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Chapter 38 continues…

 
 
 
Monday night at dinner Meera was wearing a sleeveless tank top. The dark blue top and the light pink long skirt was making her look gorgeous. While she served me food on my plate I couldn't help but steal glances at her cleavage and armpits. I was feeling warm and I wanted to be embraced by her. I wanted to feel her body scent, and I wanted to kiss her. Even while eating food, I dreamt of her sitting on my lap and lifting her arms to let me inhale her armpit. I wanted to lick them.
Desai was sitting in the same room and I was forced to keep my dreams just to myself.
Meera turned to serve food on Desai's plate. He was consciously not looking at her. Meera then sat on the chair next to him. It had now become very noticeable that they were not making eye contact. But their chairs were too close to each other, they could sense the other person breathing, chewing food, and even thinking about each other.
"What happened?" I asked. "You guys are okay?"
Meera spent a moment before she turned her eyes to me.
"I'm okay." She said. "What happened?"
"She's a little angry with me," Desai said, throwing a glance at her. "But I don't know why."
"No, I'm not angry with anyone," Meera said quickly.
When she finished the food and went to the kitchen I asked Desai about it.
"I haven't figured out why she's angry with me, Krish." He said.
"Did you say something to her?" I asked.
"I told her to shift in here. I felt you guys should spend a little more time together." Desai said as he got up with his plate. "She made a harsh decision because she wants to help you recover faster. It's a good decision but it becomes harsh because of my presence here. I was suggesting that I should move out if it is required."
"But I am not sure she would move in here just because you are not here."
I said.
"She could do anything."
"But why she's angry?"
"That's unknown." Desai smiled at me. He took the empty plate from my hand and went to the kitchen. I was amazed to see his transformation. He was a man I had charged physically once, for claiming that my wife was a whore. And now he was carrying my used plate to the kitchen. It was not a thing he was doing to impress me or my wife. Because like I knew, he was confident about being intimate with Meera again in the future. If there was something capable of delaying it, it was his decision to stay with us. If he had gone to his hometown or Mumbai, he would have been missed by Meera.
But he was staying, to help us. Because he was a friend.
 
When Meera returned to the room I asked her why she was angry with Desai.
"I'm stressed over work, Krish. I'm not angry with him. If he wants to move out, I'm fine with that. Don't think I'm going to start sleeping with you the moment he leaves."
I saw Desai at the door.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Come on, Desai. Why are we making things harder than they are?" I said.
"I came to take my phone," Desai said and grabbed his phone from the table. "And say good night."
"Speak, Desai," I demanded.
Desai stood near Meera and had a look at her. His eyes remained at her eyes for a few seconds and then wandered all over her face for another few seconds. Meera stood without looking at her but eventually, she turned to him.
"What?"
She asked.
Desai smiled at me. "Krish, my opinion was that she should stop treating you like you are bedridden. Your leg is not broken. It's a fracture. I'm sure you can stand up if you wanted to."
"That's not the only thing you think." Meera interrupted.
"Yes, that's not..." Desai turned to her. "Because there are parts of his body which are working hundred per cent. Some parts can turn an idle man's mind into a devil's workshop."
"I'm not ill-treating you, Krish. That's the last thing I want to hear about me." Meera said to me.
"I didn't say that, Meera," Desai said sternly. "I said whatever you are doing shouldn't become ill-treatment. I was talking about the future."
"You're interested in the future because..." Meera began to say and paused as if to restart her sentence again. She looked at me. "He's trying to get me into your bed so that he could break my word and start fucking me every night."
Her words sounded harsh even to me.
Desai moved closer to her.
"You are reading too much between the lines, Meera. I was only talking about Krish. I have no hesitation to admit how much I want to take you to my bed. I’m cent per cent sure you are aware of that. But I can also follow self-control and behave with constraints, like you. Krish is your husband whom you want to take good care of; Likewise, he's my brother whom I want to take good care of. My thought process was solely based on that. You should stop involving me, Meera. Stop worrying about your promise, damn it. Before it should escalate further, I think I should be leaving."
"You can leave in the morning," Meera said quickly. She was staring at him now. And their faces were within breathing distance.
"You guys shouldn't be arguing over me," I said. "It's hurting more than these injuries."
Meera turned to me and moved forward. Her eyes were suddenly wet. "I only want to see you recover sooner, baby. There's nothing else that I want to do now." She leaned forward and caressed my cheek. "Are you desperate for me, like he says?"
I smiled. "There's nothing I can't handle, baby."
I felt warm with her soft touch. I grabbed her palm and smiled at her again. My eyes were perhaps betraying me. I wanted her to hug me tight but I didn't want to tell her that. I didn't either know how to hide it from her.
"Meera, I'm sorry to say this but you are thinking about sex only," Desai said, taking my attention back from her. "My point is that there are other forms of intimacy that are beyond sex. Like a kiss. You shouldn't stop yourself from kissing him if you want to make him feel better. Ask him if he wouldn't be happy if you kissed him."
Meera wiped her eyes quickly before turning to him.
"You are still trying to make it happen, Susheel. Will you stop it?"
"Come on, Meera," Desai threw his hand in the air with frustration. "Yes, that's what I wanted. You know you are giving too much value to your stupid promise at Krish's expense and our friendship's expense. So be it, don't kiss him. Or kiss him if you want. But if you kiss him after this moment, I will demand you let me kiss you for sure."
I laughed, forcefully. "What's the big deal you both are making about a kiss?"
"It's a big deal. Yes." Desai said assertively.
Meera laughed a little too as if to ridicule him. I was looking for her reaction. "Are we going to kiss?" She asked me.
My eyes lowered to her lips before returning to her eyes.
"And after that?" She asked again.
"After that," I said, "you kiss him too. What's the big deal about it?"
Meera shook her head and looked sideways as if watching Desai through the corner of her eyes. And then she kissed me. She bent forward to put one hand on my shoulder and then kissed me on my lips. It was a soft kiss that lasted less than two seconds. But I felt the warmth of her lips.
"Feeling better?" She asked with a smile.
"A lot better," I said.
She nodded and moved back, and turned to Desai. "Now it's your turn, mister. Do your kiss."
I could sense anger in her voice.
Desai took a deep breath and moved closer. I thought he would turn down her offer in anger. But he moved closer and put his right hand behind her head. And he brought his mouth to hers all the way. It was not the soft and lovely form of affection that I had given her a moment ago. It was a jaw-smacking, all-consuming wile kiss which looked like an aggressive invasion on Meera's mouth. I saw his palm behind her head becoming rigid and his jawline moving as he sucked on her lips. Meera's eyes were closed and her chest was beginning to move up and down as she was choked by the kiss. The kiss lasted many seconds and left her gasping for air in the end. As he pulled himself back I saw her lower lip being released from his mouth at the last moment.
Meera was left to stare at him and panting. I was completely stunned.
"I am leaving tomorrow."
Desai said sternly and left the room.
Meera took time to settle down her breathing and shivering before she turned to me.
"Moron." She blurted before adding hurriedly, "Goodnight, Krish."
She too left my room without waiting for my reaction.
 
What has just happened? I was left pondering. The lovely feeling that I had experienced while getting a soft kiss from my wife had suddenly given way to lust and confusion. I felt Desai didn't mean to express his love with that kiss. It was rather a way to vent out his frustration. He was really pissed off by Meera's constant accusing of his character. I too felt Meera was mean and she deserved introspection.
After a while, I switched off the light in the room and prepared to sleep despite knowing that it would be tough to find sleep. Then I heard the sound of the door opening. I switched on the table lamp. It was Meera.
"I'm unable to find sleep, Krish." She said and sat on the chair, pulling it close to my bed. "Susheel was right. I shouldn't make you sleep alone like this. My company might allow you to recover earlier than otherwise."
I laughed. "Don't behave like I'm bedridden with a life-threatening disease, Meera. It's just a bodily injury; I'll recover irrespective of where you sleep. Just relax."
Meera grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth.
"I know you are just making me feel better by saying such things. I'm sorry for making a scene. I was unsure about how to respond to his claims. I didn't want to accept it."
"Are you going to make out with me?" I asked. "Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too. How was the kiss, by the way?"
Meera bit her lips and smiled at me.
"You moron, you are enjoying at my expense. I feel manipulated."
"You let him."
She shook her head sideways. "But I'm not going to...I don't want to make out with him openly when you are still lying in bed."
"You have a plan."
She nodded, "I'm going to cheat on him."
And she placed her palm on my crotch. It was hard. But more than the feeling of being caught, I was thrilled by the touch.
"I've been noticing this, lately; you are always carrying a hardness."
She said. She had started caressing it. She tried to grab it over the clothes. I could feel my blood rushing toward it. My body was becoming warm. And it soon caught fire as Meera pulled the waistline of my boxer and pulled my throbbing erection out. It stood up with its tip pointing to the ceiling.
"After so many days..." she smiled at me and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. The touch of her delicate fingers felt like heaven to me. The next moment she leaned forward and brought her mouth over it. And soon, I let out a gasp as her head went down, taking my dick deep into her throat all the way. My entire body stiffened as she pulled back while keeping her lips tight around it.
"He was right," Meera gushed. "It's working hundred per cent."
"Yes, it is." I smiled.
Her head went down again and it marked a nonstop session of sucking. Soon her lips were shining with my precum on them. The up-and-down movement became smoother. I was moaning slowly.
"Oh, my baby. It feels so great. Mmm..."
I ran my fingers over her head, but without trying to disturb her flow. After a long, nonstop session, she pulled out to wipe her lips with the back of her palm.
"Don't hold back, Krish." She said.
She wanted to make me cum. I nodded.
She went down again, this time first giving a licking under the shaft and caressing my balls with her left hand. And again, she shoved the whole length into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. I let out a gasp. I could soon feel my stomach throbbing. I was anticipating a climax.
"I'm close, baby..." I moaned. Meera's pace only increased, and a few seconds later, I sensed the peak. I let out a small cry as I exploded inside her mouth and I felt my sperm gushing out in large quantities. Meera stopped moving and held her lips shut around the head of my dick. Her eyes were closed and I saw her eyes moving with each spurting of cum I had in her mouth. And she swallowed it all, as I watched with a great sense of satisfaction.
"It's a lot." Meera smiled at me as she finally pulled it out. "As is you've been storing it here."
I laughed. "I had no choice."
Meera got up and kissed me. The softness of her lips brought me memories of many other nights in our past. I felt great.
Meera pulled my boxer up in place and then went to the washroom to wash her mouth. She kissed me on my forehead again when she returned.
"Good night, Krish." She whispered.
"Goodnight, baby," I said.
She began to leave only to pause for a moment. "I've cheated on him. But this must remain a secret between us, promise me? If you tell him then..."
"No. I won't tell him. I swear."
I said joyously and then quickly added. "But you should say sorry to him. He was right."
"I will." She said and left.
 
I was suddenly at peace. I was thrilled. I felt like I had achieved something I had never thought I would have. And I fell asleep quicker than I wanted to.
 
In the morning I asked Meera if she had spoken to Desai.
"He's gone to the gym. I'll speak to him when he comes back." She said.
When Desai returned from the gymnasium, I asked him to change his decision and stay back.
"Meera was angry. It could be work stress or something. Her anguish isn't something new to you, is it?" I asked.
"I would think about it, Krish," Desai said.
Meera left at her regular time. I was not sure if she spoke to Desai and settled things. Twenty minutes later, Desai too came to me as he was ready to leave for the office.
"Did she speak to you?"
I asked.
"Yes, she asked me to stay back."
"Good," I said. "But you need to restrain yourself from showing your desperation. She's possibly angry because of that."
Desai nodded.
"I am desperate, Krish. There's no hesitation to acknowledge it. But there is also calmness in me because one day, sooner or later, Meera is going to come back to me. She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then. You know, there is a sense of joy in playing this waiting game, after all. That day when I reclaim her body and sweat, that day she becomes mine again, that day will be very special. You will hear her crying in pleasure. I will leave that door open, Krish. You can listen or you can watch. What do you want to do, Krish? Watch or listen?"
I was stunned by the brutal honesty with which he was speaking. I could not mouth an audible response. I coughed.
"Relax, Krish. You are going to love the day."
He patted my shoulder and walked away.
Desai had pushed me down to a pit of wild fantasy and left me to swim across it for the rest of the day. It took me the hell of self-control to avert my brain from it. I forced myself to read some news on my mobile phone.
 
 
Desai returned to the house fifteen minutes later, and he came to my room directly.
"I forgot my purse, Krish. I came to take it."
He returned with the purse to say bye again and left. I soon heard the front door opening and closing. However, I heard footsteps going back to the room. I wondered why he was going back. I heard the other room's door closing. And there was complete silence after that. I was sure he had gone back to the room and the lack of any other sound made it obvious that he was still in that room.
I had gone back to reading the news on my mobile phone. But at the back of my mind, something had begun to smell foul. After finishing the article I was reading, I spent a moment to realise that I hadn't heard the sound of Desai returning from the room. I was sure he was still there. At first, I wondered if he decided against going to the office. But he had specifically told me that he had a comeback to take the purse and he had said bye to me after.
There was something that I was not able to see. I knew that.
Eventually, I took the pain to leave my bed and walked over to the door. As I opened the door slowly, I thought I heard a whisper. It was a male voice and it had come from Meera's room. The door was closed and I felt Desai was speaking to someone. But there weren't many words to make it look like a whole conversation.
I waited confusedly, and suddenly I heard a small cry. It sounded like it came from a woman's throat.
My whole body was put on alert instantly.
Is Meera there in that room?
I opened my door wider and tried to concentrate on Meera's room. And a minute later, I heard another cry.
"Huuh!!" It was a scream. It was the familiar voice of a woman hitting the peak of pleasure. I felt my knees weak and I placed my palm on the wall to support my body from falling.
The voice didn't sound like that of Meera. But I knew it was the distance between the doors that was making it tough to hear. A part of my body wanted to run to that door and listen to make sure it was her. But the other part of my body had become too stiff to move an inch forward for I knew it was her. It was my beloved wife, who made that pleasure cry.
And the next moment I heard another cry, it was louder and shorter. The sound was even more familiar, as I quickly recognised it was the sound of my wife welcoming Desai's cock into her pussy. And the cry became loud moans very soon, as Desai began it.
"She's gonna grab my cock and guide it into her beloved pussy. Meera too knows, how she's gonna go crazy for a while then..."
His words echoed in my head and I couldn't believe how easily he had made his plans a reality. My wife, who had begun to seem like a chaste woman a few hours ago, was now lying in that bed, with her legs parted. I was not sure how she was doing it. But I was sure what she was doing.
"I'm going to cheat on him."
Meera had told me in the night. And I was a fool to stop thinking beyond that because I had myself warned her, Think again, you'll end up doing the same with him too.'"
I could now see how she would have told Desai the same thing in the morning.
"I am going to cheat on him."
She would have promised him how she would sneak back into the house after pretending to leave for the office. The picture was becoming crystal clear quickly.
The sounds from Meera's bedroom were on a steady rise. The sound of two people having wild sex was now easily recognisable. Only thing was that the woman didn't sound like my beloved wife. She had become someone else. Someone, who was determined to welcome Desai's monster dick into her pussy and give him all the pleasure.
All the promises she had made to me had gone in the wind. My eyes were wet with tears, and my vision blurred.
I went back to my bed and lay down silently. My dick was hard and I hated my inability to control it.
I could still hear the sound through the slightly open door. It was not clearly audible, but it was the only sound I could hear at that moment. And when Meera's voice peaked, it reached me clearly. Desai was gifting my wife another memorable orgasm. And I heard a groan from Desai. I knew it was the sound of him filling my wife's pussy with his sperm.
After that everything became silent. I lay with my eyes closed, having lost the power to get up again and interrupt them. I heard the sound of the door opening, but no one came to my room. I heard the footsteps as they left silently.
The betrayal was complete.
 
I took a long breath and my eyes became teary again. I knew that no amount of excuses could justify my wife's action this time. Meera was aware of this and that's why she was doing it so secretly. Their plan was perfect. But their mistake was that they blindly trusted the soundproof door. They thought no sound would escape that room. And no one would know.
I was sure neither Desai nor Meera was going to tell me what they did in that room on that day. I was sure neither of them was going to tell me what they did to me on that day. But there was something even more devastating that I knew.
That it was just a new beginning.
 
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So much of a wait , some time I feel Krish take one month time give all remaining all 4 update at once...

I wish I could give all 4 updates at once so that I can free myself from the timelines. But it's a wish that's tough to achieve. The last update had come comparatively earlier because of the small size. Now the story is coming to an end and I'm busy tying the lose ends. If I make an event in chapter 39, I'll have to leave a consequence in the later chapters. It's delaying the writing as lately I've been writing more about chapter 40 than about chapter 39. My Target to posting c39 is this weekend. 

Thank you all for being patient and showing support.

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Guys, tomorrow update is seemingly not happening. Don't want to keep you waiting with false expectation. I will need more time. Can't say 2 or 3 days.

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Chapter 39

To say that I was devastated by my wife's betrayal would be an overstatement. Because I had no right to be devastated by such incidents in my life.

She hadn't done anything new. She had slept with a man who had already broken her chastity many times before. But the point of concern was that she had broken a promise she had given me.
As I lay in bed despondently, my mind flew back in time to the day it all began. It was the day when I found Meera on the brink of cheating on me with Sunny. It was the first time in my life when I had to face the thought of another man putting his hand on my wife. I was smart enough to stop them before it was too late. One of the most shocking moments of that incident was hearing the sound of Sunny closing the zipper of his pants. That soft sound was a reminder of how closer my wife had gone to the moment of gifting her chastity to another man. A reminder of how my wife had turned herself into a willing partner in a betrayal. I had, since then, lived many moments of my wife presenting her body to another man. Most of them were with my permission or at least my knowledge. To be honest, sex with other men had become so common. I had evolved into a willing cuckold who loved to shag while my wife's body was used for another man's pleasure. There was no need for any form of cheating. We were open. Like some thought, we had become a special couple.
But suddenly, the sound of Meera moaning with pleasure was taking me back to the very first day. It was not that my wife was having sex with another man. It was rather about the promise she made to me. She had told me she wouldn't do it.
But she had done it. I had heard her screaming, enjoying the orgasm gifted by a very skilful Desai. She had indeed broken the promise.
 
It was the moment I realised one thing; this was another phase of my life. I had been familiar with the feeling of my wife having sex with another man with my permission. But now I was getting to live the feeling when I was being cheated on. The last time Meera cheated on me was with Ashish. But she immediately regretted it and confessed to me. This time, I was sure she would not confess to me. And there would not be any form of remorse. And this would not be a one-time incident like she did with Ashish. It was more like a successfully carried-out theft. It would be repeated. Meera was going to have sex with Desai again and again.
Whenever she had cheated on me, let it be with Ashish or Sunny, the cuckold nature in me had erased the shock from my subconscious mind and replaced it with curiosity and then with fantasies. My biggest fear was that I would do the same this time too. Because I knew no other way. Perhaps it was an inbuilt mechanism of my mind to overcome the devastation associated with reality.
 
I was equally baffled by the thoughts on why Meera did what she did. She could have easily told me that she wanted to sleep with Desai. She had no reason to believe that I would stop her. But instead, she made a promise she couldn't keep. More than the event of cheating, the nature of it was more alarming. She had sneaked back to her room to have sex with him.
What was she thinking? Was she finding another way to have fun? Having sex with a different partner was indeed fun. But she had lived that pleasure many times. Was she trying to enter the next level?
Meera had many times mentioned to me her fear of me trying to enter the next level of cuckoldry. And now, she was entering the next level of unchasteness.
She was sleeping with another man behind her husband's back. Perhaps it would give her more pleasure. A sense of achievement. A secret sense of pleasure of having found a way to have fun without depending on the mercy of her cuckold husband.
 
After eating my head with my thoughts, I decided to leave my bed and check out Meera's bedroom. My injuries had improved a lot. It was my emotional side that had become weaker now. I walked slowly to Meera's bedroom with the help of crutches. As expected, the bedroom looked neat and the bed sheet was devoid of any spots. There was no visible evidence. Except for the familiar smell of his cum. Desai's cum, which my wife allowed to fill her pussy. It must have been a lot. I thought and further remembered Desai's words.
"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."
And he had just turned his fantasy into reality. I sat on the bed and ran my palm on the smooth bed sheet. I could feel Meera's presence in the room. I looked up and saw the ceiling and tried to imagine how Meera would have looked at it while getting her pussy filled.
 
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I checked the time and guessed that it wouldn't be the caretaker.
The next moment, the phone in my room started ringing. It could be the person waiting at my door. The only face I could remember was that of Parvati. I discarded the thought to go to the room and check who it was and proceeded to the front door. My heart was still beating hard, this time for a different reason. I was praying that the visitor should be Parvati. I felt I was going to embrace her and kiss her. Not because I was unbearably horny. But because I required emotional support. I wanted the soft body and warmth of a woman to reduce the overflow of my emotions. Seeing me on the brink of an emotional breakdown, Parvati wouldn't mind helping me.
 
However, as I was rushing towards the door, I was hit with a thought. That I was becoming too desperate, even though I wouldn't admit that I was desperate for sex. I felt whatever happened half an hour ago was a consequence of what had happened last night. Both Meera and Desai were pushed to a point of no control and desperation. Morning. The morning's act - the betrayal - was only a logical end to it. It was I who insisted Meera talk to Desai and reconcile with him. Wasn't I pushing her to him?
 
I felt I shouldn't blame Meera. I only needed to let my anger go. I only needed to balance my thoughts which were coated with a sense of devastation.
As I stood at the door and began to unbolt it, I had subconsciously made up my mind.
Today, when Parvati put her hands on me, and help me walk to my bed, I was not going to let her walk away. I was sure she would be kind enough to read my feelings, and she would help me become calm.
 
But when the door was opened, I saw Nidhi standing there. Wearing a white shirt and black pants, she looked as if she was dressed for the office. The wrinkle-free thin fabric of her shirt revealed the trace of her bra cup and straps. Her lipstick shade matched with one of Meera's favourite brands that I was familiar with and it helped Nidhi look more beautiful than ever.
But I still knew that I had opened the door to welcome Parvati, not her daughter.
I was too disappointed to smile at her, and at the same time, I was too impressed to look away. I kept staring at her to the point of making her nervous.
"You're staring at me, making me nervous, Krish sir," Nidhi said.
"You look different."
I said and watched her panicking further. I smiled. "In a good sense. You look hot, girl. I'd have loved to go on a date with you if I could walk properly. Come in."
"If you could walk properly," Nidhi laughed. "I'm praying for that to happen sooner, Krish sir."
I led her to the hall. I chose to walk with the help of crutches, without seeking help from Nidhi.
"I'm praying for your speedy recovery, sir. I miss you in the office."
She said.
While sitting on the couch, Nidhi grabbed my hand to help to keep me from falling into it. I felt her cheek rubbing with mine and as she bent forward to support me, I saw a glimpse of her breasts through the gap at the collar of her shirt. But I was far from the mindset to care about it. I asked her to help herself by having the drinks from the refrigerator. She poured the juice into two glasses and sat with me. We spoke for close to half an hour and in the end, I felt her visit was a blessing in disguise for me as it liberated me from my hopeless thoughts.
While leaving, she promised me she would visit again.
 
In the evening when Desai returned, he straightaway came to my room.
"I'm sorry Krish, for what happened yesterday." He said. He looked sad. "I shouldn't have kissed Meera like that, in front of you. I acted like an opportunist. It was a gesture of love between you and Meera but I turned it into an event of sex."
"Chill, Desai. It's okay." I said. "It looks like you were thinking about it the whole day."
"Yeah, I was," Desai admitted. "You know, I was frustrated that I was going back. Honestly speaking, I didn't want to go back. The thought was frustrating. I told you it's not sex that I'm here for. Many things are beyond sex. Things that can't be told or counted. It's a feeling. A feeling to be somewhere, with someone. Being in the present, at the moment. When Meera spoke to me this morning, all my anger evaporated. There's a reason why I treat her like a goddess, Krish. She can make you happy with a smile. A small touch. She asked me to stay and said you too wanted the same. My decision-making has no value in front of her." He laughed when he said that last sentence.
Yes, she could change your mind with a small touch. I thought. And she could make you move earth with what she did to you in the morning.
I forced a smile at him.
"I'm glad you've changed your decision, Desai."
 
In the night while having dinner I saw Meera behaving cheerfully with Desai. She was forcing him to eat more. Apparently, the quantity of the dish was slightly high and Meera wanted Desai to have a little more than usual.
"This is delicious food, I know baby. But I can't take extra calories."
"You have the option to work out a little more in the morning, haven't you?" Meera asked. "Why do you have to worry about extra calories?"
"Why don't you serve it to Krish instead?" Desai suggested.
"No, he cannot burn the extra calories."
Meera said and looked at me for validation. I nodded.
I wondered if they were having secret fun in front of me. I knew Meera would never do it, but there was this devil in my head who was telling me against my wish that it could be the case.
Is she inviting him to burn out a little more calories in her bed in the morning again?
 
Later when they went to the kitchen with the used crockery I heard them laughing aloud. Desai was telling some jokes that happened to him in the office during the day. And Meera was laughing her heart out. I wish I could also hear the joke and have a good laugh. For a moment I felt lonely again.
 
That night when the light went off, nobody came to my room. Not even my sleep.
 
The next day when Desai and Mera left, I found myself anticipating the door to open again. I was expecting them to sneak back in. Desai had found a way to get what he wanted.
Why would he stop having fun when he knew that he could have more of it? Why would Meera stop after living the kinky thrill of doing it behind me once? Maybe they were doing it for the thrill of being able to do it behind me. After all, it was also a form of adventure.
 
However, neither Meera nor Desai came back to the house. Nothing happened in the following days too. Every morning, after their departure I lay in my bed with great anticipation and when nothing happened I felt like I missed something. Eventually, I concluded one thing. That day was an isolated incident which happened because of me. I had asked Meera to talk to Desai that morning. I had asked her to apologize to Desai. In one way I was sending Meera that to him.
What I had forgotten while sending her to him was that she was intimate with me the previous night. She had given me a head for my pleasure. But what about her? She was also living a life without sex since my accident. That too, in the presence of a man who was capable of giving her insane pleasure. That night when she went to bed she would have longed for a man's warmth. Her inner thighs would have longed for a man's touch. And in the morning when she went to Desai he would have told her how much he wanted to hold her in his arms. And his desire for her was already expressed the previous night when he kissed her. I had witnessed how he had devoured her lips. He had kissed her very long and still, he was hesitating to let her go. When she went to him in the morning and asked to stop, he would have asked what she would do for him if he stopped. At first, she would have expressed her inability to give anything. But Desai would insist. At one of her weakest moments, she would have let him kiss. And she would have known the possibilities immediately. He would have asked to come back, and sneak back to her room with him. She would have even walked away at first, rejecting his offer. But desperation can make you do anything. Meera would have remembered all the moments she had spent with him. Those moments could make her knees weak. The memories of those moments would have turned her around. Once inside the house, he would have directed her to quietly walk to her room, while he checked that I was just lying down in my bed. And then pretending to be leaving, he would have walked back to the room. And he would have told Meera how much he had been waiting for this moment. She too would have whispered in his ears how much she had been missing him while getting her pussy stuffed by his cock. I had heard her screaming loud in a voice that no more belonged to her. I was sure she would struggle to contain all that pleasure.
The pleasure that she would have preferred to enjoy again and again but instead made it into a one-time incident. Maybe they would do it again after a few days. I knew I had to wait.
 
Every day I spend the morning with expectations of opening another chapter of my wife's cheating game. As soon as they left I used to get up and leave the door open by two inches. But no one came back and my disappointment began to increase day by day. The thought of my wife cheating on me was sad but at the same time, the thought of catching them in the act felt the opposite.
 
Saturday night Meera had a birthday party to attend at her colleague's house. Desai volunteered to drop her at the place. Meera said it was not needed. However, he kept on insisting and eventually, she gave in and left with him at six o'clock. By the time they returned, my mind had started wandering into a forest with insecure thoughts. Luckily they returned before ten o'clock.
 
One day Parvati visited again. It was in the morning, right after Desai left.
The moment I heard the doorbell, my phone too started ringing. I felt a sense of joy upon seeing Parvati's number on the screen as if I was waiting to see her for many days. I ended up rushing towards the door.
Parvati smiled at me, seeing me panting.
"What happened? Were you working out?" She asked.
I pointed to my crutches.
"Yeah, I was practising sword fighting with this."
Parvati laughed. "I would like to know who you were fighting with," she quipped.
"I was practising myself but I am looking for someone else to join me."
I said and forwarded my hand to her. She grabbed it readily.
When she stood next to me and put her arm to hold around me I put my hand around her and smiled at her. Parvati was amused.
"You look different," she said.
"Really?"
"You are looking at me differently."
"Maybe you are looking different than I have seen you before."
"What happened to me?"
"Maybe that's what I am also looking for."
We started walking to my room. When we reached the door, I found her body pressing against me. My palm grip became tighter around her soft love handle. Our chests were pressing against each other. I could feel the softness of her breasts, and it made my body warm.
"You have improved a lot," Parvati said while helping me sit on the bed. "You were faster and lighter."
I smiled, "I could even walk without your help. But I felt good because you were holding me dearly."
Parvati's eyes shone.
"I knew you were faking it. You could walk."
We had a good laugh.
 
Parvati had bought some fruits the other day. But I didn't want to eat fruit. Parvati went to the kitchen and made fruit juice. I sat on the bed and she touched the juice glass to my lips. I could only drink half.
"Didn't it taste good?"
She was worried.
"No," I said. "I am full. You can have it."
Parvati drank the leftover juice from the same glass. As she finished, I noticed the line of juice over her upper lips. I felt the urge to wipe it with my fingers. But I didn't. Instead, I watched her lap it up with her tongue.
 
Parvati spent an hour with me. She spoke sitting next to my bed and I didn't even know how time was passing. When she decided to leave, I accompanied her to the door.
"I am quite happy to see you walking alone." She said.
"I am not happy with walking alone when you are here," I said with a wink.
Parvathi blossomed into a broad smile. "No one wants to walk alone," she said.
"That's true." I shook my head and we were staring at each other.
"Do you think we should hug?"
Her voice was slow, indicating hesitation.
"Are you reading my mind?" I asked.
She opened her arms and we hugged each other. I pressed my chin onto her shoulder and then turned it slightly right to touch her neck. My arms went around her arms to reach her back in circles. Her forehead was resting on my shoulder. Her body felt light. When I took my arms back I saw her eyes wet. I was surprised.
"What happened?" I asked. "Last time also I had noticed something like this."
Parvati's head was down.
"Last time I cried because it was the first time in a long time someone other than my daughter hugged me tight like that." She said and looked straight into my eyes. I could see an ocean of emotion in her eyes. Parvati was as lonely as I was. I wiped her tears rolling down her cheeks. And I slowly touched her cheek. Her lips parted and I felt the urge to kiss her.
I leaned forward and landed a kiss on her forehead.
"Krish..."
Her voice was softer than ever.
"You are not alone, Parvati. Not alone."
I said.
Parvati shook her head slowly and smiled.
 
When she left I felt good. I felt good for doing nothing even though I wanted to hold her tight and kiss her. I was glad that I was able to control my emotions. I was sure Parvati too would have felt the same.
 
In the evening when Desai came home he brought some documents.
"Vickey security services is now yours, Krish. You are the sole owner of the company."
He forwarded the bundle of documents to me. I didn't want to take it.
"Come on Desai, this is not the time. It can't come for free. I didn't do anything."
I said.
"This is not for free, my friend. This is your hard work. I am merely returning it to you."
"But the investment was yours, Desai. I haven't spent anything."
Desai turned to Meera.
"Meera, please tell him to take it. He deserves it, doesn't he?"
Mera shook her head.
"Yes." She smiled at me. "Take it, Krish."
I was surprised that she decided immediately.
"You can take it too."
Desai told her and forwarded the documents to her.
"Okay,"
Meera took the documents and ran her eyes through them.
"Krish, you'll have to throw a party now."
She said with a cheeky smile.
"I can't throw anything for now," I said. "But I will do that, later."
"Don't throw anything, Krish," Desai said. "I will bring the party here."
 
In the night he started slow music in the hall. And he invited me to come out of my room. I used my crutches and walked out. Meera helped me while sitting on the couch. As she bent forward I didn't miss the sight of her breasts through the neckline of her dress. For a moment the bra-clad melons were on complete display. Desai was arranging drinks and snacks on the coffee table.
"I doubt I'm ready to drink, Desai," I said. "I'm under medication."
Meera looked at him, with an expression on her face sharing the same opinion.
"You can drink soft drinks."
Desai said and poured whiskey into two glasses. He opened a bottle of Breezer for me. I accepted and we toasted soon. Desai sat on the couch facing me, and Meera sat on my left. We began chatting casually.
"Today marks a new beginning," Desai said later. "Krish and I are going separate ways. Different ways. He's got his own business to look after, and I've built a new one for me."
"Are you not going to his office tomorrow?"
Meera asked.
"I'm going. But I'm not the boss. No more."
"That's good. It won't feel like I'm going on a date with his boss when I go next time with you."
Meera said.
Her witty remark made me smile but then I wondered why she brought the dating matter to the otherwise neutral conversation. I was looking at her and she read my mind.
"Susheel has invited me for a date."
She revealed.
I was surprised for a moment and then quickly realised that there was nothing to be surprised about. There could be a lot of things happening without my knowledge. I thought.
I was staring at them alternately.
"Oh, you guys are planning dates now. What about me? Is there anything for me too?"
"Of course, you will... you will have fun too." Desai said.
"Susheel..." Meera's voice sounded like a warning, though a soft one. "Don't veer into your fantasy mode please."
"About fantasies," I began to speak, "I was wondering if you guys were sharing any fantasies in my absence."
Desai smiled at me.
"These days that I am getting to stay with you, they are beyond my fantasies, Krish. I shouldn't be saying this but I have to be honest. Your accident has helped me live a life that was not even my dream. I am grateful but I don't know who to be. If I say thank you to you then Meera would be very angry, she would say I am always looking to join her in bed. But... Like I already told you, our relationship, this friendship, has now become beyond sex."
"Beyond sex." Meera smiled at him. "I love what you said."
"No... don't be so happy," I said. "He is not going to leave without having sex with you baby."
Meera made a face at me.
"I have a feeling that he will do that to please you, mister."
"As if you don't have any pleasure in that."
I hit back.
"Don't blame each other guys." Desai interrupted. "I would like to credit myself for that."
"Yeah, you will do that I know. You are the Alpha male, aren't you?"
Meera asked.
"But I have never tried to dominate you, baby."
"Never?" Meera laughed a little. "I wonder what you would call what you have done in my bed many times."
"I was not trying to dominate you in any way baby. I was just expressing my love. I was just being honest with my emotions. With you, I cannot be anyone else but me. My feelings lead me."
"Uff," Meera scoffed. But her facial expression changed quickly as she spoke further. "Now comes the Romeo Desai."
"You are smiling..."
"Of course, I like that mister," Meera said quickly. "I like it when you behave like a Romeo."
"You can turn anyone into Romeo with a smile like that."
"My hubby is here. Let's stop it before we start flirting."
Meera said as if she cared. Desai was forced to turn his eyes to me.
"You are worrying like he doesn't enjoy it."
His eyes were on me but he was still talking to her.
"I am enjoying it," I said. "I was hoping that it would lead into a situation when one thing moves into another and eventually end up with a familiar climax."
My bold statement had Meera laughing aloud, "Now Krish is taking a dig at you, gentleman."
Desai looked at me and then joined her laughter.
 
Our conversation deviated afterwards to casual things. The night turned out to be a peaceful one. There was no sign of desperation among all of us. When I went to the bed after dinner, I felt very calm.
 
But at the midnight, I woke up after seeing a hot dream in my sleep. In the dream, I had seen myself lying in my bed. I was mentally relaxed despite being aware of what was happening in the other bedroom. In that room, Desai and my wife were making love. I was just waiting for it to be over. And it was very calm while it lasted, or until I woke up.
As I woke up I was astonished to think about what was happening in the other room. It felt like if I got up and checked the other room, I might find them having steamy sex.
My dick had started to ache.
I slowly got up and opened the door. There was no sound coming from Meera's room. But I wasn't sure about Desai's room. That room was still soundproof because I hadn't drilled holes on the door. I still stood at my door, wondering about the probability of Meera being in that room, in bed with Desai.
 
When I went back to bed I thought about drilling holes in that door too, but I decided against it as I knew I was not in a state to carry out such a physical task. I thought about buying a voice recorder online. As the idea came to my head, I felt I was a fool for not doing it long ago.
I spend the next half an hour browsing online to find the voice recorder that Desai had used to spy on us. I thought it was very good as I had used it for my hidden missions. I couldn't find the exact model but I was able to find a voice recorder which supported listening live through a synced phone and recording. I slept only after completing the online order.
 
In the morning when Meera left for her office, Desai walked into my room. He was dressed to leave for the office in a few minutes.
"My Mumbai business is almost set up, Krish," he said. "I will be heading back home soon."
"I hope I will be able to recover before the inauguration of your Mumbai office."
I said.
 
Desai had grand plans to inaugurate his new business venture.
"I'm really excited about the inauguration event. I'm thinking of a Bollywood celebrity. You and Meera both should be there with me in Mumbai."
Desai was going to spend the rest of the week in Mumbai.
"But I will come back on Saturday," he added. "Meera has asked me to come back on Sunday to go to a wedding."
Meera had told me about the wedding a few days ago.
"You must be enjoying a lot," I said. "Visiting the temple, going shopping, attending the wedding and all. These are the things that you mentioned as things beyond sex. You are living a dream life, aren't you?"
"Of course I am, my friend. In fact, I am not at all happy to go to Mumbai but what to do - it is a necessity."
"But you are happy."
"Yeah, I am happy there is a reason for that. Yesterday I saw you walking on crutches. You are fine, Krish. You're recovering faster than I expected."
I laughed.
"You are looking so forward to seeing me walking again and I know why."
Desai laughed too.
"I have never tried to make secrets about anything, dear. My heart is open to you. Yes, your recovery is my necessity, though I'm praying for that otherwise too. I am so desperate for Meera. You have no idea how many times I have dreamt about my reunion with her... you just have to get up and be intimate with her once, and then you will see me having my best time with her. You'll see all your dreams come true too."
 
He was blatantly speaking about how he would screw my wife and I was getting excited to hear it from him.
I let out a sigh.
"It now feels like your fantasy is not just about having sex with her again but doing it in my presence. It's stunning when we think how strange it is, isn't it?"
Desai nodded and pulled a chair close to my bed to sit down.
"You're right, Krish. But it is not just my dream. This is in fact your ultimate fantasy, Krish. Watching your beautiful wife getting fucked by me that too from a close POV; like a sofa where you could sit very close to us."
I leaned forward to correct my sitting posture before replying.
"How can you be so sure about my dreams?"
"You're more or less like me, Krish. All you want to witness is to see her have all the fun. You want to see her writhe in pain when her body welcomes my strength. I cherish the moment when she feels the heat of my desire enters her body, you know what I mean. And by now you are also aware that when it happens, her cries become a lot hotter than when you do the same to her. She loves you, I envy you for that. But I'm confident about the pleasure I’m capable of giving her. She enjoys having sex with me. You will love watching it. It will be a moment you'd never forget. We will celebrate together."
Desai's eyes were shining.
"You seem to have a complete fantasy with a lot of details."
I said.
"It thrills me a lot whenever I think of being watched by you, Krish. I have played out that fantasy many times. Starting from the kiss, I want you to witness every moment she spends with me. Be honest with me, Krish; are you not thrilled to watch her in action?"
I was.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Yes, you are. I know that. My fantasy would fascinate you. I have even decided on which dress I would ask her to wear for the big day. I mean, the big night."
"Which dress?"
"There's an off-shoulder top that she had worn during a dinner with me. You were there too. Do you remember?"
I shook my head negatively. "Not sure."
"It's a pink one, dude. She looks her hottest best in that. I remember that night when she wore that dress; she shone like pure gold."
I laughed, amazed by how he was remembering such trivial details about my wife.
 
It was now obvious that he was in the mood to talk about how he would love to fuck my wife on the 'big day'. And I felt he would be tempted to talk about how he had managed to fuck her behind my back already.
I wanted him to talk about it. I had no plan to confront him by revealing that I knew about it because I was sure it would only make him alert in the future. I rather wanted something to be slipped out of his mouth. For that, I wanted him to talk.
"No matter what she wears for the night, you're not gonna let her shine like that till the end of the day, are you?" I asked and went on, "I should be ashamed to admit this. But I'm equally thrilled to admit it, Desai. I have heard her crying with pleasure during sex but the thought that I'm going to witness her cry like that, just makes me crazy."
I had Desai's complete attention.
"Have you imagined how she's gonna cry with pleasure?" He asked.
"I can imagine how loud she would be. But I can't imagine how you would make love to her. The thought makes me wanna recover faster. Sometimes it makes me feel that I should ask her to start sleeping in your room."
Desai was stunned. Either by my boldness to admit it or by the possibility of him starting to sleep with Meera very soon. He spent a few seconds thinking about either of them. I felt he was a nudge away from opening up.
I went on.
"That Meera has been out of action for so many weeks is making me crazy about the level of desire Meera must be possessing. I'm excited about being intimate with her, again. But more than that, I'm often thinking about you. I'm sure your presence in this house must be making her think about it too. I haven't discussed it with her, but I have a hunch that she must be having warm thoughts about you. Sometimes I feel she has the right to fantasize about you. A few days ago I saw a dream in my sleep in that I saw you with her. I thought you guys were meeting behind me. It excited me a lot."
"You're a little rascal, my friend. You'd make me things I would never do to you."
Desai said with a laugh.
"I wouldn't mind even if you do," I said. "I have my reasons to justify it."
"But Meera would never do it."
"I know. That's why that dream felt so hot. What we shouldn't do and what we wouldn't do are what we have done a lot of times, aren't they?"
Desai stared at me, his face lighting up further with every second. I thought he was contemplating opening up about having sex with my wife behind me already.
"I would love to see it happen..." Desai said. "But I'm sure Meera wouldn't do it."
He was determined to keep his secret.
 
Perhaps Meera would have made him promise not to open up at any cost, I thought. The future of his relationship with her might be dependent on that promise. He must be having a lot of fun which he was surely not ready to risk for anything.
He was not going to tell me. Unless I make him. I said myself.
"So you must be planning a big day - or night - for her. For me." I said. "I wonder what your fantasy is like."
Desai was quick to take the bite.
"I'm you'd be thrilled to know about it," he said.
"Tell me," I insisted.
"My fantasy is like," he said, "I would love the night to be very open. For all of us. It wouldn't be happening in the bedroom. It should happen in the hall. You would be sitting right next to her. You would sit there and have a close-up view of your Meera welcoming my tongue into her mouth and sucking it. I would undress her and fondle her breasts.
Then I will spread her legs and push my cock into her married pussy, which she would forget for a moment that it belonged to you in the first place. Her eyes would be fixed on my face while I enter her slowly. Then I will fuck her deep until she completely forgets her husband's presence in the house.
Then I will turn her around and enter from behind. Because that will make her turn to you and face you and show how she's being pleasured. You can watch her face.
She might not look you in the face because she's going to be shy about ignoring you for a while. But you can move closer and force her to face you and look at you in the eyes. I'll fuck deeper and make her moan. Then, while she's aware that you're watching her every move, I'll bring an orgasm to her. She will try to suppress a scream but she will fail like she always does. Once the orgasmic waves are settled, she'll forgo her qualms about your presence and give me a thanking kiss.
And then I'll fuck her for more and then pull out to give her a facial with my juice. She would sit down and look up at me while I'll shoot my load on her face. Or perhaps, I would prefer you to make a choice here, Krish. What do you want, should I cum inside her pussy or her mouth?"
I was getting lost in the blatant narration of his dirty fantasy. I couldn't respond immediately.
"Do you have a choice?" He asked again.
"What do you think Meera would love to do?"
I asked, passing on the choice.
"She always loved the taste of my cum. So..."
His smile was filled with a sense of satisfaction.
"And once I'm finished, she will lick me clean and blow my dick, making me hard again. That's gonna be the end of the show for you, my friend. I'd take the action to my bedroom after that."
"You will have all of her for you?"
"For the rest of the night. Yes."
 
There was no way he was going to talk about how he had fucked my wife behind my back. He was just interested in keeping me excited about the future. I was disappointed, but I was also content that he had no idea that I knew about it. I felt his confidence would surely make him seduce Meera again.
 
When Desai left for the office, my attention diverted back to my physical state. The explicit nature of his talking had given me a wave of blood rush. My body was weakened but my dick was hard like a rock. I tried to control it throughout there day but eventually, in the evening, I found myself shagging in my bed. I came soon and my cum drops were flying in the air. I cleaned the bedsheet but I missed a few drops on the floor. When Meera returned from the office she spotted it.
"Susheel was right, Krish. An idle mind is a devil's workshop." She said and warned me in a stiff voice. "Please don't do silly things, Krish. It's not healthy. I'm being serious."


Chapter to be cont'd

[krish_999]

Chapter 39 continues


The next day we went to the hospital and removed the plaster from my hand. The doctor said we could remove the leg's plaster after a week. When the doctor left, I hugged Meera tight.

"I can hug you with my both hands now. Wow!"
"Don't be silly, Krish," Meera said with a shy smile. A nurse was standing next to us and smiling at her.
Meera also arranged for a physiotherapist's service.
 
I was waiting for the voice recorder to arrive by courier. On the day of its expected delivery date, I heard a doorbell in the morning and I panicked. Meera was home and I didn't want her to receive the package. I rushed to the front door while thinking about answers in case Meera wonder about the content of the courier package. But I was relieved to see that the guest was Maithrei.
"I came to meet a person who's supposedly lying in bed," she said with an alluring smile. "But you look awesome. Thank God!"
Wearing a sleeveless pink kurti without a shawl, Maithrei looked her best. The fullness of her breasts was enhanced by the shape of her kurti.
I invited her inside and Meera greeted her.
Maithrei spent half an hour with us. She mentioned that her apartment complex in Pune was sold out.
"People have found the place very attractive. There had been a few queries about your apartment too. But I haven't given your contacts to anyone."
"You did the right thing, Maithrei," Meera said. "We have no plan to sell it."
I asked Maithrei if Desai was in touch with her.
"Oh, don't talk about him. He's been asking me to visit his new business setup there. He always taunts me, saying 'come and see what I've done to your building.' I'm tired of him."
Maithrei said.
"Then you should visit. He's already there."
"I know. We talked last night too. I'm thinking of a visit this weekend."
I looked at Meera to know her response. She was calm.
When Meera went to the kitchen, I found the opportunity to ask about her closeness with Desai.
"So it's gonna be a dinner night in Mumbai?"
"Come on," Maithrei pushed on my shoulder, lightly. "Don't try to make fun of me. Desai gave me the idea of you and me travelling to Mumbai. I was thinking about having our date there. But now this! The wait gets longer, doesn't it?"
I saw Meera coming back and limited my response to laughter.
 
When Maithrei left, I turned to Meera.
"She's going to meet Desai in Mumbai. He's gonna lose his virginity this weekend!"
Meera stared at me.
"Not funny, Krish."
"Ouch! It hurts when I talk about your boyfriend like that, doesn't it?"
I said.
"He's not my boyfriend, mister. He's my other husband." Meera said to stun me. "Don't you remember watching him put Sindoor on my forehead?"
She had a smirk on her lips. She was now taunting me.
"I remember something else from that night."
I said.
"That's the problem with you, dear. You miss the small details."
Her reply had me scratching my head and wondering if she was serious or not.
 
The voice recorder arrived at noon. I put it on charge immediately. After syncing it with my phone, I went to Desai's room and hid it between the mattress and woodwork on the head side. It was a tedious task for me. I had to wait until Sunday to get any result though, as Desai was in Mumbai.
 
Friday when Parvati visited she was glad to see my hand free of plaster.
"Oh, this is great."
"But I'm losing, I can't hug you anymore," I said with an animated smile.
Parvati gave me a long stare with a smirk before we both broke into a burst of laughter.
As I began to walk back, she grabbed the crutches and put her hand around me.
"Hold around me, Krish."
She said, still laughing.
As I put my hand around her, my palm grip was hard.
"Ouch!" She made a sound. "Are you trying to provoke me?"
"Provoke?" I looked deep into her eyes. "Yes, if you are looking to be provoked."
Parvati had a tough time looking me in the eyes now. She started walking forward with me. I led her to the hall. She served fruit juice for us both and sat with me.
"How is Nidhi doing in your office?" She asked. It was a thing she used to ask me during her visit every time. I said Nidhi was doing great. When I said that, I made sure I didn't miss the satisfying smile on her face.
When we finished our drinks, she checked my injured hand to see if it was fine.
"It has recovered completely. So things are coming back." She commented.
"Yes."
I nodded.
"Meera must have come back to start sleeping in your room?"
She asked.
"No," I smiled. "I'm still sleeping in the desert."
Parvati burst into laughter.
"Desert...? Oh so sad! What is she waiting for?"
"She's waiting for my leg to heal. She thinks it's very important."
"Important in what?"
"Important in that. I hope we are talking about the same thing."
"We're talking about the same thing. But I don't understand what importance it has in that!"
She was laughing through the words.
"Maybe you're very conservative."
"I'm old college, yes. I wonder how creative would be your comeback game."
I was surprised to see her not trying to drop the subject.
"I will tell you. All the details. But later."
She giggled and asked, "First let it happen, right?"
"Yeah, yeah." I nodded. "First we must let it happen."
I looked down and didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"What are you thinking?"
She asked.
"I was wondering about your first night," I said with a cheeky smile. I saw her eyes fluttering.
"What about it?"
Her voice was softer.
"I was just wondering. No first night can be old college."
"It was long ago. I have even forgotten..."
"No, it can't be forgotten. Especially for women."
Parvati looked at me. I stared back at her.
"Are you waiting to hear about it?"
She asked.
I nodded, "yes."
"Come on... It would be boring."
"Why it would be boring?"
"Because it was boring."
Parvati's smile was making me believe otherwise.
"But it wouldn't have felt boring on the first day," I said.
"Yeah, that's true. But the repetition makes it feel so."
"Mmm... Details are coming."
I said.
Parvati was struggling to look away from me. A moment later, she began. "Initially, I was not looking forward to it. There were other things to worry about. We didn't have enough money to conduct the ceremony properly. So... I was kinda feeling guilty about getting married." She looked down and then smiled. "But there were friends who'd never leave an opportunity to tease you about it. So by the time it happened, I was pretty excited, to be honest. And it was like what you mentioned...old college. But it was what I thought it was. Not much to talk about."
"You mean he didn't entertain you?"
"Entertain!" Parvati exclaimed. "He used to ask me if I was entertained. And I used to say yes."
"But you weren't."
Parvati looked away and then slowly bobbed her head.
"I don't know." She said. "Maybe I should leave now."
Her reply surprised me.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I don't feel right."
"Come on, you are my only company."
I said and took her right hand in my hands. She didn't try to take it back. I moved a bit closer and rubbed her wrist.
She turned to me. "This is not right, Krish. This is not the age to do this."
"I know." I smiled. "But I also know we won't cross the line. That's a promise "
Parvati stared deep into my eyes and then smiled.
"You have a beautiful wife. I forgot that. You can never cheat on her."
"True," I said.
"But why do you want to hear about my sex life?"
"Do you think sleeping together is the only way to have intimate fun?"
"So..." Parvati smiled. "You are having intimate fun with me."
"Only if you tell me."
"You have a disease, Krish. You look normal but you aren't normal. You should see a psychiatrist."
"I will," I said. "But later."
"Ok." She smiled again. "So my first night...it was straightforward. The wooden cot was not sturdy but still, it didn't make any sound. You know, it was after the accident that I got the courage to touch my husband's thing with my hand for the first time. But still, all of those were in darkness. I still don't know how my husband, his - you know what I mean - actually looked like."
"Do you know how does it - you know what I mean - looks like?"
I asked.
"Yes... I've seen some videos. They frightened me though, initially."
She said and laughed a little.
"I'm talking about real," I said.
"It feels so awkward to sit with you and talk about this stuff..." Parvati began to get up.
But I held her hand to stop her. She sat back, only to end up sitting closer to me. I saw her chest moving as her breathing gained pace.
"I hope I'm not pissing you off. You should warn me before slapping me." I said.
Parvati giggled.
"I can't understand if you are serious or...just teasing me."
She said.
"I'm just listening."
"Are you asking any my experience with other men? I was faithful to my husband throughout my life. I was approached by a few, from time to time like anyone else, but nobody was given a chance."
"Very bad," I said.
"You are such a pervert!" Parvati pushed me away. "You should go to Meera tonight. You need it."
"But she is very busy. And she says she can't until I recover fully."
"Then you wait, my boy!" She said and grabbed my chin to shake my face.
"You know," she went on. "I have never talked like this, with anyone, in my entire life. I'm scared if I visit you again, you would make me sit on your lap... and I don't know what else. So I'm not going to visit you again."
 
Even though she said that I didn't think she was being serious. When she left I accompanied her to the door with help of crutches. She didn't try to grab it this time.
 
Saturday we were expecting Desai to come back. But he phoned me in the evening and told me he would return on Sunday only.
"Have you forgotten the wedding reception?" I reminded him. "Meera is expecting your company."
"How can I forget that, man?" He asked.
 
In the night, after dinner, I asked Meera to sleep with me. And she complied, against my expectation.
As she lay down next to me, I quickly put my hand around her and hugged her tightly.
"I have forgotten this feeling..." I whispered.
"But don't tell him. Promise me."
She warned.
"Why? Do you think he will force you?"
"No, it's not that."
"Then?"
"He will start trying to be intimate."
I was slightly annoyed. I remembered how she was screaming with pleasure the other day. For a moment I wondered if she would ever change her mind to tell me the truth.
"What if he starts trying to be intimate? Is there anything new?"
I asked.
Meera looked at me.
"It's different now, Krish. Don't you think so?"
"Maybe you are being stubborn. You're making it different."
"I won't let it happen... It's out of the question... When he's staying in this house like this... If I start sleeping with him... I mean there won't be an end to it. I will lose my grip over me, Krish. I'm your wife...I want to be yours only."
I smiled and hugged her tight.
"I know, baby," I said. I then added as an afterthought, "what if he hadn't chosen to stay with us? If he had visited us on weekly or fortnightly once?"
"Then," Meera smiled, "then it would have been different. I would have slept with him every time he visited. Like weekly once, or fortnightly once."
I was stunned. "Oh my God. If Desai heard this..."
"He knows." Meera interrupted me. "I had told him this."
"Really? What did he say?"
"He said he didn't choose to stay with us with the hope of having sex with me again. He was here to help you, that's it."
"That's wonderful. What did you say?"
"I too said it's wonderful."
I had to force myself to believe it though. Desai knew he had a chance but he had chosen to give it up. For helping me.
Or is he after something else?
"I think he deserved some fun. Like I had the other night."
I commented.
"Like that?" Meera giggled. "He wouldn't be happy with that."
"No, I mean to say, you sneaking into my room in the night. You could do it to him as well."
"And?"
"And he will do the rest."
I quipped.
Meera scratched under my chin.
"You are a dirty animal, Krish. You are trying to push me to him."
"I meant to say I wouldn't mind it. I wouldn't consider it cheating. I'm very open about it."
"You are open because you will be happy to shag when I'm having sex with him."
"Not necessarily. You don't even have to tell me about it. Just sneak in. You and him. Don't involve me."
"But the other day you were saying something else."
"I still insist that. No other places."
"But what is the fun when you know nothing about it?"
"It's not for me. It's for him. For you. Or you could tell me afterwards. Like, after a few days you can come and tell me about how you had it a few days ago."
I thought I was allowing her to be guiltless and tell me the truth.
But she had other ideas.
"You are such a moron to talk me into this. I know you're having fun." She said and her hand moved over my crotch. The next moment I felt her fingers trying to wrap around my fully erect dick, over the clothes.
"He will have me only after you, I told you," Meera whispered.
I wanted to push her away and ask her who the hell she was fucking in her bed the other day. But I couldn't move an inch.
Meera lowered my boxer and freed my length. It jumped out and stood up in the air. I tried to put my arm around her. I pulled her head closer and kissed her on the lips.
"You're moving your hand too much, baby."
Meera warned.
"Then you take control," I insisted. "I know you can do it. I'm your slave, you are my queen. Please use me for your pleasure, my queen."
"My needs are difficult to be met."
She warned.
"Try using me."
I said.
Meera kissed me and put my arm straight on the bed. She removed my T-shirt and started kissing all over my body. When she kissed me again, I held her head still.
"Make me taste it again, Meera."
Meera looked into my eyes and I opened my mouth. She closed her mouth to gather saliva and spat it into my mouth. I swallowed it and started sucking her lips.
Meera soon broke the kiss and went down to my chest. She sucked my nipples before going further down. My stomach throbbed at the soft touch of her lips. I tried to touch her hair but she grabbed my hand to move it away from her head.
"Don't move your hand."
She warned and pulled down my boxer, revealing my dick. She caressed it with her hand.
"Mmm... Like a coconut tree without its head."
She commented and immediately started licking under it. I gasped. She sat up and removed her top, presenting me the view of her bra-clad upper body.
She soon went down and started sucking my dick. I moaned as I sensed the warmth of her mouth around it. When she pulled it out after a few seconds, she pressed it down to my lower belly and licked my balls. Her tongue started dancing around me. I was losing my grip. I begged her to kiss me and feed me with her breasts.
"Give me, baby," I gasped with my mouth open. Meera smiled at me and sat up to remove her panty without moving her skirt. And then she knelt at the right side of my face.
"I'm giving you, baby."
She smiled at me and put her right knee on the other side of my face. And she lifted her skirt and slowly sat on my throat.
And very soon, I had the taste of her pussy in my mouth. She was dripping wet.
I kept my mouth wide and swallowed it all. My tongue work made her moan with pleasure.
"Aaah....aaah...aaahhh....my.... God..."
I wanted to make her cum but Meera was not sure about it. As soon as I licked her close to dry, she moved off me and went back to my dick. This time she used her hands too. And it didn't take much before I was brought to ejaculation. The moment I let it go, Meera bent down and put it back into her mouth, and let me spurt it into her mouth. I watched her swallow it with utmost dedication. She jerked it a few more times to squeeze out the last drop of it, before sitting up.
"You make me think it's very yummy."
I said.
Meera smiled at me and nodded.
She leaned forward and brought her face just above mine.
"You can find it yourself."
She said and kissed me. I felt her tongue darting into my mouth and I didn't hesitate to welcome her. Our tongues kissed each other and I sucked the wetness from her mouth. I felt warmth only, with no strange taste.
"No, I couldn't find it."
I said.
"Because I swallowed it all. Sorry."
She giggled.
"I wish I could have put it in the right place."
I tilted my head downward to suggest that I meant to have proper sex with her.
"You could have sat on me. I could have lived the feeling again."
I added.
"Even I am longing for that, Krish," Meera said. "I have already started dreaming about us making out, properly and you inside me, loving me... But no. A few more days. After that, I'll be yours again. You can have me. I can have you. A little more patience, that's all we need to ensure your complete recovery."
Meera slept with me, with her hand around me. I slept like a child without any kind of worries about the future.
It was a calm night; I felt loved and completely at peace. Little did I know how short-lived it was going to be.
 
The next day, Desai arrived at four o'clock. He wasn't late, as Meera was just beginning to get ready for the wedding reception.
Desai went to his room to change clothes and came out wearing a white suit over a black shirt. With his signature style long hair shining like anything, he looked great. I was sitting in the hall.
Satisfied with his attire, Desai went to Meera's room. The door was open but I couldn't understand what they were talking about, as they were talking at a low volume. Eventually, I got up and walked up to the door.
Meera was in front of the mirror, doing some makeup on her face. Desai was standing next to her watching her work on her face delicately.
"It's a pleasure to watch you getting ready, especially when you are working on your eyes."
Desai was saying.
"My eyes..." Meera smiled. "When I put on mascara I hold my mouth open. It's a trick that I use so that my eyelashes get thicker and longer. I don't do it always but sometimes when I desire to. I know I'd look like a ghost when I stand in front of the mirror with my mouth open and my body still. But that's the trick."
"I thought you were trying to scare me away."
Desai said.
"I know you wouldn't go away even if I turn a ghost in real."
Desai laughed.
 
Wearing an elegant light pink saree with a white sleeveless blouse, Meera looked simply like a diva. The intricately-embroidered blouse and the shape of her breasts were quite a show thanks to the transparent saree. As she turned to face me, I even noticed the hint of her navel button behind the see-through saree. I was sure she was going to leave the guests at the wedding awestruck.
As she walked past me, I couldn't help but be enthralled by the beauty of her back.
I looked at Desai enviously. Suddenly his white suit looked even better. It was a match for Meera's blouse. I tried to convince myself that it was merely a coincidence.
Desai gave me his phone and told me to take a photo of them together.
As they posed together I noticed his left arm slowly going around her and resting at the side of her hip. Meera didn't seem to be aware of it.
I clicked the photo and returned the phone to Desai. He checked it and showed it to Meera.
"We look like a perfect couple, don't we?"
Meera smiled at him, validating his opinion.
 
When they left I felt the house lonelier than ever. Watching them leave the house like a couple suddenly felt tougher than watching them walking into a bedroom.
Meera's words from the previous night echoed in my head.
"He said he didn't choose to stay with us with the hope of having sex with me again. He was here to help you, that's it."
I wondered what kind of help was he giving me now.
He's helping himself.
I thought.
 
Fortunately for me, they returned before it was late. Meera said she was embarrassed when people started assuming Desai to be her husband.
"And this gentleman, he was telling me it's okay." Meera pushed Desai away as she accused him. But her soft push didn't move Desai's bulky body even by an inch. "He was like, let them think I'm your husband."
"They were meeting Meera's husband for the first time. I'm sure there won't be another chance. So what's the problem in playing a prank?"
"Ah ha! What a justification!"
Meera pushed him again, this time using her body. She managed to move his body but ended up pressing her breasts against him. Desai swiftly shifted his position to move behind her and had his arms around her belly.
Meera moved away quickly, throwing an angry face at him.
 
When she went to her room I followed her with help of crutches. She was taking off her saree. I pulled her towards me and kissed her on the lips. Meera was stunned and began to protest for a moment, before giving in and returning the kiss. We sucked each other's lips.
"I missed you a lot, baby."
I said when we ended the kiss.
Meera smiled.
"Great."
"Will you come to my room?"
I asked. Meera took a step back and looked at my plastered leg.
"No. Not yet."
She said with a smile.
 
In the night I shagged in my bed. It started as I imagined Meera sneaking into my room. But as soon as I saw her lying in my bed with her legs parted and me showing my dick into her pussy, Desai's bulky frame took over my mind. I saw him pushing his dick harder into her pussy, making her moan. I didn't mind cleaning my bedsheet after I ejaculated a huge load. I wanted Meera to see it in the morning and learn how much a wanted her to join me.
 
I then remembered the voice recorder. I grabbed my mobile and tried to listen to the voice. But I heard nothing. I couldn't even understand whether it was working or not.
 
The next morning Meera left for the office earlier than usual. She mentioned having a conference in the early hours. And Desai showed up after half an hour to say bye.
"How was the Mumbai trip?" I asked, lying in the bed. "Yesterday I didn't get a chance to ask you."
"The next big thing is the inauguration, Krish. I'm so close." He said.
He left soon, closing the door.
 
A few minutes later, I decided to check the voice recorder. As I got up and opened the door I heard the sound of the front door opening. I was alert in a second and closed the door immediately. I carried the crutches to the bedside to avoid making any noise and quickly climbed onto the bed. I waited as I heard footsteps outside the room. There were no other sounds for a few seconds. But I knew someone was waiting outside my door. And then I heard the footsteps going away.
 
I knew who it was. My heart was pumping hard already. And I knew what was going to happen. My beautiful wife's saree-clad figure with all the perfectness of the curves flashed in my memory. I couldn't stop thinking about how Desai had put his hands around her in front of me. On her hip, around her belly. I remembered the perfect couple-moment I had clicked on his phone. I knew there was no way Desai would wait another day to extend that perfect couple moment to her bedroom.
I waited a few minutes and got up. My leg was in pain as I had rushed to the bed without the support of crutches earlier. I slowly made it to the door despite my heart rushing me to it and opened it quietly.
I was welcomed by the exact sound that I was excepting. The sound of sex. The sound my wife could not stop from escaping her throat while her married pussy was being penetrated by the man of her fantasy. It was now a secret fantasy. She was living the ultimate pleasure enhanced by the feel of doing it behind her husband. Her sound was on a rise and soon it peaked to become a scream. It was a sound I had never heard from my wife. I felt my Meera had become someone else. Desai had turned her into someone else.
I wanted to walk up to the door and listen to the voice clearly. But I knew walking with the crutches towards the room might spoil the secret. The sound from Meera's room was again raising. Desai had started fucking her again, after giving her a short break.
I closed the door and walked back to my bed. Lying down on my bed felt like a tedious job. But as soon as I lay on the bed, my attention was drawn towards the raised tent in my half trousers.
I had come to one conclusion. My wife had become so addicted to the pleasure her 'other husband' was providing her that she was willing to forget everything else, including her own standards set by her.
This is another phase of my life. I thought.
The sound from the other room was echoing inside my head. I had lost track of my surroundings to say whether it was real or my imagination. And I didn't know when my hand had crawled inside my trousers.

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[krish_999]

Krish, hope you are in good health. Waiting for the next update

Sorry for the delay in updating. Got too busy with personal commitments. I'm otherwise okay, thanks.
About the update, it's like 90 percent complete. But the problem is that sometimes I don't get time to write even a single line a day. I'm kinda able to watch only one FIFA WC match, that too the 12.30 AM game. I hope you guys understand the situation. I have a busy work schedule till 03 Dec. But I won't drag it until then.
Thanks in advance for all, for showing patience.

NB: I would like to tell you all that the delay in updating has nothing to do with the negative reviews the last chapter received. About the reviews here, I think the negative reviews are 100% honest opinions/responses whereas the positive reviews can be 50-50; I mean 50% honesty and 50% flattery. I embrace them both. I'm still thinking about Meera in my free time (like when I'm driving to the office).

[krish_999]

When will be the next update Krish will it be available during this week or should we have to wait till the weekend ?

Chances are grim, friend. I was hoping I could write a few lines on Sunday. But it didn't work. I couldn't even start. I don't think there will be any update before 3 Dec.

[krish_999]

Current status :
1. Meera settled with Desai and has grand children now
2. Desai passed away 20 years back
3. Krish is settled with parvathi and playing with nidhi children
4. Last but not the least Krish could not witness sex between Desai and Meera. Same with the reader they waited and waited and waited that day never came
So.......... Keep waiting

Hahaha.

Honestly guys I was thinking I did a fine job. Because I have finished the chapter and now I have to proofread (nowadays my proofreading is mostly just a one time reading of what I've written). Update will come tonight or tomorrow. I will try for tonight but I don't trust with me anymore.

[krish_999]

Chapter – 40

 
Once again, I was left to face the bitter truth. My wife had chosen Desai over me to meet her sexual needs. I had sensed her excitement when I kissed her the previous night. But I was not the reason for her excitement. It was Desai.
"She enjoys having sex with me."
Desai was damn right. That's why she chose to say "no, not yet,"  when I invited her and then chose to sneak into bed with Desai in the morning.
The occasion perhaps demanded it. Desai's return to our house after many days of absence and the sudden freedom Meera was allowed to enjoy with him during the wedding reception were the factors that led her to be attracted to him. A lot of people had asked them to pose together like a married couple at the reception, and it would have ignited her desire to mate with him. She would have been willing to have sex. And she chose Desai over me.
I heard the footsteps of them leaving the house, but I struggled to put the thoughts to rest for a long.
 
The day was going to be horrible but luckily my caretaker came an hour earlier. Her presence forced me to take a break from all the thinking. Later when the physiotherapist came, I paid more attention and concentration to the exercises. I was motivated by the thought that only my speedy recovery would help me bring back my wife to my bed; to my life.
The physiotherapist said I was improving as expected.
 
When he left I checked the voice recorder in Desai's bedroom. To my disappointment, it wasn't working. I immediately ordered its replacement.
 
In the evening when Meera returned, she didn't go for her regular evening walk. I heard her calling the vegetable delivery guy and scolding him over the quality of the vegetables. It was a rare thing for her to be angry with him. Even when I get angry, she used to tell me it was not his mistake. Even before she entered my room, I knew how her facial expression would be. It was stressful.
"What happened, are you alright?"
I asked as she sat with a depressed look on her face.
"Something happened today," she said, "I'm angry about it but I know you'd be very happy."
"What happened?"
"I thought you were teasing me when you said it's okay if I wanted to sleep with Susheel. But you were serious, weren't you?"
She had locked her eyes on me as if to catch me lying.
"Why do you think so?" I asked.
"Because you asked Susheel the same thing."
I couldn't reply until Meera demanded it with a long silence.
"Are you angry because I asked him that?"
"No, I was expecting it. Susheel was also expecting it. He has told me many times that you would be fantasising about it. He was right."
"But I hadn't thought about it until a few days ago."
Meera looked amused. "Did anything special happen a few days ago?"
For a moment I felt she was trying to know if I knew her secret.
"I saw a dream," I said with a smile. "In that I saw you and him, making out. After that, I started feeling it's okay."
"Such dreams could occur because of two reasons. Either you fear the idea or you like the idea very much."
She said.
"I am not sure."
"Don't be silly, Krish. I know you never fear the idea of me making out with him. That's why you saw that dream."
"Are you angry because of that?"
"No." She laughed a little, sarcastically. "We are that special couple you can't be upset over such things. I was angry with myself. Because he came to me and told me this, and I bought it immediately."
"What do you mean by you bought it?"
"I mean..." Meera looked away. "I was... No. I don't think I should tell you."
She got up from the chair.
"Meera," I said and sat up. "Come on... Tell me what happened?"
Meera looked confused, and indecisive about opening up.
"I'm scared you'd be drawn to it, and I'll end up ruining both of our mental states."
"But you've left me in a curious state, Meera. Why did you tell me in the first place?"
"Because I hated hiding it from you."
"Did you get intimate with him?"
I asked quickly. I saw Meera's chest moving as her breathing got faster.
"Yes," she was looking at the floor. "But I can't tell you about it now. I confessed this now because I would hate myself a lot. Not for doing it but for being dishonest with you."
She was struggling to face me. I saw guilt all over her face. She was torn between telling me the truth about her betrayal and her fear of turning me on with it. For a moment, I felt bad that I was the reason for everything.
At the same time, I was disappointed that she was not telling me.
"Will you ever tell me about it?"
I asked after a few seconds.
"Yes,” she looked up. “But only after you recover."
"After I recover," I forced a smile. "A lot of happening after I recover."
 
A few minutes of talking relieved a bit of pressure from us.
"Susheel has started me to tease about a first-night kinda thing."
She revealed.
"That's good. A first-night kinda thing. It would be special."
"Krish..." She scoffed. "You change by a fraction of a second. Nothing matters to you. I wonder how much you change inside you."
She was beginning to leave.
"I was just trying to be funny, Meera."
I said.
She gave me a blank stare.
 
I felt she was torn between the truth and fear. The truth that she had started sleeping with Desai and the fear of me encouraging her to keep doing it. But I was somewhat relaxed after her half-confession. She had at least admitted to being intimate with Desai. I was sure it would be a matter of time before either she or Desai would tell me in detail about it. I also knew the latter would be excited to narrate how he seduced my wife despite her so-called resistance and how she ended up screaming in bed with pleasure.
As I thought about it, I hated the idea of listening to it from Desai. But it also filled my mind with a desire to get my wife back into my bed. Once I recovered, she was going to sleep with me every day. My body felt warm every time I thought about it.
 
That night after dinner, Desai received a phone call from his hometown. His father was hospitalised due to chest pain. Even though not serious, Desai decided to leave and be with his father. By the time Desai reached his home, his father was about to get discharged from the hospital. Desai video-called me from the hospital and I said hi to his parents. Even though they were in the hospital, they seemed very happy by their son’s sudden return. I thought he would have video-called Meera too, but I later found that he hadn’t phoned her.
 
In the afternoon I went to the hospital with Meera. The doctor told me to start walking slowly with the plastered leg. Meera suggested I walk in the park, but I kept walking inside the house only. I didn’t want my neighbours to see me walking with help of crutches. I had decided that they would see me walking only after removing the plaster.
 
In the evening I had a visitor when Meera went for an evening walk. It was Venkat, one of the residents of our neighbourhood. Meera had made coffee for me already. I shared it with Venkat and we sat in the hall.
"I have again come to warn you, Krish. It's about... your close friend and Meera." He said after the pleasantries, watching for my reaction. "Only if you are open to listening." He added.
"Tell me what it is, Venkat," I said.
"It's not something I have seen myself." He moved in his seat, leaning forward. "A friend of mine told me this. Meera had attended a wedding reception on Sunday, hadn't she? My friend had seen her there. And he knows Meera and you by face. But when he saw Meera with your friend Susheel he thought she was married to him. My friend was asking me today about how did she divorce you and when did she marry someone else. I had a tough time convincing him that this guy Susheel was just friends with you and Meera because according to him they were behaving like a couple in front of the crowd at the reception."
My face must have turned red, and Venkat stopped talking.
"How were they behaving?"
I asked. My question gave him the impression that I was taking him seriously.
"They were holding hands...and he was holding his hand around her. He was like a protective man...a husband. And she was alert not to mingle with other men casually, though she was allowing Susheel to touch her as he wished."
I was getting restless. Meera had once told me she would never create a public memory.
"Who's your friend?"
I asked.
Venkat hesitated to reveal his friend's name.
"He told me about this because he was shocked to see Meera apparently divorced and remarried. I think he was a secret fan of... I didn't mean to offend you. But it's just a fact. So it won't be nice if I tell you his name. Sorry."
He said.
I shook my head.
He went on, "I first thought I shouldn't tell you all this. But I then thought I should warn you about it. I think it's damaging your family's image. That day I saw her with the same friend and now this. It's okay if you think it's normal but something is wrong. Maybe I'm wrong... My friend is perhaps wrong. I wish we are wrong. But you should be watchful... You should watch out for signs."
"I can understand your concern, Venkat," I said. "But I'm confident about my friendships. I trust my wife and her friend. He's our common friend, like a family figure. But thanks, I'll be watchful."
Venkat shook his head, staring at me.
I smiled at him. "The only problem is that I know Susheel more than anyone I've seen in my life. And I trust my wife more than anyone else. It's a problem when I have to look at them suspiciously."
 
Even though I vehemently refused to buy Venkat's doubts, his visit had indeed sown the seeds of doubt in my head that my wife's friendship was becoming a secret relationship that I wouldn't welcome.
 
When the voice recorder arrived, I found its telephonic syncing unreliable. It had only a fifty-fifty chance of syncing with my mobile phone after disconnection. But I found the voice-activated recording to be smoothly working. So I put the recorder on and hid it in Desai's bedroom. I was expecting Desai to return soon.
 
As it was expected that the plaster on my legs would be removed on Friday, I was getting excited. I was excited about being able to be part of the outside world. I was fed up with living between the four walls of our huge flat. As the day of walking on the ground without any support approached, the excitement of breathing like a free man was growing. I told Meera about my desire to go on a drive on Saturday morning, she asked me if that was all I cared about.
I felt she was slightly offended by my choice of wish. Perhaps she was expecting me to be thrilled about her moving into my room.
“Not just that. I’m excited about you too.”
I said. But my answer didn’t look convincing to her.
During the dinner, we discussed taking a vacation to enjoy some quality time together. She suggested we go to the south and spend a night in a houseboat. I agreed happily.
 
Friday, we were going to visit the hospital to remove the plaster on my leg too. Thursday, Desai phoned me. "You're going to get up and run tomorrow, my friend." He said.
I smiled, "walking will do enough."
"No, it won't. The bed that you have been resting and resting and resting on is going to shake a lot in the night, after a two-month break, isn't it?"
I was amused by his teasing.
He went on. "You might not have counted how many days have passed since you made love to your lovely wife last time. But I'm a man who counts everything. Eight weeks. Your days of loneliness have been longer than mine. So I can only guess the magnitude of your desperation for Meera. I can already hear the sound of your bed shaking like anything. Aren't you excited about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow..." I laughed a little. "I'm excited, for sure; but I don't think the bed is going to shake like that."
"Come on man, don't disappoint me. Don't disappoint Meera. And don't disappoint yourself." Desai said.
"Are you excited about it?" I asked and after a small pause, I went on, “after me, you'll be having your best time with my wife, won't you?"
"I'm rather excited more about you, Krish."
Desai said.
"About me?"
"Yes. I want to watch it. Your first night after many months."
“But you are not even here.”
“I’m coming back tomorrow.”
"No, Desai," I said. "I would prefer it to be a private moment."
"I would call it a selfish moment," Desai said. "You want to watch me having sex with her but you don't let me watch you."
"That was your fantasy, making me watch you doing it with my wife."
"Yours too."
"Yes, I agree."
"This is my fantasy. I have my reason to justify it in your favour."
"How?"
"Because it will help Meera become a little more open to our final fantasy. If she's okay to be intimate with you in my presence, I'm sure she wouldn't mind doing it with me in your presence too."
I knew it was not going to work.
“But I don't think Meera would be okay,” I said.
"Leave that to me."
I laughed, "You are so confident. You're a great manipulator. You'll tell her that it's my idea."
"I told you, Krish. Leave it to me. Tomorrow, you'll be making out with her. Imagine…" Desai's voice became soft as he spoke further, "your Meera lying in that bed… and you, slowly pushing it deep inside her... I want to see her face. She will be shy like how she was on your first night after marriage. She will behave like a virgin girl because of my presence. She might not let you remove her clothes... But it wouldn't take away any fun."
I had started imagining it already.
"And after that? When will you have your moment?"
"My days in Pune are over, my friend. I will be leaving soon. Maybe on Sunday. So naturally, I would love to have my moment with her before that, if you allow me."
I could sense the excitement in his voice. But I could imagine a wolf's grin behind that voice. He had fucked my wife behind my back twice. And he was suddenly pretending to be an innocent who needed my consent to touch her.
"Don't make a joke of it, Desai. I know you don't need my consent anymore."
I said. He laughed a little.
"So tomorrow, get ready for action, my boss!" He said.
 
I was not sure if he would succeed in convincing Meera about allowing him inside our bedroom to sit and watch. Desai's intention was surely not just to watch us. If it was, he would have suggested doing it in hiding, without asking Meera. But he wanted to introduce the idea to Meera so that later he could reverse the scenario to make me watch when he has sex with her. 
In other words, his fantasy was to fuck my wife in my presence. He was longing to make her scream with pleasure right in front of her husband.
 
The next day we went to the hospital and got the plaster removed. Meera had taken a day off and remained by my side. As soon as I got up from the bed and looked at Meera, she took two steps back.
"Don't embarrass me like last time, Krish." She warned me with a smile. The shyness in her smile only added to her beauty and I felt the urge to defy her warning right away. I waited until the nurse left us momentarily but Meera moved away from me.
I wondered how she would react when I take her to bed in the presence of Desai. I felt thrilled by the thought. I felt horny.
It was just the beginning. It took us the whole day to complete the medical check-up and for the doctor to dismiss further treatment. But the long waiting period through the procedure only helped the excitement to grow steadily.
As I walked through the busy corridor, even a touch of Meera's arm made my cock throb in my pants. Deep in my mind, I was already dreaming of stuffing it inside her pussy. Like Desai had told me, I was suddenly looking forward to seeing my wife behaving like a virgin girl.
 
Just before we were leaving the hospital, Desai showed up. He was coming straight from the airport. Seeing him I felt a sense of secret joy and excitement. I was suddenly thinking about all the things he had promised, even though I was still not ready to admit it openly.
Desai asked me to walk and I did it readily. Meera was watching us, amused.
“Are you guys running a fashion show here?” She scolded us. “This is a hospital, mind it.”
“We are just celebrating it, ma’am.” Desai hugged me and told Meera. “And we know this is not the place for that.”
He asked for the car key as we began to leave the hospital.
“Where are you taking us?” Meera protested. But she gave in when I sided with Desai.
"We are gonna celebrate this," Desai said again and drove us to a bar attached posh restaurant.
Meera protested, "It's too early to have dinner, Susheel."
"But it's never too early to have a drink, baby."
Desai said casually and looked at me. "Don't tell me you are under medication. You are not."
"I still have some medicines," I argued.
"You will live without them. Don't worry." He replied.
In the restaurant he allowed the waiter to lead us to a table. As Meera sat down, Desai gestured for me to take the seat next to her. He was slowly pushing us to be closer, I felt. I wondered how he was going to convince Meera to open the door of our bedroom to him at night.
To be honest, I wanted him to succeed.
 
Desai ordered scotch for all. Meera amended the order by opting for vodka.
"I will stop at one," she said as soon as the waiter left.
Desai smiled at her, "I would suggest Krish too stop at one."
"Why?"
I asked.
"Meera will tell you why."
"Oh," Meera smiled. "It has nothing to do with that."
Desai nodded at her, "I will see."
"What you will see?" Meera asked and turned to me. "Did you tell him you wouldn't mind his presence in our bedroom tonight?"
Meera's questioning came sooner than expected.
I looked at Desai.
"You did exactly what I thought. Don't you have another trick up your sleeve?"
I asked.
Desai smirked.
 "It's a trick that has always worked. It will work tonight too."
He said.
"It won't." Meera declared.
With the arrival of drinks, our conversation shifted to other subjects briefly before returning to the earlier one.
"Krish must have told you he would say yes if I said okay. And then you asked me if I would do it since he already said okay. This is pure manipulation but you should have understood by now that it has become so easy to catch you." Meera said. "But I guess you're holding a trump card that you aren't revealing."
"It's his confidence," I opined, "for having all his dreams turned into reality in the past."
As our first drink finished too soon, Desai quickly ordered a repeat without asking. I thought Meera would stop him. But she didn't.
"About my confidence," Desai said after taking a sip from the refilled glass. "You won't believe me if I told you I was a boy who suffered from the lack of self-confidence. But it's the truth. I had to train myself to become what I am now. My dad was a person who believed in discovering our own path. In other words, I was left with a rich kid tag but no money in my pocket. Eventually, my dad's vision helped me. Even before he thought of teaching me the basics of business, I had established my own business. We didn't call it a start-up then. It was what it was. Krish is right. What makes us confident is our past. It’s a universal truth."
"Question is, but, whether your confidence would work this time or not."
I said.
"Meera said I'm holding a trump card which is true as well. It is again my past." Desai went on, "Even though I am a corporate and my ways are strictly professional I have never done anything that would later make me regret. Many people might have felt that I have used them, but in my point of view, the people I have used have also used me. They have benefited from me. I have never destroyed anyone. I have never let anyone destroy me too. I am a man of prosperity, not destruction. What Meera and you have changed in me is the way that I behave with people. There was a time when I thought that I had the right to be rude to anyone. Even with my parents. You guys taught me to be polite. And still, you can go forward. That's a big change, isn't it? You know the people in my office have never loved me the way they do now. That's the reason how I'm able to sit in Krish's office and enjoy it."
We kept listening as Desai led the conversation with his pieces of thoughts. I had noticed that whenever he talked about his past, it was worth listening to. This time too, it was the same.
 
We had dinner after our second drink and then we headed home. Desai didn't try to bring the subject back. But as we reached our house, Desai asked Meera what she was going to wear for the night.
"I will change to a top and pyjamas; why?"
She asked.
"Come on, Meera," Desai said. "Don't make it a regular night. Do you know how many weeks have passed since you slept with him? Ask him."
Meera looked at me.
"Eight weeks, Meera," I said readily.
Meera was amused.
"You're counting the weeks!" She laughed, "so, do you want me to dress up for tonight?"
"Yes," I said.
"It's getting cheeky..." She said. "Can't we just make out in this? Don't I look good?"
But she had no intent to stick with the regular kurti. She went to her bedroom to change.
 
As I sat with Desai in the hall, he quietly handed me a small box. It was a packet of condoms. I was surprised.
“You'll need it. She's not on her safe days. I know you wouldn't have thought about it” Desai said.
“Yeah, I didn't think about it,” I admitted.
“Don't hold back, buddy.”
He patted me on the shoulder.
I thought about buying pills for Meera after Desai had sex with her in my car. Now he had bought me a condom.
“What are you thinking?”
Desai asked.
“I was thinking about the other night when I had to buy a morning-after pill for Meera.”
Desai smiled, “Now I'm buying you a condom. This is called karma.”
I smiled and opened the condom packet. But Desai took the whole packet from my hand to return me just one from the pack.
“You get to celebrate your first night only once, dude,” Desai said. “After that, she’s mine.”
I felt he was too engrossed in the fantasy of his girlfriend coming back to him after sleeping with someone else who incidentally was her husband. I wondered if he was going to demand her to come back in the night itself so that he could taste her freshly fucked pussy. I knew I was overthinking.
 
"Do you think she is gonna let you watch?" I asked.
"Forget it, Krish. Just concentrate on your girl. Just screw her, hard. Celebrate this opportunity."
I could sense the excitement in his voice.
"It feels like you are her husband and you're making her sleep with someone else."
I said.
"It's a good fantasy. Do you want to live that fantasy?" He asked and got up to start walking to my bedroom. I followed him. He picked up something from Meera's wardrobe.
"What is it?"
I asked.
Desai hid the item from me and asked me to freshen up.
"Don't hold back yourself, Krish. After you, she's gonna return to me and be my girl until I leave on Sunday." He said and went back to the hall.
It now made sense why he was pushing me and Meera to have sex. He was going to leave on Sunday. So he was going to have Meera for him on Saturday. 
Maybe for the whole day after tonight, I thought. When I went to the washroom and took a piss, the thought of him reuniting with her dominated my mind. 
But tonight she is yours. I assured myself.
 
When Meera returned from her room, she was at her seductive best. Wearing a magenta off-shoulder dress with a flared hem that ended an inch above her knees, she oozed the smell of sex from the moment she walked into the hall. The short sleeves of the dress were loose enough to hang along the upper arm, leaving her armpits on full display. The dress though flared at the lower end was thin enough to reveal the shape of her breasts and hip, and made me wonder if she wore it as per the taste of Desai. There was a fair amount of cleavage on display, with the only jewellery she wore - a thin necklace with a leaf-shaped pendant of black gemstone - hanging deep into her cleavage. 
I forgot to take my eyes off her.
"Wow," Desai stood up from the sofa to receive her. "Are you from heaven," he paused a moment and then went on, "or are you here to take us to heaven?"
Meera smiled. She hadn't put on lipstick but it didn't stop her from looking gorgeous.
"Yes, but only one of you," she said with a playful smile. I was stunned by her nonchalance. I thought Desai's plan – whatever it was – was already a success.
"Then that lucky chap is this gentleman," Desai gestured at me.
I smiled at Meera.
“You look stunning, baby,” I said.
Meera laughed. “Are you trying to be Susheel?”
“No, I mean it.”
 I said quickly. Though smiling, she gave me a look to suggest to have taken note of that.
Desai moved and stood next to her.
“Are you ready for the night, baby?”
Meera stood and looked at him in the eyes, and then laughed a little.
“You know Susheel, now we’ve seen enough of you doing your tricks. It’s like we now understand that you don’t wait for anything to happen automatically. You are…umm…you have something in your mind for tonight that you are going to put to use and help it become something crazy. But I just…” Meera threw a glance at me to pause and continue to him. “I am kinda curious how you are planning to pull it off…whatever it is.”
“My plan is not very wild…” Desai said with a smile. “It will break my heart, but I’m ready to experience it.”
I was not going to let him look so humble.
“He’s trying to push you to me so that he will have his chance with you later.”
I revealed casually.
“Not surprised. But I’m still wondering how he’s gonna convince us to do it right away.” Meera said and looked at him. “Which card do you have up your sleeve, mister?”
I was getting a little jealous because of the smile she was lending him. That she was standing nearer to him than me was only adding to it.
Desai carefully pulled out something from his pocket.
“With this,” he held out his hand to her. I saw what it was.
It was a small silver container. I recognised it immediately. It was Meera's sindoor box.
“Owww…” Meera laughed aloud and quickly grabbed it from his hand. “You are such a…”
She paused abruptly and looked at me. Desai was watching her cute expression but he then snatched the container back from her. And he handed it to me.
“This is for you, Krish. This will help you become her husband for a few hours.”
He said.
I was stunned. I felt a pang of relief as I took the box. Only then I realised how I was perturbed by the memories of Desai making good use of Meera's sindoor a few months ago.
“Thank you,” I said and I could sense the thrill in my voice.
“What do you mean by this will help him become my husband for a few hours?” Meera wondered.
“Because, after that, you are going to come back to me. That’s the fantasy.”
Desai said, putting his hand around Meera and pushing her toward me. “My friend is going to make love to you, baby. You’ll enjoy it. But you’ll have to remember that there’s someone who’s waiting and longing for your return.”
Meera laughed again.
“This is getting cheeky. I can’t believe…”
I was not listening to her. I was carefully opening the box, and I then took a pinch of sindoor from it and then looked at my wife.
Meera stopped making noise and suppressed her laughter. She was becoming shy, suddenly.
“Go,” Desai pushed her again.
Meera was struggling hard not to laugh as I applied the powder at the topmost centre of her forehead. I felt the feeling of doing it, as I secretly felt like I was rightfully getting my wife back after she was taken by Desai many times behind my back. I spent a moment watching in awe how a dot on the right spot had elevated my wife’s beauty.
“Come on, Krish; A little more...” Desai said. “It shouldn’t be spoilt. You better use sufficient quantity so that she remains your wife for the whole night."
Meera laughed and nodded at me. I took another pinch from the box and applied it over the same dot. Some of the powder fell on her nose and lips. I tried to wipe it clean.
"Don't use your hands, Krish," Desai warned. I looked at him, amused.
"Kiss her, man," Desai added with a smile.
Before Meera could make her reaction, I had sealed her mouth with a kiss. Suddenly, I was shivering with hunger. I pressed my mouth and undid the small amount of resistance from Meera and forcefully opened her mouth. I sucked on her tongue and I felt Meera had let go of her hesitation. I took turns sucking her lower and upper lips before running my tongue over them. 
“Take her, Krish. Seal your moment.”
I heard Desai's voice.
As I began to lift her in my arms, Meera protested with a giggle.
“No, no, Krish. Don't hurt yourself. I'll walk.”
She held my hand and we walked into the bedroom. We kissed again standing by the bed. This time kiss was intense. My arms started roaming around her body and she hugged me back around my neck. I soon extended the kiss to her throat and even bent down to her cleavage.
As we took a break she looked at me like she wanted more.
"Eight weeks, huh?"
She said with a smile.
I shook my head, "eight weeks."
I leaned forward but she sat on the bed and moved to its centre to lie down. I was amazed to see that suddenly Meera was not showing any form of hesitation. It was a joy to watch her expressing her excitement to invite me into the bed. Just before I began to climb to the bed, I heard a chair being pulled behind me. I turned my head and saw Desai sitting there.
Meera saw him too.
"Are you gonna sit there, Susheel?"
She asked.
Desai smiled at her. His silence made me turn my attention back to Meera. I climbed to the bed and bent forward. Our lips met again. Even though I was deliberately ignoring Desai, his presence in the room only increased my excitement. It was happening. He was going to witness Meera lying on the bed with her legs split and getting fucked by me.
The thought was taking over me like a storm. I kept my body weight on the bed next to Meera and kissed her. My right hand moved downward measuring the depths and curves of her body. I caressed her breasts and squeezed the side of her belly, over the clothes. There was an unmissable sense of exhilaration filling my head that I was not going to be stopped anymore. And soon, I was touching between her legs.
Precisely aware of the fact that Desai was watching us, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Meera too didn't hesitate to suck it. I moved the tip of my tongue around the gum of her front row of teeth. Her palm rested on my neck. I soon grabbed it and pressed it down to the bed and kissed her cleavage. The off-shoulder dress made it easy to pull down from the chest and I pulled down the strapless bra along with it. And I didn't waste another second taking her nipple into my mouth. Meera's fingers ran through my hair and I took turns sucking both nipples.
My right hand again reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy over the panty. The dress had lost its position already and her thighs were on display for Desai. I could sense the rise in Meera's breath with my slow touches, and I delve further into her pleasure zone by going down to land a kiss between her legs. 
"Krish..." I heard a gasp from Meera; sort of a warning. 
I sat up and began to pull down her panty. But Meera didn't let me. She got up too and kissed me and then started undressing my shirt. It seemed she had forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I helped her remove my shirt. She smiled at me lovingly and started kissing my chest. She drew a circle around my nipple with her tongue and I laughed.
"Finally I have my baby."
I said and grabbed her face to kiss her again. She responded with her mouth open, and I found her hands working to unbutton my trousers. My heart started beating hard, anticipating the moment she start sucking my dick in front of Desai. Meera's hand soon disappeared into my pants and I felt her fingers around my dick. It throbbed and I gasped.
"Baby, are you ready for me?"
I whispered.
"Mmm..." 
"You are mine..."
I whispered again.
Meera looked into my eyes.
"Am I?"
There was a spark in her eyes that she wanted me to notice. She grabbed my hand with her other hand and brought it between her legs.
"Is this yours?"
She was asking me to take back what was rightfully mine. She hadn't forgotten Desai's presence in the room. I learnt it in a second. 
"Yes," I said and pushed her into the bed. With added vigour, I pulled down her panty and quickly knelt between her legs. And I bent down to give a slow deliberate lick on her pussy. I heard a moan from her. I bent down again to lick more. However, I suddenly found myself being dominated by the thought that I was eating a pussy which had been fucked many times by a man who was watching it from a few feet away, and I think I slowed down a bit.  
Desai was indeed watching me closely.
"Lick harder, Krish. She's very fond of it." I heard his voice.
"Shut up, Susheel."
Meera warned him before I could even acknowledge.
"I'm just trying to help him, babe."
He said again.
"He doesn't need your help. He knows how to do it."
With her words, I found her palm behind my head. I felt a pang of insult as I thought they were competing with each other to make me eat her coveted pussy. But the moans from Meera were seductive enough to make me continue. It was part of the game. I thought as I pushed my tongue deep into the softness.
 
But as I finished and looked up I saw Meera's eyes drawn towards Desai. I looked at him. He was sitting on the chair with his hands by the sides, and I couldn't miss the sight of the huge bulge between his thighs. I felt the urge to respond by shoving my dick into her pussy. As if having read my mind, Meera sat up and pulled down my pants. She pulled it down a few inches only and then grabbed my dick with the other hand to reveal it. 
I knew my dick was now on display but it didn't affect my arousal. With Meera jerking it slowly, I lay on my back on the bed to invite her for more. With more comfort, Meera used both her hands to jerk my dick and rub my balls at the same time. I thought she was going to suck it. I was waiting for it.
"Start sucking it, baby."
The words of encouragement came from Desai, turning my attention to him. 
"Come on..."
Desai said again.
"Shut up Susheel..."
Meera said. This time there was a smirk on Meera's lips. Her voice was softer. I felt she was now enjoying his interruption.
 
I didn't wait for another second as I pulled her to lie next to me and bombarded her with another attack on her lips with my thirsty mouth. I could sense the strength of her body decreasing as if she was inviting me to take over. I climbed over her, and her arms ran around me. As my erection pressed between her legs with a part of her dress causing an unwanted separation, she smiled at me. There was a spark in her eyes that I loved absolutely, knowing that now she was seeing just me.
"I missed you like hell, baby," I said. My voice was a whisper.
Suddenly I found the strength of Meera's body returning, and she gave a lick across my lips.
"I missed you too, my love."
She whispered and pushed me aside. I moved to the side to lie on my back and allowed her to climb over me. Meera quickly threw her leg over me first, and then sat on my waist. But she didn't sit up; she rather came down to kiss me. The kiss was light. I ended up opening my mouth to welcome her, but she paused a second and then spat into my mouth. It was unexpected.
"You wanted this, didn't you, honey?"
She asked. The spark in her eyes didn't let me blink.
"Yes..."
My voice was a moan.
"You want more?"
She asked and spat again before I could say yes. And then, before I finished swallowing her saliva, she pushed her lips into my mouth to let me suck them at will. My arms went downward to lift her dress to start caressing her ass. The pose didn't last more than a few seconds as we hurriedly swapped our positions. Our bodies were magically brought into a place that we were looking for and Meera parted her legs properly for me, wider than ever.
As my mind started urging me to shove my dick into her well-moist hole, I reminded myself about the condom. I found it in my pocket and I quickly tore the packet open and started wearing it. Meera was surprised.
“Condom?”
It was indeed a rare thing for us.
“Yeah,” I said. “You're not on safe days, are you?”
I asked.
“Who told you that?”
Her reaction left me puzzled. I didn't know what to say but I knew I shouldn't say the truth.
However, the delay in my response was my response. Meera turned to Desai.
“You must have told him!”
“I knew he would need it.”
Desai said.
“So much for your friend! You guys are crazy.”
“We are brothers. Our hearts beat with the same feelings.”
“Don't tell me your dicks get hard the same way.” Meera quipped on the flow and then covered her mouth with her hand before looking at me. “I'm sorry.”
I smiled at her. I had finished wearing the rubber.
Our lips met again, and I didn't stop kissing her while guiding my dick into her pussy. Meera created circles around me with her legs and arms around me, welcoming me.
And I started fucking her hard, finally breaking the kiss. The way Meera exhaled with each of my pushes made me go faster during the next. I wanted to slow down after a while but my body was caught on fire already. My pace only increased and Meera started to pant soon. She threw her arms around my neck and moaned.
"Aaa...aaa...aaa... Krish..."
I reached the peak sooner than I anticipated, and I felt it should be just a minute.
"I'm cumming baby..."
I declared and pounded hard. I was beyond the point of no return.
"Mmm..."
Meera made a sound that came from her throat. And as I started ejaculating, she grabbed my head to pull me down and cry into my mouth.
"Aaa...aaah!"
She had hit an orgasm. It was so satisfying to watch. And suddenly I remembered that all of this was happening in front of Desai. And I felt proud of being watched. I was sure that I hadn't given her a long experience of penetrative sex but still the excitement of doing it with me after such a long gap had done the trick. Perhaps Desai's presence in the room too had helped.
We were panting but we still found time to kiss and share the love.
I rolled off her body and laughed.
"Oh my God. It was so good, baby."
Meera took a piece of cloth and wiped her pussy.
"Wow. That was some great first night moments." Desai said.
I smiled at him proudly.
As the panting settled, I turned to face Meera and him. I was still fully naked and Meera was still wearing the dress. Her dress at her neckline had slipped down to her hip to expose her breasts completely. Meera quickly pulled it to cover them though, as if she suddenly became aware of Desai's presence. She pulled down the lower end of the dress to cover her thighs too.
I sat up and looked for my pants. I couldn't find my pants.
"It's here."
Desai got up and picked up the clothes from the floor, next to the foot end of the bed.
My dick was completely exposed but I didn't feel the urge to hide it. I was not going to behave shyly. I slowly got up and drank some water from the jar, still keeping the clothes in one hand.
My dick was unusually hard, perhaps thrilled by my own boldness to put it on display.
Desai stood next to the bed and forwarded his hand to Meera.
"Are you tired, baby?"
He asked with a smirk. 
Meera bit her lips. And she slowly pushed his hand away.
“It feels stupid now,” she said with shyness in her subtle movements. She was trying to keep her dress in place, although it was already in place. She kept pulling the neckline up and the lower edge down to her knees, and looked a bit lost about what to do. “Suddenly it feels like I became naked in the wrong place.” She added, trying to look deliberately stupid.
“You look adorable, baby.”
Desai said softly and forwarded his hand again.
"You managed to enter our personal moments too. Is there anything left in your mind after this?" Meera asked. She held his hand and sat up and placed her feet on the ground. She adjusted her dress again, pulling up the neckline of the dress.
"Krish has spoilt your Sindoor."
Desai said and tucked her hair strands behind her ear. He was now standing very close to her, and she was looking up, giving him a chance to study her face. They were looking each other in the eyes. I started wearing my clothes.
"You have spoilt her Sindoor, Krish."
Desai said to me, his eyes still fixed on Meera's face. And he slowly touched her cheek with his fingers and then brushed her lips with his thumb. I expected Meera to look away or push him away, accusing him to be weird. But she only kept her eyes on his face. And as his fingers moved below her chin, she further lifted her face.
“He was rough,” I heard him whisper.
“Did you see it?”
Meera asked.
“Couldn’t even blink.”
“How did it feel?”
“I could relate well to his feelings,” Desai tucked her hair strands behind her ear again, making me wonder if he was trying to be intimate with her. He went on, “I’ve done this many times myself, so.”
Meera smiled, “isn’t it what you wanted to watch?”
“I only wanted to watch you in happiness.”
Desai said and looked at me. “Are you happy about what you’ve done, Krish?”
“Yes, I’m happy,” I said. I had finished pulling up my pants.
“So now I guess I can take my baby back!”
I thought he was joking.
“What,” the first voice of resistance came from Meera. “Are you crazy?”
Desai didn’t reply to her. Instead, he bent down and landed a soft kiss on her lips. I watched in disbelief as his lips touched my wife’s lips which I was sucking like a lollipop a few minutes ago. Meera was as stunned as I was.
“Come,” Desai grabbed her hands.
“No, Susheel…”
Meera said in a voice that suddenly felt more tired than ever. But Desai's invitation continued through his eyes. I was so lost in the moment that I forgot to make a stand. I would have bobbed my head sideways, had Meera cared to seek my opinion. But she didn’t.
And I watched her slowly getting up, though she looked far from being convinced. As soon as she stood up, Desai kissed her again, this time more intently. His palm covered her ear but I didn’t miss the sight of her lips opening to welcome his kiss.
Meera's chest had started to move. Even my breathing had increased.
“This night is going to be a little longer,” Desai whispered and turned to me. “Let’s call it a day, my friend. Good night.” He turned his head back to her without waiting for my response. I thought he was going to kiss her again.
“No,” Meera said quickly, giving me false hope for a moment before adding, “not here, Susheel.”
She had taken a stand I was never going to take. She had agreed to join him in bed right after making love to me.
Desai smiled at her and turned to me again.
“Say goodnight to her, Krish.” He said.
I could only nod at her. Desai put his arm around her and walked out.
“I didn’t even wash,” I heard Meera saying.
“You don’t have to,” Desai said to her. “You are alright, honey.”
 
I felt he was ready to welcome her no matter what; no matter what she was doing moments ago. I had already watched him kiss her mouth despite knowing how I was sucking her lips. Now he didn’t even have the patience to let her clean herself after having sex with me. He was so addicted to my wife.
I wondered if Desai was showing signs of a cuckold nature of his own.
What fantasy is he playing secretly in his mind?
 
Meera had thrown a glance at me as before she walked with him. I took it as a cue to follow them. But as soon as they entered Desai's room, he closed the door. I rushed to the door and tried to push it open slowly. But it was bolted from the inside!
 
I was not sure whether I should be devastated or excited. Perhaps I was both. I had found the joy of making love to my wife hardly ten minutes ago, and I was then left to witness the sight of her walking into another man’s bedroom. For a moment I felt robbed, and tricked by Desai. But then I thought otherwise. Desai too had been waiting for this night. He had repeatedly told me that he was going to take Meera ‘back’ after my time. He named it ‘first night’ and helped me make love to my wife as if she was a ‘virgin girl’. His presence in my bedroom was a reason for the added excitement between me and Meera. Even though I was not able to last long like I should have liked, I was able to take her to the top of the pleasure hill. Watching me bringing her to the heavenly feeling, Desai would have become jealous, I thought.
 
Standing in front of the closed soundproof door was of no use. I rued my old decision not to drill holes in Desai's room while walking back to the hall. I sat on the sofa for some time and then headed back to my room. I switched off the lights in the hall, as it was now obvious that Meera was not going to return to me in the night. I stood next to my bed and looked at it. I tried to imagine how Meera was lying there with her legs parted, welcoming my dick into her pussy. And then I wondered what she would be doing in Desai's room at the moment. I could not imagine. My head was already filled with visuals of Desai's muscular body, fully naked, going up and down.
He must be walking the path to heaven and Meera would have already started screaming loud with pleasure. I thought.
 
I lay in bed and switched off the light. I felt a sense of loneliness taking over me. It was unlike the loneliness I had been living since the day of my fall. It was different. But I didn't know how to react to it. There was no pain.
I touched my dick and its hardness was still strong. I wrapped my fingers around it and tried to remember the feeling of moving it inside Meera. I felt my body becoming warmer. Before I knew it, I was jerking it.
Later, before I fell asleep I tried to calm myself down with the hope that I would be able to listen to the recording from Desai's room in the morning.
 
Chapter to be cont’d

[krish_999]

Chapter 40 continues.


However, in the morning I found it difficult to retrieve the recorder from Desai's room. I woke up at my usual time but Meera and Desai took their time to walk out of that room. As I found the door closed in the morning, I thought they must be having morning sex. But when Meera walked out, I could not find any evidence. She walked out like any other day.
When Desai came to the hall, I asked him about the night.
"It was beautiful, Krish." He said with a proud smile. "You know, I had waited too long for it."
I wanted to ask him if he was going to let Meera sleep in my room at night. But I didn't ask, for the fear of giving him a chance to decide and dictate.
"I thought you would leave the door open," I said.
"I wanted to leave it open. But Meera insisted that I close it."
"Oh," I said. It was expected.
"But I promise you, Krish. It will happen soon."
He said.
I was not dying to see him fuck my wife. But all I could think about was how he would have done it last night.
 
As Desai went to the shower, I thought about retrieving the voice recorder from Desai's room. But I could not gather enough courage. Even if I could retrieve the recorder, I was not sure about using it when Meera and Desai are home. So I waited patiently.
Meera was busy in the kitchen. She was wearing a black top and an orange skirt. Her hair was tied in a hurry. She smiled at me and it looked like a perfect way a wife could welcome her husband in the kitchen. It was absolutely calm. Except that I knew she was fucking another man in the night.
"How did it go, baby?" I asked, only to feel bad about having jumped into the subject in such a bizarre way.
Meera looked at me and gave me an innocent look. As if she didn't fuck him last night.
"The last night." I reminded her. In case she has forgotten.
"It was good."
Her voice was soft.
"Just good?"
I wanted her to stop making the dosa for a moment and face her husband. But she kept doing her things.
"Well... It was great." She said without looking at me. The casualness in her behaviour was making me jealous.
I moved closer, almost touching our arms, with my back against the counter.
"Greater than what we had?"
Meera smiled at me, "mmm...jealous?"
"Tell me."
I insisted.
Meera bit her lips before replying, "Yes."
I knew she was just making it up to taunt me. Perhaps she knew that I was not going to buy any other answer.
"So, he fucked you that hard?" I asked again, leaning sideways to bring my face in front of her.
"Step away," she warned. "else you'll burn yourself."
"I have already burnt myself," I said and kissed her. I was expecting some resistance but she didn't move a muscle. I swallowed her lips together and drew a circle around them with my tongue in my mouth. She laughed lovingly as I finished.
"My cuckold hubby!" She squeezed my arm.
"When is he leaving?"
I asked.
"I'm not sure. He told me about a friend's resto-bar inauguration in the city, today evening. He wants us to be with him."
Meera revealed.
 
It was new information for me. Desai was making the most out of his time left with us.
Desai later confirmed it.
"You guys are coming with me. We're gonna have a blast." He said.
"But, I don't think I could walk into such a place. I'm not ready." I said.
"Don't worry, we won't spend the whole night partying."
Desai said.
I knew that. He would be the first one to hurry back home from the party. Because it was going to be his last chance to be with Meera in a long time.
 
Meera asked me if I had any plans for the day. I repeated my desire to drive around the city, a short drive. She asked me where I was going for the drive. I had no specific destination. I just wanted to have the feeling of driving a car.
"Do you wanna join me?" I asked.
"I have no plan to join you for half an hour's drive."
Meera laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be soon making grand plans for you.”
I said.
“Like a trip to Kerala?”
“Yeah,”
“Do you have any other place in your mind? How about a beach or something?”
“A foreign beach, yes. We can think about making love on a beach, lying on the sands.” I said.
Meera stared at me for a moment.
“That’s great fantasy.” She said.
 
We had breakfast together, sitting around the dining table with Desai. Meera expressed her desire to go to the temple on Sunday. I was ready.
"Would you like to join, Susheel?" Meera asked Desai.
"No, the temple is not my place."
"Really?" Meera laughed a little. "There was a time when you came all the way from Shimoga for a temple visit."
Desai laughed.
"Desperate times, desperate measures."
He wasn't desperate anymore. He had the freedom to have my wife at any time.
 
After breakfast, I went out. I was thrilled to drive my car again and see my favourite roads in the city. The sense of freedom to move anywhere you want was special. Only when I experienced it I realised how much I missed it.
 
On my way back home, I got a phone call from Tejas, my old friend. He was in his hometown, Baroda. He apologised for not coming to meet me. He was happy when I said my injury was completely healed.
And then, he had good news to share. "I am getting married, Krish sir." He said.
I congratulated him and asked about the girl. It was a love marriage.
"Meera would be very happy to hear this, dear," I said, congratulating him again.
"I know she will be very happy," Tejas said. "And I called you to invite you to the marriage. It is two months away but I am calling you so that you can plan a few days out of your busy schedule. You'll have to come and spend a few days in Baroda, with Meera ma'am. I'm going to make a call to her too."
Tejas said.
I promised to join him in the marriage.
I was truly happy that he had found a match for him. Even though I didn't ask him about his size problem, I believed he must have found an answer.
 
I returned home within one hour. Meera was taking a shower and Desai had gone out. Meera asked me about my plan for the night. I said I was not coming for the inauguration event.
"You guys go," I said. "I'm a little tired. Attending parties and all will take time."
Meera tried to convince me.
"Come on, Krish. It's the first event that we can attend after your recovery. We should think of it like a celebration."
"We celebrated last night, baby," I said with a smile.
Meera stared at me.
"It's okay, Meera," I said with a pat on her shoulder. "You should go with Desai. Just try to come back before getting too late."
 
To be honest, I wanted to go with her. But I thought staying back would help me retrieve the voice recorder from Desai's room. As the day was progressing without giving me any chance to know about their latest love-making session, I was becoming desperate. Staying back home while Desai took Meera outside was going to be my best opportunity.
Later, Meera asked me to accompany her for a quick shopping. But I refused and suggested she go with Desai instead. My passive stance made Meera furious, saying I was still pushing her to Desai.
"He will be gone in a day. Will you be my husband after that at least?" She asked angrily.
I laughed it off.
When Desai returned she told him about it. Desai quickly volunteered to take her shopping but Meera had cancelled the shopping plan.
After lunch, Desai went out and returned after an hour, with a dress bought for Meera.
Meera was surprised.
"How did you know my size? Are you sure it would fit?"
"Try it. You'll find it out." Desai said.
Meera went to her room to try out the dress. After a few minutes, she came out with a smiling face. She had tried the dress and removed it.
"The dress is perfect." She said.
"Believe me, I know your size," Desai said. "I was learning it all last night."
Meera gave him a cute smile. She didn't take her eyes off him for a few moments. I felt they were flirting with eyes.
"Don't remind me of what you were doing last night." She blurted.
"What did I do, sweetheart?"
Desai went near her and put his arm around her. I was stunned by his nonchalant behaviour. He was acting like I didn't exist. Meera began to leave, only to find Desai's hand tightening around her.
"What are you doing?" Meera eyed me, reminding him about my presence.
"He wouldn't mind," Desai said and then he kissed her!
It was a soft kiss, but it was still a kiss.
Meera smiled at him and moved away.
Desai turned to me.
"Tonight I'm not going to share my girl with you, Krish. After dinner, she's heading straight to my room." He declared.
I just stared at him, unsure of what to say.
 
Later, Meera also received a phone call from Tejas. He invited her to the wedding and also requested us to stay for a couple of days. Meera told me that she was looking forward to attending his wedding.
 
As the day progressed, my impatience was growing. In my free time, I caught myself imagining the sounds of Desai fucking Meera hard in his bed.
Eventually, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. Meera came out wearing the dress Desai had bought for her. It was a single-slit floral dress. It was not only beautiful but also glamorous. The slit along the left leg graciously revealed her thigh while walking. And the neck of the dress sank much deeper than her usual style of dressing, exposing the gap between her breasts completely. The dress came with attached bra cups inside it, which saved the need for straps. I felt the dress was too revealing, but Meera was super excited to wear it.
As she came to me, I didn't try to be stingy with words.
"You look stunning, baby. I am sure people in the new bar would get high on it even before the inauguration," I said.
"Don't try to flatter me now," Meera said. "I asked you to come, many times."
"I didn't want to be a bystander."
Meera laughed and pinched my arm.
"I know you just want to be a bystander."
She was simply telling me about my passiveness. I couldn't reply to her other than laughing at it like a joke.
 
Desai came ready to move. He was wearing a black shiny black suit. He came forward and simply grabbed Meera's hand. And she didn't hesitate to move closer to him.
"You look like a divine property. I'm gonna cherish this night, baby."
He said and kissed her. Meera was shy but she let him kiss her. It was again a soft kiss, careful not to spoil her lipstick. They looked like a perfect couple.
Desai turned to me.
"See you, man."
"See you, Desai," I said. I thought my voice was shaky.
"What about his dinner?" Desai asked Meera. "We'll parcel something?"
"I'll order something online; don't worry about me."
I said.
"Okay, that's good," Desai said.
 
As they walked out of the house, I threw a glance around to see if anyone else was seeing them leaving together. To my relief, there was none.
 
I hurriedly closed the door and went to Desai's room. My heart started beating hard from the moment I had the voice recorder in my hand. I rushed to my room and connected it to my laptop. It took me some time to skip surfing the list of recordings to find that of the previous night. The voice recorder was a voice-activated one, which meant any sound after a long silence would activate the voice recording and create a new audio file. It meant many files were created on the same day. Eventually, I spotted the exact file and with bated breath, I played it. I had already worn the earpieces.
 
The first voice I heard was of my wife.
"...I'll be quick, Susheel... I promise. Will you close that door?" Her voice was barely audible as it came probably from near the door.
"Sure." I heard Desai's voice. But after that, there was nothing other than some movements. I wondered if they were already in bed. Then I heard something falling onto the bed, though not heavily. I pressed the earpieces into my ear to hear it clearly, but in vain. I had to wait a few seconds before I heard another word from either of them.
"Are you feeling strange about it...on the same night?"
It was Desai's voice, coming from a much closer spot. He was in the bed. His voice was calm, against my expectation.
"I thought I would...but I don't want to...it's okay." Meera's voice wasn't from the bed. I suddenly felt she had gone to the washroom. And her next words were from a close distance. "I don't want to feel bad for what we're gonna do...I mean I don't want you to hold back..."
"I'm not going to hold back, baby." Desai's voice came. "You know how long I've been waiting for this moment. You've come back to me, and I'm gonna relish this moment. I don't care what you were doing ten minutes ago or ten months ago. You've come back to me, haven't you? You're mine, now."
"But it’s not nice to steal from his moments. I think you shouldn't have done that."
"I haven't stolen from him. Stealing is taking possession of something you don't deserve. Don't I deserve you?"
The conversation was flowing smoothly and I was lost in the flow.
"You're smart enough to find a justification so quickly, but..." Meera's voice.
"We deserve each other, don't we?"
"I don't know about that."
"You don't know... Maybe you didn't think about it as much as I think."
"What do you think about it?"
"I think you deserve me as much as I deserve you."
"You are telling me this to reduce the guilt."
"Guilt?" Desai laughed slightly. "You know even Krish wanted this to happen. Do you think he didn't want this to happen?"
There was no reply from Meera.
Desai went on, "I have read a couple of articles about his nature. We are not doing anything to him. You are just letting him be himself. In other words, we are just doing what he wants from us."
I was alarmed as I learnt they were talking about me. He has read a couple of articles about my nature! My nature!
"Is that it?" Meera's voice didn’t carry any concern for me.
"No. We have come far from that, Meera. Do you think you are my bed only because of him? Don't you have any feelings for me?"
"We shouldn't talk about feelings, Susheel..."
Meera's warning made me feel better.
"Why can't we talk about our feelings? We can talk about the future maybe, but our feelings are our present. I have never been more intimate with anyone before you, Meera. And I don't think anyone would be as important as you in my heart. I have spent here so many weeks with you sleeping in the other room. I wasn't here dreaming about you... or dreaming about sleeping with you again. It has become more than that Meera. I know I have promised you that I won't talk about my feelings. But I am leaving. I mean I am leaving the day after tomorrow. Why should I hold back? That wouldn't be me. I'm not asking you to have feelings for me, Meera. I am just asking you to let me be myself. Allow me to show my true feelings to you."
"You are becoming more romantic than ever. I am not sure if it's a good thing or not but it's just... I don't know what to say... I would have fallen for you if I hadn't been in a relationship."
"Bad luck, yes?"
"Bad luck, yes."
"But for me, you are everything but bad luck. You are unbelievable. You are what I am going to cherish until the last day of my life. You are not a person, Meera. You are an experience, that I don't want to forget."
Desai was on top form with words. I thought.
"You are talking like I hopeless person." The tonal shift in Meera's voice made me think she was smiling as she was speaking.
"Hopeless. Romantic. Same thing."
“Why so hopeless, mister?”
Meera giggled.
“Because this is going to end, isn’t it?”
"But I am here only. There is time to say goodbye."
"I wish I could stay a few more days. But I also know it is wrong to expect that. I can't have it. I shouldn't ask you for that. Life has to go on, right?"
"You’re making me emotional."
"I'm just being me, baby. And I'm not gonna disappoint you as Krish did."
I was alert again, as he mentioned my name yet again.
"What... what did he do?"
"He ended too soon."
I was stunned.
"So what, it doesn't matter."
Meera's reply made me wonder if she was not going to challenge him.
"It matters."
"Why?"
"You were faking it."
"What?"
I felt a blow behind my head. “You were faking it.” Did he just say that?
For a moment, I felt I would need to go backwards and hear his words again.
"Don't lie.” Desai was saying. “Don't try to save his pride. And don't pretend something that I know isn't true. I can look at you and tell."
"You are such a rascal. I just wanted him to feel better."
 
I pressed my palm to my mouth, unable to contain my disbelief. Meera had just confirmed it! She was faking it!
My wife had faked that beautiful orgasm which I was so proud of. It felt like a severe blow to my head, and I felt robbed of something. I would soon realise it was my pride as a husband and a man.
I was just not good enough. I was learning the harsh truth.
 
"Don't you want to be there, honey?" The conversation between Desai and my wife was still going forward even as I felt my world stopping altogether.
"Where?" Meera's voice.
"The place where you wanted to be." I hated the softness in Desai's voice.
"Shut up. I didn't want to be anywhere. I was happy."
"I'm not talking about happiness. It's better than happiness."
"Susheel..."
"He had these lips. But there is so much left for me. I am gonna have it for the whole night."
"Have it, then."
"Did you miss me?"
"Stop talking like you didn't have fun for the last eight weeks. Did you forget what you did a few days ago?"
Yes! I heard someone yelling from inside my head. Meera was talking about things she was never going to talk to me about. About that morning. A few days ago.
"That's nothing, compared to what we have now. That day I was at your mercy. Tonight, I'm the king." Desai's voice.
"But you love to play the slave."
"Now I want to play the king. I know there's a vacancy."
Their voice was getting softer and softer and I felt I would soon stop hearing them. My heartbeats were louder than theirs. I heard soft movements. Are they kissing? I heard a soft moan from Meera soon, strengthening my doubt.
"Oh my god!" I heard a gasp from Meera.
"Did you miss it?"
"Shut up."
"Your eyes are talking..."
Meera's reply was a soft giggle.
"It's longing for your touch..."
"How do you want me to touch it?"
"You know what I like, don't you?"
"Yes...I'm your queen... I should serve my king."
"mmm...oh this feeling...just...take it all baby..."
It was now clear that she was sucking his dick. I suddenly remembered that she hadn't done the same to me when she was in bed with me.
"Mmm... Susheel..."
I heard Meera's moan followed by the sound of movements I could not make out. Until Desai spoke the next words.
"He didn't have the patience to undress you... to be honest, I pitied him then, but now it feels great...it's all for me..."
"It's all for you...gentleman." Meera laughed. And her laugh soon became a gasp. She had invited her man to feast on her nude body.
What would he be doing?
"Take it, Meera. Let's be together..."
"Mmm....aaah...slow...."
Meera's voice was shivering. And a slow cry of hers, which was now so recognisable to me. It was the sound of my wife guiding Desai's dick into her married pussy.
"Aahh...aaah...aaaah..." I heard the bed creaking, along with her cries.
The breathing soon became a heavy style of panting and Meera's voice simply sounded like non-stop crying.
"Aaah...haaa...aaah...aaah...aaah....huh....Sssusheel....aaah..."
It was nothing like the sounds she was making when I was making love to her. Desai was not making love to her, he was fucking her hard. He was teaching her what it feels like to get fucked. And he was reminding her how it was to receive from a man. I had stopped breathing. But I was still surviving, somehow, to be alive. At the end of the seemingly never-ending monotonous but soul-crushing fucking session, I heard Meera screaming aloud. It was not the sound she made while hitting orgasm in my bed.
The reality had hit me hard in a brutal way, twice. My wife was indeed faking it!
And now, as I was listening to the most honest version of her, she was struggling to contain the orgasmic pleasure in Desai's bed.
"Now...you have it...this is how it is... Do you feel it, my baby?"
I heard Desai's words through their combined heavy breathing.
"mmm...yes...aaah... Susheel...oh god...what was it?"
"It's exactly what I told you. Not holding back...You are mine, only I can give it to you and only you can complete me... "
"Susheel...oh my god...oh fuck..."
"Turn around baby..."
What the fuck! I thought.
Soon, I heard my wife let out a moan.
"Susheel...."
"Tomorrow...I'm gonna have this side of you... So tempting..."
"Shut up you dirty..."
"Say it. Don't hold back."
Meera laughed. "I was going to say rascal."
"Do you like what I did?"
"You're making me dirty."
"I love that, yes...are you ready?"
"Barely..."
"You'd love this..."
Meera moaned in response to his next move. He must have shoved his dick into her pussy from behind, I thought. I was right. The starting of bed creaks confirmed it. This time the sound of his body hitting behind her bum polluted the room even more. But Meera's non-stop crying soon rose louder than anything else. And it topped with a scream that had now become familiar to me.
But what startled me was the sound of Desai. His groans had taken a violent turn that told me he was going to cum. I hadn't heard them talking about condom let alone wearing it. And he was going to ejaculate in her pussy.
"I'm cumming baby...aaa... I'm gonna come..."
"Mmm..."
"Oh, my baby... I'm gonna pull out... Can I come in your mouth?"
"What...oh... Yes..."
"Okay, baby?"
"Mmm..."
"It's gonna be a lot..."
"It's okay..."
"I'm gonna put it all inside you... My juice... You'll swallow it."
"Do it..."
Then I heard a quick movement of him pulling out, followed by a huge groan. "mmm...yes..." Then another groan, lesser in intensity but surely a more satisfying one as he shot his load into my wife's mouth. There was no vocal response from Meera for a few seconds, apart from unrecognisable heavy breathing.
They were panting. I could hear their breathing getting interrupted by kissing. As they lay on the bed together, I could hear their voice even better.
"Oh, my baby... looking into your eyes like this makes me wish I could do it forever." Desai was saying. "I wish I could own you completely..."
Meera let her breathing settle down a little more before speaking.
"You've talked many times about this...about marrying me. Are you...I mean did you mean them for real?"
I was listening to every word clearly but still, I pressed the earpieces into my ear.
"I love you, Meera. I love to be with you. I love to belong to you. That's..."
"Susheel... You are dreaming too much... We can't love each other... I can't turn it into an affair for real..."
"But I can wish for that, can't I?"
"No, you can't."
"Is there absolutely no place for me in your heart?"
"There is, that's why I am here…doing this..."
"Will you come with me?"
"Where?"
"Anywhere..."
"Leaving Krish, no."
For the first time, I had heard something from Meera that didn’t panic me.
"Your commitment to Krish is making me insanely jealous. What is it that he has and I don't?"
"I don't know. Perhaps I know it through experience, Susheel. My experience has taught me things I haven't learnt to talk about. There was a time when I thought I should leave him, I could leave him. But when I left him, I learnt no, there is no Meera without Krish. My life without him is hell. I would better die than leave him for someone. I know you are a great man, but I don't always need great things. Remember, this relationship, between us, do you remember how did it happen? It happened because you wanted me. You chased me. You came after me. I put many conditions for you and you bent to all of them to get me. Our relationship is his mercy, Susheel... You've been grateful to him for that, and I respect that, I love that fact. That's one of the reasons why I love hearing when you say you love me. I love being loved by you, Susheel. Isn't that what you want from me?"
"You said something beautiful. I will never forget these moments."
"I too will not."
I heard them kiss again. And it lasted long enough to turn unbearable for me.
"Give me your tongue..." Desai was showing no hint of stopping. He was asking for her tongue. And I imagined my wife readily pushing her tongue into his mouth, letting him suck on it.
"Do I taste sweet?" Meera's voice came after a short break.
"Mmm..."
"Must be your own jizz..."
"I'll hate it if you later told me I turned you dirty."
"You did it. You alone did it." Meera said, laughing.
"There is another one who's even dirtier, though."
"He must have slept now. Leave him out of this."
"You know that he wants to watch us together, don't you? But you are you denying him."
"No, I will never let him."
"But why?"
"There are two reasons, Susheel. One is that I don't want him to see how much I love being with you. The way you look at me, and the way I look at you, the way we become one like no one can. I don't want him to see it and think he cannot do the same and that he's not fit to be my husband. I don't want him to start hiding his love."
Meera was talking at a pace that I was hardly catching up. But her words were dropping like bombs into the deepest corner of my psyche.
"I think he would enjoy that too."
"But I won't be the Meera you want me to be in your bed if he's watching. I would be a motionless body. Would you like that?"
"No, I want you to be the Meera that you were a moment ago, the same Meera you are at this moment."
"Yes. I am thrilled to see how much you love me. You keep bringing him a lot, but you know, I don't want Krish to come between us."
"It feels great when you say 'us'..."
"There is a 'us', isn't it?"
"Surely, there is a 'us'. There is we. We, baby."
The bits of information about the true nature of their relationship were unravelling in front of me. A sense of being betrayed and an unknown fear were creeping into my skin. I kept listening with bated breath, but the words had stopped.
My wife and her 'lover' had again started kissing.
"Baby... I am like a child in front of you. I just wanna hear a word from you. Please..."
I heard Desai's voice after a few seconds.
"What word?"
"Say you love me."
Meera laughed.
"Don't be childish."
"Please, say it. I want to hear it."
"No…”
“Please…my baby…”
“No…please…Sush…” her soft voice was swallowed by Desai's mouth. They were probably lying as close as they could be to the voice recorder. I was hearing the sound of them kissing, perfectly.
I hated that kiss instantly. But it was a thing of the past. I could do nothing as it went on. And there were only sounds now. Familiar sounds of him climbing over her, or her climbing over him.
"My baby, grab it and take it..."
"oh my god. You are up again..."
"Told you I am going to make love to you the whole night."
"haha. I hope I can bear that much pleasure."
"Oh, this pleasure of me entering you is unbearable for me. This is not physical pleasure. The feeling, that's what I'm talking about. The feeling of being loved. Say the words, baby."
“Susheel…” Meera's voice was so soft that I felt she would start crying any moment.
“Say it, Meera…. Say you love me…”
“aah….aah…”
The bed creaks had returned. He was moving it in and out of her pussy. The bastard was taking my wife to places where she had no control of herself.
“Meera…do you love me, baby?”
"Susheel… I love… you…"
"Say it and kiss me…my baby…"
"Yes… I love you, mmm...."
"I am yours, completely, Meera."
"I'm yours too..."
"Yes, you are mine... Oh, this moment... Can you feel me?"
"Yes... aaah..."
"My baby.... nothing can stop me from becoming yours... You are a queen who owns me... I am all yours... yours only."
I thought the bed creaking had stopped. Meera's voice was less shaky as well, "I love when you're so romantic."
"I am yours only, I decided that long ago."
"Aaah..."
Meera's response was a cry. The bed creaked again. He had started fucking her again. The bastard was a machine.
"Aaah...aahhh..aaahh...aaahh..."
"Aahh...Meera...you are mine... say that to me..."
"Aaah...Susheel... Susheel....aaahhh... oh my god... I can't speak... I...aah... oh my..."
"Say it, baby... aren't you mine?"
"Yes...yes...mmm....yes...."
"Say it, baby...."
"mmm...oh...yes... I'm all yours...I'm yours...mmm...aaah..."
"Say it again...."
"Yes... I am yours....aaahh..."
"You're mine....only me..."
"Yes...I'm only yours...you are my man Susheel...Aaah... and I'm yours only... Take me.... complete me....aahhh....faster... Susheel... faster...I'm cumming..."
"Mmm..."
The sounds of pounding had become peak. A few more seconds, and then Meera let out her scream of pleasure for the third time of the night. The sound of my wife completely submitting to the manly power of Susheel Desai. And then I heard a grunt of him, making me doubtlessly learn how he was filling my wife's pussy with his hot cum.
"Oh my god...So much of it...again...are you...huh!" Meera laughed through her panting. "You've spoiled all my belly."
He apparently had pulled out and shot his load on her belly. I let out a sigh. I wasn’t sure if it was of relief or disbelief.
Their breathing settled soon. I heard the sound of Meera leaving the bed and proceeding to the washroom. I thought if she was going to make love to him again.
 
"I'm curious to know what is the second reason why you don't want Krish to watch?" I heard Desai's voice after a while. Meera must have returned to the room, I guessed.
"Oh, that," Meera said. "I don't want to tell you now; I mean I will tell you tomorrow. This is such a beautiful moment I don't want to spoil it. The thought of it makes me hate myself. And I don't want you to start hating me this very night."
I was stunned. More than anything I had already listened for the last two hours, this was a hell of a revelation.
There was a reason that would make Meera upset even by thinking about it. What was it?
Something capable of making her hate herself. What was it?
 
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Hi all.
Thank you all for creating a storm with your comments here. I'm not in the position to reply any of them.
I'm concentrating on the next chapter, with a target of posting it on next weekend.

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Guys, I need a few more hours to fine-tune what I have written. I tried hard but I realise it is getting too late for tonight. There's no point in forcing it upon me and spoiling the final chapter of such a long story with a lot of typos and plot errors. I need a few more hours to finish it. We waited for 19 days. Why not one more day? My sincere apologies to those who spent their weekend waiting for me to show up. Let me go to sleep. I have work tomorrow. But I hope I will be posting that much-awaited final chapter here, without another break in promises.
Love the support you have given me. Enthralled by the comments you've showered on my writing. Buoyed by the deep discussion you held here for weeks.
Thanking you all.
Love. Krish.

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guys, I will take one more day. Throw stones at me, Send a man to kill me, but I will take one more day to finish it. I am not going to sleep now. But seeing a lot of guys online here is making me nervous. I need to read what I have written. It's the biggest chapter of the story (57 pages in a word document) so far. Even if I post it somehow, you wont be able to enjoy it.

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What to say it's kind of mixed feeling, don't know why, may happy because it ended and sad because there will be no Krish and Meera hence forth. I don't know about others but i visited this site only because of this story. Very few story kept me attached here and this was last one of them.
First it's time to show gratitude. Thank you very much Krish. It was great journey along with you in this part right from beginning till end supporting , encouraging and  criticising you. Many authors write complete stories but it's just 2 or 3 update. Very few people write long stories and finish it you are one of them. It was a greatest erotic saga for us. Thank you from bottom of my heart.

Coming to story :
It was bit disappointing slightly, if we describe in just two lines " last story No one dies saint was disappointing because u didn't listened to readers and knowing my wife disappointed because you listened to readers " two different scenarios but both are true. U told that last part was 57 pages but it was not merely 10 pages , so this clearly tells something has changed in end and u modified last chapter, may be to please majority but it's ur Babu and u have all right how to finish it. One thing was sure since morning sex was there and not clarified till last part so that would be major turning point for the climax. But was really curious to know what was there in those 57 pages u wrote. strong Meera was shown prety vulnerable in last 2 parts that was bit confusing. Krish came out suddenly strong. But everything was necessary for the climax u  planned. Every one taught story came to sudden hault.
This story was close to becoming a "Legend " but missed out and remained to be only best one. I taught Desai would atleast spend some time with Meera may be in guilt trip to some foreign locations, sex on beach and sand realising his dream impregnating and enjoying further. Then sharing those with Krish to make him envious or jealous. This would have given much more kick. Then end it with the climax what u had planned.
Most of the areas was what I taught of , some were really shockers like bringing back jai , piyush staying at night and all. Anyways finally it ended on happy note like a filmy climax. If we summarise in total best erotic story ever. - Thank you for this lovely story

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Well, I had chopped down some parts during the final editing but there's not much difference in size. The unedited version had roughly 57 pages in the MS Word document and the completed version still has 51 pages. The part you read wasn't merely "10 pages". Perhaps you read it too fast LOL. The picture of the word count is here.

And yes, I want to talk a little more about the story (not continuing though) like how it was supposed to be and how it finally became.  I am sure you'll be shocked. But this time I am going to admit that I have changed the way the story progressed toward the climax. The climax was changed from what I had thought of in the beginning (I am damn sure nobody will guess what I changed). But I will still not admit that it was entirely because of the readers' influence. Also, I didn't change it to shock you guys, and not to add a twist nobody was guessing. I will give my thoughts on that later. I need a little more time and comfort to pen those thoughts and I also wish to re-write my final chapter to make it a bit more coherent (I believe I had rushed a bit while writing it).
I haven't decided on giving an epilogue. But if I re-write it as I wish, then there won't be any need for the epilogue.
And last but not least, I need to thank you all readers for the love and support. I hope I will find time soon.