inside.
I invited her to sit on the seat in my office.
"You seem tired as if you had a long drive."
I said and watched her biting her lips, struggling to contain her embarrassment. But she sat on, making me believe that she wanted to sit there.
I opened the refrigerator and poured some bottled juice into a glass.
"Take it. You need it." I said and placed the glass on the desk.
Nidhi smiled at me.
"You are embarrassing me." She said first and then took the drink. "But yes, I need it."
She finished it in one go and looked at me. I smiled and quickly refilled it.
"So it was really good, I guess."
Nidhi kept smiling while drinking the juice. She stopped halfway this time.
"Yes."
She said proudly and wiped her lips.
She took time to finish the drink. I chose not to poke further and we had an 'off topic' conversation after that.
 
It was only after she went back to the front office I touched my phone. There were many missed calls. Two from Desai and four from Meera. I guessed Desai would have phoned her after his call to me went unanswered.
 
I chose to dial Desai's number first.
"Hi Krish," I heard his voice soon.
"Have you landed?" I asked, without caring to exchange pleasantries.
"Yeah, I have," Desai said with a long breath. "You were too busy, what happened?"
"An important meeting. My phone was in DND mode. Have you reached the hotel, I mean your friend's hotel?"
"Yeah."
"How is it?"
"Great," I heard his slight laughter. "It was a great experience."
"What about dinner? When are you coming over?"
"Very soon. I will be there very soon, bro. I'm very excited about the dinner."
As he was talking I heard a phone ringing in his background. It sounded familiar to me. It was Meera's ring tone. It lasted a few seconds only as someone silenced it. An alarm went off in my head as I felt Desai was in the hotel suite with someone.
"Is Meera there?" I thought. But I had spoken the words too.
"Yes, she's here," Desai said with a giggle. "She's sitting in my lap."
I was stunned.
What the fuck has happened?
"What is she doing there? Where are you?" I didn't know what to ask.
There was the sound of his phone being exchanged hands. I heard Meera's voice next.
"Krish, when are you coming home?"
I felt she was panting.
"Meera, have you slept with him already?"
I couldn't shake my disappointment. I wanted her to understand how I felt.
This is betrayal.
My mind was screaming.
"What?" Meera was taken aback. "No! Why do you ask that, Krish?"
Her voice was stiff.
She is lying.
"This is not what I wanted, Meera," I said, hardly paying attention to her denial.
"What are you saying, Krish?" I heard Desai's voice. He was listening to my voice from a close distance. After all, she was sitting on his lap. He must be lying on the bed. Was she riding his cock?
"Why didn't you guys tell me you were going to meet already?"
"Krish," Meera's voice told me she was alarmed already. "I tried to tell you. I phoned you many times."
"Yeah, we tried many times, Krish," Desai said too. His voice was clear. Meera had put the phone on speaker.
"No, Desai. I feel betrayed. To be honest, that's what I feel."
There was silence from the other side for a few seconds. And then Desai spoke.
"What happened, Krish?"
"I didn't take the phone call, yes. But that doesn't give you the freedom to meet anywhere and fuck around."
"Krish, please." Meera's voice was soft.
"Don't try to pacify me, Meera." I maintained my stiff voice.
"Krish, please. It's my mistake." Desai said. "I had planned to take you both to the hotel. But you didn't take my call and Meera did. I told her I will get you along as well. I picked her up from her office but you continued to be out of reach. She was also trying to call you. That's how we went to the hotel without you. It's not her fault."
"I'm not saying that, Desai." I turned to him. "I am talking about her sleeping with you. I know I've shared my wife with you many times but they were all in my presence. I am not against you and him visiting a hotel to review its aesthetic value of it. But I am totally against the idea of you walking into a random place without my knowledge and starting to make out."
"No, we didn't make out."
Desai said.
"How can I believe you?"
"This conversation feels strange to me, Krish. You have to believe. Why would I lie?"
"Because I'm questioning you. I can hear Meera breathing."
"That's because we were just wrestling for fun. In this room, there is a bean bag. Big, but two people can't sit together. The scramble for it ended up in a little wrestling match. That's when you called. There's nothing else."
"I am sorry, Krish," Meera said in a weak voice. "I am sorry for creating this confusion. I didn't come here to be with Susheel. I know he's coming for dinner, isn't he? I was hoping you'd join us eventually. But our calls were not received and that's why this all happened. I am sorry I played a little wrestling in this room...I guess that's why you are so angry. I understand why Susheel is unable to get you; he might be thinking because we are at this level now."
"He's right, Meera. We are at this level. Maybe he's feeling there's nothing new in it. He might be looking to have it anywhere. Logically yes, there shouldn't be an issue; he was coming to our home and he was going to have it anyways. But there's a difference, baby."
"I understand the difference, Krish. Don't worry. I have it under control. I'm sorry you ended up thinking too much."
Meera's words had a drastic impact on me unlike Desai's. Desai was not getting what I was saying. But Meera understood exactly what I was trying to convey.
After all, she was right. I thought. If I had taken those calls, she wouldn't have gone with him alone.
I took a deep breath.
"I'm glad that you understand my concern. Now if you're done with reviewing the suite, please leave. I'll be waiting for you."
I said and hung up the phone.
I felt I should have dictated some kinda rules to them.
 
I had already told Nidhi that I would be leaving early in the evening. But I didn't leave early. My mood was far from what I had been anticipating since morning.
I felt I was about to be backstabbed.
My wife had gone to welcome Desai to the hotel room and was involved in a 'little wrestling' with him to claim space on a bean bag.
That's all it starts. I thought.
Half an hour later, Meera phoned me and told me they would be late by an hour than expected as Desai wants to buy a bean bag for her.
What the hell is about a beanbag? I thought in frustration. But I said it's okay.
I left my office at the usual time. Nidhi asked me if I was not leaving early. I said there was a commitment at home but it was cancelled.
When I reached home Meera and Desai were not there. I spent more than an hour waiting for them. I sat on the couch in the hall and tried to guess places Desai would have taken Meera for shopping.
I felt it was a new beginning. My wife had started seeing him without my involvement. I was no more part of this.
Is it a new beginning?
I didn't want to face that question.
 
An hour later, I heard the doorbell. I opened it and stared at Desai’s happy face. I saw Meera right behind him. I couldn't help but have a close look at her face. Perhaps I was looking for signs to ensure she wasn't in bed with him.
There was none and I smiled at them both.
"Come in, guys." I welcomed them.
Desai came forward and hugged me. I saw a guy behind Meera, holding a big package. It was the bean bag.
"What's the new craze about this?"
I wondered when the delivery guy left after placing the bean bag in the hall. With a combination of black and brown, the bean bag looked aesthetically pleasing.
"Meera loved it when she saw it in the suite. She even fought with me to sit on it."
Desai said.
"Liar," Meera said. "I just wanted to sit on it once."
"Why were you wrestling with him then?" I asked.
Meera came to me and suddenly hugged me.
"I am sorry for hurting you, Krish." She whispered. Her voice was changed.
I was stunned. But her warm hug was soothing.
"You didn't hurt me," I said and looked at her face. "I should have told you about it."
I turned to Desai. "I should have told you, that there have to be some rules. You must respect it."
"What is it?"
Desai asked.
I felt Meera's arm make a circle around me. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me too.
"I can see you guys are together now," Desai said. "Does it mean I'll have to walk out again?"
"No." I laughed a little.  "The rule is," I said, "if I have to tell you, then it is that no sex in my absence."
Desai looked confused.
"You mean to say only in your presence?"
"I mean to say only here, in this house. When I am present in the house."
"Okay," Desai smiled. "I was scared a little because Meera would have never accepted it, I mean she's not comfortable being watched."
"Yes, she's not," I said and looked at Meera.
"You guys are setting rules to share me. What is happening here, what am I doing here?"
She moved away from me and sat on the couch.
Desai too sat on the couch, right next to her.
"We need to move on. What's the plan for dinner?"
I asked.
"I have no plan to enter the kitchen tonight." Meera smiled. "That's my plan."
"I'll make the online order." I grabbed the phone.
"I need to change. I'll take a shower first." Meera said and walked to our bedroom.
I and Desai continued to sit on the couch and had a small chat. I asked about his fight and he asked about my office. Eventually, I shared the doubt that I had been carrying since evening.
"I want you to be honest with me, Desai. If I hadn't called you at the right time, would you guys have ended up having sex in the hotel suite?"
Desai smiled, "to be honest, yes."
My eyes widened at his revelation.
"Meera might not have this opinion, though." He added. "Because when I asked her to join me for the hotel visit, she was hesitant. She agreed to come only when I promised her that I was going to ask you also to come. It was supposed to be a friendly social evening. We both were trying to reach you while going to the hotel. But at the hotel, when we saw the bed and the cosy set up, I was staring at her and the bed and her. She laughed it off though, saying don't be greedy. I asked her if she was going to say no to me today. She said she had told me yes six days ago. And when we had a little fun fight for sitting on the bean bag, I thought we were going to kiss. One kiss would have got us there."
"Why would she sit in your lap?"
I asked.
"She asked me to move and I said no. I suggested she sit on my lap, asking her to tease me about how she's gonna sit on me at night. She said men are always thinking about sex, but she sat in my lap. And you know, she told me she would ride me like that. That's the moment I decided to buy the bean bag."
I looked at the bean bag.
"So you bought it to screw my wife on it," I said with a sigh. "But I wonder how you would do that. It won't be fun."
"It will be fun. I'll make sure of that."
"How?"
"You'll be able to listen to everything. I'll make the call..."
"No," I said quickly. "I don't want to listen, tonight."
He was surprised.
"Then?"
"I'll just be happy with the feeling. It's in my head. I can imagine."
I said. I didn't want him to listen to it with his permission. I was confident that I was going to listen to it because of the holes in the door. Whichever room they chose to sleep in.
"Wow." Desai nodded his head. "What if I record the sound and then send it to you later?"
"No. That's not required. I told you, it's okay. I don't need to listen to it every time. I'll watch one day though."
Desai sighed. "Okay, as you wish."
He leaned back and then got up.
"I too need a shower." He said and looked at me. "Do you mind if I join her?"
I was amused.
"Do you think she'll let you?"
"Why not?" He asked confidently. "She's gonna enjoy it."
He said and proceeded to the bedroom. He entered the room and turned to wave his hand at me and then closed the door. I wasn't expecting that. I felt Meera was still in the room. Joining her in the shower was just an excuse to join her in the room.
What would he tell her this time? I wondered. Your husband sent me here? I was sure he would say something like that.
I checked the time. It was close to nine. I felt Desai was trying to make good use of the time before dinner.
Hell. I thought. How many times does he want to bang my wife in one day?
He had already had sex with her in the hotel suite. And he's going to have her again after dinner, for the whole night. But he was still greedy.
I got up and walked over to the door. There was no sound coming.
I came back to the hall and turned off the ceiling fan. I thought a slow movement was distracting me.  I closed the door from the hall to the balcony to avoid any sound from outside. I returned to the bedroom door and tried to listen.
But there was no noise.
I even pressed my ear to the hole in the door. Still nothing.
 
Desai's phone started ringing in the room, probably lying in the bed. But it went unanswered. I was sure that Desai was not in the room.
"Do you mind if I join her?"
I remembered Desai's words.
Has he joined her in the shower?
After Thursday's car event Meera had told me that Desai's dreams were not over. Bathing together and screwing each other under the shower could be just another fantasy Desai wanted to fulfil now.
And there was nothing wrong with what they were doing now. I had given them permission to have it whenever I was present in the house.
My only disappointment was that despite having all the calculations, I was still being denied the pleasure of listening to it secretly. I could only rue my overconfidence for refusing Desai's offer to allow me to listen through phone calls.
Suddenly something came to my mind.
There was still one option. I could try to listen from the outside.
I went to the balcony from the hall. The balcony light was switched off so there was enough darkness to feel comfortable spying in my bathroom. I still leaned over the pabangt to see that my neighbour’s balcony was empty.
The ventilation window of the bathroom was as usual at a higher position. The slopped glass panes were slightly open and I knew I had a great chance to hear the sounds from inside. But the problem was that the balcony ended two feet short of the window. But I had to try. I had to take the risk.
I climbed onto the pabangt and leaned towards the water pipeline passing near the window. I placed my one foot on the pipe coupling of another pipe, probably that of drain water. 
"Look at the size; I'd like to take a photo of this."
I heard Desai's voice. My heartbeats rocketed to the peak in one instant.
There was no sound of water. They were not pretending to be taking a bath. 
My mind had started beaming with anticipation from the moment I heard his voice because I had realised that I could hear them. Then only I tried to grasp the meaning of what he was saying.
"You want to take a print and keep it in your bedroom?" It was Meera's voice.
Her voice was not as loud as Desai's. But I could make out the words she spoke clearly. I was still dying to see what they were doing.
"You are a wonder, baby. Look at it, it reaches your forehead. And it disappears into you completely. It seems you are perfect for me, for this." Desai was saying.
"You are perfect for me too."
"Then what about Krish? He has a smaller one."
"No comparison, mind you."
"Aaah... Just move your tongue over there again...mmm...aaahh... You are a goddess. I'm a devotee...."
"Haha... Stop making me laugh.... I'll lose concentration."
The gap between the sentences she spoke made me guess she was sucking his dick.
"No, seriously. I am your devotee." Desai said.
"But how is it that I'm the one worshipping you right now?"
"I'm going to show what true worship is, tonight."
"That's promising."
"Why did you say no comparison between me and Krish?"
"Because I don't want to."
"But you know that I always look to excel myself and take pride in my excellence. He's a friend... My brother... But I'm just enjoying the fact that I'm better than him when it comes to sex."
For one moment I felt glad that I was listening to this conversation. The next moment I felt jealous because my wife didn't challenge his claim.
"You can take pride but don't need to tell me."
"Are you hurt, baby?"
"No. I don't want to do things he wouldn't enjoy."
"So kneeling in front of me and shoving my dick into your throat is surely something he would enjoy."
"He would. You know that, don't you?"
"I also know that he must be jerking himself now."
"Let him do that... Just be grateful that he let you do this."
"Give some credit for me too."
I heard a giggle from Meera, "Yeah, you've seduced me. Happy?"
"Mmm... Your lips have become so soft. I'm going to eat it."
"Mmm.... I'll give you chance after this."
"I want you to sit on my face and feed me like you did the other day."
"On the bean bag?"
"That will come later. After dinner."
"Let's go over there, Susheel."
Meera was inviting Desai to the room. She was making no pretence of being passive. 
"The bed and bean bag are for later... after dinner... I won't let you sleep. Oh, your tits..."
Desai's words had become a mumble. I thought I didn't hear something he said. I was itching to see what they were doing. I looked down. Below my feat was the parking floor, two storeys down.
But I had to take the risk. I carefully placed my both feed on the pipe coupling. I placed my left hand on the lower edge of the window and the right around the water pipe. Then slowly I pulled my body up. The pipe was wet in parts and I knew it was dangerous. But no amount of fear would dissuade me from witnessing a moment of absolute intimacy between my wife and her lover.
I pulled myself up more than a foot from the clamp and quietly brought my face above the lower edge of the window. 
My breathing had stopped even before I saw Desai's head. I pulled myself up a little more. Now I saw them both. They were kissing!
They were standing face to face, completely naked and they were kissing non-stop. Desai's hands were at her sides and Meera's hand was, well, her right hand was on his dick. She was holding it and slowly turning her palm around her. She was just pleasuring him with a gentle massage. His mouth was attached to Desai's, and I saw their tongue invading each other's mouths. Desai was bending forward to bring his face to the same level as Meera, compensating for the disparity in the size of their bodies.
The kiss only grew intense even as Desai bent forward further, and started kissing my wife's neck. He then moved his open mouth and tongue up to her mouth, sweeping her chin area with his tongue. It was gross but insanely arousing to watch. Desai let her breathe after the kiss.
"Lick me now." I heard him whispering.
Meera licked across his mouth.
"More, all over me." He said again.
This time Meera stuck her tongue out and licked his entire face. I watched in awe and even more envy as her long tongue drenched his face in saliva. Meera's tongue wandered all over his face and finally found his mouth. He consumed her tongue with increased lust.
I felt my body weight increase. It was probably my dick that was gaining weight. My hand was losing strength with each passing moment but I didn't want to stop looking.
"I can't have enough of your tongue, baby." Desai was saying. They spent a moment looking at each other as if waiting for each other's next move. Meera was the first one to move, as she shifted her eyes to his chest. She ran her left hand over it, her right one still on his dick, and brought her lips to his broad chest. She brought her mouth to his nipple and sucked it lightly. Her hand was running all over his chest as if admiring his muscular body.
I felt I should take a break to gain some strength. But Meera's next words made me skip my need.
"Take me, Susheel... please."
I gathered all my body strength onto my arms and kept watching. Desai turned Meera around to face the washbasin. They were looking at each other through the mirror now. Desai placed his hands on her shoulder and slowly pushed, and Meera readily bent forward, over the table-mounted washbasin. She first grabbed onto the edge of the ceramic basin, before lowering her body further down and placing her palms on the marble table on either side of the basin. I noticed her firm breasts hanging freely just over the washbasin. Desai stood very behind her, and I saw his dick, having attained the strength to stand parallel to the floor. I couldn't help but marvel at the size and the strangely thick middle portion of it, with the never ending anticipation of the truth that I was going to witness the sight of my wife's coveted pussy getting invaded by all of it. Desai placed his arms at her shoulders again and then slowly ran them down along the back of her torso, making Meera bend further down, in a completely submissive body language.
"Oh, my Meera." Desai gasped with his eyes on her ass. "The pleasure of seeing this is not going to end in one lifetime."
His hands had reached her almost non-existent love handles.
Meera looked up and smiled at him through the mirror.
"Well, you only have a lifetime."
She quipped and lowered her head again.
"Mmm...huhh…"
Desai nodded and moved forward. He put his right palm under his dick and slowly brought it between her ass cheeks. I feared he was going to shove it into her ass hole. If he did that, I was sure Meera's cries were going to be heard outside, even inviting the attention of my neighbours. If they came to see what was happening, there was every possibility that they would see me hanging from the ventilation window.
However, before I could worry too much I saw Desai bending his knees to lower his hips. He was bringing the head of his shaft to the entrance of her pussy. And making me stop blinking, he pushed it slowly. I saw the round head of his dick disappearing between them. From where I was looking I could not see where it was moving in but I just knew it. I thought Meera let out a soft moan. And Desai paused.
"Look at me, my love." He said with his eyes fixed on Meera through the mirror. Meera's head was down with the anticipation of a pleasure invasion. She looked at him quickly.
"I want to see you, baby." Desai went on. "This moment never tires me. I want to watch you fall in love with this moment, with this." He said and pushed in all the way!
I watched Meera's face almost beginning to change into a cry. I could even see her eyebrows drawing together, merely with the anticipation of the feel of his monster being pushed into her. And the moment Desai shoved it all the way in, I saw her lips forming a circle and letting out a loud moan.
"Huhhh!!"
That was the moment I saw my wife falling in love with his body. It was chilling.
Suddenly I felt wetness seeping between my palm and the water pipe I was holding. Before I could locate the source of the water flow and figure out how it was loosening my grip, my hand began to slide down the pipe. I tried to land my right foot on the pipe coupling, desperately, to avoid falling. But the coupling was not where I thought it would be. With that, my body weight became too much for my left arm to support alone, and I lost my grip on the window ledge in an instant.
Before I could realise what was happening, I had fallen.
I fell on the interlocking tiled floor of the ground floor parking lot. I heard something snap as the back of my leg hit a cement pot with a dried plant in it. I could not make out if it was my bone that broke or the flower pot. My body just felt like it was broken into many pieces. The pain was beginning to spread through my body.
Before I realized what had happened and could seek help from anyone, I blacked out and lost consciousness.

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Chapter - 37

When I opened my eyes, I was on the way to the hospital. I could hear the ambulance siren wailing. Someone was trying to wake me up and he was relieved to see me opening his eyes.

"You're okay Krish, don't worry."
He said. It took me a moment to recognise him. He lived on the first floor of the building. But I could not remember his name.
"Yeah, I'm alright."
I said. The pain was making my head spin.
He turned to the front side of the ambulance.
"He's okay. He's okay."
"What happened? How did you fall?"
"I... slipped. I slipped from the balcony."
Meera's fully naked body and her cry when Desai's dick entered her pussy flashed in my head. Suddenly I felt severe pain on the left side of my head. It probably reflected on my face.
"Don't worry, Krish. We'll soon reach the hospital."
He turned to the front of the vehicle.
"Have you decided on the hospital?"
"His wife called. She has told us the hospital."
I heard someone reply.
Hearing about my wife again brought my memory back. 
Has she finished the shower? Has Desai finished his round one? 
I wanted to know the time. I wanted to know how long I had to lie on the floor before being taken to the hospital. I wanted to know if the shower sex between my wife and Desai was completed or interrupted. At the same time I couldn't believe that even during the pain, I was worried about such things. Perhaps it was what kept me awake.
 
When we reached the hospital and the doctor met me, he had the same opinion.
"It's good that you've woken up Krish. You'll be safe now. You'll be perfect."
He said.
Another one, who just entered the room checked my eyes.
"You're going to be alright, Mr Krish."
He said.
I acknowledged with my eyes.
I slept through the treatment. It took many hours and when I opened my eyes, I could not sense pain. I was informed about a fracture in my limbs. The fracture on my leg was bigger than that on my hand. Sometimes I knew they were using surgical knives and scissors on my legs but I could not feel it. There was no pain. When I woke up, I saw green curtains at my sides. There were no fans above me.
"You are in the ICU, Mr Krish. You are alright. You'll be here for a while but you are alright."
The doctor said with a smile.
My right hand and right leg were plastered.
After a while, I was allowed to meet Meera. She looked like she had cried a lot. She smiled seeing me but then started crying again. She put her hands on my chest and kissed my neck.
"You scared me, Krish."
I heard her whisper.
A nurse offered Meera a chair and walked away. Meera wiped her tears and sat on the chair. I noticed Desai standing behind her.
"What did you do, man?"
He asked.
I told him what I had told everyone else.
"I slipped. When I stepped on the doormat; I think it was wet."
"Don't worry. We've got you, man. You're safe. Just a couple of fractures... That's it. You'll be walking soon."
He said my neighbours who helped to bring me to the hospital had left after waiting for hours.
"Which hospital is this?" I asked.
It was a multi-speciality hospital seven kilometres from my house.
"I have many friends here. They are the best. You'll recover soon, bro."
Desai said.
 
Meera was sitting silent and Desai said he would wait outside. I noticed him pressing her shoulder softly as a gesture of assurance before leaving.
 
"There is no wet doormat in our balcony, idiot. Get your facts right." Meera said and leaned forward to bring her face close to mine. "Idiot!"
I knew I was caught. I could fool the whole world but not my wife.
"You were trying to see what I was doing in the shower. That's why you did this circus. You moron. I knew you had become blind but now you've proven that you've become dumb too. Totally dumb...no, insane."
Her eyes were burning now.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said.
"Come home, I'll show you what you want to see. I will put a sofa in the room, next to the bed. You want to watch it, don't you? I will let you watch."
I knew she was just rumbling because of anger.
"Are you?" I asked with a smile.
"Yeah, but only after killing you with my hands. You are a hopeless cuckold, Krish. I hate to see you like this. I'm losing hope that you'll ever change."
Tears were rolling from her eyes. She wiped them quickly. I wanted to ask if I was the only one having fun in this. But I refrained, for the fear of pissing her off further.
"I can't forgive...I can't get over the fact that I was having sex with him when you were lying on the floor there... You know when they pressed the doorbell I thought you'd answer it. So I didn't care about the doorbell. Neither did Susheel. But they pressed the doorbell again and again. We came out and I was looking for you. I thought you were in the other room or something. I yelled your name. But then I learnt what... when I opened the door they told me you were found lying in the parking lot…unconscious. We rushed to the ground floor but they had already taken you to the hospital. Oh my God! You have no idea how I felt then. There were innumerable thoughts…fucking shit. I can’t tell you how much I worried, Krish. Susheel was trying to calm down me. He asked the guys there to contact those with you in the ambulance. He spoke to them and told me that you were okay. I still thought he was lying to me, to make me calm. I held his collar – the stupid me did all that – and warned him that I’d see him if he was lying.” Meera laughed a little, sheepishly. “He said I should trust him, and that you were safe. He had directed the ambulance to take you here. And he spoke to the hospital guys to speed up your treatment. They know him."
Finally, Meera was calming down.
"I am alright, Meera. And I am sorry."
I said in the end.
"Don't talk much." She touched my face. "Doctor said you need rest."
I smiled, "I'm alright, baby. I can talk."
She looked around and checked herself. She was wearing a casual top and pants. Her hair was a mess. She barely had the time to check her hair when she left for the hospital. And she had to wait for a long outside the operation theatre. Her sleep-deprived eyes were making her look worse. I truly felt sorry.
"I should have been more careful. I am sorry."
I said again.
"How exactly did you manage to fall from the balcony, Krish?"
Meera asked in a sarcastic tone.
I paused a moment to gather all the justifications I had already made up in my mind.
"Baby I heard Desai's phone ringing but he didn't answer it. So I guessed he must have joined you in the shower. I was scared our neighbours would hear the noise again. I had no idea what Desai was going to do. So I went to the balcony..."
"How did you hear his phone ringing? You said the door is soundproof."
Meera's interruption had me feel like being caught again.
"Mmm...I don't know. You're right, though. Yeah, how did I hear the sound!" I said thoughtfully. "I think Desai didn't lock the door properly. He was in a hurry."
Meera nodded, "Yeah, it's possible."
"So I went to the balcony and waited for the sound. I couldn't hear anything. The sound from the outside, from the road and other buildings, was louder. But I got greedy and curious. I wanted to see you... See what you guys were doing in the shower...so silently."
"And what did you see when you climbed up to the window?"
Meera looked into my eyes.
"Nothing," I said.
Meera stared into my eyes for a few seconds and shook her head.
"You didn't see anything?"
"I wish I did. What were you doing? You were not showering at all. Because all I could see was the showerhead. And you were silent. I had a wild guess that you were giving him head. I am not sure."
There was panic in Meera's eyes when I said that. She looked around to check no one was eavesdropping on us. She stared into my eyes for a second before she spoke again.
"I gave him head."
My heart started beating faster from the moment I heard that. I forgot that I was lying in the hospital bed.
"And then?"
I asked. I was curious about what she would tell. I didn't expect her to say she had sex with him but I wished she said that.
"And then you fell off the balcony, idiot."
"You didn't have sex?"
I struggled to hide my disappointment.
"Look at you, Krish," Meera scoffed.  "Why are you doing this? Can't you just stop thinking about it? You are hopeless. I hate you, Krish."
I was not offended by her anger. I knew I was a hopeless cuckold whose happiness now lay in the fact that my wife was sexually satisfied by her lover.
"You are lying in a hospital bed, with your right leg and right arm broken and plastered. This is not the time to listen to such stories. No one is going to help you shag for a while. So keep your mind off such things."
Meera added. Her voice was filled with sarcasm.
 
A nurse appeared and said that I would be shifted to a room where there wouldn't be any restrictions on bystanders. And she asked Meera to wait outside.
Meera got up.
“I said you shouldn't talk much but I'm making you do exactly the opposite, Krish.” She said. “I should wait outside.”
"You should get some sleep, baby."
I said.
"Where's the time to sleep? It's already the morning." She checked the time on her mobile phone. "It's about to be five."
I was stunned.
I asked if she had dinner.
"I have had enough, Krish."
She said and walked out.
 
Later I would come to know what happened to me after I fell and lost consciousness.
Someone in the neighbourhood had spotted me lying on the ground and he sought help from the others. Someone went to alert Meera but he had to wait for a long and press the doorbell many times before she answered the door. She said that she was in the shower and she was expecting her husband to answer the door. She had even spent a moment looking for me before reaching the door.
When she was told that I was found lying unconscious in the parking lot, she panicked. She rushed to the spot but the people over there had already taken me to the hospital. Desai contacted the guys in the ambulance and directed them to a multi-speciality hospital he suggested. He also phoned the hospital to give prompt care to me on arrival.
My neighbours told me that after reaching the hospital, everything worked like a charm. And they too waited for hours outside the operation theatre before leaving, eventually.
The hospital had provisions for the bystanders to sleep on the additional bed in the patient's room. But since I was admitted to the operation theatre initially and then the intensive care for most of the night, Desai and Meera were left to spend their time in the waiting lounge. Both of them had a tough night.
 
As the nurse told us, I was shifted to a room in the morning. Meera looked even more tired by then. Desai brought some fruits and kept them on the table next to my bed. He looked at Meera. I saw that his eyes were equally sleep-deprived.
"You don't look well, Meera." He said.
"I'm alright. It's the shock and the sleeplessness."
He moved closer and touched her forehead.
"You’ve got fever. You need rest."
Desai got her to lie down on the extra bed in the room and he went out to bring a doctor. By the time he returned with a doctor, Meera had fallen asleep. Meera tried to get up when she opened her eyes, only to be told to lie down. The doctor checked her temperature and confirmed that she had fever.
"I was taking a shower when I came to know about the accident. I ended up spending the whole night with my body mostly wet."
Meera said.
She took medication and slept on the bed.
 
Our neighbours visited in the morning. They promised Meera all the help. Meera thanked them, adding that she's already gotten enough help when they took me to the hospital on time.
"I'm so grateful to you.. for what you guys did yesterday. Now there's nothing I can't handle."
"But you don't look well."
Rajneesh said.
Meera smiled, "I'm alright. I just didn't sleep well."
"She's got a fever," Desai said with a smile. "She's even taking medication. But it's okay, I'm here."
Rajneesh looked at him and forwarded his hand to him.
"I have seen you a couple of times. But we haven't met."
Desai shook hands with him.
"Susheel Desai. Krish and Meera's brother and friend together."
Meera smiled at Rajneesh.
"He used to live in our building earlier. I thought you guys were familiar with each other."
"It was long ago, Meera," Desai said.  "There were hardly any neighbours at that time."
"Initial buyers, I guess. Most of them have moved on, making a lot of money in the process."
Rajneesh said.
 
Meera had decided against going to her office for the remaining days of the week. Desai too stayed back at the hospital. He said he hadn't decided about his return.
Meera started feeling well after lunch. In the evening I told her to leave and take some rest at home. She refused at first but eventually relented.
Desai said he would drop her at home and then come back to be with me. But I said I would be cool without any company.
"I would be mostly sleeping, Desai. I can't make the day another torture for you."
Meera also sided with me.
"You too needed rest, Susheel. You can stay at our place."
Desai looked at her confusedly. Meera smiled and walked closer to him.
"Don't worry. We are not going to do things we don't want to do. I'm gonna give you another room."
Desai laughed.
"That would do. You know the last thing I'd want to do is to break some rules and get my ass kicked again."
He turned to me and patted my shoulder.
"Just kidding, bro. These are the things we are least bothered about at the moment. Have rest. We'll try to be the first thing you see in the morning."
Meera caressed my cheek and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. Her tired eyes told me she didn't want to leave me.
 
After their departure though I found it hard to sleep. Meera's sleep-deprived face and tired eyes were fresh in my mind. I was sure Desai would try his best to comfort her. The weather in Pune was turning colder as it was the beginning of winter. I imagined Desai holding his arms around her, helping her stay warm. And I was sure he would love it if it went on to become a cosy evening. It wasn't that I didn't trust Meera. My thoughts were just making me lonelier.
I wondered what I would have felt if I had chosen to leave for Mumbai to set up Desai's business. Gifting Desai a chance to be with Meera while I stayed alone in Mumbai would have given me sleepless nights only, I thought.
I wondered if I had been too generous when I offered Desai a place to sleep in my house. I only needed to thank him. But the truth was that he had become a part of our life. At least he was able to make us feel that way. When our neighbour asked us who he was, we didn't feel like there was something to worry about. He was part of our life. It was not so easy to remove him from our life.
This realisation was now making me restless. The physical pain I had been enduring all over my body was starting to pale in comparison to the sense of loss which was increasing now. I even felt Desai was getting all the help from the almighty in aiding him to stay relevant in our life. Even though at times I felt Desai's presence was a sort of encroachment on our life, I knew it would be hard for me to convey this to Meera because she had reasons to be grateful for his support. Her cousin and my uncle along with their families had already departed from our hometown after hearing the news of my accident. In any case, both Meera and I would have been desperate to meet our families from our hometown. But Desai's presence ensured that we were content even in this struggle.
 
Meera phoned me after reaching home. She had slept through the and she said she was feeling better.
I asked about Desai.
“He's gone to the other room. I told him to sleep there.” Meera said. There was sadness in her voice.
“I shouldn't have left you alone in the hospital. I miss you, Krish.”
“I miss you too, baby.”
I said.
She was worried and I felt she needed emotional support.
And there was only one person who could provide her with that.
 
After the phone call, I could not stop anticipating how the night would turn out to be. I was sure Desai would soon check her out to see if she was alright. He would be allowed to sit on her bed and offer her nice words of comfort and ease.
The words that would compel her to lean onto his shoulder. He would be careful not to hurry but he wouldn't be lazy to let go of the chance. It would be a slow, very slow-paced, lovemaking.
 
As my imagination went crazy, I phoned Meera again. It was almost midnight and Meera was sleeping.
She answered in a sleepy voice and I said I was not able to sleep.
“Don't worry, baby. I'll be there in the early hours of tomorrow.”
She said.
“Where is Desai?"
I asked.
“Krish, do you think he's sleeping with me?”
Her voice told me that she was pissed off by my query.
“Baby, I was just concerned about you.”
“Don't be. Don't think too much about me, Krish. Don't be crazy. You need rest, not only physically but also mentally. Sleep, okay? “
“Okay,” I said.
“I am sure you worrying about it doesn't mean you don't want him to stay here. You just don't want it to happen now, right?”
I sighed.
Meera went on. “Only to make you feel better, I am giving you a word. I am not going to sleep with him until you are fully recovered.”
 
When the phone call ended I felt slightly embarrassed that I had exposed my insecurity in front of her, just by calling her. But her assurance magically helped me sleep well after that.
 
 
Meera and Desai arrived at the hospital early in the morning as promised. Meera looked tired but she said she was perfectly alright. I hated to find myself still looking for signs of sex in her. I knew the truth but it was someone else in my head that was looking for such things.
Meera was tired because of the fever she had on the previous day.
Desai enquired about my well-being, genuinely concerned about me.
After my breakfast and the morning review by the doctors, Desai found a moment with me in Meera's absence.
“Meera told me she's the reason behind this accident, Krish. But I cannot agree. I am the one who should be more responsible for this. And I am sorry for that, from the bottom of my heart.”
“It's okay, Desai. Don't feel bad about it. No one knew the future. I'm the only person who could have avoided this. So I am not gonna put even one per cent of the blame on you or Meera. It's gonna be alright.”
I said.
"Yeah, it's gonna be alright. I will do everything I can to help you. I am gonna stay back with Meera until you are discharged from here. But I want you to rest assured that there won't be any form of intimacy between Meera and me in your absence. I don't think you were worried about it, though. But I am telling you this from my side that it's the least of the things that comes to my mind. I can only guess the pain you are bearing now, but that’s enough to understand we need to keep calm and our blood and brain in normal condition to facilitate a speedy recovery. So, just relax, Krish. That’s all we need to do now." He said.
I nodded.
 
The doctor told us that I was recovering at an expected rate. He said I could go home in 2-3 days. Meera was very happy.
 
There were many more visitors for me on Friday apart from a few from our neighbourhood. There were many friends from our social circles. And a few staff from Vickey Security Services.
Meera's cousin and my uncle along with their families arrived from our hometown just before noon. They spent the whole day with us and in the evening they went to our house with Meera and Desai. Meera told me my uncle and Desai had become friends by the evening.
I phoned Meera in the night, she told me she and the ladies slept in our bedroom while her cousin slept with my uncle in the other room. Desai settled in the third room.
Both families returned on Saturday after visiting me again in the hospital.
 
 
When Meera and Desai went to see them off at the railway station, I had a visitor from my office. Nidhi.
“I was wondering when you'd visit,” I said with a smile.
Nidhi smiled lightly.
“I would have visited earlier, Krish sir. But something worse happened at home.”
She said in a sad voice.
It turned out that her grandmother had passed away on Wednesday, incidentally in the evening hours. She had been ill for a few weeks which eventually ended in an unfortunate way. I had memories of the aged mother of Sadashiv, having met her many times during my visits to Parvati's home.
Nidhi said Parvati had tried to call me many times on Wednesday night but my phone was switched off. The next day she learnt about my accident and stopped calling.
“Mom said she cannot visit anyone until next Wednesday.”
Nidhi said. I could understand.
I phoned Parvati right away and conveyed my condolences.
“I'm feeling bad for I can't visit. But what can I do?” Parvati said.
“I'm equally sad that I am not able to be there to join you in the grief, Parvati.”
I said.
“I will visit when possible, Krish.” She promised before hanging up.
 
Nidhi spent an hour with me. She was able to overcome the initial gloominess with our lighthearted conversation.
When she began to leave I asked when she would visit again.
"My days are going to be boring when Meera starts going to her office."
I said.
"I will be very happy to visit regularly, sir."
She said with a smile which looked energetic by then.
 
As I waited for Desai and Meera to return from the railway station, I mulled asking Desai to visit my office on Monday. When they came back, I spoke to him.
And he said he was already thinking about it.
"It will be helpful to see how things work there," He said. "Because now I’ll have to set up the Mumbai office myself. I’ll try to teach myself from your office."
"You should also try to find someone who can take over now, permanently."
I said.
Desai shook his head, "No. I'm just going to have a feel of what it is and how it is. But finding a permanent replacement for you is not on my table. Vickey Security Services is going to be in your able hands. I'm going to initiate the transfer of the ownership of the company to you."
And he also said he was going to shift to a hotel once I got discharged from the hospital.
"How many days are you going to be in Pune?" I asked.
"Till the weekend, I guess."
"Then why don't you stay with us?" I suggested. I said it in a flow but I quickly reasoned to myself that it would help me observe his interaction with my wife.
Desai looked at me for a second.
"Are you sure?"
He had changed his decision already.
 
 
The next day I had a couple of unexpected visitors. The first one was Maithrei. Both me and Meera were surprised alike when she suddenly walked into the room.
It was our first meeting in many months. Wearing a blue saree, Maithrei looked like she had gained some weight since the last time I saw her. Meera was quick to welcome her with a hug.
However, in the middle of a light conversation with her when Desai suddenly walked into the room, Meera simply forgot the joke she was sharing. She quickly managed to divert her attention to Desai but not before I noticed.
"Wow, we have guests," Desai said.
"It seems you're gonna be here for a while," Maithrei said while forwarding her hand to him. "Is there going to be a party or something?"
"I did party when I left for Shimoga. Partying while coming back here would make people say Shimoga wasn't fun enough. I won't do that."
"You always speak very highly of Shimoga. Take me there for once, first."
"You are always welcome to Shimoga."
"I have noted that down, deep down in my heart, Mr Susheel."
Maithrei's willingness to flirt with him was evident from her nonstop smile. Both me and Meera were engrossed in their conversation for a moment.
 
When Maithrei left, Meera was quick to tease Desai about his friendship with her.
"I thought you forgot us for a while. Many things in the past are coming to my mind. I am sure there would be unforgettable memories for you too."
"Good things can happen in your life." Desai smiled. "But there are great things too. No one can challenge that."
"And how do you define the good things and the great things, mister?"
"I know you are well experienced to differentiate them yourself." Desai looked deep into her eyes and waited for a second. "And if you think you aren't, then I'd like to make you."
Meera was lost in his eyes for a few seconds, making me burn with jealousy.
"Flirting with me when my husband is lying in bed? Are you here to help him or not?”
She asked.
“I'm helping. But no man can stop a wild storm.”
Meera laughed.
“I am a wild storm?”
“You are everything wild when you want. I'm just a servant.”
“Too much flirting happening here.”
Meera said and turned away.
I thought if she hadn't turned away, they might have ended up kissing.
The thought was unsettling. My wife and her lover kissing and someone walking into the room and catching me watching it. For a few minutes, I pondered about telling Meera to keep calm and then let go of it.
 
An hour later, another unexpected person walked into the room. It was Ananya.
I was surprised to see her but she was even more shocked to see Desai.
She stood there and stared at him.
"Hi, Ananya. Come in."
Desai invited her nonchalantly.
Ananya walked in and hugged Meera first and smiled at me.
"How are you now, Krish?"
The shock of having to face Desai unexpectedly didn't go away from her face. Even when she sat on a chair next to me and chatted with me, I caught her many times stealing glimpses of Desai and watching him through the corner of her eyes.
When I narrated how I fell from the balcony and how Desai interfered to help me in getting speedy treatment at the hospital, Ananya looked at him and found a chance to smile at him in a friendly manner. Suddenly her hostile mood was gone. I felt she was letting the overwhelming effect of running into him sink in.
Meera too was watching all this.
 
"It looks like it's you have a busy day," Meera said when Ananya left. "Everyone who walks through that door happened to be your old friends. Is there anyone else to come?"
"She was more of your friend than mine." Desai quipped and looked at me. "Wasn't she, Krish?"
"My wife is jealous. Don't mind." I said casually, making Meera's face red.
"I'm not jealous."
She said.
"Doesn't it feel good when our old friends come to meet us, even though the reason is painful? So there's something positive about Krish's accident."
Desai said.
"But I think the more you stay in Pune, the more often you'd be running into women from your past," Meera said. "Are you sure you'll keep yourself from meeting them?"
Desai smiled at her. 
"They don't know this new me. They only know the old Desai."
"The old Desai and new Desai... as far as I know there are things that are common for both... and I am sure those ladies are fond of those things."
"It doesn't affect me. Not anymore."
Desai said.
 
Even though Maithrei's and Ananya's visits eased the tension from Meera's mind for the first time after my accident, I felt Meera did not enjoy Desai's presence during their visit. She was careful not to be seen as jealous, but I felt she was keen to tease Desai about his past with both women. On any other day, I would have loved to flirt with them both a bit because I was lying in bed without having anything to do. But Meera's reaction had averted my thought process and made me wonder if Meera would turn warm toward Desai after that.
In the evening, when I woke up from a nap I couldn't see both my wife and Desai in the room. I phoned Meera and she said she was taking a walk.
When she returned, she was alone.
"Where is Desai?"
I asked.
"He went for a walk. He was with me, telling me that he was responsible for what happened to you." Meera sat with me and ran her fingers through my hair. "But I know it’s me who’s responsible for it. I shouldn’t have left you to suffer."
Meera's face was gloomy. I smiled at her and told her not to worry too much about it.
"The more you try to take the blame for it, the more guilty I would become. Do you want that?"
She shook her head.
"No. That's not what I want. I am sorry.”
 
When she left for home with Desai in the night, I found my old worries coming back. It was evident that they had become closer than ever since my accident. Even though they both had promised me that they would adopt self-control until I recovered, I knew they could easily break all those promises with the ease of breaking a match stick. They could celebrate a wild night in my bed at home, and in the morning they could pretend otherwise.
The visual of Meera opening her mouth in pleasure when Desai pushed his dick into her in the bathroom the other day kept flashing in my head. It didn't take much longer before I started imagining her lying on the bed with her legs parted, welcoming Desai's fully-grown dick into her pussy. My dick became hard and I wished I could release the pressure by shagging. But there was no way.
In the night when a nurse came to check me, the bulge between my legs was quite visible, despite being covered by the bedsheet. I kept my eyes closed to hide my embarrassment. Having an erection was not the reason for my embarrassment. But my inability to do anything about it was.
 
I was discharged from the hospital on Monday morning. As we were packing our things, Parvati walked in. She had come to see me.
"I thought I wouldn't get out before a week. But I could not sit there." She said.
I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I'm deeply moved by this."
Parvati helped Meera carry my belongings to the parking. It was a short visit as we left for home soon. However, Parvati took our residential address and promised me that she would visit again.
 
At home, I insisted that I be shifted to our master bedroom. Meera had bought a pair of underarm crutches for me.
"The crutches are not for now," Meera told me. "You'll have to rest for a week before you can use them."
The pain in my limbs was anyway not making me feel the need to try them on any time soon. I continued to lie on the bed for the rest of the day.
 
Desai went to my office after I was shifted. Meera too decided to start going to her office from Tuesday. She had found a caretaker for me. It was a woman who lived in a nearby place. The woman would visit three times a day for an hour each to take care of me. At 11 am, 1 pm, and 4 pm. She was granted access to open the front door by adding her fingerprints to the biometric security system.
Desai had suggested hiring a full-time home nurse. But I didn't like it.
"I don't want to keep lying here for long, Desai. I want to feel the itch to get up as soon as possible."
I said.
He said it's wise thinking.
 
When Desai returned from the office, he said is not as easy as I made it look. He said he was going to stay in Pune for a week or two while he was transferring the ownership to me and learning how the company worked. He was going to shift to a hotel suite.
Meera asked me if we could ask Desai to stay with us because he was there for us.
I couldn’t disagree. We both felt it was our basic curtsey to offer him a chance to be with us.
And when we asked Desai, he happily agreed.
And I was suddenly finding a sense of satisfaction in keeping him waiting for it, just like me.
 
In the night when the dinner was ready, Meera brought it to my room and we all had dinner there. But when it was time to sleep, Meera said she would sleep in the other room.
"I want you to have a peaceful night, dear."
Her decision had me doubting whether she was making up an excuse to meet Desai later in the night. I regretted not drilling holes in the door of the third room, where Desai was sleeping. In the night I lay awake for a long, being extra alert for any noise of any door opening. But there was none.
 
In the morning, Meera became ready to leave for work, after having breakfast with me and Desai in my room.
Meera wore a white shirt and black pants to the office. It was the first time she was dressing up properly since my accident. I couldn't take my eyes off her when she came to say bye. The lines of her bra straps were visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Watch your eyes, Krish, and stay good till I come back," Meera warned with a smile before leaving.
 

Chapter to be cont’d

[krish_999]

Chapter 37 continues

 
Desai was going to leave in half an hour after Meera's leaving. He had brought his car even though I had asked him to use mine. 
He came to me, dressed up to leave soon after.
"Are you going to be okay, Krish?" He asked.
"I am okay," I said. "I was wondering how you are managing."
"What do you mean?"
"I was wondering how you are practising self-control these days."
Desai laughed.
"It's tough, yes. I thought it was impossible, but a promise is a promise. I'll have to keep it." He sat on the chair next to my bed. "I'm just praying for your speedy recovery."
I didn't get it at first.
"What has my recovery got to do with that?"
"Meera has made it clear, dude. I'll sleep alone till you've recovered and have slept with her again."
I laughed.
"She's very stubborn. Can't help."
"I know she's a bit shaken by the incident. But sometimes I feel I'm lucky that I can help her. I have tortured you guys in the past. This could be my chance for redemption. I am content with the opportunity to help. But still, I would be lying if I told you I am not longing for her affection. I haven't even got a kiss from her since that night."
I smiled.
"Are you jealous because I'm getting a lot of her care and...soft kisses too?"
"I am not jealous. I am hungry for her. You know that, don't you? I am just waiting for the day you walk on your feet and make love to her. And after that..."
He paused.
"After that?"
I asked.
Desai's eyes shone as I encouraged him to talk.
"After that, she's not going to come back for a whole night. You'll hear her screaming with pleasure. You want me to do that, don't you?"
"You are making me desperate with such statements," I admitted.
"We are unbelievably in sync with each other, Krish. We are more than brothers. I want to share with you every thought process I have about Meera. I want you to know every bits of details about the moments I spend with her."
My body was becoming warm.
"Are you going to let me hide in the room when you make out with Meera?"
"No, I would rather like you to sit on a chair in that room. And when I shove my cock into her pussy, I want you to pleasure yourself. Meera should be very shy, but she's gonna enjoy that night."
I was not able to speak for a moment. I was already imagining myself sitting in the chair Desai was sitting, watching him push his dick deep into my wife's pussy, making her cry in pleasure.
"Would do love to do that, Krish?" Desai asked.
"But, will Meera be okay with that?"
"I'll make her. She's thrilled about the fact that you can jerk whenever I'm with her, so I guess she will enjoy it if you are watching her."
"It's gonna take a while to get there." I sighed. I was itching to touch myself. "I wonder how you are going to live peacefully here, hiding all these fantasies."
"But my situation is far better than yours. Because my hands are free."
"My hand is free too. I'm just waiting for you to leave. I'm itching, actually." I said boldly and raised my left hand.
"Oh, really? What are you going to imagine while jerking off?"
"Imagination....can be anything."
"Do you wanna know about my shower sex with Meera the other day?"
I suddenly knew why he was there. He wanted to tell me how he had screwed my wife that day.
"If you have time, tell me."
"I'd prefer having a drink before telling you all. But no, my next drink will be with you, when you are ready."
He said.
I asked him to help me sit up on the bed, leaning back on the head side.
When I became comfortable, he began to tell me all about that night.
"Just thinking about it would make me hard, even today. Imagine, what a dream moment it was then. When I was at the hotel suite with her, I was just waiting for my time to come. It's not that I didn't enjoy the social moments with her. They were great too. But the moment I was here and you gave me the hint that you are dying to let it happen, I felt like it would be a crime if I waited for another moment. That's why I ran to Meera and wanted to join Meera in the shower. I didn't go there to take a shower, for sure."
Desai looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath, thoughtfully. I sat with a coy smile.
He went on.
"My confidence when I walked towards her bathroom was that she likes when I give her surprises. So I removed all my clothes before knocking on that bathroom door. Meera hesitated a bit, not even sure if it was you or me who was knocking on the door, let alone aware of my surprise. When I said I wanted to join her, she said she has finished her bath. I had to talk her into finally opening it, and she was smiling all the way. I was fully naked. She had a bath towel around her body, wrapping it above her breasts. But she looked amazingly beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at her, and admire her beauty for a moment. She called me shameless. Yes, I was. I asked if I was welcome. She asked me if I was out of my mind.
I said I have taken permission from your husband and since he's clearly told me I can be with you only when he's present in the house, this is perfectly okay.
She laughed, "did you ask him if you could bathe with me?"
"I told him I am going to join you. What were you doing?"
"I was taking a bath. And I have finished. Can't you take bath yourself?" she asked, still laughing.
"I hate to do things alone when I have better options."
I said.
I didn't wait before I entered the bathroom. I closed the door and pulled her close to me and straightaway went for a kiss.
All her pretence of being shocked and offended ended in a second. She opened her mouth to welcome my greed. It was a full-blown kiss, which I had been longing for a week, Krish. You can guess how thirsty I would have become. Even in the hotel room, she hadn't let me kiss. I hadn't tried too. Because she had clearly told me she's coming with me with the expectation of you joining us there. And when you didn't pick up our calls at all, she had warned me 'no funny business in the hotel', before she stepped out of my car. And this is in my character that I give her a word, and I will fulfil it. But there was still some form of intimacy there, I told you about the little fight we had for the bean bag. So you can guess how much I was longing for a touch from her. Just standing in front of her, with my body fully naked, was enough to make me hard like a rock. And I was proud of it. I was presenting myself to her. Every bit of my longing was expressed through that kiss. You won't believe it, but these are the moment when I feel jealous of you. Because even when I was sucking her tongue, I was thinking about you being given the sole right to have her spit her saliva into your mouth. Krish, one day I am going to get her spit into my mouth too. It's one of my greatest desire. I hope I am not offending you by making this wish. But my jealousy was driving me crazy there. I was opening my mouth wider and she was pushing her tongue and entire mouth into my mouth. When we took a break, she said she knew that my intention was very dirty.
"I'll have to take a bath again." She said.
I opened the knot of her bath towel and removed it. She was fully naked. Oh my god. In the car, I had to open my eyes more than I could to see her beauty. Here in the bathroom, she was standing in the full light, fully naked. Her gorgeous body and charming smile, her eyes, no words can describe them. My arms went around her, but not to hug her tightly. This time I bent down to suck her breasts. She was waiting for me. She had started to make noises, calling my name. She leaned against the wall and I went down and almost knelt in front of her. She put her right thigh over my shoulder when I started licking her pussy. It was moist from her fresh bath. I licked it all and made it wet with my saliva. I looked up and said how I'd like to make her cum.
"Many times. Starting from now." I said.
She didn't smile at me.
"Do it now, Susheel. I was waiting for you."
Her facial expression told me how much she had been longing for me. I asked her if she had sex with you after Thursday.
"Didn't Krish tell you?"
She asked.
She was looking down straight into my eyes as if she could read my mind.
"No, he didn't tell me."
"We didn't have sex, gentleman," She smiled. "Krish has kept me untouched for you."
I knew it already but when she says it to my face, the feeling escalates, Krish. She felt like a virgin girl who had kept her chastity untouched for me. I have no craze for virgins or young girls who haven't been touched by their husbands or boyfriends for a while but right at that moment, I put a price on that opportunity. It was all the luck in my life combined. I said I was thrilled about the moment I could show my hunger to her.
She grabbed my hair and I got up. I kissed her again and she wrapped her fingers around my dick while kissing me. She caressed my ball too. I knew she was longing for its taste.
"Go down, baby. Take it." I said.
And a moment later, I was living the twin pleasure. One, that of my fully grown member finding the back of her throat, and two, that of witnessing her struggle to do so. Her soft lips were stretched to let it go in, and she started moving both her mouth and hand on it. The sight of her breasts almost touching my legs was another beauty of the moment.
She put her bath towel on the floor to kneel on it, and straightaway gave me an intense blowing that took my breath away. Then she pulled out and swallowed, smiling at me. She lifted it and got her face under my whole length and ran her tongue over my balls.
The way my dick was covering the length of her face up to the forehead, was a moment I wanted to remember forever. I told her that I'd like to take a photo of her face.
Meera smiled and asked me what I wanted exactly. "Do you want to take a printout and keep it in your bedroom?" She asked.
She was perfect, Krish. And she started licking under my rod while jerking it with her hand. She was moving her palm in a circular motion and it was just heavenly. I told her that I was her devotee and she was my goddess. She said she was kinda worshipping me at the moment and I promised her that I would show her what true worship is, in the night. The small talk went on, and her fellatio went on until I felt it was time to give it back to her, the pleasure I mean. I pulled her up and kissed her again. Meera, if you believe me, Krish, she didn't let go of my member. She kept moving her palm softly as if she didn't want to leave it…”
 
Even though I was deeply engrossed in the detailed narration of how Desai had screwd my wife, I didn’t miss noticing how he had smartly hidden the details of talking derogatorily about me. It was one thing that Meera had defended me when Desai tried to have fun at my expense, but I noticed how Desai chose to skip narrating those remarks while keeping everything else very descriptive.
 
Desai went on.
“Our kiss only grew, to the point of me going down to lick her neck and throat. She was loving it. And she returned the kinky act by licking all over my face. We were literally short of ideas to consume each other.  We didn't know where we should do the licking or biting or whatever to make each other satisfied. She bent down to bring her mouth to my chest and sucked my nipple. I was getting lost in that moment when she asked me to take her to the next level.
I was not going to take her to the bedroom. The bedroom was for the night.
So I turned her over the washbasin which was the only option and bent her over it. No, she bent over it. She was ready for me. I quickly moved closer and pushed my dick deep into her. She moaned. I too let out a groan and that was it. Krish, you should see it once to realise how it feels every time. You should see how she cries when my dick enters her pussy.  She was looking at me through the mirror. We were lost in each other. And the moment I enter her is worth remembering for a long. This one was even more special. And the washbasin would soon prove a nice thing for her to lean on, as I started fucking her slowly. After a while, I increased my speed and held her hip tightly. Meera's moans rose and you missed it, man, by stopping me from making a phone call to you. I would have let you listen to every sound that came from her throat. You could have even caught the sound of my dick moving in and out of her pussy. Also the sound of my body hitting hard behind her ass. I grabbed her right arm above the elbow and pulled her towards me when I felt she was leaning too much over the basin. I didn't want her to get injured. Meera struggled to contain me, in the beginning, but she never complains. She always knows that it would be awesome in a few minutes. But as my pace increased, I became slightly rough this time. I grabbed her shoulder with my right hand to hold her in place and started fucking hard. I pounded hard enough to make her lose her strength to stand on her feet. And then she screamed, so high. She came, without giving me any sort of warning. She lost all control and she screamed aloud through her orgasm. Her head was almost hitting the washbasin, and her breasts were getting crushed onto the edges of it, that may be the reason she struggled to tell me she was cumming. Anyway, I was really glad that I had made her cum this time, that too so easily, after I missed it big time, the previous time. I paused a moment to let her enjoy the pleasure. I was going to start and fill her pussy, with my cum too.
I asked her if she was safe.
"Didn't Krish tell you to come after Tuesday?"
"Yes, he did."
"That's because I am safe from today."
She revealed. And she was not just conveying her willingness to let me fill her pussy with my cum. She was telling me how much she wanted it. And I was going to do it many many times that night. But what an anticlimax it became.
That's when we heard the doorbell. When we heard it first we thought you had a guest. Meera got off me; no, I got off her first. Meera turned and laughed at me.
"Bad luck," she was teasing me. But in her eyes, I saw it. She was expecting me to resume very soon. She was ready to welcome me again into her. But we heard the doorbell again. This time repeatedly.
We were alarmed. We thought you would answer the door. When we came out, quickly threw whatever clothes we got on our bodies, and first, we started looking for you. Meera said you would be on the balcony because you would have opened the balcony door open otherwise we wouldn't have heard the doorbell so loud in the bathroom. But you were nowhere. The doorbell rang again and Meera finally opened the door. Oh man, you not only ruined our night but also ruined yourself a chance to witness, I mean listen to our hottest night. This time I had clear plans to make love to her in many wonderful positions, like laying her on the bean bag first, and then on the bed. Many poses. You would have cummed non-stop, without even having to touch yourself.
My dream of having a good, complete lovemaking session with Meera is not going to realise any time soon, I know. I would be lying if I said Meera's decision not to sleep with me for a while hasn't disappointed me, but I am also delighted to see how strong your bond is.
Yesterday Meera jokingly asked me what makes me interested in married women only, and what I see in married women especially. I said it is not true that I'm always interested in married women only; but whenever I'm drawn towards married women, one thing has surely been there; the quality of love. A woman who deeply loves her husband is far more attractive to me than a woman who doesn't have that love. Meera tops the list with that feature. That makes her insanely attractive, and unforgettable.
Like I told you the other day, she's just fire. She's special.
Anyways, I am not devastated by her decision. You too shouldn't be disappointed about what you missed. Once you are out of bed, and back on your feet, you'll get what you cherish the most. You'll see your lovely wife lying in this bed, and crying in pleasure when my thick rod penetrates her sweet tight pussy. I have goosebumps when I think of that moment. But it's quite devastating because I have no idea when it will be.
Are you not thrilled about that moment, Krish?"
I felt I was already leaking inside my shorts.
"You have no idea how much."
I said.
"You are the only one who can help me. Get well soon, I'll say sooner, Krish."
I laughed.
"I am getting better, and I can already walk on crutches, I think."
"Oh, don't do that. Making it worse for you is the last thing I want to do."
"Once the pain ends, I'm going to ask her to shift to my room," I said. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
"I will be very jealous of that night." Desai got up and adjusted his crotch. I saw a huge bulge there. Desai went on, "It could be a first-night sort of thing for you. Can I watch it?"
I was stunned by his demand.
"Why do you want to watch it?"
"I want to see it. I want to see how she welcomes you."
 
When Desai left for the office, I wondered about the reason behind Desai's unexpected wish.
Is it that he too wants to watch her in bed with another man?
I remembered how he had watched his friend Sujoy walking away with Ananya in his presence. It was a sign of a cuckold fantasy being alive in his head.
He was more of me. I felt. That could be the reason he was totally in sync with my thought process. And it gave me a fear that he would one day ask Meera too to walk with another friend of his.
The thought was alarming but I found solace in the fact that it would take much longer before he presented such a wish to me.
Until then, I was going to enjoy the satisfaction of keeping him waiting for his moment.
 
However, when Desai was gone and I found myself alone in the big house, I was unable to stop thinking about the next time Desai have sex with Meera. The prolonged duration for which Desai was going to stay with us would enable him to see how much Meera cared for me. And his desperation was going to only rise with time. In Desai's own words, the more Meera expressed her love for me in his presence, the more desperate he would become for her. And when the time comes, the day their reunion happens, Meera would be crying with pleasure so loud in her room that I would be able to listen from my bed.
 
I loved the fact that I was driving Desai desperate for sex and I was getting to see it in plain sight. But there was one thing I had failed to observe. That there was another person in the house who was getting desperate for warmth and affection from the opposite sex.
Perhaps I had trusted her too much. Because otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken so long for me to realise that Meera and Desai staying in the same house was going to draw her to him behind my back, making her forget all those promises.
  
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[krish_999]

Krish you left us wanting for more..
1. When is the next update ?
2. How many more updates you have planned like ? 4-5 ?

Please this time give the update ASAP. don't leave us hanging

Answer.
1. I wish I knew :P
2. This story ends in the 42nd chapter.

[krish_999]

I tried my best but any one can feel to do much better most welcome he can doo it i think it's help him little bit

I have added the index to the first page. Thanks again for your special effort buddy.
Lots of love for this.

[krish_999]

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me as Well - part II

Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III

Update: INDEX
Intro: - Page No:1
Chapter No:1 - Page No:3
Chapter No:2 - Page No:4
Chapter No:3 - Page No:5
Chapter No:4 - Page No:6
Chapter No:5 - Page No:7
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Courtesy by Paul5

Woh great job you proven you skill here also

Chapter No: 38 - Page No: 103
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[krish_999]

Chapter 38

 
I was left aroused by Desai's detailed narration about his previous romantic experience with Meera. I lay on my bed, trying hard not to resort to shagging. I would have done it, if not for the pain that was still there in my left wrist. The right hand was plastered and hence far from an option.
The only thing I could do was to look down at my erection which was now pretty visible.
I was sure Desai too would have noticed it. Just like I had noticed his erection too. I felt angry at him for leaving me like this. But at the same time, the thought that he too would have become a walking rock when he left the house brought a sense of equality to me. I tried to find solace in it.
The sight of my wife opening her mouth and crying a little as Desai's dick entered her pussy in the bathroom was suddenly back in my vivid memory. No matter how much I wanted to forget the helplessness it induced in me, there was no way I could erase the memory. Each time Desai's lovemaking session with my wife was narrated to me, my imagination was based on what I heard. But this time I had seen it. I had seen a glimpse of how my wife had been welcoming him into her pussy. The visuals of my wife bending over the washbasin while Desai shoved his meat deep into her felt so real in my mind, and the waves of pleasure Meera endured by it turned me insanely jealous. He was gifting her an orgasm that he had promised to give her a week ago, while I was lying unconscious in an ambulance.
Even though I had to suffer a lot of pain, I was glad that my fall had denied him the ultimate pleasure of filling Meera's pussy with his cum. It again put me with a sense of equality.
 
There was something that Desai had told me. That watching how much Meera loved me would only help his desperation rise.
 
I could not stop thinking about the next time Desai have it with her. It could be in the bathroom, kitchen, balcony, living room, dining hall, or anywhere else. And I believed that when that would happen when Meera would scream loud, I would be able to hear it from my bed.
 
I heard the front door opening. My caretaker had arrived. She greeted me and asked about my well-being. I was in a tough spot as the bulge on my crotch was quite visible. With her standing in front of me, I did not dare to move my hand to hide it.
I asked her to fetch some warm water, as the water kept near the bed had become cold. When she went to the kitchen, I eased my clothes to hide my erection.
 
The day felt very boring to me. The only person who visited me was my caretaker. She came and went at the decided intervals.
When Meera returned from work I told her how much I missed her.
I grabbed her hand and asked her to sit with me.
I wanted her to kiss me.
"No, baby," she refused. "You need rest."
As if lying in bed for a whole day didn't amount to resting.
 
Meera didn't go to the gym in the evening. Instead, she spent the time chatting with me. We talked about her office and other things. Many people had enquired about me.
"Did anyone ask anything about Desai?"
I wondered.
She smiled without answering.
"When did he leave in the morning?" She asked.
"He left soon after you left," I said and paused a moment to ponder discussing him.
"About that promise you've made to me...were you serious about it? I mean, are you going to keep it?"
Meera gave me a look, amused.
"Why do you say that?"
I smiled.
"Because he's not gonna be here forever. He will go..."
"Stop teasing me, okay?" Meera said. "Once I've told you, and him too, that I wouldn't be with him until unless you've recovered from this fully, I meant to keep that word. This is no time to play our fantasies. You are my priority, mister. Try to understand that."
I shook my head. 
She went on, "stop thinking about sex for now. Stop being naughty for at least now, because the calmer your stay, the dinner you'll be able to walk on your feet again."
 
 
When Desai returned, he brought a wheelchair for me. He got it delivered to my house.
But Meera said it was a bad choice.
"Krish needs rest now, Susheel, before trying to be moving around in a wheelchair." She said. 
"I thought Krish could use it when he thinks he's confident about his progress."
Desai said.
Meera laughed a little.
"My husband is stupidly creative. He climbed a wall on a plastic pipe to see me taking a bath with you. Now if you keep this wheelchair in his room, he would be trying to come out of his room to see what we are doing at night. I can't risk that."
Desai was convinced. I wanted to ask her if she had taken just a bath with him. But I kept mum.
And Meera moved the wheelchair to her room.
 
  
From the day of my return, Meera started bringing the food to my room. She put a centre table and two dining chairs next to my bed, for her and Desai. We had breakfast and dinner together. Moving the casseroles, bowls, plates and jars to the room and back to the kitchen was a tiresome task but she insisted that she won't let me feel lonely. Her intent was appreciable. But soon Desai stepped in to help her. He helped carry the food to the room and empty plates back to the kitchen with her. He said he never had to do these tasks but now he's more than willing to do them.
I wanted to stop him but Meera said Desai was welcome to help her in the kitchen. Desai too sided with her, saying they are equals as both were working professionals who had limited time at home.
On Friday night, we were having dinner together when Desai expressed his amazement about Meera's culinary skills.
"I have got great food whenever I visited you but most of them were restaurant food. I have got home-cooked food too, though rarely. They were great too. But I never thought you could do it every day. I have learnt it from the last few days; you have great cooking skills, Meera."
He said.
Meera thanked him with a smile.
"What about you? What can you cook?"
I asked Desai.
"I can barely imagine myself making a coffee. I'm sure I'll fuck that up too."
Meera laughed.
"It's not as hard as you make it to be."
"I would love to learn something about cooking but I don't know even the basic things. How do you know the exact amount of substance you need? You put something extra, salt for example, and you fuck up everything, don't you? There is no undo button in cooking."
"It's not that tough, Susheel," Meera said. "Cooking is like speaking or writing where you make a sentence with meaning. If you have something to speak, you have tens of ways to say it. You can use different words and phrases, and of course grammar too. In cooking the grains or vegetable pieces are like words in a sentence. The other ingredients are like grammar. If you know what flavour each ingredient gives, then you can easily make different dishes with the same ingredients. Just like making different sentences with the same set of words."
"It's so easy when you say it."
"You can join me in the morning when I make breakfast. Tomorrow I'm making potato paratha."
Meera said.
 
The next morning, Meera and Desai worked together in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The door in my room was open and I could hear them laughing.
"No... not like that... let me show you."
Meera was giving instructions.
"What are you doing? Try to be gentle, Susheel. It's just a potato, not a live chicken."
"They are too soft..."
Desai's voice.
"It's soft when it's boiled. But your hands are too strong for poor potatoes. Spare your muscles for something else, I tell you."
"Like this, right?"
"Mmm... good. See, you can be soft. Now, keep doing it slowly. If you find hardness inside it, then remove it. Otherwise, it'll ruin the paratha."
"Can I use my both hands?"
"Yeah, you can throw your whole body into that bowl." Meera was laughing.
"Come on, you are not helping. Look at my fingers. It's a mess."
"Now you know why it's sometimes called a mess."
"Good joke, good joke. Ha ha ha."
I could hear them teasing each other and laughing together. Even though I could not make out what exactly they were doing, hearing them talk made me feel like they were doing it in front of my eyes.
Desai had become a member of my family.
 
 
We were having breakfast when Parvati visited. I had given her my residential address when she came to visit me in the hospital.
Both Meera and Desai were not familiar with her. I introduced her as Sadashiv's wife to Meera, and as Nidhi's mother to Desai.
Parvati apologised for interrupting us during breakfast. Meera was quick to invite Parvati to join us for breakfast. She looked at Desai suggestively and he volunteered to pull another chair from the dining hall for Parvati.
Parvati was wearing a light blue saree. She looked more energetic than when I saw her at the hospital.
"My family is a small and poor one which was helped by Krish sir at every juncture. I was saddened by his accident. Even worse was that I could not even meet him when I learnt about it." She told Desai.
After breakfast, Parvati sat with me for half an hour. I asked her to visit her again.
"I'll be alone in this big house from Monday when both of them start going to work."
I said. Parvati said she would visit again and left soon.
 
There were many more visitors at the weekend. From the neighbourhoods, offices, and our social circles. When a fifty-plus guy from our neighbourhood asked Meera not to hesitate while seeking any help from him, I felt he was trying to find an opportunity to get close to her. I got that hunch when I noticed the way he was not taking his eyes off her. It was evident that he was interested in talking to her only.
"I think it won't be needed," I said. "She's doing well already."
Meera nodded in agreement.
"I've got enough help already. Thank you." She said.
"Yeah, I've noticed your friend with long hair. Good to have such a guy. He is staying with you here, right? It's good to have someone to help you even in the absence of your husband."
The undertone in his voice made Meera stare at him for a moment.
"He's not someone. He's family."
She said.
Even though her reply ended the conversation, I later wondered why Meera chose to mention Desai as 'family'. It was another occasion when I felt Desai's stature had been elevated during those days.
 
As promised, Parvati visited again on Monday.
Meera had left earlier in the morning and Desai left half an hour later, at his usual time. Since it was difficult for me to answer the door to every visitor, Meera had stuck a note on the front door saying 'Visitors to contact on phone number first'. Meera had told me to discourage all visitors unless it's very important.
Shortly after Desai's departure, I received Parvati's phone call and she said she was at the door.
"I'll have to get up from my bed to answer the door. Wait, I'm coming."
I said. The door had a biometric security system.
"I think I can open it if you share the password with me." She suggested.
"Password alone can't work, Parvati. You'll need fingerprint access to open it from outside." I said.
I gathered my strength to leave my bed myself and grabbed the crutches. But it was tough to walk even with the help of crutches as I was unable to use my right hand and right leg. The inability to use my right hand especially made me walk one step and then move both crutches with my left hand. It took me close to ten minutes to reach the door.
"Oh, god!" I said with a deep breath when I opened the door and greeted Parvati. "Finally I made it."
I was panting, trying to put my whole body weight on the crutches, holding them under my armpits.
"Oh my god." Parvati was stunned to see my struggle. "I should have visited a bit earlier before your wife left, shouldn't I?"
I smiled.
"But it's okay. I was waiting for a reason to get me out of bed. I'm good. The injury is on the same side. That's why it's so tough even with crutches." I explained. "It would have been a lot better if the injury was on opposite sides."
"But we can't make a wish during accidents, right? We have to take it."
Parvati said as she got in and closed the door.
As I started walking back, Parvati asked me to keep the crutches aside. "You can hold on to me instead."
She quickly kept aside the carry bag she was holding in her hand and moved closer to hold me.
I looked at her gratefully and put my left hand on her shoulder and held her close. As we started walking to my room without the help of crutches, I leaned closer to her and clasped my hands around her neck. I could feel the warmth of her skin on my wrist. Parvati's grip around me became tight also. I stopped at the door of my room for a moment and breathed into her face.
"I've been lying in bed for many days. It feels like all my energy has drained." I said.
"Don't worry, I got you."
Parvati said.
"I know. You are a strong woman. I can feel it."
I said before we started walking again. As we crossed the door our bodies became closer and our grip on each other became stronger. Finally, when we made it to my bed I sat on it slowly and thanked her.
But I was surprised to see tears in Parvati's eyes.
"What happened?" I asked.
Parvati quickly wiped her eyes.
"It's nothing, Krish. Forget it." She smiled. Her smile made me breathe easy.
The struggling walk had left wrinkles on her saree. She was wearing a green saree with a red blouse. She noticed where I was looking.
"I spoiled your saree," I said quickly. She looked down and smiled.
"It's alright." She said and suddenly acted like remembering something. She went out and returned with the carry bag she had kept near the door. It was fruits. I told her I already had enough fruits in the fridge.
"So you are not going to take it from me?" She asked.
I laughed and leaned backwards on the raised pillow.
"No. I will take anything you give me." I said.
"Which one?" She asked, gesturing at the fruits in the carry bag. I chose orange.
She grabbed a plate from the side table and sat on the edge of my bed. Having kept the carry bag on the chair, she started peeling the orange and placed its slices into the plate. As she sat with her back to me, I could see her breasts under the saree flare. I could also see the folds of her belly. As she finished peeling the first orange and she leaned forward to take another from the bag, and I couldn't take my eyes off what she was exposing inadvertently. I soon felt my body becoming warm.
"A visitor like you would heal any injury."
I said while eating the orange, trying not to concentrate on the unease I was feeling between my legs.
Parvati smiled, "You know I came to see you and make you feel better. But you have made me feel better."
"What did I do?"
I wondered.
"I don't know. Perhaps the walk, and a chance to help you walk... I think that walk was an ice-breaking moment for us."
I smiled.
"There is no need to break the ice between us. We are the same kinda people. I am enjoying this... being fed by you."
Parvati turned to look into my eyes and then slowly fed one orange slice directly into my mouth.
"This is why you make me feel better, Krish."
As she turned toward me I feared she would notice the growing bulge between my legs. I tried to pull the blanket over my legs and ended up inviting Parvati's eyes to my crotch. As she fed another orange slice into my mouth, she was smiling.
"Nowadays it's like that...almost always," I said like a petty thief caught in the act. But I knew my embarrassment meant nothing to me as I have lived such moments plenty of times in the past.
"Why is that so?"
Parvati asked.
"Mmm..." I hesitated a moment before speaking. "Perhaps I'm missing my wife too badly."
"But she's here only, isn't he? Where is she sleeping in the night?"
"Not in this room."
My reply made her stare at me in wonder.
"She's sleeping in the other room because she fears I would hurt myself if she sleeps with me."
Parvati laughed aloud this time.
I went on, "but don't think I am desperate for anything. It's just that...maybe it's like that because you are sitting here."
Parvati was amused by my confession. "How is that?" A subtle amount of shyness was making her smile beautiful now.
"Maybe because of the unexpected body touch we had a few minutes ago. My body wasn't ready for a such adventure...I guess."
"Oh," she laughed. "I thought you were going to say you had found me attractive."
"You are, obviously. That's why this spark, this happening."
Parvati kept laughing. But the shyness was increasing. She was dragging herself out of her comfort zone but I could see she was enjoying it.
"I'm not young enough to cause any spark."
She said.
"I don't know how old you are," I said. "My limbs are broken, but my eyes are still perfect. You look young and attractive to me."
"But you are not thinking about me. Are you?"
"You can see how I'm being held captive by your eyes, Parvati. You are not giving me no chance to think about anything else."
"You are skilled... in using flattery."
"I didn't know it was flattery. It came naturally to me."
Parvati looked away and down. She was still smiling. My eyes descended to her breasts and belly folds for a fraction of a second before I controlled my eyes.
"What about you? What do you think about me?" I asked.
Parvati looked at me.
"No, I don't want to tell."
"Come on."
"I don't want to tempt you."
"You can relate to my situation. For me, it's just a couple of days before I get back to Meera."
"Not just a couple of days." Parvati shook her head sideways. "It's gonna take you one month before you can move your leg and get some action with her."
"You are freaking me out with this foretelling."
Parvati's smile returned to her lips and she moved a little closer to me, turning slightly toward me. The breasts were slightly more covered by the saree but her belly fold became more visible to me.
"You know," she began to speak without looking me in the eyes. "In the second year of my marriage, my husband was met with an accident. He was bedridden for many weeks. And in those days he too was desperate for some fun, after the initial pain reduced."
"So how did you help him?"
I asked.
Parvati laughed a little and shook her head again. "No, I can't tell you that."
"You are not leaving this room without telling me," I warned with a smile.
"Okay, I wouldn't mind that."
Parvati retorted.
"Come on, tell me."
I insisted again.
Parvati looked at the door before deciding to say another word.
"With my hand," Parvati said shyly, without looking at me.
I was stunned. Not because of what she revealed but because she chose to reveal it. I just stared at her, until she turned her eyes to me.
I lowered my eyes to her hand.
"This hand," I said.
"Yes."
"And he must have loved it."
Parvati's face was down with embarrassment now. I could see she was regretting that she told me but I could also see a part of her being thrilled at it. I was loving her body language more than anything else. As if she was transported to a world she didn't know and didn't want to exit.
"Yes, he loved it. And the aftermath was that he became obsessed with my hand that he wanted me to do it even after he healed." She said.
"Then your hand must be so good."
I said quickly.
"I guess so."
"Can I see it?"
"What?" She looked at me. Our eyes were meeting after a gap and it felt special.
"Your hand. I want to see it." I said slowly.
"No. You are making me shy."
"Don't be embarrassed."
I said and forwarded my left arm to her. Parvati hesitated again, but then placed her palm over my hand. I held it and ran my fingers through it. Parvati gasped as if I were touching the most intimate part of her body. The inside of her palm was not soft like Meera's. It was slightly rough, probably because of the daily chores at her house. But still, there was a sense of sexuality in it, which I felt extremely intoxicating.
"It's kinda lost its softness. I guess you've put your heart into the work. I can see why he was obsessed with this."
"You are telling me this only to see what I would say," Parvati said. She kept smiling in embarrassment but didn't pull her palm away.
"I don't know if I'm doing it right. But I can't stop thinking about it."
I said.
"Stop thinking."
"I think you should leave. My little thing in there is aching already."
Parvati giggled. "Little thing?" She asked.
"I mean, It's not much size, compared to others."
My words made her look at my crotch. She saw the bulge and I felt I would leak inside any moment. I wanted her to keep looking at my erection until I exploded in my pants.
"I can see it's not true."
Parvati said. Her voice was very low now.
"How many have you seen?"
I asked.
"I have seen my husband's. He never looked this size."
"I'll take it as a compliment. But I will be better if you leave now." I said with a smile, confident that she would read my mind to know what I meant was exactly the opposite.
"I came to give you company for some time. We can just find some other topic to talk about."
She said.
"Yeah, that will do." I shook my head. Parvati slowly pulled her hand back.
As she gathered the orange peels on the plate and leaned forward to grab the carry bag, I chose not to look at her breasts and belly folds. But those visuals that I had etched in my mind were not going to fade away easily.
"You have a kind heart. I am grateful to God that I met you in my life, no matter under what circumstances.  I feel happy when you are around." I said when she returned after keeping the fruits in the kitchen. This time she sat on the chair.
"I am happy too."
She said.
We kept smiling at each other. For once I wanted to invite her to lie down with me. I wanted to hug her tight and feel the warmth of her body.
 
When she began to leave, I said I would give her access to open the door with the fingerprint. But for that, I would have to take the pain of walking to and from the front door.
"It's okay, Krish," Parvati said. "I wouldn't mind helping you out next time too. It would be better if you stay in bed and rest for now."
Parvati left soon. But I could not get over the warm feeling even after an hour. Her shy smile and shining eyes remained alive in front of my eyes. The feel of her giggles never felt leaving the room. I knew nothing was going to happen between me and her, but the root cause of all those warm feelings was based on the fact that I knew she was heavily attracted to me. And I loved to acknowledge it.
 
Desai was visiting Vickey Security Services every day. After a few days, On Thursday, he went to Mumbai and spent a night there. He returned in the morning. Meera had left for the office already.
He told me about his Mumbai trip. His visit was fruitful as it marked the starting of many works toward setting up his new business there.
At Vickey Security Services too, he had already made a couple of new deals in the week.
"Perhaps we'll have to hire a few more guys." He told me. "But it's very easy because you have set up a system for that. I only need to give a newspaper ad quoting the requirements. Training and moulding them into soldiers with some attitude is going to work like a charm. Wonderful job, Krish."
I asked him what he liked the most in my office that he would love to copy in his Mumbai office.
“What I like the most about your office...” He said. "It's the moment when I sit in your chair. You've set up your office in such a way that you truly feel like a boss, even though there is no one to report to you early in the morning like I am used to in all my offices. There's a sense of calmness associated with it because you know you can do anything. Nobody is going to make you preoccupied; no one's going to bite into your time. The system is running so smoothly. I'm going to have the same setup in Mumbai.”
I felt great.
Desai was going to leave for the office.
"You should have gone to the office directly," I said.
"I wanted to meet you guys first." Desai smiled. "It's just a day but I missed being with you guys, having dinner and breakfast with you... it feels like a family."
"Then you should have come a little earlier. You missed meeting Meera." I smiled.
"You know yesterday I had a dream about her. It's a little naughty type."
"Was it about Meera?"
I asked.
He nodded.
"I was in bed with her. You know what I would have been doing with her."
"I know." I smiled. My body was becoming familiarly warm.
"The pose was like, she was lying on the bed sideways and her thighs forwarded. I was kneeling with my thighs spread apart behind her. It was strange to have this pose in my dream because we have never tried this pose. I felt so good as I pressed my left hand on her thigh and slowly pushed my stuff inside her. But what was even weirder and more surprising was when I lifted her leg and moved it between her legs and made her face me. I had positioned myself between her legs, and she was smiling at me when I pushed again into her. Suddenly I felt like I was not me. I was you!"
Desai's eyes shone as he revealed and he went on. "I had become you, Krish. Meera was looking at her husband and enjoying every moment of great sex with you."
"That was surprising."
I said.
"When I woke up and realised what I was dreaming I couldn't help but wonder why I had such a dream. It was great though."
"Why do you think you had such a dream?"
I asked.
"Perhaps I'm getting thrilled by how you are going to have it with Meera, once this is over." He gestured at my plastered leg as he spoke. "If she was sleeping with you, irrespective of having sex or not, maybe it would have looked normal. But Meera is making the thought special, with her stubborn promises."
"She's making it tough as well with her stubborn promise, isn't she?"
"You know that."
"What did you do after the dream? Did you fantasise about her?"
"I have fantasies about her. But I didn't shag. You know I'm saving it all for her; for the day she comes back to my bed."
Desai looked me in the eyes when he said that. His eyes were shining like anything.
"She will come back to me one day, won't she?"
He asked.
"She will."
"Recover soon for that," Desai got up from the chair. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, together."
He left soon, having reopened a bundle of wild fantasies. In all of them, I saw Meera screaming with pleasure.
 
On Sunday morning, Meera wanted to visit the temple. She was surprised when Desai offered to accompany her.
"You are not really a religious person, are you?" She asked. "I've heard you prefer the office to the temple."
"Not when I'm walking with a goddess." Desai quipped.
Meera made a face at him.
"Same old flattery. Out-dated!"
When Meera returned to my room wearing a saree, ready to leave for the temple, she told me Desai was going with her. I responded happily but as soon as they left I started feeling jealous. I knew it was just a temple visit but I was witnessing something new happening between Desai and my wife. A bond that didn't have anything to do with sex.
 
Luckily after a few minutes, Nidhi phoned me. She was planning to visit me.
But I said no.
"Meera is not here, Nidhi. I'd find it tough to answer the door myself. Can you visit two hours later? Meera would be home by then."
Even though I was saying Meera would be home in two hours, the truth was that I wasn't sure about it.
"I'm afraid I have another commitment at noon, Krish sir," Nidhi said. "I'll find another day to visit."
I suggested she visit the next day.
"I have work," she laughed. "Have you forgotten?"
I laughed too.
"I haven't forgotten, dear. But why don't you ask your new boss to spare you a few hours? Tell him that you want to visit me."
I suggested. Nidhi agreed that she would try.
Our conversation lasted one hour, and it helped me forget about Meera and Desai for a while.
 
Meera and Desai took close to three hours before they returned. I asked Desai about their first day-time date.
Desai laughed.
"I'm not sure I can call it a date. Because she was talking only about you. There was nothing about me."
I felt glad for a moment only to doubt him the next. I knew he could be lying.
Meera and he had in fact gone shopping after the temple visit. "On his insistence," Meera would tell me later.
 
That evening Piyush visited. Meera was home but Desai had gone somewhere. I felt it was good because I didn't want Piyush to know that Desai was staying with us. The last time when I had met him - on his wedding anniversary at Nagpur - I had told him about having learnt to keep Desai away from my personal life.
Piyush sat on the chair near my bed and we had a long chat. He began with an apology for not visiting me earlier.
"I was on a family tour to Kashmir, Krish. I didn't know."
He said.
I said it was okay.
"I'm quite happy about your visit. I had thought about telling you about this. But Desai had told me about your trip."
I said and quickly regretted dragging Desai's name into the conversation.
"You are still in touch with him?"
I noticed him looking around as he asked as if he was making sure Meera wasn't standing there.
Meera was in the kitchen, making coffee or something.
"He is..." I cleared my throat. "He was very helpful. He's in here only, since the accident."
"Is he still in Pune?" Piyush looked surprised. I was sure he would be stunned if I told him the truth. I was not sure how to tell him that Desai was staying with us. If I told him that Desai was given a room in my house to sleep in, I knew he would imagine the rest based on his knowledge from the past.
However, as I was struggling to find a way to deal with Piyush's curiosity, I heard the door of my room opening. And there stood Desai.
"Hey! What a surprise!" Desai shouted and rushed in to hug Piyush. "When did this happen?"
"What?" Piyush laughed, returning the hug. "The accident?"
Desai laughed.
 
When Meera walked in, she had four cups of coffee on the tray in her hand.
"You knew he would come?"
Piyush asked.
"Who?" Meera looked at him in surprise. "He's part of the family."
Piyush had taken the coffee cup in his hand but Meera's reply made him stop his body movements all at once. Meera read his surprise and turned to me.
"Krish, you didn't tell him?"
I was at loss for words.
"I've been here with Krish and Meera, Piyush," Desai revealed, "since the accident."
"Oh, I see." Piyush nodded understandably, but the pace he was shaking his head made it obvious that he was struggling to believe what he had heard.
And I was struggling to look him in the eyes.
"Luckily he was with us when Krish fell," Meera said. "He has been helpful to us more than anyone else. There is no word to thank him, to be honest."
Her innocent revelation only helped my embarrassment to mount.
 
All of them settled around my bed over a friendly conversation while having tea. Piyush was behaving pretty normally and I slowly began to get over the shame.
After the coffee Meera went to the kitchen and Desai excused himself to his room promising that he would return soon, Piyush found an opportunity to talk to me in private.
"You told me you had disassociated yourself from Desai, Krish."
He said.
"I tried, Piyush," I said. "But it didn't work out. We were professionally together, I mean the company I manage belongs to him. But now he's staying here with us only to help. There's nothing else. Meera is right. Without his help, we would have found it very tough."
Piyush smiled.
"You don't have to assure me of anything, Krish. I know you and Meera as a couple. It's your life. I do believe that you guys are happy with each other. I'm sure you'd stay so in future too."
Piyush's willingness to believe what I said made me happy. Because I was not lying. My wife had made a promise that Desai's stay would be only for friendship, at least until I chose otherwise. And her decision to keep that promise was suddenly gaining more value in my mind.
 
A few minutes later, Meera returned to join us and sat on the edge of my bed. Her return made us quickly shift to neutral subjects. Desai too walked in later, and he sat on the chair next to Piyush. I could not help but wonder what was in each man's mind while talking to my wife. As I tried to sit up and lean my back on the pillow, Meera got up and helped me. I was alright until I noticed how Piyush and Desai were looking at her curvy back. The sleeveless kurta she was wearing was tight around her body and was exposing the perfect shape of her body. The way both men were helplessly drawn to enjoy the sight made me hard instantly.
I hated it as soon as Piyush left. But the erection lasted longer.
 
Meera later opined that Piyush was not ready to buy when he heard about Desai's stay in our house.
"He was giving me a strange look when I was praising you."
She said.
"He was jealous," Desai said. "And he would have been more jealous if he knew what is going on between us."
His use of present tense made me quickly wonder if he meant to say 'what is going on between us’.
Meera too had noticed it.
"What's going on between us?"
Desai laughed.
"I mean to say what happened between us, my queen! I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
The tone of his voice made me quickly realise he was teasing me. Meera made a face at him.
"That night when he stayed overnight here, that was a great night, wasn't it? Piyush would have died of jealousy if he heard your voice even for a minute." Desai said again, this time teasing Meera directly. "But thanks to the robust door of our bedrooms, we were saved."
"Don't make me remember that night," Meera said and got up. "I'd be very embarrassed." She was not looking at him directly. I felt she was remembering exactly what she didn't want to.
Desai smiled at me when she left the room. "Warm memories, right?"
I couldn't disagree.
"There was a thrill of doing something extraordinary that night. Whatever I do with Meera is always extraordinary but that night felt like an adventure trip. Meera was initially trying to control her voice by pressing over her mouth because she was scared that it would be heard from outside. We both were acting like we were scared of Piyush, with the fear of getting caught, to be honest. It was funny when we remembered the soundproof door. After that, oh god! It was a hell of a ride."
"If you make me remember that night, or any other night, I'll be left with no other option than jerking my dick in the night. Eventually, it'll be delaying my recovery and your chance to have it with Meera again. Don't you want to sleep with her again, Desai?"
I asked, choosing my words boldly.
Desai was indeed surprised by my open talk. He stared at me with a smile and nodded.
"Of course, Krish." He said. "I want to sleep with her. And I know you'll have to get up from the bed for that."
He said it like a confession. I loved how helpless he looked at the moment.
"Then let's give our dirty minds some rest," I said.
 
That night after having dinner in my room, Desai helped Meera in the kitchen while doing the dishes. The door of my room was open and I could hear her instructing him about wiping the washed plates with a towel and then keeping them on the plate basket. I could hear them chatting and laughing.
A few minutes later, they returned to my room to spend time with me as usual.
 
That night when they went to sleep I remembered Desai's words.
"I have no plan to make Krish doubt us, about what we do out there every night."
I knew he was merely teasing me. But I could not stop thinking about it. After a while, I took the pain to get up and walk up to the door. I opened it and waited still in the darkness for a moment. There was absolute silence from Meera's room.
But I was far from being at peace. I kept the door slightly open when I went back to bed.
In the morning too, I kept the door slightly open to allow me to hear any sound from the outside until Meera and Desai were home. And it was going to be my new habit.
 
Chapter to be cont’d