Adultery Knowing My Wife, Knowing Me As Well - part III (Completed)Completed

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(Chapter 41 continues)

As they walked out Meera was asking Desai about the inauguration event of his new security agency. It was going to happen in a few weeks. He was yet to finalise the Bollywood celebrity for the inauguration.

"But you guys both are going to be there among the chief guests. I have the plan to say a few words about Krish, for he must be credited for guiding me into this field."
Meera looked at me happily.
"Meera, this is an opportunity to meet your favourite actor. Suggest the name to him."
I said.
Meera looked at Desai.
"But I am not sure he is going to invite an actor or actress. It must be an actress and I have no interest in meeting anyone." She said with a teasing smile.
"Oh, so you're interested in meeting men only."
I teased her.
"No, a security agency should better be inaugurated by an action-hero-type actor. If you want to suggest, it's good."
Desai said.
"No, Susheel. I am not going to put my hand in your decisions."
Meera said.
"My life is circling you. I would like you to make a few decisions for me."
"Is that it? Then I will think about making a suggestion."
Meera said happily.
 
After lunch, I sat in the hall and started watching a live cricket match on TV. Meera was sitting on the other sofa with her legs at the other end of it. She had her laptop on her lap and even though she was busy working on it, she joined me to cheer on the key moments in the game.  I suggested she could work at night.
"I don't think it will be possible. Susheel will be here, won't he?" She asked casually with her eyes fixed on the laptop screen.
I couldn't believe how she was blatantly telling me she had the night reserved for Desai. As if she had already made up her mind that she was going to be busy with him.
 
After a while, Desai joined us. He sat on Meera's sofa and lifted her legs to keep them on his lap.
Meera said she was finishing some work and asked Desai to help himself with the juice in the fridge. Desai said he would have the juice later.
And soon he started playing with her feet. First, he stroked around her calves, making Meera admit that it felt good.
But then Desai ran a circle under her foot, tickling her.
"Stop tickling me Susheel." She warned. "You will get a kick out of my reflex."
"I wouldn't mind it."
He said and even lifted her feet to land a kiss on an ankle.
"You have beautiful feet."
"Say something new, darling. I’ve heard it many times from you."
Meera revealed. I thought it was slipped from her mouth. She silently worked on the laptop afterwards. Desai continued with his naughtiness. Meera tried to pull her leg back but Desai held them tight. Eventually, Meera kept the laptop aside and jumped on him, to scold him. But Desai put his arm around her comfortably, holding her into a freeze. I was suddenly drawn completely into the action. Meera was staring at his eyes, and he was staring back at her.
I even felt she would submit to him to kiss him.
But she moved away, somehow.
She gathered herself and shifted onto the other sofa. However, she kept glancing at him and smiling at him. She was getting warmer, for sure. And I was struggling to hold my face straight for I was getting annoyed. I wanted to tell them to move away.
Enough was enough.
I wanted them to take a break from this. We had come a long way forward than we had intended and now things were not as fun as they were presuming. 
But I didn't say anything.
I was waiting for him to share his fantasy with her.
 
"I have read a couple of articles about his nature."
He had told Meera about me. And when he shares the fantasy of allowing Piyush to sleep with her, she would learn his true nature too. She would find who the man of fantasies was. She would also learn the true meaning of dark fantasies which he had mentioned a day ago.
 
A few minutes later, Desai asked me if I would like to have tea.
"I'll make one for us all." He volunteered and began to get up. But Meera stopped him.
"Don't even try entering my kitchen for that. I know you can't even boil an egg."
She said and got up.
"I am a businessman. But I am trying to be a family man. Will you teach me, please?"
Desai asked.
"Yeah, come with me. Today I will teach you how to make tea. Tomorrow I will teach you how to boil an egg."
Meera said with a smile.
"Oh, that's so great."
"I wonder what you meant when you suggested having a night camp in the jungle with self-cooked food," Meera said while walking to the kitchen. Desai followed her.
"Krish will also be there, won't he? I'm sure he will lend us a helping hand." He said.
"Mmm..." Meera laughed a little. "You want to get my husband to cook for  you while you have all the fun with his wife?"
I couldn't hear Desai's reply as they both disappeared into the kitchen.
I felt she had already started treating him like a husband.
My patience was running short. I was waiting for the moment Desai grew confident to share his fantasy with her.
His true face.
That was all I needed.
 
I was sure Meera would be shocked if she heard Desai's proposal. She would realise that Desai was no different from me. Every moment he had played along with my fantasy, it was bringing out his true nature as well. The truth that he was also evolving into a cuckold mind would shatter all the manly impressions he had built up in front of her. She would understand all the nice things he was telling her, all those pep talks he was giving her - they were meant to get her to agree to his secret desire to spread her legs for another man. He had already told her about keeping a dark fantasy; now she would learn what his dark fantasies were going to be.
And it wouldn't be tough to see that his dark fantasies are far more dangerous than mine. Desai was not her husband. And he would never have the binding that I ever had with her. He would walk into her room another day and tell her that he has brought another friend. He would look into her eyes and challenge her, 'you slept with Piyush, didn't you? Why can't you split your legs for this friend too? What difference does it make to you?’
Meera would be clever enough to understand that she would not have any answer.
 
She was going to tell him to go fuck off. I knew.
 
After lunch when I found an opportunity, I went to the kitchen. I stood watching Meera doing the dishes. She asked me if I could arrange the plates into the pulled-out tray.
"What are you thinking, Krish?"
She asked me when she was done washing the plates. "Are you not happy that Susheel is staying with us tonight?"
"I thought we are going to be together tonight," I said.
"Who told you we won't be?" Meera smiled.
I thought she was joking with me.
"Are you going to sleep with me tonight? And what about him?"
"If you don't want me to sleep with him, then I will sleep with you."
"What about him?"
"What about him? He had his chance two times. Two back-to-back nights."
"But he would be gone tomorrow. He might not be back very soon."
"So what?" Meera wiped her wet hands with the hand towel and grabbed my hand. "You are my husband. Not him."
You will realise it again when he tells you about his dream tonight. I said in my mind.
But for that, she had to be with him. I made a quick calculation in my mind.
"He must be thinking that he is gonna have another special night."
I said.
"He told me that. But I told him no."
"Why?"
"Shouldn't I have told him that? Why are you talking like this? Do you want me to sleep with him every night just because he's here? I want you too, that too, just you only."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean to say I won't come back to you if I went to sleep with him..."
"But on Friday you..."
"I know." She interrupted me. "But it's different. For you, I'd like to be the exclusive thing. Not a used one."
"Used one." I laughed a little. "You are crazy to say such things about you."
"I'm starting to think crazy things, Krish. I have a feeling that our life is falling apart. We need to regroup before it's late. I want to be with you tonight, no matter what. Desai can come back another day."
I didn't want Desai to come back another day.
I moved closer and put my left arm around her shoulder.
"But I don't want him to leave like that. You can spend another night. It's okay. But he shouldn't come back for a few months. We will have time to regroup."
I said.
"Tonight, with him..." Meera looked down. She was smiling. But I wasn't sure if it was a welcome one.
"Do you have anything else in your mind, Krish?" She looked up.
We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.
"Will you let me watch tonight?" I asked.
"Krish... no," Meera said quickly.
"Please. He will be gone in the morning."
"Why do you want to watch it, Krish?"
"Because it's a fantasy you guys have been unknowingly teasing about and also when I see you guys flirting I feel like being left out."
"You are not being left out. I will be sharing a lot of details with you... about my nights with him. That will be great for you... I promise you."
"Please, I want to watch. Are you scared that I will hate you for that?"
"I am not scared of that, Krish. Because I know you will never hate me for that. And don't tell me that I am letting you out. About Friday night I want something to tell you. I thought I would talk about it later but I feel it's too much for me to hide from you."
"What is it?"
I asked intriguingly.
"That night you were excited. I mean we both were excited but you were too excited. I mean I could experience it and you finished too soon, in the end. Do you remember?"
I was already hooked. I nodded. "Yes. I think yes, I came too soon that night."
"Yeah. But I sensed it right away. It was okay but you know... I also didn't feel it was right because Susheel was watching. I didn't want you to feel bad in front of him. The way he was looking at me... I was sure he was there to take me to his room after you. So giving you more time was out of the question, though I didn't think about that much at that time. The only option that I had was to pretend that I was content with what I got there... I mean... How can I tell you..." Meera was struggling to put it into words. She was looking down repeatedly. She felt like a child confessing a mistake.
"Did you fake it, baby?"
I asked. I didn't want her to struggle anymore.
Her head was down even more. I could not see her eyes.
"Baby?" I put my finger under her chin to lift her face. Her eyes were closed. And they were teary when she opened them.
"I am sorry, Krish. I... I am extremely sorry. I did it because you know... how good Desai is at giving me such pleasure. And I didn't want you to compare yourself with him and feel bad about it. Don't ever..." She stopped as the tears dropped out of her eyes.
I was stunned.
I was not shocked by what she had just told me but by the fact she chose to confess it. She did not tell me the truth about Desai catching her faking it. But she had at least told me the truth about faking it.
I put my other hand around her and held her close.
"Have you ever had to do this thing... I mean this faking thing on my bed?"
"No," she said quickly and looked up into my eyes. "I never had to. And I don't think I will ever do that unless you put me in such situations."
"Next time when I put you in such a situation, please do scream louder. Entertain him, as much as you want."
I said with a smile. Meera laughed.
"Idiot. So you have no plan to stop. Is that what you're saying?"
We laughed together. She looked more gorgeous than ever when her eyes were shining on me.
I ended up hugging her tight and thanking her.
"You are my lollipop. The sweetest thing in my life. I know you will be there for me always."
"Don't add too much sugar, I'm warning you," Meera said and pushed me away, softly. "Don't expect me to let you watch okay?"
I laughed.
 
Meera took a wiping cloth and started cleaning the kitchen countertop. I was about to go back to the hall when Meera turned to me.
"I was really scared you'd be pissed off. You are wonderful, Krish."
I loved what she said.
"I'm proud that you said the truth. Desai is a rascal. Imagine him finding it out and revealing the same thing to me. I would be pissed off then." I said, watching her face. Her face was getting serious.
"Did you ever think we did a mistake by allowing him into our life?"
She asked. I caught her throwing a glance toward the door. She was probably checking if Desai was around. Desai was in his room and I was sure he was not going to overhear our conversation.
"Sometimes, yes. But other times I feel we would have found someone else if it wasn't him."
Meera stared at me. She stared at me long enough to make me wonder if I said something wrong.
"But whoever it is, it's temporary. Right?" I asked. "We are the same old couple, aren't we?"
"It's a question that I have already asked myself a hundred times, Krish. Whenever I find those heavenly- I would like to be cheeky here - those heavenly moments with another man, I used to think about coming back to you... how it would be. Especially with Susheel, the question used to scare me. Will I remain the same wife? Will you remain the same husband? Initially, it used to scare me. But you know, if you've taught me one thing in my whole life, that's to seek pleasure from your scare. Some people call it love for adventure. That may be the reason why it stopped worrying me and instead started to thrill me. And you know, people change. Our perception of anything can change. More than the event, more than the moments - even those heavenly moments - I'm thrilled about coming back to you, Krish. Because in my mind I never had become someone else's woman. I have always been yours, Krish."
Her voice was becoming softer and lovelier. I could no longer stand and watch her. In a sweeping motion, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. She kissed me back too. I pushed back against the countertop and allowed my kiss to become intense. Our tongues and lips danced together for a few seconds which left us both gasping for air.
"Tonight, I'm sleeping with you only." Meera blurted in the end.
I didn't want to tell her another word.
 
 
 
 
However, as the day progressed to the evening, I found myself getting tensed about the same thing I was hopefully waiting for.
What if Desai manages to convince Meera?
I was aware that Meera had a liking for Piyush's funny conversations. What if Desai talked to her in a way that I was probably not imagining?
What if Meera agrees to sleep with Piyush?
 
I suddenly felt like I did a mistake by agreeing to Desai's wild fantasy. One thing was sure. It was not just a fantasy by Desai but that of Piyush also.
Piyush was in awe of Meera's beauty. 
 
As far as I understood, Piyush would have started dreaming about Meera when he learnt that I was willingly letting my wife sleep with Desai. He would have then started dreaming about having sex with my wife. He had heard her moaning with pleasure in Desai's bed. From that day, he would have started dreaming of gifting her all that pleasure himself. 
No man is what we see in the daylight. I felt.
 
He had promised me that he would never talk to Desai about it. But he not only discussed it with Desai but also asked him to set up a date with Meera.
 
The more I thought about it, I found my confidence diminishing. I could only see a fifty per cent of chance for Meera kicking out Desai. For the other fifty per cent, I saw Meera and Piyush walking into her bedroom.
Am I going to witness another rich and married man filling my wife's pussy with this cum?
It was a question that was going to deprive me of sleep. But it was too late for now.
 
Eventually, I asked Desai when he was planning to ask Meera about it.
“Tonight, while having sex with her.”
Desai said straightaway.
He was so sure about it.
“But tonight she's going to be with me.”
I said.
Desai looked at me in surprise. I loved his reaction. He was surely expecting one last chance to screw my wife.
"Oh, please. Don't do this, bro."
"What, you had your chance for two straight nights. It's time I claim my wife back."
"I didn't have sex with her yesterday, Krish."
"Bad luck. But she has already told me she's going to be with me tonight."
"I'll talk to her."
"Do you think she will change her mind?"
"This is my last chance. She's got a kind heart."
I laughed it off. I felt I was slowly gaining the upper hand over him.
 
However, all hell broke loose just before dinner time.
I had gone for a shower when Desai found an opportunity to talk to Meera. I don't know what he told her and how he told her. But the reply was delivered to my doorstep. Quite literally.
I heard the knock on the shower.
"Krish. Just finish it and come out."
From Meera's shaky voice itself, I felt Desai had talked about it.
Is she gonna ask me to kick him out of our house?
I rushed to wrap a towel around my waist and opened the door.
Meera was standing there. And her eyes were just fire.
"Krish! Did you say yes to this moron?"
She pointed backwards. I saw Desai standing by the door.
"Look at me!" Meera yelled. "Did you say yes?"
"To what?"
"This moron wants me to sleep with his friend. And you told him yes?"
I tried to laugh, but I quickly realised that I shouldn't.
"I didn't mean to..."
"Did he discuss it with you?"
Meera interrupted me.
"Yes, he had told me about it. And I told him to..."
"You are okay with it."
Suddenly I knew I was in hot waters.
"I... I told him to ask you."
"What the fuck you were thinking, Krish?" She took a step forward and pushed me. I held onto the washroom door to avoid falling. "You don't have a say in that? What is your choice then? Is it okay if I sleep with anyone he brings home?" Meera went on.
I had lost my voice. More than the realisation that I had fucked it up, the way she was reacting stunned me.
"Oh, God!" Meera pressed her palms onto her face. She was crying.
"What is happening in my life? I have lost count of this." She looked up and yelled again, "I have lost count of your mind games, Krish!"
"Wait, Meera," I said. "I didn't mean to ask you to consider it. I just wanted you to understand that he is nurturing such a crazy idea for you."
"Wow! That's your security when things go south. Stop changing the plate. I just know what you are. Krish!"
Meera said and began to walk out of the room. 
"Meera, listen. I didn't mean what you think. Trust me."
I said. But she had already gone.
 
Desai was staring at me.
"You just wanted her to understand that I'm nurturing such crazy ideas for her, didn't you? Wow!"
"Desai, you have to stay with me in this. I have no plan to get my wife to sleep with your friend."
I said.
"And what about people you meet in a random place?"
He asked.
I was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"I meant exactly what you heard, Krish!" He said. "Wear something, Krish. We need to talk."
He added and walked out.
 
I hurried to find some clothes and wore them. My mind was rushing faster to make sense of what he had just told me. 
"What about people you meet in a random place?"
 
I knew Desai wasn't just throwing a silly claim to distract me. There was something in mind that was enough to make him believe he could take me on. But why?
Is he trying to create a rift between me and Meera?
The thought crossed my mind and I was stunned by it. I remembered all the brainwashing pep talk I had heard him giving to my wife since Friday night.
Bastard!
I screamed in my mind and rushed out of my room. There was no one in the hall.
And I could hear them talking in Meera's room. I approached the closed door and waited a moment to hear what they were talking about.
"Meera you love him, I know that. But love can die in the hands of a wrong person." I heard Desai's voice.
What the fuck! I said myself. He was not talking to solve the problem. He was trying to brainwash her.
"You are mirroring his justification. How could I trust you?"
"Like I trust you, Meera."
Meera's reply was silence.
 
I had waited enough. I pushed the door. It was bolted from the inside. I knocked on the door and Desai opened it after a few seconds. Meera was sitting on the bed. I looked at her and then turned to Desai.
"What are you doing, Desai?"
I asked, without hiding my anger. 
"I'm sorry Krish. I did what I had to do."
"You should leave," I raised my voice. "You should leave now. Else you'll see my other face."
"I have seen your other face, Krish." He said nonchalantly.
I took a step towards him. I was preparing to charge him with my next step.
"You're crossing all the limits. Today our friendship ends," I said.
"Leave him, Krish." Meera interfered. "Why are you going against him? This is between you and me."
"Are you trying to protect him, Meera? He's trying to make us fight."
"He's merely showing the truth."
"What truth?"
"The truth, that you have gone too far, Krish," Desai said and moved closer to Meera.
"She deserves better."
"What the fuck you are talking about, Susheel Desai?" I yelled again and scratched my head. "Will you tell me what is this all about? You said something about letting her sleep with random people. When did I do that, you tell me, bastard? When did I do that?"
"He's talking about Jai, Krish!" Meera said quietly. Her voice was shivering. 
I was stunned. I stared at her for a moment.
"Jai?"
"The random guy we've met on a train. That's him."
"What about him? When did I..." I began to say and paused. I was at loss for words. So was Meera. She slowly turned her head down.
I looked at Desai.
"You don't know the whole story, Krish," Desai said. "But she has told me everything about that night in the train. How you met a military man and made her flirt with him, yourself pretending to be a stranger. And you let him kiss him. Be intimate with him."
"So what? It was something we did together. We've done the same things with you too. What a hypocrite you are, Desai! If I hadn't done those things with you, you would have still been dreaming of her and jerking off in your office chair. How many times have you told me things like we're a special, special couple, just because of that? And now you dare to blame me? It shows your true character. You're a chameleon whose best-known trick is to change colours. What else are you, Desai? Tell me what you want."
"It also shows your character too, Krish. Tell me one thing. Why didn't you tell me to walk away when I suggested letting my friend sleep with Meera?"
"I said this already. I wanted to expose your true face to her."
"But you've exposed yourself, Krish."
I wanted to kick him. I had almost begun to raise my feet but Meera interfered before I did.
"Why would I trust you, Krish? Do you have anything to prove you were just testing him? It will be even harder for me to believe that you didn't get a hard-on when he proposed the idea of watching Piyush fuck your wife."
I didn't have anything to say.
"Meera...I don't have any evidence. But you can't put everything on me and just behave like a chaste woman."
I blurted.
"What did you say, Krish?" Meera turned to me. "Go on, put something on me then. When did I behave like a chaste woman?
"Don't make me talk, Meera," I warned.
"Talk your mind, Krish! I dare you to talk."
"Meera you were very close with Desai when I was lying on the bed after the accident. Way more than you were pretending. How many times have you slept with him, behind my back?"
"What!" Meera's voice was a cry. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Don't shout, Meera. I know you have been fucking him in the mornings. If you wanted to sleep with him, you could have told me, no? Why did you have to sneak into his bed like a thief in your own house? Just to pretend in front of me that you were doing some great sacrifice, like preserving your cunt for me? Why?"
Shocked by my words, a voice escaped Meera's throat. She was too stunned to even blink her eyes, let alone speak a word.
"You must be wondering how I know." I went on. "But I just know the truth."
"What truth are you blabbering about, Krish? Is this what you think of me?"
"Meera, stop pretending now. Your refusal won't work."
"Why do you think I have slept with him when you were lying injured?"
She asked again, and I was getting irritated by her acting now.
"I have heard the sound from your room. I have heard your voice. I know how you scream when Desai's prick is inside you."
"Watch your words, Krish." Desai broke his silence. "Have some respect for your family. I understand you are angry, but you can still talk nicely."
"You shut up, Desai. Enough of your advice."
I scoffed.
"You have become insane, Krish," Meera said in a cracked voice. "You have dipped yourself too deep into this fantasy shit. That's why you are hearing such sounds everywhere. And your head is filled with only one thing; that's why you can't say what is real and what is your fantasy. Just go to a doctor and treat yourself."
I forced a laugh like a maniac. "Now you want to frame me as a mental. What an easy way to protect your secret." I turned to Desai.
"Desai, be a man and admit the truth. Didn't you have sex with her two weeks ago?"
Desai stared at me for a moment and then shook his head sideways, “no, Krish. And please don’t make this type of allegation about Meera.”
I stared back at him. I stared back at his denial. I knew he was lying. But I had no evidence to prove it.
Meera slowly walked out to the dining hall and had some water from the jar on the dining table. "My head is like spinning." She blurted and proceeded to the hall without looking at me. I walked out of the room but I didn't know how to approach Meera. I went to the dining hall and sat on a dining chair. I could see Meera from there.
 
Desai too came out of the room and walked toward Meera.
"Don't come to talk to me," Meera told him straight away. "You are no different from Krish. Why would I trust you? I can't trust you unless you make me believe."
"But how?"
Meera stared at his face for a second.
"Call him," she said. "Call your friend and talk to him. Tell him that I have agreed to sleep with him. I want to hear his response."
"But how can I say that to him?" Desai refused. "He didn't ask me that. It will be awkward."
"It will be extremely awkward if you don't talk to him. And don't tell me you don't talk like that to men. I know you are very keen to speak to Krish that way. Just call Piyush and put it on speaker mode. Tell him that Meera has agreed to your wish. And Krish too."
"Please, Meera. I can't do this."
Desai said. He looked pathetic. His game was falling flat.
"Then leave. I say, leave now."
Meera ordered.
Desai took a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth. He looked confused and indecisive. Meera was just staring at him. Nothing was going to work against the cleverness of my wife.
"Just leave, Desai. You don't have a choice."
I said; my voice loud enough to be heard from the dining hall.
 
"Okay, I will call him," Desai said quickly. "There's nothing bigger than this," He blurted and pulled out his phone.
I got up from my chair and walked over to him.
Desai dialled Piyush's number and put it on speaker mode.
"Just tell him that you have good news; Meera has agreed, and ask him when is he coming," Meera instructed.
Desai nodded.
The call was picked up from the other end and I heard Piyush's voice.
"Hello."
"Hi, Piyush. I have good news, my friend. She has agreed. Meera has agreed. When are you visiting?"
"What?"
Piyush's voice simply conveyed the impression that he had no idea about what Desai was talking about.
"Meera has agreed, Piyush," Desai said again and looked at Meera, gesturing ‘what next’.
Meera grabbed the phone and spoke to it. "I am here with him, Piyush. Are you coming to meet us? How about this weekend?"
"Hey, Meera. How are you? Are you...uh...where is... okay, leave it. Pardon me, I didn't get you, dear. I can surely come to meet you this weekend. But why would I meet you? And what is that you have agreed to him?"
Piyush's response made Desai happy instantly. As he looked at me he had a smug smile on his face.
"I'm talking about what you and Susheel have discussed about me. Are you having naughty dreams about me, Piyush?"
Meera asked.
"What are you saying, Meera? We haven't discussed anything about you. I didn't even know that he knows about the other night."
Piyush said.
"Which night?" Meera asked curiously.
"The night when I stayed at your place."
"What happened on that night?"
There was a momentary silence from the other end.
"Meera, I haven't told a single word about it, to anyone. Not even Desai."
Meera's rising curiosity was visible on her face. Even Desai was surprised. And I was the only one who understood what Piyush was talking about, and I knew this was now going unexpected ways.
"I'm asking what you know about that night and how did you come to know. Can you please tell me, Piyush?" Meera asked again.
"I know about what is going on between you and Desai. Krish is also aware that I know."
Piyush's reply had both Desai and Meera looking at me. I knew I had landed in hot waters, yet again. Meera turned her attention back to the phone.
"But why did he tell you about it? Do you have any idea?"
"He didn't have to tell me. I heard the sounds from your room and I questioned Krish. He confessed. But I promised him that I will never talk anything about it, not even to Desai. I wonder why he had to tell you about it. Where is he by the way?"
"Thank you, Piyush. I'm sorry I had to disturb you. We'll talk later. Bye." Meera disconnected the phone and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and disappointment.
"So, one more friend of yours has learnt about your whore wife," Meera said. "this proves one thing, Krish. When Desai said Piyush wished to sleep with me, you knew it was possible. And you would have already started fantasising about Piyush entering my bedroom."
"No, Meera. No." I wanted to explain but I was at loss for words.
 
"I'm sorry, Susheel. This moron is just another level of a perverted mind." She blurted to Desai, discarding me. She got up and went back to her room. I began to follow her, even though I didn't know how to calm her down.
"Stop following me everywhere, Krish. Give me some space."
Meera said and disappeared into her room. I stood there like a lost soul for a few minutes before turning back.
A few minutes later, Desai went to Meera's room and knocked on the door.
"Krish, please!" I heard Meera's voice from the inside.
"It's me, Meera. Open the door. We need to talk."
Desai said. I watched on as Meera opened the door. Desai took her back to the hall and sat her on a sofa. He then turned to me, "come on here, Krish. You guys need to talk."
 
And he showed me the other sofa to sit down on. He had become the man in charge.
"Are you happy now, Desai?" I asked Desai.
"No, my friend. I didn't mean any of this. I only wanted to convey to you that your certain practices are crossing the limits. Even though I was responsible for it, when I proposed the idea of allowing Piyush with your wife, I wished you denied me. I was running a test, intended to prove you are compatible with each other. But you not only failed the test but also proved that you are much worse than I thought."
"You are just the same guy I met on the first day, Desai," I said. "I can feel it, no matter what."
"It doesn't matter what you feel about me, Krish. It's time you have introspection about yourself."
I pretended to laugh him off. But I had started it already. I could feel it from inside that I had fucked it up badly. Not just once but many times. The past was coming back to haunt me.
 
"You must be wondering why I tried to run a test on you. Yes, you have the right to doubt my intention, Krish. But if you want to know the truth, I will have to talk about everything. It is no more secret for any of us that you wanted to watch me having sex with Meera. I have been asking Meera to let us fulfil this fantasy. Friday night you guys allowed me to watch you in bed. Still, Meera maintained that she cannot let you watch her with me. I was very curious to know the reason behind it. She told me two things. One, she was not comfortable with the idea of you witnessing the level of sexual intimacy she and I share. The other reason was something about your past, Krish. About your cuckold nature, it is. You have been expressing your acceptance - and excitement - to see your wife with other men for a few years. She told me about an incident that happened during a train journey. During that journey, you met a young man named Jai and you guys played a roleplaying game with him. You pretended to be a total stranger while allowing Meera to flirt with Jai. Things escalated to the level of Meera and Jai having some intimate moments in her seat. You were able to watch some action between them and you were very excited. When the trip ended, Meera told you about how Jai had later forced his way into the toilet when she went to the loo, and how he convinced her to be intimate with him. She had promised him many things while flirting with him even though she did not mean to cross the line. In the toilet, she let him fulfil one of Jai's dirtiest fantasies, which was to perform oral sex on her, that too from behind. She was thrilled by the kinky act. When Meera told you this next day, you were equally thrilled and horny enough to try out the fun yourself. She was going to tell you but after seeing you becoming so horny for what she did with a stranger in that bathroom, she held herself back. What she didn't tell you is, she had sex with that guy, Krish."
Desai shook his head a couple of times after saying the last sentence as if he thought I might not believe him. I still struggled to believe it, but I knew I had to believe it. I forgot to blink as I kept staring at him.
And I didn't dare to look at Meera.
Desai went on.
"What she didn't tell you is that while she was standing bending forward over the washbasin, Jai stood up behind her and shoved his dick into her. She tried to protest, but her guards were already down. She could only submit to the pleasure the moment was giving her."
Desai paused, not wanting to share further details. I looked at Meera.
"Why didn't you tell me, Meera?"
"She would have told you, Krish," Desai said, "had you been ready to listen and understand the guilt she was carrying. She learnt one thing about her that night, Krish. That you could turn her into anything. You could turn her into a whore, pardon my words – I’m merely putting her fears into words. And she had been unable to find a way to say no to you. When she found me through you she initially resisted because she didn't want to go back to face the same thing she had learnt that night. But you never chose to let her sleep peacefully. Your fantasies draw her to my world and pushed her to do things she had never thought she would enjoy. She has grown to the level of admitting she has enjoyed sex with me. And she knows that it will not disappoint you. Her worst fear was seeing you rise to another level of being you. That level would be to find another man or to find another way to use her body to fulfil your fantasies. Letting you watch her having sex with me would not satisfy you. Because you had already watched her doing it with someone else."
Desai's voice had lost its tone as he delivered the last line. His voice carried a different tone that told me how much he hated telling me all this.
I had nothing to say. I too had lost my energy to speak. I only threw a glance at Meera. I saw tears running down her cheeks.
"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 remembered her words from the other night. It now made sense.
My head went down, unable to hold its weight on my neck.
 
Desai spoke after spending nearly ten minutes in silence to regain his composure.
"She told me she has been part of this. And she cannot put all the blame on you. But it also means she has to live with remorse. Krish, you have to realise that living with remorse is not an ideal life. It is making her married life just hell. Your married life is falling apart, Krish. And with my test, I wanted to give her some hope that you are not what she feared. But you proved me wrong; proved her worst fears right."
 
"You should have talked to me, Meera.” I said in the end, “from the first day. Even if you think I would be excited by something that hurts you and makes you remorseful, you could have expressed your true thoughts to me. You could have told me it didn't go as we wanted. I would have understood."
"No, Krish." Meera broke her silence. "You would have been sorry for what happened, but you wouldn't learn from it. You know, even when I was walking with you in those fantasies, letting my guard or going with the flow - whatever it is - the thought that there will always be a new man has been one of my worst fears. And that fear has now become true. It's Piyush, in your mind now. After that, you'd start dreaming of watching me in his bed. After that, you'll want to find a man who could do it with you. There's no end to your fantasy. But I can't, Krish. I can't."
 
There was no energy left in me to argue. I got up and stood in front of her.
"I am sorry for making you feel this worse. I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. We should have talked a little more about this. But anyway I guess we can do it now. When I said yes to Desai's idea of letting you sleep with Piyush, I intended to stop him from getting too closer to you. I knew you would never agree to sleep with Piyush."
"How can I trust that, Krish?" Meera looked up, wiping her tears. "You have a history of encouraging me."
"Because he is what he is," Desai said like adding fuel to the burning coal.
I looked at him hatefully.
"You are trying to separate me and Meera. I know what you are doing, Desai. Of course, you are right; love can die in the wrong hands. But I love her. My love for her will never end."
I said.
"Wait," Meera raised her hand. "How did you know that? How did you hear that? You were outside when he told me that."
Desai looked at her and shook his head.
"Yeah, there's something wrong; even I’ve been thinking of it. Isn't that door soundproof?" He pointed to Meera's bedroom. "Have you done something, Krish?"
"You bugged it?"
Meera asked. I knew they were going to find it. I had nothing to hide.
"No, I didn't bug it, Meera," I said. "But I have drilled holes in the door so that I could hear you from outside. That's why I said I heard you having sex with him, two weeks ago. Now, do you understand why I was saying what I was saying?"
Meera stared at me for a moment.
“What have you become Krish? I really wonder if you were faking the injury. You are so fake; you doubted me. You had doubts about Susheel. That's why you drilled the holes.”
“I didn't drill the holes because of the doubt. It was just for listening...”
“What's the difference, Krish? Both are the same. Oh, God.”
She cried.
I thought she was playing the drama to deviate from the accusation. She hadn’t still answered my question.
“Why did you promise me and then proceeded to sleep with him?”
Meera gave me a look that I felt would burn me.
“You've become a walking statue with only one thing in your mind, Krish. That's the picture of your wife and another person, naked, fucking all the time like rats. What do I look like to you? A whore? Yes. Call me that. I'm a whore. And leave me from this. Once a whore is always a whore. Leave me.”
I was stunned as fate had my wife say those words. It was something that Desai had shouted at me long time ago, when I responded to his indecent proposal physically.
And now my destiny had found a way to make my wife repeat the same line to silence me. It felt like a blow to my psyche and I fell back into the couch.
Meera's eyes still followed me, and they were filled with disappointment. You need to see a doctor, Krish. You are thinking too much about one thing and one thing only. That's why you started hearing such sounds. If you had heard us having sex, why didn't you simply confront me? What were you waiting for until now? Were you not comfortable talking about it? Or, were you enjoying it? Oh, yes, I think that's a possibility. You were fantasising about us. It's okay, I know you do that a lot, but you should stop when you can't say what is real and what your imagination is, Krish."
Meera's words were flowing freely and every word she spoke was pushing me down into a hole of humiliation. I had no answer to any of her allegations. Because I felt she was speaking the truth.
 
It was hard to accept. I shook my head in disbelief.
Was I dreaming those sounds?
I had heard it clearly. But I hadn't seen them. I hadn't seen them coming or leaving.
Were they my imaginations?
I had no answer. Or I hated the answer my brain was cooking up for me.
"I am not surprised, Krish," Meera said in a slow voice. "If you had this in your head, then I can't be surprised if you said okay to the idea of me and Piyush having sex. Or anyone you see on the road."
She took a long breath before continuing. "I am leaving, Krish. I am packing my bags and moving out. Give me an hour. This is the end of us. End of our marriage."
I could say nothing. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. The worst episodes of my life were happening again.

(to be cont'd)

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But her words turned Desai's attention towards her.

“Meera, you don’t have to decide hastily. Just give yourself some time.”
“For what, Susheel?” Meera looked at him. “For what should I wait? I’m surprised to see you so cool. He has drilled hole on your doors, he’s been spying on us. He’s probably heard every conversation you’ve had with me in the past few days. I’m unable to shake it off my head.” Meera took a deep breath and went on, “you were right, Susheel. Love can die in the hands of the wrong person. It has just died. Krish and I… we were not meant for each other. This can’t be worse than that.”
She got up and began to leave. But Desai called her back.
“Meera we need to talk.”
Meera stopped and looked him in the eyes.
"There is nothing to talk Susheel, it is over."
She said.
“Meera, this is not what I meant to create. I only wanted to correct him. I don’t want you to leave him.”
“What makes you think I should stay with him?”
“Because I know he loves you. But for him, love has got a different meaning that we are failing to understand.”
“So you suggest we change our perception on love for his sake?”
“No, baby. That’s not what I meant. He loves you; that’s a fact. Everything else comes after that. You only need to make him understand what you enjoy and what you regret. When you told me about the trauma that you had to live after what happened on that train, I could feel the pain. Krish, with all the love and care he possess for you, should have felt the same way. But when you tried to open up, he did not understand your pain. That’s what makes me sad. But that’s something that you can talk to each other and solve. What I was trying to do while bringing up a fake proposal from my friend was to prove that Krish is a man who knows where to draw the line and where to stop. But he didn’t get it. He was thinking something else. Let’s drop that subject and pretend that I didn’t run this stupid test. Please, don’t leave him. I’d say, for my sake, if not for anything else.” “
“You are now trying to take his side. Strange.”
“Yes I am because I don’t want to be the reason for your separation. I love you guys.”
Meera stood silent for a couple of seconds and then spoke.
“Okay, I will talk to him. But you should go to your room.”
Desai agreed.
Desai looked at me and nodded slightly. I wanted to nod back at him gratefully, for miraculously buying me another chance to convince my wife to stay. But he looked away too soon as he started walking toward his room. We watched on until he disappeared behind the closed door.
 
“If you want me to talk to Krish, then I will.” Meera turned to me. “Krish, you need to ask yourself one thing. If I had agreed to the idea of having sex with Piyush, then what would have been your reaction? Would you have called me a slut who is happy to accept any man out there, or would you have thought why should you disturb me if I like it?"
"I will never call you a slut," I blurted. Meera looked unconvinced.
I took a step towards her. "Meera just think about it. Today morning we were in a temple and had everything perfect. What has changed in a matter of a few hours? Have I become a stranger in just fourteen hours? And how is this Desai suddenly became so close to your heart that you became confident enough to tell him all the secrets that you haven't even told me? What was stopping you from telling that to me for so long?"
Meera looked down for a moment and then started talking.
"Krish, Susheel is nurturing some secret feeling for me; like imagining me as his lover or something. But I don’t want him to be my lover. I don’t need one, except you. I wanted him to understand the game we’ve been playing, and know that I’m not such a lovable, perfect woman that he’s been portraying me. I like it when he calls me goddess and all when in bed, but beyond that…you know it is rubbish. When I decided to talk about what happened on the train, I thought Susheel would hate me. Because that incident had happened at a time when we were turning down every proposal of friendship with him. On the one hand, we were living as husband and wife who never compromised, and on the other hand, I had allowed a stranger to have sex with me, that too with your blessing. How ironic it was! I thought he would laugh at me. But I was going to tell him everything about us. What we have done in our past four years. I thought if he hates me and walks away then it was good. Because I would at least know what I have become. So many secrets to hide from the world that we live in; we can't live like this forever, Krish. You know, there are bits of information about us spreading in our neighbourhood. About Susheel staying in our house. What is your true relationship with him? A friend... A brother... More than a friend... Whatever you name it, there is a lot of ambiguity over it. People have seen me going out and having a good time with him. There are stories. Reshma had the other day asked me how I was managing after you were bedridden. And she casually asked if I am taking help from my husband's friend. I was like, 'no; what are you talking'. She laughed and said 'now I understand what the truth is.' I was shocked but I couldn't say anything as justifying it more would only make it worse. I can feel the vibe when I go for my evening walk. People kinda have assumed that I am sleeping with your friend. It must be their favourite story to cook up but unfortunately for us, it is the truth. We can show our anger to them, but it's not a solution. I don't have the guts to face it, Krish. I know I have to stop but I can't stop welcoming Susheel into my bed. Like we jokingly have said many times, he has become my other husband. There is nothing I can make me detach from him. There is nothing that I can see myself parting ways with him for. There is nothing that can make me hate him. And when I told him about the Jai incident, he consoled me. And he refused to hear about the other men in my life. For him, it didn’t matter. He said, for him, I can be what I wanted to be. Last night, we did not have sex. We kept talking all night. He's a great man, Krish, with a lot of heart. And that was what I expected from you when I tried to tell you about the incident on the train. But what happened was entirely different. Instead of anger, instead of empathy, what I saw in your eyes that night was lust. You wanted me to be screwed by that stranger. That night you were excited to make love to me. You were excited. You were going to celebrate it. If I had told you how I got screwed by a stranger in that loo, against my wish, you would have enjoyed it and celebrated it. I am sorry to say this so late, Krish, but I hated you that night.”
Tears flew down her cheeks. And I kept staring at her, stunned. I was at loss for words.
“That’s why I didn’t tell you, Krish. Even after that day, I could never tell you the truth because I had envisaged your reaction and I hated it.”
“But Meera I have a feeling that Desai is making you remember all this because he’s not what he’s talking. He wants you to leave me for him. He loves you, doesn’t he? He has been a mastermind behind what I have become, Meera. He let Ananya sleep with this friend earlier. He is not a pure heart like you think."
I argued.
"He has told me about Ananya.” Meera said. “It happened because of two reasons, Krish. One is that Ananya was just a woman for his entertainment. And you know what the second is? Ananya was interested in his friend."
"No, she wasn't."
"If she wasn't interested, then why did she sleep with that man again?"
"To help Desai watch."
Meera laughed a little, with contempt for having to talk about it at the moment.
"Krish, Desai might have shared with you a lot of fantasies. But he is not like you. He has no interest in getting his woman fucked by another man. He has got the right amount of possessiveness. I experienced it when I went out with him to those parties and weddings. He has seen me speaking with my friends, he has seen me sharing jokes and laughing with men but he has never told me that a particular guy has the hots for me. If you were him, you would have found at least one opportunity to tease me about it. Susheel is not a cuckold type of person."
"Oh," I said slowly. "So you have found reasons to make up your mind about him."
"Come on Krish, I haven't fallen head over heels for him. I am not choosing him over you. I’ve just got tired of your tricks. That’s why I’m leaving. I’ll be hundred times better than living with you.”
“Meera let me be honest with you.” I finally decided to speak my mind. “I’m becoming intimidated by his presence. Maybe because he’s the perfect guy. I’m no match for him. He’s rich…that’s not a matter… but… I mean he’s got the qualities that make me feel inferior. I’m scared that you are falling for him. I have no problem to hear about how a man loves you, but to know that you have the same feeling towards him is different. I feel insecure, to be honest. That’s why when he told me about the Piyush proposal, initially I hated it but then I wanted him to share it with you because I wanted you to react to him. I knew you would kick him out of that house, because I know whatever you have done with any man in your life, that’s because of my persistence. You will never say yes to Piyush unless I endorse it. I know that. I am not saying this to say I am the last word in your life, but I mean to say whatever mistake you have done in your life, I am the one to take the blame. If I were to buy into the Piyush proposal, I would have talked to you about it myself. Wouldn’t I?”
Meera kept staring at me for long. She did not say anything but her facial expression told me that she was not buying any of my words. I waited for a moment and before I could speak further, she shook her head.
“I need a break, Krish. We have spoken enough. Please go to sleep.”
“Are you going to…” I started to wonder and Meera interrupted me.
“No. I’m not going to sleep with him. I need peace of mind, not sex.”
Her words were firm enough to stop me from asking anything else.
Meera went to her room, leaving me alone.
 
I too retired to my bed. The whole house had fallen asleep, though the people in it were going to struggle to find sleep. I drank some water to calm myself down but I couldn’t kill my restlessness. I had to talk. I needed to talk to Meera. But I was sure she would not entertain me anymore.
I decided to go on a drive. It was the only thing that came to my mind. I was getting tired of being between those walls. Lying in bed for many weeks suddenly seemed less tiring compared to the two days I lived after they were over.
I changed my shirt and came out of the room. I could not find the car key.  I guessed it would be with Meera and I went to her room. The door was not bolted from inside but the light was off. I turned it on and Meera got up from the bed instantly.
“What?”
I asked her the car key and she pointed to the table. It was there.
“Where are you going, Krish?”
Meera asked.
“I too can't stay here. It's suffocating. I need some fresh air.”
Meera looked at the clock.
“It's too late. Just go and sleep, Krish.”
“I too need some peace of mind.” I grabbed the key and said.
Meera followed me as I reached the main door.
“Krish, tell me the truth. What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. Just a drive, Meera.”
Meera forwarded her hand to me.
“I'm scared, Krish.”
“Don't be. I'll come back. I'm not going to commit stupid things.”
I said and quickly opened the door to get out.
 
Even though I went for the drive, I did not know where to go. I drove aimlessly around the town but it left me more restless.
I felt all this conflict arose because Desai had already gotten into Meera's heart. All the bed time talks, all those ‘I love you’ whispers, have gotten into her subconscious mind.
He's a great man, Krish, with a lot of heart. And that was what I expected from you...
I remembered her words.
She was trying to see him in me.
But I am not what he is. I shook my head.
She had told me she’s not fallen heads over heals for Desai. But hasn’t she already conveyed that it is Desai whom she deserved?
All was right until the evening. But suddenly everything changed. The timing of sharing of Jai incident and fake proposal from Piyush were just tools to bring about that change. Whether I liked it or not, the fate of the night was to have my wife walk out of my life!
Suddenly I felt a conspiracy was being played, and Desai was the mastermind to it. He’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothes. He claimed to have no intention to separate us, but he claimed so only after it became so clear that we were going to separate!
Didn’t he rob me of my wife?
The faster I drove, the harder that realisation hit me. I didn’t know what to do.
 
As the drive went on and on, I realised that I need to find a destination if I were I were looking for peace.
I decided to go to my office. I was a few kilometres from there. But then I figured that I needed to have the key to enter the building. It was supposed to be with Nidhi.
I stopped the car and picked up my phone to call Nidhi. But it was switched off. And I couldn't find the phone charger in the car. I felt my fate was plotting to push me into a dark pit of loneliness and solitude.
I thought of heading back home. When I thought of my home, I thought the people in it. My wife in one room, and they guy who wanted her in the other room.
Or are they in the same room?
The thought woke me up like an alarm. From the noise Meera made when I left would have helped Desai know about it. He could come out of his room and initiated a conversation with her. And he could offer her comfort and peace. He could take her back to his bed and then live his fantasy one last time. At this very moment when I was wandering on the road with no place to go, Desai could be pushing his dick hard into my wife’s pussy, making her scream with pleasure, helping her forget the unpleasant moments of the night.
And helping her forget me.

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Sorry for making you all wait so long. When the last chapter was posted I had told I needed minimum three weeks to give the next. So I will also thank you all for waiting.
Tonight I will post the Chapter-42. Most of this chapter also follows the old version's flow of events. But more changes are also there. So I hope you will like it.

The next update will come after two weeks. As I am seeing it, both the 42nd and 43rd chapters are going to be short ones. And about the final look of the whole story, it now looks like it will take 7-10 chapters to finish the story. I hope I can give sooner updates later on. But for now, I can say 43rd chapter is coming only after at least two weeks.
Thank you for waiting, once again.
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Chapter - 42

I had stopped the car at a crossroad. I thought about going to Nidhi’s house to meet her. As I did a quick calculation, I realised that her house was not too far from the highway. Being Sunday night I knew she would be home. With that thought I took a U-turn.

 
As I drove past a bar, I felt the thirst to have a few shots of whiskey. My body was on fire and my heart was still beating like a machine. But I chose not to stop anywhere.
I didn't want to spend my time on the road anymore. I wanted to find a bed and sleep so that this night would end somehow. And I knew there was no such place in this big city.
I reached Parvati's house in half an hour. The front side of the house was dark. I felt that Parvati and Nidhi were sleeping. The street lights and a few neighbourhood lights were still on. I hesitated for a moment whether it was right to disturb them so late at night.
But that didn't stop me from walking up to that door and ringing the doorbell. A few minutes later I saw light in the hall.
 
Parvati opened the door as expected.
She was surprised to see me.
"Krish!"
Her eyes widened for a moment, but she turned serious when she saw my expression.
“What happened, Krish? That too at this time?”
I stared at her for a moment. I did not expect such a question.
"Come in."
Glancing behind me, she invited me inside.
I felt my steps grow weaker as I stepped inside.
"I came to see Nidhi, Parvati. I wanted the keys of my office."
I said in a weak voice.
"She's not here. Didn't you call her?"
Parvati said.
I was taken aback.
I told her my phone is switched off.
“She is at my sister's house and told me she would go to office directly, in the morning. So the key must be with her. Is it urgent?"
"No, nothing so urgent," I said. “Don't call her. No mess."
“Sit down Krish. Something is not right. Don't mind me asking again, but are you alright?”
I was struggling to face her. I didn't know why.
“It doesn't matter Parvati. I'm fine, I think I'm fine. "
"Your voice…" repeated Parvati. ”When I hear your voice I know something is wrong. Tell me, Krish. Is it about the office? If it's important I'll call Nidhi. Nothing more important..."
"Please sit, Parvati."
I said sitting on the small sofa in the hall.
“Nothing happened to the company. It has nothing to do with that company. Today was not a good day for me. I am tired, Parvati.”
"I can see that. Did you have dinner?"
She asked as she sat down in the chair next to me.
I had totally forgotten about dinner.
I shook my head no.
“I… I don't want dinner. I don't feel hungry. "
“Didn't you have dinner? Wait, I'll get something on the dinner table.”
Parvati got up and started walking towards the kitchen.
"Oh, Parvati... nothing. I just came here to get the office key.”
"But why do you need it now?"
“Nothing, Parvati. I just need a place to rest.”
“I don't understand what you are saying. Okay, leave it but why are you refusing to even have dinner?”
“I told you, Parvati. I am not hungry. I'm skipping dinner.”
“Okay. Don't have dinner if you don't want.”
Parvati said and hurried to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of milk.
“Don't say no to this.”
She handed me the milk. I hesitated when I took it. But as I started to drink it, I felt my throat was just waiting for it. I finished it in one go and kept the empty glass down.
Parvati smiled.
“Thank you, Krish.”
She immediately took the glass to the kitchen and came back.
“Do you must rest in the office?” She asked and went on before I could reply. “I mean if you want to stay here then it is okay; you can leave in the morning.”
“Parvati…” I didn't know what to say.
“You look tired. You should rest now.”
Parvati said again.
I took a long breath and wiped my face.
Parvati shook her head understandingly.
“You can sleep in my mother-in-law’s room. I will get it ready in a few minutes. Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything? There’s enough food left in my kitchen to feed you.”
“I would have asked if I was hungry, Parvati. Thank you.” I said.
Parvati shook her head and went to her mother-in-law's room. However, she returned immediately. She said the room will take a while to get ready.
“You don’t have to wait until then. You can sleep in my room instead. I will sleep in my mother-in-law’s room.” She suggested.
I hesitated.
“Parvati, I am not sure if I should sleep here. I think it won't be appropriate...”
“Come on, Krish. Don't be formal. I don't like you to be formal with me. I know we are much closer than that.” She held out her hand, “come.”
I thought she was forwarding her hand to me. I looked into her eyes and grabbed her hand. I saw her looking surprised and then only I realised my mistake.
I quickly pulled my hand back. “Sorry.”
Parvati smiled.
“It’s okay.” She said and grabbed my hand. “Why are you behaving so nervously?”
Her hand was cold. I could feel the slight wetness because she was washing the glass in the kitchen a few moments ago.
Holding my hand, Parvati walked me to her bedroom.
 
I was a medium-size room and at its centre was her bed. It was a regular-sized bed on a standard wooden cot. I noticed a dry towel on one end of the mattress. Parvati grabbed it and a small piece of cloth fell on the floor. It was her bra.
Parvati had a shy smile on her face.
“Sorry.”
She blurted.
I just nodded to play it down. But at the same time, I noticed that she was not wearing any bra under her blouse.
“What are you thinking, Krish?”
Parvati had noticed that I was staring at the whole room.
“Nothing,” I said.
“You can take this room,” Parvati said. “I hope you can have a good night's sleep here. I will keep the water jug on the table.”
“Nothing can give me a good night's sleep tonight, Parvati.”
I said. My voice was shaking again.
“Krish,” Parvati looked into my eyes. “I have no idea what is hurting you but if my staying in this room would help you in any way, if you don’t want to spend the night alone, then I will stay.”
“My problems...” I took a deep breath. “My problems are many, Parvati. You can't fix it. I am lonelier than you can imagine.”
“What happened to Meera?”
She asked.
“She's leaving me. I'm alone.”
“What?” Parvati took a step forward, closer to me. “Krish....”
I looked down at the floor. “She chose someone else,” I said.
“What do you mean by she chose? She is married to you... How can she just choose someone over you?”
I looked up but struggled to face Parvati’s eyes.
“I said chose means she chose Desai, our friend, over me. She’s having an affair with him.”
“Did she tell you she’s leaving you for him?”
“No.”
“Then you could be wrong. They must be having just friendship.”
I stared at Parvati for a second.
“They have a sexual relationship, Parvati. She is... she enjoys it more with him than me.”
Parvati was stunned.
“But…how do you know?”
“I have seen it.”
She pressed her palm to her mouth.
“I am sorry, Krish. It's a lot... But how!”
I looked down dejectedly. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.
 
It was just the beginning. I had to explain to a lot of people what my wife had done to me and I would struggle to do it. Because I first had to explain it to myself.
I had to convince myself of a lot of lies before selling them to the world. The pain of meeting Meera's family and my family after this would be like hell.
But as I looked at Parvati again, I thought she was the one whom I could try telling the truth.
“Parvati...” I spoke after a minute of break. “It wasn't that she started cheating on me just like that. We were friends with Desai... Friends in a way that's more than a couple can afford. You will find it tough to believe and understand”
“Has she fallen in love with him? Meera…” Parvati asked out of the blue.
“Uh... She... No.” I said. “I don't think she loves him as much as she loved me. She is just...”
“She was lovely indeed.”
"I made a mistake, Parvati. I trusted my friend Desai."
"Have you left your house?"
“I haven't decided, Parvati. My mind is in turmoil. I was not looking for a place to sleep, Parvati. I have another house. The house that we were staying in is owned by me and the other one is owned by Meera. She is going to move out, it’s easy for her. And after that Desai will take over, I’m damn sure about that. I will no longer be welcome in her life.”
Parvati said nothing. Silence prevailed for a few minutes.
 
After a while, I asked for mobile charger and put my phone on charging. As soon as it started charging, I switched on the phone.
The very next moment it started ringing. It was Meera.
“Krish, where are you? Why your phone was switched off? Come back, for god’s sake, please. Krish…”
Meera spoke nonstop. I could sense the panic in her voice.
“My phone was out of charge, Meera.” I said. “I’m at a friend’s house. I’m alright.”
“Which friend? Please come back. Or tell me the place, I’ll come there.”
“I told you I’m alright. I’ll come back in the morning. You should better sleep.”
“Krish…” her voice was softer this time. “I’m sorry. Sorry for calling you mental patient. I know I hurt you, but…”
“It’s okay.” I said. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”
“No. Please come back. Please. I love you.”
Her voice suddenly felt like a breeze in my ears.
Did I hear the right words? I wondered.
“Meera…”
“Come back as early as possible, Krish. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Meera said.
As the phone call ended, I felt it like a miracle.
She’s not leaving. She’s waiting for me. She said she loved me.
Was I overreacting?
I wondered.
 
“What did she say?” Parvati asked.
“She wants me to go back to her. She’s not leaving.”
“Isn’t it good news?”
“Yes. It is good news.”
I smiled at her.
“If you don’t mind, can we sleep in this bed, together? I just don’t want to sleep alone.”
I said.
Parvati gave me an amused smile and then said, “Yeah, sure.”
 
As Parvati lay next to me, I pulled a blanket to cover us together. I did not switch off the light as I lay awake next to her for a long.
 
In the morning I woke up with a sense of calm. I turned to Parvati. She was sleeping peacefully under the same blanket.
I put my arm around her. She woke up and spent a moment to realise where she was.
She smiled.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Are you leaving?”
She asked as she sat up on the bed.
I nodded. “I need to go back to Meera. Hopefully, everything is alright this morning.”
“Stay for the breakfast, okay?” She smiled and got off the bed slowly.
 
I checked the time it was a quarter past six. I got up and went to the washroom. When I came back Parvati was arranging the bed. My phone had a message from Meera.
‘Come soon’
I smiled at it and replied ‘I’m coming’.
Parvati had done arranging the bed. “I’ll make coffee, Krish,” she said while opening the bedroom door. I followed her to the hall.
And we were shocked to see Nidhi sitting there.
She was sitting on a sofa and staring at us.
 
"Nidhi, when did you come?"
Parvati asked. Her voice was affected by the shock.
"What is happening here? Why is he here, mom?"
Nidhi asked her and then looked at me.
"So this was the reason behind your kindness to my family, Krish sir? How long has this been going on?”
Her eyes had the power to burn me. I took a few steps forward before I spoke.
"I'm sorry you had to face this. But please understand that your mom hasn't done anything wrong. Don't make her apologise to you for anything."
"You're defending my mother? How do you defend yourself?"
Nidhi scoffed.
"Nidhi, there’s nothing that you should be ashamed of what we did. I was living the worst time of my life. I had come to get the office key from you."
"Office key? In the night?" She didn’t look convinced.
"Nidhi... Don't question him now. I'll talk to you later."
Parvati interrupted.
"Mom."
Nidhi chided her with a solid stare.
"Nidhi, let me assure you nothing is going on between us…"
I began to say and Nidhi turned to me again.
"What happened to you? You just started walking again. What has made your life so worse in such a short period?"
"It’s family issues, daughter."
Parvati said.
"What family issues?” Nidhi stared at me. “Did your wife leave you for someone else?"
She was sarcastic. But I nodded my head.
"She was about to."
Nidhi stared at me for a moment and suddenly started smiling disdainfully.
"Your wife was going to leave you and you moved on so easily? What kinda husband are you?"
"It's a bit complicated, Nidhi. I can't tell you."
"Mom," Nidhi turned to Parvati.
Parvati dismissed her and turned to me.
"You should leave, Krish. Speaking to her will only make you feel worse. I'll talk to her.” She said and looked at Nidhi. ”Leave him alone, my kid. He came here because he needed peace. You don't know what he is going through."
Nidhi gave her a disappointed look.
 
Silence prevailed in the house after that.
Parvati gave me a new toothbrush to use. By the time I returned from the bathroom, she had made poha for the breakfast. It was delicious, with some namkeen and lemon juice sprinkled over it as garnish. Despite Nidhi’s intervention, I was feeling a sense of calmness from within, simply because of Meera's phone call. Nothing else mattered to me at the moment.
Nidhi was in the kitchen, busy talking with her mom in a low voice. I felt she was questioning Parvati. I sat at the dining hall and had the breakfast silently. I felt bad for Parvati, for having to defend herself in front of her daughter.
Before I left, I requested Nidhi not to blame her mom for anything.
"She's one of the best persons I have ever met. Last night… It would have been different if you were here when I showed up here. Please believe your mom, Nidhi."
I said and felt that Nidhi nodded. That was enough for me. I walked out.
 
I headed straight to my home. Twenty minutes later, I got a phone call from Nidhi.
“Krish sir, I want to talk to you. Please come back.”
I could not sense anger in her voice. I felt she would have felt sorry and was going to apologise. I told her I would meet her at the office the next day.
“No, it’s urgent. Please. If you tell me where you have reached, I’ll ride up to there. But please don’t go home before hearing what I have to tell you.”
I was forced to stop.
“Okay, I will wait here.” I told her the place.
 
Nidhi arrived in twenty minutes. And she parked her scooty along the road side and then got into the front seat of my car.
“Mom told me your wife is having an affair with Susheel Desai.” She said straightway and looked at me as if to confirm.
For once, I felt I made a blunder by revealing it to Parvati. I should have told her to keep the secret.
“I forgot to tell Parvati not to tell this to anyone. I was…”
“I’m not here to judge you, Krish sir. I came to tell you about…him.”
 I stared at her.
“Him?”
“Desai sir.”
“What about him?”
Nidhi looked down and cleared her throat. She turned to look at me before starting, and then stopped, as if she was struggling to find how to start.
“Tell me, Nidhi? What about Desai?”
“It’s about him and also about me. I got to tell you in details…so that you can understand it well. It is something that… I mean… I don’t know how to start.”
“It’s not about something good, I guess.”
“No, it’s not about good things.” Nidhi nodded.
“Nidhi, you know what I have shared with your mom, and you know how bad is how my life is taking me. So… just don’t… I mean, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m the perfect person to share the bad news. There is nothing that can be worse than what I’m living at the moment.”
“I understand. But I decided to meet you and tell about it because I felt it would help you in some way.”
“That’s good. Tell me, then.”
“I have slept with Desai sir.”
She said quickly and looked straight into my eyes, as if to see the reaction. I was stunned.
“What?”
Nidhi wiped her forehead and shook her head.
“Yes. That’s what I…”
“Tell me what happened. I want to know everything about it. How did he…”
“Do you remember when I and Sundeep got intimate in your car? You knew that we actually made love in there, didn’t you?  And after you had the accident and you were bedridden, Desai sir took over your place in the office. He was very good, looking after the business. But one day, that would be a month ago; he called me into his office and showed me a video clip. It was a CCTV footage from the parking lot, where I was making out with Sundeep. I don’t know how he dug that up, but he had the video clip. We were inside the car but the video had my face visible and recognisable. That was the beginning.”
I felt a strange feeling taking over my body. My body was shivering from the inside. I was already guessing the worst possible continuations of what Nidhi had started to share. Nidhi was indeed unravelling the face of a monster that I had befriended in my life.
Nidhi went on.
“Desai sir asked me what would be my mom’s reaction if that video went viral. I had no way but to fall at his feet and plead for his mercy.
At first, Desai sir tried to link me up with you, sir. He said you must have seen it already. The car belonged to you so Desai sir alleged that I must have done it purposefully to let you watch. He alleged that I was having an affair with you and even sleeping with you. I cried. Desai sir said a lot of things. He threatened me that he would tell my boyfriend that I was sleeping with you. Or even better, he said, would be him telling your wife about the truth. But I could only swear to him that there was no such thing, and you and I had nothing other than friendship.
 
For me and my mom, Krish sir, you are a person we always counted on. When Desai sir threatened to put a blemish on your name, I begged him. I begged him not to destroy your life; I told him that you have only done good things to me. I fell at his feet and cried and begged for his mercy to stop destroying our lives.
But he was not going to believe me. He still thought I was hiding something from him. He kept asking me, “how is that you care so much about him, and you know, that itself is showing the strength of the affection you have for him. Are you in love with him?” I said the video has someone else making out with me, and that’s my boyfriend. Why would I have an affair with Krish sir? But he said the video was old one. Where is that guy, your boyfriend? For my bad luck I and Sundeep had hit a rough patch by then, and I confessed to Desai sir that we had a break up. Desai sir laughed, said now you are coming up with bits of truth.
He was not going to stop asking, and torturing. I ended up on my knees and told him that he could do anything he wished. He gave me a strange look at me and asked me if I was offering him favours. I don’t know what went to my head, I was sick of the mental torture. I said yes. He kept staring at me and then parted his legs and then gestured towards his crotch. “Okay, then. I’ll take it.” He said.
For once, I hesitated but then I felt he would at least understand that I and you were not having a love affair. And I also felt threatened by the fact that he was holding that video. It was my requirement to keep him friendly. I moved forward and touched. That day, I gave him head. Almost until my knees started aching. But the experience was… I’d blame myself here. Because it was unlike what I was expecting… I mean the dread was over the moment I pushed myself to touch him and put it into my mouth. Once I crossed the line… you know, I…”
Nidhi was suddenly at loss for words. I felt she was just shy to accept it.
“I can understand, Nidhi. I have seen him. I mean, in bed with my wife.”
I said.
Nidhi threw her eyes at me and slowly nodded, and swallowed. She felt relieved to hear that I understood her.
“Yeah. And it was just a beginning. The next day was a repeat except that there was no begging from my side. He called me to the office in the afternoon and asked me to lock the door from the inside. I would already know and I would show no hesitation to kneel in front of him. On the third day, when he called me to his office at around three o’clock, I thought it would be the same story but he said whatever he did it just for fun. He said he had no plan to cause harm to my life. It was hard to believe. You know how I would have felt. In your mind, you have all the bad shit… And then suddenly he asked if I like him. I could not reply. A week later, he again asked me. By the time I don’t know what happened to me. Every time he calls me, a part of me is expecting him to be that old version. But he’s not. I thought I was scared of him. But no. In my head, I am kneeling in front of him. He’s an impressive person of opposite sex. And when he asked for the second time if I liked him, I said yes. It was my mistake. He got up and grabbed me, and kissed me straightaway. My body was like on fire, instantly. I can’t tell you how it was. Before I knew I was lying on top of his desk, with my face down. But I got scared, like at the right moment. I was truly scared, especially when he tried to take my clothes off. I pleaded, “not here please.” That was my version of saying no! It means a ‘yes’, right?
And do you know what he did? He pulled me up and took me to the washroom. There I didn’t say anything to stop. I let him make me nude, I mean full nude… He carefully hung my shirt and pants on the wall. And other clothes too. He sat me on the commode and made me… I lost it there. But when he finally initiated to have sex, I cried. I mean I literally cried, he was that big. Not like what I had experienced in my life, from my boyfriend. I screamed. No matter how much I tried to contain it, my scream was so loud that it scared the shit out me. And him too. The bathroom’s ventilator is open type, right? And he kept saying I can’t scream like that, it would be audible from outside. Eventually we had to stop. We didn’t complete the sex. We laughed together once we got back into the office, with our clothes on. I told him I’m a little girl. But I was in awe for him, secretly.
A few days later, may be more than a week after that, I came to meet you at your house. Do you remember? I met you that day. I actually wanted to meet you on Sunday. I phoned you to know if it was the right time to visit, but you said Meera had gone to the temple and asked me to visit on next day. I told you Monday I have work. You asked me to inform Desai sir that I was going to meet you.
So I phoned Desai sir on Monday morning and told him that I would be late in the morning as I would be visiting you. Desai sir said okay.
But then, when I reached there, I ran into Desai sir in the parking lot of your residential complex. He looked like he was preparing to leave.
 
But he wasn’t leaving. He said he was waiting for me. He said he would take me to you. I followed him to this house. And instead of taking me to your room, he took me to another room. I was confused and frightened. I asked him if he lived there. He replied that he was leaving. He looked frustrated. He said it was his bedroom but I noticed the dressing mirror and the makeup articles on it. I realised that it was Meera mam’s room. And he said that room was absolutely soundproof.”
 
I could foretell what Nidhi had come to reveal.
I remembered the Sunday when Nidhi had phoned me. I asked her to come on next day. That night was incidentally when Meera had let Desai kiss her in front of me. In the morning, Desai was frustrated enough to decide that he was leaving Pune.
Nidhi just walked into that frustration.
 
“Desai sir told me he had never thought he would be doing it, but then said he was having a very bad day and so he was going to do it.
I was frightened, mostly because it was happening at your house, but when he gestured for me to kneel I didn’t make any scene. I knelt in front of him and he pulled down his pants. I was again, at it. This time he had assured me that the room was hundred per cent soundproof. He did some foreplay, making me get some oral pleasure. One step at a time, I knew where this was heading to. A part of me wanted this to happen, to be honest. I looked worried be he said I was going to enjoy it. And when I became ready, he asked me to hold his thing and guide it into me. I did exactly that. And to be honest, it felt good. I mean a lot good, new experience. I again made a lot of noise; crying and screaming – what else. The assurance that the room was a soundproof one let me lose grip on my mind completely. At the end of it, I had an orgasm, an intense one. It was an eye-opening moment for me, or like a soul-awakening experience. I was taken to a world I never knew existed and for a moment I wanted to remain there. I was ashamed of how I was screaming with pleasure but I was also happy that Desai sir too had enjoyed it. After the sex, he said I must walk with him to the parking before coming back to meet you. But he warned me about messing it up by getting emotional in front of you. I promised him that I wouldn’t tell you.
So I went with him to the parking and waited for him to leave and then I returned to your house as if nothing happened. I didn’t speak a word about it, to anyone, until now.
When I reached my office that day, Desai sir reminded me to take a pill.
 
The following day I went to the office with a broken mind. A part of my mind was still warm due to the experience, and the other part of my mind was scared like hell that it would repeat to the point to destroying my life. I knew I don’t have the power to stop him. But luckily, he was not what I thought. He called me to his office at noon and told me he was going through a rough patch in his life. He apologised for using me to vent out his frustration. At that moment I honestly felt for him. I felt he was a great man. I had no idea what he was doing in your life. For me he was a person who could control me, but he chose to let me free. I was grateful to him.
A few days passed and then he called me one day. In the morning. He asked me if I could come to your place. I did not ask him what it was about. But as I approached the building, I was like, my feet was not touching the ground. I was breathing hard. I knew what was going to happen, and I was kinda thrilled. And you know, that day he was a monster in the bed. He opened the door and asked me to be silent as he walked me to that same old room. As soon as I came in, he closed that door and told me, "you can be noisy now, as loud as you can."
And he went on to make me cry louder than the previous time, louder than I have ever imagined that I would, while being in a man’s hands. My cries soon became pleasure sounds. I lost all inhibitions as he used my body in the ways I thought I wanted to. He kept asking me if I had ever got so much pleasure from my boyfriend. I said no. It was the truth. He asked me if I loved to have sex with him. I said yes. He asked me if I was still not seeing my boyfriend. I was not seeing him. Sundeep had come to patch up but after what happened with Desai sir, I was not going to commit myself again with Sundeep. When I said this to Desai sir, he said I should go back to my boyfriend. "When you go back to your boyfriend and when you have sex with him, I want you to think of this moment. I want you to think of me. I want you to cherish these lovely moments. This moment of my cock – I’m quoting him - filling the whole of your pussy, and filling it with loads and loads of my cum.” He was so explicit; I hope you’d forgive me, Krish sir. But I want you to believe me, that’s why I’m giving you such explicit details. He treated me like I was his lover. I had surrendered my body and mind to the waves of pleasure he was giving me. He talked about seeing my disappointed face when Sundeep finished it off while having sex with me in the car, and said a girl like me deserved to know what real sex means. And he took me on again, harder than I could resist, and came inside me. I didn't feel an iota of nervousness regarding them being my unsafe period. I was ready to welcome him in any manner he wanted. When he finished, I didn't want to leave the bed, pretending to be physically exhausted. But inside me, I just wanted to stay in those moments. I had forgotten my love, my ex-boyfriend, and everything. Desai sir was a conqueror.”
 
Even though the things Nidhi was telling me were revealing Desai's true face, the way she was suddenly praising Desai's sexual prowess was making me jealous.
Desai was the monster who could turn into a god of sex and make his victims sing praises of him. No wonder why Meera had lost her power to say no to him.
Nidhi spent a moment gathering her memories before she resumed.
“Desai sir asked me when the last time I had sex with Sundeep was.  "The last time was when you saw us in the car," I said. Desai sir said it was bad.
"That's bad. I want you to go back to him tomorrow. Make love to him, and feel the difference. I am sure you'll miss me, but you will love him more."
I promised him that I would do that.”
Nidhi took a small break before beginning again.
“If he had asked me to go with him to a hotel suite, I would have gone. That’s the level of domination he has on me. I don’t know how it is, but thinking of the moments he has given me makes me warm. I have had sleepless nights about him. And those nights finished with wet dreams.”
“Do you think he’s going to come to you again?” I asked.
“No. After those incidents he was absolutely normal. We meet only in the office hours, and he was completely professional. It was just me, just doing all the dreaming and all. And I hate me for that. I wanted to hate him but I end up hating myself. When my mom told me what he has done to you and your wife, I finally think I have a reason to hate him. I don’t know if I can, but I will try to get him off my mind. Last week he told me he won’t return to our office. I was relieved to hear that but I want you to be very careful. Please take care of your family.”
I nodded.
“Thanks for sharing all this, Nidhi. I had no idea about all this. I should tell Meera.”
“Yes, you should because you need to warn her. But please don’t make it… I mean keep it a secret between you and Meera.”
I grabbed her hand. “Don’t worry about it, Nidhi. I know the seriousness of this. We both are holding secrets of each other now.”
Nidhi smiled. And then asked slowly, “have you seen that CCTV footage of me and Sundeep?”
I was caught off-guard by her straight question. But I did not try to escape. I nodded yes.
“Live?”
“No. I found it later.”
“Why didn’t you delete it?”
“I was fascinated by the idea. A young, hot girl having sex in my car. It was worth watching over and over again. But I didn’t know I was about to fall off my balcony and end up in bed for two months.”
Nidhi stared at me and made a face, and then hit me on the chest with back of her fist. It was soft.
“You are a scoundrel. You know that? A scoundrel.”
Her facial expression told me she had forgiven me.
 
After Nidhi returned, I headed straight my home. I was dying to attack Desai and to reveal his secret face. I mentally envisaged revealing to Meera about what he did to a girl in his office. He had blackmailed her, and secretly dragged her to Meera's house – to our house – and screwed her in Meera's bed!
I was sure Meera would never tolerate him any longer. No matter how great he fucks in bed. I thought.
 
When I reached my house, there was no sign of Desai. He had left. I didn’t care to ask. Meera, having skipped office, was waiting for me, her worry evident in her eyes. She told me how I had left her tensed for an hour after I left. She was worried because my phone was switched off.
”Please don’t do this type of things, for god’s sake.”
I asked Meera to sit with me and hear me. Before I could continue, Meera interrupted, her voice tinged with urgency. “Krish, before you say anything, you need to hear me out first.” She took a deep breath and then dropped a bombshell. “What you heard was right, Krish. The sound of sex from my room—it was Susheel and his assistant from your agency, Nidhi. They had sex in my room.”
 
“What? Who told you this?” I exclaimed, trying to mask my shock with genuine disbelief, even though I already knew the truth from Nidhi.
“Susheel himself!” Meera said.
Her words hit me like a thunderbolt. More than the revelation, it was the fact that Desai had chosen to confess to Meera that left me stunned. I had to pretend to be astonished, hiding the fact that I had already learned about it from Nidhi directly.
"He confessed everything to me, Krish," Meera continued. “After you left last night, he told me everything. He admitted to taking advantage of Nidhi, seducing her into our home and into our bed. He said he regretted it deeply.”
I was looking at her eyes, and I was looking for signs of pain in her eyes, the betrayal she felt from someone she had considered to be in love with him.
I was torn between anger and disbelief, my mind racing to understand why Desai had confessed to Meera. Was he trying to earn her sympathy? To free himself of guilt by making Meera his confessor? I had no choice but to play along, to act as if I was hearing it for the first time. “I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head. “Why would he do that?”
“He confessed that you were telling the truth about the sounds heard from my room. He said there is a girl named Nidhi in your office. When he started managing your office, he found a CCTV clip in your desktop. It had Nidhi making love to someone in your car parked in the basement parking lot of your office. Nidhi's face was clearly visible. So Susheel got genuinely curious why you were keeping that video clip in your desktop. It was evidently edited from the office security system video. So he wanted to know if there was something going between you and Nidhi. He talked to Nidhi to find how she felt about you. But she was not opening up. Susheel said he even doubted if you were using the video to blackmail her, because she way Nidhi was defending your role.”

My blood boiled. The cunning man himself had blackmailed an innocent girl but he had the audacity to tell my wife that he doubted me! I looked away towards the front door in frustration, to see if Desai was going to walk through it. If he was to, then I would have grabbed his collar and dragged him on the floor for sure.
Meera went on, "so one day, Susheel showed Nidhi the video. The girl was shocked and fell to her knees. Desai didn't tell it was you who had found the footage.
 Eventually, Susheel showed Nidhi the video and she was shocked like hell to see her face clearly visible in it. She fell to her knees. He did not tell her that it was you who did it.” Meera paused and threw a direct question to me.
“Why were you keeping that video in your desktop, by the way?”
“I…” I took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t know what she was going to do when she asked for my car keys. She said she had a date. I thought, okay. But later, I found out that my car had never moved because the odometer hadn’t changed. So, I checked the CCTV and found that the girl was exploiting my generosity. I edited the clip and kept it aside so that I could show it to her the next time she asked for my car keys. I only wanted to see her embarrassed, but I think this bastard Desai used it for his own gain.”
I tried my best to picture Desai as the villain, but it was not going to work.
"Susheel had no intention of using it for his own gain, Krish. But those were the days when we were frustrating him here. He had almost given up on rekindling his old spark with me. He admitted that perhaps this altogether woke up the devil inside him. In a moment of aggravation, he asked Nidhi to stay on her knees for a few more minutes, and he willingly received a blowjob from her that day. And then the next day too. By the third time, he was itching for it again and felt there was only one way to end it before it became routine.”
I shook my head, unable to comprehend how Desai could justify his actions. “And he brought her here? To our home?” I asked.
“Yes, eventually. Actually, he thought of taking her to the washroom with her consent, of course, but when he tried to make the final move, she found it painful. She said she couldn't do it without being noisy. Susheel understood because he was aware of his size, and the girl was not very... you know. He thought a bit of foreplay would do the trick, but the office washroom was certainly not the place for that. Nidhi promised him that she would come to any place that he wanted. He received a straight third blowjob from her to cool down his rush of blood.
Then, another day, he was leaving from here when he got a phone call from Nidhi. She wanted Susheel’s permission because she was going to visit you and would be late to the office. The devil inside his head woke up again, and he waited for her in the parking lot. When she arrived, he brought her into our house. Since you were in that room and all the rooms are soundproof, he thought it was safe for both of them. So, he silently brought her to my room, and they had sex. He said Nidhi was indeed very noisy. It helped him relieve his frustration in a big way. He brought her here one more time.
This was his confession. In his defence, he said he believed that whatever happened was due to the hopelessness that we had instilled in him. But looking back, he deeply regretted it. He felt he should have had more control over himself. However, he also believed he had no right to keep it a secret from me because I was accused of sleeping with him behind your back, which was something he had never imagined. He said he should have told us when we were fighting over it, with you making wild accusations. But at that moment, he couldn't reveal the truth because he too was angry when you accused me of cheating on you. He said I am a person you could trust with your life, aren’t I?”
“What did you tell him when he made this confession?” I asked, my voice devoid of the energy I had carried since learning the truth about Desai from Nidhi. From Desai's point of view, whatever happened was just spontaneous, and if there was someone to blame, it was us—both Meera and me.
“I had already guessed that he must have had something to do with your serious accusations. But at that moment, you were behaving so rudely that I felt angry, which I now feel like I shouldn’t have done,” Meera said. She added soon after, “But you know, Krish, it doesn’t take away from the fact that he showed the courage to confess it. He could have easily walked away from it, leaving me forever at the risk of being accused of betraying you. Also, I am someone else’s wife, so what he did with Nidhi shouldn’t be a concern for me.”
I was stunned.
Desai had blackmailed and slept with a girl from his office, and yet my wife had given him a clean slate. But as I thought more about it, I felt okay. It meant that Desai’s actions had not hurt Meera, showing that she had no feelings for him, didn’t it?
 
After my share of thoughts, I took a deep breath and looked at Meera.
“Meera, I’m truly sorry for doubting you. I want you to know that I never completely suspected you. If I had, I would have confronted you right away. But in the heat of the moment, things got out of control. Arguments can really bring out the worst in us, can’t they?”
Meera's expression softened, “I’m sorry too, for calling you a mental patient. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”
I reached out, taking her hand gently.
Meera went on, “I know it’s Susheel who created all this mess. Although I wanted to slap him for what he did and for causing such a huge fight between us, I’m actually thankful he chose to confess and clear the air. It resolved so much.”
 
We sat in silence for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. I felt a sense of peace settling over me, knowing that we had overcome one of the most challenging times in our relationship.
“Where’s Desai now?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.
“He left for Mumbai,” Meera replied, her voice calm. “He said he’d call you when he gets there. He wants to apologize to you personally.”
 
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of closure. Despite everything, it was a relief that Desai had taken responsibility for his actions. It didn’t make what he did right, but it definitely allowed us to move on.
 
As Meera and I sat together, our hands slowly intertwined. I felt a breeze around us. It felt like a storm had passed, and we were going to move forward, focusing on rebuilding our trust for each other.
I looked at Meera, and she smiled at me. I put my arm around her and squeezed her shoulder affectionately.
“Finally, we have each other, like our old times,” I said.
Meera nodded, “mmm.” She leaned her head onto my shoulder, a gesture that equally carried the meaning of the words I spoke.
 
But our fate had other ideas.

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Hi guys. The pace of my writing is not very good. Due to personal commitments, sometimes I'm not able to write even a single word for the entire day. So there's no point of asking for early updates. I'm not criticizing anyone here but making my situation clear so that unnecessary disappointments can be avoided.

I was planning to post ch43 yesterday but my phone was damaged its battery not progressing beyond 2-3%. So I could only post a short message here. Today I will post the chapter, after reading the chapter once :) 

ch.42 & 43 were long in the initial planning but then I edited it out to cut short a lot of lengthy love making/bonding sessions between Krish and Meera. I felt they would be unnecessary and boring. That's how these chapters now look smaller. 

The next chapter, Ch. 44, will take more time to materialize. More patience - maybe three whole weeks - would be appreciated.

Thanks for all for reading and posting their thoughts and opinions here, it's pleasure reading them. I have seen some readers challenge others to try writing something before criticizing a story - not necessarily here, but in other stories as well. Personally, I don't believe that I have to be a perfect batter to criticize Virat Kohli for a bad shot he played. Creation and analysis are different things. In other words, if one form of art is presented for the appreciation of others, it should also be prepared to face criticism. I'm perfectly alright with guys criticizing my story. Whatever in  your mind, you can post here. I see it as the beauty of this forum. In a physical discussion, the one who presents his idea well is noticed and other others might not get a chance to even present their opinion. But in a forum like this, everyone gets equal chance to share what's in his/her mind. All comments are noticed by all readers. The variety of opinions just makes it so fun to read.

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Chapter - 43

Desai had told Meera that he would talk to me later. For the entire day, I waited, wondering what kind of twist he might be planning to bring into my life. His phone call came, eventually, in the evening.

"Krish... I owe you an apology," Desai said straightaway.
I gripped my phone tightly and asked, slowly, "For what?"
I wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for what he did to Nidhi in my home or for stirring up trouble between Meera and me.
“Meera must have told you about Nidhi, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, she told me,” I replied, keeping my voice steady.
“I’m sorry for making you doubt Meera,” Desai continued after a brief pause. “I never intended to become a troublemaker for you. It’s no secret that I love Meera, but I only want her to be happy. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
I said nothing. My mind was stuck on his words momentarily. 'It’s no secret that I love Meera.'
“I’m not a good man, Krish," Desai said, his voice softening. "I haven’t kept the promises I made to her. And I can’t forgive myself if I continue pretending I belong in her life, despite everything. I can fool others, but there’s no point in fooling myself anymore.”
Desai sounded defeated, but strangely, it didn’t make me feel better.
“I’ve moved on from Pune. Finally. I think it’s best we don’t meet like we used to. It’ll be easier for all of us. My only regret is that I shouldn’t have revealed Nidhi’s name. I could’ve told Meera what happened without dragging her into this.”
 
I hadn’t thought about that before. He could have confessed without mentioning Nidhi’s name. Not that it made much difference now – Nidhi had already told me herself.
“That night, you know... it helped me make this decision,” Desai continued. “I wanted to tell Meera about the incident right after it happened, out of frustration, almost like retribution. But I couldn’t bring myself to confess, because you know, I didn’t want to face her wrath, to be honest. These aren’t the things you want your dearest ones know about you. But now things have gone to the extent that without the truth Meera's marriage would be in trouble. That’s never been the intention.  I’m sorry for creating such a big mess.”
“I get it, Desai,” I finally said.
 
After the phone call ended, I went to Meera. I wanted to share Desai’s reasoning with her.
“He was scared to tell you about Nidhi,” I said. “He thought you’d be angry. But you didn’t get angry when he told you, did you?”
I paused, and then added, “he blackmailed her, didn’t he? Just because he was frustrated, that doesn’t give him the right to use a girl from his office.”
Meera shook her head gently, as if she didn’t entirely agree. “I think he blackmailed her to get the truth, Krish. He suspected you were cheating on me with her. I don’t see much fault in that. But, of course, it took a different turn when Nidhi offered him favours. That’s when he lost his footing and his frustration took over.”
Her willingness to defend Desai didn't surprise me. I remembered how Nidhi too had spoken about him with admiration, even though he had exploited her.
Still, I wasn’t enjoying how Meera was taking Desai's side.
Meera went on, “Krish, I’m not in a position to judge him. I’ve fallen for provocations in my past, haven’t I? I have slept with men willingly, when maybe I should’ve said no. After all of that, how can I stand here and judge Susheel? You know, I’m actually relieved that something like this happened. It gives us a clear reason to draw boundaries and keep him away. I’m not angry… I’m just glad it's over.”
She reached for my hand and looked into my eyes. “I want you, Krish. You can call me greedy, I’m okay with that. I just want us.”
I couldn’t help but nod at her. Her words, and the way she was looking at me, relieved, not only calmed me down, but also made me realise she was right.
It wasn’t anger that I needed, it was clarity.
 
 
 
Later, when I went out for a walk, Meera accompanied me. She wore a white round-neck T-shirt that subtly revealed the contours of her bra, yet she looked elegant. As we greeted a few neighbours at the gate of our apartment complex, Meera unintentionally grabbed my palm. It seemed like a simple gesture, but it felt special to me. This was the life I wanted – to be accompanied by my better half on a simple street walk, to be held by her, to be loved. To be loved at home and on the street, everywhere. The intimacy we share with our partner – the flesh, the sweat, the breath – comes only after these simple moments.
 
Desai had the latter, but he failed to achieve the former. He could never take a walk with Meera on the street, holding her hand. That was why he actually failed.
 
That night we made love. It was slow and deliberate, with both of us pausing at the chances to savour the moment of unveiling each other’s bodies. Every time our eyes met, we shared a smile. I controlled my usual urge to devour her lips, opting for gentle, brief kisses instead. Even when I entered her, I moved slowly, despite the urgency in my mind. I asked her if she wanted me to speed up.
“No, this is perfect. I like it,” Meera said.
We remained in our embrace, as I moved in and out of her in an unhurried pace. Neither of us tried to get wild. I didn’t move my lips below her navel, and she refrained from touching my dick with her hand, except for a moment when I slipped out of her during our lovemaking. Later, when I collapsed next to her after having a great climax, she leaned in and kissed me softly. She kissed my lips, forehead, nose, and every other part of my face.
“I love you, Krish,” she whispered.
 
That night, as in the evening, I was reminded of what it truly means to be loved. This kind of love was what mattered most in a man’s life.
 
From the next day, we returned to our respective offices. For Meera, it was just another day at work. But for me, it felt like a fresh start.
 
As I walked into the office, I was greeted with warm smiles and heartfelt welcomes from my staff. They had missed me during my eight-week absence following the accident, and their genuine happiness to see me back was apparent. A cake with "Welcome Back, Krish" written on it was brought out, and we cut it together. It was a touching experience, knowing how much my presence had been missed.
 
Though Nidhi was at the forefront during the cake-cutting celebration, she seemed shy when she came to greet me. She avoided direct eye contact; her cheeks appeared turning red just because of facing me. But despite her shyness, I could see the relief and happiness in her eyes. She seemed genuinely glad to have me back, and I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her discomfort.
 
Later, Nidhi found a moment to speak with me privately. In a voice barely above a whisper, she asked me how things were at home. I told her Meera and I were doing fine. There was a brief pause before Nidhi hesitated and asked, “And… what about Desai, sir? Is he still…”
"He left for Mumbai," I said quickly. "He's not coming back."
Nidhi's eyes widened slightly. "Really?"
"Yes," I continued, "And you know, he confessed everything—what he did with you—to Meera before leaving. It's over now."
Nidhi was surprised to hear that.
“But why did he confess to her?”
“There was some confusion between us…” I cleared my throat. “…because I had heard some noise from Meera's room, you know, when you and he were there. I thought it was Meera and Desai. When I shared my doubt, Meera didn’t feel good, and Desai also felt bad because he knew the truth. So he confessed and cleared the air between Meera and me.”
“But you said you have seen them in bed…”
I couldn’t believe I was now talking about my intimate secrets with my staff. But there was no other way.
“The more I talk about it, the more complicated it would sound,” I said. “I have seen them in bed, yes, but I had let it happen. It was for fun, I don’t know if you understand but such things exist in our life. It was a thing in the past, Nidhi. Like a couple of times… it’s not like a regular thing. We did it for fun… that’s it.”
Nidhi was unable to take her eyes off me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get into your private matters… I just…” She hesitated.
“It’s okay, Nidhi. You have the right to get into my private matters. Because you shared first. You know, when I went home yesterday, I wanted to confront Desai. But he had already confessed to Meera, so it was not needed.”
“So you are on good terms with him again?”
 
Nidhi’s question was something I had been avoiding for the last twenty-four hours. Am I still on good terms with him again?
 
I had fears that he was trying to steal my wife, but he was not.
I thought he had seduced her to cheat on me, but he had not.
I doubted that he was trying to separate my wife from me, but instead, he played an active role in reuniting us.
I believed he was a person with a hidden, dark side when Nidhi told me about Desai. However, Desai proved otherwise by confessing to Meera, even though he knew she would hate him.
He had told me he would leave us alone the moment I wanted him out of my life, and he did just that.
Given all this, there was no reason for me to hate him. There was no reason for me not to be on good terms with him.
 
“He’s a special person. He knows how to make things happen. And he knows how not to let things become broken. Are you not on good terms with him, Nidhi?” I replied to Nidhi, looking straight into her eyes.
Nidhi looked into my eyes thoughtfully. “Yes, you are right about him. That’s why I am not able to accuse him of anything. There are no bad memories.”
 
There were no bad memories, but there were memories.
Desai had stayed with us long enough to make it difficult for Meera and me to erase him from our lives. I often saw Meera carrying three plates to the dining table at dinner. Even when we were home, at the back of my mind, I always felt Desai was still in his room. When I pressed the favourite button on the TV remote, it always brought up Desai’s favourite channels first. The wall-hanging paintings he gifted us still adorned the walls. During our evening walks, our neighbours frequently inquired about our missing friend.
 
His favourite mug with his initials remained in the kitchen cabinet, and sometimes I found myself reaching for it out of habit. On the small bookshelf in the living room were a couple of books he had given Meera. Occasionally, Meera would hum the tunes of songs Desai loved to play in the evenings. The little bonsai plant Meera had placed in his room – which he had joked about needing absolutely no care – still thrived there, needing no attention. Even the sofa set he regularly sat on continued to remind me of his time with us.
Everywhere we looked, there were traces of Desai. He had woven himself into the fabric of our daily lives, and unravelling his influence would take time.
 
These memories, combined with my sudden return to professional life, ensured that our restart was slow. Our night-time union remained tender and unhurried, though we made love every night. A week later, it came to a natural pause when her monthly cycle arrived, and it took us more than a week to rekindle our intimacy.
 
Yet, neither of us talked about Desai in our bedroom. I believed that, in time, things would regain their natural rhythm, and I hoped that we would soon share perfect moments of passion once more.
 
The following week, a serious issue arose at my office. One of my security guards at a high-end apartment complex was caught helping an outside gang smuggle valuable items out of the apartments under the guise of routine security checks and repair works. The client was furious and threatened to terminate the contract and sue Vicky Security Services for negligence.
 
It was an unprecedented crisis for me. In desperation, I ended up dialling Desai.
"I suggest you hire a private firm to conduct a thorough investigation. Find out how it happened and why it happened. Based on this, implement new protocols to convince both you and your client that nothing of this sort will happen again," Desai advised.
 
I did exactly what he said. After the investigation, I sought ideas from other agencies and implemented policies to put all our security guards under strict scrutiny, both on and off duty. I also personally met with the client to salvage my company’s reputation.
The crisis demanded my immediate and undivided attention, keeping me on my toes for many weeks. There was little time or energy left for my personal life.
 
The passionate life I had dreamed of with Meera was not unfolding as I had hoped. Our intimate moments became more sporadic, and when they did occur, they felt more like a routine than the spontaneous and loving encounters we once had. The emotional and physical exhaustion from work bled into our personal lives, turning our nights into a predictable sequence of hurried sex. Within a month, our sex life had devolved into a monotonous routine, devoid of the excitement and tenderness that I wanted to define our relationship. But there was still hope that things would be better soon, and I held on to that belief.
 
When the trouble at my office was finally settled, Desai asked me to share the policies I had implemented. He appreciated them and expressed interest in using them for his own agency, which was almost ready to inaugurate in Mumbai. I was more than happy to oblige.
 
One afternoon, when Nidhi left early, I asked if she was going on a date. She smiled and said, "Probably." After she left, I checked my computer for her old video, which I had forgotten about. But it was gone. Desai had apparently deleted it. Initially, I was disappointed, but then I felt good about it. It meant that what Desai had told Meera during his confession—that what he did with Nidhi was an act of frustration—was true. He had no plan to continue blackmailing her.
 
The next day, when Nidhi returned, I asked her about the date. She said it went well.
“I hope it was not just well, but a hot affair,” I commented daringly.
Nidhi blushed. “Probably, yes.”
 
Her expression told me everything. Her date was indeed a hot affair, filled with wonderful, orgasmic sex. I was jealous. Not because my staff was having sex, but because her experience was triggered by Desai. I felt she would be thanking him in her mind.
 
The following Sunday, Desai's Security Agency in Mumbai was inaugurated. When Desai invited us for its celebration, I asked Meera if we should skip it. She initially suggested that I go alone, but then, almost as an afterthought, she agreed that we should attend together.
“Let’s not make a scene,” she said. “I don’t want him coming back to us and saying we deserve a treat.”
I smiled in agreement.
 
The event concluded with a cocktail party. Meera wore a beautiful magenta dress that exposed a nice view of her cleavage and accentuated her beauty, while I opted for a suit. We both looked good, and I felt confident being there. However, as soon as Desai arrived, I was eager to see how he would react to her. There was a spark between them that I knew would never fade. Desai looked dashing in a grey suit, his long brown hair giving him the appearance of a celebrity straight out of a stylish action movie. Even I was in awe, wondering how he had reinvented himself to meet the demands of success. Here in Mumbai, dealing with high-profile clients, he exuded an aura of someone who could attract them all.
 
As Desai greeted us, I noticed how effortlessly he commanded the room. He approached us with a warm smile, his confidence radiating. "Krish, Meera, I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. Meera blushed slightly as he hugged her lightly, his hand barely brushing her back. He then hugged me with genuine warmth, "How are you, bro? I am so happy to see you. Welcome, Krish."
 
Throughout the party, Meera and I enjoyed our share of attention from the crowd. Yet, I couldn't help but notice that Desai’s interactions with Meera were now purely professional. He had mastered the art of being charming without crossing any boundaries, a perfect gentleman. There was no lingering touch, no secretive glances. He was sticking to his words. He had left our lives.
 
Meeting him for the first time after his departure confirmed that Desai was no longer part of our secret life. The cocktail party was a success, and we mingled with his elite friends and acquaintances from Mumbai. But beneath the surface, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
 
At the party we also ran into our old friend Piyush. Meera was embarrassed to face him, aware that he knew about her past affair with Desai. But Piyush greeted us warmly, and spoke in his usual jovial mood, quickly easing the tension. When he made a few jokes about Desai, teasing about how he claimed he would leave all of his business in Maharashtra to settle down at his hometown in Karnataka, only to start a new venture in Mumbai.
"Desai never misses an opportunity to make money," Piyush quipped, making Meera and me laugh with the flow. "But we all like him; he's our friend, right?" Piyush added, wrapping up the conversation on a positive note. Later I wondered if his remark was aimed at our ‘special friendship’ with Desai. I even wondered if Piyush thought that my wife was still sleeping with Desai.
 
After the party ended, we returned to the hotel room that Desai had arranged for us. I didn’t know how, but I was horny by the time we reached there. Strangely, I was not enthusiastic about having sex with Meera. Exhausted from standing for nearly three hours, Meera went straight to sleep. I decided to take a shower, and as I stood naked under the warm water, I felt the itch to grab my member. It was erect.
I couldn't help but remember the moment when Meera and Desai met that evening. I wondered how she had felt. The last time she met him, she had the opportunity to have sex with him many times. I counted the times Desai had had sex with Meera in those three days. Friday night, immediately after she had sex with me. That night he had given her a fabulous, nonstop screaming session. Then Saturday morning in the kitchen, when I had gone out for a drive. A quick one, but still wildly entertaining, for sure. Countless times of filling her with his sperm.
I closed my eyes and jerked myself off, my vision filled with imaginations of how he had done it.
 
That night in Mumbai was just the beginning. After returning to Pune, I found more pleasure in masturbating. It was convenient, needing less energy. The sex between Meera and me became less frequent.
 
A few days later, Desai phoned to thank me for providing the policy input to build a robust security system for his agency. I thanked him back, acknowledging it was his idea in the first place. We spoke for half an hour, discussing our respective lives over the past month and a half. This call marked the beginning of our renewed professional discussions. Over the next three months, Desai and I kept in touch, sharing ideas and updates.
 
Desai often mentioned how tough it was to move on from us. He confessed that losing our friendship had created a void in his life.
"You two had become a family for me," Desai even admitted emotionally once. He then made a heartfelt request. "Include me sometimes, for lunch or something. I promise I won't create awkward situations or make things difficult for you."
 
When the anniversary of Vickey Security Services approached, I was planning the celebration and asked Meera if we should invite Desai. Meera made a face, clearly indicating her disapproval.
We celebrated the anniversary at the office by conducting lectures at a few colleges. We also hosted a party for major clients and security officer officers in the city. However, we did not invite Desai.
 
After setting up his business in Mumbai, Desai decided to take a vacation in Kashmir. When I learned about his trip, I suggested to Meera that we also take a break and travel somewhere. But she had a busy schedule ahead and couldn’t take time off. A month later, Meera finally made herself available, and we went for a small trip to West Bengal.
 
Our days in West Bengal were uneventful yet serene, bringing a sense of normalcy back to our lives. We went to Darjeeling to explore the beautiful tea gardens and then went to Kalimpong to enjoy the charm of its streets. We ended our trip at a resort at Sundarbans. In the night at the resort, after a brief lovemaking session, I asked Meera about her thoughts on parenthood.
“I would say yes soon, but not at the moment,” she replied. “It would be difficult to manage both motherhood and work. One of us would have to take a long break, wouldn't we?”
I understood the dilemma. Neither of us wanted to leave our jobs, so the discussion about having kids went nowhere. A month later, I brought up the topic again, and Meera asked me if I could appoint a manager to run my company smoothly while I could babysit the child when she returned to work after the delivery.
 
I didn’t like the idea. “You should take a break from your job,” I suggested. “You’ll have maternity leave for sure, so you could continue the break for a couple of years. You can go back to work after that.”
 
This conflict never settled between us, and we couldn’t convince each other to make a decision. This issue unknowingly became a matter of disagreement, creating a gap between us. The passionate life I had dreamed of with Meera was slipping away, and our intimate moments became routine and less frequent. I was adamant that I was not going back to my old fantasies to lighten up our nights. But the emotional and physical exhaustion from work continued to bleed into our personal lives, and our nights turned into a predictable sequence of hurried sex. Within a month, our sex life had turned into a monotonous routine, without the excitement and tenderness that I wanted to define our relationship.
 
One day, I had a surprising encounter when I went to meet a potential client who had invited me to discuss a security contract for their new building. To my astonishment, the man turned out to be Maithrei's husband. The apartment complex was owned by them. Maithrei and I were both taken aback by the unexpected meeting.
 
"I'll take it from here, Anand," she told her husband, and after sending him away, she turned to me with a mischievous smile. Maithrei was dressed in a churidar without a shawl, which accentuated her figure and subtly exposed the size of her breasts. She seemed slimmer than I remembered.
"Nice seeing you here, Krish," she said, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"You look great, Maithrei," I complimented, genuinely impressed. "Have you been working out?"
She laughed, "thank you, but it's actually work pressure that's helped me lose weight, not exercise."
"The world must be ending if a psychiatrist is struggling to handle work pressure." I remarked.
She laughed again, moving closer to me. "It's not my profession that's making me run like a machine. It's my new venture in real estate."
I could sense the fragrance from her. It was fresh. I could not move back.
"What about your clinic?" I asked, curious.
"I hired someone else to run it," she revealed. Then, with a sly smile, she added, "You know, before the world ends I'd love to have that dinner date you once promised."
I smiled again, trying to maintain my composure. "I thought you might have forgotten about that."
"Oh, not at all," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation. "I've reserved a special evening of my life just for you, long ago. Imagine, candlelight, fine wine, and... who knows what else."
She was flirting openly, stirring old memories and the thrill of our past interactions.
 
The deal for providing security services to Maithrei’s building was set, and as I left their office, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nostalgia. Meeting Maithrei again had been a pleasant surprise, and it seemed like our story was far from over.
 
One day, Desai surprised me with a phone call, announcing his visit to Pune for business and suggesting we have lunch together. I happily agreed. “But just with me?” I asked.
“Of course, I’d love to see Meera,” Desai replied. “But can you do me a favour? Don’t tell her about me.”
His plan to surprise Meera worked perfectly. She was stunned to see Desai waiting for us at the restaurant.
“Susheel…!” The word escaped her lips as her eyes widened with surprise. She looked radiant in her off-shoulder floral dress, which, although it didn't reveal her cleavage like some of her other dresses, subtly accentuated her graceful curves. She glanced at me and squeezed my arm.
“I had a feeling there was a surprise, but…” She paused, and I sensed she was about to thank me.
She clearly loved the surprise, thrilled to meet Desai. Her face glowed with happiness.
 
Desai, equally delighted, greeted us warmly. “You two define grace. Just wow!” he exclaimed as he welcomed us with a light embrace.
After exchanging pleasantries, we settled at our reserved table. The lunch was exquisite.
“Krish, you must be enjoying your beautiful wife’s company, all to yourself now,” Desai remarked with a playful wink towards the end of the meal.
I smiled in agreement, but Meera’s response was a polite smile, lacking the usual spark between us that Desai was familiar with.
 
After lunch, we parted ways, and later that evening, Desai called me.
“Krish, I noticed something today. You and Meera seem to be lacking the spark. Is everything alright?”
I hesitated, unable to open up. But the delay in my response revealed more than words could.
“Don’t worry, Krish. Things will be better soon,” he assured.
I felt good at the time we spoke. But later I kept wondering if that conversation was a sign of him planning to return to our life.
 
When Desai returned to Pune the following week, he invited us again. This time, I told Meera who had invited us.
"It doesn’t mean anything, does it?" Meera asked.
Her question was a relief for me because it meant she wasn't looking to rekindle anything related to Desai. She wanted to see it as just a casual lunch.
The past was getting buried. The thought relieved me, to be honest.
 
This time, lunch was at another restaurant, and Desai wasn’t alone. He was with Maithrei.
We had lunch, and although Desai and Maithrei behaved appropriately, I couldn’t help but notice moments of jealousy flicker in Meera’s eyes.
 
During the lunch, Desai somehow sensed that it wasn't my first meeting with Maithrei in many months. He asked, "So, how long have you two been keeping secrets from me?"
I chuckled, "It's just business, Desai. Maithrei is a client of Vickey Security Services."
Desai had a mischievous grin on his face, "Ah, business. But I wonder if Meera knows about this secret deal."
Meera looked intrigued, "What secret deal?"
Desai went on with his playful teasing, "Oh, nothing, just Krish and Maithrei here keeping secrets from both of us."
Maithrei tried to defend her, "It's all strictly professional, I can assure you guys. Though I must admit, I've had a long-standing wish for a dinner date with Krish. It’s still pending since long."
She revealed and threw her teasing eyes at me. Maithrei was unbelievably daring.
“Oh, really? Krish, are you aware of this?" Desai asked.
“Yeah,” I confessed. “I’m aware of that.”
Desai quickly turned to Meera, "Meera, what do you think? Would you mind if Krish had an innocent dinner date with Maithrei? She's been quite patient."
 
Meera hesitated, exchanging a glance with me, and then replied playfully, "I hate spending time alone when Krish is having fun with another woman, especially a beautiful one like Maithrei."
Desai's eyes sparkled with amusement, "What if I keep you company, Meera? We could have an innocent dinner too, just the two of us. Then I'll drop you back with Krish."
Meera smiled at him but shook her head, "Thanks, Susheel, but I think I'll pass on that dinner offer this time."
Her words simply brought joy in my mind.
Another sign of burying that past.
 
Desai nodded. "Alright, fair enough. Maybe another time then."
Meera laughed lightly. "Yes, another time."
“Well, I think my wait will continue then,” Maithrei joked.
We all laughed together.
 
One day, as I was working on my laptop, a notification popped up about a software update for the voice recorder – the device that I had hidden in my shelf many months ago. I had completely forgotten about it. Out of curiosity, I decided to check the update.
 
I replaced the depleted battery and tried syncing it. To my surprise, it was now working properly. However, I was sure that I had no real need for it. I considered throwing it away, not wanting Meera to ever discover it. However, on second thought, I decided to place it back in the third bedroom, which was still soundproof. But I was confident that it would never be of any use in my life again.
 
One evening, Piyush called me up and asked, “are you interested in enjoying a music program, Krish?”
I said, “Why not?”
The following week, when he visited Pune, we had lunch with him at a restaurant near Meera's office. Piyush handed me a small envelope. "I thought you two might enjoy this," he said. Inside were two tickets to a music concert. "It's a couple's only section ticket," Piyush explained. I accepted it gratefully, but later, Meera asked why Piyush wasn't coming along.
"It's a couple's ticket, so I can't join you," Piyush explained with a smile. "Unless three people are counted as a couple." Meera laughed at his joke.
 
A few days before the concert, Maithrei told me she had a couple's ticket for an event in the city. It turned out to be the same music concert for which Piyush had gifted us tickets. Maithrei was eager to invite me to join her. However, I mentioned I was already committed to Meera to go as a couple.
"Then I’ll have to find a new partner to make it to the event. Someone safe to be with, unlike you and Desai," Maithrei quipped.
"Me? What is wrong with me? In what sense am I like Desai?" I wondered.
Maithrei smiled. "Desai is someone who would take advantage of being with me. And you are someone I'd like to take advantage of. In both ways, you guys are dangerous for me. I'd like to enjoy music there."
I laughed, and then I remembered Piyush.
“I have a friend who’d like to have a partner for the event,” I told Maithrei.
 
When I told her about Piyush and his witty nature, she agreed. So, I spoke to Piyush about joining us for the concert. He was excited when I told him that I had found a partner for him, to be at the event.
“You are a magician, Krish!” He said.
 
On the eve of the event, Meera said she would be late due to a conference. She planned to freshen up and proceed to the venue directly from the office, asking me to pick up Maithrei from her house. I hired a taxi and reached Maithrei’s place, but she was also caught up in an online meeting. While waiting, I played video games with Maithrei’s twelve-year-old son. Piyush called, saying he was at the venue, waiting for us. Later, Meera called to say she had also arrived. Unsure of how much longer Maithrei would take, I directed Meera to find Piyush by sharing his number, and to proceed with him to enter the place.
 
Maithrei managed to free herself soon and apologized for the delay. She looked a bit stressed after the long meeting session but dressed up quickly. Wearing a dark pink crop top and zipped jacket, along with black pants, Maithrei looked different from her usual traditional avatar.
"You look different, except you look as beautiful as ever, Maithrei," I mentioned.
Maithrei smiled. "I thought my usual kurta look wouldn’t suit a music concert. And you also look dashing." She said with an admiring look.
 
We left soon. We sat together in the car and Maithrei thanked me for showing patience and playing with her son.
I smiled at her. As soon as the car left the street, Maithrei turned to me and then pulled me close to kiss me. It was a sudden move and I was stunned. Her soft lips pressed into mine, almost trying to push them into my mouth. Before I could open my mouth and taste them, she moved back.
“I’m sorry, but I know I wouldn’t get a chance to do this at the concert,” she whispered.
“Oh God!” I touched my lips with a smile. “But this was something.”
She bit her lip and looked away. She later noticed my pants were black and mentioned that we were wearing somewhat matching clothes.
"You should have told me earlier. I have a light pink shirt in my wardrobe," I said.
"Oh, I wonder what I missed," she replied.
"We’ll make up for it next time."
I squeezed her thigh as she spoke. I glanced at her eyes. Her eyes were flirting with me. I could not take my eyes off her either. Eventually, she pinched my cheek and pushed my face away.
"Stop looking at me like that, gentleman. I am getting embarrassed."
"Why?"
She smiled at me and bit her lip. Then she slowly moved closer to me. I held her arm and slowly caressed it. "You are aware that my wife is also going to be there?"
"Oh," she made a disappointed face.
"You had all the chance to do it differently," I said.
Maithrei nodded. "You know, Krish, I never thought it would be like this, like we’d be sitting so close like this, let alone be sharing a sweet kiss, until this moment. I thought about the concert and thought there would be no way I’d be flirting with you at the concert. Unlucky me."
 
Despite all the flirting, deep in my mind I was carrying a belief that it was just innocent flirting because I knew it would be over as soon as we arrived at the venue.
 
Then Maithrei asked, "If we were alone, we could have gone somewhere else instead of there, right?"
I looked at her. Her eyes were smiling. In a fraction of a second, I imagined her lying in a cosy bed and myself climbing onto that bed to take over her body with my love. I sensed a movement in my pants. I was getting aroused.
"Don’t tease me now. You’ve already messed it up, girl," I said with a coy face.
Maithrei laughed.
 
We arrived at the venue and entered as a couple. The music program was about to start. We saw Meera and Piyush sitting together in another row in the section. I called Meera on the phone and she walked over to us. I noticed she was dressed for the occasion. I think she had carried the dress to her office that morning. Wearing a light blue off-shoulder gown, she simply oozed beauty. The gown, though just teasing the top portion of her cleavage, was more about showcasing the shape of her body. The necklace she wore delicately framed her collarbone, drawing even more attention to her elegant neckline. She looked absolutely stunning. As she walked over to us, I could see many people struggling to pretend they weren’t affected by her, while others simply couldn’t look away.
As Meera walked toward us with a gorgeous smile, I couldn’t miss the shape of her thighs, which were pretty obvious due to the silky nature of her clothing. The neatly tied waistline only helped reveal more about the perfectness of her body. I thought Piyush would be proud to be in the company of such a beautiful woman.
 
As there were no seats available next to them, Maithrei and I found other seats.
“I’m leaving my heart with you, Maithrei. Be kind to him,” Meera teased as she went back to her seat.
“I’ll try my best,” Maithrei retorted.
 
Later I saw Meera looking at me and smiling. She even gestured that Maithrei looked beautiful and not to miss my opportunity. I gestured back for her to enjoy with Piyush.
 
Just before the event started, I was surprised to see Desai walking in. I instantly shouted his name and he was equally surprised to see me, especially with Maithrei. He walked over to us, and I noticed a woman accompanying him.
Desai was not alone. He introduced his new friend to us. “Meet my friend Vaikha Rose. Isn’t she beautiful?”
I watched Vaikha blush at his introduction, and the dimples on either side of her cheeks caught my attention immediately.
The man has found a match! I thought to myself.
 
Vaikha was an entrepreneur from Karnataka, but she had her business based in Nasik. She looked around forty years old but indeed looked beautiful. She was married, and her husband was a central government employee posted in Delhi. She had met Desai on the flight to Pune a day earlier. Vaikha’s husband was supposed to join her for the night, but when he failed to make it, Vaikha invited Desai to join her for the concert. She seemed happy to have acquainted someone like Desai. The moment she mentioned her marital status, I looked at Maithrei, and she looked at me. We knew what it meant.
The man has found a match!
 
After a brief chat with us, Desai and Vaikha moved on to their seats. Vaikha was wearing a sleeveless gown and looked like a slightly older version of Maithrei, except that Vaikha was heavy on makeup. She seemed to be enjoying Desai’s company immensely. They constantly exchanged jokes, and Vaikha laughed wholeheartedly at his humour. I knew she would love to get closer to him.
 
I couldn’t help but wonder how easily Desai attracted new women. I felt Meera must witness him being with another woman. I called Meera to turn towards us and pointed out Desai and Vaikha. I saw Meera's eyes widening with surprise. Parted by a few meters, Meera and Desai exchanged pleasantries through gestures. I noticed Desai showing surprise to meet Meera and that too, with the company of Piyush. Meera laughed, and responded that he was also with someone new. Meera messaged me later, asking who the lady with Desai was. I explained that it was someone Desai met and befriended on a flight a day ago.
 
The venue was packed to the maximum, and the music program started soon. The concert began with slow, melodious songs before transitioning to faster tracks. The crowd behind the VIP lounges hadn’t come to sit; they were standing and dancing, some even on the chairs. When the singer walked down the runway, bringing himself into the middle of the crowd, and switched to his signature fast-paced track, the crowd erupted in joy and ecstasy. It was pure joy. We sang and screamed with him, and even those in the VIP lounge near the runway were jumping up and dancing. We were all lost in the music, perfectly synchronized with the lighting and smoke effects. As Maithrei had mentioned earlier, it was not a place for an intimate date but a place to embrace the joy of music.
 
However, something unexpected happened afterward. Maithrei received a phone call from home, saying her son had fallen from the staircase and gotten injured. She was understandably worried and needed to leave.
"I’ll have to go now, Krish," she said.
I called aside Piyush and Meera to explain the situation and volunteered to accompany Maithrei. "I’ll drop her at home."
Meera nodded affirmatively as I said this. Piyush suggested that we all could go, but Maithrei stopped us.
"No, don’t embarrass me by creating a mess out of this. I’ll handle it. Please," she insisted.
 
I requested to be allowed to drop her at her place, and she agreed when I added that it would be tough to find a taxi at that moment. Meera asked if she could come, but Piyush volunteered to drop her at our place in an hour since the concert would be over by the time I returned from Maithrei’s place. We agreed.
 
Maithrei again apologized to Meera and Piyush for interrupting the fun. We exited the venue and, with some difficulty, found a taxi to head to her house. Maithrei kept apologizing to me as well. Along the way, she got a call from her husband, Anand, saying their son was okay. He had arranged for a doctor to check him, and there was nothing to worry about. Anand told her to stay back at the concert and return when it finished. Maithrei said she was already on her way.
We both felt relieved.
"Thank God," I said, squeezing Maithrei’s hand.
 
As we approached the road deviating towards my house, Maithrei suggested I could leave if I wanted to. I asked if she didn’t want me to come to her house.
"I’d like to have you at my place, but not when he’s there," she smiled. This time, there was no hint of flirting, but I could see in her eyes how much she wanted to be intimate with me. I felt she was not comfortable playing the role of a wife in front of me.
 
I alighted at the deviation towards my house. Maithrei proceeded to her home, and I waited for a taxi to get back. I wasn’t worried about Meera being with Piyush, as I knew she would be safe with him.
 
I decided to skip dinner as I was content with the snacks I had at the music concert. So, I went straight home. I got a phone call from Meera. She said the program was over, and she and Piyush were entering a hotel to have a light dinner. I asked about Desai and Vaikha. She said they were also with them.
 
By the time she hung up the phone, I had reached home. The light in the hall was still on. I felt lonely and tired, suddenly. I went to the bedroom and saw Meera's clothes thrown lazily all over the bed. I noticed her bra and panties also lying there. I guessed that she had returned from her office and left in a hurry for the concert. Out of some dirty curiosity, I picked up her panties and felt their smoothness with my hand. I scolded my perverted mind and dropped them back on the bed. I decided to take a quick nap as I figured they would take at least an hour to get back home.
 
I removed my shoes beside my bed, turned off the light, and fell onto the bed. I fell asleep quickly but was awakened by a phone call from Maithrei. She said she had reached home and her son was perfectly alright.
"I should have stayed back," she said.
"It's okay," I replied.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I’m lying in my bed, alone, in the darkness. And you?"
"I'm just overthinking some what-ifs."
"What what-ifs?" I asked.
"Like what if I was there with you? I would have helped you from that loneliness and darkness."
"This is not a place to receive such help anyway," I said. "Meera will be here soon."
"Meera is with Piyush. How come you're not worried about it?" she asked.
"Why would I be worried about them?"
"Are you sure he is not like Desai?"
"Now you're overthinking. I know Piyush very well." I defended. "I’m rather worried about Vaikha."
"Yeah, right! Desai's latest one-night stand. I think she is going to have a blast tonight. It’s her night."
Maithrei’s voice was filled with excitement. I laughed too.
"Yeah, someone else scored tonight."
 
But it was far from true. I learned it when Piyush phoned me and asked if Meera got home. I was surprised.
“Wasn’t she with you?”
“Yeah, but she left with Desai. He said he would drop her home.”
I wondered how Desai came into the picture. Wasn’t he busy seducing another married woman?
But I didn’t feel anything wrong in Meera leaving with Desai because Vaikha was supposed to be with them.
“Okay, that’s great.” I said, “What about you? Have you reached your place?”
“Yeah, Vaikha dropped me at my hotel. We were staying in nearby hotels, so we felt it would be convenient.”
His revelation set off an alarm in my head, and I stood up. But before I could worry, I heard the doorbell. They are here!
Desai and Meera are here!
 
My mind scrambled for action, and an instant desire to see how they would behave in my absence filled my head. I looked around for a place to hide.
Bathroom? No. Behind the curtain? Never. Shelf? Yes? Which one?
 
Even as I consciously and frantically searched for a hiding spot, a deep, instinctual part of my subconscious mind warned me that something terrible was about to happen. I couldn’t explain it scientifically, but from my experience of living through similar moments many times before, I knew I wasn’t wrong.
And it was terrifying.

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(21-10-2024, 12:18 AM)shake chilli Wrote:  Waiting 4 days 

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And happy diwali ? to all your family 

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Advance happy Diwali to you too bro. 
By the way next update will be posted on 29 Oct. 
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Sorry for keeping you all waiting for the update, guys. I wanted to post it by 4 pm but I could not complete the final touch work at expected pace. You know, I too have to decorate my house with Diwali lights, guys. Anyways, my sincere apology for keeping you all waiting for the entire day. 
I have noticed that some marvelous comments and discussions are posted on the thread. I first thought I should read it, but then thought first I should post the update. lol.
Thank you for all the support and love. 
The next update, ch.45 will come on 8th November. That's my plan.
Keep reading and keep posting. Positive or negative, doesn't matter. I will be welcoming all the comments with equal curiosity. 
Thanks again. 
Love. Krish.

Chapter No. 44 is coming in a minute.

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Chapter - 44

My eyes suddenly fell on my large clothing shelf. It had enough space for me to hide, and the chance of Meera opening it was slim. For a moment, I wondered if there was any chance of Meera knowing that I was already home. When I was talking to her on the phone, we had only spoken about her whereabouts. I hadn’t told her where I was. She was probably expecting me to be home; her ringing the doorbell suggested that. However, she would be easily convinced otherwise if I did not open it.

I thought the odds were in my favor.
I decided quickly and moved to open the door of the shelf. There was enough space for me to hide behind the clothes on the hangers. I looked back to check if I had left any evidence of my presence. I saw my shoes lying on the floor, quickly grabbed them, and rearranged Meera's clothes that I had touched while sleeping on the bed earlier. I hurried back to quietly slip inside the shelf. As I slowly closed the door and immersed myself in complete darkness, I heard the front door opening. I could literally hear my heartbeat, but I concentrated all my senses on any sound coming from the hall.
There was no spoken voice. A few seconds later, I heard someone walking into the room. Although there were no spoken words, I could tell it was Meera from her movements. The light in the room was switched on soon after. I suddenly realized that she would soon call me, and I would be caught when my phone rang. I quickly pulled out my phone and put it on airplane mode.
 
Meera's phone started ringing after a while. I peeped through the gap between the shelf doors. Meera glanced around and answered the phone quickly. She stood in front of her dressing mirror and placed the phone down on the dressing table.
“Meera…” I heard Desai's voice from the phone. The call was on speaker.
“Hello,” Meera said in a calm voice as she began to slowly remove her earrings.
“I was checking if everything’s fine, all safe.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. But Krish isn't home, and his phone is not reachable,” Meera replied, her voice carrying some curiosity.
“Isn’t he?” Desai asked. “Maybe he got busy with Maithrei, told you already.”
“Ha ha.” Meera giggled casually as she finished removing one earring and started on the other. “What about Maithrei’s family? They must also be there, aren’t they?”
"Think about it, Meera. They could have gone somewhere else too.”
Meera paused. "You really think so?"
"Why not?" Desai replied. "They could have decided to spend some time together. It would explain why Krish’s phone is off."
Meera smiled again. “Well, I guess you have a point,” and then she began to unfasten her necklace. She knew Desai was trying to trick her.
“Should I come back, Meera?” he asked after a momentary pause.
My senses became extra cautious at his question.
“Why?” Meera asked.
Desai’s response was smooth and suggestive. "I think we might never have another opportunity like this in the near future. I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Hey…” Desai's voice was soft. “I’m sure you have noticed my eyes… you know how I was dying to stare into your eyes, Meera… I miss seeing the shine in them. Don’t you miss me?”
“Susheel…” Meera’s voice took on a tone of caution. “What are you saying?”
“I… I haven’t left. I can come back.”
“Susheel, no.” Meera said quickly, looking at the phone. “Just leave.”
“Come on, Meera. Can’t you just let me see you?”
“Oh…” Meera sighed. “Susheel… are you even thinking about what you’re saying? Please… go.”
Meera was pleading. I felt a jolt of shock as the tone of their conversation changed in a few seconds. My heart raced, and I felt I was going to witness something I was unprepared for. I struggled to keep my breathing quiet.
“Should I leave?” Desai asked again.
Meera turned away from the mirror and leaned back onto the dressing table. I could see how shaken her psyche was with uncertainty.
"What if Krish comes back?" Meera asked. “It won’t be a nice meeting; I’m warning you.”
Why isn’t she asking him to leave?
"I'll leave before he comes.”
"Susheel…” Meera's voice trembled. “You are definitely scheming. It’s not going to end well.”
"I just want to see you," Desai insisted.
"Oh my God, my heart is already beating hard," Meera confessed nervously. "Are you sure? You’re not planning something stupid, are you?"
"Just a few seconds. Let me talk to my driver, and I'm coming back," Desai reassured her.
"I’m scared, Desai. What if we end up doing something wrong?"
Desai’s voice was calm and reassuring. "Are you still concerned about what is right and wrong, Meera? Ask your heart and listen to what it says."
“I’m not going to cheat on him. Let me make that clear.”
"You’re worrying too much, babe.” Desai said. "See you in a minute."
The call was disconnected.
 
I was stunned as if lightning had struck me.
What are they scheming? What has suddenly happened? What are they planning? Is it even real? Am I dreaming all this?
 
It was real. As soon as the call ended, Meera hurriedly moved to grab her clothes from the bed and stuffed them into a drawer. She closed the half-open drawer of the wardrobe and also pulled the bed sheet on the bed to remove its wrinkles. Then, she turned to face the mirror, as if to ensure she still looked her best. She was preparing to welcome Desai back into her house.
I had definitely heard her saying no to him. But the way her voice was breaking and the way she was suddenly becoming conscious of herself and the surroundings together told me that she was preparing for his return!
 
Saying that I was shocked doesn’t even begin to cover what I was experiencing. It was unlike anything I’d seen in a long time.
Is my wife about to betray me? And without giving me any hints?
The realization that this betrayal came at a time when I thought I had everything under control only amplified its impact. There was no seduction, no romance, no teasing. She was putting up signs of resistance and refusal, but I could see clearly that even she was aware she wasn’t doing it wholeheartedly. A part of her wanted to see where this would go. Another part of her wanted to see where it would take her. Just an opportunity and a small push – that was enough for her to falter, I felt. The sound of Meera's hurried movements and her nervous excitement made my heart pound with a mix of fear and frustration.
 
As Meera finished arranging the room, she looked back at the bed and then hurried to the hall. I sat inside the shelf, backing off from peeping through the small gap in the shelf door. The seconds seemed to stretch endlessly as I waited in that darkness, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me.
 
I heard the front door opening and closing. I opened the shelf door slightly so I could hear the voices coming from the hall. Luckily, Meera had left the bedroom door open; the sounds from the hall were audible to me.
“Never thought I would be walking this door again!” I heard Desai's voice. I could sense his excitement from his voice.
“What is it that you want to talk about, Susheel? Can’t you just call me later? You never call me, by the way.” I heard Meera's words, filled with a pang of anger. I felt she was pretending to be angry.
“Meera, I didn’t know it would be so tough to walk away,” Desai's voice was slow.
“You will have to walk away. Krish will be here any minute.”
“Meera, I have asked my driver to watch the gate. He’ll call me if he sees someone enter the building.”
Desai's assurance struck me like lightning. He had come prepared.
“I’m not convinced.”
“Okay, then, call Krish. At least confirm where he is before you start panicking, Meera,” Desai said.
 
I heard footsteps approaching the room, and I became alert. I pulled back the shelf door, leaving just enough of a gap between the doors to see through.
 
Meera picked up her phone from the dressing table and dialed a number—apparently mine. The call, of course, went unanswered, and as she placed the phone down, I saw Desai walking up behind her.
 
Meera turned to him. “Still out of network!”
“My gut feeling is saying he’s already busy with Maithrei,” Desai said.
“Your gut feeling can only say that!” Meera looked him in the eyes. “Susheel, you think only the way you can think. Come on; let’s go sit in the hall. I’m not feeling safe here with you.” She said this with a light-hearted giggle. She moved to pass Desai, but he deliberately blocked her path.
“Do you enjoy feeling safe all the time?” he asked.
Meera sighed. “Susheel… we have moved on, haven’t we?”
“Have we?” Desai's voice was filled with an intensity that made Meera look up, her eyes meeting his.
“Oh, Susheel…” Meera's voice was barely audible. The only reason it was audible was that it was night-time and there was silence everywhere.
“Meera, I can’t go back. I have missed you more than I ever imagined. Meera, I came to leave, but my heart won’t let me. I miss you so much, Meera. There’s no way I can leave like this and breathe like a living human.”
Desai was not the confident business tycoon I had last met a few hours ago; he was a man broken inside from longing.
“Susheel… this is over,” Meera was still trying to turn him back.
“I know it is over. But please stay with me for now.”
“This is wrong… this is not going to end well. You’re putting me in a situation I…” Meera was struggling to speak. “Susheel…”
Desai had a reply to calm her down. "It’s not a path we haven’t walked before.” He moved forward and slowly grabbed her hand. “We’ve shared so much. Trust your feelings."
I saw Meera hesitating, but she didn’t pull her hand back.
"But this feels different," she said, her voice trembling.
"Listen to your heart, Meera. What does it say? Didn’t you miss me?" Desai's voice was so soft that only my heightened sense of hearing made it audible now.
"My heart says I’m messed up, nothing else," Meera admitted.
“Meera, I know you don’t hate me. I can see it in your eyes, baby. I saw it the moment I saw you today.”
There was no reply from Meera. Her eyes dropped to the floor. She must be wondering what to say to make him turn away.
“Meera… look at me… please… give me your eyes at least…” I heard Desai say. It felt like a mumble.
“Susheel, we shouldn’t be here. We don’t want to cheat, do we?”
“Meera, we're not doing anything new. I'm sure Krish wouldn't stop us if he were here. He would enjoy it instead. Then why not us?”
“But he's not here.”
“Because he could be busy with someone else.”
“What if you are wrong?”
“I'm just saying, baby. But we're not here because of them. We’re here because of us. We wanted to meet. We are meeting. We wanted to catch up. We are catching up. We wanted to find the fire. We're finding it. Baby, look at me.” Desai stood close and gently lifted her face with his fingers under her chin. “Don't lose this moment.”
And then he kissed her!
 
To say I was stunned or shocked would be an understatement. The kiss seemed to suddenly calm Meera; or she appeared too stunned to react. Desai's mouth had sealed over hers, and he didn’t seem satisfied with merely tasting her lips. I saw his jaw moving as he sucked on her lips, and his body pressed closer, erasing the gap between them. His arms soon wrapped around her: his left arm traced her back upward, finding a spot behind her neck, while his right arm encircled her just above her love handles, pulling her stomach toward him. In other words, he had my wife in his arms.
I felt a strong temptation to fling open the shelf door and step out. Should I scream at them? “What are you doing? Meera? Desai?”
 
But no part of my body believed I could do that. I had become a statue, breathing at a pace that ensured what was happening in that room would not be interrupted by me. More than what I thought or believed, I wanted to see what would happen next. It was the first opportunity to watch Desai and Meera behave freely and truly become themselves in each other's company.
 
My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded loudly in my ears. The darkness inside the shelf was suffocating, but the tiny sliver of light through the gap allowed me to see just enough. My heart nearly stopped as I saw them slowly moving toward the bed. No, it was Desai trying to move her there!
“Susheel… no…” Meera put her arms between them and tried to push him away. This brought me a sense of relief, though I was surprised to see her resisting. I had clearly seen her surrender to his kiss just a few seconds before.
“Meera, I’m not forcing you, am I?” Desai asked. He had stepped back but still clung to her arms.
Meera looked straight into his eyes. “What’s on your mind, Susheel?”
“Baby, we won’t be seeing each other anytime soon.”
“Susheel…” Meera sighed, continuing to stare at him.
“Meera, how can you let me go?” Desai whispered.
“You should find someone else.”
“No, I only need you in my life.”
“Until I frustrate you, isn’t it?”
“You’re talking about Nidhi, aren’t you? Meera, that day I decided I should let you go and move on. But now I can’t. I’ve tried and failed to move on. I can’t, baby.”
Meera's eyes brightened in a way that frightened me. He was opening up his feelings, and she seemed to like it. For me, it was terrifying. Meera's next words, however, brought me some relief.
“You know I have a husband who will never leave me.”
“But I also know I can coexist with him.”
Meera smiled and patted his cheek, a gesture that seemed like a soft slap across his face. “He is a changed man, now. And I have no desire to go back.”
Desai smiled back at her, “Then don’t tell him.”
 
As they spoke, Desai’s right hand slowly traced her left arm to her shoulder, then moved up to her neck and then to her chin, and finally touched her lips. He gently squeezed her lower lip, and Meera seemed to enjoy his touch.
“Didn’t you miss my touch, honey?”
Desai leaned in again, his face coming a few inches away from hers.
“Please… listen to me, Susheel …” Meera pled, her voice trembling. But she didn’t pull back, and I knew a part of her heart was just waiting to be kissed again.
Desai knew it better than I did. His palm slipped under her ear, pulling her closer as he sealed her lips with his once more. This time, he tilted his head slightly, making the kiss even more intense than before. As their kiss deepened, Desai guided her other hand around him, wrapping it around his torso. She passively obliged, nullifying all the resistance she made until that moment.
 
The sight of my wife in Desai's arms, surrendering to his kisses with such intensity, was something I thought I would never witness again. At one point in my life, this had been a fantasy I longed to watch. After a brief struggle, I had corrected myself and done everything in my capacity to avoid such a scenario. But my fate had other ideas.
Now, I was left to watch this, especially after I had believed my wife was appreciating the new life, without my kinky fantasies. She had revealed a side of herself I never expected, engaging in infidelity with a confidence that I had no involvement in this act, making the impact of her actions even more devastating. I could feel my pulse quicken and my stomach churn as I continued to watch in disbelief.
 
As the intensity of Desai's kiss heightened, his way of expressing his desire also changed. His lips moved away from her mouth, landing non-stop kisses across her face before plunging to her neck. Meera’s breathing grew heavier, and she was forced to lift her chin to give in to his relentless enthusiasm. I watched on as his tongue made a swift pass at the base of her neck, followed by his lips wiping away his saliva from her skin. He returned to her lips, only to shift back to kiss and lick along her bare shoulder. The effects of their long separation and the frustration that came with it were evident in the intensity with which he showered her with his passion. To my astonishment, Meera seemed to genuinely enjoy it. The off-shoulder gown she was wearing seemed to make his advances all too easy. I felt he might tear it off at any moment.
I could tell that Desai had succeeded in arousing her, and what followed next was exactly what I had been dreading all along. Desai slowly moved backward without letting her go, guiding her toward the bed. My heart ached as I saw Meera’s feet follow him, still lost in the relentless kissing. At the same time, a warm sense of anticipation surged through my body, bracing me for what was about to unfold. It was a sensation I knew I could never escape.
 
Meera's arms were wrapped around Desai's torso, clinging to him as they moved. Desai's right hand was gently encircling her neck, drawing her closer with each step they took toward the bed. His left hand rested on her back, and they both appeared lost in the fervour of their kiss, oblivious to everything but each other.
 
They reached the bed, and Meera showed the sign on resistance again, lending me a ray of hope.
“No, Susheel… let’s not go there.”
“Meera… Don’t tell me to leave.”
“Listen, Susheel…” Meera argued, “You came just to talk.”
“We are talking.”
“Huh!” Meera sighed. “This is not what…” She turned her head away. But quickly looked back at him. “You are making me weak, you know?”
“You’re pretending not to see what you’ve done to me, Meera...”
“I know you are good with words.”
“Is that the only thing that you know of me?”
Meera stared at him, and laughed a little, despite all the anger she had been trying to show to him. “Fuck you, Susheel.” She blurted. Her facial expression told me that she enjoyed what she heard. Perhaps he had reminded her of all the good moments they had shared in the past.
Desai grabbed her with his both hands.
“I’d like to hear it again, yes,” he said.
Meera didn’t say anything. To be more precise, she couldn’t; because Desai's mouth had again sealed her lips. And I saw her arms making a circle around him again. I was watching from behind Desai, but I could tell that they were eating each other’s lips.
It didn’t take long before Desai pushed Meera toward the bed behind her, and Meera suddenly became aware of what just happened.
She jumped to stand up again, “No, Susheel, no.”
Desai didn’t give her room to move away from the bed, though.
“What no, my love?”
He asked playfully, and held her hip firmly.
“There is no time, please understand.” Meera pled.
“Means lack of time is the matter of your concern.”
“Everything is my concern, Romeo!”
“Then make my heart your concern, for now,” Desai said and kissed her again. I saw his arms sliding around her, gently caressing the sides of her hips, pulling her closer. He then pushed her again and Meera ended up gently lowering herself onto the bed behind her, pulling him with her. Desai leaned forward to make sure their lips never parted; and their bodies seemed to be in perfect sync. Desai put his left knee on the edge of the bed and bent forward to keep kissing her while cupping his palms around her face. I could hear them breathing hard. Meera leaned backward but didn’t lie down on the bed. She put her arms around Desai's thighs to stay in that position. Desai moved downward to her neck and then to her breasts, over the clothes. His hands reached behind her and apparently pulled down the zipper of her light blue gown. Meera arched further back, and I could see the gown slipping off her body, revealing more of her smooth skin and the strapless bra she wore underneath.
 
Desai supported her body by putting his hands under her back and then lowered his face into the abundance of her softness.
“God forgive me,” I heard Meera whisper. I saw Desai's hand moving behind back; to unhook her bra to free her breasts. Meera did not know it immediately, and as soon as she felt the looseness of her bra, she grabbed the bra cups with her one hand, and tried to keep it in place.
“Susheel…” her voice was filled with uncertainty.
“Show me, Meera. Let me see it, baby.” Desai said and pulled it away from her. I couldn’t see it because my view was blocked by Desai's back, but I knew it as I saw him pulling the bra out and discarding it on the bed. Desai then lowered her body onto the bed, and I saw him move his right hand onto her chest and lower his head to the left side of her chest. He sucked her left breast while caressing the right breast with his right hand.
 
I felt my world crumbling as I watched them, their intimacy unfolding in my marital bed. Meera’s breathing got heavier, her body arching in response to Desai's touch. The pain of betrayal was sharp, cutting through me with every sound and every movement they made. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was the woman I loved, the woman I trusted, now lost in the game of passion with a man who had proved irresistible to her. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, betrayal, anger, and even more to my horror, the familiar sense of unwelcome arousal. I knew I should have left my hiding place, confronted them, or done something, but I was frozen in place, a silent witness to their infidelity.
 
I thought of turning off my phone’s flight mode and dialling Meera's number. Her phone, lying on the dressing table, would ring and might make her think that I’m coming back to the house. Or at least helping her get a grasp of herself, helping her to get out of this. I had used this trick to stop her from falling into another man’s charms long ago, and there was a possibility that I could repeat it once again. But I could not move my body.
 
There was a part of my body that wanted to watch this. To see how it unfolds. The willing cuckold in me. The beast I had sent to sleep had awakened. I was sitting in the limited space inside the shelf, without having any scope to move, and my limbs were confined to a folded condition. But nothing stopped my dick from gaining growth to become a rock that, before I could even become conscious of it, sent my body and mind into a thrilling frenzy of finally watching what I was dying to witness a few months ago – my lovely wife, submitting to the lust in the hands of a man capable of doing it.
 
Desai whispered something into Meera's ear, making her giggle softly. The sound of her giggle told me how much she was drawn to this and the instant jealousy I felt was almost like a knife piercing my heart. Desai got up and helped Meera sit up on the bed, her legs still touching the floor. He stood up momentarily to remove his shirt, revealing his dominant physique. As he moved around a bit while doing so, my gaze fell on Meera, sitting topless – with her bare breasts on full display – and without an iota of shyness. And more than that, what captured my attention was the way she was gazing at his chest, appreciating his physique. Desai tossed his shirt aside and leaned down toward her, again capturing her lips with his. His hands were everywhere – her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Meera moaned softly into his mouth, her body writhing under his touch.
 
After a few seconds, his hands reached down to start pulling her gown down from her thighs, and Meera slowly lifted her body to allow him to pull it over her head; to completely remove it. Meera's gown was gone in an instant; I saw her sitting boldly on the bed in just her panty.
 
I could sense a devastating feeling growing inside me despite my arousal.
How long had she been waiting for this? How could Desai betray me like this?
My thoughts raced. And at the same time, deep down, a part of me knew that this moment had been building up for a long time.
 
I thought Desai gestured toward the bed, and Meera readily skidded her body backward to lie on her back on the bed. This time she properly lay on it, and Desai bent down toward her head and started kissing her. Desai's left hand travelled down her body and slowly slipped under the waistband of her panties. Before I could guess what was coming, Meera arched her back as his palm wormed inside her panties. I bit my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to process the scene unfolding before me. Desai's fingers worked their magic, and Meera arched back, her moans becoming more audible with each passing moment.
 
Meera threw her left arm around Desai's neck, pulling him closer. The raw passion between them was undeniable, and it was tearing me apart. Desai moved down, his lips trailing kisses over Meera's body. He took his time, savouring every inch of her. When he finally reached her panties, he pulled them down, revealing her body’s perfection completely. Meera's eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, as she waited for his next move.
 
Desai stood up again, pulling down his pants and underwear. He was now as naked as she was, and the sight of them both, completely exposed, was almost too much to bear. The anticipation of an unknown danger was killing me. Meera glimpsed onto him, and then closed her eyes.
“Oh my God!” Her voice was hollow. I saw her upper body quivering, and she refused to open her eyes for a few seconds. She seemed too stunned to react. But at the same time, she wasn’t doing anything to indicate that she didn’t want him to continue.  Desai soon climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Meera was forced to open her eyes this time.
“Susheel…”Meera was now looking at his eyes. “You know I can’t stop you, don’t you?”
“I know that I can’t stop me.” Desai said, caressing her thighs, and he then slowly lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Just before her legs were raised, I thought I caught a glimpse of his dick.
Erect. Thick. Dark. Enough to kill my psyche for a moment.
"How much I missed this," Desai whispered, and Meera smiled, with a sense of disbelief dominating her eyes.
"Did you miss me, Meera?" he asked.
“Susheel… I…” Meera's voice was just a helpless moan.
Desai grabbed his dick without breaking eye contact with her and slowly caressed it. He was warming up his monster.
I should make a phone call to interrupt them, now.  I heard someone screaming inside me.
“Did you miss me, baby?” Desai asked again. I swallowed as I watched him lift his dick and then move his grip from its tip to the base, slowly. Its round head was visible to me and I felt it was shiny.
"Mmm... Yes," she replied. She seemed half-asleep. I forgot to breathe for a moment.
"I love to hear this, baby," Desai said and slowly positioned his dick between her legs, and without giving me time to anticipate his next move, he swiftly guided it into her. And I watched his hip moving all the way forward!
"Aaah…."
Meera's response was a soft cry.
"This sound, the sound of your breathing when I go inside you, is what I’ve been dreaming of for the past six months. Can you feel me, my baby girl?"
Desai's voice was as soft and seductive as it could be. Meera's response was just a moan. The movement of her lips, the quivering, told me how much she loved the feel of his dick inside her pussy.
"Can you feel me, my baby?" Desai asked again.
"Yes…"
"You love it?"
"Mmm…" Meera nodded at him. Her eyes did not want to free him. The joy in her eyes was something I had never witnessed in my life. She was lost in the moment.
Desai pulled back, slowly, as if enjoying every inch of her warmth. And then he pumped back!
“Aaaaah!” Meera cried again. I wanted to close my eyes. I felt Meera was getting hurt, and for a moment I felt I should have made that call.
Desai kept his dick buried inside her and leaned forward to land a soft kiss on her lips, as if a gift for surrendering to his manliness. Just a touching kiss, and then he was up again, withdrawing from her.
“Mmm…” Desai let out a moan. He was immersing himself in the pleasure. His dream had come true. I could see the satisfaction on his body movement already. I felt I would die because of jealousy. How can he long so much for my wife?
“Meera… my forever crush…” Desai said again, and then started moving his body. He seemed to have slow down, compared to the initial thrusts. And now Meera had completely surrendered to his movements, his thrusts. No more violent cries escaped her mouth as Desai started fucking her in a deliberate pace. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room. It was an erotic symphony, one that I was forced to listen to and watch. Desai's thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, building up the tension, the anticipation. After a few minutes, he pulled out to bend down and kissed her pussy. Meera moaned with ecstasy. Desai then lay on top of her, and Meera readily grabbed his member to guide it back into her pussy. I could see that even the last bit of her resistance, hesitation, or whatever was wiped out by lust. He kissed her mouth, swallowing both her lips, and his tongue made a circle around her mouth. His hips started to rise and drop at the other end, comfortably fucking her in a controlled yet powerful rhythm of thrusts. Meera's hands were everywhere—his back, his arms, his neck. She was completely lost in the moment, in him.
 
I felt a quivering sensation within my body, and I couldn't readily realize what it was. Then I felt something leaking out of my body, from the lower part of my body. I felt I was urinating, then I suddenly realized that I had ejaculated in my pants. My body had surrendered to what I had been subjected to witness by my destiny. I closed my eyes and infused my mind in the pleasure of that release, and I returned to my reality only when I heard the thumping sound from the bed starting to penetrate my ear.
 
I peeped through the gap again. Desai had started fucking her faster, making Meera moan faster. They were both lost in their own world, a world where I didn't exist. It was a devastating realization. This wasn't just a physical act; it was something deeper, more emotional. This was a moment that would forever change our relationship, our lives. There was no going back from this. And yet, I couldn't tear myself away. I was a prisoner to my own curiosity, my own pain.
 
The sound of their bodies moving and colliding was now accompanied by the splashing sound of his dick ramming into her wet pussy. Meera then lost control of herself and screamed.
"Oh my god… I’m cumming…aah…" she cried out.
Desai pushed himself deep into her and held it there. I felt he was also cumming, but he didn’t let out any expression of a climax. He waited for a second and then kissed her hard; intensely enough to draw her breath from her lungs. I saw Meera pushing her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to suck it. Immediately after, I saw him pushing his tongue back into her mouth too. Meera joyously sucked his tongue.
"You want more of me, don’t you, baby?" Desai asked when their lips finally parted. Even before she could say a word, he started to move his hip again. The man was a machine. His engine had just warmed up.
 
“Meera…” I heard Desai whispering as he kept thrusting, “when my cock goes in yours like this... the feeling is heaven... I feel like I own you completely. I want you, baby. I want this moment to go on forever. I don’t want to stop.”
His each thrust produced a moan from Meera.
Despite the struggle, she smiled at him, a hint of tiredness in her eyes.
"I don’t want you to stop," she whispered.
That was my wife. That was what she wanted. I felt dying out of jealousy, again. I felt remorse when I thought of what I had been depriving her of for the last six months.
“Did you miss me, Meera?” he asked.
“Mmm…”
“How much?”
“You have no idea,” she responded breathlessly.
“A lot?” Desai probed further.
“Yes. You used to come and make me do a lot of things in my dreams,” Meera admitted.
I wondered if she was just making that up at the heat of the moment, and hoped she was.
“You could have had me, baby.” Desai said.
“I thought you had left forever.”
“Leaving you was not my destiny, I feel now.”
Desai increased his pace, and Meera’s moans grew louder and more frequent. “You’re not getting enough from him, are you?” he asked.
“How do you know?” she panted.
For a moment I felt I didn’t want to hear what they were going to speak next. But they were already doing it. Talking about me.
“I knew it the other day when I saw you at lunch.” Desai went on.
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
Meera was giving in too much for the moment.
“I didn’t want to make you come back. I thought you guys might make it up.”
“I thought the same.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Now I am here. I will give you all the pleasure. My dick is always yours.”
“You didn’t see anyone for the last six months?”
Meera was looking him in the eyes.
And his eyes were on hers, “No, baby.”
“Why?”
“Couldn’t find someone who could replace you in my dreams.”
“Six months?”
“Yes.”
I hated how Meera smiled at him for those words, coated with affection that made him feel proud and forced me to question my authority as her husband.
“Baby, I am going to fill your pussy with my load. It will be heavy. Feel me inside you tonight.”
“I wouldn’t mind it, Susheel. Do anything you want.”
“Will you do anything I want?”
“What is it?”
“Then ride me.”
Desai stopped moving and turned them over, quickly bringing Meera on top of him. She didn’t waste time. She climbed onto his body and sat on his waist while guiding his dick back into her pussy. Her breasts hung and started bouncing as soon as she started riding him, both hands resting on his chest. I noticed the sight of her erect tits. The curve of her back and the roundness of her breasts on the opposite side was making quite a sight to me. I saw her ass cheeks rubbing over his thighs as she moved back and forth, and I was sure she was making sure to fill her pussy with the whole length of his dick.
So much pleasure.
“Come kiss me,” Desai demanded.
Meera paused moving, apparently letting his dick to stay deep inside her pussy, and then put both arms on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Desai devoured her lips eagerly. His arms slowly massaged her breasts, feeling their softness with a circular motion of his palms.
At the first break of the kiss, Desai asked her, “Now give me... give it to me….”
I thought he was asking her to start riding him again. But Meera did not move.
She looked into his eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Open your mouth.” She said.
Desai opened his mouth and held his tongue out. Meera brought her mouth just above his and then slowly spat into his open mouth. I was stunned. It was a first, something she had refused to do with him in the past. And this time she obliged with a mere gesture. I felt it was a moment that spoke volumes about the chemistry between them.
Desai swallowed her saliva and opened his mouth wider.
Meera giggled and started riding him again, slowly, “You want me to spit in your mouth, baby? You want my saliva?”
“Yeah, spit in my mouth, Meera.”
Meera cupped her hands around his face and then spat forcefully. “Drink it, Mr. Desai!”
“Finally, I got the gift,” Desai murmured.
Meera laughed a little and nodded, “yes.” She then lowered her face to suck his lips. She had surrendered completely to him and had committed to please him to the maximum.
Immediately after that kiss, Desai went up and repositioned himself on top, between her legs, lifting them over his shoulders. He caressed the smooth skin of her legs, trailing kisses up and down her calves. As he was kissing her, I didn’t miss the sight of Meera grabbing his member and guiding it into her pussy. Slowly, he began to thrust, each powerful movement causing her entire body to quiver, the ripples of their passion visibly shaking her breasts.
Desai continued thrusting for another two minutes before spreading her legs wider and lowering his body to suck her breasts. After a while, he rose again and began thrusting with increased speed. His pace intensified, making Meera cry out in pleasure. I lost the ability to breathe as I was caught in a spell, witnessing the sight of my wife being consumed by lust. Desai rammed into her relentlessly, like a machine, and I knew there was no way I could claim her to be my wife after this.
Is this how he fucks her? Is this how he has given her pleasure?
I thought, feeling an unbearable pang of jealousy and self-doubt. There was no way Meera could accept me as her husband after this.
 
Desai's relentless pace drove Meera to new heights of pleasure. Her cries filled the room, and I began to worry he might hurt her. One moment she was struggling to breathe, the next she was moaning loudly. She even started grabbing and fondling her own breasts, which made Desai even more intense. They seemed perfectly in sync, and each thrust, moan, and touch felt like a knife to my heart. This wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper that was changing our relationship forever.
 
As Desai kept thrusting into her, Meera reached out for him, clearly wanting more. Desai lowered himself to her, and Meera wrapped her arms around his back, her nails digging in. Their passion was intense. Desai gripped her thighs, pulling her closer with each powerful thrust. His grunts and heavy breathing filled the room as he pressed his mouth to hers. Meera stuck out her tongue, and he sucked it hard before licking all around her mouth.
"Meera… are you ready, my baby? I want to cum… baby… are you ready?" Desai panted.
"Yes… yes… Susheel… oh my god… you are killing me…" Meera cried out in response.
Desai thrust harder a few times, and then grunted loudly as he pressed his body against hers, his dick deep inside her. Meera cried out again, clearly experiencing another orgasm. And the intense power that Desai displayed to keep his body pressing against hers made me realise that he was filling her pussy with his load. My wife was getting her pussy filled by his fertile sperm.
I watched with helpless jealousy as they reached their climax together. Their bodies shook in unison, their cries of pleasure filling the room.
 
After filling her pussy with his load, Desai collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and tangled together.
“That was huge…” he murmured in ecstasy, “…feels like all my energy passing to you…”
As Desai's heavy breathing began to slow, he slowly withdrew from Meera and shifted onto his side beside her. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their laboured breathing, a contrast to the intensity that had just filled the space. Desai gently stroked Meera's hair, his fingers trailing lightly across her cheek and neck. His touch was tender, almost affectionate, as he whispered into her ear.
           
"You were incredible, Meera," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I’ve wanted this moment for so long, and it was everything I hoped for."
Meera, still panting and flushed from the intensity of their encounter, turned her head to look at him. Her movement was carrying the effect of tiredness. She reached out to caress his face, her fingers brushing against his lips.
"I never thought I could feel this way again," she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion. "You've made me feel alive in a way I didn't realize I needed."
Desai smiled, his eyes locking with hers. He leaned in to kiss her gently, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was slow and filled with affection, a stark contrast to the raw passion they had just shared. As they broke apart, Desai's hand continued to caress her face, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.
"Don’t…” Desai said, shaking his head slightly. “This was unexpected. Don’t blame yourself. It’s something that was meant to happen, and you and I don’t have to dwell on it. I just want you to know that I care about you, Meera."
I saw Meera nodding at him, though I could not see her facial expression.  The tenderness between them was visible, and it was clear that there was a genuine connection and care between them. The scene left me with a complex mix of feelings – betrayal, sadness, and a profound sense of loss.
 
Desai got up from the bed and began dressing with deliberate movements. Meera just remained on the bed, and pulled a bed sheet to cover her body. Once dressed, Desai leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Meera's forehead. “Be careful,” he advised softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. “I think we should keep this between us. Don’t hurt him.”
I could hardly believe Desai’s audacity to show concern for me after screwing my wife in my bed. It was a bizarre display of care, considering how he had just betrayed me.
Meera nodded in agreement, her face reflecting a mix of relief and sadness.
“You should get ready before he returns, Meera,” Desai advised.
Meera nodded and sat up, still covering her body with the bed sheet. She leaned against the wall, sitting on the bed.
“You should leave first, Susheel,” she said in a tired voice.
 
Desai headed toward the door. I watched on, hidden, as he left the room. I heard the soft click of the door closing behind him. The sound was a stark reminder of what had just happened – a man leaving my bedroom after fucking my wife’s brains out in our marital bed. The harsh reality of the situation was almost too much to bear. Life was unfolding in ways I could scarcely believe.
 
I couldn't shake off the wave of devastation and disappointment. I needed to confront Meera immediately. I wanted to understand from her own lips why she couldn't control her own temptations. Why did she have to do this, especially when everything seemed in our favour to move on from Desai?
After a few moments, I watched as Meera slowly got up, her face now a stark contrast to the joy she had just moments ago. Her expression was gloomy and distressed. She grabbed her clothes, clutching them to her chest, but made no move to put them on.
Standing completely nude, baring the clothes in her hands, Meera's face crumpled as she began to cry. The sudden shift in her emotions left me stunned. Her sobs were heartfelt and raw, a painful display of regret and sorrow.
“Oh, Krish, what did I do to you?” she wept, her tears falling freely.
I remembered Desai wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye immediately after their lovemaking. She had been on the brink of a breakdown, struggling to hold back her emotions.
Oh my God. I said myself. I should have made that call.
I closed my eyes. I knew I had failed myself.
 
After a few moments, Meera composed herself, wiping her tears away. She gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She returned quickly, wrapped in a towel after a hasty shower, though she hadn’t washed her hair. Her movements were mechanical as she opened her wardrobe and selected new clothes. Casually dropping the towel, she bared her body once more, checking herself in the mirror for any signs of Desai’s touch – likely looking for hickeys.
 
She put on a bra and panties, followed by a top and pants. Meera then wiped her partially wet hair one final time before heading back to the bed, seemingly preparing to settle in for the night. She picked up her phone and dialled a number - presumably mine - only to be met with no response. She took a long breath, then sat on the bed and dialled again. I saw a pang of relief on her face as the call began to ring. She wasn’t dialling my number this time.
The call was answered after a short wait.
“Hello, Maithrei. Is everything okay? How’s the child?”
The spy in my brain took a jolt as I realized Meera had called Maithrei. I couldn’t hear Maithrei’s voice, so I waited as Meera spoke. Then, Meera asked the question I had been dreading.
“Krish hasn’t returned yet. When did he leave your place?”
The pause as Meera listened to Maithrei’s response felt endless. And then, I noticed Meera’s eyes widen in disbelief, her posture stiffening.
“From here? Are you sure?” Meera asked, as if trying to reconfirm what she had just heard.
 
I knew Maithrei had told her everything. I realized this night’s surprises weren’t over yet. From Meera’s expression, I could see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. An hour ago, I had told Maithrei that I was at home, resting in my bed. And now Maithrei had revealed it to Meera. It wouldn’t take long for her to figure out I was hiding somewhere in the house.
It wasn’t that I had committed the gravest betrayal of the night. But the revelation of my presence in the same room while she was getting fucked by Desai would undoubtedly prove that I had been willing to let it happen.
 
Meera hung up the phone, her face filled with confusion and growing suspicion. She looked around the room, as if searching for where I might be hiding. And then, eventually, her eyes fell on the shelf where I was hiding, and froze.
 
I could only hold my breath.

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Chapter 45

Meera stared at the shelf where I was hiding, then got up from the bed. I scrambled to find a convincing explanation for why I had chosen to hide inside the shelf, wondering if I could still confront her about what she had done.

Contrary to my fears, Meera walked toward the nightstand and picked up the water jug. It was empty, so she took it and headed to the kitchen.
 
I realised that she hadn’t figured out the truth about my disappearance. Taking this as my chance, I slipped out of the shelf quietly and moved to the other bedroom. I did not switch on the light. I kept the door slightly open, afraid of the noise it might make if closed. I just stood there in the darkness, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. The pain of what I had witnessed was overwhelming, but I knew she needed to be confronted. I couldn’t ignore the raw emotions and questions rising within me. I had to understand what had led to this and why Meera had acted the way she did. Why couldn’t she stop it herself?
 
I heard Meera's footsteps as she returned from the kitchen with water. Peeking through the gap between the doors, I saw her still dialling on her phone, anxiety evident on her face. Despite everything, she seemed preoccupied with thoughts of me, perhaps worried that Maithrei was lying to her. The fact that she might be concerned about what I would be doing with Maithrei – after she herself had slept with Desai – felt like the very definition of hypocrisy.
She needed to be confronted, I thought.
 
After spending a minute in the darkness to gather myself, I opened the door and walked cautiously into the hall. I was surprised to see Meera sitting on the couch, her head down. I sensed that she was waiting for me to return home.
"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion.
 
Meera looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The moment she saw me, her expression shifted from sorrow to shock. Her eyes widened, and she threw a quick glance toward the front door, as if to confirm that I hadn’t entered that way. Then, realization hit her—she understood that I had been here the whole time, not somewhere else. Her hand flew to her mouth in a futile attempt to hide her surprise, but the anguish in her eyes was unmistakable.
 
“Krish…” she blabbered, her voice breaking, as if she was choking on her own guilt. I stood there, letting the reality of the situation sink in, feeling like I was shouting the truth at her. She lowered her head, unable to meet my gaze, and she brought both hands to her face, desperately trying to hide her shame. Her body shook with sobs as she began to cry, the weight of her actions sinking her further down.
My heart sank, but I had to address this head-on.
“Meera…stop crying now,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I know what happened. I was just outside that room. I just want to ask, why?”
 
She looked up, her, her eyes pleading, wet with tears. She was clearly caught off guard, her hands still partially covering her face. I looked on and she slowly lowered her hands to reveal her cheeks, wet with tears.
“I’m sorry, Krish,” she spoke in a choked voice. “I just…I don’t know why I did it. I… I lost control. I lost….”
Her gaze dropped back to the floor, and she began to sob again, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her remorse.
I looked at Meera, my heart heavy with a mix of anger and sadness.
“Why, Meera?” I asked tensely. “Why did you let yourself fall into this? After everything we’ve talked about, everything we’ve worked through… why did you go back to him? What did Desai have that made you so easily forget us?”
She struggled to compose herself, struggling to even breathe.
“Krish, I... I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said. “Desai… I didn’t want him to come back. I didn’t want to meet him. But… I was weak. I could not say no… I said no but I was weak. I thought I could handle it, but… but I was wrong.”
I continued questioning her, “If Desai can make you do this, it means he can make you do anything. He holds this much power over you, Meera, I question why did you choose to live with me? Why didn’t you end things with me before you did this? It feels like we were not what we thought we were.”
Meera’s eyes were again getting filled with tears. “It’s not like that, Krish. I still love you, more than anything… I know I’d sound stupid but… I didn’t know what got into my head; when he said we weren’t doing anything new, I gave in. I got greedy, Krish. I was seduced. I was seduced by my memories. I can only say sorry. Please...”
Her voice cracked as she begged for my forgiveness. “I never wanted to leave you. I love you, Krish. Please, forgive me. I promise I’ll never let this happen again.”
I stood there, processing her words, feeling the weight of her betrayal and her apology. It was clear she was deeply remorseful, but the damage was done, and the trust we had worked so hard to rebuild now felt fragile and uncertain.
“Please, Krish, forgive me,” she begged again. “I never wanted to leave you. I love you, only you. I’m so sorry for everything.” Her tears streamed down her face, her hands reaching out as if to grasp at any hope of redemption. “I promise, I’ll never do this again. You mean everything to me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
 
Her tears were melting me from the inside, no matter how much I wanted to be angry at her. Deep inside, I knew she did all this because of me. I had prepared her for this, pushed her boundaries, and encouraged these fantasies. It was my own doing that led to this moment. Despite my anger and hurt, I couldn’t ignore the fact that her actions were a reflection of the world I had helped create.
In the end, I told her, "You should know that no matter what you do, I will love you. But remember, the guilt will only grow because everything you do now is a result of what I have encouraged in the past. Always keep in mind that if you do anything like tonight again, you're exploiting my unconditional love for you."
Meera got up and hugged me tightly, her body shaking with sobs. “I want to be your Meera, Krish,” she cried. “Not Desai’s Meera. I want to be with you, and only you.”
 
Her words, though filled with sadness, brought a small sense of comfort. We stayed close, holding each other, finding peace in sharing our pain. Somehow, it felt like this moment was helping us hold on to what we still had together.
 
When we finally went to bed, we were both too drained to say anything more. We just lay there, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet of the night surround us. The warmth of being together was enough, helping us feel a bit of calm after everything we’d been through.
The smell of a man’s cum was still in the air. I could sense it. But I could not figure out whether it was coming from the bed sheet or my wife’s pussy. She had taken a shower after sex but the sight of Desai groaning and filling her pussy was still fresh in my memory. I was sure Meera still had Desai's cum inside her pussy. I couldn’t shake the possibility of Meera forgetting about it and getting pregnant afterwards. The thought was nightmarish. I wanted to ask Meera about it but I remained silent, praying that I wouldn’t forget it in the morning.
My thoughts were only beginning to run wild.
I thought about how Meera must be feeling about her body in that moment. Her pussy, still reeling from the intense fucking she had received, would be engulfed in enduring warmth. I was sure she would have washed it by spraying water with health faucet when she was showering, trying to remove every drop of Desai's cum from her pussy. The regret she had displayed after Desai left made it clear that she wasn’t going to enjoy it emotionally. She must have felt heavenly pleasure when Desai was fucking her and giving her multiple rounds of orgasms. But once it was over, the reality hit her, and the enjoyment faded.
In a strange way, this thought gave me more relief than everything she said to me afterward. Because that breaking down of herself had happened when she was alone, unaware of my presence.
On the other hand, it soon felt like the smell of cum was coming from my body. Even though I was aware of the fact that I had come twice in my pants without touching myself while watching my wife in bed, and that I hadn’t bothered to clean myself, it felt like the smell was coming from me because I was drenched in Desai's cum.
 
I knew that, no matter what had happened, I too had to take my share of the blame. Because I had every opportunity to stop them, but I chose not to. I chose to let the moment unfold, fulfilling my long-time desire of watching Meera make love to Desai. In other words, I wanted to watch her getting fucked, to see her immersed in the pleasure of a man’s dick piercing her pussy, filling it with his sperm. The only problem was that it happened too late, after I had convinced myself that I no longer cherished that desire. But when the opportunity presented itself, I realized that I had only been pretending to have moved on.
 
The cuckold in me hadn’t gone anywhere.
There is nothing called an ‘ex-cuckold’.
Being a cuckold is not a transformation. It is merely a trait that has been inside you, which you discovered at one particular moment in your life.
 
The only solace was that I hadn’t been caught in the act of spying, nor had anyone discovered that I had come in my pants twice while watching my wife getting fucked.
 
In the morning, I chose to stay silent. At breakfast, Meera reached out and touched my hand gently, her touch filled with a mix of tenderness and apology. Her eyes met mine, silently pleading for understanding. I remained quiet, unable to find the words to address what had happened.
 
"Krish, please talk to me," she pleaded. "Give me whatever punishment you want to give me, but please, just talk to me. I’m so sorry."
 
I needed time to process everything, and as the morning hours passed, our communication began to open up. We started talking more, though I never revealed the full extent of what I had witnessed from the shelf. Meera assumed I had only heard some of what had happened from the adjacent room, which made it easier for me to navigate our conversations. I didn’t ask for details, and she believed I didn’t want to know. In reality, I was fully aware of everything.
 
Later, I decided to ask her how things had gone too far. She seemed relieved to talk about it.
“There was nothing on my mind until he called to check on me,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Why did you hide when I returned home?”
“I didn’t hide, Meera. I fell asleep.”
“You should have slept in our room.”
I had expected this question, so I quickly made up a story about going to the other room because I had heard some noise from there, and later ended up sleeping there because I was too tired. She said she had tried to call me a lot of times.
“I tried to call you too, but I was half asleep. My fingers slipped and turned on the flight mode. When I woke up a while later, I immediately returned to our room. But then… I heard you and Desai… you were in my bed!”
“I’m so sorry, Krish.”
Meera’s face was filled with guilt again. I felt like she would cry any moment.
I sighed, “You know, earlier I used to have this fantasy of seeing you and Desai in bed. It was my deepest desire because I was teased about it many times. I never got the chance. And when I finally did, I didn’t want to see it.”
“You would have seen it if you had just pushed the door slightly. It wasn’t locked,” Meera said.
“Oh,” I stared at her, pretending to be surprised. Then I added, “But I didn’t want to see it anymore. I thought I had moved on from that fantasy.”
“I too had moved on, Krish,” Meera said. “I didn’t even invite Desai to our house when he dropped me off. I thought you were already here and had told him you wouldn’t be happy to see him dropping me off. But later, when he called to check and found out that you weren’t here, he wanted to come over. I questioned him, but he said he would only talk. And only after coming here did he open up about his feelings. How he’s been struggling to forget me. Even then, I thought you would be here any moment, so I was scared to even stand with him. I kept asking him to leave at first. But then one thing led to another… when I came to our room to make a phone call to you, he followed me there. And once he had me in his arms… he was, you know, he was who he was. I tried to stop him, but I was weak. I gave up too easily.”
“Do you blame him for everything?”
“No, how can I?” Meera stared at me. “It was me who let it happen. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be dropped off here by him. I should have taken a taxi. And after getting here, I shouldn’t have let him enter our house. I made a lot of mistakes, but none worse than surrendering to his manliness in my bed.”
I felt a pang of jealousy creeping under my skin as she suggestively praised Desai’s sexual prowess.
“I heard the noise from outside.” I said.
“I was noisy, yes.” Meera lowered her head. “You must have thought so lowly of me.”
I paused for a moment, wondering if that was true. I had felt angry and betrayed, for sure, but I had also allowed it to happen. I had every chance to stop it, right from the start. I wondered why she wasn’t asking me why I didn’t try to stop her while it was happening. Perhaps she didn’t want to blame me at all.
“No.” I said. “Because I felt you deserved some action. I haven’t been giving you the best version of me, recently.”
Meera was stunned to hear me say that.
“No, Krish. There’s nothing like that. It happened because of the opportunity… I mean, I would call it greed for more. Or my weakness. Not because I didn’t love you, or didn’t love being with you.”
“But it’s the truth that I’m not as good as him in bed, isn’t it?”
“There’s no need to compare, Krish. Please.”
Her eyes begged me not to repeat those words again. It was clear she never wanted me to feel bad in front of Desai, even in my mind.
 
 
That day, I arrived at the office late. My body was there, but my mind was still lost in the memories of the previous night. The haunting image of Meera and Desai in our bed kept resurfacing, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Desai’s raw, unrestrained energy filled my thoughts, and I couldn’t ignore the way he had taken Meera to such intense heights of pleasure. It made me wonder if, for a moment, she had completely forgotten about me. I could still see her expression, the way she surrendered, as if nothing else mattered. The cry that escaped her when he first entered her – so desperate, so full of longing – told me everything I needed to know about how much she had wanted it, even if she would never admit it to herself. The thought made my stomach twist, and I found myself unable to focus on anything at work.
At first, I thought that sitting in my office and trying to focus on work would help distract me. But as time went on, I only grew more exhausted. My thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of Nidhi’s raised voice. I saw her scolding a staff member, frustration practically radiating from her. The sight jolted me back to reality. It wasn’t the first time I’d witnessed her like this recently; she had been yelling on the phone that very morning, though I hadn’t paid it much attention then. But now, seeing the tension in her face and hearing it in her voice, I couldn’t ignore the fact that something was definitely off.
 
So, I asked her to come into my cabin. She walked in, visibly drained.
“Sit down, Nidhi,” I said, not beating around the bush. “You seem really off today. What’s going on?”
She sat down and started to explain how some of the security guards were deviating from the instructions given by her.
“I’m not asking about them, Nidhi. I’m asking about you.” I said quietly.
Nidhi took a deep breath and hesitated at first. But then decided to let go of the unspoken burden.
“I’m depressed, Krish sir. I broke up with Sundeep,” she said flatly.
 
It was unexpected. I had thought Desai's influence had helped her relationship prosper, both physically and emotionally.
“Why?” I asked. “I thought Desai’s influence was helping you two click.”
Nidhi’s eyebrows shot up, indicating I’d asked the right question.
“In some ways, yes. Especially…” Nidhi looked around, surreptitiously checking that the door was closed.
I grew impatient. “The sex?” I asked.
Nidhi nodded. “Yes, it was good at first. But then, he was interested in that only, all the time.”
“And you aren’t?”
“It’s a bit complicated. I was, but… I don’t know,” Nidhi looked down, unsure whether she should say more.
“Go on, Nidhi. You’re making me ask questions I shouldn’t be asking you. You can tell me whatever it is. I think we are far more comfortable than what is otherwise acceptable in an office space.”
“It’s just… I mean, it wasn’t like with…” she paused, her face reddening, as if she hadn’t meant to let that slip.
I knew where she was headed. “Let me guess,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “You’re disappointed he wasn’t as good as Desai in bed?”
Nidhi’s eyes widened, a flash of shock crossing her face. But I held her gaze, not backing down.
“Don’t be so surprised, Nidhi. You’re not the only one who’s been dealing with Desai’s… effect,” I said.
Nidhi hesitated, then nodded, letting her guard down.
“You’re right,” she confessed. “At first, after we got back together, I was enthusiastic. I thought I could make it work with Sundeep. But every time I was alone… I found myself thinking about Desai. No matter what Sundeep and I did, it just wasn’t the same.” She looked down, struggling to articulate her feelings. “It’s like I’m stuck, unable to let go, even though I know I should.”
 
Her words hit me harder than I had expected. I could feel the truth in them because I had been experiencing the same thing. This strange, stealthy influence Desai seemed to have on the people around him – it was real. And it wasn’t just Nidhi dealing with it.
“You’re not alone,” I finally said, my voice softer. “My wife… I think she’s struggling with the same thing.”
Nidhi looked up, surprised by my revelation. We kept looking at each other, and in that moment, I could feel a strange bond forming between us – a shared understanding of something we couldn’t easily explain. Desai’s influence, his allure, was more than just physical; it dug deeper, challenging our ability to feel safe, stable, with what we had in life. We both seemed to be recognising it in different ways, but it was there nonetheless.
“But you seem very happy, sir. Or at least, you come across that way,” she said after a pause. “My days just seem to be getting worse.”
“Are you… hoping for his comeback?” I asked.
“No,” Nidhi said. “Logically, no. Strictly, it’s a no.” she added, almost as an afterthought, and then continued. “I am glad it ended because it would have taken me nowhere, wouldn’t it? But you know, I was very excited during the second innings with Sundeep. Perhaps that’s what drove him to this point. Now, I feel guilty.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “Because guilt will only make you lose your grip. If you don’t want Desai to come back, then you need to find a way to forget him. If you truly want to move on, maybe it’s time to find someone new. Someone who’ll make it feel like a fresh start.”
She nodded, seemingly taking my words to heart. After a pause, she looked up, her eyes steady. “What about Meera? Is she… not happy with you?”
I had been expecting this question.
“She is happy. But what’s in our mind is what creates all the problems.”
“So it’s all your imaginations that she could be happier with him?”
“No,” I said thoughtfully, “I’m not imagining. I… I have seen them in bed, Nidhi. It’s not what we… the normal people do. You know what I mean.”
I couldn’t believe I was indirectly praising Desai.
“It’s tough to move on,” I added, trying to convince both of us. “But we’ll have to.”
We both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of our words hanging between us. Nidhi seemed lost in thought, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we had both shared more than we intended. Finally, I stood up, breaking the tension.
“Take care of yourself, Nidhi,” I said gently. “It’s all in our mind. We only need to keep our mind straight.”
She nodded slowly.
 
The thought of having praised Desai in front of Nidhi haunted me for the rest of the day. I could not shake the bitterness of that irony. At a deep corner of my mind, I knew that Desai too had the responsibility to stop when Meera told him no. He should have paused for a moment to remember the promise he had made to me. Despite saying that he would never do anything to jeopardize my and Meera’s life, he had proceeded to force himself upon her, manipulating her frustrations and weaknesses to turn his fantasy into reality. I should have hated him. But instead, what was I doing? Unwittingly singing his praises.
 
Desai had etched himself deeply into the memories of every woman around me. Nidhi. Meera. Ananya.
Nidhi, who still dreamed of him, and I, unknowingly feeding her hunger with my words. I could only laugh at myself for adding fuel to the fire of her longing, as if I hadn’t already created enough chaos in my own life.
 
By the time the workday ended, my mind was a tangled mess. I stopped by a bar on the way home, hoping a drink might quiet the noise in my head. The place was quiet, almost empty, except for a young couple sitting at the farthest corner. The girl, her face buried in the boy's shoulder, appeared to be sobbing, with a glass of liquor in her hand. I couldn't help but wonder why it felt like I was constantly surrounded by troubled women.
I was on my second round when my phone buzzed, displaying Maithrei’s name. The sight triggered an immediate memory - yet another woman who had a past of surrendering to Desai's charms.
I suddenly felt like my life was surrounded by women who had been visitors of Desai's bed. Why was it that every woman in my circle seemed to carry a trace of his manliness? I asked myself that question as I answered the phone.
“Hello Krish! Have you heard about Alpine Heights?” Maithrei asked without any introduction. The excitement in her voice irritated me for no reason.
“Alpine Heights?” I thought it must be some hotel and she was probably trying to carry on with the flirting from where she left previous evening. “No, should I have?”
Maithrei giggled, as if I had responded as expected. “You own a flat there, Krish! That building complex has been officially rebranded now. It used to just be under my company’s name, but now it’s called Alpine Heights. We’re almost sold out. I was just checking to see if you ever thought of selling your unit.”
I remembered now. The flat that she had sold me at an extensive discount offer, long way back, had been lying vacant since then. The truth was that I hardly remembered owning such a property in these days.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” I admitted, my mind still reeling from everything else. “But… maybe. I’ll let you know.”
There was a small silence on the line, as though Maithrei sensed my lack of enthusiasm.
“Where are you right now?” she asked.
“Out for a drink,” I said.
“Where?”
I had to think a minute to recollect the name of the bar I was sitting, before I told her.
“Oh, alone?”
Maithrei asked again.
“Yeah,” I said. I was slightly getting irritated now, but I still added, “Do you want to join?”
“If you’re buying.” Came her quick reply. “And I’m staying over the counter; no fancy tables.”
Oh. I sighed. I might end up praising Desai to her too. I thought in my mind.
And I said, “Deal.”
 
A few minutes later, Maithrei entered the bar. Wearing a light blue kurta and a slightly large black bindi on her forehead, she looked out of place for a bar. But nevertheless, her presence instantly lit up the place. She saw me, smiling as she walked over, and hugged me as I got up to greet her. Only when I felt the softness of her breasts pressing against my chest did I notice that she wasn't wearing a shawl, and her breasts were simply a visual to warm any man's thoughts. The scent of her perfume was the same as the one from the previous night, which instantly brought back memories of sitting with her in the car on our way to the concert and the kiss we shared.
"You were waiting just behind that door, I guess. So quick, how, I wonder," I said, then added, "You are magic."
Maithrei smiled again. "Show me a place, boy," she said.
We moved to the counter, settled in, and ordered drinks. She looked at me, a sparkle in her eye as she told me about her hectic day.
"It’s been a nightmare, honestly. I’ve been running around all day. I’m no longer a doctor. I’m soon to be a patient," she said, laughing as she took a sip. "I feel like I haven’t stopped moving."
"You sound like you could use more than one drink," I replied, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. "Right? I feel like a mess." She looked at me, eyes bright as she continued, "But now I’m with you, so I’m feeling better already."
I laughed, watching her sip her drink.
I watched the shape of her lips, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those lips were also enjoyed by Desai. I was sure he must have tasted them as much as he wanted, and he would have even shoved his dick into her mouth. I had seen Maithrei in bed with Desai long ago, and how she had been craving his dick that day!
I wondered if she still remembered him and how his dick felt when he was fucking her, just like he had with Meera the night before. The thought made me imagine Maithrei lying in her bed, and her pussy getting pierced by Desai's thick meat.
I felt a sense of rage, born from disappointment and anger, boiling inside me. I could feel the temperature rising.
 
Maithrei finished the sip and caught me staring, raising an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Krish?"
"Nothing," I shook my head slightly, without looking away. "You look beautiful."
She blinked, surprised, and then broke into a wide smile. "Well, that’s unexpected," she said, giggling. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."
 
We talked and joked for a while, and I could see the pressure vanishing from her. After finishing the second drink, she glanced at me, smiling.
“I’ve actually felt really tense all day,” she admitted. “But… I’m happy now. Thank you for spending time with me.”
“Anytime,” I replied, meaning it.
When I finished my drink, she hesitated a bit before asking, “Would you mind taking me for a drive?”
I wanted another drink but quickly decided against it. “I’ll be happy to.”
 
We left the bar and walked to the parking lot on the left side of the bar. I opened the front door of my car for her, and she slid in. As she settled down, I couldn't help but watch the shine of her cleavage, the beauty of that valley, despite the limited illumination in the parking lot. Again, the thought of Desai crept into my mind, against my will. His greedy lips and tongue, feasting on those melons. I writhed in jealousy.
As I walked around the car to reach my seat, I tried to find solace in the fact that nowadays, she was openly flirting with me. It was no secret how much she was attracted to me. She would have dreamt of making love to me, just as she would have about Desai. I thought of Desai learning about it, and I felt a sense of satisfaction creeping into my mind.
I got into the driving seat and smiled at her. She looked relaxed, the edge of her hair shining from the yellow light falling from the street light. I realised that I was enjoying being around her, and I wondered if it was because she was the ex-girlfriend of Desai.
“So, where are we headed?” she asked, when I started the car.
I laughed. “Let’s drive to Chennai. I hope it’s just a few hours…”
Maithrei pinched my cheek and laughed. “I’m not sure I’m up for Chennai tonight, but I wish we could find seashore right now.”
Even though the car was started, I didn’t drive it. I couldn’t help but find myself captivated by the way her lips moved and how her laughter softened her expression. I couldn’t look away; the attraction stimulated something inside me. Before I knew it, I leaned over and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers.
 
Her eyes went wide with shock, and she stiffened, pulling back. She managed to push against my chest, and the next thing I felt was her palm landing across my.
“What the hell, Krish?” she gasped, her voice filled with disbelief and hurt.
I froze, the sting on my cheek grounding me instantly. I couldn’t speak.
Maithrei sighed, glancing around the parking lot, her eyes scanning for anyone who might be nearby. She looked back at me, visibly annoyed.
“Krish, what were you thinking? Right here in the parking lot?” she whispered sharply.
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a bit foolish.
“I’m sorry. I just... I couldn’t help it. You looked incredible.”
She took a breath, softening a little. “Just drive me home, Krish. We better leave now.”
“Of course, of course,” I replied, quickly engaging the gear and hitting the road towards her place.
We both fell silent for a few minutes. And then I decided to break it.
“I’m sorry. Maithrei. I got caught up in the moment.”
She didn’t say anything. But eventually, after ten minutes’ drive, she sighed and looked over at me. “You couldn’t control yourself, huh?” She gave a small, knowing smile. “Alright then, let’s talk.”
She said and pointed towards a road towards left. “Turn there.”
Surprised, I followed her instructions, turning onto a deserted road. I noticed it was dark, no street lights around. She kept looking around and then gestured to a dark spot just off the road.
“Pull over there, and turn off the headlights,” she instructed.
I did as she said, turning off the car. And she turned to me readily.
“Now,” she whispered. “You can do whatever you want. No one’s here to see us.”
 
I was stunned by the sudden change in the atmosphere. A few minutes ago, I had been reeling from the insult of a slap across my cheek. And here I was, being presented with a chance of redemption.
I didn’t wait another moment as I leaned toward Maithrei. I felt a surge of energy I hadn’t expected – like all the frustration and anger that had been building inside me had finally found an outlet. Our lips met, and I greedily devoured her lips. They were soft and warm, but I was hungry for more. I pressed my thumb and middle fingers against her cheeks to open her mouth, and invaded it with my tongue, inviting her for a tongue dance. She gave in quickly, and we sucked on each other’s tongues and lips, breathlessly.
 
Maithrei’s response grew with intent, as she leaned towards me with her face still in my hands, as if to gesture that she wanted to surrender to me. And my hand dropped to her breasts, soon worming inside the neckline of her kurta. My fingers plunged into the abundance of her softness, though the tightness of the fabric was limiting my movement. I reached behind her with my left hand to unzip the kurta and then slid down the shoulders. I pulled down the bra strap too, and I made sure I pulled down the clothes enough to reveal a major part of her left breast. And then, I hurriedly pushed my right palm into her bra, this time successfully rewarding myself with the pleasure of touching the bare softness of her breast. My lips remained locked with hers, still expressing my eagerness to suck them. As soon as my fingers found the hardness of her tit inside her half open bra cup, I cupped my palm under her breast and took it out. The whole of her left breast was out, and I hurried to lower my mouth to start sucking her tit. Maithrei gasped at my nonstop charge. It turned into a soft moan as I circled my tongue around the centre of it, and at the same time my hand dropped further to caress her belly over the kurta. I squeezed at the soft side of the belly and then brought my hands to feel over her thighs. The fabric of her palazzo was much thinner than the kurta, and I could feel the smoothness of her thighs over it.
Maithrei leaned back on the seat, with her arms holding me like an invitation. I adjusted my seat backward too, to find space to lean towards her. The confined space inside the car was trying its best to slow us down but the excitement to beat it was thriving inside us. My right hand soon reached between her legs, and Maithrei simply opened her legs to let me touch her. I could sense the softness of her triangle mount, and I pushed my fingers to feel the slit. Maithrei gasped.
“Back seat?”
I broke the attention and stared at her eyes. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
“Yes…” I said, nodding.
I got back to my seat and pulled it forward, and then raised its backrest forward to create a gap between both the seats. Maithrei moved first through the gap and I soon followed. Once I landed on the backseat, I folded the left front seat forward to create more space in the back.
Maithrei was breathing hard, and watching me.
I stared back at her. “What?” I asked and then gestured at her kurta. “We can take it off, can’t we?”
Maithrei licked her lips, threw a glace around the car through the window panes, and then pulled the kurta over her head. I helped her, and a moment later, I had the slightly plumb body of hers for the pleasure of my eyes. Our eyes were now adjusted to the darkness and we could see the spark in our eyes each other.
“You are magic, I told you Maithrei.”
I whispered.
“Show me yours,” she said. “You’ve made me wait so long.”
I smiled and leaned forward. Our lips met with more vigour, and my hands literally ripped her bra off her body. Our kiss lasted seconds only, as she lay on her back on the seat and I climbed on her to start feasting on her breasts. This time, both of the soft melons were at my service. The memory of how Desai had sucked Meera's tits while fucking her in bed the day before suddenly came to haunt me. And I felt a feel of rage as I thought I was about to do the same with a woman he once considered his girlfriend. I knew I was going to enjoy this, a lot.
I wasted no time to pull down her palazzo, along with her panty. Maithrei did not show an iota of doubt to let me remove them. She just adjusted her long hair so as to avoid getting tousled in the act. The palazzo got stuck on her sandal, and I removed it too. With that she lay there in the complete glory of her nudeness.
“You’re beautiful, Maithrei. Absolutely stunning.” I said.
Maithrei chuckled softly, pleased to give me the full view of her body. “I’ve waited to hear that from you… for longer than you know.”
I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my mouth to her bare skin, tasting her, relishing the softness and the quiet gasps escaping her lips as I worked my way down her neck and across her chest. Her breath caught as I kissed each inch of her, pressing her back against the seat, making every moment last.
By the time my lips reached at her navel, my hands had already made its way between her legs, caressing the soft mount and rubbing her clit.
“Aaahhh…” I heard a moan from her. Soon I pushed my middle finger inside her, and Maithrei’s moan only got louder as I found wetness inside it.
I took my finger back and sucked it, looking right into her eyes.
Maithrei gasped at my gesture. “God.... Eat me, Krish.”
I brought my right knee to the floor of the car and bent me. But I still could not bring my mouth where I wanted. The lack of space in the car was about to beat me in this game.
“Next time you bring a big car when you come to fuck me, Krish,” Maithrei said with a giggle.
I laughed. “I’m not going home without tasting you, babe.”
“Mmm…” she laughed, “how?”
I moved her left foot into the driving seat and put my both palms under her thighs. Then I lifted her waist to bring her coveted triangle toward my mouth. I did it slowly to let her watch it.
“Like this,” I said with a smile and darted out my tongue to slowly land a clean single lick across her pussy.
“Oh…” Maithrei gasped. I saw her belly throbbing.
“You are worth every moment I thought of you, Krish. I can’t believe I’m living this,” she said.
Desai's ex was singing praise of me. I felt all the insults that I had been accumulating while listening to Meera and Nidhi indirectly to praise the masculinity of Desai was just reversed. And I pressed my mouth to her pussy with great hunger, and slurped all the moisture off it. But it had started to ooze out more. And the way her fingers gripped my hair, how she held her hips up for me – it felt like she was lost in the moment as much as I was.
She was ready.
I put her waist down and smiled at her. “Worth it.”
Maithrei giggled and her eyes remained locked with mine. She adjusted her hair again.
When I finally moved back up, pressing my body against hers, she looked at me with a wild gleam in her eyes. “Take me, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
Finally, unable to hold back, I shifted, lowering my pants as I positioned myself between her legs. The space was tight, but somehow that made everything feel even more intense, the urgency and closeness building to a feverish experience. I lifted her left leg, resting it over the driver’s seat, while her right leg dbangd across the back seat’s headrest, opening her completely to me. She gasped, and as I entered her, I couldn’t help but think of Desai and Meera – how I had watched him take her, how I had felt helpless to intervene. Now, with Maithrei, it felt like I was reclaiming something I had lost that night.
I pushed hard into her, deriving a moan that fell to my ears like a pleasing song, making me desperate to hear more. I pushed again and again, and the rhythm between us grew as we lost ourselves in the movement. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, as if grounding us both in the intensity of it all.
“Oh… Krish…” she moaned, her voice rich with satisfaction, urging me on. “Yes… just like that.”
With every thrust, my hands found their way to Maithrei’s body, my fingers curving around her breasts, squeezing them as though I was claiming each part of her for myself. Her skin was warm and soft against my touch, and the way she moaned with each press of my thumbs over her nipples drove me deeper into my own need. I couldn’t get enough of how her body responded, arching and moving in time with me.
My hands slipped down, and every inch of her felt alive in my grip, and I could feel her shivering as I traced her waist. Her hands tightened on my shoulders, pulling me closer, her eyes flashing with raw, breathless desire. Each touch, every sound from her lips, spurred me on, making me want to consume every part of her with a fierce, almost primal need.
Then, in a brief pause, a car passed nearby, its headlights illuminating her face. For that fleeting moment, I saw her fully – the light washing over her features, catching the subtle glow of her skin, her eyes closed in pleasure. She looked breath-taking.
When the light faded, she whispered, “More… please, Krish. Don’t hold back.”
“You’re incredible, Maithrei,” I managed, my voice rough. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She smiled, meeting my gaze. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”
With a sense of urgency, I turned her around, gripping her hips as I entered her from behind. “Yes… oh, God, yes… Krish…”
Her cries urged me on, her body meeting mine, her voice ringing in my ears.
“You’re so good, Krish…make me yours…” she gasped, her voice almost a plea. “Make me forget everything but this.”
Her words drove me wild, and I fucked her with renewed intensity, feeling the tightness of the pussy as we lost ourselves in the moment. She looked back at me, her expression one of pure bliss. And then she leaned forward, bracing herself against the back of the seat.
“Oh…my god! Aaaahhh…Kreeeesh….!”
Her cries were the peak of it, and I could feel the waves of her orgasm, with her grip over the seat tightening. Her head sank down to the seat, and I could still hear her breathing hard to contain the pleasure of her sudden explosion. I lost myself in those moments as I landed a few more intense thrusts into her and then let go completely. I felt the last of my frustration and anger dissolve in the intensity of the moment as I filled her pussy with my cum. I hadn’t just come inside a woman. I had avenged my loss. At least I felt so, for a moment.
Maithrei fell on to the seat as I pulled off her, and we both lay on the seat, catching our breaths.
After a moment, she reached for me, and we kissed again, this time slower but just as intense. Her hands were soft against my face, and her smile had warmness to it that I hadn’t seen in her before.
As we parted, she let out a long sigh, still smiling. “That was worth the wait.”
“You,” I murmured, watching her with a grin, “are pure magic.”
 
She soon started dressing, reaching around for her clothes, but paused with a puzzled look. “Where’s my… oh, my panties?”
I looked around, spotting it beneath the seat. I grabbed them, bringing them close to my face before handing them to her, and I couldn’t resist a playful grin. “Mmm… your scent. How much I love it.”
She snatched it from me, her cheeks pink, and smirked. “You’re such a pervert, Krish.”
We both laughed, and she slid her clothes back on, and fixed her hair. As she glanced at me, she chuckled, noting that aside from lowering my pants, I hadn’t fully undressed. “Next time, I’m stripping you completely first.” She said.
I laughed, “sure.”
 
After we composed ourselves, we returned to the front seats, and I started the car to drop her off at home. The drive was relaxed, the silence comfortable, broken only by the occasional shared glance and knowing smile.
 
We stopped at a street vendor for sugarcane juice, both of us relishing the cold, refreshing drink. She took a sip, looked at me with a mischievous grin, and giggled. “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home.”
 
Her comment made me pause. Suddenly, Meera came rushing back into my thoughts. Guilt and an unsettling quiet settled around me, as if the world had somehow paused.
On my way back home, alone, the weight of what I had done started to settle in, creeping through my mind like a slow chill. I had slept with other women before, sure.
Ananya, Nikita, Sheelu…
Some of those encounters happened when Meera and I were separated, even with her encouragement, as she pushed me to move on. She wanted me to explore, to feel something new if it helped me let go of her. But some moments – with some of those women – were just outright cheating, no different than what Meera had done with Desai the night before. And yet, somehow, none of those encounters felt as raw as this one.
There was a different burden attached to this mating session with Maithrei; a wound that would feel deeper because of the time, the circumstances. Here I was, questioning Meera’s commitment, holding her accountable for what she did with Desai, while I was with Maithrei. My stomach twisted with a strange sense of irony. What does that leave me with now? What right do I have to confront her, to hold her to some standard I hadn’t even kept myself?
Maybe I could say I was angry, frustrated with Desai’s hold over her, over both of us. And that was the truth, but how far would that excuse carry me? Did it somehow make this any better? I wanted to believe it did, but deep down, I knew it wouldn’t pass any test of morality.
Had I just cancelled out her cheating with my own?
As the ride progressed, I was forced to believe that it was my destiny that had propelled me into this.
I’d cheated, yes, but in some odd way, I felt that this might help me understand and forgive Meera. Maithrei’s words echoed in my mind, “I hope this rejuvenates you before you get home” and a strange sense of clarity came over me. She was obviously talking about the sugarcane juice, but the incident with her would and should, rejuvenate me before I got home.
Perhaps this moment, this mistake, was what I needed to save my mind from going insane.
By the time I reached home, I was fully committed to the thought that I hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no other way.
 
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Chapter 45 continues...

That night after dinner I mustered the courage to ask Meera a question that had been gnawing at me. I needed clarity.
“I’ve asked you many times if you were satisfied with me, and you always said it was okay. But why didn’t you tell me the truth? Why didn’t you share how you were really feeling?”
Meera’s eyes lowered, and she took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to believe there was an issue between us, Krish,” she said softly.
“But there was an issue, and you turned to Desai?” I asked.
"I... I don’t know, Krish. I’ve been trying to figure it out myself. When I saw Desai at the concert with another woman, I was pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. We didn’t get a chance to talk there, but I felt his eyes on me the entire time. It was like he was struggling to move on, just as much as I was."
"But why didn’t you try telling me about it? Why did you let it happen?"
"I didn’t know it was about to happen. When he offered to drop me home, he asked Vaikha to stay with Piyush. In the car, we didn’t talk much – just about business, the music, and a little about you."
"And when you got home?"
"He didn't enter the house at first because he didn’t want you to see us together. He asked me not to tell you. But later, when I mentioned you weren’t home, everything changed. I’ve never seen him so desperate, Krish. And in that moment, I think he was just a reflection of my own desperation. And confused as well."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she clutched at her chest as if to hold onto the words she was about to say. "I love you, Krish. What happened with Desai was a momentary lapse, a mistake that I deeply regret. I deserve any punishment you think is fair. But I want to be with you, as your wife, and try to rebuild what we have."
"What if Desai wants to do it again? Is this going to happen again?" I asked.
"No, Krish!" Her voice was firm and almost defensive, as if she were horrified by the suggestion that she might be secretly seeing Desai again. "I’m still trying to understand why I did what I did. But I know it was a mistake, and I don’t want to go down that path again."
The remorse in her voice and the vulnerability in her eyes were hard to ignore. I moved closer, sitting beside her, and gently wiped away her tears, feeling a mixture of pain and love.
"Meera," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion, "I told you. I love you too, no matter what.”
Meera hugged me tightly, and I felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar comfort of her presence. Her arms wrapped around me, a silent promise of reconciliation and healing. I kissed her, a tender, reassuring gesture.
As our lips met, a strong surge of desire surged through me. Her lips were soft, and the taste of her, felt like Maithrei’s.
Suddenly I felt she was just another woman waiting to be saved from Desai's grip.
I broke the kiss briefly, gazing into her eyes. "Meera, I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you too, Krish.”
She said and kissed me back, parting her lips and letting me deepen the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and the kiss grew more passionate. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as if trying to erase the distance that had come between us. The tension we’d been holding started to melt away, replaced by a desperate longing to reconnect.
Meera pulled my body on top of hers, and I climbed, starting to rub my dick between her legs, both of us still in our clothes. I was hard as hell, feeling the heat and softness through the fabric.
"Do you want me?" I asked, my voice thick with desire.
"Yes," she breathed.
I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. "I might not be as good as Desai," I remarked.
She smiled softly, touching my cheek. "It's okay, I'll manage."
She was cute, at her best.
I got up and swiftly pulled down her leggings and panties together, then quickly removed my own clothes. Without wasting a moment, I shoved my hard dick inside her and started fucking her. Meera moaned, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching to meet my thrusts.
As I started fucking Meera, I was immediately struck by how wet and smooth she felt. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was because of our passionate kiss or if it was still the lingering effect of Desai’s intense lovemaking from the night before. The way she was so warm and slick around me heightened my desire, and I could feel the mix of arousal and confusion swirling in my mind.
Each thrust seemed to remind me of the contrast between what I was giving her and what she’d experienced before. The intensity of her responses made me question just how much of this was about me and how much was still tied to the memories of Desai. I pushed harder and deeper, trying to drown out those thoughts and focus solely on the pleasure I was giving her.
As I moved inside her, flashes of last night came to mind. The image of Desai fucking her deeply, her moans echoing in my head. It aroused me even more, spurring me to thrust harder, deeper, driven by a mix of jealousy and desire.
I paused a moment to pull up her top, and she quickly removed it and threw it away. Her breasts were in front of me, and I arched inward to suck them for a while. Meera pulled up my T-shirt and got me naked. Her hands were everywhere, just like she had behaved with Desai.
I fucked her harder than I remembered doing in the past six months. Every thrust was deep and intense, driven by a mix of longing and raw desire. Meera responded with equal fervour, her moans growing louder, her hips moving in sync with mine.
The thought of Desai inside her pushed me further, my movements becoming more frantic. I could feel the build-up, the pressure growing inside me. I thrust deeper, faster, driven by the need to feel her completely.
Meera's nails dug into my back as I continued, her moans filling the room. She hadn't reached her climax yet, but I was too lost in my own need to slow down. With one final thrust, I reached my peak, filling her with my heavy load. I couldn’t help but wonder for a moment how I was able to deliver another heavy load of cum in the matter of few hours, that too with two different women.
 
But as I lay there, catching my breath after the intense sex, my mind was a mess of emotions. We had reconnected, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Desai and what he had done with her. He had given her two intense orgasms, and I felt like I couldn’t measure up. I wondered if I’d ever be able to make her feel the same way he did. It wasn’t just about the physical part – it was about feeling like I wasn’t good enough. I was worried that I might never satisfy her like he had. My wife was a special woman and she deserved a man like Desai. This doubt lingered, making it hard for me to fully enjoy the closeness we had just shared.
 
During breakfast in the morning, I brought up the subject again. “Meera, I don’t want Desai to know that I’m aware of what happened,” I said.
Meera nodded readily. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” she replied. “I want him to think of it as a one-time opportunity. Maybe if he sees it that way, it’ll help him move on. It might satisfy his cravings and allow him to move on more easily.”
“What about you, though? How do you feel about all this?”
Meera reached for my hand, her touch warm and comforting. “I have moved on, baby, I just want you.” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity.
Her words brought a smile to my face. I squeezed her hand gently. “I just love what you said.” I said.
 
Things felt a lot better after this brief chat.
I had a wife who truly had cheated on me, but I was ready to forgive her. I had cheated on her too, and I felt it was required to bring me an equilibrium, to keep my mind in a sane condition so that I could forgive her. I thought whether I should tell her the truth about Maithrei, but I decided against it immediately for the fear of ruining everything I had resurrected after that.
 
That day at office, when I met Nidhi, I couldn’t help but think if I was ever going to have sex with her too. I was still intoxicated by the energy I felt when I was mating with Maithrei, imagining that I was avenging what Desai had done to me.
I quickly forced myself to look away from Nidhi.
 
That night when I and Meera went to bed, I remembered what she told me the previous night.
“You told me I can give you any punishment I felt is fair, didn’t you?” I asked.
Meera looked at me with a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Yes, what punishment do you have in mind?”
I leaned back against the raised pillow and gestured toward my crotch. “How about fulfilling this particular request?” I said with a teasing smile.
Meera giggled softly at my request. “I’d be happy to undergo this punishment often,” she replied with a playful grin.
She then climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Moving between my legs, she pulled down my pants with practiced ease. Without hesitation, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I sighed deeply, feeling a mix of relief and pleasure as she began. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, sending waves of sensation through me.
Meera took me into her mouth with a fervour that quickly heightened the intensity of the moment. Her lips and tongue moved with a deliberate, skilled rhythm, sending waves of pleasure through me.
And soon Meera climbed on to my lap and kissed me. Her lips, fresh from giving the fellatio, felt softer than ever. And how her lips and tongue moved in and out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but sense the heightened eagerness in her to mate with me. And it soon brought back the memories of that night. My wife, having yielded to Desai's manliness, was now hell-bent to conquer me. As if Desai's rough passion was driving her. But this realisation didn’t bring the bitterness I’d have expected. Instead, it added fervour to my response. After she rode my dick for long, I claimed my turn to get between her legs and shoved my dick into her pussy that I suddenly imagined to have freshly fucked by Desai. I felt the urge to fuck harder and to my surprise, I lasted like forever. I fucked her long enough to make her cry, and when she reached that peak, her voice was almost a scream. The look on her face mirrored my own sense of conquest, and I felt, just for a moment, like I had somehow taken back my world.
 
Afterward, as we lay together catching our breaths, her fingers still tangled in mine, she looked at me, her eyes wide. "You were... different tonight," she murmured, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Maybe it was because of… you know?” she didn’t say the name. “You feel that too, don’t you?”
I nodded, realizing that she was right. My excitement had been fuelled by that night, but not just by her. It was Desai’s presence that lingered, that somehow added a charge to every touch. And I knew in that instant, as I felt our connection slowly subside, that this newfound energy between us would fade. This intensity, the thrill, was not from me alone; it was from that ghost of Desai lingering in the background. I could feel it – a strange clarity settling in.
 
Even as we lay there, promising each other we would keep him out of our lives, I was left with the realization that only Desai could truly satisfy her in that way. And, silently, that knowledge burned within me, a quiet, unsettling truth.
 
As the days passed, my mental state was a whirlwind of emotions. I hated that it had happened, felt betrayed, and also regretful of the fact that I too had ended up betraying her
Yet, I felt a twisted relief that it occurred in front of me—if it had happened while I was absent, I would have remained oblivious. The images of Desai thrusting into her, her moans, and the way she climaxed twice left me with a mix of jealousy and an unsettling thrill. Part of me was satisfied to have seen something I had longed to see for long in the past, even though it came too late to consider as an enjoyable experience. I couldn’t decide whether to hate Desai or accept that what happened was a matter of fate. The realization that this wasn’t the first time they had slept together helped me find some solace, enabling me to process and eventually move on from the experience.
 
The nights with Meera continued, and despite our deep connection and intense sessions of lovemaking, I found myself struggling. Many times I had to try my old trick – pulling out before climaxing and then starting again – hoping that would do the trick. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring her to orgasm like Desai did.
 
As the nights passed, I realized something. It wasn’t about my efforts or technique. I was putting in long, intense sessions, but it seemed that Meera’s body just wasn’t responding the way I hoped.
 
One evening, after yet another attempt, I decided I had to address it. “Meera,” I said, feeling a mix of frustration and concern, “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been getting fully satisfied... I mean orgasms. I’m trying everything I can, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Do you have any idea why this is happening?”
She looked at me with a thoughtful smile. “It’s not that important to me, Krish. I’m happy with what we have. What you give me is more than enough. I feel loved and cherished.”
Her words brought me some relief, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. Meera deserved a certain level of intensity every time, and it was quiet annoying to think that only Desai could provide it.
 
I wondered if I’d ever really be enough for her. I thought about that night when she seemed fully satisfied, but only because I had tried to act like Desai, allowing myself to channel Desai’s passion, mirroring his intensity. Was that what she needed? The thought distressed me deeply. Maybe Desai could give her that pleasure effortlessly, while I was left struggling to keep up.
It felt like a bitter truth, but one that was growing clearer.
 
As I lay there watching Meera sleep seemingly peacefully, I felt an emptiness growing – a feeling that no matter what I did, I might never be capable of providing what she truly wanted.

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I see many of the readers are disappointed with the last update. I admit that some portions of this chapter was hurriedly written but I think I haven't hurried the story. I want to assure you that I have already made up my mind how the story will progress and how it will end. Whatever events that were in the chapter were written accordingly. But I can't say your comments didn't have any impact. They have definitely helped me enhance the impact of many happenings in the story. Sometimes I fail to convey the right emotions/nuances of the story. I am just an amateur writer. Anyway I am pleased to have some criticisms which actually helps me learn more. When I go through some other stories I sometimes see a lot of comments praising the story which actually I felt were mediocre. I understand some writers, especially new comers, need positive comments to keep going, but I believe I am past that phase. So I welcome criticisms, just like I welcome well conveyed positive remarks. I would like to talk more about it, but I'm running short of time. I need to sleep now, because I need to wake up at 5 am.

About the next update, I think I will be able to post it on next Sunday.
Thank you for reading and commenting on the my story. Your comments and thoughts are actually the driving force behind my thirst to write. The story is coming to conclusion (like my friend mentioned above, it's gonna last 50-52 chapters) and I hope I will be able to meet the expectations in terms of quality.
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Chapter - 46

Despite my self-doubts, I was determined to stay patient. I wanted Meera for myself, and I was committed to finding a way to happiness between us. I knew that if I could do it before, I could do it again. With time and persistence, I believed I’d eventually give her the pleasure she deserved.

 
The next morning, while I was at work, Maithrei phoned me. Seeing her name on the screen, I felt a hint of last night’s thrill.
“Hey,” she greeted me softly. I could tell she was calling just to hear my voice, maybe to relive the heat of last night in the close confinement of my car.
"How are you doing?" I asked casually.
She gave a light laugh. "Still carrying a hangover, I think."
“But you only had two pegs,” I teased.
"Two pegs! Mr. Krish, please don’t make me talk about it.” She giggled, clearly aware of my teasing tone.
“Come on. What would you talk about?”
A pause, then a sigh. "Nothing,” she replied, but I sensed she wanted to say more. She continued, “You know, it felt… well, like a little girl who’s waiting for her birthday gift. And when she finally gets it, the gift turns out to be beyond anything she’d imagined. Except… I didn’t even know when my birthday was; I was just waiting."
I laughed lightly, “Don’t tell me you’re planning on ditching your husband for me, Maithrei.”
“Krish, stop teasing me, alright?” She said. “I know what it was. I know the boundaries. What about you? How do you see it?”
“I told you, it was worth it,” I answered smoothly.
“No, you didn’t say that. That was my line.”
“Yours, mine—what’s the difference? It was us.”
I heard her smile through the phone, “You’re right,” she murmured.
A brief pause hung between us before she spoke again. “Just… don’t tell anyone about it, okay? Especially not Desai.”
“I don’t plan on telling anyone,” I replied, though I couldn’t resist asking, “But… why are you so wary of Desai?”
She said, “I moved on from him a long time ago. And truthfully, he moved on from me first. Since then, I’ve kept it professional, more or less.”
“More or less?”
“Yes, well… with him, things have a way of getting complicated,” she admitted. “If he gets curious about us… he’d start finding reasons to talk about it. Talking with him always leads somewhere.”
I realized this was why she probably had no idea what was happening between Desai and Meera. I hesitated, then asked, “So… I guess you’ve completely moved on from him?”
 
“Yes, Krish. But I’ll admit, if he knew about this, he’d get excited,” she added, her tone half-joking, half-knowing. “That’s… something in his genes, I guess.”
 
Even though she sounded like she was joking, I couldn’t ignore the fact that she, as a psychologist, probably has read Desai better than anyone could. As our call ended, I found a sense of relief. If Maithrei had managed to get rid of Desai’s hold, maybe it really was possible for others too.
 
It wasn’t that I felt no remorse after the night with Maithrei; I kept thinking about the hypocrite I had become. There were moments when I considered confessing to Meera, but every time I thought about it, I hesitated. How could I say anything without seeming like a hypocrite? After all, I had confronted her after she slept with Desai. Admitting what I had done would only expose my double standards, and I couldn’t bear the thought of how that would make me look – to her or even to myself.
Deep down, I acknowledged that I was indeed a hypocrite. I had questioned her ability to exercise self-control while I had failed to do the same for myself. As I considered my options, I decided it was best to wait. Maybe there would be a time to be honest with her, but not now.
There was also a strange sense of relief in what had happened with Maithrei. It felt as if it had lifted some of the tension I had been carrying since Meera’s betrayal. It helped me set aside my anger toward her and Desai, almost like I had let go of some of the bad feelings tied to their night together. My encounter with Maithrei had come at just the right time; I felt calmer, almost at peace, as though I’d regained a bit of control over my own emotions.
So, I decided to keep it to myself.
 
A week after the concert, Desai video-called me at the office. He, too, was at work, but no matter how professional the setting, I couldn’t shake the image of him – nude, muscular, on my bed, with my wife. The memory of him grunting and thrusting between her spread legs dried my throat. I forced a smile, but it felt hollow.
The conversation started off business-like, but eventually, he asked, "How’s Meera doing?"
I hesitated before responding and then asked, “Why didn’t you come to talk to her at the concert? I thought you'd come over to have a chat with her.”
“I wanted to, bro,” Desai said casually. “But I held back somehow. I didn’t want to per her in a tough spot, especially with Piyush around. Anyways, when we went for food after the event, we had a nice, cool chat.”
Especially with Piyush around. Of course, because Piyush knew that Meera had slept with him.
Desai was bragging about his so-called self-control and sensibility, but I knew what he had done in reality. I had seen it – how he had overpowered Meera’s resistance, his raw hunger consuming her. Yet here he was, acting as if he had handled everything with restraint.
“Thanks for caring about our life, Desai,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I’ve been working hard to move on from the past, too. I think I’ve finally found contentment living a normal life with Meera. Just the two of us, like any regular husband and wife – purely attached to each other.”
Desai’s response came after a second’s pause, “My heart goes out to you too, Krish.”
I pushed a little further. “You should find someone for yourself, Desai. It’s time you stop chasing married women and focus on singles.”
Desai chuckled, “I’ll take that advice, man.”
 
The next time he called me was a week later. I was at the office when he phoned to say he had been approached by a business group that wanted security services for a new venture they were launching in Mumbai. However, their business was located on the outskirts of the city.
“One of their earlier ventures is just outside Pune,” Desai said. “I think you could benefit more from this than I could. I’m going to recommend Vickey Security Services to them if you’re interested. You should let them know that you’re ready to take on the security responsibilities for both of their ventures in Pune and Mumbai.”
 
It was a promising expansion opportunity for me. When the group contacted me, I followed Desai’s advice exactly. The team was impressed with Vickey Security Services. They soon decided to cut ties with their previous security providers and signed an agreement with my company.
I was thrilled with the sudden signing of two business deals – it felt like hitting the jackpot. My business was growing, and I ended up hiring more guards to meet the demand.
 
When I called Desai to express my gratitude, he said, “A thank-you over the phone isn’t enough, Krish. A big party is long overdue.”
I laughed, “You’re right, Desai. Let’s see if we can both find a free weekend.”
Even though I replied positively, I didn’t initiate anything to find a free weekend. A party would mean inviting him closer into my life again, and after everything, I wasn’t in a rush for that.
But the fate had other decisions.
 
Almost three weeks passed, and then there was a grand wedding in our neighbourhood. Ritu, the only daughter of Mr Sharma, fondly mentioned by all as Sharma Ji, one of the prominent figures in the area, was getting married. Known for his friendly nature and generosity, Sharma Ji’s daughter’s wedding was anticipated to be a lavish affair. Not a day passed without hearing a new development about the event.
 
As the preparations progressed, Mr Sharma approached me with a special request. He wanted me to personally invite Desai, who had become somewhat known to him from his occasional visits during his stay at my place. My mind was on high alert the moment I heard his name.
Desai, back in my social obligations. I didn’t like the thought, but social expectation left me no room to decline.
As a gesture of respect, though reluctantly, I dialled Desai’s number and placed the call on speaker, giving Sharma Ji the opportunity to speak directly. Hearing the ringing tone felt like I was dialling up memories I had tried hard to bury.
When Desai picked up, Sharma Ji excitedly shared the news. “Desai Ji, my daughter is getting married,” he said cheerfully. He went on to talk about the details before inviting Desai. “We’ve reserved ten rooms at a local hotel for our guests, but if you prefer, you can stay at Krish’s place. I know you’d prefer to stay with your close friend, but I will surely respect your choice in that. It’s entirely up to you, but you must come to the party.”
Sharma Ji looked at me expectantly, hoping I’d support his request. It was an offer I wished I didn’t have to make. I gripped the phone tightly as memories of the concert night flashed through my mind – Desai in my house, in my bed, and his hands on Meera’s body.
Desai’s silence on the other end made me realize that I had no choice but to side with Sharma Ji.
“You can stay with us, Desai. It’s just an evening. You’ll be catching the earliest return flight in the morning.”
I had to force the words out. The very idea of Desai entering my house again, sharing space with me and Meera, felt suffocating. But I had no choice. I didn’t want Desai to sense that I knew what he had done to Meera. I also didn’t want Sharma Ji to think things weren’t right between us.
Desai finally responded, “Thank you, Krish. And thank you, Sharma Ji. I’m honoured to have your invitation. I’ll surely be there with you for this auspicious occasion.”
I forced a smile at Sharma Ji as the call ended. He walked away pleased, oblivious to the inner storm brewing in me. My thoughts were already on fire.
 
I had no idea how Meera would react to Desai’s return. I only knew that the memories his presence would stir in her mind would be more vivid than mine. I wasn’t sure what those memories would do to her. Would she like it? Would she hate it? Or worse, would she hate me for forcing her to revisit those memories? So many questions, without answers. The only certainty was that Desai was coming back – whether I was ready or not.
 
When Meera learned about Desai staying at our house for the wedding, she was visibly upset and voiced her anger as soon as we were alone.
“Why did you invite him to stay here?” she asked. “This is just going to bring up all the old issues again.”
I tried to explain my side. “Meera, if I had told him no, he might have guessed that something was off. He could’ve realized I knew about that night, since I’ve shown no issues with him until now. Even after that incident, we’ve had numerous discussions for professional reasons. Even the recent deal signings; I’m not saying I am taking favours from him. I’m saying I’ve been acting cool around him because that’s the best way to keep him away, right? If he found out I was aware all along, it wouldn’t go over well. Besides, I thought keeping our issues private would be better. That’s why I couldn’t refuse Sharma Ji.”
But Meera shook her head. “Krish, I’m not comfortable with him being here. I thought we were trying to move on from all of this.”
I understood her concerns. After being unable to stop him from imposing himself on her – and eventually giving in to him like a longing partner – Meera would now be embarrassed to face him in my presence. It would be challenging for her to act as though nothing had happened, especially since Desai didn’t know I was aware of it all.
“Then maybe you could talk to him privately. Call him and ask him not to stay at our house. Tell him you don’t want to see him here,” I suggested.
Meera stared at me. “You want me to call him?”
“It’s just one call. What’s the issue?”
“I’m not talking to him,” she replied firmly. “Never.”
I told her I understood, but the decision had already been made. I tried to reassure her. “We’ll manage, Meera. It’s only for one night, and we’ll be at the function venue for most of it. We can handle this.”
 
Despite my attempts to calm her, Meera remained nervous. As the wedding date approached, her tension grew. One day, she said she was ready to take my suggestion. She said she could convince Desai to stay at a hotel instead of our place.
I said okay.
Meera grabbed her phone and stared at Desai's phone number on its screen. I could see the hesitation brewing inside her.
“No.” Meera shook her head in disgust. “I can’t do it. I don’t want to talk to him.”
Watching her reluctance at the thought of speaking with Desai gave me an unexpected sense of satisfaction.
“It’s okay, baby.” I assured her, “You’re worrying too much, Meera. Just because he’s staying at our house doesn’t mean we’re welcoming him back into our lives. We’re not hosting him; Sharma Ji is. We’re just friends attending the same wedding. I told you, we can handle this, baby.”
 
To be honest, I was also anxious about the whole thing. The thought of Desai’s visit stirred up troubling memories, and I knew I’d have to confront vivid recollections of him with Meera. As the wedding day drew closer, my apprehension grew, and so did my curiosity. A part of me was eager to see how Meera would act around him. The prospect of seeing Desai and Meera interact again evoked unsettling images in my mind, intensifying my discomfort. Memories of their intimacy – the way he was with her, and how she responded – kept intruding, filling me with a mix of anxiety and unease.
 
Even though Meera was tense about Desai's arrival, she didn’t let it affect her preparations for the wedding. We went shopping together, and Meera meticulously picked out matching outfits for us, determined that our clothes would complement each other perfectly. As we headed back from our shopping trip, I mentioned how glad I was to see her moving on from her worries about Desai’s return.
Meera looked at me and slowly said, “I wish I could say I’ve moved on, Krish. But I know it’s not that easy.”
I gently squeezed her hand and nodded understandingly.
 
The wedding of Ritu - Sharma Ji’s daughter - was indeed a grand affair, spanning over three consecutive days.
They began with the Mehendi ceremony held at a beautifully decorated venue near our housing complex. Meera chose to get ready at a boutique each day. I got ready at home and reached the venue directly. When Meera arrived at the venue, she was adorned in a stunning yellow lehenga with a striped-back blouse. The intricate mehendi designs on her hands and feet looked like delicate ornaments, accentuating her beauty. The bright yellow fabric and the half-sleeved blouse highlighted her elegance, drawing admiring glances as she mingled with the guests. Meera’s perfect look made me wonder if she might outshine the bride herself. Nevertheless, she seamlessly blended into the lively atmosphere.
During the ceremony, mehendi was applied in elaborate patterns on Ritu’s hands and feet, and she was surrounded by family and friends who enjoyed the ritual. The event was not just about the Mehendi but also about celebrations including some dancing and music, followed by a feast of traditional food.
 
The following day brought the wedding eve party, a more formal event but a precursor to the main event. Desai arrived in the evening, and as promised, I had arranged for him to stay at our house. It was the first time I was meeting him in real after the concert night. I welcomed him with a calm smile, hiding any anxiety I might have felt. Meera had already left for the boutique when Desai arrived, making the situation more comfortable for both of us. I showed Desai his old room and prepared coffee for us. As I watched him sip his coffee slowly, I couldn’t help but notice the shape of his lips, which triggered memories of those same lips savouring Meera's lips and tongue the other day. I struggled to breathe, unsure of how to process these thoughts.
After coffee, we got ready for the wedding party. Desai looked dashing in a blue checkered suit, while I wore an orange suit with white pants. Upon reaching the party hall, I looked curiously for Meera but she had not yet arrived.
When Meera eventually arrived, she was a sight to behold in a striking orange saree with a sleeveless blouse. The neatly folded pleats of her saree revealed a partial view of her breasts, adorned in a golden embroidered blouse, and offered a glimpse of her soft belly and navel from the side as she walked. Even I was left standing motionless and staring at her. A moment later as I took my eyes off her, I noticed Desai’s gaze following her with unmistakable admiration.
Desai greeted her with a compliment, “You look absolutely radiant tonight, Meera. That saree is stunning on you.”
Meera’s eyes lingered on him a bit longer than I expected before she responded with a genuine smile, clearly enjoying the attention. “Thank you, Susheel.”
Her calm and confident behaviour initially surprised me. She seemed at ease around Desai, contrary to my earlier concerns. It somewhat disappointed me, and I quickly realised that it was my jealousy kicking in. Desai was a man who had presented her enormous amount of pleasure in bed, and to have him receive warm reception from her contrary to her earlier claim that he would intimidate her was the opposite of what I had been expecting. I tried hard to concentrate on the present, rather than getting lost in the past.
Meera’s appearance continued to fascinate the guests and enhanced the celebratory mood of the evening. The party featured great food and drinks, further elevated by a staged performance of music and dance. Meera and I mostly stayed together, while Desai took his time catching up with the other guests, particularly by Sharma Ji and his friends. Sharma Ji was impressed by the conversation he witnessed Desai having with his friends and later thanked me for convincing him to attend the event. As I mentioned Desai was planning to leave in the morning, Sharma Ji requested him to stay for the wedding night as well. I could only wish Sharma Ji somehow learnt about my unease about hosting Desai for another night.
After some encouragement, Desai asked for my opinion, and I naturally supported Sharma Ji’s request. Desai eventually agreed to extend his stay for one more day.
During the peak of the dance program, Desai joined Meera and me to watch the performance. Before heading to dinner, we posed for photos with the bride and family. Desai took this opportunity to ask me and Meera to pose for a photo that he clicked on his phone. Following that, he asked Meera if she would pose for a photo with him.
“Fan request,” he quipped, looking into her eyes. I saw Meera blush. More than anything else, the duration Meera's eyes stayed hooked onto his burnt me from the inside. I could literally weigh my jealousy in grams.
Desai handed me his phone and posed with her. As I began to click the photo, I noticed how Desai wrapped his arm around her waist. Meera’s face was suddenly red – only I could notice it – but she covered it with a smile to make it difficult to gauge her feelings. She slowly touched her forehead, and as if putting a hair strand in place she looked down and I felt she murmured something. And I watched Desai removing his hand off her.
She had issued a warning to him! My heartbeat rose at the sight, so unsure of how to react to myself of the discovery that Meera had let him known that he wasn’t welcome to touch her body anymore. On one hand, Meera was making him learn he wasn’t welcome; and on the other hand, she was compelled to make her reaction so subtle.
Nevertheless, they looked like a perfect couple just by standing close; and as their faces came close it sent chills down my spine, as I felt there was no way they wouldn’t be affected by each other’s memories from the other night. I could remember how fiercely Meera had tried to stop him that day, and how she was moaning with pleasure on the same night. I knew I can’t deem her hostile gestures reliable when the other person is Desai. For a moment, I wondered if he would repeat that night again, if he got the chance tonight. The thought frightened me.
However, Meera soon walked away from Desai and joined me. I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her immediately, to have her look at me with the same intensity I knew she had with Desai, and to make passionate love to her in our bed. The glow on her face was driving me so crazy that I wanted to lick all over her face while fucking her in our bed until she screamed how much she loved it. The thought of her past intimacy with Desai was now intensifying my longing for her.
After the function, we returned home late. I drove the car with Desai in the front seat and Meera in the rear. The drive was filled with casual conversation, but I noticed that Meera and Desai were not interacting directly. They seemed keen to maintain their distance, which reassured me that Meera was focused on keeping things respectful and avoiding any further complications.
That night, as I bade Desai goodnight, I was dying to get back to Meera. When I reached our room, Meera had already removed her saree, and was wearing just her sleeveless blouse and underskirt, having removed the saree. I quickly threw my suit away, and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I could sense my dick poking behind her.
She turned to face me, my heart racing with the intensity of the moment. Her desire matched mine. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, our mouths exploring and savouring the connection between us. The kiss was passionate, and I felt Meera was horny as hell as I had been in the night.
As we climbed onto the bed, Meera eagerly lifted her skirt, and I quickly unbuttoned my trousers. Our movements were hurried, driven by the need to quench our thirst and unearth the emotions we had been holding back. I guided myself into her, and quickly I learned how wet she was.
“You are so wet, mmm…,” I whispered.
“Fuck me, Krish.”
Meera gasped.
I didn’t waste any further time as I started fucking her with raw energy and intimacy. The end of the night brought a powerful and fulfilling release that I felt I had been craving for so long.
 
Even though I slept happy and satisfied that night, I woke up tensed the next morning. Desai was still in the house, and I knew he would be there for the entire day. When I accepted Sharma Ji’s request to let Desai stay with us, I hadn’t expected that his stay would extend for two nights and a full day. It was an unexpected development, which I hadn’t even had told Meera.
As soon as I woke up, I told Meera the truth. “When Sharma Ji insisted that Desai stay, I had to play along, Meera. It would’ve looked really bad in front of him if I’d refused.”
 
At first, Meera was angry, her frustration evident in her facial expression. But after a moment, she softened. “I get it. You didn’t have much choice.” She nodded and then went on. “I was feeling good about the wedding, but it’s making me anxious that Desai would be here for another day.”
“That shouldn’t’ be a problem, actually,” I said, trying to sound casual. “He’s not going to try anything stupid.”
Meera shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just... I feel like he exploited my weakness that night. I don’t know if you believe me, Krish, but I tried to stop him. I told him not to come to the house that night. He insisted he needed to talk, and then he just got... persistent. After a while, I gave up trying to push him away. I was weak. Desperate, I guess.” She let out a shaky breath. “I’ve started to hate him for that. That’s why I don’t want to see him around.”
Her words instantly made me feel better. At least she wasn’t hiding her anger towards Desai, and that was a relief.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’ll manage the situation. We’ll be fine.”
 
It was a holiday, so we both were home, and hopeful that nothing was going to go wrong.
At breakfast, Meera acted like everything was normal, treating Desai like any other guest, but I could see the tension in her eyes. She avoided looking directly at him, almost like his presence was making her uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if it was his mere presence or if her mind was haunted by the memories of that night – memories of her body getting dominated by the insane pleasure only he could provide. As I thought about the latter, the visuals from that night resurfaced my mind, and even I felt intimidated by sitting next to Desai. He had made my wife scream with orgasmic pleasure that night, and I had cummed in my pants. We both had no right to blame him because we both had a thrill ride, I felt. But now, the possibility that my wife might be cherishing it – even though unintentionally - made me jealous. If Meera was thinking of that night too, I wondered if it was enough to warm her body the way it did mine. The way Desai had pushed himself deep into her, making her cry out, was still fresh in my memory. I would never forget those visuals, no matter how hard I tried.
As my thoughts gathered, my tension increased. Every smile I exchanged with Desai felt forced. On the surface, it was easy to look pleasant, but underneath that, I was struggling to keep my emotions in check.
Luckily, after breakfast, Desai announced he had to go out and wouldn’t be back until after lunch. As soon as he left, Meera and I let out a collective sigh of relief. For now, we had a reprieve.
 
As soon as Desai left, I turned to Meera. “Meera, I didn’t realize how much his presence would affect me. This is harder than I thought.”
She gave me a soft smile, “you don’t have to fight your thoughts, Krish. They’ll die down eventually. I get it... I’m affected too. You’ve only just learned about it, but I’ve been struggling to push those memories out of my mind since it happened. We shouldn’t have brought him back into this house. But what’s the point in saying that now?”
Her words only fed my curiosity. “What do you think about…what happened that night?”
Meera’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t ask. You’re only going to make it worse for yourself. Don’t tempt those thoughts.” She reached out casually and touched my groin. To my embarrassment, I was caught with an erection.
Her eyes widened, “see? You’re already hard!” A teasing grin spread across her face.
Trying to hide my embarrassment, I moved closer and wrapped my arms around her. “Don’t you like it?” I asked.
She looked up at me with that familiar playful spark in her eyes, and without a word, brought her lips to mine. That was it. The moment we kissed, our tension exploded and evaporated. Before either of us realized what was happening, we were undressing each other, eager and impatient. I didn’t even bother fully undressing as I hurried to shove my member into her.
To no surprise, she was already wet and smooth. I entered her fully with just one thrust.
“Aahhh… Krish…” she gasped.
“Baby, you feel so good,” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck me, Krish… fuck me hard…” her voice felt like begging. I loved it. It lit a fire inside me.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby…” I growled, thrusting into her with more force. Meera gasped again, her arms tightening around me.
“Just love me… aaaah…”
“You’re mine, baby… only mine… he can only stare at you.”
“Yes… I’m all yours… he can only wish…”
Her words sent me over the edge. Even before I could get a hint of what was coming, I was shooting my load into her. I grunted out a few breathless words to signal I was done and collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.
“Oh my god…what was that? A storm!” Meera laughed.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, sliding off her, but she quickly turned to pinch my cheek playfully.
“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. I know you were excited,” she said.
It wasn’t the fact that I finished too quickly that embarrassed me – it was that she had called me out on being excited, and we both knew why. I hadn’t even admitted it to myself yet.
“I should’ve waited until tonight,” I said sheepishly.
“Come on, Krish. It’s alright,” Meera reassured me again as she began adjusting her clothes, putting everything back in place.
I couldn’t help but remember how I had wanted to savour her lips and lick all over her face during the wedding eve party, how I longed to kiss her and take my time. I had a chance to do it, as I was sure she was horny to let me do whatever I wanted. But I had ended it all in a rush. I felt bad.
Desai didn’t return until late in the afternoon. When he walked back into the house, I greeted him as if nothing had happened, but inside, I felt a strange sense of secret satisfaction. The memory of my quick but intense lovemaking session with Meera earlier felt far more gratifying now than it had in the moment itself.
 
That lovemaking session seemed to have eased Meera's tension as well, as she began responding to Desai in a more friendly way.
Earlier in the day, Desai had asked her about the boutique she had been visiting for the wedding preparations, but her reply had been a cold one: “I don’t remember its name.”
However, in the afternoon, I overheard her casually chatting with him about the quality of services provided by that boutique.
 
That night, the third day, was the actual wedding day. Meera left for the boutique early as usual, while Desai and I took our time getting ready at home. I finished dressing first and waited in the living room. Desai soon emerged, dressed in a dark green suit. He looked at his best with his confident getup.
Meera arrived at the wedding venue about ten minutes after we did. Her entrance was nothing short of striking. She wore a breath-taking green lehenga with a sleeveless blouse. The lehenga was both stunning and sexy, covering above her navel but still revealing just enough to accentuate her curves while maintaining an air of elegance. The midriff-baring blouse showcased her toned stomach, and the sleeveless design highlighted the beauty of her arms.
As she approached, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, utterly captivated by her beauty. Desai, too, seemed fascinated. He smiled and said, “Meera, you look absolutely mesmerizing today. Even Krish is having a tough time looking away. I’m just a fan.”
Meera responded with nothing more than a polite smile and a nod. I felt she could’ve been a bit more responsive, but her indifference was apparent.
Desai had sensed the tension. He then asked, “Meera, are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”
It was the moment I had been expecting. Meera’s cold attitude toward him had been obvious, especially in front of me, and it seemed Desai had finally decided to talk it out.
Meera stole a glance at me before responding, “no, Susheel. It’s just a headache. It’s third day, right?”
Later, when we were alone, Desai turned to me and asked, “Do you have any idea why Meera’s being so cold? Has something happened between us that I’m not aware of?”
I pretended surprise. “Is she being rude? I hadn’t noticed. When did this happen?”
I had no intention to acknowledge that I had learnt about what happened on the concert night. But I was sure he could easily guess that the reason for Meera's hostile stance toward him was what happened on that night. Perhaps he had come expecting some signs of intimacy, assuming that the pleasure he had given her then would lead to a warm reception, but instead, he was getting none.
 
Later, I saw Meera being pulled into a conversation by one of our neighbours, Kailash, along with Desai. I watched as Meera smiled at Kailash’s response and then looked into Desai’s eyes. I felt their eye contact lingered longer than I remembered during the entire day. Meera said something, and I clearly noticed her blushing. I felt my heartbeats rising.
Meera was standing close to him, sharing a joke, smiling, or even offering a casual nod – each little gesture seemed to indicate she was slowly softening toward him. It made me uneasy. A part of me knew there was no way Desai could repeat the events of that concert night, but another part of me kept worrying over the unknown future of his visit.
When I got Meera alone, I asked her about what she had been smiling about with Desai.
“Kailash was teasing Susheel about his clothing, especially when he said he was staying with us. We’re all wearing green, you know,” she said.
I then noticed that Desai's suit was the same shade as her blouse. I was also wearing a suit in a similar colour, intended to match Meera’s outfit. At first, I thought his clothes matched hers better than mine, but then I realized I might be overthinking it.
 
As Meera moved through the magnificent looking mandap, her attire captured the attention and admiration of everyone present. The wedding ceremony itself was a beautiful blend of rituals and traditions, with the bride and groom exchanging vows amidst stunning decorations. Ritu, the bride, was in a sophisticated yet fabulous bridal outfit, complete with traditional jewellery and intricate makeup, adding to the grandeur of the occasion.
As we paused together with the newly married couple, I couldn’t resist the urge to caress the back of Meera's midriff casually. She made a playful face at me, a mix of surprise and amusement, before smiling warmly. Her smile was a silent acknowledgment of our shared intimacy, even amid the grand celebrations. I wished if Desai saw it and the thought excited me.
 
The guests were treated to a lavish feast, which included a corner dedicated to colourless alcoholic drinks. I took Meera’s arm and led her to the counter, where I ordered drinks for us. I saw Desai approaching, and quickly turned to order a drink for him as well. As we raised our glasses for a toast, Desai declared, “To this unexpected occasion of finding happiness.”
We finished our drinks in one go. Meera stared at us, then tugged at my shirt.
“Are you crazy?” she asked.
I gestured toward Desai. “I was just following his lead.”
Meera turned to Desai, and I didn’t miss the mischievous smile on her face.
“Stop ruining my husband, Susheel.”
“When did I ruin him?” Desai asked.
Meera made a face at him. “Do I really need to tell you that?”
Desai only smiled in response, his eyes clearly unwilling to let her go. Eventually, Meera looked away. I noticed she didn’t turn her face toward me for a while.
 
The celebrations continued with dancing and music that lasted into the night. The couple dance session was a high point of the celebration. As one of the most admired couples, Meera and I were invited to join the dance floor. We danced together, enjoying the festive spirit and the elegance of the celebration. The audience was caught in a spell as Meera flawlessly made her moves on the floor, and I just matched her with some slow steps. But as the song changed after a few minutes, I found Meera's arms circling around me, and I felt the energy growing inside me. The dance floor was getting filled with energy was the mood was becoming electric.
Desai was among the onlookers, and I felt a surge of exhilaration. Here I was, dancing with the woman he had once desired intensely, the woman who had been the focus of his attention. As I held Meera close, one arm resting around her waist and the other holding her hand, I felt a profound sense of joy. The cheering crowd seemed to fuel my enthusiasm, and I moved with Meera, savouring the closeness. I allowed my fingers to explore her curves, touching her softly, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine.
Meera responded positively, her body moving in sync with mine as we danced. It felt like a celebration of our bond, a public declaration of our love and connection. I could sense that despite any lingering tension, she was comfortable and engaged with me in that moment.
 
As the dance ended, Desai approached us with a casual smile. “That was some performance,” he said, his tone easy, but the intensity in his gaze was unmistakable. “You were watching?” Meera asked with feigned innocence, but I could tell she knew. She was aware of his attention, and it was clearly getting to her.
“What else would I be doing?” Desai chuckled.
“Didn’t you get jealous?” she shot back, her eyes locking with his for a moment.
Desai hesitated, and then shrugged. “You have no idea. I was burning.”
Meera’s expression softened for just a second. Her cheeks had turned redder. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes, but she turned away, forcing herself to walk off without further engagement. It was as if every step away from him was a struggle, a fight against her own urge to acknowledge him more.
 
I stayed behind, moving closer to Desai, eager to press him. “Why the jealousy, man? She was dancing with her husband.”
Desai laughed softly, “I know, but when I saw you two... I wished I could be you. I’m sure half the men watching felt the same.”
I felt a sudden thrill. “Why?”
“Because you’re the only one who gets to have her, to dance with her like that. You’re the lucky one,” Desai admitted, his voice low, almost defeated. “You're the only one with that privilege.”
The honesty in his words awakened something inside me, a kind of arousal at how much he desired her, and how much control that gave Meera over him. I leaned in slightly. “You still have hots for my wife.”
Desai sighed, not meeting my eyes this time. “I won’t lie. Yes, I do. But I can only wish, right, Krish?"
It was the most pleasing thing that I had heard from him in a while. It was a revelation that he had been a man burning with jealousy because another man had the power and skill to entertain his dream woman in a way he could only wish - and that 'another' man was me.
I smiled. “Yeah, you can only wish.”
 
When I walked over to Meera later, I told her, “He’s jealous of me. Because I have you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is he still trying to get to me?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Let him be jealous. It’s making him desperate.”
Her face hardened. “It’s one thing to feel jealous, but telling you about it? That’s not okay.” I could sense her frustration. She wasn’t just angry at Desai; there was something else simmering inside her.
 
Throughout the night, I watched her struggle. Every time Desai tried to engage her in conversation, she responded with short replies and cold tones, resisting the warmth I knew she felt. It wasn’t just about rejecting him – it was about controlling her own emotions, fighting against the part of her that wanted to talk to him. I could see the battle, and it was making her nervous no matter how much she wanted to hide it. The friendly chats she was having with other guests and our neighbours were starting to feel like forced ones.
 
Later, when we were alone for a moment, I brought it up. “You’re making it so obvious that you’re affected by him.”
“I told him not to expect anything from me anymore,” Meera said, her voice strained. “But it’s hard, Krish. He’s still trying.”
“Trying for what?” I asked, though I knew the answer.
“He’s desperate for me. He wants... something. I can feel it every time he looks at me.”
 
The truth hit me then – she wasn’t just rejecting him for my sake. She was fighting her own need to keep things clear. But the weight of Desai’s attention was suffocating her, and I could feel how much it aroused me too, knowing she was the centre of his world that night. Suddenly my mind was again getting filled by the thoughts I had on the previous night.
 
This was a man whose every gaze at Meera would be powerful enough to remind her about the pleasure he had in offer for her; like the other night. What on earth would make her forget those moments? How could she erase the memories of the intimate mouth-to-mouth breathings he shared with her that night, while fucking her? I could only try taking deep breath, in an attempt to take my mind off these thoughts.
 
When Desai confronted her after dinner, eventually, it was clear he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “You haven’t given me a chance to speak, Meera. What’s wrong?”
“There’s nothing to say, Susheel,” she replied, her voice weak. “I’m not interested in talking.”
“But it hurts,” he said, his tone softer than I could imagine.
Meera turned to him, her face unreadable. “Maybe that’s the intention,” she whispered, and then walked away.
 
Desai was left standing there, wounded. I looked at him, offering only a small shrug, secretly enjoying the rejection he faced. There was something deeply satisfying about watching him suffer; knowing that he still wanted her but couldn’t have her.
 
As we got ready to leave, I found a moment to speak to Meera privately. “You’ve left him so desperate, Meera. He’d probably give up his entire business if you offered him a chance tonight.”
She laughed softly, but there was tension in her smile. “Do you have your eye on his business?”
I chuckled. “No, but I am curious. Are you offering him that chance?”
We laughed together, but Meera’s laughter died quickly. “I’m anxious, Krish. This isn’t normal for me. I don’t know why, but he’s getting under my skin tonight.”
“Maybe because you know how much he’s longing for you,” I said softly. “It’s driving him mad.”
Meera sighed. “Please, don’t let him come to our house again. I can’t deal with this anymore.”
I literally saw her eyes flutter with tension, a strange sense of absurdity hanging over her behaviour. She was dressed to kill, to entice and impress everyone at the wedding, yet only she knew how tense she truly was. It was unbelievable that her mind was so dominated by thoughts of Desai, the man she wanted to hate, especially when the truth remained that most men at the wedding would be jealous of my privilege of being hers – just like Desai had told me.
 
As we drove home after the wedding, Desai kept up the conversation with me, talking about the wedding, but my mind was elsewhere. Meera sat in the back, quiet, clearly lost in her own thoughts. I could feel the tension radiating off her. Desai’s attention, his desperate longing, had shaken her deeply. And as much as I wanted to comfort her, I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the entire situation.
It was clear that this night wasn’t just about Desai’s desire for her – it was about her own struggle to maintain control, to resist the pull of his admiration. And that struggle had become intoxicating for both of us.
 
By the time we reached home, the weight of my arousal was undeniable, and I couldn’t hide my eagerness to get to bed early.
“See you in the morning, Desai. You’re not leaving without having breakfast with us,” I said, throwing my arm around Meera as we stood at the door. She handed Desai a water jug, clearly in on my teasing, and carefully removed my hand from her shoulders.
“Goodnight, Susheel,” she whispered, slipping past us and heading to our bedroom without waiting for his response.
Desai looked at me, confusion etched on his face. “Krish, do you have any idea why she hates me so much?”
I couldn’t believe his audacity. This was the same guy who had been with my wife weeks ago, and he was still wondering what had gone wrong. I wanted to tell him, “probably you didn’t fuck well that night, bro,” but instead, I said something different.
“She doesn’t hate you, man. She’s just keeping her distance. The more you try, the harder she gets. That’s all.”
“Yeah, that’s a good point,” Desai agreed, “But I’m just trying to talk!” His tone suggested that he still didn’t fully grasp the situation.
 
As I entered our room, Meera was changing, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, feeling the softness of her belly. “Shall I help you get naked, my lady?”
“Krish, stay away. I’m tired,” she replied, her voice firm yet laced with an underlying softness.
For a moment, disappointment washed over me. After all the build-up from the evening, I had hoped we would have a wild night together. The realization that she was too tired was a let-down, but I held my tongue.
 
We both took our time changing, and even though I had no hope of convincing her, I couldn’t shake the need for intimacy. I needed a good fuck, and I was unsure of whether I should try to make it happen.
Meera changed to a cotton top and pajama before coming to settle on the bed. Her make-up was gone, except for some traces of it around her eyes. Her lips too, carried some redness of the lipstick she had worn in the evening.
As we lay in bed, the silence between us grew heavy. I turned toward Meera, breaking it. "You were pretty harsh tonight. Don’t you think?”
She hesitated, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the sheet. “I know,” she admitted softly. “But I was scared. I didn’t trust myself... I felt like if I interacted with him, I’d start flirting without even meaning to.”
I looked at her curiously. “Are you feeling warm because of his presence?” I asked, trying to lighten the moment, though my words held a deeper weight. “You don’t hate him as much as you pretend, do you?”
She sighed, her face turning serious. “I don’t hate him, Krish. I’ve just been acting like I do because it’s easier than admitting how confused I feel.”
“Confused?” I pressed.
Her eyes flicked away, a familiar tension settling over her. “I don’t want him thinking there’s anything between us. But… when I see him, everything that happened at the concert night comes rushing back. I can’t help it. Those memories… they’re still with me, and it scares me.”
 
I could see the struggle in her face – how she was fighting herself, trying not to give in to those old feelings. I wasn’t entirely surprised. I had noticed her restraint all evening, the way she stiffened every time Desai came near, the way her eyes flickered with something unresolved when he glanced at her. “What if... you didn’t have to pretend anymore?”
She stared at me, unsure of what I was suggesting. “What are you saying?”
I could literally hear someone inside me screaming inside my head, ‘what are you saying, Krish?’ but I took a breath and ignored the screaming. And then I spoke.
“I’m saying… maybe you need to confront it, head-on. Do you want to talk to him? I can help. Let’s not let it eat at you like this.”
Her face flushed, and I could tell she was battling her inner desires. “You’re crazy. If I go to him now, it won’t be about talking. You know that. It won’t be a conversation we have.”
“So what?” I replied, more confident than I felt. “It’s not the first time you’ve felt his touch. What’s different now?”
Meera’s breath hitched, and I saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes, but she quickly shook her head, as if trying to push it away. “Krish, stop. Are you really serious? What are you even saying?”
I moved closer, my voice low but firm. “I’m serious. I’m okay with it. I saw how you’ve been struggling all night, and maybe it’s time to just let it happen. I want you to be honest about what you’re feeling. If you’re curious, I won’t stop you.”
She hesitated, biting her lip, clearly torn. “But Krish… if I go now, you know what will happen. It won’t be a quick chat. I’ll probably end up staying until it’s over.”
I met her gaze, my heart racing but my resolve steady. “I know. And I’m okay with that.”
Meera’s eyes widened, still fighting the pull of her excitement. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice unwavering. “But don’t let him know I’m in on this. Just tell him I’ve fallen asleep and that you came to talk because he wanted to all evening.”
 
For a moment, she didn’t move, wrestling with her own thoughts. Her breathing grew heavier, and I could sense the internal conflict – the thrill, the fear, the desire she was suppressing. Finally, she nodded, “Okay,” she whispered.
 
As she got out of bed and adjusted her cotton top and pajama, I noticed the way her hands trembled slightly, betraying her anticipation. The room suddenly felt charged, thick with tension. I knew she was excited at the thought, even if she wouldn’t admit it. And as she quietly left the room, I realized that I was just as eager, waiting for what would happen next, knowing well that she might not come back soon.
As I sat back on my bed, I felt a mix of excitement and dread settle in my stomach. Would this be a turning point for both of us, or would it lead to something more complicated? Only time would tell, and for now, all I could do was wait. And I couldn't sit tight as my heart started pounding harder.
 
As the seconds dragged the time on, the suspense of what might happen next was killing me. Desai's room was still sound-proof, unlike other two rooms in the house. Then I remembered the voice recorder I had placed in Desai's room weeks ago. I had set it up for moments like this, but now when the time came, I felt conflicted. Should I wait until morning to retrieve the device and listen to what happened in the night? Or should I risk syncing it live with my laptop and listen to the proceedings in real-time, knowing that if it failed, I might lose the recording entirely?
 
The anxiety froze me. The device had a history of failure with switching between live mode and recording mode. The recording mode was reliable but the live mode was prone to failure. And it was hard to revert back to recording mode without physical intervention. That means if the live syncing didn’t work, I would have no way of starting the recording. I would have then no way of knowing what was happening in that room right now. Meera had been hesitant, conflicted, and yet I knew there was something simmering between her and Desai that neither could ignore for much longer. This was the night they would talk their heart out, and I couldn't risk not knowing what they talk.
 
Finally, the need to know overcame my hesitation. I opened my laptop, fingers trembling slightly as I initiated the sync. The seconds dragged on, each one feeling like a small eternity. I silently prayed for it to work, to connect, and my breath stopped as the syncing application on the laptop screen froze. 
 
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(25-11-2024, 08:37 PM)RCF Wrote:  "Despite my self-doubts, I was determined to stay patient. I wanted Meera for myself, and I was committed to finding a way to happiness between us"

How would some one find happiness by sending his wife to her lover's room? Why doesn't Krish encourage his wife to fight his advances and help her? He is saying its ok for him to touch and he is fine with it and its not going to be any different than previous times? He is talking like Desai now. Ridiculous!
Instead he should help his wife overcome her desires and if she rejects Desai one time being alone in his room then she can resist him all the time. Why doesn't Krish push her to fight it out but be firm on no sex with him.That's again our friendly Dumb Krish.

"Deep down, I acknowledged that I was indeed a hypocrite. I had questioned her ability to exercise self-control while I had failed to do the same for myself. As I considered my options, I decided it was best to wait. Maybe there would be a time to be honest with her, but not now."

One one end Desai is like hound pursuing Meera with his desperation and attention. Pulling her with his memories and trying to prove it to her that he cannot live with out her and on the other end our Krish ended up having sex with Maithrei and betrayed Meera. If a person is making a choice, how would it look for Meera that she wants to vouch for Krish that he loves her more than anything but truth is he cheated her while the other person is so desperate for her and seemingly she is becoming center of his world. Future is not bright for Krish.

"“Didn’t you get jealous?” she shot back, her eyes locking with his for a moment.
Desai hesitated, and then shrugged. “You have no idea. I was burning.”
Meera’s expression softened for just a second. Her cheeks had turned redder. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes"

I can understand Desai's desperation but I cannot fathom Meera's desperation. Is she really missing only sex? Doesn't seem like it. She is overwhelmed with Desai's attention, caring and desperation but hers is no different she is tensed , fighting her own demons, trying to desperately avoid Desai but struggling to do it. Seems like Krish has become a third fiddle and being misused by Meera to make Desai jealous or when she knows he is jealous its giving her satisfaction, that doesn't make sense when you truly love Krish. So either she is changed and started loving Desai more or she loves both which is bad to this whole series.  

The whole setting of wedding is for Desai to be in that room this night and Meera walking into it and recorder setup few episodes is also for this purpose obviously. Two outcomes here that might happen.

1. Meera and Desai will pour their heart out to each other and they will end up fucking crazily. Krish's heart will break for sure and he realizes that he already lost Meera but maybe there could be twist at the end in future episodes.
2. Desai already finds out about the recorder and even worse Desai spills the secrets about Krish's affair and splits the couple this time successfully and then they end up becoming a couple with Krish losing everything but further episodes could become interesting how Krish gets Meera back.

Krish(author) has written this episode well and honestly he will have bright future if he considers writing for more than a hobby or may be a second income. I have read many stories on Amazon but this one beats them all easily.

Your comments are not just comments. They are thought provoking discussions which often makes me wish to join. But I know if I speak a word it would spoil the fun because whether I agree or disagree, it becomes spoilers; I will end up revealing where the story is heading. It's hard to control and I think your comments have made me achieve a sense of calmness amidst chaos in real life. I can give you credit for that. 
And the last point, the compliment, just made my day. Thank you. 

Btw, to those who were asking, the next episode will come on 10th December. Thank you all.

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Chapter - 47

Just as I thought I had made a huge blunder by trying to sync the devices, I heard a faint beep in my wireless earbuds. To my immense relief, the live mode was working.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a second as I listened.
“He’s… asleep. I’ll have to go back soon,” I heard Meera’s voice – soft but clear – because I could tell she was standing close to the bed where the device was hidden. She had already knocked on Desai’s door, and I could imagine his surprise when he saw her.
“Sit down. I can’t… can’t believe it, Meera. You’re really here.” Desai’s voice followed, filled with disbelief. He hadn’t expected her to show up, especially after her cold behaviour throughout the evening.
I thought I heard the faint creak of the bed, followed by another, and guessed it was the sound of them sitting down. There was no chair in that room.
A brief pause followed before Meera responded, “I thought… I was a bit harsh to you today. I felt I owed you a chance to say whatever it was you’ve been trying to say.”
“You were harsh, yes," Desai replied. "I kept trying to talk to you, but you avoided me like I’d done something unforgivable. I didn’t understand. I even told Krish I wanted to speak with you. Why were you so distant?”
“Because I didn’t want Krish to get suspicious. He has no idea about what we did that night after the concert.” Her words sharpened my senses like a blade. They were starting to talk about that night. “Every time you came close to me at the wedding, I was terrified he’d start putting the pieces together.”
 
I was relieved that she was sticking to my instructions – to not disclose the truth that I knew everything.
Desai sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Meera. I didn’t want to make things complicated. I just... I didn’t know how to act around you. I didn’t want to hurt Krish or make him suspicious. I thought keeping some distance from you would help, I mean, after that concert night. But when I saw you at the wedding, everything came flooding back.”
 
Desai still didn’t know I was aware of what had happened, and it was clear he believed Meera had kept everything hidden from me. As I listened to them talk, a small part of me wondered if I had made a mistake by letting them have this conversation. Desai was pouring his heart out, and it felt like he was trying to reclaim something he had no right to.
His audacity to say, "You avoided me like I had done something unforgivable," was a clear sign he assumed he held some authority over her life – as if he were her partner, entitled to intimacy despite her resistance.
 
Meera’s voice grew cold. “You weren’t supposed to be here, Susheel. I was fine before you showed up. That night at the concert… it should never have happened. I had everything under control until you came back into my life. You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you, didn’t you? You’ve always known.”
Desai’s voice softened. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your life, Meera. I tried to stay away. But that night… I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had spent so long trying, and when I saw you, I just... I lost control. You don’t know how hard it was for me to stay away after that. I never thought I’d feel this weak.”
“You told me it was a coincidence that you met me there. But after that night, I’ve been wondering if that’s true. It’s just hard to believe you didn’t plan it...”
“No, Meera,” Desai interrupted her. “Believe me; I didn’t know you were going to be at the concert. That date with Vaikha – that wasn’t a date, you know what I mean. She just needed someone because her husband didn’t show up.
Of course, the Susheel Desai everyone remembers from the past would’ve taken such a woman to bed right away, without even making it to the concert. But I’m not that guy anymore. I only agreed to join Vaikha because I knew about the hype around the concert in Pune. When I saw you there, and then Krish leaving with Maithrei, and Vaikha discovering she and Piyush had adjacent places to stay – it all felt like I was destined to have a reunion with you. Even when I dropped you off here, I went back, didn’t I? Because I didn’t want Krish to see me intruding on your life again. I didn’t want to create problems for you. I only returned when you told me Krish wasn’t home. That’s when I lost my mind… I got greedy… for sure. But I still believe it was our destiny.”
“Susheel, you always talk about not wanting to ruin my life, but did you think about that when you pulled me into bed with you? You knew exactly what you were doing, Susheel. You knew I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”
Desai’s voice was heavy with emotion. “I held back for so long, Meera. Longer than you’ll ever know. But that night... that night, I was ready to throw everything away for one more moment with you. After that, I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. I realized what it meant to lose someone you loved.”
“Love?” Meera cut him off sharply. “But you went too far, Susheel. And today, you were again… ”
“I know I went too far,” Desai admitted quietly. “You know I hadn’t come to the wedding to see you. There was hope that I might get to talk with you, but I was slightly scared also, because I knew you were angry with me, you have blocked me on your phones… WhatsApp… haven’t you? I knew. But the moment I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day since that night, I’ve been haunted by the memory of you in my arms. I can’t get you out of my head.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Desai was saying too much, revealing too much, and a surge of regret hit me for allowing this meeting to happen.
The memories of that night still clung to Meera, haunting her, pulling her in despite her best efforts to resist. Desai hadn’t come to the wedding for her, but the moment he saw her again, all the old feelings came rushing back, overwhelming him.
He was now pouring his heart out, trying to win her over, and I wasn’t sure where their conversation was heading. This had to be the last time. I couldn’t let them have another moment like this. I decided.
Meera’s voice was becoming colder. “We shouldn’t see each other anymore, Susheel. This has to stop. Whatever happened between us… it’s over. We can’t keep doing this.”
Desai agreed quickly. “We shouldn’t see each other. We shouldn’t talk. But how do I stop thinking about you, Meera? You’re in my thoughts every single day. Don’t you understand what I’m feeling? Is it really that hard for you to see?”
There was a long pause before Meera replied, her voice strained. “I understand, Susheel. But I won’t let this get out of control again. I can’t.”
Desai’s response was quick. “That’s not what I saw tonight. You wanted to talk to me, didn’t you? You’ve been holding back all evening. Don’t pretend this is easy for you, Meera.”
Meera’s tone was defensive now. “I didn’t want to make a scene, Susheel. Do you know how many people have already started talking about us? Your presence here when Krish was bedridden... it gave them enough to gossip about. I was just trying to avoid giving them another reason to talk.”
“I understand, Meera,” Desai said. “But I’m glad you came, Meera. I’m so happy you chose to talk to me.”
There was a brief silence, and then Meera spoke again, her voice calm. “I guess we’ve talked enough. I should leave now.”
Hearing that, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Despite everything Desai had confessed, Meera was staying grounded, choosing to leave before things went too far.
 
But at the same time, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the pang of disappointment deep inside me, that there were no fireworks tonight, which perhaps my demonic self was anticipating.
 
"Is he going to wake up so soon?" I heard Desai asking.
"I don't know. But I could get some sleep for myself. Don't you want to sleep?"
There was no reply from Desai for some seconds. I wondered if the device had shut down. But it wasn’t.
"What are you staring at, Susheel?"
I heard Meera's voice. It was softer than the last time I heard it.
"When are we going to see each other again?"
"We shouldn’t. That’s good for us."
"We can meet at social events."
"Today I found the danger in that. Today you tried to speak to Krish. You told him you were jealous, didn’t you?"
"I was. I spoke my mind."
"He’s my husband. What’s the point in becoming jealous when you see a woman with her husband?"
"You’re not just a woman for me. Are you?"
I heard Meera giggle a little.
"Oh yeah, you’ve had to ignore a lot of women because of me," she quipped.
"That’s not what I meant."
"I am just a woman, Susheel. At least there in a wedding function."
I could sense the playfulness in Meera's voice.
"But you were teasing me. You knew I was watching you guys dancing."
"Yeah, I knew you were watching. I wanted to give you a hard time."
Meera’s admission surprised me, as I had thought I was the only one affected by Desai's presence at the dance.
"Yeah, you did, baby. And I was like I wanted to jump in and pull you away from him," Desai said.
Meera laughed.
"So desperate... no?"
"In that moment, I wanted to be him. I really wanted to become Krish, your loving husband."
Meera laughed again, prompting Desai to ask why she was laughing.
"You know, in the beginning, Krish used to have this fantasy in our bed. In that, he becomes you and talks to me like he’s you."
"He’s a man of wild fantasies. Do you wanna know what’s mine?"
"Mmm?"
"To be him."
Meera took her sweet little time before replying.
"And then what?"
"And then..."
"Mmm... I noticed."
Meera said quickly. I didn’t understand what she meant.
"Trust me, he won’t wake up. I can’t believe he didn’t take you to bed tonight, after such a wonderful dance. Must be very tired, I guess. A couple of drinks... and that dance session, plus a solid dinner. If I were him, I would have found a cozy place for us immediately after that dance."
I heard Meera's giggle again, and I could feel the shift in her mood.
“Husbands don’t do that,” she teased. “Maybe boyfriends do.”
“I wish I could be your husband. I’d prove otherwise.”
“You’d have to marry me first.”
“Have I ever told you that I have a problem with that?”
Desai hit back.
I knew they were talking about marriage only to keep the conversation flowing. But still, the casualness with which they were able to discuss marriage between them made me restless. It was clear that the idea was crossing Meera’s mind at least when they were talking like this, and I didn’t like it.
"Then first you have to talk to Krish," Meera didn’t seem to want to end the flirting. She wasn’t pulling away from Desai anymore; she was letting the moment draw her in, little by little.
"Before that, I’ll have to know what your take on that is." Desai said.
"Well, what’s in offer?"
Meera playfully asked.
"You know what I can offer, don’t you?" Desai's voice was suddenly serious.
"Stop it, Susheel..."
"Look at me, Meera."
"Mmm, what?"
Meera's voice was a whisper. I leaned closer, straining to hear every word, every nuance. Their conversation had caught me in a spell, and I knew part of my head was already anticipating how far this would go.
“What do you see?” Desai’s voice. Low and slow.
“I just came to talk, Susheel. No. I’m leaving.”
“I don’t want to believe that,” Desai said softly. “Look at me.”
I heard Meera let out a shaky breath. “Let me go, Susheel.”
There was a brief pause before Desai’s voice came again, filled with desire. “Just for a second, babe. Give me your eyes.”
“Sush…”
Meera's voice was cut abruptly, and there was no sound afterward. I pressed the earbuds into my ears, hoping to hear something. My heart was beating fast, and I could hear it aloud. Then I felt I heard a moan. A suppressed moan. It was from my wife.
 
I was sure Desai would have taken her in his arms. Probably his lips had sealed hers with an intimate kiss.
 
I sat there, alone in the room, my heart pounding as I pressed the earbuds deeper into my ears.
It took some time before I heard another sound from Meera. "Susheel...!" But I had a hunch that Desai was kissing her until then.
I heard briskly paced breathing from her for a few more seconds.
"Meera..." Desai's voice.
“Why do you want me to cheat on him like this?” Meera asked, her voice now sounding so fragile that it felt like she was holding on to the last bit of resistance.
I knew that her resistance would soon fail. I knew that was going to happen. But I knew the risk when I sent her to Desai’s room. Hell, she warned me herself – she might end up fucking him. And still, I let her go. Part of me wanted this. No, I needed this.
Desai’s response came through, calm and unbothered. “There’s nothing new in what we’re doing, Meera. You desire me as much as I desire you. When life gives us a chance to find happiness, why should we stop ourselves?”
Hearing him say that she desired him made me realize how well he knew her feelings and desires.
"Baby, if you don't know how to stop me, then probably you don’t have to," I heard him assure her again, and then I heard soft movements. Soft and barely audible, but I could guess it was the sound of him pulling her to him again. My pulse quickened. I could almost see it in my head – Desai’s lips on hers, his hands wrapping around her waist. Absolute silence from Meera told me that she was letting the kiss continue. Perhaps enjoying it.
“Oh, my baby… you know how long I’ve waited for this again,” Desai murmured, letting me sigh as I felt he would have finally freed her lips.
There were no words for a while, just the sound of their bodies shifting, skin brushing against skin, the occasional rise in Meera’s breath as Desai kissed her, touched her. Each sound, each movement, sent a jolt of heat through me. I should have hated it. But instead, I was getting thrilled that I was able to track their moves, their advances, and confessions to each other, without giving them any idea of being spied on. I was thrilled that I was listening to it.
 
As Meera’s moans became softer, as if she was losing herself in the moment, I too was losing myself – listening, aroused, and imagining everything that was happening on the other side of that wall. The jealousy I expected never came. Instead, I felt a sick thrill, knowing that my wife was being seduced by another man. By Desai. And I was here, listening to it all.
I knew I was letting go of all the progress I had made in moving on from my cuckold fantasies, and a part of me wanted to stop it and claim myself, but those gasps and moans from Meera dragged me deeper into a space where anger and desire merged. This was wrong and catastrophic, I knew that. But the more I listened, the more it felt like a drug – one I didn’t want to stop taking. Because I couldn’t.
 
More sounds followed. More movements. I strained to catch every detail, wondering if that was the sound of Desai removing her top. My breath caught in my throat as I heard Meera’s voice again, hurried. “Hurry up, Susheel… I need to go back to him before he wakes up.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if she was so desperate to get fucked by him.
The thought awakened me further. Meera's voice, and the demanding tone of it, told me she wanted this to happen quickly, as if she couldn't resist the desire to get fucked by him any longer.
 
Desai's voice followed, low and teasing. “I’ll hurry, baby, don’t worry. But not before I enjoy these beautiful tits. I’ve been waiting too long to taste them again.”
Meera didn’t respond in words, but then, the sound of soft, breathy moans filled my ears.
He was sucking her tits. Each moan from Meera, each gasp, painted a vivid picture in my mind – his mouth on her, sucking, teasing. And she was giving in completely, her body responding to him.
Then came her voice again, this time more urgent. “Ouch! Susheel... Susheel... don’t leave hickeys there...”
It was probably the only moment I felt she believed she was mine, telling him not to leave marks on her body.
Susheel chuckled, “Why not? Just don’t let your Krish have access to these tits for two days. He won’t even notice.”
I pressed the earbuds deeper, leaning into the sounds. Meera’s moans, growing louder now, told me that Desai was enjoying her as he desired.
I heard his voice again, “When was the last time you had sex with him?”
"This morning, after you left,” Meera said.
“Krish, you lucky bastard…” I heard Desai exclaim, the jealousy in his words unmistakable.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, Meera,” Desai continued, his voice full of desire. “…ever since I saw you dancing with him at the wedding. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Watching you in his arms… I wanted to be him, to become the man who makes love to you, right there in bed.” In his words, I sensed an admiration, a strange envy for the position I held in her life. As her husband.
Meera sounded amused. “You’re still carrying that thrill? It’s gotten deep into your head.” And then, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Do you want to hear me call you Krish?”
“Yes,” Desai replied, his voice thick with arousal. “I’d love that.”
The idea of her pretending he was me, in that intimate moment, made me remember how I used to make love to Meera while imagining I was Desai. I remembered how I used to push my dick into her pussy while picturing myself as Desai, and how it had turned me on.
Meera’s reply was a teasing, playful doubt. “If you’re Krish… then who is Susheel Desai?”
There was a pause before Desai responded, “Desai is the guy watching you with me, drooling at your beauty.”
He was making fun of himself.
After a while, I heard Desai hurrying to take off her remaining clothes. “Let me take these off. I want to see my baby fully naked.”
I knew what was happening. He was removing her pajama and panties. The image of her lying there completely exposed for him – I could see it with my eyes closed.
“Oh, you’re so wet… oh my baby,” Desai said soon, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting for this moment.”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned softly in response, her voice almost trembling with anticipation.
“Just lie down here… let me…” Desai continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone. The sounds of shifting bodies filled the room, and I could imagine him positioning her, spreading her legs wide.
“Mmm…” Meera’s moan followed, and I could hear the pleasure building in her voice.
“Oh, I can see the honey…” Desai's voice was filled with excitement, almost animalistic. “Baby, I’m gonna lap it up like a dog tonight… mmm…”
My heart pounded in my chest as I imagined him between her legs, his mouth on her, lapping at her as he promised.
Meera’s moans grew louder. “Ohh, yes… aaahh… Susheel… just… aaahhh…”
Her voice filled the room, filled my ears, and echoed in my mind. The unmistakable sounds of her pleasure rising with each second. I could picture it all too clearly: Desai, his head buried between her thighs, his tongue working her as she writhed beneath him. And she was loving it. Completely lost in the moment, her voice rising with every lick, every touch.
I felt my body tightening, every part of me focused on the sounds coming from the other room. My stomach twisted, but not with jealousy. It was something I couldn't resist. I was getting overly aware of the erection I was carrying in my shorts, and I couldn't stop my hand from getting inside it. Slowly I wrapped my fingers around my fully erect dick, and the coldness of my fingers engulfing the heat of my dick felt like heaven. If somebody asked me if this was the moment I had been secretly, unknowingly, longing for in my life, I would have admitted it readily.
I felt my wife was giving in to the pleasure offered by Desai to please me. And I was glad that she was doing it.
Meera’s moans were reaching new heights, soaking up every ounce of pleasure that Desai was giving her.
"Mmm.... Susheel...aaahhh... Yes...mmm..."
At the peak of her cries I heard a swift movement, which stopped her, and then I heard soft movements. I could tell he was probably kissing her mouth.
"You're yummy, my baby. I can make you cum just like that. Do you want that, baby?" I heard Desai's voice, his voice filled with ecstasy.
"I'd love to, but you know how," Meera's voice was equally charged with lust. She was asking him to fuck her! My wife was now indirectly begging him for his dick!
 
How on earth does this guy manage to turn my wife into this, every single time? I wondered.
And after a few moments, I got evidence for more of her eagerness to get to the main act when she teased him “Are you going to stay dressed all night?”
It was followed by the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed. Desai's voice accompanied, “are you excited to see me naked?”
“Yes,” Meera replied readily. And she followed it with another comment, "oh my God!"
"Shiny, huh?"
"Wet."
“Do you want to touch it?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me. Hold me. See how it’s throbbing for your love,” he urged. “Do you want to beg me to give it to you?”
A brief silence hung in the air, and then Meera said, “mmm...I will. I will beg this one.” I felt she chuckled as she spoke those words. I could tell her fingers must have wrapped around his dick. My fingers tightened around mine too. My dick was struggling inside the confinement of my shorts.
I couldn't resist the temptation anymore as I pulled down my shorts to free it, and then I grabbed it with a sense of satisfaction.
“Move here... a little bit,” Desai said, guiding her. “I hope I’m not hurrying this…”
“No… not at all,” Meera breathed. “I want this. Please.”
There was a pause, tension hanging thick in the air before Desai spoke again. “Say it, Meera.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“Say my name and say it.”
“Susheel… Please… fuck me.”
"No, baby. I'm your Krish."
I was stunned to hear him going back to his little fantasy. And it thrilled me to the extent that I wondered if he knew that I would be listening to this. But it didn't take away any pleasure from being part of this. I moaned myself, "oh my Meera, just do it."
And I heard Meera's voice, a soft cry, "Oh, Krish..."
It pleased me like heaven.
"Say it." Desai said again.
"Fuck me, Krish... Please... Fuck me now..."
“How?”
"Damn!" Her voice trembled with anticipation. “Just push it in… and fuck me... I'm begging you, Krish.”
The next thing I heard was the obvious sound of her moaning, the tone shifting with each passing second. It was raw, intense, and filled the room. My mind raced, imagining for a moment that it was me fucking her in that bed. My hand had started moving, jerking my dick.  And before I knew I was on the verge of an ejaculation. I knew it was sooner than I should let it happen. I struggled but I stopped jerking it.
 
But I could not withdraw my mind off it; for my ears were still feeding me the sounds – Desai's heavily charged breathings, the bed squeaks, and more than everything else Meera's suppressed moans as she went on receiving his thrusts deep inside her pussy. And I watched in disbelief as my dick, without being touched, twitched a couple of times and then started shooting white stream of cum in the air. I moaned with pleasure and then let it go. For a few seconds, I was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm.
It took me a couple of seconds further to bring myself back to the reality. And this reality grew thick as my dick became limp and as I went on listening to the sounds. Desai's dick, hard and thick, was piercing my wife, claiming her. Her moans grew louder, and the wet sounds of their bodies moving together became clear.
 
With every passing moment, I could tell Desai was inside her body and mind, and she was loving every second of it. My wife, who only a couple of hours ago had looked at me with eyes full of love and hope, avoiding Desai at the wedding like she wanted nothing to do with him… was now losing herself completely in the pleasure of his dick.
Soon the obvious sounds of Desai shifting, repositioning himself, filled my ears.
"This will make it better, baby," I heard Desai assuring Meera. He was placing himself right at that perfect spot in her pussy, the one that must have been driving her crazy. And then, without waiting for her response, he began to fuck her.
“Aaah... aaahhh...”
Meera's gasps reached my ears again, her voice strained but filled with pleasure. It was devastating and breath-taking at the same time – knowing how deeply she was enjoying it, knowing her body was being claimed by him in ways that I once believed were mine alone.
“Oh, baby... this is heaven,” Desai groaned. "Susheel can only dream of this pleasure." He was still playing the role of me, role-playing as me in his twisted fantasy.
His voice stayed calm, steady, even as he continued to slowly thrust into her, delivering each word with purpose.
“Did you see how Susheel was drooling at you, baby? He wanted to grab you right there.”
Meera moaned in response, and I could imagine her nodding, maybe even biting her lip, caught up in his words.
“He was so jealous, did you notice that? He wanted to take you right away from me.”
Desai's words again evoked excitement in me, the way he painted the picture of his own jealousy – as if I wasn’t the one who should be feeling it right now.
“Susheel would be dreaming of doing what I am doing right now. He must be jerking off, imagining pushing his dick into this sweet pussy of yours. But it’s mine, isn’t it? It’s only mine.”
"Yeah... It's yours, Krish. I'm all yours, my love..."
Meera's moans confirmed that she was fully into his game of fantasy.
"Stay away from him, baby. Promise me you'll stay away from him..."
Desai said again.
"Will you be jealous if I slept with him?" Meera asked.
I felt Desai stopped moving. “I die of jealousy when I think about it,” he quipped.
I heard Meera laugh. A soft, light sound, as if none of this was serious. “Susheel, I can’t believe how you watched me dance with Krish today.”
Desai let out a groan. “Oh, baby. That was hell for me. I wanted to grab you away from him right then, bring you here. I can’t tell you what kind of meditation it took for me to sit through that. My God, you’re mine. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Meera laughed again, “don’t tell me… beg me,” she teased.
“You want me to beg you?” Desai’s voice dropped low, almost a growl. “I’d love to do that... mmm... oh my God, your lips. Please, allow me to remove this lipstick. Mmm…”
I heard the intimate sound of their lips smacking together, the wet, intimate noise of a passionate kiss. I remembered the thin shade of lipstick that remained on her lips at that time of leaving my room, and I was sure he was going to erase it with his lips and tongue.
“I even feared you’d kiss him,” Desai admitted between kisses. “If you had, I would have been done. Buried. Susheel Desai, died of heartbreak.”
Meera’s laughter filled the room once again.
“Is your heart so fragile?” she asked.
“Anyone’s heart would be fragile if it’s in your possession,” Desai responded.
“So sure that yours is in my possession, huh?”
“Yes, baby. Do I need to beg you to affirm?”
“I would be keen to have you do that.” I heard the smirk in her voice, and then her moaning resumed, louder this time, as Desai’s rhythmic movements resumed, and soon quickened.
“Oh, you are so wet, my baby. You’ve been waiting for this... for me... this moment…”
“Aaah…” Meera moaned, the sound raw and urgent. Desai wasn’t holding back now, and I could hear the bed squeaking, the sharp rhythm of him fucking her harder, faster.
“Mmm… Susheel... aaahhh…”
Her moans were growing louder, more intense, filling the room. The pleasure she was experiencing was evident, and yet, hearing it was both breath-taking and devastating. I couldn’t stop listening, even though each sound was a punch to my gut. My dick had again started growing back to its full size, and I didn't hesitate to grab it. And I straightaway started moving my hand, though slowly. I was glad that I was able to reclaim the thrill.
Desai was panting, “You always make me wait, and you never cease to excite me. What are you, Meera? Where have you been? This moment… this love… Oh my God, your eyes… You have a king and a slave both here in me. Please, choose me.”
“Oh my God… yes… yes… aaah… be my king now. Make me your queen…”
Their voices were filled with lust, and Meera’s moans were suddenly silenced, probably by a kiss, but the bed kept squeaking, the distinctive rhythm of their bodies locked in the act.
Then I heard Desai ask, “Wanna go on top, baby?”
Meera’s voice was breathless. “No, please finish it…”
But Desai persisted, “Please, I beg you, Meera. Ride me…”
There was a brief pause, the sound of shifting, and then I could tell they were changing positions.
“Mmm… grab it… yes…” Desai urged.
The bed squeaks resumed, slower now, but the way she managed to shove his dick back into her pussy without wasting a second told me how hungry she had become, to have it inside her.
“This sight…" Desai's voice. "Krish must have dreamt of this when you rubbed your boobs on him.”
Meera was surprised. “Oh, you saw that?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“I wasn’t doing it purposefully,” she defended.
“But you did it.”
“What else did you see?”
“I saw him grabbing your waist, here... and here... and feeling your bum...”
“No, he didn’t touch my bum…”
“He did. I saw. He’s very clever... and subtle…”
“He’s my husband, okay? We aren’t divorced. He doesn’t need to be subtle.”
“Oh really? Come here… baby…” I could hear the sound of him pulling her down, their movements stopping for a moment.
“You’re mine now. Mine alone.”
“Jealous?” Meera teased again.
“Yes… give it to me…”
“What?”
“Come on…”
“Tell me na…”
“Let me taste it. Let me taste your saliva.”
“You know that’s special kinky gift for my husband, no?” she asked, incredulous.
“Mmm… I’m your husband tonight. Give it to me.”
“Ha ha. But you fuck differently.”
“Then spit more.”
“Okay, Romeo… open your mouth. Let me give you the hot stuff…”
“Mmm…”
I heard Desai’s soft moan, like a kid savouring his favourite candy. I knew what had just happened. Meera had spat into his mouth, something she used to do only for me, something that had driven me wild with desire. And now, without hesitation, she gave him the same intimate act for the second time, especially knowing that it was an act she had once reserved only for her husband.
 
He had done the same during their lovemaking on the concert night. He had taken one of the most intimate pieces of our connection, and now it belonged to him.
 
“More, baby. Spit!” Desai urged, his voice thick with excitement.
 
I heard it again – the soft sound of her spitting – followed by a deep, gut-wrenching kiss.
 
Then, the sounds of them moving again, repositioning themselves on the bed, as they prepared for another round.
The intensity of the moment hit me like a punch. I started moving my hand faster again, and the thrill of another round of orgasm took over my body. I didn't try to hold it back anymore. I jerked faster and shot a burst of cum into the air, this time with less intensity compared to the last one. But hell, it was equally satisfying.
 
Meera’s screams had filled the other room and my ears, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Aaah... my God... Aaa... Susheel... Oh God... I’m cumming, baby… mmmm...” Her cries echoed in my ears, taking me back to that night of the concert – when she had been with Desai in our bed. That same raw intensity was in her voice. It crushed me to realize that I had never, and perhaps could never, give her this much pleasure. Desai was delivering what I couldn’t.
Then came the final sounds of their climax. Desai, with a strained groan, pulled out. “Let me pull out, baby, I’m gonna cum so good for you...” His words were followed by a low moan, and I heard Meera’s gasp of surprise as he shot his cum.
“Oh my... haaa... oh my... oh my God...” Her voice was filled with awe. “You’ve given me a shower,” she added, her words heavy with disbelief and perhaps a hint of amusement. I felt he had shot his load on her body, probably on her belly.
"Woo... that was damn... Fucking awesome!" Desai laughed, deeply satisfied. “You deserve it, baby.” He added.
Meera’s voice softened as she commented after a few seconds, “Oh my God, so thick... Now I believe you. You weren’t lying when you said you haven’t had sex for a while.”
Desai's reply had a serious tone, “You’re the last woman I’ve been with... and probably the only one I’ll ever get to be with again.”
Both Meera and I were caught off guard by his words. There was a silence, the air heavy with the weight of his confession.
“Do you need to make such statements?” Meera asked slowly.
“I mean it,” Desai said, his tone steady. “I’m not attracted to other women anymore.”
Meera didn’t respond immediately. Silence prevailed for some time and then Meera spoke, “I don’t know what to say...”
 
I felt they were lying in the bed, their bodies entwined, letting the ecstasy fade naturally. I could hear their breathing, though. I grabbed a cloth and wiped up the mess I had made in my bed. I felt disgusted as I realized I was lying in a pool of my own cum. At the same time, the thought that Desai's cum was probably still drying on Meera's belly devastated me.
 “That was good, wasn’t it?” I heard Desai asking, his voice a low hum.
“Yeah, it feels so fulfilling,” Meera replied, and then added, "But I don’t like that I cheated on Krish.” I thought she was trying to make him believe that I had no role in their sex.
However, Desai’s response shocked me. “Then we should tell him.”
“How?” Meera was equally shocked.
“Just say the truth. Say that you came to talk to me, and I took you to bed. Tell him you couldn’t stop me.”
“I can’t tell him I had sex behind his back. You can’t either. You’d lose his trust.”
“You’re right. But I feel bad keeping him in the dark. It’s one thing if he wouldn’t mind, but we’ve complicated this too much already. We can’t confess what we’ve done; it’s too late.”
“What’s your solution?” Meera asked again.
“Give me some time. I’ll find a way.”
“Okay. But until then, please... no more stupid business.”
"Okay," Desai said. "But I love you."
Meera didn’t reply to his declaration, her silence hanging heavy between them. After a moment, she said she needed to clean up and headed to the bathroom.
It took a while for both of them to return and get dressed. Desai broke the silence first. “Do you regret what happened?”
Meera sighed. “I’d be a hypocrite to say so after having so much pleasure.”
“So you loved these moments?”
“Yes.”
“So we’re seeing each other again?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I will call you.”
“Don’t.”
“I will.”
“No, Susheel. Don’t.”
“I know you’ll take my calls. I’ll call you during office hours.”
“I don’t entertain such stuff at work. You know how busy I am there. Don’t even try.”
“I won’t call every day. I’ll call when I visit.”
“I’m scared, Susheel. This is... No. We shouldn’t meet. It's better if I distance myself from you.”
“But you enjoyed it a lot,” Desai pointed out, his tone almost teasing.
Meera paused for a second before replying. “Seeing you here has become a struggle. I’m subconsciously worried that Krish could hear us, spying on us. He could do anything – drill holes in doors, place a voice or video recorder. There’s no end to these doubts.”
I was stunned to hear her speak her mind to Desai. She was sharing her insecurities about me.
“There’s nothing like that. Krish is alright now,” Desai reassured her.
I was astonished to hear him taking my side. It felt like Desai trusted me more than Meera did.
"You don't know what's on his mind," Meera said again. "He had drilled holes on the doors, hadn't he?"
"Do you think he could place a hidden cam to watch us?"
"I'm saying it's possible. I don't know."
"Then why don't we try to find out? It's easy to figure out."
"How?"
"There are apps for everything; it will take a couple of minutes to find out."
Desai's words panicked me.
Meera went on to express her surprise as Desai proceeded to download an application on his mobile phone. My heartbeats shot up as I heard him say, "It's been installed. See, wait, it'll take a minute to scan this room and find out if Krish is that perverted. Just wait, my baby!"
I didn’t know which application he had downloaded on his mobile. I was sure he was scanning the room to find hidden devices. I didn’t know if it could catch voice recorders. If it could find the presence of my voice recorder, then I was caught. I waited with bated breath.
"See, there’s nothing!" Desai said, and I sighed with relief. "Told you he has no doubt. He will never find out unless you tell him. And I think you should."
It was clear Desai wanted to see her again, but he didn’t want to keep me in the dark, possibly because he thrived on the thrill of cuckolding me.
"No, I don’t want to tell him," Meera replied.
It was exactly what I wanted her to tell him because I didn’t want to go back to being a willing cuckold in front of Desai. It was a relief, in a way, but there was still a worry that nagged at me. Even though Meera expressed some resistance to seeing him again, I could sense that she wasn’t entirely against it. That made me nervous.
 
I soon heard Meera bidding him goodnight. She was leaving. I hurriedly shut down my computer and hid my earbuds. Lying still in bed, I realized there was no point in pretending to be asleep.
As soon as Meera opened our bedroom door, I sat up on the bed. I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was nervous excitement, a thrill that was uncontrollable, knowing she had just been completely satisfied by Desai. My heart raced as she approached, her face wearing a shy expression.
Meera looked almost hesitant to face me, like she wasn’t sure how to present it to me. But I knew it well already. She had been fucked, fulfilled in a way I wasn’t sure I could match.
I pretended to remain calm, though I could feel my body reacting to her presence, imagining every intimate detail I’d heard. I welcomed her back like I knew nothing, but the truth of it burned deep inside me. And the thrill – damn, that uncontrollable thrill – was mixed with a growing fear.
“How did it go? What happened? You took so long?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, like I knew nothing.
Meera hesitated for a moment before saying, “Everything. Everything I told you…it happened.”
I waited a moment to think of what to say. "I just guessed. I'm... I mean, I'm just curious how it happened."
Meera took a deep breath before she began speaking, her voice a little shaky, yet calm enough to show she had already made peace with what happened.
"It just… happened. After we started talking, I could sense that things were heading in the wrong direction, but I thought I could handle it. At first, it was just conversation. He talked about old memories, how he’s been thinking about me, and how hard it’s been for him to stay away. I tried to keep things light, remind him that I'm trying to move on and that we're not supposed to cross this line again. But the more we talked, the harder it was for me to stay detached. He was so persistent, Krish. He knows how to play on my emotions, on our past.
At some point, we were sitting so close that I could feel his breath on me. And then he kissed... when he kissed me… I just let him. I don’t know why. Maybe part of me wanted it; maybe I was too caught up in the moment. But once that first kiss happened, everything else followed so quickly. I tried to stop it, but it was like I was frozen. I let him lead, and then before I knew it, we were in bed. And once we got there… I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. I don't even know if I really wanted to stop him at that point."
She paused, her voice dropping slightly. "It now feels wrong, but it felt alright in the moment, and I just… let it happen."
"How about Desai? He must be happy now. Is he happy to see you cheating on me?"
“He wanted me to confess to you about it,” she said, looking at me. “But I declined.”
“You did the right thing,” I replied. "I don't want to be part of this."
“But you were very excited, Krish,” Meera said, looking straight at me. "I can smell the cum on you.”
I froze, embarrassed. I looked away in a flash of sudden shame, but I quickly overcame it and looked at her.
"Yeah, after you left, I couldn't stop the excitement. When you were getting late, I knew what would have happened. I felt you wouldn't entertain me tonight."
Meera stared at me for a moment. "You did the right thing," she said.
Without another word, she went to the washroom to change. When she came back, she crawled into bed beside me, her body warm against mine. I waited, hoping for more confessions, for her to mention the possibility of meeting Desai again. Or at least about him making such a proposal. But nothing. She remained silent, not offering a single word about it.
That silence soon started eating at me, making sleep impossible. As the night wore on, an alarm went off in my head. A thought awakened in my mind. My wife was going to meet Desai again. He was going to visit Pune. He was going to call her. He was going to take her to hotel suites where I could no longer bother them with my spying methods. My brain laid it all out for me, as if the future was unfolding in front of my eyes, and I was powerless to stop it.
With every passing hour, it became clearer that my marriage was slipping away from my hands, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, unless I established myself as a willing partner in this game of lust – happily welcoming Desai to my house whenever he wanted.
That devastating realization was a shocking twist I hadn’t seen coming.

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Chapter - 48


Desai went back to Mumbai next morning. But I couldn't shake off the devastating thoughts that his short stay at my home had planted in my head.

Would they continue this secret affair? And where would that leave me? The possibility of their continued rendezvous loomed larger in my thoughts, wrestling with the reality I was unwillingly tangled in.
I wondered if I should confess to Meera about having placed the voice recorder and spied on then. So that I could force her to drop any plan to meet him. I thought if I could warn her about what she was going to do, and how it's going to derail our life, then possibly she would reject all the attempts from Desai.
But at the same time, I didn't have the guts to tell her the truth that I had spied on them. I felt it would embarrass Meera so much that she would turn hostile to me. It would be easy for Desai to strike gold after that.
Even though I was worried about these thoughts, there was still hope. Perhaps Meera didn't tell me about Desai's proposal because she would have feared it would create doubts in my head. She could hope to resist Desai's invitations when they happen.
All these thoughts made me eventually decide that I should wait for further evidence before doing anything.
Confronting her or him without solid proof could backfire. For now, I chose to believe in the hope that Desai wasn’t trying to steal Meera from me. She was my wife, after all. Even if she had once found physical pleasure with him, she had chosen to live her life with me. All Desai could ever get was some short-lived intimacy, while I held the bond that truly mattered – or so I told myself.
That evening, when Meera came home from the office, I found myself itching to check her phone. To my dismay, Desai’s name was on her call list. He had called her at noon, and the call had lasted just under three minutes.
I struggled to breathe normally after that. Desai meant business – he had said he was going to meet her, and now he had called her during her lunch break. My mind churned, replaying the countless times I had heard him profess his feelings for her.
“I love you.” How many times had he said that to her?
 
Even during our evening walk, I found it hard to make conversation with Meera. She wasn’t talking much either, which only deepened my unease.
At dinner, Meera broke the silence. “Desai called me during my lunch break.”
I froze, unsure of how to react.
“He asked me if I’d decided to confess to you about it,” she continued.
I stared at her in disbelief. “What did you say?”
“He said he’s not feeling right about hiding the truth from you,” Meera said. “But I told him I’m not going to do it.”
“Is he coming back?”
“What?” Meera asked. “Why would you think that?”
I felt she smelled fault in my question. I struggled to look straight into her eyes. “I mean, to convince you to confess.” I said.
“No, he’s not coming back,” she said. “He just told me he doesn’t feel good about keeping it from you. He thinks we should tell you.”
 
I couldn't help but notice her use of the word ‘we’, grouping herself and Desai into a team, while I was reduced to an outsider – a mere ‘you’. Was I overthinking? Probably. But the words she spoke stayed in my mind.
“He’s just trying to find a way back into this house,” I said. “Tell him he’s not getting another invitation. And if he calls you again, tell him not to.”
Meera nodded. “I’ve already told him that. He’s not welcome in this house anymore.”
I felt she stressed lightly on the word ‘this house’. Could she meet him somewhere else? Was she deliberately leaving that door open?
The possibility was there.
 
That night, when we went to bed, I felt Meera's arms wrap around me. I was struggling to stay composed; the stress was taking its toll. As Meera started kissing around my neck, I wished I could forget everything else and simply welcome her. But I couldn’t bring myself to put my arms around her.
Meera soon pulled my shirt off, her tongue traveling down my chest and belly before moving further down, pulling my shorts along with her.
When she grabbed my dick, I sensed her eagerness, and I couldn’t help but feel seduced against my will as her head dipped down, taking my half-erect dick into her mouth.
My body betrayed me. My dick, no longer listening to my conflicted heart, responded to her touch and grew to its full length in a matter of few seconds. Meera, sensing my arousal, whispered, “I want to ride you, baby.”
Her words triggered an unsettling memory – Desai's demand to her from the night before: “Ride me.” The thought was devastating. Perhaps my wife wasn’t satisfied riding Desai’s dick for a few minutes, and that’s why she wanted to do it with me now, I thought bitterly.
Meera didn’t wait for my response. She rose and straddled my waist. That’s when I noticed she had already removed her skirt. Her top remained on as she positioned herself and slowly guided my dick into her wetness. It slid in effortlessly.
It was a sign I couldn't ignore. There was zero amount of attention from me, but still she was wet like butter. She was surely aroused from feelings that were already in her. If it wasn't me, it was surely Desai.
She began riding me, her breasts bouncing inside her top with every movement. My mind flashed to what Desai had told her the previous night as she rode him: “This sight... Krish must have dreamt of this when you rubbed your boobs on him.”
This view – astonishingly beautiful – had already been enjoyed by him the day before. She had ridden him yesterday, and perhaps the pleasure it gave her then was making her try it with me now. But I knew I wasn't giving her as much as pleasure.
Still, I grabbed her thighs and began thrusting upward. Meera moaned, “Yes... mmm... yes... like that, baby...”
But I couldn’t entertain her for long as I quickly reached the point of no return. Meera read my expression perfectly and pulled herself off just in time. My dick slipped out of her pussy, leaning toward my stomach as I spurted my cum onto my own navel.
“Oh, you’ve come,” Meera gasped, her tone more surprised than disappointed.
I couldn’t help but recall her excitement the previous day when Desai had ejaculated on her belly. I felt my energy fading fast. I panted as Meera gently wiped the drops of cum from my navel, then lay down beside me.
I hugged her tightly, and she leaned in to give me a tender kiss.
“I love you, Krish,” she whispered.
Her words felt like a sudden pour during dry summer, washing away the tension, if only for a moment. All my apprehensions seemed to dissolve in that instant. I kissed her back, sucking her lips softly, and held her even tighter.
“I love you too, baby,” I whispered, clinging to this fragile sense of peace.

I soon fell asleep, but the peace was short-lived. When I woke up in the morning, Meera lay on the other side of the bed, her back turned to me. My eyes were drawn to the curve of her hip, the roundness of her ass – a sight that, on any other day, would have filled me with desire. But last night’s events came rushing back, and with them, the weight of my inadequacy.
There she was- my unsatisfied wife. The woman who, just hours ago, had climbed onto me with excitement, only to end up sleeping unfulfilled. The thought was devastating. What could possibly stop her from going back to Desai, the man who had given her earth-shattering orgasms, the kind I clearly couldn’t? The more I dwelled on it, the more inevitable it seemed. It wasn’t a question of if she’d meet him again; it was a question of when. And I feared it would happen far sooner than I was prepared for.
I couldn’t stay in bed any longer. The thought of her slipping away from me, of her finding comfort in his arms again, troubled my soul. Restless and uneasy, I got up, my mind spiralling into dark possibilities.
My nightmares were returning, finding their way back into my reality. And this time, I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to face them.
 
In the days that followed, I became a man possessed. Every evening, as soon as Meera returned from work, I found myself drawn to her phone. The moment she’d step into the shower or head to the kitchen to prepare dinner, I’d swipe her phone off the table and quickly check for any sign of Desai. At first, I convinced myself I was being cautious, that it was just a way to clear my head. But the more I checked, the more suspicious I became.
I scanned the call logs daily, searching for any mention of his name. But Desai's name wasn’t there. No missed calls, no outgoing calls, nothing. Still, that didn’t bring any comfort. I knew how easy it was to delete a number from the call history. The absence of evidence could be an evidence itself – proof that she was hiding something from me.
It wasn’t just the call logs. I started digging deeper, scrolling through her WhatsApp chats. I told myself I was doing it for us, for our marriage, to prevent her from slipping away. But with every chat I opened, every conversation I scanned, there was no trace of him. No messages, no chats archived or deleted. Yet, the clean slate on her phone only made my doubts grow stronger. It seemed impossible that a man like Desai – so assertive, so persistent – wouldn’t have contacted her since that day. The absence of his messages felt unnatural, like a calculated silence meant to throw me off guard.
I began questioning even the smallest things. If Meera took longer than usual in the bathroom, my mind would wander. Is she talking to him? Did she hide her phone somewhere? If she laughed at something on her phone while scrolling through Instagram or something, I’d feel a tightening in my chest. Was it something he sent her? A message I wouldn’t be able to see?
Soon, even the little things started to worry me. When she got home from work, I’d note how quickly she put her phone away. Had she been texting him during the drive? Was she deleting the evidence before coming inside? The way her eyes remained glued to her screen when she thought I wasn’t looking, the occasional smile that didn’t seem to belong to the conversation we were having – everything was feeding my growing paranoia.
I became obsessed with timing. If she stepped out of the bedroom at night for any reason for too long, I wondered if she had quickly sent him a message. If her phone buzzed at odd hours, my heart raced. I kept telling myself there had to be some hidden app, some secret place where they were communicating, and I just hadn’t found it yet.
No matter how many times I checked her phone, it was never enough. My mind kept looping back to the same fear: She’s still talking to him, and I just don’t know how.
 
One day when I was returning from work, I stopped by a small grocery shop on the way. To my surprise, I ran into Desai's old driver. I remembered the man well from our earlier days together. He used to keep Desai's car to drive him around whenever he was in Pune. When Desai finally ended his business connections in Pune, he had sold the car, seemingly cutting ties with the old man.
It was after a long gap I was meeting him, at the grocery shop.
We exchanged greetings and I asked him how he was doing. That’s when he told me, after Desai sold his car he had helped him start a new life. Desai had bought the man a house and set him up with this small grocery store next door. I was amazed. Desai hadn’t just given him a lump-sum amount to settle the retirement – he’d provided him with independence, a way to earn his own living. The driver’s eyes gleamed with respect as he spoke about Desai.
“If someone asked me to choose between Desai sir and God, I’d place Desai sir above God himself,” the man said in his voice thick with gratitude.
I left the shop in silence, thoughts filling my head.
How do you hate a man who not only helps you but changes lives wherever he goes?
 
Desai wasn’t just some opportunist or selfish man; he was someone people admired. And it was this larger-than-life persona that made it all the harder for me to cope with the betrayal he was preparing to commit to me.
I couldn’t imagine him as a villain twisting his moustache in the dark, waiting to destroy my life. He was charismatic, generous, and, infuriatingly enough, someone who made you feel important just by being around him. I couldn’t shake the image of him as the guy who could solve problems, who people naturally drawn to – like how Sharma Ji had ended up requesting him to extend his stay – and that made it all the harder for me to cope with what had happened between him and Meera.
I felt drained, even powerless, in my attempts to hate him. No matter how much I wanted to paint him as the antagonist in my story, Desai refused to fit that role. I couldn’t even remember the ugly-looking man with smoke-stained teeth that he used to be when he had seduced my wife for the first time. That memory of him was so gone, erased from my brain, and replaced by what he was now. He wasn’t just the other guy in Meera’s life – he was the kind of person everyone respected, including me. And that realization left me conflicted.
How could I hate the man who seemed to have everything going for him? More than that, how could I hate the man who seemed to give Meera something I couldn’t?
He was too good to hate, yet he was someone I didn’t want to confront. I simply didn’t have the power to hate him and that was the cruellest twist in this conflict.

A few weeks passed when Desai told me he was taking a break from work. He said he was feeling alone and needed some time to rejuvenate. He went to Arunachal Pradesh, specifically to the Ziro Valley. When he returned, he told me about the calming mountain air and the fun he had trekking along the Dolo Mando trail. He mentioned how much peace he found during the enchanting Ziro Music Festival there. I couldn't help but feel that his trip was more than just a getaway – it was his way of finding peace, of trying to cope with the fact that he was not able to decide how to have what he wanted to have in his life – Meera.  A part of me felt bad for him. He deserved better.
The more I thought about him, the harder it became to resent him. Every time I made love to Meera, I couldn’t help but think of him, lying in his bed, dreaming of these moments, longing for the same affection Meera was showing me. It weighed on me. I felt like I was failing both of them. Especially after nights where I couldn’t fully satisfy Meera in bed, I’d lie awake, plagued by thoughts that Desai would’ve been better for her. That maybe, just maybe, they deserved each other more than I deserved either of them.
Despite my constant surveillance – checking Meera’s phone and looking for signs – I found nothing. No calls, no texts. And instead of relief, I felt disappointment. Desai wasn’t trying anymore. Was he giving up? Had he really walked away from Meera? At first, the idea of him contacting her filled me with dread, but as time passed, I started thinking differently. Maybe I could endure it. Maybe this was what they both truly deserved.
In the end, I found myself wishing for something I never thought I would – that somehow, in some way, they would find their way back to each other.
 
Maithrei contacted me one day, her voice ringing with the excitement of news.
“All the flats at Alpine Heights have been sold, Krish. The place has become a success. People enjoy living there. If you're not interested in moving in, then I suggest you at least lease it out. It would help you earn quite a sum.”
 
I remembered Maithrei calling me to ask me if I was willing to sell the apartment. That day when we met after the quick chat we no more talked about the apartment. Instead we ended up making love in my car. When Maithrei phoned me and talked about the apartment again, I couldn’t help but wonder if we were ever going to repeat the outcome of the day ever again. Maithrei, lying in a more spacious place, like a cosy bed, and I ready to push my dick into her wet pussy. The thought made me warm. But I quickly overcome the thoughts.  It was out of frustration. I said myself and then quickly wondered if I too was making up an excuse for fucking someone other than your wife. Like Desai who spoke the same way after screwing Nidhi multiple times.

“I’ll discuss it with Meera,” I told Maithrei, keeping my voice normal despite the thoughts going in my mind.

When I told Meera about Maithrei’s suggestion, her eyes lit up. “I’ve heard about it too! One of my colleagues was astonished when I told her I owned a flat in Alpine Heights. Her family had tried to get one, but it was sold out before that.”
She then posed a question. “Krish, have you thought about us moving into that house? It’s more spacious and closer to my office.”
The idea sounded appealing but I hesitated. “but it’s farther from my office.”
Meera laughed, “You own your own business unlike me, who’s just an employee in someone else’s business. You can even shift your business closer to the house you want to live in.”
I just laughed with her.
 
Two days later, while discussing some official matters with Desai over the phone, he casually asked, “So, are you moving into Alpine Heights?” The question caught me off guard.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I said, masking the unease that began to churn in my stomach.
Desai continued, “I had recommended the spot to Maithrei to start her real estate business, but I never envisioned it would be this successful.”
 
As the conversation ended, a chilling realization hit me: Meera must have discussed the apartment news with Desai. That evening, I found myself checking her phone again, heart racing with anticipation. But again, there was no call record, no chat, and no evidence of their talk. It felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.
The lack of evidence was the evidence.
 
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Meera was successfully hiding their conversations from me. I replayed the days in my mind, counting thirty-eight since Ritu’s wedding. Had they been in contact all this time? The thought of them meeting at a place far from my house, during the day, devastated me.
As I lay in bed that night, I stared at the ceiling, the weight of my thoughts suffocating. The sound of Meera’s soft breathing beside me felt like a cruel reminder of the distance growing between us. I couldn’t help but feel like a ghost in my own life, haunting the shadows of what once was, and fearing the reality of what might be.
 
This incident convinced me that I had to uncover the truth at any cost. The doubts had been eating away at me, and I needed answers. Initially, I considered hiring a private detective. But I quickly dismissed the idea. Meera worked in the finance sector – spying on her through an agency was risky. Her company might have stringent firewalls tracking their employees, and if someone tried to hack her devices, it could be interpreted as hacking the company’s system, turning it into a legal issue far beyond a domestic problem. With my background in security services, I understood the magnitude of such a risk. A scandal like that, with my wife being hacked by her husband, would not only jeopardize our personal lives but could also tarnish the reputation of my company. I couldn’t afford to let that happen.
I was left feeling cornered, searching for a way to uncover the truth without risking everything.
Then, one day, I was handed a golden opportunity. Meera had left for work, and as I prepared to head to the office, I noticed that she had forgotten to take her laptop. I stopped, with my mind filled with hope. I knew Meera’s laptop had the WhatsApp desktop app installed, and she often used it while working.
Quickly, I opened the laptop and connected it to the home Wi-Fi. My heart raced as the screen loaded, and to my great excitement, the WhatsApp app was still linked to her account. I could see all her messages until they were deleted, giving me a window into her communications. I just needed stay glued to the screen, watching it every second.
This was my chance.
 
I first thought of taking the laptop to my office so that I can keep an eye. But disconnecting it from my home Wi-Fi might log-off from the account and I would lose the opportunity.
I immediately called Nidhi, telling her I’d be late for work, citing a fake meeting outside the office. I stayed at home, and for the rest of the day, my eyes were glued to the laptop screen, waiting for any sign of the truth.
There were many chats, but nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. My patience was wearing thin, and doubt began to creep in again. But then, just past noon, it happened. A message appeared at the top of the chat list with a notification symbol. It started with a simple "Hi." It was the first message and I could read it without opening the chat.
My pulse quickened as I saw that the message was from Desai. Finally, I had found what I was looking for. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for.
Today, I would learn what had been brewing behind my back.
 
As soon as the notification symbol disappeared, I knew Meera had opened Desai's message on her phone, and I opened the chat to read.
"Hi," Meera had replied.
The conversation escalated quickly from there:
Desai: "Decided when you're going?"
Meera: "Maybe this weekend."
Desai: "Sunday?"
Meera: "Why so curious?"
Desai: "Have you told him?"
Meera: "He'll be ready as soon as I tell."
Desai: "Are you going to tell him?"
Meera: "Yup. Why not?"
Desai: "Come on."
Meera: "What?"
Desai: "Don't."
Meera: “Then?”
Desai: “We can meet.” “There.”
Meera: "Susheel. No."
Desai: "Make it Friday."
Meera: "I'm scared."
Desai: "It's more than a month, baby."
Meera: "Shit scared."
Desai: "Think of us, Meera."
Meera: "That's even more scary."
Meera: “Scarier*”
Desai: "You can take an extended lunch break. I'll make lunch arrangements."
Meera: "I know it's not about lunch."
Desai: "I'm not objecting."
Meera: "Objecting? Haha."
Desai: "You haven't told him about going there yet, right?"
Meera: "I told you. I haven't seen the apartment in a while. Need to see it to decide."
Desai: "Don't tell him. I'm booking a flight."
Meera: "What?"
Meera: “There’s no flight from Mumbai to Pune btw.”
Meera: “In morning.”
Desai's reply came after a few seconds.
Desai: "Finishing the booking."
Meera: "Wait."
Desai: “I’ve waited so long.”
Desai: "I’m coming."
And the next thing I saw on the screen was a screenshot of Desai’s laptop – the confirmation of a flight ticket. My heart stopped as I read the details: Friday, departing from Bangalore at 9:25 AM, arriving in Pune at 10:50 AM.
Meera: "Are you crazy?"
Desai: "We're having lunch. I can’t wait to see you."
Meera: "You’re in Bangalore?"
Desai: "Tomorrow I’m going there. I’ll return to Mumbai from Pune."
Meera: "When will I be free?"
Desai: "I will bring you a gift. I hope you’ll love it."
Meera: "What gift?"
Desai: "Surprise."
Meera: "I know what it is."
Desai: "How?"
Meera: "I’d be staring at the ceiling while being gifted."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. Meera knew exactly what she was committing to, and Desai's reply was just a confirmation of it.
Desai: "Are you thinking of it, baby?"
Meera: "Hell. You."
Desai: "Heaven. You."
Meera: "Haha."
Desai: "Should I come soon?"
Meera: "Don’t come soon. I like it that way."
Desai: "I hope your place has a bed."
Meera: "It has a bed and a couch in every room."
Meera: "The last time when I saw."
Desai: "Woooooooo…“
Desai: “That’s my girl!"
Meera: "Gotta go. Bye."
Desai: "Bye."
As soon as the chat ended, I watched in disbelief as the entire conversation vanished from the screen. Meera had deleted it. I exited the chat, my hands trembling. Moments later, Desai's name disappeared from the chat list too.
I was stunned by the level of caution Meera had been taking to avoid getting caught. And now, she was about to meet Desai at our apartment in Alpine Heights. Even though the chat had started with a small sign of resistance from Meera, it ended with her confirming that the flat had enough furniture for their rendezvous. Not only that – she even admitted her desires with the words "don’t come soon. I like it that way."
She meant ‘don’t cum soon, I like it that way’, didn’t she?
My mind spiralled as I quickly compared the average lovemaking sessions I had with her to the intense, orgasmic pleasure I had witnessed her sharing with Desai, especially the screaming I’d heard on Ritu’s wedding night. She had been waiting for this without even realizing it, and now, it was finally happening.
It was Wednesday. In just two days, Meera would be meeting Desai at our spare apartment with the sole intention of having sex with him. The thought of them having sex wasn’t new to me, but this time, it felt like a brutal betrayal. She was going to cheat on me. I had no part to play in this. Neither I nor my half-hearted encouragement was needed. It was all happening on her own terms, and Desai – who had always claimed to be my brother and had promised not to see her outside my house – was seducing her into breaking my trust.
What I had feared from day one – if there even was a day one – was finally happening.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know if I should do anything.
 
I struggled to survive the whole day after that. My mind was a battlefield of confusion and hurt. I couldn’t stay at home, so I dragged myself to the office, even though I felt no purpose being there. As I entered, I saw Nidhi bent over a register next to her desktop keyboard, busy scribbling something down. Her shirt was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage, and through the gap between her neck and shirt, I saw the cup of her white bra. For a moment, I stared. And the first thing that came to my mind was that Desai had enjoyed those tits too, which I came to know about after many days. Now, he was set to enjoy my wife, behind my back. Whether I liked it or not, it was the truth.
"Hi, Krish sir. How did the meeting go?"
Nidhi looked up, clearly surprised by my sudden presence. I couldn’t find the words to reply.
"I didn’t see you coming," she added, her tone casual, but I felt she’d noticed my gaze lingering a bit too long.
I scrambled to cover up my embarrassment. "This shirt looks good on you, Nidhi," I said, forcing a smile.
She blushed, smiling back. "Thank you."
I nodded, trying to compose myself. "Meeting went well. I hope it will bring us something special."
As I walked into my cabin, I muttered under my breath, "Yeah, truly special."
That night, when Meera came home, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me – something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was strange. I’d faced many moments in my life when I had to welcome her after she had sex with another man. But this… this was different. This time, I knew she had come home after committing to a meticulous plan to meet Desai with the sole intention of having sex with him. My lovely wife had committed to betraying me.
The betrayal wasn’t just about the sex. It was the secrecy. If she had come to me, spoken openly, and told me she was going to sleep with Desai, I might have allowed it. That was who I was. After all, if I could convince her that it was okay to sleep with another man, she could have easily convinced me the same. That’s how our relationship worked. We talked, we agreed, we set boundaries. But this time… this time she had chosen not to include me.
She knew I wouldn’t object. Desai had even suggested she confess to me, but she didn’t. I had told her not to agree with Desai’s request, but my reason was to stop him from finding his way back into our lives. I wanted him gone, knowing that there would be no end to this cycle. But Meera’s decision to see him without conveying her plans to me – it meant she didn’t want me involved. She wanted Desai all for herself, didn’t she?
The thought distressed me, eating away any sense of peace.
 
That night, as we lay in bed, a strange disgust twisted inside me. I looked at Meera, not as my wife, but as someone else's woman; Desai’s woman. It hit me how I had once looked at Maithrei with that same lustful hunger, only because she had belonged to Desai. And now, Meera – my Meera – felt like she was his too.
The moment she lay beside me, something snapped. I couldn't hold back. My arms went around her, pulling her close, and my lips crashed into hers, claiming her in a way that felt more desperate than loving. I almost tore off her clothes in my haste, my teeth finding her neck, biting hard, marking her skin with hickeys. Meera was startled by the intensity, but she didn’t resist. Maybe she was excited about Friday. Maybe she knew I deserved one last taste of her before she went to Desai, to receive his "special gift," staring at the ceiling, legs spread wide apart, just as she had implied.
As my mind churned with a sickening mix of lust and vengeance, I found myself pushing her legs apart, diving down to bury my face between her thighs. My tongue thrust into her pussy, licking her like I had something to prove. Her moans grew louder as I kept going, but I wasn’t stopping. Not yet. I moved up to suck on her breasts, biting her nipples, and slipped my fingers inside her wetness, making her writhe beneath me. She cried out, her body arching with ecstasy.
“Aaahhh, Krish... Oh my god... You're killing me...mmm... aaah,” Meera gasped, her voice full of pleasure.
Without thinking, I spread her legs again and thrust into her. My cock slid easily into her slick pussy, and I lifted her legs to my shoulders, pounding her hard from the start. I wasn’t holding back. This felt like the last time I’d get to fuck her before she went to Desai, before she gave herself to him. My pace quickened, the heat in my body rising as I felt her struggle to keep up. And then, with a loud groan, I let go, pumping my cum deep inside her.
“Pull out, Krish. Pull out...” she cried, but it was too late. I was already filling her up.
“It’s over, Meera…” I panted. “It’s over. Let me finish.”
It took a while for my senses to return. And when they did, I felt a sudden wave of guilt. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, but she gave me a scornful look.
“Tomorrow you're gonna buy me a pill,” she said, her tone sharp.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.
Then, without really thinking, I added, “Why? Can’t we just keep it?”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “What! Is this how you want to do this?”
Her frustration lit a fire in me too. “You never want to give birth to a child with me, it seems,” I snapped.
Meera’s irritation deepened. “I said this is not how we do it. We need to plan, Krish.”
“When?”
“Come on, Krish, let’s not talk now. Let’s not spoil the night, please,” she pleaded, her anger softening. She seemed to realize that my frustration had triggered hers. She leaned toward me, her arm wrapping around my chest in a gesture of peace.
“I’m not ready now, Krish. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?” she whispered, her voice gentler.
I nodded, defeated. “Okay,” I said quietly.
She moved away and headed to the bathroom to clean up. When I followed her, I found her already asleep by the time I returned.
I stared at her, a pang of guilt eating at me. She was exhausted, and my anger had made me cruel. Whatever Meera was doing – whatever choices she was making – I couldn’t deny that I had planted the seeds of it. I had nurtured this part of her.
As I lay down beside her, I asked myself if I was truly ready to tolerate my wife cheating on me. What could I do? I searched for an answer, but nothing came. Nothing at all.
The next day, Meera carried her laptop to the office, leaving me no opportunity to spy on her. But I already had the critical piece of information: the screenshot of Desai’s flight ticket. His flight was scheduled to arrive at 10:50 a.m., meaning by 11:30 a.m., he'd be on his way to Alpine Heights. Meera would soon follow for their "extended lunch."
I couldn’t shake the memory of Meera’s playful yet telling remark, "Don’t come soon. I like it that way." It was her way of admitting she enjoyed how Desai could last longer than me, ensuring she reached orgasm every time. The thought tormented me throughout the day. My mind was scattered; I was present everywhere but engaged nowhere. At noon, I skipped lunch, haunted by images of my wife texting Desai, possibly promising him what she wanted him to do when they met.
"Every room has a bed and a couch," I remembered her telling him. I imagined them taking full advantage of that, fucking in every room, on every bed, every couch – clothes discarded, her body fully available to satisfy his endless lust.
Desai had told her how he had been waiting for her for "more than a month." Last time, he’d given her a shower of cum on her belly. This time, I pictured him aiming for her face, drenching her in it. And she’d love it. She’d revel in every degrading moment of it.
I was losing control of my thoughts.
In the evening, Nidhi interrupted my spiral, asking me if something was wrong.
Startled, I snapped, “Nothing.”
But she persisted. “No, Krish sir, I know you’re worried. What’s wrong?”
“Can you stop calling me ‘sir’? Call me just Krish.” My voice unintentionally rose, startling her.
“Sorry,” she murmured before quietly retreating to her desk. I felt bad almost immediately and went over to apologize. After I did, Nidhi shook her head and asked, “Are you ready to talk? You said you’re okay with keeping secrets between us. What happened to you?”
I hesitated but realized she was the only one I could confide in. I asked her to come to my office.
“Nidhi, this is about Desai. I think you’re the only one I can tell the truth to right now. Desai and Meera are seeing each other behind my back.”
Her face was a mixture of surprise and confusion. “What?”
“My fear... it’s the truth now. They’re meeting tomorrow. They’re going to...”
I trailed off.
“How do you know this?”
“I traced Meera’s WhatsApp. Desai is coming to Pune.”
“If you’re so sure, and if you're worried about it, why aren’t you stopping it?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.
“That’s hard to explain. Desai has already slept with my wife. The last time was a month ago.”
“A month ago?”
“Yeah, he came to stay at my house to attend a wedding in our complex. And during that wedding... they did it. He wanted Meera to confess to me.”
“If they did it a month ago, why are you so tense about tomorrow?”
I found it hard to explain.
“That was consensual. I mean, they were sexually attracted, and I let it happen. It’s just sex. My wife is free to have it outside our marriage. That’s our policy. And vice versa. Like, I’ve had sex with other women. Meera’s okay with that. We’re that open.”
“Sounds... interesting.” Nidhi gave me a curious look. “Then?”
“But now she’s meeting him, and I have proof. They’re meeting at a vacant apartment that we have in the city, tomorrow at noon.”
“If you don’t want it to happen, you can stop it. But if you don’t want to stop it, then maybe you don’t mind it,” she pointed out.
“I’m not disturbed by them having sex, Nidhi. I’m disturbed that they’ve decided to do this behind my back.”
Nidhi nodded slowly. “Please don't mind me asking. Why do you let her do this? Have fun with other men?”
“It spices up our relationship.”
“So it’s spiced things up so far?”
“Yeah, but now it feels out of hand.”
“Have you seen them having sex before?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t stop it?”
“I wanted to watch.”
“And it was fun?”
“Yes.”
“Then maybe you should watch tomorrow too," she said.
I looked at her. “Are you serious? I can’t do that,” I said. “If I get caught, it’ll be embarrassing as hell.”
"Then why not put some cameras inside?"
I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Yeah... but the problem is, Desai’s too smart. He’d notice them. I might know ten places to hide cameras, but he’d probably figure out eleven. And besides, there’s no time left to hire a professional team to set them up in a truly concealed manner.”
Nidhi nodded. She spoke after a few seconds. “You said you’ve watched them having sex before. How was it?”
Her bold question made me pause. I looked at her slowly, pondering whether I should answer honestly. I cleared my throat and spoke. “It was like... sensational. He’s really good at it. You know... I mean, you know how it is. That’s probably why Meera agreed to see him again. Alone."
Nidhi looked intrigued, her eyes fixed on me. “Has Meera done it with other men too?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“And you’ve seen that too?”
“Yes.”
For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her expression unreadable. Then she asked, “Has she seen you having sex with other women?”
“Yes.”
Nidhi's eyes widened, and she couldn’t take her eyes off me. “Doesn’t that feel awkward?” she asked.
"Do you find it awkward?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “I don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel awkward to me.” She paused and then said, “You know, when I was with Desai sir, he once told me to think about having sex with Sundeep.”
I shook my head. She had told me about it long ago.
She went on. “He wanted me to compare him with Sundeep and appreciate that he was better. And honestly, he was. But that wasn’t the part that thrilled him the most. He seemed... excited by the idea of me going back to Sundeep, having sex with him, and thinking of Desai sir while I was with Sundeep. He’s a man of fantasies.”
Talking to her was surely lightening my mood. I laughed slowly. “Desai loves to bang committed women. I’ve never heard of him pursuing a single woman.”
Nidhi smirked. “You’re also like him, aren’t you?”
"Why do you think so?" I couldn’t hide my surprise.
Nidhi was staring right into my eyes. “Have you ever had sex with a single woman?”
I felt caught off-guard, but I didn’t look away. I slowly nodded. “No.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and I could see the hint of amusement in her eyes.
“What’s that look for?” I asked. “Are you comparing me with Desai now?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled again, this time with a hint of shyness. Her silence left me wondering what was going through her mind. Was she thinking about Desai? Or... was she thinking about me?
"You’re having fun, aren’t you?" I asked.
"Maybe, but you’re also having fun," Nidhi said with a smile.
When Nidhi got up and turned back to exit my office cabin, I couldn’t help but look at her body. Her thin figure and the curve of her beautiful ass caught my eye. For a fraction of a second, I thought about how Desai must have had pleasure with her, making her cry out while he pumped his manhood into her less experienced pussy. The thought made me instantly jealous, and I quickly decided that I had to somehow find out what Desai was going to do with my wife.
Our conversation and Nidhi's idea of watching Desai and Meera at Alpine Heights had gotten into my head. When I got home, I checked its keys.
The apartment at Alpine Heights had a traditional lock which was put during final construction days. unlike our current home with its digital password. There were three keys in total. I set one aside, though unsure of how to plan my next move. With the key, I could surely unlock the door and enter the house. But there was no way I could lock it again from the outside. I had to find a way.
Later, when Meera came home, she asked me if I’d bought the pill. I had completely forgotten.
“I’ll go and get it now,” I said.
“No worries. I knew you’d forget, so I bought it myself,” she said nonchalantly.
Her eagerness to take it was understandable. It was clear she wanted to make sure she’d be protected for the next two days, allowing Desai to finish inside her without worry. The mix of devastation and arousal that surged through me was overwhelming – my wife was preparing herself for Desai.
That night, as I tried to put my arm around Meera, she stopped me.
"Not today, Krish. I'm really tired."
I knew what she meant. She was preserving her body for Desai. Jealousy flared in my chest, but I pushed forward.
“But I’m already up, baby,” I teased, moving her hand to my crotch. She giggled, her fingers closing around my erection through my pants. The overwhelming tension that I had been carrying since the morning had left my dick in a never ending sense of erection.
“Don’t you want to help?” I asked, feeling the tension between us.
"Okay," she said with a soft laugh and slipped her hand inside my pants and briefs. The warmth of her palm was a welcome comfort. I helped her strip away my clothes.
“Mmm, you are up. So hard,” Meera murmured, her voice filled with playful seduction. She began stroking me slowly, and before long, her mouth replaced her hand. Her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep until the tip of my cock grazed the back of her throat. When she pulled back, she licked under it, sending shivers down my spine.
“Aaah…” I moaned, unable to hold it in.
“Love it?” she asked, her voice sultry.
“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to speak.
Meera continued, her rhythm perfect – alternating between sucking and jerking me off. Every motion heightened the tension until I felt myself on the edge.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” I warned her.
Meera didn’t stop. Instead, she opened her mouth, waiting. “Come for me, yes,” she whispered.
When I came, she took me fully into her mouth, swallowing without hesitation. Despite knowing she was preserving her body for Desai, the fact that I could still fill her mouth with my cum, and that she swallowed it all, was a strange and twisted satisfaction.
 
The next morning, when I woke up, Meera was already awake, her arms wrapped around me. She cuddled closer, her face pressed against my neck before she lifted it to kiss my chin.
“I love you, Krish,” she whispered softly, and I felt her sincerity.
In that moment, I felt loved. Despite everything, Meera was still mine. She was trying to make peace with herself, trying to compensate for what she was planning to do with Desai. She did love me – of that I was sure. But the reality of her desires was pushing her toward this encounter. A part of me felt sorry for her, sorry that she couldn’t find complete satisfaction with me. I knew I had disappointed her in bed too many times, and maybe, just maybe, she deserved to experience total satisfaction with Desai or someone else every once in a while.
We had come so far with this open arrangement, both of us having multiple partners. So why was today any different? I wondered. What was there to worry about now?
I kissed her back. “I love you too, honey.”
As we had breakfast, I could sense Meera’s nervousness. She was tense, but I knew exactly why.
That morning, when Meera left for work, she wore a blue A-line dress that fell gracefully close to her ankles. The fabric was soft and silky, catching the light as she moved. It was slightly loose around her waist, yet it gently traced the curves of her body, hinting at her shape without clinging too tightly. The dress swayed lightly with each step, giving her a serene elegance, the kind of effortless beauty that she always pulled off.
Her makeup was minimal, just enough to enhance her features – soft eyeliner, a hint of blush, and a touch of lip gloss. She looked naturally radiant, but I couldn’t help but wonder if her choice of subtle makeup was intentional. She knew she would be meeting Desai later, at Alpine Heights. She would be wary of her makeup getting ruined during their expectedly passionate date at noon. As she smiled, unaware of my thoughts, I knew she was already thinking ahead, knowing exactly what would happen next.
She didn’t look sweet or soft this morning; she looked like a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Her eyes sparkled, seductive and intoxicating, drawing attention effortlessly.
The thought of Desai taming her in bed later that day crushed me inside. But I couldn’t look away.

chapter to be continued ...

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Chapter 48 continues

After Meera left for work, I made my way to the office, feeling the mental pressure, unable to think of anything but the future of the day. Nidhi, noticing my unease, didn’t hesitate to ask.
“Is it happening?”
It was just after the morning briefing was over and we were alone.
“Yeah,” I admitted hesitantly. “I think I should just let it happen. It’s fine.”
“How’s she been at home? I mean... her behavior with you?” Nidhi’s concern was evident.
“She’s perfect,” I replied, trying to sound convincing.
Nidhi gave me a look that suggested she didn’t entirely believe me. Sensing her doubt, I added, “Actually, last night, we had some great fun.” I could sense a hint of satisfaction slipping into my voice.
Nidhi raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Special treatment?”
I smiled. “Yeah, she gave me a little something extra.” My grin widened as I noticed her own smile forming, though there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
“Oh, I see,” she said, her tone playful. Then, after a quick glance around to make sure no one was within earshot, she leaned in slightly. “So... are you planning to go there? You know, secretly?”
“I wish I could,” I admitted. “But there’s a problem.” I explained the issue with the door lock. “The door has a conventional lock that can only be operated from the outside. Once I’m inside, I can’t lock it myself.”
“Oh, so how are you going to handle that?” Nidhi asked.
“I was thinking of getting inside the house through the balcony after unlocking it from the inside.”
“That’s dangerous,” she said, frowning.
“There’s no other way. I have to try.”
Nidhi paused, considering the situation, before offering a suggestion. “I’ll come with you to your apartment,” she said. “Once you’re inside, I’ll lock the door from the outside and take the key with me. That way, you’ll be safe, and I can come back later to unlock it for you.”
I stared at her, surprised. “Are you sure?”
I hadn’t expected her to get so involved in my problem.
“Yeah. We can do it,” she said with a reassuring smile.
I nodded, thanking her with my eyes for her support.
At around 10am, Nidhi and I made our way to the Alpine Heights. I left my car at the office, choosing instead to ride on her scooty to avoid suspicion. When we reached my apartment, I quickly checked to ensure no one was watching as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Nidhi followed closely behind, her jaw dropping in surprise.
“It’s huge! Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she walked into the hall.
“There’s nothing here – no extra items. That’s why it looks so spacious,” I replied, though my my mind was preoccupied with what lay ahead instead of the size of the flat.
"Way more than I imagined," she said almost to herself and then added, “But I guess now’s not the time to check it out.”
I glanced at her, suppressing a small smile. “Meera was actually planning to come here with me,” I said. “She wanted to see if it’d be a good place for us to move into.”
Nidhi turned to me. “Move?”
“That was the plan. But then Desai found out and suggested they could meet here instead," I said.
Nidhi nodded and stepped closer to me. And her voice was lower when she asked, "so, where are you going to hide?”
“I’ll figure it out.” I said, looking around.
Nidhi turned to me, concern crossing her face. “Are you nervous?”
“Yeah, a little,” I admitted, trying to smile but feeling the tension rise within me.
She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not going to get violent, right? Like, some altercation happens and if you end up killing them, I’ll end up in jail too, as your partner in crime. Tomorrow’s news: ‘Man, with the help of his girlfriend, kills wife and her lover.’”
Her joke made me laugh despite my anxiety. “If that happens, I’ll definitely consider linking my name with yours,” I teased.
Nidhi laughed but then asked with playful innocence, “Do I really look that beautiful?”
I leaned forward and squeezed her shoulder gently. “You’re my little sweetheart already, Nidhi. My partner in crime.”
She blushed, her eyes reflecting a hint of shyness. She looked cute, but I wasn’t in the mood for flirting. My body felt hot with anticipation, the reality of what I was about to witness gnawing at me.
“I was worried about where you’d hide until we got here,” Nidhi went on with a smile. “But now, seeing how big this place is, I think you’ll manage just fine. Plenty of space for you to disappear.”
I began to smile and she added, “so much space is there; it's actually making me wonder of I too should stay around, with you. I hope I won't die of tension and heart attack."
I stared at her, unsure whether she really meant that. She saw my look. "I mean... If you're okay with that, of course." She added, almost looking embarrassed.
"And who's going to lock the door then?" I asked.
She froze for a moment, and then a laugh bubbled out of her. “Okay, that was dumb. Forget I said it.” She shook her head, smiling at her own foolishness.
For a moment, I just watched her. The way her face glowed, a mix of charm and embarrassment, was... distracting. There was something about the way she could laugh at herself that felt disarming, like she was letting me see a part of her she usually kept hidden.

Nidhi left shortly after, locking the flat from the outside as we had planned. She also kept my phone, saying it would save me from unexpected drama in this game of secret. 
Now, I was alone, and the real wait began.
I removed my shoes and belt, hiding them under a wooden cot to avoid detection. As I wandered around the flat, I searched for the perfect hiding spot. The shelves didn’t seem like a safe option – if they opened one out of curiosity, I’d be caught red-handed.
I checked the time on the wall clock. It was almost 10.30 a.m. Desai's flight was scheduled to arrive at 10:50 a.m. It would take him about half an hour to get out of the airport and head to this place. Meera might already be waiting for him, but I doubted she would have time to go to the airport to receive him because of her busy schedule at work.
It seemed more likely that they would meet here directly. They might stop at a café for coffee before coming over, but I felt that was unlikely. Desai would be craving a more substantial feast, and why would he waste time on coffee? He would probably rush here as quickly as possible, eager to take Meera to bed without delay.
Based on my calculations, they would likely arrive here by 11:50 a.m.
I needed to find a place to hide in the empty house. With nothing but basic furniture in the rooms, finding a good hiding spot was challenging. I walked around, trying to predict where they would spend their time together. The master bedroom seemed the most likely choice.
As I stepped into the room, my heart raced at the sight of the king-size bed. "It has a bed and a couch in every room," I remembered her message to Desai.
In just a few hours, my wife would be welcoming her lover in this very bed – offering him her married body, accepting his manhood into her. She would be seeking and delivering pleasure with a man who wasn’t her husband. She would give him the kind of insane pleasure that I could only wish for.
I thought about how to hide myself in the master bedroom. The empty shelves, equipped with locks, were an option, but risky – if Meera or Desai decided to open or lock them out of curiosity, I could end up either caught or trapped. There were no curtains to offer cover either. The only feasible hiding place was under the bed.
The bed was heavy, and there wasn’t enough of a gap on the sides for me to easily squeeze in. However, the inside of the bed’s frame was hollow, providing just enough space for me to lie beneath it if I somehow could get in. But even that felt unsafe. What if Meera or Desai decided to check under it?
I remembered how Desai had used an app the last time he was with Meera to scan for spy devices in the room. They could easily be suspicious and inspect beneath the bed. I needed to make my plan foolproof.
Searching for a solution, I found some empty cartons in the kitchen. I carried them to the master bedroom and arranged them under the bed, creating additional cover for myself. I left small gaps between the cartons to allow myself a view of the room.
At 11:45 a.m., with my heart pounding in anticipation, I carefully lifted one side of the bed and maneuvered myself into the narrow space beneath it. I positioned myself behind the cartons, concealed but with a clear vantage point. I removed my shoes, belt, and wallet – anything that might inadvertently make noise. Yet, as the clock inched closer to noon, my heartbeats seemed deafeningly loud, and I worried that Desai might hear them if he was particularly alert.
I lay stiff under the bed, barely daring to breathe, waiting for their arrival. But as the seconds turned into what felt like minutes, and the silence stretched on, doubt began to creep in. My mind suddenly cooked a thought that threw me out of my focus. What if they changed their plan on their way to this place and went to any hotel suite of Desai's choice instead?
The thought kept growing, overpowering me. What if all my preparation, all this waiting, had been for nothing?
The silence that filled the house was beginning to suffocate me. I glanced at the clock again. 12:00.
I heard nothing. Not a single footstep. Not the creak of a door. Nothing at all.
I knew it. The plan was falling apart.

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So many comments and discussions. Like someone stated earlier, some comments are more entertaining than the story itself. Thank you, to all those who've been sharing their thoughts.
And yes, the story is nearing the end. I'm counting three chapters 49,50,&51 as of now plus possibly an epilogue. About the epilogue I'm not in favour, but I will write it if it feels necessary when I finish.
About the timing of the next chapter. I don't know. I'm on it. But it's not coming before the new years eve.
Thanks again, for being part of this.

A word about the so-called negative reviews: I'm okay with them too. For me the formula is "positive reviews=negative reviews".

Keep reading. Keep posting.
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