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Chapter 18

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I was waiting to hear from Ananya on Meera's Sunday outing with Mr.Das. She soon called me and told me about it. It was exactly what Mr Das had told me.
"And you know Meera was criticising me for insulting him. And to defend her stance, she told me about the entire Sunday eve date with Das, she said he made not a single move that she can worry about. She said he's a perfect gentleman."
At this point, I felt Mr Das is not a complete dick like he presented to me. He has a face that he hides from me, and he is putting it on only when required.
However, I pretended to be cool with it.
"I also think the same way, otherwise he would have tried to take advantage."
Ananya was pissed off.
"You're a fool as your wife is. You'll learn only when she spreads her legs for him."
"Mind your language, Ananya."
"Oh, you're really feeling bad now. I don't know how you'll feel when this happens in reality."
She cut the call.

In the night I recalled Ananya's words. I was carrying a boner in my pants since she said those words.
She thought I'm a fool. I laughed at her but deep in my mind, I had that feeling, a fear that my woman was going to spread her legs for him. The more I thought about it, the more I hated Ananya. Because she could be true.

And what about Meera. Is she having the same feeling?
Is she expecting herself in bed with him?
What will she be doing right now?
In her bed, she will be lying. And who will she be thinking of?
Me? Mr Das? Or Sam?
It could be Mr Das.
Is she wet thinking of Das? Is she preparing herself for him? Will she do it? The more I thought about it, the more I got harder. Then I imagined her holding her legs apart for him. She moaning his name.
Fuck me, Das. Please. I'm all yours.
I shot my load in the air, bringing myself down to reality.
I hate you, Ananya. Bitch. I grunted.

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Chapter 19

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Sam returned on Tuesday. When he went to see Meera on Thursday, Das was ready with his plan. When Meera showed up in his cabin to inform she's leaving early, he put on a disappointed face. He said he wasn't feeling really well and was hoping for a coffee with her. It's been a couple of days. She thought seriously about it looking at his face and then decided to stay.
"Okay I will tell him and come back."
When she was back, Das immediately left with her. For a coffee.
"You know, the times e spend together are invaluable. You breathed fresh air into my boring office life. It's my luck that you rejoined us."
"Actually it's my luck that you were there to help me rejoin you. I'm like, finding myself again."
She smiled.
"Who was that man, calling you out? Another lucky fellow?"
"That's Samay Madhav. You remember Ananya - my friend - right? That's her husband. He's my friend too, he helped me a lot with my new home."
"I'm sorry I spoilt his evening, but honestly I'm feeling a bit proud that I'm chosen over that friend. I'm proud that I've earned your company."
"You speaking like this is certainly flattering."
She gave him a gorgeous smile.
"But I'm also thankful to you for making me feel worthy."

Then she opened up with her story.
In that, her husband cheated on her and it ended up in their break up.
Das was astonished to know that a man in possession of such a beauty could seek for better options.
She said, "Well it's true."
"Come on, what does a man then expect from a woman."
"Maybe I'm not good enough."
"Maybe he's a blind."
She smiled and finished her coffee.
"Would you like if we get together this weekend?"
He was asking her out.
But she declined him gracefully.
"I'd love to, but not this time, Mr Das. I'm not finished with my new home. It's quite personal, but I promise that I won't say no when you ask next time."
"That's really cool for me, Meera. I'm just waiting for it."
Mr Das nodded his head.

Das shared with me these details on our Friday booze. If she had agreed, Mr Das wouldn't be sitting here with me, I thought. He would have been having fun with my wife.
What type of fun would he have shared with my wife?

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Chapter 20

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Mr Das made Meera work with him on Sunday. There was actually some requirement to verify some presentations. He took advantage of it and asked if she's willing to help. He said he could spare her if she wanted but she volunteered to work. He said she'll be given off on Monday.
By noon the work was finished, and Meera reached his cabin.
"I was leaving, Mr Das."
"I'm also winding up, please sit down."
Das smiled and she sat down.
"I really appreciate that you agreed to come and work on Sunday. It's the second time I'm robbing you of your holiday. I wonder why they fired you, It's their loss I'd say."
"You're always praising me, Mr.Das."
"You're worthy of it."
"Thank you, Das."
"You know, you're not only a good staff but also a great person to be with. I do feel great to spend my time with you."
"Mmm. Sounds really good to me. You can tell me more."
She smiled as she played around a paperclip she grabbed from the top of his large desk.
"I'm not sure if you'd think me joking, well I'm not, I feel great to be with you. Just walk around you, breath around you, and know that you're also breathing the same air that I breathe.."
"You're getting romantic with your staff, boss!"
She commented.
"You're making me one."
"You're actually flirting with me."
"You're making me flirt, Meera."
She looked deep into his eyes.
"And I feel like I'm coming out of your friend zone."
"You've never been in a friend zone."
"Then where am I?"
"You're... You're on the right side you want, Das!"
"What side you think I want?"
"You know what you want, don't you?"
Her voice was now very quiet.
"I know, yes, but I want to know if you think the same way.."
"We shouldn't be talking like this, in this office."
"Imagine this isn't our office and tell me. Nobody will come here."
"No."
"You're calling me a flirt. But my heart is pounding. Beating hard. I'm an amateur."
"Oh really."
"Come, touch and feel it."
He stood up and moved closer to her. She looked into his eyes and touched his chest.
It was really pounding.
"Yeah, you're right. But it doesn't save you from my allegations. You're simply flirting with me."
"You excite me."
"I can see that."
"Does it excite you, Meera?"
He was still standing close to her. Really close.
She fell silent. Only smile.
"Tell me. Does it excite you?"
"I don't want to say."
"Then I will take it a yes."
"Your wish."
"What does your heart tell you."
"I don't know."
He then grabbed her by the wrist.
"Are you going to check my breath?"
"I hope you're not going to slap me for it.."
She laughed, rather a forced one, presumably to escape the tension. Das was sure she was intimidated.
"No. Never again; but I hope..."
He wanted to grab her by the waist and smooch her red hot lips. But he controlled himself.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Meera. Your presence makes me your... Your... I don't have the right word for that."
She smiled slightly.
"I'm equally speechless. Das. I think we should stop here."
"Can I get a hug from you Meera."
She was like expecting that, didn't make an issue.
"Sure but not here. It's not good. Please."
"Not here?"
"I mean when we meet up somewhere else, not in the office."
She said. It was another promise.
"I'm looking forward to that..."
"I should really go now before you make me do more promises... You're really charming. See you, Mr Das!"
She said and got up.

That day ended there.
Mr Das finished the narration of yet another episode that he thought has made him closer to his dream girl. It was on Monday evening.

Two promises were made by her to him. If fulfilled on the same day, it could bring about even the unpromised.

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Chapter 21

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In the bottom of my conscious mind, I always had a scare. What if Das finds out my real identity as Meera's husband? What if Meera finds out my friendship with Das? I knew I could not escape from the inevitable, so I was praying for a delay.
It didn't last much. And my biggest scare in the whole gamble became true one day. And that too, in the most bizarre way possible. The least way one could imagine.
I was wandering at a mall in the name of shopping. It was a Wednesday, and these wanderings used to be the saving grace in my reclusive life. There was nothing like a Saturday or a Sunday for me anymore. After shopping I was leaving the mall with my bags when I heard Das' voice.
"Hello, Mr. Menon!"
And when I turned to him, I saw Meera with him. The moment I saw my wife's face next to him, I felt I would faint. She was no better, embarrassed to death for I saw her with him but Das couldn't see it. He shook hands with me.
"How are you, buddy?"
"Hi.."
He then introduced me to her.
"This is Mr. Menon, you should meet this guy. He's the man helped me reconcile with you. He's the one actually helped you get your job back. I've always been thinking of introducing both of you to each other. Well, finally, see how surprising!"
Well, it was a surprise.
Meera then reclaimed her calmness and composure and boldly shook my hand.
After such a long period this is how I felt my wife's warm soft hand. I wanted to keep holding her hand but Das' presence stopped me from that.

That's the irony of life. My life.

Meera thanked me.
"Is it? Then I'm grateful to your kind heart, Mr. Menon. I don't know how you did and what, but I'd like to hear more of that back-story.."

I sensed she's not making a scene right away and instead she's acting like a total stranger to me in front of Das. A thousand questions raced through my mind and I anticipated a moment when she would come open. But I was eased out of the initial shock; though my mind still happened to have a hunch that she might be trying to dig into my friendship with Das.

Das suggested we move to the coffee house on the second floor. She immediately agreed. In the coffee house she and Das sat together and I took the opposite seat on the small table. Their hands were rubbing each other and suddenly it was making me uncomfortable. Not only because of the sight itself but also the suspicion whether Meera was checking if I was enjoying it or not.
Das was busy making coffee order and Meera was watching me carefully. I tried to smile at her. I was however forced to look down when her eyes penetrated beyond mine. I was intimidated. I felt a loser. Inferior.
I suddenly felt my deepest scare unearthing my mind. Is she contemptuous to me? Will she show me signs that she's choosing him over me? I wasn't the husband to her anymore, and the only thing I could do was to behave as if I haven't seen their closeness, and it was torturing me.
My heart skipped many beats and I didn't have any clue how to save my face. It was torturing me. My inner thoughts were torturing me. I still hate those moments. I want to move on.
"You know the prank that I'd once tried to play on you and how it failed, I told him about it and he advised me to apologise to you. I wasn't sure if you'd forgive me, but when we both knew of your job trouble, he said it's the perfect time. This is the best way to apologise. And see, how we're both happy now, all thanks to Mr. Menon."
Das said.
"That's really great of you, Mr Menon."
Meera said.
"Without your help, we would have never made it. Das you're really lucky to have such good friends. Normally guys give ill advice in these types of cases which actually worsen the situation when dealing with women."
I doubted if she was really praising me.
"Of course, Meera. We discuss a lot of things regularly and he never gives wrong advice, especially about you."
That hurts, Mr Das. I said in my mind.
"Yeah, I don't want you to end up being slapped again, Mr.das."
I punished him lightly. Das laughed. Meera smiled. It was gorgeous.
"I can see you guys are really close."
While talking, Das had his hand around her back and I had a difficult time watching it. Even more difficult was to act as if I hadn't seen it. Even more difficult was to hide the fact it's damn difficult for me.
And she made no attempt to free herself from him. It didn't matter to me whether she could.
In that exact moment, we suffered the entry of an alien invasion to our world.
"Das!"
It was Neerja. A jolt passed through Das' face and I saw it. He lost words to answer. Neerja might have, no, she surely have, noticed his hands to the fullest way possible by a wife of a husband. He withdrew it immediately but he still couldn't speak. Perhaps he knew that damage was done already.
"Hi, Neerja. What a pleasant surprise. How are you?"
I said and stood up quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Menon. Did I really surprise you?"
Neerja replied with a firm voice.
"You did. Actually, Mr. Das did. He didn't tell us you were here."
"Well, he doesn't know. I'm here myself. What are you guys up to? And who's this lady sitting with my husband?"
Even Meera's face was red in a moment. I seemed to be the only one with a movable tongue.
"This is my wife, Meera."
I said. I bluffed. I did more than a bluff.
Everybody, from Das to Meera to Neerja was surprised though the latter was the least.
"I was just introducing Mr. Das to her. How wonderful that you're also here. Please take a seat with us."
I showed her the seat where I was seated. She thanked me with a smile and sat down leaving space to accommodate me next to her.
I sat down and gestured to the counter for a coffee for her too.
"Cold, please," Neerja said.
I forwarded that request to the counter.
Things were even now with ladies facing each other.
"Hello, Meera. I'm so glad to meet you. It's really a big surprise. And Mr Menon, your wife is really beautiful."
Neerja eased the moment and Das was brought down to earth. We all enjoyed our coffee. Eventually, Neerja asked Meera where she's working. I stepped up again.
"That's the joke of the day we were sharing, Neerja. Meera works in Das' office and he doesn't recognise her."
"What?"
"And even I had no idea. I was introducing them each other."
"It's not a big deal, Neerja. I've joined his office last month only."
Meera said.
"Oh, I see."
Neerja nodded.
How stupid. Well, Neerja believed it all.
When the coffee was over, Mr Das was forced to leave with his wife, leaving Meera with me.

I thought she'd question me about my bluff. I prepared myself to defend it by claiming she's still my wife.
Well, Meera didn't actually care about it.
"So you've been after me."
She said.
"I've been helping you."
I said. She looked deep into my eyes.
"Are you not playing the same old games with me?"
"No. No."
I knew what she was talking about.
"You knew I was having my hanging out with Das."
"What's wrong with that. He's not like Shekhar."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. What do you think?"
"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually he's going to seduce your wife!"
She said firmly.
I couldn't blink my eye, yet I missed the moment she disappeared into the crowd.

Darkness had begun invading me right through my eyes.
Darkness.

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Chapter 22

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By evening, Das thanked me many times. As if it wasn't enough, he dropped himself at my home at eight with a gift which we both enjoyed sipping with ice cubes and soda.
"Your timely action not only saved my face but also avoided a big headache that I would never be able to get over. You truly saved my ass. I feel like I can't decide a suitable way to thank you. I owe you another treat for fooling my wife like that. You don't know how I'm feeling about this. A lot of happiness. I want to scream it to the whole world but it has to remain a secret. The only one I can share this is you, my friend."
He said excitedly.
"And Meera too."
I reminded.
"Yeah, that's true. I think I should call her. May I?"
We had had more than a couple of drinks.
"Sure. Feel yourself home Mr Das."
He rang her. I sipped the heavily mixed drink, putting all of my senses together to hear Meera's voice from the other side.
"I've got your message. It's okay Mr Das."
I heard her voice.
"I embarrassed you. Didn't I?"
Das softened his voice.
"I told you it's okay."
"I wish I could say this face to face.."
"You'll see me in the office tomorrow."
"Not in the office crowd, Meera. Somewhere else where we can be ourselves. How about leaving early tomorrow."
"What are you planning.."
"Nothing yet. Now I will."
"Have you thanked your friend?"
"Of course. He saved us. I owe him a treat."
"Me too."
"Really? I will tell him this for sure."
"Yeah, it would have been very embarrassing had he not made up that idea."
I was listening closely.
"Only thing that worried me was that I had to leave you alone."
"I wasn't alone. I had your friend for company."
Now Das looked at me.
"Did you like my friend?"
"Sure why not!"
"Are you planning to spoil him too?"
"Spoil? Have I spoilt you?"
"Very badly."
"How exactly is that, Mr Das?
"I can tell you exactly, honey. Earlier I used to think of work even when I'm home. Now it's you. You only."
"What's that much to think about me, Mr Das?"
"Everything."
"I wish you be a bit more specific."

It was obvious she wanted to hear more. Why isn't she dropping it? I thought, frustratingly.
"You're a wonderful woman, Meera. You're very beautiful yet un-self-conscious about it. You're very strong but I saw your feminine side today. Your smile in the day makes me smile even at night. I hear your voice even when you're not talking."
"You're again very flattering."
"Take it that way if you want. I meant every word of it."
"We should stop this Mr Das."
"Meera."
"Das we don't want to do anything that might embarrass you."
"Embarrass me? How about you?"
"Your embarrassment will be mine too."
"Don't beat around it, Meera. Speak your mind."
"Are you drunk?"
"I want to make a confession to you Meera. I'm attracted to you. I don't know how you feel about this. I can't hide it anymore from you."
"We better stop it, Mr Das."
He was proposing my wife right in front of my eyes. Sitting in my house, in my living room, on my couch. And I couldn't do anything about it. I had become a stone.
I didn't have a life.
Yet I couldn't blame this man for that.
She'll reject him. I hoped.

"Meera please give me some time. Tell me."
Das went on.
"Tell you what."
"Can I expect a smile tomorrow."
"Of course, you're my boss."
"Is that it?"
"My life is already complicated, Mr Das."
"We can make it less complicated."
"I don't think so."
"I do. Trust me."
"How's that?"
"I will tell you when I see you face to face."
"Okay then. Goodnight."
"Meera. Please. Please give me a reply so that I can go to bed with some peace of mind."
"Reply to what."
Das fell silent for a minute. He was done.
"Das, you better be with Neerja than putting yourself in a position where you'll have to depend on a lot of lies."
"Are you turning me down?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I feel the best when you're with me."
"Das..."
"I don't care what you think of me right now. I'm ready to get slapped by you a hundred more times. But I want to confess you this, that I'm in love with you. Let the whole world say that it's wrong but I'm. I speak what I feel."
"Do you realise what you're talking about? You're drunk, ain't you?"
"Yes, I'm. But I know who I'm and what I'm talking."
"Okay, I will believe you when we talk face to face. Tomorrow."
She hung up the phone.
Das fell back into the couch. Silent.
"Mr Das."
He looked up at me.
"Mr Menon, you've just heard this. I've just confessed my love to her. I just did it."
I found it difficult to talk now.
"Did you mean it?"
"Yes. Of course. I want this woman."
"In what sense?"
"I don't know. I want her with me. I want to speak to her. Keep looking at her. Listening to her voice. What do you call it?"
Love. I said in my mind.
Where is it taking you, Krish? I asked myself.
The man had truly fallen in love with my wife. I thought.

"How about Meera? Did she say yes?"
I asked.
"She'll say soon. When we meet."
"Okay. That's great news. So we wait for tomorrow."
I was thinking deeply about it.
"Mr Menon."
Mr Das stood up from the couch.
"Let's go right now."
"Right now where?"
"Let's go meet her. I know her place."
A lightning passed through my ear.
"What... What are you doing, Mr Das?"
"She said tomorrow. And it's already. It's five past twelve."
He showed me his watch.
"So what. What are you going to do there?"
"I will...I will just have a look at her face... Her beautiful face and... and will listen to whatever she has to say. I will bear whatever happens that. Let her slap me again."
"Oh come on. You're ruining it again, Mr Das. I suggest you stop for now."
"You haven't heard her voice, Mr Menon. You should have. If you did, you'd have helped me."

I didn't know how to stop him. The man was crazy.
"If you're not coming, it's okay. I'll go myself."
He declared.
I sensed that it would be more dangerous to leave him alone. I didn't trust him at that moment.
"Okay. I'll come. I'll drive. But you must promise me that you won't do anything stupid. Don't get physical. You're risking your life."
I warned.
"And you should not mention my name. I can't bear this crazy image of myself."
I certainly didn't want Meera to think I let it happen.
Mr Das promised me everything I demanded.
And, exactly at 12.55 AM that midnight, I pulled his car into the parking of Lavanya Apartments. I made him repeat his promises for the third time and let him walk toward the stairs at 1.05 AM.
The stairs that would lead him to a flat where my wife is probably sleeping and surely alone.

"I think he's just like Shekhar. In the beginning, he was very cool like a safe friend. But I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"
I remembered Meera uttering those words a few hours ago.

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Chapter 23

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Mr Das returned to me exactly after twenty minutes. His face said it wasn't good.
"How did it go?"
I asked impatiently.
"She said she's sparing me the slaps for another day."
I let out a sigh that I hid perfectly from him.

While driving back home, I was content with a sense of relief at the turn of events. The fact that Meera had rejected his advances, and that she had even warned him with a possibility of a slap across his face soothed my mind. I didn't really believe she would slap him ever again, but I expected Mr Das should believe it.
When we reached my home, Das straightaway took the driver's seat and drove away, just gesturing me a good night. I watched a failed man gone, and I was happy about it.

Later, in my bed, I found myself unable to sleep. I tried to visualise Meera in her bed. Her hand would be warm and soft, just the way I felt that evening. I remembered her words.
"I think he's just like Shekhar. I'm telling you, eventually, he's going to seduce your wife!"

She had said that only to make me furious. She had no plans to be seduced by this old man. If she had, even in her craziest dreams, today was the day. The more I had positive thoughts about her, the more I felt an urge to think the opposite too.
What if she was truly attracted to him? I wondered. Wouldn't she have let him lead her to her bed?
In that case; I visualised Meera lying in her bed. I thought myself in place of Das. I sensed my erection growing and my hand crawled inside my underwear. I remembered the feel of her panty against my face and imagined Mr Das pulling it down her thighs, slowly. I rolled myself in my bed and imagined Meera, lying there, right under me. I pressed my lips to the pillow and kissed her warm lips.
'Das...mmm'
She moaned between my kisses.
'Meera.... My baby...' I moaned lovingly.
My hardness had grown to perfection. I caught Meera stealing a glance at it and biting her lips.
'Spread your legs for me, baby' I blurted and gripped around my erection. I watched her legs spread. I wanted to go down on her.
'I'm ready Das. Please give it to me...' she whispered.
I adjusted my dick between my thighs and visualised it slowly struggling its way inside her.
'Aaaah...Aah... Das!' I heard her cry. It was lovely. Her moans when she received a dick hard like that one would be music so lovely.
I slowly pushed my groin down to the softness of the mattress and almost lived to the pleasure of being inside her inner lips. Slowly I began to move, up and down, making my dick rub against the inner walls of my thighs, and moaned.
'Meera...my baby...'
I heard her moaning to each of my moans.
'Oh my God! Yes... Oooh yes... Fuck me hard... Das...'
Soon I was there. I was moving very fast and pounded hard into the mattress.
'oh yes... Oh yes... Come... Fill me... Please...aaah!'
I heard Meera asking for it. And that was it. I exploded within me and with it came the darkness. I closed my eyes forcefully to see her receiving the hot streams of my sensations. But the image soon faded and I was lying with my face down in my bed; and my dick still jerking itself in the momentum, still leaking cum. Wasted cum.

****
In the morning my phone rang. It was Meera.
"Krish, you were with him when he came to me yesterday, weren't you?"
She was furious.
I couldn't believe how Mr Das betrayed me.
"I didn't have any other option, Meera. Mr Das sought my help as he was too drunk. He wanted me to drop him at your place or else he'd have driven the car himself. He wasn't in a shape to do that and I thought it's better if I accompany him. He didn't misbehave, did he?"
I played it down carefully.
I might have sounded logical to her. She was cooled off.
"Please tell him not to do such stupid things."
"It won't happen again, Meera. What was it all about?"
"You don't know?"
"He mentioned something about a slap. Have You slapped him again? I couldn't get it."
I heard her laugh lightly.
"No, I just scared him away."
She said.
"Meera, I...uh.. You weren't serious yesterday at the coffee shop, were you?"
I asked.
In reply, I heard the cut line tone.

***
Nothing happened for a few days. Then there was an invitation from Neerja. For me to their home. With my family for dinner. That meant I have to show up at their bungalow with my 'wife' Meera. I was doubtful of her consent.

"What is this about?"
I asked Mr Das.
"It's actually my plan Mr Menon. I will tell Meera. You just play along. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
I had no other options. I was forced to ignore my doubtfulness on his true intentions.
Meera said yes to the invitation. I don't know what she was thinking.

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Chapter 24

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Friday.
I went to Lavanya apartments and picked her up. She looked ravishing and I couldn't stop staring at her. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown.
"We're husband and wife once again. Thanks to Mr Das."
I said as I drove the car.
"In your dreams only. It's over, Krish. Now Drive."
She said cruelly.
"You don't have to avoid me that much Meera. Why is it so tough to have a simple chat with you?"
"You know what's happening today? He's bringing me closer to him. His family. So that I should feel comfortable and he has more chances to win me over."
"What about you?"
"I'm indecisive."
She sounded like she decided to be so.
"Don't you care for me at all, Meera?"
"I wish I don't."
"Do you love Mr Das?"
"I like him. But don't worry I'm not going to take his wife's place."

I didn't understand what she meant. I felt stupid. I was clearly lagging behind.

Neerja and Mr. Das welcomed us to their home. Das found it difficult to take his eyes off Meera. He hid nothing from me. His only fear was undeniably his wife. Once we were comfortable around the house, Mr. Das asked Neerja to show me her personally designed lawn. I saw him gesturing Meera to stay back.
I followed Neerja half-heartedly to the lawn. It was gorgeous indeed but I rushed myself to get back inside.
When we came back both Das and Meera were sitting in the living room. I could smell something foul. I saw a mysterious smile on Meera's lips. And his eyes were still on her.

Neerja turned out to be a very friendly homemaker. I wondered how this soft-spoken lady transforms herself into a tigress whenever she wants to.
When we were chatting later at the lobby upstairs, Neerja excused herself, leaving us alone. Mr. Das immediately seized the opportunity.

"Could you please watch the door for us, Mr Menon?"
I wondered what he was up to.
"I have a surprise for you."
He looked at Meera.
He stood up and pulled a tiny box out of his pocket.
"It's for you, my special lady."
He said looking at her eyes.
Meera glanced at the door I was supposedly guarding and quickly opened the box. Inside it was something precious. I saw her eyes shining brighter.
"Let me."
He took it out and I saw it now. It was a diamond necklace.
"My God, You!" I heard Meera whisper.
She sat there awestruck as he extended his hands to put it around her neck. I saw his fingers touching her skin as he did it.
I felt a pang of jealousy. It's one thing to imagine her being fucked by him in my secret dreams, and it's quite another to watch her being merely touched by him. The latter hurts.

"Neerja would notice." I said. I knew I would sound like a jealous dick.
"Do you like it?"
Mr Das ignored my warning completely.
"It's lovely, yes!"
Meera said, running her fingers over it. She was visibly overwhelmed.
"Neerja would notice it. I can't wear it now." She said.
Now he seemed to care.
"You can keep it in the box for now."
She kept it back in the box and handed it to me.
I felt an unexpected pang of guilt. What would happen when he knows the truth?

We returned after the dinner. She was thoughtful and I felt she'd remain so throughout the drive.
"Are you okay Meera?" I finally asked.
"Can you forgive me if I say yes to him?"
She asked me suddenly and I was speechless.
I pulled the car into a lonely area. She looked into my eyes.
"Yes to what?" I pretended to be stupid.
She gave me a surprised look, as if I sounded too stupid.
"To whatever he's expecting from me.."
She said slowly.
"Does it matter anymore?"
"I don't know. Maybe it doesn't."
It was happening.
"I know there's no future in this. But I have gone too far to turn back."
"How far?"
"I'm having dreams of him. When he put that necklace around my neck I could feel it. Like I want to be with him."
"Meera..."
I lost words. Before I could say more, she leaned on to me, fighting to hold back the tears.
"It's happening Krish. I'm not yours anymore. I'm going to do terrible things. Please forget me."
I felt like my head was spinning.
Is it the end?
I was losing her. What have I got now?
Can I ever move on?

May this all be a bad dream. Just a bad dream I made up. I hoped.

She regained her composure quickly.
"Let's go."
She said. I had no reason not to drive.
"And do me a favor. Please don't tell him about our this small talk."
She said as I dropped her home. Das' gift remained in my pocket. I realised it only when I reached home. I felt like it didn't have much value in the whole story. But it wasn't a surprise, for I knew Meera isn't the one who could be seduced with a gift. Only thing that could impress her is something that I can't provide. What is it? I thought.

That night I drunk like a pathetic failure.
I felt horrible.

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Chapter 25

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Next morning I was trying to shed my hangover when Mr Das rang up me.
"She still isn't saying yes."
So what the hell I should do man? I didn't ask even though I wanted to.
It was Saturday. She had rejected his proposal to visit her at her house.
"Then I suggested your presence. I tried to convince her that there's nothing to worry about in your presence, but no luck. I need to talk to her, Mr Menon. I want to spend some normal time with her. A peaceful evening is all I'm asking from her. Isn't it okay? Do you think she lacks confidence in me?"
I couldn't give him a sensible reply. It felt good for me that she was turning down his advances.
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A few days later I had a marriage anniversary function of an old friend to attend. Meera was also invited. I was happy to attend the function and I had great expectations for a supposed meeting with her. I dressed well for the occasion and dreamed of talking to her, getting friendlier to her and even more. These types of public gatherings help people resolve their differences. I hoped for good and prayed for it. Das shouldn’t be there. I thought.

Unfortunately, all my hopes and prayers were shattered at the very moment I and Meera came face to face. She stared at me as I walked up to her and before I could say even a single word, she broke my heart.
“Krish, please. Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk.”
Her quick rejection stunned me. I swallowed the only word that came out of my throat.
“What!”
“Not today!”
She added sternly.
“Meera, consider me as an old friend at least.” I managed to say; although in a low voice. My own misery embarrassed me.
“We better talk only when ‘he’ is present. That’s when you behave like just a friend.” She said, matching her volume with mine. She nodded her head slightly like she’s done talking and walked away. I could only stand and stare her back until she disappeared into the crowd. I was made a statue.

When I realized what I was doing, I looked around desperately. I saw Ananya watching me from a distance. She smiled and nodded. I wasn’t sure if she had seen the entire scene.
She walked up to me.

“What did she say?” She asked.
“Nothing good,” I said disappointingly.
“Really?” She looked at the side Meera had disappeared. She seemed surprised. I didn’t bother and walked away from her.

The party was finished for me. I met many friends but I couldn’t find myself socializing with anyone.
Why was Meera behaving like that?
I kept wondering. I was lost beyond my own reach when I heard a familiar voice.

“Krish...”

It was Sam. Samay Madhav.
I didn’t smile. Neither did him. But he showed me one of the glasses he was holding and I paused a second before I took it.
“Krish, I am sorry.” That was the next thing he said to me and it was unexpected. I couldn’t really say anything immediately. I felt great at first and then started wondering if he really came to reconcile. Well, he really meant it. He grabbed my hand and led me to a corner to have a personal, long conversation.
“I am sorry for hurting you, my friend.” He said many times.
He acknowledged the fact that I never told Ananya about his old crush on Meera. He felt I had been a true friend to him and what he had done to me was unforgivable. He said he is ashamed of his act. He had been thinking about talking to me for long, but couldn’t find right opportunity to do so. In the end, he also apologized for shouting me those things.

I still had his words in my mind.
‘I will fuck her.’

He said he actually had no intention to do those things.
“It was just some rage, which made me say those things.” He said.

How the fate was playing with me. I immediately thought.
It was for those words that I had pushed Meera away to Mr Das. Now Sam was claiming that he never meant them in the first place. With an apology, he simply undid all his mistakes. What about mine? Can I do the same?
No. Never. I thought.
I couldn’t see me claiming Meera back from Das.

Soon Ananya spotted us together and wondered what has happened. She joined us and we changed our topic.

I saw Sam’s return to my friend zone as a positive thing. But I decided against sharing with him my concerns involving Meera and Das. I was the cat that once fell into a bowl of hot water.

Ananya later showed me a photo in her mobile. It was a beautiful fish in a well-decorated aquarium.
“You know who this is?”
She asked me.
“No.”
“This is Krish the fish. This is Meera’s new partner. She has installed a new aquarium at her house. And she has named the fish after you.”
“What. Really?”
I thought I sounded too joyful.
“But it’s a secret. Don’t ask her; she’ll kill me if she knows I sold her secret...”

That was true. Meera had given her fish my name. I didn’t understand anything. What did she mean by that?
She wanted ‘Krish’ close to her? Or was that she wanted me in a cage and wanted to watch me in it?
I had no idea.
However, soon I began feeling good about it.

But it was too short-lived. Meera had even more in store for me.

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Chapter 26

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I had Ananya's call in the late evening on Thursday.

“Krish this is very important. I want you listen carefully first and then make a conclusion. Because I am not sure if I am correct. I can be wrong. So you should...”
She was beating around the bush.
“Come to the point, Ananya.” He said impatiently.
“Okay, I will come to the main point. Uh... Didn’t I tell you about the pet shop from where Meera had bought the aquarium? Well she had earlier bought some plants from there, the plants that she has in her balcony, from the same shop. The shop owner, his name is Vivek, they’ve been discussing these plants and fishes and crabs for like a couple of weeks, perhaps even more. Meera told me he’s taking her on a dinner on this Saturday.”

It took me a couple of moments to let it sink in.

Guys, let me tell you something about Meera. She is an absolutely gorgeous woman who can be any man’s dream. Her lively face and beautiful smile can command a lot of attention. She is a bit plump, yet weighs just right in all right places. She wears open neck garments most often, showing off her flawless skin around her neck. I have seen hungry men staring down her neck and at her cleavage. She never looks short of stunning and it’s no more a surprise for me to hear she was approached by a member of opposite sex.

This new man Vivek, however, had become an instant threat.

Having a man to dream or try befriending Meera wouldn't make me worried or surprised. But her approval for a dinner date was hell of a surprise.
Even Das wouldn't have digested it. He was the contender, wasn’t he?

“He's taking her to ‘The Square’.”
Ananya said.
“The Square?”
I had heard the name in the past.
“The Square. It's a bar in the south east of the city. It's a bar, restaurant, pub, dance floor, performance platform, couples only hangout place, dark lit privacy huts and everything special in one place. It has both crowded floors as well as lonely corners. It's beautiful as well as dangerous...”
Ananya ran a detailed description on the Square.

Such places should be banned. I thought.

“You better watch your lady; I advise you.”
She said in the end.
“The ambiance there, it's something. ”
She added with a sigh.
“How do you know so much about it?”
I asked.
“I've been there, twice.”
Hey voice was lower.
“And anything happened?”
“Mmm...I don't want to tell you.”
“Come on...”
“mmm...” she paused for a moment. “First time it was just a kiss. But second time it was way more dangerous, like you feel obliged to go beyond your comfort zone there, and we could've gone even further. It takes a lot of willpower to survive that smoke.”
She sounded like she was reliving it in her mind.
“If it's so dangerous, why don't you stop her?”
I tried to be logical, and actually tried to seek help from her.
“It's dangerous from your point of view, darling. For her, you don't know.”
“Haven't you told her about your experience?”
“I gave her a basic idea, and she's like ,'it's not a date, he's safe to be with, he's showing me this dance performance' and all.”
"What dance, and is he safe?”
“I haven't dated him yet.”
“Have you seen him?”
“He's very young. And he's athletic. And, handsome too. I will brand him hot!”

Slut. I said in my mind.
Why don't you steal him from her? He'll fuck you harder. I didn't say.

“Can you crop your words a bit so that I can feel better, please?”
“I could, but I don't want you feel worse afterwards.”
“If you can't stop her, how can I?”
“Why in the first place you want to stop it?”
I was irritated.
“Then why are you telling this to me?”
“...mmm... Just to make sure you realise your wife maybe willing to move on. But honestly, believe me, I think even she's not sure about it. I thought you could make out what's in her mind. I don't want her do foolish things and end up regretting.”
“I want her back, Ananya. I don't want to move on.” I said.
“Okay. I told you this much. Don't sell me to her. But you can follow her for her safety. She's very innocent. If anything wrong happens, you can stop him.”
“Thank you.”

I said and hung up the phone.
I felt sick in the stomach.
That night my maleness slept quite earlier than me.

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Chapter 27

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My life had reached the top of the turmoil. Every week there was something that made me either regret what I had done in the past or wish I had done what I hadn't.

At first, Meera gave me a clear sign, how she was inclined toward the fondness of Mr Das. She made me regret making her the point of attention for him.

Then Sam came up with an apology and also a confession that he never meant to do those things with my wife which he had threatened me a year ago. It was his threatening statement that he would chase and fuck my wife one day, that had persuaded me to push Meera into Das' circle, and eventually let him grow to become the biggest obstacle between me and Meera. Adding the fuel to the fire was my own dirty dreams of Meera making love to other men. If I hadn't taken Sam seriously, Das wouldn't have happened. I felt pity for my own stupidity.

Then Meera built an aquarium at her home and added a fish to it. A beautiful one with a beautiful name. Krish.
I really had thought it meant a return of good fortune in my life. The face she put up in front of me wasn't the one she had. Instead, she loved me. I thought. The day after days I was having dreams of her taking care of that fish, talking to it and dreaming of me while doing it. Within such a short period of time, I had even the craziest dream when I visualised her changing clothes in front of that fish, her thinking of me watching her through the eyes of it.

How grossly stupid I was.
Apparently, the only thing she wanted was to see me locked inside a small cage, while she could go out and have all the fun. This realisation left me fuming with anger.

And finally, now, there was another jolt, in the form of a new avatar, named Vivek, who had managed to do what even the long-time chaser Mr Das couldn’t. This chap was taking her to a dinner date in a place that was notorious for a dinner date place, especially in my case.
I did not have the time to dig about Vivek. I had no idea how to interrupt this date. The only thing I could do was to spy on them. spy on my wife, again.

And it wasn’t really a matter of indecision for me. I had to do it.

Saturday.
I rented a car from a shop and reached Lavanya Apartments well before sunset.
I wanted Meera recognise neither me nor my car. I hid the rented Swift and myself in a nearby cut road and kept my both eyes on that building. I did not want to be in a crowded ‘Square’ and end up not even seeing her.

While sitting there anxiously, I tried to joke myself that I would end up pursuing a detective’s career. I imagined myself sitting in an office and getting my assignment for the day.
“This gentleman suspects that his beautiful wife cheats on him. Our task is to spy on the lady and collect as much as evidence to prove the truth.”

I would by then be able to have a look at the photo of the woman and say, “yes gentleman, she is a cheat.”

Actually, if a woman cheats, it would be easy to find out, for a dedicated detective. But if she doesn't, it would be damn tough because we don't know if it happens after the spy work. Perhaps the woman may start cheating when she realises that her husband had questioned her integrity and had his men after her. Then she would make love with other men in her marital bed only to make her husband realises how she likes to fuck.

It would be damn funny. I thought.

I saw a young woman in saree across the road and wondered if she had ever cheated on her husband. I wondered if she was coming right after meeting her lover.

I was becoming insane.
I was the cat once fell into the bowl of hot water. I would now be hostile to even the cold water.
No. I was the fish that was trapped in my wife’s aquarium.
And I lived on her mercy. I prayed she stay inside her house, looking after the fish, caring it with all the kindness in the world.
But she didn’t.
A blue Baleno was driven into the apartment Complex after 40 minutes. My heartbeats foretold me what was that, and very soon I saw Meera walking out from the other side, from the lift side. She wore a red jacket and dark blue clothing inside it; and jeans, perhaps. He didn’t get out of the vehicle, and she sat in the front seat. She was smiling at him, I saw. I could not see his face at all as the Baleno was driven away quickly.

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Chapter 28

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I hurriedly started my Swift and followed the Baleno. ‘The Square’ was two hours away thanks to the heavy traffic. It had a dance program scheduled at nine. The place was too crowded, and at the jam-packed parking lot, I lost them. By the time I parked my car and reached the entrance, they had disappeared. I had however spotted his car in the parking lot already and it meant they were not completely lost.

I was then stopped at the entrance.
“Couples only for the event, sir. “ The men at the gate said.
I said my girlfriend was late for an hour so I thought I would warm up with some light drink. But it didn't help.
"You can wait at the outer lobby, sir. Drinks are available there." They said.

I wasn't ready to walk away leaving my wife with her lover or friend. I roamed around until I saw a lonely girl. I approached her.
“Hello there, do you wanna go in?”
I had never done such things in the past and I hardly expected it would work. But it did. The third girl I hit responded positively.
“Do I know you?”
“We’ll get to know.”
I said and she smiled lightly.

The late moment entry cost me eleven thousand bucks. I wondered if they are offering a suite to lay my new friend. She was very young and she wore a black dress that I couldn’t find a name for. It ended right at her knees, and beyond it was impressive looking shiny legs.

I wondered how come she ended up alone there.
However, once we were inside, I quickly turned my attention away from her. I scanned the whole crowd. Couples, everywhere. Tables, designed at no specific order or space or size. Everything seemed like in a mess yet something fresh. I looked for my targets.

"I'm Shilpa."
I heard my friend say. I was late to turn my eyes to her.
"Uh. I'm Krish."
"What are you looking at?"
She looked at I was looking.
"Look Shilpa I'm so glad you came with me. I am on a dirty secret job in here and I need some room to work. You're free to watch the program and have all the fun you want. We'll see again if we're destined to."
She looked surprised and I thought she looked cute that way.
"Are you a detective?"
I was so happy to hear that, and I had an instant liking for her.
"Don't make an issue with it. Excuse me."
I whispered and walked away.

I walked around, mostly through the darkest areas of the place. I didn't want Meera to see me before I did. Well, I could not see them at all, and I was left in frustration. Like a true detective, I considered the alternative possibilities.
The outer lobby! I suddenly remembered.
What if they had gone there and then moved on to some other places?

Other places! I thought about his car. It was parked in a corner, a dark corner in the parking lot. He could take her to the car and have all the fun he wanted.
I prayed that Meera showed some willpower like Ananya had said. She must resist.
He could also drive her to other places. His places, possibly.
I cursed my decision not to check in the lobby.
By the time dance program was about to begin, I had made up my mind to leave the Square.
Then decided that I would watch the beginning of the program. Everybody would settle down for that, and I could have a better chance to search for them.

The program began very soon, on a slightly elevated platform, where I had earlier noticed a music band playing some western tracks. People gathered around it, well, in half circle actually, in available tables, benches and steps or whatsoever.
I scanned through the audience from the rear corner and suddenly I recognised a red jacket.
Meera! I almost screamed.

Indeed, she was sitting with a man.

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Chapter 29

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I couldn't see his face. But I felt a hostile feeling to see him sitting so close to Meera.

I had actually found much relief and somewhat happiness for being able to find them after such a struggle, but it all faded away as soon as I noticed them in what appeared to be a deep conversation. The whole area was noisy, and one had to literally shout to another in order to make them heard. Vivek was almost touching her ear while talking to her. I noticed her listening to him so intently. I really wished to know what he was telling her.

I was not a good spy. Otherwise, I would've pinned a sneaky tech gadget to her jacket so that I could listen to them. I didn't know whether such a thing exists in the market.

Suddenly the lights were dimmed further and the spotlights were turned on at the stage. Then the dance began. It was definitely something I had never seen in my life before. Spanish? French? German? I had no clue. Even the music was unknown beats with unheard language. A group of dancers, men and women in attractive costumes stole the attention of everyone, including mine. The male dancers had their upper body naked but concealed by some body-art, in unique designs, and women wore blouses and colourful skirts. The tempo of the music and the moves were gradually shifted higher and it became almost impossible to take one's eyes away. Their steps grew wilder and intense with music, and of course, turned highly erotic. I wondered if the men on stage would suddenly jump on their partners and start making love. However, they never touched each other and it was a wonder to watch. And then suddenly all of them disappeared and another couple took on the stage. They had the perfect bodies I had ever seen. The music was reset and re-tuned, and this time drum beats had the prominence. The couple made it seem like all the music arose from their steps. Their dance too grew intense with time, and their moves made it look like they were making love on stage, without letting the audience catch them in the act. I tried not to blink, hoping I'd catch them at it.

They're also having an affair. My instincts told me.

They too weren't touching each other. But I could very well see he was taking her to a blissful orgasm on stage, while hundreds of horny men and women watched. I felt an urge to scream to the man to kiss his partner. And when they both had their passionate climax, the audience went mad. They screamed in their loudest volume. I thought I too had come.

Well, I was hard like a stone when I came back to normal.

I saw Meera leaning towards Vivek.

Are they kissing?

He suddenly had his hand around her and they shared another secret. He would kiss her any moment. I thought. The audience was still shouting and clapping. Many of them began to stand up, blocking my view. I hurried forward through the crowd. I saw a couple in a nearby seat kissing madly. They were madly aroused, I knew.

I knew Meera would be no different. This is worth eleven thousand bucks. I said in my mind. The unlimited booze and food and space and light and darkness, all are the bonus.

Couples were moving on to the dance floor, at the sides, as if they were to imitate those classic performers there. A DJ was inviting all to the dance floor and the atmosphere would change to electric any moment. I stayed behind my targets. My wife and her new friend.

I wouldn't call him her boyfriend. Not yet. I still trusted her. I saw them watching the couples on the dance floor, with drinks in their hands. They constantly changed tables, and with each change, he would get her a new drink. He never asked her for a dance. And instead, it seemed like they were having a never-ending conversation. I died to hear what they were talking. After almost one hour, he walked her away from the crowded area and headed to the open garden. There were benches. I thought they were going to sit on them.

No, they weren't. He walked her further, beyond the disturbance of the loud music, and finally into one of many small hut-like structures...

That's the privacy huts? I recollected Ananya's words.

I could not see them both as they walked inside one. I sensed the foul deal really quick. That's where he's taking her.

I needed to know. The lights were dim. I could walk closer, but I could no way stand in front of the door and stare. Then I noticed some bushes on the other side.

That's my place. I quickly decided.

I looked around and walked stealthily over to the other side of the bushes and when I made sure I wasn't being watched, I dived into them. I crawled under the thick bush like an expert and moved closer to the hut. I could smell jasmine from the bushes. When I got close enough to the hut, I looked for a way to peek inside. The hut was made by some palm leaves at the sides. I slowly and silently forced my hand through them to make a hole and peeped. I struggled for some time to get a proper view. Eventually, I saw them.

Inside were a table and two benches on either side of it. At one sat them, and they looked like lovers.

At the dim light, I almost saw his face. He loved younger than me. And I felt he was athletic as well, even though he was wearing a blazer jacket. I started feeling jealous immediately. He was very handsome. I had to agree.

Is he going to seduce my wife? I worried myself.

I felt worse when I noticed his hand around her.

"Like I told you, I love living my life with beautiful things. Like you."
He was saying.
"When I saw you looking at my fish and speaking to him with your eyes, I had committed myself that I will have to see more of them. Look at me..."
He was trying to be romantic with her and it seemed he was effective in that. He had made an excuse to touch her face. She turned to him and smiled.
"Your eyes speak more than you do..."
"Really? What are they saying?"
"They're telling me 'don't move!'. They're making me unable to take my eyes off them."
She smiled again.
Their eyes, hell, remained as if they were glued to each other. His hand slowly touched her cheek and she looked down quickly.
"I'm feeling embarrassed."
She said
"Why is that, babe?"
He had a flirty tone in his voice. He knew how to say things.
"I'm not supposed to be here."
"You're mistaken, my dear. You're not here. Actually, we both are not here."
"Then where are we?"
"We are on a lonely island. You step out of this small boat means you step into the water. This is all we have. This is the world now."
"You're good making up stories."
"I create beautiful stories. They will make you feel the world better. Your world."
"Is that why you said the dancer was having a crush on me?"
"I said that because I knew it. I can say we one has a crush on other. Like the one... Well, you won't agree if I told you..."
"Tell me."
"Okay... Like that one you're having right now."
"I knew you'd say this. But no!"
She tried to move away and he let her go of his hand.
"I'm not holding you. But remember, I had told you, you wouldn't agree."
She shook her head sideways to convey him a no.
"Meera, I told you. Your eyes speak a lot more than you do."
"They are lying..."
She said and looked away. But she was blushing. I could see it.
God. I thought.
Meera grabbed her drink from the table and took a sip.
"You're wasting it."
He said
"What?"
"You're not capable, to be honest even after all these..."
He gestured at her glass. She placed it back on the table.
"Look, speak honestly with me. A crush never means a potential love affair. It just means a crush. Like the one I have with Madhuri Dixit."
"Madhuri Dixit? Wow? But she's too old for you.."
She laughed.
"For what? If Madhuri was in my bedroom tonight, you know what I would like to do with her?"
Meera suddenly looked enthusiastic. Even I did.
"I know that you would do; yeah, only if she agreed!"
She giggled saying that.
"You've got a very dirty mind, dear. You're nothing like when you showed up at my shop!"
"What have I said dirty? You made me say that."
"But then you didn't tell anything."
"No. There's nothing to tell. It's obvious."
"Then tell me. Come on, take some more sips and tell me."
He showed his own drink to her lips and she took a small sip. Her eyes remained in his. "Well ... in your bedroom, in your bed, you'll do... You know..."
She paused and smiled shyly. She was having a great time. I thought.
"What, tell me. Go ahead."
"You dirty mind, you are nothing like you promised when you asked me out."
"What have I done wrong? I'm just talking. We're just talking, sharing what we have in our mind."
"Yeah. Yeah. We're sharing the dirtiest things in your imaginations."
"Tell me the truth, Meera. Hold your breath and tell me one truth. Show me your guts this time. Are they really dirty things?"
Meera almost opened her mouth to say something and he stopped her.
"Truth only."
She thought again and spoke slowly.
"Yes. They are."
She bit her lips, eyes on him.
Then all of a sudden, his lips were on hers, while his hands wrapped around her. She made no movement as he kissed her for three and half a second. Then he let her go. I was expecting her objection that never came until it lasted. I was let down by her lack of objection.
"These are the beautiful things. You're a beautiful thing."
She looked at him like shocked, now.
"Was that your first kiss?"
He asked.
"What?"
I had heard him, but she hadn't. I didn't know how.
"I said, did you like this place?"
He asked immediately.
"Why not. It's a wonderful place. I loved it."
She said, still looking at him.
"Good. This is the place to bring people if you want to impress them."
She made a cute gesture with her lips.
"Are you trying to impress me?"
He wrapped her arms around her again.
"Don't tell me you still haven't noticed."
She smiled lovingly and he was again bringing his lips closer to hers. This time he was quite slower, yet she made no attempt to move away. Instead, she kissed him back and tried to put her right arm around his neck. The kiss was intense and longer. I watched and merely moaned.
Oh my God, what's happening?
I saw his hand moving to her chest and he slowly began caressing her breasts over the clothes. Inside her jacket, outside her tank top. She soon leaned backwards, as if to let him have more privileges. His lips moved to her neck and she looked up. She let out a moan. I heard it clearly. I swallowed some cold air down my dry throat. She was letting him.
He bent his head down further and pressed his face into her breast. I saw it clearly. With one hand he was still fondling them.
"You have a gorgeous body, my babe."
He whispered.
"Vivek..."
She tried to speak something but dropped it as he put his hand under her top from the lower edge. He moved out upwards and I knew he was trying to feel her breasts. Meera let out another sigh.
"Vivek. Stop it. Please."
I heard her say.
That's the willpower. She's showing it. I thought. I cursed myself for being turned on.
I was indeed a weak person.
I prayed that they shouldn't go beyond this kissing and groping.
Vivek immediately took away his hand and sat up. His right hand was still wrapped around her. I hated him for keeping it there only.
"What happened, babe?"
He asked and brushed aside the hair strands that were loosely fallen to her face.
"We shouldn't do this."
She said and breathed.
"I was aroused watching the dance."
He said suddenly.
She took another deep breath and looked at him. He continued.
"It was really great to watch them making love on stage, without making it obvious, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did you feel the same way?"
"Yeah, yes...”
"I was really hard; you know what I'm talking about... I thought I'd get over it when the dance ends. But now you see..."
He paused, and grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch.

I skipped a heartbeat and watched him make my wife touch his erection.
"Oh my god."
I heard her say.
"Hard, isn't it?"
He asked.
"Yes..."
She said, and I watched clearly from the lowest corner of the hut, her palm feeling over him intentionally. He had made it. I felt an upsurge in my blood pressure and I felt jealousy. I wanted to be in his place. I wanted her to touch my dick like that.
Then I watched him lean to her and kiss lightly on her cheek, lightly and then opened his pants' zipper. Then he pulled his dick outside. I saw its bulbous end. It was big. It stood out of his clothes like a big snake.
"Hold it, babe..."
He whispered to my wife and she immediately followed his words. Her grip was firm around him.
"What if anyone comes?"
She asked. That was her sole worry.

Oh, my Meera! What are you becoming into? What are your making me into?

"Nobody's coming."
He assured her and helped her start stroking him. He then leaned to kiss her again.
She was stroking him herself now. Her eyes were completely on it while her hand moved up and down. And soon his hand was on her breasts again. Inside her clothes. He pulled her closer and rubbed his thirsty lips all over her neck and cleavage. When he tried to take off her jacket, she refused.
"No. Don't, please."
He did not force her, at all.
He did not force her into anything she didn't want to do. She was very happy to give him a handjob. For now.
Her hand was moving fast and I could hear its sound.
A handjob. As I thought, he stepped it up again.
"Kiss me please, babe."
I heard him say. She stopped stroking and looked at his eyes. He caressed the back of her neck and I thought he told something to her eyes. She looked down and bent forward!
I watched in utter shock, as her face went down to his lap and she slid his dick into her mouth. She slowly stroked him with her hand as well and sucked him for a few seconds. He let out a moan. She soon let it slip out of her mouth and reclaimed it completely by her handgrip.
"It was wonderful Meera. You're wonderful.."
He said and pulled her to kiss her again. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue play with hers. Her hand was soon moving faster, faster and even faster. She was serious about it like she wanted to do it.
"Oh my God. Oh my God." I heard him say.
"Keep going. Keep going. Aaah!"
He moaned again and suddenly he shot his load into the air. She looked at it lovingly and made it work harder to squeeze out whatever it had in store. I saw the streams of his cum being shot into the air and then falling on everywhere including the table. I watched him moan and groan, in complete jealousy, as my wife handed him one great orgasm.
Once everything was settled down, she took her hand off him and had a close look at it. It was dirty.
He cleaned it with some tissue papers.
They kissed again. Long kiss that must have helped them share a lot of salivae.
"That's wonderful Meera. I've never had a date this great."
He said when they became normal.
"Me too. Never had a date this crazy."
She said and finished her drink.
"I owe you an orgasm."
He said.
"You don't."
"Why?"
She bit her lips and smiled shyly.
"I think I too have had one."
"What! Really?"
"Yes, a silent one. But it is great."
"How can that be? Is it that easy?"
"Of course it's not that easy. But it was building since the dance program."
She revealed.
"Oh, that's really amazing... We should have more of these...We should go now... I have a place."
He began to say.
"No. Not any place. You had promised me something. No danger games. We already did great naughty things. Can we finish for tonight?"

He had no options but agree. She was perfectly under control. She had great willpower. She could have let him have his way. He was that charming. But she knew when to say no. And she did.

I followed them out of the Square. In the parking, I saw him opening the backseat for her. She refused and sat in the front seat. That was it.

He later dropped her at Lavanya apartments and drove away.

I was happy when I was back at home.
Happy as well as aroused. I straightway went to shower and pulled out my hard dick. It was leaking cum already. I shagged again and came with loads of cum.
My wife wasn't unfaithful. She was just a bit naughty. I thought as I went to bed.

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Chapter 30

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Next day I woke up with a question. Meera had all the chance to have complete fun with Vivek. She was aroused, and she was willing to have fun. To me, he seemed the right one for her. He wasn't forcing her but he was effective. She was enjoying him, and she willingly pleasured him with her mouth and hand. She could have followed him to his place and spend the whole night with him. Nobody would know. But she didn't. Why?

It's nothing like she was trying to maintain some sort of chastity. I remembered Armaan whom long ago we had met in Goa. We were hardly met, and she let him take her to a garden and have all the fun with her. There was no stopping. Then why not again in the Square?

The booze. The music. The dance. The crowd. A charged ambience. A young, energetic, and enthusiastic partner. All were the same in Goa as well as in the Square.
In Goa, she had me, presumably waiting for her in the bar. And in the Square, she didn't have me waiting for her. That was the only difference. Me.
Then suddenly it struck me. It was just a possibility.
What if I was the difference she felt between Armaan to Vivek? I was there to share the fun she had with Armaan. I was there to let her go with him. I was there to buy her after-pills. I was there for her to come back to.
With Vivek, she didn't have these luxuries. She was all herself. If she knew I was there behind the bushes, she wouldn't have stopped him.

As I processed all these thoughts and lay on my couch, sipping my hot drink, I tried to convince me with reasoning. If she feels the urge to have sex with others only in my presence and permission, that only suggests one thing. She wants to make me feel it.
And what do I feel? I asked myself.
That was the biggest question.

My world had never been so confusing. I could never tell which one was what.
Pain and pleasure.
For me, pain often pleasures me. And pleasure is often painful.

I wondered what if she was aware that I knew of her date. She would've expected me stalking her, wouldn't she? What if Ananya had told her about it? To me, it didn't simply sound logical. Meera never seemed to be worried about someone following her. She had no clue about the possibility of being spied. More than me, she could fear being seen by Mr.Das. I felt. She was unfazed about such worries. I was sure. She was at ease with Vivek.

By noon I had Ananya's call.
"Did you do anything?"
She asked.
"I went to the Square. There was nothing like you imagined!"
"You saw them?"
"Yes. They were watching the dance program. It was really good. You know, I've never seen such a..."
"You saw them watching the program or you saw the program?"
She interrupted me. She was definitely expecting more than what I told her.
"Why are you so negative? I saw them watching the program and then drinking and chatting. They didn't even dance. And he dropped him at her house at right time."
She remained silent for a couple of seconds.
"Ananya?"
I thought she hung up.
"Krish! You have a gem of a woman as your wife. No one stays this firm. She's so... You know what I'm talking about."
I felt really great when I heard those words from her.
"I know that Ananya. I need your help to bring her back to me."
"I really want to help you, Krish. But she never let me talk about it. I don't know, whenever I talk about you, even mention your name in our talks, she quits immediately. Tell me the truth, what have you done to her that she hates you this much?"
I couldn't really face that question. I had done everything.
"You already know what I've done."
"This morning I had called her. She told me almost exactly what you said. You know, now I feel bad, very bad about what I have done to her. I shouldn't have...I mean, we shouldn't have done those things to her..."
I silently listened.
"I haven't felt so regretful ever; not even to Sam. I never thought about it. You know, many of my friends have cheated on their husbands. Their husbands have done their part too. Nobody keeps sexual morality like Meera does. You've slept with other women in your life and still you're doing it, ain't you?"
"You made me do it..."
"Not only me. I had seen you with someone..."
"Oh come on. Don't be so silly. You might have seen a lot of such women but she... You know, Nikita, her name is Nikita, she is one of what you've mentioned. She has her family in the North and here she has someone else, her old boyfriend or something.. but it's not definitively me. I have got nothing to do with her. Trust me. My only mistake was with you, and that too, I had no intention to..."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know, I seduced you, you the Saint."
"You did. And I'm happy you've felt bad about it."
"I felt bad then and maybe now too. But I'm not sure about when I see you again."

I never thought I was so attractive. What's wrong with this woman? I thought.

That night I slept peacefully. I had Ananya's words in my mind. Someone complimenting Meera always made me happy.

But all the peace and my happiness were destroyed soon. Within one week.

Das and I had a fine evening at the Prince bar on Wednesday. He had invited me.
"I don't know what's holding her back, man! She behaves really cool and flirts with me, but when I ask her out she comes up with a hell lot of excuses."
He said.
I was pretending to be enjoying my drink like it was the most important thing in the world for me, but inside I was actually trying to add his words to whatever half-baked info I had gained from the Vivek episode so that I could make out if I had any chance.
"Maybe she's not willing to do anything other than what she's doing right now..."
"Don't bullshit me, Mr Menon. I can see it in her eyes. She wants me. She dreams me. I know that."
He looked deep into my eyes as he asserted his vision. I immediately felt that my eyes betrayed me and conveyed my excitement. I was forced to speak in sync.
"What type of dreams, Mr Das?"
"Wet dreams... Soaked dreams..."
He grinned.
"How do you know they're so wet?"
"You don't know man. You should look into her eyes. It speaks what she doesn't let her mouth to do."
I recollected Vivek's words from Saturday. I suddenly wanted to see Meera and look into her eyes. What were they conveying to her lovers?
"So what's your next move?"
I asked later.
"Persistence, my friend. Today or tomorrow, it doesn't matter. She will be mine."
He declared.
I burned. Hell.

And his persistence paid off within days.
Das called me again, Friday evening.
"Great news. I've got her nod, my buddy. She's coming. But there's a clause. She demanded your presence to where I'm taking her for lunch."
It wasn't a great news. And I couldn't digest her demand.
Why does she need me?
"She thinks if you're present we both will be in control. You're her safety net, I guess. She feels she's not ready for it."
For what?
I didn't ask. It was obvious.

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Chapter 31

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12.15 at noon we landed in the lobby of Sunshine Gardens. We mean, I and Meera. Mr Das welcomed us there.
"You look stunning, Meera."
He said grabbing her hands.
She did. She was dressed in a white dress that complemented her beauty.
He thanked me for being there for him as he led us to the hall. We had a light lunch. I was feeling tense because I had no idea on his plans for the day. Meera was visibly at ease; she was smiling at him as they talked.
Perhaps she was hiding her anxiety. Perhaps she wasn't tensed because I was there with her; a safety net - like Das had mentioned. Perhaps she wasn't tensed at all, for she knew whatever his plans were.
I felt I was the only one who didn't have a clue about anything.
What's happening? What's going to happen?

Das' casual talk was mostly directed to Meera. I felt nothing bad about that because she was the guest. I was just...
Well, I don't know.

Das talked about the hotel and its luxurious features. It was one of his favourite hotels.
"It took me just a visit here, that it instantly became my favourite. I hope you like it."
He said.
"The food is definitely good." Meera commented with a glowing smile on her face. I struggled hard to keep my eyes off her face. This was the first time after like an year, when I managed to sit so close to her, watching her smile. I was mesmerized by her pleasing smile and scintillating aroma. I was still in love with her.
Will she ever come back? I wondered.
"See, for me too it started with the food. Next time we'll have a complete dinner here. I will walk you through the rooftop garden also. It's wonderful to walk there and watch the sky in the night. You won't realize you're in the middle of a crowded city."
Das said.
"Wow." Meera smiled again.

Her smile was enough to trap me in another dream. I daydreamed walking her thorough that unseen rooftop garden. We would watch the sky in the night. I would hold her hand and bring it to my lips. I thought.

"So what we are we gonna do now?"
She asked as we finished the food.
"Of course, the suite. You can't miss that."
He said.

He was right. He had one grand suite ready for us. I wondered if he's paying for the whole day or just for the time we were there. I knew it would cost a big sum. Could it all be for nothing?
When we entered it, I realized it was nothing like I've ever seen or imagined.
The suite was quite luxurious, even beyond my imagination. There was a living room that was decorated with elegance, two large bedrooms, a library and a mini bar in it. Comfortable couches, easy chairs, velvet floors and it all had lavishness painted on them. Elegant and expensive, it screamed luxury by every inch of its space. From the floor to the roof, it had its class written over it.

"It feels like Mr Menon has won your trust quite easily, Meera. You seem to trust him than I thought I did."
Mr Das mentioned to Meera.
"True." Meera smiled.
"Since he's our mutual friend, we can feel absolutely free around him."
"You seem to have something in your mind.."
She said.
I brought my attention to the mini bar to fend off the awkwardness of watching them mingle through flattery.
Of all the luxury, the mini bar had caught my attention the most. Das might have noticed it.
"Feel free to check it out, my friend. You'll find your favourite JD over there."
He said.
I was unsure if it was appropriate to open JD right then. It was odd.
"What will you have Meera?" He turned to Meera.
"Nothing, thanks." She said.
"Oh come on, drop the formality, my dear."
He said and pulled her by her hand. He quickly had her in his embrace. She was as surprised as I was, but made no attempt to move away from him. I saw her breasts rubbing against his chest. I wanted to pull them apart. He looked into her eyes and locked them too.
"Before speaking of anything else, tell me what have you done with my gift?"
He was referring to the necklace.
"Oh, it's with me, Mr Das. I had forgotten to return it to her. And we couldn't really see each other..."
I interrupted quickly as if I didn't want Meera to take the blame. I pulled the small box from my pocket and gave it to him.
"That's really a great gesture of trust between you guys. You both have managed to outdo even my expectations, to be honest. Well, it's really good, Mr Menon. Here I can present the same thing to my lady once again. This time we can do it without hiding our excitement, can't we?."
He noted and tied it around her neck without any hurry. He had all the time in the world to tie his diamond necklace around my wife's neck right in my presence.
I felt a pang of jealousy watching him with that luxury. Her compliance with him only added fuel to the fire that had started in my mind. She was surely enjoying his company. My presence didn't bother her at all.
Maybe she was just pretending that way. I hoped.
"Wow. Gorgeous."
Das looked at her with his dilated eyes.

"You're beautiful than ever, believe me, honey."
She surely did, I saw. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. She just checked it with her hands and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Das."
"I should be thankful to have you with me, Meera."
He was showering her with compliments and she kept her gorgeous eyes and pleasant smile on him only. Her eyes were shining and she was clearly into him. Even I could see that, ten feet away from her. There was no chance Mr. Das could miss it.
Is she ready?
Mr Das moved forward and kissed her. A quick and short one, on her lips.
I felt sick to my stomach.
"Now we should have a drink, shouldn't we?"
He asked.
"Sure."
He turned to me.
"Mr Menon, will you please pour us some drinks? Something very light for her. for me, you know what I like, don't you?"
"Sure, I know."
I said immediately. I felt awkward for being directed by him to prepare drinks for them. Nevertheless I turned to the bar. I opened the cooler and saw some cordial. I didn't mind the flavor, I just poured it into a glass and added water. That was for Meera. For Das I took the same JD.
"Come on let's leave him here for now. I have a lot to listen to you."
Das' voice suddenly turned my attention back to them.
"You start the party, friend. We're just coming."
He said to me.
Meera looked at me at that moment, and I saw her eyes. She looked every bit of a woman who knew what she wanted. And now, in his arms, she had chosen him. I felt sick to my stomach. I watched as her eyes bid goodbye to me one last time and went back to him.
Mr. Das had his his arm around her. He was leading her to the bedroom. She walked with him showing no hesitation. My head was spinning. I stood there, unable to move, without knowing what to do or say.
The situation had left me completely off-guard.
Das had just walked my wife into a bedroom that was supposedly his. I had seen that room a few moments ago. It had a king-size bed in the middle of it. I thought of that bed, it's extra softness, and the picture dreaded me. My heartbeats shot up. My throat became dry. My eyes couldn't follow them past the door, for it was shut as soon as they walked in. The sound of that door closing made me hard to breathe. There was nothing to hear from that room since then.
Is it happening again?
Is the nightmare coming back to reality?

No, it isn't. Meera won't do anything silly like that. She's strong. I told myself.
Especially when I'm standing here. They must be having a chat. A private chat. They haven't bolted the door from inside. That means they know they're in check. I thought.
My thoughts were forcefully constructed by me. I had never been such an optimist, but suddenly I tried to become one. I expected them to be walking out soon, asking for their drinks.
I got back to work and prepared his drink. Then, like Mr. Das had asked, I grabbed my drink and finished it in one go. I had started the party for me. It went past my dry throat and I felt no relief. I poured another and came back to the living room.
As I sat on the couch, my eyes again fell on the bedroom door. It was now impossible to look away. I had become restless. My drink was finished in anxiety. I tried doing long, deep breaths but nothing helped.

This wasn't like anything I knew of me. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that my wife was there with another man, for whatever reason.

In the past I had seen giving in to another man; I had seen her letting a stranger have his way inside her on a park bench. I had seen her taking a old man's dick in her mouth, letting him fuck her after that; I had seen her riding him on our marital bed; I had seen it all. But still I couldn't live this moment. Behind that door, she was undeniably vulnerable; she could be taken to bed and...

This was different. Because she wasn't mine anymore. In the past, at the end of the day she would return to me. She used to come back to live my wife. Not now, for she wasn't mine. She wouldn't come back to me after this. I was losing her forever.
Forever. That word dreaded me.
Was that the moment she announced it loud and clear for me? Was that the way to end it?
Maybe it was. The man behind that door owned her. I was not her husband anymore. I cannot dream of her from now. To dream of her, to love her, would be so wrong.

Only thing I could do was to stare at the closed door.

I remembered all those moments in my life when I had been failed by closed doors. I had been made to stand still in front of doors my life had set up for me. There had been few.
First I was made to stand and watch in front of my own house when Mr Thomas tried to have a date with my wife after a party. I could do nothing to save my wife other than just pray, though she courageously had defended herself that night.

Then, when I had locked myself accidentally in my own kitchen, I was made to face those dreaded moments again. That day my wife was introduced to another man's lust, quicker than I could imagine. It had then changed our lives forever.

Then, in front of my own bedroom, I had made myself stand when Mr Shekhar had taken my wife to my bed. She was not only taken but conquered by him. At the other side of that door was a bed where my beautiful wife lay, being subjected to another man's thirst and hunger.

Mr Shekhar was no more. But it was happening again.
At the other side of that door was now my wife and her lover. She had acknowledged his love for her a few moments ago. From the beginning of their friendship I had been following them. I knew every twist and turn of their story. I had been a part of it.
And there I was. Staring at a closed door.

Do I really remain a part of their story?
I wondered as I looked at that door. I had heard a giggle from her. Only once. Nothing escaped that room since then. I waited silently, ready to catch any sound that might escape that room.
I heard many known as well as unknown, unidentifiable sounds from the outside world. I could hear my wristwatch ticking. I could hear the tiny sound from one of the decorative lights from the roof. I could hear my own heartbeats. Yet nothing from that room.
What could be them doing? I thought.

Are they sitting at the edge of the bed looking into each other's eyes?
"I want to keep looking into your beautiful eyes.." Mr Das had said.
Is she telling him stories?
"I want to keep listening to your voice.." he had told her.
Is he just holding her hand in his to make her feel comfortable?
"I want to hold your hand and make you feel safe.." he had told her.
Are they sharing a silent kiss? Like a newly married- a passionate, slow and delicate kiss?
"I wanted to kiss her whenever I saw her in my office.." He had told me.

There were many in his wish list.
"I would slurp her tight pussy like a dog!" He had told me. A few months ago.

I couldn't sit there idle sipping my glass anymore. My JD had turned sour.

The large clock on the wall was ticking past 2 O'clock. That meant more than half an hour since I had seen them walking into that room.
The large suite, with its air conditioning system and strong walls, doors and windows, made sure no sounds passed either in or out of it. I had finished my fourth round while surviving my nightmarish thoughts. Then, after filling up my fifth round of JD, I decided it's time I better gathered some courage and walked up to the door of that bedroom.

I rose to my feet and slowly walked toward it. Fear of making unwanted noise and ending up caught spying them helped me follow extreme care while approaching it.

I couldn't hear any noise from inside, until I put my ears really close to the door, almost touching it. Then I heard some sounds. They weren't the sounds of talking. Nevertheless, I could easily make out what was happening because it was what I was imagining unconsciously.

There was the whirring sound of the bed, shaking in some sort of rhythm, and slight moans of a woman. All the sounds were in sync, suggesting a perfect picture of the scene. He was fucking her.

My heart stopped as I stood thunderstruck. It wasn't because of the sounds I was hearing but because of the sense of loss which had completely gripped me.
I leaned my back on the wall beside the door to balance myself. I felt the sounds from the room were increasing. Either he was taking her to higher levels of love with his pace and vigour, or I was getting too much involved in their chaos.
Then I heard a cry that was perfectly audible outside.
"Aaahh!" a suppressed one, from Meera. I closed my eyes in disgust and next I heard a groan from Mr Das.
I couldn't stand there anymore.

That was the sound of Das ejaculating into the deepest part of my wife's body. From that groan, I could guess he had great fun cumming into her.
It's over Krish. Go back. Go back to your pathetic life. I heard myself telling me.
When I walked back, I felt like wobbling. I almost fell on the couch.
I shook my head in disgust and then grabbed my drink. I didn't dare to look at the door anymore. The sound of my wife accepting the seeds of her man simply drained all the colours of my life. She would never recognize me. My energy to stay awake and alive had vanished. I thought I would end my life after this day.

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Chapter 32

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By the time it was finally opened, I had moved on to my sixth round of JD. Mr Das walked out first and he sat opposite me. I saw the satisfying smile on his face that told me the whole story. It killed me. Yet I managed to speak.
"Where have you been Mr Das? You took so long?"
"Long? Hell no, man. And you have no idea where I have been!"
He said. He though looked less tired than I was, I noticed.
"It was worth waiting for a year, Krish. Your wife, oh thank you for making up that story, I mean my ladylove there was absolute fun. All because of you. Thanks, man!"
I managed to smile despite feeling sunken. Dead men do smile at times. Universal truth.
"Would you mind fetching me a glass of water? I feel tired!"
He asked in a tired voice. I got up and brought the water from the mini bar. He finished it before I could sit back.
"One more please!"
And he handed me the glass.
I repeated the act and he simply kept it on the centre table.
"Thanks. Now take your seat, Mr Menon."
He gestured toward my couch.

It took a couple of minutes for Meera to step out. She had tried her best to restore her looks but it wasn't helping much. She looked every inch a woman who just got fucked her brains out. Her lips had lost their sheen and charm, her hair was messy, her eyes tired and her gown was wrinkled. She was molten and stirred. She walked slowly to Mr Das and sat beside him. Very close. She was in thrall to this man. Her man. I was now an outsider.
She smiled at him once and then kept her head down, looking a the velvet floor. My eyes were following her every move and I caught her stealing a glance at me. She was made a woman. His woman. I saw.
My eyes fell on Mr Das and I found him studying me. I felt a sudden guilt as if I was staring his wife.
My life had turned upside down. There was no coming back. Yet I tried to smile at him.
"Look up honey. There's nothing to hide from him. He's our closest friend, we can trust him like our shadows."
He said, holding around her shoulder.
He was right. I had become a shadow. A shadow which can only follow.
Meera looked up and smiled shyly. She was still beautiful. Her smile melted me. I wished I could grab that face and kiss her. Just one kiss.
I used to own her. Long ago. I remembered. I heard someone crying inside of me.
Mr Das took the glass from the table and gave it to her.
She thanked him.
"Thank him. He had made it for you. He knew you'd be in need of this."

Now I was shy. I couldn't figure out why.

"So Mr Menon, from today, from now onward, I own this gorgeous woman. She's my private property, and I'm her proud owner now."
Meera bit her lips.
He leaned to her and kissed lightly on her cheek. I burned further.
"We were in a deep discussion on the coming monsoon, Mr Menon. I hope you haven't heard anything, have you?"
He asked me.
I shook my head.
I heard nothing. I hope they too haven't heard anything, from outside. A man died here. I thought.
Mr Das held her close and kissed her cheek again. She seemed to be enjoying it. She quickly finished her drink and excused herself to the washroom. As she was walking, I watched her back. She wasn't the one I saw in the morning.
"What have you done to her, Mr Das? She's shaken."
I complained once she was gone.
Das had a wry smile on his face.
"I did exactly what I had to do, buddy. I licked her like a mad dog. She touched heaven when I slurped her like that."
He kept grinning as he went on. I didn't know how to respond. I sat there with my mouth open, aghast at his face.
"Then I showed my little thing, you know, the 'little' thing to her. You can't believe how tight she was."
He lowered his voice this time.
"You know she was more like a virgin to me. She hadn't had a company for more than a year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me, oh man!"
He adjusted his groin with her left hand as he paused.
"She lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in. She was really hot buddy. She knows how to please a man. I haven't had such a great woman in years. It's worth waiting a lifetime. And you know what, we own each other now."
Lucky bastard. I said in my mind.
Meera returned soon.
"Honey, would you mind if I let Mr Menon drop you back home?"
He asked her. She looked up surprised. Even I was.
It was too early to wind up the day. But he had his share of reasons.

"If I keep looking at you, we'll end up in another round of discussion."
Meera was the first one to laugh. I forced myself to laugh at the lame joke.
"Okay let's leave then."
I rose to my feet. I was drunk but I didn't care. There are things more intoxicating than liquor. I had just learnt.

"Honey, please keep the necklace in there."
Mr Das said while leaving. Perhaps he wanted to make her keep thinking of her possessor. She agreed with a smile and kissed him bye.

Strangely, she sat in the backseat of the car this time. It was a gesture. Every gesture would make me realize she's not mine anymore.
I couldn't talk to her for half an hour. Then I gathered some courage.
"So."
I looked at her in the mirror.
"Have you discussed the future?"
I was unintentionally referring to their discussion on monsoon. I immediately regretted using that word.
"No."
She said.
"Then what else you guys were talking, actually?"
I deliberately avoided the word discussion.
In my dictionary, this word now had a different meaning. A brutal fucking episode.
"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
She asked quickly.
"I...I...I mean..."
I was at loss for words.
"And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
She paused. I looked into her eyes.
"Yeah. I heard that. But..."
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
She interrupted me.
"Oh..Kay. was it good?"
I couldn't believe I asked her that. Maybe it was alcohol.
"Yes, it was so good."
She replied, surprisingly.
"So he's worth loving and being with.."
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She interrupted me again. My heart started thumping harder. What should I say? Was she going to judge me? And what even if she did, she didn't belong to me anymore. I did a quick self-talk.
"Yes, I enjoyed. Very.."
I said sarcastically.
"Did you masturbate?"
"What? No!"
I replied even before I could process what she had asked. I couldn't believe she was asking me that. I felt disgusting. What the hell she was thinking of me? She's still seeing me as the same old one who wanked at the site of Mr Shekhar pounding her hard in our bed. It was very disappointing that she was unable to see the change in me.

We didn't talk further until we reached Lavanya Apartments. She got down and looked at me through the window.
"Tell me, Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
I looked at her stunned.
"No... Why do you..."
"I want you to do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
She said firmly and walked away.
My face had turned pale.
Unable to move or think, I sat there, struggling to breathe. I took myself a few seconds to allow what I'd just heard to sink in. What did she mean? Was she remorseful? Was she sorry for what she'd done? Was she feeling that I deserve better? Was she still nurturing feelings for me?
A hundred questions poked in my mind.
Strangely, I found myself aroused while I drove back home. I couldn't get rid of it even by the end of the eve. I was hard for no reason. Even my body wasn't under my control.
It was easy to learn who had it. Meera.

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Chapter 33

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The more I tried to ignore my hardness, the more it taunted me. I resumed my drinking when I reached home, through the evening to the night, until I dozed off.
I woke up thirsty in the earliest hours of Sunday. I finished a litre of cold water, yet I found no solace. I hadn't had dinner and I was hungry as hell. I went to kitchen and cooked some eggs and ate it. When I was walking around the kitchen, in all that loneliness, deep inside my mind I had a feeling. A feeling that I was deliberately procrastinating something that was long due. I didn't have the clarity in my mind to think about it, or sort it out. I just knew something was there. Then, when I finished my snacks bite, I coggled to my room, only to stop in front of my bed.
My bed sheets were rumpled. And it reminded me another bed sheet that I had seen exactly opposite. The bed sheet in the Sunshine Gardens' suite, I still remembered its shiny, smooth surface. A surface that helped my wife bed her new lover.
I sat on the edge of my bed and lay across its centre. My dick twitched once and caught my attention. I rubbed it slowly and casually.

Why did she say so? I sighed.

"Tell me Krish. Did you masturbate when I was making love to Das?"
"I want you do it. Tonight. I will feel a lot better if you do."
I remembered those words. Words by words.

"Did you masturbate?"
That was her final question.
"Did you enjoy when we were doing it?"
She had asked me before that. She expected me to have enjoyed.
"Yes it was so good."
She had confessed, clearly; and she wanted me to believe it. She was not merely giving me clues to help me understand, but making me understand through her words.
"We barely did any talking in there. He simply led me to it."
He simply led her to his bed. Simply, she let him lead her. Because she was ready for it. She wanted it.

And I know you were listening. I was like screaming when he was..."
Perhaps she was screaming to make sure I heard her. Why would she wanted to make sure that?

"Talking? You know what we were doing there, don't you?"
You know, she had said.
She expected that I knew it. She wanted that I knew it.
The doubts that I had conceived when I saw Meera rejecting Vivek were being cleared in my mind. She walked in to that room with Mr.Das only because I was there. If I wasn't there, she wouldn't have.
She wouldn't have allowed Das to take her to his bed.
She wouldn't have let him eat her. She wouldn't have taken him in her mouth. She wouldn't have let him push his dick into her. She wouldn't have let him cum inside her.
My arguments were pointing its fingers at me.
I was the reason. Yes.
Me.
I made her do it.
God.
I sighed remorsefully.

I looked down at my dick. Still hard like a stone. A strange stone. I couldn't understand it. Perhaps Meera could interpret its language better than me; I felt. She had proven that in the past as well.

I looked up at the ceiling. It reminded me the suite of Sunshine Gardens. Beneath that ceiling was that bed. In that Meera was laid.
Like I lay in my bed, she would have lain in that bed. Facing the ceiling. And then, her legs would be spread out. I pretended to be in her position and parted my legs open. She would have let him see her hole. Her wet, welcoming canal. And then he would have shown his dick to her. She must have stared at it, and anticipated it being pushed inside her. Then he would shove his dick into her, making Meera gasp, moan, or even cry.

"...she was like a virgin... She hadn't had a company for more than an year. She was really wet after my tongue assault, but couldn't spread enough to fit me in. Then I got her lips around me... she lubricated me well with her lips and tongue, then only I managed to go in..."
Das had told me.
Lucky bastard. I said and touched my dick. I was jealous. He had his dick inside my wife. She would have then watched it going in and out of her. He would push hard and she would moan. Her moans would only encourage him.
For a moment, I visualised Meera in my place and Das on top of her. He would push hard into her and his face would be just inches above hers. He would breathe into her face. Perhaps he would have come down to kiss her. Her lips would be sucked into his mouth. He would have pushed his tongue into her mouth, forcing her taste his saliva. As she struggle to evade his wet kisses, he would drill his thing deep into her hole. Ohhhh.
How long?
How long would he have fucked my wife?
Long enough to make her cum. I was sure. It would be hard and hot. A year long wait would justify it.
My hand was caressing my dick. I was too scared to shake it, but I was too horny to leave it alone. It was hard and pointed to the ceiling. I tried to grip around it and the temptation grew unbearable as I imagined Meera being pounded hard in her bed by Das. I heard her moan.
"Ohh Das!"
I tried moaning like her and started jerking slowly.
Then I tried panting like her, and cried like her.
"Aaah...aaah... Das!"
It then took me a moment to lose myself. I forgot who I was. Meera's face asking me to masturbate flashed in my mind momentarily and I quickly found my hand moving up and down on my dick in full length, albeit slowly. I panted more, imagining my wife and her old man lover making mad love, until my dick vomited whatever it was holding in it. I let out a fake groan as I came hard in real.
My hand was dirty and I was sorry immediately.
No. I shouldn't have done it. I thought.
This was the first and last. I wouldn't do it again. I closed my eyes and pledged.

[sarit11]

Chapter 34

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I had pledged not to masturbate again.
My dick was limp when I took that bloody pledge. By noon, I again visualised Meera living the pleasure of another man's dick, and I found my dick hard enough to break my stupid pledge. I pulled it out and jerked it into madness.
"Ohhhh! Meera... My baby...!"
I grunted.
And I wanked again at night. In the morning too. It was becoming a habit.

A pledge built upon a limp dick could be broken easily by a hard one. I learnt.

Meera wanted me to masturbate. Perhaps she wanted me to get over the pain of losing her to someone else. Perhaps she was excited for making me watch them. The first one seemed reasonable and less intimidating to me, though I preferred believing the latter.

Monday I was surprisingly able to wake up and go to work in time. That day at work, I saw a new woman in my section. She was beautiful and her charming face often caught my attention. Eventually she noticed me and she smiled at me. I quickly walked upto her.
"Hello!"
I said.
"Finally you noticed me, huh?"
She closed her diary and turned to face me.
"What?"
"I've been here for three months. Do you know my name?"
I kept staring at her. I was seeing her for the first time in my life.
Where have I been? I wondered.
"Your name...huh... well, hi! I'm Krish."
I extended my hand. I had to force myself to keep my eyes glued to her face. Still I was aware of the fulness of her breasts. I wished if she looked away so that I can steal a glance at her cleavage, in vain. Her eyes remained at my face a shook my hand.
"Hello Krish, I'm Sija. Nice to finally meet you!"

We extended our chat to lunch break and then to tea break.
Mrs. Sija Jayaram was in her thirties. Her husband Mr. Jayaram worked in a bank. They had two children. And they all lived a happy, picture perfect life.

Picture perfect life.
Really? Does such a thing exist? I wondered later.

Wednesday I got a phone call from Mr. Das.
"I was thinking of a drink tonight. How about you?"
He asked. I was ready. But later he called me and cancelled the plan.
"We'll give it another day buddy."
He said.
That another day happened to be Sunday. He rang me up at 6 pm.
"Hey man. How about sitting over a Johnny Walker right now?"
He sounded ecstatic. I was interested immediately.
He arrived at my place at 7 pm.

"This is for what you did for me, man."
He said as he filled our glasses. We quickly moved to our second and third round, then he threw in the subject.
"You know what's new?"
"What's new?"
"Yesterday. In my office."
"What?"
I was stunned.
"You won't believe it. I know. I'll call her."
He took his phone and called Meera. He put it on the speaker mode and placed it on the table.
"Hi."
I heard a familiar voice. Meera.
"All well honey?"
"Mmm well. What's up?"
"Are you okay?"
"What's okay? It's still aching, I guess."
Suddenly she sounded cautious.
"That's the fun honey! You enjoyed, didn't you?"
"Mmm...I did."
"That's what I wanted. You having fun with me."
"Where are you?"
"I'm having a drink with our friend. Mr. Menon."
"Is he listening you talking?"
"You're on speaker.."
"Oh shit!"
She cut the call. Das laughed and looked at me.
"You embarrassed her." I complained in my weak voice.
"She likes it, man. You don't know her like I do."
He said.
That was true.

Who is Meera?
I asked myself.
I don't know.
I answered myself.

You know nothing about her.
Das finished his drink and poured another.
"Tell me about yesterday."
I said.
I was curious to know.
"Yesterday. Yesterday I bent her over my office table and showed my dick into her. That's it."

I took a deep breath.
Breathe, Krish, breathe!

"That's too dangerous."
I managed to say.

If I hit this liquor bottle in his head and break it, will he die?
I thought for a moment.

"That's the fun in that, buddy! That's the fun in having such an option in your office."
I hated him further for terming her just an option. I forced myself to ignore it.
"But you could get caught."
I tried to reason, like a stupid.
"It was Saturday, man. Nobody was there. I had called a few of the staff in the morning and relieved them all by noon, except for Meera."
"That's the power of being a boss."
"A true boss. I then called her to come to my office. And I asked her, 'are you aware that we're the only people left in this whole building, honey?', and she was already smiling. She knew what I was. Then I gave her a glorious kiss. You know how sweet she was..."
Das touched his own lips, reliving those moments.
"A couple of kisses here and there, and she was ready. I straightway bent her down on to my desk. She initially didn't like the idea, it was too rough for her, but when she saw I was serious, she just let me. I pulled her skirt up and..."
He took a sip from his glass.
"..and her panty, I pulled it down to her knees. Her bum looked so round and plumb, you know I didn't have a condom else I would have stuffed her ass with my dick. I will do that another day, I know."

The man was mad. He was making me sick. I was getting horny as he kept talking how he screwed my wife.

"So this time I chose to go after her pussy. Oh man she was very tight and she cried when I pushed it in. She was really tight. Before me, there was a one year gap for her. She had told me. And she cried really hard. I had to press her mouth to keep her silent, I mean less noise. It was really good, man. Really good."
"Sounds painful from her side."
I commented. I was jealous.
"Nothing like that. That pain is fun, actually. Once I kept going, and I started reaching really inside her, she was moaning like 'oh my baby...oh my Das..', she was enjoying it and I made sure I gave her a wonderful orgasm. It's the golden rule of fucking. Always make sure she cums. The louder she screams, the more you own her."
It sounded a valuable lesson to me. Had I ever made her cum?
"And then I fired my gun. And I'm damn sure I've filled her pussy like she have only dreamt of. That's the way we finish it. If she wasn't on pills, she'd give birth to my child soon. I'm sure."
A lightening passed through my head. And I prayed she was.
"So you enjoyed a lot, didn't you?"
I said later.
"What about you man. You should also get some girls."
He advised.
"I've had my share of women, Mr. Das. Don't worry about me."
I wasn't thinking of Ananya or Sheelu.i was just lying. I was alone.

That night I tried to imagine Das fucking Meera from behind in his office, with her skirt up, his pants down. I slept late like every night. I was used to it by then.

[sarit11]

Chapter 35

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There was something about Das and his relation with Meera. Unlike Mr. Shekhar, he seemed to be in a hurry. He always sought sex. For Mr. Shekhar it was about time. He wanted to spend time with her. Talk to her, have coffee with her, watch a cricket match with her. But for Das, he always told me, how he wanted to have her. He wanted to 'do this' and 'do that' to her. He wanted to make love to her at every chance he saw. All of those dreams of merely looking into her eyes and cute smiles were ceased as soon as he had the ultimate fun with her. His interest with her was quite sexual.

For three days, I couldn't hear anything from both Das and Meera. I even expected me to be forgotten. The office incident had suggested me that. More stories would follow, and I might only listen them from Das.
But I was wrong. Mr. Das called me Thursday afternoon.
"I need your favour dear. Can I come over your place this evening?"
"What's the formality, come over man."
I said.
"I'm bringing Meera too."
I felt a momentary happiness because of the possibility of seeing her again.
"Oh I see."

Thinking of her still made me feel warm. Strange, isn't it?

"You know, we need a place. We need a place to discuss something very important and intimate."
He said.
My happiness blurred in an instant. I remembered the meaning of their discussion.
"Did she agree?"
I didn’t really believe him.
"She will come anywhere I ask, dear. Believe me Mr. Menon; we’ll be there at five."

Only I know how I spent the rest of that day. I rushed home quickly finishing my work. I cleaned the house without wasting a moment and kept everything arranged and tidy. My wife was coming home after such a long gap. It made no sense actually but I was happy for it. All I wanted then was to see her, no matter what happens after that.
When I arranged my bedroom I noticed the bed sheet. My heartbeats shot up as I looked into it.
Das. Didn’t he say he’s coming for a discussion? The meaning of that discussion according to my dictionary was…

I didn’t think twice before replacing all the bed sheets with the fresh ones. I didn’t realize at the beginning but my dick was hard and stayed so all the time. I was aroused; and at the same time I was ashamed of my arousal. I even felt I would cum any moment if I keep looking at the bed sheets. They were waiting for someone.

Mr. Das drove in exactly at 5 pm. I opened the door and welcomed my wife and her lover into my home with a pleasant smile.
"How are you Meera?"
I asked like a real friend, just a real friend.
"I am good. How are you?"
She smiled at me. I caught her eyes shining. It melt me. I was still the pathetic loser.

They were coming from work. She was wearing a kurti and jeans. She looked simply gorgeous and my eyes struggled to leave her.
They both sat in the same couch. I served them the juices I had prepared beforehand. Then I sat opposite to them.
"It looks like Mr. Menon has worked hard for us Meera. This house is nothing like I saw last time." Mr. Das commented.
I was embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say. Meera looked at me and smiled.
"That’s really great, Mr. Menon. By the way, you have a wonderful house."
There was a strange undertone to her voice. Was she teasing me?

No one said anything after that. I felt some sort of awkwardness as all of us three deliberately turned our attention to the juice glasses in silence. That excuse was over once we finished the drinks.
I cleared my throat.
"Anyone would like to have more of the juice?"
"No thanks." Meera said.
"Mr. Das told me you guys have something to discuss with each other."
I said and quickly regretted using that word again.
"Discussion, yes." Das looked at Meera.
"What?"
She looked surprised.
She knew what’s coming.
"Let’s discuss in private, honey."
He held his arm around her and stood up.
"No."
She shook her head, but she stood up at the same time.
"Mr. Menon, show us our room please. She will need some privacy."
He demanded.
I wondered how one can behave so bold. Well he was.
"Oh what? No!"
Meera still protested. But it wasn't enough.

I was the most stupid husband ever lived on the face of this earth at that moment. I showed him my bedroom and watched him walk my wife into that room, against her formal wish. She too, didn't oppose him like she really meant it and the door was closed soon. I wiped my face with my palms and let out a sigh.
I was alone again. My excitement was actually frustrating me.

"What are you doing, are you mad, Das?"
I heard Meera questioning him. My bedroom door wasn’t as strong as that of Sunshine Gardens. I could hear every bits of sounds from my bedroom.
"Yes I’m mad. Crazy for you, my lady. Just come here…"
I heard Das’ soft voice.
"Your friend is just standing there... How..."
There was sounds of some frantic movements that interrupted her talking and any form of objections if there were any.

Then I heard the sound of him dumping her onto my bed, the sound of an unceremonious fall, that of my wife into his bed. She'd surrender now. I knew.
I heard sounds of his whisper. Probably complimenting her.
There wasn’t anything dramatic or unexpected after that. No sounds were audible and I wondered what happened.
I waited for some time and walked to the door. I had a doubt whether they'd open the door to my face and catch me there. But it wasn't strong enough to scare me away. I stood very close to the door and tried to listen.
The first thing I heard was a gasp. Then I heard his sound.
"Oh yes, yes...mmm.."
Then I heard more sounds. Sounds that gave me the clear picture of my wife sucking her lovers dick. He was enjoying it like anything.
"Yes...mmm.... Yes... Keep sucking... Suck it full..."
He kept encouraging her. And the wet sounds that she created forced me visualise her doing it with all her heart. So passionate. I once heard her moan.

There had never been any form of objection. She was just horny from the moment go.
Why was she behaving like that? How could she submit herself to him like this? Was she just waiting for this man? I thought.

In my mind she was still my wife. But at that moment I felt like she would never remember me as her actual husband.

The man she had slept with before Das wasn't me. It was Mr. Shekhar and it was almost an year ago. How could she remember me? She would have forgotten me. I reasoned.
And I felt like I had failed miserably understanding my once wife. She never sucked me like that. I had always thought she needed to be forced to do that, and I never could force her for anything.
Now, there she was, at the other side of that door, she was putting a picture of herself I never knew.
Perhaps she was waiting for a perfect match. A perfect man.
She had been all alone for an year before Das. Day and night. The whole of a winter and a summer have passed since then. There were plenty of reasons for her to be wanting.
So there she was. Worshipping a man's penis with her lips, tongue and throat, altogether.

In that room, in that bed, in the hands of her new lover, she was finally quenching her thirst. The agonising wait for a man's comfort was over.
The more I listened, the more I lost myself to them. I was becoming involved. I was being consumed. There was no escape. I felt I would stay there stuck forever and they'd catch me. Then I sensed the movement within me. It was twitching. It was hard line a stone, struggling in my pants. I felt like I was never hard like this in my life. It was aching. I wanted to ease it out of my pants. But I wasn't that daring. In the deep of my mind, I knew it was wrong to pleasure yourself to the sounds of your wife pleasuring someone else. I had lived those moments earlier but it had never been devastating like this.
Your wife. Is she still your wife, Krish? I asked myself sarcastically.
The answer was no.
She wasn't my wife anymore. She wasn't mine. She belonged to another man whom she had already submitted her heart and body. A man who was truly capable to fulfill her wants. With his heart and body.

Sometimes you take the most important of your life's decisions in an instant. Your life, your very existence, your death may depend on it. Later you might call it fate.

That very moment, while standing there like a statue whose only active part of body was his dick, I took a decision.
The decision to give up.
I can claim that I was forced to give up on her but it doesn't matter anymore.
I gave up on the woman I loved the most in my life, and let my hand crawl inside my pants. I touched my dick with a great sense of ecstasy. I held it and tried to adjust it in its own confinements. It gave me no relief. Eventually I managed to bend it downward and push it between my thighs. It was now eased. So was I. The words of encouragement from Mr. Das asking Meera to keep pleasuring him were echoing in my ears. It tempted me to pleasure myself more and I started pressing my dick downwards, repeatedly, making it slid between my thighs. It was indeed one of the most pleasing secret moments in my life, making me feel everything else trivial. And within no time I shot a huge load in my underwear. I closed my eyes as I welcomed the ground shattering orgasm. I gasped for breath like I was injecting my life into Meera's smooth tight pussy or even beyond that, and struggled to keep me quiet, as I came with jerks.
When I came back to the reality, I couldn't hear any noise from the other side of the door. I feared I might have got carried away. Perhaps they're finished. I quickly and quietly withdrew myself to the couch.
I felt the wetness in my underwear as I walked. I slowly allowed myself to fall on the couch and took a long breath. My heart was still pounding hard and the thought of Mr Das cumming in her mouth dreaded me. He would have flooded her mouth. She would have swallowed it. Would she have enjoyed it? I wasn't sure. But I tried to imagine her enjoying it for a moment. With her eyes adoring him for letting her swallow his juices.
God. No. I sighed.
My eyes remained on the door for long, expecting it to be opened any moment. But it didn't.
Perhaps they'd be getting dressed. I thought.
I grabbed my mobile and prepared myself to behave normally. I pretended reading something. Time passed more than enough, still the door remained closed.
I wondered if they had started it again. Maybe they're talking, I thought again. It took me a couple of minutes more to gather some courage to walk upto the door, again.
As I put my ear close to the door, I heard them. I heard the bed shaking sounds. Now he was fucking her, again. This time I heard her clearly. I could make out how hard he was pounding her and how deep he was going into her. Each pull, each push, made her moan.
"Huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..huhh..aahh..."
It went on. No other words ever escaped her throat. Just moans, moans of pleasure.

My hearbeats shot up in a second and I forget myself again. It wasn't because of any form of sense of loss but in fact because of the astonishing sound of their lovemaking. It was brutal yet rhythmatic. I could tell that he was literally fucking her brains out. The tempo of him thrusting himself into her was interesting, reverberating through my consciousness. He was faster enough to make the mattress creak, and harder enough to make Meera gasp for breath. I heard her cry at once and other sounds paused. It was a long cry that ended abruptly as the bed squeaking resume again. He was strong enough to make me envy and stand like a dead duck. My dick was up and alive again, and in no time I found my right hand inside my pants, pressing my dick into the slit I made up between my thighs. It slid through my earlier load of ejaculation as I heard Meera cry out his name.
"Dass.. Das..Dasss....!"
I hoped I would last long enough to enjoy her cry till it ends, only in vain.
In less than two minutes, I guess I shot my gun again. I suppressed my heavy breathing while Mr.das was taking my wife to new heights where nothing could be stopped or suppressed. I couldn't submit myself to my orgasm this time, as my mind was diverted toward the scream I heard of Meera as she got hers. I heard Mr. Das grunting and the bed shakes suddenly came to a halt.
I knew it. He was injecting his love seeds into my wife's tight pussy or even beyond that. Into the deepest part of her body.
"Oh my God."
I heard Meera cry.
It was followed by some noisy kisses.
"I love you baby."
I heard Das.
"Love you too. This is so good Das."
Her voice was trembling.
It wasn't a voice I had ever heard from her after lovemaking. It was indeed the sound of a woman who were devoured by her man. She was won by him.

When I walked back to my couch this time, I felt happy that I witnessed it. I actually felt comfortable with it. I felt comfortable with my soaked underwear. I felt comfortable with the change in myself.
I wasn't a cuckold who let his wife have sex with someone else; but a voyeur who spied on two lovers making love.
I felt comfortable with the fact that I was no one.